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+0,Abducted,HarleyFatboy1,Chain Stories,2012-03-18,2012-05-24,2022-01-08 03:45:50,12,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/abducted-ch-00,1. A female banker discovers her kinky side. 2. A female banker discovers her kinky side. 3. A female banker discovers her kinky side. 4. A female banker discovers her kinky side. 5. A female banker discovers her kinky side. 6. A female banker discovers her kinky side. 7. A female banker discovers her kinky side. 8. A female banker discovers her kinky side. 9. A female banker discovers her kinky side. 10. A female banker discovers her kinky side. 11. A female banker discovers her kinky side. 12. The Conclusion: a female banker discovers her kinky side.,"['Female Abduction', 'Female Bondage', 'Female Exposed', 'Female Fetish', 'Female Kidnapping', 'Female Orgasm', 'Female Submission', 'S/M Fetish', 'Spanking', 'Stripped In Public']",4.19,"**Villain's Prologue**
+Okay, I'm thinking to myself, ... maybe this part was a mistake.
+But, I had to make sure she was gonna be there today. There's no use in exposing a perfectly beautiful plan, if the target is going to be taking one of her sick days.
+She's there, all right. All fresh, and crisp, and classy, like always. I watch her rise from her desk, and step lively around the lobby, talking to her colleagues. Then, she turns on her perky little heels with that white dress wisking around trim, shapely legs. She's all businesslike, and all 'professional', but, ... she kinda makes a fella wonder about just how long those legs really are up under that white dress.
+She's a looker. She's got great eyes, and a fabulous figure. And, she's even easy to talk to. If it weren't for the fact that she's standing between a half-a-million dollars, and me I'd even ask her out, after this is all over.
+But, I'm guessing, she'd probably say no.
+Ah, well, ... now, she's seen me. But, what the hell, ... the plan's in place. Me 'n' the boys pretty much got it all wired. Not much she can do about any of it, even if she does recognize me. Besides, she won't even know anything's amiss until lunch time.
+There, she's going on about her business again. I pull my fedora down over my eyes. I set about focusing on my own business, too.
+I head off down the street, out of sight of the Miller Bank Building's main doors. I flip open my cell-phone, and dial a number from a scrap of paper in my vest pocket:
+""Harris, ... she's here. We're on.""
+""Problem, Chief,"" Harris said. ""Gotta technical glitch with Chano's electronic voice scrambler. It's not working.""
+That's not much of a problem, I figure. Chano's not supposed to speak, anyway. It's probably best that he have as little verbal contact with our prospective hostage as possible, knowing how he is. Fact is, he likes pretty girls too much, which plays into my plan.
+""What about all the other equipment?"" I ask.
+""The A/V works fine, comp links are up and running ... hey, wait, Chano wants to talk. Here, ...""
+Chano's accented English crackles through the earpiece: ""Hey, what's up, School?""
+I grimace, and sigh. I'm beginning to hate that ""School"" stuff from him. Like a lot of young punks, they refer to anyone with an ounce of gray in his hair as ""Old School"", or ""School"" for short. Makes it sound like I'm old and infirm.
+The truth is, I still sling some mean iron at the gym, and still run a dozen miles every week. I'm still built like the point guard that I once was, thirty years ago, and I can hold my own on the court -- and anywhere else, for that matter -- against any of these steroid-heads that hang out at the gym, these days.
+I swallow that ""School"" stuff, only because I realize it is supposed to be an address of respect. Because mothers don't teach their children to say, ""Sir"", anymore.
+I compose myself: ""Chano, you're not even supposed to be around her very much until I say so. Just don't say anything, when we're at the staging area.""
+""Staging area? Oh, you mean the warehouse, yeah, right.""
+It is at this moment that I make the decision: Chano will not be saying anything. He's gonna screw it up, I can feel it.
+Bless him, Chano has his uses: At 6'3"", and 210 lbs., he cuts an extremely intimidating figure. He can get physical, when he needs to, and he's pretty good at it. And, I have to concede this much: It was his baby-faced, smoldering Latin good looks, that got him next to that intern at the bank, which gave me this idea, in the first place.
+But, Chano's not the sharpest pencil in the box. Thinking on his feet is ... a liability. If I could replace him altogether, I would, but we're too far down the road for that.
+Harris is my tech-expert and I am relying on him to make everything work.
+Like most tech experts, Harris looks the part: Thin, slightly built, average height, thick glasses. Not a bad looking dude, but he's no GQ poster boy, either. If I were to say he looked like anybody, I'd say it was a grown-up Harry Potter. Then, I chuckle -- his favorite color is brown. How in character is that?
+But, what Harris brings behind those thick lenses, and large brown eyes, and shock of tousled brown hair is the ability to improvise, and to think quickly, like an engineer.
+He also brings a fat helping of good old-fashioned greed.
+I smile to myself, ""Greed is good."" Harris won't screw it up.
+With that small adjustment in mind, I know we're ready to go. Ready to get rich.
+I step around the corner and stride through the alley beside the Miller building. I hop into a rented blue Chevy and fire the ignition. I creep out into the morning rush-hour traffic, just as it begins to die down.
+The clock on the dashboard says, ""9:25 AM"". In a little less than three hours, we begin.
+Six hours after that, I should be winging my way to a nice, comfortable Costa Rican retirement.
+**********
+It was one of those fabulous late summer mornings when every breath that you take lets you know that you are alive.
+I wake up without the alarm clock feeling quite frisky from the residue of a very kinky little dream that I had had just before opening my eyes.
+I slip into the shower and train the nozzle on that special place between my legs luxuriating in the sensual stimulation of the water vibrating off my very sensitive and enlarged female nub.
+The memory of my dream where I was bound and helpless to a captor's whims and fancies brings me quickly to orgasm as my body shimmies to its own private sexual music.
+As I dry off, I still can feel the energy of desire coursing through my body and wonder what kind of a day is in store for me.
+It sure started out with a nice bang I think to myself and smile.
+I slip on a pair of teeny light blue nylon panties that hug me everywhere that they should.
+I love how they feel to wear under my clothes as they give me, simply by their fit, a constant reminder of sexy.
+I apply my make up in the bathroom mirror, comb my hair, and decide what else to wear on such a fabulous day.
+My job requires stockings, which are such a pain, so I comply by wearing my beige lace garter belt with the violet suspender straps and very sheer nude stockings.
+A matching light blue balconette demi cup bra completes the outfit. My dress fits tight enough to show my bottom off along with my teeny panty lines, but flares out nicely to not show my garters bumps.
+When I add my tan linen high heels, I feel wonderful.
+One last check in the mirror confirms my sense of sexy self as I head out the door to catch my bus to work.
+I am in my early 40's, divorced from a bad marriage and have spent the last 6 years rediscovering myself as well as allowing myself to be sexy again.
+I hit the gym soon after my divorce and became quite happy with the results as I stand 5'5"" in bare feet and am back to wearing a very comfortable size 6.
+I am not very big on top and thus wear push up bras to enhance the little that I have.
+My nipples on the other hand are quite perky and very sensitive. Once they become erect they have a tendency to remain stimulated for quite a while just like they still are this morning.
+My hair is dark brown but has developed a streak of gray that I was initially going to color, but then thought twice about it. It is so distinctive as it forms almost a skunk stripe on the top of my head that it seemed a shame to conceal it.
+I wear it relatively short, as my ex loved it long, a lingering residue of our relationship.
+As to my private area, I keep my pubic hair trimmed and short, as it is very thick making it quite painful and difficult to either shave completely or to wax.
+Oh the things that we do to feel sexy.
+I walk out of my apartment building into the most glorious light of the early morning sun and head to the nearest bus stop.
+It arrives on time as usual.
+I step onto the bus and as I greet my regular bus driver I can tell that the morning sun is silhouetting me in the doorway of the bus as Frank, the driver, stares at me from head to toe and gives out a most complimentary exhale of air.
+I swipe my bus card giving Frank a big smile walking back to the first seat facing forward in the bus.
+I have become a consummate flirt and enjoy sitting in a front seat so Frank and I can exchange looks using his inside mirror.
+Although my dress hangs down past my knees, I give it a bit of a tug northward to allow Frank some peeks at my legs and stockings.
+He is always so cheerful in the morning and gives me an extra minute or two when I am running late, so I repay the favor by giving him peeks.
+Today was one of those days that I was in a ""mood"", a somewhat natural continuation of my morning.
+By the time the bus got close to my work, my peeks had turned into mini exhibitions of stocking tops, garter snaps, and light blue nylon.
+Frank certainly enjoyed it, but I do feel that I enjoyed it more.
+I pull on the stop request cord and as Frank pulls the bus to the curb, I let my legs wander far apart as I gather my laptop case up and rise out of my seat.
+With a very impish smile directed at Frank along with a wish for a ""great day"" I head up the block to my place of employment.
+I can feel his eyes follow me all the way up the block.
+I work in a large bank downtown as an ""banker"" which gives me a desk, a chair, and a bit of a cubby hole to sit in as I help customers open checking and savings accounts as well as request certified checks etc. I am also privy to the bank codes, which are used to transfer funds from one bank to the next.
+I do love the interaction with the customers, although the last few days I have had an unusual looking man requiring my help over very minor things. I almost feel that he is making up reasons to talk to me.
+He is about 6'1"" with a muscular build, who dresses a bit old fashioned but still stylish. He wears his hair short and well cared for, although he usually covers it with what I would call a fedora; one of those style of hats from the 40's gangster movies.
+He has beautiful ebony skin that almost glows.
+If he didn't wear such a menacing grimace most of the time, I would consider him quite handsome.
+I enter the bank through the side door as it doesn't officially open for another 30 minutes and get myself settled into my workstation and log onto the computer system.
+Once I am all ready to begin my day, I have a chance to look out the front window and there he is, my tall, dark and intriguing stranger looking right back at me.
+A chill runs through my body, the kind that causes you to shudder from fright but mixes with a slight feeling of sexual excitement.
+Well, isn't that just like me today i.e. to feel excited over an almost creepy stalker?
+As the front doors of the bank are unlocked, my stalker disappears and I find myself quite busy for the morning, although the constant rubbing of the fabrics of my under things serve as a wonderful reminder of how sexy I feel today.
+Lunchtime comes with a blink of an eye and I quickly log off as I have a number of errands to run within walking distance of the bank and want to get an early start.
+As I rush out the revolving doors my dress doesn't quite fully make it into the small space between compartments and I find myself stuck between the inside and the outside of the bank.
+My dress is caught between the glass and the rubber edge of the door so as I push forward on the sliding glass my dress becomes more extended behind me until I inadvertently give most of the customers a very nice look of the top of my stockings and my violet suspender straps.
+I realize that unless I want to also share a view of my teeny light blue panties it would be best to stop pushing forward and attempt to resolve my predicament without further exposure.
+The bank guard, who also is a subject of my teasing, hits a release button allowing the doors to slide freely resulting in my dress catching up with the rest of me and its hem to resume its place below my knees.
+I simply shrug my shoulders at the guard adding a big smile and hurry out the doors.
+As I turn the corner to take a short cut down the alley by our building I feel a strange foreboding pass through me and in a complete contradiction, my nipples become erect again just like they had been most of the morning.
+What is going on within me today?
+
+"
+1,AH Fantasies Ch. 00: Introduction,zadefem,Chain Stories,2007-01-14,2007-01-14,2022-01-08 03:45:59,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/ah-fantasies-ch-00-introduction,Angelica and the Magic Lamp of Literotica.,[''],4.45,"It was New Year's Eve and Angelica Hoare was sitting behind the counter of the Worthless & Bollocks antique store in Little Mingeton, counting down the minutes until the end of her shift. She had no plans for that evening. While most nineteen year olds would have been planning wild nights out, involving copious amounts of sex, drugs and alcohol, in no particular order, Angelica Hoare had nothing to look forward to, other than a night of watching Strictly Come Dancing and saying prayers with her elderly parents.
+The Reverend and Mrs Hoare were God-fearing people, who'd been pessimistic about the fate of their daughter's soul from the moment she was begat. What terrified them wasn't so much the wicked temptations of the world into which they were about to bring her, but the unspeakable enjoyment that both of them had gained from the act of conception.
+Mrs Hoare had done her utmost to think of England as she lay back and allowed her husband to lift her nightgown. But very soon, that green and pleasant land became a place that was surrounded by stars and rhythmic thrusts -- her hips reaching out to meet her lawfully wedded husband as they went forth with loud groans, and multiplied, just as God had intended them to do.
+There were no more children after Angelica. After a couple of days of non-stop procreation, Mrs Hoare came down with a nasty case of thrush, which she in turn passed on to the Reverend Hoare. The localised itching made it obvious to both of them that this was a sign of God's disapproval, and once the Canasten had been purchased it was decided that there was to be no more sex in the Hoare household.
+There were two consequences to this decision. The first was that Angelica was eighteen before she discovered that it wasn't the stork who'd delivered her, but a gay midwife called Julian. The second was that once she discovered this, she developed an interest in sex that was unrivalled in the history of her village.
+It was the moment that her parents had dreaded for a very long time, and was made infinitely worse by the fact that Angelica had matured into a very attractive young woman with pert nipples. The admiring glances cast in her direction by both men and women didn't escape the Reverend and his wife, neither did the seductive moans that drifted from her bedroom at night.
+Out of desperation, they sent her to work with an elderly parishioner by the name of Mr Worthless. He was partially-sighted and almost deaf, and had been through so many hip replacement operations that it was a far safer option than enrolling Angelica at the convent, where the nuns were younger and quick- fingered. Best of all was that the people who frequented Mr Worthless' antiques store were almost antiques themselves.
+For a spirited girl it was probably the worst scenario imaginable, but for Angelica, opportunity knocked very softly. The hours were long and lonely, and Mr Worthless paid her less than she would have earned at McDonalds. But things had changed in the world of antiques-trading -- so much so that slow-witted Mr Worthless was already behind the times in the '30s. As far as the internet went, it was as much a mystery to him as quantum physics, so he left that sphere in the eager hands of his new assistant, who in turn used it to satisfy her obsession with erotic fiction.
+Angelica may have counted down the minutes she spent in that dingy store, but only because she didn't want to let them go. She'd lost count of the number of times she'd orgasmed on Mr Worthless' cherished Georgian chair as she filled her mind with literary smut. It was her last remaining link with the real world -- the world where people had feelings and acted on them accordingly.
+Throughout the seasons she clung to every word and entered a twilight world of seduction, beautiful perversion and rampant sexual antics. There were days when her hand barely left her panties, and as she became more daring so she found new uses for relics under her custody.
+When she arrived home at night she was often exhausted, and this was when the Reverend and Mrs Hoare felt pangs of guilt about the career they'd assigned to their daughter. But they rarely lasted long. At the end of the day Angelica had managed nineteen years with no tattoos, piercings, encounters with the police, unwanted pregnancies, nor emergency room visits to have her stomach pumped, and that was an accomplishment that would have made any parent proud.
+Angelica had experimented with more graphic erotic sites, but was unimpressed by the big hairstyles, over-inflated breasts and penises the size of fire- extinguishers. And besides, watching people hump like animals and fake orgasm wasn't nearly as satisfying as allowing her own imagination to set the scene.
+There were five minutes to go before Angelica would reluctantly lick her fingers and be forced to return home. If she read quickly, there might be time for another story. It was hardly as though she had to worry about her food going cold that night. This New Year's Eve, as with every other New Year's Eve of her life, the Hoare family would be consuming supermarket economy bread dipped in olive oil as their main meal of the day.
+The Reverend Hoare claimed it was a necessary measure to remind them of the hunger and suffering in the world. Mrs Hoare, however, had suspected for a long time that the excesses of Christmas simply aggravated her husband's constipation, and that this was his way of easing out the old to make way for the new. Angelica never really thought about it at all. She was usually far too busy wondering why men had nipples, and whether the authors of erotic fiction led sex lives as exciting as their stories.
+She selected a random story about a lesbian plumber, who'd discovered that toilets weren't the only things she could fit her hand into. The first few paragraphs were promising, and the description at the top of the second page took Angelica's breath away. She was mid-gasp when suddenly she heard a bell ring as the front door was opened and then closed.
+An icy draft swept through to the back room, bringing her back to her senses. She got up and made her way to the counter. There was a tall, dark-haired man standing in the store. He was wearing an expensive business suit and had something in a brown paper bag, which he gripped tightly to his waist.
+""Can I help you, sir?"" she asked, startled to be looking at someone who was actually below the age of seventy.
+""I don't want it anymore,"" said the man, and placed the paper bag on the counter. His gaze moved down his waist, and without thinking, Angelica followed it. Her mouth dropped open in astonishment. The man's pants were straining around his zipper to the point where it looked likely to snap.
+""I don't think I want it either, thank you,"" replied Angelica, aghast.
+""No! You don't understand! In there!"" Thankfully, the customer pointed towards the bag on the counter, and Angelica peered inside.
+It was a lamp. Angelica pulled it out carefully and held it towards the light. Definitely an antique, but it was filthy! She picked up a cloth and started to rub around the edges.
+""No!"" screamed the man.
+Angelica jumped, and the lamp clattered onto the floor.
+""Never, ever do that!""
+""Why on earth not?"" she asked, picking the lamp back up and setting it on the counter.
+""Because that's how I got this!"" wailed the man, gesturing towards the bulge in his pants. ""Just one little rub was all it took...""
+Angelica raised one eyebrow and took a deep, steadying breath -- ""I should imagine that it hadn't been rubbed for a while, and was just rather sensitive from the lack of stimulation. But as far as the lamp goes, I'm afraid I can't take it until Mr Worthless is on the premises, which might be quite late tomorrow afternoon if his meals on wheels service is running late as usual.""
+""And what about Mr Bollocks?""
+""Our cold climate didn't sit well with Mr Bollocks' constitution,"" replied Angelica. ""He emigrated to Spain last year.""
+""I see..."" There was a note of panic to the customer's voice. ""But the truth is, I don't want any money for the lamp.""
+""Are you sure? It might be worth quite a lot. It looks..."" She was about to say 'Persian', but then some letters at the bottom caught her eye. An L, an I, a T... Angelica followed the grubby letters until they spelled out 'Literotica'. She gasped. It was the name of her favourite erotic fiction site.
+""... interesting,"" she said after an awkward pause.
+He shook his head. ""Keep it. Please! Do what you want with it, but I never want to set eyes on it again.""
+The bell was twinkling and the door rattling in its hinges before Angelica had the chance to respond. She looked at the lamp and cursed under her breath. It would never do to leave it in the store overnight. And besides, she didn't really want to. There was no record of her customer calling, let alone of leaving something priceless behind. And if it was worth as much as she thought it was... Angelica ran her finger over the curves of the lamp and allowed her imagination to stray. All that it needed was a very good clean. Once the layers of grime and dust had been removed, she could take a picture of it, post it on eBay and let the bidding commence!
+With dollar signs flashing in her eyes, Angelica wrapped the artefact in newspaper and powered down the computer. The lesbian plumber would have to wait until 2007. She put on her grey duffel coat, pulling the hood down low to keep out the stormy night. As she stepped out into a wall of wind and rain she took refuge in a world of fantasy, which tonight revolved around the kind of clothes she'd buy with her earnings from the lamp.
+Of course, that was bound to create problems in itself. She'd have to be particularly inventive to explain the latex corsets and crotchless panties when it came to laundry day. But still, there was no harm in dreaming, especially not when she was just skimming the tip of her iceberg of potential wealth. And so it was that Angelica Hoare whiled away her three mile walk home.
+By the time she reached the drab stone building at the top of the hill, dinner (all three slices of it) was already on the table, and the Reverend and Mrs Hoare were standing behind their stern wooden chairs, waiting to say grace.
+""Did you have a good day at work, Angelica?"" asked her father, glowering at her through wild and unruly eyebrows.
+""Yes, father.""
+""Good.""
+The pleasantries now over, Angelica took her place at the table and closed her eyes.
+""Dear Lord God,"" began the Reverend Hoare in a booming theatrical voice. ""We beg your forgiveness for the excesses of 2006..."" He paused, as an ominous rumble escaped from his stomach. ""And we pray that you give us strength to resist the temptations that 2007 casts before us. You have thrown us into a dark valley of adulterers, sodomites, working girls, pole dancers and lipstick lesbians galore -- and yet, we cling to the truth and beauty of your word. Oh, Lord, make us pure...""
+""...but not yet,"" said a devilish little voice inside Angelica's mind.
+""Amen.""
+The rest of the meal took place in silence. Once it was over, Angelica helped her mother with the three dishes, before settling down in front of the black and white television to watch the kind of programme that was meant for people with an IQ in single figures.
+There had been times in the past when she'd found the skimpy dresses and tight-fitting pants of the dancers titillating. But not tonight. Tonight Angelica Hoare's mind was fixed metal rather than wood. The only curves she saw through those sequined lycra costumes were those of the lamp, and very soon the restlessness overcame her.
+""I'm very tired tonight,"" she announced at the first commercial break. ""I think I might take an early night.""
+Mrs Hoare peered at her daughter suspiciously. Being the person responsible for the family laundry, it hadn't escaped her notice that there were mornings when Angelica's panties were soaked. Most mornings, as a matter of fact -- especially when Angelica had complained of feeling tired the evening before. It was a mystery that the timid, grey-haired woman had been wrestling with for quite some time. Should she mention something to her husband? Or was this just a symptom of some unspeakable feminine ailment that she was yet to encounter in her own lifetime? Wisely, she pursed her lips and resolved to take Angelica to the doctor at the first possible opportunity.
+Angelica didn't even bother brushing her teeth that night. During the course of the year she had been thinking a lot about her situation. If she were to live a normal life, then she would have to break away from the narrow clutches of her parents. Yet on Mr Worthless' wages she'd be lucky to afford the rental of a PO Box, let alone a proper home. The lamp was quite possibly the key to freedom that she'd been seeking for longer than she cared to remember.
+She pulled the package out of her coat pocket and unwrapped the newspaper. After the glittering images in her mind, looking at the small and rather dull lamp again was rather a disappointment. She needed some kind of duster. Angelica glanced around the room. Given her own way, she would have used any of the fabrics or upholstery of the house. It was all equally drab and horrible, from the moth-eaten green velvet curtains to the washed out pink blanket that covered her bed.
+After some deliberation, she decided on a pair of khaki-coloured woollen panties, which her mother had bought for the express purpose of making sure that her daughter never got laid. Angelica picked them up and gave the lamp a brisk rub. The difference it made within the space of a few seconds was incredible, and she rubbed again, a broad grin spreading out over her face.
+Suddenly she was thrown backwards by a powerful explosion. The lights flickered and clouds of dust hung around her room like a swirling mist. As she came to her senses she noticed how her 'God is Love' tapestry on the far wall was hanging at an angle, and deep scorch marks lined the walls and ceiling. Her ears still buzzing, she sat up, still clutching her panties, and waited for something to happen. But nothing did.
+There were no visions of holy angels, no cries of alarm from her parents downstairs, and not even the sheep outside her window seemed particularly alarmed by what had just taken place.
+The only thing that seemed unusual was the music from the television downstairs, which was far louder than her parents normally permitted. Angelica listened for a few seconds. It wasn't dancing music at all -- in fact, unless she was very mistaken, it was a particularly bad synthesised version of Greensleeves... and it wasn't coming from downstairs -- it was coming from her bed.
+Her mind reeling, Angelica crossed over and stuck her ear to the mattress. Instantly the sound became muffled. It had to be something else. She ripped back the sheets and continued her search. What she was looking for was a complete mystery, and what had just happened an even bigger one. Angelica wasn't even thinking anymore. And then she realised -- the music was coming from the lamp!
+Picking it up, she groaned as the music started again. It had been bad enough the first time round -- on loop play it had the potential to break her sanity, especially in the wake of what had just happened.
+She picked the lamp up and suddenly the music stopped.
+""Thank you for your patience,"" said a voice from within the lamp. ""Due to an unusually high volume of callers, wish requests are taking slightly longer to process than normal.""
+Angelica opened her mouth to ask a question, but was silenced by the return of Greensleeves. Horrified at the prospect of having to listen to any more of it, she gave the lamp a violent shake.
+""Your call is valuable to us,"" said the voice. ""Please be aware that during holiday periods --""The words were cut off by a burst of background noise, and then a new voice mumbled something through the spout of the lamp.
+""I beg your pardon?"" asked Angelica.
+There was a long drawn-out sigh. ""My name is Suneeta and I am speaking to you from our call centre in Mumbai. In order to process your wishes in the most effective way possible, please press one on your keypad for wishes of a financial nature, two for health, three for family, four for food, five for career, and press six and nine simultaneously for sex, drugs, rock and roll, or any other requests.""
+Angelica turned the lamp over, but as she'd suspected there was no sign of any keypad.
+""I'm sorry,"" said Suneeta. ""Your choice has not been recognised. In order to process your wishes in the most effective way possible, please hold while I connect you to another operator.""
+""Sixty-nine!"" blurted Angelica. ""Please! Don't put me on hold again!""
+""Please repeat yourself, caller?""
+""SIXTY NINE!!!!!!!"" screamed out Angelica.
+""Angelica????"" called her mother's voice from the bottom of the stairs.
+Angelica glanced nervously at her bedroom door, before leaping over and sliding the bolt across it.
+""Please hold.""
+""Oh, fuck!""
+The air was filled once more with the jaded strains of Greensleeves, and for the first time in her life Angelica understood what it was that drove some people to kill themselves.
+""Angelica, who are you talking to up there?"" persisted her mother. But Angelica wasn't listening. Beads of sweat had broken out on her face, and she was attempting to smother the lamp with her pillow.
+""Angelica!"" This time it was the Reverend Hoare. ""Come down here immediately!""
+""Hello, caller! I am Deepak, and I am the duty manager for sex, drugs, rock and roll and all other options!""
+Angelica uncovered the lamp, her jaw dropping slightly at the man's enthusiasm for his job.
+""How may I help you today?""
+""... I'm trying to clean the lamp,"" replied Angelica.
+""If you hold the line I will put you through to a colleague who --""
+""NO!"" roared Angelica, starting to foam at the mouth. ""I just need to clean the lamp so that I can sell it on eBay and never hear another bar of Greensleeves for the rest of my life.""
+""Is that your wish?""
+""How do you mean?""
+""That you wish for the lamp to be clean?""
+""Of course!""
+There was a blinding flash of light, and suddenly Angelica found herself dazzled by the gleaming metal of the lamp.
+""You have two more wishes, caller. In order to process them in the most effective way possible, please press one on your keypad for wishes of a financial nature, two for health, three for family, four for food, five for career, and press six and nine simultaneously for sex, drugs, rock and roll, or any other requests.""
+Angelica sat down and took a deep breath. ""You mean I can wish for absolutely anything in the world?""
+""Yes, anything -- but only twice.""
+She had two shots at making the world her oyster, and not all that much time to decide. Footsteps were now thundering up the stairs. Angelica's heart began to race. She needed to be away from her parents, maybe not forever, but at least at this present time. She racked her brains. Her imagination flitted back to the stories she read at Worthless & Bollocks. What if she wished to live out one of those as the main character? Which one would she choose? Angelica chewed away at one of her fingernails.
+""Angelica, this is your father! Open this door right now!""
+Angelica gazed at the lamp and nodded slowly. ""I wish that I could see what writers of erotic fiction get up to at night.""
+She smiled to herself. This was going to be good ... voyeurism at its very best - better than porn! This was a journey that would take her to the heart of the erotic mind and put her finger on its very pulse.
+There was a flash, and suddenly Angelica Hoare was no longer in her draughty and rather Spartan bedroom. Lights, sounds and images whirled around her in a vortex as a sense of weightlessness rose from her stomach. For a few seconds she wondered if she was about to hurl, and then as suddenly as it started, it stopped.  
+Angelica blinked. She was in a house about as far removed from her parents' home as it was possible to get. There were empty beer bottles over the coffee table, along with some leftover pizza and a packet of the largest cigarette rolling papers that Angelica had ever seen. Although the window was open, a sweet, slightly illegal smell hung in the air.
+In the corner of the room a movie was playing on the television. It was some kind of chick flick that looked quite entertaining, although no one was really watching it. The only two inhabitants of the room were sprawled on the couch, fast asleep in each other's arms. Angelica looked for signs of deviancy, kinkiness or even some kind of dungeon hidden beneath the floorboards, but found none. More significantly, the two blonde women looked as though butter wouldn't melt in their mouths.
+""So what the hell's this supposed to be?"" muttered Angelica as she tripped over an Xbox controller.
+""Femininity and Scheherazade,"" whispered a familiar voice behind her. ""Erotic writers, as requested.""
+Angelica turned around, but there was no one else in the room. She opened her mouth to say something, but suddenly the vortex closed around her again, spinning her through space and time zones until she reached her next destination.
+She was in a room, with not much in it except for the past. The present did not exist. The future had not happened yet. No one was there, but she felt a presence. She saw a mirror on the far side of the room. It was steamed up, as if someone had taken a very hot bath and left the air humid. She felt an electric pull towards the mirror. She was drawn to it as if an invisible force was calling her. She could almost hear a female voice saying ""Come to me ...""
+She moved towards the mirror in a transfixed state. And as she looked, a ghost finger was sliding and gliding over the mirror's smooth surface, tracing words. She stared. When the finger stopped writing she shivered, as she felt the same finger move up her spine, and eventually settle on her shoulders -- ghost fingers gently kneading into her shoulders, massaging her muscles. She looked up to read what the fingers had written. ""Inlovewithyourghost"" were written out in steam.
+She was left with so many unanswered questions as she felt the presence leave her. Firstly, she hoped this ghost girl was not a writer, because she clearly didn't know about leaving spaces between words. And then she also wondered about exactly who she was in love with... Maybe time would tell, but a sneaky suspicion was growing inside Angelica's mind. What she'd wished for wasn't enough. These were ordinary people, who led ordinary lives -- at least on the surface. To satisfy her curiosity she'd have to go so much deeper; deeper than their day to day lifestyles and deeper than what they did at night ...
+She blinked. And then there was nothing. Only darkness.
+""The Darkness..."" breathed the voice over her shoulder.
+All of a sudden, NIN started playing in the background and a cartoon-like devilish man's smile appeared in the air. It was of the mischievous variety that makes you wonder what a person is up to. He was cracking his knuckles, his powerful frame poised for some kind of action. Angelica's eyes lit up.
+But then darkness was replaced by light and the roar of power tools.
+""Lucky, Vella,"" announced the voice.
+The scent of baked cookies was heavy in the air, and as Angelica thought back to her meal of bread and olive oil her stomach growled. A beautiful blonde woman was standing behind the stove, radiating warmth, sweetness and love as she peered out through the window at her athletic girlfriend, who was slicing through a tree trunk with a chain saw.
+""Where am I?"" was Angelica's thought just before she saw the sign on the door -- The _Love Shack_. She smiled to herself. Promising, but she'd evidently arrived at the wrong time.
+The light and the domestic bliss suddenly faded once more and Angelica found herself in a dungeon. A pale-faced girl was staring into a mirror. Angelica moved slightly, so that she could at least see this woman's reflection. But there was none.
+""Nosferatuness..."" came the whisper, and Angelica shuddered at the sight of a vampire girl absorbed in the task of polishing her fangs with a heavy duty toothbrush. She felt scared, but at the same time she was excited. She could well imagine those teeth sinking into innocent flesh and necks, and the sexual ecstasy that would accompany it. 'Her fantasies must be like a horror movie,' thought Angelica, and again she cursed herself for not having taken her wish that little bit further.
+A sharp knocking rang out through the dungeon and Angelica turned towards it. Suddenly there was a carpet on the floor and a tall man with a military gait and salt and pepper hair began making his way across it. He opened a door.
+""Skip1934a?""
+The voice belonged to a sexy Fed-Ex girl, dressed in uniform and all. Her name tag read 'Trin'. She had the cutest freckles you could imagine.
+""I have two packages here to deliver,"" she smiled as Skip reached out to sign for them. ""I don't know who they're for, but I know exactly what's in them...""
+""It had better be something worthwhile at this time of night,"" said Skip, extinguishing his cigarette in a nearby ashtray.
+""You could say that,"" grinned Trin. ""Fallingtofly and Fallenfromgrace -- they're sex catalogues. They got them mixed up at the regional depot. With all the falling and flying, I was given both packages and sent out the door with no clear direction of who they're for. And seeing as you've been such a great customer over the past few months, ordering all those computer parts... I thought, why not you?""
+Angelica watched as Skip took the packages and began unwrapping them.
+""Fallenfromgrace --""announced Trin. ""It's for bi, curious and queer people and it comes with a free vibrator -- batteries not included.""
+Skip looked at the picture on the cover and smiled. His eyes moved to the second package. ""And this one's Fallingtofly, right?""
+""It is -- for the flirty, straight and insanely horny, and I think you're going to love it.""
+Skip gazed at the blonde-haired elfin figure on the cover and was immediately drawn to the best pair of legs he'd ever seen. ""Oh, I definitely do..."" he murmured. ""Thank you, Trin. You've done me a great service tonight.""
+Angelica was beginning to wonder just how far this little exchange was going to go. This was more like she'd imagined -- innuendo, low-level flirting and the promise of so much more. But in the back of her mind she knew that it wasn't likely to last, and with a flash the scene vanished from her.
+Angelica was in a garden. It was a cold, clear night in this part of the world, and a man and a woman were sitting on a bench in the moonlight.
+""English Lady, Joe Wordsworth..."" came the whisper.
+Angelica held her breath as the man took the woman's hand and kissed it.
+""You're beautiful,"" he said, gazing into her green eyes with his own.
+A flush of excitement spread out over English Lady's cheeks, and she directed her eyes to the floor.
+""You know, a lot of people see me as this proud, ambitious, hard-ass, professional guy, but I feel different around you. You bring me to this rose garden in the dead of winter, and all I can think about is how it doesn't really matter that there are no roses out, because you're here -- and you're my rose in fullest bloom, the kind that makes the whole yard scented with that aroma that makes you stop and close your eyes and breathe deep and smile.""
+English Lady leaned forward, and so did Angelica. She wanted to see this kiss, because it promised so much more than just sex, but just as their lips touched and trembled against one another the scene changed and Angelica found herself surrounded by red light.
+Her heart leapt. Although she'd never seen one, she'd heard of Red Light Districts dozens of times in the stories she'd read. There was one in the nearest town, which her father referred to as Sodom and Gomorrah, but Angelica had never set eyes on it before.
+As her eyes grew accustomed to the glow, she realised that she was actually in a small room. There were photographs everywhere -- on the walls, on the shelves and hanging clothes lines stretched across the room. They all featured the same woman with long-reddish brown hair and pure, yet enigmatic features. In one she was standing outside the pyramids; in another she was canoeing through a rain forest; in another she was next to the Great Wall of China; and so on until Angelica realised there were few corners of the world where this woman hadn't travelled.
+""McKenna,"" breathed the voice just over her shoulder.
+There was a cough from the corner of the room and Angelica suddenly realised that she wasn't alone. Leaning over the desk, dipping a photograph in a chemical solution was an athletic-looking man with dark hair. A cup of coffee was steaming away next to him, but he was so absorbed in his task that he showed no signs of drinking it. Across his shirt, 'Neonurotic' was written in large print.
+A blast of music suddenly ripped through the calm, and Angelica found herself in a strip-club. Right before her very eyes a woman moving seductively against a pole, grinding up against it, sliding her hands up and down it as she danced to the music. She was a beautiful woman with long, red hair and a breathtaking figure, and Angelica felt an all too familiar wetness building up between her legs.
+""Go, Angelicminx!"" called out a male voice, and Angelica's attention was diverted to three men sitting as close to the stage as possible.
+""Severusmax, Salvor Hardon and Remec,"" came the inevitable whispered introduction. Like all the names she'd heard that night, these were very familiar to her. She had read their stories, experienced orgasms crafted from the depths of their imagination, and she was in the exact same room as them.
+Sev, who had a gorgeous tan and wavy dark, brown hair, was gazing at Angelicminx, his hand wrapped suggestively around his beer bottle. Salvor, who might have been mistaken for a geek were it not for his mischievous look, was playing thoughtfully with his goatee as he smoked his way through a packet of Artura Fuente Exquiistos. Remec, on the other hand, was a little worse for wear as the row of Tequila shots in front of him grew shorter. His shoulders were broad and his aviator style glasses lent him an air of cool, despite the fact that he was probably just as feverish as Angelica.
+Angelica smiled to herself. She felt at home in this sexual atmosphere, and if there were one place she could have stayed tonight, it would have been here. But sadly it wasn't to be. A mist descended over the room, and suddenly she was outdoors again.
+She kept waiting for the mist to lift, but it didn't. Through the gloom she caught sight of a reddish-brown-haired woman with a Rubenesque figure, shivering as she drew her coat tighter around her. She had incredible eyes.
+""MagicaPractica,"" announced the voice. ""And Gotwood49...""
+When Angelica's gaze first fell on Gotwood49, she couldn't believe her eyes. Despite the chill, the toned athlete of a man had stripped down to just a pair of jeans. He was in the process of cutting logs with an axe, swinging it masterfully, the muscles of his back rippling with each stroke.
+A car was parked nearby, and a tall, pale-skinned man with hair halfway down his back was rummaging around in the trunk.
+""Hey, Deathlynx!"" called MagicaPractica. ""You're not still looking for a way to catch some lobster are you?""
+""Totally,"" Deathlynx replied, without pausing what he was doing. ""If we're going to be stuck out here, we may as well do it with a little style.""
+MagicaPractica sighed, ""If you hadn't been such a typical male and had just told that girl you didn't understand any Spanish, we wouldn't have ended up out here in the first place.""
+Deathlynx froze for a second, and through the fog Angelica could have sworn she saw a grin on his face.
+""Hey, sometimes you don't have to understand a woman's language to get what she's trying to tell you,"" he explained, sending Angelica's imagination into a spin.
+The fog became a little thicker and the voices muffled, and when it all cleared Angelica found herself back in the warmth of indoors. It was a small room, illuminated by the glow of a computer monitor, and around it sat three red-heads.
+""Crimson Maiden, Selena Kitten, Redhairedandfriendly,"" whispered the voice.
+Angelica craned her neck to see what they were looking at on the computer screen, and her face lit up. They were shopping... for toys. At least that's what it looked like. Vibrators and dildos of all shapes and sizes were reflected in their shining eyes.
+Selena was biting her nails and giggling as she stared at the screen, a half- drunk glass of wine next to her. Redhairedandfriendly had discarded her cross- stitch and was gaping as Crimson Maiden's fingers flew across the keyboard, bringing up new screens full of html.
+""You're through!"" squealed Selena. ""I don't believe it! Crim, you've just hacked into the ultimate sex toys website!!!! You rock!""
+""Can you imagine all the stuff we'll be able to get for free now?"" asked Redhairedandfriendly, her brown eyes sparkling.
+Angelica grinned. She kept changing her mind about where she wanted to be. So far, this place seemed as good as any -- and it would be even better when the mailman arrived.
+There was a flash and a loud rumble of thunder which caused Angelica to jump out of her skin. The smell of cigar smoke was the first thing to hit her senses -- cigar smoke mixed with Hugo Boss Deep Red. She breathed in and shuddered. It was a heady combination that immediately made her think of hot, passionate sex.
+She pulled herself together slightly. She was in a bedroom, with a huge king- sized bed in the centre of the room. A cigar was still smouldering in an ashtray on a nearby table, and all around the room lay evidence of what had been going on in that bed throughout the course of the night -- both wrist and ankle cuffs were abandoned at the side of the bed, burnt down to the wick candles were melted against the table, and wax covered different parts of the black satin sheets. A bucket with half melted ice could be seen next to the candles. And on the bed next to the handcuffs, was what looked like black lingerie. It was evidently torn to shreds.
+""Abstruse, Nirvanadragones"" came the whisper, ""And I'm afraid that concludes your tour of the night habits of erotic writers.""
+""No!!!"" exclaimed Angelica, and moved closer so that she could get a better look at the inhabitants of the bed. There were both women, sleeping comfortably in each other's arms and covered in bite-marks and bruises. It had been a wild night -- wilder than most people could ever imagine, mused Angelica as she caught sight of where one of the women's hands still where.
+In an instant, her hand disappeared inside her panties, and she began rubbing herself to slow ecstasy. She'd been wet for hours -- despite the fact that the tour hadn't always been what she'd expected. It was strange ... every scene, be it domesticated, suggestive, intriguing, or just outright weird had touched her in an intimate way. Real people, who led real lives and had real feelings and passions and disappointments. The reality of it all had made Angelica wet from the moment her tour had begun.
+She rubbed harder and faster. She needed release and soon her fingers were so deep inside herself that she was no longer aware of anything else. She missed the flash as she was transported back to her bedroom, and failed to notice that her door was now lying on the ground, leaving her parents red-faced and slightly psychotic-looking as they stood in the doorway staring for all they were worth.
+Angelica suddenly froze. There was an awkward silence. In the hallway below, the clock struck sixty nine.
+""We need a family discussion,"" announced her father in a quiet voice.
+Angelica slid her hands out of her panties and didn't even dare to blink.
+""For starters, where did you find that lamp?"" asked Mrs Hoare blandly.
+Angelica looked at the lamp, and suddenly remembered that she had one wish left. She could have wished for anything in the world -- a sudden case of amnesia in both parents so that they'd never remember this shocking scene, or a knight (male or female -- Angelica wasn't choosy) in shining armour to take her away from this narrow little home for good. But despite the best efforts of her parents Angelica was a free spirit, who preferred to live for the moment, and although she had seen so much it had simply increased her desire for more.
+She glanced down at the lamp, winked at her parents and then uttered the magic words -- ""I wish I could see what goes on in the darkest fantasies of erotic writers...""
+There was a flash, and her bedroom vanished.
+ **The End.**"
+2,AH Fantasies Ch. 04,scheherazade_79,Chain Stories,2007-02-13,2007-02-13,2022-01-08 03:46:02,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/ah-fantasies-ch-04,When Darkness Falls: a gothic lesbian tale.,"['Biting', 'Blood', 'Fisting', 'Group Sex', 'Lake Geneva', 'Orgy', 'Shower', 'Strap-On', 'Supernatural', 'Vampire']",4.62,"_This story is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to real people is wishful thinking on my part. I am indebted to Nirvanadragones, not just for having the time and patience to edit this monster, but also for being a wonderful friend, who's always there when I need her. I'm also indebted to Abstruse for being the kind of surly bitch who fits hand in glove into the role of Byronic villain. And last but not least, Femininity, for awakening something deep inside me -- you're too beautiful and too good to give up on, and I'm not going to._
+ **Chapter 1**
+The wind howled around the walls of the castle, causing the heavy velvet drapes to shudder in the window frames and the torches to flicker. In a large wrought-iron bed at the far end of the room, two women moved closer into each other's arms in an effort to stave off the cold.
+""You'd think Abs would install double glazing and central heating now she's come into money and all that,"" observed Zade, running her fingers through her lover's honey-blonde hair.
+Femininity melted under the familiar touch. She and Zade had been together many months now, but none of the early magic of their relationship had faded. More to the point, it was impossible for either of them to be this close and not feel the flames of arousal.
+""I know,"" she replied absentmindedly. ""It's all very weird.""
+""And why move to Switzerland, damn it? Ok, so it's right on the shores of Lake Geneva, but there are other lakes in the world -- lakes that are in warmer places, where you can actually leave the house once in a while without getting your head blown off in the process. This is worse than back home! Remember that storm in the eighties, when Sevenoaks was reduced to about three? We'll be lucky if there are any trees left standing by the end of the week. And we're at least a thousand miles away from the nearest M&S food hall. Even if she'd bought a place in the Outer Hebrides, she would have at least been able to rent a helicopter or something to --""
+But what Abs might have done with that helicopter was set to remain a mystery, because Fem was already kissing Zade, turning slightly so that the weight of her body pressed into the younger woman and made her moan. Zade smiled as she ran her fingertips down Fem's spine, allowing her hands to settle on her ass, before pulling her in even closer.
+There had never been any ritual or routine to their lovemaking. Since their first meeting the sex had been like a volcano that was constantly smouldering, and had a habit of erupting at any moment, in any place and in every way imaginable.
+As wetness came into contact with wetness a shiver passed between the two women. A brief pause, and suddenly they were moving against each other -- slow, rocking movements that seemed to make the earth move. Zade glanced up and saw how Fem's eyes had fallen shut. She drank in the quiet ecstasy of her lover's expression, and then took advantage of the moment, rolling Fem over so that the positions were reversed.
+""Let me warm you up,"" murmured Zade as she began kissing Fem's neck. Her lips traced a steady passage down Fem's body, teeth grazing over her neck, kissing her shoulders and then softening that kiss as her lips moved over the slow rise and fall of her lover's breasts.
+Zade lost awareness of her surroundings as she felt Fem's nipple harden in her mouth.
+""Babe, pull the blankets up,"" said Fem between ragged breaths. ""It's fucking freezing in here.""
+Zade did as she was asked, but disappeared underneath them in an instant, leaving Fem with a smile on her face as she lay in wait for the sensation she'd been craving the past hour.
+Spreading her lover's knees apart, Zade began her kisses along the inner thigh. She was moving upwards, but taking her time about it, enjoying the way that Femininity's body seemed to reach towards her tongue.
+It wasn't long before the heat beneath the blankets became unbearable, and Zade was forced to fling them off. She inched forwards, lifting Fem's legs over her shoulders, and then moved closer again until her mouth was directly over her sex.
+Neither of them noticed the bedroom door open, and then close quietly. Nor did they hear the footsteps of another woman, with long, blond curls, creeping across the room. Nirvana paused for a few seconds, her breathing shallow as she watched her two friends in the height of passion. Despite all the years of knowing them, it was something she'd never witnessed before, and the intensity made her head spin.
+Silently, she pulled up a chair and positioned herself on it, her hand already inside her panties. She was already wet, and within seconds a slow moan escaped her lips. Femininity looked up, slightly startled, but upon seeing who it was, she smiled. She and Vana had been friends for longer than either of them could remember, and there were still times when that friendship found expression in sexual terms. Far from being off-putting, Vana's presence simply pushed Fem that much closer.
+As Zade's tongue flicked over her lover's clit, Vana's fingers moved faster. Being in full view, yet knowing that one of the women was still oblivious to her presence, multiplied the excitement beyond comprehension. There was a moment when Zade looked up and saw the scene unfolding in the mirror above the bed. But for some reason, Vana's reflection didn't register. There was the chair, the antique dresser, her girlfriend writhing underneath her as shadows danced slowly across the walls -- but apart from the pair of them, not another living soul.
+For a split second, Zade could have sworn she heard someone else's breathing in the background. It was fast, shallow, uneven, but barely audible... and besides, she didn't have that much time to think about it. It was taking all her strength and concentration to keep her lover still. As she worked three fingers inside her, so the moans grew louder and the movements more erratic. A final push was all it took to send Femininity crashing over the edge, and when they finally disentangled they were both left trembling.
+There was a faint click as the door of the bedroom closed. Femininity looked over to the empty seat and smiled.
+""What was that?"" asked Zade, the blood still pounding through her ears.
+""Just the wind, baby,"" breathed Fem, her face still flushed and her eyes shining. She leaned over and kissed Zade's cheek - ""Thanks for a moment of sunshine in the middle of all never-ending fucking rain.""
+Zade returned the kiss to her girlfriend's lips. ""I don't know how Abs and Vana put up with it.""
+""I should imagine they just stay indoors,"" observed Fem. ""It would explain why they're looking so damn pale these days.""
+""Stay indoors? Abs and Vana? You've got to be kidding! Look --"" Zade nosedived off the edge of the bed to rummage round in a small bag. She re-emerged with a little help, carrying a photo album.
+""Abs and Vana -- Amsterdam!"" she announced, showing a picture of the two of them, looking a little glassy-eyed as they cruised around the Red Light District.
+She turned the page -- ""Abs and Vana -- Berlin: the Love Parade. Abs and Vana living it up in the Candy Bar. Abs and Vana snowboarding in Klosters. Abs and Vana lost somewhere in the Australian outback...""
+The pages were now turning quicker than Zade could keep up her commentary. It was the fairytale romance of a blonde South African and a brunette American, told through a series of photographs that conveyed not only their lust for each other, but an overpowering lust for life.
+""Do these strike you as the kind of people who just stay indoors?""
+""I dunnow,"" replied Fem. ""But we've been here a week now, and there hasn't been any mention of taking us to see any of the local sights.""
+""Maybe there's nothing to see..."" Another thought suddenly struck Zade and she became animated -- ""And where's Vana's PDA these days? You always used to tell me how she couldn't live without it. I haven't seen it out once since we've been here.""
+""She's got no way of charging it, babe. This place is a technological desert. Have you seen any electric sockets since you've been here?""
+""No...""
+Fem raised one eyebrow, and a mischievous smile crept across her lips. ""We can role play all day tomorrow if you find out...""
+When it came to other people's relationships, they shared an infinite nosiness that knew no boundaries, and it was a source of constant amusement to both of them.
+Zade started to laugh. ""And if I don't?""
+""I don't doubt you for a single second, Zade,"" replied Fem, and reached out for the joint that was lying ready rolled on the bedside table. ""And besides -- I was the one who figured out Mat and Mindy, and Lucky and Vella at the last AH get-together. This time you can do the Nancy Drew thing.""
+Zade giggled, ""So it's Nancy Drew now, is it? It was The Dana Scully Thing, last time we played.""
+""That's because I was the one doing the finding out. It's the difference between the amateur and the professional.""
+""Bitch!"" exclaimed Zade, reaching forward to perform a nipple-cripple, but Femininity was wise to her girlfriend's antics and caught her hand mid-air. A small tussle broke out underneath the sheets that soon turned into a prelude for the second sexual encounter of the morning. It was how it had always been. Despite the depth of feeling that existed between the two women, it was usually during light-hearted moments such as this that they realised the extent of their love for one another.
+ **Chapter 2**
+When gloomy morning broke, the rain had died away to a thin drizzle, and layers of mist hung over the landscape like a wedding veil. The end of April was in sight, yet the weather had more in common than the bleakest months of winter.
+Neither of the couples surfaced all that quickly. Even Nirvana, who was usually up before the sun, decided to lounge in bed instead of going for an early morning run with Frankie. When nine o'clock struck she was propped up on her elbow, telling the love of her life about what she'd witnessed the previous night.
+""And what exactly were they doing?"" asked Abstruse, slightly breathless.
+""They were enjoying each other's bodies..."" Vana's hand slipped between her lover's legs. She wasn't breaking eye contact. She knew every nuance of Abstruse's expression, and enjoyed the rapture that her first touch always brought.
+Abs moaned as the fingers found their target and gently spread her open.
+""Zade was under the sheets. Fem was on her back with her legs spread. And I should imagine Zade's tongue was somewhere here... or here...""
+Abs trembled as Vana took control of her, body and soul. It was the softest touch, yet Vana knew her woman's body as well as she knew her own. She knew where to stroke, when to quicken her movements, and also when to slow them back down and make them deeper and more deliberate -- the final thrust to send her lover over the edge.
+They were lying in each other's arms, flushed and in a post-orgasmic haze when there was a knock at the door.
+""Come in!"" called out Abstruse, making no effort to disentangle herself from Vana.
+A small and rather nervous-looking brunette with a weak jaw and dressed impeccably in a French maid's outfit, walked into the room, head down and a bundle of envelopes in her hand.
+""Bring them over here,"" directed Abs, extending an arm.
+""I am so sorry, Madame,"" said the maid, finally caving in to her emotions and wiping a tear from her eye.
+""What is it, Marianne?""
+""It is my letter -- near the top.""
+Abstruse untied the string around the bundle and saw a small envelope. It was addressed to her in childlike writing, and didn't have a stamp. She picked up a knife from her bedside table and flicked it across the surface of the envelope. She pulled out the letter and read it in silence.
+""I see,"" she said after a couple of seconds. ""And why is it that your father is no longer happy for you to work for me?""
+Marianne turned scarlet and waited for the floor to swallow her up.
+""Come, there's no need to be timid around me. They're afraid, aren't they? They believe all the rumours, and you're starting to believe them, too. It's called mass hysteria, Marianne.""
+Marianne gave a sob and pointed a shaky finger at the remainder of the mail bundle. ""There are more -- every day there are more of these... letters. And everyone in the village is talking. They say you are an evil woman. And they say to me that I am evil because I stay here as your servant.
+Abstruse raised an eyebrow. ""I see. Then I accept your resignation. Who am I to keep such an attractive young woman against her will? You may leave whenever you please.""
+""Thank you, Madame!"" blurted Marianne, her appearance suddenly transformed by relief. She curtsied quickly and hurried out of the room, leaving the door to slam shut behind her.
+""And another one bites the dust,"" mused Abstruse as Vana curled in closer to her. ""At least for now.""
+""How many more letters do we have?"" asked Vana.
+""About a dozen, I'd say.""
+""All from the village?""
+Abs thumbed through the pile. ""No, there's one from Geneva, and another one from Lucerne... They must be getting their friends and relatives to write in for them. Let me see...""
+She opened one and gave a snort as she saw its contents.
+""Now this one's gone to a whole lot of trouble."" Abstruse showed Vana the glued-on newspaper lettering that formed the message. ""Go home, American devil,"" she read with a laugh.
+She opened a second one -- ""Oh, this one's good -- 'The bed you sleep on is a cauldron of sin' -- this guy's used a dictionary!"" She read on, ""and you will fester in the filth of your evil sheets'.""
+Nirvana didn't respond. She'd become still and her Atlantic-blue eyes were filled with worry.
+""Well, he got that one wrong!"" quipped Abs. ""I had Marianne change the sheets last night. And now for round two we move from Basic Intelligence to Can You Tie Your Shoelaces.""
+Vana smiled, but was still a long way from joining in the laughter. ""They're getting angry, Sweet,"" she observed. ""We haven't been careful enough. We should stop for a while.""
+""Stop? On the day of the most important event in the calendar? You have to be kidding, right?""
+""No."" Vana was shaking her head. ""I'm not kidding. We go ahead with tonight as planned, but we're careful -- and then we stop. At least for a while. There are plenty of other places in the world. We could go to London for a while, or get an apartment in New York. Somewhere bigger -- more anonymous.""
+Abstruse shook her head, but had no urge to reject her girlfriend's suggestion. It was always the case. Her surly, no-nonsense approach was never any match for Nirvana's sweet determination, and she gave a sigh.
+""But I have to say,"" added Nirvana. ""The in-control, hard-ass employer performance you just put on was very sexy...
+ **Chapter 3**
+From mid-afternoon onwards, the area became trapped in a freak electrical storm. The dark sky was alive with flashes and powerful bolts of lightning. Zade was watching the display from the window, smoking a joint as Abs read from a dusty tome.
+""... her womanhood throbbed with desire when she saw the python that resided in his pants, and as he plunged it into her, she let forth a cry of jubilation...""
+""Con-grat-u-lations, and jubilations! I want the world to know I'm happy as can be!"" sang Zade sarcastically from the corner of the room. Femininity laughed.
+""Ok, I give up!"" snapped Abs. ""We've been through my entire collection of lesbian erotica, and all of Vana's, too. This is all we have left, and I refuse to read it if I'm going to be mocked like this.""
+""I'm sorry, Abs. I honestly didn't mean it like that,"" said Zade, flashing Abs the sweetest smile and doing her utmost to charm the older woman out of her annoyance. ""I know it's not your choice -- that's why I'm laughing at it. And besides, wouldn't you be more worried if I was getting turned on by all that badly-written hetero bollocks?""
+Abstruse stared at her for a couple of seconds. Her blue eyes seemed more piercing than usual, and Zade felt her shoulders beginning to slump.
+""Then why don't we write our own?"" asked Fem, not a second too soon. ""It's not as though we're going to be busy with anything else in this weather.""
+Out of the corner of her eye, Zade caught Vana and Abs exchanging a strange glance.
+""I think it's a good idea,"" smiled Vana, slipping an arm around Femininity's shoulders. ""Really good. We could turn it into a competition to see who can write the hottest story. Zade, what do you think?""
+""Ok,"" replied Zade vaguely. She was peering through the pane of glass. There was something unusual at the front gate. She was only able to see it during split seconds when the lightning streaked across the sky, but it definitely hadn't been there the previous day.
+""What's that?"" she asked.
+Abstruse crossed over to the window and looked the direction Zade was pointing.
+""I don't see anything.""
+There were several flashes in quick succession and Zade pointed frantically at the pale object that was resting on one of the posts.
+""Where?""
+""Look!""
+By now Femininity and Nirvana had arrived at the window and were staring hard.
+""You have to wait for the flashes -- now!""
+""I see it!"" exclaimed Vana. ""It looks like...""
+There were several more flashes, and suddenly they all saw exactly what it looked like, and what it was. It was a pig's head, skewered on to the gate post, fresh blood still dripping from it.
+""Fuck..."" said Zade. ""Did you fall out with your neighbours or something?""
+Abstruse drew the curtains and the four of them returned to their seats.
+""No -- just the entire village.""
+""Why?"" Femininity was now just as curious as Zade. ""Are they all gay-bashers or something?""
+""Something like that,"" responded Abstruse. ""Let's just say that they're a little old-fashioned, and don't take kindly to our type around this area.""
+""That's fucking awful! Have you reported it to the police?""
+""No,"" said Nirvana quietly.
+""Then you should!"" blurted Fem. This is outright harassment.""
+""Let it drop, Sweetheart.""
+""I don't think you should let it drop!""
+Zade cut in on the conversation -- ""Just let me and Fem go down to the village. We'll sort them out!""
+""Zade, please --""Nirvana was growing uncomfortable.
+""No, I'm serious! You've never seen two Celts in action when the chips are down. You just leave it to us. We'll find the ring leaders and --""
+""Zade, that's enough!"" snapped Abstruse. ""Enough! It's bad enough dealing with this when it happens, leave alone bringing it into our conversation and analysing it like an item in some kind of trash gossip column!""
+Zade was suddenly quiet. They were harsh words - far harsher than she could ever remember receiving from Abstruse, and in the corner of the room Frankie, Fem's chocolate Labrador, got to his feet and started growling.
+""Frankie!"" said Fem sternly. Reluctantly, Frankie sat back down again, but he wasn't taking his eyes off Abs.
+Zade muttered something indecipherable under her breath and an awkward silence descended. There was a clunk as the hands of the clock slid into the quarter- to-three position, and chimes rang out through the room. Vana looked at the clock and then at Abs, who nodded.
+""Fem, would you come down to the cellar with me to help choose some wine?"" asked Vana smoothly.
+""Yeah... sure.""
+""Can I come, too?"" asked Zade, not keen on the idea of spending quality time with Abs after what had just passed.
+""No, sweet. You'd better stay here with Frankie,"" advised Vana. ""We've had a problem with rats in our cellars, and there's quite a lot of poison lying around... And besides, I know how you get after half a glass of wine. Goodness knows what would happen if you were allowed to run free in a whole cellar full of it.""
+Frankie flattened his ears and lay back down with a disappointed whimper, while the two women disappeared into the hallway, leaving Zade, Abstruse and a ticking clock.  
+""What's going on, Abs?"" asked Zade after about half a minute had passed. ""Vana's looking ghost-white, you hardly set foot out of the house, everyone in town hates you... What are you doing in a place like this?""
+Abstruse leaned back in her chair, a picture of icy sophistication. There was a cigar smouldering between her fingertips, and she was in the process of exhaling a slow stream of smoke into the air. She smiled at Zade, before reaching onto the floor and lifting a small silver chest onto her lap.
+""The castle, the grounds, the title -- they were all part of an inheritance -- just like this box. I'm simply enjoying what's been given to me on a plate.""
+Zade eyed it suspiciously, but didn't move.
+""Come and see.""
+Abstruse opened the chest and held it towards Zade. In it was a collection of knives. They appeared to be antique and each of the handles was encrusted with jewels. But one glance at their blades was enough to convince anyone that they weren't purely for show. These were weapons, not ornaments. Pretty as they were, they'd been designed with one purpose in mind -- and it certainly wasn't being kept in a box. As if to illustrate the point, one of the rests, Zade noticed, was empty.
+""Very nice,"" she said, a distinct lack of enthusiasm in her voice. ""And what's this got to do with you guys never leaving the area these days? I mean, when was the last time you took a holiday?""
+There was no response. Zade continued regardless -- ""And what's with the all the snapping? We used to get on really well, but these days... I don't know -- I'm starting to feel uneasy when I'm in the same room as you, because I never know when you're going to go off on one - and I've noticed Frankie's just the same. It's almost like you've crossed the boundary from kookiness to creepiness, and I don't like it... I want the old Abs back. You were more fun when you didn't have a title and loads of money.""
+Abs snorted. ""And you think that's what's changed me?""
+""Totally."" Zade was beginning to lose her nerve a bit. Although Abs was listening, her responses were few and far between. Out of desperation, Zade decided to use her final silver bullet -- ""I'm thinking it would be better if Fem and I got an earlier flight back to London... like tomorrow...""
+Abs paused and took another long drag of her cigar. ""Do as you please - there are always plenty of women in the village who are more than happy to get our company.""
+Slowly, Zade began piecing the jigsaw puzzle together. ""...so you and Vana are screwing all the local women, and at the same time wondering why the locals have launched a full-on hate campaign against you?""
+Abs started to laugh. ""Zade, dear -- you shouldn't pass judgement on what you don't yet understand. It would be premature. Several hours premature, as a matter of fact.""
+Zade stared at her in confusion, and decided to leave the room before she said something she'd really regret.
+ **Chapter 4**
+As if to prove a point, Abstruse suggested that they went out for dinner that evening. Femininity and Nirvana had spent a considerable amount of time down in the cellar, and by the way Fem collapsed into bed a couple of hours later it was obvious that something energetic had taken place.
+Aroused by the direction her imagination was leading her, Zade had spent the afternoon writing her story. It hadn't been easy. Each word had come with a million and one associations, and the best part of her time had been spent daydreaming. These sounds and visions drifted in from both the past and what was yet to be. As far as solving the riddle of Abstruse and Nirvana went, she was floundering. But it still didn't stop her from planning out the day of role-playing she hoped to spend with her girlfriend.
+As they walked down the gloomy tree-lined path, Zade suddenly realised that the lightning had stopped, only to be replaced by a strong breeze. It was still bitterly cold, but at least things had more of an air of normality about them now.
+""Is it far?"" she asked, pulling the hood of her jacket up.
+""No, darling,"" replied Vana. ""Ten minutes at the most, and you'll get to see the new orphanage Abs is building.""
+""Abs is building an orphanage?""
+""Yes -- right over the brow of that hill."" Vana pointed to a shadowy construction site, and then put her arm proudly around Abstruse's shoulders.
+Zade tried desperately to catch Femininity's eye, but she was in a world of her own.
+""Fem!"" she whispered once Abs and Vana were several metres in front of them.
+Femininity looked at her, a blank expression on her face.
+""Did you hear that?""
+""Hear what?""
+""About the orphanage!""
+""Oh, that,"" replied Femininity flatly.
+""Well, don't you think that's weird?""
+""I suppose.""
+It was as much as Zade could do not to tear her hair out with frustration. What exactly had Vana been doing to her girlfriend down in that cellar? As a rule, something like this would have set both their alarm bells ringing, triggering a wave of excited discussion and ridiculous speculation. But this time Zade was on her own. Fem seemed to have gone into herself, and probably wouldn't have stirred had a nuclear warhead landed in front of her.
+""Just go with it, Zade,"" she murmured. ""It's a lot easier that way.""
+But when they caught up with Abs and Vana, the questions were overflowing.
+""Why do you need an orphanage in a place like this?"" asked Zade. ""It's tiny. There can't be more than about six hundred people living here, and it's not as though we're near any big towns or cities.""
+There was a long silence before Nirvana chose to answer her -- ""Things are different here. People aren't so ready to take in relatives' children. It's a superstitious thing.""
+""How do you mean, 'superstitious'?""
+""Superstitious as in they believe it's bad luck to adopt the child of a deceased family member.""
+""Why?""
+""They believe that the connection will attract bad spirits to their house,"" replied Vana in a matter-of-fact tone.
+Zade shook her head in disbelief. ""And you're trying to tell me you think that's normal?""
+""I'm not trying to tell you anything at all, Darling. It's just the way things are around here.""
+""Wouldn't it be cheaper and better in the long-run to fund some kind of advertising campaign to make people see sense?""
+""No.""
+Zade closed her mouth and fell silent. Where was Fem when she needed her? Desperately, she decided to approach things from a different angle -- ""So how come so many parents are dying?""
+""ENOUGH!"" snapped Abstruse, her dark overcoat sweeping around her as she spun round with a glare across her face. ""Sometimes, Zade,"" she observed. ""You ask way too many questions.""
+It was probably the worst thing she could have said to Zade, because as they entered the village about half a dozen more sprang to mind. The streets were quaint and probably hadn't changed much since medieval times. Hanging baskets were outside most of the buildings, but what was in them, had been all but swept away by the rain. Windows were boarded, in some places with shutters, but in others by crude wood planks. There wasn't a soul in sight, and as the women passed through their voices echoed.
+""So where is everyone?"" asked Zade, unable to contain herself any longer.
+""They're a bunch of superstitious lunatics,"" replied Abstruse.
+""Great. That explains it. In fact that seems to be the standard explanation for most things around here.""
+""But don't you know what day it is?"" cut in Vana.
+""22nd April.""
+""But do you know what day it is?""
+Zade shrugged and shook her head.
+Vana smiled and suddenly her voice became warm and engaging - ""It is the eve of St George's Day. Do you not know that tonight, when the clock strikes midnight, all the evil things in the world will have full sway? It's a passage from Bram Stoker's Dracula, Sweet.""
+""So we should bargain on a lot of garlic on the menu tonight then?""
+""Not if you're planning on sharing a bed with me,"" commented Femininity, and slowly the ice melted.
+ **Chapter 5**
+When they got to the restaurant, Zade noticed how her girlfriend's eyes were a lot brighter than usual. She gave her hand a quick squeeze, and was shocked at how cold it was.
+""Babe, you're not coming down with something, are you?"" she asked, genuinely concerned.
+Fem shook her head.
+""Good, cos I wouldn't want to imagine what kind of witch doctor cures they prescribe around here. You'd probably end up having leaches put on your nipples or something!""
+Zade waited for a giggle, or at least a razor-edged comeback, but there was nothing.
+Abs put her hand on the door handle and led them all inside. It was an old- fashioned place with a roaring log fire and stuffed animal heads mounted on the walls. Like the rest of the village, it was completely empty, apart from a bearded middle-aged man who was in the process of polishing some silverware.
+Upon noticing the four women, he leapt back and an expression bordering on fear and rage crossed his face.
+""No!"" he roared. ""You are not welcome here!""
+Abs didn't move a muscle. She was smiling, yet her eyes were burning into the proprietor.
+""Now, now, Emile,"" she chided in a smooth voice. ""That's hardly the way to treat your only customers of the evening is it?""
+""You!"" he spluttered as he jabbed a trembling finger in Abs' direction. ""You keep away from my daughter! I am warning you!""
+The American woman laughed and swatted the finger away from her as though it were a fly. ""Just give us some menus, please, Emile. And try and remember that your daughter is a living person, not a commodity. You can't keep her locked up forever, you know. Sooner or later she's going to discover that there's a lot more to life than following a man's orders...""
+The kitchen door opened a fraction, and out stepped Marianne, her skin ashen at the unexpected appearance of her ex-employer.
+""Marianne! ""Reviens à l'intérieur immédiatement!"" shouted Emile, but Marianne was too busy gazing at Vana.
+""Marianne, je suis ton père! ""Écoutes-moi.""""
+Abs suddenly leaned forward to whisper something in Emile's ear. As she did so, she drew a long, scarlet fingernail across the skin on his neck, leaving an angry mark. Emile became quiet, and his eyes widened.
+Zade struggled to hear what was being said, but was soon distracted by what was taking place between the maid and Nirvana. There was no misinterpreting the sparkle in her friend's eye. She'd seen it dozens of times before - the blonde seductress was drawing the young woman in, undressing her with her eyes and breathing wordless promises of sexual ecstasy with her lips. Marianne didn't stand a chance.
+Emile shook his head in confusion, and started backing out of the room. When he reached the door, though, he stopped and turned round one final time. ""If she is harmed..."" he began, a tremor of hysteria in his voice, ""Then... may God help you!""
+""No disrespect, Emile, but I think God gave up on us a long time ago,"" replied Abstruse.
+Emile thumped his fist against the wood of the door. ""It is not just me!"" he snarled, flecks of spit flying from the corners of his mouth. ""There are others, and if you do not leave our women alone, we will all see to it that your castle is your coffin!""
+He did his best to maintain eye-contact with Abstruse, but her gaze was too intense. It was a matter of seconds before he made his hasty departure, leaving the door rattling in its hinges, and an uneasy quiet filling the room.
+""Well, in all fairness to him I don't remember seeing any rainbow flag outside..."" ventured Zade, but no one responded.
+They were taken to a table by Marianne, whose eyes still hadn't quite left Vana, and given some menus. Zade waited until she'd left before taking her chances with Abs again.
+""Out of interest... how many of the locals have you girls pulled since you've been here?""
+Abs and Vana exchanged smiles.
+""Enough,"" replied Abs. ""Never against anyone's will, though. It hasn't been necessary.""
+Deep in thought and a little disturbed by what she'd just witnessed, Zade absorbed herself in the menu. When Marianne returned, Vana ordered two bottles of red wine.
+""Is everyone ready to order?"" she asked, scrutinising the label on one of the bottles.
+They all were, but when it came to Femininity's turn, there was a surprise in store.
+""I'll have the steak -- rare, please.""
+Zade's jaw dropped in astonishment. ""But honey! You can't eat that! You're a vegetarian!
+""I can eat whatever I want.""
+""But it's going to be oozing with blood if you have it rare!""
+""That will be all, thank you, Marianne,"" said Abs, her eyes blazing into the waitress once again. Marianne froze for a second, and so did Zade. Abs' lips were redder than normal, and her breathing had become slow and shallow. Zade turned to Femininity to see if she'd noticed, but she was busy straightening the cutlery on the table and was still in a world of her own.
+The food was good, and after a glass of wine Zade decided it was the best she'd ever had. In a way it was comforting when she felt Fem's hand stroking her thigh under the table, and even more so when she felt her panties being pulled teasingly to one side. At least Fem's sex drive hadn't undergone any change, although to Zade's disappointment this was as far as things got.
+When Marianne returned at the end of the meal to take the plates, Abstruse's hand came to rest directly on her ass. The waitress looked terrified, but offered no resistance, and it wasn't long before the fingers of that hand were moving inwards, squeezing and caressing and measuring her reactions. Marianne's cheeks grew red and she made a hurried exit towards the kitchen. When she came back, however, Nirvana was waiting for her in the passageway.
+Zade watched in fascination as Vana did what she was best at. It was a casual pose -- her arm against the wall, her body leaning in towards the waitress, a quiet and disarming smile on her lips... She'd done it dozens of times before, and it showed. This was a woman who knew what she wanted, and defeat didn't cross her mind for a single second.
+Marianne shook her head, but Vana's smile was contagious. More significantly, the waitress was beginning to relax. Eventually, she looked up at Vana, nodded, and then walked back into the dining area.
+Without looking at the others, she headed straight towards Abstruse and began kissing her on the lips. Zade and Femininity looked on in wonder. It was a needy kiss that screamed out for so much more. Her tongue snaked into Abstruse's mouth, and was taken in readily. Through the heat and the passion, Zade could have sworn she saw a smile at the corner of Abstruse's lips, and when the waitress disappeared under the table, she realised why.
+Abs closed her eyes and allowed the tongue of this inexperienced French girl to whip her senses into a frenzy. Although powerful, her orgasm was controlled, and if she lost composure it was only for a fraction of a second.
+The waitress re-emerged, her face glistening with wetness, and Abs gave a contented sigh. ""I'll meet you back at the castle, ladies -- Nirvana and I have some business to attend to.""
+Nirvana, who'd taken a front row seat to watch the show, winked.
+ **Chapter 6**
+Femininity and Zade took a slightly different route back to the castle. The wine and the unexpected porn show had gone to Zade's head, and it was decided that the longer she spent out in the fresh air, the better.
+On their travels, they walked past a church. It was small and probably older than the village itself. There were no stained glass windows, but it compensated for this with ornate flying buttresses and stone gargoyles that seemed to leer at them from the brickwork. The two women had paused to admire them, but it wasn't long before they noticed that they weren't alone.
+A grave digger was at work, just outside the church wall, and by the appearance of things he'd been labouring for the best part of the night. Four deep trenches had been dug into the ground, the earth piled up around them as they awaited new inhabitants.
+It was clear that he had spotted the women long before they saw him. He was leaning on his spade, his breath smoky in the cool air as he glowered in their direction.
+""Hey..."" said Zade, at a loss what else to say.
+The man rubbed the stubble on his chin roughly, but made no response.
+""Come on, Zade,"" said Femininity. ""His English is probably about as good as your French, and it's starting to rain.""
+Zade shrugged and pulled a hat out of her pocket. She smiled at Fem, her gaze slightly unfocussed. ""Do you still get the urge to fuck whenever you see me in this hat?""
+Femininity smiled back -- ""Let's find out when we get back.""
+ **Chapter 7**
+By the time they reached the heavy oak door of the castle, the rain was becoming torrential. They were both soaked to the skin and more than willing to share a hot shower. Through the steam and the pounding water, they began to kiss, gently at first but growing in hunger by the second.
+Zade's soapy hands were sliding over her lover's body, feeling and appreciating every curve. Hook, line and sinker, she mused to herself as Femininity's kissing grew wilder and her hands also began to roam. She took hold of Zade's breasts, and in doing so pushed the younger woman firmly against the wall.
+It was a game that they often liked to play -- who would submit to the other one first -- and as Zade felt two fingers enter her, she realised that her confidence had been ill-founded. Femininity was fucking her hard inside the confines of the shower. Zade gasped as the fingers pounded into her again and again. It was a forceful intrusion, but her body was reacting with each powerful stroke that reached deeper inside her than she'd imagined possible.
+""Does that feel good, baby?"" asked Femininity, leaning forward to nip the skin on Zade's neck.
+Zade moaned in approval. She was way beyond the point of being able to form words. Fem had curled her fingers upward, pushing at a point that made Zade's sex gush with wetness. She could feel a colossal orgasm building up inside her, and the prospect of releasing it frightened her.
+""Come for me, Zade,"" murmured Fem beneath the roar of the water. Her lips were right up against Zade's hear, and each syllable made Zade's skin tingle. She was beginning to see stars, her legs growing unsteady underneath her.
+Femininity's thrusts were growing more uneven as Zade's muscles began to spasm. She came hard around her lover's fingers, losing her strength and falling forward into Fem's arms. They embraced for a few minutes without saying a word. Zade reached up and kissed Fem's lips.
+It was moments after this kiss that Zade noticed a red mark on her lover's neck. ""Holy shit!"" she exclaimed. ""Did Vana do that?""
+Femininity smiled, but said nothing.
+""Didn't that hurt?""
+""Truthfully? It pushed me over the edge and took me to a completely different place...""
+Zade shook her head in disbelief. ""You crazy bitches!"" Her tone suddenly changed -- ""Do you think Vana and Abs are going to be out long?""
+""Probably. Vana can keep going all night, and I can't imagine Abs being much different.""
+A dangerous gleam appeared in Zade's eyes. ""Let's get dry... and then let's get wet again.""
+Within minutes a new scene was unfolding in the castle, this time in a small stone-floored room with a baby grand in the centre. Femininity was leaning over it, her hands resting on the dark mahogany in front of her, bound together with restraints. Her eyes were blindfolded, and Zade was standing behind her, arms wrapped around her waist and fingers wandering, as she fucked her with a strap-on.
+Femininity's clit was already swollen when Zade's finger found it. It was a slow, deliberate fuck. Zade was building up a steady rhythm as she whispered obscenities in her girlfriend's ear.  
+""I know what you really want to see,"" she said breathlessly. ""You want to see me with Vana, licking each other... fucking... rubbing against each other naked..."" She started running her finger over Fem's clit. ""Touching each other -- just like this, with you watching... and tasting... how wet we get.""
+Fem suddenly exploded, and it was as much as Zade could do to keep her leaned over the piano as several waves of orgasm rippled through her body.
+""I love you,"" whispered Zade, and they soon retired to the bedroom, exhausted but blissfully happy.
+ **Chapter 8**
+They had only been asleep for a few hours when Frankie started growling from his basket. Femininity managed a sleepy 'shhh!', but for once Frankie wasn't listening. Zade stirred and listened. She could hear music. Piano music. It was drifting down the hallway, a Chopin prelude, expertly played.
+She listened for a while, then decided to get out of bed and investigate. Frankie followed, still growling in hushed tones, his tail between his legs. It was coming from the room that she and Fem had been in earlier that night, and as Zade approached it got louder. She put her hand on the door handle. She couldn't hear any voices, and couldn't remember hearing Abs and Vana coming back in. But that was nothing to go by. After a night of heavy lovemaking, Zade had been known to sleep through fire alarms and even an earthquake.
+As soon as she opened the door, however, the music stopped. The torches were still lit, but there was no one else in the room -- no one sitting at the piano, and no one to make up the audience for this beautiful performance.
+Zade paused. Had she been dreaming? She walked up to the piano and touched it. The keys were ice cold. No one had been in here. Maybe the old saying about being fucked senseless was true. She was obviously losing the plot somewhere along the line. And then she heard the front door creak open.
+Frankie suddenly erupted into a series of growls and barks, his fur standing up in a thick ridge along his back. He was snarling, which was something Zade had never witnessed in this placid creature.
+""What's up, Frankie?""
+Frankie grew tense as though he were about to lunge, and Zade snapped a hand around his collar. The alcohol hadn't quite worn off, though, and as Frankie sprang forward, she was caught off balance. She did her best to regain her footing once the dog bolted, but it was too late and she went flying into a small side table.
+There was a loud crash and the sound of breaking glass. Zade swore. Footsteps were approaching, and voices.
+""Zade?"" shouted Fem's alarmed voice in the distance.
+The clumsy blonde was just straightening herself up when the door opened and Abs and Vana entered the room.
+""What on earth --""The wind was knocked out of Vana as Frankie flung himself against her.
+""Frankie! Down!"" Fem appeared in the doorway suddenly wide awake, but Frankie was beyond the point of listening to her. His teeth bared, he decided to turn on Abs, but as soon as he got to within a metre of her, he stopped dead in his tracks. Whimpering, he put his tail between his legs and slunk out of the room.
+All eyes turned onto Zade.
+""Sorry..."" she mumbled, picking up some of the glass shards. ""I thought I heard something, then Frankie went nuts and I tripped..."" She glanced at the red liquid that had pooled on the floor. ""Is it wine? I'll clean it up.""
+Zade looked around vainly for some kind of cloth, but there was nothing in the room that wasn't white and didn't look expensive.
+""Leave it,"" said Abstruse sympathetically.
+""But won't it stain?""
+""Probably, but we'll deal with that in the morning. Right now, I'd like to enjoy the rest of the night with my beautiful woman in style. And besides -- you're bleeding.""
+Zade glanced down at a trickle of blood running down her wrist.
+""Shit.""
+Fem's eyes had a strange gleam to them as she moved quickly towards Zade. ""Let me be the good wife and kiss it better for you, Honey,""
+""No,"" said Vana quickly. The urgency in her voice made Fem freeze. ""Not yet. I will look at it. You need to get some sleep, Sweet. You look tired.""
+Fem stared at the ground. She was running her tongue over her teeth. Vana took Zade by the arm and led her away from the scene of destruction. Once the room was empty, Abstruse crouched down next to the shattered glass and ran a finger across the sticky red substance. It had been one of their finest vintages. Although the bottle had been priceless, what was inside meant significantly more to them.
+Slowly, she raised her finger to her lips and savoured what had been spilt. A shudder of pleasure ripped through her body as a metallic taste filled her mouth. She blinked once, and when she opened her eyes there was something different about them. She was alive -- more alive than she could ever remember feeling, and tonight that feeling would only grow.
+ **Chapter 9**
+By the time Zade got back to the room, Femininity was already sound asleep. Zade climbed in bed next to her, left a soft kiss on her forehead and tried to get some rest, but it wasn't easy. The rain was now a deluge and thunder had begun to rumble in the distance.
+She tossed and turned for a while, before sinking into a shallow and fitful sleep. She dreamed in technicolour of a dark forest, where the trees blocked out what little light there was. She was running through it, her chest tight with exertion. But stopping wasn't an option. Zade was running for her life, fork lightning flashing through the sky above her as her feet became heavy and waterlogged. Every now and then, splashes of mud flew into her face. Her skin was raw with the whips and scratches of branches, but the pain only spurred her on faster. Wolves were already snapping at her heels, and soon she realised that the dark, winged creatures were swooping down on her.
+Slowly, in almost a self-fulfilling prophecy, they were closing in on Zade, tearing at her hair and whispering unintelligible words. Zade's knees were becoming weak. She was losing the will. It didn't matter how fast she ran, they'd always catch up with her eventually. The blood pounded in her ears as all the sounds around her became muffled. Why put herself through any more of this when it could all be over in an instant?
+Somewhere in the distance, a scream tore through the forest. Zade gasped and suddenly sat up, a thin line of sweat across her brow. There were several seconds of blind panic while she registered her surroundings. She'd been sleeping. It was all a dream. Fem was still sleeping peacefully next to her, and the storm was still raging outside. But above it all hung a single spine- chilling note. The scream was still there. It was real, and whoever was producing it was experiencing the horror to end all horrors.
+Zade was out of bed in a flash, sprinting in the direction of the sound. It was only an echo now, but she chased it until it faded into nothing and all she could hear was the howling of the wind.
+Out in the hallway, the clock began to strike. Zade counted six, then another six. A boom of thunder tore through the sky above her, and then the clock struck again.
+Zade looked at her hand. The cut hadn't been terribly deep, but enough to require a bandage. Was it possible that she'd got some kind of blood poisoning from the broken glass? Her skin felt hot and clammy. Terrifying as they were, it was conceivable the nightmares might have been caused by some kind of fever. And the clock... Zade shook her head. Given the depth of the depth and ferocity of the thunder, it wasn't all that surprising that the clock had decided to thirteen. The reverberation had been so intense that she'd felt it through her feet. This was ridiculous. She was getting as superstitious and jumpy as the locals.
+She hovered for a while, not knowing what to do. There was no way she was going to get to sleep for quite some time. The torches had long since burnt out, and now the only thing breaking through the gloom was the strobe effect of the lightning. It wasn't even as though Abstruse had a television she could watch.
+Zade made her way to the lounge and curled up in one of the armchairs. She reached for a small box and set to work rolling a perfect cone-shaped joint. She felt calmer after a few tokes -- almost rational. But there was still something that was making her feel uneasy. Something was happening to the people around her. What it was, Zade couldn't quite put her finger on, but it bothered her more than words could say.
+Her eyes roamed the room. Abstruse's antique chest was still sitting on the table. Zade looked nervously over her shoulder, and made up her mind to open it again. What she saw made her realise that her unease wasn't so ill-founded after all. There was still a knife missing, but this time it was from a different position in the box. The one that was absent before had been returned, and as Zade looked more closely she noticed a streak of blood across the blade.
+Her heart started thumping again. She put her joint out in the ashtray and sprinted back towards the bedroom, terror in her heels.
+""Fem! Fem! Wake up!"" she said, shaking her lover vigorously by the shoulder. Fem groaned and peered at her through heavy eyes.
+""It's the knives!"" continued Zade. They're getting up to something with those knives, and I heard screaming in the house!""
+Femininity groaned again and let out an exasperated sigh. ""How much have you had to smoke, Zade? You're tripping out. Now for God's sake, get some sleep, woman. It's late and you're making me exhausted just listening to you."" She rolled over and pulled the pillow over her head.
+ **Chapter 10**
+Zade's heart sank. She knew what she'd seen and she knew what she'd heard, but she had no idea what to expected as she darted out of the room once more. If her girlfriend wouldn't listen to her, there was no other option but to make her own investigations. Frankie followed her as far as the end of the hallway, but then stopped, his eyes wide and his back legs quivering.
+""Fine!"" said Zade, her jaw stuck out in determination. ""So I'll be Scooby, and you can be Scrappy. Just wait here till I get back. And if I don't get back, learn how to do the Lassie thing and call 999.""
+Turning on her heel, Zade made her way to the master bedroom. The stone tiles were cold against her feet, but she was thankful for the stealth it afforded her. She was now right outside their room, shivering in a pair of grey sweats and an Ajax football shirt. It was still early by Nirvana's standards, and even if her lover were sleeping, she was bound to be awake. Confirming her suspicions, Zade saw candlelight flickering in the gap at the bottom of the door, and when she pressed her ear against the panel she heard gentle moans coming from within.
+Enough was enough. This was amounting to outright voyeurism, and of the pretty pathetic variety at that. Zade walked to the far window and pressed her forehead up against the glass. Femininity had a point -- she'd probably just smoked too much and was getting paranoid. A wave of annoyance spread through her. It was hardly as though there was anything else to do in this godforsaken place. That and fucking. It was true what they said about too much of a good thing -- she'd been left completely delusional.
+Zade started to relax again. And then something caught her eye. There were lights in the distance - lots of them, and they were getting closer. For the umpteenth time that night her heart started to race. The villagers. Their homophobia had finally got the better of them, and they were advancing on the castle. They were too far away for Zade to make out any voices, but in her imagination she heard angry shouts and jeers that bordered on hysteria.
+She ran back to Vana and Abstruse's bedroom, but paused before knocking. The moans had stopped, but there could be no telling what state she'd find them in if she opened the door. The adrenalin pumping, she took a deep breath and pressed her eye against the keyhole.
+What she saw was a tangle of arms and legs. Vana was on top of Abs, her unruly blonde curls cascading down her back as they rocked slowly against one another. Zade caught her breath. They looked beautiful together, and were completely and utterly lost in the moment. It was something Zade could relate to, as she suddenly lost awareness of all impending danger.
+A couple of brief words were exchanged between the two women, before Vana rolled over onto her back and Abstruse knelt to her side. Two fingers disappeared inside Vana and she moaned loudly, her hips rising up to meet them. They were soon joined by a third finger. Zade watched, her lips slightly parted, as Abs bent forward and began licking her lover -- slow swirling strokes that had Vana writhing beneath her.
+A fourth finger was added and accompanied by a cry of ecstasy. Abstruse was twisting her hand, caressing Vana deep inside and opening her up slowly. She said something in a low voice, and then her hand disappeared, right up to the wrist. It was as much as Zade could do not to cry out herself as she witnessed the perfect fisting.
+She was only awoken from her erotic trance by the feel of something wet running across her toes. She looked down, and froze. It looked like blood, trickling in a small stream underneath the doorway. Slowly, with her mind reeling, she looked through the keyhole once more. This time, however, her attention was diverted from the throes of ecstasy taking place on the bed, towards a pale arm lying on the floor. Zade couldn't see the body that was attached to it, but it was absolutely still. Lifeless.
+A sudden thrashing sound against the window diverted Zade's attention once again. She looked up to see an owl flapping its wings hard against the glass. It was screeching at her, its claws scratching at the glass and a wild looks in its eyes. She leapt backwards, catching her elbow on a nearby bookshelf as she did so.
+""Fuck!""
+An avalanche of books tumbled down from the shelves. Nearly all of them were hardbacks, and they exploded onto the floor around Zade, almost eclipsing the thunder. Panicking, she reached out to stop some of them, but in doing so, swiped a vase. For the second time that night, glass shattered around her.
+ **Chapter 11**
+The onslaught of books slowed down to almost nothing in seconds, but it was already far too late. There was no way Nirvana and Abstruse could have failed to notice a racket like that.
+Surrounded by something of a train wreck, Zade bent down and made an effort to pick up some of the books. There was a creak as the door suddenly swung open. Abstruse was standing behind it, dressed in a crimson robe, the candlelight casting strange shadows over her face as she watched Zade at work.
+""You're making rather a habit of this, Zade,"" she commented icily
+Zade looked up slowly, and felt her cheeks redden.
+""I know. I'm sorry... I just...""
+""Just thought you might watch me and Nirvana making love?"" Abstruse's blue eyes were piercing, and Zade couldn't bring herself to look at them.
+""No! It wasn't like that at all!""
+""Then how was it, Zade?"" asked Abs in a dangerously smooth voice.
+""I think the villagers are coming!"" blustered Zade. ""They've got torches, and it looks like there are a lot of them. We need to call the police, or something!""
+Abstruse laughed, but there was a cold edge to it. ""On what, Zade? You know as well as everyone else that there are no telephones in my home. And besides -- what makes you think the police would help? For all you know they could be right at the front of that little procession.""
+Zade glanced nervously towards the window. ""We have to do something!""
+""And what do you suggest we, do? Are you offering to go out there and take them all on single-handedly?""
+Zade was staring at the floor, her face still burning.
+""We live in a castle, Zade. Castles were built with one thing in mind -- defence. People have been trying to get into this castle for centuries, but none of them have ever succeeded. Was there anything else you wanted?""
+""No..."" replied Zade, shamefaced. ""I'll just finish my joint and go back to bed. I'm sorry if I disturbed you. I don't know what you were doing, but I'm sorry if I spoilt things.""
+""Except you do know what we were doing in there. You're a useless liar, Zade. I can see it in your eyes. You saw exactly what we were doing, and more to the point you enjoyed it.""
+""I guess I'll see you both in the morning...""
+""I think we need to have a little discussion now, don't you?"" asked Abstruse, in what was more of a command then a request. ""You should come in. It's cold in the hallway.""
+Zade followed her into the room, looking everywhere except where she knew the body was lying. The blood on her toes was still visible, although there was none to be seen on the floor. Vana was lying naked in bed, looking completely satisfied and at peace. She was gazing at Zade, a half-smile on her face.
+""Why don't you sit down, Sweet?"" she asked, gesturing to the area of mattress beside her. ""You look flustered.""
+Zade perched on the edge of a nearby chair, not allowing herself to relax for an instant. Her emotions were in a state of turmoil -- fear, arousal and disbelief blended together into a mindset that left her feeling numb.
+""Have some wine -- you'll feel better."" Nirvana rose from bed, completely naked. Their friendship was such that it was a sight Zade had seen dozens of times before, but that didn't make it any less breathtaking.
+Hours of yoga, jogging and gym sessions had left her with the kind of figure that just begged to be immortalised in a painting or sculpture. Zade followed her hourglass curves right up to her firm breasts, and watched her fluid movements across the room. She poured out a glass of deep burgundy wine and handed it over.
+Abstruse moved back to the bed and sprawled regally with her back resting against the headboard. She watched as Zade took a sip of the wine.
+""So how's your story coming along, Zade?"" she asked. ""You spent several hours on it this afternoon, didn't you? Do you have anything to show for it yet?""
+The effects of the wine were immediate, and Zade was becoming slightly woozy. The room had taken on a hazy glow, and things real and imaginary were swimming in and out of focus.
+""Not yet,"" she replied. ""I've got the basic plot -- just working on a few of the sex scenes.""
+""And you decided to seek some extra inspiration?"" asked Abs. ""Isn't it strange how sometimes reality weaves a far more erotic tale than our imagination could ever manage.""
+Zade leaned back in her chair. She wasn't feeling right
+""You should drink up, darling,"" observed Nirvana. ""You're overwhelmed with so much right now that you really need to let it all wash over you and relax...""
+""What percentage is this?"" asked Zade, giving up the fight against the waves of dizziness washing over her.
+""That is not important,"" replied Vana. The words were coming and going.
+""...?"" Abs' intonation rose, but Zade had no idea what she'd just said.
+The candles flickered as a cold breeze swept through the room, and suddenly everything turned black.
+ **Chapter 12**
+Zade's head was pounding and her throat was dry. She felt cold. Although that was nothing new in this building, the goosebumps rising across her skin alerted her to the fact that she was naked. She attempted to move, but her hands were tethered to the iron bed frame behind her head. And judging by the ache in her shoulders, she'd been in this position for quite some time.
+Slowly, she opened her eyes and allowed her surroundings to blur back into focus. She was back in the bed she shared with Femininity, but all the sheets had been stripped back, and the torches on the walls replaced with dozens and dozens of candles.  
+Opposite the bed she saw her three friends, candlelight flickering across their bare skin as soft moans filled the air. Zade closed her eyes and then opened them again. She definitely wasn't dreaming. Abstruse was in the process of kissing Femininity's neck, dragging her lips seductively up towards her ear, while Vana watched on, adding her fingers to the groping hands and bringing her lips down to Fem's nipples. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed that Zade was awake, but deliberately left it a while before wandering over.
+""How are you feeling, Sweet?"" she asked, running her fingers through Zade's soft hair.
+""What the hell's going on?""
+""Shhh!"" Vana raised a finger to Zade's lips. It was wet, and Zade instantly recognised the taste of her own girlfriend. She parted her lips and allowed the finger to enter her mouth. As she sucked on it, her mouth became filled with Fem's sweetness. It was a taste that never failed to drive her insane, and she took a deep, steadying breath.
+""Do you know what made your girlfriend so wet?"" continued Vana, moving her lips closer so that Zade felt every syllable against her ear -- ""It was the idea of seeing you and me... making love... enjoying each other's bodies... making each other wet... while she and Abs look on...""
+Zade turned her head aside as her mind raced. There had always been an unspoken sexual energy between her and Vana. Although Fem was comfortable sharing herself with all three women, it was something that Zade had never seriously dreamt of doing -- not because the attraction wasn't there, but because... She racked her brains. She couldn't give a reason why.
+Vana's fingers came to rest on her cheek, and turned her head slightly. She had moved her head even closer, and now her lips were almost touching Zade's. With a deep breath, she leaned forwards and began kissing the woman who, until now, had only been a friend. She had read the situation well. There was only a slight moment's hesitation before Zade was kissing her back, fighting against the restraints as the urge to pull this beautiful woman even closer overcame her
+Sensing the struggle of her new lover, Vana broke from the kiss.
+""Let me release your wrists... it's better this way."" She reached up and unfastened the restraints. ""Tonight I need to touch and be touched.""
+Zade moved her arms down slowly, and then wrapped them around Vana's waist. Somewhere in the shadows, she heard Femininity sigh. They kissed again, and this time the increased skin contact sent electricity down Zade's spine. She could feel Vana's nipples pressing firmly into her skin, and when she lifted her hips she felt a velvet wetness coming into contact with her own sex.
+They rolled around in that position for a while before Vana moved onto her side, so that her head was resting on the pillow next to Zade.
+""Are you ok with this?"" she asked somewhat needlessly.
+Zade nodded. ""As long as everyone else is.""
+""Enjoy it, baby."" Fem stepped forward so that she was bathed in a soft candlelit glow. Abstruse was right behind her, her long arms snaking around Fem's waist and fingers creeping between her legs. Femininity tipped her head back and moaned.
+Instinctively, Zade reached out towards one of Vana's breasts and gave it a gentle squeeze. She already loved the responsiveness of this woman's body. They kissed again, but this time the passion was unbridled. Zade slid her tongue into Vana's mouth, and almost immediately felt the hair at the back of her head being pulled backwards. She responded by dragging her nails down Vana's back, and enjoying the sensation of her shuddering in her arms.
+Fingers were already pushing their way between Zade's thighs. She was soaked with excitement, and got a thrill out of knowing that this would be blindingly obvious to everyone in the room. Her hand was resting on Vana's stomach when the first touch was made. She was being spread slowly open, a single finger trailing along the centre of her sex, spreading the wetness over her clit.
+Zade moaned loudly, and moved her hand lower to allow her fingers to do some exploring of their own. It blew her mind when she discovered that Nirvana, for years a forbidden wet dream, was just as aroused as she was. Zade found her swollen clit in an instant and began rubbing it gently. Vana was mirroring her movements, and soon the kissing faded into simple lip-to-lip contact, ragged breath against ragged breath as they brought each other off.
+Soon, both women were writhing at each other's finger tips. Zade could hear Femininity groaning as she watched the scene spiral out of all control. The constant stimulation was acting as a drug, as Zade became blind and deaf to the angry shouts from outside and flashes of lights as burning torches were flung against the windows. At one point she was sure she smelled smoke, but she was way beyond the point of caring about flames bursting out around her. There were already enough of those in the bed.
+""I think it's time now, ladies,"" said Abs quietly. Reluctantly Vana withdrew her fingers and persuaded Zade to do the same.
+""You've seen and heard a lot tonight, haven't you, Zade?"" she continued. ""A lot of things that you'll never quite be able to get your head around, because you prefer to mistrust your own judgement and just look for the good in people -- which is a noble sentiment. But it also means that you never get to understand the real person. Do you know who we are, Zade?""
+Zade turned towards Fem and then Vana, but there was a faraway look on their faces as they went out of their way to avoid eye-contact.
+""A bunch of rampant dykes?"" asked Zade.
+Abstruse laughed. ""You're not wrong there, but you're also stating the obvious. Come on! What happened to all your questions in the lounge this afternoon? Have they vanished from your consciousness along with the good-wife principles?""
+""So..."" Zade hesitated before saying the words. ""Are you trying to tell me that I'm not going crazy and that everything I've witnessed tonight did actually happen?""
+""It happened, baby,"" said Fem. ""Things are very different now. We want them to be different for you, too.""
+""What are you trying to say?"" asked Zade, breaking out into another sweat.
+Abs sat on the edge of the bed, one arm behind her back. ""They say that curiosity killed the cat, Zade. What they forgot to mention was the part about eternal life. Times like this you always wish it could stay this way forever, don't you?"" For the first time that day there was a note of genuine warmth to her voice. ""That you won't start getting old and losing your enthusiasm and drifting apart. That you'll always feel this energy, the joy of loving and being loved by other women. And it can be that way.""
+She stopped, and Zade hardly dared to breathe.
+""It's all so easy, Zade. You only have to trust us and allow us to make you one of us. It can be like this forever. You just need to learn to let go.""
+She moved her arm around, and Zade caught sight of one of the knives. It seemed to sparkle even more under this light, and was being brought towards them. Zade watched on in horror as it hovered above a place on Vana's shoulder, and then scored a deep crimson line across the skin.
+""You know what you need to do, Zade,"" murmured Femininity, who'd now moved to the other edge of the bed. ""You know exactly what we are, and what you'll be if you trust your instincts. You're more perceptive than you think. It's not wrong to want this...""
+Her voice trailed off as Zade moved on top of Vana and brought her lips to her shoulder. She ran her tongue along the cut and caught her breath as she tasted fresh blood. Vana pulled her head in closer so that her lips were directly on top of the wound, and soon Zade started losing herself in the craziness of the moment.
+""Sixty-nine with me?"" asked Vana slowly. Zade moved her head up and turned around so that she had one knee either side of Vana's head. She looked first at Abstruse, and then at Femininity before leaning down and plunging her tongue inside Vana.
+Again, they mirrored each other's movements, but the intimacy of the position added fuel to their flames, and it wasn't long before both of them were nearing orgasm.
+""Now, Fem,"" Zade heard Abs say from what felt like another dimension. Femininity's face suddenly appeared next to Vana's thigh. She dragged her tongue across it, before finding Zade's lips and beginning to kiss her.
+In the meantime, Vana's tongue was showing now sign of slowing. Having two women kissing each other just inches away from her sex was the ultimate turn on, and as she squeezed Zade's clit with her teeth, Vana realised just how close she was to bringing this woman over the edge.
+""Just trust me,"" breathed Fem into Zade's lips. ""Everything'll be more than ok in a minute.""
+All Zade could do was moan back as Vana tongue plunged inside her. It proved to be the sensation that drove her over the edge. Her body arched as Fem's teeth found her neck, the combination of pain and pleasure blowing her mind completely. Time became meaningless as the orgasm and its aftershocks tore through her body. Fem's teeth were sinking deeper now her neck, draining her mortality until she was left with only the sensation of coming harder than she'd ever come before.
+ **Chapter 13**
+The final bolt of lightning streaked across the sky outside. Dawn was breaking and lifting the darkness like the lid of a giant cauldron. The villagers had long since given up and gone home. It was a scene that had been repeating itself, not just for years, but for centuries.
+Slowly the winds were dying down, and the rain fading back to a drizzle. The curtains of the bedroom remained drawn, even when the sun rose for the first time in weeks over Lake Geneva.
+As the four women slept, an unearthly stillness filled the room. None of them stirred. There was no need to keep a normal schedule anymore. After the exertions of the night, this was the time they needed to recharge their batteries and rest their tired bodies, because in another twelve hours darkness would fall once more."
+3,AH Fantasies Ch. 06,Skip1934a,Chain Stories,2007-02-17,2007-02-17,2022-01-08 03:46:04,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/ah-fantasies-ch-06,Falling's follies.,[''],4.0,"**Chapter 06: Falling's Follies**
+ _Author's note: This is a chapter in the chain story 'AH Fantasies'. All the characters are real persons, but their true identities are masked by an 'online' identity. This is a fantasy, and none of the events described actually happened. Perhaps someday they will. A special thanks to FallingToFly who took no offense with any part of the fantasy (thank the gods and goddesses of every universe), and a huge thank you to CopyCarver, whose editing made the story readable._
+Character list:
+Skip1934a (narrator) -- Duke of Stonybrook - Skip from Castle Stonybrook.
+FallingToFly -- Duchess Falling at Castle Carnalmount - ""Your Grace"" is a Duchess in her own right -- Duchess of Florafawn_
+Kiten-69 -- Lady Katrina from Castle Catabury - She is the daughter of Duke of Catabury
+Trombonus -- Lord Tromas from Castle Trombonus - He is the firstborn of Duke of Tromble
+RedHairedandFriendly -- Lady Crimson from Castle Redbloom - She is the daughter of Duke of Roseland
+Remec -- Lord Remec -- from Castle Rollingrock - Son of Duke of Remington
+Ungenderless- Lady Juliana from Castle Jewelnaught - Daughter of Duke of Uniquest
+DeathLynx -- Duke of Shadows - Linx from Castle Shadowland
+S-Des -- Duke of Desmond - Des from Castle Breezynook.
+BlackRose -- Lady Roseland from Castle Orange. Youngest daughter of Duke of Orange
+Crimson Maiden -- Lady Raven from Castle Ravenwulf - Daughter of Duke of Ravenwulf.
+Rgraham666 -- Duke of Graham -- Rob from Castle Crackers
+With cameo appearances by: Fem, Zade, Abs, Vana, DampPanties, minx, EL, cloudy, imp, fallen, trini, Rogue, Rachlou, Vella, Feee, inlovewithyourghost, SelenaKittyn, Sweetsubsarah, Sophia Jane, Nosferatuness, Matriarch, Minsue, Tom Collins, Mckenna, The Fool, Joe, SEVERUSMAX, Sal, slyc willie, curt, woody, and Neonurotic, and the proverbial one who got overlooked (this is YOU, if your name isn't in the list).
+*
+Circa 1507 (late Middle-Ages)
+We usually gather online at Falling's 'place in the middle of nowhere.' But this time was different. The lovely lady invited us all to her real home in north Florida. It was springtime, and the flowers were in full bloom, the azaleas were at their best, and the temperature was seasonal for north Florida. A bit warmer than most other places we could have met. But that was a good thing. We planned a lot of outdoor activities - swimming in the pool, riding horseback, grilling out, and a few others I'll get to later.
+I suggested we have a theme for the gathering, and proposed a medieval setting. Everyone agreed, so I Fed-exed chainmail to everyone so we'd all be in the proper attire. As a Knight in Shining Armor, I already had mine, of course. I just knew all the ladies would look spectacular in their chainmail bras and panties. Falling would furnish the mighty steeds from her stables.
+I went down early to help get everything set up. I took a large medieval tent with a little banner on top, inscribed with 'Falling's Follies.' I set it up in the front yard and found it was exactly the right size to fill the lawn. We'd use it as sleeping quarters for those that would not be able to find space inside the castle, er... I mean, the house. I lined the driveway with low rope stringers embellished with small banners announcing the destination to be Falling's Carnalmount Castle.
+We had a hog to slaughter for the ceremonial feast, which we would roast on a spit over an open fire. Falling had decorated the house to include medieval wares of various kinds, including a pair of full armor suits on mannequins guarding the entrance. So we were set for the gathering. Only a very few of us had ever met another of the group in the real world, so it would be a first time meeting for most.
+I know I was surprised at the diminutive size of 'Her Grace' when I first saw her. But what she lacked in physical size, she made up in heart, style, and gumption. She was a lovely sight to behold. Flowing blonde hair, green eyes that sparkled, a smile that would melt an iceberg, and a voice that would melt the heart of any man or woman. And her legs were as beautiful as her Maker could create. She had always claimed that she was lacking in breast and derriere, but I could find no fault whatsoever. A 'Maid Marian' to be sure. She spoke as eloquently as she writes. I was a bit uneasy at our first meeting, not knowing quite what to do. Should I hug her? Kiss her hand? Her cheek? In the spirit of the theme I reached for her hand, bringing it to my lips for a soft kiss.
+""I am at your service, Your Grace.""
+""Why thank you, kind sir. Please come in."" She hugged me and ushered me in, offering a seat and then a drink. We made small talk for a few minutes. Then I mentioned that I should set up the tent and streamers to add to the festive ambience we hoped to achieve.
+It took a while to get the tent set up and the driveway lined with the welcome streamers, but it was finally done, and if I may say so, it looked authentic. Author's note: I have no idea what looks authentic. I just said that to make the story sound realistic.
+While I was setting up the tent, Duchess Falling was busy getting the pool ready, putting the finishing touches on the stables and marking the riding paths. Finally, all was ready. And just in time. No sooner had we taken a break for light refreshment, when the floodgates opened, and the guests began pouring in. Another stupid author's note: I know 'floodgates' doesn't fit the scenario, but I couldn't thing of a cliché that fit. If you don't like it, write your own damn fantasy.
+The guests arrived in such rapid succession I can't remember who was first or last, or anywhere in between. Does it matter? If it does to you, you should have been here sooner so you could keep track. All I remember is that one of Duchess Falling's peons, who was appointed the duty, started announcing the arrivals of all the dignitaries (nobles, if you will). Everyone was directed to the pool behind the castle (Yeah, castle. This is a fantasy, remember?) Beside the pool were tables filled to overflowing with finger food, modern-day junk food, and a full bar. A very full bar. Another author's note: This is a non-erotic story, but there will be some mention of sex as we go along. Just bear with me, okay?
+Sometime in the late afternoon, after everyone had had way too much to drink, (no, this is not the sex part. Don't be so impatient.) all the ladies were giggling and all the gentlemen (yes, gentlemen -- this IS a fantasy) were four sheets to the wind (another misplaced cliché, three is the norm, but we were drunker than that), things began to get a bit racy. The ladies had all changed from their travel wear to chainmail bikinis, and the gentlemen (see note above) were wearing chainmail as well. As you might expect, soon ladies were being tossed into the pool without regard to their individual abilities to swim. Have any of you ever tried to swim wearing chainmail? Ladies (damsels in distress) were beginning to yell for help, and all the gentlemen (see note above) rushed to the rescue.
+As you might expect, everyone being drumbk and all, there was a lot of groping, cuddling, molesting and (add your own favorite sexual reference here) going on. Then people started pairing off, dispersing to various places around the grounds. I remember seeing Duke Desmond carrying Lady Katrina toward the stables. I suspected they wanted to choose their steeds for the riding scheduled for the next day. Don't you? I was so engrossed in watching them that I failed to notice many of the other pairings. Author's note: If you are a character in this story, use your imagination for selecting who you were with. I'm not about to choose for you. But I will tally the group. Besides Duke Desmond and Lady Katrina, there were, in no ranking of importance, Skip (narrator) -- Duke of Stonybrook, Falling -- Duchess Falling, Trom -- Lord Tromas from castle Trombonus, Red -- Lady Crimson from castle Redbloom, Remec -- Lord Remec -- from castle Rollingrock, Ungie- Lady Juliana from castle Jewelnaught, Deathlynx- Duke of Shadows, Rose -- Lady Roseland from castle Orange, and MagicaPractica- Lady Magina from castle Mystique, and rgraham666 -- Duke of Graham from Castle Grackers. Six gentlemen, six ladies. Convenient, huh? (Author's note: If you don't find yourself listed here, and wanted to be included, just pick one of the characters you don't know very well, and kick them over in a corner and take their place. E-mail me your ID. Best I can do.)
+Somebody grabbed my hand and led me to the stables as well. We, too, would choose our mounts for the next day, I supposed. We were the last to arrive, and when we entered, I could see nothing but bare bodies entwined in a hopeless mass. Chainmail was scattered in disarray all over the interior of the stables. There was licking, pouncing, pounding, sucking, and molesting of every nature legal during the Middle Ages underway. I think I might have been involved in my first ever orgy. (This is a reference to sex, for all those who were waiting.)
+Can't say it wasn't fun. I think everybody there fucked everybody else there who would let them. We all ended up sleeping through the night on the stable floor. Nobody even thought about the tent I had set up on the front lawn. All that planning and work for naught. Some of Duchess Falling's peons woke us when breakfast was ready. After a quick lap in the heated pool (sure they had heated pools in the Middle Ages-- heated by warm springs), everyone enjoyed a wonderful, hearty breakfast. All the ladies then retired to within the castle to prepare themselves for the day. It took a hell of a long time, too, I might add. I think there may have been some hanky-panky going on in there. (Author's note: This is still another oblique reference to sex, for those who are still looking for it.)
+Finally the ladies emerged from the castle, faces blushed, and bosoms lifted high in their riding attire. Her Grace, Falling, led us to the stables where peons had readied all the steeds for the (now early afternoon) excursion. Since this is a fantasy, everyone was an excellent rider. (Author's note: In real life my riding experience has been such that the damn horse went wherever it wanted, and I hung on for dear life.) I made certain that the pig was roasting over a hot bed of medieval charcoal, and we were off. Fortunately we remembered to bring a few Middle Ages sandwiches and ale with us. As you might expect, ale from the middle-ages was quite well fermented. The sandwiches? Well, the bread was a bit stale, and the lunchmeat and tomatoes dried out a little, but the salt was holding up nicely.
+We had a jolly good time, except for one little mishap. Not to worry. Everything turned out well. Lady Julianna's mount, frightened by a child's plastic snake placed by some malicious kid right on the path we were on, bolted, and were it not for the marvelous equestrian skills of Her Grace, Falling, who rescued the lady by racing cross-country to close the gap between the two steeds and bringing the runaway to a halt, it might have been an unhappy excursion. I would have given chase myself, but even in this fantasy, I remembered my real life experiences with horses and thought better of it. Lady Julianna seemed a bit uneasy, so we all dismounted and cuddled her back to calm. Stroking her in certain places seemed to give her the treatment needed to bring her off -- er - back to normal. Her level of excitement did seem to go out of control a time or two, but finally all was well. Soon dusk was approaching and we all agreed that the feast that awaited us beckoned us back to the castle.
+As we started back, I noticed a large private bus moving slowly along the road adjacent to the property. When we finally got back to the castle, we dismounted and castle staff led our mounts to the stable to be put to bed for the night. We made our way as a group to the pool area, and what we found surprised us. There was the bus I had seen, now parked in the drive leading to the castle, and the pool area was overflowing with people. Looked like maybe forty, plus or minus a few. I only recognized some of them, but some of those in our group seemed to recognize others as well. It turned out to be a busload of people from the Author's Hangout at Literotica. The group was traveling the country, crashing every gathering they came upon. The castle staff had entertained and served them well, and they seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely. There were greetings and introductions all around, and as soon as introductions were made, it was obvious who they were. Some had come a very long way to be here, even a few from overseas.
+One group, over near the bar included Fem, Zade, Abs, Vana, DampPanties, minx (who I had proofed a story for at Literotica), EL, cloudy, imp, fallen, trini, Rogue, Rachlou, and Vella. Looked to me like a hen party of the highest order.
+Another group was near the spit with our roasted pig. That group had Feee, inlovewithyourghost, SelenaKittyn, Sweetsubsarah, Sophia Jane, Nosferatuness, Matriarch, Minsu, Tom Collins, and Mckenna. They all had drinks in their hands, and were sniffing the pig as if they wanted to devour it.
+Then over at the far end of the pool was the last group. All men, and all watching a football game on television. Author's note: Television was in it's infancy during the middle ages, but Her Grace had the latest model Muntz available, in big screen -- 8 inches. I discovered the names for all the guys, and they'll lynch me if I leave any of them out. So there was The Fool, Joe, Rob, SEVERUSMAX (he shouts a lot, I guess 'cause his name is all caps), Sal, slyc willie, curt, woody (is there an innuendo there somewhere?), and Neonurotic,
+Author's note: If anybody is missing, I live on 1st street, in the capitol of Zimbabwe. Everybody there knows me. You can complain in person when you find me there.
+As luck would have it, the football game ended just as the foreman of the castle staff announced that the gourmet pink pig was ready to serve. The Crusaders beat the crap out of the Seljuk's in the ballgame, 296 to minus 190. People rushed to the serving line and a few were trampled, but no serious damage was reported. The castle staff had wisely erected makeshift picnic tables (read gluttony stations) to seat everyone, and the meal was a boisterous success. To use a medieval cliché, everybody pigged out. Author's note: That term was actually first used at a nobleman's feast in the South of Gaul, when people really had gall.
+As the meal drew to an end, people started forming small groups, from pairs up to six or seven to a group, and wandering off around the castle grounds, clothing dropping wherever it was discarded along the way. The castle staff had a hell of a time cataloging it all, by owner, for return at a later time.
+Author's disclaimer: Don't ask me who was in which group. I'm not dumb enough to try to group any of this crowd with any others. All I can say is that if you ended up in the wrong crowd it's your own damn fault. And if you found yourself in no group at all, go take a shower and get rid of your B.O. There's an ample supply of frankincense and Liz Taylor Passion in each shower stall. (Yes, I believe Liz was around during the middle ages. She was on her 126th husband about then.)
+The next morning the castle staff served a scrumptious breakfast, and the busload of guests slowly gathered what they could find of their belongings and headed for the tour bus. There were hugs and kisses all around, and gracious words of thanks for the wonderful evening and the marvelous breakfast. Castle staff loaded the unclaimed belongings in the cargo bay of the bus to be sorted and distributed later.
+The nobility took refuge in the pool area to relax and tell tales of their weekend that would soon be coming to an end. From time to time a pair or small group would wander off, only to return later with clothing in disarray and makeup smudged or on the wrong lips. I looked for the television set that had been at the end of the pool the day before, but there was no sign of it anywhere. I inquired of the castle staff and they told me they had not seen such a contraption in their entire lives. Author's note: I hate being lied to, don't you? I knew damn well there had been one the previous day.
+Oh, well. Maybe it will turn up somewhere, sometime. We all ate a light lunch, and the gentlemen helped me strike the tent and load it into my transportation. Falling wanted to keep the driveway streamers as a memento of the occasion, so they were placed in the stable. About mid-afternoon we all took a stroll around the grounds, solidifying our friendships. Author's note: If there was any sex for you sex-thirsty perverts to read about, I didn't see any, unless you count the kissing, groping, and fondling.
+We made it back to the castle just as the staff trumpeter was sounding a fanfare announcing the readiness of the evening banquet. I think it may have just been a dinner bell, but this IS a fantasy, so just go with me on the trumpeter thing, okay?
+The banquet was the real deal. A myriad of toasts preceded the seven courses with wine appropriate for each, and desserts to die for. I shouldn't say this, but I did see a little hanky-panky during the meal. No, I'm not going to describe it. Author's note: Here's your chance to have a little fantasy within a fantasy. Imagine the hanky-panky of your choice with the noble(s) of your choice.
+As the evening wore down, I found myself in close proximity to Her Grace, and she invited me to join her for a nightcap. We went inside and one nightcap led to another, and soon I was feeling no pain. My eyes began to droop, and maybe what I saw was a dream. Her Grace was on a couch with a young man, and they were talking softly, and drinking vodka. As they continued to talk, their speech became a bit slurred, and then I saw them begin to remove the other's clothing. In only a few minutes they were coupling right before my eyes, kissing, groping, fondling, and then fucking. Hard. Her Grace was moaning, and words I couldn't quite understand came from deep in her throat. She shifted, rising to the back of the couch, and the young man followed, re-inserting, then stroking faster, faster, faster. He was holding her hips to gain deeper penetration, and then in mid-stoke the couch toppled over, dumping the couple onto the carpet, still engaged. The young man reached for anything to stop the fall, and pulled the fish tank over, cracking as it hit the carpet, spilling small fish onto the carpet. Her Grace seemed to have struck her head on a coffee table behind the couch, and I saw some slight bleeding from her scalp, but it quickly stopped.
+I woke early the next morning. We were to wrap up the festivities. I was lying naked, face down, on the patio. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was an empty vodka bottle just out of reach at my fingertips. I glanced to my left as I rose up on my arms, and saw Her Grace conked out, naked, not two feet away. There was another vodka bottle, empty as the other, in her right hand. I tried to figure out why we were there. Then a memory of what I thought was a dream came wandering into my head. I slowly came to my feet and I turned to look into the den just inside the patio doors. The room was a wreck. The couch was overturned, an end table was on its side, the fish tank was busted, with a vodka bottle stuck through the glass, and little dead fish were scattered over the wet carpet. Another empty bottle lay on the carpet next to the fallen fish tank. I remembered seeing a young man, but there was no evidence of him now.
+Her Grace woke then, and seemed confused as well. When she stood and looked into the den, she broke into peals of laughter. When she finally stopped laughing, she put her arm around my waist and said, ""I guess it wasn't a dream. Let's go get cleaned up. We have breakfast to put out.""  
+When I returned to the den after showering and dressing, I was stunned to find the room back in perfect order. The couch, end table, fish tank, and carpet were as they were the very first time I saw them three days before. The fish were swimming merrily in the tank, the carpet not wet with water spilled from the tank. I glanced to the patio and didn't see the two vodka bottles, and there were four empty vodka bottles on the end table. Her Grace came in moments after I did, and said, ""Let's get the breakfast out, shall we?"" No mention of the condition of the den. As she picked up the four empty bottles she said, ""We probably should get rid of the evidence of any debauchery."" So, it was a dream after all. Or was it? Maybe a fantasy?"
+4,AH Fantasies Ch. 09,The_Darkness,Chain Stories,2007-03-21,2007-03-21,2022-01-08 03:46:06,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/ah-fantasies-ch-09,There's nothing like unwinding with friends after a long day,"['Author', 'Bar', 'Exhibitionism', 'Hangout', 'Voyeur', 'Writers']",4.43,"**Chapter 09: Scarlett's**
+I had had just about all of work I could take. The normal order of things had been falling down around me all day, and the call of the coming three day weekend was just too strong. ""Fuck it,"" I said in a half-whisper to no one in particular. I looked up at the clock and it was only one in the afternoon; I'd just been back from dinner for half-an-hour. I shook my head, turned off my computer and grabbed my coat. My boss saw me walking past his office and he cleared his throat.
+""Sorry man,"" I said, pulling my arms through the sleeves. Ordinarily I'd have gone without the jacket, but it was Spring and there were storms popping up without notice in this part of the world. ""I gotta get the hell out of here or I'm gonna bury someone in the footing of the new building,"" I said without remorse, hitching a thumb in the general direction of the brand-new factory our company was building across the parking lot from our current one. I got what we call ""The Eyebrow of Disbelief"" in the place of a ""Oh hell no; you didn't just say that.""
+""I gotta,"" I said, shaking my head. ""My 40 hours are already in and I'm out. Have a good weekend and I'll see you Tuesday, man."" He shook his head and grunted something that passed for a ""Thank you for your thoughts, and you are in mine as well. Please feel free to leave early and enjoy your weekend."" Though, in retrospect it sounded a lot more like ""lazy little bitch.""
+Work was regressing from my mind with every step toward the door. The workers were no longer Gladys, Sara, and Casey. They were tight asses and heaving chests encased in cloth. They weren't factory workers. They were obsessions, with barely-noticeable nipples drawing my eyes up from their shapely thighs and hips. They had ceased to be my co-workers and underlings. They had simply become blondes, brunettes, redheads, and that sultry, sexy little Asian girl.
+I damn near walked into the door instead of through it. I hit the handle quickly to avoid looking like a complete ass and the fresh air hit me like a sack of hammers. Goddamn did it feel good to be out of work early on a Friday for the first time in more than three months. Experience had taught me that there's only one place to go when it's Friday, you've got some cash in your pocket, and you're in the mood to drool over the scenery: Scarlet's.
+The bar was on the third floor of a building downtown. I don't know what sadistic fuck decided that was a good idea, but I know that since Scarlet snatched it up a couple years ago, the place had a booming base of regulars, and in the college town full of young professionals, there was any persuasion of meat on display in the huge bar. It had gone from a third rate dive to one of the best bars I've been to in my life; having grown up in what was the essential party town in the Midwest, I'd like to think I'd experienced some good ones.
+I was there before I knew what was really happening. My brain was on auto pilot and my eyes were soaking in the sights in the cars beside me. More than one of the girls in their Daddy's cars made me lick my lips to keep from drooling, but most of them were a little young; hell, some of them weren't even legal, but it's never illegal to look.
+My car found an assortment of empty spots downtown, so I took a close one. I planned on being at the bar for the next 12 or 14 hours, so I figured, the closer I park, the easier it'll be when I try to find the car when I was ready to leave. The staircase, once dark and narrow, had become well lit and narrow. Street signs, old neon signs, and various vendor posters hung on the climb up to Scarlet's, but the improvement in scenery from a few years back didn't mean that the climb still wasn't steep as shit. At least Scarlet had had the common sense to install some brass hand rails for the climb.
+The place was not as dead as I'd expected it to be. Scarlet was behind the bar, looking like she just showed up and she'd probably be running the bar all night. She gave me a cross look when I came in. Her hands went to her hips, her bright blue eyes sparkling darkly. Her head shook and a loose coil of her curly crimson hair shook out from behind her ear.
+""Dark, damn it. No fights tonight, all right?"" she said sternly. A couple of the regulars at the bar both threw looks and then nods in my direction as they smoked fondled their cigars and went back to their discussion. My hands turned palm-up in front of me and an innocent, sheepish grin crossed my face.
+""What?"" I half-whined. My hands moved, most of my knuckles cracking as they traveled to find their places on my hips. ""That guy hit me, remember?""
+""Yeah, I remember,"" Scarlet said, rolling her eyes. ""I remember you fiddling with his girlfriend all night, too. You had it coming,""
+""Well, I just figured if he wasn't taking care of her...and besides, what happened to self-defense?""
+""HE WAS HALF YOUR FUCKING SIZE!"" Scarlet said, apparently a little louder than she had meant to, she licked her lips and looked down, her hand ambient wiping the bar in front of her.
+""Okay, I promise I'll play nice,"" I said. ""Tonight,"" I qualified after a short pause. Scarlet shook her head and a smile wrapped around her lips, her gorgeous hair shaking with her movement.
+""Jesus Christ, just don't break anything tonight, hon.""
+""Promise,"" I said, sitting down in front of her. Even with the interior of the U-shaped bar being nine inches taller than the floor, I was still looking her in her gorgeous sapphire pools.
+""What will you have today then?"" she asked.
+""Well, I figure I'm gonna go reset the high score on my game again, so nothing that'll get me too sloppy. Bombay and Tonic sounds about right,"" I said, leaning back. My eyes drifted down her creamy neck to her ample bosom and it's canyon-like cleavage that was almost constantly on display. She had on a tight red lace top today, and I was pretty sure she was trussed up in a corset or something under it. She must have nodded, I caught that stray strand of hair bobbing out of the corner of my eye as she turned. I got a good look at her ass as she got a glass, two lime slices from the fridge, and the Bombay Sapphire from the top shelf. She mixed it perfect, as always, and before she turned I had fished a ten out of my back pocket and had it sitting on the bar. A well manicured, dark crimson tipped set of finger nails pulled the bill off the lacquered wood and she put it in the till.
+""Change today?"" she said, knowing full well that it was all hers.
+""You know better,"" I said, nodding to her as I stood up.
+""Fool, Abs,"" I said nodding again as I walked past the two at the bar. Fool, one of the bars greatest poets and the most regular of the regulars waved at me as I walked by, not stopping the dialog he was engaged in with the sexy brunette who was in mid-drag from her thick cigar. She nodded to me, and pulled the thick brown stub from her mouth just long enough to blow a smoke ring past me as I made it back to my haven: the game room.
+The normally quiet air began to be parted by simulated gunshots and bright flashes as I wandered my path back to my electronic Mecca. My ears knew the sounds too well. Someone was playing my game, and I had a good idea of who it was. I leaned against the heavy wood of the open doorway, drink in hand, and took in the site of Scarlet's friend from down South. She'd been in and out fairly regularly; I'd talked with her here and there. She went by the name of Crimson and she was staying up in this part of the country until summer; waiting out the weird weather we'd been having all winter long. Normally her kids were at day care and she was helping Scarlet get the bar straightened up for the night rush. From my angle, her normally busy self was shifting her weight and blasting away at aliens with the fake hand gun. I kept my eyes glued on her fine ass, clad in a pair of slightly loose jeans. I waited for the game to come to a slow spot and cleared my throat loudly.
+""Fuck!"" she said, nearly jumping out of her skin. ""Gave me a fucking heart attack!"" she said, her drawl making the profanity sound sweet, sultry, and definitely arousing. I smiled my Cheshire cat grin and saluted her with my G&T. The cool glass met my lips and the self-medication began. I nodded to her and shifted my eyes to the video game screen behind her. She whipped around and started plugging away at the aliens, barrels, and anything else explosive.
+""Nice to see you, too,"" I said after swallowing. I licked my lips as I took in her shape, my eyes undressing her from the top of her head to her sneaker-clad feet. I wasn't lying; I could stare at that body all day, fantasizing and imagining. I managed to divert my eyes back to the game over her shoulder. ""Hey, shoot that green thingy in the upper right-hand corner,"" I said softly, the ice clinking in my glass as it met my lips again a second later. She did and the screen faded to black, a ""Secret Zone"" full of power ups and extra points appearing.
+""Thank you,"" she said, her trigger finger making the game thunder and echo with the sound of gunfire in the small room. ""Played this game before?"" she asked, her head turning so her eye could catch mine for a second before returning to the game. I laughed a little bit. She went back to concentrating on the game, I went back to undressing her with my eyes, trying to figure out what kind of panties she may or may not have been wearing. The game ended all- to-soon, but not before my mind let me practically feel her warm flesh under my hands as I imagined running one up under her shirt and the other checking the question burning in my mind. Crim scored well enough to get her name on the board, and she seemed dismayed that her 957,895 points earned her last place. ""Son of a bitch,"" she said lowly. ""Who the fuck is DRK?"" I looked at the screen, knowing what it would say. The top nine positions were all maxing out at 999,999 points, and all by DRK.
+""I am,"" I said, taking another slug out of my drink.
+""But your name isn't..."" she said, thinking for a second.
+""The Darkness. Old 'net handle. Started using it back in '96.""
+""You're fucking good,"" she complimented. I saluted her with my glass and smiled.
+""Not so bad yourself,"" I said, giving her a good look up and down, the smile on my face turning into something other than appreciative as a twinkle in my eye joined it, completing the predatory look I get when I see something I want. She smiled and the air filled with a silence between the two of us. ""I suppose I'll have to roll the score again to take back all the top positions,"" I said, pushing off the door frame and stepping toward the game. Crim moved aside, picking up her Coke and taking a swig out of it. I pulled three quarters out of my pocket and plunked them into the front of the game, squared off in front of it and got ready to reclaim what was mine.
+""Always gotta be on top?"" she said, sounding a little dejected. I know she'd worked hard to get that high score of hers, and it was kind of a dick thing to do, just jumping on like that, but I needed to blow off some steam from work or else Scarlet probably would have had to kick me out for life.
+""Not always,"" I said, looking at her for a split second before I shot my attention back to the game. In that brief second, I managed to rake my eyes up and down her body and I'm pretty sure I subconsciously licked my lips. The opening scenes of the game rolled and I took a final swig of my G&T, draining it down to nothing but ice and fruit. I missed the first few guys and got hit once; my mind wasn't in the game. I kept seeing scenes involving a hot tub, Scarlet on one side of me, Crim on the other, all of us naked and randy as fuck. My mouth kept going dry and got wasted in no time flat.
+""You sure you're this mythical DRK?"" she asked playfully. I looked back at her and she had sat on the pinball game nestled into the corner, her eyes twinkling as she taunted me. ""I don't think you are, and I don't think you can beat my score,"" she teased further.
+""Oh? Sounds like a bet to me,"" I said crossing my arms over my chest as I leaned back against the game. ""Or is it a dare?"" I asked, the insatiably suggestive grin returning to my face.
+""A bet,"" she said, taking another drink of her soda.
+""All right, I accept. Name your terms,"" I said, slowly licking my lips.
+""Okay, the bet is that you're not this DRK fucker and that you can't beat my score,"" Crim said, her accent making my pants suddenly uncomfortable. ""When you lose, you get to wear a bright pink t-shirt all night and every hour, on the hour, you get to sing ""I'm a Little Tea Pot"" at the top of your lungs while standing on the bar."" I couldn't help but laugh, but Crim was dead serious, that devilish twinkle in her brown eyes and her teeth were slightly biting into her lower lip.
+""Deal. And when you don't win, I get you,"" I said very clearly.
+""Beg your pardon?"" she said, her eyes wide, the smile gone from her face as her mind crunched through what I just said.
+""You heard me. When I roll the score over, I get you. Right here even, in the game room,"" I said, my grin growing. She looked around, and the tip of her pink tongue snaked out along her lips, trying to wet them. ""Don't even pretend you don't know what I mean."" Her eyes melted, I could almost hear her mind going and I could tell she was running her tongue along her teeth. Her right eye squinted a little bit and she smiled.
+""Don't know what I'm worried about, you're not DRK, anyway,"" Crim said, stealing my Cheshire grin.
+""Hey Dark!"" interrupted Scarlet's voice from the bar. ""You dry yet, hon?"" I kept my eyes locked on Crimson's and I saw the color drain from her face as something of an ""oh shit"" started dancing in her eyes.
+""Nope, I'm good for the moment,"" I shouted back, plunked my three quarters in and started my game. I kept my eyes on Crim the entire time, not letting my eyes leave hers. The opening sequence began and ended, and the aliens of the game started appearing. I took a hit and I wasn't shooting back, and the color came back in her face as she turned up a smile.
+""I fucking knew it!"" she said, her drawl sending shivers up and down my spine. Still not looking I shot the screen. ""HA!"" she laughed, ""you pegged a cop! Two more hits and you're done!""
+""I'm not going to get hit again,"" I said confidently. I shot again, striking my target dead-center.
+""Are you trying to lose?"" she almost choked out. I shook my head and smirked, waiting another two seconds before shooting the last cop in the level. ""That's it, that's all your life!"" she said, bouncing on her toes. My eyes shot down to her chest and followed her nice rack as it bobbed with her body. ""You're done, buddy, that's...hey, what the hell?""
+""Welcome to the secret version of the game,"" I said and turned to face the game screen. ""This is called Kron Hunter Mode. Turns you into one of the aliens, and you get to kill aliens. Worth almost double points for everything and you have better weapons."" Crimson's hands went to her pockets while her head and shoulders dipped a little bit.
+""Aw fuck,"" she whispered as I started clearing the level in near record time, even for me.
+""That's right, sweetie. Fuck is the operative word in that statement,"" I said, my cock stirring in my pants and my trigger finger twitching on the gun. She stepped back from my peripheral vision and I focused on the game. It wasn't until the hardest part of the zone that I felt her manicured nails dip under my t-shirt and rake against my abs. Goose bumps erupted in waves across my twitching muscles and I could feel my hair stand up on end.
+""What the fuck?"" I asked, as I cleared the zone. ""Hey, lady, we had a bet...""
+""And we never said anything about,"" she started, pausing long enough to mash her impressive chest against my back kiss my neck with her luscious lips. ""Interference,"" she breathed against my ear lobe as one hand drifted up my chest and the other started massaging my rapidly engorging cock through my khakis.
+""Fuck,"" I moaned as the next zone started. I was having issues concentrating and I was missing points left and right. The more I missed, the more Crim giggled behind me. I let my left arm drop and it shot to the firm ass behind me and gave it a gentle, tickling squeeze. The giggle was replaced by a moan and I pulled her closer to me; close enough I could feel the heat start to radiate from her crotch. I kept pulling the trigger and kept trying to concentrate on the game, but Crimson was trying as hard as she could to distract me. Her efforts weren't the only hard thing.
+""Ooooh, what's this?"" she said breathlessly, the heat from her voice crashing into my neck like a drunken rhino. My toes started to tingle as she started really stroking my length through the fabric. ""Must be uncomfortable in there,"" she cooed. I couldn't even breathe as I was still trying to shoot aliens, keep my balance, and enjoy the feeling of her hand sliding up my pant leg only to slide into the waist band of my pants, finding my raging cock at almost full mast. I felt her hand slide over the head, already slick with pre cum and I just about fell into the video game.
+""Hey now,"" I breathed heavily, sliding my hand around her hip and seeking the source of her heat as she had sought mine.
+""Ease down there, tiger,"" she said, licking my ear as she did. ""You want to play with that, you have to earn it,"" Crim mewed and pushed my hand out of the way. There was no way I was going to let her slip out of my fingers after that. The rest of the game was a blur; I was getting a hand job and her lips were everywhere on my body. I finally saw the score roll past 999,999 points and I dropped the gun, no longer caring about anything other than the impassioned redheaded nymph that had been coaxing every fiber of my body to lose.
+""Well fuck me,"" her voice crashed against my neck like the calm before the storm as I blasted the last of my initials into the game's high score list.
+""Now there's the idea,"" I said, spinning on my heels and picking her up at the waist, spinning her around and carrying her over to the pinball game in the corner. She squeaked from the sudden movement that or it could have been my hands; both grabbing her ass to pick her up, both thumbs tickling between the backs of her thighs, finding the heat that I was formerly denied. I set her gently on the thick glass of the pinball machine and stared at her for a second, the look of a predator on my face, hers wore a mask of expectant lust. My hands were up her blouse in a flash, unhooking her bra with lightening speed, and they kept pushing, rolling her bra and blouse up over her amazing tits, exposing her pink turgid nipples to the relatively cool air of the bar. My mouth sought her left nipple, my hand massaging the flesh around my lips, while the other moved south, tickling her flesh as my rough finger tips lightly teased, barely touching her soft skin as they found the fly on her jeans and opened it with the same speed as her bra and blouse. She leaned back, her head falling back in a moaning giggle as her ass lifted off the glass below her I pulled her jeans off quickly, pulling her panties off with them, noticing only that they looked like they had black and lace on them. I wasn't interested in the flimsy material, though. My eyes were fixated on the fiery nest of crimson fur before them.
+I locked my eyes on hers as I knelt on the floor. Her legs spread, making room for me as I started kissing at her left knee and moved up her inner thigh. The closer I got to her sex, the faster and more passionate the kisses became, the more I let my hot breath crash against the silken skin of her inner thigh. I felt her fingers start to run through my hair as my broad shoulders parted her legs even further. My lips kissed, my tongue licked, and my teeth nipped at the tender flesh between her thigh and her pussy, attacking it with the unhurried urgency that her thigh had been assaulted with. I moved quickly to her glistening box and stopped. My eyes still on hers, I edged the tip of my tongue out of my mouth, stretching it to its utmost before wiggling just the tip, moving it from the base of her slit, all the way to the top, taking an eternity to find and flick her clit with the tip as if it were the touch of a ghost. She let out a passionate, low moan, the sound a symphony to my ears as I pulled my tongue back in my mouth, savoring the taste of her.  
+My lips shot to her right knee, her plea to return them was a silenced whimper as I began nibbling, licking, and sucking my way to the junction of her thighs once more. Again, once I was home, I gave her an agonizingly slow, tongue- waggling lick, this time I was sure to round her entrance, flicking against the sensitive flesh before wandering up to her clit, batting at it, licking it, and fluttering my tongue against the pink pearl.
+""Oh fuck yes,"" she hissed in her sultry accent.
+""Hey,"" I whispered, letting the heat of my breath crash against her molten sex. I could see her muscles quiver and goose bumps erupt over her flesh, but my eyes were still locked on hers, waiting for them to open as the pleasure finished washing over her body. She didn't voice a response, but the lust- glazed orbs spoke volumes. I could feel my grin creep across my face; the infamous grin, the one that earned me my nickname, the grin of a predator that has its quarry cornered.
+""Don't make a sound,"" I said and began my assault. My hands, previously not touching her went to her body like a duck to water. My right hand, more coordinated than my left, shot to her chest and began caressing her breasts in turn, her erect nipples rolling between my knuckles as the hand massaged the flesh beneath it. My left hand, being significantly faster than my right, went to where it would be of the best use. My index and middle finger met her g-spot at the same time her clit was sucked into my mouth, grasped gently between my lips and batted like a piñata with my tongue. My fingers flew in her core, her juices flowing more and more freely by the second as my hand pistoned, my fingers flexed and snaked inside her and my mouth ravaged her clit.
+Her thighs clamped around my head and I felt her body shift. I saw out of my one non-thigh-covered eye that she had lost the strength in her arm and had fallen down on the glass below her. Her hands were looking for anything to grab on to, one finding the tussled hair on my head, the other finding purchase on the Pole Position game next to us. I kept assailing her sweet pussy, relishing its taste, not letting up for even an instant as I tried to pry her thighs apart with my shoulders. I slowed my hand down significantly, the flailing digits still buried in her, but they were no longer stroking to her pink depths. She relaxed a little and I could hear her panting as my ears were once again exposed to air.
+""Holy fuck!"" she whispered in between panting breaths. ""Scarlet's gonna fucking kill us!"" she whispered, trying to sit back up. She slid a little on the soaked glass under her and another squeal escaped her lips. My Cheshire smile rolled across my face and I reached up to my goatee to wipe her juices from my chin.
+""Can you,"" I started, pausing for an instant to give her clit a quick, heavy lick, ""think of a better way to go?"" I didn't wait for a response, I simply dove back in, my hand rocking in and out of her and my mouth was everywhere; joining her fingers, tracing her lips, sucking on her clit, and nibbling the sensitive flesh beside her quivering mound. I managed to keep her shoulders wedged open this time, though just barely, and I could hear her moaning, trying to not scream.
+Her chorus of ""Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh yes! Yes!"" hit my ears like a fine symphony, but like that symphony, she was just warming up. My hand left her tits and went to her mouth, covering it to keep her quiet and her breath flared in and out of her nose as her whole body started to quiver. I nibbled her harder and faster through her orgasm, drinking her juices, lapping at them to catch as much as possible before it joined with the sizeable puddle forming on the glass under her. I could feel her heat spread with her wetness as my cheeks became coated and I knew she was dripping from my goatee as well. She screamed against my hand, her whole body arching. She'd have fallen off the machine had my face not been there, her entire body weight crushing against my mouth.
+I let her ride hard and fast through that orgasm before pulling my fingers out of her dripping snatch and pushing my tongue in, feeling it hit almost the same depths as my fingers. The pink bud of her clit met fresh air for less than half of a second before it was found my thumb. Simultaneously, my tongue started stroking in and out of her like an oil derek and my thumb started softly rolling and wagging over her sensitive nub. Her walls clamped down on my tongue every time the tip barely touched her g-spot, and it was as if her sex was trying to suck it back in every time it retreated to my mouth, carrying her nectar with it.
+I couldn't help but moan against her sex as she started quivering and twitching for the second time in a minute. This time I was relentless, speeding up my ministrations, my lips and tongue smacking noisily against her drooling slit as I drank her in like fine wine. I don't know how long she rode that wave, but when I decided to let her down, her whole body was quivering and there was a set of teeth marks in my palm where she bit down repeatedly.
+I pulled my tongue out of her and softly, slowly kissed away from her crimson furred mound to her right knee. My mouth returned to her sex for long enough to kiss it tenderly, paying attention to her entrance and her clit. Each touch of my lips brought a sharp intake of air and a twitch from her, and then my lips traveled down her other thigh where they left her body. I stood up on shaky legs, my cock standing almost straight up. I looked down at her heaving chest, noticing them shake with every pounding beat of her heart thundering like a jackhammer.
+""Oh God, stick me with that thing,"" she said, panting heavily. I stepped forward and ran the head up and down her soaked pussy, spreading her juices even more as it slid from her clit to the base of her slit. I knew if I stuck it in after making her cum like that I'd be done in no time. Crimson looked at me expectantly and I felt the smile cross my lips and I backed up.
+""Not now,"" I whispered and circled her waist with my arms to pick her up.
+""Yes, now!"" she hissed as I pulled her down the pinball machine and set her on a chair near by. She looked pissed as I tucked my dick back in my pants, but not before both of us noticed that even the brief contact left the tip glistening in the soft red, green, and blue light coming from the video games.
+""Not now,"" I said again, still smiling and looking over my shoulder at her as she pulled her jeans back up, neglecting her panties. I felt my dick hop in my pants at the knowledge that I'd be pounding her later this evening. My hand found my glass by the video game almost on reflex and I walked back out to the bar. Scarlet threw me a nasty look but said nothing. I knew I reeked of sex, and I hoped that Scarlet would take her anger out on me rather than laying into Crim about it.
+""Well. Looks like you've had two drinks now,"" she said. ""And spilt the fuck out of one of them,"" she added, an angry twinkle in her eye. I heard Crimson cursing quietly as she came out of the game room, her bra clasp evidently not cooperating with her. After a short struggle she pulled the damn thing off through her sleeve and threw it at the two guys playing foos ball. I hadn't even noticed Joe and Chris in here, but they sure as hell noticed Crim, and then their eyes went to me. Joe rolled his eyes and pulled the black lacy bra off the table and Chris's face split wide in a goofy grin and the guys went back to their game. Scarlet sighed heavily and poured me a glass of Jack. ""You know, I try not to tell anyone their business, you least of all,"" she started.
+""Why me least of all?"" I asked curiously and took a pull of my whiskey.
+""Because it does the least good with you, dumbass."" I could only nod in agreement as she continued, ""But if it's not too much trouble, can you not fuck the help? Crim's up here trying to get things sorted out and you're ramming her with that fucking flag pole of yours,"" she raved quietly, pointing at the bulge in my pants.
+""I did not,"" I said. Scarlet sighed and rolled her eyes. ""Tongue, fingers, dick, whatever. Please don't?"" she asked. The request was rhetorical, and I didn't want to get my ass banned if I broke her rules. I nodded and chose to not speak. My eyes hit the clock on the wall and I saw it wasn't even 4pm yet. Scarlet followed my glance and then we both saw the door open at the same time, and two pair of eyes were riveted to Red as she walked in the door.
+I looked at Scarlet slowly, my eyebrow arching.
+""Fine. You can fuck her, but only because you two have a history together that happened before this place. None of the other waitresses."" ""Deal,"" I said and drained the glass. ""Besides, Fem hates me and Vana views me as being the typical chauvinistic prick that just wants to get two girls at once, particularly lesbians."" Scarlet's sigh of frustrated resignation let me know it was time to stop talking. I got up and wandered over to Red, closing the distance in the almost empty bar with no problem at all.
+""Boo,"" she said, her eyes dancing as she saw me wander up.
+""Boo yourself. Were you a good girl today?"" I asked, my tongue snaking out to slowly lick my lips and finding the taste of Crim still all over them.
+""I wasn't expecting you to be here already,"" she said demurely. I shook my head and rolled my eyes.
+""Office?"" I asked quietly. She grinned, the smile almost resembling mine and it made my cock surge back to life in my pants. Red shook her head and led me by my rapidly re-hardening dick to the back of the bar, toward the offices and bathrooms. She hesitated a second there, and I took the opportunity to bend down and start sucking on her soft skin, my teeth gently nipping the nape of her neck.
+""Jesus,"" she hissed. ""You are ready to go, aren't you,"" Red breathed heavily. Her lips met mine, our lips parting in their embrace to allow each others tongues to invade well-remembered paths. She broke the kiss and her eyes were heavily glazed. ""Whose pussy have you been eating?"" she asked meekly, her hand stroking my rod slowly, her finger nails grating against the material covering it.
+""You'll find out, I'm sure,"" I said, smiling. She pulled me to her lips again and pushed me back as she kissed me hard and deep, and I knew she was not only kissing me, but eagerly tasting the remaining juices on my lips. I expected to hit the wall, but instead I was pushed into the bathroom; my eyes barely caught that it was the ladies' room.
+It was my turn to break the kiss and she pushed me to the sinks, pushing my shirt up over my head and starting to bite and kiss her way down from my lips to my neck, then aggressively heading toward my nipples. I unhooked her bra and I felt the heavy weight of her chest free itself and my hands were pulling her shirt up over her long red mane. Her hands unbuttoned and unzipped my fly with the grace of a slight-of-hand artist and my cock was once again exposed to fresh air, albeit only for a second.
+I let out a loud, low groan as her throat closed around my head and her nose rested in my thick brown curls. She pulled off, letting my piece of meat bounce as it popped loudly and wetly from between her lips. ""Ate her but didn't fuck her?"" Red asked with a cat's grin across her face. ""Just put the tip in?"" she teased, her tongue snaking out and battering against my sensitive head like a rabid butterfly. I shivered with the sensation and electricity shot from my toes to my brain and back to my toes again. Her lips plunged to the base of my rampant cock once more and she started doing her thing; I was never really sure what it was, but between her lips, her tongue and her throat, she still holds the record for world's best blowjob. But that's not what I wanted today.
+""I asked before if you were a good girl,"" I said, pulling her up, feeling her taut nipples slide up my bare skin as she moved.
+""Why don't you check for yourself?"" she asked and backed up half of a step. I slid down the sinks, my hands grasping the backs of Red's thighs. They moved up as I moved down, the leather rising and exposing those delicious thighs, and ultimately the exposed, trimmed, dark red bush that I'd been thirsting for. It wasn't delicate. It wasn't tender; I buried my face in the delicious red-haired snatch before me, feasting cravenly on the soft folds, drinking her growing wetness as my tongue probed into her depths. ""Oh shit!"" I heard her voice half-moan, half-hiss.
+My dick was iron and after teasing myself by stopping with Crim, and I wasn't going to miss this opportunity. I took one last deep kiss of Red's pussy, gave her clit a fast, hard suck, and I stood up, the head of my cock sliding across her slit, seeming to position itself as my hands went to her ass and I lifted her in the air, suspended only by my fingers and the rigid pole impaling her depths. Red squealed delightfully, that squeal turning into a low throaty moan as I started pulling her up my full length and then let her drop back down again. Her mouth started kissing my neck, her lips attempting to silence her moans into my flesh. I spun us around and backed us into the handicapped stall, and I sat down, Red still firmly embedded on my dick. I still kept lifting her, letting Red ride me with no effort of her own. My back arched as much as the close quarters allowed, and hers was as well, her beautiful hair rubbing against the door as she shut it.
+""Oh fuck yes, oh, fuck, so good,"" she moaned in a whisper. My eyes were glued to her tits as they wobbled with her smooth ride, her nipples moving in slow circles with her body. Her pussy started clenching down wetly against my invading meat, our bodies rocking against each other rhythmically. ""Oh fuck,"" we both sighed as our breathing turned to panting and our skin grew slick with a sheen of sweat. I could feel her inner walls tightening and my thickness throbbing inside her as I slid almost out, letting the mushroom head stretch her entrance before we bucked at each other, our hips slamming home with a wet slurch of juices. Every junction of our bodies left us grinding against each other in our urgency, her clit against the thick root of my rod, her depths stretching around me. Each time we separated was a rush of sensation as my length felt every fold, every ridge, and every pleading squeeze of her sex as it slowly came out into the air, only to be crashed back down upon and swallowed by the silken pink flesh. We moved in practiced unison, her hips rising against mine, she leaning back on my knees for support, my hands seeking her all-too-familiar tits, mauling them in our haste, teasing and pulling her nipples while squeezing them between my knuckles.
+""Oh fuck me, do I miss this,"" she cooed between pants. She impaled herself on me and started grinding in slow circles, her clit making contact on each pass. A hand left her tit exposed to the open air only to find her pink bud a second later, crushing between us as we moved, strumming her sensitive nub like a guitar when the pressure was released.
+""Oh Jesus!"" she hissed breathlessly. ""I'm gonna, I'm gonna..."" Red panted.
+And then the door opened. We froze for a second, our hearts thundering in our ears, the pulses through our groins making both of us shudder in pleasure.
+""That fucking asshole. I can't believe he did that to you,"" I heard an all too familiar voice say. I knew immediately who she was, who she was talking to, and who they were talking about.
+""I was all primed and ready to go, Jesus Christ, I'm still dripping,"" I could hear Crim's sexy accent say. Red leaned against me, her turgid nipples raking through the hair on my chest, and my stiff prick grinding deliciously inside her as she moved. I stifled a groan, but just barely.
+""It's okay, honey,"" I heard Vana's voice say soothingly. ""He's awfully stuck on himself and probably did it for fun,"" she continued. Red started rocking against me, rising just about half off my dick before sliding slowly back down to my lap. My whole body shivered with the slow sensuousness of the act. Red's teeth nibbled on my ear lobe for a second before her lips parted from my sweat-soaked skin. Her eyes met mine and they tried to bore through me, her hips starting to gyrate as she rose and fell with me inside her.
+""You're fucking evil,"" I half-moaned in the quietest whisper I could manage.
+""Hello Evil, I love to fuck you,"" she said with a twinkle in her eye. Red leaned forward, her hair cascading loosely around us. Her fingers went to my back, raking red trails over the muscles and she bit gently on my earlobe as she batted it with her tongue.
+""No, it isn't okay,"" Crim's voice said again. I could hear that she was starting to sob, probably crying just a little bit. ""It's so fucking hard to make friends up here and everyone treats me like a summer fuck! I just get to know people and I end up in the same situation over and fucking over again! I swear to God, the next time..."" Crim started up again, but her voice was cut off. Red stopped moving on me and we held our breath, hanging on the next word as my dick tried bobbing as it throbbed in her velvet vice. We both heard the light smacking of lips and a very deep sigh.
+""It's okay, baby,"" Vana said softly, almost with a motherly tone in her voice. We heard another embrace and a kiss-muffled moan of protest from Crim. That protest sounded again, a little less firmly, and then a third time, fully accepting what was happening.
+""Holy shit,"" Red said, still nibbling on my ear. ""They're gonna fuck right here in the bathroom!"" she almost squealed in her whisper. She started riding me with more passion, both of us listening to the soft rustling of clothes beyond our door.
+""Crim's not wearing a bra,"" I said, my breath raking up and down Red's neck before nibbling it very softly with my lips. ""Or panties,"" I said breaking the kiss off just long enough to speak. We heard the sound of a fly button coming undone and the slow pull of a zipper followed by two moans, one urgent, one wanting. ""Think she's getting her pussy fingered?"" I asked, my hand still working her clit slowly. ""Think it's soft and sensuous?"" I asked, giving her an example as her bud slowly rolled around the tip of my finger. ""Or do you think it's fast and hard,"" I asked, my finger flying in the limited space between us. My lips crushed against Red's to kiss away her loud moan, and the sound was muffled almost completely. Red started thrusting herself forward and backward on my crotch, letting the simple motion slide my almost continuously throbbing member in her soaked pussy. She hesitated only when it was buried to the hilt, savoring the feeling before rocking completely back, letting the head barely pop out of her snatch before sliding forward and slamming it back to its full depth. We heard the stall door next to us open and we saw articles of clothing hit the ground under the stall-divider.
+""Vana, I've never..."" Crim started to protest in her sultry southern tongue.
+""I know sugar, it's okay,"" Vana's honeyed voice rolled out.
+""Oh god,"" Crim said on the other side of the wall. We could see her right foot pointing toward the stool, and we could see Vana's left pointing toward the sinks.
+""You're fucking amazing,"" I said, whispering into Red's ear, nibbling the lobe between words as my finger slowed to making slow circles against her drenched clit. ""You're getting off on listening to them, aren't you,"" I whispered, making sure my breath was kept low enough to not be heard by the other two. Red only moaned in response. ""You're getting wetter by the second. You wild little sex machine. You want them to hear us, don't you. You want them to hear us like we hear them,"" I said, pausing in my words to listen to the soft mewing coming from the next stall and the wet smacking that was all too familiar.  
+""Oh, holy shit, Vana! Oh....oh fucking hell!"" Crim sighed breathlessly. ""Oh shit....you're making him look like a fucking armature! Gonna make me cum already!"" she said gasping for air. Vana laughed, her throaty chuckle being consumed by the soft flesh her lips were pressed against, and I could only imagine the electric chill that was coursing through Crim's body.
+""I can still taste her on my lips,"" Red said huskily, still grinding her crotch against mine. My hand left her clit and went to massaging her tits, leaving her nipples alone to let them rub against my chest. ""Mmm, honey, you feel so good inside me. I can feel your heart beat against my clit when I move just....like....this...."" Red breathed into my ear before chewing on it with her sharp teeth. I shuddered hard as she ground down on me, and my heart was pounding like a jackhammer in my chest as I felt her contract and grab my prick.
+""Oh fuck!"" Crim gasped, her resolve to be quiet escaping. I could hear her juicing pussy being worked over by Vana, and part of me wanted to watch, but with Red working on fucking my brains into a state of electric fog, it was better to listen. We could hear Crim's labored breathing intermingled with the sound of her sloppy pussy being at the least fingered or eaten, and at best, both. Vana's voice was a deep moaning purr, muffled and quiet.
+""How about it, Red,"" I said, bucking my hips hard against her movements. I knew I wasn't going to last long and she hadn't cum nearly enough yet. Her glazed eyes looked into mine and I could feel my dick throbbing hard and fast in her depths. ""How'd you like to have your pussy eaten while fucking me?"" Red's mouth moved down to my shoulder and she bit me lightly, using my flesh to suppress a moan.
+""Does that excite you? Whose face are you picturing looking up at you through your beautiful red bush as she's eating your cunt? Whose eyes are locked on yours?"" I continued, nibbling her ear between sentences. My hands started pinching her nipples now, pulling them slightly while continuing to maul Red's amazing rack.
+""I can feel it excites you,"" I said, ""you're so fucking wet right now. I think if she was eating you out, she'd drown.""
+""Oh Jesus! Fucking eat me, Vana!"" screamed Crim beside us. The steel stall wall may as well have been glass. We could both picture Crim's head thrown back in ecstasy, her long red hair flailing, with Vana's face buried in her pussy, bathing in her honey as she worked her silvered tongue in, out, and around Crim's drenched snatch. We could see the position they were in, and we both knew Vana was no where near done.
+""Who, Red? Tell me right now!"" I whispered urgently among the sounds of her wet sex grinding against mine and the smacking of Vana's lips against Crim's crotch.
+""Oh shit, oh shit, oh fuck yes!"" Red said, her eyes closed. She arched her back, her tits proudly standing on her chest and I continued my assault as she leaned back on my knees for support. Her eyes met mine and burned through me, just as mine were doing to hers. I was terrified that they had heard her and would stop, but if they had, they gave no indication, and the sounds of Crim's flooding twat being devoured mercilessly by Vana sure as hell didn't even slow up.
+My finger went to Red's clit which was hard and extended as far as the little nub could from its tiny pink hood. It was a blur on her cherry as she started to shutter and her sex started clenching faster than a humming bird's wings.
+""Tell me,"" I mouthed, not even daring to whisper. Red started bouncing harder and harder against me and I rose to meet her hips pound for pound and grind for grind. ""Whose tongue are you wishing for?"" I demanded, whispering this time. I wasn't going to last much longer, but neither was she. Her eyes were fluttering open and shut and she was panting as her chest heaved and her heart pounded so hard it was making her chest jiggle. We were both moaning and grunting and our wet slapping crotches pounded audibly into each other's, the sound of wet flesh slapping damn near echoed in the small stall.
+Red's head was thrown back, her hair almost touching the ground and her body started to shudder uncontrollably. I pushed one last thrust into her and started blowing my load, feeling it boil up through my cock with each burst. Every time I felt a pulse of cum jet through me, her pussy clenched hard around my throbbing cock and we stayed firmly rooted together.
+""Oh fuck, YES!"" Red screamed. Her head shook and I kept the assault moving at full bore on her clit. ""Oh fuck me, Dark. Oh fuck! Oh fuck yes, both! BOTH!"" she screamed again, her voice almost shrill.
+""Both what?"" I grunted. ""Both what, Red?""
+""Oh fuck!"" Red moaned loudly, her head rocking as the orgasm kept rolling through her. ""Both! I want them both to eat my fucking cunt! I want to feel their tongues roll my clit while I have this monster buried in me! Oh fuck YES!"" Red screamed.
+If I could have cum again, I would have. As it was, I wasn't about to go limp, and her convulsing hips kept my iron rod buried in her. I kept shaking and shuddering myself, imagining Crim's gorgeous eyes looking up at Red, side-by- side with Vana's as they both slowly ate her into oblivion. Then I realized except for our panting, it had gone silent.
+I looked up at the stall divider and noticed that there were two sets of eyes looking down at us, framed by faces dripping with sweat and flushed cheeks. I smiled my Cheshire smile and Crim winked at me while Vana shook her head, turned Crim's face toward hers and kissed her deeply. I could see her head move slightly with the motions of her shoulder and ultimately her wrist and fingers as Crim moaned deeply into her mouth.
+Red sat up, hugging her wet body to mine, our skin slapping together wetly. I could feel our juices run out of her and down my still-hard cock. Crim looked back at the two of us and her head rose up over the stall divider as Vana's disappeared completely. I heard the lock in their stall slide open loudly and the sound of rustling clothes and then the bathroom door opening and shutting. Crim's gaze followed Vana, drinking in her lean form as she dressed and left, and returned to Red and I when the door shut, licking her lips as she took in our still-twitching bodies.
+""Care to make good on that, Red?"" Crim said with a wink. My dick throbbed inside Red's snatch, forcing another gush of juice to run down and coat my already-dripping balls.
+""Mmm, baby, I think we all are,"" she said, leaning back and lifting a tit to my mouth. My finger slowly started stroking her clit and she shivered at the touch.
+""God I love this bar,"" I moaned and began a new assault on Red's nipple."
+5,AH Fantasies Ch. 10,Salvor-Hardon,Chain Stories,2007-04-13,2007-04-13,2022-01-08 03:46:08,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/ah-fantasies-ch-10,The Love Shack.,"['Author Hangout', 'Lesbian', 'Love Shack', 'Lucky', 'Purple Monkeys', 'Vella']",4.59,"Renovating a house usually brings with it tons of people, and mass chaos. Renovating a house for a TV show makes it twice as chaotic and triples the number of people involved. Yet somehow the blonde home owner moved about the crews, offering sandwiches, lemonade, iced tea, all in all redefining ""gracious"" on a whole new level. Then putting the tray down, she sat with the host of the show.
+""So Vella, you call your house the Love Shack? I assume not just because you and Lucky are huge B-52 fans."" Stephanie Woods sat on the back of a pick up truck, with Vella on the other side. As host of ""Home Work"" she had talked to many people, all over the spectrum of America's society. This time though, something was different. Lucky and Vella were not the typical home owners. The women had a passion for each other, for their family, for life itself that seemed to resonate off the walls. They had been nominated for the renovation by several people from the Author's Hangout, and Stephanie found out about them from the board. Even as Vella explained the reason behind the name, Stephanie felt it.
+""Basically, if you are invited here, you are loved. As a friend, as family, coming here is not just an experience in acceptance. And its a little ole place where we can get together!"" The spontaneous shimmy to accompany the line from the song made the host laugh, which spread to the camera crew, which caught the eye of the workers, and finally Lucky up on the roof. Over the years, outbursts like that were expected, so she blew a kiss to her wife and went back to repairing shingles. Vella winked and blew back, a gesture that was pure video gold.
+Three days later, the house was finished, better than ever, and the crew was packing up. Stephanie noticed there was hesitancy. Usually everyone is anxious to pack up and go but this time people milled, chatted, packed a little here and there but mostly no one wanted to leave. She felt it herself, and as Vella and Lucky gathered everyone together for a group photo in front of the house, she wiped a tear from her eye. The myriad of hugs followed and then they all drove off, waving and beeping until they were out of sight.
+For the ride to the airport, and all the way home, Stephanie kept thinking about how she felt at the Love Shack. She wanted to recount it all to Brad, snuggle up in his arms and relive every moment with him. Her shoes in one hand, she opened the door to their condo and called out to him. No answer greeted her. ""BRAD? BRAD? Where are you?"" She rounded the corner to the kitchen, and found the note on the fridge. He left while she was gone; using lines like he loved her but was not in love with her, wishing her well, but very much leaving for good. They had had problems, but she thought they were working them out. Her tears caused the ink to smear on the page, as she sat on the floor and cried. The break up would be hard, but because he was her producer, she feared for her job as well. It was time for a change, change of scenery, change everything.
+Her bags were still packed, there was nothing holding her here, she only had to figure out where to go. She saw the photo of her and Vella and Lucky. She would go back to the Love Shack. At least it would be a good place to start over again. A few days there would give her a break to get her head together.
+""Lucky, this is Stephanie, Stephanie Woods."" Her voice broke a little as she spoke.
+""Hey Short Shorts! How's it going?"" She had been christened Short Shorts the first day. Vella had pointed out that her legs were made to be shown off, and when she changed into work clothes for the prep work, she put on a pair of cut offs that were cut a bit too high. The name made it around the crew in under an hour.
+""You said that once someone comes there, they're always invited back right?""
+""Sure, always. Why?""
+""Brad left me. The bastard left while I was there. I just need to get my head straight for a few days and well, I know we just met but you all were so sweet and wonderful I just ..."" She broke down again.
+""Come on down sweety, I'll pick you up at the airport."" Even over the phone that tenderness, that acceptance was so evident. Stephanie grabbed her bag and headed right back to the airport.
+True to her word, Vella and Lucky were waiting at baggage claim. Both of them wrapped her in tight hugs, and once again the tears ran down her cheeks. This time they were tears of joy and relief. ""Ok girl, the first step towards getting over a man, is to overload your system on death by chocolate ice cream, and knock you on your ass margaritas. It's a proven medical and psychological fact."" Lucky nodded as Vella explained. ""And we'll watch obscene amounts of The L Word and curse men up and down and if by Monday morning you're not laughing and dancing then we have to admit you into the intensive care unit; which is mostly chocolate chip cookie dough and straight tequila.""
+Lucky drove while Vella held Stephanie in the back seat. The host cried, ranted, yelled and vented all her emotions. The betrayal, the hurt, the frustration, everything streamed out as they made their way back to the Love Shack. Parking the car, Lucky climbed in on the other side and once again, the two surrounded Stephanie with deep warm affection. The tears and sobs soon ended and all three headed inside.
+Not long after, they were settled in the living room, watching television, eating ice cream and drinking frozen green concoctions. Periodically, Stephanie would pipe up with ""Oh I met her once at the studio"" which lead to tales of how one actress was so sweet, the other was such a bitch, yet another being completely wild. Night fell without notice, and the margarita pitcher had to be refilled for the fourth time.
+Vella was blending the drinks when Lucky said ""You know Stephanie, your crew put in a great new hot tub for us. You never even got to try it out before you all had to leave.""
+""Ummm I didn't pack a swim suit though.""
+""And that's a problem how?"" Lucky's t-shirt came off even as she stood up. The trail of clothes leading out back to the hot tub told Stephanie that modesty was not a concern here. Vella was already approaching the tub with more margaritas, and naked herself, as if some clock chimed time to be naked and Stephanie was the only one who didn't hear it.
+""Come on Short Shorts, if you've got something we've never seen, then by god we want to see it now!"" Vella poured three more drinks before climbing in next to Lucky.
+She was hesitant, but either because of the drinks or because of the way these two took her in so openly, Stephanie soon peeled off her clothes, and made the last 20 feet to the tub under the stars completely natural. Both women cheered and whistled, making her blush as she sank into the rolling water.
+""Ohhhhhh god this feels good!"" The tension visibly escaped from Stephanie's shoulders and neck, and she relaxed more than she had in years.
+""You think that's good, wait til I turn on the jets"" With a flick of the switch Lucky unleashed small torrents under the surface, massaging and kneading the muscles in the lower backs and thighs.
+""Now lean back, close your eyes, put your arms up on the sides"" Vella cooed the words, her own voice touched by the effects of the powerful water.
+Stephanie shifted and moved as directed then felt the spray move up her body, right behind her shoulder blades and she melted. ""Whoever designed this tub needs to be made into a saint.""
+The couple laughed gently, a secret passing between them. ""Just wait, there's more.""
+""More?"" Stephanie sat up a bit. ""Don't tell me this is one of those sex tubs, and the jets can hit your... down there."" Even with Brad she couldn't bring herself to say ""pussy"".
+""Yes baby, it does magical things 'down there'. But you need to have some one to help hold you to really get it lined up right. Want to see?"" Lucky was playing with Vella's hair, running fingers through as Stephanie pondered the offer.
+""Yes."" The blush spread over her face and even to her shoulders.
+Vella stood up in the middle of the tub, and motioned for Stephanie to move to the side a bit. Lucky then turned, her back to her wife, and lifted her feet out of the water, knees up to the edge. She leaned back, Vella holding her shoulders and back to keep her head above water and the jet hit squarely on the flesh, evidenced by the way she bit her lip then smiled and gasped.
+""With the right technology, who needs a man?"" Vella reached under Lucky's arm, her hands massaging her breasts as she leaned over to kiss her deeply. Watching them, so openly free to love each other, Stephanie just took it in. Lucky began to shiver as she grew closer to climax. But that love was purely evident in the way Vella kissed her, held her, pressed her lips tight as Lucky came, as if drawing the very breath of desire from one body to another. She longed for that love that kind of connection and intimacy. Not just sex but a connection to a person that to her very core.
+""Ok, now its your turn Shorty"". Lucky was glassy eyed but stood up to beckon Stephanie into position.
+""What? Me? Oh no.... no I couldn't!""
+""Sure you can, we'll both hold you, but you have to try this. It is a really intense orgasm, trust me.""
+There was a moment, time standing still where she pondered, wondered, searched deep inside then stood and moved. She put herself in their arms, gave herself to them, for once, giving herself permission to be selfish, to experience something just because she wanted it. Even as she opened her legs, and leaned back onto the waiting couple, she knew she had changed. She began, this night, living for herself.
+The water was incredible. Not just pressure but the warmth, the bubbles acting like a thousand tiny fingers to rub her, reaching deep inside. Stephanie arched, lifting her breasts out of the water to let the angle change and the water flow over her clit. Then she felt the hands. One hand was on each breast, cupping, massaging, and teasing the nipples in concert. One set of lips on her neck, the other kissing her cheek. She couldn't remember who was where, she didn't care. Turning to kiss whomever she could, she drew lips in and reached back to fondle her partners. Her breathing grew sharp and ragged, body writhing in the grasp of her two guides and against the penetrating power of the hot tub's magical jets.
+Then it happened. Every nerve fired at once, her mind ignited with a brilliant flame, and she screamed. Lungfuls of air expelled in a voice of ecstasy, a cry not of words but pent up emotions finally released in an explosion of delight and wonder. Then slowly, so slowly she floated back into reality.
+""Oh god. Oh dear god... what was that?""
+Vella and Lucky simply helped her back to the seat. Letting her ease back into consciousness, all the while they caressed and stroked her sides and legs.
+""Come to bed, Stephanie."" Lucky whispered softly.
+""Come sleep with us."" Vella's lips brushed the corner of her ear lobe.
+Walking between them, held in their arms, Stephanie went to bed. Her legs were just a little weak as both women laid her on the bed. Vella crawled in beside her, caressing and exploring her body. Vella helped Stephanie to relax with soft slow kisses, starting at her ears while at the same time, arousing her yet again, though more tenderly than the jet had. One hand at her breast, lightly playing with the flesh as she kissed more and more, always gently, tenderly. Her finger tips walked down her body, along her torso to her hip. Purring in her ear, Vella began playing with Stephanie's fur, the small thin line so carefully trimmed. All Stephanie could do was lay there and allow her self to be adored.
+The kisses followed the same line, down from the ear, along her neck, over her breast and slowly making the way to her hip, turning inward to kiss intimately on her mound. Stephanie's legs drew up, bending at the knees then opened at the hips, giving herself up to be pleasured. Kisses were mingled with licks, and yet still Vella kept it soft, slow and gentle. No rushing or hungry growling like Brad had done. This was not foreplay, but rather a new kind of intercourse, this was the intimacy not its prelude.
+Each press of her lips, every slide of her tongue made Stephanie breath heavier, ache a bit more. Her heart was racing as she gripped the sheets as her hips began to arch upwards towards Vella's talented tongue.
+""I'm glad to see you two didn't wait for me. I'd hate to start from square one again."" Lucky stood in the doorway, watching her wife and their friend. Backlit from the hallway, all Stephanie could see was her form, until she was closer, and the tip jutted out as she turned. The light from the bed stands showed the black leather harness, cut high like bikini briefs, and the plastic shaft attached to it. Lucky began kissing Stephanie, sitting on the bed next to her. Vella crawled up from between her legs, lying once more beside her.
+""Lucky... Vella... I .. I don't know how to... I mean I..."" her stammering was quieted with Lucky's finger tip on her lips.
+""Just do what feels good to you. What you liked when she did it, simply do it back to her. The old golden rule, do unto others. Except this time, the karmic reward for good is instantaneous.""
+Stephanie eyed the toy, judging it to be slightly smaller than Brad's cock. She thought about her fantasies, the long held secrets of more than one partner at a time, she just never thought it would be two women. But tonight was too amazing, everything so far had been beyond what she thought possible. This was her new beginning, her rebirth, and this was her chance to live her wildest dreams. She kissed Lucky, deep and hard before rolling over on top of Vella and doing the same to her before sliding down her body, peppering each inch with small kisses. Vella opened her legs, beckoning Stephanies attention. Her legs were nearly on the edge of the bed as Lucky moved behind her.
+The first few licks were quick, stutters more than actions, the last remnants of resistance melting away. As she inched forward, tasting Vella's inner folds, she felt her own pussy opened and touched. The more attention she lavished on the flesh before her, the more she received from behind. With abandon she began licking and kissing, greedily, hungrily. As she let go of her restraint, her body thrilled as Lucky's dildo filled her fully.
+The world began to spin. She could feel the two on either end locking onto each other through her. They were making love with her, through her. Whatever this was, this soul spinning emotional spiritual experience, this is what was missing from her life for so long. Lucky quickened her pace, thrusting faster and with more effort, each thrust driving Stephanie's face more solidly into Vella. Stephanie began to gasp and cry, torn between needing to let everything out in loud screams and wanting to coax the same response from Vella. She opened wide then clamped her lips onto her clitoris, groaning as she shuddered and shook. This lust was enough to launch Vella into her own bliss.
+Moments later, laying on the bed and looking up at the ceiling fan, Stephanie listened to her heart beating. More than just the physical exertion, there was a new sound in the pulse. Her heart was stronger, she could hear it. She turned on her side, seeing Lucky and Vella spooning next to her and she reached out to cuddle in as well.
+Morning broke over the horizon, pink and orange streaks over the pale blue sky greeting the three bodies asleep in the bed. Vella slid out one side, and Lucky followed shortly. Breakfast was to be made, and the day had to be started. They let Stephanie sleep in, both of them remembering days after break ups, and knowing that sleeping was a needful thing.
+Just as Vella put the eggs and toast on the table, Stephanie emerged and smiled wearing only a t-shirt. ""I hope you don't mind, but I didn't want to get dressed just yet. And I didn't pack a robe or anything.""
+""Nonsense, be as comfortable as you like."" Lucky poured a glass of orange juice and handed it over. She looked up to kiss Vella who was bringing their plates.
+""So... I am a lesbian now?"" Stephanie kind of blushed and toyed with the eggs on her plate.
+Lucky and Vella laughed. ""Shorty, if one night made you a lesbian, then half the women who ever went to summer camp or college would be at the pride parades.""
+""You are Stephanie, start there. Don't wear a label, or try to fit a mold, just be yourself. Have sex with women, with men, do whatever you like, but more importantly, do it for you. Find that person you can love more than anything in the world, man woman or tentacle monster, just love with all your heart."" They looked at each other and kissed again.
+""And where ever you are in the world, whatever you are going through, you are always welcomed at the Love Shack.""
+Stephanie popped up and shimmied ""A little ole place where we can get together!"""
+6,AH Fantasies Ch. 11,English Lady,Chain Stories,2007-03-28,2007-03-28,2022-01-08 03:46:09,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/ah-fantasies-ch-11,A Chocolate Covered Orgy.,"['Author', 'Chocolate', 'Flake', 'Orgy', 'Voyeurism']",4.09,"""Oh, Joe,"" she whispered her eyes glazed with unshed tears. ""I'm speechless; your kiss is so profound. I don't ever want to use my lips for anything else ever again. I want to forever be engaged in kissing you.""
+Angelica blinked and smiled, she remembered this couple from her first experience with the erotic authors, but it seemed she'd flicked back to the part after the kiss she had been so desperate to watch. The sexual tension was still high, the two sat so close, their cheeks flushed, their bodies taut with anticipation.
+""I'm down with that."" He smiled, not just his lips but his whole body became gleefully relaxed. His deep chuckle resonated around the stark, winter scene and her giggle highlighted it, it blended perfectly to make the happiest sound Angelica had ever heard.
+There was a rumble and a flash, then suddenly the air was filled with water, small drops at first, then line after line of determined droplets slashed and splashed around the ardent lovers.
+""Maybe we should go inside."" English Lady stood up, head bowed down, water already soaking through her curls and her delicate outfit.
+""We should, but if we go back in there we'll have to behave again."" Joe Wordsworth stood up too, directly in front of English Lady. ""I really don't want to behave, I just want to lift your chin with my finger, then stroke your cheek with my hand and kiss you again. But if you're worried about the rain...""
+""Sod the rain."" She laughed, her hand shot out and landed on his hip, her fingers gripped the soggy cotton and pulled him closer to her, ""I want you.""
+Her lips hovered just in front of his and their eyes locked; their variegated green gazes mingled and intertwined like vines, their fingers, hands and arms following suit, binding themselves together until they appeared like one rose blossoming and whipping round in the stormy breeze.
+Angelica held her breath as she finally witnessed the lovers lips pressed together in the perfect kiss. She could see the paths of rain streaking down their faces, but neither one stopped to brush them away. They were so absorbed in each other that all they cared about was that kiss and Angelica could see exactly why.
+His hands roamed up from her hips, lifting the material of her top till they pressed into flesh, moving higher to gently cup the curve of her ample breasts. English Lady followed suit, her hands slipping and sliding up and down his naked back beneath the now see through white of his formal shirt.
+Angelica suddenly remembered she was holding her breath and let it out with a soft sigh. The lovers stopped their kissing and turned to look straight at her.
+""And who, may I ask, are you?"" English Lady asked, her British politeness curt but intact.
+""An...Angelica."" Angelica managed to stutter out, her cheeks a blinding red.
+""Oh, the fantasies woman,"" Joe added, smiling through the rain at his partner in kisses, ""didn't you get that PM?""
+The conversation changed, no longer was Angelica part of it, as the couple focused in on each other once again.
+""I totally specified that this was a no-go fantasy."" English Lady whispered, well whispered loud enough to be over-heard. ""She's totally ruined it now.""
+""Oh, it's just an excuse to start all over again darlin'"" Joe's eyes sparkled as he cupped her face with his large hand.
+""Can we cut the rain!"" He shouted loudly, and the rain did actually stop.
+""What do we do with her, though?"" English Lady asked, looking back over at Angelica but she wasn't really focused on her, she was too occupied with images of starting this particular fantasy over from scratch. ""Oh, I know."" She grinned. ""I'll just move her to my other fantasy, you know the one Joe.""
+""Oh yeah, yeah. Our little voyeur will love that one.""
+""Take her to the party, please."" English Lady Shouted up into the sky and Angelica was transported in an instant to a large hall filled with people, body heat and loud music.
+It took a moment for Angelica's eyes to adjust, but once they did she could see that the people milling around her were in several stages of undress. In fact the two ladies directly in her line of sight were completely nude.
+""Somebody pass me that flake."" A familiar voice made itself heard over the noise, and Angelica stepped forward to take a closer look. Sure enough, one of the very naked ladies on the floor was English Lady. Next to her lay another naked beauty, her soft breasts rose and sank rhythmically, and her torso was smeared with something...
+""A chocolate coated McKenna, oh baby, I know I'm in Heaven now."" A male voice whooped from the group around her.
+""And, Mr Hardon,"" English Lady purred, ""She's about to become a chocolate stuffed McKenna.""
+""It doesn't come better than that."" The guy sighed, biting his thumb gently for a moment before dropping his hand to his side and clenching it in his fist.
+""Are you ready, love?"" English Lady slid up the sensuously stretched out body and sat by McKenna's head. She raised the yellow wrapped chocolate bar in her hand and grinned wickedly. McKenna moaned as English Lady twisted the end of the bar until the plastic sprung open. Ever so slowly she slipped her finger down the crease, pushing back the plastic and revealing the crumbling log of chocolate beneath.
+""Do you want a bite?"" English Lady whispered in McKenna's ear and she nodded her head, her bright bluey-green eyes sparkling and wide as her tongue whipped over her plump lips.
+""Well, okay then, it seems only fair."" She held out the chocolate and placed it just in front of McKenna's lips which made her stretch her neck to bite through the crunchy layers. Crumbs tumbled down on to her chest and she giggled then moaned as the chocolate in her mouth melted, and English Lady bowed her head low, licking out her tongue to clean the crumbs from off the delicate white skin before her.
+Groans and gasps echoed around as English Lady's mouth moved lower, trailing down to raspberry nipples and gently teased their tips with the slightest, lightest of sucks. She continued to dip down the body, trailing the softening chocolate in front of her. Lower and lower she sank licking up melted channels and crunchy crumbs as the flake left a trail to its final, sexy destination.
+McKenna gasped, her hips bucked as the soft, melting wand of chocolate slipped over her sensitive clit. English Lady waved the wand up and down as she knelt reverently between McKenna's outspread thighs, taking in the soft folds of her wet, aroused sex and the loud whimpers that escaped the lips of both willing victim and the crowd gathered around.
+Suddenly English Lady stopped teasing and took the rest of the chocolate stick and pressed it against the soft, wet opening. She pressed the chocolate inside and held it there as she lay down, her face now level with the chocolatey treat she had created.
+Angelica held her breath as did the crowd around the scene; Angelica noticed Joe Wordsworth stood just to the side of English Lady, looking on with rapt attention. Her eyes skimmed the crowd, picking out familiar faces Neonurotic, The Darkness, Rob and S-Des then a little further away from the action she spied Crimson Maiden, Tom Colins, Ungenderless and yes, Fem and Zade. There was definite crowd and a definite air of sexual tension as English Lady's tongue flicked out and lapped at the chocolate that covered McKenna's softly sighing cunt. She flicked her tongue over lips and clit, then as the mix of chocolate and feminine musk took over her senses she pressed her face more eagerly between McKenna's thighs, employing her lips, her tongue and her teeth, as she bit, licked and sucked way the chocolate both solid and molten.
+Angelica noticed discreet rubbing of crotches all around her, and not so discreet, loud and noisy lesbian sex happening between Zade and Fem, obviously overtaken with lust at the sight of the two luscious ladies covered in chocolate. Angelica wanted to slip her fingers into her waistband but was afraid of getting caught and moved on again.
+""The chocolate's all gone."" English Lady announced and rose to her knees, leaving McKenna trembling on the brink of orgasm .
+""It's all over your face."" McKenna laughed, and English Lady giggled too, her face caked with chocolate.
+""Would you like some more?"" She grinned and McKenna nodded, her cheeks were flushed and her mouth stretched into a sexy, squiffy smile. English Lady leaned forward, pressed her naked pubis against Mckenna's and stretched out to kiss her. There bodies entwined together as they kissed deeply, as they came up for breath, McKenna licked out at English Lady's nose and she giggled in glee. They kissed again and I noticed that now the discreet rubbing had become much more than that.
+People had coupled off and were in various stages of undress. Crimson Maiden was on her knees, pulling up the edges of a sexy man's skirt... I mean kilt and S-Des had found his Kiten and they were busy with their own chocolate bar. This was turning into a sweet confection of an orgy.
+Angelica looked back to the centre of the sexual action to find the Ladies on their knees side by side, begging for a most erotic chocolate treat.
+Joe Wordsworth had lost his pants, as had Salvor Hardon. They stood there in their stripped glory, the only thing covering their modesty was a thick coat of unctuous, runny chocolate. Angelica moved through the crowd, she stepped around Rob and two ladies with red hinted hair and found a new viewing position amongst a crowd of dedicated voyeurs.
+The men were teasing the two panting girls, moving back very time either of them went of a chocolate covered cock. There was a drip forming at the end of Salvor's dick and McKenna was poised to catch it, the hungry look in her eyes was not just simply for the chocolate of that Angelica was sure.
+The drip dropped right on to the outstretched tip of McKenna's tongue and as if it were the starting flag of a race, both guys moved forward, pressing their chocolate treats to the lips of the begging addicts. English Lady's tongue flicked out and gingerly, reverently tasted the tip of her treat. Her tongue swept out again and took another taste, it ran around the tip picking off all the drippiest areas of chocolate, before running right down to the base of he straining chocolate tower and back up it again.
+McKenna was less hesitant; her patience for teasing had obviously already run out. She took Salvor's cock into her mouth in one slow movement, pressing it down into her mouth and sucking, savouring the salty edge to the sweet milk chocolate pacifier.
+She sucked and bobbed, chocolate dripping on to her breasts and smearing all over her face. She didn't care, and as she glanced over to English Lady, and their gazes crossed, they laughed. They were both covered in sticky, gooey chocolate and they were revealing in the messy experience.
+The cocks before them were close to sparkling clean, the girls sucked in tandem, their rhythm synchronised. Angelica threw caution to the wind and slipped her fingers down into her knickers, but it went un-noticed as the chocolate orgy continued around her. There was chocolate everywhere. Zade and Fem were caked like female mud wrestlers in it, Rob was painting flowers and bees over breasts, thighs and stomachs as they lay around him, Angelicminx and RedHairedandFriendly looked like canvasses covered in chocolate drawings. Crimson Maiden had applied chocolate liberally to her Scotsman and was eagerly licking it off as he gripped his kilt in his hands, keeping it out of the way. Angelica wished she could watch each group in detail, but once again her eyes were drawn back to the original orgy starters. The ladies were on their backs and poised above them Joe and Salvor were holding bowls filled with melted chocolate.
+""Oh come on, just do it."" English Lady begged, writhing, her hands tied above her head with a liquorice whip.
+""I've told you once already,"" Joe wagged his finger sternly, the grin on his face telling a different story, ""I am in charge now, okay.""
+""Yes, Sir."" English Lady sighed overly dramatically, licking her lips.
+McKenna was similarly tied and making the most sensual of whimpering noises. Salvor's bowl was tipped slightly forward and a drip was forming. All eyes were on that drip, every pair of eyes in the room zoomed in on it, stopped and waiting.
+It dripped.
+It seemed to fall in slow motion but it did eventually impact directly onto McKenna's upright nipple. She gasped then groaned as drip followed drip, followed drip until they joined together in a stream that flowed down over and between her heaving breasts, into the pool of her belly button and down the valley of her thighs. She moaned and cursed as the wet, warm chocolate decadence engulfed her.
+English Lady's eyes were wide with jealousy, so intent was she on watching McKenna getting hers she was surprised by the forceful, chocolate splash as it hit her breasts.
+""Joe!"" She gasped, almost angrily as he shook the bowl, sending chocolate flying up and down her body, splashing her face, her chest, her legs and her hair. ""Oh yes, Joe, please."" She then gasped; the anger turned to lust, as he fell to his knees and lapped at the chocolate covered body before him.
+Angelica wanted to lap up that chocolate, but she settled for stroking herself as she watched the two men lick and suck at the chocolate, sliding in it and covering their bodies from head to toe.
+""Please."" English Lady gasped, and at the same moment the same word left McKenna's lips. The guy's looked up at each other and nodded. They looked directly down into the eyes of the chocolate beauties before them, then pushed forward their hips and satisfied the girl's desires.
+""Yes, oh yes."" English Lady groaned, McKenna moaning in satisfaction beside her.
+Joe leaned over, bracing himself on his arms as he suckled on her chocolatey breasts, them pressed his lips to hers to share a chocolate laced kiss. Salvor pressed his fingers into the chocolatey goodness and slipped them down between their fucking bodies and slipped a finger over McKenna's desperate clit. He bucked and pounded, moaning and cursing as McKenna gasped and groaned and bit her lip.
+English Lady was grinding up against Joe as he continued to feast on her breasts and kiss her sighing lips.
+""I'm going to come, Joe, Oh yes, I'm going to..."" English Lady groaned as her body stiffened.
+""Yes,"" McKenna cried, her body shuddering and shaking, ""Yes, oh fuck, yes!""
+English Lady throbbed and shook as Joe increased his tempo, his lips pressed to hers as he tensed and held still. Salvor thrust hard into McKenna, her chocolate coated body shaking with the impact as he growled and roared his release.
+Angelica's eyes closed as her orgasm overtook her, when they opened she was once again alone in her bedroom. She lay panting, waiting to recover enough energy to go and find herself a chocolate bar..."
+7,AH Fantasies Ch. 14,Remec,Chain Stories,2007-06-04,2007-06-04,2022-01-08 03:46:14,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/ah-fantasies-ch-14,A Fool discovers more than expected at an infamous castle.,"['Anal', 'Fantasy', 'Group Sex', 'Voyeurism']",4.47,"**Chapter 14: Castle Rollingrock**
+ _Author's note: The following was inspired by Chapter 6 of this chain, ""Falling's Follies"" by Skip1934a. As with all the other chapters, the characters were pulled from the online personas of volunteer members of the Author's Hangout (with a touch of real life descriptions and such), but their actions, activities, and words are merely a function of the fantasy and should not be any indication of how they normally behave._
+The reluctant messenger trudged up the thick, wet grass of the embankment he'd fallen down. Served him right, he thought, for not noticing the ditch in the first place. Why Her Grace didn't have the sorcerers send out the invitations to those who were off the regular post or trade routes was beyond him. But, when he considered where he was headed, perhaps it wasn't possible for magical communication to make it through.
+""And, only someone like myself,"" he muttered, ""would be likely to agree to come out here by themselves for something as simple as a party invite, even for the Duchess of Florafawn."" Indeed, there were many reasons why he wasn't a fool like others—happy in the wearing of motley and carrying a jingling stick—but was known as The Fool...coarse, abrasive, but direct and insightful as well. All traits that were well suited for dealing with Castle Rollingrock. Or, more accurately, with its scion and that succubus of a half-sister of his.
+Fool finally returned to the road and headed back toward the lights gleaming through the fog ahead of him. It wasn't incredibly faster than moving through the brush, but it was level and the Fool didn't have to worry about picking up ticks. Of course, in the castle ahead, there were other bloodsuckers in search of fresh prey, but he'd deal with that if it came up.
+The jingle-jangle of a coach coming along the road behind him forced Fool to step carefully back into the grass. The driver slowed the horses as he noticed the figure beside the road and leaned down as if he was speaking to someone within the carriage. ""Whoa!"" he told the horses as he pulled the reins and stopped near to the Fool.
+An arm beckoned Fool closer from the window of the carriage. He made a step or two, just for show, but stayed well out of reach. He heard a low, throaty chuckle from within. ""Not trusting of strangers met on the open road, are we?"" a deep voice asked. ""A good precaution, especially on this road."" The speaker leaned partially out of the window and Fool could just make out the bearded chin and eyes that gleamed with a red glow from beneath the cover of a hooded cloak.
+""This is the way to Castle Rollingrock, yes?""
+Fool nodded and lit up one of his cigars. ""Yeah, I believe so.""
+""Good...very good...I have business there. Would you like a ride? You may sit beside my driver."" Fool nodded and stepped over to pull himself up onto the seat. The driver was slender and dressed in drab clothes that hid most of his physique to the less observant, but Fool marked him as being built like a man used to handling a carriage team and, possibly, of easily handling anyone who might try to waylay this coach.
+The man nodded and said, ""Woody, or so they call me.""
+""I'm just Fool. No other name fits me any longer.""
+Woody nodded again and snapped the reins. The horses took off and the coach set off once more. The men rode in silence. Fool pondering the odd passenger in the carriage behind him, and Woody thinking of whatever drivers think about during the quiet of the road.
+And, within the carriage, the man with the burning eyes thought about the envelope he bore and how he might be rewarded for the information he brought his Mistress.
+*******
+""Well? Where are the next group of entertainers? Do I have all day for this?""
+""No, my Lord, I am certain they are about to be here. They were preparing themselves just a short while ago."" Belegon disliked not having things go his way. A lesser man might have been beside themselves, but the current Chamberlain of Castle Rollingrock was barely flustered. Perhaps his body language conveyed a bit more anxiety, or his voice held just that touch of trembling that comes from not biting one's tongue, but—compared to his predecessors (of which the official count was six, but there was always that time when Lord Remec had just returned from Somerland, and no one knew how many servants he'd had and lost then), he was doing remarkably well.
+Lord Remec rose from his seat upon the dais at the far end of the audience chamber. ""Preparing, you say? The usual suite?"" He strode across the room as Belegon nodded, and headed down the hall to see what was holding things up.
+The door to the suite was closed, and Remec paused for a moment. He shook off the passing sense of courtesy, gave the door a swift series of knocks, and then opened it. He stopped, speechless, as he took in the scene before him.
+One of the castle's wenches was crouched on her hands and knees behind one of the performers. She lay with her body resting against the other woman's back and was in the process of nibbling her ears and neck. The other woman had her hands entwined in the hair of a male performer's head, holding him steady while they kissed.
+As Remec watched, the male performer gave the wench a nudge. The wench leaned herself across the other woman's body and began folding down the edge of the gown the woman wore. As her larger than fist sized breasts came into view, Remec licked his lips at the sight of them and then bit his lower one as the male performer palmed them both and began alternating between squeezing them softly and rubbing his hands against the thick, hard nipples in a circular motion.
+""Ahem.""
+The woman in the middle broke off the kiss to lazily look over the man's shoulder and meet Remec's eyes. ""Milord,"" she said with a nod of her head. ""Are we late for our audition? I'm afraid we got involved in a last bit of rehearsing."" The wench giggled and turned her own bright eyes to Remec as well.
+Remec swallowed to empty his salivating mouth and nodded. ""Yes, yes you are. But, by all means, continue, we shall consider this to be your audition.""
+""And how are we doing, so far?"" she asked as the man shifted down to fill his mouth with each breast in turn. She smiled at the way Lord Remec's pants were beginning to tent as he pulled a chair up close to the bed the trio lay on.
+""Most impressive,"" he said.
+Impressive laughed at the remark. ""Your Lordship has heard of me, yes? Or was that merely a verbal coincidence? No matter."" She shifted herself slightly on the bed to regard Remec directly and give her male companion better access to her bosom. ""What would your Lordship like to see?"" she asked as she brought her arm up to caress the side of the wench's face. She drew the woman's mouth to her and looked away from Remec for a moment. Remec considered his own desires as the women's tongues played together, and the male slid lower down still to fondle and adore Impressive's breasts while letting them be seen as much as possible.
+""You,"" Remec answered.
+With a tap to one tattooed shoulder, Impressive got the man to move and rose from the bed. She stepped closer to Remec, while the pair behind her continued auditioning. She regarded Remec up close and then smiled and shook the curls of her hair to refresh them from lying down. ""All of me?"" she asked.
+Remec nodded. ""Yes,"" he whispered.
+Slowly, Impressive smoothed out the front and sides of her gown in one fluid motion. Her breasts sat high and firm, still exposed from the titshelf built into the dress. She slipped her hands beneath them for a moment, as if presenting them even more to Remec, and then tucked her fingers inside the edge of the gown and pulled the loose ties farther apart and shrugged the dress off her shoulders. As it fell to her hips, she removed each arm from its sleeve and then let the whole gown drop to a pile at her feet.
+Behind her, the couple could just be made out disrobing as well, and the wench began lavishing kisses along the tattooed man's cock. She then turned sideways to Remec and knelt upon the bed. The man moved to press up against her ass and Remec could just hear the sound of the wench being penetrated.
+They began rocking against one another, but Remec was only tangentially aware of them and their actions. His attention and focus was on the curvy body before him. Impressive turned to one side and then the other, showing off her profile to him, and then pirouetted to display her backside as well. Remec's breathing slowed as he drunk in all the facets of the pale performer, and he leaned back in his seat to subtly adjust the tension of his slacks against his cock.
+""And? What next?"" Impressive asked as she stopped showing off and stood squared up to Remec once more. As she had shifted about, she stepped from within her dress and kicked it off under the bed. She was confident she knew what he would say. In fact, confidence was readily apparent in all of her body language and even in her gaze, and drew Remec in as much, if not more than, the way she looked.
+Remec stood up slowly. A slight sound at the doorway made him turn his head. Chamberlain Belegon was there. He bore a unusually worried look to his face. Remec arched an eyebrow as he found little that ever worried Belegon, and motioned to the man to be quick.
+""Milord, a dark carriage has arrived. They have picked up a servant of Her Grace, Duchess Falling, who has a message for you. The passenger of the carriage has already gone to your sister's chambers."" Chamberlain Belegon paused moment. ""It was the Shadowed One.""
+""Lovely,"" sighed Remec. He turned back to Impressive and stepped close to her. ""I am needed elsewhere. You will dine with me this evening?"" He brushed a hand against her cheek and gazed into the swirling mix of brown and green of her eyes. He leaned in and gently kissed her lips, then turned to go.
+Impressive laughed. ""So, successful audition?""
+Remec nodded. ""Indeed.""
+******
+Dripping water echoed down the long, dark hallway. It mingled with the sounds of low moans that reached Nosferatuness' keen ears, but came from somewhere beyond the range of even her vision. She sometimes wished the Mistress would let her wander about at will to explore all the tunnels, side passages, and chambers that Castle Rollingrock's lower levels held.
+Much of it was dungeons, Nosferatuness knew, but not all. There were places where things happened that mutually benefited both parties involved. She'd participated in many such events at her Mistress' direction, but sometimes she just wanted to watch. The thought of quietly standing in the shadows to bear witness to what others might call an atrocity was a comforting image when her day had grown dull.
+Nosferatuness had considered that the Mistress might very well be open to such a request, but it was not her place to make requests of Her in even the least of ways. So she walked where and when she was told to, and reveled in the delight at fulfilling Her wishes and commands. She especially loved tasks such as this evening's.
+She stopped before a cell and rose to her tiptoes to peer through the small square of bars at the prisoner within. She smiled. Breaking the righteous was always such a pleasure. Her tongue flicked lightly over her lips and brushed itself against one of her fangs. Perhaps She would let me indulge myself for just a taste, she thought.
+Inside the squalid room, a figure was chained to the far wall. He normally had the run of the entire cell, but the chains could be wound up so as to bind their wearer flat against the wall or hang them at an angle. This was how he was positioned currently. Arms above his head and slightly forward, but extended so as to leave his chest open. He was not naked, but his shirt was tattered and ripped down the center, while his pants had frayed cuffs and no crotch to cover his genitals.
+""Who's there?"" he asked. ""I can sense your presence, you know. It does no good to pretend I am unaware of you."" Nosferatuness ignored the question and wafted through the opening in the door. The man twitched as the inherent chill of her mist form briefly brushed over his skin and reached deep into his flesh. ""I should have known it would be you. Are you the only tormentor here? What is your damn name?""
+He turned his head at the slight shift in temperature as Nosferatuness reformed nearby. Silently, she reached out a single talon and ran it slowly down the inside of the man's thigh. A moan escaped his lips before he steeled himself and leaned his weight more firmly upon the chain holding him at an angle to the floor. The pressure of the steel cutting into his wrists helped clear his head.
+Nosferatuness ran the finger back the other way on the man's skin. As she brushed her hand against his crotch, she opened it to let his sack rest in her palm. Squeezing, just a little, brought another sound of both desperation and desire from the prisoner.
+It also roused his cock.
+Contrary to what was expected, as Nosferatuness' cold breath enveloped the growing erection before her, it pulsed and bobbed and the prisoner could feel nothing but heat in his entire pelvic area—abdomen, groin, balls, shaft and cock head. Even the tops of his thighs felt warmer than before Nosferatuness had begun her work.
+She smiled at the ease with which she had brought him to full hardness. Teasingly, she stroked his shaft with the edges of her talons and flicked her tongue across the purple tip as well as over the light coloured pressure lines the claws left behind on his cock. Mistress, she thought, is there more for me to do here?
+High within the suite of rooms she enjoyed as a permanent guest of Castle Rollingrock, Nosferatuness' Mistress sat before what appeared to be an oversized wash basin. She gazed upon the waters before her and nodded to herself as the scene in the cell played out. Her minion was nothing if not talented. If not for the restriction placed on her by the Power she served, she would enjoy Nosferatuness' talons and tongue for her own pleasure.
+""No,"" she said to the image before her. ""Bring him to the edge several times, however you would like, and then return to me here."" She picked up a fancily decorated envelope and turned it over in her hand to reread the writing upon it. ""I believe I have another mission for you. And messages to carry.""
+As you wish, Nosferatuness thought back. She took the man's cock in her hand and began stroking it. He bit his lip and tried to draw himself back from her, but her grip was fast and not to be denied. He tried to summon up the picture of his beloved Katrina, but all that came to mind was the slight form and faceless curves that might as well been his torturer. He inwardly cursed himself as he felt himself about to come, when Nosferatuness stopped.
+""Damn you!""
+Nothing came in response besides a low giggle, and then the warming chill began anew as a tongue ran itself along one ear and a familiar talon slowly began tracing circles about a nipple. He moaned as his disappointed cock began rising once more.
+*******
+Remec shook his head and sighed as he walked briskly down the hall followed closely behind by the Chamberlain. It was bad enough that he was saddled with having his father's daughter in the castle, but to have to deal with all the assorted Dark creatures and beings that thought nothing of just dropping by to visit with her—or worse, give her oaths of fealty and do whatever perversion might pop into her little feline head—that was more than just the usual headache.
+He reentered the audience chamber and found an old man sitting on one of the best chairs. He had a cigar in one hand and the other was inching its way beneath the short skirt of one of the ladies that seemed to always be about the court.
+""Ooh, how exciting,"" Sarahh was saying. ""And you came all this way by yourself?""
+""Well, the Duchess of Florafawn wanted this message delivered, and I hate to see a lovely lady's desires go unfulfilled,"" The Fool answered. He shifted Sarahh a bit as she sat on his knee and brought his face perilously close to her bosom. He blinked as if to reassure himself he wasn't dreaming, and leaned his face against Sarahh's chest. Fool gave a pleasing sort of sigh and let his hand fondle the noblewoman's bottom under her skirt.
+""Have you any unfulfilled desires, milady?""
+Sarahh squirmed a bit, trying to make the most of the hand and fingers beneath her, and tried to catch her breath enough to speak. ""Oooh...do I,"" was all she managed to get out however before she noticed Remec and the Chamberlain in the doorway.
+""Oh! My Lord Remec! I was just...um...."" Sarahh's face reddened slightly as she tried to regain her feet without losing any of her gown to the Fool's fingers. Remec laughed and shook his head, motioning Sarahh to remain where she was.
+""I can see quite well what you were just,"" Remec said. ""It seems my day to be interrupting people who were just, or being interrupted—as the case may be."" He glanced back to Belegon and then to Fool. ""You must be the messenger I was told of. And quite a man of words you are to have our Lady Sarahh in hand so soon.""
+The Fool shrugged. ""Sometimes I manage a good turn of phrase, so I've been told, but I am merely a Fool spouting foolish things."" He sat up more properly in the chair (the motion bringing Lady Sarahh's bottom away from his hand and up against his lap. Fool cleared his throat to cover any other noise he might make as his lap flexed at the touch of the flesh resting on it.
+""I bear an invitation for your Lordship from Her Grace, Duchess Falling of Florafawn, to attend a gathering of notable personages for drink, feasting, dancing, and whatever else may come to pass,"" Fool told Remec as he produced the gilded envelope from one of his pockets. He held it out and Remec motioned for the Chamberlain to get it.
+Remec took the envelope, opened it, and scanned the note within. ""Lady Sarahh, if it would not be too troubling for you to leave us gentlemen alone that we may speak with...Fool...about his trip and other items of note?""
+Sarahh rose slowly from her seat and bowed deeply to Remec. ""Not at all your Lordship. Chamberlain, Fool..."" she curtsied to the others and began to leave. As she backed up beyond Remec and the Chamberlain's sight, she mouthed to Fool, ""Later?"" To which The Fool smiled and nodded. Sarahh left the audience chamber beaming.
+""Now then,"" Remec began, ""tell us about the carriage that picked you up? I am especially interested in anything its passenger might have said about their purpose here in the castle.""
+As the gentlemen began their talk, Lady Sarahh made her way down the hall and tried to decide what outfit might be best to wear that evening for the feasting. No feast had yet been announced, but with a messenger from a duchess in the castle at the same time that Her Ladyship had noble company visiting, it was a likely event. She had just about made up her mind on one of the more relaxed gowns she owned—a mid-calf piece from Draugia that swayed when she walked, even more when she danced, and was easily hiked up or removed if anything should develop that required a gown to function so—when she became aware of a series of moans, low thumps, and rough breathing from a room up ahead of her.
+She approached the chamber cautiously, prepared to scream out if need be. Within she saw one of the castle servants lying upon a bed with a woman between her thighs and a well defined, tattooed man slowly pushing his cock in and out of her mouth. Sarahh's eyes grew wide even as her hands were undoing the ties of her gown and her feet were carrying her into the room and sliding back to shut the door.
+The sound of the door moving made the trio glance towards it, and the wench freed her mouth to welcome the newcomer. ""Hello, milady. I'd curtsy if I could, you know me,"" she said. Sarahh laughed as she knelt to join Impressive.  
+""Not as well as I'm about to,"" Sarahh said. She gave Impressive a look that said May I? as clearly as if she'd spoken aloud, and Impressive made room to let Sarahh lean in and give the servant's pussy a gentle kiss that broadened quickly as her tongue came out to lap at the mingled juices flowing from the woman.
+""Mmm...you do that so well, milady. This is the Lady Sarahh,"" she said haltingly. She bit her lip slightly. ""Milady this is Willie the Slyc,"" she said as she stroked the man's long cock and then bobbed her head over it's length once more.
+""And I'm Imp,"" Impressive said as she took Sarahh's head away from the wench's pussy and gave her a long, deep, welcoming kiss. She broke the kiss and let Sarahh return to licking and sucking. Impressive ran her tongue about Sarahh's earlobe and reached a hand up to fondle on of her breasts. ""It's a pleasure to meet you, Sarahh,"" Imp said.
+She moved around behind the noblewoman, kissing and nipping lightly at Sarahh's flesh. Imp spread Sarahh's asscheeks, and smelled the scent of arousal already upon the woman. ""Hmm, someone came prepared,"" Imp said. ""Or mostly so."" She then leaned forward and circled Sarahh's rosebud with her tongue. Sarahh stopped for a moment and a shudder ran the length of her body.
+Impressive chuckled and caught Willie's eye. ""Oh yes, meeting you is very much a pleasure,"" she added as she began rimming Sarahh and fingering her further dampening pussy. She let her tongue open up Sarahh's asshole for a while and then began fingering that as well, filling the noblewoman and making her slowly begin thrusting her hips back towards Impressive.
+Willie pulled his cock from the wench's mouth and stepped around by Impressive. He knelt down and put himself between Sarahh's cheeks while Impressive held them apart a bit. ""Nice,"" he said as he let himself penetrate her ass and begin slowly feeding his entire shaft into her.
+""Ohhhh,"" Sarahh cooed. She stopped eating the wench's pussy and gripped the other woman's thighs. ""Oh yeah,"" she said. Her voice was deeper and held a sense of hunger beneath her words. ""I've been needing that all day...give it to me, Willie.""
+""Yes, milady,"" Willie said as he picked up the pace. Impressive giggled as she stayed where she could watch Willie fuck Sarahh's ass. Behind her, the wench drew herself out from below Sarahh and slipped a pillow beneath her arms and face. She then leaned forward to fondle Impressive's asscheecks.
+Impressive gave a glance over her shoulder and caught the wench's eye. ""Go on,"" she said as she knelt and bent herself over. The wench laughed and let her hand explore Impressive's openings, inserting a finger in her pussy and then kneeling herself and planting kisses and teasing swipes of her tongue on Impressive's inner thighs and the flesh around her sex.
+""I intend to.""
+*******
+Remec handed the reply to Fool. ""Take this answer back to Her Grace, you can leave first thing in the morning."" Fool sighed and nodded. Remec laughed. ""Very well, first thing after you wake tomorrow, fair enough?""
+""Your Lordship is nothing if not understanding."" Fool reached into one of his pockets and drew out a pair of cigars. He offered one to Remec, and the other to Chamberlain Belegon, then took out another for himself and lit it off a candle from a nearby table.
+""I wish I was of more help, I really didn't speak much with either the owner of the carriage I rode in with or his driver."" Fool lounged back on the settee he'd gotten comfortable upon and blew smoke rings at the ceiling between his words. Remec stood. quickly. ""A driver? Of course, it's not like even the Shadowed One would so freely use his powers as to bring a carriage here without someone to drive the team. Come, let's see what we can discover from this man.""
+""Woody,"" Fool said. ""He said his name was Woody. I believe he was seeing to the horses and then was planning on getting something to eat from the kitchen.""
+""Well, let's see whether that's so,"" replied Remec. He headed through the halls towards the kitchen, followed by Fool and Belegon. They discovered that the kitchen was quiet and no one seemed to be about. Remec looked at his Chamberlain. Then they both turned to regard Fool. He glanced about to see what they were looking at and then shook his head.
+""Don't look at me, I'm just visiting.""
+""He has a point, your Lordship,"" Belegon said. ""I don't understand where the entire kitchen staff could be. It is very unlike Abstruse. You know what a tight ship she runs.""
+""True, but she lives up to her name. There are times when I think I will never understand....what was that?"" He turned away from Belegon to step further into the room and listened carefully. He motioned towards the small hallway in the rear that led to storerooms and pantries. Belegon nodded and stepped up beside Remec to flank the hall and begin heading down it.
+Fool laughed lightly and began making himself a sandwich.
+The sounds were quite faint. Moans and thumps and what might be speech could just be made out coming from the door at the end of the hall. Remec gave Belegon a questioning look and the Chamberlain leaned close to whisper, ""Dining area for the kitchen staff and other castle workers.""
+Remec nodded and stepped up to the door and flung it wide open.
+Upon the long wooden table in the center of the room, a pair of shapely women could be seen sitting astride a lean but muscular man. Magica had her skirts off and was rubbing her pussy against the man's lips and the lengthy tongue was lapping the juices flowing onto his chin while her fellow wench, while Angelicminx rode the man's equally lengthy cock. She had also dropped her skirts, but her top was also undone and her large breasts bounced and jiggled with each energetic rise and fall she made.
+Abstruse sat to one side, taking in the whole scene, with her legs propped up and spread apart. Between her pale thighs, Remec could see another of the kitchen staff--a younger woman with hair in a ponytail that everyone called ""Ghost""--teasingly kissing and licking Abstruse's thighs and pussy. The older woman glanced at the doorway and nodded.
+""Hello, Remec.""
+""Hello, Abs...on a break, are we?""
+The Castle Rollingrock kitchen mistress laughed and shrugged. ""He wanted something to eat, and all of us began with the usual innuendos, and...well, here we are...shall I have them stop?""
+Remec shook his head as he began undoing his pants. ""Not on your life."" He moved up behind Angelicminx and fondled the redhead's thighs and ass. She turned and looked at him over her shoulder. He leaned against her and kissed her deeply. She moaned as Remec's own cock brushed against her and settled into the space beneath and between her cheeks.
+""Milord...""
+He silenced her with another kiss while one hand slid his cock back and began rubbing against Woody's shaft and Minx' pussy getting his fingers slick. Remec then moved back and spread Minx' cheeks to start licking and fondling her anus. Minx cooed and began riding Woody that much harder, then gasped slightly as Remec let a finger penetrate her other opening.
+She rode both cock and finger for a while, biting her lip as Remec continued loosening her up. He then positioned himself behind her and eased his cock into her ass. All four people involved let out another series of moans and pleasurable noises as the feeling between Remec and Minx spread to Woody and Magica as well.
+And even across the gap to Abstruse and Ghost. The older woman had one hand on the other's head, feeling the softness of her hair and occasionally playing with the ponytail as means of indicating when Ghost had found a good rhythm or had her fingers and tongue in just the right spot.
+While Chamberlain Belegon stood in the doorway and tried to convince himself the dining room's table would hold the weight of a fifth person. Finally, he quietly stripped down and moved the table's bench right up beside it and stood so as to offer his cock to Magica. She looked up at him with the most radiant, deep blue eyes Belegon could ever recall seeing and rose higher, pretty much sitting on Woody's mouth and tongue, to undo the bindings covering her bosom and enfold Belegon's cock between her globes.
+He nodded his approval and began thrusting his shaft back and forth in the valley of Magica's cleavage until she finally let him free to brush the slick tip of his cock against her lips. She opened her mouth and licked at the purplish head, taking hold of the shaft and leaning to let Belegon brace himself better. Magica gave the Chamberlain one more look and then slipped her lips over his cock and let the whole thing enter her mouth and throat.
+Fool watched from the doorway. He slowly chewed a bite of his sandwich as he took in the entire tableau. Mistress Abstruse, whom he'd met when he arrived, seemed to be in her element as she let herself be pleasured by another young protégé while watching a multilevel scene she, no doubt, had orchestrated. He smiled as he backed out and shut the door behind him.
+""I think I'm off to find that Lady Sarahh,"" Fool said to himself. ""Then I have a letter to deliver."" He laughed. ""I hope Duchess Falling is ready for anything. Because that's exactly what she's going to get."" Fool turned to one side and cocked his head, then back in another one and smiled with a nod.
+""Isn't that so, milady?""
+Standing before her mirror-basin, Lord Remec's half-sister gazed into the scrying pool and raised an eyebrow. ""But of course,"" she said, although she was fairly certain The Fool was only aware of her spying and not her thoughts or words. She turned to look at the bed across the room from her where Nosferatuness was wiping her lips of cum and misting over to her side.
+""Both of you go ahead,"" she told both her female servant as well as the man Nosferatuness had just serviced. ""I will go with my brother.""
+""Do you think that wise, Mistress?"" asked the man as he finished dressing and drew his cloak about his shoulders, leaving the hood down for now.
+""My dear Duke of Shadows, the invitation was clearly for the named guest and their household."" She gave him a slender smile that had signaled the end of many a lesser man. ""Am I not is sister?""
+Deathlynx chuckled. ""Yes, Mistress, as you say.""
+""Go then, I have much to do once you're on the road.""
+SelenaKittyn watched the pair depart her chambers and then eased herself back onto the cushions of her daybed and rekindled the waters of the scrying pool. ""And, first of all, I believe a little pleasure is not out of place."""
+8,AH Fantasies Ch. 15,Serenn,Chain Stories,2007-05-10,2007-05-10,2022-01-08 03:46:16,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/ah-fantasies-ch-15,A tale of both pain and pleasure.,"['Authors', 'Husband', 'Wife', 'Writers']",3.82,"_Okay, this is my first AH Chapter and I'm a little nervous about what you all might think, and I may not do this right, but this story was so great to me and I found the perfect people to use in it. I'm using Joe Wordsworth, Trombonus and Rachlou, but I'm just calling them by shorter versions for sake of reality. I hope you enjoy it._
+P.S- I rushed the last half due to CPU crappage and a school schedule that told me to go kill myself again and again, but I got it finished finally, even though it definitely isn't as good as the first.
+**
+The kind of relationship Rach and Joe had was beyond happiness and comfort, they could do anything together, talk about anything, or be anything with each other. In fact, they were the kind of people more likely to act like two childhood friends than a married couple, but that was the greatest thing about them. They had met in highschool, and lead a very energetic and promiscuous lifestyle. Since the two were so keen on eachother, even the sexual fantasies they talked about were made true, sometimes even within their group of friends.
+The group included Joe's best friend Trom, he was kind, funny, smart, and the cutest cat-lover anyone could ever meet. During grad year Joe had become aware of Rach's attraction to Trom, even though he and Joe were in many ways alike, and were quite the riot together during social events with the group of friends. Further into grade twelve, after Trom had broken off with his long- time girlfriend, Joe proposed the idea that the three should, 'spend a night together.' He agreed, and since then Rach had always been attracted to Trom, despite the fact that he was happily married as well, though she couldn't help but wonder why he hardly brought her around with him the numerous times he came to visit Joe in their apartment.
+***
+As Rach cleared the final lap of her kitchen and living room, she set down her silky burmese cat-pal on the sofa, hearing the ding of the oven go off. She hummed to herself a little bit as she slid across the tile floor in her socks, opening up the oven and bending down to check on the lasagna. She poked a fork into it before shutting the oven door -- another hour would do. She stood up and let out a long sigh, crossing her arms and tilting her head back, her ponytail sliding between her shoulder blades slightly. It was unusual having nothing to do, on a day like this she would most likely be up in the office waist deep in paperwork, bouncing off one thing or another. Time off is what she always wanted, but now that she had it, with Joe's absence it was less than exciting.
+Rach turned and scratched her forehead with the heel of her hand hidden beneath the loose sleeve of her light blue dress shirt that she wore that day mindless of the yellow pajama pants she wore beneath it. It was five pm, and she still wore her nocturnal dress, just as unusual as having time off. Rolling up her sleeves she made her way to the pile of dishes on the counter. She ran the tap and gazed out the window in front of her. It was still light out with children playing in the quiet street in front of the suburban apartment building. She noticed cars driving by a block away, her neighbor spraying down his SUV, and momentarily afterward, she heard the loud sound of the front door opening and closing in quick succession. Rach payed no attention, it wasn't Joe, he wasn't due home until about 9pm.
+""Rach!"" She heard a voice call, the visitor sounding like a child demanding attention.
+""Trom!"" Rach replied in the same enthusiasm while maintaining her focus and facial expression, wiping down the dish in her hands. Sliding across the floor sideways, a tall man with a five o'clock shadow, and scruffy chestnut brown hair entered the room, flipping a random picture upside down on the fridge and sliding it next to the icemaker, introducing his presence in the familiar way, energetic and entertaining.
+""Hey, where's Joe?"" He asked breathing short and rapidly.
+""It's monday evening Trom."" Rach said with a discrete smile on her face, imagining the perplexed look on Trom's face when he replied;
+""Oh...well then, I ran for nothing.""
+""Why did you run here? It's a five minute drive, don't you have a car?"" Rach teased.
+""Well,"" Trom started as he took a seat on the counter and Rach continued to pile the dishes on the rack to her right. ""The Mrs. has it tonight, she's over on the east side visiting one of her woman friends.""
+""You mean Trina, the one with the fetus."" Rach said back matter-of-factly.
+Trom paused for a moment and then continued to look confused at Rach's back.
+""She's pregnant?""
+Snickering Rach turned to look Trom in the eye as if to say, ""Woah, what?"" before shaking her head and laughing as Trom donned an embellished expression of mock bewilderment.
+""What... Did you think she was on bedrest because it's her hobby to carry a large number of basketballs under her huge dress? Wait... that would make her tummy rather lumpy looking.""
+Trom nodded sarcastically. ""Actually I thought she was smuggling narcotics... Hence is why my wife's always at her place.""
+""Oh snap!""
+Entertaining Rach was a pass-time of Trom's and the two had become companions ever since Joe had landed a promotion and reaped extra hours in the office. Since Rach was on vacation Trom always swung by to keep her company. Though most conversations where punctuated with sarcasm and teasing, they were a sidesplitting duo. Every time Rach heard Trom enter the house, no matter how convincing her apparent indifference seemed, she recognized his footsteps and felt butterflies upon his every arrival. However, she reminded herself that Trom was friends with everyone, especially Joe, and Trom had no interest in her whatsoever anyhow. She figured he had always thought, since she was fifteen that she was too young for him, and his present monogamy seemed firmly established to her.
+Trom's marriage seemed to sacrifice excitement for security. Though it was a happy arrangement, it certainly wasn't perfect. It wasn't necessarily that he intended to pursue a relationship with Rach, just that he regretted his failure to seize the opportunity before he was married. He was aware that Joe would willingly facilitate that liaison as long as he was in the room, but Trom stubbornly rejected that opportunity as well out of his desire to stay loyal so that despite his impatience, he could continue to sleep at night.
+""You're a gem, you know that?"" Rach teased again as she attended to the dishes once more. Trom hopped down from the counter moving mischieviously. He rolled up his sleeves and shrugged his shoulders moving his head from side to side as if cracking his neck before entering a boxing ring. Suddenly his hands dove into the sink, splashing water all over the place. Rach squealed, scrunching up her face as she recoiled to the left, raising her right shoulder as a shield.
+""Oh... my, god!... Trom!"" she laughingly protested, the water spraying her on the face and the chest of her shirt.
+""Don't be screaming my name just yet. We haven't even gotten past first base."" He finished his sentence off with a strange look that involved his tongue sticking out slightly, Rach just glared at him and laughed, feeling those insistent butterflies again. It seemed as though she was being teased, as if this was Trom's attempt at egging her on. Knowing, however, that these were just his 'amusing' ways, she attempted to subdue the feeling of excitement and fight back.
+""Ever since highschool Trom. You're a real player aren't you?"" She attempted sarcasm, trying to mimic the way Trom did it first. However, now he had the same tickling sensation happening in the pit of his stomach.
+""Oh, so you aren't interested?""
+""Ew! You've got wife cooties!"" She replied, wearing the same look that conveyed that she was jesting. Just then Trom ran his soapy hands through his hair, arching his back, closing his eyes and sticking his tongue out till it touched his chin. He continued to satirically reenact a shampoo commercial as Rach began to laugh.
+""What the hell are you doing!"" She said mid-laughter
+""You mean..."" He started as his hands circled around his chest before scratching at his stomach. ""You don't wanna get...with...this?"" He stopped and then looked over to Rach with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, and a 'seductive' look about his eyes.
+""You are so bloody odd!"" Rach sputtered between laughter.
+""You're my inspiration."" He said as his hands dipped once more into the water retrieving a fistful of cutlery before throwing it unceremoniously into the rack, in a sudden surprisingly awkward motion that was humorous in itself. ""In fact, it's the same inspiration that pushes me...ahem."" He paused to put on a 'serious' face that seemed to gaze through a hole in the wall and with an artificially nervous sounding voice he began again. ""Over the edge... when... well you see... when a man and his hand love each other very very much"", he finished with his eyes shifting side to side.
+The battle of secrets was had taken up momentum of its own, neither of them comprehending what had been set it motion.
+Rach rolled her eyes, and couldn't help but beam as the conversation became progressively amusing. She donned a valley girl accent and flipped her hair back, resting her weight on her hip as she scrubbed another glass from the sink.
+""Do you like, think of what you like, want to like, do to me?""
+Trom paused momentarily, feeling his stomach backflip as he appeared outwardly unphased.
+""Like totally."" Said Trom imitating Rach's accent.
+Rach pushed him farther.
+""like...what?"" Her voice drifted off as she noticed him planting his gaze on her for more than a second. He was admiring the subtle arch of her body which made itself readily apparent even through the loose dress shirt covered it up. Just the sight of this made Trom want to reconsider hours of thoughtful deliberation on a subject that had recently plagued his mind, and ruin a perfectly good dress shirt.
+""Like..."" His accent broke down like a station wagon and he cleared his throat and before he knew it, the boundaries he'd set in place began to buckle at the persuasion of the current situation. His right hand emerged from the water and came to rest on her right thigh, so that his arms were crossed a bit awkwardly in front of him. Rach's senses perked up, and she let him touch her, indulging herself with in his touch.
+""And then what..."" She whispered quickly, her hands trembling with excitement as she felt the approach of his breathe, and his deep voice answering her this time without all of the affectation. Her eyes closed as she struggled to contain her arousal, she began to dampen in the anticipation brought on by even the slightest touch.
+""And then..."" He trailed off as he bent down slowly, but keeping his lips slightly parted near her ear as his fingers skimmed her inner thigh. Rach exhaled sharply, and tilted her head back subconciously, but corrected herself as she realized this. Trom felt pressure beneath his jeans as the tip of his tongue ran across his lips and he swallowed having kept his mouth open too long.
+""And... th-"" Rach spoke but Trom cut her off as he stowed his words and moved behind her, letting three fingers probe the location between her thighs where he suspected her clit to be before pressing down hard. Though the exact spot was elusive due to her loose fitting pants she responded in a way that encouraged him with a sudden gasp and by grasping the wrist of the hand he used.
+Rach lurched forward and steadied herself with her left hand as Trom pressed his erection against her through his trousers, pressing on an opening that he would soon discover had already become enticingly wet.
+As Trom's breath escaped Rach could feel it's heat against the nape of her neck as his left hand ran up her left side into her ponytail, catching a piece of the hairtie and pulling it out so that her soft, flowing hair grazed her shoulders. He burried his face in the crook of her neck as she replaced the hand on his wrist to the back of his head, becoming less composed with each firm clench of his fingers.
+Rach could feel Trom's buldge in his jeans pressing against her lower back as she leaned forward. Trom then began to run his fingers through her hair softly, starting from her forhead and drawing towards the back, she seemed mesmerized, and he felt needed.
+Suddenly Rach turned around and pulled him into a lustful kiss be planting both of her hands on the back of his neck. Trom fell into it, and immediatly began to drown in passion as Rach's tongue fought for his. Her hands were so gentle, and so forbidden, and yet they felt like they absolutley had to have him. Rach ravaged his lips, and he immediatly embraced her withhis arms and his torso, as he began to unbotton her dress shirt. Rach didn't hold back, she tilted her head back and bit her bottom lip slightly as Trom hungrily went for her neck. As the loose dress shirt began to fall down her shoulders Rach moved her hands to begin tearing open his jeans. As soon as the dress shirt had bunched up around her elbows, Trom's zipper was down and button undone just enough for her to reach in and pull out his cock. But just as she did so, Trom yanked down her pajama pants and scooped her up, planting her on the edge of the sink, then hooked his right middle finger around the smooth fabric of her panties and pulled it to the side, for a moment admiring the wet silk he felt on the back of his fingers. He then positioned his tip as best as he could before steadily pushing himself into her, Rach clutched Trom's shoulders as he once again connected his body with hers, only this time internally as well as externally.
+Rach gave a soft whimper as she let one of her arms slip from his shoulders and swipe accross the counter, sending dirty glasses crashing to the floor, simulatneously feeling Trom's pelvis jerk forward at a slow but strong pace. She couldn't hear the dishes crash as she arched her back, leaning on the hand that she let drop from him. Her other however, was clutched onto his shirt, and her hair swirled on the top of the counter as she let her head fall backwards. Troma dmired the wonderful curves of her body as he brought his right hand to her lower back and ran it up her spine softly, his other hand on her hip. Rach let out a more throaty whimper that sent chills down Trom's spine, giving him that feeling in his stomach whenever she moved a certain way.
+Rach's body swelled with excitement as Trom began a faster steady pace. She sat up straight with her eyes closed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders once again, as he slid his fingers up and down her back gently. He so badly wanted to ravage her and her forbidden body, but he wanted to be gentle to her, because this was more than just a quickie affair. Trom stopped to think only for a second of what Joe might think if he were to find out, but then he remembered their open relationship...but Trom hadn't asked Joe beforehand. His thoughts were drowned out by Rach's high-pitched moan, he took that as his cue and sped up still keeping intertwined with her. Trom ran his fingers up her neck and into her hair, grasping it gently and basking in the shudder that resulted.
+Rach could feel herself even now beginning to reach her peak as the pleasure grew stronger, tighter, and more intense. Her moans became obvious now, right next to Trom's ear, which aroused hime ven moreso that he held back the urge to jackhammer into her, until she gave him the order to.
+""Harder.."" she managed to push out, which sounded more like a desperate cry for help. Immediatly Trom's doubts in the back of his mind that she may have been putting on a show disappeared. She looked so good to him and he had to consider it. But he obeyed. A low grunt came out of his throat as he took one of the legs that was wrapped around his waist and lifted it daringly over his shoulder. He squeezed onto her calf and exposed his facial expressions to her, which she caught, and noted his concentration on making her feel good. He didn't go much faster, but he pumped her harder. With every stroke he pushed his pelvis so hard that a slapping sound was heard loud and clear between the two of them, and Rach's heart jumped.
+He didn't want to tell her he was about to cum in fear that she wasn't ready yet, but as soon as her little squeals became a bit more shrill, he felt a twitch on the inside of her underneath his shaft. He let all of his breathe go out of him in a sound of extreme pleasure, and said the words that set Rach off.
+""I'm going to cum.."" He whispered. He said it quickly, and Rach could feel his body trembling, and the beads of sweat on his forehead dropping onto her. Rach helped him along as she felt clench after clench inside of her, and thrusted her hips back. Again and again she tensed until she felt it, the wave of pleasure shooting through her thighs and up into her chest. Rach let out a tensed screech as she drove her fingernails into Trom's upper back and clung to him, pressing her face into his chest. Her electrifyed response set him off, as he burried his own face in the crook of her neck and released a shakey breathe and low-pitch grunt. He exploded inside of her as his entire lower body twitched, and the two collapsed within eachother, intertwined until Rach had finally gathered herself.
+***
+Rach lay awake in her bed until her bedside clock-radio had turned 9:30pm. She finally began to drift into sleep when she woke with a start, sitting up and looking next to her, finding no one. She heard footsteps outside, and she then felt relaxed, and peeled off her comforter, making her way towards her expected husband in the living room.
+""Joe?"" She called, as he turned around in full view from behind the fridge door. He finished the bite of his apple and set it on the counter, still in his blazer it seemed he had just entered the house.
+""I thought you had already gone to sleep."" Joe mentioned as he opened his arms. Rach immediatley walked towards him with a warm smile on her face and wrapped her arms around his middle, for a second forgetting about the 4 hours before.
+""Why so quiet?"" Joe said curiously as he looked down at his bride, and for a moment Rach found it hard to look at him, but she looked up and smiled after a few seconds, shaking her head confidently.
+""Nothing, just tired."" She replied.
+He leaned down and kissed her forehead, taking another massive bite of the apple and taking off his blazer, and setting it neatly on the table before swallowing the rest of the fruit. Joe began to undoe his shirt, revealing the white wife beater underneath as he tilted his head to the side a bit at the sleepy Rach.
+""Why don't you head to sleep, love? I'll be there in a little bit.""
+Rach looked up from the ground, and sort of shook herself into looking at her husband in the eye, not wanting to move in fear that it would give something away.
+""I will in a few minutes."" She answered as she turned her back. Joe suddenly found himself staring at the ground as well, and noticed a sharp of glass underneath the cabinet, he cocked his left eyebrow and then looked to the fridge, seeing the overturned magnet by the icemaker.
+""Did Trom stop by today?"" Joe called before Rach went out of sight, her heart almost stopped.
+She turned around stiffly, ""Yes, "" she replied with a little bit of a stutter, ""Like he does everyday.""
+""Rach, are you okay? You seem...distraught"" Joe said as he stepped a bit closer, as Rach's eyes went to the floor.
+""No no, I'm okay, just tired."" RAch smiled again, attempting to cover herself as she turned her back. She looped around the middle section between the study and the kitchen, staring at the floor, hoping to make it to their bed, when she was stopped suddenly by Joe's figure right in front of her.  
+""You were with him weren't you?"" Joe snapped, and Rach's heart raced, but before she could fully answer he cut her off.
+""You were! You were with him and you're trying to keep it from me, why?"" He demanded
+Everything was happening so fast, one minute her husband was concerned, the next minute he was badgering her with questiosn she had no time to answer.
+""Joe, you're scaring me"" Rach whimpered as Joe narrowed his eyes and looked before her.
+""I want you to tell me the truth!"" Joe ordered, raising his voice.
+""No, no I didn't I-"" She was cute off again when Joe siezed her throat and backed her hard into the wall, when she hit it she let out another pitiful whimper.
+""Stop, Joe!"" She tried to push out with the pressure on her throat growing.
+""What? Was he gentle?"" He ordered as he pressed even harder. Rach felt her eyes almost roll into the back of her head as she clutched his wrist with her left hand and tried to pry it off her,\
+""No-no he-"" She attempted one more time to convince him nothing happened, but again it had failed and Joe twisted it to his advantage.
+""Oh, so he was rough then?"" Joe clenched his teeth and with his free hand pulled her shirt open and siezed one of her breasts, squeezing it hard enough to leave white fingerprints on her pinkish skin. Rach let out a quick sigh of pain as he began to move his hand in a circular motion, and press up against her. She could feel his erection stiff against her stomach,a nd was instantly reminded of how soft and sweet she had experienced Trom's against her back, which is when Joe took her by the shoulder and spun her around so fast that she didn't protect her cheek from smacking against the wall.
+Rach whimpered again in pain as she pleaded for himt o stop, but Joe only took it as encouragment. Joe grabbed the hair on the back of her head and wrenched it back, creating a painful curve of Rach's body as he undid it his pants as quick as possible, and then slipped hers down as well. Her yellow pajama pants hung down only to her knees that were bent outward as Joe dipped his fingers into the wetness that had already occured. Rach let out another sigh, she was still astonished and frightened by Joe's way of dealing with something she hardly thought were anger him as much as make him compete, but feeling his familiar technique, different in a way, was still pleasing.
+""You're already wet Rach, is that from me or from him?"" He pulled harder on her hair as she squeezed her eyes shut, she almost forgot about the hold he had. He pressed another finger inside of her, now making it three, and then spread them as wide as he could, and turned them from left to right. Rach brought one of her arms back, feeling a tight but tickling sensation on the sensetive vaginal walls he was so carelessly exploring. He took his hand off of her hair and wrapped it around her mouth, creating tension on her neck.
+Rach didn't have time to think about the pain in her back and her neck, but she was even more terrifyed as to why he had covered her mouth, until he released his fingers from her, and planted his wet fingers on her hip, and then dug into her skin.
+""Try not to scream dear, I don't think Trom likes screamers, or does he?""
+Rach tried to squirm from his grasp but, it was almost as if he had expected it, he drew his hand back some and quickly slapped her bare skin and grabbed her hip once again, plunging his erection into her without warning or slow build-up. He immediatly began to pound into her, both pulling on her hip back and thrusting his forward. Rach experienced bewilderment rather than pain, he'd never gone quite this hard and fast before, and her body was being shaken so quickly she experienced it more like a dream than anything else. She tried to tell him to stop and to let her go behidn his hand, but they only came out as cries.
+""Is that hard enough for you?"" He said in an unfamiliar deep, growl-like voice. ""Did he fuck you like this?""
+He began to go even harder, a harsh slapping sound beign echoed through the hallway as his pants began to sink lower towards the ground. Tears began to fallf rom RAch's eyes from squeezing them hard, but all of the sudden, it wasn't fear that she felt, but anger.
+It became clear to her that she wanted to hurt him back when he pulled away from her and pulled her up by her hair, though as he began to turn her around once again she helped him along by qhipping herself around and striking him hard accross the face with her hand. Joe stepped back, but immediatly diminished the feeling of victory Rach had taken in, by slapping her back with the back of his hand, and then pushing her hard to the floor.
+Just as Rach hit the floor, Joe planted himself on top of her, but not quick enough, for even with the little trickly of blood on the corner of her mouth, Rach managed to slide out from under neath Joe's mass and take off, but her spiteful husband managed to grab her by the ankle and send her ont he ground again. But Rach didn't give up, as he was coming for her again she kicked him hard with her heel in the chest and ran off again, heading for the stairs.
+Joe staggered up, and dashed after her, even though one stride of his equaled two of hers, and he caught her again. once again, he threw her to the floor and landed on top of her, pushing air out of Rach's lungs, and holding her arms high above her head with one hand as he spread her now bare legs and entered her again. Joe raised himself up to her ear so that his hot and heavy breathe was loud. He continued to push her right hip down into him as he proceeded to slam into her after a slow drawback.
+""Are you thinking of him?"" He said in a growl, but she didn't answer. Joe let out a moan and bit into her neck, hard enough to make her cry out in agony.
+""I bet you're thinking of him, soft and slow..."" Joe then began to speed up rapidly, now jackhammering into Rach as her breathe became short and her moans louder. She began to feel pleasure now, the pressure on her hips, and the harshness of Joe's body liek she had never felt it before. Even the fear and the anger added to it, though she was ashamed she began to enjoy it.
+""Who am I?"" He demanded, and Rach began to sput out his name, but he grabbed her by either side of the face and looked into her eyes.
+""Say my name!"" He ordered, and once she had understood, it took her a moment, she began to feel herself tensing between her legs. She let out a very high- pitched shriek of pleasure as a powerful climax took over her senses, and she cried; ""Trom!""
+Suddenly the door slammed from a room far behind them, and Joe rolled back onto his heels, pulling her up and carrying her with her legs wrapped around him. Rach was confused, and shaky from the orgasm that was stillf lowing through her body. She felt weak, but she felt no reason to struggle form her husband, now that he was stroking the skin on her back softly, and kissing her neck and cheek, for that she was incredibly puzzled. Joe sat down gently onto the couch and began to pull his wife back and forth slowly over him as she heard footsteps coming from behind, she looked back and gasped, then looked back at her husband, failing to hide a smirk. He looked up at her and and kissed her softly on the lips as Trom came from behind her, already shirtless and wearing only boxers. He began to nip at her neck and stroke her breasts softly. It was only a few minutes before Rach caught on, but she couldn't find the strength to speak as Joe pulled her closer to him and whispered ""Relax"" into her ear.
+That was Trom's cue, he ran his hands down her curves and planted them on the backs of her thighs, and then pulled upwards, raising her ass and spreading it apart. Rach opened her eyes and looked back, Trom looked up at her and leaned it, kissing her as he pressed the tip of his cock on his target. RAch gasped as he pushed slowly, the stretching feeling was something long forgotten in that area and she at first found herself tensing, but as he pushed deeper and deeper, hearing him moan in the pleasure he got from it, she relaxed, and let herself be passed back and forth between the two of them.
+There Rach sat, no longer afraid and no longer angry, but she understood what was going on finally. She was passed forward by Trom, and back to Trom by Joe, working slowly in unison, she helped them along by arching back and swaying her hips. She planted one hand on Joe's chest and another looped behind her around Trom's neck, which forced him to lean forward and start kissing her neck again. Joe eventually did the same as Rach's breathing picked up. The two began to thrust a bit faster. Rach could feel herself beginning to reach her peak for the third time, as did the two men. Trom hugged her around her waist as he let off a trembling moan, and squeezed her around her middle, Rach's tense and high pitched squeal was heard louder than ever as Trom sent a rush of fluid into her, as did Joe when Rach bent forward to hold onto her husband. But she was raised again, for she managed to let off one last scream as she let herself go. Trom and Joe pulled out revealing a ravaged scene between the girl's legs, and held onto her, the three in one trembling mess.
+Suddenly Trom broke the silence after a moment or two.
+""One more?"" He suggested, and Rach's eeys widened
+""Wha-"" She was cut off by an agreement made my Joe.
+""One more."""
+9,AH Fantasies Ch. 25,RedHeadandFriendly,Chain Stories,2007-07-23,2007-07-23,2022-01-08 03:46:19,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/ah-fantasies-ch-25,"""Mistress, may I?"" is the question; what's Red's answer?","['Anal Stimulation', ""Author'S Hangout"", 'Bdsm', 'Bondage', 'Dungeon', 'Exhibition Voyuerism', 'Inviation', 'Redhairedandfriendly', 'Toys']",4.6,"**Author's Note:** _This story contains sexual situations involving restraints. This is a MFM fantasy containing anal stimulation, vaginal and oral sex. I want to thank all the folks who are writing in this chain for allowing so many writers to ""use"" you in their stories. A special thank you goes out to: slyc_willie and Remec for granting me permission to bring another of my naughty fantasies to life. Most of all thanks to CrimsonMaiden for her willingness to organize this chain and feminity for thinking it up. Enjoy the story and feel free to vote or comment if you like. Thanks again to Literotica for all they do in order to provide all of us a place to post, chat, read, write and just hang out. ~ Red_
+ **Mistress, may I?**
+Remec stared at the invitation in his hand; the embossed letters of crimson seemed to glow in the waning sunlight. He wasn't sure what Red was up to, but he knew it would involve something wicked and fun, or at least he hoped it would. The sound of footsteps on the gravel walkway brought him out of his musings and Remec turned to greet the other guest to Red's night of debauchery.
+""Evenin' Slyc."" He extended his hand, grasped Slyc's in a welcoming grip and then dropped it. ""It's been a while since we've crossed paths. I take it you got one of Red's naughty invites too?""
+Slyc_willie grinned, held up his card and winked. ""That I did. Any ideas what she has in store for us?""
+Remec chuckled. ""I have a clue, but we'll see if she can pull it off.""
+""You have your doubts?""
+""Doubting Red is something I would not normally do, but in this case. . .Yes, I do.""
+""Well you shouldn't,"" a new voice, joined the two deeper baritone ones. Remec and Slyc turned to see Red standing proudly on the threshold of her door. ""Why don't you two boys come in and we'll get started."" She stepped back, allowing passage for her two guests. Remec bent down to kiss her, but she turned her head. ""I don't think you've been given permission to touch me,"" she told him, then smirked at his faux expression of hurt. Slyc, having heard Remec's chastisement, lifted one brow and followed the other man in, not making a move toward Red. She smiled wide, though inside, her heart beat rapidly.
+The door closed behind the three of them and Red leaned against it. ""Slyc, there is wine in the study; pour us all a glass while Remec helps me dress."" Without another word Red left, snapping her fingers at Remec and taking the lead. Her heels clicked along the solid wood floor and then tapped quietly up the staircase which led to her bedroom as well as the guest rooms.
+""Are you nervous?"" she asked Remec, once they reached the top of the stairs.
+Remec laughed. ""Nervous? No. Anxious. Yes.""
+Red smiled, continued down the hall and stopped at the end where the door to her bedroom hung open. ""You'll have to undress me and then aid me with what I've chosen for this evening."" Red pointed to the bed. A black leather corset, a pair of thigh-high fishnet stockings, crotchless panties and a collar of black crystals lay on the soft comforter. The sound of Remec's breath catching in his throat was easily heard by Red and her lips rose in a wider grin. ""Glad you like,"" she told him, before turning and presenting herself to his willing hands.
+""Who wouldn't like?"" he asked. Remec reached out, closing the distance that separated them with just two steps and began to ease the pearl buttons of Red's cashmere sweater from their homes. Inch by inch, her creamy, lightly freckled flesh was revealed to his brown eyes. She watched the color of them darken slightly as the roundness of her breasts were exposed. The top of her bra was caressed by his large fingers and both of them took a deep breath as his digits moved further down to cup the silk-covered globes.
+Red cleared her throat and raised one brow. ""There are more buttons,"" she told him. Remec licked his lips and finished unbuttoning the soft fabric. His hands moved up to Red's shoulders and he pushed the material away, catching it with one hand. Quickly he folded it and placed in on a trunk that rested at the foot of bed. Swiftly his hand were back on Red, where they rested happily on her hips.
+Remec's fingers dipped into the waistband of her jeans and scooted along the sides, till reaching the center, where he deftly unsnapped the metal circle and eased it from its home, before sliding the zipper down, exposing a pair of white panties. A pink bow, stitched tightly to the top of the fabric, screamed innocence, but the couple in the room knew better. His hands moved down her thighs as he settled on his knees. Red lifted one foot and her right shoe was slipped off, then her left. It wasn't long though before Remec's hands were back where they longed to be and Red's jeans were being tugged down her figure. Once more he treated her clothing with the utmost care, folding the dark denim and laying it beside the sweater. Her shoes were taken care of as well, placed in a corner where several other pairs rested. ""You do love shoes, don't you?"" he asked, returning to her side after noting the various styles.
+""Oh yes. Especially the heels.""
+Remec eased his hands around Red's chest, felt the snaps that kept her bosom hidden from him and released the metal hooks. Immediately, her breasts swayed slightly and her nipples grew harder with the knowledge that soon Remec would gaze upon her areolas. She watched his face, eager to see his reaction. He gently pulled the garment from her and stared hungrily at the now free breasts.
+Freckles dotted the upper portion of Red's chest, the remaining skin was white. Her areolas, a soft pale pink color, seemed to darken instantly and her nipples perked to attention as his fingers lazily brushed against them. Red coughed softly, clearing her throat, but said nothing as he placed the bra on the trunk with one hand and cupped her left breast with the other. He massaged it, lifting and gently mashing it into her chest. A shudder of excitement skated through her body and a soft moan escaped her lips. ""May I?"" he asked, his eyes locking onto her brown orbs, a look of delight clearing etched in them.
+Red licked her lips. ""Yes, you may,"" she whispered and then was rewarded with the sight of his head bobbing down and her breast being lifted up. The feel of his beard and mustache grazing her skin sent another shock of pleasure through her body and she felt herself sway. Her hands came up to rest on his shoulders. Instinctively she gripped him tighter, pulling him to her. His tongue lapped at the ridged points of her tit, while his fingers moved to tease the twin globe.
+Red's breath caught in her throat when Remec's teeth began to explore the places his tongue had been. He tugged gently until he felt her fingers moving into his hair and pushing him further into her. ""Harder,"" she whimpered and was rewarded with a deep growl and a not-so-gentle bite. A wave of lust washed through the five-foot-four redhead and a shot of moisture slipped easily onto the silk of her panties. ""Enough,"" she said, though her body screamed for more.
+Remec lifted himself from her nipple, looked into her eyes and nodded his agreement. ""There are other things to sample.""
+Red whimpered, already feeling her strength wavering. She swallowed the hunger and shook herself both mentally and physically. ""Not right now. Remove the panties and do nothing else unless I grant you permission.""
+Frustration showed on Remec's face, but so did the willingness to agree to her demands. Again the tall and very muscular man was on his knees catering to the whims of the short girl who was known to everyone to be a very submissive female. He toyed with the top of her panties, then slipped them down, allowing his hands to rest on her ass cheeks before grazing her skin with his nails as the material made its downward descent. ""Beautiful,"" he whispered as he gazed upon her soft red mound. ""I always wondered if you shaved or not,"" he said, before rising up and holding her lacy belonging in one hand. He took a deep breath of the slippery material and grinned. ""I can't wait to sup from the source.""
+She swallowed and forced herself to regain her composure. ""Perhaps you may. . . Perhaps you may not."" Red stepped away and looked casually toward the bed. ""Slyc will have all the wine drank at the rate we're going.""
+Remec shrugged his shoulders. ""Just means more of you for me,"" he said and winked, while picking up the crotchless panties. He toyed with the fabric before returning to her side. Red cooperated, lifting one foot then the other. Remec slipped the material up her legs, once more making sure to give her skin the attention it deserved with gentle, but knowing caresses of fingertips and nails. By the time the panties were around her hips, Red was more slick than before and the proof to that was gathering against her flesh. She felt Remec's fingers sweep into the juices and then she heard him lick his digit cleaned.
+It wasn't long before Remec's hands were adjusting the tops of her stockings and slipping the straps of her heels into their metal buckles. He rose up, stepped back and admired the view of Red standing there, her skin flushed, the scent of arousal wafting through the air and her nipples proudly extended and begging to be bitten.
+""The corset,"" Red said, bringing her arms up and crossing them under her breasts.
+""It's a waste to put it on. You'll just be taking it off in a few minutes,"" Remec told her as he picked up the black leather and began to fasten it around her amble bosom and slowly slimming trunk.
+""I won't be removing anything. That's not my job,"" Red said with a smile, just as the last hook was slid into place. ""The collar,"" she said and extended her hand.
+""Here I thought we were the ones to be collared tonight."" The smirk on Remec's face showed that he thought Red was already caving to her natural tendencies. He handed her the beautifully crafted piece of leather and crystal and watched as she snapped it into place.
+""Notice the design of this particular piece. It is not one that a sub would normally wear. It is definitely a Mistress's collar and now that I am wearing it. . . that is how you'll address me."" The lift of Red's right eyebrow indicated to Remec that now would be the time to either accept or deny the title. The grin on his face, the way he took two steps back from her, bowed his head slightly and then glanced down to gaze at her feet, spoke volumes and Red knew he was accepting his position for the night.
+""Good,"" she whispered, walked over to the closet and pulled a duffel bag. ""Change into this and meet me in the study. Be quick, or I may start without you.""
+Red said nothing else, dropped the bag on the bed and left the room. Outside of it she took a deep breath, pressed her right palm to her stomach and counted to ten. She could hear the shuffling of clothing coming from behind her and she knew Remec was quickly doing her bidding. She licked her lips, squared her shoulders and headed down the stairs to see what Slyc was up to.
+Slyc was leaning against the picture window that overlooked the pond that Red often would take a dip in or spend an afternoon fishing on. She watched him for a moment, admiring the way his jeans hugged his ass and the way his shirt defined the muscles of his back. A shiver of desire and lust rolled through her, renewing the juices of her pussy. She stepped into the room, the click of her shoes alerting her guest to her arrival. He turned and his eyes widening was the reward Red desperately wanted.
+""Wow,"" he said, stepping forward and reaching down to pluck one of the crystal goblets from a nearby table. He offered it to her and then took one for himself. ""Very nice."" His eyes ran the full length of her, taking in every inch and noting the differences from when they had last met.
+""Me or the wine?"" she asked playfully, still wanting to hear the approval of her choice of attire fall from yet another man's lips.
+Slyc laughed softly and winked. ""Both,"" he finally answered, sipping slowly on his wine as his eyes again took a path down and the up Red's leather clad figure. Red shook out her hair, the curls of crimson hanging just a few inches lower than the last time Slyc or Remec had seen her. She tucked a few strands behind her right ear and stepped more into the room.
+""Remec will be joining us in a few minutes; in the meantime, there is a bag for you over there,"" she told him, pointing to a simple looking brown sack that rested in one corner of the room. ""You're to wear those, for my pleasure.""
+Slyc snickered, moved to the bag, lifted it and opened it with enthusiasm. He glanced briefly into it and then up at Red. Quickly he stared into the bag again, his jaw dropping somewhat as he took in the contents. ""Naughty; naughty,"" he said, pulling out a strap that held a buckle in the center of it. He lay it on the sill of the window and dipped his hand back in. Soon a half leather harness was lying next to the strap, two more lengths of soft, black material were tossed carefully next to the others and Slyc was left holding an empty sack. ""So where do you want me to change? Upstairs?""
+Red's lips rose only on one side as she smirked. ""Right here; right now.""
+Slyc grinned, turned to face her fully and began to release the buttons of his shirt. The soft hairs of his chest, the rise and fall of the muscular flesh and the hardening of his nipples weren't lost on Red. She gazed hungrily on the exposed flesh, shifted on her feet and sipped from her wine glass. As he tugged his shirt from his jeans, Red remembered the feel of his skin beneath her fingers and ached to reach out and stroke the hard pecs, run her hands down his sides and toy with the pelvis bones she had loved pressing herself against so many months ago.
+When he moved to pull his shoes from his feet, Red took a seat on the leather sofa. Her eyes drank in every feature as Slyc kicked the shoes out of the way and moved to open his jeans. Red knew there were no briefs, boxers, or other implements to hide the show she was about to receive and she licked her lips in anticipation. Slyc took his time, easing the material away little by little. When the final tugs of denim were granted and Slyc stood upright, it was more than Red could stand. She rose, walked casually toward him and took a firm hold of his shaft. Her fingers played with the thick member. Her nails danced across the engorged veins and she bent down quickly to sample his cock. Several sucks later Slyc's hands were buried in her hair and he was urging her on. Red stopped, took a deep breath through her nose and pulled herself away, shook her head and felt Slyc's grip loosen. She turned away and his hand fell from her red locks.
+""Get dressed,"" she said as she walked back to her seat. Spinning around, she claimed her place on the sofa with a soft moan of want. Mentally she chastised herself for her moment of weakness and told herself that it wouldn't happen again. Instead she decided to toy with Slyc in a way that would keep him hard and ready for her. She watched him pick up the leather harness and slip his arms into the bindings, secure the buckle that wrapped around his waist, and adjust the metal ring in the center, to his liking. Red in the meantime began to run her fingers across the top of her breasts; her acrylic nails, painted a pale pink, teased the top of her areolas, which were easily visible over the glossy leather trim of the corset. Slyc licked his lips and groaned softly as she continued to dance a quiet melody of lust over her flesh.
+Red's hands traveled lower, cupping her large globes and mashing them tightly together. Bending her head, she licked the tops of the freckled twins, winked at Slyc and took a small bite of her tender flesh. Another groan filled the room and her hands dropped her tits, moving instead, south, to seek the evidence of her aroused state.
+Slyc coughed and reached for his wine, took a large gulp then grabbed the harness strap that was meant for his hips and cock. He stepped into it, arranged the wrap around buckle against the base of his shaft and locked it into place.
+""Tighter,"" Red demanded, her voice full of lust. Slyc frowned slightly, but did as request and then muttered a soft curse when Red repeated the command. When satisfied, Red nodded and Slyc picked up the final two straps. ""Your wrists,"" Red told him.
+Her right foot came up to rest on the couch, the left remained on the soft carpet. Her left hand moved to her crotchless panties and her fingers played with the curly mound of red hair that lay against her moist sex. As Slyc clasped the buckles into place, a tricky but not impossible task, Red made a few dips into her pussy with two fingers. The invasion sent a new rush of pleasure through the redhead as well as sent fresh fragrant aromas of sin throughout the room.
+A soft chuckle from the doorway caught both Slyc and Red's attention. Remec stood there, his thick arms crossed in front of him. ""Something funny?"" Red asked, rising from her seat and approaching the other tasty morsel she'd selected for the evening. Her gaze took in his ensemble. A black leather vest, zipped almost to the top, hugged his torso. A pair of bands, similar to Slyc's were wrapped snuggly around his wrists and his ankles. His cock was well protected, for now, in a thick leather pouch, though Red knew that underneath the material, Remec, if he'd followed directions, wore a vibrating cock ring.
+Remec's eyes moved from Slyc to Red, took in her figure again and breathed deep the scent that filled his senses. ""Nothing funny at all,"" he told her, stepping in and accepting the goblet of wine that Slyc presented him with. He lifted it as did both Slyc and Red. ""To our Mistress,"" he toasted. Red smiled and looked over her glass as she sipped on the sweet nectar.
+""To my boys,"" she whispered back, before taking another sip and then moving away from the two men. ""Before we get started I want to thank you both for coming tonight. If everything works out then you'll both be rewarded properly in the end. If either of you wish to leave, just say Potato and the fun will stop, you'll be excused with no questions asked.""
+""Potato?"" Slyc asked. ""That's the safe word? Not that we'll need it,"" he said adding a wink.
+""Well, most folks like to use the word red, but that won't work for us. . . will it?"" Red answered back, finished her wine and let the glass rest on her desk. ""So Potato will work. Agreed?""
+Both men shrugged their shoulders, finished off their wine and looked to their Mistress for instructions. Red licked her lips and mentally told herself _""It's now or never.""_ Red reached around her desk, pulled on the top drawer and reached inside. The sound of metal hitting wood could be easily heard by all the occupants of the room. ""Tonight and while I am Mistress, you'll wear these.""
+Red stepped up to Remec, frowning slightly as her heels still did not give her the proper height needed to reach the man. He winked, bent down a few inches and waited patiently as she snapped a smooth metal ring around his neck. Several smaller loops dangled from the collar, eventually laying coolly against his skin. Red then kissed his lips, letting her tongue slide gracefully inside.
+Remec's mouth parted and his tongue sought out hers. The kiss was slow, each taking the time to learn the taste and texture of the other's mouth, something neither had gotten a chance to do when they had met month's ago. Both knew tonight was the night to remedy all sorts of missed opportunities.
+When the couple parted, much to both their displeasure, each were somewhat breathless. ""Nice,"" Red whispered, then stepped over to Slyc. Her tongue darted out and she licked her lips in want. Her shoes now gave her the height she needed to be almost eye level with her other boy toy. She grinned and slipped Slyc's collar around his neck. The dark leather too had loops on it, but they were attached to the leather band itself, not dangling like Remec's. Her mouth found his and their kiss was just as consuming as Remec and Red's had been. Red took her time examining his taste with the taste that had been etched into her memory. Her fingers moved from the collar down to his wrists and then across to touch his stomach. Lazily she traveled the path of the holster that circled his hips before she pulled away.  
+""We need to go,"" Red said, breaking the sound of heavy breathing that had quickly filled the air. ""This way."" She turned and left the study; the two men followed. She felt their eyes boring into her. Her hips swayed seductively as she made it gracefully across the foyer to the back room, where she had set up a playroom some weeks ago. A key rested on a table by the room's door. After plucking it up and unlocking the room, Red stepped in and turned up the dimmer switch. The area was immediately illuminated and a pair of long, drawn out whistles erupted from the gentlemen.
+Inwardly Red grinned; outwardly she lifted a brow, turned and nodded toward the Bondage Table. ""Remec, lay down on your back, get comfortable. I want your legs to rest off the corner ends and your arms, for now, can rest on your side or your chest.""
+Remec eyed Red with curiosity, but did as told and found a comfortable position on the 26"" high, 36"" wide and 6 ½ foot long table. The black vinyl material seemed to bring out more of Remec's well shaped form, making Red's mouth water. She followed him, slipped down to his side and reached under the table to drag out several links of chain. A soft chuckle of either doubt, nerves, or anticipation left both Remec's lips and Slyc's. ""Doubting me still?"" Red asked the man who lay stretched out.
+""Not at all, Mistress,"" Remec answered and watched as she snapped his ankles into place and the swiftly pulled his right arm down to the floor, where the wrist band was tightly secured to another set of links. ""Slyc, his other arm,"" Red demanded, her voice soft, but full of confidence. Slyc bent down and gripped Remec's other hand, secured it and then rose up as did Red.
+""Now for you,"" Red said, looking over her other morsel of delight. ""I want you to stand here."" Red pointed to the end of the table between Remec's legs. ""Don't worry boys. I'm playing with you, you're not going to be playing with each other. . . though you both have agreed to let me use you. . .soooo."" Red let the word hang before giggling softly.
+Slyc took his place at the foot of the table. Red moved behind him, lifted his arms and then cursed as she dropped them, walked over to a corner and grabbed a stool. She climbed onto it, reclaimed Slyc's arms and had him lift both of them above his head. Soon the restraints on his wrists were attached to shiny metal and Slyc was trapped in Red's snare of steel. She stepped off the stool, put it away and then returned to gaze hungrily at her specimens for the night. ""No one will believe I had the guts to do this,"" she told them, ""so. . .""
+Red snapped her fingers and the wall across from the two bound men seemed to move. Both Remec and Slyc's eyes grew wide as they realized the wall was made of glass and what was moving was a black velvet curtain. Behind the glass and the curtain sat several of their friends from Literotica.
+Impressive had her camera out. Sweetsubsarahh was on Rob's lap, her camcorder fully charged and ready to go. Severusmax was there with two bubbly redheads on his lap taking in the surroundings, that he had helped Red install. Fool had a pen in hand, either to write verse or take notes; he wouldn't confess either to the group. Selena was pouring wine or topping off glasses of champagne, while Abstruse, Vana and Sam were making out in a corner, not paying any attention to what Red had planned. The men were giving the two subs thumbs up and the ladies were hooting for Red with the old ""Arsenio Hall"" holler that had come and gone oh so many years ago. Red blushed and waved to her friends. She was glad they were there, not only for support, but to bare witness to all that she could be bossy in bed.
+""Remember, I am Mistress,"" Red told both men then walked over to pick up the first of what would be many torturous delights. ""This is called the Fun Wand,"" she said, returning to the two men, ""and it has been chilled to perfection."" Red held up the 7 ½ inch long gleaming stainless anal toy. The three graduated balls measuring from 3/8 inch to 1 inch sparkled in the light as Red lovingly stroked the cold metal. She reached down and ran several drops of oil across the surface, winked at Slyc and moved to stand by his side. The oil bottle was tipped up and Red watched a stream of clear liquid fall into the crack of her boy's ass. She gazed at it, watching the stream disappear and eventually find a resting spot. Slyc groaned and then gasped as Red eased the toy down the same oily path and then pressed the first ball against his anus.
+Red turned her head and kissed Slyc's biceps as she pushed the toy in further. The first ball was greedily accepted and a sigh of relief escaped Slyc's lips. ""Just two more,"" she whispered, continuing to ease the steel toy into the hot and slippery cavern of her lover's ass. She watched the hard cheeks of his ass grow tighter, a sure sign Slyc was accepting of the invasion. His muscles flexed around the toy and Red eased it out to the second ball, only to reward her sub with another shove of the instrument, this time a bit harder. Red fucked Slyc's ass with the toy several times. She enjoyed the look of pleasure that crossed his face and how his tongue would snake out to moisten his dry lips. Her other hand was not idle. It had found a nice welcoming place to land. Her fingers were wrapped solely around Slyc's cock and she pumped it with deliberate strokes.
+On occasion she would glance to Remec and wink. In time she would give him his attention, a just reward for a man that was being so patient. Her group of friends had gotten quieter and Red glanced at them. They were content with watching, for the moment, but Red knew eventually their hands would abandon the drinks and snacks in order to snake out and sample the other delights in the room.
+Slyc's hips moved in time to Red's thrusting of the toy. He pushed back into it every time she pulled away, as if he were silently begging her to fuck him harder, longer, and faster with the implement. Red didn't disappoint him, or herself. Her arousal was growing more heady with every moan that erupted from Slyc's throat. Her gaze was locked on his dick, pre cum oozing from the slit at the top had gathered around her fingers. She pushed it down the full length of his cock, letting it aid her in her fondling of him. Eventually, she wanted. . . needed to taste him and removed the toy, allowing it to fall from her hand to the floor. She then she slid over Remec, positioning herself so her pussy hovered over the bearded man's face and her lips were level with two cocks. One stood up hard and erect under her face, the other she simply stared at and marveled at the amount of juice that had already made itself known.
+""Oh fuck, Mistress,"" Remec moaned as he took in the sight of the soft downy curls hovering above his face. Red chuckled softly, wiggled her hips and pressed her pussy closer to Remec's face.
+""Yes?"" she asked, lifting her hips and then dropping them so her sex rested just a whisper away from his lips. She felt the breath from his mouth and nose caressing her pussy and the tip of his nose pushing against her clit.
+""Mistress, may I?"" Remec muttered. His words sent another blanket of heat over Red's mound.
+She gasped. ""May you what?"" Her eyelids fluttered closed as she took a deep breath, a poor attempt at calming herself.
+While Remec took a deep breath to gather his wits and form his words, Red slid her pussy up and down his face, enjoying the new and erotic feeling of his beard and mustache sweeping up her pussy juices. The texture of his facial hair mingling with her softer curls brought another shudder and tremor to the full-figured girl.
+""May I taste my Mistress's pussy?"" His words were muffled against Red's mound, but she heard him and sighed happily.
+""Yes, you may,"" she answered back and was quickly rewarded with Remec's tongue sweeping the full length of her sex. ""Oh my God!"" Red gasped and sat there with herself pressed tight to Remec's strong muscle. She savored the feel of his tongue, teeth, and lips pulling, prodding and biting at her clit, lips and inner sides. She shivered violently, rocked her hips and ground herself onto his face. Her tits ached to be fondled and yet she knew that was not possible at the moment, so instead, Red sat up, keeping herself pressed into Remec, who never let up on his sloppy supper. She pulled her breasts from her corset, allowing them to spill over the leather. Her fingers went to work, pulling and teasing the hard peaks. In time she heard a hungry growl and her gaze opened to lock onto Slyc.
+To say he was patiently waiting for her to return to him would have been a lie, but in his current position, he had no other choice. Red smiled wickedly and began to rub her clit, while Remec feasted on the deeper depths of her sex. Remec growled in pleasure, begging to suck on Red all night. She laughed, rode his face harder and then became quiet. Her body however never let up. Her eyes grew glassy and as Remec ate her out, Slyc watched her figure stiffen, her jaw open and fall slack, while her head tilted and her body shuddered. Come cascaded from Red, coating Remec and giving him more than enough juices to satisfy his thirst, for the time being. Slyc muttered low as Red came a second time, granting Remec another dousing of her honey.
+Red took a deep breath and moved back to the position she'd been in before rising up and riding Remec. With one hand she grabbed Slyc's cock and fed it into her eager mouth, the other she used to balance her weight on the table and Remec. It wasn't long before Remec went back to work on Red's hovering sex, but Red forced herself to enjoy the flavorful dick that was pumping in and out of her mouth.
+Her eyes remained closed as she bobbed herself up and down on Slyc's rod. Her tongue pushed against the front, then swept haphazardly across the head before she popped off and began to lick her way down to his balls. The right was easily coaxed into her mouth, sucked and shuffled between the cheeks for several seconds. In time she released her prisoner only to capture the other sphere in a wet grip. Off and on she treated the marbles with hard pulls and massaging sweeps, leaving them both pinker than the skin surrounding his groin. Once Red was done studying the different colors of flesh, she lifted herself up and worked his member into her mouth again.
+A long time ago Red had declared she wanted to deep-throat Slyc and she'd come close months ago, but not fully. This night she was determined to get the job done, or at least go a bit further than last time. She knew had they switched jobs and Slyc had been the Master of the evening, he could have forced his cock down her throat as deep as he wanted it. A part of her wished he could do that now, but she knew this was her job. Red pushed away the reflexes that tried to show their ugly heads and took his shaft deeper into her mouth. She angled her head, pulled up, then dropped back down again. With each downward descent Red managed to gain more of his dick, until eventually her nose was buried in his pubes.
+Growling happily, the vibrations rolled over Slyc's shaft and he muttered, ""Oh fuck yes, Red!""
+Red's brow creased and she popped off his shaft. Her eyes held his for a moment while the look of confusion filled his face, it was swiftly followed by the dawning of what he'd done. ""Ahh damn, Re. . . Mistress. I am sorry.""
+Red smiled and reached out, stroked his chest and told him, ""It's okay. But you did forget and now you must wait.""
+Red turned herself around, pushing her slippery pussy across Remec's rock- solid member. She rubbed herself against him like a cat would a piece of wood covered in catnip. Her eyes met his and she took in the wet appearance of his face. ""Bet your tongue was getting tired,""she whispered, lifting herself up just enough that one of her hands slid between her sex and his.
+""Maybe a little,"" Remec admitted, his eyes watching her fingers wrap around his cock. She reached further, and flicked the switch on the vibrating cock ring. Remec muttered and took a deep breath, shifted his hips and waited for Red to continue.
+She eased herself down onto his dick, welcoming every inch as it found a warm place to nestle itself. When the full length was buried inside, Red held herself still, then rose up again. Once more she remained poised over her boy, watched his chest rise and fall with each draw of breath she took, and then when she was ready she slammed herself down. Her pussy constricted around him, swallowing him fully and she ground herself hard into his pelvis. The texture of hairs shuffling together made Red and Remec squirm. Over and over she pumped herself up and down on his shaft, felt the head pushing against the inner most recesses of her sex and bring her closer and closer to her pending release.
+""Mistress,"" Remec muttered.
+""Yes?"" Red gasped out, barely stopping the fucking she was doing on the bound man.
+""I'm going to come soon,"" he admitted. Red smiled and stopped her actions.
+""Soon,"" she said, lifting her pussy from his dick. ""Slyc, slide your cock inside me and get it real wet.""
+""Yes, Mistress,"" Slyc said, his voice revealing how glad he was to be given the opportunity to finally bury his cock inside Red's slippery home. She felt his hips and cock, fumbling to get into position without using his hands. Red didn't assist him, knowing that if he wanted to fuck her bad enough he'd find a way to make it work. The feel of his cockhead sliding into the sweet abyss of her sex sent a wave of pleasure through Red. He held it there for a few minutes, soaking up the heat and the juices, pulled out and then slammed in again. ""Enough,"" Red hissed. ""You know where to put it,"" she muttered.
+One of Red's hands moved to her ass, the other remained gripping the side of the table for balance. She pulled her right cheek to the side, exposing the tight virgin hole for Slyc's inspection. A soft whisper of appreciation left Slyc's lips and then his dick moved to slide up to the puckered entrance. ""Thank you, Mistress,"" Slyc said as he pushed his cock into the untouched hole. Red whimpered softly, but aided Slyc by pushing slowly back. Her hand remained on her ass cheek, until she felt the first part of his dick slide deeply into the core of her ass. Only then did she drop her hand back to her pussy, where she quickly grabbed up Remec's shaft.
+Slyc held himself fully inside Red as she maneuvered the second dick into her. When she had all of Remec, she gave a soft command of ""Fuck your Mistress,"" to Slyc. He immediately went to work, pulling his cock out just so the head remained and then shoving back in. Red gripped his shaft tightly, loosening only to clamp her pussy muscles around Remec's member. Soon the three had worked out a rhythm that played with their hormones. Remec's hip rose and fell. Slyc pumped in and out. Red ground her way deeper onto Remec's shaft and fuller against Slyc's. The sounds of ""Fuck yes!"" and ""Deeper!"" ""Harder"" ""Fuck!"" filled the room and the audience who were enjoying the show were not even there in the threesome's minds.
+""Gotta come, Mistress,"" Remec hissed out through clenched teeth. Red demanded in a low throaty growl that Remec come and not even a second passed before she felt his hot seed spilling into her hungry pussy. She then heard the same exclamation from Slyc. Red shuddered and tossed her head back. ""Come in my ass, then on it,"" she proclaimed, before squeezing more of Remec's seed from his dick.
+Slyc's body delivered his Mistress the gifts she hungered for. His sperm shot into the tight cavern that no one had, up to that moment, lay claim to and then she felt her ass free of his cock. A thick stream of hot liquid showered her round cheeks. Red shivered violently as her own orgasm rocked through her. Her lids clenched tight over her brown eyes and she felt the breath in her lungs become trapped. Stars seemed to explode inside her as come flowed thick and fast down her walls and coated Remec's body. ""Oh fuck!"" she moaned through dry lips as she tried to think about her surroundings.
+The sound of rattling chains brought Red out of her drained state. Red cleared her throat, bent down and kissed Remec, before pulling herself away from him. She smiled at both men and winked at the crowd of onlookers, though most were no longer concerned with her and her charges. Red went to the curtain and closed it, leaving Slyc and Remec to her eyes only. She then grabbed three wash clothes and wet them in the sink, that was built into the side of one of the walls. She washed herself and then used a different cloth on each man. When both were properly cleansed, she released Remec's restraints and removed his collar.
+She then moved to the side of the room, got her stool, climbed onto it and released Slyc's wrists. As he rubbed the circulation back into them and Remec sat up and massaged his appendages, she removed Slyc's collar, then her own. All three were dropped onto the surface of a nearby table. Red turned to the two men, this time in her hand was a plan black collar with a metal ring in the center. She released her corset and let it drop to the floor. Her fingers smoothed the leather band in her hand and then she circled her neck with it. Adjusted the width and then walked over to the two men who were now free to come and go as they wished.
+One hand reached for a flogger on the wall and she presented it to Remec, the other moved to rest demurely against Slyc's stomach. ""Masters. . ."" she whispered and waited to see what would happen next. . ."
+10,AH Fantasies,Anonymous Author,Chain Stories,2007-02-16,2007-07-31,2022-01-08 03:46:00,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/ah-fantasies-ch-05,1. It's about fucking time! 2. Lap dance?,"['Lap Dance', 'Lesbian Lap Dance', 'Lesbian Stripper', 'Strip Tease', 'Stripper']",4.22,"""Don't forget the wine!"" Femininity said to Nirvana, just before she flipped her mobile phone shut. She grinned, leaned forward and kissed Scheherazade gently on the forehead.
+""There are some benefits to having a best friend whose family is in the winemaking business!"" Zade winked at Fem. ""I especially enjoyed the dry red wines she brought to our dinner party last month.
+""You mean the bottle that you had one glass of and then proceeded to giggle uncontrollably for an hour?"" Fem smiled impishly at her lover.
+""Excuse me . . . It could not be helped! Abstruse it positively the funniest person I know! I would have giggled anyway!"" Zade laughed at the memory. ""They make a lovely couple, don't they?""
+""As do we"" Fem said, and pulled Zade closer for a kiss. ""I remember that dinner party with very fond memories . . . very fond memories indeed . . . ""
+""Vana's black dress? Zade grinned. ""That dress is unforgettable. Remember how Abs couldn't keep her hands off of Vana? Not that Vana seemed to mind.""
+""Vana is a beautiful woman, and so is Abs. I'm so happy that the two of them are finally together. They're both ecstatically happy, and it's been months since they moved in together! I love seeing my friends happy."" Fem picked up the two backpacks and carried it out the door.
+Zade grabbed the remaining backpack, and the stack of warm, fluffy blankets. ""And I love seeing you happy, Darling. You make me happy… I know it's so sentimental but I just can't help it. ""
+""It seems as if 2006 really did turn into a year to remember. Only good things for 2007."" Fem crossed her fingers.
+""Only good things, Babe. You lock up the house. I'll meet you in the car""
+~ ~ ~
+Abstruse's hand moved up underneath Nirvana's skirt. Vana had to concentrate hard not to moan lustily into the phone. Abs was standing so close behind her, their bodies pushed together, whispering into her ear that didn't have the phone pushed to it.
+""This is what you get for wearing a skirt like that, Baby."" her hot breath on the spot just below Vana's ear made her melt. Abs pulled Vana's panties aside roughly. Wetness greeted her fingertips. A shiver ran through Vana's body. She concentrated hard on not dropping the phone. Abs's deft fingers were playing through her wetness, and she needed to come so badly.
+""I have the wine packed."" she said to Femininity over the phone in a very shaky voice.
+""Packed..."" Abs snickered into her ear. ""Is _that_ what you want?""
+Vana dropped the phone from her ear for a few moments as she felt Abs's fingers enter her urgently. ""Oh God, Baby."" She whispered. She opened her legs a little further as Abs slowly moved in and out of her, her fingers coated with wetness.
+""Now tell her goodbye. I need enough time to ravage you before we go. ""
+Vana managed to say something that made sense into the phone. That was all the invitation Abs needed to turn her around, and push her down onto the couch.
+""I love what you feel like on top of me"" Vana breathed, as she kissed her lover passionately.
+""It feels so right, Baby."" Abs said as she pulled Vana's skirt up, her panties down, and entered her again with two fingers. She buried her face in Vana's neck and unruly blonde curls. "" Fuck . . . you feel so . . . . good.""
+~ ~ ~
+Femininity took the time to steal glances at her lover, as Zade drove. This woman, who had crept firstly into her heart, and then into her bed over the past few months. _Whoever would have thought_ … Fem looked at Zade's facial expression. She had such innocence to her - a natural innocence, which she found incredibly appealing. She let her eyes roam longingly over Zade's body, and stopped at her artistic hands which gripped the steering wheel comfortably, in a relaxed manner. Those hands, those long fingers and what they were capable of…
+Fem thought back to so many nights of passion. She imagined herself laying back as Zade crept down her belly and came to rest between her thighs, opening her up and sliding her fingers inside.
+""Earth to Fem …""Zade joked, as she pulled over to the side of the road. ""They're late. Again. I wonder why."" She rolled her eyes.
+Those eyes . . . Fem continued to stare. Deep, dark blue eyes stared back at her. She leaned closer to Zade, and ran her fingers through her just above the shoulder, unruly hair. ""I think you forgot to brush your hair this morning, Darling."" she winked.
+""I didn't forget. It just wasn't priority.""
+Their moment of intimacy was interrupted by a sexy American accent. ""So I'm spending this weekend with three blondes?"" Abstruse said as she opened Fem's door, and pulled her out of the car for a hug.
+""Nambiotch! I missed you!"" They hugged for a moment. Fem laughed, remembering Abs's nickname for her.
+""You know, Abs, I can say so many things about you, but I'd rather not spoil your reputation.
+""You have no proof for any of it!"" Abs lit a cigarette, as she spoke. ""and Zade, you're blonder every time I see you!""
+Zade leaned over the seat next to her ""No proof? Nirvana has turned you into a sentimental, love-sick lesbian, and we have no proof? You two are like teenagers together!""
+Nirvana walked up to Fem, and kissed her on both cheeks. ""Hey, Sweet."" she smiled gently. Abs watched the two best friends hug. ""Hands to yourself, Nambioth! She's mine.""
+They all laughed at her little joke. But there was a seriousness to Abstruse's words. They all knew the obstacles that had to be overcome before Nirvana and Abstruse could finally be together as a couple.
+""I take no responsibility for Abs's condition. Nirvana bit her bottom lip before she spoke again. ""I did not do anything to her that she did not _want_ done. Well, maybe a _few_ things … ""She smiled coyly.
+Zade opened the car door, and walked up to Vana and pulled her closer for a hug.
+""You know, Vana, not all things can be explained by psychology. Being in love falls into the category of unexplainable. You can try and psych your way around it and try and analyse it, but it can't be. We watched you two for months online, and it was clear from the start that you two were meant to be together.""
+Abs grinned at their friend's approval. ""Despite Vana's need to understand, what attracted me to her from the start was her ability to just feel, and let it flow over her, and be in that moment. To let go … It's something I have been trying to do, but it's not easy when you've spent years keeping your emotions to yourself. ""
+Nirvana took her hand, and their fingers entwined. ""I love you, Baby."" She kissed Abs gently on the lips.
+Zade and Fem watched the happy couple for a moment before Fem sighed. ""Right, enough teenage behaviour. It's getting colder and I want to get to the cottage before dark.""
+""Wuss!"" Zade said, as the two couples got into their respective cars, and drove North West towards Aberystwyth.
+Three hours later, they arrived at the cottage in Devil's Bridge Falls, situated on the West coast of Wales.
+""It is incredibly beautiful"" Nirvana said breathlessly. She looked around her. To her right, was high mountains, and falling water could be heard clearly. ""Is that a waterfall?"" she asked excitedly.
+""There are a few falls around here"" Zade answered. ""I'll take you to the nearest one tomorrow if you're willing the hike up?""
+""I'd love to see it. And the woods, please."" Vana gestured to her right, where acres of tall trees could be seen.
+""It's hard to believe I'm in a different country!"" Abs said as Zade unlocked the cottage door, and let them all inside.
+""Got to warm up."" Fem started building a fire in the ancient fireplace immediately.
+Twenty minutes later, they were all four relaxing in front of a roaring wood fire.
+""This wine is good, Vana. I like the red more than the white."" Zade nodded.
+""Let's make a toast"" Fem suggested. ""To Zade. I'm so proud of you for being the home owner of such a cosy little cottage. ""
+""To us – all of us, and a good weekend."" Zade winked at Fem.
+""To Abs and the three blondes!"" Abs laughed.
+Vana raised her right eyebrow as she glanced over at her lover. ""To love and Light."" Vana said.
+""To Love and Light"" they all repeated.
+Fem's thoughts went back to the conversation she and Zade had two weeks ago.
+When Zade's plans to buy the cottage in Aberystwyth started taking shape, she and Fem had asked their two best friends, to spend the New Year's weekend in Wales.
+ _""It will be fun"" Zade said. ""We'll have loads of laughing and we have some catching up to do""_
+ _""What are we going to do up there? There's no internet connection, no TV, no radio even, no cell phone reception. And as much as Vana has the earth mother reputation to keep up, she's a yuppie if I've ever met one."" Fem rolled her eyes to emphasise the point._
+ _""We can hike.""_
+ _""Yeah, I can see Abs climbing a mountain.""_
+ _""I think all four of us need to get away. Life has been incredibly hectic and sometimes a change of scenery is all we need; Besides, Vana loves the mountains. And Abs loves what Vana loves.""_
+ _""We all need to get away from the kids for a few days. I'm a teacher but I still get tired of kids. I need some adult time only.""_
+ _""I just want to be with you, Zade. It would be fun to get together with them too.""_
+ _""So we take some nurturing food, good wine and hope for snow. The fireplace is perfect for sitting in front of and enjoying some hot chocolate. A few good books, a deck of cards, warm oversized sweaters, and we're all set.""_
+ _""Warm oversized sweaters? You're obviously blissfully unaware of Nirvana's obsession with sexy lingerie."" Fem pictured black, lacy lingerie, showing off Vana's perfect figure. She shook her head twice to erase the image._
+Her thoughts we interrupted by Abstruse getting up to pour some more wine.
+""We love that you two invited us with. We needed to get out of London for a weekend."" She took a sip of her wine. ""And I hope our bedrooms are on opposite sides of the house, because Vana and I . . . we need some … um… time alone. ""she smirked.
+Zade chuckled. ""Oh come on! You ladies have been inseparable for months now. Surely you have enough time for sex? ""
+Abs put her hands in her pockets and looked accusingly at Nirvana. ""It's her! She can't get enough of me.""
+Vana's fingertips played on Abs's shoulders, as she lifted her hair slightly and kissed the nape of her neck.
+""Is that so?"" she asked in an almost whisper. Abs turned her head slightly, and cupped the back of Vana's head, fingers entwined in her unruly curls. Their lips merged. Vana moaned softly into her mouth as their tongues met. The other couple stared for a moment. Seeing this sexy display of affection made them ache. Sexy energy radiated from them whenever they were together, but this was even more intimate.
+Zade watched them kiss for a few more seconds, and then got up and walked into the kitchen, mumbling something about more wine. Fem followed, glancing back just long enough to see a glimpse of soft, sexy skin, as Abs's hands disappeared under Vana's sweater.
+Fem walked up to where Zade was opening another bottle of wine and kissed Zade's cheek, her nose, then her mouth. ""Come have a shower with me. It's cold and I want your warm body next to mine.
+Zade and Fem walked hand in hand to the bathroom, and as the door closed behind them, Vana pushed Abs down in front of the fireplace, and straddled her.
+""Now it's my turn . . . ""Vana whispered as she pulled Abs's jeans down.
+"" For?"" Abs asked breathlessly. Gentle kisses on the inside of her thigh were driving her insane.
+""This."" Vana said, her fingers deep inside her lover and her mouth settling over her clit.
+""Thank Goddess you're a switch!"" Abs said with laboured breath.
+~ ~ ~
+Hours later, both couples had been allocated bedrooms. Each couple had their own space, but the cottage being quaint, they still had to respect each other's privacy to a certain extent.
+Vana had made mouth-watering seafood paella and Zade and Abs were sitting around the kitchen, giving directions as Fem made the salad. The soft, sultry sounds of Sarah Vaughn was playing in the background – Vana's choice of music.
+""I love this song!"" Zade said, as she popped a sliver of cheese into her mouth.
+Vana hummed with. ""Admit it; you only like me for my taste in music, and wine.""
+""And women"" Femininity added quickly.
+Abs sighed dramatically ""Can we not have a fragment of a conversation that doesn't turn sexual?"" she asked as she dipped a finger into her wine glass. Vana watched her closely, walked over in her natural seductive way, slithered up closely behind her, took Abs's hand in hers, took her finger into her mouth and sucked the wine drops off.
+Abs melted. When Vana eventually pulled Abs's finger from her mouth, she blushed slightly, and said in a sultry, sexy voice ""No … ""
+Vana asked Abs for a kiss. Leaning into her, Abs snaked her tongue between Vana's lips hungrily. They could have kissed for hours, but eventually Vana pulled away reluctantly, and excused herself for a moment.
+Abs sighed from a combination of satisfaction and frustration, as she watched Vana walk away.
+""You two are so natural together and so comfortable with your sexuality. It's amazing, really. ""Fem said, as she pulled Zade closer to her.
+Abs smiled. ""I never thought I would have with anyone what I have with her. You're right, it's incredible.
+""And hot. You two are very hot together. And sexy. ""
+Zade nodded her agreement as Abs blushed, and shifted slightly in her seat.
+Fem thought for a moment. ""I have to ask …"" she said, taking another sip of her wine. She paused for a moment before she continued. ""What's it like ... you know … being with her?""
+Abs knew she wasn't talking about ""being"" with Vana as a couple. She blushed again, this time a little more than before, took a long drag from her cigarette, and slowly blew out the smoke, before answering. ""She's insatiable … ""
+Femininity groaned. ""I thought so. I mean, I never doubted … ""she stumbled over her words and eventually decided to let the moment dissolve into silence.
+Dinner was incredible. Good food, more wine, excellent company, and soon, they were all seated in front of the fire. Zade was sitting in between Fem's legs with Fem's arms wrapped around her tightly.
+Abs and Vana were entwined in a heap of legs, and arms.
+Zade leaned forward pulled the curtain back slightly. It's snowing!! She said.
+Vana untangled herself from Abs's warm, soft embrace. ""Snow . . . A perfect end to a perfect evening."" She smiled, and stretched. Then took Abs's hand and pulled Abs to her feet. ""Good night, you two. Vana said.
+""Fresh dreams"" Abs whispered. A smile formed on Fem's lips as she saw Abs place her hand gently, yet possessively on the small of Vana's back, and walk with her to their bedroom. ""No guesses over what they will be doing as soon as that door is closed behind them.""
+Zade took Fem's face between her hands and kissed her passionately. "" They'll be doing what we will be doing.""
+""What did you have in mind, Beautiful?"" She asked.
+Zade answered by leaning back into her, and kissing her deeply. With Fem's arms around her body, she felt hard nipples piercing into her back. ""I love feeling you against me like that."" Zade whispered. Fem replied with a slight groan as she started rubbing Zade through her pants. She could feel her moistness, and it turned her on even more. She rubbed harder with the palm of her hand as they kissed, their mouths teasing each other, and taking greedily what they both wanted. ""Bedroom. Now."" Fem said hungrily.
+~ ~ ~
+Abs emerged from the bedroom muttering "" Coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee"" as if it was a Gregorian chant. Zade held a steaming mug out to her. "" Drink up. I'm sure you need your strength after last night"" Abs nearly spat out her first sip, but then realised she needed the caffeine more. She swallowed hard, took another five huge gulps, handed the mug back to Zade for more. ""What do you mean?"" She asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow.
+Fem and Zade looked at each other, and smiled knowingly. ""I'm not saying a word"" Zade said.
+""Well then neither am I."" Abs smiled smugly.
+""Oh, I think we heard more than enough last night."" Fem said. Abs was about to answer her, when Vana walked out of their bedroom in a dreamy sleepy way. Her long, blonde curls tumbled down her back and over her shoulders.
+""Good morning, Lovelies."" she said with a smile as she leaned over, and kissed Abs's mouth, letting her lips linger for a few second longer than for an ordinary kiss. The other three grinned at Vana as she poured herself some coffee and took a sip.
+""What?"" Vana asked quizzically as the other three watched her with a smile.
+""What??"" She asked again in an amused manner.
+Zade licked her lips before she spoke. ""Vana, you have bite marks all over your throat and neck. Did Abs turn into a Vampire last night? ""
+Abs moved her eyes over Vana's bruised skin, as she recalled the night before. She felt herself grow increasingly wet as she remembered the sensation of her teeth sinking into Vana's skin. A visible shiver ran through her body, and as she shivered, she felt the scratch marks on her back, make contact with her sweater. _Ouch, it hurts!_ she thought. She didn't say anything, because the evidence in Vana's neck was already enough to show that they had some seriously rough sex the night before.
+Vana's hand moved gently over her throat as she felt the bite marks. Her mind also went back to their passionate night before. How Abs had driven her to orgasm so many times, how she had matched her own orgasms by returning the favour, and the pleasure. How was it possible for sex to be so driven, and passionate, but at the same time gentle, intense and loving?
+""It was … it is … always … heavenly …"" Vana replied eventually in a dreamy voice. ""We're all four very passionate and sexual beings. Let's just admit it.""
+All four friends agreed wordlessly, lost in thought, each with their own fantasies, as they went about making breakfast.
+~ ~ ~
+Zade and Vana went for a long morning walk in the snow, while Abs stayed in, playing cards with Fem. Zade showed Vana the surrounding beauty of the waterfalls and the forest.      ""It's so beautiful here. I don't like the cold weather, but Abs has given me an appreciation of snow and its beauty.""      ""I love it too. The crispness of the air and the sound it makes under my feet when I walk on a snow covered landscape.""      They found themselves staring into a small creek being fed by the waterfall. The water looked black against the backdrop of the snowy banks. Standing in silence they watched as the water cascaded down the side of the mountain into the pool below sending the water over the rocks into a rolling tempest.      ""I feel like Alice and I should be sprinkling Dana's ashes into the water."" Zade said as she dropped a ball of snow into the calmer water that lie on the edges of the bank.      ""Fem calls me the blonde Helena."" Nirvana laughed.
+""We're the L Word UK."" Zade frowned ""What do you think they're talking about?""      ""Who?""      "" Abs and Fem.""      ""Us more than likely.""      ""Should we be worried?""      ""No. We can talk about them on the walk back.""      Zade threw one more snowball into the water below. ""Bye Dana.""
+~~~
+Abs discarded her cards into the pile. ""I'll take two.""      Fem dealt out two more cards and surveyed her own. ""What are we playing again?""  
+""I thought we were playing Rummy?""      ""I thought it was Poker.""      ""Let's just make things up as we go along. Want another beer?""      ""Yeah."" Fem tossed a card onto the table and took a quick drag from Abs cigarette. ""What do you think they are talking about?""      Abs placed two bottles of beer on the table and sat down. ""Us, what else? Global warming?""      ""You're such a bitch."" She took a drink from her beer. ""Your deal.""      ""You two seem quite comfortable together.""      ""Yea we are. She's so much fun to be with and sexy too.""      ""She's demented. I love her.""      ""So?""      ""So what?""      ""How are things with you and Nirvana?""      Abs took a drag from her cigarette and slowly let the smoke rise to the ceiling.      ""Things are beautiful. She makes me very happy and I love her deeply.""      ""Deeply…I bet."" Snickered Fem.      ""Stop eavesdropping on our sex life!""
+Their conversation was interrupted by Zade and Vana coming back from their walk. They were all four famished, and soon the smell of roasted garlic and herbs was heavy in the air. They all enjoyed the home made pizzas and noted that it was getting dark early.
+Just like the night before they were all four settled around the warm fire, each with the drink of their choice. Fem was feeling slightly uneasy about their morning conversation. Although Vana had said they were all extreme sexual beings, she wanted to make sure that the other couple were not uncomfortable with what had taken place in the kitchen.
+Fem said gently: ""Vana, I didn't want to embarrass you in any way this morning. It's just that … Well, it's sexy, seeing those bruises.""
+Zade smiled at her lover. ""Like this one?"" She asked, moving the neck of her polar fleece sweater down, to reveal a nasty bite.
+Fem smiled adventurously. ""I did that?""
+Zade kissed her full on the lips. ""You did that.""
+Nirvana added ""I have always thought there should be a specific term for that – the physical, sexy little reminds from the previous night. The feeling the next day – being sore, from being severely fucked. It's heavenly. Moving in a specific way, and hurting and knowing she did that to me.
+""It sounds so hot when you say that."" Abs whispered into Vana's ear, as she was reminded of the deep scratches on her back.
+We call it ""left-overs"" Zade said.
+""It looks sexy, too."" Vana said in a whisper, back to Abs, yet loud enough for the other two to hear. ""I love trailing my fingers gently over the scratch marks I left on your back last night … kissing down your spine as I make love to your bruises.""
+Nirvana's words from earlier, was on loop in Fem's head "" _We're all four very passionate and sexual beings. Let's just admit it_."" Added to that, there was Abs, who mentioned the previous day that she had been trying to ""let go"" of her emotions. Fem's head was spinning and her heart was pounding in her chest. She had always had feelings for Vana, and seeing Vana with Abs, and being in a sexy space, had only increased the attraction. She never would have dreamed of taking advantage of the situation, but _this_ was different. She wanted to say something – to start the conversation in that direction, but she was unable to define exactly what ""this"" was. She felt so close to the other couple, both emotionally, and physically. She knew, from her long chats with Zade, that she understood, and felt similarly. They were all exceptionally comfortable with themselves, and with each other. If there ever was a chance of the four of them playing together, this was it. She was not about to let the opportunity pass by.
+""We've all come along way during the past few months in our relationships."" She started.
+"" _Come_ along way"" Zade snickered. ""Well, yeah! I captured player of the year 2006, into being the best girlfriend in the world.""
+""You're such a good wife."" Fem laughed impishly.
+""I hate it when you call me that!"" Zade called as she left the room for a moment.
+""Admit it – you secretly love it!"" Fem joked back at her.
+Vana laughed, and as she did, she leaned forward and placed her hand gently on Femininity's knee. Electricity soared through Fem's body as she felt Vana's gentle touch. Their eyes met and in that moment, there was the unspoken promise of passionate possibilities. Fem placed a hand over Vana's, and looked over at Abs while she spoke.
+""I don't want us to wake up tomorrow morning and know we were drunk and it was all meaningless.""
+""What was meaningless?"" Zade asked, taking a long drag from her cigarette as she walked back in.
+""What do you want to do?"" Abs faced Femininity, as she asked the inevitable question.
+""How far, would you two go, in front of us?""
+""I find it incredibly sexy to watch others, to hear a couple making love . . . ""Vana said softly.
+Abs ran the back of her hand gently over Vana's cheek. ""Yes Baby, but . . . for me, there is certain boundaries. Sex is sacred. Maybe I'm just not ready to share you yet. ""Vana kissed her hand and the next moment they were in each other's arms, sharing kisses and gentle touch.
+""Then that is when we will each take our leave and go our separate ways. Personally, I find it so hot, just knowing we will all be making love at the same time. ""Fem glanced over at Zade, before she continued.
+""We have three hours before twelve. Whatever happens in those three hours, happens, but when the clock strikes 12, let's bring in the New Year by coming together.""
+""Orgasming together?"" Zade smiled wickedly. ""Like at the same time? All four of us?"" Regardless of where we are and with whom?""
+""Synchronised fucking. I like it."" Abs said as she licked Vana's neck.
+The clock struck nine.
+Zade moved her legs, to sit directly behind Fem, her fingers starting to massage Fem's shoulders. ""Let's start by chatting, just like we have been doing. Considering that we're going to come together, what is your favourite way of pleasing each other simultaneously?""
+Abstruse and Nirvana looked at each other as Abs said ""69, with her on top. I love burying my face inside her as she does the same to me.""
+""Fem loves my fingers. I'd say mutual masturbation is our favourite way. ""Fem smiled and kissed her hand."" You have wonderful fingers, Darling.""
+Vana shivered visibly."" I love the image of two women laying side by side, their hands moving between each others thighs.""
+Abs swallowed hard. ""I don't … we don't always need that type of touch to come together. Sometimes we don't need touch at all."" We call them shadowgasms. It started with Vana being able to come without me touching her, or her touching herself. When I was still in the States, she would … we would play online, and it would be seriously sexy and very hot. I guess we took cyber sex to another level."" The both smiled.
+Vana pulled her closer before Abs continued. ""All she'd need was a few words – whether it was on a screen, or over the phone – just to push her over the edge and that in turn would bring me right there with her. I needed minimal touch before I could come with her. After that we played until we could both do it. It's like, she gets so turned on that she has to come, whether I physically make her come or not. It's a mind fuck. And when she does, the sound of her, the sight, the feeling is so incredible. And to know I did that to her – _that_ makes me come.
+""Well that's really hot."" Zade said. ""But Fem and I have always had this fantasy ..."" She laughed and glanced over at Fem.
+""I guess we all think of Vana and have fantasies"" Fem said.
+This was all encouragement Abs needed. Vana was sitting in front of her. Abs placed her hands on either side of Vana's hips, and pulled her up, onto her lap, facing away from her. Her hands slowly pulled up Vana's skirt, to expose more of her deliciously sexy skin, as she moved Vana to a more comfortable position on her lap. Vana played with, moving herself so that her behind was, at first rubbing, and then settling perfectly against her lover. In the process, she opened her legs slightly, and placed them on either side of Abs's legs. Abs moved her hands to Vana's knees, and slowly started caressing the insides of her legs, as she kissed her neck.
+Zade and Fem were kissing passionately on the couch, their hands moving all over each other's bodies. Fem's hands were already cupping Zade's breasts, feeling her nipples push into her palms. The fact that both couples were in the same room, and could experience what the other couple was doing, made the encounter incredibly hot.
+In that moment, they stopped holding back and let themselves express what they were feeling.
+""I love watching them. "" Zade said, as she took control, flipped Fem over, and slid down between Fem's legs. She pushed up Fem's shirt, and started kissing her way up from her belly button, to her exposed breasts.
+Vana watched them, as Abs caressed her inner thighs. She was throbbing with need, as she placed her hands over Abs's, and moved them up higher and higher between her legs, where, eventually Abs's hands came into contact with her very wet panties.
+Abs groaned into her neck, as she kissed her skin, and felt Vana arching her back, leaning into her, longing for her touch.
+""Please …. Baby …"" Vana breathed.
+""No more words . . . only touch."" Abs said as her fingers stroked over Vana's panties.
+Fem and Zade were engrossed in each other. Zade opened the buttons of Fem's jeans, and played with the edge of her panties as she licked her navel. Fem shivered, and buried her hands in her lover's hair, as she pulled her closer.
+Although the two couples were on either side of the room, they were in close proximity of each other, and could experience every sounds and every sight. Minutes went by, the air hot with anticipation as they continued their exploration.
+""I need more space"" Zade said, as she slid even further down Fem's body.
+""Bedroom?"" Fem asked, as Abs spanked Vana's bottom hard, to get her off her lap. The sound resonated through the room.
+The clock struck ten.
+~~~
+Their bedrooms were exactly opposite each other. As Fem was lying down on their bed, and being kissed by Zade, she saw movements in the other bedroom. She heard whispers, too, but the lights were off. The previous half hour in front of the fire, was the most erotic experience she had ever experienced, and although she was exceptionally turned on, she was reluctant for it to end.
+Zade had removed both of their shirts, and was sucking on her nipples, and biting gently. It drove her wild. Fem gave one last glance over to the other couples darkened room, and decided that this was her last rational thought for the night. What she saw, took her breath away.
+Nirvana was completely naked, and was moving slowly around the room, lighting candles. The candles cast just enough light for enough detail to be visible, yet, creating a softer, sexier atmosphere.
+The combination of Zade's greedy mouth on her breasts, and seeing Nirvana naked, was enough to make her impossibly wetter. Urgently, she pushed Zade down, wordlessly begging for release. They were lost in the moment, shedding clothes, as Zade kissed down her body.
+Zade glanced over at the other room as she pulled Femininity's jeans down, and off. She saw Abs walking towards their bedroom door. Femininity saw her too, and had just enough clear thought of mind to realise that their chance of experiencing the other couple, was now officially over, as they thought Abs was about to close her door.
+The moment Zade started licking Fem's thighs, they both noticed, through their own passion and heat of the moment that Abs had in fact opened their bedroom door wider, and was standing in the doorway, glancing over at them. Zade rubbed the tip of her tongue over Fem's clit, and Fem groaned with lust. In the other room, Nirvana walked up to Abs, and came to stand behind her, and started unbuttoning Abs's shirt. The couple who were already indulging, lost all sense as Zade pushed her mouth into Fem's sex, and licked her hard.
+Nirvana unbuttoned Abs's shirt, and placed her hands possessively over Abs's breasts, feeling her nipples come to life, as they watched the other couple.
+At last, Zade and Fem were both naked, and Fem was hovering on the brink of orgasm, when Zade plunged her fingers deep into her, which made her spasm hard around her fingers, and orgasm wildly.
+On the opposite side of the hallway, Vana was lying naked – half on, half off of the bed. Abstruse had spread Nirvana's legs wide open, and she was kneeling between her thighs, with her mouth on Vana. Vana's heart was pounding. Her breasts were aching to be touched, her body aching for attention. Abs slid her mouth along her most sensitive parts, and pushed her further towards pleasure. Vana's body begged wordlessly.
+In that moment, Abs stopped all contact her mouth had, and kissed her way up to Vana's breasts. She sucked a nipple into her hot mouth lazily, and moaned, while she bit down, and let her tongue rub deftly over the hardness. Vana moaned her name. Abs moved up by kissing her hot skin, and sucking her neck. She lingered at her ear, licking and groaning while Vana begged her to make her come.
+""Anticipation is my favourite aphrodisiac."" Abs whispered, as Vana sucked in a sharp breath. Her lover's fingers plunged into her. Pleasure rose between them, and so did the heat, as Abs moved her fingers rhythmically in, and out of Nirvana. Vana slid her hand over Abs's sex, opened her up, and rubbed her hard. Abs answered Vana's moan, by adding her own. Moments later, they both breathed their orgasm out with much panting.
+""They sound so hot."" Zade said as Femininity rubbed her clit with her thumb. They were getting more and more aroused as the sounds from the next room became more urgent. Fem felt how hot Zade was, and she rubbed harder and faster. They both felt the electrifying shudders that ran through their bodies. ""You're so lovely."" Fem groaned, as she moved on top of Zade, and they settled into a delicious 69.
+""I need you to bring me down gently, Baby."" Vana whispered, as she touched her lover's face with her fingertips. Abs's eyes glazed over with love for this almost fragile beauty. As they shared soft kisses, Vana's eyes started to close.
+""Rest, my Beauty."" Abs whispered to her lover.
+""Wake me up deliciously."" Nirvana said, as she drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep.
+Abs sat in silence in front of the fire place, enjoying a cigarette, thinking about the intensity of this love as she listened to the other couple making love.
+The clock struck eleven.
+~~~
+Half an hour later, Abs moulded her body into Vana's. Lying side by side she put her arms around her love. She started circling her clit lightly with her fingers and as she felt her growing increasingly wetter, and responding to her touch, she rubbed her harder and more urgently. Vana was waking up slowly, and as she moaned with pleasure, Abs lifted her leg slightly, and entered her superficially with the strap on dildo that Vana had been rubbing up against. Vana's groans grew louder as Abs pushed into her harder, and started rocking against her for a slow, sexy fuck.
+Abs had one hand on Vana's breast, teasing her nipple, and the other on Vana's hip, pushing herself deeper into her lover. As she pulled out of a gentle thrust, she moved Vana onto her hands and knees and entered her from behind. Moments later, Vana was begging and grinding herself into Abs feverishly.
+Next door, Femininity responded well to Nirvana's begging, by opening Zade's lips and letting her tongue slide inside. With her fingers up inside her, her tongue probing, she teased Zade's clit and licked and sucked like a hungry beast. Zade matched her movements precisely.
+Abs glances at the clock on the side. It was fifteen minutes to go till midnight.
+""Baby, you have to slow down. If you keep rocking your hips against me like that you're going to make me come. ""she warned Vana in a wanting voice.
+""Shhhh, Baby. I don't care. Fuck me … just like that … Yes … ""Vana responded by allowing Abs to push deeper into her, and fuck her harder. Abs adjusted their rhythm, by moving deeper inside her lover, but caressing her clit slower, keeping her away from orgasm for as long as she could.
+Zade was in ecstasy, feeling her lover's mouth all over her, and having her sex licked, and sucked, and kissed and stimulated in so many different ways for such a long period of time. She was ready to come, but not just yet.
+""I love what you do to me, Darling. I love feeling your mouth all over me"" she said, as she lowered her head once again to match Fem's movements.
+Fem tilted her head for a moment, and immediately missed the sweet taste, and the wet warmth of her lover.
+""Yes …"" is all she could say, before she started lapping on Zade's clit.
+All four women were in different stages of ecstasy, nearing orgasm, as the clock ticked down the seconds, till midnight. Moans of pleasure could be heard over laboured breathing and rhythmic movements of licking, sucking, tasting, kissing, eating, and riding each other. They were high on lust. They lost track of time, as they moved towards that point of satiation, where body, mind and soul has been fed, and filled.
+Vana came hard with Abs deep inside of her, Abs's fingers entangled in her sex, rubbing her rhythmically. Abs felt her lover spasm against her, and the sexy movement of her arse and hips against her, pushed her over the edge, too.
+Fem couldn't hold her orgasm any longer, and came as well, breathing hot lusty breaths into her lover's sex. As she felt the hot air on her clit, Zade spasmed, and reached orgasm.
+The clock struck twelve.
+~~~
+""Happy New Year!"" Abs said cheerfully as Fem walked into the kitchen. The two women hugged, and grinned at each other wordlessly, as Fem started preparing coffee. They were both quiet, but comfortable in each other's presence.
+Zade walked out of the bathroom, having had a delicious hot shower. She sighed in a relaxed, satisfied manner.
+""A weekend of absolute fucking heaven!"" she said and pulled Fem closer for a kiss.
+""It's about fucking time!"" Femininity laughed as she kissed her full on the lips and snaked her arms around her lover.
+Abs smiled at the couple. ""Except, the timing has to be right."" She winked.
+""We don't make enough time for sex"" Zade agreed.
+The three of them sipped their coffee in blissful silence, each with their own thoughts, which were surprisingly similar in nature. Their thoughts were of exploring together, with not too many rules. Staying within the boundaries, yet still enjoying their sexuality openly. And most importantly, not hurting or betraying anyone. Being together, while they gave each other only what they could, and in that giving, finding that _that_ , was more than enough.
+""I wonder who will be the first to want more."" Femininity grinned.
+Clothed only in Abs's shirt from the previous night, a sleepy Vana appeared in the doorway of their bedroom as if on cue. Abstruse looked at her with raw, unbridled lust.
+""Come back to bed, Baby"" Vana whispered with her gently, sexy smile.
+This time, Abstruse closed the bedroom door behind them. And so did Femininity, after she walked Zade into theirs.
+
+"
+11,AH Fantasies,RedHairedandFriendly,Chain Stories,2007-03-07,2007-08-19,2022-01-08 03:46:04,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/ah-fantasies-ch-07,1. Handcuffs & lollipops are this redhead's fantasy. 2. Red's buttons are pushed by several Lit Ladies.,"['Bar', 'Bondage', 'Literoticans', 'Lollipop', 'Ranch', 'Redhead', 'Sucker', 'Three Men One Woman']",4.17,"**Author's Note:** _This story contains sexual situations involving restrained wrists and a couple of light swats, no other BDSM scenes. This is a MFMM fantasy containing anal, vaginal and oral sex. I want to thank all the folks who are writing in this chain for allowing so many writers to ""use"" you in their stories. A special thank you goes out to: jushorny, joeys_game and neonurotic for granting me permission to bring my fantasy to life and to MagicaPractica for editing services. Most of all for CrimsonMaiden for her willingness to organize this chain and feminity for thinking it up. Enjoy the story and feel free to vote or comment if you like. Thanks again to Literotica for just existing. ~ Red_
+**** **** ****
+ **Handcuffs and Lollipops**
+I sat there studying the flashing lights of ABSTRUSIONS. The local Literotica bar was one I had ventured into off and on over the last few months. Now I was quite addicted to not only the tasty drinks, but the wonderful decor and entertaining patrons that frequented the rowdy joint. This particular evening was different. Tonight I was going to go in alone, but leave with not one, not two, but three very willing victims.
+Movement to my left drew my attention and I lifted a brow as I saw Vana walk in holding a bright pink flamingo. My lips curled in a grin as I imagined the look on Abs's face when she got back from whatever mysterious location she'd jetted off to. Sometimes I was jealous of all her jet setting across the country, but the drinks at ABSTRUSIONS were free, so I knew better than to let the green-eyed monster come out of hiding. Besides, it was because of Abs that I was even welcome in the bar. I abide by her rules, never wearing pink or evening bringing it into the hot club. Well, there was that one time, but lucky for me Vana had done so much more to the establishment that I got away with nothing but a snicker...or was that a growl?
+The minutes seemed to slip by as I tried to calm the butterflies in my stomach. I looked at my watch, the little naked cock that served as a second hand clicked steadily and the hands pointed to seven o'clock. It was time, I told myself, and smoothed my sweaty palms down my black leather skirt. I hoped they liked it. The matching zipper vest hugged my generous bosom and when I got out of my little red sports car, my thigh high platform boots made me seem much taller than my five-foot four inches.
+""Welcome to Ab's,"" a voice called from the bar.
+I turned and waved to SelenaKitten. She was pouring some concoction together and nodding to me with her head. I watched her long fingers grip the bottles that were held upside down in both hands, admired the perfectly manicured nails and the way she moved with such grace. I gave her a quick nod back and eyed her newest ensemble. The short swoop-necked blouse hugged her figure and accented her milky skin. The freckles on her shoulders and across her nose only added to the beauty of her emerald eyes and long red hair.
+A sigh escaped me as I watched her turn away and take care of another customer. I scanned the bar and noticed Severusmax eying one of the locals' ass, Scarlet. I winked and smirked at him, knowing his fetish for redheads. I almost thought of warning Scarlet, but thought twice and decided she could handle the wily Dom.
+Just as I was about to head to the corner booth where I was supposed to meet my three fantasy men, I noticed Remec coming out of the restroom. He was a little unsteady on his feet, so I quickly walked up to him and helped him take a seat at the bar. I couldn't help but press myself against him and let my breast rub against his arm. A tingle was my reward and so I pressed a bit more firmly. His hand slipped around and pulled me close. ""Another night,"" I whispered to him, pulled myself from his strong grip and sauntered over to my booth.
+Eventually, feeeriek came over and placed a Long Island Ice Tea in front of me along with a bowl of pretzels. ""Vana's decorating again,"" she told me and then pointed to the stage where Vana was currently trying to hang her bright pink flamingo from the ceiling. I lifted a brow and then shook my head.
+""Abs will have her in the office as soon as she steps through the door,"" I said and took a sip of my drink.
+""Of course she will. Why do you think she does it?"" feeeriek headed back to the bar to pick up more drinks for the other patrons that littered the floor of Ab's club.
+I nervously toyed with the straw in my drink. I spun the ice and glanced around. S-Des and Kit were very much into each other. He had one hand on the table, the other had mysteriously disappeared under it. To me, Kit wasn't even paying attention to The Fool, who was chewing on his cigar and delivering some touching and witty prose. I watched the lovers, knowing full well where S-Des's hand was and what it was doing.
+The Fool's voice drew me in and I listened. It seemed as if poetry flowed from his lips like silk draping an Egyptian goddess. That thought made me look over to another table in the bar. I gazed admiringly at Sweetsubsarahh and notice how she was seemingly unaware of her ability to capture the attention of every man in the room. Perhaps it was her button-down white blouse that was often unbuttoned, leaving her breasts and belly button on display. Then again, it may be because she's as sweet as her name suggests.
+I wondered why she was sitting alone, but just as that thought presented itself I noticed Rob walk over and claim the seat next to her.
+""They look good together. Don't they?"" a voice from behind me said, catching me off guard. I turned around and felt my heart leap into my throat.
+There they were. My tongue snaked out and licked my pink hued lips. ""For you,"" Jus said, handing me a bright red lollipop. I took the offered sweet and placed it in my mouth. He stepped around the booth and I scooted over so he could sit beside me. I glanced back and watched Joey repeat the gesture, handing me another red lollipop. He claimed the booth seat across from me and Neo slid in beside him. In his hand was another lollipop, but this one's stick was taped to a pair of cuffs.
+My brown eyes took in the glint of steel and my pulse quickened. I could feel Jus's hand on my thigh, his fingers already sliding up under the edge of my skirt. ""You want to finish your drink first?"" he asked me, and I just blinked back, not quite sure I was ready to leave, but yet wanting desperately to get my fantasy going.
+""Finish your drink, Red,"" Neo told me and pushed my beverage back to me. He lifted his hand and ordered water for himself and beer for the others. It wasn't long before Jus's hand was pressing against my black thong and I knew my crotch was wet.
+""Nice,"" he whispered and then slid one finger between the cloth and my warm skin. I jumped just a bit and then watched Joey smirk. He knew exactly what Jus was doing. I could see it in his eyes, but I said nothing, silently offering him a challenge.
+I glanced to Neo, who nudged Joey. ""I think Red dropped her napkin,"" he said, the look in his eyes dared me to correct him. I bit down the words that would have proclaimed him a fibber and listened to Joey offer to slide under the table and retrieve the ""dropped napkin.""
+When I felt Joey's hands on my knees, I shuddered and my legs opened willingly. Jus continued to slide his finger up and down my slit, coaxing more slick juices from its home and barely stopped his ministrations when Joey's fingers pulled the material of my panty completely away from my pussy, leaving my sex completely exposed to his viewing pleasure.
+""Enjoying yourself?"" Neo asked, just as Joey's tongue collided with my slit. I gulped my drink and nodded my head. Jus's fingers rose up to my clit and he began to twist and tease the hardened nub. I bit my lower lip and gasped as Joey nipped at my outer lips.
+""Damn panties,"" Jus muttered and then growled low, ""I thought you didn't like them."" He looked to Neo and asked, ""Got your knife handy?""
+""Knife "" I squeaked, not knowing if it was because of the mention of the slick blade or if it was because Joey had just shoved three fingers into my cunt.
+""Of course,"" Neo replied, leaning to one side and removing one of the weapons he knew I desired. The pocket knife slid across the table and Jus grabbed it. He handed it to Joey, who cursed at having to deal with the panties I had chosen to wear.
+""Stay still Red,"" Neo ordered and I did.
+I felt the cool blade slide gently across my inner thigh and I knew Joey was having fun with me. He teased my skin and Jus reached down to begin the work on my pussy that Joey was neglecting. Just as I thought the young man under the table was going to learn every freckle on my thigh with the tip of the weapon I felt it slide across the bottom of my panties. I remained still, but not calm. I was far from it. He split my panties apart and Jus grinned wide. I heard Joey mutter words of appreciation and then he paid homage to my sloppy sex. As his face dove into my pussy, Jus teased my clit, bringing juices for Joey to drink up.
+My eyes locked with Neo's and I saw he was enjoying the torment the two men were causing me, but in reality I wasn't complaining or begging them to stop either. My hips rose to meet every thrust of Joey's tongue and one of my hands dropped down to join Jus. I held his fingers against my clit as I ground myself into his thick fingers. The air seemed to fill with the scent of my sex and I knew from the looks on Jus's face and Neo's that they both could smell it. I glanced down at Joey and saw the hunger in his eyes.
+""Come for him, Red,"" Neo demanded and my body seemed to react with a will of its own. I gripped Jus's hand as he continued to rub my clit and I buried my head in his neck, stifling my screams. My come flooded Joey, but I knew he was ready for it. His mouth covered the slick opening and his tongue made quick work of my cunt as he coaxed the thick honey liquid from my depths.
+When I could breathe again, I pulled my face from Jus's neck, locking the scent of his skin and shampoo in my mind. I don't know how long I clung to him, but when I opened my eyes, Joey was back in his seat, calmly sipping his beverage and grinning like a cat who'd stolen the cream, which he had.
+""Let's go,"" Neo said and slid out of his seat. The rest of us followed and I waved goodbye to Selena, who shot me a knowing look. I blushed, but shrugged my shoulders. What could I say . . . I am _friendly._
+We walked toward my car, but Neo grabbed my arm and steered me in the opposite direction.
+""Where are we going?"" I asked as we walked across the street and behind a number of well-visited joints.
+Neo shrugged his shoulders. ""We'll all know when we get there.""
+I thought, ""What kind of answer is that?""
+It wasn't long though before we suddenly came across a place in the middle of nowhere. I recognized the big black horse and the cherry tree though and smiled, thinking of the few times I had visited FTF's place. I couldn't wait to sit under the high, airy ceilings and lounge on the big black couches. ""I love this place,"" I told my friends and they agreed, but admitted they only lurked on the outside of the beautiful building. ""Well, now's the time to visit.""
+""This way,"" Neo told me, pulling me along a path that led to the stables. I knew about the private quarters that FTF's barns had. They were designed for the guests that wanted to do more dangerous and intimate things. Things she didn't want seen in the main building. My lower lip was soon captured by my teeth and I gnawed gently on it.
+We headed to the back of the barn, passing the stalls where FTF's beautiful Bandit and Luke rested. Both whinnied as if they knew what we four were up to. When we reached the back part of the structure, Neo produced a key and opened the pale wood door. He stepped in. I followed, as did Jus and Joey. There was no time for me to back out, not that I wanted to anyway. I was here and I wasn't planning on leaving 'till my fantasy was fulfilled.
+I felt Neo's hands on my shoulders, moving into my hair and forcing my head back. Our lips touched and his tongue moved daringly over mine. My knees buckled as I pressed myself into him. If it wasn't for the strength in his thighs, I probably would have knocked him over. I felt a pair of hands on my vest and I pulled my lips from Neo's. I looked at Jus and watched his fingers tug on the zipper pull of the slippery leather. He moved toward me and captured my mouth in a hungry kiss, again my pulse raced as my body threatened to melt. I lost Jus's mouth when I jerked away. Joey's hands were moving up and down my thighs, freeing the zipper of each boot an inch at a time. His mouth rained kisses on my creamy flesh, as if he were trying desperately to connect the dots of freckles he'd toyed with earlier.
+""You guys are killing me,"" I muttered and all three chuckled. Neo's hands pulled the vest from my torso after Jus spread it open, exposing my pink nipples and my white globes. I hissed as his fingers brushed across my areolas and Neo's hands slid back up my torso and then across to run circles over my stomach. Joey's hands pulled off my boots and skated up the back of my legs, kneading the muscles and making me shift nervously as six hands explored my heated flesh.
+My skirt was suddenly slipping down my hips, thanks to Neo's expert and nimble fingers. I whimpered softly, wanting my three soon to be lovers just as exposed as I was, but I also didn't want them to stop touching me. Finally a collective sigh left our lips and I stood naked and vulnerable. Licking my lips I wanted nothing more than to cover myself from the hungry eyes that were devouring me. I reached up to do just that and suddenly felt the cold steel of Neo's cuffs clamp onto my wrists.
+""Damn,"" I muttered, ""I forgot about them.""
+""Yeah, I figured you had. You left your lollipops too,"" Neo whispered and then produced two of my suckers from his pocket, the two I had not yet opened. He tossed them to the dresser that rested on the east wall and then led me by the chain that connected the cuffs, over to the bed. ""Climb on, Red,"" he demanded, his voice as hard as the steel that kept me captive.
+I did as he said and settled on the center of the bed. He didn't like that position and jerked my ankles so I was laying in the center but with my body across the width of the king size creation instead of the length. When he stepped back, I rolled to my side as best I could with my hands still cuffed and watched the three men begin to remove their clothes.
+Joey slid easily from his button-up shirt. He kicked his shoes off, tossing them to a corner where they thudded against the wall. I grinned, knowing he was anxiously awaiting the opportunity to join me on the thick comforter. My eyes lazily ran down his tight chest, taking in his dark nipples and how they pointed out as if beckoning me to suck and nip at them. His pants slid off his narrow hips and his cock jerked free of its denim home. I felt my pussy tighten as I thought of how much fun it would be to have his stiff rod buried deep inside me.
+A soft chuckle forced me to pull my attentions from Joey and I blushed as Jus finished removing his jeans. A whimper escaped my parted lips and I ran my tongue over the soft petals of flesh. His cock seemed to pulsate in time with the beating of my heart and I wondered if he could feel the heat of my desire washing over him as it washed over me. When his hand wrapped around his cock, juices eased from my sex and the muscles buried deep in my womb constricted as if they were trying to ready themselves for his seed.
+""She's such the slut,"" Neo said, his voice harsh, but yet comforting. I looked at him and took in the array of tattoos that covered his skin. Already my fingers itched to trace each one; my mouth seemed to beg me to cover the various shapes with sinful licks and tiny nibbles. A moan left my lips as I watched him discard the last of his clothing and his dick seemed to thicken further as I gazed longingly at his rod. ""You are a slut, aren't you Red?"" Neo asked as he moved toward me.
+I rolled onto my back, nodding my head and spread my legs.
+""Answer me,"" he demanded and then slapped my thigh. I jumped but felt the warm sting of my flesh as he swatted me again.
+""Yes, I'm a slut."" I looked up to both Jus and Joey. Both were advancing toward me. I wanted to reach out and touch all of them. Mentally I cursed the cuffs and knew that I would never want them again for I simply wanted . . . needed to feel the flesh that beckoned me to act wanton and sinful.
+""Where do you want us Red?"" Joey whispered against my left ear. I turned to him and kissed his lips. Our tongues danced slowly together. His hand moved to cup my left breast and he squeezed it firmly before sliding his fingers down to toy with my slick mound.
+""Eat me again, Joey."" I licked a path from his jaw to his ear, down his neck and then over his shoulder, which I nipped gently. He grinned and then slid his lips down my body, taking a taste of my left nipple, pulling it between his teeth and flicking it with his tongue.
+When I felt his mouth recapture my mound, I shuddered in ecstasy. ""Joey,"" I hissed and whimpered, my hips rising instinctively. He chuckled against my cunt and the heat of his breath blanketed me.
+""And where do you want us?"" Jus asked as he crawled toward me. My eyes traveled over both him and Neo. I knew what I wanted and I knew my desires were why they had agreed to let me use them. I wanted to see new things, to feel new things, to watch things that I knew were never going to happen outside of this place, this magical erotic land known as Literotica.
+""Sixty-nine me, Jus."" I watched him grin, as if he knew what I was thinking. I turned my head and gazed up at Neo.
+""Did you bring lube?"" I asked, and he snickered as if the question I had asked him was the most idiotic one I could imagine. ""I want to watch you fuck Jus, while I suck his cock.""
+Neo grinned, and Jus growled. Joey lapped at my pussy and groaned into it. ""Don't worry Joey. You'll get your ass fucked tonight too,"" I told him. He pushed in three fingers and twisted them to the right and then the left. I bucked up against his face and then he stopped as Jus slid over me.
+Hungrily I stared at Jus's rod bobbing up and down as if it were looking for a way to slide into my mouth. I looked to Neo and asked for the cuffs to be removed. He snickered and winked, but shook his head no. ""You'll manage. That's what good sluts do.""
+I smirked, stuck my tongue out and wiggled my cuffed hands between Jus and my body. I felt his chest hairs and toyed with the strands before I moved up further and found his rock hard member. My fingers wrapped around his tool and I lifted my head so his cock would slide easily into my mouth.
+It wasn't long before two tongues were working my pussy and my hips were rolling back and forth. Joey's hands slid under my ass and held me up. His grip was firm as he presented me to his mouth and Jus's as if I were a succulent dessert they couldn't get enough of. I felt strong fingers in my red hair and I looked up to see Neo running his hand up and down his well-lubed member.
+""Yes,"" I purred and then ran my tongue around Jus's balls, then up his shaft. My fingers continued to hold him, though the stroking was somewhat awkward. I pushed on the spongy head and then paused, holding one of his testicles in my mouth as Neo spread Jus's ass cheeks and slid a drop of warming gel into his anal opening.
+It seemed for a moment time stood still as Neo began to ease his dick into Jus's tight hole. I had the perfect view and as each inch was swallowed up, Neo captured the escaping gel and saved it from dripping onto my head. I winked up at him, my silent thanks as he grinned back in response. Soon he groaned loudly and Jus pushed back, taking in more of Neo's cock. I dropped Jus's ball and muttered, ""Fuck That is so hot."" I then lapped at the underside of Jus's velvet sack, before I opened my mouth fully and enveloped both of his balls in one swift suckle.  
+That was all it seemed to take for the action to resume. Joey went back to eating me out. Hard thrusts of his fingers and his tongue drove my hips upwards even more. Had it not been the firm grip of his hands on my round cheeks, I would have bucked him and Jus off my sloppy cunt. Jus's fingers pulled on my clit and his teeth feasted on the hard strip.
+I did my best to sup on Jus's balls, pushing my nose into his pubes and nuzzling my face into the musky scent of his crotch. I refused to close my eyes as I moved from his balls to his cock and with my cuffed wrists I managed to guide his dick to my mouth. I inhaled him, sucking and drawing the blood through the veins of his cock. I felt the rush under his skin and marveled at the feel of it. My hungry eyes devoured Neo's fucking of Jus's ass. I saw him pull out, hold, then slam back in. I watched Jus push back and heard him beg for more.
+I wanted more too. I needed so much, but yet my body wasn't ready. I needed something deeper than tongues could provide. I pulled Jus's cock from my mouth and ordered Joey to fuck my pussy. Neo never let up on Jus's ass, plunging his cock in to the hilt and letting his balls slap against his lover's ass. I felt the loss of one tongue, but then was quickly welcoming the full shaft of Joey as he slammed full force into me. There was no reason to ease his cock in. I was wet and begging to be used.
+Jus went back to work, doing his best to play with my cunt and suck some of the juices that were sliding all over Joey's dick. I felt the different muscles working my pussy and I whimpered as I went back to swallowing rod and watching the erotic scene just a few inches from my hungry lips.
+The only sound that filled the room were the sounds of bodies mashing together, people dragging in gulps of air, or hungry moans of lust as juice and saliva were swallowed. I heard Jus mutter a low curse and I increased the vigor of my sucking. His come shot out, filling my mouth and I felt it slide easily down my throat. I continued to drain him, wanting to feel another shot of his white pearls splash against my throat and warm my belly. In less than a second I got my reward and drank more of his milk. I purred against his cock, eventually releasing him and staring in awe as Neo pulled his shaft from Jus and stroked the remaining jerks he needed to get off. His spray shot over Jus's ass and I opened my mouth, capturing several drops. The taste of the two men's come mingled together and I knew sometime during the night, I'd have to drink all three gentlemen's hot cream.
+Jus wasn't still for long. I had not yet come and so he went to work on my pussy as Joey resumed his pounding. I clenched his meat tightly with my walls and felt the head of his cock become locked in the vise that was my cunt. He dragged himself free and then drove back in hard. Jus bit my clit and that was my undoing. Together Joey and I came, our bodies suddenly stiff and seemingly solid. I felt his pearls wrap around my honey and knew that Jus was enjoying the mixed cocktail that was erupting from my sex.
+I don't know how long we lay there in a heap of tangled arms and limbs, but eventually Jus moved from my body and rested on his back. Neo sat back in a chair that was resting near the bed and Joey seemed to wilt next to me on the bed. I took a deep breath, ran my hands over my body and felt the moistness between my legs. A warmth seemed to spread throughout my already flaming figure, but it was a different kind of feeling...a temporarily satisfied feeling. One that I knew I would need sated again and these three men were going to have to find a way to help me with my need. _After all, a girl cannot live on lollipops alone._
+
+"
+12,AH Fantasies,deathlynx,Chain Stories,2007-04-14,2007-05-18,2022-01-08 03:46:10,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/ah-fantasies-ch-12,1. MrsDeathlynx finally gets a chance to experiment. 2. A captive Deathlynx has fun with his captors.,"['Cunnilingus', 'Group Lesbian Sex', 'Lesbian First Time', 'Lesbian Foreplay']",4.15,"**Chapter 12; The ""Picnic""**
+Late night; the best time of the day for a visit to FallingtoFly's 'Place in the Middle of Nowhere.' Deathlynx and MrsDeathLynx had wandered in. As usual, Deathlynx couldn't help himself, between bouts of discussing video games or classic cartoons with Trombonus, he bounded around the room pouncing and snuggling with the various women who found there way into the well furnished home. MrsDL rolled her eyes and shook her head at his antics. Blackrose was there, so the two fretfully schemed about forthcoming weddings.
+Slyc_Willie was flirting with the women all around and receiving high praise for his skills. Kiten69 seemed to be in a strangely somber yet excited mood. The somber side was understandable, as S_Des was away for a few days, but that only made the excitement more remarkable. Everyone simply put it off to her perpetually bubbly personality.
+The place was even busier than normal this night. In addition to the usual suspects, RedHairedandFriendly and CrimsonMaiden had decided to stop by for a visit. The two were busy making new friends. They had already met Scriptordelecto, Starrkers and MagicaPractica in other threads, but Ungenderless didn't get out much and was delighted to talk to them. Of course, there were always people joining in the nearly constant party, and LipsofanAngel was there to greet them with a friendly smile. After all, when you're in the middle of nowhere, there are no neighbors to be upset by late night parties or, sometimes, orgies.
+SelenaKittyn wandered in and was warmly greeted by all. That was the signal that many in the room had waited patiently for. A single glance passed from FtF to Skip. Like many of the others, her knight in shining armor was in on the plan. It was his job to distract everyone who wasn't in on the scheme. Skip sent his page, Harv, to jump on the table. With all heads turned, FtF slipped behind MrsDL and whispered in her ear. ""We should go for a ride.""
+MrsDL's face lit up at the suggestion and she hurried out after FtF. Deathlynx, ever the victim of his attention deficit disorder, couldn't help but notice his wife's disappearance and he slipped out after her. The two were easy to spot as they headed towards the stables. Lynx grinned as he transformed into his large feline form and pranced off. He couldn't help but think of the mischief he could cause the two.
+As he approached the stables, he realized he should transform back. It wouldn't do to spook the horses. MrsDL had been bucked a long time before. The event had left her badly bruised and he hoped it hadn't effected her more permanently. As always the shift was easy, and in his typical black outfit, sticking to the shadows, and out of sight, was simplicity itself. He watched as his wife fed and patted the calm horses.
+There was a noise behind him. Lynx turned around and barely managed to slip deeper into the shadows as Selena, Ungie and Kiten slipped around the corner. The three laughed and joked as they wandered over to the stables. MrsDL and FtF looked up and smiled as the group approached. Deathlynx grinned to see so many beautiful women in one place.
+The grin faded as his world went black. The noise of his collapse and his sudden appearance, as he fell out of the shadows, caused the group of women to turn in surprise. MrsDL's eyes narrowed. She wondered what her precocious hubby was up to. Then Crim and Red stepped into view behind his unconscious form, followed by a giggling Magica.
+Red took the lead in explanations. ""You know, you really should be a little more careful when executing a plan. He is a sneaky bugger, so I can understand how he'd go unnoticed, but we thought we would lend a hand.""
+FtF was suspicious of how the three redheads knew of her plans, but accepted the unexpected aid nonetheless. She smiled warmly and nodded at the newcomers. MrsDL's suspicions quickly shifted from her husband to her hostess. She tried to discreetly back away, only to find her way blocked by Ungie. She shuddered as the tall woman slipped a hand around her waist and another onto her hip. It had often been joked that MrsDL was a closet bi, but she had never experimented. Ungie leaned forward to kiss her ear, a simple explanation of FtF's mysterious plan.
+""So, what do we do with him?"" Kiten's question was valid. In his feline form, he could very easily track the group, no matter where they moved.
+""We can watch him for you!"" FtF stared dubiously at Magica's very quick response. It didn't help that Crim and Red agreed just as quickly.
+FtF turned to the group with her, the ones in on the original plan. ""Kiten, do you think you could tie him up with some of the more effective knots Des has taught you?"" The young woman grinned and nodded. FtF laughed and tossed her some rope. ""Selena, can you stay and keep an eye on them? _All_ of them?"" Selena smirked but nodded her acceptance. She had originally only been intended as a lookout anyway, so keeping her here wouldn't spoil the plan any.
+FtF sauntered over to MrsDL. She brushed a stray, light brown, loch from the captive's blue eyes and smiled gently. ""Don't worry hun, we won't hurt him, or you for that matter. We just don't think this is an experience for witnesses. Maybe someday he'll be able to handle it, but not tonight."" She ended with a suggestive purr. Her hand dropped to run a thumb lightly over MrsDL's nipple and received a shudder of pleasure in response.
+Emboldened by the reaction, Ungie shifted the hand on her captive's hip to slide between her legs and begin a massage. She tightened her grip around MrsDL's waist, as the smaller woman nearly collapsed, bonelessly, with desire. Fire sparked within the inexperienced woman with only the slight pressure being rubbed through her clothes.
+FtF turned back to see Kiten put the finishing touches on her knots. She nodded to Selena and turned to the stables. She led the three saddled horses out and helped the others mount. She took MrsDL's hand and helped her into the specially designed saddle in front of her. As the two most experienced riders, she anticipated an easy time of it, but knew MrsDL was in for more than she realized, even on the quick trail ride. MrsDL tried to shift in the unfamiliar saddle. FtF grinned. She knew the source of the mild discomfort and held the younger woman steadily in place.
+With a command the horses set off. As they passed the prone form, and his guards, Kiten glanced down. ""Is it really the best idea to leave him with the redheads?""
+Ungie quickly jumped to their defense. ""Hey! I resemble that remark.""
+FtF merely laughed. ""Selena will keep them in line."" Kiten and Ungie turned on the high powered flashlights to light their way, while FtF kept a steady grip on MrsDL.
+The horses ambled on at a steady pace, and MrsDL began to squirm. She realized the saddle was a unique design in more than its capacity for dual riders. As the horse shifted, in its slow gate, a slight protrusion in the saddle began to rub back and forth between her legs. She bit her lower lip as pressure began to grow between her hips. As the nub plagued her clit, warmth began to spread. If there had been any doubts as to FtF's plan they dissolved beneath the weight of MrsDL's need, as it grew.
+MrsDL gripped the saddle heavily. The slow progression of the small group extended her torment. Not only did it lengthen the time that she was exposed to the subtle torture, but it kept the manipulation of her tender mound slow. The maddening pace was just enough to fan the barely sparked embers of desire, but nowhere near enough to bring her anywhere near release. By the time FtF signaled a stop, MrsDL's heart raced.
+Every nerve of her body screamed in harmony with her inflamed clit. The light wind whipped across her body, caught at her light, loose, clothing to taunt her excited flesh. Every brush of the soft fabric sent a tendril straight to her loins. FtF repressed a smile as she jumped from the saddle. Ungie and Kiten followed her example, if less expertly, no less quickly. MrsDL had more difficulty as her limbs quivered with the well honed lust.
+FtF surveyed the area, as if the spot were new to her. In truth, it had been meticulously chosen with concession to MrsDL's allergy to grass. ""I think this would be a good spot for our picnic."" She took the leads for the horses and carefully tied them to one side, in a section they could graze in.
+Kiten slid, unnoticed, behind MrsDL. The height difference allowed her to rest her cheek against the back of the other woman's neck as her hands slid around the lithe body. One arm slipped beneath the shapely breasts to tweak a tender nipple. The other hand found the waist of her pants and slid beneath.
+""Our picnic? Nice euphemism,"" Ungie said with a grin. ""It sounds good, but you know it's not necessary. We all know why we're here."" The tall redhead continued to lay out the blanket, slightly jealous that Kiten got to tease the inexperienced woman, while she set the scene. She contented herself with the knowledge that there would be plenty of fun to go around. As she lit the candles, she wondered what fun might be had with such unusual tools at their disposal. Finally, she decided there would be time for such things at a later date. For now, they would need what little light the candles provided.
+A soft moan escaped the willing captive as Kiten's hand slid downward, between the cotton pants and tight panties. The taller brunette's knees buckled. Her body screamed for more. Ungie scurried over to catch the two women and help them onto the carefully positioned blanket. Beneath was a bed of leaves to cushion their bodies, with all signs of twigs removed.
+Kiten, an arm still trapped beneath her 'captive,'refused to stop the slow circle of her finger around MrsDL's engorged lust. MrsDL continued to moan, which inspired Ungie to help her from her shirt. MrsDL's arms raised willingly and the lightweight shirt flew at random. Ungie leaned over and took a large areola into her mouth. MrsDL's moans turned into soft screams. She silenced herself by biting the corseted breast that hovered above her. Ungie paused with a moan, but quickly returned to her own delectable treat.
+""Hey! You weren't supposed to start without me!"" Kiten and Ungie paused to turn and look at FtF. Now freed of her inhibitions, MrsDL wanted nothing to do with delays. Her hips shifted to grind her hot clit against Kiten's hand. Her own hands began to work the straps that held the corset closed.
+FtF shoed Kiten aside and directed Kiten to strip MrsDL's pants. In moments the light clothing was gone and the thong quickly followed. Meanwhile, MrsDL managed to unlace the corset enough to tug it out of the way. She practically ripped the light weight shirt beneath in an effort to pull it up. Her mouth closed, on Ungie's lovely breast, to silence her growl of frustration. MrsDL's body complained with every second of neglect, as the cool air taunted her.
+The breast slipped from her mouth, as Ungie shifted to one side. Ungie's own lips only released the captive nipple long enough for the maneuver. Kiten mirrored the much taller woman's pose. The two pressed against either side of MrsDL to keep her from squirming too much. Ungie continued to suck on the luscious, pert, nipple, while Kiten chose to lightly torment the other with caresses and soft pinches. They had heard the woman's husband brag about how much she writhed during her pleasure and wanted the most out of her first time with another woman between her legs. As skilled as Deathlynx might claim to be, he could not match their knowledge of a woman's body.
+Then FtF's tongue darted out for an exploratory taste of her guest's sweet cream. She barely brushed MrsDL's nether lips, but the oversensitive flesh caused the woman to buck heavily. Her hips pushed forward, towards the mouth that had teased her. FtF smiled and bent to her ministrations with abandon. Her tongue flicked and swirled. She dragged across the engorged clit while the tip of her tongue raked the tender bottom of the inflamed mound. Her chin dug into the sensitive flesh between her current objective and the depths from which the nectar flowed.
+MrsDL screamed in delight. The chin that assaulted her moved in time with the tongue and her body began to shake as the pressure and inferno built to a fevered level. Ungie nipped lightly at the nipple beneath her care. Like lightning, MrsDL's arms snaked free of the women to either side. One arm wrapped around Ungie, to press her head more firmly to the breast in appreciation. The other hand quickly found one of Kiten's lightly protected breasts and immediately began her own massage. Her attempts as teasing were hampered by the combination of her own inexperience and lack of muscle control. Her body sent random signals, almost constantly, that shot from the ecstatic agony between her legs. The intent meant almost more than the actions themselves, and the two other women began to moan softly in appreciation.
+That was more than the woman could bear. The moment the sounds of a woman's pleasure ~other than her own~ broke through the clearing, her body gave in. MrsDL's hands gripped carefully, but powerfully, as her body arched. FtF grabbed at the hips before her and held her, if not immobile, at least manageable. MrsDL's body began to rock back and forth against the ground as wave after wave of orgasm crested across her shattered mind.
+Ungie could no longer concentrate on the nipple, but it seemed her captive was beyond notice of the slight catalyst. She watched and felt the beautiful woman writhe in ecstasy. Warmth flared in her loins as the first scream of true euphoria burst from the pink lips. As the pressure began to build, Ungie was almost surprised to find her hand had slipped her skirt past her hips so she could ready herself for what promised to be a very fulfilling night.
+Kiten was similarly occupied with preparations, except instead of her own hand, she slid a leg to either side of MrsDL's. As the woman bucked and squirmed, in her continued orgasm, Kiten rolled her hips forward so that the erratic and powerful muscles would press constantly against her own lust. Forward and back she shifted, to add to the taller woman's motion and bring herself closer.
+By the time FtF lifted her head, with a grin, the other two women shook slightly with building need. MrsDL collapsed bonelessly onto the blanket. Ungie and Kiten glanced at each other, then at FtF. The question was clear, 'what next?' FtF pondered for a moment the best turn. Bringing the woman to orgasm had built her own need, but obviously not to the levels that Kiten and Ungie had brought themselves already.
+FtF made a quick decision and slid behind Kiten. As one arm wrapped under the brunette's head and across her chest, a rumble arose from Kiten. When the second hand slid across her hip, beneath the waist of her pants and between her legs, she relaxed back into FtF's embrace.
+""I think,"" FtF began, ""it's time to see if she's picked up any of that tongue skill that her hubby's always bragging about.""
+Ungie grinned, Kiten smiled languidly, and MrsDL's head lolled to look at the blond, the obvious mistress of the night's activities. ""I don't know, it tends to be a little hard to concentrate when that tongue gets going. But I'm more than willing to see what I can do."" MrsDL's grin was feral, as her eyes locked with FtF's.
+FtF smiled back. A finger slipped beneath the slight underwear that protected Kiten and redoubled its efforts. Kiten's resulting moan told MrsDL that FtF had other priorities at the moment. A nod reminded the, still relatively inexperienced, woman that Ungie remained free of obligation. Ungie, much farther along than even Kiten due to the use of her fingers, thought she was ready for the novice. The determined eyes that turned her way startled her. The hungry grin that spread across MrsDL's lips was nearly frightening in its intensity. The redhead's hips burned to see that expression directed at her.
+MrsDL lunged. With surprise on her side, the smaller woman managed to topple Ungie onto her back and stun her long enough to strip the skirt free entirely. Even as Ungie tried to come to terms with the new situation, MrsDL gripped her powerful thighs and tugged. Her legs spread as she felt her knees pushed aside by the smaller woman's shoulders. Finally, her butt relaxed back onto the blanket. Then, her body tensed for another reason, as MrsDL's lips plucked at her waiting bud.
+One of FtF's legs slid over Kiten, as the two spooned. With only a slight shift, Kiten was rolled backwards a little. But more important to FtF's intentions was the fact that her legs spread to take the weight of the new position more evenly. FtF's palm ground and circled against Kiten's pulsing clit. FtF's middle and ring fingers found their objective, the sopping heat of Kiten's need, and drove in. Kiten screamed in delight at the intrusion.
+The scream inspired MrsDL, who had already lost herself to the fog of lust that the orgy readily created in her mind. Her mouth opened wide, as she had felt her husband's do countless times before, and her jaws pressed against the tender flesh above and below her victim's clit. As she lay on her stomach, she found it easy to throw much of her feeble weight into the maneuver. Only her own lips protected her prey from her sharp teeth. Ungie moaned in appreciation of the added pressure.
+MrsDL cut the moan short as her tongue drove into the inflamed lust. Back and forth, she ground the sensitive mound into the woman's willing flesh. The moan resumed louder and more insistent. MrsDL suddenly remembered she had an advantage that her husband refused. Her lips tightened against Ungie's skin, in a grin, as the hard, ceramic, ball of her tongue stud traced the hidden base of Ungie's fiery mound. Ungie screamed.
+The fingers spread apart as they buried themselves inside Kiten. Her muscles tried to clench against the blessed intrusion and draw it deeper still, but the resistence only further excited her. The fingers began to withdraw and rode across the hypersensitive nerves. Her body washed the fingers with lubrication, secure in the knowledge that they would plunge deep again. With equal surety, the fingers dove even more heavily and spread even wider. Kiten whimpered as her depths surrendered everything to the invaders.
+Ungie reached out, but found nothing to grab. For a brief moment, she thought to clutch the back of her tormentor's head and mash it against her loins, but her submissive nature overcame the thought. Her hands clung uselessly to the blanket beneath her. The feeble grip offered no release, no escape from the mounting sensations. She screamed when she felt the mouth close slightly and press with as much force as Ungie wished to demand only second before. Then the jaws began to work open and closed, as if chewing her groin. The image, along with the knowledge that the woman feasted so willingly, overcame Ungie.
+A third finger had joined in Kiten's torment, but this one hadn't entered her. As FtF's palm trailed circles over the engorged pearl, and two of her fingers thrust in and out of the hot depths, her pinky began to drag across even more tender skin. She felt the tight muscles begin to grow moist, as the brunette's body realized there was potential for even more delirium. She continued to circle and impale. With each pass her finger trailed over the puckered flesh. Finally, she felt it relax. With her next cycle, three fingers drove into Kiten at once and she screamed in ecstasy.
+Ungie's hips shuddered against MrsDL's mouth. Despite the constant, breathless, moans that issued from the redhead, MrsDL knew she wasn't finished yet. A knee shifted in order to give her more balance and manage her weight, as she brought her hand between her captive's legs. She had to shift around to keep her elbow from catching her breast, but finally she found a comfortable position. Her finger pierced Ungenderless deeply.  
+Ungie's back arched. Fire, shot through her veins. Her hips bucked against the blessed trespasser. MrsDL refused to relent her siege. Her other arm wrapped tightly around the woman's thigh and pulled her mouth even tighter. Tongue assaulted, penetrated and subdued, Ungie clutched, impotent, before the attack of sensation. Tears curled from her tightly closed eyes as another wave of euphoria washed through her. Her cheeks pulled tight with a smile as she screamed, her only method of release.
+Kiten's body clenched and relaxed. Her muscles tightened in an effort to simultaneously draw the fingers deeper and force them out. But she didn't feel that. All she felt was the overwhelming power as those same fingers dragged across, prodded and tormented every nerve in her body. All with such small motions. They drilled so deeply she almost thought she felt them caress the base of her neck. As they pulled free, they tugged at the soles of her, now, bare feet. It didn't help that a hand continued to roll and pinch her nipple, even as the attached arm held her all but immobile.
+""Stop! Please, please, please, please, PLEASE STOP!"" MrsDL found it hard to pull herself away from the wondrous body that writhed beneath her. While Ungie couldn't bear more, her body seemed to demand it. It was a heady drug, to cause that level of pleasure, that MrsDL only occasionally sampled. She knew her husband enjoyed tormenting her past her own ability to bear it, and she understood how his tongue could attack even as she pleaded. Now, _she_ had to pull her mouth free. She slumped to the side and left her arm and leg draped over Ungie. She felt the tremors of delight continue through the other woman and couldn't help but smile wistfully. Finally she rolled onto her back and enjoyed the soft air as it played across her naked flesh.
+Kiten slumped weakly forward. Her head found a soft and smooth pillow. She smiled as she realized it was MrsDL's waist. She wrapped an arm around the woman's hips, grateful for the physical reminder after her own body seemed to evaporate under the waves of sensation that FtF had prompted.
+""So, has she learned anything from that frisky husband of hers?"" Ungie and MrsDL looked at FtF. Kiten didn't feel up to movement quite yet and continued to curl against the solid body next to her. Ungie, still dazed, nodded slightly, a silly, but very content, grin plastered to her lips.
+""See for yourself!"" FtF's eyes widened as MrsDL grabbed her hips and tugged. After a few moments focused solely on maintained balance, she found herself straddling the woman's face. FtF grinned as she felt arms wrap around her hips and fingers pry open the folds of her lust. ""DL always says this is his favorite position to pleasure me from, so I want to know what he likes so much about it.""
+FtF felt the lips close. Bringing two women to orgasm had already soaked her lust and fanned her need quite successfully. The application of MrsDL's warm, wet, mouth acted as a balm to sooth her fiery loins. Then MrsDL sucked in, pulled FtF's tender bud from it's protective petals, and the inferno flared, greater than before, throughout the blond mastermind. ""Gods!"" Tongue and piercing began to trace and explore the captured flesh.
+FtF's head fell back with a gasp. She closed her eyes to more fully appreciate the care being given to her. Her body shuddered with each quick flick of the tongue. She tensed with every circle of the barbell that pierced MrsDL's tongue. She nearly collapsed every time the woman, trapped beneath her, had to swallow and renew her grip on the tortured clit.
+It took MrsDL a few seconds, and much initial shifting, to find a comfortable position. Her biggest difficulty had been finding her breath. But once the position settled she reveled in the pressure that pushed against her face. She could feel the slightest contraction, twitch and tremble of the blond's pleasure. With each sign, MrsDL narrowed her target and brought even greater sensation.
+Kiten's eyes opened as the sweet scent wafted across her senses. For a moment, she thought it was FtF's need, but quickly realized that it was much stronger and closer than that. Her eyes drifted down to the unruly, light brown, hairs by her face. Sure enough, right where they disappeared between strong legs, they glistened with fresh moisture. Kiten smiled and half shifted-half rolled herself aside. The legs parted eagerly for her. She took an exploratory lick and found the cream as delicious as the scent suggested. The slight shudder that accompanied the taste only inspired her more.
+MrsDL shuddered as the unexpected tongue assaulter her. She couldn't see which of the two other women dove between her legs, but it didn't matter. The tongue was much more careful than FtF's had been. This seemed more intent on a slow exploration than a quick, if unbelievable, release. The slow caress discovered each fold and meticulously probed their secrets. Constant return trips were made to the quivering muscles of her depths as if new discoveries were constant there.
+MrsDL's view was completely obscured by the slight form of the woman who straddled her. The small, perky, breasts shuddered in time with rapidly devolving breath. The tiny waist and strong legs quivered in rhythm with each flick of her tongue. Her jaw was sore from the pressure that pressed against it, but even that showed signs that it pushed the luscious body above her to greater heights. Suddenly, the world was obscured as FtF toppled forward. Nothing more could exist beyond the hot clit in MrsDL's mouth and the warm lust that poured across her chin and down her neck.
+Ungie moaned in appreciation. She had moved to get a better view of the proceedings, intent on using her hand once more. Then, suddenly, FtF fell with great accuracy and Ungie found herself with another gorgeous woman between her legs. Ungie collapsed backwards as her body spasmed out of control. It had been too soon after the previous assault, and her body demanded more, even if her frazzled nerves could not bear it. With only a few slow caresses, she writhed on her back, and screamed, once more.
+FtF sighed as Ungie, nearly instantly, began to cum fiercely. The nectar poured from her as her body writhed beneath FtF's demanding pace. Her own body rang in sympathetic need to the screaming woman. Then, teeth scraped across her swollen clit as MrsDL sucked her in once more. Held in place by the gentle grip, inspired by the pressure of the woman's jaw, and assaulted by tongue and piercing alike, FtF felt her loins open and her lust escape. She screamed into Ungie's tender flesh as her first orgasm rolled over her.
+MrsDL gripped FtF's hips tight. The moment Ungie screamed in ecstasy, MrsDL lost control. Her body shook and jerked as new waves of sensation brutalized her. She barely managed to keep herself from biting FtF's tender mound, as her muscles seized against the euphoria. Only FtF's weight across her face, and Kiten's over her hips, held MrsDL immobile, a fate almost too unbearable.
+Tongues attacked viciously, as headlights suddenly rounded into the clearing. Kiten looked up instantly. FtF knew they were there, but could do little other than stop her assault on Ungie, as her body shook beneath MrsDL's unrelenting course. After a few moments, Ungie realized the extra light and moved to feebly cover herself. MrsDL tried to follow FtF's body, as she struggled to pull herself from the blessed torment, but the sudden light blinded her into understanding.
+All four women scrambled to hold discarded clothing across their naked bodies when the door to the vehicle opened. ""Ain't nothing I haven't seen before!"" FtF smiled as the familiar redhead shut off the pickup's headlights. ""Sorry it took me so long, ran out of gas and Triple A took forever to get out here.""
+FtF walked over to Selena cautiously. ""I thought you were supposed to be watching Deathlynx?""
+""You called. Said a horse threw a shoe and you needed the trailer. Red said. . ."" Selena's eyes widened for a moment, then narrowed in annoyance. FtF hung her head in embarrassment. Kiten and Ungie turned to each other and failed to stifle a giggle. ""She is _so_ dead!""
+MrsDL shook her head and began to collect her clothing. ""Come on. We should get back soon. I've got a feeling hubby needs saving.""
+FtF grinned. ""That he does. But how do we save him from himself?""
+ _This story is intended to be a lighthearted romp. I have obtained the permission of all of the participants to use them (mercilessly) and thank them for the liberties. Yes, I will devote a second chapter to the action that was left behind. Thank you for taking the time to read my fantasy. I hope you read and enjoy the others in the chain._
+Copywrite April 2007 by Deathlynx
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+13,AH Fantasies,MagicaPractica,Chain Stories,2007-09-09,2007-12-31,2022-01-08 03:46:11,6,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/ah-fantasies-ch-22,1. A House Mystery 2. Lee Chambers and MagicaPractica meet at a Lit-together. 3. Captain Stella-Omega sends a trio to free The_Fool. 4. THe AH School Newspaper Senior Prom as Reported by MP 5. Magica explains Abstrusions to a newbie. 6. The AH takes over That Seventies Show.,"['Ah Fantasies', 'First Time', 'Gathering', 'Hotel']",4.18,"Magica heard them before she saw them.
+""Those directions that guy gave us were all wrong.""
+""What was his name?""
+""Neo.""
+""Was it just me or did he seem a little neurotic?""
+""With that many kids running around, I bet you would be too.""
+As she rounded the corner of the house with DL right next to her, they came into view. A group of people stood in the sun-dappled shade by a dusty orange VW bus on the corner, where the dirt road met the tar pavement. She studied them as she approached. Several people were looking at the engine as one person appeared to be tinkering with it. She thought she could see a couple people on the other side of the hood as well.
+There was at least one couple amongst them but they were clearly so friendly with one another that it was hard to tell who might be together. As she approached the group, a broad-shouldered man with dark brown hair going white at the temples popped out from under the hood of the van. He put on his aviator style glasses and looked up the sloping yard as Magica approached.
+""Good Evening,"" he called. With that, everyone in the group turned to look at Magica.
+""Good Evening,"" she replied graciously. ""Having a bit of trouble?""
+""We appear to be dead in the water,"" the man replied.
+""Well, I don't think my truck is up to towing that and you wouldn't get anybody around here to look at it this late on a Saturday night anyway. If you'd like, I can probably put you up for the night, if a couple people don't mind sleeping in the bunk room out in the barn?""
+A thin brown-haired woman squealed and clutched the muscular arm of a man with a goatee. ""Oooo, let's sleep out there Des.""
+A tall woman wearing a gothic dress that appeared a little too warm for the 90-degree humid weather they were having pointed at DL and asked, ""Is that a real Lynx?""
+""Yes, his name is Deathlynx, DL for short. He's very friendly,"" Magica replied as DL took it upon himself to wind between the legs of all the women in the group, collecting a group of admirers and being patted as he went.
+Introductions were made as the group collected their bags from the van. The man who had been looking at the engine was Remec. The woman who had squealed over the bunkroom was Kiten and her male friend was Des. The tall slender woman who had asked about DL was Ungie.
+ _Odd names,_ Magica thought. _But then again, what right do I have to criticize?_
+A girl of medium build with curly hair was introduced as Rosie, a muscular guy with short black hair as Slyc Willie, and an Asian looking girl with thick framed black glasses was Fat Dino.
+ _Hmph,_ Magica thought as she shook Fat Dino's hand, _anybody called me fat and I'd make sure they regretted it._
+A voluptuous woman with curly red hair was Crimson Maiden, while a short woman with a very fair complexion and short curly red hair was simply called Red. She seemed very friendly though.
+Then Rob Graham and Elizabeth West were introduced. _Finally, some real names,_ Magica thought. The remaining three were McKenna, who looked fit to be in an Irish Spring Soap advertisement, Dampy and Trom. Magica's hand lingered in his as she looked into Trom's eyes and shivered. _I always did have a thing for dark brown eyes,_ she thought. She shook hands with the lovely Asian girl, Dampy. _I hope they're not together._
+Magica led them up to a big white farmhouse with dark green trim. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief as they stepped into the cool backroom.
+""Thank God you have air conditioning,"" Rob commented. ""We don't often get weather like this up in Canada.""
+""Oh, it's not air conditioned,"" Magica said as she ushered everyone into the big ivy decorated farm kitchen. ""The attic fan just helps it stay reasonably cool during the day as it pulls air up through the house.""
+""Well, it's certainly a welcome difference,"" Ungie replied.
+Magica gave everyone a short tour as she showed them the available rooms ""There are four bedrooms that can sleep seven people with the roll away bed,"" she said. ""Then someone can take the couch in the living room and two people can have the air mattress in the parlor. I'll let you decide who's sleeping where while I show Des and Kiten out to the bunk room.""
+Magica took them out the back door and across to the barn, past a wooden door set into a tall stone wall that appeared to wrap around in a huge circle.
+""What's in there?"" Kiten asked.
+Magica stopped and opened the door to let Kiten look in. ""I call it my secret garden.""
+Kiten oohed and ah'd as she looked in at the pathways running between huge rose and lilac bushes, lilies, poppies, iris, and night blooming tobacco. A pool of water stood off to one side, halfway between a pond and a swimming pool. Just large enough to relax in but not muddy brown like your usual pond. It wasn't your typical pool either.
+""You're welcome to spend time in the garden while you're here,"" Magica said as she shut the door then led them on to the stable.
+Horses whinnied as Magica rolled back a sliding door and led them in. A woman of medium height and slim as a whisper stepped out from behind a buckskin mare.
+""Does it look like she's going to be alright Falling?"" Magica asked.
+""Oh yes, she just needs a bit of rest. I'll be over to check on her in a day or two. I've got to run. I'll catch up with you next time I'm here."" Falling smiled at the small group and strode out the door at the far end.
+""That's Jasmine over there, she took a little step in a woodchuck hole yesterday, and that's Niko."" Magica pointed out the horses as they walked down the center of the stable to the doors at the other end. She showed Kiten and Des into a sparsely furnished room that was clearly used as an office and outfitted to look like a log cabin. It even smelled of cedar. There was a small bathroom off it with a shower stall.
+""It's not big but I think you'll be comfortable. The couch pulls out into a full size bed.""
+""I'm sure we'll be very comfortable,"" Des replied as Kiten looked around.
+""I'll let you get settled. Just come over to the house as soon as you're ready. I'll be getting a meal ready for everyone.""
+Magica walked back over to the house, trying to think of what she had on hand that would serve a crowd. She caught DL walking around on the kitchen counter. ""Get down off that counter,"" she hissed. ""Lord only knows what you're tracking up there."" DL looked at her then turned and showed her his butt before jumping gracefully down. Magica rolled her eyes and turned to the fridge. ""Sometimes your a very, very baaaaaad putty-tat.""
+She stuck her head in the fridge to see what was on hand. She'd just harvested a fair number of small zucchini and red peppers from the garden. She pulled them out along with a few cloves of garlic and some onions then opened the freezer. Yes! She'd just stocked up on whole-wheat four-cheese tortellini. Magica set to work and soon had her Kahlua Chocolate Fudge Cake in the oven, a pot of water bubbling for the tortellini and the vegetables sautéing in a pan, almost ready for the tomato sauce to be added. She pulled out a loaf of multigrain bread, sliced that and was tossing together a salad just as Rob and Elizabeth West came downstairs.
+""Mmmm, it smells delicious. Is there anything we can do to help?"" Elizabeth asked as she watched Magica drain the pasta.
+""You could grab the salad dressings out of the fridge and the parm too. Rob, here's the silverware if you want to set it around,"" Magica said as she handed him a couple fistfuls of mismatched silverware.
+""No problem,"" he replied.
+People quickly joined them as the smell of food wafted upstairs. Rosie went out to tell Des and Kiten that dinner was ready but returned alone with a grin on her face.
+""They'll be right over,"" she said, unable to contain the grin. It seemed to flow around the room and touch the lips of everyone, as if they shared a secret.
+""Everybody, please, dig in,"" Magica said, waving her hands toward the table. People settled in and started passing dishes and chatting. Magica learned a bit more about her guests but she had the feeling they were refraining from saying some things in front of her. A few times people started to say something then looked at her and stopped.
+She also caught Trom looking at her a few times but she didn't get the feeling it was because he was hiding something. She watched for something between him and one of the other females but caught nothing. It didn't look like he was with anyone else as a couple. She caught his eye and smiled. He smiled back shyly. Mmm, lovely, Magica heard the whisper of AngelicMinx in her ear. Her defective conscience was flitting around somewhere.
+*****
+Magica sat in the living room after everyone had gone their separate ways, some to read, some to bed and some just to chat. DL sprawled across her lap as she slowly stroked his fur.
+""There's something a little unusual about this group. I get a strong sexual vibe from them. It's not unusual to get that from one or two people in a group, but this is all of them."" She paused in her petting of DL and he turned and butted her hand with his head. She resumed her slow stroke down his silky back.
+""Maybe it's just the hot muggy night messing with my perceptions. I think I'll go for a swim."" DL jumped down and went to sit by the door, slipping through when Magica opened it.
+Magica walked out across the driveway to her private garden, stripped down and eased into the pool. She relaxed with her back against the side. The muggy heat was oppressive but she could feel the change in the air, the rustle in the leaves. There was a storm blowing in. A faint rumble of thunder sounded in the far distance. She soaked it in. _Storms are wonderful things, she thought, so raw and powerful, especially up here on the hill where the thunder and lightning always seem so close._
+Suddenly, she realized that she wasn't alone anymore. Someone was approaching. Magica smiled as Trom came into view. It was dark so she couldn't see him well but she recognized the silhouette and pictured his features as she'd seen him earlier. He was a cute boy with a shy and sweet nature. She thought of the looks she'd caught from him all through dinner and smiled again.
+""Good evening. Restless?"" she asked.
+""A little bit,"" he replied. ""It's so hot and muggy. I didn't expect that in New York.""
+""Join me, the water takes the edge off the heat,"" she invited.
+He hesitated. ""I don't have a swimsuit with me.""
+""I'm not wearing one either,"" she replied, reaching up an arm to gesture to her pile of clothes on a stone bench nearby. ""It's dark and private out here. Join me.""
+Trom seemed to consider for a moment then started pulling off his shirt. Magica watched the motions, wishing she could see more in the dark. Trom slid his shorts down and kicked them off then eased into the pool. He made his way over to Magica, shyly stopping well away from her and putting his back up against the side of the pool.
+""It's a beautiful place you have out here,"" he said.
+""Thank you, I find it very relaxing. And I value my privacy."" Magica closed the distance between her and Trom so that they were side by side. She lowered her voice to a murmur.
+""It's so much nicer to be able to come out to the pool and enjoy it this way, don't you think?"" She reached out and slid her left hand down the outside of his thigh, silky in the water. She heard his sharp intake of breath.
+Having turned so that she was facing him, she let her right hand slide up the inside of his thigh a few inches before stopping.
+""Are you enjoying the water?"" she asked softly. He turned to face her as well, pressing closer until their bodies met.
+""Very much,"" he said as he leaned in and kissed her.
+She let the force of his kiss, and body pressing into her own, push her back against the side of the pool. His tongue dipped into her mouth and slid her tongue under and around his. She reached a hand around his ass and pulled him gently toward her, rubbing her body against his. His erection already pressed against her. His right hand reached up to cup her breast and she felt his thumb rub back and forth across her nipple. Her back arched in response. Now this was the way to relax.
+Magica felt Trom's hands reach down to her ass, guiding her up into position as the tip of his cock probed her slit and parted her nether lips, pushing in. Magica let her legs float up and wrap around his waist, opening herself to him completely. As he thrust into her, the thunder grew louder, reverberating around them. A flash of lightning illuminated his features for a moment as she watched his lips shaped the moan that called to her.
+She kissed him again, swirling her tongue around his as she rolled her hips, urging him on. She felt her muscles tense and tighten as rain started to fall in the water around them. A clap of thunder drowned out her moans as she came. She felt him thrust more urgently into her and then the spasm as he released himself into her.
+The rain intruded as they came back to their senses. Trom helped her out of the water as the rain pounded down and they struggled into their wet clothes. They dashed for the house and slipped inside only to be met by Rosie and Ungie in the kitchen playing cards. Slyc Willie with his shirt raised, showed Crim and Dino the tattoos on his lower left abs. Crim was biting her lip and Dino was running her fingers over the tattoo.
+Ungie raised an eyebrow, ""Out in the rain?""
+""Yes,"" Magica replied. ""How come you guys are up?""
+""The storm,"" Ungie replied.
+""I miss Evan."" Rosie said.
+Magica found a couple towels for Trom and herself to dry off then said goodnight to the group and headed up to her room alone. _Rats, would have been fun to have him in my bed all night._
+*****
+Magica woke to sunshine streaming in her window and a huge lynx standing on her chest staring at her face unblinkingly.
+""Off,"" she managed to gasp out.
+The cat jumped down and stretched but as he reached out his muscles, the movement did not stop where it should have. Instead, the body elongated and grew, shifting until the form became a man, his long black hair pulled back and sporting several peircings and tattoos. He was dressed in jeans, a t-shirt and a long black trench coat which he folded around himself as he turned and sat down on the foot of Magica's bed, crossing his legs and leaning back on his arms. His luminous blue eyes stared at her, unblinking. ""Good morning.""
+""Good Morning DL."" Magica kicked back her covers and stretched.
+""We have a problem.""
+""What?"" Magica yawned.
+""There's a body in the top of the barn.""
+""What? You mean a mouse or a rat?""
+""No, a human, one of the males who arrived last night. The one you were in the pool with.""
+Trom. Magica's mind reeled.
+""What happened to him?"" Magica sprang up and began opening drawers, grabbing clothes to throw on, a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. She grabbed up her boots.
+""Looks like he was shot.""
+Magica wrenched open her bedroom door, grabbed her cell phone off the table and dashed past Rob in the hallway.
+""Is something wrong?"" he asked but she didn't stop to respond.
+Magica was out of the house in a second, picking up a few people along the way. DL had transformed and followed, catching up. Rob had followed from upstairs and they'd picked up Slyc Willie and Rosie in the kitchen. Magica ran across the yard and skirted the stone wall and went up the incline to the big sliding barn doors. She shoved with both hands to push one back and let the light in. DL led her across the barn to Trom's still form behind one of the hay chutes.
+Magica knelt beside him, taking in his pale skin and the dark liquid that peaked from beneath his back. She felt for a pulse at his neck.
+Rosie let out a little scream as the people following joined her. Rob put an arm around her while Slyc knelt beside Trom, swearing lightly under his breath.
+""He has a pulse,"" Magica announced and flipped open her cell phone, dialing 911. She gave the directions to the barn and said that someone had been seriously wounded but neglected to say that she thought it was a gunshot wound. Best not to give too much information.
+""How did you know he was up here?"" Slyc looked curiously at Magica and asked the one question Magica was sure would be a problem. She evaded his gaze and looked at Rosie.
+""The rescue squad should be here in minutes, would you go out to the main road and flag them down and bring them up here?""
+Rosie nodded and took off.
+Magica checked the gunshot wound but it had not really bled very much. It must have been a small caliber bullet to really not do too much damage.
+""I don't know if we should treat him for shock or not move him at all,"" she murmured aloud to herself.
+""Probably better to leave him for the paramedics if they'll be here as quick as you say,"" Slyc offered.
+Magica nodded. Already, she could hear a siren in the distance. She took Trom's hand and smoothed her hand over his forehead. Magica concentrated on holding Trom there, calling him back into his body. She tried to shut everything out but him.
+""Just hold on, don't go anywhere on us.""
+She thought she saw a slight flicker of muscle contractions, a small squeezing of her hand but she couldn't be sure.
+""I think they're here,"" Slyc announced.
+A couple paramedics hurried in with a stretcher followed by the sheriff and Magica stepped back to let them work. The sheriff stepped up next to Magica.
+""Hey Magica, what happened here?""
+""I don't know Sev, I really don't know. It looks like he was shot."" Magica wrapped her arms around herself. She'd known Sev for a long time, as one does in a small community, but she'd never really confided everything that went on around the farm to him. She figured someone working in law enforcement might be a little too reality oriented to deal well with it.
+""His pulse is strong."" An older military looking volunteer paramedic directed his younger partner. ""Let's get him on a stretcher Trinique.""
+""You got it Skip!"" She was a head shorter than her partner but Magica could tell she was very capable.
+They quickly had Trom loaded on the stretcher and moving out.
+Magica followed them out of the barn and found the rest of the group had materialized to watch over the proceedings. How was she going to explain this? A thought struck. She stopped and looked at them anew. Here she was, worried about explaining how she'd found him up there when one of them had probably shot him. It seemed damned unlikely that someone from outside the group had shown up on the same night and shot one of them.
+Sev was standing right next to Magica, looking the group over.
+""So, who are all these people?"" he asked.
+""That's a very good question Sev. They showed up here last night with a broken down van and I let them stay the night. This morning, I found one of them shot in the barn. I don't know squat about them.""
+Sev sighed. ""Alright, we're going to need to interview people. Kevin, let's get everyone inside.""
+""Sev, this young lady would like to go to the hospital with the wounded man."" Magica noticed that Kevin was there for the first time. Tall, dark and handsome was using his devilish smile on Red at the moment. He had an incurable fetish for redheads, Magica remembered. _Incorrigible._ Magica fought the desire to roll her eyes.
+""Let's get everybody interviewed then we'll make sure you get there right away miss."" Sev nodded in the direction of the house. ""Let's gather inside. Kevin, radio in for CSI then secure the top of the barn.""
+Kevin headed off to the car and Sev turned to Magica. He spoke in a low voice.
+""Magica, I'll want you to get everyone in the kitchen and keep them there while I interview them one at a time in your parlor.""  
+Magica nodded and introduced the sheriff to the group, ushering them all inside. It was going to be a very long day.
+""Ms. Ungie, why don't we start with you? If you'll accompany me into the parlor?"" Sev showed her into the back room. Magica noticed that DL scooted in with them before the door closed.
+""Please, everyone, just have a seat. I'll make a pot of coffee. Would anyone care for tea? Is anyone hungry?""
+No one was much interested in food but soon everyone was seated around with cups of hot liquid to dispel the chill of events and the morning. The hot weather had broken with the storm that passed through in the night and summer clothes were no longer sufficient.
+""Who could have done this?"" Rosie asked. She wrapped her arms around herself. ""I wish Evan were here.""
+Slyc stood up to refill his coffee mug. ""Well, I think it seems fairly obvious that the most likely suspect is one of us.""
+Dino and Remec nodded but Crim looked around. ""Surely not! Most of us barely know each other in everyday life.""
+Now, what did that mean? Magica wondered. They certainly acted like they knew each other quite well.
+""I just wish I could go be with Trom at the hospital. He shouldn't be there alone,"" Red said sadly.
+Rob patted her hand. ""I'm sure they'll let you go over as soon as we're done here.""
+Elizabeth West cleared her throat as she looked around. ""Well, I think we're all going to have to establish our alibis, sooner or later so I might as well say, I was with Rob last night.""
+Rob looked a little startled but nodded his head in agreement. ""That's true. We were in the small bedroom.""
+Remec looked to Red and she nodded. ""We were together in the larger bedroom over the kitchen.""
+Dino and Dampy clasped hands. Magica raised an eyebrow. So that's how it was. ""We were together in the bedroom over the backroom,"" Dino offered.
+McKenna spoke up for Rosie, Ungie and herself. ""We played cards until the middle of the night then sacked out on our bedrolls in the parlor.""
+""You all know where we were,"" Des said, his arm around Kiten, who looked rather small and fragile.
+Slyc had gone to stand behind Crim's chair and placed a hand on her shoulder. ""We were together through the night as well.""
+""I, unfortunately, went to bed alone and stayed there the whole night after I saw you in the kitchen,"" Magica said.
+Everyone seemed to have someone corroborating their story except her. So who was lying?
+The doorbell rang and Magica went to answer it.
+A man stood there with an unlit cigar clamped in his jaw, ""morning ma'am. I'm T. Fool, this is Bel and this is Sal. We're the crime scene investigators. Is Sev here?""
+""He's interviewing people in the parlor. Would you like me to get him or would you like to come in?""
+""Just tell him we're here, if you would. The crime scenes in the top of the barn?""
+""Yes, do you want me to show you where?""
+""We'll find our way.""
+*****
+The interviews had taken all morning but the police were finally gone from the house, with the admonishment that no one go far. Crime scene was still out in the barn and several people had gone off to the hospital to be with Trom. In a way, Magica wanted to be there but she felt like she didn't have the right after just one encounter with him.
+Magica served a light lunch to the people still there and then they repaired to different locations to think. It was mid afternoon and Magica sat in the living room with DL in her lap and a cup of mint tea in hand. It was all a bit much for this simple country girl. The doorbell rang and DL jumped down so Magica could go answer it.
+Magica opened the door to Tom Collins, who held up a string of fish. ""Heard you had a bunch of unexpected company.""
+""Tom you are a life saver! Stay for dinner? I'll grill them.""
+She shook her auburn curls and grinned. ""No thanks, I'm busy tonight.""
+Magica took the fish in and put them under water in a pan then stowed them in the fridge. The phone started ringing. Magica dreaded picking it up so she checked the caller ID display. It said GotWood49 so she answered.
+""Hey Woody, what's up?""
+""Oh, just checking whether you're gonna need a cord or two of firewood before fall.""
+""I am but now's probably not the best time, we've got kind of a mess over here right now and police have been crawling all over.""
+""Anything serious?""
+""Yeah, but I don't think I should talk about it yet.""
+""Okay, no problem, just let me know when you're ready.""
+'Thanks."" Magica hung up and decided to take a stroll out to the garden. Perhaps someone out there could offer some information on what had happened during the night.
+She walked out to the garden with DL at her feet. Magica looked around but didn't see anyone.
+""Rogue!"" she hissed. ""Rogue, are you here?""
+""Right here,"" a lilting voice called from the pool of water. Magica walked over and saw a pair of green eyes ringed with blue in the water, as if they were being reflected.
+""I was hoping you might be lurking around. Have you seen anything to do with what happened to Trom the other night in the barn?""
+""Well, I didn't see it happen but I have seen some interesting things.""
+""Such as?""
+""That couple in the barn, I spent a very enjoyable night watching them. They didn't leave that room once. He was spanking her and then he'd stand behind her while she was lying on the bed and...""
+Magica cut her off. ""I think I get the picture. So, they didn't leave the room all night. You're positive?""
+""Absolutely, I didn't blink once.""
+Magica smiled. ""Thanks Rogue, that's a help at least.""
+""No problem,"" she said, her eyes blinking and fading away.
+As Magica turned to leave the garden a curvy brown haired imp with eyes that shifted between brown and green stepped out from a stand of lilacs.
+""Magica,"" she whispered. It was the garden Imp who tended to the things there and was sustained by them.
+""Hi Imp, is everything okay?"" Magica didn't think Imp would be involved in this since she never left the garden. She thought wrong.
+""Last night, after you and that man shared your pleasure in the garden, later on, a young woman came in and threw something into the pool.""
+She drew her hand from the folds of her dress and held out a small caliber handgun. Magica took it gingerly from her, using a fold of her skirt, and checked to make sure there were no bullets in it.
+""I would have left it there and just told you but the anger attached to it was contaminating the pool.""
+""I understand, can you tell me anything else about the woman who threw this in the pool? Are you positive it was a woman?""
+""Yes, it was a woman. She was much shorter than you but had longer hair. Other than that, I cannot say. The storm and rain held sway.""
+""Thank you Imp.""
+She faded back into the lilac stand.
+Well, she now knew that it was a woman and that Des and Kiten hadn't left their bedroom the night before. Magica did a quick calculation. That cut the number of suspects down to eight. She sighed, way too many.
+What to do with the gun? She should probably just toss it back into the pool then get someone from CSI in the barn. But what if they'd already looked there and didn't find it? She really didn't know where all they had searched. Damn! She'd have to take her chances.
+Magica slipped the gun back in the pool where it could be seen at a shallow area and went out to the barn. A camera was flashing and the men were spread out.
+""Excuse me,"" she called. All eyes turned to her. The red-headed man named Bel came toward her.
+""Ma'am, you really shouldn't be up here.""
+""I know, I'm sorry but... I was out in my garden and saw something in the pool I think you should see.""
+Bel looked at his partners. ""I'll go have a look.""
+He followed Magica out of the barn and down around the wall to the door. She led him in and over to the pool to point out the gun where it could just be seen in the water.
+""That is not from my house,"" she said simply.
+""I see, okay. We'll take care of that. I'll have to ask you not to come back to the garden until it's been cleared with us.""
+""Is it alright if I go in and take care of the horses now? They must be very hungry at this point.""
+""I think that should be fine.""
+Magica left him to survey the extended crime scene.
+*****
+The CSI had finished their job and Magica fed the subdued group of people who had ended up on her doorstep the day before. They'd turned in early and Magica had said a little prayer that everyone would be alive in the morning as she turned the lock on her bedroom door. A scrabbling at her door during the night had heralded DL so she'd let him in to sleep on the end of her bed.
+Magica woke early the next morning and lay in bed thinking. DL sat up and stretched then sat staring at her unblinkingly.
+""So, what did you find out yesterday?"" She waited while he transformed then reclined on the bed.
+""It appears that they all knew each other from an Internet writer's board called the AH on a Web site named Literotica. Most deny knowing each other in real life, everyone denies having met Trom before.""
+Magica sat up in bed and propped herself up against the headboard. ""Well, that explains the sexual vibe I felt from the group. I've read stories on that site. I've even posted one. Why? Why would someone try to kill him? Someone's got to be lying.""
+""Two women do admit coming from the same state he does, California. Rosie and Elizabeth are from there. The rest are from disparate places across the country and the world.""
+""I suppose that doesn't mean too much. People fly back and forth across the country every day. Everyone seems to be giving an alibi to everyone else."" She filled him in on what people had said in the kitchen. ""But that doesn't mean too much. Anyone could have snuck out, done the deed and snuck back in while their partner slept.""
+""I saw Rosie go out during the night around two am. She smelled of cigarette smoke when she returned. I also know that Rob and Elizabeth weren't together all night long. I saw him in the corridor at four in the morning. We went downstairs together just before I went out for a while.""
+""I keep wondering why, why would anyone shoot such a sweet guy?""
+""Magica..."" a voice called from a mirror on the wall.
+She got up and walked over. Mist swirled in the glass, showing nothing really. This was a little unusual. ""Good morning.""
+""I heard you were having some difficulties on the farm. Do you think you need a coven?"" Inlovewithyourghost asked.
+Magica demurred, "" the cops are doing their job and I think we should let them before intervening.""
+""Um, honey, I'm losing the feeling in my right hand,"" Magica heard another voice say in the mirror.
+""Whoops, better get back to what I was... doing.""
+""Is that Nosfertuness?"" Magica asked suspiciously.
+""Gotta go. Bye. Let me know if you need anything."" She twiddled her fingers and disappeared.
+Magica decided to dress and get the day started. A hearty breakfast could be very soothing and with the group under duress, they could probably use it.
+*****
+The doorbell rang as the group sat around after breakfast, drinking coffee, at a loss for what to do. Magica went to answer it. She returned with Sev and a deputy to the kitchen. Sev looked around the room at the group and his eyes settled on Elizabeth West.
+""Miss West, you're under arrest for the attempted murder of Trombonus Maximus."" Sev's deputy, Kevin, made his way over to her chair and pulled her up to cuff her. A gasp went around the room.
+""You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to have an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?""
+""Yeah, I understand. I'm not afraid, and I'm not sorry. I'd do it again, but I'd aim better this time."" Elizabeth's face was red and belligerent.
+""But why?"" Red cried, ""why would you shoot Trom?""
+""He broke my sister's heart. She killed herself because that jerk was cheating on her with someone else.""
+""Your sister?"" Rosie asked, eyes narrowing.
+""SelenaKittyn was my sister. I found her diary and it said she was gonna do it because TM cheated on her. I looked through her computer and her IM history. I saw her conversations with him and I joined Lit to get close to him so I could get revenge.""
+Rosie shook her head. ""I knew your sister, but apparently you didn't, or not as well as you thought you did. TM stood for Theresa Minn. Your sister was gay and in love with a woman. Trom was just a friend.""
+Elizabeth's face was shocked. ""No, that can't be true. She would have told me.""
+""Like you had to go looking through her diary to find out who she was involved with at all?"" Slyc asked. ""It was true. I knew her too.""
+""All right, that's enough,"" Sev said. ""Take her away Kevin.""
+Kevin led a white faced Elizabeth out the door.
+""Sev,"" Magica asked, ""how did you find out?""
+""Just simple police work and a little bit of luck, she was in the system for breaking and entering when we ran people's names. When we called for further info, the cop who was involved pulled the file and got right back to us. She had broken into her sister's apartment after the suicide to search it. She told the cops her theory about this guy, even called him by name, but they advised her to seek counseling. No matter who might have made her feel desperate, it was still a suicide, not murder, and therefore out of their hands.""
+""That seems awfully simple.""
+""It often is. It's just a matter of making the connections.""
+Sev turned to go.
+""Thanks Sev."" Magica smiled, a little sadly.
+""Wow, I never would have thought of that,"" McKenna said, speaking for most of the shocked group it would seem.
+""Guess it proves you never really know a lot of people,"" Rob mused.
+""Yeah, she's been online with us for a whole year and we never guessed."" Rosie frowned. ""It's so sad, if she'd just confided in someone, this might never have happened.""
+*****
+Late that night, everyone gathered in the kitchen. Rob put the phone down and looked at Magica across the dining room table. ""Well, that takes care of that. We should be out your hair within twenty-four hours.""
+""I can't say it's all been wonderful,"" Magica smiled around at the group, ""but I have enjoyed getting to know you folks. What about Trom?""
+""Well, we've filled him in on everything and the doctor says he won't be released for at least another day. It's not too far to Abs' so we'll get everybody settled in there and come back for him.""
+""And the bus?""
+""The mechanic you recommended, Lee Chambers, thinks he might be able to get it running in a few days, maybe. It really needs a complete overhaul.""
+Magica nodded and then couldn't help a little grin.
+""So is this a writer's conference you're all going to?"" she asked.
+""Not exactly,"" Remec replied cautiously. ""We're all writers but we're just getting together because we frequent the same Internet site.""
+""Literotica.com huh?"" Magica asked.
+A few eyebrows went up and Ungie began to smile. ""That's right.""
+""I've posted a couple stories there myself,"" Magica said. ""Maybe I'll have to visit the writer's board sometime.""
+At that point, everyone was smiling.
+""It seems we found ourselves in the house of a kindred spirit,"" Dampy said, leaning into Dino's side.
+""Well, since we're all of a like mind here..."" Slyc stood up and his hand went to his pants zipper. ""Why should I have to walk around with clothes on?""
+""Because the cops might be back at any time?"" McKenna suggested.
+Slyc only paused for a moment and then started stripping down. ""They'll ring the doorbell first.""
+*****
+The next morning, a horn in the driveway called people out of the house. A motley assortment of people tumbled out of a tour bus, led by a woman with an unlit cigar clamped in her jaw.
+""I'm Abs. We're here to pick up the rest of the group.""
+The two groups converged with hellos and hugs. A woman with short, layered blond hair and extremely deep blue eyes was Fem. A Native American woman held out a hand to shake mine, ""Hi, I'm Cloudy."" A blond Amazon with an impish grin and a t-shirt that said ""Beloved Meaniehead"" introduced herself as Vella. A tough looking girl in a skateboarding t-shirt was Zade. Another woman emerged from the bus singing softly under her breath and sweetly introduced herself as Sarrah. A lovely Asian girl with long hair in front and spikes in the back was Grace.
+""How was your trip?"" Rob asked.
+""Just Ducky,"" the lone man cheerfully answered.
+""Hate to rush things but we've got Joe Wordsworth, Curt, El, Feee, Vana, Scarlett, Neonlyte, Sophia jane, and Rachlou waiting at the airport in Syracuse for us,"" Abs explained.
+Thanks and good-byes were said as Magica's group joined the group on the bus and they were quickly gone. Magica had someplace to go and make some arrangements herself.
+*****
+Magica stood outside the hospital room door looking in. Trom seemed to be resting and she wasn't even sure she should be here. It wasn't like she had any claim on him.
+""Excuse me miss, were you going in?"" a brusk voice asked.
+Magica turned to see a white-coated doctor stepping around her into the room. She followed in his wake.
+""Good afternoon Mr. Maxim, how are you feeling today?""
+Trom's eyes opened groggily then focused on Magica and a grin crossed his face. She could feel an answering smile touch her own lips.
+""Just fine now, Doc, just fine.""
+""Good, because I think we're ready to discharge you but you really shouldn't be traveling all the way back to California. Is there someone you can stay with locally for a few weeks?""
+""Yes, there is,"" Magica answered for him.
+*****
+Magica was just plumping Trom's pillows when the doorbell rang. She gave him a quick kiss as he lay back and then she went to answer it.
+Mat and Min stood on the steps, Mat with their beautiful prize Egyptian cat under her arm.
+""Where's that Lynx of yours?"" Min demanded.
+DL wound himself around her ankles as Magica looked down and raised an eyebrow. ""DL? He's right here. What's he done now?""
+Mat held out the cat in her arms, ""Well, here's Mrs. DL now, he's gone and knocked her up.""
+Magica involuntarily took the female cat as she was thrust at her and the two women marched off. She looked down at DL as he sat washing his face with an expression that could only be interpreted as extreme satisfaction.
+She set the cat down and looked at the both of them, ""Well? What do you have to say for yourselves?""
+Magica waited as they transformed. Mrs. DL soon stood next to DL with a sheepish look on her face while DL smirked.
+""Guess we've both got somebody moving in now,"" he replied.
+Magica rolled her eyes and nodded. _Heaven help us!_ Little DLs running around. She could just see it.
+
+"
+14,Bard's Tales: Henry V,Aurora Black,Chain Stories,2006-06-28,2006-06-28,2022-01-08 03:46:23,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/bards-tales-henry-v,Katherine wants more than a simple kiss.,"['Blindfold', 'Bondage', 'Cunnilingus', 'Fellatio', 'Romance', 'Seduction', 'Shakespeare', 'Straight Sex', 'Teasing', 'Tying Up']",,"**The ""Shakespeare Uncensored"" Chain Story Series**
+Welcome to Lit's own ""Globe Theater."" On our stage, you will witness (through a bit of artistic license on each author's part) various erotic scenes that we feel may have been ""omitted"" from Shakespeare's original plays. We hope you enjoy!
+ _Author's Note : This piece has a very slow buildup to the sex, so if you're a stroke lover, this isn't the place for you. Also features light bondage and teasing. Enjoy._
+* * *
+""Wilt thou have me, Kate?""
+Katherine stared at the handsome monarch standing before her, her heart in her throat.
+ _Mon Dieu! Il veut que je sois son épouse!_
+Henry V of England wanted her to be his wife and Queen. She was honored by his proposal, unwillingly enchanted by the foreigner's pleasant countenance and the exotic lilt in his speech. Yet the French blood that coursed through her veins contained rage as well as desire. This was the same man who had soundly defeated her countrymen, left them broken and bleeding on the battlefields of Agincourt, Normandy, Rouen. Katherine knew that she was no more than a peace offering under the guise of a bride, and she had no choice but to accept him as a husband.
+She had every reason to despise him, yet she melted each time he smiled at her. Katherine wanted him to see her as more than the means of uniting their two countries; she wanted Henry to see her as a woman. His woman, worthy of respect.
+He continued to woo her, and she smiled as a plan began to form in her mind. She licked her lips, feeling a wave of triumph wash over her as his eyes were drawn to moist flesh. _Mais il est un bel idéal! Je le veux, et je le veux maintenant._
+Desire had won.
+Henry leaned forward to kiss her, and she offered no resistance. He was beautiful and she wanted him, but on her own terms. She was determined to have the upper hand in the seduction; she needed to hold power over her golden suitor.
+Their lips met and Katherine gasped aloud at the sensation, her eyes fluttering shut. Never in her eighteen years had she imagined the feel of his embrace, the mingling of their breath. His strong arms tightened around her waist, pulling her closer. His tongue lightly traced the closed seam of her slightly trembling lips, and she opened herself for him. She gently sucked on his tongue, wanting all of him. Through the many layers of their clothing, she felt the rise of his erection against her, and she moaned into his mouth.
+The decision was made, and there was no turning back. She would give him her hand in marriage, but not before she was satisfied with the knowledge of what she'd be getting.
+Katherine broke the kiss, her sparkling eyes searching his. Henry's eyes were stormy and unfocused with lust, and she smiled at his reaction to her. Catching his breath, he returned her smile and murmured huskily, ""You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate.""
+She turned to her chaperone, Alice, who had been watching them the entire time.
+""Laissez-nous, Alice.""
+The servant gasped at the idea of leaving Katherine alone with a man.
+""Mais, ma princesse...""
+Katherine exhaled sharply, frowning at Alice's reluctance. Her voice was firm.
+""Je vous commande de nous laissez maintenant.""
+Alice bowed to her mistress and left the great hall, finally leaving the two of them alone.
+As soon as the door closed, Katherine reached for Henry, lifting her heart- shaped face for another kiss. He accepted her offer, and was surprised by the depth of her passion. This time she took the initiative, exploring his mouth with abandon. It was a kiss that was different, stronger and more carnal in nature than he had ever received.
+The King realized that his prospective bride had obviously restrained herself under Alice's watchful gaze. Then Katherine's tongue swirled inside his mouth, touching places that made his breath seize in his throat and his staff harden further, and all thought ceased altogether.
+Henry could hear his heart pounding in his ears, and he groaned loudly as her firm breasts pressed against him. He could feel her woman's heat against his cock through the barriers between their bodies, and it throbbed painfully against the coarse fabric of his breeches at the thought of sheathing himself inside her.
+Breaking the kiss again, Katherine placed her hands on his broad chest, her whole body shivering as if from fever. She pulled away, gathering her skirts to leave the hall. Henry's heart sank at the sight of her retreat until she paused, regarding him from over her shoulder. He was staring at her like a sad little boy deprived of a sweet, and she smiled wickedly. He didn't know how sweet things were about to get.
+""Suivez-moi, my lord."" She giggled and ran from the room, heading for the stairs. Henry pursued her, curious to see what else his minx of a bride had in store for him.
+For several moments, the only sounds in the sun-kissed stairwell were that of her laughter, the echo of footfalls on stone, their heaving breaths. Katherine sprinted down a long corridor, her gown shimmering in the light of the burning torches that lined the walls. He followed her blindly; desperate to feel her in his arms again. Despite the fact that they'd just met, he already needed her more than any other woman.
+She stopped before a large door of solid oak and lifted the latch as he approached her from behind, placing delicate kisses on her neck. She opened the door and slipped inside, her eyes beckoning him. He entered the room, closing and securing the door behind him.
+They were standing inside a vast bedroom. A fire blazed in the hearth, casting everything in a warm glow. Katherine licked her lips as Henry carefully removed her headdress, tossing it away before releasing the pins that held her hair in place. The freed locks spilled over his hands, silky and dark. He sighed, savoring the feel of it between his fingers as he ran his hands through it.
+She turned her back to him and pulled the thick curtain of her hair to the side, presenting her neck to his kisses again as she unfastened the belt that held her gown together. His hands cupped her breasts through the fabric, his thumbs grazing the nipples, and she gasped from the heat that his touch generated between her thighs.
+Katherine faced him again and slipped off her elegant gown and petticoats, revealing lush, womanly curves in a silk chemise and stockings. Her excited nipples tented the fabric, and Henry fell upon her like a starving man. ""Oh Kate, thou art exquisite.""
+His eyes were tender as he lifted the chemise over her head, leaving her clad only in stockings and shoes. There were no other undergarments to obstruct his view of her naked form. Her woman's fleece enticed him, and he knelt before her to explore.
+Burying his face between her legs, Henry inhaled her scent, wanting nothing more than to remain there forever. Katherine gasped at the sudden shock of his tongue against her clit.
+""Que faites-vous là?""
+Henry paused in his oral worship long enough to reply, ""I am paying homage to my Queen. Dost thou wish me to cease?"" He flicked his tongue against her again and she threw her head back with a loud cry. Her breath ragged, she threaded her fingers through his lion's mane of hair, anchoring his head to her weeping sex.
+""Non. Continuez, s'il vous plaît.""
+""As you wish, my lady. My French rose.""
+He stood and took her into his arms, carrying her to the ornate canopied bed. He carefully lowered her onto the embroidered silk coverlet, and Katherine watched as he removed her shoes before shedding his own clothes. With each layer that fell to the floor, her wanting grew until she felt she would burst into flames. She told herself to be patient, for the time was almost at hand.
+Naked, he was magnificent. Henry joined her on the bed, and Katherine could no longer resist the urge to take control, to take him. She pushed him onto his back, and he looked up at her with a startled expression. ""Kate, what...?""
+He felt the blade of the small dagger against his throat, and he froze. He looked up and saw her watching him with dark eyes that betrayed nothing of her thoughts.
+""Answer me this, my King. Be thee friend or foe of France? Thou art responsible for the deaths of my countrymen, and yet you profess to love me?""
+Henry managed to chuckle even as his brow was covered in sweat, his eyes trained on the dagger. ""My darling Kate, thou dost understand the English tongue more than...""
+Katherine pressed the blade harder, nicking the skin. ""Répondez-moi!""
+He met her gaze and replied without hesitation.
+""I am a friend of France and of thine.""
+The hand holding the dagger shook. ""Dost thou truly love me, my lord? I am not merely a prize to be won, chattel to be possessed? Do not lie if you value your life.""
+Cautiously, Henry raised a hand and wrapped it around hers, pulling the knife away from his throat. Katherine dropped the dagger onto the floor beside the bed, and he kissed her hand. ""On my life, I swear. I love thee, Katherine de Valois.""
+Her face was wet with tears as she leaned forward and kissed the small cut that the dagger left. She rained kisses on his beloved face, his lips. ""Forgive me.""
+He reached for her and took her mouth, pressing her against him. There were no longer any barriers to their union, whether physical or cultural. He reveled in the feel of her soft skin against his, and his cock pulsed between their bodies.
+Katherine remained on top, wanting to explore every inch of her lover.
+""Je veux vous donner du plaisir.""
+Henry moaned at her breathless declaration that she wanted to give him pleasure.
+""Thou dost please me, Kate.""
+She whispered against his ear, the heat of her breath teasing the delicate shell.
+""We shall see.""
+She leapt up from the bed, and Henry watched as she walked towards a nearby bureau. Katherine opened the drawer and reached for a beautifully hand-carved wooden box. She briefly hesitated when she touched the smooth lid, but the hunger she felt for the man waiting on the bed demanded satisfaction. She removed the box and returned to him, and Henry regarded it with interest.
+""What have you there, my love?""
+Katherine smiled enigmatically, not inclined to confess to him about her clandestine lessons with Madame de Fouchet, one of France's most sought after courtesans. For two years, the princess consulted with the older woman to learn a variety of erotic techniques to tease and excite a man to great heights. She had learned many things about men during that time; their needs, their desires. How to quench their thirst for passion.
+She opened the box and saw the tools she required within. With a saucy gleam in her eyes, she pulled out a length of crimson satin and held it out before him, outstretched in her hands. Her voice was husky with want. ""Trust me.""
+Without a word, Henry took the strip of cloth and bound his eyes with it, marveling at the softness against his skin. His other senses were magnified by the loss of his sight, and he awaited her next move. His turgid flesh pulsed with anticipation.
+She kissed the palm of his hand as she removed several more pieces of satin from the box, her tongue darting out to taste the skin. He moaned at her touch before she secured his wrists to the bedposts, followed by his ankles.
+The fair King was now under her command, naked and spread-eagled beneath her, and Katherine couldn't wait to test his limits the way Madame had instructed. She reached into the box once more and removed a long stick of bamboo topped with a luxurious strand of black fox hair. It was a calligraphy brush imported from the Far East, but it was meant to be used for more than just writing.
+Katherine leaned forward to kiss his lips, whispering softly.
+""Be not afraid, my darling. Imagine that thou art a field of flowers, and this...""
+She traced the brush along the cupid's bow of his mouth, and he shivered. She sat up and twirled the bristles around a dusky male nipple. ""This is the butterfly.""
+Groaning low in his throat, Henry arched towards the brush only to have it taken away. She continued to torment him with seemingly random passes of the silken fox hair upon his sensitized skin, inflaming him further. On his chest. Against his thighs. His cock.
+He fought against his restraints, desperate to touch her, taste her. He wanted to bury himself so deeply inside her that they wouldn't be able to tell where she ended and he began. His voice was strained with pent up desire, his mouth dry.
+""Kate, please. Release me. I need thee this instant.""
+The bedroom echoed with the sound of her bell-like laughter.
+""Patience, mon amant. I am not quite finished.""
+She reached into the wooden box one last time and removed a tiny glass vial filled with a liquid that gleamed in the firelight, revealing a golden hue. She uncorked the vial with eager hands, breathing heavily at the feel of her molten arousal trickling down the insides of her thighs. The smell of jasmine invaded her senses and fueled the flames within. She dipped the very tip of the brush into the substance, coating the bristles with the aromatic oil before re-corking the bottle.
+Henry felt Katherine position herself between his legs, and he cursed the blindfold for robbing him of the knowledge of her caresses. Then he felt the oiled brush touch the tip of his erect cock and he could hardly breathe, the feeling was so intense. Helpless whimpers escaped his throat as she leisurely teased him, circling the corona with the soft bristles until his jaw clenched in pleasure.
+""Free my eyes, I beg you!""
+Her breath ragged, Katherine hurriedly raised herself to remove the satin from his eyes before returning to her spot between his thighs, which were corded with tension. Feeling his eyes upon her, she stared in fascination at the clear drop of moisture that had appeared on his cockhead. Without thinking, she collected it with her tongue, gently probing his tiny slit for more of the sweet nectar.
+""My God!""
+He writhed on the bed, awash in sensation. He pulled harder at the strips of cloth that bound his hands, resisting the urge to thrust savagely into her mouth. Katherine's artful tongue surged against his length, driving him insane as her hands cupped and juggled his testicles.
+ _She is much too good at this to be a chaste virgin. I shall find out soon._
+The fabric began to give way, and Henry smiled darkly in triumph. The tables had turned in his favor. The cloth slid away from his limbs and he continued to watch her sweet mouth work him into a frenzy, overpowered by the sight and sounds of the act.
+Fighting not to lose control, Henry reached for Katherine's face, wanting to end the torture once and for all. She gasped around his cock at the feel of his freed hands, and startled brown eyes met and held with his stormy blue. ""Quoi...?""
+His voice was firm. ""Come here.""
+Katherine couldn't resist taking one last lick up the seam of his shaft, tasting him again before crawling up to him on shaky legs. She knew that her playtime was over.
+Henry looked at her as if he could see her soul. ""Now it is my turn.""
+He coaxed her to lie on her back. She watched him with heavy-lidded eyes as he climbed over her and felt a momentary pang of fear when he spread her legs. But he did not penetrate just yet; his cock remained on the outside of her delicate labia as he leaned over her and took her lips in a passionate kiss.
+""Kate, my love. Thou hast bewitched me, sweet vixen...""
+He trailed off to taste the skin of her neck, carefully biting at her flesh. He wanted to claim her, leave his mark on her. She was his now; his wife, his queen and his lover.
+Katherine ran her fingers through his rich auburn hair as he moved his lips lower, and she moaned as he captured a nipple in his mouth. His tongue toyed with the erect peak, and she felt a strange fluttering sensation in her quim at each oral caress.
+She rubbed her aching sex against his cock as he switched back and forth between her breasts, her body screaming for relief. He sucked at her nipples, and her head thrashed against the pillows. ""Henry, s'il te plaît...""
+Henry sucked harder, pleased that she had called him by his first name and had ceased using the dreaded and formal ""vous"" when addressing him.
+ _That's one barrier broken. As for the other..._
+He released the taut flesh and looked down at her flushed face.
+""Please what, Kate? What dost thou wish me to do?""
+Unable to put her needs into words, she grabbed his hand and led it to her pussy. His cock jerked against her thigh when he felt how very hot and wet she was for him. He stroked her sex slowly, and Katherine's eyes were so dark with passion that they were almost black, pleading for him to satisfy her body's cravings.
+""Please, Henry.""
+""Right away, love.""
+Henry's mouth continued its downward journey, with a brief rest at her navel. He briefly speared it with his tongue before he finally reached the place where he most wanted to be. He looked up to find Katherine watching him with a look of pure lust.
+""Lick me.""
+His tongue parted her folds and she let out an almost primal sound of ecstasy, raising her hips to grind against his face as he feasted on her wet pussy. He tugged on her labia with his lips, exciting her further and exposing her hard clit to his gaze. Henry lightly swiped at it with the tip of his tongue and Katherine wrapped her silk encased legs around his neck, drawing him closer.
+As he traced patterns on her throbbing clit, he glanced up to see Katherine lying flush against the coverlet, her head thrown back in pleasure as she played with her magnificent breasts. Her hips moved in time with his frantic licks, her aristocratic fingers plucking and twisting her nipples. Her moans reached his ears.
+God's blood, she excited him. The vision of her squirming under the force of her desire. The knowledge of her self-directed caresses. The smell of the overflowing wetness of her sex. The feel of the stockings she still wore against his skin. His senses were filled with Katherine, and he was nearing the breaking point.
+Henry pulled his mouth away from her pussy and she moaned at the loss, but he was not finished with her. He wet a thick finger and circled it around her drenched opening as he happily resumed his task of licking her. She arched against him, and he slipped his fingertip inside. Her inner muscles automatically clenched around him, and it took all his will to resist replacing his finger with his cock. He didn't want to frighten her. His cock was so hard it was painful, but he wanted to please her.
+Moving slowly and carefully, he withdrew his finger and slowly slid it back in as his tongue continued to tease her towards climax. Katherine began to gasp with each flick of his tongue and shallow probe, and Henry knew she was close. He pushed on, increasing the intensity of his mouth on her clit as he searched inside her for the spot that would make her explode. He found it, his finger exploring it until she screamed.
+""Mon Dieu! Henry!""
+He gently nuzzled her as she shuddered and came, stretching out her orgasm for as long as possible. When she finally stopped shaking and relaxed against the bed, Henry climbed back up to her and watched her face. She opened her eyes, and they were languid and full of wonder at what she had just experienced. She was so beautiful. He kissed her lips, and she tasted herself on his mouth.
+Henry moved atop her, positioning himself at the entrance to her sex. It was time.
+His voice was deep and powerful, his eyes bright. ""I love thee, Kate.""
+Katherine sighed, her own eyes filled with love. ""Moi aussi. Take me, Henry.""
+His hand closed around his shaft and he rubbed the head against her. She spread her legs wider for him, her hands resting on his muscled buttocks. She could feel the power within them as he began to move forward, and she gasped as his cock penetrated.  
+""Look at me, sweeting. I want to watch thee as I make you mine. Accept me.""
+Her eyes widened in shock as he grabbed her hips and thrust home, her tears of pain making them glisten in the light. A low sob caught in her throat, and Henry felt his heart stop. It had to be done, yet he still felt terrible. He kissed her face, her lips. He groaned at the sensation of her body sheathing his cock, but he wanted to wait until she was ready to proceed.
+Katherine returned his kisses, content with his whispered words of love even while her body struggled to adjust to his invasion. She squeezed experimentally around him, and with a moan he flexed inside her in response. She smiled against his shoulder, licking at his sweaty skin. ""Fuck me, Henry. Fuck me deep and hard.""
+Henry made a raw sound deep in his throat at her salacious words and granted her request, thrusting in a slow rhythm. Her hands gripped harder on his buttocks, her nails biting into the supple flesh. He could see a telltale flush creeping across her face and chest as she raised her hips to meet him, and he felt hot all over. He looked down and watched his cock disappear inside her beautiful pussy and emerge all wet and shiny with her cream. He raised his eyes to her breasts, covered in a sheen of sweat and bouncing with their movements. He moved with more power and speed as he leaned over and took a nipple into his mouth, bringing another gasp to his bride's lips.
+He released her and sat up again, his face a study of concentration. She placed her hands against his heaving chest, tracing his nipples with her fingertips. His mouth fell open at the pleasure of moving inside her combined with her stimulation. He rotated his hips as he thrust harder, making sure that his cock brushed against her inner walls. She clasped her sex around him, her muscles rippling around him and making his breath catch as well as hers. The room was filled with the wet sounds of their joining.
+They were almost at the point of no return, determined to push each other over the edge. Katherine remembered what the Madame had taught her, and her pussy flexed around his staff, bringing him almost to the brink. He counteracted by bringing a hand to her clit and mercilessly swirling his fingertips around it while slamming his entire length into her. Katherine moaned and whispered, ""My King, my love.""
+It was impossible to tell who climaxed first. With a loud roar, Henry stiffened and released his essence into her while Katherine screamed and arched up to him, her pussy pulsing as the hot seed oozed from his cock. A moment later, he shakily lowered himself to the bed and took her into his arms.
+They embraced, exchanging sweet kisses and endearments. Henry smiled mischievously and looked into her eyes, caressing her hair.
+""I believe I will enjoy being married to thee, Kate.""
+Katherine said nothing, taking his hand and bringing it to her mouth. She took one of his fingers inside and sucked on it as if it was his cock, and he was amazed to find himself hardening again. He looked into her eyes and saw the familiar teasing gleam.
+""Show me again, my lord?""
+Henry's laughter was warm and rich before he claimed her lips in a scorching kiss.
+""Certainly, my Queen.""
+* * *
+ _Many thanks to Lady Cibelle for her incredible editing and consultation on the French phrases used within the story._"
+15,Bard's Tales: Othello,Salvor-Hardon,Chain Stories,2006-09-06,2006-09-06,2022-01-08 03:46:26,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/bards-tales-othello,Iago comes betwen Othello and Desdemona,"['Black Man', 'Desdemona', 'Iago', 'Othello', 'Shakespeare', 'Threesome']",4.22,"_Welcome to Lit's own ""Globe Theater."" On our stage, you will witness (through a bit of artistic license on each author's part) various erotic scenes that we feel may have been ""omitted"" from Shakespeare's original plays. We hope you enjoy!_
+************************************
+Iago felt the thick hard cock slip into his anus, even as her hands wrapped around his shaft and began stroking. They matched, as if she were pulling Othello, through him, perfect synchronicity, and mind shattering sensations of pleasure and pain. Never would he have thought of this as a possibility, of this scenario of sex, when he dreamt of Desdemona, he never dreamt of it like this.
+He watched her, waiting and wanting. He plotted their downfall, wanting to take her away from that black devil he hated so deeply. Getting close, gaining their trust only to break them apart and have her love for his own, he was a genius and master of seduction. How did he become their guest, caught between them in a tangle of bodies? The answer eluded him as he felt her hand squeeze his balls and roll them back and forth.
+He thought he had won. As he came to their house he grinned and chuckled, seeing Desdemona on her knees, pleasuring him as Othello would come in. What great stinging hurt it would cause him to see his lieutenant claiming his wife. When she opened the door wearing a very short tight black dress he knew he had won. All through dinner and the wine afterwards, he kept staring at her, undressing her with his eyes, and seeing Othello's face to see his devoted wife cheating on him. Iago's wicked smile nearly made his cheeks hurt, it held so tightly to his face.
+""Iago, there is something I want you to do for me."" She stood up and slid her hands over her body. ""Something that Othello can't do for me.""
+""Name it, I'd do anything for you.""
+""Put this blindfold on."" She handed him the black strip of fabric that Iago quickly wrapped over his eyes and shut out the light.
+""Let me undress you."" She purred, and kissed him, as each new area of skin was revealed, till he stood, naked, hard and ready for what was to come. Her hair sent shivers through his body as he felt her kneeling, her mouth so near his cock. The sound of her moaning, that guttural animalistic sound made his cock twitch even before she put her lips there. Small kisses first then licks, swirling her tongue around the tip. Then suddenly she was gulping him down, mouth open and diving deep along his shaft. Hard long hungry sucks over and over as she greedily took more and more of him.
+Iago pulled the blindfold off, to look down at her and see the slutty need in her eyes. The large black man he hated so deeply was behind her, naked and fucking her like a wild animal even as she slurped harder on Iago. The surprise and her talent made him erupt unexpectedly. ""What the fuck? What's he doing here?"" Staggering back with drips of cum falling from his tip.
+""I said I wanted something he can't give me. I want two men, to fill me, to flood me with lust and want."" She licked her lips and caught the drop of white fluid that escaped them. ""I want you and him together.""
+Iago looked from her to him and back. The contrast was so striking it was almost mind-boggling. He was tall, muscular, dark, large and angular. She was petite, lithe, curved, light and almost fragile. They just stood there, naked, waiting for his response, and slowly reached to hold hands.
+It was watching them hold hands, seeing his large dark fingers entwine with her small pale ones that broke him. They were together, and unmistakably so. The only way to have her was to have him with her, he was part of her and she was part of him. Perhaps it was Iago's unbridled lust for Desdemona, or something deeper, something more at his core that formed the word ""yes"". Even as he said it, he knew he had crossed into a new way of living.
+Her eyes lit up, and Othello's smile nearly matched hers, as they moved together to the bed. He lay on his back and she eagerly hopped up, though had to ease down onto his shaft with care and gentleness. Iago watched as her pussy enveloped that cock, stretching around him as she descended, and she shivered a bit as it went further and further inside.
+Soon she was settled, straddling his hips and she looked over her shoulder at their new lover ""Come on, don't be shy, you know what to do."" She leaned forward, lifting up to make her ass more inviting.
+He picked up the jar of oil that sat on the bedside table. Part of him just wanted to ram into her, make her scream and cry for springing this surprise on him, robbing him of his theft of her love. But more so he did want her, crave her, and so wanted to please her. He spread the slick gel around her ring and coated his shaft equally well before slipping in and embracing her from behind.
+Desdemona was sexy to be sure, but here, now, crushed between two men, begging to be fucked and moaning like a whore, Iago felt all the more aroused. That his angel, the girl of his dreams, could plumb the depths of his depravity and then drag him even further down was insanity in its seduction. He thrust harder, deeper, and with each push he cold feel the thick hot shaft of Othello's cock through her.
+Holding her ass, pounding away for all he was worth, he kept focusing on that other shaft. Each stroke was another reminder that they were body and soul as one. He was not fucking her he was fucking them. Her and him... his hatred battled with is lust and soon he felt her muscles shuddering and squeezing and he was lost to his climax. He filled her and felt Othello flex and twitch as he did as well. Iago could look over her shoulder and see his face, washed with the relaxation and satisfaction that only great sex provides.
+Iago pulled back, slipped out of her as he went soft and hurried to the bathroom. He was washing his cock, scrubbing it and cleaning it as he wrestled with his emotions of shame and anger, want and desire. He could hear them talking, imagining the pillow talk that he was not to share. He was satisfied that he was clean and was about to leave when Desdemona caught him at the door.
+""Iago... you were fantastic... you really took me to a new level."" She placed her hand on his chest and look into his eyes with even deeper hunger. ""I can never repay you for what you did for us.... Which makes this even harder to ask.""
+Damn her. Damn her beauty and the way she could get to him, the way she could make him do anything. ""What's that, just ask"".
+""I ... I want to take you in my mouth.... While... Othello...."" She trailed off and looked away. It was almost as if baring herself this obscenely embarrassed her.
+""Say it... if you can say I'll do it.""
+""I want to suck you while Othello fucks your ass."" Even as she said the word she blushed from head to toe and held her body tightly. He was stunned and yet he knew it was coming. She knew it was pushing his limits, testing his desire for her to its very limit. What would he endure to be with her? Now he knew just how deeply she touched him and so did she.
+""Yeah we can do that...... lets do that""
+They walked together back to where Othello sat in the chair. The bed linens were tousled from earlier and the scent of sex still hung in the air. The large man lounged, waiting, knowing they would return. There was a distance as they walked, very different from the nearness when Othello and Desdemona stood together. ""So... how do you want to....?"" The hard art of starting, especially something so new was the hardest part.
+Desdemona sank to her knees, tossed her hair back and began caressing and teasing Iago's cock. Her fingers danced lightly over his sack and she coaxed the shaft to swollen stiffness again. For a moment in his mind, it was just them, just her and him and no one else. He wanted to feel her connected to him, part of him the way he must feel her, move with her, be with her. Here now that moment was almost real until he felt those large rough hands on his ass cheeks.
+Othello was gentle. As much as Iago hated this man, he was at least grateful that he was being kind, and appreciated the way Othello applied more than enough lubricant. Hatred, love, envy, lust, gratitude, all the emotions began to swirl and then he felt nothing at all. His emotions went cold and dead even as he felt the sensation of being pierced and mounted. He understood why it felt so good now, the stimulation of the nerves and the sense of being the center of attention. Being the keystone of sexual experience would normally be overwhelming but tonight there was nothing. She was no longer pleasuring him, it was Othello. His mouth was on his cock. His cock was pounding his ass. Desdemona was gone, and all that remained for Iago was his growing seething hatred of Othello. There was a shudder, and an explosion inside of him and Iago's own orgasm was no comfort or refuge. Othello came shortly afterwards, and as soon as he did, Iago got off and went to bathe.
+They let him leave alone. He turned as he walked away, seeing them, huddled together like the perfect couple. He went straight away to Cassio's and stole his kerchief, knowing tomorrow he could plant it on Desdemona, and with it strike Othello where he would feel the pain the most."
+16,Bard's Tale: A Midsummer Night's Dream,pagrl,Chain Stories,2006-06-20,2006-06-20,2022-01-08 03:46:20,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/bards-tale-a-midsummer-nights-dream,The seed of Oberon's obession is planted.,"['Anal', 'Fairy', 'Male-Male Sex', 'Non-Human', 'Oral', 'Poetry', 'Seduction']",4.2,"_Welcome to Lit's own ""Globe Theater."" On our stage, you will witness (through a bit of artistic license on each author's part) various erotic scenes that we feel may have been ""omitted"" from Shakespeare's original plays. We hope you enjoy!_
+This story contains a male-male sexual encounter. If such things offend, please read another story.
+* * * * * * *
+A slight and androgynous figure takes stage center. His green skin glows, not sickly, as one would expect, but ethereally. Hasty glances over his shoulder belie the boldness of his steps. Literally running into a nymph, he pulls back for a second, or perhaps he was just catching his balance.
+""Nymph, who keeps sylvan's balance bright   What mischief do you upon this night?""
+The lithe and buxom creature looks upon the green visage and giggles melodiously. Her ample boson jiggles tantalizingly as she stands upright. Shaking her long auburn hair from her waist, she speaks cautiously:
+""Mischief, Spirit, do you know whom you ask?   For an eternity I've kept my task.   Though your face is changed nearly every day   I know you, third amongst all the fae   Oberon's arm is no closer to him   Than you, fair Puck, who leads mortals to sin.""
+Hopping a branch with casual flair, Puck spreads his arms with secrets to share.
+""Think you mischief to mortals I only bring   Far wider I plot to capture our king.   Whilst you were a seedling such honour I bore   His love to me, our Lord Oberon swore.   For a moment in time came Bridgette fair   Then she found death, which all mortals share.   To me again handsome Oberon crept,   I held him close, upon my bosom he wept.   Then Titania caught his fickle eye   Again I wait as time slows and ceases to fly.   Between the two I shall wedge, my cruel hoax   Into my bed Oberon, I again shall coax.""
+The autumn colored nymph looks aghast at Puck. To trick mortals is amusing and fun, but to deceive Lord Oberon is just unimaginable and immoral. Surely Puck's wickedness would beget foul tidings. Her auburn tresses stream away from her naked body as she runs from Puck muttering about his doom.
+Puck's features mist and melt. Standing in the place of the hobgoblin is a dark skinned, muscular Athenian youth, whose eyes are deep wells as dark as the ripest of olives. As the youth moves, his muscles flex and ripple under his skin.
+""Oberon's eyes cannot be held for long   By Queen Titania whose beauty is far gone,   But this mortal with the strength of youth   Will be Titania's final rebuke.""
+Puck, disguised as the handsome Athenian, asked the wind and stars where Oberon stands. Thinking they are speaking with a mortal who wishes to pay respects in the old manner, the wind and the stars guide Puck to Oberon's location.
+Knowing Oberon's desire to conquer, Puck removes his clothing as if he just finished swimming the nearby stream then lays upon the soft grass next to the gnarled roots of a large tree. Puck lowers his eyelids, thick with black lashes, when he hears Oberon's approach.
+His slight build augments Oberon height, making him look far taller than he is. Lean muscles coil under his tight fitting clothing, which are made of the finest silks, nearly as white as his skin. Oberon's dark hair falls neatly away from his rectangular face. Pools of blackness, searching the forest, quickly find Puck disguised as an Athenian youth. Admiring the form, Oberon stands over the immobile youth for several minutes before speaking.
+""Beautiful form and features I must claim,   For none is more handsome by sight or by fame.   So soundly he slumbers, perhaps he shan't feel   When by him Lord Oberon shall kneel.""
+Oberon gracefully lowers himself next to the youth. For long moments he sits mesmerized by the man beneath the tree. Mischievously, Puck rolls over and throws his arm wide in invitation. Oberon, unable to resist the touch of the smooth skin, rests his head on the youth's broad chest. Feigning sleep, Puck nestles his body closer to his Lord and Master.
+Overwhelmed, Oberon gently kisses the exposed chest and lets his hands run down the hard body Puck has created. Oberon's hands travel past the rippling abdominal muscles and down the road marked by thick, curly hair. Puck moans softly as if in pleasant dreams. Oberon, needing no encouragement, takes Pucks hard shaft in his hand and begins stroking the length with wanton desire.
+Puck quickly sits up as if startled.
+""Fie, foul creature, what advantage take you   Of this youth whose innocence you pursue?   Such touches I have never before felt   But under your hands my will seems to melt.""
+Oberon looks deeply into the youth's eyes. As his hands continue to roam over the strong body, Oberon convinces the youth to give into his carnal desires with breathy whispers.
+""Yield your will to this pleasure, I implore   And such experiences we shall explore.   Such honour I give you, beyond your dreams   As your lover take me, who toppled Queens.""
+Puck, lost in his part, holds Oberon's eyes and challenges him to continue. Oberon's mouth hungrily covers Puck's soft lips. Puck's tongue delves into Oberon and tastes the sweet midsummer night that approaches rapidly. Oberon's hands twist into pucks black hair and roughly pulls his head back to expose Puck's soft neck. A whimper of pain escapes Puck.
+As tears form in Puck's eyes, Oberon nips and licks Pucks neck. Puck's pain swiftly transforms to pleasure. Puck unties Oberon's shirt and wraps his arms around his Lord's body. Puck's nipples harden to little pebbles as Oberon's shirt softly tickles them. Laughing at his newest ""conquest"" Oberon licks his way down Puck's chest. Circling Puck's tight nipple with his tongue, Oberon swiftly bites.
+Puck cries out in mingled surprise and desire before violently pulling Oberon on top of him. Puck presses his naked body against the half clothed form of his Master. His leaking erection wets Oberon's silk trousers.
+Laughing, Oberon pulls away from his feisty lover and stands.
+""With such exuberance and excitement,   You are my body's great enticement.""
+Oberon hastily pulls off his remaining clothing with Puck's help. Puck's breath catches as he beholds a sight denied him for more decades than he cares to remember. Oberon's manhood stands rigid against his belly. Except for the soft and dark curls around the root of his excitement, Oberon's body is hairless and smooth.
+Slowly, Puck reaches out to touch his Lord's body. Trembling hands cup Oberon's knees and gently move upwards. Kneeling to reach Oberon's magnificent belly, Puck's mouth is but a breath away from Oberon's heavy sack. Without thought, Puck gently licks Oberon, like a puppy greeting his master.
+Gently, Puck uses his lips to pull on the folds of skin. Shifting his head, Puck kisses the shaft that, but seconds before, was pressed against his cheek. Flicking his tongue along the soft underside, Puck hears Oberon's breathing shift and deepen. Chuckling quietly, Puck takes his Lord's crown into his mouth and moves his head to that every part of his mouth can once again taste his Master.
+As Puck takes Oberon deeply within his mouth and sucks voraciously, Oberon shouts:
+""You named me foul creature without proof   But such names belong now to you in truth!   Such talents in mere mortals are wasted   With me, you shall stay once you have tasted   The seeds and upon which you shall sup   Until you soul is completely corrupt!""
+Oberon's words gained strength as Puck's tongue continued its dexterous manipulations of Oberon's willing flesh. Oberon tightly pulls Puck's head against his body. Puck's nose presses into Oberon's soft curls. Though his breath is stopped by Oberon's deep and forceful thrusts, Puck continues to suck, knowing that his Lord is near climax.
+Puck reaches around Oberon's waist and holds tightly as the lack of oxygen causes him to become dizzy. As Oberon's seed floods into Puck's waiting gullet, Puck swallows quickly hoping to waste none. Drunk upon his Lord's wine, Puck sways on his knees.
+Crouching quickly, Oberon catches Puck before he can fall. Kissing his forehead tenderly, Oberon gently lays Puck upon the soft and pliant grass. While Puck regains control of himself, Oberon rests Puck's head in his lap and gently strokes his black hair. Gingerly, Puck reaches out and strokes Oberon's waning erection.
+""Oh tender youth has not yet learned to live,   Not yet knowing all the pleasure I give.   A small taste you have had, but more is to come   Once I have tasted your untouched plum.""
+Oberon gently turns Puck onto his belly. Puck readily folds his knees beneath him and pushes his face deeply into the fragrant grass. Laughing at the ""virgin"" youth's readiness and willingness, Oberon pulls a flower and uses its nectar to ease his passage. As the fragrance reaches Puck's nose, he sighs heavily.
+Reaching back, Puck pulls himself open to instigate his Lord's conquest. Oberon grasps Pucks hips and slowly pushes himself in. Noise of mixed pain and anticipation escapes Puck's throat. Slowly entering and withdrawing, Oberon eases his way through the tight and long neglected passage.
+Puck begins to howl and buck, causing Oberon to delve deeper and faster than he thought prudent. As Oberon reached his full depth, Puck presses against Oberon's body. Screaming in building pleasure, Puck rocks on his knees until he feels the heat overwhelm his body. As small explosions rip through his spine, Puck's manhood explodes in a fiery torrent.
+Puck's pulsating body causes Oberon to release his seed once again. As his Master's burning magma erupts into Puck's body, Puck continues to writhe and moan in pleasure. Connected, still, Oberon rests his light body on top of Puck's until the two fall asleep.
+When Puck awakens, he is alone. Oberon must be telling Titania that he has no more need of her. Puck bathes quickly in the nearby stream and returns to his own visage, a green hobgoblin, neither quite male nor female.
+Whistling happily to himself, Puck erases the footsteps of a stag to ensure no hunter could find him near. He replaces a fallen bird into its nest as he congratulates himself on recapturing his Lord Oberon's heart.
+""What soft and vibrant footfalls do I hear?   It is! My darling Lord Oberon nears.""
+Beaming and proud of himself, Puck runs to greet Oberon who bears no mark of his recent tryst.
+""My Puck, faithful and dearest servant   I have need of your eyes, be observant.   This very afternoon I have found my love   But now he is Titania's glove.   An Athenian youth, fair was his face   And his body -- lithe and full of grace,   In Titania's company I find   For her to have him is most heinous crime!   My own he will be and your help I need   To relinquish cruel Titania's greed!""
+Oberon storms off leaving Puck needing to run to catch up. Puck's shoulders stoop slightly as he pushes a baby bird from its nest and, toward waiting hunters, scares a stag from its rest."
+17,Bard's Tale: Hamlet,TheEarl,Chain Stories,2006-05-22,2006-05-22,2022-01-08 03:46:22,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/bards-tale-hamlet,The Prince uncovers a tryst in Elsinore castle.,"['Hamlet', 'Incest', 'Shakespeare', 'Voyeur']",3.9,"**The Shakespeare Uncensored Chain Stories**
+ _Welcome to Lit's own ""Globe Theater."" On our stage, you will witness (through a bit of artistic license on each author's part) various erotic scenes that we feel may have been ""omitted"" from Shakespeare's original plays. We hope you enjoy!_
+* * *
+My soul cries for my egress, but I am imprisoned by a force that I cannot fight. O God, how I ache to be released, from this place, from this world; I would happily dissipate to nothing, abandon all thoughts of paradise and the rewards hereafter. Nothing wouldst be a friend to me, an emptiness a bliss that I could not describe; tis not possible to weave words to fully show the ways in which the void of a void torments me.
+Or, if I cannot be nothing, then I would gladly turn to the deep torment of eternity. Fie, flame wouldst be as the gentle caress of a sweet love and the cacophony of tortur'd screams sweet music to mine ears, 'gainst what assails them here. I would join that eternal choir and I would smile at the fates that gave me that release from the script that unfolds here.
+The lady cries out again and mine hand moves 'gainst strong will to the curtain. Mine eyes have no need to see, mine ears no need to hear, my nose no need to smell their rank sweat, dripping from their skins as flesh joins flesh in the sickly motion that the earliest man knew before he knew he was man. I have no need to look; the view is burn'd forever onto my lids, a scene to play over and over were I ever to close my vision again.
+Yet, my hand moves, once more, to pull the curtain away and reveal the darkness beyond, such gluttonous blackness and sickening dirt so filthy that for all my wisdom I do not know if Denmark can ever be clean again. She is sickened and wounded and this cannot, but harm her further. Better than she should expire now, cut curtly down in the strains of mourning, than she be forced to bear witness to what lies beneath her sickly surface.
+The lady moves as I watch, mouth working hungrily to his as though she cannot sate herself by food alone. She will not see me, cast in her shroud of Eros, but every expression on her face draws clear as the sun rising, such familiar features torn and twisted as she writhes against him.
+Fie, tis fault to heaven that we cannot cast our minds away; that sight, once seen, cannot be unseen again. The permanence of thought makes every vision a long-suffering wound, a knife carried always, buried to the hilt, blade upon blade driving through skin til there is no flesh left to cut, no body left to wound and no soul left to burn. For truth, I could not conjure afore how a man could leave his senses, but now I see what drives the lunatic; it is only by releasing sanity that we can purge the damn'd sights from our eyes and attempt to cleanse our souls, scrubbing til the weave comes undone and the material is faded and grey.
+A wave o'ercomes her and she shudders, soul trembling with insensate lust as fires lick at the tapered edges of her self-control. She cannot help, but move, pressing herself to him; no longer queen, nor mother, nor lady, but wanton maid thrust to insanity by basest passion, by the throbbing staff that spreads and consumes her. I cannot watch and yet mine eyes cannot cease from looking.
+O! That this sight belonged to some other man that I need not endure it. Tis the greatest crime that vision can make – to force the sight of a mother opened and spread before the son, like an Oedipal conquest that sickens the gut.
+O fickle woman, whose husband lies not weeks in his grave! How can she wound him that she professed to love and, in wounding, sullies herself with this basest lust. For I am also my father's son and by this injury she hath slain me too, and cast my heart from my chest to lay it on the flames of her passion.
+Should I make my presence known? I wish not to see more than I have already seen, but I know that, should I stay my hand, this treachery will go unpunished and dear Hamlet's grave will not stay peaceful. What son could not move when faced with treason? What prince could stay his hand when a man hath thrust into the very depths of the royal household, usurping the place held only by a greater man than. My bodkin waits at my belt, eager for the quick taste, the sharp elixir that feeds all life and would cut this dog down where he lies.
+Soft! He moves, their sin shifting to a newer motion. I withdraw, hand on my hilt. If his visage is known to me, there may yet be a gentler way to solve this feud. Or, if not, then I may repair my mother's trespasses 'neath my cowl and keep the memory of the King undefiled. Now turn. Turn, villain and let me see thy face!
+O treachery. O hateful eyes that hath shown me this vision; I would rather tear thee out and never see again than be forced to look longer on this scene. Perfidious traitor that doth tease and torment the royal flesh, winding his hands 'cross zones that draw the scream from a lady, removing all decorum and leaving her whimpering and open, breath heaving like Jezebel unrestrained; this is no position for a queen. Fie, this foul, vile dog that parts my mother and thrusts into her with such animal viciousness, this hateful cur that hath stole my father's place is no lesser a man than the villain who hath taken his crown!
+The blade at my belt screams for blood and I draw it with a sing of steel, ready to end this villainy forever.
+But wait. There comes a groan and a wail and, thus, the snake hath finished his tryst, laying his surges inside the lady and resting his head upon her breast. And in doing so hath made himself king unrestricted. For what man could deny a King that doth have the support of the Queen herself? He was king in all but ceremony and now he hath cemented himself.
+Were I now to cut him down, it would bring down the house of Elsinore, snuffing out the light that reaches into the darkness of Scandinavia and condemning our country to a sickening end, laying her weak and feeble, open like its Queen to the highest bidder, legs spread in an invitation for our enemies to take what they wished for and give nothing in return.
+Fie, that I should have some guiding light. Some sign from God to show me the path to take. Uncertainty sickens and yet the right remains shrouded. To allow this sickness to take root would let it grow strong and insult all that has come before. But to attempt to uproot it immediate would risk destruction. I have not wit to see the ends and yet I know that neither and both courses will satisfy my duty in equal measure.
+Woe that such sickness had ever laid eyes on Elsinore! Wherefore came this filth that would burn from inside to out, ev'ry edifice crumbling in the wake of a grunting dog and a straddled maid, bound in a web of incestuous treachery.
+Noise comes once again and the images of entwined skin play 'cross mine eyes without need to look. The rhythm builds anew and I am sickened as Denmark is, turned rotten from the inside by what lies within. I must away and consider my response, for matters such as these are not lightly to be solved.
+Softly, I away, villainy echoing in my ears.
+ _Exeunt, stage left_"
+18,Bare Bottom Resorts Ch. 05,Black Tulip,Chain Stories,2005-05-23,2005-05-23,2022-01-08 03:46:31,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/bare-bottom-resorts-ch-05,His experience guaranteed she wrote a favorable report.,"['Domination', 'Mature', 'Sex In Nature', 'Sex In Public']",4.24,"**North Sea Shells Report**
+ _Day 1_
+The hotel accommodation is impeccable and the surroundings are magnificent. The staff is friendly and the management seems intent on pleasing the guests in every possible way...
+Laura smiled as she remembered how her stay here had started. She had sighed in relief when she spotted a parking lot to the right and a paved path leading to some rooftops behind the dunes to the left. She knew she'd found the North Sea Shells Resort. As all Bare Bottoms Resorts were nudist camps, she had expected a secluded place, but this one was bordering on the ridiculous. After she'd left the motorway behind her, she hadn't seen a single village and hardly any houses either. More than an hour had passed before she saw the small road branching off. The sign had been nearly invisible among the yellow flowers of blossoming broom and the modest white and pink from shrubs of Burnet roses.
+With narrowed eyes she took in the cars that sat in the parking lot. Not even half filled, although it was midsummer. That was not a good sign to start with. On the other hand, the surroundings looked promising. Once she had switched off the engine, all she could hear was the buzzing of insects, a lark high in the sky and the rustling of a soft breeze. The resort claimed a beautiful location in a national park and Laura could see the truth in that. The dunes were free of the usual tourist mess; no empty coke cans, no half- eaten sandwiches, no candy wrappers, not even the butt of a cigarette. Well, the latter was rather self-evident. Who in his right mind would wander around smoking in a dry national park, in the summer?
+Locking the car, Laura started down the path. Her only luggage was a small overnight bag with her toiletries and her laptop. It was al she needed for her short stay here. At the top of the dune she stood gazing out for a moment, grinning at the good fortune that had landed her a job of inspecting resorts all over Europe. A friend of a friend of a friend had recommended her and her experience in writing travelogues had come in handy.
+The fact that they were all nudist resorts did not bother her. Ever since she could remember, her parents had been environmentalists to the core. They owned no car, they didn't do airplane holidays and were all for going natural at every opportunity. Laura laughed softly. They would most certainly not have approved of Bare Bottoms. There was nothing natural about it apart from the no-clothes policy. In fact, the company catered most of all to the rich and glamorous.
+Descending to the sprawling, one-story building in front of her, Laura saw a glimpse of the sea behind the next row of dunes. The soft breeze raised few waves. She shifted her attention back to the main building that housed the reception, the staff and no more than 20 hotel rooms. Most guests stayed in the cottages that were dotting the dunes behind the hotel. Laura approved of the wood and glass structure that blended nicely into the surroundings.
+Inside she smelled a hint of pines and the girl behind the desk smiled a welcome to her that looked sincere. Laura hoped she wouldn't be the only forty-something woman around. The cute receptionist made her very aware of her own rounded figure. She shrugged and pushed the sudden flash of self-awareness aside. She had a job to do here, so it was not important how she looked. Except to herself of course, but she wouldn't be competing for male attention.
+The blonde checked her in and buzzed for someone to show her to her room. Laura had booked as a private person on purpose. What better way to find out what the guests were getting? As the bellboy appeared she swallowed and licked suddenly dry lips. Even if he was a bit too young for her taste, he was gorgeous. He had a nice athletic body with a golden tan and no more than a cute little cap to indicate his function.
+Once inside her room Laura frowned. She was so used to seeing naked people that it hardly ever affected her in such a sexual way. Odd. She shrugged and turned her attention to the surroundings. The room was spacious and comfortable, as was the adjoining bathroom. What captured her attention most, though, were the big sliding doors that opened onto a terrace. She stepped outside and saw a trail that ran along the bottom of the patio before it branched off to the sea. She could hear a vague pounding and when she licked her lips there was a faint trace of salt in the air.
+Unpacking her things and getting out of her clothes was a matter of minutes. With a sigh Laura stepped onto the terrace again, eager to explore the hotel and the beach part of the resort. It was the middle of the afternoon and she thought she could have a look at the sea before dinner.
+She walked down the wooden tiles of the patio when she heard noises coming from one of the neighboring rooms. The sounds were unmistakable. The heavy breathing, moaning and wet slapping made Laura pause. The thought of people enjoying each other within earshot had the blood rushing to her face. She giggled softly. It must be something in the air here. For a moment she hesitated. The notion to stay and listen in was attractive, but she shook her head. There was work to do. She had three days to write a full report and she wanted to stay anonymous for the most part.
+Laura squared her shoulders and took a deep breath before she stepped from the terrace and headed to the branch of the trail that led to the sea. She allowed herself only a quick glance when she walked past the terrace of her busy neighbors. A bit disappointed she found nothing to look at. The minute she crested the dune the sea captured all her attention. Due to the calm weather the water looked like a softly rippling sheet of blue-gray silk. The beach was sparsely dotted with people despite the inviting white sand.
+On an impulse Laura walked to the flood line. It looked like the tide was going out. No swimmers were foolish enough to venture in and the waves lapped at the growing stretch of wet sand. The sun and the soft breeze were wonderful, caressing her naked body. She decided to walk along the beach first. Soon she realized why this resort was called North Sea Shells. The beach was littered with shells. Not just the usual fragments, but lots of unbroken ones too, waiting to be picked up. Laura bent over and pried a delicate shell from the sand.
+""Beautiful.""
+The deep voice startled Laura and she nearly dropped the shell as she turned around. Behind her stood an imposing figure. Despite his white hair and the wrinkles near his eyes, the man looked remarkably fit. His blue eyes were clear and sharp with a disconcerting twinkle in them.
+""Yes, indeed. I can see where the resort gets its name.""
+Laura smiled and held out her hand with the pink and pearly shell on her palm.
+The man laughed. ""True, but I was referring to you, my dear.""
+Laura felt the blood rush to her face. She opened her mouth to object, but the man cut her off.
+""Forgive an old man, but when you bent over your own shell was a beautiful sight. Very inviting to go searching for pearls.""
+""Really!""
+Laura wasn't sure how to react. She felt the innuendo was uncalled for, but the obvious interest of this old beachcomber was definitely getting to her. The next thing she knew, the man held out his hand.
+""I see I should introduce myself. Peter van Leer. I'm the general manager of this resort."" He smiled encouragingly. ""And you are?""
+Damn, Laura had no wish to tell him who she was but outright lying was not appealing to her either.
+""Laura. I just arrived and wanted to have a look at the sea and the beach first.""
+""Wise decision."" Peter chuckled. ""I would love to show you around. It's not often I get the chance to spend some time with a mature woman.""
+Laura glanced aside and saw his grin as he motioned with his head to a couple of slender girls. She hesitated. It would be a good opportunity to look around, probably even better than on her own. Who did she think she was kidding? The guy was intriguing her. Normally she was not interested in horny old goats, but this Peter was something else.
+""Oh? Are you telling me those supple bodies are not calling to you?"" She shook her head in mock disbelieve. ""But I won't say no. Please, lead me.""
+The minute she had said it, she heard how her words could be misunderstood. The grin on Peter's face showed her he had definitely picked up on the double entendre. She sighed and made to square her shoulders, but the interested look on his face checked the movement. It would have meant heaving her breasts and she was suddenly very aware of his gaze.
+""Come, I'll show you.""
+Peter grabbed her hand and before she knew it, they were walking along the waterfront, splashing through the lukewarm wavelets. He told her about the start of this resort and how he had succeeded in getting permission to build inside a national park. Laura knew most of it already, but it was much more interesting to hear it from someone who was as passionate about it as this Peter van Leer seemed to be.
+As they neared a breakwater he stopped her and pointed to the sand.
+""If you're looking for shells, this is an excellent spot.""
+Laura had to agree. Without thinking twice, she bent over to examine the heaps of shards and shells that had been washed up against the boulders and squares of basalt, slender blue tusk shells, pale pink and yellow mollusks, loads of gray ones and an occasional white spiral from a sea snail.
+When she looked up she saw Peter gazing at her. His eyes were fixed on her bottom and she realized she had given him another look at what he had termed her shell. She snapped up, suddenly very conscious of her nakedness.
+""Don't.""
+Peter's voice was a mere whisper above the sound of the waves breaking against the boulders.
+""You are beautiful to look at. Don't hide it. Be proud and show yourself as you are.""
+Laura blushed. The obvious admiration was in fact very nice. So nice even, that she was feeling herself getting a bit moist and she was damned if she was going to let him know that. She smiled a bit vaguely in his direction and racked her brain to find an excuse to get rid of him. She cleared her throat nervously.
+""Thanks for the compliment. And I will try, but I think I'll take a swift tour of the dunes now. If you'll excuse me?""
+She thought that was kind of neat and extended her hand to say goodbye. The firm grip of his hand sent a little jolt through her arm and the deep voice made her quivering inside. What surprised her the most however, was his arm around her waist.
+""You didn't strike me as a coward, Laura. Are you running away now?""
+The strong fingers caressed her side and came to rest on her hip. She opened her mouth but never got the chance to answer him. With a quick movement he had one hand in her neck and the other at the small of her back, bending her over. She tried to get free but it was no use. Despite his age he was a strong man and she had to take a few steps to keep on her feet.
+It was exactly what he had been after. Laura realized it when she felt his fingers on the backside of her legs, slowly stroking the soft skin, crawling up to her bottom which was most certainly bare. She was still struggling but at the same time she held her breath, waiting for his touch on her folds, feeling terribly aroused by being bent over like this, her pussy in plain view for any who cared to look.
+""What do you think you're doing? Let me go. Right now.""
+Laura gasped as his fingertips grazed over the sensitive skin where thigh becomes cheek, skipping from one side to the other, passing over the aching area in between. She twisted some more till she heard him chuckle. All her moving about accomplished was an even better view and she stood still, her hands clenched to fists. It was no longer possible to deny how much she was enjoying his game. She could feel the moisture welling up between her legs and the soft sigh from Peter told her he had noticed it too.
+His one hand was still holding her down by the neck as the other was tantalizingly close to her core. Laura had no doubt he would be able to see how wet she was, but she didn't care any more. All she wanted was for him to touch her, slip those strong fingers inside her and fuck her senseless. She didn't even care if there were people watching. The thought that there might be eyes on them turned her on even more.
+As if he could read her mind, Peter kept avoiding the place she wanted him to touch the most. He stroked the soft skin of her cheeks, caressed the backsides of her legs, the inside of her thighs and followed her spine up to her neck, but he never once touched her between her legs. Not once did his fingers graze the wetness, the slick pink of her swollen lips. Laura squirmed in his grip. To her shock she even started making sounds in the back of her throat, whimpering softly as if she could coax him into touching her in the way she wanted.
+""Now, isn't that much better than a swift tour of the dunes?""
+Peter whispered in her ear and she could hear the laughter in his voice. When she didn't answer him right away, he stopped his touching but kept her bent over.
+""Or do you still want me to stop? Shall I let you go?""
+Laura felt a jolt of panic and she pushed her bottom back up in an attempt to get in contact with his fingers again.
+""No, don't.""
+Her voice was hardly more than a croaking sound, but she was relieved that he seemed to have heard her. His hand came back to her and she sighed deeply, praying for his fingers to finally enter her. She wanted to be filled so much, it was an almost painful feeling of want. Peter had other ideas however. He caught her off guard with his fingers sliding suddenly between her legs, exploring the wet slit from back to front and touching the swollen pearl at the top for seconds. Next he hauled her up, his one hand still in her neck.
+He leaned towards her and kissed her neck.
+""All right."" He chuckled as he propelled her down the beach. ""I won't let you go, but we will have a look at the dunes.""
+Laura had an urge to scream but she had some pride left. Not much though as she felt the moisture trickle down her legs. She could not remember the last time she had been this desperate for a cock. She glanced at Peter, her eyes roaming across the broad chest with the white curls, the flat stomach and the muscled legs to finally rest upon his staff. Thick and long, it stood half up as if it was a periscope scanning the surroundings.
+It took Peter only a few minutes to usher her onto another trail that lead them into the dunes. Laura wondered if he was looking for a more secluded spot, before fucking her. God, she hoped he would. She reached for him with her hands but he wouldn't let her. He merely told her to be patient. Without Laura noticing it, Peter had taken the path back to the hotel and when he asked her, she pointed which terrace was hers and he followed her inside.
+""Good. Bend over again. Yes, like that. And grab your ankles.""
+Laura felt on fire by now and would have done anything, just as long as there was a chance of him touching her again. He did. Thank god, he did.
+""Unh!""
+The sudden invasion of his fingers made her gasp uncontrollably and he laughed softly. Then he slowly pulled his fingers out and plunged them back in. It felt so good, Laura could not suppress a deep moan as she widened her stance and lifted her bottom up some more.
+""You like that, don't you? I can see you do. You're all wet and open, inviting me in.""
+He rammed his fingers up inside her once more and Laura moaned again. A few more times and she clenched around his digits, her head thrown back and her body tense from the contractions rippling through her. Hardly able to stand she grasped the table in front of her. With her eyes closed she rested her head on the table, gulping for air.
+When Laura finally opened her eyes again she found herself alone on the terrace. No Peter, there was not even a sign he had been with her, apart from the satiated feeling that pervaded her being. With a frown between her eyebrows she checked her room, but he was gone. It almost seemed like he had gone up in smoke. Very odd. Shaking her head Laura took a shower and decided on a meal in her room. She didn't feel up to mingling with other people.
+ _Day 2_
+The beach is obviously the main attraction with its many shells and the waves that are big enough for some serious surfing. The main building houses an extensive fitness area. And if that is not enough, the dunes are providing the guests with a wealth of trails for walking and biking...
+Refreshed Laura got up the next morning and decided to go for a walk among the cottages right after breakfast. Smiling to herself she walked down the hallway, remembering the intensely erotic dreams and the incredible encounter of yesterday. She half hoped, half dreaded seeing Peter van Leer again. Damn, she would have to meet him anyway. She admonished herself. She would need to survey the books as part of her job.
+She need not have worried. The minute she entered the intimate restaurant she saw his white hair standing out among the youthful browns and blondes of the rich and beautiful. For a brief moment she felt the urge to turn around but it was too late. He turned his head as if he sensed her coming inside the room. A wave of his hand to one of the staff and before she knew it, she was seated at his table.
+A faint color crept into her face as she tried to act cool.
+""Morning, Peter. You surprise me, you know.""
+""Yes, I bet I do."" Peter grinned and busied himself with ordering breakfast. ""I like that.""
+Seeing her baffled face he added: ""Surprising beautiful women. I like to do unpredictable things. And you didn't seem to mind to much?""
+Despite herself Laura laughed. ""I don't think it's very believable to say I did. But I shouldn't indulge myself. I'm here on business.""
+She was not quite sure why she had said that. She had come with the idea of staying anonymous for at least the first two days. Tomorrow would be soon enough to tell them who she was and ask for the books. There was no need to spill the beans right now. Busy with scolding herself Laura did not noticed the flash of anger that crossed his face.
+""Business, huh? Care to tell me what kind?""
+The tone of his voice finally alerted her. As she looked up she saw an intense look on his face; the tiny flame in his eyes something other than the interest of the day before. Suddenly nervous she toyed with the stem of her glass of orange juice.
+""Never mind, I think I know. You do not exactly fit the profile of our clientele.""
+Laura felt her skin break out in goose bumps at the icy statement.
+""Peter, will you let me explain, please?""
+God, why was she pleading with him like that. It was not as if she had done anything wrong, was it? Laura was fast developing a nervous flutter in her stomach. Hell, what was going on here? She never lost her cool like that, never.
+""Very well. After breakfast.""
+His voice sounded somehow dismissive and Laura concentrated on her toast and coffee. Barely looking at Peter, she tried to re-gain her composure. She was here on business, dammit. And if push came to shove he should be humoring her, not the other way around! Jeez, she was really letting this guy under her skin. That was a wrong turn of thought however, because she had to giggle in silence when she reminded herself that so far it had been more a question of her trying to get under him.
+She wiped her mouth after the last piece of toast and looked up to find Peter studying her intently. The icy stare was gone but he was far from pleased. She could tell by the frown and the odd gleam that still lingered in his eyes.
+""Is there anyplace we can talk? In private? I think it's best to tell you what my business is.""  
+Peter nodded. ""Come along. I like a walk after breakfast and we won't be disturbed at this hour. Not if we take the route to the wind pipes.""
+Without waiting for her consent, he got up and grabbed her wrist, pulling her along after him. He nodded at the other guests, smiled at the staff and had her on a trail in no time. Laura had to admire his efficiency, even if she resented being ushered out like a small child.
+""I can walk on my own, you know.""
+She knew she shouldn't have said it the moment Peter turned around, his face showing all of his anger again.
+""I'm sure you can. Just like spying, and lying. I know what you came here for. I was told to expect someone from headquarters. I merely assumed they would send a guy. Not a nicely rounded piece like you. Well, don't worry. You'll get the VIP treatment.""
+Peter turned again and followed the trail that went up and down the dunes. The early morning air was filled with a light haze, predicting a warm day later on. For now, the horizon was misted over and the tall grasses carried sparkling drops of dew. After a while, they reached part of the old forest, the firs gnarled and bent to the northeast from the perpetual wind from the sea. The air was cooler here and Laura felt her nipples tighten as the tiny hairs on her body stood up.
+Still leading her by the wrist, Peter started telling her where to look as if he was conducting a pleasantly guided walk. He kept it up despite Laura's lack of response and he even managed to make her feel a bit rude for not answering. But she reminded herself he was still hauling her along. She was not having a pleasant walk.
+Finally Peter stopped. They had reached the other side of the patch of forest and in front of them was a high dune, the top of which was crested with odd looking poles. Peter pointed to the steps that lead to the top.
+""Go on, I want to show you the wind pipes.""
+He pushed Laura in front of him and let go of her wrist for the first time since they had left the main building. As she climbed the steps in front of him, Laura realized she hadn't seen any cottages on their way. That must be why he had been so confident they would not be disturbed.
+Halfway up she realized something else. Letting her climb up in front of him, gave Peter the perfect opportunity to have another look at her. Laura imagined his eyes roaming her backside and she had to admit it was an exciting idea. She automatically straightened her spine and her hips developed a slightly broader sway as she moved her legs one after the other, giving him glimpses of the soft pink folds between.
+At the top she turned to watch him take the last steps. His eyes met hers and she blushed. He had the same intense look on his face as the day before and she knew he knew she had enjoyed him watching her.
+""See these pipes? Take a closer look at them. Go on.""
+Peter pointed ahead and Laura took a few steps. The top of the dune carried a row of tall slender pipes. They looked to be made of metal but all of them had holes and all were different in size. She smiled.
+""They almost look like organ pipes.""
+""They are. The holes are made so they give off a certain tone when the wind is right. There's not enough wind right now, but in a few hours there should be. You can here the wind organ play properly then. For now, we can have our quiet conversation.""
+Laura cleared her throat.
+""Yes, well. You were right. I am here to report on this resort to Bare Bottoms headquarters. I wanted to experience your place as a guest first. That's why I didn't say anything. I was planning on telling you tomorrow. I do need to see the books too."" She shrugged. ""I hadn't planned on getting involved with you.""
+Peter looked at her with a closed expression on his face and Laura felt compelled to go on.
+""I know I should have stopped you, or said something. I'm sorry. But...""
+Laura felt the blood rush to her face. She was not going to say he had made her so damned horny she had forgotten the whole world except him. She was definitely not going to admit that. She clamped her mouth shut and lifted her chin.
+""You think you could? Have stopped me, I mean?"" Peter's voice was faintly mocking but he smiled at her in amusement. ""But yes, you should have said something. So ... I think I'm entitled to a bit of compensation, don't you?""
+Laura knew he was setting her up but she was at a loss how. She need not have worried as she found out soon enough. With a few swift movements Peter had her arms behind her back. One hand held hers but the other was free to explore her body. Laura bit her lip but she knew she was fighting a lost battle. He had been good the other day and he was now too. It took him only minutes to arouse her, fondling her breasts, sucking her nipples and caressing the softness between her legs.
+""Spread your legs. Do it, wider.""
+Laura did as she was told. She was already aching for his touch, hoping he would fuck her properly this time instead of merely bringing her off with his fingers. She tried to tell him she wanted to touch him too, but he shut her up. Said she had been silent yesterday, so she could be silent now as well.
+She tried telling herself it was ridiculous to be so slavish, but she was unable to stop from doing as she was told. The rewards the other day had been too good to dismiss them today. With a sigh she complied, willing him to touch her, fill her with his hard cock.
+His fingers spread her open and she felt the head of his staff nudge her. There was no need to say anything else. She moved her body, eager to take him inside and she made a small sound when he filled her to capacity, stretching her around him.
+Soon they were moving in unison, his cock pumping faster and faster. Laura felt the tension building in her belly, all feeling was concentrating between her legs and before long she moaned uncontrollably. Her hips jerked and she heard herself cry out when her body clenched in a series of contractions. Her orgasm took a firm grip on Peter's cock and she felt him come too.
+She rested her head against his chest, no longer caring if he had been bossing her around. Perhaps he had wanted to punish her, but the result was fine by her. Laura smiled and kissed the skin beneath her lips, rubbing her cheek against the white curls that covered the tanned skin.
+Peter let go of her hands and lifted her face to kiss her on the mouth. Smiling down at her without the anger she had seen earlier.
+""That is a nice way to start paying back."" He grinned as she widened her eyes. ""You'll find out soon enough.""
+He refused to say more and Laura gave up after half an hour. It was obvious Peter was not going to tell her what else he had in mind. With a lift of her shoulders she decided to enjoy his company as much as she could. She would have to leave again in another day, so she merely asked him to show her the books next morning. After that, she just let him take over for the rest of the day too.
+ _Day 3_
+The financial state of affairs is very sound. The bookkeeping is in competent hands and the use of modern equipment ensures an efficient administration.
+Laura grinned as she signed off. The report was on its way to headquarters. The glowing review would make sure Peter could continue leading his beloved resort in the midst of the beautiful national park. Still smiling she turned around to look at the men at her back.
+Peter eyed her with amusement. He had told her how much he appreciated her last sentence. Her evaluation was spot on as far as he was concerned and he offered her a last sample before she had to check out on her way to the next resort.
+Laura didn't mind. The man who kept the books for Peter had turned out to be a hunk of a guy who had been terribly good with handling a vibrator. Modern equipment indeed. And his administration had been efficient. Laura had lost count after three orgasms in the first half-hour.
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+19,Bare Bottom Resorts Ch. 07,Satin and Lace,Chain Stories,2005-06-17,2005-06-17,2022-01-08 03:46:36,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/bare-bottom-resorts-ch-07,A Bare Bottom dance contest.,[''],4.15,"**Chapter 7: Dancing at Bare Bottom Resorts**
+Leaning my head back onto the pillow I tried to relax. Something was going wrong with Canyon Curves Nudist Colony. It was losing money, since sex sells that wasn't an option. My job was to go, evaluate, get to the bottom of it. I laughed at the pun. Bare Bottoms Resorts had been good to me, I valued the position I was in. Closing my eyes I rested in the company jet.
+Landing right at mid morning I didn't have hassles to go through. The car was waiting the gates glided open as we approached. The scenery was breath taking as we rounded the last curve. Seeing the beaches stretching out for miles with nothing but nude bodies made me smile. The human body was a marvelous creature so complex. So simplistic when sex was in the air. Sex was in the air here, I smiled at myself.
+I knew it was time to slip into my bow tie it was so liberating here. Removing my clothing I got down to my lingerie. Pinning my hair back tying the bow tie I was ready to walk amongst the guests. It felt totally natural to be naked with others. Making eye contact was important. All though there were second looks, third ones too. I enjoyed the nudity so openly done. Nodding and smiling, speaking to regulars I seen we were almost to capacity.
+One group of people were exceptionally well fit. The men were quite hung I noted the women were very beautiful too. They were just so jubilant, laughing, watching them I saw that. Every once in a while two or three would walk towards a cabana be gone for a little while coming back smiling. They stood out from the others. Long lean bodies, well defined muscles I had to turn away. I was afraid I might drool. That was frowned upon by the company.
+""Hi! How is your stay here, at Canyon Curves? May I offer you anything?"" I said very enthusiastically.
+""We are having a wonderful time. It's our first time at this one. Nothing comes to mind what's the evenings entertainment?"" The man hung like a base ball bat said smiling.
+Evenings entertainment now that was an idea. We offered sex, sex, and more sex but nothing structured. Dining, long leisure walks, beach combing.
+""What would you suggest?"" I asked eyeing his long hard cock. ' You all friends?""
+""We are ball room dancers we compete."" The large breasted girl eagerly spoke up with a delicious smile.
+I could see that in them. Very well trained athletes, bodies fine tuned. I was hungry for that base ball bat between that dark haired legs. I was glad I was wearing sunglasses. My mind tripped out for a second, seeing myself slipping down upon him riding him to a home run. Taking all the bases slow.
+""So you would compete for our other guests?"" I asked rolling that idea around in my minds eye.
+Watching these people do the Tango, Waltz, La Bada, while nude would blow this place wide open. We had the space, could advertise it. I found myself excited about the whole proposal.
+""Would you please honor me with having dinner tonight with me?"" I asked the group but was looking at Mr. Base ball bat. 'As my special guests, we will announce it tonight."" I added.
+They all agreed I found out base ball bat's name was Mitch. I was surprised at myself it wasn't like me. We were to not fraternize with our guests. We did. We all did. It was impossible to not if you were a healthy person. I received a bouquet of wild flowers from none other than Mitch. I smiled at the card simply written 'Win or lose I'll see you after the competition, Mitch.'
+Conversation, wine, great food flowed until late I found myself getting tired. The dancing contest was announced, couples introduced our guests were enthusiastic. We had many that were planning on leaving Friday make longer reservations. I watched the couples practice it was so erotic. Mitch was a marvel on the dance floor his partner was so light on her feet. They were all so wonderful. When they came to the Tango the intensity made me inhale so deeply. Exhaling hurt my lungs.
+Mitch was pushing her down on the floor by her shoulders, his cock graced her face. I lost my composure and moaned loud enough the music disappeared from sound. I hurried from the curtain area and tried to regain myself. I felt him come up behind me.
+""Macy I can't wait for after this dance contest."" He whispered kissing my neck.'We will dance on the beach.""
+~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
+Music was playing the seats were filling. It was a night of great anticipation for all. The home office was waiting for a call to let them know the success. The bottom line the money intake, the black line. Our guests were so geared up for it I knew it was a winning idea. As the time approached the crowds seemed to swell to over capacity. Lights dimmed music came up, the announcer stepped into the circle of light.
+""Ladies and Gentlemen guests of Canyon Curves we are proud to showcase our first dance contest for your entertainment. Tonight we have six beautiful couples that will compete in three area's of dance ..."" His voice seemed to draw you into his excitement he was perfect. Perfect choice for this event.
+As the light dimmed the room was dark the music struck up the first dance number. Lights came on to the almost heaven like room. The music moved the couples gliding across the dance floor. The light director was keeping up with the motion. Gasps, moans, applause moved the dancers on. Every movement was action, reaction, their beautiful bodies were on display. It was erotic you just couldn't stop watching.
+Finally the Tango the dance for lovers, it was down to Mitch and his partner, another couple. I knew the dance the pushing of his partner down as to rid of her. I knew his cock would grace her face, I felt a pang of jealousy. The room went quiet the music took over the whole place. Everybody was dancing in their heads with them. As the last string of music echoed the people came stomping to their feet.
+Thunderous applause, shouts of sheer excitement it was an absolute breath taking performance. The crowd was shouting for the winners.
+""Number 4! Number 4! Number 4!"" was repeated over and over. The winners were presented with a lifetime membership at our resorts and five thousand dollars.
+~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
+Down on the beach I saw him walking towards me I broke into a smile. We met in a rush of passion we had built up. His touch was electrifying his body was hard. I was feeling his erection wanting it to sear into my flesh. He must have known he turned me around. I was being pushed into the sand with urgency. His cock was swaying with his body weight moving me onto my knees. The need to be wet was already done by the thoughts of his cock fucking me.
+He placed the head just on the outside, pushing his hips into me I felt him enter me. I gushed back onto him his hips gathering speed. Taking his fingers he found my clit engorged with blood. I was bucking with his steady rhythms. His cock seemed to keep finding more space to reach. Each long thrust was driving me insane with pleasure. The scent of raw sex was wafting up causing us to lose more control. His cock was finding my every nerve stroking me into orgasms.
+His hands played me well. I found him an adoring lover we finally were fed just before dawn. Walking back to the Resort I knew Bare Bottoms Resorts had found a winning new way to make money. I knew when Mitch won, he would be traveling for the company too. Now that was something I had to admit was one fringe benefit, I was looking forward too. Placing a whole new spin on working for Canyon Curves."
+20,Bare Bottom Resorts Ch. 13,bourbonslut,Chain Stories,2006-02-12,2006-02-12,2022-01-08 03:46:40,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/bare-bottom-resorts-ch-13,Wild Times in West Hampton...where the wealthy come to play.,"['Group', 'Lesbian', 'Luxury', 'Nudity', 'Oral', 'Public', 'Shower', 'Water']",4.5,"Ever since finishing grad school, I'd been thoroughly enjoying my assignment ""covering"" (so to speak) the all-nude Bare Bottom Resorts chain; hopping between beautiful tropical island resorts and incredible cities, mingling with the staff and vacationers, and, well, immersing myself in the Bare Bottom 'scene,"" it hardly seemed like a job at all!
+Now that winter was over, and summer was upon us, I was able to move up north and hit Bare Bottom's newest resort, Bare Bottom's Wild West Hampton. Now, I thought to myself, the Hamptons are the most exclusive beachfront in Long Island; possibly, the entire country. How would the free-for-all atmosphere of Bare Bottoms work in this posh enclave?
+Day 1
+I arrived with my small carry-all (basically holding my laptop, sunscreen and toothbrush) at the West Hampton train station on the Long Island Rail Road early in the day, avoiding the late-Friday throngs of weekenders. A gorgeous young man, tall, with wavy dark hair and blue eyes, in a black t-shirt and jeans, holding a sign with my name, was the sole occupant of the gravel- covered parking area. I strode over and he smiled, taking my bag and opening the front door of the black Town Car. As I entered, he eyed me approvingly; I had come dressed in a tight-fitting white sundress and strappy sandals. Knowing these were the last clothes I would wear all weekend, I wanted to make an impression.
+""My name's Troy, and I'll be showing you around. We're the most exclusive of all the Bare Bottom resorts. We only have twelve guests a weekend, so we staff can devote a great deal of attention to each guest."" As he strode towards the car, I couldn't help but notice how well his jeans and t-shirt fit him, as if they were custom-made for his broad shoulders and perfectly shaped ass.
+I climbed in the front seat, laughing, ""Shouldn't I be sitting in the back?""
+""Only if you want me to join you there,"" he said, chuckling, sliding into the front seat and running his hand through my hair, freeing it from its oh- so-'professional' bun. I felt his large hand slide down my back and his lips press against mine, as I relaxed and slid my tongue into his hot mouth I felt his slight dark stubble tickling my cheek and lip. ""You'll discover that West Hampton is the most luxurious of all of the Bare Bottom resorts...our only goal is to give you the ultimate in pleasure and relaxation, starting from the moment you arrive,"" he murmured in my ear.
+I was still quivering from his touch as he efficiently picked up his cell phone, ""Yes...Pickup complete...checking in from car."" I shakily handed him my credit card. After leaving the town of West Hampton, with its pricey shops and restaurants, the area grew more secluded, with beautiful homes further and further off the road.
+""Now, we can go straight to your room,"" as he handed me back my card, tracing it down the front of my dress, my nipples aching to be freed. As if reading my mind, he pulled the strings of my corset-front dress, freeing them, and gently massaging them with one hand and navigating the curving back roads of the Long Island waterfront with the other.
+""Our resort is on an isolated bay, off the more populated beach front."" We pulled up to a glorious, modern mansion, with multiple decks and weathered- wood paneling lit gracefully on all floors. The gently lapping ocean was only steps away. I could see many bubbling hot-tubs and hear the laughter of men and women clearly enjoying themselves.
+Troy said, ""We've already checked you in. Let's go straight to your room...and you won't be needing this,"" pushing my dress over my hips and untying my tiny thong. I stuffed them into my bag and left the town car naked and very aroused, fearing I'd already left the seat wet.
+As if we were a honeymooning couple, Troy swooped me up and carried me to my first-floor quarters, a wood-paneled room with a deck, a hot-tub with a champagne bar, a spring-like shower and a glorious queen-size bed. Out of the wall popped a massage table upon which Troy laid me face-down, rubbing his large and capable hands with a sweet-smelling oil. He kneaded my nude body firmly yet gently, concentrating first on my back muscles, brushing his fingers along the sides of my tits, then kneading my ass, parting my asscheeks, teasing my asshole by grazing his fingers over it. I couldn't help but shudder as he stroked and teased me, and he could certainly tell by my moaning that he was having quite an effect.
+""Well...you certainly don't need any oil down here,"" Troy murmured as he turned me over, running his slick finger along my now-soaking bare pussy and taking my rock-hard nipple between his lips, gently nibbling and sucking one, then the other as he worked his fingers around my clit.
+I groaned and squirmed my oiled and relaxed body on the table, spreading my legs wider. Troy kissed his way down my flat stomach and as he moved his hands up to caress my breasts, I felt his tongue lapping the wetness from my aching slit, my clit throbbing as he tongue-fucked me faster and harder. My ass bounced up and down on the massage-table, sliding my cunt forward into Troy's face as I moaned louder; he plunged two fingers inside me while his tongue flicked my pulsing clit and I couldn't hold back anymore.
+""Oh fuck, Troy, I'm coming!"" as my hips shook and my juices streamed down Troy's beautiful tanned face. I reached down and grabbed him, licking and kissing my pussy juices off him, as he smiled. ""I take it, you like the personal attention here so far."" I laughed, nibbled on his earlobe and whispered, ""Wait until you see how well I tip, babe,"" as he lifted me from the table and laid me on my soft bed, drifting into the best sleep I'd ever had.
+Day 2
+I decided to meet the other guests, and went to the buffet brunch (who could be expected to get up early?), an amazing spread of exotic fresh fruit, expensive smoked fish and caviar, mimosas and Bloody Marys. I joined a couple in their thirties, Steven and Margaret, who spent several weekends here a summer. He was six feet tall, blonde and lean; she was nearly as tall, with a gorgeous curvy body and long sun-streaked hair. They were venture-capitalists and quite successful, giving them the freedom to travel.
+""We enjoy this resort for the freedom, and for the atmosphere. It's just gorgeous, like a spa..."" said Margaret, eyeing my body up and down, making me blush a bit, ""but with much more opportunity for relaxation.""
+""Yes,"" I said, laughing, ""I arrived last night and was quite 'relaxed.'""
+""Oh, yes, we saw Troy leaving your room. We're right next door,"" Steven said, with a smile. ""Why don't you both come over tonight? I'm sure he'd be happy to. Our staff member, Tamara, will be there too.""
+""Of course. I was planning on going to the beach now,"" looking pointedly at Margaret, smiling broadly, ""if you'd care to join me."" Steven excused himself, but Margaret grabbed my hand and some towels from the deck.
+""I know where all the good spots are,"" said Margaret, as we wandered about a quarter mile, passing the occasional nude couple or threesome, either dozing or deeply involved. ""With this much private beach, and so few people it's a real pleasure.""
+""No wonder it's one of the most expensive BB resorts,"" I mused. We came to an inlet near some rocks, where the water lapped at our ankles. Margaret was a head taller than me, with double-D breasts and a firm round ass, and it was with great anticipation that she handed me the sunscreen.
+""I think this will be easier,"" she murmured, as she squirted some down her front and mine, and sensuously pressed her body against me, ""and if not, then certainly more delightful."" We ground our slickening bodies against each other as if dancing.
+I turned her around to face me, kissing her deeply, our tongues twirling inside each others' mouths. ""I'd better do your back,"" pouring more lotion between us and stepping behind her as I pressed my firm C-cup breasts into her long tall back and my swollen pussy into her soft round ass. I slid up and down her long lean frame as if it were a strippers' pole, spreading the sweet- smelling lotion all over her body as her breath quickened.
+Margaret started giggling and said, ""What about our legs?"" She grabbed the bottle and squirted gobs of the gooey cream on me. I grabbed her slick ass and pulled her down into the sand. We started wrestling and tickling each other, giggling and covered in suntan lotion and sand, the chilly salt water splashing us and making us scream.
+Soon, we rolled over into the surf, clutching each other, and began to kiss, softly at first, then intensely, her hands tangled in my long dark hair, my lips seeking her large nipples and sucking on them urgently as she moaned, kicking and splashing as the shallow water pooled and receded around us. We pulled up onto the shore and my mouth found its way between her strong muscular thighs, parting her legs and tonguing her large throbbing clit. She worked her way underneath my dripping pussy, wet from salt water and arousal, and she worked two fingers inside me, pumping me wildly as I tongue-fucked her, greedily licking her sweet juices until we both came hard and collapsed as the waves washed over us.
+After resting my spent body on the beach and tanning a bit, sipping some well- deserved and excellent rocks margaritas made with the finest tequila, I needed to actually get some work done. I took off, leaving a glowing Margaret on the shore, and spent some ""working"" time touring the grounds. My cover was that my wealthy husband was divorcing me, and I was ""treating"" myself as part of the settlement, and perhaps thought about being an investor. I also toured the incredible mansion that housed only twelve guests at a time – venture capitalists, movie stars, powerful executives, with one suite more lush and well-appointed than the next.
+The club's manager, Danforth Simmons, explained that exclusivity meant that not only did this mean that staff attention was assured, but discretion was paramount – I continued to be impressed. Guests could indulge in the latest beauty treatments (including private 'massages' as the one I had upon arrival), enjoy the finest foods and wines, and have any and all needs attended to, no matter how great or small.
+""One film executive set up an 'office' here and the staff had concealed his whereabouts during a two-week stay, during which three staff members attended to his personal needs with neither his office nor the press being any the wiser! Such quality comes at a price,"" Mr. Simmons noted, ""so while this is the most expensive BB resort, it is well worth it for the special needs of our guests."" I had to agree with him, running my hand over the polished mahogany desk in his quarters and sipping twenty-year old port he poured from a crystal decanter resting on a matching sideboard.
+That night, I asked Troy to meet me in Steven and Margaret's suite. As regulars, theirs was even more posh than mine. Margaret emerged, dripping wet and aglow, from a gleaming marble shower large enough to hold four, with a seat and jets emerging from the ceiling and walls. Steve took my hand and asked me if I'd join him, ""I've not showered yet,"" winking at me, ""and you look a bit warm.""
+Margaret smiled, and stretched her legs on a plush ottoman as a lean young woman emerged from an inside room. ""Tamara will take care of me, you two go on ahead."" Tamara was about twenty, about five two, dark-skinned and exotic- looking, with waist-length hair and full pouty red lips. She was naked, small- breasted but with a full round ass. Tamara kneeled between Margaret's legs and as we entered the shower, I could hear groans of sweet ecstasy emanating from the bedroom suite.
+Steven and I wasted no time pouring the jasmine-scented shower gel over each others' bodies. His impressive, seven-inch uncut cock swelled immediately as I slowly lathered it with my washcloth, stroking and rinsing as I softly rubbed his chest with my slippery tits. He moaned as he grabbed my asscheeks, pulling me close and parting them gently, his soapy hands grasping and massaging my taut ass and quivering thighs.
+He gently pushed me down to the marble seat, and his cock twitched towards my mouth; I took it greedily, licking and sucking it all the way down as he pushed my damp head towards his crotch with increasing force. I slid my hands along his soapy ass, probing gently inside his tight asshole as he moaned louder, ""Yes, please, more..."" I slid another finger in as I sucked and licked his wonderful cock, rhythmically fucking him inside and out. ""I can't take it...""
+He quickly lifted me up, driving his throbbing member inside me as I straddled his slippery muscular waist, pounding me as the water shot over us like a gentle rainfall. I clung to his shoulders and fucked him back, pulling in tighter as he rammed me against the smooth marble walls, shooting come inside me as I came all over his throbbing dick, clenching and releasing and milking his cock, the warm water rinsing us and relaxing us as we kissed and relaxed, emerging from the shower and drying off with thick Egyptian cotton towels.
+Leaving the shower, we saw quite a sight. Tamara and Margaret were stretched upon one of the the master suite's king-sized beds, with Margaret buried between Tamara's lithe thighs and Troy's long hard cock was positioned at Margaret's ass.
+""Hey Troy,"" I laughed. ""Glad you could join us."" ""Me too, Sarah. It's truly my pleasure."" I watched in awe as Troy worked his well-lubricated cock into Margaret's tight ass, as she winced, then relaxed and cried out ""Yessssss, Troy!"" before returning to lapping Tamara's tight little slit.
+Thus began a long night of carnal bliss in Margaret and Steven's suite.
+Day 3
+At sunrise, I found myself twisted up in the three-hundred count white cotton sheets between Troy and Tamara, both still asleep. Sliding underneath, I was pleased to find that Troy had a brilliant morning erection. My tongue wasted no time in toying with his heavy balls. Although he had come many times last night, Troy was young and strong and clearly, quite horny.
+I gently licked the underside of his twitching cock and the now-dampening end of his head, delicately suckling the pre-cum from the slit from which it emerged. I took the end into my mouth and quietly worked it down my throat, and heard a faint ""mmmmmmm"" as he began to wake up. I took his eight-inch long cock deeper and deeper, backing up slowly, then impaling it down my throat without even a whimper, causing him to groan louder.
+He peeked under the sheets and saw my bobbing head, and he smiled, running his fingers through my tangled hair. I worked faster and faster, never using my hands, just my swollen lips and soft tongue, bringing him to the brink, pulling off, and deep-throating him...taking him on a wild ride until I felt him swell up in my mouth and nearly fill my throat.
+I pushed back the covers and jerked his throbbing cock towards my mouth so he could see his come fill my throat and cover my waiting, parted lips as it shot, wad after wad, all over my mouth and face. I swallowed most of it, licking it off, sucking it from my fingers, feeling like a sneaky, naughty girl, giggling under the covers.
+As I slid up to kiss him, both of us breathless, I told him, ""See...I promised you a good tip."" He whacked me with a pillow, smiling. Tamara woke up, sleepy- eyed and beautiful. Her tongue immediately found my erect nipples, causing me to moan softly, and we continued to play until check out time.
+REPORT: Bare Bottom West Hampton is the finest in exclusive nude resorts. The facilities are unparalleled in luxury, and the service and attention to detail are spectacular. I would say the experience is well worth the expense."
+21,Bare Bottom Resorts Ch. 15,Middleagepoet,Chain Stories,2009-11-22,2009-11-22,2022-01-08 03:46:41,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/bare-bottom-resorts-ch-15,An odd experience at Bare Bottoms Resorts: Bulging Mounds,[''],4.03,"All right, it was a job and as long as I got a paycheck I was happy. It said something about auditing some resorts somewhere, and I really never noticed the significance of the ""Bare Bottom"" on the job application so I didn't get too worked up. Yeah, okay, I was pretty hung over when I filled out the application or I'd have been a bit more interested.
+It was hard getting the letters in those tiny boxes, but damn I needed a job, any job, so I grabbed the pencil, pen, whatever and filled them in. I need the job so I could pay the alimony to the ex-wife who divorced me because I didn't have a job, how's that for a logical justice system. Anyway, I managed to get the job... big whup.
+Later, when I did sober up, I looked at the brochure and well, damn. I spent the next hour in the bathroom stroking my cock while looking at the resort pictures. Damn, now I wish I didn't sleep through the video they played at my job interview. Anyway, after shooting my load for the fourth time, I got packed and headed off to: Bare Bottom Resorts: Bulging Mounds.
+Well, sounded like there'd be a lot of hills, so I grabbed my hiking boots, and well, I wouldn't need a lot of clothes. On my way to the airport, I stopped by the bookstore and picked up some material so I could hone up on my audit skills. I grabbed ""The Idiot's Guide to Audits"" and a ""Tits & Slits"" magazine, stuffed them in my carry on and I was off.
+Strange thing, as the plane was coming in on final approach we flew over the resort and I saw no bulging mounds, no hills, no valleys, just flat, flat terrain. It wasn't until after we landed, I got my bag and I saw the shuttle to the resort that I finally understood the Bulging Mounds. Turns out this was one of Bare Bottom Resorts special theme parks, the weight loss clinic.
+Now I have always appreciated a curvy woman, cushiony breasts, a bit of bounce in her step. Being a big guy myself, I'm hip to the concept of big beautiful woman, yeah. But damn, the ladies and guys I saw climbing onto the shuttle gave an entirely new meaning to big... Big? No that's BIG.
+I do have to admit, the bus was comfortable to ride in, I mean those seats were nice and wide and I didn't have to pull in my shoulders to fit though the door. Fuck, do you think I got hired for this gig because of my size? Even worse does all this mean there is no buffet dinner?
+Well, by the time I got checked in I was fucking pissed and I knew I was going to do one motherfucker of an audit on this place. In spite of my bitter disappointment I was able to avoid tipping my hand. Much to my chagrin, I seemed to fit in with this 2,3,4 & 5X crowd.
+The first morning there I mistook breakfast for a condiment, so I was the last to arrive at our morning sightseeing hike. I teamed up with Annette who was as clueless with a compass as I was. We headed out into a pasture and nearly three minutes later we had to take a break. There was what looked like a swimming pool, so we headed over.
+The pool was empty, but there were some towels, so we spread them out and sat down on the concrete catching our breath. It was quiet and relaxing so I grabbed another towel, folded it into a pillow and leaned back, resting my head on it. After a few minutes I noticed Annette standing over me holding a snorkel.
+It took a few moments for me to understand what was happening. First I was looking up at her, pretty face with a chin that blended nicely into her neck, wondrously large breasts with huge nipples, a stomach, well let's just say the skin looked smooth and soft, but then she handed me the snorkel.
+""But there's no water in the pool,"" were the last words I spoke before the single most outrageous and incredible sexual experience I ever experienced.
+Her shadow fell over me as she straddled my face and lowered herself upon me. Immediately I pushed my tongue into her pussy, tasting her as the juices began to flow down my face. I slowly worked my way up to her clit, running my tongue around it and then letting it slip between my lips where I lightly pinched it and sucked on it.
+Still holding onto the snorkel I was a bit confused until she began moving herself back and forth, grinding herself onto my face. I continued working my tongue on her clit, occasionally slipping down to her pussy, but now as she pushed against me, her large labia and her thighs pressed so close to me that I was soon gasping for breath. She was just coming for the first time when I figured it out.
+We continued on as she enjoyed two more orgasms. By then I worked out a system: I used my tongue on her clit and pussy, then would turn my head and use the snorkel to breathe. It was an incredible thing to feel her body respond as she climaxed, all that mass of flesh in earth-shattering convulsion and all.
+After she the third time she came, I continued breathing through the snorkel as she caught her breath and regained her composure. She then climbed off of me and turned her attention to my cock. Sucking the entire under average length into her mouth, she began bobbing her head up and down on me while massaging my balls with her hand.
+The suction on my cock was so intense I could feel my ass lifting up off the towel beneath me and the sensation was so pleasurable that I was ready to come almost immediately. I tried to hold off, to make it last longer, but it all felt so wonderful that in just seconds I simply let go and came, spurting my cum into her mouth. I looked down at her as she let my cock fall from her mouth, smiled and then swallowed.
+""There you go, that's just some more calories you will need to burn off,"" came a loud voice. I quickly sat up and spotted our weight coach standing in the field, arms crossed, long cock dangling nearly to his knees.
+""Oh hi coach,"" I called out, ""we got lost.""
+""Well at least you did some physical activity while waiting to be found. Now get up and let's head back to the gym. The rest of our guests are waiting for us.""
+We walked into the gym, where we were surrounded by mound after mound of bulging flesh as the guests lined up for the weigh in. As it turned out, it was a ritual we repeated daily for the three weeks we were there. Yes, I said three weeks. I contacted the Bare Bottom Resort administrators and told them if they wanted an audit, they'd have to wait for me to complete the stay.
+Yeah, I was ready to rip the resort a new one when I arrived that first day, but finally, when I had finished the stay I told the people there who I was and what I was doing. Oddly they welcomed my audit and, except for a few miscellaneous bribes involving food, found the books in order. They didn't even overestimate their numbers when reporting on the weight lost during their sessions.
+Before I left I was called into a room where I was presented with very revealing photos of how I looked at the start of my stay. They didn't try to get me to change the audit, rather they threatened that if I started to gain any weight back they'd release the photos. They also handed me another packet of photos with instructions not to look at them until I got back home.
+Anyway, I was very curious about the photos, so curious I couldn't wait. At the airport I snuck into the restroom and opened them. Wow, it was the after photos of Annette, which were so hot I had to jack off right there in the restroom. Yeah, I'd remember her, why after the first week or so we got rid of the snorkel and by the end of the session we'd figured out fifty seven more positions our new, lighter bodies could handle.
+Wait a minute, what if she kneeled over like this and I... damn, I've got to find her, I figured out the elusive position 58. I'll have to file this report tomorrow."
+22,Bare Bottom Resorts,My Erotic Tale,Chain Stories,2005-04-16,2005-06-17,2022-01-08 03:46:27,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/bare-bottom-resorts-ch-01,1. The job: fun in the sun at a nudist colony. 2. The Presidential Jewels at the Nude Day Festival.,"['Bare', 'Bottom', 'Canyon', 'Chain Story', 'Curves', 'Jobs', 'Nude', 'Nudist Colony', 'Resort', 'Wild Ride']",3.53,"**Chapter 01: Canyon Curves**
+""I got a job, I got a Job,"" was all I was thinking. That and rather I could do the job. Sitting in a bungalow at Canyon Curves Nudist colony. A subsidiary of Bare Bottom Resorts, my new employers.
+My new job was to come here and observe, audit and give an evaluation of the Colony in a final 'Report.'
+I had never been to a nudist colony so I wasn't sure if I could ...? I'm not shy, my manhood's above average. My concern was rather I could keep 'Wad- zilla' from blowing his wad.
+But I didn't have much choice, I needed a job and they were hiring any one willing to travel, all expenses paid. To live like a king or queen for three days in a Bare Bottom Resort, around the world, and give reports.
+Well, I was smiling.
+(Day One) I arrived at Canyon Curves Resort (Nudists Only) at 1 PM and checked in immediately with no problems the staff seemed friendly. I liked the bow tie uniform that all the employees wore. Of course that's all they wore.
+I arrived in my room shortly after checking in and took a nap, the peaceful canyon atmosphere is marvelous. I didn't instruct the management that I was there to audit. Not just yet, I wanted to see how things operated before I tipped my hand to who I was.
+My first outing was to the diner the resort offers. My first observation is that there was not a lot of people around, perhaps seasonal or maybe reservations were down a notch. I can only advise to advertise and drum up more business.
+The food was pleasant the grounds are kept nice. I spent the rest of the afternoon reading a large newspaper by the pool, which seem to be the main lounging arena for most of the nudists.
+~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
+(I have never seen so many naked people in my whole life. Shaved, not shaved, dicks that hung to knees or seem to and cocks to small to see, as if they were cut off or something. But tits and ass as far as the eye could see which wasn't very far. Then I saw her.)
+A vision of beauty with or with out clothes. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She looked at me, up and down. I did the same. She smiled, as did I. Her perfect breasts were screaming my name for attention, or that's what I thought I heard.
+She found a lounge chair just down from mine still giving me soft, sharp glances. Or maybe it was 'wad-zilla' who knows, but I thought I felt the magnetism between us so I ushered the pools wait-staff and asked to buy what ever the ladies drinking.
+Call it timing or what but about the time her drink arrived, so did her husband. She waved, he smiled and nod. I just felt plain naked and odd.
+(Day Two) I found that the Resorts main attraction was the Canyon. A shear cliff to the sky on both sides of a lazy rolling river. My hats off to who ever developed this location, the seclusion it offers was perfect for first time Nudists to feel comfortable. The river rides and curves and bends in the river were where small groups of nudist were spending the day outing.
+A free floating bar made small trips up and down the river selling cocktails, beer and even snacks to those hanging on the rivers playful shores. Canyon Curves Resort customers only had to sign their name. I was in fear of getting writers cramp. Of course there weren't any pockets for money so that was a good idea.
+Several sandy beach locations were obviously favorites for the clients as well as the locals. Bare Bottoms were every where. Sun tan beauties bouncing aimlessly on soft sandy patches. Rumps that make your mouth water and your hunger thirst.
+The boats and rides worked very efficient, the staff seemed very professional. I was catered to very well indeed. My compliments to the Management.
+I found a peaceful location to sun bath along the river. A smaller version of the grand canyon. Where most of the single women seem to mingle. Laying in the warm noon sun, my eyes closed and drifting on a cloud of thought, when ...
+""Hello,""
+I opened my eyes and there stood my vision of beauty from the pool the day before.
+""Well, hello!"" I replied. I am sure the signs of how pleased I was to see her showed on my smile as well as the immediate swelling in my groin area.
+""Nice muscle,"" she said giggling.
+""Oh Thanks,"" I raised my arms up and flexed for her. ""They are rock hard from my home fitness center,"" I gleamed.
+""I meant your other muscle,"" she snickered and darted an obvious glance at 'Wad-zilla.' I hadn't blushed like that in a very long time. ""Can I buy you a drink?"" she asked.
+""Sure,"" what else was I going to say. Her eyes looked right through me as though I was standing before her naked. Well, okay sitting but 'Wad-zilla' was rising to the occasion.
+After about a half dozen frozen fruit drinks that kicked my ass, I was walking sideways but 'Wad' was keeping it straight. I was just thankfull that one of my heads was still thinking.
+I learned that this little vixen was a swinger. Her and her husband traveled extensively from these Bare Bottom Resorts year round. Their business was self-sustaining and they frolicked in many corners of the globe.
+Well I don't remember getting there but back in my bungalow she rode me, well okay 'Wad-zilla' like a cowboy rides a fast paced pony. I gripped her breasts and hung on for dear life. As if I had a hold of the handle bars on a motorcycle.
+She kept commenting how she wished her husband was here so he could fuck her in the rear but I was glad he wasn't.
+She pulled my hair, I pulled hers. I slapped her ass and she left teeth marks that smiled in the shape of a bite, on mine. I promise you, this woman wasn't tame.
+When I cum, she then understood why I gave 'wad-zilla' his name. She nearly drowned from the river of love juice that he spew. Intrigued, she was hell bent and bound to get another load out of him.
+I pumped miss gorgeous for hours or maybe it was the other way around but some where in the night we gave it up cause I woke up with a pounding head ache. Might have been the headboard. But I felt as though I had been beat on all night long.
+(Day Three) I went into Management's office and announced I was with Bare Bottom Resorts and I demanded to see their books and records. The management wasn't pleased that I didn't inform them of who I was when I checked in but they offered to assist in any accounting questions I might have.
+After reviewing the books, I found the balance and deposits were tampered with daily. Obviously the Nudist Resort was a very lucrative business. ""Embezzlement is a crime,"" I announced. That was when he slid me an envelope with some money in it.
+I refused of course, but the manager pushed the envelope back towards me on the table and said, ""You better look again."" After a quick scan I noticed the stack of hundreds but the picture said it all. Yep, it was me, with a woman, in less than a religious pose.
+""Are you married sir?"" The manager asked me.
+""Engaged,"" I replied.
+""You could buy a nice ring for her or she could get this picture!""
+The flight home was when I re-wrote my report of how well treated I was at Canyon Curves Resort. I completed Bare Bottom Resorts: Canyon Curves Report, with four stars.
+I basically can't complain I was treated like a King for 3 days and rode like a wild pony which is every mans fantasy. Coming home with a 'wad' of money and made a paycheck, not bad. I love my new job with ... Bare Bottom Resorts.
+
+"
+23,Bare Bottom Resorts,LuciousBi-Writes4U,Chain Stories,2005-04-23,2006-01-03,2022-01-08 03:46:28,5,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/bare-bottom-resorts-ch-02,"1. Reporting from Resort #2 has voyeuristic potential. 2. Reporter enjoys her first girl/girl experience. 3. Treasure Hunt at Treasure Beach Resort, Jamaica. 4. Reporter watches sex on the beach & has sex underwater. 5. Hotel Orgy in the spirit of a safe & happy Mardi Gras.","['2 Guys On 1 Girl', 'Blowjobs', 'Chain Story', 'Double Teaming', 'Eating Pussy', 'Group Sex', 'Sex With Strangers', 'Swinging', 'Voyeurism', 'Wild Consential Sex With Strangers']",4.18,"**Chapter 2: Buns in the Sun Report**
+ ** _Day 1-The Arrival_**
+I couldn't believe my fortune, to have fallen into a job that gave me uncountable 3 day trips to some of the hottest resorts in the world...who knew where I'd be the next time...Maui, Fiji, the Caymans. I had the luck of a God when I stumbled into this job.
+Arriving at the Buns in the Sun Resort I was pleased to see the inviting atmosphere. The resort was well landscaped and beautifully manicured. The Staff were friendly and efficient at getting me checked in and to my room. The view from my balcony was magnificent lending me to understand that it would be a very interesting 3-day stay for me. As I watched the rows of ever-browning buns in the sea of sand and sun that lined the resorts property.
+It was early afternoon when I got in and made it to my room, just enough time to relax from a long flight and freshen up before dinner. The rooms at the resort where fantastic suite type villas, entering through the electronic-key- carded door to my accommodations I was pleased with the décor of the room.
+Walking into a sitting area with a small cherry dinning table and chairs—the table being covered with fresh island fruits, and a champagne bucket chilled and ready for me. I thought that having it chilled on time for my arrival showed particular attention to detail. Something I would be sure and report to my superiors. The king sized bed was in a sunken corner of the room, the stairs leading to it covered in a lush green velvet that reminded me of the lushness of the island itself. Their outline was highlighted by clear tube lights that were classily made into the edge of each step.
+The bed was covered in beautiful peach damask and had at least 15 small pillows in peach and green tones as accents. It was a beautiful mirror-toped four-poster bed, reminding me of the main reason for this resorts presence—a lovers retreat.
+It was definitely inviting and I wondered if I'd be lucky enough to see just how well the mirrors above my head worked in the right situation.
+I also noticed that the resort offered a wide variety of electronics for their guests, more so than any other resort I'd stayed in to present. The standard in each of the ocean front villa's such as the one I was in included a large plasma screen TV, a digital surround sound system, DVD player, VHS, Digital Cable, with 5 adult channels for free, and a DVR (Digital Video Recorder) for capturing those all too wild vacation memories.
+I called room service right away to order a drink, allowing me to check their courtesy, speed and accuracy in a quick and time efficient manner.
+The beautiful island girl that delivered it was a pleasing delight. Dressed in nothing more than three seashells—two that barely covered her areolas—and a thin piece of tanning running between her luscious ass cheeks topped of by a flower ring in her beautiful dark black hair. I was anxious to see what type of catering she offered to their single guests.
+When I went to pay for my drink I watched eagerly as she tucked it under one of the seashells that barely covered her nipples. Recovering my change from the other—Which I quickly used as my tip. When I went to give it to her she wouldn't take it.
+""Tuck it her..."" The Barmaid said.
+Pointing to the only remaining seashell.
+""Gladly"" I replied.
+And as I slid my hand near and put the money in her shell she quickly grabbed my wrist. Taking my hand to the little leather bow tie that held the shell in place. With her hand over mine she grabbed the string and pulled. Letting the shell and her tip fall to the floor.
+Standing there I looked upon the most gorgeous shaved pussy I'd ever seen.
+""That wasn't quite the tip I was hoping for...""she said with a half innocent, half devilish smile.
+I quickly and quietly dropped to my knees and began to lick her supple folds. She was so dark and tan. I wrapped my arms around her hips and grabbed her round, tight ass cheeks, kneading them like dough as I slid my hot, wet tongue deep up inside her luscious honey pot.
+She grabbed me by my hair. Pulling my face deeper and harder into her cunt.
+""Oh, yes, God, yes! Suck me dry..."" She squealed.
+When I realized the level of her excitement I stuck a finger deep inside her and began to slide it in and out as she moaned in approval and delight. When she was close to cumming I jammed two more fingers deep inside her and finger fucked her harder than anyone ever before while my tongue furiously flicked at her clit.
+""Oh, shit, fuck...I'm...I'm gonna cum..."" She screamed out as I quickly dropped my mouth to lap up every sweet drop of her love juice.
+Without a seconds recovery she had me pinned against the end of the bed then—pushing me down on the bed she through her long black hair across my stiff cock and ran it down my length teasing me. Then she dropped and slurped me deep inside her throat as if I were a piece of fruit, licking and teasing the head of my cock until I was close to exploding. When I warned her she'd better stop before she got a present. She quickly crawled up into my lap—sinking her pussy down on top my aching rod.
+Up and down, she went her tight wet pussy sucking and clutching at my cock until I knew we were both about to cum. Sitting forward I grabbed both her shoulders and shoved her down onto my exploding rod as hard as I possibly could. Blowing a huge load of cum so deep inside her I thought for sure I'd see it in her eyes.
+Leaning over my spent body—redressed in all her shells, she kissed me passionately, said goodbye and quietly left my room. I was sure that this would be the part of my report that said the resorts room service was exceptional—minus the mind-boggling extras of course.
+ ** _Day 2-Touring the Resort_**
+I decided to take a walk around the resort to get a feel for its layout and a feel for its atmosphere. The Resort was beautifully lush—palm trees swayed in the breeze everywhere. The central lobby of the resort was open to the sea air, having the largest sliding solid oak doors I had ever seen—there to be used for the hurricane squall season, but wide open the rest of the year. Birds flew in an out of the throughway of the resort. They even had a walk through rain forest that included a couple sloth, some large snakes and about 10 different species of parrots all inhabiting a score of banana and palm trees.
+As I walked through I couldn't help but notice that there were women stretched out on whicker couches and chases with beautifully adorned floral pillows—reading books, relaxing. Old men played chess at another table, and a middle-aged couple worked a puzzle. I thought to myself—is this all this place had to offer its guests? I was unimpressed for the first time since my arrival.
+But after crossing through the open air lobby and out onto the winding cobblestone paths I knew that the older ones were doing what they chose as their version of fun...because outside it was a whole different world.
+There were naked lovers lounging in hammocks that were on individual islands about the size of a small hotel room, the only way to reach them was from the pool, to swim out and around until you reached one that was still uninhabited—which proved to be a difficult task this afternoon.
+There was a beautiful kidney shaped pool in the center of the property half way between the center of the open-air lobby and the beautiful white sand beach and the roaring ocean. It had an in pool bar, just swim right up, choose your stool and order up your favorite island drink. And I noticed that the bartender wore nothing but his black bow tie—The true sign that you were at a nudist resort. It too was packed, nude 30ish's had over taken the area, there was a lot of laughter, loud talking and joking and great island music complements of the pools side island band. I couldn't wait to see how rowdy it would become later on in the evening.
+In the middle of the pool the blondes with bouncing breasts quickly got my attention, especially when I was awarded the pleasure of seeing that the one who just spiked the volleyball was indeed a ""true-blonde""...all over! I thought to myself...
+""I'm getting paid for this! INSANE!! Who would have ever imagined!""
+At the opposite end from the hammocked islands there was a tidal pool, full of warm water—and bodies and hot erogenous zones as well. It appeared to be a meeting place for the younger singles—lots of lustful leers—And then one scene in particular caught my eye.
+There were three people on the steps. Two young buff surfers and a brunette. After going to the bar to get a closer look without arousing suspicion—I noticed that the brunette was actually sitting in one of the surfers laps on the stairs, while the other male stood in the bottom of the tide pool.
+Before long I realized that the girl was actually sitting on the blonde's cock while she was blowing the brunette surfer just above the waters surface—A voyeuristic delight to say the very least. The blonde lifted her up and down onto his stiffness as she jerked and sucked the brunette twiddling his balls with her hands as her tongue did the important work...finally after about 20 minutes the two guys were obviously done, they sat down on the steps one to either side of her to recuperate with another drink before leaving together—heading back to someone's villa for more fun no doubt.
+After seeing a scene like that I wouldn't be leaving the bar for a while—and I probably wouldn't leave the pool for the rest of the night.
+ ** _Day 3- Wrapping It Up and Departure_**
+On the third day I strolled down to the shore in the morning. It was peaceful and there weren't too many people around. I walked by a couple of beach cabana's without suspicion but by the time I'd made it to the third I was hearing some carnal noises on the wind. The voyeur in me again intrigued—I took the empty cabana 1 row back and a little on the diagonal from the noisy one.
+I had seen a pair of feet sticking through the front flap when I'd come around the front and heard all the noise—men's feet—but it wasn't until I got settled in my cabana that I saw the real show.
+As the noise level increased, so did the amount of movement with in the little, flimsy, thatch cabana. The next thing I knew I was watching two pair of feet sticking through the flap on this side—one pair men's, toes facing down—one pair of women's, toes facing up—obviously someone was doing the deed in there. I assumed the feet now sticking out back were the feet from the front...only repositioned.
+But as the moans and gasps of pleasure got louder I was able to discern 3 separate voices—2 men—1 woman. Curiously I walked back around the other side to see what was still there. This time there was a tuff of hair at the edge of the flap only barely visible as the wind blew a bit. And by the time I made it back to my cabana there were three sets of feet out the back flap. 1 male on the bottom, toes pointing up—1 woman in the middle, toes facing up—and last but not least, on top the woman's, a different set of male feet, toes pointing down...
+My head quickly doing some calculating I soon realized that the woman in that cabana was getting double-teamed. But what I was not aware of was the fact that they had seen my shadow in the sun as I walked around the cabana to check things out...suddenly one of the two back flaps flipped back and I was able to peer deep inside it's shell.
+I saw a set of muscular ass cheeks clinching down as a dark skinned dark haired male fucked the hell out of a pale redhead. Then the screams of elation sprinkled with pain that came from the voice of the woman increased to a nearly frantic state as her body took the second cock deep inside her ass and the three of them moved in time together like a well oiled machine. Ebb and flow—in and out the two huge cocks went—watching the woman's face contort with both pleasure and pain I knew this would be a vacation she'd never forget.
+As the three continued I couldn't fight my cocks desperate urges for attention—as the woman lay there looking at me with consuming desire and as I jerked my load out onto the sand the two men deposited theirs deep within her body.
+When the two men grinned at me on their way back up the beach—acknowledging our little secret I couldn't help but laugh when I saw the black bow ties around their necks and realized that they belonged to the empty towel pavilion I'd seen at the head of the beach—
+""Wonder what the profit was for that service"" I thought.
+""—And was it the money that made it worth it—or the outrageous sex?""
+Well, I'd seen no money exchange hands, not in my room with the barmaid, or from the woman to the two young, stud, cabana boys. So what was I to report?
+Your resort was wonderful; my stay there was pampered and completely 5 star all the way. The staff was very efficient, friendly and helpful in many ways. Closing my laptop after sending the e-mail report to my new boss. I took one look back as I grabbed up my suitcases and thought,
+""If this wasn't paradise then I might not live through it when I find it.""
+And with that final thought I was on my way back to the airport to go and do it all over again somewhere else—who knows what this one will bring—but I think it's safe to assume that adventure is definitely a part of the package with this job!
+
+"
+24,Bare Bottom Resorts,Goldeniangel,Chain Stories,2005-06-03,2006-04-16,2022-01-08 03:46:33,3,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/bare-bottom-resorts-ch-06,1. Reporter finds a sexy man on Fetish Island. 2. The Cruise Nude report. 3. Checking out a possible reference for the SS Nude.,[''],4.43,"Day One
+10:07am exactly I stepped off the bus onto the exclusive resort of ""Fetish Island"", really it was a nickname for the Bare Bottom Hotel on Sicily because it catered to a rather exclusive clientele. The lobby was filled with interesting looking people, although Bare Bottoms is considered a nudist resort, Fetish Island was filled with people wearing... certain kinds of clothing. Latex around midsections were abundant, chastity belts, the works. None of this was considered 'clothing' per say, after all it didn't really cover anything, but it sure enhanced a lot.
+All in all, this was an assignment that I had been looking forward to for quite a long time, I had never explored any fetishes myself but I'd always been curious about them. It would be interesting to see just how far I could expand my horizons while I was here... and I also didn't feel left out because there were plenty of other so-called normal people walking around with curious expressions on their faces. There for the show.
+The weather was perfect, not at all humid and hot without being oppressive. I wanted to just take off my clothes and run naked outside to bask in the sunshine... let's hear it for getting out of the dreary U.S. of A.!!! Give me sunshine over rain and wind any day! Surprisingly a good number of the people around me were very attractive (which is not what I always found when traveling to nudist colonies and resorts), and I found them as much fun to look at as I did the elegant decor of the hotel. The walls were a caramel color, ivory marble columns led a path to the lobby's main desk, and a spiraling staircase of that same marble with iron railings dominated the main room. To my right was a bar where it looked like a frat party was going on... a naked frat party. I stopped to watch for a moment, everyone in there was under 30 for sure and they were rubbing fruit and alcohol on each others bodies, laughing as they licked it off. For a moment I felt tempted to join them... but I hadn't slept at all on the plane. I'd get into the swing of things after I caught up on my sleep.
+Behind the front desk was a large, long mirror, so that even as you turned away from all the interesting people in the main lobby, you could still watch them. I looked at my frizzy brown curls and the dark circles around my hazel eyes, the way my shoulders stooped and even my usually perky 34D breasts seemed to be droopy... definitely I should wait until I was more refreshed to join in any fun. Hell, I wouldn't want to join in any fun with me right now!
+""Room 69,"" the desk attendant smirked at me as he handed me the key. Don't know what he was smirking about, his cock and balls were trapped in a painful looking contraption which I didn't know the name of. However, I did know one of the rules about the staff in this particular hotel... I would be back later for a visit.
+Preferably with paddle in hand.
+Which, now that I think about it may have been his intention. Perhaps I wasn't as disheveled looking as I thought.
+Day Two
+I woke up in the morning to the unwelcome ray of sunshine directly in my closed eyes. Silly me, I'd not only slept through the entire night, I'd forgotten to close the drapes. Well, early to bed (and 4pm is pretty darn early!) and early to rise! It was 8am, at least it had taken some time for the sun to get into a position to burn my eyelids rather than awakening me with the dawn. Not that I'm opposed to watching a beautiful sunrise, but I'd rather choose to do that instead of having it thrust upon me.
+First things first, try to get myself looking more presentable! I was rather disappointed that I hadn't woken up in time for the nightlife, but after such a good night's sleep I was surely ready to face the day and the night! Heading into the bathroom I was pleased to see that the towels were huge and fluffy. I'd been so exhausted the evening before that I hadn't inspected anything, but I'd definitely be able to report on the luxurious quality of the bathroom. It was modestly sized, but everything was covered with elegant blue tiling and the fluffy sea green towels put me in the mind of the tropics. Rather than having a mirror above the sink, there was a full length mirror to the side of the sink - as I looked at the position of the toilet I realized that the mirror served more than purpose. The hook hanging on the ceiling about a foot away from the mirror told me that there were multiple purposes to its placement. I licked my lips, blushing a little at the lewd thoughts that were already pervading my twisted little mind... everything in this room seemed designed towards sexual fetishes.
+Well, it's called Fetish Island for a reason.
+The shower was actually a bath, with a completely see-through curtain, there was a ledge on one side of the tub that was just big enough for someone to sit on. Of course the shower head was detachable, and given my current state of mind I was thinking of trying out the uses towards which I'd heard this innovation could be put to. Possibly the most intriguing piece of decor where the manacles on the wall of the shower, placed so that the person would either be facing the wall or outwards... directly at the mirror. How thoughtful.
+Shedding my clothing I found my hands running over my body, cupping my perky breasts and rubbing my nipples... sliding over my stomach and smooth mound to tickle my clit. I hissed my anticipation as I turned the shower on to hot, steaming water slamming against my skin. The water pressure was very hard, I was quickly drenched as the room filled with steam. I was sure that the mirror was completely fogged, but hey, that's the price you pay for a good hot shower. After I shampooed my hair I began soaping my body, spreading the lather all over my slippy skin. Despite the heat of the shower my nipples were hard and aching with arousal, discontent with the attention I gave them as the slickness of my skin made it hard for me to get a good grip.
+With the heat in my pussy swiftly outpacing the shower's temperature, I finally took the shower head in hand, seating myself on the ledge oh-so- conveniently provided. Pointing it at my body I let the water spray my breasts, my nipples aching and pulsing with the deluge of water. Moving slowly I lowered the showerhead, feeling the water drip over my spread pussy as the spray traveled closer and closer. With a foot on each ledge of the tub, my legs were completely open as the showerhead finally reached my thigh's apex. I groaned as my pussy was suddenly lashed with heat, tiny arrows of sensation massaging my pussy lips and trickling over my asshole.
+Using my other hand, I spread my pussy lips wide open, letting my hard clit poke through and come directly under fire of the hard spray. Moaning loudly I came, although not as hard as I might have wanted to. It was more like a teaser, getting me ready for the day ahead, quenching my lust just a little bit, but mostly giving it a jumping off point to climb to higher heights.
+Since I didn't have to get dressed, preparing for the day didn't date very long. I would my long hair up into a bun, when it finally dried it would be wavy if released from the confines of the pins. Walking through the halls to the elevator I could hear moans and gasps coming from behind the doors, slaps and muffled screams from behind some... oddly I hadn't heard anything when I was in my room. Apparently the walls were well sound-proofed, but you could still eavesdrop by simply hanging out in a hallway.
+The cheeky desk attendant from the afternoon before wasn't there, instead it was a gorgeous blonde woman, wearing nothing but clamps on her nipples. I wondered if there was similar adornment below her waistline where I couldn't see. At the moment an older man was checking in with a young man who looked to be barely 18 (of course he must be since you had to be in order to check in); the young man was blatantly gawking at the buxom blonde who seemed to be enjoying making her breasts bounce and sway for them. I decided to take a walk at the beach.
+For some reason it felt a little odd to be walking around nude this early in the morning with so many other people around... and some of them were not so coy about looking. Then I realized that among the fetishes catered to at a resort like this, exhibitionism would definitely be one of them... I wondered what the beach would be like with this many fetishes here.
+Strolling along the sand, feeling the suns rays sinking into the pale spaces on my breasts and mound (was it my imagination or was I really burning despite the layers of sunscreen I'd slathered onto the parts of myself that were usually covered?) I watched the many activities going on around me. A large group was gathered around the volleyball net, watching the two teams of girls bouncing and giggling, sand scraping along their bodies as they dove for the ball. The audience was an even mix of men and women, all cheering their chosen teams on. Good thing they weren't playing basketball... how would you do that here anyway? Skins and... skins??
+But I digress. There were a lot of couples who had found hidden nooks along the sand dunes to have sex in, more who were frolicking in the water (and would probably be laid out on a towel soon enough). One of the more amusing sights of the morning was a group of women who had buried a man in the sand - except for his penis and ball sack - and were proceeding to build a sand castle around his hard wood. They kept him at full staff by taking turns occasionally blowing him... the poor guy kept begging for release but they just laughed and told him that they had to finish the castle and take a picture first. To their side was a women who looked on approvingly, some of the conversation indicated that she might be his Mistress, which would explain his control in not climaxing. She looked awfully tough.
+Having taken a long stroll, I decided to go back and watch the end of the volleyball game. From the noises the crowd was making it wouldn't be much longer. Maybe I'd play in the next round.
+Since I'd come so late in the game, I wasn't particularly attached to either of the teams. Instead I just watched the crowd; all naked and pressed together they didn't seem to be interested in anything other than the game. It was both surprising and freeing that no one seemed to be thinking of sex. That is, until the game ended. The team of losers came over onto the winners side and got down on their knees; immediately the winners each picked a loser and pressed her pussy over the loser girls face. I gasped in shock; not only were the girls exhibiting their bodies in a sweaty game, but now the losers were eating them out in front of the crowd!!! Which was turning more sexual by the minute, watching the blatant display of lesbianism before it.
+I started wriggling, not sure if I wanted to be caught in the kind of orgy that seemed imminent... but as I pushed back I found myself stopped by a hard body with an insistently pressing dick in my ass crack.
+""Hello,"" a low, yet somewhat familiar voice murmured in my ear, ""Good to see you again."" His dick rubbed back and forth against my ass cheeks, hands sliding up along my waist.
+I turned my head to see the desk attendant from the evening before, ""I looked for you this morning... I wanted to give you a spanking after yesterday.""
+He grinned devilishly at me, eyes sparkling with amusement, ""Ah, but I'm off duty right now, and when I'm off duty I never let anyone spank me."" Lowering his head he sank his teeth lightly into my neck just as his hands cupped my large breasts. All around me others were doing the same, already writhing in pleasure and filling the air with moans, but I felt completely apart from them, as if I was in my own little world. Shuddering as his fingers pinched my nipples, I pressed back against him, feeling my pussy juices leaking.
+""I'm not really a sex in public kind of girl,"" I admitted, walking around naked was one thing but I'd never had sex in front of other people. Even if they were more involved in their own sexual activities than in watching me.
+""Don't knock it till you try it,"" he murmured, letting his lips and tongue slide along my ear. I moaned. Slowly, inexorably, he pressed me down until I was on my hands and knees in front of him, his hands and fingers still deftly kneading my hanging breasts. All around me there was a plethora of sex, it filled the air along with the salt smell of the ocean; intoxicating my senses. Behind me, he was sliding his tongue along the small of my back, nibbling on the curves of my ass. I moaned again as his hands pressed my thighs apart and the damp head of his dick pressed against my sopping pussy.
+No one was paying attention to me anyway, they were all either watching the volleyball girls or the spectacular sight on the other side of the court where a woman was taking on three guys at once. I had to admire her flexibility, not to mention her enthusiasm.
+Then my attention was taken up by the thick meat that was slowly pressing into my dripping pussy, it was possibly the biggest dick I'd ever had in me. Maybe not the longest, but definitely the widest, it stretched me open like I'd never really thought possible. I groaned at the invasion, feeling my pussy walls clench around the invading shaft, shuddering with pleasure as his crotch pressed against my upraised ass cheeks.
+Reaching around my body, the desk attendant (I realized I didn't even know his name) grabbed ahold of my swaying breasts and began thrusting in and out of my roughly, using my breasts as leverage. I groaned, leaning forward and resting most of my weight on my forearms, luxuriating in the way my pussy stretched to conform for him. He played my body like a musician might play an instrument, pinching my nipples and letting them rub against the sand in a pleasant, burning friction; fucking my from every angle, changing directions with every thrust. As his balls slapped against my clit, I could feel the sun heating our bodies, slicking us with sweat. Everywhere I looked, limbs and body parts were entangled, no one was standing except a few people on the sidelines who were masturbating at the sight before them.
+I could feel myself flushing at being part of that sight, but it didn't stop me from moving my body against the man behind me, greedily drinking in the pleasure of every thrust. Suddenly, one of his thrusts made the tip of his dick press directly against my g-sport and I cried out in pleasant shock. Again he did it, at the exact same angle, instantly realizing that he'd found a sensitive spot. It was intense pleasure that made my toes curl and I could feel my pussy walls shuddering around him as he thrust against my g-spot over and over and over and over and over...
+Screaming my climax I almost collapsed, only his hands on my breasts kept me up as he continued to press into me, sustaining my orgasm until I thought I was going to explode from the pleasure. It didn't feel like my body could take it anymore, I was just one big bundle of nerve endings that was totally encompassed in exquisite pleasure. When he finally held himself inside me, allowing me to finish my climax and my body to relax a little, I thought I was just going to drop. And then I realized that he still hadn't cum... I groaned, unsure that my pussy could take anymore pleasure. Towards the end my orgasm had started to feel almost painful in its intensity.
+Apparently I didn't have to worry about that though, instead of continuing his assault on my pussy, he pulled out and pressed his head against the crinkled rosebud of my ass. I hissed and stiffened for a moment, and then forced myself to relax. It wasn't that I had never had anal sex before, but I had definitely never had anything as thick of him in my ass before either. Groaning, I clenched and relaxed as he began wedging himself into my tighter hole, trying desperately to accustom myself to the new proportions of my body. Burning pleasure of sexual pain flowed over me as he fit the thick head of his dick into me and then began the slow slide into the depths of my body. Slow agony combined with shudders of pleasure as he slide just fast enough that I couldn't quite adjust. With his dick fully embedded in my ass, I was still clenching and massaging his dick as my body was rearranging itself.
+Almost without pause he started thrusting in and out of my ass, roughly and quickly, not really allowing me to adjust at all; my ass was speared over and over as I cried out in pain and the inside of my body fluttered in involuntary contractions. Then it was all over as he thrust hard enough to make me scream; I could actually feel his dick pulsing against the inside of my body as spurt after spurt of white froth invaded my ass. I moaned softly as his dick began to shrink in my ravaged ass, and he pulled me up and turned my head to give me a gentle kiss.
+""I have to go to work,"" he said, and I blinked at him through teary eyes, ""But I get off at 11 tonight if you'd like to go to a special part of the hotel with me.""
+""Ok..."" I couldn't quite seem to get my thoughts straight... I didn't know where it was he wanted to go, what his name was, who he was... but I wanted to go with him tonight. ""What's your name?"" I asked, kinda pathetically. His dick was still embedded in my ass.
+""Mike."" He smiled at me and pulled his dick from my body. I could feel my eyes pop a little at the sudden empty space. ""I'll see you tonight.""
+""Ok..."" I watched him go, feeling rather breathless. Around me the orgy was still in full swing. Turning, I ran out of the sea of bodies and into the real ocean, desperate for the coolness of the water. When that cool salt water touched my chafing asshole, I shrieked.
+***********************************
+That night Mike took me to a very special part of the hotel indeed... the Security Room. He touched my body as I watched everything happening, every single ""specialty"" room in the hotel. There was the room where a woman was wielding a heavy crop onto a completely erect man - of course, part of his erection may have been due to the fact that she had his dick in a cage; another room where a woman was in the center of a bunch of men jacking off (I watched as she was coated in the heavy amounts of sperm); and on and on it went. My favorite room to watch was the gang-bang room, there was something just so rawly sexual about watching a woman take on man after man after man... I also probably would have watched more of the gay group sex, but Mike wasn't quite as interested in that one as I was. And I have to admit, it was more for the novelty than being a turn-on for me too... but I made a mental note to tell my friend Dillon back home.
+We flipped through all of the channels as I rode up and down on Mike's lap, thrusting his big dick in and out of my pussy in excitement... so I may not be much of an exhibitionist, but I was definitely turning out to be a bit of a voyeur!!! Harder and harder I rode him, bouncing in his lap as he played with my tits, pinching my nipples hard so that I let my head fall back as I moaned.
+Suddenly, as I was getting closer and closer to my climax, he pulled me up off his dick and repositioned himself at my back door. My extremely tight, slightly swollen back door.
+""Mike...."" I whined, grimacing as he started pushing himself into my ass, it felt even bigger than before since my ass was still sore from earlier.
+""Shhh.."" he murmured, ""I want you to come while I have my dick up your ass.""
+Well, I guess I knew his sexual fetish now. But as long as he was going to make me cum... I panted and moaned, wriggling on top of him as my body slowly slid down his pole, my ass protesting at the amount of meat it was taking. Every time my ass spasmed around him, he moaned in pleasure; finally, when he was balls deep one hand lowered from my breast to my pussy and he began playing with my clit. The pleasant sensations of my orgasm slowly coming back to me helped alleviate some of the pain he'd caused in my ass.  
+""Ride me,"" he whispered, twisting my clit a little. Obediently I began to move up and down again, wincing a little as my ass shivered with the new sensations. Two fingers slid into my pussy and pressed against my g-spot as his thumb rotated around my clit, pressing insistently. I moaned and started to move a little more quickly, ignoring the sharp pain in my ass, more intent on getting off than on relieving the discomfort. The burning in my ass started to feel good, the pain mixing with the pleasure that was flaring through my pussy.
+As his dick swelled in my tight hole, I threw back my head and screamed my orgasm; two of his fingers pinched my clit, twisting it and turning it, forcing me to higher and higher heights of ecstasy as he unloaded his cum into my ass for the second time that day.
+Moaning, I came down from my orgasm, slumping back against his body. Inside of me his dick was softening, a happy little camper indeed. We stayed like that for awhile, just cuddling and watching the specialty rooms.
+Day Three
+I woke the next morning alone in my bed. Turning over, I whimpered as my ass let me know that it wasn't too happy with me. Squinting my eyes I looked at the clock. Damn, I only had an hour before I had to leave.
+Packing my bags I found a note.
+Hey Beautiful,
+It was great to meet you... If you're ever back in the area make sure to stop by and visit.
+-Mike
+Smiling, I tucked the note into my wallet.
+***********************************
+He wasn't working when I left, it was the blonde girl again (This time dressed in a peek-a-boo teddy with an open crotch), but that was ok. We'd had quite a goodbye last night anyway.
+And I would definitely be returning... maybe I'd even bring some friends. I had the feeling that this was one of those places that you had to see to believe.
+
+"
+25,Blossoming Rose Ch. 01,cahab,Chain Stories,2004-01-24,2004-01-24,2022-01-08 03:46:43,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/blossoming-rose-ch-01,Journals of world-wide tour of sexual awakening.,"['Back Book', 'Blossoming Rose', 'Carrier Bag', 'Chain Story', 'Expenses Paid', 'Green Card', 'Room Still', 'Sat Bed', 'Thousand Dollars', 'Turned Thing']",3.86,"Monday 12th
+Dear Diary...
+I've never written a diary before.
+No, wait, that's not true. I think I did once. I seem to remember I filled in about two lines for a couple of days before giving up. I was only 14 at the time, a whole third of my life ago. Looking back, I don't really feel like I've changed that much, though I suppose I must have, because I've written over twice as much already. Still, I'm not so daft as to think that I'm going to write in this thing every day. I just feel I need someone to talk to, and there's no-one around at the moment I'm that close to.
+I feel a little awkward writing like this. I mean, who am I writing to? Myself? Surely I know all this stuff already. A future me, perhaps? Maybe. But I don't know how much to record, in that case. How much would I remember? I have no way of knowing. I think I'm going to assume this journal is a counsellor, at least I know what's expected then. I ought to, anyway.
+So. Introductions. My name is Diana Rose, and before you start with the jokes, yes, I know there is. My parents didn't know, or care, about the existence of such things as drag queens when I was born, but I seem to have heard about nothing else the last year. I was born and raised in Kent, in England, but I've been living over here in the states for the last year and a bit to finish my degree in psychology. Well, the year anyway, the bit has just been reluctance to return. I'm even more reluctant now.
+What's my problem? Well... Sex, I suppose. In a word.
+It's been on my mind a lot recently. First, just before I was due to go home for Christmas my parents split up, because apparently both my parents were having it away with other people, and they finally found out about each other. Then my boyfriend split up with me over the phone, during the course of a long conversation in which he accused me of being frigid.
+Frigid!
+I told him his immature fumblings would freeze up a nymphomaniac, and slammed the phone down on him. Trouble is, I know enough about psychology to know I only got mad because there was at least a grain of truth in what he said. I'm twenty-one, nearly twenty-two now, and I don't think I've ever had an orgasm. I've never really enjoyed the business of sex at all. I only ever had the one boyfriend, and whilst I was very fond of him, I can't say that he exactly filled me with lust. And I can't think of anything else that ever has, either.
+God, that's depressing. I can't write anymore now. I'll come back to this tomorrow. It's 2am, need to sleep.
+Tuesday 13th
+Okay, make a list of your problems:
+No money. Don't want to go home. Flatmate leaving (see 1) No job (see 1 again). Can't take a job here as no green card. Frigid?!
+Money seems to be main immediate problem. And Marie's leaving doesn't make that any better. I'm going to have to find someone else to share the flat (sorry, apartment). I was just beginning to get to know Marie properly, too. Last year whenever I was in, she was out, and vice versa, as she works nights as a dancer somewhere. Apparently she started doing it to get herself through college, and then decided she liked it more than the job she was studying to do, so she quit college and did it full time.
+I think she's a pole dancer or something, maybe even a stripper, but I haven't liked to ask. There probably was a right moment, but I think I missed it. After living with someone for six months, it's kind of embarrassing to have to ask questions like that that you ought to have been polite enough to ask. So I just act like I know.
+I know Marie isn't frigid. I don't think it's quite a different guy every night, but it must be close. I never recognise the same voice twice through the bedroom wall, and I must have run into a couple of dozen strangers over the breakfast table. No business of mine, of course. Hey, I may be frigid, but I don't judge. You can't help but think about stuff like that this close, though.
+One time there were two guys with her at breakfast, and I kept trying not to catch their eyes. Big guys, too, maybe bouncers or something. I had a dream about joining them the next night, and woke up with sopping wet pyjama bottoms. See, the stuff all works. I tried to masturbate, but... I've just never been able to do that. I get too self-conscious. I mean I know there's only me there, but...
+Anyway, Marie announced last week she has to leave the apartment at the end of the month. Apparently she's going on this tour thing, and will be away for up to a year. It's all expenses paid, and if she doesn't keep the apartment on here she could save a small fortune. Fair enough, but it means I've pretty much got to go home at the same time. I can't see a way out of it. I'm down to little more than a thousand dollars or so and my return flight as it is. If I have to pay the whole rent myself, with no alternative income... Well, I just can't do it.
+I said as much to Marie, and she said I could go with her if I liked, they usually take on a couple of girls to help out backstage. That didn't sound too much like fun, hanging around a load of prima donnas and ironing their smalls, so I just smiled weakly and said I'd bear it in mind, as politely as I could.
+I'd have to be desperate.
+Thursday 15thh
+Actually, that should be Friday, as it's about three in the morning. I can't sleep.
+I just keep going over and over the evening in my mind. There's a little knot of nervous excitement in me that just won't unravel.
+I guess the first thing was that I spent the afternoon getting a little... Unsteady. Not exactly drunk, but less than completely sober, I'll grant you that. I was trying to work up the courage to ring one of my parents to say I was coming home, but I really didn't want to. For a start, whoever I called, the other would be offended. They would just getting all bitter again, and I frankly thought that both of them had behaved terribly. I couldn't really put my heart into sympathising. But I guess I would have to.
+I kept picking up the phone, and then putting it down again. Then Marie came in with some guy, actually someone I vaguely recognised, and I smiled at her and made off to go and sulk in my room. However I must have looked a state, because she asked me what was wrong, and then I burst into tears. God bless her, she sent the bloke packing and sat me down to talk.
+Sorry, dear journal, but apparently I did need to talk to someone, a real, live someone. It all flooded out of me, how I felt about Kevin, how unattractive I felt, how ashamed and worried I was that he was right. I talked about how my parents were obviously alright, so it couldn't be genetic.
+Marie said that I was talking rubbish. She said I just hadn't had what I needed yet, that I had to be more open. I'm sorry to say I said that that was easy for her to say, that she obviously had no problems with sex.
+There was a silence, and then she laughed, long and hard, thankfully. I had been just about to apologise and run out. Marie said no, she had no problems at all. Then she asked me to wait, and came back a minute later with something behind her back.
+She asked me if I thought I could get try being open-minded now. I said I may be frigid, but I'm not a prude. Then she held something out to me. 'Look at that', she said.
+I looked, and I have to admit I was shocked. I didn't exactly run out screaming, though. I think I said 'Oh'.
+It was a DVD, in a case which bore, unmistakeably, a picture of Marie in stockings and suspenders and not a stitch else. Even more, There were at least three, I think (I don't have it in front of me now, and I was in kind of a daze I'm not sure how much I'm remembering right), men standing behind her, also naked and... erect. Marie was smiling, with a penis in either hand, one almost to her lips, and another resting on one shoulder, I think. Forgive me, but the title escapes me.
+I held it gingerly by a corner. 'Oh,' I said again. I couldn't think of what else to say. I was saved from saying it a third time by Marie saying that she'd been in others, but that was the only one with her on the cover. She was obviously quite proud of it. I felt like someone who has been introduced to an ugly baby. Then I checked myself for being so judgemental, and asked if this was her main work.
+'No, I really am a dancer,' she said. 'I dance naked sometimes, and once a year I fly over to a place in Amsterdam where they do a kind of dance sex show, during a festival. That's quite fun. But mostly it's just dancing. This tour I'm going on is a bit of all of it, and it's the first time I've been eligible to go. I needed a starring movie, you see. It pays lots, and it should mean I get the chance to strike a lot.'
+Now I had gone from shocked to bemused. Marie giggled, and ran off again. She came back with an exercise book, the kind you get in school. She handed it to me without a word, and I handed back the DVD.
+I opened the exercise book and leafed through it. On each line, going through almost to the back of the book, were written lots of words and sentences I didn't understand. Occasionally one would be half intelligible, and then gibberish again. Some lines were crossed out, and most of those were crossed out. 'Fellatio', was the first entry in the book, and one of the few I recognised. I looked enquiringly at Marie. I was getting gradually more relaxed, because she was so obviously unashamed about it.
+'They're all sex,' She said. I looked back at the book. All? 'I had to look some of them up, myself,' Marie went on. 'It was a personal challenge.'
+She explained. Apparently she had considered herself a bit of a closet rebel, and although she had done very well, and gone to college with high grades and expectations, her real hobby was sex, and she was trying to work her way through all the male students and staff (I think she was exaggerating here, but I can't be sure). She'd done all there was to do, and quantity was the only challenge. But then she'd got chatting to a psychology professor (again my naivety ashamed me) who started talking to her about fetishes. She'd looked them up and there were hundreds.
+'I decided I had to do them all, or at least as many as wouldn't get me physically maimed. I figured it out that, assuming even that I want to finish by the time I'm fifty, I have to do at least fifteen a year. And I'm falling behind. I keep finding out about new ones, too. And I can't resist going back to some of the favourites. Sometimes I manage two at once, but most are pretty obscure. I write to people through the internet, though, and I have meets set up at the places we're passing through. I reckon I might be able to knock off most of the harder ones in one year.' She sat back and looked smug.
+It had just begun to strike me that, a little like Marie, I simply hadn't realised how little I knew. I tried to give Kevin a blow job once, and it just hurt my jaw, and made him sore. I had thought that was being daring. But this... I mean, just what the hell is Harpaxophilia? Or Plushies? Or Bukkake? For all I knew some of these meant having tea with a maiden aunt.
+'I envy you,' I said. I don't know where that came from. She said there was no need, that anyone could open up.
+'You just need to find someone to press the right button,' She said. I said I wasn't even sure if I had a button. I admitted I'd never even had an orgasm.
+'What, never? Not even on your own?'
+'I find it a little... Icky,' I admitted. 'I'm not even sure what to do.'
+'Oh. Would you like me to show you?'
+I had to restrain an urge to say no too quickly, and loudly. I can't recall exactly what I did say, but she gave no sign of offence. She said 'Wait,' and for the third time disappeared into her room. She handed me a carrier bag. 'A present.'
+I looked inside, and there was a rather intimidatingly large vibrator, all pink and black, and with a see-through section with lots of little beads in it. It was, thankfully, still shrink-wrapped. I didn't know what to say.
+'I bought it for someone because she liked the sound of mine,' she said, 'but then it turned out she'd bought one herself. You can have it.'
+I mumbled a thank you, and put it aside. We talked for about another couple of hours, and Marie told me about some of the things she'd done that had gone wrong. She could have done stand-up, and I simply screamed with laughter. She made it all seem so... Normal.
+I guess, without even knowing it, I'd been brought up to think sex was dirty, and here I was chatting to a girl who'd slept with, according to one story, at least seven men at once. And it seemed like me that was odd.
+Eventually Marie made her excuses and left, and I followed to my own room soon after. I still felt I ought to call some parent or other, but I also still didn't want to. I wasn't tired, lazing about with very little to do will do that to you, so I watched some TV for a while, I don't know what, I wasn't really paying attention.
+I couldn't stop thinking about Marie. What was it like, to enjoy sex that much? To make it the central feature of your life? I couldn't be unique in not understanding that. I felt like for Marie I was like someone who never opened her eyes, for fear of... What? What held me back? Was I shy? Ugly? Disabled from enjoying what she revelled in in some way?
+I stripped off and marched over to the mirror, and studied myself. Flat stomach, the gym was paid for in advance. Decent size breasts, and pert enough not to need a bra, though I usually did because I was conscious of my nipples, which were often quite hard. Maybe that was a message from my body. I tried to look back over my shoulder at my bottom. What I could see of it seemed okay. And I was certain my legs were fine, I had always thought they were my best feature. Face I wasn't sure about, I have never felt the same way about it two days running. Some days I think I look gorgeous, other days I wish I had a yashmak to cover my troll-like features. I couldn't see anything obviously wrong though, even without make-up. And blondes are supposed to have more fun, right?
+Overall, I decided my self-image was fine. In fact if anything, looking at my naked body just made me all the more, well, turned on, I suppose. I was turned on, by myself. I wonder if that was in the list?
+Tentatively, I reached down and ran my hands over myself. I was wet, and any pleasure I might feel from the sensation was switched off by the general ickiness. Wiped my hand on the eiderdown. Euw.
+Dammit, what was wrong with me? Why couldn't I get over this? It wasn't like I was going to jump out of a plane or anything. I sat down on the bed, staring into my sparse pubic hair. Then I jumped up again with a fresh determination.
+I peeped round the door of my room. The living room was still in darkness. Heart pounding, and still naked, I ran over to the couch and grabbed the carrier bag, and then back into my room, closing the door swiftly and silently behind me. I sat down on the bed again and opened up the bag. If I didn't have the right kind of batteries I could at least use it to play with myself without touching myself, if you see what I mean...
+To my surprise, though, the thing didn't take batteries. Taped to the bottom was a cord, and a plug.
+That scared me a little. Suppose the thing went mad? I could just see myself as tabloid fodder. I plugged it in and switched on. Nothing. There were no instructions, so I didn't know what to do. I examined the thing carefully, and found a dial on the bottom. I turned it up, and the thing juddered and shook in my hand. I suppressed a shriek and dropped it. Then I picked it up again, washed it in my sink, and plugged it back in.
+It was oddly organic, the way it quivered, like an eel with epilepsy. It was quite pleasant, when I held it to my breasts, like having them gently stroked and teased. I tried it on the back of my neck, and that was quite pleasant too, a gentle massage. I turned it down lower and examined it. It is pliant from hallway along, and bent like one of those poseable toys. I even tried putting it in my mouth, and I found that strangely comforting, like a huge pacifier. I sucked my thumb 'till quite late, I seem to remember.
+I was just putting off the moment. Slowly, still turned down low, I placed it to my clitoris. I felt a slight tingling, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, like somebody was blowing on them. I curved it around into almost a U-shape, and slightly into my vagina. Pleasant, and not too intrusive. And I didn't feel too inhibited either, which was good. I felt pleased with myself, and turned it up.
+That was nice. I wasn't exactly panting on the floor, but it was already the best sex I had ever had. How sad is that? The best lay I've had was this damn rubber thing? Anyway.
+I carried on like that for a few minutes, and then kind of on a whim, I tried pressing down on y clit just that little bit harder. I shuddered as a strange sensation flowed through me. Woah. I had no idea my body could feel like that. I did that for another few minutes, quite happily. It was like snuggling up in a really comfortable bed, you know? That doesn't really cover it, but I don't know how else to describe it. That was nice, but I was already beginning to want more, so I turned the thing up a couple of notches.
+Man, I must have ridden that thing for an hour. I lay there, on the edge of the bed, just panting. Images were going through my head, I don't know where from, my subconscious I suppose. Sucking some guy's cock whilst someone else fucked me. Having people there, watching me do this, and that just turned me on more. Kissing Marie, I dwelt on that one quite a long time. I ran a hand over my breasts, imagining they were hers, oh, and being fucked, being fucked, being fucked so damn hard, oh...
+I think I screamed when I came the first time, but I'm not really sure. I lay there, out of breath afterwards, waiting for Marie to come and see if I was being murdered. She never came, so I assumed I was okay (either that or she just could tell why I was screaming).
+After a few minutes, I did it all over again. Then, and I'm really proud of myself for this one, I stuck the thing inside me and made myself come with my hands. By this point the moisture just made me feel horny. In fact I even dared myself to taste it; didn't taste like how I thought it would, but don't ask me what that was.
+After that I decided three times was enough for a first time, and that I might wear myself out or something. I put the thing away in my knicker draw and tried to go to sleep.
+Thing is, I've been lying here trying to sleep now for well over two hours, and I'm still wide awake. I keep thinking about the tour Marie's going on, and what she'll get up to. I can't bear the thought of maybe never knowing. And if I go back home, I'll never see her again. The more I think about it, the job she mentioned sounded ideal. All expenses paid, she said. Maybe I could tag along even without a green card. My visa was good for another three months. No rent and meals paid for, and my thousand dollars would last a long time.
+Maybe I would just mention it, kind of in passing, over breakfast.
+And since I've put the light on anyway to write this, and I'm all awake anyway, one more time couldn't hurt, could it?
+ _We need more authors for this chain story to work. If you're interested in joining this chain, you can read the following thread, and then jump in-- --[New Chain Story... Blossoming Rose](http://www.literotica.com:81/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=221751)._"
+26,Blossoming Rose Ch. 06,Dirt Man,Chain Stories,2004-02-27,2004-02-27,2022-01-08 03:46:44,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/blossoming-rose-ch-06,"Rose has threeway with Bruno, & Maria.","['Bitch Heat', 'Bruno', 'Bruno Cock', 'Hotel Suite', 'Maria', 'Maria Pussy', 'Night Long', 'Rose Petals', 'Time', 'Tongue Lips']",4.19,"Thursday Feb. 12th
+Dear Diary
+Sorry for the lapse in time, it's actually 2am on the 13th. I've been rather busy what with the move from New York City to Cleveland. As you know there's only the two of us to handle all the bull work for eight prima Donna strippers. Oops! Sorry, exotic dancers. Or at least that's what they wish themselves to be called. If the men out front only knew what pigs some of these women are. Well, let's just say that it would certainly invade the fantasy image portrayed out there on the stage, and leave it at that. Which is probably why they hire two backstage girl flunkies like me, and Mac for these tours in the first place.
+Still, I can't complain too much, I've been able to add another $200.00 to my account for just one week's work. And add to that more sexual satisfaction in one night than I've had most of my life, and you can understand why I walk on winged feet these days.
+Now then, getting back to where I left off on Monday. Maria has once again come to my rescue in helping me define myself. On those rare occasions when we get together now like on the flight to Cleveland she easily defined my new persona once I explained how I felt.
+""Being bisexual isn't a curse,"" Marie said.
+""Bisexual?""
+""It means you swing both ways,"" she giggled, then explained further; ""You enjoy both cock as well as pussy, right?""
+When I nodded in agreement; ""Then you're bisexual, like me. We enjoy both sides of the coin, and aren't limited to possible sex partners due to their gender. Too bad you took so long to find this out. We could have had a hell of a time in that apartment of ours.""
+""Well, we do have the rest of the tour together,"" I hinted.
+""I can't promise anything,"" she hedged, ""you know how busy my schedule is. But Bruno is coming to Cleveland this weekend to stand in for one of their regular bouncers. He doesn't have to, but I think he wants to see you again.""
+I'm afraid I don't remember much of the conversation after that other than that she was going to try to set up a three-way with Bruno at his hotel room for me, and her. As after that all I could think of then, and now was the three of us in the same bed at the same time. Forgive me, but Mac, my roommate is trying to sleep now. I'll get back to you tomorrow. Hopefully Mac won't find out about Bruno, or if she does it won't matter to her that I slept with her brother. Her and I have become very close, and I'd hate to start a row with her now.
+Sunday, Feb. 15th 6pm EST
+I know... I know... I said I would keep this up to date, and put something in here daily, but that may not be possible, and we'll just both have to learn to live with it. As they say here in America; ""shit happens!""
+It's almost dinnertime, and Mac is out running an errand. So it's a good time for me to catch you up on what happened the last two nights. As you know Bruno was supposed to be coming to Cleveland to replace one of the bouncers at the club they are featured at this weekend. Well, that was all a ruse by Marie to give me the most wonderful Valentine's gift ever. He worked as a bouncer right enough, but only as a freelancer for the Cleveland club this weekend.
+Bruno was inside of the club when I arrived early Friday to set up stage props, and such. Actually, I saw him first as he had his back to me, but there was no way I could ever forget that chiseled butt, and bull like back muscles stretching out that club T-shirt. A quick goose made him aware of my presence though. And having him lift me straight up, under my arms, and twirl me around as if I were no more than a feathered pillow had my heart pounding in my chest.
+""Well! If it isn't my favorite, Rose bud! Have you gotten in the habit of grabbing every bouncer's ass now? Or was that your way of telling me that you missed me?""
+""I refuse, as you Yanks say, to incriminate myself,"" I said hanging there by his hands five feet off the ground. The next thing I knew he had me cradled in his arms like a newborn.
+""I've missed you,"" he said in earnest.
+""Me? Or the notch you didn't get a chance to put on your belt?""
+""Both,"" he replied honestly.
+""You think maybe we should get beyond the latter to see how we match up with the former?""
+""You know what I like about you Brits?""
+""Not entirely, no,"" but I winked just the same.
+""Your practicality,"" and he eased me back down to stand on my own two feet. We both knew that I had to get to work.
+""We can talk about this later, right"" I inquired, then stretched up to give him a peck on the cheek before turning to head back stage.
+His hand lingering possessively on my rear until I was out of reach was all the assurance I needed that we would definitely talk, and much more. It went like that between us the rest of the night whenever we got close as we both did our jobs. A goose here, a caress there, and a rub in between as blatantly as two people in a crowded room could. I was actually happy to do all of those menial errands for the first time in my life as it gave me more opportunities to tease, and touch Bruno. In fact I was getting so hot that Marie pulled me aside to ask if Bruno was the reason I smelled like a rabid bitch in heat with the wet spot growing in my jeans.
+""You do realize,"" she whispered pulling me aside, ""that your raging pheromones are driving the customers out there crazy, don't you? None of the girls has had less than a five-dollar bill stuffed into their stockings, or thong all night long. And this is Cleveland for God's sake.""
+""And that's bad?"" I smirked.
+""Listen, I talked to Bruno, and he wants us to meet him at his hotel after work. If that's okay with you that is.""
+""Sounds great to me.""
+""Good. Oh, and I've brought a few goodies along to spice tonight up even more.""
+The goodies turned out to be custom made satin suspenders with matching strapless quarter cup bra, thong panties, and seamed nylon stockings worn under body hugging mini skirt dresses made of spandex. My ensemble was all in black, and Maria's all in a deep purple. By the time she pulled the matching three-inch stiletto high heels out of her bag I already felt most appropriately like a right down in the dirt street corner strumpet. Not bad mind you, unless you're thinking bad as in hot toddy sinfully... well, you get the picture. Once again Maria did our makeup, and worked miracles with my hair.
+I'm getting better at applying my own make up, but I just didn't trust my hands to stop shaking long enough to apply it properly for this special occasion. And they were indeed shaking the very moment I came out of the shower, and caught Marie dressing up for our special evening with Bruno.
+I know I've described how lovely Maria is before, and it goes without saying how attractive she'd have to be to star in one of those movies, or perform out there on stage for this tour. But seeing her there just before she slipped into that painted on dress had my quim sizzling, knowing that I too would soon look more naked than naked in similar clothing. After all, the demi bra we both would be wearing held the breasts more like a pair of fondling hands leaving the nipples totally exposed above. And the satin suspenders, (they call them garter belts here in the states) holding up the seamed nylons actually frame the most erotic area a human owns. Causing anyone who happens to see you in these things to focus their attention on your naughtiness' more than they would if you were just totally naked.
+In fact, if a woman wore elbow length gloves, and a hood on her head with this kind of outfit I don't think she could personally define her existence any better for a man. Or for me for that matter. And we were definitely on the prowl for a specific man by the time we left the club, and got in the taxicab together. Even so, we probably freaked out our driver when we started kissing, and petting with each other in the back seat. The musk of our two hot pussies (I absolutely love calling it a pussy now.) mixed with our Lanven'dare perfume was driving Maria, and I crazy, so it must have been giving that poor elderly cabby constant erectile dysfunction, as he barely avoided three head on collisions on the way to Bruno's hotel.
+The Sheraton Hotel stood out like a giant cock against the basically flat background surrounding the Cleveland-Hopkins International Airport. However once inside I felt more at home as the interior has that older European look of elegant roominess to it. We got several appreciative looks from the bar as we passed it, along with the look of distrust from the Capt. Picard look alike behind the reception desk in the lobby. I guess we looked like bloody prostitutes to these people the way we were dressed up. But no one stopped us from getting on the lift, and we were soon knocking on Bruno's hotel suite's door.
+I had to catch my breath when Bruno opened the door dressed up in a Chippendale outfit decorated with small stick on paper hearts all over him. His magnificent musculature, usually more befitting on a hairy gorilla, looked great in that outfit, even though it had Maria giggling. And I followed her lead brushing my hand lightly against his bulge in passing when we entered. Both Maria, and I gasped when we caught sight of the bedchamber. Arrayed all around the four-poster bed, on every flat surface was a forest of lit scented candles. Their light illuminating our focus on the bed that was literally covered in a white satin sheet with red, and pink rose petals strewn all over it. With three red satin heart shaped candy box sized red pillows all saying ""Be My Valentine,"" placed at the head of the bed.
+""Too much?"" Bruno's voice inquired behind us. And we turned to find him holding two glasses of red wine.
+Our answer was to simply start shimmying out of our body hugging spandex dresses before accepting the wine.
+""Wow!"" Bruno barely managed to breath out handing us each a glass, then picking up another for himself. ""Er, uh, I hope you like this wine, it's a French wine; Château Nuf Du Papa.""
+""From the vineyard of the Pope,"" I smiled at his mangling of French. It was so sweet. And too, he beamed with such enthusiasm for having pleased me with his choice of wine for this get together. Or maybe he was just beaming from having me kiss him, and cup his bulge from one side as Maria did the same from his other side. I'm not sure. But in moments, with teamwork we had him out of that Chippendale outfit, and more naked than we were now without our thongs.
+Bruno's excitement over having two women working him over at the same time was self evident, and stood out at almost a perfect tantalizing 90% angle above his swollen testicles. The veins throbbing along the full length of his prick gave it the thick muscular, taunt skin look of a body builder's arm. And once we had Bruno laid out in the middle of the bed covered with rose petals, Maria moved around on all fours until she was between his legs, and then took his prick into her mouth, much like a starving calf sucking on its mother's teat. And it was then that Bruno grabbed hold of me, lifting me in the air with his strong arms, and turning me around so that I ended up suddenly straddling his face with my bald wet pussy against his lips.
+I was immediately overwhelmed with blood rushing to my head as Bruno's tongue, and lips paid undivided homage to my naked crotch, and his hands teased, fondled, and squeezed my arse right properly. My pussy gushing as I had one of those multiple mini cums that go on forever when someone is eating me. However wonderful my present position was it also gave me the advantage of being able to watch Maria give Bruno a right good blow job, and add my own tongue, and lips to her effort just by bending down to the task. In this way I learned close up, and personal how to really suck a man's cock. Maria didn't just swallow that bone down to the root, she made love to it with everything she owned. Her hands stroking where her lips weren't along the length, her breasts alternately rubbing, and cuddling up against his scrotum all working in conjunction to pull the raw juices of life from deep within his loins. And she would have probably succeeded in a few more seconds if Bruno hadn't bucked us both off of him just then.
+""Oh no you don't!"" Bruno cried out. ""I want this to last until sunrise, and if you had kept that up, I don't think I'd be able to make it until then. Besides, I'd rather cum in both of your cunts first. That way you can lick it out afterwards if you want to.""
+I, of course, had heard the word cunt before. But it always sounded so crude, and utterly sexist to me. As if by saying cunt, instead of pussy the person saying it was labeling cattle parts for butchering. But the way Bruno said it made me proud to have a cunt for him to dump his load in. In fact it made me feel as if I were his private property, and also something to be cherished as well as exploited. Not a bad feeling, just different.
+""How about you two 69,"" he suggested, ""and that way I can fuck whoever is on top doggy style.""
+Maria's wide grin as she sprawled out on her back on the rose petals, and beckoned me to lay atop of her inverted gave me goose pimples. I nearly came just from spraddling her beautiful face, and did when she locked her lips on my... my cunt as her tongue slipped into my slit. Damn that girl has a talented tongue, and she evidently enjoyed the raw ripe flavor of my pussy. Once again hands, and fingers were caressing my bum as a tongue tasted the essence of my inner being. Without urging I laid down to cuddle my face in Maria's flowing pristine pussy, and began to reciprocate with my lips, fingers, hands, and tongue that which she was doing to me with hers.
+I'm sure the two of us made quite an exciting spectacle for Bruno. Because a minute or so later I felt another pair of hands caressing my hot flesh, moving along my backside then down along my sides to cup, and fondle my breasts. And that's when I felt something else rub along the crack of my bum. Something stiff, but also fleshy as it was hot against my slightly cooler rear, and made me tremble in anticipation.
+I could feel Maria's upper body repositioning herself between my legs. And then I felt her guide Bruno's hard throbbing fuck muscle, and place the head of his cock between the lips of my boiling pussy. Her tongue still dancing on my clitty as Bruno slowly inserted his prick into my cunt. Yes, I'm getting to like the way that word feels as another way of describing my vagina. It tastes so nasty good, like when a dog barks at his bitch in heat just before mounting her. And on all fours prone over Maria's beautiful body, dressed like a tart in suspenders, with Bruno's cock starting to saw in and out of me I felt like a right proper glorious bitch in heat at that.
+I continued to eat Maria's pussy with great enthusiasm. And she in turned tortured my clit until I was so close to Cumming, that all it took was another stroke of Bruno's ramming tool into my cunt, and I exploded into hyperspace becoming a human super nova. Spots flashed before my eyes, like I was having a heart attack, my body undulating like a continuous wave when suddenly Bruno's cock erupted inside of me, and Maria's pussy went into meltdown as well. Her pussy spilling little rivulets of her juices for me to lap up as I slowly returned to Earth.
+We had some more wine, and then started all over again, this time with me on the bottom. It went like that all night long. Me, and Maria trading places back and forth on the bed. And when Bruno needed extra time to recuperate Maria, and I would inspire him with a little more girl, on girl lesbian action. I came so many times with either a cock, or a tongue, and fingers stimulating my pussy that I lost count long before the sun began to peek over the horizon into our window.
+The three of us spent most of the day in bed together in Bruno's hotel suite either sleeping or enjoying each other until we had to return to work for the Valentine's Day extravaganza at the club. But believe me, when I say, the show that night was next to boring compared to what went on before, and after the show, and on into Sunday. The last show in Cleveland is tonight, and then we'll leave on a flight tomorrow. I can't wait to rehash this all with Maria on the flight, and see if maybe in the future we can arrange to have more men join us. This being bisexual is like playing Spades with a loaded deck."
+27,Blossoming Rose Ch. 08,velvetpie,Chain Stories,2004-06-21,2004-06-21,2022-01-08 03:46:46,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/blossoming-rose-ch-08,"Diana gets her man, and her woman!","['Alex', 'Alex Cock', 'Alex Lay', 'Alex Showed', 'Cock', 'Handsome Face', 'Mac', 'Man Woman', 'Pair Chopsticks', 'Thick Cock']",4.27,"Monday, June 7
+Dear Diary,
+I have so much to tell you that I hardly know where to begin. But like Julie Andrews once sang, I’ll start at the very beginning.
+After the excitement of New Orleans and the ‘happenings’ there, I kind of retreated into my shell again. Why? Worried about becoming a whore. Worried about enjoying sex too much. Worried that one day, a man would tell me that some other woman’s ass was tighter than mine. Don’t get me wrong. I was very happy to see Star get her comeuppance but the owner’s words still stuck in my brain. I admired Marie but I wasn’t ready to become her.
+We tripped across the country to Dallas, where the men are as big as the state. Much to my surprise, Mac’s brother, Alex, turned up for another visit, only this time, he wasn’t here to see Mac. He came to see me. Yes, Diary, you read correctly. He came to see me!
+Marie gave me a huge smile when I told her. “You’re like a Lay’s potato chip.” She whispered, “No one can eat you just once.”
+Her words brought hot blood rushing to my face, recalling the times that she had done just that. Just remembering her very agile tongue made my thong suddenly dampen. I smiled back at her. “I’ll take a rain check.”
+Alex showed up at the club were headlining at, The Dollhouse, and once again, we were faced with the problem of having jealous girls trying to sabotage us. But this time, we paid closer attention to our items and also had an ally named Krystyl on our side. She was the owner’s daughter and she could have been a top performer herself. Her nice-sized breasts with pouty nipples, creamy red-gold hair and lightly freckled skin made my mouth water. And there’s nothing wrong with that, Diary. Being bi-sexual isn’t bad!
+“You’re Diana, right?”
+“Yes.”
+“I thought so. Marie described you to a T.” The way she smiled made me wonder what my former roommate had said. “She said you were sweet.”
+“She’s too nice.” I said, arising from my duty of checking the costume bags. “Is there something you need?”
+“No.” Krystyl gave me a mischievous little smile. “At least not right at this moment but I have something for you.”
+“Something for me?”
+“Yeah. A tall drink of water, dark amber eyes, built like a brick shithouse … “ I stared at her like she was crazy. “Goes by the name of Alex.”
+“Alex? Alex is here?”
+“He’s at the front door waiting for you. I didn’t know who he was so I didn’t let him in.”
+I left Krystyl at a dead run. Of course, I apologized for her later and she’d only laughed. When I came around the corner, Alex was standing there, a Bud dangling loosely from his hand. His handsome face lit up when he saw me and I threw myself into his arms.
+“I guess you missed me.” He swung me around with a laugh.
+“Yes, I did.” I wanted to kiss him but suddenly felt as awkward as a teenager around him.
+He solved the problem by leaning down and molding his lips to mine. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot. Mac’s been telling me that you’re doing a great job.”
+“Mac’s a real sweetheart. She’s pulled my ass out of the fire a few times.”
+“Speaking of asses … “ His strong hands wandered south, cupping my butt cheeks and giving them a hard squeeze while he rubbed his hard cock against me. “Any chance of you getting out of here for a few hours?”
+“No. I’ve got too much to do.” I licked my lips, thinking about return engagement with his cock. “But I’m free after the show.”
+“Good.”
+“But I want dinner this time.” I pulled him close, licking his ear. “And I’m going to eat it off of your body.”
+I didn’t mistake the shiver that I felt from him nor the change in his dark eyes. “Is that a promise?”
+“Most definitely.” I leaned up to give him a kiss this time. “Now, let me get back to work, okay?”
+“I’ll see you after the show.”
+I couldn’t control my happiness. The other girls, even the _bitch_ , wondered what was going on. Only Marie and Mac know.
+Well, the show’s about to begin and I’ve got to get going. See you later!
+Tuesday, June 8
+It’s almost three in the afternoon and I can’t believe what’s happened. What would you say, Diary, if I told you that Alex is laying on my left side and Mac on my right? You wouldn’t believe me, right? Well, I’m telling the truth. But I bet you want to know how this happened, don’t you?
+The show went off without a hitch, which was to put it lightly, a miracle. One of the club’s regular dancers, a piece of spun sugar that went by the name of Destinee, had the nerve to show up wearing a piece of EmberLyn’s clothing. Only then did we discover that she had stolen EmberLyn’s entire costume bag. We managed to recover all of her stuff, except for a dress that she’d given to a friend.
+Then, twenty minutes before the show started, Darling Mikki, one of the leading performers, started her monthlies and I ended up having to commandeer Krystyl’s car to get tampons at the store. Tampons and ibuprofen, that is.
+Alex showed up as he said he would and sat at a reserved table near the stage, nursing drinks and smiling whenever he caught my eye. My heart raced, of course, but I tried to do my best to keep my mind on the task at hand. It was tough. I kept thinking about Alex’s thick cock pumping deep into my pussy and by the time the first dancer was done, my panties were soaked. I tried to ignore the trickle of juice running down my leg until Marie ran her hand up the inside of my thigh and walked away with a smile, licking her palm.
+The bitch descended on Alex like the plague of locusts, trying to take up where she’d been before and Alex, ever the gentleman, endured her presence until I came up, freshly coiffed and ready for a little action.
+“Alex!”
+“Oh, no!” Amber, also known as the _bitch_ , stood up, her eyes flashing. “You’re not going to pull the same crap on me!”
+“Sorry to burst your bubble but Diana’s my date and I’ve just been passing time with you while waiting for her.”
+Alex’s declaration made my smile even larger and she shrieked in anger, stalking away, but not without throwing me a withering glance. I was happy but I knew I’d have problems with her later. After all, there was another six months to go on this tour.
+“So .. “
+He faced me, a bright smile on his handsome face. “So, how about that dinner?”
+I opted for Chinese. We took the order back to the hotel room and I was happy to find that Mac wasn’t there. I quickly stripped Alex and had him lay on the bed, then opened the containers of sushi and began to set them all over his naked body. Raw salmon on his nipples, cucumber and carrot on his ribs, California-style circling his hard cock. A pink mound of pickled ginger went on his left shoulder and a green lump of wasabi on his right shoulder perched on his right. Grabbing a pair of chopsticks, I looked down at what would probably be the best dinner I’d ever had in my life.
+Until Mac opened the door.
+The look on her face was priceless. She wasn’t as beautiful as her brother, but she shared his DNA. She stood in the doorway, her eyes riveted on the body of her naked Adonis brother, the raw fish buffet on his delicious body and me standing above him with a pair of chopsticks. I had no idea what to say. Neither did Alex.
+“Hungry?” I pasted on a tentative smile and held out a pair of chopsticks.
+I was more than surprised when Mac closed the door and took the utensils from my hand. “Famished.”
+I poured some soy sauce into a shallow waxed bowl and handed it to her. “Let’s eat.”
+And so we ate. I served Alex and fed myself while Mac used the chopsticks mostly around her brother’s rock-hard cock. More than once, I caught her using the sticks to probe his firm meat and the expression on Alex’s face was one of rapture. I had spent so much time on myself that I neglected to think about others, namely Alex and his sister, Mac. Might this be some unknown area of the map?
+I took a slice of pickled ginger and carefully balanced it on the purpled head of Alex’s cock and bent down to eat it off, using my tongue to slide into his pee hole. Alex responded with a moan and looked up at me, then to his sister who had placed a stray slice of salmon on the table-like head of his cock. Without a pause, Mac swallowed the fish and the mushroom head of his cock in one movement. Alex moaned again, this time louder, since it was his sister. I grinned at Mac who promptly smothered me in a kiss, her tongue searing me with a combination of natural heat and wasabi.
+I didn’t need any more coaxing than that kiss, especially when her hand strayed down to my sopping wet panties and burrowed between wet cotton and humid flesh, sliding into my pussy. I hung onto Mac like a drowning rat, accepting her kiss and her domination. Alex slowly arose, the uneaten chunks of sushi falling onto the bed. Rice was everywhere but we didn’t care. Mac released me and she and I pulled out clothes off as Alex lay back, opening his arms to us.
+I let Mac take his mouth and I concentrated on his thick cock, licking it from balls to tip and savoring the sweet taste of his slimy pre-cum. Mac joined me a minute later, swinging her ass towards Alex’s head and both of us moaned against his hard pole as he slid a stiff finger into the depths of our exposed pussies. My lips met Mac’s over Alex’s cock and I shook, my juices jetting out and coating Alex’s finger. Her mouth was so soft, softer than Marie’s, if that was possible and her tongue was as experienced as Marie’s.
+Alex gave me a curt smack on the ass, pushing me around so that I could sink down onto his cock while Mac straddled his face, pulling me back into a deep kiss that threatened to make me soak the bed. Alex filled me up, his thick meat pulsing inside my weeping pussy walls and Mac’s tongue filled my mouth, driving me toward an inescapable orgasm that had me screaming Alex’s name into Mac’s warm mouth.
+Mac hadn’t cum yet. Her moans and whimpers from Alex’s work on her pussy told a story of being close but she hadn’t reached the peak. Now sliding onto her brother’s cum-greased cock, she reached for the stars, allowing me to take her place over Alex’s exploring tongue. It didn’t take me long before I was cumming again, coating his lips, tongue and throat with juices. Mac came seconds later, her fingers tweaking my nipples and a wide smile on her face.
+Alex gently pushed her off and pressed us onto our backs, wanking like a mad man. Thick gobs of his cum shot out onto our bodies and we dutifully rubbed it in, saving a few morsels to taste and share between each other. He gathered us into his arms, alternately giving us kisses and waiting for his cock to reawaken. I reached across his body and touched Mac’s hard nipples, hoping that the night’s festivities weren’t over yet.
+They weren’t.
+Could I have been any luckier, Diary?
+Well, I must go again. Alex has woken up and he’s pushing me up onto my knees, kneeling behind me. God, I want his cock again, but since I feel his breath on my thigh, I think I’m going to get another treat first.
+More later!"
+28,Casual Conversation - Doctor's Order,DanielPrice,Chain Stories,2016-09-30,2016-09-30,2022-01-08 03:46:48,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/casual-conversation-doctors-order,A woman's POV of her first date with the handsome Dr. Andrew.,"['Cunnilingus', 'First Date', 'Pov', 'Romance', 'Romantic']",3.65,"_Andrew has been quietly smiling at you, all night. Not in an unsettling way. He warmly gazes at you, while you vent about work. You understand it's poor form to exhaustingly discuss office politics on a first date, but it's been a particularly rough day and it's difficult to stop nervously talking while the handsome doctor comfortingly stares back at you._
+ _Online dating services are the worst. Two years have merited zero rewards. You've grown disillusioned by the carbon copies of your ex-fiance, underemployed, emotionally-detached man-children. Maybe, that's all that was left, the good ones having been locked down in college or high school, or even sooner._
+ _You were initially reluctant to allow your friend, Stephanie, set you up on a date. She has always had the worst taste in men. She caught your attention, though, when she told you this guy was a doctor. You're not a gold-digger, but being a doctor requires some semblance of having your shit together, a trait in short supply with the men you've dated._
+ _Dr. Andrew immediately impressed, bringing you to a hole-in-the-wall, Vietnamese restaurant. The seafood pho has been a revelation. You must've walked by this place a hundred times and never given it a second thought. The owner greeted him like he was a member of their family. ""Doctor!"" she called to him, gathering him in a warm embrace. ""You're a very pretty lady,"" she said, making you blush._
+ _'He must be the nicest guy on the planet', you think to yourself. You don't believe anyone could possibly enjoy listening to you talk this much. You force yourself to rein in your train of thought, hoping he might begin talking about himself._
+*****
+Oh, no! That sucks!
+No, I don't feel you're being irrational, at all. Your boss is wrong to treat you that way. He's clearly perpetuating an antiquated way of thinking. It's a whole new world out there, not that the behavior was acceptable 50 years ago.
+I definitely believe that's what it is. He feels intimidated by you. But truthfully, it's difficult to not feel intimidated by a strong, beautiful woman.
+No, you're not talking too much. I'm enjoying listening to you. Your voice. I don't know. It's soothing. It's nice. It's been a rough day.
+I've never really thought about it. We don't have workplace drama the way your office does. Even the pettiest of people seem to put differences aside when lives are on the line.
+I've been working at this hospital for 2 years. But this will be 9 years, total, practicing medicine.
+Nothing bad. I just got bored working at a white, upper-class, suburban hospital. 4th of July's were busy, though.
+Actually, I never saw a gunshot wound until my first day, here. I was uneasy about my decision, at first. It can be madness. It's chaotic. But it's also great, in a way. People here really seem to be appreciative of what you do.
+Oh, my god. We closed down the place, didn't we?. I didn't realize we'd been here that long.
+I don't want to stop talking to you, either.
+That's a great idea, a place with a view. I know the perfect spot.
+-
+I swear I'm not an alcoholic. My boss gave this to me as a Christmas present. It's sort of been in my car ever since.
+I don't know if it's good or not. I'm not a big liquor drinker. A lot of the people I work with are liquor connoisseurs. They know all that 'single-malt', 'ABV' mumbo-jumbo. I come from a pretty small town. If you were drinking liquor, it was probably Jack or Everclear and you were mixing it without about as much Hawaiian Punch as you possibly could.
+Yeah, my parents are still out there. I try to visit them once or twice a year, but I haven't seen them in about nine moths.
+Absolutely, I miss them. I talk to my mother on the phone, at least, once a week. I've just been very busy. There's not much time for anything. This is actually my first date in about six months.
+No, I don't ever want to move back. I'm pretty intent on making a life for myself out here. Work hard. Find people that are important to me.
+We're here.
+Don't think of this the wrong way. I know, it looks totally weird, a hotel. I didn't book a room. I just wanted to show you something really, really cool. I must warn you, though, we are technically breaking in.
+No, it's nothing like that! Look me in the eyes. I'm telling you, this view from the top is so beautiful, the little bit of danger involved is absolutely worth it. If you do what I say, I promise, you'll thank me later.
+Step one: The second I finish this phone call, we need to exit the car, and walk in, casually, like we're supposed to be there. Hold my hand, if you want to. The elevators only operate with room keys, this time of night. We'll have about 30 seconds before the concierge makes it there.
+Yes, this is Room 22.14. Um, the phone in our room doesn't seem to be working. Please, send someone, immediately.
+Go!
+-
+ _Hold the door!_
+ _Thank you, so much. Oh, you're going to the 22nd floor, too. How lovely?_
+Hide in here. Quickly.
+I didn't see maintenance coming. It's so tight in here. I'm sorry, but I'm enjoying being so close to you. Your skin is so soft. You smell wonderful.
+Sorry. Okay, at the end of the hallway is the service elevator. We need to go to the 24th floor. You can only go as high as the 22nd on the main elevator.
+Once we get up there, there's the penthouse to the right and an emergency exit to the left. It says an alarm will go off, but it won't. There's going to be a ladder that will take us to the roof.
+Everything will be okay, I promise. Just try to be as quiet as you can.
+-
+You go first. I'll make sure you don't fall.
+No, I'm not. I swear. As much as I want to, I'm not looking up your dress.
+Thanks for being such a trooper. I feel kind of like a spazz bringing you up on a silly adventure.
+And that's why you're so awesome. Of course, you would understand the coolness in things like this.
+Come on around here! Take a look!
+I know, right? Isn't it gorgeous? I told you the view was beautiful. You can see the entire city. And that moon. We picked the perfect night to come up here. It's a shame they don't let people come out. It's such an extravagant hotel, you'd think they'd exploit every bit of beauty in it. You get a different perspective on things up here. You take things for granted when you look at everything up close.
+This is only my second time. You're the first person I've brought with me.
+One of the doctors I work with told me about. She's into urban exploration. I asked her about the coolest things she's seen. She told me about this gorgeous view she saw.
+Oh, my god! You brought the scotch. I suppose it would be a waste if we didn't have a drink viewing something so remarkable. What should we drink to?
+To the moon. Salut.
+Oh, my god! What is that stuff? Whoo! That'll warm you right up.
+Don't laugh at me. I'm not used to drinking this stuff. Come here. I want to talk to you. Come here. Closer. I want to kiss you...please.
+The scotch definitely tastes better on your lips.
+I miss this, making out. It's fun.
+You're welcome. I'm glad I could share this with you.
+That's okay. I don't fuck on the first date, either.
+The way you said it, though. It sounded like you had the urge to. Like you needed to say it to stop yourself.
+I felt the same way too. You did kind of trigger my oral fixation by kissing me.
+Mmm, yeah. I really do. I want to eat that pussy so badly. I want to taste you. I've been craving it since I saw those black panties of yours going up the ladder.
+I know what I said, but I couldn't help it. It looked so fucking good. I could tell you were already getting wet, and I just needed to put my mouth on it.
+Please? Can I? I want it.
+So fucking bad. So fucking bad.
+Pull up your dress. Lean back on the ledge.
+Your panties are a mess.
+You gotta wait. You're going to have to endure feeling my hot breath on it for a little while longer.
+Your skin is so soft. I love kissing the insides of your thighs.
+You couldn't help yourself, huh? Putting your hand on the back of my head. I like a woman who takes charge.
+You taste so good. You taste sweet. Like lilikoi cream.
+You like it when I bury my face in your pussy? Dragging my wet tongue all over your clit. Sucking on it.
+Sorry, if I'm getting a little ravenous. I don't know what it is. I get a little lost when I eat pussy. I love to fuck, but there's something about devouring a perfect, tight slit. It's so beautiful. I already know, I gotta do this again sometime.
+God, it's so sexy that sound you make.
+Come on.
+More tongue on your clit? Do you like it? You like the tip grinding into it?
+You have such a flawless pussy.
+Fuck, yes.
+Come on.
+Mmm.
+Oh, wow. Sorry, I didn't realize you came. I lost my brain there for a second. I get riled up and I can't seem to help myself.
+You taste so fucking delicious. Yeah. Wow. Jesus.
+Am I? Well, I've never done anything like that before. That was so much fun.
+You're right. We should probably get down."
+29,Dance of Days Ch. 02,Goldeniangel,Chain Stories,2005-06-30,2005-06-30,2022-01-08 03:46:49,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/dance-of-days-ch-02,Tuesday's Child is full of grace.,[''],4.26,"_Tuesday's child is full of grace._
+Daria spun gracefully, her arms arched over her head with one leg bent and toe pointed at her knee before jumping forward and joining Alan in a long line of leaps across the stage. Coming together they pressed their hands together with one leg trailing behind them, walked in a circle and then pulled away before she stepped in front of him and he bent her backwards, lowering her arched body until her arm was draped onto the floor the same way her legs were. They held the pose for a moment before he pulled her up and she giggled as he held her close.
+""The dance is over,"" she reminded him, playfully pushing him away.
+""I know,"" he grinned at her, ""But can you blame me for being... inspired?"" Waggling his eyebrows at her lasciviously he ran his eyes over her slight body. Daria really was beautiful, and he loved to dance with her... and he'd really like to do so much more but he'd never known her to have any kind of relationship beyond friendship with one of her dance partners.
+Flaunting her hips at him she started the steps to one of the more provocative parts of their routine, shimmying and twisting, her long legs gracefully leaping and spreading. Watching her expressive and flowing movements he could feel his groin tightening, and he had to fight the sensation... dancer's tights weren't really ideal for concealing a hard-on.
+Throwing in a few moves of her own, she spun and leaped until she was in front of him and suddenly the back of her body was pressing against his, her head leaning back onto his shoulder as she rolled down. Raising her arms above her head she put them around the back of his neck and then dragged them down his shoulders and chest as she lowered herself, plie-ing until her head reached his belly and then raising herself up again. Alan stifled a groan as her body rubbed against his, her small but firm ass pressing against his partially hard dick... he kept his hands at his sides, not trusting himself . Turning to look up at him, Daria pursed her lips, ""Come on Alan, how much more oobvious do I have to be?""
+Completely dumbfounded he looked down at her pretty face, the serious and playful look that filled her dark eyes; they filled with laughter as he stared at her and she went up on tip toes to kiss him. Her lips caressed his and he pressed down against her, bringing his hand up to cup her face gently as the kiss deepened. Still unbelieving, he waited until she made the next move, her hands sliding under the tank top that he was wearing and pulling it over his head. As she began kissing down his chest he moaned and looked down at where her lips were teasing his nipple.
+""I thought you didn't have relations with your dance partners,"" he said hoarsely, his dick was aching in its confinement, but he didn't want to do anything that would cause her to dislike him.
+Coming back up to look at him in the face she told him, ""I haven't before, but that doesn't mean I don't. And I've liked you for a really long time... but you never put the moves on me and someone told me you actually believed that I didn't date my partners.""
+""Well, no one's ever known you to do it before,"" he admitted, ""So I thought it was just something you didn't do.""
+Smiling she kissed him lightly again, ""I just haven't been interested in any of them before. I'm interested in you.""
+""Oh I am definitely interested in you,"" he breathed, and this time it was him who initiated the kiss and she smiled in delight as his lips lowered. Passionately they kissed, his hands sliding down her back and pulling her close to him.
+""Would you like to go to my place?"" she whispered, and his heart (and his dick) leapt in excitement. Daria glanced around the workout room with its hard wooden floors, the exercise bar and all the mirrors, ""The mirrors here are nice, but it doesn't look to comfortable.""
+Alan laughed and they shouldered their bags, walking out holding hands.
+************************************
+When they reached Daria's house the first thing they did was hit the shower... caressing and kissing they undressed each other. His breath caught in his throat as he saw her naked for the first time, perfectly shaped with small but firm curves and a small patch of hair on her mound. Kissing from her belly to her nipples, her skin was salty against his tongue.
+She moaned as he sucked on her nipple, taking his head in her hands and pulling him up for a kiss on the lips, saying, ""Let's get clean before starting any of that.""
+It was the most sensuous shower he'd ever taken, they kissed and pressed against each other in the hot water, soaping their bodies and hair together. On the pretense of making sure all the soap was off, he ran his hands all over her slick body, squeezing gently whenever he found a particularly sensitive spot. Kissing as the water pounded down on them, she felt fantastic, sliding against his body in the most erotic way.
+They got out of the shower, eager and dripping, toweling each other off and teasing... Alan even managed to slide his tongue along her wet slit as he toweled off her legs. Daria moaned and returned the favor by licking the head of his very hard dick, just enough to tease but not putting any real pressure on it. Kissing again they headed into the bedroom where she disengaged and went to leap on the bed, posing provocatively... even just crawling onto a bed she was incredibly elegant, every movement as graceful as when she danced.
+Her long legs spread as he began kissing from her toes up to her hips, up to her breasts and finally at her lips; he was kneeling between her thighs, his hands caressing her breasts as their tongues twined. Running her own hands over his muscled shoulders, she pulled him further down on top of herself so that she could feel his dick pressing against her hip. Pushing him off of her for a moment she pulled her long legs up so that they were on either of his shoulders, her body bent nearly in half; he kissed her ankles, sliding his hands in a long caress down her thighs to her ass. Pulling her hips towards him he lined up his dick with her pussy hole, it was wet and slick and he felt his dick throb as he began to push in.
+""Ohhhh... yes Alan!"" she moaned as his dick began its erotic slide into her wet hole, her muscles clasped and massaged him as he pressed deeper, gasping at her tight slickness. As he buried himself inside her she wriggled underneath him and arched her back, pressing her breasts up into the air. Leaning forward he sucked one nipple into his mouth as he began to thrust, pumping in and out of her body while he suckled at her breast. Her own slim fingers reached down to toy with his little nipples, pinching them gently and he groaned as the sensations went straight to his aching dick.
+It was incredibly hard not to just cum in that incredible velvet sheath, not to just lose control... he went slowly, carefully, making sure that he never reached the point of no return. Daria deserved better than that and he was going to give it to her. Grinding his hips against her, he would rest from his thrusts by rubbing his groin on hers, stimulating her clit and making her pussy clasp him even tighter. Her whole body was so amazingly muscled he probably shouldn't have been surprised at the elasticity of her pussy and the fantastic way it caressed him, but he was. Groaning, he tried to control himself as her pussy rippled around him, massaging his entire shaft.
+Pulling his head down for a kiss Daria whispered to him, ""You can go harder... I'm close..."" and her lips locked with his as his hips began to thrust roughly, making her body shudder underneath his. Wrapping his arms under her shoulders he had her bent nearly in two as he pumped and grinded against her, ramming hard and fast until her mouth opened under his and she let out a cry.
+Her pussy gripped him its hardest yet, convulsing around him in ecstacy and sucking him deeper into her body; with one final thrust he came, emptying himself into that fantastic pussy that milked him for all he was worth. They passed the finish line together, breathless and ecstatic, until he lay on top of her, her legs sliding down either side of them.
+Tired, but content, Daria nuzzled his ear, ""Wanna spend the night?""
+""Only if I can make you breakfast tomorrow morning,"" he kissed her and her eyes lit up."
+30,Dance of Days Ch. 03,Bakeboss,Chain Stories,2009-02-09,2009-02-09,2022-01-08 03:46:50,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/dance-of-days-ch-03,He discovers his loving wife is not what she seems.,"['Anal', 'Bondage', 'Cuckold', 'Femdom']",2.96,"WEDNESDAY'S CHILD IS FULL OF WOE:
+I awoke, or maybe I should say came to, with my whole body in pain. My wife of three days had seemingly changed overnight. My first wife after ten good years of marriage had thrown me out of the house after discovering my affair with Irene. Loving Irene, after telling her, she held me close and told me she would take away my pain and that she would be there for me. Irene warned me that my wife would become vindictive and would want to strip me of all my possessions. She hatched an ingenious plan; if I put everything I had into her name, my wife couldn't touch it. The plan worked perfectly, the court could not locate any of my assets, and with the assets my wife possessed I wouldn't even be required to pay alimony.
+As soon as my divorce was final, Irene and I married. She told me she only wanted to honeymoon in our bedroom and I couldn't think of a better place to start our marriage. The first two days were the happiest days of my life. My first wife thought sex was a filthy habit and said once a month with the lights off was more than she could stand. Irene thought we should fuck all day and only stop when we were too sore to go on. Then on the third day she informed me, she was already bored with my 'teeny weenie' as she called it and wanted to bring in someone else to share our marriage bed.
+""I thought you loved me, how can you say those things about me. There's no way I'll accept another man in our bed.""
+As I wept in our bed like a little boy Irene stroked my head and told me not to worry everything would be OK.
+""I'll go make us some martinis and we can fuck some more.""
+I was already woozy after the first drink but I'm really not much of a drinker so I didn't think much about it. Irene must have put something in my drink because I kept going from reality to a dream like state all day. When the other man showed up I was so spaced I didn't even care. I watched as if in a dream as he caressed my wife's naked body taking any liberties he felt like. I remember them putting me in a chair close to the bed so I could see this man take my wife. He was so aggressive with her and with her screaming I was sure he was hurting her but then I realized she was screaming for more and for him to keep fucking her.
+I must have passed out for when I awoke I was strapped to the bed with some kind of a ball secured in my mouth. When Irene came back into the bedroom, she smiled and said she was glad to see me awake.
+""I want to have some fun with you and I want you to be able to feel it.""
+Irene took hold of my penis and that is when I realized it was encased in some kind of devise. Irene told me it was a chastity devise that I would be wearing until she felt like unlocking it. She took it off and held my penis as she poured lotion on it. She began playing with me,
+""I want you to come for me David, in my hand. I want to feel your seed, come on be a good boy.""
+I didn't want to but I couldn't stop, as she looked me in the eye I spurted into her hand.
+""I should have known with those little marbles of yours you wouldn't be able to even fill a thimble. David I'm going to make you my cum boy, you will be eating all the cum I collect from my lovers. Here take a taste of yours.""
+She dabbled her finger in the palm of her hand and spread it under my nose. I was thinking with the gag in my mouth she at least couldn't put any in my mouth.
+""I bet you think your new ball gag is keeping you from getting a taste, but what you can't see is the hole in the center. That's what this little funnel is for see.""
+I could feel the tip of the funnel hit my tongue as she pushed it through the gag. I felt the cum on my tongue before I tasted it, I started retch but when I realized I might choke in my own vomit I controlled it. Next, she picked up a condom full of her lover's cum and let it empty into the funnel. I choked and almost swooned but I managed to swallow it all. Irene then took the dirty condom and put on my penis, then locked me back into my cage.
+Irene unstrapped one leg, brought it up over my head, and then did the same to the other leg. I tried to resist but I was too weak to stop her. She stepped into the bathroom and when she returned, she had some kind of harness with a huge phallic shape attached to it. I kept shaking my head as I watched her obscenely rub lube all over it next; she violated my rectum with her lube- covered finger. The pain was so intense when she entered me with her strap-on, as she called it, I was sure my sphincter was torn beyond repair. Irene looked into my eyes as she brutally assaulted my back door.
+""I want you to know I'm the one who told your ex-wife about us, as we made love in your bed. I used this same dildo on her as I told her about you and me. I think she was more hurt that I had betrayed her than of you having an affair.""
+I was in too much pain to be shocked but I kept asking myself how I could be so wrong when it came to picking women. My first wife a lesbian and my second wife a sadist and yet I thought both to be loving women.
+This brings my tale back to waking on that fourth day. I didn't know where Irene was but was glad she wasn't here. I didn't even shower; I just threw a few things into a bag and fled. I drove around not knowing where to go but somehow I ended up at my first wife's house, as I pulled around the corner the first thing I saw was Irene's car in the drive way. I parked down the street and snuck back to peak in a window. I found them in the bedroom, my first wife, my second wife, and her lover all in my old bed making love. I reached for my penis, and then realized I was still locked in my cage and I could see the key around Irene's neck. Not only were all my possessions in her name she even had control of my penis. It was then that I understood that I was to become Irene's love slave. I meekly drove home and awaited Irene's return."
+31,Dance of Days Ch. 04,McKenna,Chain Stories,2005-07-12,2005-07-12,2022-01-08 03:46:52,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/dance-of-days-ch-04,Thursday's Child.,"['Biker', 'Doggie Style', 'Fargo', 'Harley Davidson', 'Motorcycle', 'Prairie', 'Rough', 'Seattle', 'Sturgis', 'Thong']",4.67,"_**""Thursday's child has far to go...""**_
+Chloe Zanders cranked the volume on her Durango's stereo and rolled down the windows. _Fargo-freakin'-North Dakota,_ she thought, and smiled a bemused smile. The air traveling in through the open window was cool while the sun beating through the windshield was hot. It was late afternoon in the month of August and Chloe Zanders of Seattle, Washington was on her way to Fargo, North Dakota.
+ _""Where are you going?"" her boss had asked when Chloe put in for vacation time._
+""I don't know Bill, somewhere.""
+""You don't know where you're going? You're just going to hang around Seattle all week?""
+Chloe ran a distracted hand through her hair. She blew a stray, auburn curl off her forehead with a frustrated sigh and asked, ""Why do I need a destination? I mean, really? And so what if I stay at home!"" she added, slightly annoyed at his line of questioning.
+""It's just that you haven't had a vacation in two years, Chloe. God knows I've been trying to get you to take one, but you've always refused,"" her boss said gently as he looked at her over the rim of his out-of-date glasses. ""And then you come in here out of the blue and tell me you're taking time off. Well, I think you should enjoy it. Go somewhere. Do something. Be young, Chloe,"" he said paternally.
+Chloe sighed. Be _young,_ he'd said, as if somehow she were acting geriatric. _Okay,_ she conceded, _he had a point._ She'd been working herself hard the past five years trying to get a foothold in her profession; her hard work had gotten her a decent job with a good boss —but absolutely no social life. It wasn't that she was bored, really, just ...restless. She'd been too busy working part-time and going to school for a social life in college and grad school. Once she'd started her job she'd been so focused on moving up the corporate ladder she'd completely neglected her social one. Chloe wanted to experience something new. She wanted to get away. She wanted to find herself.
+ _Find myself,_ she rolled her eyes at the thought as she stared out over miles and miles of grassland. _What a worn-out cliché._ She smiled sardonically while she thumped her palm on the steering wheel in time to the music. She was listening to music that was popular when she'd been too young to appreciate it. Hell, she'd barely been old enough to walk! Still, she liked the driving beat and classic sounds of 70's rock.
+ _""Slow ride,""_ Chloe sang to the music, _""Take it easy.""_ Out of the corner of her eye she noticed in the rearview mirror an approaching motorcycle. She'd seen a lot of them on the road between here and Seattle, but hadn't yet seen one, _solitary_ biker; they usually seemed to ride in packs. Considering the wide open spaces and less-traveled roads of the West, she could understand why riding through it on the back of a bike attracted the riders in droves. She kept her speed constant with her foot on the gas pedal and watched as the motorcycle slowly ate up the distance between her vehicle and his. As he pulled out to pass her, Chloe couldn't help but notice the sleek lines of his bike, all polished chrome and black metal paint. Sweet ride, she thought, and continued to scope the bike with her coffee-colored eyes. She couldn't help but notice the driver as well, though he came into focus slightly slower than the bike. She let her eyes trail up his boot-clad calves to his thick, leathered-covered thighs. Thick thighs. _Yummy thighs,_ she thought, _the kind a woman could ride like he's riding that bike._ He wore a tight, white t-shirt and a black leather vest over a chest that was just as thick as his thighs. His arms were tanned and muscular, and she could just see the faint design of a Celtic tattoo encircling his upper arm.
+As the biker pulled up beside her Chloe did something she'd normally never do: she sped up. She didn't want to lose sight of this biker just yet, she hadn't seen enough. The biker turned to look at her, his eyes covered by black sunglasses. Chloe sucked in an appreciative breath; his face was square and tanned, and from what she could see, he seemed quite attractive. He had dark hair with the faintest trace of silver threading through it and a goatee that was slightly grayer than the gray in his hair. Chloe wondered what color his eyes would be. Blue? Green? Chloe smiled at the biker and pulled her foot off the gas. In the split-second before he pulled away, he gave her the faintest, approving nod, then sped off down the road.
+ _Mmm mmm mmm,_ Chloe thought. _Now that would be one sweet ride_ —and she wasn't thinking about the bike, either.
+One hour and an empty gas tank later, Chloe pulled into a truck stop outside of Fargo, North Dakota. As she pulled up next to fueling kiosk, she noticed a bike parked on the opposite side.
+ _Nah, can't be,_ she thought, though she studied the bike intently. She put the SUV into park and got out and stretched muscles that were sore from sitting too long. She studied the bike from the corner of her eye, but without the accompanying rider present she couldn't be certain if it was the same bike she'd seen earlier out on the highway. _Too bad,_ Chloe thought. She had a sweet tooth when it came to eye candy, and he was definitely sweet.
+She turned her back to the bike and bent over the driver's seat to rummage around in the cab for her wallet. _It must have slid under the seat,_ she thought, when she couldn't find it anywhere else. She stretched out over the seat and reached under the passenger side stool, her bottom wiggling in the air for all and sundry to see. ""Aha!"" she mumbled when her fingers ticked against the soft, leather casing. She extricated it -and herself- from the vehicle and turned towards the pump.
+""Howdy.""
+Chloe stopped dead in her tracks. It was _him!_ Her cheeks warmed tellingly as she was flooded with guilt and embarrassment for behavior out on the highway. She cleared her throat and glanced away from his knowing gaze. _So they're silver,_ she thought, thinking of his eyes as she pushed her wind-blown hair off her forehead. _It just figures everything about this man would be black and gray,_ an amused smile lifted the corners of her mouth.
+She turned to him then with a sheepish grin, ""Hi there.""
+He smiled, and she realized his eyes were lit with recognition and humor, and something else ...appreciation? Chloe admonished herself not to preen. _Down girl, down!_ she thought. He started fiddling with the laces on his saddle bags so Chloe turned to her truck and started filling up her tank with gas.
+ _Dayum!_ she thought, _That has got to be one of the most purely masculine men I've ever seen!_ Chloe bit her lip and studied him from beneath her lashes. She didn't know what it was, but this man exuded a kind of raw sex appeal that set her very feminine nerves on fire just from watching him. He moved deliberately and gracefully, the tendons in his forearms flexing and relaxing as he checked over his bike. The waning light of late afternoon caught each nuance of muscle and sinew, as well as the silvery highlights in his hair. Although he was older than Chloe, it was hard for her to determine his age. _He's like Sean Connery,_ she thought, _this guy's going to be sexy 'till the day he dies!_
+Just then the man looked up and caught Chloe staring. Before her glance skittered away, she saw him smile again, flashing his white teeth and a pair of deep dimples in either cheek. _Good Lord,_ Chloe thought. _Get a grip already, woman!_ 'Getting a grip' was not about to happen, however, as just then the man bent over his bike to check something on the opposite side and Chloe's mouth dropped open in blatant feminine appreciation. His ass was perfect. His jeans pulled snugly over a rear that was tight, a rear that was muscled and well-defined, a rear with enough meat on it that a woman could really grab hold when the thrusting got intense.
+The click from the pump signaling the tank was full snapped Chloe out of her reverie. She turned, reluctantly, and tended to her vehicle. She could still hear him fiddling around with his bike and felt loathe to see him go. When she turned around she was surprised to find the handsome stranger's eyes following the movement of her body. Her nipples pulled tight under her tank top at his perusal and Chloe stumbled inadvertently. His eyes shot to hers and he grinned. Chloe blushed. _Christ, I might as well tattoo ´Fuck Me' on my forehead!_ she thought, embarrassed at her adolescent-like slip up.
+ _This is silly,_ she ranted in her head, _I'm a grown woman. Educated. If not sophisticated then certainly house-trained. What the hell is my problem? One look from a sexy stranger and I get tongue tied._ ""Where're you headed?"" she surprised herself by asking suddenly.
+The man leaned back against his bike as if he had all the time in the world to answer her question and folded his arms across his expansive chest. ""Sturgis,"" he replied.
+A flicker of recognition spread over Chloe's features. ""Oh, the bike rally thing?"" she asked.
+""Yeah,"" he let his gaze drip down over her body like a slow-melting ice cube. Drip. Drip. Drip. Chloe fought the urge to squirm. Instead she pushed her palms into the back pockets of her faded jeans. The muscles lining the man's throat work tellingly as his eyes fastened on Chloe's ample breasts and curvy hips. Chloe smiled with satisfaction.
+""Your Harley's a beauty"" she opined, nodding towards his bike.
+""Yeah, it's a smooth ride. It's a Road King, set up for long rides."" Chloe warmed to the note of pride in his voice. He obviously liked his bike, but he spoke of it in a way that was neither arrogant nor showy. ""So 've you got far to go?"" he asked with a glance to her out-of-state plates.
+Chloe's heart thumped hard in her chest. What would he do if she told him she was on her way to Sturgis, too? _Nah, I can't do that._ Chloe thought, though she eyed him hungrily. She schooled her features and shrugged in what she hoped was a nonchalant manner. ""Not far."" She licked her lips slowly and met his stare directly. ""It all depends on the destination.""
+A slow, lazy smile crept up over the man's features and his eyes sparkled dangerously. Chloe's insides somersaulted at his expression. He jerked his chin towards his bike and asked, ""You wanna ride?""
+Chloe smiled. _HELL YES!_ her mind screamed, but she answered Mr. Harley with a simple, husky ""Yeah."" It was far past the time for Chloe live a little, sew a wild oat or two, be _young_ for Christ's sake. _Why the hell not?!_ she mused.
+""Let's go then."" His voice sent delicious quivers of anticipation down Chloe's spine. Chloe finished her credit card transaction at the pump while her handsome stranger mounted his bike. She nearly tripped again while ogling the way his jeans pulled tightly over his thighs as he adjusted himself on the seat of the bike. _Drool!_ Chloe thought.
+She parked her SUV on the far side of the lot near the semi-trucks and grabbed her jacket before stepping out of the vehicle. The loud, throbbing noise of the Harley nearly deafened her at the same time its vibrations tickled her toes on the pavement. ""Get on,"" he spoke above the noise of the engine. Chloe didn't need a second invitation. She slipped her arms into her jacket and straddled the machine with all the finesse of an expert. _Thank God I didn't trip again,_ she thought, as the man slowly pulled out of the parking lot.
+Once out on the highway he gunned the engine, making the bike shoot off down the highway with alarming speed. Chloe screamed, a little startled at the unexpected throttle, and instinctively wrapped her arms around the man's waist. She felt his chest rumble with laughter, laughter which she echoed. Chloe had no idea where they were going, and for the first time in her life she didn't care. All she cared about was the way the wind whipped through her hair and stung her cheeks, and the way this man's warm, undeniably masculine body felt pressed up against her own, feminine one. The sun dipped low on the horizon as the pair continued down the deserted two-lane highway. Chloe marveled at the gloaming time of night, at the way the sun kissed everything in its path and gilded it with warm, soft color. She inhaled deeply, filling her nostrils with the scent of the grasslands they rode through and the leather from the clothing the man in front of her wore.
+The bike felt like a living thing between her thighs. The vibrations of the motor traveled up her calves and thighs to her inner femininity, reminding her that she was indeed a sexual creature, and she was embarking on something dangerous and fun. _He could be taking me out to the hills to rape me,_ she thought, then grinned. _Well, it wouldn't be_ rape, _exactly..._ She leaned her cheek onto his shoulder blade and scooted a little closer to him on the bike. She was surprised when he seemed to push back into her, bumping her practically exposed clitoris with his buttocks. Chloe tensed, startled. She relaxed when she felt the rumble of a chuckle in his chest again, which caused her cheeks warm. _He'd done it on purpose!_
+ _Two can play that game,_ Chloe thought. She loosed her hands from around his waist and let them slide slowly down the tops of his thighs while she pushed the plump mounds of her breasts into his back. She was rewarded with a quickly indrawn breath, but wasn't given a chance to gloat for long: He grabbed one of her hands that was skimming his thigh and dragged it towards the apex of his thighs. Chloe gasped and tugged her hand free before she'd come into contact with the bulge she was well aware lay nestled there. This time she heard him laugh out loud above the roar of the bike. He took her hand again, and tucked it firmly around his waist, giving it a ""good girl"" pat when she held tightly and refrained from letting her hands wander again.
+After another twenty minutes of open road the man slowed the bike to make a sharp, right-hand turn. Chloe noticed a small bluff of sandstone and guessed that would be their destination. Her heart accelerated exponentially as the bike decelerated. By the time they pulled up to the bluff, Chloe was breathless. She could barely take in the tumbled boulders or the grassy knoll leading up to the small cliff.
+""You first,"" he said, after killing the engine. Chloe was hesitant. Would he dump her here in the middle of nowhere and take off like a bat out of hell? _Don't be silly,_ she admonished herself, and then realized he wanted her to get off first so he could hold the bike steady. He'd even scooted up on the gas tank more to give her room.
+Chloe inched her way off the bike. It wasn't exactly a graceful dismount, but he didn't seem to notice. Chloe waited uncertainly while he swung his leg over the bike and put down the kick stand. She watched as he scanned his bike quickly, then turned those silver-gray eyes on her. Chloe squirmed. She blushed and looked away, then looked back and bit her lip uncertainly. His lips twitched in a predatory smile.
+He started walking towards her then, purposeful strides, as if he were stalking her. Chloe gulped and fought the urge to step back. Instead she held her ground, hands shoved into the back pockets of her jeans like earlier. He stopped in front of her, mere inches away, definitely invading her personal comfort zone. Chloe gulped and tilted her head up to meet his gaze.
+""What's your name, girl?"" his tone was quiet and deep, his eyes searching hers.
+""Is it important?"" Chloe asked softly.
+""I'm Patri—"" Chloe cut him off by placing the pad of her index finger against his lips. The physical contact of her flesh to his sent a jolt through her arm and down her body. Her nipples tightened painfully in awareness while a steady stream of warmth pooled in the pit of her stomach. ""Shhh,"" she shushed him. Then lifted her lips to his, removed her finger and closed her eyes.
+Chloe may have been the initiator of the kiss, but she was definitely not the one who took control. That fact became crystal clear as the man she could only surmise was named ""Patrick"" molded his lips to hers. His kiss was fierce and demanding. His lips slid over hers in a manner Chloe could only describe as possessive. It sent a secret little thrill of pleasure straight to the apex of her thighs and made her groan, audibly.
+Patrick threaded his fingers through Chloe's hair and tugged her closer, melding his body to hers while he plundered the sweet, soft lips she'd willingly proffered him. Chloe trembled as she strove to meet him kiss for kiss. She gasped when he thrust his hips into her body and she felt the proof of his arousal. She broke away from his kiss, startled, only to look up and see that same mixture of humor and arousal in his silver-gray eyes she'd noticed earlier. When his mouth quirked up in a slow, sexy grin, and his eyebrow lifted in challenge, Chloe did the only thing she could think of: She reached out with the palm of her small hand and caressed the leather-encased bulge at his groin.
+The man groaned and momentarily closed his eyes. Chloe grinned in feminine triumph. It was a game of chase, and Chloe had just tagged him ""it"". She hadn't long to wait for retribution; when Patrick opened his eyes they seemed darker, more dangerous, lit from within by an eternal, primitive desire. He grabbed Chloe's hand and pressed it tighter to his arousal while grinding against her palm. Chloe sucked a startled breath and watched, mesmerized, at the way his hips thrust wantonly as his cock swelled beneath the leather. _Oh Lord,_ she thought, imagining that cock thrusting between her legs. She bit her lip tellingly and pressed her hand harder against him. She was rewarded with sexy little chuckle, then his hands threaded through her hair again and he drew her face upwards for his kiss.
+This time the kiss was no less intense, but slightly softer. He nibbled at her lips until she opened them, then plunged his tongue in to mate with hers. Chloe felt her knees weaken at the double assault of his sensuous mouth sliding over hers and his leather-clad cock bumping against her palm. When he slid his lips from hers and trailed damp, heated kisses across her jaw, Chloe waited expectantly; she was not disappointed when his lips found the sensitive spot on the side of her neck that always made her horny as hell. She moaned softly into the quiet, prairie air and forgot, momentarily, about anything other than this man's lips seductively plundering her inhibitions.
+Her skin felt oversensitive as she turned her head to the side, allowing him greater access to the long, pale column of her throat. She was rewarded with a little nip and a playful suckle; Chloe found herself sliding her palms up to grasp his arms, hanging on for support lest she fall down from his sensual onslaught.
+The man pulled his lips away from her neck long enough to ask with a note of challenge in his voice, ""You're not going to let me win so easily, are you little one?""
+Chloe chuckled and rose to the bait; she slipped her hands under the flaps of his vest and pushed it off over his broad shoulders. She watched her hands smooth over his hard, muscular frame until the vest fell with a _plop_ onto the ground. Then, biting her lip in concentration while not quite meeting his eyes with her own, she slid her hands up under his t-shirt. She smiled at the pleasing sensation of his warm, firm flesh beneath her fingertips. She slid her palms up over his abdomen, over the hard, defined lines of his chest, she pushed his t-shirt up until she could push it up no more because of his height. She looked at him then, asking him for help with her eyes. He smiled in understanding and grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged it off over his head.  
+ _Wow,_ Chloe thought, as she stood there ogling this biker man from heaven. _Incredible._ Her thoughts tumbled over each other as she took in his body, naked from the waist up, clad only in leather from the waist down. She licked her lips in anticipation. _I could just eat him up,_ she thought, her cheeks warming with a combination of embarrassment and lust.
+Chloe didn't have long to become accommodated to his near-naked state. Her eyes opened in surprise as his fingers fell to the fastenings of his pants and began to unzip. For each inch that he zipped down, Chloe's eyebrows shot up. She watched, panting breathlessly, as his pubic hair was revealed, then the swollen root of his cock. Her eyes flashed to his. _He didn't wear underwear?!_
+He wore a triumphant smile, Chloe noticed as her eyes met his. _Oooh,_ she thought, _he's playing with me._ Lowering her brows and donning a determined expression, Chloe decided to up the ante. She shrugged out of her jacket then, perhaps with more haste than grace, but she wanted to get to her tank top and bra underneath. She met the man's eyes then, but noticed from her peripheral vision that his hands seemed to be playing in the general area of his groin. She fought the urge to look down and see if his cock was exposed. Instead, she ripped her tank top off in one surprisingly fluid motion and watched the man drink in her near-naked body. She grinned and reached for the clasp of her bra behind her back.
+""Go for it, girl,"" he encouraged her, and Chloe did just that. With nimble fingers she unhooked her bra and slid it down her pale, slim shoulders. Her nipples were so tight and aroused it was almost painful. The added sensation of cooler, evening air didn't help. Chloe let the bra drop to the ground just as the man groaned audibly and reached out to cover her breasts with large, tanned hands.
+He wasted no time with subtlety; instead he grabbed each considerable breast in his hands and squeezed. His fingers played about her nipples, pinching them slightly before his head dipped in for a sensual suckle at the pointed tip. Chloe moaned and arched her back instinctively, thrusting more of her breast into his mouth. He rewarded her by moving to the opposite nipple to suckle it the same way as he had the first.
+Chloe felt the juncture between her thighs moisten considerably. Her breasts felt swollen and heavy as Patrick continued to lave them expertly with his tongue. She threaded her fingers through his hair and held him to her breast as she fought to stay upright under his sensual assault. She tensed only slightly when she felt his hand slide down her waist and hip, then across her thigh to nestle possessively over her jean-covered mound. He rubbed the heel of his palm against her clit and Chloe moaned, thrusting her hips into him. He chuckled in response, removing his lips from her breasts only to place them at her lips.
+He kissed her deeply then, his tongue sliding into her mouth as his hand continued to rub delicious circles over her covered clitoris. Chloe moaned in frustration; Patrick chuckled in reply. Chloe then decided to treat him to a bit of the fire he'd lit in her, so she let her palms slide down his abdomen with unerring aim to his groin. She gasped when her palm bumped against his raging, erect penis before encircling it with her hand.
+Startled, she broke the kiss to look down between their bodies. Though Patrick's cock was average in length, she was surprised to see it was not average in girth; in fact, it was almost twice as thick as any cock she'd ever seen. She looked in fascination at how tiny her hand looked holding his cock, her fingers not even touching. Just then she felt Patrick's hands on her shoulders, encouraging her to kneel in front of him. Chloe licked her lips in anticipation and acquiesced most gracefully.
+On her knees in front of him, Chloe could smell the heady scent of his sex mingled with the leather and the fresh prairie air. Her toes curled in delight as she studied his shaft, noticing one thick, long vein running down the entire length of it. Chloe reached out with her tongue and traced its path, causing the man to groan and push his fingers into her tumbled curls.
+""Oh yeah,"" she heard him mumble quietly just before she took the thick, swollen head into her watering mouth. He sucked an appreciative breath then thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock further into Chloe's mouth. She was unprepared to take his length and nearly gagged, but quickly recovered, a shot of pure animal lust driving her to clamp down on his dick with a hard, punishing suckle.
+""Aww fuck,"" she heard him say. ""Fuck!"" Chloe suckled hard, her small hand sliding to the base of his cock to hold it steady. The man tightened his hold in her hair and started thrusting his hips forward, effectively fucking her little mouth as she sucked him if not with experience, then certainly with lust.
+Chloe felt his balls bounce off her chin as he thrust against her tongue, causing incredible heat to erupt between her legs. With one hand she reached down between her thighs and rubbed her clitoris soothingly, while with the other she struggled to hang on to his thick, meaty member.
+""Fuck,"" she heard him say again, just before he withdrew his cock quickly from her mouth and sucked in air through his teeth. ""Jesus little girl, you damn near got a mouthful,"" he said, his eyes boring into hers.
+""Funny,"" Chloe said breathlessly, ""It felt like a mouthful to me."" She glanced at his cock meaningfully.
+That seemed to incite Patrick to a new level of lust. He growled deep in his throat and grabbed Chloe by the arms, pulling her upward. He pushed his tongue past her lips and took her in a kiss that promised more to come. Then he slipped his arm beneath her knees and picked her up, kissing her as he walked a few paces nearer the cliff. He deposited her just in front of a large boulder, then dove for the fly of her jeans.
+Chloe accommodated him best she could as he slid the cotton down over her full, curvy hips, revealing her red thong in the process. She kicked off her sandals and stepped out of her jeans, then reached for her thong. Patrick stopped her with his hand on hers, ""No, leave it on,"" he said, his eyes hooded and dark. He pushed her back against the boulder then until her hips rested against its smooth, slightly cool surface. Then he fell to his knees and lifted one of her legs on top of his shoulder. Chloe felt her pussy quiver in anticipation.
+She wasn't prepared for the expert handling she was about to receive, however. _This guy's got skills,_ she thought dazedly, as seconds later he pushed the fabric of her thong aside and licked unerringly at the hard little nub of her clit. Chloe moaned and thrust her hips forward. He continued the assault, sucking to the point that Chloe thought she would explode, only to back off and wait while she calmed down. He brought her to the brink time and time again, only to stop before her release could come crashing over her. Chloe moaned in frustration only to be rewarded by that damnable, deep chuckle of amusement. Just when Chloe was frustrated enough to grab his head and forcibly hold him to her aching pussy, he pulled away and stood. Chloe's eyes immediately fastened on his cock like a starving woman in need of some serious meat.
+""Turn over,"" he commanded softly, and Chloe surprised herself by obeying. In two quick seconds she felt him step behind her, push her thong to the side, grab her hips and drive his cock into her with one, forceful thrust. Chloe nearly came from the pressure of his thick member filling her to overflowing.
+He gave her a few seconds to adjust before he pulled out of her completely, only to thrust back into her, burying himself to the hilt. Just as his balls had bounced against her chin earlier, she now felt them bouncing against the pouting lips of her pussy. Chloe moaned appreciatively. ""You'd best hang on,"" she heard him speak in that deep, raspy voice. ""The ride's about to get bumpy, darlin'.""
+He started fucking her in force then, his cock slipping in and out of her saturated pussy with precision and expertise the likes of which Chloe had never before experienced. He grabbed her ass and drove himself into her again and again, his cock doing delicious things to Chloe's insides. He fucked her so hard she had to hang on to the boulder to keep from slipping, her breasts bouncing wildly and occasionally scraping against the cool surface of the stone.
+""Oh fuck!"" she was surprised to hear herself murmur. She glanced down and her pussy clenched considerably when she realized he still wore his boots and leather pants.
+""You'd better get ready, woman,"" she heard him grunt at the added pressure of her clenching muscles, and then she felt him pouring into her, his ejaculate streaming into her womb and beyond. He groaned, buried himself to the hilt, then let his semen pulse into her with rhythmic surges. That's all it took for Chloe. Her pussy tightened even more as she gave herself over the orgasm he'd denied her previously. She moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the cliff mere feet away to bounce around and envelope them in a sultry cocoon. She closed her eyes and fell against the boulder at the same time he fell against her back, both of them completely spent.
+She shivered tellingly when she felt his teeth bite her neck softly, marking her as his, even if only for this moment. Then she felt him recede, pulling his semi-hard cock from her body. Chloe smiled. She felt completely, utterly, wonderfully satisfied ...and young. The restless feeling she'd been fighting for the past few months seemed to have disappeared. She giggled and stood.
+When she turned she could see an answering smile on his face and a slight question in his eyes. She didn't have the words to explain, so she shrugged instead, and adjusted her thong back over her privates.
+They dressed quickly, each stealing furtive glances at the other. Chloe wanted to memorize every detail of his body to use for future reference; she had no doubt she'd be fantasizing about him when she lay back on her bed, fingers busily working at her clit and pussy, remembering this sexy biker and the fuck they'd shared out here on the open prairies.
+Forty five minutes later with the sun well and truly set behind the horizon they pulled into the parking lot of the truck stop. With her arms wrapped around his waist and her cheek pressed up against his shoulder, Chloe inhaled one last time of the heady scent of leather and prairie and sex. She dismounted then, and thrust her hands in her back pockets before turning to look at the man.
+He studied her with those sexy silver-gray eyes, a touch of a smile playing about his lips. What words could she say to him? Chloe had no idea. Instead she stepped to him and pressed her lips to his impulsively, bestowing on him a kiss that spoke more than any words ever could have. The kiss ended slowly, each breaking away with reluctance tempered by resignation. He gunned the motor then, gave her one last sexy smile and pulled away. Chloe watched him go, hands in the back pockets of her jeans, nipples tight with awareness and her face aglow with sexual satisfaction. When she'd chosen Fargo as her destination, she had no idea it'd be as enjoyable as this. She smiled to herself as the faint sound of his Harley died down in the distance. She'd gone as far as she wanted to go ...and damn did it feel _good!_"
+32,Dance of Days Ch. 05,Remec,Chain Stories,2005-07-13,2005-07-13,2022-01-08 03:46:54,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/dance-of-days-ch-05,Friday's child.,['Female/Male Blowjob'],4.15,"_**Friday's child is loving and giving ...**_
+The scent of apples and cinnamon wafted through the narrow space that was allegedly a state-of-the-art kitchen. Diane Astor made do with it, though. It really did have all the modern conveniences one expected; even if they were, perhaps, a tad smaller than you might normally find elsewhere. While the first couple of batches of tarts cooled on a makeshift rack across one side of the sink, she reread the well-used recipe card before her and munched on left over bits of apple.
+It had been an age since she'd had gone through the trouble of handmaking a complete dinner from scratch. But having someone special to cook for made all the difference in the world. Diane flipped casually through the notes she had made on possible choices for the main entree. The chime from the oven alerted her that it was time to check on the latest menu item before she slipped in to wake up Donald.
+She opened the door and leaned back from the escaping heat, then bent down and drew the cookie sheet out. Diane set it on the right hand pair of burners and looked the freshly baked, golden brown piecrust over. The tarts were strictly appetizers and treats. Apple pie a la mode was the real dessert. Satisfied that it was ready, she left it to cool and removed her apron.
+After hanging the apron on its hook, Diane poured a tall glass of orange juice and splashed the top of it with some ginger ale. She took just a taste then headed towards the bedroom.
+From the doorway, she stopped to regard Donald. He was still sleeping, naturally. It seemed he slept almost all the time, but that was fine with Diane. While he was sleeping she knew where he was and what he was doing. It took a lot of the worry off her mind. And left her free to think about what she wanted to do for him next. A smile crossed her face as one such thought came to mind.
+She sat her glass on one of the bureaus, and eased herself slowly onto the mattress next to Donald. Bit by bit, she edged one hand beneath the sheet and along his thigh. It was firm and muscular, like most of his body, but Diane noticed a loss in tone. She would have to make sure Donald had a bit more exercise this week, she decided, as she gently made her way to his groin.
+Donald stirred at the touch. Both his entire body—that turned and shifted slightly while a small questioning murmur slipped from his throat—as well as his cock, that twitched and stretched and seemed to lean itself towards Diane's questing fingers.
+She stroked him. He moaned in his sleep as her fingers caressed the growing length of his shaft and slipped below to let it continue to enlarge within the protective grasp of her palm. As Diane's hand worked, she brushed the sheet aside to better see what she was doing.
+The pink-and-purple cock in her hand looked like it needed more attention, so she leaned over to breathe on it and brush her tongue across its tip. Donald's eyes opened, and he stretched out his entire body. At first, he tried to roll himself closer to Diane, but she pressed him back into the bed. He thrust his hips forward and up, instinctively trying to press his cock once more over Diane's tongue or past her lips into her mouth.
+The look in her eyes as she met his gaze was full of fire and want, but it held a silent command to remain still and let her do this for him. Donald squirmed. He rocked from side to side, but Diane's hand simply closed firmly around his cock and held him in place as she dipped her head down and let him enter her. Donald relaxed some at the sudden pleasure--wet, warm, and intense. Diane released the hold her hand and fingers had upon the main part of Donald's shaft. They retained a grip at the base, however, to support him and give her a better angle for bobbing against his lap.
+Up and down she went, each time stroking her tongue along the surface of Donald's shaft and making her way a little further along his length. On the way up, she sucked him hard, tightening the intense hold—her mouth enveloping him—until she was at the tip, where she opened briefly for a breath and to let her tongue dance about the cap. She brushed it along the opening there, and lavished kisses upon both shaft and crown, before parting her lips once more and going down on him again.
+Below her, Donald bucked. He trembled and quivered and practically rose off the mattress. His lips had a series of pale marks fading upon them as the places where his teeth met their soft flesh. Words tried to come forth but dissolved into groans and grunts that mimicked the rhythm of Diane's blowjob as well as the response his hips and thighs were making to it.
+Diane noticed and paused. Her hand resumed his previous position, taking firm hold of Donald's cock and stroking up and down the spit-slick piece of flesh. ""Hmm, hi there. Are we wanting to come already?"" she said with a smile, the short curls about her temples and forehead still bouncing from the motion of before.
+Donald's head nodded and his eyes answered her in a visual approximation of a scream.
+""Well, good,"" she said. ""That's what we're here for, right?"" A soft chuckle slipped past her lips before she ducked down again. This time, she curled her tongue about him as she filled her mouth with his entire length—burying her face in his lap.
+Donald groaned even louder than before. He took in a deep breath, trickles of sudden nervous saliva slipping from the corners of his mouth. They ran down his chin onto his neck while Donald pumped cum into Diane's mouth and throat. She sucked it out if him—drew the warm, not-quite-salty load forth—until he dropped the arch in his back and collapsed beneath her onto the bed.
+Diane sat up and moved closer to Donald's face. She met his eyes once again and smiled as her tongue snaked across her lips. ""Good baby?"" she asked. Diane leaned in and ran the tip of her tongue about Donald's ear. ""I'm so happy to be able to do that for you. Be back later, 'kay?"" She blew lightly in his ear and then kissed his cheek.
+Diane straightened up to sit upon the bed by his chest then brushed back bits of Donald's hair that had fallen across his eyes. She took a small jar from the nightstand and dabbed some ointment along his lips. ""You be careful. Wouldn't want you to cut yourself,"" she said as she adjusted the fabric of his gag.
+She stood and recovered Donald with the sheet. ""I have to go check on something in the kitchen. I've been so busy busy busy."" She took the glass of juice and sipped from it. ""I'm making your favorite dinner--apple pie included,"" she told him as she started to leave.
+Donald's eyes strained to meet her own. He lifted himself a bit, but Diane turned away without noticing. She paused in the doorway and glanced over her shoulder at him.
+""Love you."""
+33,Dance of Days Ch. 07,Colleen Thomas,Chain Stories,2005-07-21,2005-07-21,2022-01-08 03:46:55,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/dance-of-days-ch-07,Sunday's Child.,[''],4.56,"_But the child that's born on the Sabbath day   Is fair and wise and good and gay._
+   Serena Giovanni glanced up from her work at the big clock on the wall. The large face clock indicated it was five thirty. That meant it was five fifteen, but she was already the only one left in her section. Putting all else firmly out of her mind, she returned to the decryption scale and finished the descramble she was working on.
+Decrypting messages by hand was meticulous, exacting work. It required a lot of attention to detail and one mistake could set you back hours, because it would throw off the decrypt key. This one was from Combined Fleet. From the call letters, she assumed it was issued when Koga was still Commander-in- Chief. As the message gave up its secrets, she found it to be an ordinary fleet reassignment, sending Cruiser Division 8, from Truk to Lingga Roads, prior to the Battle for the Philippine Sea.
+Serena took the decrypted message, along with the others she had completed that day and snapped a rubber band around them. She cleared her desk, put on her white gloves, grabbed her purse and started for the door. On her way, she dropped the decrypts into the slot marked for Commander Layton, the G-2 man assigned to Combined Fleet.
+She headed up three flights of stairs and then down the long, antiseptically clean hallway, to where two GI’s stood guard at the door. One glanced at her ID badge with a bored expression and passed her a clip board so she could sign out. They were both good boys, but she avoided eye contact. They weren’t much older than her twenty-two years, but both had served on Okinawa. They had the look of men many times older and the haunted expression in those eyes always chilled her.
+“G’night Miss,” the shorter one said.
+“Good night, Jeb,” she replied.
+She took a deep breath and stepped out into the teaming humanity that flooded through the narrow road fronting the building. There were military personnel from all services, in jeeps and on foot. They were outnumbered by thousands of Japanese. Men, women, children, most in drab war issue clothing, although she occasionally saw a woman in a kimono or a man in what was left of his uniform. They were in general, a ragged, tattered, sad looking people and her heart went out to them. She had only to look east, towards what had been the business district to see the devastation the fire bombing raids had left in their wake.
+Serena loved the oriental mode of dress, if she hadn’t had such an affinity for it, she would have never noticed the girl. She was standing on a corner, wearing a beautiful white silk kimono, decorated with a delicate purple flower motif. Her face was freshly scrubbed, the blood serving as rouge and her hair had obviously been done up with attention to detail. She was beautiful, absolutely stunningly beautiful, reminding Serena of one of those porcelain china dolls she used to see at the county fair.
+As she watched, the girl hesitantly tried to approach a fat army sergeant, but he took no notice of her and she drew back towards the corner of the building. Serena felt a lump in her throat and she fought back tears. It was an all too common sight. Women, with nothing left but their bodies to offer for food and shelter.
+Don’t get involved, she told herself, but she knew it was too late. She was already involved. Half her meager paycheck each month went to a Catholic war orphans relief fund. She did all her shopping at a local market, not so much because she enjoyed oriental food, although she was developing a taste for it, but because it allowed her to give more than just the half her paycheck she could afford. As she watched, the girl seemed to work up her courage to try again.
+Serena saw two marines coming and realized, they wouldn’t fail to take the girl up on it. Marines never missed a chance to get laid and after all they had been through, they had absolutely no sympathy for anyone Japanese.
+She was moving before she thought, crossing the street, heedless of the traffic or blaring horns. The girl was reaching out, to touch one of the marines on the shoulder when Serena passed between them, catching the girl’s arm and pulling her along.
+When she resisted, Serena stopped and faced her.
+“Come with me,” she said, in her halting Japanese.
+The girl eyed her curiously, but nodded and docilely followed. Serena led her through the maze of buildings, to the one she called home. Her apartment was on the third floor and the MP guarding the door gave her a quizzical look.
+“What?” she said testily.
+“Nothing Ma’m,” he replied quickly.
+Once they were inside, she indicated the sofa. The girl seemed confused, but sat down, carefully folding her feet beneath her body.
+Serena poured the girl a glass of lemonade and went back into the living room to hand it to her. She took it cautiously, delicately sniffed and then sipped. The look on her face as the sweet sour coolness hit her taste buds was as close to ecstasy as Serena had ever seen on a woman’s face. She drank greedily and seemed embarrassed when she finished and found Serena watching her.
+“How long?” Serena asked, pointing to her stomach.
+The girl cocked her head, but didn’t respond.      Serena could read, write and translate Japanese, but her training hadn’t included conversational Japanese and she had been afforded little opportunity to practice speaking. She knew the language of war, of orders, of Combined Fleet directives, but she found herself searching her memory for the phrase to eat.
+Giving up, she pointed to her stomach again, then pantomimed eating.
+The girl seemed to understand and fired off a flowing, beautiful sentence that was spoken so fast Serena couldn’t make out more than one word in ten.
+“Slow,” she said in Japanese.
+The girl spoke again, very slowly and Serena got the gist. A fucking week. She hadn’t eaten in a fucking week!
+“What kind of a world is this?” she muttered as she went into the kitchen, took off her gloves and pulled out the kaka she used for cooking rice.
+She was at home in the kitchen and as the comforting routine of preparing a meal began she let her mind wander.
+***
+Serena had been born in Northern Italy, but her family had emigrated to the US while she was very young. Her father, a cobbler by trade, had taken a job in a factory and they had lived in a Bronx slum until she was sixteen. She had grown up to favor her mother, tall, blonde, with a bust that attracted too much attention and a soft, melodic voice. From her father she got only his dark eyes, sensual lips, roman nose and firey temper.
+At sixteen, her father had saved enough to open his own shop and they moved out to the country, to a small town in New Jersey that needed a cobbler. When the war came, Serena was twenty and already something of a local Icon. Every boy in town wanted to date her, but she was bookish and devoted to her father, spending her afternoons in his shop helping him.
+When she volunteered, her impressive intellect and ability to concentrate on minute detail brought her to the attention of the man who headed the Cryptanalysis branch of the army. Because of her Italian ancestry, she was assigned to the Pacific theatre and ended up on General Macarthur’s staff in Brisbane. When the war ended, she had become so proficient that they couldn’t bring themselves to let her go, so she had been assigned, along with hundreds of others, to go through the warehouses full of material captured from the Japanese.
+She was most proficient with the Japanese navy’s JN-25 code and so she ended up in D section, going over the records of the actions of the Japanese Combined Fleet. Unlike most of her co-workers, she didn’t hate the Japanese or anyone else. Her natural goodness and compassion were roused by the devastation she saw around her in Tokyo. It had lead to some friction with her co workers, but she had been lucky. The general, now Supreme Allied Commander and virtual ruler of Japan, wanted to cease hostilities and his people began to rotate home anyone who couldn’t let go.
+***
+The girl, whose name was Kika, ate very slowly and took only small bites. Serena watched as she delicately nibbled on a rice ball. She was obviously hungry, but she seemed incapable of eating as a hungry American would. Serena had cooked some scallions and crab to go with the rice, but Kika seemed to shy from them. She drank water with her meal, while Serena had a coke in a glass bottle.
+When they were finished eating, the tall girl cleaned up while her guest sat placidly on the sofa, staring off into space. She was quite beautiful, Serena decided, with almond eyes and a cute little upturned nose, wide lips and high, delicate cheekbones. Catching herself, she wondered what had gotten into her? Checking out another girl like that was disconcerting.
+Serena started for her room. Kika looked so serene and relaxed, she didn’t want to disturb her and in fact, with their limited ability to communicate, she couldn’t even really think of anything to say or do. She did, however, pause to flip the radio on. It was playing some soothing, orchestral music, as the armed forces radio was want to do in the evenings. She gathered up two pillows and a blanket and took them back out. Kika had not moved, but was watching her curiously. Serena placed the bedding on the end of the sofa and smiled.
+“Not as nice as a bed, but I have the feeling it will better than where you stayed last night.”
+She cocked her head again, giving that cute, if perplexed look. Serena laughed, flipped off the lamp and went back to her room. She carefully hung up her uniform jacket and tossed her white blouse in the hamper. Sighing, she unzipped her skirt and kicked off her shoes. She happened to glance back towards the door to find Kika standing in the doorway her head bowed.
+“What the?” Serena exclaimed.
+At her harsh words, the girl recoiled and Serena instantly felt guilty.
+“I’m sorry, you startled me,” she began to explain, before remembering Kika wouldn’t be able to understand.      Serena tried to find out what was wrong, but her vocabulary was simply too limited to do more than the most simple communication. Eventually, she noticed Kika pointing towards her bed, with a questioning look on her face.
+Laughing, Serena took the girl’s hand and led her back out to the living room. She made up a bed on the sofa and then gestured with her hand. Kika shrugged and lay down, still watching Serena curiously.
+“Good night,” she said, before returning to her room.
+The episode left her vaguely amused, but also troubled. She had had no firm idea of what she was planning when she grabbed Kika’s arm on the street. She just couldn’t let her prostitute herself like that. But what was she going to do with the girl now? She could just turn her back out in the morning, but she knew she wasn’t going to do that.
+I guess I can teach her English. A native Japanese speaker who could speak English would have little trouble finding work, she reasoned.
+Serena slipped out of her skirt and tossed it in the hamper. She tossed her bra in, and the tap pants she wore. Sitting on the bed, she carefully removed her stockings and hung them on the line in her small bathroom, before finally tossing her garter belt in with the rest of the dirty clothes. She took a shower, reminding herself to show Kika the bathroom before she left in the morning. She knew how the Japanese loved baths and cleanliness and was sure the girl would appreciate it.
+Serena climbed into her bed and shut off the light, fading off to sleep as the music softly played in the living room.
+***
+Serena was having the strangest dream. In it, she was lying naked on a sandy beach, while the water gently lapped upon her body. It slowly rose, covering her feet, then her legs, then her hips and tummy, until finally, the small waves were breaking upon her aching breasts.
+Her eyes flared open as a soft, sexy moan escaped her lips. Her breasts felt heavy, and her nipples were painfully stiff. In the dim light, she could see Kika, sitting next to her and gently fondling her breasts. The Japanese girl’s delicate hands were tracing slow circles around them, pausing as Serena watched, to gently flick the stiffened nipples.
+Serena opened her mouth to protest, but gasped instead as Kika’s soft hands gently squeezed both nipples. Her hands were so soft, so gentle, so unlike a man’s that the contrast was shocking.
+As good as it felt, Serena caught Kika’s hands at the wrists and managed to sit up. She looked confused and upset and Serena felt her frustration level rising. As good as it had felt and as horny as she now was, she couldn’t allow it to go on. Yet, she couldn’t imagine how she could convey to the girl why.
+Inspiration came in a blinding flash and Serena hurried back into the living room to grab a pencil and a note book. She hastily scrawled “Can you read this?” in ideograms on the pad and presented it to Kika. The girl looked at it quizzically and then nodded.
+Even with the new found ability to communicate, Serena couldn’t think of a way to say what she wanted. How do you tell someone that, as good as they felt, you just can’t? What is the point of saving her from prostituting herself to men if I take advantage?
+Instead of trying to convey something so complex, Serena decided to just ask simple questions. The sun was rising and the note pad totally used up when Kika fell asleep. Serena moved carefully to the bathroom and after a quick shower she dressed and slipped out of the house. Her last image was of the beautiful girl asleep on the sofa. That image would stay with her through the day.
+***
+“Are you all right?” Commander Layton asked, sitting informally on the edge of Serena’s desk.
+“Just tired, I didn’t sleep very well last night,” Serena replied.
+“Well, take it easy. Another two hours and it’s the weekend,” he said encouragingly.
+Serena smiled wanly before returning to the cipher before her. It was a tough one, rendered in the Flag Officer’s cipher, so complicated even the Japanese had stopped using it before the middle of the war. This one seemed to be orders to the First Mobile Force and so she worked doggedly to decode it. Any information on Japanese preparations for the Pearl Harbor attack was considered to be very valuable.
+Even as she worked, her mind drifted back to Kika. She had learned so much last night, but it was only now that she was really able to put it all together.
+Her parents had been farmers and all three of her brothers had been conscripted early in the war. One died on Bougainville, his ashes returned to them in a white cask. One had been a naval aviator, killed in action over Leyte. The last, her youngest, had joined the Special Attack Corps and had attacked the American fleet off Okinawa.
+Her father, Takagashi, had been staying with friends in Tokyo and perished in the first great fire bombing raid. She and her mother, unable to work the farm alone, had come to the capital and made do until the surrender. Her mother, like so many others, had killed herself, rather than submit to the mercies of the occupiers. From there, her story became confused and Serena puzzled over it.
+She had apparently survived on the generosity of friends of her family, but she had felt guilty, taking even the small amount of their food they could spare her. She had tried to find work, but had no skills and there were few jobs to begin with. Eventually, she had traded her last worldly possession, a locket her brother gave her, for a kimono, bathed in the river, done up her hair and gone to where she knew she could find Americans.
+It was heart breaking to Serena, realizing Kika was prepared to sell herself rather than continue living off of people who were struggling to begin with. It was courageous and selfless and showed her a great deal about the concept of honor that Kika appeared to have absorbed.
+While such a deep sense of honor was admirable, it also complicated her own situation. Kika had nothing to offer, except herself and she was willing to do so. If Serena refused, she would likely come in to find the girl gone. If she accepted…god, if she accepted…
+Serena was really torn. For no reason she could articulate, Kika had become very important to her. She knew part of it was pity, but there was much more than that. Kika had put a face on the people she had been trying to help with donations. She couldn’t make a real difference in the life of everyone who lost everything in the conflict, but she could make a real difference in this one life. And if she did, and if others made the effort, in other individual lives, couldn’t they make a huge difference?
+The problem was in the way it was taken. To Serena, it was just the right thing to do, but to Kika, she was afraid it would be viewed as charity.
+She still hadn’t finished the cipher when everyone began the mad rush to leave. For once, she decided, it could wait. She really wanted to get back home.
+***
+Serena had almost made up her mind when she let herself into her apartment. She felt a sinking feeling as she flipped on the light. Kika was gone. She knew it, without even having to check the other rooms. The place just felt empty.
+Turning on her heel, she hurried down to the desk.
+“Sergeant, have you seen a young woman leave? An oriental? She would have been wearing a white kimono.”
+“Sure did, what a perfect little china doll she was too. I envy whoever she was with,” he replied good naturedly.
+“When did she leave?”
+“Mmm, bout half an hour ago I’d guess.”
+“Thank you,” Serena said, walking purposefully out of the building.
+Serena knew she had only one shot at this. She had to guess right. She would never find Kika if she didn’t now, there were simply too many people crowded into Tokyo. She took off down the street, towards what used to be the business district.
+It was almost dark and she had begun to despair, when a gentle hand touched her shoulder. Serena spun to find herself facing Kika. The girl’s face had a questioning look, but there was more to it than that. Serena was so overjoyed, she didn’t try to read the deeper emotions. She caught the girl’s arm and tried to lead her back to the apartment, but Kika resisted.
+She was shaking her head and trying to explain herself, but Serena couldn’t understand. At the same time, she knew what Kika was trying to communicate. Serena tried everything she could think of, but Kika seemed adamant. In desperation, the tall blonde threw her arms around the diminutive Japanese girl and pressed her lips to Kika’s.
+The girl’s eyes went wide, but her lips parted and she moved closer. Serena tentatively slipped her tongue into Kika’s sweet mouth. Several whistles and cat calls broke whatever mood there would have been in such a gesture. Serena blushed, but this time when she started back, Kika docilely followed.
+***
+Serena looked at herself in the mirror. She looked scared, she thought. Actually, she looked terrified. Kika was waiting for her in the living room. They had eaten dinner, put the dishes away, there were no excuses left. What scared her most was the fact she was in some ways happy there were none. Kika was attractive to her, both physically and emotionally. More so than any of the men she had dated, including the Aussie Sergeant to whom she had given her virginity.
+The whole thing would be so much easier, if only she knew Kika wanted to and wasn’t just doing it to pay a debt. A debt Serena didn’t recognize as one. If anything, she was the small woman’s debt for opening her eyes to her own desires. But how could she even hope to explain that? She didn’t have the words in English, much less the words in Japanese.  
+As she came out of the bathroom and into the living room, Kika smiled and hesitantly held out her hand. In it was a sheet of paper and on it, Serena recognized a waka poem.
+ _Yes, I have found her   The one who’s destined for me   But does she know me?_
+Serena looked into Kika’s eyes and all the questions were answered."
+34,Deus Ex Machina Ch,fieryjen,Chain Stories,2006-07-08,2007-02-19,2022-01-08 03:46:58,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/deus-ex-machina-ch-03-shea,1. The back alleys are dangerous. 2. Shea angers her boyfriend.,"['Supernatural', 'Vampire']",3.87,"**Chapter 03: Shea**
+""Room 147. It's right up those stairs. Take a left at the end of the corridor. Here's your key. Enjoy your stay.""
+The lines came out of Shea's mouth automatically by now, her delivery monotone as she let the slightly bent key ring fall into the outstretched hand of her customer. The edge of her hand brushed his thumb for a moment, making her pull her hand away hastily. The mid-thirties man, dressed in jeans and a leather jacket, peered at her for a moment, making Shea cross her arms before her chest instinctively. The semi-darkness of the lobby did nothing to dispel the air of creepiness that surrounded the man, and Shea was glad when he finally turned to the pretty young girl who had come in with him, grabbing her by the arm and walking off in the direction of the stairs Shea had pointed him to. The girl looked nervous, but not scared, and Shea dismissed all thoughts of the two of them as they left the lobby, leaning back into her chair and shuddering, trying to shake off the uncomfortable feeling that had befallen her.
+There had been a time when she had worked here that she had actually put a certain amount of effort into her work. When she had meant the last line she told every incoming guest before she handed them their key, and given them a smile. It seemed so long ago now, as if this had been another era, gone by forever. Shea had since lost the illusion that she could make a difference in a person's day, that anyone who checked in here actually cared.
+Just like the world outside. Shea wasn't sure how she had been able to miss the fact that the city was a corrupt hell until a few months ago, but only after Anna's death had she really noticed how little anyone cared to investigate the murky depths of this society to solve her murder. Discouragement and outright hostility had met her at every step, and she hadn't been able to stop the authorities from ruling Anna's death a suicide and closing the case. Shea had been frustrated, enraged and hurt. No one in the world knew Anna better than her, and even though they hadn't seen each other in some time, she knew that her sister would never, under any circumstances, consider killing herself. The circumstances of her death had been suspicious even with the phony psychological assessment.
+Shea caught herself playing with the bracelet on her right wrist, as she often did when she thought of her sister. Staring into a dark corner of the lobby, she could only too well see Anna's face giving her a pleading look from the afterlife, asking her not to give up on figuring out what really happened to her. And she would. Anna had been the only family she had ever known, they had been each other's keepers all the way through their childhood. Anna, who had always been the more energetic, lively of the twins, green eyes sparkling and long blond hair flying as she moved. She had been one of those girls that disliked being still for any amount of time, instead hugging and running and laughing and jumping every moment of her waking hours. Even when she slept, there was an unusual amount of activity in Anna's face, a slight twitching of the mouth, or a fluttering of the eyelashes. When Shea had been asked to identify Anna's body, looking at her through a window in the bare wall, the realization of how still Anna was had struck her at once, and it had been the moment when she had truly realized her sister was dead.
+Shea blinked, and the eerie image of Anna's body behind the glass disappeared. She shuddered once more, fighting the goosebumps that had formed on her skin. She wasn't much of a believer in ghosts and the like, but this dark, gloomy place could put her imagination into overdrive.
+Half an hour later, Shea said goodbye to the girl who had the next shift and let herself out of the side door that existed behind the counter. It was faster to get home this way than to walk around half the block, even though it brought her straight into one of the more disreputable looking back alleys of the city. Trash was piled up high on both sides of the narrow street, and small animals whose nature Shea had no desire to know about scurried away as she approached. The alley itself was filthy, dark and cold, and Shea pulled her coat tighter around her body so she wouldn't freeze while she tried to pick her way without stepping into one of the puddles of undefined liquid that graced the asphalt.
+She almost ran right into him. It was a very slight movement that alerted her to his presence to her immediate right, a shadow that didn't stay put like it was supposed to. She jumped, moved hastily to the left and stepped directly into one of the deeper puddles. When he grabbed her arm and refused to let her move, she screamed, not caring any longer about the disgusting feeling of her sock being soaked with wetness. A hand promptly closed over her mouth, and her body was pulled to the right and pressed against the closest wall.
+For a few long seconds, she was sure she would die. Anna's death so fresh in her mind, the stong smell of blood that was suddenly in her nose and this dark stranger with his body pressed against hers panicked her. At the same time though, she was rigid with fear, as if some unknown force had wrapped itself tightly around her, and she was unable to struggle or even breathe as the stranger pressed himself even closer to her body, his dark eyes searching for something in hers. She could feel a finger carefully tracing the features of her face, brushing over a strand of her long hair.
+Then, suddenly, she was able to move again, and the air came rushing into her lungs as the dark figure in front of her suddenly let her go. Shea closed her eyes for a second and fought the dizziness that was taking over her head, and when she looked up again, the stranger was gone. She leaned against the wall at her back once more, relieved, although still terrified. She had no idea what had caused the incident that had just happened, or why the stranger had let go of her. She did know though, that her path wouldn't take her through the back alley again any time in the near future.
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+35,Deus Ex Machina Ch. 01: Vincenza,darkgoddess2478,Chain Stories,2006-05-08,2006-05-08,2022-01-08 03:46:57,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/deus-ex-machina-ch-01-vincenza,Reporter has reason to be afraid of the dark.,"['Bump In The Night', 'Corrupt', 'Darkness', 'Eerie', 'Frightening', 'Ghosts', 'Horror', 'Supernatural', 'Vampires', 'Werewolves']",3.68,"**Chapter 1: Vincenza**
+Stifling a yawn, Vincenza leaned back from the dull glow of her computer monitor and stretched over the back of the leather swivel chair, her arms extended and hands clasped. Editing this piece for the paper was murder. She couldn't comprehend why it was anyone would hire a writer who didn't use proper spelling, punctuation, tenses or grammar. This internship had failed her expectations as not only a writer but as an aspiring journalist. She thought a job with the Sentinel Times would be a welcome relief from her last internship at The Daily Star. Sadly, though, she found very little difference between the two save for the obvious political backing and who was being paid off by whom. Most of her duties for the Sentinel were editing for the editor so he could bang one of the other interns.
+She was severely unimpressed.
+Jamming a rewritable CD into the drive of her computer, she burned the files to the disc to take home instead of staying in the dark, empty office. There was something about the place that just creeped her out after the sun went down. Although she was sure it was just her imagination, the shadows seemed to come alive and walk down the halls, sometimes banging and clanking and sometimes slipping so silently it was more of a distraction than quiet. Mentally prodding the disc to burn faster, Vincenza pushed the steady rise of paranoia back to her subconscious. 'There is nothing in the shadows,' she reminded herself. 'There weren't any scary shadow people when you were a baby, there aren't any scary shadow people now.' The argument raging since she was five was popular to bring up at family dinners when she actually made it home but it definitely wasn't a welcome one as far as she was concerned. Her mother loved to chastise her in front of the elder members of her southern family who all laughed politely and, she was sure, talked about over dessert after she left, never staying that long in the stagnant atmosphere of false politeness and snide undertones infecting her family since they had come to the United States from France hundreds of years ago.
+""Vincenza Freniere, you take the local stories and just run rampant with them, don't you?"" the sweet Southern lilt taking its sweet time floating from her lips like the scent of the magnolia blossoms breezing through the windows. Unfortunately for Vincenza, she often thought she caught the scent of rotting flesh along with them. She had stopped telling her mother about it by the time she was seven, buying into the insistence the others put forward in denial of the tales but even now the scent didn't escape her. ""Some day, child, you'll grow out of these silly fantasies and you'll thank me for it once you're older.""
+She always hated that speech. Clicking the disc into the plastic protector, she gathered her belongings and tucked them into her briefcase. Brushing a long spiral of chocolate brown hair out of equally dark eyes, she collected the stack of printed final edits from her printer and tucked them inside the collapsible binder before tucking it inside the soft cloth carrier. With one final look around the deserted computer room, she exited the office, locking the door behind her.
+Stepping outside of the office was almost depressing for her. Coming from lush countryside where there were grass and trees and flowers that grew wild along the roads she had been woefully unprepared for New York. The cities of Lousiana had flavor and texture and color. New York had flavor, too, but it was something completely different than what she was used to. New Orleans was sweet, rich bourbon and rich creamy pastry, a city that reveled in its life and history. New York was a breakfast of cheap whiskey and stale cigarettes that loved to spit on whatever heritage they couldn't trace.
+Completely different environment and one she wouldn't trade for the world. When she had moved, she had wanted something worlds apart from her childhood home. This was most definitely it.
+She jaunted across the street and to the parking lot behind the street corner coffee shop. She preferred to park in their brightly lit lot as opposed to the black hole the lot behind the Sentinel's building provided. While she didn't fear for her life, she didn't want to lose her purse and part of her skin to some mugger since the police really didn't care much about what happened to the people outside of murder and even then they were scant to come out from behind their desks to do anything about it. Most of the time things were ruled a murder, sat on someone's desk for a month and then put into the cold case files. Rarely was anything followed up on, even when the trail was hot. Vincenza had found this out first hand when a friend of hers had been put into the hospital by some guy she and a coworker had seen and the police did nothing. Even after Vincenza had done some amateur investigation on her own, found the guy and taken it to the officer on her friend's case they did nothing. If the police didn't have her back, she had to get her own. She packed a taser and carried her keys between her fingers as gouging weapons when she went to her car. She could wound them long enough to get somewhere with witnesses and that was all that mattered.
+As she keyed the lock on the door, a shift in her peripheral vision caught her attention. Unlatching the lock, she tugged at the door handle and pulled it open, gazing around for the disturbance. It shifted again as she got into her car and she leaned out the door to see what it had been. Whatever it was, it looked about ten feet tall. Nothing around her could make a shadow that tall. She pulled herself into the car with a shake of her head and turned the engine over, chastising herself for her immaturity. She exited the lot and made her way home."
+36,Dressed Up Ch. 01,vampyd,Chain Stories,2010-05-19,2010-05-19,2022-01-08 03:46:59,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/dressed-up-ch-01,What happens when your husband helps you dress.,"['Clothing', 'Husbands', 'Stockings', 'Wives']",4.17,"The shrill buzzing of an alarm at seven AM dragged me from a delicious and comfortable sleep. I opened one honey-colored eye found the offending clock and guided my hand to swat the snooze. The offending alarm silenced, I settled back into half sleep and snuggling deeper into soft cashmere sheets bumping against the solid familiar shape of my lover.
+Alarm silenced and a smile on my lips, I drifted back toward the comfortable embrace of sleep when the brush of thick fingertips moves the stray hairs at my nape aside quickly replaced by firm warm lips.
+""Good morning, precious love."" His voice was feathered in sleep deepened tones over the shell of my ear.
+Not wanting to be snippy or ruin the mood I don't give my first thoughts voice, but instead murmur something mushy and wiggle my full bottom against him, insinuating that I've no intention on moving.
+He grinds forward in answer to my pressing body. ""Babydoll, you need to get up... not get me up."" Speaking in his soft growling voice ""I'm not letting you make us both late today by falling for one of your quick quickies. You know good and well we never manage to be satisfied with a quick fuck.""
+His words made me tighten. I love when he says ""fuck"" that way to me. We both knew the difference between making love and fucking, and we do both equally well. I bit my lip and pouted, but slid from our bed. Turning off the alarm as I went padding to the shower. I resisted giving him a backward glance because I knew he looked breathtakingly sexy with half the sheet covering him, like it always did when he sat up on one elbow.
+All showered and knowing I had just missed him getting in sitting on the bed lotion my deep caramel flesh. Hearing the water shut off and wondering if I tease him would he change his mind about that quickly so I prop my self on the bed in one of my sexier positions as if I'm reaching across the bed for something in the drawer on one knee the other leg stretched behind. Offering him a clear and spectacular view of my ass and nether lips from behind.
+""Yummy."" He whispered loudly in approval. ""You know I'd love to come over there, slide my hard cock inside you with your ass suspended just like that..but we have to go to work."" His hand coming down with a sharp smack across my upturned rear told me he wasn't giving in.
+""Get dressed."" he commanded, his voice stern. ""Or do I have to do that for you?""
+I prickled...deciding I didn't like that he was resisting, so I petulantly shot back ""Fine. Help me then because other wise I won't."" I lay back down on the bed to emphasize the point.
+He shrugged and then got him self dressed... all that wonderful tanned skin disappearing underneath layers of cloth. I almost whimper at the injustice before pale green eyes settled on me again and he took me by the hand to the closet. He went into the lingerie drawer and pulled free a black and cranberry garter belt, then matching panties and bra. Next nude sheer silk stockings. (I don't do panty hose not even in a pinch.)
+Looking at me with a grin he walked behind, undoing the bra. Sliding the straps over my shoulders like a jacket, then letting his fingers glide over my nipples deliberately before pulling the closure together and snapping it in front. Soft frown creased my brow was wiped away when he cupped my tits, molding them. ""Making sure they are sitting in the bra nice, baby.""
+Next the belt, which he puts on me by pulling it back toward him knuckles ,dragging over the sensitive skin just above my ass, pulling a surprised mew from my lips. Coming around to look into my eyes I notice the wicked gleam in his while easing me backward onto the bed. Sitting hard, I watch as he gathers first the left stocking in his hands. Carefully pulling my foot close and planting a soft kiss on my toes before sliding it on. Tongue dragged up my leg just ahead of the silk. I lay back, gripping the sheets and silently praying he wont stop once he hits my thigh.
+I hear the snap of garter and bite my lip in soft disappointment, but notice a small throb has started in my center. The right stocking goes on much the same, but this time he pauses to suck a bit of the thigh just above the silk into his mouth, leaving a half raised temporary hickey.
+""Mmm... Fuck!"" The words escape my lips. I hear his soft chuckle in response.
+I wondered if he would be so cruel as to put the lace-trimmed panties on me, knowing I'm still swollen and sensitive. I don't have to wait long for my answer as I feel them tugged up my legs to my knees.
+""Lift for me love, or I will lift you.""
+Grumbling, my hips raise and before pushing my panties into place he spanks my straining clit hard.
+""Don't sass me, Debra you're going to be dressed."" The tone of his statement left no room for argument.
+The sharp sting on my clit ignited a chain reaction in my pussy, letting me know I'll drip. I wanted to writhe in his view, to show him how I needed more, but instead got to my feet and looked at the sandy colored Berber. He idly hums as he flipped through my closet, pulling out a wrap dress a deeper red then my lingerie.
+He summons me with a crooked his finger. I walk over and turned, letting him again slide something on from behind. Feeling him as he glided hands around my waist and tied the strings that would hold the clingy fabric on. He pressed against me tight and shamelessly ground against my ass , letting me feel that raging thickness through our clothes.
+Its so unbearably hot I choked on my breaths. All to soon, he pulled back and went to the shoes. I sat down, my legs jelly.
+""Good. Now you are understanding."" Shaun said with an arrogant smirk, thinking I've caught on and will give him no more trouble.
+I say nothing and look at the pair of shoes he holds.
+Three inch pumps with a thirties wing tip like design of that deep red patent over black leather. Sliding them both on and taking time with each ankle strap kissing the inside of my left ankle and biting softly at my right. The naked hunger and force in his gaze made me near come undone. He pulled me to my feet and walked me to the jewelry box, softly forcing me to bend over the desk.
+My heart thundered and his cock blazed through the layers as it glides up and down between my crack.
+""The chunky silver necklace with the black beads and matching earrings. I love those on you baby.""
+Shaking, my hands found them and pulled them on. He fingered one bead over my pulse and bit down on my lobe sucking the ear ring and ear ,just hard enough to be almost painful.
+""I bet if I keep this up you'd mess those pretty panties wouldn't you?"" His voice almost a growl against my neck.
+A strangled whimper and nod is all I could manage, not trusting my voice. Shaun caressed my form and chuckled pulled away and heading to the bedroom door.
+""Can't have that love. Then you'd have to get redressed. Come on time for us to get going, well get breakfast on the way.""
+I wanted to throw my brush at him. I wanted to scream, but most of all I wanted to cum so bad I could taste it.
+We drove to the park and ride in sexually tense silence. Before I got on my shuttle bus to the office, he pulled me close and kissed me hard. I know my lips bruised inside and whispered ""We are going to bed early tonight...and I promise you, getting dressed for me this morning will have been worth it.""
+I know he meant it, and I couldn't wait to get home.
+The End or is it?"
+37,Driver Ariel,SexSweetheart,Chain Stories,2006-08-10,2006-08-10,2022-01-08 03:47:00,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/driver-ariel,What is it about the male passenger that turns Ariel on?,"['Dominant/Submissive', 'Exhibition', 'Fantasy Dreams', 'Limo Chain Story', 'Masturbation', 'Mind Games', 'Seduction', 'Sexual Longing', 'Voyeurism']",4.35,"_Welcome to the **Love and Limousines Chain Story**. Each author will be telling their own little tale of what happens in the backseat of the limousine. Each author will be using a different letter of the alphabet for the driver's name. Only time will tell what the driver's names will be._
+I hope you will enjoy the individual stories and let us know what you think of the hot stories.
+SexSweetheart
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+It was a typical day at Love Limo's; the chauffeurs were in the break room waiting for their assignments. They sat around chatting, reading, playing cards {such as, hearts, poker, solitaire}, and enjoying a cup of coffee, tea, soda or whatever. There were always plenty of things to munch on as well.
+The more experienced drivers had a habit of exchanging their stories about some of the strange things that had happened in the back seats of their limos. The stories were the usual, told over and over again by drivers.
+The chauffeurs even had an on-going bet to see who had the hottest and steamiest story to tell. Each story teller tried to outdo the others with the outrageous nature of their experiences, whether real or pure fiction. Many of the stories involved formal dates to the prom, weddings, special occasions, and men with their girlfriends or the reverse.
+It was driver Ariel's turn to tell her story about the adventure in the backseat.
+All eyes turned to take in the lovely woman, Ariel, who was thirty-five years old. She hid her slightly shy, self-protective and reserved nature with mannerisms which many mistook as being boisterous and overbearing. She stood five foot five in her stocking feet, plus she had generous sized breasts with a nice hourglass shape and a bit of extra padding, but all in the right places.
+Ariel's beauty was enhanced by her long blonde hair which framed her fair skinned complexion. Her locks were naturally very straight and thin, which she hated with a passion. Every six months she would renew her perm to keep her hair curly, wavy, full, and bouncy. She always thought she looked better after refreshing her perm and having her curls highlighted with a lighter shade of blonde. Once her hair looked good to her, she felt better and walked with a bouncy step.
+Her eyes were a sexy shade of azure blue with long curled eyelashes on which she used brown-black or blue mascara. She wore light shades of blue, brown, green, or purple shadows, with a hint of bone or gold overtop and a touch of pink or a light reddish-tan blush. Sometimes she would use a gold or silver glitter over her eyes and cheeks to make them sparkle in the light. Her lips shined with a frosty pink lipstick. The shades of her lipstick varied from a very light to a dark pink. When she smiled, it could light up the room because her smile was gorgeously bright and wide. It would show her slightly crooked teeth.
+Her slacks, skirts, or split skirts were usually black, brown, or navy, with an ivory or white blouse. Many times she wore a matching jacket to go with the slacks, skirts, or split skirt. There were times that her jacket just laid on the passenger seat waiting to be put on.
+Many would call Ariel's breasts voluptuous with an incredibly deep cleavage. She was known to wear blouses that were either low cut or else unbuttoned to show off her irresistible loveliness. Being proud of her shape, she let all the male drivers at Love Limo's think of ways that they might trick her into showing a little more. Their little stunts included having her bending over or reaching so that her blouse might hang down to reveal more breasts and cleavage and on occasion pop open. Other tricks had been designed so that the men might have an opportunity to crowd against her and rub their arms, backs, or chests against Ariel's treasures.
+She always enjoyed watching them getting hard and aroused at their little games. Sometimes she would bump into one of the male drivers just to throw him off balance, or make him get a little aroused. After all, it was only fair to turn the tricks on them.
+Ariel watched the women sitting back enjoying their beverages. As for the male population, they were getting bothered a little from the allure of her newest revealing blouse. She could see some of their eyes exploring her neckline as she began her story in a very sexually enthusiastic voice . . .
+The day was going slowly and nothing of interest was going on in the backseat. The romantic audio story I had been listening to had finished and I forgot to bring additional dreamy or mystery stories to listen to. So far it had only been business people discussing their business affairs and going to the airport . . . Boring, boring, and more boring.
+The driving was relaxing though, at least until my last fare. They were a strange couple, with the man being very rigid and unreasonable, as far as I could see. The man looked familiar, but I couldn't and still can't place him. I must have driven him before, but then again, faces start to blend together after seeing so many of them. But there was something about his presence that was strong and demanding. Yet, there was something extraordinarily alluring about him too that made butterflies start to take flight in my tummy.
+Of course, I had the limo with the broken window between the driver seat and the backseat that day. That's what one gets when they arrive late for work.
+{Everyone chuckled at the reference, knowing how true it was. Regaining her composure, she continued her story.}
+This was okay when I was driving the business people because you can hear some great stock tips that way. I've listened to several of these tips and made a few bucks, not a fortune but enough to get a few extra necessities in life. Things like a forty-two inch plasma digital television, DVD player, a new car, etc.
+{She got a few dirty looks from the other drivers – looks that said, _* Why didn't you share them with us? *_ There were a number of tips that failed, or took a long time to turn a profit, as well, that's why she did not share.} Ignoring this, Ariel forged ahead with her tale.
+This couple was exceedingly different than any other couple that I have driven before or since. They were not romantic, in a lovey-dovey way. He was demanding and seemed to be a little uncaring about the woman with him. I truly had wished the window was working at that point. I just didn't like the atmosphere around them.
+Okay, let's back up to the beginning of the drive, before the man got in. Let me tell you about the woman that got into the limo around four in the afternoon.
+A beautifully sexy woman named Yolanda was waiting near the waterfalls that had been built into the corporate building where I was to pick her up. She had to be in her thirties or forties and wearing a red business suit. She walked up to the limo as I pulled to the curb at the address the dispatch had given me. With her was a rolling case of some kind, something like a suitcase or a backpack, with a garment bag attached to it. I started to take it from her, but she refused to allow me; with ease, she took it into the limo with her. She put it on the backseat with her, along with her handbag and briefcase.
+The woman was tall and slender, with fiery red hair that was luminous in the setting sun. It made me wish my hair could have that kind of beauty to it . . . {Ariel's voice drifted off with a wistful look before she shook herself back to reality and telling her story.}
+Oh, well, back to the woman. The way the sunlight caught her head getting into the limo, it looked like her hair could be on fire. She had medium sized breasts that looked very firm, and long muscular legs. The skirt of the red suit she wore was down to her knees, but form fitting; it did have a small slit in the back that showed a little of the back of her legs above the knee. I wondered, with the skirt being that tight, how she could have the ability to take such long strides in her three-inch heels.
+Ouch, my feet hurt to just look at those shoes. They had to be killers, being so high and pointed. Oh, my, they make my feet hurt just thinking about them now. Yet, she walked to the limo with an easy pace, as if the shoes weren't even there, almost as if she were walking on air or floating.
+{ _* I wear pearlized metallic sandals, shoes or boots, which were always flats to one and half inch heels. Since I have high arches, everything I wear has rubber soles to give an extra bounce to my walk. *_ Ariel thought of her own foot comfort.}
+Under her suit jacket there was only a white camisole with a lace appliqué that made you think she was wearing a tank top or a shell. The overall appearance of the woman would be very alluring to any straight man, and would make most women jealous and most gay women interested.
+{Ariel noticed the other drivers were starting to get a little antsy. Some of the guys were rubbing their cocks, while others wiggled uncomfortably in their chairs. She just smiled to herself, at the reaction to just the description of this woman. _* What would they be like when they heard the rest of the story? *_ she thought to herself.}
+She was on her way to . . . let me think . . . oh yeah, to a men's club. The drive took around an hour or so, out into the countryside. During that time, she spent part of the time chatting about business on the phone; at least, I think it was business. She spoke so softly, I couldn't hear much of what she was saying. Then she started to change her clothes.
+First, she stripped off everything she had on and I do mean everything.
+{ _* All the male drivers look envious that it was me being treated to such a show and not them, *_ Ariel thought to herself, seeing those looks on their faces.}
+She then meticulously folded each piece of clothing before putting it into the suitcase. After putting almost everything away, she pulled out a bottle of cold water from the mini bar. She poured some of the water on a wash cloth, and with a small bar of soap, she sponged down her body. I saw her playfully washing her breasts making her nipples hard; her breasts were quite firm and ample globes. The areolas were large circles which became taut ovals when she started to become sexually aroused. I saw she wanted an audience to see what she was doing . . . perhaps as her motivation to continue playing the way she was.
+Continuing with her wash cloth, she cleansed her pussy by leaning back with her legs open wide over the edge of the seat. The cloth and her fingers played with her clit, and before I knew it, she started to moan. The moans started out very soft, and slowly grew louder as her fingers dipped into her sexual access. Her fingers began to increase her rhythm faster until I heard her climax with a loud squeal. She must have been spent from her playful fingers when her body collapsed against the seat. The air in the limo was filled with her sexual essence.
+I was getting bothered watching her . . . listening to her . . . smelling her scent. My own fingers wanted to give me some release. When we hit a minor traffic jam caused by an accident up the road, I stopped the limo and reached down to rub my own sex. My fingers dug against the crotch of my dress slacks to provide myself some relief, but nothing happened. The pants were too stiff for that. So, I opened the zipper on my slacks to allow my hand to wiggle down into my panties, getting my fingers in between my pussy lips. I managed to get my fingers onto my G-spot and rubbed it a few times and the pressure pushing against my clit made me ooze. But it was not a climax, just a simple release of some of my juices from the mere touch of my fingers.
+My aching foot slipped off the brake as my mind enjoyed the orgasm, causing me to jam on the brakes again. I was lucky, the car in front of me had moved up several car lengths when the traffic had moved on a little bit. Then I realized that I was not watching the traffic the way I should have been.
+This near miss jarred us both back to reality, with Yolanda picking herself up off the floor of the limo. She was kneeling with her legs spread apart and leaning backwards on the floor with a towel under her, she poured some of the water over her pussy to cool it down. She whimpered a little when that cold water hit her hot, engorged lips. When I saw the way she jerked at that point, I figured it would leave one hell of a mess for me to clean up, but I was wrong. Before she continued to get dressed, she cleaned up the backseat and the carpeting. She had several towels with her to mop up the water. She put the wet wash cloth and towels into a large plastic zipper bag.
+Yolanda continued to prepare for the evening by applying some aromatic oil on her skin. She rubbed it over her slender arms and hands, tummy, and breasts making her nipples harder; her skin started to glow luminously. Slowly, she shifted, applying oil to her neck and the parts of her back that she could reach with her hands. She got out a long rod of some kind with which she was able to apply it to the rest of her back. The way she wiggled her body and her moans of pleasure emanating from such a little thing as applying the oil was quite erotic. She looked like she was really getting off from what she was doing. I wondered how such a small occurrence could get anyone off.
+After finishing her upper body, she started on her bottom with her fingers working into her crack. She finished off by smoothing the oil on her legs and feet, by holding her legs up one at time, with her toes touching the ceiling of the limo.
+{ _* I shook my head at the thought of getting sexual gratification during Yolanda's preparation for the evening. How do you do that? *_ she wondered.}
+Next, she took out a soft red glove that looked like a velvet mitt, which she rubbed all over her body. As it sensitized her skin, it absorbed the excessive oil as it caressed every inch. I could hear her moaning at the pleasure she was giving herself. Her moans were making me a bit hornier as they grew in volume. I found myself sighing softly with each of her moans.
+When the traffic started to flow freely again, I noticed that beads of sweat had formed on my forehead from watching her. Being a strong heterosexual, I couldn't believe that I was getting turned on by watching this female being so sexually appealing. I was getting hotter by the second. I had to turn the temperature of the air conditioner lower. I changed it from a nice comfortable seventy to sixty-four. With that I got a cold blast of air in my face; this helped to restore me back to my senses.
+{ _* I was still wondering how such a small occurrence could get anyone that aroused. Or was my being her audience which was making a difference for her? *_ Ariel just shook her head once again as she considered why anyone would be getting any sexual gratification while preparing oneself for an evening out.}
+Out of her garment bag, she pulled a pair of black stockings with a floral design on the outside. Carefully, she stretched out her leg, twisting it as her hands smoothed the stocking up her leg. She made sure the floral design was straight on the outside on each of her legs. With her stockings on, she pulled on a black garter belt trimmed with hot pink ribbons. After lacing up the garter belt with hot pink cord, she attached the stockings to the belt, and made sure everything was smooth and properly adjusted.
+Once she was satisfied with her stockings and garter belt, she pulled on her black panties, which had the same matching hot pink ribbon trim. They went up over the garter belt, and she made sure she was comfortable as she sat back on the seat. {* _She probably wore the bikini panties over the garter belt because it would make things easier for her man to get access to her sex, *_ she reflected to herself.}
+She smiled seductively as our eyes met in the rearview mirror. Her smile was . . . {Ariel shook her head, searching for a way to describe the woman's expression} She had a deceptive smile on her full lips. There was something mystical about those lips that I can't put into words. The hunger in her mouth was matched in her sultry light brown eyes. With her seductive eyes she showed me that she was enjoying what was going on and knew what it was doing to me as well.
+As we were still parked on the highway in the traffic jam, I put the car in park again to relax my leg, and at the same time she got out a long black dress. She hung the dress on the hook over the side window. The dress was trimmed with pink edging and embroidered with various shades of pink roses with light green leaves over the entire halter style top.
+From time to time, our eyes met in the mirror, and she always seemed to be smiling very sensuously at me. There was always a glint of pleasure in her eyes. Plus her smile said, 'I know you are enjoying the exhibition.'
+There were three addresses that I had to go to for this passenger. The first was for picking Yolanda up, and at the second address, I had to pick up another passenger named Masterson. When I pulled up in front of the man's address Yolanda still had not put her dress on, nor had she put all her stuff away! I was a little surprised when I opened the car door for the most masculine looking man I had ever seen. He had a very sexy appearance and was unbelievably handsome. I stood there for a few moments holding onto the door, in view of the fact that I felt a little woozy.
+The female passenger greeted him in a very sexy and tantalizing voice, ""Evening, Master.""
+I looked in and saw her kneeling on the floor of the limo, bowing to him like he was some kind of god. I could partially understand her seeing him as a god, since he was so gorgeously masculine. Just looking at him could take a woman's breath away, and did mine.
+I also noticed that she still hadn't put her dress on. Masterson just got in and sat down without saying anything which I could have heard. I got a glimpse of his eyes as he gave her a look of approval at the sight before him.
+{ _* I guess I would like that too. Of course, it would have to be a guy bowing to me, *_ Ariel contemplated with a very sheepish smile. The others were sitting around her, started laughing at her tantalizing expression.}
+After getting back into the front seat of the limo, I put it into gear and took off for the final location. I looked in the mirror and I could see him watching me with his lady sucking on his cock. Her head was bobbing up and down, making sounds of her sucking on him and he was staring at me. This made me wish the window between the front and back seat had been working properly. He gave me the creeps. I got goose bumps and cold shivers. In fact, I wished I had the limo with the dark window between the seats, or even the one with the sound proof backseat.
+{ _* Yet he made me horny with everything he did, *_ was her private thought.}
+I wondered why any female would allow herself to be used like that. She was working so hard to give this guy a blow job and he didn't react to it at all. At least there were no outward signs of a reaction that I could see. I thought how unfair of him to not give her any form of satisfaction. Every time she tried to reach for her own sex, a riding crop smacked her hard across the back. I could see the red welts forming on her back. She would moan . . . or was it a groan at the smack she received and then she apologized for disappointing him. Their musky aroma got stronger by the second as she was working on him. I could only imagine that she had to be dripping wet with her own sexual desires. Perhaps some day I will understand why he didn't just let her have some sexual pleasure of her own.
+She had to be sick to be doing this for him, and he had to be just as depraved for not letting her have any fun, from what I could see. Were they sick for doing this? Why? I also astonished that she had to ask for forgiveness for trying to pleasure herself. Weird, very weird. I wouldn't apologize for wanting to get the full measure of pleasure from a sexual encounter.  
+{ _* Yet, I wished I was her. Was this what it's like to have a man control you sexually? Playing only by his rules? *_ my secretive thoughts kept running through my mind.}
+I heard Masterson's masculine voice as he answered the phone; it was so sexually deep and erotic. { _* I could feel his enticing voice appealing to my physiological needs, my sexual desires. There was a strange pulling on my inside, a tugging at my sexual core. *_ Ariel's mind came back to reality of the moment, along with the matter at hand.}
+I heard him say something that was surprising. ""Hello . . . yes, she is very much enjoying the show and the drive has been very disturbing for her. I could tell when I got in the limo that her slacks were already wet. I believe she wishes she could be part of the action . . . we will be continuing the show now and later. We are presently in a small traffic jam, but should get to the club on time,"" he said in a serious voice. Come to think of it, I never heard the phone ring as he removed the ear piece for his cell phone.
+{ _* Why would he be telling someone on the phone what his female partner was doing? That was just as peculiar as the rest of the things that had been going on thus far. Was he talking about his partner? Or maybe he was talking about my reactions? Or the way I was feeling? This made me feel spooked, that he could know how I was feeling. How would he know that? Why would he be talking about me to anyone? I'm not anyone he knows; at least I don't think he knew me. More importantly, who was he talking to about me? *_ Ariel thought to herself once again.}
+The woman stopped sucking on his cock long enough to release her tresses from the up sweeping French twist. Her mane had become messy from his fingers grabbing her head and working his fingers into her locks. She shook her curls free as she removed the ear piece from her ear, handing it to her Master. During the entire time she was getting changed, I never noticed the hands-free microphone in her ear, while viewing her in the mirror. Her ear piece didn't have a wire leading to the phone itself. More important, with all her moving around, I wonder where she kept the cell phone. Had her phone been on the entire time we were driving to pick him up?
+Perhaps she was being instructed over the phone to do what she had done during the first part of the drive. Could this bastard be so deranged as to have her masturbating with me as the audience? That would be disturbingly outlandish, and it was very humiliating for me, when that thought struck me. I could feel my face turning bright red in embarrassment. Damn it, I wasn't just embarrassed at the idea, I was mortified by it.
+As she knelt on the floor, she reached for the brush to smooth out her long, tumbling, free hair, leaving it cascading down past her shoulders. Actually her wavy locks went halfway down her back. Even in the dim light of the car, her hair's luster gave the appearance of it being on fire. His fingers ran through her silky curls causing her to lean her head against his hand, moaning with delight. I saw a small amount of caring in the way his hands led her head back to his erection for her to start working on him once again. He said something very softly to her, which made her chirp in delight. Then her head was buried in his lap, her mane fell over his lap like a flowing waterfall.
+I could feel him staring at me again; every time I looked in the rearview mirror, I saw his eyes watching me. Those eyes were an intense emerald green, which made you think they could look right through you. His lips were set firm and they were full with a touch of devilishness to them.
+I couldn't wait to get this couple to the club and out of my limo. The drive seemed to take forever, and then all of a sudden there I was, pulling up in front of the club. Of course, I had to wait in line to get to the main entrance way. It wasn't until I stopped the limo and went to open the back door that I saw the woman put on her dress. He stepped out of the limo first with the woman following like a little child. She smoothed out her dress as she stepped onto the sidewalk.
+The woman moved into a position to have him close the heart shaped hooks on the front and back of the dress once they were standing together. The dress had a very deep V-neckline that went down to her belly button. The heart shaped clasps formed an empire waist line under her breasts. It covered her breasts fully, causing her to appear more alluring and sexy, while pushing up her breasts to show them off. Her cleavage was deep with the dress properly adjusted. I thought all the men's eyes would be on her with the way her breasts and cleavage was on display.
+He kept readjusting her dress, while scrutinizing me holding the door open. I began to wonder what he found so interesting in me. I stood there with my navy blue pants suit on. I had a new white blouse I wore that day whose very low sweetheart neckline came just above my lace-edged bra. I suppose he was looking at my cleavage, being it has always been my feature attraction. For the first time, I felt a little shy about showing the roundness of my breasts. Or, it could have been my messy hair, since I hadn't the time to fix it. In addition, I had been to hot too put on the hat to hide my curls. After the way he looked at me, I decided never to leave the driver's seat without my hat covering my hair.
+The man finally finished his playing with her dress when another man stepped up to greet him. This other guy had a leash attached to a silver collar around his woman's neck. From that woman's collar, there were silver chains that led down to a pair of cuffs and a chain waistband. At this point, I figured this guy had to be just as sick as my male passenger, or were these two couples going to some kind of costume party.
+That's when the man I drove attached a gold link chain leash to a black pearlized collar with colored crystals that dangled on varying lengths of gold chains, then placed it around her neck as she held up her hair. From where I was standing, I heard a click as he closed the collar's clasp.
+While he had been fussing with her dress, she pulled on a long pair of hot pink floral lace gloves. The gloves were the same shade of hot pink as the embroidery on her dress. They went up to the middle of her slender upper arm. He pulled out a matching black pearlized bracelet with dangling colored crystals and a floral ring made up of matching crystals with a long gold chain that was attached to the bracelet which she donned.
+I watched her put on her pierced gypsy style chandelier earrings with matching crystals. When I looked at her entire outfit, I noticed the dress had slits up to the top of her legs on the sides. Plus, she was wearing thigh high black pearlized boots with a chain of matching crystals around her right ankle. All these accessories finished off her dress perfectly. I just wondered when she put on the boots. It must have been while we were waiting in line for the front entrance. That guy she was with must have had money, because all that jewelry, with expensive crystals, had to be a custom hand-crafted design.
+The men walked towards the club holding the leashes. They headed into the club and the women's heads were bent down as they followed. The way the women walked they looked like they were ashamed of what was happening to them. If they were, then why were they putting up with this garbage from these men?
+I watched Masterson walking away in his double-breasted tuxedo; he had to be at least six-foot-four, with wavy dark hair. He was broad shouldered with a slim waist, the perfect V-shape man. His legs were long and looked like they went on forever. They must have been very well developed. I could see he had a small butt, which I wanted to pinch, just to see how firm it was.
+He must have come from a state where the cowboy fashion was common everyday clothing, because he wore what looked like white with black snakeskin cowboy boots that clicked against the ground as he walked. That's when I realized the tuxedo jacket was cowboy-styled with a yoke on the front and the back. The fabric of the jacket had a shine to it that made it glow in the lights from the entrance way to the club.
+Instead of the usual bowtie, he wore a black leather shoe string tie with a gold slide. The colored crystals which decorated his slide matched the ones on the woman's extraordinary custom design jewelry. He had on an ivory colored dress shirt with French cuffs, and the tuxedo jacket sleeve had been pulled up just long enough to see the cuffs had a set of matching gold cufflinks with matching crystals.
+The finishing touch was his black leather belt with a big gold buckle with what I believe had to be his initials, DM.
+When my passengers were out of sight, I got into the limo and snatched my scarf off the seat in order to wipe my forehead with it. I had been dripping from sweat, which could have been caused by the hot weather or by watching this man. I took in several deep breaths before putting the car into drive again to pull into the area of the parking lot where the other drivers were parked waiting.
+After relaxing there for a few moments, I got my brush out and raked it through my hair. I finished it off by putting it up in a barrette to get it off my neck. Sitting with the air conditioner blasting at me for a few minutes helped to cool me off; I turned the engine off and got out to greet the other drivers.
+A number of the chauffeurs sat around at a card table, which someone must have brought for playing cards, or sitting in groups chatting, and still others were sleeping, waiting for their passengers. There was some kind of party going on, resulting in a wait of about four hours before all the guests would be coming out of the club.
+I had gone into the club a couple of times to use the facilities before I found out they had prepared meals for all the drivers. I was told it was normal for this club to serve the chauffeurs during these affairs, knowing that everyone would get hungry and thirsty waiting. Many of the drivers sat around the small private dining room, eating, playing cards, or watching the game on the tube.
+While I was eating, I kept hearing cheers and shouts of ""Take it off,"" or "" 'CUM' on baby, do it,"" along with other seedy comments. After listening to those comments for about twenty minutes, I had to see what was going on. I had asked a couple of the men what was going on in the other room, but they just snickered and kept on with what they were doing. Making a comment about finding out about the shouts, I heard a few sinister remarks from the male drivers about my going to investigate the party. At the time I just didn't understand why they looked at me funny or were making those comments as I left the room. Of course, in time I learned why they acted the way they did.
+Slowly, I eased over to the large banquet room where the party was going on. I was shocked by what I saw. All the women were either stripping, totally naked, or wearing articles of lingerie that helped to accentuate the sexy curves of their body. Many of the women were gorgeous and shapely. Some were heavy, as well as beautiful.
+Many of the women were entertaining the men in different ways and manners. I could see that all the men were enjoying what was happening; yet, there were some men who barely showed any emotions whatsoever. In the middle of the floor were a couple of women going at each other, but I could not see exactly what it was they were doing. I had just seen a few things, but I wanted to see more to understand what this was all about. I was going to step into the back of the hall to see what else was taking place. That's when the manager came over and asked me to leave. Oh, well, so much for seeing what other entertainment was in the works. As the manager forcibly walked me to the back door, I was then warned by him to stay out of that area of the club. I could come in to use the facilities, but I would be watched to make sure I behaved myself and stayed out of the restricted areas.
+I should tell you, I was the only female there. I asked the men outside about the party going on, and they just laughed at me. They were different sizes and shapes. One of the less attractive men said, ""Would you like to experience what's going on inside? I'm willing to show you. Come with me,"" he took my hand forcefully to pull me into the back of his limo. The next thing he knew, he was laying on the ground, grabbing his crotch from the shooting pains of getting kneed there. None of the men were laughing now. They looked at me in surprise at what I had done. There were a few men that gave me the thumbs up, with looks of approval.
+{As Ariel mentioned kneeing the guy, all the men winced at the idea of the pain she inflicted, while shifting aimlessly in their seats. She and the other ladies giggled to themselves, knowing, for a change, the discomfort they were feeling.}
+I went back to my own limo and leaned back in the front passenger seat just to relax. I put my portable radio on and fell asleep and I got a few moments of peaceful sleep.
+{Ariel took a sip of her drink before continuing her tall tale, noticing the rapture expressions of her audience. The anticipation was building, and several male drivers were licking their lips as they listened. Taking a breath, Ariel continued.}
+***************
+I was alerted to the guests starting to leave the club when one of the drivers rapped on the window.
+""Let's go, honey. They're starting to leave,"" he said, going back to his own limo. The man that alerted me was the only one that had always treated me with any kind of respect. The others had treated me like some kind of whore; many of the others tried to get in my pants, but none ever got their way.
+I do have to say, there were a few of those guys that I would have loved to get to know a little better. {Ariel looked at the other ladies, some of which wanted to know more about those male chauffeurs, while some others scowled at her.} But I learned early in driving a limo not to get too friendly with them.
+I got out of the passenger side to look around and to see if my passengers were exiting the club yet. I walked around the car to the driver's seat. { _* That night, I could feel the moisture that was accumulating in my slacks' crotch. I must have been dreaming about what I had witnessed earlier that evening, *_ she remembered.}
+Like all the other drivers, I got in line waiting for my passengers to come out. When Masterson and Yolanda came out of the club, she walked out toward the limos with the dress wrapped around her body. He was still leading her by the leash, but unlike her earlier demeanor, she looked ashamed, as if something didn't go right for her. Even that man had a look of disappointment that showed in the way that he walked; his face never changed expressions.
+They waited at the curb for me to drive up closer to them, since there were six other limos in front of me. When I was a limo's length away from them, I put the limo in park and got out to open the back passenger door.
+After they walked over to the limo, she handed the dress to her Master before either of them even got in. He got in first with the dress in his hand, and I could see that he just tossed it carelessly onto one of the seats. The woman stood there naked until he motioned for her to get in the limo and knelt on the floor in front of him, once again.
+I observed that none of the others outside of the club even noticed what was going on. Of course, why would they? That's when I noticed that a number of the other women coming out of this club were dressed similarly to the way my female passenger was. They did the same thing with their dresses, handing the garments to their Masters before they entered their limos. All the male chauffeurs just stood there with silly grins on their faces, watching the nearly naked ladies getting into their limos. I could see a number of them had erections tenting their pants. Some also rubbed their cocks as they walked back to the driver seat. It was interesting to me that almost every man had the same reaction to these women.
+{ _* What was this place? What went on in there all evening? I had only partial answers to these questions, and I was not about to ask the bastard in the backseat, *_ her same private thoughts ran through her mind.}
+As I got in the line to get out of the parking lot, I noticed he pulled her up onto the seat next to him. He started to caress her body, sucking on her nipples. The noise and sight of his sucking made me forget what I was doing, resulting in my foot slipping off the brake. I then had to jam on the brakes to stop short for my turn to get on the road to the highway. I could hear him swearing at me as they slid off the seat.
+""Damn, be more careful with your driving. Bitch,"" he said in a very strong, demanding voice.
+""Sorry, Sir, they're cutting me off,"" I told him in response. Of course, I lied. I didn't want to admit to this bastard that he was the reason I hadn't been concentrating on my driving. What I really wanted to tell him was 'Get the hell out of my limo and walk home. I'll take the woman home and you can just bloody well walk. Or maybe one of your male buddies will drive you home.' But alas, I kept my mouth shut.
+The couple got themselves situated on the seat again, with his hand moving down to her panty covered pussy and her legs opening up. The scent of her sex permeated the air once more. I had to open the car window to get some fresh air this time. The air conditioner was kept on sixty-four, to keep me cool and hopefully to cool off the couple in the backseat.
+It was too late in the evening to be a careless driver. The last thing I needed was a ticket for that bastard having a naked lady in the backseat, since he was all over her on the drive back to his apartment.
+He pulled off her panties and tossed them into the front seat next to me. He became extremely exasperated when I tossed them back towards him. I had picked them up with the pen I usually used to fill out the receipts. He picked up the pen and tossed it back into the front seat. I was lucky he didn't hit me in the head. I heard the pen land on the floor and left it there. When I got back to the garage, I tossed that pen into the garbage.
+He proceeded to push his pants down and mounted her while she was lying on her back on the floor. He was paying only superficial attention to what he was doing to her. It seemed obvious that he was trying to entertain me for some perverted reason. He got a little more abusive to his woman whenever I paid more attention to the traffic than to him.
+The asshole started to call her names such as bitch, whore, slut, and a few other colorful names. I listened to him telling her what to do, step by step. It was as if she didn't know what to do unless he told her. She performed every task or thing he wanted in order for her to pleasure him and not solicit further wrath. Her only reply to each of his instructions was, 'Yes, Master. Please, Master. Thank you, Master.' I just thought the whole situation was extremely peculiar.
+I don't know everything that he did or didn't do with her during all of that time. I tried hard to concentrate and paid attention to my driving and nothing else. When he started to groan loudly, I felt like I was being pulled back to watching them; I paid some attention to their combined moans. These moans were getting to me; I became aware of myself getting wet. I was grateful that I had put on some panty protection for the long drive that I still had to make. I felt myself having a mental orgasm when we were stuck in another traffic jam, that time it was road construction. I must have been moaning myself, because I saw him laughing as our eyes met in the mirror. Damn it, I felt like my daddy had caught me playing with myself.  
+The couple shifted positions, to having her on all fours as he entered her from behind. Their pelvises were banging against each other as he grabbed a handful of her hair, with his other hand on her shoulder. He would release her shoulder periodically to give her a few hard smacks on her ass. With each tap, she bucked harder against him. Her loud moans of pleasure were coming from deep inside her belly.
+I heard her begging to be allowed to cum. Why would anyone need to beg for such a natural reaction to a sexual act? More importantly, how did she control herself to not cum automatically when the need did arise?
+He kept saying, ""No."" I just couldn't understand why he was being such a bastard about letting her have her sexual satisfaction.
+I heard desperation in her voice pleading with her Master to allow her to cum. He didn't give her permission until his eyes met mine in the mirror one more time. I'm sure he could see the revulsion in my eyes. When she did cum, her outcry was ear splitting. He stopped thrusting in and out of her for what I had to believe was his own explosion within her sexual cavern.
+When the car stopped for a traffic light, I noticed she looked like she was somewhere else, wanting something more. I just wasn't sure about what more she could want. Her body collapsed on the floor of the limo. He pulled out of her with a pop, spilling some of his seed on her back and the carpeting.
+He leaned against the seat with his cock hanging down, drained of his salty seed. It was covered in their combined juices, but was still a good five inches in its relaxed state. It made me wonder just how long it could get at attention.
+When he got himself back together, he took a new bottle of cold water out of the mini bar. He then took the wash cloth that was lying on top of the suitcase to clean himself off. After pulling up his pants and tucking his shirt back into his trousers again, he poured a little of the cold water on her back to clean her up. Her body jerked and a loud whimper came from her belly when the water was poured onto her back. With the wash cloth in hand, he wiped her off.
+She turned over onto her back again, and her hands started to caress her own skin as he watched her. First they moved over the bottom of her breasts pushing them together. She held them together with one of her arms while her other hand moved down her belly towards her pussy. The second her hand touched her shaved pussy, his riding crop smacked it and her pussy. She yelped at the sting of the hit. Again, she started to beg for forgiveness. In addition, to the forgiveness, she begged him to allow her to masturbate in front of him until she could cum again. He let her play with herself, I could hear her moans. Again, he started to instruct her in what to do, and how to do it. She had to suck on her on tits after coating them with their combined juices. After some time, he let her finger fuck herself until she cried out when the orgasm washed over her, after he told her she could.
+With her outcry, I found myself panting in rhythm with her. It was as if I was endeavoring to live through her vicariously. I could feel my own body responding to his commands and her pleading. There were several times I just wanted to holler at the guy to let the bitch cum already.
+As the traffic started to move again, something else started to happen between them. I didn't hear the rest of the exchange between them, because he pulled her into his arms, setting her on the seat. I was too busy driving to really care. I saw and heard her crying into the shoulder of his jacket. It did get to the point where I just wanted to hear this bum tell her how well she had performed.
+I pulled into the garage under his building. She was naked except for her gloves, jewelry, boots, stockings and garter belt. She got her belongings together, along with her suitcase on wheels to carry them into the elevator. He followed her into the elevator after signing the credit charge slip.
+I looked into the limo as the elevator doors closed to see the mess on the floor that I would have to get washed before returning to Loves Limo's. _* Thanks a lot *_ I thought, glancing back at the closed elevator doors with a nasty look. I also gave them the finger, they couldn't see it but it felt good to do it. It was a good thing that I added the cost of cleaning on to this guy's tab. I closed the back door and I got back into the limo. Man, what a strange pair they were.
+Within ninety minutes, I had the car in the maintenance garage at Loves Limo's. I clocked out, got into my own car and went home to crash.
+******************
+What Ariel did not tell her fellow drivers was what Masterson did after he had signed the slip. He told her ""Anytime you want, I would gladly take you on as a new submissive. I'll train you to be a very good sexual slave. You are a very hot and unsatisfied submissive bitch and I know what you need. I know what to do to fulfill the sexual desires and needs that are in your deepest dreams.""
+He then pushed his business card into her bra, causing shivers down her spine. His fingers reached far enough inside to tease her nipple, making her take in a sharp breath. He then moved down the middle of her chest toward her crotch, where he tried to grab her. He was unsuccessful because she took a step backwards. He only laughed as he walked away. ""I know why you did that. You didn't want me to see how wet you are, bitch. One day, I will have you. You know it's what you want.""
+Ariel had a hard time breathing with him that close to her. She was able to feel how wet she had gotten when he touched her breast. She knew she had to get away from him, but the limo blocked her escape, so she was only able to take one step backwards, just in time.
+ _* He's really sexy up close. His scent of dominance is overwhelming, *_ she thought when he stood over her.
+Ariel was weak kneed as she walked back to the driver's seat. She sat behind the wheel, pulling herself together as a number of thoughts ran through her mind.
+It took a few moments for her to finish pulling herself together before putting the limo in gear and driving back to the office. She could not wait to get home and take a nice, long, hot shower to cleanse herself of the evening's events.
+Just as Ariel was starting to pull out of the garage, she saw him watching her again from the elevator. _* How long had he been there? Why had he come back down? Or did he go up in the first place? Had he seen her give him the finger when she thought the doors were closed? *_ she wondered, as she turned the limo onto the road.
+That was when she partially realized what she truly wanted. _* I do want someone to take control of me, more than anything else. The only way I'm going to find out if I can be truly satisfied is to submit to a dominant man that wants me. Would I be willing to be trained by him? Would I be able to satisfy him? Or would he satisfy me? Is this what I really want from life? *_
+What annoyed her most on her drive back to home base is that he had been right about her wanting to get to know him. She wanted to find out about his world. She started to believe she longed for the right man to take control of her sexually. That was why that trip caused her so many unaccustomed emotional and mental problems, and now she had to deal with these issues.
+She remembered that, for some time, she had been reading erotic stories with a strong male presence: dominate man, a Master, which had been turning her on more and more. Was she ready for this kind of relationship? Did she want a man like this? Was he the man for her? Was she supposed to be concerned about the lady that was with him this evening? Did she really want to be that woman?
+***********
+That night when Ariel got home, she quickly stripped off her pants suit heading into the shower. She always loved the fact that one of her stock tips paid off enough to get her a Jacuzzi. After taking that long hot shower she lay down in the Jacuzzi with the jets beating on her sore muscles.
+Relaxing in the Jacuzzi, Ariel's hands started to roam her body, caressing her tense legs from her knees up to her demanding desire. All evening, her G-spot had wanted attention, undivided attention. Her fingers wandered from her pussy lips to her inner opening. She found the spot that was calling out to her. With her fingers she could not reach it the way she needed to get the satisfaction.
+Reaching above the tub into the back of the cabinet, she pulled out a dildo. Sliding it between her engorged lips and into her pussy, the contact made her moan out in pure pleasurable relief. Starting out slowly at first, Ariel arranged her legs wide open leaning against the walls of the tub. With the aid of several of the jets pounding against both her openings she began to climb to her first orgasm.
+The dildo jammed deep inside of her canal was eleven inches long and four inches thick. The thick ridged black jelly cock shaped dildo slid inside her causing her to moan softly at first. Lying back against the side of the tub with her neck resting on the edge, she increased the rhythm of the vibrating cock. With each thrust her moans got louder with each penetration, she felt it going deeper until it hit her deepest wall, causing her to let out an intense groan. After that deep belly groan, she thrust the cock in a few more times before she felt the orgasm explode through her body.
+Her body kept shaking from the climax, making ripples because of her jerking in the water. Coming down from her climax high, her body settled down and the moans quieted down as well. Ariel lay back in the tub letting the jets of water pound on her as her legs straightened out in the tub. She left the vibrating cock inside her as her mind started to drift off into a light sleep.
+""Did I give you permission to orgasm? Did I say that you could play with yourself? Did you get permission to use that vibrating cock?"" the strong, sexy male voice said.
+""Go to hell. Get out of here and leave me alone,"" Ariel said in a nasty voice, looking around to see who the voice belonged to. She saw no one, but that could not be, because she could hear him breathing. Getting out of the tub she looked around the bathroom, the hallway, and the bedroom, but there was no one there. ""What the heck is going on?"" she said aloud. There was a ringing of the phone and as she reached for the phone, she fell face forward into the cooling, pulsating water.
+There was no ringing phone and she was shaking from the chill of the water. Letting the water out of the tub, she stepped into the shower to warm her body in the warm water. While drying herself off, she wondered how long she had been asleep in the tub. Looking at the clock she could not believe it showed six o'clock in the morning.
+ _* I was asleep for almost two hours, wow, *_ she thought. Ariel dried herself off and set her hair before hitting the sheets. Being so tired, she tossed and turned for a while before falling into a deep peaceful sleep. As she fell into her dream level, she was thinking about that passenger, Masterson, and what he offered her.
+Again she began to dream about him, only this time she was being held in his embrace, and his control. His lips were only mere inches from hers as her hand moved to caress the back of his head to pull it closer to her lips. This resulted in his pulling his lips away from her and pushing her arm down to her side. She sighed in disappointment at not getting that kiss she wanted.
+""You don't control when I kiss you. I'm in control of what you receive and when you get it,"" Masterson said. He looked at her with his piercing greens in disappointment at her actions. ""You do what I want you to and nothing more. Do you understand me?""
+Ariel looked at him with tears in the corners of her baby blue eyes. She was confused and did not know what to say to him, or if she wanted to reply to his demand. Yes, he was demanding her to answer; she could see it in his eyes.
+""Answer me. Do you understand me?"" he demanded a second time, with a hard edge to his voice this time.
+""I believe so,"" she said timidly. Her body started to shake in his embrace.
+""Since you are new, I'll accept that answer this time. In the future, it will be a Yes or No answer,"" he told her as he released her from their embrace. Placing a hand on her shoulder he turned her left then right to inspect her body. His bright shining green eyes looked at her with pleasure, and he was pleased with what he saw.
+Under his powerful gaze, she started to sway. Her legs were becoming weak, and she had to fight to remain standing. She felt like she was losing control over her mind.
+Seeing her weakened state, both physically and mentally, he leaned over to kiss her. Her lips parted easily to allow his tongue to enter her mouth. Their tongues met to dance the sweet dance of her submission. Her body melted in his arms as her arms snaked around his shoulders to hold onto him.
+What was happening to her? Ariel was enjoying all of the things happening to her, the butterflies in her tummy, wooziness of her mind, the hard throbbing of her heart, the sound of the blood pounding in her head. She was feeling more alive than she had before.
+She imaged stripping off that tuxedo to get to see his physique. He had to have a great body, muscular and strong. There he stood over her; she could see the strings of muscles going across his broad shoulders into his thick neck. The muscles going down his arms rippled with strength that could hold her in an embrace that she could not break free from.
+His chest was strong and firm and his chest hair was smoothed to his tanned skin. The chest hair was a dark brown, which made it look like a breast plate with a thin streak of hair going down to his belly button and past it. The sides of his tummy were clear of any dark hair.
+The strip of hair continued down and exploded wide into his pubic hair. She noticed that he kept that hair trimmed close to his skin. His cock was getting aroused at the slightest touch of her fingers against it when she removed his clothes. It only took that feathery touch for his cock to spring alive to a small erection. Her fingertips stroked the partially engorged head, causing a little of his juices to ooze out onto her finger.
+He watched her playing with his stiffening erection and the way she enjoyed the flavor of his cum. As she lifted her finger to her lips to lick the juices off, he helped to guide her finger in and out of her mouth. She started to finger fuck her mouth to enjoy the pleasure he was letting her have, as he leaned over for another kiss.
+Ariel loved the way he was slowly seducing her to his way of life. He was showing the kindness that a Master can give her and she wanted more of it.
+She continued to look over his physique as her gaze wondered down his legs. Masterson's legs were well developed into long thick branches of muscles that appeared as though his tanned skin had been poured on by a true artisan. His legs looked liked the statues of the god Apollo.
+She noticed the only pale white parts in the area of his groin were his cock and his nuts. There was a thin white line that went around his hips to show the white cheeks up to the top of his crack.
+Ariel stepped back at the overpowering presence of his naked body next to hers. On the one hand, she just wanted to jump his bones; while on the other hand, she wanted him to take total control of her sexuality. This scared her and so did those eyes that had been penetrating to her soul the entire time he was in the limo.
+When she woke in the middle of the afternoon, he was on her mind. Even in her dreams, those eyes seemed to be watching her every movement. Each time she turned around, she was under his surveillance and he was there waiting for her to come to him. Ariel would come out of the bathroom and there he stood waiting. He was haunting her. Why doesn't he go away and stay away? Many times she would wake up in cold sweats, or shaking, or both.
+One afternoon she woke up screaming. Why was she screaming? Was she scared that this is what she wanted? Or was screaming because he was . . .
+When she awake, her mind's eye she could see him taking her to bed. Tying her to the bedpost and having his way with her. She would be naked with her legs spread eagle, with her ankles high in the air and her butt several inches off of the bed. He put a pillow under her to give support and a better entry point. Her arms were spread out as well and tied to the headboard.
+Masterson entered her wet cavern and began to drive into her. She could feel his balls hitting her ass with each slow and powerful plunge. Her breasts lay there like large bowls of jelly wiggling in rhythm to his pounding. His hands moved up her belly to her breasts to pinch and squeeze the nipples. Moans of pleasure rang out of her as his thrusts became forceful, until she came with him in a major explosion.
+******
+Ariel was pulled from her private thoughts as one of the other drivers accidentally kicked her in the shin. She suddenly realized that another driver had started to tell his tall tale of the steamy backseat encounter in a Love Limo's luxury car. She could not wait to see who had the hottest story of them all, just to get her mind off Masterson. That was when she heard one of the male co-workers urging, ""So what happened then?""
+ _ **Make sure you read what the other drivers have to say about their encounters. See who has the hottest or weirdest story.**_
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+If you like a chance to join this chain story, to tell your own tall tale, you are welcome to get in contact with me for the details by clicking on the contact line below.
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+ _I would like to thank all my editors for helping with this story. Having an editor for grammar, plot and other details is great, but having a beta reader editor was wonderful. She has a habit of asking silly questions that make you think twice about one's story line._
+I would like to thank my friends that listen to me complain about my story not going the way I want. Helping me figure out what is wrong with the plot lines or what to do with the characters next. Or just help me with descriptive terms when I get tired of using the same word or phrase over and over again.
+I hope you have enjoyed reading my little story. Please leave your comment below, vote or send me your comments about the story. I will answer those with return email addresses."
+38,Driver Billy Ray,angelicminx,Chain Stories,2006-10-05,2006-10-05,2022-01-08 03:47:02,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/driver-billy-ray,Hot sex in the back of a limo.,"['Car', 'Driver', 'Limo', 'Lust']",4.31,"Disclaimer: All events and characters depicted within this story are imaginary. Any resemblance to real people or situations is pure coincidence.
+****************
+ _Welcome to the **Love and Limousines Chain Story**. Each author will be telling their own little tale of what happens in the backseat of the limousine. Each author will be using a different letter of the alphabet for the driver's name. Only time will tell what the driver's names will be._
+I hope you will enjoy the individual stories and let us know what you think of the hot stories.
+SexSweetheart
+****************
+ _It was a typical day at Love Limo's, the drivers were in the break room waiting for their assignments, as they sat around chatting, enjoying a cup of coffee, tea, soda or whatever. There was always something to munch on as well. They had a habit of exchanging their stories about some of the things that happened in the back seats of their limos. The stories were the usual told over and over again by drivers._
+They had an on-going bet to see who had the hottest and steamiest story to tell. Many of the stories involved formal dates to the prom, weddings, special occasions, and men with their girlfriends or the reverse.
+It was driver Billy Ray's turn to tell his story about the adventure in the backseat.
+Billy Ray was a somewhat attractive man. He was about average height, with mousy brown hair and rosy cheeks. His green eyes often sparkled with mischief, capturing the attention of those who would, more often than not, look past a heavyset man. With his jolly demeanor, the extra weight he carried seemed to suit him.
+Billy Ray leaned back in his chair and began to speak, ""Well, I don't rightly know if I can top Ariel or Ernest, but I'll tell my tale anyway."" Billy Ray looked around the break room at all the horny faces. ""Y'all sure you wanna hear this, now? I mean, I don't hafta tell ya what happened iffen it'll be too much for ya.""
+A chorus of groans filled the room. One voice said, ""C'mon, ya damned redneck, get on with it, I got bidness to attend to.""
+Billy Ray chuckled and spat tobacco into his empty pop can. ""All righty then.""
+""I pulled up at Ms. Donovan's right on time and blew the horn to let her know I was there. I got out of the car and started to knock on the door just as she opened it. She sure was a looker. The auburn haired beauty was lookin' mighty fine in the white spandex dress she was wearin'. The way it hugged her curves I was wishing I was the dress, let me tell ya.
+I introduced myself, 'My name's Billy Ray, ma'am, and I'll be driving you to the airport this morning.'
+'Kathleen Donovan,' she said with a nod, 'my luggage is here inside the doorway.'
+I picked up her luggage and took it to the car while she locked up. When she got to the car, I opened the door and I'll be damned if her dress didn't hike up enough for me to see the tops of her stockings. I noticed the grin on her face and it got me wondering if she hadn't done it on purpose.""
+A woman's voice asked, ""Stockings?""
+""Yep, stockings. I've been around the block a few times in my forty years, but I didn't think ladies wore stockings anymore.""
+""Maybe they're making a come back,"" the man next to him said as he nudged Billy Ray with his elbow.
+""I reckon so,"" Billy Ray said with a grin. ""Anyway, I got in the car and pulled away from the house, hoping she hadn't noticed the tent in my britches. I couldn't help but watch her in the rear-view mirror. She kept smiling to herself and patting her curls. She looked smug, like she was up to something.
+All of a sudden she got this huge grin on her face and she reached down to smooth the stocking on her right leg. I thought I was gonna bust when she ran both hands up her leg, pulling her dress up above the stockings. Then, by hell, she did the other leg too and her dress pulled up even further.
+Well, I did what any other red blooded man would do. I craned my neck trying to get a better view. I reckon she read my mind, cause I'm sure she wasn't lookin', Ms. Donovan opened her legs a little wider and I could see her pussy. There weren't nary a hair on it. I don't know what she'd been doin' that morning, or if she was turned on by me, or what, but her pussy was wet as all get out.
+She shocked the hell out of me when she spoke. 'Behave yourself, darlin'. Get me to the airport in one piece and on time and you'll have your chance.' She laughed when she said that.
+Well, I gathered my wits about me right quick. I wasn't about to let that opportunity slip through my hands. I said, 'Yes, ma'am! May I ask you a question, ma'am?'
+'Sure,' she said, 'what would you like to know, Billy Ray?'
+'Ma'am, does your pussy taste as sweet as it looks?' I turned my head and winked at her.""
+Laughter filled the break room.
+""Well, I couldn't just look at her, I was driving after all, so I turned back around.
+When she said, 'Hmm, let's find out, shall we?' I glanced up at the rear-view mirror just in time to see her dip a finger into her pussy and bring it to her lips.
+Ms. Donovan winked at me and said, 'Oh my, yes, it does. I would love for you to taste it. Remember the deal, one piece and on time.'
+Well, I just about busted a nut, as you can imagine. I says to her, 'Yes, ma'am! One piece and on time for a taste of that sweet bald pussy.' I couldn't believe my luck, her being a classy lady and all. I wondered if she'd let me fuck her too, or iffen I'd just get to lick her slit.
+Well, that lady started strokin' her pussy. I glanced at her face and she winked at me. Let me tell ya, she was puttin' on one hell of a show. She opened her pussy lips and played with her clit, dipping her fingers inside her pussy for lube.
+'Like what you see, Billy Ray?' I could hear the wickedness in her voice when she asked that question.
+I gave her the only answer I could, 'Oh, yes, ma'am. Please, don't stop.' At that point I had to stroke my cock through my britches. In hindsight it might have been a dumb request. It was clear she had no intention of stopping.
+She slid her middle finger deep inside her pussy and stroked it in and out. I had a hard time keeping my eyes on the road. When she propped one leg up on the seat and rubbed her clit in a furious fashion, I couldn't help it, I rubbed my cock through my britches just as fast as she rubbed her clit.
+When her moans became louder and closer together, I lost it. I heard her cry of release just as I came. Thank God I didn't wreck the car in the process. I saw her face in the mirror. She was wearing a crooked, smug grin and seemed damned proud of herself for makin' me lose control.
+Ms. Donovan said, 'Enjoy yourself, Billy Ray?'
+'Yes, ma'am! But I'll enjoy tasting and fucking you even more, ma'am,' slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it.
+'Just remember our deal, Billy Ray,' she says, as if I was gonna forget,"" Billy Ray said with a laugh.
+""Not likely, Billy Ray. Sounds like she was hot to trot.""
+""Yep, that she was. She sat back and closed her eyes for the rest of the trip. When I got to the airport, I drove around to the long-term parking area, because it has the fewest cars in it. I parked in a space at the very back and shut off the motor.
+Ms. Donovan says to me, 'Thank you, Billy Ray. Now, come back here and taste my sweet pussy.'
+'Yes, ma'am!' I said. I damned near killed myself scrambling out of the car and into the back seat with her.
+She lifted her dress up over that sweet ass of hers. I grabbed her hips and buried my face in her pussy. It was just as sweet as it looked, y'all. I licked her clit and shoved my tongue into her hole as far as I could get it to go. I used my thumb to rub her clit and she got awful squirmy. She bucked up to meet my thrusting tongue and hollered real loud when she came. Sweet pussy juice flooded my mouth and I savored every drop.
+When she was finished jerkin' and carryin' on, I sat up and undid my britches. Her eyes got real wide when she saw how hard I was, but I sure didn't stop. I buried my cock all the way in her sloppy, wet pussy. I didn't expect her to be so damned tight and almost blew my load before I'd even got started. I had to stop for a minute and think about huntin' to get myself under control.
+I started moving inside her, slow and easy, but that wasn't what she wanted, no siree. She hollered, 'Fuck me, Billy Ray! Fuck me hard and fast!' and she sank her nails into my hips, like spurs. Whooee!
+Well, I couldn't do nothin' but oblige. I am a gentleman, ya know.""
+Billy Ray's co-workers laughed so hard at that statement, one of them fell off his chair.
+""I fucked her just as hard and fast as I could. I thought for sure that I was gonna hurt her, but she just kept beggin' for more. When we came, I thought the world was gonna explode. She yelled so loud, I'm surprised y'all didn't hear it clear over here.
+I rested on her until my cock slipped out of her pussy, and then I sat up. I know I was grinnin' like some lunatic, but I just couldn't help it. I fastened my britches and said, 'Thank you, ma'am.' I got out of the car and slid back behind the wheel.
+I watched Ms. Donovan in the rear-view mirror as she used a handkerchief to clean herself up. 'My pleasure,' she said. Yeah, she was pleasured all right."" Billy Ray grinned. ""She straightened up her dress as I drove around to the passenger drop-off. I stopped the car, got out and opened her door. She held her hand out for me to help her out of the car. It seems her legs were a little wobbly.
+I opened the trunk and set her luggage on the curb. She handed me a huge tip and said, 'I'll request you the next time I need a lift to the airport, Billy Ray. Thank you for a wonderful ride.' The grin on her face was as wicked and sinful as they come, but you can bet your sweet ass I'm waitin' for that call. I thanked her and got back in the car. As I drove away, I watched her in the rear-view mirror and I'll be damned if she wasn't flirtin' with the skycap.""
+""That was one hell of a tale, Billy Ray.""
+""It was also one hell of a fuck,"" Billy Ray said with a wink. ""Who's next?"""
+39,Driver Ernest,Decayed Angel,Chain Stories,2006-09-14,2006-09-14,2022-01-08 03:47:04,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/driver-ernest,Harold & Mindy perform for Harold's wife in the backseat.,[''],4.39,"_Welcome to the Love and Limousines Chain Story. Each author will be telling their own little tale of what happens in the backseat of the limousine. Each author will be using a different letter of the alphabet for the driver's name. Only time will tell what the driver's names will be._
+I hope you will enjoy the individual tales and let us know what you think of the hot stories.
+SexSweetheart
+****************
+It was a typical day at Love Limo's; the chauffeurs were in the break room waiting for their assignments. They sat around chatting, reading, playing cards {such as, hearts, poker, solitaire}, and enjoying a cup of coffee, tea, soda or whatever. There were always plenty of things to munch on as well.
+The more experienced drivers had a habit of exchanging their stories about some of the strange things that had happened in the back seats of their limos. The stories were the usual, told over and over again by drivers.
+It was Ernest's turn to tell his story about the adventure in the backseat. The old guy scooted his chair up to the table with an annoying screech. Most of the other drivers in the room settled in for what they thought would be some boring little story. What else could they expect from this grey bearded, chubby, no not chubby, big, fat man who wheezed when he talked?
+The room was silent, except for Ernest's breathing. He took his bottle of cherry flavored diet cola, turned the twist cap, took a long drink and then burped. ""Oh, oh, excuse me,"" he said with a smile. He then ran his hand over his sweaty brow, pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket, wiped his hand off and then carefully folded the handkerchief and put it back into his pocket. Already two or three of the other drivers had wandered off and there was a bit of a buzz in the room as a few comments passed through the group, ""Is this guy going to live long enough to tell his story?"" ""Hell, am I going to live long enough for him to tell it?""
+Ernest made an odd face, leaned to one side and then the other, scooted his chair again and then leaned to the right. ""If he farts I'm gone folks,"" someone moaned. Just then Ernest cleared his throat with a disgusting hack, grabbed the table edge and began his story:
+*
+Hot. You wanted hot, I've got hot. Some of you know me, I've been here a while and I'm neither blind, nor stupid. I know how it goes. You guys get the new Mercedes or the hot stretch Lincoln and I get the '95 Towne Car complete with squeaking brakes, a cassette stereo and a broken moon roof.
+Yeah, you can go count your fancy clients and their big tips, I get people, all kinds of people... real people, interesting people. And yeah, on this trip I got all this along with a broken air conditioning system.
+Fortunately I got to the airport early and parked the car in the shade of the parking garage. The limo area was in a well ventilated part of the garage so when I climbed out of the car it felt like a cool breeze rolled over me. I slipped on my jacket, hoping it would hide the sweat stains under my arms and across my chest, and walked into the terminal.
+My sweat had caused the writing on my sign to run, so I had to borrow a piece of cardboard from one of the rental counters and rewrite the passenger's name: Kobolowicz. It took three pieces of cardboard to get the name right. Anyway, I was able to wait in the frigid terminal air for about an hour, when finally I saw that the flight had arrived and I stood up with the rest of the drivers holding signs.
+I had waited there while most of the other drivers hooked up with their clients and wandered off when an older gentleman approached with two women and a skycap, pulling a badly overloaded luggage cart. One of the women appeared to be the man's wife, an attractive lady perhaps in her early fifties. Her hair was nicely colored, with only perhaps a faint hint of gray at the scalp. Though not thin, she had a nice figure, certainly with some interesting curves.
+""Just one driver, but we ordered two cars,"" the woman said in an intriguing, low toned voice. ""We were supposed to have two cars,"" her husky voice seeming to tell me, _""Take my breasts and squeeze them.""_
+""I... I don't know Ma'am,"" I replied, wondering which twit back there in the break room was about to cost me this fare.
+Looking at her husband she said, ""I'll take care of this,"" and grabbing her cell phone out of her purse, she walked off, her hips swaying enticingly.
+I looked back to the gentleman who said apologetically, ""Please excuse my wife, she gets worked up at times. What do you think?"" he asked, looking at the trunk and then back to his pile of luggage, ""Can we fit the luggage in your trunk okay?""
+Looking over the pile of luggage I said pensively, ""Well, if all three of you sit in the backseat and I put some of the luggage on the front seat beside me we should do okay."" I wasn't about to split this tip with anyone else, I'd make the luggage fit.
+Nodding, he then looked at the other woman and said, ""Mindy, you don't mind riding with my wife and me, do you?""
+""Oh, no sir,"" she replied, ""it will be fine.""
+I could tell the young lady was cold, her nipples created two large creases in her blouse, emphasizing her otherwise unimpressive breasts. Looking back up at her face I noticed her beautiful blue eyes, which seemed to shine exuberantly from her youthful face. Her nose was a little large and though she lacked the classic beauty of the gentleman's wife, she seemed to glow with excitement at everything around her.
+""Harold, are you sure you made it clear to Christine that we needed two cars? I mean we hired Mindy as a personal assistant for your mother, she's not a maid. She should ride in her own car. She is a professional, though she seems a bit young to be a personal assistant if you ask me,"" she said pertly.
+""Yes Kath, two cars, one for us and one for Mindy. She came highly recommended and remember she's also going to be mom's nurse. There weren't many people interested in doing both for us.""
+""Well, I tell you one thing, poor Christine is losing it, I mean she has messed up every trip we have taken this year,"" she said, sounding very exasperated.
+""I know, I know, but for as long as she has worked with Dad and me, I just can't get rid of her. The office would just not be the same without her,"" he replied, sounding a bit sad.
+""Yes, yes I understand, you are such a pushover. But what do we do now?"" the wife said, tossing her chin up, ready to persevere.
+""Kath, everything is fine. The driver says that the luggage will fit in the trunk and front seat of the car. Mindy can ride with us in the back, she doesn't mind.""
+""She'll ride with us?"" the woman asked incredulously.
+""She's not very big, and there's plenty of room in the back seat, she can sit between us. This is not a problem, we'll be fine,"" he said, almost smiling as his wife nodded. He looked to me and repeated, ""We'll be fine."" He then smiled, though I'm not sure whether it was because he had finally quieted his wife down or because he'd seated next to the attractive young assistant.
+I grabbed one of the suitcases about to fall off the skycap's cart and said as cheerfully as I could, ""Okay, everybody, please follow me.""
+It was a short walk out to the car and it only took about ten minutes or so to get the luggage worked into the trunk, with three pieces wedged into the front seat beside me. Not wanting to lose the fare, I kept quiet about the air conditioning until I got away from the airport.
+After a few miles, the wife said, ""It's very hot in here, can you turn up the air conditioning.""
+""Well ah... Ma'am the air doesn't seem to be working, you might want to roll down the windows,"" I said, acting surprised.
+""No air conditioning? How do you expect...,"" her voice wavered as if she was near tears.
+""Kath, it's just a short drive home,"" the man interrupted, ""we'll open the windows, take off our jackets and continue our ride home.""
+""Our jackets, are we to simply undress here?"" his wife whined dejectedly.
+""I'll have the driver put the screen up so he can't see us, okay?"" he said, trying to keep his wife as comfortable as possible.
+""At least do that Harold,"" she replied, removing her jacket and tossing down to her feet.
+""Driver? Could you..."" I had already hit the switch to close the screen between us. I did notice that as soon as the screen closed, the back windows opened. With a slight adjustment of the side mirror, I found that I had a perfect view of the man's wife. She had removed her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse so I could see all the way down to her white laced bra. Her face and chest were covered with droplets of sweat and I watched as a droplet ran down from under her chin to the valley between her breasts. Her face had flushed some and she was slowly fanning herself with some magazine.
+For much of the drive I couldn't hear much from the back seat with the wind blowing through the open windows, so I simply continued driving while watching the older woman in my side view mirror. As it got hotter, she seemed to be slipping out of more and more of her clothes. By then she had removed her blouse and both her bra straps had slipped off her shoulders. With each bounce of the car, those fine and very sweaty breasts were flopping up and down and up and down.
+As we were getting closer to our destination I began to hear bits and pieces of the conversation in the back seat as the voices got louder. I slowed down the car down a bit so I could hear them better.
+""Why don't you just go ahead and take off her bra, you're staring so hard,"" I heard the wife say. She continued, ""I can't believe you just did that Harold."" I twisted in my seat trying to see what happened. What the hell did he do?
+""Well you told me to,"" he replied loudly. Damned if he didn't remove Mindy's bra, just as his wife had taunted him to do. Wishing there was some way to see through the screen behind me, I glanced over at the other side mirror but I couldn't see anything. All I could do was watch the look of shock on the older woman's face slowly loosen up, as if she were somehow intrigued, maybe turned on watching her husband remove Mindy's bra.
+""And if I told you to just grab her breasts...,"" she stopped with a gasp. ""And then pinch her nipples?"" This time she seemed less surprised. ""Pinch them harder, yeah, like that.""
+Glancing in the mirror, I could see the lady had slipped her bra beneath her breasts and was sliding her palms over her nipples as she gave instructions to her husband. ""Now Harold, are you going to suck that poor girl's nipples, why she's younger than your daughter,"" she said with a high pitched voice, mockingly scolding him. Yeah, she wanted him to do more.
+""I'm twenty,"" I heard the young woman say with a sigh.
+""She's twenty Harold, now take off her panties,"" she said, reaching her hand down the front of her own body.
+Looking for a nearby tree, I pulled the car into some shade and parked. Hitting the intercom, I said, ""I need to stop here, the car is overheating. It'll only be a few minutes.""
+""Okay, okay,"" the woman said, as she shuffled some. Looking into the mirror I watched as she took off her bra and looked like she was removing her skirt, perhaps even her panties. ""Harold, let her see your cock. You have seen a cock before Mindy?"" she asked petulantly.
+""Yes,"" she answered, breathing hard.
+""That's right, Harold, pull off your pants. See there Mindy, he's already hard. He usually needs to take a pill to get that hard for me. I guess he likes you, but who can blame him,"" she said admiring the view herself. Hell, I was hard and I couldn't even see her.
+""Yes Ma'am,"" Mindy answered, obviously very distracted.
+I could only stare in the mirror as the woman toyed with her nipples as sweat poured down over her breasts and dripped off. I could see her hands then move down towards her lap, as they would slip out of sight. It was obvious she was touching herself as she watched her husband. Damn I would have loved to have seen that.
+""What are you doing Harold, are you going to put your tongue in her pussy?"" she paused, taking a deep breath. ""Yes, I see there... tell me how she tastes Harold.""
+""It's salty, and a bit tangy,"" he replied, pausing for a moment. I could then hear his loud slurping as he returned to between Mindy's legs.
+""Is it good Harold? I see you licking your lips, I know you like it. Yes Harold, put your tongue back inside her. You know Harold, I like it, I like her pussy... can you see mine, here, look now, see how wet I am,"" she continued on and on, getting more and more excited as she directed her husband and Mindy.
+She had now moved in a way that by straining my head out the window, I could see her stroking her pussy, dipping her fingers into the wet opening and then sliding them up her slit. Her glistening fingers circled the clit as she continued talking, ""Do you see me Harold, I'm fucking myself while you're eating her, can you see me?"" Her voice began to sound urgent and demanding.
+""Yes Kath, I see you,"" Harold replied breathlessly and a bit annoyed.
+""Oh God Harold, are you going to make her come? If you make her come, I'll come too Harold,"" she said insistently.
+I could hear Mindy moaning and saw the woman begin stroking faster and faster. ""Yes Mindy, you come Mindy, will you come? Will you?"" she begged.
+""Yes, yes,"" I could hear Mindy moan as she was getting closer and closer. It sounded hot, but my eyes were glued on the lady, I wanted to watch her face each instant while she came.
+""When Mindy, tell me when you come,"" she said, grinding her teeth.
+""Now, I'm coming now,"" she screamed ecstatically.
+""Oh Harold, I'm coming too, can you see me.""
+I could see her and it was magnificent, her body, glistening in sweat, looked so beautiful. Her hips pumping up and down as her fingers slid into her pussy and moved back up to her clit where they circled. Two large breasts bounced as she moved and then she suddenly arched her back and simply moaned, before collapsing back onto the seat. I don't know if Harold had watched her, but I'm not taking my eyes off her.
+Still catching her breath she said, ""Harold, let her suck your cock. Let her suck your cock and you tell me who is better, her or me.""
+The lady smiled coyly, toying with one of her nipples until it glistened with her juices left on her fingers. She watched the young woman take Harold's cock into her mouth and I could see her as she moved her mouth, perhaps mimicking what Mindy was doing to her husband, perhaps, silently coaching her. Either way, all I could do was imaging she was doing that to me. After a few minutes she spoke up, ""Well Harold, who is better?""
+""You are Kath,"" he said, somewhat surprised.
+""Mindy, have you sucked cock before?"" she asked with an evil look in her eye.
+""A few times,"" came her shy reply.
+""Would you like me to show you how to do it right?"" Oh yeah, I could tell she wanted to show this sweet young thing how to really please her husband.
+""Yes Ma'am,"" Mindy said, sounding surprised.
+""Mindy, would you let Harold put his cock in your pussy, so I can taste you on him?"" the wife said. She sounded anxious to begin her demonstration.
+""Well, yes,"" she replied reluctantly.
+""Okay Mindy, you just climb over him there. That's it, now let him get in there good, you get him good and wet okay,"" the wife coached, very insistently.
+I watched as the older woman nodded, perhaps matching Mindy's nod. Her hand moved back to her pussy as she watched Mindy bouncing up and down on her husband's cock. She let it go on for quite some time before saying, ""Now Harold, don't you come in that little girl, she doesn't want to get pregnant. That's right Mindy, move aside, it's my turn.""
+She disappeared from view and in a short time I cold hear Harold moaning a bit. The woman then sat up with a bit of Harold's cum running over her chin. Leaning back in the seat, she swallowed and then slipped her fingers over her chin, wiping up the white liquid. I watched as she slowly, so sexily licked the last of his jism from her fingers. When she finished she said, ""That Mindy, is how to suck a man's cock.""
+The woman then looked into the mirror and said, ""Driver, I think we are ready to go home now.""
+Damn, she had known I was watching the whole time. I guess, looking back on it now, the way she moved so I could see all of her did seem a bit awkward. She was just giving me a better look.
+I started the car and drove the final two blocks to their house in silence. When we arrived I got out and opened the lady's door. In the short ride she had gotten her skirt and bra back on. She handed me her blouse and I helped her out of the car and then held the blouse open for her. Slipping into it, she buttoned her buttons and then ran her hand along my beard and whispered, ""Well did you come too?""
+""Well, ah, not really,"" I told her, a bit embarrassed.
+The woman glanced down and smiled, ""Well at least you don't need a pill for me to get you hard.""
+""I'll get the bags,"" I said, but before I could move several men came out of the doors and moved to the bags. I looked back to the lady and shrugged my shoulders.
+She stepped closer to me and handed me two one hundred dollar bills, whispering, ""Harold is a bit cheap on the tips, this will help you some.""
+I nodded and quickly slipped the money into my pants. Harold then come over to me and counted out five one hundred dollar bills. I couldn't believe it, a seven hundred dollar tip for a twenty minute drive from the airport, which actually took about an hour, all in a car with no air conditioning.
+I stood by the car while the crew carried in the bags and the three passengers walked toward the front door. I was about to climb in and drive back here when the lady turned and called me sweetly, ""Oh driver?""
+""Yes Ma'am.""
+""What is your name?"" she said, smiling invitingly.
+""I'm Ernest Ma'am.""
+""Okay Ernest, I may need a driver sometime later in the week and I need to know who to ask for. You see, there's this shade tree I want to visit again with you... Ernest,"" she said with a wink.
+""Thank you Ma'am...""
+""And enough of this Ma'am stuff, just call me Kat,"" she said, seeming to flirt with me.
+""Not Kath?""
+""Hell I hate it when he calls me that. You call me Kat, okay?"" Yes, she was definitely flirting.
+""Certainly Ma..., I mean certainly Kat, I look forward to seeing you again.""
+I climbed into the car and drove back here.
+*
+The room was absolutely silent as Ernest stood up, reached a hand into his pocket and showed them one, two, three, four, five, six and seven brand new one hundred dollar bills. He headed toward the old 95 Towne Car shouting back, ""Sorry, I have to go now. I have to see a lady about a shade tree."" Walking towards the limo, Ernest smiled as he listened to the complete silence he left behind him. Twisting his feet as he walked, he let his beat up tennis shoes squeak on the concrete floor. He then climbed into the car, waved at the others and drove off."
+40,Driver Ichabod,sakismurf,Chain Stories,2006-10-18,2006-10-18,2022-01-08 03:47:06,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/driver-ichabod,The hare and wolf go for limo ride.,"['Dominate/Submissive', 'Fur', 'Masturbation', 'Werewolf']",4.4,"_Welcome to the Love and Limousines Chain Story. Each author will be telling their own little tale of what happens in the backseat of the limousine. Each author will be using a different letter of the alphabet for the driver's name. Only time will tell what the driver's names will be._
+I hope you will enjoy the individual tales and let us know what you think of the hot stories.
+SexSweetheart
+****************
+It was a typical day at Love Limo's the drivers were in the break room waiting for their assignments. As they sat around chatting, enjoying a cup of coffee, tea, soda or whatever. There was always something to munch on as well. They had a habit of exchanging their stories about some of the things that happened in the back seat of their limo. The stories were the usual told over and over again by drivers.
+They had an on-going bet to see who had the hottest and steamiest story to tell. Many of the stories involved formal dates to the prom, weddings, special occasions, men with their girlfriends or the reverse.
+Everyone in the room started to grumble and groan at the mention of Driver Ichabod Butterworth. They couldn't help but thinking of him having a typical story of group sex. Every driver in the room imaged that Ichabod could tell a story that would be typical at the same time disappointing. Many of the other drivers all had at least one bad experience with Ichabod.
+This man had wrecked too many relationships with clients, and of course there was the incident in which Ichabod caused a lawsuit that resulted in everyone's pay being reduced. Diver Ichabod personality was also part of the reason why several other driver avoided him even before that incident. The man was known for being self-centered and rather rough when he spoke.
+Ichabod is a tall man of 6-foot-6 with broad shoulders and a nice build. He has an overwhelming presence to his size. People don't notice his build as much as his height over them, it has a tendency to make some people feel uncomfortable because he over powers them.
+Ichabod had coffee brown eyes and brown hair with red highlights when he stood under a street light. He kept his hair the length of his fingers, which he always ran his fingers though when worried. He has strong cheek bones and a strong chin. Ichabod's nose though was similar to his namesake's famous pointed nose, but aside from that few people made the connection because Ichabod Crane was not physically opposing as Ichabod so few people made the connection.
+Before I begin my story, Ichabod began sitting down, I'm not going to talk about one of my usual drives, I want to talk about a last minute job. I received a call from dispatch that one of the other drivers had gotten sick and I was chosen as the replacement. The client, one Miss Bárány had requested a ride from the airport to her estate. At the time, I had been driving limousines for almost a year. Up until then, I had mainly driven groups of people to and from proms. I didn't drive around many business men since they never request me.
+For those of you who don't know, I started driving limousines after I got fired from driving a trash truck. I also studied to be a masseur for a while. Then I couldn't get by on job that is solely based on tips. I'm a large man that often towers over my prepubescent clients. I don't know why people don't see me as a sensitive guy, I mean I'm nice to my costumers and they never wish want to talk with me. I think that's why this client sticks in my mind. For a few minutes, I think that she actually saw me. When I first saw Miss Bárány, I just knew that she had to be my client. Compared to the other people waiting at the international gate, she was the only one that looked like she would pay for the expense of our limousines. I didn't have a clear view of her figure, but I could make out from the outline of her body from the way her clothes hanged. I knew that she would have a body that was delicate and feel delightful underneath my hands. I don't like to touch anorexic women; since they were all skin and bones. It makes their skin move differently when I would massage it.
+Miss Bárány's face captivated my interest, so I examine on it, rather than trying to figure out her dimensions. She had the face of an angel outlined by a halo of chocolate brown hair. I figure she was of European descent like the rest of those rich folks. Yep, she had all the makings of a first class lady, especially while dressed in a thick fur coat. I don't know why, I've always associated the rich with having nice fur coats. She had this air about her that made her seem enchanting and pure. I didn't get the sense off her that she was a whore.
+When she walked up to me and introduced herself as Miss Bárány, I of course offered to help her with her luggage. She gave me an arched eyebrow and gave me an eye-catching smile. I couldn't help myself when I grinned back her. As I loaded the suitcases into the limousine's trunk, I noticed that her coat seemed to be made of rabbit fur patched together, and parts of the coat didn't look at all stable.
+I was surprised when she touched me on the shoulder. Her ashen skin was soft and supple. She put her other hand into her coat while I struggled to keep my eyes on her face as she gave me a sly smile. Miss Bárány stoked my arm as she pulled out a cigarette, and asked for a light. I fumbled while trying to get the lighter out of my pocket. She granted me with a short giggle as I tried to get the lighter up to her cigarette. I knew that she was pleased with me from the way her eyes twinkled as she glanced at me.
+That's when I heard a growl from behind me that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.
+""Farkas, don't scare off the driver."" Miss Bárány warned him gently.
+I turned around in the direction that she was looking, in her direct line of her sight was a man dressed in baggy clothing. I looked behind this guy to see if she was possibly talking to another person, but there was only a group of female tourists standing nearby. I noticed how the tourists were looking at him while they were talking to each other, then one of the tourists walked up to him. She placed a hand on his butt and the guy almost jumped a foot in the air. Then the tourist proceeded to invite him to her hotel for a night of fun.
+The guy gave a low sensual growl and approached the tourist, then put his head near her neck. I didn't catch any words that the guy said, if any. There was this moment of intimacy that I didn't feel right looking at. I could tell by the huge blush on her face, the tourist was affected by whatever he was doing. I could see his nose almost trace the area near her ear down to the base of her neck. I was got this dirty feeling from watching, this intimate encounter. All of a sudden, he backed away from her eyes wide open, waving his hand over his nose. I could see the look of disgust clearly on his face. I believe that her offer was rejected. The lady turned away pissed and furiously stalked off back to her friends.
+I guess he sniffed her and didn't like what he smelled at all. I have never seen a guy sniff a woman's neck before and since. It's just weird to see someone do that to someone and I'm not sure if I would like someone to do to me.
+The doubts that I had about them being together were squashed when Miss Bárány exclaimed in a pissed off tone, ""Get in the limo, Farkas.""
+I was disheartened to hear that, I would have preferred to spend the long drive back with just the two of us. Now, our little exchange was over and it would be time for me to do my job. I took a second look at this Farkas, he was dressed in baggy clothing as I first observed. I didn't get what Miss Bárány and that tourist found appealing about this man . I mean I'm no pretty boy model type, but I don't look like an unkempt man. This guy had matted hair that wasn't short, and looked as if he hadn't shaven in a few days.
+As Farkas approached the limousine, I could see what the women were after. I could tell through his baggy clothing that he had rippling arm muscles and a tight stomach. His body reminded me, of the body that I dreamed of during my teenage years. Then there were his eyes which scared me, they hinted at a part of him that I didn't want to meet in a dark alley in the middle of the night, then again I might hesitate at high noon.
+Miss Bárány seemed anxious to get to where she was going, because she politely reminded him about leaving the airport and returning to her estate. I witnessed a look transform the Farkas's face as he entered the limousine; it was look of terror from someone who might be claustrophobic.
+Miss Bárány seemed pissed off at Farkas's behavior. As she entered the limousine after him, I was able to see a generous glimpse of a pair of well toned ashen legs. I could easily picture those legs wrapped around waist which made my cock start to harden. I hear a growl from Farkas; I glanced at him in response. I noticed his eyes flash gold as they traveled from me to my costumer.
+On that day, I was driving a limousine that was rigged to keep noises going in-between the front and back compartments. I turned the speakers on in case the client wanted something. Which would happen every now and then, it happened on a previous drive that day. Naturally, traffic was horrible as usual, with the construction on the beltway, and an accident on the outer loop. As we got father way from the city, I was able to go five miles above the speed limit which allowed me to take about an hour to drive to the client's estate.
+That's skipping over too much though, about ten minutes into the drive. I heard Miss Bárány say, ""I can't believe that you flirted with that woman. Am I really that unappealing? I mean I must look like a wreck after that long plane trip. I..."" Up until that time I hadn't heard the voice of Farkas. It was deep, rich, and definitely foreign sounding. He had one those deep voices that I suppose can make a woman wet, just reading off a menu. I have enough memories of women swooning over such voices at movies to know.
+""She didn't meet my standards. She smelled too much like other men for my tastes."" Farkas spoke with true disgust in his voice. I was surprised that he was able to pick up the scent of other men.
+""Oh, so if she had smelled like other women then it would be okay?"" Miss Bárány sounded uncertain of herself. She didn't seem to be that confident, anymore.
+""I was just teasing her, no different than what you did with our illustrious driver. I saw the way you were flirting with him."" I listened more closely to their conversation at the mention of driver. I couldn't help but think, so what if she was, there's nothing wrong with that Miss Bárány is a free woman. I didn't see a ring on her finger.
+""What I was doing, was being nice and I wanted a light. What's wrong with that? How does that justify what you did?"" Miss Bárány started to sound upset at this point. I just wanted to stop the limousine and run back there and toss this loser out.
+""I was just having some fun with her, let it pass. You know that I'm only interested in you. Haven't I been able to prove that?"" After saying that Farkas seemed to be able to placate her, and they stopped talking for a while.
+It wasn't until we had really left the city and on the outer loop, till I heard Miss Bárány speak. ""What are you doing, wait till we get home at least before you do that!"" ""What's wrong? Don't you like what you see?""
+Miss Bárány responded quickly, ""That's not what I said, just keep your clothes on."" I heard slap a moment later and then I heard that voice again, ""Now, I understand, I can smell it. You like what you see too much."" I heard some movement in the back compartment.
+Miss Bárány sounded uneasy, ""That's not what I said. Just keep your clothes on. I could hear the rustling of clothing and a clunking sound similar to shoes being tossed. I could the feel the limousine suddenly lurch to the side, like someone had jumped from one side to other. I could hear Miss Bárány cry out ""Watch it! Don't pull the coat any more apart.""
+That's when I decided to turn on the mini TV and camera to view what was happening in the back. The image I was greeted with was something along the lines of what I imagined. Farkas already had his clothes off; I could get a decent view of his back. It was well defined with muscles and looked tense even with my lousy reception of the TV. His clothes were thrown around the limousine. I could tell that Miss Bárány was already out of her coat and what ever she wore beneath it. I got a glimpse of her underwear and her bra looked as if she would pop out of it at any minute. Miss Bárány was wearing a white thong with hose and her shoes were already off. I could make out the look on her face, it was filled with lust, but she seemed hesitant to follow though.
+Farkas seemed to be in the process taking of the hose. He was in between her legs and rubbing his hand up and down them. I watched him almost ripped them off her hips, his fingers making holes into the hose itself. Then he grabbed them again, this time making more holes further down the legs. I could see the tatters of the hose coming off with his violent actions.
+""It's too bad that we can't go on a little chase isn't it? It would be nice to chase my little rabbit."" I could barely make out his voice, although he was teasing her with words. I could make out the smug look on Farkas's face and his posture hinted that he was in control of what was happening and was enjoying it. For a few minutes, he didn't move and just seemed to grin; I couldn't help but compare him to a predator savoring the moment before he would pounce on his prey.
+Farkas grabbed the remains of the hose and wadded them, then through it. ""I don't understand how you can stand wearing such things for long time periods. Why do you make yourself suffer?""
+""Well, I think that my legs happen to look great when I wear hose, that's what important is."" she replied with satisfaction.
+I could tell that he wasn't doing harping on her about her wardrobe as Farkas grabbed part of the coat. ""Well I don't see why you have to wear this silly coat all the time. It's barely holding together.""
+""Don't talk about my coat that way, it's important to me because you gave it to me... oh...the condition of the coat doesn't matter. Miss Bárány responded, sounding more frustrated then before. While she as talking, the man had started to rub the fur against her skin. She was moaning in response with a flushed face. I could see that the fur was being used to knead her breasts. I watched Farkas move the fur down to massage her foot, then bring it back up her leg to her crotch. He stayed there for a moment, and then repeated the process with the other leg. Farkas seemed to be merciless in his actions and didn't increase his pace no matter how she pleaded.
+I wasn't unaffected by this little sex scene going on, my cock had already been rock hard as I took in this scene. After seeing the little episode that was going on now, I was more than ready to burst. I knew that I had to stop and get my own release soon or I would explode right there in the front seat. So, I decided to gas up the limousine. In the distance, I could see a spot where I could get away from this couple. I put my foot on the gas and stopped at a gas station. When I arrived at the station, it seemed deserted. I didn't see any cars and the lights were off. I couldn't get into the rest room with out breaking in. So I quickly ducked behind the back of the station, but at least I was out of site of my passengers.
+As I stood and got my little driver out, I pictured Miss Bárány's face in my mind. I pictured the look on her face as she was caught up in her bliss. I imaged that I was between those lovely legs, messaging them. I was touching her velvet skin. I pretended that I was thrusting my hips in and out of her body. I feel her legs rap around my hips and pulling me in deeper. I could feel her lovely breasts in my hands as I messaged them causing her nipples to harden. Her soft subtle lips were kissing me; our tongues did a delicious dance. That did the trick for me; I let out my seed on to the wall. When I was able to pull myself back together, I headed towards the limousine.
+That's when I realized that I hadn't pulled into the best of places, and I figured it would be a good idea to leave as soon as possible. As a hurry back to the limousine, I realized that if I should have looked around a bit before pulling in.
+As I start to pump the gas, I can hear Miss Bárány's moans of ecstasy pouring out of the back compartment. For the rest of the time, I stopped looking around and start to think about the comparison of what I'm doing versus the backseat's occupants. I heard the sounds of two people having passionate sex in humming out of the backseat; I can't help but picture the rough images of inserting a thrusting cock and pumping in and out of another's body. At the same time, I was inserting the gas nozzle and pumping gas into the large body of the limousine. I resisted the urge to mimic what I pictured was going on inside the backseat to what I was doing to the pump. Although the relative size is a horrible match, I try to think of other things, least I have to make another trip behind the station.
+After I finally reenter the limousine's front seat, I decided to turn on the speaker again, only to find out how the passengers were fairing. At first I didn't hear anything, I started to believe that the couple had finished and had noticed as to why I had stopped the limousine. Then I started to hear the sounds of Miss Bárány moaning again. She sounded as if she was riding a horse on a bumpy road. I decided that I had seen enough that night and didn't turn on the camera again. I also started to hear a faint growling sound and made a note to get the limousine check at the shop. When we got within five miles of my destination, I warned the passengers that we were close.
+When I finally got to the destination, I spoke though the intercom telling them of our arrival. I moved quickly opened the door to finding Miss Bárány fully dressed and a little flushed. Following her was a huge black dog, causing me to do a double take. I looked for the man inside the backseat, but he was missing. I heard Miss Bárány call for Farkas to come to her. I noticed the dog gave me glare before following her.
+I looked inside the limousine, and the interior was trashed, claw marks on the upholstery. I walked up the Miss Bárány to have her sign the trip ticket, but she already had a check written. I flipped out when I saw the tip; it was enough to fix the interior three times over. I couldn't really complain. There was one thing; I found this broken claw in the upholstery. I checked it out and I think it's a wolf claw not a dog, now I'm sure that you guys have more erotic stories, but I probably won the weird factor.
+I would like to point out that I the writer is not really trying to beat my peers, but merely attempting to write. I would also thank my editors for helping a new writer trying to get story ready."
+41,Dry Valley,RedHairedandFriendly,Chain Stories,2006-05-02,2006-09-10,2022-01-08 03:47:07,7,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/dry-valley-ch-01,"1. The Jewel of the Valley returns, her secret  exposed. 2. Mitch shows up at Jessica's and leaves with a task. 3. Jessica makes no promises. 4. The telephone becomes a problem and ends are tied; for now. 5. The setting sun is a place where wishes and dreams come true. 6. Dancing & wedding plans are discussed while darkness lurks. 7. Justice is served Texas style by a surprising victim.","['Dead Parents', 'Drug Dealing', 'Inheritance', 'Long Lost Love', 'Nonconsent', 'Secrets', 'Swimming In Creek', 'Twin Brothers']",4.48,"**Dry Valley Ch. 01 - Jessica Returns**
+Jessica sat at the back of the bus, wondering when she'd finally be able to get off; she had been riding for the last several hours. She grabbed the soda from between her legs, opened the top and took a long swing. Tired and hungry she looked at the scenery pass her by.
+She saw the green trees blur as the Greyhound moved faster down the highway; she didn't look forward to the trip home. She hadn't been back since her mom died, even then she had sworn not to go back. In her heart though, even back then, she knew she would. People who left Dry Valley always came back; it was like an invisible rope pulling them in, sucking them into a vortex of nothingness.
+The white line of the highway became a fast moving track that Jessica found herself watching; it blurred along with the rest of the road. The blacktop, the gravel, even the grass became almost one big blur of colors as Jessica remembered the day she left Dry Valley.
+The funeral for her mom had ended and Jessica was upstairs remembering her, reflecting on her life, before Gary had entered it. She didn't understand what her mom saw in him. He was drunk most of the time, and high the rest, usually both. Her mom wasn't like that, her mom was anything but a drinker. She detested drugs, but with Gary, it was like he was her drug. He had come into her room, told her he wanted her out. She had no problems with that, he tossed her an envelope full of cash and the 17 year old Senior was gone within the hour, never looking back, until now. Jessica stayed the last few months of school with the O'Grady's, graduated, then took charge of her life.
+Gary had given her mom something no man had ever given her since Jessica's dad died; Gary had given her mom stability. He had swooped in one day and melted her mother's heart with kind words and gentle smiles. Showered her with gifts, took her and Jessica to parks and sporting events; he was a perfect gentleman, until the third week.
+Jessica had only been six when Gary moved in. She had liked him in the beginning, what six year old wouldn't. He had come in, given her new clothes, toys, games, even a pet bunny. Then he had started bringing in his friends. Men and women soon were spending the nights on their sofa or in their guest room. Once her mom, came and took Jessica to a hotel to sleep.
+By the time Jessica was 10 she pretty much knew what was going on. She had figured out how Gary afforded all the extravagant gifts he gave her and her mom. He had his own little business on the side. The transaction became more open once Gary made friends with the local police chief, soon Jessica's room would have a few bags of the white powder in her closet and even some in her bottom drawer. She didn't know for certain what it was at the time, but she understood Gary's threats; if she touched it, he'd kill her mom.
+She believed him, and now at the age of 23, she still believes he would have. Gary was dead now, his life taken out by the same officer that he had befriended years ago. The officer had died too, just a month later. It was an old friend of her mother's that had called Jessica, telling her the news. Jessica had been surprised that anyone knew where she was. Mrs. O'Grady had told her that Gary always knew, and he had given her the information in case she ever needed to be called.
+The greyhound began to slow and Jessica looked up, only a few people were on the bus. She was curious as to where the other travelers were going, but she only had her imagination to carry her with them. No one had sat with her, and though she was thankful for the quietness, she admitted it would have been nice to have someone there to speak with on occasion. She watched the town get closer, the bus on its final route, at least for Jessica.
+When it pulled up to the small bus stop Jessica grabbed her duffel bag and her purse. Easing her way down the isle, she smiled at the driver. He had seemed a nice man, reminded Jessica of Mr. O'Grady, she wondered how the old couple were. She walked off the steps of the bus and down onto the sidewalk. Taking a deep breath, she began to walk towards the home that now belonged to her.
+Gary had left her everything. To her it didn't seem like much. It was her mother's home first, and in her heart it was always her mother's and Gary's, but never Jessica's. She had decided to come here, see if anything touched her heart enough to warrant taking it back to Atlanta. If not, she'd let the O'Grady's have their pick, have a garage sale, and then go home. She had a life in Atlanta, and she wanted to finish the chapter of Dry Valley, so she could go back.
+Rounding the corner, Jessica saw the house. The one for six years she had only faint memories of happy times, and the ones after that were blurred with few smiles and even more tears. Each step she took brought her closer to the picket fence and the small gate that locked her out. Lifting the latch, she pushed it open and walked towards the porch that circled the house. The porch swing hung low, while the gentle breeze pushed it back and forth.
+Jessica stopped and looked at the swing, she just wasn't ready to go in yet. Putting her purse and bag down, she went to the swing. Her fingers trailed over the chains that held it suspended in the air. She turned around, scooting herself onto it, and rested there. Her eyes looked out to the well kept lawn and the tulips that were blooming. ""The O'Grady's,"" she sighed.
+Jessica looked over at the O'Grady's place, scooted herself from the porch swing, picked up her duffel bag and purse, then fished out her keys to her old life from the envelope that Mrs. O'Grady had mailed to her. Her hand trembled as she inserted the key, turned it, then heard the click that released her past and pushed it to her present.
+Closing her eyes, taking a deep breath, she opened them, and then pushed open the door of her previous life. Jessica breathed deep the hint of lemon and Murphy's Oil Soap, she chuckled, ""I should have known."" She laughed as she set her belongings inside the door, and closed it behind her. The lamp on the table was lit, Jessica smiled, picked up the phone that rested there and dialed the O'Grady's.
+""Hello?"" the little voice answered, after several rings.
+""Hi Mrs. O. I'm here, and I wanted to thank you for the house, it looks great, you must have been working all week to make it smell and look so pleasant.""
+""Oh, Jessie dear, welcome back, I'll be right over.""
+""No, you rest, I'm going to settle in, do some shopping and then make a few calls, I'll come over and visit in the morning, okay.""
+""All right, love, if that is what you want, I had help with the house, once my daughter and her family heard you were coming home, they all set to work making that place livable again, and we stocked the refrigerator and cabinets for you also.""
+Jessica laughed, ""Thanks Mrs. O, I'll see you tomorrow okay.""
+""Sounds lovely, and Mitch and Tom will be over later to fix the leak you have in the sink and the whole in the roof.""
+""What? When? and Who?""
+She heard the quiet laugh, ""Oh, you have two handsome handymen that are going to be working on your home for you, Mr. O'Grady insisted, they'll be over later this evening I think, you rest dear, bye."" She hung up the phone before Jessica could say anything else, ""Well Mr. O'Grady,"" she said as she turned to her elderly husband, ""I think Dry Valley's gem just returned to town, and soon we'll all be a bit brighter in the neighborhood.""
+""No match making now,"" her husband told her.
+""I would never, besides she needs someone to fix the leak and patch the roof,"" Mrs. O'Grady smiled, patted her husband's hand and moved back to the kitchen. The grandchildren were coming tomorrow and she had dozens of cookies to make.
+Jessica sighed as she heard the dial tone, hanging up the phone, she ran her fingers through her hair, and pulled herself up to her full height of 5'9"" and headed to the bathroom, ""I bet that is fully stocked to.""
+Jessica moved throughout the house, it looked as if someone had just left for a moment, not months. She went to her old bedroom and sat down. The bed not hers, the dresser no longer hers, nothing was the same. Her eyes scanned the picture window, the tree that stood there was now ten feet taller, she smiled as she remembered her and her mom planting it one Arbor Day.
+She stood up and walked over to the window. Jessica pushed with all her might, still the window refused to budge, ""Damn!""
+""It's nailed shut,"" the voice in the doorway called to her.
+Jessica spun around and looked into the face of Mitch Walker. ""Hello, Mitch.""
+""Jess,"" he walked over to the window, a hammer in his hands, pulled the nails, raised the window and left.
+She watched him leave, then sat down as memories of her high school sweetheart and his twin brother assaulted her senses.
+Memories consumed Jessica, thoughts of her and the brothers passing notes in class. The time Tom and Mitch dared her to streak naked across the baseball field, granted she'd only been 10 but it was fun. Her mom had spanked her for that; she had deserved it, but still it had smarted. The time she and Tom kissed under the rope swing, that hung from the tallest tree out by the Walker's pond, brought a sigh to her lips and then she recalled when she had ended up kissing Mitch a year later, under that same tree, and feeling her heart melt in his hands.
+The Walker place was outside of town, the road that led to the farm was graveled and stirred up dust if you so much as shuffled your feet on it. She had loved it out there as a kid, sometimes, her mom would take her out there if Gary was having a big party or an even bigger deal go down.
+She had grown up all over town, being shuffled from one house to the next; perhaps that's why she found herself, so at odds within the walls of her mother's home. It only held a few memories for her, but Dry Valley itself held all of them.
+The Walker's, the O'Grady's, even the soda shop had more memories built up inside their walls then this little two story home. She listened to the two brothers that were downstairs; their voices muffled, but every now and then she'd pick up a word. Her name was spoken once or twice, but not after that.
+Mitch's voice brought thoughts that carried her to heated make-out sessions in his truck after football games. She remembered how much she loved him, and how often he loved her. Now as the sound of his voice came back to her, she was filled with a rush of goose-bumps. She could hear him down stairs, along with tools hitting the floor. ""Ow!"" she heard one of them shout.
+""Tom,"" she thought. Jessie closed her eyes and remembered the night before graduation, then shuddered as the thoughts tried to pull her back to that awful time.
+""So,"" she thought to herself once more, ""Tom knows I'm here, Mitch does as well, so with the help of Mrs. O, the whole town will be over here with my luck."" She stood up, stretched, and walked to the door, closing it softly. Grabbing the duffle bag, she pulled out her clothes for the next few days, along with a small kit, that contained her bathroom necessities.
+She placed them in the connecting bathroom and grinned at the pink lacy curtains that hung over the window. She saw Mrs. O's work everywhere she went, thankful for that touch of love that she had missed over the last several years.
+""Hey, Jess.""
+She spun around and saw Tom standing behind her, ""Hello stranger,"" she smiled back, wondering if he was going to be just as quiet as his brother had.
+""Come here."" He grabbed her arms and swept her into a big hug. She grinned against his chest and hugged him back. ""You still smell good,"" he whispered against her hair, ""nice to see some things don't change.""
+""Yes, some things don't change do they."" Mitch's voice came from the bedroom, his blue eyes running over the embracing pair.
+Jessie looked over Tom's shoulder and recognized the look she received from him five years ago, just a month before she left Dry Valley. He had misunderstood then and was misunderstanding again.
+""Hello again Mitch,"" she said as she left the warmth of his brother's arms. Giving herself a mental shake, she spun Tom's body around, and pushed him out of the bathroom, ""I've got to go, so out you go.""
+Tom grinned back, ""Need any help?""
+""Get Tom,"" she laughed, then shut the door behind her. Jessica leaned against it, trying to listen to what the brother's were saying.
+""You don't change do you?"" Mitch's voice came through the wooden door.
+Tom's voice followed quickly, ""Look's like you don't either, still holding that grudge.""
+""Well you fucked my girlfriend,"" Mitch yelled then lowered his voice, ""you screwed her real good, then dumped her. You planning on doing that again?""
+Jessica shook her head in disbelief, she still couldn't believe that Mitch thought she had slept with Tom, that wasn't what had happened, and no matter how much she and Tom had told him the truth he refused to believe it.
+Flushing the toilet, hoping it was enough to convince them that she really had used the restroom, she pretended to tuck her shirt back in as she came out of the bathroom. ""Hey boys, I hear Mrs. O' left me food. I bet she left soda's also. You want anything?""
+Jessica refused to acknowledge the argument that was so old it had gathered cobwebs, but now with the return of Jessica Scout, it had been cleaned and reopened. She sighed as she left the room, hearing the twin Adonises moving behind her.
+Pulling some lunch meat from the fridge and three bottles of Root Beer, she grinned at the contents left behind and then closed the door. She saw Tom grab the bread and Mitch reach back into the fridge for some condiments. Before long, paper plates joined the group of items on the table.
+""What no fine china, Mrs. O'Grady is slacking off,"" Jessica joked as the three grabbed their plates and headed out to the porch. They ate in silence, comfortable for Tom, and uneasy for Mitch and Jess.
+Tom was the first to break the uneasy spell that had been cast over the three diners, ""How long are you planning on staying?""
+""I don't know, a few days, perhaps a week. It depends,"" she answered, taking a swig of her Root Beer.
+""On what?"" Mitch asked, his eyes trying hard not to read anything into her next answer.
+She glanced over at him, ""It depends on how long it takes for me to sell the stuff inside, and put the house of the market.""
+Tom choked on his drink, and coughed hard. His eyes watered as Jessica leaned over and pounded him on the back. ""Jesus Christ, Tom you okay.""
+He waved her off, stood up coughing and tried to catch his breath. ""He'll be fine, let him choke,"" Mitch said, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
+She stared at the brothers and waited for Tom to breath once more. ""Your selling! Shit you just got here,"" he squeaked out, then swallowed a drink of his soda, to ease the sting in his throat.
+""Let her go,"" Mitch said, ""it's her place now.""
+Jessica felt a little hurt that Mitch was okay with her leaving, perhaps if she had slept with Tom, it would have turned her life out differently, at least he seemed to care for her.
+""I've got a place of my own in Atlanta,"" she stated, ""a life there, uprooting myself for a week was a bear for my boss, I can't work here.""
+""That's right, you're a photographer for some big fancy newspaper up there aren't you.""
+She could hear the sarcasm dripping from Mitch's lips, but she ignored it. He had the chip on his shoulder not her, though his comments were starting to form a small mound.
+""I have nice job, yes and an apartment.""
+Tom piped up, ""But you own this place and we have a town paper.""
+Mitch rolled his eyes, ""I don't think Dry Valley Gazette, is going to pay the same as Atlanta Sun Times. Do you?"" ""Probably not, but at least she'd be here.""
+""And that's what's important, isn't it?"" Mitch's snide comment bounced over to Tom.
+""Well, it sure the hell should be important to you also!"" he shouted back.
+Mitch stood up and grabbed his trash, ""It would have been if you hadn't fucked her!""
+Jessica had sat there listening to the two men shouting at each other, talking as if she wasn't there. Finally she stood up and glared at them both, ""I'm leaving in a week. I will be out of Dry Valley, so don't bother fighting over something neither one of you ever had or will have.""
+She looked at Tom, ""Stop pushing him into a fight!"" Then over to Mitch she lowered her voice, still loud enough for Tom to hear, but showing the true depth of her pain and raw anger, ""I didn't fuck your brother, ok. He helped me after Jonis raped me, now get your tools and get off my property and don't bother coming back!""
+Jessica spun around and headed back into the house, doors slammed behind her. She made her way to her bedroom, slammed that door too and crawled onto the bed. Jessica had sworn Tom to secrecy and now it was out. Mitch knew, but would he believe and would it matter?
+Mitch stared after the retreating back of the one woman he had loved for years. There had been other girlfriends after Jess, but no one like her. He had tried to push her from his mind, but she was always there hovering, waiting to be let back in.
+His stare went back to Tom and he saw the truth in Tom's eyes. ""Jonis?""
+Tom hung his head and related the tale of what had happened that night so long ago.
+""The night before graduation we were all over at Hillsdale."" Tom sat down on the porch step, ""You remember that right?""
+""Yes, of course. We'd all gone up there to drink the night away. Old Henry would let the tap run free that one night every year and only to Seniors. He'd take all our keys away, and put us up for the night in his barn. If I remember right it was you, Jess, Becky and myself."" Mitch answered him.
+""Well we four had gone together yes, but a whole ton of people were there, including Jonis.""
+""Your right, but Jonis wasn't a senior he was one of Gary's friends.""
+""After you headed to the john, Becky and I went out back behind the bar. We were getting all hot and heavy when I heard this noise coming from the front of the bar. I didn't think much of it, it was Jessie's voice and she was saying ""no"" but not in a way that was worrisome. I honestly thought it was you and she was teasing you.""
+Mitch stared down at the mirror image of him; it was hard to listen to his brother after all this time. He had walked into the barn and saw Tom hovering over Jess, his pants undone and her skirt up. He still had a hard time getting rid of those images and replacing them with what Tom was saying now, but he tried.
+""Anyway, Jess and you, or so I thought it was you, were heading towards the barn. Like I said, she wasn't yelling, just saying ""no."" God Mitch, when I think about the first time she said it, if I had listened she wouldn't have had to experience it at all."" Tom pinched his temples, took a deep breath and continued.
+""Beck and I were all over each other, her bra had all ready found itself undone and my hands had all ready made a home for themselves deep inside her. She worked on my pants, and before long, she was doing what she does best and I had my hands buried in her hair, holding her close.""
+Tom looked up, his face paler then normal, ""Then I heard your voice. I thought, what the fuck? Why would you leave Jessie in the barn, because I knew you'd been doing what I was doing with Becky, then I heard you calling Jessie's name. I stopped Betty. Shit, she was pissed and I wasn't happy either. If I hadn't heard you calling for Jess, fuck, I would have been coming in her mouth. But I did stop and well something didn't sit right with me.""
+He watched as Mitch took a seat beside him, ""Well, I wasn't thinking much, I told Becky to get you, and I hightailed it to the barn. By the time I got there it was to late. Jessica was laying in a heap. Her panties had been torn off, her skirt was up and she was shivering like there was a blizzard blowing in. I didn't see Jonis. Hell, I didn't even know it was him, that did it. I thought it may have been, after all he was real cocky the next day at the graduation sitting with Gary and Jessie's mom; Jess, remember she didn't even come.""  
+Tom shook his head, his shoulders just now starting to feel as a weight was lifting from them, ""I bent down, and yes my pants were undone, but it was from Becky's administrations, not from Jessie's. What you saw was me trying to calm her. She begged me not to tell you, said it was her fault; she had flirted with him while you in the bathroom and she hadn't screamed at him to not take her from the bar; something about not wanting to cause a scene. Shit, you know how she was, she was beautiful and she didn't like the attention it brought to her. She just drank to much that night and was more flirtatious than normal.""
+Mitch sat there trying to absorb it all in. He had saw what he had expected to see. ""Becky had come in to the bar and told me that you and Jess were in the barn and I needed to get there. She never mentioned anything else, did she know that Jess was with someone else?""
+""I asked her about that Mitch. She looked right at me and told me she had heard Jess's voice. She only realized she wasn't with you when she had heard yours, but when I had pulled her from my cock, she was pissed. So she decided to enjoy hinting that we were doing something else. I didn't tell her the truth about Jess either, by then you weren't talking to me, Jess was hiding out at the O'Grady's, Jonis wasn't saying nothing. Fuck, I told her we were done, that was a given. Then I looked for Jessica, found her and begged her to tell you, she wouldn't though.""
+Mitch stood, ""I need some time to think, I've been carrying around a different picture entirely. I just don't know, Christ, I hate this.""
+""Don't take to long, she's a beautiful woman, and well there are a lot of men who would be happy to keep her here in Dry Valley.""
+""Are you one of them?""
+Tom looked at his brother, ""Mitch, I've never traded women on you, but yes, brother, I'm one of them. Until she tells me there isn't a snow balls chance in hell that she could love me, then yes, I'm your competition, for the first time ever."" He grabbed his trash went inside, collected his tools, and headed back out to his truck. Pausing he looked back, ""Mitch, don't take to long, because I'm not going to wait on you to try and heal her, I'd like to do that.""
+Mitch watched as his brother got in his truck and drove off. His eyes looked up to the window that sheltered the heart he had ignored for so long. He gathered his things, dumped them in the trash, and got his tools. Walking to the bottom of the stairs, Mitch put one foot on the bottom step. He looked up, wanting to take that first step towards her, but he stopped. ""Not, yet,"" he thought, ""I've someone to find.""
+Mitch left Jessica's place and headed out to Old Mill Road, he wondered if anyone knew where Jonis Owens lived now or even if the son of a bitch was alive. A lot of Gary's buddies had left town. He hoped Jonis wasn't one of them. He wanted to find him and deal with him the way trash was meant to be dealt with, disposed of and not thought of anymore.
+[CENTER] ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ [/CENTER]
+Tom rolled down his window as he headed out of town and over to his parents' place. He let the heat blow by and with it came a cool breeze. The afternoon ahead would be a long and hot one. Thoughts of Jess and Mitch filled his mind and he wondered what they were doing now. Was Mitch upstairs right now working on a future with her? Were they together right now realizing that they still loved each other?
+Tom pulled into his parents' drive and after meandering through the various farm pets he parked the truck and leapt out. Jeb, jumped up and scratched at his legs. ""Hey, bud, looks like you jumped about 2 inches that time."" He leaned down and scratched the Bassett Hound's head. He stood back up and waved over to Seth and Shelly, both busy working on the chicken wire.
+He kicked the dust off his feet before heading into the house. ""Take your hat off,"" the voice called from the kitchen. Tom laughed, and pulled his hat from his head, ""I don't know how you do that, hell you can't see through walls.""
+The little woman came out from the kitchen, stood on her toes and kissed his cheek. ""I've had 24 years of knowing you, and don't use that language in my house. Now how's Miss Jessica?""
+He followed his mother into the kitchen, and snitched a cookie from the cooling rack. ""Oh, she's all right. She's planing on selling the place and having a big garage sale this week, then heading back to Atlanta.""
+Shaylynn, Sissy to everyone at Dry Valley, continued washing the dishes she'd been doing when her son came in. ""Doesn't surprise me, she's probably got a life out there.""
+""Yep, that's what she said.""
+""What's your brother say about that?""
+""Don't know.""
+""Well, whatever it is, in the end it is all up to Jessica and no one else.""
+""Yep.""
+She turned and looked at her youngest son, youngest only by 5 minutes of his older brother Mitch. The two men looked so much alike, that for many, if they didn't look close enough, they couldn't tell them apart. The only thing that separated them besides the small flecks of silver that showed in Tom's grey pupils, was the small crook to his nose. He had broken it one morning when he and his brother had been riding on one of the wild ponies that they had rounded up.
+He'd been lucky. The pony had just thrown him and then ran off; he'd been spared more damage and for that she was thankful.
+Sissy sat down beside her son and looked at him, ""You know he still loves her."" She watched him tense. ""What are you going to do?""
+Turning back to her, he stared into the eyes that were identical to his. ""I figure she's free for the pickin' and until she tells me otherwise she isn't Mitch's girl any more.""
+She patted his thigh, and pointed toward the door, ""You get to work on the fencing, and you just let Jessica be Jessica. If she wants your brother you'll not stand in the way, and if she finds something,"" rolling her eyes, ""something... good in ya, you tell her to come and find me, cause I'll set her straight.""
+Tom laughed, swept the tiny woman into his arm and kissed her cheek hard, ""I'm sure I won't! Dad all ready out there?""
+""Yes, now get.""
+She watched her son leave, her heart heavy in her chest. Two brothers loving the same woman never was a good idea. She moved to the phone and called up Wanda O'Grady. When she heard her best friend's voice on the phone she asked, ""Wanda, you still got that niece?"" Then she set to work on arranging a few pieces of her two sons' lives.
+[CENTER] ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ [/CENTER]
+Jessica heard the sounds of the twins leaving. Pulling herself from her bed, she ran her fingers through her hair and twisted her neck back and forth, easing the sore muscles. The repairs were finished, the food stocked, and she really didn't have much more she needed to do.
+Picking up the phone by the bed, she called her best friend Deb and checked in. After a quick conversation with her and then a call to work, she hung up the phone and wandered around the house.
+Stepping into her mom and Gary's old bedroom, she saw the room as she had when she had watched her mother die in it. The cancer had eaten away at her very quickly and she had chosen not to fight it, so she had died in her home with her daughter by her side. Gary had been dead to the world passed out on the couch with some girl on his lap.
+Shivering Jessica ran her hands up and down her arms. She opened the window and the breeze soon began clearing the smell of furniture polish from its corners. Sitting on the bed she thought of what her mother would think of her now.
+She was a successful photographer, an overall good person, had her own apartment and now thanks to Gary, she thought, she had her own house. No boyfriend, but at 23 she really didn't need one. She thought of Mitch and his face immediately came back to her. Shaking her head no she decided she didn't need to hash out the past.
+Rising up, she headed downstairs, and out the door. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and she wanted to escape. She headed to Mallet's Used Cars, to see if he had something she could rent for the next several days. Once she got there, she ran into a few other locals from her past, and she thanked them for their condolences concerning Gary's death, trying hard not to ram her finger down her own throat to ease the bile that was threatening to spill.
+Mallet walked out from his office and greeted her warmly. Jessie smiled back once the too familiar hug was released. His breath smelled of mint, so she was sure he'd been tipping the bottle a little in his office. She told him what she was looking for and he hooked her up with a little Ford Taurus. She grinned knowing how well the Walker brothers would take to her driving a Ford and not a Chevy.
+She waved goodbye and headed out of town. Her first stop was the creek, where she and her friends would often meet. She parked the car and looked down over the bridge. The creek was deep and she soon found herself with an unexpected urge to swim. Taking the path from the road to the bank of the creek, Jessie stood and placed her foot in the water.
+Quickly she discarded her blouse and shorts. They rested in a pile on top of her shoes. Grabbing the rope that hung from the tall tree, she walked back, then ran forward. Letting go of the rope, Jessica hit the water and soon found her body freezing as she was completely submerged. She came up and pushed her hair from her face. Her bra and panties now were like a second layer of skin. Her nipples were hard from the water temperature. She dived back down and swam a few laps when she heard a voice above her.
+   ""Now that is something I could sit here and watch all day.""
+Turning her head to the voice, Jessica looked up. ""Hey there Tom, what are you doing up there get down here and join me for a swim.""
+Tom grinned, all thoughts of helping his dad forgotten. ""You know your trespassing,"" he grinned as he pulled his own clothes off, and then moved to take off his boxers.
+""Don't you dare!""
+He laughed, ""Awww... you never would let us skinny dip would you?""
+Jessica laughed, ""Nope and your not starting now, as far as trespassing goes, as long as I don't swim on the other side of the bridge, I'm still on public property.""
+Tom climbed onto the side of the bridge, stood up and leaped off. His body hit the water, then he wasn't seen again. Jessica rolled her eyes; she knew this trick. He'd stay under until she'd get worried and then pop up in front of her. She waited for the gag to end. Her eyes skimmed the surface of the water and she tried to peer into it. Jessica kept telling herself to not worry, that he was doing it again. Soon though just like old times she grew concerned.
+""Damn you! Tom!"" Her pulse moved faster, then she squealed as she felt his arms on her hips, as he pulled her against his chest.
+""You were worried?"" he chuckled.
+""Nope, was just hoping you'd finally drowned!"" she said as she scooted away and splashed him.
+Tom wiped the water from his face and grinned. ""Oh, babe's you don't want that. I'd have to take you with me.""
+She and Tom spent the rest of the afternoon together, between swimming and hunting for shells and just talking on the small sandy beach. ""You got plans tonight Jess?""
+Jessica cocked her head to one side. ""Nope, you?""
+Tom grinned, ""I do now. Pick you up at 7:00 okay?""
+""I could just meet you?""
+""No, I don't want any one to see me talking to a girl that drives a Ford.""
+The two friends got dressed and said their goodbyes. Tom headed out to the fencing that needed fixed expecting to catch hell from his dad, but thinking it was worth it. Jessica went back to her place to shower and get ready to enjoy a nice evening out with a friend, the whole time telling herself she wasn't planning on staying in Dry Valley.
+[CENTER] ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ [/CENTER]
+Mitch opened the door and walked inside his small home. He headed back to the shower to wash off the sweat of the day. After he found out from Sally that Jonis had left town right after Gary's death, he knew he'd not be able to do anything to him. His head was aching from the pent up rage that was consuming him, so he had gone home, and started working.
+He was adding onto his barn, wanting to make more room for the Arabians he wanted to breed. Right now he had a stallion that his mom and dad were keeping for him. He paid them storage costs, even though he knew they put the money right back into his bank account. Mitch had given up telling the bank owner to not let his parents put money in his account, so he often found himself looking for ways to improve their lives.
+Now as the water was cascading down his back his mind drifted to Jessica and that night long ago. He had walked into the barn, and had seen his brother over her. His pants had been undone, but now Mitch knew it was because of his earlier play with Becky. As he washed his hair, he saw Jessica's long legs and porcelain skin. His cock began to respond from the image of her body, it always had, even that night he had gotten hard. Jess and him had made out hot and heavy, but not once they'd gone the whole round of bases. That night all he saw was her spread open for his brother. A small streak of red grazed over her thighs and he knew that his brother had taken her. The truth though was even more ugly. Her body had been ravished by someone else.
+The next day at graduation he hadn't seen Jessica, he figured she was to embarrassed and ashamed at having been caught, but the truth was out and nothing was worse then knowing she had been raped. He pushed the soap from his body, rinsing the suds away. As he dried, he saw the woman that was pulling up on a nailed down window.
+She had only changed a little. No longer was she a beautiful teenager with a checkered family life. A woman that was confident and sure of herself stood before him. She was just as beautiful, if not more so than she was when he fell in love with her.
+Mitch pulled on a clean pair of briefs, jeans and a light, long sleeved shirt. He looked at himself in the mirror and combed out his hair. The plans for the evening weighed on his mind and he tried to shake them off. He had made the date with the woman from the bar last week and now with Jessica in town he almost felt like he was cheating on her. Sighing he shook his head, pulled on socks and then his boots. He had a few hours to kill so he headed over to his parents to see how his mom and dad were doing.
+When he pulled in the yard and saw Tom's truck, he took a deep breath and tried not to think of Tom making a play for Jessica. He saw his mom at the fence talking with one of the horses. As he approached he heard her gentle voice and watched her soft hands caress the mare's nose.
+""Hey sexy lady, can I take you away, and make all your troubles disappear?"" He pulled her back to him and kissed her upturned cheek.
+Sissy laughed, ""Hi, handsome son of mine. What brings you over to my neck of the woods.""
+""Would you believe me if I said, 'your neck'?""
+She laughed again and hooked her arm through his. ""Walk with me you silly goose.""
+He strolled around the yard and listened to her description of the newest flower bulbs she planted, and how they would pop up and she'd be sure to bring him some when they did. Then the real talk began and he kept his opinions to himself.
+""Tom's in the barn with your father. They repaired some fencing and then he's finishing up in there."" ""Do they need help?""
+""No, I don't think so. He'll be leaving in a bit.""
+Mitch nodded, ""Yeah, I can't stay long, I have a date with this lady I met down at Henry's place last week."" He pictured the tiny redhead and tried not to feel like an ass for seeing her while Jess was around.
+""Where you two heading?""
+""I don't know for sure, thought about playing pool or bowling, haven't done that in a while.""
+She smiled up at him. ""That sounds like fun.""
+He shook his head in agreement. ""So....""
+""So what?"" she asked.
+""What are you going to say about Jessica?"" He knew she would eventually so he figured he might as well open the floor himself.
+
+"
+42,Dry Valley,WyldBreeze,Chain Stories,2006-05-09,2006-07-28,2022-01-08 03:47:11,3,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/dry-valley-ch-02,1. The ugly duckling returns home. 2. Bailey's plan is set in motion. 3. Tom has a one-sided conversation.,[''],4.50,"**Dry Valley Ch. 02 ~ Bucked-tooth Bailey**
+""Ringggg.......ringgggg....."" Bailey heard the shrill tone of the phone as she struggled through the front door with two brown bags of groceries. Just as she made her way to the shining counter-top of her small kitchen and picked up the phone, one of the bags toppled over spilling its contents to the floor.
+""At least it wasn't the eggs,"" she thought to herself as she said hello. Bailey was awarded with a soft ""click"" on the other end of the line. Rolling her eyes and letting out a breath of air, Bailey controlled her exasperation and tapped the caller ID button to see who's call she missed.
+Bailey had learned at an early age that controlling her emotions was the way to cope in most any situation. How many times had she relied on that philosophy? How often had she wished that people would just forget she was there? How many times had they not? Controlling her emotions meant controlling the situation to some degree, and that control rarely wavered.
+Bailey gave herself a mental shake as she saw her aunt and uncle's telephone number pop-up on the caller ID display panel.
+""Hmmm....I wonder what Aunt Wanda wanted?"" Bailey asked to herself. Sabrina, her cat, just opened her eyes and peered at her for a second before yawning lazily and settling back to sleep by the fireplace. Bailey dialed the O'Grady's number then bent over to pick up a couple oranges that had rolled across the terra cotta tiled floor of her kitchen when the bag fell to the floor. Aunt Wanda's peaceful voice said hello as Bailey sat the bag and its errant contents on the counter once again.
+Bailey had been raised next door to her Aunt and Uncle in a small town where everyone knew everything about each other. She had spent many afternoons in the attic of their house hiding from the pain of her adolescence. She had become even closer, if possible, to the elderly couple after her parents passed away a year ago when her dad's single-engine plane had gone down in the Rockies. The O'Grady's loving ways and warm guidance had gotten her through the most difficult times of her life.
+""Hi Aunt Wanda, it's Bailey.""
+""Hi sweetheart. How are you doing?"" Wanda asked in her ever-present motherly voice.
+""I'm ok. I just got in from the grocery store and missed your call. Is anything wrong?"" Bailey asked with a hint of concern in her voice.
+Bailey saw her beloved aunt and uncle on a weekly basis when they drove in to have dinner with her on Saturdays. She still worried about them, though as they were getting on in years.
+""Oh, everything is just fine, sweetheart. I was just calling to invite you to dinner on Wednesday...say around 6:00?""
+Bailey smiled to herself as she agreed to the mid-week dinner. The two women shared a few giggles as stories about Uncle O'Grady and his latest mishaps in his woodshop abounded. Bailey was somewhat pleased to hear that one of her few friends had returned to Dry Valley. She'd try to make a point to give Jess a call while visiting with her aunt and uncle. Jess had been one of the few people in school that had genuinely been friendly with her in their younger years. People were different towards her now, but then again she was a different person.
+Gone were the days of ""Bucked-tooth Bailey."" It was amazing what a growth spurt, contact lenses, and a couple thousand dollars worth of orthodontics could do. While Bailey was completely transformed on the outside, she was still the same unsure girl on the inside. Her lack of confidence coincided with her inner control. The more uncomfortable the situation, the more controlled her emotions became. As her aunt detailed a story involving her husband and his misuse of a nail gun, Bailey's mind drifted to less light- hearted times.
+Bailey had always been a quiet child. Things had often not been good in her home, though that was a well-kept secret. She was a loner by nature. An artist, a writer, a dreamer. Her loneliness was compounded by her looks. She had been tall and lanky, all arms and legs. In addition to her lack of curves, she'd had thick glasses and an overbite that had earned her the name of ""Bucked-tooth Bailey.""
+She was quite the different person now. Her silky brown tresses hung in soft curls halfway down her back, stopping just shy of her rounded hips. Long lashes framed the emerald green eyes that had stayed shyly hidden for so long behind thick lenses of glass. Pouty, pink lips covered perfectly straight, sparkling white teeth that showed themselves in the smiles she had readily available for everyone. Her body had filled out in all the right places and it, along with her genuinely caring personality, often earned her appreciative, if not longing, glances from her male counterparts. Most of these wanting looks, however, she was oblivious to as she didn't see the beauty that others did. Her attention snapped back to her telephone conversation as she shared her aunt's laugh.
+""Well, dear, I have to get dinner on the table. Your uncle thinks he's wasting away."" Bailey heard the loving smile in her aunt's voice and felt a stab of longing for what she, herself, didn't have.
+""Ok, Aunt Wanda. I'll see you Wednesday, then."" Bailey answered.
+""Oh, Bailey, could you get here around 5:30? We'll take your car if that's alright."" Wanda said.
+""My car? I thought we were having dinner at your place.""
+""Silly me."" Wanda answered. ""I must have forgotten to mention that we were dining with the Walkers on Wednesday.""
+Bailey heard the quick ""click"" of the phone before she had a chance to respond. She probably couldn't have verbalized her feelings on the subject anyway. Her heart was beating in her throat as she realized what her aunt had been up to. She was playing matchmaker again. This time, however, was different. Aunt Wanda was playing with fire and she knew it.
+Tom Walker has always been an object of Bailey's affection. Back in high school, she had often imagined what it would be like to be a couple with him. It was a foolish dream, but one she'd often had. Perhaps it had been the kindness he had shown her when the others had laughed and mocked. Maybe it was the compassion he'd shown when he gave her a ride home after a particularly cruel joke the star pitcher of the baseball team had played on her in front of everyone. At any rate, Tom, his twin brother Mitch and his girlfriend Jessica had been the only real friends she'd had and even then, she had distanced herself from them to a degree.
+""Get yourself together, Bailey."" she mumbled to herself as she finished heating some soup for dinner. ""It's just dinner and he's just a man."" She tried to reassure herself but it was hard to when she knew the air seemed electrically charged when they were in the room together. Did he feel it, too?
+Bailey wondered to herself how he would feel about seeing her again. Would he be shocked? Would he even care? Though she stayed in contact with her aunt and uncle, she rarely went back to Dry Valley. When she did venture back, it was for brief visits with her only surviving family. It must have been three or four years since any of her school mates had seen her; long before the ugly duckling had transformed into a beautiful swan.
+""What have you gotten me into, Aunt Wanda?"" Bailey mused aloud. Sabrina opened one eye and seemed to give her an all-knowing smirk as Bailey set the soup aside untouched.
+
+"
+43,Dry Valley,gotwood49,Chain Stories,2006-05-14,2006-09-04,2022-01-08 03:47:15,4,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/dry-valley-ch-03,1. Temptation comes in two's for Jessica. 2. Something wicked this way cums. 3. Dark figure closes in on his prey. 4. Dark doings come to a 'head' in Jessica's house.,[''],4.34,"**Chapter 3: Tom Walker**
+Tom Walker drove his pickup truck slowly down the dusty road, trying to think. He grimaced as Britney Spears threw her voice into the third chorus of ""Oops! I Did it Again."" God, he hated that song! His finger hovered over the buttons, though, as he remembered how much Jess had loved it, and how often he'd heard her singing it in her yard, as he passed her house on the way home. That was almost 6 years ago. The memory brought a smile to his face. Hell, most memories of Jessica brought smiles to his face! Now he actually wished he had that song on tape, so he could play it for her during their date.
+His truck was clean, inside and out, and as presentable as rust and primer would allow. He'd spent a half hour wiping the tires down with tire shine, and they glistened unnaturally beneath the dented fenders, like diamonds in a pile of...dirt. He laughed at the thought. His hair was combed, for probably the second time in a week, and he suspected he looked pretty decent, for one of Mrs. Walker's errant sons.
+He'd left his place almost an hour early, though the drive to Jess's family home was only 15 minutes, at best. It really wasn't like him to be so prompt, but he couldn't sit around the newly-cleaned little house any longer, and another shower was likely to have the same results the first one did!
+He couldn't get the image out of his mind, of her in the creek today, and of the way her wet bra and panties wrapped around her body like...well, like his hands would, if she'd allow it. He remembered the feel of her, as he pulled her into his arms after fooling her with that old 'drowning trick.' Her nipples had been so hard and tight against that sheer material, and when she dived under the water, the last thing he saw was the sparse hair of her pussy, matted up against the almost translucent window of her panties.
+He shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts. His cock was hardening again, despite his recent attempts at relieving his sexual tension. He'd really had to control his urges this afternoon, watching her frolic in the water and on the little beach. He wondered if she felt the sexual charge in the air, as well. ""Nah!"" he muttered to himself. She'd been friendly, but kind of distant, as if she was afraid to encourage him. Not like the Jess of their high school days!
+Pulling up to the house, he pushed his insistent hard-on against one leg, and killed the motor. He looked at the house just as the door banged open and Jessica bounded onto the porch, clad only in a big fluffy towel. Her hair was wet, and she instantly brought back those memories of this afternoon. Grinning at him impishly, she shouted, ""Hey! Come on in, Tom. I'm just about ready!"" With that, she turned and scooted back into the house.
+Damn! At this rate, he'd be lucky if he could walk! Taking a long deep breath, he headed for the house.
+The house was quiet, save for the radio playing upstairs in her bedroom. Tom took a seat on the sofa to wait, his thoughts a jumble. He wondered if Mitch knew he'd asked Jess out, and thought he probably did, by now. He hadn't mentioned it to their mother, but she had a way of knowing these things. Between she and Wanda O'Grady, not much got by them. If she knew, Mitch knew.
+""That's okay,"" he said almost under his breath. ""It'll keep him wound up, that's for sure!""
+""What was that?"" Jessica asked, walking into the room. She wore a pair of yellow shorts and a cotton blouse, with tennis shoes. She looked as fresh as a spring day.
+Tom looked up in surprise, but tried to hide it by saying, ""I said I liked you better in the first outfit.""
+He winked at her, but she wasn't fooled. She studied him intently for a moment, and then shrugged her shoulders. ""Oh, well,"" she said, turning. Over her shoulder she winked back at him. ""You coming, then, or are you gonna sit there and mutter all evening?"" In three steps she was at the door. Tom gave chase, taking her arm as she was leaving the last porch step.
+""Hey. Isn't this a date?"" he asked. ""Hell, girl. You're not supposed to be giving me a bunch of orders. At least, not until you give me something to work for."" He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him. His lips went to the area of her neck just behind her ear, and he kissed her quickly.
+Jessica pulled herself away, shaking her head as she slipped from his grasp. She stopped, and turned to face him.
+""You call that a kiss?""
+She broke into laughter at his expression, and turned to run as he reached for her. He was too quick for her, though, and pulled her against him once more. Her laughter died as their lips met, and they melted into one another's embrace.
+They stood that way for almost a minute, their tongues exploring each other's mouths, their hands hungry for the feel of each other's bodies. Tom's leg slipped between Jessica's, and she felt his growing desire for her. She squeezed his thigh between hers, relishing the feel of a man against her body once more. Suddenly, she broke their kiss.
+""Tom!"" she gasped. ""We can't do this."" Tom's arms tightened around her.
+""Well, not right here,"" he said, laughing. ""Wanda's probably watching us, right now.""
+Jessica scowled, suddenly understanding that Tom probably had his reasons for kissing her in such an un-private place. He'd want Mitch to hear about it, of course.
+""Damn you!"" she shouted, pushing herself from his arms. ""Not ANYwhere!"" She glared at him for a moment. He only looked back at her, grinning. It was impossible to be mad at him for any length of time, and it suddenly made her feel foolish, and frustrated.
+""Look,"" she sighed. ""You know this can't work, Tom. It never did, and it never will. Not as long as Mitch is around."" Tom's expression fell a bit, and she said hastily, ""I don't know. I may not even stay here. You know?""
+Tom tilted his head and looked at her. ""Aw, you know you can't leave again, Jess,"" he said softly. ""Besides,"" he said, suddenly breaking the mood, ""We've got bowling to do!""
+He took her hand and turned toward the truck, dragging Jessica, with her eyes rolling and her head shaking in bemusement, behind him. She laughed as he opened the rusty door for her with a flourish. Soon they were heading down the road, the incident of a few minutes ago, if not forgotten, at least not spoken of again.
+~~~~~
+The bowling alley was chaotic. The sound of pins being knocked down, the machines retrieving them, and a dozen different conversations going at once only served to bombard their senses as they walked in. They were halfway across the floor when Jessica glimpsed Mitch, his gaze already on her. His hands held a bowling ball, but he was handing it to a short redheaded girl, and they seemed friendly. ""Maybe more than friendly,"" she thought. She studied the young woman.
+The girl was cute, very petite, and obviously infatuated with Mitch. Jess could see it in the way she looked up at him, her attention rapt. Jessica didn't think she knew her, but then she'd been away for a long time.
+""I guess he could have a girlfriend or two in that time,"" she thought, smiling at her own jealousy, hiding just under the surface. She waved at Mitch.
+""Hey! Remember me?"" Tom joked. He was watching Jessica intently, and knew, already, that the old flame was still there. It was up to his brother to rekindle it, now...if he decided to give him the chance!
+It didn't appear to be in question. Mitch was striding across the floor, his date forgotten, his eyes on Jess, or perhaps on Tom. He seemed intent on something, and it didn't take long to find out what.
+Mitch walked up to his twin, standing almost in his footprints. His voice was angry.
+""Bastard!"" he shouted. ""Couldn't wait, could you?"" His chin set, as did Tom's, and Jessica thought they might come to blows. Suddenly, though, Tom grinned widely.
+""Hey, big brother,"" he said soothingly. ""Take a moment, there, and let me get back some of my space."" He poked Mitch playfully in the ribs, and Mitch flinched. Tom smiled broadly, and Mitch shook his head, grinning. The moment of tension was suddenly broken. Even Mitch couldn't stay mad at Tom for long. He sputtered out an expletive, followed by a question.
+""What the hell are you doing here, Tom?""
+Without waiting for his brother's answer, he turned to Jessica. ""And you..."" he began. At that moment his date for the evening appeared, and asked Mitch what was going on. Her voice was worried.
+Tom interjected, ""He thinks he knows me, miss. Can you believe THAT?""
+The girl looked from one twin to the other. Obviously, she had never met Tom, and the confusion on her pretty face was hilarious to behold. The brothers had even worn almost the same shade of shirt, though Tom's was denim, and Mitch's was plaid flannel.
+Suddenly, everybody but the redhead laughed. Even some of the bystanders got a laugh out of the situation, whether they knew the boys or not. The place erupted. Tom and Mitch were soon clasping each other's shoulders, laughing. Their gazes kept going back to the girl's face, and new gales of laughter came each time. Jessica tried to be polite, but she also couldn't help herself. The situation was too absurd. She soon had tears of laughter running down her cheeks, just remembering the look of confusion on Mitch's date's face.
+Eventually the laughter died away. Mitch muttered something and took his girl away, presumably to try to rescue the evening with her. He couldn't help but look at Jess one more time as they left, though, and his eyes held hers from across the bowling alley.
+Jess was shook, both from the encounter with Mitch, and the earlier one with Tom. Her mind was so confused, right now! She went through the motions with Tom, and bowled two full games, but her heart wasn't in it, and her scores would have been embarrassing to all but a child. At last, Tom, probably knowing the evening wouldn't turn out like his shower fantasy had, suggested they leave.
+""I've gotta get up early in the morning,"" he lied, and Jessica knew it. Tom always was the sleepyhead in the family. His capacity for sleep was legendary around here. Always had been. She smiled, and said ""No!""
+Tom looked confused, and Jessica put her arm around his neck.
+""Aren't you gonna buy me ice cream?"" she teased, trying to salvage some of his pride. She whispered into his ear, ""You know what ice cream does to me."" Then she laughed, the throaty laugh that always turned Tom on so much. He swiveled his head to look at her.
+""In that case..."" he deadpanned.
+They rode in silence to the Dairy Queen, their thoughts unspoken. When they arrived, however, Tom looked over at Jess and quipped, ""Okay, spread 'em. I'll get the hot fudge."" Jess laughed loudly. Tom's humor, while a bit on the risqué side, was harmless enough, though it was almost always based on sex. Jessica had had a lot of years to get used to this aspect of her friend.
+""Oh, so you wanna go first?"" she dared, and draped one leg over his, leaning back lewdly across the seat.
+Tom couldn't look at her. He was afraid it would lead to his doing something regrettable, though he knew Jess was only teasing him. He avoided any chance of encountering her dancing eyes or sly smile by getting out of the truck, turning his attention instead to the crowd of customers waiting before the little window. One face in particular captured his attention.
+""What's the matter, you lose your taste for fudge?"" Jessica hollered from the cab of the truck, attempting to embarrass him. She draped her naked foot over the windowsill of the truck, wagging her toes at Tom's retreating back. ""Hey, where'd you go?"" she suddenly asked, sitting up.
+Tom took his place at the end of the line, but his eyes were on the girl two places in front of him. He just kept staring at the side of her face, sure he'd seen her somewhere, and suddenly just as sure he'd like to see more of her. The long brown hair cascading down her back was gorgeous. The emerald eyes were alert and clear. That body was unquestioningly attractive, but that wasn't it. What was it about her?
+Suddenly, Jessica was out of the truck and moving toward the girl, her voice rising as she approached her, arms wide.
+""Bailey?"" she shrilled. ""My god, is that YOU?""
+
+"
+44,Dry Valley,jushorny,Chain Stories,2006-05-28,2006-08-12,2022-01-08 03:47:18,3,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/dry-valley-ch-05,1. Mitch makes a plan. 2. Mitch continues his quest for Jessica. 3. Mitch can't stop smiling.,['Desire'],4.45,"Mitch reached down, picking up his tee shirt to clean the mess he had just made while fantasizing about Jess. There was something about her that just would never leave his heart. He never was good at letting women know of his true feelings and now he had only six days with which to convince her they could have a life together. Mitch knew it would not be an easy thing to accomplish. He pulled the sheet up over his waist, folded an arm behind his head and tried to drift off to sleep, content for now, with thoughts of Jess, thoughts of Jess in his arms forever.
+Mitch awoke barely an hour later, tossing and turning in his bed, unable to get comfortable. He new it was not the night that prevented sleep, there was an erotic cool breeze coming through the half open window. He knew it had to do with Jess, with his angst in knowing how to prove to her that he could be the best thing in her life.
+Mitch had been lucky in life. He had a family that loved him, a family that cared about him. He had the looks of a very self confident male, one who knew what he wanted and went after it. What Mitch never learned about in his years was commitment. Loyalty he knew all about, but he was well aware that it would take commitment over loyalty if he wanted to win Jess' heart for good.
+Mitch rolled over in the bed onto his stomach, sliding his legs back and forth, still restless. The sweat from his back having already soaked the sheets wet, he felt uncomfortable. He got up from the bed, pulled his boxers over his hips, grabbed his cigs and a beer from the kitchen and headed out onto the deck.
+Mitch took a sip of the beer and long drag on the cigarette, sitting there thinking. It had finally come to him, what he needed to do if he was to have Jess to himself. He realized being loyal was not enough, there had to be something more. There had to be something more long term. He felt a stirring in him, his thoughts turning to having Jess all to himself.
+It turned Mitch on to think of having Jess all to himself. He felt himself become rock hard as he envisioned Jess, welcoming him home at the end of the day. Her smile, her eyes, her entire body continued to beckon him on. He imagined in his head undressing her, night after night, each night different than the previous. It was not just being with Jess that got Mitch's juices flowing, it was more than that. He needed to know that she would do anything he asked, no matter how outrageous, and she would do it out of love for him. He did not need to control her; rather, he needed to consume her thoughts so much that she would do anything willingly to please him. Mitch knew if there ever was such a woman around it was Jess.
+Mitch wondered what he knew about such things. Sure he was good at one night stands. His body and abilities received more compliments that complaints. But, this was different; the ability to woo Jess for a night would get him only so far. How, how could he ever think he had the ability to carry it further, to take it to the next step.
+Mitch's thoughts turned towards Tom, his twin brother. There was no one in the world that Mitch loved anyone more than Tom. They had always been together, always stuck up for one another, always knew what the other was thinking. He thought about Tom and wondered why Tom was different from him; there had been a mere 5 minutes between their births. It was true, they grew up close, in the same family, the same support mechanisms, but it was Tom who really knew how to please a woman, how to keep her in his arms.
+Mitch began to form a plan, wondering if it was anywhere near close to perfection. He had never found the need to form such a plan before. He felt nervous, giddy with anticipation, doubtful that Jess would bite. She had her own life now, far away from Dry Valley, far away from the town where everyone knew what the other felt. He would begin simple, the simple things that might please Jess.
+Mitch got up from his chair, drank the rest of his beer as his feet padded inside into the kitchen. He popped another beer and he began to prepare his first step in winning Jess over. Muffins, apple cinnamon, true, not from scratch but from a box, but the meaning would be there. He glanced at the clock, 4:30; muffins would be ready in time he thought to himself. He brewed a pot of coffee, and poured it into the thermos.
+Mitch loaded the muffins and coffee and headed over to Jess' place. He knew the presentation of muffins on a paper plate, covered with a paper towel was not great, but he hoped Jess would find it cute. He set the thermos of coffee next to the plate of muffins by her front door, knowing she would seek out the newspaper as soon as she woke.
+Mitch drove back home to hop in the shower. He whistled while soaping his body, happy with himself for once in his short life. He began to think about the next thing he knew he had to do. Mitch had to speak to Tom, to let Tom know how he really felt about Jess. Mitch owed this to himself, he owed it to Tom, and he owed it to Jess.
+
+"
+45,Dry Valley,SEVERUSMAX,Chain Stories,2006-06-02,2006-08-20,2022-01-08 03:47:19,3,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/dry-valley-ch-06,"1. Tom and Bailey get closer. 2. Tom replies to Bailey's unfinished ""Dear John"" letter. 3. Tom, Bailey, Mitch, and Jess hang out at the Rodeo.","['Cunnilingus', 'Fellatio', 'Love', 'Oral', 'Rimming', 'Romance', 'Rough', 'Seduction', 'Swallowing', 'Vanilla']",4.33,"_This story is part of the chain story ""Dry Valley"", done in collaboration with RedHairedandFriendly, JusHorny, and other writers here on Lit. I hope that my contribution measures up to their standards._
+*
+Tom felt a little relief when Jessica left, actually. He was tired of pretending to still be interested in her more than Bailey. Maybe it was time or how much maturing affected both of their personalities, but he realized that Jessica was just not for him. She was for his brother instead. Perhaps he had always suspected that, hence his willingness to back off and let Mitch have her.
+Now, however, he could relax and accept that he wanted Bailey instead. He couldn't quite put his finger on why he wanted her, he just knew that it was a fact. She was apparently more his type than Jessica. He hoped that she would see it that way too.
+When Jessica had first returned, he had been determined to make her his girl. Instead, he now found himself pursuing someone who had been there all along, right under his nose. Life was even weirder than he expected. Why did he have to be so dense as to the obvious? He just wondered what Bailey would feel about his attention toward her. He didn't want her to think that it was a betrayal of Jessica.
+""Well, it seems that my date has had to leave me. Care to go back to my place for a drink? I have something to talk to you about,"" he finally told her.
+""Which would be?"" she abruptly asked him.
+""Something best discussed in private,"" he replied, deliberately trying to be enigmatic.
+""Now, don't try that with me, Thomas Walker. I know you better than that. Are you trying to ask me out on a date?"" she teased him.
+""What if I was?"" he rejoined.
+""Then I would have to be fair to you and give you a chance. Hell, this date has practically been our first, hasn't it?"" she winked at him.
+""Does that mean that I only have to wait 2 more dates to get more intimate?"" he taunted and probed at the same time.
+""Whomever said that you would have to wait that long? I don't necessarily subscribe to the '3 date rule'. I play it by ear. In fact, if I have to wait that long to know if I want to be with a man, I usually drop him instead. If he doesn't get my attention early, he probably never will. If that means that I get no call after sex, I just realize that I was only right about wanting to fuck him, not to date him. That doesn't make me a slut. Most guys don't even get a first date, after all,"" she stunned him.
+""Is this your clever way of implying that you want to date me?"" he probed.
+""Tom, don't waste your breath asking that question. You already know that I want you as much as you want me. Frankly, I don't see why, but I'll definitely exploit it. My new hairstyle is not the only reason, is it?"" she answered.
+""No, not just your hair. It's your whole new approach. You seem braver, as if encouraged by the new hairdo. So, you only want to date men who want to date you then? That makes sense,"" he grinned.
+""Yeah, I figured that chasing the hopeless is not for me. It's a waste of my time. I'm not into the 'thrill of the chase'. I just want to find a man who'll love me back. Know anyone like that?"" she flirted with him more openly.
+He was busy trying to come up with a clever reply, when she planted a very shocking kiss on his mouth. That was followed by his response, another passionate kiss, with his tongue tangling hers. It was a kiss that would have to draw attention to them, so they both agreed with talking to head to his place now. More intimate activities would require privacy.
+When they got to his kitchen, she blurted, ""I think that I could use that drink, after all. I'll definitely need the courage. Will you drink with me?""
+""Sure. What's your poison?"" he replied, anxiously opening the liquor cabinet.
+""Got any tequila?"" she requested.
+""Certainly. Here it is, with salt and a nice lime. The last of them, so I'll have some bourbon myself,"" he smiled, knowing that tequila had a certain reputation of removing female inhibitions, particularly Bailey's. He had forgotten that since high school, but now he recalled it.
+""Sorry to take the last lime. Want to share it?"" she apologized seductively.
+""Nah. You use it. I have my sour mash,"" he spoke, as he poured some Coke to got with it. That was always his favorite chaser for Kentucky straight.
+""Then, how about finishing our drinks and doing what we should have done years ago. I want you to take me. It's overdue, baby,"" she tantalized him, as she threw back her tequila and followed it immediately with the salt and lime.
+""Wait, you've wanted me for that long?"" he reacted to this jolt, as he swallowed the whiskey and felt it burn his throat.
+""Yes, since high school. Too bad you were busy dating Jessie. I don't think that she'll mind now, though. What do you say? Don't think of this as fucking your ex's girlfriend. Think of it as consummating a new relationship. Give it a fair shake. I know that you want me. You know that I want you. So, let's be a couple and see where being one takes us,"" she proposed.
+""So, if I go to bed with you now, it won't be casual. It will mean that you're my girlfriend. Any other night, and it might have been a fling,"" he sought to clarify, but images of them together already appeared in his mind.
+""Of course. Even then, I can't promise that I would have seen it as casual. Casual for you, perhaps, but not for me. It's not that I can't fuck without emotional attachment. It's that I can't do that with you. I want you too badly. It would taunt me too much with what I can't have,"" she said, as she played with the glass impatiently.
+""So be it. We have to try it, for our own peace of mind. We can't let ourselves wonder and regret. So, let's go ahead and do it,"" he responded at last.
+""I'm glad that you agree,"" she answered, as she surprised him by kneeling.
+Suddenly, before he could take in what she was doing, Tom found his cock in her mouth. She was giving him a very sensual blowjob, with her lips and tongue alternating between licking and sucking his dick. She went back and forth from the base to the head, and then deep-throated him for a while. He struggled very hard to keep from cumming too soon.
+Bailey could sense how close he was to a release, and she certainly didn't wish him to stop. If that meant that he didn't have another load tonight, then so be it. She would satisfy him, he would pleasure her, and then they would take whatever pleasure was available tonight, whether sex or something else. She planned to spend the night anyway.
+""I think that I'm about to cum,"" he told her.
+She didn't stop sucking and licking his manhood. She simply winked at him. It was evident that she wanted to swallow his load. So be it, he thought. He assumed that she was aware of the chances that he might not have another one that night. He could still eat her pussy, even if he didn't get stiff again.
+When his cock jerked a bit and released his seed into her mouth, he felt her lick the rest of it from the head before she let it go. When he pulled out, she gestured that they should move on to his couch. She wanted him to eat her there.
+Tom promptly removed her skirt and panties, after which he began to lick her sweet sex. His tongue did to her what she had done to him, with the addition of some teeth as he nibbled on her. He felt her shiver as he sucked on her clit and labia. She had goosebumps all over her body from the impact of his attention.
+When his tongue went further, to her asshole, she felt a little chill again. None of her few previous beaus had ever shown any interest in her butt, at least not in terms of licking it. Rimming was not something that most of these small-town boys knew of; in fact, she had barely heard of it herself. It had not really sounded too appealing, either. However, the reality of it was much different than the theory. She had no concept that this area of her body was erogenous, and she thought that she knew all of her zones. Obviously, she had missed one.
+His mouth then went back and forth, his tongue making circles between her clit and her anus. He even stuck it inside both of her holes. When the second penetration happened, she couldn't prevent gushing. She was very stunned when he drank her juices like he had no trouble with her wetness (something that no boyfriend had done for her in the past). She thanked him with another kiss. She didn't care about germs. She had the feeling that they would be sharing them soon anyway.
+When he entered her sex, she made no attempts to stop him at all. Instead of worrying that it was on the sofa and not the bed, she was glad that he was hard at all. They couldn't help themselves from fucking at last. It had taken too long as it was to restrain themselves further.
+""Oh, damn!"" she repeatedly spoke, as he rammed her more vigorously than he or she originally planned. Both of them had once thought that if they did it with each other, it would be gentle love-making. Instead, this was a wild encounter that rivaled some of their most casual flings, despite their growing infatuation with each other.
+Tom didn't speak at all until he was done, and he didn't dare to stop. He feared that he might lose his erection at this point if he did, as he had 2 shots of bourbon in his system. She wasn't complaining about the speed of their first sex, either. On the contrary, she welcomed it as a relief from their mutual frustration. It would seem that he had picked the right girl at last. They had more in common than Jessica and he did.
+After he came, however, he said, ""Honey, that was just wonderful. If I had known that you were that great in the sack, I'd have done it a long time ago.""
+""It's not like I hadn't dropped hints. You were just too focused on Jessie to catch on to them. It doesn't matter. I wasn't this good when I was younger, and neither were you. We both needed to sow our wild oats and get better first. What do you think of being lovers?"" she replied with a grin. She was clearly not disappointed, but then neither was he.
+""I think that we already are lovers, dear. If I recall correctly, that was agreed to be a consequence of us fucking,"" he answered, smiling himself.
+""Great comeback, Tom. If you don't mind, I would like to go to sleep with you now. Lovers do that, you know: share a bed, cuddle, wake up next to each other,"" she suggested.
+""Naturally,"" he said, a little flushed as he realized that she would probably hear his snoring and smell his morning breath. Oh, well, perhaps she snored and had morning breath, too.
+I just hope to God that I don't have a hangover. That would be an awful way to spend my first full day with my new girlfriend. Damn, Bailey is my girlfriend now! I woke up this morning a completely unattached bachelor and am going to fall asleep a boyfriend, Tom thought, as Bailey and he closed their eyes and yielded to the Sandman.
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+46,Emily and Jason Ch. 03,MunKiy,Chain Stories,2012-06-27,2012-06-27,2022-01-08 03:47:28,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/emily-and-jason-ch-03,Emily and Jason continue exploring each other.,"['Oral', 'Vaginal']",3.17,"_This is the next part of the story which AriaxLynn started of the same title. Please, make sure to rate and comment on our work!_
+*
+The next day, Jason woke up with Emily cuddled up against this back, still asleep. Quietly, he slipped from his bed, memories of last night still fresh in his mind. With his morning wood leading the way, Jason padded to the bathroom. As he did so, he paused to look himself over in the mirror in the hallway.
+His brown hair hung down to his shoulders, without even a wave to it; deep brown eyes that seemed to look deep into one's heart peered back at him; and soft, full lips that always looked to be on the brink of laughing. Jason let his eyes slip lower; sweeping across his broad, muscular shoulders and moderately built chest. He glanced at the reflection of his arms, noting how slim they were despite their strength. A slight rustle from the bedroom reminded him that Emily was still there and he should do what he had gotten up for and get back in bed next to her.
+When he stepped back into his room, Jason couldn't help but quietly chuckle at the sight before him. Emily had kicked all the blankets off and was lying on her stomach; legs spread wide, one arm beneath the pillow with the other beneath her. Having just pissed, Jason's cock was mostly limp; but was rapidly stiffening. Slowly, so as not to wake her, he climbed on the bed between Emily's legs. Lightly, Jason slid his fingertips up from Emily's ankles to her hips, taking care not to wake her. At her hips, Jason paused and dipped his head between her legs, slipping his tongue along her slit from clit to her asshole. He could taste her wetness from last night as well as from this moment. His shaft was beginning to throb between his legs, begging for attention and release. With a lot of effort and restraint, Jason kept licking Emily's cunt, preparing her for the moment when he slid his member into her tight hole again.
+Once Jason felt the wet spot on the sheet was big enough, he slowly and silently moved above her, positioning his pole against the soaking wet opening before him. He stopped to pull on a condom and to admire the way her black hair spilled across the pillows in waves, how peaceful she looked sleeping, and how relaxed this beautiful creature looked beneath him. Softly, Jason began rubbing the bulbous head of his dick up and down along her lips, spreading the wetness that leaked out as he slowly started to ease himself into her.
+Jason took his time, working slowly deeper into Emily and trying not to wake her. He'd take a break every few minutes, making sure he didn't get too close to cumming and that he wasn't rousing her from slumber. Once he got himself fully inside her, Jason stopped, only moving enough to keep himself hard and Emily wet. After a bit, he could feel his rod beginning to soften, and decided that it was time. Jason pulled almost completely out, and then shoved his whole cock into her.
+Since he was watching her face, Jason didn't miss it when Emily's eyes snapped open wide in shock as he pulled back to do it again, this time, eliciting a moan of pleasure. He knew he wouldn't last long at this angle and how tight her pussy gripped his shaft wasn't a big help with his stamina either. So, he gave it to her hard and fast, pounding into her g-spot as he felt the hand that was pinned under her start rubbing at her own clit urgently.
+""Oh, Jason!' Emily cried out, ""Oh, fucking God yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Mmmmm... Oh, yes!"" Her screams got louder as she neared her orgasm, ""Fuck me, Jason; you fuck me so fucking good! Oh God! I'm gonna cum soon! Please, make me cum. make me cum on your big dick. I'm so close, oh, please let me cum! Ohmygod I'm cummiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!"" Emily let out a scream as her orgasm took over.
+Jason was straining not to cum when he felt Emily's cunt start to clamp down on his shaft, squeezing his manhood tightly. He was only able to hold back his orgasm for a short time before feeling his balls tighten and draw up. He gave a few more thrusts before the need for release began to overcome him. Jason pushed once more into Emily's wet hole, burying his member deep inside her before spilling his seed and filling the condom.
+Jason rolled off of Emily to lie beside her, hearing a wet sort of popping sound as his still-hard shaft was pulled out of the hot hole. The end of the condom was hanging from the tip of his dick, so full of cum that it had pulled at least two inches of the rubber off of him.
+Emily gave his balls a gentle squeeze as she rolled over next to him, leaving her hand to linger upon his warm flesh. Jason turned his head to look at her. She was smiling at him, her tanned skin seeming to be glowing after her orgasm. He felt Emily's hand start moving, caressing his balls.
+Jason reached down and pulled the rubber off, careful to not allow his jizz to leak out. He tossed it into the garbage and reached for another as he felt Emily's hand start fondling his shaft. She sat up and took his member into her mouth. Jason moaned as he felt the heat and wetness from her tongue dance on the underside of his cock.
+""Damn, your dick is SO thick! And I love how long it is too!"" Emily said after letting the tip slip from her lips. ""It's wonderful how hard you get and the way these veins stand out so much."" She licked his sac, then his shaft from base to tip, and took him in her mouth for a couple strokes before letting go and reaching for the condom in his hands.
+Jason let her take it and watched with increasing lust as she kept one hand stroking his turgid member as she tore the wrapper with her teeth and brought the condom to his tip. Emily quit stroking him to pinch the tip and roll the latex sheath down Jason's fat fuck stick. The feeling of someone else putting a condom on his pole for him was a new experience for Jason and he enjoyed it. Sadly, it was quickly over and Emily was getting up from the bed. She stood up, and had Jason move to the center of the bed. After he had done so, Emily got back on the bed, standing with her legs on either side of him.
+Unable to do much else, not that he really wanted to, Jason gazed up at Emily's body. He admired her tanned and toned body; her legs were smooth all the way up to her smooth pussy. He liked that she had faint tan lines, and how her long, wavy, black hair fell to mid-back. Emily's tits were firm and at least a ""D"" cup, tipped with dark areola and darker nipples standing proudly above her flat stomach.
+""Enjoying the view?"" she asked him, snapping him out of his visual heaven.
+""Huh? What's that now?"" Jason was shocked at suddenly being spoken to. He could feel himself blushing from the slight embarrassment of having been caught.
+""I asked if you liked what you were staring at so intently,"" Emily said, ""so, do you?"" All he could do for the moment was nod; so, he did ""Well, I'm glad. You're the first person to see me fully naked you know.""
+Jason nodded again, watching as some of Emily's pussy juice started to drip from between her lower lips and down her legs or even straight onto him. He traced his fingertips up her legs from her ankles along her calves and knees up to her thighs and then her hips. ""You're so fucking sexy!"" Jason was beside himself with how beautiful Emily is. He looked up into her hazel eyes and said that she is the most beautiful person he's ever met.
+Jason was pleasantly surprised that instead of saying anything in response, she simply squatted down over his prick, took it in hand, and proceeded to bring it up to her soaking wet gash before impaling herself on it completely. She took her time doing so, lowering herself slowly too only engulf half an inch of Jason's dick at a time.
+Watching the point where their bodies were joining, Jason could feel himself grow yet harder still. He wanted to use his hands, which still rested on Emily's hips to pull her down faster onto his throbbing pole. Another thing he wanted was to watch his meat getting stuffed into her for the rest of the day. Instead, Jason simply watched as his cock slowly disappeared into Emily's tight fuck-hole.
+Emily moaned as she finally fit the last bit of Jason's shaft that would fit inside her. She carefully leaned forward to see how close she was to fitting his entire big dick. Fuck! How bit IS that fucker?"" She winced as she tried to take more of him. ""It feels great, but; it's ripping me apart!""
+Jason looked up with a smile. ""Well, last time I measured. It was about seven and a half inches long."" His smile got bigger as she asked how thick his shaft is. ""I think it's about six inches around.""
+""Holy shit! No wonder it feels like my cunt is being pushed up into my uterus! Not to mention how it doesn't just fill me up, but it seems like you are ripping my poor puss apart!"" Jason chuckled as he heard this.
+""Well, we could stop if it's too much for you..."" He hoped it wasn't, and that she'd want to stay on his cock at least until they both came.
+""No! No stopping until I cum all over your big dick!"" She started moving, slowly lifting herself up along the turgid rod stuffed inside her.
+""Hey, what about me? I want to cum too!"" He put on his best pouty face to show his disappointment at being left out of the orgasm loop.
+""Oh, you'll cum at least twice!"" She had her sexy smile on her face as she continued, ""After I cum on your giant schlong, I'm going to taste your cum by sucking it out of you!""
+During this exchange, Emily had finished her ascent of Jason's porker and was beginning the task of lowering down as far as she could again.
+""Well, you better cum soon, with how tight you are, I'm not going to last very long this time either."" he moaned as he felt his dick head hit her cervix.
+""Good, with the way your pole touches EVERY part of my hole, I'm gonna..."" Emily screamed loudly as her orgasm hit her hard. Jason could feel each wave of spasms in her cunt as the muscles rippled, gripped and squeezed his cock.
+""Fuck Emily! Your pussy is gripping me so tight! I can't hold it back any longer!""
+""Yes! Do it! Fill that condom up inside me!"" Jason gave one last thrust deep into Emily as his balls tightened and within a minute, Jason's sperm was shooting from the tip of his cock. He felt each spasm of his dick as it pressed against the close walls of the vag that wrapped tightly around him. As the pulsations slowed, Jason felt light-headed and drowsy..."
+47,Enchanted Twelve,RedHairedandFriendly,Chain Stories,2007-12-09,2011-12-01,2022-01-08 03:47:28,4,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/enchanted-twelve-1,1. Twelve Princesses frolic in the night. 2. Desires are awakened in a garden of sunshine. 3. How to dispose of evil... 4. A cobbler and a mute save Oarthland.,"['Dancing', 'Dreams', 'Fantasy', 'Magic', 'Sci-Fi']",4.46,"**Author's Note:** _The following is the first chapter to a new chain story. If you recall the fairy tale Twelve Dancing Princesses then you may like this naughty twist of that childhood story. If you're not familiar with it, then I do hope you still enjoy the story. This chapter is the opening of the chain. Other writers will follow; their chapters will reflect the three nights concerning their Princess. Have fun and take time to comment. We, the writers, appreciate your feedback. Thanks! ~ Red_
+ **The Princesses of Westingfield**
+Ages/Birth order:
+25 years ... Danielle   24 years ... Mandy (twin to Millay)   24 years ... Millay (twin to Mandy)   23 years ... Angelina   22 years ... Quinn   21 years ... Robin (triplet to Hazel/Violet)   21 years ... Hazel (triplet to Robin/Violet)   21 years ... Violet (triplet to Hazel/Robin)   20 years ... Merry   19 years ... Aurelia (twin to #11)   19 years ... Ariel (twin to #10)   18 years ... Cecilia
+ _Oarthland_
+Angora stared at the sleeping girls; all twelve rested peacefully in their various chambers. The orb she used to keep track of her sister and her offspring, grew brighter as another powerful being swept into the room where the older girls slept. Angora's lip rose in a sneer as she watched her sister move from one child to the next, though in reality they were not mere children anymore; they were adults, full grown ladies, all unwed yet some were far from innocent. She cackled as she thought of some of the things the Ladies of Westingfield Kingdom did behind their parents' back.
+One Princess had slept with the majority of the royal guard, another was a bumbling fool, and yet there were some that were as innocent now as they were the day they were born. She thought back over the years, remembering how she was denied the life she had dreamed of, one where she could take her magic and her power and mold a world that she would command. But no...instead Bartholomew had chosen Andrea.
+Her sister's appeared again inside the orb and Angora concentrated her powers on tracking the woman's movements. She watched as the mirror image of herself moved from the Princesses'
+chambers and toward her own. There she gazed at the man that Angora still hungered for. Her orb continued to glow as the power of Andrea was used inside the room that she watched. Her sister disrobed, pelts of fur fell easily to the floor and the man, the King of Westingfield, gazed hungrily at his now naked wife. Angora's eyes grew slated as she watched the couple move into each others arms. She longed to be the one Bartholomew touched and made cry out in pleasure, but alas, she could not, she was banned. She was stuck in her world, banned from visiting others.
+She could not take Andrea's happiness, but she could make her life more difficult. For years her spells had crossed over. Nightmares were given to the girls; forcing them to stay awake. She sent wild beasts through the portal, in hopes that they would devour the young Princesses. The magical beings never lasted long inside the air of Westingfield; Andrea had protected it as best she could with what magic she had maintained when she left Oarthland, yet it wasn't enough and Angora did her utmost to take what leeway she could and torment her sister and those she loved.
+Angora laughed as she ran her hands back over the glimmering ball of magic. The images changed to those of the sleeping Princesses. A smile rested on her pink lips as she whispered words that would bring confusion to the Kingdom that graced the other side of space. Her grin grew wider as she watched, first one, then another and another, toss sleeplessly in their beds. She'd failed over the last several years to bring the girls to her side, but now because they doubted the forces of magic they were easy to manipulate. Come morning all twelve Princesses would awaken exhausted from a night of play that only their dreams told them were true.
+The orb dimmed as Angora rose from her chair and moved to stare out her chamber window. The stars flickered to life and she heard the revelry from below as music began to stir in the night. They would come; the men of Oarthland; the women of Westingfield. They would dance, sing, parade themselves all night, then return to their beds, tired and perhaps a bit less innocent, and then over time as their nightly parading and frolicking took their toll on their bodies, each child of Bartholomew and Andrea would collapse; their lives would be over, for their hearts would not be able to continue beating indefinitely once they supped on the foods and wines that Angora would poison each night they visited.
+~ ~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~ ~
+ _Weeks later in Westingfield_
+""Danielle!""
+Bartholomew's voice echoed through the dining hall, bouncing off various works of art. The thick tapestries did little to absorb the gruffness in the King's voice, so his irritation over his eldest daughter's unladylike display was not lost on any of the young women that sat around his table.
+Danielle shook her head, wiped at her tired eyes and glanced up at her mother, before turning her attentions to her father. ""Yes?"" she asked before lifting her hand to cover yet another yawn that was trying to escape.
+Her father stared hard back at the woman who had finally acknowledged him. ""I was asking how you fared this morning. But I can see that once again you are too exhausted to speak to me.""
+""Father, I apologize. I am just tired and did not hear you.""
+""Daydreaming again?"" Bartholomew muttered. He slapped his hand down on the table, causing the dishes to shake and the goblets to quiver. The other occupants of the room, jumped slightly in their seats or at their stations, depending on their rank in life, glancing nervously back and forth between each other.
+""Dear; she is just tired. There is no harm in that.""
+Bartholomew turned to the soft voice that had spoken to him. He felt her hand on his arm and glanced down at it, covering it with his own. ""No there is no harm in one being tired, if one knows the cause. But your daughters have been displaying this appalling behavior for several weeks and even now they still can barely keep their eyes open; even after I have yelled at them!""
+He shouted the last words hoping to get some sort of reaction from his twelve children. He did, though it was not one he had wanted; some jumped, some simply stared back at him with glassy eyes and a few yawned as if his tirade installed no fear in them at all.
+""Danielle, are you ill?"" Andrea asked her daughter, a look of concern etched on her face. She too had noted how her children had become simple shells of themselves during the morning hours. They had once risen before the sun, well...some of them had. Others quite enjoyed lounging in bed until they were pulled from under the thick blankets by another sibling. But now, every morning was a battle to get them dressed and ready for the day. Andrea feared she knew the cause behind the weaknesses she saw, but tried hard to not believe it. Years had passed since the last beast had threatened her daughters' dreams. Surely Angora had not returned to her mischievous ways.
+Danielle rolled her shoulders, tucked a few strands of blond curls behind her ear and then swallowed another yawn before answering. ""Nay. I'm simply tired. I feel well enough. I just...,"" she paused and thought if revealing her dreams were a wise decision. Her mother had fretted for years over her and her sisters; she recalled the fear in her face when they would describe the creatures in their dreams. She did not want to reinstall the demons inside her mother's eyes. ""I just am not resting well.""
+""None of you are,"" Bartholomew interjected, ""I demand you each retire to your beds two hours earlier than you have been.""
+The girls mumbled to themselves; a few agreed it was a fine idea, others whined that to do so would mean they would lose precious hours of daylight and thus would not be able to accomplish all they longed to do during the day. Bartholomew rose from the table, pushing his plate away. ""You accomplish nothing now, so another loss of a couple hours will not harm you. In bed you will be and in bed you will stay!""
+As he turned away he noted that one of the maids had stepped into the dining hall. He glanced at her and then down at the basket she carried. ""Do not tell me that you have again found my girls to be lacking in suitable foot ware.""
+The maid looked down at the basket and then back to the girls and their father. Her face was slightly pale as she shook her head. She knew that every morning she was asked to bring the shoes to the King and he would examine them, shout and curse, then order the cobbler to make an appearance to the castle.
+The girls would claim innocence, not knowing or understanding why they had holes in their new slippers, nor could they explain that on some mornings their nightdresses were on the floor of their room and they had fallen asleep in evening gowns or worse...naked. Those discoveries however were ones only their mother knew of. If their father had known that the girls were wearing out dresses as well as shoes his fury would know no end. Bartholomew was a kind father; a great leader, but he was also quite frugal and found wasting money on frivolous things harmful to the economy. The dressmakers and the cobbler, however were quite happy with their ever-increasing income.
+Danielle and the others watched as their King made his way toward the maid. The eldest daughter's blue gaze shifted nervously back to her mother and she saw the unspoken question in the woman's knowing gaze. ""We will speak of this later,"" Andrea whispered, just before Bartholomew cursed and gave the now- reoccurring order for Andrew, the village cobbler, to be called upon. He stormed out of the room, tossing his hands up and yelling for Andrea to deal with **her** children.
+Andrea sighed and waved off the maid, who would dispose of the slippers to the orphanage; they would be mended and used again by those less fortunate. ""Girls this has to stop. You must tell me what is ailing you."" She looked at each of her children, pausing to take in their tired expressions and the lack of life that had once shown so brightly in their eyes each morning. Granted, by midday they were again their mischievous or quiet selves, but that was only because they returned to bed after breakfast and slept a few more hours. ""Have the dreams returned?"" she asked bluntly and waited for one of the Princesses to confess.
+Danielle said nothing, only gave knowing looks to her sisters. They had all agreed that whatever dreams they were having they would not share them with their mother. All of them knew how she behaved when they were children. For years she would hound them with stories of witches, dragons, fairies and secret worlds that were dangerous. They drempt of those places as children, believing their mother's stories because they were young and impressionable; They enjoyed getting lost in the fairy tales.
+Over time though, the dreams became more heinous and more terrifying. Eventually they begged and pleaded with their mother to stop her story telling, refusing to listen to her musings and pushing away the childhood belief of magical words and powerful beings. Now, several years later the dreams had returned and it seemed to circle around the same time that Cecilia, the youngest Princess, had celebrated her eighteenth birthday.
+Andrea couldn't help but notice the passing glances each girl sent the others; they all had the same look of refusal. She would get no answers and so she too left the room, a look of determination on her face.
+The Queen of Westingfield swore under her breath as she made her way to her chambers. Once there she opened a worn chest, plowed her way through its contents until she reached the bottom. Her fingers searched out a worn book, eventually finding it and pulling it from the depths of the old trunk. She sat on her knees, her dress billowing around her and opened the onion skin pages. ""I know you are behind this sister, but remember, just because I don't have the power anymore, doesn't mean I'm completely helpless.""
+She scanned the pages of the book, eventually closing it and returning it to its hiding place. She rifled through the various linens that were stored in the chest, smiling when her fingers found the silk cloak that she had not used since crossing from Oarthland into Westingfield some twenty-five years ago. Andrea rose from the floor and placed the cloak on a bench that rested under one of her chamber windows. Her gaze swept out across the lands she had come to love and respect. The tiny village below her was alive with activity; she knew that in the heart of it was the one man that would save the lives of her children...if he were cunning enough to remain true to the cause.
+~ ~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~ ~
+Andrew held a pair of worn slippers in his hand, studied the stitching as well as the fabric that shown use and tear normally seen on shoes that were aged by months of use. These as well as the others he had examined, were not months old. They were less than a day old. He scratched his head, sighed, and replaced the shoes in the basket. ""Thank you, Rita,"" he said and nodded to the young maid, ""tell the Sister that I will be at the church tomorrow to help with the repairs.""
+Rita giggled. ""The children are very happy the Princesses have small feet.""
+The young cobbler smirked, grabbed another pair and lifted them up. ""Most do,"" he winked, then dropped the threadbare slipper, ""Enjoy your journey and give my regards to the Sisters. Come along Robert.""
+Andrew watched the young maid leave and then turned with his apprentice to make his way through the castle; her words made him smile. He would enjoy his day, though the labor would be not as rewarding as the company.
+The two villagers walked with familiarity, leaving the servant's entrance, passing several intricately carved doors. They reached the sitting room, where another servant greeted them. He took them into the gardens where they were presented to the eldest Princess.
+""Excuse my Your Highness,"" the servant whispered, bowing low and then turning to move out of Andrew's way.
+He stepped forward, bowed in greeting and then looked up at Danielle. ""Your father sent a messenger. It seems you are in need of shoes...again?"" He swept his gaze down her form, doing his best to make the journey back up as swift as possible, though he longed to take a few moments to enjoy every feminine curve she possessed.
+Danielle bit down on her lower lip, remaining still as the cobbler took a quick appraisal of her form. When his eyes met hers, she lifted one brow and then turned, finding a place to rest. The sound of laughter pulled her attention toward several of the stone benches, that littered the garden grounds.
+She smiled as she watched her siblings in their various states of recreation. One openly flirted with a guardsman, another was tucked under a blanket; her nose hidden in a book. A daisy chain was being made with some of her mother's precious flowers. In fact, all seemed to be consumed with their own thoughts. Danielle had been too, her thoughts however had been on the dreams, dreams she had begun to fear more than the ones she had as a child.
+""Your Highness.""
+Andrew's voice drew her back and she sighed. ""Just get on with it. Surely this should not take long."" She lifted her dress's hem just enough for her foot and ankle to show. Andrew slipped to the ground and snapped a finger. His assistant, a small boy less than twelve summers old quickly made his way over to the cobbler.
+""No. I've learned to come prepared.""
+Danielle couldn't help but notice the sound of his voice. She lifted a brow, concentrating on his face instead of the sensation of his fingers on her silky flesh. In her mind she knew that during the day, when Andrew visited it was the only thing that kept her worry at bay. Danielle refused to ask herself why; instead she simply allowed his presence to comfort her.
+""You seem distracted.""
+She glanced up, blushing because her eyes had traveled to his hands, which ran slowly over her foot. ""I was just day dreaming. Are you almost done?""
+Andrew sighed, released her foot and pulled one of the partially constructed slippers from the basket that Robert had placed on the ground. ""Aye. As you said, this won't take long. Still no clue as to why you and your sisters' shoes look aged?""
+""No. Perhaps it is the workmanship?""
+""Princess, you wound me to the core."" Andrew held up a fist and pressed it against his chest, before rising.
+The Princess chuckled to herself as she took in his faux appearance of shock and hurt. Andrew winked, turned away and motioned for his assistant to follow him. Danielle watched as the cobbler and the boy, moved from one Princess to the next, examining each ones' foot, placing a partially sewn set of slippers on their feet, having them stand and walk several yards before returning to him. Once he was satisfied he would move on to the next.
+""Why do you not waste all that time on me?"" she asked when he returned to her side.
+Andrew shrugged his shoulders. ""Over time a cobbler need not study every client to know their form.""
+Danielle's lips made a pout, one she didn't realize had appeared. Andrew did however; he wondered why the thought of him not watching her would make her annoyed. He locked the information in a corner of his mind and readied himself to leave the woman's company. ""Your shoes will be ready by the evening hour.""
+""Good day Master Cobbler,"" Danielle said with a quick nod of her regal head.
+He bowed, stepped back and turned to leave, colliding into Bartholomew's chest. ""Excuse me, Your Majesty!""
+Andrew again swept the ground, showing his respect to his liege lord.
+""Quite alright, young cobbler. How fare you?""
+""I'm well Sire, thank you for your concern.""
+""Queen Andrea has come to me with a suggestion and I would like to hear your opinion on the matter,"" Bartholomew said, moving to stand beside the young man.
+Danielle's interest perked and she moved closer, hoping to catch a few tidbits of her father and the cobbler's conversation. Bartholomew muttered something about nosy children, but said nothing to steer himself or Andrew away from prying ears.
+""I'm touched Sire that you would seek the opinion of a lowly man such as myself.""
+""You may just be a common man, but we all know you are most talented and the way my daughters go through slippers these days, you'll not be a poor man for long.""
+Andrea laughed, then quickly coughed, hoping to cover his amusement once he saw the annoying look Bartholomew passed over him. ""I am sorry Sir. What is this suggestion that our beautiful Queen has voiced?""
+The king cleared his throat. ""She has cleared one of the rooms near the girls, not right beside them mind you, but a few doors down. Her suggestion is that you move into the castle.""
+Danielle's gasp made Andrew and Bartholomew turn as one. ""Father, we can not ask Andr... our cobbler, to take up residence inside the keep. He has his shop in the village; who will take care of those that need his services?"" She didn't like the idea of the man living within her walls. He made her uneasy, a feeling she did not care for.
+""Danielle, return to your daydreaming. I will discuss this with no other but our Queen and our cobbler."" Bartholomew turned his attention back to the man, placing one hand on his shoulder and leading him back toward the sitting room and out of the garden. ""What say you? Could that young apprentice deal with the daily chores of your village shop?""
+Andrew shrugged his shoulder and glanced back at the young lad that had silently picked up their supplies and followed them. He could see the excitement in the boy's face and knew that the child, a local whore's bastard son, would make a good cobbler and had indeed shown great promise over the last several weeks. He had chosen the boy two years ago and had taught him much. The increased jobs, coming from the worn Princesses' slippers, had certainly sharpened and honed the young child's skills. With a quick nod of his head, Andrew saw glee appear in Robert's eyes.  
+""Aye Sire. Young Robert could run the shop as I work here in the castle. If he runs into a problem, however, will he have freedom to come to me for aide?""
+""Of course. I will let the guards now that you will be our newest resident. When the mystery of the girls and their wanderings are solved, then you can return to the village. Andrea's suggestion makes sense to me. You are here every day and I don't see their sleepless nights ending anytime soon. I just wish I knew what caused it. Perhaps with a man lurking around, they will be less inclined to walk the halls of the castle.""
+""Is that what you believe is happening Sire?""
+Bartholomew shook his head. ""I do not know what is happening. I have placed guards outside their doors and they claim that no one enters or leaves the room. I have added another maid to each chamber, but they too claim that all go to bed when told and are still there come morning. The maids and the guards are not to sleep, though I must wonder if they are failing in that demand.""
+""I will do my best to find an answer to the puzzle, Your Highness.""
+The king shook the young man's hand. ""Even if you do not, at least your shoes will not wear out from the long trek from the village to the castle.""
+Andrew chuckled, bowed when the King left the room and then turned his attentions to Robert. ""Let us return to the shop. I will go over a few things with you and gather some supplies. You have a big responsibility ahead of you."" The lad grinned wide and Andrew ruffled the curls on his head with a gentle palm. ""I've never met a boy that enjoyed work so much.""
+Danielle watched the interaction from one of the windows outside the study. She felt a familiar tingling in her gut, moistened her lips and swallowed the apprehension that had found a home in her chest. She did not want the cobbler under her roof. He made her insides queasy. It had been years since she'd felt such stirring emotions. Those emotions had led her down a path of sin; she had no desire to go there again or reopen the pain that had been thrust upon her, even if she were twenty-five and more than ready to experience the touch of a man again.
+The Princess turned away and walked back to the bench she'd been occupying. Her gaze drifted over her sisters. Mandy and Millay had their heads pressed together, whispering words in their own special language. _""Twins,""_ Danielle thought to herself, _""how wonderful it would have been to have a sister that was so close to me.""_
+Her thoughts then shifted to the only set of triplets in the family. Robin, Hazel and Violet had separated themselves and were each now doing their own thing. She felt a bit of melancholy sweep through her as she heard matching laughter echoing from the woods. Aurelia and Ariel, mirror images of each other, were up to no good, Danielle told herself, wondering if perhaps she should eavesdrop on their conversation.
+A movement to her left drew her attention back to the other sisters. The remaining four were more like her than the twins or triplets; they had not shared their mother's womb during their months cocooned in its warmth.
+Angelina, Quinn, Merry and young Cecilia. Four Princesses just as lovely as the rest, had found a place in the gardens to contemplate their dreams or plan their days activities. Danielle felt a need to shelter them all, especially Cecilia... she was special. The eldest princess vowed to stay awake that night in order to stop their dreams before they consumed them. She had made this same promise every night, and every night she failed. Surely though... with the added tension of Andrew's presence the night would be held at bay and the dreams would not consume her.
+~ ~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~ ~
+Andrea sat on the edge of her favorite chair. On her lap rested the cloak she'd pulled from her trunk. Her fingers toyed with the cord that rested on the top of the folded cloth. Her eyes remained fixed on the man in front of her. ""Andrew. Do you understand all that I am asking you?"" she asked of the young cobbler.
+Andrew blinked, shook his head hoping to clear his thoughts. He had just barely returned to the castle, after gathering his supplies for his new residence, when he had been summoned to the Queen's chambers. He hurried, curious as to what she needed of him. What she had requested was not something he had ever dreamed would emerge from her plump lips.
+""Your Majesty,"" he said after clearing his throat, ""you speak of magic. Different realms where creatures I have never seen before exist. You ask me to wear that,"" he pointed to the cloak, ""and spy on your daughters.""
+""Yes,"" Andrea said and rose from her seat. She moved over to Andrew and claimed the empty space beside him on the larger lounging chair. ""Master Cobbler. The magical stories that surrounded you as a child, ones that placed your Queen on a pedestal... they are real. Though I am not perfect I did come to Westingfield by magical means. A portal exists between the two worlds. I have never been able to close it, but I have for years protected my children from my sister.""
+""But now you can not?""
+The Queen sighed. ""No. It seems because they have refused to believe in magic, my powers are waning. It is the belief that keeps one inner light shining. Angora has woven some sort of spell over my girls. I feel it in my soul, but I can not stop her. No longer do the girls have faith in the stories of their mother and her people. It is because of that loss of innocense that they are slowly losing the lights that shine in their eyes. I do not know the spell, but I know it keeps them from resting a full night. I need you to watch them. Do not interfere, but observe them, come back to me and tell me what my sister is doing. Help me find a way to stop them.""
+Andrew rose and walked a few feet away, giving him space he suddenly needed. ""Your Highness. What can I do? I know nothing of witchcraft. I am but a simple man. Would not a trained guard be a better choice?""
+Andrea smiled softly. ""It is because you are simple that you will blend easily. She will not see you as a threat... and if you follow my rules, she'll not see you at all.""
+The Queen of Westingfield rose and placed the cloak in Andrew's hands. ""Wear this at all times. She will sense a presence, but she will not see you, lest you take it off. Andrew my magic is limited, but it has never failed me when I have called upon it. The book I read from told me that you were the one to take on this quest. Do not ask me why you are the chosen one; even a witch doesn't know all the reasons behind her spells. Some things we just must accept and live with.""
+""Mistress, I see and hear the worry in your voice. I still do not agree that a simple man is the answer, but I will serve you.""
+He tucked the cloak under his arm and bowed to the Queen. ""King Bartholomew, does he know of this plan?""
+""Yes. I have spoken to him and he admits that the idea of Angora's involvement has played at the back of his mind. He had hoped she had forgotten about him.""
+""You told me he chose you over her. No woman forgives the man that shunned her for her sister.""
+""You speak with experience?"" Andrea asked, lifting a curious brow.
+Andrew chuckled. ""No. I just know women. I have several sisters as well as aunts and cousins. Not to mention lately I have been surrounded by twelve beautiful creatures who speak rather candidly when they are only in the presence of a servant.""
+""As long as they are still respectful to you.""
+""Always, Your Highness.""
+""Good. Your work begins tonight. Go now and rest. I will serve you your meal this evening as well as your wine. You are not to eat or drink anything else unless I prepare it for you. My magic will keep you alert during the night while my daughters rest.""
+   ""As you wish, Your Majesty.""
+Andrea watched the cobbler leave with her magical cloak. ""Please be with him,"" she whispered to the God of Westingfield and the gods of Oarthland. A door to her right opened; she faced the man she had left her world for and opened her arms. ""He will save them,"" she said as Bartholomew moved into her embrace.
+""You are sure? He is nothing more than a commoner. A guard is stronger; wiser; trained.""
+""Your guards are trained, but not necessarily wiser or stronger. You have never doubted my magic before. Do not doubt it now. He is exactly what we need. He will stay hidden. He will find the answer to breaking Angora's hold. But enough... you observed us in secret. Do you find him at least a worthy suitor for one of our children?""
+""Aye. If that is the payment he accepts then he may chose one of our daughters to wed. Why did you not make that offer to him. Surely that incentive would have been enough.""
+Andrea laughed. ""What women wants to learn years from now she was sold into her marriage. No...we will reward him with the hand of one of our fair maidens if that is what he desires. Besides maybe I will be wrong and he will only ask for jewels and gold.""
+Bartholomew rolled his eyes. ""With what I am having to pay to have those girls in footwear he could own my castle before the summer comes.""
+The Queen couldn't help but giggle as she stepped up on her toes and kissed her husband's lips. Their bodies pressed together, hands began to explore the various dips and curves that years of living had toned or softened. Andrea moaned softly as Bartholomew's fingers moved to release the pearl buttons at the back of her gown. She shifted from one foot to the next while the tender caresses brought shivers of delight across her flesh. It would be sometime later before the Queen and her King emerged from the sitting room to dine with their children and their house guest.
+~ ~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~ ~
+Danielle spent most of her dinner casting glances toward their newest house guest. Why had her mother insist on serving the young man and tending to his needs for the meal? Why was he even allowed to sit at the same table with them? The practice of dining with the common man or woman had been ended several years ago. Danielle still remembered that night, the night when a man her father had trusted tried to end their lives. A shudder ran over her spine, causing her to shiver, a motion that unbeknown to her, Andrew picked up.
+Her thoughts trailed back to the night that the village Baker had become the lands most heinous enemy. The man had been trusted by many in the village as well as a reoccurring guest in the castle. It had been her mother's birthday celebration. He created a lavish cake and several intricately decorated pastries. He sat with the royal family. The desserts were passed around; a maid stumbled, dropping a plate of sweet pudding and thick cream. Immediately one of the various pets, that the girls were known for housing, bounded out from under the table and devoured the succulent dish. The Princesses giggled as did their mother; Bartholomew cursed; the Baker's face turned ash white as he watched the animal lap up the sticky mix. Then its body jerk violently. The laughter of the women died; horror replaced their happy expressions. Seconds later the creature lay dead on the stone floor and accusing eyes of a King and Queen flew in direction of the traitor.
+Danielle's blue eyes lifted from her untouched food and focused on Andrew, who was giving his attention to one of her many sisters. Was he plotting against them? Was he behind the sleepless nights they were experiencing? More questions were piled upon her shoulders as she tried to make sense of all that was happening to her and her siblings. A tapping sound brought her back to the moment and she turned to her father. She listened to him toast their guest, welcoming him as if he were as important as a neighboring King or visiting Lord.
+Andrew nodded his acceptance and thanked the family for the warm welcome as well as his lavish room. The meal progressed easily; the girls whispered amongst themselves. Andrea and Bartholomew shared stories of the girls' youth with their house guest and Danielle fumed inwardly as she thought of how close the cobbler would be to her and her family. The distrust of him, she knew was unwarranted, but the looks he cast toward her made her feel strange. She didn't welcome the tingling or the heated blush that seemed to overcome her whenever he spoke toward her.
+""Danielle.""
+The eldest Princess turned her head toward the voice that had called to her. ""Yes, mother?""
+""Please show our guest to his room.""
+Danielle's brow furrowed in confusion. Her mother said nothing else, just lifted a brow. The Princess shrugged her shoulders and rose from her seat. The other girls watched, curiosity filling their expressions. Danielle too wondered why she, a Princess, was escorting the cobbler when there were several servants in attendance. She said nothing though, mindful that her mother had acted odd all evening, so why not throw convention further into the wind.
+""Master Cobbler."" Danielle walked to his side, and they left the room, her leading the way and him following a few steps behind her. When they were far enough from the dining hall, Danielle stopped and placed her hands on her hips. ""What is going on here?"" she demanded, her voice low, but the whispered question harshly spoken.
+Andrew stared back at the woman before him, fought the urge to confess all her mother had told him and simply shrugged his shoulders. ""I am but a guest of your parents, my King and Queen. There is nothing going on. You and your sisters are in need of my services,"" he paused and lifted a brow, smirking as he continued speaking, ""it seems you are in need of them daily. So tell me Your Highness, what do you do all night that puts holes in your slippers and calluses on your tiny feet.""
+Danielle pursed her lips in annoyance. ""We do nothing. It is your poor workmanship that makes our slippers weak. Perhaps that child in your shop as become the teacher and you the student.""
+His laughter echoed through the hall. ""You know what is happening, yet you wish to not share it with your parents. Why is that? Where do you go? Perhaps,"" he took a step toward her, ""there is a lover that you seek out each night? Rumors once...""
+Danielle's face paled as the accusation swept over her. Her hand rose to slap at the cobbler's handsome face, but then she dropped the raised palm and turned away. ""It shouldn't surprise me that one of such low birth would believe the lies of those that are without honor."" She took several steps away from Andrew, before being forced to stop. Her gaze shot down to the firm hand that gripped her elbow. She turned and stared back at him.
+Andrew studied her face, immediately feeling sorry for his blunder, however he equally felt angered at her assault on his character. ""Danielle,"" he saw her brows lift at the familiarity of her name coming from his lips, ""I am sorry. That was rude of me. I did not, nor do I now believe the rumors that surrounded you several years ago. I have honor, but even I sometimes lack decorum. I am after all 'low birth'.""
+She stared back at him, licked her lips and felt the heat of his touch searing through the fabric of her dress. Danielle took a deep breath. ""You owe me no apology, for I goaded you into your humor. I am not sure why you put these feelings of hostility in me; perhaps I am just too tired. The nights are not full of frolicking for me.""
+The last words were softly spoken, but Andrew caught them, once more locking away a piece to the puzzle that he was assigned to solve. ""Danielle, I may be nothing more than a commoner, but I have always been here. I know that the rumors were just that. . .lies spread by a man that wanted more than you were willing to give. Those that believe them are not worthy to wear even your most worn slippers. Since your nights are not full of frolicking, then why not spend it with me?""
+Danielle's eyes grew wide and she jerked her arm free of his grasp. Immediately Andrew realized the implication of his request and began laughing again. This time lifting an arm to try and stall whatever hostile words she was prepared to toss back at him. ""No... not that way,"" he chuckled harder, wiping at tears that had threatened to spring free, ""I meant perhaps you could spend a few hours in my company. I hear you are quite skilled at chess. A game that even I feel confident in.""
+Her teeth pulled on her lower lip as she thought of his offer. If she were to spend a few hours with him, then maybe she could protect her sisters and keep all threat to them away, including any that Andrew presented. She angled her head and nodded. ""I will retire to my room and after my sisters fall asleep I will come to yours. A game will last several hours for I am quite good.""
+He smirked and then winked, before returning his hand to her elbow, and guiding her back down the hall to his room. ""I welcome the challenge,"" he whispered. Andrew found himself very excited by the aspect of spending a few hours in Danielle's company. If he didn't solve the mystery of the girls and their sleepless nights, at least he would have fond memories of his own sleepless nights to accompany him in his lonely bed.
+The couple stopped at the threshold of his quarters. Andrew released the hold he had on the Princess, bowed his head and left her in the hall. Behind the door, he faced the room that had been one of the Princesses maids' room. It reeked of feminine fragrances, such as rose and lilies. He had opened the shutters, hoping to air out the overwhelming perfumes, but as he took a deep breath he still breathed in their overpowering aroma. ""Women,"" he muttered to himself and then thought of the woman who he would spend a few hours with. She wore no artificial scents and now as he stood in the center of a room of fragrant blooms, he found himself thankful for that.
+Andrew moved to the bed and picked up the cloak that the Queen had gifted him with. He had not yet tried it on, but wondered if perhaps it was not time. When would the girls wander the halls? When would their restlessness start? He had no answers, but knew the sooner he found them, the happier he could make all their lives. That thought brought a sigh from his lips. He would certainly make the kingdom happier, but his own life would return to the daily chores that revolved around the people that he served, not the woman he wish to serve.
+He thought of Danielle and wondered why she worked so hard to remain bitter. There were times she was a kind, hearted Princess. She was respectful and caring; then suddenly she was tossing her hair and acting as if she were better than the rest. She wasn't though, he knew her to be a strong-headed woman, yes, but he'd seen the look of worry on her face whenever the subject of their slippers came up, or when one of her sisters yawned from exhaustion. A man would have to be blind to not witness the paleness of her features as the toll of worry took root in her soul. Then again... Andrew was in love with her, so perhaps only he saw these things.
+""You're a fool, Master Cobbler,"" he said to himself as he slipped on the cloak and tied the cord tightly around his waist. He swept the hood up and tucked it around his head. He then walked to the mirror and stared back at himself. A frown rose as he looked at his appearance. The mirror's warbled image projected his own back at him. ""It's not working,"" he thought as he ran his hands down his chest. ""I'm still here,"" he muttered under his breath.
+He sighed and moved to remove the cloak, hoping he had time to return to the dining hall and speak privately with Andrea. A knock on the door made him pause. He gave permission for the temporary interruption of his plan. Andrew watched the door open and Rita, the maid, stepped in. ""Yes?"" he asked as she looked around the room, past him and then back across the space of the living area.  
+""Master Cobbler?""
+His face contorted as he gazed at the woman. She had looked right at him and yet she still stood there not addressing him. Andrew took a step toward her, opened his mouth to speak and then stopped when she filled in the silence. ""Must have been the wind,"" she whispered, turned and left the tray of warm milk on the table by the bed.
+Andrew gawked as she closed the door behind her. He stared back at his reflection; a grin appeared on his features and he moved to the door with renewed confidence, making his way back to the dining hall.
+Two guards stood at either side of the double doors. Andrew thought of approaching them, pulling the doors open and walking in, but did not move from the center of the hall. Instead he stood still, staring long and hard at the two men, trying to will them to see him. They didn't however and more confidence found a home in the cobbler's chest.
+The guard on the left moved and Andrew scurried toward the hall's south wall. He watched as the door was pulled open and the Princesses filed out of the room. Some had their heads pressed close together as they whispered amongst each other. A few simply looked fearful of what was to come and several appeared to hunger for their rooms as they quickened their steps toward the wing where he and they would spend their nights. Andrew followed them, his steps silent as he moved in sync with the girls that were lagging behind the others.
+Aurelia and Ariel seemed lost in conversation and Andrew dismissed their girlish cackling in pursuit of following the youngest. She too seemed effected by the dreams, perhaps a bit more so than the rest. Her age? He wondered and then stopped short of running into the girl's back. He cursed softly, then chuckled as her fingers came to brush a stray strand of hair away. Andrew reached up and covered his mouth, fearful that his breath had stirred the youngest woman's hair. She turned around, and Andrew panicked, his face became pale, but when she shrugged her shoulders, he felt the tension in his chest ease.
+Cecilia moved with the rest of the girls, her small cane taping out the path that would carry her safely to her rooms; soon all the Princesses were closed within the safety of their chambers. Andrew returned to his rooms, satisfied that the cloak worked, and anxious to spend time with Danielle. He wondered when she would arrive. An hour? Two? Perhaps three? He pulled off the cloak, folded it and hid it under the bed that was raised high from the floor.
+Time seemed to drag by as Andrew waited within the walls of his room. He had tried to read, pass the hours by challenging himself with designing new riding boots, dancing slippers, walking shoes and even several thigh-length footwear for one woman in particular. He had hundreds of sketches of Danielle wearing shoes that no cobbler would ever fashion for a lady. The heels were high, the calf muscles of his drawn women were housed in leather, doe skin, fur. Though the designs were ones that were not worn nor had they ever been constructed, they were always on Andrew's mind. This was not a crime, but had anyone seen the drawings of Princess Danielle wearing the odd foot coverings, Andrew would be drawn and quartered, for few of her portraits had her clothed.
+The sound of several doors opening and closing as one, brought Andrew out of his daydreaming. He looked up at his bedchamber door and frowned. One door would have meant Danielle, but several? He pulled out the cloak and quickly donned it. His steps were light as he reached his own rooms' entrance and pulled the heavy plank of wood open. He was shocked to see the guards slumbering against the walls of the hall and even more surprised to see twelve beautiful Princesses silently walking toward the wing of the keep where few of their rank ventured.
+Andrew's eyes held onto Danielle's figure. He slipped from his room, silently moving with the group of girls. His pulse drummed within his veins as he followed the women. They stopped just outside the less the servants quarters, turned to the left and proceeded to leave the castle by way of a servant's entrance. His gaze drank in their blank expressions, and he noted that even young Cecilia, the one who lacked in sight, had no sense that she seemed to be walking free of any handicap.
+The cobbler followed; wind whipped at his cloak, and he gripped its edges tighter, fearful that it would be pulled from him and his secret revealed to whatever dark forces controlled his liege's children. The group of thirteen moved into the gardens, then further into the woods. Another heavy wind rolled over the group. Dresses were lifted slightly, hems fluttering in the cool air, hair was tossed over faces, and pushed absent mindlessly from emotionless expressions. Andrew wanted to reach out and jerk one of the sisters to the side. Shake her. Wake her up from this powerful nightmare, but he remembered what Andrea had said. He was not to interfere, just observe and so he did.
+When the Princesses stopped, Andrew stopped with them. He looked around, the light of the moon cast a glow over a world that Andrew did not recognize. ""She spoke the truth,"" he whispered as he reached out and touched the leaf of a nearby bush. He pulled it from the thin branch and lifted it to the light of the moon and stars. ""Silver?"" he asked himself and then rubbed the smooth plant with his fingers. He tucked it in the pocket of his cloak, fearful that it would be seen floating in the air by one of the Princesses.
+The girls stood there for a few minutes and then a collective sigh parted their lips. Andrew continued to watch in confusion mixed with amazement as several boats appeared out of nowhere. His brows furrowed in confusion as he watched the girls move toward what looked to be a river. Andrew shook his head, trying to dismiss the magical elements he was seeing. He took a step toward Danielle when he saw her reach down to touch the edge of the water. Water, he had not heard or seen, until the boats had appeared. ""Oarthland?"" he whispered and then realized the woods behind him was the portal that Andrea spoke of and that Angora had kept open.
+Danielle and Quinn moved into one of the boats. Andrew hurried forward, reaching out to jerk the eldest Princess back. He stopped when his eyes caught those of two men that were standing in the center of the boat, hands extended to the Princesses. Danielle's hand slipped easily into one of the men's and her lips rose in a smile. The stranger kissed her hand and fury swept over Andrew as he watched her lean into the man's chest and offer him her lips. The past came back to Andrew; the rumors he had sworn were not true assailed him and he moved to turn away from Danielle's passion shown face. The only thing that stopped him was the look he recalled in his world, the look of fear that was often worrying the Princess's eyes.
+Andrew glanced at the other women, each seeming to pair up with either a boat, a man or a sister. He knew who he had to follow; who he had to protect. Andrew turned, wasting no time and took the steps that would place him on the boat.
+""What was that?"" Danielle whispered.
+Andrew held his breath as she turned and looked directly at him.
+""Nothing my sweet dollop of thick honey.""
+Andrew rolled his eyes at the gooey sentiment.
+""The boat jarred as if. . .""
+""It is just us my rose bonnet of blanketing delight.""
+Andrew felt his stomach turn. The cobbler wasn't sure what was worse, the horrible attempts of wooing or from the sight of the man slobbering on Danielle's skin. As the stranger's lips clamped over Danielle's, the servant of the Queen knew the answer.
+The boat housed a servant as well as the two men Andrew didn't recognize and two of the Princesses of Oarthland. He sat in a corner and watched as they were rowed away from shore and away from the others. When would he see them again? What would he see? And where was the witch that was controlling this dastardly game?
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+ **Author's Note:** _Again, this is the first chapter to the new chain story:_ Enchanted Twelve. _Following this chapter you will learn what happens to each Princess during this first night of Andrew's adventure. Each Princess is written by another writer. Follow their tale or (and I encourage this next part) follow all their tales; most of all simply enjoy the ride we hope to take you on. Thanks to all the writers that are venturing this new path with me. ~ Red_
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+48,Enchanted Twelve,starrkers,Chain Stories,2007-12-27,2008-03-20,2022-01-08 03:47:33,3,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/enchanted-twelve-angelina-ch-01,"1. Angelina discovers magic does exist. 2. Angelina spends a night with Dante, or does she? 3. She is detemined to have fun, despite Dante's bad mood","['Fairy Tale', 'Orgasm Denial', 'Public Fondling', 'Teasing']",4.35,"Angelina leaned back against the padded seat. It was so peaceful here, listening to the splash of the oars and the ripple of the water around the boat.
+No father shouting, no servants running about, no sisters all chattering at once; just her and the boat and the lake ... and him.
+She let her hand trail in the cool water and closed her eyes. If only this was real and not just a dream. If only she could stay here forever, instead of having to wake up tomorrow.
+But she would wake up tomorrow and this would be gone. She opened her eyes, not wanting to miss the sights of this most wonderful dream – Dante being the best sight of all.
+Dante - even his name was magical, mystical, marvellous – rowed steadily, pulling the little boat through the water with no discernible effort. He was strong, he was handsome and he was hers!
+Her thoughts drifted as she he rowed further and further across the lake. Gradually she forgot this was a dream, forgot about Westingfield and accepted this time and place as real, the memories of previous nights returned to confirm this reality.
+Dante saw Angelina's expression change, as she moved from day reality to night reality, and smiled.
+As she watched the smile spread across his face, dimpling his cheeks and crinkling his eyes, she thought her heart would burst. A lock of dark hair fell over his forehead as he paused, shipping the oars and letting the boat drift as he leaned forward to take hold of her shoulders and pull her onto his lap.
+Angelina gasped as the little boat rocked violently.
+""It's all right, I won't let us tip,"" his deep mellow voice calmed her. He wrapped her in his arms, pressing her close to his chest and kissed her forehead.
+She snuggled in, almost completely surrounded by him, visible only from the neck up and the knees down. He felt so safe.
+""What do you think about a little private 'us' time tonight before we join the others at the ball?"" Little kisses across her temples, cheeks and nose punctuated his question.
+""Mmm,"" she purred, snuggling in even closer, ""that would be wonderful.""
+""Indeed."" He smiled wolfishly into her hair. ""Maybe I should just lose these oars then. What do you think, little princess?""
+Angelina loved it when he called her ""little princess"". She wasn't little, she was taller than most of her sisters, but she was small compared to him. But still, she pouted. She wanted at least a bit of a chance to show off tonight's lovely dress.
+""But then how would we get to the ball?""
+Dante stroked her face, turning it to his. ""That would be a bit of a problem, wouldn't it?""
+Again he kissed her face as punctuation. ""But I'm sure someone would notice we were missing and come looking for us - eventually."" The last word breathed against her neck as Dante began nibbling her ear.
+His hand slid into Angelina's bodice, cupping her ample breast and teasing the nipple. She jumped and squeaked, taken unawares by his bold action. They'd kissed before, but her prince had never been this bold.
+""Steady, little princess,"" Dante purred in her ear. ""You don't want the boat to tip.""
+So she sat still, watching his eyes and feeling his hand explore her breast, stroking and squeezing, tickling and pinching the already erect nipple. She began pressing into his hand, enjoying the sensation more and more.
+Dante reached in and kissed her, his tongue caressing hers, his lips locking hers tightly. Angelina gave herself over to the kiss, closing her eyes and returning it fully.
+This kiss, so deep and sensual, sealed it for her – Prince Dante loved her. It proved to her, more than anything before, that he had chosen her on that first night, not just for play, but to be his consort, his life's partner.
+She sighed into his mouth, opened her knees at his touch and a hand, already under her skirts, slid up between her thighs, stopping only when it reached the rapidly dampening fabric of her underwear. His fingers slid beneath silky material and went exploring, seeking the source of the moisture as well as the button to produce more.
+Angelina moaned softly, focussed totally on the sensations sparking from her breast and her clit to meet deep in her belly, churning and tingling. To hell with the ball!
+Dante watched her drift under his spell, a smile flittering across his face, but not reaching his eyes. They remained cold and calculating. His expert fingers played her like an instrument, strung progressively tighter. She didn't notice as he shifted his weight, moving his face away from hers.
+It was the second set of hands gripping her shoulders that got her attention.
+""Who's there?"" Her eyes flew open and she would've sprung to her feet had the hands not held her firmly in position. Her heart pounded wildly, all thought of the pleasure she had been enjoying gone.
+There was no one else there. Only Dante, his smile wide and devilish, he almost chuckled at Angelina's shocked expression.
+""What is it, little princess?""
+""There was someone else here. They touched me – they..."" her voice trailed off and her eyes opened wider as she visually registered Dante's hands on her shoulders. She could still _feel_ his hands elsewhere. Fighting panic, she swung away from him. The phantom hands on her breast and between her legs followed, never missing a beat in their caress. She batted at them, arms flailing. The boat rocked wildly, water splashing over the sides.
+""Hey, it's OK."" Dante held his princess steady, crooning in her ear, using his voice to calm her enough to listen. ""Hey, hey, shhh. Listen to me. It's my hands. It's all right.""
+He steered her to the bow seat and settled her there, still holding her, but gently. He tilted her face and locked her panicked gaze with his: calm, steady and totally in control.
+""You know this place is magical – I borrowed some of the magic. Tonight, no matter who you dance with, where you are, what else you do, I'll be with you."" His eyes glinted wolfishly. ""All night, you'll be in my hands.""
+A different kind of shock shivered through Angelina. Relief, anticipation and a little exhilaration washed away the panicked fear. ""You're doing this?""
+""Yes. Do you like it?"" The hand on her breast squeezed tightly.
+""Ooh, yes. I like it. Can you feel this too?""
+""Of course. Where would be the fun if I couldn't?""
+""Will anyone else know?""
+""That, little princess, will depend totally on you."" He hid a smile. ""It would be better if they didn't. I could get into trouble. Now, we should head in to the others.""
+She looked up in surprise. The boat, unaided, had drifted to the dock on the far side of the lake, the castle ballroom glittered and sparkled before them and the sounds of the orchestra filtered down to her ears.
+Dante stood, one foot in the boat, one on the dock and offered her his hand. She stood gracefully and stepped onto the dock, only to stumble and gasp as the unseen hand between her legs clenched, squeezing her mound and sliding a finger across the wet opening.
+He nimbly left the boat and stood in front of Angelina, holding her upright, then leaned forward and deftly eased her untouched breast from the bodice of her gown, kissing and licking the nipple and replacing it in her gown.
+The touch lingered, joining the sensation of his hands.
+Before she could say a word he turned, took her arm and led her into the ballroom.
+***
+Dante watched across the room as Angelina danced. It was deliciously cruel seeing her forced composure, her occasional missed step as he played her body with his mind.
+He had taken the first couple of dances with her upon their arrival and had allowed her some respite from his ministrations, merely cupping and holding her. He gradually felt her relax against his phantom caress, becoming accustomed to it, as if it were just another part of her attire.
+So he let her loose, to dance with the other noblemen while he stood at the side of the room and watched, letting his mind do the work, stoking desire and increasing discomfit.
+First he thought of his mouth kissing her breast, grabbing the nipple in his teeth and tweaking it. He clearly heard her gasp across the room. Perhaps not, but he had certainly not imagined the change in her expression, nor the stumble in her pirouette.
+Gradually he increased his magical interference. Before long he could clearly see the outline of her erect nipples through the fabric of her dress. And this time he wasn't imagining it.
+Nor did he later imagine the flush that crept up her cheeks or the way her eyes began to seek him out, regardless of her dancing partner. But each time she had tried to seek him out, another dance had begun and she was whisked away again.
+Near the end of the night, Angelina finally left the dance floor and made her way across the room to Dante, who stood with glass of punch in hand, waiting. His mind embraced both her breasts, sucking and kneading, and he could clearly see the results of his attention in the tense expression on her face and the strain of her chest against the bodice of her gown.
+His eyes glittered as he waited for the perfect moment – when she was in the open, away from any other person. Now he concentrated on her pussy. His mind's hand was slippery and hot with her juices. He clenched, squeezing her mound, one finger slipping deep into her pussy.
+Angelina cried out, stumbling as the unexpected sensation almost undid her. Fire raced through her as the phantom fingers worked, circling and teasing her clit, before plunging deep into her again.
+Dante was by her side in an instant. To onlookers he appeared to be supporting a faint Angelina, leading her outside to fresh air.
+Away from prying eyes, he released her, pushing her from him as she desperately leaned into him, her knees turning traitor as she sought greater access for the phantom between her legs. But the phantom fingers continued probing, the grip on her nipples from fingers and teeth tightened.
+""Oh Dante, please. I'm so close, make me cum. I need it."" Her eyes were closed, her mouth open and each breath became a little moan as she humped Dante's magical touch.
+Abruptly the phantom motions ceased, her nipples still pinched tight, a finger buried within her.
+""Control yourself,"" Dante hissed. ""You're making a spectacle. Others will notice.""
+He watched in grim satisfaction as Angelina opened her eyes and stood as straight as she could, dragging herself back from the edge, her chest still heaving, her face now heavily flushed.
+""Come,"" Dante led her back to the glittering ballroom. ""It is time for the last dance. We must put on a good show.""
+""Please, can't we stay outside? No one will see,"" Angelina begged, barely under control, knowing a dance was near impossible in her present condition.
+Dante ignored her, pulling her onto the dance floor and holding her close as the last waltz began. His mouth descended over hers and his hands cupped and supported as the phantom hands again came to life, causing her knees to loosen again. She moaned deeply into his mouth as the finger steadily stroked in and out of her, rubbing across her clit on each stroke.
+""Keep dancing, little princess,"" Dante whispered. ""Remember where you are. We must keep this secret, no one must know.""
+Angelina struggled to obey, closing her eyes, forcing herself to concentrate on the music as a second finger joined the first, stroking in and out in time with the waltz, torturing her with the slow steady beat.
+""Does it feel good? My fingers inside you?"" His deep voice tickled her ear and seemed to flow down her spine. ""Do you like it that I keep time?""
+She trembled against him. ""Please, Dante.""
+""One."" His fingers pulled out of her now sopping wet pussy.
+""Two, three."" They circled and tickled her aching clit.
+""Four."" The fingers drove hard into her again.
+Her cry was lost again in his mouth.
+""Keep dancing, baby, that's it. One, two, three, _four_ ; one, two, three, _four_. Don't stop now, nearly over. One, two, three, _four_.""
+The orchestra wound down the dance, slowing the tempo. Dante's magic fingers slowed too, until the song ended and the feel of his mouth and fingers faded away with the last note of music.
+""We must get to the boat,"" Dante seemed totally matter of fact.
+""No!"" You can't! Oh God Dante, please, fuck me now!"" Angelina was aching and empty, soaking wet and desperate for release.
+""We can't, little princess. There's no time left.""
+Dante took her hand and led her to the boats, lined up and waiting for her and her sisters. He helped her into the bow seat and stood back.
+""You're not even taking me back?"" Angelina was bereft.
+""Not tonight, little princess. My squire will see you safe across.""
+He pushed the boat away from the dock and turned abruptly hiding the smile from her as he strode into the darkness, his hand already moving to relieve his own ache as he reviewed her distress.
+Tomorrow should be even more fun.
+ _Thank you for reading this first instalment in Angelina's adventure. If you enjoyed it, please take the time to read the tales of the other princesses in this chain. And, please, take a moment to vote and, perhaps leave a comment._
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+49,Enchanted Twelve,MagicaPractica,Chain Stories,2007-12-16,2008-06-12,2022-01-08 03:47:36,6,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/enchanted-twelve-aurelia-ch-01,1. Aurelia meets her match. 2. Ariel is given much to think about. 3. Geoffrey tries to convince Aurelia that love is enough. 4. Ariel demonstrates her love. 5. Aurelia struggles to balance love against her independence. 6. Ariel is taken in a secluded corner of the gardens.,"['Chaste', 'Enchanted Twelve', 'Fantasy', 'Garden', 'Maiden', 'Masquerade', 'Masturbation', 'Voyeurism']",4.31,"_Author's Note: There is no sex in this chapter, but I hope the titillation provided in chapters 1 and 2 will carry you through to the climax in chapter 3._
+*
+Aurelia smiled up at Prince Colin as they passed in the dance, touching lightly, bobbing the blue feathers of her mask in his direction. He smiled back and inclined his shaggy brown head toward her, the upper part of his face hidden behind a golden mask. Prince Colin was a burly knight with longish brown hair and a beard. He reminded Aurelia sometimes of a stuffed bear she had hugged to pieces as a child.
+She had not been best pleased when she had ended up with him though. She had thought to be paired with the smoothly good-looking genteel man her sister was dancing with. It was a trifle awkward at first. The other man had been flirting outrageously with her then been called away by another and, when Aurelia had turned around, she saw him getting into a boat with her twin sister, Ariel. Which left Aurelia on the shore with only a few princes left.
+When Prince Colin had approached her, she simply sighed and went with him. Now, she knew that it had been just as well. She had since heard the other prince was a true rogue. She likely would not have been able to resist him, but Ariel was safe. She was strong of mind, steady and, most of all, chaste.
+Aurelia could not quite claim the same. Her maidenhead was still intact, but she had been more curious and far less reserved than her twin sister. There had been that skinny-dipping incident with the sheriff's son. Aurelia felt warmth touch her cheeks that had nothing to do with the exertion of the dance.
+She had been a rough and wild child who grew into a wild young woman. The boys she had run with had also grown up and they had been as curious as she. She had touched and teased with some boys, but only ones her age where she could stay in control. She had stayed away from the older men whose eyes appraised her figure as she walked through her father's hall.
+The music ended and Aurelia moved to the edge of the dance floor where Colin found her looking around the spacious keep hall where the masked dance was being held. Huge fireplaces at either end of the room blazed with whole logs and sconces along the walls held oil reserves and wicks that lit the hall.
+""Looking for someone?"" Colin asked.
+""My twin sister,"" she explained, scanning the throng around them. Ariel was wearing a rose-colored dress and mask.
+""Your twin? I did not realize you had a twin?"" Colin looked around the room, as if to spy some amazing phenomenon.
+""My sister, Ariel. You met her last night."" Aurelia looked at him in confusion.
+""I knew that she was your sister but I did not realize she was a twin. You do look quite a bit alike I suppose, but she is clearly not you. I suppose that is the way with some twins.""
+Aurelia looked at him quizzically. Was he being serious? She looked exactly like Ariel. Everyone said so! Even her own parents could barely tell them apart. Though she loved her dearly, Aurelia had spent her whole life trying to be different from her sister. She wanted to be her own person. Everything she had done in her life practically yelled, ""look at me!!!""
+Aurelia watched his face. He was being serious. Of course, he usually was. He was the very definition of valor and honor but he did not say things in jest very often.
+That was the moment Aurelia really saw him for the first time. He really was quite handsome, someone she could hold on to, solid and real, an anchor to her rocking and rolling on uncharted waters. The kindness in his face overwhelmed her. He looked at her and she beamed. Bemused, he smiled back.
+She took his arm and steered him toward a doorway. ""Let us stroll in the garden, Prince Colin.""
+""But... your sister?"" he asked, though he did not resist her pull. He could resist Aurelia practically nothing. From the first night, he had known he loved her flighty and impulsive soul.
+""I am quite sure she is capable of seeing to her own needs."" Aurelia led him from the room.
+In the garden, Aurelia led Colin into the maze and several turns to the left and right before she faced him, smiling. She stepped forward and put her arms around his neck. His eyes softened and he leaned down to kiss her gently, lingering on her sweet lips. He started to pull back but Aurelia clung to him, kissing him back more ferociously now. They had kissed before but she wanted more and, who better than a man who saw her as the unique person she had always believed she was? She slid her tongue past his lips and into his mouth, offering him her sweet, hot mouth for plundering.
+Prince Colin was overwhelmed by the assault on his senses, but gradually his mind returned to him. He took hold of Aurelia's arms and gently set her back away from him. ""Aurelia, what are you playing at?"" he asked reproachfully. ""It is unkind to tease a man so.""
+Aurelia's pretty mouth turned down in an equally pretty pout. ""I was not teasing, my Lord. Truly, you may have anything of me you wish, anything at all. I would give you rights no other has ever had where my body is concerned.""
+She looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes as she pressed herself once more into his arms. Colin held her but shook his head at her.
+""Aurelia, you are truly a treasure, one that I intend to win for all times. I will not do more than kiss you until I know you will be my wife.""
+Aurelia felt vexation threaten to overwhelm her. ""I am offering you something other men would beg for, and you say no?""
+""I say... not yet. Aurelia, you are so impetuous and though I love that about you, in this instance I feel the need to protect you from it. What if you became with child? We will not make love until you agree to be my wife.""
+Aurelia pushed away from him. ""I have no intention of becoming some man's brood mare, my Lord. If that is what you wish, you will have to look elsewhere.""
+Prince Colin watched her go sadly as Aurelia turned and stalked off through the maze. He would have to convince her that his love was true and he wanted more than a ""brood mare."" He looked around and suddenly realized he didn't know where Aurelia had led him. How was he supposed to get out of this maze?
+Colin managed to find his way out of the maze in time to make it back to the boats. Aurelia was there, waiting to be rowed across, but received his greeting with an icy silence and hopped into the little boat unassisted. She would not thaw easily, he realized as he rowed. Nor would Colin give up easily. He had been through many a weary campaign and he would plan his strategy to woo her as carefully as any stratagem he had ever devised.
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+50,Enchanted Twelve,TE999,Chain Stories,2007-12-19,2008-03-11,2022-01-08 03:47:45,3,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/enchanted-twelve-merry-ch-01,1. A magical tryst in the forest. 2. Children of the Dragon. 3. Skeletons and Moonbeams.,"['Adventure', 'Forest', 'Magic']",4.47,"_Hello and welcome to my readers. Thanks for your votes, comments and e-mail's on my previous stories. This tale is one of a series in a Chain Story entitled 'Enchanted Twelve'. I strongly encourage everyone to read all the stories written by other authors in the chain. Now, I would like to introduce to you Princess Merry and Prince Karl. Enjoy._
+* * * *
+Laughing and talking, the Princesses wended their way through the Silver Forest. Rounding a bend they saw their Princes waiting for them and began walking faster. When Merry saw Karl she broke into an unladylike run, hitching up her skirts, flinging herself into his outstretched arms. He lifted her and spun her around as they exchanged passionate kisses.
+Merry always felt safe when she was with Karl; he made her forget the awful dreams she and her sisters suffered with every night. He was her protector, her champion, her armor against all that would threaten them and she loved him dearly.
+Karl hugged Merry's slim body to him, his face buried in her mane of red hair. She smelled of perfumed soap and fragrant herbs. He breathed deeply, inhaling the wonderful scents of the woman he loved. Her arms encircled his neck as they kissed, oblivious to the happy cries of the others as they met their own princes.
+""Your boat awaits m'lady,"" Karl said, setting her down gently. She was so unlike the women in his kingdom of Vard. They were large framed and as strong as their men, unlike Merry who was slim as a reed and just as delicate. He had learned not to hug too tightly for fear of hurting her, but she accepted his embraces without fear.
+""Why thank you kind sir,"" Merry replied, taking his hand as he helped her into the gently rocking boat. Her green eyes shone as he clambered into the stern, dipped a paddle into the water and struck out for the opposite shore. His muscular body gave her goose bumps as she watched him scull effortlessly through the rushing water.
+She quivered with anticipation as they neared the other side. Soon they would disappear into the dark forest and slake their thirst for each other. She was already moist between her legs remembering the first time they made love, how his thick cock stretched the walls of her virginal pussy as he gently entered her. The pain quickly turned to pleasure as he stroked in and out of her, her fingernails leaving deep scratches on his back as they rocked together. Her powerful orgasm heightened by his long moan as he drenched her pussy with jets of thick cum while she cried out in pleasure.
+*
+After they had disembarked, Karl lifted the boat from the water and upended it on the bank. Hand in hand they walked among the towering oak, maple and chestnut trees; in no hurry to reach the dancing ground. They saw a trail through some underbrush and decided to follow it. Soon, they came upon a verdant sunlit glade and a shimmering pool of water. It was dark where they had come from. How could this be? Curious, a Merry dipped a hand in the water; it was pleasantly warm.
+""Let us go for a swim Karl,"" she said happily. ""Unlace me please.""
+""With pleasure,"" he replied, untying the knots and nuzzling her neck as she giggled with excitement. Merry wriggled out of her garments and hesitated, her face in an exaggerated pout.
+""Karl, I have no place to hang my pretty gown. It will be soiled if I lay it on the grass.""
+""Such a demanding wench you are,"" Karl grumbled in mock irritation. He strode to an oak tree, shinnied up the trunk, broke off several limbs and in minutes had constructed a crude rack for their clothing. He stripped and dove in, Merry jumping behind him. Laughing and splashing they played in the water, dunking each other as they became more excited.
+Standing in the shallows, Karl pulled Merry to him and kissed her. ""Would you enjoy a ride in the country fair maiden?""
+""Oh so very much good sir,"" Merry replied. ""I will ride with you anywhere.""
+""Then let us begin,"" Karl said. He lifted Merry by her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck and nibbled his ear. She spread her legs and felt the velvet head of his throbbing cock brush her pussy lips. She relaxed her hold and slowly lowered herself, shivering with delight. Karl groaned as her silky pussy enfolded his aching cock, teasingly gripping it inch by inch until it was completely inside her.
+Merry tongued Karl's ear. ""Now,"" she whispered, ""Let us ride, my love.""
+She swung her legs around his waist as he lifted her up and down, his cock head lingering between her engorged lips, then plunging into her, making her gasp. He was such a wonderful lover she could hardly stand it.
+""Enough trotting, let us canter a while,"" she moaned. He shifted his weight in the knee deep water and stroked into her even faster, her little shrieks of delight spurring him on.
+Merry felt faint as Karl's stiffness impaled her repeatedly. Her puffy nipples tingled as they rubbed on his wiry chest hair, their bellies slapping together with each thrust. Familiar warmth suffused her body and she knew her orgasm was near. Her green eyes met his blue ones as she cried, ""To the gallop my darling, the quarry is in sight."" He began pounding into her, his hands leaving her waist, cupping her rounded buttocks as she squealed with excitement. He bit his lip trying desperately to keep from cumming until she did.
+Merry tossed her head back, red hair swirling, scattering drops of water everywhere. ""Ohhhh...Karl...yessss,"" she wailed as her orgasm coursed like liquid fire through her body. Her pussy bathed Karl's erection in waves of warm juices as he pumped ropes of thick cum into her, groaning and shuddering in his release. Her pussy muscles rippled along his cock coaxing out the last of his cum as she had another massive orgasm. Clinging together, they settled into the warm water, softly kissing as they basked in the glow of their mutual satisfaction.
+""Oh my, and who do we have here sister?"" someone said behind them.
+Karl and Merry turned and their eyes widened in surprise. Two naked women stood on the bank looking bemusedly at them. The one on the right's skin was a pale blue, her long hair, lips, nipples and pubic hair a shimmering aquamarine. The one on the left's skin was a light green, her long hair, lips, nipples and pubic hair a deep emerald. Both were slim with flared hips, narrow waists and firm up tilted breasts.
+""Who...who are you?"" Merry asked, finding her voice.
+""More like what are you?"" Karl asked wonderingly.
+""I am Aqua,"" the blue woman answered. ""And this is my sister Larch. She is a wood nymph and I am a water sprite. Why are you befouling my favorite pool?""
+""Look at my poor oak,"" Larch exclaimed. ""You brutes ripped it's branches off. She hugged it and said soothingly ""There, there, it will be all right, don't be upset.""
+Merry gasped as the tree quivered when Larch crooned to it. ""Karl, what shall we do?"" she whispered. ""These are magical beings and...""
+""Come here you two,"" Aqua said menacingly. ""You castle dwellers encroach on our homes every day; cutting down trees, setting fires, washing clothes, dirtying my pure water with your waste and filth. You should be punished.""
+""You'll not touch a hair on my loves head,"" Karl rumbled as he climbed on the bank, water sheeting from his broad chest. ""Magical beings or no, deal with me first if you dare.""
+Aqua looked appraisingly at his massive frame, eyes alighting on his semi-hard cock. 'I would never think of hurting a lovely man such as you,"" she purred. ""Come here sister.""
+Larch was at her side in an instant. ""What a beautiful human,"" she said huskily. ""It has been a long time since we...""
+""You get away from him,"" Merry shouted, stepping next to Karl. ""This is my prince. Go find one of your own.""
+""She's a spirited one isn't she?"" Larch said, smiling. ""There is so much of him. Won't you share for a while? We weren't going to neglect you, lovely."" She stepped forward and caressed Merry's cheek. ""So soft and smooth, what is your name pretty flower?""
+Merry sighed as Larch's hand touched her. ""Merry. I am a Princess of Westingfield. Karl is a Prince of Vard. Your touch is so gentle Larch.""
+""As is this one's,"" Karl rumbled as Aqua pressed herself against him, her stiff nipples poking his chest. ""Do not start something you cannot finish little sprite.""
+""Oh I think we will all finish in fine style,"" Larch murmured as Merry caressed her cheek in return. ""I have already forgiven you both for hurting my tree.""
+""As have I for fouling my water,"" Aqua said, stroking Karl's abs and his stiffening cock. ""Do you wish to play now?""
+""Yes, let us play,"" Larch replied, pulling Merry to her and kissing her deeply. She sighed as Merry returned the kiss with equal fervor.
+Merry was no stranger to Sapphic love, expertly tutored in secret by an equally adventuresome Ladies Maid her same age. They had continued their clandestine trysts until she met Karl and the Maid married the Head Cook who captured her fancy.
+***
+Karl lifted Aqua and kissed her, their tongues swirling together as she slid her wet pussy along his stiff cock. He laid her softly in the grass, sucking her erect nipples, his finger probing in her pussy. She mewed in pleasure as her hand moved on his cock, slippery now with precum. She spread her legs and he slid between them.
+""I do not wish to hurt you Aqua. However sometimes when I am in passions grip I forget my strength. I will be careful, I promise.""
+""I welcome all you care to give me, you beautiful man. Mine is the strength of floodwaters and the pounding surf. Let us blend our strengths in glorious pleasure.""
+Aqua gripped Karl's ass and pulled him into her with one thrust. He sucked and bit her thick nipples as he pounded her tight pussy; her long nails raked his skin as her hips rose to meet his in perfect rhythm. They rolled in the grass, first one then the other on top, never missing a beat as they fucked in wild abandon.
+***
+Larch and Merry lay together in the grass, kissing and exploring each other. Merry sighed as Larch's finger wiggled in her pussy. ""Your touch is so exciting Larch. Do you love men as well as women?""
+""Oh yes. I enjoy a man's hardness as well as a woman's tongue in my...ooooh."" She moaned as Merry's finger slid between her green nether lips.
+""As do I...uhhhhh."" Merry replied as Larch added a second finger, twisting them against her lover's slick walls.
+Merry sucked a green nipple in her mouth and lashed it with her tongue, her fingers probing Larch's wetness. Larch responded by pumping her fingers deep in Merry's pussy, back arching as Merry's thumb found her lover's throbbing clit, peeling back the fleshy sheath.
+""Ohhh...mmmm..."" Larch moaned. ""Sweet Merry, I want your mouth on me. Please lick my pussy. I want to taste yours.""
+Merry turned around and lowered her dripping pussy to Larch's wiggling tongue; her head dropping between Larch's spread legs as she sucked the engorged lips in her mouth. Hands gripping ass cheeks, they began devouring their pussy banquet.
+***
+Aqua rolled on top of Karl, joyfully impaling herself on his thickness. Karl rolled her nipples under his thumbs as he kneaded her breasts. Blue hair flying, Aqua rode him faster and faster, her juices flowing down Karl's dick as her orgasm rose and burst, suffusing her body with a splendid agony.
+Wailing her delight, she rode his cock to a second orgasm, then a third as Karl groaned and squirted bursts of hot cum deep in her gripping pussy. She collapsed on top of him, panting from her exertions as he enfolded her in his arms. They kissed tenderly savoring the afterglow.
+***
+Larch sucked Merry's clit in her mouth, licking and nibbling, as her fingers were busy in her lover's cunt and asshole. Merry slid a finger from each hand into Larch's puckered hole, licking and sucking on the engorged clit. Larch moaned in ecstasy as Merry's lips and tongue drove her wild; back arching she had a thundering orgasm that made her tremble. Merry ground her hot pussy against Larch's face, flooding her mouth with salty juices as her orgasm claimed her. Larch squirted warm fluids into Merry's open mouth, filling it repeatedly as Merry swallowed every delicious drop.
+Larch turned around and snuggled into Merry's welcoming arms. ""I have not made love with a woman as skilled as you before,"" she murmured. ""It was exquisite. I wish you were mine alone.""
+""You were wonderful dear Larch,"" Merry replied. ""I have never cum so hard with a woman before. If the circumstances were different, I would gladly be your lover for all time.""
+Two shadows fell over them and they looked up at the smiling faces of Karl and Aqua. ""Did you two have fun?"" Aqua purred. ""Karl and I certainly did.""
+""It was glorious,"" Merry replied.
+""Please join us. The fun is just starting,"" Larch said, throatily. ""There must be a game we all can play.""
+""I know of one,"" Karl said in a deep voice. The three women looked at him expectantly. ""Larch, get on your hands and knees between Merry's legs. Aqua, straddle Merry's face."" He gripped Larch's hips and teased her pussy with the head of his cock. ""I'll start things back here,"" he said, easing his thick cock into Larch's sopping hole.
+Larch gasped as Karl's cock filled her to bursting, pumping in and out. She wrapped her arms around Merry's thighs and buried her face in her juicy pussy, swallowing the sweet cream that flowed from it.
+Aqua lowered her steaming pussy to Merry's wriggling tongue, groaning as Merry wormed a cum-covered finger in her tight asshole. She leaned forward and stroked Merry's clit with her fingers, spreading her legs wider as Merry licked and sucked on her gaping pussy.
+The woodland glade rang with the sounds of intense lovemaking. The squish of a hard fucked pussy, the slurps and sucks of pussies being eaten, the slap of flesh on flesh and the cries of passion as the four pleasured each other hour after hour. Karl's erection never dwindled and the women's pussies flowed like fountains as they shared uncounted orgasms. Finally collapsing from sheer exhaustion, they lay together in the grass as a gentle breeze cooled their sweaty bodies.
+Aqua climbed shakily to her feet. ""I invite all of you to my home. The warmth will ease our tired bodies."" They floated and swam in the soothing waters, exchanging kisses and caresses, becoming friends as well as lovers.
+""Oh Karl,"" Merry said. ""This has been so enjoyable I don't even care if we missed the dancing.""
+""Me either,"" he replied, laughing as Aqua bobbed up in front of him and kissed his nose. ""I would much rather be here.""
+""If you two would still like to dance, I think I can help you,"" Larch replied, cupping Merry's breasts and nuzzling her neck.""
+""Yes, the portal. What a great idea,"" Aqua replied, shivering as Karl caressed her pussy.
+Drying off in the breeze, Karl and Merry followed Larch and Aqua to a huge sycamore tree. Pulling on their clothing, they watched in amazement as Larch touched the tree trunk and an opening appeared. ""Follow us,"" she said, walking in holding hands with Aqua.
+There was a feeling of motion, and then Karl and Merry emerged from a door in a sycamore tree near the dancing ground. The other princes and princesses were conversing gaily, waiting for the music to begin.
+""Goodbye Karl and Merry,"" Larch said sadly. ""Will you come visit us again?""
+""Yes please do,"" Aqua added. ""You are always welcome in our homes.""
+Karl gathered them up in his arms, kissing each one in turn. ""We will return whenever we can. You are as close to us as the rustling tree or the babbling brook.""
+""Return to me soon, my mighty lover,"" Aqua murmured to Karl. ""You are truly my equal in passion.""
+""It may be sooner than you think,"" Karl replied, ""You will always hold a special place in my heart.""
+Merry hugged Aqua, then Larch, who whispered in her ear ""If it's just the two of us who meet, I will not mind.""
+""Nor I dear Larch,"" Merry replied, a tear rolling down her cheek.
+""Karl. Merry. Make haste, the dance is commencing,"" shouted the others as the music began.
+""They cannot see us,"" Aqua said. ""We must go. Good fortune to you both.""
+""Return to us soon,"" Larch added. ""And if you ever need us, we are never far away.""
+They stepped back into the tree and the door disappeared, leaving rough bark behind.
+""Karl,"" Merry said wonderingly. ""Was that real or did we...?""
+""Dream it?"" He finished. ""I do not know. Somehow, I think not. Come my love, the others are already forming quadrilles.""
+Hand in hand, they walked to the dancing ground. The sounds of leaves rustling and water flowing soothing in their ears.
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+51,Enchanted Twelve,glynndah,Chain Stories,2007-12-20,2008-04-15,2022-01-08 03:47:50,3,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/enchanted-twelve-quinn-ch-01,1. Quinn's night in the Enchanted Castle. 2. Quinn's second night in the castle. 3. Quinn's last night in the castle ... or is it?,['Fairy Tale'],4.56,"""Anne Aurora Westingfield! Are you naked?""
+Her oldest sister's voice interrupted her day dreaming.
+""Don't call me that!""
+Danielle sighed and said ""Quinn. Are you naked?""
+Quinn tucked her bare, albeit covered by a half-healed bruise on her shin and a scraped knee, but nonetheless naked, back under the cloak she was wearing.
+""No, of course not. See?"" Quinn pulled aside the edge of the patched cloak. Her sister leaned around the boatman's body and saw the bottom of the garment just above Quinn's knee.
+""You might as well be naked, Quinn! What happened to the dress you were supposed to put on?""
+""I was reading and I lost track of time. You said we had to go right then and I just grabbed my cloak and my satchel and ran down the steps to meet you,"" Quinn answered.
+""And what's in that satchel that was more important than your dress?""
+Quinn rummaged around in the worn leather bag at her feet. ""A book I found on the top shelf of the library, a couple of candles and ..."" Her voice trailed off as she bent down to the bag again. "" Apples,"" she said with a smile, holding one up in the moonlight.
+Danielle shook her head and turned her attention back to the mouth of the man guiding the boat down the gently flowing river. Quinn trailed her fingers in the water, watching the moon reflected in the dark water ahead. The boat seemed to be sailing to the moon. She smiled at the thought.
+The boat floated to the dock and bumped gently against the wooden planks. The boatman helped the sisters step onto the boardwalk leading up to the castle. A uniformed guard bowed to the princesses as he opened the door. The princesses walked through the halls of the castle.
+Quinn blinked in the bright light of thousands of candles reflected in the many mirrors hung on the walls of the ballroom. The first few nights she'd sat in the corner of the vast room, watching her sisters dance all night. No one ever asked her to dance, or paid much attention to her at all. Last night she'd left the ballroom and began to explore the castle.
+It was quite an interesting place. She'd found a staircase leading up to the gallery where she'd spent a good portion of the night watching her sisters pair off with their princes. Quinn had listened to the sighs and rustling of clothing as the couples drifted off the dance floor and into the rooms adjoining it.
+Quinn climbed the steps to the upper floor and opened a door she hadn't noticed before. Another set of stairs, much narrower and darker than the ones she'd just left, awaited her. She took a candle from her bag and lit it with one of the candles on a nearby table.
+She began climbing the steps, stopping once to brush cobwebs from her face. The stairs circled up and up for what seemed to Quinn to be miles. At last she reached the top where a small door was slightly open. Quinn went through the small door, short enough that she bumped her head as she passed through.
+She found herself on one of the turrets of the castle. She peeped over the parapet. Wispy mists of pale grey fog surrounded the castle. Quinn looked up. A silvery crescent moon floated in the sea of twinkling stars. Her candle guttered and went out in the cool breeze.
+""Rats!"" Quinn turned to go back down the steps to relight her candle.
+""Ooof! Quinn! Watch where you're going! You almost pushed me over the wall!""
+""Jerome!"" Quinn cried. She would have recognized his voice anywhere. Jerome was one of the stewards of her father's castle. ""What are you doing here?""
+""I could ask you the same thing,"" Jerome replied. ""I spent all day riding from your father's most distant property. I put my horse away, turned around and bumped into you. Where are we?""
+""I'm not exactly sure. A castle someplace. Danielle wakes us up and we all come here. The other sisters dance and well, um, do other things. I just watched them the first night and now I...""
+""The first night? Quinn, how long have you been coming here?"" Jerome's tone was a mixture of surprise and horror.
+""It's been days. Since you left, I think,"" Quinn replied. She shivered in the cool night air and wrapped her cloak more securely.
+""You're cold. Let's go down where it's warmer. We can see if we can get this whole thing straightened out later."" Jerome took her hand and led her over to the door she'd entered. He tugged on the handle, but nothing happened.
+""Quinn, the door is locked. Where's the key?""
+""Key? I don't have a key. It was open when I came up here.""
+Jerome pushed and pulled on the handle, pounded on the door and yelled to no avail. The door remained shut and no one came up the stairs to rescue them.
+""It appears we are to remain here until someone notices you didn't return to the ballroom.""
+""Oh. That could be a very long time. No one knows I'm up here.""
+""Surely someone will miss you, Quinn.""
+""No, I don't think so. They were all very... um... b-b-busy when I left."" Quinn's teeth began to chatter.
+""We'll worry about that later. Right now, we need to get you warm."" Jerome picked up the bundle from his feet and pulled out a tattered blanket. ""It's not much, but it should help. Come here.""
+Jerome draped the blanket over Quinn's shoulders. ""Warmer?""
+""Oh, yes. But what about you? Aren't you cold, too?""
+""A little, but I'll be fine.""
+""Here,"" Quinn said, opening up the blanket and tugging Jerome close to her. ""We can share.""
+""No, Quinn. That wouldn't be proper. You're a princess of the realm and I am but a poor steward, and a foundling at that.""
+""Jerome, you are so much more than that. You are my best friend. And you shouldn't be cold when there's a perfectly good blanket we can share. Look around you. We're all alone. Who's going to know if my behavior is proper or not? Besides, I'm sure they're all used to my behavior by now. I have a very hard time being a proper princess. Most of the time I don't even try anymore.""
+""But still ..."" Jerome protested.
+""No,"" Quinn interrupted. ""Please share the blanket. We'll both be much warmer, you know.""
+Quinn opened the blanket and Jerome stepped reluctantly into its warmth, adjusting the folds to envelope them both.
+""Isn't this better?"" Quinn murmured.
+""Yes,"" Jerome replied. ""Now, tell me more about this place.""
+""I don't know much more than I've already said. Danielle wakes me in the middle of the night. I change into my best dress and dancing slippers. Well, not tonight, but all the other nights...""
+""Surely you have something on under that cloak."" Jerome's voice sounded vaguely shocked.
+""Of course, I have something on. Why do people keep asking me that?"" Quinn grumbled.
+""I suppose even you wouldn't leave the castle without wearing a dress."" Jerome chuckled at the thought.
+""Um. I didn't say anything about a dress. I am wearing clothes, just not a dress."" Quinn admitted.
+""Quinn,"" Jerome said with a sigh. ""Perhaps we had better change the subject. There are some things that a man does not need to know about a princess, especially in the situation we find ourselves.""
+""Oh."" A small voice answered. ""I will tell you if it is important to you.""
+""No,"" Jerome said firmly. ""Tell me about what else happens.""
+""Everyone dances. Well, everyone but me...""
+""Why don't you dance?""
+""Everyone has a prince there. Everyone but me. So I just sat and watched."" Quinn answered.
+""No one asked you to dance?""
+""No,"" Quinn answered, ""and besides, I can't dance."" Her voice trailed off into a soft, barely audible mumble.
+""What? Of course you can dance. All of your sisters can dance. They all learned years ago."" Jerome answered.
+""Yes,"" Quinn said. ""They all learned. I didn't.""
+""Why ever not?"" Jerome asked in astonishment.
+""I was always too busy learning other things.""
+""What other things? I should think dancing would be a very important skill for a princess to have.""
+""Now, perhaps, but when my sisters were learning, I was more interested in other things.""
+""Such as..."" Jerome prompted.
+""Oh, just things.""
+""Quinn. What things? You can tell me.""
+Quinn shrugged her shoulders but said nothing.
+""Please. I really want to know.""
+""If you must know, I was learning to climb trees and shoot arrows and ride a horse and sword play.""
+""Quinn, those are all things I taught you. Why didn't you say something? We could have postponed those things. They were just for amusement. They could have waited.""
+""Oh, no! They were very important to me. I liked doing those things. I may not know how to dance, but I am very good at all those other things.""
+""Except for the swordplay,"" Jerome chuckled. ""I should know. I have the scar to prove it, too.""
+Quinn turned inside the sheltering warmth of the blanket, and his arms, to face Jerome. ""That really wasn't my fault, you know.""
+""Quinn, you almost cut my head off with your father's sword,"" he chuckled. This was an old argument, one they'd replayed many times.
+""I was trying to dub thee a knight of the realm. I didn't realize the sword was so sharp. Does it still hurt?"" she asked softly, lightly tracing her fingers over the faded red line.
+""No, Quinn. It doesn't hurt. While you were sewing it up, then, yes, it did hurt."" Jerome smiled down at her.
+""Both of us were crying by the time I'd finished that last stitch, but I couldn't let Papa know. I was never, ever supposed to touch his swords.""
+""A very wise man, your father.""
+""With a little more practice, I could have done it."" Quinn said.
+""Quinn, the sword was taller than you were. And speaking of practice, Princess, you really should know how to dance. I could teach you to dance. Your place is down there with your sisters, finding your prince.""
+ _Something seems to think my place is here with you, she thought to herself._ To Jerome she simply said, ""Ah, but we need music.""
+""Ah,"" Jerome mocked, ""but listen."" Strains of a lilting melody could be heard drifting around the tower parapets.
+""Oh, where did the music come from?"" Quinn asked.
+""I'm not sure. Perhaps the wind shifted and we can hear the musicians playing in the ballroom.""
+""Or perhaps it's magic,"" whispered Quinn.
+""I don't normally believe in magic,"" Jerome replied, tugging the blanket from Quinn's shoulders and taking her hand, ""but tonight seems the perfect time for magic.""
+""So, Princess. Let's teach you to dance. That hand goes on my shoulder and I'll put my hand here."" Jerome guided her hand into the proper position. ""And this one,"" gently squeezed the hand he'd been holding, ""is perfect right where it is."" _More than you'll ever know, princess, he thought to himself._
+Quinn looked up at Jerome and smiled. ""This part I can do. It's all the rest that I don't have a clue about.""
+""There isn't any 'rest', Quinn. It's simply you and me, enjoying the music. Just relax and move where I guide you.""
+""Like this?"" Quinn asked anxiously. ""I don't think I'm doing it right.""
+""You are doing fine. Just relax a little."" They danced. Quinn moved awkwardly at first and then more gracefully as she learned the steps. As the music changed, she stumbled, stepping onto Jerome's foot.
+""Ow, Quinn! That hurt.""
+""I'm so sorry. I told you I was no good at this. And these boots make it even harder.""
+Jerome looked down at Quinn's feet, shod in worn boots, probably originally belonging to a page from the castle. ""What happened to those delicate dancing slippers princesses are supposed to wear to the ball?""
+""Mine wore out that first night. Oh, not from dancing. From climbing stone stairs and that apple tree right outside my window.""
+""Apple tree? No, please don't tell me. I'm certainly better off not knowing any more."" He took a closer look at Quinn's feet. ""Hey! Are those my old boots?""
+Quinn blushed, her pink cheeks rosy even in the moonlight. ""They were too big for the page you gave them to, and they fit me perfectly so I kept them.""
+""Quinn. Quinn. Quinn. What am I going to do with you?"" Jerome asked, shaking his head while smiling all the while.
+ _You could kiss me, Quinn thought and then immediately stopped, surprised at even the idea of wanting a kiss from Jerome._
+""Why'd you stop, Quinn? You were doing so well.""
+""I think maybe I'm getting dizzy from all the dancing. It is much harder than it looks. Maybe we can take a little rest."" Quinn dropped her hand from Jerome's shoulder but didn't let go of the hand she'd been holding.
+""Of course. I didn't realize..."" Jerome led them back to a sheltered corner of the tower, stopping to pick up the blanket, but keeping his hold on Quinn's hand. ""Here. It's out of the wind. You can sit on the blanket. You should be nice and warm."" He helped Quinn settle on the blanket, her back against the curved stone walls of the turret, folding her cloak over her bare legs. He started to stand then, but Quinn tugged his hand.
+""Aren't you going to sit down with me?"" she asked, patting the wool with her free hand. ""There's plenty of room.""
+""No, Princess. It wouldn't be proper.""
+""Proper? Nothing about these evenings has been 'proper'. You're my friend, Jerome, and I'd really like for you to sit with me.""
+""Very well, Quinn. But just for tonight. We cannot do this once you return to your father's castle."" Jerome sat stiffly on the edge of the blanket as far away from Quinn as he could manage.
+""You could sit a bit closer.""
+""No, Quinn,"" Jerome said softly, ""I don't think I can.""
+""Oh,"" said Quinn. ""Well, then,"" she continued, ""I've got some ..."" Quinn began as she leaned across Jerome to tug at the handle of her worn leather satchel. Her legs became entangled in the folds of her cloak and she tumbled into Jerome's lap.
+""Quinn,"" Jerome said ever so slowly and quietly. ""What are you doing?"" His eyes were drawn to the sight of Quinn's legs, bared past her knees and just inches from his hand. The hand he raised and then stilled, a hair's breadth from actually touching her skin.
+Quinn's voice was barely audible as she replied. ""I had some apples in my satchel. I wanted to share them with you.""
+""Ah. The same ones you climbed the tree for, I suppose. Here,"" he said, tugging the arm holding the satchel away from him and back to her place beside him on the blanket. ""Better?""
+""Yes, thank you,"" she replied, moving a little closer to him and pulling two apples from the satchel. ""One for you and one for me,"" she said. Quinn handed the larger of the two apples to Jerome and kept the smaller one for herself. ""Oh,"" she said, holding her apple to the moonlight and then tossing it aside. ""There are worms all over mine. Oh, well. I wasn't really hungry."" The grumbling from her stomach showed this for the lie it was.
+""Not hungry, Quinn? I could have heard your stomach demanding that apple from across the castle. Here. Take mine."" He handed his apple to Quinn.
+""We could share."" Quinn suggested.
+""But I have no knife to slice it with,"" Jerome said.
+""Jerome, we're friends. We can take turns taking a bite."" She took a small bite of the apple and handed it to Jerome.
+Jerome took the apple, his mouth watering, not from the scent of the ripe, red apple, but from the sight of her lips, glistening with apple juice in the moonlight. Jerome sighed to himself and carefully turned the apple away from the place her mouth had touched and bit into the fruit. He put the apple back into Quinn's outstretched fingers.
+Quinn, who had watched Jerome shyly as he bit, turned the apple until the place where he had bitten into the apple, was clearly visible and put her mouth right there, imagining for just a moment that she could feel the imprint of his mouth on hers.
+Jerome watched as Quinn licked the last drops of sweet apple juice from her fingertips. He lingered on the sight for much longer than he should have, mesmerized by the sight of her tongue sliding from between her teeth. He reluctantly pulled his gaze from her fingers. He cleared his throat, his mouth suddenly dry.
+""Another dance, Princess?"" he asked.
+Quinn listened for a moment. ""I don't hear any music. I'm rather tired, too. Perhaps we should sit this one out."" Quinn yawned, her head drooping onto Jerome's shoulder.
+""Sorry,"" Quinn said, sitting back up. ""I'm just so sleepy all of a sudden.""
+""It is fine, Quinn. Please."" Jerome patted his shoulder. ""We're both tired and I have a feeling we're going to be here until morning."" Jerome surveyed the night sky. ""That's a few hours from now. We might as well both sleep until then.""
+Quinn put her head back on his shoulder and sighed. ""This is so nice."" _I want to stay here forever, she thought._ She yawned once again and closed her eyes.
+The night was still and quiet around them. She snuggled closer to him. Her cloak slid from her bare legs and Jerome smiled when he recognized her attire as one of his tunics. The one the washer woman swore he'd lost. He straightened her cloak and gathered the blanket more securely around them. He brushed the hair from Quinn's cheek, rested his head against the smooth stones of the wall and closed his eyes.
+Quinn did not sleep, but listened to the sound of his breathing, his heartbeat. Her breathing, her heartbeat gradually changed until they matched his. She felt his lips, very soft and tentative, brushing her cheek. Quinn turned her face to his, anticipating his kiss at long last.
+""Wake up, sleepyhead. It's almost dawn. I think we should try that door again."" Jerome's voice broke the silence. _No, not silence, Quinn thought._ She could hear the song of early morning birds far off in the distance.
+""Jerome,"" Quinn said, stretching and yawning. ""I was having the most wonderful dream.""
+""Sh! Later, Quinn. I think I heard the door opening. We need to get moving before it closes again.""
+Jerome stood and helped Quinn to her feet. They folded the blanket and tucked it into Quinn's satchel. Jerome took the leather bag from her.
+""I can carry it, you know,"" she protested.
+""Yes, I know. But you don't have to,"" he replied.
+They walked over to the door which was now standing open. Quinn and Jerome made their way carefully and quietly down the stairs and through the ballroom, not wanting to break the silence of the castle. They encountered several of her sisters coming out of various rooms adjoining the ballroom.
+The sisters talked to their escorts in low tones as they made their way down to the pier. Quinn could hear the murmur of voices, but couldn't hear what was being said. She found Danielle waiting in her boat along with the boatman. Jerome handed the satchel to him and helped Quinn step into the boat. When Quinn was seated, the boatman poled the boat away from the dock.
+""Wait for Jerome!"" Quinn cried, rising from her seat on the slowly moving boat. Danielle grabbed her hand and pulled her back down.
+""It is fine, Princess. I'll make my way back to your father's castle."" Jerome smiled at Quinn. ""Oh, and Princess..."" he called.
+""Yes, Jerome?"" Quinn asked.
+""It was wonderful, Quinn, but it wasn't a dream.""
+
+"
+52,Enchanted Twelve,deathlynx,Chain Stories,2007-12-14,2008-04-21,2022-01-08 03:47:53,3,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/enchanted-twelve-the-twins-ch-01,1. The twins return to their pair of princes. 2. Prince Beryl finally makes his move. 3. The conflict with Prince Jerov comes to a head.,"['Bdsm', 'Fantasy Setting', 'Female Submissive', 'Forced Blowjob', 'Male Dominant']",4.38,"_This is part of a chain. Although these three chapters can be read on their own, if you like them I highly recommend you check out the other authors and their princesses._
+*
+Of all of the princesses, it is likely that Angora's plans have been most effective when it comes to the eldest twins, Mandy and Millay. Their sisters know of their dreams, and the handsome princes, Jerov and Beryl, they have met in the enchanted lands. But there is much they have not revealed, even to those they trust the most.
+If they were the first to suspect in their 'waking moments' that the dreams were more than just that, they never spoke of it openly. Instead, they kept such thoughts to themselves. Sometimes literally. While most twins seem to have some level of a mental and emotional connection, with Mandy and Millay it goes much deeper. With a share of their mother's birthright, the two have always been able to literally share each others thoughts. Provided, of course, that the other is willing at the time.
+Through the years the two have plotted much mischief. Because they were identical, it was a simple matter for them to switch places and cause trouble. Yet when confronted their alibis meshed so completely, through use of shared thoughts and memories, that none could ever pin the blame on one or the other. Punishments were generally shared as a result. Unfortunately, this meant punishing the innocent, which always resulted in lighter terms on them both. In all, they probably received an average amount of punishment through the years commensurate with their crimes.
+Mandy and Millay were no longer strictly speaking identical. Once they began to notice boys, they decided it would save on heartbreak and confusion if there was a way for those around them to be able to identify them. In the end Mandy chose to dye her hair the purest blond, while Millay darkened hers to a rich chocolate.
+It is thus, blond and brunette, a decade later that the two curvaceous women stepped from the boats. With a smile to their sisters they quickly made their way towards the enchanted woods. But their moods were not as carefree as their visage expressed. As the boats crossed the water the full memory of their 'dreams', nights spent in the enchanted lands over the past few weeks, returned to them.
+The moment they passed from sight, lost amongst the trees, both women hiked up their hoopskirts and began to run. Nightly, they ran as fast as they could to the west. Their princes would eventually meet the two somewhere along the route. They were keenly aware that they could run for only half of the night at most, for at that point they would need to turn around and run even faster in order to reach the boats before dawn.
+If they did not run, they might miss the evening with their princes. That had happened once. It was an event they wished they couldn't remember. Exhausted from too many nights running, the twins decided to walk that night in the hopes that the princes were close by. It had been a lovely, if uneventful stroll.
+Unfortunately, it was the next night that had terrified the two. Prince Jerov was a sorcerer of some skill. As the intellectual of the pair he was also the obvious leader. He had been so furious that the twins had missed their appointment, due to lack of effort, that he used his magic to bind Millay naked to a tree six feet in the air. Worse still, he had beaten Mandy savagely. He took special care to assure that it was in the most private of areas so that no ill marks would be visible. It would be a reminder to them both.
+The hours passed, yet they ran still. They began to stumble from fatigue, despite the lack of undergrowth. They could not keep the pace they set for themselves but they pressed onward, afraid of the consequences should they fail to appear. Their combined thoughts, shared memories of the helplessness of that night spurred them forward despite their weakness.
+Finally, ahead lay a light. They knew without seeing that it was the campfire they sought. The princes would stop for the night along the twins path and await them. They slowed to a walk. While prince Jerov had been infuriated that they had missed that evening, he never flinched when they arrived at a walk. So long as they arrived, he cared not their condition. And while the last dozen feet was not nearly enough for the twins to regain their endurance, much less their composure, it allowed their breath to settle slightly. They broke through the trees into the clearing with all of the dignity they could muster.
+Even with their fear, and even after two weeks with the men, the sight of the two princes still brought a gasp of desire to the twins. Beryl was nearly six and a half feet tall with kind blue eyes and light brown hair that flowed halfway down his back. His shoulders were broad and muscular. The solid frame went all the way down, and collective thoughts could not help but wonder how well proportioned he was. What treasure was in store for Millay when Prince Beryl finally chose to woo her fully?
+Prince Jerov was only a little taller than the twins; perhaps five foot eleven. Although not as broad, proportionately, as his cowed friend he was very powerfully built. The smooth lines of his muscles stretched beneath his flawless skin. His green eyes flowed freely over the two women, hid nothing of his desire to know them both. They were certain that only respect for his friend had kept his hands from Millay.
+All around the campfire were spread furnishings that would look more appropriate in a well appointed sitting room. Prince Jerov was an accomplished sorcerer and found some method of transporting the setting wherever he went. Of course, it was possible that Prince Beryl moved it into the final positions but the women suspected, by the seemingly random placement that little thought went into the exact arrangement.
+Beryl sat on a solid oak love seat that would normally hold two comfortably. Blood rushed through Millay as she thought about how his massive body would press tightly against her when she went to join him. Comfortable, down-filled, chairs sat haphazardly next to side tables. There were even silver platters of finger foods and deserts arrayed for them. The twins' journey might be difficult each night, and Jerov could be cruel, but they were obviously beloved and treasured.
+Jerov leaned back, settled into a fine chair, as he waited for them to close the distance. As if to emphasize his thoughts, his intentions, his knees slowly spread, wider the nearer the women were. Millay grew uncomfortable and finally shut herself away from her sister's thoughts. It wasn't that she had issues sharing intimate sensations with her sister. They had intentionally linked numerous times while one, or both, of the two was with a lover. It was the particular flavor of those thoughts that had begun to form since they met this pair that bothered her. It was the first time their thoughts had diverged.
+Mandy's eyes were locked between her prince's legs and heat began to grow in the core between her own. Jerov was not the largest, or even most skilled lover she had experienced. He always ensured she finished, however. More than that, most of the time it was so exceptional she could barely remember her own name afterwards.
+""You made good time tonight."" Jerov's soft baritone voice glided over the women. Mandy's knees nearly buckled from the sound alone, and even Millay felt her loins quiver at the sound. Whatever other questions she had about her sister's desires, she understood exactly how she had fallen for the man.
+Mandy, her legs locked to keep from collapse, pulled her gaze up to meet her prince's gaze. Unfortunately, his attention was on her firm breasts. Her heart fluttered and her nipples hardened as if his gifted, mage-trained, fingers caressed her body rather than just his eyes. As his gaze slowly slid down her body she gasped. Her depths clenched in anticipation and released, over and over. The strange, revealing undergarments he had gifted her with moistened quickly until drenched fabric clung tight between her legs.
+Beryl smiled gently at Millay. Her own body responded much as her sister's had to the smaller prince. The warmth, the genuine interest and compassion, of that smile flashed from his eyes to hers. She shivered as the sensation seemed to coat the inside of her body and pool between her legs. It was a tense longing, unlike her sister's. He hadn't touched her except to hold her and kiss her. Her need had grown into an almost literal pain as she waited for him to make his move.
+Jerov patted one knee. Mandy knew it wasn't an invitation to sit on his lap and knelt between his legs. It had been an invitation to rest herself however and her head leaned over to press against his thigh. Her body fluttered when she noticed the slight quiver on his cod-piece in reaction to the touch. For the solid item to shift, he must have hardened considerably already.
+""We've enough time tonight, it seems, that I should be able to instruct you some. After we spend some _quality_ time together, of course."" Both women shivered with desire as his voice once more glided across their bodies. Mandy's head slid forward slightly as she instinctively reacted to his charisma. The cod-piece pulsed once more, and this time it remained lifted slightly from the cloth of his breaches.
+Millay had begun to slide onto the love-seat next to Beryl, but ended up melting into his thick, strong arms as the voice, combined with her prince's touch, dissolved the last of her strength. Instead of sitting next to him, she found herself on his lap. The stunning warmth of his muscled body seemed to enfold her and reminded her of both protection and possession. She knew within that embrace was also unconditional faith and trust in her as well.
+They both knew what 'quality time' was a euphemism for. It wove a thread of nervous anxiousness through them both. But the promise of learning to use magic like Jerov could was so tempting that their moods brightened regardless. They did not realize that they had inherited their mother's potential, and so thought nothing of the trinkets of wisdom and skill that he saw fit to dole out rather than their full capabilities.
+Unexpectedly, Jerov's hand flashed out and coiled roughly in Mandy's platinum hair. Her squeak of surprise, and slight pain as his tightened grip pulled at her roots, was smothered before complete. He pulled her head forward and pressed her mouth against his loins, below the slightly raised cod-piece. Her eyes were wide, and she could see the slightest hint of his manhood as it poked through a specifically designed hole in his pants. The boiled leather groin armor was the only thing that covered him.
+Jerov groaned in pleasure. Even through the soft satin of his pants, the touch of her supple lips on his balls was an exciting promise he would ensure she followed through on. More than that, however, was the excitement and euphoria of the power that he held within his hand. These princesses held great magic within them and if he could control them, as he did the physically powerful Beryl, he could be one of the greatest kings of all time.
+Millay's eyes squeezed shut as she pressed her cheek against Beryl's chest. She had never been able to figure out how it could be so hard, so solid, while still be incredibly soft and comfortable. The chords of muscles that rippled beneath her face looked as if they should feel like steel. But his heart beat just beneath the surface. That sound and the arm that instinctively came up to wrap about her ear, hold her and protect her, kept out the sounds of her sister and her consort just as her own will kept free of the thoughts.
+The rough grip shifted and Mandy's neck tilted back instinctively to avoid the pain. Her nose caught the edge of the cod-piece and lifted it, even as he pulled her closer. Her face pressed against the throbbing, solid, length and Jerov groaned louder. Mandy's lips opened slightly and plucked at the sensitive spot where the rock-hard form met the soft skin beneath. Jerov threw his head back and sighed.
+Mandy shifted her weight and lifted the offending armor to rest against her prince's tight stomach. His impressive width stood firm in the center of the hole in his pants, but she knew she could view more. Deft fingers slid the hole wider in order to work his testicles free. She knew he enjoyed it when she paid attention to everything, and she hoped it would not only calm him but possibly inspire him to teach greater works than he had been.
+Gently, her teeth caught the silken skin. Mandy was rewarded as a shudder ran through her lover's body. With first her tongue, then lips, she slowly began to caress the loose skin. The solid form that stood before her eyes expanded slightly and veins began to thrust at the surface, unable to increase his size any further.
+Mandy let her eyes close as the pressure released slightly from the hand tangled within her hair and Jerov's other hand began to massage her shoulder. Her body began to relax into the soothing touch, and her soft attentions took on a more heated need as she moved her mouth to suck at the flesh of the base of his shaft. It pulsed in anticipation and his caress slid down her arm to her elbow and sent a jolt of electric delight to her chest.
+The hand tightened suddenly, pulling at her hair even harder. Mandy began to scream in pain, but quickly shut her mouth as he yanked her head up to the tip of his manhood. He wanted her pain. She knew what he had intended, and although she had been willing only moments before she would not let him control her in this way.
+Jerov expected her resistance. He even knew that she had been working closer and closer to using her mouth. The woman was truly skilled, but this night he didn't want the soft caress of her tongue and lips. He wanted to stretch her mouth and pierce the back of her throat. He wanted to feel her jaw pressed against the base as she struggled with instinct; fought the urge to bite.
+Mandy knew she was safe, for the moment, even if it would upset Jerov more. He could plug her nose to force open her lips, but not her teeth. He would need to inflict more pain than simply pulling her hair in order to force a scream. And she knew he would not leave marks where they could be seen. He had a sense of propriety and dignity that prevented such actions.
+Her eyes widened in fright. Mandy had only a moment to realize her mistake as well manicured fingers closed around her exposed breast. His gentle massage had been a ploy to keep her from noticing as he cleverly slid her dress down her arm to free her breast. Now, his fingers clenched and twisted hard. Her nipple, caught at the base of two fingers, burned while the rest of her breast was in even more agony.
+The moment Mandy's mouth opened to scream, Jerov thrust her head forward with her hair entangled hand. Her jaw ached as she opened it wide to avoid dragging her teeth along the sensitive skin. The scream faltered in her chest as his tip pressed against the soft back of her throat and she began to choke.
+The muted sound vibrated into the core of Jerov's loins. He let out an inarticulate scream of pleasure as the sensation drove him to the very edge of climax. Her throat spasmed around him. Her jaw pressed against his body. The pressure was too much for him, but he needed just a bit more to push him over the edge. The hand around her breast curled into a claw and twisted further, even as he dug manicured nails into her supple flesh.
+Liquid fire burned up his length as her scream redoubled. His muscles spasmed with ecstasy and pulled her head farther onto him. His hips bucked forward to complete the vice. Seed ricocheted straight into her throat and began to pour down the wrong tube, opened by her vocal pain.
+Beryl cooed soft words to Millay as she huddled within his embrace. She counted her blessings and thanked any god she could think of that the cruel prince would not touch her for fear of the big man who had fallen in love with her. She couldn't leave her sister to this fate, but she could do nothing about it either.
+Mandy fell back, released from Jerov's sadistic grasp. On hands and knees she began to retch and cough alternately. The cloying liquid stuck within her and refused to come out. Her body shook as it tried desperately to get air past the thick fluid.
+Jerov began to harden at the sight of _his_ princess on her hands and knees and helpless. With practiced ease, he tossed the cod-piece aside. He threw himself from the chair to land on his knees behind her. The first indication that he was even there, for Mandy, was the hem of her dress as it landed across her shoulders. She was too weak from lack of air to struggle.
+He sat back on his heels and simply appreciated the view. The underwear he had gifted the twins looked exquisite. In the front it followed the contours of the delicious V of their legs until it ran over their hips and dropped suddenly to cup and hold the tight, round, butt. The white, paper thin, cotton offered little actual protection or warmth, but it covered for modesty's sake. Like the girls, it presented the image of propriety while suggesting so much more. Soaked, as the pair was, with her desire it clung to every curve and mound and had turned nearly transparent. Jerov hardened fully. It was like looking through lightly smoked glass at her lust.
+Beryl knew what his companion had planned and shifted on the love-seat to impose his body between it and his troubled love. He knew how much it bothered her to see her twin abused. It was the main reason he had chosen to move so slowly with her. They kissed and fondled easily, but the only time either had even pleasured the other was the once when they'd been able to sneak away privately. And during that encounter he had sensed her worry for Mandy.
+Jerov leaned forward. A single finger traced the outlined and visible features displayed beneath the thin cotton. Mandy's shiver and whimper were equally mixed with desire and fear. Her muscles clenched slightly in a failed attempt to grip his finger as it passed over. The slightest bit of her cream seeped through the saturated material as her depths wept.
+Mandy gasped as he pulled the slight protection aside. He pulled on the top of the panties slightly and the bunched fabric dug into the tender juncture of hip and leg painfully. She coughed fully, finally able to breath slightly, although she could still feel his seed coating her throat. She tried to push herself more upright, but heavy hands caught her shoulders and pushed her face to the ground.
+In one motion, Jerov found her depths and buried himself. Mandy cried out as pain and pleasure exploded from her traitorous loins. He was too big for the position and he knew it. This deep, at this angle, he pressed painfully into her. Even at his most gentle, his sheer width threatened to rip her open and added a slight pain. Now, her carelessness provided him with the optimum position for his dark fantasies.
+Mandy was embarrassed as she heard the scream escape. There was too much pleasure, and so little pain to be heard from her disloyal voice. Her body began to twitch in wonder as he pulled back and slammed forward, drove himself even deeper. Suddenly she was trapped within an unresponsive form as she drank in every slight ache and every sharp prick.
+She lost track of time as her body rode its own twisted needs. Her eyes sealed shut against the tears that leaked freely. She tried to drown out the sound of her own exultant screams.
+Slowly, Mandy began to recognize the world once more. Jerov was no longer inside of her, but somehow it felt as if she was even more full than when the throbbing length thrust in. Too slowly, she felt herself leaking, and the sensation begin to equalize. She had collapsed to her side when that solid length had been removed; her only support.  
+Now, she looked weakly over to see Jerov slumped back against the chair, his arms spread high to drape over the sides. His expression was calm; sated. It was these eyes that looked lovingly at her. With the cruelty purged from his system, burnt away by the fire of his passion, she knew he would be a gentle and compassionate teacher.
+Jerov looked down at the limp member between his legs almost in confusion. Mandy crawled over to him. She knew how sore she was going to be come morning, and the sensation would only be worse for still needing to run back before the end of the night. As she collapsed between his splayed legs and lay her head on his thigh, she realized she might feel it for longer than just the morning. There were traces of blood, most likely hers, mixed with the combined cream of their lusts.
+Slowly, lovingly, Mandy began to lick and suck him clean. He didn't react to the attention with lust, but rather seemed to sink deeper into ground on which he sat. His body now draped bonelessly against the front of the chair. Once she was satisfied he was clean, slightly reenergized by the way the salty, sweet and coppery tastes blended together, she replaced the cod-piece.
+~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
+Mandy and Millay leaned heavily against the trees. They needed to catch their collective breaths before they presented themselves back before the boats. It was one thing to arrive flush and vaguely short on breath, but they had run for hours to make it back on time.
+Mandy found it even harder to run now, and Millay needed to support her much more heavily than usual. Even seeing her twin try to walk comfortably, she had known it would be a problem and pleaded with Beryl to let them ride back on the princes' horses. Unfortunately, Jerov refused. Jerov always refused.
+It had been a productive night in general, however. The prince had taught them a new spell. It was a slight illusion, that even their meager abilities would be able to handle. Or at least that was what he had claimed. Both women had quickly learned the spell, and with an ease that seemed to amaze Jerov.
+It was also a spell that would make their lives easier, should they remember it when they woke. It could smoothly replace makeup and alter their complexions slightly. They could tone down the occasional burst of freckles that plagued their fair skin, or even hide a harsh sunburn. Most importantly, they could cover the bruises and scrapes that the two, but especially Mandy, now seemed prone to.
+Now, weaker still, they held themselves high as they made their way through the last few trees. They moved with slow dignity and enigmatic smiles, but the purpose was more to hide the pain and embarrassment. Once the deed had been done, Millay had opened her mind wide to her sister in support. It was only the sensations during the act that she could not stomach. Their bond ever as strong, ever as sure, and the only thing that held the two weary women aloft.
+ _Copyright December, 2007 by Deathlynx_
+
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+53,Enchanted Twelve,Remec,Chain Stories,2007-12-27,2008-03-04,2022-01-08 03:47:58,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/enchanted-twelve-triplets-ch-01,1. The triplet princesses sail off into the night. 2. The mystery and magic begins to unravel around the triplets.,['Triplets'],4.11,"""No, no, no....you, we must not..."" Robin awoke abruptly as the sounds of murmured protests wafted down from the bed above her own. Hazel was having the dreams again, it seemed. She bit her lip and wondered whether she should get Violet or if it was time that the three of them took the matter to Danielle.
+ _She is the oldest of us, after all._ , she thought. But Hazel's sleepy protests rankled her to no end. No, Danielle was first-born of the Twelve, but she was first among the Three. She tried to understand what Hazel might be envisioning, but it was naught but steam on a mirror. And Violet never seemed to recall even that much of whatever they were going through.
+Besides their best frocks and pair after pair of Andrew's well crafted shoes, that is.
+Gingerly, she rolled from beneath her covers and slipped up the ladder to Hazel's bed. They had tried to keep to separate rooms at various times while growing up, but somehow the best arrangement had been a large antechamber with three distinct seating areas to reflect the differences between her and her closest sisters, and a smaller bedchamber that still had the sleeping areas perched one on the other like the traveling compartments on a train or large ship; although Violet's stuck out from beneath the others to give her a small space for her extra stock of books, filled journals, and writing supplies. Robin giggled to herself at the memory of one of their younger sisters comparing them to pirates when they unveiled the sleeping quarters to the rest of the group.
+""Well, maybe we are,"" Robin had said, her bright blue eyes sparkling with merriment.
+""Arr, sure'n we be just the girls to be pirates too, don't ya know?"" Hazel had added, covering one green-brown pupil with a makeshift eye patch.
+Violet had shook her curls and closed her pale lavender eyes, not saying a word. Robin had worried about her lack of imagination sometimes, but only until she and Hazel had spent an entire afternoon enraptured by the writings in one of Violet's ubiquitous journals.
+Now it was Hazel she worried about, however. Hazel, and all of them, even Danielle. Robin had seen her being taken to task by Father that morning, and had marked the look she gave them when Mother questioned them about the dreams. ""Have the dreams returned?"" the Queen had asked, but Robin and the rest had deferred to Danielle's leadership and said nothing. _Truthfully, I have nothing to really tell. But Hazel..._ ""Hazel, Hazel,"" she whispered in a lingering singsong manner as she gently rocked her sister. ""What is the matter? Please tell me what you see.""
+Hazel's eyes turned to her sister and she blinked through a coating of tears. She sniffed and planted both arms about Robin in a tight embrace. ""I don't know what it was, but it seemed so...so...real. Like one of Violet's stories made flesh, but with all the naughty bits still intact.""
+""Hush, hush...it'll be okay. I think Father and Mother, especially Mother, knows it's beginning to happen again and they'll do something about it. Do you want to take what you remember to Danielle?""
+""Oh no! She's only just started looking at the three of us as more than the little brats who played tricks on her...hiding her best combs and brushes...rearranging her book shelves...she'll think us little like Cecilia.""
+""Cecilia's of age, she's hardly 'little'"", Robin reminded her sister.
+""You know what I mean,"" Hazel said. Robin nodded, for she did. It was among the reasons she'd wanted to deal with it between the three of them. She leaned over the edge of the bed to glance down to Violet and see if she was still sleeping soundly, but her bed was empty.
+""Where's Violet gotten to?"" Robin asked. She didn't really expect an answer since she knew Hazel had been dreaming, but she slipped to the ladder and slid to the floor without touching the rungs. Hazel beat her down, though, by dropping over the side and bouncing off the big chair that sat near to Violet's bed. ""Showoff,"" Robin said. Hazel shrugged and took a short bow.
+They looked about and then to one another. ""Maybe she had to relieve herself in the night,"" Hazel suggested.. ""I know that was one of the reasons we gave her the bottom-most of the beds, remember? Let's just sit here a while and wait up for her.""
+""Fair enough, but if I hear the clock strike and she's not here, we'll be going looking, agreed?""
+""Agreed.""
+Hazel and Robin settled down on Violet's bed and the chair beside of it and tried to relax. Robin realized about the time they'd both gone quiet that she'd managed to forget she'd been trying to find out what exactly Hazel had been dreaming about. _Oh well, it'll keep, I suppose. I'm sure she's as tired of having them as I am hearing her have them. Tired. Yes....so tired...._ Robin's thoughts drifted away and her head nodded over towards Violet's pillow even as Hazel slouched down in the chair and started to curl up on its seat.
+But neither girl slept.
+Instead, the door to the room opened and Violet entered quietly. She was dressed for traveling. A thick, dark mantle cloaked her otherwise brightly coloured clothing, and she had on riding boots. Without a word, Robin and Hazel arose from where they had laid themselves, slipped their sleeping garments off, and began to dress like their sibling. Bird's egg and forest floor eyes stared blankly into the mirrors as they tidied up their hair, then the three of them stepped into the hallway, took one another's hands and joined the procession of princesses heading out into the night.
+Not a one turned to look back as an unseen form slipped from another room in the hall and followed in the Twelve's footsteps. Indeed, they seemed unaware of anything but keeping together and moving forward in their proper place among the other princesses as they passed through the woods.
+All three walked in silence until the sounds of water could be heard and then the three turned to give each other a wide grin. Robin moved towards their vessel first, but Hazel beat her once again by vaulting over the side of the longboat. ""Arr, matey,"" she said, ""I do think it be the captain's privilege to board first.""
+Hazel laughed and opened her mouth to reply only to be cut off as a strong pair of hands spun her at the waist and brought her lips to a mouth set in a smooth, clean shaven--but with a thin moustache--face and kissed her hard and long. She broke off the kiss with a sputter, then giggled and threw her arms about the man's neck and kissed him back. ""Donal!"" she cried.
+Robin smiled and nodded hello to the Prince of Hardby as he welcomed her sister. Violet climbed over the edge behind her and whispered in Robin's ear. ""I'm not sure you'll be first in that kind of boarding, either, matey.""
+The eldest of the triplets turned to stare at the youngest. ""We'll see about that. Donal, where are your shipmates? Have we frightened them off?""
+""Not at all,"" Donal assured them. ""Prince Seamus is getting the longboat ready to head back out, you know how the tides can be in this place. And Prince Cathal is...well...he says he's checking on the evening's stores, but I think he's been resting."" He smiled in a rather devilish way. ""I think he was a little daunted by your, um, appetites, shall we say?""
+Robin looked to Violet and Hazel and felt the colour coming to her cheeks. ""Daunted did you say?"" Hazel began. ""By her appetites?"" She looked back to Robin and met her gaze. ""Maybe we need to give him a break, someone who might move at a slower speed..."" Her mouth moved over to Donal's right ear and she gave it just a nibble before she licked at the side of his neck. ""Would you like to meet my sister this time, Donal?"" she whispered to him, one hand sliding down his torso and around to the tented fabric of his pantaloons.
+""What did you have in mind?"" he asked. His gaze ran up and down Robin's still bundled up form before settling on her eyes. Hazel chuckled and slipped the soft material of his breeches down and brought him out by the shaft. She met Robin's look as well and raised an eyebrow. Robin shrugged off her cloak and revealed her own tunic and breeches garb, but close fitted and showing off every bit of her female form. Donal's hips moved slowly, drawing him back and pushing him forward across Hazel's palm.
+Violet rolled her eyes and made her way past both sisters towards the other end of the longboat. She motioned to someone in the water to shove off and then held out an arm to draw them aboard. A glance behind her showed that Robin had knelt down before Donal and replaced Hazel's hand with her own.
+""How long before we make the other side and the dancing?"" Violet asked Seamus as he shook what he could of the water from him.
+""Should be same as usual, 'bout an hour I'd guess. Then there'll be feasting and anything else that your Highnesses require.""
+""Hmm"" She leaned backwards and let Seamus hold her weight against his chest while she offered him a kiss. He accepted the offer and their tongues bandied about for several long breaths before Violet broke off and rose to stand fully on her feet. ""Wake Cathal, I think I may require 'something else' sooner than that.""
+She slowly began undressing while watching Robin bob her face up and down Donal's shaft. Violet watched as Hazel helped the prince rest himself against some of the crates on the boat and ease his hand between her thighs. Her older sister ran her lips all the way into his Highness' hairs and back out again. She paused and sucked on the dark knob of flesh that capped the thick shaft in her grasp.
+Donal sighed and bit his lip, doing his best to entertain Hazel while letting Robin entertain him. He hadn't figured on anything like this when he first encountered the three princesses. _If that what they are. Westingfield?_ He still was unsure where that was.
+As they sailed off towards the rendezvous, Seamus steered the boat about to the correct heading and muttered an obscure word of power over the rudder. Donal and Cathal had paid a pretty penny for the enchantment that allowed some of their boats to both propel and steer themselves through the water, but it was Seamus who always found the best times to use them. He looked over to Princess Violet disrobing and teasingly twisting the dark purple nipples on her pale, porcelain breasts as she watched Donal and her sisters.
+With a start, he shook himself from watching her and moved to get Cathal. He looked about and found the other prince snoring upon a sack of limes and gave him a kick. Cathal started to ask what was going on, but saw the naked princess and jumped to his feet.
+Together, Seamus and Cathal stepped up to either side of Princess Violet and took over on fondling her nipples while they each caressed her ass and teased her pussy. She moaned and then turned to push Seamus to the deck and mount him. She leaned forward along his torso and looked back to Cathal. ""Give it to me,"" she told him.
+""Aye aye, Captain,"" Cathal answered as he knelt behind Violet and began opening her up with fingers and tongue. She shook her head and pointed to a nearby cask of oil. Cathal nodded as poured a generous amount over both his cock and Violet's backside, using his fingers to grease her up internally as well. He pressed his hardness against her opening and began to enter her. Within moments, shy, reserved Violet was nowhere to be found...just a screaming, swearing she-devil like the ones she wrote about in her stories.
+Hazel leaned her head on Donal's shoulder as his fingers found purchase and began rocking herself on them as much, if not more so, than Donal's pumping of them in and out of her sex. Even as she was bringing herself to climax, something inside her heart was thrumming away--echoing a voice in her mind, _No, no, no....you, we must not... we're princesses, not pirates._
+
+"
+54,Enchanted Twelve: Cecilia Ch. 01,RedHairedandFriendly,Chain Stories,2008-01-02,2008-01-02,2022-01-08 03:47:40,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/enchanted-twelve-cecilia-ch-01,Her Prince makes a deal with danger.,"['Blind', 'Dancing', 'Fairy Tale', 'Fantasy', 'Magic', 'Princess']",4.28,"**Author's Note:** _This is part of an existing chain story here at Literotica. I encourage you to look up the other chapters that deal with each Princess of Westingfield and the trials they go through to find true love and lift the curse that plagues them every night. Enjoy ~ Red_
+*
+The sound of laughter, hushed voices, and tawdry whispers flittered into Cecilia's mind as she moved with grace on the dance floor. She had been worried when she'd reached the water's edge and Cassius wasn't there to greet her. Instead his servant Owen had been there. She'd known it was him before he spoke, simply because of his smell. It wasn't unpleasant, far from it. It reminded Cecilia of the pines back in her father's woods. Still she had felt uneasy as he rowed her across the water and deeper down stream. Eventually though, like always the sound of the woods calmed her.
+Owen explained that Prince Cassius had a special meeting to attend and could not greet her that night. To say she was disappointed would have been an understatement. The moment she had entered the woods of Orathland her memory had returned and she hungered for the handsome man that had claimed a piece of her soul.
+Now though time had passed and she was finally in his arms. Her curiosity at his meeting had been pushed away by the feel of his body pressed intimately against hers. She loved to dance with him. The air seemed to sizzle with excitement; her body hummed with pleasure and his fingers played it's own melody on her skin as he took her around and around the ball room floor. It was at times like these that Cecilia would feel a small wave of regret for her 'specialness' as some in Westingfield called it.
+Normally, Cecilia had no problems with the fact that she was blind. She'd had been since birth; it was normal for her and yet, when she heard her sisters and family members describe something that seemed to them to be simply breathtaking, she hungered for the ability. Lately she hungered for it even more because she wanted to see the features of the man that held her so closely in public and loved her so erotically in private.
+""Cecilia.""
+Cassius's voice pulled her from her mental struggle and she looked toward the sensual sound. ""Yes?"" she whispered; her tongue slipped out to moisten the soft petals of flesh that were slightly bruised from the hungered kiss they'd shared earlier.
+""You were not listening.""
+She felt the heat of her blush rise from her chest to spread over her face. Her head bowed and soft tendrils of raven ink fell across her cheeks. Strong fingers pushed them back and tucked them behind her delicate ears.
+""I am sorry. I was lost in my dreams.""
+Cassius smiled. Cecilia couldn't see his expression, but she felt it. That was one thing she didn't regret. . . the ability to feel. Since she was a small child, though she couldn't physically see a person's reactions to situations she could sense their moods. She knew her lover was smiling down at her and this only caused her to blush a more crimson color.
+""Dreaming again?"" he asked as his thumb swept lazily across her collar bone, ""I dream too.""
+""You do?""
+""You sound surprised.""
+""I am,"" she whispered, ""what do you dream about?""
+A soft chuckle fell across her as Cassius led her from the dance floor and out onto a balcony. Cecilia breathed deep the aroma of fragrant flowers and felt the heat of several candles burning around them. ""Careful,"" the deep warning of her lover came to her. She felt him pull her closer to him and snuggled against his side. ""There are fifteen candles surrounding you. An urn to your left full of yellow orchids, another to the far right. The balcony is approximately eight feet across and from where we entered to the edge, is another ten feet.""
+""Rather small then,"" Cecilia answered back. Her fingers curled around the lapel of her Prince's jacket. ""Would you walk me around the perimeter of it?""
+""Of course.""
+Cecilia kept one hand on her Prince, while the other reached out to touch and feel her way about the balcony. Once she was satisfied that she had locked in the obstacles that were in front of her she squeezed Cassius's and smiled. She felt him move closer to her; his finger rested on her chin and she willingly opened her mouth, allowing him the access they both craved. When the kiss was over she turned away and snuggled against his chest. Her back absorbed the heat of his frame and she shivered as her body adjusted to the temperature.
+Cassius rubbed her arms, leaned his head on the top of hers and sighed deeply. ""Do you really want to hear about my dreams?""
+""I do,"" she answered.
+""I dream of a world, different than this one. One that is not driven by magic. One that is simple, yet complex because man has made it that way. . .not some witch's whim or some wizard's potion. I dream of your land.""
+Cecilia turned around and stared with wide, sightless eyes. ""You dream of Westingfield?""
+""Yes, I do. You have spoken enough of it that it comes to me when I sleep. I travel there, but it is not like here. When you come to me, it is real. When I am in Westingfield, I am not there, it really is just a dream. I would like to see your world.""
+""I would like that too."" She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and holding him tightly to her. His fingers toyed with her hair, eventually pulling it free from the ribbons and bows that a maid of Oarthland had placed in them, per his request. ""Cassius,"" she whispered as her fingers moved up and down the silky fabric of his jacket, ""have you ever tried?""
+""Tried?""
+""Yes, have you ever tried to cross over to my world?""
+""No, but I have thought about it.""
+""I wish you could.""
+Cassius stepped back and took both of Cecilia's hands in his. ""I think I can. That's why I was late tonight. I had to visit someone... someone who could help me cross over to Westingfield.""
+Cecilia's face paled slightly then quickly recovered as she thought of how wonderful it would be to have Cassius in her world. ""Who was it?"" she asked as new dreams of being with her Prince filled her with joy.
+An uneasy silence however swept between them as Cassius paused in his tale. Cecilia felt the tension in him and her joy was quickly replaced with worry. ""Cassius. . .who did you see? Who is going to help you?""
+""Angora.""
+""Angora?""
+""Yes, she's one of the few witches left here in Orathland. She's very old, or so that is the rumor, and very skilled.""
+""You seemed worried though. I can feel it.""
+Cassius sighed, and pulled Cecilia away from the balcony and back into the dancing room where the others were milling toward the door and the orchestra was winding down. ""I'm not worried and neither should you be. Trust me Cecilia. . .it'll work out. Angora is going to give me what I need to be with you.""
+""What do you have to give this witch?"" Cecilia asked. Again silence was her answer and a new fear crept into her bones.
+""She wants to go with me.""
+""To Westingfield?""
+""Yes.""
+""But why?""
+She felt her lover's body move and knew he'd shrugged his shoulders. ""I don't know,"" he told her, confirming her thoughts, ""But for me to be with you... I'll do whatever she asks of me.""
+Cecilia felt her body tense as Prince Cassius's words washed over her. The thought of pending doom made her want nothing more than to remain in Oarthland and keep her lover and her family safe from this witch. Something told her though, that it was too late. The seed of desire had already been planted in both Cassius and Angora's head and a simple blind girl could do nothing to stop it."
+55,Enchanted Twelve: Cecilia Ch. 02,RedHairedandFriendly,Chain Stories,2008-02-11,2008-02-11,2022-01-08 03:47:41,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/enchanted-twelve-cecilia-ch-02,A Demon aids the Princesses or is it someone else.,"['Blind', 'Curses', 'Fairy Tales', 'Magic', 'Witchcraft']",4.33,"Cecilia smiled at the sound of her sister Danielle's giggles and soft squeals of pleasure. She could not see what Simon was doing to her oldest sister, but she knew at times, she had made those same noises. Her fingers tightened in the curls of her lover's hair. She felt his tongue sweeping over her sex, bringing the juices of her arousal to the surface and greedily licking them up. Perhaps it was this place, she thought for a moment, that gave her the ability to simply ignore everything and everyone around her.
+Maybe it was the man she called hers that drove her to behave wantonly and for the first time to do so in front of others. But Cassius had insisted, or so his touch had forced her to act the way she was. Had Danielle told her to stop behaving like a common trollop, she would have, but... much to her surprise, her sister's sounds told her that Danielle had no qualms about showing her desire in front of her sister's sightless eyes.
+The two women shouted almost simultaneously, their men rose from between their legs, shared kisses with their respective lovers and then pushed their hardened rods into slick openings. Cecilia hissed, her lids became clenched. Cassius shoved his dick deeply into her heated core, her legs came up, wrapped tightly around him and together they moved. Each came closer to release; when Cecilia's body stiffened, she felt the knowing rush of fluids erupt from her pussy as his exploded from his shaft.
+A new sound interrupted the state of numbing bliss that had overtaken Cecilia. She jerked slightly, looked around, though knowing she could see nothing, and instead focused on sounds and scents. She recognized the way oars hit rock and felt the jarring of the boat sliding against stone. ""We're here?"" she asked, then sat up, pulling at her dress and trying to arrange herself so she would appear proper to whomever greeted them.
+""You look delicious,"" Danielle whispered. Cecilia blushed.
+""I'd almost forgotten you were there,"" her sister admitted.
+Danielle giggled, kissed Simon and then leaned over to speak with her sister. ""You gave us great pleasure. It was beautiful to see your face in such a state of bliss... I wish..."" Her words faded.
+Cecilia smiled, reached over and found her sister's cheek. ""I often wish it, more so when I am here than I ever had in Westingfield. Thank you for coming with us. I fear Cassius is trusting the wrong woman.""
+Cassius frowned, the look lost to Cecilia, but not to the others. Danielle's hand reached up and she took Cecilia's. ""I am here now and I will be your eyes, though your senses have never led you wrong, so trust them.""
+""As you trust yours?"" Cecilia asked. She sensed the tension in her sister, felt it thick in the air and wondered why it was suddenly there. However, before she could ask, Cassius was aiding her in rising and stepping from the boat. She listened to him speak to a servant, and also heard her sister and Simon leaving the boat behind and following them.
+Cecilia felt Danielle's hand on her arm; she turned and looped hers through her sister's. ""Cecilia, where are we going?""
+""We are going to meet a witch,"" Cecilia whispered. Again she felt tension rise up in her sister and patted her hand, hoping to relieve it. ""I trust Cassius, I really do, but I too feel less at ease. I do not know this witch. There is so much magic here in this world. I am reminded of the stories mother shared with us. Stories we forced her to stop telling us. Yet... I have questions. Questions that maybe this woman can answer.""
+Danielle nodded her head and smiled. ""I love it here. When I wake up at home I have no memory of this place, but yet as soon as I see my Simon,"" she looked adoringly to her Prince, who walked with Cassius, ""I remember this place as well as our home.""
+""What is wrong?"" Cecilia asked. She had noticed the sound of her sister's voice changing. It had been full of excitement and joy, then suddenly sorrow and shame.
+""I have done many things... many things I shouldn't do. I love two men,"" she admitted.
+Cecilia stopped short, jerked her sister to her and asked who the other man was. It was obvious to her that Simon had to be one of them, but what other Prince had stole her sister's heart? Before Danielle could answer though, Simon and Cassius had stopped walking and were heading to the girls. Cecilia allowed Cassius to lead her across what she felt certain was a path made up of some sort of stone or brick. The coarse material dug into her shoes forcing a frown from her as she thought of how hard the cobbler had worked to ready them all new pairs.
+A quick knock on a door brought her thoughts back to the moment at hand. The moment of meeting a witch, a witch that was to help Cassius reach the other side of Oarthland and enter Westingfield. The hard pull of the door brought a warm rush of air over its threshold. Cecilia shivered as the heat invaded her flesh. She had not been aware she'd been growing colder as they traveled down the path, but now as heat escaped the dwelling, she was being taken into, she welcomed it.
+""Prince Cassius, you have come and look you have the beautiful Cecilia and... who is this?""
+The voice of another, a woman that sounded familiar but not completely washed over Cecilia. Her brow furrowed as she focused sightless eyes on the space where she felt the woman was standing. ""My sister Danielle and her...""
+""Ahh, Prince Simon,"" the woman whispered, stepping up and bowing to the lad as well as the other royals in her presence.
+""My beautiful nieces, it has been far too long,"" the woman whispered, before reaching out and grasping first Cecilia and then Danielle into her arms.
+Cecilia stiffened and pulled away. ""Nieces?"" she muttered, her face showing her confusion.
+""Angora?"" she heard Danielle ask.
+""Yes, my beauties. It is I, your mother's sister.""
+Cecilia felt the blood drain from her face. She stepped back, hitting a torch that burned along the wall. She was quickly jerked away from the pending danger and slammed against Cassius's chest. ""Be careful!"" he exclaimed, ""I have not walked the room with you yet!""
+She felt her cheeks grow flush at the chastisement, but had to admit her shock had made her less cautious of her surroundings. She did not want to admit it was the woman whose home she was currently standing in.
+""Ahh, yes, the blind one,"" Angora whispered. Cecilia felt a hand on her arm, travel down to her wrist and then wrap around her fingers. ""Come, I will lead you. Your sister and friends can follow. You look so much like our mother... Your grandmother, yet there is a hint of your father in you.""
+Cecilia walked with the woman, wondering if her words were true. Did she look like her grandmother and though others had said she looked somewhat like her father, did she really? Her features were a mask to her, made up of how she felt she looked. She would touch her face and try to comprehend the curves and dips, always hoping that she was passingly pretty and not some freak of nature. Often though her siblings, her parents and even the people of Westingfield were complimenting her on her delicate features. She had to take them at their word, for she had no image to rely on, but the ones her fingers provided.
+The smell of roasted bird, or other creature of the woods made her stomach churn. She blushed, placed a palm on her abdomen and whispered an apology. ""No, my child. You are hungry. I'm sure all of you are. Come I have had my girl prepare a meal fit for ... a Princess.""
+Angora led the group into a room. The smells overwhelmed Cecilia for a moment, but as she paused taking in several breaths, she was able to identify some of the herbs that had been used to flavor the foods. ""Everything smells delightful,"" she admitted once Angora placed her in a strong, sturdy chair. Her fingers ran over the arms, noting the delicate carvings, which she traced with the tips of her slim digits. She felt Cassius's presence next to her and slipped one hand down. He took it and placed it on his leg, then patted her hand in reassurance that she knew she'd desperately needed.
+The sound of chairs scrapping floor helped her identify where her sister and Prince Simon were seated, just across from her and then another chair scrapped the floor and she assumed Angora had take a seat at what she thought to be the head of the table.
+""Aunt Angora,"" Danielle's voice piped up, ""Cecilia was led to believe you have a way of helping Prince Cassius to reach the other side of Oarthland.""
+Cecilia's interest moved from everything in the room to the one voice she needed to hear, the voice of her Aunt, a woman that she'd been told was a horrible woman, a powerful witch and yet... by the confession of the man she trusted, the only one that could bring the couple together into her world. Again she wished for the sight to see the woman's expression; instead she was forced to rely on intuition.
+""There is a way to unite all of you. You come to Oarthland through a portal. A portal long forgotten by your world and ignored by mine. You leave here with no memory... or at least what you believe are only dreams. Even this night you will not remember what transpires and I...""
+Angora's voice fell short. Her words stopping abruptly. The chair she'd been sitting in scratched the floor and Cecilia jumped. She sensed the others were as surprised by the woman's actions as she'd been. ""Aunt Angora! What is it?"" Cecilia's voice mimicked the concerned expression on her face.
+""You have brought a traitor with you!"" Angora shouted, unbeknown to Cecilia a long bony finger was pointed toward the royals.
+Cecilia felt Cassius rise from his seat. She reached out to grip his arm and pull him down. He ignored her urging and moved around the table. ""We have done no such thing. Where is this traitor?"" he demanded.
+Cecilia's heart beat rapidly. Whomever Angora saw as a traitor was putting her and Cassius's happiness in jeopardy, yet she'd not sensed or felt another entering the room. Her brow was furrowed and her features pulled tight with confusion and worry.
+""Aunt Angora,"" Danielle's voice cut in on Angora's rambling, ""there is no one here but us and we do not seek you harm. We seek answers. We need a way to...""
+""Enough! That whore has brought magic back into my world. Her magic! I sense it. Smell it! I can not see it, but it is there. YOU seek to trick me. You are just like them! You are spawns that have come from between the thighs of a treacherous slut. But you are here now. In my world and here is where you shall stay!""
+Cecilia was hauled up against Cassius's chest. She heard the chairs of Danielle and Simon move simultaneously away from the table and then the sound of blades being drawn reached her senses. She swallowed nervously and fought the urge to panic.
+""There is no one here that seeks to harm you!"" Danielle shouted.
+""Aunt, we only came for help... There is no one here with magic.""
+Angora snarled. The sound riveted over Cecilia and made her skin grow cold. ""We will go. It is obvious that you do not wish to aid us. But perhaps aid yourself.""
+The witch's laughter echoed around the group. Cecilia heard her footsteps moving closer to her and Cassius. Out of one ear she could make out muffled sounds of Danielle and Simon whispering to each other, as well as moving around the table. ""Oh you will stay here and then your sister, the lying whore of Oarthland will come and she will...""
+The sound of a woman screaming rang out and Cecilia covered her head, not knowing who or what had been hurt, but seeking to protect herself as best she could. Shouts and muffled prayers for salvation bounced off the walls. ""We must flee now,"" Danielle shouted and grabbed her sister's hand.
+""What happened?"" Cecilia shouted at her sister. She stumbled as they ran back through the keep. After a few moments, she pulled herself from Danielle's grasp. ""Danielle! What happened?!"" she demanded again.
+Danielle's breath fell across Cecilia's face. ""A demon... a demon appeared and stabbed Angora. The traitor was there. But ... I didn't see him. No one did. Suddenly a knife was floating in the air and being plunged into her back!""
+Cecilia felt the blood drain from her face, and then she was swept up in Cassius's arms. She felt the wind on her face as he ran quickly from the keep. Danielle and Simon followed, their footsteps were easy to make out as well as their heavy breathing.
+They reached the woods and rested against thick trees. Cecilia stood still. Her hands clenched in fists and her face now red with anger. ""What is happening!? Is she dead? Who brought a traitor? And..."" her gaze shifted to Cassius's, ""how will you...""
+""Shh, my sweet,"" Cassius whispered in a low voice. He gripped her face and pulled her close. His lips covering hers in a rushed kiss, before pulling away. ""I will still find a way. There has to be a way. We can not continue to live like this. I can't.""
+They kissed again, just as hungrily as before, eventually pulling away because they both needed to feed their starving lungs the air it craved. Tears fell from Cecilia's eyes. ""I just don't understand what is happening.""
+""We aren't supposed to understand,"" Danielle's voice whispered through the night, ""she doesn't want us to. Cecilia if you could have seen her face. If you could have seen how she looked when she spoke of our parents.""
+""I heard her words. I heard the hate in her voice. I did not need to see it to feel it.""
+Cassius pulled Cecilia down as he sat on the moss-covered grown. ""I fear she is dead though and without her so are our chances at merging our two worlds.""
+Cecilia ran a trembling palm down Cassius's cheek. ""We'll find a way. There has to be a way."""
+56,Enchanted Twelve: Cecilia Ch. 03,RedHairedandFriendly,Chain Stories,2008-04-18,2008-04-18,2022-01-08 03:47:42,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/enchanted-twelve-cecilia-ch-03,Cecilia meets a not so-friendly relative.,"['Cobbler', 'Dancing', 'Fairy Tale', 'Grimms', 'Magic', 'Princess', 'Slippers']",4.39,"The sound of music filled Cecilia's ears, but did little to stir her heart. She felt unease, more so than any other night she'd come to the enchanted world of Oarthland. Cassius, she knew danced with one of her sisters, which she wasn't sure of, but it was not that knowledge or lack of it, that concerned her. The air around her seemed different. The smell of it. The feel of it. Even the temperature had changed. To the best of her knowledge, no one seemed to notice, or if they did, they didn't seem at all worried.
+Cecila licked her lips, tasting the wine she'd drunk and moved a few inches from the wall where she'd been leaning. Her fingers reached slowly forward, found the chair Cassius had whispered would be to her left and slipped down into the feather-stuffed cushion. She exhaled softly, moaning as she felt the tension in her body ease slightly. Her hands moved lazily down to her feet, where she proceeded to slip her feet free of her slippers.
+""Barefoot beauty...""
+Cecila turned her sightless eyes to the voice that came from her right. ""They are tired and worn,"" she admitted, then rose slightly, only to be stopped by a firm hand on her shoulder.""
+""Remain seated then, for why weary your feet more than necessary?""
+""Thank you,"" she answered back, still trying to run through her memory and connect the voice with someone she'd met before. Seconds passed quickly as she waited for the stranger to speak again, when he did not, she frowned slightly and turned away.
+""Do you mind if I sit next to you?""
+""Not at all,"" she answered. A snap of a finger seemed to echo in her ear and then shuffles from what Cecilia assumed to be servants' feet could be heard. She listened as a chair was placed beside her the stranger gave his thanks to those that had done his bidding.
+""Cassius seems to be enjoying himself.""
+""Is he? I can't...""
+""See?""
+""Well, that Sire is pretty obvious to those around me.""
+""Aye it is. Would you like for me to describe to you what your Prince is doing?""
+""It is not necessary,"" Cecilia admitted, ""you can though tell me your name and why you have chosen to seek me out.""
+A soft chuckle poured from the man's lips and coated Cecilia with a sense of dread. ""I am Warren, you met my mother...""
+Cecila's brow furrowed. ""Your mother?""
+""Yes, your Aunt... Aunt Angora.""
+The youngest Princess of Westingfield felt the blood drain from her face, her stomach twisted in a knot and for a brief moment she swore the world she lived in had tipped on its axis. A fluttering of warm breath brushed across her ear as Warren whispered, ""Come with me cousin, for there is something you need to see.""
+Cecilia felt a firm hand on her arm and winced from the strength the stranger possessed. ""Do not fight me on this, for you will cause a great scene. You can not see the men I have placed within the exits of this castle, nor the ones that are mingling closely to the ones you hold dear, including your precious Cassius. Do not make me signal for them to take up arms and destroy all within their reach.""
+Cecila's skin blanched further. The contents of her stomach rolled and pitched as she nodded her head and rose with as much calm and grace she could muster under the circumstances. She walked barefoot along side the man; her gaze, sightless as it seemed to search out for someone, anyone, yet there was only a foggy gray mist that had existed all her life. She heard the music of the orchestra, the clink of goblets being lifted in small toasts. Laughter of both feminine and masculine depth bubbled from various places within the room, and yet she made no move to seek aid from any she passed. The threat to her family and her love she knew was to be taken seriously.
+The couple slipped from the room, Cecilia counted the steps, and cataloged the turns. Her feet were soon growing more cold as they moved from the heated level of the castle to a more dark and cooler climate. The breeze from the wind lifted her hair from her shoulders and sent it splaying across her face. She pushed it away, stumbled on a small stone and winced softly.
+""Ahh, you forgot your slippers.""
+""You seemed to be rather rushed. Slippers were the last thing on my mind,"" Cecilia muttered under her breath, ""Cassius will seek you out and...""
+A deep throaty laugh erupted, invading the night air. ""That is what we hope. We hope all of them come, every Prince, Princess, Lord, Lady, King...and Queen.""
+""But how? None but us sisters enter into this world. We leave here and return home, no memory of our visits, yet when we arrive here, all of it returns to us.""
+""Yes, but last night you stole something from my mother.""
+Cecilia pulled back and stared blindly at the man who held her. ""We stole nothing! She began screaming and threatened us and...""
+""Enough!"" Warren shouted. A low whistle filled the night, followed by the sound of carriage wheels. ""My mother has a gift for you and yours. You will return to her castle and then I will return you to the water's edge.""
+""I will go nowhere with you!"" Cecilia shouted and jerked once more against the strong anchor of her cousin's hold. She opened her mouth to scream, but felt the air in her lungs rush out as a solid and firm punch to her stomach was delivered.
+""My men are still inside, do not tempt me...""
+The threat did as the stranger had desired. Immediately Cecilia became the agreeable captive to a madman. She walked with him to the carriage and allowed him to assist her into the conveyance. She sat down on what she felt was a leather-covered seat. Her fingers remained clasped together tightly and she listened as the man gave quick orders then settled into the seat across from her.
+""Will your men leave my family alone now?"" she asked.
+""They will return to Westingfield safely, yes.""
+""And I?""
+""I said you will return also. I give you my word.""
+Cecilia sneered, but chose to keep her words and thoughts to herself. She counted the seconds and then the minutes. Eventually the carriage came to a halt and the doors were opened. Warren exited and then gripped Cecilia's hand firmly. He helped her out, slipped one arm around her slim waist and kept her pressed against him when she tried to pull away. ""Shhh, pretty cousin Cece. I'll not harm you,"" he whispered against her temple.
+The young Princess took a deep breath and tried to calm the beating of her heart. She knew where they were. The smell of her Aunt's Castle would forever be locked within her. They entered the castle and immediately she sensed the evil that lived within the stone walls.
+""Ahh, my mother's most trusted serving girl... Is she more agreeable now that you have informed her of my arrival?"" Warren asked a figure that Cecilia could not see, but did sense. ""Good, let us go,"" he said and led Cecilia once more through the castle where the night before all had seemed to reek of danger. The stench was still there.
+They paused and Cecilia listened as her captor knocked on a door and was rewarded entry. She chewed on the inside of her lip as they stepped over the threshold and into another room.
+""My son,"" Angora whispered, ""you brought me the weak one?""
+""The others were preoccupied, mother.""
+Cecilia's eyes slanted at the reference to her being weak. She was anything but weak, she told herself, and straightened her back and shoulders to prove it. ""What do you want with me?"" she hissed, pulling free from Warren's hold. She stood there proud, yet inside fear threatened to consume her.
+""I only wish for you to take a message to my sister...""
+""A message?""
+""Yes, it is simple really. She has a piece of me, I need it back. If she returns it then I will close the portal and all of you will be safe.""
+""What does she have? Mother has never ...""
+""She knows what she holds! She will return it to me, or I will make tomorrow night the final night for all of you!""
+""I can not help you,"" Cecilia stated as calmly as she was able, ""I will have no memory of this night when I awake.""
+A cackle left Angora's lips. ""You will remember. Drink this,"" she whispered, and then snapped her fingers.
+Cecilia heard the footsteps of a smaller person and then felt her hand being lifted up. A glass, warm and fragile feeling was soon placed in her hand. ""Drink all of it and when you leave this world you will remember all and will be able to do my bidding.""
+""Your bidding?""
+""Yes, you will go to your mother, my traitor of a sister and tell her that I will destroy all if she does not bring back to me what I seek.""
+""I do not trust you,"" Cecilia whispered. Her hands clutched the drink; its contents shook violently within her shaky grasp.
+""You shouldn't,"" Angora whispered, ""but you have no choice really. Warren will destroy every Princess before they leave this world if you do not drink the mixture now.""
+The image of her sisters lying in pools of blood seemed to come out of nowhere, and Cecilia tipped the glass to her lips. She drank deep, noted the bitter taste, but forced herself to continue swallowing every ounce of warm liquid. When she was done she felt the heat of the beverage blanket her. Her eyes closed and her body felt limp. Strong arms were suddenly supporting her and as she felt her body being lifted up into the air, she told herself that all would be well. ""You said...""
+""I did not lie cousin. You will not be harmed... now sit here, while mother and I have a talk with you..."""
+57,Enchanted Twelve: Cecilia Ch. 04,RedHairedandFriendly,Chain Stories,2011-12-01,2011-12-01,2022-01-08 03:47:44,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/enchanted-twelve-cecilia-ch-04,A daughter must choose which path will lead her to happiness.,"['Cock Sucking', 'Dragons', 'Fairy Tale', 'Guards', 'Magic', 'Prince', 'Princes', 'Princess', 'Princesses', 'Royal']",4.4,"RedHairedandFriendly ©
+ **Author's Note:** _The following is the last installment for Cecilia's story. Cecilia is one of the twelve princesses that were covered in the chain story ""Enchanted Twelve"". This chain story was inspired by the fairy tale: The Twelve Dancing Princesses and it was started a long time ago, in 2008, but due to personal circumstances it was stalled. For new readers I recommend going through the entire series and links can be found in the Chain story section of Lit., for old readers, there is a thread on the bulletin board at Lit., in the Author's Hangout forum, that is entitled ""Twist a fairy tale with me..."" – post 869, will give you a quick recap of all the stories up to this point. Thanks and enjoy the final phase of Westingfield and Oarthland, as seen from Cecilia's POV. ~ Red_
+ **Westingfield**
+Cecilia opened her eyes to the eerie silence. She saw nothing, which had been the way of things all her life; a thick fog of gray and black mingled in front of her sightless eyes. Her other senses however seemed more alive than ever before. The shuffling of feet, the rustling of gowns, and the soft whisper of foliage made her realize she was in the gardens; the soft fragrances her sisters were fond of told her they were as well. A warm breeze danced across her features, she closed her eyes and sighed. She wanted to embrace that warmth and moved toward it. As she reached the edge, a woman's voice spoke to her, _""Do not take the path tonight, but turn away, remember my dear niece. You must seek out your mother, you must complete the task before you, or your love, your beloved Cassius will never see you again.""_
+The Princess turned away from the warm heat, and stepped back onto the path that would take her to the castle. **""Cecilia, I can see you. Please come to me. Why do you turn away? I am here. I am waiting.""**
+Cecilia turned back, smiled and moved toward the voice that beckoned her. It was full of love and that love seemed to radiate from the warm breeze that had touched her skin. **""Yes, my sweet. I am here for you. I will protect you, just come to me.""**
+ _""You cannot reach him. He is trapped and the only way you can save him is to seek out your mother. Go my dear sweet niece. You must save him. He will be lost to you. Hurry!""_
+Once more the Princess turned away. _""Good girl, hurry. Your mother, she is the key. She is the one keeping you from your beloved. Hurry now...before it is too late.""_
+Cecilia moved hesitantly at first; eventually she was able to reach the door that led from the gardens to the library. Her small cane tapped softly on the ground. ""Princess Cecilia?""
+She turned to the voice. ""Sir Chad, is that you?"" she asked; it was not unusual for the guards to walk the grounds, so she trusted the man who spoke to her.
+""Yes, I am doing my nightly rounds. But why are you awake and why were you out in the gardens?""
+Cecilia cocked her head to one side, pondering his question. _""You must let no one deter you from your mother. She is keeping your love locked away. She will kill him Cecilia. Your Cassius will die and it will be your fault,""_ the voice in Cecilia's head chastised her. Tears welled up in her hazed orbs.
+""Princess, is something wrong?"" Sir Chad asked.
+The woman heard the sound of his footsteps and felt his presence closing the distance between them. Cecilia put her palms to her temple. _""Do what you must,""_ the voice whispered. She felt the guard's hand on her arm.
+""Princess?""
+""I'm fine, Sir Chad, just a headache.""
+""Let me escort you back to your chambers,"" he offered, ""and I will seek out cook, perhaps a warm glass of milk will aid you in a nice deep slumber.""
+""That would be lovely,"" Cecilia whispered, and pressed her body against the guard's. She heard his sharp intake of breath. ""You are so kind,"" she told him, ""does your wife know how wonderful a man you are?"" Her hand came up to rest against his chest.
+""Princess, you have forgotten – I am not wed.""
+She smiled warmly. ""Than your lover, she surely knows your value?"" Her hand slid down and rested against his crotch. She rubbed gently.
+He moved his hand over hers and pushed her palm into his crotch. ""I have no lover at this moment, my Princess.""
+""Mmm, that is good to know."" Cecilia used her fingers to release the ties of his britches. ""I have no lover either,"" she whispered, and slipped to her knees, ""no one wants a weak, simpleton.""
+Sir Chad stroked her hair. ""You are not weak, nor a simpleton.""
+She smiled, and pulled his cock and testicles from their hiding place. **""Cecilia, I am here. I am waiting for you, come to me,""** the man's voice begged her.
+ _""Do whatever you must to free your lover. Your mother wishes his death.""_
+A tear fell from Cecilia's eyes as the man and woman in her head battled with her heart.
+""Princess?"" She felt Sir Chad's hand on her face; he wiped the tear away. She looked up and smiled softy, before bringing the guard's cock to her lips. Her tongue swept across the head; he groaned softly. She licked the tip, and toyed with the small depth that her slick muscle could tease. ""Yes, Princess,"" he moaned.
+Cecilia saw nothing, but heard everything. The sound of his aroused state made her pulse race. She opened her mouth, and lowered her head down onto the mushroom tip. His fingers swept through her hair; he pushed her down his length. She moaned softly, turned herself so that the cock slid expertly down her tiny throat. ""Fuck,"" he muttered, ""you are a good cock sucker.""
+Her mind screamed that this cock was not her lover's that what she was doing was wrong, but she could not stop herself. She had to keep him occupied, to seduce him so she could save Cassius. As she sucked and drew his length in and out of her throat, she recalled sitting with her Aunt in Oarthland, the land of her Prince. Her aunt sat with her, as did her cousin Warren, they served her a drink and spoke softly to her. They had told her that she would need to seek out her mother at all cost or Cassius would suffer.
+""Harder, Cecilia – suck my cock harder!""
+She shook away the images and concentrated on the dick that was slamming against the back of her throat. She gagged, opened her mouth wider and felt the slick shaft slide deeper. ""Yes, oh fuck yes.""
+Her hands massaged the soldier's testicles; her thumb played with the base, teasing the soft flesh between his hard spheres and his anus. ""You are a naughty slut; oh fuck, yes.""
+The first shot of silk slid down her throat; she pulled up, took a deep breath and drew in another white creamy thread of his seed. The third shot covered her face, as he pulled her off him. She heard his groan and grunt of pleasure. She felt her stomach twist and her pulse race.
+ **""Cecilia, I love you.""**
+The Princess shoved her face into her hands, and wiped at the sticky fluids. ""I must go,"" she whispered, rose to her feet and with the cane still secured to her wrist, she tapped her way quickly from the library. ""Thank you Princess,"" the guard called, ""I look forward to more of your nightly visits.""
+Cecilia sobbed softly; outside of the library wall, she spit out the taste of cum and fought the urge to expel the seeds that had been unloaded into her belly. _""You waste time! You do not love your Prince and he is going to die!""_
+""No!"" Cecilia cried as she righted herself and hurried toward her parents' chambers. The sound of her cane tapping on the floor was not as noticeable to her or anyone within distance of her. Cecilia had walked the path to her mother and father for years, so it took no time for her to reach their door.
+""Your Highness, what are you doing here?""
+Her sightless gaze shuffled back and forth between the two men that she knew stood protectively against her parents' door. ""I seek my mother,"" she told them.
+""Is there something amiss?"" one guard asked.
+She could hear the concern in his voice. ""I seek her council. I must see her, please allow me entrance.""
+""I will take you to her private sitting room. It is I, Daniel.""
+""Thank you Daniel,"" Cecilia whispered. She felt the man's hand softly lift her arm and rest it on his. Together they walked a short distance, turned and paused. She heard the guard lift the latch and open the door.
+""There is a chair, fifteen paces straight ahead, and a bench twelve paces to the right, another here right by the door. Do you wish my aid in finding a resting place?"" he asked.
+Cecilia smiled. ""No, just please wake my mother's lady and tell her I seek council with my mother.""
+""As you wish, Your Highness.""
+She heard the guard leave, and felt the emptiness of the room engulf her. **""Why did you not come to me? Why have you left me here alone? Do you not love me? Something is happening here Cecilia. I can feel it. There is magic in the air. Come back to me.""**
+""I'm trying,"" she told the voice. The longing and pain made her heart wretch. Tears fell from her eyes. ""Please hurry Mother, please hurry.""
+~ ~ ~* ~ ~ ~
+ **Oarthland/Westingfield**
+Cassius stood still, his jaw slack and his mind numb. She had been there, he was sure of it. He heard her, saw her, and even smelled the sweet fragrance that he knew was Cecilia. Yet, she had turned from him. The other women had come to Oarthland, but not Cecilia, not his Princess. His heart seemed to shatter into a million pieces. Why had she stopped walking toward him? What had he done to stir her anger?
+The shimmering path that glowed from the woods of Oarthland had been unusually bright this particular evening, and he was tempted to walk through it, but what would happen if he crossed into Westingfield, found his love and discovered she had in fact knowingly and willingly abandoned him. Also, what was so special about this night that allowed the portal to remain open? Cassius stood bewildered until a rush of wind swept over him. He stumbled back and looked up. His eyes grew wide and his mouth shut tight, stifling the gasp of shock that threatened to explode from his chest.
+Two dragons flew high over Oarthland, their speed and beauty was easy to see with the stars and moon illuminating every rippling muscle. He watched them sore higher and higher, until a cloud seemed to part and their large muscular frames disappeared. Cassius stood speechless. Where had they gone? He rubbed his eyes and looked back at the shimmering clouds. The dragons were indeed gone and yet the shimmer still remained. He glanced at the path where he had seen Cecilia hovering. Were the portals of Orathland open again, and if so how and why? Did he dare go forth and take a chance on becoming lost in another world, or crushed inside the portal if the magic chose to close around him?
+""I'm trying.""
+He heard Cecilia's words; felt her pain and knew he had to go to her. Cassius licked his lips, touched the hilt of his sword, and stepped through the portal. Instantly he was surrounded by the shimmering silver and gold leaves of the garden that lived within the magic walls of the portal. He caressed them; they were soft and warm. The more he walked, the more the leaves began to change; eventually the bushes, flowers, and other various foliage looked dull compared to the beauty of the magic path he had trod.
+Cassius looked around. He felt queasy and sick to his stomach. His gaze shifted back to the portal. It still shimmered. He could return to his land, and what was familiar to him, or he could explore the world his love lived in, and pray he found her. He was in Westingfield, he was sure of it, and was that not what he had always wanted ever since meeting Princess Cecilia? Cassius squared his shoulders and moved through the garden. When he heard the laughter of two men, he paused and pressed himself against the cool surface of the castle. It did not surprise him that the grounds were guarded, after all Cecilia was a Princess, one of twelve, and that certainly meant a King and Queen resided within the stone walls. Getting to his beloved would not be an easy task. He listened to the men, hoping their conversation concerning the local whore would be quick.
+""I speak the truth,"" Sir Chad said to his fellow guard, ""she dropped to her knees and sucked my cock like she'd been doing it from the cradle.""
+""You speak lies. You know the only Princess that is a whore and slut is the eldest. Princess Cecilia is a gem of a girl. She would not take a guard's cock.""
+Cassius frowned. His Princess had drank another's seed? Was she the whore these men spoke of? No, he told himself, she was enchanted by the magic of Oarthland and he had to save her.
+""She did and tomorrow I will visit her chamber. I'll have my cock buried so deep in her pussy she'll most likely be able to see the stars!""
+The Prince from Oarthland gripped his sword.
+""We'll see about that,"" he muttered, then took a step out, exposing his presence to the two men.
+Immediately they pulled their weapons. Sir Chad shouted, ""To arms"" while the other quickly began to parry with Cassius.
+The young Prince fought valiantly, but he was no match for the two more seasoned warriors. Cassius had not had to fight for his life in years, for the world of Oarthland, though full of magic and beasties that would rather eat you than parry with you was relatively peaceful at least in his lands they were. When his sword was knocked from his hand and sailing into the air, Cassius fell to his knees and knew he had failed his Princess.
+The tip of Sir Chad's weapon rested against his throat. ""Who are you and where are your men?"" the guard demanded.
+Cassius looked up, and took note of several more guards rushing into the garden. ""I am Prince Cassius, one of the Princes from the land of Oarthland.""
+The guard stared down at the young Prince. ""We have never heard of this land you speak of.""
+""It exists beyond the garden, a portal between our two lands has opened and it remains open for any and all to walk through it.""
+Sir Chad stared in shock at the man's words. He looked at the soldier nearest to the gardens. ""Take two others and if this man speaks the truth, leave them to guard this portal, and return to me. They are not to let anyone through, or they will suffer.""
+Cassius glanced toward the three men that had taken the order to heart and quickly left to do the warrior's bidding. ""You sir, rise and we will seek the council of our King.""
+The Prince rose, making no move to attack his captors. His shoulders slumped and his step was heavy. He had failed Princess Cecilia. A scream of fear ripped through the air. All of the men, including the Prince spun around and stared at the man who sat on his knees cowering in fear. His eyes were locked to the sky. Two dragons swooped around the clouds, their bodies huge and menacing.
+~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~
+Andrea woke with a start as her Ladies maid gently shook her. ""What is it?"" she asked, slowly rolling over to see if her spouse still slept. His snore was her answer. She rolled her eyes and chuckled. ""Yes?"" she asked the maid again.
+""Your daughter Cecilia seeks your council,"" the woman answered.
+Andrea's brow furrowed in confusion. ""Cecilia,"" she rubbed her eyes and looked around; her face paled and she rose up tossing the blankets from her nude figure. The maid rushed to grab the Queen her robe. ""Where is she?"" Andrea demanded as she slipped her arms into the sleeves and tied the sash.
+""She is in your private study. She came to your bedchamber door and asked to speak with you. I was roused and that is all I know, Your Majesty.""
+""Take me to her,"" Andrea demanded.
+""Do you wish for me to...""
+The maid's words were cut off as several guards burst into the King and Queen's bedchamber. The maid squealed, and pushed Andrea behind her. King Bartholomew rose from his bed, the covers thrown off and the sword that rested at his side was in his hand. His nudity was barely noticed as his guards advanced further into the room. When the King noted that the only men in his room were the ones in his employ, he laid his weapon down and pulled a robe from the hook on the wall. When he was covered he faced the Captain of the guard.
+""What is happening?"" he demanded.
+""Your Highness, Westingfield is under attack.""
+The Queen gasped, and looked to her husband. They both knew who attacked their home, what they did not know was the fate of their daughters. ""Take the Queen and my daughters to the dungeons, access the secret passage way and deliver them safely beyond our walls,"" Bartholomew ordered, before hurrying to dress. ""Tell me how many men are at our gates.""
+The soldier beckoned for two men to go with the Queen and her ladies maid. The women stopped when the Captain of the guard said, ""One man, he claims to be a Prince and two dragons. The dragons have not landed, but they look to carry riders. Two, three – I don't know how many and I don't know if there are more to come. They appeared in the sky, there was no warning, and not a sound spoken, they were just there.""
+The Queen turned to face the Captain. ""Dragons?""
+""Yes, your Majesty. I know my words sound like those of a crazed man, but there are dragons in Westingfield and they mean to attack I'm sure of it! We must hurry your Highness, please go with the guards and...""
+""Bartholomew, dragons of Oarthland are loyal and kind, if they are here it is not to attack, not unless Angora has charmed them with some spell or potion.""
+""We can take no chances!"" the King answered. He received assistance in donning his battle gear.
+""Go now, gather the girls and...""
+His sentence was interrupted when another entered the room. ""The Princesses are gone!""
+Andrea and Bartholomew staggered against the bed.
+""All of them?"" Andrea asked; her world seemed to slip out of focus as she began to sink to the floor, her ladies maid and a guard caught her before she crumbled.
+""Princess Cecilia is in your study, remember,"" the ladies maid called out from a dense and heavy veil that seemed to cover Andrea's mind.
+""See to her, immediately,"" the King demanded, and bring this so called Prince to my ready room, I will have his story. Keep an eye on the dragons and their riders. If they land, be ready to still the hearts of the great beasts and disarm those that ride them. Be swift, for a dragon is not a being to be trifled with.""
+""Bartholomew you cannot kill them! They may be harmless!"" the Queen shouted.
+""And they may be here to finish what your sister has started! Go to Cecilia and see what she knows of all this. I want that Prince brought to me now!""
+The Queen was rushed from the room, and the King left with his men. Word spread quickly through the castle; men and women hurried to hide the valuables they knew would be used to rebuild the wealth of Westingfield if their royal family had to flee. Andrea was pushed roughly over the threshold of her study, and waved off the apology the guard offered. She had only eyes and thoughts on her youngest daughter, who had risen to stand upon hearing her mother's entrance.
+Andrea rushed forward and gathered Cecilia into her arms. ""Daughter, what is it? What is happening?""
+Cecilia looked upon her mother, as well as one can with an empty gaze. ""You have my love mother, my heart, my soul. I am here to rescue him from your grasp. You will give him to me, or I will kill you.""
+Andrea felt the prick of a knife pressed into her stomach. She glanced down and saw the determination in her daughter's face. Her gaze flew to the guard, but he was unaware of what her daughter intended; his attention was locked on what was happening outside the window. ""Cecilia, I don't understand. I have no one, please –please tell me what is going on.""
+ _""She lies, she has him she --- My sweet Warren, look what you have brought me.--- take her and use her as you desire, and feel free to make her scream, she resembles her mother too much for my liking -- Do it Cecilia, kill her so you can free your beloved ---You bitch! ---Die sister! Die!""_  
+Cecilia screamed, dropped the knife and fell to her knees clutching her head. The guard rushed to Andrea's side, she held up her hand to warn him off. The Queen knelt, tossed the knife away and clasped her daughter to her.
+""Blood mother, there is so much blood. She's in my head, she's talking to me, and Danielle is there. Oh god mother, Warren, her son – your nephew – he's - god mother, she's bleeding. Her eyes, nose, mouth, ears, there is blood everywhere. She won't die! Oh mother! Help me! Please help me!""
+Andrea grabbed Cecilia's face and lifted it. She held it firmly between her palms. ""Cecilia, you are safe here! You are in Orathland. She is dead. Andrew has saved us all! You must come back to me! I am here, I love you! Your Prince is here. He is with your father. You must come back to me, so you can save him! Now Cecilia!""
+The young Princess blind and afraid clawed her way back from the pits of Hell. The darkness she was accustomed to embraced light. The images of her aunt crawling toward a serving girl, the sight of Danielle, a sister she had never seen before now was staring at her from a far. Andrew was hurrying from the room with Danielle and a serving girl. They left the body of her cousin behind. He did move; he too was dead. Her mother's voice called to her. Cecilia hesitated. She could see her surroundings. She wanted to stay to look at the room, to lock in the visions, but they were grotesque, dark and bloody. There was nothing but evil here, and her mother's voice promised light and safety, but at the same time it meant the darkness of her disability would be her life once more.
+""Cecilia, come home."" Her mother's voice was full of so much pain. Cecilia took one last look around her aunt's dining hall and turned away from the various lifeless colors and embraced the sound of her mother's love.
+Andrea knew her youngest had returned to her when she felt her weight slump against her. She stroked her hair and back, cooed to her the words a mother gives to a feared offspring. When she felt it was safe she pulled Cecilia away, just enough to stroke her cheek and wipe away the tears. ""The spell is broken my love, do you remember anything?""
+The Princess sniffled. ""I remember it all – aunt Angora is dead, and Andrew and Danielle are coming home, a maid is with them. I saw it mother. I saw the colors, the room, and the bodies. My sister, she is beautiful.""
+The Queen stroked her daughter's cheek and kissed her forehead. ""And you gave it all up, to return to me. Thank you.""
+""Thank you mother, it was an ugly world Angora had created, much uglier than the darkness I now embrace.""
+""So you still cannot see?""
+Cecilia smiled softly. ""No, but it is okay mother. I saw enough to know that with sight not only does their come beauty there is horror, and I wish to see the beauty of the world. Let others embrace the ugly.""
+Andrea tucked several strands of loose curls behind her daughter's ear. ""Come, I believe with the death of your aunt, the dragons and the man your father holds in his ready room to be more friend than foe.""
+The Queen rose with her daughter, and ordered the guard to take her to her husband. The warrior bulked at the idea, but also knew that if he deposited the Queen back into the care of her husband, than perhaps he would be allowed to aid in the slaying of the dragons. The two mammoth creatures had landed and were currently surrounded by three dozen fully armed guards. Their riders were dismounting, and an unknown number of arrows were aimed toward their hearts.
+~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~
+Danielle quickly leaped from the dragon as did Andrew, who rushed to help Marie. The Princess quickly identified herself as well as naming the dragons as friends, not enemies. The guards still leery of the claims kept their weapons aimed at the creatures. She waited until her father appeared, and with him the Prince she had seen often with her sister Cecilia. ""Prince Cassius,"" she gave him a soft smile, and then hurried to her father's side. They embraced, and tears fell fast from her clenched lids. When they pulled away she giggled at the moisture that seeped free of her King's soft orbs. He touched her face and kissed her brow, before releasing her to stare humbly at the cobbler.
+""It is done,"" Andrew said, and walked with Marie's hand held tight in his. ""I did not do the deed, however, this young girl, a mute thanks to the hands of Angora, she was the brave soul who saved our world, and your daughters.""
+Marie's eyes were huge in their sockets. She chewed on her lips, and fear caused her features to pale dramatically. The young girl curtsied, and then watched in awe as the King bowed to her. Her shock was multiplied tenfold when the soldiers lowered their weapons and did the same; each man paid homage to the girl before them, though only a small handful understood the true meaning behind her act of courage. ""You will have a place in my home as my daughter, if you find that to your liking.""
+Marie smiled wide, and curtsied back to the man before her.
+""Danielle!""
+The soldiers parted as the Queen rushed forward. She threw her arms around her eldest and held her tight. The two women cried and when they pulled apart, each knew the value of the other. ""I am sorry I ever doubted magic, mother.""
+Andrea cupped Danielle's cheek. ""I am so proud of you. You will make a fine wife for our cobbler and a strong mother for your children.""
+""Then you know – you know of Andrew and I – and of Simon?"" Danielle whispered, lowering her eyes in shame.
+""I know he loves you deeply and you him. What happened behind the spell is up to you to either accept and move on, or allow it to rule you."" Andrea looked around. ""What of your sisters? Are they returning to Westingfield, or do they chose to stay in Oarthland?""
+Cecilia slipped through the crowd, and waited on the edge. Her eyes sought out what they could not see.
+""Cece!"" Cassius shoved away the two guards who held him. He rushed to her side, only to be blocked by a massive wall of muscle and steel.
+""Let me go to him!"" the youngest Princess shouted, and pushed her way toward the man who had called her name.
+"" Let her go,"" the King demanded. He had spoken to the Prince moments before the dragons had landed, and knew that this Prince was the one that held his daughter's heart. He watched as the two embraced, and knew that Cassius would serve well as a husband to his littlest girl. He glanced to his wife and held his hand out to her. ""My dear wife, can our two worlds co-exist?""
+""There is still evil in Oarthland; but there is evil here in Westingfield. We will find a way, for I will not lose all of my children to the wonders of that land.""
+""Then we will wait for our daughters and their mates to walk or fly,"" he eyed the dragons that were saying their goodbyes to Danielle and Andrew, ""back home to us.""
+The Queen smiled softly, pressed herself closer to her husband and smiled as her past and her future finally became one again.
+~ ~ ~ The End of Danielle and Cecilia's story ~ ~ ~"
+58,F2: 7:48 PM Wednesday,sr71plt,Chain Stories,2013-08-07,2013-08-07,2022-01-08 03:48:00,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f2-7-48-pm-wednesday,"Night classes in valuing, turning, and putting in place","['Arrogance', 'Bisexual', 'Fawc', 'First Time', 'Humor', 'Mature', 'Mystery Basket', 'Older-Younger', 'Seduction', 'Triangle']",4.39,"**FAWC 2: 7:48 P.M., Wednesday**
+ _(Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered on a random determination of four ""mystery ingredients."" There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.)_
+(The mystery ingredients for this story were arrogant, time of day, energetic, and art.)
+* * * *
+There she was, at 7:48 p.m., on the dot. Just like clockwork, every Wednesday evening for two months now. You could certainly count on Claire. She taught an 8:00 p.m. art class across the hall from Jesse's exercise class, which supposedly started at 7:30, but the women who came to the exercise class were worse than a flock of sheep—and they'd all be angling to get in Jesse's shorts until he settled them down. Nathan often barely had time to get them all checked in in time to make it across the hall for the art class with Claire.
+Nathan didn't know when he'd gotten in the habit to look up at 7.48 on the dot to catch a glimpse of Claire looking in the window. But she always was there, having bustled straight from her job as a real estate agent—and after the art class she'd usually go on to her evening stint in the hospital gift shop. Claire always seemed to be bouncing around from one thing to another. Nathan didn't know where she got the energy from. In class once, when asked about being so energetic, she had laughed and said, ""I'm afraid to stand still lest I discovered I died last year when I was twenty-eight.""
+Nathan thought the woman was brilliant, as the line was guaranteed to get a laugh and she could pick and choose what part any given person was laughing about.
+Well, one thing was sure, Nathan thought. As much as Claire bustled around, she sure didn't need Jesse's class. She appeared to be in great shape—for a woman of twenty-nine inside the body of a sixty-year old. Her striking resemblance to Susan Hayward, the dear-departed sultry movie actress, no doubt was cultivated by her, even though no one had told her that only sentimental and sensitive folks like Nathan watched Susan Hayward movies anymore. Not to mention that few in Claire's targeted contemporary set even remembered who Susan Hayward was. The resemblance and connection to the movie screen was accentuated in Nathan's connective memory when Claire's fluffy red hair was framed in the window in the exercise room door.
+A glimpse of Claire in that window always gave Nathan a little lift in emotions that he couldn't quite figure out. It wasn't what he was being groomed to be aroused by. Jesse was working on convincing Nathan that he preferred men, although Nathan hadn't gone beyond his own right hand to prefer anything sexually yet, so the sensations Nathan got when he looked at Claire were a bit of a reversal on the program.
+As for Jesse, he'd take anyone for a spin, female or male, who was under fifty and good looking and who he thought properly assessed the glory that was Jesse. ""Any port in a storm"" deserved the privilege of him, was Jesse's mantra. Having picked Nathan out of a Broadway play dance line and making quick, if presumptuous assumptions, Jesse was close to selling the idea that the emotions of Nathan—young, cute, and naïve, not necessarily the sharpest knife in the drawer, but in a very nice, cuddly way, of course—were only lifted by other men. By Jesse, in particular, who hadn't actually made any moves on Nathan—yet—but who had moved Nathan into his apartment. Here he let Nathan valet, cook, and wash for the future anticipation of Jesse using his magnificent beauty and precisely cut body to do some unspecified wonderful things with Nathan, which Jesse went to great odds to let Nathan know would be the ultimate blessing and experience of his life.
+This living arrangement did have its up and downs. There were short periods when a young, giggly woman appeared in Jesse's apartment for more than a night and took on some of the domestic chores Nathan normally performed. But as obviously awed the young women were that Jesse deigned to look their way when they first materialized in the life of the apartment, it wasn't long until each became fried by the intensity of the sunlight that was known as Jesse and then it would be just the two of the young me again. On occasion, another young man, walking gingerly, would pop out of Jesse's bedroom door in the morning. But said guy invariably always was gone—forever—after nothing more than a cup of coffee and a growl.
+Maybe, Nathan thought, that little bump inside him when he saw Claire framed in the window that made his throat constrict and, if he didn't blush at thinking about it, gave rise to another little jolt between his belt buckle and his knees, stemmed from a little flash of jealousy. When Claire looked through that little window in the door at 7:48 p.m. on Wednesday evenings, she was looking past Nathan sitting at the reception desk and checking stragglers into Jesse's class. Her eyes were glued on Jesse, looking oh-so godlike in his skimpy shorts and tight T-shirt, admiring himself and his blow-dried hair in the mirrors on three walls in the exercise classroom and in the eyes of the admiring women who he deigned to flirt with just enough less than they fawned over him so that everyone in the room knew who was the pretty one.
+This particular Wednesday evening at 7:48 p.m. started off no differently from any of the seven that had preceded it in this semester of community night classes. Nathan sensed the mop of red, curly hair appear in the exercise room door window and looked up midstream of checking in Mrs. Lederstrum and listening to her praise for the eighth time how marvelously that Jesse hunk led the class. Seemingly motivated by the same awareness of Claire's appearance in the window, Jesse puffed up his pecs and managed to gaze at himself and pose for mirrors on three different walls while patting Mrs. Jackson on the well-rounded rump. Rounding that out and showing that a hot flash is possible while melting, Claire looked into the room and past Nathan, and directly, worshipfully at Jesse.
+At 7:49 and a half, without fail, Nathan was in the hallway between to the two classes, with Claire standing in the doorway to her class, greeting arriving students and, yet again, verifying that Nathan lived with Jesse and checking on this and that of the domestic likes and dislikes of that god.
+It was only for a couple of minutes each night, but what Claire had managed to worm out of Nathan about Jesse's private life just in the first half of the semester of classes had been quite impressive. Equally impressive was how she was able to do it without looking Nathan fully in the face but still with her eyes trained on the wall to the exercise class, now running at a high decibel rating, as if she could see the object of her desire with X-ray eyesight.
+Not being remotely aware that his natural crush was on Claire rather than on the dangled promise of delights in the embrace of Jesse at some future date when enough grocery shopping and ironing had been done to satisfy what Jesse deserved in service, Nathan blindly only told Claire what would enhance the image of Jesse. Not that anything existed that would tarnish Jesse's image, of course. He was the world's perfect man. He could tell you that himself—and often did.
+On this, the eighth night of the exercise and art classes, the persistent and clever grilling by Claire of Nathan about his housemate, Jesse, was confined to those two minutes between classes. However, somehow in a very private discussion at Nathan's easel later in the art class, without Claire even looking at what Nathan was painting in response to a ""paint the loveliest image you can think of assignment,"" Clair had managed to move the extremely nice-looking but not fully brilliant young art student through an artful maze of Jesse topics. These moved from what darkness did to vibrant colors on canvas to the titillating ""aha!"" tidbit of knowledge that Jesse slept in the nude rather than worrying about what color of sleeping shorts to wear. In the process, Nathan had revealed that he also slept in the nude, but this somehow hadn't registered on Claire's interest scale.
+Nathan was actually surprised that Claire was showing additional interest in Jesse on this eighth meeting night considering that even he had seen that Jesse had rebuffed Claire on the seventh evening.
+On that evening, Jesse's exercise class went longer than Clair's art class went, and somehow Claire had managed to keep Nathan late so that when members of both classes had dispersed, it was just Claire and Nathan arriving in the hallway between the two classrooms at the same time as Jesse, still in shorts and T belabored by the well-cut muscles below, emerged from his classroom.
+It became a natural opportunity for Nathan to be maneuvered to introduce Claire to Jesse and for Claire to manage to drop some reference to something she knew Jesse was interested in because she had wheedled the information out of Nathan several class nights previously.
+She selected well, as that something had to do with the Olympic gymnastics trials Jesse had once been invited to. She knew he could be counted on now to boast on how close he came to making the team if it hadn't been for the favoritism of a few coaches. Gymnasts were selected that these men had coached at lesser universities to the one Jesse had attended, excelling in everything from academics to athletics to having won the body beautiful contest at a college neighborhood bar after a homecoming football game.
+Once she got Jesse going, she turned to Nathan during one of the golden boy's pauses for breath in his monologue to ask, ""Nathan, would you be good enough to take these art supplies to my car for me. It's the white Mustang parked under the light at the far end of the lot.""
+It took a few minutes for Nathan to jog out to the car and back. He returned only in time to hear the tail end of the conversation.
+""I'm hardly dressed for the bar. And there aren't any around here I'd be seen dead in,"" Jesse was saying as Nathan entered the building.
+""There's always my place,"" Claire said. ""I don't have to show up at the hospital gift shop this evening, and I have—""
+""I rather think not,"" Jesse had responded, looking down his aquiline nose at the deflated art teacher.
+The conversation had ended pretty abruptly at that point, with Nathan, thinking at the back of his mind, without being aware why, that he wouldn't have minded having that drink with Claire. She always made him laugh and feel a little warm inside. When Jesse drove Nathan home in Jesse's Hummer H3 Alpha, Nathan mentioned how nice it would be to go for a drink with the art teacher, but all he got back was a tight-lipped reference to teachers in the night classes being able to see the résumés of the other teachers, including their date of birth.
+And yet, despite a rebuff that even Nathan was able to pick up on, here, in the eighth class night, Claire was still showing interest in Jesse. This class represented a breakthrough in some other direction, though. While Claire was standing at Nathan's easel and pumping Nathan for luscious tidbits on Jesse's likes and triumphs, Claire, by habit, did her art teacher thing. She looked at what Nathan was painting in response to the ""loveliest image you can think of"" assignment.
+What Nathan was painting, quite unmistakingly and flatteringly, was the face of the movie star Susan Heyward at the height of her sensuality.
+""Why that's Susan Heyward,"" Claire exclaimed.
+Nathan blushed. ""I was trying to paint you."" The blush wasn't only because he'd been caught painting the art teacher. It was because until this very minute he hadn't realized himself that he'd been painting the art teacher.
+Clever woman that she was, Claire instantly realized she'd been looking at her fishing trip all wrong. She'd been trying to land a whale when there was a very nice trout flopping around on the ground right in front of her.
+* * * *
+They fucked after class, not at Claire's place, where Nathan had assumed they were going, but at Nathan and Jesse's apartment. Not that he had assumed they were going to Claire's place because he knew he was going to get lucky. Jesse had him believing that being with a woman wasn't lucky. But Claire was a take charge sort of woman; she ran circles around him, and he was wrapped in her web without even fully knowing what was going to happen other than that drink he'd been thinking about having with her.
+Claire hadn't been any more clear about where they were going to do what than Nathan was. Until almost the very last minute, when she saw Nathan—saw him, really for the first time—and took in how young and virile and handsome he was in the nude, Claire had thought this getting into Nathan and Jesse's apartment was a ploy to get ever closer to the world of Jesse. But there, in Nathan's bedroom, in light of the worship and awe in the young man's eyes when Claire had disrobed, she was lost in the moment—and to any other man being in the world than this young, innocent hunk named Nathan.
+It quickly became obvious that Nathan had not had sex with anyone but himself before. To a mature cougar like Claire this was like squirting gasoline on a bonfire. She went at him like a female form of the Energizer Bunny.
+Nathan was immediately captured by the revelation that Claire was when she knelt between his open thighs as he sat on the bed and made his engorging cock—the size and thickness of which she praised to his blushing joy—disappear and then reappear in the cleavage of her breasts as he felt the hardness of her nipples press into the folds where his abdomen met his thighs on either side.
+Her kisses as her swaying breasts infolded his manhood were sweet, running from tender to ravenous and setting him ablaze—in ways Jesse had caused him to imagine their coupling someday would be.
+Claire was almost frenetic in her lovemaking—keeping ahead of any thought of position or activity that the novice Nathan might have had by moving from one inventive, inflaming, and athletic position to the next. Nathan didn't know what would come next—only that she was taking him to heights of lust and consuming desire that he had no idea existed.
+When Jesse entered the apartment and, hearing the groaning, approached the half-open door to Nathan's bedroom, Nathan was on his back, gripping the headboard over his head with white-knuckled fists, as Claire, crouched over his thighs, lowered her lips over his cock.
+Jesse's interest and lust were immediately engaged. The woman had a voluptuous body—and she certainly knew how to use it. How old was she? he wondered. Had there been a typo on her résumé? But then suddenly that didn't matter. She was a siren—and a talented one at that. Having sucked Nathan to his first ejaculation, she had moved up his body; pressed her V into Nathan's face as he lay on his back, gripping the headboard rungs; and both instructed and guided him to where both of them could flip their pleasure up into the stratosphere.
+Just her husky voice in giving instruction and moaning her pleasure as Nathan learned from her caused Jesse to unzip himself and start to join in the sensuality of the scene to the limited, frustrating extent he could.
+If only that was him lying under the vixen, he thought. But then he shook his head. Wasn't she sixty? Well, if she was, he continued to think as his cock thickened and lengthened in his hand and started to leak, she had kept her body in much better condition than any of those middle-aged women in his class had.
+Thinking of those women, though, brought a whole new line of contemplation into Jesse's mind. He had been concentrating on the young women in his class at the edge of the realm of the light his own glowing personality had radiated out into the world. All of the women his age and younger were emaciated models and thin exerciseaholics now that he thought of it. He had condescended to respond with favor to their obvious and usually openly expressed desires that he possess them, fuck them, let them worship his hard body and movie star looks. And yet had they satisfied him? Didn't most of them just lay there like lumps, letting him do what he wanted with them, but, in their own way, just taking, not giving? Hadn't the older women he'd let seduce him been better fucks? Wasn't their experience and easy openness to the coupling, their expertise in drawing his lust out, been more satisfying?
+Why hadn't he thought of this before?
+Watching this woman, this voluptuous siren, milking the young Nathan—straddling him now and riding his cock, bringing deeper moans from him than she was emitting, drawing a second ejaculation out of him—Jesse found himself fountaining his seed down his pant legs and onto the floor.
+She was beautiful and supple. Why hadn't he noticed this before? Speaking of movie stars, she reminded him of one. Not one of the scarecrow types now popular but someone from an earlier, more sensual period of the movies. Who could it be? He had no idea.
+He had been carried away by his thoughts. He looked up now to see that the woman had reversed herself on Nathan's cock, facing his feet now, her hands gripping his raised knees and rising and falling hard and fast on the cock as Nathan writhed under her and grunted his pleasure and complete capitulation to her control. The energy and joy with which she fucked the young man tore Jesse's heart out. He had to have some of this for himself.
+He was shocked to see that she was looking at him, seeing him in the doorway, giving him a withering ""what the hell are you looking at, little boy?"" look. He turned and fled to his room, seeking out the mirror above his bureau, intent on regaining something he sensed he'd lost without having an inkling what that was.
+He continued to feel the loss over the next week as, although Nathan was still in the apartment, he was no longer hanging on every word Jesse said. And when Jesse tossed his dirty socks on the living room floor, they were still there the next time he walked through the room. And when he showed up for a meal, he found Nathan already eating the single serving he had made.
+Something had happened in Jesse's world. Something he didn't understand. Something he'd try to pretend hadn't happened.
+* * * *
+The ninth session of the Wednesday-night community activities classes didn't happen. Jesse was already in the exercise classroom when the thunderstorm outside reached a pitch that blacked the lights out. No students had arrived yet; they all were waiting out the storm before coming out on the roads.
+At 7:48, however. Jesse heard a door out in the corridor open and he groped his way out into the half light of the hallway.
+She was standing there, beautiful and voluptuous, her red hair cascading around her expertly painted face, an assured, pouting, highly sensual smile meeting his glazed ""why am I only now seeing this?"" gaze. She had just walked out of the door to the art class. Under her arm was an unframed canvas covered with a painting of a gorgeous redhead, the head of the woman painted framed as if in the window of a door, her eyes imploring yet all knowing.
+He started to say something, but then the door to the street opened and Nathan stepped into the hallway. He was carrying a suitcase that obviously was heavy from the way he listed to the side as he hefted it. Jesse's eyes narrowed as he saw the sloppy, dopey grin on the young man's face.
+""The storm knocked the electricity out,"" Jesse said, turning his face toward Claire and away from the rare personal defeat of what he saw in the besotted young man, having quickly figured out why his dirty socks were still on the living room floor.  
+""Apparently so,"" Claire answered in a husky, in-control voice.
+The combination of the curves of her body and her husky voice made Jesse start to go hard. He squared his superbly muscled shoulders. He was still the unparalleled Jesse. He could still have anything and anyone he really wanted. ""There won't be any classes tonight. So, maybe we could go to your place for that drink now,"" Jesse said, his voice hoarse with desire.
+""I rather think not,"" Clair answered with a laugh. She put her arm through Nathan's.
+""No class tonight, sweetie,"" she said, turning to Nathan. ""Let's go home. We have free time and I know just what we can do with it. If you're the last one out of the building, Jesse, I assume you know how to lock up."""
+59,F2: Absolute Pitch,MSTarot,Chain Stories,2013-08-07,2013-08-07,2022-01-08 03:48:03,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f2-absolute-pitch,"Not caring he's played her heart, now he will play for her.","['Caught', 'College', 'Fawc', 'Love', 'Masturbation', 'Music', 'Mystery Basket', 'Piano', 'Stage', 'Vibrator']",4.66,"**Fawc 2 : Absolute Pitch**
+ _(Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered around a random determination of four ""mystery ingredients."" There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.)_
+   (The mystery ingredients were Arrogant, music/rhyme, energetic, and game/toy.)
+* * * *
+""You realize Charles Schulz is spinning in his grave from laughter, right?"" says Terra from behind me with a hint of a snicker. When I don't respond she sighs and pats my shoulder. I listen to her heels tapping on the floor behind me as she walks away. Her shoes making the last sounds in the concert hall... other than him.
+It's very late at night. Most everyone is at one of the school victory parties. They are going on all over the campus. The football players won the big game against our major in state rival today. They even won by an impressive score, a true 'butt whooping'. Everyone is celebrating, except for me... and him.
+His name is Chris Doran. He is a virtuoso level piano player. A blond haired piano player...
+...and my name is Lucy. The irony of it is not lost on me in the least, I didn't need Terra pointing it out. It's an irony that has followed me for half my life. You see I've been in love with him for that long.
+When was the first time I heard him play? More than a decade ago. His parents had rented the small apartment above our garage. My Mom and Dad renovated the place and let in boarders to try and earn some more money in the tight economy. Usually it rented to single guy coming here to the local college for classes. Some of them had been nice enough boys... some however were creeps that were always trying to hit on my mom when dad wasn't around.
+Then Chris's family had taken the place. His mom was a RN in training, his dad an Engineering student. They hired my Mom to 'baby' sit Chris between the time when he got out of school each day and they got home. Mostly that entailed him sitting at our kitchen table doing his homework till they pulled up and he could go home. More often than not I would be sitting there with him, struggling with my own homework.
+One time while we were working on our history together, Mom had called out to the two of us to come help her in the living room. When we walked in we could see her trying to pull grandma's old upright piano out from the wall. The thing weighed a ton and it's wooden caster hadn't rolled in my lifetime. The bare wall behind it told me that the thumb tacks had come out of the cheep wood paneling while she was dusting, and that the peacock tapestry had fallen behind the piano, yet again. I think that must have happened at least four times a year as I was growing up in that house.
+We helped her shift it out from the wall, with Chris doing the most of the lifting. Then after she had rehung it, without dusting it first I had to point out, we moved it back. It was then that mom saw him running his hands almost longingly across the wooden key cover. She asked him if he could play.
+He had nodded. He told us his grandfather had taught him how to play. He hadn't played though since the funeral. Mom, with a sniffle, invited him to play if he wished.
+As he sat down I had expected to hear maybe some variation of 'chop sticks'.
+What came from his hands dropped more than one jaw in the house. Dad came walking into the room to ask us to turn down the TV and stood there as stunned as Mom and me. I learned much later that he was playing Frederic Chopin's Fantaisie... his grandfathers favorite song. At the time I knew it only to be the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. I stood there in awe of this boy, my own age, and the fact that he could do what I could never do if I was to study piano for the rest of my life.
+My mom talked to his mom that night. My family helped to pay for him to have music lessons. The first teacher had to pass him on to a second teacher though within a week. Chris already knew everything he was trying to teach him. It came out that the grandfather had been a jazz player back in the forties, then he played a pipe organ player at his church every Sunday till his death.
+He had taught his grandson everything he knew.
+That young man was being called a prodigy before he was 12. I heard the term 'Virtuoso' applied to Chris even before our senior year in high school. It had been well before then that the beauty of his playing had attracted me to him. It may have even started that very first day.
+Leaning on the door of the college's main auditorium, looking down into the hall, I listen to him now. He's been coming here every day this week and playing till midnight if not later. The massive grand piano fills this hall with glorious sound at his command. Every note seems to drift up towards the ceiling, floating like snow flakes of sound, till they drift back down like a musical rain. Chris had only to play the piano here once and the school's music conductor had given him a key to the auditorium. Something that I've since learned has to be unheard of in the history of the school.
+Looking down by my feet my eyes go to the little wooden wedge stuck under the bottom of the door to hold it propped open. A slight push and a sweep of my foot and it's gone. As I step inside the door closes behind me, my hand keeping it silent. I almost chuckle at that. I'm not wanting to interrupt him but I'm about to go interrupt him more than he has ever been before.
+I make my way down to the stage slowly with only determination keeping my feet moving. Rejection, after rejection from him through all the years of high school has not deterred me from the hunt. He had taken no interest in the things that most boys liked. Cars, sports... girls. The fact he never dated anyone was a major joke in the high school locker rooms. A vile joke.
+To stop it I had told people he and I had been on several dates. But that was a lie. I had asked him out the first week of our freshman year.
+He said no.
+When I had asked him to go to homecoming with me,a few weeks later.
+He said no.
+Then I asked him to take me to the prom.
+He said no.
+Year after year, he said no.
+I guess I shouldn't feel especially slighted, after all he said no to all the girls. I did though, feel that way. I was the first 'girl' to see him as something worth paying attention to. I should have at least gotten some kind of privileged attention from that. Something... anything.
+As I walk down to the stage I see him notice me, but he doesn't stop playing. Hell, he doesn't even miss a note. Dressed as beautifully and sexy as I can manage and I'm not worth a single missed note?
+I'll have to change his mind.
+Up the three steps, across the stage, my eyes never leaving him till I come to stand next to him. I let my hand run along the inside of the grand feeling the vibrations of his music in the wood.
+""What do you want, Lucy? I'm busy,"" he doesn't even look up from the keys.
+""You.""
+He gives a little huff and keeps play.
+""Not interested.""
+""In just me or in all women?"" I ask with a flirty pout. That causes him to look up but he doesn't stop playing.
+""All. I don't have the time to waste. Now, if your question is answered... I'm busy."" he starts to play louder to drown me out.
+Reaching into the case of the grand I let my hand come to rest on the strings, silencing several of them. I see him look up in outrage.
+""Busy with what?"" I ask taking my hand out and letting my fingers brush the oily feeling away. ""Your piano needs dusted. You're losing some of your sound quality to it.""
+""I have a performance to do Friday night. Now, would you please leave me to practice?""
+""No."" I look over the clam-shell stage lights to the rows of empty chairs. ""What kind of performance?""
+""If you must know I'm being evaluated as a pledge for Phi Mu Alpha Sinfonia. If they like how well I can play I will get offered a chance to be a member.""
+""Chris, I could take a hammer and break your right hand and they would still beg you to join, on their hands and knees."" I lean on the edge and look down at his hands hovering over the keys. I move my hand to the folded up edge of the key cover and he yanks his fingers back. I smile as the piano goes quiet. ""I would never break something so beautiful.""
+He sighs exasperated.
+""What do you want, Lucy? I really don't have time for this.""
+I look down into his eyes, those big beautiful blue eyes. Then I follow that sexy nose to those lips I tried to kiss once. Memories of that day stand out as a moment of stark failure in my life. He hadn't pulled away but he had looked at me like I was a slug. The fury of that insult still sits just under the skin but I feel it slipping away as I let my eyes go lower across that strong jaw, down that throat I want to nibble at, down to the open 'V' of his shirt. That pale hint of hair on his chest. Where does it end? I want to follow it to there and find out. I want to...
+""""Lucy!""
+Looking back up at his face I find those baby blues again.
+""I want you... to play for me.""
+""Then go take a seat."" he jerks his thumb towards the empty rows.
+I give my head a shake.
+Turning I move to the prop bar of the grand and placing my hand on the top I give it a lift. The top of the piano closes as I move the prop, folding it into the case. I bring down the top shutting it tight.
+""What are you doing?"" he demands starting to rise.
+""You're going to play for me, Chris. I've hunted you since we were kids. I've tried everything I know to get you to be with me. I've asked you out till I'm tired of hearing no. I'm sick of my wants being ignored. Tonight you're going to play for me.""
+Reaching behind me I catch the zipper of my dress and pull it down. I see his face, those gorgeous eyes opening wide, as I run the zipper down to my ass. With a shrug of my shoulders the loose cloth falls away to the floor.
+""Lucy!""
+Turning away from him I place my hands on the top of the piano and hop up. The wood is cold under my bare ass cheeks. Stretching out a bit I lean back on my elbows and look down the full length of my naked body at him.
+""You're going to play for me tonight, Chris."" I smirk. ""We're going to see just how good you are. A really skilled piano player wouldn't let a little thing like me distract him from his... art.""
+""Lucy, get dress and go. I don't have any interest in you... naked or otherwise."" he looks away his eyes going to the sheet music on the holder. I see him get angry then. He grabs it and presents it towards me. "" MUSIC! All you women ever do is try to take me away from it. I tried dating back in high school, you know that. I took out, oh what was her name? Patty? All she wanted was for me to pay attention to her all night. And your no better! Look at you. Even now you're wanting my attention.""
+""No. I'm not. I don't want your attention."" I open my legs a bit, his eyes drop then quickly look back up. I'm smirking at his lack of control. ""I simply want you to play for me. Like this.""
+He just looks at me for a second then shakes his head. With a soul deep sigh he sits back down he starts to play the music before him.
+I listen to it, feeling the music rise up through the wooden top and into me.
+""Hum... I don't think that will do it,"" I says after a minute or so. Sitting up I, parting my legs wide, lean forward and pick up the sheet from his holder and look at the heading on the top. Smiling I give him a look, his eyes snapping up from my crotch. ""Do you really think a girl can cum to Mozart?""
+""Wha...What?""
+Letting the papers fall from my fingers to waft down like falling leaves to the stage floor, I lean back and let my hand run between my legs. My fingers parting my lips to his view.
+""I want you to make me cum... by playing. I don't think you can do it. Only a really good piano player, a 'true' virtuoso, could make the necessary vibrations to get a woman off.""
+I know where his eyes are as I stroke the lips, then brush my clit. I can feel that I am very wet. My fingers leave a shiny trail of my juices across my bare shaved mound, then up onto my belly. My hand cups my breast, squeezing the nipple.
+""Have you completely lost your mind, Lucy?""
+""See... I knew you couldn't do it.""
+Under me I suddenly feel the powerful vibrations of the piano. They thrum through the wood case, the muted sounds drifting up through the wooded top.
+""Oh... Beethoven. Now that might have the power if you have the skill,"" I say squirming my ass a bit till I'm happy with how I feel. ""Good thing you have that memorized. I don't think your eyes would be on sheet music.""
+Looking over my breasts I see him look down quickly. I chuckle and lean back.
+Stretching out on the wood under me, a smooth constant pressure against my back, it soon takes on the feeling of a vibrating back massager. It's rising and falling patterns go to work relaxing and loosening up the whole of my body. I'm vibrating with his playing.
+I silently breath a sigh of relief then. I had worried that this wouldn't work and that I might have to masturbate or even fake an orgasm while stretched out here. I squirm my ass against the wood feeling every note against my tail bone. The vibrations carried by that bone go deep into my core, sending dozens of pleasurable messages to my brain. The ones that attracts the most attention are of course from the ones closest to the wooden top. There I'm growing wetter by the second.
+I can feel when he shifts keys, every note a different pulse of vibration. They run deeper than any that I have ever felt before, striking nerves all along my spine, shoulders, hips and even to the balls of my feet when I lift my legs and place my feet flat on the top of the piano. I open my legs even more grinding downward to try and feel more of the music. As good as this feels it is almost more like teasing.
+""Beethoven couldn't hear this music when he wrote it, he had to feel it. He had to play hard so he could feel it. Can you do that Chris? Can you play hard and make me feel it?"" I ask softly. ""Let me feel your talent.""
+I truly moan as he begins to all but pound the keys with a far more aggressive playing. Vibrations before too small to feel now come to life and the ones I had been feeling suddenly soar too far grander heights.
+Licking my lips I leave my mouth parted, seeking more air. I'm letting my body take me to where it want to now., If I squirm, writhe, moan or beg so be it. I'm naked and wanting a man that doesn't want me. Well, he can satisfy me in the only way that he enjoys. I'll take what I can get at this point.
+Looking between my breasts and spread legs I see his face is flushed, his lips are also parted. He is panting nearly as hard as I am. When he see me looking he looks away again.
+""Please ... look if you want to. Do you like what you see? Am I not the most beautiful sheet music you've ever read?"" I open my leg wider, then wider still, as I see him look up. I feel my lips part for his gaze. I know I must be glistening to his eyes. ""Can you read me Chris or are my notes to difficult for your skills?""
+I see his lip quirks up into a near snarl. I feel him all but redouble what he's doing but still it's not enough.
+""I don't think Beethoven's is going to do it. Try something maybe a little faster.""
+There is a sudden up swell of vibration, I'm washed over me in a growing wave of music.
+""Oh my god! What is that... I've heard it before.""
+""O Fortuna. It's by Carl Orff.""
+""Ohhh...Oh my...oh yes. I remember it now. Excalibur. They used it in the movie Excalibur.""
+""Yes they did."" I hear his words, they sound throaty. Looking down he is looking me in the eyes this time. I want to cheer when he asks, ""Does it feel good?""
+I smile at him.
+""It feels incredible. More. I want more,"" reaching down I part my lips fully letting my finger just brush my clit. I can feel it and the whole of me vibrating to the pounding passion of his playing. Our eyes are locked on each other as I circle my clit to get it wet for him to look at. His eyes drop to my pussy.
+""Like it?"" I ask again.
+""Yes.""
+""It could be yours. Yours to have, yours to touch... to taste.""
+He looks down and after a second shakes his head. His hand are flying across the whole of the piano's keys.
+Laying back my head I look up at the over head lights. All but two are off. I wish suddenly they were all on. To feel the warm heat of the lights caressing me as I gasp out my joy in music. Turning my head I look across the empty seat. Oh how the desire to have them be not empty fills me suddenly. To be here, him playing, me moaning to a packed crowd of people.
+I let that fantasy play as he moves from song to song. I lay my head back and grind my hips and ass towards him, driving them into the music. I hear the great works of a dozen of composers, some I know. Chopin, Rachmaninoff, Brahms. Others I can not guess at but I bless them for the power of their composing and the skill at which this, their very Avatar after death, can brings them back to life to give me pleasure. That the great Masters of Music are having their way with me comes to me then. Oh, what a thought to be taken with as I shift on the piano top. Sweat and my passion have made the wooden top under my ass wet, I slip and slide easily, my feet firmly planted.
+Faster and faster he plays, harder and harder his hands hit the key notes. Driving them into the keys so hard I feel them almost like they are touching me. Every note running across my body, music licks at me, caresses me, it reaches into me and takes hold of me. I bring my hands to my breast and squeeze and twist at my nipples till they are sore. It feels so good the more I do it the more I want to do it.
+""Harder."" I beg him as I feel myself growing close.
+The classics start to fall away as the heart and root of his oldest teachings start to surface. The jazz piano playing of his grandfather comes back alive under his hands.
+Sitting up I press my wet lips down onto the hot wood as hard as I can. I'm looking him in the eyes our lips separate by only feet. He stands up in a rush, the stool behind him goes clattering away. His eyes are all over me as he is all but attacking the piano. I feel it building in my body, in my core, in my heart.
+""Oh my god Chris, I'm going to cum. Oh yes. Oh you've done it!""
+As I feel the breaking waves of pleasure riding up the musical notes. I clutch at the piano trying to hold myself still but cant help but squirm. I want to feel all the more of it's beauty, even while I grind into the wood, that slick glossy wood that rubbing my lips like a lovers tongue. No toy, not finger, nor hand has ever had me this balanced between need and desire.
+A scream of primal lust tears it's way from my mouth as I fall over the edge and start to drown in his powerful playing. Music lifts me out of my body to float. I'm left hanging by wires of sex and desire to the shivering, twitching, bit of flesh that is all but weeping with the sweet agony of desires satisfied after so many a long night's wishing.
+As the music ends I sink back down onto the wooden top, floating softly into several moments of warm darkness.
+When my eyes slowly open I look to him. His hands have left the keys. They rest on the wood just in front of my open wet sex, palms flat holding him. He is leaning forwards till his crotch is all but driven into the piano.
+He is panting for air.
+I sit up till my face is right in front of his. With a smile I close the distance my lips finding those lips that I have desired to kiss for more than half my life. His breath is hot, his face flushed with that same heat as my hands catch him and pull his head to my lips harder.  
+Then I hear it. A slow single clapping pair of hands!
+Turning Chris loose I look in horror to my musical appreciation teacher, Mr. Franklin, walking his way down the aisle of empty seats. The earlier desire to have an audience has fled with my orgasm. I squeak in embarrassment and scurry over the side of the piano and hide myself behind it.
+""A masterful performance Miss. Van Pelt. And you as well Mr. Doran. I have never heard you play with that much passion. Truly your greatest performance to date.""
+He stops at the edge of the stage looking up. I have myself hidden behind the piano while Chris is standing there looking shame faced.
+He smiles at Chris, then looks to me.
+""Perhaps you should take up drama next semester Miss Van Pelt. That was a work of true artistry how well you managed to break through the shell of arrogant pride that our young prodigy here has grown over the years. However...,"" Mr. Franklin looks back to Chris. ""I think that the rest of this concerto should be performed somewhere other, than on the top of my piano.""
+""Yes sir."" we both say it in an embarrassed whisper.
+He smiles and give a silent clap then turns to leave, then stops looking back. I duck back down having almost stood up.
+""Mr. Doran, one more thing. You are not, no matter how skilled your playing is, Jerry Lee Lewis. Don't you ever kick over my piano stool again.""
+Chris turns redder than I am. He nods letting his head drop. He doesn't see the smile. Nor the way the Mr Franklin winks at me.
+I watch my teacher walking up the rows of seat. I hear him chuckle. He is laughing loud enough for us to hear by the time he goes through the door and it closes with an echoing boom.
+Chris is looking at me when I glance over at him. I stand up and move my hand away so he can see me. His eyes take in all of my body again. Looking down I notice that the hard bulge he had when he kissed me has faded away.
+'"" love you,"" I say to him then. ""I just want you to know that. I know you don't love me, but if you could find it in yourself to maybe just barely tolerate me... that would be enough for me... for now.""
+He takes a deep breath, let it out in a sigh and looks from me to the scattered pieces of sheet music that litter the floor. Bending down he picks up one by his foot.
+Feeling the absolute worst dejection I have ever felt I wipe the sudden flood of tears from my eyes and move to where I let my dress fall. Leaning down I gather it up.
+""Lucy... I can't love any girl. I'm married to my music.""
+I stop in the act of straightening out my dress and look back at him. He's holding that single sheet of music like it's all that's keeping him from screaming. Clutching my dress for a second the same way I let it fall again to the floor and step over to him. Pulling the paper from his finger I let it fall only to give a gasp when I take his hands and find his fingers are bloody.
+I lift his hand to my mouth and slowly places kiss after kiss on the red tips, the slight taste of copper washes my tongue when I wet my lips. I move his hand to my bare breast filling his palm with it. When I look down at it I see that the bulge has returned to his pants. I let my hand leave his and I cup that hard warmth.
+""If your married... then please let me to be your Mistress.""
+After several seconds his slow nod is a music to my heart far greater than any I heard tonight."
+60,F2: An Extra Ticket,PennLady,Chain Stories,2013-08-07,2013-08-07,2022-01-08 03:48:04,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f2-an-extra-ticket,A chance meeting and an extra ticket lead to something more.,"['Chicago', 'Fawc', 'Food', 'Mystery Basket', 'Romance', 'Soccer', 'Sports']",4.61,"**FAWC 2: An Extra Ticket**
+ _(Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered around a random determination of four ""mystery ingredients."" There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.)_
+(The mystery ingredients for this story were sarcasm, food, intellect and sport.)
+* * * *
+""What am I doing here?"" Jaden Connors grumbled to himself. It was freezing, his friend had apparently stood him up, and he had no ticket to get in. What a god-awful idea this had been.
+He turned to try to find his way back and stumbled when someone bumped into him.
+""Oh, I'm sorry. Excuse me."" A woman decked out in red and white except for the blue of her jeans looked up at him. ""I didn't see you there.""
+""Really? I would think I stick out like a sore thumb. I'm the only one that doesn't look like a candy cane.""
+She frowned. ""I said I was sorry. No need to be rude.""
+Jaden sighed and dragged a gloved hand over his face. ""Look, I'm sorry. This day has just—not at all gone the way it was supposed to.""
+Her frown faded and she smiled, all the way up to her green eyes. ""I've had those days. Here, let's step out of the way.""
+Jaden let her take him off the main pathway, slightly away from the rowdy but good-spirited crowd making its way into Toyota Park for the Chicago Fire's game against FC Dallas. Most were dressed in red and white, like the woman in front of him, to support the home team.
+""So what's the problem?"" the woman asked. ""I'm Kayla, by the way.""
+""Nice to meet you, Kayla. I'm Jaden Connors. And the problem is that I was supposed to meet someone here and they're not here. I am miles from home, I don't have my car, and I don't have a ticket. So I suppose I will get a cab, if they come all the way the hell out here.""
+""You could get a ticket,"" she pointed out.
+""I didn't come for the game,"" he said, impatience getting the better of him. ""I came to meet a friend of mine and take advantage of our company's box. If I'd wanted to be out in the cold I could have done that for free and closer to home.""
+Instead of walking away, which Jaden thought any other woman would have done when faced with his attitude, Kayla laughed.
+""You sure are having a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day, aren't you?""
+""Pardon?""
+She waved it off. ""Never mind. Kids' book. Tell you what, Jaden, I can help you.""
+""You can?"" He was skeptical. He didn't particularly need help; after all, he was perfectly capable of calling a cab.
+""I can. I can tell you where to go,"" here she paused for effect, ""to get a cab. Or . . . .""
+Jaden fought a smile. ""Or?""
+""Or,"" she continued, ""I can get you a ticket. If you go to the game, you won't have come all this way for nothing. What do you say?""
+""I say, 'Point me to a cab.'""
+""No, no."" She shook her head and the brown curly hair under her red-and-white hat swayed back and forth. ""You say, 'Hey, that sounds like fun. Let's go.'""
+Jaden narrowed his eyes. ""Why would I say that? I don't like soccer and I don't like the cold.""
+""What do you like, then?""
+""Being warm.""
+* * * *
+Kayla grinned. She couldn't help herself. Somewhere, underneath the grumbling exterior, she was sure there was a nice guy who would be fun if he loosened up.
+""You don't have to stay cold, you know,"" she told him. ""You can get coffee, hot chocolate, or the choice of most people, beer."" She studied him for a moment. He had dark hair to match his eyes. ""Wearing a hat would help, too.""
+""Why are you trying to convince me to go to the game?""
+""You came all the way out here and you look like you could use some fun. Besides, I have an extra ticket and you might as well use it.""
+""Why didn't you say that in the first place?""
+""It was more fun to convince you."" She laughed. ""So, do you want the ticket or not? You have anything better to do?"" she asked before he could refuse.
+Jaden pondered the question and laughed himself. ""No, I don't. All right, you win."" He shook his head and took the ticket she held out to him. ""You're pretty tenacious. You must be hell on car salesmen.""
+""No, that's my mom. I'm just in training.""
+They went into the stadium and while Jaden was tentative at first, he asked a few questions about the team and the game, then in the second half moved on to strategy. Kayla was amazed at how quickly he grasped the concepts. She'd played and watched soccer for years and didn't think she understood it as well as Jaden did after one game.
+When it was over, the score was three to one in favor of the Fire, and Kayla stood and cheered with the rest of the crowd. Jaden stood and clapped, and she thought he might even have enjoyed himself.
+She nudged him. ""That wasn't so bad, was it?""
+""It was okay."" When she gave him a look, he raised his hands in mock surrender. ""All right, all right. You win."" He grinned. ""That was a hell of a lot of fun.""
+""Hungry?"" she asked as they made their way out.
+""Does it matter?"" He gave her a wry look. ""Won't you just try to convince me to eat something if I say no?""
+""Probably. So, let's just skip all that and go to a little diner I know with the best pierogies in town.""
+""There's no such thing as a good pierogie, let alone a best one.""
+""Blasphemy!"" She smacked his arm. ""Come with me.""
+An hour later, Jaden conceded defeat once more. ""I have to learn not to argue with you. Those were indeed excellent pierogies.""
+""I am pretty stubborn. My mom used to say I'd argue with the Pope.""
+""And no doubt, you'd win.""
+Kayla shrugged. ""Well, it might be a draw. I hear the Pope is a smart guy.""
+Jaden shook his head and smiled. ""I'm curious, what do you do when you aren't browbeating people into attending soccer games and eating these potato pockets?""
+""You say that like it's a bad thing,"" Kayla teased. ""But if you must know, I work for the family business.""
+""You're in the mob?""
+She laughed; Jaden had a pretty good sense of humor now that he'd relaxed. ""No, nothing so exciting. My family owns Nowak Heating and Air Conditioning. My grandfather started it, now my dad runs it but Gramps keeps his hand in.""
+""You crawl around in air ducts?""
+""No, not my style and too dusty."" She shook her head. ""I handle the scheduling, help with the billing, things like that. What do you do?""
+""Biomedical stuff at Abbott Labs. I'm a researcher.""
+""Wow. Way beyond me. Suffice to say biology wasn't my favorite subject."" She made a face. ""I almost threw up when we had to dissect frogs.""
+""I don't deal with frogs,"" he assured her. ""It's all computers and microscopes and white walls.""
+""No wonder you needed to get out and do something. That would drive me crazy."" Kayla glanced at her watch. ""It's getting late, I'd better get home."" They paid the check and stepped outside, huddling into their jackets against the biting wind.
+""How far away are you?"" Jaden asked. ""Want to split a cab?""
+""No, I'll just take the El."" She nudged him with an elbow. ""I do want to say thanks, though. I had a fun day, thanks for going along with it.""
+""Surprisingly, I had fun, too.""
+They stopped at an El station entrance. Jaden held his hand out. ""It was nice to meet you, Kayla Nowak. Maybe we can meet up again sometime?""
+""Likewise, Jaden Connors, and I'd like that very much."" She pulled a business card and a pen out of her purse and wrote on the back of the card. ""There's my number and here's something to remember me by until you call."" She rose onto her tiptoes and kissed him.
+His lips were cold for a moment and then body heat conquered the winter cold. Kayla hesitated, then touched the tip of her tongue to his lips. He responded to the challenge by wrapping his arms around her and thrusting his tongue against hers. Kayla laughed inwardly as she brought her arms up around his neck, not backing down from the kiss.
+When they were finished, Jaden looked down at her, his dark eyes glinting. ""You're a piece of work, Kayla. But so am I.""
+* * * *
+""Tell me more!"" Theresa Jablonski, the other receptionist at Nowak Heating, leaned over her desk. ""Did you go home with him?""
+""No!"" Kayla scolded. Never mind that she had thought about doing just that. She'd almost suggested it after that kiss, but had made herself take a step back. ""Come on, I don't do that!""
+""But you said he's cute, and smart! God, a doctor!""
+""Not that kind of a doctor,"" Kayla reminded her. Jaden had handed her his own business card and she'd looked at it on the train home. When she saw the ""Ph.D."" after his name, she'd been a little awed.
+Maybe she should toss the number, she thought. She didn't consider herself dumb by any means, but the business degree she'd worked for didn't compete with a doctorate.
+""But—wait."" Theresa picked up the phone. ""Nowak Heating, this is Theresa, how can I help you?""
+Kayla busied herself with checking the daily schedule, seeing if anything needed to be canceled or rescheduled. They were in a slower period, which was good. The cold snaps in December and January and the heat waves in the summers kept their technicians on the go constantly, but as spring approached and the weather warmed, the pace slowed a little.
+Her mind wandered back to Jaden. She wanted to see him again, but could she hold his interest? Soccer and pierogies were fun, but not much to build on if there wasn't anything else.
+""Hey, Kayla!"" A loud voice ripped her from her thoughts and she winced.
+She took a breath. ""Hi, Mickey.""
+""What's on tap for today, babe?""
+""Don't call me 'babe.' I'm printing out the schedule now.""
+If Mickey wasn't her father's best friend's son, she'd have let him have it long ago. Ever since he'd been moved up to a supervisory position, he thought he was the best thing since sliced bread. He also seemed to think it entitled him to Kayla. He'd started calling her things like ""baby"" and ""sweetheart,"" which she didn't like on several levels, not least because it was unprofessional.
+Kayla had told him flat out to stop, but he hadn't. He seemed to think she'd ""come around"" and she didn't appreciate it. When he'd tried to kiss her, she'd slapped him but he looked bemused instead of offended.
+She'd told her father about Mickey's treatment, but he hadn't acted as she'd hoped. ""He's my friend's son,"" her father had said. ""He's a good boy, Kayla. Just ignore him and he'll move on.""
+Well, he hadn't moved on and Kayla was sick of it.
+""Here, Mickey."" She held out the papers but kept her eyes on her monitor, hoping he'd take the hint.
+""Thanks, babe.""
+""Don't call me that,"" Kayla said through gritted teeth.
+As though he hadn't heard her, he went on. ""I'll pick you up for lunch, okay? See you later.""
+""I have plans,"" she replied, but he was on his way out and didn't hear her.
+""You have lunch plans?"" Theresa asked in surprise. Kayla tended to eat quickly in the break room.
+""I will."" Kayla pulled out Jaden's card and punched in the numbers.
+* * * *
+Jaden flipped Kayla's card over his fingers, wondering if he should call or wait a while. He had a break, so the timing was good for him, but it might not be for her.
+""Hey, Jaden, did you get the trial results back?"" His coworker, Mark Callahan, poked his head in the door. Mark's blond hair, which was untamed at the best of times, looked especially so today. Jaden wondered how it could defy gravity like that.
+""No, not yet. I wasn't expecting it until this afternoon, or maybe tomorrow. Any problems?""
+""Don't think so. Just checking."" Mark nodded and made to leave but Jaden called him back.
+""Hey, Mark, what happened on Saturday?""
+""What?""
+""Saturday. The soccer game. We were supposed to meet and go to the box and all?""
+""Oh, wow."" Mark smacked his forehead. ""I am really sorry, man. My mom called last minute the night before because my dad was sick and I couldn't get in touch with you.""
+""Couldn't get in touch?"" Jaden gave him a baleful look. ""Right, because it's not like we have these nifty little phones that let you call people from just about anywhere. Not like you can write a text message or anything.""
+""Hey,"" Mark said defensively, ""I said I was sorry. Truth is, I took my phone with me and the battery ran out and I actually don't know your phone number. That's why it's stored, so I don't have to remember it. You probably don't know mine, either.""
+""Yeah, true. Okay, sorry. Didn't mean to take it out on you. How's your dad?""
+Mark came in and sat on Jaden's extra chair. ""He's okay, thanks. Needs rest, mostly. So, what did you do?""
+""Believe it or not, I met this woman who had an extra ticket and I went to the game.""
+""Really? Damn. How come that never happens to me?""
+""Because you're married.""
+""Ah, right."" Mark nodded and popped up out of the chair. ""So what next? Are you going to see her again?""
+""I have her number."" Jaden held up the card. ""I'm thinking I might call her. We had fun.""
+""Ha!"" Mark was triumphant. ""I told you it would be a good idea to go to the game!"" He left before Jaden could reply.
+Jaden stared after his friend for a moment, then studied the card again. The game had been a good idea, if only because he'd met Kayla. Who was he to stand in the way of a good idea?
+* * * *
+""Hello, this is Jaden Connors.""
+Kayla was relieved when he answered the phone and savored the sound of his voice for a moment. ""Hi, Jaden. This is Kayla.""
+""Hi. Guess you saved me the trouble of wondering whether I should call you.""
+She smiled. ""I guess so. I was thinking since I helped you out the other day, maybe you can return the favor.""
+Jaden laughed. ""Helped me out?""
+""Sure. You needed to get out and relax, and I helped.""
+""Is that what happened?""
+""Never mind,"" Kayla said. ""Listen, I do need to ask you a favor.""
+""Shoot.""
+""Are you free for lunch? Today?""
+""I don't know. Hold on."" She heard tapping and guessed he was looking at an online schedule. ""Actually, I am. Were you planning a trip out here?""
+""Oh, I forgot you worked out there."" Kayla was disappointed; Abbott Labs was outside the city and not terribly conducive to spur-of-the-moment lunch dates. She should have realized. ""Never mind.""
+""Is something wrong?"" Jaden sounded concerned.
+""No, I'm just trying to avoid someone."" She sighed. ""It's okay, I'll just make myself scarce.""
+""Why did you call me? To see me or to avoid someone else?"" He didn't sound angry, but genuinely curious.
+""Can't it be both?""
+He laughed. ""I suppose. Tell you what, you're in luck. I am free for lunch, I need to run some errands anyway, and it should all work out.""
+""I can meet you halfway,"" she offered.
+They worked out a place and time to meet and Kayla hung up, relieved.
+""I guess you have plans,"" Theresa said. ""And not with Mickey.""
+""I can't stand him,"" Kayla grumbled. She took a deep breath. ""Yes, I do.""
+""With the doctor?""
+""Yes.""
+""Okay. Remember: if he has a brother, I want to know.""
+* * * *
+""At last, the damsel in distress."" Jaden grinned as Kayla stepped out of a cab and hurried over. He held his arms out. ""Your knight in shining armor is here.""
+""Where?"" Kayla craned her neck and looked around him.
+""Very funny. I'm not the one who called up begging for help.""
+""I wasn't begging."" Kayla strode past him as he held the door to the restaurant open. ""I was asking with urgency.""
+Once they were seated and had placed their orders, Jaden leaned back in his chair. ""I can't imagine what sent the intrepid Kayla running for cover. Tell me. I'm dying of curiosity.""
+She glared at him and fiddled with her napkin. Jaden knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help enjoying her discomfort. She'd been so forward the other day, so fearless, that the idea of her hiding from someone made no sense.
+Kayla huffed out a breath and tugged at the ends of her hair. ""There's this guy at work and he's got a thing for me. So today after he pulled his usual Neanderthal act, he informed me we were going to lunch. I decided I had other plans.""
+""You decided I had other plans as well, hmm?"" He raised an eyebrow.
+""I did ask first,"" she pointed out, ""and I said you didn't have to come.""
+Jaden nodded in acknowledgement of her point and the conversation halted as the server brought their food. Jaden grinned when he saw Kayla's pierogies. They remained quiet as they ate and Jaden turned over Kayla's words for a few minutes. He didn't like them.
+""Who is this guy that bothers you at work? And can't you tell the boss? Wait—you said you worked for your family, right?""
+""His name is Mickey Dalton,"" Kayla said. ""He's my dad's friend's son and yes, I have told my dad. My dad is a good guy, but he's got the 'boys will be boys' attitude. He doesn't think it's any big deal, that it's just the way Mickey is and he doesn't mean any harm.""
+""What do you think?""
+""I think Mickey is a jerk. He thinks that since my dad owns the company, and our dads are friends, that gives him some kind of claim on me.""
+Jaden didn't like that idea any more than Kayla did. ""Want me to come down and have a talk with him?""
+Kayla stopped with her fork halfway to her mouth and gaped at him. Then she put the fork down and laughed herself silly. ""Oh my God,"" she said when she could breathe again. ""I don't know whether you're being sweet, serious, or crazy."" She wiped at her eyes. ""Either way, I appreciate the offer.""
+He grinned. ""Maybe I was being all three.""
+""I'll be fine."" She waved it away. ""I've been thinking of getting another job anyway. I love working with family, though, and Mickey's more hot air than anything.""
+Jaden frowned. ""Problem with that is sometimes guys like that are more than hot air.""
+""I'll be okay,"" she repeated. ""If he gets out of hand I'll get out and tell my dad, and he'll handle it.""
+""Hmmm."" Jaden let it go.
+The rest of the lunch was more enjoyable than he'd expected. Kayla was fun to talk to and made him laugh. She was a welcome change from the white-walled lab he spent so much time in. As he had been at the soccer game, he was glad she'd talked him into coming.
+""Thanks, Jaden,"" she said as they walked out. ""I appreciate your meeting me, and I had a lot of fun.""
+""Me, too. Come on, let's get a cab and get you back to work."" He hailed a taxi and held the door for her, pleased when she smiled at him in thanks. When they arrived at the office, he stepped out with her. ""I always walk a lady to the door,"" he said against her protests. She shrugged and walked in.
+The office was set up to be warm and comfortable. There was pale wood paneling on the walls on which hung a few pictures of the Chicago skyline. A couch and two chairs covered in light blue fabric were arranged around a coffee table. Against the far wall was an empty desk Jaden assumed was Kayla's, and a pretty blond woman sat at another one near the door.
+""Hi, Kayla,"" the blonde said. She looked at Jaden and grinned, then glanced back at Kayla. ""So this is the doctor, I see.""
+""No, I'm not a doctor. I mean—""
+Kayla interrupted. ""We know."" She smiled at him. ""I saw the Ph.D. on your card; that's pretty impressive.""
+""Thanks.""
+""Hey, Theresa, where's the¬—"" A man that Jaden knew had to be Mickey Dalton came out of a back hallway. Mickey had short hair, a square jaw and a five o'clock shadow. Jaden judged the other man to be a little shorter than his own six feet, with a stocky build and broad shoulders. He didn't look pleased.
+""Hey, Kayla, I thought we were going to lunch."" Mickey glanced from Kayla to Jaden.
+""No, we weren't,"" she said firmly and turned to the woman at the desk. ""Theresa, this is Jaden Connors. Jaden, this is Theresa Jablonski, our receptionist.""
+""Nice to meet you,"" Theresa said.  
+""I'm Mickey Dalton,"" Mickey cut in.
+""Kayla mentioned you."" Jaden nodded and noted that the other man didn't offer to shake hands; neither did he.
+""She didn't mention you,"" Mickey shot back.
+""She did to me,"" said Theresa. ""Here's the work order, Mickey."" She held out a piece of paper that Mickey took without looking.
+""Well, I have to go. Thanks for lunch, Kayla."" Jaden leaned down and kissed her. ""I'll call you later."" He nodded to the others. ""Good-bye, Theresa, Mickey.""
+Mickey's face got dark and he stalked out of the room. Theresa murmured a good-bye, glancing at Kayla and then down at her desk, not bothering to hide a smile.
+Jaden walked towards the door, taking one of Kayla's hands in his so that she'd follow.
+""What was that for?"" she asked.
+""What? I can't kiss you? You kissed me first,"" he told her, pleased when she laughed. ""Anyway, it was because I wanted to, like I want to call you later and see you again.""
+""I'd like that.""
+Jaden was still smiling as he walked outside to hail a cab.
+* * * *
+The following Sunday, Jaden pointedly refused the Chicago Fire knit hat Kayla held out to him.
+""Oh, come on,"" she said. ""It will keep you warm and show some home team support.""
+""I'd look ridiculous."" He kept his hands in his pockets.
+""So what? So does everyone else.""
+""You'll be warm.""
+""I'm fine.""
+Kayla gave him a coy look and took a chance. ""I'll think it's sexy.""
+He raised an eyebrow. ""You will?""
+""Sure.""
+""All right."" He held out his hand for the hat and put it on. ""There, how's that?""
+""Rrrowr.""
+""Oh, please.""
+She grinned and took his hand as they walked to their seats for another Fire game, this time against the New York/New Jersey Red Bulls. Kayla was glad that Jaden was willing to come; she and her brother had season tickets, but he hadn't been able to come and so she'd asked Jaden.
+He'd agreed after a token argument, and she suspected that was more for her benefit than anything. Still, she preferred his company to anyone else she might have asked, and he did look cute in the hat.
+""How are things at work?"" Jaden asked. ""Mickey leaving you alone?""
+""He's no worse than usual."" She shrugged and looked away, pretending interest in the player warm-ups. ""He just has a thick skull. I'll get through eventually, even if it's with a baseball bat.""
+""You sure?"" Jaden turned to look at her. ""Don't play that down. He didn't look too happy when I was in your office.""
+Mickey hadn't been happy—at all—with that. He'd stomped around in a fury for the rest of the day, to the point where everyone else had gone out of their way to avoid him. All the while, whenever he'd had to come to the front office, he'd thrown dark, angry looks at Kayla. Possessive looks, she'd thought, and they made her nervous.
+""It'll be okay,"" she said, hoping she sounded convincing. ""I can handle myself.""
+""I have no doubt.""
+She was relieved when he let the subject drop. In truth, Mickey had done more than just stomp around. He'd cornered her when Theresa was out to lunch one day and told her in no uncertain terms that no brainiac in a suit would ever want her, and that she'd do well to look to her own, specifically him.
+Between her anger and her fear, she'd snapped and told him to go fuck himself. He'd sneered and walked away.
+The worst part wasn't that he'd actually scared her, it was his comment about Jaden being smart and not wanting her.
+She put it out of her head, determined to enjoy the game, and Jaden. He was more interested in the game this time, she noticed. He'd been curious last time but now he was watching intently.
+""Guess you're an official fan now, hmm?"" she said at halftime.
+""What do you mean?""
+""You've been staring at the field like you're studying for a test. Usually it's only the die-hard fans who look that intense.""
+""I read up on soccer last week,"" he said. ""I'm just trying to match what I read with what's going on. Seeing if the application matches the theory.""
+""Oh."" She nodded, not sure she understood exactly what he meant.
+He gave a self-deprecating smile. ""Sorry. I don't like not knowing things, so when I get onto something new, I have to learn about it. I did the same thing in school when a friend of mine got into movie animation. I read a bunch of stuff. This time it was soccer, and I have to admit, it was fun. I don't usually read about sports.""
+No, she thought, he probably read about economics and science, which Kayla had only a basic understanding of. She knew she wasn't stupid, but she wondered if she seemed so compared to someone like Jaden.
+After the game, Jaden took her hand as they walked out. ""I also read up on pierogies and restaurants. Are you game to try a new place?""
+""Jaden, I eat things besides pierogies.""
+""I haven't seen you eat anything else.""
+""You're just not around me often enough.""
+""Maybe we should change that.""
+Kayla raised an eyebrow. ""Maybe we should.""
+They ate at the restaurant Jaden had found, and Kayla's pierogies were delicious, as was Jaden's chicken marsala. While they relaxed with some coffee, Jaden caught her eyes. ""I wouldn't mind being around you a little more. Want to come back to my place?""
+Kayla met his gaze. ""Yes.""
+* * * *
+Jaden's apartment was on a quiet street not far from his office. He wondered what Kayla thought would happen; hell, he wondered what he expected to happen. He didn't make a habit of bringing women to his place, or of going to theirs. Not that he hadn't had the occasional hook up, but he'd tired of them.
+He didn't think that would happen with Kayla. She was too much fun to get tired of.
+""Here, I'll take your coat."" Jaden held his hand out.
+She stuffed her hat and mittens in one sleeve before handing it to him. ""Thanks. This is a nice place. I bet you keep it this neat all the time.""
+""I try. I admit I have someone come in to clean every couple of weeks. Truth is I spend a lot of time at the lab on projects, so I just don't have the opportunity to mess it up.""
+He hung her coat up on a rack by the door and turned back to her. Her face was pink from the cold and the light green sweater she wore highlighted both her eyes and her curvy figure.
+""Want some wine or anything?"" he asked, gesturing her to sit.
+""Wine sounds nice."" She curled up in a corner of his overstuffed sofa.
+In the kitchen, he spied a note on the counter. It was a reminder about a work project and he decided to worry about it later. Kayla was much more appealing than his work. He grabbed some glasses and a bottle of wine and brought them out to the living room. ""Look, I'm showing some team spirit. It's red wine.""
+Kayla laughed. ""I knew you'd come around.""
+Jaden smiled and poured the wine, then stretched back on the opposite side of the couch. They talked for a while, a meandering conversation that covered home, family, hobbies and more. A couple of times he felt himself tuning out the conversation as part of his brain insisted on going over the project he'd left himself a note on and he forced himself to ignore it.
+They had more wine and shifted closer together on the couch. She was warm and smelled delicious. He was about to lean in for a kiss when a bunch of mental pieces fell in place.
+""Damn.""
+Kayla looked at him, confused. ""Sorry?""
+""No, not you."" He hesitated, then bent down for a quick kiss. ""Sorry. I just thought of something for work and I have to write it down before I forget."" Muttering to himself, he got up and found a notebook by his computer. He brought it back to the couch and started writing.
+""What's that?"" Kayla peered over his shoulder.
+""Chemical links and reactions,"" he said absently as he drew letters, numbers, and figures on the paper. ""One of my projects hasn't worked like I thought it would and now I think I figured it out.""
+""Oh.""
+He wrote for another couple of minutes and set the notebook down. ""There. Now I can ignore it until Monday."" He turned and smiled at Kayla. ""I am sorry. You're much more attractive than that is.""
+""I'm more attractive than chemistry?""
+""Now, see, chemistry is a funny thing."" Jaden moved closer. ""There's chemistry that makes medicine, or there's chemistry between two people. I think you and I have plenty of chemistry.""
+""You think?"" Kayla ran her tongue over her lips. ""Or is it just the wine?""
+He chuckled. ""No, it's not the wine. See?"" He kissed her, lingering on her lips before pulling back.
+""Yeah, that's chemistry,"" she said in a breathy voice.
+""The thing with chemistry is, one has to experiment."" Jaden kissed her lips again, this time teasing the corners of her mouth with his tongue. ""You never know what might work.""
+Kayla smiled against his lips and dragged her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. He closed his eyes and made an approving sound. ""Looks like that works,"" she said.
+""Like I said, it's all about experimenting. Trying new things and seeing what works."" Jaden slipped a hand under her sweater. Her skin was soft and warm and he felt her tense under his touch. He brushed her skin lightly.
+""I never knew . . . chemistry could be so . . . exciting."" Kayla's heart raced as she looked into his dark, mischievous eyes.
+""It is."" Jaden leaned in and kissed her neck; she hissed out a breath. ""When you put things together, sometimes they move from their ground state into an excited one."" He kissed her again and this time he meant it.
+Kayla moaned as one of his hands tunneled in her hair to keep her in place as his tongue explored her mouth. She brought her arms up and splayed her hands on his back, savoring the solid, warm feel of him.
+They both laughed as they shifted on the couch so that his body covered hers. His laugh turned into a groan when she rolled her hips against him.
+""Looks like someone's excited,"" she murmured. She wiggled again, eliciting another groan as she rubbed against his erection.
+""I bet I'm not the only one."" Jaden's voice was deliciously rough.
+He sat back and pulled her with him. In a flash, her shirt was off, followed by her bra and then Jaden was licking and sucking on her nipples. Her excited state ratcheted up a few notches.
+Determined to return the favor, she reached down to undo his belt and zipper. They laughed again as they began to get tangled while they angled for position. At last Jaden gave up and leaned back to let her finish.
+Kayla glanced up at him while she unbuckled the belt and then unzipped his jeans. She tugged the waistband down and he raised his hips to help her slide them down over his hips, along with his boxers. He finished by kicking them off and pushing them aside.
+She grinned. ""I think this qualifies as an excited state, don't you?"" He groaned as she stroked his shaft, and she gave a satisfied laugh.
+""God, Kayla, that feels good.""
+""That's the idea."" She moved her hand in a steady rhythm, grinning to herself when she felt him jump under her touch.
+""I think that's quite enough of that, and we need more room.""
+""What?""
+Jaden sat up and pulled her to him, kissing her thoroughly. She reached down to get his t-shirt off and heaved a relieved sigh when their bodies met. Jaden's lips never left hers as he moved from the sofa to the floor, bringing her with him.
+He lay on his back and reached between them to undo her jeans. The feel of his fingers so close to her sex sent a shock of sensation through Kayla's body and she helped him slide her jeans off. She couldn't stifle a soft cry as his fingers slid through her wetness and then pushed inside. Her muscles clamped around his fingers and suddenly she wanted him inside her more than anything.
+She pushed his hand aside and rose up, grasping his cock with one hand to guide him inside. He put his hands on his hips to steady her and the both groaned with relief as he slid into her.
+Jaden gripped her hips, resisting the urge to thrust hard into her. She was so hot and wet around him that it was a difficult struggle, but he managed. God, she felt good. He didn't think anyone's body had ever matched his so well. He looked up at her half-closed green eyes and brushed her hair back.
+""You okay?"" he asked.
+""Yeah."" She opened her eyes and smiled. ""You?""
+""Better than okay."" He put a hand behind her neck and urged her down for another kiss.
+Kayla closed her eyes while they kissed. She reveled in the sensations from his hands, his mouth, and his cock inside her. They found a rhythm and it was the right pace to drive her towards an orgasm, yet slow enough to make her impatient for it to arrive. Whenever she tried to speed up, Jaden tightened his grip on her hips and slowed down.
+""Jaden, please,"" she whispered.
+""Don't want to rush,"" he said, but he sounded strained.
+She realized he was close, too. ""We can always do it again,"" she told him as she nipped at his earlobe.
+""Feels too nice to rush,"" he said again, but his body belied his words.
+Jaden moved faster, thrusting up into Kayla's heat, wishing it didn't have to end. He looked up at her, cupping her face so he could watch her expression. She closed her eyes and he could feel her inner muscles tightening as she got close to coming.
+""Kayla.""
+She opened her eyes and fixed on his as she came. She cried out and moved even faster, trying to make the feeling last. Jaden felt his own orgasm rush through him and he held her steady as he thrust into her. He loved the way she felt around him and the way he felt inside her.
+A sense that there was more between them than soccer and sex, far more, rose up in him as they lay on the floor. He skimmed his hands over her back until she gave a small laugh.
+""You're going to make me fall asleep if you keep doing that, and I can't imagine this is very comfortable for you.""
+Jaden took stock. The carpet on the floor wasn't bad, but Kayla's soft, warm body on top of him more than made up for it. Still, she was right. Ideally he'd pull a blanket over top of them both and they'd fall asleep.
+The reality was that he was not so comfortable, he suspected Kayla wasn't either, and he had no blanket on the couch.
+He nudged Kayla's head up so he could kiss her. ""Come on, as nice as this is, the bed is nicer.""
+She slid to his side and knelt on the floor while he sat up. ""Are you sure? I'm a big girl, you know. I can go home.""
+Jaden gave her a wry look. ""Seriously? You think I'm only asking you to stay to assuage my guilty conscience or something?""
+""I'm just saying that you're not obligated to ask me to stay. I can handle it.""
+He kissed her once more. ""It's not an obligation, Kayla. I want you to stay.""
+* * * *
+""He's taking you out and you need a dress?"" Theresa grinned and clasped her hands together in glee. ""It's serious! I knew it would be serious!""
+Kayla couldn't stop a laugh. ""It's not _that_ serious. He's asked me to some kind of work thing and I don't actually need a dress, just something dressier than what I have.""
+""When can we go shopping?""
+""I knew I could count on you,"" Kayla said.
+""When shall we go? I love dress shopping."" Theresa would have gone then and there, Kayla knew, but they still had a work day ahead of them.
+""What do you need a dress for, Kayla?"" Mickey's voice ruined her mood.
+""None of your business, Mickey.""
+""Hey, be nice, sweetheart. I just asked a question.""
+""Don't call me 'sweetheart.' It's still none of your business.""
+""It's the smart guy, right? The doctor? He asked you somewhere?"" Mickey snorted. ""That'll be as much fun as a root canal.""
+""Or as talking to you,"" Kayla said under her breath. ""Mickey, leave me alone. For the last time, it's none of your business.""
+""Let me tell you something, Kayla."" Mickey came over and braced his hands on her desk. She glared at him. ""Your Mr. Ph.D. is going to get tired of you real soon. How far do you think your business degree from the community college will take you with him?""
+""Shut up, Mickey."" Kayla got up and walked to the back room where they kept the files.
+He followed and wouldn't let up. ""What are you going to say when you're in a room full of people like him? You think they talk about the things you like? You think you walk in their world? They walk over people like you, Kayla.""
+""You finished? Because I stopped listening a while ago."" Kayla snarled as she went through a filing cabinet for nothing in particular.
+""They walk over people like me, too!"" Mickey put a hand on her shoulder and spun her to face him. ""You're better off with someone like me, Kayla. I understand you better than he will, and more important, you'll understand me.""
+""Fuck off!"" She pushed him back. ""I'll decide who understands me and who doesn't. And I don't _want_ to understand you.""
+She shoved past him and into the main room. ""Theresa, I have to go.""
+""Sure, where—"" Theresa stared as Kayla stormed out the front door and slammed it behind her. ""Well. Never mind that.""
+""Where'd she go?"" Mickey demanded.
+""Away from you, and frankly, I don't blame her.""
+* * * *
+Kayla stared at herself in the mirror. Was it too much? Not enough?
+""Kayla, you're fine."" Theresa patted her friend's shoulder. ""Jaden said it was dressy but not formal, and that's what you have here. It's understated, classic and classy. You'll knock him dead.""
+""That's not really how I'd like the evening to end,"" Kayla said.
+Theresa laughed. ""I'm being figurative, dummy.""
+Kayla sighed and looked in the mirror again. ""Are you sure? I don't want to, you know, do anything wrong. Don't want to embarrass him.""
+""How in the world could you do that?""
+""I don't know."" Kayla tugged at the sleeves and neckline of her dress, then at the hem. ""It's just . . ."" She sighed. ""I'm going to be in a room full of people a lot smarter than I am. What if I say something stupid?""
+""Mickey said something like that, didn't he?"" Theresa demanded. ""Since when did you start listening to anything that asshole said?""
+""I'm not. I mean, I don't. But he's right about the fact that Jaden is really smart, and so are the people he works with, and I'll never be that smart.""
+""You are plenty smart,"" Theresa admonished. ""Being smart doesn't always mean you got good grades or have a bunch of degrees. Now, knock it off. Don't let Mickey the Idiot ruin a good thing for you. _That_ would be stupid.""
+""Okay, you're right."" Kayla gave a sharp nod and shook herself. She would not let Mickey get in the way. ""You sure the dress is all right? Not too short or anything? Maybe I'm overdoing it? Underdoing it?""
+""Kayla, stop. It's gorgeous. The blue is a perfect color for you, and those shoes . . . oh, those shoes."" Theresa gave a wistful sigh. ""I wish I could wear shoes like that. Or have legs like yours. Or both.""
+""Stop. Your legs are fine."" Kayla gave up the mirror and went over to get her necklace and earrings. ""Okay. I have to stop this and I have to go.""
+""Yes, you do."" Theresa handed her a small clutch purse. ""Now, forget about whatever Mickey said, and go enjoy yourself.""
+""Right.""
+Kayla went downstairs and took a cab to Jaden's apartment building. He was waiting downstairs for her and smiled as he came outside.
+""You look terrific."" He put his hands on her waist and drew her forward for a kiss. Kayla sighed as he held her close. ""Mmm. You smell good and feel good, too. What say we skip this and go upstairs?""
+""No."" She poked him in the chest. ""I got all dressed up for you, now you take me out.""
+""Yes, ma'am."" He looked her over again and saw a red pin on her lapel. Grinning, he tapped it with a finger. ""Couldn't leave the soccer team home, eh?""
+""Just a sentimental reminder of how we met.""
+""Oh, man! I forgot my pierogie pin.""
+""Smart ass.""
+* * * *
+Jaden was pleased Kayla had agreed to come to the dinner. It was a fairly low- key event, a company thank-you to the group for a long-term project that had recently been completed. There was a DJ, an open bar, and even a brave few dancers. He liked that he had someone to bring to one of these events.  
+He and Kayla were sitting with Mark, his wife, and a few other people. He was surprised to see that Kayla seemed a bit shy, or at least reserved. He understood that she didn't know anyone other than him, but it was tough to reconcile the quiet woman next to him with the audacious one who had approached him at the soccer game.
+The food was served buffet-style, and there was a large selection of Asian foods. Jaden didn't know who had done the catering, but he thought they should have been commended. His favorite dish was a spicy chicken with noodles.
+As Kayla moved along beside him, he nudged her. ""It'd be perfect if they had pierogies, don't you think?""
+She'd given him a small smile and laugh, but he didn't think she found it all that funny. He shrugged and let it go; standing in line at the buffet wasn't a good place for further questioning. After the dinner dishes had been removed and the caterers were switching to desserts, everyone took a break for drinks or restrooms.
+Jaden took advantage and reached for Kayla's hand. ""Hey. You okay?""
+""Sure."" She smiled. ""Everyone's really nice.""
+""Want to get something to drink?""
+""No, that's okay.""
+""Come on, let's get some air."" He tugged her hand as he stood up.
+Outside, he led her to a small courtyard to one side of the restaurant. They sat one of the stone benches and he turned to look at her. ""Okay, now you can tell me. What's wrong?""
+""Nothing."" She brushed imaginary lint off of her dress. ""I'm sorry, I guess I'm a little tired. I am having a good time.""
+""Yeah, it's not bad. I mean, it's no soccer game, but—""
+""I can do things besides go to soccer games!"" Kayla jumped up and paced the small area. ""I'm not stupid.""
+""I know you aren't. I never said you were. I was joking."" Puzzled, he stood and put a hand on her arm. ""Kayla, what's wrong?""
+She took a deep breath. ""I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap. I'm just worried, I guess.""
+""About what?""
+She began to speak, then closed her mouth and started again, and the straightforward woman he knew was back. ""I'm worried I'm not smart enough for you.""
+Surprised, Jaden stared at her for a moment. ""Why would you think that?""
+""Because you have a Ph.D.! Because you work with chemicals and things that have names I couldn't pronounce in a million years. Because you are trying to do things like cure cancer and I'm just the secretary for a family heating company and—""
+He heard the tightness in her voice as she stopped herself. For a moment he couldn't believe it. He'd never for a moment doubted Kayla's intelligence, because there'd never been a reason to. She was sharp and quick, and he didn't care how many degrees she didn't or didn't have.
+""Anyway,"" she continued and pulled him out of his thoughts. ""I just, um, it's just been on my mind. And then we come here tonight, where everyone's as smart as you are and I'm not, and I'm worried about saying something dumb, or not understanding what you all talk about, and all I know is soccer and football and—""
+""Kayla,"" he interrupted as gently as he could. ""Kayla, stop.""
+She fell silent and stared at the ground.
+""Come here."" He pulled her to him and after a moment's resistance, she went. ""What brought all this on? You never said anything before.""
+She took a few breaths to steady herself and rested her head against his chest. ""I think it's been on my mind ever since I saw your card. But really . . . Mickey was harping on it. He said you were too smart and you'd get tired of me, and I hated to admit it but I was afraid he was right.""
+""He's not right."" Jaden tightened his arms around her. ""He is nowhere near right.""
+They were quiet for a minute. Once he had his thoughts in order, Jaden led her back to the bench. They sat and he took her hands in his and looked straight at her.
+""Kayla, I know I can be snarky, but I'm not now. I care about you a lot. I like spending time with you and talking to you. You may not have a degree, but I don't care. You keep me on my toes more than anyone else in my life, and I like that.""
+""You do?""
+""Of course. I love a challenge and—""
+""Don't say it."" She placed a finger over his lips and smiled. ""You were doing so well, not being snarky.""
+He held her hand to his mouth and kissed her palm. ""Sorry. Old habits. Anyway, to put it plainly, Mickey doesn't know shit about you, or me, or us, which means you have no reason to listen to him or let anything he says bother you.""
+""I know,"" Kayla said. ""I do, really. And it wasn't so much what he said as that I was already thinking it. When he said it, I thought if someone else thought that way, then probably others did, and if you did . . . I couldn't stand for you to think about me like that.""
+""And I don't. I've never acted like that, have I?"" When she shook her head, he went on. ""Then what I need you to do is trust me. Believe what I say and what I do, and not what Mickey the Idiot says.""
+""I know. I do."" She sniffed a little and then smiled. ""It's just me. A little insecurity, what can I say?""
+""You? Insecure? I don't think so."" Jaden laughed and caught her hand as she lifted it as though to hit his arm. ""See?""
+""All right. I'm sorry."" She leaned forward and kissed him. ""Let's go back inside. I didn't mean to ruin your night.""
+""You didn't."" He stood up and pulled her with him. ""You promise not to listen to Mickey the Idiot anymore?""
+Kayla shook her head and put a hand over her heart. ""I promise.""
+""Good."" He kissed her once more, long and thorough. ""I really think we should go back to my place. It's much more intimate there.""
+""Shouldn't you tell your friends you're leaving?"" She returned the kiss.
+""Why? They might want to come. I want you to myself.""
+""But we didn't have dessert."" She tilted her head to the side as Jaden kissed her neck.
+""That's all right. Suddenly I have this craving for pierogies.""  "
+61,F2: Be Awesome,patientlee,Chain Stories,2013-08-07,2013-08-07,2022-01-08 03:48:06,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f2-be-awesome,Maybe she's not a lesbian . . . .,"['Blowjob', 'D/S', 'Fawc', 'Flogging', 'Lesbian Sex', 'Mystery Basket', 'Pussy Licking', 'Small Breasts', 'Spanking', 'Straight Sex']",4.41,"**FAWC 2: Be Awesome**
+ _(Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered around a random determination of four ""mystery ingredients."" There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.)_
+(The mystery ingredients for this story were humility, sport, affectation, and vehicle.)
+* * * *
+State Champions
+Pam held Jeanne's face with both hands, and looked into her eyes. ""One period to go. Hold them off, and the shut-out is yours.""
+Jeanne nodded nervously. ""I know. God, I hope I don't blow it.""
+""You won't blow it. You're awesome. You are the reason this team is in the state finals,"" Pam said sincerely.
+""That's not true,"" Jeanne started, before Pam cut her off.
+""Be confident and be awesome,"" she said. ""That's all you have to do.""
+The buzzer sounded, and Pam resisted the urge to kiss her before handing Jeanne her helmet. They had been together romantically since the summer, but they kept their relationship secret from everyone. There were rumors, of course, that the team's captain and goalie were more than just BFFs, but they had managed to keep it discreet and to keep everyone wondering.
+Jeanne skated back and took her place in the crease. The puck dropped, and the rest was history.
+* * * *
+""Ladies and gentlemen, your State Champions, the Melrose Lady Knights!""
+The roar of the crowd was deafening. It had been fifteen years since any Melrose team had won a state championship, and the town had pulled out all the stops for their celebratory parade. Fire engines screamed, friends and neighbors cheered, and the band played. Most of the players rode in the back of pick-up trucks to wave to the crowd, but Jeanne's shut-out earned her the spot of honor- riding next to the driver on the rink's Zamboni. Unaccustomed to so much attention, Jeanne twirled a lock of her chin-length brown hair around her finger. She tried to relax and smile, but she was used to letting the team captains take the glory while she stood in the background.
+The coaches and captains walked along side of the Zamboni. Pam stuck close to Jeanne for moral support.
+""You're doing great, Jeannie. They love you!"" she yelled up to her. ""Smile! Be confident! You're awesome!""
+She tried to smile as her eyes darted around the crowd. She saw signs everywhere she looked. Many of them had just her name in bold letters- _Jeannie!_ Others displayed the final score- _1-0_ or simply announced _Shut Out!_ She waved timidly with one hand and twirled that tangled lock of hair with the other, feeling that she didn't really deserve all this attention.
+Finally she saw her parents. She saw the TV camera and the perky blonde holding a microphone in her mother's face, and couldn't wait until this ordeal was over, and she could go back to fading into the wallpaper.
+Pam looked up at her again. ""It's almost over, Sweetie.""
+* * * *
+The pizza party following the parade was finally drawing to a close and most of the players and their parents were getting their coats and saying their goodbyes. The coach thanked Pam's parents for hosting the party, and stammered his excuses for not having it at his own house.
+Jeanne caught her parents as they were getting ready to leave. ""I'm spending the night here, ok?"" she asked.
+""Of course. Just don't call me in an hour to pick you up, like you did that time when you slept over Jenny's house,"" she teased.
+""I think I'll be ok,"" she laughed.
+Jeanne was eighteen years old, but she wasn't about to tell her parents that she was having a sexual relationship, never mind a lesbian relationship.
+""Fine, honey,"" her mother said. ""We're so proud of you. Have fun.""
+""I will,"" Jeanne answered, relieved that she wouldn't have to explain any further. ""I'll call you in the morning,"" she added.
+The rest of the guests filtered out, leaving Jeanne, Pam, and her parents to tackle the mess. Twenty minutes later, the girls headed up the stairs to Pam's room.
+* * * *
+""Thank God that is over,"" Jeanne said, as she collapsed on Pam's queen-sized bed. ""That was exhausting.""
+""You're not too exhausted for some fun, are you?"" Pam asked.
+Jeanne answered by wrapping her arms around Pam and kissing her. Pam went to her door to check the lock, and then took off her clothes on the way to her bed. It made her feel even naughtier knowing that her parents were in the house and still awake. They just had to hope that they didn't decide to pop in. Both girls were eighteen, but, like Jeanne, Pam wasn't ready to tell her parents that she was a lesbian.
+""Pull down your pants!"" she whispered harshly to Jeanne.
+Pam couldn't wait until Jeanne was naked too. She took her hand and put it into the front of Jeanne's panties. Her fingers found her clit, and she stood there for several minutes, rubbing in circles. Jeanne stifled a moan. Pam took this as her opportunity to pull her panties down too.
+""Take off your shirt and your bra,"" Pam instructed further. ""I want to play with your tits while I finger you.""
+Jeanne complied, leaving them in a heap on the floor.
+""You are fucking adorable with your pants down around your ankles,"" Pam told Jeanne. ""Can you spread your legs?""
+Jeanne moved them apart as wide as she could, and leaned over Pam's bed with her naked behind sticking towards Pam. Pam walked up behind and poked her finger right into her pussy.
+""Ooh,"" Jeanne said softly, and she reached down to rub her own clit while Pam fingered her.
+After a moment, Jeanne kicked off her pants and both girls climbed onto the bed. They settled in side-by-side on their backs, and each put her hand into the other's cunt. Mutual masturbation was one of their favorite sexual activities, and they whispered to each other as they rubbed their clits.
+Pam said, ""I wish we were all alone. I'd like to be able to make some noise.""
+""I know,"" Jeanne agreed. ""One of these days, we have to get our hands on a vibrator.""
+""Our hands? Or our pussies?"" Pam teased. ""Maybe once we leave for college. It's not like I could have something like that shipped here.""
+""Yeah,"" Jeanne giggled. ""Your family would probably wonder what the buzzing was all about. Oooh. Right there. That feels so good.""
+They continued rubbing and giggling until Pam said, ""I can't wait any more. Climb up here and sixty-nine me.""
+Jeanne scooted up and straddled Pam's head, carefully placing her clit carefully on the tip of Pam's waiting tongue. She sat on her face and allowed Pam to lick her for a moment until Pam pushed her on the back and said, ""Lick me, you bitch!""
+Jeanne giggled and dipped her head between Pam's legs. She flicked her tongue up and down Pam's slit, along the sides of her clitoris, just the way Pam liked it. Jeanne began bucking her hips over Pam's face as her orgasm built. Pam was extremely skilled at pussy-licking from this angle, and when Pam stuck two fingers into Jeanne's pussy and sucked gently at her clit, it was more than Jeanne could take.
+""You're making me cum,"" she murmured into Pam's pussy. ""Oh, god. I'm right there.""
+Pam's other hand reached under and tweaked Jeanne's nipple hard, and that pushed Jeanne right to the edge.
+Jeanne pushed her pussy hard against Pam's mouth, and tried not to cry out. She was breathing hard, and her heart was pumping fast. She was keenly aware of the wetness dripping onto Pam's face. When she finally came down from her orgasm, Pam gave her a push. ""Get off me. I can't breathe,"" she commanded quietly. ""Now finish me off.""
+With slick fingers and tongue, it took only minutes for Jeanne to finish the job. She quickly found Pam's G-spot, and massaged it while she renewed her attack on her clit.
+Pam's feet were flexing back and forth, and her body was beginning to thrash around on the bed. Jeanne saw the pink flush spreading across Pam's chest, and she knew she was close.
+Pam sucked in a deep breath and her best to stifle her cries as she came. She held onto Jeanne's head, and Jeanne licked softer and softer until Pam's body relaxed. She kissed her pussy softly, and then returned to lie next to her on the bed.
+They kissed each other softly and sweetly until they fell asleep.
+* * * *
+Jeanne could swear that she blinked once, and the summer was over.
+Pam and she sat together in the bleachers watching the Zamboni clean the ice after public skating, their last date before going their separate ways. Pam was headed to California to study geology. Jeanne's full-ride hockey scholarship was taking her to Eastern Vermont University, a powerhouse in women's hockey. She hadn't yet selected a major.
+Pam said, ""I can't believe this is it. All these years of practices and games and drills. I can't believe it's over.""
+""Me either,"" she replied. ""I keep feeling like this is a dream or a mistake. I keep expecting a call to tell me that EVU sent me the wrong letter- that I was supposed to get the one that said that they found a better goalie somewhere else.""
+""Well,"" Pam said with a teasing smile, ""It's not like they're going to make a freshman their starter or anything. You'll be warming the bench this year, I'm sure."" She winked to make sure Jeanne knew she was kidding.
+Jeanne just sat quietly, twirling that lock of hair between two fingers. Tears were threatening to spill onto her cheeks. Her lips trembled, and she knew she wouldn't be able to keep it in check much longer. ""I love you,"" she said quietly.
+""I love you, too,"" Pam replied. ""I will miss you every minute.""
+The first tear dropped onto Jeanne's cheek, and she twirled her hair even more furiously. ""No you won't. You'll meet some amazing girl in California, and never think of me again."" She tried to sound like she was teasing, but both girls knew at she wasn't.
+""No, Sweetie,"" Pam reassured. ""You're awesome. Why don't you know that?"" She shook her head, took Jeanne's hand out of her hair and stroked it gently. She looked at her earnestly.
+Jeanne's tears flowed steadily now. ""I'll just miss you,"" she said quietly.
+Pam leaned closer, and kissed Jeanne softly on the mouth- once, twice, three times. She placed her hand on the back of Jeanne's head, not caring who saw them this time. Jeanne's tongue slid between Pam's lips to meet her tongue. The kiss seemed to last forever and to end too quickly, all at the same time.
+The lights in the rink went out, and they knew it was time to go.
+* * * *
+Eastern Vermont University
+Jeanne sat on her bed in her dorm room, twisting her hair and feeling a little lost. Her roommate had not arrived yet, and she had already unpacked most of her things. She still hadn't given much thought to how she would decorate the blank wall on her side of the room. She hadn't imagined that the walls of the room would be so bland—off-white with dabs of cover-up paint where tape and thumbtacks had damaged the walls. The only photos she had brought were her team photo and a snapshot of Jeanne riding the Zamboni in the parade. The photographer happened to catch Pam in the photo as well.
+Jeanne wanted to call Pam, but she figured that Pam would be like the girls in her own dorm, hooting and hollering and making new friends. Jeanne knew that Pam wouldn't be sitting in her room pining away like Jeanne was. Pam was the outgoing, confident social butterfly. Jeanne was the introverted, self- doubting wall flower. She had depended on Pam to provide a social life for her, and now she was alone.
+Finally, a head popped into the room. ""Hi. I'm Terry,"" she said perkily. ""I'm your new roommate!""
+* * * *
+Once Terry's last box had been moved into their room, and her parents had kissed her goodbye one last time, Jeanne began to help Terry unpack. Jeanne was surprised to see that Terry had packed an entire box of pictures and posters.
+""Wow,"" Jeanne said. ""You really gave a lot of thought to decorating the walls.""
+""Yeah, well, I love color, and I just can't stand these disgusting walls,"" Terry replied.
+""If you run out of room, you can feel free to decorate over here too,"" Jeanne added. ""I didn't bring much.""
+Terry saw Jeanne's team picture taped next to her bed.
+""You play hockey?"" she asked.
+""Yeah. I'm a goalie,"" Jeanne replied.
+""Are you any good?""
+""I'm ok, I guess,"" Jeanne said humbly.
+""Well, are you playing here? For the university?"" Terry pressed.
+""I'm just the back-up goalie,"" she said. ""The starter is a senior. She's amazing.""
+""You must be better than 'ok' if you made the team here,"" Terry pointed out. ""This place lives and breathes hockey, especially women's.""
+Jeanne just twirled her hair in silence. Terry spied the second photo.
+""Is that a Zamboni you're on? Isn't that pavement?""
+""Yeah. It was our parade for being State Champs,"" Jeanne explained.
+""State Champs? You must be awesome!"" Terry exclaimed.
+Jeanne shrugged and twirled her hair.
+* * * *
+Jeanne sat on the bench, helmet and gloves beside her. She yanked on her hair, but only a little bit. She felt more comfortable on the ice than anywhere else, and she silently wished that the Zamboni would go faster so that she could get out there.
+She was the first one on the ice when the Zamboni bay doors closed. She skated around the ice a few times to warm up before stretching her legs in her awkward, oversized goalie pads.
+She sat on the ice with her padded legs spread wide, and pressed her chest to the ice. Her head was down, so she was surprised when she was sprayed in the face with a light shower of snow.
+Jeanne looked out and saw the flat blades of goalie skates poking out from thick goalie pads. Jeanne got to her feet, but still had to look up to see the face behind the cage.
+""I'm Kristy,"" she said, without the formality of saying hello. ""You may have been a superstar at whatever tiny high school you came from, but here, you're just my back-up.""
+""I wasn't a superstar. I mean..."" Jeanne started, looking down at her skates.
+""Can it, Back-Up,"" Kristy said harshly. ""Don't pretend to be modest. We all know you're a reigning high school champion.""
+Jeanne didn't know what to say. She was grateful for the coach's whistle to begin the practice.
+* * * *
+When practice ended, Jeanne and Kristy were the last to leave the locker room. Jeanne was just about to leave when Kristy put herself right in front of Jeanne. She towered over the new girl, and Jeanne was intimidated. She began tugging the lock of hair that gave away her lack of self-confidence.
+Kristy took another step closer to Jeanne, going beyond the normal boundaries of personal space. Jeanne stared at the floor, but Kristy grabbed her chin and pushed Jeanne's head back. Kristy bent her head and kissed Jeanne hard on the mouth. Jeanne tried to pull away, but Kristy held fast to the back of her neck with her other hand.
+Kristy's tongue poked fiercely at Jeanne's lips for a moment before Jeanne finally yielded. She relaxed in Kristy's embrace and met Kristy's tongue with her own.
+As they kissed, Jeanne's emotions whirled in her head like the teacups ride at an amusement park. She felt the pleasure of a warm mouth on hers, causing the heat to rise between her legs. She felt the guilt of being unfaithful to Pam, even though she knew in her heart that their relationship was not likely to continue.
+Above all, she felt comfort and relief in the sense of being possessed by someone. She knew from that one kiss that she would submit to Kristy if given the chance.
+Kristy finally broke their kiss and said, ""C'mon, Back-Up. The Zamboni guy is locking up.""
+* * * *
+Jeanne didn't think that Pam would answer. She was about to give up when a perky female voice chirped, ""Pam's phone!""
+""Um, is Pam there?"" Jeanne asked. She was sitting near her mirror, watching her fingers as she twirled her hair. She noticed that her hand looked like a shadow puppet while she twirled. She waited a moment while Pam came to the phone.
+""Jeannie? Is that you?"" Pam said breathlessly. She sounded happy to hear from her. It had been almost a week since they had talked, but even then, it was a short call.
+""I'm sorry I didn't call you back last week. Things have been crazy here,"" Pam started.
+Jeanne interrupted her. ""Pam, can we just talk?"" she asked. ""Are you by yourself?""
+""Here,"" Pam said. ""I'm walking to my room right now. How are you Sweetie? How's hockey?""
+""Good,"" Jeanne replied. ""I haven't gotten to play in a game yet though because Kristy is so good."" She sighed and went on, ""I'm lonely. I miss you.""
+""I miss you too,"" Pam replied. ""How's school going?""
+""Ok, I guess. Classes are ok,"" Jeanne said. ""How about you?""
+Pam prattled on about classes, the dorm, her new friends, California, and anything else that came to mind. Fifteen minutes later, she finally took a breath.
+""Are you alone?"" she asked Jeanne.
+""Yes. My roommate, Terry, is home for the weekend,"" Jeanne replied.
+""Lock your door,"" Pam commanded.
+""Ok."" Jeanne twirled her hair into a fast knot on her way to the door.
+""I'm taking my clothes off. Your take off yours too,"" Pam said. Jeanne complied silently.
+Both girls, young women now, sat in their dorm rooms a million miles apart, completely naked.
+""Now what?"" Jeanne asked.
+""Run your fingertips along your neck,"" said Pam softly. ""Pretend that it's my lips nibbling your neck.""
+""Are you doing it too?"" Jeanne asked, feeling a pang in her stomach.
+""Mmm... Now my hand is cupping my breast,"" Pam said. ""Do that too.""
+There was a long moment of silence, interrupted by an occasional sigh.
+""Oh, Pam,"" Jeanne whimpered. ""I miss you. This is harder than I thought it would be."" She could feel the heat building between her legs, and she moved her hand down her stomach, toward her pussy.
+""I'm touching my pussy, Pam. Touch yours too,"" Jeanne said softly.
+""I'm already there,"" she purred. ""I'm so turned on. Rub your clit.""
+Both women sat without talking, rubbing their pussies, and moaning a little. The sudden knock on Pam's door startled Jeanne through the phone as much as it did Pam.
+""Crap,"" Pam blurted. ""I was getting close. Hang on a sec.""
+Jeanne could hear the rustling of Pam's clothes before she answered the door. She knew that no one would be stopping by to see her because she normally kept to herself, but she suddenly felt uncomfortably exposed. She grabbed her bathrobe from her closet and put it on.
+When she put her ear back to the phone, she heard Pam's muffled voice saying, ""I'm on the phone with someone from home. It's not that important. I'll only be a couple of minutes.""
+Fighting back the tears, Jeanne knew at once that it was over.
+Pam came back to the phone, and said, ""Where were we?""
+""Pam,"" Jeanne said tearfully, ""I don't think this is working.""
+""Oh. We can stop, if you don't like it,"" Pam said uncomprehendingly.
+""No. That's not what I mean,"" Jeanne said sadly. ""I mean us. This isn't working.""
+There was a long silence before either of them spoke again.
+""Are you breaking up with me?"" Pam asked point-blank.
+""I'm letting you go,"" Jeanne explained, trying not to sob. ""You need to be free to live your California life with your California friends. We don't even know when we'll see each other again.""
+""Sweetie,"" Pam said. ""We can try to make this work, unless... Unless you've met someone else?""
+Jeanne could hear the hope in Pam's voice, as if she would feel better about breaking up if she knew that Jeanne had someone else.
+Jeanne took a deep breath and closed her eyes. It was hard for her to imagine what someone else would see in her to even consider dating her.
+Then she remembered Kristy's kiss. Why had she kissed her like that? She came back into the moment, and said, ""Yes. I've been seeing Kristy, the starting goalie. I'm so sorry.""  
+""Oh, Sweetie,"" Pam gushed. ""Don't be sorry. I knew you'd meet someone there who'd see how great you are!""
+Jeanne sobbed silently as Pam prated on and on. Finally Pam ended the torture. She said, ""I'm sorry, Jeannie. I have to go. I'm already late.""
+""I know,"" Jeanne said quietly. ""Hey, call me sometime. You know, when you get a minute.""
+""I will,"" Pam replied. ""Jeanne?""
+""Yeah,"" she whispered.
+""Be confident,"" Pam said. ""You're awesome. Don't forget that.""
+""I'll try.""
+""And try to stop twirling your hair. It makes you look nervous,"" Pam added.
+And just like that, their relationship was over.
+Unfortunately, Jeanne was left feeling hot and bothered and unfulfilled. She took the picture of the Zamboni off her wall, and said a silent goodbye to her relationship with Pam. She turned the picture face-down on her counter and decided to finish herself off.
+She removed her robe and looked at herself in the full-length mirror that Terry had put on the back of their door. She looked herself over from head to toe. She was athletic, there was no doubt about that, but she couldn't find a single feature that she thought was attractive.
+Her tits were dreadfully small, making her look like a budding pre-teen. She didn't shave her pubic area completely, but she did keep it trimmed very short. This made her soft hair almost invisible, making her body look even more like a child's. Her hips were slim from hours of skating and exercise, so she truly had no curves to speak of. Who could be interested in her tiny, little-girl body?
+Still, Kristy had kissed her. Why? Why did she do that?
+Jeanne thought about the kiss. It was long and deep, and she could feel herself becoming aroused once again. She lay back on her bed and put her fingers between her legs, running them into the wetness of her pussy. Slowly she began to rub her clit. The Zamboni picture with Pam faded from her mind. She stopped wondering if she was good enough or pretty enough. With her hair- twirling fingers busy holding open her labia, exposing her clit, she didn't have to fight the urge to touch her hair. Her only thoughts were of Kristy and that kiss.
+She imagined standing with Kristy in the locker room, both in their full goalie equipment. She smiled at the thought of taking it off each other, one piece at a time. It was an awkward procedure anyway, so the idea of undressing together was downright funny.
+In her mind she saw this in fast-forward, like in a silent movie, with piano music for a soundtrack. She giggled a little, and then hit just the right spot with her finger. She moaned out loud.
+Now she saw them standing completely naked, facing each other, Kristy towering over her. She imagined Kristy cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. She shuddered again and rubbed a little harder.
+Jeanne wondered what Kristy's breasts looked like. She could tell that they were on the smallish side, but what color were her nipples? Were her areolae light or dark? Big or small? She wondered if Kristy shaved her pubic area, like Pam did, or if she preferred to leave it natural and bushy.
+In Jeanne's vision, she and Kristy both reached out to touch the other's pussy. Their fingers probed between the folds of flesh to search out the clitoris.
+This vision, along with the vigorous circles she was making around her own clitoris pushed Jeanne right to the brink of orgasm. Her head thrashed from side to side, her toes curled, and she lost control. She came hard and for a long time. She continued rubbing her clit as she squeezed her legs together, trying to pull every last tingle from the orgasm. She sighed deeply as it tapered off and wiped the sweat from her brow.
+Just then, the phone rang. It was Kristy.
+* * * *
+Jeanne and Kristy had gone out together twice, so this was their third official date. Jeanne was nervous because it was still not well-known that she was gay, but Kristy was out and proud of it.
+They were going to the men's hockey game, then to Kristy's apartment for dinner. Jeanne suspected that Kristy would be looking to have sex with her, and the mere thought of seeing Kristy naked made her twirl her hair into knots.
+When they sat down in their seats, Jeanne looked around for familiar faces. Kristy put her around Jeanne's shoulders and pulled her close. She put her lips close to Jeanne's ear, and said, ""Just relax. Nobody cares that you're a lesbian."" She kissed Jeanne's ear softly.
+The game was exciting, and when the men were playing, Jeanne gave no more thought to who might be watching. Kristy and Jeanne critiqued both goalies throughout, and it was nice to have common ground on which to base their budding relationship.
+At the end of the game, Jeanne and Kristy sat watching the Zamboni clean the ice. Jeanne noticed that the driver looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place him. The men had won 3 to 1, and most of the fans had cleared out of the stands.
+Kristy leaned to Jeanne and kissed her gently. ""Let's go eat,"" she said.
+* * * *
+After dinner Jeanne was in Kristy's apartment, sitting on her bed. Kristy plopped herself next to Jeanne, and gave her a big, open-mouth kiss.
+""Does everyone know that you're gay?"" Jeanne asked when the kiss had ended.
+""Yes,"" she said. ""I've never hidden it, even in high school.""
+Kristy paused a moment, ""Does _anyone_ know that you're gay?""
+""Just Pam, my girlfriend in high school,"" Jeanne explained, twisting her hair and blushing. ""How did you know that I am?""
+Kristy smiled and said, ""I didn't. I kissed you to piss you off. Then you kissed me back, and I knew I needed to do it again.""
+Kristy reached out and touched Jeanne's face. ""Have you ever had sex with a guy?""
+Jeanne's blush deepened to an impossible shade of red. ""No,"" she whispered, her hair becoming knotted around her finger as she twirled it.
+Kristy wrapped her arms around Jeanne and pulled her close to her chest. ""You should try it once,"" she murmured into Jeanne's ear, ""just so you know what it's like.""'
+""What is it like?"" Jeanne asked quietly.
+Kristy paused and gave a little laugh. ""Messy,"" she answered.
+""Come here and kiss me.""
+Kristy pulled Jeanne to her feet while they kissed.
+""Unbutton your shirt,"" Kristy ordered. Jeanne did not stop to think before following her command.
+""Now your pants. Take them off,"" she added. ""Leave your panties on though.
+Again Jeanne did what she was told without hesitation.
+Kristy looked over Jeanne's athletic body and white bra and underwear, and said, ""We're going to have to do some lingerie shopping. I can't have you wearing granny panties and a Walmart bra.""
+""Uh, ok,"" Jeanne replied. ""Why don't I just take them off?""
+Kristy paused before speaking again. ""Do you trust me, Jeanne?"" Kristy asked.
+""I... I guess so,"" Jeanne replied. ""Why?""
+""Close your eyes,"" Kristy commanded.
+Jeanne closed her eyes, but her hand went right to her hair.
+""Hands at your sides,"" Kristy barked.
+Jeanne felt something soft on her face, but immediately blushed when she realized that Kristy was blindfolding her.
+""Kristy?"" Jeanne said, alarmed.
+""Shh... You look cute in your undies and my blindfold,"" Kristy purred. ""How do you feel?""
+""I don't know. Embarrassed, I guess,"" Jeanne said softly. ""Turned on.""
+""Stand still while I finish stripping you,"" Kristy said, unhooking Jeanne's bra and sliding the garment down her arms.
+Jeanne heard it hit the floor. She took a deep breath, and felt Kristy's hands slip under the waistband of her panties and push them down as well. She waited for Kristy's command before stepping out of them.
+Kristy decided to take it one step further. She went to her dresser and got another scarf. She stood behind Jeanne, nuzzling her neck. She took Jeanne's hands in hers, and placed them behind her back.
+Jeanne voiced her apprehension. ""What are you doing?""
+""Relax, baby,"" she said. ""I want to try something. Just trust me."" She proceeded to wrap the scarf around Jeanne's wrists, binding them.
+Kristy took a moment to appreciate Jeanne's nakedness and her willingness to submit to Kristy's commands, and then used her hands to explore Jeanne's skin. She ran her palms over Jeanne's small tits, giving each a squeeze. The firm pressure caused Jeanne to suck in a deep breath and moan quietly.
+Kristy was pleased with her reaction, and tried again, this time squeezing even harder. Jeanne couldn't suppress her reaction.
+""Oh, man,"" she moaned out loud.
+Kristy's suspicions about Jeanne's submissive nature were confirmed with that moan, and she decided to go for it. She stuck her hand out and placed her fingers over Jeanne's clit. She rubbed hard, making Jeanne's knees buckle. Kristy steadied her, but continued rubbing.
+She took her other hand, and surprised Jeanne with a hard slap on the ass. Jeanne yelped at the unexpected pain on her backside. Kristy responded by leading Jeanne to the bed, and easing her down on her belly, her hands still awkwardly tied behind her back.
+""What are you doing?"" Jeanne asked for the second time.
+""Stop talking,"" Kristy replied harshly. ""I'm going to spank you.""
+""Spank me?"" Jeanne started, but Kristy cut her off, and began peppering Jeanne's bottom with firm smacks. Jeanne's incoherent noises increased in volume and urgency as her buttocks turned pink and then red.
+Finally, Kristy stopped spanking her for a moment to let her recover and regain her senses.
+""Did you like that?"" Kristy asked.
+Jeanne panted for a moment without answering.
+""I asked if you liked that,"" Kristy barked, grabbing Jeanne's hair and pulling her head back sharply.
+""No. No, I didn't,"" Jeanne said breathlessly.
+Kristy chuckled under her breath, released Jeanne's hair, and said, ""I think you did.""
+Once again, Kristy took charge. She untied Jeanne's wrists, but instructed her to keep the blindfold in place.
+""Get up on your hands and knees,"" she demanded. ""Spread your legs.""
+Jeanne complied, spreading her legs a bit, hoping that Kristy would not see the wetness that had accumulated there during her spanking.
+""Good girl,"" Kristy said in a low voice. ""Look at your pussy. You are dripping wet. You are a little slut, I think. You liked that spanking, didn't you?""
+""Y-yes. I liked it,"" Jeanne replied. She didn't want to admit it, even to herself, but she knew that this was what she was looking for. She needed someone to take charge of her and to tell her what to do. She was quite surprised how aroused she became when Kristy spanked her bottom, and, for the first time, she wondered what other painful pleasures might be in store for her.
+""Let's see just how much,"" Kristy said, taking her hand, and running it under Jeanne's pussy. Jeanne was still on her hands and knees, and she leaned back to meet Kristy's hand. She extended her middle finger, and ran it from Jeanne's clit, to her opening, and then slid it in all the way. Meeting no resistance, she inserted two fingers on the next thrust. She allowed her other fingers to tease Jeanne's asshole as she finger-fucked her pussy.
+Kristy turned her hand so that the pads of her fingers were against Jeanne's G-spot, and she began rubbing.
+""Rub your clit, Jeanne. Help me get you off,"" Kristy commanded.
+Jeanne began to rub her clit in time with Kristy's work on her G-spot. In her highly aroused state, she felt her orgasm building very quickly, and she felt herself losing control.
+""Oh, Kristy. Oh,"" was the best she could manage, although she wished she had the nerve to ask Kristy to spank her again. She moved her ass around a little, hoping Kristy would take the hint.
+""What do you need, Sweetheart?"" Kristy asked innocently.
+""Kristy, please,"" Jeanne panted.
+""Please what? You're going to have to be more specific,"" Kristy replied, playing dumb.
+""Spank me,"" Jeanne mumbled.
+""Huh? What did you say?"" Kristy teased.
+""SPANK ME. HARD."" Jeanne spat clearly.
+""Oh! You liked that spanking so much, you want more?"" Kristy asked.
+""Please,"" Jeanne said softly.
+Once again, Kristy landed smack after smack on Jeanne's buttocks. She could feel the wetness pouring out of Jeanne's pussy, and within a minute, Jeanne was cumming.
+""FUCK ME!"" Jeanne shouted. ""I'm cumming. I'm cumming right NOW!""
+Kristy's slaps to Jeanne's bottom eased up as Jeanne continued furiously rubbed her clit. Finally Jeanne relaxed and collapsed on Kristy's bed.
+Kristy stroked her hair and removed the blindfold as Jeanne recovered. She placed soft kisses on her head and face, and cooed to her incomprehensively.
+After a moment, Kristy regained her dominant role. She stood up and removed her own clothing, and then pulled Jeanne to her feet.
+""Touch my tits,"" Kristy commanded. Jeanne ran her soft hands over Kristy's belly until they came to rest on her breasts. They were slightly larger than Jeanne's with large reddish areolae. Her nipples were also hard, and Jeanne leaned in to taste them. With Kristy's height, Jeanne didn't even have to bend to suck on her tits. As her lips and tongue flicked over Kristy's hard nipples, Kristy's hands ran over Jeanne's skin, stopping to rest on her ass. She nibbled on Jeanne's ear a little, and then whispered, ""I want you to lick my pussy.""
+Kristy lay back on the bed, and spread her legs for Jeanne. ""Did you do this to Pat too?"" she asked.
+""Pam. Her name was Pam,"" Jeanne explained. ""Yes. I did.""
+""Willingly? Or did she make you?"" Kristy asked.
+""She didn't make me do anything,"" Jeanne said defensively. ""I liked going down on her.""
+""Well, stop talking and start licking,"" Kristy said, as she pulled Jeanne's head between her legs. Jeanne stuck her tongue softly out of her mouth, and took a delicate taste.
+""Mmm..."" she purred. ""You taste good.""
+She licked through Kristy's slit a few times, and brought her open mouth to rest over Kristy's clit. She sucked gently, making Kristy moan sharply. She sucked again, and then returned to licking around her clit.
+Kristy looked down at Jeanne's face, buried in her pussy. When she pulled back a little, she could see Jeanne's soft tongue probing between her legs. She saw a drop of saliva drop from her tongue, and she felt its warmth when it landed on her clit and ran down her slit.
+Jeanne took her middle finger and slid it into Kristy's vagina, catching her off guard. She probed in and out a few times as she felt around for her G-spot. When she located her target, she pressed hard and rubbed fast. Kristy moaned even louder.
+""Shit, Back-Up,"" she growled. ""You're good at this.""
+Jeanne moved her tongue to the sides of Kristy's clit, testing to see which spots brought the greatest reaction. She experimented with wagging her tongue back and forth and up and down. She heard Kristy cry out loud when she licked in small circles all around her clit, and she knew that was the way to make her cum. She redoubled her efforts on Kristy's G-spot and continued circling her tongue furiously.
+""Oh, my, god. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum,"" Kristy mumbled, curling her toes and moving her head back and forth. Jeanne could tell she was right on the brink. Her movements were jerky and her skin was flushed when she suddenly grabbed Jeanne's head with both of her hands and held her mouth tightly against her pussy.
+""Ungh. Oh, god. I'm cumming. I'm cumming on your face, Back-Up. Keep licking me, you bitch. Fuuuck!"" she yelled loudly.
+Finally she relaxed and released her grip on Jeanne's head. Jeanne withdrew her finger from her vagina and kissed softly all around her pussy. Kristy tugged on her arm and brought her up to lie next to her. She kissed her softly, and said, ""I think I have to send Pat a thank-you card. She taught you well.""
+* * * *
+Kristy stood in front of the net, crouched and ready to spring. The Eastern Vermont Lady Hawks were already down by four goals, and she was pissed.
+""C'mon defense! Do your fucking job!"" she yelled, just before the ref dropped the puck.
+Before she could see what was happening, the puck shot out in front of her net, and the opposing center came out of nowhere. She picked up the puck and shot it before Kristy even knew she was there. Kristy heard the puck as it whizzed past her ear.
+""FUCK!"" she screamed for all to hear.
+She looked up at the scoreboard- 5 to 0 with fifty eight seconds left to go in the first period.
+When the buzzer sounded, the team headed for the locker room. Kristy whacked the walls with her goalie stick and spewed profanity like vomit.
+The coach intervened quickly.
+""Enough,"" she admonished. ""Sit down and shut up.""
+""Jeanne. You're up,"" she directed. ""Let's put an end to this train wreck.""
+Kristy's eyes narrowed to slits. She opened her mouth to protest, but the coach stopped her before she could say anything. ""I said that's enough,"" she repeated.
+Jeanne looked at the floor and twisted her hair so tightly around her finger that her fingertip started to turn purple. She didn't know which was more terrifying- having her skills tested for the first time or suffering Kristy's wrath after the game.
+* * * *
+The final score was still displayed on the scoreboard- 5 to 2. Jeanne had gotten the job done, even when the rest of the team struggled. She walked alone to the bleachers to watch the beginning of the next game. She was trying to give Kristy her space, knowing how angry she was and how rough she could be.
+Just when she thought she was in the clear, and that she could return to her dorm without confrontation, Jeanne spotted Kristy coming her way. She tried to leave quickly, hoping that Kristy hadn't seen her, but she was too late.
+Instead of walking to the door, Jeanne slinked past the ""Employees Only"" sign into the entrance of the dimly-lit Zamboni bay, just hoping that Kristy didn't see her. She ducked behind the Zamboni and waited in the shadows.
+""Jeanne!"" Kristy called. ""I saw you come in here. C'mon out, and I'll walk you home.""
+Jeanne ducked farther behind the ice cleaner, making a small splash as she stepped into a puddle of melting slush. She knew she'd have to face Kristy sooner or later, but she was hoping that Kristy would have time to calm down before that time.
+Jeanne could see Kristy's feet in the light of the bay entrance, and she knew that Kristy would find her soon. She was a little afraid of what Kristy would do, especially since she had hidden from her.
+Suddenly, Jeanne heard a deep, male voice say, ""Can I help you?""
+She turned around quietly, but was surprised to find that the voice was not addressing her. She peeked around the end of the Zamboni and saw its driver talking to Kristy.
+""You can't be in here, you know,"" he said to Kristy.
+Kristy started when she saw him emerge from the shadow. He was a head taller than Kristy, and she was almost six feet tall.
+""Well, I just followed somebody back here, so you better find her too,"" Kristy spat. Her fists were clenching at her sides. She was pissed.
+The Zamboni driver put his hands up in front of him to stop her. He said, ""Well, you have to leave. I'll deal with your 'somebody' once I see you go out the door to the lobby.""
+He picked up his cell phone to call the manager, but Kristy was already backing away.
+""Alright. Fine. I'm going,"" she said, and she strode away, muttering under her breath.
+The Zamboni driver stood at the entrance to the bay until he saw Kristy disappear into the lobby. He turned to look for the ""mystery somebody"" just as Jeanne poked her head out from behind the Zamboni.
+""Hey,"" he said, looking her over. She looked familiar, but he couldn't place her. ""Are you ok?""
+""Yeah. She's a little intimidating,"" Jeanne said, picking up her twisted lock and twirling. ""I wonder how long she'll take to cool down.""
+""Who the hell is she?"" he asked.
+""She's the starting goalie for the Hawks. I'm just her back-up,"" Jeanne explained, looking at the floor while she spoke.  
+""Ah, so you're the one,"" he nodded. ""You were freaking amazing today. It was too bad the rest of your team didn't keep up. I'm Logan, by the way."" He held out his hand to shake.
+""I'm Jeanne,"" she replied, shaking back.
+""That's it,"" he said. ""You're _Jeanne_ (he pronounced it the French way, like _Jen_ with a 'zh' sound at the beginning) from French class. I sit behind you. I didn't realize that you played hockey.""
+""I do,"" she replied. ""Not as well as Kristy, but I had a pretty good day today, I guess.""
+""I love the team jacket,"" said Logan, as he touched the sleeve of her jacket. ""How come you don't wear it to class?""
+Jeanne blushed and looked at her feet. Her finger was practically stuck in her hair now. ""I don't know,"" she said in a low voice. ""I guess I don't want anyone thinking I'm some kind of wannabe. Today's the first time I actually got to play,"" she added.
+""It looks great on you, and you played like a beast. You deserve to wear it,"" he told her.
+Jeanne was grateful for the dim lighting when she blushed anew.
+""C'mon,"" Logan said. ""I'll drive you home.""
+* * * *
+Logan dropped her off at her dorm. Twenty minutes later, Jeanne was sitting on her bed studying for her history test and listening to music when Kristy pounded on her door.
+""Jeanne!"" she yelled. ""Let me in. We need to talk.""
+Jeanne opened the door reluctantly and let her in. Kristy stormed into the room with a backpack on her back and slammed the door behind her.
+She stepped right to Jeanne, grabbed her hair, and pulled her head back. She leaned over her, as if she was going to kiss her, but instead she growled into her face, ""Are you satisfied, Bitch?""
+Jeanne didn't know what to say. She was afraid of Kristy and her temper.
+""Oh, Jeanne's the big hero,"" Kristy mocked. ""Saved the day, and then ran off like a pussy afterward.""
+Jeanne trembled, and said, ""I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.""
+""Didn't mean to what? Show me up? Take the game away from me?"" Kristy raged.
+Despite her fear, Jeanne was surprised to realize that she was becoming aroused. A small sound escaped her lips, betraying her confusion.
+Holding tight to Jeanne's hair, Kristy bent and kissed her hard. Her hand reached up under her shirt and roughly grabbed her tit.
+Jeanne cried, ""Ow-ow!"" and shuddered with desire.
+""You like that, Bitch?"" Kristy spat. ""Are you my little Bitch?""
+""Y-yes,"" Jeanne whispered.
+Kristy released her hair, and grabbed both tits. She squeezed hard and kissed Jeanne again.
+She released Jeanne from her grip, and began stripping her. Before she knew it, Jeanne was completely naked. She began twirling her hair, but Kristy stopped her immediately.
+""Stop twirling your fucking hair,"" she barked.
+Jeanne blushed and looked down at the floor. She was still afraid of Kristy, but she felt compelled to comply with whatever Kristy asked of her.
+""Turn around,"" Kristy barked, and then placed a blindfold around Jeanne's head. Jeanne was beginning to wonder if she would ever be allowed to look at Kristy when they had sex. Kristy laid her back on the bed.
+""Do you have a vibrator, Jeanne?"" Kristy asked.
+Jeanne shook her head.
+""Have you ever been penetrated? I mean, by something larger than a finger,"" Kristy asked.
+Again, Jeanne shook her head. She heard Kristy rifling through her bag again and she placed something cold and heavy on Jeanne's stomach. She heard the unmistakable sound of Kristy's clothes coming off.
+Jeanne shivered, partly from the cold item on her belly and partly from desire mixed with terror. She felt Kristy's hands pushing apart her thighs. She gave Jeanne's pussy five light slaps before taking the item off of her skin. ""Open your mouth,"" she commanded.
+""What are you doing?"" Jeanne asked. The slaps to her pussy terrified her, both because it made her wonder what else Kristy would do to her and because she found it so arousing.
+""Shut up,"" Kristy snarled. ""This is a dildo. Open your mouth so you can lube it up good with your tongue.""
+Jeanne felt the silicone phallus slide along her tongue. It was bumpy in spots and cool, and she wondered what it looked like. Kristy pushed it in and out of her mouth, and it took Jeanne a moment to realize that she was being fucked in the mouth with a fake penis. Then she considered where it might be going next, and she nearly choked with fear.
+She could feel Kristy's hair tickling her body as she pulled the dildo out of her mouth and slid the tip along her belly. When it reached her pussy, she whispered, ""Please, Kristy.""
+""Please what?"" Kristy asked.
+""Please go easy,"" Jeanne whispered. ""You're scaring me.""
+She felt Kristy's finger running along her pussy and poking into her vagina.
+""Mmm... You are very wet,"" Kristy said. ""I think you like a little pain with your pleasure. Either that, or you're all revved up at the idea of being fucked by this big cock.""
+Since Jeanne was blindfolded, she had no idea just how big this cock was. In her imagination, it was about twelve inches long, and thicker than any cock had a right to be, but in reality it was only half that size.
+She felt Kristy dipping her head between her legs, and was pleasantly surprised to feel her tongue poking between the folds of her labia. Kristy licked her clit gently as she placed the head of the dildo against her opening. Jeanne tried to relax, but she was very afraid of the pain that she knew would be coming. She didn't think to hope that Kristy had used some lube.
+Kristy gave a push, and Jeanne could feel the penis splitting her pussy. It was cold and unyielding, and the farther it slid, the more pain she felt between her legs. She started to moan a little bit, but Kristy seemed not to care that she was hurting her.
+""Sorry, Bitch,"" Kristy said nastily. ""I'm not stopping.""
+""It hurts,"" Jeanne whispered.
+Kristy gave a snicker, and said, ""Getting your cherry popped always hurts."" She paused, and then pulled the dildo back out. Jeanne heard a click, and Kristy explained that she needed some lube or it was never going in. She pushed back in again, going farther this time. She repeated this motion in and out until the entire phallus was buried inside of Jeanne.
+Tears ran silently down Jeanne's cheeks, and Kristy began rubbing her clit, leaving the dildo in place. After a minute of rubbing, Jeanne's hips began to buck, and she began moaning with pleasure this time. As Jeanne approached orgasm, Kristy began fucking her with the dildo once again. The pain was almost gone, and after a moment, Jeanne said, ""I'm gonna cum. Fuck me harder. I'm gonna cum.""
+Kristy complied, pausing only to remove the blindfold from Jeanne's eyes. Seeing Kristy fucking her vigorously was too much for Jeanne to handle, and she started to yell, ""Yes! Fuck me! Shove that cock in my pussy! I'm cumming!""
+Kristy continued to pump the dildo in and out of her pussy, slowing only when Jeanne's orgasm was subsiding. She took her fingers off her clit, and gave it some soft licks.
+Jeanne relaxed and smiled. ""Thank you,"" she said.
+""Good girl,"" she purred. ""Now you have permission to lick my pussy.""
+""Yes, Kristy,"" Jeanne said with her eyes lowered. ""I'll do anything you want.""
+Kristy lay back on the bed and spread her legs. Jeanne's tongue lapped at her clit and her fingers worked their magic on Kristy's G-spot. Ten minutes later, all was forgiven.
+* * * *
+Jeanne sat down in her usual seat in French class, second-to-last two on the far left. As she took out her iPad to take notes, she spotted Logan. Not sure that he would remember her, she looked down and checked her email.
+He remembered her. In fact, he took the seat next to her instead of his regular seat behind her.
+""Hey, Jeanne. Where is your hockey jacket?"" he asked.
+""Um, you know, I left it at home,"" she stammered, blushing madly and practically ripping her hair out of her head because she twisted it so tightly.
+He paused for a moment, smiling at her. ""Are you any good at this French stuff?""
+""Yeah. I'm ok, I guess,"" she said humbly.
+Logan paused again, making sure he didn't scare her away. ""I desperately need a tutor. I can't afford to pay you or anything, but maybe I could drive you around or something as payment,"" he continued. ""I could drive you to practice maybe?""
+""Aren't you working when I have practice?"" she asked. ""You do drive the Zamboni, right?""
+""Shit,"" he said, almost under his breath. ""You're right. I do need help though,"" he added. ""I don't know what else I can offer you.""
+""I'm not so sure I'm the best one to help you either,"" she said. ""Can't you get a free tutor from the Help Center? I think you'd find someone more qualified.""
+"" _Bonjour, classe. Ouvrez vos livres à la page soixante-neuf,_ "" said _le professeur_ , ending the conversation.
+* * * *
+Life, complete with hockey practice, boring classes, hard tests, long papers, and sex with Kristy continued for Jeanne.
+One Thursday afternoon Logan met Jeanne at her dorm room for a tutoring session. The topic was irregular verbs, and Logan was less than riveted by the material.
+He was, however, very interested in his tutor.
+They were sitting on her bed with books in front of them, and Jeanne was comparing French verbs to English verbs, but he was hardly listening. He was watching her hands as she pointed to the charts she had made. Her fingers were long and graceful, with short, neatly filed nails. He imagined her putting those fingers in his mouth.
+""Logan?""
+""Wha?"" he replied, sounding a little dumb.
+""Do you get this at all?"" Jeanne asked.
+They were interrupted when Terry returned from her afternoon class.
+""Oh! Hey! Sorry! I didn't realize you had company,"" she apologized.
+""No, no,"" Jeanne said sincerely. ""I'm tutoring him in French.""
+""Tutoring,"" Terry smiled conspiratorially. ""Is that what we're calling it?""
+Logan just shrugged and smiled.
+Terry smiled back and winked at Logan. She could see that Logan had different ideas about the tutoring session, but that Jeanne was completely oblivious to his feelings.
+Jeanne said, ""Actually, we're just about done. I have practice in an hour.""
+""Oh, shit,"" Logan exclaimed. ""I have to go to work. I'm late. I'll talk to you later.""
+When the door closed behind him, Terry said, ""Oh, my, god. He is so into you!""
+""What are you talking about?"" Jeanne scoffed. ""He's just failing French.""
+""Well, he won't be passing with your tutelage either,"" Terry smirked.
+""That's not very nice,"" Jeanne said, a little hurt.
+""Honey, he has the hots for you. Can't you see that? He wasn't paying one bit of attention to your French lesson,"" Terry said.
+""Oh, no,"" said Jeanne, as she thought about what Kristy might think of that.
+* * * *
+During practice Jeanne was painfully aware of Logan's presence. He stood near the entrance to the Zamboni bay, watching while she tried to work her usual magic in the net.
+""Wake up, Jeanne,"" the coach barked. ""You're playing like you're under water.""
+""I know, I know."" She tried to shake it off, but she kept thinking about what Terry had said about Logan having the hots for her. She looked in his direction, trying not to meet his gaze.
+""Jeanne!"" she heard Kristy yell. ""You're playing like a pussy! Stop the fucking shots!""
+She realized that Kristy was skating toward her, and she tried to get her head back into the game. She could see Logan watching again, and she felt a pang of panic in her stomach.
+""What the fuck is your problem?"" Kristy demanded.
+""I don't know. I'm out of sorts, I guess,"" Jeanne said lamely.
+""Well cut the crap and focus,"" Kristy warned.
+* * * *
+After practice, when the rest of the team went to the locker room to change, Jeanne stood along the boards, watching Logan drive the Zamboni around the ice. She thought about what Terry said, and realized that she was probably right. She thought about the flirty looks, the comments about how she looked, and the night he had ""rescued"" her from Kristy's wrath.
+""He must not have any idea that I'm a lesbian,"" Jeanne thought to herself.
+Logan noticed Jeanne watching and gave her a little wave. Jeanne blushed madly and headed in the direction of the locker room. Unfortunately, Kristy got to her and saw what she was looking at before Jeanne made it that far.
+""Are you fucking kidding me?"" Kristy stormed. ""You're checking out the Zamboni guy?""
+""No,"" Jeanne started. ""I'm tutoring him in French and...""
+""You're tutoring him?"" Kristy fumed through clenched teeth. ""You didn't think of asking me if that was ok first?""
+""No. He asked for my help, and I said yes,"" Jeanne explained. Her hands were full with her helmet and gloves, which kept her from twirling her hair. ""I didn't think I needed your permission to help someone out.""
+Jeanne continued staring at the floor and feeling humiliated like a child who has just broken the cookie jar while trying to snitch a cookie.
+""Well, you do,"" Kristy snarled. ""You're mine, Bitch. You'll ask me when you want to talk to someone, never mind help them. Get in the fucking locker room, and change.""
+Jeanne was hurt and upset, but she noticed that she was beginning to feel aroused, knowing that Kristy was asserting her dominance over her.
+The rest of the team had already left when Kristy and Jeanne stepped back in the room. The coach was just heading out the door as well.
+""Jeanne,"" the coach warned. ""Get it together. You were a mess out there today.""
+""I will,"" Jeanne mumbled.
+""I've gotta talk to Coach,"" Kristy said. ""Get dressed and wait here for me."" She stepped into the hallway with the coach.
+Once she was dressed, Jeanne sat on the bench feeling lost and nervous. She twirled her hair without thinking about it, and wondered what Kristy would do to her.
+Five minutes later, she found out.
+Kristy strode into the locker room, grabbed Jeanne's hands, and pulled her awkwardly over her lap.
+""What are you doing?"" Jeanne asked. There was no mistaking the alarm in her voice. She started to struggle a bit, so Kristy put her leg over Jeanne's legs to brace her.
+""I am going to spank you over my knee,"" Kristy said. ""As soon as I'm done, I can go on without feeling pissed off.""
+""Please don't do this here."" Jeanne said tearfully. ""What if Logan comes to lock up?""
+Kristy grabbed the waistband of Jeanne's sweatpants and panties, and pulled them down in one motion.
+""It'll be over before you know it,"" Kristy said. ""You should count while I slap.""
+""I have to count?"" Jeanne asked.
+""Yep. I think thirty or forty should do it,"" Kristy said. ""We'll see how still you stay.""
+And with that, Kristy began spanking methodically, alternating from one buttock to the other. When Jeanne reached twenty, Kristy stopped for a moment and rubbed her ass gently. She dipped her finger into Jeanne's pussy, and was not surprised to find that she was dripping wet.
+""Jeanne, you love this, don't you?"" she asked.
+""No. Yes,"" she replied. ""Please stop. I'm so embarrassed. What if someone hears?""
+""Too bad. You should have asked permission to tutor Zamboni Boy. And you should have played better. You sucked today, so you deserve it,"" Kristy snapped. ""Keep counting.""
+Kristy resumed spanking, and Jeanne resumed counting until they reached forty. When the last blow had been delivered to her ass, Kristy caressed her red bottom gently and pulled her to her feet.
+""You can pull up your pants now, Bitch,"" Kristy said quietly. Without warning, she slapped Jeanne hard across the face.
+Jeanne's hand rose to her face, and she stifled a yelp.
+""That'll do, Bitch,"" Kristy said. ""Let's go.""
+When Kristy and Jeanne walked out of the locker room, Logan was standing there with his keys in his hand. The intense blush and the look on his face let Jeanne know that he knew what had happened in there. She looked at her shoes and twirled her hair madly as Kristy pulled her by the arm, out of the rink.
+* * * *
+The phone rang again, and Jeanne ignored it again. Her psychology book rested on her bed in front of her, but she hadn't even turned to the correct page. She felt lost and distraught, and she didn't know what to do about it.
+She was mortified to the core, knowing that Logan had heard what happened in the locker room. Even worse, she didn't know how much he had heard. She couldn't face him. How would she go to the rink? He was the Zamboni Guy. He was always there. Could she go to French class? Would he show up for a tutoring session?
+She got up and looked in the mirror. Kristy's handprint was still emblazoned on her cheek, and it was beginning to feel bruised. She thought about the sting of the smacks to her rear-end and how that had aroused her, and she felt deep shame. How could she let someone do that to her? Still, she knew that she got off on the mix of pleasure and pain, and she knew that spanking would become a permanent part of her sexual experience.
+She did not like the slap to the face though. When Kristy slapped her, she saw cruelty in her eyes caused by nothing more than jealousy of a tutoring session and a feeling of responsibility for Jeanne's actions on the ice. She realized that she was becoming afraid of Kristy and her temper.
+For a week Jeanne did everything in her power to avoid Logan and Kristy. She skipped French class twice. She didn't call Logan back when he called looking for help for the French test. At the rink she stayed away from Kristy and stopped watching the Zamboni as Logan cleaned the ice. She felt more alone than she had ever felt in her life, and she didn't know what to do about it.
+Despite her frequent absences from the dorm, even Terry noticed Jeanne's funk.
+""What is going on with you, girl?"" Terry asked. ""You haven't been yourself all week!""
+""I don't know. Nothing. Everything,"" Jeanne muttered.
+""Has anything been going on with Logan?"" Terry pushed. ""He hasn't been around since that first tutoring session.""
+Jeanne blushed and her fingers went straight to her hair. ""No, it's not Logan,"" she said, staring at the floor. ""I'm just having some trouble at practice, and...""
+""Practice? Hockey practice? What are you talking about?"" Terry asked.
+""The starting goalie, Kristy, and I aren't getting along. She's pretty tough,"" Jeanne explained. She was so ashamed of letting Kristy treat her the way she had, and Terry still didn't know that she was gay.
+""Kristy is a lesbian, you know,"" Terry explained. ""She might be trying to put the moves on you.""
+Jeanne's down-turned face betrayed the truth.
+""Jeanne,"" Terry started, ""are you a lesbian? Have you been dating Kristy?""
+Tears rolled down Jeanne's face, and Terry knew the truth. She went to Jeanne, and lifted her chin gently to look in her eyes.
+""Did Kristy give you that bruise on your face?"" she asked softly.
+Jeanne nodded and began to sob.
+""Oh, Jeannie. She can't treat you like that. You're nice and sweet, and you don't deserve this kind of abuse,"" Terry said with tears in her eyes.
+""I'm sorry I didn't tell you that I'm gay,"" Jeanne whispered.
+""Don't be sorry. It doesn't matter to me,"" Terry said, stroking her hair. ""It does matter that someone hit my friend though. She can't push you around like that. You have to stand up for yourself.""
+""That's not really how our relationship works,"" Jeanne said, twisting her hair tightly. ""She is kind of the boss of me.""
+Both girls sat quietly for a moment.
+""So I guess this is why you're not interested in Logan, huh?"" Terry said with a little smile.
+""Yeah,"" Jeanne replied, smiling back. She wasn't sure how true that statement was anymore.
+* * * *
+Having reached the maximum cuts in French class, Jeanne decided that she had to face Logan sometime. She arrived at class early, and sat in her usual seat. Logan also arrived early, hoping that she would be back to class. He knew that she was avoiding him, but he just wanted to talk to her.  
+He was grateful to see that she was there, and that they were alone, for the time being. He sat down next to her.
+""Jeanne,"" he said with hope in his voice. ""I'm so glad you're back.""
+""Hi, Logan,"" Jeanne said, looking down at the floor and trying to cover the faded bruise on her cheek with her hair.
+""Are you ok?"" he asked.
+""Yeah,"" she replied. ""I know you heard what happened in the locker room."" She bit the bullet and brought it up before he could.
+""I didn't hear much. I wish I had gotten there earlier. It sounded like you needed help,"" he replied.
+""No,"" she said. ""Kristy and I have a complicated friendship, but it's ok.""
+""It's ok that she left that bruise on your cheek?"" he asked incredulously.
+""Well, no, but..."" she started. She was interrupted when several other students and the instructor entered the room.
+Logan saved her by changing the subject. ""Can you tutor me again soon? Today even? I don't get this at all.
+""Sure. How's 6:30 at my room?"" she suggested, pushing thoughts of Kristy from her mind.
+* * * *
+Jeanne sat on the bus on the way to the next road game and pretended to sleep. She still hadn't talked to Kristy since she had bruised her face, but Kristy was not going to back down and let go so easily.
+She plopped herself in the aisle seat, next to Jeanne and gave her a little shake to rouse her. Jeanne reluctantly opened her eyes.
+Kristy didn't beat around the bush. ""Look, I'm sorry about your face. I was just so pissed at you, I got carried away,"" she explained.
+Jeanne's only reply was twisting her hair, so Kristy continued, ""It's just that you were playing like shit, and you didn't tell me about the tutoring. What was I supposed to think?""
+Jeanne's eyes welled up with tears, softening Kristy a bit. ""Hey,"" she said, reaching for her hand, ""I'm sorry. I know I get a little crazy when I'm mad. I just wish you had told me. Let's kiss and make up, ok?""
+With that, Kristy bent to Jeanne and kissed her softly. Jeanne didn't kiss back this time.
+""Ok, Bitch,"" Kristy stormed. ""Be that way, but you're not getting rid of me so easily.""
+Jeanne turned to look out the window. Kristy put her own ear buds in her ears and cranked her music loudly enough to annoy the people two seats behind her. Jeanne replaced her ear buds and went back to pretending to sleep, but the tears streaming down her face gave her away.
+* * * *
+The game was a disaster. Kristy played like crap, allowing 5 goals in two periods, and when the coach pulled her after the second period, she flipped out. She stormed around the locker room, ranting and raving, shouting curses, and threatening Jeanne.
+""You're benched for the next three games,"" the coach informed Kristy, interrupting her tirade. ""Stop acting like a baby and shut up.""
+Kristy exploded. ""Benched? You can't bench me! And let that little bitch play? Are you kidding me? This is all her fault. If she hadn't been such a bitch on the bus, none of this would have happened!""
+She punctuated her rant by punching a locker every time she said the word ""bitch"".
+As the team filed back out of the locker room, cowering from Kristy, the coach said simply, ""You'll pay for that locker. Have the trainer look at your hand. You're done.""
+Jeanne didn't do much better in the net. She let two more goals go by. Each should have been an easy block. She could feel the urge to twirl her hair, even with her gloves and helmet on. She saw the Zamboni drive onto the ice, and she thought about the day that Logan had saved her from Kristy. She wished he was riding the bus home with her.
+* * * *
+Before the next practice, the coach called Jeanne into her closet-like office.
+""Jeanne,"" she started, ""that last game was rough. I need to know that you can be on your game for us for the rest of the season.""
+""The rest of the season?"" Jeanne asked, shocked. Her fingers went straight to her hair. ""Did you kick Kristy off the team?""
+Jeanne was terrified. Kristy would blame her for everything. Jeanne was afraid that Kristy would kill her or something for this. She was close to panic.
+""No,"" the coach said. ""Kristy ended her own college hockey career when she punched that locker. She fractured her hand in three places, and won't be playing for weeks. If you can pull through for us, you'll be our starter for the rest of the season.""
+""I don't think I'm ready for this,"" Jeanne said nervously. Several strands of her hair broke off around her finger as she twirled it.
+""Just be confident, and you'll be awesome.""
+Jeanne took a deep breath, and said, ""Ok.""
+* * * *
+Jeanne checked the messages on her phone on the way to the locker room. She saw that there was a text from Logan, and she felt butterflies in her stomach.
+ _Tutor me tonight? 9 at your room?_
+She smiled to herself and took a deep, steadying breath.
+ _Ok. :-)_
+* * * *
+Jeanne didn't have to wait long to find out what Kristy thought of her new position as starting goalie. She was waiting outside of Jeanne's room for her when she got home from practice. Jeanne almost turned around and backed out of the hallway, but Kristy saw her before she had a chance to escape.
+""Jeanne,"" Kristy began, ""we have to discuss this.""
+Jeanne took a deep breath, and let her in. She closed and locked the door behind her.
+""Kristy,"" Jeanne started, but Kristy cut her off.
+""Jeanne, I didn't come here to fight with you. I miss you. I want us to be together,"" she explained. ""Come here."" She held out her arms, and Jeanne saw the purple cast on her hand.
+Jeanne went to her, and Kristy wrapped her arms around Jeanne. Jeanne stiffened at her touch.
+""C'mon. Please relax. Please kiss me,"" Kristy begged. Her hand reached up to grab Jeanne's hair, and she pulled gently.
+That demonstration of her dominance triggered Jeanne's submissive side, and she complied by opening her mouth and kissing Kristy. As the kiss deepened, Kristy began unbuttoning Jeanne's shirt with her good hand. Jeanne moaned a little, and Kristy took that as her permission to keep going. She pulled off her shirt and her jeans, leaving her in her bra and panties again.
+""We never did upgrade your underwear, did we?"" Kristy remarked. ""Take them off. I don't like them.""
+Jeanne slid the panties down her hips to the floor, and unhooked her bra. Kristy pulled it down and tossed it on the floor. ""At least I can do that part with this stupid hand,"" she said.
+When Jeanne was sitting on her bed, naked and vulnerable, Kristy said, ""So I guess you're going to be replacing me for a while, huh?""
+That comment sent Jeanne's hand straight to her hair, and she began twirling. ""Yeah, I guess.""
+Kristy reached out with her good hand and touched her tits, and said, ""You know this is all your fault, right?""
+She pushed Jeanne back on the bed, and spread her legs. She dipped her head between her legs and began licking her pussy. Jeanne was beginning to relax and enjoy the heat building in her pussy, and she closed her eyes.
+""Open your eyes, Jeanne. I'm not even going to blindfold you today,"" she mocked. ""I want you to see what a bad girl you've been."" She licked her clit for another moment, and then got up from the bed.
+Kristy went to her backpack, the same backpack in which she had carried the dildo and blindfold last time, and Jeanne's anxiety began to increase.
+""What are you going to do to me?"" Jeanne whispered.
+""Wait and see,"" Kristy snickered cruelly. She took something out of her bag that looked a bit like a leather flyswatter.
+""Turn over,"" Kristy ordered. Jeanne complied reluctantly.
+""We'll start with a little spanking for you. I know you'll like that,"" Kristy sneered.
+""Please don't use that...that thing,"" Jeanne pleaded. She was nervous.
+Kristy responded by swatting her bottom hard. _Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack._
+""Ow!"" Jeanne yelped. ""Please stop. Use your hand, if you have to, but please don't...""
+ _Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack._
+Jeanne started to cry. ""Please Kristy. That hurts. Spank me with your hand. You know I like that.""
+ _Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack._
+This time Jeanne was silent. Her bottom felt like it was on fire. This was much more painful than the hand-spankings she had gotten from Kristy in the past. Her fear increased every time the leather hit her skin. She was naïve, but she had an idea that there should be some sort of signal that she could give Kristy to let her know that she had reached her limit.
+ _Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack._
+""Ok, Bitch,"" Kristy sneered. ""Get on your back. I've got something else for you.""
+She pulled out a flogger. Jeanne had no idea what it was, but she had a pretty good idea of what it would be used for.
+""Spread your legs, Jeanne. You'll love this,"" she commanded.
+Jeanne held her legs tightly together, which surprised Kristy. ""Are you fighting me, Bitch? Not a good idea.""
+""Kristy,"" she pleaded, ""please stop. I can't take any more pain.""
+Kristy pretended not to hear. She began swinging the flogger closer and closer to Jeanne's body, eventually landing the tails on Jeanne's breasts. She smacked over and over, bringing Jeanne to tears. Red patches as bright as strawberries appeared on Jeanne's small, angry-looking tits.
+""Spread your legs, Jeanne,"" Kristy repeated. ""I'll leave those poor baby titties alone if you do what you're told.""
+Jeanne finally complied, begging Kristy not to hurt her, ""Please Kristy. This is too much. Please.""
+Kristy wound up the flogger and smacked Jeanne's pussy over and over again. Each time the flogger landed, Jeanne yelped a little louder. Finally Kristy grew tired of her tears, and put the flogger away.
+""That's for making me break my hand, Bitch.""
+Kristy then took her own clothes off and returned to the backpack. Jeanne covered her eyes, afraid of what was coming next. She understood that this was punishment, not love or kinky sex, and she was desperately trying to come up with a plan to get out of this relationship before she got hurt too badly.
+Kristy returned wearing nothing but her cast and something that looked like leather panties. As she turned to Jeanne, Jeanne realized that the penis that she had been fucked with before was sticking out of the leather.
+""Got a strap-on, just for you, Bitch,"" Kristy announced. ""Spread your legs good and wide.""
+Kristy climbed on top of her, wincing a little when she put weight on her broken hand. She arranged herself between Jeanne's legs and pushed the tip of the dildo against Jeanne's pussy. She did not check to if Jeanne's pussy was wet or not, and went ahead, entering her roughly.
+""Ooh,"" Kristy said. ""I guess that wasn't as exciting for you as I had hoped. You're not all wet and slippery, like I thought you'd be.""
+Tears were streaming down Jeanne's face, but that only made Kristy bolder. ""Well, we need to save the lube for what comes next, so you better suck my cock. Sit up,"" she commanded as she pulled Jeanne up. She stuck the dildo into her mouth, and began to fuck her mouth with it. After a moment, she pushed Jeanne back down on the bed and spread her thighs.
+""Here's a little lube for you, Bitch,"" she said, and she spat on her pussy three times.
+Jeanne had never felt so humiliated, even when Kristy had spanked her in the locker room. She felt like she was dying of embarrassment.
+Kristy entered her once again, and this time, she was able to slide the silicone cock all the way into Jeanne in one thrust. Jeanne practically screamed from the pain.
+Jeanne tried to relax, knowing that it would be over soon, and that her cries only excited Kristy further, but it was to no avail. Kristy fucked her and fucked her, until she thought she had to be bleeding.
+And then it got worse.
+Jeanne felt defeated and spent, but she tried to get up. She didn't think of calling for help, simply because this was Kristy, not some stranger. It never occurred to her that Kristy was doing was truly wrong, that she was being raped by her angry girlfriend.
+Kristy helped Jeanne get up, but instead of helping her to her feet, she planted Jeanne on her hands and knees. Jeanne cried and tried to protest, but she didn't have any energy left to fight. She was sobbing quietly into her pillow when she heard the click of the lube bottle, and felt the cold liquid being smeared across her asshole.
+Jeanne felt Kristy's finger poking into her anus. This was the first time she had been penetrated anally by anything, and she was surprised to find that the feeling of fullness back there actually felt quite good. ""Oh, Kristy,"" she whined, ""please go easy.""
+Kristy pulled her finger out and added a second. She eased them in and out gently, eliciting a satisfied sigh from Jeanne.
+""Do you like that?"" Kristy asked.
+""I guess I do,"" Jeanne said, sounding surprised.
+""Ready to try something bigger?"" Kristy pressed.
+""Please be gentle,"" Jeanne replied. ""I'm scared.""
+""I'll use a lot of lube,"" Kristy promised.
+Jeanne felt more of the cold, slippery liquid in her crack, and she braced herself for the unknown. She felt more in-control of herself and the situation than she did just minutes before.
+""Relax your asshole,"" Kristy commanded, and lined the tip of the dildo up with Jeanne's tight pucker. ""This will hurt a little bit, but will feel good soon.""
+Jeanne took a deep breath, and tried to relax her muscles. She felt Kristy pushing against her, and the head of the phallus began to slip inside of her. Kristy pushed harder, and Jeanne felt a stab of pain through her ass and into her belly.
+""Ahh. That hurts. Slow down,"" Jeanne whined. ""Just leave it there for a minute.""
+""Do you like it?"" Kristy asked.
+""Not yet. Just go easy,"" Jeanne replied.
+Both women held still for a moment, and when Jeanne felt the pain ease up as her anus became accustomed to the intrusion, she pushed herself back onto the phallus. Now she was able to take it all the way in, the rigid cock sliding in easily now that she was opened up.
+""Can I fuck you now?"" Kristy asked.
+""Yes. Just not too hard,"" Jeanne replied.
+While Kristy slid her fake cock in and out of Jeanne's ass, Jeanne used her own fingers to rub her clit in fast, tight circles. She was surprised how much she liked being fucked in the ass, and was more surprised as she felt the heat in her clit building toward orgasm.
+""You like that cock in your ass, don't you?"" Kristy asked rhetorically.
+The dirty talk sent Jeanne over the edge, and she exploded, cumming hard.
+""Unngg. Oh, god. Oh, fuck. I'm cumming!"" Jeanne yelled.
+She collapsed face-first on the bed, and began to relax, the dildo still planted in her asshole.
+""That actually felt good,"" Jeanne said breathlessly.
+Suddenly, both women heard a key in the lock, and they froze.
+""It's ok,"" Jeanne whispered. ""My roommate knows about us.""
+* * * *
+The problem was that it wasn't just Terry coming through the door. It was 9:03, and Logan had met Terry in the lobby of the dorm. The door opened, and Terry was the first to walk through the door.
+""Oh, my god,"" Terry said.
+Logan walked through the door before Terry had a chance to stop him.
+""Holy shit!"" Logan exclaimed. ""What the fuck?""
+Jeanne whipped around, dislodging the dildo from her ass. She grabbed at her clothes and began to wail.
+""Is that the fucking Zamboni Guy?"" Kristy shouted.
+""Oh, my god! What time is it?"" Jeanne yelled.
+""Time to tutor me in French,"" Logan answered, totally bewildered. ""What the hell is going on here?""
+It was mayhem in that tiny dorm room.
+Terry took charge of the situation. She grabbed Jeanne's bathrobe from her closet, and covered her. She whispered in Jeanne's ear, ""What do you want me to do? Do you want me to get rid of Logan?""
+""No,"" Jeanne whispered. ""Get Kristy out of here.""
+Terry replied, ""I got this. Call me when it's ok to come back, even if it's tomorrow.""
+Terry grabbed the pile of clothes from the floor, and pulled Kristy out the door with her. The door closed, and they were gone.
+Logan looked at Jeanne. She was a mess. ""Please tell me what the hell is going on.""
+Jeanne grabbed that lock of hair, and started to tell the tale.
+* * * *
+4th of July Weekend
+Jeanne sat on the couch in the living room at her parents' house, watching out the window like a little kid waiting for the ice cream truck. Her parents had left for the lake for the holiday weekend, and she was waiting for Logan to arrive. She looked at the clock for the hundredth time, and was pretty sure that the big hand had gotten stuck.
+Finally she saw Logan's car making its way down her street, and she flushed with excitement. Her hand went to her hair, but she quickly remembered that she had gotten it cut short. It was her crazy effort to stop twirling her hair and to look more confident. She hoped that if she _looked_ confident, she could _be_ more confident.
+She ran to the door and threw herself into his arms right in the driveway.
+""Jeanne? Your hair is amazing!"" Logan said, obviously surprised. ""You look great!""
+She blushed a little, and said, ""C'mon in! Where's your stuff?""
+They walked into the kitchen, where Jeanne had set the table for two. It was just about dinner time.
+""Are your parents here? Do I get to meet them today?"" he asked eagerly.
+""No, they left for the lake an hour ago. They won't be back until Monday,"" Jeanne explained.
+""So we're here all by ourselves for the whole weekend, huh?"" Logan confirmed.
+""All alone,"" she nodded.
+Logan stepped closer to Jeanne and took her hands in his. He bent down and kissed her. She melted into his body as he wrapped his arms around her, and she opened up her mouth to accept his tongue.
+Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
+""Oh! I forgot! I ordered a pizza,"" Jeanne explained, grabbing her wallet and heading for the door.
+Logan took the opportunity to adjust his stiffening cock. He and Jeanne had gone on several dates after she broke up with Kristy, but they had taken their physical relationship slowly. He had been surprised when Jeanne invited him to stay at her house alone, but she had dropped several large hints to the effect that she was ready. He was a more-than-a-little excited at that prospect.
+* * * *
+After dinner, Jeanne gave Logan the grand tour of her humble abode.
+In the living room, Logan looked over the series of school photos on the wall. ""You're an only child, huh?""
+""Yeah. Sometimes it's lonely, but I'm always busy with hockey and all,"" Jeanne said.
+""I can't get over how great this haircut is,"" he said. ""It makes you look powerful.""
+""I don't know about that,"" Jeanne said, blushing once again. ""It keeps me from twirling it though, so I guess that's an improvement.""
+They made their way into Jeanne's small bedroom at the end of the hallway. It was pink and girlie, which contrasted sharply with the hockey trophies stuck on shelves, on the desk, and basically in every nook and cranny available. Medals and ribbons hung from walls, corkboards, and doorknobs.
+""Holy shit. That's a lot of hardware,"" he said, admiringly.
+""Not really,"" she said modestly. ""They handed out trophies like souvenirs around here when I was growing up. It's kind of silly.""
+Logan went to the mirror over Jeanne's dresser where she had tucked photos under the frame.
+""State champs. That's amazing. You really are an awesome goalie,"" he said, truly impressed.
+""It was a great team. I can't claim the credit,"" she said, reaching for that piece of hair that was no longer there.
+""Who is this?"" he asked, his hand coming to rest on a picture of Jeanne and Pam posing on the Zamboni.
+""That's Pam,"" she said. ""She was my first girlfriend. She's in California now.""
+""Did they let you drive the Zamboni?"" he joked.
+Logan paused before taking the conversation in a new direction.  
+""Have you always had girlfriends? Or have there been boyfriends too?"" he asked cautiously.
+""There's been Pam and Kristy. You're the only guy I've ever kissed,"" she explained. ""Until I met you, I really thought I was a lesbian. Now I'm not so sure.""
+They sat on her bed, facing each other.
+""Can we talk about your relationship with Kristy?"" Logan asked.
+""We already had this discussion,"" she reminded. ""We talked all about it that night in my dorm room, remember?""
+""Why did you let her be so rough with you? She was supposed to care for you, but she caused you so much pain,"" he added.
+With no hair to twirl, Jeanne looked very uncomfortable. Tears sprang to her eyes, and she looked down at the floor.
+After a long pause, she said, ""Kristy took advantage of the fact that I wanted to please her. It started out with a little bit of experimentation, and she used it to dominate me. I didn't realize that it had gotten out of hand until she hit me in the locker room.""
+""Did you like being submissive to her? Do you feel like you need to be dominated in a relationship?"" he asked, with a concerned look in his eye. ""Because I'm not sure I can fill that role for you.""
+""No. Not at all,"" Jeanne rushed to reply. ""I have to confess, that there were some times when she'd spank me a little, and I'd like the way it felt, but I'm ready for a normal, non-abusive relationship.""
+""Ok. Are you sure?"" he pressed one more time.
+""Yes. I'm sure,"" she laughed a little. ""I think I will need some guidance on this heterosexual sex thing though. I've only done it with girls.""
+""I'm gonna be a typical guy here and just say how freaking hot that is,"" he teased.
+Jeanne slapped his arm, and said, ""Yeah. It was pretty hot."" She winked, and then leaned in to kiss him.
+""Is this where we get to that heterosexual sex thing?"" he asked in a husky voice. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her towards him. He rubbed her back while they kissed.
+Jeanne just nodded while she kissed him.
+Logan's hands began to wander like a horny teenager's. Jeanne felt his hands on her breasts, and she took a sharp breath.
+""Can I take your shirt off?"" he asked. ""Please.""
+""Yes,"" she answered. ""Please.""
+She unhooked her pink bra and allowed Logan a moment to look at her tits. He reached out and placed his thumbs on her nipples while his palms cupped her small breasts.
+""They look way smaller in your big hands,"" she said with dismay.
+""They are perfect,"" he said as he dipped his head to kiss one nipple and then the other.
+Jeanne stretched her head back so far that she fell back on the bed. Logan took the opportunity to remove her jeans. ""Do you want to keep your panties on?"" he asked.
+""Doesn't seem to be much of a point,"" she replied. ""Did I mention that you are getting lucky tonight?""
+""I'm already lucky,"" he said as he pulled her pink thong down her slim hips. ""These are pretty. Too bad I want to get in them so badly.""
+""Kristy always said she wanted to take me lingerie shopping because I wore granny panties. When I knew I was having company, I went shopping myself."" As Logan pulled the silky material off her feet, she said, ""I'll wear them for you later.""
+""Oh, my god. You are beautiful,"" he said reverently. ""It's hard to imagine such a sexy body under those goalie pads.""
+He ran his hands from her breasts, down her hips, and around to her thighs. He pushed her legs apart gently, and sucked in a ragged breath as he got his first glimpse of her sex. He took his middle finger, and ran his fingertip from her clitoris down to her vagina. He could see how aroused she was before he felt it.
+""Finger me,"" Jeanne requested.
+He slowly slid his finger inside her, enjoying the slipperiness of her arousal. He pushed his finger in and out of her several times before locating her G-spot. As he rubbed there, he used his other finger to rub her clit.
+Jeanne began moaning, and he knew he had to taste her.
+He stopped rubbing for a moment, and Jeanne watched as he took off his shirt. He decided to leave his pants on for the time being. He wanted Jeanne to enjoy this without thinking about his pleasure.
+Jeanne nodded her approval. ""You are fucking sexy.""
+""I'm going to lick your pussy now, Jeanne. Is that ok with you?"" he asked.
+""Oh, my god. Eat me, please,"" she begged.
+He used his fingers to hold open her labia, and dipped the tip of his tongue into her opening. They shuddered together at this first touch. ""Lick me,"" Jeanne whispered.
+Logan began licking softly around her clitoris, testing all around for Jeanne's reaction. He swirled around one side of her clit, and then the other. Suddenly Jeanne grabbed his head, pulling his hair a little, and he knew he had found his mark.
+""You like that, Baby?"" he murmured with his mouth pressed to her pussy.
+""Oh, my fucking god. Lick me there harder,"" she moaned.
+Logan increased the speed of his tongue, and poked his finger back inside her to rub her G-spot once again. Her hips started bucking, and she tugged harder on his hair.
+When Jeanne began flexing her feet, he looked up over her slim body. Her chest was flushing, and he knew that she was close to cumming. He began to murmur with his lips against her flesh, ""C'mon baby. Cum for me. Cum on my face, Baby.""
+Her head began thrashing back and forth, and she muttered incoherently. A moment later, and her entire body tensed. Her legs pressed together, trapping his head, and she pulled his head hard. She yelled right out loud, ""I'm cumming. I'm cumming hard. Fuck me, I'm cumming.""
+Finally, as the tension evaporated from her body, she let out a long, loud, ""Aaahhhhh.""
+Logan escaped the grip of her thighs, and settled in next to her to kiss her. His tongue poked into her mouth, and he realized that she could probably taste her own pussy on his mouth. With a laugh, he realized that the taste of pussy was more familiar to her than his past lovers.
+""That was amazing,"" she said. ""You eat pussy as well as any lesbian.""
+""That's a good compliment, I guess,"" he said, smiling.
+They sat quietly, kissing a bit for a moment. Jeanne finally broke the silence.
+""I guess it's time to try something new,"" she said quietly. ""Take your pants off, ok?""
+Logan got to his feet, and unbuttoned his jeans. He lowered his zipper slowly, and then started to pull his pants down. ""Do you want me to keep my underwear on?"" he asked quietly.
+""Depends. Are they tighty-whiteys?"" she teased.
+""Boxer-briefs. My favorite,"" he replied.
+""Take them off,"" she said. ""I need to jump right in here before I chicken out.""
+""Chicken out? What's there to be afraid of?"" he asked defensively.
+""You remember. The last time I had something dick-shaped inside of me, it was painful and traumatic,"" she reminded.
+""Well, it was a hard piece of plastic shoved up your ass, of course it hurt!"" he exclaimed. ""I'll be much nicer to you.""
+He eased the rest of his clothing off his body, watching Jeanne's eyes as she saw his cock for the first time. She looked excited, but not scared, even though he was rock-hard.
+""Can I touch it?"" she asked.
+""You think you need to ask?"" he said. ""Please touch me.""
+Jeanne wrapped her hand around his rigid flesh and ran her thumb through the pre-cum that was gathering in his slit.
+""Ooh. Slippery!"" she squealed.
+She rubbed her hand back and forth on his cock, eliciting a soft moan.
+""I've got to lie down,"" he said. ""My knees are shaking.""
+Jeanne rearranged herself between his legs and continued to stroke him.
+""Take a taste, if you want,"" he suggested.
+Jeanne bent to lick the head of his cock softly, tentatively tasting his pre- cum. ""Salty,"" she said. ""Does it taste like cum?""
+""Well, I can't say that I've never taken a little taste, but it's not like I have a lot of experience with tasting things that come out of a cock,"" he said, smiling.
+""Oh, yeah,"" she replied. ""I'm the gay one."" She winked at him, and then opened her mouth and lowered it onto his cock. She started by sucking gently on the head, taking more and more of him into her mouth on each suck.
+""Baby's first blowjob,"" he said with satisfaction. ""You're doing great. A little lower. See if you can get it all into your mouth.""
+Both Jeanne and Logan were surprised to see that she could.
+She began moving her head up and down on his cock, sliding it in and out along her tongue.
+""Rub my balls,"" he moaned. She complied, rubbing him gently, but sucking him harder.
+""Oh, Baby,"" he moaned again. ""You're gonna make me cum. Do you want me to cum in your mouth?""
+""I think so,"" she tried to say with her mouth full of hard cock. She pulled her mouth off and said, ""I think I want you to. I'll try.""
+""Ok, Babe. It won't take long. Keep rubbing my balls,"" he suggested.
+Jeanne resumed sucking his cock and rubbing his balls, and a moment later, he grabbed her head. ""I'm there. I'm cumming. Get ready,"" he moaned.
+Jeanne didn't know what to expect, so she stopped sucking for a moment.
+""No!"" he yelled sharply. ""Keep sucking. Suck the cum right out of my cock.""
+As soon as she started again, she was rewarded with the first spurt of the salty, slightly sour, thick liquid. She jumped, almost letting his cock out of her mouth, but he held her head in place. ""Keep sucking. Not too hard. I'm still cumming.""
+Spurt after spurt of warm semen entered her mouth, and Jeanne fought the urge to gag. She finally pulled off his cock, and swallowed quickly, before she could change her mind.
+She could still taste him on her tongue, and she smiled.
+""I just gave a blowjob,"" she announced proudly. ""I never thought I'd actually give a blowjob. Your cock is so much softer and warmer than Kristy's dildo. I loved that,"" she rambled.
+She placed her hand back on his cock. ""Oh, it's getting softer,"" she remarked.
+""Give me ten minutes to rest and recover,"" he said. ""Afterward, I'll pop your cherry.""
+""I think Kristy took care of that with her gigantic dong,"" Jeanne said, shaking her head.
+""Figuratively speaking, anyway,"" he added. ""Let's just snuggle for a few minutes.""
+Both Jeanne and Logan dozed for a while before Jeanne woke Logan by stroking his cock gently. His erection responded before Logan did. When he awoke, he ran his hand all over Jeanne's body. He put his fingers between her legs to tease her.
+""What do you think? Wanna have some heterosexual sex?"" he asked with a dopey look on his face.
+""You betcha,"" she replied. ""Am I wet enough, do you think?""
+He responded by getting to his knees, spreading Jeanne's legs, and going down on her again. He licked softly, and felt her getting wetter.
+He bent her knees toward her body, and spread her knees even wider. He leaned over her, and used his hand to line his cock up with the entrance to Jeanne's pussy. He pushed ever-so-slightly.
+""That's good. Keep going,"" Jeanne coached. ""I can take it.""
+He slid farther into her, until she gasped.
+""Take a deep breath,"" he suggested.
+""I'm ok,"" she said. ""Keep going.""
+He withdrew almost all the way before plunging in again, a little faster this time. After three more strokes, Jeanne was ready, and she said, ""Ok. Just fuck me. That feels awesome.""
+Logan was grateful that he had cum in her mouth first, otherwise he wouldn't have lasted more than two minutes. He enjoyed every stroke in and out.
+Jeanne could feel his cock sliding against her G-spot, but she thought perhaps a different angle would give her more friction.
+""Hang on. I want you fuck me from behind,"" she said. She got onto her knees and wiggled her ass at Logan.
+""O-k,"" he said slowly. ""Should I go easy?""
+""NO!"" she practically shouted. ""Fuck me. Make me cum.""
+Logan began sliding his cock in and out, faster and faster, plowing her from behind.
+Jeanne reached down and rubbed her clit. ""I'm getting close. I just need one more thing,"" she panted.
+""What's that?"" Logan asked.
+""I need you to spank me. Not too hard or anything,"" she added quickly.
+Before she could change her mind, he gave her two sharp smacks to her bottom. He was surprised to realize that spanking her excited him, and he felt himself getting closer to cumming.
+""Again?"" he asked.
+""Yes. Not too hard, but keep spanking me until I cum,"" she answered.
+He was only too happy to comply.
+ _Smack, smack, smack, smack._
+Jeanne rubbed her clit harder and harder. ""Oh, my god. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum,"" she moaned.
+""Ung. Fuck. Oh, my god. Fuck,"" Logan grunted. ""I'm cumming!"" He pulled his cock out of Jeanne's pussy, and spurted his load all over her ass.
+Feeling his warm cum landing on her skin gave Jeanne that last push over the edge, and she joined Logan in the orgasmic chorus, ""Oh, my god. I'm cumming. Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.""
+Both Logan and Jeanne collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. Jeanne felt Logan's cum dripping down her body, and it dawned on her what Kristy had meant when she said that sex with a man was messy. She stifled the urge to laugh out loud.
+Logan nuzzled her hair, and she said as they drifted to sleep, ""Logan, I don't think I'm a lesbian.""
+* * * *
+Late Monday morning, Logan and Jeanne were sitting at the table, eating Lucky Charms and drinking coffee. They played footsies under the table and talked about next year's hockey team. Jeanne would be the starting goalie right from the beginning of the season this time, although she still had her doubts that she was the best person for the job.
+""You deserve it. You're awesome. You just need to remember that. Be confident, be awesome,"" he said. ""You said it yourself.""
+""Will you give me a Zamboni ride when we get back?"" she asked with a grin.
+They heard the front door opening. Jeanne jumped a little, and reached up for her hair. Remembering that it was short, she placed her hands on the table.
+""Good thing we got dressed, huh?"" she said, poking Logan in the leg with her foot.
+""Hi, Mom,"" she yelled. ""We're in the kitchen.""
+Her parents entered the kitchen, and her mother's jaw dropped.
+""Mom, Dad. This is Logan,"" Jeanne introduced. ""What's the matter?""
+""Jeanne, I assumed Logan was a girl,"" her mother explained tentatively.
+""No. Logan is a guy, but I guess you can see that. Is this cool?"" she asked, afraid that her parents would be upset that she had a guy staying over with no supervision.
+""It's just that... It's just that... We're a little surprised,"" she stammered. We thought you were gay!"""
+62,F2: Plaza De Toros,MarieWriter,Chain Stories,2013-08-07,2013-08-07,2022-01-08 03:48:08,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f2-plaza-de-toros,"A woman on the run stops for a visit to an old friend, only","['Bull Fighter', 'Couple', 'Erotic Coupling', 'Fawc', 'Love', 'Mystery Basket', 'Spain']",4.62,"**FAWC2: Plaza de Toros**
+ _(Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered around a random determination of four ""mystery ingredients."" There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.)_
+(The mystery ingredients for this story were: Ambition, Location, Energetic, Sport.)
+* * * *
+Alexis sat mesmerized as she watched the spectacle unfolding before her and listened to the cheering crowd... _""Ole!""_ they shouted repeatedly as the matador danced around a huge snorting bull in the middle of the ring. This was her first bullfight and truth be known, she had only ducked in here to avoid the two men she knew to be following her. _Would they have followed her in here?_ No, and if they did it would not matter. Here she knew she was safe, thanks in no small part to her host, The Don.
+Don Carlos Giovanni had given her a standing invitation some years ago to attend a _Corrida De Toros_ with him when she returned to Spain. Now here she was, finally taking advantage of it, even if she had ulterior motives. She did not realize how close to the floor his box was- something that made him more important than she appreciated. When Alexis had stopped to purchase her _billete_ , she had gently let slip The Don's name. That was all it took- ticket in hand she had been immediately ushered right to the seats where he rose to greet her with a kiss and a lingering hug. Lexi thought him unsurprised at her appearance, as if he knew she would join him today. Don Carlos sat beside her now, completely engrossed in the action. He was a sweet old man and Alexis smiled inwardly at the many memories of his awkward attempts to seduce her over the years.
+ _""Ole!""_ the crowd shouted again, bringing her back to the action. The noise assaulted her senses and she refocused on the _ruedo_ , the bullring. She looked hard at the Matador- he looked different somehow, not as resplendent as before. She suddenly realized what it was ... his uniform, what did they call it, oh yes she remembered, his _traje de luce_ , it was no longer that majestic gold. Splattered with a mixture of red and brown from what she assumed to be the dust of the arena, and maybe the consequences of the bullfight itself, it had lost some of its luster.
+Unfamiliar with the flow of the fight she watched with a mix of wonder and uncertainty as the action in the ring seemed to come to a standstill - both bull and matador locked into a staring contest. The crowd, understanding the moment, cheered louder still, their voices rising in a uniform crescendo and confused or not, Alexi found herself swept up in the action. _""Indulto! Indulto!""_ They began to shout. Someone threw a white rose into the ring and the matador skillfully stepped toward it, watching the bull closely... bloodied and tired, he still had enough fight in him to be dangerous.
+Tossing his red capote off to the side, he placed his hand on the bull's forehead and deftly scooped up the rose. The crowd roared with approval as he placed it between his teeth. He moved back away from the animal and within two quick steps, he was in front of Don Carlos and offered Alexis the rose.
+Startled she was unsure what to do... The Don leaned close and over the noise of the approving crowd shouted to Lexi. ""He is asking for your decision.""
+Looking down at the matador, she responded, ""To what?""
+""The ' _Indulto'_ my dear. _The Pardon._ It is now your decision. Did _El Toro_ fight bravely enough to have his life spared Señorita Alexis? That is his question to you.""
+Alexis looked up as The Don smiled and swept his arm in a gesture over the crowd causing them to roar all the louder. ""The people want to know if the bull should live..."" The Don spoke to Alexis. When she did not answer, he glanced at her and realized the moment had captured her, so he repeated himself in Spanish, trying to refocus her attentions. _""La gente, señorita, la gente quiere saber si el toro debe vivir.""_ He said, still facing the crowd yet talking to her.
+ _""Como se dice, 'Si?'""_ she asked, startled from her thoughts and lapsing into Spanish with him.
+""La rosa Lexi,"" The Don smiled at her. ""Stand and bow to el Mataor y los picadors and place the rose in your hair, quickly before El Toro recovers. Do that and the bull lives, or throw it back to the Matador and, well..."" his voice trailed off.
+Alexis looked at Don Carlos, her eyes twinkling in the moment. She smiled at The Don then stood, faced the Matador, bowed, then bowed to the picadors and placed the rose in her hair. The crowd rose to their feet in unison, their voices shouting their approval of her decision.
+Don Carlos watched Alexis as she soaked in the crowd's appreciation. He appreciated her as well, only in a different way he admitted to himself. ""What a shame I've never been able to experience you,"" he whispered aloud. Then he gently touched Alexis' hand and spoke in her ear smiling, "" _Muy buena decision mi amor,_ a very good decision indeed.""
+* * * *
+After the events had finished they remained in The Don's box seats. Around them two men held oversized umbrellas to shade them from the evening's sun as it tracked across the sky to begin its journey into night. Alexis listened as Don Carlos and his other guests discussed the day's battles. The bullring had all but emptied and she gave thought of leaving but knew that crashing in on him like this meant she would have to accept his dinner invitation. Not to mention fending off his clumsy advances before she could slip away tonight, she smiled to herself.
+Don Carlos turned to Lexi and speaking in Spanish to the benefit of all of his guests asked her why she had changed her mind and decided to join them this afternoon.
+""My flight doesn't leave until tomorrow Don Carlos. You have extended the offer so many times I felt it rude of me not to accept. Besides I don't know when I'll have the chance to return to beautiful Spain again my friend.""
+""I'm pleased you decided to join me my dear,"" he spoke. ""Today of all days is a special day indeed.""
+""Oh Don, you are too kind. It's just another day."" Lexi answered, lapsing into English.
+Don Carlos cackled a hearty deep laughter, a sound very pleasing to Alexis. ""My dear,"" he spoke between chuckles, ""I had no idea you had that kind of vanity in you. _Pero, no mi dulce amor,_ it is special for a different reason. No Lexi, today the great Matador himself will join us for dinner. Señor Juan Santiago Diego Sanchez, the greatest Matador in all of Spain will be our guest in just a few minutes. You did not know who he was when you accepted his flower did you my sweet?""
+""No,"" Alexis responded, in a voice a bit too soft, her embarrassment of being called vain by Don Carlos plain on her face.
+""Of course not my dear, how could you? You have never accepted an invitation to the Corrida De Toros before today. Ahhh, but what a day you chose to accept. Look."" Don Carlos pointed with his head behind Alexis. ""Here he comes now,"" he said, rising to his feet to greet the great man.
+* * * *
+Dinner was a lively affair, as are all celebrations after a good bullfight. Lexi wondered if the merriment was one of friendship or simply celebrating the matador's survival. Doubtless, a bit of both she decided. During the evening, she had been very careful to avoid all the wine Don Carlos had been pouring into her glass. She had colluded with the servant girls before dinner and one of them was discreetly assisting by switching out a near empty glass for each full glass the moment The Don turned away. Alexis wondered if they were in the back room drinking the stuff themselves. Not that she would blame them. The wine he served came from the grapes he grew and she knew it to be of the finest quality.
+Alexis had noticed that _El Matador,_ Juan Diego Sanchez, the 'great man' as Don Carlos had called him, likewise had been avoiding the alcohol. He passed under the excuse that he must fight again tomorrow, the final day of the festival. She had been looking him over as the evening wore on and more than once she noticed him offering her the same compliment.
+The chatter went on forever before Señor Matador offered excuses to Don Carlos and his guests, then asked Alexis if she would like to walk the grounds with him, to look over The Don's most impressive gardens and topiaries.
+Looking toward Don Carlos, she was relieved when he waved her away with a smile and a brush of his hand. ""Enjoy yourself,"" he winked at her, turning back to his guests, including the younger woman he had been not so covertly admiring.
+* * * *
+Alexis and Juan walked down the flowing marble staircase out under the twinkling stars of the warm summer's night. They had walked about forty yards from the large house when Juan surprised her by asking if she thought that Don Carlos would be successful with the woman he was attempting to seduce.
+""I don't know,"" she answered honestly, laughing. ""I wouldn't bet against him.""
+""Nor would I,"" Juan remarked, ""even with her husband sitting at the table.""
+Startled, Alexis turned to him. "" _Her husband_? Her husband is at the table with them?""
+""Oh yes. The man in the purple shirt is her husband. Doctor. José Benito De La Rosa. The woman The Don is working so hard to win, is his bride, María Carmen De La Rosa. "" Juan answered her.
+""I had no idea. Her husband seems considerably older that she appears to be."" Alexis said, more to herself than to Juan.
+""I agree, and somehow that seems precisely why I think Señor Don Carlos Giovanni, he of two ancestries'- half Spaniard, half Italian, will have her this very evening."" Juan said flatly.
+Alexi stopped to look at him. ""You are so bad!"" She mockingly teased him. ""Is that her real name, María Carmen?""
+Juan laid his hands over his chest as if to say, "" _Me, I'm bad_?"" Then breaking out in a strong laugh continued, ""Yes, it's her real name. The doctor is very famous in Spain. He is actually the chief physician for the bullring. She took his name when they were married. As to me being bad, yes, perhaps so, but do you not agree señorita, that Don Carlos will have her?"" he asked, his face opening in a questioning expression as he looked down into Lexis' eyes.
+""I will not be brought into your musings on The Don, _Señor Matador_."" Alexis spoke in false indignation, refusing to break eye contact. ""He is our host.""
+They laughed at her remarks and walked a bit further in silence before Alexis broke the spell. ""The stars are beautiful this evening.""
+""Yes they are."" Juan answered absent-mindedly.
+Lexi found herself a bit disappointed. She had given him an opening, and he had not taken it. She considered him attractive, rugged in a very manly way. She wondered what kind of lover he might make. Could he handle women with the same ability as the bulls in the arena she mused?
+Their walk took them through an area of deep green vegetation to a gazebo overlooking the fields. The grass was thick and lush. The trees, in perfect alignment, were stunning in their beauty. Vineyards stretched as far as the eye could see.
+""The grapes are quite something,"" Alexis whispered, wanting to fill the silence without breaking the moment.
+Juan looked at them. ""They are,"" he whispered back. He could feel the sexual tension in the air but suddenly found himself doubting if she felt it as well.
+The silence lingered and Juan decided it was not to be this evening. He did have to fight tomorrow and the hour was drawing late. Turning to Alexis he said, ""Speaking of grapes señorita...""
+'Yes?"" she answered, looking across the fields.
+""Did you enlist the maids before the evening started to assist with your wine, or did it just work out that way?""
+Lexi laughed and swung her face toward Juan, her hair flying with the movement. ""Oh, we've been through this before my friend. The Don, he pours it out, and the staff always saves me from a fate worse than drunkenness.""
+""And what fate is that?"" he asked, genuinely interested.
+""The Don of course."" Alexis laughed as she answered. ""I believe he tries to seduce every one of his female guests.""
+Juan laughed with her. ""I do believe your right. He's quite successful by the way.""
+""Well,"" she mocked him, ""not with all of his guests.""
+Juan grew serious and said, ""Not yet anyway.""
+Lexi looked at him and realized he was toying with her. ""Perhaps one day he may be successful. Do you think he is a good lover?"" She teased back.
+""I truly do not know. I would call him accomplished, simply by the number of woman he most certainly has had.""
+""A far different thing than being a good lover, something many men don't seem to realize.""
+""I give señorita,"" Juan spoke, throwing his arms up in surrender. ""I do not wish to debate you on the Don's conquests.""
+""As well you shouldn't,"" Alexis huffed. ""And speaking of wine, I noticed you didn't drink much yourself there Señor Matador.""
+""Ahhh yes, but my reasons are with merit. I really must be able to perform again tomorrow,"" he answered honestly.
+Lexi looked right into his face and catching his eyes she spoke with a voice she reserved for only special moments. "" _What about now Señor Matador,_ "" she asked. "" _Are you able to perform now?_ ""
+Without hesitation Juan grabbed her up in his arms, enveloping her body with his, ""Of course I am woman."" He answered, forcefully planting his mouth over hers.
+His movements caught Alexis by surprise and she could not have resisted his speed or strength if she had wanted to. Something she did not want...
+She opened her mouth to his, accepting a forceful yet very passionate kiss. He pressed himself against her and she could feel his arousal through their clothing. He was urgent yet gentle. He took complete control sweeping Alexis along for the ride.
+Kissing her mouth, he moved to her neck and began to cover her with passionate motions, his hot breath making her pulse quicken. She wrapped her hands around him, her fingers separated his long hair and clutched his head as so many men had done to her.
+He kissed the exposed curve of her cleavage and began to lift her top. She tossed her head back to relishing the pleasures he seemed to enjoy giving her...
+He pulled back and she reached up as her top slid off over her head. Instantly she covered her breasts with her hands and arms. He looked into her eyes and placed his hands over hers. ""I want to see them,"" he whispered huskily.
+""No,"" she whispered back, teasing him, enticing him to her, angling away, turning a shoulder up towards him...
+He smiled as he reached for her. ""Show me."" He whispered again. She held her position and he gently forced her. ""I want to see them."" His eyes pleaded with her as he softly lifted her chin and kissed her lips in a light lovers kiss.
+She relented, moving from a covering position to cupping them, to pulling his head toward her...
+""They're perfect."" She heard him say as he stopped and looked, admiring her form. ""Perfect.""
+Alexis pulled his head in tight, enjoying the feel of his tongue as it played across her nipples as he passed back and forth between her breasts, drawing first one, then the other into his mouth.
+He leaned up and met her mouth again. This time Alexis took the lead. Her passions up, she pulled his head to hers, kissing him hard, trying to draw him into her mouth. She reached for his pants as they kissed and finding the buckle opened she easily dropped them...
+""My turn,"" she spoke, backing away to look at him.
+He pulled off his shirt without a moment's hesitation and kicked off his sandals to step out of his pants. His chest now bare, he stood in front of her in his full glory. His long hair flowing over his shoulders accented his skin tone, a mixture of his Spanish heritage and the Mediterranean sun. She looked at his body, face to legs. He was aroused and ready- something she loved. She always thought an erection was a wonderful sign of a man's desire for her. As exciting as that was though, his chest left her breathless. It was hairless, and defined with the strong muscles of an athlete that left her speechless at his appearance.
+""Come to me,"" he said, more an order than anything.
+She stepped toward him then, where in one smooth motion she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth.
+Looking satisfied, he leaned back, hips thrusting forward toward her. Juan loved this, and often considered it an extension of his arena prowess. As such, every woman he had experienced serviced him in this way. This one was no different and he pushed his hips out further for her, it was his way of encouraging her to take all of him. He gently took her head in his hands to hold her in place if need be. Smiling he lifted his face up and gazed at the stars. Often times he would hold a woman in place like this, to _persuade_ her to complete this task. Many would readily submit- others only at his encouragement. He was surprised when he realized he could not read this one. Would she submit, or fight? He suspected she might fight. Her mouth felt wonderful and he knew she would be a fantastic lover and he wanted that, needed that. More than just this simple act, he wanted to feel the passion of sex, to feel the wetness of her body as he slid inside of her. There was _something_ \- something he was unable to voice, that made her different from the others...
+He looked down at the top of her head as it moved off and on him and suddenly then he read her, correctly he suspected. He knew she would do his bidding, she would finish him this way if he but permitted her, he could feel it in how she seemed to enjoy what she was doing... Still, he wanted her differently and knew she would accept that as well.
+Lifting Alexis from her knees, he kissed her again, passionately, realizing he had never kissed a woman after she had her mouth over him like that. So strong were the desires that stoked his lusts that he feared they might consume him. Leaning back against the gazebo railing he lifted her off the ground and as she hiked her skirt, he eased her down onto him and instantly they became one.
+He was surprised she was without panties and she was equally surprised at his strength as he held her up with just one hand underneath of her, the other wrapped now in her hair... . Alexis enjoyed how easy it was to move up and down on him without feeling as if he might drop her. She discovered she had excellent control over their movements and began to move quicker. Juan allowed her to exercise her desires and relaxed his thighs and hips slightly, permitting her to drop down a bit more, gaining that last remaining length inside of her body.
+Her wetness overflowed and Alexis found herself a bit embarrassed when she realized she was pouring herself out over him. Juan also felt it and finally moved to join her in her exertions. She felt the change in him and began to thrust down harder as he pushed upward. Their union grew more hurried and furious. She searched out for his mouth but he refused her. She tried to reach for his head to bring him in to kiss her but he leaned back against the rail again, allowing her to drop away from him slightly.
+She grabbed for him, thinking she was falling but he spoke to her then, his arms tightening around her back. _""Te tengo mi amor,""_ -I have you my love. Then he pushed himself inside of her with an even stronger fury. Her hair flew as she bounced up and down on him. She could not believe his positioning, his legs, bent at the knees and with his thighs held rigid she knew they must be on fire as he fucked her this way.  
+She felt herself beginning to move toward her orgasm. She had not realized that this position opened up her most sensitive of spots as it did... It was something he seemed to know and was not hesitant to take advantage of... She began to thrash quicker and wanted desperately to kiss him.
+""Kiss me!"" she barked out at him in heated lust.
+""No,"" he responded calmly. ""You will come in a minute, I feel it in you. Enjoy what you have and leave me be.""
+""Fuck you!"" she spit out, surprising herself, ""kiss me.""
+He ignored her and clasped his arms tighter on her, his legs were indeed beginning to burn. He wanted her to come before he needed to stop. He thrust harder, realizing he no longer could match her intensity or speed no matter how much he tried. ""Come for me Alexis,"" he whispered to her. ""Come, I want to feel your orgasm.""
+""Kiss me,"" she pleaded with him, ""and I know I will.""
+""Come, give yourself to me."" he said, breathlessly. ""Give your body over to your desires and let me feel you as you cum on me.""
+Alexis had never had a man speak to her this way. She could feel her mental lust combining with her physical sensations and knew she was going to explode at any second. She reached up around his neck and pulled herself in so she could rub against him differently, on the outside as well as the inside.
+He accepted her but turned his head up so she could not kiss him. He grabbed her ass and pulled at her muscles, opening her up, allowing him to push against her and inside of her as deep as possible. He gauged her movements, her rhythm, just as he did the bulls when he was about to finish them and he knew it was time. He moved his hands on her butt, pressing against her rear and then easing a finger inside of her, smiling at the warmth of her fluids over his body as she lost herself in her orgasm.
+Alexis felt his hands slide down, and grasping her rear, he squeezed and separated her muscles. She felt, if not a gain of depth, then a gain of intensity as he opened her up in this manner. The sensations were driving her over the edge and as they moved, he actually did seem to go deeper inside of her with every thrust. She knew she was going to come, finally, yet way to soon. She rocked and rode his hardness like a wild woman. She thought of how he looked as he mastered the massive animal in the ring and shuddering when he pushed his finger inside of her she exploded...
+...When she had settled down, he eased back and gently lowered her off his sweat soaked body. His thighs and abs quivered from the agony of the position they had held. She looked down at him, and seeing his still throbbing erection, began to drop to her knees.
+Juan expected that move, knew, _knew_ it would come. Knew, different or not, he owned her at this moment in her life and that she would do anything he asked of her sexually. As she slid down, he pulled her up and eased his body away from her so that there was no physical contact between them except his hands on her arms.
+""You must not,"" he spoke between breaths.
+""Why? I want to, I want to taste you.""
+""I know, but you cannot. I must have that energy for tomorrow's performance. I require this strength for the ring. If I allow you to finish me, then _Señor Toro_ might do to me tomorrow what I have just done to you tonight.""
+""Would that be so bad?"" Alexis asked teasingly reaching for his erection again.
+""Yes it would dear woman. That is why I could not kiss you during our passion. Kissing makes me lose control and then I would have filled you with my love instead of you covering me with yours.""
+""Kiss me now,"" she commanded. He obeyed without hesitation. She forced her tongue inside of his mouth and he willingly opened for her. She pressed herself closer to him but his strength was too much for her to overcome and he held her away from his still waving erection...
+* * * *
+""Why will he not let her touch him now?"" María Carmen De La Rosa asked The Don as they hid in the tree line watching the two lovers.
+""Because my dear lady he requires that strength for the Plaza De Toros tomorrow."" Don Carlos answered her, kissing the top of her head. ""I however,"" he said, groping at her bare breasts while pushing her to her knees, ""require no such thing."""
+63,F2: Spilling The Seed,NaokoSmith,Chain Stories,2013-08-07,2013-08-07,2022-01-08 03:48:09,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f2-spilling-the-seed,A mythic tale of divine dalliance.,"['Fantasy', 'Fawc', 'Mystery Basket', 'Myth', 'Oral Sex', 'Playful']",4.24,"**FAWC 2: Spilling the Seed**
+ _(Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered around a random determination of four ""mystery ingredients."" There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.)_
+(The mystery ingredients for this story were Recklessness, Food, Obnoxious and Color. )
+* * * *
+'What a little beauty!' Zeus Father of the Gods thought enthusiastically, leaning on his elbow in his magisterial throne and rubbing his hand carelessly up and down his lightning rod.
+By his right side stood the voluptuous Demeter, Goddess of the harvest, her bounteous and fruitful figure completely obscured by a great quantity of hideous brown sackcloth. Zeus possibly regretted the complete covering of his ex-lover's attractive figure less than he would have done if the ox eyes of Hera (his wife) had not been fixed on him.
+To his left hand stood his brother Hades, ruler of the dead and the Underworld. His saturnine features were in his habitual cold expressionless stare in spite of the seriousness of the charge against him.
+Persephone was in front of them on the steps leading to Zeus' throne. Her head of black coiled curls was bowed. Her slender form sprawled in apparent humility and shame, the rainbow hued diaphanous robe appropriate to her status as Kore, the Maiden, scattered in bright folds about her. Through the shimmering layers of cloth could be seen the loveliness of her long limbs, her curving full breasts. Other Gods than her own father (that infamous old lecher) were evidently conscious of the manifold appeal of her figure, the glistening long curls of black hair sliding on skin of a delicate brown that suggested the delicious tang of spices: cinnamon, nutmeg, brown sugar.
+""The mortals cry daily to us in piteous starvation,"" Hera spoke up grumpily, interrupting Zeus's besotted musings.
+""Yes, right,"" he said crossly.
+""Demeter,"" Hera snapped. ""You had no business to go back on your responsibilities. You must once again perform the arts and rites to make the harvest grow.""
+There was a rustle in the heavy sackcloth. A lesser Goddess would not of course be so rude to the ox-eyed wife of Zeus as to suck her teeth and toss her head. Nevertheless, Zeus coughed loudly and spoke over any noise that might have been made.
+""Hades. Persephone-Kore, my daughter, shall be freed to return to the earth's surface. She and Demeter are the twin Goddesses of the harvest, Demeter can't be expected to carry out the arts and rites lonely and sad at heart, mourning the loss of her child. Nor can you expect to entrap so lovely a dark maiden, with all the beauties of her youth: her soft skin, her full breasts ..."" Hera might have made a snorting noise and possibly Aphrodite sniggered. Zeus chose to believe Goddesses of such high stature would not make disrespectful noises towards their patriarchal husband and leader. ""Nor can you expect to entrap a young maiden in the obnoxious pit of Hell to which you abducted her after foully despoiling her maidenhood.""
+The young woman sprawled on the steps gave a quivering shudder at his words, the rainbow robe shimmered about her long soft brown limbs, the black coils of hair danced about her shoulders and then were still.
+Hades was looking down at her. His thin white face remained cold and expressionless. If he expected her to confront him with his crimes, he was disappointed. It was said that he liked a little spirit. After all, he was always transporting people's spirits down down to the bottommost reaches of the Underworld. So there was a flutter of puzzlement among the Gods and Goddesses as to why he should have picked out the demure maiden Persephone. She had already rejected the manly charms of Mr Hot Stuff Apollo himself, among other suitors. The Gods had left the Kore Persephone to the serious work she appeared to prefer: the complicated arts and rites of the harvest which she practiced with her mother Demeter. Now Hades of all Gods had apparently, with a recklessness nobody would have suspected him of, carried off the lovely young creature in her dancing robe of color, to his noxious dark realm in the Underworld.
+""So-o, there we have it,"" Zeus pronounced. ""Persephone-Kore: return to your mother. Demeter: resume the arts and rites to bring forth the harvest with our daughter by your side. Hades: not good, not good at all, brother. Go back where you came from. I'll be in touch to discuss your punishment.""
+Zeus was about to bang his fist with the lightning rod in it on the arm of his magisterial seat when Hades spoke.
+""A word,"" he said.
+""You what?"" Zeus said crossly.
+""A word with Persephone, before I go,"" Hades' voice remained expressionless.
+""A word with the Kore?"" Zeus said suspiciously. His gaze was suddenly caught by the uplifting of the young woman's head. Large brown eyes, liquid with tears, were lifted to him in pleading. So had her mother once looked, with eyes of the glistening brown beauty of the fertile earth. ""No-o,"" Zeus started to say on his daughter's behalf. Luckily he was no mere mortal father who only thinks he knows best, but an omniscient God. ""Er, I mean .... Very well. One word. Just one. Come along, my dear ... er, my dear."" He managed to hustle both the indignant Demeter and the indignant Hera out and the other Gods and Goddesses traipsed chattering after them.
+Hades stood at the top of the steps, looking down to where Persephone sprawled in her robe of color, head of black coiled curls once more bowed down. Finally he said: ""Is my last word to you to be 'Goodbye'?""
+She was thinking, remembering. She was remembering the day he came by the grove of sunny trees watered by a small brook where she sat working at some details of the arts she and her mother and their attendant nymphs created in order that the harvests would grow. She was alone that day, perhaps a little bored for her head lifted at the sound of his chariot wheels clattering above the liquid laughter of the cool brook. She looked out from the glancing sunlight of the pleasant shady grove of trees. She caught a piercing eye in a white face, a red flash that suggested dark knowledge of depravity. The corner of her soft mouth curled up even as her beautiful brown eyes dipped down.
+His eye was already caught. If she had given him the brazen stare, his eye might have glanced over it, he might have ridden on by. Her eyes dipped and his followed, his gaze fell in the deep cleft of her big breasts and trailed down her tall curving figure in the shimmering robe of color.
+He pulled up the four horses, brought them back around and stopped his black chariot by the sunlit grove of trees. The horses stood breathing spurts of fire and tossing their black manes.
+""Melinoia, Honey,"" he said in a careless tone. ""I suppose you would not object to giving me a cool drink on this hot day from that attractive stream between, I mean beside, your legs.""
+The curl in the corner of her mouth curved further upwards, causing a luscious dimple to dip in her lovely brown cheek.
+""You're a cheeky devil,"" she said. ""You better have quite a thirst – and a tongue as good at lapping up sweet juices as it is at spinning words, if you want to drink from my stream. I say that because I have no cup,"" she explained with a mock demure glance from her beautiful brown eyes.
+""Oh, I'm a real devil,"" he assured her with a glinting grin. ""I'll make a cup with my hands for those fine breasts of yours if you like.""
+""I think you are The Devil, not 'a real devil',"" she responded, flinging her head of coiled black curls back and laughing at him. ""Are you going to come and get it then?""
+When she named him and made it apparent that she knew who he was, his eyes flared briefly red then narrowed. He grinned in sudden savage interest. Looping about the guard-rail the reins of the four black beasts which drew his chariot, he came slowly into the grove and sat beside her.
+They regarded each other with a frank mocking stare.
+""Well Kore,"" he said. ""Is it to be show or tell?""
+She was surprised at that. She was of course no meek and mild virgin; a Goddess – the daughter of Gods. She had taken no husband but she had sometimes responded to the call of her own body, dallying with the drunken fumblings of the satyrs at bacchanalian parties. She realised that she had been naive to expect a senior God of Hades' stature to behave like some immature satyr and her cheek blushed dusky rose with embarrassment. With the blood rose her spirits and her wits, she realised in delight that she had been right to suppose he would have a far more inventive notion of sexual play than the single-minded satyrs, intent on thrusting their rutting phalluses into any available passage as quickly as possible.
+Hades observed this delicate color rising in her delicious skin with the red glint in his eye.
+""Tell me your beauties then,"" he said in a careless tone with a laugh as cool in it as the stream by her side.
+It was as if because he hung back: diffident, not pressing her to share with him the ecstatic pleasure of their bodies, she could admit to her desire to do so.
+""I will show you,"" she answered.
+His dark eyes with the red glint in the white face watched intently as her long slender fingers moved – not to the rounded promise of her breasts lapped in rainbow raiment, but to the skirts of her robe. She was parting the diaphanous skirts, pulling them back. Her long legs were parting, she lay back with a luxurious moan of surrender. Her head of black coiled curls was tilted so that the soft liquid brown eyes could still watch him, anxiously. Even a Goddess may fear that her most secret beauties are not quite what a chosen lover prefers.
+She gave a panting sigh of satisfaction to see his tongue flick suddenly, uncontrollably over his thin lips. His face remained expressionless but his eyes glinted red, fixed on the tiny coils of black hair about the cleft of her cunt. Persephone began to breathe faster with excitement, feeling her blood rise, her thighs tighten, just to have his gaze poised to penetrate her.
+Her fingers moved to her sex and slowly she parted the folds of flesh. She held open to his view the soft petals of pink and rose, the exquisite flower of her vulva. His face was suddenly lit by greedy adoration, he moved as swiftly as a snake, bending his face to her eagerly parting legs.
+His tongue began to flick about the spur of her clitoris, the great soft petals of her labia, the flowering vulva, the small bud of her arsehole. She was already excited at exposing herself to him and seeing the worshipping gleam rise in the normally dead dark eyes. At the lapping caress of his tongue, she began to cry out with pleasure, her hips jerking her sex up to his face. He was grunting as he licked the ambrosial cream from her cunt. He knelt, stooping his face to her. In great excitement, she realised he had so far lost control that he was jerking himself off while tonguing her. His tongue flicked rapidly, harder about her clitoris, she felt the warm waves of orgasm rise through her body. She was cumming with cries of pleasure and spurts of juice which he lapped up like a cat. His tongue sank suddenly deep into her, he made a great groan himself, a sound as of the earth splitting open down to the hideous depths below. He pressed his tongue hard deep into her cleft, jerked his seed into the ground before her.
+He moved his face up away from her sex. Coming suddenly up over her body, he lay in the arms she held out to him, wrapping his powerful arms about her. His kiss was full of her fertile sweet salt juices. The thin lips, the expert tongue caressed her mouth as thoroughly as he had caressed her sex. His expressionless face had softened and he smiled as he lay enwrapped in the rainbow colors of her robe and her arms.
+""Is it so terrible?"" she asked.
+He was startled by this.
+""Hell,"" she said. She put up one hand and ran it over his dark hair. He quivered at the unaccustomed feeling of a caress.
+""A dark noxious place full of the fumes of wishes that ought never to have been dreamed of, dreams that were violently betrayed,"" he said in a bleak voice. His eyes looked coldly away from her; but he pressed his body closer to her warm long curving body.
+""You must enjoy your times riding about on the surface of the earth then?"" she ventured. A finger came tickling round the coils of his ear and she saw the smile light up his eyes again.
+He spoke the harsh words in a gentle voice. ""To drag off the screaming souls of those reluctant to go from their miserable short lives, away from everything they know of?""
+Eventually he mounted his chariot once more – off to some hideous battle or disgusting plague, to collect the souls who were his due. She stood with her head dipped down and the rainbow skirts of her robe mussed about her. When her head lifted, her warm brown eyes were forlorn.
+""Will you come back?"" she asked.
+He laughed. She saw the red flicker rise in his eyes and her heart flickered.
+""I will come again,"" he answered her. He laid the reins to one side and another with a snap and the impatiently pawing horses were gone.
+Persephone turned and ran suddenly back into the cool shady grove. She found the place where they had lain in reckless passion and knelt like an animal. She pressed her face to the ground, sniffed, she found the damp patch of earth where he had spilt his seed and knelt there, smelling the musk of his spunk.
+When next he found her, she was practising the steps of a dance to bring forth the young green shoots of the corn. She was out in the hot yellow-red desert, in a stony gully. Wherever her bare feet landed, tiny desert flowers sprang briefly in the rocks.
+She tossed her head up and saw him. He lounged in his black robe on one of the bigger rocks, his dark eyes fixed on her dance and a smile hovering on his thin mouth. She burst out laughing with pleasure – causing a stream to spurt suddenly from the top of the gully and making it a permanent oasis.
+He made way for her on the rock and they lay in the hot dry sunshine, kissing with abandon. His fingers – cool and long, came groping under her robe and across her warm brown thigh. She grunted in eager expectation as she felt the tips of his fingers parting the lips of her cunt.
+Hurriedly she tore open the bosom of her diaphanous robe. Her round brown breasts fell free and his mouth closed on one. He was flicking a tongue over her nipple, now sucking at her breast. His fingers played about her clitoris, teased at her vulva. She held his shoulders in the grip of her long fingers. Her body quivered with her cries of excitement.
+With his other hand he was jerking at his cock. The anticipation of his spilt seed was causing the junior Goddess of the harvest to throw open her legs to his fingers in even greater excitement. He was probing her lush soft depths with one finger, now two came snaking in. The soft muscles closed and opened about him. He grunted in time with her rising cries of pleasure, sucking hard on her glorious breast. Jerking at his cock, he sucked and fingered at her lovely body. All too soon he came spurting into the rockface, he was so eager for her: warm, soft, wet for him. She was still heaving and moaning to him, he lay pressing his sticky penis to her and plunging his fingers in her fertile depths until she clenched about his hand and his dark eyes consumed the vision of her face wild with ecstatic orgasm.
+She lay panting and laughing in his arms. He kissed and caressed her, thrilled at the uncontrollable heaving of her round breasts, the pouting of her soft mouth.
+As she settled in his arms, she resumed their conversation. ""Do all souls come to you in torment?"" she asked. ""Is it universally vile and terrible, in the obnoxious halls of Hell?""
+He looked steadily at her. ""There are some rare wise souls who have lived in contentment and die at peace,"" he said. ""Some few come willingly. Their time with me is tranquil.""
+""It can't be easy, harvesting the miserable souls of those unwilling to die,"" she said, her arms closing round his shoulders.
+He gave her a bleak grim grin. ""It is my allotted task,"" he answered. ""Anyway, better to rule in Hell.""
+""But you have to serve Zeus,"" she pointed out. She added: ""My father.""
+""Not always,"" he replied, running his salacious gaze over the breasts tumbling free from her robe with the red glint in his dark eyes.
+The third time he came across her in an Alpine meadow, bestrewn with the tiny colourful stars of sweet flowers. As he dismounted from the silver-trimmed black chariot drawn by the four angry-eyed black horses, she was coming running to him. Her long limbs were light and free, she was graceful as a deer.
+Ignoring his offered kiss and outstretched arms, she flung herself to her knees at his feet and began pulling at his black robe. Divining her purpose, he went hurriedly to draw it aside for her. Quickly he opened to her eager gaze his powerful mature loins and the rising godhead of his cock.
+She stared greedily. Her long fingers were on his lean thighs and she gazed full on his thickening rod, his bollocks hanging in the darkness within his robe. She put one hand to cup his balls and with the other she reached to grip on his dick.
+He was hard and long now. The purple head of his cock was thrusting at her out of the foreskin. She put her warm soft lips to it and kissed it. He gave an earth-shattering grunt of lust. His hands gripped on her head, resisting with a great effort the impulse to shove her onto his swollen cock. Of her own volition her mouth was opening, the softness, wetness, closing around him. She began suckling gently, then harder. First nuzzling the plump plum at his cock's head. Now she was thrusting her mouth, sucking down deeper on him. Her long fingers were wrapped, one hand round his shaft, the other cupping and fingering his balls. She sucked and moved her mouth in rhythm with his ecstatic moans. His thighs, his buttocks were trembling, he thrust towards her sucking, forcing himself deeper into the warm cavern of her mouth where the tongue formed a firm bed for his dick to slide over.
+Hades gave a shout that split the crag above them, opening a cleft deep as those awful passages through which he was wont to steer his dreadful chariot, laden with the howling souls of the damned. Silky streams of salt seed were spurting into Persephone's warm red mouth, she had been eagerly awaiting his cumming and she drank greedily, letting the excess spill down her chin. She sucked gently on his softening penis as he stood quivering at the knees. Finally he removed himself and sank to sit panting beside her in the short sweet grass and flowers of the sunlit meadow.
+This time she did not ask him about the dark world over which he ruled, noxious with fumes of burnt out hopes and cloudy with the limited dreams of dim-visioned mortals. Probably the intelligent young woman had learned all she wanted to know by asking casual questions here and there while waiting for her lover to return. When his breathing had quietened to a steadier rate, she said simply: ""Take me with you.""
+His eyes flared red, he licked his lips with a grin and bowed his head in assent. ""Despoina,"" he said in the husky voice of desire.
+He handed her into the black chariot, having named her his Mistress and Queen. The four black horses stamped sparks with their hooves and blew flames from their curling nostrils, curvetting in protest. He gripped the reins and lashed the ends at their flanks, making them leap for the cleft in the cliff-face which he had screamed open in the great cry of lust and pleasure as he spilt his seed in Persephone's mouth.  
+So she went down with him into the obnoxious pit of Hell, reckless with love for the King of the Underworld, her bright robe of rainbow color flashing diaphanous and light. She disappeared from the earth's surface eager and willing, not carried away against her will as – to her shame – she allowed her mother, father and all the Gods and Goddesses to believe. He had not said a word to gainsay the tissue of lies her silence spun. She had thought he would speak up and lay his claim on her but he was not so easy.
+Yes it was dull and dark in the black fiery pits of Hell. He had still his duties to perform and there were long hours when she ran listlessly through some part of the arts and rites she had been used to perform with her mother and attendant nymphs. There was little pleasure in enacting these when she had no expectation of doing so with serious purpose; she performed them from habit and because she missed this serious business which had formerly been her life.
+Oh when he returned with his dark eyes flashing red with pleasure to find her awaiting the pleasures he could make her feel.
+He fucked her breasts, pushing his long cock between the big round globes which she pressed together for him, his precum making a slippery passage between the two mounds of flesh. Her brown eyes danced with fun to see the purple soft fruity head of his dick come pushing through her tits towards her kiss, her licking tongue. As he panted close to cumming, he pulled out of her breasts and with one hand rubbed his cock while the other fingered her nipple until he shot his milky white seed over her warm brown bosom towards her sniggering smile.
+Naked of her robe of rainbow color, she knelt while he thrust his erect shaft between her buttocks and thighs from behind her. The soft firm head of his cock teased at her cunt, at the fleshy petals of her vulva, pressing the spur of her clitoris. His finger was on her arsehole and she sniggered and grunted and came in spurts of nectar while watching his pearly seed shooting from between her thighs onto the ground before her eyes.
+They lay head to arse, sucking on each other's sex. His cock between her lips, she felt him sucking on her clitoris, his fingers probing at her cunt. He caressed her until she was moaning and begging around the turgid godhead in her mouth. He slipped first one, then two fingers in and out of her, thrusting his cock gently deeper into her sucking. Her fingers squeezed softly on his balls, between his balls, around his arsehole. Grunting to feel a fingertip in his arse, he pushed three fingers in her loosening cunt. His tongue ran firm and quick about her clitoris and his own fingers in her vulva, lapping up her ambrosial cream, eagerly awaiting the spurting nectar of her orgasm. She heard him grunting quicker and harder in ecstasy, the excitement rose in her body, she pressed her fingertip in his arse and came around his fingers into his mouth as he came screaming with pleasure into her screaming mouth. His seed spilt fresh down her throat and her chin. She laughed and drank, hearing and feeling the lapping of him drinking her juices from around his fingers and her thighs.
+She had expected him to lay claim to any of this evidence that she desired him, that he had gone willingly with him. She had always desired him: the King of the Underworld, not for his power but for his pleasure in her pleasure. She chose him of her free will above the bumbling jolly satyrs, those party animals, and even the He-man charms of bright muscular Apollo.
+She ought to have remembered his diffidence. He always gave her the boundless opportunity to exercise her free will, to choose. He would not come claiming her on the grounds that in the past he might have pleased her. She must please herself – always, with him.
+He stood on the steps above her now but his face was that of a supplicant not a God. ""What is to be my last word to you, Despoina?"" He asked.
+""Do you love me?"" She asked.
+""Yes,"" he answered her.
+She stood in her rainbow robe of diaphanous color on the steps below her father's throne and said: ""Call them back in.""
+When the Gods and Goddesses had streamed chattering curiously back and Zeus was once more seated at the top of the steps, she stood tall and proud before them all.
+""I chose to go willingly with Hades,"" she declared. ""And I drew from him his seed six times.""
+Demeter gave an appalled gasp at this. Zeus spluttered and then hurriedly said: ""He gave you six seeds to eat while you were trapped in Hell?""
+""No!"" Persephone said angrily. She might even have stamped her foot but that Hades intervened.
+""Yes,"" he interrupted. ""I tricked her into eating six ... pomegranate seeds.""
+Zeus gave his brother a sceptical glare. ""Really,"" he said. ""Well ... that complicates matters.""
+""Complicates matters!"" Demeter exclaimed, suddenly flinging back the sackcloth from around her beautiful head. Her thick brown locks were threaded with silver, she exuded a voluptuous mature earthy sexiness. ""I demand you bring our daughter back from the depraved Hell to which this obnoxious Devil has dragged her!""
+""He didn't drag me!"" Persephone shouted. ""I don't want to come back! I like it. He's ... good to me.""
+""Are you mad, Kore?"" Demeter demanded. ""Do you think even beauty such as yours can give you power over Hades, King of the Underworld?""
+The God Hades flicked dark eyes with a red flash in them and a bleak grin at the woman standing tall and proud as a young tree before them all.
+Persephone shook back her curls of black coiling hair over the sensuous brown shoulders which seemed to shimmer with a spicy charm more alluring than her diaphanous rainbow robe of color. Her face slipped from the petulant frown into a tranquil serenity that made even her parents pause.
+""Not for the delusion that I might have power over him,"" she said. ""Although I know he is enraptured of me. I like him for the power he makes me feel when we're together."" Her brown eyes lifted to the white-faced God standing above her. His dark eyes dipped before the softness of her gaze.
+At this, Demeter's head drooped. She sank to her knees by Zeus's side and turned pleading liquid eyes, lovely brown eyes to him. ""I must give up our daughter to such a life?"" She demanded. ""You think I can perform the arts and rites alone and sorrowing, without my child, our child, the fruit of my days? I am to make the fruits come forth for others while sacrificing the fruit of my own life to so dreadful a dark fate?""
+Persephone's tranquil expression had quivered at the mention of the arts and rites which had been her business and her pleasure up till that moment when a God from the depraved Underworld came to excite recklessness in her heart.
+""Six pomegranate seeds, huh,"" Zeus said, casting a scornful look at the saturnine mocking white face of Hades. ""I pronounce that for six months of the year Persephone should assume her rainbow robe of color, brighten her mother's and my hearts, and assist in the arts and rites which ensure the people have food. The other six months, she must spend with you in your obnoxious Hell, Hades. And let that be a lesson to you, Kore. Don't be so reckless about eating the offered seed of the Gods."" Hurriedly he banged his fist with the lightning rod on the arm of his magisterial throne. He winked at the embarrassment, relief and delight breaking up the tranquil serenity on the face of his lovely wise daughter.
+Demeter was grumpily swearing that for the months she would be without her daughter she would not perform the rites. Hades looked expressionless as always. Persephone gave a little dance of pleasure at her unusual prospective fate: to continue half the year with the conjuring of the arts and rites as she had always enjoyed doing, while still being permitted in the other half to play deep down in the dark Underworld with her lover."
+64,F2: Stranger In The Park,_Lynn_,Chain Stories,2013-08-07,2013-08-07,2022-01-08 03:48:10,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f2-stranger-in-the-park,A stranger fulfills her mama’s promise.,"['Fawc', 'Mystery Basket', 'Older Woman', 'Outdoors', 'Outside', 'Park', 'Public', 'Stranger']",4.58,"**FAWC 2: The Stranger in the Park**
+ _(Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered around a random determination of four ""mystery ingredients."" There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.)_
+(The mystery ingredients for this story were: humility, location, fascination/fetish, and game/toy.)
+* * * *
+I wasn't sure what made me turn off the highway at the Perry Street exit. My head throbbed from an overly long meeting at my company's headquarters and I looked forward to relaxing at home. Yet there I was, on the road that ran into the park located a block from where I lived as a kid. That's where I fell in love with the merry-go-round. I dug my feet into the sand in a lazy motion to move the platform in circles. After saving my allowance for a few weeks, I bought a cheap harmonica. The music blocked out the daily arguments between my parents. I was devastated when my father refused to let me buy another after I lost the toy. The memories faded as I parked my truck at the curb.
+Weeds took over the entire playground. Rusty chains dangled from the swing set that didn't have seats. Steel posts poked through the brush in an area I remembered as having a seesaw. Litter and garbage lay everywhere. The remaining piece of the merry-go-round lay sideways, battered and destroyed. I stepped closer and saw bullet holes in the metal.
+""Are you going to fix my park?""
+A young girl stood partially hidden by the trunk of an old maple. I guessed her to be five or six years old. A pink ribbon held her blonde hair in a ponytail.
+""I—""
+""My mama used to push me higher as ever on the swings,"" she said, reaching up with both arms as she spoke. ""It's brok—ted now but she promised she would find someone to fix it. Swings are fun.""
+""Yes, they are. I used to swing too,"" I said.
+My reply didn't seem to connect with the child. She stared into the distance without commenting for several minutes. Her silence began to make me nervous.
+""Mama went to heaven.""
+Her eyes held a combination of innocence and wisdom in their depths. I hesitated, unsure what to say to such a young a child who talked about death and heaven.
+""When I get big, I'm gonna' be rich and fix stuff and help people,"" the child said.
+Eerily, her words matched some I said at age six, standing in the same playground, surrounded by broken equipment.
+ _""I will so, Tommy. Mama said I'm smart and can do anything.""_
+""Nu uh, you're dumb, Chad.""
+""I'm gonna' be rich and help people and fix things. You just wait and see.""
+Tommy Marsh had been the neighborhood bully. I never forgot the smirk the ten- year-old gave me before he slammed his baseball bat into the merry-go-round. He didn't stop at one hit, either. The boy kept at it until he destroyed the last useable piece of equipment on the playground. Tommy went on to terrorize the neighborhood, stealing from anyone with something he wanted, and eventually shooting a clerk during a store robbery. Still lost in the images from those long ago days, I forgot about the young girl for a moment.
+""Bad people break stuff, huh, mister?""
+She tipped her head back and looked into my eyes before she stepped over to the swings and touched the rusty chain. Her shoulders drooped.
+""Good people fix things again,"" I said in hopes of taking away a bit of her unhappiness.
+An elderly woman approached from my right before the conversation continued. Her fear for the child showed in the way she hurried toward us.
+""Grandma, I lost you.""
+""What did I tell you about talking to strangers? Git over here, child,"" the woman said, motioning to the young girl.
+I wanted to assure her I meant no harm yet realized how the situation looked from her position. A lone man in the park, talking to a young girl, would scare any parent.
+""I knew mama wouldn't forget to send someone,"" she said with a nod.
+The child's trust in her mother warmed my heart. Yet how could I tell her I didn't know her mother? Would I need to? Or could I let the subject go? She tugged on her ponytail before taking the woman's hand. They walked a few feet when the child stopped.
+""Mister?""
+""Yes?""
+""Tell Mama I miss her.""
+My instincts told me they needed help. I wanted to go after them, to do . . . something. Instead, I remained where I was, thinking of the ironies of life. Tommy Marsh might have ruined the merry-go-round but his actions didn't destroy my affection for playgrounds. Perry Street Park wasn't on the right side of the tracks, so to speak. Any funding—city, county, or state— mysteriously went to the playgrounds in wealthier neighborhoods. Private funding wasn't easy to come by unless you knew someone—or knew of an organization working to salvage and rebuild playgrounds. I was both.
+""Got any identification?""
+A police officer stood several feet away with his hand over his holstered weapon. His demeanor indicated he wasn't out for a friendly stroll.
+I nodded and tugged my license out of my wallet. ""I didn't mean to cause any concern, officer.""
+""People here don't like strangers hanging out in their neighborhood."" He studied my license before staring at me. ""Cagle? You related to that rich guy uptown, the owner of Cagle Construction?""
+He didn't wait for a reply as he called in my information. His glare indicated his level of satisfaction with the report he received.
+""Why are you here, Cagle? You don't live on this side of town.""
+""I used to live in the area,"" I said, keeping my answer vague.
+""What're you doing hanging out at the park? You come here to see if you could find some little kid to take home?""
+His fingers clenched into a fist and his voice rose. I wasn't stupid. I recognized his tactics. The man wanted me to react. I refused. For whatever reason, my presence angered him. Even if the officer doubted me, I wasn't at the park for immoral purposes. Eventually he tossed my license onto the ground and left. Fifteen minutes passed before I got into my truck and drove away.
+If I trusted divine intervention, the little girl's mother sent me to the park. She directed me to take the Perry Street exit so I would see that specific playground needed a transformation. I wasn't certain the dead talked to us, but that little girl deserved a decent and safe park.
+* * * *
+Perry Street Park wouldn't be the first playground I helped transform. Cagle Construction did well over the years. The profits allowed me to fund Blue Steel, the non-profit organization with a focus on renovating and rebuilding playgrounds and neighborhood parks. Blue Steel retained a legal team to deal with the tedious details while I did the fun parts, including scouting out potential projects. A cancelled afternoon meeting left me with time to wander through the area again.
+""I 'member you. Mama sent you to fix my park.""
+The same little girl I talked to during my first stop at the park stood near the swings. Instead of a ponytail, her hair hung straight down her back.
+""Hello."" I glanced around for the grandmother but didn't see her. I didn't want the child in trouble for talking to me again.
+""Can you see my mama?""
+The child moved the rusty chain, mimicking the motion of pushing someone on a swing, while I struggled to come up with an answer.
+""Your mama is beautiful,"" I said, hedging the truth in hopes of making the child smile.
+A single tear rolled down her cheek. I lacked experience with young children but I somehow understood the little girl in front of me needed reassurance and kind words. I walked over to her and kneeled before speaking again.
+""She said she's sorry she had to leave but she's in a pretty place. And she doesn't want you to feel bad anymore because she's never sick there.""
+A second and a third tear followed the first. She wiped them with the back of her arm as more fell. I wanted to comfort her but she moved away. Before I stood, I noticed the child's grandmother nearby.
+""That was nice, what you said. She needed someone besides me to say that. Thank you,"" the old woman said. ""But I don't understand how you knew her mama had been sick.""
+""You don't believe I can see and talk to her mama?""
+""Young man, do I look like I just rolled off a turnip truck this morning?""
+I couldn't decide if the old woman intended her words to be funny or not. When she didn't smile, I cleared my throat.
+""I don't think any such thing at all.""
+""Kate's been through more in six years than most adults have all their lives. I don't want her hurt again.""
+""That sounds like a warning.""
+""Consider it whatever you want.""
+""Look, I . . .""
+I failed to find an explanation for how the little girl affected me without giving away any of the plans for the park. Until Blue Steel received the permits and contracts back from the city, the plans remained sketches on paper.
+""I understand,"" I said instead.
+""Good. Now are you goin' to tell me why you're at the park again? And don't give me some crazy excuse.""
+""Ma'am, will you just trust me?""
+""Trust a stranger. Does that sound smart to you?"" she asked.
+""Chad Cagle, which means you know my name, so technically I'm not a stranger.""
+""Any fool can take a name from the phone book and say it's his. Don't mean nothin' if you don't have proof.""
+I thought for a moment before pointing to my truck. Although I didn't have large lettering covering the entire sides, stencils of my company name decorated the doors.
+""Does that help?""
+""All right, so you're him.""
+""Now it's your turn.""
+She glared but began to smile. ""Violet Stoddard, and that's Kate, though I guess you figured that part out already.""
+""I did, but thank you.""
+""Is the city taking the park away? They've done that in places they wanted the land for what they called progress. I realize the place is torn up, but at least the kids can play together,"" she said, lowering her voice as she spoke. ""She loves it here, even without any equipment, and I would hate to see her lose it.""
+""Is that what you're afraid will happen?""
+Since I first decided to take on the playground project, I tossed around the idea of including the elderly woman in the plans. My name wouldn't be on any of the publicity because I learned early in my career to separate my business from my charity work. I made a living with Cagle Construction. Blue Steel started from my heart. The organization soothed the hurt Tommy Marsh caused when he ruined the one piece of playground equipment where I went to evade my father's anger. After Tommy destroyed the metal, I vowed to give kids a safe place to play.
+Blue Steel received media attention and earned numerous awards from assorted groups as well as from the city. Accolades and commendations helped people who needed the boost to their pride and ego. I didn't need awards to tell me people appreciated Blue Steel's work. A walk through a completed park where children laughed and played on safe equipment was all the reward I needed.
+I shifted my attention to the present. I admired the woman's caution, especially as the sole provider for the child.
+""I grew up a couple of blocks from here,"" I said, scuffing my boot in the dirt. ""With the ruined equipment, the place brought back memories.""
+""And you couldn't do that in your own home?""
+""What, I'm not allowed here? Is the place just for people who live in the neighborhood?""
+""You have a smart mouth, young man. I'll bet you had a rough childhood.""
+Her comment surprised me. ""Why would you say that?""
+""The bullies are sitting on their butts in the can while the good ones grew up and learned how to take care of themselves. You ain't in jail. That means you're a good one.""
+The woman impressed me with how close she came to the truth.
+""Please, just trust me, OK?""
+""The last time a man said that—""
+""Grandma, look what I found!""
+Kate ran toward us, a streak of dirt covering her forehead, both knees black. From her appearance, she had been digging in the dirt.
+""Look, it's a 'monica.""
+""What?"" Between the child's eagerness and her missing tooth, I didn't understand what she said.
+""It's one of those things for music, Grandma, right?""
+Giving her treasure to her grandmother, the young girl wiped her hands on her shorts, accomplishing little in her attempt to clean them.
+""This is called a harmonica, honey, but it won't work because of all the rust.""
+""But I wanted to play music,"" the child said, crossing her arms and stomping her foot.
+""I bought one like this when I was your age. In fact, I lost mine here in the park.""
+""Maybe this is yours,"" Kate said, her eyes showing her excitement. ""Can you make it play music?""
+""Well, see this edge?""
+""Ew, that's gross. Look at the dirt.""
+""It is gross, and that's the edge you use to make music.""
+Time caused quite a bit of damage to the metal, but the more I rubbed the tiny crevices the more the toy resembled mine.
+""Mister, you can keep the 'monica. I don't know how to make it play music anyway.""
+""Thank you. I'll scrub the dirt off and see if it still works. Now I need to go back to the office. You take care of your grandmother.""
+The child giggled, reminding me why I spent so much time and resources on playground renewal.
+* * * *
+Several weeks passed while Blue Steel waited for the approval on the project. A lull in the construction business gave me the perfect opportunity for a vacation. Few people understood my interest in carousels, although I saw it as more of a hobby. My intrigue took me to the Merry-Go-Round Museum in Sandusky, Ohio. I spent hours with the artisans who carved and restored carousel animals.
+When the Perry Street Park project first began, I imagined a real carousel in the middle of the playground. Even though I thought the children would love riding the horses, my trip proved it wouldn't be feasible to put an old- fashioned carousel at the park. Without full-time supervision, the carousel could prove dangerous, and safety ranked over their delight. I scrapped the idea until I found a more appropriate location.
+Contract issues delayed the start date for the renovation and I was restless. One evening I decided to clean the inside of my work truck. Along with a dozen Styrofoam coffee cups, I uncovered the rusty harmonica Kate found. I went inside to see how much of the filth would wash off.
+It didn't take long to realize she found my old toy. The initials scraped into the side took away any doubt I might have had. Even though it wasn't useable, I heard the music in my head. As an adult, I realized the child I was back then didn't have any idea how to use the small instrument. Because of the rust, I thought about throwing the toy away but I wanted to show young Kate my initials. Her disappointment after she realized the instrument was too rusty to use gave me an idea. I tossed it on the counter and went out to my truck. Then I drove to the nearest music store.
+A sales clerk directed me to the back corner of the store where I found several harmonicas. I grabbed one of each and headed to the check out. With my transaction completed, I left the store, imagining Kate's excitement at learning to play a harmonica.
+I didn't go to the park again until construction began. Issues at work kept me busy until late in the evenings when I barely had the energy to shower before I crashed each night. I learned Kate and her grandmother lived on Perry Street, a block from the park. The information was part of the documentation required for the project. But if I went to their house uninvited, I would have to explain how I knew where they lived. Instead, I left the bag of harmonicas in the truck.
+Several more weeks passed before everything was in order to begin. Crews prepared the site for the actual demolition. Cagle Construction provided workers and equipment but I wasn't in charge this time. The Perry Street Park project was more personal than previous playground renovations and I didn't want that to interfere with the job. A simple revitalization turned complicated involving childhood memories, a little girl, and a rusty harmonica. So I remained on the side with the other bystanders. There I struggled again with how to explain my presence to young Kate. I couldn't let her think her mother sent me to fix the park. On the other hand, I didn't want her to believe her mother hadn't kept her word, even from heaven.
+An hour passed before I saw the young girl waving from across the street. After a quick word with the supervisor in charge of the project, I jogged over to her.
+""Kate, Violet, good morning,"" I said when I stood close enough they could hear me over the noise in the park.
+""You're fixing my park!""
+I kneeled before giving Kate what I hoped was a simple explanation. ""A nice company called Blue Steel is renovating the park.""
+""But all those big trucks have the same name on the sides as your truck does.""
+I shouldn't have been surprised at the observation. Kate was smart.
+""Yes, they are, because Blue Steel doesn't have their own trucks and bulldozers, so they're using mine.""
+She seemed satisfied with the clarification and smiled. One of my employees came over to tell me of a problem that needed immediate attention. I jogged back, my mind already on the issue.
+* * * *
+Perry Street Park was complete. I stood by the merry-go-round the way I had before the project started. Memories of lying there for hours, looking at the sky, playing the harmonica, ran across a movie screen in my head.
+""You look sad.""
+Kate sat on the swing, kicking her toes in the sand. I hadn't seen her there until she spoke.
+""Grandma says it's OK to be sad sometimes.""
+""She's a smart lady.""
+""I even cry sometimes and she doesn't get mad,"" the girl said. ""But now I'm happy 'cause the park is fixed. I knew you would help.""
+""Young lady, if you don't stop sneaking away from me, I'll have to tie you to my waist.""
+The girl's grandmother appeared on the path and sat on one of the new benches scattered throughout the park.
+""You can't tie a person to another person. How would we walk? That's silly.""
+Kate slid off the swing and made odd movements of walking tied to her grandmother. Her antics made me smile. Violet looked in my direction but didn't say anything. From her expression, I questioned whether she learned of my connection to Blue Steel. If she had, I appreciated her silence and hoped she understood my reasoning for staying out of the media.
+I waited until she turned her focus to Kate before I took a slender package out of my jacket pocket and laid it on the bench. Then I walked down the path toward my truck. Halfway there, I stopped and hid behind an old maple tree.
+I didn't need awards or ceremonies. My reward was the laughter associated with Perry Street Park—and the image of a young girl with a handful of shiny new harmonicas."
+65,F2: Sydney Surprise,xelliebabex,Chain Stories,2013-08-07,2013-08-07,2022-01-08 03:48:12,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f2-sydney-surprise,Unexpected surprises on an annual trip.,"['Fawc', 'Football', 'Mystery Basket', 'Nsw', 'Queensland', 'Soccer', 'Sydney']",4.6,"**FAWC 2: Sydney Surprise**
+ _(Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered around a random determination of four ""mystery ingredients."" There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.)_
+(The mystery ingredients for this story were (Sarcasm, Location, Intellectual, Sport.)
+   * * * *
+""For once I am as excited to get up in the morning as my cock is,"" Brent grinned and rolled over wrapping a hand around the waist of his long-time girlfriend as she tried to get out of bed after turning off the alarm.
+Making a show of fighting him off Emily rolled her eyes, ""Not everyone gets the day off to go to Sydney and watch grown men running around after a little ball."" Emily tried to hide her smile knowing what was coming.
+""Geez Em, it's State of Origin tonight and those grown men running around with a ball are legendary. They are the best of the best rugby league players that our state can offer!"" Brent growled. ""Besides its tradition now, if we didn't go and watch their final training runs we might jinx them and then I would be letting down the whole state.""
+""So the legends shouldn't even bother training then just have you show up where they were going to train to ensure their victory and not worry about the actual game tonight,"" Emily finally stood up from the bed rolling her eyes at the man she loved and adding, ""The Blues have a good team on paper, and they did win the last game in the series."" She teased as she turned to scamper naked into the bathroom wriggling her ass in an effort to frustrate him as much as her comments had.
+Brent bounded from bed and grabbed her in a tight hold, ""Sacrilege!"" He walked her backwards against the wall, pinning her between his arms and smirking, ""And luckily, we Maroons play on grass, not on paper."" Emily smirked at him, and he growled at her bending his head to nibble at her ear and neck. She sighed knowing she was going to be late for work this morning.
+Feeling her heart beat begin to race, at the feel of Brent's attentions Emily wrapped her hands around Brent's neck and tilted her head enjoying the sensations of his lips upon the soft skin there. She smiled to herself knowing that at any minute, he would shift his body ever so slightly and throw her back to the bed racing to pin her with a morning kiss and much more. When he shifted to look down upon her, he saw the wide green eyes dancing with the spark of excitement that was always so contagious and her lips parting softly as if begging for his kiss.
+It was all he needed. Without a word, he picked her up his, muscles bunching as he hefted her twice and threw her the several feet to the bed, following her movement and pouncing on her bouncing form kissing her deeply. He leaned back and looked down at her again a small smile playing over his lips. His hand came up to brush his fingertips over her cheek, down the side of her neck and over her shoulder teasing the sensitive skin.
+""Well,"" Emily wriggled against him, ""Are you going to fuck me?""
+""Maybe,"" Brent murmured huskily, ""But considering you dissed my team and were about to get ready for work I didn't think you were so deserving,"" he teased her even though they both knew he was about to do just that. His kiss was as gentle as butterfly at first. The next movement of his mouth brought a little more pressure, her lips opened slightly at the feel of the tip of his tongue gently teasing the tender flesh of her lower lip.
+A soft moan escaped her lips. His fingers tightened around the back of her neck, and he pulled her body closer to his, deepening the kiss, leaving no doubt that he intended to make her exceedingly late for work. He wrapped his arms tightly around her; one across her shoulders and the other under the curve of her bottom, then he rolled to his back, taking her with him in one fluid movement. Her bright green eyes widened in surprise at finding herself neatly planted atop him, her thighs splayed on either side of his hips. Rolling her hips she could feel the hard ridge of him pressed into the soft flesh of her pussy.
+Bracing her hands on either side of his head, she pushed herself up. A tousled hair fell in a curtain across her face to tickle at his chest, and a wicked grin spread across her lips as she lifted her hips a fraction of an inch and arched her back, rolling her hips again and pressing down onto his hard cock. She heard his breath hiss in through his clenched teeth, and she peeked at him through her lashes, and wiggled a little more, setting him more firmly into her moist folds.
+Grinning at having affected him enough to hear a muffled groan and feel his hands reach for her hips, to still her movements, Emily stilled her movement. Having kept her still for several moments Brent relaxed back and gazed up at her, a sinful smile on his face as one hand quickly left her hip and smacked her ass. As she yelped in surprise, he quickly pulled her back down on top of him and smacked her ass twice more.
+""So tell me about this paper, that says the Blues will win,"" he growled and swatted her twice more. ""You book worms take too much from pieces of paper, nothing can replace the pride and determination of team spirit.""
+""Stats don't lie,"" she squealed as he smacked her again, the subtle warmth in her belly turning to licking flames, traveling down her inner thighs from the palm prints heating her ass.
+His smile faded, his dark eyes bright with undisguised lust as she began to rotate her hips pressing down onto him again. Her eyes closed, and small white teeth glinted behind warm pink lips as she bent to nibble his neck, paying particular attention to the tender spot just below his ear. She distantly registered his hands gliding over the hot flesh, to cup her bottom, he lifted her slightly away from him so that she could feel his cock glide between the not wet folds of her pussy. Sinking her teeth into his neck to distract him slightly she reached back and took his hands pulling them up above his head in the way he often pinned her to the bed. She knew she couldn't restrain him if he really wanted to be loose, but it excited her to have him at her mercy if only for a short time.
+Brent raised his eyebrow at her and smirked, and she leaned forward to lick over the bite mark she had left on his neck. She heard his soft moan and grinned to herself as she licked her way down his throat to his chest, nibbling here and there. Her tongue flicked out and gently teased his nipple knowing this would excite him, his hips insistently pushing up into her proving that she knew her man well, and a thrill ran through her when he finally broke free of her grasp his hands moving to her rotating hips once more.
+Enjoying being the tease she wriggled free of his hands once more and slid down the length of his body, pausing to nip the flat belly with her teeth. She was on her knees between his legs, running her hands up his thighs. Looking up at him, she lowered her head, taking his hardness into her mouth, never breaking eye contact.
+His legs tensed, and his fingers twined into her hair, she smiled around him, running her tongue up the underside of his shaft. She felt his little shiver and slid her mouth back down on him, taking all of him and feeling him press into the back of her throat.
+Her left hand curved under his balls and cupped him, stroking with soft gentle fingers. She felt him pulsing on her lips, and she moved down onto him. His fingers twined to the point of pain in her hair, his hips thrusting up forcing more into her mouth, making her gag slightly, but she loved the taste of him and kept her head low devouring him. She distantly heard him moan, and she gave a small whimper in response. She felt herself clench and knew she wanted him inside her. She lifted her head and looked up to see his lust filled gaze on her.
+Brent decided she had had her own way long enough and pulling her hair that was wrapped around his fingers he lead her back up his body smiling at her small whimpers of pain and disappointment. With the grace of an athlete, he changed their positions pushing her down onto the bed and rearing up above her.
+It was his turn to taste the sweetness of her skin, his tongue running down a similar path to one Emily had travelled down his body. He loved her breasts, the small pale pink nipple were short and puckered sweetly between his lips making her breasts rise into pointed mounds of flesh. His hands rested over her breasts as he kisses his way down her body nipping the soft skin below her navel and rolling over her flat belly.
+His hands spread her thighs wide and his nipped at the soft white flesh listening to her sigh in pleasure. He placed extra pressure on her thighs watching the lips of her pussy part and leaned forward to flick his tongue over the centre of her being at that point in time. The sinful grin curl his lips again as he felt the shock of pleasure ripple through her making her thighs tremble and his cock harden impossibly more so.
+His lips closed over the tiny bud, and he began to whip it gently with his tongue. Her fingers threaded into his hair, pulling his mouth closer to her as her hips came off the bed to meet him. Her lips parted with soft whimpering pants and gasps. He ran his hand up her thigh and slowly entered her, first one then two marvelling at how tight she always felt. She moaned, thrusting her hips upward once again onto the fingers and into his mouth. His tongue began to work at her faster, and he could feel her wetness begin to coat his hand. Her muscles tightened around his fingers, and he knew she was close to the edge of that abyss of pleasure that would wrack her body and leave her weak and trembling in his arms.
+Pulling free of her grappling hands Brent rose above Emily again guiding his throbbing cock into her. She was so tight he slid in only a frustrating fraction at a time, and the excruciating slowness of his movements nearly sent him over the edge.
+Finally, embedded in her to the hilt he felt her muscles grip him and a groan of pleasure rumbled from his throat as he began to fuck her hard and deep. He guided her legs up the length of his body from where they had wrapped around his hips essentially doubling her in half and watching her breath shorten even more as she cried out her need.
+Emily dragged her fingernails down Brent's back enjoying the added grunts of pleasure he issued. He stiffened moaning her name and unable to hold back the tide began arching harder into her wanting her to come with him. He looked at the glazed eyes on wide panting mouth of the incredible girl he loved and cries out as he came. She matched him completely, and he felt the muscles around his cock pulse with it milking the cum from him to mix with her own.
+Brent collapsed beside her, allowing Emily to unfurl her legs and they both lay breathing raggedly for long minutes. Emily turned to look at him leaning up on her elbow and smiled crookedly, she loved him, and while her family had never understood her attraction to the rough edged tradesman, he only had to grin at her with his dimpled face and her knees went weak. He had a way of making even the most mundane tasks in life fun and though most of what he said dripped with sarcasm his genuine humour and amiability made people laugh with him rather than be offended. What her family couldn't comprehend was that his family and friends thought the same about her, they were an odd couple to have found each other but what they had was incredible and as she gazed at him she knew he felt the same.
+""Taking advantage of me like that has made me late,"" Brent smirked at her, ""But I guess I can't blame you I am a sexy beast!"" He rolled out of bed and shook his ass at her strolling to the bathroom.
+""Oh no, you don't,"" Emily yelped and jumped up racing him for the bathroom, ""I'm the one who is running late."" After a brief tussle they showered together continuing to tease and stroke each other, Emily finally disengaging herself before she got too distracted again and leaving the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
+Brent took his time, there was nothing better than having a sickie that your boss approved of. Admittedly he had asked weeks in advance hinting strongly that he would be having the day off regardless of whether the boss let him or not. Realising he was lucky to work for such a lovely guy, he had stayed back to finish off the switchboard he had been wiring up the night before so it could be shipped today.
+By the time Brent had finished showering and shaving Jemima had dressed and done her hair and make-up, so practised was she in the morning rush. Checking her bag for everything she needed she hurried past his eager hands leaving a lipstick air kiss next to his cheek and ran out the door, calling, ""Have fun with the boys!""
+She climbed into her car lamenting that he would be on a plane within an hour, and she could look forward to a quiet night alone. She wished again she could have taken the time from work to go to Sydney with him.
+* * * *
+Emily ran into the lift that would take her from the underground car park to the offices of Bennet Collins Ltd. She looked at her watch and prayed that the boss was at an early morning meeting, but as the lift doors opened she knew he was there. The receptionist gave her a look of dread and quietly she slipped through the main foyer and tried to make her way inconspicuously to her office. The fact was that despite the tirades of her boss she loved her job. Hired straight out of University she had always loved the honesty of figures and statistics they didn't lie. They allowed her to look critically at companies, government agencies and world politics and see the anomalies that spelt trouble for all concerned. In deficits and profits alike, there were patterns and trends and of her class she had been the golden girl at University, finishing as dux of her year in both her chosen degrees.
+As much as she loved the surety of statistics they didn't apply to the creative arts, writers, artists and musicians defied the laws of statistics at every turn, and while she had taken the second degree as a point of rebellion against her parents who revelled in their intellectual status amongst friends and family it had fascinated her equally that there was no rhyme or rhythm as to why something became a trend, a fad, a movement even in the creative arts.
+It wasn't until meeting Brent and finding his irresistible belief that statistics meant nothing anything could change the course of a single event. Within the first week of meeting, he had made her watch the movie, The butterfly Effect and make her admit that anything was possible regardless of her sure fire statistics. She had finally begun to understand the ripple effect, through watching Brent and being with him.
+Brent's love of life and firm belief that anything could happen at any time had captivated her. She had come from a family with routine and schedule and knowing that everything was in its place, and life could be so ordered that no unexpected surprises ever arose that could not be dealt with and tossed aside in an instant. So it was with her boss, he hated anything to be out of order in the office and being late was one of those anomalies he could not abide.
+""Miss Tompkins?"" The voice rang through the office suite.
+""Yes, Mr Bennet,"" Emily replied grateful it was not Mr Collins.
+""Do you have those special statistics I ordered?"" He said softly as he walked toward her. Seeing her nod he followed her to her office and took a seat to wait for her to bring them up on the dual screen monitor. Looking over the figures Clive could see that the deciding game between the Blues and Maroons would be in theory to the blues favour. Like the girl in front him though Clive Bennet liked the chance factor anomalies placed in the rigid statistical studies that were the forte of his counterpart in the company.
+""Factoring in anomalies?"" Clive quizzed her further, and she grinned and clicked at the keys of her keyboard bringing up a totally different screen. Anomalies such as melee's, severe injuries and even streakers were considered and in each case the predicted winner trended toward the blues.
+On paper as she had told Brent that morning the Blues seem to be the team to beat in tonight game and the reason she knew was because one of her Bosses, Clive Bennet had asked her to run a statistical analysis. His words though had stayed with her, and before she knew it she had opened her mouth to speak, catching herself just in time.
+""Go on say what is on your mind, young lady,"" Clive smiled indulgently.
+""I just..."" She swallowed loudly, ""It is just that this is not a usual football game there are too many unknowns that we can put an anomaly value to.""
+""Oh? Like what?"" Clive seemed genuinely intrigued.
+""Pride,"" she answered easily, ""Who wants to let down their state and the legendary players that have come before them."" She knew, in that moment, she had been listening to Brent for too many years about his love of the Maroons.
+""Pride will only get you so far,"" Clive ventured, ""If the skills aren't there to back it up, and going by these stats...""
+""Team spirit then,"" Emily countered.
+""So despite all of these statistics that you have diligently pulled together am I to believe by these unknown anomalies that you would still back the Maroons to win?"" Clive smirked at the girl across from him.
+""I would like to think there is an unknown I haven't counted that says they still could,"" Emily sighed realising the statistics they lived their life by in this office said otherwise.
+Clive sat back in the chair and laughed uproariously. Emily didn't believe what she had said was so funny and became indignant, sitting up straighter and bringing her shoulders back about to launch into a stunning rebuttal of his laughter when he held up his hands in surrender before she had even begun.
+""Finally!"" Clive choked out between his laughter, ""Someone who is willing the think beyond the obvious! Factor in the unknowns and adjust their thinking to encompass them. People who try to put a number value on passion are fooling themselves!""
+Emily looked at him quizzically, her rebuttal forgotten, she got caught up with his laughter, and grinned girlishly at the obvious praise.
+""Plans for tonight?"" Clive asked as his laughter finally subsided.
+""No, gonna curl up and watch the game and see if I can spot my boyfriend in the crowd,"" Emily replied honestly.
+""You most certainly are not!"" Clive exclaimed. ""I will give you binoculars to spot him in the crowd from our corporate box. I gave all the junior's the same data to pull yesterday, you're the one with an iota of sense, so you win the trip to Sydney with me.""
+It took a few moments for Emily to understand what he was saying, and she blinked. ""I won a trip? But, I couldn't go, I haven't packed or made arrangements or... could I seriously?""
+""Of course you can I have a meeting in Sydney in the morning you can sit in on that, as well. I will need you for a meeting in about an hour then we will need to look at some plans for the meeting tomorrow, then we will fly to Sydney. Trust me Emily, in so many ways you have exceeded my expectations today,"" he winked at her and got up walking from her office.
+In truth, the partners had been looking for some time for a junior to put on the partnership track. They had needed someone who would just not fall into the trap of trusting the statistics and data before them and understand that not all variables were always counted in statistical data, but gut feeling and intuition had a place within their realm. Smart people will often just go by what is before them what they can see and judge for themselves, they needed a critical thinker, and intellectual who could question the data and ask 'What if'. Clive believed he had found his man, only she was a young woman.  
+* * * *
+Brent watched Emily race out of the door wondering how he got so lucky to have her in his life and his bed. She was exceptionally smart, very beautiful, and if he was truthful with himself she was way out of his league. Despite that fact, she was his and he couldn't be happier. His friends and family couldn't understand it beyond the physical, but there was just something magical between them. She seemed to totally understand him, his need to be with his mates at times, to go to the footy like today, the fact that he hated to cook unless it was a barbecue and she got everything ready for him in advance. He laughed to himself, he was one of the lucky ones. Listening to his friends gripe about their wives and girlfriends he knew he was undoubtedly in the lucky basket.
+Brent threw some undies and a pair of jeans into a bag with his deodorant stick and dressed in the clothes he planned to wear all day and possibly still be in the next morning. At the last minute, he threw his phone charger in and the ever present small box in his bag in case Emily called him often. It wasn't that he minded, in fact, he hoped she did, he would miss her more perhaps than she missed him. It wasn't that she was uncaring, in fact, she was extremely loving, it was that she was so often calculating in her responses to the moments in life that were unexpected. Unpredictable she certainly wasn't and a part of him wished she was more of a spur of the moment girl rather than a woman who liked to plan out all of events in her life.
+The flip side of her being a planner and calculator meant that he no longer over spent on the things that sounded fantastic at the time but fizzled out quickly, like his venture into street luge, the equipment alone had cost him over a grand. With Emily's influence, they were finally in a position to start looking at buying at home of their own. He knew he needed to pop the question soon, but he wanted to make it memorable, not huge and momentous like so many of his friends felt they had to do after so many viral clips on YouTube of extraordinary proposals, he wanted it to be unique to just to them. He just couldn't work out exactly how he wanted to do it and had been carrying around a ring box for almost six months in case the moment arose. Zipping up the small bag he could carry on the plane, he shrugged and headed out the door. His friends would be downstairs to meet him if not already waiting for him, they would arrive within minutes.
+As he exited the apartment block he could see Dave's car waiting for him, and he hurried to jump into the back where there was room. ""What's crack-a- lackin'?"" He asked jovially as he entered the car.
+""Queenslander!"" Dave yelled, and the car lurched forward into the traffic. As they drove to the airport, the men whooped about leaving wives and girlfriends behind and shedding the shackles of bondage as they put it for a boys only trip. Happily entrenched in a male bonding exercise only one step removed from a deep sea fishing trip as far as the men in the car were concerned they discussed the game at hand and how the coaches and managers should organise their teams.
+Troy turned to lean over the front passenger seat and look back at Brent, ""Hate to tell you this old mate, but you're the last bastion of freedom.""
+""Yeah right, I can see it now, you down on one knee begging Kylie to make an honest man of you,"" Brent laughed unbelievingly.
+""Didn't have to, she got down on one knee and threatened me last night,"" he laughed loudly. ""Kylie is taking me ring shopping when we get back from this trip,"" he said sullenly his laughter dying suddenly.
+""Ah shit,"" Dave muttered.
+""Knew it,"" Ash grinned and added, ""You can pay up at the airport mate."" He punctuated his last statement by slapping Dave's seat. He turned to Brent, ""I knew you would never find your perfect moment.""
+""Yeah well. I guess as she can have me, settling for you is understandable,"" Brent smirked.
+""Pffft,"" Troy made a dismissive sound. ""Emily will wake up one day and realise she is way out of your league and dump your ass.""
+""What can I say, I'm irresistible to the ladies,"" Brent looked around at the other men in the car who were laughing hard. He knew the woman he loved was way out of his and their league, and took all the good natured jibes he received about the fact, playing down that he had such a hot girlfriend.
+The men's talk turned to football, and they laughed and joked about the various trips they had been on to see their mighty maroons. They laughed over the year when one of the girlfriends on her first encounter with their State of Origin ritual had stood up during the event full of excitement at a try and yelled... ""Go Burgundy!""
+""I wonder whatever happened her to,"" Dave mused.
+""Joined Mensa probably after dumping Troy's ass, smartest thing she ever did,"" Brent said with a perfectly straight face.
+Troy groaned, ""Talking about your own relationship there, aren't you? Oh wait she hasn't dumped you yet even though she is Mensa smart. You must be like her kryptonite or something.""
+""Yeah that's me kryptonite... Kryptonite for the Blues!"" Brent agreed and steered the conversation back onto safer ground.
+They had laughed long at hard at the many attempts each of them had had at indoctrinating their partners into the State of Origin fervour. It was enough now that their partners tried to understand the depth of their commitment to the team, and once a year didn't stand in the way of their football fanaticism regardless of which state the final was held in. Queensland's Mighty Maroons though had won the last seven series so inevitably the final was a two day trip into enemy territory for the four friends.
+The flight was mercifully short and without delays and they landed in Sydney within two hours of taking off. Having booked into a package deal the men piled onto a bus with a dozen other diehard fans from the northern state and made their way to the CBD where their hotel was. The same bus would pick them up and transport them to the game as well as home again.
+Buoyed up by the camaraderie of new as well as old friends venturing like warriors into enemy territory the four men laughed and joked with the group of companions railing about the injustice of the last game that they had lost and lamenting that they had to throw the Blues a bone now and then to make it more entertaining than the white wash they knew the Maroons could generally deal out.
+It wasn't until he had checked in and stowed his bags that Brent turned his phone on after the flight and found two missed calls and a puzzling message from Emily. He read it several times and shook his head as Dave walked into his room to see what was holding him up. Brent quickly sent back a message with two question marks and a love heart before sliding his phone into his pocket and heading down to the hotel bar with Dave to being what was to be an epic day and one he had been looking forward to for months.
+The message nagged at him though as so often he misunderstood her cryptic comments and he took his phone out once more and reread, ""I will see you in the tonight but will you see me?"" He had told her exactly where he and his friends would be sitting pointing out the exact spot in the first game of the series that had been played in Sydney so she could see him on TV when she pretended to watch the game. Maybe she was planning some sexy face time during the game if he dared to answer his phone and the thought made him grin. Dave gave him a puzzled look and tried to sneak a peek at his phone to see what had made his friend smile but once again Brent slid the phone back into his pocket coming up with a plausible meaning of the cryptic text.
+* * * *
+Emily looked at her phone and laughed at his questioning response to her text. After trying to call him twice with no success, she had been swept up in the whirlwind that Clive had made of her day. Emily was not an unpredictable woman, she did not do things on a whim, she calculated pro's and cons and then moved forward probably the only exception to that rule had been the irresistible pull she had initially felt toward Brent that had clouded her mind and erased any thoughts from her head aside of how good he made her feel and how much she laughed when she was with him.
+Smiling at the text Emily decided not to explain but rather send him further cryptic clues during the day and she knew just where to start. Bringing up the statistics page she had created for Clive regarding tonight's football game in Sydney on her computer She quickly grabbed a fresh piece of copy paper and write in her own precise script, ""Luckily they play on grass not paper!"" Standing it up against her computer Emily stood back and took a photo on her phone sending it to Brent.
+She was more than satisfied when his text came back, ""You better believe it smart girl!""
+Clive was in and out of her office giving her the run down on the meeting they would attend in the morning and asking her to run over the figures and risk analysis of the particular company expanding into a new market at this time. By lunchtime she was up to date within reason and had several questions about the data she had been given. It had been compiled by one of the senior analysts, and as she left her office to meet with him Clive stopped her in her tracks.
+""Run home and pack a bag and get back here as soon as you can, then we will leave for the airport,"" Clive turned to walk away but reached out to touch his arm.
+""I am on the way to the airport maybe it would be more effective for me to meet you there,"" she explained quickly hoping that would buy her a small amount of extra time. Clive seemed to consider her words and looked at his watch gauging the time.
+""Leave your address and mobile number with Wendy. We will pick you up on the way,"" he murmured. Not wanting to push her luck Emily went back to her desk and grabbed her bag and headed home forgetting the questions she had planned to ask the senior analyst. No, soon had she packed a bag trying to choose an outfit for any occasion as well as another for work the next day, Emily heard her phone ring and rushed to pick it up. Clive was downstairs already, and she raced to zip up the suit bag and leave the apartment.
+It surprised her to find that rather than veering into the domestic terminals they drove past them down a road that ran parallel to the public airport to the general aviation terminals. She shouldn't have been surprised at the sight of the small gulf stream that waited for them there, but she was and as she climbed out of the car she stopped and took a photo with her phone. As their bags were checked and loaded, she quickly sent it to Brent and wondered what he would think if he knew she was heading to the city he had flown to only a few hours earlier. Turning off her phone for the flight Emily walked up the stairs and took a seat in the small but plush cabin.
+During the flight, they went through the data and background company information, and Emily was able to ask the questions she had meant to see the analyst who put the data package together about. Clive was impressed with her quick and agile mind, the way she could follow the figures so quickly and talk about the economic policies and trends in the current markets and their effects on the economic status of companies such as the one they were advising.
+Landing in Sydney a car and driver waited for them courtesy of a business associate of Clive's. The afternoon had seemed to rush past her, and as they entered the Sydney Hyatt. Entering her room with the promise to change and meet Clive downstairs for an early dinner after missing lunch Emily chained into a wine coloured slip dress that could pass for maroon and as it was winter paired the short dress with thick black tights and boots. It could pass in a dressy or casual crowd, and she left her hair to hang loosely down around her shoulders. Taking a picture od herself in front of the large window with the Sydney Harbour behind her featuring the opera house but obscuring most of it with her body she laughed wondering if Brent would be sober enough to notice anything but the short dress.
+Pressing send she swung her small bag over her shoulder and left the room, marvelling that she of all people would be going to the football, a game she barely understood. She had impressed her boss with the passionate words of her boyfriend, and she felt like a fraud as the lift doors opened and Clive sat in a comfortable chair waiting for her. While they dined, Emily told Clive of her boyfriend and his absolute belief in the mighty maroons and his confidence in the outcome of the upcoming game.
+""It's like an obsession for Brent and his friends. They would just about kill to be going to a corporate box like I am,"" she admitted ruefully. ""It's not that I don't appreciate the opportunity,"" Emily quickly corrected herself, ""It's just that Brent's the bigger fan."" Emily smiled to herself thinking that she was more interested in the company financial report she had just read than in watching a game of football.
+Emily could feel the phone in her bag buzz but waited until Clive excused himself from the table for a moment to look at it she grinned at the message, ""Amazing dress, go Maroons."" He hadn't even noticed the background. Placing the menu of the restaurant on the table with the Harbour Bridge and Opera House in its logo she took another photo and sent it in response before putting her phone away again and grinning. She stood as Clive returned and they left for the game.
+* * * *
+Brent and his mates were already at the stadium with a beer in hand enjoying the pre-show entertainment when his phone buzzed against his thigh. Pulling it from his pocket Brent looked at it. He saw the menu not registering the logo and wondered who she was out with flicking back to photo of her all dressed up.
+""Alright,"" Ash broke through his thoughts, ""Show me what you have been frowning at all afternoon or put it away."" They all got messages and calls from their partners, but Brent was looking worried, and Ash was concerned for his friend.
+Having looked at the text and the ensuing pictures Ash could see the trail quite easily. Emily was obviously in Sydney with some rich bastard, and he cursed at what a bitch Emily was being showing Brent photos of her running off with another guy. Handing the phone back with a shrug as if he too had no idea what she was doing he offered to get more beers before the game started.
+""I'll come, Dave said, ""I need more food.""
+""You always need more food,"" Brent laughed, ""It's as if you're eating for two,"" he looked down at his friends paunch meaningfully, ""Is there something you need to tell us?""
+Dave waved away the comments saying, ""You wish you had my physique, it's all muscle baby!""
+""Someone should have told you it's supposed to be a six pack not a whole carton,"" Brent smirked.
+Dave smoothed down his shirt, ""Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful."" Then he walked off to the bar with Ash leaving Brent chuckling and looking at his phone again.
+""Here Troy,"" Brent said leaning towards him, ""put these pictures together and tell me what the hidden message is. All I have been getting all day is pictures.""
+""Shit, man if it was anyone but Emily I would say they found a rich sugar daddy who has flown them to Sydney for the night,"" he grinned, ""But for some reason that girl loves you, never understood it myself, but anyone can she does.""
+""Yeah, she has fall for the Brent good looks and charm, can't blame her really,"" Brent smiled.
+""You forgot modesty my friend,"" Troy said helpfully. ""Still looks like she is in Sydney though, whatever the reason. I don't think Photoshop is good enough to fake that on today of all days.""
+""Shit, I didn't even notice it,"" he said suddenly noticing the background of her photo in front of the window. He had been too busy admiring the long legs that went all the way up to her cute little ass.
+""You know the rules,"" Troy said, ""No girls on original finals night.""
+""She couldn't be in Sydney, she doesn't do things spontaneously, she knows it's out boys night,"" Brent seemed confused by what he knew and what was clearly on his phone and he stared at the picture of the woman he loved.
+So lost in though was he that he started as Ash and Dave returned with more beers and food, settling into their seats as the pre-game entertainment wound up and the teams began to be announced.
+""Enjoy the friggin' game mate, stop worrying about some photo's, she knows the game day rules,"" Ash snatched his phone from his hand, ""You can have it back at half time.""
+The game started well, and the men were a small voice when raised in compassion to the sea of blues supporters that surrounded them, but at half time, Queensland's mighty maroons were up 8 – 4 and their mood was jubilant as they exchanged trash talk with the people around them. Ash reluctantly handed back Brent's phone and to his surprise there were photos of the crowd he sat in, a small group of maroon coloured jerseys amongst the sea of blue.
+""Fuck!"" He exclaimed causing the men to look at him. ""She is here somewhere,"" he exclaimed gesturing around him. ""Where are you?"" He quickly sent a text to her.
+""Right behind you,"" Came the answering reply and he stood up in his seat and looked around.
+Wondering what was going on Dave watched Brent until his own phone rang, recognising the number he picked it up and laughed, ""What's going on, he's jumping around like a madman.""
+""Don't tell him it's me, yet! Emily exclaimed. ""I was just wondering if you might suspend the no girlfriends rule just enough to bring Brent up to the corporate box I am watching the game from.""
+""Hell, yes!"" Dave almost yelled. He stood beside Brent and turned around looking as she gave directions to find her. She was indeed directly behind them but up behind a glass wall. She gave Dave the box number and the simple directions she had taken down to get there from where they were.
+""Gentlemen,"" Dave said hanging up. ""We have a mission."" He pointed up at Emily who had begun to wave furiously to get their attention.
+""No women,"" Troy said looking at them all.
+""Stay then,"" said Ash moving past him, trying to catch up with Brent and Dave, ""but I am going to the corporate land of free beers!""
+""Well when you put it like that,"" Troy mumbled and followed his friends.
+They barely made it into the box before the half time whistle blew to start play, and as Emily introduced the men, Clive grinned at them all, ""We needed a bit more maroon in our midst.""
+Both teams scored in the second half and with five minutes on the clock it seemed Queensland would put a nail in the Blue's coffin with another try when out of nowhere a streaker appeared to run eighty metres and tackle the Queensland ball carrier from behind. Play when on with a try being scored but then disallowed due to the interference in play. The game ended with a win but no one overly happy with the close fulltime score of 12-10, despite the celebrations of the small group within the box.
+Brent had not moved far from Emily during the second half, the implication Troy had made that she had found a sugar-daddy and flown to Sydney without telling him had messed with his head a little and he found himself considering the likable man Clive.
+""So you're the man who told Emily that these teams play on grass and not on paper,"" Clive laughed and clapped Brent of the shoulder. ""It seems you were right about that. Won myself a delightful little side bet and I think I will go collect,"" Clive strode over to another man in the box leaving Brent looking at Emily for an explanation.
+She explained that he had set all the junior's the task of running the data for this game and coming up with the winner. ""I told you that, on paper, the Blues had a better team this morning remember?"" Emily prompted him. ""You, as usual, gave me all that stuff about team spirit and the line that they play on grass not paper and all of the traditions people have,"" she continued. She then explained her presentation of the figures to Clive and her assertion that te data didn't take into account Brent's unknown qualities of a game like this, and he loved it enough to bring her down for the game and a business meeting in the morning.  
+""I texted you that I was coming and that I was here, didn't you get the pictures?"" She said with a cheeky smile knowing she did not exactly tell him.
+""Geez,"" he drawled, ""I thought that was my Dear John letter, and you had found a sugar daddy to fly you around the country and spoil you. I have a hot date with a cheerleader soon. You know gotta get on the rebound dates fast these days.""
+Emily looked horrified, ""No way that looked like a Dear John letter!""
+""Troy what did you tell me after looking at those photos Emily sent?"" Brent called.
+""That she finally wised up and found herself someone richer and better than you,"" Troy shrugged.
+""Yeah that's what I thought"" Ash nodded in agreement, ""We wouldn't blame you Em. Brent knows he's been batting way out of his league.""
+Emily didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and she turned her face up to Josh her kissed her and murmured, ""Fine, I will cancel the date with the cheerleader, but you had better make it worth my while, I am a legend for pulling the hot chicks now.""
+""In his own mind,"" Dave said. ""I say go with the rich dude, Em, I could get used to watching the games like this."" He belched softly and looked at the half empty bottle in his hand.
+""You're all class, Dave. Plus if she dumps me she dumps you too,"" Brent smirked.
+""Nah we are mates forever now. We have bonded tonight haven't we Em?"" Dave retorted wrapping an arm around Emily's shoulder.
+""Sure you can set me up on a blind date with one of your friends after Brent leaves me for some hot cheerleader because he imagined I was running away with my boss,"" Emily laughed.
+""While that does sound appealing, I don't think my wife would approve,"" Clive said from behind them, and Emily turned around aghast that he had overheard the conversation. ""If it's a blind date you're looking for though, my nephew over there is single,"" Clive chuckled.
+""Call me prejudiced if you must, but I couldn't date a blues supporter!"" Emily pulled a face.
+""I do believe you have had a good influence on her Brent,"" Dave laughed with the rest of the small group.
+It was late, and the stadium had pretty much emptied when they finally made their way down to the exits. Emily leaned up to kiss Brent as he turned toward the three friends, ""Be there in a minute."" He kissed Emily, I will ride back with them but will come to your hotel once we are back.""
+""Clive wouldn't mind if you rode with us,"" she said softly.
+""Yeah but this is all part of the boys night, try and stay awake, I will call when I am there,"" Brent smiled and kissed her again running off toward s the bus. Emily walked with Clive to the car they had come in and smiled looking back over her shoulder.
+""Thank you Clive, this was so much fun,"" she smiled.
+""He wasn't really the type I thought you would be dating, bit rough around the edges for a put together young woman like you,"" Clive commented.
+""He's a good guy,"" she smiled, ""There is no..."" she was about to say bullshit, but that wasn't the right word, when he was with his friends, he was full of it. She began again. ""He is just so open, up front, what you see is what you get, type of thing. He doesn't have those different faces, so many people put on in different facets of their life, he is just ... Brent.""
+""Well there is always something to be said for honesty, but does he challenge you? A young woman like you needs to be challenged,"" Clive said frankly. He quite liked the young woman sitting beside him and hoped she would do extraordinary things within his company.
+""I guess he challenges me in different ways to work,"" she had the decency to blush at the admission. ""To be more spontaneous and take risks and believe in things like team spirit and passion for a cause. Like the game tonight, if we had have believed the figures... if the team had have believed what that data said..."" she spread her hands trying to explain.
+""Indeed,"" Clive replied.
+They bid each other goodnight agreeing on a time, to meet in the restaurant, for breakfast before checking out. Not knowing how long it would take Brent to come find her Emily lay on the bed and closed her eyes with her phone in her hand thinking she would rest a little.
+Brent had sung the victory songs along with the rest of the guys of the bus on the way back to the hotel revelling in the feeling of being on the victorious side. At the hotel though, he had slapped his mates on the back as they went up to their room and bid them goodnight. In his room, he retrieved the small box that he had carried with him for so long.
+His friends suppositions about the photo's Emily had sent today had scared him, and he knew he didn't want to lose her to someone more at home in her realms of work and family influence. He left again grabbing a cab and heading to The Darling Hotel with one thought in his mind. Standing in the lobby he called her and when her sleepy voice answered he felt a pang of guilt that he had not come directly from the stadium with her.
+Emily rode down in the silent elevator, the doors opening slowly. Before she even had time to look for Brent he was there, wrapping her in a tight hug and walking her back into the lift. The door closed behind them but didn't move and as he finally let her come up for air she wriggled from his arms slightly to swipe her card and press the floor they needed.
+Continuing to kiss and fondle each other in the empty corridor as they moved to her room once again she had to fight her way free of his tight embrace to swipe her card at the door almost tumbling inside with the weight of Brent pressing against her. The door closed noisily after them as their hands moved to undress one another, their clothes littering the floor on the way to the bed as finally they fell into a lovers embrace.
+Brent leaned to kissing Emily nipping at her bottom lip and teasing it with his tongue. His hands moved to hold her face between them as he gazed down on her momentarily before kissing her passionately, twining his tongue around hers. Emily was so hot, she wanted him so much, she wanted him inside of her, she wanted for him to make her explode like only he could do. She tried to move her hips so she could move herself up into him, to feel him against her. His hands went to her hips once more and stopped her. He held her, so there was a slight distance between them. When she looked at him he smiled at her, and she almost growled at him.
+His hands moved across her body. His mouth moved to one of her nipples as his hands continued to caress her. She arched her back and gave a sigh of pleasure as he gently took it between his teeth. His tongue teased the pink nub and her hands moved into his hair as he started to suck on it. Emily arched slightly at the sensations and he moved to the other as she felt the heat growing within her. She could feel his hands moving along her inner thighs now, and she moved her hips down trying to encourage him higher but only the side of his hands brushed across her hot pussy she whimpered in need, and he whispered, ""So eager and I just got started.""
+Brent's mouth moved from her tits and worked their way down her stomach teasing at her navel. His hands moved to spread her thighs widely as his mouth moved lower. Emily's hands were still in his hair, holding his head and trying to guide him to the place that need his attention the most be he seemed to be enjoying the slow tease and would not let her rush him.
+His fingers teased the outside of her pussy. He could feel how hot and wet she was. He loved knowing that he could have this affect on her this was just as much a turn on for him as it was for her. They seemed to bring out the best in each other. His tongue replaced his fingers that were teasing her. He had to hold her hips still as he fluttered his tongue over her pussy, putting more and more pressure on her clit with each stroke. She was trying to move her hips, but the pressure of his hands holding her thighs widely made it almost impossible for her.
+Emily was panting and mewling loudly by the time he moved a finger into her wet pussy, and as his mouth closed over her clit once more she arched her back and stiffened beneath him. Her hands held his head tightly as she came and he licked and kissed gently till she calmed. Her fingers caressed his hair and neck, down to his shoulders as she tried to breathe deeply and calm her trembling body. He moved to up the bed again covering her totally with his own body. She reached between them, to wrap her fingers around the hard cock that still needed to be taken care of. She brushed her fingers across the pre-cum that had escaped him and rubbed it all over the head while the other hand moved to cup his balls, holding them and massaging them in her hand.
+She wrapped her legs around his hips as she tried to guide his cock to her but still wouldn't be rushed and he teased her with slight movements of his hips. He entered her slowly. The heat of her pussy surrounding his cock as he moved at his own slow pace until he was buried deep inside her was so hot and tight around him. He stayed still for a moment enjoying the feel of her and looking down into the face of the woman he loved. He wanted to make the moment last, but she was not cooperating. Her hips were grinding upward onto him as if trying to take him in deeper and faster. Her pussy muscles were gripping him milking at his cock. Her mouth was moving on his neck, her teeth nipping, her tongue licking and her nails were running his back and his ass.
+He could not hold back anymore. He started moving with slow smooth strokes at first. Her nails dug into his ass checks showing her need for more. He thrust harder into her hard and deep, beginning a more forceful pounding motion and she gave satisfying gasps that told him she was building to yet another climax. Her fingers gripped his ass harder, and she attempted to pull him deeper and harder into her. Her hips rose up to meet his pounding thrusts. His cock was ready to explode and finally giving in to all he felt he slammed into her and groaned loudly. They came together. Her pussy muscles moving in spasms and milking the cum from his cock. Their hips ground against each other's until there was nothing left to give and her arms held him tight as he collapsed on top of her.
+Their hands caressed each other softly. He rolled to the side taking her with him. Still inside of her. They look into each other's eyes and kissed softly. His arms held her to him as she nuzzled his neck, kissing it softly before closing her eyes sleep pulling at her. Brent knew she would have to work in the morning, and though he had wanted, in this moment, to propose he let her sleep instead. He realised tonight that waiting for the perfect moment was asinine when every moment they had together was pretty close to perfect.
+""Marry me,"" he whispered thinking her asleep already.
+""No, because you're only asking because your dumbass friends had you half convinced I had run off with a sugar daddy,"" he said in a sleep voice and half opened her eyes to look up at him.
+""Am not,"" he said a little too petulantly. He stood up and grabbed his bag from beside the door where he had dropped it.
+""Mm"" she murmured watching him, ""its okay I am only using you for that gorgeous body of your anyway."" She grinned cheekily as his head came up quickly frowning caught off guard by her seemingly off hand remark.
+""I feel so used,"" He attempted a pout before taking the small box from his bag. He pounced on her seeing her grin widen, pinning her to the bed and kissing her. Sitting back up and straddling her body he held out his palm with the small box and at looked at her seriously.
+Emily squeaked, she had honestly thought he had asked when he thought she was asleep because he didn't actually mean it, but the ring told her differently. She was speechless, and she blinked up at him not truly comprehending why he had it here when he couldn't have known she would be in Sydney, as well. She opened her mouth to ask him, but nothing came out.
+""I've been carrying it with me for months now waiting for the right moment,"" he said as if reading her thoughts, ""I should have asked a long time ago."" He grinned at her, the smile at odds with the uncertainty clouding his eyes as she continued to stare at the box and him not making a move to take it. Finally, he opened the box for her.
+Again she gasped as she looked at the beautiful princess cut diamond solitaire. Tears sprung unbidden to Emily's eyes, and she gulped loudly.
+""Hey, don't cry you can still use me for my body,"" Brent tried to lighten the mood by flexing his muscles dropping the box onto her belly, totally unsure of her reaction and what it meant.
+""With moves like that how could I say no?"" Emily picked up the ring and grinned, ""You going to put it on my finger or will we just leave it in the box so I can look at it a bit longer between your poses.""
+Brent dropped his pose and with proper care and tenderness he took the ring from her and slipped it onto her finger. ""I love you,"" he whispered.
+""I love you two,"" Emily replied with a wide smile and they lay in the enormous bed watching the sun rise over the opera house content within one another's arms."
+66,F2: The Golden Ring,MSTarot,Chain Stories,2013-08-07,2013-08-07,2022-01-08 03:48:15,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f2-the-golden-ring,A square ring comes full circle.,"['Fawc', 'Hooker', 'Mystery Basket', 'Oral Sex', 'Shower', 'Threesome', 'Trucking', 'Undertaker', 'Wrestling', 'Wwe']",4.66,"**FAWC 2 :The Golden Ring**
+ _(Author's note: (This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered around a random determination of four ""mystery ingredients."" There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.)_
+(The mystery ingredients for this story were Envy, Vehicle, Affectation, and Sport.)
+   * * * *
+""Hey! Come on guys. Quiet down!"" yells Jimmy to try and catch everyone's attention. He claps his hands together when that doesn't get it.
+Sipping at a bottle of water I look away from from the conversation I'm having with my friend Billy. I can see Jimmy's getting flustered. ""Alright, guys listen up!"" I call out to help.
+The rooms settles to a calm stillness, the very air seems charged with energy. I imagine it must be similar to what soldiers must see and feel just before a major battle begins. All eyes turn to the promoter, Jimmy 'the ghost' Silva. He gives me a nod of thanks then turns to address the others.
+""Alright, I just want to say thank you for all for coming tonight and for being here on time, it makes my job easier,"" there are several chuckles. I smile as I see Jimmy hide his own as he lifts the clipboard. ""Okay, this the draw. The first match will be Rocco Gibraltar vs Digger Jones.""
+""What? I got to wrestle this honky again?""
+Laughing I look over to Digger. He's grinning like a cat, his bright gold capped teeth blazing against his dark skin. A literature major working on his Masters degree he never ceases to amaze me at how 'ghetto' he can makes his voice sound.
+""Yeah boss, I don't want to wrestle him either,"" says Rocco pointing to Digger with his thumb. ""He keeps taking me for granite.""
+I toss my nearly empty bottle of water at Rocco. Mine's not the only one to come flying in at him amide the groans.
+""Alright Hush! Come on guys, we don't have a lot of time. Tickets are already being torn. Okay, second match is Possessor Red Neckus vs Slick Billy. Third is The Mountain vs the Sumo Kid, now boys I want a lot of action between you two.""
+I join the others in looking over at our two biggest guys. The Mountain at 6'10'' three ninety and Sumo at 6' 5'' with a billed weight of four hundred and sixty pounds, they together make me start thinking about how well I set up the ring.
+""Can I do my Brokeback lock on him?"" asks the Mountain. I know my eyebrows aren't the only ones to climb.
+I see Jimmy thinking about it.
+""If you can lift him without breaking your back. I need you this Saturday at the Omnni,"" Jimmy points his finger in warning. The Mountain nods his big head and then flutters his long eyelashes at Jimmy while blowing him a kiss. The promoter just shakes his head and goes back to the card. ""Alright, I need a street fight between Atom X and Double Tap. I want you two to get the crowd really into it boys we need the draw for Saturday,"" he looks down at the clipboard.
+My eyes go to our highest flier Atom Extreme,and our 'submission specialist' D.T 'Double Tap' Malone. They move towards each other and ignore the rest of the card as they start to play it out between them. I notice then that I'm ignoring it as well. I know my match. Me and Jimmy worked it out earlier. I still want to grin when I hear him announce it though and see the look on the others faces.
+""Alright, the main event will be 'Ramblin' Ricky Rhodes vs the Sandman. That's a no time limit boy, so lets give it everything.
+""I'll bring the house boss,"" I promise as I look over at Sandy. He gives me a thumbs up.
+Jimmy raises his voice.
+""Aright guys...remember. We know that they know... and they know that we know. Do the dance, take the bumps, and sell it so they forget!"" he starts to clap. ""Come on guys lets have a good show, don't let me down, and don't die!"" He points that warning finger again. ""The paper works not worth your asses""
+Laughing we break up and head for either our bags, to the cooler or to talk to our opponents. I signal Sandy I'll be just a second then chase after Jimmy.
+""Hey Jimmy?""
+Silva turns at my voice about to say something to one of our sound guys who looks to be at whits end. ""Yeah Ricky?""
+""I was wondering... well I was wondering if you had given what I asked you any thought?"" I rub at my left biceps where it's been hurting since my fall a month ago. I see his eyes go to it so I stop doing it.
+""Yeah I have,"" he takes a deep breath. ""look... you know I love her and I want to use her, the ladies pull a hell of a draw. But I just don't have another female wrestler for her to work with. Not since Mindy went to Shimmer. As soon as I can find another...""
+""Jimmy she can wrestle a guy! She's every bit as strong as say... Atom X. Hell that would be a hot match. His high flying, her looks and collegiate wrestling ability."" I see Silva's already shaking his head. ""Well, then you could let her wrestle me. She's my girlfriend so if I touch her someway inappropriate she wont mind.""
+""Damn it it's not that. I know she's a tough girl and not going to take any shit but... were a family show. Guys wrestle differently than women wrestlers. The holds are different, hands go in different places. What happens if her top comes off in the match? I've got kids in the audience, Ricky.""
+""Well, what happens if my trunks get snagged? Any one of us could do the full Monty in the ring any night of the week but that doesn't bother you!""
+Jimmy stops looking at me and signals the sound guy to give him a minute. When the guy, shaking with frustration I note nods, Jimmy turns to me and sighs. He then reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose.
+""Okay... look... how about this, is she here tonight?"" at my nod he gives me a second sigh and a nod of his own. ""Okay, this is what I'll do. Have her come to the ring as your escort.""
+I start to bridle up but he stops me with a look.
+""She can interfere with your match with Sandman. Have her distract the ref, you knock Sandy out the ring. Then you pull the ref around and she can go to work on him. Keep it going for as long as it sells. Tell Sandy I said that he can exchange a few blows with her if she and him agree. Alright?""
+After a second I nod.
+""That will work, thank Jimmy.""
+""Yeah yeah,"" he turns to the frothing at the mouth sound guy.
+Leaving him to sort it out I head towards the door, Sandy catches my arm just as I'm about to head out.
+""What's up?""
+I give him a grin.
+""Feel like a three some tonight? You, me and Erica?""
+Sandy smiles that baby face shit eating grin of his. The one that makes him need a mask to play a heel.
+""In ring or out?"" he asks hopefully, still grinning.
+""In... you couldn't handle her out,"" I tell him with a shake of my head. Sandy falls in next to me and follows me out to my truck. ""Jimmy said that she can run a scene with you tonight as part of our match.
+""Cool, I get to get beat up by a girl. Just what I always wanted,"" he says it way to enthusiastically.
+Glancing over my shoulder I give him a look.
+""I wonder about you sometimes."" He grins that shit eating grin at me. As I tap on the door to the big rigs sleeper I look back at him again. ""Other times I'm sure.""
+A very sleepy looking Erica Von Rize pops open the door blinking. The shirt she's wearing, one of my tank tops, shows a huge amount of beautiful cleavage that pulls both our eyes to her chest. She looks down then back at us two smiling at her. She give a sigh of the long suffering.
+""What the fuck do you two perverts want?""
+""Too know exactly how many licks it takes to get to the center of... "" I pop Sandy on the back of the head. ""Oww!... a tootsie roll pop. Call it my need to know,"" his eyes drop back to the open top and the wonderful view.
+Erica sighs again ""Men!"" she mutters, then sits up and stretches but that just makes her nipples press the thin shirt out like little tents. I can make out the marks her piercings make clearly. So can Sandy I'm sure.
+""What?"" she asks after a moment. ""I was trying to sleep.""
+""Naps over beautiful, you got ring time tonight,"" I tell her grinning. I love the delight that comes to her face.
+""Really? I've got a match?"" she asks happy as a school girl.
+When I have to explain to her what's up though I can see that 'evil' school girl that is her in ring persona come quickly rising to the top. I try to stem it off by telling her that she and Sandy can mix it up for as long as they can sell it.
+""Who knows maybe we can talk Jimmy into letting the two of you go at it down at the Omnni Saturday. It's a bigger venue, larger crowd you two going at it tonight could really pack seats.""
+Miss Disaster finally agrees. Her and Sandy start to talk about what they want to do. Looking off towards the entrance and the people coming in I wince when I hear him mention hitting her with a chair.
+""I'm going to go sign some autographs be right back,"" I tell them. I have to get away. I care to much about Erica to listen to another man talking about open hand slaps to her chest and choke holds. I mean I know she's tough as nails and he will be pulling most of it but still... she is my girlfriend.
+Crossing the parking lot to where tickets are being sold and torn I try to get a head count. Maybe fifty still outside. Given that Jim said tickets were already being torn we may have about two hundred in attendance. Not a bad nights draw for a Wednesday night. As I walk towards them some of the crowd recognize me. I feel tremors of apprehension start waking butterflies in my stomach. I take a deep breath and feel myself pulling 'Ramblin' out and put him on almost like a mask. By the time I'm up next to my fans you could almost say I'm not me.
+Grinning, flirting, kissing the odd single girl (no matter what her age) I work my magic on the ladies of the crowd. I make fathers worry, brother angry and boyfriends jealous. Girls have their hands all over my chest and abbs from almost moment one of me walking up. I give a shimmy shake when one little lady, maybe all of eighty, tries to snake a hand down the front of my tights. She settles for pinching my butt as I turn to walk back inside.
+Maybe Jimmy needs to rethink the whole 'family show' thing. God knows we wouldn't be the first wrestling promotion to use the old sex sells gimmick
+* * * *
+I'm a bundle of energy waiting to explode in every direction. I listen just outside the curtain to the crowd cheering. While not a packed house it is a better one than we have had of late. Jimmy told me he cut ticket prices by five dollars per head so we would pull more.
+But that doesn't matter.
+I'm hopping with the need to get to the ring, it's got me just shaking or maybe that the stage fright. I have gone through my customary need to puke, need to piss twenty time, can't sit still for more than ten seconds. My hands were doing their normal shaking as I oiled down my muscles to make them show better. Since then I've been watching match after match through a hole in the curtain. I just shook my head in awe when the Mountain managed to lift Sumo Boy up above his head into his Brokeback lock. He couldn't hold him and they had both crashed down with a sound that made the ring set up man inside me cringe
+But that doesn't matter.
+I feel Erica's hand on my shoulder trying to make me calm down. Trying to get me to settle into some kind of a more professional style wait but I can't. Sandman is doing it. He's standing there in his gas mask and trench coat looking all dark and spooky. I saw him do some stretches before he got into his entrance attire but that was it. Now he's into his inner psyche. Letting himself fall away and becoming his ring persona. That's what he told me once after a match. He's got music in his head playing right now, over and over. His entrance theme 'Enter Sandman' is playing for him alone behind those glass lenses. It plays there till it plays for us all. When the speakers take it from his head and give it to the fans he's ready to wrestle.
+But that doesn't matter.
+""Will you please settle down?"" asks Erica next to me. ""I swear you're getting worse Ricky. If I didn't know better I would check your bags for speed.""
+I grin at her.
+""Don't need it. No drug beats this rush. Nothing does!""
+She slides up against my back.
+""How about sex then? Doesn't that beat it?"" she reaches between the front of my rhinestone encrusted duster and runs her hand over my cock through my tights. I catch her hand as I start to rise.
+""Stop it! I can't go out there sporting a hard on!"" I wiggle to get away from her other hand as it tries to come around too. ""Stop it.""
+""With your gimmick a hard on would help,"" she says with a wink and a wicked chuckle.
+I look down at her naughty school girl outfit.
+""Look who's talking.""
+She backs away looking down at her clothes. The white button up shirt, tied in a knot under her breast, the incredibly short bright red plaid skirt. Those long white stockings that I get to peal down her legs so often after a match. Only the black 'goth' style boots break the school girl image but then she's a naughty school girl. Catching the front of her skirt as she pulls it out about a foot.
+""Really? You think a hard on would help? I could get a strap on and wear it to the ring... then maybe wear it after we get done... in the sleeper. Ever wanted to be ridden?"" she asks full-on naughty Miss Disaster.
+I feel my cock rise another few inches. When I looks down I know I'm going to be in trouble.
+""Damn it Erica!"" I have to reach down and shift myself around. Naturally it's at that moment that the Mountain comes walking his big ass back through the curtain. He stops and looks down at me with my half hard cock in hand and just gives me a long look. He then flutters his hand in front of his face.
+""Why Ricky I didn't know you cared."" he looks to Erica and gives his finger a snap ""He's mine now, you Bitch!""
+Shaking my head I move out the way as he goes to grab my nipple. He keeps trying and I swear Erica is helping him by holding me by my jacket. His massive hand runs over my peck like a lovers till I manage to get away from him. Chuckling he has to move as the Sumo Kid comes walking through the curtain. I notice he's limping a bit.
+""You okay?"" I ask concerned.
+The big Samoan nods. He points to the Mountain.
+""Fairy queen here dropped me on it wrong. I'm fine.""
+""Sorry about that Sam. You're the heaviest guy I've ever lifted. We should have practiced it, first."" the Mountain comes over and helps his big friend towards the medic.
+""Well, you got me up..shut the fuck up!"" says Sumo before Mountain can make a comment.
+Looking over I'm about to comment on it to Sandy. He's not moved. Head half down his mask swaying to the music only he hears I feel an almost chill run up me. But then that's the point of his gimmick. To be spooky. Well, at the moment he's doing too good a job.
+But that doesn't matter
+The Metallica guitar music comes roaring up from our Marshall speakers just outside the curtain. I watch Sandy start to let his head sway more with the music. Just as the first lyrics come up he steps forward and the curtain parts.
+""Say your prayers... little one"" comes through loud as sin then the curtain drops back muffling it.
+""He's a nice guy but he's also fucked in the head,"" says Erica next to me. I nod agreement and wait for his song to stop and the crowd to stop booing him. It takes a few minutes. He has to shed his ring attire and the old style gas mask that he wears over the black and green mask that he wears in the ring.
+I'm suddenly calm. It comes on like a wave of powerful lust. I feel Rick Kerensky falling to the side as Ramblin Ricky Rhodes fully takes the controls, ready to step on stage and strut. I turn to Erica and grin at her, she looks back with the white stick from her candy between her teeth.
+""Some day I want to fuck you with you like this,"" she says pulling the sucker from her mouth with a pop.
+""Why not now?"" I ask running my hand up the side of her bare midriff to half cup her left breast.
+My music come up.
+""OPPAIS GANGNAM STYLE... GANGNAM STYLE!""
+""That's why,"" she says as they pull the ropes and the curtain opens.
+Stepping through the curtain with a huge grin and a boner that's going to make headlines I let my feet take me to the ring 'Horse Trotting' the whole way to the screams of the ladies. Looking over my shoulder I see little Miss Disaster swaying to my music and playing with her sucker. I let my jacket drop as I go up the steps and with my hands on my hips do the side rocker steps down the side of the ring. Catching the ring post I lean back from it whipping my hand over my head lasso style.
+Then I start to 'almost' dry hump the metal post.
+The crowd goes wild! The women screaming, the guys booing.
+Sandman's not even blinking behind his black rimmed eye holes.
+What more could you ask for.
+* * * *
+""Oh for FUCK sake!"" I scream into the rag between my teeth as our ring medic slash sound man pops my right shoulder back into socket. It comes out as ""UM FUR Uck Ake""
+""What he said,"" says Rocco with a grimace. ""Dude, I know that has to fucking hurt. Why the hell do you do that shit?""
+Spitting out the rag I wave off the bottle of water he's offering me for the cold beer in his other hand. He hands it to me and I guzzle the stuff down hardly tasting it I'm swallowing so fast. After the first deep drink I give my shoulder a rotation, wincing at the old familiar ache. Since violently dislocating it, back when I was backyard wrestling in my mid-teens, I've been able to kind of pop it out at will. However except for one time when I was really drunk I don't put it back into place myself.
+Still hurts like a mother though, no matter who sets it. So I don't do it often.
+""It sells the show,"" I tell Rocco grinning. I look back to Philip our sound guy, some times doctor. ""Thanks.""
+""Any time Bro,"" he closes his tackle box and picks up the red plastic box where he put the needle he stitched up my head with. He points to my head. ""You know what to do if you start getting dizzy?""
+""Yep,"" I lift the cold can. ""Get more beer.""
+He shakes his head but says the opposite.
+""Exactly,"" he looks to Rocco ""You sure you're okay?""
+""Yeah, I'm fine. Just a jammed finger. I pulled it back out. Now it's just sore,"" flexing his fingers he looks to me. ""I've got to hit the road Ricky, my kids got softball practice tomorrow. I need to be there to pick him up"" he looks to his watch. ""Hell in about six hours.""
+Chuckling I nod and watch him turn and leave, his bag with his ring attire over his shoulder. He was the last 'wrestler' to leave. Now it's just 'ring crew', Erica (probably asleep in my truck again), Jimmy in the back filling out paper work, and me.
+Getting to my feet with a groan I walk, feeling every step as a blaze of pain, back down to the half torn down ring. I notice that my doctor has gone back to being the sound guy. He has his tall black rolling boxes pulled into the auditorium and is loading them up with wiring, lights and every other bit of electronic paraphernalia we use. His 'personal' speakers have already been rolled out and loaded into the back of his truck. All the rest is being loaded into the back of my trailer.
+Walking up I start shaking my head as I watch one of my guys whacking the ring connector with a sledge hammer. Over and over. The very sound of it a pain that makes me hope the meds kick in soon. When it finally pops out, from where it bent after the Mountain and Sumo's collision, the way it rings off the concrete floor makes my hair hurt.
+My shoulder pain and all the others quickly gets push to a distant though as I start to take my normal hands on guidance to getting everything torn down and carried out to the rig. The repetition of shows makes the Tetris style packing needed old hat to me but these dumb asses could do it twenty time and still fuck it up if I didn't keep after them.  
+When everything is finally loaded, I roll down the door on my truck and head for the office. I give Jimmy hell about that every time we do a show here.
+As I push open the door to the Men's room I see that like always he's pulled in a table and is cutting tickets, sorting fliers, stacking receipts and doing a dozen other things all at one time. I tap the table to get his attention.
+""All packed?"" he asks me looking up startled.
+""Except for this table,"" I tell him with a grin. He shakes his head and starts stuffing his brief case bag with everything from the table top. ""My pay,"" I say quickly before he can put the cash box away.
+""Oh yeah sorry. Lets see."" He pulls back out a sheet and I see the wheels turning in his head. He counts out three one hundred dollar bills to me then puts another one to the side of them. ""That's got you and Erica.""
+""Money for diesel,"" I remind him like I always have to as he's about to close back up the box. Nodding he opens it back up and pulls out my fuel money to get my rig to the Omnni.
+I pocket mine plus the fuel without mentioning to him it will cost more in diesel to get there than what he gave me. I'll pay out a bit of mine to help. One C-bill still lays on the table.
+""One hundred for Erica?"" I ask. ""After how well the outside stuff with Sandy played I figured she would get a bit more?""
+Jimmy nods.
+""She should. I just don't have it. Cutting the ticket cost got us more people but we just barely covered cost."" he sighs and takes out a twenty. ""Here, tell her I'm a sorry and that I'll let her have a match with Sandy on Saturday night. Full pay. She did good tonight, just like you said she would."" he closes the cash box with a finality of a bank vault closing. Before it's fully closed though I could see that there were only a few more twenties in it anyway.
+""I'll give you call Friday night to make sure every things in place,"" he tells me as I fold up his table. ""If those guys at the Omnni give you any trouble about parking the rig there over night... well tell them to call me. I'll get it straight.""
+""There shouldn't be a problem Jimmy. I got them to understand what's what last time."" leaning the table against my leg I can't stop my hand from drifting up to touch the stitches in my forehead. I wince more from my shoulder though than from the five little threads.
+""How's the head?"" he asks concerned.
+""It's just a bump,"" picking up the table I start for the door.
+""Hey Ricky... damn good match tonight. You really brought it."" The true sincerity in his voice hits me. With all his years in the ring then after he's seen some of the best in the business. The burn of pride drives away all pains.
+""Thanks."" I say almost blushing over the compliment.
+He shrugs.
+Carrying the nearly forgotten table out to my truck I roll up the back and slip it in somehow between pieces of ring and the sound and light boxes. Closing it up I give my face a quick slap as I walk to the front . The old Kenworth's sleeper is calling to me but as the saying goes there's miles to go before I sleep.
+625 horses wake up with a thunder that rattles windows in the building next to me. Looking down the long dusty-blue nose I settle myself in as I check every gauge. Everything looks good except... I give the air pressure a tap and the needle on the gauge jumps to where it should be.
+""Want me to drive?"" I hear from behind me.
+""Nah. I'm good for an hour or so then you can take it. If you would though...""
+""Update the log."" she says with a grumble. ""Got you. I can go from valet to secretary.""
+""You got paid.""
+""Really? How much?""she asks.
+""One fifty."" I lie. As the brakes let off and I turn the wheel pulling us out I glance over my shoulder at her. Well at her chest anyway. The bounce of the cab makes her breast jump in such a beautiful way. When she sees me looking I smile.""The rich bitch is buying dinner though.""
+""Is she? Do I know her?""
+I chuckle as she hops into the seat next to me and flips open the logbook. I half watch her as she takes out a pen and starts filling it in all the dates, names, times and then carefully drawing the line in with her little ruler. I shift my way through the gears, the old blue beast waking up more with each one. By the time I get us to the freeway the W900 has all it's horse feed, saddled and ready to run. The quick shift through the gear as I easily climb the ramp leaves a shadowy cloud of black smoke behind us. The low weight of my normal load is hardly even a strain to the old truck. I glance behind me down the side of the trailer, my orange running lights highlighting the logo down the side.
+I.P.W.
+In big painted on letters, ten foot tall, I don't have to look to see the rest. Independent Professional Wrestling spelled out in a blazing blue and white. Reaching forward I hit the switch and the lightning bolts of white rope lights I put on come on in all their cheesy glory..
+As I take the next right I see the big arena up ahead. The massive mushroom of concrete glass and steel sits in it's own valley of lights.. As I drive past it I see the billboard flashing in the front. WWE 'Raw' taping live Monday night.
+""All the current big names are coming. We're going right?"" Erica asks me looking out the window.
+""Yep. Jimmy's hoping that us having the Omnni on Saturday may pull some of this crowd down there for our show."" I let my eyes find the blurred line in the road and keep me on it as my mind drifts to the show. ""I told him I doubted it but who knows... maybe.""
+""I would rather some of the WWE's people come scout our show more so than the fans. It would be a real good chance for something like that,"" she says hopefully. ""Us doing a show just five hours from them,"" she stuff the logbook back onto it's shelf. Then leans in next to my ear and breaths soft words. ""Imagine, 'Ramblin' Ricky Rhodes coming out the back onto the ramp for Raw.'
+The dream passes before my eyes as I feel her lips kissing my neck. For a brief moment I give it a serious look.
+""They could bill you as Cody's cousin maybe,"" she says settling back down into her seat.
+For that brief second it burns so bright and hot. I can hear the pyros going off, I can almost feel the heat of them. I can almost hear the crowd cheering, see the poster board signs. Then I have to shift gears and I feel it all die. Ten years wrestling the Indie circuit has that effect on all of us. We can see the top we can even jump for it. But like when you jump from the top rope the higher you go the more the crowd loves it but the harder you hit and the more it hurts.
+I've jumped before.
+O.V.W, two years ago. Tryouts for 'Impact' a year before that. Then there was the time I went out for the Tough enough competition. Figured I might could get in that way. The MIZ did it after all. Didn't make it onto the show though, they wanted nobodies not wrestlers.
+Higher you jump the harder you fall, the more it hurts when the mat slaps you to let you know the truth. You're an indie wrestler. Do your dance, make your dollar, and pray for that finger from above to touch your shoulder.
+Still this will be as close as I've ever done a show to one that the WWE is filming... maybe. Shaking my head I gear us back up and shift the big Kenworth into the middle lane. I watch the speedometer climb a bit as my anger pushes down the pedal.
+""Ricky?""
+I ease up and let the truck slow a bit.
+""I'm okay Erica. Just a bit tired of the game.""
+She lets me sit and stew for a bit knowing that the best thing to do with me. She and I have been together for three years. I met her when I was helping to set up the ring in Berwyn, Illinois for Shimmer Women's Athletics. I had hired on there knowing I couldn't work in their show but just needing money to get me somewhere else. My diesel drinking home on wheels needed a part to get it moving again. The used big truck dealer pulled what I needed from an old wreck but he was just damn all proud of his parts. I had to work for three weeks in the area, doing every little bit of crap I could find, to buy it.
+I was helping to set up the ring at the Eagles club when Erica walked in. Not a wrestler there yet just a hopeful trying to get noticed. It happens there sometimes. Beth Phoenix and Nattie Neidheart got their starts in Shimmer.
+Not for Erica though. They cut her contract about at about the time I was getting the Kenworth fixed. I called Jimmy and ask him if he had anything for a woman wrestler. He had made a joke about putting me in drag if I needed a job that badly. She went to work for him, I went to O.VW. For a few months then they let me go. Jimmy needed me so...
+""Ricky?""
+""Yeah babe?""
+""Do I get to wrestle Saturday?"" she asks softly.
+""Shit I'm sorry. Yeah, you have a match with Sandman.""
+""A real match?"" she asks with a tone that says she doesn't believe it.
+""Far as I heard, yeah a real match. Give Sandy a call and you two work it... see what you can come up with between then and now. If you two impress Jimmy maybe he will let you keep at it with us guys."" I move the rig around a slower moving big Freightliner. He gives us a wave. I tap my lights as I slip back into that lane in front of him.
+We ride quiet for several minute just the sound of the truck and the road filling the cab. Each of us a bit occupied with our own thoughts. I look over at her and see her watching the bill boards. Her face glowing and dimming with each one that passes. I smile in real pleasure at how incredibly beautiful she is and how lucky I am to have her . She looks over and see the expression. She give me a quirky grin.
+""What?""
+""You look beautiful,"" I tell her as I reach my hand over towards her. Her strong fingers link up with mine for a quick squeeze. She smiles at me then winks.
+""Flatterer, I know what you're after. You're just wanting some pussy.""
+I smile and shake my head.
+""The idea of it sounds wonderful, but I think as bad as I'm hurting right now the reality would probably suck.""
+She chuckles, lifts her breasts in each hand and gives then a shake.
+""Poor Ramblin must be getting old. He takes a few little bumps and can't give a girl satisfaction? Lord wait till I tell Wrestling news about that one,"" she moves a hand up and circles a nipple. ""I would think that seeing me get to take on one of you big strong men would have gotten you hot. Can't handle the competition...Ramblin?""
+I look over at little Miss Disaster. I wish I could pull out 'Ramblin' as easy as she can her persona. He need the cheering of a crowd to get me going.
+""Oh, I think I can handle the competition just fine, it's trying to handle you that could be dangerous.""
+Erica leans over towards me sinuously wiggling.
+""You better fucking know it, little man,"" her tongue comes out to lick at her lips.
+I try to look at her seriously but the giggle just bubbles up. I see her pout for a second then grin. Reaching over I run my finger up her throat to her chin then stop it in front of her lips. She gives it a kiss and then sits back laughing.
+""We're stopping at the Flying J right?"" she ask seeing the Pilot billboard up ahead.
+""Yes.""
+""Thank god. I need a shower. I smell like a French whore on Bastille day,"" she fans at her face. ""You need to get the air working in this thing again.""
+Moving my hand over I hit the button and roll her window down down a bit. The scent of her gets blow over to me, all perfume and musk from her sweating earlier. I must say if that's what a French whore smells like it's not bad.
+""The air works just fine. I just can't use it at night because it causes my lights to shut off. Somethings cross wired somewhere. I'll find it probably about the time it starts to get cold."" I mindlessly hit my blinker to signal for the off ramp. ""I mean I got the heater running just in time for summer after all.""
+""Yeah,"" she says with the sarcasm dripping off her lips.
+* * * *
+Pulling the door shut I drop my bag on the counter. Leaning into the mirror I get my first real look at the stitched cut on my forehead. Philip did a good clean job with the stitches. The skin looks a little bruised around the ends but not bad. I've had far worse. I let my hand drift over to the scar by my hair line. The memory of that ladder match flashes though my thoughts with a speed that I'm thankful for. That was not one of my better nights... though I must say it was one of my better matches. It's still getting hits on U-tube.
+As I start to strip off my shirt I hear a soft tap on the door behind me. When I crack it open Erica's lovely face is framed by the doorway.
+""Let me in.""
+""What are you doing?"" I ask when I close the door back behind her and she starts to strip.
+""Getting a shower.""
+""I thought your ticket was for the one across the hall?""
+""It was,"" she say as she reaches around behind her back and undoes her bra. As that bit of lace and cotton falls away my eyes go to those two lovely dark wine nipples. Their silver barbells highlighting them without taking anything away from the natural loveliness. ""I'm not trying to shower without paying I simply want you to be here when I'm naked and vulnerable.""
+My cock sits up with a ""Huh?""
+It I can ignore, the lovely tanned and toned body appearing more and more by the second in front of me I can't. Then I see the bruise.
+""Ouch,"" I say in sympathy. ""The chair?""
+Erica looks over at the mirror and turns to look at her back. There is a large purple blue area by her shoulder blade with it nearly blue black in one place.
+""Yep."" she wiggles her back a little. ""Looks worse than it feels. Just a bump. Come on get undressed I want to take my shower.""
+""And I need to be undressed for that why... Oh!""
+""Yes! I need me a big hunky back scrubber."" she steps over and wiggle her bare ass against my crotch, then looks over her shoulder at my face. ""Why do you still have clothes on?""
+I have never come out of a pair of paints that fast in my life! Male strippers would be envious of how quick I got them off and they get to use Velcro seams. My eyes watch the play of muscles across her back as she lean in and turn on the water. While she holds her hand under it I can't keep my eyes off her spectacular ass. The little curly vine tramp-stamp seems to almost grow from the two dimples to either side of her crack. Satisfied with the heat of the water she turns to look at me, her eyes dropping first to the rising lift in my cock, then slowly up to my eyes..
+""Coming?""
+""No. I'm just breathing hard,"" I say with a grin.
+""I'll have to work on that,"" she says all sultry. She steps backwards into the shower beckoning me to join her with one finger. The water rolls over her shoulder and neck and I see her almost wiggle into the water like it's a blanket. ""Oh that feels so good.""
+I give my head a shake as she runs her hands across her breast spreading the waters shine across her chest.
+""YOU... are such a fucking cock tease,"" I tell her as I step into the shower. Her hand moves quickly to curl around the length of me and pushes the skin back from the head.
+""I'm their queen, little man,"" she says leaning her breasts against my chest. ""Don't you know that by now? Little man.""
+""Does that feel little to you?"" I ask giving my hips a thrust driving myself into her fingers. She tightens then, making it almost painful but wonderful at the same time.
+""Well, it did at first but then you're still a growing boy after all.""
+Slipping my hands around her I cup her ass in both and pull her to me. Her hand leaves my cock and wraps around my waist as our lips meet. The hot water rains down as I taste the peperoni from her pizza on her lips. When her tongue fights it's way into my mouth her hand come up to seize my long hair. She pulls making he arch back my head. Her mouth moves to my chin then down my throat nibbling and kissing till she reaches my Adam's apple. Her lips enclose it and she sucks at it hard. Then she is sinking lower and lower kissing her way down my hairless chest. I let my face stay in the hot rain just enjoying every moment of sensation. Her hands dig into my thighs following lines of muscle up and down as she reaches around to my ass and pulls me forwards.
+I moan as I feel her finger's tighten and push the foreskin back from the head of my cock. Her tongue then lashes the super sensitive head. Looking down at her I see her looking up at me. She leans in and places a kiss on the head of me. I have to reach over to the metal bar and hold on for balance as she parts her kissing lips and lets just a little of me enter. Then I feel her mouth open wide and those wonderful lips ride up and over the flared head and down, her teeth catching and push the foreskin down the length of me almost painful but it's a pain I've come to love from her.
+Her hands move to the crack of my ass and pull me towards her, driving my hips into her. I feel her throat around the head of me as her nose is suddenly pushing into the shaved base. Then with a gagging sound from her she pulls back down the length of me her tongue lashing the bottom almost franticly.
+Holding onto the bar with one hand I let my other one go to the top of her head. Her blond curls wet and silky tangle between my fingers as I push her back down. She moans down the length of me till her nose touches again then she sucks hard making me moan.
+The warm water cascades down my chest washing past her face following the channels of muscles down my thighs to fall tickling to my feet. I clutch at her head as she settle in to work me with a will. I want to stop her I want to pull her up and turn her around, I want to press her into the tile wall and lift her, spreading her open with my fingers, then with my cock. I want to do all of that.
+But fuck, her mouth feels to good to make her stop!
+I can't help but to hunch myself towards her mouth trying to get even one more inch in between those silky lips. The need to cum is here now. I wish it would never end but at the same time I'm craving that end with all I've got. My fingers tighten in her hair as I feel the need building. She slips her lips from me and I look down into that beautiful face with those big dark eyes. Her lips purse in a sultry smile.
+""Are you close?"" she ask her voice husky.
+""Oh hell yes,"" I say hardly a whisper, lust taking my volume away preparing for the primal groan when I cum.
+""Good.""
+In a rush she stands up reaches past me to the little shelf and picks up one of the paper wrapped ovals of soap. As I stand there blinking she tears the wrapper and drops the soap into her hand. Not believing what I'm seeing I watch her begin to lather up her hands. When she looks up at me she smiles at the growing look on my face.
+""See I told you I was their queen.""
+My jaw hanging open I watch her start to wash under her arms then her breasts. Seeing the look on my face she just smiles sweetly and keeps bathing.
+Unfucking believable.
+""I am so going to fuck you silly when we get to the truck,"" I say shaking my head. I lean out and grab the other bar of soap.
+""Oh promises promises,"" she turns under the water and pushes her wet ass back against my cock. ""Wash my back for me please.""
+The desire to split those cheeks and drive myself into the hot as hell cunt that I know is hidden there is almost over powering. I can see from the look on her half turned face that she is expecting it to happen any second now. Wanting it to happen even but teasing me with her body at the same time.
+Okay...two can play that game. I start to gently wash her back letting my hands work their way around the areas that are bruised. I soon have her moaning and leaning forward against the tile her hands pressed flat to keep her nipples from touching. But I do no more than that. As I wash her I can see the disappointed frustration building. I know from past experience that when we get to the truck she will be all but ready to attack me with her needs.  
+Oh yes this is going to be a good night.
+* * * *
+We hurry towards the truck even as the first big drops of rain comes splattering down around us. She's squealing and running by the time she gets to the door. Grinning I grab the handle and pull myself into the truck behind her. A huge bolt of lightning splits the sky in the distance, moments latter the rumble tells that it wasn't as far away as I thought.
+Moving between the seats into the sleeper I sit down on my bed and start pulling off my shoes.
+""Are we going to drive on tonight?"" she asks looking up through one of the overhead windows at the sudden diluvian flood that's coming down.
+""Hell no. Slick roads, then trying to get this rig backed in down at the Omnni? In this? Fuck that,"" I pull off my shoe and toss it towards the front.
+She grins, her hands grab the bottom of her shirt and she pulls it over he head.
+""No. Fuck me.""
+Laughing I catch her as she plows into me driving us into the bed, her on top of me. My hands move around to the soft skin of her lower back. Moving them up her spine I feel her lips wince as I touch the bruised area. I move my hands back down to her ass instead.
+Erica sits up then straddling my lap and runs her hands under my shirt and across my chest. Then her fingers move down rising and falling across my abbs tracing every muscle. I love the smile that comes to her lips.
+""Damn, I've be got me a sexy man,"" she says in a near whisper.
+Sitting up I lean into her and she crosses her feet behind me. Then her arms are behind my head pulling me in tight to her mouth. Our lips go to work against each other in what at first is a slow kiss then with ever growing intensity it builds in fury. Her mouth parts and our tongues meet then I'm leaning back and turning us over. She rolls under me till I find myself sitting up between her open thighs looking down at her. As I look she unhooks her bra and slips it off. I pull my shirt over my head and tosses it towards my shoes. I'm about to lean back down when there is a tap on the side of the sleeper door.
+Erica pulls the sheet over her chest and I lean forwards past her to undo the latch.
+Standing in the rain holding an umbrella giving little cringes at the pops of lightning is a girl. I notice a hungry look to her eyes as she glances into the sleeper.
+""Would y'all like some company?"" she asks her hand fingering the top button on her shirt.
+Glancing down to Erica I see her shaking her head slightly.
+""Nope. Sorry darlin but the sleeper is already crowded with two."" I grin at her and start to pull the hatch closed .
+""You sure? I don't take up much room.""
+The temptation to have two women at once is there but I shake my head no. She gives a little shrug and wanders off towards the next rig. I close back the hatch on the rain.
+""Lot lizards."" she says with a chuckle. ""I am so glad you told me about them,"" Erica shaking her head start wiggling her panties down off her hips.
+Grinning I lean down till I'm just above her face..
+""Why? Were you tempted?""
+""She was cute,"" she says with a shrug. ""I just don't want to feel like I need to go take another shower.""
+""The poor thing. She's wandering around out there in the rain,"" I say with a grin even as I settle myself in on Erica. ""Cold, hungry, having to sell herself for money to truckers. The cold callous worlds turned it's eyes from her and now we sent her out into the stormy night.""
+Erica gives me a look.
+""You just want to fuck two girls at once.""
+I shrug.
+""Call it a personal fantasy. Besides like you said she's cute.""
+""Well, I tell you what. If you can survive me you can have her for desert."" Erica grabs my head and pushes my mouth down to her bare breast. ""Now get to work with that mouth, little man, you owe me for a blowjob already.""
+""Yes ma'am.""
+Sucking a hard nipple I cup her breast even as I hook my teeth under her barbell and pull as much of her breast into my mouth as I can. I fumble with the button and zipper to her shorts even as she is pushing me down towards her belly.
+""Lets see what you can do down there... Ladies Dream."" licking my way down the ripples of her abbs I grin at her using the nickname Jimmy hung on me a few years ago. I don't really try to use it but it still follows me. ""The Southern Submission Specialist, huh? Lets see you make me tap out.""
+I bury my face and nose into the fluffy landing strip of hair then follow it down nibbling As I feel her lips part I stop and lift my head against her strength to look up at her.
+""I smell sex and candy,"" I tell her with a wicked grin. Her theme song entrance music has been a running joke of mine for the whole time we have been together.
+""Shut up and eat,"" she drives my face back down and I let my tongue bury itself into her.
+I was only half joking about candy. While there is a deep scent to her that makes my nose flare there is also the smell of her vanilla sugar perfume and body lotion. I taste a bit of it as I lash her outer lips out the way and open her up with my nose and lips. Then all I taste is her. That wonderful silky feeling skin gives me all the flavors of her cunt that I could want and then some. My hands snake under her to lift her by her ass letting me bury my face in her. She lifts herself then to try and drive me even deeper. I love the sounds that start to come from her. Glancing up I see she is pinching her nipples hard, twisting them, making the piercings move back and forth.
+Her hand fishes back down and grabs my hair. I wince when I feel a fingernail brush across my stitches. Then I give them no mind as I hunt for and find her clit. The little nub swells under my mouth till I'm sucking it like one of her lolly pops. The hood moves against my lips as my tongue circles it.
+Her fingers clench in my long hair pulling me head this way and that directing my mouth from one point of pleasure to the next . Then she is pushing lower. I know what she wants me to do and I have no problem doing it. My tongue drops down through her wet lips across the little bridge of skin till I find and circle that wrinkles ring to her squealing delight. The vanilla sugar smell floods my nose even as the lotion taste wants to numb my tongue. Lifting back up I plow my tongue into her cunt as far as I can drive it seeking then finding those deeper flavors. She hunches her hips into my face with a power that smashes my nose. Her hands clutch my head as she lifts her leg over my shoulder.
+I feel her body shifting then. I wonder what she is doing till I feel her calf, hard with muscle but soft as well, against the back of my head. She pulls me in with her leg. A power I could not resisted even if I wanted to. Which I don't. Then I find that I can hardly breath I'm being ground against her pussy so hard. Her wet lips are smashed into my mouth and I'm fighting to find any single place to lick. Then her clit pushes past my nose and I catch it between my teeth. I latch onto it and suck as hard as I can at the little nub.
+""Oh my god!"" she screams her head thrown back.
+The storm outside answers her cry with a huge bolt of lightning that crisscrosses the sky over head and shakes the truck with it's thunder. Her second cry, as I feel her legs tighten though, is loud enough to I think even humble the storm. If my ears weren't covered by her thighs I would be in pain from it.
+""Oh Ricky yes!"" her hands pulling at my head I know she's pulled hair from my head even as I struggle to breath against the wet folds of skin. Then her leg goes slack against the back of my head.
+My turn.
+Moving quickly I reach down and unsnap my shorts. The relief I feel as my cock is released from it's denim prison is nearly enough to make me cum. I had not noticed just how painful hard and compressed against my shorts I had been till that moment. Moving up her body I lift her thighs rolling her up as I move. I hear only a moments protest as her knees come to rest on my shoulders, then I'm slipping into her and the only sound I hear is a deep throaty moan. I run the full length of me into her extremely wet cunt in one hammering hard push.
+Her nails rake at my arms even as I rock her up onto the small of her back with my second thrust.
+Grunt groan, grunt groan, pushing and pulling we wrestle together against each others needs. Her body moving to satisfy her wants, me trying to move her back to my desire. The power of our two athletic bodies has to find some compromise and it's week flesh that bears the brunt of that. I know I'm leaving bruises on her shoulders I'm gripping her so tightly but she is at the same time pulling me down with dug in nails.
+Then, even as I feel the need to cum start to build, we ease up. Grips loosen and I let her legs slip to my side. I settle my weight down onto my elbows, resting, savoring her warmth. Our lips meet against for kisses that are filled with passion but breathless. She is looking up at my face as I feel the muscles clinching to give me release.
+""Cum for me lover,"" she says in a soft whispers next to my ear.
+Happily. With a guttural groan I push as far into her as I can, my body shaking. I feel her hands softly caressing the scratches on my back even as I feel pulse after pulse of cum jump from the end of my cock into her. She moves her thighs along my hips rocking up to meet each of these little thrusts. Giving more of herself to me each time for my pleasure.
+Slowly catching my breath in gasps I lift myself up and look down at her. She smiles.
+""Two out of three falls?""she asks teasingly.
+Chuckling slightly I shake my head.
+""This is going to be a one hour iron man match,"" leaning in I kiss her softly. ""No holds bared, no disqualifications.""
+""Oh really? I don't remember signing up for a match like that,"" she wiggles under me then smiles. ""I might have to resort to outside interference.""
+""What do you mean?"" I ask after a second not understanding. Then I hear the tap on the hatch. Looking up through the window curtain I see our lot lizard is back.
+""Triple threat match?"" asks Erica under me. Looking down I see the grin. ""Or are you afraid you'll lose the title?""
+Shaking my head I reach over and open the door. The little hooker's blond hair is plastered to her head now. Her eyes open wide seeing us both naked and me on top of Erica. She grins though when I gesture for her to come on in.
+""HI. I'm Sherry,"" she says as she climbs in and we move a bit to make room for her. I slip out of Erica and sit up my cock hanging all limp and wet. She looks down at me and smirks. ""Looks like you're done for a bit.""
+Erica sits up her hand going to the back of Sherry's head, those strong fingers getting a handful of wet blond hair. I love the 'squeak' the girl makes.
+""He is for now, but you're here for me,"" she lays back dragging Sherry with her. As I watch the blonds face is pulling down into the sopping wet cunt I just filled to the top with my cum. ""Get to work here till he's hard again.""
+I hear a slightly surprised protest from the girl as her face is pushed between Erica's wet lips but then she seem to relax and start licking.
+My eyes locked with Erica's I reach up and rub at my left arm. The pulled muscle giving it's normal ache. She smiles and leans back into the pillows with her evil school girl look now fully in place. When I lift my hand to my stitches I notice a slight pinking to my fingers but decide I'm good. As I absently run a hand over Sherry's hot pants covered ass I feel myself already hardening. Small pains get forgotten as that happens.
+A wrestler knows how to take a bump and still get the job done.
+Reaching over to our cooler I pull out a beer, pop the top, take a long drink, and then hand it to Erica's to finish. Grabbing out a second one for myself I start hunting through my junk shelf for the pack of condoms I know are there.
+""Yep going to be a good night."" I mumble to myself as I find them.
+* * * *
+Lifting the thick steel beam I move it to the narrow notch and slide it in. I then use my hand as a hammer to drive it into the tightest possible connection. That done I go to grab the next one and do the same thing again. When the last side bracket drops in hard I drop under the ring and catch the coil of cable tossed to me from the other side. Above me wood boards are being run across the ring, layed side by side like a deck.
+As I'm hooking up the D rings to the ring posts I see Erica and two guys from the Omnni arena staff carrying in the rolls of carpet padding. A little flirting from her and she has had them working like slaves for half the afternoon. Behind them walks a third guy his arms full of the folded up canvas. His eyes are glued to Erica's ass. The blue jean cut offs she's wearing are almost a thong there is so little left to them. Chuckling I go back to work under the ring.
+Working with Jose my ring man, sometimes Luchador, we get the two cables strung from one side of the ring to the other. I'm just starting to ratchet the come-a-long on the last one when my phone goes off.
+""I hear voices in my head, they counsel me, they understand... they talk to me. You got your rules, your religion..,""plays my ring tone.
+""Yeah?"" I ask cradling the phone between my jaw and shoulder. I try to continue to work the come-a-long. When I hear who it is I stop and shift the phone so I can hear better. ""Hey Jimmy, what's up?""
+""Hey Ricky. I was just touching base with you to see how it's going. Did you get the ring fixed?""
+Sitting up I narrowly miss hitting my head. I signal Jose I'll be just a minute. Pointing at my chest I mimic taking a sip of water. He nods and goes, I hope, to get me a bottle of water.
+""It's going okay. Yeah the rings fixed. I had to use a car jack to bend the metal back into place but I got it. If we get a bit of extra cash at some point though having a machine shop cut that piece out and weld back in a new one would be a good idea, but for now it's okay. We are about three quarters done with the ring and half unloaded.""
+""Sounds good... sounds great in fact,"" I can hear Jimmy moving something around. ""Look, I wanted to let you know I got something special lined up for you. I had planned on having you and Sandy do a rematch from the other night but since I set up that match between him and Erica I've been hunting around for something for you. I made a call to an old friend of mine from years ago. I've got him say... ninety present committed to coming. Ricky how would you like to have a match with Bob Holly?""
+""Bob Holly? Wait, Hardcore Holly?"" I ask stunned.
+""Yep. I talked to him last night. He's been doing little one offs with several of the indie shows. I ask him If he could come work with us for a night. He said sure but to let him check his calender. Bob's like that . He almost never fully commits, but I believe he'll be there. So Yeah, you're going to main event the show with Hardcore. Sound good?""
+""Jimmy that sounds awesome!""
+""Awesome? What are you the Miz?"" I can hear him laughing. ""Look I'll be rolling in there tomorrow morning. Keep everyone in line till I get there if you would. I don't need a bunch of partied out guys on what's maybe the biggest show we do for the year.""
+""I'll keep it together, I can't promise anything about the partying. With the news you just gave me I kind of want to do some myself,"" seeing a set of very shapely ankles next to the side of me I reach out and grab Erica's foot. ""Talk at you later.""
+Flipping the phone I lean out and look up at a very pissed off Miss Disaster.
+""Don't fucking grab me like that! You just put my heart in my throat!"" She sees my face and gives me a look. ""What're you grinning at?""
+""I'm wrestling Hardcore Holly tomorrow night.""
+* * * *
+The higher you climb the more the crowd cheers but the harder you hit and the more it hurts. By now you would think I should have learned that little fact.
+Sitting in the backstage area I can hear the muted roar of the audience. The biggest crowd we've had in the last two years. Everyone is ecstatic. The percentages should be very good with this kind of draw.
+For everyone that's wrestling that is.
+I look down to the empty water bottle I'm absently tapping against my knuckles.
+""Man you can just feel the crowd tonight!"" I hear Mountain say as he's walking towards the curtain.
+""My god the energy level out there. I think I saw Chris Jericho in the audience earlier. How cool is that."" says DT when he came back from the ring drenched in sweat.
+I sit quiet to keep from cussing. I want to cuss to keep from crying.
+""I'm sorry Ricky you know I tried."" Jimmy told me not long before the gates opened. ""He just said that he had another obligation. I told him he owes me one so maybe I can get him to come back on another night soon. When he does you're guaranteed that match.""
+My mind is awhirl with dark suspicious thoughts, my stomach is rolling with bitter bile. It comes spilling out in half whispered mutters.
+""Sorry Ricky I just don't have a match for you tonight."" I say in a good mimicry of Jimmy. ""I'll still pay you for the set up you know that right?""
+I look up at Rocco as he comes walking in counting a handful of cash.
+""""Hey Ramblin you should go see if you could maybe sell a few shirts. Just as soon as my match was over mine started selling like hotcakes.""
+He doesn't say it to hurt. I know that. I know he really meant to just give me some good advice. But it's the broken shoe lace on the top of a perfect night of misery.
+Getting up I walk out the side door into the drizzle. The cool rain a welcome from the heat of the last two days. The long hours of bringing in first the ring, in all it's dozens of pieces, then the barricades for around it. The entrance ramp, curtain, the tons of lighting all the speaker equipment. It's just so...
+Mindlessly I walk over to where my truck is parked. The rain has it looking all shiny blue and chrome. It's almost like a cruel joke being played on the old truck. It gets to look new fro a few hours, then the reality of road worn tires, dull chrome, and faded paint will return.
+Unable to bare looking at it I tilt my face back and look up, letting the rain wash the tears I couldn't let show inside down off my face.
+""Ricky!""
+I look over my shoulder as Erica comes running out the side door screaming my name. She crosses the lot at a run and leaps into my arms. I just do catch her, her added weight almost sends us in a tumble but I shift a foot and catch myself just in time. Her lips slam into mine with a tooth loosing force. Her mouth tastes of sweat, sugar, sex, and spice.
+""Did you hear, did you hear?"" her words almost tumble over themselves.
+I have to smile.
+""No, whats up?"" I ask my hands holding her under her hips, fingers full of her ass under the school girl skirt. She's still sweaty from the ring, her hair hanging lank. The rain grows heavier and her hair starts to sink then hang.
+""There was a Ring of Honor scout here tonight! They want me to come do a try out for their Women of Honor division.""
+And the other shoe lace breaks.
+""That's...that's great."" I sit her down and leaning in give her a kiss. ""When do you leave?""
+She grimaces.
+""Tomorrow morning. I'm sorry we were going to go see the Raw's show Monday."" she smiles. ""I'll make it up to you though, I'll get you tickets to come see me wrestle for ROH.""
+I'm all out of shoelaces.
+""Have you seen Jimmy?"" I ask softly not trusting my vocie.
+""Yeah, he's in the back counting ticket sales. Did you see my match with Sandy? I'm sorry I missed your I got busy with some fans.""
+""I'll tell you about it later, Hun. See you in a bit.""
+Leaving Erica in the rain I walk back inside and head around to where the Omnni turned over a room for Jimmy to use as an office. I see him standing by the open door to it talking to Billy Walshashy, The Professor Red Neckus. Jimmy says something to him then retreats back into the room. Billy shrugs to himself then he gives me a wave as he turns.  
+""Hey Ricky.""
+""Bill.""
+""Did you see my match?""
+I walk past my long time friend without a word and catch the door to Jimmy's office. I step inside and pull it closed behind me in the 'Professors' face.
+""Jimmy. Tell me... did you know? About the RoH scout?""
+""No. I heard there was one here just a bit ago though,"" he gets out the pay box. ""While you're here let me get you paid. That will be one less thing on my mind to try and remember. Let's see I owe you one seventy five... plus fuel cost for your truck."" he hands me the money then looks down as he closes the lock box. ""You're driving the trailer back to...""
+""Jimmy, I'm not fucking hauling your trailer anywhere! Not one fucking foot,"" my fingers crumple the bills in my hands. ""How many matches have there been since you heard there was a scout here? Four, five? You couldn't have gotten me into one of them somehow?""
+""Ricky I...""
+""I don't want to hear it Jimmy. I've heard it far to many times already."" I turn to go catching the door and slamming it open hard. I see a few of the others standing outside. They scatter out my way.
+""Ricky!"" Jimmy's voice follows me out into the hall. ""Ricky, wait!""
+""Wait for what Jimmy?"" turning I look down the tunnel of wrestlers to the balding man. ""Wait for what? Till I'm forty and ready to retire? Wait till that Finger of God himself bends down here to touch my shoulder? You know Jimmy... this is horse shit!"" I turn to walk off then spin back around. ""I've hauled this whole damn show around for the last year and a half, shit hole to shit hole! I've set up and torn down night after night and for what? The first damn time we have a big show I don't get time in the ring?""
+""I tried Ricky! You know that! I mean damn it I had you set up for the main event.""
+""Set up? That's a good word for it Jimmy. Carrot and the fucking stick. YOU FUCKING PLAYED ME!"" I take a step towards him and feel two guys hands come to rest on my arms. I look to them then back at Jimmy. ""I'm sick of your... Vince McMahon, WWE want-to-be fucking crap, Jimmy. This is the type of shit he would pull with his people.""
+Shaking my head I turn to walk away.
+""I DON""T WANT TO BE WWE!""
+I stop and look back at Jimmy.
+""Never have,"" he tells me with a disgusted look. ""I would rather be ECW any day of the week.""
+I hear a few mummers of ""right on"". My smoldering eyes are locked on Jimmy and his on me. I can see he's angry now as well.
+Well... good!
+""ECW huh? Bankrupt and bought out... well you're half way there already."" I spin to leave again this time with no intention of turning back around. I see Erica's standing by on the water fountains up ahead her mouth an open 'O' of surprise.
+""Ricky... RICKY!""
+I stop but don't turn back.
+""What Jimmy?""
+""I didn't play you. I swear."" I can hear the honesty sincerity in his voice but at the moment I just don't fucking care. I tell him so.
+""Two words, five letters. I Quit.""
+* * * *
+Ever tried to parallel park a diesel truck? Don't.
+The money from scalping the extra ticket in my hand I make my way through the huge crowd. My eyes get quickly pulled to the beautiful souvenir belts hanging behind the perfectly stacked piles of t-shirts. I look at the credit cards being swiped, the money being handed over. Part of me want to buy one of those beautiful belts but I realize even as the desire hits me I don't want to buy one.
+I want to earn it. I want the change to earn it. That's all I want. I want that change so badly it hurts.
+Leaving the expensive souvenirs behind I head into the packed arena.
+As I'm finding my seat I don't even know why I came tonight. Right at this moment wrestling and me are not on good terms. I could have sold the other ticket I had. That money would have been a lot more use to me than the memories of being here alone will.
+The house lights dim then turn green.
+""TIME TO PLAY THE GAME!""
+Depression forgotten I come to my feet to try and see Triple H as he walks out the back and down to the ring. He's in a business suit now. The days of him spitting bottled water are said to be over. I grin thinking that I wish I could get someone to bet me money on that one.
+As he gives his promo I come to realize something. I'm not here alone. I'm surrounded by people that, while I don't know their names, I know them. I know them because they are just like me. Hooked on this crazy messed up, made up, scripted to death, pipe dream that is professional wrestling.
+Of course Triple H is interrupted. And of course the wrestler that interrupted him gets also interrupted.
+By the time the first match starts, a simple mid-card match but what I wouldn't give to be down there, I'm starting to feel that... well that 'something' that took a hold of me when I was just a kid. Memories come then of watching old Gordon Solis, and 'Mean' Gene calling a match between the Road Warriors and whoever they were feuding with that week.
+Memories of my dad, pulling in his truck late on Saturday morning. Us all piling into the family car and heading down to the old Boutwell Auditorium to watch 'Bullet' Bob and 'WildFire' Tommy Rich. Cheering the 'heels' sometime more than the 'faces'. Dad loved the bad guys.
+Hell so do I, come to think about it. So why am I a baby face?
+Because dad wanted me to be.
+Suddenly missing him all over again I swallow the lump in my throat and let my eyes wander to the signs people are holding up around me. Taking in the crowd. All the people that have ever watched me wrestle wouldn't fill this one arena. The years of my life that I have spent in the ring and for what? I have all the same pains that those two down there have, all the same scars, but not the fame. I look down at the squared circle, the ring, the 'Golden Ring' in fact for every indie wrestler. The big time.
+The big time?
+I watch match after match with a sense of disappointment slowly growing. The huge spectacle of it all is impressive as hell, but the words of my trainers keep coming back to me, over and over, as I watch. It's not about bombast, it's about controlling the crowd. If a wrestler can read the crowd he doesn't even need to have music. Just walk out the curtain at the right time and you own them. None of these guys seem to have that. I can 'hear' the hand of a writers in every word they say. See it in every 'blow' they land. Watch it in every bump they take.
+Then it happens.
+The pyros go off, the lights dim, the bells ring. As blue lights and fog start to roll down the ramp I stand and cheer with all the others. I can't help it. I do this for a living and I'm just as pumped up by a man in a long black coat as all the rest. I watch his slow walk to the ring. I've see it in person twice now, and both times I've gotten chills. I rub at my arms to settles the goose bumps as he mounts the stairs holding his jacket out the way.
+The Undertaker.
+What a name. The Dead Man, hell even his nickname beats mine. I watch the lights come back up at his command. He takes the mic and talks. That's all. He didn't come here to wrestle tonight, just to talk. Yet the whole focus of the arena is on him, on this one man. A wrestler.
+A wrestler... like me.
+I feel myself shy away from even the thought that I just compared myself to 'The Phenom' and yet... why not. I mean sure I don't have his size and build but I'm quick in the ring. Hell quicker than he was ,even at his best. A feeling that I'm blaspheming comes over me then. I have to chuckle as I realize just how strong they have sold this one gimmick. Even I, who know how the whole trick works, still gets sucked into it.
+I watch him leaving in that same stately march up the ramp. His back turned, he looks over his shoulder and raises his arm in salute.
+The crowd goes insane.
+He can read the crowd.
+Watching the rest of the event, even cheering it at times, I come to realize that my heart isn't in it any more. I getup and leave well before the last match. I don't have to watch it to know who was going to win.
+The long walk back to where I parked the truck passes in seconds to me, my mind tumbling things over and over in my head. I'm fishing my keys out my pocket when I see that the interior lights are on in the cab. Then I'm looking for a weapon, anything to use to beat the head in of whoever is in my truck. When the door opens and I see Erica hop out I stop. Just standing there in the middle of the street.
+""What are you do...?"" I start to ask.
+""I told them to keep me in mind, but no thanks for right now,"" she says with a shrug. ""I've got a sick friend I have to nurse back to heath.""
+I slowly smile as she takes out a sucker and unwraps it. When she pops it in her mouth and smiles I start to shake my head.
+""Are you crazy? That could have been your big shot.""
+Erica, walks over to me slowly and slides into my arms.
+""I've been there before, maybe it's not what I'm wanting,"" she leans her head into my chest a bit more. ""I got to thinking about how miserable I was when I was working with Shimmer. Constantly trying to get noticed. I've had more fun in the last year than I can remember in my whole time in the ring. You know why?""
+I have to shake my head.
+""Because of you,""she looks up at me and smiles. ""What's the fun of doing something spectacularly sexy if you don't have someone to be showing off for.""
+Leaning in I find her lips in the growing dark, I have to stop and pull her sucker out the way, and then kiss her candy tasting mouth. She runs her hand up my back and spine her fingers under my shirt.
+A car pull up right behind us.
+""Hey you twos...get a room already."" says a heavily accented voice from behind us. Looking over my shoulder I hear Erica gasp. ""I've got turned around, which way to the airport?""
+""That way, up the ramp and about four miles."" I tell Santino Marella. ""Stay to your right you'll see the signs.""
+He gives me a stiff hand salute and turns the wheel drastically. I watch him almost careening off a lamp post then he shoots up the on ramp.
+""I thought all that was just a ring persona he used?"" asks Erica leaning into me.
+""Some people just don't know when to stop, I guess.""
+""Do you?"" she asks me grinning. ""I think he had a good idea. I turned down the sheets and got the AC running.""
+Smiling down at my little Miss Disaster I tuck her into my hip and walk towards my truck. I grin thinking that if he was still around my dad would kill me if he knew what I have done in his old sleeper.
+And what I'm about to do again.
+* * * *
+My lovely lady is soft and warm against me tonight. No need to rush, no need to hurry, no lot lizard wanting to do contortion requiring positions. Just her and me in the warm dark of the truck sleeper. The bed isn't really meant for two people but most of the time its more than wide enough.
+A long slow thrust into her gives me all the pleasure I could stand, in this life. Then when I pull back I feel it almost double. She doesn't let me go far, catching me pulling me back down into her. Long slow strokes that take almost all the breath from us both as we pant together.
+""Ricky?""
+Somehow I find the air to speak.
+""Yeah?"" I say in a half gasp.
+""Do something for me please,"" she reaches up to slick my hair back behind my ear. Her eyes are slowly moving across my face. ""Be happy.""
+I chuckle.
+""I don't think I could be happier at this moment if I tried."" I give her a harder thrust that makes her moan. She brings her hand to my chest and makes me stop.
+""Not what I mean.""
+""Then what do you mean?"" I ask holding myself just inside her, my weight on my elbows. My body is laying cushioned down the length of her.
+""I want you to be happy... or maybe satisfied would be closer to what I mean. Hush."" her finger closes my mouth before I can speak. ""Not that kind, you're going to get that kind all night.""
+""Then what?""
+""With us, with this, with the life we have been living. I... I think I'm good with this.""
+I look down in her face wishing for more light to see it's beauty. The nearby street light is casting only a bit of dim light through the top windows.
+""Living in a truck, wrestling for change, watching the big time slip further and further away every year. You're happy with that?"" I try not to add tone too it but it's there.
+""Happy... not always. Satisfied, yes. I love you. I love this life. Hell I even love this old truck with it's squeaky bed and half working AC. Let me finish,""she says when I go to speak.
+I nod.
+""Yeah, I want more. I want the big house, my name in the wrestling magazines. I want to turn on the TV and see myself wrestling the other Divas. But till then, till that happens. This will do. So long as you are here,"" she smiles and gives a thrust back up the length of me. I moan then smile at her grinning face. ""The question is though can you be happy, with this?""
+I think but a moment. I don't need more, I came to this answer watching the Undertaker.
+""Yes. I can be. I want more though at the same time. I want to be the best I can be at whatever level I'm working. If it's indie level that's fine, if it's the big time that's fine, but I'm going to be the best there is.""
+Erica smiles but I see Miss Disaster grin.
+""The best there was!' she drives herself back up on me. ""The best there is,"" again her hot body grips me tight as she pulls down till just the head is in her. ""the best there ever will be?""
+I thrust into her as hard as I can drive my cock and feel it bottom out in her. She gives a moan that is half pain but all pleasure.
+""Bret Hart wore pink tights and had a manager called 'The Mouth,"" I tell her ginning. ""I'm going to be the best there is at what I do,"" catching her to me I start to thrust harder and harder into her. She moans but then she pulls me tight to her and nibbles by my ear.
+""I'm the best there is at what I do? Who do you think you are, Wolverine?"" she asks giggling.
+""Would you shut up and fuck!"" I tell her with a shake of my head.
+""Mmmm... yes sir. Now I like that kind of talk from my big, strong, wrestler man."" she starts to wiggle her ass under me.
+With a snort I give up on sex for this moment and decide that tickling her till she's out of breath sounds like more fun.
+* * * *
+""Hey Jimmy.""
+The balding promoter looks up from his balance sheet to me standing there, his face shows he's totally shocked.
+""Ricky? Hey. Did you come to see the show?"" he asks after a moment of awkward silence.
+""I ... I ah... I want to apologize Jimmy. I was having a bad night."" I look over and pull in the second seat in the room. The subway tile walls and urine smell has been only marginally improved by the multiple Glade plug-ins Jimmy has put around the room. ""I'm sorry Jimmy, for what I said.""
+Jimmy sits back a bit then turns his paperwork over. A clear sign, to those that know him, that this isn't a business conversation but personal.
+""I'm sorry too Rick. I made you a promise, a verbal contract for a big match then I didn't deliver on it. I'm not mad at you for thinking I was playing you either. I got to looking at how much I've been depending on you for the last year or so. I saw that I've been kind of taking you for granted,"" he sighs. ""I didn't realize just how much I've come to depend on your help and that big truck of yours to get my little dog and pony show where it's suppose to be."" He looks down at his 'desk' for a second then back up at me. ""Are you working?""
+I give my head a shake. I know that a call to Mom could maybe get me on with dad's old trucking company but I have no want for that life.
+""How about this then I'm up to my double chin with all this paperwork, nothings getting done that needs to be done. Not really anyway. I had been thinking for a while about getting me a partner, but I kind of put that to the back burner because... well lately things had been running smoother. I didn't realize till you left that was mostly because of you. How about we make it legit?""
+""What do you mean?"" I ask not sure what he's saying, but then that's been a common theme with me and Jimmy when ever he starts talking business.
+Jimmy picks up a blank piece of paper from his desk and starts to write. Then he signs it and hands it to me with the pen.
+My eyes take in his almost effeminate scrawl.
+""Thirty percent of the company?"" I ask stunned. ""Really?""
+""Yep. You sign it, we'll get it notarized and then we can sit down and figure out just what your thirty percent means,"" he grins at me. ""At the moment it means a lot of heartache and hassle to scratch out a living. But..."" he holds out his hand to me. ""I would like to have your help, if you're willing.""
+When I reach out my hand to him I know the years of work I'm agreeing too. The struggle to get guys payed, the hassle of getting shows booked. I would have to be mad to want to agree to something like this.
+As I shake his hand I'm grinning.
+""I've got some ideas.""
+He smiles and turns back over the balance sheet.
+""Do you?"" he asks as he start to write.
+""Yeah, I was thinking about a Women's division. I also think we need belts.""
+""Belts? That's for the big time boys.""
+""Yeah... that's why I think we will be needing them soon."" I smile at his raised eyebrows. ""Now about the women wrestlers, I know just where to start. We need..."""
+67,F2: Virtuoso,damppanties,Chain Stories,2013-08-07,2013-08-07,2022-01-08 03:48:17,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f2-virtuoso,Experience is the greatest teacher.,"['Asian Woman', 'Chinese', 'Fawc', 'Interracial', 'Music', 'Mystery Basket', 'Romance', 'White Man']",4.64,"**FAWC 2: Virtuoso**
+ _(Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered around a random determination of four ""mystery ingredients."" There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.)_
+(The mystery ingredients for this story were Humility, Phrase, Energetic, and Color.)
+* * * *
+Everybody hates a prodigy. Or at least, no one really wants to be friends with one. The only two emotions that a gifted child evokes within his or her peers are unbridled jealousy or extreme awe. These children are from another world entirely, one where their fortunes have been touched by God.
+Lei Qian was a prodigy. At age five, she had given her first classical violin solo performance. At age nine, she had been accepted to Juilliard. She released her debut album when she was just eleven, topping the Billboard classical albums chart. Now at nineteen, she had a number of notable awards under her belt, played with the top orchestras and musicians in the world, and gave more than a hundred performances around the world each year.
+Her entire life had been spent with a violin for company.
+Because of her many engagements, she had been homeschooled. The other music kids that she learned with couldn't look past her extraordinary and frequent accomplishments to be her friends. Her brilliance was so far removed from the gifted children and even adults that she played with that none could look beyond it. She had been the star among prodigies. Fortunate, and alone.
+She spent most of her time with her parents. Her father was her manager and her mother saw to the day-to-day little details of her professional life. The traditional Chinese culture she had inherited from her immigrant parents had simply never made her question the arrangement. However, lately she had begun to wonder if she could come out of the persona she had become and be just a girl.
+Normally, she bore the fame and fortune well enough. After all, as her mother said, her talent was a gift and she had the responsibility to herself and the world to perfect it. But sometimes, just sometimes, she wished she'd had a normal childhood - with friends and sleepovers and trips to Disneyworld. She'd had none of that.
+And a boyfriend. She'd never had one of those either. Sure she had fumbled around with boys and lost her virginity in the disastrous search for one, but it had never worked out beyond those first few dates. They could never look past who she was.
+All that changed the year she turned twenty.
+* * * *
+Lei emerged from the dressing room in a white dress that gently swirled around her calves. This was paired with white strappy heels and accompanied by a single white peony in her hair. The only touch of color, or non-color, was the black sash that tied into a bow at her waist, matching her striking black hair and eyes.
+Her mother looked her up and down once, then smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. ""You look lovely.""
+""Thanks, Mama."" Lei adjusted the skirt a bit and smoothed her hand down the front. She looked the same as she had in every other concert she had given.
+She always wore white for her solo performances. The trademark color and her name had earned her the nickname 'White Flower' in the review sections of newspapers and magazines. It suited her; not just her sense of dress and style, but her entire personality. She didn't know whether it was a case of her growing into the name or the name growing on her, but now she had become the personification of grace and beauty that the entire image evoked.
+Lei walked around the backstage area and entered the empty hall as she always did before a performance, and like always, Carnegie Hall took her breath away. The colossal view of the multiple balconies dwarfed her, at the same time enclosing her in an embrace that spoke volumes with its hushed silence. The beautiful moldings and plush velvet seats spoke of the grandeur of music that demanded respect from artists and audience alike.
+Bowing her head and closing her eyes, Lei gave the hall its due. She stood silently for long minutes, feeling the space flow into her body, then opened her eyes and took in each detail. The muted gold and burgundy, the pinpoints of lights shining down on her, the pools of light under each floor and the high arch of the ceiling.
+These moments before a performance were her meditation, her way of minimizing distraction. After the ritual, she went back to her dressing room and spent the last few minutes concentrating on the program for the evening.
+As the appointed time approached, she got deeper and deeper into the mind- space that amplified each noise she heard, made her acutely aware of each separate muscle in her hands and back, and slowed time to a crawl that would slow still further and inch forward - until she entered the actual performance, and then she wouldn't be aware of anything but the music flowing around her and in her head, the weight of the bow across the strings, the smooth wood of her instrument and the soft blackness behind her closed eyes.
+The entire time on stage felt like an otherworldly experience. It couldn't be explained in words. She had tried many times, in interviews or with her parents, but had never been able to describe how time both flew and slowed down, how her body was both strung to its highest tension and utterly relaxed, how she could never really remember the notes she played or the way her body moved. It was a space devoid of all thought; it was merely the physicality of the score that her body remembered, the rhythms that were burned into her unconscious and the movements that she just knew to make to produce what she did. It was like attempting to explain the timeless fluidity of a flowing river. There just were no words.
+Lei came out of the spell only when the applause started. The next half hour was bows and smiles and acknowledging what seemed like hundreds of people who wanted to congratulate her. The concert had been a success.
+After thanking her well-wishers and fans, she withdrew into herself as soon as she got into the car on the drive back home. After a performance, her whole body ached as she wound down from the high and she felt as exhausted as her entire life's energy had drained out of her. Her parents knew not to address her as she fell asleep in the back seat on the long drive to her apartment.
+* * * *
+The next day, her parents came in to take her to the airport for the three- month long recital tours she would hold across Europe. Her parents were accompanying her as she did to almost all her engagements.
+""Ready for London?"" her father asked.
+Lei nodded. The Europe tour was her favorite tour of the year as she got to play in some of the world's most legendary locations and they were always well-received, with deeply appreciative audiences and good reviews.
+Her father continued, ""Your birthday is as soon as you return. What would you like as your gift?""
+Lei had completely forgotten. She took a moment to think about it but there was only one thing she truly wanted. She just didn't know if she could tell her father who had been the driving force in her life.
+""Well...,"" she began.
+Seeing her hesitation, her father turned his undivided attention on her. ""What is it?""
+""Actually, I was thinking....""
+Her mother and father were both looking at her expectantly.
+""If I could take a break,"" she said slowly.
+""Break? What do you mean?"" her mother asked.
+""I've been working non-stop since I was... well, all my life. I just wanted some time off, you know, from recitals and traveling and practice and... everything.""
+""No practice?"" her mother echoed. ""How can you not practice?""
+""Just for a few days, Mama,"" Lei said. ""It's not like I'll forget anything. I've been doing this as far as I can remember.""
+"" _Du wan juan shu, xing wan-li lu_ ,"" her mother retorted. Reading ten thousand books is not as useful as walking ten thousand miles.
+""Yes, I understand that, Mama.""
+""And yet you say you will not practice? The only way you can achieve true mastery is by practicing, not sitting back and telling yourself that you know enough.""
+Her parents just sat there looking at her. Lei could see the confusion in her mother's eyes, as if she just couldn't understand what she was saying or why. Her father though, his expression was hard to read.
+""What would you do on this break?"" her mother asked.
+""I don't know... take a vacation, go on trip...""
+""But we are already going to Europe tonight.""
+""Not that way, Mama. That's for work. This could be just because I wanted to go somewhere. Just because I felt like it, and I wouldn't have to practice all day. I could maybe see the world a little instead of being shut off in a practice hall somewhere.""
+Her father still hadn't said anything.
+Lei turned to him. ""Dad, I know this is a little unusual but I just want to have some time to myself.""
+""How long would this break be?"" he asked finally.
+""A couple of months maybe."" She shrugged. ""Perhaps next summer.""
+""You have commitments,"" he said slowly. ""You're booked to perform in various places until the November of next year.""
+Lei lowered her eyes and nodded. ""Maybe the year after,"" she responded half- heartedly, but that was too far away and all of them knew that in her life, she couldn't plan time for herself so far along in the future. Her life was ruled by concert schedules and opportunities that were fixed months if not years in advance.
+There was no hope of deviating from the path that had been laid out. So she silenced her heart and returned to the careful rhythms of her ordered life.
+On her birthday, she received diamonds.
+* * * *
+The Europe tour was a success and had garnered unprecedented reviews. As soon as they returned home though, Lei's mother fell ill. She had been coughing at the tail end of the tour and Lei suspected that something was wrong, but the last couple of days had been so hectic that there was no time at all to see to it. While traveling back, her mother who usually couldn't sleep on airplanes slept for the entire length of the flight.
+As soon as they got home, Lei forced her mother into bed and ordered her to stay there.
+""But there is your Philadelphia recital,"" she objected. ""We need to go and get the dress for it.""
+""That's fine, Mama. I'll take care of it,"" Lei assured her.
+""No, no. I'll come with you."" She made as if to get up but Lei stayed her with a firm hand on her shoulder.
+""There's no need for you to come with me when you're not feeling well, Mama. I can get it by myself... it's just going to be a simple white anyway.""
+* * * *
+She found a dress that was characteristic of her style in only a half hour of the two she had allotted to the task. It wasn't that hard to find a basic white dress. This one had black panels at the sides, on either side of her waist and then the white gently encasing her thighs.
+Getting herself a muffin and a cappuccino at one of the coffee shops close to the store, she bagged the only available table there and planned to spend a good part of an hour people-watching and enjoying the unexpected time alone.
+No sooner had she settled down though when a guy approached the table.
+""Excuse me, could we share the table?""
+Lei wasn't too keen on it, but a quick glance around told her that every other table was still occupied and she was the only single occupant of one. ""Of course,"" she said gracefully while gathering her shopping bag and depositing it on the floor next to her.
+""Devil,"" the guy said as he pulled back his chair, and thanking her with a polite nod, sat down.
+""Pardon me?""
+""My name,"" he explained.
+She stared at him, at a loss for words.
+""And yours?"" he prompted when the silence began to turn a little awkward.
+""Lei,"" she said quickly, still stunned that someone could be named Devil.
+He certainly looked like one, with what seemed like a perpetual devilish glint in his eyes. As Lei took more of him in, she realized that he was actually very good-looking in a rugged, bad boy sort of way. His short, spiked dirty blond hair and chiseled jaw with the shadow of stubble certainly added to the image.
+As she wound down this mental assessment, she realized that she was staring at him... and he was staring right back. Flustered, she lowered her gaze and took a sip of her coffee.
+""You okay?"" he asked.
+""Yes, of course,"" she replied, looking down at her cup.
+""Hey, listen, if you'd rather sit alone...""
+""No, that's not it,"" she said quickly.
+""Then?""
+""Uh, nothing really. Nothing."" She took another nervous sip. This was ridiculous. She was behaving like a schoolgirl who had never talked to a boy in her life, fumbling and making a fool of herself. She pulled herself together and gave him a smile. ""It's just that... that's a very unusual name.""
+""It is? I've known a couple of Devins growing up.""
+""Oh! You said Devi _n_. I thought... I heard....""
+""Heard what?""
+""Devil,"" she admitted hesitantly.
+He started laughing at that. ""Now I'll admit this is not the first time I've been called a devil,"" he said with a twinkle in his eye, ""but definitely the first time my name has been thought to be Devil."" He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and cradling his cup with both hands. ""Actually, it's from the root word 'divine.' So you see, I just might turn out to be from the other camp."" He waited a beat before repeating, ""Might.""
+He flashed a quick grin that was more than a little captivating and Lei caught herself staring at him again.
+""Sorry, I just misheard. I'm probably just jet-lagged,"" she said to cover up her confusion. ""I just flew back from London a few hours ago.""
+""Wow, London. That sounds interesting. Vacation?""
+""Work,"" she replied. ""I was engaged to play there. I'm a musician.""
+""And what do you play?""
+""Violin. Classical.""
+His eyebrows went up at that. ""A true-blue musician, huh? And here I automatically assumed you were in a band when you said you were a musician.""
+""Well, I do play with a band on occasion,"" Lei said with a smile. ""But no, not the kind of popular music you probably were thinking of.""
+""I really know nothing of classical music,"" he admitted. ""I'm pretty much a punk rock guy.""
+""And I know nothing of punk rock,"" she responded.
+""How about I take you out to dinner and you can play a recording of your favorite music piece for me and I'll introduce you to what I like?""
+It was so out of the blue that Lei was rendered speechless for the second time in a matter of minutes.
+""Are you asking me out?"" she finally managed.
+That captivating grin again. ""Yep.""
+A number of responses ran through her mind in the second it took for her to respond, but the one that came out of her mouth was, ""I can't. I'm going to be in Philadelphia tomorrow.""
+Devin shrugged lightly and the conversation moved to other things. They spent the better part of an hour talking over coffee. Nothing of consequence really, just the getting to know each other kind of first conversation, but something about him seemed to mesmerize Lei and she who had wowed audiences of thousands tripped over her words with him.
+She couldn't really put her finger on what it was that was so exciting about him. She found herself noticing every tiny detail in order to figure it out. She noticed the way he drummed his fingers on the table in little bursts or the way he always seemed to be in motion even while sitting down. The way he played with the sugar packets on the table with long fingers or his obvious masculinity that he seemed to be unaware of. All of those things were interesting, but still couldn't explain the magnetic fascination.
+Then perhaps it was the fact that he was like a breath of fresh air away from her cloistered life immersed in music. Or maybe it was the way his eyes seemed to create a tingle low in her belly when he looked directly into hers and held her gaze for long moments. Everything about him was so _alive_ , like it was electric, and Lei felt herself drawn to him. His livewire personality was like a contrast to her demure nature.
+As the hour drew to a close and Lei realized that she needed to be heading back, she felt the utmost unwillingness to leave. She was enjoying the break from her ordered life too much. The very fact that she was sitting there with him was something extraordinary. She couldn't remember when she had last been with someone removed from her world purely for the enjoyment of being with them.
+She reluctantly started to make her excuses, but Devin surprised her yet again.
+""When will you be back from Philadelphia?""
+Lei paused before answering. ""Next week.""
+""Would you like to meet up then?"" he asked casually.
+And just at that moment, Lei decided that she would. It was all too simple to take his number and tell him that she would call him when she got back.
+* * * *
+The week that followed was an interminable wait. She couldn't wait to meet him again. Lei didn't know how she made it through the Philadelphia concert but she did it with her usual dignified grace. Inside her though was a state of constant anticipation.
+The day she returned, she called him.
+Their first few dates were the typical getting to know each other stuff but by the time they eased into the third week of seeing each other, they knew that this was going to be something long-term.
+The thing that was the most valuable to her was that he didn't really know who she was or the extent of her repute as a musician. As he had admitted, Devin didn't listen to classical music, and to Lei, that was the most normal she could be with anyone. She was just another girl dating a guy, not Lei Qian the violinist dating a guy, which had come in the way of every relationship she had tried before then. When she left her persona, her music, her graceful self and her violin behind, she discovered sides to herself that she didn't know she had.
+And that made her fall a little more in love with him every day.
+Lei needed to dig deep into the perseverance that had been her mainstay through all these years in order to discipline herself enough to keep up her strict schedule. Fortunately, the years had given her resources that held true. When she was practicing her craft, she could almost banish the thought of his twinkling eyes into the back of her head, but it was the moment when her violin was packed up and she was alone that he invaded her thoughts.
+She loved that Devin was a perfect contrast to everything she was. He was as energetic as she was graceful, bold and flirty to her shy manner, the talker to her listener, and when they finally dipped into it, the leader to her follower in all things sexual. The sizzle between them had been evident right from the beginning, and when they finally consummated their relationship, Lei finally understood what had been missing from her life.
+Making love was like playing music. Lei came close to what she felt during a performance when Devin made love to her. His deep kisses transported her to a place where she felt her body come alive and time slowed to the extent that she could feel each moment, each touch of his on her body. His expert hands on her swept her up into a passion that was uncontrolled in its urgency, but also carried a taste of the intensity that held her when she played.
+Foreplay was akin to the euphoria of the moments leading up to a concert, with passion building as Devin played her like a well-loved instrument and she responded to his every touch; drugged and focused solely on the warmth of his body and his moist mouth on her and his hands on her most private of places until she wasn't aware of anything but the sensations assailing every part of her being.  
+He was a force that swirled around her, touching her here, nibbling her there, caressing her just right until she was swept up into a crescendo of feeling that kept building up to almost unbearable levels. His energy and nonstop assault fired her up and she climbed the high until her mind was leeched of every thought and she was reduced to just a mindless being seeking pleasure, where she couldn't think anymore, just feel. Just as the rhythms of their lovemaking reached their highest point, she broke, overwhelmed by it all and letting herself go into that place that she had thought she could access only on a stage.
+As they lay together after a particularly intense bout of lovemaking, drugged and content, she reflected on the fact that she now had what she had been wanting for years. She had a normal relationship devoid all the baggage that she carried from being one of the best classical violists in the world.
+She settled her face into the crook of Devin's neck a little more comfortably and smiled.
+""A penny for them,"" he murmured.
+Her smile grew bigger. ""How did you know I was thinking of something?""
+""I felt your smile on my skin,"" he replied, running a hand down her arm.
+""Nothing important really. Well, okay, important in a way. I was just thinking how much I love this."" She wasn't sure if she could explain what it meant to her. Her world was so far removed from normal that people who were not within its closed confines could not comprehend what it meant. She tried anyway.
+""My whole life has been music, Devin. In a way, my life _is_ music. I've never been something apart from it. With you, I feel like a different person than the musician I am. I feel like I'm more me."" She shifted impatiently when she couldn't make the words convey what she was trying to say. ""I'm not sure if I'm explaining this well, but... it's just that this... you, make me feel things that I have felt before, yes, but in a different way entirely. I don't know how to tell you how it is... okay, I'm doing a poor job of this,"" she ended with a sigh.
+He responded after a moment. ""You know, I know you're a famous violinist, but honestly, apart from the times that you leave me to go and practice or a concert, I don't really know what your life is like.""
+""Exactly. And I'm not sure how I can tell you what it's like.""
+He stroked her shoulder while he considered. ""How about you play for me?""
+She looked up at him. ""You want me to? Now?""
+""Well, yes. I mean, I think I should get to know what you're like when you're not in my arms, right? And your violin is here too, so I definitely think you should."" A devilish glint entered his eyes. ""Naked,"" he added.
+At first she felt color flood her face at his request, but with gentle his urging she got her instrument out, stood at the foot of the bed and tucked it under her chin.
+""Ready?"" she asked, and at his nod, launched into Vivaldi's Spring Allegro.
+The roughly three and a half minutes it took for her to play the famous piece was the only time she saw him sit entirely still, unmoving.
+The music flowed in his small bedroom as Lei gave it all she had, and more. There was just something extra that came out when she was standing naked in front of him with the smooth wood beneath her hands and the fingers flying over the familiar strings. Her eyes held his for the length of the performance, and when she was done, there was a moment of hushed silence.
+""My god,"" he said finally, ""You're right. I've never seen you like that. The way you move with the music... like a sensuous nymph...."" He stopped, at a loss for words and simply shook his head from side to side. ""I can see why you are who you are.""
+She gave him a smile. ""Thank you.""
+""No, that was amazing,"" he continued. ""I mean, I'm honestly not the one to know these things but even I was moved.""
+""It's nothing I do consciously, Devin, so I can't really take the credit for it,"" she replied lightly. ""It's a gift and I merely am the means through which it's conveyed. You know, Perlman once said that for every child prodigy that makes it big, fifty potential ones burn out before anybody even hears of them. I was just the one lucky one.""
+""Luck has a part to play in it, sure, and so does the being gifted part. But have you not spent countless hours honing that gift to perfection?"" he countered.
+""Well, I don't know if it's perfect yet,"" she chuckled, ""but yes, I've spent hours practicing.
+After all, a gift is no good if not used. So yes, I've spent most of my life practicing. AS my mother says, _du wan juan shu, xing wan-li lu._ ""
+""What does that mean?""
+""It's a Chinese saying that means something along the lines of practice makes perfect. Literally, reading ten thousand books is not as good as walking ten thousand miles. As I said, practice makes the gift blossom, one that would otherwise lie dormant in me.""
+""You're being too modest, downplaying the hard work and dedication that must have gone into it.""
+She simply smiled as she bent to pack her instrument back in the case.
+""You know, the violin has a very sexy shape,"" he began, clearly intending to go somewhere with it.
+""It does?""
+""Yes. Come here,"" he commanded. ""Do you carry black eyeliner?""
+She nodded.
+""If you give it to me, I'll show you.""
+""Show me what? You're not going to mark my violin.""
+""No, of course not. Just get the liner and come here.""
+He instructed her to lie on her stomach and a moment later felt him drawing on her back with the eyeliner pencil.
+""What are you doing?"" she asked him, but he just shushed her and continued.
+""Lie still, will you?"" he said when she wriggled slightly. ""I'm just drawing those two curlicues on you to show you how sexy the shape of your violin is.""
+""F-holes?"" It slipped out before she even thought about it, and a second later, she realized how that sounded.
+His hand stilled. ""Honestly? That's what they're called?"" His voice was amused.
+""One is shaped like a lowercase f if you noticed,"" she replied defensively. ""And the other is a mirror image.""
+""Of course."" His voice still carried the hint of a smile.
+When he was done painting her to his satisfaction, he asked her to follow him and led her to the mirror in the bathroom. She glanced over her shoulder at his artistry and saw what he was talking about. The hourglass shape of her violin was reflected back at her. Her shoulders formed the upper bouts, tapering into concaves at her waist and then flowing out into the lower bouts of her ass. The indentation of her spine was the natural image of the strings running down the length of her back.
+Their eyes met in the mirror and Lei saw his darken with desire.
+He took her hand and led her back to the bed, positioning her on her hands and knees, then kneeling behind her. ""Beautiful,"" he murmured as his hands covered her ass, fetchingly propped up for him to enjoy. ""You know, I've always been attracted to your dark hair and eyes... exotic, almond-shaped,"" he said, ""but I see I've been missing the little peach you keep hidden.""
+""Peach?"" her voice came out a little breathless.
+Devin parted her ass cheeks and ran and finger down the middle, reaching her soft folds and dipping into them. ""Yes, a ripe peach,"" he affirmed.
+Her juices oozed out from her as his finger sought her center.
+He inserted first one and then another into her, slowly, plunging and taking them out, and then sinking them back into her in a way that threatened to make her limbs stop supporting her weight.
+""Please,"" she whimpered, when it went on too long and she pushed back against him. As his male hardness came up against her ass, she pressed against him, trying to align herself so that she could feel him where his fingers had just been.
+""You want me inside you?""
+""Yes, please, yes.""
+He steadied her with a hand at her waist and in a moment was inside with a long stroke that almost buried his entire length into her. Lei gasped at the sudden intrusion, but after the initial shock, the fullness of him inside her warmed her blood as she shifted to accommodate him.
+He started fucking her with long, languorous strokes, quite different from the normal spirited thrusts that had been the staple of their sexual relationship until then. She met him stroke for stroke, swaying back to meet him as he sunk himself in her again and again. The rhythm was slow, but all the more intense for the wholly different feelings it evoked in her.
+While his forceful thrusts had the effect of making her feel pounded into, this slow assault opened up her senses to a variety of other sensations that she had never been introduced to. Everything was magnified - his entire length sliding into her sensitive pussy, her hanging breasts swaying with their motion, his labored breathing in the fraught silence of the room, and her gasps that punctuated each of his slow strokes.
+He reached around and cupped her hanging breasts, using them as leverage to push himself into her, and Lei almost cried out with the feel of his hands pumping at them in time with his drives. The whole experience was beyond anything Lei had ever experienced and as she lost sense of time, of everything, her world was reduced to just his skillful manipulations on her, in her.
+The sensations built up on each other until Lei had to bite her lip in order to rein in the cry that would surely break forth, such was the intensity that was flooding her being. It was the moment he tweaked her nipples between his fingers that Lei started to tremble, a trembling that flowed out in waves from the center of her body, escalating into full body shudders that threw her rhythm off. With a cry, she felt herself falling into the whirlpool of sensations that overwhelmed her being and blanked out everything in her mind except the feeling of him still pushing himself deep inside her spasming pussy. His breath hitched once, then twice, and with a tortured moan, he followed her as she felt his warm fluid dribble down her thigh.
+* * * *
+Lei sat backstage, ready as always in her trademark white ensemble. There was just one change. The characteristic flower in her hair was red this time, not white.
+She fingered the neckline of her dress, then with a determined effort, stilled her hands and folded them in her lap. She was nervous. With thousands of performances under her belt, today was the day she was most nervous about. She had played Sibelius too many times to count, it was one of her favorite pieces, but she had never performed with Devin in the audience before. She wondered if she would be conscious of him and if that would harm her performance.
+She knew that her playing had changed during the last few months. The way she played for him was subtly different from the way she normally played. It came from places within her than only he had opened up. The one time she had played for him had proven that. But on such a large scale, with an audience of hundreds, she just didn't know how the subtle change in her style would go over.
+Her brain also insisted on reminding her of the time that she had played for him, and what had followed after. That lent a flush to her cheeks and another edge to her nervousness.
+To add to it, George Yosef, her Juilliard teacher and virtuoso violinist would also be in the audience. He rarely came to his students' performances as he realized that it might be distracting, but he had sought her out before the show and said that he was looking forward to this one as he had been hearing a lot about the way she had been playing recently.
+Lei just hoped everything would go well.
+The thunderous applause that greeted her as she entered the hall was the same, but Lei's smile might have been just a little less bright that evening. Once on stage, she sought Devin out first, acknowledging him. He placed a hand on his heart and smiled slightly. Then she looked at Yosef and inclined her head just a little.
+Despite all her misgivings, once the audience had settled down and the concert began, Lei lost herself like she always did. Her focus remained tightly on the piece, each note, each pause... never wavering even a bit as she had feared it might. She was lost to everything but the well of feeling that she now had access to that she never could before.
+She wrenched all the emotion from the music and released it as the notes swirled and flowed out of her instrument. She threw herself into the performance like never before. It came from every inch of her body that moved with the music like she was one with it. Never had her performance been so ferociously determined and so physically challenging as it was that evening. Where earlier she had merely seduced the audience with her music, that night she met them head on, pouring all the energy that she had to offer from the deepest reaches of her being. She fairly attacked the third movement that awed the audience with its boldness. As the last note died down, she opened her eyes to stunned silence.
+The applause that followed it honored everything she had poured into the performance. Never had she felt an emotional impact of the kind she felt after that recital, tears welling up in her eyes as her heart thundered to the ovation that greeted it.
+Devin found her backstage amidst well-wishers and quietly hovered on the side, content to see her receive the accolades she deserved.
+George Yosef also came up to her, and while she was a little nervous of his reaction still, she faced up to him and waited for the verdict from the person who had taught her all she knew.
+A slight smile graced his lips as he inclined his head at her, telling her without words that she had done well.
+""It was okay, then?"" she asked, wanting to hear the words.
+""Lei, child, that was the most moving expression of Sibelius I ever heard,"" he said simply.
+She flushed with happiness at the praise.
+""You know, earlier you played with a technical brilliance and mastery that was a result of the gift that had been given to you, but today, you made that gift your own. I'm proud of you,"" he said sincerely, giving her a light kiss.
+Lei took a deep breath at his words. She knew Yosef did not bestow praise lightly. ""Thank you,"" she whispered when she could speak through the emotion. ""Thank you so much.""
+""No, thank _you_. It seems that something has finally tempered your knowledge and talent, elevating it to a level that has rarely been achieved by anyone in my lifetime by any musician. Whatever it is, I'm glad you found it.""
+"" _Du wan juan shu, xing wan-li lu_ ,"" Lei replied through the tightness in her throat. ""Practice makes perfect, but experience is the greatest teacher.""
+Her eyes sought Devin's over the surrounding throng. Yes, apart from the technical mastery, her music could now be dipped in the emotions that he had set in motion in her, and come out all the more vivid for it. The white flower had blossomed."
+68,F2: We Gotta Stop Mom!,Tx Tall Tales,Chain Stories,2013-08-07,2013-08-07,2022-01-08 03:48:18,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f2-we-gotta-stop-mom,The twins have a plan to stop Mom's cheating.,"['Big Cock', 'Brother-Sister', 'Cheating', 'Fawc', 'Loss', 'Mother-Son', 'Mystery Basket', 'Seduction', 'Trickery']",4.79,"**FAWC 2: ""We Gotta Stop Mom!""**
+ _(Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered around a random determination of four ""mystery ingredients."" There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.)_
+(The mystery ingredients for this story were: Ambition, Time of Day/Year, Ignorance, Color.)
+* * * *
+""I don't like that fuckin' bastard,"" Tiffany said, storming into my room.
+""Knock much?"" I snapped.
+""Whatever, numb nuts. What're you worried about? Afraid I'm gonna walk in on you spankin' the monkey again?""
+""What the fuck's your problem, Tiff?""
+""That asshole boss from Mom's work. Why's he sniffin' around all the time now? And why does Mom let him get away with the shit he does?""
+""What shit?""
+""Fuck, Bret. You are so clueless. Don't tell me you haven't noticed.""
+I had no idea what she was talking about. Then again, for the last several years it seems I never did.
+I don't know about this 'special bond' that twins are supposed to have. My older sister - by about 8 minutes - Tiffany and I fought like cats and dogs. She knew how to irritate me, just as I knew how to press all her buttons. Sometimes we went weeks without speaking. Ever since middle school.
+I'd been getting the silent treatment for over a week now, which made this outburst all the stranger. The truth was, I didn't mind the silent treatment. I liked being left alone. It gave me time to work on what really mattered. For now, that was maintaining the GPA that would make me Valedictorian. Finish out this semester, and there'd be only one more to go.
+""What was I supposed to notice?"" I said, closing down the browser, since I wasn't gettin' any more studying done until she was dealt with.
+""Mom's fuckin' around. With that ugly fat fuck.""
+That's my sister. Mouth like a sailor, and always jumping to conclusions. ""You know that? You caught 'em?""
+""If I did, don't you think I'd be talkin' to her instead of you? I wish. You must have noticed how she walks out of the room to take the calls on her phone. Disappears for hours with about a dozen different excuses. Started dressin' slutty. C'mon, are you that fuckin' stupid?""
+Come to think of it, I had noticed the change in Mom's dressing habits. Skirts, heels, tighter shirts. Kind of embarrassing. Not that Mom's bad looking, or looks skanky, but some of my friends had been dropping the MILF bomb. Sick.
+""So she dresses up? What's the big deal?""
+""The way he stands so close to her, touching her. Whispering. The way she looks at him. Fuck, why am I talking to you? Class virgin. You wouldn't have a clue what flirting looks like.""
+""As the class slut, I'll have to defer to your expertise on this.""
+""Fuck you, dickless. I'm not a slut.""
+""Dickless? That's not what you said last time you came in unannounced.""
+She blushed. It had been out of character for her, to say the least. She walked in on me, squeezing one off, and stood staring in my doorway. I was so pissed at her, I didn't stop. I just glared at her, and stroked away.
+She had blushed then, too. ""Sorry,"" she had mumbled. Then she'd given me a little grin. ""Guess I can't call you 'little' brother anymore."" She'd actually left with a modicum of grace. Of course within the week she was giving me grief about it.
+""What are we going to do about Mom, Bret?"" She came in and sat down on my bed, and I could see this really bothered her. ""Dad may be as clueless as you, but even he's going to figure out sooner or later. That won't be pretty. You want to spend our Christmases in two different houses? Dad has to pay for two households, there won't be any money for us or for college. Not like Mom makes more than chump change working for that asshole.""
+I turned my chair, facing her directly. ""You really think it's that bad?""
+She nodded sadly. ""I do. I can't believe she'd do this to him. To us. She must know she's got it good. Why would she fuck up everything? I'm so pissed at her I could spit!""
+""Alright, I believe you. Tell me again, why you think something's going on. I need details.""
+Tiffany and I were the opposite sides of a coin. I was the logical, calm, brainy one, a lot like Dad I guess. Pretty average looking, and not much of a socializer. Tiff was the explosive, emotional, wild one. Even though she's my sister, I can't deny she's good looking, a lot like Mom. Huge social network, tons of friends, always on twitter, facebook or messaging. Never pulls her face out of her phone; it's a miracle she noticed anything.
+She was surprisingly detailed, giving it to me lock, stock and barrel.
+1) Three times now she'd seen the bastard's - her words - car in our driveway when she came home from school early. She had PE last period, and often cuts, or leaves early, instead of cleaning up at school. He'd leave as soon as she arrived.
+2) Mom's been secretive about her phone calls, sneaking off to answer them. She's been texting, which she never did much of, now it seems to be all the time.
+3) She's been working extra hours at her part time job, about two times a week. No big deal, except she never worked late once, until the last 5 or 6 weeks.
+4) The clothing. New, tighter, nicer. Heels. Makeup. Hair done every couple of weeks. Nail polish.
+5) The way that Mom behaves around the bastard - again, Tiff's words - the few times she'd seen them together. All chummy and close. Too close.
+6) Passwords on her phone and computer, which were never there before.
+7) Way too good a mood, most of the time.
+Now I knew she was really worried. She must have been hashing this out in her own brain for a while, to be able to give me an organized, point-by-point breakdown.
+Afterward, she sat there anxiously. ""What do you think? I'm not crazy, am I? I wish it weren't true.""
+I sat down beside her on the bed, looking at the list. ""I don't know, sis. A lot of circumstantial evidence, but nothing solid. Doesn't look good though.""
+""What're we gonna do, Bret? Seriously. You've gotta be able to figure out something. Put that damn big brain of yours to some good use for once.""
+I gave it some thought. ""Cracking her passwords shouldn't be any trouble. Tapping the front door video monitor would let us know who comes in the house. If I adjust the camera, we can probably see enough of the driveway to see when she's coming and going.""
+""Hard to do?""
+""Nah. Tap the feed, and save it to hard-drive, I imagine. If anyone was lookin' for it, it'd be easy to spot, but around here?""
+She nodded. ""You don't think I'm nuts do you?""
+God, for a moment she seemed like the Tiffany of old. Vulnerable, caring. I put my arm around her waist, and gave her a brief hug. ""No, not at all. I'm glad you noticed. You're right, I probably never would have until it was too late. A little wrapped up in my own concerns at the moment.
+""Let me see what I can do about tapping her phone GPS. I'll need to borrow your cell.""
+""Mine? Why?"" she looked nervous.
+""Yours is the same as hers, just the newer version. I can test it on yours. Don't worry, I'm not going to snoop on you.""
+""That's not what I was thinking,"" she snapped angrily. ""I just don't want you messing with it.""
+Always so difficult. That's my sister.
+I grabbed her hands in mine, and I noticed her palms were sweaty. She looked at me in surprise.
+""Listen. This is serious. You're right about that. I know you don't like me, and you get on my nerves, but we don't have time for that right now. Truce, Ok?""
+""Truce?"" she mumbled.
+""Please. At least until this is over. Then you can go back to torturing me. Truce?""
+She nodded slowly. ""I don't mean to torture you, Bret. I swear I don't. It's just, I don't know, the way you don't seem to care about anything, other than your grades, it drives me nuts. Like you're too good for everybody else.""
+I chuckled, giving her hands a squeeze before releasing them. ""I get it. The way you care about everything, except your grades, does the same to me. This time it paid off. If it really is a problem, and we can stop it, I'll owe you.""
+She grinned. ""Term paper, owe?""
+""At least. It's our family, Tiff.""
+""Yeah. This is really fucked up."" She stood. ""Sorry to barge in on you. And you're definitely not dickless."" She gave me a parting smile.
+""Sorry I called you a slut. I know you're not.""
+She turned at the door. ""Do you?""
+The enigmatic comment had me wondering. What did I know about any of my family, including my sister? Shit, she was right, I _was_ clueless!
+* * * *
+I got up, long after everyone had gone to bed, and went to work. I booted her computer from my OphCrack LiveCD. Twenty minutes later I had cracked her password. More complex than I would have thought from her, she must be a little paranoid. I logged in, testing it, and enabled the Windows Remote Desktop Connection. Pwned.
+The Pattern lock was even easier. Took all of about 10 seconds to recognize the smudge pattern on her screen protector. Had it in two tries. 'M' for Mom I guess. How original.
+Tapping the front door camera looked like more work than I wanted to get involved with, once I'd researched it. I went the lazy route and put my webcam in the window. Yawcam let me record a still every 3 seconds so it wouldn't eat up my hard-drive. Not the greatest resolution in the world, but more than enough for my purpose.
+Now with that information, what to do with it?
+The PC was easy, with Remote Desktop Connection enabled and her password. For the Phone, I needed to get it out of her control for a bit. There might have been other ways, but I don't know of them, or they cost money, and I don't have that much to spare. Webcam pics were timestamped, I'd just have to review them to see the comings and goings.
+Enough for the night. I needed my rest. Third period AP Calculus exam.
+* * * *
+Tiffany popped into my room the following afternoon. Surprisingly she knocked first. Didn't wait for a response, but it was progress.
+She shut the door behind her, conspiratorially. ""When are you going to start?"" she asked.
+I sighed, closing my textbook. Studying was becoming nigh impossible with my sister on the rampage. ""Done. Stop by tonight after everyone's in bed, and we can review everything on her PC and the camera pics.""
+""Done?""
+""Yeah. Last night, late. We'll want to grab Mom's phone after she goes to bed. Can you manage that?""
+She nodded. ""You really did it that fast?""
+""Sure. Around midnight?""
+She grinned. ""I guess all that time studying is good for something.""
+* * * *
+It was midnight when she slipped into my room. Grandma's grandfather clock started its distinctive striking of midnight, deep and ringing. People sleeping over for the first time always commented on it. When you lived with it every day of your life, it was no big deal. It became part of the background.
+The sonorous reports covered the noise of her moving around. She slid in the door, closing it behind her. Without knocking of course. I had the bedside light on, and a towel across the bottom of the door so nobody could see the light.
+""Put the towel back,"" I told her nodding toward the door.
+She didn't give me any lip, or ask why. She leaned over and stretched it across the gap. The t-shirt she slept in gave me a peek at her pink panties. She might not be a slut, but she certainly had the body of one. Nice butt.
+Eeew! Did I really think that?
+I scooted over on the bed, and patted the space beside me, shifting the laptop in my lap. ""Bring the phone?""
+She held it out to me.
+I unlocked the pattern and gave it back. ""Check her messages. Call history too.""
+I was reviewing Mom's emails. They were pretty damning. I looked over at the phone to see how sis was doing. She was sitting cross legged, her phone in her lap. I had a pretty good crotch view. That pretty pink swatch called out to me. I reached over and tugged her t-shirt down to cover it.
+""Hey!"" she snapped, slapping at my hand.
+""Shhh,"" I whispered. ""Sorry about that, but I don't need the distraction.""
+She looked at me oddly, then grinned. ""You little sicko, you were checking out my cooch!""
+""Cute,"" I said, scanning the emails. ""But not something you need to be showing your brother.""
+""I wasn't showing...""
+""Truce, remember? I had an accidental eyeful, Ok? I thought it appropriate to cover it. No big deal. I probably should have just told you, I wasn't thinking, alright? Sorry.""
+She adjusted the bottom of her shirt. ""No, I overreacted. Kind of cool, really. My brother the fuckin' gentleman. Most guys would have enjoyed the view.""
+""Most guys didn't bathe with you naked for years.""
+""Pervert,"" she whispered, but she was smiling. ""Bet you wish you still did.""
+""Wouldn't get much washing done,"" I teased.
+""Oh my God! You didn't! You really are perving on me!""
+""Just teasing, Tiff. I may be clueless about women, but even I can't help but notice you have a smokin' hot bod.""
+""You think so?""
+""Duh.""
+She was scrolling through the texts. ""This is bad. You got anything?""
+""Some pretty raunchy emails, mostly from him. But she just laughs him off. I don't think Mom's doing him yet, but from the looks of these, it probably won't be long.""
+""Yeah. Same here. The bastard's telling her how hot she is. How smart and pretty. Misunderstood. He'll be there for her, whatever she needs. What a team they'll make. Yuck.""
+""I know. Listen to this reply. 'Greg, don't be so naughty! You'll get me all hot and bothered!! Then what am I supposed to do? Wait another two weeks before he does his duty?'""
+""Did he reply?""
+""Yeah. 'Why wait, when with one little yes, you could get two hours of serious satisfaction, with a real cock for once.'""
+""Fuck. What a jerk! What could she possibly see in him? Dad's a lot better lookin' and from the sounds of things coming out of their bedroom, they don't wait two weeks between rounds.""
+Tiffany was still reading. ""Fuck me! This is bad.""
+""What?""
+""'Can't stop thinking about those amazing tits of yours. Are you sure you're 43? You have the titties of a teenager. And those nipples! Don't get me started. Sweeter than gumdrops. When am I going to get to taste the rest???' The bastard's been playing with Mom's tits. What the fuck is wrong with her?""
+""Her reply?""
+""'Behave you sweet man. You know that was an accident. Should never have happened. (giggle) I do have to admit, that's some nice lumber you're packing away in your Jockeys. Don't you DARE whip it out like that again. I don't care HOW hard I make you.' I think I'm going to throw up now.""
+""FUCK! I'm blind!"" Tiffany whined a few seconds later.
+""What!?""
+She turned the phone so I could see. ""'This is how hard you make me, sugarnips. All the time.' That's lumber? Skinny ugly dick like that?""
+The picture wasn't all that flattering. Disturbing that he sent it. More disturbing that Mom kept it.
+""Shit. If Mom thinks that's lumber, she'd have a heart attack if she saw the Giant Sequoia you're sporting, bro."" She scrolled through more texts. ""You're not raging one now, are you?""
+She said it casually, but I saw her glance over.
+""No, but if you keep talking about it, it won't be my fault.""
+She giggled. ""Big sister gettin' you all hot and bothered, talking about big hard cocks and tasty nipples?""
+""Truce? Remember?""
+She pouted. ""I'm not being mean. Think it's kind of cool that little bro ain't so little. You hard yet?""
+I sighed theatrically. ""Yes, happy?""
+""Prove it.""
+""Tiff!"" I hissed.
+""You saw my cameltoe. Let me see your lump.""
+""No way.""
+""C'mon, Bret. I never got a really good look that one time. You wouldn't stop beatin' it long enough. I'm just curious.""
+""Curiosity killed the cat,"" I told her in my infinite, lust shrouded, clichéd wisdom.
+""That curious thing might not kill the pussy, but I bet it could do some serious damage to it.""
+""Enough Tiff. We've got work to do here. This is really bad. Dad gets wind of this, and we're talking serious trouble.""
+""Spoilsport."" She reached down and pulled her t-shirt back, exposing her naughty pink panties. ""I don't mind.""
+I moved my laptop to the side, and turned to face her. ""Seriously. I can't think straight. Please don't tease me.""
+She turned partway, and put her hand on my knee. ""Sorry. I wasn't teasing. I would like a look, but if it bothers you so much, I'll drop it."" She looked disappointed, maybe even sad. ""Do I disgust you that much? Is it 'cause you think I'm a slut? Because I'm not.""
+""You don't disgust me at all. Just the opposite. That's the problem. And I don't think you're a slut. Popular, yes. Slutty, no.""
+""I'm not a virgin, but I don't sleep around.""
+I could feel my face burning up.
+""Two guys, neither very good, to be honest. Johnny four times. Dave twice. That's it. Your slutty sister's had sex six times. Hasn't had a good fucking yet.""
+It was her turn to blush. ""Pretty small dicks, too. I guess that's why yours has me curious.""
+""Jeez, Tiff! It's not huge or anything.""
+""A lot bigger than the ones I've seen. All five.""
+""Five? Suddenly we've gone from two to five?""
+""Two handjobs, and a blowjob. I'd just as soon forget the names.""
+""Slut,"" I teased. I nudged her knee so she knew I was joking.
+""Geek,"" she responded. ""Big dicked Geek. How big, bro?""
+""I don't know,"" I said.
+""Bullshit. All guys measure them, then add at least an inch.""
+""I haven't. I swear.""
+""Liar.""
+I got a little irritated. ""Not everyone is as concerned with their sexual apparatus as you.""
+""'Sexual apparatus.' God, you're fuckin' unbelievable."" She got up from the bed, and walked out of the room.
+Great. Well, at least I should be able to finish reading the emails.
+Or not. She returned after just a couple of minutes. She sat down next to me again, facing me this time. ""We're going to measure it.""
+""No.""
+""Yes. You can fight it, but if you do, truce or no truce, I'll torture you 'til I get my way. You _know_ I always get my way. Let me measure it, and I swear I'll leave you alone for the rest of the night.""
+""The rest of the night?""
+She nodded, grinning. ""Best offer you're gonna get. Don't make me get physical with you."" Memories of us wrestling together as kids flooded my brain. Good memories. We'd been so close once. Sad, that we'd lost that closeness.
+Fuck. I put the laptop to the side, and slid my shorts down. I was already standing tall. Truth be told, I'd been working with one hand while she was gone, the other in my shorts.
+She grinned, and before I knew what the hell she was up to, she shed her t-shirt, letting me see her full tits uncovered, for the first time since before they were big enough to dent her shirt. Damn, she had some fine titties.
+""Little reward for participating. Thank you. Now take off yours, it's in the way.""
+I sighed grievously, but pulled off my shirt, leaving me naked, next to my sister, who was only wearing very small panties. Simple pink triangle, that looked almost innocent. Almost.
+She unrolled the measuring tape with a flick of her wrist. She leaned over, pressing the end to the base of my cock, just below my stomach. Her hand moved under my cock, pressing my balls back, while her thumb held the end of the tape in place. She slowly stretched it out, her delicate hand cupping the head of my cock, while her thumb and forefinger held the tape stretched out. The sensations were driving me nuts.
+She moved her face closer, until I could feel her breath on my aching hardness. ""A little over 8 inches. Maybe 8 1/2. I thought it was bigger, like 10 inches. It looks huge."" Her hands were moving slightly, not letting me go.  
+""Not so big,"" I said. ""The average is around six, right? So I'm only a couple of inches longer.""
+""And twice as thick."" She released the tape, stroking my cock firmly once, from base to tip. ""Messy boy,"" she teased, as I started to leak from the end.
+""We done now?"" I pleaded, trying to stifle any moans.
+""Not quite yet. Need to see how big around you are."" Tiffany stretched the tape around the middle, getting even closer to read it. That pretty face, inches from my cock, full tits, hanging down, rose colored nipples poking out. Damn.
+""Six and a half. I don't know what the average is, but I know it's a lot less than that. Jesus, bro, 6.4 divided by 3.14... that makes you over 2"" across."" She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, and moved them up and down slowly. She giggled. ""Little 'big' bro's sportin' a 2x8 in his pants. Impressive."" Her hand gave a little squeeze, and continued its travels
+""Stop,"" I gasped. ""You have to stop now.""
+She smiled mischievously, thrusting her chest out. ""Stop this? Why?"" she asked, her hand moving just a little faster.
+I groaned, thrusting back against her hand, trying to hang on.
+""Still want me to stop, 'big' brother?"" she teased.
+I shook my head, my hand reaching out to touch her.
+""Say it. Tell me what you want me to do.""
+I groaned when her hands stopped moving. ""More,"" I pleaded softly.
+She inched closer to me, her leg pressing against mine. I put my hand on her soft thigh. So smooth and soft. Her hands moved a little faster, and I was a goner.
+""Gonna...""
+""...come for me?"" she asked, her voice filled with excitement.
+""Uhhn,"" I moaned, and erupted, shooting high into the air, two large and messy volleys, followed by a few more that didn't do much more than clear the head, and spill over her hand.
+She was giggling, her head leaning against my shoulder, while her hand milked me dry.
+When I was done, I was surprised by a little kiss on my neck. ""How do you usually clean up?"" she asked.
+""Paper towels, under the bed,"" I sighed, leaning back against the headboard.
+She climbed off of me, one hand cupped under the other to catch any mess, and was soon wiping her hands dry. When she was done with that task, she pulled off several sheets, and started cleaning me up. She chuckled as my cock twitched and started to expand.
+""Naughty boy. Coming all over me like that. Looks like he wants to go again.""
+She dumped the messy paper towels in the trash, and left the bedroom again, returning a short time later with a wet washcloth, which she used on both of us. ""Didn't know you'd make that big a mess,"" she said quietly, washing my now very hard erection.
+""Don't usually,"" I confessed, embarrassed.
+""That was because of me?"" she teased.
+I reached out and gave her tit a squeeze. ""You know it, trouble-maker.""
+She pouted. ""You're not mad at me, are you?""
+I pulled her close, hugging her. ""You know I can never stay mad at you, Tiff.""
+She hugged me back. ""I didn't mean to take it that far. Sorry, I... I got carried away.""
+""It's Ok.""
+Her eyes bugged out in surprise, when I tilted up her chin and kissed her on the lips. ""We used to be so close. What happened?"" I asked.
+""I don't know,"" she whispered. ""We lost each other. Me with all my friends, and you, always self-sufficient, nose in the books.""
+I kissed her again, and she responded, her mouth opening, her tongue tracing my lips and teeth, parting them, reaching into my mouth. I remembered my first real kiss with her. Seventh grade. When we would practice with each other. When she pulled away, she rested her head on my shoulder, next to mine. ""We're going to have to work on that. You're a lousy kisser, Bret.""
+""Sorry. I've never had much opportunity to practice.""
+""None?""
+""Not really. Not like that one.""
+I grabbed her leg and lifted, pulling her sideways, onto my lap, straddling me. She shifted forward, until her warm crotch was pressed against my hard-on. Little pink swath of cloth all that separated us. ""I want my twin back,"" I told her.
+""I never went anywhere,"" she whispered, kissing my chin.
+My hands caressed her back, as she leaned against me. ""You better go soon, or I won't be responsible for my actions.""
+She gave me a little nip on the shoulder with her teeth. ""Perving on me again?""
+""Still,"" I told her.
+She giggled, pressed her lips to mine quickly, then climbed off. ""I'm going to put Mom's phone back and get some sleep. We'll talk again tomorrow night, alright?""
+I nodded. ""I'm going to read the emails for a while longer. We can decide on a plan tomorrow night. Think about it between now and then, Ok?""
+She pulled her shirt back on, casually, adjusting it. ""Thanks for believing me, and doing all the work here.""
+""No problem. I have as much vested in this as you do.""
+""Good night, big bro.""
+""Night, big sis.""
+* * * *
+The next day I was in a fog. Thinking about Tiffany, and what had happened. What it meant, if anything. About what Mom was up to, and what we could do about it. What would happen if we failed. Thank God I had no serious work to do that day. That's the last thing I needed. I already had my Merit Scholarship, and had to choose where to use it. Letting the grades slip at the last moment wasn't in the cards. Valedictorian, baby. Number one. I'd sacrificed my high-school social life to ensure that. I wasn't about to screw it up now. Not for anything.
+I'd been trying to play it cool, but Mom noticed something was wrong.
+""What's wrong, Bret? Did I forget to bathe today?"" she asked, as I moved past her in the kitchen, avoiding contact.
+""What?""
+""No hug, no 'How's it going,' no talk about your school day. No nothin'.""
+I gave her a quick hug, wondering if ""Greg"" had beaten me to it that day. ""Just distracted, I guess. Loads of school work.""
+""Mmmm, that's better,"" she said smiling, when I released her.
+She was dressed nicer again. I decide to start pushing a little. ""You look really good. You and Dad going out somewhere special?""
+I could tell she was surprised. ""N...No, I thought it would be nice to dress up a little more. Don't you like it?""
+I nodded. ""All the guys do. Believe me, they noticed. You're becoming the number one MILF, from the sounds of things.""
+She turned red. She definitely knew what a MILF was. ""They said that?""
+""Sure. Always dressing up like you're going out on the town, nice makeup, new hairdos, sexy clothing. You trying to spark up the marriage?"" I didn't wait for an answer, taking my snack and heading for my bedroom. I leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. ""Dad's a lucky guy, married to a hottie.""
+In the bedroom, I was curious, because of her outfit. I checked the camera pics, and sure enough, she'd come home from her work around 1:00, and at 1:36 that afternoon, she'd gone out in her outfit, and hadn't returned until 3:52, only a few minutes before I got home. I doubted she was with him the whole time. He certainly didn't look like the kind of guy who could go for 2 hours, but then again, what did I know? Probably did some shopping. She had bags she brought in when she returned. I couldn't make them out on the pictures. Wish I could afford a better camera.
+A quick perusal of her email, showed nothing new, to or from the Fat Bastard.
+I realized I needed to know more about the guy, and started investigating.
+Tiffany walked into my room, casual as can be, and flopped down on the bed. ""Any news?""
+""Nothing firm. I think she met him for a late lunch. She went out for a few hours, dressed up. No emails,"" I explained.
+""I hope it wasn't funch,"" Tiffany said.
+""Funch?""
+""What? A word 'Mr. Vocabulary' doesn't know?""
+""It's not a word. Definitely not in the Scrabble dictionary.""
+She rolled her eyes at me. ""Funch. Fucking plus lunch. Funch. Jesus, we gotta get you a life.""
+""Got one, thanks. One that'll pay off in the long run,"" I smirked. Remembering our truce, I continued. ""We'll have to wait 'til tonight to get her phone. She was on it when I got home, and walked out to the back porch, practically whispering.""
+I told her about what I'd done, the comments about Mom's outfit. Tiffany grinned. ""Hopefully that got her thinking, and not in the wrong way. Don't need to come home to see her getting gang-banged by your nerd friends.""
+I ignored the slam. Truce. ""What do you think we should do?"" I asked.
+""I'm thinking we keep monitoring her, do what we can to make her nervous, and start interfering where we can. Maybe with enough guilt and fear of getting caught, she'll kill it before it goes too far.""
+""I'm thinking the same, plus I want to find out everything I can about Fat Bastard.""
+Tiffany giggled. ""Fat Bastard is right. Jesus, what does she see in the ugly fat fuck? I don't get it.""
+""Me either,"" I agreed.
+""So we don't confront her?"" Tiffany asked.
+""With what? Suspicions? Some emails and text messages that will tell her we're spying on her? I don't think so. Not yet at least.""
+She nodded. ""Going out. I'll be back for dinner. See you tonight,"" she said. She acted as if nothing had happened between us the night before.
+""Later,"" I replied, trying to keep it cool.
+I finished my schoolwork and worked on the GPS situation. Couldn't find anything free, but for about $4.00 a month, I found a program on Google Play that would monitor the GPS, track SMS and call logs, and a bunch of other stuff. Now if only I had a credit card.
+Rather than try anything crazy, I thought I'd be just a little sneaky.
+Mom was making dinner, and Dad had gotten home, and was parked in front of the TV, already dressed down for the evening. Mom was still dolled up, and I started to wonder how Dad couldn't notice. I had a sudden surge of fear. What if he had noticed? What if he was doing what we were? I had a sudden urge to research Dad as well.
+I hunted down Mom.
+""Mom?""
+""Yes, honey?""
+""Could I get a prepaid credit card? I could use it to pay for my tests and college applications, without bothering you guys all the time.""
+""You know you can have my card, whenever you need it,"" she said absentmindedly.
+""I know, but I thought it would be good to start learning how to use one, budgeting, tracking my expenses, all that stuff. I'm going to need one when I go to college.""
+""I don't have a problem with it. Why don't you ask your father? If he's Ok, I think that would be great.""
+Damn, the old 'if your mother/father doesn't mind' ploy.
+I planted myself next to Dad, and during the commercial I gave him the same pitch.
+""I can just put you on my account,"" he said, thinking it over.
+""I know, but then I won't be responsible for my own bills.""
+""How much would you need?""
+""Each college app, including sending SAT and AP scores looks like it averages just under $100. CLEP tests are about the same, a hundred bucks.""
+""How many you plan on applying for?"" he asked.
+""Maybe half-a-dozen colleges, and four CLEPs that I know of.""
+He whistled. ""A thousand dollars?""
+""It will let me skip four classes. With my AP courses, that's close to a year and a half of college saved.""
+""You starting, soon?""
+""In the next few weeks. A prepaid card is reloadable, so I can start with just enough to get going, and add to it as needed.""
+""Let me look into it. When do you need it?""
+""As soon as possible. I was hoping to start some of the applications this weekend.""
+He seemed surprised by that. ""Really? We haven't talked about it.""
+""The school adviser thinks I can go to a lot of schools free. I want to start checking on that.""
+Dad laughed. ""Free would be good. Think you can get a free ride for your sister?""
+""I can only work small miracles, Dad. That's beyond me.""
+""Alright. I'll see what I can do.""
+* * * *
+On the ninth stroke of midnight I was getting anxious before Tiffany showed up again. She was already scrolling through Mom's text messages. ""Miss me, bro?""
+""You even miss a headache when it's gone,"" I teased.
+She stuck her tongue out at me, and hopped on the bed next to me. ""Bingo. You were right. Lunch with Fat Bastard.""
+""Messages?""
+""Before and after. Confirming their plans, and then revisiting all the kissy- face and fondling afterward. Mom's such a slut.""
+""How bad?""
+""Bad, but not horrible. Listen to this: 'Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to tear off your shirt, seeing your nipples hard like that? No bra? You can be such a tease.'""
+""That's not too bad,"" I said.
+""Oh yeah? 'You were a beast! I told you no marks. How am I supposed to explain a hickey on my boob?'""
+""I got an email. She says that she'll meet him on Monday at 6:00. Wonder what kind of excuse she'll give Dad?""
+""I don't know. Want to mess it up for her?""
+""How?""
+""I don't know. Shouldn't be too hard. Commit her to something she doesn't know about until either Sunday or Monday. You're the guy with the big brain, you can figure it out.""
+""Alright. At least we have a little time. I should have the GPS locator on her phone this weekend with any luck. I want to review all her old emails, see what I can find out about Fat Bastard, as well as when and how this started.""
+She finished scanning the phone. ""Three calls with him today. He called twice, she called once. One was more than 30 minutes long.""
+""Wish I knew what they were saying, but that's a lot more difficult. Expensive from what I've been researching.""
+She put the phone aside, and moved close to me, her arm around my waist. ""I've been thinking...""
+""Mmmhmm?""
+""You're right. I want my twin back too. Sorry I've been such a pain for so long. Forgive me?""
+""Of course.""
+""You gonna be reading those emails long?""
+""Tiffany...""
+She giggled. ""C'mon, you know you loved it.""
+""We shouldn't be doing this. You know that.""
+""Just fooling around a little. I have to see it. See if I can make it shoot like that again. We can be more careful about making a mess."" She tickled my ribs. ""Besides, you need some serious training in the kissing department.""
+Truth was, I'd been hoping for a repeat. ""Nothing crazy, Ok?""
+She grinned, then pulled my head down for a quick kiss. ""I promise. Now get undressed for me.""
+I put the laptop away, and stripped off my sleeping shorts and t-shirt. Tiffany took off her shirt, and she was naked, except for those same pink panties. She started peeling them off.
+""Tiff, you promised.""
+""Loosen up, Bret. It's not like you haven't seen it before. We're not going to fuck. I just figured if you're naked, I should be as well.""
+""Leave the panties on. They're cute,"" I said, hoping the little added comment would mollify her. It worked.
+She grinned, tugging at them. ""You like? Makes me seem almost innocent, doesn't it?""
+""Except for that amazing body. Kind of blows the innocent thing all out of the water."" I reached down and teasingly pulled at the waistband. ""Aren't these kind of ripe, sis? I've seen the same ones for three days.""
+She stuck her tongue out at me. ""I don't _think_ so. Most of mine are the same. I like these. Why should I wear a different style?""
+""You shouldn't. Trust me,"" I teased.
+She climbed in my lap, arms and legs around me. ""Kissing 101, to start.""
+Best class I ever took. She taught me what she liked, and by the time I noticed the clock it was after 1:00 and I'd been achingly hard for at least half an hour.
+""Alright. Getting better. You were always a quick learner. Now just lay back and let me play with my new toy for a while.""
+She'd been stroking my cock for a few minutes when she asked me if I ever used lotion. I didn't, I confessed, and I lost her for a couple of minutes before she returned with a bottle of moisturizer. Brazen girl, running around the house nearly naked. The lotion felt heavenly and after only a few minutes, she had me ready to shoot.
+""Getting close,"" I warned her.
+""Good.""
+She rested her head on my hip, getting a good close look, while her hand repeated the tantalizing motion up and down my shaft. She pressed her lips against my skin, and looked up at me. ""Come for me?""
+""Uh-huh,"" I moaned softly, and bit my lip as she got her wish.
+She was more careful with the outcome, leaving the mess on my chest and belly. She pulled out the paper towels, and cleaned me up.
+""Did you like that?"" she teased.
+""You know I did.""
+""Kissing refresher?""
+I pulled her up, and took my exam. She was half lying on me, her leg between mine, moving sinuously. She nibbled my ear. ""My turn?"" she whispered.
+My hands had been caressing her skin, gently brushing her chest. I rolled her onto her back, and explored her breasts, squeezing, licking, kissing.
+""You can be a little rougher. I don't mind.""
+I sucked her nipples powerfully, seeing how much of her tit I could fit in my mouth. Bit down a little to feel her squirm. ""How big are they?"" I asked.
+She giggled. ""It that all you guys think about? I'm a solid C-cup.""
+I slowly moved my hand down between her legs, wondering if she'd stop me. She opened them wide. ""Gentler down there, at least to start. Touch me, Bret.""
+It was incredibly exciting, sliding my fingers inside her panties, feeling the satiny soft flesh inside of her, the moistness bathing my fingers. I was pumping them in and out of her, feeling how deeply I could reach.
+""Not too much fingering,"" she whispered. ""Touch all around. You might want to rub the top area a little.""
+""Your clit?""
+""Yeah, not too hard on it. I get real sensitive.""
+For several minutes, my mouth enjoyed her tits, while my fingers played below.
+She was started to squirm a little pressing back against me. ""Kiss me,"" she pleaded.
+Her tongue was in my mouth, brushing against mine, when her mouth opened and I felt the gasp that preceded her coming for me.
+She nibbled my bottom lip. ""You're much better at that. Thanks.""
+In that moment, I realized how much time we'd lost. I rolled onto my back, pulling her with me, until she was lying on my chest. I kissed her a while, my hands exploring her backside.
+""You know I love you, right?"" I told her.
+She nodded, her lips leaving a trail of kisses across my face. ""I know. Me too."" She grinned. ""No need to get sappy about it.""
+""Brat.""
+She giggled. ""I'm going to do you again. Let's see if we can make it last a while. We need to teach you some staying power.""
+I did a little better. About 7 minutes according to the clock. She was pleased with that, as she cleaned me up the second time. ""Better. When you can last 10 minutes, we'll see if we can't up the ante.""
+I didn't ask her what that meant.
+Once she'd departed, I knew I needed more analysis. I connected Mom's phone to my laptop, and downloaded all her texts. Tiffany had been reading them, and it's not that I didn't trust her, but her thinking was pretty straightforward. I wanted to see if I could get anything else out of the messages.
+I could still smell her on the pillow next to me, as I went to sleep, ridiculously content, considering Mom might be in the middle of blowing up the family.
+* * * *
+The analysis was worthwhile. I was jotting down the essentials, when Tiffany the Magnificent came bouncing into my bedroom. She bounded onto the bed. ""What's up?"" she asked. ""You never, ever, come out of your cave anymore. Someone's going to get suspicious.""
+""I think I got it,"" I said.
+""Got what?""
+""Why she's doing it.""
+""No shit?"" She leaned against me, looking at the computer screen. ""Those are her texts,"" she said.
+""Yeah. It's sneaky. There's hints, but he doesn't come out and say it. Not in writing."" I flipped to the second tab. ""More important, we didn't look at Aunt Tina's texts.""
+""Aunt Tina? Why?""
+""She knows all about it, and I think she knows why.""
+""So you gonna keep being a dick, or you gonna tell me?""
+""Being a 'dick'? I spent three hours reviewing this, and I'm still not finished.""
+""Big brainy dick."" She giggled. ""And I meant that in the nicest way. Now spill.""  
+""He's given her two raises. He's paying her for almost full-time work, when she really puts in 4-5 hours a day. Promising her one of the jobs when her co- worker retires in the next six months.""
+""So she's a whore. He pays her, she screws around.""
+""Not so far. He wants her bad. She laughs about it with Aunt Tina. She was just leading him on, but now she's feeling a little guilty, and considering paying him off. It sounds like the full-time job offer was the kicker he needed to land her.""
+""A whore in training. Slut-Mom,"" Tiffany said
+""It's more than that. She was feeling,"" I looked up the text, ""unappreciated, unloved, and unfulfilled.""
+Tiffany sat back, leaning against the headboard. She was wearing a skirt, and I leaned over and lifted the end, peeking.
+""Bret!"" she whined, slapping the material down.
+""Just checking. Wanted to see if you'd changed the panties yet.""
+She stuck her tongue out at me. ""Stop. Save it for later. This is serious.""
+""I know. I think she's close to doing it.""
+""She can't! We gotta stop her.""
+""Won't do much good if we do. If she's feeling like she is, anyone paying her enough attention would probably get to her.""
+""This sucks! What are we gonna do?"" She cuddled up to me. ""I bet you have some idea, don't you brainy bro?""
+""Not yet. I'm still gathering info. Let me work on it.""
+""Tonight?"" she whispered, her breath warm against my ear.
+""Sure,"" I said, trying to act nonchalant.
+She gave me a peck on the cheek. ""You're not fooling me. You're looking forward to my visit even more than I am, and you know it.""
+I didn't answer. I didn't need to. We both knew she was right as rain.
+The beginning of a plan was starting to form, an hour later. I shut everything down, and searched out Mom. The least I could do was work on her feelings.
+She was in the laundry room, unloading the dryer. Dressed nicely again, wearing a skirt that was a little short for public, she was bent over at the waist, and I saw the tops of stockings. Not pantyhose, but stockings. I slid my arm around her waist. ""Let me help you Mom.""
+She was startled, but smiled for me. ""So you are alive.""
+I lifted the clothes basket on top of the dryer, turned and gave her a big hug. She looked surprise, but was grinning. ""What was that for?""
+""Because I love you, and don't tell you often enough what a great Mom you are. I appreciate everything you do, to make this family what it is. I know it must be a pain. Cooking, cleaning, and working.""
+She blushed, since I was still holding her. ""We all share chores,"" she said. ""Your father helps a lot.""
+""You need to offload some of this to Tiff and me. Make a little time for yourself. You and Dad both work too hard. Live a little, Mom!"" I gave her a little shake.
+""I don't know what's gotten into you,"" she laughed.
+""Nothing. I just look at the families of my friends. Houses without love. Broken families. Parents working on their third marriages. And I think about what we have here, two parents who love each other, and love us. I'm so lucky. I wouldn't trade places with anybody.""
+""Well, I'm pretty lucky too. Such wonderful children."" She had stopped leaning away from me, and let me pull her close. Her arms slid around my waist, her head pressed against my chest.
+I kissed her cheek. ""I got this. Go relax. Kick your shoes off. You deserve it.""
+She gave me a squeeze. ""What did I ever do to deserve such a wonderful boy?"" she whispered.
+""The question is, what did I ever do to deserve the best, most loving, and hottest Mom in world.""
+She giggled. ""I'm not 'hot' Bret.""
+""That's not what the guys are saying.""
+She raised one eyebrow, smirking. ""And just what are the 'guys' saying?""
+""MILFilicious. Eye-candy. Sexiest Mom in town. Cougar dream.""
+I still hadn't let her go. Her hands were resting against my chest, but from the waist down, we were still pressed together. She looked up at me, curious. ""Cougar dream?""
+""You know. Cougars. Mature women who date younger men. You're the fantasy. I think some of them would hit on you, if it wasn't so obvious how in love with Dad you are, and that you could never cheat on him. They get too crazy, I straighten them out.""
+""Crazy? How?""
+""Crazy talk. Dirty talk. I won't let them talk about you like that. Dressing nice doesn't mean anything. You've got a great body, it makes sense you'd want to show it off a little. Doesn't make you a slut or on the prowl.""
+""They... they say things like that?""
+""They're just jealous that their Mom's don't look or dress like you do. None of them."" I let her go. ""Go on. Get out of those sexy work clothes, and relax. I'll finish in here.""
+Mom nodded, and started to walk away. I saw one more opportunity to poke at her. Sexy little red lace panties. I lifted them. ""Hey Mom, maybe you should talk to Tiffany. She's getting pretty wild. I mean, seriously? Panties like these? A little over the top aren't they?""
+She turned red. ""They're not that bad, Bret.""
+""You're kidding, right? She's advertising. Everyone's going to think she's a slut.""
+""I... I'll talk to her,"" Mom mumbled.
+In the load of delicates were four different pair of pink bikini panties, and two more pair of racy, lacy, naughty ones. I was certain I knew which belonged to whom. Thank God for Tiffany paying attention to what was going on. I only hoped we weren't too late.
+After dinner, Dad gave me a credit card. ""Use it wisely. I'm going to trust you not to be wasteful. It's got a $1000 limit, prepaid.""
+I was a little surprised at the rapid response. Tiffany was watching and had a cow. ""A credit card? How come _he_ gets a credit card!""
+""It's for his college applications, Sugar,"" Dad reassured her.
+""What about mine?"" she whined.
+Dad gave her a knowing look. ""You're thinking of going to college?""
+She blushed. ""Of course! Why not?""
+""Did you even take your SATs? What about your grades? Where did you have in mind?"" Dad asked.
+""I figured wherever. Maybe UT, it's not like there's any rush is there?""
+Dad looked over at me.
+""Tiff, early admission has already ended for a lot of schools. I'd say that for about a third of them, and most of the better ones, the application deadline for fall admittance is January first. That's less than five weeks away. The last SAT test date this year is December 7th, and registration for that one is already closed.""
+She looked confused. ""Some schools are later than January 1st, aren't they?""
+I nodded. ""A lot of them. I'll be honest. I thought you were going the Community College route. You never talk about university. You should have been taking your SATs long ago. It took me five tries to get my 2400.""
+""What about the ACT?"" she asked.
+""Test registration for the December test was November 22nd,"" I explained. A week ago.
+""I... I can't believe none of you told me!"" she whined. ""Like I don't matter. Only Bret. Smart Bret, special Bret! It's not fair!"" she finally screamed, marching out of the room.
+I felt bad for her. She was right. Our parents never pressed either of us very hard. I worked at school because I wanted too. Somebody should have been lighting a fire under my sister's butt about six months earlier.
+Mom and Dad were looking at each other with concern.
+""I'll talk to her. I know what's going on. I'll take care of it. If she wants to go to college it's not a problem, is it?""
+Dad shook his head. ""No, we'll manage somehow. I don't know about a $50K a year private school, but we'll figure out something.""
+""Good. Let me deal with it.""
+Mom looked worried. ""You can help her, Bret?""
+""Yeah. I painted a pretty bleak picture. Lots of schools have later admission, rolling admissions, that kind of stuff. Worse comes to worse, we can get her into the community college, and fix her grades and test scores before working on a four year plan.""
+I knocked on her door, and opened it when she didn't answer. She glared at me. ""Here to rub it in, Mr. Perfect?""
+I closed the door and sat on the bed beside her. ""How come you never said anything about college, Tiff?""
+She pouted. ""What, I'm too stupid for college now?""
+""I never said that. Hell, you're as smart as me, you just don't apply yourself. You could get in anywhere you wanted, with a little effort.""
+""So it's too late now, I guess.""
+It wasn't. We talked. Talked about her future for the first time. What time constraints we were working with, what courses she'd need, the tests she'd need to take in January, what she wanted to do, all the stuff that should have been discussed a year earlier.
+A week earlier, I might not have even cared. How sad is that? Now, after our time together, I wanted, no, needed to help her.
+""Give me a few days to figure it out, Ok? We'll talk then, and I'll see what the best choices are.""
+""Can we even afford it?"" she asked softly.
+""Dad says yes. Heck, I'm probably going free wherever I choose. As long as you don't choose somewhere like SMU or Rice, we can probably swing it.""
+""You think so?""
+""Pretty sure. We'll work it out, alright?""
+She nodded, the tears she'd shed earlier all gone. That had surprised me. Tiffany was tough, rarely cried. ""I gotta finish up some school work. See you later?""
+She smiled. ""You know it. We still have the big issue to deal with.""
+* * * *
+The clock started striking, and I looked up from my laptop in anticipation. More news, I don't know how good it was.
+The clock chimes were becoming Pavlovian. I felt myself hardening at the idea of my sister joining me. Sure enough, before it had finished striking, she was slipping in the door, closing it behind her. She had Mom's phone in hand again, and was undressing before the clock stopped. She looked up at me with a teasing grin, thumbs hooking in the sides of those teasing pink panties. Tugging at them, giving me a questioning look.
+I shook my head and she pouted, crawling into the bed beside me. ""News?"" she asked, while her hand slipped under the covers, sliding up my thigh, coming to rest on my erection. She grinned mischievously.
+""Plenty. Went through her other emails, text messages. Aunt Tina's trouble. She's encouraging Mom. Apparently she had her own little fling last year, and Mom knows about it. She's not the only one either. Mrs. Ellis is in on it.""
+Tiffany stroked me softly. ""Shit. Are all these women crazy? I can't believe Uncle Tim would put up with Aunt Tina cheating. And Mrs. Ellis? It's hard to believe she even _could_ cheat! I mean, seriously, who would want to, with her?""
+I sighed, enjoying the stroking. ""Not much new news, other than that,"" I said. ""Text from the Fat Bastard, confirming Monday at 6:00. Wants to meet at the restaurant in the Marriott. That's not good.""
+She pushed my laptop out of the way, and pulled the covers aside, scooting down to get a better look at my cock as she stroked it. ""That really sucks. What's your plan for stopping her on Monday?""
+""No... plan,"" I said, getting distracted.
+She hopped up and gave me a quick peck on the lips. Climbed across me, lying down and leaning over the edge of the bed. I couldn't resist fondling her cute butt cheeks, before she came up with the roll of paper towels. She unrolled a few sheets, folded them, and laid them across my belly. ""Let's keep it neat.""
+She stroked my cock steadily, aimed up my body, and move upward, until we were face to face. ""Wanna practice kissing?"" she teased.
+""W... While you're doin' that?"" I gasped.
+She nodded, and her lips descended on mine. She kissed me, and after a few seconds, bit my lips. ""Pay attention, Bret! Kiss me back, and make it good, or I'm stopping.""
+She started up again, and I did my best to remember what we'd gone over before. It was kinda good, concentrating on kissing her, it distracted me a little from what her hand was doing. Not enough, and after a few minutes I was groaning in her mouth.
+She pulled back, her lips a scant inch from mine. ""Come for me, bro.""
+She got her wish, and I breathed again, as she folded up the paper towel, wiping the head of my cock clean, and crumpled it up, tossing it toward the garbage can by my desk. She grinned. ""Not bad. You lasted pretty long, the kissing is better, and hardly any hassle cleaning up.""
+She rolled over and lay on top of me, her beautiful breasts pressing against my chest. ""You really gonna help me with the college thing?"" she asked softly, resting her head on my shoulder.
+My hands were wandering rather freely, and found themselves in her panties, rubbing her butt. ""You're my sis, Tiffany. Even when we were at our worst, you must know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you.""
+She sighed. ""I know."" Her lips pressed against my neck. ""You know I feel the same, right? You may piss me off, but you're still my bro.""
+""It's gonna sound horrible, but I'm glad Mom started messin' around,"" I told her.
+She giggled. ""I was thinking the same thing. We still gotta stop her, but if she hadn't, we'd still be fighting, wouldn't we?""
+""I imagine so.""
+""What do we do about her?""
+I had been thinking about it. I rolled her over, lying on top of her. Moved down a little so I could play with her breasts. ""I'm thinking three things,"" I said, squeezing her tits.
+She pushed my hands away, gently. ""Sometime I can't believe you're my brother. If you're gonna play with them, treat 'em right. Get me worked up a little, don't just go grabbin' and squeezin', numbnuts.""
+I cupped them in my hands, feeling their soft fullness. Gentler, rubbing my thumb across her nipples. She sighed. ""Like your sister's titties, do ya?""
+""They're perfect,"" I muttered, distracted from what we'd been talking about.
+She pushed me off of her. ""Come here, clueless. They're your first tits, aren't they?""
+I nodded. ""Pretty much everything's a first, Tiff.""
+Her look softened. She lay on her back, and tapped the bed beside her. ""Here, on your side. You'll have free access. Touch and caress, but start easy for now. I guess some girls like it rougher, but I don't. Play with them but be gentle.""
+I did as she said, one arm underneath her head, cuddled in close, the other hand just grazing her skin, touching her all over.
+""Better. Much better. Now tell me about the plan again. Three things...""
+I leaned forward and kissed her cheek. ""First, we convince Mom she's loved and appreciated. We have to figure out how to get Dad paying her more attention.""
+""Loved, check.""
+""Then we work on the guilt, happy family, the risk, divorce, all that scary stuff,"" I said. I saw her nipples were hardening. Pretty little things.
+""Guilt, check.""
+""Finally we interfere with the troublemakers. Fat Bastard most of all, we gotta try to keep him from her. Stop Aunt Tina from encouraging her. Her and Mrs. Ellis.""
+""Interfere, check,"" she said softer, squirming a little under my touch. Her hand grabbed mine, and brought it back to her tit, after it started wandering along her belly. ""I guess 'How?' is the real question.""
+""She doesn't see him on weekends. We'll have lots of time tomorrow and Sunday to start paying her attention. Still gotta figure out how to get Dad working on her,"" I said. My fingertips grabbed her nipple and tugged lightly, feeling the firmness.
+""Mmm,"" she purred. ""That's nice, Bret."" She was quiet for a few seconds, and twisted her torso a little. I figured it was a hint to pay the other one attention, and I did. ""What about interfering?""
+""Still have to come up with a plan for Monday. I... I was thinking of something pretty radical, for the guilt.""
+""Scoot down a little, bro. Kiss my booby.""
+I pressed my lips to her firm flesh, shifting lower on the bed. Lots of little kisses.
+""I wanna feel your tongue,"" she whispered. ""How radical?""
+I don't know how I was supposed to respond, licking and talking at the same time. I kissed her nipple. ""Let Mr. Ellis now about his wife's infidelity.""
+""Wow. That would cause some serious trouble,"" Tiffany said.
+""Let Mom see the risk, the danger. Also get Mrs. Ellis to stop telling her it's Ok, that there's no risk if she's careful.""
+My lips were hovering over her nipple, kissing, and tonguing it lightly. ""Suck it,"" she whispered, huskily.
+I did, softly, then a little more firmly. ""How? How do we unmask her?""
+""He's gotta have a work email. Most businesses use the same pattern, something like first initial, last name. I can figure it out, given a little time. Once I have it, I can forward some of the texts from his wife, hiding who they were sent to.""
+""She might blame Mom. What if she tells Dad?""
+""Probably be trouble, but she hasn't really done anything. She doesn't talk about the things she's done in the texts. She could deny it. Like I said, trouble, but not that bad.""
+""Suck, bro. Less talking, more sucking."" She turned a little, giving me access to both her tits. I shut up, and enjoyed them for quite a while. She eventually pushed me away. ""We've got to shave you next time. That was like sandpaper there for a while."" She pushed me onto my back. ""Wait here.""
+She left, and returned shortly with the lotion. ""Time for blast-off number two. I'm gonna try to make you come. Hold out as long as you can. We're shooting for 10 minutes.""
+She laid out her paper-towels, lathered up her hands and started playing with my cock. She didn't seem to mind when I started playing with her tits. She even giggled softly. ""Takin' your chances, aren't you? Think that's gonna help you hold out longer?""
+I realized it would have just the opposite effect, and leaned back, hands behind my head, and let her work. Tried to distract myself thinking of what to do. ""I'm gonna upload a program on Mom's phone. It will let me monitor her GPS and see where she goes. It'll also forward her texts. I'll forward them to your phone, since I hardly ever check mine.""
+""Mmmhmm,"" she murmured, adding some more lotion and stroking. ""God, you have a nice one, bro.""
+I watched her hands, and had to turn away before I got too worked up. Too exciting, seeing the way she was looking at my cock, stroking it. ""Any ideas were you want to go to college?""
+She shrugged. ""Not really. I know a lot of people going to UT, A&M, Tech, UTD, and UNT.""
+""They're good schools, you know. All have their specialties. Not too hard to get into. I'm gonna need your transcripts.""
+""But I haven't taken the SAT, and my grades kinda suck.""
+""Entrance essay. Great essays make up for a lot. There's other things we can do. Don't sweat it, Tiff. I got this. I just need your info.""
+She stretched out, bringing her face in line with her hand. ""You're doing great, bro. After the first couple of times, I never thought you'd last more than a couple of minutes. You gettin' bored with me?""
+I chuckled. ""Talk to me about schooling. If I think about what you're doing, it's all over.""
+She brought her face closer, until I could feel her breath. ""This? A little handjob? If you can't survive a few minutes of this, how are you ever gonna make it through the next phase?""
+""Tiff..."" I moaned, her face so sexy, her teasing driving me crazy.
+""Long enough. Come for me Bret. Now. I need it,"" she whispered, her hand moving faster.
+I groaned, surrendering to her. I thrust against her hand with my hips, and erupted. The first blast cleared the top of the paper towel, making her chuckle. She continued jerking me off, milking me dry. When I was done she took her time cleaning me up with the paper towels. I got a nice little sister kiss, nothing crazy, and then she rolled over on her back, wriggling out of her panties. This time I didn't discourage her.
+""Your turn, Bret. Let's see what you've got. Tease me, touch me, make me come for you.""
+Having free access to her body made my heart race. I explored her, caressing her, kissing her all over. Her hand brushed across my skin, through my hair, encouraging me. Her soft words did the same, letting me know what she liked. I stayed at her torso for several minutes, before moving lower. She opened her legs, making herself available to me, and I was lost.  
+So damn sexy. The first pussy I'd seen, and the sight, the smell, the feel drove all reason out of my head. I touched her tentatively, wanting to see what her flesh felt like, opening her a little, tugging on the flaps of skin.
+""Is... is it your first time, bro?""
+""Seeing one? Yes."" I confessed.
+""What do you think? Talk to me,"" she said softly.
+""Amazing. Beautiful. Sexy,"" I said, my fingertip piercing her softly, pulling downward, opening her a bit.
+She giggled. ""Now you know how I feel about your big thing.""
+""But you've seen others...""
+""Not like yours. It's amazing. Big and beautiful. Sexy as hell.""
+Using both hands, I opened her wider, peering at the pink flesh within. An image passed through my mind, the pink of her panties hiding the sexy pink flesh inside. I leaned forward and was struck with her smell. It was almost like an ice-cream brain-freeze, less painful, almost as shocking. I breathed deeply.
+""Kiss it?"" she asked softly. ""Please?""
+I trailed a line of kisses up the inside of each thigh, until I was alternating kisses on each side of it. I kissed the soft folds on each side of her opening, letting the tip of my tongue draw across her skin after each one. I kissed in the middle, my lips meeting her naughty ones.
+""Higher, kiss me higher.""
+A few more little kisses, slower, my tongue brushing her flesh, moving upward.
+""Higher,"" she gasped softly.
+At the top of her opening, I saw where the flesh folded and bulged. Bright pink on the inside. I pulled her skin outward, getting a good look, before bringing my lips down and kissing her tenderly, my tongue flirting with her skin, moving, brushing, teasing, in the way she'd been teaching me to kiss.
+""There!"" she moaned. ""Kiss me there, bro!""
+The feel of her response was exhilarating. I planted my lips on her flesh, firmly. Sucking and kissing, exploring and teasing, my tongue pushing around the little ball of flesh hidden at the top, making her gasp and squirm.
+I may be clueless, but I'm not an idiot. I'd seen my share of porn. Read quite a bit. I knew it was her clittoris, knew the clinical names: her mons pubis, clittoral glans & hood, labia majora, labia minora, vagina, perineum. Hell, I was a teenage male; I'd studied the damn thing.
+Trust me, the real thing was a whole lot better.
+Her legs were shaking, the moaning more intense. I was afraid I was going to have to stop and gag her. Her thighs closed tightly around my head, and her hand grabbed me by the hair, and pulled me down. The strangest part of it was, it didn't hurt. I liked it. Liked what I could do to her. Make 'experienced' Tiff lose a little control.
+Whatever I was doing, with the sucking and tongue teasing, must have been good for her. She slammed her hips up into my face, whimpering hard, her thighs trying to crush my head. When she finally relaxed, she was stroking my hair softly. I was still glued to the top of her pussy.
+""Slow, easy,"" she whispered. ""I'm tender.""
+I backed off, planting little kisses, my tongue brushing against her fleetingly.
+""Jesus, Bret. You're a _lot_ better at that. Not great yet. I'm going to enjoy training you up.""
+I wiped by moist face on the bedspread, gave her a last little kiss down there, and moved up the bed. She rolled over into my arms, kissing my face.
+""What did you think? You like doing that?"" she asked softly.
+""Loved doing it for you,"" I confessed.
+She grinned. ""Just for me?""
+I nodded. ""Don't imagine it would be the same with anyone else. I mean, you're so pretty down there, smell so good. The way you reacted. Everything.""
+She kissed my chest. ""Good answer bro. In case you didn't figure it out, I liked it a lot. I'm not freaking you out, am I? This is all kinda quick between us. I... I wasn't expecting it. Not by a long shot.""
+My hands caressed her soft body. ""Yeah, it's weird. Never really thought of you in this way, until...""
+She popped her head up, looking at me. ""Until when?""
+""The first night you came in here. You bent over to tuck the towel back at the bottom of the door. I saw your panties, the flash of pink, and realized you had a great butt. The whole thought of that almost freaked me out.""
+She pouted. ""Not when I walked in on you stroking it?""
+I felt awkward again. ""Uh... I was actually kind of pissed then. Not thinking of you.""
+""I thought of you, after. A lot.""
+I gave her buns a squeeze. ""That's 'cause you're a slut,"" I teased.
+""And you're clueless,"" she reminded me.
+""You're gonna fix that right?""
+She smiled, and licked my chest. ""Oh yeah. I'll fix that. Just like you're gonna fix the Mom thing, and my college future.""
+I chuckled. ""Sounds like I'm getting the better part of the deal.""
+""You are. But you're my bro. My twin. I'll do anything for you.""
+""Except actually acknowledge my presence at school.""
+She blushed. ""That's asking a lot. We'll see. Fix everything, and we'll see.""
+I made her leave Mom's phone, which I loaded the GPS tracker app on before replacing it in the parental unit's room. I couldn't help but notice they were sleeping about as far apart as they could, on the king mattress. Maybe the problem was bigger than we thought.
+* * * *
+I had scheduled my first CLEP for that Saturday. Didn't get home until about 3:00, confident I'd earned a few more credits. When I got home, Dad was working in the garage. I saw he was pulling together his fishing gear. He'd stopped asking me to join him years ago. I wasn't into fishing. Maybe I should have tried it. I don't know. Seemed kind of late now.
+Mom was doing her weekly ironing, and Tiffany was nowhere to be found.
+""How'd the test go?"" Mom asked, adjusting Dad's shirt on the ironing board.
+""Good. Pretty sure I aced it. Where's Tiffany?""
+Mom gave me an odd look. ""Out with her friends. Surprised you would ask, you two don't seem to get along much anymore.""
+I tried to hide any evidence of guilt. ""I, uh, wanted to talk about the college thing. If I'm gonna help her get into any schools, I'm gonna need a lot more info from her.""
+Mom smiled. ""It's so good of you to help her. I want you to know that your Dad and I really appreciate that. You can use your new card for any of her applications. Let us know when it gets low, and we'll add to it.""
+I took the shirts she'd finished, and gave her a kiss on the neck as I passed by. I think I surprised her. ""I'm gonna put these away for you. Anything else I can help with?""
+""If you wouldn't mind doing some of the folding, I'd appreciate it.""
+I hung up the shirts, and folded the clothes beside her. We talked. It was good. I realized that for the last couple of years, I never really made time to talk to the family. I'd have to do something about that.
+The second load was dry when I finished putting away the folded clothes. I pulled everything out, and when Tiffany's pink panties tumbled out, I found myself getting hard. Embarrassing. I did my best to hide it, keeping the clothing in front of me, and turning a little away from Mom.
+""You don't have to do that,"" Mom said. ""I know you have your studies to do.""
+""I don't mind. I'm caught up with everything."" I turned toward her. ""Dad's going fishing?""
+She nodded. ""Early tomorrow. Who knows, maybe he'll even catch a fish."" Something in the way she said it made me feel that she wasn't very enthusiastic about the idea. I didn't stay on the subject.
+I was carrying the last folded clothes to the rooms, when Tiffany arrived home. She took one look at my hands full of clothing, and smiled, glancing over at Mom, and gave me a wink.
+""Hey, Mom,"" she said. ""You think we could go dress-shopping tomorrow? I need something for the Christmas formal.""
+Mom looked stunned. I stopped my task, and watched.
+""You want me to go with you?"" Mom asked.
+Tiffany grabbed the latest batch of ironed clothes. ""Of course. You know more about dressing up than anybody. All the girls say so. They wish their Moms could dress half as sexy as you.""
+Mom blushed. ""I... I don't really dress sexy. I just like to dress nice now and then,"" she said.
+Tiffany wouldn't let it go. ""Sexy, Mom. I'm 18 now, I need some of your clothes-smarts.""
+I think Mom was torn between embarrassment and pride. ""Sure. That would be fun. After lunch?""
+Tiffany nodded, giving Mom a kiss on the cheek. ""Great. You're the best.""
+She walked my way, grinning, and gave me another wink.
+I disappeared into my cave for a while, doing a little research, both on the schooling and on our little 'problem'. I was at it longer than I thought, and didn't come out until I was called down for dinner.
+It was pretty typical for us, and I realized we didn't talk much at dinner. Tiffany did, but the rest of us were more sounding boards. I wondered when that had happened?
+Dad told us he was going to bed early, he was getting up at 4:00 am. Tiffany and I insisted we'd take care of the leftovers and dishes, and that Mom should relax and watch TV.
+""Plans, _big_ bro?"" my sister whispered at the sink.
+""Nothing special. Hang out with Mom.""
+""Let's liquor her up,"" Tiffany said.
+Didn't sound like a bad idea to me. Maybe we could get her to talk. I opened a bottle of wine, poured Mom a big class, and poured smaller ones for Tiff and me. I carried Mom's out to her. She looked up in surprise.
+""What's this for?"" she asked.
+""Nothing special. You work hard all week, then do all the house chores on Saturday, you deserve to unwind a little.
+By the second bottle, Mom was leaning against me while I massaged her shoulders. Her feet were in Tiffany's lap, getting a foot-rub. We could hear Dad's snoring from where we were.
+""Mmmm,"" Mom purred. ""I could get used to this."" It looked like she was feeling no pain.
+""Best Mom in the world,"" I said. I looked down at Tiffany and she pursed her lips in a kiss, and nodded toward Mom. I took the hint, leaned down and kissed Mom's cheek.
+She giggled. She had finished almost a full bottle by herself, so it wasn't surprising. ""Best kids,"" she answered, reaching up and patting my hand.
+""Bret kissed a girl. I heard he might have gotten to second base,"" Tiffany teased. I could feel the blood rushing to my face.
+""Bret?"" She turned and looked up at me. ""Who? You've got a girlfriend now?""
+""Just a friend,"" I said. ""Probably won't be many more kisses, she said I was lousy at it.""
+She giggled again. "" _My_ boy, a lousy kisser. I don't believe it.""
+""That's what she said,"" I replied, glaring at my sister. She stuck her tongue out at me.
+""Why? How? What did you do wrong?"" Mom asked. She rose up a little higher, her arm leaning on my thigh, twisting on the couch.
+""I don't know. It's not like I ever kissed anyone before,"" I said.
+""Never? Really?"" Mom seemed surprised.
+She looked back at Tiffany. ""I imagine you've kissed a few boys.""
+Tiffany grinned. ""A few. No complaints. We're not all clueless nerds.""
+Mom pouted. ""You shouldn't tease your brother. With all he's gonna do for you, college and all."" She took another big sip of her wine, finishing another glass. I was refilling it, when she continued badgering Tiffany. ""You should show him how.""
+Her words shocked me to the core. That Mom would even contemplate that!
+Tiffany answered in what I hoped was mock disgust. ""Me? Kiss _him_? You've got to be kidding!""
+Mom frowned. ""I'm not kidding. Don't be selfish!""
+Tiff rolled her eyes. ""No way. He's my brother, for Christ's sake!""
+Mom gasped. ""Don't you swear in this house! What's wrong with you?""
+This wasn't going well. Last thing I wanted was for Mom to be upset. I started rubbing her shoulders again. ""It's no big deal, Mom. Really.""
+I finally got an inkling of Tiffany's intentions when she said, ""You teach him, if it's no big deal.""
+Mom blushed. ""But I'm his mother!""
+""And I'm his sister. Who's the selfish one now, Mom? I'm sure you have a lot more experience at kissing than me.""
+""It's not the same, baby,"" she whined. ""I gave up that kind of kissing years ago. I'm married now.""
+""You don't kiss Dad like you did when you guys were dating?"" Tiffany asked.
+Mom shook her head slowly. ""Things change, after 20 years. You wouldn't understand.""
+""When's the last time you kissed anyone for real? Like you meant it?"" Tiffany asked.
+If anything, Mom blushed harder. She took a deep drink from her glass. ""I told you, it's been a while with your father.""
+I was afraid my sister was going to push it. ""I guess I'm not the only one who needs practice,"" I teased.
+Mom grinned, and I could see her eyes were a little unfocused. I think the wine was doing its part. ""Me? Practice? I'll have you know, I'm a _very_ good kisser. Very, very good.""
+Tiffany was pushing again. ""Why do I think that's your ego talking, Mom? Maybe you thought you were good once.""
+Mom frowned. ""You don't think I know how to kiss?""
+Tiff shrugged her shoulders. ""Not for real. Not the way I do.""
+Mom struggled to sit up. ""You're wrong. I'm not good, I'm the best! Everyone says so.""
+""Who's everyone, Mom?"" Tiffany teased.
+Mom took another drink. ""You know what I mean. Back then.""
+""In the stone ages? You don't use it, you lose it,"" Tiffany said.
+""You think so? Why don't we let Bret decide, or are you too afraid?"" Mom snapped.
+""I will if you will,"" was my sister's answer, said with a mocking grin.
+Mom sat straighter, brushed her hair back. ""Alright, Bret. Looks like it's your lucky night.""
+I was leaning back against the couch arm, and she turned and climbed up on top of me. ""Pretend I'm your new girlfriend. Don't do anything at first, just let me kiss you. When you have a feel for it, you can do a little of what I do."" She looked over at my sister. ""Not too much, understand. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself.""
+She placed her face in front of mine, and whispered, ""We'll start slow. Work up to a good one, Ok? Don't think about it, just go with the flow. Now close your eyes.""
+She started by brushing her lips across mine. Little light kisses around my face, stopping by my lips every now and then. The pauses at my mouth were getting longer, and I felt the tip of her tongue brush my upper lip. I could taste the wine on her breath, and my hands moved down to hold her.
+She wiggled against me, getting comfortable, and her lips settled on mine, sucking, dragging her teeth across my lip, her tongue tracing the outline, before sliding between them. Her lips were soft and moist. Little fleeting touches of her lips, pressing against my teeth, parting them. I opened my mouth for her, and her tongue lashed in, brushing mine. My hands seemed to have a mind of their own, sliding down the small of her back resting on her bottom.
+Her tongue retreated, and she whispered, ""Kiss me, baby boy.""
+I tried some of what she'd done, the little flickering of the tongue, the exploration. She backed off a hair. ""Lighter touch, to start. Tease me, make me want more. Like this."" Her lips descended on mine, and her tongue was a devilish thing, teasing, taunting, tracing my teeth, sliding across my tongue fleetingly. When it retreated I did much of the same. She was a little low, and I had to bend over a little to kiss her. I grabbed her butt cheeks, and pulled her up my body a couple of inches, feeling her breasts against my chest.
+She was between my legs, and moaned a little as I moved her. Her tongue started teasing mine, then wrestled with it a little. As I pulled it back, she followed, giving chase, her warm wet tongue filling my mouth. I echoed her moan. Before I knew it, our heads had shifted, our mouths at an angle, and my tongue was in her mouth, exploring, learning. I tried to see how far back I could reach, and she pulled back. ""Not that,"" she whispered. ""Not yet. Don't do in more than about half-way.""
+Her lips met mine, and I drifted away, my whole world my mother's mouth, our kiss intense, passionate. She changed, her lips drawing back, her tongue still teasing me. Mine pursued her, and hers drew circles around mine, sucking on it, dragging her teeth along the bottom. She was nibbling my lips, kissing my face, opening my mouth and dominating me, before retreating shyly, inviting me to do the same. Her hands were in my hair, her fingers running through it, her body twisting sensuously.
+I was hard as a rock, and could feel her body pressed against my erection, pushing and retreating. I had one arm behind her, holding her from escaping, the other playing with her bottom. Her movements slowed, her tongue retracting, only making teasing caresses. A final shower of little kisses ended with a closed mouth kiss that was almost as intense as the best of it. Her hand caressed my cheek, softly. She pulled away, and I opened my eyes. She was smirking. ""Can Momma kiss, or what?""
+""Wow,"" I gasped.
+She gave me a quick peck, and grinned. ""You're not a bad kisser, Bret. I think you just need some guidance and practice.""
+""Damn, Mom. That was hot!"" Tiffany said from right beside us. I had no idea she had moved that close. She was kneeling beside the couch, her face only a few inches from ours. ""Are you _sure_ you haven't been practicing?""
+Mom blushed. ""Still think your old mother doesn't know what she's doing? Let's see you match that, ornery thing.""
+She climbed off of me, and I'm sure it was an accident when Mom's hand brushed across my erection.
+Tiffany poked me. ""Sit up, bro.""
+I did, facing her, and she climbed in my lap, straddling me. ""Let's see if the old lady taught you anything.""
+Mom huffed, ""Old lady, my ass."" She sipped her wine, watching us.
+Tiffany and I went through kissing 101, and moved straight to kissing 410, senior level work. After a few minutes, I started responding to her the way Mom had kissed me. I felt her melting into my arms, letting me kiss her, grinding her crotch against me. I held her head, kissing her with the passion Mom had shown me, conquering her mouth, making claim to it, finishing with the flurry I'd learned only minutes earlier.
+She pulled away, and I saw surprise in her eyes. ""Wow,"" she said.
+Mom laughed. "" _Still_ think I don't know what I'm doing?""
+Tiffany shook her head. ""Teach him some more. I gotta learn this stuff.""
+Mom gave Tiffany a nudge, and took her place on my lap. ""There's so much more, baby boy. Slow and easy, passionate, teasing. So many ways to show your lover how you feel. This time, we're gonna go for something a little different.""
+Little different meant starting gentle, then moving to a deep kiss, her tongue barely moving, exploring at a snail's pace, running along every groove in my teeth, learning the entire layout of my mouth.
+The kissing was only half of it. Her hands moved almost as slowly, touching me, caressing my shoulders, my chest, down my sides, my arms, my neck. She drew away. ""The touching, Bret. Touch me like I'm touching you, slow, easy, gentle. It's part of it.""
+My hands explored Mom's back, her sides, down to her bottom and back up again. I was nervous when I brought them up her sides, under her arms, moving forward, feeling the swell of her breasts, tracing their outline, brushing across her nipples.
+""Fingertips,"" she whispered, slipping her mouth away for a moment, kissing my jaw-line, licking my neck.
+I touched her lightly, tracing the edge of her bra, moving up to her neck, then sliding down her cleavage against her bare skin. I could feel her crotch gliding up and down my length, her hips hunching then grinding. ""Mmmm, Momma's _big_ boy,"" she purred while my lips and tongue matched her earlier movements, along her neck and up to her ear. My fingers struggled with her top button, finally succeeding and moving to the next.
+""Patience,"" she purred, her eyes closed, her head tilted to give me access to her neck. ""Slowly, one button at a time. Caress, touch, explore, unbutton.""  
+I have no idea how long we were at it. She was sitting in my lap, her shirt gone, her bra undone, my hands inside the loose holder, cupping her breasts, gently teasing her nipples. Her hips were making small circles, grinding against my aching cock. She was driving me crazy. I reached down, grabbed her bottom, and pulled her against me, humping against her. Her mouth descended on mine with a renewed passion, and she whimpered softly, moaning into my lips. I could feel her legs trembling, and her mouth went slack. She groaned, her hips twitching manically, rubbing against my shaft. I grunted, squeezing her ass fiercely, as I made a mess in my pants. She tore her lips off mine, lowered her head to my shoulder, biting down and stifling a scream.
+I held her softly, waiting for her teeth to release me. She kissed my shoulder, my neck, my cheek, my lips. She gave me a naughty little smile. ""Now _that's_ how you kiss.""
+I pulled her head forward, kissing her lips. ""I love you, Mom,"" I said.
+She grinned, and gave me a quick peck on the lips. ""I know, baby.""
+She climbed off of me, and leaned back on the couch, breathing deep and slow. ""I think that's the end of kissing lessons for the night.""
+Tiffany moved over and cuddled up to Mom, sandwiching her between us. ""How come you don't kiss Dad like that anymore?""
+Mom's smile disappeared. ""I... I don't think he wants me to. Not for a while now. We... don't do much of anything."" She leaned into me, and I could feel her tears against my skin. She was shaking. ""I think he doesn't want me anymore.""
+""Impossible,"" I said. I hugged her close, trying to brush away her tears.
+""Four months,"" she whined. ""Four months since... since...""
+Tiffany was hugging her from behind. ""Since you made love?""
+Mom nodded. ""I dress up for him, try to look my best. I bought some special outfits. He won't hardly touch me."" She was crying hard, and I lifted her and pulled her into my lap. I held her close, trying to ignore the fact that her bra had slid up her chest, and her tits were right in front of me, bare.
+Tiffany moved closer, rubbing Mom's legs soothingly. She reached up and fixed her bra, still lose, but covering her.
+That seemed to wake Mom up. She sat upright, reaching behind her and re- closing her bra strap. She shook her hair back, and sighed. ""I... I think we got a little carried away,"" she said calmly. She gave me a sad little smile. ""I don't think your new girl will think you're a lousy kisser anymore.""
+I leaned over and kissed her softly. ""Thanks, Mom. I'm sorry if I got a bit out of control. I... I didn't know, that was amazing.""
+Her smile grew a little. ""I'm glad someone thinks so."" She reached down for her shirt, then rubbed her hand slowly down my chest. ""You're all grown up now, aren't you?""
+""Gettin' there,"" I confessed.
+Mom nodded. ""Don't teach your sister _everything_ we just did. She is your sister, after all.""
+""Mo-om,"" Tiffany whined.
+Mom grinned, leaned over and gave Tiff a peck on the lips. ""I think I should go to bed now, before things get any crazier. You two be good."" I got a nice little lip-lock before she left, and walked unsteadily away.
+Tiffany watched her go, then turned to me. ""I guess that changes everything,"" she said.
+I nodded.
+She glanced down at the huge wet spot on my crotch. ""You need to clean up."" She looked over at the clock. ""I'll see you in about an hour,"" she whispered.
+I hit the bathroom, taking off my pants and soiled underwear and dumping them in the dirty laundry. I noticed a pink lotion on the sink, and it reminded me of Tiff's panties. I started to get hard, while I wiped myself clean. A hell of an evening.
+* * * *
+Dad's computer was more of a challenge. Cracking into the computer wasn't that bad. Getting the password to his email was. His mail was stored on the company computer, using IMAP. I finally found a free tool to crack the password, and then I was in.
+He was also better about hiding his tracks. It took me a while of going through his temp files to get a feel for what he was doing and where he was going. He had a Gmail email account, and I took a flier and used my Web- browser Password Viewer. Hit the jackpot with every password that Chrome of Internet explorer had ever saved. It hadn't saved his Gmail one, but Dad had a bad habit. His passwords were all very similar, using a core password, with an ending customized for each site. Adding 'gm' to the end of his core password had me in.
+I didn't worry about going through it then. Since it was cloud based, I could access it from anywhere. Satisfied that I had his info, I hid my tracks, shut everything down, and returned to my room.
+I'd only been there for about 15 minutes, when the sweetest sound in the world started.
+Halfway through the announcement of midnight, Tiffany slipped into the room. She was bare handed.
+""Mom's phone?""
+""Wasn't on the charger. I couldn't find it,"" Tiffany explained, peeling her top off and climbing into bed beside me, naked except for - you got it - little pink panties.
+I was typing away on the laptop, setting up an IMAP email account from Dad's settings. Tiff cuddled up to me. ""Whatcha doing?"" She said it in her baby sister voice. Almost irresistible.
+""Snaggin' Dad's work and personal emails.""
+She slid her hand inside the back of my shirt, wriggling closer. ""How long before you've got it?""
+""Already have both. Just making it so I can read them from my computer, without leaving too much of a trace.""
+She giggled, nibbling on my shoulder. ""You're really good at this stuff, aren't you? How long did it take you?""
+""Less than an hour. It's not that difficult.""
+""Maybe not for you, big brainy bro.""
+Her lips were at my neck, teasing me. ""Tiff...""
+""Put it aside, Bret. We need to talk about tonight, don't you think?""
+""Talk?""
+""To start."" She reached forward and closed the lid of my laptop. With a sigh I put it to the side. Just in time, before she climbed on top of me, pushing me back on the bed.
+""Tiffany..."" I warned.
+""God, that was hot. Watching you and Mom go at it. You know she got off, rubbing against you.""
+I nodded, my lips otherwise occupied a few seconds later.
+""You think Dad's seeing someone else?"" she asked, when we came up for a breather.
+""I would have thought it was impossible, but then I thought the same about Mom. I just don't know. That's why I'm investigating.""
+""Was kissing Mom really that good?"" she asked, nibbling my ear.
+""Pretty incredible.""
+""Better than me?"" she pouted.
+""C'mon, Tiff. You remember our last kiss out there. I got to you. I know I did. That was what Mom taught me, with just two sessions.""
+""Shit. I had to change panties, I was leaking so bad,"" Tiffany confessed. ""What the hell is Dad thinking?""
+""Listen, we don't know anything about Dad yet. We do know Mom's been messing around, and her damn friends are encouraging her. Face it. She's primed. All it took was a little wine and cuddling, and she was going crazy on me.""
+""So Mom's plan stays the same?""
+""I think so. Give her the attention she needs, make her feel guilty if she looks like she's gonna stray. Interfere with the Fat Bastard.""
+""She felt you up, didn't she?"" Tiffany teased.
+""I think it was an accident,"" I said. What Tiff's hand was doing down below was no accident.
+""Bullshit, Bret. You can't be _that_ ignorant. Mom got a good feel in.""
+""She was drunk, and worked up,"" I said, for some reason feeling like I had to defend her.
+""I think I'm gonna try to work on Dad. Get the scoop from the horse's mouth."" She turned a little giving me better access to her tit. Smaller than Mom's, but not by a lot. Perkier.
+""Think he'll tell you?""
+""I'm still Daddy's little girl. He can't resist me,"" she giggled. ""Hell, I may even get up and go fishing with him.""
+""At 4:00 am?""
+Her hand was clutching my hard-on, stroking me. ""Alright. Let's forget that. I'll get him afterward, before Mom and I go shopping.""
+I nodded. ""I'll work on Mom a little more, and go through Dad's email. He has a friggin' ton.""
+""Sounds like a plan. So you ready for another lesson on the fine art of kissin' the kitty?""
+I pulled her lips down and kissed her. A good one, long and intimate, the way Mom had started to teach me. She settled into my arms, and let me take control.
+When we pulled apart, she gazed into my eyes. ""Damn, bro! What happened to the klutzy kisser of a few nights ago?""
+""You always said I was a quick learner.""
+""Shit. You keep this up, and... and... hell, I don't know what. You're already about the best I've kissed. Jesus, bro!""
+""Relax, Tiff, I think it's time for me play with the pink within the pink.""
+""Play away bro. I'll never stop you.""
+""You better, or Mom and Dad will find me parked under the dinner table, my head between your thighs.""
+She giggled. ""You really like doing that? For real?""
+""I love it. Here, let me show you.""
+I did, for an eternity, until I heard the singularof the clock striking one. I got her off a few times, and was feeling pretty proud. She pushed me off of her, with a mischievous grin. ""My turn, _big_ bro.""
+She moved between my legs, stroking my cock, and I almost died when she licked it. ""God, Tiff,"" I groaned.
+She chuckled, ""I thought you'd like that."" She pressed her lips against my shaft, looking up at me. ""I... I don't have a lot of practice doing this. It's only my second time, and the first lasted all of 5 seconds, before the idiot ruined my sweater.""
+I smiled for her, brushing her hair back. ""Hell, Sis. It's my first. It's gonna be the best no matter what. Especially since it's you.""
+""You want me to suck your big fat cock, don't you?""
+""More than anything.""
+She gave me a teasing grin. ""More than _anything_?""
+""Right now, I'd say yes. You're driving me crazy.""
+Hell, I don't know if there's good BJs or bad ones. I do know, it was incredible. Mind blowing. Watching her, seeing her pretty face, mouth surrounding my shaft, loving eyes looking up at me. I can proudly say, I lasted more than 5 seconds. Almost five minutes. ""Tiff,"" I groaned.
+She pulled away, stroking me hard, and watched me come. ""Damn, that's cool,"" she whispered. She cleaned me up, and in the doing so, had me semi-hard again. Her mouth engulfed me, and I groaned. ""Shh!""
+""Sorry,"" I moaned.
+I did a lot better the second time. It wasn't like the stuff I saw on videos. Most of the time her sexy hot mouth bobbed up and down on the end, her hand stroking me. It felt incredible. She pull away, kissing and licking, playing with me for a while, before going back to the sucking and stroking. I was getting close, when she backed off. ""You think Mom is as good at this as she is at kissing?"" my rotten sister asked.
+""Tiff... please,"" I gasped.
+She grinned, and went back at it. I groaned a few seconds later, and she pulled away, letting me finish. When I was done spurting, she was staring at the messy end of my cock. She leaned forward and licked it, and I felt like she'd driven a spike right down to my balls. Fucking intense.
+I watched in waitful agony, as she got a distracted look. She went back for more, taking the head of my cock in her mouth. She sucked away. ""Easy,"" I pleaded. ""It hurts a little.""
+She was gentler, her tongue playing a bit. She pulled away. ""Kinda slimy. Nasty. I can see why the girls don't like that in their mouths.""
+I was a little hurt. I don't know why. I should have been on cloud nine. She must have seen something in my face. ""Oh, baby. You want me to do it, don't you? Take that nasty stuff in my mouth.""
+I shrugged, trying to play it cool. ""Nah, that was great.""
+She had her washcloth out cleaning me. She put it to the side and cuddled into me. ""Be honest, Bret. Things are just getting good between us. Let's make a deal. We'll never lie to each other. Not you and me. Ok?""
+I nodded.
+""You want to come in my mouth don't you?""
+Sheepishly, I nodded again.
+""Why?""
+Why? I didn't know why. I just knew the idea was beyond exciting. ""I... I don't know. Thinking about it drives me crazy.""
+She smiled, her lips brushing mine. ""I'll think about it, Ok? You save our asses, get me in school, and I'll be real appreciative, I promise.""
+I squeezed her buns. ""Definitely an ass worth saving.""
+She giggled. ""Did you like my present?""
+""Amazing, Tiff. God, I didn't think anything could feel that good.""
+She sighed, resting in my arms. ""I love you,"" she whispered.
+""Love you too.""
+When I woke she was gone, but I was clutching her panties, next to my face.
+* * * *
+Sunday I didn't leave my room much. Too much to do. Go through Dad's seemingly endless email. Check through Mom's, just in case. Research the Ellis email. I had some success there. Googling his company's domain and checking their website, it looked like they were pretty consistent. First initial, first six letters of the last name. I did a command line telnet smtp login to the email server.
+cmd> helo hi
+ _250 mail.megabiz.com_
+cmd> mail from:
+ _250 2.1.0... Sender Ok_
+Good, I was in and accepted.
+cmd>rcpt to: l.ellis@megabiz.com
+ _550 5.1.1 : Recipient address rejected_
+User unknown in local recipient table
+Crap. 550. Bad address. I thought about that. Warren Ellis. I know that's his name. I did a quick search, checked in LinkedIn, using Dad's account, and got my answer. Michael Warren Ellis. He went by his middle name, God only knows why.
+cmd>rcpt to: m.ellis@megabiz.com
+ _250 2.1.5 : ... Recipient Ok_
+Got it. Time to beat feet.
+cmd>quit
+ _221 2.0.0. Bye_
+I felt a little bad doing it, but I pulled up an anonymous emailer, created an email for Mr. Ellis, and built up a 'best-of' cheaters email compilation, with a series of sanitized snatches of Mrs. Ellis' comments about her past lover, and the fact that she'd never get caught. I tried to make it as generic as possible, so that Mr. Ellis would get the drift, without pointing the source directly at Mom.
+I had a feeling that Mrs. Ellis would be too busy to be encouraging Mom to cheat for a while.
+Mom stuck her head in my door, and I closed the open window on my monitor. Don't know why, Mom would have no idea what I was up to.
+""Joining us for lunch?""
+She looked pretty normal. Not much evidence of what we'd been up to the night before.
+""Sure. I'll be down in a minute.""
+""Good. See you in a bit."" She gave me a natural smile, and a little bit of the nervousness that I'd been harboring dissipated.
+Turns out, 'us' was me and Mom. Tiffany hadn't gotten back from whatever she was up to, and Dad's fishing excursion must have been dragging. It was 1:30 and he still wasn't back. Mom was in the kitchen, and I walked up behind her, brazen, and put my arms around her waist. ""What's for lunch?""
+""Behave, Bret,"" she said, but didn't try to escape, and giggled when I pressed against her rear, and kissed her neck. ""It's just sandwiches. Plain chips, or barbecue?""
+I was still hugging her, and her butt was wiggling against me. Just a little, but enough to see she wasn't mad or anything. ""Barbecue.""
+The sandwiches were ready, two plates sitting on the counter. She wrapped her arms around mine. ""You're in a good mood, aren't you?""
+""Why shouldn't I be? Three of the schools I'm looking at have guaranteed a free ride. UTD will even pay me to go, $4,000 per semester to defray costs and a $2,000 cash scholarship for international study.""
+Mom twisted in my arms, excited. ""Really? Everything paid?""
+""Everything, plus $8,000 a year for expenses.""
+She hugged me around the neck. ""Oh, baby, I'm so proud of you. I knew you could do it!""
+I couldn't resist and leaned down and kissed her. On the lips. She responded and we held it for at least a minute or two. When I released her she was blushing. She came me a teasing smack on the shoulder. ""Behave, baby boy.""
+I stole another peck, before grabbing our plates. ""Just a little practice Mom. I don't want anyone to tell me I'm a lousy kisser again.""
+She smacked my rear, before following with the drinks. ""I wouldn't worry about that anymore.""
+We talked about the scholarships. I explained that of the local schools, SMU only offered $5K automatically, leaving about $35K in expenses. UNT was almost as good a deal at UT Dallas, with tuition, book, fees and room and board covered, plus $500 a semester for expenses.
+TCU wasn't nearly as good. University of Dallas was another full ride, but I had no interest. UT Dallas was one of the top engineering schools in the state, and had been in my top 5 list for years.
+""Now where is that one again?"" Mom asked.
+""Richardson. Only about 15 minutes away.""
+""But is it a good school? You deserve the best, after all the work you've done.""
+""Only Rice and UT Austin have better ranked programs in Texas,"" I explained. ""And Rice only pays about a grand for NMF.""
+""But what about MIT? Cal Tech? The other places you were talking about.""
+""I'm still looking into them. But I've always liked UTD and it's kind of cool to make money while attending.""
+""Any progress helping Tiffany?""
+""Not yet, but I'm working on it.""
+When we'd finished eating, I got up. ""Let me do the dishes, Mom. Relax a bit. You're always running around.""
+""But your studies...""
+""If I choose UTD, I'm done. I'm in. All I'd need to do is graduate.""
+""What about Valedictorian?"" she whined.
+""Still working on it. I haven't said UTD was the one. If I get in at MIT or Cal Tech, I'll need every advantage I can get, to help defray the costs. I'll still be Valedictorian, Mom. Just no more cramming for standardized tests, or worrying about CLEPs and such. I can concentrate just on my classes, and next semester, they're pretty damn easy. I've maxed out on the advanced and AP classes except for Math and Econ.""
+With plates in my hands, I leaned over and snuck in a quick kiss on the lips. ""I got this Mom. Trust me. You take a break.""
+When Tiffany got home half-an-hour later, Mom was leaning back on the couch, her legs in my lap, as I massaged her feet and calves. She started to sit up, and I pushed her shoulders back down. ""Relax.""
+She didn't argue settling back down. Tiffany came over grinning. ""Someone's spoiled,"" she teased.
+Mom grinned, her eyes still closed. ""I'm not complaining.""
+Tiff pulled the pillows off the back of the couch. Then she sat next to Mom. ""Move in. I'm getting me some of this.""
+Mom scooted over, her feet shifting closer to my body, her calf resting on my newly growing erection. Mom rubbed her leg against it. ""Behave, Bret,"" she teased.
+Tiffany lay down next to her, plopping her feet on my lap. ""Shoes, Tiff?""
+""Take em off, lazybones.""
+I sighed and removed her sneakers and half socks. I alternated rubbing their feet. Mom turned slightly making a little more room for Tiffany, holding my sister in her arms. ""I've got the best kids in the world,"" she said.
+""Best family,"" Tiffany reminded her.
+We were quiet, enjoying the moment. ""Your brother has three full rides already,"" she said softly.
+""Really? Where?"" Tiffany asked.
+""UTD's the only one that really matters. If I don't get close to a full scholarship with any of my top 3 choices, I'll probably go there,"" I explained.
+She sat up after a bit, and came to stand next to me. ""Switch, bro. I think you deserve a little spoiling. You get a free ride, maybe we can afford for me to go.""
+She gave me a teasing look, glancing at the space next to Mom. I know what she wanted.
+I got up, and Mom pouted for a bit, until Tiffany was rubbing her feet again, and I was trying to fit in the space she left vacant. It was a tight squeeze, and I pulled Mom into my arms, squeezing up against her. I was only wearing a t-shirt and shorts, so I didn't have to worry about shoes or anything.  
+Mom sighed, snuggling against me. ""This is nice,"" she murmured.
+I scooted down and kissed her. ""Bret...""
+""Practice, Mom."" I whispered, then lost myself in her lips again. She wasn't drunk this time. No excuses. She let me kiss her at first, and then started kissing me back. It made a big difference.
+""God, Mom! You're the best kisser in the world,"" I told her, holding her close.
+She giggled. ""Now how would you know that? Have you kissed everyone else?""
+""No, I just can't imagine it getting any better.""
+She chuckled. ""Silly boy. Trust me, it gets even better.""
+Our lips met, and Mom leaned on top of me, her body writhing, her hands exploring my body. She was right. Hard to believe but it was even better. I felt Tiffany moving, scooting closer, her legs pressed against the back of my thighs, lifting my legs. Mom moaned sweetly. ""Tiffany..."" she murmured.
+""Keep training him Mom. He needs it.""
+I looked down and her hands were wandering over Mom's body. The couch was too crowded. I slid off the end, dragging Mom with me. I pulled her on top of my body. Moments later Tiffany was beside us, kissing my shoulder. My hands ran into hers as I caressed Mom.
+Mom lips broke free. ""I... I think that's enough lessons for the day,"" she said.
+I didn't. I pulled her back in for a kiss, and she sighed sweetly.
+I turned with her, putting her on her side, sandwiching her between Tiffany and me. ""Do you have any idea how much we love you, Mom? You're the best Mom in the world."" I told her.
+Tiffany's arms were around her, her lips pressed to Mom's neck, her face only inches from mine. ""Best Mom in the galaxy,"" she said.
+""Best Mom in the universe,"" I argued, pulling her closer, her leg between mine, the top of her thigh rubbing my crotch teasingly.
+Tiffany had other ideas. She pulled our Mom's shoulders downward, rolling her onto her back, sliding her leg over Mom's, leaning over her. I matched her position on the other side. I groaned when Tiffany leaned down and kissed Mom. ""Teach me too, Mom. I wanna be able to kiss like you.""
+Mom trembled. ""Baby girl..."" Her words were cut off, as Tiffany lips took over. Mom pushed her away a little. ""Start slow, baby. Like I showed your brother. Take your time. We're not going anywhere.""
+I had my hand inside Mom's shirt, rubbing her belly, slowly working my way upward. When Tiffany backed off, I took her place, turning Mom's face toward me, and kissing her with all I'd learned. Her kisses were soft and loving, intimate, hot. Tiffany gave me a nudge, and I gave Mom up. Mom was grinning, her eyes closed. ""So different, my two babies. So sweet.""
+I had Mom's breast by now, cupping and squeezing gently. She whimpered slightly, the sound muffled by my sister's mouth. I tried to get my hand in her bra, but it was uncomfortable. When Tiffany backed off, I pulled Mom toward me, kissing her deeply. I stopped for a second, looking at Tiffany. She screwed up her forehead in question. ""Bra,"" I mouthed. She grinned and gave me a wink.
+Mom was nuzzling into my neck, sucking softly. I thought I was going to get my first hickey. When she pulled away, I rolled her onto her back, passing her off to my sister. My hand went back inside her shirt, under her slack bra, and onto her breast. She moaned for me.
+Back and forth we passed Mom, kissing her, teasing her, fondling her. I was taking her back into my arms, when Tiffany sat up, and grabbed the bottom of Mom's shirt. ""Arms up, Mom,"" I whispered. Moments later she was topless, shirt and bra gone, Tiffany was the same before I got done kissing Mom, and passed her back. I removed my shirt, then scooted down and kissed Mom's breast.
+She moaned, her hand reaching down and stroking my hair. I was sucking on her nipple, when Tiffany joined me on the other. She gave me a wink, then cuddled in.
+""My... babies,"" Mom murmured, her hands caressing both of us. ""My sweet, sweet, babies.""
+I could have stayed there forever, but the sound of the garage door retracting stopped us. I sat up, and grabbed Mom's shirt. ""Arms up, Mom.""
+She smiled at me, as I pulled her shirt down. I folded up her bra and put it in my pocket. Tiffany was standing, and already had her bra back on, and was putting on her shirt. We heard the garage door lowering, as I lifted Mom to her feet, giving her a hug.
+Tiffany took her from me, hugging her tightly. ""Ready to go shopping?"" she teased.
+Mom grinned. ""I... I've got to say hi to your father, see how he did. I really should change before shopping."" She looked at me with a little smirk. ""Seems like I lost my bra somewhere. You two are bad, you know?""
+""Bad? Because we love our Mom?"" I asked.
+""Alright, not bad. But more than a little naughty.""
+I had my shirt on, and Tiffany was headed back to her room when Dad entered through the side kitchen door.
+Mom hurried off toward him. ""How'd it go?"" she asked.
+Dad was all grins. ""Three good sized bass. I know what we're having for dinner.""
+Mom gave him a hug, then wrinkled her nose. ""Someone needs a shower."" She looked up at him. ""Like some help?""
+Dad grinned, glancing at me. ""Really?""
+She nodded. ""I gotta get ready too. Taking your Princess out shopping. We could save some water.""
+Dad looked surprised, and happy. I wondered what the issue was that Mom had talked about. Him not touching her. He sure seemed willing. Mom looked over at me. ""Can you clean the fish, Bret?""
+Dad shook his head. ""Just put them on ice. I'm not sure how I'm going to cook them.""
+""Got it. You kids have fun,"" I teased, getting an embarrassed look from Dad, and a mischievous one from Mom.
+They walked past me, hand-in-hand, and again I wondered, what could their problem be.
+""Ask Bret about his college choices,"" I heard Mom say, before they disappeared behind the door of their bedroom.
+I had cleaned out the cooler, put fresh ice on the bottom, and the fish on top, under some more ice. I was washing my hands, when I felt hands around my waist. ""Naughty bro,"" she teased. ""Making out with your Mom. Where is she?""
+I turned and pulled her close, stealing a kiss. ""She and Dad are showering together. I think she might be a while.""
+""Really? But what about...""
+""Beats me. Mom offered, and Dad seemed to like the idea. I gotta admit, I'm really confused.""
+Tiffany nodded. ""Me too. I'll try to talk to her while we're out shopping. Get anything done today?""
+""A little. I hacked Mr. Ellis' business email and sent him an anonymous message about his wife's activities.""
+""Wow. You really did it?""
+I nodded.
+Tiffany looked thoughtful. ""Alright, I think Mom knows she's loved and appreciated, but I think we should keep it up. We went pretty far today, I don't think we should push it much further.""
+""At least she was sober, and didn't seemed upset afterward.""
+Tiff agreed. ""The Ellis email should work toward the guilt thing. Soon as she finds out at least. What about Aunt Tina?""
+""Not now. Give it some time. We don't want it to all happen the same day. That would be suspicious. We can still keep reminding Mom how important having an intact family is.""
+""And the interfering?""
+""No plan yet for Monday. I'll think of something tonight.""
+Tiffany hugged me. ""I know you will. You're the best, you know that?""
+""Second only to my hot big sis,"" I teased.
+She shook her head. ""No. You're doing everything, it's like I'm a spectator.""
+I gave her a squeeze. ""Hardly. Hell, I wouldn't even know anything was up if not for you. We make a good team.""
+She grinned. ""We do don't we?""
+""The best.""
+I got a kiss for that. I think we were both getting better. Thanks Mom.
+* * * *
+Dad's emails yielded nothing. If he was cheating, there was no evidence. Nothing even close. It was like he didn't even know any women. Getting curiouser and curiouser.
+I did go down and chat with him a bit. Told him the scholarship news, and who was offering the most to National Merit Scholarship Finalists. He quizzed me about my choices, and seemed satisfied with my answers. ""You really think you can help your sister get in somewhere?""
+""I do. Got a few ideas in mind,"" I admitted.
+It was getting late, and the girls weren't back from their shopping. I guess they had left pretty late. It was a good hour after Mom went in for her shared shower, before she reappeared.
+Dad had cleaned the fish and was getting ready to broil them. Not my favorite, but my appearance got me recruited to peel and slice potatoes. He was gonna do some kind of scalloped potato dish, to go with the fish. Great. Another not- so-favorite of mine.
+Mom and Tiffany showed up barely in time. They were chatting and giggling like school girls. It made me feel good. Maybe our plan was working.
+Dinner went over well, and Mom and Dad were better together than I could remember them in months. Sad that I hadn't noticed the issues until confronted with them. Now, looking back, I could remember the gap between them.
+After dinner, Dad begged off, saying he was exhausted from getting up at the crack of dawn, and his afternoon exercise. He grinned at Mom as he said it, and she blushed. Cute. I was recruited to do the dishes, which was miserable. The pans were a bitch to deal with. Fortunately I was rewarded for my efforts.
+Tiff insisted that I take a seat on the couch, and I was subjected to a fashion show. The girls had gone a little wild, upgrading Tiffany's wardrobe, and picking up a few new things for Mom. I know it should have been miserably boring, but I enjoyed it, both women showing off for me, posing. None of the outfits were really out of line, but it was obvious that Tiffany's were tighter and more revealing than usual. When she appeared in her formal dress, I'm sure my chin hit the floor.
+Mom had finished showing off her stuff, and had taken a seat on the couch beside me. ""Well? Nothing to say Bret? You don't like it?""
+Tiff looked a little upset, the longer I took to reply.
+""No. I like it. Love it. God, Tiff, you're beautiful!""
+Her beginning pout became a full-fledged, cheek stretching smile. ""Really? You're not just saying that?""
+""No way. You... you're stunning. It looks amazing on you.""
+That got me a hug and quick kiss. ""Thanks. That's sweet,"" she said.
+She recruited Mom to help her put everything away. ""Wine,"" she whispered in my ear.
+When they came back a little later, I had the TV on, relaxing and the wine glasses out. Mom looked at them and hesitated.
+""Gotta finish the dinner wine,"" I explained. That was what was in her glass. I'd had to open a new bottle for Tiff and I to have any.
+I pulled her feet into my lap, and she started to push me away. ""Oh no you don't buster. I know where the foot rubs end up. You two need to behave yourselves!"" At least she was laughing when she said it.
+""Just a foot-rub, for the best Mom in the world. I know they must be aching trying to keep up with the brat,"" I explained, pulling them back into my lap. She was dressed in a robe, after the fashion show, as was Tiffany.
+By the time I had opened yet another bottle, I was working on her shoulders, her robe pulled down to her arms and Tiffany had responsibility for her feet.
+""Mmmm. You two are way too good to me,"" she murmured leaning back against me.
+""Impossible, Mom. Nothing's too good for you.""
+She scooted back, leaning against my chest, resting. ""My babies are all grown up,"" she pouted.
+I pulled her upward against me, making her giggle. Wrapped my arms around her, just under her breasts, and started kissing her neck. ""We love you, Mom.""
+She chuckled. ""Naughty boy. I know you love me, but you don't get to _love_ me.""
+Tiffany had scooted forward and was less than a foot away. I had my foot wedged under the rear cushion so she could get close enough. Mom's thighs were lying across my sister's legs. Her robe was half open, and I saw a glimpse of a pair of her naughtier underwear. Red. I think I would have liked them better in pink.
+She leaned her head way back, looking at me. ""You two aren't doing it, are you?""
+""Mom!"" Tiffany whined. ""Not even close!""
+""I'm still a virgin,"" I confessed, working one hand inside her robe.
+She looked sad. ""My poor baby boy,"" she said, reaching back and rubbing my face.
+Seemed like a good time to kiss her, so I did.
+She leaned her head against my shoulder. ""You like kissing me, don't you baby?""
+""I love it, Mom. Thank you for teaching me how.""
+My hand had migrated up to her breast, and I was caressing it. ""You two are going to attack me again, aren't you?""
+""No, we're just going to cuddle and kiss, and make sure you know that you're the most loved and adored Mom in the whole world. Right Tiff?""
+Tiff leaned sideways against Mom, who lifted her arm and pulled her in. ""Best Mom ever. I had so much fun today.""
+Mom hummed her happiness. ""Me too. We should do that more often. Girl outings.""
+Tiffany moved between Mom's legs and laid on her. They started kissing, and I was hard as a rock. When they stopped, Mom brushed Tiff's hair back. ""You... you like boys don't you?"" she asked nervously.
+My sister laughed. ""Yes Mom. I'm not a lesbian or anything. I've never kissed a girl before, not like I kiss you.""
+""Then why?""
+""Because I love you. I love you so much. I want you to be happy. To know you're loved and appreciated.""
+Mom giggled, then kissed her girl. ""I'm feeling very loved now. Especially in the small of my back, where someone's trying to poke a hole through my kidney.""
+""Turn over, Mom. Let me love you a little.""
+Tiffany had to move, but after a few seconds Mom was lying down, facing me, and Tiffany was on her side, half on me, half on our mom. Mom's robe was completely open, her bare chest against mine. I slid my hands inside, and kissed her for an eternity. When we came up for air, Tiffany had removed Mom's robe, and hers as well. I was the luckiest guy in the world.
+Mom turned on her side, and she and Tiffany went at it a while, while I caressed and fondled both their bodies, naked except their panties. Tiff say up and started tugging on my shirt. ""I want to feel your skin against mine, Bret.""
+I let them remove my shirt, and then they took turns alternating kissing me. I was kissing Tiffany, and Mom's face was inches away. ""My babies are so beautiful,"" she said.
+That earned her some loving from both of us. I felt a hand rubbing my cock, and didn't know who it was. A second hand started, and I didn't care. ""He's big, isn't he Mom?"" Tiffany whispered.
+""Behave, baby girl. We can't get carried away,"" Mom said.
+""I know, but geez! It's huge!""
+Mom giggled. ""It's big. I've had bigger. A looong time ago. This one seems just the right size. Some girl's gonna be very lucky. Now enough of that.""
+Both hands left my wood, and I almost wanted to cry. The girls fixed that by taking turns distracting me again.
+Mom stopped, letting Tiffany take charge, just lying on me, while I caressed her back. Tiffany stopped, and looked over at Mom. ""Your turn,"" she said, grinning.
+""I just wanna lie her with my babies, Ok?"" she said softly, her eyes closed.
+""Whatever you want, Mom,"" I told her, kissing the top of her head.
+""You two are so bad,"" she whispered. ""Trouble-makers.""
+I held her quietly, while Tiffany and I played the tender kiss game, lips connected, everything in slow motion, gently touching each other. When we stopped I realized that Mom was asleep, or damn close to it.
+I hated to wake her up, but I did, shaking her softly. ""Bed time, Mom,"" I whispered.
+""No, baby,"" she murmured sleepily. ""We can't. Not that. I know we want to, but we can't.""
+I chuckled. ""Bed time for _you_ , Mom. You're half-asleep. Come on, time to go to your bed.""
+She stretched against me, then sat up sleepily. I sat beside her, holding her, helping Tiffany get Mom's robe back on. I helped her to her feet, hugging her. ""Go on now. We'll finish cleaning up in here.""
+We steered her to her bedroom, each stealing goodnight kisses before we let her go. Tiffany and I cleaned up the evidence, and headed to our rooms. ""See you in a bit?"" she said to me.
+""Now?"" I asked.
+She shook her head. ""Little bit, I promise.""
+I cleaned up for bed, and took another scan through Dad's stuff. Nothin'. I just didn't get it.
+I was almost asleep, when the clock struck twelve. I sat up, and the door opened after the first strike. I wondered if Tiffany had been waiting outside my door. She walked in, dropped her robe, lowered her panties and climbed in bed. We slipped into each other's arms without a word. Then she slid down my body, and her mouth descended on my cock.
+""Thank you,"" I whispered.
+She giggled. ""We had you worked up, didn't we?""
+""And then some.""
+""That's Ok. Big sis is here to take care of you.""
+She did, and it only took a couple of minutes. I thought for a moment she was going to let me finish in her mouth, but at the last second she pulled away, spraying my abs. She got the paper-towels and cleaned me up.
+Tiffany wasn't done with me, but the second time, she moved around the bed, straddling my face. I did my best to please her, and had her come for me, before I was ready to shoot again.
+""Close,"" I warned her.
+She reached out and grabbed a couple of the paper-towels, then went back to sucking me. I groaned, nearing my finish. ""Tiff,"" I gasped.
+Her mouth broke free, and I came for her. I felt her cleaning me, then her mouth settled down to finish the job. She turned in the bed, climbing into my arms. ""A good day?"" she said, getting comfortable.
+""Great. I think we may have Mom back in line.""
+* * * *
+The next day at lunch, I was stunned when Tiffany sought me out. She had a couple of her friends with her, who normally wouldn't give me the time of day. The cost of being a brain, I guess.
+She sat down next to me, stealing a fry from my plate. I guess she wasn't planning on staying, her friends just stood there, acting bored.
+""She's still meeting him,"" Tiffany whispered.
+""Crap.""
+She nodded. ""What can me do?""
+I'd been thinking about it. ""How'd you and a couple of your friends like to eat dinner at the Marriott? My treat.""
+She grinned. ""Six o'clock?""
+""I'm thinking 5:45, just to be safe.""
+I pulled out my college ATM card. I figured Dad could pay for this one. Besides, it looked like I was gonna save him $80 grand in college expenses.
+She gave me a kiss on the cheek. ""Thanks bro.""
+* * * *
+I don't know what Mom had told Dad, but she was home at 6:15. Tiffany didn't get home until almost 8:00. Dad and I had pizza. Mom seemed to be a nervous wreck. I didn't say anything, waiting to hear from Tiffany.
+That is, until she took a phone call, and walked out onto the porch. I couldn't let that stand. I walked out and found her at the end of the deck, talking into the phone. ""No, how was I supposed to know? It was just a horrible coincidence, I'm sure... I will. I'll make it up to you...""
+""Who's that?"" I asked, walking up and putting my hand on her waist. I swear she almost jumped out of her panties. ""What are you going to make up?""
+She hit the call end button, and I saw the Fat Bastard's name on the screen before she put it away. ""Just your Aunt. Nothing important.""
+I put my arm around her. ""Something wrong, Mom? You seem upset or something.""
+She shook her head. ""No, I'm fine. Just some work trouble.""
+Work trouble my ass. ""Alright. If I can help with anything, just let me know. Let's go in, it's cold out here. You're shivering.""
+She let me steer her back into the house, and I hung around. Her phone rang again, she looked at it guiltily, then ended the call. I'm pretty sure she turned down the ringer.
+Tiffany came home a few minutes later, in a good mood. She said hi to everyone, grabbed a diet soda, and plopped down next to Mom. ""Why'd you run off, Mom? You could have joined us for a while. We were celebrating Karen's birthday.""  
+Mom glanced over at Dad nervously. ""I was just dropping off something for an out-of-town client. I needed to get home.""
+Dad was reading some magazine. ""Your meeting went well?"" he asked. ""Seems like you got home early.""
+""Much shorter than we thought. It was fine."" She stood up. ""I have a headache, I think I'm gonna lie down.""
+Tiffany and I looked at each other. Things weren't quite perfect yet. I excused myself from the family and hit the books. Paper to write. As much as I wanted to fix things, I needed to keep the 100's rolling in. I figured I'd talk to Tiff at the witching hour.
+Sure enough, midnight rolled along, and the sounding of the clock preceded my sister's arrival. She had a robe on, but nothing underneath it. She looked gorgeous, but I kind of missed her signature pink panties. She climbed into my bed naked, cuddling up to me. ""I think I almost gave Mom a heart attack.""
+""Tell me.""
+""Not much too tell. Mom showed up a few minute before 6:00. She didn't see us and I was watching out for her. I broke from the girls, told them I was going to the bathroom. When the Fat Bastard got there, I walked over to Mom, when the asshole was only a few feet away. I called out to her, and I swear she almost fainted. She looked over at the jerk, shaking her head, like I wasn't going to notice. Of course I asked her what she was doing there, and she freaked. Completely. Like three different excuses before she said she had just dropped something off for some client.""
+""What was Fat Bastard doing?""
+""Hanging out by the door. I told Mom to come and see my friends, say happy birthday and all. Good thing she didn't. That would have confused them. I told 'em you lost a bet, and had to pay for dinner for me and three friends.""
+""Not too much, I hope.""
+""Not even a hundred bucks. You got off cheap.""
+""And Mom?""
+""Said she had to go. I told her I'd walk her to the car, and that Fat Bastard glared at me the whole way. I wanted to walk up and slap him in the face."" She was rubbing my chest, cuddling sweetly. ""How about you? Any news?""
+""Pretty sure Dad's not cheating, so that's not the problem. The email to Mr. Ellis got weird results.""
+""Weird how?""
+""Mrs. Ellis emailed Mom. Said someone emailed her husband, and he was so embarrassed. They talked it out, trying to figure out how they could be more discrete.""
+""So he _knew_ about it?""
+""Looks like it. I guess that didn't work.""
+""We gotta do something. What's to stop Mom from trying to hook-up with the Fat Bastard again?""
+""I have no idea.""
+We were getting brazen. I asked her to stay with me. I loved holding her. I felt so calm, so soothed, with my sister next to me. She set my alarm for 1/2 an hour before Mom got up, and I accepted her back in my arms, happy. Happier than I could remember.
+* * * *
+The next afternoon, we kept up the effort to make sure Mom knew how much she was loved and appreciated. Helped around the house, touched her, hugged her, gave her small kisses every chance we got. Tiffany was taking it a step further, doing much the same for Dad. Sneaking into his lap like she used to when she was young.
+Mom seemed to be enjoying it, shooing us away, telling us to behave ourselves, yet always yielding to our attention. I was getting more and more 'attentive', sneaking a nice breast grope in, rubbing her bottom, nibbling her ear.
+Tiffany was ornery, wearing a skirt, flashing me her pink panties, getting me worked up. I took it out on Mom, finally pinning her to the laundry room wall, and making out with her.
+""Bret..."" she murmured, while I was pressed up against her, her hands held above her head, my lips teasing her neck, her ear, my hardness pressed against her belly.
+""Kiss me, Mom. Teach me more.""
+She was whimpering softly, my hand inside her shirt, teasing her nipple, while our tongues battled. ""Please, baby. You're driving me crazy, we have to stop,"" she panted.
+I released her, taking her in my arms, hugging her. ""I love you, Mom. We love you. I hope you understand that. All the love you could ever need, it's here, at home.""
+She squeezed me back. ""I know, baby boy.""
+Before midnight, I cleaned up my room a bit. Changed the sheets. Turned back the covers on Tiffany's side, and waited eagerly. I was almost frantic, when the last of the chimes rang out midnight, and she wasn't there. Maybe a minute later, she appeared, removing her robe. ""Sorry,"" she said softly.
+She was in her panties, those teasing pink panties. She looked down at the turned down covers, rubbing her hands over the new sheets. ""I love sleeping on clean sheets,"" she said sliding in beside me. ""I hope you don't mind the panties, it's... that time, you know?""
+I pulled her into my arms. ""I love your little panties,"" I told her. ""I don't mind at all.""
+We talked a few minutes about Mom and Dad. ""Something's going on with Dad,"" she finally said.
+""What do you mean?""
+""I... you know, how I sometimes sit in his lap?""
+""Daddy's Princess,"" I teased.
+She grinned, blushing. ""I could always get a... response from him. A little wiggle, a few kissies, and I knew how much he loved me.""
+""Response?""
+She reached down and rubbed my hard-on. ""Response.""
+""With Dad?""
+She nodded. ""Never did anything. I know it embarrassed him a little, but I never let him know I noticed. Not that I could miss it poking me in the butt. I've been doing it forever. Tonight, no response. And believe me, I tried.""
+That was something to think about. ""Is that recent? When was the last time you got a... response?""
+""I don't think I've sat in his lap for ages. I kinda stopped last year."" She wriggled up against me. ""You don't think Mom's having the same issue with him, do you?""
+""God. How would I know? Maybe. If so, that could be a problem.""
+She giggled. ""No trouble getting a response from you, is there big bro?""
+""Not for you. Never for you, Tiff.""
+For some reason, that night was different. Less neediness. We cuddled talked and kissed, caressed each other comfortably. We talked about ourselves, our desires, the last couple of years when we'd grown apart.
+I learned a lot more about my sister's 'sluttiness'. Her two aborted relationships which involved sex. Handjobs that were expected after a few dates. Her single previous blowjob, which ended miserably.
+""Tommy was such an ass,"" she griped. ""Got his damn blowjob he'd been practically begging me for. Little prick half the size of yours, that popped in seconds. He got pissed that I wouldn't let him come in my mouth. The next day I found out he was telling everybody how he made me choke on his huge cock, had me begging for it. Slurped his cum like a starving whore. I dumped the stupid jerk.""
+""Why didn't you say anything?"" I asked, comforting her.
+""Say what? To who? What were you gonna do, kick his ass? You didn't even talk to me anymore. Whine about it to my friends? What was I supposed to do? Anything I did, would make me look like a stupid little slut. I dated him for a month. Gave him a lousy blowjob that didn't last much longer than a few sucks. I learned a lesson, that's about it.""
+I felt bad for her. I didn't think about those kinds of things. Being popular, getting a bad 'rep', dating, putting out or not. I had no experience and no brilliant advice. ""His loss. I hope his dick shrivels up even smaller,"" I said.
+She giggled for me, and we played tonsil-hockey for a while.
+""Mom's still texting Fat Bastard. Not as many calls, but still communicating. She's gonna try it again,"" Tiffany whispered.
+""Probably. All we can do is keep trying, and running interference.""
+I fell asleep cuddling my twin, spooned up against her, her soft breast in my hand, the smell of her hair in my head. I couldn't imagine life getting any better.
+* * * *
+I woke when Tiffany did, before the rest of the house would get up. We cuddled a bit, then I hit the bathroom, while she snuck into her own room. I was surprised to hear movement in the guest room, and peeked in. Mom was sleeping there, restless. My heart filled with lead.
+I went into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. Brushed her hair back. She opened her eyes, seeing me, and smiled.
+""Why are you in here, Mom? Did you and Dad fight?""
+She shook her head. ""His snoring is getting worse, and he won't see a doctor or anything. It was keeping me up, so I've been sleeping in here every now and then when it gets really bad.""
+I climbed onto the bed behind her, hugging her. ""You want me to talk about it with him?""
+She shook her head. ""I don't think it would help. He hates going to the doctor. Doesn't believe the snoring is that bad. I don't think he even minds my leaving. It's not like..."" she stopped suddenly.
+I climbed under the covers with her, spooning her from behind. Pulled her in close, my hand closing softly on her breast.
+""What are you doing up?"" she asked. ""This is early for you.""
+""Had to go to the bathroom,"" I explained. ""Sounded like you were having some kind of nightmare. Everything Ok?""
+She sighed, clutching my arm to her chest. ""Just some things I need to work out on my own, baby.""
+""If I can help in any way, you just tell me. I'd do anything for you, Mom.""
+She purred, kissing the arm I'd wiggled under her head. ""I know, Bret. You have no idea how good that makes me feel.""
+""Let me stay here with you a while. Go back to sleep. I've got you now,"" I whispered, kissing her neck.
+""You're not going to be bad again, are you? I can't take it here, not in bed, just us two. Please, baby...""
+""No Mom. This is it. I'm here for you. That's all. Close your eyes and rest if you can.""
+The alarm went off, and I woke slowly, feeling her moving in my arms. Her lips touched mine lightly. ""That was wonderful, baby,"" she whispered. ""Thank you.""
+""Mmmm,"" I sighed. ""Love holdin' you Mom.""
+She chuckled, ""I know. We're gonna have to do something about you trying to poke a hole in my bottom.""
+""Sorry.""
+I got another little kiss. ""It's Ok. Kind of nice that someone finds me attractive.""
+""That's silly. Hottest Mom around. MILF Mom.""
+""Do you think I'm a MILF, baby boy?""
+""Mom, you're the sexiest woman I've ever met.""
+She brushed my hair back, caressing my face. ""You're sweet. I'm gonna go get ready. You want me to reset the alarm?""
+I sat up stretching. ""I'll go to my room. Nothing here without you.""
+That got me another kiss.
+* * * *
+Wednesday was more of the same. Checking emails. Keeping the grades up. Teasing and loving on Mom. My work on Tiffany's college stuff was seeing some fruition. I forwarded her grades, and wrote what I thought was quite a powerful essay in her name. I accompanied it with one of my own.
+At midnight, my sister returned to my bed, in my favorite pink panties. I got a nice loving blowjob, and we talked about the fact that Mom's communicating with Fat Bastard was dwindling. At the crack of dawn, Tiffany returned to her room, and I checked. Mom was in the guest room. I went in and cuddled her, no talking, until it was time for her to get up. Had a sweet little cuddling and kissing session with her until she left me.
+Things were going so well. I talked to Tiffany, and got a list of teacher's she thought would be willing to give her a college recommendation, and tasked her with getting a couple in writing.
+I got a cryptic text on my phone from Tiffany at the end of lunch. ""We gotta stop Mom b4 its 2 l8!"" I don't play the texting games, and it took me a moment to recognize we had to stop Mom before it's too late. ""Meet me by the gym."" I texted back.
+On the way to P.E. she came running up to me in the hallway, a nervous wreck.
+""She's gonna do it! Two o'clock this afternoon!"" she whined. She showed me Mom's forwarded messages. It was the Marriott again. The Fat Bastard had a room. Didn't they have any imagination?
+Shit. How could things turn to crap so quickly? How could we stop her, while we were in school?
+""What are we gonna do, Bret?"" she whined, clutching my arm.
+I had no idea. My brain was a mess, searching vainly for a solution, when fate interceded. Tommy Mecklin, he of the lousy blowjob walked by. He was with a couple of friends, and intentionally bumped into me. ""Slut and a nerd,"" he laughed. Typical bully behavior. Bad timing.
+I walked over to him, looking up into his face. He was a lot bigger, maybe 3-4 inches and 40-50 lbs, and I'm not a small guy, at 5'11"" 175#. At that moment it didn't matter. ""Big guy, big mouth, with the tiny 4 inch cock, that goes off in what? Five seconds? How could anyone be a slut for a teeny weenie, with premature ejaculation issues? No wonder she dumped you, Tiny Tommy. Five Second Mecklin.""
+Half those present were staring in wonder, the other half laughing at him. We had a good crowd, right in front of the Art class, next to the gym.
+He hit me twice before I even got my hands up. I think I got a couple of good shots in, but that's probably wishful thinking. Got my ass handed to me pretty good, in the few seconds before the teachers broke it up.
+Five minutes later we were in the principal's office. Tommy was a hot head and a bully. I was the perfect student, soon to be Valedictorian. The teachers had seen him hit me, for no reason. Half a dozen witnesses.
+Didn't matter. Ours was a zero-tolerance school. I was in a fight.
+Dr. Thomas looked at me, shaking his head. ""I'm sorry Bret, but you know the rules. You have to go home. The minimum is a one day suspension, so you can come back tomorrow.""
+I looked out the glass partition, wondering what kind of punishment Tiny Tommy was gonna get. I didn't feel sorry for him. Assholes deserved what they had coming. ""Can you call my Mom, Dr. Thomas? She gets off work at 1:00, and my Dad is all the way downtown, and won't be off until 6:00.""
+""What happened, Bret? It's not like you to get into trouble."" Damn, he actually seemed to care. I wonder if they paid him extra for that.
+""He called my sister a slut. I said something about his manhood, and he attacked me.""
+He shook his head. ""It's hard to condemn someone for sticking up for his family. I wish you could have found a better way of handling it. Let me call your mother, and afterward you can wait in the nurse's office, and let her see if she can do something about your eye. You're going to have a hell of a shiner.""
+He looked up my emergency contacts, and I was pleasantly surprised when he caught Mom at home. It was almost 1:30, and I figured she'd be out on her mission of adultery before long.
+""No, Mrs. Bridges, it's about Bret. He's been in a fight, and has been suspended... No, not Tiffany, although she was a witness, Bret... Yes a fight..."" I could hear my Mom's shrieks from 8 feet away. Dr. Thomas pulled the phone away from his ear.
+""No, he didn't start it, the other boy hit him first, but we have a zero tolerance policy here, and he needs to go home... He's not innocent, Mrs. Bridges, he may have instigated it..."" Once again he pulled the phone away from his head, while Mom let loose.
+""He admitted it to me. He's sitting right here in my office... Yes, apparently the other young man insulted a family member, and Bret felt it was his duty to defend her honor... No, I think it's best that you discuss it with him... It's only for today, he can return to school tomorrow... Yes, he can make up the work... I'm disappointed as well, Mrs. Bridges, it's no way for a Valedictorian to behave... I'll leave a message at the front, you can to straight to the nurse's office..."" Poor choice of words. I'm sure people outside could hear my Mom screaming.
+""No ma'am, he's not seriously injured, just a black eye... Yes, he's going there now, how soon can we expect you?... I'm sorry I had to contact you, I hope it's the last time.""
+He hung up, looking at me. ""One angry Momma. I wouldn't want to be in your shoes, young man.""
+""I'm sorry, Dr. Thomas. I assure you, it won't happen again.""
+""Let's hope not,"" he said, the discussion finished.
+""Do I need an escort to the nurse's office?"" I asked.
+""I don't think that's really a problem, do you?""
+""No sir.""
+""Send Mr. Mecklin in on your way out.""
+I walked past 5 Second Mecklin. ""Your turn, Tiny,"" I told him.
+""You asshole!"" he screamed, ""I'm gonna fuckin' kill you!"" He jumped out of his chair, and I heard Dr. Thomas shout, ""Mecklin! In here now!""
+I grinned. Teach him to mess with my sister.
+I was sitting with a cold compress on my cheek when Mom showed up. From the way she was dressed, I figured we'd barely stopped her in time. She walked up and planted her feet about a foot and a half apart, her arms crossed, glaring at me.
+""What do you have to say for yourself, young man?"" she snapped.
+I looked her up and down. Four inch heels, stockings, a split sided skirt so short it barely covered her ass. Simple button up white blouse that made it clear she wasn't wearing a bra. Lotsa cleavage. Hair up, full makeup.
+""Why are you all dressed up? Going on a date? That's not work clothing."" I was tired of being subtle. She blushed bright red, her mouth open, unable to answer. ""Don't let Dr. Thomas see you dressed like that. He'd send you home.""
+She stood straighter, tugging her skirt down. ""Let's go. We'll talk about this at home.""
+It was a silent ride, except for my phone texts going off. I almost never texted but Tiffany was the opposite.
+ _What happened?_ Simple and to the point.
+ _Got Suspended_ I texted back.
+ _Shit! Why?_
+Why I got suspended, or why I started the fight?
+ _Mom had to come pick me up_
+Mom was glaring at me, texting away. Like she never did, right?
+ _:) My genius brother. Love you_
+ _Asshole deserved it. 2 birds 1 stone. Nobody messes with my sister._ The longest text of my life.
+ _C U soon. Kisses_
+I put the phone away, and leaned back, feet on the dashboard. My cheek hurt, but it was worth it.
+Mom broke down just before we got home. ""You wanna explain yourself?"" she snapped.
+I'd listened to Dr. Thomas' explanation very carefully. I figure a little white lie might help in the big picture. ""He called you a slut. Said you were sleeping around, and everyone knew it. I couldn't let him say that.""
+Mom's look of shock and despair was worth it. ""W... why would he say that?""
+""Don't know. Maybe because of the way you're dressed? Perhaps I was wrong. Do I need to apologize to him, Mom?""
+We were pulling into the driveway, and I opened the door and got out of the car before it had even stopped. The front door was unlocked from her hurried departure, and I marched in and grabbed one of Dad's beers. I'd never done that without permission. The only thing Tiffany and I were allowed was wine.
+I was seated before Mom got in the door. She looked nervous when she came to stand in front of me. I could see she was trying to regain control of the situation, and had a determined look on her face. ""You know how your father and I feel about fighting. There's no excuse for it.""
+I leaned back, and unzipped my pants. ""Mom, if you're gonna talk to me dressed like a slut, I'd prefer if you just got on your knees and sucked my cock, Ok?""
+She stared at me in open wonder. ""How _dare_ you! I'm your mother!""
+""Are you even wearing panties under that whore skirt?"" I asked, pulling out my cock and stroking it. ""Why don't you bend over, Mom, and give me a peek. Did you shave your pussy for him?""
+Mom marched off to her bedroom, and I drank my beer in peace. It was a good 10 minutes before she reappeared, in sweat pants and a t-shirt. Her hair was back down, her whorish makeup cleaned up.
+As soon as she appeared, I started in again. I was fed up with trying to stop her. ""Your phone's been going off constantly. I bet the Fat Bastard is wondering why you're a no show at the Marriott.""
+It was like I'd slapped her. She stopped in mid-step, and I saw her tear up. Within moments she was bawling.  
+I felt a little bad about it, and stood, rebuttoning my pants. I took her in my arms, and hugged her. ""I couldn't let you do it Mom. I couldn't. Especially not with him.""
+She cried harder, and I drew her down to the couch, holding her while she sobbed.
+""Why would you do it, Mom? Why? I don't understand. Aren't we enough? Do you really want to break up the family?""
+She leaned into me, clutching my shirt in her fists, unable to get a sentence out. I just held her, hugging her, rocking her back and forth. ""I'm sorry Mom. That was cruel of me. But I couldn't let you do it. I couldn't think of any other way to stop you.""
+""You... you got in a fight on purpose? To stop me?""
+""I didn't know what else to do. I was desperate.""
+""But your school record! Your grades, Valedictorian,"" she whined.
+""I was suspended for less than three hours. No tests today. I'll be fine."" I squeezed her. ""Even if it meant getting expelled, I'd still do it, to keep our family together.""
+""What do you know?"" she asked hesitantly.
+""Everything. The dirty messages, him showing you his 'lumber'. The hickey on your tit. Your date Monday night, which Tiffany had to interrupt. Aunt Tina's and Mrs. Ellis' affairs.""
+She was quiet. ""It was you, sending the email to Warren.""
+""I was hoping that if you saw the damage cheating caused in one family, you might think twice about destroying ours.""
+""Francine isn't cheating. He knows about it. Her situation is a lot like mine. You shouldn't have interfered.""
+""She was trying to get you to cheat. She and Aunt Tina. Does Uncle Tim know too? Does he approve?""
+Mom shook her head. ""And all this fooling around the last week or so?""
+""To let you know how much you're loved. You're not, what was it... unappreciated, unloved, unfulfilled. I don't know what we could do about being unfulfilled, but we had to let you know you're loved and appreciated.""
+She sighed, resting her head on my shoulder. ""You don't understand, you can't...""
+""Dad's not having an affair. He wouldn't.""
+Mom murmured. ""I know. Can't might be a better way of putting it.""
+""What's going on, Mom? Why would you do this?""
+""It's your father, Bret. We think it's his blood pressure medicine or one of his other meds. We haven't made love in over a year. A year,"" she whined.
+""But the other day, your shower together...""
+""He tries baby. God love him, he tries so hard. He can sometimes get it half up. He'll do what he can to pleasure me. Hands, mouth, some... toys. But it's not the same."" She sat up and put her arm around my neck, staring into my eyes.
+""I'm going crazy, Bret. Over a year since I've had sex. Your father and I, we've always been great together. A wonderful sex life. Other couples do it maybe once a week, a lot of times less. Not us, two or three times a week was common. From that to nothing. Nothing!""
+""Isn't there drugs, something?""
+""He tried Viagra, had a bad reaction to it. We tried a different medicine. He bought the toys to use on me, but none of it worked. He stopped doing anything with me over 4 months ago. Now he's talking about testosterone injections.""
+""But your boss? That fat bastard?""
+She heaved a huge sigh. ""It was just teasing. Maybe a little dirty, but I wasn't really going to do anything with him. It was nice to be desired, and to see how crazy I could drive him. I honestly don't think it would have gone anywhere, but then you two started in. Teasing me, driving me crazy. I was so fuckin' horny all the time, and you and your sister just made it worse. I finally broke down and agreed to meet him. It was stupid, but I... I needed _something_.""
+""But what about Dad? What if he found out?""
+She sank into my chest. ""Your father's the best man in the world. He feels horrible about everything. About six months ago, after another miserable attempt, he held me and told me that he understood. If I ever felt I needed to do anything, I should do what I had to. He didn't want to know, and would never ask me about it. I couldn't believe he was giving me permission! God, I loved him more than ever, but knew I could never do that to him. So I gave up on sex, got myself off with my toys and a dirty story. Decided that I'd rather be with my family in a sexless relationship, than be fulfilled.""
+""Unappreciated, Unloved?"" I asked.
+She glared at me. ""I don't know how you got into my private correspondence, but I had a bad day, Ok? I was feeling low. I was dressing up for your father, hoping for a little interest, but I was getting nothing. Not even what he _could_ do. It was like he didn't care about sex with me anymore. If I wanted it, I had to practically beg for it.""
+I guess we'd been talking for a while. Tiffany burst in the house, slamming the door behind her. She saw us sitting, and ran over. ""It wasn't his fault, Mom,"" she started.
+I shook my head at her. ""It's over, Tiffany. I told her we know. Why we did it, trying to stop her. Everything.""
+Mom reached out and took Tiff's hands in her own. ""I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean for you guys to get concerned.""
+Mom looked back at me. ""Why don't you get us a bottle of wine, while I try to explain things to your sister? You might want to put some ice on your eye as well.""
+Alright. I guess I was dismissed. I did as Mom asked, pouring them some wine, and leaving them the bottle. Got the proverbial frozen bag of peas for my eye. The old grandfather clock started chiming, and I realized it was barely three o'clock. Tiffany must have cut her last period P.E. again. When I took my seat with Mom and Tiff, Mom wasted no time climbing in my lap, nor Tiffany cuddling up.
+""You know the answer's obvious, Mom,"" Tiffany started.
+Mom shook her head. ""I know what you're going to say, baby. But it's out of the question.""
+""Why?""
+""You know why. It's wrong,"" Mom argued.
+Like Tiffany had reminded me on our first night, she has a stubborn streak a mile wide, and always gets her way. I don't know how she does it, but she's merciless in pursuing her idea, once she's convinced she's right. Aggravating, but I love her anyway. ""Face it, Mom. There's one man in the whole world, _one_ , who you know loves you, would never hurt you, who would do anything for you, and who you know will be discrete. That, and is physically capable of taking care of you. Just one. It's obvious.""
+""I... I can't. I just can't, honey. Please understand...""
+I slipped my hand in Mom's shirt, feeling her soft flesh, breathing deep, smelling her perfume, her shampoo. Smells that had been with me all my life. My Mom's smell. I pulled her head down to my shoulder, kissing the top of her head. ""Don't worry Mom. We're not gonna make you do anything. I promise.""
+Tiffany, on the other hand... ""One choice, Mom. That or nothing. 'Cause I swear, Bret and I are gonna make sure you do nothing to mess up this family. That means _especially_ with the Fat Bastard. I'll hound you to death, if I have to. Bret too. You want to see him get in trouble again? Jeopardize his future for you? Next time he's suspended, it'll be three days minimum, you know that, right? And they don't let him make up his work. I may not matter, I'm not going anywhere, but Bret? Bret's never done anything wrong. Never. Is that what you want, Mom?""
+""Please, baby,"" Mom whined. ""I won't do anything. With nobody. I... I'll live without, I've done if for a year...""
+""Mom, stop talking nonsense! You're 43 years old. Do you really think you can go the rest of your life without sex? That you should?"" She was rubbing her hand on Mom's leg, and I hadn't even realized my hand was back on her breast, cupping it. My lips pressing the side of her head.
+""What happens when the next Romeo starts making a play? But this time he's taller, sexier, younger. He presses his big hard cock against you, flirting. You haven't had it in years, and the young hunk wants you. How are you going to resist? How Mom?""
+""Don't be ridiculous. Why would a young stud want me?""
+""Why don't you ask him?"" Tiffany said softly, glancing at me.
+Mom turned her head and looked at me. Her eyes gazed into mine. I felt her breath shortening, her nipple turning hard in my hand. ""Baby, we can't,"" she whispered, her lips looking so ripe, so ready, moist. ""I'm your...""
+I pressed my lips to her, kissing her fiercely, as she'd taught me. The kiss of dominance, of need. Her breath rushed out of her body, wheezing through her nose, as my tongue claimed her mouth. I pinched her nipple, tugging it, making her moan.
+""Nobody could want you more, Mom,"" Tiffany whispered, leaning against us hugging us both. ""Nobody. He's hard for you isn't he?""
+Achingly. Mom whimpered softly.
+""Nobody will ever know, Mom. Just us three. He'll take care of you. I'll help him. You'll never go to bed aching in need. No more slutty clothes, no more flirting with scum. You'll come home to us, your family, and we'll love you. Love you like nobody else ever has, ever could. That's the answer, Mom, and you know it. It's gonna happen, and all you can do is delay it.""
+My kissing slowed, becoming more intimate. I leaned back against the couch, retreating slowly. Mom followed, pursuing, showing me how it was done, dominating me, making me hers.
+""Your baby boy, Mom. Made for you. Nobody could ever love you more, or better. His cock's massive, aching to be inside you. Stretch you out, fill you. You know you want it, you deserve it. It's been a year."" Evil Tiffany had removed her shirt, and moved to sit on my legs, behind Mom, forcing her into my body.
+Mom gasped, grinding against my erection. ""It's wrong, Tiffany.""
+Tiffany reached down and dragged Mom's shirt up her body, over her arms, leaving her topless in my lap. She pushed Mom's head back down to meet mine, our lips colliding, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for control. Mom whimpered, and I felt Tiffany's hand pushing mine aside, claiming Mom's tits.
+""Who could ever love your tits more, Mom? Who? You fed us with your body. Gave us life. These tits, Mom. Our tits. One each. Sealing a relationship for life. We're yours, and always will be. Just like you're ours.""
+Mom was struggling to resist. ""My babies, Tiffany. You're my babies. I... I can't. God knows I want to, but we..."" My lips cut her off, demanding her attention.
+""We will, Mom. I swear we will. You can't stop us. You're ours. You have been for every single day of our lives.""
+Mom gasped as Tiffany's hand slid inside her sweatpants. ""This is ours. We came from here. Lived in your belly together for nine months. Caused you pain and suffering, made your life miserable, and all you ever gave us was your love. Now it's our turn, Mom. We're gonna love you totally, unconditionally. We're taking our first home back. This naughty pussy needs to be stretched again. Stretched by your son. It's gonna happen.""
+Mom groaned, her lips slipping away. ""If we do...""
+""When,"" Tiffany insisted, and I shushed her, pressing my finger to her lips. ""If we do, what?""
+""Nobody can know. We can't go crazy. Just often enough to keep my sanity,"" Mom whispered.
+""Of course, Mom,"" I said, kissing her cheeks, her nose. ""Nobody will ever know but us. I promise.""
+""When your Dad gets better, it has to stop. He's my husband,"" she said, her voice firming up.
+""Our Dad. We know. You're his, and if he could do it, we'd never interfere. We would never have done any of this, if we didn't love you both, and want to save the family.""
+""It can't interfere with your schooling, your future,"" Mom said.
+""It won't.""
+""I... we... we have to act normal, no more craziness.""
+I kissed her lips softly. ""A little craziness. We'll dial it back.""
+She grinned, and I knew we had her. ""Only a little. Discretely.""
+""It's a promise."" I kissed her lips, and she kissed me back, I felt the passion and desire. ""I'm going to fuck you now, Mom.""
+She looked up at me, ""Just like that?""
+I nodded. Tiffany scrambled off my lap, and I stood with Mom, her legs wrapped around me, her arms clinched around my neck. ""It's been a year,"" she whispered, her head on my shoulder.
+Tiff led the way to my bedroom, opening the door, and pulling back the sheets. I laid Mom on her back, and my sister closed the door. I reached down and tugged Mom's sweats off, seeing her privates for the first time, in a long, long time. I dropped to my knees, leaning down to kiss her there, and she backed away centering herself on the bed. ""Not now baby. Twelve long months it's been. I've had all the oral I can stand. I need a cock, your cock, inside me now. No more foreplay, you and your sister have been driving me crazy for far too long. You need to fuck me now. Fuck me like you promised, Bret.""
+Tiffany was working my pants off while Mom talked, and I tore off my shirt. I kicked my shoes off, and Tiffany took my cock in her mouth, sucking me sloppily, getting me even harder if it was possible. ""Fuck her, Bret. Fuck Mom,"" she growled.
+I was a little scared. Scared I'd fail her. I had no idea what I was doing, I only knew I wanted it more than I had ever wanted anything.
+Mom looked up at me, and grinned. ""Baby boy. You can do no wrong with me. Don't worry, it'll be perfect, Ok? Trust me?""
+I nodded, climbing between her legs.
+""Good. Then stick that big fat cock up inside me, and fuck Mommy's brains out.""
+I pressed the head against her, and she reached down, guiding me home. ""Yesss,"" she hissed, as I entered her.
+""Fuck me baby. Give it to me.""
+I pushed it inside her, and leaned over her, as I'd seen on video. Moved my hips back, feeling the incredible sensation of sliding through her moist flesh. Back in and out. Slowly, treasuring each moment, locking it in my memory.
+""Harder, faster, baby. Fuck me, please,"" Mom pleaded.
+I adjusted my legs and drove in and out of her. Fucked my Mom. Pierced her with my cock. Stretched her pussy, filling her. I looked down and saw tears in her eyes. ""Welcome home, baby boy,"" she whimpered.
+I brought myself down, my hips moving incessantly, instinctively. My lips pressed against hers and she moaned so sweetly it gave me goosebumps. ""Teach me, Mom. Teach me how to be good for you. Make a great lover out of me.""
+""Later baby, for now, do what you want. What you need. Fuck me. Pound me with your cock. Don't stop, don't slow down, don't worry about me. Just fuck me.""
+I wrapped her in my arms, my weight pressing her into the bed. Smelled her hair. Opened my legs and found a position where I was comfortable.
+I fucked her. Fucked her hard and fast, relentless. Only slowing when I got tired, resting for a few seconds, and then hammering at her again. She was gasping, fingers digging into my flesh.
+""Fuck her, bro,"" Tiffany said. I peeked over and she was lying beside us. Naked except for her panties. Pink panties. Teasing pink panties.
+I turned to face Mom, feeling the excitement building. I know it had only been a couple of minutes, but there was no way I could stop. Harder and faster I pounded into her, before gasping, shoving my cock deep inside her, and erupting. I groaned as I shot rope after rope of cum inside my sweet Mom.
+""Can you keep going? Nice and easy for a bit. Stay hard for me, baby boy. Big and hard. Take care of me, Ok?""
+I kept thrusting, slowly, and felt my sister's fingers caressing my balls from behind, touching me where I entered Mom.
+""Is it wonderful?"" she asked softly
+""Incredible,"" I groaned.
+Mom pushed against my shoulders, moving me off of her, until my weight was resting on my arms. ""Sit up baby,"" she purred.
+I did, and she opened her legs. ""Hold them. Hold me open, and play a bit. Get used to your new playground,"" she teased
+My hands slid behind her knees, holding her legs open. I looked down and saw where I was entering her. God, that looked incredible. I stiffened almost immediately, grinning as I saw my own cock swelling, stretching her.
+""Mmmm,"" Mom sighed. ""Like that. Make me take all of it. Deep. Fill me.""
+Tiffany scrambled across the bed, lying down next to Mom. ""What's it like, Mom?""
+Mom lifted her hands to her own breasts, caressing them. ""You're not a virgin too, are you?""
+Tiff shook her head. ""Two guys. Six times altogether. None lasted as long as Bret that first time. Neither went twice in a row.""
+Mom pulled her close, hugging her. ""It's magical, baby. Incredible. Have you come on a cock?""
+Tiffany shook her head. Mom chuckled. ""Don't worry. I'll make sure you come on his. You guys are doing it right?""
+Tiff shook her head again. ""I've blown him. He's gone down on me. That's all, and it's new. Just started.""
+Mom groaned. ""We'll... talk... later,"" she gasped. ""Promise... Ok?""
+Tiffany kissed Mom and I played, wiggling my hips, feeling what different angles were like, getting comfortable, sliding my cock in and out of Mom endlessly.
+""Don't... tease... baby,"" she moaned. ""Fuck me!""
+I did better the second time, lasting longer. Mom pulled her legs back. ""Raise up,"" she said softly. ""Up.""
+I lifted my hips, getting above her, pounding downward. ""Deep and hard. Finish... hard. Slam... me.""
+It was almost work, athletic, raising up on my hands and toes, and hammering my cock into Mom from above, driving her into the bed. She started grunting, little nonsense sounds escaping her lips. ""Don't... stop,"" she groaned.
+Like a machine, taking the strain, feeling the sweat start to bead on my flesh, I pounded her. Filled Mom's sweet pussy. Owned it. Claimed it. Her hands clawed into my forearms, fingernails digging in. She looked in pain, gasping, her body twitching.
+""Harder, Bret,"" Tiffany whispered, her hands running over my body.
+I grunted, shifting, and used my entire body weight to drive Mom through the mattress. The whole bed was bouncing, headboard creaking. Mom seemed to almost crying, every other stroke gasping for breath, ""Unh... unh... unh!"" she grunted.
+""Faster,"" she pleaded. I was nearing the end of my strength, desperate to please her. I was sweating heavily, drops of my sweat falling from my nose, my chin, my forehead, landing on her grimacing face. I couldn't let up, climbing even higher, slamming my hips into overdrive, my thighs trembling, abs aching.
+""Yes... yes... oh, Oh OOOH FUUUUUCK!"" Mom screamed scaring me, her entire body bucking, legs tensing. Her fingernails dug in hard, drawing blood. I felt her pussy pulsing around my cock. I strained, gasping, suffering as I tried to keep it up for her, keep pounding, for Mom. She needed it, and there was no way, no way in hell I was going to fail her.
+She gasped, her body jerking against me, crying out, her entire torso tense, muscles straining, before she released my arms with a groan, her body collapsing back onto the bed.
+I couldn't do it. God I wanted to, but I couldn't keep it up. My arms were shaking, the beginning of a cramp starting in my leg. I had my eyes closed in concentration. I could. I could do it. One more. One more. And another. Another.
+""Bret,"" Mom said shaking me. ""Bret!"" I opened my eyes.
+""Easy, please,"" she begged.
+I collapsed, to my knees, her legs moving down with me, wrapping around my waist, keeping me close. I was breathing like I'd finished a marathon.
+""Oh, baby. It's not supposed to be work,"" she said.
+""For... you,"" I gasped. ""Couldn't... fail you.""
+She chuckled. ""God, you definitely didn't fail me.""
+She pushed me away, and put me on my back. ""I'm sorry, I needed that so badly. I... I didn't mean to use you.""
+""Use me, Mom. Let me be whatever you need.""
+Tiffany was sitting watching us. ""Are you Ok, Mom? He didn't hurt you did he?""
+Mom laughed lying down and playing with my cock. ""Sweetest pain in the world, Tiffany. My boy made me come. Come hard. First time in forever.""
+She took my cock in her mouth, sucking me. ""God, Bret. You have the perfect cock. Perfect. Thick, but not too thick. Long enough to reach everything, but not too long to hurt. I think we're going to become great friends, this big guy and me.""  
+Mom sucked me, and I knew I'd never get enough of that. Incredible.
+""God, Bret! You're bleeding all over the place!""
+I looked down and saw rivulets of blood running down my forearms. I turned them and saw three crescent cuts, where Mom's fingernails had pierced the skin.
+Mom released my cock. ""He'll get over it. Little love scratch. Get him a Band- Aid, baby girl.""
+Mom sat on one leg, her hand stroking me. ""You didn't come?""
+""Couldn't. It was too difficult. Couldn't even thing about it.""
+She grinned. ""I know what will do it for you."" She turned around and got on her hands and knees. ""Like this. From behind. I'll bet you like it. All boys do.""
+She was right. I liked it. A lot. Loved the way it felt. The way it looked. Holding her hips, controlling the speed. It was a lot less work, slowing down, speeding up when I wanted to. Looking at my Mom's bottom. The crack of her ass. The marks on her soft cheeks, when I dug my fingers in. The crinkle of her butthole, flaring when she gasped. I felt the urge to come rushing upon me. ""Mom,"" I groaned, thrusting deeply, filling her again, feeling the exquisite release.
+I collapsed on the bed, and my sister put on her Sisters of Mercy cap and starting wiping the blood off my arm, cleaning me up, applying the Band-Aids. Mom had lain still for a moment, after I came for her, but she was back between my legs, her naughty mouth licking and sucking, cleaning me.
+""Mom,"" Tiffany whined. ""That's gross.""
+Mom looked up at her, and broke out laughing. ""I hope you're kidding, baby girl.""
+""God no! It's all messy.""
+Mom smiled, and sucked me into her mouth, holding me, her tongue teasing, the suction pulsing. When she was done, I was half-hard again.
+""There's only a few rules of great sex, Tiffany,"" Mom explained, licking my cock and stroking me.
+""First, don't be afraid to try anything and don't be afraid to ask."" She gave me a strong suck again. ""Like I asked him to get up on me, and give it to me hard. It was what I needed, and he came through like a champ."" Another deep suck, and she looked up.
+""Second, you have to let go. Let go completely. Give yourself over to your lover, trust them, surrender. Be fearless."" She bobbed her head up and down on my cock, and I watched Mom's beautiful face, my Mom's face, loving me.
+""Third, if you're a guy, and you want the best from your woman, do whatever it takes to get her going. Lots of foreplay, kissing, teasing. Go down on her, get her blood boiling, keep at it until she's desperate for you."" She was stroking me, and stopped to give me a few long licks, kissing the head of my cock.
+""Fourth, if you're a woman, and you want the best he can give you, you don't let up. Love his cock, suck him hard, make him ready for a second, third, fourth go. Treasure those few inches of magic between his legs. Worship it. He'll know, and he'll be desperate to please you. If that means cleaning him up in between, and sucking him till your jaws ache, do it!""
+She sucked me like she meant it, looking up at me, her eyes pleading for more. When she released me from her mouth, I was stiff as steel. Mom giggled, looking over at Tiffany. ""See. He loves me. He's gonna take the best care of me he can.""
+Mom straddled me, and eased my cock back between her legs, slowly lowering herself. ""God,"" she moaned. ""So fucking good. Perfect.""
+She started a little rocking motion, sliding forward and back, my cock barely moving, shifting. Mom smiled for me. ""I'm gonna play a while now, Ok? Let me know if you need anything different.""
+Mom turned back to Tiffany. ""Finally, and this really comes under the same rules as the first two, don't be afraid to talk, to moan, to scream for him. Let him pleasure you. A good man will want you to come. They love it. Love to know they can do that to you, make you lose control. Don't worry about getting sweaty or dirty, where your juices are. If it's too much, just shower and keep going. Cast all your worries and concerns away. No guilt, no fear, no worries. Just love each other.""
+Mom was moving a little faster, she had a cute little rhythm going. She looked down at me. ""How did it feel, baby, to make Momma come like a freight train? Did you like it?""
+I nodded.
+""Did it make you feel a little like I was yours, you owned me, controlled me? Owned my pleasure?""
+I blushed, and nodded again.
+She leaned forward, hands on my chest, her hips moving in little circles, grinding away. ""Good. 'Cause you do. I'm yours now. When we're in bed, I'm yours, to do what you want. I trust you. Trust you to make it as wonderful for me as I'm gonna make it wonderful for you. You understand that, right?""
+She was breathing harder, her motion forward and back again. ""You Ok, baby? This is not uncomfortable is it?""
+""Wonderful Mom. I love it.""
+She grinned. ""I bet I know why?"" She looked over at Tiffany who was lying down again, just taking it all in. ""Do you know why?""
+""'Cause you're doing all the work?""
+""God, no!"" Mom laughed. ""They love to be in control. Shall I tell her?"" she teased me. ""It's the view. Looking up and seeing your love, our tits shaking for him. The expressions on our face."" She looked back down at me. ""You like watching Mommy fuck you, baby?""
+""You're so beautiful, Mom. I can barely stand it.""
+""Grab my hips baby. Show me. Fuck Mommy."" She lifted her hips off of me, and I grabbed her ass, pounding up into her. ""Yesss,"" she growled. ""Fuck me. Take me, you horny, teasing little bastard. Fuck my brains out.""
+My hips were out of control, slamming upward as fast as I could, taking her, until I collapsed back downward with a gasp. Mom lowered herself, and started the slow grinding again. ""Like this, Tiffany. Take turns. We need this, the rolling, the grinding, the pressure. He needs the pounding, the long strokes. I can come like this, come over and over for him, but I gotta give him something."" She rose up again. ""Give it to me, baby boy. Claim your pussy.""
+I hammered her again, my cock hardening, listening to the slap of our flesh, the nasty wet sound of taking her. When I slowed, she bent over, her hands beside my head, and started rocking. Back and forth, my cock sliding in and out of her, all the way in, deep.
+""Compromise, Tiffany. Like this. He gets the stroking, I get the full feeling and a little grind at the end. Make sure you're nice and low, legs open, dragging across him at the end.""
+Mom smiled for me, rocking away, her tits swaying in front of my face, I turned my face struggling to capture a nipple between my lips, ebullient when I did. Sucking, sucking Mom's tit.
+Mom trembled, her head lowering, closing her eyes. ""So good, Bret. You feel so good in me.""
+I didn't answer, content to suck her tit.
+The rocking felt good. Wonderful. Slow and easy. Mom sped up a little. ""Gonna... come,"" she groaned, her pace barely changing, the motion absolutely incredible. ""Coming..."" she gasped, and she pushed back, taking all of me, trembling beautifully.
+Her breath started up again, in bursts, and she was moving again. ""Any time you want, Bret. Don't hold back.""
+""I'm good Mom. It feels great.""
+She smiled and sat up, back to the forward and back grind. Mom looked over at the clock. ""Tiffany, be a dear, and get the big casserole out of the freezer. Turn on the oven to 350. We need to get dinner started soon. Your father will be home in an hour.""
+When Tiffany left, Mom leaned over and kissed me. ""What do you want, baby boy? Is this good? You want on top? How can I pleasure you?""
+""From behind again?"" I asked.
+She grinned. ""You're such a man, Bret. I should have known. Let Mommy have a couple more like this, and you can take me. Take me rough from behind. Alright?""
+I nodded.
+Mom took control, no more talking. Alternated between the upright grinding, and leaning over me and rocking back and forth. She came for me twice, sitting upright, then rocked back and forth building up to a big one, she had with Tiffany watching us again.
+She kissed me, and climbed off. Turned and put her knees on the edge of the bed, bending down and raising her bottom up. ""See if you like this, baby.""
+Standing behind her, I found she was right again. I loved it. Even easier to rock back and forth into her, or grab her hips and pound her hard. She lowered her head to the bed, only her ass raised up for me. I liked that a lot. Enough to push her head back down when she started to raise up, leaning over and pounding into her. ""Mine now,"" I groaned. ""Mine, Mom.""
+She moaned, her legs trembling again. ""Yours, Bret. Take me. Take me hard.""
+I squeezed her ass cheeks in my hands, claiming her, until I exploded hard enough to see black for a moment.
+Mom was mine.
+* * * *
+Epilogue.
+Mine for about four months.
+After our first time, we kept up a little of the teasing Mom, stealing kisses, touching, groping. We figured out a way to get together pretty regularly, Mom and me.
+Dad was still snoring, and Mom would leave to go to my bed, at least a couple of times a week. Any fishing trips or sports outings were spent in bed, all three of us.
+When Mom wasn't in my bed, Tiffany was. We learned out lessons from Mom, and practiced diligently. I knew I loved her, more than a brother should. But we were more than brother and sister.
+I brought Mom in on the secret, as soon as I learned. We set up a surprise for Dad and Tiffany. Fancy cake, candles, the works. It was a few days before Christmas, and I'm sure they had no idea what was going on.
+The cake said ""Congratulations, Tiffany."" I handed her the envelope when she asked what for. Her acceptance letter from UTD had her screaming in joy, leaping on me, almost destroying the table as she took me to the floor. I think she forgot where she was for a second, kissing my face a dozen times, before her lips settled on mine, long, deep, loving.
+Dad gave a not so subtle cough, and she lifted up, blushing. ""How?"" she asked, slowly climbing off me.
+""I talked to admissions, pleaded for a package deal. You and me.""
+""But Harvard? M.I.T.?""
+""Wouldn't mean a thing without my family around.""
+We celebrated, and I explained my plan for us to live at home for the first year, and use the extra $8,000 a year to help pay her tuition.
+Dad would have none of that. ""You save that money, Bret. We'll pay her tuition. Hell, I was worried you'd somehow get her into someplace expensive and we'd have to figure out how to come up with $40K a years. We can manage $10K.""
+Christmas night I got my reward, and she let me come in her mouth for the first time. She didn't like it, but was willing, and I loved her for that. I held her, kissing her sexy lips. ""You don't have to do that ever again, but I love that you were willing to try.""
+She grinned for me. ""We'll do it again. It may taste like shit, and feel like snot, but I love the way you look when I did it. I owned you.""
+I laughed. ""You did. You do.""
+We were discrete. I honestly believe Dad never knew a thing. We were careful. Not always. I got carried away a couple of times. Caught Mom leaning over the sink doing dishes, while Dad was outside working on the lawn. I started teasing her, and she dropped her pants. I took her there, listening to the lawnmower. I fucked her for as long as I could. The mower outlasted me, and I came inside her. She calmly pulled her panties and pants back up, gave me a hot kiss, and told me to go outside and help Dad.
+I'd get worked up now and then, when we had a little time. After school, before Dad got home, or after he went to bed, and the three of us would be watching TV. I'd ask Mom to suck me, and she almost never denied me. She had no problem with swallowing either, teasing my sister about her finickiness. I loved Mom's naughty mouth, almost as much as her sweet pussy.
+Very sweet. Believe me, I know. I spent a hell of a lot of time between her legs, learning my lessons. Tiffany was very appreciative.
+For Valentine's Day, Mom introduced me to something new. It was the day after Valentine's Day, actually. She slept with Dad on Valentine's Day, but I got my gift on February 15th. Mom's ass. Tiffany was with us of course, and we got the full training lesson on how to do it, build up to it, loosen her up. It was incredible. Not the feeling so much, just that we were doing it. It was only the one time, but I'll never forget it.
+Tiffany had much less problem with anal than she did with swallowing. It became a pretty regular thing with her. Not every day or even weekly, but probably at least once a month. She gets in the mood, and won't settle for anything else. Stubborn. She likes it more than me, but I remember Mom's rules, and I'm happy to do what I can to make her happy when we're in bed.
+Dad got a new doctor, and a nutritionist. Changed his diet, and they made him exercise. He bitched a lot, but lost 20 pounds, and his blood pressure got good enough to take him off the meds. March 27. I'll never forget it. It was the last time I made love to Mom. Dad was back, and she didn't need me anymore. At least not for that.
+It was hard for me. God, I missed her, missed making love to her, missed falling asleep with her in my arms, missed the intimacy, the stolen moments. But I knew it was the right thing to do. Tiffany took care of me, loved me when I was feeling down. My sister's arms were a place of refuge.
+Mom would come to me sometimes late at night. Slip into my bed, opposite Tiffany, and hold me. The first time I cried like a baby. I didn't want to, tried to hold it back, but lost it. She held me, told me how much she loved me. How much she appreciated what I'd done for her. I reached for her breast, felt her nipple harden. After a few seconds she pulled my hand away, brought it up to her mouth, kissed my fingertips. I was the glistening in her eye, when she put it on her hip, instead of back on her breast. She used her mouth one last time to get me hard, and held me while Tiffany rode me.
+Mom held Tiffany's hand the whole time. When I came for my sister, Mom sat up and kissed her. ""He's yours now, baby girl."" It broke my heart to see her walk away, tears streaming down her face. I think it was almost as hard on Mom as it was on me. Tiffany held me for a long time. She loved me and got me through it.
+I graduated as the Valedictorian. I stood proud, in front of my class, my family, my Mom. Rotten Tiffany flashed me her pink panties, and I got tongue tied in the middle of my speech. I made her pay for that one. Two loads in her mouth. She was changing, the second one was her idea.
+It's a little over a year since I lost Mom to Dad. Sometimes I walk down memory lane and I think about what we had. But Tiffany and I are celebrating. We've found an apartment next to campus, which I can pay for with my school funds. Tiffany is as smart as I said. She's carried a 4.0 GPA her entire first year, once she buckled down. I got my first B, ever. You can bet I never heard the end of that.
+I'm the luckiest guy in the world. I go to bed every night with my beautiful sister, holding her in my arms, together again. I don't know how, but we'll work it out. I'm never going to let her go. Never.
+And still, there's a part of me that aches every now and then. A loss I'll probably never get over. Mom was mine, all mine, and now I've lost her. To the only man I could stand to. My Dad. It doesn't make it hurt any less."
+69,F3 Anything for Iris,Tx Tall Tales,Chain Stories,2013-11-12,2013-11-12,2022-01-08 03:48:22,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f3-anything-for-iris,They'll do anything to give Iris a chance.,"['Business', 'Diving', 'Exhibitionist', 'Fawc', 'Island', 'Resort', 'Roleplay', 'Spying', 'Vacation', 'Voyeur']",4.77,"_(Author's note: This story is an entry into the third Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story will be kept secret until Wednesday, November 20, 2013, when the author will be revealed in the comments section following this story. There are no prizes awarded during FAWC; this is simply a friendly competition.)_
+ _(Inspiration for this and all FAWC 3 stories was taken from a single picture, which can be found[here](http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=1314237&d=1382517468))_
+ _(The tags for this story are FAWC, Exhibitionist, Voyeur, Role play, Diving, Island, Spying, Vacation, Resort, Business)_
+* * * *
+ _This is an introduction to the story of Cam, Sierra and Iris. It's part one of three, so there's no conclusion here._
+""Did you hear about this? 'RacineCorp, a division of Devereaux Holdings, reports 3rd quarter profits up 18%.' Eighteen percent? In a year like this?""
+Sierra stopped swimming and settled onto the soft white sand beneath the cantilevered benches, glaring up at her boss. ""Shut the hell up, Cam,"" she hissed. ""You want to blow everything?""
+Cameron realized she was correct, but could hardly let her know that. He closed the report and swung over to the edge, his feet dangling a few feet above the crystal clear Indian Ocean water. ""Just reading the financial news, Sy. Nothing wrong with that is there?""
+Sierra was still having a difficult time adjusting to this new Cameron. As driven as her, she'd never seen him without his suit and tie, even when working in the lab. At most he'd take off his coat. Even during testing, he'd worn a full wetsuit. He didn't socialize, outside of business events, and if she had to bet on it, she'd guess his pasty white skin hadn't seen direct sunlight in at least a decade. Still, she had to confess, he may not have been a hard body, but wearing nothing but a swim suit, he wasn't hard on the eyes.
+The thought had her adjusting her red one-piece, which tended to ride up on her ass. She didn't have enough curves to keep the top or bottom in place. At least the design of the suit gave the impression of curves which were conspicuously absent.
+""You were the one that insisted we don't talk about it. Don't even acknowledge their presence,"" she argued, holding her hand above her eyes to cut down on the tropical glare.
+Cameron wanted to laugh at his partner in crime. 30% partner, and worth every damn dime of it. She was without parallel in the lab, but in public? She had the social graces of a rhino. ""Look around, Sy. Not a soul in sight. The water taxis won't arrive until this afternoon. There aren't 20 people in the entire resort. Relax, skinny-minny.""
+Damn, she hated when he called her that. However she knew if she responded at all, it would only get worse. That was the nature of an engineering lab. Let 'em find your weak spot, and they keep picking at it, worrying it like a bone, until you broke. ""I _am_ relaxing. You should try the water. The visibility goes on forever. It's ideal for our purpose. Besides, if you don't get out of the sun, you're gonna burn to a crisp. Lot of good you'll be then.""
+He laughed, and slipped over the edge, dropping into the warm water not more than knee deep. He leaned over and dove outward, disappearing under the surface, coming up a good 15 meters out, shaking his shaggy hair. ""You coming? Race you to our hut."" He turned and cut through the water with a smooth easy stroke that surprised her.
+Sierra considered everything a challenge. There was no way that Cam could out swim her. Not in this lifetime. He never saw the light of day. She competed in Ironman's across the country. Finished the Kailua-Kona in 9:12:22. She glanced up at her destination, and took off at full-speed. It wasn't more than 200 meters to the end of the row of stilted huts, so she'd have to work hard to catch him, what with the cheater's huge head start.
+Passing the third hut, she was only half a dozen meters behind him, but try as she might, she couldn't make up that ground. She shifted to a new breathing stroke, alternating sides as she sped up her kick. The distance narrowed, three meters with two huts to go. She was tiring, but kept pushing. She knew how to fight through the pain, pulling alongside him, her hand brushing his calf. Only one cabin to go.
+Then he was gone. She looked up, and saw him climbing onto the mini-dock of their 'suite on stilts', as Ibrahim had called it when he showed them around.
+She grabbed the railing, breathing hard, trying to catch her breath. Cameron reached down to give her a hand up, but she ignored it. The asshole was smirking, not even breathing hard.
+""How the fuck-""
+""Make it a mile, and you'd kicked my butt, Sy. The 200 was my race in high- school."" He shook his hair like a shaggy dog, reached up to the table on the main balcony, and grabbed a couple of towels, offering her one.
+""I didn't know you swam competitively,"" she said, rubbing the towel through her hair.
+He laughed again. ""I imagine there's a lot you don't know about me, skinny- minny.""
+""I wish you wouldn't call me that,"" she blurted, before she could stop herself. Shit. Now she'd done it. She'd never hear the end of it.
+Cameron wrapped the towel around his waist, and turned to climb the stairs up to the top balcony. ""Sorry. I though you liked that name. You never said anything about it.""
+She followed on his heels, angry with herself for showing her weakness, and with him, suckering her into that race. ""What woman wants to be reminded she's an androgynous stick? If I said anything in the lab, I'd never hear the end of it.""
+Cameron pulled the cork out of their welcome bottle of champagne, and poured them each a glass. ""My apologies. And you're anything but androgynous, Sierra."" He stood beside one of the two lounge chairs, and passed her the glass, taking his time looking her body over.
+Sierra felt herself blushing while he obviously checked her out. ""You said this would be professional,"" she reminded him.
+""Absolutely. You're the one that said I should relax. What could be more relaxing than a leisurely swim, laying out on a deck in paradise, and sharing a bottle of champagne with my beautiful wife?"" He grinned as he spoke, mischief in his eyes.
+Sierra glanced at the large diamond on her finger. Diamonique, she corrected herself, 2 carat solitaire, with matching eternity wedding band. The $500 set looked like it was worth closer to $15 grand. She still couldn't believe she'd let him talk her into it. He was right of course, as he usually was, damn him. If things went as they hoped, there was little doubt someone would check up on their story. The 'honeymooning couple' cover had to stand up. What better way than to actually get married? She reminded herself it was only a piece of paper, with pre-nups in place, and they could bow out gracefully once their plans worked out.
+""You're sure, _hubby dear_ , this is the right suite?"" she asked.
+""You know as well as I do. It's gotta be at least 90% likely. The day after their board of directors selected this location, only one luxury suite was reserved. That one,"" he pointed across the water, at the building located on the end of the pier adjacent to theirs. From their deck, they could see only one other building, making it the most private out there. The one across the way was the same. About as secluded as they could get, on the property. Perfect for newlyweds, or an eccentric, reclusive multi-millionaire.
+""But what if it isn't?""
+Cameron shrugged. ""We deal with it. We'll figure out a way. It's not like you and I aren't good at solving problems, right?""
+She nodded, sipping her champagne, settling back into the comfortable lounge chair. He was right about that. Nobody better. It's why they worked so well together. They might cross swords a lot, but together they'd proven that no problem was insurmountable. That's why they were there.
+""Want to give it a test?"" Sierra asked, glancing over at their pride and joy.
+""I thought you'd never ask,"" he said grinning, looking back over his shoulder to the huge canopy bed.
+""Test Iris, you pig,"" she growled, stifling a grin of her own. ""You said no shenanigans. You promised, Cam.""
+""I'm just teasing you, Sy. We're going to be in close contact for the next 5 days. If you act like you can't stand to be around me, you're going to blow our cover for sure.""
+Right again. Damn it. She stood, and opened her arms. ""Come here, husband mine. One little kiss, and we'll take Iris for a spin."" She could play along. It was only for show.
+Cameron was surprised by her actions. He stood and gently pulled her into his arms. He looked down into her pretty eyes, so much better than those ugly glasses she habitually wore. ""No more glasses for you. They hide your beautiful eyes.""
+His words gave her goose bumps. For a moment, he seemed sincere. Not joking, not teasing. His lips met hers, gentle, caressing. Hers parted automatically, and she felt the edge of his tongue brushing her lip. Her eyes closed as she surrendered for a moment, then his lips were gone. Cameron was looking down at her intently. ""I'm not going to have difficult time acting like a newlywed. Are you?""
+Sierra felt his firm hug, his body pressed against hers. The warmth of his skin heated where they met. ""I can put on as good a show as you. It's only a few hours each day, right?""
+His hand slid up her back, caressing the back of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine, before cupping the back of her head. She couldn't move, couldn't resist, when his face lowered over hers, his mouth descending, demanding, kissing her deeply, before sliding away to whisper in her ear. ""As many as it takes, Sierra dear.""
+It took a moment for her to catch her breath, then she was sliding out of his grasp, turning to their dive bags. ""Behave, Cam.""
+He watched her from behind, her tight little buns on display as she bent down and pulled out his Iris unit. She passed it back without looking and he took it from her. He checked the battery life, and pressed the three button diagnostics test combination. The LEDs cycled successfully.
+He looked up, and she had her own unit in hand, checking settings, connections, making sure everything was set.
+The Intelligent Respirator and Imaging System, IRIS, was their pride and joy. Three years of development, stemming from an argument the two of them had had about the utility of integrating smarts with an advanced shallow depth snorkeling mask. It had developed into so much more.
+She looked up at him smiling. ""It _is_ beautiful, isn't it?""
+Almost as beautiful as her, he thought. When she let it show. ""You did an incredible job, Sy. I'll never deny that. Best work I've ever seen.""
+She wasn't about to argue. He was right. Many of the technology advances might be his, but the design and integration, the art and beauty, those were hers. ""Why can't they see it?"" she asked softly.
+""They're idiots, with no vision. It's like nothing else, so it doesn't make sense to them. Horatios, all of them.""
+ _There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy._ The banner over the entrance to their lab. Their motto.
+""And you think Devereaux has that vision?"" she asked, begging for reassurance. This was their last shot. They were broke, drained, credit cards maxed. This ten-thousand dollar last gasp was all they had left. It had to work. And if that meant playing house with Cameron Riddle for a few days, she was willing to go along.
+""I'm positive. Have faith, Sierra. We've created something wondrous. Someone will recognize it for what it is.""
+She sprayed the interior glass with the defogger, passed it to him, and walked down to the water access deck. She slipped her feet into the swim fins, and jumped into the water. Kicking lightly, she lowered her head into the water, brushed her hair back, and pressed IRIS against her face. The protocol flashed in front of her eyes on the heads-up display. She breathed in deep, while the mask sealed itself, then she felt the valves reset as the pressure gauge indicated no leaks.
+She ignored the splash at her side, as Cameron entered the water. ""Iris, activate all systems."" The gauges lit up, and the magic happened. She still found it hard to believe what Cam had managed, developing the artificial gills that provided the oxygen for their system. He'd somehow reduced the battery weight to barely a kilo, almost negligible underwater. With the power available, Sierra had been responsible for the electronics that ran the system. To her, it was a natural leap to create a state of the art, heads up display system, managed by a voice controlled AI. Thus, the imaging system component of their intelligent rebreather.
+Sierra strapped the sleek pack to her back, only three inches high, with the large water intakes exposed on top. The strap went around her waist, and she tested her buoyancy. Unlike SCUBA tanks, IRIS didn't change in buoyancy. And it weighed about the same as a typical weight belt. More than 30 patents applied for, integrated into their baby. All but 6 of them hers. Of course the big two, the game changers, were Cam's.
+She looked over at Cam, and saw his big grin. When he was playing with Iris, he always seemed like a big kid, the day-to-day stress all but absent, a different man exposed. The guy she'd met that first evening, arguing until dawn, designing a miracle on the back of a dozen napkins at iHOP. Who she'd rarely seen since.
+""Iris, Channel 1. Stop.""
+ _Channel 1 active, Sierra._ It always gave her goosebumps to hear her own voice, talking back to her.
+""All systems go, Bossman?"" she asked. Her voice was modulated and transferred to his unit.
+""Ready, Patent-Lady. You wanna lead?""
+""And have you stare at my butt for the next hour? I don't think so, perv.""
+He laughed. ""Pull up alongside. Set a heading for 205°, 200 meters out. We'll head south from there.""
+""Got it.""
+""Iris-"" she heard him speak, before he was silenced. Addressing Iris cut off the communications automatically during any commands.
+""Iris, heading 205, distance 200 meters. Tracking Channel 1. Map lower quadrant, 400 meters, centered. Stop."" She still occasionally forgot to say 'stop', after her commands. She knew the automatic command cutoff would kick in after 3 seconds of silence, but she preferred the precision of doing it right. Plus, the automatic command cutoff had been Cam's idea, and she hated giving him the satisfaction of using it.
+ _Heading 205 set. 200 meter waypoint. Channel 1 in green, Sierra_.
+The map showed up in the bottom right of her mask, where a glance downward showed her placement on the map, as well as Cameron's and their target.
+Swimming forward, she could see him out of the corner of her eye. The ultra- wide viewing area covered almost her entire face. Unlike a normal mask, the entire underwater world opened before her, a stunning panoramic view. She noticed movement to her left. ""Cam, on our left.""
+He heard the ""Cam, on our left,"" from Sierra, and it took a moment for him to differentiate it from Iris's responses. He looked that way. ""Iris, identify.""
+The mask's AI tracked his eye movements, and one of the external cameras aimed at the moving object, zooming in, analyzing. Brackets surrounded the bright blue fish. _Surgeonfish, Cam darling_. The dark green brackets indicated more than 95% certainty. Knowing Sierra, that was probably closer to 99.9%.
+'Darling?' He'd have to give Sy hell. He'd already warned her about Iris's flirting. Later.
+""Beautiful,"" he said.
+It was different in the water. They both knew it. They were like proud parents, and every argument, every dispute, ever little irritation disappeared. They had done this. Created it from scratch. Sierra felt his hand brush against hers. She opened her fingers, and his palm met hers, fingers interlocking, as they glided through the water in perfect sync.
+They spent the hour they'd planned on, returning to their suite with 20% battery reserves, plus the 5 minute emergency compressed oxygen tank unspent. A glorious hour spent underwater, exploring their surroundings, and testing Iris's abilities.
+Sierra pulled up to the dock, bracing herself with one hand. ""Iris, thank you. Save recording. Save data. End dive.""
+ _You're welcome. Dive archived, visuals and data. Have a wonderful day, Sierra._
+She pulled off her mask, and set it on the wooden deck, unstrapped the pack, and placed it beside Cameron's. She looked over at him, sure that her smile was at least as large as his.
+Her legs kicked casually, keeping her high in the water, while they grinned at each other. They didn't need to say a word. It had been perfect. Sublime. He moved closer, and she leaned into him, accepting his embrace. She'd known it was coming. There was something about being in the water with Iris that broke down their barriers. In this idyllic setting, it felt stronger than ever.
+""Thank you,"" he whispered, slipping his arm around her body, their legs scissoring together, his thigh brushing between her legs. She saw something new in him, an emotionality she'd never expected. His eyes glistened, staring into hers.
+""No, Cameron. I should be thanking you. There's a million computer jockeys out there that could have done this. I'll never be able to thank you enough for letting me be part of it.""
+""Bullshit, Sy. No matter what else there is between us, there's no denying the perfect synergy we share. I couldn't have done it without you, and I doubt there are a dozen people in the country that could have accomplished what you have. Iris is pure genius.""
+Their bodies were pressed together, faces only inches apart. The constant movement of his leg between hers was driving her crazy. She could tell from the bulge in his suit, that her leg moving between his was doing the same. They were always close after each test, but this - this was different. They had done it. Achieved perfection in as much as anyone could. Fuck the world if they couldn't recognize it. Fuck Devereaux if he didn't have the vision. If they had nothing else, they had this moment. And they had Iris.
+Cameron's gaze was intense, burning. ""Si, I know I promised no shenanigans, but I need to kiss you now.""
+Before she could respond his lips were on hers, desperate, passionate, his teeth crushing her lip, his tongue fighting with hers. She felt his thigh pressed deep between her legs, no longer moving, only his exterior leg kicking, keeping them afloat. Hers was positioned the same, feeling his need pressed against her flesh. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment. It had nothing to do with their honeymoon cover, or the teasing playfulness of earlier. It was right. An extension of their perfect time together with Iris.
+When he pulled away an eternity later, she felt his hand caress his face, before she opened her eyes. His conveyed concern. ""I'm sorry, Sierra. That was unacceptable behavior on my part. I can only plead temporary insanity. Please forgive me.""
+She smiled. ""A shared insanity, Cam. It's Iris.""
+""I know. Still-""
+""Gimme a kiss, hubby dear, and you're forgiven.""
+She enjoyed the grin on his face, as he leaned in and gave her a teasing little kiss, which lasted only a couple of seconds. ""Forgiven?"" he asked.
+""Always. I don't think I'll ever be able to stay mad at the father of our girl, not for long.""
+They moved apart, and made their way to the ladder. Cameron watched Sierra climb up first, hoping a few moments respite would hide the evidence of just how strongly the last few minutes had affected him. He felt guilty, for pressing the limits, beyond what he'd promised. By the time he climbed out, he wasn't too embarrassed. They rinsed themselves off, and their gear, put the batteries on the charger, and connected the Iris units to the computer, dumping the results of their test.  
+""I'm gonna shower,"" Sierra announced, picking some clothing out of the dresser.
+Cameron was about to joke if she needed any help, but felt he'd already pressed things way to far already. Not that he wouldn't love to help her, but that wasn't their agreement. ""Take your time, I'm gonna check on our surveillance.""
+He had a powerful high-def camera targeted on the bungalow across the way. The resolution was enough that he could zoom in on any area, and read the cover of a book. Not quite newsprint legible definition, but more than enough for their needs. A parabolic reflector was aimed at the deck, while laser microphones targeted the bedroom and bath. He crossed the room and adjusted the optical receiver. Everything seemed to be working, and he set the system on auto.
+Sitting at the laptop, he reviewed the data from their dive, putting it through a series of filters, analyzing the oxygen content, water flow rate, battery drain, Iris responses. All seemed to be within typical norms. He still had a nagging hunch that part of the euphoric feeling that each test resulted in was partially due to the high-oxygen content of the rebreather, or some similar effect of the scrubbed gasses. He was tempted to put the max batteries into the system, allowing a 2.5 hour swim, and see if there was any change. Sixty minutes was still their max test, but sooner or later they'd have to check out longer duration dives, and empty the batteries to the point where the artificial gills shut down, until they were reliant on the spare oxygen tank. They didn't have enough mini-tanks to do that more than once.
+""Presentable?"" Cameron heard from behind. He turned and gave his 'wife' a wolf whistle. ""Gorgeous, Sierra. You really need to wear dresses more often. You'd scare the hell out of the guys in the lab.""
+She blushed at his teasing. ""Your turn. Our friends show up yet?""
+""Not a sign of them. I thought they were supposed to be here before dinner. I hope we don't lose a day.""
+Sierra walked past him, looking at the computer display. ""Air traffic can be a tricky thing. It's still barely 3:00 o'clock, but I'm regretting skipping lunch. Get cleaned up, and let's see if we can't get fed somewhere.""
+As soon as he was out of the chair, Sierra was seated, doing her own analysis, checking out Iris's voice recognition accuracy. Near perfect, of course, but both Cam and she were the voice standards. She only hoped that Mr. and Mrs. Devereaux didn't stray much from the baseline. She realized that if they could catch the couple speaking on the deck, she could record their voices and 'train' Iris with them, minimizing last minute voice practice.
+With the data verified, she retreated to the open deck to relax. Her second glass of champagne, and she was already feeling a buzz. The situation probably had something to do with her giddy feeling. It really was paradise. No bugs, ideal weather, warm water, and the gorgeous scenery. It was more than she could have imagined. Her first time out of the country, and it was to the Maldives, at a luxury resort. She had to hand it to Cam, if you were going to risk it all, why not do it in style?
+She looked over in the direction of the corner bathroom, and was surprised to see he'd opted for using the bathtub. The tub was conspicuously located at the edge of the bathroom, surrounded on three sides by floor to ceiling windows. She watched as he stood up, the water dripping off his naked form, giving her a good view of his backside. She giggled, wondering if any of the suites across the way were getting the full Monty.
+""Not bad,"" she murmured to herself, checking out his tight butt, and muscular back.
+She reached down and adjusted her panties, where they crept up her crack. She had no idea what had driven her to wear a thong. She'd never liked them. Uncomfortable as hell. Yet her simple sundress practically screamed at her to wear one. She'd almost dredged up the courage to go braless. Almost.
+""It'll do,"" she heard a powerful voice echo across the water. She was surprised how well it carried. She looked over, and started scrambling. Target acquisition, the Devereaux's had landed.
+She tested the parabolic mic and found the gain too high. She turned it down, and listened in.
+""What do you think,"" the man's voice from earlier spoke.
+""It's not the Waldorf, but it's not bad,"" a soft, sultry voice answered. Sierra's hand automatically went to the amplifier, adjusting the equalizer.
+""What's up?"" Cameron's voice boomed from behind her. She glanced up and her heart leapt into her throat, when she saw the faces on the far deck turn their way. The zoom on the display instantly captured a look of distaste.
+""You, I hope,"" she said loudly.
+She bounded out of the chair, turning and leaping into his arms. He caught her before he could be bowled over, and trembled when her lips settled over his. She kissed him hard, her eyes open, staring into his, a look of... fear?
+He pushed her face away. ""What the-""
+Her hand was over his mouth cutting him off. He felt her lips against his ear. ""They're here. On the deck. They can hear everything we say. Sound carries like mad across the water.""
+Cameron leaned his head to the side, sliding his lips over hers, kissing her softly, while peeking over her shoulder. Sure enough. Alan Devereaux, in the flesh, gazing their way, his wife Janine tucked under his arm. The couple stood at the railing, openly watching them.
+This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. He felt the air across his body. He'd dropped his towel when Sierra had surprised him. Here he was naked as the day he was born, standing with a hard-on, in front of their last hope. His mind was clicking away, while his mouth stayed connected to Sierra's, gaining a few moments to think.
+He looked again, and was surprised to see that Janine was standing in front of Devereux, his arms draped around her, his hands on her chest, while they both watched intently.
+Cameron reached up and grabbed the zipper at the top of her dress in back, and pulled it down. He almost stopped when Sierra bit his lip. ""Stop!"" she hissed.
+""They're watching. Please go along just a bit. Trust me, Sy.""
+Sierra trembled, as the zipper slid down her back. Then she felt it falling, leaving her exposed, standing in the open, in only her bra and panties. Not even panties, for that matter. That stupid thong.
+She had her head tucked into his shoulder, mortified. The way he was exposing her. She was having difficulty breathing. She could feel their eyes on her, looking, judging. Taking in her skinny boy-butt. Sierra gasped as Cameron's hand slid down her body, caressing her flesh. She moaned, unable to prevent it. She was burning up, her nipples diamond hard, trying to tear their way through her sheer bra.
+""Please,"" she whimpered.
+""Beg me,"" Cameron pronounced loudly, looking across the way. Janine Devereaux was topless, leaning into her husband's hands.
+""Cam, please, _please_!""
+He laughed, and scooped her into his arms, as if she was weightless. ""Wave to the neighbors beautiful,"" he told her.
+She was shaking, heart racing, face flushed. She'd never been so embarrassed, nor so excited. She was afraid they could smell her excitement from across the water. She lifted a hand and waved, head turned away in shame. She didn't see Alan Devereaux's cheerful wave back, but Cameron did.
+Sierra was helpless and she knew it. She was all but naked and she could feel Cameron's hardness pressed against her hip. She moaned, turning her head, kissing his chest, as he carried her to the bed, their bed. She shivered, wondering how he'd be. Impersonal, like the lab, playful, like they were during the sea test, intimate, powerful, dominant, demanding. Which Cameron would it be?
+She was on her back, raising her hips, waiting for him to strip off that damned thong. She opened her eyes, and saw him sit beside her, draping a towel over her exposed body. He leaned into her, holding her softly, his faint words butterfly kisses against her ear. ""I'm so sorry, Sierra. They were watching. We're supposed to be newlyweds. I didn't know what else to do.""
+ _Do?_ she thought. _He should have..._ She trembled, gasping, at the thoughts that ran through her mind. Surely, she didn't want, not like that, not in front of them. Not with him.
+Cameron, held her gently. ""I'm sorry, Sy. I'm sorry.""
+Part of her wanted to roll into his embrace, let him calm her, forgive him for exposing her like that. Another part wanted to slap him, while another, the scariest, wanted to deride him for not being man enough to see what she wanted. Needed.
+She needed to take back control. She couldn't collapse like this. Not in front of _him_. She pushed him away. ""What are we supposed to be doing in here?"" She asked softly, glancing in the direction of the Devereaux's suite.
+It was her turn to watch him blush. She glared at him. ""Grab that chair and sit. Don't move,"" she hissed.
+As he moved off the bed, pulling over the chair, and sitting on it, she noticed he'd lost his hardness for her.
+That wouldn't do.
+She moaned loudly, ""Ohhh, baby."" She reached under the towel covering her, and removed her bra, pulling it out from the oversized beach towel, and throwing it in Cam's direction.
+""That's it. Suck my titties, baby. Yessss!"" she groaned loudly, her hands moving under the towel, the action obvious to Cameron, where the cotton cloth tented over her chest.
+He wasn't the only one that could put on a show.
+""Bite it. Don't be gentle. Claim me. For always."" She pinched her own nipple hard, gasping, crying out softly.
+She opened her eyes, and caught Cameron stroking his new erection. She glared at him, mouthing a harsh ""No!"" He pulled his hands away, and she smiled. She was back in control. She'd teach that bastard to use her like that. Expose her. Get her worked up and leave her hanging? Let's see how he liked it.
+""I need it Cam, baby. Inside me, stretching me,"" she cried out. ""Don't make me beg again. Please. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me."" She gazed down at his erection. Not huge, but definitely above average. Not that she was surprised. As if there was anything average about Cameron Riddle.
+Her hands pulled her soaked thong aside, rubbing her wetness, teasing herself, just like she was teasing him, torturing him. Punishing him for exposing her like that. For getting her worked up, and leaving her high and dry.
+Well, maybe not that dry.
+""Whatever you want, I swear, just fuck me. Fuck me!"" she cried out.
+She shrieked, knowing she'd be heard in every suite up and down the walkway. She closed her eyes, imagining Cameron on top of her, seconds after they'd left the balcony, in her moment of weakness. He could have had her then, she couldn't have stopped him. Wouldn't have. Sierra slid two fingers into her depths, crying out, moaning loudly.
+""Like that, Fuck me, you animal!"" she groaned. ""Beast.""
+Frustrated, she brought up her knees, and tore off her thong, throwing it across the room. Heedless that the towel barely covered her waist, her tiny tits exposed to his view, her nipples standing tall, one leg free of the towel, exposed to the hip.
+""Fuck me, Cam,"" she groaned. ""Fuck me, fuck me. FUCK. ME!""
+She closed her eyes, leaning back into the pillow, both hands working now, one rubbing, one probing, the wet sound of her own desperate desire the only sound in the room, beside her heavy breathing and groans.
+She fell into a rhythm, her actions interspersed with loud moans, and abjurations to give it to her harder, deeper, faster. On and on she abused herself, time drifting away, her surroundings no longer relevant.
+Sierra's moans grew in intensity, the burning feeling blocking out everything. Her legs hurt from being too tense for so long. Her hips were bouncing off the bed. She wanted to come, needed to come, needed it so bad. She strained, crying in her need, shaking.
+""Come, Sy. Come for me.""
+She opened her eyes, seeing him beside her. He adjusted the towel to cover her, providing that littlest remaining shred of privacy. ""Come, baby. Come for me.""
+His voice was stronger than necessary, putting on a show, but his gaze, his eyes locked on hers, his hand moving up and down his turgid staff, proved it was more than that. His other hand caressed her cheek, burning where it touched.
+Sierra was going crazy, her fingers a blur, but the ending was just out of reach. She groaned, tears of frustration flooding her eyes. ""I... I can't."" She couldn't believe her own words when she gasped, ""Help me?""
+His stare pierced her. He lay down beside her, and she moaned when his hand left his cock and slid under the towel. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her near hand free, her fingers soaked in her juices. He brought them upward, staring into her eyes, as he smelled them, breathing in deeply. She felt his hardness pressed against her thigh, rubbing against her, searing her sensitive skin. She felt a wetness, sliding against her hip, and sensed his desperate need.
+""Come for me, Sierra, my beautiful wife,"" he whispered, only for her. His mouth opened, sliding her fingers between his lips. Sucking.
+Sierra felt the jolt through her spine. She screamed, her hips reaching for the ceiling, the towel cast aside, her hand clutching between her legs, trying to stem the flood. Her body shook, and she clutched at him as he took her in his arms, holding her tightly, his hand caressing her, possessing her. She cried out again, feeling his warm juices bathing her hip, where he ground his hard cock against her. The stifled whimper that leaked from his lips set her world on fire.
+His arms, his chest, his smell, that was her world, and she wanted nothing to interfere with it. Time ceased to exist in her isolated fantasy world, where she was his, without restraint, without remorse. She felt movement, shifting, as her lips pressed against his chest. She curled up tighter, a little naked ball in his powerful arms. His calm caresses slowly opened her up. She let her knees edge away from her belly, for the moment embarrassed at how exposed she must have been, curled up like that. She looked up at him and saw his concerned face. It blocked out the sky, and she realized they were out on the deck. It took her a few moments to get her bearings, and she was thankful her head was pointed toward the Devereaux's suite.
+""Are they..."" she whispered.
+""Yes. Enthralled. You're one hell of a woman, Mrs. Riddle.""
+She curled up tighter, leaning against him, both terrified and satisfied.
+""I'm embarrassed,"" she whispered, her finger tracing patterns on his chest.
+""I know. It's ok."" His hand brushed back her hair, and he leaned down and kissed her forehead. ""Let's get you inside and taken care of.""
+He stood, holding her easily, and returned inside without a glance at the other suite.
+Cam was gentle with her, placing her on the bed, and covering her with one of the oversized towels. He brushed her hair back, grinning at her. ""I think they'll accept our cover now.""
+Sierra felt awkward and nervous. She was naked and extremely embarrassed over her performance. ""Can you give me a minute alone, Cam?""
+He leaned over and kissed her forehead gently. ""Take as long as you need. We'll get something to eat if that's alright. Dinner should be starting shortly, and I'll call and get us a seat at Velhi. I think a quiet evening away from the buffet would be best.""
+Sierra only then realized he was still nude. He stopped by his dresser, slipped on a pair of shorts and a Hawaiian shirt before disappearing into the bathroom. She heard the bathtub filling, before he returned.
+""The bath is heavenly. I've run the water for you. When you're ready, I'll be out on the deck.""
+A twenty minute soak had her feeling a little more in control of her situation. She reclined amid the bubbles and bath oils, staring out through the window at the distant suites. In a moment of nervousness, she looked back through the window toward the balcony, but could only see the back and side of Cam's head, where he appeared to be relaxing in the nearest lounge chair. She still couldn't believe her behavior, blaming it on the situation, the excitement of Iris's testing going so well, the champagne, and the atmosphere of the place.
+""What must he think of me?"" she wondered, as she dried off, tying her hair back in a simple pony-tail.
+Sierra was not one to wear makeup, but she applied a little lipstick and perfume. She found her dress, which she'd worn for a short while earlier, laid out on the bed, along with her thong. Her bra was notably absent. Sandals were placed at the foot of the bed.
+She grinned. Cocky son-of-a-bitch, picking out her wardrobe. She was tempted to ignore it, but she knew that would let him know he was getting to her. She swapped out the sandals for a different pair, but stuck with his choice of clothing. She was surprised she didn't feel more awkward, dressing in the bedroom, which was open to the deck. All he had to do was turn his head to see her.
+""Not like that would be anything new, now,"" she thought, adjusting her dress. She looked in the mirror, trying to decide if she really dared go out without a bra. Her breasts were small, admittedly, barely a B cup, but her nipples were large and sensitive. They were already hardening from feeling the soft material brush against them.
+""Hell, I'm a honeymooner, right? Newlywed?"" She turned and looked at herself in the mirror. ""If the guys in the lab could see me now...""
+She walked out on the deck, and Cam nearly fell over, jumping out of the chair. He gave an instinctive look across the water, where she could hear a gentle rumble of muted conversation, but nobody was visible.
+""Damn, you clean up nice, Sy. You're stunning.""
+She walked up to him, offering her cheek for a kiss. ""Nobody's watching. You don't have to suck up.""
+Cam grabbed her chin, and turned her face forward, kissing her on the lips. Nothing too egregious, but nice, nonetheless. ""Honest to God, Sierra. You're gorgeous. Every man on the island's going to be jealous of me.""
+She blushed, and was surprised to find her hand sliding up his side in appreciation. ""You dress down nice. You should go casual more often. Dress suits and wet suits are all I ever see you in.""
+""No suits on this trip,"" he told her, his hands nearly encircling her narrow waist. ""Shall we go? If you'd rather, we could have food brought in.""
+She shook her head. ""I think we need to make an appearance. Make it look right. We're around, but not interested in socializing.""
+""Works for me."" He put his arm around her waist, guiding her out the door, onto the long wooden dock that connected the suites to the main island. Once out the door, he slid his hand down to hers.
+""For show?"" she teased, wiggling her hand in his.
+""If you insist,"" he said softly. ""Iris was perfect today.""
+""Unbelievable. I know we had updated the marine charts and marine life tables, but I didn't expect that!"" she exclaimed, leaning into him.
+His hand casually released hers, his arm rising up her back, his hand warm on her bare shoulder. ""Not one miss. We must have seen 40 different types of marine life, and she nailed them all.""
+""Thirty nine fish, two sharks, and 22 types of coral and plants,"" she corrected him.
+""I didn't think it was possible. I mean, seriously, the interpretation from a photo to the real thing? I was praying for a 50/50 hit rate.""
+She giggled. ""You think so little of me?""
+Sierra was surprised when he stopped abruptly, turning her and pulling her into his arms. ""Hardly. You are without a doubt the most exceptional woman I've ever met, and a genius with your AI.""
+She braced herself for the kiss, when his face lowered toward hers. His lips glided past her mouth, brushing her cheek along the way. ""We have an audience,"" he whispered, nibbling her ear. ""At the concierge area.""  
+His mouth moved back to hers, kissing her deeply, pulling her body close, one arm clutching her body, the other hand settling over her butt cheek, massaging it.
+She leaned into him, feeling his hardness pressing against her belly. It made her feel good, that she could get to him like that. ""Mmm,"" she whispered, once she could free her lips. ""Somebody's happy,"" she teased, turning and pressing her hip into his erection.
+He gave her a quick kiss, and turned to walk down the path, pulling her close, his hand around her shoulders. ""Beyond happy. Ecstatic. It's coming together, Sy. I can feel it. And there's nobody I'd rather share it with than my incredible wife.""
+Sierra bumped her shoulder against him. ""Enjoy it while you can, Bossman. In five days you turn back into a pumpkin, and I'm gonna be wielding the carving knife if you don't start behaving yourself.""
+* * *
+They were early for dinner, in the upscale Velhi restaurant. It required reservations and had limited space, but their choice of accommodations gave them VIP status, and their wristband ensured priority seating. As ""newlyweds"" the staff had orders to ensure their special treatment. The combination had them seated in one of the six window tables, looking over the beach, across the Indian Ocean.
+""It's beautiful here,"" Cameron said, gazing across the water.
+""You ever done something like this before?""
+He looked over at his dinner companion. ""Go on a honeymoon?""
+She rolled her eyes at him. ""Go someplace like this. Tropical paradise, all- inclusive, first-class.""
+He chuckled. ""I'm lucky to get down to Ocean City for a weekend. I think my biggest adventure since I've been on my own was four days in Manhattan. Not quite the same, I think. You?""
+""Panama City Beach for spring break, probably.""
+""C'mon, Sierra, I know you've been out to the Big Island twice.""
+""Four to a room, fly in, swim, bike, run, recuperate for a day, then stagger to Kona for the flight home. Not really relaxing."" She sipped her cocktail. ""Between training and triathlons, all my free time is taken. Iris doesn't leave much time for much else.""
+Cameron nodded. They shared that. The all encompassing nature of their business. Every spare minute working on their masterpiece. ""You love it too, don't you?"" he said.
+Sierra was quiet for a moment. ""More than I suspect anyone but you could imagine.""
+""You remember our first 'date'?""
+She laughed. ""Is that what you're going to call it? If so, you were the lousiest date in history. All we did was argue and fight for, what, like 14, 15 hours?""
+He grinned, ""And out of that feisty union, Iris was conceived.""
+She looked up at him, the only person in the world who could understand what that meant. Two more initial meetings, and she'd quit her job, and dedicated herself full time to the Iris project. Almost three years of her life, chewing through her savings, emptying her 401K, maxing out her credit cards. Virtually every waking moment was spent thinking about Iris. And she knew she hadn't put a tenth of what Cameron had into the project.
+She gave him a smile. ""Best date ever."" She leaned across the table. ""What are we going to do if this doesn't work out?"" she whispered.
+""We keep trying. I'll get a paying gig if I have to. Consult. Beg family and friends. Maybe sell a kidney. What we don't do is give up.""
+""Never give in,"" she whispered, her eyes moistening. ""Never give in, never, never, never - in nothing, great or small, large or petty - never give in except to convictions of honour and good sense.""
+Cameron held his other hand out for her, and she placed hers in it. He gave them a squeeze. ""You'll fight with me, won't you Sy?""
+Her voice was hoarse with emotion, as she nodded. ""I'll go to war if I have to. As long as it takes, whatever it takes, for as long as I'm standing or breathing. Beyond conviction and good sense. I swear Cam, I won't let you down. Never. Never, never, never.""
+""And that's what I love about you, Sierra.""
+To the tables around them, slowly filling up, they were the picture of love. Eyes only for each other, whispering, smiling, holding hands. At the table for ten, the senior directors of Devereaux holdings sat. Janine nudged her husband, nodding toward the couple at the window. ""Remember what it was like?"" she whispered.
+He leaned toward her, putting his arm around her shoulders, and kissed her cheek. ""Every night, my love. Every single night.""
+She blushed, putting her hand on his thigh and giving it a squeeze. They'd been together since the beginning, fresh out of college. She remembered when he was working out of their basement, bringing four of his friends together. Janine dealt with all the finances, somehow finding the money for their first prototypes. Going hat in hand to their relatives, pitching their ideas, borrowing a hundred dollars here, fifty there. Living off Ramen and $.88 loaves of generic sandwich bread. Working 50 hours a week, to pay their bills, while he dedicated himself to their dream. Those were tough years.
+She looked around, still barely able to conceive how far they'd come. When they had their first IPO, she was scared. The money was fairy-tale numbers. Alan was in demand everywhere, traveling, being courted. Would she lose him, to some new chippy? Younger, prettier, willing to do whatever it took to capture his attention.
+Yet here she was, beside her man, almost 20 years later. She gazed on the younger couple, their villa neighbors, the poster-kids for young love. She silently prayed that their lives ended up even half as wonderful as hers had.
+Alan tore his attention away from the parasites, the suck-ups, the beggars at his table. Presidents of major corporations. Millionaires in their own right, eager to latch onto his coat tails, so long as he had the magic touch. He watched his woman, seeing the wistful smile on her face, making his heart swell. He pressed his lips to her ear. ""I love you just as much, more if it's possible. Without you, I'm a pauper.""
+Janine turned, grabbed her husband's face in her hands, and kissed him desperately. The hell with convention and propriety!
+Across the room, Sy and Cam had noticed when their targets had entered the restaurant. For the most part they ignored them, all part of the plan. They weren't supposed to know anything about them. They were merely newlyweds, with eyes for nobody but each other. When they heard the laughter and cheering from the table, the turned to see their targets kissing like teenagers. They separated, gazing into each other's eyes, before turning back toward the table. Janine looked up, and caught the newlyweds watching them.
+'Beat that,' she thought, smiling.
+Sierra raised her glass in their direction, and Janine lifted hers, winking at the new bride.
+Cameron had no idea what was coming, when Sierra stood, leaned across the table, grabbed his head, and curled his toes with the best kiss of his life. Their waiter stood patiently by, ready to deliver their food. Sierra slowly pulled away, smiling at her stunned table companion. She shook her hair out, and sat down, immensely satisfied with herself.
+Cam barely caught his breath, before the waiter was placing their dishes in front of them. He glanced at the man's nametag. ""Sorry... Aryanta.""
+The man smiled. ""No need sir. I would wait all night before interrupting. Your joy fills the room. I'm pleased to be allowed to serve you.""
+Once he'd left, Cam leaned toward Sierra. ""What was that?""
+She grinned, snagging one of the shrimp from his plate. ""Woman's prerogative. You complaining?""
+Cam shook his head quickly. No doubt about it. Sierra was full of surprises.
+* * *
+After dinner, they made an appearance at the bar, passing on the nightly entertainment. They stayed just long enough to be seen, sharing some huge fruity drink.
+""I need some air,"" Sierra said, her hand clinging to Cam's arm. ""It seems like I've been drinking all day. I don't drink this much in a month.""
+He pulled out his roll of crisp dollars, peeling off a few and leaving them for a tip. Everything was paid for, part of the all-inclusive, with a few exceptions. Still tipping was encouraged, and they left just enough to be seen as generous without being eccentric. He took his tipsy 'bride' by her hand, and guided her to the beach.
+A half-hour walk around the tiny island had them back to their end. Cameron was surprised at the presence of the security guards throughout. Stepping onto the dock that lead out to the VIP suites, a short dark man stepped forward and stopped them, asking to check their wristbands. He was extremely courteous.
+He carefully studied their faces. ""Sorry to interrupt your walk,"" he said with a British accent. ""I will remember you, and won't need to disturb you again. May I inquire which suite you are in?""
+They gave him the number, pointing in their direction. He nodded politely. ""Have a pleasant evening,"" he offered, stepping out of their way.
+Once they were past the concierge building, Sierra nudged closer to Cam. ""Extra security for Devereaux?""
+""There may be, but I don't think that was the case here. They're just keeping the hoi-poloi away from their betters,"" he teased.
+""Their betters? We're probably the poorest people on the island, help included,"" Sierra laughed.
+""Not as long as we have Iris, we're not.""
+In the suite, they got down to business. They started checking out the surveillance of the Devereaux' suite. ""Anything good on your end?"" Sierra asked.
+""Some news. He's going to be in meetings all day, but it looks like she has a spa appointment at 10:00.""
+""Let me guess. That would be a good time for me to have one as well.""
+""Bingo. You could show up early, have some 'accidental' chat time. We'll meet for lunch afterward, in the regular restaurant.""
+""How do you think it's going?"" Sierra asked nervously.
+""Pretty damn good. We got the right suite, they've seen us around. Now we just need to a few opportunities to be sociable. Don't think we could ask for much more on day one.""
+Half an hour later, they'd made her spa appointment, and had gotten all they could off their recordings. They deleted everything they had, and verified the recorders were still active. Neither wanted to talk about the elephant in the room. Bedtime.
+Cam went out to the deck, and took a seat. Sierra followed moments later, relaxing in the lounge chair. ""You know what I'd like to do?"" Cam said.
+""I'm afraid to ask,"" Sierra laughed.
+The sun was setting, the sky a panorama of reds, yellows, indigo and gold. A blue glow was rimming the posts, where the phosphorescent algae glowed. The warm breeze was blowing in from the right, and the music from the resort bar was faint in the background. ""I'd like to go for a swim.""
+""Iris?""
+""Of course. So? What do you think?""
+Sierra smiled. ""I'll never say no to Iris.""
+""You get ready, I'll get the gear,"" Cam offered.
+Cam loaded the recharged batteries into Iris, and tested the connections. He ran through the diagnostics, and checked the results. With everything ready, he placed the pair of units on the water access deck, and waited for Sierra.
+She showed up a few minutes later, wearing only a plain white t-shirt, and bikini bottoms. Cam was reminded of Jacqueline Bisset in the Deep.
+""Your turn,"" she said. ""Everything ready?""
+""Yeah, but I imagine you're going to want to do your own diagnostics."" He headed in, taking off his shirt, while she laughed.
+""Of course. Never trust a man to do a woman's job.""
+He returned minutes later, with his trunks on. Sierra was already in the water, putting on her mask. Cam put on his pack, placed his mask over his face, and slid into the water, holding the mask in place. He submerged a moment, seeing Sierra's breasts outlined against her t-shirt, as he surfaced.
+He went through the pre-dive setup, while Sierra swam around the area around their hut. Moments later he was swimming beside her. ""Where to?"" he asked over the comm.
+""No place particular for me,"" Sierra answered.
+""Swim by our neighbors?""
+""Not too close.""
+The water was magical. The dying sun let little light through, but with a single command, their dual spotlights came on. It reduced their dive time by 30%, but this was only going to be a short one anyway. The neon blue phosphorescence around them, glowing with each movement gave their swim a fantasy feeling.
+""Iris, Map overlay, lower right quadrant, stop.""
+ _Map overlay active, 50 meters, centered on current position, Sierra._
+The layout of their end of the resort showed up on the glass, her position a green dot. ""Iris, plot Cam on the map, stop.""
+ _Cam darling plotted, Sierra._
+A Blue dot showed up, blending with hers to make teal where the two collided.
+She heard Cam's voice. ""On our right."" She looked over and saw a huge manta, flying through the water, its movements deceptively slow and easy as it glided along a few feet below them, skimming the bottom.
+Between the islands the water was no deeper than about 20 feet. The deep channel access to the interior of the ring of islands was at the far end of the island. They didn't have to worry about their depths, or equalizing. They stayed in a range of about 5' to 15' feet the whole time. That was ideal. The deeper they went, the less efficient Cam's artificial gills were. Even the air scrubber had to work harder. Iris wasn't designed for depths, and her usefulness dropped drastically after about 60 feet.
+They hadn't seen much life at first. Then Cam's voice appeared. ""Sy, sonar, high, spotlight 10, dim 20%.""
+After working with Cameron day and night for three years, she understood his shorthand speak. He only got that way when excited. The first time she'd heard him rattle off his cryptic commands, she'd taken a moment to figure out what he needed, while those around them froze. She'd immediately taken action. It had been a close call, but it save the test. She didn't hesitate now.
+""Iris, activate sonar, max sensitivity, overlay map. Main headlamp, spotlight mode, full power, autolock on 10 meter movement, largest active target. Secondary headlamp, floodlight mode, 20% power. Stop.""
+Her world changed in an instant. The underwater scene before her dimmed, and she was swimming in a dim environ, Cam's glow from beside her providing little more light than hers. She saw a beam of light piercing the dark beside her, and movement at the end of it.
+ _Sonar active, main headlamp spotlight mode, locked on largest movement. Alt headlamp flood mode at 20%, Sierra._
+The spotlight from her unit reached out to team with Cam's. Under the dual rays, not 10 feet away, she saw a huge sea turtle moving across their front. ""Iris, identify target.""
+ _Hawksbill sea turtle, Eretmochelys Imbricata, critically endangered, Sierra._
+She felt him rubbing against her shoulder, and she reached out. His hand took hers automatically, and they adjusted their swim rate. ""I love this,"" she spoke softly.
+""Magical,"" Cam answered.
+They turned in unison, following the turtle a short distance, its grace in the water stunning. She saw movement at the edge of their spotlight for a moment. ""Iris, secondary target, identify. Stop.""
+Her spotlight shifted, illuminating a huge fish. _Titan triggerfish. Aggressive. Keep your distance, Sierra._
+Sierra, tugged on Cam's hand, slowing him. ""Nesting triggerfish, Cam. Our girl says it's aggressive."" It must have been almost three feet long. They veered away from it, and continued their exploration of their environs, allowing Iris to pick out and show them the unbelievable world that was theirs alone.
+One of the more fascinating aspects of allowing Iris to pick out their targets, was her ability to find camouflaged fish, like the stonefish and leaf scorpionfish, which they would never have spotted on their own. They had to get within about three feet to see the stonefish Iris assured them was there, it was hidden so well. The perimeter of her mask flashed red.
+ _Warning. Proximity alert. Synanceia verrucosa is highly poisonous, Sierra._
+No kidding. Only the most venomous fish in the world. Lethal. ""Thank you, Iris.""
+She looked over, and saw Cam watching her. She grinned and made an act of covering up her breasts. ""Perv, watch the show.""
+""I am. The most beautiful thing out here.""
+She blushed, and pulled away, heading back in the general direction of their suite. She tugged on his hand, pulling him along.
+""Tomorrow night, full batteries, Ok? I'd like to go from just before sunset until it's pitch black. See how the lights hold up,"" Sierra said.
+""You got it.""
+A few minutes later Cam spoke up. ""You think you could hook up a link to our camera in the house? Video capture of what's going on at the Devereaux place?""
+She thought about it for a bit. ""I'd need a couple of hours. Have to tap the field trial upload link. Wouldn't work beyond maybe 100 yards, unless I used a directional signal. Can you handle that?""
+She heard his chuckle. What a stupid question. Of course he could. ""I'll deal with signal amplification and the directional transmitter. You set up the video feed and Iris's controls,"" she heard him answer.
+""Works for me."" She gave his hand a squeeze. ""Helluva team, aren't we?""
+""The best.""
+They ran a couple of laps by their neighbor's hut, not sure they were even around, but if they were, they thought they might garner a little attention. At the 40 minute mark, they headed back, with plenty of time to spare.
+Sierra pulled up to the access deck of their villa on stilts, her pulse racing. Was it possible for their tests to get any better? Iris at dusk was even more incredible than by day! Seeking out water movement, automatically tracking by spotlight, keeping them safe. She automatically went through the motions of shutting down Iris, and stripping off the equipment, Cam at her side.
+She turned to him, and saw the desire, a hunger that frightened her, and then he was on her. Their mouths met, no tentative request, no simple shared joy. His arm went around her waist, holding her close. She released the deck, hanging onto him, while his single hand kept them tethered.
+Their legs were intertwined, slow short kicks keeping them floating, alternating the pressure against each other's privates. She lost herself in the kiss, lifting her hands when he tugged her shirt off, over her head. Her naked torso pressed against his, as her pulse soared. She could swear if they stayed in the water much longer, it would start to boil around them.
+The intensity of the kiss faded, becoming more loving, then playful, and she melted into his strong arm, clinging to him. When they finally broke apart, their faces remained close, eyes locked on each others. ""Incredible,"" he whispered.
+She felt his erection pressed against her leg, and purposely moved against it. ""Superb.""
+A smile twisted his lips. ""We need better superlatives.""
+""Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.""
+""Scrumpdilyicious,"" he countered.
+""I know. Iris was beyond description.""
+His face moved forward, his mouth covering hers, his tongue reminding her of the moray eel they'd seen, darting out from its cave, beautiful and dangerous. She captured it with her own. She was the first to pull away this time.
+""I was talking about you, Sy. Un-fucking-believable."" He released her slowly, his hand rising out of the water to brush back a few stray strands of her hair.
+She grinned. ""We need to check the scrubbers. I think you're high. Iris is the star here. I'm just a distraction.""
+His smile slipped. ""Don't do that.""
+""Do what?""
+""Belittle yourself. Face it, Sy. You're the most incredible woman I've ever known. You've got it all.""
+""You're just horny,"" she teased.
+""Stop it. Accept the compliment. How can you not see it?""  
+She drew away from him, headed toward the ladder. ""Thanks, but you're full of crap, Cam. You're high off the dive, and the atmosphere.""
+Cam followed her up the steps, watching as she picked up her unit, rinsing it. He looked up, and saw they had an audience. Not quite as obvious as last time, but the Devereaux were definitely looking their way. He picked up his own unit, and felt Sierra shift away from him, when he went rinse off his gear.
+""Don't,"" he whispered. ""They're watching.""
+For a moment she thought he was using it as an excuse to push his little games. Only for a moment. Cameron wasn't like that, she knew. I brief glance sideways, and she saw their targets. ""Don't get carried away, Cam."" That was all she needed. Another show like before.
+""Me get carried away? You're the once prancing around topless already.""
+Sierra couldn't believe she'd already forgotten about letting him take off her shirt. Too late to do much about that now. She put her Iris to the side, and stood under the outdoor shower, rinsing off the salt water.
+Cam eased up behind her, his body pressed against hers, his hands sliding up and down her front. ""Cam..."" she hissed.
+""Go with it, Sy. This is all, nothing crazy. Let me rinse you.""
+She stopped resisting, and leaned back against his chest, feeling his strong hands gliding across her skin, coming to rest on her breasts. She tried to tell him no, but all that escaped her lips was a moan.
+""Best dive ever,"" he whispered in her ear.
+""The best,"" she groaned, feeling his hand slide down the front of her bikini bottom, then slipping inside, rubbing her. His arm slid around her, over her shoulder, across her tits, grasping her under the armpit, pinning her to his body. She lifted her hands, hanging onto his arm, as he leaned away, arching her back.
+She groaned, as his fingers penetrated her. ""C...C...Cam,"" she gasped.
+Then they were gone, making her feel empty. He spun her around, pulled her under the shower spray, and kissed her, the water splashing against their bodies, rivulets dripping down her face, entering her mouth, with his tongue. She put a hand out to steady herself against the wall when he moved downward, his hot mouth seeking out her aching nipples. Her body trembled, as he switched from side to side, tasting her, teasing her. He stood again, and gave her a tender kiss. ""Think that convinced them?"" he whispered, kissing her slender neck.
+""Damn near convinced me,"" she said, running her fingers through his hair.
+""Let's put the gear away. Believe it or not, I could use another drink.""
+""A double.""
+They went through the motions, removing the batteries, putting them on the chargers, performing the data dump to the laptop. The hung up the gear to dry. ""I need a real shower. Gimme a couple of minutes?"" Sierra said.
+""Sure. I'll meet you out on the deck.""
+* * *
+Across the way, Janine Devereaux watched the young couple appear out of the water, wearing some weird type of diving gear. The girl was already topless, as they moved underneath the outdoor shower.
+""Our neighbors are back at it,"" she chuckled to her husband.
+""What do you expect? They're on their honeymoon.""
+""Do you think she's pretty?"" Janine asked, as the man turned the girl toward them, his hands moving up and down her body, rinsing off the sea water. You could tell by the way he held her, the way he touched her, that he was absolutely infatuated.
+Alan looked over, seeing their actions in the last light of day. If the outside lights weren't on, he wouldn't have been able to see anything. ""Pretty face. She's not half as gorgeous as my girl.""
+""Of course not. She's skinny as a rail, with hardly any curves at all, but there's something about her..."" Janine whispered, when she heard the girl's moan echo across the water. It was scary how well sound carried out here.
+""She's in love. It shows. They're lucky to have found each other.""
+""I want to send them over a gift.""
+""Janine, please don't meddle.""
+""Just something small, Alan. I promise. We don't even have to say who it came from,"" she pleaded.
+Alan sighed, got up and returned with the phone. ""Concierge is *99.""
+She reached up and pulled his face down. ""I'm the luckiest girl in the world.""
+He kissed his wife. ""Not half so lucky as me.""
+She chuckled, dialing the number. ""You're right,"" she teased. ""But I would bet the guy across the way would argue the matter.""
+""He'd be wrong. But he's on his honeymoon, so I'd cut him some slack. I wouldn't have him killed.""
+""Eddie? It's Janine Devereaux. Listen can you...""
+* * *
+Sierra shampooed her hair thoroughly, she'd always considered that her best feature. The most feminine part of her body. She didn't know where Cam got off, talking about her like she did. She had no illusions about what she looked like. She'd always been too skinny, a crazy metabolism that burned through anything she ate. Her tits were barely enough to tent a shirt, and her ass was so scrawny, she was lucky her pants stayed up.
+She looked down. At least her legs weren't too bad. They actually had some shape to them. She avoided looking at her feet, her toes misshapen from the countless hours running, and crammed into cycling shoes.
+She took the time to blow-dry her hair, and put on a hint of makeup. She brushed her teeth, fearful what her breath must be like. Then again, she hadn't noticed anything bad about Cameron's and she'd certainly had the opportunity to.
+Stepping into the bedroom, she dropped her towel and considered what to wear. Peeking through the window, she saw movement on the far deck, through the sheer curtains. The show must go on.
+She opened her drawer, and looked at the filmy material. The stark white lacey negligee wouldn't hide much, but it wasn't like her intended audience hadn't already seen everything. And the message it shouted was exactly what they needed. Feeling exceptionally naughty, she dug back into the drawer, pulling out the thigh high white stockings. She finished the look with her only heels, and retreated to the bathroom to put them on. She checked herself out in the mirror. Her tan flesh contrasted beautifully with the outfit. She shook out her hair, going for the slightly disheveled look. Sierra sighed. It would have to do.
+A few drops of perfume, a generous helping of antiperspirant. Maybe a hint of eye shadow. Touch up the lipstick. She tucked her feet into the heels. That did the job, hiding her unsightly toes. Turning in front of the mirror, she sighed when she saw her flat ass.
+She took a deep breath. It's as good as it's gonna get. Showtime.
+* * *
+Cameron answered the door while Sierra was showering and getting ready. Their suite steward wheeled in a cart. ""On the deck?"" he suggested.
+""Sure. What is it? We didn't order anything.""
+""An anonymous gift,"" he said, looking pointedly across the water.
+""If you get a chance, tell them thank you."" He retrieved his wallet, and pulled out a few more of his slowly diminishing dollars. Nobody said the trip was going to be cheap. He tipped the man, and returned to the deck.
+Champagne. He lifted the bottle, not recognizing the label. Pink flowers adorned the heavy clear bottle. ""Perrier-Jouet, Belle Epoque, 2004."" It wasn't Dom Perignon, the only fancy champagne he was familiar with, but he imagined it was pretty good. The gold box next to it, with the large gold bow, contained a dozen chocolate truffles. There was an envelope on the tray as well.
+He stood as her heard Sierra approaching, and almost fell. ""My God, Sierra...""
+She smiled, walking around the lounge chairs away from him, turning away demurely. ""You don't approve?"" she pouted.
+""Stunning, the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.""
+She smiled shyly, walking toward the railing. ""I bet you say that to all the girls.""
+She noticed the tray, raising an eyebrow. She lowered her voice. ""What are you up to?"" her playful tone noticeably absent. ""We can't afford this.""
+He stood, stepping toward her quickly. ""A generous, anonymous gift. There's a card for you, as well."" He said it loud enough to carry, turning slightly and giving a tiny nod toward the opposite villa.
+""But we don't know anybody here? Why would anyone send us... Godiva? Perrier- Jouet? This is too much, Cam.""
+He took her in his arms, turning her, so they were side-on to the Devereaux. ""One of your many admirers, I'm sure. I don't know how he found you here. I hope I don't have to kill this one.""
+She giggled. ""You know damn well I only have one admirer. And I'm quite happy with that one. I think you're talking about your little groupies. If any of them tracked you down, I swear I'll scratch the bitch's eyes out. I'm not kidding either. I'll tear her apart and leave her for the fishes.""
+He tilted her head back, and went in for the kiss. He whispered in her ear, as his hands explored her body. ""You never cease to amaze me, Sy. I can't get over how fucking gorgeous you are. You know, dressed like this, you're really testing my self-control.""
+""You might give it a little free rein. Not too much, and it all ends once we go indoors, understand?""
+""Perfectly. And if I forget later, or if my brain goes haywire and I lose my mind: Thank you, for sharing the best day of my life.""
+She stopped him from kissing her again. She looked into his eyes, pulled his hand up to her lips, and kissed his palm. ""Thank you, Cam, for giving me a dream worth pursuing, three years of play disguised as work, your guidance, your patience, your time. Thank you for sharing this with me. I never dreamed life could be like this. I owe it all to you.""
+""You owe me nothing,"" he said fiercely. ""You're the best partner a man could ask for. You are the yin to my yang, and anyone who sees us together knows it. I couldn't do any of this without you. Even the idea would have been still- born. Without you, there is no Iris. And that would be a shame for the world.""
+His arms surrounded her, holding her gently, like a porcelain doll. His lips caressed hers, soft, warm, sweet. His hands didn't wander, didn't tease her. He held her quietly, letting his kisses tell the story. She tilted her head back exposing her long slender neck to him. She didn't think she'd ever felt so, so...adored? Loved?
+When his mouth's tender journey ended on hers, she opened her lips, accepting the kiss, taking it, yielding to him. When he pulled away, she was afraid. It was too intense. Too much too soon. If her pressed her, she knew she wouldn't resist. She was up against the railing, the top rail creasing her lower back, her torso bent beyond it. Cam was hovering over her, and she felt his hardness pressing against her lower belly. A steel rod she pushed back against.
+He eased back, his eyes smoldering, taking in her face.
+""Pop the bubbly?"" she whispered. Anything to break the moment, before she lost all her willpower.
+He guided her upright, then turned to open the champagne. ""What's in the envelope?"" he asked.
+She opened it, and almost laughed out loud. ""A free pass for Pure Indulgence.""
+Cam chuckled. ""I'm not so sure I like anyone offering my new bride pure indulgence, if it's not me.""
+""It's a foot back and body cleaning, followed by a Balinese Massage, and ending with a facial or foot massage. It's over two hours long, and I'm scheduled for 10:00 am tomorrow.""
+They both looked at each other, recognizing the coincidence. Janine's spa appointment was for 10:00.
+""I can't think of a better way for you to spend your morning. It will give me a chance to check on business email, and maybe get a start on that little project we discussed. I can join you for lunch around 12:30,"" Cam said.
+Sierra grabbed her flute of champagne, and one of the chocolates. She nibbled on it while sipping her bubbly. She stood and walked to the railing, letting the breeze whip her hair around. Looking out over the water, she took a deep breath, and leaned back against Cam, when she felt him stand behind her.
+""It would be easy to get used to this,"" she said, when she felt his lips against her neck. She tilted her head to the side, giving him easier access. With a glance to the side, she saw the Devereaux were standing at the railing, apparently more intent on them then their surroundings.
+She reached back for the rod pressed against her bottom, and grabbed Cam's shaft, making him moan. ""Follow,"" she whispered, and she moved over a few feet, facing the side railing, and the Devereaux. She unabashedly stared across the water, watching Alan Devereaux, fondling his wife.
+Sierra lifted her glass high, toward the other couple. ""Thank you,"" she called out.
+* * *
+""Anonymous, my ass,"" Alan growled.
+Janine giggled, lifted her own glass. ""You're welcome!""
+""Geez, Janine!""
+She laughed, the joyous sound carrying. ""Can you make it tomorrow?"" she called across the way.
+""Wouldn't miss it!"" came the answer moments later.
+She leaned back against her husband, just tipsy enough to feel naughty. ""Do you think I'm overdressed?"" she said softly.
+Alan needed no more encouragement. He unzipped her sundress, letting the expensive frock settle around her ankles. His wife stood at the railing, naked to the waist, teasing little bikini panties her only apparel. He pressed up behind her, burying his shaft between her ample cheeks. ""God, I want you right now,"" he told her.
+""Watch,"" she whispered.
+* * *
+Cam saw the display, and ran his hands over Sierra's body. He wondered how far they should take the play, how much she'd allow him. His hands moved to the bottom of her outfit, lifting, and sliding underneath to feel her bare skin.
+""Take it off me,"" she told him, her voice low and husky.
+He grabbed the sides and lifted. Sierra raised her arms, and he pulled it over her head. He tossed it back toward the room, then wrapped his arms around her, his hands seeking out her tits.
+""Panties too. Take them off and give them to me.""
+His mouth moved to her ear, nibbling her lobe. ""You sure?""
+She nodded.
+He backed away, dropping to one knee behind her. He eased her panties down, tracing their path with a bevy of kisses, nibbling on her tight little ass. When he reached the back of her knees, she raised one foot, then the other, allowing him to remove her underwear. She held her hand out, and he placed the scrap of material in it.
+Sierra waved the panties in the air, then laid them on the railing beside her.
+* * *
+""Me too,"" Janine said.
+""You want me to take your panties off?"" Alan asked. He was surprised. This was not like her. Not like her at all. She had never betrayed even a hint of exhibitionism. Just the opposite. She was normally against any form of public display. The kiss as lunch had been almost as shocking as this latest request.
+""Only if it's Ok with you,"" she said.
+He thought about it for a moment. What harm could it be? It's not like they were going to do anything with the other couple. They were separated by 50 feet of water.
+Alan stepped back and slid his hands down his lovely wife's sides. Still a perfect figure, at 44 years old. Didn't look a day over 30. She paid enough to make sure things stayed that way. And he didn't begrudge her a dime. His hands settled over her hips, and his thumbs slid inside the edge of the waistband.
+""Slowly.""
+He obeyed, easing her panties down, taking time to bathe her butt-cheeks in a shower of kisses. Little nibbles followed, while the panties were lowered. ""Spread your legs,"" he said.
+She opened them a little more than shoulder wide, the panties stretched between her knees. ""What are you doing?"" she asked.
+""Taking you in,"" he said, stepping back, basking in the view before him. All but naked, her panties halfway down her legs, he didn't know if he'd ever seen anything sexier. ""You look amazing.""
+""When you're done, hand them to me.""
+He took his time, his hands caressing her legs, brushing up the insides of her thighs. She slowly brought her feet closer together, and her panties cascaded down her legs. She lifted one foot free, and lifted the other one, the pale yellow cloth hanging from her ankle. Alan took them, off, and pressed them to his face, breathing deeply, before giving them to her.
+Janine waved her last article of clothing in the air, and hung them over the railing. ""Now your shorts,"" she said.
+Alan didn't hesitate. He wanted to free his throbbing erection. He needed to feel the warm air against his skin, before pressing against her once again. He passed his wife his shorts, and peeled off his shirt, tossing it to the side, standing naked on the open deck.
+Janine waved the shorts in the air, and placed them over the railing on her opposite side. ""Hold me, Alan.""
+He didn't need a second invitation. He was pressed against her, holding her in his arms, staring across the water at the naked woman facing their way.
+* * *
+Sierra smiled. ""Refill?"" she asked, holding up her glass.
+Cam took it and poured it two thirds full. He also retrieved another chocolate. He reached around Sierra with both hands, and she accepted his offering, sipping her champagne, watching Alan Devereaux's hands fondle his gorgeous wife.
+""Don't you wish I looked like that?"" she asked Cam softly.
+""No, Sierra. I don't. I love you just the way you are. I wouldn't change a thing.""
+""How about a B cup? Maybe even a C?""
+""Nothing.""
+She knew he was lying. Men liked the titties. She knew that much. ""Gimme your shorts.""
+Cam stepped out of them, once more wondering how far she would take this. Was it the booze? The setting? The euphoria of Iris passing all her test with flying colors? Maybe it was how well their plan was working. He wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He removed his shorts, standing behind her fully naked. He leaned against her, stifling a groan as his hard cock pressed against her soft skin.
+Sierra waved Cam's shorts in the air, laying them over the railing. She giggled feeling Cam's hardon poking her. ""If I didn't know better, I might think you really liked me,"" she teased, wiggling her butt.
+* * *
+Janine felt more alive than she had in years. Sexier, wilder, naughtier. The sight of the panties and shorts hanging over the railing had her trembling. Could she do it? Could she make love in front of another couple? Would Alan be willing to?
+""More bubbly, dear?"" she asked, waving her champagne flute.
+Alan moaned in frustration, refilling her glass. When he turned to face her, she was leaning over, her breasts resting on the railing. Her legs were open in invitation, her weight shifting from side to side, beckoning. He could see the shimmer of moistness on her inner thigh.
+""See anything you like, handsome? Yours for the taking. Always.""
+Alan placed her glass on the railing, and took his cock in his hand. He rubbed it up and down her crack, before sliding it back and forth between her legs.
+""Don't tease me, baby,"" she moaned. ""I'm on fire. I need it. Need it hard.""
+The words were maddening. He bent at the knees, pressing the head into her dripping opening. He couldn't remember ever seeing her like this. With a thrust of his hips he was inside her, and she groaned loudly.
+Alan stood behind her, hands on her shoulders. He kicked her feet together, opened his legs around hers and eased his cock in and out of her tight pussy. Damn, it was wild, fucking in the outdoors, naked, gazing across the water at the newlyweds. His Janine was on fire, trembling with need.
+""Hard, Alan! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"" Janine growled.
+Alan laughed, slapping her ass, watching the alabaster cheek shiver. ""I'll fuck you however I want.""
+The words, so matter of fact, so adamant, drove Janine to her first orgasm, moaning loudly, while her husband pounded long easy strokes into her molten tunnel. She raised her head, opened her eyes, and gazed across the water.  
+""Match this,"" she whispered to herself.
+* * *
+Sierra watched in amazement, as the older couple started fucking, buck naked, as if they didn't have a care in the world. She heard Janine's pleas to be fucked hard, and her husband's laugh. The slap to her ass echoed across the water, just as her orgasmic moan echoed in Sierra's loins.
+She turned to Cam, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him. ""We can't let them win. We gotta put on a show.""
+Cam was shaking in anticipation. ""You... you want to...""
+""A _show_ ,"" she hissed. ""Make it look real, but don't you stick that thing inside me,"" she breathed into his ear, biting his earlobe for effect.
+""Can I rub it against you?""
+She was disturbed with how he was acting. Unsure. That wasn't her Cam. If he was half a man, he'd bend her over the rail, laughing at her, spank her ass, ram his big thick cock up inside her, and fuck her brains out.
+""Do what you want,"" she said. ""Just keep your dick out of my pussy.""
+Cam heard the change in her voice. From excitement to what? Disappointment? Disrespect? He was doing what she wanted. They had an agreement. Everything he did seemed to push the boundaries. Certainly he wasn't going to shatter them? How would he keep her trust, her respect if he did? They still had at least four more days to go.
+She had turned back to the railing, bent over, wiggling that firm little butt. She opened her legs, flashing the forbidden. ""Now, damn it!"" she growled.
+Whatever he wanted? As long as he didn't fuck her. He turned away and grabbed one of the towels. He folded it carefully, while she kept waving that sweet ass, like a matador waving a red cape. He put his hand on her shoulder, and pulled her upright suddenly, and laid the towel over the railing.
+She squealed as he lifted her slender body, bending her over the top of the rail, her ass sticking straight up in the air. Her hands waved wildly, before grabbing the railing to stop herself from pitching over the side. ""Cam!"" she cried out. Her legs stopped, trapped under his arms as he leaned forward and buried his face between her legs. ""CAM!""
+He lifted his face, and bit her ass. ""'Do what I want,' you said, Sy. This is what I want.""
+She gasped as his face dove back between her legs, his mouth and tongue devilish instruments. There was no build up, no teasing. He was sucking and tonguing her pussy like there was not tomorrow. Then again, there was a good chance that was true for the sneaky bastard.
+Sierra lifted her head, looking across the water, shame flushing her skin bright red. Janine's body was rocking with Alan's firms thrusts, and both their eyes were locked on her predicament. "" _Fuck, the man can eat pussy_ ,"" she thought. Her breath was coming faster, the shock of his manhandling her dissipating. Her helpless position, her naked body bent over the railing, his relentless mouth working away at her, it was all building a fire inside her she didn't know how she could possibly quench.
+He pulled her back a little, centering her body weight, so she didn't feel in danger of toppling over the side at any moment. The firm grasp of her legs relinquished, and she felt his hands moving, grabbing her ass, spreading her cheeks. She gasped when his mouth moved up her crack, and moaned loudly when his evil tongue probed her back door. ""God,"" she groaned.
+Cam was probing her pussy, two fingers pounding at her, merciless, while his tongue crept into her. "" _How fucking long was that tongue?_ "" she thought, as her virgin butthole was opened, the stubble on his face rasping against the tender skin, his tongue poking in and out of her.
+She wanted to come, but couldn't. The position was too uncomfortable, she could barely catch her breath as her entire weight was on her lower belly. ""Turn me over,"" she pleaded. ""Over, turn me over.""
+She shrieked as he lifted her easily into the air, turning her sideways, and laying her across the towel, along the railing. ""Hang on,"" he muttered, then spread her legs and went back to work. Sierra reached downward, grasping the railings with each hand, shifting, centering her balance, before lowering her legs over his shoulders. ""If I fall, I'm gonna kill you,"" she muttered, then closed her eyes, and let herself go.
+* * *
+""He's crazy,"" Janine moaned, the wild show in front of her sending her heart racing.
+""Wild,"" Alan grunted.
+""Would you do something like that?"" she asked.
+He laughed, swatting her butt cheeks, one at a time. ""The question should be: Is there anything I wouldn't do with you?""
+""Is there?""
+""I'll let you know if I find one. For now, the answer would be no. You drive _me_ crazy,"" he gasped, grabbing her hips, and pounding her hard.
+""Fuuuck,"" she groaned. ""Like that. Don't stop. I'm gonna come you bastard. Don't you stop!""
+* * *
+The words from across the water were like an erotic fairy-tale, whispered into her ear. Cam had her at his mercy. His powerful hands, one clutching her outside thigh, the other arm laying across her hips, his finger digging into her ass, had her pinned to the railing. She wasn't going anywhere.
+His mouth was stuck to her clit, sucking desperately, his teasing tongue, randomly flicking across the sensitive nub. She heard the piercing grunts, the gasps of pleasure, the words of pleasure escaping Janine's lips. Each was like another sensual touch, exciting her. She turned her head, and watching the gorgeous woman getting hammered, her tits flattening against the railing with each powerful stroke.
+Her vision tunneled, blocking out all but the erotic scene. Her hands gave up their death grip on the railing, reaching up and grabbing her own tits, squeezing her nipples. So close, so damn close.
+She gasped as his hand let go of her leg, only the arm across her body holding her in place. His fingers entered her again, forceful, unrelenting, alternating between working the top of her pussy, with reach down and deep. Each thrust was driving her crazier.
+His mouth movement changed, and it was as if someone had stuck a live vibrator right on her clit. His tongue moving faster than it had any right to. _God, like that, just like that, don't stop, don't, don't..._
+Her shriek rent the night air, echoing off the buildings, setting far away voices laughing. A louder echo returned from the far deck, until it took on a personal sound of its own. Janine's orgasm was only seconds after her own.
+Sierra's entire body was shaking, and Cam had to hold on tight, to make sure he didn't lose her. He slowed down, sucking away at her delicious little pussy, wondering what the price was he'd have to pay for taking advantage of her.
+Once she'd almost returned to normal, he stood. He lifted and turned her, so her upper back was resting on the railing. He held her by the ass, her legs flopping over his arms, and lowered her pussy, until he cock was pressing against it. He lifted her just enough that he could rub his shaft along her slippery opening, stroking the full length across her clit.
+She gasped, wondering when he'd stop teasing her, and shove that cock in where it belonged. The sensation was maddening, each stroke sending shocks of pleasure through her body.
+His hands held her firmly, raising and lowering her, as he grunted, sliding his shaft against her.
+""Fuck me,"" she groaned. ""Just fuck me.""
+Cam almost did, before realizing it was all part of the show. ""Fuck... you... Sy!"" he growled, pressing harder, slamming his aching balls against her pussy at the end of each stroke.
+He didn't give a damn about the Devereaux, or anything else for that matter. He stared downward, where one little movement would have him sliding his entire length inside that steaming little pussy. The sweat was dripping off his forehead, as he pounded away. ""Gonna... fuck... this... pussy!""
+""Fuck me!"" Sierra shrieked, desperate to feel him filling her.
+Her words were almost a demand. He lowered his hips, driving the head of his cock into her opening, before popping free, and scraping across her clit. Over and over he teased her without ever going all the way. She was shaking, breathing hard, the feeling absolutely mind-blowing. She tilted her head back, looking across the water upside-down. She saw they were both standing now, Alan's arms enveloping his woman, as they watched.
+""Fuck her,"" echoed across the water, making Sierra gasp.
+""Gonna... come,"" Cam groaned loudly.
+""Fill me. Fill me up. Do it!"" Sierra pleaded.
+She felt the first searing splash on her belly, as his shaft rubbed her poor abused clit ram. On the next stroke, she felt his cum spurting across the mouth of her pussy, pooling around her clit, his movement lubricated by his own cum. She lost it, crying out as he shot several more bursts against her skin.
+Then he was lowering her to the ground, onto shaky legs, holding her steady, clutching her to his chest. She hung on for dear life, until he lifted her into his arms. ""Wave to our friends, Sierra dear.""
+She lifted an arm weakly, waving.
+""Good night,"" Cam called across the way.
+""'Night, love birds,"" he heard the clear reply.
+He took her into the room, and laid her on the bed. He disappeared into the bathroom for a few moments, cleaning himself, and then wiping her down with a warm washcloth. She lay limp, exhausted, mentally and physically.
+Cam pulled back the sheets, and eased her between them. He closed up shop, bringing in their clothing, covering up the chocolate, and shutting doors. He turned out the lights, and slid into the bed. He sidled up to Sierra, cuddling in close.
+""You Ok?"" he asked quietly.
+""You took advantage of me,"" she whispered. There was no harshness in her voice, and she turned toward him, snuggling into his strong arms.
+""Sorry. I think we gave them a hell of show, don't you?""
+She chuckled, and her lips kissed his chest, his shoulder. ""More than I expected.""
+He brushed her hair back, kissing her forehead. His hand slid down her smooth side coming to rest on her ass. ""You're not too mad, are you?""
+She shook her head, shifting her legs, sliding one between his. ""Thanks for not doing more. I think.""
+His body shook as he laughed lightly. ""You'll never know how hard it was to stop.""
+She was quiet, her breathing even, as he rolled onto his back, drawing her with him, until she was half on his body. His hands weren't idle, caressing her skin.
+He was half asleep when he heard her whisper, ""If you behave yourself, maybe you can do that again.""
+Her hand slid down and came to rest on his cock, giving it a little squeeze.
+Fuck. He was never going to get to sleep.
+And this was just day one. If nothing else came of this trip, he was already willing to call it a complete success. Iris tested out perfect, everything they'd dreamed, and he was in bed with the smartest, sexiest woman he knew. Funny how life had a way of working things out."
+70,F3 Booty Hideaway,_Lynn_,Chain Stories,2013-11-12,2013-11-12,2022-01-08 03:48:24,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f3-booty-hideaway,Coming home leads to revelations.,"['Brunette', 'Fat', 'Fawc', 'Food', 'Jealousy', 'Outdoors', 'Outside', 'Plump', 'Shy', 'Water']",3.66,"_(Author's note: This story is an entry into the third Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story will be kept secret until Wednesday, November 20, 2013, when the author will be revealed in the comments section following this story. There are no prizes awarded during FAWC; this is simply a friendly competition.)_
+ _(Inspiration for this and all FAWC 3 stories was taken from a single picture, which can be found[here](http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=1314237&d=1382517468))_
+ _The tags for this story are FAWC, Outdoors, Brunette, Shy, Plump, Fat, Food, Jealousy, Water, Outside_
+* * * *
+Erica Mitchell hated the artwork that covered a large portion of the living room wall in her parent's house. Her father hung the massive piece the year she turned twenty-one. Bright orange life jackets and chair mats added the only color to the vacation scene. Endless clear water, intended to entice the viewer into booking their next trip to the island resort, annoyed her.
+Although she refused to admit it even to herself, she envied the brunette captured in the midst of a swim. The woman was all that Erica wasn't—slender, athletic, and seemingly comfortable with her body. She portrayed the confident woman Erica wished she could be. As the woman swam, she appeared to be ignoring the man reclining in a lounge chair just yards away. Even though she didn't date, Erica couldn't understand why the couple didn't seem to notice each other.
+""Maybe they argued, or secretly hate each other, or maybe they're really undercover agents waiting to meet up with a snitch,"" she whispered, expanding the scene from her imagination. ""No matter what, I wouldn't let him ignore me if he was my man.""
+She shook her head and retreated to her room where she sprawled over the bed until dinnertime. Climbing the stairs took all the energy she had left after working eight hours.
+""Honey, dinner's ready. I fixed your favorites,"" her mother yelled an hour later.
+""Be right there.""
+She hefted herself off the sagging mattress at the same time her stomach growled. Lucy Mitchell loved to cook and eat. After her husband passed away, the elderly woman stopped both, a fact her daughter discovered months later during a visit home. Convinced she would lose her one remaining parent if she didn't intervene, Erica quit her job, sold her belongings, and moved in with her mother.
+Her old bedroom hadn't changed since she was a teenager. Rock star posters plastered the walls. Stacks of magazines covered the vanity. Pink fringe hung from the ends of her tattered bedspread. Boxing up her old things and shopping for replacements took more ambition than she had.
+Tantalizing smells greeted her as soon as she opened her door. Erica hurried down the steps and went into the dining room. Platters of crispy deep-fried chicken, homemade French fries, hush puppies, and golden biscuits covered the green paisley tablecloth. She kissed her mother's cheek in a show of appreciation as she stared at the food.
+""You didn't have to do all this.""
+""I know, but your father . . . he enjoyed my cooking, and I miss making his favorite foods.""
+""I miss him, too, Mama.""
+""Eat while it's hot.
+Lucy dabbed the corner of her eyes with her apron before she sat across from her daughter. Erica bowed her head while her mother recited the brief prayer that had been a part of the family routine since she was a child. Instead of closing her eyes, though, she devoured the food in front of her, anticipating the first bites of each dish.
+""And thank you, Lord, for sending Erica home. Amen.""
+""Amen,"" Erica said, reaching for the chicken as she spoke.
+Neither spoke for several minutes. Erica filled her plate even as she chewed on a chicken leg. Her mother smiled at the success of her hard work preparing the meal.
+""How was work today, Erica? Did you meet anyone new?""
+Erica hated everything about her job at the call center. Spending eight hours a day listening to irate customers led to constant headaches. Even worse, if the girl was honest, was working with dozens of people who were trim, athletic, and confident, compared to her introverted personality and plump figure. Each day, as she sat in the employee break room, she watched the popular girls. Listening wasn't always possible, but if she had a table close enough, she did the best she could to hear their every word.
+""Is there any dessert?""
+The young woman diverted her mother's attention instead of answering her questions.
+""Oh, I made pecan pie . . .""
+Lucy kept talking as she disappeared into the kitchen. Erica slid her greasy plate of chicken bones to the side before her mother returned. Then she blocked out the faint voice in her head that told her she didn't need more calories and picked up her fork. She loved pecan pie.
+""Have another slice, honey. You know it's always best when it's fresh.""
+Lucy cut through the rich filling before her daughter answered. She slid the over-sized piece of dessert onto the plate and smiled.
+""I'll take care of the dishes tonight. You go sit and relax. Maybe watch some TV. Your father always put his feet up in that old recliner . . .""
+Erica saw the change in her mother's expression but kept quiet. Conversations about her parents embarrassed the young woman. As a child, her father made fun of her shape. He would ask her to bring him a glass of water, then a napkin or the paper, just to make her walk more. His constant reminders of calorie count left her nauseous. Yet she continued to eat and to gain weight. Determined to block her father from her mind, Erica left the small dining room to do as her mother suggested.
+The first thing she saw when she entered the living room was the huge picture. Bile rose in her throat as she imagined stuffing her body into a bathing suit for an exotic vacation. Disgusted, wishing she could block the entire scene from her mind, she turned away, but images of skinny people remained.
+Erica heard the clanging of dishes and running water just as a popular evening game show began. The noise escalated each time she clicked the remote to increase the volume. Aggravated at her life in general, the young woman threw the small black device across the room and hefted herself into a standing position. She swore at the framed artwork before climbing the steps to her room, blaming the woman in the water for her frustration.
+Lucy finished cleaning the kitchen and went to join her daughter for the evening only to find the room empty. She flipped the button on the television and turned off the lights. The older woman hated to be alone in the room she associated most with her late husband. He chose the décor, including the oversized framed vacation scene. The multi-colored sofa supposedly matched well with the orange in the picture. No matter how many times she looked at it she never saw the appeal he had.
+Trapped in her room before eight in the evening, Erica soon became bored. The silence from the main floor was an indication that her mother was in her room. Images of the pecan pie floated into her vision as she paced the small room. She slipped the button of her jeans loose to rub her stomach where the waistband dug into her skin and caused a rash that constantly itched. Her fingernails dug into the tender flesh as her feet took her down the steps into the kitchen for another slice of pie. A can of soda went into her sweater pocket so she could cut into the gooey dessert as she walked to her room. There she washed the sweetness off her teeth with the sugary soda. The belch that escaped brought her last bite of pie up again, a common occurrence for the young woman. With it floating between her throat and her stomach, she stripped out of the tight clothing and donned a baggy nightgown. Then she crawled into bed and went to sleep.
+****
+Lucy was the first one awake so she could prepare breakfast for her daughter. The loneliness of the night before disappeared as she fried bacon and eggs and waited for the bread to pop free from the toaster.
+""Erica, your breakfast is ready!""
+Lucy stood at the bottom of the steps the way she had when her daughter was younger. She hummed as she thought about what she would fix for dinner that night. Maybe lasagna, she decided as Erica opened her door.
+""Good morning, honey.""
+Erica's night hadn't been restful and she wasn't in a good mood. Her stomach lurched at the mention of food until she smelled bacon.
+""You fixed bacon?""
+The question didn't require an answer. Lucy noted the smile covering her daughter's face and beamed. Ten minutes later, with her insulated lunch bag in hand, Erica left for work. Her mood remained fair until she made her routine morning stop at the local coffee shop drive through window.
+""One extra large caramel cappuccino with double syrup and whipped cream,"" Erica said into the machine when it was her turn.
+Crackled sounds burst from the speakers with what Erica knew to be her total for the drink. She didn't need anyone telling her the amount—she ordered the same drink each day.
+""Seven-ninety-six, please,"" the young girl at the window said.
+Erica handed the girl her money as fast as she could. Young and athletic, the girl had dark hair, the same color as the woman in the painting at her mother's house. Within a minute or two, she had her change and her drink, and drove away. The brief interaction affected her mood immediately.
+""What kind of couple goes to an exotic island so he can sit and read while she swims? She's so skinny I'm surprised she doesn't float away. And why would anyone want to stare at all that orange and brown? I swear I'm going to rip it off the wall one day soon. Or maybe I'll . . .""
+She grumbled throughout the day, between customer calls, and during breaks. The only time she appeared happy was when she pulled her lunch out of her bag. Homemade bread held thick layers of sliced ham, cheese, and tomatoes. Lettuce from her mother's garden completed the sandwich. Erica consumed the meal in a short time. Crumbs clung to her shirt and around her lips, a fact she didn't give a thought to, or care about. The food had all her attention. Filled once more, she went back to work. Her shift ended at five and Erica drove home as if by remote. She longed to change out of the tight fitting dress slacks and top her employer required as daily work attire.
+The evening went like all others. Lucy greeted her daughter from the kitchen where she was checking the lasagna. She slid the garlic bread into the oven and turned to set the table. Erica appeared several minutes later in an old pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt that barely covered her stomach. Comfort won over style.
+Dinner passed in near silence. Erica had seconds and even thirds of the spicy dish. When they finished, they cleaned the kitchen together, then went in to watch TV. Determined to ignore the painting, Erica tried to stay focused on the news. The orange life jackets pulled her their direction anyway.
+""Why did daddy buy that?""
+""What?""
+""Were you with him? What did he see in it?""
+Reports of an arrest involving her favorite movie star held Lucy's attention. Erica shook her head at her mother's lack of interest.
+""Stupid rich brat,"" she mumbled.
+Wiggling her bottom toward the edge of the easy chair stopped her grumbling. She focused on pushing her weight up and went into the kitchen. Within minutes, she had a serving of lasagna heating in the microwave. She didn't even bother sitting at the table, choosing to lean against the counter, propping the warm plate on her chest. It didn't take her long to consume the entire serving. Her mother was still listening to the local news on her way through to her bedroom.
+Their days and weeks formed a pattern. The women had dinner together and watched TV until they fell asleep. Eventually, they woke long enough to stagger to bed for the night. Erica's clothes no longer fit and climbing steps left her short of breath. Instead of working to lose weight, she ate more to forget how unhappy she was. Lucy didn't realize the very foods she loved cooking were killing her daughter. Despite living in the same house, and spending time with each other, they rarely talked about anything personal.
+The picture became a constant reminder to the young woman of all that she wasn't. At night, in her room, she often imagined tossing it into a fire, or throwing it off a skyscraper. The images were the only source of humor in her life, making her laugh in a distorted, insane way. The more she hated her life, the more the artwork seemed to haunt her.
+To avoid the picture, she spent evenings in her room, closed off from the only television set in the house. A tiny radio crackled country music for her entertainment. Late one night, she crept down the stairs to find a snack. Laughter stopped her cold.
+""You'll never look like me if you stuff your face that way each night.""
+""Who . . . where . . .""
+The artwork hadn't moved yet there was something different. The water shimmered under the bright tropical sun to reflect on her skin. A glance to the right showed the young man staring at her from the cabana deck. Muscles flexed as he stepped closer.
+""I know you want my man. I see how you look at him. He'll never leave me for someone like you.""
+The voice taunted Erica. She touched the wall to steady herself before shaking her head.
+""No, there's no one talking. I'm tired. It's the heat or—""
+""Oh, but I'm right here, enjoying this gorgeous hideaway with my lover while you're sitting home stuffing your face.""
+Erica fled to the safety of her bedroom without looking at the artwork again. She hid under the covers where she stayed the entire night.
+****
+Garbled voices mocked and harassed her throughout her days . . . and invaded her sleep. Dreams became nightmares with dozens of brunettes surrounding her as she attempted to keep from sinking in the warm island waters. Images of beached whales accompanied male voices ridiculing her figure.
+The voices followed her to work where she lost her temper with customers. Still she blocked them out long enough to devour mounds of high calorie foods that added more pounds to her weight. The relaxing view of the island hideaway tormented her until she couldn't take more.
+""You aren't real,"" she screamed. ""You're a stupid painting with ugly colors and I hate you.""
+Her voice rose with each word until her mother ran into the room.
+""What's wrong? You scared the dickens out of me.""
+Lucy fumbled for the light switch while struggling to pull her tattered bathrobe across her chest. Her toes connected with the leg of the end table seconds before the bulb flickered to life.
+""Oh lord, my toes, I think I broke—""
+""You don't know anything, you scrawny bitch.""
+Lucy gasped at the words she thought her daughter aimed her direction until she realized Erica faced the wall.
+""I'll show you, you twig, you—""
+The artwork banged into the wall each time Erica pulled on the edge. She didn't hear—or see—her mother moving toward her
+""Wait, you'll ruin it, and your father paid good money for that ugly thing,"" Lucy said, pushing against her daughter.
+""You're nothing but trash.""
+A loud crack shocked Lucy but didn't stop her daughter. She tore at the artwork with her fingernails while continuing her tirade against the unseen person from her mind. Helpless, Lucy backed away as the entire painting pulled free from the wall. Erica fell with the mangled work crashing onto the floor. Silence followed for several seconds until Lucy began screaming.
+""You son of a—""
+""What the hell?""
+Five manila envelopes lay scattered amongst the wrecked artwork. Erica scooted into a sitting position in time to see her mother empty the contents of one of the envelopes. Tightly bound stacks of money fell at her feet. They scrambled to check the other four before either spoke again. Their words bounced off each other in their excitement.
+""For years I—""
+""He pointed to that skinny bitch and mocked me—""
+""I struggled to pay the bills and he—""
+""Damn him,"" they yelled in unison.
+Their rants turned to laughter. The maniacal sounds ended with both women in tears, but not tears of sadness.
+""I bet he planned to vacation at that ugly hideaway after I died,"" Lucy said. ""Stupid fool should have thought twice before getting on a damn motorcycle for the first time when it was raining.""
+""Mama, you're rich. You're rich,"" Erica yelled, tossing a handful of bundled money into the air.
+""You found it, you should have it.""
+""No, no, it's not mine, it isn't even my house.""
+""But you would have found it after, you know, I passed, so . . .""
+They sat in the midst of the destroyed artwork and the money discussing what to do with their newfound wealth. Toward morning, Lucy offered to cook. Erica had other plans.
+""Mama, listen, remember when daddy used to tease me about being fat, and he always pointed to that woman in the picture?""
+Lucy nodded but didn't reply before her daughter continued.
+""I know just the thing to do with all this money. What if we . . .""
+****
+They lounged outside the cabana. Bright sun reflected off the clear water. Erica adjusted her bathing suit and smiled. A little over a year had passed since the discovery of the money; a time of major changes in both women.
+""You look great, honey.""
+""Thanks, Mom. This place, the people, the water . . . it's all so energizing. I can't believe how sad my life was before the surgery. Without that money, I would still be stuffing my face.""
+Erica's weight loss surgery had been more successful than she thought possible. A two-hundred pound loss transformed her into a trim energetic young woman. Her confidence rose as her body shrank.
+""Who would have thought we would be here, at this gorgeous tropical resort, just like that couple in the painting.""
+""I feel sorry for that brunette, though. She was stuck in that horrible artwork with barely any color to brighten the days,"" Erica said with a laugh.
+Brightly colored umbrellas dotted the beach area across from the cabana. Lush towels, in sunny yellow, lay in stacks for the guests.
+""I think I'll take a walk,"" Erica said, looking at a group of young men leaning against the bar.
+Lucy smiled and hoped their next expense from the money would be a wedding."
+71,F3 Fly Me,sr71plt,Chain Stories,2013-11-12,2013-11-12,2022-01-08 03:48:25,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f3-fly-me,High-flying swingers meeting at a beach resort.,"['Airline Crew', 'Babes', 'Beach', 'Confusion', 'Cruising', 'Fawc', 'Humor', 'Hunks', 'Lesbian', 'Swingers']",4.32,"_(Author's note: This story is an entry into the third Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story will be kept secret until Wednesday, November 20, 2013, when the author will be revealed in the comments section following this story. There are no prizes awarded during FAWC; this is simply a friendly competition.)_
+ _(Inspiration for this and all FAWC 3 stories was taken from a single picture, which can be found[here](http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=1314237&d=1382517468))_
+ _(The tags for this story are: airline crew, confusion, swingers, hunks, babes, lesbian, cruising, beach, and humor.)_
+* * * *
+""Oops.""
+""What?"" The voice of the copilot was clearly panicked.
+""Just seeing if you're awake.""
+""Don't pull crap like that, Tenley. Hong Kong's one of the trickier airports to land in, and we're being recorded.""
+""I've landed here a million times, and my cockpit recordings get peddled around for their high entertainment value. Just sit back and dream of a thousand virgins. You're new to this route, aren't you?""
+""I've landed here a couple of times,"" Copilot Peterson of the Cathay Pacific jetliner answered.
+""I fly out of Sydney occasionally—the LA route mostly,"" the pilot said. ""And Hong Kong to London too.""
+Peterson knew that flying the longer routes, especially as captain, was a mark of seniority and trust at the airlines. Something he was still years away from. ""I usually do the Sydney to KL route—and to Penang and Bangkok too,"" he offered. He wouldn't even give a hint that he'd try matching skills with this guy in conversation—in several realms. The guy had been bragging nearly nonstop, but at least on the topic of flying, he had the credentials.
+""Ah, Penang. I get your route occasionally. Got a little hideaway resort in Penang I go to on long layovers. Wooden bungalows right out over the water. Shallow water, white-sandy bottom. A whole lot of local talent there.""
+""Local talent?""
+""Pussy. Good place to take a honey too. Isolated. Nothing to do but eat, fuck, swim, and fuck, and she can't just hop a taxi and go into town if you treat her too rough. No town, except Georgetown, and it isn't much of a town and is pretty isolated itself. They staff the place mostly with Malaysian and Thai sweeties. Probably from local brothels. They'll put out at the flash of a rubber and a bit of cash. Don't even have to bring your own pussy.""
+""Quite the ladies man, are you? You talk to all of them like this?""
+""Oh, no. The way to keep the ladies sucking and riding your cock is to treat them like princesses in public and like whores in bed. They really go for that.""
+Peterson had heard this type of prattle all across the Pacific from LA. He didn't know if the guy was for real or not. Quite good looking and built and looking hardly old enough to have piloted the LA-to-Hong Kong route as much as he claimed. But Peterson had to admit the man handled the bird well, despite the juvenile talk and sick joking. Perhaps he handled the other birds, as he called them well, too.
+""You'll have to give me the name of the resort,"" he said to redirect the conversation. ""We'll have to give it a whirl.""
+""Place is called Paradise Bay. You and your woman looking for places to get away from it all?""
+""Yeah. She works for Cathay too, in Sydney.""
+""Just the one woman?""
+""Yeah. That's me a one-woman man.""
+""You don't look the part. Pretty well put together. Airline life is built for the cruising stud. Lots and lots of poontang. Stewardesses must be all over you to get in your pants. Stewards too."" He laughed at that little joke. The copilot didn't.
+""And I suppose you have a woman in every airport.""
+""Don't need that shit. Like I said about horny stewardesses, I travel with my pussy. You seen the stewardesses back there, the one named Denise? Seen the rack on that one? And the Oriental one named Mai Lai. God, can she suck. And the Filipina's got a pussy that'll draw you right in.""
+Not having been able to redirect the conversation, and as they were approaching Hong Kong International Airport, which he understood was really a piece of cake to land at now, the approach to the former Kai Tak airport before China took over Hong Kong having been a hairy approach between mountain peaks with a fast drop, Peterson went silent. Tenley was humming to himself, but he was handling the landing expertly. He didn't ask Peterson to help with anything.
+When they were on the tarmac and rolling to the terminal, Tenley reopened the conversation, ""You got a layover here?""
+""Yep,"" Peterson responded. ""Two days, then a hop down to KL and picking up the KL-Sydney route again. Captaining that route.""
+""Where you staying here? At the Regal Airport Hotel, where most of us stay?""
+""Yeah, I guess. Haven't made reservations anywhere.""
+""Got plans tonight?""
+""Pretty tired. Dinner, calling my honey, and then sacking in, I guess.""
+""I'm having a balling party with Denise and Mai Lai. We could easily find someone for you—that Filipina, Maria, puts out real good.""
+""Naw, thanks. Thanks, but no. Just a one-man woman, as I said.""
+First thing Peterson did when he got into his room, which was more of a process hassle than he thought it would be, was to take a shower and call Sydney. Most of the Cathay Pacific crew members were regulars at this hotel. He wasn't, so he had to go through some hoops to establish that he should get the airline rates. She picked up on the second ring and the smoothness in her voice told him she was glad he'd called. He ached for her. He liked talking to her on the phone when he was in the nude. He played with himself while they talked and dreamed of what they could be doing. They didn't meet up in Sydney nearly enough.
+""Hi.""
+""Hi, yourself,"" She answered. ""Rough flight?""
+""A bit. A new route for me.""
+""I can hear it in your voice.""
+""I wish you were here."" Oh, god, how he wished she was here. He'd gotten hard as soon as he'd heard her voice. It had been three weeks since they were together. He hadn't realized it until he heard her voice, but he really needed it.
+""Me too,"" she answered in a soft, sexy voice.
+At first he thought she was saying she needed to fuck too, which made him go even harder. But then he realized that she was responding to what he'd actually said, and that she was tired too.
+""Maybe we can get away soon,"" he answered. ""I heard of a place in Penang. Just the two of us. You could use some of your Cathay Pacific mileage points and meet me there when I can arrange a long layover.""
+""Yes,"" she whispered in a breathy voice. ""It's murder here without you.""
+""I'm lonely too.""
+""The feel of you on me, between my legs. That thing you do to me with—"" So, she was needing a fuck too.
+""Stop. You're killing me. I'll arrange something with the airline. Meet you in Penang.""
+He barely was able to get off the phone before he had to go into the bathroom and take care of himself. But he didn't really take care of himself. There was only one real way of doing that.
+He ate by himself in the hotel restaurant, weary still. He'd go straight to bed afterward. What a life, though. Everyone thought driving a passenger jet was exciting, but he thought it might be one of the most lonely professions going. Maybe not for someone like Tenley—if he was telling the truth and had a woman wherever he landed. Even brought them with him—at airline expense—Peterson thought. He did laugh at that thought.
+As he passed the bar, he heard a cheery voice call him. ""Peterson. There you are. Come on in and had a drink or twelve. This was my copilot, Peterson, ladies. Isn't he a stud and a half? Look, Peterson, I seem to have my hands full and need some help here. This is Denise, and Mai Lai. And, look, Maria has joined us too.""
+Peterson woke up four hours later—or rather, rose out of a drunken stupor—with the Filipina air stewardess, Maria, coming up on top of him from where she'd been crouched between his legs on one of the double beds in the hotel room, sucking his cock. With a groan, he rolled over on top of her, he hesitated there, bulb poised, struggling internally. But he knew he couldn't stop; his need was too great. He learned then that what Tenley had said about Maria proved to be true. It was as if her labia parted, reached up, closed over his bulb, and drew him inside. Sublimating any thinking at all, he thrust inside her with his hard cock and did with her what he so dearly wanted to do with the ""only woman"" back in Sydney.
+The bed springs were bouncing and Maria was giving him lust in her eyes and egging him on in Spanish as he pounded and pounded and pounded inside her.
+Tenley was humping Mai Lai on the other bed, with Denise sitting by and squeezing one of Mai Lai's breasts with one hand and helping to guide Tenley's thrusts with the other hand on his buttocks.
+At least, Peterson thought, Tenley hadn't been shitting him about his sex life.
+* * * *
+Jasmine wasn't happy, and when Jasmine ain't happy, ain't nobody happy. And Jasmine was horny, which was a big part of her not being happy.
+She'd flown all the way into Penang via Hong Kong from London, a grueling flight, where she'd had to play ""grab ass with a smile"" with a bunch of sweat- smelly and fat German businessmen in business class—and no Jim. The long flight had worn her out. She was more accustomed to the shorter Southeast Asia routes. It had been his idea to meet at the Paradise Bay resort for a ""quickie"" four-day romp. And now he was going to be late. All because a pilot on the run from Seoul got the runs from too much kimchi. Jim had reset the rendezvous just two days later than originally set up, both could stay the full four days originally planned, and the resort could accommodate them.
+But, damnit, she was horny now. And when she was horny and mad there was no telling what mischief she could get into.
+She had been standing at the resort's reception desk when she got the news from Jim. He hadn't had the nerve to contact her directly. He'd called the hotel, left a note for her, and made the change in arrangements—without even consulting her on whether she could juggle her layover so that she could be here the two extra days. Of course she would. He had a cock to die for. But he was just taking advantage of her.
+While she stood there, the young German hunk she'd spied earlier—Klaus he'd said his name was—wafted past her and gave her a hungry look. He was in a Speedo, flip-flops, and aviator glasses and was carrying suntan lotion and a paperback book with a pretty-much naked woman on the cover. The cover model was as chocolate-skinned as Jasmine, but not as curvy as she was, the Jamaican beauty thought, with a sniff. But definitely an indication that the German liked his women dark skinned. After the greasy tubby German businessmen on the plane, this guy certainly looked good to her—no, he looked great. Big, built, muscle-hard, and blond. Some body hair, but that was blond too, so she could enjoy it as she pleased and ignore it when she ""don't please.""
+She looked at his hands and his toes. Big plump things. Her experimenting on what that might indicate was big elsewhere had so far played out to 70/30 percent, which she considered to be very good odds. That's what she really liked about Jim. He was hung.
+Jasmine shook her head. She certainly _was horny_. Damn Jim for putting her into this state. She'd been horny for him ever since he'd _graced_ her with the suggestion they camp out here for a couple of days. Mr. Perfect. Such a perfect gentleman in public, treating her like she was his one and only. And then rough, dominating, and bigheaded when they were alone. But then, he was bigheaded elsewhere too and knew how to use it. Which brought her back to the German, Klaus. How big was he? Did he know how to use it? It would serve Jim right if he did.
+On an impulse, she asked for the phone back and called the Cathay Pacific desk at the airport. There was no trouble getting whatever information she wanted from her own airline. She ascertained that Klaus was booked out on a plane early the next day. Perfect, she thought. A one-afternoon stand and he'd be well gone before Jim arrived. No hassles. She handed the receiver back and went back to her own room, a grass-roofed wooden shack, which was a whole lot more luxurious inside than it looked like on the outside, suspended over the water of the bay on stilts.
+""The red bikini, I think,"" she said. Easy on, easy off, she thought.
+Looking across the shallow, white-sand-bedded cove from her room, one of a string of huts on silts radiating out from the resort's main building into the water, Jasmine could see that the German hunk had picked out a spot outside the curve of the windows of the indoor pool. Decking extended out from the curve, and sunning ledges were sectioned off by reddish-orange vinyl barriers and floored with vinyl matting of the same color. There was room for two sunbathers in the one he occupied. All of the other sections were unoccupied, as, Jasmine had seen when she went to change into her bikini, was the indoor swimming pool. There had been a boating trip and beach barbecue outing to some nearby islands laid on today, and nearly all of the resort's guests were on that.
+Good, she thought. Room to seduce, although the way the German's tongue drooped out of his mouth when he had passed her at the reception desk, Jasmine didn't think much seduction would be needed.
+Klaus was sitting up on vinyl-covered pillows, rubbing suntan lotion on a magnificently muscled chest. The other portion of the section was unoccupied, as if he'd known beforehand that Jasmine would be in the need of a place to sun. The section he had chosen enjoyed the best angle of the sun's rays.
+She had worn the red bikini for a purpose. She stood on the pier connecting one hut with the other until she was sure that the color of her bikini and a few deft movements of her torso and legs had caught his attention. Assured of that, she executed a beautiful dive into the water and swam around in the small cove, making sure that he'd stopped applying the lotion and was watching her. He was watching her, of course—over the top of his paperback book, but as he was trying to read it upside down, Jasmine knew where his interests were really focused. From here she could see the tenting in the crotch of his Speedo too, so she knew she had him. Or that he was going to have her. Or whatever.
+His response was much too obvious. She took the upside-down book and even the pose he took that had his crotch jutting out as part of his own mating dance. She was sure when she saw him let his hand drift down to his crotch and palm his package.
+She did the breast stroke around the cove for a few minutes, and then, thinking about doing the breast stroke, she managed to shrug her bikini top off, tuck it into the side of her bikini bottoms, and float on her back for a short while. She fancied she could hear the deep growl in his voice from here.
+He helped her up onto the deck when she swam up to the edge and motioned what she wanted. She'd actually asked him to help her up, but he gave her a confused look.
+Great. He doesn't even speak English, she thought. Well, not all language was spoken. Both of them had just been clearly negotiating with each other with no word said by either.
+She stood there, at his feet, where he was stretched out—and something was really stretching the crotch of that Speedo. Her eyes could follow the line of the cock, and she decided he was well worth an afternoon's dalliance.
+""Want to fly me, handsome?"" She asked.
+No response other than a cocking of his head and a silly grin.
+""Fly me? Fuck, fuck? Want to fuck, fuck?""
+Still the silly grin. There was no doubt in her mind that they were going to fuck. He was just doing that annoying thing of assuming that it was the man who was timing the seduction.
+""Oh, fuck it,"" she said, rolling the bikini bottoms down to her knees and making a stroking pantomime with one cupped hand. ""Want to be a stud and fuck me?"" she repeated.
+He understood that—or at least understood what he could see—came up on his knees, and then back on his haunches, as he grabbed her hips and pulled her muff into his face. He feasted on her clit and cunt, as she laughed and ran her fingers through his blond hair. Her laughter segued into moans and groans and then purring and murmurings about how she wanted this encounter to proceed from here, as he won her completely over with his prowess.
+Most surprising was how he'd managed to get his Speedo off—she hadn't noticed that it buttoned at the sides—and where he'd managed to find and sheath himself with a condom. What was not surprising at all was that he was hung and athletic, as he just pushed her onto her back between her bent legs while rising on his knees, grabbed her hips, and pulled her cunt onto his cock in a long, deep slide.
+So, much for foreplay, she thought, not particularly resenting the escalation of the encounter, as he pulled her to a deep penetration and held there, stuffing her with a throbbing cock, until she had stopped shuddering and writhing at the length and width of the invasion. He had one arm around the small of her back and was using the thumb of his other hand to work her clit. When he began to pull her on and off the cock and lowered his lips to her nipples, she congratulated herself on being able to find something to fully occupy her afternoon.
+So there, Jim, she thought. I managed to get what you promised me today—even despite a language barrier.
+After he was done and had included a nice number of explosions for her in the process, he lay back and dozed, while she sat beside him, leaned over him, and played with his wispy blond chest hair by running her fingers through it and blowing on it to watch the hairs move in little waves.
+He wanted to fuck again, but she pressed him down with one hand in what was only a symbolic gesture—he was muscular enough to have done anything with her he wanted, which was a large part of the charm she saw in him—and she leaned over and gave him a slow, sensuous blow job.
+When Jasmine left the young German hunk, she assumed she had put him to sleep with her post-sucking attention. But she had barely made it to the door to her hut, out near the end of the pier over the water, when she saw him padding down the pier toward her.
+This was when she learned that he truly had the power to master her as he would. Making no attempts to seek her permission at all through some silly pantomiming, he just brushed past her into the room when she opened the door, pulled her inside, shut the door, and fucked her roughly and relentlessly into the night—on the bed, over a chair, on the floor, in the shower. Klaus had clit for dinner and Jasmine enjoyed a nice slice of cock.
+He left her only when and because, she knew through her telephone call to the airport, that he needed to be checking out and catching a flight back to Munich. She was glad that she had ensured Klaus wouldn't be staying around until Jim arrived. On the other hand, she regretted that he was leaving Penang as the sun came up. Now she had another day to kill before Jim arrived, and the German had only made her more horny.
+* * * *
+Sue had dropped the bombshell that she hadn't realized was a bombshell as they were starting down the aisle with beverages and snacks on Cathay Pacific's Sydney-to-Penang run. Elizabeth's jaw had dropped and she'd given Sue a shocked look, but all she'd hissed then was a ""Later.""
+They were halfway down the aisle when Elizabeth raised her orange juice container as a signal that she needed a refill, and Benton, one of the stewards, sashayed down from the kitchen separating first class from steerage with a refill, bent his ear to Elizabeth's mouth to receive a bit of gossip, and then also looked up and gave Sue a shocked glare.  
+Back in the kitchen at the rear of economy class, Elizabeth grabbed Sue's shoulders and faced off with her so their eyes were locked on each other's and said in a low, tense voice, ""Not Russ. Tell me you're not going to a beach resort with Russ during your Penang layover. Not Russ, the pilot.""
+""OK, I'm not going to a beach resort with Russ,"" Sue said, with a mischievous smile. She could almost enjoy this. All of the other air stewardesses seemed to think that she was as dull as a dish rag. They couldn't imagine her with someone like Russ.
+Elizabeth looked visibly relieved and said so. ""Well, that's a relief. I thought you said—""
+""We're not going together. I'm meeting him there. His flight ends in Hong Kong, and he has to catch a hop down to Penang as he can. A very nice place, I understand. The rooms are made out like grass-roofed huts and sit out on stilts over the—""
+""Sue, no!"" Elizabeth hissed—loud enough that a couple of heads in the last couple of rows in economy seats snapped up. ""The man's a letch. Hasn't anyone told you that? Maria up in first class can give you a really good rundown on what a sexual jerk Russ can be. Even Benton used the word 'letch' just a moment ago.""
+""Well, I certainly hope that Benton wouldn't know anything about that with Russ,"" Sue said, painting a smile on her face. Did everyone _really_ think she was an innocent lamb?
+Elizabeth gave her another shocked look. ""It's not funny, honey. Russ is a perfect gentleman on the outside, but just let him get you alone, and—"" She stopped because Sue had laughed.
+""I can't imagine how you know that, Elizabeth.""
+Elizabeth blushed enough so that there was little to be imagined on how she knew that. Sue was looking away, though, so she didn't see that revelation.
+""I'm a big girl,"" Sue continued. ""I'll take my chances. Besides, I think the stories of Russ working his way through the stewardess pool is urban legend.""
+Elizabeth snapped her jaw shut in an ""if you only knew"" motion. ""Well, OK, sugar. It's your funeral. You've been warned about what he'll do to you."" She looked like she was going to say more, but Sue was saved by the ding of a passenger wanting assistance, and Elizabeth turned and walked away from her—and then went on up to the first-class kitchen rather than coming back.
+Don't need to be warned about what he'll do to me, Sue thought, her smile still very much in place. He's been doing it to me in various layover cities for several months now. And I'm very much looking for him to do it to me at the Paradise Bay resort too—for two days straight.
+Three hours later Sue unfolded from the beat-up Corolla taxi with a red body and black top at the entrance to the Paradise Bay resort. It had been a hot and dusty ride for the last couple of miles and she could easily believe that she was at the end of the earth.
+""Perfect,"" she said, looking out into the quiet cove the resort perched on and spread across. The end of the earth with Russ making love to me, she added in her thoughts, as she stretched to realign her spine. Just perfect.
+She was thinking less than perfect thoughts when she got to the reception desk, though.
+""I'm sorry, miss,"" the desk clerk said. ""Your party has not arrived. We have received an e-mail that he won't arrive until the day after tomorrow—but he's extended your stay for two days."" The desk clerk was looking at her with a slightly bemused smile, like he knew some secret she didn't.
+Damn, she thought. She didn't have the two more days before she had another flight to cover back to Sydney. She'd have to call and see if she could juggle her schedule.
+But, for the desk clerk, she just smiled wanly and said, ""Thanks. The way to the room?""
+""It's one of our suite rooms out over the water. You can see it from here through the indoor pool area. String of bungalows out over the water.""
+""Ah, yes. Russ told me about those. Thanks, again,"" she said, as she accepted her room key. As she turned to walk over to where the pier out into the water started, a shapely black woman in a red bikini, the top of which she was retying at the back, walked by her. Sue half recognized the woman and a name—an unusual one—tried to work its way to the surface. But then a hunk of a young man passed her headed in the same direction as the woman in the red bikini, and Sue's attention refocused on his muscular body, clothed only in a skimpy Speedo and flip-flops.
+Sue had turned in time for her attention to be focused on how the front of his bathing suit was pulled down to accommodate the weight of what must be quite a big set of dick and balls—just like Russ when he was wearing trunks—and she could feel her body tingle in places that only Russ had touched over the past few months. Damn, she thought again, what am I going to do with myself before he gets here?—and there will be so little time for us if I can't manage a schedule change.
+She ate dinner alone, not seeing either the curvy black woman or the hunky man in the dining room, and pouted the evening away in her hut out over the transparent water of the cove that would be very romantic if she weren't alone.
+What in the hell was she going to do to pass the time away for a day in this place that may be a paradise but that was remote and oh so silent and was not what she was expecting to face when she got here? She hadn't even brought a book to read. She had, however, brought a great deal of sexual need. She hadn't been with Russ for three weeks or more. She needed what he could give her.
+She was laying, naked, on her bed, biting a pillow and moaning, as she squeezed her breasts and nipples with one hand and had the fingers of the other hand working in her folds. Her dream had been that Russ would be doing this, but her need was such that someone needed to be doing it, even if she had to manage it herself.
+She was close to climax when the phrase ""fly me"" popped into her brain.
+""Fly me,"" she exclaimed aloud. Of course. Jasmine. That was Jasmine Duval who passed me at the reception desk. That was one of Jasmine's favorite phrases.
+""Ah, Jasmine,"" she moaned and just the memories connected with that name were enough to ignite the small series of explosions that put her body into convulsions.
+* * * *
+Sue was lying on her back on the bed—not her bed, but one very much like hers in a room almost identical to hers—her arms stretched out wide and gripping the sheets in bunches, her back arched, her eyes popping open, and a low, elongated moan emitting from her mouth as Jasmine crouched between her spread thighs and worked her clit with her mouth and teeth. Jasmine's long, thin fingers, with the purple-lacquered nails were doing what Sue had rather hoped the previous day Russ would be doing now—finding how far into her a digit could penetrate.
+It had been the ""Fly me"" comment that had started it all—both here and in Bangkok two years previously—when Sue had found herself with the other Cathay Pacific stewardess in a situation in which both were on edge, waiting for someone who hadn't shown up, half sloshed, and ready to party.
+In Bangkok it had been an actual party they'd gone to, where the copilot Jasmine was with and the air steward who had convinced Sue to go to a ""gathering"" with him had decided they were more interested in each other than their dates. Sue had been drinking before that, but she doubled up on the booze after watching the two men, arm in arm and hip to hip, sauntering up the stairs of the host's house toward the bedrooms. Three quarters sheets to the wind and all giggly about how and why they'd been stood up, the two had fallen into each other's arms when Sue had said ""Our dates have flown away,"" and Jasmine had given her a come-thither look and cooed, ""You could always fly me."" She'd gone on to say that she and Sue could, she was sure, climb those stairs to the bedroom level as well as their dates had.
+Sue hadn't done anything like that before or since.
+But now, after commiserating with each other over strong drinks in the hotel bar at being put off by the men they were meeting here, at the coincidence they were here together—alone— and that neither one of them had brought a book to read, they were romping in bed together. Sue had remarked on just how much this was like their experience in Bangkok. Jasmine had smiled wickedly and repeated their signature phrase, ""You could always fly me."" They then both had collapsed in a fit of laughter, and here they were, on the bed.
+Satiated, if only for a matter of moments, Jasmine lifted her head and pulled herself up, stretched beside and embracing Sue, and murmured, ""And to think I was worried about what I was going to find to do today.""
+""Me too,"" Sue whispered with a sigh, her finger walking their way down Jasmine's belly.
+""Serves the bastard right for arriving late,"" Jasmine muttered, followed by a giggle.
+""Got that right,"" Sue agreed, nuzzling her face into Jasmine thick mane of black hair.
+Jasmine jerked and moaned as Sue's fingers reached the end of their walk.
+* * * *
+A confab was going on at the reception desk of the Paradise Bay resort in Penang, Malaysia concerning how two rooms had been booked to one individual, when one guest inadvertently jostled another at the desk.
+""Peterson,"" exclaimed checking-in Guest One, as he turned to see who had nudged up against him.
+""Tenley,"" checking-in Guest Two responded in a voice that seemed a bit more shocked and hesitant than the first.
+""What a coincidence to see you here,"" Tenley said. ""Haven't seen you since Hong Kong. Since that night after the flight when—""
+""Like to have you meet my wife, Anne,"" Peterson said quickly, moving aside to reveal a woman who had been standing behind him. ""And my children,"" he rushed on, trying to cover the embarrassment in his voice. The woman, Anne, held the hand of a toddler girl and preschool boy in each of her hands. ""You recommended this place to me, remember? Anne, this is the pilot on my flight from LA to Hong Kong who I told you had recommended this place as a good vacation spot.""
+Peterson was talking fast, and doing a bit more sweating than the heat in Penang justified. Tenley was standing there looking a bit amused, knowing exactly why Peterson wanted to fill the air with prattle. Last time Tenley had actually seen Peterson, Maria, the Filipina stewardess had been laying on her back on a bed, her head hanging over the foot of the bed, and Peterson was standing over her, feeding his cock into her mouth. He had already fucked the Filipina twice. Of course Peterson was three sheets to the wind at the time.
+Tenley took a gander at Peterson's ""one and only,"" Anne. Nice rack, he thought, and flared hips. Wouldn't mind ""one and onlying"" her a couple of times.
+""Couldn't find a sitter on such short notice,"" Peterson was babbling on, ""So, had to bring the urchins with us, ha ha."" The laugh was distinctly forced.
+Tenley opened his mouth to say something, not sure himself which way he would go with this, although feeling he should be able to get some fun out of it, when he turned, at the sound of two high-pitched and high-decibel voices piercing the air from across the reception area.
+""Jim!""
+""Russ!""
+Dan Peterson drifted back a bit from the desk, huddling his family behind him, establishing separation from James Russell Tenley, who was standing now in the limelight all by himself.
+""Jasmine? Sue?"" he asked in confusion, and then, when realization hit, he muttered, ""Fuck it. Double booking.""
+Jasmine, who had arrived in reception, arm in arm with Sue, turned to the other woman and said, ""My Jim is your . . .?""
+""Russ,"" Sue finished for her.
+The two women gave each other a shocked look, which slowly degenerated into grins and laughter. ""Figures,"" Jasmine muttered.
+Flipping James Russell Tenley the bird in tandem, they turned in unison, and, arm in arm, walked back down the pier toward Jasmine's hut.
+Dan Peterson was devoting all of his attention to the desk clerk now, finding the check-in process fascinating and all consuming. The two children were engrossed in opening the wrappers on the two suckers the desk clerk had given them. Anne was casting a tentative speculative sidelong glance at Tenley, who . . .
+. . . was giving her the eye back. But then, passing by behind her was that sweet little piece he'd flown the last time he was here, that cocktail hostess in the hotel bar, that Thai honey with the dark-toned pussy lips that could wave at you. . . her name was Lek, he thought, not that she had to have a name for him to fuck her.
+Tenley did a U-turn to follow her into the bar. Lek had seen him and lowered her eyelashes and given a slight smile. That was all the signaling Tenley needed.
+Anne gave a little shudder, looked away, and snuggled close to her husband's back. Dan Peterson, celebrating within himself having escaped a bullet, wasn't remotely aware—yet—of the danger of he and his ""one and only"" sharing the Paradise Bay resort hotel with a James Russell Tenley on the loose for four more days."
+72,F3 For Her,xelliebabex,Chain Stories,2013-11-12,2013-11-12,2022-01-08 03:48:27,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f3-for-her,Regaining his lost love.,"['Antarctica', 'Fawc', 'Helicopter', 'Rescue', 'Resort', 'Voyage']",4.59,"_(Author's Note: This story is a submission to the third Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on November 20th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.)_
+ _ _(Inspiration for this and all FAWC 3 stories was taken from a single picture, which can be found[here](http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=1314237&d=1382517468))__
+ _(The tags for this story are FAWC, Asher, Lily, money, island, Talia, Ruby, bikini, love)_
+* * * *
+Asher Grant sat back and took in what his money had bought him. It was the epitome of what summer excess looked like in the fantasy pages of a novel or a men's magazine. He scanned the crystal clear waters and a nubile young nymph swimming towards him. ""What more could a man want? What more indeed?"" he thought bitterly. He had built this tropical paradise with his long-time lover, Lilly, in mind to surprise her with a Christmas gift that would boggle her mind, but it had all been too late, and as if to prove to him she wanted just him not his money, his notoriety or his social standing she had walked out without a backward glance.
+When he had threatened her that she would receive nothing from him if she left, the woman had laughed heartily as if his words were intended as a joke. ""I never wanted any of it, I only wanted you."" Her words echoed in his brain with the derision she had delivered them. He had expected to hear from her lawyer, but nothing was forthcoming. He had expected to hear from her family, not only did her not hear from them but it seemed, a stone wall had been put up to protect her when he had tried to find her. He realised that, for the first time in his life, he had underestimated someone in the worst way and in the process, the only person he had hurt was himself.
+She had loved him. She hadn't fallen in love with his money, his power or his status but rather him. He had not considered himself lovable as such. He knew his wealth was what he brought to the table in any negotiation. He had truly not considered that anyone would see past that to the real him. He lay back on the cushion covered deck and watched the girl swim towards him. ""Shit,"" he thought to himself considering the girl in front of him, ""I can't even remember her name.""
+The young woman arose from the water onto the cushioned mat he lay on and sensuously moved up his body to place wet kisses upon his chest and shoulders before moving up to his neck. He tilted his head back wondering why he couldn't remember her name. She was amazing. She was so hot, so sexy, so..."" he paused in his thoughts, ""So not Lilly.""
+He had built this place for her as a gift after she had complained that their relationship was nothing was like it was when they had first met. They had met on an idyllic island at the wedding of mutual friends. It was a small affair as few could afford the airfare and hotel fees involved. They had instantly been attracted to each other, and he admitted that the fact that she did know who he was a bonus. She had treated him like any other man who vied for her company and attention. If anything, she had made him work harder than the others as she has known many of the other guests through her acquaintance with the bride and groom.
+Lilly was a free spirit. She couldn't be held down or held back if she decided she wanted something badly enough. She also didn't like to be tied down or beholden to another person for any reason. She was just herself, pure and simple. Asher had fallen for her almost instantly. He loved the way she embraced every opportunity life gave her. He loved the way she took on challenges irrespective of the innate danger and took every dare offered like a quest for glory. He loved that she didn't care if she fell over and came up muddy; she just dusted herself off and continued on.
+It shouldn't have surprised him then that she didn't care about his business or the money it brought them. He should have known that he needed to be present more in her life rather than sending gifts and apologies. He should have known a woman like Lilly would not settle for any mistress, including his work, but he let himself believe that she would understand. ""What would you like to do this afternoon?"" He asked the girl kissing his neck already knowing her response.
+""Anything you like,"" she replied making him grimace. Lilly would have given him several alternatives and let him know which she preferred. Asher closed his eyes and reminded himself that there was no going backwards only forwards. That was how he had made his mark in the business world. Unapologetic, swift and precise moves, it was how he lived his life, and he could not allow even a woman as wonderful as Lilly to dictate how he should act or what he should do. It was over, he reminded himself sadly and finally gave into the insistent girl nibbling at his neck, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her up to sit astride his hips. The decision had been made about how they would spend the afternoon.
+His kiss was as gentle as a butterfly at first. The next kiss brought a little more pressure to her lips and at the feel of his tongue gently teasing the tender flesh of her lower lip, she responded instantly. A soft moan escaped her lips. His fingers tightened around the back of her neck, and he pulled her body closer to his, deepening the kiss, leaving no doubt what he intended for the afternoon.
+He wrapped his arms tightly around her; one across her shoulders and the other under the curve of her bottom. Her bright eyes widened as he positioned her over him; her thighs splayed on either side of his hips. Rolling her hips she could feel the hard ridge of him pressed into the soft flesh of her pussy.
+Bracing her hands on either side of his head, she pushed herself up. Her hair wet and tousled from her swim, fell in a curtain across her face to tickle at his chest and a wicked grin spread across her lips as she lifted her hips a fraction of an inch and arched her back, rolling her hips again and pressing down onto his hard cock. She heard his breath hiss in through his clenched teeth, and she peeked at him through her lashes, and wiggled a little more, setting him more firmly into her moist folds.
+Talia couldn't believe her luck at being at this magnificent resort with Asher Grant and grinning at having affected him enough to hear a muffled groan and feel his hands reach for her hips to still her movements, Talia stilled her movements. Having kept her still for several moments Asher relaxed back and gazed up at her, a sinful smile on his face as one hand quickly left her hip and smacked her ass. As she yelped in surprise he quickly pulled her back down on top of him and smacked her ass again.
+The palm prints heating her ass created a subtle warmth in her belly that turned to licking flames, traveling down her inner thighs to her core. She gazed at him with an undisguised need and rolled her hips again enjoying the feel of the friction between them.
+His smile faded as she began to rotate her hips pressing down onto him again. Her eyes closed, and small white teeth glinted behind warm pink lips as she bent to nibble his neck, paying particular attention to the tender spot just below his ear. She distantly registered his hands gliding over the hot flesh to cup her bottom, lifting her slightly away from him so that she could feel his cock glide between the hot wet folds of her pussy.
+In her heat and eagerness she sunk her teeth into his neck eliciting a growl from him, but rather than stop what she was doing she instead ran a soft pink tongue over the mark and began kissing her way down his body. Her tongue flicked out and gently teased his nipple knowing this would excite him, his hips insistently pushing up into her proving that she knew how to please a man like this, rich, powerful and for at least this weekend, hers. She slid down the length of his body, pausing to nip the flat belly with her teeth. She was on her knees between his legs, running her hands up his thighs. Looking up at him, she lowered her head, taking his hardness into her mouth, never breaking eye contact.
+His legs tensed, and his fingers twined into her hair, she smiled around him, running her tongue up the underside of his shaft. She felt his little shiver and slid her mouth back down on him, taking all of him and feeling him press into the back of her throat.
+Her left hand curved under his balls and cupped him, stroking with soft gentle fingers. She felt him pulsing on her lips, and she moved down onto him. His fingers twined to the point of pain in her hair, his hips thrusting up forcing more into her mouth, making her gag slightly, but she loved the taste of him and kept her head low devouring him. She distantly heard him moan, and she gave a small whimper in response. She felt herself clench and knew she wanted him inside her. She lifted her head and looked up to see his lust filled gaze on her.
+Asher decided she had had her own way long enough and pulling her hair that was wrapped around his fingers he lead her back up his body smiling at her small whimpers of pain and disappointment. With the grace of an athlete, he changed their positions pushing her down onto the cushioned platform and rearing up above her.
+It was his turn to taste the sweetness of her skin, his tongue running down a similar path to the one Talia had travelled down his body. He liked her breasts; the small pale pink nipples were short and puckered sweetly between his lips making her breasts rise up into pointed mounds of flesh. His hands rested over her breasts as he kissed his way down her body nipping the soft skin below her navel and rolling over her flat belly.
+His hands spread her thighs wide and his nipped at the soft white flesh listening to her sigh in pleasure. He placed extra pressure on her thighs watching the lips of her pussy part and leaned forward to flick his tongue over the centre of her being at that point in time. The sinful grin curled his lips again, and she felt the shock of pleasure ripple through her making her thighs tremble and his cock harden impossibly more so.
+His lips closed over the tiny bud, and he began to whip it gently with his tongue. Her fingers threaded into his hair, pulling his mouth closer to her as her hips came off the bed to meet him. Her lips parted with soft whimpering pants and gasps. He ran his hand up her thigh and slowly let his fingers enter her, first one then two marvelling at how tight she always felt. She moaned, thrusting her hips upward once again onto the fingers and into his mouth. His tongue began to work at her faster, and he could feel her wetness begin to coat his hand. Her muscles tightened around his fingers, and he knew she was close to the edge of that abyss of pleasure that would wrack her body and leave her weak and trembling in his arms.
+Pulling free of her grappling hands Asher rose above Talia again guiding his throbbing cock into her. She was so tight he slid in only a frustrating fraction at a time, and the excruciating slowness of his movements nearly sent him over the edge.
+Finally embedded in her to the hilt he felt her muscles grip him and a deep groan of pleasure rumbled from his throat as he began to fuck her hard and deep. He guided her legs up the length of his body from where they had wrapped around his hips essentially doubling her in half and watching her breath shorten even more as she cried out her need.
+Talia dragged her fingernails down Asher's back enjoying the added grunts of pleasure he issued. He stiffened moaning her name and unable to hold back the tide began arching harder into her wanting her to come with him. He looked at the glazed eyes on wide panting mouth of the amazing girl he closed his eyes trying to block out the thoughts of how good this had been with Lilly and groaned deeply as he came. She matched him completely, and he felt the muscles around his cock pulse with it, milking the cum from him to mix with her own. Asher collapsed beside her allowing Talia to unfurl her legs, and they both lay breathing raggedly for long minutes.
+Asher stood pulling her with him and after pushing the surprised girl into the shallow lagoon, dived in after her surfacing some meters way and shaking the water from his hair. He knew he had to do something to get her out of his head. He had thought that bringing this beautiful woman with him to the island he had created with Lilly in mind he could possibly exorcize her from his mind. He had been here three days, and Lilly still remained in all his thoughts. ""No taking backwards steps,"" he growled at himself startling Talia, who had swum closer to him when he had surfaced from the water.
+Smiling lightly, Asher looked at the girl; she was beautiful, smart, entertaining and willing to do anything her asked. How could it not be extraordinary to be here with her? How could he still be thinking of Lilly? He knew it wasn't fair to Talia, and decided to cut the week-long stay he had planned short. Preparing for her disappointment and perhaps recriminations Asher swam back to the pontoon and climbed from the pool.
+* * * *
+Asher paced around his office. He had been back in the city for several days, and though he had tried to find Lilly there was no sign of her. It seemed as though when they had broken up she had just disappeared. He was feeling like a stalker as he considered contacting her friends or family or even creepier yet a private detective to track her whereabouts and make sure she was okay. He had visions of her lying in the road after a crash or something equally disastrous.
+He straightened his tie as he looked into the mirror. He had wangled an invitation to a charity ball tonight that was in aid of a foundation that was close to Lilly's heart, and he hoped to run into her there, if for no other reason than to make sure she was all right, safe and unharmed, then he could go about the business of exorcizing her from his thoughts.
+His personal assistant, Ruby, came in and raised an eyebrow, ""All dress up, very nice, indeed,"" she smiled easily. ""Does this mean I get to leave early?"" She was still quite miffed that he had returned from this island holiday early and had launched himself into his work with renewed frenzy causing his assistant many late nights stuck in the office with him when she would rather be at home curled on the sofa with her girlfriend.
+""Sure leave now,"" he laughed and swept his hand out expansively. ""I know I have been demanding lately. Tell you what... find a replacement who can do your job as well as you do, and I will pay for a two week vacation at a new luxury resort for you and your girlfriend.""
+""You're on,"" she laughed. ""My job isn't that hard, but I am irreplaceable, so if it's just a job we have to cover, no sweat. Should I pack my bikini or skis?""
+Asher chuckled with her, ""Definitely bikini.""
+""Awesome, do you want to throw in a spray tan before I go seeing as you haven't let me see the light of day recently?"" Ruby pushed her luck but continued to laugh. They had a real friendship, rather than just boss and employee, but she still knew enough not to push too far on certain issues. She had worried about him since his break up with Lilly. On the surface, he seemed his usual smooth, charming confidence self but his eyes held that faraway look all too often these days.
+Ruby considered telling him where Lilly had gone but stopped not wanting to step over one of those unspoken lines and interfere in a touchy area of his personal life. If he came to her; however, that was a completely different ball game, then she would tell him everything she knew and thought, but he hadn't done that yet. He probably didn't realise that she and Lilly had become close friends over the last few years of their relationship.
+Ruby took his coat from where he had placed it over the back of a nearby chair and helped him on with it. ""Where are you off to tonight? I don't remember accepting any engagements or putting them on your calendar.""
+""Oh, just one of those charity balls I decided to give in to a mate who has been asking and go. No big deal,"" Asher tried to shrug it off.
+""You're going to the Starlight foundation ball?"" Ruby asked with an edge of incredulity on her voice. After watching him nod and the lost look return to his eyes, she blurted, ""Lilly won't be there you know. She isn't even in the country at the moment.""
+Asher's head snapped up, and he turned around and stared at her with a stunned expression. ""How do you know where she is?""
+""We were friends, I spoke to her more often that you did towards the end, why wouldn't we be friends?"" Ruby asked plaintively.
+It hadn't even occurred to him that Ruby of course would have looked after Lilly as well as she did him. ""So, where is she?"" Asher asked quietly, ""If she isn't even in the country where is she?""
+""Well,"" Ruby hedged suddenly unsure of whether she should tell him and realising it was possibly too late to stop and refuse to answer him. Asher continued to look at her with that lost expression and she gave in. he was a good man at heart, it was just that when working on a big project he often became obsessive to the detriment of everything else in his life.
+""She is on a cruise,"" Ruby finally gave him half of the truth.
+""A cruise? For how long?"" Asher had tilted his head wonderingly. He had not been able to find any sign of her in weeks surely cruises didn't last that long.
+""About three months I think maybe a bit longer,"" Ruby shrugged.
+""People don't take cruises for that long, people sail around the world in that sort of time frame they don't go on a cruise,"" he shook his head thinking that Ruby knew less about Lilly than she thought.
+""True but I think because she went on the boat dropping off scientists in Antarctica it has to take that long. Her brother is going down to join the Australian contingent at Mawson's retreat for the next year,"" Ruby explained. ""It was the perfect opportunity for Lilly to get away from it all and spend some time with her nerdy brother that she rarely gets to see.""
+""Oh, I see,"" Asher was crestfallen. He had been looking forward to tonight and the possibility of seeing Lilly, now he was unsure of what to do.
+Watching him carefully, Ruby could see his change in body language and tried to steer the conversation onto other topics. ""It's good that you are supporting a charity that was so close to her heart,"" she spoke up again, ""You will have a great time if you let yourself.""
+""I guess,"" Asher conceded. It was a great charity to support, but he had only organised himself an invitation because he had convinced himself Lilly would be there. He guessed he should still go now that the organisers were expecting him. He grabbed his keys and phone and moved to leave. ""Leave whenever you're ready, and you can have tomorrow off if you like,"" he smiled acknowledging the fact that this wonderful woman bore the brunt of all his moods when he was obsessively working on projects or when he was between projects and grumpy and fidgety looking for the next big thing he could take on.
+""You do a great job Ruby, I don't tell you that enough,"" Asher put an arm around her shoulder, and they walked from his office.
+""Thanks boss,"" Ruby beamed up at him and said, ""Wait for me. I will travel down in the lift with you.""
+He turned to the window that covered the whole of the west wall of the outer office and watched the city lights twinkle as the people of the city drove home to their loved ones down brightly lit motorways and roads. That was him once, racing home to see Lilly. He had not seen that he was losing her, he had not realised that the very project she had inspired and was building for her was the very thing that would finally, inevitably pull them apart. As she had left him her last words to him were delivered with sadness not accusation, ""I never needed stuff, mansions, cars, holidays, Asher. I needed you.""  
+Asher remembered the look on her face, the tone of her voice, the defeated body language and each time it made him cringe that he had done that to her, the woman he loved, still loved if he was honest with himself. At the time, he could not beg her to stay or promise to be better, try harder. He was Asher Grant, and he did things his way; he was strong and passionate and unshakable in his belief that his way was the right way to live. It was after all, at the core of his success.
+He regretted that now, not in so much that he would beg her to give him another chance if he saw her again but he regretted that he didn't fight for her to stay, pursue her , show her he how much he cared even when he was working long hours on a project. His thoughts haunted him as he headed toward the Starlight Foundation Ball.
+Greeted by friends and enemies alike, Asher had to admit that he had a good time at the charity event he spent way too much money on a small prize he would probably give to Ruby, but it was all for a good cause he reminded himself. During the evening, the thought that Lilly was somewhere in the Antarctic waters with icebergs that obviously did not like ships, the prime example the Titanic. He began to worry about her in earnest and realised that he needed to know what ship where it was and when it would return before his head exploded with unpleasant thoughts about not being able to see her ever again.
+He needed to talk with Ruby but not only had he promised her a night off but also the day off tomorrow. He relived the short conversation they had had. Lilly had gone down with her brother, a research scientist, to Mawson's retreat, well he shouldn't be so hard to track. He knew the brother's name and which university he was attached to for his research. Feeling more confident that he had in some time he turned towards the young lady standing opposite him and tilted his head trying to pick up the thread of what she was saying as he had been thinking of other things.
+At the tilt of his head, she beamed a smile at him, ""You don't want to hear about that though, let's talk about you.""
+""Oh no, even I am sick of hearing about me, tell me again what it is you do?"" he inquired politely believing that was not what she was just explaining to him in great length. The girl began to prattle on again, and Asher realised why he had zoned out in the first place. Mercifully he was saved by an acquaintance whom he had met through Lilly. The older woman excused herself as she interrupted the bubbly young woman saying, ""I hate to interrupt darling, but I just must talk to Asher for a few minutes.""
+""How are you holding up Asher?"" Patricia asked.
+""Holding up?"" he asked confused by her patronising tone.
+""Oh, I saw Lilly before she left. She was quite distraught over the breakup, poor love. I am glad you have chosen to continue patronising our fund raising events even without her by your side,"" Patricia explained further.
+""Of course,"" Asher replied wondering why he had thought himself saved when this woman appeared at his side.
+""Well now you must just be beside yourself, she was supposed to be back in time for this event but a message reached me yesterday that the ship was ice bound, and they were sending an ice breaker in to free it. It must a dreadful for the people on the ship, not just Lilly,"" Patricia had a concerned look on her face as she spoke.
+""What!"" Asher half yelled before realising his reaction has caused people to turn and stare at him in wonder at what they could possibly be talking about.
+""Oh dear,"" Patricia said softly, ""I thought you knew, or would have been one of the first to know that they were marooned in a sea of ice. I am so sorry to have said it this way Asher."" She considered for a moment, perhaps there is something you could do to expedite her return we need her for a 'Lady's Day at the Races' event we are holding in two weeks as a follow on from this. She has done all the planning, and it just wouldn't be right to hold it, no one else could host it the way she could.""
+""You better believe it,"" Asher said, ""Do you have details of which ship she is on and what company is funding the research in Antarctica.""
+""Of course,"" Patricia replied loftily, ""Come with me and I will get it for you right now.""
+Beside himself with worry now Asher followed Patricia to the other end of the great hall and a man who sat at a very large round table. ""This is Graeme Fox, he is the Dean of Redgum University. They are funding the research team that Andy is with. He would appreciate your help in freeing the vessel and ensuring everyone's safety."" Patricia said dramatically as if there was new crew near by and she would be in the six o'clock news.
+Graeme stood and held out his hand, ""Nice to meet you, Sir. How is it you can help me?""
+""I am wealthy and have planes helicopters at my disposal,"" Asher said simply.
+""Good man,"" Graeme said, ""The coast guards won't even consider going out to assist the ship. Apparently the weather down there is downright mucky right now.""
+""I have a few friends who a little reckless in their flying and enjoy the challenge to sharpen their skills on. I will need all the details. Exact location, if they were on their way down or back, how many passengers will need to be lifted out and how many do you need to remain on the boat. Will they need supplies dropped..."" Asher's mind was working quickly, and Graeme held up his hand in mock surrender.
+""One thing at a time. This shindig is winding down how about we head over to my office, and I will get you all the information you need,"" Graeme stood and gathered his coat while turning to the man beside him, ""Take Melanie home will you.""
+""Sure Dad, I'll get mum home safely,"" The younger man spoke as if this was a regular occurrence.
+""Great, I'll slip out before she can catch me then. Tell her..."" He started to say.
+""Yes, yes, it's an emergency,"" his son said in a bored tone. ""She's going to kill you when you get home anyway, so it better be a good one.""
+The two men left in haste without waiting to farewell the organisers or friends. They made their way to the university and let themselves into the main administration wing of the science department. The men went over details most of the night and as dawn broke the sky Asher began making calls to everyone he knew that could possibly fly or sail close enough to mount a rescue mission. He found he had to call in large favours and make compromises that he normally wouldn't consider but in the end he had come up with a workable plan.
+As he returned home his mind lingered on the image, he had of Lilly when they last saw each other the sadness in her eyes pulling at him. ""Hang on Lilly, I am coming to get you,"" he said to himself out loud.
+* * * *
+Asher had arrived at the small airport in the south of the suburban sprawl of his home town to meet his friend they would then fly south to Invercargill New Zealand and the port town of Bluff that was used as the last stop for ships heading down into the Antarctic wasteland. The flight seemed to take forever, and Asher paced around the richly appointed cabin. He was antsy and no matter what his friend, Roo said, nothing could ease the sense of apprehension he felt. The three hour flight to Invercargill seemed to be interminable.
+Once they landed they were picked up and taken to Southern Islands flight centre where a business associate was waiting with a route mapped out and flight plan for reaching the stricken vessel in sea hawk helicopters. An icebreaker had attempted to get through to the ship but had to turn back due to high wind speeds and sheets of ice several feet high closing in as they attempted to lead the ship to a safer part of the Bay of Musketbugka. The latest reports put the timing of an eventual rescue another month away and that several agencies were attempting to drop more supplies.
+The warming weather opened several possibilities for a would-be rescue attempt. ""Steve!"" Asher exclaimed in frustration, ""Just tell me what the best plan is. If Jen was out there on that rusting tub what would you do?""
+""Fuckin' save the day of course. Which is what I am trying to help you do if you will just listen to me,"" Steve shot back equally frustrated with his friends short temper.
+There was little discussion at that point as Asher let Steve do his job and plan the best and safest route for everyone. No matter how they did it would involve some risk. The sub-Antarctic regions were experiencing temperatures over and around one hundred below freezing which would make flying anywhere into the territory hazardous but Steve knew more about flying in this dangerous region than anyone Asher knew. They would need to take extra fuel as the stations on the main ice sheet would be low on supplies after a particularly harsh winter.
+He had recently acquired a second ex-military sea hawk which offered better stability than the smaller helicopters of his fleet. If they were lucky they should be able to fly over the ice-bound ship and land near-by on the mainland such as it was. It was the best chance they had to rescue all but a skeleton crew if the icebreakers could not get close enough for another month and drop off some much needed supplies.
+It was decided to make the attempt with the two helicopters one full of extra fuel canisters the other full of the much needed supplies. It was also decided that it would be best to take off at dawn the following day allowing them to land in the middle of the day when hopefully with the sun at its zenith the weather would not be as severe. The wait for action was difficult for Asher as he worried about Lilly and as Steve saw him begin to pace again called him back into the office where he had been talking with Roo.
+""Let's see if we can get hold of the ship again, the wind may have died down a little by now,"" Steve said calmly, ""You can see if she is close enough to tell you she is alright."" There was a brief flicker of hope that ran across Asher's face briefly before it clouded again, he didn't know how she would react to knowing he was here and trying to rescue her. She had walked out on him not so long and he had done nothing to stop her much to his own regret. He took a deep breath and nodded. He just wanted to hear her voice again even if she was mad or sad or juts in all honesty uncaring that he was there.
+He listened carefully as Roo sat down and placed the headset over his ears and began repeating numbers over and over listening for a response. Asher craned his head trying to hear the whispered conversation through the headphones in response to the radio alerts trying to contact the ship that held his love, Lilly.
+When Roo finally flicked on the speakers rather than earphone he looked up at Asher and smiled, ""She is there."" He mouthed the words and Asher found himself frozen and shook his head deep worry entering his heart. What could he possibly say to convey all he felt? Roo jumped in and filled the silence.
+""Lilly is that you?"" he asked.
+""Yes, who is this?"" she asked clearly confused.
+""My name is Andrew, Roo for short, we met a couple of times with Asher,"" he explained.
+""Oh Roo, hi,"" she laughed uneasily and continued, ""Don't tell Asher about this little problem with the ice will you, he already thinks I do too many reckless things, and he would probably come down here and try to save me.""
+Asher's face fell but once again Roo saved him, ""Might be a bit late for that, although I think that the last comment just crushed him like a bug. I guess you couldn't have known he was hanging about trying to be the strong silent type and swoop in to save the damsel in distress.""
+""Asher? He is there?"" There was incredulity in her voice.
+""Yes I am here,"" Asher finally spoke. ""I couldn't just leave you here to freeze in the ice pack without doing anything at all,"" he stopped himself from admitting he still loved her in front of the audience here and on the ship. There was silence on the other end of the line, and Asher looked at Roo, who scanned the screen before him and shrugged in an effort to show he didn't know what had happened.
+""Yeah, he's being a regular superhero, saving the fuckin' day and all that, but if he thinks I am his side kick he has another thing comin'"" Steve chimed in and Asher could hear the familiar laugh of Lilly surrounded by a couple of masculine guffaws in the background through the speaker system.
+""Shit man I got you a costume with tights and everything. Ah well, Roo can wear it,"" Asher said warming up to the jovial moment.
+""Fuck no,"" Roo spluttered to more laughter from the ship.
+The static started to become louder, but he heard Lilly say quietly, ""I am glad you're here Ash."" Then the line went dead, and Asher swore moving closer to Roo in case there was more that he could do.
+""Get them back! Get them back!"" he almost yelled at Roo.
+""I would if I could, but the wind must have come up again, sorry, mate."" Roo looked at his friend, sincerity showing in his eyes.
+The men went to their rooms to sleep early, and Asher lay down even though he knew he wouldn't sleep that night. His mind replayed the last words Lilly had said, ""I am glad you are here, Ash."" She was glad to see him or at least hear him. That was a good sign he hoped it was a sign of being able to somehow reconcile with her and get her back without the begging or pleading he just couldn't bring himself to do.
+If she was truly unhappy, then he wouldn't want her to be with him but if it was something he could fix, repair, change, then he would do his best to make her happy. He knew deep inside that she had said she only wanted him not the house, the car, the resort he had built and not opened to the public yet. How could he? He had built it with her in mind, for her fantasies. He wanted so desperately to take her there especially after being bound in the snow. His thoughts circled around all that had happened all that he had done wrong in the last year, missed dates, anniversaries, events that she had to attend alone because his obsessive focus on work and the projects he undertook excluded everything else in his life for a time.
+There was nothing he could do really but apologise and try to bring her closer get her involved in his projects maybe do one that she instigated so they could share the adrenaline and buzz he got from creating something truly magical.
+He must have drifted off to sleep at some stage because the next thing he knew Steve was standing in the doorway to his room flicking the light on and off and making siren noises. He woke and sat bolt upright in a state of panic as Roo and Steve laughed at him. Together the men ate breakfast and discussed the plan for the day and then went to change into all the gear they would need to be safe in the white wilderness of Antarctica.
+They had mostly loaded the helicopters the day before, but the few things they added would be the most important, their own survival packs. The wind was cruelly wild down there, and they were not sure how the new Sea Hawk would reach their destination if the winds got going or if it snowed heavily. They had all signed on to go, knowing the danger, as had the pilot and crew of the second chopper. They would land at the German base camp and fly out to the ship from there to drop supplies and attempt the rescue of several of the non- essential crew and passengers leaving only a skeleton crew on the boat to make sure it reached safety when the ice finally thawed after the extended winter weather.
+The trip didn't take as long as expect with a strong tailwind prevailing during their flight and pushing them further south towards their destination. When they landed, the German crews manning the station ran out to greet them and offer them shelter from the storm, but the men wanted to continue working through the plan, refuelling the helicopters and making a run out to the boat to drop their rescue crews and start picking up a few of the passengers.
+It was from the body of the helicopter that Asher watched the experts lower down onto the deck of the snow laden, icebound ship and people slowly began to emerge into the ice cold air from within the steel structure. One of the first out was Lilly, and he watched every movement as she was strapped into the harness and winched up into the helicopter. He rushed to remove the harness and hold her close, ""Don't leave me,"" he said desperately, ""Don't leave me again."" For all his inner turmoil about not begging or pleading with her, it was all he could do now that he held her in his arms again. ""Please,"" he whispered, ""Just stay with me, and I will always keep you safe.""
+Surprising even herself, Lilly hugged Asher fiercely, ""I was stupid to have left the way I did without telling you how terribly unhappy I was. I should have told you and given you another chance to make it right.""
+""You gave me so many chances. You were right to go when you did. I needed a wake-up call,"" Asher spoke over the top of her.
+The trip back to the base was one of reconciliation for the pair. They each had never stopped loving each other it was just that they needed more. They stayed the night at the German base camp. The winds had picked up again and even though the light seemed to be a constant outside, the watch on Asher's wrist told him it was it was early evening. The accommodation was small and cramped. Though warm and welcoming, the German base camp was strictly utilitarian with no modern comforts. Asher and Lilly talked through the unusually bright night time hours about what had been happening over the last months since they had parted.
+It was with relief and eagerness that they boarded the helicopter in the morning as the wind gave them an ideal opportunity for escape form the unseasonably late winter storm and still holding on to each other as if not believing that the other was truly there with them. Not even stopping for much of a breath when they landed back in Invercargill, Roo, Asher and Lilly filed a flight plan and boarded the private jet that would take them home.
+Roo joined the pilot and gave them the much needed space they needed in the luxurious cabin of the plane. They sat arm in arm on the sofa talking in whispered voices, they had said all they needed to the night before, apologies and forgiveness freely given for a multitude of faults they both felt they had, rather than blame each other for the breakdown in their communication. As it was Asher wanted nothing more than to reacquaint himself with her on a more physical level, and he stood picking her up and walked with her back to the rear of the plane.
+Lilly realised at that moment that she was just as eager to reacquaint herself with the physical side of their relationship as he did and berated herself for being caught up in the image he portrayed instead of the guy she had gotten to know and love. Lilly took a step towards him and kissed him allowing the kiss to deepen, a smile crept over Asher's lips and she let a small purring moan escape her lips. Stepping back, she let him lead her into the cabin.
+Stepping into the small bedroom, she turned, placing her hands on his chest and tilted her head up to him. He had a great body, and she wanted to explore it all over again now that she had made the decision to stay with him. Her hands ran over his well-muscled torso; so many years working in construction had been good to him, and her lips locked to his as she finally felt his hands on her exploring her curves in the same way.
+Asher was breathing heavily, eager to have this woman in the most intimate way but refusing to rush the moment. She was gorgeous, and he wanted to savour peeling away the layers of clothing as they kissed and slowly undressed each other without any further concern for their future. They would move back into the same home once again, and he knew this was the woman he would be with forever. Finally naked he stepped back to drink her in. She neither blushed nor flaunted her body, but merely stood, studying him in the same way.  
+Lilly was naturally slim, not skinny, but there was little fat on her curves so when Asher stood back rather than being concerned about what he saw she overtly eyed his chest, abs and the hard package between his legs. The room was dark, but the light streamed through the edges of the small shuttered windows, their eyes having adjusted long ago as they shed their clothes. She smiled cheekily at him as her eyes travelled back to his face.
+The cheeky grin on this sexy girl's face undid all Asher's resolve to take it slowly and savour each moment. He closed the distance and wrapped his arms around her tightly kissing her deeply and passionately as he ground against her, ""You are so fucking beautiful,"" he murmured into the kisses.
+""You're pretty much an Adonis yourself,"" she grinned letting her hand snake down between them wrapping around his cock squeezing it tightly before gently moving it up and down his shaft.
+""Mm,"" Asher moaned picking her up and laying her back onto the bed. Climbing up onto the bed and kneeling beside her where she could still reach him with her hands, he began to explore every inch of her with his mouth starting with her lips as his head moved down kissing and nibbling at her neck, his hands worked at her breasts as he sucked and bit lightly as her nipples letting his teeth scrape over them, groaning as he felt her hand once again wrap around his cock.
+Lilly moved her body around until she lay with her head between his knees. She tugged on his cock until he lowered it enough for her to lick around the fleshy head. Her body was quivering in pleasure as his mouth continued to travel over it, his hands kneading at her breasts as his tongue teased and tickled its way down her body. She squeaked and widened her legs as she felt him nip at her inner thighs. His first tongue swipe across the lips of her pussy made her body writhe in expectation, and her legs widen further. She felt her lips pulling part with her legs; his fingers pull them further apart, and his tongue tantalizingly flutter over her clit and inner core.
+Asher wrapped his hands around her hips and held her tightly to him as he tongue explored her wet pussy, her squeaks and whimpers sounding out her pleasure. His long legs made the position difficult, so he rolled holding her lower torso in place allowing her to set her own pace as she sucked his cock slowly, her tongue fluttering under the mushroom head driving him wild.
+Lilly's thighs began to shake as he pushed a thick finger into her while flickering his tongue over her clit, lifting her head from his cock she groaned and began rolling her hips. She tried to brace her knees on the bed to slow the shaking that had gripped her legs. She found she was barely able to control them, and she whimpered loudly around his cock, her head spinning as his pumped his fingers in and out of her and sucked on her clit until she howled out her orgasm.
+Moving quickly, he rolled her off him and climbed on top her. He lifted her legs high and rammed his rock like cock into her wanting to feel the last ripples of her orgasm around him. He leaned down to kiss her open, gasping mouth; his cock buried deeply within her before rising up to begin a slow sensual fuck wanting to make the moments last. Letting her legs go to wrap around his hips, he leaned in to kiss her deeply sharing the same breath as their bodies moved together. He could feel her thighs begin to shake again as they gripped his hips, and his pace quickened, kissing her deeply again he broke the kiss to rise on his arms and begin to pound into her hard and fast.
+Lilly felt as if her first orgasm had never left her but rather simmered on a low point just below her skin keeping her tingling and on the edge. As he rolled her and began to fuck hard into her, she thought she could almost cum again, when he stopped and started a slower, more sensual pace. She wrapped her legs around his hips and reached up to stroke the hair at the nape of his neck as the moved together in unison her hips rocking to meet his every thrust. The sensations built slowly again as he fucked her until, once again, her legs began to shake, and her body quivered in pleasure. She saw him rise above her and increase his pace and force sending her quickly to the edge she tried to hold back, but her head exploded as she came hard, her inner muscles gripping his cock.
+Asher was in heaven as the body beneath him shook and writhed, the pressure on his cock milking his own orgasm from him. He growled low in contrast to her howl as they both came, and he collapsed on top of her, trying not to crush her as he held her close and kissed her again. After a few minutes, he rolled off her but unwilling to break the contact they shared, he pulled her with him to half lay on top of him and wrapped his arms around her.
+Neither of them spoke while their breathing slowly returning to normal. Lilly wanted a drink but like Asher was loathe to break the connection she felt with him at that particular moment as she listened to his heartbeat her head resting against his chest. Reluctantly she lifted her head and went to wiggle free of his arms only to find them wrap tighter around her. ""Where are you going?"" he whispered.
+""We will be landing soon,"" she laughed lightly, ""And I need a drink.""
+""I don't care about landing; it's not like have to get off immediately but I will let you go get a drink if you need it so desperately,"" he smirked.
+Once again they made love in the small cabin of the plane and sipped on small bottles of ice water before finally redressing to return home. He had no interesting in going to pick up her belongings right away but rather just wanted her home with him. They stayed locked inside the house for two blissful days reacquainting themselves with each other. It was Lilly rather than Asher who rang his assistant, Ruby, and gave her the following day off. The company could and would run itself without them for two days, and Asher knew he needed to start to delegate more or risk losing the woman he loved once again.
+On the third day, Asher went back into work and left her instructions to be ready to go out for dinner that evening. He was determined to show her he had changed not just this one time but for the long term. He left reluctantly and went into the office in a happier mood than he had been in for the longest time.
+At work he sat staring at his computer screen for the longest time his mind on Lilly and the incredible resort he had built for her that she still had not seen. An idea hit him like a bolt out of the blue and leaping up from his desk he called Ruby in and outlined his plan. If he was going to pull this off, he was going to need help.
+After an hour later with Ruby, Asher was confident about putting his plans in place and he left the office to head downtown and make plans of his own. He was like an excited schoolboy, and he felt all the same adrenaline and nervous excitement envelop him as it did when he began a big project for work, except this time it was personal.
+* * * *
+That evening he picked Lilly up for dinner, and she looked amazing. She had truly taken him at his word and dressed in his favourite colour and had her hair up showing her long and slender neck. Even though in a suit and tie he felt underdressed beside her but they had reservations so he got out and opened the car door for her presenting her with a small bunch of peach coloured roses and kissing her cheek, ""You look amazing, darling.""
+He had made reservations at Dockside; it wasn't the flashiest or most expensive place around but it held warm memories for them both. She was thrilled with his choice she had never liked the flashier harder to get into restaurants and dockside was such a pretty place. The food was wonderful, and service seemed superb as if they too were aware of the distance that had occurred between the couple. All night Asher seemed nervous; it was as if he wanted to say something, but not able to get it out and speak to her properly.
+""You know,"" Lilly said reaching across the table, ""We really should just get married and surprise everyone.""
+Asher pulled back his hand as if he had been stung and stared at her open mouthed. ""How did you know?""
+""Know what?"" she looked confused.
+From his pocket, he pulled a small red velvet box he had brought earlier in the day and presented it to her. ""I guess you better ask me properly then seeing as you beat me to it. Down on one knee. I want the whole shebang!"" a grin split his face from ear to ear.
+Taking the box in awe and opening it she gasped, he had brought them both engagement rings, hers a solitaire princess cut diamond and his was a square cut onyx set in a heavy gold setting with a small diamond chip glinting in the corner. She laughed at his request and with as much grace as she could muster got down on one knee and held his hand. ""Asher, I realised over the last months when we were apart just how truly lucky I am to have you in my life. I truly love you and would like to make an honest man of you, will you marry me please?""
+People from the other tables near them had turned to look in their direction, with grins as the reversal of tradition played out before them. Asher gasped and clutched his chest in mock surprise letting his voice crack and become high pitched as he answered, ""Oh, my god, Yes! Yes I will be your, bride! I mean groom."" There were titters of appreciative laughter from those watching as Lilly took the ring meant for him from the box and placed it on his finger.
+Chuckling Asher drew her to his lap, and as she sat with her arms about his neck he took her ring from the box and slipped it on her finger. Looking into her eyes, he kissed her deeply wrapping his arms about her and whispering in her ear, ""I won't ever let you go again.""
+* * * *
+It was six weeks later that they flew in a private seaplane to the opening celebrations for the new resort he had built for her. Lilly still had not seen its elegance as it almost hovered over the crystal clear waters of the reef. The seaplane, landed spraying up the white foam of the water and Lilly looked out at the magical design that made the buildings seem like they floated upon the softly lapping waters. It was as she had always dreamed. Looking past the main hub, she could see small huts that fanned out over the sandy land-bridge linking this smaller island to the larger more serviceable island of St Helena.
+She was so excited all she wanted to do was explore everything she could barely wait for the plane to arrive at the pier. The pier had been especially designed for the new sea plane that came with their own private resort. There was space for a small amount of guests both within the hub and the small shacks here on the shores of the small island but as she turned toward the inland part of the island she saw the outline of the most perfect house she could have ever imagined. Within the old trees was the perfect replica of the house that the Swiss Family Robinson, one of her parents favourite movies and one she was subjected to often as a child, created when marooned on an island by pirates.
+Lilly raced ahead of Asher to the trees ignoring the actual resort buildings for the time being, eager to see what they truly looked like inside. What she found was a world of luxury and decadence. The outer facade appeared old, almost derelict as if hanging together with just vines and nails created by moulding wooden pegs. But inside was the truth of how expertly crafted the space was. She looked out of the window back down at the beach and the huge resort hub including the small huts there and smiled. They could have family Christmas gatherings here and be able to house everyone, without any of the usual bickering over who was going to host the day and who would have to refrain from Christmas toasts because someone would have to drive. She would by next Christmas be a married woman after all and it would be her turn to host the event for everyone anyway.
+She saw movement down in the hub and she strained her eyes to see who it was as Asher appeared behind her wrapping his arms around her waist. ""I saw someone down there!"" she said. ""I swear there are people down in the hub!""
+""Of course there are,"" he replied, ""There is a maintenance staff here that does all the upkeep and when we are in residence they will cook and clean. There will always be someone around unless we expressly ask for privacy,"" he grinned.
+""Oh,"" she said turning to face him, and wrapping her arms around him. ""Just as well we have this space up here all to ourselves. She leaned forward to kiss him.
+""Come down and look at the rest of the place,"" Asher insisted breaking the kiss. All of this running around up here you barely gave the resort part a second glance and it's so nice down there in the hub.""
+""Oh okay,"" she pouted but you will have to make it up to me later.
+""I wouldn't have it any other way,"" he laughed and took her hand leading her back down to the beach.
+It wasn't until they got closer to the hub that she could hear the noise. ""There are people here. I can hear them. That is not just a few staff."" She looked up at him curiously and continued walking wondering what the hell was going on. She was almost at the hub when she saw her mother emerge from the closest hut.
+""My god mum! What are you doing here? And Dad?"" Lilly was truly stunned. She turned to Asher, ""What are they doing here?""
+""Well you could hardly get married without your family here!"" Asher laughed.
+""What?"" she whispered.
+""Surprise!"" Asher replied sweeping his hand toward the hub she had ignored in favour of the tree house. All of their closest friends and family were smiling at her from within the hub. ""Now go with your mother and get dressed, it's all organised you don't have to do a thing!"" She started to protest but he held up his hand. ""Before you complain about wanting to plan it yourself we can have another five weddings if it makes you happy but this one will be the one that binds us together.""
+She kissed him then and went to greet the guests before following her mother into one of the smaller shacks on the small sand bridge and preparing to marry the man she knew truly loved her for who she was. It took her a long time to realise that he showed it in his own way not in traditional romantic gestures but she finally got it, and she finally got him.
+They were married at sunset in a small simple ceremony, the family and friends had been on the island for several days enjoying the amazing place that Asher and his team had created and by general consensus would leave the following day to allow the newly-weds their honeymoon. The party following the wedding went on all night and the guests slowly left the island the follow day either in yachts or via the sea plane.
+Once they had all gone, Lilly took Asher hand and headed toward their own tree house and said, ""Now about the making up you promised me yesterday.""
+""You mean I didn't do enough last night?"" Asher said in mock hurt.
+""Nowhere near enough,"" Lilly grinned. ""It may just take you another fifty years to make it up to me.""
+""I can live with that,"" Asher put his arm around her waist as they walked up to the tree house together."
+73,F3 The Green Flash,MSTarot,Chain Stories,2013-11-12,2013-11-12,2022-01-08 03:48:29,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f3-the-green-flash,"Parents lost to the waves, they will find each other.","['Brother/Sister', 'Bungalows', 'Fawc', 'Green Flash', 'Incest', 'Maldives Islands', 'Romantic', 'Swimming', 'Traveling', 'Tsunami']",4.64,"_(Author's note: This story is an entry into the third Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story will be kept secret until Wednesday, November 20, 2013, when the author will be revealed in the comments section following this story. There are no prizes awarded during FAWC; this is simply a friendly competition.)_
+ _(Inspiration for this and all FAWC 3 stories was taken from a single picture, which can be found[here](http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=1314237&d=1382517468)_
+ _(The tags for this story are FAWC, incest, brother /sister, Maldive islands, bungalows, tsunami, swimming, traveling, romantic, green flash)_
+* * * *
+The bright red bathing suit draws my eyes back to my sister, swimming in the crystal clear waters. Looking from the photo to the real thing I can not see that ten years passing as affected her much. Those few passages around the sun have meant little to her beautiful face or body. However, other things than time have taken their toll upon her. In ways that don't show, at least not to those just meeting her. She still smiles and laughs but there is a inner shadow of sorrow that only those who knew her before... before the waves came, can see.
+Asleep in the seat next to me, even I don't see the inner damages that years of therapy and pills have patched with emotionally thin plaster. They hide only behind those blue-gray eyes. But even when dreaming, as she is now, I can see that there is an edginess to her. Her eyes snap open when she feels my gaze lingering on her. Patrica, looks at me with uncertainly slowly fading. She swallows, then forces a smile.
+""Are we there yet?""
+The question heard so often on trips like this one when we were children, makes me smile.
+""Almost.""
+She nods, looks past me out the window for a moment, then begins to fold up her blanket. The stewardess seeing this, comes to take it.
+""We'll be landing soon, "" she tells us unnecessarily.
+""Thank you.""
+I can hear the nervous tension in my sister voice. Patrica is trying to keep the tears in check, but she's been doing that since I called her three days ago. It's begun to fray her nerves. The emotional explosion I was expecting at the announcement didn't come to pass, but I can see that the brutal memories have turned and turned in her mind, tearing her to shreds. I saw the medications nearly leaking out her eyes when we met at the airport. My sister is just holding it together.
+But then... so am I. The empty glass I hand the stewardess still reeks of vodka fumes.
+My sister isn't the only one to have undergone psychiatric care to get back into mental balance. She simply had needed a lot more of it than I did. Years more care need to heal, destroyed in moments by a phone call. So simple a thing as a phone call has her falling back into her meds for comfort.
+As the passengers around us start getting ready to land I spend my angst by looking out the window. Watching the water turn into small coral surrounded islands. Some hardly big enough to park a boat on. Then the rows of raised bungalows start to appear. I have to look away. That I will soon be staying on one of those again is beyond imagining. Memories both wonderful and terrible come rushing at me as I slide the window shade down. I try to focus on the ones that don't involve running in terror so I find myself thinking of my friend, Eazier.
+At first our local guide, while we were first staying here, he became so much more than that... in those horror filled days that followed. Even more so in the years that have followed. He and I have kept in touch by phone and computer over the nine years since my sister and I left the island.
+But that tear filled goodby cannot even begin to rival the tears that I shed when I got his phone call three days ago.
+""Your mother is alive,"" he had told me softly. ""She is here.""
+Six words. Just six. Six words that started so mad a dash across the world. My sister and I were on a plane within hours, with hardly a travel bag to our names. Eazier promised us a bungalow to stay in for free. Being the manager of the ClubMed Kani has it privileges.
+Unlike being a B-movie actor and failing screen writer. I had to loan the money for the plane tickets from my life insurance. Feeling the plane banking I open my case and drop the old photo into it, the image sliding down my most recent attempt at a screen play.
+""Selling anything?"" she asks.
+""A couple of pieces. Nothing spectacular yet,"" I shrug. ""The acting's paying better.""
+""Then why continue writing?"" she asks as she snaps her seat-belt together. I can see that she's wanting to talk to keep from crying... or screaming... or both.
+""It's still a pay check, and sometimes it's a bit more steady.""
+""I saw your movie. You're looking good,"" she smiles.
+Chuckling I shake my head. ""It was a bit part.""
+""But it was a big movie. Did you get to met some of the famous names?"" She giggles, knowing my loathing for the Hollywood names dropping types.
+""A few,"" I hedge with a grin. ""I got you a couple of autographs.""
+""Who?""
+""Not telling,"" I chuckle at the look she gives me. She's about to demand an answer when the pilot comes on announcing the landing we all know were about to be making. It's funny the pilot is probably from India... but sounds like he's from somewhere in Texas. But then I think that must be part of flight training world wide.
+Traveling with our dad through out our childhood my sister and I have landed in some strange airports. Some of them down right scary, but the short runway at Malé International Airport on Hulhulé is more than scary. The pilot has to hit full reverse even as his wheels at touching down, then the breaks can only just manage to stop the plane before it reaches the end. All I can say is I'm glad I don't have to watch the water coming at me, like a growing blue line, from the cockpit.
+Our small bags in hand we leave the plane and start towards customs. At the end of the concourse I see Eazier. He gives us a huge smile, then throws open his arms. Rushing forward I almost knock us both down as I wrap him in a hard hug. He returns it equally.
+""Corbin! Hello, my friend. It does my eyes good to see you,"" as I turn him loose he turns to Patrica. ""but you my beautiful, Tracia. You are a wonder to the heart!""
+With her eyes gleaming my sister steps into his hug.
+""It is so good to see you, Eazier. And how is Sori?"" she asks.
+Eazier's smile could make the sun envious.
+""She is as ever, the Joy of my life. She would be here to meet you as well but our youngest had to go to the doctor,"" he waves off the concern. ""She is fine. Bumps and bruises like any child will get... but Sori can not help but be a mother and worry.""
+Patrica nods, but her smile slowly fades.
+""Our Mom?"" I ask.
+Eazier, sighs.
+""She is here. She arrived five days ago. She is with a man. A much younger man if my eyes are not being liar."" he pauses for a second. ""They are both wearing rings.""
+* * * * * *
+The bungalows are as I remember them from before... before the waves came. Beautifully built out on long piers that stretch into the clear waters of the shallow tidal shoal. They run out hundreds of feet from shore, like giants palm fronds. Each 'leaf' capped with a hut built to look like the ones the natives use to live in, but with all the modern conveniences. The waters surrounding them are as crystal clear as memory and photos showed them to be.
+I barely notice them.
+Patrica is numb. I'm not much better.
+Entering the large open room I let my bag drop to the bed. Uncaring, I stumble past the wonderfully crafted furnishings. They could be cheep plastic for all that I see of them.
+The Laccadive Sea, stretches out before my eyes a clear, clean, brilliant blue. Like white chunks of ice the other islands stand up from the water. Some topped with a bit of green. Most have the same long 'fronds' of bungalows like this one. Looking down, into the water, I can see fish swimming by. The water is so clear they look almost like birds flying.
+I hardly see any of it really.
+""Corbin?""
+""Yeah.""
+""What are we going to do?"" She steps up next to me, then hugs herself tightly. ""I use to love this view.""
+Reaching over, I wrap Patrica into my arms and pull her close. She turns and buries her head against my chest. I can feel her shivering in fear against me. I wonder just which of the many sources is causing it but decide that doesn't matter. What causes the fear doesn't need to be understood to offer a strong hug to chase it away. After a moment I take a deep breath and try to answer her.
+""We are going to go see her,"" I bury my face in her hair. The vanilla smell of her perfume is at odds with the faint flowery scent of her shampoo. ""We'll figure all this out, together.""
+""What if she doesn't want to see us? She's married again, Corbin."" Patrica holds tighter to my chest. I feel her start to shake.
+""I don't care. She owes us at least an explanation. Why didn't she come home? Where the hell has she been?"" I lean back and lift my sister chin till she looks me in the eyes. ""She's our mother. We at least deserve that much.""
+I hold my sister to my chest as she starts to cry. First gentle sobs, then soul tearing grief filled tears, heavy with a decade of anguish. I don't try to quiet her tears. I even shed a few of my own. Resting my cheek on her head I watch the sparkle of the setting sun on the waves. Old memories, nice ones, of watching the sunsets here come back to me then. Every sunset was more beautiful than the last, to my younger eyes. Watching this one through my tears I have to say that hasn't changed.
+When I feel her tears end I kiss the top of her head and loosen my arms a bit. Looking down at her face I see her look over her shoulder to face the sun. I watch her features turn to gold before my eyes in the fading light.
+""The sunset is so beautiful,"" she says softly after a moment.
+Patrica turns in my arms and rest her back against my chest. I hold her tighter again me and together we watch the last of the brilliant bands of red and azure turning to deeper purples, and midnight blues. Then as the sun sinks under the waves the sky turns a million shades of color, they glow from the water like it has caught fire from the heat of the sun.
+""Did you see that?"" she asks suddenly.
+""See what?"" I ask startled.
+""The sky flashed green. Just as the sun disappeared.""
+Shaking my head, I chuckle. ""You've been watching too many Johnny Depp movies.""
+""Ah! Your one to talk! Who got to act with him?"" She moves a bit and I let her go. She turns to look at me in the slowly growing darkness.
+""It was a couple of lines and half of them ended up cut out."" I take her hands and looking down at her smiling face, grin back. ""I'm hungry.""
+""Hello hungry. I'm sleepy,"" she tries to smile even as she starts to yawn. ""I'm going to go lay down, bring me back something.""
+She starts to move away, but I catch her and pull her back. Stepping towards her, I hug her again just as hard as before.
+""I love you. Get some sleep,"" I tell her softly.
+She looks up at me after a moment.
+""I love you too."" Leaning back into the hug she kisses the side of my neck. ""Enjoy your dinner and don't forget about me something.""
+* * * * * *
+Moving quietly, least I wake her, I walk out to one of the hammock patios. Laying down I let my beer rest on my stomach as I lean back and look up at the stars.
+The heavens are alive above me with thousands of clusters of twinkling lights. The massive river of the Milky Way slips the sky from horizon to horizon. The beauty of it dwarfed only by the rising crescent moon. Like a scythe of ice, its rising from out of the waves reaps the light of the stars from the sky. As I watch, my eyes growing heavier with every moment and sip of beer, I start to drift off to sleep.
+A gasp and a soft cry startles me awake. Sitting up I look into the dark bungalow. Patrica is sitting up in the bed, the sheet clutched hard in her hands.
+""You okay?""
+She pauses for a moment then nods.
+""Bad dream?"" I ask softly.
+""Yeah.""
+I pat the soft cushion next to me. ""Come here.""
+Bringing the sheet, wrapped tight around her, my sister makes her way out to join me. As she lays down she spreads the soft white sheet over the two of us. She cuddles in close to my side.
+""Just like when we were kids,"" I say with a smile.
+""Mmhum,"" she wiggles in tighter. ""It's what big brothers are for.""
+Putting my arm around her, I feel the soft skin of her shoulder and the softer silk of her nighty under my hand. She lays her head into my chest and gives me a little hug. After a moment, I see she is looking up at the stars.
+""Where is Scorpio?"" she asks softly.
+""Your sign is to far north to be seen here. These are all southern stars,"" I tell her.
+""Oh yeah, that whole silly round Earth thing."" She turns her face into my chest, her hand massaging my chest. ""I miss Dad.""
+""I do too,"" I say with a sigh. ""Being here kind of brings it all back.""
+""Yeah...""
+Holding tight to each other, we watch the stars as they wheel and dance across the sky above. A few at first then more or them begin to fall. Shooting star, after shooting star flames across the sky. I turn to ask her if she saw them, but see that she has fallen asleep, her head pillowed on my chest.
+It's not long before I join her in the land of dreams. With her at my side mine are pleasant for the first time in days.
+* * * * * *
+A soft shake of my shoulder wakes me. My eyes open then squint as the pale light of the coming dawn hits them. Turning my head I look past my sister to the glorious play of color begins to brighten the sky. As the sun rises above the sea she moves her head and is haloed by it's golden light. When she smiles at me it's like and angel given form.
+""Good morning,"" she says softly.
+""What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East and ... Patrica... is the sun,"" I say with a smile looking at her beautiful eyes. The medicated haze of the previous days is absent from them.
+With a blushing smile she reaches up and smooths back my hair. Then she frowns and tries to do it again.
+""You, have hammock hair,"" she tells me with a giggle.
+""Well, I know how to fix that."" Rolling quickly over the top of her I catch her arms and tumble us both, with her screaming, off the padded cushion and into the warm salty water. The rush of bubbles past my face, the near hot tub level warmth of the water, and the sudden shock of it all wake me fully. Then, as I surface, I get hit in the face with a splash of water.
+""YOU COMPEAT ASS!""
+Laughing, I shake the water out my hair as I tread water. I catch her elbow as she starts to swim away.
+""I had to figure some way to get you into the water. You use to love swimming here."" I move till I'm swimming right in front of her face. Her eye lashes sparkle with droplets of water, they glow silvery white in the dawns light.
+""You mean before we nearly drowned here?"" she asks.
+""Yeah,"" I look deep into her eyes. ""Doesn't the water feel wonderfully warm?""
+She swims silently for several moments then looks up at me. Slowly a smile appears.
+""Yeah, it does feel good. I just wish I was in a a bathing suit, not a nighty!""
+I laugh till she splashes me again.
+""You didn't bring a bathing suit. Come on swim with me."" I float up onto my back and backstroke away from her. After a moment she joins me. She slices through the water with far greater ease than I can manage. The years on the swim teams coming back to her as muscles remember their old skills. Skills that saved my life a decade ago. I wonder, as I swim next to her, if she has been in the water even once since that day.
+The warm waters of the salty sea both hold us up and help sooth tangles nerves. The change in her is marvelous to see. I see it helping to slowly put to right what therapy and pills could not cure alone. I see a joy returning to her face that has been long missing. From the smile she has when she looks at me I must be undergoing a similar healing.
+Slowly, hunger and the long hours of travel begin to wear on us again. We swim to the wooden ladder by our cabin.
+""Go up and get us some towels,"" she says after pausing to hang on the ladder.
+""Why me?""
+""Because I'm the one in a silk nighty, you ass,"" she points ""Up!""
+With a moan for aching muscles I pull myself up the ladder, gallons of water pouring out of the cotton 'board' shorts I layed down to sleep in last night.
+""White is see though,"" she says giggling.
+Sousing water off my arms, I shake my head and go to get us some towels. As I come walking back with one around my neck and one for her I see her climb her way up out the water. The pale blue nighty clings to her body like a wet second skin.
+""Corbin? Corbin!""
+""Oh, sorry. I think you win the wet T-shirt contest."" I hold out to her a towel but can't help but look. As she reaches for it I pull it back and look her up and down again. ""Damn.""
+""Humph! Give me the damn towel already!""
+Chuckling, I hand it to her. After a second she stops drying herself and looks up at me still looking at her.
+""Would you please turn around?"" she asks holding the towel in front of her body.
+Grinning, I turn.
+""Perv,"" she mutters.
+""I can't help it that my sister is beautiful to look at,"" I say before I can stop myself. There is a moment of silence then I hear a soft whisper.
+""Thank you.""
+* * * * * *
+It should take more than a few minutes stroll to reach such a life changing moment, but that was all it took.
+Eazier pointed out the hotel where our Mother was staying. He said he had seen her in the restaurant for nearly every meal. Her and the man she was with.
+With me holding Patrica's trembling hand we walked the short half mile. The many sights and sounds, that would normally attract the attention of two young tourist, all but went unnoticed by us. I didn't see the beautifully landscaped surround that the hotel must pay a fortune to keep that nice. The passing groups of young ladies, in bikinis, don't even catch my eye.
+The hotel's restaurant, like almost everything on the island, faces the sea. We enter from the lobby side entrance.
+I know her even though she is looking away from us. There is a youngish looking man at the table with her. He is laughing at something she said. Smiling her reaches across the table to take her hand. The sparkle, from the diamond ring on her finger, catches the light. He looks up as we cross the room with his table our clear intent.
+Patrica's fingers tighten on mine.
+The man looks at us curiously, but smiles as we come to a stop, just a few feet away. I judge him to be maybe ten years older than me.
+Looking at the back of her head I try to find my voice. I want to udder so simple a word. Just three letters. I should be able to say those two M's and an 'O' together so easily, but that word connected to anyone has been lost from my speech for nearly a decade. I can't make my mouth form the word, no matter how hard I try. Looking over, I see Patrica is having the same trouble.
+""Can I help you two?"" he asks after a moment of us just standing there looking at their table.
+She turns to see who he is talking to. Her face blanches white even as her hand drops her glass to spill upon the table. Her hands, trembling, come to her face and cover her mouth.
+""NO...NO! IT CAN""T BE!""
+With a scream she jumps to her feet, knocking her chair over in her hurry to get away from us. The young man, clearly confused, gets to his feet and places himself between us and her. Mom has retreated till her back is against the large glass windows.
+""What's going on here?"" the man demands of me.
+Looking past him I make eye contact with my Mom. Her hands are still covering her mouth holding in the screams she wants to be making. I can see that she is all but hyperventilating.  
+""Hello, Mom,"" I says softly.
+She starts to slowly shake her head. Slowly at first anyway, then with a near frantic speed.
+""No. You're dead. You're both dead!"" she says, trembling each word.
+""We survived the waves, Mom."" Patrica says, as she starts to hold out her hand towards our mother. At the frantic shaking of Mom's head she lets it drop to her side again. I hear an anger come to her tone as she asks. ""Why did you never come home?""
+Mom doesn't answer.
+The man, looking from us to her, finally finds his voice again.
+""Priscilla?"" he looks at her till she looks back. ""You never told me that you had kids.""
+The stab of that is like a knife in my heart but nothing at all compared to what my Mom says back to him.
+""I don't! I did, but I don't. They died,"" she says, her voice in tears.
+""How can you stand there looking at us and say that?"" Patrica asks with her voice hardening.
+""You're not my kids. Their dead. They have to be dead!""
+Before we could stop her she turns and runs through the glass door to her right. I watch, unable to believe, as she runs across the patio and then down the white beach towards the sea. I see her reach the water line then drop to her knees hugging herself. I can tell from here that she is crying.
+Patrica turns loose of my hand. At first I think she is going to follow but then she stops at the window. Her hand comes up to touch the glass, almost like she's trying to reach out to touch the distant waves. It tears my heart to see her fingernails clawing at the glass. Looking from my sister I see the young man looking at me.
+""Can you... explain... what's going on?"" he asks with a shake of his head. ""Are you Priscilla's kids?""
+""We are,"" I say after swallowing down the lump in my throat. Looking past his I see my sister's shoulders trembling, her hand balling up like she wants to smash the window in front of her. Moving past him, I let my hand come to rest on my sister's shoulder. I can feel the muscle tension under my fingers. ""It's going to be alright."" I tell her in a whisper.
+She shakes her head no.
+""Well... um...""
+I look over my shoulder back at him
+""...look I'm Timothy Ross. I'm your mother's husband. I... I guess that makes me your... your stepfather. Ah... look I need to go see to her. Why don't you two have a seat."" he gestures to his table. ""Ah... order anything you like. I'll be right back.""
+Nodding to him I watch him follow the path our Mom blazed down to the water. Looking past his departing back I see her still kneeling at the edge of the wave line, clutching herself and rocking back and forth. The sandy foam rushing up to wet her knees even as he is reaching her.
+""She didn't believe it was us?"" Patrica shakes her head then turns around in my arms. Her hands clutch at my shirt. ""Our own mother...""
+""Shush, hush now. We just startled her. We've had days to get use to the idea that she's alive. It was just a shock to her is all."" I hold my sister as she starts to cry. Looking up I see the reflexion of someone standing behind me. Glancing over my shoulder I see the waiter is looking at us anxiously.
+""Can I get you something sir?"" he ask looking at the table. ""Are the Ross couple coming back?""
+""They should be. Just... something to drink. Soda,"" I tell him softly. Turning back around I let my cheek rest on my sister's hair. I can still feel her tears against my chest though she is now silent. Her pain subsiding into shivers of agonizing loss.
+Looking over her head I see again, in the reflection of the windows, that we are the center of attention from the other patrons in the restaurant. I don't care what they think, I just hold tight to my sister. I look past their ghostly images down to the beach. I watch Mom's new husband... Timothy... get her to her feet. He holds her to him then starts to make his way back towards us. She stops after a few steps, shaking her head. I see him talking to her even as my tears fall unheeded into my sister's hair. He leaves her standing there and comes back up towards us alone. Looking past him I catch my Mom's gaze for a moment then she turns and looks back out across the waves.
+""He's coming back,"" I whisper to Patrica, softly.
+""How about her?""
+""No.""
+She takes a deep breath then turns to stand at my left side. I rest my arm around her back.
+A few moments latter, the door opens and I look up at my new step father. He stops, looks at us then gives a big sigh.
+""Priscilla... your moms really upset. Um, look why don't the two of you meet us here for breakfast tomorrow morning?"" he pauses to sigh again. ""She just has to have some time.""
+""Time?"" demands my sister.
+""Easy Patrica,"" I rest my hand on her hip and pull her in tighter to my side, then look at him. ""We'll be here.""
+He nods, then after a second where he clearly can't think of what to say, holds out his hand to me.
+* * * * * *
+With a smile I wrap Sori into my arms, even as a wave of children breaks past me to hug Patrica. I love the sound of my sister's laughter as she hugs them all back.
+""It is so good to see you again, Corbin."" Sori, lightly pops my chest. ""YOU should have come to see us. It's not like we are all the way around the world. Just halfway!""
+Laughing, I hug the tiny woman again, then hold her out at arms length.
+""If I had remembered how beautiful you were I would have.""
+""Shameless flatterer!"" she says with a grin. ""Come, dinner is nearly ready.""
+With a small army of kids following us we make our way into Eazier's small house. It's looks so very different from when I saw it last, but then it had just been unburied from the mud and still had a wrecked boat leaning against the side of it the last time I saw it.
+Eazier seeing me looking around and smiles.
+""See, I told you. If you went home, I could take care of the rest."" he hold his arms out gesturing to the repaired home.
+I look over at Sori.
+""So, how long did it take him to get all the work done?"" I ask her grinning.
+She laughs.
+""About two more months, after you left,"" she tells me with a shake of her head. ""Then, after we moves back in, it smelled of tidal mud for years. I must have burned a wagon-bed worth of incense to try to get ride of that smell.""
+Patrica is there then, she lets her hand come to rest on the tiny woman's shoulder. Sori turns to look at her then opens her arms wide for my sister to hug her. The two women are teary eyed as they embrace. In the days that followed the tsunami Sori had become a surrogate big sister to me. To Patrica... she was even more.
+She had became the mother we had lost.
+""Every... everything looks beautiful,"" she tells our hostess. ""If I hadn't see it I would never know it had been... damaged.""
+Sori pulls back and just looks at Patrica's face. Under that soft loving gaze my sister face begins to break. After the first tears start to fall, Sori takes my sister's hand and leads her into the small back bedroom. When the door closes I hear my sister start to cry.
+Eazier shoos his curious kids out the door to go play at the neighbors across the street. When he looks back towards the closed door and the sound of crying, he sighs.
+""I take it things did not go well?"" he asks softly. He holds out a glass offering me a drink.
+""Thanks. No, things went pretty bad,"" I meet his concerned gaze. ""She took one good look at us, then ran out the room denying it was us.""
+""How could a mother deny her children?""he asks then shakes his head. ""I am sorry. I should not have said that. I don't know what she has been through, I have no right to judge.""
+""You have children. If Sori was dead, and you believed that they had died with her... what would your reaction be to seeing them alive?"" I ask trying not to let the bitter resentment I feel show in my words. I'm sure he can hear it though.
+Eazier sighs.
+""It is not my place to judge... but come my friend, no such dark thoughts. Dinner is nearly ready. This is the first time in ten years you have been under my roof again! And I promise this will be a better meal than the last we shared here.""
+Laughing, I nod.
+""I could tell that even as we walked up to the door. It smells wonderful.""
+After a few more moments the door opens and the ladies rejoin us. Holding Sori's hand Patrica looks red eyed but much better. She is soon laughing with the rest of us as Eazier offers to go get some canned meat and soda crackers. The memories of that meal so many years ago comes back. I love the way her face brightens again.
+Then we are again inundated with a hoard of children, both Eazier's and now the neighbor's. Patrica and I are the center of childhood curiosity. Their parent's have always forbidden them from bothering the tourists, but as Sori tells me, given that we are eating dinner here we are not tourists. Over the next few hours, with Eazier's children sometimes translating, we answer question after question. What is America like? Whats it like to live not on an island?
+Then they find out I'm an actor. Oh lord.
+Finally, when dinner is a memory, Sori grabs her broom and with a threat centuries old and understood across many lands scatters them home.
+Eazier is trying to apologize for their children's behavior but Patrica and I are laughing too hard. He then smiles and joins in. Sori, in mock threat, takes after him with the same broom. Defending himself he finally manages to catch the broom. He pulls his tiny wife to his chest, and leaning down kisses her nose.
+Looking over at my sister I see her smiling but it slowly slips a way. The beauty of their family life when held next to what has happen to our is stark. Then she looks over and see me watching her. Slowly her smile reappears, then turns into a grin. With her eyes twinkling she rushes forward, catches the broom from Eazier's hand and comes after me with it!
+""I'm borrowing your broom, Sori,"" she says over her shoulder as I run out the door. With her swinging at the back of my head I can't see their reaction but I can hear their laughter. I finally manage to turn enough to see them waving at us from the front door. I can hear their laughter even as I run out into the street with my sister in hot pursuit. Then the kids in the yard next door, Eazier's included, see us and decide that I'm a new game. Suddenly it's not just my sister but a whole crowd of people chasing after me, with Patrica at the lead swinging the broom at my head still.
+I run just ahead of them laughing the whole time.
+As we near the pier out to our bungalow I 'let' them catch up with me. Before she can hit me more than twice I catch the broom and take it away from her. Picking my sister up I spin her around and around as quickly as I can tills she is begging me to stop, she's so dizzy.
+With her leaning against me to keep from falling, we watch the hoard of children go running back up the street. They are led by Eazier's children clutching their mother's broom like a band major's baton. They make it all of about fifty feet then one of the kids in the front is 'it' and off they go with the broom just a swinging.
+""We may owe Sori a new broom,"" I say softly, then start laughing. Walking with Patrica under my arm down that long wooden pier to our room we take our time. Slow steps, often lurching from side to side as one of us looses balance. As we get close she pulls in tight to my side. In the far distance the laughter of the children is fading away to nothingness.
+We begin to hear other sounds then. Sounds from the bungalows we are walking past. Soft music and conversation. Loud music and laughter. No music... but moans and breathy grunts.
+Patrica giggles and hides her face against my chest till we are well past that last one. Then we are walking out to ours. There is no music here. No laughter. No conversation even. Just a silence broken only by the sounds of the waves.
+Just silence.
+I looked down at her face then. I could see just how strongly that silence was weighing on her. On my beautiful sister. Why I did it latter I couldn't say but at the time it seemed appropriate. Leaning in I kissed her. Not a soft gentle peck but a true kiss. Her lips are incredibly soft against mine, carrying with them some of the spices from dinner. She tastes of coriander, and cumin, strong peppers and warm curries.
+After a stumbled pause she began to kiss me back. Then her hands were on me pulling me in closer to her. Her face tilted and her lips came alive with an inner passion I didn't know that my sister had. To my surprise and delight her tongue brushed my lips, asking to be let in. Even as I open my mouth to that silky greeting I hear a soft moan come from her lips.
+Slowly, kissing each other as we go, we back into our room. Then there is a bed at the back of my knees, and before I can stop us we tumble into the mass of twisted sheets. There is a moan from her then that rivals our neighbor's in both volume and intensity. I realize that her legs have parted to either side of mine and than my thigh is pressed hard into her. I can feel a warm heat from her thighs against my skin and a silky feeling that can only be from her panties.
+The gasp as we hit the mattress parts our lips. As we pause for breath we look into each others faces. I notice then that I have half of her breast cupped.
+""Corbin?"" she looks at my shadowed face. ""I...I want.. I'm sorry.""
+Patrica goes to pull away from me but I catch her by her arms and pull her back.
+""Don't, it's okay. I understand,"" pulling her in close I bury my nose in her hair. The shampoo smell is gone but a deeper scent, a more personal scent has taken it's place. ""It's okay.""
+After a moment she chuckles.
+""What?"" I ask brushing her hair with my fingernails.
+""Do they teach kissing in acting classes?"" Looking up, she brushed her finger across my lips. ""You're a good kisser.""
+Chuckling, I answer.
+""No, that was a learn as I went along skill. I've gotten only a few kissing scenes so far. I was too nervous for any of them to be great."" I have to laugh at the memory of the first one. ""My first one was fun though. The director made us do about seven takes. She asked for am eighth, but he told us to get a room.""
+""Well, it sounds like she was having fun. I can understand that. Is she famous?"" Patrica props her head up on her hand and looks down at my face. She starts to play with the buttons on my shirt. ""Do I know her?""
+""Not yet and no. She may become famous though. She has a lot of passion for acting,"" I shrug denying anything else happened, but my smile tells other wise.
+""Passion for acting?"" Patrica asks grinning. ""How about passion for you? Did you follow the directors advice?
+Shaking my head, I brush her hair again with my fingers, trying to get it out her face. She moves it back behind her ear, then lifts an eyebrow wanting her question answered.
+""We just had dinner together.""
+""Just dinner? No after dinner desert?"" she asks, biting her bottom lip in a teasing grin.
+Chuckling, I deny anything else. This time my eyes aren't giving away secrets, none I don't want them to give anyway at least.
+My sister and I talk about my sometimes career for the next hour or so. It's when I'm telling her about my time as an extra on one film that I notice her eyes have closed. With a smile I lean in and place a soft kiss on her lips. Then I settle myself next to her, covering us both. She make a soft sound and snuggles into me tighter, as a cool breeze ruffles the curtains. We fall asleep in each others arms; her soft hair blowing into my face.
+* * * * * *
+A scream wakes me, then as I turn I'm being clutched at by Patrica! Her hands are clawing at my shirt trying to pull me. I realize even as I'm waking she's trying to save me from drowning...again.
+""It's okay, It's okay. It's just a bad dream,"" I tell her softly trying to calm her with my tone of voice.
+Her wide eyes take in my face, her mouth is parted as she pants. Pale and trembling in terror, then turns to crying in painful loss and memories. I pull her to me, holding her warm body against mine. Her body shakes against me as I feel her bury her face into my chest.
+""The waves. The waves,"" she whispers into my shirt.
+""Shush, it's alright. That was ten years ago. It's just a bad dream."" I rock her in my arms against me a little as she continues to cry. ""It's okay baby, it's okay. We're okay.""
+I hold onto Patrica as she cries herself out and slowly drifts back to sleep. I wish I could follow. Not dreams but memories keep my eyes open till I see the first rays of pink beginning to lighten the sky. Only when I can see that the sea is where is should be do I close my eyes and fade back into sleep. My dreams are dark and formless.
+* * * * * *
+The restaurant is nearly full, with people eating their breakfast, but the two people I'm expecting to see are not here. The table they had yesterday is already taken by a couple in their mid to late sixties. The flowered shirt the older man is wearing catches my attention from across the room.
+""Well, maybe I'm early."" I mutter to myself as I start looking around for a place to sit and wait. I notice then a few of the people are some of the ones from when we were here yesterday. They are looking at me, without looking like they are.
+I wish Patrica had come, but after this morning's nightmare she said she couldn't handle any more. I left her half asleep, with a promise to bring back breakfast for her.
+""Sir?""
+I turn to look at the waiter.
+""This was left for you, this morning,"" he holds out a tray to me with a white envelope laying in the middle of it. I notice my hand is shaking as I reach for it.
+~.~.~ Corbin, Patrica, I love you both. YOU are my Children and I will always carry a bit of you in my heart. I've spent ten years trying to come to accept that I lost you that terrible day. I'm sorry that I am not the mother that I should be, the mother that you needed me to be. I was too young when I married your father, too young when I had you, and far too young when I lost all of you. If you remember I was not much older than you are now and I lost every thing I loved in moments. The fact that I wasn't there beside you when it happened tore me to pieces. That I had run off because your father had made me angry seems silly now. That I never said goodby to you two before I left broke the pieces into pieces. It took me years to get those pieces back into some semblance of order and now when I thought I was finally healed... I saw you standing there. It brought back all the pain, the loss, the guilt I felt. It showed me that I was never truly healed from what happened. I need time. Time to accept in my heart the knowledge that your alive. That my children are alive. You, are both adults. You, don't need me to take care of you anymore. I promise right now you can do a better job of taking care of each other than I could do as I am now. I want you both to know that I love you still, very much, but at this time I have to take care of myself. Priscilla. ~.~.~
+The paper crumpling in my hand, I turn to start for the door. Patrica is standing there looking at me. She holds out her hand towards me.
+""Let me see it, please,"" she says with no emotion to her voice.
+Reluctantly, I hand it to her. She smooths out the crumpled paper and begins to read. I watch her face expecting almost any emotional outburst from rage to tears. I can tell when she finishes the short letter. She lets it fall to the ground, from her fingers. Then she slums to the floor following it. Like a wet puppet with it's strings cut she collapses.
+""Patrica!""
+My sister does not respond to my voice or to my shaking her shoulders in anyway. Her eyes are open and she's looking off into space, her face blank of any resemblance of life. Only her breathing convinces me she hasn't just died.
+""Sir? Sir, should I call for a doctor?""  
+I look up, from my sister's blank eyes stare, to see the restaurant's manager standing there with the waiter from earlier, both are looking concerned. I notice in passing that other people at the various tables are standing up to look at what's happening. The man in the flowery shirt start to move towards us, but is wife catches his arm and stops him.
+""I think she just fainted,"" I tell the two men next to me after a moment. ""Bad news in the letter.""
+With their help, I get her to her feet and into a chair on the patio. He brings a glass of clear sparkling water. I finally manage to get her to take a few sips. That's all she does though, lifeless as a doll she sits there looking out into the water. I do notice her eyes for a second follow a speed boat as it goes by, leaving a white contrail of water in it's wake.
+I look back inside and see that we are being watched by almost all of the restaurant's patrons. Their stares at my sister in her moment of weakness brings a cold rage into my heart. A few of them look away from my eyes when they settle on them, some do not. I turn back to Patrica. Her head has drooped to the side like it's taking her too much energy to keep it held up.
+Placing her arm over my shoulder, I get my hand under her knees and lift her into my arms. She leans her head into my neck.
+""Our mother did die with the waves,"" she says softly as I carry her towards our bungalow.
+* * * * * *
+She didn't say another word to me all the way to our room. I carried her tucked in against me, her body light a feather down in my arms at first becomes a trial after the long walk. But it's a trail I'm willing to endure for her. As I gently lower her to the bed though I sigh in relief. As I start to move away though she unexpectedly moves like lightning to catch me and pull me down next to her.
+""Don't leave me!"" she begs.
+""I'm not going to leave you,"" I promise her.
+""You will. You will leave me. Just as soon as we get home your going to go back to the bright lights, back to Hollywood. Your going to find some rich starlet to marry. All I'll ever see of you will be in the Enquirer.""
+Laughing, I tumble in next to her, then prop myself up to look down at her face. She is silently crying. Gently I lean in and kiss away her tears from her eyes. She opens them after my lips touch and looks up at me. Then she smiles.
+My sister lifts herself up catching at the back of my head pulling me to her mouth. Our lips touch with the same passion we felt last night. Only it's grown in intensity. There is a now a hungry need in her a need, to be held, to be touched, to be loved and made... made love to. I realize that even as I feel her fingers pulling at my shirt. Her mouth nearly frantic against my lips my sister strips away my shirt and left her hand roam across my back. Her finger nails ding in pulling me down till I'm resting my weight against her.
+Her lips slip to my ear.
+""Make love to me. I need you in my life. Let me be your beautiful starlet, your leading lady."" her hands caress my neck. ""Show me how well you can act like you're in love with a woman... you don't want to make love to.""
+I pull myself back from her and look down into her face.
+""What do you mean by that?"" I demand.
+She brushes my face. With her fingers she caresses my eyebrows as she start to smile. I feel her tracing where they have been configured to perfection by a makeup artist on my last gig.
+""My handsome brother, my soon to be rich and famous, Corbin. You are so beautiful to look at and I need you so badly to be with me forever. But I'm just your sister. No one famous or special. Just your sister."" she sighs. ""Your mentally screwed up, kid sister.""
+""Who is the most beautiful woman in the world?"" I ask catching her hand and pulling it to my lips, I kiss the fingertips. ""You, yes you my smart sexy sister. I'm never leaving you. Not for any of them. I'll come home. I'll take up writing full time. I'm not much of an actor anyway.""
+""The hell your not! To nearly convince me that you believe I'm beautiful that takes acting...""
+My lips silence hers. Silence her teasing, silence her self hatred, silence the loss from this morning. With a kiss I also silence the questions she might have about whether I think she is beautiful.
+I feel the desire awaken in her like last night. Unlike then I feel no need to restrain it. In fact I want to unleash it with my own. Even as her hands are pulling at the clasp to my pants I'm tugging at the bottom of her shirt. I see then the dark pink nipples that her bikinis and swim suits have always kept hidden form me. That I have always longed to see them come to me then. There was a hidden desire for her that I could never let my conscious mind ponder over. It's free now, free to look upon her as I help her remove her shorts down those long tan legs.
+I slip out of my shorts and settle myself between my sisters legs. She opens them wide accepting without any more thought than I have that this is going to happen. That here of all places, in this island that damaged us both so badly we would come together like this.
+The feeling along the length of me as I slide into her warm wet lips, pushing deeply into her body. Reveling in the close tight feeling of her as she catches my hips in her hands and pulls me in tighter.
+""Oh my god, Corbin.""
+She pulls my face to hers and out lips press together. Our tongues entwine, to wrestle as one even as our bodies join as one. There is no softness to her demanding mouth now. Not now that I am inside her. They're are fires within her that have awake fully and they have needs. Needs they want taken care of and at this moment the most demanding is for her to be made love to as hard as I can. She pulls at me tugging me in, then using her toned body to nearly push me out of her. The feeling is fantastic and the more I feel it the more I want of it.
+I know within minutes of this that I will never in this world find a woman to match her in bed. She knows me with so many years of familiar love that her body moves in just the ways I like. Without even trying I find myself responding to her silent promptings. Then they become less than silent.
+""Just there... oh yes just like that. I knew.. I always knew that you would be the one man for me."" she pants ""Hold me tight."" she moans ""Don't let me go."" she begs. ""Harder please."" she demands. ""Oh fuck me Corbin!"" she screams.
+With long even strokes I give into to her every wish. Her body clutched tight to me, her breast a warm pressure against my chest, I flex my hips pushing in the whole length of me, then trying to push in more. I love the look on her face as I slide into my sister. Her feet hook behind my ass to help drive in those last few inches.
+""Oh, my sweet brother. That right. That just... perfect. Right there . Right there. Oh god Corbin. Oh My God! I'm going to cum.""
+""Cum for me."" I tell her in a voice starved for breath.
+She looks into my eyes as her body tenses.. All the years of our life is carried in those gorgeous eyes. The years growing up, teasing and fighting with each other. The years, happy ones, when we traveled with our parent to distant lands exploring the world. Even the year of loss and pain are there. Then her eyes shut and her head tilts back. She catches my hair in strong fingers and pulls me down to her. A deep guttural moan of desires sated reverberates out her mouth into the wet hair by my neck.
+Her fingernails claw at my back and shoulders as she screams out her prayers to the island's god of lust. I feel myself reaching for my own ending at that very moment. I pant for every breath and clench my teeth together as I try to get to the top of that hill. I hear her begging me to cum. Her words a soft but demanding whisper next to my ear. Who am I to tell my sister no. I arch up a bit and she clings to me even as I feel her starting to cum again. I do not care how far our passion cries are carrying across the water. I do not care what others may think at this moment. At this moment only my sweet sister and I exist.
+The rest of the world is all meaningless shadows filled with ghosts that stare. They stare in wonder at a brother as he feels his love and lust flowing from him like a river into his sister. Her tight body giving pleasure to her own brother. Her heat and gripping pressure massage every inch of me till I'm feeling a bit raw. I slowly slip from her, my body spent if not my desire. If anything my desire for her has grown even stronger.
+Moving to lay next to her she turns her sweaty body in against mine and tugs a sheet over the top of us both.
+""Just hold me,"" she says softly next to my chin.
+Still unable to speak for lack of breath I just nod and wrap her in my arms.
+* * * * * *
+I open my eyes slowly. I can tell I have been asleep for maybe less than a hour. Glancing over at the clock confirms this. When I look back at her Patrica is looking at me. She has tugged the sheet up under her chin.
+""Regrets?"" I ask softly unable to read her face.
+She shakes her head.
+""No.""
+""Then what is it?"" I ask turning to face her more. The sheet falls away from my chest as I move and she looks down at me. Her hand moves to my chest and follows the light trail of hairs down a bit to my stomach.
+""I love you,"" she says softly.
+""I love you, my beautiful sister.""
+She smiles, then looks down at her hand resting on my stomach. She moves it lower down across my belly button. Then she stops. Her eyes are lush and wanton when she looks back up at me.
+""I want you again,""she licks her lips. ""Can I have you?""
+""Always,"" I whisper back to her softly.
+My sister smiles, then leans in and kisses me. Softly. First my mouth then my chin. Then down my throat. Her mouth moves across my chest. Unable to believe what I'm seeing I watch as Patrica lift the sheet off of me and looks at my cock. She tilts her head, licks her lips and leans forward. I nearly jump out of my skin at how sensitivity I am and how wonderful my sister's mouth feels.
+And that is just the start. Her hand gently cupping my balls she moves her head in a slow easy way, a soft massage of the whole length of me. Her lips purse over the head, then they open taking me in deeper and deeper till I am very quickly clawing at the sheet both trying to get away from her mouth and hopping this never ends.
+""Oh Patrica. That feels.. Oh my god!""
+I can even feel it when she smiles around me. Her tongue licks the underside of me from top to bottom then back into the warm wet mouth I go. Deeper this time than last. I don't know if she can take the whole length of me, but I feel her trying to do that very thing.
+My head thrown back I think back to all the other women that have done this. It's not a very long list. I remember the times when they had me in their mouths. Their skills may have been better honed, but nothing they did compares to the pleasure I'm feeling now. As my sister, my dear sweet sister, my mental emotionally damaged sister, to use her own words, takes me into her mouth. I feel her nearly gag as looking down I see her nose touch.
+""Oh for fuck sake that feels good."" I moan. She looks up at me and smiles then licks the side of me. Taking her time she has me moaning and panting for the next several minutes then I feel myself twitch.
+""I'm going to cum, you might want to stop."" I tell her brushing her hair out her face.
+She looks up at me and smiles. Before I can move she sits up, swings herself over my hips, and settles down onto me. I slip easily into her.
+Laying back looking up at my sister I watch her as she rides my body. Her hips grinding forward against me, then sliding silkily back, pull the whole of me nearly out of her. I let my hands come to rest on those hips. Urging her faster.
+""Can I do this to you forever?"" she asks me her lips parted in a near pant. I moan as she clamps down on on my cock and pulls it out to the head. ""I want to feel you in me forever. I want to be yours forever.""
+She leans down till her face is right over my lips. I lift myself deeper into her even as our lips touch. She clutches my head to her mouth as I begin to cum. I can tell she is cumming with me by the tension in her as I also hold her to me. The low moan that vibrates my lips through our kiss. Then the sudden clutching of my shoulders and arm. She all but melts down onto me. My passion also spent I slip from her. She settle her naked body onto me like a warm soft blanket.
+""I wish we could do this all day,"" she says softly after a few moment to catch her breath.
+""Is there a reason we can't?"" I ask tracing fingers across the incredibly soft skin of her ass.
+Sitting up a bit my sister looks down into my face.
+""Yeah. We are meeting Sori and Eazier for lunch. Remember? They invited us to go to her brother's house today."" she quirks an eyebrow.
+I smile.
+""I'm sorry. Something about today has me a bit off my normal game. Hum, what could that be I wonder?"" I say with a grin. ""Maybe getting to make love to an incredibly beautiful woman?""
+""Who just happens to be your sister?"" she wiggles down and almost purrs against me. ""Sori said he's a big time movie producer in Mumbai India.""
+""I don't remember that! When did she say that?"" I ask sitting up taking her with me.
+Patrica bites her bottom lip. ""While we were in the other room. After I got finished crying we talked for a bit.""
+""Mumbai... that's what they call Bollywood! There are a lot of good moves made out of there."" I pause looking at her face. ""Why were you talking about that?""
+""Oh, we weren't at first. We were talking about... you,"" my sister moves her hand to my face and brushes back the hair.
+""What abut me? About my career?""
+""No,"" she shakes her head. ""About what I've been starting to feel for you... since we got here."" Patrica wraps her hands around my neck and leans in till her forehead touches mine. ""About how much I love you.""
+""What did she say?""
+My sister smiles.
+""Sori said to seduce you,"" she leans in and kisses me softly. ""To make you come to see me like I saw you,"" she pulls me in for a harder kiss. ""To steal you before any of those Hollywood starlets can get their manicured claws into you.""
+She goes to kiss me again but I stop her. Moving back a bit I look at her face.
+""Sori, said all that?"" I ask astonished.
+""She did. Then she told me the most important thing I needed to do,"" Patrica smiles. ""To love you more every day than the last.""
+Patrica kisses me softly then pulls back looking at my face. ""I think I can do that.""
+Pulling my sister to me I lean back into the bed and just holding her as we kiss away the few minutes till we have till it's time to get ready to go.
+* * * * * *
+That evening sitting on the back patio of Sori and Eazier's house, surrounded by the laughter of children bathed in the love of family once more, I look out at the setting sun. As it sinks into the waves I too see the green flash of light.
+Even as I notice it I feel Patrica's hands come to rest on my shoulders.
+""Did you see it?"" she asks softly.
+""Yes, I did."""
+74,F3 Wave!,sr71plt,Chain Stories,2013-11-12,2013-11-12,2022-01-08 03:48:30,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f3-wave,The wettest and most revealing of honeymoons.,"['Beach', 'Bitchiness', 'Danger', 'Fawc', 'Honeymoon', 'Horror', 'Loving Wife', 'Martinique', 'Romance', 'Tsunami']",3.9,"_(Author's note: This story is an entry into the third Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story will be kept secret until Wednesday, November 20, 2013, when the author will be revealed in the comments section following this story. There are no prizes awarded during FAWC; this is simply a friendly competition.)_
+ _(Inspiration for this and all FAWC 3 stories was taken from a single picture, which can be found[here](http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=1314237&d=1382517468))_
+ _(The tags for this story are romance, loving wife, honeymoon, danger, tsunami, Martinique, beach, bitchiness, horror.)_
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+""Just let it go, Jan. We're on our honeymoon now. Everything worked out just fine with the wedding. The minister said the important words. The license was signed.""
+""No, it didn't work out 'just fine,' Tim. I distinctly told the florist the accent flowers were to be magenta—not red. And I even provided them with a swatch of the bridesmaid's dress. And what color were they?""
+Tim didn't answer. He was busy moving the beach bag next to him because he could see the man coming across the deck around the curve of the glass wall of the resort restaurant weaving back and forward. He had a crutch on one side and a toddler hanging on to him on the other side. Tim nodded to them in passing. Struggling behind them was a young woman with a baby in a stroller. Jan gave the family a disgusted look. Tim had already heard her rant on families coming to what they thought was a honeymooners' only resort on the east coast of Martinique.
+The other couple that had set her off in this vein was on the other end of the spectrum. An elderly couple was out in a kayak type of boat in the small cove the resort sat on—and extended over. In fact, some of the hotel rooms were deceptively fashioned to look like grass shacks on pylons and extended out into the cove, connected by a boardwalk. Tim and Jan had been given one of these rooms over the water, a honeymoon suite that was quite luxurious inside, and Tim was patiently waiting for Jan to finish complaining about the other guests and to get around to complaining about the resort Tim had booked them into for the honeymoon.
+She wasn't usually like this, he thought—or hadn't been before the wedding. He was hoping this was just wedding jitters and that she'd come down out of the stratosphere and loosen up soon. She'd even said that the sex last night wasn't as good as they'd had before they got married.
+Her principal problem with the elderly couple was that the wife, Maryanne, was too friendly—Jan said ""nosy""—and the husband, Ralph, was too grumpy and loud. He was loud because he was hard of hearing and obviously thought that a vacation was a time to dispense with such things as hearing aids. Tim couldn't remember if he'd actually seen the man's face, because it seemed always to be hidden behind a snapping camera.
+""We can have the photographer tint the flowers in the photos any color you want, sweetheart. In time you'll forget they even were the wrong color. I don't think anyone noticed."" Or wouldn't have noticed, he thought, if Jan hadn't made such an open stink about it.
+Most other guys would have second thoughts about this marriage business when the wife on the morning after the wedding seemed an entirely different person from the one the day before, he mused. But he knew that Jan was just uptight about the whole wedding bit. By the end of the week he'd have his old Jan back, he was sure.
+""You always are so reasonable,"" Jan said as she turned on her back and handed Tim a tube of suntan lotion. She made it sound like it was unreasonable for him to be reasonable. He had no trouble understanding what he was supposed to do with the lotion, and started rubbing it on her back, moving from there to massaging her shoulders and neck, working on rubbing the tension out of her—and, he hoped, some of the anger too. He rubbed down her spine, letting his hands go under the material of her bikini bottoms and flared out over her buttocks. He was rewarded with a slight shudder and moan.
+""You know what Sara said to me at the wedding when I told her you were a jerk for not backing me up on my argument with the florist?""
+""You told Sara I was a jerk?""
+""She told me that I didn't deserve you. That you were too good for me, because you were always so even tempered and practical and helpful and don't let problems get to you."" Jan made these traits seem like indictments by the inflection of her voice.
+The toddler from the family group had come up to them and was proudly showing Jan that she had a sand form in the shape of a starfish. Jan scowled and waved her away dismissively.
+""I think we're going to be just great,"" Tim said. ""We're away from all of that wedding stuff now. You must have worked on that full time for three months. We're about as far away from anywhere as we could be. Let's just enjoy ourselves.""
+""I forgot my paperback. It's boring out here. I should have brought out the paperback book—or the Kindle.""
+""Boring out here?"" Tim asked. He tried not to sound wounded. ""Look around you. Nearly transparent water, a white sandy seabed underneath. You can actually see schools of bright-colored fish swimming about. And it's just neat having those rooms like that out over the water. The sky is blue. All's right with the world.""
+""Except for the earthquake out in the Atlantic.""
+""What earthquake?""
+""You know, the earthquake we heard about on the radio before coming out here from the room.""
+""It was just a small one—and out to sea.""
+""Yeah, but they said they thought there'd be a larger one following it.""
+""We came here to get away from bad news for a while, Jan.""
+""Well, I wish I'd brought my paperback out—or my Kindle.""
+""I can go get one of them for you. Which one do you want?""
+""Yes.""
+""Both of them?""
+""I said yes.""
+While Tim was off getting the book and the Kindle, Jomo, one of the hotel's casual-style island waiters, came around asking if anyone wanted drinks. He and Jan had been flirting off and on since the previous afternoon when Jan and Tim had checked in. It was all quite innocent, of course, but bantering with Jomo, who was a berry-brown hunk and a half and who was barely dressed, had resulted in the only smiles Jan had invested in the honeymoon as yet. She particularly like his dreadlocks, which extended down to his shoulders—and thought the shoulders, and the biceps, and the pecs, looked just fine too.
+Jan had done some swinging before she'd started dating Tim and then it had just been Tim. He was straight laced about cruising about, but he was really good in bed—or had been when they were still single. There was a time when she would have jumped the bones of a hunk like Jomo, not even waiting for him to make the moves. And Jomo was reacting like he'd like to have his bones jumped, and Jan didn't think it was all about getting bigger tips.
+Sure, she was a married lady now, but there was no reason she had to stop looking—or flirting a bit.
+Tim had trouble finding the Kindle and was gone for several minutes. Jomo made the best use of every one of those minutes, obviously finding Jan the best looking woman at the resort at the moment. But he broke away to offer drinks to the family of four when he spied Tim returning.
+""Here is your reading material, princess,"" Tim said, with a smile, as he reached the large red mat the resort had set out to separate the deck sections that extended out over the water of the cove.
+""Princess? Are you criticizing me for not getting the book and Kindle myself?""
+""No, Jan. You're my princess. I wasn't being sarcastic."" And he hadn't meant for it to be taken as sarcasm either. He went back to rubbing in suntan lotion and trying to massage the knots away—and to work on pulling another enticing moan or two from her.
+The massage was helping. Jan seemed to be relaxing and had started to hum. Tim recognized where the humming was leading—and this was his concept of what they'd be doing on the honeymoon rather than a never-ending critique of everything that had gone wrong at the wedding ceremony and interminable reception afterward.
+He leaned down and whispered in her ear, ""Getting hot out here. Don't want to burn on our first afternoon under the sun. Interested in going back to the room for a bit?""
+""Umm, um,"" Jan answered in a dreamy voice.
+Yes, she was ready, Tim thought, starting to go hard just at the thought of what they'd be doing soon.
+Jan was lying on her back at the foot of the bed, her legs hooked on Tim's shoulders and her fingers buried in the wavy blond hair on his head, as he had his face buried in her muff. He was alternating between sucking on her clit and her labia and running his tongue between the folds while she huffed and puffed her way to her first orgasm.
+This was the Tim she'd fought other women off to possess. He always took his time in taking her to heaven at least once before he fucked her. She was always open and sloppy wet and moaning for it before he slid inside her. And this afternoon was no exception.
+She had already exploded once and was arching her back and working her nipples with the fingers of both hands as he worked her clit with the thumb of one hand and pulled her pelvis up to his groin with his other arm under her and ran the bulb of his cock up and down between her labia until she begged for the fuck, when he thrust inside her, causing her to lift up off the surface of the bed and cry out in passion. This too was what she'd fought other women off for. He was thick and knew how to use his cock to the best advantage.
+As her cry subsided and Tim began to pump, though, another cry was being taken up outside on the boardwalk.
+It was the voice of Jomo, and he sounded frightened. He was pounding the back of his drinks tray with a spoon and running up and down the boardwalk and across the deck curving around the glass wall of the hotel dining room. His cry was a single word, ""Wave!"" repeated over and over again.
+""Shit,"" Tim called out as he pulled away from Jan and grabbed for his shorts.
+""What?"" Jan asked, her voice perturbed, not appreciating the break in her pleasure.
+""The earthquake,"" Tim answered. ""Here, put your shorts and T back on. We have to get out of here.""
+""What about the earthquake?""
+""A tidal wave. A tsunami. The drinks guy is warning that a big wave is coming. We have to get out of here. We're sitting ducks out here on the water.""
+He struggled to get Jan dressed. She had withdrawn into nonaction and denial. They stumbled out of the hut on the pylons, and once again Tim chimed out with a ""Shit!""
+""What?"" Jan screamed. ""What's so fucking serious here?""
+""Look at the cove, Jan. The water's pulling out. The seabed is exposed.""
+""So fucking what?""
+""When it comes back in it's going to be one fucking big wave. Come on. We've got to get to higher ground.""
+As they got to where the boardwalk over the water met dry land at the corner of the hotel dining room, Tim looked off to the right over the deck curving around the dining room's glass wall.
+""Shit. Fuck."" he called out again.
+""What?"" Jan repeated in her own litany.
+""Here. Here are the keys to the rental Jeep. Get in it and head to higher ground. Drive as fast as you safely can and don't stop until you are well inland.""
+""Where are you going?"" Jan demanded. But Tim was already racing across the deck curving around the dining room.
+When she got almost to the Jeep, she ran into Maryanne. Ralph was running ahead of them toward the four-story hotel section behind the main reception and dining room building, his camera bouncing around against his chest on a strap.
+""Isn't this exciting?"" Maryanne turned and called out to Jan. Her eyes were gleaming and the vermillion red-lip stick slash of her mouth was open in a full grin. ""Ralph says this is an opportunity of a lifetime. The safest place is on the roof of the hotel. Come on with us. He's got his camera. he says we'll be on TV. We'll have the best seat in the house to view this.""
+Yeah, Jan thought, I don't have to drive the Jeep like a bat of hell to get to high ground. The top of the hotel is high ground. She followed Maryanne up the stairs of the hotel to the roof garden. Ralph was well ahead of them.
+""Holy shit!"" Jan exclaimed as she came out onto the roof. Ralph and Maryanne were already standing at the parapet on the sea side of building. Ralph was firing off photos. The source of the ""holy shit"" exclamation, though, was the height of the wave Jan could see standing off shore.
+And that's what it looked like, like it was just standing out there, and that they all were suspended in time.
+""Ain't it glorious?"" Maryanne cried out, as she spread her arms and arched her back in a ""come to momma"" pose.
+Within seconds, though, ""glorious"" was a wall of water coming at them with the sound of a freight train. It peeled the huts on the boardwalk over the water of the cove up like a curling rug and hurled them into the side of the hotel building. The building shuddered, and Jan had the presence of mind to hit the deck as the bodies of Ralph and Maryanne were carried up and over and past her by the mass of wood from the huts and the boardwalk that now fronted a wall of water.
+She heard a rumbling and the hotel crumbling under her feet and then the impact of the water, lifting her up and up and over the land, knocking the wind out her, making her swallow choking water, and slamming her hard into something stationary. She blacked out on impact.
+When she came to, she was tangled in the branches of a tall tree that had nearly been stripped but that had been porous enough to let the worst force of the water slide through its branches. She ached all over and there were scratches and blood, but she didn't feel like anything was broken. She just was wedged into the twisted branches and foliage enough that she couldn't move.
+She could see through the entombing branches though. But there was little to see. The cove looked peaceful enough, except that the white sand had been scooped up and carried inland and the water was too muddy to see what lay beneath it. What were bodies, however, could clearly be seen floating on the surface of the water. There also were a few small boats out on the cove and men were pulling what must be bodies out of the water. It deceptively looked to Jan like a quiet, innocent fishing scene, and she had difficulty in her half-glazed state connecting it to the horror it really represented.
+Mud was pretty much the relevant word overall. The hotel was completely gone. The tree she was in was set well back from where the hotel once stood. The rental Jeep, or what seemed to be it in a mashed state, was wedged up against a rock cliff further inland from the tree, entwined with the materials from the huts on the piers that had included the honeymoon suite, so recently occupied, and sheltering what honeymooners did.
+Here and there against the surface of the cliff and at its base, she could see the color of material, and she tried not to think about the crumpled bodies the mud-caked material must cover. Again, there was living human activity there—living people searching among the dead. But almost languidly, realizing that there was no need to expect to find life. The minds of the living not much less blank from the shock of what had happened than those of the dead.
+She called out, both toward the boats in the cove and the searchers at the base of the cliff. But she was either too far away for them to hear or her voice wasn't strong enough. They moved on in their grizzly activity with no realization that all in this wasteland between the cliff and the sea were not dead.
+Now that she was able to get her bearings, she saw that the cliff pretty much encircled the resort area. Higher rocks were close to the edge of the hotel area to the north. It was quite possible that she could have reached higher ground in the Jeep in time.
+In time. If she had done what Tim told her she needed to do.
+Tim.
+For the first time her thoughts went to Tim. He couldn't have made it out in time. He was gone. Suddenly life took on a whole new look to her. The wedding and all that crap seemed so silly now. In the wink of an eye it all had changed. And she felt totally bereft.
+She was given plenty of time to worry these thoughts. All was quiet through the night and well into the next day. It was like she was the only person left on earth. Very few of the searchers and scavengers of the first evening had bothered to return today, evidently recognizing how total the destruction of the tsunami had been. They, the survivors, were already looking ahead—to the lives that had been spared them, at least for this day.
+There was a false sense of total nothingless. In the first hours she had been conscious, she tried calling out for help. But there was no reply beyond the cawing of the sea birds, still upset at something that happened that was completely beyond their grasp, as they wheeled about overhead. Some landed on the tree above her. She had to fight to free an arm enough to wave them off from pecking at her head. She almost gave up trying to fend off the birds, but she felt that somehow she must continue, that she needed to continue fighting for life.
+She had gone hoarse by nightfall and decided that it was useless even to try calling out in the dark. She needed to recover her voice. She tried to sleep and managed to doze from time to time.
+Her mind kept making her think about the probability that she'd die here in the tree. She'd survived the tsunami only to starve to death in the tree. Her limbs went numb and she had to work hard to keep them moving to keep the blood flowing through them. Almost in a delirium she thought again of Tim and, for the first time in her life, entertained the thought that, if he was dead—and he most certainly was—there really was no reason for her to live. That, in fact, she had landed the one man in a million. For the first time she thought that Sara might have been spot on—that she hadn't deserved Tim. And that maybe God had decided that as well.
+She sank deeper in a delirium as the sun rose high in the sky the next day. So out of it was she that she didn't even realize that she had commenced calling out for help again—or that another voice was suddenly added to the sound. A familiar voice. Her eyes shot open. Tim?
+But it wasn't Tim. It was the berry-brown hunk, Jomo, climbing up the tree, hacking twisted branches away with a machete, freeing her.
+But could she ever be free now that she'd let Tim slip out of her life? She had been such a bitch the last day of their lives together. Could she ever forgive herself?
+""How? How did you know?"" she managed in a weak voice as Jomo climbed toward her.
+""The birds. They were disturbed. Kept trying to land in the top of the tree and then reeling away. I figured something was disturbing them—something that was still alive.""
+And then he was there, beside her, pulling branches away from her body.
+""I've got you, love,"" Jomo was saying. ""I'll get you down from here.""
+And get her down he did. She threw her arms around him and hugged his waist tightly with her thighs as he brought her down from the tree. They were both breathing heavily as they got down to the layer of mud and sand under the tree. And the breathing wasn't from physical exertion. It was from physical contact and the thrill of being alive and of being two beautiful people seemingly all alone in the world.
+Jomo started kissing Jan and she was kissing him back. They were groping each other. He had his shorts unzipped and his cock out and was unbuttoning her shorts, when she gripped his hand and stopped him.
+""Not here. I can't do it here. Take me someplace where I can clean up.""  
+""Sorry,"" he said. ""I didn't mean . . . just finding you like this . . . the joy in the tragedy.""
+""I know,"" Jan whispered. ""Just not here."" Even when she said it, though, she realized that she didn't mean it. She hadn't stopped him because of the mud. She'd stopped him because she couldn't do it. She'd already had the only man for her. She was grateful to Jomo for saving her, but she wouldn't dishonor the memory of Tim in that way. She no longer wanted anyone but Tim. And the irony of that was that, before she had even realized that, she no longer had Tim.
+Jomo carried her over to the base of the cliff, to where the road started up to the top that Jan had been supposed to drive the Jeep up. At the top of the cliff, it was obvious that the cliff face had taken the brunt of the wave, all the worse for anyone who hadn't managed to reach the top of the cliff. The land was wet and washed out for about a quarter of a mile, but Jan could see that there was another hotel resort not far in the distance that looked totally untouched by the tsunami.
+Jomo carried her, in a jog, strong enough to easily bear her weight, in that direction. As they drew nearer to it, Jan could see people turning toward them, people who had been milling around outside the hotel building. There were vehicles. Ambulances and trucks. People had plates and glasses in their hands and blankets around their shoulders.
+A figure broke out of the crowd and started running toward them.
+Jan began to cry. By the time Tim reached them and Jomo was transferring the weight of Jan from his arms to her husband's and looking away from the couple with an expression of slight embarrassment, Jan was sobbing.
+""I thought I'd lost you."" Variations of this were the first words of both husband and wife.
+Others were making their way toward them. Among them was the family of four from the hotel.
+The husband of the family, still on a crutch, still with a toddler planted to his pant leg, spoke up. ""Your husband saved us. He saw us struggling to get off the deck at the hotel, and he pretty much carried us all—I have no idea how he had the strength—up into the rocks on the north side of the hotel. The water roared right past us. We would never have made it without him.""
+""Honey, I'm so sorry leaving you with the Jeep like that. I just—""
+""Hush, Tim. It's my own damn fault I didn't make it out. You told me what to do and I didn't do it. I'll never be making that mistake again . . . if you keep me.""
+""Keep you? What the fuck do you mean?""
+""Sara told me I didn't deserve you—in the time I spent up there in that tree, thinking I'd die—that you were dead—I realized she was right.""
+""Sara's a ditz and a bitch to boot,"" Tim said. ""I've never been able to figure out why you picked her to be a bridesmaid in the first place. Let's see if we can get a room in this hotel here and get our honeymoon kick started again—and I'll show you how I'm going to keep you."""
+75,F4: Fissures in the Rock,sr71plt,Chain Stories,2014-05-10,2014-05-10,2022-01-08 03:48:32,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f4-fissures-in-the-rock,Digging at the fissures of a pulverized marriage.,"['Bisexual', 'Cheating', 'Divorce', 'Extramarital Sex', 'Fawc', 'Frustration', 'Interracial', 'Regret', 'Teasing', 'Vengeance']",3.74,"_(Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. This FAWC was based around the theme of music, with four songs given to choose from. The song that inspired this story was ""Written in Rock"" by Rick Springfield.)_
+* * * *
+Ethan drove past the house three times before there was any sign of life there to be seen. He had thought before about what might be happening at this hour behind that first window to the left, but he refused to go there this morning.
+He himself was up to catch the emerging of the desert landscape from pitch dark to murky to the glittering of the first rays of the rising sun. He liked to see the sun's first beams creep over the façades of the east-facing rambling, one-story houses on the street he knew so well. The house he was surveilling faced east and was covered in an ochre stucco, with bougainvillea running up the sides at either end, so it greeted the sun with a Mediterranean smile. They had honeymooned in the Greek isles, so Ethan always smiled when he saw the sun first hit the house. Although these days the smile faded quickly.
+On the fourth turnabout, lights were on in the house, so he parked across the street. Not directly across the street. He didn't want to be obvious. But in front of the Miller's house, which had been vacant for months, Brad Miller having been carried out of the house feet first on a gurney with a sheet over his head and his wife, Madge, having checked herself into a full-service retirement home down in Tucson just as quickly as she could thereafter.
+He was in it for the long haul, armed with a jumbo cup of 7-Eleven java and two packs of cigarettes—Marlboros—although he had no idea really what ""it"" was and was thoroughly depressed by the thought of a ""long haul."" He didn't know why he continued coming here at all. The law office business was booming and he could think of nothing else than that while he was at work. And then after work, well, then he was in such heaven that there was nothing but personal pleasure to think about. So, why on so many mornings did he get up in the middle of the night and subject himself to this hell?
+He would have thought more on that, but one of the garage doors on the house was raising and he could see Chris entering the garage from the house. Very much ready for work—in a law office much the same as his. All suited out and carrying a brief case and the newspaper—and steeping cup of joe. Probably a lot tastier than what Ethan was drinking. As the Lexus SC coupe pulled out of the garage, Ethan could see the BMW SUV resting on the other side of the garage. He'd bought that for her on their tenth anniversary. At least she hadn't pitched that out.
+Not long after that one of his questions on why he did this was answered. The front door burst open and Evan and Grace ejected themselves, both struggling with backpacks nearly as heavy as they were, both chattering and laughing, propelled from house to sidewalk as if rockets, and headed down toward the corner to the school bus stop. Her lawyer had made a big to do over how devastating this all was for the children, especially considering the circumstances—that the children would be traumatized for years. Well, the children didn't look all that traumatized to Ethan, and he wondered what, if anything, that lawyer had to say about the circumstances that followed so quickly on the heels of the divorce—Gail's circumstances. How that should affect the children.
+But as far as he could see, and what he could grill out of them when he had them on visitation, it hadn't affected them all that much. Well, children these days were exposed to and able to adjust to a lot more than children did when he was growing up.
+Ethan wasn't all that upset with the tack the lawyer had taken. Under normal circumstances, she had used the strongest case available, and she hadn't insisted on making a public display of it. Ethan would have done the same in court himself. He was too occupied with resenting that lawyer for other reasons.
+Gail was standing in the doorway, in a housecoat, but still looking good. Looking great, actually. The new pixie haircut she was wearing became her. If she had any gray yet, it was well conditioned away. And still the dynamite figure, discernible even inside the formless flowered housecoat. The dramatic change from Ethan to Chris hadn't prompted her to let herself go. In fact, somewhat to Ethan's chagrin, she looked younger than she had when they'd split.
+She was sipping coffee from a mug, her eyes glued to the backs of her two children as they bounced along down to the bus stop and remaining on them as they stood down there, chattering and jostling with their peers, all of them texting on cell phones, right through until they got on the bus. One last arm wave to them as they boarded, Grace turning to catch sight of her mother to wave back, Evan surging ahead, no looking back. Ethan watched too, his eyes following the progress of the bus up the street, past the ochre-colored house across the street, and around the corner. In the moment the bus had been between Ethan and the house, Gail had stepped back into the house and shut the door.
+They had been the perfect family. Everyone had said so. A handsome pair. Ethan with a high-paying job. Gail with her successful art shows. Two precious children. The perfect family. Older son, younger daughter. Neither one a bit of a problem; both beautiful children. And smart as whips. Grace the athlete, like her dad, even early on. Evan more dreamy, artistic. Like his mother. The transition for Ethan and Gail from being the darlings of the tennis and golf club set into PTA stalwarts and Saturday morning soccer cheerleaders had been a smooth one.
+Just the perfect couple. A rock-solid marriage. You could ask anyone they knew and get that same answer. Then the fissures started. Ethan couldn't keep it in his pants; Gail had gotten bitchy and restless. Success had gotten to Ethan, inviting in cockiness and risk. Gail sometimes could be shrill. One fissure led to another—not all of them Ethan based. But certainly the first chip into the rock was Ethan's. And it had been a doozy.
+He went over this in his mind—each morning he sat out here, he played it all in his mind. That first chip, the opening fissures, the poof of dust as the rock-solid marriage disintegrated around them. He didn't know why he did this, coming out here to dig at the fissures. Life was still good for him. It was great. The job was cooking along. The sex couldn't get any better. Still.
+He would have sunk into his introspection if another reason he came out here to sit and watch didn't blossom before his eyes. This time she left the blinds open—the blinds to the bedroom in the house that fronted on the street. The bedroom in the left front of the building as seen from the street—the one with a large picture window that they'd always kept carefully covered, as the most rock-hard aspect of their marriage had been how much they had enjoyed sex and how inventive they had been in performing it in that bedroom.
+She stood almost directly in front of the bedroom window and pulled the housecoat over her head. He took his breath in with a ragged gasp and would have spilled his coffee if the cup wasn't already half empty. She was only wearing panties under the housecoat, and even those she stripped off. Her breasts were firm, still. Maybe even more firm now. Had she had work done? And she'd shaved her V. Kept the black, curly, silky hair but trimmed it to an exclamation point pointed downward. She'd done that for Chris? She'd never done that for Ethan. But then Ethan laughed. Now he not only tamed his bush for Jordan; he also shaved his chest and pits. He'd never even thought of doing that for Gail. They had reveled in their natural endowments—or, at least, had told each other they did.
+But then, it was quite evident that they both had hidden vital issues from each other when it came to sex.
+Standing, backlit, looking out into the world, Gail slowly pulled on sheer panties and a bra. Ethan found himself looking up and down the street, guiltily. Revolving his head to see if anyone else but he was getting this show. Feeling protective, even while he himself had gone hard as a rock. But no one else appeared to be up and about yet. Most on the street were retirees, cashing in on lucrative careers, and a good many of them were off on cruise ships this time of year.
+The show was his alone. He unzipped himself with his free hand and released his hard cock. But no sooner had he started with himself than the shades were drawn. It had already started, though. A man can't just stop these urges on a dime. He put the cup in the cup holder, laid his head back on the headrest, closed his eyes to dredge up earlier times—times when the family was a rock—when he could be rock hard with Gail right there for him—and began to stroke himself.
+His cell phone buzzed. He almost let it go, not wanting anything to spoil the moment, but it was insistent.
+""Well, are you going to come inside or not?"" The voice coming out of the little plastic container was all too familiar.
+* * * *
+He was having trouble resisting his impulses as he sat at the kitchen table, watching her. Her back was to him as she bent over the kitchen sink, filling a carafe for fresh coffee. Bent over the sink, her buttocks sticking out. Mocking him, whether she meant to be doing it or not. It was driving him mad. The flare of her hips, her plump buttocks, her thin waist. Those three little moles, set in a triangle just under her right shoulder blade. The other mole on her neck below her left earlobe, now clearly visible with her hair in this pixie cut. Many had been the night that he had tongued that mole as he was moving inside her.
+Then he wasn't resisting anymore. He rose from the kitchen table and was behind her in two steps, embracing her from behind, suspending her there in a slight bend over the kitchen sink.
+She gave him a deep-throated laugh. It incensed him. The clasp of the bra was undone without him even realizing he had done it, and his hands were cupping her breasts. Weighing them, speculating again on whether she'd had them augmented. It certainly seemed so. On what he was paying her? And all for Chris?
+A flash of anger and frustration is still a flame, and he was ablaze. He was hard, and there was no way, as closely as he was holding her, that she didn't know that. The slight moan and seeing her set the carafe down in the sink told him that. It also told him that any pretenses of fixing coffee, bustling around with domestication a barrier between them, were gone.
+She reached back with a hand and ran her fingers down the line of his erection through the material of his trousers. One of his hands slid down her belly, below the waistband of her panties, and he ran his fingers through her trimmed bush, searching for, and finding, her clit with the pad of his forefinger. She gave a little lurch and a groan.
+He heard his zipper being lowered, felt the freeing of his cock. He was kissing the back of her head and mewing as he moved his hips against her, swaying forward and backward, on the edge of indecision on how much farther this could go.
+""If you're going to do it, do it. It's what you came for,"" she said in what he'd grown to know was her tired, less-than-interested voice.
+It almost cold cocked him. He almost pulled away from her. This was old shit. This was how she had teased and manipulated him before. This was a lot of why he'd been weakened and started giving it at the office.
+She had grasped his cock, though, and was stroking it, stoking the flame.
+""Just don't rip the panties, please. They cost me $20.""
+Sweet and sour, flames and cold water. Now he was remembering. Cost her $20 or cost Chris $20? Again, he started to back off, but she wouldn't relinquish the cock, and her other hand was trapping the hand he was cupping a breast with.
+""Do it, baby. Fuck me,"" she whispered.
+He got her panties pushed down on her thighs, and was inside her, pumping her from behind. The fingers of one hand worked her clit and pressed the root of his cock to maintain the angle he wanted. The other hand squeezed her breasts, his fingers working her nipples. His face was buried into her neck, his tongue licking that familiar mole.
+She made all the right sounds, all the right countermoves, once they were saddled in the old familiar fit. And when he ejaculated, she was right there with him with her orgasm. They had gotten this natural mating act down pat years ago, and once on the bicycle . . .
+They sat, across from each other at the kitchen table afterward, the coffee finally made, each with a steaming cup of it, both looking around everywhere in the kitchen but at each other.
+""You painted the kitchen.""
+""Chris didn't like the old color.""
+""The kids doing OK at school?""
+""Yes, as always, but looking forward to summer. Chris is sending Grace to a soccer clinic and Evan to computer camp for advanced graphics.""
+""I would have paid for that. All you needed do was—""
+""Chris wanted to do it.""
+Then, after a long, uncomfortable—for both of them—pause. ""It was good for you, Gail . . . wasn't it?""
+""Life is good, yes.""
+""No, I mean this . . . just now . . . at the sink.""
+""Yes, Ethan, it was good. You were always good. That's why I left the blinds up this morning . . . why I called you on your cell phone . . . in your car. You were always good, and I was in the mood for it. Thought if we did it this morning, I wouldn't see you out there on Friday mornings anymore.""
+""So, you've seen me out there before?""
+""Nearly every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning for some time, yes.""
+""Tell me, was it good enough? You say you wanted me to come in, that you were in the mood. You getting tired of what Chris can give you?""
+""I said it was good. Not great.""
+""I can do great.""
+""You can certainly try.""
+* * * *
+He fucked her missionary style, with her butt on the foot of the bed and him crouched between her thighs and holding her legs spread wide and raised with fists grasping her ankles. With long experimentation, this had become their ""taking it all"" position. This gave him just the right angle that, with her legs spread wide, he could give her all of the dick. He had a lot to give, and he wanted to give it all to her today.
+He still couldn't believe she'd let all of this go. And maybe that was another reason he'd been showing up here mornings. He was narcissistic enough not to be able to accept she'd made the choice she had. She hadn't fought to keep him. She'd just let him slip away.
+She bucked with him, talked dirty to him, begged him for more and deeper and longer—and another explosion . . . or two . . . or three. It was just like old times. Times when all they had to think about was the now, the fuck, the pleasure, the ""let loose"" of it. When all the rest of that rock disintegrating to dust wasn't intruding.
+Afterward she sat against the headboard, curled into herself, yoga style. Still flexible after all these years. He sat on the edge of the bed, next to the nightstand, feet flat on the floor and hunched over his thighs, He had extracted a package of cigarettes from the nightstand. Just like old times. This was his side of the bed. But not really like old times. These were not his brand of cigarettes. Unless Gail had changed to Virginia Slims, which he highly doubted, they weren't hers either. Must be Chris', he thought. This must be Chris' side of the bed now.
+""Was it great that time?"" he asked. Speaking to the bathroom door on the wall of his side of the bed rather than back at her. ""Was that better?""
+""It was very good, Ethan, yes. But what is it you want me to say? Do you want me to say that you fuck better than Christina does?""
+""Yeah . . . I guess. I still can't understand what it is that she does to you . . . for you."" Christina Landon had been Gail's divorce attorney. Ethan had no idea at what point in the process Gail had turned to her. And, yes, it _had_ torn him up inside.
+""You don't need to know what we do. You only need to know this is her bed now. And, yes, that she does it better than you do.""
+""I don't see how she—""
+""She does it better because she isn't a man. At the time, it was important that I not be touched by a man. You'll have to forgive me if I haven't had time to have a change of heart on that.""
+""Ah, that mumbo jumbo. You going to a shrink and all that. I actually thought it was Gifford, your shrink, you'd turned to.""
+Gail laughed that low, throaty laugh she had, the one that sounded almost contemptuous. ""I wasn't having a Freudian week when I took up with Christina. I just knew she wasn't . . . you . . . that she wasn't any man. Not like the choice you made. Jordan. A law clerk, black, young . . . and a man.""
+After a long pause. ""Is that what it was then, Gail? Paying me back in kind? Chris is a lawyer, and she's young, and she's black—""
+""And she's not a man. I don't know, maybe. It doesn't matter now. The kids adore her, she's a good provider, and she gives me great sex. How about Jordan? Are you still with Jordan?""
+""Yes.""
+""Does he still give you good sex—take great sex from you?""
+""Yes.""
+""Better than me?""
+Ethan didn't answer that. And because he didn't shoot right back with an answer, he didn't have to. God knew he was still head over hills with Jordan in sex. There were none of those little digs Gail had always gotten in, combined with holding just a bit back. The insinuation that so many fucks equaled the BMW in the garage.
+Jordan held nothing back. There were no conditions, no demands, no hints of negotiations when he and Jordan fucked. They had knock-down, drag-out sweaty, all-out sex. All over the apartment. And then they lay in each others' embrace afterward, drinking beer to cool down and laughing and joking. And then they did it again.
+But Ethan wasn't thinking about Jordan. He wanted Gail to free him . . . to admit that their rock had been solid, except for that one fissure . . . that fissure that opened up other fissures, a disintegration neither of them could stop, until it was all dust. Not all his fault. Not by a long shot. All gone but the regret of what they had, what a perfect couple, a perfect family they had been. It had meant a lot to him, how the world perceived them. He wanted Gail to say that Christina had been for revenge, not by preference. He didn't care what she actually believed—he just wanted her to say it.
+""Well, there's that then,"" Gail said with a sigh. Neither moved or said anything for a few minutes. When the tension of the silence was broken, it was Gail who spoke. ""Well, I won't say you aren't good,"" she said, coming closer to him on the bed. Running her hands along his back muscles. He'd toned up since . . . then. Jordan was toned too. They probably gymed together. If anything, Ethan was sexier now than he had been before. Touching that tattoo of a stylized world on his right shoulder blade, a world where everything was beautiful and simple, all of the rocks were smoothly rounded, no sign of a chink . . . rock .. . solid hard rock.
+She snaked her hand around to his lap and grasped his dick, stroking it to where it too, quickly, was rock solid hard again.
+""You want to do it again?"" he asked, in a raspy voice. He was looking around for some place to stub out his cigarette. Christina had left an expensive- looking beaded clutch on the nightstand. With a grim little smile, he ground the lighted end of his Virginia Slims cigarette butt into it—and left it there for Christina maybe to find. Christina had been a fissure that wasn't of his making. Or so he told himself.  
+""Yes,"" she answered in a breathy voice. ""I'll give you one more try."" What the hell, she thought. He really did give her great fucks—always had. A wondrous dick. A good marriage too; it hadn't been her idea to change any of that. He had just been putting it into the wrong places. But she wasn't quite finished getting her pound of flesh for that.
+""In the shower, maybe? You always liked it in the shower.""
+""Sure, why not?"""
+76,F4: The Guildsman,xelliebabex,Chain Stories,2014-05-10,2014-05-10,2022-01-08 03:48:34,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f4-the-guildsman,"Love, lust and heartbreak in an unstable world.","['Fawc', 'Guardian', 'Guild', 'Island', 'King', 'Queen']",4.55,"_(Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. This FAWC was based around the theme of music, with four songs given to choose from. The song that inspired this story was ""Midnight Train to Georgia"" by Gladys Knight and the Pips.)_
+* * * *
+""You have played a dangerous game and lost."" The corpulent King of the North looked down on the youngest and most beautiful of his five wives with a sneer. The daughter of one of his greatest rivals, the Princess Kyelle had been gifted to him as a means to show loyalty to his crown. ""It is disappointing that your father would risk your pretty neck in such a way. Is he so desperate to be king himself that he would gamble with his own child's life?""
+The young woman looked up at him with her tear streaked face, ""Mercy My Lord, please I beg you."" She looked furtively at his right hand where the great sword, lay idle in its sheath. She knew to plead her own innocence would incriminate her more in his eyes than her acceptance of his will. In truth, she had done nothing but try and befriend the other wives by doing their bidding. It was not one of her own birds she had set to flight with a secret message, but it was hard to tell which belonged to whom. All she could do was beg for mercy, not contradict the king, and hope that there was enough doubt on her side to give the reprieve she so desired.
+""Mercy you shall have, little Kyelle,"" the king sat back in his chair. His spies had informed him that she was not to blame but that one of his other wives had set her on the path to her own destruction. He was not vain enough to believe this was done out of jealousy, moreover since the fall of the final southern realm a year ago the threat of civil war loomed even larger on the eastern border.
+This charade with Kyelle, however, needed to be played out to catch the witch who placed her in such a position, in the act of treason. Nothing short of that would warrant her uncontested execution and with so many small annexed countries looking for a reason to revolt and sever ties with the throne he must be careful about whom he gave reason to do just that. He had his eyes firmly set on Lost Amberlei now to secure the pathway to the great eastern continent.
+""Confine her to her quarters,"" he barked at the men who had brought her in, ""And inform the queen that I will see her at my own leisure today."" He waited until the young princess had left the room before turning to his page, ""Inform my son that I wish to see him in council chambers."" With that, he got up and left the room followed by his closest advisors.
+* * * *
+Connor pushed the giggling girl against the hard brick wall of the small room he had taken for the week. Burying his face in her neck, he let a guttural growl roll from his throat as he bit into the place where her shoulder met her neck. His large hands went up to tear at the threadbare cotton of the blouse that was visible above the tight corset and mauled at her breasts. The girl he pinned against the wall was no stranger to love making he knew, but even he was surprised as she hitched up her skirts and raised a leg over his hip grinding her cunt against his groin.
+Pulling on the frayed rope that held his pants in place, he let them fall down and, without bothering with preliminaries, he entered her. The girl was a most enthusiastic partner, and he jammed his hand over her mouth to stifle her squeal of pleasure as he fucked her hard. Losing himself in the moment, he lowered his head and bit her again making her cry out in both pleasure and pain.
+A soft knock at the door had given small warning to the lovers before the pounding began almost matching time with his pounding heart as Connor came into the buxom young wench who cried out one last time before he pushed her away and pulled up his pants. Searching around eagerly Connor dove out of the window as the door splintered open, and the men behind it charged him.
+An hour later he stood in the shadow of a doorway as the night patrol passed by the corner he had been about to turn. He had managed to conceal himself within the rundown bars and brothels near the wharfs for several days gathering information. His mistake had been getting to close to the inn keeper's daughter, in his own defence; she was an adventurous young woman who was no stranger to some of the finer arts of love making. He might have gotten away with the tryst if she hadn't been so enthusiastic. Once again he adjusted the pants he had barely had time to pull up before he was set upon.
+He shivered wishing he had time to grab his cloak as he had dived out of the window and wondered if it was too late to return for it. Connor leaned against the doorway considering his options. He needed to get to the western wharves. Few of the people dwelt near the edges of the stone city for fear of the forest and what dwelt within it. Surrounded by stone walls with heavy gates the only way in and out was via the wharves.
+He stepped lightly out into the side street again making his way towards the shore front. Without the anonymity of his cloak, he felt exposed, as if any who looked at him could see through his shirt to the brand of his homeland. The wharves loomed before him; ships of the north and west lined the dock, he cursed that no independent captain seemed to have made this their port. Given recent events he could not blame them but still he did not relish the idea of a long trek through the forest as hunted prey.
+Keeping to the shadows until he saw a lone sailor staggering along the alleyway, he stepped out and stood in his path. Having the advantage of height and width, he planted his feet then let the drunken sailor run into him before grabbing him in a friendly steadying motion until he righted himself and looked up at Connor through narrowed glassy eyes.
+""Ho, there neighbour, you must have just arrived on that leaky tub to still have your sea legs on,"" Connor said with good humour. ""Let me help you back to your ship.""
+""That'd be right neighbourly of ya, but I think I would like just one more tipple of that spiced wine muck, it improves on the tongue over time ya see and I'm almost t' tha point of liking it."" The drunken sailor chuckled and lurched forward with Connor at his side.
+""You don't seem like a typical sailor, neighbour,"" Connor realized that, like himself, the man was not all that he seemed.
+""And you my friend, are no Northman,"" The would-be sailor looked up at him shrewdly through bleary eyes. ""Come have that tipple of muck with me and maybe we can find some common ground. I think I have a prize that would be worth the risk to you.""
+""What could you possibly offer me aside of your cloak?"" Connor asked with menace in his tone despite being startled by the sailor's words.
+""Georgia,"" the man said shrugging off the northern cloak he wore to reveal the jacket of an independent man. ""Here take it,"" he held the cloak out to Connor. ""That was your original plan, was it not?""
+* * * *
+Walking the deck with the young Prince Regent, Kyelle raised her face to the sun. She had missed the warmer climate of her homeland and the smell of the sea in the air. Unlike the Regents mother who lay below decks bemoaned the feeling that she might die and cursing the king for forcing her to accompany her son on this voyage, Kyelle enjoyed every moment of her pseudo freedom from the rigors of court life.
+She looked forward to visiting the port towns on the island trading post between east and west. The whole point of her accompanying the young prince on this mission was to ensure that their ship would be welcome in both the Western and the Eastern port towns. While no love was lost between the two realms, as the great King annexed each small realm in his own country, the watching eyes of the eastern continent had noted the dangers of a conquering King and the fleet he had begun to amass.
+Kyelle's family had a history interwoven with that of the people of the east. Being a coastal realm they had been amongst the first explorers to venture past the island of Last Amberlei to the east bringing back with them treasures including a young woman of the royal house who would go on to rule with her new husband. This woman was Kyelle's grandmother, who now resided in the eastern port town allowing commerce between the two nations to continue on reasonably friendly terms.
+As the full might of the King's war machine had descended upon their own realm, all of the women of the royal family had attempted to flee the final battle by ship but once stopped in the bay by the king's fleet, only her grandmother who had hidden as a scullery maid had remained on board the independent ship as the rest of the women were arrested and held hostage.
+Her fate was not to return home, and she accepted it as part of being the Lord's daughter and resigned to being gifted to the king by force, made the best of living in the cold northern land. When told she would be banished for a time to Lost Amberlei she had secretly been overjoyed at the idea of sailing again, she had missed being close to the sea.
+""What are the names of the port towns again?"" She quizzed Prince Nikolai.
+""Can't we just have a pleasant walk,"" he sighed. ""I know you didn't deserve this temporary exile, so can we just try and enjoy it?""
+""I am enjoying it Prince Nikolai"" she laughed and went to lean over the rail looking out over the vast expanse of water. ""I had not realised how much I missed the sea."" She looked at him as he came to the rail beside her, ""Still, we are here for a reason, and you cannot insult any of these people; the ports are too important and while they have allegiances to your father they are independent states and you must act accordingly, and show them deference and at the very least remember their names.""
+""Isn't that why you and mother are here? To make sure I don't embarrass father?"" He said petulantly making Kyelle smile.
+""Of course we will help you, but it is your voice they will look to not ours, and especially not mine. They will see me as nothing more than a courtesan. The fifth wife has no power but that of my family's elevation in rank amongst the nobles of the court now that they have shown their loyalty to the crown. You must remember; your father is not King of this realm, they will not bow and scrape before you. Now how will you address their Lord?""
+""It seems odd that a woman close to my own age should be mothering me so, quizzing me on my knowledge of other realms, can we not just be..."" he moved closer his arm brushing against hers, ""Friendlier? Your being a courtesan, and all,"" his voice has deepened to a husky whisper.
+""I may be viewed that way by some,"" Kyelle stepped away, ""but the fact remains that you need to remember I am the wife of your father, the King, not a plaything for his son."" She turned to walk away, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back to face him.
+""Look around you. These are my men on my ship. You would do well to be friendly at this point,"" He sneered, and she saw not for the first time his father's menacing ambition in his eyes. Fear welled up in her, and her eyes darted for a means of escape. The ship suddenly rolled and banked sharply causing the prince regent and several of his men to lose their footing. Kyelle looked up at the old captain of their ship who had been watching her and nodded imperceptibly, then she took the opportunity to disappear below decks to the relative safety of the Queen's cabin.
+* * * *
+Connor recovered quickly from his surprise; he had not expected his contact to be dressed as a northern sailor but then again he had not known what to expect from the small message he had received tied to the leg of an owl, ""Meet. Lost Amberlei. Before full moon."" The owls were used by only one clandestine network and while he was now seen as an independent adventurer, he had always been tied to the guild. He had joined the ranks of the now deposed southern Lord and had been there for the last big battle and the ultimate capitulation before making his way back to Lost Amberlei.
+Brave to the point of stupidity and showing intelligence and maturity beyond his years he had rapidly grown through the ranks of his homelands special- forces, and been the youngest inductee to the guild. Even with his great skill, somehow though this wizened old sailor had fooled him, and he looked upon the man with new eyes as he pulled the dark cape over his shoulders.
+Placing a hand in a show of camaraderie over the man's shoulders he spoke with a slight slur to his voice, ""I knew a girl by that name once, a bawdy wench she was too, could dance with the grace of a hippopotamus wading in mud!""
+""Ah, I know just the wench, she in a port out of... no, no, no, let me get it,"" the old man laughed as they staggered forward towards the door of an overcrowded tavern. With drinks in hand and ribald laughter they carried on a conversation about the plump dancing wenches of some unknown tavern in some unknown town, in the north. All the while their hands and fingers moved as if animating their stories, but they spoke instead in the secret language of the guild, the man opposite Connor was obviously a master and as he realised the depth of his companions instructions he believed this may be his chance for immortality.
+If this daring plan failed, his life would be forfeit, and he realised at that moment that to the guild he was expendable but should the plan succeed, the infamy of his deeds would be told in history books. Wasn't this why he had enlisted so many years ago, for fame and fortune, rather than the drudgery of working on the farm with his father and brothers? He had only days to act, and he was not sure if it would be enough time for his own plan to work.
+* * * *
+Kyelle had stayed with the ailing Queen for the rest of the voyage. The young Prince Regent's intentions having been made abundantly clear and the fact that his men had seemed to all but ignore the fact that he had grabbed her so roughly, even if they hadn't heard the conversation preceding it, made her very wary about finding herself alone in his company again. She longed to be up on the deck, and she wished she could have thanked the captain for his fortuitous intervention if it was indeed an effort to assist her.
+Perhaps she was being too vain. Perhaps it was just coincidence that the ship had rolled at just the right time, perhaps she should be thanking the Gods. She wasn't truly sure which God she believed in anymore, so she thanked them all, just in case.
+The Prince had become surly about her absence above deck, but the histrionics of the Queen as she wallowed in self-pity about the roll and pitch of the sea saved Kyelle from having to leave her side. Moreover, she demanded the young woman attend her rather than her own servants.
+""He is his father's son,"" the Queen murmured on a calm day when she had managed to sustain a little broth and bread in her ever queasy stomach, ""You do well to resist him."" She had laughed when Kyelle had gasped in shock, ""You and I have never been what one would call friends, so what else could explain such devotion as to attend my sick bed day after cursed day on this barge."" She sat up straighter in her bed and surveyed the girl.
+""In truth, I have felt much better the last two days but I do not wish to see that vast expanse of water, it is frightening to know there is no land in sight,"" she smiled and patted the bed. ""It seems for good or ill, you and I have been shipped off to the relative safety from the storm that brews in the capital. Skirmishes were brewing in the west and south at the last I heard, before we left. I guess it is too much to hope you really were spying or involved in court politics enough to entertain me with idle gossip,"" she sighed, ""So tell me which of the witches we call sister wives put you up to sending the bird with the coded message."" She laughed again at the expression of shock on Kyelle's face.
+Over the following days, the two women bonded in a way neither had quite expected, sharing their experiences with the King and the court. The Queen had aspirations for her son, and they did not include being exiled because the young Prince defiled the King's pretty young trophy wife. The King was a very territorial man, sharing little even with those he professed to love. Paranoid and ruthless only a handful of trusted advisors knew him well, and they walked a precarious path to great wealth with the conquering King of the north.
+The Queen took to asking her son to read to her in the early afternoon and instructed Kyelle to take fresh air up on deck during that time. Kyelle had worried in the beginning that there may be some plot afoot, but the Prince had begun to treat her more courteously from that first day of reading to his mother and she relaxed enough to enjoy her time in the fresh sea air. The captain seemed to watch her from a distance but never spoke to her directly. He nodded in deference if she caught his eye and smiled at him.
+She wondered at the man and considered if it were only in her imagination that he had heroically saved her from the Prince. She felt there was something oddly familiar about him but could not quite place it. He looked as most sailors did; his weather beaten skin was brown and creased with deep lines; his sky blue eyes seemed to see everything all at once and, without even turning his head, he could yell at a man behind him who was slacking in his duties. His mouth though always seemed to quirk as if some mischievous secret laughter was held just a breath from escaping.
+She approached him after discussing the man with the Queen and said tentatively, ""The first Queen wishes me to convey her gratitude that you have found calmer waters of late to sail us through.""
+""Aye, the Gods seem to have heard her prayers,"" he said in his lilting brogue.
+""A southerner!"" Kyelle said, astonished that a southern man would be captain of the King's finest vessel.
+""Aye Majesty,"" he nodded not furthering the conversation.
+""How long do you think until we reach Lost Amberlei?"" She was keen to hear him talk the accent almost feeling foreign to her even after only year in the King's palace.
+""Hmm,"" he looked up and scratched at his beard, ""we should see L.A. day after next if we don't find any troubled waters.""
+""That's wonderful news, thank you, Captain,"" she smiled broadly, ""The Queen will be most happy. Thank you, again, Captain.""
+* * * *
+Connor walked softly picking his path with care. He knew he was no more welcome in this forest than any other of his kind, but he had spent time here once shortly after arriving on the island and he had survived. If the plan of the guild was to succeed then he would need the help of the islands mysterious natives.
+Appearing on the beach some decades before, explorers of the north had stopped on the small island between the two larger continents in an attempt to find a fresh water supply that would aid them in their journey. They had found a peace loving people who helped and guided them as well as traded some of the lush, warm pelts of the forest animals for tools and trinkets.
+Keen to explore the island, they had sailed around it and traversed it mapping it carefully as they stayed relatively close to the beaches and only ventured into the dense forests with guides. The initial contact between the peoples had been harmonious and beneficial to both. In time though and with the explorers knowledge of other lands and cultures, merchants began to travel the sea routes set out for them by early explorers, stopping at the sheltered beach near a freshwater spring.
+All the while the guardians of the forest and its peoples had watched from a distance, wary of the newcomers and sensing the threat these men brought with them. In practised silence, they had shadowed the men, noting the scents, looks and sounds of the guttural noises they made.  
+Men either shipwrecked or left behind began to build structures, initially with drift wood or broken timbers from scuttled ships, eventually moved into the forests to source their needs. They had begun to clear the forest slowly at first, almost imperceptibly, but then with increasing speed as more people arrived. The foreigners sent parties of exploration into the surrounding forest who upon meeting some of the more forward men and women of the local tribes had acted with sheer force and brutality decimating small villages close to the burgeoning city.
+The retribution of the forest guardians had been swift and just as brutal, surprise being their main weapon they had taken no captives and moved on to the city with a speed only the guardians could maintain leaving their less gifted clan to clean up the bloody trail they left in their wake. Fiercely protective of their land and their peoples the guardians had left some few of the foreigners alive to leave the shores and tell their tale.
+Connor believed he understood the people, they worshipped nature, took only what they needed from the land and cared for the forest and the creatures it housed. He found what he had been looking for and using the broken limb of a tree sprung the trap that had been set to capture the more adventurous of the townspeople, then sat back and waited.
+""Did you bring me sweets?"" the soft melodic voice sounded directly behind him. It shouldn't have surprised him that he hadn't heard her approach, but he jumped slightly in surprise, making the tall, dark woman laugh.
+""Of course, I would not dare come without,"" he took one piece of the sweet fudge from his pocket and held it out on his palm in offering.
+""Only one?"" The woman queried, ""Perhaps I should search you."" A slow lascivious smile crossed her face. Connor had played the mating game of hunter and prey with the guardians before. He knew that to run was to court the woman's excitement, so he stared back at her unmoving.
+""I need to talk with Oriah,"" he said evenly his heart hammering in his chest, ""Then I will play with you and you can have all the sweets you find.""
+""You're no fun anymore Connor,"" she stepped from the shadows to take the treat with a sulky pout. ""You have got fat and lazy,"" she eyed him critically.
+""Don't look so glum, Odine. If Oriah deigns to help me, I will bring you some fit young men to play with who will stand in awe of your prowess,"" he smirked seeing her preen at the compliment.
+""Keep up then, you look like you couldn't out run a child,"" Odine turned and began to jog through the trees with Connor hot on her heels.
+* * * *
+When the island of Lost Amberlei came clearly into sight several days later, the Captain dropped the anchor swiftly bring the Prince Regent up on deck in a burst of speed fuelled by anger. From their position directly below the deck on which the Captain stood the two Queens could hear the exchange between the two men quite clearly.
+""Why have you dropped anchor?"" The Prince demanded in a screeching burst of noise, ""L.A. is just there!"" he gestured wildly toward the not too distant island.
+""Well now you see,"" the captain drawled and poked up at the afternoon sun. ""The sun be long gone before we get that far 'n' none of them there Lords would be down the docks to greet you and your good mother. Best we go in on the morning tides, don't you think? Make them greet you, all proper like.""
+""They will come because I am their Regent!"" The Prince said pompously.
+""Your father may be King of all the land to the west of here, but these men are privateers. They allow you to hold court here because it suits them. Because you are the son of the King, just as they do for the Kings of the east. These are calculating men; you will get nowhere fast if you expect them to play your game of thrones."" The man gave his unsolicited advice.
+""My mother the Queen, longs for the feel of solid land beneath her feet, you will continue on our journey and reach land as soon as possible,"" the Prince refused to back down and let the captain best him. There was a slight cough behind him and one of his mother's men stepped forward.
+""If you would excuse my interruption, your Majesty,"" he said with due respect, ""The Queen sends her gratitude for your fore-thought of a small rest so she may prepare herself properly to meet the Leaders of Lost Amberlei with all the grandeur and ceremony that should befit the family of the great King of the north."" He paused briefly as the Prince gaped at him. ""She further requests that her son attends her to discuss the appropriate decorum for such an occasion.""
+""I will be back,"" the now surly Prince addressed the captain and stalked below decks not waiting to see the captain touch his forehead and give a half bow. It was not lost on Kyelle, however, as she appeared on deck a moment before the Prince disappeared below. The haste with which all the sailors worked to secure the ship for the evening was astonishing to her as almost unseen, she walked to the aft and stared out over the rail towards the west hoping she would be able to stay long enough to see the sky change colour with the setting sun.
+Losing herself in thoughts of her homeland, and her younger years spent in the cliff top palace of her family, the time floated past her, and she gazed on the orange and pink horizon. She was glad that the Queen had seen fit to curtail her son's bad manners. She was so caught up in her memories of sunsets over the sea that she almost didn't notice the small boat drift away from the ship as the evening darkened. It silently moved through the water, the expert oarsman dipping and swinging the wooden paddles through the water without a sound.
+""Majesty,"" the captain appeared beside Kyelle making her jump.
+""Oh Captain, I am so sorry I was so lost in thought, I haven't enjoyed a sunset so much in over a year,"" Kyelle was unsure if the small boat carried stowaways or forerunners to alert the people of the island on their imminent arrival but she decided that the all-seeing captain would have known, he missed nothing that happened aboard his ship, so she feigned ignorance.
+""Red sky at night, sailors delight,"" he quoted the old fisherman's tale making her smile. ""May I escort you down to dinner, your Majesty?"" he offered his arm and they slowly walked back toward the royal apartments without a backwards glance.
+* * * **
+Connor had seen the distant flare sail through the night sky last night, and as he made his way back to the township he saw the signal sail through the night sky again close enough to let him know the ship would arrive in the morning. The suspicious guardians saw the bright arcs as an omen of things to come and gave him an escort back through the dark forest to meet his destiny.
+Oriah, oracle to the guardians had thrown her bones and deemed his request worthy of her peoples assistance. While the matriarch of the guardians enjoyed sporting with Connor the real power of the people lay with their oracles and Oriah distrusted all outsiders. It had taken all of Connors powers of persuasion to get her to even hear his request.
+He had appealed to their protective instincts explaining that the conquering King had taken the last bastion of freedom in the west and now set his sights on Lost Amberlei. He told them that the King was sending his wife and his son as a precursor to his mighty army to take their island from their control and use it as a stepping stone to the east.
+The richer more culturally aware Kings of the east had no such intentions. In fact, they loathed the idea of war and required only their own small trading port on the island, gifted to them by the guardians. The east would do nothing to aid the island unless they themselves were threatened. As much as they enjoyed the trade pact with the west their economy was not driven by it, and they were just as happy to shut their borders to the west should the west win the island.
+Connor cringed inwardly as Oriah had weighed his words using the gifts of prophecy and premonition. In truth, the east had sent the guild many years past to infiltrate the west. It suited them to ensure instability in the region, the populous west were a war mongering people, and if they united under one banner they would be unstoppable much as the King was now except that he did not rule a truly united land and the guild had plans in place now to bring his empire down around his ears.
+Oriah had weighed his words and judged him using the ancient bones and rainforest magic of her people. The threat itself was deemed real and Connor, despite Oriah's misgivings, was given audience with the high council or at least the guardians version of it. Plans were made, and Connor was sent back to his people to make his own preparations.
+The forest finally thinned and his escorted faded into the background as she stealthily approached the wall and scaled with practised ease. He made his way quickly down along the wharf front to a nondescript hovel in cheap side. An elderly looking sailor sat in a chair on the rotting porch, and Connor greeted him his fingers working in practised gestures, to relate who he truly was and the man offered him a tipple of muck loudly inviting him inside.
+The small room seemed crowded, and each man looked up as Connor entered as if expecting him. Younger than most of the guild that were assembled in the room he felt as if he was a recalcitrant child who was being scolded for tardiness regardless of being well past thirty now. He did not realise that tales of his heroism and skill had circulated not only amongst those who knew him in the years he had been in the west but beyond to the borders of his own country. Despite his age, the men assembled looked to him as a leader in this quest to halt the conquering King in his tracks and reverse his fortunes.
+By dawns early light the last of the owls had winged their way toward the coastal villages of the west, the time and date set for action. Connor got up to leave, and one of the men stood and moved toward to doorway with him.
+""I will walk with you a while,"" he said as he held the door open for Connor. It wasn't a request; it was a statement and he nodded slightly as he stepped out into the early light. ""It is a shame that when we embrace our destiny we have to leave all that we love behind, and they must disown us, is it not? To accept a guild in place of our own blood ties can sometimes bring a man to memory and melancholia.""
+""Indeed,"" Connor said, ""but it is best for all.""
+""Yes, indeed,"" he smiled, ""I happened to be down in the small province of Wayland a while back, all that rich farming land its quite the peaceful place,"" he looked over at Connor for some reaction but got none. ""I was a Waylander once upon a time, in another life. I was considering returning home to retire as it were. I ran into my sister there, Georgia, a beautiful woman, married a farmer out by the willow road, but she wears an empty locket and an air of sadness about her, despite her happy marriage.""
+At that Connor did falter in his stoicism, looking up at the man who had disclosed his relationship to Connor could only assume was his mother. He had not known he had an uncle in the guild, but then how could he have? His uncle would have left before Connor was born in all likelihood. He ached to know of his mother and family, but it wasn't the way of the guild, so he said nothing, letting the man talk on.
+""She didn't know me of course, I asked for directions to the local blacksmith. Seems her daughter is married to him now, another beautiful woman,"" he smiled. ""If I had ever found a girl half as sweet I may have given up my life in the guild and settled down, in such a safe, idyllic place. How about you? Ever considered giving up the life of a vagabond?""
+""There was a girl once,"" Connor said wistfully, ""My chest hurt and I could barely breathe every time I looked at her, but she was always well outside my reach. What could I ever offer a Princess but a life of hardship? I have no fame or fortune, no career that would be suitable for a wife and children.""
+""A Princess, well now, it is always good to have lofty dreams,"" Angus chuckled to cover his surprise at the young man's modesty. The reward for information on the mysterious rebel leader of the western realms was exceedingly high, and he didn't even realise it was him they sought. He had probably been so busy moving from place to place and setting fires with his actions that he would not have seen the trail of bounty hunters that greedily followed him.
+His deeds were legend in no less than six of the twelve realms, and a bounty was on his head in each. Angus had been surprised to find him alive and still seemingly undetected by any but the most astute of the guild. Admittedly meeting him in person was very underwhelming in comparison to the legend that was Connor Coor. He had no band of men with him, and he did not seek leadership and his soft voice and gentle smile belied his intelligence and ruthless fighting skill.
+""Perhaps one day you will be King of your own castle with your Princess by your side,"" he looked meaningfully towards the east where the newly risen sun was hovering just above the horizon. ""Perhaps one day you will return to your home and the peaceful rustic life, like that of a Waylander. Too many mothers wear empty lockets and mourn those that are no more.""
+""Alas Kyelle's beauty drew her north to be squirrelled away with the King's treasures. No, brother, I will be content with my life, as it is now. I am not the type to take up the plough or hoe,"" Connor said without a trace of bitterness or sadness. ""There is much to do on this day of days,"" he took the man's hand and leaned forward to clap his other shoulder and in a low voice murmured, ""It is good to know you Uncle, thank you for the news.""
+* * * *
+Kyelle was excited, but she tried not to let it show. She had first visited Lost Amberlei as a small girl with her father. He had let her ride on his shoulder through the town square, and she remembered the colour and bustle of the multicultural place. An independent nation, the town had its ties firmly in the west as did the city of Nomads Yen on the other side of the island had its ties firmly in the east.
+She smiled thinking of her father and how much she missed him. She did not blame him for giving her up to the King, she always knew that marriage for her would never be about love but that of alliances. She reasoned that becoming the fifth wife to King himself was not such a bad thing if it kept her family safe and as caretakers of her homeland.
+Resigned to her fate now, she took whatever small pleasures life offered her, and this was surely one of them. She walked in a slow procession down the gangplank following the first Queen and her son. She knew that no one would bother watching her when the Queen looked every inch of royalty and the Prince decked out in his finest robes escorting he,r so she happily looked around at the sea of faces that had gathered to greet them at the dock.
+Her eyes locked momentarily with that of a seaman in the crowd; recognition flowed through her, but she blinked not believing what she saw, and the man had looked away. His hat was pulled low, and the collar of his jacket was pulled up so she couldn't be sure of whom it was, only that dark eyes had held a tinge of familiarity for her.
+She lost sight of him as the procession moved at a stately pace to the heart of the town and the welcome of the city leaders, and she had not even had time to ask her escort what country he might be from. His face though stayed in her mind those dark eyes staring at her as she tried to puzzle it out.
+Trying to remember she was a Queen now she smiled and waved to those in the crowd still looking at faces hoping to see something familiar from home, a cousin or uncle that might have escaped the aftermath of the Kings vengeance, but the only moment of familiarity, had been the curious sailor in the crowd.
+She mounted the stairs to the central town hall to make the official greetings of the town leaders. Each a self-proclaimed independent man, having no allegiance to any one realm the leaders of this town had their economy bound up in the trade routes of the western realms and ultimately to the conquering King now.
+With all the ceremony due to royalty, the leaders had stood inline and allowed the royal party to file past them in introductions and enter the great hall first. Angus Kur smiled as he took the young Queens hands and looked into her eyes, ""I had been told of your beauty Princess Kyelle but not until I beheld it myself did I believe its truth.""
+""Thank you,"" she stammered as she looked up into the dark eyes of the town leader. Almost the same eyes as those she had seen in the crowd and once again the feeling of familiarity came over her. Blushing she asked, ""Have we not met before this day?""
+""No, Princess or I would have remembered such beauty,"" Angus bowed slightly before her.
+""Your eyes seem so... and I thought I saw..."" she shook her head ""I am confused, please forgive me.""
+""Perhaps you have met my nephew, he spent some time in your fathers realm a few years ago before the great battle. He was a friend to your father; I believe,"" he said patting her hand reassuringly but speaking in low tones.
+Kyelle tilted her head and thought, like a bolt of lightning the memory emerged, and she immediately realised why this man talked in such hushed tones, Connor! Could it have been him she saw in the crowd? She had thought him dead in one of his impossible raids on the enemy lines during the last big battle before her father capitulated. She longed to ask but saw that she was holding up the proceedings and moved along the line of people.
+Throughout the ceremony, she tried to find a moment to speak quietly with the man who had called her Princess but it was not to be. The Queen resolutely kept Kyelle by her side, and Angus kept his distance not wanting anyone within the room to question his motives until he had had the chance to speak with Connor. It had taken years of political skulduggery to gain his position within this town and, with the looming battles ahead, it was worth the price they might have to pay to save the girl from her fate.
+As the royal women moved to take their leave of the celebrations, Angus boldly approached them. ""Perhaps while the first Queen and her son are meeting with the town leaders tomorrow, you would allow my men to escort the Princess Kyelle through the market square to purchase anything you have need of during your stay here,"" he addressed the Queen formally.
+""I do not think that would be wise, though your offer is generous, we must decline,"" the Queen said stiffly. ""Her husband, the King, would not like Queen Kyelle to put herself in danger I am sure."" She rebuked the man for calling Kyelle Princess.
+""Then perhaps when the Kings men are available I will be able to offer my services as a guide to both his Queens,"" he smiled accepting the refusal with a counter offer.
+""We shall see if time permits,"" the Queen then turned and walked away offering no chance for another offer.
+* * * *
+Connor's heart stopped as he saw Kyelle join the procession coming down the gangplank. He had expected only the Prince Regent and his mother. She looked as beautiful as ever, possibly more so in his eyes as she gazed out over the crowd smiling and waving. She looked happy, and his stomach knotted that, for the second time, he would have a hand in destroying the world as she knew it.
+His mind flew back in time, and he cursed that he had not been fast enough, strong enough, smart enough to disable the trebuchet's before they had hurled the boulders at the walls of the castle holding the final Lord of the realm and his family. He had set two on fire and dismantled the third before realising there were too many that had already began the destruction and being behind enemy lines with no hope of reinforcement for his small troop of warriors they had fought their way clear to the coast and a waiting boat.  
+Through the spyglass, he had seen the ultimate surrender as the walls crumbled under the onslaught. He and his companions had dressed in battered old armour and milled around with the crowd as the King had taken the Lords right hand and left foot from his body, cauterising the wounds immediately and sending doctors to ensure the man didn't die.
+As was his way, he liked to leave a living reminder of what happened to people who defied him. The King had left with his pledge of allegiance from the Lord and his family, the gold held in the treasury and Kyelle. Heartbroken that not only the last bastion of freedom in the west had fallen but also at the loss of a girl he had held within his heart; Connor had left the same day setting course for Lost Amberlei.
+Several times he had thought to go after her, save her from her fate, but it was a suicide mission and he would receive no help from the guild. Having a wife and family meant leaving the fraternal network, and they would not take his risking their lives only to leave them with less than they had before, even to put a thorn into the Kings side. He also didn't want to risk retribution on the deposed Lord and his family whom he had grown close to over the years he had served them. They were good people and good to their people, like so many of the ruling families he had fought with and failed.
+Their eyes had locked for a moment, and recognition had flowed between them. She blinked, and he had taken that moment of severed contact to look away. His stomach in knots and his mind racing with plans on how he could save her, he had watched the small procession pass before wandering back along the wharves to one of the safehouses. There had to be a way to save her even if he could never tell her how he felt, perhaps the plan to assassinate each member of the Royal Family was too harsh. He knew that to get an agreement from some of the Lords in the realms it had to be this way but he had not considered that the King had married Kyelle or that she would be happy in her life with him.
+He cursed himself again. He had been a fool to believe the King would not want to keep her beauty for himself. As a mistress, she was fair game to anyone in his court but as his wife she was his alone and he was a pretentious peacock who could not help, but flaunt the treasures he stole from the realms. Connor sat heavily and poured himself a mug of spiced wine.
+Downing the drunk quickly and with a sour taste in his mouth he walked down to the docks. He wandered seemingly aimless until he found himself in front of the ship that had brought the Royal party. Lost in thought he was surprised when a weather lined sailor came down from the ship saying loudly, ""Can ye tell me where I can find me some golden ale, friend."" As he spoke his fingers twitched and Connor raised an eyebrow in surprise.
+""The ale in these parts does not travel well, but there is some spiced wine that is drinkable if you're in need,"" Connor spoke as his fingers and gestures told the story of who he was. ""Come friend, I'll show you the way, so those sea legs don't take you astray.""
+""Aye laddie, it's been a long voyage in more ways than one,"" he grumbled good- naturedly.
+They spent an hour or so talking about the captains voyage and the plans of the guild which the captain knew more about than Connor had given him credit for. Connor resisted the urge to quiz him about Kyelle when her name was raised in relation to the Regent and how she had spurned his advances. Connor was pleased that she had not become a plaything for father and son and that she still held herself as a lady, showing her cleverness at befriending the first Queen.
+""Come on Cinderella, your fairy godmother has arrived,"" a big man burst into the room and threw some livery at Connor with a deep chuckle. ""Angus sent me, says there's something you need to see.""
+""I saw the Royal party down at the docks,"" Connor emptied his mug and looked at the livery with a scowl.
+""I dunno about that; they retired for the night an hour ago so I doubt you will be looking at them,"" the big man said with a shrug, ""C'mon, get ya fancy pants on I wanna get back.""
+Connor groaned but stood and tore off his rough shirt and breeches replacing them with the livery of a town hall guard while the big man waxed lyrical about the charms of a certain kitchen wench he had met at the celebrations.
+Arriving at the hall the two men marched inside and reported to the Captain of the Guards office. Unsurprised Connor greeted Angus with a curt bow, ""Reporting for duty, Sir.""
+""Excellent! Thank you Cooper,"" he nodded to the big man in dismissal and waited until the door closed after him. ""Seems your Princess is not as far out of your reach as you first thought,"" he smiled at Connor.
+""May as well be now,"" Connor was surly, ""she did not even know of my existence in her father's army I am sure. We never spoke. I admire her from a distance; that is all. There is no great love story here, certainly nothing to justify endangering so much planning.""
+""If I could go back and redo that one pivotal moment in my life that one chance I had for happiness, I would. This is the girl that takes your very ability to breathe away, and I am not going to allow you to end up old and alone like me, even my sister treats me as a stranger. Let me tell you, at my age having lived longer than most in our profession, it's a lonely end I see in my future,"" he shook his head as if clearing dark thoughts. ""So we need a new plan or at least a small adjustment to the plan we have.""
+* * * *
+Kyelle walked around the spacious suite she had been given once again, sheer boredom making her search once again for anything that could be used as a distraction. There wasn't even a book in sight. She wondered if this great hall had a library she could lose herself in for an hour or two and decided to ask her hosts. Opening her door, she was immediately accosted by two men in the livery of town guards. She faltered and stared at them silently seeing only the uniforms and feeling like a prisoner rather than a guest.
+""Do you need something, Majesty?"" One of the guards prompted her, and she looked up into familiar dark eyes. Unsure of his position here because of the bounty on his head she said nothing at first. ""Majesty?"" he prompted her again as she stood staring and speechless.
+""I was wondering if one of the leaders might have some books I could borrow, please,"" she spoke softly unsure if she would be allowed to walk the hall without the first Queen or Prince Regent.
+""I will ask for you and perhaps I could bring you a selection of books, Majesty,"" The man beside the first guard offered. He was bored and could use the distraction if only for a few minutes. He was dressed in the Royal livery of the Kings men, but she didn't know his face.
+""That would be wonderful thank you, kind Sir,"" she smiled sweetly and closed the door again. Pacing the room again for several long minutes until she was sure the first man had left, Kyelle opened her door again. ""I think I saw a mouse!"" She said breathlessly ""could you check for me please? Over there under the divan."" She pointed the way inside.
+Leaving the door open wide so as not to compromise her reputation, Connor stepped into the suite and crossed to the divan. After a thorough search, he stood and faced her, ""We don't really get mice here on the island, and the water-rats tend to confine themselves to the docks are you sure it was not a spider?"" A small smile curled his lip at the look of horror on her face.
+""Do you have spiders that big here?"" she was aghast.
+""Not often, Majesty, but it is more likely than a mouse,"" he explained. He watched as she took a few steps closer to him until they were barely an arm's length apart.
+""I know who you are,"" she said in a voice so quiet that he had to strain to hear her. ""The King does not believe you are dead and has doubled the bounty each season that passes. You must leave and go east."" She said with some urgency.
+It was Connor's turn to be surprised. He had not thought she would have known him. They had never spoken directly through all his time in her father's house and at his right hand. ""I think you are mistaken Majesty,"" he said equally softly.
+""No Connor, I am not,"" she said clearly, ""Along with the bounty your legendary deeds grow each season, you give hope to the realms that still wish to fight on. The King is not pleased, the Queen thinks it is why we have been sent on this journey rather than my exile alone.""
+""You have been exiled? By the King?"" It was incomprehensible to Connor that she could have done anything to deserve such a fate.
+""With small rebellions popping up everywhere, he could hardly execute me at the moment and give the people a second martyr,"" she shook her head. ""The first Queen is a very intelligent woman, however, and she believes rightly that I was placed in an untenable position by another and that we have been sent to a place of safety while he puts down the civil unrest in the capital.""
+""You seemed so happy,"" Connor was puzzled by her words, ""when you arrived I mean, no one would guess there was trouble within the palace."" He needed to talk to the guild and find the truth of her words.
+""Appearances are not all they seem,"" she indicated his livery. ""You must go Connor, if the Prince Regent or first Queen recognise you, your life will be forfeit. My father loved you Connor as much as a son I dare say; he knew you were there in the crowd on the day of his unmanning, it gave him strength to know all was not lost and that rebels survived the day."" Once she had begun talking of home it seemed she could not stop, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears. ""Why are you here Connor guarding the lowest wife of your enemy? You barely even knew I was alive in my father's court, even when I placed myself in your path you would side step me.""
+Connor looked at her in confusion. His mind raced with all she had said. Treason? Exile? Had she tried to know him better in her father court? He rarely attended any celebrations that she was at; he had no idea of what she was talking about; she was the one that that was always out of his reach.
+""This is not a conversation for now,"" he said in a low murmur looking toward the door. ""I am not the hero you paint me as, I admired your father he was a good and just man and he had right on his side when he went against the King. I would fight for him still..."" He looked into her glassy eyes ""We each have our parts to play now, be ready for yours it will come soon. Be brave and know I will be watching."" He turned and left the room closing the door firmly behind him, leaving her as confused as he felt.
+* * * *
+Kyelle did not see Connor again over the following days though she felt somewhat comforted that the hero of her homeland was watching over her somehow. There was little do in the township of Lost Amberlei; it had little history, one market square and only a small group who were deemed worthy to attend the Royal Court such as it was.
+On the fourth day, she woke with an air of expectation, both the Prince and Kyelle had worked very hard at convincing the Queen to visit the town on the other side of the island to strengthen their ties with the east. The town leader Angus had offered them the use of his sleek sloop which would halve the travelling time and the Queen reluctantly agreed.
+The voyage had taken a little under an hour, and Kyelle loved the rustic charm of the town of Nomad's Yen. The people who had made this place home differed very little from those of the west and they found that rather than exotic curios and food they were faced with a similar assortment of wares as available in Lost Amberlei. In all Kyelle was quite disappointed until she found an artisan who worked with brilliant purple stones. The detail of his work was so finely crafted and the settings different from the style currently worn in court that she stayed some time studying every item and praising the creators.
+The Prince in a small act of retribution for her denial of his advances had refused to purchase any of the stones for her and dejected she had finally left the stall. They had enjoyed a banquet lunch with the town leaders and returned to Lost Amberlei or L.A. as she had begun to call it now on the late afternoon tide.
+She had dined with the first Queen in her suite that evening upon their return, the Queen feeling too exhausted to make an appearance at the evening banquet. The Queen had made excuses once again for her son's poor behaviour toward her, sighting that he was young and rash like his father was once. Kyelle as always looked at the positives in the situation and reminded herself that it was a wonderful day for sailing and exploring, and she had enjoyed herself for the most part.
+She retired to her rooms and allowed her maid to help her undress and slip into a night dress before dismissing her. Like the first Queen the sea air had made her exhausted and she pulled her hair loose not bothering to plait it before she slid between the sheets falling into a deep sleep.
+Assisted by strategically placed brothers Connor stole into the young Queens room in the quiet of the early morning darkness. He stood for some time looking down on the beautiful woman who had so captured his heart. Her hair fanned out around her face, and he wanted nothing more at that moment than to slide between the sheets and be with her, tell her of his love for her, hold her and make her his. It could not be though; his was not a world she could understand or that he could give up so easily.
+He left the small parcel on her pillow and bent to brush his lips over her forehead, making her stir but not wake. He smiled as the small sleepy noise she made and turned leaving her room and walking out of the town hall before his impulsiveness got the better of him and destroyed the well prepared plans of the guild.
+He had thought long and hard since seeing her that first day about what he could and would do to protect her and help her get the life she deserved and finally he and Angus had come up with a way to do that. They would help her get to a realm that neighboured her own homeland where her sister now lived. She and her husband would protect Kyelle's identity and keep her safe from those who wish the King's whole family wiped from the earth. It had to be this way; she was royalty and deserved a life of privilege, not the life of a wandering vagabonds wife.
+He had spent days framing the words of his note, and he was glad he had told her at last how he felt though nothing good could come it. He could only pray now that she would follow his instructions so he could safely get her out of harm's way.
+* * * *
+Kyelle stared at the letter reading it for the third time.
+""Princess Kyelle, Please accept this token of my adoration for you. The many years I spent in your fathers court were some of the happiest of my life, for it is there I first saw you and watched you from afar. If I were to ever give up my vagabond existence, it would be for a woman like you. But I am not the hero of legend, and I have no fortune or fame, there is nothing I can offer you to compare to the riches that should by right be yours. Please heed my warnings and follow my instructions, look to the east for a new moon, on that night during the evening banquet eat and drink nothing, take fresh fruit to your room and wash it thoroughly if you must eat something. Wear the amulet I have given you as you sleep, it will ward off the evil that comes and keep you safe. Yours C""
+She held up the necklace that held an amulet studded with the purple stones she had seen in the market the day before; its centrepiece though was an amazingly bright blue stone the likes of which she had never seen before. She slipped the gold chain over her neck and let it hang down between her breasts. It was truly beautiful, and she read the letter once more.
+She struggled to make sense of its meaning. Did he love her? Did he think himself unworthy of her because he was not rich or high born? Did he not realise just how heroic he was not only in her own realm but in others. If he chose to he could demand riches from any of the Lords if they still had it to give. He was a fugitive from the Kings bounty hunters though, and that meant a life on the run or fleeing eastward to make his mark.
+She wished she had a way of finding him; she knew she would recognise him now if she saw him in a crowd. Formulating a plan of her own she got dressed rapidly and went to tend the first Queen. More relaxed than in the first days the Queen was in good humour as everyone fawned over her and gave her every privilege on the island. For it was like ruling a mini kingdom as her son swanned about pretending to be interested in the affairs of trade pacts with various realms in the east.
+""I have asked nothing since we arrived, but I was wondering if today I might go to the market and see if I can find a jeweller who could procure some of those lovely purple gems we saw yesterday. Imagine how jealous the other wives will be when we return, you could perhaps have them added to your royal crown,"" Kyelle appealed to the first Queen's vanity. ""I am sure Leader Angus and his men would escort me so as not to leave you and the Prince Regent at a loss. I am after all nothing but the fifth and lowest of the Kings wives; no one would want to harm me, and I have nothing to make me valuable as a hostage.""
+""Of course you are valuable, I couldn't have survived that voyage without you and despite my strong words of warning Prince Hametus is still drawn to your youthful prettiness,"" the Queen said condescendingly. ""It is true Raewynn will be intensely jealous of those gems; she thinks her crown is so much better than mine because it was made by the dwarves of Mount Glorious; I think you should go and find some for me after all. I will see Angus and instruct him as much.""
+The Queen continued on a diatribe about the amount of time it took to rule even a small island such as this. She took it as her right to be the ruler as mother of the Prince Regent and first wife of the King and as always Kyelle offered her services to the Queen lacking in substance as they were but lapsed into silence allowing the Queen to complain about the role she clearly enjoyed immensely.
+It was only minutes since she had sent an invitation to Leader Angus to attend her suites that he arrived with a polite knock at the door and a brief introduction by the Queen's companion. He smiled at Kyelle upon hearing the Queens command and once again she marvelled that he held the same dark eyes of Connor, they had to be related somehow or at least from the same realm. At the conclusion of the discussion, she was escorted from the Queens chambers by Angus and led down towards the entrance of the hall.
+""Might I have a private word before we leave, please, Leader Angus?"" Kyelle said softly as they descended the stairs from the first floor.
+""As you wish, Majesty, my office is this way,"" Angus guided her to a small doorway recessed into the wall on the left side of the foyer. Once settled in comfortable chairs he looked to her, ""How can I be of assistance?""
+""I would like to speak my mind without fear of its being taken further, but I fear my intention may be misconstrued,"" she began knowing she was talking cryptically.
+""Speak your mind it will go no further than this room,"" Angus said gently.
+""I need to find a man I have seen and spoken with in this town. I do not wish to name him as he is in a precarious position, and I wish him no harm. I am hopeful you can help me locate him,"" She said in a rush of words.
+""I am afraid I will need a better description than that if I am to help you locate him,"" Angus said reasonably.
+""He has your eyes,"" she said pointedly looking directly at him to gauge his reaction.  
+* * * *
+Kyelle looked around the crowded but cosy back room of the jeweller's shop she had entered with Angus. The old man who welcomed them had disappeared to locate the jewels she sought, and Angus hovered nervously near the rear door. He had not told Connor why he had asked him to meet him here, and he worried about his reaction when he saw the young Princess waiting for him.
+There was a rhythmic knock at the back door and opening it a small way Angus ushered Connor inside quickly. Connor shook off his cape and growled at Angus, ""So I am here now, what was so important it couldn't wait?""
+""That would be me,"" Kyelle said with a voice much stronger than she felt.
+""You brought her here of all places!"" Connor said disgustedly still talking to Angus and trying to hide his pleasure at seeing Kyelle again.
+""She is shopping for jewels for Eowyn,"" he shrugged, ""Where should I have taken her?"" Angus looked at Kyelle, who seemed angered by Connor's reaction to her appearance.
+""Could we have some privacy, please? What I mean to say should not be heard by genteel ears,"" she smiled sweetly at Angus who bowed and edged out of the room. Then taking the upper hand Kyelle advanced on Connor making him take a backwards step in surprise.
+""Just whom do you think you are to come into a lady's room in the middle of the night and leave a letter and gift such as this,"" she had reached into her bodice and drew the amulet forth. ""You have given me no options, no right of reply, no real explanation."" She drew a sharp breath, ""Who are you to decide what and whom I deserve in my life. I am hardly the naïve girl you left behind in that doomed palace; I am married to a monster in case you had forgotten, and I have grown to realise just exactly how the world of men works."" She continued advancing on him as she let vent to her anger and sadness backing him into a corner.
+""Do you think me so shallow that your fortune or fame matter to me? Do you still see me as that young naïve girl who used to moon over you and follow you around the palace in secret, watching you practise with your men and those of my father?"" She pressed forward until there was barely an inch between them.
+Connor was made speechless by her words and her obvious anger towards him.
+""Tell me, Connor, of this admiration you hold for the girl I used to be, for you obviously have no idea about the woman I am now,"" she took a deep breath and finally stilled with her lips close enough to his to feel his breath.
+Connor looked into her eyes and saw them flash in challenge. He lost the battle with his emotions and leaned forward kissing her. She yielded to his kiss and closed the gap between them to press up against him, revelling in his soft groan. Coming to his senses Connor pushed her away holding her at arm's length and breathing heavily.
+""I'm not that young naïve girl you left behind Connor,"" she said softly looking up into his dark eyes, ""Would you really deny me and send me back to the joyless life I lead now,"" she whispered.
+""I am not the heroic man you think I am,"" he final spoke and even to his own ears his voice held an edge of uncertainty and regret.
+""No?"" She pulled at her bodice popping buttons in quick succession exposing the flimsy undergarments and the amulet he had left on her pillow. ""Then why did you leave this and the letter if not to try and save me from something?""
+""Cover yourself,"" his eyes went towards the door before returning to hers, keeping them trained on her face with difficulty. His voice softened, as a blushed coloured her features and a small smile curled her lip. ""Dammit, you're a Princess. A Queen,"" he corrected himself, ""I am a soldier for hire, and,"" his eyes flickered down to her chest, ""I am only human, please cover yourself.""
+She took one of his hands gently from her shoulder and stepped back in towards him again, her small smile growing. She ran a hand down his chest to his groin grasping his cock lewdly through his trousers and whispering, ""I am glad to know you are human,"" she leaned in to kiss his surprised expression. ""A man such as you could not send me back to face the coming turmoil without knowing a minute's happiness would you?""
+""If I am honest there is nothing I would like more,"" he swallowed hard. ""You are so beautiful,"" he stroked the side of her face and kissed her hard once more. Stealing himself and softly groaning he broke the kiss, picked her up and took several quick steps to the couch in the middle of the room. Placing her gently on the couch and moving away to sit opposite her on a chair, he put his head in his hands and rubbed at his face. ""I know I am not the man for you, and even if I was, this is not the time or the place, I would not want anytime we may share, in an embrace, to be rushed and burdened by prying watchful eyes.""
+""But I..."" she stopped as he held up his hand and followed his eyes to the door.
+""Please just do as I asked, tonight under the new moon, you must promise me,"" he said with urgency.
+""Will you come for me? Will you save me from whatever is happening,"" she asked dropping her angry bravado of just minutes ago. Connors breath caught as the girl he had fallen in love with reappeared from behind the mask of the worldly Queen Kyelle.
+""I am doing my best to make sure you are kept safe,"" he murmured averting his eyes once more, ""Please cover yourself properly Kya,"" he said softly, ""This is not easy for me."" She smiled at his use of the nickname her father had always used for her and with nimble fingers buttoned her bodice.
+""I will promise on one condition,"" she said, ""That you give me your word I will see you again before I am shipped off to my gilded cage where life may be privileged but is also very unpleasant."" He looked at her then and wondered at her life as it had been since becoming the fifth wife of a tyrant. He hadn't let himself think about her fate, but her words made him examine his assumptions about the life she now led.
+""I give you my word that I will do my best to keep you safe,"" he gave her a half truth, he did not know if he could risk another meeting like this.
+""That is not what I asked,"" she seemed sad now, her anger having dissipated. ""Am I so loathsome as the wife of your enemy that you would spurn me now, when I need you so much?""
+""It is not me that you need, I am just the first face you have seen with the familiarity of home, you are home sick and once you are returned to your family you will find that things are not as dire as you thought at this moment,"" he said with regret. How easy it would have been to press his advantage and use her mixed emotions to his own ends, but he loved her in his own way and knew she was destined to be more than a whore for a guildsman.
+""I have loved you for so long and believed you dead for half of that time,"" her voice caught as her eyes became glassy. ""Now I am finally old enough, worldly enough, to tell you how I feel, and you call it homesickness?"" Humiliation at his further rejection of her fuelled the tears she could not hold in check. ""Perhaps I was wrong, a silly girl with a silly crush,"" her voice was brittle now, ""You can tell your Uncle I am ready to view the stones now, I will bother you no more.""
+""Promise you will follow my instructions, please, Kya,"" he pleaded.
+""Do not worry I will not betray you,"" she said the tears short lived as she was resigned to her fate now.
+""You will see me again one day,"" he said quietly and kissed the top of her head before knocking on the door his uncle had disappeared through, then turning and leaving from the rear door he had entered by without a backward glance.
+Angus came into the room noting the girl's distress as Connor exited. He frowned but said nothing merely waiting until Kyelle looked up at him before showing her the jewels to choose from.
+* * * *
+Kyelle lay in bed unable to sleep, she held the amulet tightly gripped in one hand staring into the darkness and giving reign to her tears. Of course, she missed home and her family but she would give them all up if he could love her the way she loved him. She wanted so much more than to be the wife of a conquering King, who was so paranoid he never even took his boots off before taking her to bed. She cringed remembering the nights she'd had to endure the attentions of the obese King and his hurried copulation techniques. At least it was over with quickly she had consoled herself.
+Images of a shirtless Connor on the practice fields with his men filled her mind, and she wished he could have pretended to love her just for one afternoon. She longed to know the feel of a real man and her hand slid down her body to the apex of her thighs.
+""There is no time for that,"" a feminine voice broke through the darkness of the room and as Kyelle opened her mouth to scream a hand clamped over it, and the woman spoke softly again, ""Connor sent me.""
+Kyelle relaxed under the hand and nodded. The hand was lifted away, ""We must go now, come!"" She barely had time to grab a cloak before they exited her suite and Kyelle saw what she assumed were sleeping men lining the corridor and tall, lean scantily clad women roaming the walkways and corridors. She looked straight ahead and followed the woman out into the street. The cobbled stones hurt her feet, and she had trouble keeping up as the woman darted through the showy alleys.
+Frustrated Odine picked up Kyelle and threw her over her shoulder before she continued on to the wall. Forced to climb the wall, Kyelle trembled in fear as she stood on the other side and stared into the dark forest surrounding the town. She had been told the legends of the forest guardians since she was a small child, and she had no wish to anger them, but at that moment she felt she had little choice. Connor had told her to be brave, so she stood passively in the spot the woman had left her as she helped others over the wall.
+Confused and frightened Kyelle stumbled and was at times carried through the forest to a small well camouflaged village. She was shown to a small round house and ushered inside where she was left alone for what seemed an eternity but in fact was probably no more than an hour during which time she sat on a low bed filled, she suspected, with straw.
+""I am Odine,"" the woman who had carried her from the town announced as she returned to the one room home. ""You are small and weak, I do not understand why Connor believes you to be so... special."" She said the last word as if it tasted bad in her mouth.
+""He thinks me a child that needs looking after,"" Kyelle was offend by the woman's offhand comments but knew the truth enough to quench her curiosity and make her stop surveying her with predatory eyes.
+""I know the looks of men; he does not think you a child,"" she laughed, ""Tell me, what did you do to make him want such a small, weak woman for a mate? Do you have hidden skills with the bow or a knife?""
+""I assure you he does not want me as a mate. He has told me as much,"" there was scorn heavy in her voice and she stood to face Odine.
+""Then he is a liar. His heart beats for you and his eyes show his worry for you."" She seemed to consider Kyelle for a moment, ""I would be happy if it were not true, will you give him to me?""
+""No!"" Kyelle almost shouted because freezing under Odine's glare. ""I mean... he isn't mine to give,"" she finished unsure of herself with this warrior woman.
+""Sleep,"" Odine indicated the small bed Kyelle had been sitting on. ""The time for words will come soon enough."" With that, she lay down on a similar straw mattress within the same room and closed her eyes ending the conversation.
+For the second time that night, Kyelle lay down and stared at the ceiling, the dim light from the dying fire pit and the uncomfortable mattress were the only differences from earlier as once again her mind went to Connor. She didn't understand him at all; she was hardly a wilting virgin Princess anymore; he could have just taken her, made love to her, then left and done the things that needed doing but he had pushed her away. She had acted so badly, like a harlot of the street throwing herself at him. She cringed at the memory of his rejection.
+She closed her eyes and chose to remember the soft groan he made during their first kiss. It told of his need, and she had thought at that moment that she could have the man she wanted if only for the smallest of times. She tried to see where the mood had changed, but it eluded her, and she crumpled once again under the weight of his ultimate rejection of her advances and let her tears slide down her cheek as she turned to face the wall.
+The sun was well past the horizon when Kyelle woke from a restless sleep. Her body ached, and she stretched laying in her bed and taking in her surroundings in the light of day. She was surprised that a screened off area held a pitcher and basin and a small chamber pot. Unsure of the customs here, it was with relief that she used the small screened off area grateful that she had worn a garment of some substance to bed that evening following Connors warning she even had her cape to drape around her shoulders.
+Curious but not wanting to offend her hosts she peered through the small doorway of the round house into the village. It had seemed small in the darkness of the early morning when she had arrived, but she found it was actually quite a large a community from what she could see. A young girl stepped from the shadows beside the doorway and smiled. Motioning Kyelle to stay where she was the girl darted off into the surrounding houses.
+It was not more than five minutes later that Odine came trotting back towards the house. Tall and muscular she looked even more impressive to Kyelle in the daylight. Her short dress hung from one shoulder and was belted tightly at the waist making her long legs seem even longer as she strode toward the doorway making Kyelle back away from the entrance.
+""Come Kyelle,"" Odine motioned toward her. ""You will not need that,"" she took the cloak from her and smiled, ""The sun is a warm kiss for the skin, you must not hide from it so much. Come,"" she motioned Kyelle out in front of her, ""We go to meet my mother.""
+Walking through the village Kyelle realised she was somewhat of a curiosity to these people. Her fair skin and light coloured hair marked her as distinctly different and while as a Princess she was accustomed to public scrutiny this felt very different from her life at court. They entered a large round dwelling and walked to the centre of the room. A tall, athletic looking woman looked up studying Kyelle and Odine before motioning them forward. The woman appeared older than Odine. She had the same features and build, although her curves appeared more feminine. Kyelle realised this must have been Odine's mother and guessed by the head-dress of feathers she wore that she was the leader of these warrior women.
+""I am Oshin, Mother of the Guardians,"" she raised an eyebrow as Kyelle gasped at the word and smiled. ""Are we not the fearsome creatures of your fairy stories?"" She gave a half laugh.
+""I apologise Oshin, Mother of the Guardians,"" Kyelle said softly giving her the full title. ""I meant no disrespect; it would seem the legend has grown over time to scare small girls away from exploration of your island, I expect.""
+""It is accurate from what I understand of the story you have heard, my ancestors were very protective of our land and people as am I when needs be,"" she said seriously. ""We will judge your words and your heart today, as a boon owed to Connor of the east."" Extending her arm in invitation, she invited Kyelle to sit on a low stool within a small group of older women before joining her there. Odine stood behind her observing but not actually joining the group.
+An ancient woman got up and waved a large colourful feather over Kyelle, chanting a song in surprising sweet tones. He stomach filled with butterflies, but she sat still allowing this to happen around her trying to remain calm outwardly and to remember the words in Connors letter to be brave. She did not flinch or move through the strange ceremony but turned her head toward Oshin as she began to ask short, direct questions.
+""Are you afraid? Do you come here to harm us? Will you respect and obey our laws while you are here with us?"" Each time Kyelle's response was negative, except that she would obey the laws of their people. One by one the other women joined the chant as she answered the questions. After a dozen or more innocuous seeming questions, the oldest of the women lifted a small leather bag and small pieces of animal bone were strewn across the small space between the women to land before Kyelle's feet.
+A hush descended over the crowd as the bones were studied and murmured over by the women of the small group. The oldest of the women babbled something incomprehensible to Oshin, and the leader of the guardians spoke once more.
+""You must endure one more trial, you will stay here and will make no sound, you will just watch what is to occur in this house. Do you agree?"" Oshin studied Kyelle's face as she nodded in agreement unable to find her voice in her fear.
+Kyelle turned as she remained on the stool and saw the small crowd in the house part to show the forced approach of the First queen and her son. They were heavily guarded; their hands bound behind their backs. They presented a very different image of captivity than the guardians had shown her.
+""I am Oshin, Mother of the Guardians."" The warrior woman stood before the bedraggled pair.
+""I don't care who you are. I am Prince Regent and future King and you will bow before me,"" Hametus screeched spittle flying from his mouth in anger and fear.
+""And you Queen of the west, do think I should bow before your son?"" she asked in a deceptively mild voice.
+""You will pay dearly for our mistreatment,"" the first Queen said coldly confident in the fact that the King would come to rescue his eldest son.
+""I will help you to understand,"" once again her voice was deceptively mild. ""The King of the west has no rights over the people or the land of this island. Your people visit the town because I and my people allow it, not the other way around. I will bow before no man and his elderly mother."" She paused, letting her words sink in.
+""You will bow before me!"" Hametus blustered.
+""No, I will not and this conversation has ended until you and your mother can show the proper respect to the true rulers of this land. Return them to their cages,"" she waved a hand and the guardian warrior women surrounded the pair once more and marched them from the house.
+Kyelle was embarrassed by the bad behaviour of Prince Regent and lowered her head sadly as the warrior woman walked back toward her. ""This is your family?"" Oshin asked her again in that deceptively mild voice.
+""The King of the west took me from my family and placed me with those people,"" Kyelle looked up into the narrowed eyes of Oshin. ""I will, however, apologise for their awfulness and hope that you do not think all people of the west are so arrogant in their stupidity.""
+""Stupid is a good description,""Oshin nodded. ""You may go and visit their cages if you want to speak with them.""
+""Perhaps another day, thank you, Oshin, Mother of the Guardians,"" Kyelle said softly. ""I would very much like to learn more about your village and your people.""
+""You must only move in the village with an escort and not leave its borders at all,"" she replied. ""You will remain in Odine's house for now,"" at her confused look she explained, ""Where you slept last night.""
+""As you wish,"" Kyelle said naturally and gave a half smile remembering that the same thing had been said to her many times recently.
+""You will dine with us tonight, and Oriah and I will tell you of our thoughts, go with Odine for now,"" Oshin dismissed her but before she left the big house Oshin called to her escort, ""Odine make sure she sees all of the village.""  
+Odine began by giving Kyelle a tour of the houses, including a small school room and the large practise field where girls trained with a range of weapons and at athletic events. It occurred to Kyelle that there were very few men or boys in the village and certainly none in the prime of their lives. She found out through broken and evasive conversations with Odine and her friends that very few male children were born to the Guardians. That alone was the reason that they allowed the two towns to be established on their island and why the language of the west was spoken so well by most of the women there.
+Kyelle also found that Connor was a favourite of Odine, who enjoyed his company whenever he came into the forest which was not often until lately. Enjoying all that she was learning about the people without realising the twists and turns they were taking Kyelle found herself before two huge covered cages.
+""Kyelle!"" Hametus screeched in panic, ""Let me out, don't they understand who I am?""
+""Who are you to these people?"" Kyelle asked.
+""I am the future King!"" his eyes were bugging out and he spluttered his words incredulously.
+""Not to these people you aren't. They don't care about your armies or your conquests in the west. Here right now they are the Kings and future Queens, and you are just a man who if you play your cards right might be chosen as a mate for one of these beautiful women,"" with the bars between them Kyelle felt brave enough to speak her mind. ""You have no armies here to bully these people into acknowledging your father's throne. Your winning personality and charm don't seem to be winning them over yet either,"" she smirked.
+""He will come for us,"" the first Queen said with fire in her eyes as she glared at Kyelle.
+""Perhaps he will, but then he has three other wives and two other sons,"" she shrugged, ""Will he want to anger the people of the east while he is still putting down rebellions in the west? It would be a difficult decision where to place his armies I expect. If I were you, I would learn to bow to the queen of this village and hope that you have not already offended her beyond what is wise.""
+The first Queen paled, and Hametus had begun to screech at her again about who he was and that all should fall before him because it was his right as the future King of the known world. Kyelle turned and walked away without a backward glance at the two Royals and their men. Once out of sight she collapsed against the wall of a building, dropping her head in her hands and cried. She allowed Odine to guide her back to the small round house, and she lay down on the bed and gave vent to her rolling emotions.
+""Please tell me you won't send me back there with them, I couldn't bear it again,"" she said between sobs.
+* * * *
+Kyelle had been in the village for several days and was giving a fair amount of freedom despite being viewed by many with suspicion. Tired of her gown she had asked during the second day if she could wear one of the dresses of the warrior women. Odine had laughed merrily at the idea but given Kyelle one of the sort toga's to try on.
+The toga style dress was of course made for a much taller well-built woman; Kyelle was more than a little disappointed when it hung well past her knees and gaped widely at the breast. She had gone after that to the women who fashioned the garments and spent a day with them learning their skills and altering the material to her own body shape and size.
+The women impressed by Kyelle's eagerness to learn had helped her to fashion a pair of the soft moccasin style boots for her feet, as well. She had begun to pull her long curling hair from her face and braid it into a long rope that hung over her should and the only adornment she wore from her life as a queen of the west was the amulet Connor had given her.
+Enjoying her time with the garment makers Kyelle began to spend days with a number of different groups of women learning about the foods of the forest and the utensils they used. What she enjoyed most though was learning the martial arts they used in defence of their island. Unlike the legends that had grown around them, they were a peace loving people, but the first explorers had taught them a valuable lesson it was one they never forgot.
+During this time, the First Queen and her son had endured imprisonment. Unable to bring themselves to acknowledge the guardians as the true rulers of this island they languished in their cages. Their men, on the other hand, seeing the shift in power as the days passed were freed at various times, to perform tasks for the village and flirt with the women.
+More than a week since their first arrival Connor walked into the village with on of the women. He was taken to the big house immediately. Kyelle was torn between wanting to run away and hide from him and being curious as to his appearance here. In the end, she followed the women into the big house and stood dwarfed by the women around her and hidden within plain sight.
+She could see Connor scan the crowd as if searching for someone, his eyes brightened as he looked at Odine and Kyelle felt what little hope that he had come for her fade, still she stood and watched the proceedings unable to take her eyes from him. She could not hear what was said but knew that the news what good by the obvious delight of the listeners. After a time, the small group at the centre of the room made their way out of the big house and toward the cages. Carried along with the mob as they followed Oshin and Connor to their prisoners, Kyelle followed trying to get close enough to hear what was being said.
+""This man has come to return you to your homeland,"" Oshin said loudly over the murmuring in the small crowd that had gathered.
+""Finally someone with some sense,"" the First Queen spoke first.
+""You will pay dearly for your treason,"" Hametus snarled at Oshin.
+""I do not think so,"" Oshin said calmly. ""Your father is dead, power has returned to the rightful rulers of the realms of the west and your own kingdom has been left bereft of coin or treasure. You have no power in this world or your own anymore. I believe you will become nothing more than a pitiful creature begging your neighbours for the good will your father squandered in his own thirst for power.""
+""Liar! Our allies would never let that happen; you have no idea whom you are dealing with you stupid bitch!"" Hametus voice had become a screech again as he stood at the gate entrance and hurled abuse through the bars at a placid Oshin.
+Connor stepped forward a letter sealed with wax in his hand. He passed it through the bars to the first queen and stepped back. She took note of the seal and broke it scanning the letter and falling heavily to her knees in shock. Hametus snatched it up from her fingers and read it slowly.
+""It is lies mother, all lies!"" His voice remained high and pitched. As if a wall came up the first queens demeanour changed to one of resignation and politeness. She stood and straightened her back take a deep breath.
+""Thank you for bringing the news, when will we be leaving,"" she asked in an unemotional voice. The prince turned and began to hurl his abuse at her then incredulous that she would believe the words of the letter. Turning as if in a trance her arm flared out, and she slapped her sons face hard. ""Did you not look at the seal? The seal of your father's ring could not be duplicated so accurately, and he never took it from his hand. He is dead, and we must now return and rebuild our kingdom."" The prince stared at his mother in shocked silence not comprehending her words.
+""We will leave once it is safe to do so,"" he looked meaningfully at the young prince who still stared at his mother in disbelief of her capitulation to the news he knew to be a lie.
+""He will behave, I would like to leave as soon as you are able to negotiate our freedom, please,"" She said demurely, the contrite tone of her voice surprising everyone who had spoken with her in the preceding days when she had been demanding and acidic to all. ""Will Queen Kyelle be returning with us?"" she asked.
+Connors eyes scanned the crowd once more, but he could not see Kyelle amongst the group. He had thought she would be eager to leave the rustic life of the village and return to the comforts of the township. ""She will be given the choice to return with you or to her homeland now that she is a widow and no longer forced to remain in the north. You will find all of the kings loyal men followed him into the ground or fled the realm. It will be a very different world you return to, and I believe it will be quite a dangerous for some time to come.""
+Kyelle was shocked by the news and the scene she had witnessed. She was even more shocked by the news that she would be able to return home to her family and friends. Frowning she realised that regardless of how it came about, or how much her family loved and wanted her home, she would be viewed as the widow of their biggest enemy. She imagined that returning home would be far preferable to the ordeal she would be made to suffer at the heir to the throne of the North's hands. She looked at Hametus and shivered before turning from the crowd and quietly walking away.
+She wandered to the edge of the village beyond Odine's house and climbed the tree she had sought solace in more than once during the time she had been here. She sat with her back against the trunk and her legs stretched out along a sturdy branch and thought about what it was she wanted to do now that she was widowed. With no money to speak of her choices were limited but she lifted the amulet that hung around her neck and considered the other jewels hidden in her clothes back in the township. Perhaps she could sell them to become independent for a while until she found a place to call home.
+* * * *
+After dealing with all of the business of this trip into guardian territory, and searching the village unsuccessfully for Kyelle, Connor reluctantly followed Odine back to her home. He had been looking for her since his arrival; he had thought she would be happy to see him after spending so long here without the creature comforts available in the township. Yet she had been nowhere that he could see. He had initially worried that he had offended the proud warrior women, and they had taken her elsewhere but, after speaking with Odine and finding that she had been treated as an honoured guest, he relaxed a little. He wanted to see for himself though that she was healthy and happy or at least not unhappy.
+Odine had purposefully walked to the tree she sat in after checking inside her house for her with Connor. He followed her, and she spoke loudly enough for Kyelle, who sat perched above their heads to hear. Connor had seen a village young girl sitting in the tree, but had not recognised her as he peered into the forest, trying to spy the long golden hair of Kyelle amongst the shadows.
+""We talked of you, the little princess and I,"" Odine smiled, ""I asked her to give you to me. She said you were not hers to give that you rejected her advances and treat her as a child."" She said with the subtly of a sledgehammer making both Connor and Kyelle, who had tried to hide in the foliage surrounding her.
+""That is not the truth of the matter, but she is right I am not hers, she needs someone who can give her the life she deserves not a man like me,"" he said.
+""So I can have you then?"" Odine pressed.
+""No,"" he said shortly. ""It is best we know each other as we do. I could not live here and be happy, nor would you be happy living in my world.""
+""Then I give you to her; she is happy in your world,"" Odine said simply and without rancour.
+""It is complicated, she deserves more than I could give her,"" he said still looking around as if realising she must be close by.
+""You are a stupid man,"" she shook her head, ""You do not see what is before your eyes."" She stepped back from the trunk and stared at him. ""She offers you great love and you wold throw it away so she could be mistreated by another such king and his son? Are you so cruel you would doom her to a life of slavery just so she could wear trinkets and baubles?""
+""It's not like that,"" Connor said startled by Odine's words.
+""You are a stupid man,"" she said again shaking her head, ""Do you really not know how unhappy and frightened she is of that life you say she deserves. I have asked mother to let her stay here if she wants, so you can go with the other two, I will take her back to town if she wants to go.""
+""This is not her world, she could not be happy here. Hers is a life of wealth and privilege. Just tell me where she is so I can tell her that she can go home now,"" frustration crept into his voice.
+""She knows that, she was in the big house and at the cages today, right there in front of your eyes. You are blind as well as stupid,"" she looked up. ""Come down and tell him he is stupid Kya.""
+Connor was speechless as within seconds Kyelle stood in front of him in the toga of the village women; her long flowing golden locks braided tightly and hanging over her shoulder.
+""You are a very stupid man,"" Kyelle said and walked into Odine's house leaving him staring after her.
+""She does not need palaces and riches to be happy, she is happy here. You do not want to make her happy yourself so leave her here where she will not have to worry about being given to a man who will make her unhappy, like that silly boy in the cage,"" Odine said simply. ""I will let you say goodbye."" She walked back into the village leaving Connor staring after her.
+Confused by Kyelle's appearance as much as by Odine's strangely accented version of his language he walked into the house to speak with Kyelle. His mind raced to reassure himself that what he was doing was the best for her. He would return her to her father's castle and life could go on for her. The idea of her being given in marriage to another equally odious noble had never occurred to him before. He turned to look at her as she sat on the edge of a thin mattress.
+""I didn't recognise you,"" he said softly.
+""I don't think you ever truly saw me. I was never the princess of your imaginings who needed the dresses and jewels to be happy. I would have been happy to stay with my father when the king left him with nothing but a broken throne and a broken body. Just because I knew he loved me."" She looked up at Connor, ""I can't go back now. To the people I will always be the widow of their enemy, a queen of the north. It will be hard enough for my family without being tainted by that. No good family will want me associated with them, there is nothing for me there.""
+""But your father would..."" Connor began protest.
+""Of course he would welcome me with open arms; he loves me and I him. I would not burden him with the unrest that would accompany my return,"" she smiled sadly.
+""The king is dead, but you could still live as a queen in the north,"" Connor said not realising that the prince had made his intentions where she was concerned clear to her.
+""Hametus believes I have wronged him on more than one occasion. Mine would be a miserable existence in the north. I have nowhere to go, and the guardians have made me very welcome here,"" she looked up at him, ""Accepted me even in their village life, I have learned a lot about their culture, I am happy enough.""
+Connor watched her saying nothing as he thought about what she said. He wanted to argue with her, but he found it hard to come up with a reasonable option for her other than this place.
+""What will you do now that this is over?"" she asked softly. ""You are famous in the west despite your protestations. ""I think the bards ballad is what finally pushed the King to put such a high bounty on your head.""
+""I think you are overstating it. There is a large difference between a drunken of soldiers story and the ballad of a bard,"" he laughed self-deprecatingly.
+""I particularly like the one where you singlehandedly brought down a dozen trebuchet's before the castle walls fell, and you raced back to join in the fighting almost winning the day for my realm,"" she grinned knowing the truth of his deeds. ""The bounty was real though and your likeness has been spread all over the western realm on notices. You could choose any realm and you would be greeted as a hero, except possibly the north.""
+""I will do what I always do I guess, travel and help rebuild where I can,"" he said slowly processing what she had said. ""I may return home for a small time just to remind myself where I came from.""
+""That sounds fun travelling and seeing the world,"" she said wistfully.
+For the first time since the last big battle, he considered a life with the woman before him. Had the won the day in that realm he would have given up his vagabond existence and stayed there, with her. Formally asking for her hand and in his mind living happily ever after in the seaside palace. Now she had next to nothing, and she was happy enough and he was saddened that she would settle for this existence. The silence lengthened as he imagined what it might be like to return to his own homeland with her by her side, and he crossed the room to where she sat pulling her up into his arms and kissing her.
+He felt her yield under his kiss his arms wrapping around her to hold her against his body until she broke the kiss and stared up at him moving to step out of the circle of his arms. She seemed confused, and his eyes travelled down over her body as he finally let himself believe they could be together in another life in another place.
+As his eyes travelled over her he could see both her breasts rise and fall unfettered beneath the thin material of the guardian toga, her pointed nipples seemed to beg his attention. He smiled down at her and murmured, ""I was a very stupid man."" He slipped his arms around her and pulled her back against him kissing her deeply, ""I should never have denied how I felt when you came to me in the township.""
+He let his fingers caress her neck and shoulder pushing the thin fabric of the toga from it to reveal her breasts. He continued to kiss her as his hands lightly trailed over her breasts and down over her body loosening the rope belt and allowing the dress to pool at her feet. He pulled off his shirt and kicked off his boots while still kissing her, his eyes watching her face as he dropped his pants and lay her down on the bed.
+Pulling her close, he found her lips again, and Kyelle practically purred at the sensations he gave her. She wanted to feel his touch all over her body. She felt so hot that she could have been melting beneath his hands. As if reading her mind, his hands began to work their way down her body caressing and tickling her as he went. He looked up at her and saw that she was glassy eyed and breathless and smiled knowingly. That smile just did her in; she could think of nothing else but how much she had wanted this moment and the sensations that he was bringing to her.
+He pulled back his head and looked down at her his eyes raking up and down her body as she lay beside him. She self-consciously squirmed as he did this wondering how he saw her through his dark eyes when she lay completely naked before him.
+""Wow,"" Connor breathed. Her breasts were firm, and her body was perfect. She had a small patch of hair on her pussy matching the gold of the hair on her head, and her legs seemed to stretch out forever beneath his hands.
+""Don't stop,"" she begged. ""I need this, need you, so much.""
+He slipped his arm around her and brought her face level with his then took her lips in a sweet sensuous kiss, one like she had never experienced before with any man, not that there had been any besides the king. He slid his hands down to her most vulnerable place and gently inserted his finger into her. She released a hoarse cry as she pushed her lower body into his hand, and she collapsed against him, relishing the unbelievable sensations he gave her as he stroked against her clit and the front wall of her cunt. The fat king of the north had never made her feel anything but uncomfortable.  
+Connor immediately moved down her body and with a slow sensuous tongue movement proceeded to taste the exotic flavours that were distinctly Kyelle. She writhed above him as she keened and arched up off the bed in a shattering climax that bathed his hand and face. She began to calm down, and Connor slowly lay back on the bed and held her close within his arms. He looked so wonderful to her.
+""My turn,"" she said softly.
+Holding his hands down by his sides, she began to kiss him, her eager mouth moving over his face and lips tasting her own juices. She kissed down to his chest and nipples, giving them a little nip as she went. She continued to taste and nip at him all the way down his warm, sweaty body. She loved his skin; it was the colour of pale caramel and so smooth. His body was muscled and pulsed beneath her lips. As she continued her journey downwards towards his navel and groin, she felt the heat of his cock rub against her. Leaning right down she placed her mouth over the bulbous head of his cock and slowly sucked it between her lips, filling her mouth slowly.
+Kyelle relished the sounds Connor made as she teased and sucked at his cock and for her, it was over all too soon as with a loud groan he pulled her head up and dragged her up his body. He turned her over onto her back and hovered above her momentarily before lowering his head to kiss her as he slowly pushed his cock into her warm wet hole. It was like entering the world of wonder he had been waiting for, for a long time, he never knew being with Kyelle would feel this good. Kyelle raised her body to meet his movements, and they plunged into a rhythm of thrusts, meeting and receding together, the waves of desire to wash over them. His hands caught her hips, and he drove into her deeply. Then he was lost. He called out her name, and she followed, both shaking with the force of their climax.
+Connor gathered her in his arms and held her tightly, promising to never let her go. Kyelle in turn promised to never be parted from him. They lay together lost in their own thoughts as their breathing returned to normal.
+""Good,"" Odine's voice sounded from the open doorway, ""I thought I would have to lock you two in a cage together until you saw the love in each other's eyes."" She laughed as she left the house.
+""Come home with me,"" Connor whispered, ""To the farm I grew up on.""
+""The mighty hero is really a farmer?"" Kyelle grinned up at him teasing a little before answering, ""I would travel anywhere with you."""
+77,F5: Desperate Times and Measures,Tx Tall Tales,Chain Stories,2014-06-16,2014-06-16,2022-01-08 03:48:36,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f5-desperate-times-and-measures,". . . Or, how I came to be an ex-pat.","['Belize', 'Cheating', 'Ex-Pat', 'Fawc', 'Reconciliation', 'Regret', 'Revenge', 'Second Chances']",4.75,"**F5: Desperate Times, Desperate Measures**
+ _(Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. Every story for this FAWC begins with the exact same line. Where it goes from there is up to the author.)_
+* * * *
+Upon the table lay three items: a handkerchief, a book, and a knife.
+I knew it was a desperate tactic, but these were desperate times. I adjusted their position once again, then sat back in my chair, wiping a stray tear from my eye, while waiting for my wife of 21 years to come down the stairs.
+I didn't have to wait long. I heard the door creak open, and felt a surge of anger. When had she started closing the door to our bedroom when she got ready? She hadn't done it for the first two decades we were together. It had been a running joke within the family. Sandy's favorite outfit was her birthday suit. She'd come home from work, yoga, or from working out, peeling off her clothing while chattering, walking through the living room, naked as a jaybird. Our daughters would occasionally give her grief, reminding her that anybody could have been around. Her argument was that it's her home, and she should be able to be comfortable. I supported my wife of course. It was my favorite outfit of hers as well. Even though I hadn't been seeing much of it lately. Closing the door? Never crossed her mind in a score of years.
+I heard her heels coming down the hardwood stairs, clacking away noisily. Heels. Another irritation. She never wore heels. She was a runner, and had nothing but bad things to say about women who would treat their feet that way. As far as I knew, the tallest heels she had were only about an inch high. Or at least that was the way it always had been. The woman was almost five foot ten. It wasn't like she needed heels. She didn't need anything to emphasize her height or her long luscious legs. Genetics had blessed her with the first, and the 30 or 40 miles she put in each week took care of the second.
+She appeared from out of the stairwell, wearing a dress that was nothing less than shameless. For an innocent dinner with two of her girls from work. Right.
+Sandy looked up at me sitting there, and unconsciously adjusted the bottom of her skirt, pulling it down a little. Perhaps she was trying to stop me from seeing if she was wearing panties or not. Another inch higher, and there would have been no question. She glanced at me again, and I could see the nervousness. She was a horrible liar, and terrible at deception. How she expected to get away with this I had no idea. Maybe she wanted to be caught.
+""Dinner's in the oven,"" she said, avoiding my eyes. ""I might be a little late.""
+I didn't make an effort to answer, not even nodding. I just watched, stifling my urge to jump up and scream at her, for her idiocy, her disrespect, her horrible behavior. Almost as strong was the desire to fall on my knees, to plead with her, to beg. Honestly, I'd come close to both in the last couple of weeks, neither in the least bit effective.
+I could see her eyes scanning the area, looking for her purse. She normally dumped it on the kitchen island when she got home. I had taken the liberty of hanging it off of the arm of one of the chairs pushed into the table. The table I had cleared earlier, wiping it clean, leaving the glass sparkling, before I laid out the three items for her to discover.
+She eventually noticed her purse, and stepped toward the table. I saw her look down at the items, first giving them a casual glance, then her head turning back to look at them more carefully. When the realization hit her, she wobbled, her ankle turning as the heel of her shoe flared out beneath her foot, forcing her to lean forward, grabbing the edge of the table to catch her balance.
+Sandy looked over at me anxiously, then turned her head away. Looking back down, at my little reminders. She straightened up, back on those ridiculous heels, and I saw her hand drift forward, almost of its own accord, toward my last effort to stop this runaway train.
+* * * *
+It was a recent thing, her attitude, barely suppressed irritation with me, snippy manner, avoidance, disrespect. I thought I deserved better. Twenty-one fucking years. Our youngest finally out of the home, and off to college. A chance for us to refocus, on each other, and not on the responsibilities of being good parents.
+At first I chalked it up to boredom, having me around too much, not having our girls to dote upon. But it didn't stop. She started avoiding me. Spending more time than ever on the computer, usually on Facebook, or chatting on her phone. Names I didn't recognize. Walking out of the room, and closing the door behind her to talk in private. Private, from me.
+A love life that I'd hoped to rekindle, instead sputtered and died. She was unresponsive, passive aggressive in her denial, surrendering after enough coercion, but no longer a partner in passion, now a weary victim, waiting for me to finish. It was heart-breaking, but any attempts at discussion were either laughed off, or ended in her walking away.
+I thought perhaps she was depressed, until the party at her friend Tracy's. Her behavior was anything but depressed, laughing, flirting, spending far too much time with people I didn't know, one person in particular. He'd been introduced to me when we arrived. I didn't like him then, and was really starting to detest the jerk as the night wore on. A younger guy—I guess you call them metrosexuals now—you know the type. Hair immaculately coiffed, he probably spent a hundred bucks to get it looking just right. His coordinated outfit was carefully chosen from the pages of GQ, hands manicured, soft, lotioned, I'm sure. Shoes no man would wear, not a real man. Even his eyebrows were shaped and plucked. I was certain his chest was waxed. It turned my stomach the way he hovered around my wife, his hand reaching out often to touch her, brush her arm, stroke her lower back. He would lean over and whisper in her ear, and her laughter would fill the room. A sound I'd almost forgotten, it had been so long.
+Tracy appeared before me, a worried look on her face. ""It's nothing, Dan.""
+""If it was nothing, you wouldn't have to tell me that, would you?""
+She blushed. ""It's just flirting. It's how he is.""
+I saw the guy grin, his perfect caps gleaming. I wonder how they'd feel, cracking under my knuckles. ""How long has that asshole been fucking her, Tracy?"" I asked.
+Her red face changed from embarrassment to anger. ""He's doing nothing of the kind. I can't believe you'd even suggest that! Sandy has never been unfaithful to you. She's just . . . confused now. It hasn't gone anywhere.""
+""Why is he here? Who the hell is he? Since when did you start inviting assholes like that to your parties?""
+""Nathan? He's just a friend. A neighbor. He's new to the area, lives two doors down. There's nothing to it, I'm telling you. He acts like that with all the women. He's harmless.""
+""Harmless. Right. If he touches her again, you're going to have to call 911. I'm going to pound those fake porcelains so far down his throat, he'll be shitting them out his manicured and bleached asshole."" I tore my eyes off the scum bag and glared at my wife's best friend. A woman I thought was my friend, for the last decade. ""I'm grabbing a beer. If I were you, I'd get that jerkoff out of here. I swear, if I come back and see him within ten feet of her, you'll be replacing that pretty white rug of yours, because you'll never get the blood stains out.""
+A couple of minutes later, with a new Shiner in hand, Tracy's husband Jake was bracing me, obviously interfering with my going back into the main room. ""He's an asshole, Dan. But that's all. I told her not to invite him, but he's harmless.""
+""Sure, he's harmless to your wife. He's like a fuckin' leech on mine. I'm not putting up with it.""
+""It's a party. Everyone's had a little too much to drink. She's having a good time. Why not enjoy the results? Don't do anything now that you'll regret. You can talk about it later, tomorrow, when you're both sober.""
+Enjoy the results? Maybe, once upon a time. Not lately, that's for sure, and it was pretty obvious why. ""I'm sober. Not even buzzed. Now do you want to get out of my way, Jake, or is this going to get ugly between you and me? Are you siding with that fucking pussy-hound?""
+He seemed to deflate, and stepped out of the way. ""I don't want any trouble. It's just a party.""
+I brushed past him, and back into the family room. It took a few moments to spot my wife, now standing at the edge of a group that contained Tracy, and was notably absent of any assholes of the male variety. Jake had followed me, and was talking softly. ""Nothing happened. Nothing will. It's not a big deal, Dan.""
+Turning, I glared at him. ""When'd you lose your balls, Jake? Since when do you put up with shit like that? If that guy was all over your wife, would you just laugh and lick up his cream-pie later? Is that how it is now? Seriously, man, I wanna know.""
+Jake bristled at my comment. ""He'd never do that with Tracy. She wouldn't put up with it. Maybe you should ask yourself why your wife doesn't shoot him down. He's no threat to me.""
+""Fine. I get it. I thought you were a friend, but now you're running interference for some sleazeball so he can hit on Sandy. That's all I need to know. I'm leaving now. Maybe you can spare a bedroom for my idiot wife. Hell, talk to Tracy, it might just be permanent.""
+I looked up and saw the gaggle of women were watching us. I was disgusted. Some friends. I turned and headed for the door, turning my beer upside down, and pouring it out on the carpet on the way.
+""Damn it, Dan!"" I heard Jake snap. I dropped the nearly empty beer in the fancy umbrella basket they had standing by the front door, and let myself out.
+I was halfway to the car, when my wife came running out the front door. ""What the hell are you doing?"" she screamed at me.
+""Going home,"" I said, continuing my trek down to the street where we were parked.
+""You were just going to leave me here? And what's with pouring your beer on their rug!"" She was still running toward me.
+""What do you care, Sandy? Seriously. I get it. You're tired of me. Tired of being married to me. Bored. Whatever. You've found a new boyfriend. Stay, have a good time, get yourself laid. I'll go home and start the paperwork. If you don't want me in your life, I'm not going to force myself on you.""
+I expected an argument, maybe a screaming match. Instead she shut up. Completely. Got in the car, and never said a word. Not for the rest of the night.
+The next morning, she was up early, and had prepared breakfast. She was already dressed. Obviously she wasn't going to try to seduce me to get back in my good graces. I sure as hell wasn't going to apologize for anything.
+I sat before the omelet she'd made me, and took a sip of the coffee. She sat opposite, no food, just her over-sized coffee mug.
+""There's nothing going on, Dan. He's not my boyfriend. He flirts a lot, and last night it was aimed at me. I probably should have shot him down, but I didn't. I was just having a good time. I'm sorry. I don't want to fight. I don't know where that crap about my tired of being married to you came from. I don't deserve to be treated that way. I would think you would trust me by now, after twenty-two years.""
+"" _You_ don't deserve to be treated this way? Give me a fuckin' break. How about the way you've been treating me? You've been a total bitch. Giving me the silent treatment, always pissed off, keeping secrets, avoiding me, hiding from me when you have your private conversations, sneaking out without saying where you're going, and now that shit last night? I'm not stupid, Sandra. You know that. It's like the old saying, where there's smoke, there's fire. Well, I've found in life that where there's flames, there's fire. We're well beyond smoke here. No, I don't trust you. Not since you started hiding things from me. Not anymore. You've ruined that. I'm done. I'm not about to be laughed at in public because my wife decides she wants to move on and humiliate me publicly. So fuck you.""
+She looked embarrassed, then angry. ""Are you deaf, or just stupid? I told you, _nothing happened!_ ""
+""Maybe last night it didn't. I stopped it. But I saw how you behave in public with him. What happens when I'm not there? What have you been doing with all your sneaking around? When did you lose respect for me, and when did making love become a chore for you? Since when am I not good enough for you?"" I waited for an answer, but she just glared at me.
+""Like I said, I'm done. Do what you want. I don't give a fuck anymore. I'm tired, and to be frank, you disgust me."" I got up and left, waiting to hear some kind of response, yelling, apology, arguing, something. What I got was nothing.
+* * * *
+I watched her hand reach out to touch the knife. No, it wasn't some Bowie knife, or a butcher blade. This was a special knife. Sterling silver, crystal handle, engraved. We had used it once a year for twenty years. If times were normal, we'd be using it again in less than a month. I doubted that would happen.
+Its mirror-like surface shone. The facets of the handle reflected the lights in the chandelier, casting little mini rainbows of light around the room. As she moved it, the lights danced, shimmering, shaking, darting around.
+I wish I knew what was going on inside her head. Since that night we barely spoke. She was openly avoiding me, making no effort to hide the fact. She'd get up and leave when I walked in the room. I knew it was over, we were just marking time. The saddest part was I didn't know why. Even with the information I'd gathered, recording her calls, reading her emails and texts, I still didn't understand it. She never gave a reason.
+I'd started organizing our finances, putting money into trust funds for our kids, paying off credit-cards. I cashed out a few investments, moving the money. I even sold our little place down at the beach. It had been my great- uncles, and I'd bought it off him for a song. She loved that place, and I was damned if I was going to let her get her hands on it. She never noticed a thing I did, hell, half the time it was as if I no longer existed.
+Her hand left the knife, and landed on the book. Not just any book. Our girls had made it for us, an anniversary gift. Twenty years married. The brag book was a good six inches thick, pictures, mementos, memories of our life together. Organized by year, it documented a pair of lives, intertwined until they were one entity. A joyous union, until about six months ago.
+My wife stood quietly, never looking up. Still, at this late date, after all my efforts, I didn't matter. She opened the book, turning pages at random, holding some open for several seconds, others getting no more than a brief glance. I saw a couple of stray tears start down her cheeks, and wondered if there was anything left, or if I was just wasting my time.
+The tears weren't unexpected. She'd always been emotional, wore her heart on her sleeve, or at least she had until the last half-year or so. She would cry at the drop of a hat. I stood and picked up the handkerchief, worn, yellowed, threadbare. I wiped her eyes, as I had that first time, so many years ago, but she didn't giggle. Didn't lean into me. Didn't grab my hand in hers, clutching it tightly, as she had back then.
+My wife didn't laugh, teasing me for being the only man who still carried handkerchiefs every day. Their only purpose to wipe away my wife's tears, of joy, of sorrow, of empathy. A reminder of how we'd met, and fallen in love. It had been almost two months now that I'd stopped carrying a handkerchief, after more than twenty years. She never noticed.
+For the first time in my life, I thought I'd need to use the hanky for myself, and not for her.
+I watched her set her shoulders, standing up firmly, closing the book. She didn't look at me for an explanation. ""I won't be too late. Maybe we should talk when I get back.""
+""Don't go,"" I said. ""Talk to me now, Sandy. Stay, please."" I'm sure I sounded desperate. I was. If she walked out that door, it was over.
+She lifted her purse, and turned toward the entrance, ignoring my words. I didn't matter. Our memories didn't matter. Twenty-one years of marriage didn't matter. Not to her. Not anymore.
+If these treasures didn't matter to her, then they sure as hell didn't matter to me.
+I picked up the book, and walked toward our fireplace. I looked over at the woman I'd loved more than half my life, as she walked away. Opening the chain curtains, I thrust the book inside. She paused at the crash of the heavy tome against the artificial logs. She hesitated, but still didn't turn around. I turned on the gas burners, and hit the igniter, listening for the loud _'woosh'_ as the flames ignited.
+""I won't be here when you get back,"" I said, voice raised, as I turned toward the back of the house. My bags were packed and in the car. I had a full tank of gas and almost ten thousand dollars in cash. The single sheet of paper I placed where the book had been would explain everything. If she wanted a divorce, she could apply for it. I was leaving. I'd liquidated what I could, and took ninety percent of it, leaving her the house and its equity. The house and her car were both paid off. She wouldn't need much to get by. I thought it was a fair split, probably more than she deserved.
+I heard my name screamed, and turned to see an unknown woman, a stranger really, hardly the woman I'd married and loved. She was kneeling in front of the fireplace, dragging the book off of the fake logs. Too stupid to even turn off the fire, she was crying and yelling, beating out the flickering flames. Her dress had ridden up over her ass, displaying the tiny lines of a red lace thong.
+I tucked the twenty-three year old handkerchief in my pocket. I grabbed the knife off the table, inspecting the new edge where one had never existed before. It didn't need to be very sharp to cut wedding cake. Even one that was frozen, sitting in the freezer for nearly a quarter of a century. I had a different purpose in mind, as I headed out the door, ignoring my wife's shrieks.
+* * * *
+I drove past Jake and Tracy's home. Another casualty. Friends for more than a decade, we didn't speak anymore. At least I didn't speak with them. I didn't hold them responsible, but I wanted nothing to do with anyone who actively participated in the destruction of my marriage.
+I slowed the car passing their mailbox, only going another hundred yards before turning into the illuminated driveway. I got out of the vehicle, and walked briskly up the steps, ringing the bell, opening the screen door, standing too close for anybody to see out through the side panels or peephole.
+The heavy door opened quickly, the large, practiced, artificially whitened smile fading quickly, taking on a look of surprise and fear. He was dressed to go out, custom made shirt, no pocket, french cuffs. Probably a quart of pomade in his hair, or whatever they called that shit nowadays. The smell of his cologne was nauseating.
+""I don't need this anymore, you can have it,"" I said, then thrust our wedding knife into the asshole's belly, all the way to that shiny crystal. ""Same for my wife, she's yours.""
+He grabbed at the protruding handle, looking up at me in shock. The rivulets of blood pumped out around the heavy leaded glass, extinguishing the lights. He fell to the floor, whimpering like a little girl.
+I dropped the handkerchief on him. ""Maybe this can stop the bleeding,"" I said. ""They're not phoenix tears, just the snot of a middle-aged heartless slut. Let me know how that works out for you.""  
+I turned away, got in my car, and started driving. I had nowhere to go, and planned on taking a long time to get there.
+* * * *
+Sitting on the porch of my little bungalow, I took another sip of my beer, while I watched the waves, in the dying light. I never got tired of it.
+A shape took form before me, a silhouette, blocking my view. I looked up into a face I'd struggled to forget for over a year. I thought I'd been making progress. As I looked at her, a million thoughts ran through my head. Most were not very pleasant. I couldn't honestly say it was completely unexpected, but it was still surprising. I could barely make out her features in the last of the daylight, and considered turning on the porch light but it seemed like too much effort. I didn't like to waste electricity. She wasn't worth it.
+I had to wonder how she'd found me. I lived in the middle of nowhere. I wasn't part of the ex-pat crowd, living in a little enclave of foreigners. I'd picked up 27.2 acres of land near Corozal, where some genius had decided he was going to build a retirement community. It cost me less than the beach house I'd sold, but ate up more than half of what I'd walked away with. I lived in the little beach house that was their showpiece three years earlier, when they gave up their idiotic dream. My front yard was the only place where the jungle had been scraped clean and a couple of hundred feet of beach had been filled in. It was desolate and I liked it that way. Isolated, I thought. Yet, here she was.
+""I'm sorry.""
+Not the words I expected. I shrugged.
+""Can we talk?""
+I almost laughed. She wanted to talk now? I had tried for months. ""I don't think so."" I took another sip of my beer, staring past her at the white capped waves, their sound now clearer than their view.
+She stepped around me and I heard the door open, then close.
+It was a couple of minutes before she returned, pulling the other chair up beside me. She held her unopened beer in front of me. I took it from her, twisted off the cap and passed it back. Force of habit, I guess. I heard her take a sip, and did the same.
+""You almost killed him.""
+Damn. Nothing but bad news. ""I'll do a better job next time I see him.""
+I heard the soothing crash of the waves three more times before she ventured to speak again.
+""I never slept with him. I never cheated on you.""
+""I read your emails, your text messages, and listened to your phone calls. For the last two weeks. I know everything, Sandra.""
+A longer silence. Still not long enough for me. Why did she want to rehash this shit? It was over. I had moved on. She could do what she wanted. I just didn't care.
+""Then you know I didn't do anything."" Her voice was trembling, a little less confident.
+""Only because I stopped him. I couldn't stop you, could I? God knows I tried.""
+She had no response, and I finished my beer in silence. I got up and saw the way she watched me, nervous. _Now_ , she paid attention. Now, I mattered. Too late. I returned with two more beers. It was my third. One over my self- imposed daily limit, but these were unusual circumstances. I opened hers and passed it to her. She handed me back her empty. A well practiced throw had it clattering among the others in my recycling barrel, mine joining it seconds later.
+My latest was half gone before she spoke again. ""Thank you.""
+I was about to make another snide remark, but curiosity got the better part of me. ""For what?""
+""For waking me up from my private nightmare. For preventing me from doing something horrible. For ending that asshole's slimy seduction that almost succeeded.""
+She took a sip from her beer, for courage I guess. The wooden legs squealed against the porch floor as she turned her chair to face me. ""Thank you for twenty-one wonderful years. For two amazing children. For a lifetime of incredible memories. For loving me, and fighting for us, when I was too lost to do it myself.""
+""You're welcome.""
+I could feel her eyes on me. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction. I couldn't let her see what her presence did to me. I stared out at the sea, and drank my beer.
+""Is there anything you wanted to ask me? Any questions? Anything you want to say?""
+""Can't think of any,"" I said.
+The chair groaned as she got up. There's a reason I sit in the good chair. She stood in front of me, and leaned over at the waist. Her tear streaked face lowered, and her lips brushed my cheek. ""I love you Dan. I'm sorry I fucked up our lives."" Her tears continued to fall, but for once I didn't wipe them away. Not my job anymore.
+She dropped her empty in the barrel, and walked off into the night. Where to, I had no idea. The nearest town, about 1600 people, was over a mile away by the main road, where she was headed.
+I walked indoors, locking up behind me. Damn her for tearing off the scab on my heart. Damn her!
+* * * *
+I woke slowly, tired, my mouth full of cotton balls, sandpaper inside my eyelids, ball-peen hammers tapping away at the insides of my temples, and a bladder ready to burst. My self-imposed limit of three beers had been not only broken but obliterated the night before. It hadn't helped.
+I groaned, staggering out of the room, and out the back door. I leaned against the railing, and watered the landscape for an eternity. The sun was already up, but it was still cool in the back, under the shade. I adjusted my boxers, and made my way back to the kitchen turning on the coffee. I grabbed a bottle of water and some aspirin, which I downed without stopping for a breath. The second one I took slower.
+While the coffee brewed, I strolled out the front door and into the water. A short swim up the beach and back woke me up, and got all the kinks out. It didn't do a lot for my headache, but I didn't expect it to. On the way back to the cabana, I noticed Sandra was on my porch.
+Again, not much of a surprise, although I don't know how I missed her on the way out. Sandra was never one of those idle, helpless wives. On our weekends, her honey-do list was as long as mine. She could never bear to let something stand idle, if it needed work done. She was on her hands and knees, dressed in her running shorts, trail shoes, and a tank top. She had the legs off the porch chair, sanding and chipping the old glue off, and putting them back in place. I saw the cord next to her, where she would soon tie them in place while they dried. It wasn't the first time I'd seen her do this task.
+The first thing we ever bought together was a table for our kitchen. It was overpriced, but she fell in love with it. We bought it on credit and I think it took us three years to pay that damn thing off. Over the decades we'd reupholstered the seat cushions twice, stripped and stained it once, and fixed loose chairs at least half a dozen times. That was the table. The table where we had our last stand, where she made it clear that nothing I could do, nothing that we shared, ever mattered.
+I stepped under the outdoor shower and rinsed off the salt water, then stripped off my boxers to dry in the sun, once again thankful that my nearest neighbor was over a half-mile away. I couldn't help but grin, thinking about those people paying more for their half-acre lots in the planned community, than I had for my entire property. I went in, put on some shorts and a t-shirt, ready to start another day in paradise.
+I poured us each a cup of coffee, black. I grabbed the undersized watermelon I'd picked up the day before, cut it in quarters, and went out to join her on the porch. She glanced up at me, and accepted the coffee cup, sipping it slowly, slurping it noisily as she always had, those first few hot sips. I set half the melon beside her, placed my half on the side table, and faced the water.
+Early mornings I liked to see what was going on. Watch the local fishing boats coming out of the lagoon to the west, see if there was any wildlife activity in the water, check out the early morning outings from the development east of me. I'd look out to the horizon, checking out the weather, planning my day around it. Crystal clear, that morning, despite the storm raging in my soul. I let the clean air fill my lungs, and waited for the pounding in my head to eventually go away.
+I briefly wondered where she'd found the stuff to work on the chair, but it didn't take me too long to figure out she'd been in my shed. I didn't keep it locked. Not much out there worth stealing, and the crime rate was surprisingly low, especially where I was. Out in the middle of nowhere. That was the only reason I could afford waterfront. I was away from everything. Everything except one little town to the south, a delusional bunch of investors to the east, and the suckers who bought into their dream.
+""How was your run?"" I asked. Damned if I know why that was the first thing out of my mouth.
+""Sublime. It's so quiet at dawn, and you know I've always loved running on dirt."" She glanced over at me gnawing on my melon. It was pretty obvious I was hung-over, and I could tell she wanted to say something, but she turned away and started working on the last leg of her chair.
+She had lost weight. She couldn't afford to lose much. Her legs looked skinny, and the shorts were baggy. The last year hadn't been kind to her. Then again, maybe that was only right. Karmic payback.
+We shared the porch in silence. I finished my melon, and checked my watch. Time to go to work. I picked up her empty plate and mug, and took them to the kitchen, rinsing them off, and putting them on the drying rack. Then I pulled down the window shade in the living room, and fired up the laptop. I only worked four or five hours a day, most of the time, for a paltry $35 an hour. Less than half of what I'd made before running away. It was far more than I needed, and I lived a comfortable lifestyle. With the property paid for, my expenses were less than a thousand a month. Most of my earnings still trickled back to my daughters for college. In a couple of months Krystal would be graduating, and hopefully finding a job, reducing that burden. Jenna still had two years to go.
+I'd been at it a couple of hours, when I heard her moving around the house. The shower started, and I considered making a scene. She shouldn't be making herself comfortable. She had her house, this one was mine. She was an intruder. An unwelcome one. When she showed up next to my desk, she was back to wearing her shorts and running shoes, but she'd donned one of my T-shirts.
+""Can I make you a sandwich?"" she asked.
+""I normally walk into town,"" I said. I didn't keep a lot of food around the house. I liked the exercise, and the break from working.
+""Ok."" She left me to work, and I could hear her again, moving around on the porch.
+I uploaded my morning work, stood up and stretched. I put on my shoes at the entrance and grabbed my wallet. When I stepped out on the porch, she closed the book she was reading, fell in step at my side for the mile and a half walk. I guess I could have driven, but I wasn't about to mess up my routine just because she showed up. I had a new life now, and it had taken me a long time to get comfortable with it. I'd be damned if I was going to let her change anything. It was my life, no longer hers.
+I took the route through the property, the occasional cleared lots a reminder of the property's original purpose. After a few hundred yards it narrowed to a dirt trail just before coming out on the main road. Named after the community going in to the east, it wasn't much wider than a single car, with wide dirt shoulders on each side, where we walked. About halfway there, I guess the quiet got to me. ""I usually have lunch, then do my dinner and breakfast shopping before heading back.""
+""That explains the empty refrigerator. I was getting worried. Nothing but a case of beer, some condiments, and a dozen bottles of water."" She was exaggerating a little, but not all that much.
+Worried? Like I was supposed to believe that. I ached to confront her. Ask her what the hell she was doing, hanging around. Why was she sticking her head in my refrigerator? Why couldn't she just leave me alone? What I really wanted to know was why? What had I done? Why did she destroy us? In the end I was a coward and said nothing.
+Past the first sugar cane farms, the road turned, and we walked by a few scattered houses. They became more common, closer together for a quarter of a mile, before we hit their tiny main street, and the local market. She followed me into the shade when I took a seat at the tiny open air restaurant so common to the area. David walked over with a smile. ""Fresh snapper,"" he said then made an odd little nod at my companion.
+""My . . ."" I realized I had no idea. I turned to face her. ""Are we still married?"" I glanced down and saw she was still wearing her rings. Then again, who was I to talk? Mine never left my finger.
+She nodded sadly.
+""My wife. Make it two.""
+The owner/chef walked off shaking his head, and returned with two Cokes he placed on the table, along with a pitcher of water. ""Don't drink the water,"" I said, pouring myself a glass.
+She watched me take a long drink. I didn't bother to explain. She could learn on her own if she didn't want to listen. I had the runs pretty bad three times in the first couple of months down here. I got over it eventually, my internal chemistry adapting to the changes. Most ex-pats don't make the effort, bottled water isn't that expensive.
+David's daughter came running up to me, chattering like a magpie. She had her coloring book with her, and with a look of intense concentration on her face, she drew me a picture. When she was done I thanked her and gave her a quarter. U.S. It was our little ritual. I got a kiss on the cheek and she ran off, her book rolled up and clutched in her hand. I folded the picture and put it in my shirt pocket. One more for the refrigerator.
+The food was ready by then, the usual, fresh fish with rice and beans. Not beans and rice, which would be served separately. I put a little Marie Sharp's on the rice and beans, but shook my head at Sandra when she picked up the bottle. ""You won't like it,"" I told her. She never liked anything too spicy. And this stuff was hot.
+I watched her as she tasted the snapper, and saw the look of surprise. I could relate. Hard to believe anything that good could be found in a place like this. The rice and beans took some getting used to, David overdid the coconut milk, and used the local small red beans. I liked it, but it was an acquired taste. She gave it a tentative nibble, then loaded up her fork. She always was a trooper.
+""It's good,"" she said, once she'd cleaned her plate.
+""David's a genius with the fish. Don't eat his chicken."" I said it loud enough for him to hear me. He laughed heartily. His chicken was what he was best known for.
+She was looking at the chalkboard menu on the wall, and commented she thought it was kind of expensive.
+""That's Belize dollars. Cut it in half to get U.S."" I put down $12 American for the both of us, which included the sodas and a tip. Then it was off to market, across the street.
+I typically ate a lot of fish. It was cheap, fresh, and plentiful, but I figured she'd be sticking around if I didn't chase her off properly. Hell, chances are she still would be making a nuisance of herself even if I did. ""Preference?"" I asked.
+""Whatever you would normally eat,"" she answered quietly.
+That made it easier. I went over to the fresh fish stand, and asked what was good. They had some snook, and I wasn't about to pass that up. It was still lobster season, so I added a couple as well. Two doors down Maria had her wares on display. I tended to frequent different stands, avoiding any obvious preference, but Maria had been a help to me when I was just getting started, and I considered her a friend. I gave the little roly-poly grandmother a hug, and she giggled. She always did. A mango, a papaya, and a star fruit from her counter would make up the side dishes and breakfast. Maybe I'd throw in a potato from my miniscule larder.
+Sandra was eyeing the sparse choices from a distance. ""You'd hate it here,"" I told her. ""The vegetables are terrible, when you can find any."" I grabbed a few of the ugly green oranges. They made a great breakfast juice, although they never appeared to be fully ripe.
+Sandra wasn't a vegetarian by any means, but she loved fresh vegetables, especially organic or out of the garden. Asparagus, broccoli, spinach, cale, all things I'd never miss, were part of her essential diet. I don't think I'd ever seen one of them in a local restaurant. Even a plain salad was rare enough. I imagine at the tourist places they probably had that kind of stuff, but I was trying to live native. It was a lot more affordable.
+She wasn't listening to me. She'd found the small selection of veggies, and picked out a tomato, an onion and a cucumber. ""You have olive oil?""
+""About a gallon."" Anything I couldn't get at the local market, I bought in bulk when I hit the city.
+I loaded everything in the backpack I'd brought with me, and we started the twenty minute hike back.
+""You do this every day?""
+""During the week,"" I explained.
+She was quiet for a while. I barely heard her response. ""No wonder you're looking so damn good.""
+Truth was, she looked pretty damn good to me, she always had, but no way I was going to say so.
+I'll say this for her, other than being underfoot, she left me alone. Didn't say squat for the entire journey back, until we hit the property. I saw her looking around, at the abandoned foundations, scattered squares of grass, and the odd little row of fruit trees that were once meant to be the central avenue.
+""Neighbors?"" she asked.
+""Not here. Half mile east of us, someday.""
+She nodded, but I know she was curious.
+At the cabana, I put away the food, and stripped down to my boxers for another dip in the water. I made it a short one, no more than twenty minutes or so, took my outdoor shower, and swapped out my wet boxers for the pair that had dried in the sun. She sat on the porch and watched me. Honestly, it was weird the looks she gave me. ""Why outside?""
+""Well water, it doesn't use the cistern. I don't like to waste the good water, and I don't like to use the water heater if I don't have to. Saves electricity, saves propane, and saves drinking water. Plus, I like being outside.""
+I could almost hear the stubborn gears in her head start to move, while she considered the ramifications of living like I did. ""I'm sorry, I didn't know.""
+I shrugged, and realized that was the longest conversation we'd had in a year. I grabbed a shirt inside, and sat down at my laptop for a few more hours of work. It looked like I was going to need the money, now that she'd found me. I wondered if there was any way I could be forced to pay alimony.
+I heard the shower outside run, but she never came back in the house. From the sounds of things she was fiddling with something, but I blocked it out. I needed to focus for a little while. When I was done, I sent an email to my boss, Frank, and told him if he had any more work for me, I'd take it. I figured it wouldn't be a problem. He was always bugging me to do some odd project or other. I never did because I didn't need to. That might be changing.
+When I went out and sat in my chair, for the first of my two daily beers, I didn't see her. A few minutes later she came around the corner of the house and spotted me. She gave me a sad little smile, then went indoors, returning with a beer of her own. She passed me the Belikin, about the only beer I could buy locally, and I opened it for her. She pulled the chair she'd fixed over, and sat down next to me, facing the water.
+Once I'd finished the beer, I tossed the empty. ""I usually grill the fish,"" I said.  
+""Sounds wonderful.""
+I stepped down off the porch, and fired up my homemade grill. Once I was convinced it was going strong, I went indoors.
+She followed me into the house, and went to work on her rabbit food. I cleaned two of the little potatoes I still had in the pantry, rubbed them in oil and sea salt, unfolded a couple of pieces of my precious, recycled aluminum foil and wrapped them in it. I ran them out to the grill to get them started, and grabbed a couple of leaves off one of the banana trees before heading back in. Sandra was moving slower, still trying to figure out where everything was. I cleaned the fish, cut one of the oranges into slices, and wrapped the fish in one of the soaked leaves, with the orange slices on top. I broke off the lobster tails and claws, cut the underside of the tail down the soft middle, and stuck a skewer through the tail so it wouldn't curl up. I dumped the fish and lobster remains into the orange garbage bucket. Then I added the fish and lobster to the grill.
+I made an herb butter with a stick of butter, some chives, tarragon, minced garlic and black pepper. I mixed it well and took it out to the grill.
+Everything looked like it was coming together nicely. I flipped the tails and put a heaping tablespoon of the herb butter on the butterflied lobster meat. Five more minutes and everything should be ready.
+While they were cooking, I walked around the porch, lighting the candles that were supposed to keep the bugs away. They weren't bad yet, but it was another habit of mine.
+I could hear her moving around, humming to herself. That in itself was odd and a little disturbing. She used to do that all the time. It was her 'happy' hum, something she did when she was in a good mood. I don't think I'd heard it for at least six months before everything went to shit. I peered in the window, and she was setting the little table, folding the paper napkins, adjusting the place settings.
+I checked on the grill. The lobster looked just about perfect. I peeled back the leaf off the fish, and checked inside. Done. I brought them inside, and plated them, then finally retrieved the potatoes. Sandra had used the mango and star fruit to make a fruit salad, and she made herself a Chilean salad with the tomatoes and onions.
+Dinner in paradise. I ate better every day, than I had through most of my adult life. The only shame was how I'd come to this point.
+""Talk to the girls lately?"" she asked a few minutes into the meal.
+""Every Saturday morning.""
+I think that surprised her. She took a sip of her bottled water, and went back to eating the fish. ""Everything's delicious,"" she said, stabbing a chunk of the lobster into the little bowl of herb butter before popping it in her mouth.
+I never could cook worth a damn. I was waiting for her to say something about it. She didn't.
+""David's recipes. For the fish and the lobster.""
+""You're right. The man's a genius. I'm glad we didn't get chicken.""
+Near the end of the meal, she put her utensils down. ""Do you want to talk?"" she asked.
+""Not really.""
+She nodded. ""I'll clean up.""
+""You don't know how.""
+Over the next fifteen minutes, I showed her the process. Composting materials, recyclables, organic trash, and real trash. I had to clean up the mess she'd already made after making the salads, organizing things into the four five gallon containers I had in the pantry. Once that was done, she followed me around as I dumped the fish and lobster remains in the garbage pit, throwing some dirt on top, and covering it up again. I took the rinsed recyclables and dumped them in the beer bottle barrel.
+""What about the other two?""
+I explained that the compost bucket didn't go out until it was full, and the trash bucket would go to the landfill when ready.
+""How long is that?""
+Fuckin' Curious George had made herself at home in my house. ""Maybe once a month. When it's full, that's when I make a trip to the city for anything I can't get locally.""
+With everything cleaned up and put away, I grabbed my second beer, and went out to the porch, with my new shadow falling in step. We sat in our chairs, I opened her beer, and we drank in silence, illuminated only by the light of the candles, and the moonlight above.
+When I finished my beer, I stood up to go inside. I usually read for a while each night. Thank god for my Kindle. It used almost no power, and I could download anything I wanted from the laptop. I could thank the retirement community next door for phone, internet, and electricity. It still had cost me an arm and a leg to get it turned on. The internet access was ridiculously expensive, but I'd negotiated with Frank to have that paid for as part of my contract. That saved me almost $200 a month.
+Sandra stood after me, and chugged the last of her beer. She tossed it into the bottle barrel. ""Thanks for dinner, Dan. It was delicious. I can't remember the last time I ate such a wonderful meal.""
+""You're welcome."" I turned and walked inside before she got any ideas about talking. I watched through the window as she grabbed a tote bag she'd stashed on the side of the house, and took off walking down the road.
+* * * *
+The following day was eerily similar. She was sanding the porch railing when I came outside, humming her little happy song. I guess she was planning to either paint or stain it. Not that it couldn't use it. Pretty wasn't high on my priority list, when it came to chores. I had my swim, and we ate. I logged my hours on the laptop while she worked out on the porch, then we walked into town. Conch for lunch, some kind of stew that David had concocted. I bought a chicken.
+It must have been around three o'clock when I heard the tinkle of the bicycle bell. Shit. With all the craziness, I'd forgotten about Gabrielle. I heard her walk up to the porch, and before I could do anything about it they were talking. Five minutes later Gabrielle was inside doing her bi-weekly cleaning.
+I had a choice to make, and in the end it was simple. I wasn't about to let Sandra change my life. Not again. She wasn't a guest, she was an interloper. I didn't owe her anything. If she didn't like it, tough shit. She could leave. I hadn't asked her to interrupt my life.
+When I finished my work, Gabrielle gave me her big sweet gap-toothed grin. ""Boom boom?""
+""You know it.""
+""But the lady . . .?""
+""Doesn't matter.""
+The way I understood it, the going rate for having someone come in and clean your house was about $10 a day, for a full day's work. Two hundred a month. Gabrielle only came in twice a week for a few hours, and I paid her $40 on Thursdays. The extra hour we spent in the bedroom once a week was worth the added sawbuck.
+Gabrielle was neither young, nor particularly attractive. She was as black as the night. What she had going for her was that she was clean, willing, and uninhibited.
+We retreated to the bedroom, and enjoyed ourselves for the better part of an hour. She went down on me, I enjoyed the use of her soft body, she got me up for seconds, and I let her do the work for the second round. She took care of the condoms, neatened the bed, and we took a quick shower together. It was about the only time I used the inside shower. We dressed, and I gave her my dirty laundry in a bag which she would bring back clean on her next visit.
+I paid her for the week, sent her on her way with a pat on her substantial butt, grabbed a couple of beers and went out to the porch. I was wondering how my little escapade was going to play out.
+Sandra was sitting in her chair, ostensibly reading her book. I passed her a beer, and saw the tears on her face. Maybe now she understood. I was over her. I had a new life, and she wasn't part of it.
+I sat in my chair, and drank my beer. ""I thought I'd do a beer can chicken."" I had an old empty can of Heineken, one of the few imports I could find. I saved it for just that purpose.
+""That would be nice.""
+I kept waiting for the explosion but it never happened. We had another quiet dinner, and she did most of the cleaning up. I only had to correct her once. We retired for another silent beer on the porch. When I bid her goodnight, I noticed she stayed on the porch for a good hour before she took off on her mystery walk.
+It wasn't what I'd expected, and to be honest, I felt a little bad. I think I would have preferred the confrontation. I noticed that she hadn't hummed at all that night.
+* * * *
+I didn't see Sandra the next day.
+I stayed home and ate alone. Drank five beers and even dug into my bottle of Jack Daniels for dinner.
+Fuck her.
+* * * *
+When I returned from my swim the next morning, I had a surprise.
+On my little table lay three items: a handkerchief, a book, and a knife.
+The handkerchief was stained with what looked like rust. I knew better. The book had about a third of the cover charred off. The knife looked shiny and new.
+I looked around the room, but I was alone. I went out to the porch, but she was nowhere to be found. What the fuck? I didn't want to play her stupid game.
+But I did. Against my better judgment I took the book out to the porch, and flipped through it. It was Saturday, and normally I'd walk the property, do a little beach cleanup, maybe even go to town. Instead I leafed through the pages of a different time, a different life. I watched our girls grow up, and our lives mature, from that little first apartment, to the home I thought I'd grow old in. The pages started to blur about a third of the way through. She leaned over and wiped my eyes.
+I looked up, wondering how the hell she'd snuck up on me.
+""I want another chance, Dan.""
+It took a minute for me to be able to control myself. ""Why, Sandra?""
+She sat down and closed the book. She reached for my hand and squeezed it in hers. ""I screwed up, baby. I know I don't deserve it, but I love you. I hate my life without you. I'll make it up to you if you'll let me . . .""
+I was shaking my head, and I could see the disappointment on her face. ""Please, baby—""
+""No, Sandra. Why?""
+She looked confused. ""I . . . I need you. I think you need me too—""
+I yanked my hand away. ""No, God damn it! _WHY?_ What was wrong with me? What did I do? Why couldn't you love me anymore? Why did you leave me?""
+""I . . . I didn't leave you. I wouldn't.""
+""Bullshit! You left me almost two years ago. Yeah, you lived in the same damn house, but it wasn't you. What the hell happened? Why would you dump me for that asshole?""
+She settled back in her chair, folding in on herself. ""Because I was an idiot. It had nothing to do with you.""
+""If you're not gonna be honest with me, just leave, alright? I don't need this. I was happy alone. I was getting by. I don't need you. I don't need anyone.""
+She was crying. ""There's no simple answer, baby. Don't you think I wish there was? Hell, it took me eight months of twice a week sessions to come to understand even a little of what was going on in my own head. There's no excuse for it. None. I fucked up, badly. I hurt you, our girls, and destroyed the best thing that ever happened to me. I don't deserve you, and I don't expect you to take me back. But I'm asking anyway. I'm begging you for another chance.""
+""I can't, Sandra. I can't, not knowing why. I could never trust you again. I'd never know when you'd abandon me, leave me, hurt me. I can't do it again. I can't. I won't make it this time.""
+She nodded sadly. ""I wish I had a good answer for you. I do. All I have is a lot of psychological mumbo-jumbo bullshit, and a broken heart. I'm sorry. I think we could make it, if you wanted to, but I understand. I probably wouldn't take you back either."" She stood up, and leaned over, kissing me on the cheek. ""I still love you, Dan. I always will. I'd do anything to change the past but I can't. I'm sorry.""
+She walked off the porch and I let her go.
+* * * *
+She messed me up. Again. It took the better part of a month for me to get my head on straight. I was pretty rough with Gabrielle the next week. I used her hard, and I felt ashamed at my behavior. She never complained. I gave her an extra hundred bucks, and told her to take a few weeks off.
+I drove up to Mexico, a couple of hours drive. I got drunk, got obnoxious. Almost got my ass kicked. I did my monthly shopping, and returned home.
+The girls called twice, wanting to know what was going on. Apparently they knew their mother had come to see me, and I had to break the news that it wasn't going to happen. No reconciliation. I even took the time to explain why. They took it well, better than I thought they would.
+When I had first bought the property, I'd had plans for it. Improvements, things I wanted to change. I wanted to extend the beach, for the length of the property. Clear out some more of the jungle. Improve the road. Add solar lights along the main drag. Lots of things.
+I worked my ass off, putting in more hours telecommuting, and dipping into my reserves for the cash I needed. More solar panels, a bigger cistern, a shaded gazebo nearer the water. Fix up my makeshift grill. I cleared almost an acre of dense jungle and another of mixed underbrush. So damn many things to do. I kept myself busy from dawn to dark. I spent nights working at my computer, using the daylight to work the property. Fix the shutters before a big storm hit. Paint the place. Extend the porch. Add the solar lights, and a conch shell street border. Stay busy.
+Don't think about _her_. And why the fuck she couldn't answer one simple question.
+* * * *
+I woke, startled, and felt her arms around me.
+"" _Shh_ , it's just me, baby.""
+It took me a few seconds to figure out what the hell was going on. I pulled away from her. ""No, Sandra—""
+"" _Shhhh_ ,"" she whispered, sidling up against me. ""I'm not here to cause you any more pain. I'll leave when I'm done.""
+""We're not going to—""
+""I know. I'm here to answer your question, if you'll give me a chance. You may not like the answer. I know I don't.""
+I could barely see her outline, and I knew the sun hadn't fully come up yet. ""Why now?""
+She chuckled. ""One question at a time, alright?"" She wriggled closer, resting her head on my shoulder. I could tell she was naked.
+I was torn. I wanted to strangle her for what she'd done to me, ripping open all my old scars. I wanted to shake her, make her feel my agony. Another part of me wanted to hold her, tell her it would be alright. I could sense her pain. I understood she hurt as well, but I knew the difference. She deserved it. I didn't.
+Most of all I still wanted to know why.
+""Why now?"" I asked. I pulled her close, and felt her body molding against mine, so achingly familiar.
+""You were right. I didn't deserve you to take me back. Not if I couldn't face the real problem myself. Why would I do that? Why would I throw away a lifetime of happiness? I needed to know, for my own sanity and peace of mind.""
+I waited patiently, waiting to see what the answer was. So far I was no closer to understanding.
+""I spent the last couple of months trying to figure that out. Nothing else mattered. If I couldn't get a grip on what I'd done and why, I was never going to be happy again. I'd never be able to trust myself, never mind having anyone else trust me.""
+I felt her lips press against my skin. ""Thank you for the few days you gave me. I didn't deserve that much.""
+She sighed, and wriggled against me, her leg slipping over mine. ""I went for a run. A long one. When I couldn't run, I walked. When I couldn't walk, I sat down until I could move again. When I ran out of road headed south, I turned around and came back. I ate when I smelled something good, I drank whatever I could find. I slept whenever I had to.""
+I heard a little giggle. ""The people here are pretty amazing. I think it was my third day after I left you when I couldn't move another inch. I crawled up to a house, and asked to sleep on their property. They took me in, fed me, let me sleep in their children's bed. When I woke, they fed me again. They asked me what I was doing, and I told them. We talked, they forced food and water on me, and then I started running again, until I couldn't.""
+I felt her fingers on my chest, rubbing me. ""I probably should have been scared. I don't know why I wasn't. I guess I wasn't right in my head. The next time I was on the brink of collapse, it happened again. Anywhere I went, no matter how little they had, they'd share it with me, help me, talk to me. Each time I'd try to give them money, and they'd fight me on it. Shit, I had money. You made sure of that. So I'd leave them a little, a couple of twenties, and go on.""
+Her hands were wandering, moving where they shouldn't. I didn't stop her. I wanted to hear her story. It wasn't what I expected. The woman was more screwed up than I was. That's saying a lot.
+""I think I crossed this whole damn country half a dozen times. I spent a few nights in jails, when the local police didn't know what to do with me."" She actually laughed.
+""About a month ago, one of the families that put me up for the night invited someone over. She took me to her home. She was probably close to eighty years old, a Swedish ex-pat.""
+Sandra squeezed me, and I felt her tears on my chest. ""She saved me. Marta saved me. I was fucked up. Skin and bones. I think I was going to just keep moving, keep running and walking until I died. I had nothing to live for.""
+I started to say something about her girls, and she put her finger over my lips. "" _Shhh_. Let me finish. Hell, this is the easy question.
+""She wasn't nice about it. She cursed me, and yelled at me. She forced me to eat, and go out. She had her friends over, and made me play nice. And she talked. I think she must have saved up forty years of conversation and dumped it all on me.
+""Marta knows everybody. She took me to visit some of the locals, then she made me go out with her to Ambergris Cay, where there were more people I had to talk to. Or listen to in a lot of cases. We were there for over a week. That crazy old woman has more energy than someone half her age. She just wouldn't stop. Then one day she said I was ready, and told me I had to come back here and make things right. So here I am. And that's 'Why now'.""
+We lay quietly, while I tried to absorb her crazy story.
+""Nothing? You don't have anything to say?"" she finally blurted.
+""I don't know what to say. You seemed so calm, so normal. It's hard to believe you'd just take off like that. It sounds awful Forrest Gump. Running across the country? Sleeping wherever you collapsed? Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? What if something happened to you? What if you were robbed, raped, or even murdered? What the hell were you thinking? Didn't you ever once consider what it would to the girls? How it would destroy me?""
+""Baby, I couldn't think straight. All I could do was beat myself up over and over again for what I'd done. I ruined everything, and I didn't even know why.""
+""But now you do?"" I asked.
+""As much as I probably ever will.""
+I waited, and could feel her tensing up. I gave her a little hug. ""Go ahead.""
+""My stupid psychiatrists didn't know shit. The first spent a couple of months telling me that these things happen, that it wasn't my fault. She kept trying to find out what you'd done to cause the problem. I finally fired that bitch.""
+I could feel myself getting angry when she mentioned what _I_ had done. She noticed. She ran her hand down my chest, kissing my shoulder. ""I knew it wasn't you, Dan. That's why I found a new psychiatrist. He was subtler, helping me find excuses for what I did. I was too close to the kids, he said. That fact that my email address was EandJsMom explained it all, or so he said. My identity was buried in theirs, and when they left, I was lost. I was clinically depressed. I was going through the change of life. I was bitter that I had a degree that I'd never used. I never had a real job, since the girls were born. I had dreams, and they'd all turned to dust. It was too much, and I took it out on you, that's what he said. What he tried to get me to believe.""  
+I could feel myself getting angry again. So many damn excuses. None worth a damn, in my opinion.
+""I knew it wasn't true, Dan. That's why when you asked, I couldn't tell you the same lame excuses he fed me. Not that a lot of that wasn't true. It was. But that's not why.""
+She clung to me, as if I was going to make a run for it. Like that was likely. I was still waiting to hear her damn excuse.
+""Marta knew. I don't know how. She knew, and instead of telling me, she made me work it out for myself, after talking with half the damn ex-pats in the country.""
+""Why, Sandy? Why the hell did it happen?""
+""I did it because I thought I could. I took you for granted. I knew you loved me, and that you'd forgive me anything. I let that damn asshole seduce me, and my idiot friends cover for me, all because I thought I could get away with it. I'd do something wild, and crazy. Rebellious. For a while I wouldn't be the good wife, the doting mother, the happy homemaker.""
+""That jerk you gave a second belly-button to, he had a lot to do with it, but I can't blame him totally. I knew better. There was nothing you did, nothing you could have done at that point. I was going to be bad, for once in my life. Do something just for me, and the hell with everyone else. All he did was recognize my weakness, and convince me I deserved it. That there was nothing wrong with it, and that nobody would be hurt. A little larceny in the soul was a good thing.""
+""I don't understand,"" I said. ""How can you go from the perfect wife one day, to hating me?""
+""God, you idiot. I never hated you. I loved you, and felt guilty as hell for what I was doing. Every time I saw you I was afraid I was going to confess everything! When you'd look at me, your disappointment showing, all I wanted to do was apologize. And I hadn't even done anything yet. I was thinking about cheating on you and it ate away at me. I had to avoid you. I couldn't look you in the eye. I sure as hell couldn't make love to you, without losing it. So I told myself it was your fault, you were putting all this guilt on me, trying to stop me from doing something for myself just once in my life. I'd given you twenty-one years, didn't I deserve something?""
+""You had to know I'd figure it out, Sandy.""
+She sighed. ""No. Well, yes, I knew you'd see through me, know I was up to something. You'd be suspicious, but you'd never really know. Not for sure. I was too smart. I'd be discreet. You might figure something was happening, but you had to trust me after all our time together. You'd give me the benefit of the doubt. I'd do it, and then it would be over, and we'd be fine. You'd never know for sure. And then we'd be together, my urge satisfied, and everything would be Ok.""
+""I guess I still don't understand. You knew it was wrong, Sandy. You knew I'd probably figure it out. And you still were willing to risk everything.""
+""No, baby. I was risking nothing. I was absolutely convinced you'd never know for sure, and that you loved me enough to forgive me for my temporary bad behavior. There was no risk. Not in my mind. I was an idiot. I said you wouldn't like the answer. There was no reason why, other than I thought I could get away with it, so I was going to do it.""
+I laid there, trying to wrap my mind around what she was saying. I could understand there were a lot of elements leading up to it. They all combined to leave her vulnerable. The kids leaving, I knew was a huge part of it. She was right, her identity was as our girl's mother. Without them, she started to lose herself. I never knew she was unhappy that she never got to use her degree. She never said a word about it. She was happy to be a stay-at-home mom. Our children's welfare was her first concern. Maybe I did take her for granted a little, opening the door for some smooth operator to start working on her insecurities. But I'd tried, damn it! I tried to talk to her, tried to understand. I tried to make her see what was happening.
+She did it because she could. Shit. In the end, no matter what other excuses she came up with, that's what it was all about. She wanted to do it, thought she could get away with it without consequences, and stuck to that path of destruction.
+""You were going to do it that night, weren't you?""
+""Yes. I had convinced myself I would do it once, get it out of my system, and go back to being the perfect wife. No repercussions, no consequences, nobody the wiser.""
+""But you hadn't . . .""
+""No baby. Not once in twenty-one years. I was never unfaithful to you. Even with that asshole, it never went further than some inappropriate touching on his part, outside of my clothing, and some light kissing. Any more would have been cheating, and in my fucked up brain, I was only going to cheat on you once.""
+""Do you have any idea how insane that sounds?"" I said, hearing the anger in my voice.
+""I wasn't insane. I was stupid, stupid and selfish. I don't get to fall back on that stupid crutch, that I didn't know what I was doing. I knew exactly what I was doing. That's the horror of it. I knew."" I could feel her trembling, heard her voice breaking.
+So now I knew. And it didn't help me understand one damn bit. In the end, she had a dozen reasons, and only one that really mattered. She did it because she could. Damn her!
+I felt her lips on my cheek. ""I'm sorry. But you deserved to know. Your only mistake was loving me so much, that I believed I could get away with anything. And I abused your love and trust. Even then, you risked your life, and your freedom, you risked jail, and threw away a lifetime of effort to stop me from making the final mistake, saving me from myself. I think that's what hurts the most. I don't deserve you.""
+She climbed out of the bed, after one last salty kiss on my lips, and walked out of the room. I guess I could have stopped her. I could have called her back. I could have told her she was forgiven.
+I didn't.
+* * * *
+Krystal graduated. I would have loved to see it, but I couldn't go back to the States. I figured they had to have a warrant out for me. We spoke on Skype, and I told her how proud I was of her. I sent her a check for ten grand, to help her get started. She told me she had a boyfriend, and that they were pretty serious. He wanted her to move in with him.
+The last damn thing a father wanted to hear. As far as I was concerned she was still pure as the driven snow, unsullied, a virgin. All those dates over the years, the proms, the weekends at the beach, they were innocent. I was sure of it. Not my Krystal.
+I guess I wasn't good at hiding my thoughts and feelings, even over Skype.
+""Give me a break, Dad. How old were you, when you and Mom starting doing it?""
+""Those were different times, baby girl. You have to understand—""
+""Jesus, Dad! Get with the program. I haven't been a virgin since eleventh grade. Moving in with Jimmy wouldn't be the end of the world.""
+""Does he love you, baby? Really love you? He's not just using you . . .""
+""More than anything. Hell, we'd already be married if he had his way. He loves me like you love Mom."" She caught herself. ""I mean, you know, like you and Mom used to be. Before she—""
+""No, I get it. I hope you're right. If that man loves you half as much as I love your mother, I couldn't ask for anything more for you. I hope you make each other as happy as we were.""
+It was a rough weekend. Missing her graduation, knowing I was losing her for good. That there was a new man in her life, and that I'd taken myself out of the picture. I wondered how long it would be before I could ever return to the States. For the first time I was glad I hadn't managed to kill the asshole. I'd have to find out what I would have been charged with, and what the statute of limitations were. Maybe I could see my grandchildren before they were all grown up.
+Jenna wasn't much better. She wanted to enter some exchange program, and do her second year of college in Italy. Italy! The only saving grace in that, was that maybe I could go over and pay her a visit. If I wouldn't be cramping her style too much.
+Yeah, I was having a real pity party, even broke my rule about drinking too much. My life was a mess. Hell, my house was a mess. I'd let Gabrielle go. I gave her a nice severance, thanked her for everything, and told myself that I'd be fine on my own. I could take care of myself, in every sense of the word.
+That was how my girls found me. Hung-over, living in squalor, empty bottles all over the place, standing under the outside shower naked as the day I was born. Hell, I didn't even know they were there, until I heard the whistles and cat-calls.
+""Who the hell are you,"" Krystal said, giggling, ""and what have you done with my Daddy?""
+I was stunned. Too shocked at first to even realize the awkwardness of the situation. Jenna's laughter finally woke me up. ""Since when are you a nudist, Dad? And where the hell did you get that hot bod?""
+I turned away from them, mortally shamed. ""Give me a minute. This isn't what it looks like.""
+Krystal was laughing so hard I was afraid she was going to collapse. I was trying to put my wet boxers back on, almost falling on my ass. ""Looks to me like somebody's naked and embarrassed. It's not like you haven't seen us naked a million times.""
+""Jesus, Krystal! Not since your were four or five years old! Now turn away!""
+""No way. We didn't come thousands of miles to turn away, after seeing you for the first time in almost two years!""
+That's when it struck me. My girls were here. In the middle of nowhere. ""How . . .?""
+""Mom brought us,"" Jenna explained.
+I looked around, to see where she was. If she was part of this.
+""She dropped us off. We couldn't get her to even come down and say hi. You're ours for two weeks, and then we'll call her when we're ready to be picked up. She said she wanted to see an old friend. Emphasis on 'old'. She said you'd get it.""
+Marta. I got it. And I realized I was still standing there with one leg in my boxers, nearly naked. I managed to get my other leg into the shorts before dying of embarrassment. Only then did I turn around and see how much my girls had changed. Skype didn't do them justice.
+Yeah, it was pretty wonderful. I showed them around the property, told them what it was like and all I'd done. I took them into town, and made sure that David gave them his best. Drove them into the big city, or what passed for one in that area.
+But mostly we talked. Talked and talked. We'd sit on the porch when it rained, or lay out in the sun. I bought a blender so I could make them the local rum drinks, and we gabbed. Talked like we never had before. They dragged the whole story out of me, what had happened, back then, and during their mother's two visits. Man did I catch crap for the Gabrielle episode, not because I spent intimate time with her, but that I'd punish their mom like that. I didn't really have a good excuse.
+I kept expecting them to try to convince me to give their mom a second chance, but they never brought it up. What they did do, was try to convince me that my place should be their personal resort. They wanted me to put up some shacks, nothing fancy just a roof to sleep under. Clean up the beach, stock the larders, and let them bring their friends to visit. Bring their boyfriends. Plural. I shouldn't have been surprised that Jenna had some guy on the hook as well. Hell, she's the spitting image of her mother, beautiful.
+I didn't say no. Didn't say yes, at least not to building them little huts of debauchery, but I didn't say no. I was even thinking about which of the lots would be easiest to finish, and wondering how much a little bungalow would cost if I kept it simple. Two bedrooms of course. At least that way I could continue lying to myself.
+I took them to Ambergris Cay and Caye Caulker. Showed them the ex-pat life, when you had money to burn. Drove out to several of the ruins, spent a day on a catamaran. Went snorkeling, and I promised them that if they took the PADI course and passed their test, I'd take them out to do their open water dive with Jon, my favorite dive master.
+The two weeks passed all too quickly, and then it was time to go. It was my job to take them into town, and their mother would take them down to Belize City where they'd fly home from. I argued that I could take them, but they stood firm. Their mother wasn't ready to see me again.
+That's what they said, but when I took them to town, she was sitting there at David's.
+""Hi Dan. Did you have a great visit?""
+The girls pulled me forward, literally forcing me to sit down across from my wife. I assume she was still my wife.
+""Wonderful. Thanks for bringing them here. How about you?""
+She gave me a slow smile. ""It was good. Something I needed. When I left here last time, I ran home. I never did stop by and thank Marta for all she did.""
+The girls monopolized the conversation from that point, telling their mother all the things they'd done, and filling her in on their plans for my property. It broke my heart when Sandy looked at her watch. ""We have to go. We have a long drive ahead of us, and we don't want to be late for the flight.""
+I offered to go along, but Sandy insisted the time wasn't right. I wanted to argue. I needed to spend every minute I could with my girls. In the end I gave them a tearful hug goodbye. The two troublemakers pushed their mother into my arms. I gave her a hug. I was a little bothered that I didn't receive much of one back. I guess she was over me. I knew damn well I should be over her.
+Then she was walking away, with the girls in tow. No, 'sorry', no 'I love you', nothing. I remembered that feeling. I didn't matter. Not anymore.
+* * * *
+I missed my girls. All of them, even the one that broke my heart, if I'm honest with myself.
+The first week, after they left, I worked myself ragged. I'd gotten behind on my project, thanks to their surprise visit, but seven 12 hours days had me back on schedule.
+A few hours spent with the original plans for the property, some paper, and spreadsheets, and I felt pretty good about things. It wouldn't be that hard to make the place something special for the girls. I switched back to doing most of my telecommute work at night, laboring during the day. I spent a few hours in town, talking to the locals. I was trying to rent some heavy equipment, but the prices came as a shock. Nobody would let you rent the equipment by itself, and a bulldozer and operator ran about $2000 Belize a day. The good news was I could hire a guy with a machete to clear an acre of underbrush for $200. Go figure.
+My property shared a road down one side with the retirement community next door. That access road ran from the paved road down to within about a hundred feet of the shore. Turn right, and you're driving behind the $250,000 mansion waterfront lots next door. All unimproved at the moment. There were ten of them.
+Turn left, and the road narrowed, almost overrun by the jungle. It traveled a few hundred yards, then formed a nice semi-circle around my little beach, passing right behind my cabana. After another hundred yards of even worse road, it dead-ended. The land to the west of mine was raw jungle, as was most of the land in the area, until the sugar cane fields started near town, half- a-mile away.
+At the peak of the road arc, directly behind my house, another road headed straight away from the beach for about three hundred yards. It was two separate lanes, with a line of fruit trees planted in the middle. At one time a bulldozer had come through and cleared the house lots on each side of this lane. Since then most had been overgrown.
+David introduced me to a guy in town who hooked me up. I was amazed how much work could be done by four guys with machetes. A couple of times I saw them hook a chain to their truck, and pull out some of the bigger stuff. Manolo became my go-to guy. Labor is cheap, minimum wage is well under two bucks and hour. Manolo charged me $12.50 a day for unskilled labor, and $20 to $40 for guys like 'Chainsaw Eddie' who could bring down a tree two feet in width, and leave me a pile of perfectly cut boards in less than a day.
+I'm not stupid. I'd been doing most of the labor myself. When I learned that for an hour at the computer, I could hire two men for a day, I rethought my efforts. I learned to do that a lot.
+You know the old saw, ""When in Rome . . .?"" Learn it. Live it. Love it.
+I didn't know better, and I'm not that smart, it turns out. Where I wanted to put in grass, Manolo got me five truck loads of sand and gravel for $400, including guys with shovels to spread and level it. When I bought cinder blocks to expand my storage shed, I learned from Manolo that 'rich foreigners' paid almost double. From then on, I let him do my purchasing. I'd rather pay him an extra 10-20% and have it delivered, then have to pick it up at twice the cost.
+A carpenter costs $25 a day. About $20 for a bricklayer. That's my cost, with Manolo's oversight. Painters cost less than the paint. In the end I bit the bullet, and just told Manolo what I wanted, and he billed me. It took me about three months of continuous projects to get me there. I never regretted it. Once I put it in his hands, I was surprised to see my expenses go down. David explained it to me.
+""One price for one-time work, cheaper for long time employment,"" he said. ""You let him maintain property, roads, clean the beach, cut back the brush, and keep throwing him new work, he wants to keep you happy. Not a lot of work out here.""
+I wasn't the only one busy. I was surprised that the retirement community was actually growing. They had enough lots for more than two hundred homes, and four large multi-floor condos. When I'd swim by, I'd see the big equipment out there, over and over again. I saw a couple of 4000 sq. ft. western style homes go in, and one monstrosity of a mansion. I thanked my lucky stars for the small hill and dense jungle that separated my property from everything. I rarely heard anything of the construction.
+At the five month mark, Manolo was asking me when I was going to start selling the lots. He was pushing me to put in a dock, but I didn't have a boat. He had a quote for a pool, but I had an entire bay at my front door. He brought over a guy who was building the 'casitas' next door. Cute, tiny little houses, only about 1100 sq. ft. Thatched roofs, 1 bedroom, 1 living area, kitchenette and bath, with a huge wraparound porch. They were adorable, and I was almost tempted to do it, but it was almost 80 grand for two. Dirt cheap, but a goodly chunk of my remaining wealth. Even with my eldest out of college, and working more hours than ever, I wasn't saving a dime. I was barely breaking even, with all the work I had Manolo doing.
+I finally explained that I wasn't selling lots. This wasn't a community. It was just for me and my family. I know he thought I was nuts. He was probably right. I'm sure he was a little disappointed. I'm certain forty or fifty homes would have kept him in work for a long time. He wasn't going to get rich off of me.
+I slowly started to interface a little with the other ex-pats. Mostly online, except for a few people next store. At first I was just looking for answers to some questions. How to do things, were to buy things. Like a decent pillow, or what would grow in a garden. I was happy living native, but my girls would probably need some western amenities.
+The dilapidated, overgrown abandoned place I'd purchased was starting to look like a resort. I mean, seriously. Gorgeous. Landscaped, clean, bright handmade signs by 'Sandy's Beach', and 'Krystal's Klear Pond', a nice little cenote, at least that's what Manolo called it. A turquoise blue pond, only about 30 feet wide and 20 feet across, it had to be at least a hundred feet deep. Sweet water. When I told him I wasn't going to put in a pool, the next thing I knew, I had a marked trail, hardwood benches, and a clearing around our swimming hole. Nobody had even told me it was on the property. It wasn't marked on the map. Surprise.  
+There was a new cleared trail that circled the property. It ran past the swimming hole, and my 'official' Maya Ruins. Honestly, it looked like a pile of rocks. No temple to the sun here, but a professor from the university in Belize City confirmed it. It turns out the area was littered with ruins. Manolo said for only $2000 Belize, he could have it excavated, and see what was under the dirt. I was curious, but not that curious. He still cleaned it up, exposed a couple of steps and a piece of wall, put up a stone and another sign. ""Jenna's Rest"". It was near the edge of my property, and less than fifty feet later Manolo had the end of the trail coming out on the side road, conveniently across from where the trails at the community next door started.
+The roads were improved, with a nice cleared space on each side. The fruit trees were trimmed, sprayed, and mulched. I even had my shade gazebo with thatched roof to the east side of the beach. My original little grill was enclosed, and was big enough to cook a side of beef. I had a half-ton of wood charcoal in the brick box beside it. There were two hammocks down by the water, hanging between some of the trees that had been left when the beach was originally cleared. Two. There was only one of me. You do the math.
+What I was missing was my guests.
+I'd been calling the girls regularly, at least once a week. Krystal had moved in with her guy, and found a good job. She bitched about it a lot, but don't we all? Jenna was loving Italy, and sprinkled Italian into our conversations. I was keeping most of the work I was doing a secret, I wanted it to be a surprise.
+They never brought up their mother. When I asked about her, all they would say was that she was very busy, but when it was time, she'd contact me. I guess it was really over. I had mixed feeling about that.
+I was afraid they'd want to spend Christmas with their mother, but I went out on a limb and invited them anyway. I was surprised when they both accepted, eagerly. I wasn't quite as pleased when they both told me they'd be bringing a 'guest'. Call me selfish, I wanted my girls for myself. I told them my gift was the airfare to Belize City and home again. They were to coordinate their travel, for all four of them, and charge it to me. I was scared of what that would cost me. I could probably have my dock built for less.
+I told Manolo what was happening, and realized I had no place for four people to stay. He chewed me out good, then told me about the Mennonite pre-fab homes. The next day I was talking to Hans, and I was amazed at how cheaply and quickly I could have a very basic cabin in place. Because of the rush, I had to select from their existing inventory. One was a particularly good deal, because the original buyer defaulted. For a new two-bedroom, one bath, hardwood home, complete, on-site, with a basic interior finish and a 16' x 8' veranda, it was a little over $30,000, and only $24,000 for the second-hand one. Manolo promised to have the interior finished, the place painted, and everything ready for my guests for another five grand. It would hurt my wallet, but I told them to go ahead.
+I no longer had a beach house, I had a compound. Alright, I was going a little nuts. But if it meant seeing my girls more often, I figured it was worth it.
+* * * *
+It was December 16th, I'll never forget it. Four days before my girls were supposed to come visit for two weeks. I could hear the saws running, as the carpenters were putting in the cabinets in the casitas. There must have been at least ten people working on the property. One guy was even climbing the beach trees and installing Christmas lights.
+I'd been evicted from my own house, while the floors were refinished. Manolo was pretty amazing, I have to admit. He was always searching auctions, sales, and property recoveries. He'd found some used granite counters, ridiculously expensive new, and was having my kitchen surfaces replaced. My living room office had been relocated to the second bedroom, and they were making the place 'presentable.'
+In the meantime, all I could do was sit back and watch the worker bees go crazy. I was walking the beach, and when I looked up I saw a jogger crossing my property. She waved and I waved back. A few seconds later I almost broke my neck. I could swear it was Sandy. I tried running after her, but I was too late. I didn't stand a chance. She was headed toward the retirement resort.
+Shit. It couldn't be! I hopped in my car, and took off on the mile and a half drive to get to the sales office next door. Walking, it was a half-mile, but I was in a hurry. Twenty minutes later I left confused. No, she didn't live there. Nobody with her name, or description had bought or rented in the last year.
+My heart was beating a mile a minute. I was sure it was her. I mean, I only had a glance, but I'd know that run anywhere.
+I returned to ""Dan's Escape"" as the large sign at the entrance proclaimed. I hadn't chosen the name, but I deemed it fitting. Getting out of the car, I was surprised at how disappointed I was. The bitch broke my heart, right? She left without saying a word. I was better off without her.
+""The girl's are gonna love it, Dan. You've done miracles with the place.""
+I turned and she was standing there, jogging in place, sweaty. Beautiful. ""Not even a 'hi' for an old friend?"" she asked, grinning.
+I stepped over and gave her a hug. ""Hi. You're looking great, Sandy.""
+""Baby, I'm all gross and sweaty,"" she laughed, pushing me away.
+""What are you doing here?""
+""It's a long story. How about I tell it to you over dinner?""
+""Sure. I'd like that. What would you like? I'll go into town—""
+""No, dinner at my place. How about I pick you up here around seven?""
+Her place? My mind felt fuzzy, I couldn't think straight, none of this made sense.
+She leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. ""Say yes, honey. Don't overthink it.""
+""Yes. Seven. Here. Your place."" I must have sounded like an idiot.
+She laughed, and gave me a hug. ""I love you, Dan. Always have and always will."" Then she turned and ran down my road.
+* * * *
+I was less than useless. I was an impediment. Manolo finally threw his hands in the air and said he gave up, when he asked me something about something. He would do it his way, and I better not complain.
+I stood for an hour, watching ""Chainsaw Eddie"" build beach lounge chairs from a tree with his chainsaw, a hammer and some nails. He didn't even have a tape measure or plans. The man was a freak. He handled a chainsaw like it was a carving knife. As he finished each one, he'd start on another, and some woman I'd never seen before would sand it by hand and paint it.
+ _Sandy. Dinner._
+I wondered why my casita was pink. Well not really pink, more like the color of the inside of a conch shell.
+A guy was raking my sand. I'm serious. Long straight rows. For some reason I wanted to walk across it. Mess it up.
+There were kids walking around, no kidding, kids, no more than ten years old would be my guess, pulling up plants from where they shouldn't be growing.
+ _Dinner. Her place._
+Chainsaw Eddie had moved on and was carving what looked like a six foot tall Maya sculpture. It reminded me of the Easter Island statues. He recruited four guys to carry it and stand it up at the entrance to the beach, and he started sculpting it in place. Kinda like those ice carvers.
+An older woman was walking on the gravel paths, barefoot. She'd stop every so often and toss a rock she didn't approve of to the side. Occasionally, she'd use a large stone she carried in her hand to beat a piece of seashell into oblivion.
+This was insane. I'd let it all get away from me.
+ _Sandy. Here._
+I went for a swim.
+* * * *
+Some woman made me wipe my feet before I was allowed in my own house. I showered indoors, and put on my best casual shirt and shorts. I shaved. I spent fifteen minutes searching through my cabinets for aftershave, then decided against it. Brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and then brushed my teeth. I agonized over which of my two pair of sandals to wear. I stuck a handkerchief in my pocket for the first time in over two years.
+I finally walked out to the porch, watching the circus, and keeping an eye on the entrance, waiting for my wife, I assumed she was still my wife, to drive up.
+""You look dapper.""
+I turned and she was standing there, wearing a light weight yellow halter dress. She was stunning.
+""Ready to go?"" she asked, waiting patiently.
+I stood, and looked around at the activity. The hell with it. Manolo had things in hand. I was useless anyway. She slipped her hand in mine and gave a tug. ""Come on. I'm sure you have lots of questions.""
+We walked hand in hand down the road, away from the resort. Toward nothing. Just before the end of the road, she turned up my trail, and fifty feet later, stepped between two trees, tugging me along after her. A few feet later we were on a new trail, and headed back down toward the shore. Five minutes later there was a clearing, and one of the cute little casitas Manolo had originally urged me to buy. The house was yellow, like her dress. Her favorite color.
+""Welcome to Sandy's Haven. Isn't it adorable?""
+It was. But it didn't make sense. None of it made sense. ""I don't understand.""
+She moved into my arms, embracing me. She gave me a soft kiss. ""I know. Come in. Relax, and I'll try to explain everything.""
+We walked into her house, kicking our sandals off at the entrance. It smelled great. I looked up and David was at work in the kitchen. He looked up and waved his knife at me. I think he meant it in greeting, but I wasn't taking anything for granted.
+""Did you know that David makes the world's greatest paella? It's to die for. Can I get you a Belikin?""
+I sat on the bright colored couch, in front of the glass covered coffee table. I looked through the glass, and got punched between the eyes again. Under the glass top lay three items: a handkerchief, a book, and a knife.
+She sat beside me and handed me a beer. I opened it and passed it back to her. She gave me mine, and I opened that one, and took a much needed drink.
+""A reminder. Of what my stupidity cost me, and what I was going to do my damnedest to win back,"" she said, leaning back and crossing her legs. Her dress slid up her thighs exposing way too much thigh for my broken brain to handle.
+""Please, Sandy. What's going on?""
+""I'm sorry, Dan. I knew it was still too early. I was willing to wait. But with the girl's coming for Christmas, I had to try. I had to.""
+""You live here?""
+""Since about five weeks after the girls left.""
+""How's that possible? How could I never see you?""
+""I didn't want you to. You weren't ready. I realized that, after our last talk, and I was willing to wait."" She put her hand on my leg. ""I can't believe what you've done next door. The girls are going to love it.""
+""I didn't think this land was even for sale.""
+She shrugged. ""I had help tracking down the owner. It was pretty cheap, actually. It's nowhere near as big as yours. It's got almost 500 feet of waterfront, but no beach like yours. Manolo was able to make me a road and clear an acre for the house, and a view of the water, for less than two thousand dollars.""
+""Manolo?""
+""Yeah, David hooked me up. Manolo's nice, and he can work miracles. He had all my permits in less than two weeks, got the house set up, septic, well, solar power, everything in less than a month. I couldn't believe it. Then this cute little house was on a truck one day, and I was moving in the next."" She took a sip of her beer. ""Marta helped a lot with getting the inside finished.""
+""How can you afford this?""
+""I sold the house, of course, as soon as I accepted you were gone, and I rented. You left me pretty well off, considering. All of this cost less than half of what I got at closing. I sold the car, and bought that old truck out back. What's the deal with that, anyway? Trucks cost less than a car?""
+I wasn't about to go into the whole business of utility vehicle duty versus passenger cars. That didn't matter.
+David's little girl walked over and placed a tray of conch fritters in front of us. Not too many, just enough for an appetizer. ""For you, Mr. Dan,"" she said, smiling.
+""It looks wonderful, thank you, Deedee."" She scampered back to where her father was diligently working, pretending to hear nothing.
+I ate one. Delicious, as I'd have expected. I fed her one, watching her. I still couldn't get over the fact that she was here. Right under my nose, all this time. Just a couple of hundred yards away.
+I ate another fritter, dipping it in the spicy sauce. I offered her one, but she shook her head. She had seemed so calm, but I could see she was nervous. Anxious.
+""Honey, I know the timing is terrible. I'm trying to be patient. I love you, baby. And I miss you so bad. I'm not asking to move in or anything, but I—""
+She looked so nervous, so scared. So damn beautiful. All this time, not even a quarter of a mile away. Waiting until I was ready. ""Kiss me, Sandy.""
+""Dan?""
+""Kiss me, you stupid woman. Leaving me over there all alone, all this time. Kiss me now, or I swear I'm gonna put you over my knee and give you a whipping you'll never forget.""
+She scrambled across the couch, and threw her arms around my neck. Her lips met mine forcefully, our teeth clashing. She kissed me for a second, and pulled away.
+I pulled her over, lifting her onto my lap. ""Is that how a wife kisses her husband, after not seeing him for over six months?""
+She grinned. ""Actually, I saw you almost every day.""
+""You know what I mean.""
+""No. You're the one that hasn't seen me. Kiss me, husband. Kiss your stupid, lonely, repentant wife, and tell her you still love her.""
+I held her face in my hands, and kissed her. Tasted those lips I'd been without for so long. I ran my hands down her body, irritated that stupid dress was between us. I kissed my wife.
+""I love you, I never stopped loving you. You know that,"" I whispered into her ear.
+She smiled, and I could see the tears in her eyes. ""I know, but a woman needs to hear it sometimes.""
+I reached in my pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, wiping her tears away. Big mistake. She started sobbing, clinging to me, her entire body shaking. I held her gently, reminding her I loved her.
+""Papa says dinner's ready in ten minutes, and to stop torturing that woman.""
+I looked up at the little troublemaker, showing me her big smile, one of her front teeth notably absent. ""Tell your Papa we'll be ready, and tomorrow, he's gonna have some explaining to do.""
+Sandy was curled up, leaning against me, wiping her face and mascara on my favorite shirt. I guess I could forgive her for that. I'd forgiven her for a lot worse.
+""Can I come home, Dan?"" she whispered.
+After all we'd been through, the hurt, the turmoil, I thought the decision would be harder than it was. Maybe it should have been, but I knew in my heart there was only one real solution. My life was empty without her. I'd loved her most of my life, and didn't want to spend any more time apart. She'd screwed up, badly, and it had cost us. In some ways, my response had been even worse. But that was our past, and if I ever hoped to by happy again, I needed to put that behind me.
+""I think it's about time, don't you?""
+Her head popped up, eyes open wide. ""Really?""
+""Please. I hate my life without you. I tried, I did, but all I could do was pass time. But you have to promise me, _promise me_ that for now on, it's just you and me, nobody else. Forever and ever.""
+""I do, baby. I swear. If you'll take me back, you'll never regret it. I know now. Know what I risked, what my selfishness cost. All I need is a second chance.""
+I kissed her softly, and felt my own eyes moistening. This part was hard.
+""I need you to forgive me, Sandy. I'm so sorry. I gave up on us too easily, and I . . . I was unfaithful. Never again, I promise. Please forgive me.""
+She nodded slowly. ""I have. It took me a while. You have no idea how bad you hurt me. Not for leaving. I understood that. But that woman. I tried so hard, I put it all on the line. I figured you might have moved on, but to do it like that! With me on the front porch, that was evil, Dan.""
+""It wasn't intentional. I guess I was still in shock over your showing up like you did. I was determined I wasn't going to let you disrupt my life in any way. You weren't supposed to be there, and I wasn't going to change my life, just because you'd found me. I couldn't afford to. I was just finding a routine, numb to the pain, moving on. I forgot she was going to be there. I know it was wrong, but I didn't mean to intentionally hurt you, it was a way of protecting myself. I'm sorry.""
+""Do I want to know how long?""
+""About four months. Once a week on laundry day. It cost me twenty dollars, which is a lot. Then after you left, I . . . I kind of lost it. The next week I let her go. I couldn't do it.""
+""Was there anyone else?"" she asked.
+""No. Not before, and not since. And there never will be again, if you'll forgive me and take me back.""
+""You promise?""
+""Cross my heart.""
+""Papa says you are two foolish people. You need to kiss and make up, and eat before it gets cold.""
+Deedee again. Her hands behind her back, bouncing up and down on her toes, grinning like her evil father. ""Tell your Papa that I'm gonna make sure everyone knows that he uses instant rice.""
+Sandy giggled, then threw her arms around my neck. ""Are we really doing this?""
+I grabbed her left hand, and held it up in front of her with my left. Showing her our rings. ""Husband and wife. 'Til death do us part.""
+* * * *
+Dinner was nothing short of amazing, and David left with his girl once we'd been served. Dessert was even better.
+It was awkward, after two years apart. Once, we had fit together to easily, so naturally, now we were walking on eggshells. We never made it back to my place. After the meal, she took me by the hand and led me straight to her room. It was small, like the house, and the bed was only a twin. Of course mine was only a double.
+She undressed in front of me, blushing. I waited and watched. She looked incredible. She'd gained back the weight she needed and it looked like it all went to the right places. She was tan all over, head to foot.
+""Somebody's been running around naked again,"" I said.
+She gave me a hesitant smile. ""You always said it was your favorite outfit.""
+""No, I always said it was _your_ favorite outfit.""
+""Alright, so it's both of ours. I'll have you know this place is very private. I'm not an exhibitionist."" She pouted cutely. ""How come I'm the only one naked here?""
+""Because that's my favorite outfit, and I've sure missed seeing it.""
+""Get undressed, and come to bed, husband. Show me you've missed me.""
+We laid together, touching each other, exchanging tentative kisses. I was re- familiarizing myself with her body, and didn't know how to start. I don't think she did either. It was like neither of us wanted to make the first move. It certainly wasn't because I wasn't up for it. I was. Very much so.
+She laid on her side, facing me, and lifted one knee. I scooted closer, giving her a brief kiss. I inched my hips forward, then arched my back, trying to get my cock to line up with her. We were embracing each other, hand caressing skin, tentatively. She shifted again, the head sliding against her little patch of fur. She scooted up a bit, and I kissed her lips, pulling my hips away, and pushing forward again, sliding between her legs. We both wriggled a little more, our hands resting on each other's torso, as we became awkward contortionists, trying to come together. I was staring into her eyes, seeing the love and need. I wiggled again, missing her opening.  
+I saw a tiny smile turn up the corner's of her mouth, which she tried to hide. I couldn't help it. I chuckled. She giggled. We ended up laughing unable to stop. I held her close, feeling her laughter. We had almost recovered, when she slapped my chest. ""Jesus, Dan, I can't believe we both forgot how to fuck.""
+That brought on another attack of the giggles, which ended with me on my back, and her laying on top of me. She sat up, and grinned. ""Remind me baby, it's been so long. This thing here,"" she said, holding me by the shaft. ""I know it's supposed to go somewhere.""
+""Honestly, I think I'm getting Alzheimer's. I know that it's suppose to go in you. You might want to try putting it where you go ca-ca.""
+Her palm slapped down on my chest loudly. ""You son-of-a-bitch! Two years, and _that's_ where you want to put it?""
+""Unless you know a better place. I can't remember, remember?""
+She gave me a look, _the_ look, and squeezed my shaft hard. ""Let's try this again."" She rose up a little, poised over my cock head. ""Look honey. I think he likes me. Can I play with him?""
+""Baby doll, he loves you, and he's yours to play with for the rest of our lives. You alone get to decide where he goes.""
+"" _Mmm_. I like the sound of that. I might have to try him _everywhere_ , but for now, I think I know where he belongs.""
+She lowered herself carefully, taking her time, until she was sitting with her full weight on me, my aching cock back where he belonged. ""God, I've missed this so much, Dan."" She closed her eyes, moving her hips slowly in tiny little circles, hugging herself. ""Too fucking long, baby. Way too fucking long. Promise me baby, you're gonna let me have this big guy when I need it.""
+""As long as you'll do the same,"" I said, grabbing her hips and pushing into her, straining to bury every last millimeter inside of her.
+She gave me a sexy little smile, and started rocking back and forth. I could feel her pussy squeezing me at the end of each stroke. It was too much, too soon, and it had been way too fucking long. I grabbed her ass, and pumped her hard for a few more strokes, then unloaded inside of her. It couldn't have been a minute altogether, and damn if she didn't squeal as I erupted, coming with me.
+She laid on top of me, trembling, as I gave her a last few weak thrusts. She looked me in the eye, and kissed me softly. ""I love you so much, baby. But, damn! we're out of practice. I have been fantasizing about a lot more. That sucked.""
+She delivered the line grinning, and when I laughed with her, she popped my guy out of her, starting another giggle rampage. ""We're gonna need a lot of practice, baby,"" I told her.
+""No time like the present.""
+She was right, and that teasing little mouth of hers helped me get ready for a second try. That one went a lot better. A whole lot better, thank you very much.
+The third time was almost as good as the fantasies.
+* * * *
+I awoke with my wife in my arms, amidst an earthquake and thunder. Her eyes popped open, and she grabbed me. I knew she felt it too.
+The ground kept shaking, but so too did the thunder, on and on and on.
+""Fuckin' Manolo,"" I growled, and my wife giggled.
+She got up and grabbed my shirt, putting it on. At least she left me my shorts. I followed her to the door, and we stepped out on the porch. A friggin' bulldozer was chewing up the earth, not twenty feet from the house.
+Manolo stepped up to the porch, wearing a smile bigger than Deedee's. ""Merry Christmas, Mr. and Mrs. Dan. My gift to you. We make the two properties, one, yes?""
+It was kind of late to say no. The trees were already falling as the bulldozer cut a swath through the jungle, toward my road.
+""Say thank you to the nice man, dear.""
+""Yes, thank you Manolo. That's very kind of you."" It was. It would have cost me at least a thousand dollars. Somehow, I was pretty sure he wasn't going to pay anywhere near that.
+""Do you want to leave this house here, or put it with the others. We still have one more good foundation ready.""
+I looked down at her, and she shook her head. ""No, for now, let's leave it here. We still have a lot of things to work out. Just the road for now.""
+""And we connect the trails, of course.""
+I looked down at my wife again, and she nodded, grinning.
+""Of course. We've got to connect the trails."" I looked at her again, raising my eyebrows, to see if there were any more surprises.
+""It would be nice if we could get somebody to move my stuff, honey.""
+Manolo smiled, and nodded back to his truck. Two ladies got out, carrying boxes. Then he turned back to us. ""David say breakfast will be ready in,"" he checked his watch, ""eighteen minutes. He also says if you lie about his rice, he will spit in your eggs.""
+Sandy took me by the hand, and led me barefoot down the trail, back to my beach house. Our beach house now. We had three days before the girls would be there, and a lot of ground to make up.
+* * * *
+ **Epilogue.**
+I haven't gone back. Sandy did a few times. I thought I'd have to for the wedding, but Jenna decided to hold it at Dan's Haven. Krystal too. When Krystal got pregnant, I thought that was it. No more getting out of it. Nope, I don't know what the hell is wrong with my women, but she wanted to be here for that too. At least the medical services in Belize are stupidly cheap.
+Sandy assures me I can go back if I want, without having to fear getting locked up. So far I haven't wanted to.
+We've got a dock now. A twenty-six foot boat. Four 'guest' cabins that get a surprising amount of use, considering how far away we are from everyone. Another hundred feet of beachfront, with better sand, and a solid retaining wall. Krystal's husband Aaron is trying to put in a zipline, that will go over 200 ft. He's been working at it for two days. He'll learn. I'll give him another hour or so, then I'll have Manolo put it up. Did I say Aaron? That's right. Jimmy was a flash in the pan. Moved in and back out again within a year. Aaron's a good man, and a good husband and father.
+Jenna's trying to get me to install a dive hut, with our own compressor and filter. She says it's too much trouble to travel the mile next door to the dive shop. I keep reminding her I'm not made of money, but she just looks around the place and smirks.
+I'm trying to hold out, but it's difficult. If you have daughters you know what I mean.
+We're not rich. Not even close. I still work five days a week. Sandy holds yoga classes for the folks next door. It doesn't pay a lot, but it helps, and it keeps her busy. We never hit the lotto. Didn't find gold. Never sold the property for a huge profit. Just the opposite in fact. We bought the property next to Sandy's and it gave us the entire shoreline from the retirement resort to the lagoon. We like not having neighbors on top of us. We enjoy the privacy. Sandy's birthday suit is still her favorite outfit.
+We still have the glass coffee table, and even though sometimes it's a painful reminder, it still displays a handkerchief, a book, and a knife.
+Sometimes we'll take the book out and page through it. We don't talk about why it got burned, and the kids know to leave it alone.
+We went through hell and back. It was terrible, and difficult. Sometimes I feel guilty. Not about putting a knife in that smarmy bastard's gut, guys like him deserve it. No, it still sticks in my craw that I cheated on my wife. Yeah, there were a lot of mitigating circumstances, but I regret it. She never, ever was unfaithful to me. I stopped her, I know. And emotionally, that's a different issue. But still.
+I know she still feels guilty on occasion. We've talked about it a couple of times. She knows she did wrong, and for all the myriad excuses she was handed, it still comes down to she did it because she wanted to and thought she could get away with it. Thankfully, neither is true anymore. I believe that. Hell, the woman punished herself harder than I ever could have. I loved her, even when she was a selfish bitch.
+Then again, she loved me when I was a heartless cheating bastard. My only excuse was my heart had been torn out and discarded, leaving me heartless.
+We've kept our promise about always being there for each other when we need it. When the kids see us walking down to Sandy's old casita, they tease us and give us a hard time. We know it's just teasing. Sometimes we walk down there and don't do anything but watch the sunset. Just to jerk their chains.
+I guess I could go on and on about what was uncovered at our Maya ruins, or about our relationships with David, Manolo, and Marta, God rest her soul. I could brag about my genius grandchildren, or talk about the hurricane that almost ruined all of our dreams. I could write about her greenhouse experiment, and thriving garden. Damn, there's a lot I could talk about.
+But Sandy's in her favorite outfit, giving me that look. No, not _the_ look, thank God. _That_ look. I think I'm gonna take her down to her casita, and we ain't gonna watch the sunset.
+So this is the end. Of the story, I mean. At least the written part. I hope the real story never ends.
+* * * *
+ _This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge). If you enjoyed the story, your vote would be appreciated. Thanks._"
+78,F5: Heirlooms of a Wicked Time,MSTarot,Chain Stories,2014-06-16,2014-06-16,2022-01-08 03:48:38,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f5-heirlooms-of-a-wicked-time,The lawyer told him it was only for the one night.,"['Brother/Sister', 'Fawc', 'Girl On Top', 'Haunted', 'Horror', 'Incest', 'Monsters', 'Swamp', 'Witches']",4.27,"**F5:Heirlooms of a Wicked Time**
+ _(Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. Every story for this FAWC begins with the exact same line. Where it goes from there is up to the author.)_
+* * * *
+Upon the table lay three items: a handkerchief, a book, and a knife.
+As Philip looked around he saw that they were the only things in the room that was not covered in a thick layer of dust. Those three items and a manilla envelop, leaned against the rust red cushion of a tall backed chair. When he saw the envelop he swallowed and his hands began to shake. He dreaded opening it. He knew already what it had to say, but the fear of what else it might hold was nearly crippling. If he didn't read it, then somehow this night--- well it wouldn't be happening.
+But of course it had already begun. It began the moment his grandfather's lawyer, Mr. Donald Redburn, chained the front doors closed behind him. It in fact began days ago. It began when the old man breathed his last rattly breath and left this curse for his grandson to carry.
+The family curse.
+How silly that had always sounded. Philip had laughed with his older brothers about it. He had heard his father, Jackson Mires, joke about how it was just an old practical joke that the men in the family, had for generations, played up the next oldest male. A joke was what Philip had though it too--- till the curse took those men from Philop's life.
+His father? Gone, far too young. His older brothers? Gone, even younger. Now his grandfather, also had passed, but not young. Oh no, he was anything but young. That was part of the curse they said. You would live to see the passing of decades, watching everything you love fall to dust and dross.
+As he looked at the items on the table he knew without touching them that the knife had dark stains upon the blade, the book would smell of smoke. The handkerchief? It was said to be the most damning of the three heirlooms. They said it held the tears of---
+""Nonsense and rubbish!""
+Grabbing up the yellowed envelope Philip ripped off the top with a cloud of papery, fibrous dust. Inside he saw the documents he had heard about. One was new, a copy of the older, said to have been commissioned by his grandfather when he received the original and it tore. Philip reached for the newer copy, but stopped. For some reason he wanted to hold the brittle, too often folded, original in his hand first. It slipped out with a whisper. ""No.""
+Looking around, Philip peered into the shadowy light of the room to try and see what had made the noise he had heard. The ancient house was not quiet, it moved in the operatic winds that sang across this rocky moor, groaning and creaking; drafts moved the curtains in little puffs that changed when the wind shifted note and tone. But none of those sounds was what Philip had just heard. A deep moan so low as to be said to have never been heard but for the chill that settled into his spine. The cold feeling of a watching awareness the made his marrow weak, his bones ache at their joints.
+The paper was not paper he noticed, but velum. Fully illuminated, with edges of gold and red, the document was both property deed, noble title and a signatory history of the family Mires. The first name at the bottom was Viscount Orthallen of the Mire. His script was a fluid flourish of darkest ink.
+Every name after that was in dark brown. Scratched into the page with the tip of a very sharp pen. It gave the signatures a spidery look, and the ink? Blood? Well, that was the family legend.
+Looking at the table with its three relics of the dark times Philip wanted to scoff. He wanted to leave them there to gather dust like the rest of this ancestral pile. But he could not. He tossed the envelop to the table not caring that he scattered the relics of his family.
+Sitting down in the high back chair, unconcerned for what the dust did to his clothes, Philip sighed in disgust. He checked his wrist watch, stunned to see that only moments had passed. It was going to be such a long night. Chained into this dark house, till the light of dawn touched the front door. That was what the Will had said he had to do. If he did not he lost all access to the hereditary accounts. The 'Old Money' as they called it. His eyes went to the grime rimmed windows, but they felt like eyes looking into the room.
+Looking down, Philip noticed the book sitting next to his foot. Picked up the tome he held it for a long time, just feeling the leather covering, the tarnished silver corner edges, the real silk marker, the gilded outer-paper. A finer book he had never held he thought as he ran a finger across the old family monogram. It rested under the ornately scripted title. When he finally opened the cover the smell of old smoke stirred his nose.
+He began to read almost against his will, this history of his family. He didn't need to do this to get access to the money but he felt compelled to. He had to follow the pattern of his father's father and all the others before that back to that viscount. Back to the time when Orthallen, the youngest son, of a youngest son saved the life of a Nobleman from a mob by hiding him in the feted swamps to the south. When the King's knights arrived to find the manor house in flames, and the lady of the estate being raped, her children slain, the Knights violently butchered all of the estate's peasants.
+All of them.
+Even the family of Orthallen.
+When he dragged himself from the marsh the nobleman learned of his saviors loss. Here was a man that had given everything to save his noble self. He would reward this man. Reward him richly, so that he might forget about his losses.
+But no youngest son of a youngest son should be a Noble.
+Orthallen was sick with the loss of his wife, bitter, and so bitter a pill did sit upon his tongue that he took what he was given to him without question, even as he gnawed inside with envy for more. Revenge for more. For what was his, as he saw it, by right.
+They deeded him the marsh.
+That was Orthallen's reward for saving this nobleman's life. A swamp--- and the title to go with it. Even that was a snub, a joke upon the head of this youngest son. His envy would gnaw its way deep into his bones in the years to follow.
+As the sun failed Philip lit the kerosine lamp he had brought with him, and continued to read. He learned that Orthallen married, fathered several daughters and one son. They dwell happily in a small estate given to him to preside over,near his swamp lands. Life would have been happy if not for that burning desire to gather what was his to him.
+Then the offense was given, one night on the road near their house.
+It was not the son, Adrian,that gave the offense to the manor lord it was the oldest born daughter. Elbreth, called Elbreth the Lovely, by the young men of the estate.
+Called ""The Witch of the Mire"" after she started the lord's horse, causing it to throw the manor lord, into a muddy ditch. The irony of that day was not lost on many.
+The father's gain came from getting the nobleman soaking wet and muddy, the daughter's loss from the same.
+He had her flogged.
+No longer was she called, the Lovely. The whips had bit cruelly into her young flesh, taking more that their allotted bits of skin. They took her beauty that day, and her innocence was lost under the nobleman's guards. When she was half dead, they chained her to a post and tried to take the other half. Long into the night her screams were heard, they filled the surrounding lands. They reached into every nook and cranny.
+They reached her father, Orthallen. His guardsmen held him from going to her aid.
+They reached her brother, Adrian. His huntsmen held him to the ground to stop him from going.
+The screams at last reached the ears though of one that could help. Would be happy to help.
+With the coming dawn, when at last her family was allowed to go to bring her body back, she was not there. No the chains that had held her were still locked, the cuffs dripped thick blood. But she was gone.
+Philip rubbed his own wrists at the thought of that.
+Putting down the book, he got to his feet and went to find the supplies that the lawyer, Mr. Donald Redburn, had said where here. The kitchen held nothing but cans of soup and bread, a feast no doubt before the dawn they would seem. The pantry held dust and more dust, but there he found what he felt the sudden need for. Wine.
+The bottles were as old as everything else seemed but they were clean. As if caring hands had come in here and wiped them, knowing this need would be upon him. The corkscrew was sitting in plain site, also cleaned. He didn't question this. It was as it should be of course. The wine reek greeted him as the cork gave up it's stubborn resistance. It should have been soured given the date on the label but it was only just past its prime. Carrying it back to the table he picked up the relics and restored them to their proper place. Philip put the folded copy of his land deed and title on the top of the envelope and picked back up the book.
+As he turned the page he stopped. Upon the top corner was a fingerprint. It was clearly visible but was a dark brown color. He didn't need to lift it to his nose to tell that it was old blood. Not that he could have smelled it anyway. The book truly reeked of old smoke.
+He kept reading.
+Upon the pages of this gold bound historum he leaned that the eldest daughter Elbreth was soon seen again. Upon the moor, at twilight by the swamp. Her clothes tattered, draped in the sick growths that flourished in the deep heart of the marsh. When the farmers called out to her she fled.
+They told Orthallen what they had seen. He had them whipped for their lies. They begged for mercy , all the while insisting that what they had seen was true. Their words hardened Orthallen's heart but weakened Adrian's. Desperate for word of his sister he fled the scene and rode to the swamp. His years hunting boars near it had made him familiar with it's edges but none ventured into it's dark, wet heart. But that day, that day he dared.
+Ever deeper ever farther he slogged his way, till mud claimed almost all that he carried. Till it nearly took his life from him a dozen time. Still he trudged onward, ever calling out his sister's name. The fen birds cawing back their laughter as they arose from his path. When hope was lost, when light was lost Adrian saw a hut. Just a simple dwelling of mud and grass but it was the first sign of human life he had seen in hours.
+There was no door. He simply walked up and looked into it. The inside was a shadowy murk of smokes, foul smells and then he saw twin eyes looking back at him from the darkness. One set was similar to his own dark blue but the others? They bore more in common with a hunting hawk than anything human. They moved out of his awareness and vision though as the first pair moved into the light, bring the dirty face of his sister into view.
+Philip read the account of how his ancestor tried to talk his older sibling into returning with him. How she had refused then recanted. She said she would come back to him. But there were conditions.
+She would be able to come and go at any time. Her presence would never be know by their father. She now hated him. She said that his saving the nobleman's life had placed a fell mark upon them. The man had been meant to die that day and their father's actions had angered The Fates. Angered the spirit's of the swamp as well that they had been used to hide the man from the Hand of Fate. That the swamps had then been given by that very man to his rescuer was seen by the spirits of this place as an unforgivable insult.
+Her whipping had been but the first of the dire days that her father's decedents would suffer. There was far worse to come.
+He brother, justifiably, believed her mad. He tried to grab her, to somehow drag her back through those endless miles of swamp against her will, but she slipped through his fingers. Laughing she ran from him, till his feet splashed into the edge of the waters.
+Then he was driven into the muck by an enormous weight. His mouth filled with mud he tried to fight but a child would have fared better against an armored knight. When he was half drowned he was dragged from the murky,midnight black waters and tossed like a broken child's toy into the mud before the hut. A fiendish laughter assailed him as he gasped for breath then clawed hands were tearing at his clothes, shredding them from him.
+Then they stopped. He heard whispering then even more laughter. Then the claws were back, not rending fabric but holding him down. His sister's face appeared above him.
+""I have made a bargain with the spirit's of this place. They want something from you. From you and from all of Father's line to come. Vengeance they will take. They will take it but,--- if something else is freely given, they will spare the children of your seed.""
+As he tried to fight what was being done to him his sweet sister, called the Lovely, called the Witch, removed the last scraps of his clothes and, taking him in hand, stroked him to hardness. To his horror he watched, unable to resist, as she mounted him. While he protested and she moaned he was ridden, ridden to a pleasure he had never felt before. Not in the arms of the tavern whores, nor in between the sweet thighs of a nobleman's widow, from a nearby estate, had he ever been taken such. He cried out for her to stop, he begged his dear, dear Elbreth to not do this. He pleaded with her---
+\---never to stop.
+Lost in his passions, Adrian began to trust up into her warmth. He saw her smile as he gave into this carnal act, this incestuous plague upon the honor of their house.
+""That's it, dear Adrian. Given willingly,"" Elbreth said, her voice filled with laughter. ""He is close.""
+Suddenly she was not there but in her place he looked upon a horror so vile his mind reeled back from the image. Screaming, he fought the hands that held him. No longer claws but now the delicate hands of his dear sister Elbreth. He should have been able to pull away easily but her strength was that of the ancient cypress trees, hard as willow roots, as undeniable as the sucking mud of the swamps. She held him easily as this monster of the mire took it's lust filled due from his body. His flesh rebelled on him then and hardened unto like column of diamond. He screamed when the sagging flesh of the horror settled more heavily upon his chest and the foulest stench of his life approached his face.
+""You will love me brother. You, and all that follow you, till the end of days.""
+Adrian looked into the face above him in mind screaming horror as his sister's sweet voice came from this ungodly things mouth. Her dark, sky blue eyes looked down upon his own out of a face that was born in the deep murky abyss of rotting Sargasso seas and pulled steaming from a feted womb of the deadest night.
+It was nightmare given life and it was also his sister. His Elbreth. His beloved, the daughter of his father was this monster?
+That could not be his simpering mind chanted in insistence
+She was Elbreth, the Lovely. The Lovely!
+He cried that out when the flood of his desire emptied out of him. Panting he lay his eyes clouded with mud and washed with tears. He tried to not listen as a slurping sound began near his groin. The feel of a rasping tongue though was too much to much for his mind to hide from. He opened his eyes and looked down.
+Philip laid the book upon his lap and sipped at his wine. He didn't even question that the glass was refilled. That there was a warm fire now burning under the mantle. Looking out the clean windows, across the singing moor towards the distant swamp he puzzled, for only moments, about the massive bonfire he saw lighting it from within. It could only be a huge fire as the ancient cypress trees were as black as silhouette and they danced in the winds.
+He turned back to the book.
+Philip gave little attention to the next three pages as they dwell one the sudden death of Orthallen. Brutally murdered in his sleep with his own knife, this very knife in fact. His other children passing from the world so young was not remarked upon by the people of that age. Many died young. The violence of their deaths was seen as unusual, but hardly uncommon. Adrian gave no comment upon it save that he would never forget his sisters. About his father he made no words. Many think he never forgave his father for what was done to Elbreth.
+The only direct link to the new Viscount Adrian Mires after that Philip could find was the faded brown signature upon the vellum before him.
+The next ten pages Philip thumbed through. He had no wish to read about how the family rose to power, only to loose it again and again. How a direct male line had always seemed to be secured, but how horribly the other members of the family would perish. All taken from this life far to young. The first mention of ""The Curse"" appears somewhere in this part.
+Also the silly tales of the family estates being haunted begin to appear at that same time. Shadowy figures in tattered rags were said to wander the hall in the hours between twilight and dawn. Often seen near the main bedroom.
+Wet footprints, upon the stone floors, were spoken of. There is even a engraving plate showing a hall with a trail of bare footprints leading to a large door.
+As Philip turned the last page a folded piece of paper fell out into his lap. He picked it up and to his disgust saw that it was torn from a bible. A passage was circled in that brown ink.
+Proverbs 5:1-5
+My son,pay attention to my wisdom,   turn your ear to my words of insight,   that you may maintain discretion   and your lips may preserve knowledge. For the lips of a strange woman drip honey,   and her speech is smoother than oil;   but in the end she is bitter as wormwood,   sharp as a double-edged sword.   Her feet go down to Sheol.
+Under it a shaky hand wrote something. The words looked spidery Philip had to hold the candle closer to it to see, the hot wax threatened to burn his skin as he tipped it closer still.
+""You are already lost."" In the same brown ink.
+Picking up his cigar Philip rolled it between his lips, his teeth just brushing the end as he sucked in the brandy soaked smoke. He turned this scrap of scripture in his hand,wondering if he should put it back, then winced as a sharp foil edge sliced into his thumb. Letting it fall, Philip just did manage to catch the book as it threatened to fall from his lap. He sighed and went to set the precious thing down on the table.
+He didn't notice that his bloody thumb left a perfect red print upon the very same page where he had seen just such a fingerprint. No, he didn't notice that, for at that moment he saw the lacy handkerchief laying in a tumble by the leg of the table. Picking it up Philip brought it to his nose and inhaled the heady perfume that soaked the bright white cloth. The wonderfully feminine scent of it aroused him as it always did. He smiled thinking of the far sweeter scents that the lady carried with her. Looking up at the master bedroom, Philip put down his cigar next to the old family book, leaving it to smolder its last moments away, and he got to his feet.
+Philip started to go up to bed when, at the last moment, he remembered the document he had to sign. With a frustrated sigh he picked up his pen, dipped it into the ink, and signed his name there under his grandfather's shaky scrawl. He shook his hand wincing at how painfully his thumb was suddenly hurting again. Kissing away the blood, he laid the knife back on the table,then Philip picked up his candle and in it's circle of light made his way through the house and up the stairs.  
+His slippers made little sound on the thick carpets, nor did the door squeak on its hinges when he opened it. He smiled to see her there, so innocent and sweet, untouched by the ills of this world, in the land of peaceful dreams. He paused to look at her, not wishing suddenly to disturb her slumbers, but then he saw her smile.
+""You kept me waiting,"" she said, as she turned down the sheet, which allowed his eyes fuller viewing.
+""Sorry, my Lovely. I lost track of time reading. It's wont happen again."" Philip promised, as he slipped his robe from his shoulders. Turning, he hung it on the hook behind the door.
+""I wish I had that in writing,"" she laughed, a deep throaty sound that made him pause a moment in his undressing. ""You, are forever loosing track of time, my love.""
+Silencing her scolding with his lips, Philip crawled into the big bed next to her and slid himself again her silken skin. He felt her breasts pressed against his chest as her passions awakened to the same fire as his own. Then he was being turned, not at all against his will, onto his back. Her hand was on him then, stroking the length of his cock. He moaned into her mouth as she deepened the kiss.
+""Oh, how I will come to love you, my sweet. You will be like honeyed candy to a starving child after years of bitter fruits."" She tightened her fingers around him till it was almost painful but it was a pain that Philip relished. ""I am going to devour every part of you.""
+Pulling her in next to his face, Philip whispered into that delicate ear.
+""And I you, my Lovely.""
+She laughed, kissed him harder then with surprising force straddled him. Philip cried out as she guided him into her with such fierce haste it hurt. He then felt her long nails driven into his shoulders as she pulled at him to send his length into her. The delicate look to her face quickly faded to a hungry, lust filled, mask of enraged desire. Philip looked up into his sweet sister's lovely lust driven eyes wishing this night would never end, wishing he could be here with her forever. Wishing he could spend all of the lost centuries giving her pleasure and receiving it .
+He wished. He wished he---? What was it he had wished for again? The feeling of puzzlement grew the more he tried to remember that wish.
+As his sister rode his cock, Philip tried to remember just what order of events had brought him to this point but his mind was overwhelmed by the unbridled fury with which he was being fucked. Unable to bring his mind to focus Philip caught hold of Elbreth's soft hips and tried to slow her movements. She snarled at him and batted away his hands. He cried out at the sudden pain that flooded his hands. Looking down Philip was shocked to see the lines of blood beginning to drip from the backs of his hands. She had clawed him to the bone.
+""Wait--- stop,"" he muttered, as she doubled her efforts and pushed him down to the bed. Great clouds of dust boiled up from the sheets.
+A putrid stench, born from the nearby marsh no doubt, hit Philip then. He wished that she would stop long enough for him to go close the window, to keep out that smell of rotting, decaying plants, and the sick smell of long stagnant waters.
+Opening his mouth to ask her to stop he felt floppy wet lips mash in this own, then a gagging retch threatened him as the foulest taste ever filled his senses. He tried to push Elbreth off him so he could---
+Elbreth? The sister of Adrian from the book? What?
+Opening his eyes fully for the first time in hours Philip looked up at the creature riding his cock. He saw eyes the color of burnt flesh looking down at him from a face that---
+His mind was screaming out the last of his sanity even as he began to cum."
+79,F5: Inspiration and Desperation,MSTarot,Chain Stories,2014-06-16,2014-06-16,2022-01-08 03:48:39,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f5-inspiration-and-desperation,He had the talent but not the imagination until he met her.,"['Artist', 'Bar', 'Daydreams', 'Fawc', 'Imagination', 'Kissing', 'Painting', 'Virgin']",4.49,"**F5: 50% Inspiration plus 50% Desperation**
+ _(Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. Every story for this FAWC begins with the exact same line. Where it goes from there is up to the author.)_
+* * * *
+Upon the table lay three items: a handkerchief, a book, and a knife.
+As I looked at my little index card again I sighed, What in the hell made me sign up for this class?
+Looking past the edge of my blank canvas, I couldn't help but look at her. Ms. Polly Ann Young, without a doubt in this world the hottest art teacher ever to pick up a brush. Okay... not a stretch as to why I signed up, but why in the hell do I continue to torture myself and others with my feeble attempts at art? Why? Do I have some secret sadistic side of me that wants to inflict this level of punishment upon the world?
+Glancing around, I saw that the others have already started. With a sigh I grabbed up my pallet and a number ten brush and begin to daub smears of paint in some feeble attempt to look busy.
+""I thought we were going to be doing nudes?""
+The unwanted interruption of creative energies was noticeable by the dire looks that were directed towards Gary Wells. I hid a smile behind my easel when Ms. Polly Ann walked over to him. As my eyes dropped automatically to her ass I wished we were doing nudes... with her as our model.
+""When I believe that you have advanced to that skill level, Mr. Wells I will certainly move to full nude appreciation. But for now I think you need to stick to still life painting. Your work lacks the... maturity... to manage that level of art.""
+I smirked as I hear her say that. Not that I was much better.
+Adjusting her glasses, she gave what he had done so far a grimace. Then to my horror turned towards my side of the room, catching me in mid-gawk from around the edge of my canvas.
+Table, book, knife and... what was the other one?
+Pulling back out the white card, I checked. Handkerchief! Of course. Okay, well... I guess start with a table.
+Dipping into my Van Dyke Brown I proceeded to try and make a table-ish looking object on my big white board. Why, in the hell did this canvas have to be this big? I could have paint all of this on an eight by ten. I looked around the edge again, I really can't help myself. She was giving pointers to a young lady nearby.
+""You know, if you had any kind of a spine you would just ask her for a date."" Came the soft whisper behind me. ""Of course, she will say no, but you might impress her that you had the balls to ask.""
+Turning to look at Cynthia Corison, with her ebony face already sporting a streak of Phthalo Blue, I blushed and turned back around at her wink.
+Great. My table looked crooked.
+Dabbing into the Dark Sienna I tried to correct that.
+""Ms. Polly Ann?"" I heard from behind me. My nonexistent spine tightened at Cynthia's next words. ""Can I ask you about something on my card?""
+""Of course my dear.""
+Gliding like Glenda from the Wizard of Oz, Ms. Polly Ann moved past me. I was caught in the hurricane of her scents, that lavender, and sandalwood smell she excluded like a aura of femininity. It trailed after her like the wake of a ship. I couldn't help it that I wanted to surf her wake.
+""Yes dear? Oh. No.. no, no! That is not what you're thinking at all,"" She gave a laugh that is all giggly girlish and I felt myself tighten with desire. ""Although, I must say that would make for an interesting painting. If you choose... use it that way.""
+Paint, must concentrate on painting. Ignore the hardon behind the curtain. Must paint.
+""Interesting."" The word was soft, right by my shoulder, and it carried with it a bedroom tone that nearly finished me. ""I like where you're going with this. Have you been studying the Impressionist?"" She asked, her hand on my elbow steadying my brush, as she looked past my arm.
+""Ah, yeah. I like her work a lot,"" I said trying to make it not sound as lame as it came out. I also tried to ignore the snicker-snort from behind me.
+""Hum... well"" Ms. Young patted my arm,a gesture I might use on a person who can't master patty-cake ""A little more detail here and you need a single light source. Not three.""
+As she moved away I noticeably wilted and in more than one way. I almost didn't even make the effort to take in the view of that fabulous ass. Almost.
+""You would be pathetic,"" said Cynthia, quietly behind me. ""But the pathetic people of the world sent a note. They don't want you in their club house.""
+The young lady next to me, I haven't learned her name yet, had to hide a giggle. When I looked over at her she gave me a sympathetic smile. Just what I needed.
+I go back to trying to make my table look like a table. Maybe some titanium White?
+""Nope. Not the white.""
+Glancing back at Cynthia, I saw that she now had a splash of Sap Green by the Phthalo Blue. She was looking past her canvas at my table. ""Use a blend. This isn't paint by numbers. Get a bit of several and try to make it look like wood... or wood-ish if you can't manage anything harder.""
+Her eyes dropped to indicate my crotch, even though she couldn't see the front of me, then she grinned, winked and went back to painting.
+Embarrassed, I stopped, took a deep breath and tried to go back to work. Over the next hour I did manage to get my table to look like a table. Say, one you might would buy at a thrift store, or maybe in a yard sale. Alright, it was a dump find table, are you happy little miss ""anything harder""
+I was noticeably relieved when I got to roll down the paper cover over my canvas and go clean up. I felt like...
+""How about a beer?""
+Looking up from rinsing my brush in thinner, I blinked a few times at Cynthia.
+""A beer?"" I asked, puzzled.
+""Yes, it's a yellow adult beverage. They sell it in bars, say like the one two streets over, on Fillmore."" She looked at me and slowly shook her head. ""Would you like to go with me and get a drink. You, look like you could use one.""
+I wanted to be angry at the way she said everything so slowly but the fact that the words got through to me that way made it just wrong to be angry. I nodded.
+""Yeah, I would like that,"" I said wiping out my brush, on a clean rag.
+""See. Just that easy,"" she sai.
+Looking up at her sharply, I felt a burst of fury to have been made fun of that way. Then that she was trying to make a point came across. Then I got the point and calmed. Nodding, I put my brushes back into their case. Closing up my sketchbook, pencils in their full gradient glory, the little pad I had no idea what it's for, and all the rest in the wooden case they all came in, I looked back at my covered canvas.
+""Come on, I really do want that beer."" she said, taking hold of my sleeve and giving it a tug. Then she looked over at where out instructor was closing up supply cabinets for the night. ""Good night, Ms. Young.""
+""Oh, good night. Drive carefully."" She waved at us with a brush. ""See you tomorrow.""
+I hesitantly lifted a hand to wave but she had already turned around.
+""Oh, for pity sake. Come on."" Cynthia took my elbow and all but dragged me out the room, down the few steps and out into the street, and then across the parking lot, at which point I started to protest.
+""Ah... Ah."" I pointing towards my car.
+""It's two blocks. We can walk it easier than trying to find two parking spots over there."" She hooked my elbow completely. ""Don't worry, I protect you from the things that prowl the streets at night.""
+I had to laugh at that.
+""Well, let me put my case in the car."" I turned us back a bit.
+""Oh, very well, delays, delays."" She bumped my hip with her hip, every step till we were beside my car. ""What convinced you to buy a Prius?""
+""Four dollar gas."" I popped the locks and sat my case inside. ""It's a lot easier to park than my old car.""
+""Yeah, but it's too small to have sex in.""
+Looking to Cynthia, I cannot believe...
+""You're almost cute when you blush. Now, come on,"" she said.
+With her at my side, leading us, more often than not, we made our way over to Fillmore Street. She was softly humming a song I don't know. The sudden feeling of tranquility that descended over me as we walked made me reluctant to enter the bar. I would almost rather have just walked with her fro awhile. Just the feeling of a woman on my arm... was nice.
+Looking at Cynthia, as we walked through the door, I couldn't help but speculate. Of course she was not at all what I looked for in a woman to take out on a date. With a head full of braids to make Whoopi Goldberg envious, and never dressed in anything nice, those round mirror glasses that make her look like she had two coins over her eyes. Her cheek was still faintly Phthalo Blue, her fingernails bitten to the quick,they had the look of never having been polished.
+I watched her as she orders for us at the bar.
+Her skin was nice. A soft brown, coffee mocha.
+Her body... well.
+""Do I have paint still on my face?"" she asked, when she noticeed me staring.
+""A little,"" I said quickly to hide that I was checking her out. ""Just on your cheek.""
+She shruged. ""I'll get it latter. Now. Oh, thank you."" She took the sweating bottle from the waitress. I took mine. ""So, what has you all in a dither over Ms. Young? Is it her artistic talent, her ability to teach or the fact she has an ass and a pair of tits?""
+I took a slow sip to hide the slight discomfort. I was not use to women talking this frankly about sex.
+""I'm not sure."" I shrugged ""I just like her. She's is very talented, she is a wonderful instructor and yeah she is... smoking hot. I know she's out of my league, but I can't help the way I feel.""
+Cynthia picked up a napkin and wrapped around her beer. Then, when she looked up at me, she grimaced.
+""I hate to be the one to break this to you. She's not just out of your league she doesn't even play that sport."" Cynthia took a sip, then seeing my expression smiled around the end of the bottle. ""She catches for the other team.""
+""What?""
+""Little Miss 'hot as hell in those tight pants' is not going to be interested in you. You're male. Now do you feel better? It's been a lost cause from the start."" Cynthia smiled, no more of a smirk.
+""How do you know that?"" I demand.
+""Well I had her didn't I. Duh. Man let me tell you that pussy is as sweet as home made ice cream. I could have licked her all night. Come to think of it I did do that.""
+My jaw hit the table. For a good several second I just looked at Cynthia unable to believe what I had just heard, even as my brain was giving me a fantasy, techno-color rewind. Then I saw the hint of a smile peek from around the edge of her beer as she took a sip.
+""You're fucking with me! Cynthia you lying little..."" I sputtered to a halt as she began to laugh.
+""Yeah, but I had you going there. God the look on your face! Do you need to go check your tighty whities? I swear you just came yourself."" She laughed at me all the harded, then ducked as I threw a pretzel at her. She retaliated and very soon the other patrons nearby joined in, till the waitress came over and put a stop to it. She threatened us with the bag they use to fill the bowls.
+Shaking my head, I sat back and looked at Cynthia, she was still chuckling softly. I sighed to tried and let the desire to throw more pretzels vanish.
+""I can not believe you had me trying to believe that Ms. Young is a lesbian."" I wiped a drip from the bottom of my beer and held up my hand to order another round.
+""Oh she is."" Cynthia insisted. ""All I was lying about was sleeping with her. And about what her pussy tastes like. She could taste like unsweetened Greek yogurt for all I know.""
+""Would you cut it out. The joke was funny but only the first time."" I paid the waitress and handed Cynthia her bottle.
+""Ah, not joking there. I've been taking her classes for two years now. She has never even mentioned a man's name. I've heard her talking about several women and have seen at least two come pick her up from the studio at night."" Cynthia looked at me and slowly shook her head. ""Damn, you have it bad for her don't you?""
+Sitting back I looked around the bar. The place was not packed but there was a nice crowd. When my eyes passed one of the nearby tables I shared a smile with the guy sitting there. He had the bowl of pretzels pulled right in front of him, ready for the battle to rejoin.
+""Going to avoid the question now?"" I hear asked. She smirked when I turned back to look at her, but didn't answer. ""Okay then, what is your painting suppose to be, other than a table?""
+""The index cards were private."" I popped the top on my beer, as I heard a song I know come up on the sound system. ""We're not suppose to tell, remember?""
+""I'm painting behind you. All I have to do is look."" She reached over to get a pretzel but bit into it instead of throwing it. I heard a clearly disappointed sound behind me. ""Come on, what is it? I'm trying to help. You have some talent, but I want to pull my hair out half the time I'm watching you paint.""
+Looking down, I made a decision. Sure why not.
+""I have to paint a table, with a handkerchief, a book, and a knife on it."" I shrug. ""Simple still life.""
+""No. No, not at all."" She shook her head. The beads in her braids rattled, calling my attention to them. ""There is nothing simple about that. What kind of setting do you put that into? It can vary in hundreds of ways. What type of table, what kind of knife? Those things matter. Is it a big knife like a Bowie? Or a delicate one for opening letters? Is the handkerchief a ladies, all lace and silk or a man's just folded cotton? You have to ask yourself those questions before you even start to paint."" She bumped my bottle with her beer. ""What's the book?""
+""I don't know. It's just a book."" I shrugged.
+""See that is what I'm talking about. Is it a new book? Is it some ancient tome? You have to decide these things. That table, with those items, has to exist in your mind. As solid as if you just saw them. You should be able to reach out and touch it. Then all you're doing with the paint is copying what you see. Do you understand what I'm saying?"" she asked.
+""Kind-a, sort-a,"" I mumbled.
+She sighed.
+""Okay, lets test your imagination. What do my nipples look like?"" Cynthia sat back in her chair and pushed her breasts forward. ""Come on best guess. Here's a clue they are not pink.""
+I looked from her face to her chest and back. Then tried not to look back down, feeling it was rude to stare at her somehow.
+""Come on come on , my tits are down here. God I've never had to say that before. Look, it's simple. What do they look like. Give it a guess.""
+Sitting back, I let my eyes drop to her chest. Damn, she had nice...
+""They're round and dark,"" I said, as I looked quickly back up.
+She looked at me for a second, then leaned in.
+""Are you a virgin?""
+""No!"" I looked around to see if someone heard. ""I've had my share.""
+She looked at my face even after I looked away.
+""The hell you have,"" she said softly. ""Hey, it's okay. I'm not going to post it to your Facebook page or anything. Look... I want you to do something. Alright, close your eyes. Just close them. Now, think about Ms. Young, that hot little art teacher you want to be your first piece of ass. EYES CLOSED!""
+I snapped them back shut.
+""Okay, now picture what she would look like if you could unbutton that blouse she was wearing. Is the bra she has on all lacy or if it silky?""
+""White cotton,"" I said without thinking about it.
+""Okay, just simple and plain then?"" She asked.
+""No. No, it has a little silk bow in the front."" I felt myself want to harden, as I imagined that curve of white topped by that freckled crest of just slightly dark skin. ""It's kind of got lacy around the top edges.""
+""Oh yeah, I know just the one you mean. Those are nice. Now unsnap those tight pants. Do her panties match?""
+""Yes,"" I said softly, now almost fully hard.
+""Don't you wish you had a picture of that? Her... is she standing or laying down?"" She asked, me her words just a whisper.
+""She's laying down.""
+""Oh, she is ready to be naughty then. You want that image forever don't you?"" I hear a hint of a laugh.
+""Yes.""
+""Then paint it,"" she said, her voice back at normal volume, snapping me out of the daydream. I looked up at her to see her smiling at me. ""So just what kind of table? Knife? Book?..."" She frowned.
+""Handkerchief.""
+""Yeah, handkerchief. What kind is it? I promise you those will be a lot easier to imagine than Ms. Polly Ann Young.""
+Sitting there sipping at my beer half listening to the music, I thought about what she just said. Could it be that easy? Could my problem be that simple? Old songs old tunes. I looked up and smiled when I hear Cynthia softly singing along with one. She saw me looking and winked. I watched her smile as she took a sip.
+""Well Lover boy, I think I need to be heading out. One more of these and I have to find a cab. Walk me to my car?"" She asked
+""Of course."" Finishing my beer in a gulp I dig out my wallet and leave a five under the bottle.""
+""Oh, a big tipper."" Cynthia chided me.
+I shook my head and put my wallet away. I didn't want her to see that I only had two more fives in it to my name. As we walked out she slid in next to me and linked into my arm again. The sounds of the bar followed us down the street. Other clubs were open, even one that was a small restaurant. I was tempted to ask her if she was hungry, but I didn't do it. For more than monetary reasons.
+""So... why are you still a virgin?"" She asked, when the cars were in sight.
+With my hands in my pockets and her arm wove through mine it was easier to simply shrug.
+""You can tell me. I promises I wont tell. Cross my tits and hope to never orgasm again."" Cynthia nudged my ribs with her elbow. ""Come on, fess up.""
+""I don't know."" I looked down into her dark eyes. I'm glad she took off the round silver glasses. Those 'coins on a dead man's eyes' were starting to give me the creeps. ""The opportunities were there, I just never took that last step.""
+As we reached her car she suddenly turned me and pushed me back against her car door. The warm weight of her body pressed against me. I could taste the beer on her lips as I found myself suddenly being kisses. Shocked and surprised I paused for several seconds then began to kiss her back.
+She had a taut, wiry body I discovered as my hands found comfortable spots to rest. Cynthia had some tight muscles along her lower back. The curve of her ass wanted to draw my hand but I didn't let it. I just did run a finger along the top edge of her pants. The small of her lower back was a little damp when she lifted herself up to kiss me harder and her shirt rose up.
+Then she broke the kiss. Turning us she rattled her keys.
+""I've got to go Lover boy. Long day tomorrow,"" she said.
+""Sure,"" I mumbled, unsure of what just happened.
+""See you tomorrow night."" she smiled, winked and turned away.
+Cynthia opened her car door, slid inside then pulled it shut. When the engine cranked the window rolled down.
+""Hey.""
+""Yeah?"" I turned around.
+""You need to learn when to take that step. You just missed another of those opportunities."" She waved goodbye.
+As her car drove away, I figured out what she meant.
+* * * *
+All around me I heard the other students turning back the paper covers on their easels, reveling wonderful beginning to what would no doubt be true works of art. I left mine covered till the last, and even then I didn't want to uncover it.
+My poor, sad table. I didn't have the heart to place even the handkerchief on it for fear that it would collapse.  
+Bending down to my case I took out a sanding pad and gently began to take away the texture from my canvas. All those sad crooked lines, and that pitiful attempt at wood grain. When the last of it was gone I thinned some Midnight Black, took a large brush and with criss-cross strokes made my table go away.
+Looking up at my lovely Ms. Polly Ann I felt my lips quirk a little at the image of her that came to mind. That gorgeous body, laid upon piles of silk pillows, in a bed large enough to swim in. I let my eyes roam across her, her body so tight, her hair a blond fountain behind her head, it would drape across satin pillow cases.
+My eyes went to the table next to the bed.
+No common nightstand, far more decorative. Fitting, in this bedroom. Round topped of course, no hard corners in here please. Long legs delicate, but sturdy, curved and flared out in places, tight in other. The soft hint of old polish going yellow with age, that slight dusting of neglect. The drawer pull, a lion's head of fake bronze, the ring in his mouth like a door knocker.
+The tips of the table's legs were the same tarnished bronze. Too many years being brushed with a wet mop when the hardwood floors were cleaned. They had a green patina of tarnish.
+The soft lines of the table, the dark wood, Burnt Sienna with a mixture of the Midnight black from underneath and the Indian Yellow I highlighted it with. The back of the table was in shadow. There should have been a lamp upon it I think, but no... That wasn't on the card.
+The Knife or the Book?
+Book first, I think. What would it be? A romance novel no doubt, some potboiler paperback with Fabio on the cover. The cheap cover creased across his flowing hair, his pirate's shirt torn from his body flying in the wind of whatever sea he was sailing on. The maiden in his arms, no... not a maiden a rescued slave. I smiled as I pictured naughty Cynthia in tattered rags and broken chains, her face smudged with dirt, her eyes wide with innocent lust as she looked at her rescuer.
+Why a knife? What is it doing there? What was it to be used for?
+Then I saw the torn letter upon the floor, the discarded envelop, the carefully sliced opened top. I looked back to the knife and before my mind's eyes it became a long bladed letter opener, with a curl of paper left to hang from the hilt.
+Why was the letter on the floor? Who was it from? These thoughts filled me as I looked back to the nearly nude image of Polly Ann. Her in all her pale glory laid as if upon a serving table. Prepared for the feast to come. Why? Why was she like that? Did the letter have something to do with her being there?
+It was from a lover. Of course! My eyes went to the handkerchief. She had been crying. I darken one corner to show that it was still wet from tears. Why? What made her cry? Did he leave her?
+I chuckled at that. What fool would leave something that lovely? Surely not me. Then why?
+Her lover must be dead. But then who was she waiting for, dressed like that? I couldn't picture that. Not unless...
+No. He can't be dead. The fool left her. He left her and now she was waiting for her new lover to come to take her. She had been reading her book to get herself in the mood for this new man, this new lover.
+""Very, impressive.""
+Blinking, I turned startled to see Ms. Young standing next to me. She tilted her head looking at my image. I looked back and to my horror saw that I had painted the full bedroom scene. With a incredibly recognizable woman upon the bed. The image was nearly as perfect as my mind had made it. The only saving grace was that the delicate blond on the bed had her face turned away.
+""Did you take some sort of speed painting class last night?"" she asked me, with a bit of laughter, ""Or have you been hiding talent from me?""
+""No. I just finally figured out how to take a step, that I have been needing to take. It kind of... all fell into place after that."" I looked at the painting wondering if I could improve on it but decide to let it stand as it was.
+""Well, I'm glad you took that step, what ever it was. That is a vast improvement."" She gave my back a pat, then went to walk away.
+""Ms. Young.""
+""Yes?"" She turned to look at me but her eyes went past my shoulder to my painting.
+""Thank you.""
+""Oh no, you're quite welcome. It is its own reward for a teacher when they see a student finally get it. I'm just glad you did."" With a smile, she nodded and walked over to take a look at another students finished work.
+As I was gathering my things together I looked up to see Cynthia standing there looking over my painting. Her hand was full of her brushes. Her eyes roamed the canvas, even as I saw small twitches quirk her lips, She knew who the lady in on the bed was.
+""Nice, but I have a question."" She looked at me with her head titled, her beaded braids resting on her shoulder.
+""Yeah?""
+""You going to ask her out now?"" She asked, softly. She glanced up to where Ms. Young was offering polite criticism to Gary Wells.
+""No."" I put the last thing back in my art case and closed it up. ""But, would you like to go get a beer?""
+She laughed and looked back at my painting. I saw her face shift and realized where she was looking. The cover of the romance novel. I saw her mouth purse up, then it shifted to a smile, even as she started to chuckle.
+""Would love a beer. But don't get any ideas about afterwords."" She looked back at me, her mouth quirked.
+""No?""
+""Nope."" She turned to go clean her brushes, ""I'm a lesbian.""
+Chuckling, I grinned as I watched her sashaying ass. Suddenly, I had no problem picturing Cynthia in far less than a bra and panties. I could easily imagine her dark skin in tones of Coffee Brown, Butterscotch Tan, When she looked back at me I caught a curve of her breast and knew I was going to need Midnight Black for her nipples. She gave me a smile, and pointed to her painting.
+""Tell me what you think."" She winked.
+As I stepped around her easel, my jaw dropped. Oh my god... she didn't."
+80,F5: Mystery Night,Saxon_Hart,Chain Stories,2014-06-16,2014-06-16,2022-01-08 03:48:40,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f5-mystery-night,A mysterious surprise celebration.,"['Anal', 'Analingus', 'Bondage', 'Fawc', 'Fmf Threesome', 'Oral']",4.13,"**F5: Mystery Night**
+ _(Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. Every story for this FAWC begins with the exact same line. Where it goes from there is up to the author.)_
+ _* * * *_
+Upon the table lay three items: a handkerchief, a book, and a knife. These items caught my attention momentarily before I was enrapt by the appearance of my bedroom.
+No lights were on in the room but it was aglow with the light of dozens of candles. As I entered the room I was taken aback by all of the time my wife had to have spent setting this up. I was also slightly ashamed that I hadn't been the romantic one in this case.
+The next thought that hit me was that I had somehow overlooked an important event. I racked my brain, Valentine's Day was a couple of months past, and our wedding anniversary was still six months away. Her birthday and mine are both in November.
+Even the anniversaries that only the women seem to remember didn't come to play. Our first date had been on New Year's Eve, and our first time in bed was just a week later. We started living together a month before we were married.
+After running through every inane reason for celebration, my mind asked, _""What did she do?""_ Did she wreck the car? Did she go on a shopping spree and blow the mortgage payment?
+My mind was working overtime when I heard her behind me. ""Don't say anything or turn around. The items on the table are your evening in a nutshell. Go take a shower and get EVRYWHERE clean,"" she finished my giving me a playful swat on the ass. Whenever she did this I knew she was ready for a night of debauchery.
+I almost asked her what was going on, but I decided to take this ride and see where it lead. I went into the en suite bathroom and stripped out of my work clothes. On the counter was my razor and shaving cream alongside a note that read; ""Use me."" As I shaved my face as smooth as a baby's butt, my mind was still trying to figure out exactly what Sabrina was up to. One part of my mind was sure there was bad news on the horizon, but the pleasure centers were telling that part to shut up. I made an agreement with myself to fully enjoy what lay ahead and then let the chips fall where they may.
+I turned on the shower and gave it a few minutes to get up to temperature. When I climbed into the shower the first thing I noticed was my usual cake of soap was missing. In its place was a bottle of a popular brand of men's body wash and a funny looking scrubby thing.
+I have to admit that the body wash did smell better than my usual soap, and the scrubby was a pleasant experience. As I was washing, I sensed, more than heard furtive movements in the bathroom beyond the shower stall. I kept expecting my wife to join me in the shower, presumably to help clean certain parts of my anatomy.
+After a few minutes of stalling and avoiding my raging hard on, I finally concluded that she was not indeed joining me and ended my shower. When I left the stall I found one of our huge fluffy beach towels waiting for me. It was sitting on Sabrina's stool she sits on to do her make up each morning. I picked the towel up and was pleasantly surprised to find it had just been pulled from the drier and was quite warm.
+As I was drying off, I noticed a note on the stool. ""When you are dry and ready, sit down facing away from the door and say my name.""
+"" _How cryptic?""_ I thought to myself. I did as I was instructed. I dried off and applied my deodorant and aftershave, which had been conveniently left on the counter. I then sat down, facing away from the door and said, ""Sabrina.""
+After a few minutes of waiting I was about to call out louder, but I heard the door open and heard the distinct sound of high heels on the tile floor. ""Good,"" she breathed as she placed something over my eyes. I instantly recognized the blindfold as the handkerchief I had seen on the table.
+""If at any time you wish to stop,"" she whispered in my ear as she tied the handkerchief. ""Just say the word.""
+""The word."" We had once watched the movie ""Eurotrip."" In the movie a horny sex obsessed kid goes into an Amsterdam brothel. During his visit he is given a safe word to say to stop the action if it became too intense. That safe word was long and in a foreign language which the kid didn't understand.
+At one point he manages to say something along what he thought the word was, which triggered an even less desirable result. Between gales of laughter, I looked at Sabrina and said, ""If we ever need a safe word it will be 'word' not fleufenkegenheifel.""
+With her introducing a safe word I immediately wondered what was about to happen. Once she was satisfied I couldn't see through the blindfold, she had me rise and lead me from the bathroom. When we got to the bed she instructed me to lie down in the middle of the bed.
+I lay down and wondered what I was in for. She had put the silk sheets on the bed and the burning candles permeated the air with the scent of jasmine, with an undertone of vanilla. _""What an odd combination_ ,"" I thought as Sabrina grasped my right hand and guided it toward a corner of the bed. Once there she secured it with a leather cuff. Before I could wonder where the restraints had come from, she secured a cuff around my right ankle.
+After she had me completely restrained, I heard her leave the room. A few minutes later she returned only to leave again. She made several trips in and out of the room, each time my anticipation of what was to come grew. My cock was standing at full attention and I was afraid that it wouldn't take very much to make me cum.
+After what seemed an eternity I felt her climb onto the bed. She didn't say a word then I felt her breath on my balls. For what seemed like forever that was all I felt. Once again I started to feel like one heavier breath would put me over the edge.
+I felt her shift her weight and then she grabbed my cock. She didn't give it a stroke, but instead fitted a cock ring around the base. "" _Looks like I'm in for a long evening_ ,"" I thought. As soon as she had the cock ring in place I felt her leave the bed and the room again.
+A moment later I heard her come back. I felt the bed shift as she climbed on, then I felt something lightly touch the head of my cock. Just a wisp; just enough to let me know something was there. Then it came again, a little firmer this time but still faint. I felt my cock twitch at the third touch.
+At first I thought she might be tickling me with a feather, but as she started moving over more of my body, it began to feel like a soft brush of some sort. After several minutes of this, she abandoned the brush and began tracing lines all over my body using just the tips of her fingernails.
+She started at my face just under the blindfold. She lightly grazed my lips, then my chin and down my throat. She was making me so damn hot. She continued down my chest, scratching a bit harder around my nipples, but nowhere near enough to hurt.
+She lightened up again almost to the point of non-existence as she worked down my belly toward my groin. I was anticipating that feeling on my cock and balls when she bypassed them and worked down my thigh. She spent extra time at the back of my knees. "" _GO BACK TO MY COCK!!""_ my mind screamed.
+As she worked down my calves, a fear set in. She knows I can't stand to have my feet tickled. Would she take this opportunity to torture me? Fortunately she didn't. She lightly stroked the soles of my feet, then ran her hands back up my legs once again stopping shy of my cock. I actually whimpered when she stopped. She let out a slight chuckle and placed her head near enough to my cock that I could feel her breath again.
+Then she moved away and off of the bed. I heard her doing something; there was some sounds above my head. Suddenly I felt my feet being pulled upward toward my head. I could hear the tethers running through the pulleys as my ass was lifted off of the bed.
+I felt her get back on the bed and felt her breath on my now exposed ass. ""Oh, he washed everywhere,"" she said as her finger traced the crack of my ass. Her nails danced around my hole then back up to my sac, causing me to twitch.
+To the best of my knowledge, she had never even thought about my asshole, now she was face to face with it. For long torturous moments she ran her finger up and down and around, barely grazing my hole and my sac. Just when I thought I could take no more, she gave my hole a lick.
+I lurched at the contact, but the restraints kept me in place. She giggled as she continued her new found game. I swear it felt like she was trying to force her tongue into my ass at times. After a few minutes of rimming, I felt her reach around and grab my cock. As she licked me her hand was giving me a slow and gentle hand job.
+I was in such bliss that I don't know how long she kept that up, nor do I know how I avoided cumming. At one point she stopped licking my ass and sucked one of my balls into her mouth. As she did this her hand job became more persistent, and she slipped a finger into my ass.
+A girl I had gone out with in college had given me a prostate massage once, I don't remember much else but having one of the most intense orgasms of my life. As I recalled that experience, it dawned on me that my body's positioning made it a given that when Sabrina pushed me over the edge, my face was going to get sprayed. Before I could decide whether or not that thought bothered me, I felt my impending orgasm begin to build.
+Sabrina has always had an outstanding sense of timing. I am also embarrassed to admit that she knows my body to a far better degree than I know hers. Once in a while I can sense her orgasms' arrivals before she has one, but she has always had a knack for knowing when I am going to cum before I do. And she has often used this knack for wringing the most out of our sex sessions.
+One moment I am in heaven, her finger is in my ass, her hand is pumping my cock and I am powerless to do anything about it. I can feel that familiar tingle that tells me an orgasm is imminent. One more stroke and I would have cum. Just one. Sabrina stopped dead. Finger was gone, hand was clear and with no way of completing the job myself I wasn't cumming.
+I felt her leave the bed. I know I whimpered in frustration, but she didn't indicate that she'd heard. A few minutes later I feel her return to the room. That feeling is confirmed when she unhooked my tethers and retuned my legs to the prone position, and fastened them in place. I was relieved that my night wasn't over.
+She left the room again and was gone for about five minutes. When she returned I heard the sound of dishes being placed on the nightstand. Was she going to feed me while I was tethered? I hoped not. I only wanted to cum.
+I heard her moving around the bed, and then she climbed up on my left side. There was a pause then she straddled my face. I lifted my head and tried to get a taste, but she raised her ass up just out of my reach. It was maddening, I could smell her arousal and feel her heat on my face, but I couldn't touch my tongue to her.
+Then she licked the head of my cock, sending electric shocks up my spine. I moaned and tried again to lick her pussy and failed. Another lick caused me to cry out again. Several times she licked and then waited. The anticipation was excruciating. Then for a few fleeting seconds she lowered herself to my hungry lips.
+For those few seconds I attacked her slit like a starving man. And my chin revealed a surprise. She usually keeps a tuft of hair above her clit, but tonight that tuft was gone. I couldn't wait to see shat her new grooming job looked like and cursed the blindfold.
+A moment later, much to my chagrin, she rose up just out of reach. Then she licked the head of my cock several times before taking it into her mouth. Then came surprise number two.
+Sabrina loves giving me head, but she cannot take my entire length into her mouth and throat. She pushed down about half way and stopped. This is quite normal for us. Then she pulled back and went all the way down. I have never known what it felt like to be in her throat. Last time she'd tried she gagged badly and had to stop. This time she went all the way down like a pro.
+She kept me in deep for several moments, moving her tongue as much as she could. Then like clockwork, as soon as I felt my orgasm building she quickly pulled off. I was, however, rewarded with a few moments of dripping wet pussy in my mouth. I guessed that Sabrina had douched with something, because her juices tasted different but before I could figure it out, she lifted up again, denying me further access.
+Before I knew it she had my cock in her mouth again. It felt different this time. I couldn't tell exactly what was different, but I knew something was. She didn't try to take me all the way into her throat this time. This felt like a normal blow job. Then a thought occurred to me. I didn't feel her body shift when she leaned over to get at my cock. Maybe she had leaned while I was eating her, but it felt like her tongue was in the wrong position.
+I was trying to concentrate on where the tongue was when she lowered herself again and I got distracted eating her pussy. I worked her clitoris over with my tongue; I held it in my teeth and flicked it rapidly until my tongue started to cramp then I sucked on it. This time she didn't lift up and during my third assault with my tongue I felt her shudder with an orgasm, but oddly the mouth on my cock never missed a beat.
+She was working my cock with her mouth harder now. I love it when she moans while sucking me off. She moaned and I felt my balls tighten. Then like before she pulled off. ""Oh damn it,"" I said. Then I feared by saying something I had ruined the night. She got up off of my face and left the bed.
+For several moments I wasn't sure if she had left the room or not, then I heard the ""clink"" of a cup being set onto a saucer. "" _Oh great! I'm tied up, dying to cum and she's having a cup of tea.""_
+After a moment I felt her lean onto the bed. I wasn't expecting what happened next. Her mouth enveloped my cock again, but it wasn't the warm mought that had been sucking me previously, it was ice cold. I could even feel an ice cube being maneuvered over my cock. Then she lifted up. Just as the tepid air in the room hit my cock it was enveloped again.
+This time her mouth was warmer than usual; almost too hot. I figured she had spit the ice cube out, but I didn't understand how her mouth could heat up so quickly.
+Then as fast as she had put her hot mouth on my cock, she pulled off again. Moments later her mouth was ice cold. It was then that I put two and two together and realized that Sabrina and I weren't alone in the bedroom. This realization almost made me blow my wad, but Sabrina must have picked up on it and pulled off again.
+Shocked would be an understatement for what I felt. I just couldn't believe Sabrina would allow this let alone set it up. I had once joked about having her co-worker Rebecca over for a threesome. You'd have thought I was suggesting bedding her little sister.
+After a week sleeping in the guest room she finally thawed out enough to start speaking to me again. Needless to say; I kept all future threesome thoughts to myself. Now here I was being orally tortured by my wife and some mystery guest. My mind immediately went to work deducing who it might be.
+I knew who it wasn't. It wasn't Rebecca; she had moved north two years ago after her fiancé had been killed in a car accident. Every other woman that Sabrina worked with was just too large to have been on my face the way the mystery woman had been.
+I was pondering all of Sabrina's friends when I felt someone climb on the bed again. I felt four hands on my thighs; four distinct hands rubbing my cock and balls. Then someone mounted me cowgirl style. She lay completely on me, her breasts on my chest, she kissed me deep. It was Sabrina. ""I hope you're enjoying this,"" she breathed as she broke the kiss.
+I smiled, but before I could reply Mystery Woman guided my cock into Sabrina's dripping wet pussy. I suddenly knew I was not the only one enjoying the activities. I could feel her hot exhalation as my cock entered her. She always did Kegel exercises to keep herself tight for me and each time they paid dividends.
+She started riding me with her usual pace. She had a way of controlling her pace to make sure I didn't cum until she wanted me to. Sex with Sabrina is always complete bliss, but that night it was something more. Just when I thought it couldn't get any more erotic, Mystery Woman started sucking on my balls.
+Between my wife's gripping pussy, and the lips working on my balls I knew I was going to burst at any moment. Then came the toy. As Sabrina rode me and Mystery Woman played with my balls, I felt action near my ass. It felt like Mystery Woman was rubbing something on it, but I was too into what Sabrina was doing to worry about it.
+A little experimentation showed me I could put my feet flat so I was able to plant them and thrust into Sabrina. As I was thrusting, I felt Mystery Woman push something into my ass. It wasn't all that big around, not much bigger than a thick finger, but never having had anything in my ass before it felt huge.
+The kicker came when she turned on and I could feel the buzzing clear into the head of my cock. I then realized, Sabrina had a vibrating egg in her ass so any control I had over my impending eruption went right out the window.
+I could feel it building and I knew Sabrina had to know it was coming. I steeled myself for the inevitable pull out. But she didn't lift. She rode harder! When I came it was almost painful.
+The first burst even seemed to take Sabrina by surprise because I could hear her startled ""OH!"" when the first burst surged from my cock. I myself screamed out during the following five shots.
+Somehow during my ecstasy, I missed the onset of Sabrina's orgasm. I could feel her rhythmic clasping and the sound of her sucking in air through her clenched teeth; all hallmarks of an epic orgasm. If the sucking air and clamping muscles hadn't been enough evidence, she collapsed on me. She kissed me deeply and said, ""That was awesome!""
+She lay on me for a moment while our mystery guest caressed my balls and the inside of my thighs. She also shut off the toy in my ass, but didn't remove it.
+Sabrina rolled off of me and lay next to me. ""You almost blew my head off mister,"" she panted in my ear. She knows that any kind of action near my ears is a guarantee for a hard on. She reached down and stroked my cock. ""No going soft mister, you have a guest to impress.""
+Go soft? No way was that happening. If the cock ring didn't do its job, then just the eroticism of the moment would keep me up. I had given up trying to figure out who Mystery woman was, I figured if I was meant to know Sabrina would have un-blindfolded me.
+I felt Mystery woman climb up further onto the bed and poise herself above my cock. ""Oh I promised myself I wouldn't but I have to try it,"" she said breathily. I didn't recognize the voice at all. I did wonder what she was going to try.
+She grabbed my cock and held it as she rubbed her slit all over the head, eliciting shivers from me. ""Oh, mmmm,"" she purred as she rubbed. I could feel her dew dripping down onto my cock. ""Oh yeah,"" she moaned as she stopped rubbing and began lowering herself onto me.
+""Oh god that looks so fucking hot,"" my wife moaned from beside me. Meanwhile Mystery Woman had me about a quarter of the way inside her. She stopped momentarily, lifted up a bit then sank even lower onto me.  
+""Phhhsssss. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. God oh God,"" she moaned as she lowered even further. ""Oh I feel so full.""
+For me it felt like my cock was being forced into butter. Her walls were so smooth and silky, but she was tight. I wondered if she did Kegel exercises too. In a few moments she bottomed out on me and placed her hands on my shoulders. She kept murmuring, ""Oh so full, oh my God,"" over and over. Then she leaned down and I could feel her breasts on my chest and her hot sweet breath on my face. ""Sabrina,"" she said. ""You are a lucky woman.""
+She gave me a quick peck on the lips then pushed herself up and started riding me slowly. I imagined her looking like a serpent, because every few strokes I could feel her abdomen touch me. She also used a lot of hip as she rode. Sabrina is a very sensual lover, but Mystery Woman seemed to be dancing with my cock in her pussy. After several minutes I felt her muscles starting to quiver, much as they had when I was eating her.
+""Ah. AH AH AHHH OH GOD!""
+Her riding went from a slow and sensual dance to staccato hip grinding as she neared her peak. ""Oh fuck, oh fuck OH FUCK!!!!"" She suddenly went rigid. She sat stiff as a board and thrummed. Then I felt her juices oozing all over my cock and balls. I could hear Sabrina beside me gasping as if she were seeing the most awesome sight ever.
+A moment later she let out a deep sigh and lifted off of me. ""Now, for what I planned to do.""
+She rose up again and held my cock. I felt it push past her ass cheeks and I suddenly realized she was about to take me into her ass. Sabrina and I do anal on occasion but it makes her sore. As tight as Mystery Woman's cunt had been I wondered how she'd ever fit me into her ass.
+Just like before, she hovered over the head, just rubbing it in lazy circles around her asshole. I felt a lot of lube and wondered when she'd applied it. A moment later she settled down and the head of my cock entered her ass. ""Sss, Oomph."" She settled down a bit more and I felt at least half of my cock was in her.
+""God this feels so good,"" she grunted as she sunk further onto me. When she had me about half way in she started fucking. Each downward stroke went a little deeper than the previous one had until she finally had all of me inside her.
+As tight as she was, I was afraid I was going to shoot my load too soon so I began trying to figure out who she might be. That lasted until she started fucking me slowly and steadily. As tight as her ass was, she seemed to be quite comfortable and soon had a steady rhythm going.
+I felt Sabrina moving around, but I wasn't sure what she was doing until I heard the telltale sound of lube being squirted from the tube. I figured she was getting heated up and had decided to rub one out. Moments later I was rewarded with the sound of my wife's fingers playing in a wet hole.
+""Damn that looks so fucking hot,"" Mystery Woman declared from atop me. She had to have been watching Sabrina masturbate; I know I wished I could. Soon her pace was picking up and I began to feel a tightening in my balls.
+Mystery Woman was riding my cock in earnest and her ass cheeks were slapping my groin each time she bottomed out. I suddenly wished I was in the driver's seat so I could really ramp up the pace. My feet were planted, but I just couldn't match her stroke for stroke.
+Her moaning was getting louder, and Sabrina was panting next to me. Mystery Woman began doing something I had never even thought of before. On each down stroke she would tighten her sphincter muscle making her ass almost excruciatingly tight. She relaxed for the up stroke. This continued for several minutes then she reversed the pattern, tightening on the up stroke.
+I felt the telltale quivers from her again as she gripped my cock with her sphincter and slammed up and down. She was cumming again and it felt like a big one. Sabrina cried out with her release beside me and Mystery Woman shrieked with each down stroke and a moment later I added my orgasmic roar to the cacophony.
+After my first orgasm, I didn't think I could possibly have any more in the tank. But it felt like I emptied at least a quart into her bowels. As she peaked, she stopped all motion and just sat on top of me quivering. Her thighs felt like vibrators.
+After a moment she collapsed on top of me and kissed me deeply. ""Thank you. I needed that.""
+As she lay on me panting, I couldn't help but notice just how nicely she was put together. She was much bustier than my wife, but her stomach was flat. She was definitely not one of Sabrina's co-workers. I didn't get to ponder her body type too long as she soon rolled off of me to the opposite side from Sabrina. ""Oh I'm not gonna walk right for a few days,"" she moaned.
+""Me either,"" said Sabrina as she rose up and straddled me again. I couldn't believe what was happening. Every time I had ever taken Sabrina anally she made me scrub my cock with hot soapy water for a while before she'd allow me in her pussy again.
+But that wasn't her plan. I felt her ass cheeks envelope my cock and her well lubed ass accept the head rather easily. She'd obviously been masturbating her ass the entire time I'd been in Mystery Woman's ass. And by the ease she'd taken me into her, I suspected a toy had been involved.
+She took maybe a third of me before she lifted up until just the head was still in and then went down again. This happened many times, each time taking me in a little deeper. When she finally bottomed out she just sat still for a few minutes, rubbing my nipples.
+I felt Mystery Woman moving, and then her hands were on my thighs. ""Oh yeah, do it,"" Sabrina said. Before I could wonder what ""it"" was, the toy in my ass came to life again with a much more intense vibration than before. Then Sabrina leaned forward on me and kissed me deeply. ""Are you ready for the grand finale?"" As she said this, Mystery Woman removed the cock ring. Then she started working the toy in my ass. I knew it was ribbed because I felt each rib.
+Sabrina raised herself back up and leaned backward. Her hands were on my knees as she started her slow and excruciating grind on my cock. In my mind's eye I could see her leaning back ion ecstasy; sweat running off her perfect c cup breasts, beading up and running down her flat tummy. I could picture the muscles in her thighs as she worked her hips.
+I remembered one of the first times we had done anal. I had massaged her with warmed oil. Her flawless tanned skinned glistened with it. She was flat on her back with a pillow under her hips, as I worked into her ass. I was trying to not blow my load, which was a big challenge since her ass was so tight, when my eyes fixated on the sweat droplets running across her tummy. The way they stood out against the oil's sheen, and beaded up on her breasts got to me and I had to stop pumping.
+I had to switch my mind to something else in a hurry or I would blow my load too soon. I started replaying episodes of Gilligan's Island in my head. I tried to focus more on Gilligan and Skipper in their hammocks than on Ginger or Mary Ann.
+Mystery Woman stopped working the toy and moved up next to me. ""Oh those feel so nice,"" she said. I almost lost it when I realized she was feeling up Sabrina's tits.
+Sabrina must have known, because she slowed her motion way down. ""Someone is way too turned on,"" she cooed.
+""I should feed him,"" Mystery Woman said.
+""Oh yes,"" gasped Sabrina. ""Please do, and don't stop...ahh ah...Oh yeah.""
+I could hear Mystery woman sucking on my wife's breasts. I once again silently cursed the blindfold. Somehow she managed to mount my face again wile suckling on Sabrina at the same time.
+I wasted no time. As soon as it was in reach, I sucked her clit into my mouth and latched onto it with my teeth. I felt her jump and her a gasp between sucking sounds. Her pussy was so wet I actually had juices running into my mouth at a rate that made me swallow them every few minutes.
+As I was tongue lashing Mystery Woman, Sabrina was grinding on my cock. I felt her shift her feet, and I had a mental picture of her sitting on me in a crab fashion. This is her ""go to"" position when she really wants to fuck. I let her have full control for a few moments while I concentrated on bringing our guest off.
+AS I was sucking on her clit, she decided that Sabrina needed some help. I know this because I could feel the back of her hand and wrist as she worked a finger, or maybe more into Sabrina's cunt. Her hand bumped my belly on each out stroke.
+After several minutes of me sucking and tongue flicking Mystery Woman's clit, her thighs squeezed my head and I felt her shuddering violently. I know she didn't squirt, but there was a high volume of fluid gushing from her pussy. Shortly after, I felt Sabrina get off as well, but it wasn't the monster orgasm I knew she had in her.
+Mystery Woman raised herself out of my reach, but her pussy was still dripping on me; meanwhile Sabrina had come down from her orgasm and renewed her ride on my cock. This time, I planted my feet and started driving up to meet her.
+For the time all you could her was my grunting, Sabrina's moaning, Mystery Woman's panting and the staccato slap, slap, slap of my wife's and my groins colliding.
+At some point the toy came out of my ass, and Mystery Woman moved to turn it off. Shortly after that, Sabrina changed her position. She tucked her feet under her and leaned onto my chest and said 2 words. ""Finish me!""
+Those two words were all the encouragement I needed. Using my planted feet I drove my cock into my wife's ass as hard and fast as I could. Her moans became squeals, and then a full blown screech as a monster orgasm overtook her. She always has a monster orgasm when I pound her anally. As her speech became incoherent, I kept pounding.
+Moments later I felt the tingle beginning in my shaft. It spread over my balls and my ass clenched. Moments later I let out a roar of satisfaction as my balls emptied themselves for the third time that night. I kept fucking for another minute or two and then collapsed with my wife quivering on top of me. All I herd out of Mystery Woman was, ""Wow.""
+For a while I lay there with my wife atop of me. Periodic tremors though her body let me know she was nowhere near ready to move yet. My cock finally softened and fell out of her ass. Mystery Woman lay beside us, alternately caressing Sabrina or I. Finally Sabrina lifted her head and kissed me deeply. ""Thank you,"" she said breathily as she pushed herself up and off of me. I felt Mystery woman leave the bed as well.
+For a while I heard nothing, then I heard the shower running. _""Are they showering together?""_ If my cock hadn't been so worn out it would have risen to full staff at the thought; but it only managed a half hard state.
+After a while I heard the shower turn off. I could hear them talking, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. After a while I heard them walk through and out of the bed room.
+* * * *
+""Trixie!!! No!! Down!! Out!""
+That sound and hot breath on my groin area snapped me awake. I had been dozing. Sabrina yelling at our 2 year old golden lab brought me back to full consciousness. I lurched, but was still tethered. I felt the dog jump from the bed as Sabrina came back into the room.
+""Oh babe, I'm sorry. I never thought to close the door to keep her out of here. You almost got Trixie kissed.""
+""I don't think she got me. I don't know for sure because was dozing.""
+""You were wonderful mister,"" she said as she untethered me. ""I won't walk right for a week.""
+She helped me up and guided me to the bathroom. ""Take a shower babe. You've earned it,"" she said as she untied the blindfold. I heard her close the bathroom door as my eyes got used to the light again.
+I showered, relishing the feel of the hot water, and the memory of what had just occurred. Then it dawned on me that I hadn't encountered the knife or the book yet.
+I got out of the shower to find another warm towel waiting for me. There was no note of instruction so after I dried off I went to the bathroom door and into the bedroom.
+All of the candles had been extinguished except for two that adorned the table that had earlier held only 3 items. Now along with the two ruby red tapers and the knife; there was a silver serving dish.
+""Sit down and enjoy,"" Sabrina said rising from the bed. She had been sitting on the edge of it. She was wearing her pink silk house coat which rode up exposing her tight tanned thighs. I noticed that our navy blue Egyptian cotton sheets were now on the bed. She must have worked fast to get that done while I was in the shower.
+I sat down and Sabrina lifted the lid on the serving dish; revealing a T-bone steak covered in mushrooms, brown rice, and steamed broccoli. A glass of water and a glass full of our favorite zinfandel rounded out the meal. The knife was for my steak. That left the book.
+""Have you eaten?"" I asked Sabrina.
+""Yes I have,"" she replied. ""I know you have questions. For now I'll answer the obvious. No I won't tell you who our guest was, nor how I arranged all of this. The 'why' will come in a moment. Maybe someday I'll tell you, but I won't guarantee it. You blew her mind."" She paused and then smiled warmly at me. ""I loved it too.""
+""I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed to be blind throughout, but it also added to the excitement.""
+""I knew it would, and we'll play like that again, without the third person and the blindfold of course. I know I love it when you tie me down.""
+We chatted idly as I ate. Near the end of my meal, she got up and picked a book up off of the dresser. I assumed it was the same book that had been on the table before.
+""This is what the whole evening has been about,"" she said as she handed me the book.
+""Baby names? Do I need a book of baby names?""
+""You will in a little over seven months, daddy. I got the confirmation today.""
+I jumped up and took Sabrina into my arms and kissed her with all of the fire and passion I could muster. An hour or so later, after we both found out we were up for another round, I took the dishes from the bedroom to the kitchen.
+"" _I'm going to be a daddy_ ,"" I thought as I walked back into the bedroom and my sleeping wife. It wasn't long after I lay back down and snuggled up to my wife that sleep took me. I was very happy, quite satisfied, and completely exhausted."
+81,F5: The Games She Plays,xelliebabex,Chain Stories,2014-06-16,2014-06-16,2022-01-08 03:48:42,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f5-the-games-she-plays,A man's love for his eccentric wife.,"['Affair', 'Clue', 'Fawc', 'Game', 'Wife']",3.37,"**F5: The Games She Plays**
+ _(Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. Every story for this FAWC begins with the exact same line. Where it goes from there is up to the author.)_
+* * * *
+Upon the table lay three items: a handkerchief, a book and a knife. He walked further into the room taking in everything, looking for anything else that could be seen as being out of place in frugally furnished room. There wasn't much in the small space; the table was low and surround by two large comfortable armchairs. Two shelf lined walls were crammed with books arranged apparently without rhyme or reason. A third wall held a bay window where a cushioned bench lay invitingly in the sunshine.
+Once again he looked slowly taking in every little nuance. This was her room, her sanctuary. He had built this room for her, her own special retreat. He both loved and hated this room. He loved that it gave her solace when she was feeling down or neglected by him as he concentrated on a project of his own. He hated it because it took her away from him time and time again, not just her physical presence in his world, but her mind seemed to drift to another place, another time, another love. He shook his head and tried to remind himself he had won her love and loyalty a long time ago, he adored his eccentric wife with all her quirks and idiosyncrasies but sometimes like now; it drove him to distraction.
+This wasn't the first time he had woken to find her gone on some escapade, or another, but she had usually warned him of up-coming trips or adventures she was planning. Maybe she had mentioned it, and he had not been paying attention as he pottered around in his shed out the back working on some never ending project of his own or when he had been writing the column that was their main source of income in his semi-retirement.
+She had packed a bag, and as the sun lit the horizon had kissed his cheek and murmured, ""I love you.""
+""I love you too,"" his sleep addled mind had not realised exactly what she was saying. He groaned remembering his drowsy voice as he had replied, ""I love you too."" How could he have not realised she was saying goodbye? How could he have let her go so easily without finding out where she was going or what she was doing?
+Old jealousies and resentment warred within him as he looked for clues within the little room. He was hoping this was just one of her little games, a mad moment in time, the beginning of an adventure. It wasn't like it was an unusual event in their lives, for her to disappear for a while. Mostly it was just a need to escape for a time. There had been one time though that that he had endured weeks of heartache as she ran away with mandolin player for a wild month of abandon in a hippy colony down in the hinterland. That had been the worst of her flirtations. Mostly they led to nothing but a mad moment in time, as she liked to call them. The time with the musician though, had hurt, and left him with a feeling of insecurity that he had never quite recovered from.
+He shook his head dispelling those dark times. She had always come back seemingly more in love with him than ever and promising never to leave him alone again. He had been helpless in his love for her and despite the advice of friends and family had taken her back with open arms. He once again looked at the table and taking a breath decided it must be one of her games. It had to be one of her games. The alternatives were too heartbreaking. Looking for hidden meanings in the items she had left on the table, he scratched at the morning growth on his chin thoughtfully.
+He sat in one of the large armchairs and studied the table. The handkerchief was crisp and white, ironed to a perfect triangle with lace softly curling its edges. An old fashioned thing in today's disposable world but it also told of his wife's femininity that she would never go anywhere without one, ""just in case."" He often chided her about her just in case scenario, but she was adamant that a lady should never go anywhere without lipstick and a handkerchief.
+He smiled as he remembered times where those dainty squares of cotton had held the treasured lost teeth of their children, or precious things like special shells found on the beach. He picked up the neatly folded handkerchief and held it to his nose, closing his eyes his mind filled with the image of her when they had first met so many years ago.
+She had been the most beautiful debutante of the season, escorted by a handsome young man of the right social standing and surrounded by friends and family. He had met her as she escaped the crowd seeking fresh air and glowing with perspiration she had fished a handkerchief from her cleavage to dab at her forehead and nose.
+He found himself chuckling at the memory of her turning to find him standing there watching her. He had been part of the hired help, so to speak. As a member of the band he held some cache but the elite crowd here was way out of his league, and he knew it. Rather than ignoring his presence or simply dismissing him, she had surprised him by approaching him with a flirtatious smile and fluttering eyelashes. She had wanted two things from him that night, firstly a cigarette, which he quite happily supplied from his breast coat pocket and secondly music that wasn't going to put all the young people at her party to sleep.
+While the first request was easily done, it took some fast talking to convince the percussion and brass players of the band to up the tempo and create a bit of a stir for the younger crowd. He'd been fired after that night, but he didn't care as he had managed to land a date with the most beautiful girl in the world.
+He brought himself back from the memory to the feel of the soft handkerchief against his face. He sighed out loud, ""Where are you baby? Where did you go this time?""
+Once again he looked at the only clues she had left as to what was on her mind before she disappeared with the last vestiges of the night. Holding the handkerchief in his hand, he looked at the two remaining items on the table; the knife glinted in the stray beams of sunlight as they filtered through the curtains.
+""Why on earth would she have left the knife in here?"" he asked himself and leaned forward to pick it up. He studied the implement. It was a plain butter knife, silver with a heavy handle and a thin blunt blade. He knew it was here for a reason, but his mind wouldn't bend to its meaning. He closed his eyes willing himself to think of something. This had to be one of her games; it had it be, he felt himself slipping into the darkness he did not want to acknowledge. He gripped the knife tightly willing an emotion, a distant memory, anything, to try and make sense of what she had left for him to find.
+""Please baby,"" he said out loud to the empty room, ""Tell me where you are, before it's too late!"" Dropping the knife back to the table at an absolute loss as to why it was there and despairing that the time limit he knew he was on would run out. There was always a time limit with her games. He knew there was always a need to prove himself to her and always a need to show how well he knew her and loved her.
+He understood that when he took her from the world she knew, leaving behind a disapproving family and the friends who turned their backs on her, that he would need to be her world until she found her own place in his world. He had hoped as they began their new life together that creating their own family would be enough. His own working class family had embraced his new wife at first but began to resent that she was so far out of her depth. She had no knowledge of even the most basic housekeeping or cooking, and they were not about to act as housekeepers for her.
+Taking on more work so he could afford a housekeeper on top of the mortgage that was barely with his means had had meant that his lovely young wife had been left on her own even more than they planned. It had been a difficult time for both of them but their love had conquered all in those early years of marriage. While his colleagues bemoaned married life as an end to any sort of exciting sex life, he had commiserated and smiled smugly thinking of his beautiful wife who constantly amazed him with her creativeness and need for that kind of physicality in their relationship.
+Those early years had been filled with blissful joy, but as his career grew to include greater responsibilities so did his time away from home. They had three children within the first five years of their marriage, and his extended absences began to create a wedge between them. One day he came home to find the housekeeper with the children and no sign of his wife. He had begged the housekeeper to move in for a few days and began his search for her. That had been the first of her disappearances.
+She had returned a week later and with teary eyes had confessed that she had felt trapped that they never did anything together anymore. That their life had become stale and boring, and she had runaway only to realise how much she loved him and their beautiful children. She had sworn that there was no one else, could never be anyone else that she had only ever loved one man, and that was the man she married.
+Relief and passion for the woman who had returned to him filled him, and he took her in his arms, kissing her hard. With a sense of urgency, they had practically torn each other's clothes off and made passionate all-encompassing love right there on the living room floor. Her cries of pleasure echoed through his mind with the image of her sitting atop him riding his cock, her tits and hair bouncing as if in slow motion, in his mind's eye, made his cock stir.
+Leaving the children with the housekeeper, they had spent the weekend in a small hotel wrapped in each other's arms and renewed their love and commitment to each other. They each made promises to make more time for the other, to be more thoughtful, to remember how they felt on their honeymoon when they were so madly, deeply in love that no one else in the world mattered.
+Life has a way of getting the better of people though and over the years she had disappeared at regular intervals, always coming back to him with words of love and commitment. She was not hard to find after the first couple of disappearances. She had always escaped to an idyllic bohemian community within the hinterland, populated by artists and musicians of all descriptions. It was enough for him to know she was safe and had not left him and their family for another, so he had never interfered with her time away. In fact, in some ways he enjoyed the break himself, indulging in his own passions. He went and saw friends he had lost touch with from his band days and played the occasional gig.
+That was until she returned to confess her first affair, blaming him for not loving her enough, for treating her like a maid hired to keep his house and his children. She accused him of forcing her into another man's arms and took no responsibility for her own actions. There was no passionate reconciliation as he had flown into a rage. He had been understanding, had understood her need to runaway sometimes and recharge her life, he had provided everything she could possibly need, and she had thrown it all away on some unemployed musician who could never love her like he did.
+The fight had been long and loud, ending with him calling her a bad mother for constantly leaving her children and making them feel unloved and unwanted just like him. He remembered the look on her face, as if he had physically slapped her. She had fled upstairs at that point, and he had slept on the couch in his den. When he woke in the morning, she was gone and had taken the baby with her, their daughter, Honey.
+It was the darkest time in his life. His closest friend had gone to find her and found her shacked up with a mandolin player and Honey. They had appeared to be healthy and happy, unlike himself and his two young sons. He had thrown himself into work and raising his boys not stopping to think about what had torn his marriage apart. Then one day he came home, and she was there, acting as if it was just another day. That night after the children had gone to bed she came to him and begged forgiveness, professing her undying love and admitting fault for everything.
+He brought himself back from the past with another shake of his head. While that had not been her last disappearance, it had been the worst. She hadn't completely disappeared for a while though, she usually told him directly about some wonderful adventure she wanted to go on. This disappearance disturbed him because she had been more erratic than usual lately. He knew he had to find her; she was his world, his one true love and he was worried about her well- being.
+He dreaded looking at the book. He never understood the meaning she intended when she left messages for him by book or movie choices. He looked at the title with surprise. <i>The Five People You meet in Heaven </i> he looked again at the knife lying beside it. ""Oh god, she wouldn't do that!"" he thought in panic. His mind whirred with a new sense of urgency.
+Taking up his phone, he tried to call her again and on being sent to her message bank yet again he left an impassioned message, ""Baby call me please, I am worried. Where are you? Why aren't you answering your phone?""
+He walked to the bay window and looked out. It's a game he thought just one of her games. She was always trying to keep him on his toes. He turned back to the small table and picked up the book reading the blurb on the back. Okay, he thought, not actually opening the book, it's about people who have influenced my life, for good or for bad. Let me think, five people who have influenced my life, well aside of her of course. His mind immediately went to his children, and he picked up his phone again. He didn't want to worry the children, but if this was one of her games, his daughter would know.
+""Hi Honey, it's your dear old, Dad,"" He greeted the forever happy voice of his daughter, the youngest of his three children.
+""I know your voice silly, you don't have to tell me who you are,"" she laughed at him. ""Mum said you wold probably call and asked me to give you a message.
+""She did, did she?"" He answered feeling part relief and part frustration at his eccentric wife's antics.
+""Poor Daddy, not in the mood for a game today?"" she teased him with a giggle, hearing the tone of frustrated resignation in his voice in comparison to the excited chattering of her mother who had called earlier that morning.
+""So you spoke to her today?"" He asked letting his relief win out.
+""Oh sure, today, yesterday most days over the last few weeks she has been planning this little adventure for you for a while,"" she laughed.
+""Tell me I won't end up in a nudist colony like last time, or in some bizarre spring solstice ritual with a coven of witches,"" he grumbled but there was a smile on his face as he remembered some of the more outlandish adventures they had been on together over the last few years.
+""Don't worry Daddy, I think this time you will be the human sacrifice in some Mayan doomsday cult ritual so that you won't have to be a worry-wart anymore, it will all be over once and for all,"" her peals of laughter made him hold the phone away from his ear.
+""Very funny,"" he groaned but his voice was light. His free spirited daughter was so much like her mother it actually frightened him sometimes, and he felt for her partner and the life he would need to lead to keep her entertained. ""So this message you have for me?"" he asked when her laughter finally faded enough for him to talk over it.
+""Oh yes,"" She took a breath. ""You're starting in the wrong place, you have to go backwards before you can go forwards."" She said as if reciting a poem she had learned by rote. ""She said she left you three clues, a fourth will be arriving soon and you will pick up a fifth along the way.""
+""Right,"" he rolled his eyes even knowing that she couldn't see him. ""So backwards then forwards, more clues to come, got it,"" he said sarcastically, ""It all makes so much sense now.""
+""Why don't you go have a shower and get dressed, you will feel better,"" she let the laughter creep into her voice again, ""Don't even try and tell me you aren't standing there in your pyjama's and that ratty old robe.""
+""It's not ratty,"" he protested petulantly.
+""Yes it is!"" She said with certainty. ""Just go with the flow today Daddy, it will be easier for you that way,""
+""Are the boys in on this too?"" he finally asked.
+""Sure this is a big one Daddy, but I promise it won't be too painful. Just remember, we all love you very much. Now go get ready you have a big day ahead,"" she heard his groan again. ""You're not fooling me with that groan of yours. I know you love these little adventures.""
+""I'm getting to old for all this shit!"" It was his turn to chuckle, ""I guess I'll see you on the other side of whatever this is. Wish me luck, Honey.""
+""Good luck, Daddy,"" she hung up the phone.
+At sixty, he was a semi-retired columnist writing for several newspapers. He enjoyed his increasingly quiet life in their house by the lake. It had been too quiet lately, and he should have known something was up when his wife had not complained about becoming boring old people. Resigned to his fate, and much relieved to find that this was indeed one of her games he climbed the stairs to ready himself for whatever was about to happen."
+82,F6: A Day at the Carnival,FAWCker,Chain Stories,2015-12-10,2015-12-10,2022-01-08 03:48:43,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f6-a-day-at-the-carnival,A simple ride in the woods becomes something else.,"['Carnival', 'Fantasy', 'Fawc', 'Magic']",3.6,"This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y C. Each item was used in the story. There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.
+The list for this story includes: cleavage, cabbage, carnival and clerk
+* * * *
+One good thing about a dragon rampage, five years later you have great farming soil. That is if anyone is left alive to till the fertile loam. Gabriel contemplated this as he steered the horse drawn cart over the rutted road between the lush untended fields. Behind him came the soft snores of Myracel asleep in the blankets of the cart bed. He rubbed his seat as the cart jolted over another deep rut wondering how his companion could possibly sleep with all the bumps. After another sharp jolt threw him into the air he espied colorful tents off in the distance. Myracel stirred in the back after being jolted awake by the last bounce. A sleep filled face peered out from the fur pelts bunched in the middle of the cart bed.
+""I swear you are deliberately riding into the biggest pot holes you come across.""
+Gabriel grinned at Myracel as she crawled out from under the pelts. His grin widened in appreciation for the cleavage displayed before him as Myracel worked to disentangle herself and crawl up to sit beside him.
+After vigorously rubbing her face, Myracel looked over at the grinning lad, ""What?""
+Then she followed the path of his eyes down to the gaping front of her blouse. ""Oh.""
+After pulling the blouse tight against her, which pulled the fabric tighter around her full chest she colored at the boy practically drooling next to her.
+""Stop that,"" she cried as she freed one hand to punch him hard in the shoulder.
+Annoyed at Gabriel's lack of response, she caught sight of a motion in the brush beside the road. Grinning she pointed her finger just past Gabriel's nose and let fire a small streak of crackling flame that burst past the startled lad as it singed his nose before shooting out to the quivering brush.
+Gabriel fell backward into the cart at the abruptness of the shot, ""Myr, what the Hell?""
+The lithe blonde continued to grin as she jumped off the slowing cart and walked to the small burning bush. She reached past the small licking flames to hold up a small charred rabbit. She held it aloft for Gabriel to see as her soft suede boots stomped out the small fire.
+""I caught dinner while your eyes were otherwise occupied,"" Myracel called triumphantly.
+Gabriel rubbed his nose, ""You could have warned me.""
+Myracel chuckled as she returned to the cart, ""Like you would have paid me any attention.""
+She looked around before settling on a small clearing beside a running stream not far from the road.
+She pointed in the clearing's direction, ""Let's camp there.""
+Gabriel jumped from the cart and walked forward to grasp the dangling reins of the young horse tethered to the cart. Gabriel pulled the horse and cart towards Myracel, admiring her shapely figure through her breeches as he followed her.
+""Stop staring at my ass or the next bolt will hit your nose,"" called Myracel without turning.
+Gabriel chuckled but continued to stare. He still could not believe in his luck or rather lack of luck that had led him to her. He had returned from several day s of hunting in the deep woods only to find his homestead smoldering, his parents dead, livestock slaughtered. The tracks around the farm clearly told the story of an orc attack. After burying his parents, Gabriel set off at a stiff march following the clear trail left by the small band of orcs. After several days Gabriel was disillusioned of ever exacting his revenge when he saw smoke in the near distance.
+After a quick dash the woods cleared to a small farmstead much like his own ruined home Gabriel had left behind days ago. Four swarthy orcs were charging past their two fallen companions to storm the small house. A bolt of fire flew out the window to harmlessly crash against the large metal shields held by one of the orcs.
+Gabriel was stunned to hear a loud scream from the trees to his right. Two of the orcs turned at the sound to see both Gabriel and the blonde emerging from the forest near him. Gabriel watched as the girl paused to point at the lead orc, fire dancing from her fingers to fly out and strike the surprised orc in the face, dropping him instantly. Gabriel shook himself out of his freeze and notched an arrow before sending it into the breast of the other orc facing them, dropping him as well.
+The last two remaining orcs turned toward their new threat, forgetting the danger from within the house. A fire bolt struck the back of the head of one of the orcs felling him. As his companion fell the last orc took off towards the woods to the right of the farm. Before making the edge of the trees he was struck by a fire bolt and arrow simultaneously putting the end to the encounter.
+A woman emerged from the house. Gabriel could easily see the resemblance with the young girl standing near him. The woman from the house ignored the two to run off into the nearby field. Gabriel watched as she ran toward the prone body of a horse tied to a plow. He turned his head at the gasp from the girl near him.
+""Pa"" she screamed as she ran toward the woman now kneeling in the field.
+Gabriel stayed with the Myracel and her mother while they buried their father/husband. Myracel's mother Celeste decided to move to the large city of Algeron rather than take care of the farm alone. Gabriel and Celeste were surprised when Myracel told them that she would follow him as he continued to search out roving bands of orcs that terrorized the area. Many months and quite a few less orcs in the world later, Myracel was still with Gabriel. He enjoyed her company tremendously.
+""If you're quite finished staring at my backside could you be of some use and get a vegetable or two to go along with the rabbit that I caught by myself whilst you were otherwise distracted like you are now again.""
+Gabriel shook his head and tied their horse to a nearby small tree by the edge of the brook after releasing it from the cart. Gabriel headed back out to the main road and looked to the left and right deciding which way to go. He remembered the tents that he had seen off in the distance. He trotted off in that direction curious as to what he would find. Soon the road widened and became smoother. The road branched to the left and as Gabriel rounded the corner a colorful carnival opened up before him.
+He stopped and stared at the entrance listening to the quiet all around him. It seemed the carnival was deserted. Intrigued, he wandered through the opening in the fence by the empty ticket booth. Everywhere tents and flags of red and yellow waved in the breeze and glowed in the setting sun. Gabriel checked the packed ground before him. It did not appear as though anyone had been to this carnival in quite a while. He was surprised that the tents were in such a good state of repair.
+In what appeared to be the center of the spread of tents, Gabriel stopped to turn in all directions watching as the sun set in the distance. Around him with a whoosh flames danced from the various lanterns hanging around the lanes between the tents startling him. Shaking his head, Gabriel nervously edged back toward the path that led to the entrance. He was stopped by a sultry voice behind him.
+""Why must you leave before sampling everything we have to offer, good sir?""
+Gabriel spun to stare at all the alabaster skin wrapped in tight deep purple satiny fabrics. Long luxurious raven colored hair framed the slender face before cascading down the woman's shoulders to fall to the base of her spine. Gabriel stared at the smooth skin and inviting mounds of flesh that shown in the opening between the two strips of material hanging from her shoulders.
+The woman smiled at his stare, stretched out her arms and waved her fingers, beckoning him toward her. Gabriel merely stood and stared, not sure what to make of the woman before him.
+Still smiling, the woman reached back and up to her neck and the silver clasp that held her thin garment together. With a click, the purple silk slithered down her body leaving her bare before the gasping man. Her dark, rosy nipples and triangle of raven pubic hair stood out from the ashen pale skin. With a smooth motion the woman swayed over to the frozen Gabriel.
+She purred as her hand caressed across his chest, ""Do you like what we have to offer, kind sir?""
+Gabriel gasped as he felt the hand moving across his body clasp on the front of his trousers, squeezing with an agonizing force.
+""I think I will love what you have to offer,"" she continued to purr.
+Gabriel felt her push and slid to the ground without a protest. The woman swung her leg over so she was straddling the prone figure. Her fingers slide down from the top of his pants searching for the flesh she knew was there. Gabriel gasped when he felt her hand curl around his throbbing stalk and tug on it.
+""Oh, yes, I very much like what you have to offer,"" she purred as she leaned down to swipe her tongue across his cheek.
+Gabriel shook his head as in the increasing darkness her hair appeared more greenish than black. He lost his thoughts at the feel of her tugging again as her other hand pulled his trousers down below his knees. His cock swung up to stand upright as she lowered herself onto it groaning. Gabriel reached up to clutch the swaying breasts above him fingers pushing in on the hard nipples.
+The woman ground her hips into Gabriel pushing harder and harder bringing groans to Gabriel's lips. The woman clasped her hands together high above her head, a sharpened branch held between them. She started to quiver, grinding harder the hands pulled back ready to plunge.
+With a loud screech the woman exploded in a burst of flames falling off Gabriel. The sharp branch fell harmlessly on his heaving chest.
+Gabriel looked over at the burning pile of sticks next to him and then over at Myracel standing legs spread, her hand still pointing in his direction. The carnival spun and swirled before vanishing, exposing a large clearing with the night sky shining above it.
+""Cabbage,"" yelled the panting girl. ""I sent you out to get cabbage not get yourself killed.""
+Gabriel shook his heavy head. He could not catch the swirling thoughts in his head. He just laid still for a time. As his head cleared Gabriel became aware of his exposed glistening cock before looking over to Myracel. With a gasp he jumped up, pulling on his pants.
+The two silently stared at each other with only the crackling of the fire on the ground next to his feet to break the stillness, until they both became aware of a thudding noise near them. The two cautiously walked to the edge of the trees where they found the noise coming from a broken trunk of a tree. Gabriel pulled out his short sword and wedged the blade carefully in an opening on the side.
+With a crack, the front of the bark fell down exposing a man tied in a ball in the confines of the squat tree. Myracel reached down to pull the man up as Gabriel carefully cut the bonds that tied him. The man crossed himself at the sight of the still smoldering wooden corpse in the glade.
+""Saints preserve us, The Wood Nymph is dead,"" he cried.
+Gabriel looked back at the blackened corpse, ""Wood Nymph?""
+The man next to them nodded his head vigorously, ""she has killed many a lost traveler along this route.""
+Gabriel looked at the man, ""Why not you?""
+The man reached in and fished out the wooden cross hanging from the cord around his neck. ""I'm a man of God, she had no power over me.""
+Myracel grinned at the clerk, ""well she had the power to tie you up.""
+The man blushed before nodding again. ""Yes, a stout stick across the back of my head as I turned to run away did overpower me at that.""
+Myracel swatted the back of Gabriel's head. ""The rabbit's cooked, if you think you can rustle up some vegetables without any more trouble.""
+She turned and walked back toward their camp. Gabriel and the clerk stared at the swaying backside of the girl before becoming aware of each other. Gabriel swatted the back of the priest's head.
+""Stop looking, you're a man of God.""
+""Don't forget, I have a fire bolt with your name on it if you don't stop staring as well,"" laughed the girl.
+Gabriel grinned and clasped the shoulder of the clerk.
+""Let's get some vegetables before we both end up on the wrong side of her fingers.""
+With that the two rummaged for their dinner and had a quiet night ahead."
+83,F6: Bliss,xelliebabex,Chain Stories,2015-12-10,2015-12-10,2022-01-08 03:48:44,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f6-bliss,Home is where the heart is.,"['Country', 'Escape', 'Fawc', 'First Time', 'Freedom', 'Homecoming', 'Singer']",4.51,"This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y C. Each item was used in the story. There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.
+The list for this story includes: Yarn, Yearn, Yodeller, Yacht
+* * * *
+Lisbeth carefully tucked the precious pages she had secretly scavenged from the bottom of a crate of supplies back into the hollow of her bed frame and twisted the plain knob back into place. Sighing she pulled on the heavy tunic required for the assemblies and walked from the small cell that had served as her room. She had called it her cell since her coming of age and the move from her home to the girls dormitories.
+Aside of the assemblies any interaction between the young men and women of the commune was strictly supervised and scrutinised until a match was made and agreed upon by the council and a marriage ceremony conducted. She had been content once to accept her fate and had giggled with the other girls as the boys grew to manhood and began showing off their strength and skills within the commune hoping to win their favour. A girl could let her parents know her preferences, but she had seen over time that it mattered very little in the pairing decisions. Lisbeth knew her fate if she stayed here, and fates name was Gabriel Blackman.
+As she walked slowly across the common ground between the dormitory and the assembly hall, Lisbeth could feel the hair on the back of her neck prickled with the sensation of being watched. She steeled herself against looking back. To look back would be to encourage the gaze and she had no desire to encourage Gabriel Blackman. She had other plans for her life, and though fate all but strangled her here, she hoped that the choir mistress would provide her with the opportunity she needed to escape a life as wife to Gabriel Blackman.
+Lisbeth entered the building and pulled the door closed behind her. Still she didn't turn to see who followed her but instead walked swiftly to the choir circle and took her place amongst those gathered there. She took the hand of her best friend and squeezed it showing a small smile her glittering eyes the hint of excitement at the news the choir mistress had hinted she had for them today.
+""Now that everyone is here I can introduce you to our special guest. This,"" she indicated an austere man standing beside her dressed in black, ""Is Pastor Phillip from our sister Assembly in Miles.""
+""I have heard great things about this little choir, and I am looking forward to your performance tonight,"" he smiled warmly at the group. ""Just as you must practice your songs of praise so I must practice my sermon. I look forward to talking with you all intimately at the supper this evening.""
+""He's on old letch,"" Abigail whispered to Lisbeth. ""He gives me the creeps."" She pulled a face and turned back to the choir mistress who had begun speaking again.
+""You don't have to marry him,"" Lisbeth retorted in the same hushed tone. ""He is just the ticket out of the gates what we do after that is up to us."" Lisbeth sang her heartfelt praise to the light for bringing Pastor Phillip for the following hour of choir practise.
+Leaving the choir practise, she knew who would be waiting. She dreaded it, and she lingered with the choir mistress and Abigail as long as she could to discuss the possibility of travelling with Pastor Phillip to perform at his Assembly.
+It wasn't that there was anything wrong with Gabriel. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He was a good and kind man who lived by the laws of their commune with exactitude and would make some girl a wonderful husband. He was skilled with the hammer and saw as well as being intelligent. If she was honest with herself, as she was sometimes late on hot nights, he was a very good looking man too. It was just that he was so boring. There was no surprise about him, nothing unexpected to make her stop and take a second look. He was a good solid, steady man that any sane girl would want chasing her. Lisbeth though was insane in her friends eyes and she knew it.
+She was insane according to the commune's council and the beliefs they extolled. She wanted to go out and experience the world outside their fences. She wanted to see for herself the ladies wearing the short skirts and pretty undergarments shown in her carefully guarded contraband pages. She wanted to hear other people's music and not just the carefully chosen list of the choir mistress, but the heavy bass beats she had heard on her two trips to town when cars full of young people her age had driven by where she had stood. She wanted to eat the bad foods and drink the fiery drinks. She wanted to taste life and all that came with it.
+She wasn't the one for Gabriel. He needed a nice quiet woman who would cook for him and clean his house and give him big bonny babies to play with and teach his trade. That was not the life she wanted, not right now anyway. She wasn't sure if she would ever want that life.
+Taking a deep breath, she left the choir mistress and walked to the door. She let go of Abigail's hand lest anyone see them having physical contact without supervision and opened the door. The had walked no more than five steps when Gabriel stepped forward with his older, now married brother Elwin. Lisbeth grimaced inwardly, but she stopped to smile and greet the two men.
+""Hello, are you coming to the assembly tonight?"" Lisbeth asked as they stood close enough to halt the girl's progress across the common.
+""We've learned a new song and Lisbeth has the solo part,"" Abigail gushed overwhelmed by having two of the Blackman men show interest in what they were doing.
+""Well then I will be happy to be there,"" Gabriel said in his low, quiet voice. ""I like the way you sing, Lisbeth."" He gave a gentle smile and tilted his head. ""I was wondering if you would join our table for supper tonight,"" He asked still looking at Lisbeth.
+""We'd love to!"" Abigail exclaimed not wanting to be left out of the invitation.
+""I will save a seat for you both then. I am looking forward to it. I hear there may be dancing in honour of the visiting pastor. Do you like to dance?"" Gabriel spoke to both girls though his eyes remained on Lisbeth.
+""Ooh doesn't that sound wonderful?"" Abigail forgot herself and gripped Lisbeth's arm shaking her in excitement.
+""It does,"" she agreed disentangling herself from her friend and smoothing out the shapeless tunic she wore.
+""I will look forward to the assembly if only to hear you sing,"" The small gentle smile spread once again across Gabriels face as he locked eyes with Lisbeth.
+""Can we walk you ladies back to the dormitory?"" Elwin suggested as the awkward moment passed between Gabriel and Lisbeth.
+""Of course, that would be lovely of you,"" Lisbeth spoke with forced cheer and turned towards the cell she called home now letting Gabriel fall into step beside her.
+""Will you dance with me tonight Lisbeth?"" Gabriel said in a rush of low words. ""It just that I would like to... it just that it's time to make some decisions and...""
+""Poor Gabriel,"" Lisbeth stopped and turned to him. Standing in the middle of the common, she reached out and stroked his cheek softly, ""There is no need to be tongue tied with me. We have known each other since we were but babes."" She knew full well that this was scandalous behaviour, but she wanted to shock him into some sort of reaction. His cheek nestled into her palm momentarily and breathed deeply before dutifully stepping back to preserve her reputation.
+""Lisbeth you know the rules, you mustn't degrade yourself like that,"" he motioned that she should continue to walk with him and turned back in the direction of the dormitory. ""I am grateful, though, for you have eased my worries."" His smile was wider this time as he looked at her and his eyes shone with the promise her touch had given him.
+Lisbeth cursed herself. She should have thought about that more before touching him like that. Far too often she was far too impulsive and did not look beyond her immediate action to what the consequences would be. She knew she had given hope to a good and kind young man that she had no intention of marrying.
+* * * *
+Lisbeth and Abigail talked excitedly as they entered the supper following the assembly that evening. Pastor Phillip had invited three of the young women to visit his assembly hall in two weeks' time for the celebration feast of their patron. While the arrangement wasn't set in stone, the choir mistress had intimated that permission from the council would be no more than a formality.
+""Freedom,"" Lisbeth breathed excitedly into Abagail's ear. ""It is so close I can almost taste it. Nothing can ruin my mood tonight!""
+""Just don't do anything silly that they can punish you for,"" Abigail warned. ""You know they will look for any reason to keep us from leaving the commune even for something like this.""
+""I will be good I promise,"" Lisbeth murmured unable to stop smiling even to greet the men of the high council. The girls hurried through the room to the Blackman family table and took the seats offered by Gabriel. She looked around for her parents and spied them as they always were at the family table she used to sit at, her chair now taken by the wife of her brother. It was a commune law that girls were to cease living with their parents at their coming of age and move to the dormitory where their virtue could be kept safe until a suitable husband was found for them. Some girls never left that house, and weeping could be heard some nights. Lisbeth knew that to spurn any offer of marriage was to condemn herself to a life of servitude to the high council. There were few choices for a free-spirited girl here in this place, and she knew she had to get out.
+""Thank you for joining our family this evening,"" the older voice of Francis Blackman said in similarly gentle tones to that of his sons. ""Lisbeth,"" he nodded in her direction, ""and Abigail. You both have voices to rival the birdsong. It was a joy to her you this evening lifting your sweet voices in praise of the light.""
+""Thank you for your generosity in offering us a seat at your table, we are honoured to be counted amongst such respected men and women as you have within your home,"" Lisbeth said smoothly to Abagail's nodding affirmation of what she said.
+""Be welcome, eat and speak freely you are amongst family here,"" Frances intoned in the formal way of inviting the girls to relax and join in the table conversation freely.
+For once Lisbeth let the conversation wash over her saying very little. She sat demurely looking down at her food in a conscious effort to curb her impulsivity and lessen the risk of any punishment that could jeopardise her visit to Pastor Phillip's assembly and her one chance at escape.
+""You're very quiet tonight, Lisbeth,"" Gabriel said from beside her.
+""I am sorry Gabriel I was just thinking about something that happened after choir. Perhaps they will announce it tonight,"" She explained.
+""What?"" Gabriel exclaimed. ""Has somebody made you an offer?"" A range of emotions quickly flitted over his face. She couldn't tell if he was sad or mad about that prospect.
+""""Oh no, nothing like that,"" she quickly reassured him and forgetting herself quickly reached out to cover his hand with hers in a comforting way. Gabriel looked down at her hand but didn't seek to move his marvelling in how small and soft it was in comparison. It took Gabriel's father to clear his throat loudly before the innocent touch ended and they withdrew their hands to their laps.
+""It would seem it is time for you two to approach the council and make your intentions known before any more unseemly incursions occur in public."" Frances lectured the young people at the table. While Gabriel blushed deeply at having been reprimanded by his father Lisbeth gasped audibly and her eyes went wide in shock.
+The one thing she had been determined not to do had occurred, and now there was nothing she could do to take it back. All those times she had flirted with danger, impulsively touching his arm or hand as they walked between the assembly and her cell, it hadn't even entered her head that she was doing anything wrong when she had sought to reassure him that no other had made her offer. She wasn't even sure now why she had done that. She certainly had no intention of marrying him she reminded herself.
+With the pink flush of a guilty person, Lisbeth lowered her eyes and realised she had trapped herself. She had touched him not only in public but in front of his father. There had to be a way around this. ""Think Lisbeth, Think!"" she screamed inwardly at herself.
+""Excuse me, Master Blackman,"" it was Abigail who spoke making Lisbeth raise her head again curiously. ""It's just that Pastor Phillip has offered to take the some of choir to perform a small concert at our sister Assembly in Miles. Perhaps it would be prudent to wait for our return from this engagement. It would be cruel to part newlyweds so soon even just for a few days.""
+""When would this visit to our sister assembly be occurring,"" Frances did not question the veracity of the story only it's timeline.
+""Pastor Phillip will return to his parish in ten days, and the choir mistress will accompany him with the chosen singers,"" Abigail informed him. Lisbeth marvelled at her cool-headed friend trying to avert the awful situation she had created. As she watched her friend though she realised in a sudden flash of clarity that it was not her that she was trying to save from marriage but Gabriel. It hadn't even occurred to Lisbeth that Abigail would wish to be wed to Gabriel though she should have guessed. They had both talked about him constantly and while Abigail always agreed with the reasons why Lisbeth shouldn't marry Gabriel she had only ever praised him for his skill and beauty.
+Suddenly Lisbeth became inexplicably jealous. She certainly didn't want to marry Gabriel only to break his heart when she left, but she felt like her friend had duped her and she didn't want her to have him either. She felt like she was caught between a rock and a hard place when Frances spoke again.
+""There is no reason we couldn't spare Gabriel from his work for a few days to accompany the choir mistress and her flock. It would seem a much safer course of action to me,"" he nodded to his son who had gone from a look of disappointment to one of sheer joy in moments.
+If she had to pick the thing she liked most about Gabriel, it would be his expressive face. She could always tell what he was feeling, and she smiled warmly at him totally confused as to what to do. She had one burning question, though.
+""Gabriel,"" she said looking up at him through her long lashes. ""I love to sing more than anything. As my husband, you wouldn't stop me from accompanying Pastor Phillip and the choir mistress would you?""
+""My father has taught me well that to have a happy wife is to have a happy life,"" his gentle bass said softly, and his eyes showed his pleasure at her use of the titles, husband and wife.
+""Your wife was a very lucky woman,"" Lisbeth said to Frances, ""To have such a good and kind husband.""
+""It was me that was the lucky one,"" Frances corrected her. ""She was the other half of my soul, and it was left torn and tattered when she left this world."" His children all bowed their heads in remembrance of their mother. ""Seeing young love bloom around me helps my soul to heal and I will welcome you to our family with open arms.
+She felt Abigail tense beside her. This had somehow all gotten out of hand. She needed her friend to be on her side, to come with her when she ran away. Yet, here they were talking about weddings and bristling with jealousy over Gabriel Blackman. She said nothing and willed her friend to remain silent and keep her secrets.
+""Excuse me again, Master Blackman, ""but we rushed here from the small meeting after the assembly, and I feel I must use the washrooms, may Lisbeth and I be excused for a few moments, please."" Once again Abigail had come to her rescue and saved from saying anything further in response to his offer to welcome her into the family, she stood and moved away from the table with Abigail.
+""What on earth is wrong with you? Have you forgotten all those plans we have been making for the last year that we have been in the dormitories?"" Abigail sounded furious with her.
+""No, but what was I supposed to do? We don't have much choice. You know what happens to girls who turn down offers, besides once I run away I will be excommunicated and he will be free to marry again if you are so interested in who he marries. Were you hoping it would be you?"" Lisbeth asked with more acid in her voice than she intended.
+""Oh you can't be serious,"" Abigail said aghast. ""We had plans. We had dreams. You were the one who didn't want to be stuck here barefoot and pregnant!""
+""Shush,"" Lisbeth cautioned her. ""If anyone finds out we will both be punished and left in the dormitory to serve the council for the rest of our days. Don't you dare think I will face that punishment alone and then who would marry Gabriel, that whiney voiced Selena Goodman?""
+""""No!"" Abigail hissed, ""He wouldn't, he couldn't!"" Lisbeth nodded happily at the reaction and dawning light going on inside Abigail's head.
+""Thank you, though, you saved me more than once from committing myself to that fate tonight,"" she squeezed her friend's hand, and they went back out to the dining hall and their supper companions.
+It had all spiralled out of control from the moment they left the bathrooms. Frances had approached the high council to announce his sons offer, and Gabriel had formally presented her with a promise ring. It was at that point that that there were several objections to the union surprising both the young people involved and the high council.
+Pastor Phillip objected on the grounds of the impending concert and Lisbeth's gift being squandered here in this small commune where it couldn't be heard by all of the followers of the way of the light. Daniel Bowerman objected in that he had not been able to get close enough to even talk with Lisbeth because of Gabriels's selfish ways and that he too should be given the opportunity to make an offer. Several young women openly cried at the loss of such a bachelor, but Abigail had stayed silent.
+Frances and Gabriel skilfully deflected all objections and pressed forward with their offer. Having no real choice, Lisbeth accepted the promise ring from Gabriel and stood by his side as their friends and family came to greet them.
+""Thank goodness,"" her father said relief evident in his voice. ""Your mother has been inconsolable since you were taken to the dormitory now she will be able to visit you in your own home."" Lisbeth had been surprised by the words and the crushing embrace he had wrapped her in. It was odd that it hadn't occurred to her that her parents may not like all of the council's rules. For her, it was just part of life here and assumed that the parents of girls were glad to be rid of the burden of their care. Her mother only cried but held her in a gentle hug softly rocking her and saying nothing, in the same way, she had when she had left home.
+* * * *
+The council was swift in its deliberations and the next day she was delivered to the women of the commune to be prepared for her wedding night. The women laughed loudly as they told tales of their wedding nights and described the beastly weapon that hung between their husbands legs. She was told that the secret of a happy marriage was to milk the beast at least once a day.  
+""Milk the beast?"" Lisbeth gasped wide eyed at the lewd expression. In the end, she turned to her mother who had sat quietly to the side smiling at the women who were enjoying the rare night they had to discuss such things openly and without shame.
+""The last time we had one of these gatherings old Rowena told me to get down and kiss it, even suck on it like a nice piece of honeycomb,"" Ruth divulged to the small group who remained late into the night. ""My husband thought I had become possessed of the devil but he enjoyed it so much he didn't care if I was Satan himself,"" she cackled loudly.
+The chiming of the Assembly bell noted the hour to retire, and the women quickly gathered themselves and walked piously from the small cabin they had been allotted for women's things. Children were birthed in this cabin, women's health problems were seen to, and girls on their coming of age spent a day here with their mothers before being taken to the dormitory. As the women began to file out of the cabin, her mother held her back.
+""Do not put much stock in most of what they have said,"" she said quietly. ""Let your husband be your guide and you will not find it a totally unpleasant experience. In fact, you may quite like it. It will hurt the first time but only the first time. There is nothing to be afraid of, trust me.""
+""Thank you mother,"" and in an impulsive moment she hugged the woman to her.
+""Even as a small child you could not help but show your emotions physically,"" she smiled. ""I am proud that you came from me. You will be a fine wife, and I am sure a good mother. I wish you sons so you will not have to give them up as I had to give you to the council."" Her face clouded momentarily. ""Promise me that you are happy, all I ever wanted was for you to be happy,"" there was genuine anguish in her voice, and she looked around furtively. ""Not everyone belongs here, you must be true to yourself, or you will live a life of misery."" She turned then and fled from her daughter knowing she had said too much.
+Lisbeth watched her go with an incredulous look. On the eve of her marriage, that was not the advice she had thought to receive from her quiet, pious mother. She went to bed with visions of trying to milk a beast between the legs of Gabriel. It was hard to imagine despite the lurid descriptions given to her that something so big could be hidden in their trousers. The longer she tossed and turned in wakeful wondering the more curious she became, and she found she was quite looking forward to her wedding night, but she was also scared of what being married would mean for her.
+She needed to talk to Gabriel, not in the strict formal way they carefully observed in front of everyone but really talk to him about what it was he dreamed doing with his life. She knew he would be content here with a family and community but maybe just maybe, like her he thought about the outside sometimes. Looking out of her window, she could see dim light radiating from a dying fire behind the meeting hall where the residences lay. Of course, the men would have had a similar evening to prepare Gabriel as she had enjoyed with the women.
+Telling herself that they couldn't punish a married woman, and it was only a matter of hours before she would be beyond the reach of the dormitory mistresses Lisbeth pulled on her coat and tiptoed from her room. Filled with adrenaline, she kept to the shadows and skirted the buildings heading toward the dim light of the dying fire. Not even in her wildest moments had ever snuck out at night, and she felt more excited than nervous as she crept on silent, bare feet unfeeling of the cold as the adrenalin pumped through her body.
+Lisbeth peered around the corner of a darkened house and saw two figures, one the large muscled torso of Gabriel, his handsome profile made more so in the flickering firelight, the other his father who seemed to sag under the weight of the night sky. As if sensing hr presence Gabriel turned to look in her direction his eyes widening as she stepped out into his view and signalled to him.
+""Well father I think it must be time for sleep, you go on in, and I will put this out,"" he said amiably.
+""You're a good man, my son. I am proud to be your father, and I know you will have sons to be proud of now too,"" Frances murmured his voice heavy with exhaustion. ""I should stay to put out the coals.""
+""I will not sleep much tonight, Father,"" Gabriel smiled self-consciously. ""Let me take care of it, there is no point in both of us being awake all night.""
+""""Okay, okay, try and get some sleep, my son,"" Frances got to his feet and kicked a boot of dirt over the glowing embers to help them cool off faster. Gabriel too got to his feet and walked his father to their home before returning to the coal pit and kicking more dirt onto the glowing embers. Turning his back on where he knew Lisbeth stood be unbutton his trousers and pissed on the coals willing them to die faster because he did not want to walk away before they were sufficiently doused.
+Lisbeth watched and waited for long moments leaning against the wall in the shadow and watching the man who would be her husband by the end of the day. She didn't want to hurt him, but she had to be honest with him about her yearning for a taste of the freedoms of the world outside their small community. She wouldn't tell him all of it, though, definitely not the part about her escape plans, but she wanted him to know what as in her head and heart before he took her to be his wife. She needed him to understand and accept who she was, the good and the bad facets of her personality.
+""What are you doing here?"" Gabriel whispered as he finally approached her and took her hand pulling her into the darkness behind his home.
+""I needed to talk to you,"" she replied suddenly unsure of herself in the face of his obvious disapproval.
+""We have a lifetime to talk that is a promise ring on your finger, not a wedding ring. What would the council say if they caught us?"" he demanded.
+""I dunno, what? Make us get married for being together without a chaperone?"" She realised how absurd that sounded and laughed softly.
+""I have always known life with you would be unpredictable, but you take such big risks,"" he sighed giving a half smile enjoying the sound of her musical laugh. ""You are not like the other women here, you were always some kind of wonderful, even when we were kids.""
+""I was?"" Lisbeth was taken aback. She remembered being in trouble often for bending the rules or going into area's children were not allowed. She never paid attention to her lessons and the only things she managed small successes in were music and singing.
+""Yes you were,"" he said softly. ""I think I fell in love with you when you found that big lizard and brought it to lessons in your coat pocket.""
+""No one would have even known it was there if it had just stayed put,"" she said defensively. Then she looked up at him, ""I got in a lot of trouble that day, and you fell in love me?""
+""I think it was the way you cared more about what would happen to the lizard than you did about what would happen to you,"" he smiled and lifted his hand as if to touch her but withdrew it again.
+""Gabriel we are going t be married in a few short hours,"" she took his hand in her own and laced her fingers through his. ""I certainly hope we will be touching often today,"" she smiled up at him in the moonlight, and he seemed to relax.
+""It's all I can think about,"" he admitted. Sure that he as blushing Lisbeth reached up her other hand to touch his cheek feeling the heat in it.
+""Me too,"" Lisbeth laughed.
+""Is that why you came?"" Gabriel seemed shocked by her words.
+""No, well not exactly, I wanted to talk to you about the stuff that makes me different from the other girls I guess. I needed to know you understood that I couldn't be like, well like Selena or Mina,"" she said measuring her words.
+""I'm glad about that,"" Gabriel said quietly. ""I have already told you that is exactly why I love you.""
+Lisbeth felt the pressure to respond, but she couldn't say it, how could she say she loved him when she still planned to leave him. She hadn't let herself think about love here in the commune. She knew to stay here would mean marriage and she knew deep down that she was lucky that to have caught the eye of this good and strong man when she had a reputation for being a bit wild and unruly. Still that seemed to be why he loved her. Without thinking, she reached up and kissed him, brushing her lips over his softly and feeling them part in an audible gasp.
+""You go too far,"" Gabriel groaned, but his arm curled around her waist. He looked into her eyes searching them and bent his head to kiss her harder wanting to taste those lips and feel her body against his.
+Surprised but not frightened by his sudden ardour Lisbeth kissed him back and leaned in against him as he pulled her closer. She could feel all of the muscles in his arms and chest pressing against her making her feel small and fragile.
+""I just didn't want you to wake up tomorrow expecting me to be the perfect wife and mother. I mean I. . ."" she whispered breathlessly when he broke the passionate kiss only to have her words cut off as he kissed her a second time.
+""I know you,"" he groaned softly. ""I know that life with you will be anything but ordinary, but that is what I want. I want you, like this, more than anything right now, but I want you as my wife, first of all, so we have to go now before we ruin what promises to be a wonderful wedding night."" He took her hand then and looked around walked with her in the shadows back to the dormitory.
+""See you in a few hours,"" she whispered reaching up to kiss him one last time. The kiss was shorter but ended in a tight embrace. ""I love you too,"" she said in hushed, nervous tones and then fled across the small gap and quietly went into the door. On silent feet, she stole up to her room and climbed into bed lying there staring at the ceiling and wondering why she had said she loved him and marveled at the bulge in his trousers that grew each time they kissed until the first rays of dawn stained the sky.
+She sat up and looked at the dress that had been created the night before by the women of the commune. The yarn used in its weaving was bleached a brilliant white and looked strange to her in comparison to the dull blues and greys of the tunics that were everyday wear in the commune. She took the contraband pages from the hollow post of her bed and looked at them for the last time.
+""How can I love and want to marry Gabriel Blackman when I yearn for the freedom of a life away from here,"" she asked herself looking at the pages showing pictures of men and women wearing brightly coloured clothes and strappy shoes with heels rather than the utilitarian boots, she had known all her life. ""What choice do I have?"" She knew that to refuse would mean hurting a man who loved her with all her faults as well as possible sanctions for being seen as too ungrateful, too fussy or even too vain. She couldn't risk being held back from the trip to Pastor Phillip's Assembly. She just hoped Gabriel would not go back on his word and try to stop her from going on that trip. She had forgotten to ask him about that, but she didn't think he would now.
+The curiosity laced excitement she had felt with the dawn of her wedding day quickly evaporated as she saw the future freedoms she yearned for evaporating in the same way in the cold light of morning. Still she knew she had to go through the motions regardless of how she was feeling, so she got up and went down the hall to the bathroom to prepare herself.
+""I knew you would be here early to take all the hot water,"" Selena hissed from behind her as she walked through the bathroom door slamming the door shut making Lisbeth jump and squeal in surprise. ""You always take the best of everything without a thought for the rest of us, not even your only friend Abigail. Poor thing, whatever will she do now that you are to be married to the boy she loves.""
+""Oh and I thought you might be here to ask to be one of my maids today. Too bad I had such a pretty dress made with you in mind,"" she seemed to consider Selena as the girl fought for words. ""Oh well, I am sure with a few pins Emily will fit it quite nicely.""
+""You liar,"" Selena spluttered.
+""You said yourself I only take the best Selena. Are you telling me you are not the best of the girls here?"" Lizbeth stripped off her sleep shirt and turned on the hot spray of the shower. ""Go away Selena you have upset me enough already on the morning of my wedding."" Lisbeth moved under the spray and closed her eyes blocking out the girl from her thoughts.
+The slap that hit her cheek came without warning, hard and fast, knocking Lisbeth from her feet and causing her to hit her head hard against the wall. Dazed and confused she lay in the bottom of the shower stall watching the bare feet of Selena Goodman flee the room before everything went black.
+Abigail had been roused by the chaotic noise in the corridors outside her room, and she padded to the door to look out sleepily at what was happening. A small group of girls hovered around the door to Lisbeth's room, and she panicked that her friend had fled during the night rather than face being married and chained to this commune for the rest of her life. She felt disappointment at having been left behind, then anger softened with the knowledge that Gabriel would remain a bachelor.
+""It's her word against Selena's,"" Mina said in her high pitched whine, trying to protect her friend from muttered accusations in the small group.
+""Give it up Mina you were both seen leaving the bathroom before Becky found her and got help,"" Lucy groaned and rolled her eyes. ""You'll be in as much trouble as her if you don't start telling the truth about what happened.""
+""What happened?"" Abigail cried her anger replaced by anxiety.
+""Yeah Mina, what happened?"" Lucy asked, her arms folded across her breast and a scowl on her face.
+""I don't know I was only the lookout,"" Mina said in a tremulous voice.
+""Heavens!"" Abigail exclaimed and pushed her way through the small group to see Lisbeth lying prone on the bed a large egg continuing to swell on her head and the side of her face turning blue. ""Liss!"" she cried and fell at the side of the bed clutching her hand.
+The medic held her other hand at the wrist and consulted his watch. He frowned and turned to the window. He made a few gestures with his fingers to whoever was waiting below. Then he returned to his contemplation of her pulse.
+The dormitory mistresses moved the girls away from the room and herded them towards their normal morning duties and breakfast.
+""There is nothing you can do here Abigail,"" the medic told her gently. ""I have called for the ambulance she will be well cared for, I promise."" He helped her to her feet.
+""An ambulance?"" That was almost unheard of in their commune. The medic could heal most things and set broken bones.
+""An x-ray is all, just to be sure,"" he reassured her in a soothing voice. ""Now go and do what is needed before you get yourself into trouble."" He lied easily to the girl. He was concerned that Lisbeth wasn't waking up and prayed it was just a severe concussion and not anything more sinister.
+Abigail had barely had time to dress before hearing heavy footfalls on the stairs, peeking out of her room she saw two men walking into the room in which Lisbeth lay with large bags and what looked like a large silver sled. It was barely more than two minutes later when they left again carrying Lizbeth's lifeless body on the sled. Abigail rushed from her room to follow them down the stairs to the waiting ambulance, tears streaming from her eyes. A large figure loomed before her blocking her view and stopping her in her tracks. She looked up into the ashen face of Gabriel Blackman.
+""What happened to her?"" he demanded.
+""I don't know Abigail cried, ""The girls said it was Selena and Mina. She won't wake up Gabriel! She won't wake up!"" She buried her face in her hands and sobbed.
+* * * *
+Lisbeth woke up in a strangely white room. Tubes ran from her chest and wrists to stands beside her both foreign and frightening in appearance. She gasped and tried to sit up alerting those around her to her wakefulness and was immediately hit by a blinding headache and a wave of nausea she had not expected. She felt rather than saw the hands encouraging her to lie back again. Her head sank back into the pillows gratefully.
+""Relax Liss, lie back you're in the hospital,"" the soothing voice of her mother sounded in her ear as footsteps hurried on hard tiled floors. Slowly opening her eyes she looked at her mother, trying to comprehend what was happening and why she felt like a horse had kicked her in the head.
+""I see you're awake,"" a man in a white jacket said approaching her bed. ""Can you tell me your name?"" He shone a small light into her eyes and studied her waiting for the answer.
+""Lisbeth Firestone,"" She said uncertainly.
+""Do you know where you are?"" The man, who Liss presumed was a doctor now, asked.
+""In a hospital?"" She sounded as unsure as she felt.
+""That's right,"" he smiled gently. ""Can you tell us how you got that nasty bump on your head?""
+""I ... I don't remember hitting my head,"" Lisbeth blinked and lifted a hand to her face feeling the swelling.
+""It may come back to you,"" he said kindly. ""You've been asleep for a while, so it's only natural you are still a bit foggy."" He checked her eyes again, and she couldn't help notice that his friendly demeanour with touched with an edge of concern. ""What do you remember?"" he asked pleasantly as he stood and went to write on the chart at the end of her bed.
+""Well,"" she considered the question. ""I couldn't sleep because... Oh gosh, Gabriel!"" Her eyes flew wide, and she looked at her mother.
+""He waits for you,"" her mother said softly squeezing the hand she held. ""We can talk about that later, answer the doctor.""
+""I couldn't sleep,"" she repeated, ""So I got up early to shower and wash my hair."" She took a breath and frowned finding that the movement hurt her face. ""Selena Goodman came in, and we argued. I told her to leave me alone and put my head under the water,"" she stopped thinking about what happened next. ""She slapped me,"" her fingers touched the unbruised cheek, at least that's what it felt like and then..."" she concentrated willing her memory to show her more but after some time stopped and looked up at the faces around her bed. ""Then I don't remember anything until I woke up here just now.""
+""That fits with the story we were given when you came in,"" he nodded. ""The slap probably knocked you off balance on the wet floor causing you to hit your head."" He continued to nod and spoke as if to himself. ""We'll start you off on a light diet and keep you under observation for a few more days before sending you home,"" he continued with the conversation that seemed more with himself than her.
+""Thank you, doctor,"" she said softly feeling fatigue creep up on her again.
+""Rest now while I talk with your mother,"" the doctor looked at her and gave her an encouraging smile.
+Lisbeth watched as her mother stood and squeezed her hand before following the doctor from the room then closed her eyes to sleep again.
+Over the next two days, she found that Selena claimed to have done nothing to her and that Lisbeth had probably slipped after she had left the room. With Lisbeth in a coma, there had been no one to argue with her story except Becky, who had found Lisbeth and saw the glowing handprint on her cheek but hadn't been in the bathroom when the argument happened to say for sure how Lisbeth fell. Lisbeth's recount of the argument, however, had pulled apart Selena's story, and she was now house bound until Lisbeth returned to face her attacker.  
+Gabriel had been withdrawn and uncommunicative until her recovery had been announced and Lisbeth prayed that he didn't see it as God's retribution for the illicit meeting on the eve of their wedding. She yearned to see him and make sure he understood that this was not their fault but only the anger of a spoilt girl who was used to getting what she wanted. She had asked to see him but was unsure if her request would be granted. The hospital had stipulated that immediate family only could visit her while she had been in the coma and since she had woken it seemed to have remained that way with her mother being the only familiar face she had seen since the first day that she woke.
+The second day saw a delegation from the commune arrive at the hospital. Her mother was sent home to take care of her family's needs for the day. Two by two the female elders of the commune visited with Lisbeth, telling her news of her friends and the general day to day life of the commune. They each stayed for an hour or two before giving way to another pair of women. The Choir Mistress and her sister came late in the afternoon and Lisbeth smiled at the familiar face.
+""Well this has certainly gotten way out of hand,"" the choir mistress said distastefully taking Lisbeth by surprise. ""I don't know why you must persist in all this obnoxious behaviour. You merely had to wait for a week, and you could have been gone to the sister Assembly and that would have been the end of the whole debacle.""
+""Put an end to what?"" Lisbeth asked in shock at the venom in the voice of the woman she had thought to be a caring friend.
+""This nonsense with Gabriel,"" she spat. ""Do you know how much work I had to put into getting you passage away from us and him?""
+""From the time my daughter was born Gabriel's mother, and I had planned their wedding,"" the other woman raised her face to look squarely at Lisbeth who gasped as she realised who it was. ""My Selena did not do what you say she did, and you better recount that story before you leave this place. You will also give back the promise ring you stole from Gabriel,"" she ordered.
+Lisbeth wanted to laugh the whole situation. It was ludicrous. She had tried to dissuade Gabriel for months, dreaming of escape from the strict confines of the commune. She was shocked to speechlessness.
+""Hush Margaret,"" The choir mistress turned on her sister. ""In this bag,"" she indicated a large canvas bundle that lay on the floor, there are several sets of reasonable clothes, a bus ticket to Tenterfield and an address of a friend of mine who is a singing coach there who will help you find your way in the world. Don't come back, just leave here and this place. It will be better for everyone,"" she said her harsh tones softening slightly as she added, ""even you.""
+""Your mother was an outsider, did she ever tell you that?"" Margaret sneered. ""People like her shouldn't be allowed to steal our men and bear their children. Selena was clumsy, but you can rest assured that if you dare to come back and go through with this absurd wedding plan, I won't make the same mistakes."" The threat was clear in her tone.
+""Margaret! Stop, now is not the time. Lisbeth wants to escape don't you dear? You were just waiting for the opportunity, like the visit to Pastor Phillips Assembly. Alas, that will not happen for you now though I imagine Abigail will still have the opportunity. I doubt she will wish to return once she is offered a place there as you would have been. It's a much more progressive assembly than ours, with their clothes and attitudes to love,"" she said knowingly. ""I quite enjoy my little visits to Miles.""
+Lisbeth continued to remain mute as the two women's voices filled the air. One spoke with pure venom, and the other spoke with a strange conversation about what Lisbeth might encounter once she left as if it was a foregone conclusion.
+Anyway dear, your mother will be here shortly so we will be going. I wish you all the best on your journey and will pray for your success in your new life. You have a voice given from God use it for if you come back it will surely be wasted."" The choir mistress picked up a smaller bag from within the larger one that she picked up and put in the large bottom drawer beside Lisbeth's bed and the two women left.
+Lisbeth lay back on the pillows thinking about what they had said. This was exactly the opportunity she had wanted and had been waiting for, of course, she would take it. They hadn't needed to threaten her. An image of Gabriel floated into her mind, and she felt guilt at leaving him. The night before the almost wedding she had realised that she did love him, she had just never let her mind think about it before because she had been so determined to escape the life of a commune wife and mother, with no other purpose than to breed and look after her family.
+She felt good, she was healing, and the headaches had lessened to little more than an occasional throbbing in her temple if she sat up to fast or swivelled her neck too fast. She would wait until after she had seen the doctor tomorrow morning and then she would decide what to do and where to go. She sat up slowly and opened the draw. Opening the bag she saw a purse that seemed stuffed with money and a bus ticket that was refundable. Lisbeth had never handled money in her life or seen bus ticket but she read all the details on it, and the money seemed like a lot.
+The clothes were colourful and in foreign materials. She felt excitement override her feelings of guilt about leaving Gabriel and Abigail to be happy with each other and quickly closed the draw again. She was going to do it. She was going to leave. She went over the address in a small notebook until it was emblazoned in her mind. Each time that she tried to imagine what it might look like though Gabriel's house and his smiling face telling her that he loved her for who she was, came into her mind.
+Searching the top two drawers of her nightstand she came up with paper and a pen and began to write three letters. One for her parents, one for Abigail and the hardest one for Gabriel. The choir mistress had been right, all their lives would be better off without her, and she wrote passionately about why that was the truth of it to each of them.
+Her mother had arrived looking worn and tired and reassuring her that she was almost ready for a nap herself when she had finished writing a letter to Abigail, ostensibly because she missed her very much, she encouraged her mother to sleep in the reclining chair at her bedside. Then she stopped writing and looked at her mother.
+""Margaret said you were an outsider,"" she said to see if it were true.
+""She had no right to tell you that,"" her mother said sadly not denying the statement. ""When your father was a young man, they would allow the young people of the commune to leave for a year to experience the world and choose for themselves whether to come back or not. So many girls did not come back or were ruined by the world that they stopped that practise and now only young men who request it are allowed some few months out in the world.""
+""Is that how you met father?"" Lisbeth asked interestedly.
+""Oh yes. He was such a good and kind man, strong as an ox and very handsome,"" she said dreamily. ""I would have followed him into hell in those days, sometimes I think I did,"" she gave a sad smile.
+""The other women haven't been kind have they mother?"" Lisbeth knew the answer.
+""Not always but it is of no importance, sometimes we have to follow our hearts. They say that for every heart there is an equal, as a matching half, a soul mate and if you are lucky enough to find it there is nothing you can't endure for a love like that,"" she smiled. ""Your father and I love each other even more now than we did when we were first married. The snide remarks of a few silly women can't take that from me.""
+Lisbeth remembered that as a child before her coming of age there was always the comfort of loving hugs and softly kissed cheeks and foreheads. She remembered guiding hands in hers and over hers as she learned new skills and knew instinctively why she was so impulsive about unseemly touching now. It was part of who she was, who she had brought up to be by loving parents.
+""Mother if I wanted to take a few months, just to see a little bit of the world and maybe visit your family out there would you let me go?"" Lisbeth asked tentatively.
+""If I knew you were prepared and were going someplace safe,"" the older woman answered and then listened to her daughter tell her of the visit she had received from Margaret and the choir mistress. ""This is what you want?"" her mother asked at the end of the tale not questioning the truth of it.
+""I do but..."" she paused as the thought sprang to her mind, ""What if Gabriel is my other half and I am handing him to Selena or Abigail?""
+""If he is your soul mate, the two of you will find each other again,"" her mother answered with certainty. She then looked at the pages her daughter had been writing, ""Are those goodbye letters?"" she asked softly and saw the tears form in Lisbeth's eyes as she nodded.
+""Just a few months, no longer,"" she got up and went to the bed to hug her daughter fiercely. ""Promise me, Liss, you won't go forever without any word to me like I did to my mother,"" tears escaped her eyes then. She knew if she held her daughter back she would be miserable. She had always had a feeling this day would come, and she was glad she would have the opportunity to say goodbye.
+""Well then,"" she said and stood up sniffing away the tears. ""Just remember you asked for this. I am not about to put my daughter on a dirty Greyhound bus on her own. If you are determined to go and see the world, then you should do it properly and safely. I am going to the bathroom I will be back in a few minutes.""
+Lisbeth was stunned that her mother had taken the idea of her daughters impending flight the way she had. Admittedly in her relief Lisbeth had promised to be gone for a few months only but still the woman had surprised her. She leaned back thinking about all of the revelations this day had brought her.
+""No going backwards now,"" her mother sighed when she returned some time later. ""Finish your letters and I will tell you a story about a little princess.""
+The story was about a girl who was born to a life of wealth and opulence. She was given everything money could buy the best clothes the best schools the best nannies. She had everything but the attention of her parents. She thought they didn't love her, that they doted on her brothers and preferred their friends to her. She started acting out, doing the wrong things with the wrong crowds. Alcohol and drugs were a very real part of her life until she met a common man who was good and kind. He didn't care what are she drove or what parties she went to. He didn't care who she or her parents were. He cared about her and why she would treat herself so badly and let others treat her that way.
+""You have lived such a sheltered life with us here in the middle of nowhere I worry for you going out into the world,"" her mother said softly as Lisbeth struggled to keep her eyes open. ""Sleep now,"" she whispered kissing her daughters cheek and taking the letters from the drawer along with the bag left by Margret and Catherine, which she didn't want to go missing in the chaos that would erupt in the early hours of the morning. She would deal with those two women when she returned. She may have taken all their insults and jibes for herself over the years, but she would not let them mess with her daughter. She was sure this address they had given her was probably for a brothel of some description, but she would find out for herself when she approached the council. There were enough good men there to hear her out regardless of the women's standing in the Assembly.
+In the hallway outside the room, she looked up at the big clock at the end of the ward and nodded. It had been so long since she had seen her parents and she wasn't looking forward to this reunion. She went back in and sat in the recliner and waited for the drama to unfold. Hoping that this wouldn't harm her husband's standing in the commune, and she worried over the whole situation as she dozed off knowing it was worth the risk to ensure her daughter's safety.
+""Melody!"" Lisbeth woke to the cry of a woman who rushed to her bedside and held her face between her hands making her give her own cry of alarm.
+""I'm here Kasey, that is my daughter Lisbeth,"" she said tiredly shaking her head and standing from the recliner.
+'She looks so much like you did when..."" Kasey looked between Melody and Lisbeth. ""Oh darling don't you worry about a thing I am here now, I will get you the best medical care available.""
+""Where's Daddy?"" Melody asked as Kasey smothered Lisbeth in her ample bosom as she hugged the girl tightly.
+""He's taking care of the paperwork, we are taking you both back to the city where they have proper doctors,"" Kasey informed them.
+""I'm not coming with you, Kasey. This is my home now, and I won't leave my family,"" Melody said with conviction.
+""I am your family, yet you left me without a backward glance,"" Kasey said anger creeping into her voice.
+""Be honest Kasey, you didn't even know I was gone. Even Daddy didn't notice for the first six months before he sent someone to look for me,"" she sighed. ""I don't want to argue, I made my choice. Now Lisbeth must make her choices. She wants to know you and your world that is the only reason you are here.""
+""Sweet Melody,"" an older gentleman said as he came into the room. Lisbeth watched as he picked up her mother and hugged her.
+""Put me down Daddy,"" she complained but Lisbeth could hear the change of tone in her mother's voice to one of affection. Lisbeth watched as a second man entered the room behind her grandfather and approached her bed. Kasey made way for him and stood to the side watching as the man examined her face.
+""Fell in the shower did you?"" he asked looking into her eyes with a blinding torch.
+""Yes, Sir,"" she answered in a whisper blinking against the bright light and trying to readjust to the dimly lit room again.
+""I disagree with your current doctor's diagnosis and believe it would be best to transfer you to a hospital with an MRI machine so we can be sure there is no residual damage,"" he said officially. ""You are over eighteen, so I do not need your parent's permission to move you. If you would sign the release papers, we can be on our way.""
+Lisbeth looked at her mother as if to ask what she should do. Turning to follow her gaze the officious doctor spoke again. ""Officially I was called in for a consult due to ongoing headaches and advised the patient to sign the forms for her transfer against yours and her current doctor's wishes. That way there will be no issues of distrust with the local community groups. Ah, here he is,"" her doctor arrived in the room with a wheelchair.
+""Remember always that I love you, and you must come back to me,"" Melody said with emotion as she helped her daughter from the bed to the wheelchair and hugged her tightly.
+""Come home with us Melody,"" her father said sadly knowing what her answer would be having had this conversation on two other occasions.
+""I can't Daddy, my life is here now, and I am happy,"" she said quietly moving to hug her father. ""Happier than I ever was before coming here with William."" She hugged her mother farewell without saying anything. Kasey seemed about to launch into a diatribe about being hurt and rejected by her own flesh and blood as she had done on the two other occasions they had seen each other but closed her mouth firmly and walked from the room her back stiff and her walk purposeful.
+""She's changed a great deal since your brother's death, Melody,"" her father said softly. ""Try to give her a chance next time."" With that, the small group followed Kasey out to the waiting ambulance. The doctor and Melody stood at the front of the small rural hospital and watched the lights of the ambulance disappear into the night.
+""Come and get some sleep,"" the doctor encouraged. ""I will take you home in the morning and explain what happened."" They walked inside the now empty, save for the night nurse, building and Melody went back to the room where her daughter had lain still wondering if she had done the right thing and worrying about the fallout for her husband with the council.
+""The story is true. I have been concerned. The fault will be mine alone,"" The doctor smiled. ""Can I get you something to help you sleep?""
+""No thank you I don't like taking any medication these days,"" Melody laughed thinking of the days she would have jumped at the offer.
+* * * *
+Lisbeth or Bliss as her grandparents had named her now sat on a lounge on the front deck of their yacht enjoying the smells of the ocean and the spray that sometimes rode on the wind up to mist over her. The revelation that her grandparents were wealthy was nothing compared to the voice and music of her grandmother that pumped through her ears via a player and earphones.
+While not exactly backwards at the commune like their Amish brethren they were not encouraged to use or interact with the limited technology they had there particularly the girls of the commune. In the last few weeks, she had discovered computers and tablets and Android phones and a wealth of music that did not sing the praise of God. Strangest of all she found that Kasey was a famous singer. It was strange sort of music that interspersed singing with the warbling voice of a yodeller. Some she admitted wasn't so bad, and she sang along as the music pumped into her ears.
+""Yodelay he yodeloh oh;
+You rock my world
+Yodelay he yodeloh oh
+When I grow up, I wanna be your girl.""
+""You've got quite a voice,"" Eric, her grandfather interrupted her thoughts. ""When you said you liked to sing you made it sound like a pleasant pastime like singing in the shower or the car.""
+""I've only ever sung in the Assemblies with the choir. I did get a couple of solos, though,"" she smiled. ""I love singing more than most anything,"" she admitted.
+""I have an idea, let's find Kasey,"" Eric said and held out his hand to her. Since her arrival in their lives Bliss as they called her had brought both his wife and himself nothing but Joy. The sheer look of wonder and gratitude as she discovered all the things they took for granted in their everyday lives for the first time. If singing was what made her happy, then he would give her every opportunity to explore that talent.
+They wandered into the cabin and found Kasey thumbing through a collection of sheet music with her guitar by her side. Looking up as her husband led her granddaughter into the room she couldn't help but smile. The relationship that was quickly growing between them was more than she could have expected. Melody had told the girl nothing of her grandparents and without the baggage of past wrongs and guilt to weigh her down Kasey was making the most of every moment they shared.
+""I have a surprise for you, Darling,"" Eric smiled and went to the stereo in the corner and pulled out a keyboard. ""This girl said she liked to sing, but she never told us how good she was. Listen to this,"" he said and typed a few keys then played an instrumental track of the song she had just been singing along with. Lisbeth immediate got stage fright as her grandmother looked at her expectantly.
+""I can't sing your song,"" Lisbeth said quietly dropping her head in embarrassment. ""I was just singing along to the music on my player. I'm sorry."" She blushed deeply.
+""Nonsense we can sing it together,"" Kasey encouraged picking up the tune as it got to the chorus.
+""Yodelay he yodeloh oh;
+You rock my world
+Yodelay he yodeloh oh
+When I grow up, I wanna be your girl.""
+She continued to sing lifting Lisbeth's chin and smiling encouraging as the next verse started.  
+""When I grow up I want a cowboy
+With dust all over his jeans
+With a horse named Jack
+And a ten-gallon hat
+He is nice but looks so mean.""
+Lisbeth joined in tentatively at first but seeing Kasey's reaction of happy surprise she began to enjoy singing and harmonising with her. By the time, the song finished she had found she was disappointed that it was over.
+""I think we found your duet partner for the awards night,"" Eric said cheerfully, ""You two sound like you were meant to sing together.""
+""Oh Honey! Yes! Yes, yes, yes! How clever you are,"" Kasey said excitedly. ""Bliss baby we are going to be spectacular! We'll need a new song and we'll have to head back as soon as possible to go and see Collette about costumes. There is so much to do!"" She went to pick up her phone and begin making calls when Eric brought her back to reality.
+""Darling, slow down, we have plenty of time it's not for another month or so,"" Eric soothed.
+""Exactly we need two or three months to pull this together, and we only have a month to do it in,"" Kasey exclaimed.
+""Let's get out of the way of the hurricane,"" Eric laughed and pulled Lisbeth over toward where he stood. ""Let's get you some more music to listen to and see if you can pick up a few more tips from the master over there, while I go and talk to the captain about our change in plans.
+From that moment on Lisbeth was swept up into other people's plans. She couldn't remember agreeing to sing with her grandmother in public. She certainly never agreed to change her look or the style of clothes she liked to wear now, not that she had a style exactly. She loved jeans and soft cotton blouses and after being made to change into a variety of glittering gowns that seemed to cling and slide over her body she finally spoke up, al-be-it quietly.
+""Kasey, can't I just wear my jeans? I'm not comfortable in this,"" she admitted picking at the silver sequins of the dress she wore. She had thought she would love all the new clothes and new experiences, and she did to a point. She liked the freedom of the shorter skirts or jeans and thin blouses and even the soft T-shirts, but she also felt very exposed, more so than she thought she would have. New foods and new experiences every day kept her feeling off balance and overwhelmed. She was enjoying the life she really had nothing to complain about but it always seemed in the darkness of the early morning hours that something was missing.
+She wondered what her mother had said to the council about her sudden departure to a city hospital as was the cover story, and why she had said she hadn't gone with her. She wondered how long she could stay away before being deemed a runaway and excommunicated. Most of all she wished she knew what Gabriel had thought and done when he heard the news. She wondered if he waited in the vain hope she would return. She couldn't imagine returning in the near future. She still had so much to see and do and learn. Guilt swept over her again as she remembered the promise she had made to her mother about returning to the commune.
+Sitting up as the thoughts tumbled in her head keeping sleep from her tired eyes she turned on the music that she had been listening to night and day since her grandparents had decided that she should sing at an even with her grandmother. She let the music lull her into slumber as she sang along letting the words and melody overtake her thoughts.
+It seemed like she had been asleep mere minutes when her alarm went off heralding the start to another rigorous day. Groaning she slid from the crisp white sheets and padded softly to the bathroom. She looked into the mirror with bleary eyes and tried to recognise the girl there as the girl she had been less than a month before. Her hair although still long now had unnaturally bright highlights that even if she had lived on the beach for a year never would have come to her hair unbidden. It was also straightened to lifelessness and even in her sleep tussled state it hung perfectly down her back.
+She smiled at the thought of having to hide wisps of hair that escaped her braids as a child. The impulsive, ragamuffin who always seemed to find trouble and leave mayhem and chaos in her wake was gone. In this world, her inappropriate need to touch others was welcome. Her joy over small pleasures didn't have to be hidden in case she was seen as being overemotional or spoilt. No one judged her here in this world. She could do as she pleased within reason, ask for anything and receive it.
+She stepped into the hot shower and scrubbed herself down again. It didn't matter how many times she showered in a day now she never felt clean of the perfumes and potions her grandmother insisted the stylists use on her. She could hear rustling in her room as she turned the water off and grabbed a towel. Sighing she wrapped the towel around herself and went to sit in the chair of torture.
+Once her hair and makeup were done, she went down to breakfast. Her diet was supervised and while she was never denied anything she wished when she put two pancakes on her plate rather than just one a small click of the tongue and flippant comment would come from Kasey.
+""Gosh I wish I could eat like that but if I ate pancakes every morning I would be as big as a house,"" she would look meaningfully at Lisbeth.
+""Don't be silly Darling,"" Eric would chime in. ""You are just as beautiful as the day I met you and she is so young she needs the energy.""
+""Bad habits are hard to break,"" she would maintain her stance and Lisbeth would choose to eat the fruit and yoghurt that her grandmother favoured.
+After breakfast, she had a guitar and voice lesson with a music coach. This was her favourite time of the day. She loved music and would endure all of grandmother's passive aggressive behaviours for the mornings spent with David. He made the music fun, and she quickly picked up the basic cords of some of the more well-known country songs. At the end of each lesson, she would strum along as she went through vocal exercises and honed her natural talent as a singer.
+The afternoons she spent with her grandparents in practise and preparation for the event. The costume seemed the hardest obstacle to overcome. It seemed the outfits that were most flattering to Kasey did nothing for her or her complexion and vice versa. She overheard the wardrobe mistress with the makeup artist once complaining about temperamental has been artists trying to reclaim their youth through their children, and she felt sorry for Kasey, who she had never considered as old or has been. She had never known her when she was a rising star, so she had just assumed that she had always been this famous and universally adored by all.
+She began to look more closely at the relationships her grandparents had with the people who constantly surrounded them. There was no doubt they loved each other which was evident in how they spoke to each other and how they touch constantly. A gentle but reassuring hand on the shoulder or back told of their closeness. It was their relationships with the others in their world that surprised her when she looked at them critically. These people were employees, staff, they neither loved nor hated Eric or Kasey, they were indifferent at best and complained often about Kasey's demanding nature.
+Eric and Kasey lived in an isolated bubble for two and as much as they tried to bring her into their world and their bubble she had to admit she was different. She had grown up in a place where no one was isolated if anything the bubbles that people lived in overlapped too much. Everyone knew everyone else's business. There were few secrets in the commune and those that were kept by the council everyone knew about anyway. There was no chance of social isolation there but also no confusion about who you were and where you belonged. People may not have always got along but if there was a need everyone would help regards of their personal feelings. She wondered who would come to help Kasey and Eric if a disaster befell them.
+Each day Lisbeth watched as Kasey seemed to alienate the very people who could and she thought would be her friends if she just took a little more time to talk to them instead of treating them as the hired help they were. As if to make up for her grandmother's lack of regard for them Lisbeth put in an extra effort with everyone, learning names, asking about their lives and loved ones. It didn't take long for the people who worked for them to begin to smile when she entered the room and offer to do little things for her that were generally outside the scope of their jobs.
+The closer it came to the event in which they were to sing the tenser Kasey became, snapping at everyone including Lisbeth. Eric came to the rescue where the costumes were concerned bringing up old video clips of well-known duets where the women did not wear matching clothes just complimentary colours. With the costumes decided upon the final song list had to be agreed upon including their duet.
+With time being so short, Eric suggested she practise two songs only, and Kasey could choose which she wanted to perform. He mediated between the two of them at every turn when Kasey's demands threatened to overwhelm Lisbeth. On one particular day when nothing Lisbeth did seemed to be right Eric seemed to reach breaking point himself.
+""Bliss, could you go and see David I think he has a surprise for you?"" He asked in measured tones as if holding something back.
+""We are in the middle of something here!"" Kasey yelled at him. ""No, she can't go and see David until she gets this right!""
+""She can and she will,"" Eric voice became stern and brooked no further argument. ""Could you all give us a moment, please?""
+Lisbeth was one of the last to leave as the people in the room hurried out of t door. As it shut, she could hear the argument that had begun.
+""Do ou want her to run away too? Can't you see that you are pushing her too hard? She has no experience, and you are treating her like some seasoned backup singer!"" Eric's voice seemed to be rising in volume with each sentence.
+""Come on sweetie, you don't need to hear that,"" Kasey's assistant wrapped an arm around her shoulder a guided her away from the room to where David sat with the other members of the backing band. Tuning a guitar made from dark wood than usual with lighter coloured wood inlaid in a pattern she couldn't quite make out while his hands draped in front of it.
+""Hey there sweetness, I thought you andKasey were practising with the backing track,"" David smiled as the two women approached.
+""We were, but I was messing up, so we are taking a break. Eric said you had something for me?"" Lisbeth tried to smile, but her thoughts worried at the argument she had heard. He looked inquisitively at the woman beside hr who nodded pulling a face and rolling her eyes heavenward.
+""Sure do,"" He said happily. ""Come over here and take a seat."" He moved from the bar stool he had been seated on to tune the guitar. ""Now hold this,"" he held out the guitar to her. ""That's perfect,"" he watched her critically as she found the finger holds to strum a few basic chords.
+""It's beautiful,"" she said softly enjoying the feel of it in her hands. ""It seems smaller than the one Eric gave I am sure Kasey will love it. She often says the one she holds feels too big and heavy.""
+""It's not for Kasey, it's yours,"" David chuckled. ""Its got your name on it.""
+""It's for me?"" Lisbeth pulled it away from her body and looked at it properly. The inlaid lighter wood on the front depicted the stylised form of an angel and the word Bliss written in a decorative script. ""It's so beautiful,"" she said her amazement at receiving such a gift evident in her voice.
+""Kasey's old guitar was fine to learn on, but you need your own if you are going to appear on stage with her,"" David explained. ""A buddy of mine made this for you. In record time I might add,"" he chuckled again.
+Lisbeth slid from the chair and hugged him tightly before thinking about what she was doing. ""Thank you so much! I can't believe you did this for me. I am just a girl from the country I am not a star like Kasey!"" She shook her head as she left the embrace. ""I'm sorry,"" she murmured. I didn't mean to...""
+""Hug me? Sweetness you can hug me anytime you want,"" he continued to chuckle. ""In fact you could hug anyone in the band that they would think themselves lucky."" There was a murmur of affirmation, and she turned to look at them all blushing slightly with embarrassment. ""Slow down there fella's the cue starts here."" David joked.
+""I grew up in a pretty strict place. I guess I am just not used to the freedom to do stuff like that yet,"" she said softly to deter and further shows of affection. She wasn't sure why had explained but felt it necessary. She had always been the one to go to far, but here she was seen as a conservative young woman. She hadn't realised how hard it would be to adjust to life outside the commune.
+* * * *
+""I wish to go and see the world and seek out Lisbeth Firestone. If she is beyond help, I will be there for her, and if she is recovering well I will bring her home,"" Gabriel said in a strong voice as he stood before the council. ""It is my right as a man of this Assembly.""
+""And if she has been tainted or ruined by the outside world?"" The pastor asked.
+""Then we will know the answer to that question, and I will return to my family. I must know I'm heartsick at the thought of her being beyond help and alone in a strange city,"" Gabriel said earnestly. ""I will take letters from her parents and friends, if sh is able she will return with me.""
+""You are among the best of us. We cannot risk you to the outside world. I vote no,"" Councillor Goodman said without sympathy.
+""I have four strong sons who are equally skilled. We can spare Gabriel for this time and take up the slack left by his absence,"" Frances stepped forward.
+""We do not help our community by alienating this young man. Each of us was young once and filled with the ardour of first love,"" another Councillor smiled. ""I say yes.""
+The vote went on with each man saying their piece before voting.
+* * * *
+The days that followed the argument had been different with Kasey being less demanding and slower to become angry about the details that didn't match her wishes exactly. Lisbeth worked hard and practised continually to try and be all the things Kasey needed her to be. Her grandmother seemed to become more aloof though and aside of staged rehearsal barely spent any time with Lisbeth.
+She harmonised easily and even when Kasey changed something mid-song was able to adjust seamlessly so as not to cause any further rift between her grandparents. It seemed she walked on eggshells now, and all the enjoyment she had found in music and singing seemed to drain from her as she became tense anytime she went near her grandmother. Even Eric's constant present seemed to disappear from her life, and she ate meals with the staff at the house or with the band members. She had never felt so distant from everything that was going on around her.
+She began to feel homesick. Not so much for the place itself because she had never felt like she had belonged there as the others did but for her friends and family, and the knowledge that they believed she belonged there and with them. She knew she had a place in that community and though she may not have wanted or liked it at the time, she realised that she had belonged in a way shouldn't fathom until now and she had a man who had loved her for exactly who she as. She tried not to think about Gabriel, and who he was now courting, it hurt too much coupled with the homesickness and she felt caught between the two worlds feeling like she couldn't live happily in either of them now.
+The final dress rehearsal had gone well Lisbeth thought, but Kasey mood had soured as the day went on. Even the magic little white pills that Eric seemed to feed her often were not helping the stress that seemed to radiate from the woman. Lisbeth knew now that this would be her first and last appearance with Kasey, she wasn't sure what she would do after it was over, but this world of stardom was not what she wanted. She missed choir and singing as part of a group. Maybe she could go to the Assembly in Miles and beg Pastor Phillip for a place there. She shook her head knowing that was unlikely. She had no desire to return to a dormitory for young women.
+Keeping her thoughts firmly on what she would do after this was over, she went through the motions of what she had to do to prepare for the evening ahead. She barely recognised herself when she looked I the mirror and it saddened her to think she had changed so much. She found the realisation that she had traded one cage for another and the freedom she yearned for had never been hers hard to take.
+She had walked the red carpet with David several steps behind her grandparents who stopped often for photographs and autographs. No one knew who she was nor did they seem to care as she stood patiently time after time again to wait for Kasey to have her moments in the spotlight. Once they got inside the theatre was filled ith row upon row of celebrities who paid little attention to who arrived. They made their way to their seats. Lisbeth couldn't help but look at the amazing gowns and suits that the other people wore and she suddenly felt self-conscious amongst these glamorous people.
+The evening went in a blur of performances and applause for awards. It seemed no time at all before her grandmother was called onto the stage to be inducted into the Country Music Hall of Fame, with a Lifetime Achievement Award. Her short speech became longer than expected as she thanked a myriad of people and final at the end she thanked her husband and dedicated the song she was about to sing to him. Lisbeth waited for Kasey to call her up to the stage and became increasingly nervous a he watched her move to where her band was already set up and take up a microphone.
+""This was my very first song to be played by country music stations around the country. I'm afraid it's been far too long for me to be able to sing it like I did back then so I would like to invite someone very dear to me to come on up to the stage to sing with me. Could you all welcome to the stage my granddaughter, Bliss.""
+She stood from her seat and the spotlight immediate shone into her eyes almost blinding her. As she had rehearsed, she looked ahead of her at the ground and walked carefully knowing that to trip would be one of the biggest blunders and would infuriate the woman she was trying so hard to please.
+""This is her first ever performance, so please make her welcome,"" Kasey reiterated as she finally went up the steps to stand on the stage beside Kasey. A microphone and stand were brought out and placed before her, and she stood like a deer in headlights looking out over a sea of faces. Taking a deep breath, she blocked out everything but the band listening for her cues.
+""Walk in the country with me
+Watch the sun sinkin' down on the trees
+It's gonna do us some good
+To get back down to the wood
+Take a little walk in the country with me.""
+The applause a the end of the song was deafening, and they exited the stage arm in arm.
+""That was amazing, can you hear that applause?"" Kasey bubbled at Lisbeth. ""What am I saying, of course, you can, it's deafening!"" They were guided to a publicity area for photos and questions and the rest of the night went in a blur for Lisbeth, who along with Kasey never made it back to their seats.
+She was handed glasses of champagne that she sipped at not liking the bitter liquid and hoping for a coke or even water at that stage. She became so thirsty that she ended up drinking the champagne that seemed to be in abundance backstage. Lisbeth had never felt so relaxed and by the time David found her she was giggling helplessly as a man chatted to her about how wonderful she had looked on stage and was troking her ribs as he stood with an arm around her.  
+""Having a good time?"" David asked in a disapproving voice.
+""Sure but I could use some water this stuff tastes dreadful,"" she held up the empty glass in her hand.
+""How many of those have you had?"" he asked taking the empty glass from her.
+""One or two, I am so thirsty. Any chance of a coke, instead?"" she asked hopefully her words slurring as she spoke.
+""How about I take you out for something to eat before you do something that makes Kasey mad enough to fire us both,"" David looked around for Eric or Kasey. ""Come on superstar lets let them know we are leaving.""
+""Oh I don't want to leave yet, I am happy to wait for them,"" Lisbeth said as she staggered slightly toward him.
+""Yeah let her stay,"" the man she had been talking to intervened tryng to keep his arm firmly around the staggering girls waist.
+""Two words for you mate, jail bait,"" David said and pulled Lisbeth in the direction of Eric. ""It was a lie, but you could never tell these days and she was only nineteen.
+""Eric, I've gotta take Bliss home, some idiots been feeding her glasses of champagne she is pretty drunk already, and we don't want her throwing up on Kasey,"" David gave a small chuckle making light of the situation.
+""Get the driver to take you home and then come back for us later. Alice will be there to let you in,"" he spoke of their long term housekeeper who maintained their country house with her husband.
+""You got it,"" David said and walked with Lisbeth toward the backstage exit. Thinking they were lucky to have gotten out of the theatre unnoticed he made his way to the car tapping on the driver's window to alert him to their presence. ""Home James,"" David chuckled and pushed Lisbeth into the back of the car. ""Go through the Macca's drive through on the too she's gonna need a burger and a coke too."" He shook his head.
+""She better not throw up in the car,"" the driver grumbled.
+""Better grab an extra bag at the drive thru then,"" David replied without humour.
+""Shit,"" the driver peeled away from the parking lot eager to get the girl home and out of his car.
+The ride home was rapid, and David half walked, half carried the now tired and unsteady girl into the house only to be accosted by a tall, muscular young man.
+""What did you do to her?"" Gabriel demanded.
+""Look, mate, I dunno who you are but you had better back off right now,"" David said warily. ""Melody?"" he asked as her mother came from behind the young man to gather her daughter into her arms.
+""Mother, I'm so glad you're here. I thought I saw Gabriel too. This is a lovely dream. I wish I could go home but I can't,"" she said sadly. ""I miss you more than I thought I would and him too. It's shame this is a dream I would like to tell you that.""
+""I miss you too,"" Melody said softly turning her towards the living room. ""David play nice with Lisbeth's fiance,"" she said meaningfully.
+""Pffft, I am aways nice that's how I end up in these messes,"" David complained and followed her into the living room. ""What are you doing here anyway? You should have come to the award ceremony Kasey would have loved having you there.""
+""She wouldn't have even known I was there. It's always about her. Where was she while Liss was getting wasted?"" Melody shook her head. ""Don't tell me, agents and press, lining up her next big comeback on the back of my girl's talent. I saw the televised version. What was Daddy thinking letting that happen?""
+""It was Eric's idea. He heard me singing along to the pony song,"" Lisbeth said sleepily as she sat on the couch and then lay down stretching out along its surface.
+""Look I've gotta get back since you're here to look after her. Just don't leave before we return,"" David said. ""Promise me Melody. Not like last time, I don't think Eric could take that.""
+""Where would I go with Lisbeth in that state,"" Melody said angrily, guilt and worry welling up to amplify the feeling. David shrugged and left hoping that she meant it.
+""We should go home. I wish I could come home Mother, really I do,"" Lisbeth said in a whispered voice. ""I just don't think I could watch Gabriel married to someone else. I didn't give Margaret the promise ring though see,"" she held up her hand. ""This one is mine forever.""
+""Gabriel hasn't married anyone else,"" Melody said softly smoothing her hair from her face.
+""He'll have to eventually, Margret said she would do a better job than Selina if I came back,"" Lisbeth whispered sadly.
+""That's why you came here?"" Gabriel seemed stunned.
+""I forgot you were in this dream,"" Lisbeth smiled lifting her head slightly to look at him. ""I love you, you know, but I would have made a dreadful wife if I hadn't seen the outside world just once."" Her voice was drifting away as she spoke. ""It's not like I thought it would be. I just swapped cages is all.""
+""Sleep now Liss,"" Melody began humming a tune she hadn't sung since her children had grown up and she stroke her daughters hair watching her breathing deepen into sleep. Frances stepped out of the shadows and rested his hand on his sons back.
+""Let's get some rest now that you know she is safe. Let Melody deal with the situation as she sees best and you can talk to Lisbeth in the morning about how much she loves you and you her."" Frances said with a grin, feeling for Melody and the complicated situation she was in now.
+""We will stay close enough to hear you should you need assistance,"" Gabriel said, and though reluctant to leave her side he did as his father said and moved to the other end of the large room and stretched out on the floor with a cushion under his head.
+In the small hours of the morning, the two women had gone up to Lisbeth's room to clean up and sleep in a comfortable bed before Eric and Kasey came home. Regardless of the news that her daughter and a strange young man were at their house Kasey had been too invested in reigniting her career to pass up the opportunities the night had given her. Eric too had been busy promoting his wife's cause. While he still sat as a member of several prestigious boards of hospitals and other businesses he had become his wife's manager after the death of their son and was determined to stop the disintegration of the one person left in his life that he truly loved.
+The sun had risen before Eric and Kasey returned. They seemed unconcerned about the men in their kitchen, and Eric helped himself to coffee as Kasey went up to bed without even acknowledging them. Eric took a seat at the bench where the housekeeper had prepared cold breakfast platters and looked at the two men.
+""I'm Eric, and this is my home, and you are?"" He inquired in an even voice.
+""Frances Blackman and my son Gabriel,"" the older man held out his hand. Eric looked at it for a long moment before taking it.
+""I'm sorry you have come all this way only to be disappointed. Bliss won't be returning to that place with you,"" Eric said confidently. ""She is happy here. She has everything she could want for and more.""
+""She didn't seem very happy when I spoke to her last night,"" Gabriel said darkly.
+""It was her first big event; she will get used to them. We have plans for an album and a concert tour,"" Eric said. ""She loves to sing more than anything just like Kasey.""
+""She loves me,"" Gabriel answered as if that trumped anything the man had said. ""We are getting married as soon as she returns home.""
+""Well then my friend, I hope you are a patient man because she is not going anywhere with you for some time,"" Eric said easily but with less confidence. ""It's strange that she never mentioned you to us, or spoke of the place you live. I mean if she loves you, you would think she might have mentioned you at least once in all this time.""
+""Let's wait and see what she says when she wakes,"" Frances intervened between the two men that obviously loved Lisbeth in their own ways. ""We would not force her against her will to return with as I am sure you would not force her to stay,"" he said meaningfully.
+""If you will excuse me, gentlemen,"" I need to check on my wife,"" Eric said and left the room without another word. Being uncomfortable in the large silent house Gabriel and Frances went out to walk around the extensive grounds enjoying the mild spring sunshine.
+Lisbeth woke up with her head feeling heavy; she felt very unwell, and she rolled on her side remembering fragments of the strange dream from the night before. Her eyes widened as she looked into the face of her mother who stirred at her movements.
+""Good morning, Liss? How are you feeling?"" Melody asked her voice heavy with sleep.
+""Like I've bumped my head again,"" Lisbeth admitted.
+""Good, it will remind you not to drink alcohol again,"" Melody said without sympathy. ""Water will help there is a glass beside your bed.""
+""I had a dream last night that you came, and Gabriel and Frances were here too, but they wouldn't leave the Assembly, would they?"" Lisbeth asked trying to clear her foggy mind as she sat up to drink the water.
+""Gabriel asked the council for leave to come and find you, thinking you were still in the hospital. Frances and I have accompanied him on his first journey because there are no assemblies in this part of the country on which he could rely."" She paused as Lisbeth took in her words.
+""It wasn't a dream?"" Lisbeth gasped, she felt sick with shame at having acted the way she had in front of him. ""He came to ask for a release from him promise,"" Liss said sadly. ""Not that I blame him especially after he saw me last night.""
+""He loves you, Liss, he came to honour his promise to you,"" Melody said gently. ""We came to take you home.""
+""Home?"" She seemed confused. ""But Margaret and Selina... I can't go home, and now he knows the truth about where I have been instead of in a hospital bed. He knows it was all a lie. I can't face him, Mother! I can't bear to see the disappointment when he looks at me.""
+""He has come a very long way to see you, Liss. You need to let him speak his mind. You owe him that much,"" Melody said suddenly serious. ""Get up and have a shower, you will feel better for it.""
+The women showered and changed before going downstairs. Lisbeth took her time choosing the right outfit and settled on a long flowing dress that was soft and light but still demure enough not to upset their sense of how a woman should look in public. Her mother cast aside any of her concerns and doubt as she pushed her to go down to the kitchen and have some food to settle her stomach.
+""Liss,"" she paused just before they left the room, ""You haven't been dating other boys have you? I mean if you have slept with anyone..."" She stopped speaking at the look of horror on her daughters face.
+""I haven't even kissed anyone, Eric and Kasey have kept me so busy with preparing for this event I haven't spent time with anyone but David,"" Lisbeth said quickly horrified that her mother would think such a thing about her.
+""I had to ask,"" Melody apologised. Relief flowed through her, after seeing Lisbeth drunk last night she hadn't been sure what other things she had been doing here. The women went down to the kitchen and found Alice cleaning and preparing lunch. She made them a snack and told them that the two gentlemen had gone to walk the grounds.
+It was Lisbeth's turn to feel relief. She was anxious about seeing Gabriel and the fragments she remembered from the night before told her she owed him an apology. The food and cool water settled her stomach, and the last of her headache faded away. Physically she felt better but when Melody suggested they go for a walk to find Gabriel and Frances, her stomach twisted once again with nerves.
+They had only walked a short distance from the house when they saw them in the distance. Lisbeth noted how evenly their strides matched. The taller form of Gabriel keeping time with his father, both of them solidly muscled men. Even as her pace slowed his seemed to quicken and they met under a corpse of Jacaranda trees, the grass appearing like a carpet of brilliant lavender.
+""I'm sorry,"" she said as soon as he was close enough to hear her quiet voice.
+""Why?"" he asked confusion clear on his face as he worried she had not meant the words she had said the night before.
+""I found this wonderful old tree just down the track I was hoping you could help me identify it,"" Frances said to Melody, and the two of them faded from the lavender carpet to a good distance away leaving the two young people to talk openly and honestly with each other.
+""Why are you sorry Liss?"" Gabriel asked again.
+""I'm sorry I lied about where I was. I am sorry I didn't come straight back to honour the promise we made. I am sorry you had to come all this way to find me,"" the words spilled from her mouth.
+""If you meant what you said last I am not sorry about any of it?"" Gabriel said closing the gap between them.
+""I was so tired and unwell I am not sure I remember everything properly,"" Lisbeth admitted.
+""You said you loved me,"" he said softly his small smile radiating the hope he felt that everything would return to the way it should be. ""You said you needed to see the world outside our home before you could be a good wife for me. You said you wanted to come home."" He touched her face where the large bruise had faded away. ""I am sorry Selina did that to you, and I am sorry Margaret threatened you, but you won't have to worry about their interference again. I promise."" She reached up and placed a hand over his where it touched her face amazed that he would touch her so willingly here in this place.
+""I am not sure I could ever be the wife you want or deserve,"" Lisbeth admitted.
+""You are perfect for me in every way possible."" His hand curled around her waist, and he pulled her to him. She felt the hard muscled body against her and looked up her eyes shining at how easy he made it for her to love him. His head descended, and he kissed her then hard and fiercely. ""Come home with me Liss, we can be so happy there if you just trust that I know you and love you just the way you are. Marry me.""
+""Yes,"" she whispered and kissed him wrapping her arms around his neck and holding to him tightly. She didn't care what the cage looked like if it felt like this. She could be on the moon and be happy kissing this man.
+""I don't want to wait,"" he said seriously. ""Let's find a pastor here, today.""
+""Can we do that? What about your family?"" Lisbeth was startled.
+""My father is here to witness it, and your mother,"" he said enthusiastically. ""Marry me now, here today, under this tree! I don't want to let you go again. We deserve the wedding night we planned so long ago. I don't want to wait anymore. We can do it again when we return home if you want.""
+""Yes,"" she finally said after trying to think of a reason not to and coming up with nothing. It was easy to be caught up at the moment, and she let herself be carried away on the wings of love and the feeling of belonging she had in his arms.
+Frances and Melody seemed surprised by their announcement but did not try to dissuade them from the idea and as they walked back up to the house. Melody knew her mother would be the one to cause problems if she was awake and prayed that she had decided to stay in bed all day. It was not to be, though.
+Kasey had ranted and raved about her career just starting to take off again and the duet they had planned to record with Lisbeth. She had moaned that once again everyone was letting her down, and she wouldn't allow it after everything she had done for the girl.
+""What have you done for her mother?"" Melody cut through the tantrum viciously. ""Did you even once ask her if she wanted to b on stage last night? Did you ask her if she wanted to wear that ludicrous dress that made her look ten years older? Did you even once treat her as anything but a backup singer?"" She shook her head disgustedly. ""Don't bother answering I know the answer, I goddamn lived the answer to that question.""
+""She said we loved to sing more that almost anything,"" Eric said calmly.
+""I was singing along to a player, I had no idea about all of this at the time,"" Lisbeth broke her silence. ""I just wanted to see the world and experience new things and get to know you, but I spent more time getting to know David and Alice and the others than I did with either of you. I've been so lonely here, and I want to go home.""
+""Stay a few days just record the duet with me, I promise I will be better. We can go shopping and spend some time together in between the recording,"" Kasey could see her comeback dissipating before her eyes.
+""I've made Gabriel wait long enough. I'm getting married today, and I would really like it if you could be happy for me and even be there at the ceremony,"" Lisbeth said, ""I'm sorry Kasey but I don't want to be a backup singer or a superstar like you.""
+""Please Bliss Baby, just the duet and I won't ask another thing,"" Kasey's voice took on a pleading tone. ""Then you can go back to that compound and never see me again.""
+""It's not a prison Kasey, we protect our young ones, but the older married women can go to the town to sell their candles and lace. If you really want this why don't you get Daddy to build you a recording studio there, I am sure Lisbeth would be happy to visit you and sing now and then,"" Melody had begun to feel sorry for her mother. She looked so much older, and the light in her eyes had diminished over the course of the conversation as if she was dying inside.
+Lisbeth was stunned. The freedom she craved was there all along. How had she not known that? She knew that some of the women went into the town, but the majority did not, and she had never questioned why that was, thinking that they had special privilege as being part of the council or some such. It had never occurred to her that most of the women, her mother included would choose to stay closer to home.
+""You never told us that we could see you there,"" Eric sounded stunned. All this time and he had thought of her being held by the commune unable to leave even if she wished to. The fact that she could and didn't, meant that what she had said the last time she saw them was true. She did not need or want her parents in her life.
+""There was no point. This is different, and there is very little I wouldn't do to ensure my children's happiness,"" Melody said stiffly.
+""Were we so very bad?"" he asked sadly.
+""Worse,"" Melody said unemotionally. ""And I can't believe I let you do it to my daughter.""
+""Get married here then, tonight. I will organise everything. Let me make it up to you Bliss. It will be wonderful. I never got to go to your mother's wedding give me this much at least,"" she reached for her phone even as she spoke.
+""You will just make it all about you, let her go and find a celebrant and have a nice quiet ceremony,"" Melody sighed.
+""I won't. I am trying to say sorry the only way I know how. Let me do this much for you, Bliss, please,"" Kasey's voice took on a pleading tone.
+""It would be nice to be married under the Jacarandas at sunset,"" Gabriel could see the heavy rift in the family and the pain it brought them all and he felt for each of the three women and Eric.
+""That's perfect!"" Kasey jumped on his apparent agreement. ""Why don't you all go and enjoy some lunch and I will make it happen. It will be beautiful."" Kasey went and closed herself in the home office and began calling in every favour she had.
+Within an hour, vans started arriving and Eric disappeared to help his wife while the four men and women sat on the back deck watching with some trepidation. By mid-afternoon, there was such a hive of industriousness occurring on the grounds that Gabriel and Lisbeth became quite overwhelmed.
+Kasey appeared at the rear door and ushered them inside and to their room upstairs to dress for the event. She presented Lisbeth a simple but beautifully crafted wedding dress and a pale pink gown for her mother. Two girls did their make-up and hair. Similarly, the men were treated to new suits that they chose from a rack ranging in sizes close to their own and a barber shaved them and cut their hair.  
+In the cool of the late afternoon, Eric walked Lisbeth and Melody down to the corpse of flowering purple trees. Only the closest of Eric's and Kasey's staff were there at the intimate gathering. They sat in white chairs trimmed with pale pink and white satin ribbon and flowers and a celebrant stood at the end of the short aisle with Gabriel awaiting their arrival.
+It all seemed to go by in a blur for Lisbeth who stood and posed with Gabriel for photos under the purple flowered canopy of the trees looking radiant and happy. She was hugged and kissed by all the guests and they walked with their arms entwined to a small marquee where a small dinner awaited them and the band played as they danced their first dance together. It was magical and more than she had expected as Kasey sang Could I Have this Dance for them.
+As a final surprise, Kasey and Eric had set up a Yurt for them not far from the spot they had been married and filled it with all of the comforts of a bedroom including wash basins and jugs. Her mother had spoken to her about the first time she had sex, and she looked at all the sumptuous furnishings in despair not wanting to make a mess of any of them.
+Taking one of a myriad of towels, she smiled shyly and took Gabriels hand leading him out of the tent and through the trees to a spot on the purple carpet of flowers. Placing the towel on the ground, she stepped forward to him and kissed him nervously. His hands trembled on her waist as if he too was nervous.
+""You're so beautiful, Mrs Blackman,"" he murmured between kisses. He knew the last of the party had moved up to the house to give them some privacy, but he still looked around nervously before beginning to fumble with the buttons on the back of her dress. She turned so he could better see what he was doing but as she felt the dress loosen enough to drop past her shoulders and hips she turned back to him. She began to unbutton his shirt as he slipped the dress from her shoulders running his hands over her bare skin as her hand glided over his chest to shoulders parting his shirt and pushing I down his arms.
+Shrugging off the shirt, he stepped back and undid his pants as he marvelled at her body clad only is sheer lace bra and panties in the same starting white as her dress had been. He groaned and took her in his arms then kissing her as he eased her down onto the large towel.
+""I have wanted this for as long as I can remember he said smoothing one hand over her lace covered breast. They continued to kiss as together they removed her bra, and he leaned up to look at her now naked breasts. ""Amazing he whispered and bent his head to kiss each in turn before returning to her lips. The nervous excitement and adrenaline overcame any shyness they may have felt as the last of their underwear was pushed own their legs. He hovered over her and smiled as he manoeuvred between her legs and made gentle rocking motions in search of the spot to enter her. Passion had overtaken any fear for Lisbeth, and she widened her legs and lifted her hips to guide him into her. Finding his place he pushed gently finding the resistance of her hymen. He smiled and bent to kiss her gently as he thrust harder into her on each move until he was in her. She cried out and tensed below him.
+""Did I hurt you?"" he froze in place. He had been told she would cry the first time, but he hadn't known it could hurt her.
+""It's supposed to be like that the first time,"" she said through gritted teeth. ""Can we just take it slowly for a moment, please.""
+""Anything you want,"" he murmured groaning as he felt her muscles tighten around his cock.
+He moved in and out gently for a little while until his need became too much to bear and he began to quicken the pace. He was rewarded with her gasps of pleasure and the deepening of their kisses. He rose up above her slightly giving vent to his need and sawing in and out of her until he thought he could stand it no more and moaned loudly as his seed emptied into her. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled to his side keeping his softening cock lodged within her as long as possible. Eventually, he let her roll away from him to lay on her back beside him. His hands explored her body as she smiled dreamily up at him and let her eyes caress his body as his hands were doing to hers.
+""You're bleeding,"" he said in alarm.
+""That happens the first time. It will be different next time, and I will know what to expect,"" she giggled. ""Can we do it again now, please?""
+""Oh yes, again and again and again, I just need a small rest between those agains,"" he gave a small self-conscious laugh.
+""We could go back to the tent if you like, I won't bleed again I don't think,"" she suggested.
+""Anything you want,"" he smiled. ""It will always be anything you want."" He helped her to her feet and gathered their discarded clothes as she picked up the towel and folded it heading back towards the yurt with him following close behind. He loved the way her bottom swayed when she walked and felt that if she stayed naked he would follow her into hell itself.
+Discarding the towel she went to the wash basin and began to clean up as Gabriel laced up the opening of the canvas door. He smiled as he turned and saw her naked in the dim candle lit space. The light reflected off her curves in the most delicious of ways, and he could feel his cock already hardening again at the sight of her walking toward him. She gently wrapped a cool, wet cloth around his cock and began to clean the blood and come from it until he took it from her hand and threw it back into the basin. He then picked her up and carried her to the bed.
+""Rest time is over,"" he murmured into her ear, and he lay her on the bed pushing her legs up high and entering her unhindered. He watched her face and looked into her eyes as he thrust in and out of her at different angles. He wanted her to enjoy it as much as he did and he tried to remember all the advice that had been given to him. Her hands reached up to scratch down his rib cage to his ass, and he whispered, ""Oh fuck,"" in a long drawn out breath. He thrust into her hard and lost another load of come into her sweet body.
+He lay on his back breathing heavily and pulled her to him fitting her body into his ribs and wrapping his arms around her, content just to have her this close and feel her warm skin against his. This time, it was Lisbeth whose curious hands explored his body as they talked about returning home.
+""The Goodman have been asked to move to the sister Assembly in Miles. The only reason they haven't left yet is because the only witness to the things they have been accused of has not been there to testify,"" he rolled his eyes at her.
+""I thought with councillor Goodman having the pastors ear that they wouldn't believe me if I accuse his wife and daughter of such things,"" Lisbeth said quietly.
+""The pastor and the men of the council are good men. They know the truth of things that happen in our community. You have to trust that people there love you and want you to be happy,"" Gabriel kissed the top of her head.
+""I didn't understand a lot of things in the community. It's very closed off in the dormitory. One day we are children playing and having fun and the next we are locked up in a cell with so many restrictions we can hardly breathe. It's a wonder more girls don't try to leave."" She thought for a moment. ""Promise me that if we have a daughter you won't make me send her there, we can protect her and make sure she follows the rules.""
+""I can't promise to break the rules but..."" he forestalled her arguments. ""But I can promise to try and change the law. I am sure more than a few families feel the same way.""
+""You would do that? Try and change the law?"" She leaned up on her elbow to look at him and judge his sincerity.
+""Haven't I told you enough tonight, anything you want, my wife,"" he smiled as she craned her neck up to kiss him. She squirmed against his body and her hand trailed down to rest over his cock. ""If you're looking for round three I am not sure I have it in me tonight,"" he chuckled.
+""I've had some advice about that,"" she giggled and squirmed down his body.
+""What are you doing?"" he asked amused.
+""I want to see it grow. It's like magic isn't it. A little stroke here, a little kiss there,"" she kissed the tip remembering the words: suck it like a piece of honeycomb. She felt his cock jump in her hand, and she smiled. ""A little lick here and another kiss there,"" she heard him groan, and the soft flesh in her hand began to take form as the beast the older woman spoke about woke again. She placed her mouth over the fleshy head of his cock and sucked on it feeling his body tense and listening to the moans as it expanded even more under her ministrations.
+""Oh fuck,"" he groaned and began to move his hips as if wanting more and more of her sucking. She stroked the long shaft taking as much as she could into her mouth without gagging and played with the hairy sack that hung below his cock as she continued to suck on his cock. The urgency that came with the tightening of his balls hit him again, but he didn't want to come into her beautiful mouth so gritting his teeth he reached down and pulled her up to him rolling her to her back.
+""Two can play this game,"" he smirked and kissed down her body. He placed his hands on the inside of her thighs pushing them apart and looked for the first time at the mysteries of a woman. Unsure what to do or where to start he stroked his tongue up and down the surface of her vagina feeling in the large swelling above the opening he had already penetrated twice. He licked at it tentatively and was rewarded with a shudder and pleasurable noise so he continued.
+He found he enjoyed the taste of her, and as he lapped between the opening to her vagina and the swelling bud above it, she began to shake until her body arched and she cried out in pleasure. He breathing was ragged and as he continued she began to beg him to stop. Climbing her body he kissed her letting her taste herself.
+""I didn't hurt you did I?"" he asked anxiously his cock nudging at the entrance to her vagina again.
+""Oh no just the opposite that was amazing it's just that it got so sensitive after that big wave of pleasure passed,"" she explained cupping his shining face with one hand and kissing him again as he entered her.
+They fell into an exhausted sleep after the third time and woke only to begin exploring each other all over again. It was well past lunchtime when they heard the voice of Frances through the canvas flap of the yurt.
+""You'll have to eat sometime if you plan to keep that up,"" he chuckled. ""Get dressed and come up to the house, so we know you are still alive in there.""
+""Yes father,"" Lisbeth called out breathlessly making the man chuckle louder.
+""It will be good to have a spirited daughter in the house. Don't take too long or you will have Eric down here hauling you out of that marriage bed."" The chuckle got softer as he moved away.
+""Better make this quick then,"" Gabriel groaned and began to thrust into her again with a big smile.
+* * * *
+They had stayed with Eric and Kasey an extra to days to record the duet in thanks of the hastily put together wedding, sleeping happily in the yurt with no one around to hear them or bother them. Then they went home. Eric and Kasey had accompanied them to the town to look for a house they could turn into a studio or at least a piece of land they could build one.
+The four weary travelers walked back to the commune from the town and were greeted warmly by everyone except the Goodmans, who knew that their tenuous hold on their position within the community was at an end.
+A week later an official Assembly wedding was held for the happy couple, and the house that had been built for them by the community was officially blessed and given over to them. Lisbeth found that married life had opened all the doors she thought closed to her here. She went into the town once a week to see Kasey and Eric, who were staying to supervise the building of their new home and studio. She enjoyed keeping house for her husband, and they industriously worked at adding to the communities' population by trying to make babies.
+In the absence of the choir mistress who had moved with her sister's family to Miles Lisbeth and her mother took over the running of the small choir. She brought her guitar in, and they added a few new songs to the choir's repertoire.
+It was strange to think that she had to leave home to truly appreciate just how wonderful it was there, as Mrs Gabriel Blackman.
+* * * *
+ _Acknowledgements:_
+I would like to acknowledge that the lyrics used in this story come from the following songs:
+""Pony"" Kasey Chambers
+""Walk in the country"" Keith Urban
+""Could I have this Dance"" Ann Murray __"
+84,F6: Coffee and Cleavage,MagicaPractica,Chain Stories,2015-12-10,2015-12-10,2022-01-08 03:48:47,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f6-coffee-and-cleavage,Jason is captivated by a beautiful woman at the coffee shop.,"['Attraction', 'Bbw', 'Divorce', 'Erotic Couplings', 'Fawc', 'Mature', 'Romance', 'Widower']",4.49,"This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y C. Each item was used in the story. There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.
+The list for this story includes: Cleavage, Clerk, Cabbage, Carnival
+* * * *
+Jason walked into the coffee bar and over to the counter. ""Can I get a . . . "" He looked past the counter and saw her sitting at one of the tables, snuggled into a black leather coat with a plush lining and displaying the most magnificent cleavage he had seen in a long time. His attention was utterly arrested. _One of those._ He realized the clerk was waiting for his order and drew his thoughts back to the task at hand. ""Tall latte with an extra shot of espresso.""
+""So, that would be three shots of espresso. You don't want four?"" the woman behind the counter asked.
+""No, three should get me the four hours down the road without an incident of road rage. Four and I may not be so lucky."" He banged on the counter. ""Move that Volvo! You're going forty in a fifty-five!""
+He couldn't help looking over at her again. She looked up and their eyes met. He was blown away. The overwhelming desire to hear her voice left him speechless. She was sophisticated, beautiful . . . lovely, warm and soft . . . there weren't adjectives sufficient to explain what he was looking at. Her blond hair was sleek, her make-up expertly applied and when she smiled, he was dazzled. Then she simply looked back down at her e-reader.
+His phone rang and he automatically pulled it out to answer. ""Hi sweetheart, what do you need?""
+""Hi, Dad, the guy for the table called again. How far out are you?""
+He sighed. Demanding customers, but the guy was technically right. They had promised delivery by noon today and he was having to take the place of a delivery man who had food poisoning so he was late getting on the road. It was already ten o'clock. ""I'm just getting some coffee to keep me going. I'll be on the road in a few minutes. It's a four hour drive and if I push it I can be there in under that, so promise him two o'clock.""
+""Okay, just watch it with the coffee. You know it's bad for your blood pressure, right?""
+""I know I also need something to keep me awake, and my blood pressure is fine.""
+""Just . . . drive carefully, Dad. No speeding, company policy, you know. I love you.""
+He had to smile at her tone, she was his youngest. ""Love you, too sweetie.""
+He hung up and turned back to look for the woman at the table. She was gone. _Damn._ He paid for the latte and strode out of the coffee shop. He looked to the right up the street, then to the left but didn't see any sign of her. He sighed. _Aw, I'm being ridiculous, she was way too young and out of my league anyway. I'm a fifty-three year old man with a business to run. Better get on the road._
+* * * *
+Meanwhile, Madeline was sitting in her car preparing to head down the road. She had another arts council office to visit but she needed a minute to get her head together. She hadn't been immune to the man in the coffee shop.
+She had looked up and her eyes had traveled up his body. He had been tall and solid in jeans and a light blue shirt with his name embroidered over the pocket, Jason. The shirt was tucked in and the sleeves rolled up. He had a thick shock of dark hair, streaked with gray, but his face was lean and strong. _Lovely eyes._ They'd been a crystal blue. He was older than her by a few years, she was only forty, but but he looked vital and strong. His forearms had sent a shiver over her entire body. The attraction had been instantaneous, she'd thought for him too.
+Then he'd answered the phone and she heard him talking to a woman. He'd called her sweetheart. ""I don't play those kinds of games,"" she said aloud to the empty car. It had been nine months since her divorce and she hadn't been on a date since. Well, that needed to stop. ""Tonight. I will sign up on a dating web site tonight. I promise myself."" She turned the key in the ignition and set off.
+* * * *
+Jason had delivered the table and was on his way back to the home office with the truck when he saw a woman by the side of the road, changing her tire. She was kneeling on the far side of the car, working with the tire iron, but he couldn't drive by without checking if she needed help.
+""Perks of being the boss, they can just wait on me.""
+He signaled and pulled over in front of the car then got out and walked back. When he got to the front of the car he stopped, didn't want to startle her. ""Hello there, can I give you a hand?""
+She looked up and he felt his heart stop and then beat double time. It was the same woman from the coffee shop. She was just as beautiful as he had thought. He felt himself pulled toward her.
+""I'm doing okay,"" she said with a smile but she shivered. There was a smudge of dirt on her cheek.
+""Beautiful lady like you shouldn't be kneeling beside the road getting dirty. Let me do that for you,"" he said, holding out his hand to help her to her feet. ""You get in the car and warm up.""
+She looked at his large, calloused hand for a moment then put her soft, white one in his. He drew her to her feet and saw she'd been kneeling on a folded blanket at least. He didn't want to let go of the soft hand in his but he did. ""There now, you get in the car and I'll have this off in a minute. Do you have a spare?""
+""It's here,"" she said, stepping around to the back of the car. She reached into the trunk to pull it out but he reached past her.
+""I'll get that."" He started to pull it out and saw there was a flat side to it. ""Might have a problem. I've got a pump in the truck, I'll see if I can plug it in and get it back up to pressure. You go ahead and get in the car, keep warm.""
+""Thanks,"" she said, smiling bemusedly.
+""My pleasure.""
+But the tire wouldn't hold air and when he got the other tire off, he could see she'd picked up a bolt. That was good and bad. It would be relatively easy to patch.
+He walked around to the front of the car with the tire and she got out before he could go to her door. ""It looks like the spare is shot but it shouldn't be hard to get this patched. Would you like to wait here or do you want to ride with me?"" he asked, indicating the truck
+It was a difficult question and he knew it. Stay by the side of the road by yourself or get in the truck with a strange man? His phone chose that moment to ring. ""Excuse me a minute,"" he said. ""Hello?""
+""Hi Dad."" Reception was good, his daughter's voice strong and loud. ""Are you on your way back?""
+""Yep, the table has been delivered. I'm just stopped to help a lady with a flat tire. We need to get it patched so I'll be a bit. It's the end of the work day. You go ahead and close up the office and head out. Don't wait on me. Give the kids a hug for Grandpa.""
+""Okay, will do, see you in the morning.""
+""Okay, sweetheart. Love you, bye.""
+When he turned back, the blond woman was smiling. ""I'll ride along, if you don't mind.""
+At the truck, he opened the door for her and offered her his hand to step up into the truck. Her shoes weren't made for climbing into trucks and her foot slipped a bit so his let go of her hand and put his hands to her waist to steady her and give her a boost.
+He heard her quick intake of breath and had to resist the urge to let his hands slide across the full roundness of her backside as she moved over into the cab. ""I'm going to hell,"" he muttered softly.
+""Sorry?"" she asked.
+""Nothing,"" he said with a smile. _Been talking to myself for too long._ Instead, he waited until she was situated and closed the door then jogged back to her car for the tire.
+Once it was tucked into the back of his truck, Jason took a couple steadying breaths before he went around to the cab. He was just helping a beautiful lady with her tire. That was all, nothing more. _Right._ This couldn't be good for his blood pressure.
+* * * *
+Madeline looked around the cab of the truck. It was your average delivery truck, smelling of gas and plastic, but it was neatly arranged with a clipboard on the seat next to her. The man, Jason, she surmised, came back, climbed into the cab and turned the key in the ignition.
+""I'm Jason, by the way,"" he said.
+She smiled over at him. ""I figured.""
+He looked surprised so she pointed to his name tag. ""I saw your name tag at the coffee shop.""
+""Oh, right, forgot that was on these shirts.""
+""I'm Madeline."" She had settled back in the seat, comfortable she was in competent hands.
+""What brings you out on a cold November day, up and down the interstate?"" Jason asked her as he put the truck in drive and signaled to get back onto the highway. It was relatively quiet at that time of the day and they were soon on their way.
+She found herself studying him instead of the scenery. She'd seen that a million times. The man next to her was a new piece of work. ""I work for the arts council and divide my time between several offices. Today was my day in the city.""
+He glanced over at her. ""What do you do for them?""
+""I help people with grant applications,"" she said.
+""Grants for what?""
+""For money to help them put on performances or teach classes or get supplies . . . things like that.""
+""Must feel good helping people for a living.""
+""It does,"" she admitted with a smile. ""And what do you deliver with this big truck of yours?""
+""My company actually builds furniture, handmade pieces. I usually work there on special pieces but we had a delivery man sick today so I delivered the table myself.""
+""So you're an artisan,"" she said.
+""I suppose, I tend to think of myself moreas a craftsman."" Jason pulled off the interstate and down an exit then turned at the bottom and a quarter mile later they were at the repair shop. He grabbed the tire out of the back and they went inside.
+""Hey Jason, what brings you by, my friend?"" the tall, lean, white-haired man behind the counter asked.
+Jason rolled the tire around the desk. ""Hey, Bob. This is Madeline, she got a flat on the highway so I stopped to help out. There's a bolt in the tire. Could you patch it?""
+""You got it! Take about twenty minutes. Have a seat.""
+Jason and Madeline walked over to the empty waiting area. ""Buy you a cup of coffee?"" he asked, waving a hand at the coffee machine.
+""Oh, no, thanks. I'm fine.""
+They sat down and Madeline looked over at her companion as he crossed one leg over the other. How to ask the questions she really wanted to ask without seeming too forward? ""So, you were on the phone with your daughter earlier? Does she work for you?""
+He nodded. ""She's been running the office, answering the phones and keeping the books, for about eight years now. One of my sons works on the furniture but the other went off and became an environmental conservation agent. They're all doing great, made the old man proud,"" he said with a smile.
+""You don't seem that old to me,"" she said. ""You've got a very youthful face.""
+He reached up and ran a self-conscious hand through his hair. ""Thanks, even with this gray hair? Truthfully, I'm fifty-three.""
+""I'm forty myself,"" she replied, unasked. She took a breath and went fishing for the information she really wanted. ""And what does their mother think of the kid's choices for careers?""
+If Jason realized what she was really asking, he didn't give any indication. He just smiled sadly. ""She was very proud of them, but she passed away about six years ago, cancer.""
+""I'm sorry,"" Madeline said, putting her hand on his as it lay on the chair arm.
+Jason shrugged. ""It happens. I loved her very much. We had a good life together and . . . then she was gone. I've been alone ever since."" He glanced down at her hand on his arm. ""What about you? No husband?""
+It had been nine months since her divorce, which had been sad but amicable. ""I was. We grew apart, instead of together. It was both our faults,"" she said with a shrug. ""We didn't invest in the marriage, we were too busy investing in our careers. He met someone at work who he connected with emotionally and he ended our marriage before it became physical with her, or so he said. Honestly, it didn't even matter at that point.""
+""I'm sorry,"" Jason said, placing his own hand over hers.
+She looked up into his eyes and didn't even know how long they just sat there that way.
+""I've got that tire patched for you,"" Bob called from the counter.
+Madeline got up and went to pay but Bob waved her off with a smile. ""No charge. You take care now.""
+""Thank you,"" she smiled. She wondered if he did that for everyone he hoped might become a repeat customer or if it was because she was with his friend.
+Jason picked up the tire and Madeline held the door for them on the way back out to the truck.
+* * * *
+Jason stowed the tire in the back and hurried around to help Madeline back into the truck but she'd managed it herself this time. _Pretty limber for such a nice little armful. Aw, I'm going to hell, no doubt about it._
+He slid into the cab of the truck and fired it up then headed them out of town. Not much time to get to know a woman, what should he ask next? Shoot, he just couldn't think of a darned thing.
+""So, Jason, if you're not in a terrible hurry to get back, I'd really love to buy you dinner to thank you for taking care of my tire for me?""
+He looked over, mildly shocked and wondering if he was about to get hit by lightning. He was not about to let the opportunity pass though. ""I'd like that,"" he said. _I'd never let a lady pay for dinner, but we can argue about that when the check comes._
+They were back at her car in no time and he changed the tire while she waited, though she refused to get back in the car where it was warm. Once the tools were stowed in the trunk, he felt like an idiot. What if she changed her mind about dinner? Should he give her an out? He didn't really want to go have dinner with her if she was just doing it to be nice to a guy who was almost old enough to be her father.
+""If you follow me, there's a nice Greek diner I know, just a couple exits up?"" She smiled up at him.
+""Sounds great,"" he found himself agreeing.
+She waited while he got back into his truck and gave him another minute before she signaled and pulled back out onto the highway.
+Following her down the road, watching her taillights, put him in mind of helping her into the cab the first time and he couldn't help wondering what it would be like to cup that derriere in his hands and maybe snuggle up against her from behind. _Heaven. That's what it would be, pure heaven._
+Soon they were pulling off the interstate and he followed her into the parking lot of a large Greek restaurant. He'd been here before, a couple times. It was busy, but not too busy. They could get comfortable, enjoy a meal together and talk. _Okay, even if nothing ever comes of it, I'm going to enjoy having a meal with an attractive woman and I'll have plenty to think about at night for a while._
+A terrible thought occurred to him. What if she was one of those women who just liked to make friends with guys? He didn't think he could handle seeing her as a friend on a regular basis. The attraction was just too strong. _Okay, knock it off. Find out whether you like her company before you get any more involved._
+* * * *
+Two hours later they had talked and laughed their way through dinner then lingered over coffee and dessert.
+""How could you have never noticed it before?"" he asked, grinning.
+""I know! Right? But, it's just one of those things your eyes glaze over. You know you have to avoid them so you don't think anymore about it."" She shrugged but she was grinning too. He had a fantastic smile and a great laugh, deep and rich.
+The check had been sitting on the table for at least half an hour and she picked it up rather reluctantly. She didn't want the evening to end. She wasn't the type to just invite a man back to her house but . . . she had a nice little one story dark green bungalow she'd bought herself after the divorce.
+Jason opened his mouth as if to protest over the check then seemed to reconsider and just said, ""Can I leave the tip?""
+""Sure,"" she smiled.
+He threw a few bills down and grabbed her coat to hold it for her.
+As they left the restaurant, he put a hand to the small of her back to guide her out in front of him. Even through her coat, there was something intimate about the gesture and Madeline shivered.
+He walked her to her car. The time had come to say good-bye but she simply didn't want to. He didn't seem to want to either.
+""Thank you for dinner,"" he said.
+""My pleasure,"" she smiled up at him.
+He leaned in, giving her plenty of time to say no, moving slowly, but when his mouth touched hers she arched up into the kiss. He slid his fingers into her hair, and cupped her head, supporting it as their lips brushed then melded and his tongue slid into her mouth to dance with hers.
+They broke apart, both breathing more heavily. ""I don't want this evening to end,"" he said.
+""I don't either,"" she admitted. She bit her lip, looking up at him, trying to decide how far she was willing to go. Take a chance, it'll be worth it, her intuition told her. She smiled. ""Follow me home.""
+His eyes traveled over her face. ""Are you sure?""
+There was no indecision anymore. ""Yes,"" she said.
+* * * *
+It was a twenty minute drive and she drove slowly, as if she were worried about losing him, but there was no way he was going to let that happen. When they arrived, he hopped of the truck and went to open her car door for her, offering her his hand again.
+He looked at her face, searching for some sign to be sure she hadn't changed her mind but she just smiled up at him serenely. He felt an urgent need to kiss her again. As he leaned in, her arms went around his neck, his lean body pressing into her soft one.
+He caressed her shoulders, pulling her into him then slid his hands down to cup and knead her firm, full buttocks. When they finally broke apart, he took a step back and simply stared into her luminous face, amazed at his good fortune in not only finding this beautiful and charming woman but in her being more than ready to find him.
+Madeline took him by the hand and led him up a little flagstone path between rows of dried flowers to the front door of her house. Jason could picture the little dark green one story house with a riot of summer flowers, like laughter, in front of it in the warmer months. There were cabbage rose bushes along the house that would hold a riot of blooms in the summer months. It suited her perfectly.
+Inside, Madeline turned on a few little lamps and took his coat. ""Would you like a drink? I don't have much, but there's whiskey or wine?""
+""Whiskey would be fine,"" he replied.
+""I'll be right back.""
+The dress she had on was made of some thick, stretchy cream colored material that swayed beautifully as she walked away and Jason enjoyed every moment of it until she stepped out of view. He took a deep breath to steady himself and looked around at the cozy little living room they'd walked into, with its overstuffed chairs and books, framed pictures and little glass pieces tucked into shelves on the wall. One of the pictures caught his attention, it was of Madeline at some kind of riotous street party, like Mardis Gras or Carnival, wearing a halter top that showed her cleavage to it's best advantage, her sleek blond hair caught back, sunglasses on, a glass in one hand and laughing. He wished he had been there.  
+Madeline returned and handed him a glass, keeping one for herself. She held it up. ""To a beautiful new friendship.""
+He touched his glass to hers then took a sip but the way she was looking up at him didn't make him inclined to stand around sipping whiskey. He took her glass and set them both down then wrapped his arms around her again. She came willingly.
+Her mouth opened under his, inviting him in and her tongue teased along his, sending his pulse soaring as his blood rushed lower. He pulled back and looked around for the best place to sit that would accommodate both of them but, again, she took him by the hand. This time she led him through the house to her bedroom and turned the bedside lamp on. He wanted to turn on the overhead so he could see every inch of her but suspected that might kill the mood a little so he settled for pulling her to him as he perched on the edge of the bed.
+He peeled her clothes off, sitting on the bed in front of her, as if he were unwrapping a gift, revealing her flesh inch by tantalizing inch. His big hands cupped her plump white flesh and his calloused thumb glided over her engorged nipple. Her sharp intake of breath when he leaned in and flicked his tongue over it quickened his own pulse.
+She slid her hands into his hair and pressed little kisses all over his face. His eyes closed as he savored the feel of her under his hands and her hot lips pressed to his face. It had been far too long since he'd had the pleasure of a woman and this was an exceptional woman. He opened his eyes to feast on her.
+Jason reached down between them and cupped her naked sex, slid a finger along her labia and into her core. She gasped and shuddered, staring into his eyes. ""When your finger slides across my labia like that, it's . . . "" Words seemed to fail her.
+""You're so wet,"" he whispered.
+Eagerly, she began to unbutton his shirt and pants, then unzipped them. She started to pull away and he was loathe to let her go, but he did. She only went as far as the bedside table where she opened the drawer and pulled out a small foil packet. Turning back to him, the sexy little smile on her lips as she tore open the little package sent a rush though him.
+He quickly stood and divested himself of his shirt then shucked off his pants. Torn between the need to pull her back to him and the desire to drink in the sight of her plump flesh, he held still and watched as she returned to him, put one hand on his chest and pushed him back onto the bed. She slid the latex down over his engorged cock with a smooth motion and straddled him.
+Her hands circled his covered cock and she gently aligned him with her center then bit her lip as she slid down onto his erection. Jason's eyes rolled back as her moist heat enveloped him and squeezed his cock. He moaned in utter abandon but she wasn't done yet.
+He looked up into Madeline's flushed and smiling face as she began to move over him in a motion that gave new meaning to the phrase rock and roll, her hips undulating as she rode him. Jason slid his hands up her thighs to cup her hips and wandered up to support her full breasts as they bounced above him. _This, this is heaven, right here._ Then he found out what heaven really was as he watched Madeline moan through her first orgasm as she continued to ride him, breathing deeply and his own orgasm went off like a rocket. His eyes closed and he saw fireworks.
+A few minutes later, he could have sworn he'd actually lost consciousness for a moment. He was breathing deeply and sweating but he felt better than he had in ages as Madeline lay beside him, stroking his chest with a hand and running her fingernails along his goatee.
+* * * *
+After a bit, Madeline went out and got their glasses from the living room. When she returned, Jason was sitting up, drinking in her every move as she walked into the room, still naked, and handed him a glass then sat on the bed next to him.
+Jason held his glass up. ""To beautiful friends,"" he said, amending her earlier toast.
+She touched her glass to his and swallowed a mouthful. ""The best is yet to come."""
+85,F6: Deidre,Saxon_Hart,Chain Stories,2015-12-10,2015-12-10,2022-01-08 03:48:48,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f6-deidre,He never knew himself like she did.,"['Bdsm', 'Fawc', 'Fem Dom', 'Public Exhibition', 'Rope Play']",3.87,"This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y C. Each item was used in the story. There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.
+The list for this story includes: Lecturer, Licorice, Laundry room, and Lech
+* * * *
+Once in a while a person comes into your life that can teach you things about yourself that you don't already know. They seem to know you better than you know yourself. For me that person was Deidre Waterford.
+To be honest, after I first dated Deidre I was ready to give up on the female of the species. It wasn't just her, but she was the last in a line of failures. Kristina Naples was the first. Kristina and I became a couple during our sophomore year of high school, and gave each other our virginity after our junior prom. We'd known each other since eighth grade and had been close friends since. We applied to and got accepted to the University of Massachusetts, and lived together in an off campus apartment. Up until two weeks after graduation I thought we were on the same page. Our plan was for me to join the Navy while she continued her education; she was studying to be a cardiovascular surgeon. She was accepted to Johns Hopkins at the same time I was reporting for Officer Candidate School in Newport Rhode Island.
+I feel stupid when I look back. I blame it on the fact we were both busy and our communication fell off. I did make it to Baltimore often to see her, but I didn't pick up on the differences then.
+Shortly before my time at OCS was over I was tabbed to attend the Center for Information Dominance in Pensacola Florida. I rehearsed how I would break this news to Kristina. On one hand I would be a long distance from her, but once I went into full service the chance was decent that I would be assigned to shore rather than on a ship. When I sat with her to discuss the situation, she hit me with those four words every guy dreads; ""We need to talk.""
+""Chris, I've met someone,"" she said avoiding my gaze. I said nothing so she continued. ""Dr. Bradford was a guest lecturer in one of my classes. I stayed after the lecture to ask a few questions."" She paused to wipe her eyes. She glanced up at my face quickly the returned her gaze to her hands and continued.
+""As I was asking him things he asked if I'd like to go have a cup of coffee. Coffee led to dinner, and I ended up in his bed that night.""
+""Ok, I have to ask; was this a one-time thing,"" I asked keeping my tone even, my officer training was helping already, ""or are you leaving me for him?""
+""I've been seeing him for five weeks now,"" she said. ""I want to be with him while you're away, but I'll be only yours while you're on leave. When you get out of the service we can go on as we planned."" She looked at me expectantly, ""I know we have enough love for each other that this won't affect us.""
+I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She wanted to fuck this guy while I was in harm's way, she didn't know yet of my career path change, then be with me like nothing had changed. I wondered how two way this street was. ""So while I'm away we're free to sleep with others, but we'll be monogamous when I'm home?""
+The look on her face told me all I needed to know. ""I figured you'd be at sea and saving yourself for me.""
+""Oh. So you get to play while I stay faithful."" She nodded her head but I saw the resignation on her face. I looked at her hand to see that the promise ring I had given her for high school graduation was missing. ""You don't bother wearing my ring anymore,"" she looked embarrassed.
+""I take it off for...""
+""For fucking your douche bag doctor boyfriend,"" I said cutting her off. ""Well I am glad you told me this before I proposed and put this engagement ring on your finger,"" I said patting the imaginary ring box in my pocket. ""I'm sure I can get my money back for it.""
+Her mouth moved like a fish out of water gulping the air as her tears started in earnest. ""Good luck Kristina,"" I said rising. ""I hope this asshole doesn't make a habit of taking future doctors out for coffee."" I turned and walked away.
+""Oh God. Chris wait,"" I heard her wail as I walked off but I didn't look back. She didn't deserve to see my tears. I was back in Newport by evening and the next weekend found me in sunny Florida.
+I spent my first weeks in Florida learning my new craft. I never had a moment to stop and think about the Kristina sized hole in my heart. Once I settled in and things slowed down I decided it was time to fill that void, but since I had never really asked a girl out I had no clue how to proceed.
+Luckily I had made a few friends. One guy's wife set me up with a co-worker of hers. Not only was Pamela Miller the sexiest woman I had ever laid eyes on, but over a two month span she showed me things in the bedroom I had only read about in Penthouse Letters.
+The idea of marriage hadn't yet crossed my mind. With Kristina I had known from an early age that I wanted to spend my life with her. Pamela asked me several times how I felt about marriage. I wasn't sure how deep my feelings for Pamela ran. Two days later I would find out.
+The exercises for that day were centered around satellite intelligence and gleaning intel from ""ferret"" satellites. An hour into class, something happened to the satellite we had clearance to use. After an hour of our instructors haranguing their superiors we were dismissed for the day.
+Since the weather was bad I knew Pamela would be home. I got to her apartment and could see through her window that she wasn't in the front room. I decided to surprise her so I retrieved her spare key and let myself in. The surprise was on me.
+I could hear them as soon as I entered the apartment. I walked back to her bedroom and saw her on her back while a short haired red head girl fucked her with a strap on. The plastic cock that was splitting Pamela's pussy was larger than any dick I had ever seen on the internet. I felt like a lech as I stood there watching, but I couldn't tear my eyes away.
+Pamela's moans and urging got louder and the red head pounded into her harder. They were fucking so hard I expected the bed to start bouncing. As her orgasm peaked, Pamela let loose a shriek that I am sure had every dog in a five mile circle barking. As the girls slowed and collapsed I began clapping.
+Two sets of eyes locked onto me as I clapped. Pamela's eyes got wide. ""Who the fuck are you?"" asked her friend. Pamela didn't seem to be able to say anything.
+""I'm just someone Pam used to know,"" I said as I turned and left the room. I was just out the front door when I heard Pamela call for me to not leave. For a moment I considered waiting but in the end I left her spare key by the door and left.
+I didn't see her again the rest of that week. On Saturday I came home from morning PT to find her sitting on my door step. ""Hiya stranger,"" she said trying to sound jovial. ""I haven't heard from you since the other day and I've been wanting to talk to you.""
+""I'm not sure what can be said. I mean we aren't married so you don't owe me an explanation."" ""I know you were hurt. It was on your face, and what you said confirmed it. I should have told you that Kara and I play once in a while. She's upset because I didn't tell her about you. I just want to beg your forgiveness.
+""I'm over it Pamela. No need for you to beg, there's nothing to forgive. Like I said, we aren't married and we never discussed exclusivity. Besides, I am only here for another week.""
+""Another week? Where are you going?"" she asked with a sniffle.
+""I'll be going home to Boston for a few days, then I am off to San Diego for fleet orientation, then I'll join my task force in Yokosuka Japan."" She seemed to be genuinely stricken by the news. ""No, please tell me you're just upset about catching me and are yanking my chain. Please Chris, this isn't funny.""
+""I told you I have no hard feelings. I'm not fibbing, my orders have come down.""
+""Damn you Chris. You make me realize that I am in love with you and you're going away. Why Japan? Can't you go somewhere closer, like here?"" ""Love? What part of the strap on fucking made you realize your love for me?"" I hoped that didn't sound like a dig.
+""When I saw the look on your face as you turned to leave, I felt like I had betrayed you. I know we've never committed to each other, but I saw your pain and it killed me that I had hurt you.""
+I didn't know what to say. She asked if she could spend the week with me, and against my better judgement I said yes.
+On the day I was set to leave Pensacola I awoke to an empty bed. A quick search of the apartment proved that she had left. I found a note on the table which read;
+ _My dearest Chris, I feel like a complete heel for not saying good bye in person, but I couldn't handle seeing you leave. If you are ever around these parts again please look me up. I wish I could go with you. I love you and will miss you terribly. Pamela_
+I thought about driving by her apartment on my way to the airport, but in the end decided against it. I wanted to say good bye but I figured she either wouldn't answer the door or wouldn't be home. So I honored her wish and went on my merry, or less than merry way.
+My parents weren't too thrilled to hear of my port assignment. ""Didn't you join the Atlantic navy?""
+""No dad. I joined the United States Navy. They'll send me where ever they need or want me. Most of my class was destined for the Pacific fleet.""
+""But you don't know Japanese. How will you make it in a place that you can't communicate?""
+""Mom, most of my time will be aboard a ship, either an aircraft carrier or an Aegis cruiser. I most likely won't need to spend much time in Japan itself.""
+""What about Kristina? How can you repair your relationship with her if you are on the other side of the planet?""
+""No relationship to repair dad. She chose to sleep with the visiting professors and such thus removing me from the equation.""
+""She asks about you all the time Chris. I think you two should seriously try to work your issues out.""
+""Sorry mom. I am not one to stand in line. If I am in a relationship with someone I expect to be the only one.""
+""What does the Navy think of your bull-headedness son? Surely they want obedience.""
+""They have my obedience and loyalty dad. My orders will always be carried out to the letter. In a few years I'll be giving orders. Kristina made her choice. She decided for us the direction our relationship was going to take; I exercised my freedom to seek another path. Can we talk about something or someone else? I have to leave for San Diego in three days.""
+""I think you're making a huge mistake Christopher Elliot Bernhard. Marrying Kristina has been your goal for as long as you've known her.""
+""That was before she wanted someone else mom. I can't be two hours away and have her be loyal, what could I expect when I am thousands of miles away?""
+""Well if you had joined the Atlantic Navy that wouldn't be an issue son.""
+By the second day home I was ready to walk to San Diego to escape the constant badgering. At least to their credit they didn't have Kristina come see me. I'm not sure I could have handled that. I found out the morning I left why Kristina hadn't been around.
+""I wish you could stay another day Chris. Kristina hasn't been able to get time off from her residency program to come down to visit.""
+""That suits me just fine mom. I'm sure Dr. Delightful or whomever she's currently banging would like her to stay in Baltimore anyway.""
+""No need for rudeness Chris. She still loves you and always asks about you. It's killing her that you are this close to her and she can't see you. Please wait another day or two.""
+""Sorry mom. I'm not risking prison for a woman who didn't want me in the first place.""
+""Prison? I think you are being melodramatic.""
+""No Susan, he isn't. If his orders are for him to be in San Diego tomorrow he needs to be in San Diego tomorrow. Next time you come home for leave son we'll have to make sure Kristina gets enough notice so she can come see you. Maybe you kids can work something out.""
+I just shook my head and called for a cab to take me to Logan Airport. At least I knew I wouldn't be hearing about how Kristina might get tire of waiting for me and marry a doctor, or what a mistake I was making by not marrying her before I got shipped out. Unfortunately I realized that coming home couldn't be a spur of the moment thing and I was likely to get ambushed the next time I was home.
+I actually spent a week in San Diego. Fleet orientation and everything I had to do before being sent out took mere hours leaving me five days to see sights. A couple of us went to LA for a day and saw the tourist stuff there.
+On our next to last day one guy suggested going to Tijuana to see some sex shows. A CPO that overheard our chat strongly suggested that we stay north of the border. ""They don't always take kindly to US sailors in TJ,"" he said. ""We have lost many officers and recruits because of trouble down there.""
+We ended up heeding his advice, and the next day I took the longest damn plane ride I have ever taken in my life. After what seemed like a week in the air, I touched down in Japan. A bus met us as we debarked and took directly to the Yokosuka Naval Base. I had a two day stay there before my first voyage started. I got to see a little bit of Yokosuka before I left for a three month cruise.
+Most of that first cruise was spent just putting our new group through the paces. We mainly cruised around Thailand. Our second cruise was more demanding, but still fairly tame. We spent most of that one off of the west coast of Russia. My main job was looking through the intel we got from radio communications, and some satellite to ship communications.
+It was mundane, but we practiced our craft well. When we got back to Yokosuka, we were given a week's shore leave. While on leave I attended a party put on by a local women's group. The party was a traditional Japanese tea party and I actually had a good time.
+I also met Naoko. While many of the girls attending the party spoke English, Naoko's was perfect. As we talked I learned that she had attended school for six years in New York. I didn't sleep with her that night, but we did make a date for the following evening.
+The following evening we went out to eat and then ended up at her apartment. We didn't leave until I had to report back to my ship. I had to give Naoko a lot of credit for honesty. She told me that her father didn't approve of Americans, and she was forbidden from getting serious with any sailor. She was also engaged to a guy name Kenji.
+""But I have enjoyed my time with you, so if you are willing, I will be your girl anytime you are in port. But I will be with Kenji while you are gone. Kenji will understand if he wants to stay with me.""
+I wasn't sure how to feel about the arrangement. She was asking Kenji to basically take the same deal I had walked away from with Kristina. I didn't commit, but told her we'd talk the next time I was in port.
+Our next cruise took us into the northern Sea of Japan where we listened in on North Korea. Pyongyang of course was displeased with our proximity to their territorial waters and spent a lot of time and energy sabre rattling. Our ASW, anti-submarine warfare, guys worked around the clock as did the two carriers in our group. I think I saw top side twice in the four months we were up there. When I wasn't asleep I was in the cramped communications room poring over data. We knew the sonar guys had tracked several subs just beyond our outer pickets, and Korean fighter jets could be often seen on the edge of our radar scopes.
+One night before we were to head back into port, the subs actually made it inside our defense ring. The pinging from our subs and their subs reverberated through our ship's hull making it impossible to hear normal conversation. We were all relieved to get two weeks' leave when we returned and many of us headed to the bars to settle our jangled nerves. I had no inclination to find Naoko again, I empathized with Kenji. I was drinking with a couple of guys from one of our carriers when I heard a familiar voice behind me.
+""Were you planning on telling me that you were back in port Chris?""
+I turned to find myself staring into the unwavering gaze of Naoko. ""We've only been back for a few hours,"" I stammered out.
+""Finish your drink and come with me,"" she said. I'm not sure why I did it, but I gulped down my beer and followed her all the way back to her apartment. Once there she turned and started stripping. ""Please hurry Chris. I have missed you terribly.""
+I almost asked if Kenji wasn't getting the job done, but thought better of it when she latched her mouth onto mine and kissed my soul. It wasn't until we came up for breath that I noticed that she'd opened my fly and had pulled my cock out of my trousers.
+She said something in Japanese then started stroking my hardening cock. I groaned and looked down just as she looked up and I lost myself in the dark pools of her eyes. She never broke eye contact as she took my cock in her mouth and slowly took in the entire length. After four months of no sex I didn't last long. Within five minutes I was spilling my load down her throat. She swallowed every drop then removed her mouth from my cock and smiled at me. ""That was a lot Chris. Now the rest of these two weeks can proceed.""
+It didn't dawn on me that she knew how much shore leave I had nor that she had known I had already disembarked and headed to the bar. It seemed every time we got together she knew how long I was going to be in port. I found out later that her friends in the ladies' group knew when our ships came in. I also found out that Kenji traveled for his job and was gone almost more than I was.
+For the first four years it went like that. I was either at sea or in Naoko's arms. Several times I came back rattled after being off the coast of North Korea. The worst was a six month cruise we made into the Persian Gulf. I knew going in it could go bad. I was highly thankful for our perimeter defenses; they saved our ass several times.
+We had just returned from a Thailand cruise when I had three months left on my commitment. Naoko did her best to reduce me to jello then looked at me and said matter of factly, ""Chris, I am supposed to get all teary eyed and tell you how much I'll miss you if you don't re-enlist.""
+I wasn't sure what to say, or what she wanted to hear. I was saved by her continuing. ""Chris I hope you know how deeply I feel for you. I love having you when you are here, and I hate having to put you back together after they send you to bad areas. Chris I am torn between two feelings.""
+I hadn't given much thought to re-upping, but I knew the pitches would be coming. I had never imagined they'd get girlfriends to pitch for them. I told her that either way, I'd see her next time we were in port. I figured that we'd go to a peaceful area on this cruise. I was wrong. We were headed for North Korea again. This time felt different. For the first month it was all the same sabre rattling as always. About half way through they fired a missile at our position. Outer perimeter defenses shot it down. Then I scored a big find.
+I happened across two pieces of communication. One was a directive to an air base north of our position spelling out an attack on our group, the other to a bae south of us outlining an attack from the south while our attention was turned to the feint from the north. I immediately contacted the group commander and he was able to use the information to successfully meet both sorties and repel the attack. For my part, I received a commendation, which due to the secrecy of our mission was not part of my public record, and I was promoted to Lieutenant Commander. I also accepted another four year commission.  
+Naoko was pleased that we'd be together for another four years. I wasn't sure if Kenji was still around, we never talked about him. At the end of my second four year stint, I decide to not accept another commission and return to civilian life.
+Naoko was a bit sad, but she also felt she was ready to dedicate all of her time to Kenji. He'd been patient for eight years and she felt he deserved her undivided attention. We spent one last night of unbridled passion and I was on my way back to San Diego the next day.
+I had only seen my parents twice during my time in Japan. The first time was two years after I had left. Kristina did put in an appearance, but I made sure the family knew I was involved with Naoko. Of course I made it sound a lot more serious than it was.
+The second time was two years before I got out of the navy. This time Kristina and her new husband came by. He wasn't at all what I had pictured for her. He was bald and at least three inches shorter than her. One look and I told myself that he must have money.
+""She still pines for you,"" my mother told that evening after they'd left. ""She's told me on many occasions how stupid she was to throw you away. If you showed the slightest bit of interest in her I guarantee she'd leave him in a heartbeat.""
+'Then I'd be no better than the professor she left me for.""
+I spent two days in San Diego before I called home to let them know I was stateside. While there I was also given orientation for my Naval Reserves duty. In four more years I would officially be out of the military.
+While I was in San Diego I was also contacted about my future career. Of course Naval Intelligence was the first to offer me a civilian position, soon followed by the Pentagon. The most intriguing offer came from the Central Intelligence Agency.
+In two weeks I had an apartment in Fairfax just a short commute from work. Mom was disappointed that I couldn't stay more than a couple of days at home, but I was closer than I had been in years.
+One weekend I made the eight hour drive to see my folks. Of course they were overjoyed and Saturday night had a dinner party. By dinner party I mean they invited Kristina and her man over. It didn't take dad long to steer the dinner conversation to my return and subsequent career. He already knew from previous conversations that there were aspects of my job that I couldn't talk about.
+""So, Bruce tells us that you work for the CIA. That sounds exciting and adventurous,"" said David, Kristina's husband. Bruce is my father. ""Are you a spy now Chris?"" asked Kristina. ""Or are you not allowed to tell us that?""
+ _""These people are doctors?""_ I thought to myself. ""No I am not a spy, and my job isn't all that adventurous. I am pretty much doing the same thing I did in the navy, just on a bigger stage.""
+'A bigger stage?"" asked David.
+""Ok what I do is analyze intelligence data. In the navy I looked at data that would most likely affect the task force. At Langley, I analyze data on a global scale. I look for things that might be important now.""
+They all nodded but I got the feeling they really didn't get it. 'Where does the data come from that you see?"" asked Kristina.
+""I usually don't get to know which assets produced what I am seeing, nor am I allowed to discuss these assets."" I could have told them that it came from satellites and radio and telephone communication, but I thought I'd add an air of mystique and maybe bring the topic to a close.
+""Was it hard to get the job? I mean how does one even apply for something like that?"" David asked. ""Actually it was one of several offers that I got during my debriefing in San Diego. NSA, Naval Intelligence, and Homeland Security were among the others recruiting me.""
+""Are they after every guy who gets out of the service, or did you do something special?"" asked Kristina.
+""It was because of some things I did, and before you ask, I am not at liberty to discuss what made me a hot commodity.""
+""Oh Chris, I hate that you can't share your achievements,"" my mother chimed in.
+""I really didn't achieve all that much mom. Some of what I did got over- inflated."" I felt that was true because anyone could have come across the things I did. I had three secret citations on my record that only a handful of people knew about.
+""I think you are probably too modest Chris,"" said Kristina. I had noticed that she barely looked away from me all through dinner. I wondered how David felt about it, but wasn't about to ask. I figured that if I pretended not to notice myself, it wasn't obvious.
+Finally dad steered the conversation, much to the chagrin of my mother, to sports. I'd heard it all before, and I had to assume that since David seemed to be on a first name basis with him he might have heard it all before.
+""The Sox aren't the same without Nomar. The Celts aren't the same without Bird and McHale. Bourke should have never left the Bruins. Everyone is jealous of the Pats' success. I'd heard it all many times so I went into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. I was waiting for the coffee to brew when Kristina came into the kitchen.
+""I like this,"" she said. ""You and I, in the same room."" She sighed, ""I miss you Chris.""
+I wasn't going to make a comment about why we were apart. She knew why. I turned to make conversation when she threw her arms around my neck and pulled me down into one of the steamiest kisses I had ever gotten. I resisted for a moment, but despite my better judgment I kissed her back. I could feel the heat radiating off her, and I could feel my cock beginning to rise; I think she felt it too. Then I thought of her husband in the other room. I broke the kiss. ""We can't do this. You're married! Your husband is sitting right out there.""
+She was breathing heavily, ""Just say the word Chris. Say it and he'll be history tonight.""
+* * * *
+Three months later I was standing by the bar at a cocktail party put on by some senate aide. Sadly the kiss with Kristina was the hottest action I'd had since leaving Japan. I definitely had missed her, but I couldn't be with her. I would always be wondering if the was playing on the side.
+I was scanning the room for anyone I might know when I saw her. Her blue cocktail dress put any little black dress to immediate shame. She seemed to glide when she walked and her jade green eyes commanded the room. Every male eye, and several female eyes were on her as she made her way around the room. She seemed to know everybody, and she seemed to command attention. I instantly knew that she was out of my league and turned back to the bar. No use lusting after an unattainable idol.
+I saw her from time to time that night; I did my best not to gawk. I was ordering what I planned on being my last drink when a voice behind me asked, ""Why aren't you drooling over the babe in blue like everyone else?""
+""I'm not flashy enough for her,"" I said turning to face the owner of the voice. ""A wo..."" my words caught in my throat as my eyes fell upon her. Even from a foot away she was flawless.
+""Don't you think she should decide who's flashy enough?"" she asked with a wicked smile. It was obvious she was enjoying my discomfort. ""You were saying....""
+""I was obviously about to say something stupid, so let's pretend I said nothing.""
+""Deal,"" she chuckled offering me her hand. ""Deidre Waterford.""
+""Chris Bernhard,"" I replied. ""Well Chris Bernhard, I assume that you were going to ask for my phone number, or e-mail address so that you could ask me out some time.""
+""I was? I mean, yeah I was.""
+She handed me a card and said ""I look forward to hearing from you Chris,"" and then she was moving about the room again. The next Saturday evening I took Deidre out to dinner and a movie. I found out she was a press liaison for the Pentagon. I also found out that Dennis Bradley, the Deputy Director of the CIA had been talking me up as a rising star.
+At her front door that night I got a kiss. It wasn't a toe curling ""get your pants off ASAP"" kiss, nor was it a ""Hiya Aunt Jan"" kiss. She told me that she'd had a nice time and bade me to call her later. I called her the next day and we made a date for the following Friday.
+As I talked to people I realized that many knew Deidre, but very few really knew her. Several guys told me that she didn't date much and a second date was rare. I wanted to make the best impression possible so I made reservations to the hottest restaurant in DC.
+Dinner was wonderful then I took her to the most popular dancing club in the city. We danced and drank until one then she begged off because she had early plans the next day. Once again I got a kiss and a request to call her. My dating experience was quite lacking and I needed to knock her socks off on the third date.
+With Kristina our dating had always been simple; burgers and a movie and sometimes we went dancing. Pamela we went to dinner once and after that we always stayed in and naked. With Naoko it was pretty much the same. We went to the base clubs once in a while, but mostly we were in her apartment. So I searched the web and came up with an idea.
+On Tuesday I called and invited Deidre on a picnic for Saturday. I had planned a lunch of chicken and some wine and cheese. She seemed excited and readily agreed. I was excited and stayed up late Friday night making sure the lunch was on point.
+Saturday morning I was dismayed to find an email from Deidre begging off of our date. I responded asking when a good time to reschedule would be and she responded that she felt no spark between us and felt that we should go our separate ways. I was stunned.
+She had never invited me in after our dates, but the kiss had always been nice, and if she didn't want to see me again, why ask me to call her? I was tempted to send her a two word reply, but in the end I just deleted it and got shit faced.
+Over the next nine weeks I ""dated four women. I made a date with Melanie who was a receptionist for one of our department heads. At the end of the night after a chaste kiss, she informed me that she had gotten back together with her husband, but decided to keep our date anyway because I was a nice guy.
+A Friday night dinner and movie date with Candy who worked in a Realtor's office ended up with me waiting at the appointed time at the restaurant. I called her three times and waited for an hour before I decided to go home. Next time I saw her in public she just avoided me.
+Tina spent the bulk of our dinner date telling me of all the ways she had considered castrating her ex and Launa got drunk and slipped out of the night club with three girls she'd gone to school with. I decided that night that I was done with women. If I got horny and my left hand wasn't enough, there were always hookers.
+One Saturday night I was in my recliner with college football on the TV and various windows open on my lap top. I was dumping a bunch of email offering me everything under the sun when a message popped up on my IM window. I had no clue who it was from, but I had little else going on so I opened it.
+KnottyMiztrez: Hey! How are you tonight?
+ChrisB: Um...I'm good. Not near drunk nuff yet tho.
+KnottyMiztrez: Why do ya feel the need to be drunk?
+ChrisB: No reason. Just goes with football. That started a rather mundane conversation. All I knew from the profile was that the person was a female in the DC area. I was going through my contacts trying to figure out who I was talking to when I was asked, ""What do you think about Katy Perry?""
+ChrisB: I really don't think about her.
+KnottyMiztrez: You think she's sexy?
+ChrisB: Ya, I guess. She wouldn't have to tie me up to hold my attention.
+KnottyMiztrez: Interesting choice of phrase. U like being tied up?
+I thought about it for a moment. I had seen a lot of bondage porn on the net. Some was sexy, but some truly scared me.
+ChrisB: I don't know. Never have been.
+KnottyMiztrez: Would you try it?
+ChrisB: Maybe, but the girl, and yes it would HAVE to be a girl must promise not to hurt my junk.
+KnottyMiztrez: Hurt your junk?
+ChrisB: Yeah. Step on my balls with high heels. Smack my dick with a ruler. Stuff like that.
+KnottyMiztrez: Oh...I don't do that. Ask your girl to tie u up and see if you like.
+ChrisB: Don't have one, don't want one.
+KnottyMiztrez: No? Why?
+ChrisB: Tired of being thrown over and stood up.
+ChrisB: My hand won't hurt me.
+KnottyMiztrez: Call me?
+ChrisB:? Don't know you. Don't have your number.
+KnottyMiztrez: You deleted me? Now I was puzzled. She knew me. ChrisB: Don't take it personally; I deleted everyone but family and co-workers I need to call.
+KnottyMiztrez: You can come see me.
+Her next post was an address. It looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't place it. I know it was a stupid idea but I messaged that I was on my way and went to the address. I was surprised when I pulled up in front of Deidre Waterford's door. She answered the door and smiled at me.
+""Hi Chris. Please come in and let me apologize for not talking to you in person after we dated."" She led me in to a very stylish living room. She bade me to have a seat, and then sat across from me. She offered me a drink which I declined. I was close to driving illegally as it was.
+""Chris, I am a 'take charge' type of girl and I was letting you select our dates. I also got the vibe that you were trying too hard and were more or less following a check list."" She paused and took a sip of her drink. ""I like you Chris. I like you a lot. I felt you were out of your true element when we dated. I want to try something Chris, something that if I'm correct, you will enjoy, but you have to trust me.""
+I wasn't sure what to think. She had dumped me by email and now wanted me to trust her. Even after my dating disasters, I was still stupid. I told her I'd trust her and she could try whatever it was she wanted to try. She gave me the most radiant smile and told me that I wouldn't be sorry. I hoped she was right.
+She led me into a room. On one wall there was a large wooden cross laid on its side like an X with handcuffs attached to all four tips. In the middle was a table that was half padded and half bare wood. The third wall had various spanking implements hanging on pegs and there were a set of leather cuffs hanging from pulleys mounted to the ceiling in front of it.
+Most of the dungeons I had seen online were black and gothic. This room was a shade of teal and all of the wood was a light pine color. When she closed the door, I noticed that the interior side was padded and a pair of cuffs were fixed to the frame.
+I looked down into Deidre's smiling face and gave her a sheepish smile. ""Nervous?"" she asked.
+""I'd be lying if I said no. But oddly I do trust you.""
+""Good,"" she said her smile lighting up the room.
+""I've been thinking of this since that night I saw you in the waiting area of Luigi's all by yourself.""
+""Was a banner night for me,"" I said.
+""I wanted to go say hi, but I wasn't sure if you hated me or not.""
+""I never hated you. I was hurt, but I'm over it.""
+""Well, I'm glad you're here.""
+She led me over to the wall of spanking tools. As if she read my mind she said, ""No, I'm not going to use these on you tonight. Take off your shirt Chris.""
+I removed my shirt and laid it on the table. I returned to her and she put one of the cuffs around my left wrist and using the line through the pulley raised my hand above my head and tied it off. She repeated the action on my other wrist and walked in front of me. ""Just wait right here a moment Chris,"" she said tracing circles around my nipples. She rose up on tip toes and kissed my chin, and then she left the room.
+She returned shortly afterward wearing a pink teddy. ""Aren't you supposed to be in leather and spike heels?"" I asked.
+""You watch too much porn,"" she laughed. For the next twenty minutes she lightly ran her fingers over my upper torso. Her light touches on my pecs made them twitch and jump. She giggled and continued working her way around me. My cock was as hard as it ever had been and was pushing uncomfortably against my slacks.
+""If for any reason you want me to stop, or if you become too uncomfortable I want you to use a safe word. I expect at times you might say no, or plead with me to stop. That is part of the game. If you really need a stop, you say 'licorice.""
+""Licorice?"" I asked.
+""It's something that you normally wouldn't say during play time,"" she said. ""You have to deliberately say it meaning that you really mean it.""
+She unfastened my belt and pulled my slacks down and worked them off of my feet. She then continued her light tracing, but now my legs and butt were part of the terrain. She avoided my cock and balls in all of her motions. I was shaking, both from the constant teasing and from being in the same position.
+She seemed to know that I was reaching my limit and started raking my cock and balls lightly with her finger nails. My cock twitched and jumped every time. She seemed mesmerized by it. After a few more minutes, she wrapped her hand around my shaft and slowly started jacking me off.
+""Here is my true apology for that email Chris,"" she said as she took the length of my cock into her mouth. Between her hand and mouth I knew I wasn't going to last long. In moments I felt my orgasm build.
+""Oh shit Deidre, I'm gonna cum."" She just looked up at me and kept sucking. A minute later I felt my cum jet into her mouth. It felt like I had sprayed enough to fill a bucket, but she didn't lose a drop.
+""Are you sorry you came over tonight?"" she asked as she ran her hands over my chest.
+""Not at all. I want to do you now,"" I said. She cupped my chin and kissed me.
+""No. Tonight was all about you Chris. If you wish for us to continue this, we'll get to my pleasure in time.""
+Why would I want to stop? She had just given me one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. I was putty in her hands and she knew it. ""Come tomorrow afternoon and we can play more darling,"" she said. I knew I'd be there.
+Our play times were rarely the same. Sometimes she'd experiment with some spanking. I wasn't thrilled at first to be spanked, but once again she knew me better than I knew myself. I soon found myself doing the things that got my ass paddled. She was never mean though. After a month I felt like I was in love.
+One Saturday afternoon I found out how she felt about me. I was strapped to the wall in front of the spanking implements when she came in dressed like the dominatrixes I had seen on porn sites. One of the things I knew about Deidre was that she had previously worked in an upscale dungeon in the city. She had ""catered to"" some of the most powerful men, and a few women in DC. She had left the life when she became more prominent in her job. She had kept a few clients, but had dropped them when she and I became serious. For the first time I was tied up wearing a pair of shorts. She came in and kissed me. Then went right back out the door.
+A moment later, she led some guy into the room by a leash attached to a spiked collar he was wearing. He was wearing a hood over his face, but I could tell he was older than Deidre and I by quite a few years. She led him over to the big wooden X and secured him to it.
+She removed the mask from his face and I was shocked to find myself looking at the blindfolded Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, General Joshua Bridges.
+It suddenly dawned on me that she didn't love me. She was going to have sex with this man in front of me. She grabbed a paddle and was running it over his thighs. I had to get out of there and lurched for the door before I remembered I was secured.
+""Um,,can you un-cuff me? Please?""
+She didn't act like she'd heard me.
+""Un-cuff me please?"" I asked again and got no response. Then I remembered, ""Licorice! Licorice damn it licorice!""  
+She quickly put the paddle down and ran over to me. ""What's wrong Chris baby? Are you ok?""
+""No,"" I said trying not to show how hurt I was.
+""I can't.."" my words were cut off by a sob. ""I can't watch you with another man. Please let me go? Please?""
+""Oh no baby. You have the wrong idea. I promised you that I'd never betray your trust, and now I need you to trust me. Please baby, I love you and I would never hurt you.""
+I was confused. She seemed to sense my turmoil and kissed me. ""Trust me baby.""
+I just nodded because I couldn't trust myself to speak. She kissed me again and returned to the general.
+""Ok worm,"" she said to him. ""Is the worm allowed to touch himself in his mistress' presence?""
+""No mistress,"" he answered sounding more like a chastised child than the powerful man he was.
+""Is the worm allowed to cum in his mistress' presence?""
+""No mistress.""
+""Does your mistress ever touch your pathetic little penis?""
+""No mistress.""
+""What will happen if your mistress sees you try to touch yourself or if she sees your penis.""
+""My mistress will punish me severely.""
+""How will she punish the worm?""
+""She'll dry fuck him with a big dildo.""
+I suddenly hoped that she would never dry fuck me with anything, but other than a few light spankings, she'd never ""punished"" me.
+""Have you cum since you were last told to by your mistress?""
+""Once""
+""Once what worm?"" she yelled forcibly followed by a sharp slap with the riding crop she was carrying. I saw the welt rise on his pasty thigh. ""Once mistress,"" he said through gritted teeth.
+""Why did you disobey your mistress worm?""
+""My wife blew me mistress.""
+Wife? This guy had a family and he paid to have someone half his age treat him like a piece of shit. I guess the rich and powerful see things in a whole different way than the rest of us. But how does one explain to his spouse that he can't ejaculate because another woman forbade it? My train of thought was interrupted by a series of loud smacks as she whipped him with the riding crop. His thighs and the sides of his ass were filled with angry red welts.
+ _""How does he explain that to wifey?""_ I wondered.
+""There is a real man in this room worm,"" she said to him.
+""Yes mistress.""
+""He's not a worm, worm.""
+""No my mistress. If my mistress says he's a real man I don't doubt my mistress.""
+She walked over to me and caressed my face. She spoke to him, but was gazing into my eyes. ""Never doubt my words worm. This real man is all mine.""
+* * * *
+Two months later I gave up my apartment and moved into Deidre's town home. That day with the general she told him that she wouldn't see him anymore. ""I have no room in my life for worms,"" she told him as she led him out into the living room to get dressed. She'd left the door open and I could hear them as he dressed.
+""I'm going to miss you Deidre.""
+""I know Josh, but I am dedicating myself to that man in there.""
+""He's a truly lucky man,"" he said.
+""No, I'm the lucky one,"" she said. ""I am looking forward to a long life with him. Call Natasha and she can get you with another mistress.""
+He told her good bye and I heard the door close. When she returned to the dungeon she was naked. She removed my cuffs and put her arms around me and kissed me deeply.
+""Take me to bed and make love to me Chris. I really need you.""
+That was the first time that we'd gone from dungeon play to lovemaking. We made love often, but rarely after a tie session. She always seemed to know when I needed to just make love to her, and generally I knew when she wanted that. Once while making love, I got into some kind of dominant mode and took charge. When I wanted her doggy style, I lifted up off of her and had her get on all fours. It didn't dawn on me until I was sawing into her that I had done that. The thought supercharged me and soon I was grabbing her hips and pounding into her.
+I know she came several times, and once I unloaded, we collapsed together. She turned to face me and kissed me. ""I loved that Chris.""
+""I love you too Deidre. You truly make me a happy man,"" I said returning her kiss. As we kissed I could feel my cock coming back to life.
+""Oh, we're not done yet are we?"" she said as she fondled my stiffening cock.
+""We'll never be done,"" I said as I moved into position to enter her again.
+* * * *
+Two months later we were in the laundry room. Being busy through the week we had to do all of our laundry in one day. We knew that most people in the complex used the swimming pool on Saturday afternoon so we usually chose that time to wash clothes.
+I had just loaded one washer with our delicates, and another with whites when I turned to see Deidre had a mischievous look in her eyes. I knew that look well, she was in ""mistress mode."" I wondered if we were going to go play before we were done or after. Either answer would have been wrong.
+She came close to me and for the first time I realized that she'd brought her coffee with her. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she ""spilled"" her coffee down the front of my shirt and pants.
+""Oopsy,"" she said. ""Now we have to wash that out."" She removed my shirt and threw it into the proper washing machine. She went to the basket and came up with some silk ropes.
+She sashayed over to me and tied one end of the rope to my left wrist. ""Put the rope up over the pipe Chris,"" she said indicating the pipe directly over my head. I did as she instructed and the she tied my right wrist.
+I wasn't too worried because it was hard to see my predicament unless you walked in and went to the end of the row of dryers. But my comfort level took a hit when Deidre announced that my pants had coffee on them too and removed them, leaving me naked in the laundry room. She put them in the washing machine and started it. For a while she sat and read. I could see her eyes dart to the front of the room every once in a while like someone was coming in. That made me nervous. I could see her nipples pushing at the fabric of her shirt, so I knew she was turned on. My arousal was even harder, pardon the pun, to miss.
+When the washing machines finished, she moved all of our clothes to the dryers. Just as she started them I heard someone come into the laundry. I was about to panic. Deidre calmly walked to the front and was talking to whoever had come in.
+I was relieved when I heard them start a washing machine and leave. Deidre came back to where I was. ""Oh that was so close,"" she said fondling my rock hard cock. ""Mrs. Temple was five feet away from you baby. She might have kept walking in and saw this.""
+She stroked my cock a few more times and then threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. Then she climbed onto a washing machine and flipped her skirt up. She had no panties on under her skirt. ""Fuck me baby,"" she said.
+From where I stood I was able to thrust about half of my cock into her. After several minutes she threw her arms around my neck again and pulled herself onto me fully. She wrapped her legs around me and rocked her hips. I was able to start swinging my hips increasing the action between us.
+She was able to bounce and meet my thrusts, and the sound of our flesh slapping together was louder that the drone of the dryers. I could feel my orgasm building and increased my thrusting. Deidre in turn doubled her efforts and I realized she was about to cum herself. When the first waves hit her, she bit into my shoulder to muffle her scream. I felt her juices running down my balls and thighs as I grunted and shot my load deep inside her. Our thrusts slowed and we stood there coupled and sweaty. I kissed her throat and shoulders. She then locked her lips onto mine. Moments later the dryers began shutting off. She dismounted me and untied my wrists. She lovingly handed me a shirt and pants from the dryer. I kissed her again deeply. As we broke the kiss I heard Mrs. Temple say, ""You two shouldn't do that in the public areas you know. The kids might run in here and see.""
+Deidre and I shared a look, and I knew we were thinking the same thing. I thought _""What would she have said if she'd been here five minutes earlier?""_
+We don't do that in public very often, especially now that we have our son. But once in a while we find a babysitter and go have an adventure. Of course at home the nursery displaced the dungeon, but everything fit into our bedroom just fine.
+I don't know how my life would have turned out without Deidre, but I count myself as one of the luckiest men on the planet to have her.
+* * * *
+ _Rest in peace Slyc, you will be sorely missed._"
+86,F6: Love on the Boat,PennLady,Chain Stories,2015-12-10,2015-12-10,2022-01-08 03:48:49,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f6-love-on-the-boat,A summer love is more unusual than expected.,"['Fawc', 'Romance', 'Summer Love', 'Yacht']",4.4,"This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y C. Each item was used in the story. There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.
+The list for this story includes: yacht; yarn; yearn; yodel
+* * * *
+At Slick Willie's, down by the docks, the week was not complete until Russ had had his say. As the sun set, the regulars came in, and the sounds of Slim Whitman, American yodeler extraordinaire, wafted out of the jukebox.
+ _""Turn that fucking shit off!""_
+Gabe shook his head, but smiled to himself as the Saturday night ritual began.
+""Who turned that on?"" Russ demanded. ""I'll shove it down their throats!""
+""Relax, Russ,"" said Gabe as he wiped the bar down. ""They just do it to get a rise out of you.""
+""Heard ol' Slim was the only way to get a rise out of Russ,"" said a patron at the bar. Guffaws followed as Russ glared at his fellow barmates.
+""Seriously?"" a new voice asked incredulously. ""This stuff?""
+Gabe looked down the row of rough-hewn faces that lined the bar stools and spotted a young guy, dark-haired and clean-shaven. It was Charlie, a nephew of one of the regulars.
+Phil, Charlie's uncle, grinned. ""You ain't heard that story?"" He laughed when Charlie shook his head. ""You stick around, you'll hear it tonight.""
+""Damn straight,"" agreed Dick Harkins. ""I've heard that yarn so many times I could make myself a sweater.""
+""The hell with all of you,"" said Russ grumpily. ""Gabe, gimme another."" Gabe slid a mug of beer down the bar and Russ caught it with practiced ease.
+Things quieted down as the regulars moved to tables where they could shoot the breeze for the rest of the night, bragging about the things they had done, and some they hadn't. Russ remained at the bar, glaring at the occasional asshole who got up and put Slim Whitman back on the jukebox.
+Charlie came up to the bar with a couple of empty glasses. ""Two more, Gabe.""
+""Sure."" Gabe grabbed the glasses and walked down the bar.
+""So, Russ, what is it with you and that song?"" Charlie asked.
+""Nothin'."" Russ took another pretzel and bit into it with the air of a man long-practiced in ignoring anyone within a three-foot radius.
+""Seriously, man."" Charlie nodded when Gabe brought the beers back. ""Looks like that had, you know, a major effect or something. Uncle Phil said you've been like that for, like, twenty years. What's up with that?""
+""Nothin'.""
+""Hold on."" Charlie took one of the beers to his uncle's table and hurried back to the bar. ""Look, Russ, I know how you feel.""
+Russ gave a sideways scoff, conveying complete disdain without looking at Charlie.
+""Honest to God, my best friend loved the song 'Desperado.' He moved away when we were like, twelve, and we lost touch. I can't hear the song without thinking of him. I know what it's like when a song gets under your skin.""
+This made Russ turn towards him. Charlie wilted before the expression of incredulity and disgust.
+""Fuckin' amateur,"" Russ said in amazement. ""You're kidding me. You think _that_ makes you know how I feel?""
+""Well, I¬—um—I—ah—""
+""You ever yearned for something, kid?""
+""What?"" Charlie blinked.
+""Yearned. Not just want something, or want it real bad. Not just wish you had it. You ever wanted something so bad you feel like you'd die for it? Like you'd die if you didn't get it? Like your very soul depends on getting whatever it is? You ever _yearn_ for anything?""
+""I don't know. I don't think so.""
+""Good. Honesty."" Russ nodded. ""Now we're getting somewhere. You really want to know about me an ol' Slim?""
+""Yes."" Charlie cracked a smile. ""I need some yarn to start my sweater.""
+""Get another beer.""
+* * * *
+ _Many years ago..._
+It was a gorgeous day and Russ Gardner whistled as he walked to work at the Dolphin Point Marina. He'd scored a summer job as caretaker on a yacht, thanks to his dad's connections with Trevor Hamilton, who owned the marina. Not only that, he'd get to live on the yacht; he relished the idea of not living under his parents' roof. He loved them, but well, they were parents.
+How bad could it be, he thought. Lots of sun, fresh air, maybe he'd even get to take the yacht out once in a while. He was twenty, home from college for the summer, and the living looked to be pretty easy.
+Russ walked down the dock to meet Mr. Hamilton, who had offered to give him a tour of the marina and yacht and help him settle in.
+""Ah, Russ."" Hamilton gave him a wide smile. It was only June, but the man already had a deep-summer tan. ""Good to see you.""
+""Hi, Mr. Hamilton."" Russ shook the proffered hand. ""Thanks again for helping me out with the job this summer. I really can't thank you enough.""
+Hamilton waved his thanks away. ""Don't mention it. My previous boat hand had to leave suddenly, and I was pleased when your dad told me you needed a job, and a place to stay. This should work out well. Wouldn't want to trust my baby to just anyone, you know."" He chuckled.
+""I'm glad you trust me, sir,"" said Russ.
+""Now, let's stop in here first and I'll introduce you to Melissa, our admin."" Hamilton strode forward and pulled the office door open, then stepped back for Russ to enter.
+Once inside, Russ pulled off his baseball cap and shivered. The cool air inside made for a stark contrast with the early summer heat. He looked around, but the office was empty.
+""She must be in the back,"" said Hamilton. ""I'll get her. Melissa? Melissa!"" he called as he walked toward the back of the office.
+""Coming!"" There was a pause and then a woman with honey-blond hair came into the room. ""Hi, Dad. What are you doing here?""
+""Just wanted to introduce you to Russ Gardner. He'll be taking care of the _Call_ this summer. Russ, this is my daughter, Melissa.""
+""Hi, nice to meet you."" Melissa came over with a smile and held out her hand.
+""You too,"" Russ said, although he wasn't sure how. His brain had frozen the moment he'd seen her.
+""Have you seen the _Call_ yet?"" she asked.
+Russ tried to reply, couldn't form the words and was relieved when her father stepped in. ""We're just headed there now, thought we'd stop here on our way down.""
+""Okay, well, good to meet you Russ. See you later, Dad. Excuse me, I need to get some more files."" Melissa waved good-bye and walked into the back room. The two men stepped outside and continued down the dock.
+""Here's the _Indian Love Call_ ,"" Hamilton said as they came to the slip. He beamed. ""Isn't she grand?""
+""Yes, sir,"" said Russ, and it was true.
+The _Indian Love Call_ was a 65-foot thing of beauty. The lines were clean, the mahogany accents gleamed, and the sails hung pure white against the blue sky. Russ could imagine sailing away and living on the yacht, never coming back to dry land. Melissa's face popped into his head, and he imagined sailing away with her. Then he dropped the thought when he remembered her father was standing next to him.
+""Come along, and I'll show you where everything is."" Hamilton stepped onto the boat and held out a hand to steady Russ as he came across.
+Somehow Russ got through the rest of the day. He forced himself to pay attention to Hamilton's instructions, but it was a tough job. Melissa kept slipping into his thoughts, and it was almost impossible to push her aside and concentrate on the yacht. It seemed rude.
+""I think that's everything, Russ,"" said Hamilton. ""Why don't you take some time, get yourself settled, and come over to our place for dinner tonight?""
+""Oh, thank you, sir, but I don't want to impose.""
+""Nonsense. My wife is looking forward to meeting you, and I thought we could talk about college and what you might be planning to do afterwards.""
+Melissa or no Melissa, Russ knew he couldn't pass on a chance to network with someone like Trevor Hamilton. ""I appreciate it, sir. What time should I be there?""
+""Melissa will get you when she's done at the office, somewhere between five and six. Is that all right?""
+Oh god, yes, thought Russ. ""Yes, sir, that'll be great. Thanks again,"" he said.
+It didn't take long for Russ to stow his gear, so he spent some time exploring the yacht on his own. He was good with boats¬—he'd been on them with his dad since practically before he could walk—but he'd never been on anything like this. The _Indian Love Call_ was to his previous experience like living in a mansion after growing up in a one-room bungalow.
+I could get used to this, he thought.
+He checked his watch and saw that he still had a couple of hours before Melissa—the beautiful, gorgeous Melissa—would show up. No matter how many times he reminded himself that she was his boss' daughter, he couldn't tamp down the thoughts of her.
+Her skin had looked soft and sun-kissed; her smile would melt Jack Frost's heart. Her body was—here he was able to redirect his thoughts, because jacking off on the boat of his new employer, his father's friend, was not a line he was ready to cross. However, given Melissa, he could see where he might, one day, put a certain part of his anatomy over the line.
+Russ spent the time wandering around the docks, meeting some of the other caretakers, and occasionally another owner. They all seemed friendly enough; Russ supposed that the love of boats and being on the water acted as something of an equalizer.
+As it got closer to five, Russ returned to the _Call_ for a shower. He laid out his cleanest khaki shorts and a white golf shirt. Grabbing some soap and shampoo, he stepped into the bathroom, which was small but functional.
+He cleaned up and stepped out to get dressed.
+""Oh! I'm sorry! I called but no one answered.""
+Russ jumped, kept his towel in place, and swallowed in a dry throat. There was Melissa Hamilton, framed in the sunlight that shone down into the entryway.
+And there he was, wet, barely covered with a towel at the waist, hoping his sudden erection wasn't obvious.
+""Um. Hi. I was—um—shower.""
+""Yes, I see."" Melissa smiled, tilted her head a little, and looked at him. ""I'll just wait topside until you're done. Bye."" She turned and walked up the stairs. Russ could only stare at her ass as she went.
+""Oh my god,"" he managed after she left. He forced himself to take his time and get ready, praying that his hard-on went down. By the time he had finished it all, he was satisfied he wouldn't embarrass himself, and went topside.
+Melissa was sitting by the rail, looking out at the bay.
+""Hi. Hope I didn't keep you waiting,"" Russ said.
+""Nope, I was just enjoying the view."" She smiled at him. ""It's so quiet at this time of day right now. Pretty soon it won't be, with everyone coming and going all the time. Speaking of going, shall we?""
+""Sure.""
+Russ let out a low whistle when he saw Melissa's car, a Mustang that tugged at his heart.
+""Wow, that is some car.""
+""Thanks. I've wanted one for a long time, saved up, and now I've got it."" She grinned. ""With a little help from my dad, I admit, but not much. Come on, let's go.""
+The drive was short, and they didn't talk but to exchange some basic information. Russ told her he was majoring in math, and Melissa said she was studying for an MBA.
+""My mom thinks it's very boring, and I won't need it, but I like it and don't intend to stay home all the time,"" Melissa told him. ""This summer I'm working at the marina, but next year I'd like to intern somewhere else.""
+""Sounds great,"" said Russ, impressed. ""I couldn't find anything near school to hold me over for the summer, so your dad's offer was a real windfall.""
+""Do you think you'll teach?"" Melissa asked as she pulled into the driveway.
+""I'll probably have to be a teaching assistant at some point, but I don't think I'd make it as a professor. I'm not quite sure yet, so I'll keep looking."" Russ looked up at the house. It was big, but not imposing, reminding him a bit of Trevor Hamilton himself.
+""We're here,"" Melissa called as she opened the door.
+""Oh, good, I was starting to worry."" A woman who could only be Melissa's mother came to meet them. ""Hello, Russ, how are you?""
+""Fine, Mrs. Hamilton, thanks,"" he said and leaned in to accept her kiss on the cheek.
+""Oh, call me Irene, please. You'll have to say hello to your parents for me when you talk to them."" Irene led them into the kitchen. ""Trevor, the kids are here.""
+""Hello, sweetie."" Hamilton stood and gave Melissa a hug, then held a hand out to Russ. ""Good to see you.""
+""You, too, sir. Thanks again for the invitation.""
+""Don't be silly,"" said Irene. ""I know there's no food on that boat. I'll send you with some leftovers for sandwiches when you go.""
+""Irene, I'm sure Russ can fend for himself,"" her husband said.
+""I'm sure he can, but no sense letting the food go to waste. Now everyone, sit. It's all ready."" Irene shooed them to the table.
+Russ enjoyed the dinner, but couldn't ignore the undercurrent of tension with Melissa. It wasn't bad or uncomfortable, just . . . noticeable. She made no secret of studying him, or smiling at him. There was no attempt at anything else, but he had the feeling that she might be amenable to more than a dinner with her parents.
+After a dessert of homemade apple pie, which he was unable to refuse after Irene's insistence, he found himself back in the Mustang with Melissa. As they drove along the dark roads, with streetlights few and far between, she turned on the radio, leaving some jazz playing softly.
+""That was some dinner,"" Russ said. ""Your mom's a great cook.""
+""Yeah, she is. And thanks, I'll tell her you said so.""
+Russ wished he could think of more to say, to spend more time with Melissa, but all too soon she pulled into the marina's parking lot.
+""Thanks for the ride. I guess I'll see you around,"" he said as he got out.
+Melissa stepped out as well. ""Here, I'll walk you to the _Call_. I need to walk off that pie.""
+""No, you don't,"" Russ said before he could stop himself. Grateful for the darkness, he felt his face heat up. ""I mean, um, you look great and the pie doesn't matter and—""
+She laughed. ""Thanks, Russ, that's sweet."" With that, she took his hand and began walking.
+Once on the yacht, Russ felt awkward. He couldn't exactly offer her coffee—he wasn't sure there was any coffee to offer—and the quarters were tight. And since what he really wanted to do didn't involve a whole lot of talking, he felt stuck.
+Melissa watched him for a minute, then laughed again. ""Russ, relax, I won't bite.""
+He cleared his throat. ""No? Well, that's good, because—""
+She stepped over to him and leaned in close. ""I won't bite, at least, unless you want me to.""
+With that, she kissed him.
+Russ was paralyzed for a moment by this unexpected fulfillment of his wishes. Her lips were lush and warm, and when she pressed her body against his, he groaned. There was no hiding his physical reaction this time.
+Melissa broke the kiss, pulling away but not ending the bodily contact. ""You're pretty good at that.""
+""Thanks.""
+""We should try it again.""
+""Okay."" Then it hit him, who he was with, and where. ""Wait. That's not a great idea. I mean, it's a _great_ idea, but your dad would probably not be happy.""
+""Don't worry about that,"" she assured him. ""I can handle it. But you're right, we need to wait.""
+""We do?""
+""Yes. But it's okay."" She leaned up and gave him a long kiss. ""It's just we don't have anything to set the mood. I don't mean to be picky but I do like a certain . . . ambiance.""
+""Okay. Ambiance is good.""
+""Tell you what, why don't we plan to see a movie after I finish work on Friday? We can come back here afterwards.""
+""All right. That works.""
+""Great. See you then."" After one final, lingering kiss, Melissa left the _Call_.
+* * * *
+""Oh, a summer love story, huh?"" Charlie grinned. ""Got a couple of those myself.""
+""Stop interrupting."" Russ glared at him. ""You think this is as simple as some stupid teenage romance?""
+""Sorry, sorry,"" Charlie said hastily.
+""Shut up and listen.""
+* * * *
+ _Back at the marina..._
+For the next few days, Russ was in a fog. It had hit him late the next day, when he realized he hadn't seen Melissa at all, and it hit him like a punch in the gut.
+He wanted her, he longed for her. No, he realized, he _yearned_ for her. He'd never felt like that about a girl before, and wondered what it meant. Waiting another three days to see her seemed impossible.
+He didn't need to wait, he realized. He could go see her at the admin office. True, he had no official reason to go, but so what? He could just go and say hi, to be friendly. Maybe bring her a coffee or something.
+The next morning, he headed out early to find some coffee and take it to the office. On the way back, he got nervous. What if she'd forgotten? What if that had been some apple-pie-induced fit and she didn't like him at all? Or if she'd been teasing him, just to see what he'd do?
+Come on, he said to himself, be a man. You're taking her coffee, not an engagement ring. Get a grip.
+He took a deep breath and stepped into the office. It was empty. He didn't know whether he was relieved or not. Perhaps he could just leave the coffee on her desk, with a note, and not have to see her and have his dream bubble popped.
+""Hey, how are you?"" Melissa came out with a file in her hand. ""What's this?""
+""Oh, I was just out getting some coffee and thought you might like some."" He raised one of the cups to her. ""I wasn't sure how you take it. There's some sugar and cream in my pocket.""
+""Is there now?"" she said, a sly note to her voice.
+""Um, yeah."" Russ reddened.
+""Well, a little sugar and cream never hurt anyone, did they?""
+""No, I guess not.""
+She gave him a coy look as she added the sugar and cream to her coffee, then took a sip. ""Mmmm. Thanks, just what I needed. Up too late last night.""
+""Oh, sorry. I won't keep you, just wanted to say hi.""
+""Don't be sorry, some things are worth being up for."" She chuckled. ""And Russ, don't worry, we're still on for Friday.""
+""Good. Yeah, cool."" Russ tried to be nonchalant and knew he had likely failed. He couldn't care, though, now that he had confirmation from Melissa. Knowing that the kiss had not resulted from an overload of apple pie picked his self- confidence up a little.
+The phone rang and Melissa moved to answer it. Russ gave her a quick wave and stepped out of the office, feeling much better than when he'd gone in.
+Friday couldn't come too soon for Russ. Once he got into the routine of maintaining the yacht, he realized he had little else to do, and so he'd think about Melissa. Think about her, long for her, yearn for her.
+In his mind, she was as beautiful as a siren. He imagined how soft her hair was, how silky her skin. He dreamed of how she would feel against him, of how he'd feel inside her, and then he'd have to go take a cold shower.
+When at last Friday evening arrived, he could only hope to keep himself in check. He'd taken coffee twice more, solely to see her, and both times she'd seemed pleased. That was a good sign, he thought. Both times, she'd said she was looking forward to Friday. He couldn't ask for much more than that.
+This time, Russ decided to keep some control of the situation. He showered long before she would be done work, and walked up to the office to meet her. He did not want to start his evening with a repeat of their first—well, second—meeting.
+When he walked into the office, Melissa looked up and smiled. ""Right on time. Hang on, I'm almost finished.""
+""Take your time."" Russ sat and picked up one of the boating magazines on the table.  
+""Okay, done,"" she said after a few minutes. ""Let's get out of here. Shall we get some dinner?""
+""Sure. Anything in particular you want?""
+""Italian! I haven't had that in ages.""
+""Sounds great."" Russ grinned, pleased that her choice matched his own. ""How about Mama Gina's?""
+""Perfect. And it's right down the street from the movies.""
+""Then let's get started."" Russ held the door for her.
+""Such a gentleman,"" she said, and kissed his cheek on the way out. Russ jumped as her hand brushed his crotch. Hoping it wasn't an accident, he followed her to the car.
+Dinner at Mama Gina's was delicious, and Russ was pleased that he didn't spill any red sauce on himself. It was the little things, he told himself, that made all the difference and buoyed his confidence. When Melissa would lean forward for another breadstick, revealing more of her cleavage, he savored the view instead of averting his eyes, and could tell she liked it.
+During the movie, he took a chance and put his hand on Melissa's knee. When she covered his hand with hers and slid it slightly higher, he was glad the darkness hid his ridiculous grin. The night, he thought, was shaping up splendidly.
+In the car on the way back to the marina, she turned on the radio again. Expecting more jazz, Russ was puzzled when a ululating, falsetto voice came out.
+""What's this?"" he asked.
+""It's Slim Whitman."" She laughed. ""Can't help it. Love it when he yodels.""
+""Really? Can't say I've ever really listened to him much. I'm more of a rock'n'roll kind of guy.""
+""That's good, too, I like a good beat, but yodeling is really amazing. Takes a lot of practice and breath control.""
+""No kidding."" Russ was nonplussed, but let it go. Everyone had a quirk, and this seemed harmless enough. He sure as hell wasn't going to let Slim Whitman interfere with what he thought was going to happen later.
+The marina was quiet once again as they walked down to the slip where the _Indian Love Call_ was tied up. Russ held Melissa's hand to steady her as she came on board. The boat rocked and she stumbled against him. He caught her, one hand landing on the side of her breast.
+""Sorry,"" they said in unison, then laughed.
+""Come on down,"" Russ said, and they went down the ladder and into a small room with cushioned benches around the side.
+""Want some coffee?"" he asked. ""I stocked up on some basics.""
+""Maybe later."" Melissa traced a finger down his jaw. ""I had some other plans.""
+""Yeah, I was just offering."" He ran his hand over her bare shoulder. ""Just being friendly.""
+""Let's get more friendly, and more comfortable,"" Melissa purred. She raised up and kissed him, her lips soft against his.
+This time Russ was ready, and responded accordingly. His arms came up around her, molding her lush body against his. Her breasts, full and warm, pressed against his chest while her hips ground against his crotch. He groaned, this time with pleasure, and reciprocated the movement, pleased he had no need to hide his reaction.
+""Come on,"" Melissa said. ""I know where we can get more comfortable."" She took his hand and led him to a bedroom. Like most rooms on the yacht, it was designed for function more than aesthetics, although some thought had been given to that as well. There was more mahogany wood on the walls, and a couple of matching nightstands on either side of the large, king-size bed.
+""I always liked this room,"" he said. ""I stay in the smaller one, though. Don't need this much space.""
+""Oh, we're going to need lots of space,"" said Melissa.
+She kissed him again, fiercely, then backed away. With a saucy grin, she undid the knot at the waist of her dress, then let it fall.
+""Beautiful,"" Russ breathed, and she was. Her lacy red bra contained the plushest, roundest breasts he'd ever seen. Her nipples pressed against the satiny material and his mouth all but watered at the idea of taking them in his mouth.
+His eyes traveled down, over her waist and abdomen to where matching red panties sat low on her body, drawing his gaze to what he knew must be paradise. He moaned at the idea of those long, strong legs wrapped around him. He hoped she'd leave the red heels on.
+""Your turn,"" she said
+He was happy to oblige, stripping down to his boxers. ""Ta da.""
+Melissa laughed. ""Very nice. One more thing."" She stepped over to a stereo set into the wall and hit some buttons.
+Russ wilted slightly as Slim Whitman's distinctive yodel came through the speakers.
+Before he could comment, Melissa put a finger over his lips, then slid it between them. ""I know it's a little unusual,"" she said, ""but I can't help it. The yodeling, it turns me on."" She moved her finger back and forth, just a little. ""You don't mind, do you, Russ?"" She pulled her hand back and traced the lace of her bra with her still-wet finger.
+* * * *
+""You okay, junior?"" Russ asked.
+""Wh—what?"" Charlie sputtered.
+Russ gave a dry chuckle. ""You just looked like it was maybe getting a little much for you. Some people do say it's a hell of a yarn."" He nodded downward.
+Charlie blushed. ""No, I'm good.""
+""All right then.""
+* * * *
+ _Back on the boat..._
+""No, no, I don't mind at all."" Russ crushed her against him, yearning to feel all of her body against his, not caring about the falsetto tones floating in the air.
+He cupped her ass and kneaded the flesh, lifting her so that at last, her legs wrapped around his waist. Laughing, managing not to stumble, they made it to the bed.
+Russ unhooked her bra and slid it down, marveling at the sight before him. Melissa cried out in approval as he put his hands and mouth on her breasts, fulfilling another of his many daydreams. They both moved to get rid of their remaining garments.
+""Yes, Russ, oh ye-ess!"" she called out as he moved to taste her most intimate spot.
+Her voice jumped up to a higher register at the end, and Russ was smugly pleased that he'd had such an effect. His tongue darted in and out, around her folds, finding the cluster of nerves that sent shudders through her body.
+""Oh! _Oh!_ Russ, now! Please!"" Melissa's nails scratched at his shoulders, urging him to come up.
+Needing no second urging, Russ crawled up, stretching his body over hers, trailing kisses over her abdomen and once again worshipping her breasts before he positioned himself to slide his cock inside her hot, wet body.
+""Oh, god, yes,"" he said through gritted teeth. It took an effort of will not to come immediately. When he felt he had some control, he moved back and thrust forward again, finding a rhythm to please them both.
+Concentrating as he was, Slim Whitman's voice disappeared altogether. Russ' world was small but satisfying: Melissa, her sighs of pleasure, and her slick, velvet body surrounding his.
+He could feel his orgasm coming, and knew that nothing would hold it off for much longer. Still, he reveled in feeling Melissa's body tighten around his, knowing her climax was coming, too.
+""Russ! Yes, I'm so close! Don't stop! Oh! Oh! _Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh-ee-oh-ee-oh!_ ""
+Slim Whitman Russ could ignore, but her ululation he could not. He kept moving, as though on autopilot, as her orgasm continued. The physical sensations were incredible: her muscles tightened around his cock and her hips moved frantically while her nails dug into his skin.
+Despite that, his orgasm faded. He held himself up on his arms, breathing hard as Melissa came down from her climax.
+""Oh, wow. That was amazing."" She gave a breathless laugh and pushed a tangle of hair out of her eyes. ""You are amazing. Oh, you poor thing.""
+""What? No, no I'm fine, I just—"" Russ stuttered.
+""It's okay, sweetie. I understand."" Melissa propped up on her elbows and gave him a kiss. ""It's my fault.""
+""No—""
+""It is, it's okay. Go on, move back.""
+Russ did, reluctantly leaving the warmth of her body. She pushed and prodded until Russ lay back on the bed, his erection at half-mast due to surprise and temperature change.
+""Now, it's not your fault, really,"" she said. ""Just relax. I know my little fetish, if you will, is kind of out there. But I promise, there are things that balance it out. Just relax.""
+Melissa slid down his body and took his cock in her mouth. Russ relaxed, tuned out the music, and enjoyed the sensations. Her tongue fluttered around his shaft, her lips tightened and relaxed, and soon he was back to full hardness.
+""Melissa..."" he said on a sigh.
+""It's not over yet,"" she said, and winked. ""Remember, I said it's all about the breath control.""
+She put her mouth over him again and made a high-pitched, muffled sound. Russ' eyes rolled back in his head; he'd never experienced anything like this before. Melissa did things no woman had before, and he doubted ever would again.
+The vibrations were too much for him too last too long, and Russ exploded. His climax was intense enough that he thought he might black out, but he only got as far as gray. When he could think coherently again, Melissa was stretched out next to him on the bed, rubbing him down with a soft towel.
+""Wow. Wow.""
+She laughed softly. ""I take it you enjoyed that?""
+""Wow.""
+She laughed again and lay her head on his shoulder. ""I am sorry, though. I never know whether to say something beforehand. It's . . . well, it's weird, I know.""
+""Weird isn't bad. Weird can be good. I thought it was good.""
+""Did you?"" She moved to look at him, her expression anxious. ""It's okay, you don't have to lie. Like I said—""
+""I'm not lying."" Russ covered her hand with his. ""Honest to god, you surprised me, but wow, it was all worth it.""
+""So we can, maybe, do it again sometime?""
+""Like now? I might need a minute. It's my first yodel job."" They both burst out laughing at that before settling down.
+After a few moments of quiet, Melissa asked, ""Russ, you said you were studying math, right?""
+""Sure, yeah.""
+Melissa gave him a sideways look. ""I was wondering if you might be able to help me. Dad needs help with the accounts and I just don't have the time with everything else. Would you be able to spare some time for that? I'm sure bookkeeping is way below what you do with math, but I'd really appreciate it.""
+""Yeah, no problem."" The idea of spending more time with her was something he couldn't turn down. Also, he could use the money.
+""I'll clear it with Dad."" She snuggled up. ""I have to go, but I'll talk to you tomorrow.""
+Russ protested her leaving, but she insisted. ""It's late already, Mom and Dad will worry. I want Dad in a good mood when I bring up the bookkeeping.""
+For the rest of the summer, Russ and Melissa were inseparable. He worked in the office on the books, even finding ways for Mr. Hamilton to cut expenses and increase profit.
+When they were sure they wouldn't be discovered, or even if they ran a small risk, Melissa played Slim Whitman and they had sex in the back room. Sometimes Russ would put it on himself, grinning when he saw Melissa's reaction and her efforts to get into the back room as quickly as possible.
+All was well until they were a bit too reckless. On a hot August day, with college looming for both of them, they were anxious for as much time as they could get. Melissa put the ""Closed for lunch"" sign out early and turned on the music. Their song was ""Indian Love Call;"" it couldn't be anything else. They slipped into the back and out of their clothing.
+The only thing they had forgotten was to lock the door.
+Trevor Hamilton found them. The mood was ruined instantly: he was enraged, they were embarrassed. Russ was ordered to get his things and leave the marina. Melissa protested, but her father stormed out and waited by the _Indian Love Call_ as Russ retrieved his belongings, giving them no chance to say good-bye.
+The last thing Russ saw before he trudged away was Melissa's tear-stained face.
+* * * *
+""Wow."" Charlie blinked, drank some beer, blinked again. ""So, what happened then?""
+Russ shrugged. ""I went back to school, she went back to school. I got a job close to school the next summer, interning with a chemical company. She got her MBA, married a guy, had a couple kids.""
+""Ah, man. That's rough, Russ.""
+""Yeah, it was."" Russ drained his glass. ""All right, kid. Time for this old man to head home. Get enough of the yarn?""
+Charlie grinned. ""I think I could start that sweater, yeah.""
+Russ settled his tab and shrugged into his coat while Charlie nursed his beer. Then Charlie said, ""Hey, Russ, how many times have you told that story?""
+""I dunno. Not enough, I guess. Someone always asks. Night, Charlie. Make sure Phil gets home in one piece."" Russ grabbed a plastic bag off the counter.
+""What's that?"" Charlie asked.
+Russ grinned. ""New Slim Whitman CD. Present for the wife."""
+87,F6: Of Love and Laundry,NaokoSmith,Chain Stories,2015-12-10,2015-12-10,2022-01-08 03:48:50,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f6-of-love-and-laundry,Sex and sexism on and off the campus.,"['Fawc', 'Oral', 'Romance', 'Titfuck']",4.39,"This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y C. Each item was used in the story. There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.
+The list for this story includes: lecturer, licorice, laundry room, lech
+* * * *
+""Dawkins is such an asshole,"" Jim grumbled.
+Chloe made an affirmative consolatory noise as she continued to take clean dishes out of the dishwasher, wipe them dry and put them away. Her husband hung around, leaning on the kitchen counter, pushing his finger round his plate to collect toast crumbs off it.
+""How did the interviews go?"" Chloe asked obligingly as she stacked mugs on their shelf.
+Jim snorted. ""That fucking idiot. He tried to get us to take some wet behind the ears kid for the lectureship, some protégé of his from his previous institution. There was another candidate who was head and shoulders above the rest, already got a couple of papers published -- and in my field, someone I can do good work with. Dawkins just couldn't see it, kept driveling on about her teaching experience not being up to par -- like anyone cares about teaching for a lectureship. He's got it in for me, jealous because of the research grants I'm pulling in.""
+""More likely, he's being so dumb because she's a woman!"" Chloe's attention had been caught now. She turned from the cutlery holder full of sparkling spoons and put her hands on her comely plump hips, jutted her large breasts up at Jim. Her dark eyes flashed indignantly.
+""Yeah, like an attractive young woman can't have a brain,"" Jim conceded.
+""Oh!"" Chloe started laughing. ""An _attractive_ young woman.""
+""Well, sure, I suppose,"" Jim felt suddenly embarrassed. He tried to suppress a flush of color rising in his cheeks, stiffen his frowning gaze, ignore a different stiffness in the crotch of his pants. He shuffled, turning his eyes from the small plump woman who was laughing as she continued to put away the clean cutlery. ""My point is, what's that got to do with the appointment?""
+""I hope you and the other fuddy-duddies won't find her hash tag distractingly sexy,"" Chloe sniggered.
+""For God's sake,"" Jim said angrily. ""It's a professional working environment. Nobody gives a fuck what she looks like."" He thought about Dr. Helen Buchan. She was a natural redhead with curving hips and a slim waist apparent even in a somber gray skirt suit. She had answered all their questions with an engaging grave intelligence then suddenly, at the end of her interview, she cracked a joke. Her eyes -- were they gray or green? -- sparkled. A mouth nude of lipstick but so moist and succulent that makeup might even have made it less attractive, puckered in a kiss of a laugh.
+He suspected that he was not the only one of the panel of senior academics distracted from her presentation by her legs as she walked up and down in front of them, speaking to her PowerPoint slides. Fortunately she had prepared handouts with sufficient information in them for himself and the other panel members to argue down the Department Head's asinine objections to her appointment.
+""Oh yeah?"" Chloe said. ""None of you fuddy-duddies give a fuck for an attractive woman?"" There was an uncomfortable pause. ""Here are your sandwiches, honey,"" Chloe's rich dark voice deepened with affection, she came and gave him a kiss on the cheek, handing him a lunch box. She put her own lunch in the bag she had prepared much earlier, even before she had fed the two kids and got them out of the door to school.
+""Would you like me to drop you at the shelter?"" Jim offered.
+""Awwww, thank you,"" Chloe said. ""I need to be back early this afternoon, for the delivery of that new set of golf clubs you ordered. I better take my car.""
+Technically Dr. Buchan's appointment came under the aegis of the Head of Teaching: Matt Carver. However it was generally understood that Helen Buchan had been appointed because her research interests were close to those of Jim's team so it fell to Jim to meet her on her first day: show her her office, introduce her to the department administrators.
+Normally he just wore an open-necked shirt to work. In honor of the occasion he picked out a gray silk tie the kids had given him one Christmas. (He would have done the same if the appointee had been male, of course.)
+Helen Buchan was clad in a figure-hugging warm red dress that flattered curves which needed no enhancement of their sexy appeal. Jim managed with difficulty to keep his eyes out of a plunging neckline above which danced a golden pendant in a shape he could not concentrate sufficiently to make out. Thankfully once they got seriously down to it ... down to work, she would be in a white lab coat. It wouldn't matter a toss what she wore underneath. Well, one or two of the team might toss off thinking about it but that would be nothing to do with the job in hand ... the collective tasks of the project team.
+Helen looked suitably impressed by the large office she'd been given -- as well she might. Its late occupant had been an emeritus Professor of some eminence.
+""You may have to share the space,"" Jim warned her. ""We got you this room so you could be close to the team, not down with the other lecturers.""
+""Thank you,"" Helen was tall but by dint of lowering her head she managed to look through her lashes at Prof. Hunter when she smiled. He felt like a favorite uncle. He dashed off a grin at her and suggested they go down to the lab. His less senior colleague was working from home that day, because of yet another childcare crisis, but the two research assistants would be setting up the next stage of the experiment. Oh, and there was Davey the technician too.
+""That would be great!"" Helen enthused. ""Nice tie,"" she murmured as he showed her out of the door.
+""Uh ... thanks,"" Jim stammered. He wished later he had murmured back: ""Nice dress."" On further reflection he was glad he hadn't.
+In a burst of generosity, Jim took the team out to lunch and treated them to a couple of bottles of wine. To his annoyance, Davey sat himself next to Helen and spent the meal staring down her cleavage. Distracted by this, Jim lost the chance to get the junior team members talking about the project and was obliged to listen to them grumbling about the lack of affordable accommodation in the city.
+""It's the bloody students,"" laughed Liam (he was in the second year of his PhD), oozing Irish charm at Helen Buchan. ""They price us out of everything, so they do.""
+""I've got a list of realtors who have places to rent,"" even Brian, the shy steady one who had nearly finished his PhD, was coming out of his shell for the new colleague.
+""Thanks,"" Helen said, leaning over the table to place a hand on Brian's. This brought her cleavage with the golden ... thing dangling in it right into Jim's eyeline. ""I've got a place, though. I've taken up a position in one of the dormitories. I keep an eye on the girls and get a little apartment to myself. Even get paid for it so I can save up for a deposit on a place of my own.""
+""Sounds grand,"" Liam enthused.
+""I have to do my laundry in the communal laundry room,"" Helen said, leaning back again and flashing her gray-green eyes round at the table of men. Everyone was flushed and excited -- with the wine -- by this time. ""The machines get up enough angular velocity to give you quite a ride,"" her lovely long lashes dropped over one sparkling eye in a wink.
+Davey choked on his wine and spluttered into his pasta puttanesca.
+The Hunters had a regular weekend fixture as a family. They would nearly always spend Sundays with Jim's colleague and his family and with neighbors they were friends with. Jim Hunter and Les Bryant had been squash partners as well as longstanding colleagues but Les had never quite been a match for Jim's aggression on the court. Fortunately Chloe had found out that her neighbor- friend's surgeon husband was a keen squash player in need of a partner. The three families all had kids of the same age; Chloe's willingness in an emergency to take the kids when they were younger (the two other mothers worked full time) drew them closer together. Most Sundays the men, and perhaps Rita Bryant who was an amateur champion, played golf in the morning then everyone repaired to one of the houses for lunch.
+They were at the Mendozas' house that Sunday, gathered up in the kitchen as usual sipping wine and chatting while the kids played all over the house. Frank Mendoza was ribbing Jim for skipping on their match the previous Tuesday.
+""I had to go through exam papers with our new lecturer,"" Jim protested. ""She's not familiar with our system.""
+""Oh-h-h,"" Rita Bryant giggled. ""From the sound of it, anyone could be excused missing a mere squash match to spend one-on-one time with her instead.""
+Jim felt the irritating blush rising in his cheeks. He frowned and managed to keep from fingering his open collar. He simply smiled in a pitying way, like Rita had no business to make insinuations about another working woman.
+He repressed the memory of Helen Buchan, scooting her chair in close beside his at his desk, leaning in to look at the suggestion he had written on her draft exam paper. Her finely manicured finger with the glossy polished nail had come to rest so close to his finger that they were almost touching. That way she had of tilting her head down so that in spite of her height she was looking up at you through her lashes with a cunning smile. She was so close, her perfume came in hazy warm alluring wafts up his nostrils. He sat back in his chair, moving his finger from hers, from the question he was indicating. She sat back too, the golden pendant flashing back to bounce above the deep cleft of her cleavage. He sat forward to hide the tenting erection in the crotch of his pants.
+""...expand the team,"" he had missed what Les was saying but he knew it must be about their hopes to get funding for a third research assistant.
+""You need to expand to four,"" Chloe remarked. ""With the university regulations, you could ask for some of Dr. Buchan's teaching time to be allocated to PhD supervision then. That way, she would have more time for the project rather than non-specific undergraduate teaching.""
+""God, you're right!"" Les laughed. ""You're always so on the ball with these things, Chloe.""
+Jim grinned and slipped an arm around the familiar curve of her shoulders. She was so much smaller than him so it was natural for her to look up at him when she smiled. He used to call her his pocket rocket. What kids he and she had been, he thought wistfully.
+""How are things at the shelter?"" Rita asked.
+""We're like you guys,"" Chloe joked, ""always chasing funding."" There was no real comparison between the shelter for battered wives where Chloe volunteered two mornings per week, and the prestigious well-funded research team Jim headed up. The women and children at the shelter survived on chicken-feed handouts.
+""We've got a big funding application for some new money through a crime prevention grant program,"" Chloe said. ""Trouble is, we're not really prevention -- we're picking up the pieces afterwards. The money will probably go to some asshat bunch of guys who put up posters saying: 'Get so drunk you can't hit her properly then you won't leave a mark'.""
+The men laughed uneasily. Rita said she wished she could do more and offered to take the kids after school one day so Chloe could work on the application. ""You have my kids often enough when Les and I both have to work,"" she said. ""I'll look it through and make some recommendations about legal aspects too."" Rita was a family lawyer and often represented the women from the shelter.
+""That would really help!"" Chloe said. ""Hey, one of the women at the shelter told me the funniest story. She saw this kid's picture on Facebook of a stick figure woman holding what looks like a pole, with a group of men applauding her. Under the picture is a note to the kid's teacher saying: _Dear Miss Jones. I would like to explain that I am not a pole dancer. Last winter I shoveled the snow from our sidewalk before any of the guys got around to it, and all my neighbors came out to applaud me for it. The picture is of me holding the handle of my snow shovel_.""
+The group broke up with laughter. Karen Mendoza was shouting from the oven: ""What's so funny? What is it?""
+""Let me give you a hand. Ben! Sarah! Come and lay the table,"" Frank went to help Karen with the food, still laughing.
+After lunch, the men loaded the dishwasher and made coffee. The women cozied up in the living room, expelling a couple of recalcitrant kids who tried to sneak in to watch YouTube videos on the TV.
+""So,"" Rita turned to Karen with a snigger. ""How was the show?""
+Karen was still cradling half a glass of red wine. She looked up from it, sniggering in reply. ""Oh my God,"" she said. ""I was a bit ... when Frank said his team wanted to go to the burlesque! I thought that was stripping. One of the nurses has been going to classes, they do a group act at the show, and she asked the team to come and support her. Well! I like Cindy. She insisted it would be fun, not sleazy, so I agreed.
+""It was just so funny! She was right, it's not a bit sleazy,"" Rita made a mock face of regret. ""No no, it is sexy. In a good way. They have these lovely costumes, the women are all shapes and sizes. They're enjoying themselves, the audience is enjoying themselves. I was hoarse with screaming the next day! and not just from whooping and hollering at the show."" Karen sniggered and confessed: ""By the time we got home, Frank was so worked up from seeing all those fabulous women in their garters, he hustled me out of the cab and straight upstairs -- that's the best sex I've had in years.""
+Rita fell about laughing. Chloe made a polite smile.
+""That's not all. He had already got me what I'd asked for Christmas: a casserole dish. The next day we went online, before you brought the kids back, Chloe. He ordered me the most beautiful corset: rosettes, ribbons, garters. I can't wait for Christmas Day this year! although I'll have to open that one with Frank in private.""
+""We should go to a show together,"" Rita suggested eagerly.
+""Definitely,"" Karen exclaimed. ""It's more of a women's thing. We girls should make a night out of it.""
+""I'm not sure it's for me,"" Chloe said.
+""Honestly, Chloe,"" Karen said. ""It's all about celebrating women's bodies. Feminist. It's not a strip tease. Come on, give it a go at least. There's a show on in January, we can have a post-Christmas night out. You'll have worked hard enough for it.""
+Chloe rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out. The other women would go back to parents who did most of the cooking at Christmas. Chloe would not only have her parents to stay, Jim's difficult mother and his sister's family would all come over to be cooked for and to pick fights with each other which Chloe would have to mediate.
+""Come on, Chloe,"" Rita urged.
+""I'll see,"" Chloe temporised.
+""That's not like you,"" Karen said. ""You were quiet at lunch, too. Are you OK? Everything alright with Jim?""
+""I know he's spending more time at work with the new lecturer,"" Rita added. ""But that's normal, she's new and quite young, isn't she? She needs supervision.""
+""Oh gosh, it's not that!"" Chloe exclaimed. ""Awww ... it's, I found a lump in my boob."" To her alarm tears started to well up in her eyes as she confessed this. It must be the wine, she thought. ""It's nothing, even the doctor said it's probably just fatty tissue. But you can't help wondering.""
+""Oh my goodness!"" Rita came straight over to sit by her and put an arm around her. ""Why didn't you tell us? Have you been fretting about that all this time on your own?""
+""No! of course not,"" Chloe managed to brush the tear away from her lashes, but she sat back gratefully into Rita's embrace. ""I'm way too busy with the kids and the shelter and whatever to fret about anything. The doctor's sending me for a breast exam next week, it'll be fine.""
+""Do you want someone to come with you?"" Karen asked. ""Is Jim going with you?""
+Chloe laughed. ""What, take a day off work?"" she scoffed. ""No way. I haven't even told him. No sense in worrying him. He has enough on his plate at work. It will all be fine -- I'll tell him afterwards, so he doesn't have to worry about it.""
+""I'll come with you,"" Rita offered.
+""I'll be fine!"" Chloe protested. ""You two have to work too. It's just a half hour appointment, and I mean to go to the mall afterwards, since I'll have to be that way. God, it's nothing, I'll be fine."" She sat up and smiled at her friends.
+In the kitchen, the coffee was being neglected as Frank regaled the other men with his version of the night out at the burlesque.
+""Not only that,"" he laughed. ""Karen's chosen this totally sweet corset from an online store as her Christmas present from me.""
+""Man, that's a present _for_ you, not from you!"" Les exclaimed.
+Jim thought of Chloe's matronly body in a corset. He felt strangely embarrassed. What did a corset look like? He had a vague unpleasant image of some white restrictive Victorian thing with ... whalebone? Like a straitjacket. Maybe if he searched online at work. Or would the university filters block the images out?
+Would that be the kind of thing a young woman like Helen Buchan wore? Something ... in red and black with garters? He pretended to laugh heartily along with the other men at Frank's good luck and skill in persuading Karen to let him buy her a corset.
+He had a whiskey while Chloe got the kids to bed that night. When she came down and looked in the living-room, he said: ""Hey! Sounds like the Mendozas had fun on their night out.""
+""Yeah, I was glad I could take the kids for them,"" Chloe said, coming a little way into the room.
+""Frank said he's going to get Karen a corset for Christmas!"" Jim laughed.
+""Oh God,"" a look of distaste came over Chloe's face. ""At our ages. Like she's some object for him to ogle over.""
+""Yeah,"" Jim said. ""Do you want to watch a show?""
+""I must finish the ironing,"" Chloe said.
+Later he lay next to Chloe's compact small curvy body in bed, passing his eyes unseeing over the pages of a prize-winning novel on his Kindle. As usual, Chloe was buried deep in a paperback romance. She could get them in bundles of three or ten at a time from the thrift stores: wrapped like candy in lurid shimmering covers, usually with a doe-eyed woman draped against a firm-lipped strong man.
+When she turned out her light, he mechanically did likewise. He tried to think of Chloe in some nice underwear. Once there had been a red set with spots that he had liked. His pocket rocket! It was a long time since she had sprung on him, saying: ""The pocket rocket is ready to get on the launching mechanism!"" When had they last even ... done it? Six months ago? Did he get a birthday fuck this year? No, they went out to dinner with their friends and were both too tired when they got back in.
+His mind relaxing as he drifted to sleep, he was jolted into consciousness by the thought of Helen Buchan in something flimsy like the women wore on the covers of Chloe's books. The idea stalked sneering through his mind, kicking aside the mundane images of his wife in red spotted panties.
+He stole a sideways peek at Chloe. Was it wrong to have sex with your wife while excited by thoughts of another woman? Chloe appeared to be asleep.
+By concentrating on his report to the university research council, he managed to reduce his erection, although the problem of how to frame his request for two, not one, extra PhD students stressed him out so much that he didn't get to sleep for another three hours.  
+The Department hosted a Christmas Dinner each year. ('Hosted' was a misnomer since you had to pay for your meal yourself, but if you didn't show your face people assumed it was because of a grudge and said you weren't a team player.) The Project had got into the habit of having a special seminar a couple of weeks earlier, to present their latest findings, followed by a drinks party in the Faculty Dining Room.
+Jim had encouraged Brian to take the lead in presenting out of some work Les had been doing with him. This would prep him for post-doctoral conference presentations. He had let Helen off lightly, suggesting she just run over the main points of a paper she had already published.
+He was looking at his notes for his introductory speech when the phone rang. To his surprise it was Chloe. She never rang him at work, not like Rita who was always having to get Les to cover with their three kids when one of her cases ran late at court.
+He glanced at his watch with a frown, seeing that it was four-thirty. He wanted to get to the seminar for four-forty to meet and greet, and make sure Davey had put out water for the speakers.
+""... further tests,"" Chloe said.
+""Further tests?"" he said. ""You've been for a test?""
+""I went for a mammogram today,"" Chloe's voice was unusually high and sharp. Normally she had such a soothing rich deep timbre in her voice that telemarketers tried to keep her on the line chatting to them. ""They want me to go back for a biopsy on the fourteenth.""
+""A ... what?!"" his own voice was squeaking to his alarm.
+""It's nothing, it's probably just fatty tissue,"" Chloe's voice dropped to become smoother, sweeter. ""Today's test was just like ... a kind of x-ray but the biopsy is more invasive. They say I should take things easy for a couple of days afterwards. I'm just asking if you could leave work early for a couple of days, pick up the kids and get some take-out food for us so I don't have to cook.""
+""The fourteenth is the Department Christmas Dinner,"" Jim said.
+""Well ... can't you skip it this once?"" Chloe asked.
+""Are you joking?! With our application for two extra PhD students pending! We put in for Helen Buchan to be relieved of some of her teaching duties so she can help supervise them. It's going to take all I've got to get that through.""
+There was a pause at the other end of the phone. When Chloe started to talk again, her voice was sharp and accusatory. She sounded like his mother ( _... ungrateful ... all I've sacrificed for you two ... see you twice a year if I'm lucky ..._ ).
+""I've never asked before, Jim,"" Chloe said angrily. ""These are your kids! I'm going for a minor medical procedure ...""
+""It's a minor procedure,"" Jim seized on this point. ""Can't you get them to do it on another date?""
+""No!"" For fuck's sake, he could hear she was going to start crying. He looked at his watch again. It was twenty-five to already. ""If I ask, I won't get an appointment till after Christmas. I don't want to do Christmas with this hanging over me! You seriously want me to tell the breast clinic to find me another urgent appointment because my husband wants to go to his work Christmas Dinner and refuses to take our kids for once in fifteen years ....""
+""For God's sake!"" he shouted. ""It's not like that. If I don't show my face at the dinner, you know what they'll say.""
+""What will they say?!"" she cried. ""You're a tenured Professor! Head of the project! What are they going to do to you if you don't go to the fucking Christmas Dinner?!""
+""Look ... you could pay Frank and Karen's au pair to help out?"" Jim was delighted to have come up with such a practical solution.
+""We agreed we wouldn't do that this year, that we'd save for a good ho-ho- holiday. The kids and I are sick of going and staying with your sister, we want to get away somewhere by ourselves this year!"" Jesus, she was crying. Jim felt frozen.
+""I'm sure we can sort this out ...,"" he started to say. Fuck, fuck, it was twenty to four.
+""Like our sex life!"" she shouted.
+""For Christ's sake don't start that again,"" he snarled. ""You were the one who was too tired on _my_ birthday.""
+""If you helped me more, I wouldn't be so tired,"" she sobbed.
+""I haven't got time for this,"" he said.
+She hung up on him!
+Jim stared in amazement at the phone. What the Hell? Stupid woman. Surely she could get something sorted to cover for a couple of days? Picking up kids from school, throwing some food on the table for them; it wasn't rocket science. And as for going from that onto their sex life .... It wasn't his fault, anyway, it was her. If he wanted it, she said No, then came crawling all over him on nights when he was tired out from work.
+He was appalled to see that the phone was shaking in his hand. He had this hideous impulse to pick it up, tear its wire out of the wall and dash the phone to pieces on the floor. Fifteen ... no, _ten_ minutes before the seminar was due to start!
+He took some deep breaths and managed to compose himself. Cursing under his breath, he went along the corridor to the seminar room, dragging his mind back from the seething cauldron of emotions Chloe had poured into his brain, to the clear simplicity of his notes on the Project's progress that year.
+After the seminar, he felt better. It had gone well. Dawkins had made an appearance and even seemed inclined to come back to the Faculty Dining Room for a drink. They chatted while following Les, Liam and Davey who had run on ahead to set up the drinks and snacks.
+Glass of Montepulciano in hand (Les would say Chloe's excellent yet thrifty choices of booze and nibbles was why they always got a good crowd to the seminar), Jim started chatting with Brian about his paper.
+Helen Buchan came over to them. She was wearing her figure-hugging red dress, her curves were so spectacularly outlined in it that Jim doubted anyone had taken in what her paper covered, too busy uncovering her body in their minds. In honor of the special occasion, she wore make-up too: her gray-green eyes glistening from under sparkling lids, her sandy lashes mascara-ed black so that her eyes stood out in a pale powdered face. She had of course chosen vivid red lipstick and nail polish to go with her dress. Her red curls of hair bounced clean and shining around her red-clad shoulders.
+As usual, she stood slightly too close to Jim. Her perfume drifted in alluring wafts over the warm dry tones of his glass of Montepulciano. She looked over her own glass with her head dipped so that her cunning smile came up at Jim through her black lashes. Jim flashed her a grin.
+""I think that section on titania nanotubes would definitely merit expansion,"" Jim said casually to Brian, his eyes drifting down towards the golden pendant in Helen's cleavage then moving hurriedly up to her face. ""In fact ... come and see me tomorrow,"" he frowned and tried to switch his gaze to Brian. ""Maybe we can write something together.""
+""Oh!"" Brian said. ""That ... would be great."" He slid a look at Helen.
+Suddenly Jim remembered that the functionalising of titania nanotubes was Helen's particular field -- the reason she had been recruited to the team. In fact, Brian had been citing her work in the passage Jim had picked out.
+Helen's cunning foxy smile seemed to freeze on her white face. Her gray-green eyes narrowed and she shot a chilled icy dagger of a look at Jim. She turned her head with a careless flick that made her red curls bounce as she walked away. She gave an extra sashay with her hips so her buttocks rolled like apples in a bag as she went to the drinks table.
+She stood staring over the drinks table at the venetian blinds covering the window. Fiercely she blinked back tears in her eyes. She bit her lip to force them down, scraping the creamy layer of lipstick with her teeth.
+Screw him. Screw Prof. Hunter. She took a big gulp at her wine.
+She would've been willing to screw him, for the chance to write with him. That was why she'd come here. My God, when she got the interview she was thrilled enough. A chance to meet Prof. J.D. Hunter, to showcase her ideas to him. How many times had she rehearsed her presentation to Gemma, her PhD supervisor, to make sure she got it down pat. (""Don't joke, don't shake your boobs -- let your ideas speak for you, darlin'. We're the same size; I'll lend you my conference suit for the gig."")
+When she got the actual job she literally screamed for joy. Now she was spending all her time writing new courses to teach. Prof. J.D. Hunter was making her do tired re-runs of work she had already published and offering some scrubby doctoral student the chance to write _off the back of her work_. She gulped rapidly at her wine again.
+She would've been willing to screw him for his own sake. He was so Alpha: heading up the project, going out there with those brilliantly phrased proposals which won the funding for them all. He was fit with playing squash and golf with other guys. He always wore a freshly laundered, crisply ironed shirt, not like Les who would turn up with some breakfast cereal on his sleeve, a little late from dropping his kids at school.
+Prof. Jim Hunter had these darling touches about him. Every day he brought in home-made sandwiches. How could you not love a man who was so important and made himself sandwiches for lunch? He would have a salad and an apple too -- so healthy. Every Friday he had a treat in his lunch-box: some chocolates or a biscuit. He laughed once when he caught her checking out his lunch-box, said: ""catch,"" and threw her a foil-wrapped chocolate.
+She sucked on the unwrapped chocolate like it was the contents of the package in his pants. Slowly, taking five, ten minutes to roll the confection round her hot mouth. It melted sweetly over her tongue like she wished his cockhead would melt and spurt juice into her throat.
+""H-H-Helen.""
+She turned her head to find Davey beside her. He was holding out a bowl of potato chips. He looked up at her and gave a sudden appealing grin.
+Liam was over with his girlfriend and some of the other PhD students, chatting and laughing. Brian was still talking to Prof. J.D. fucking Hunter.
+She had never really looked at Davey before other than to ask him to sort out some technical issue in the lab. Of course he ogled her, but then what man didn't? Over her glass of wine, she noticed for the first time what a soft wet mouth he had. Suddenly he ran a red flexible tongue over his wet mouth and gave her that appealing grin again.
+Screw Prof. Hunter. She would fucking show him.
+Out of the corner of his eye, Jim could see Helen was laughing and chatting with Davey. Clearly she wasn't too bothered about his offering to write the paper with Brian. A wave of relief washed through him, so intense after the emotional maelstrom of the last couple of hours that his muscles seemed to unwind like limp washing on the line.
+He extricated himself from the conversation with Brian by pretending he had to schmoozle Dawkins. He would figure out how to get out of writing the paper with Brian somehow. Chloe would think of something.
+At the thought of Chloe, his stomach churned. He noticed that Helen was putting her hand on Davey's shoulder, in fact her arm around him. He scowled. She must be drunk to encourage that young lech Davey that way. Dawkins had come bumbling over so he couldn't go to break up this potentially problematic scenario.
+Jesus! -- women. Nothing but fucking trouble. Maybe he should've listened to Dawkins and appointed his snot-nosed protégé!
+The night air was so cold that their laughter drifted in warm vapor up from their mouths to the dark star-spangled skies. Snuggled into her winter coat, with her hand tucked in Davey's arm, Helen felt gleefully content. She knew Jim Hunter had seen them leaving the party early. His face was like thunder as he looked over at her, from the corner of the room where he was trapped with Prof. Dawkins and the Dean of Research.
+Screw Hunter. Helen focused on the here and now. She looked down at Davey -- who was half a head shorter than her. He looked shyly up at her through his lashes, a kind of look that evoked a wave of tenderness in her. He licked his lips with that promisingly wet red tongue and grinned. She felt a surge in her cunt.
+The wine was starting to wear off, though. She felt tired after the effort of presenting her paper. As they came up to the entryway for the student block, she suddenly decided she didn't want Davey in her cozy little apartment.
+The building was quiet. All but one or two of the students were gone for the holidays. Helen had a long-standing fantasy and realized she had a golden opportunity to play it out for real. ""Hey, sugar,"" she bent to breathe into his ear and turn him on even more, making him giggle. ""You wanna help me with my chores?"" Davey could hardly believe his luck. He watched the gorgeous Dr. Buchan shoving some clothes in the washing machine drum. She had bent over to do this and the vigorous motion of her arms made her ass wiggle right in front of him. He felt like a kid on Halloween by a tub of bobbing apples -- longing to bend his head and try to sink his teeth into one of those bouncing round red globes.
+She had straightened up and turned now with a toss of her red curls. She was wearing that figure-hugging red dress with the low neckline which would make them all restless if she wore it in the lab. All day he had been itching to get home and jerk himself off, imagining lifting her dress up to play with the body underneath the clinging cloth. He had cursed the seminar and drinks party, never in his wildest dreams imagining it might lead to this.
+Helen Buchan was impatiently dragging the red dress over her head and chucking it into the washing machine with the rest of the clothes. Davey had read online erotic stories in which women had skin like alabaster. He knew that whenever he read that phrase afterwards he would picture Helen Buchan's pale luminescent body -- with a dusting of freckles accentuating the pallor of her skin.
+She was wearing a black bra. Black lace and narrow black ribbons made a display such as he had previously only seen when cruising women's lingerie online. Her cream breasts surged out of the cups of the bra like pale muffins.
+To his regret, she dragged off her black tights and the black lace panties matching her bra herself. He would have liked to slowly take those down, fingering her naked butt and her legs as they emerged from their delicious encasings.
+Although he was not sure he could have handled slowly taking down Dr. Buchan's black lace panties. He started trembling with lust at the sight of the neatly trimmed strip of red hair lining her pussy lips. Dr. Buchan had such a large clit that it was poking out of the folded hair-lined lips of her pussy. His cock was up, hard and throbbing.
+With an athletic spring of her long shapely legs, Helen jumped up onto the washing machine. It was already shaking pleasurably under her as the clothes started turning in the water swishing into the drum. She giggled as she felt her buttocks bumping on the cold metal top of the machine casing. Leaning back on her hands, she flung wide her legs.
+Davey grasped her thighs in his dexterous capable technician's fingers and dove his tongue straight into her slit. She gave a tittering scream of appreciation. He made a moan as his tongue tasted the fruity warmth of her pussy. He wiggled his tongue between her lips and licked up and down. Helen gasped and bucked her hips up to his face.
+He moved his hands from her smooth muscular thighs so he could hold open her pussy lips with his fingers. He began to lick at the nub of her clitoris in earnest. Helen's clit had expanded even larger with the excitement, he suckled it between his lips.
+He moved his mouth down and began to lick at her vulva. Helen grunted and moaned. She brought one of her hands round to frig at her clitoris with those beautifully manicured fingers. Davey started to tongue-fuck her, sinking and pushing his tongue into the thrusting muscles of her cunt. He could see a red polished nail moving in the red-haired pale lips to rub at her rosebud of a clitoris. She was using two fingers now, gasping and grunting above him.
+He moved his hands back to grip on her alabaster thighs, thrusting his tongue into her cleft, sucking up the fruity cream from her.
+She had put the machine on a short rinse and spin cycle. It suddenly juddered and started whining and rocking at top speed -- hard and cold under her buttocks.
+""Ah! ah! ah! ahhhhhh!"" She flung back her head, her fingers pressed hard and still on her clit. Her legs flung wide then clamped round Davey's head. Davey felt a whirl of pleasure-pain as his head was squeezed and dragged into her cunt. Shaken and stirred in equal measures by the vibration from the washing machine, she dragged his head about with her movements as she hit orgasm.
+She gave a long gasp, a laugh. She flung her legs out wide and set him free. Davey pulled his face away from her cunt.
+Helen hopped off the machine. She realized she had put her dress in the wash and had nothing to wear now except her panties and tights. She pulled the panties on but left the tights lying on the floor.
+She was trembling and laughing. Davey made a movement towards her as if to hug her. She turned away, flicking her bouncing red curls about, then turned back to him.
+""Shit, that was fun!"" she laughed. ""You sure are good at cleaning up, honey."" She winked at him.
+He giggled, looked away from her, shuffled his feet.
+""Do you want me to call you a cab?"" she offered.
+""Uh ... nah,"" he said. ""I don't live too far away. I'll walk.""
+She began to shiver standing in the entryway to see him off. The winter air was chill on her hot naked white skin.
+""I'll see you on Monday,"" she said. Then she reached out and pulled him back to her for a kiss. He clutched at her body which stiffened in his embrace. She licked his wet red mouth, tasting her own cream on it, and broke from the kiss in another fit of giggles.
+He giggled too and walked off with his pocket full of wet dreams.
+Helen ran shivering up the stairs, leaving the wet washing -- she would sort that out in the morning. Laughing, she ran to her flat and to her bed. She leapt in and snuggled down in her covers. Her nerves were still tingling with the excitement of the seminar presentation and the pleasure of Davey's tongue- fuck.
+Pushing away thoughts of the demeaning way Hunter was undermining her work, Helen fell asleep to dreams of him fucking her hard on top of the washing machine in the laundry room.
+Jim sat pressing his hands to his head at his desk.
+In spite of his saying he would pay for the Mendozas' au pair to help Chloe out _and_ try to find the money (and time) for a family holiday, the atmosphere at home was as thick as one of Chloe's nourishing stews. Plus now he had this situation at work to deal with.
+There was a knock at his door. He lifted his head and called to Helen Buchan to come in. He tried to make his expression that of a benign uncle rather than an appalled line manager.
+Helen came in with an enquiring look on her face. He asked her to shut the door, then -- looking at her open-necked flame orange shirt with the flash of gold in her cleavage -- he regretted this.
+""Well ... hahaha, Helen,"" he said uneasily as she sat in the chair by his.
+She seemed to be about to scoot her chair in closer but paused.
+""Uh ... I .... Probably some misunderstanding,"" he said, fiddling with one of the pens on his desk. ""Some ... um, rumors have been circulating so Matt ... you know, Prof. Carver, in his capacity as Head of Teaching, asked if I would get to the bottom of it ... find out what .... So ... er, well.""  
+Helen was looking blankly at him. ""Rumors?"" she said.
+""Uh ... yes, about you and the ... the laundry room in the dorm where you're staying,"" Jim was looking at the wall, his computer screen, the dis-assembled bits of pen in his hand, anywhere but at her. ""You realize, of course, that ... strict code of ethics and ... regarded very unfavorably but I will do all I can to help you,"" he looked earnestly at her, cleared his throat and said in a too loud voice: ""Rumors that you ... might have had relations with students in the laundry room of your dorm.""
+""Oh my God!"" Helen burst out laughing.
+Jim felt both embarrassed and relieved. He had a moment of intense pleasure imagining going and telling that fucking asshole Carver what he thought of him for falsely putting Jim in this position.
+""It wasn't with a student,"" Helen scooted her chair in. ""Do you mean that someone saw us and ... reported us? How embarrassing."" She giggled merrily as she stooped her head to look up at him through her lashes.
+""Oh,"" Jim said. ""So you did ... uh.""
+""Oh God,"" Helen laughed. ""I'm so embarrassed now. I can't believe people thought I'd have sex with a student!""
+""Students,"" Jim mumbled, starting to blush.
+""No! Seriously?"" Helen was overcome with mirth. ""Oh no, Jim. I'm sorry,"" she reached out and put her warm hand on top of his, over the dis-assembled parts of the pen. ""It was Davey. You know, that time after the drinks party.""
+Jim sat quite still, staring at their hands over each other and the pieces of pen on his desk.
+""I didn't mean anything by it,"" Helen went on penitently. ""Well I ... I was a bit mad at you, I guess, and Davey was up for it. I'm sorry, Jim.""
+""You ... and Davey,"" Jim said slowly. ""Our technician, Davey?""
+""Well, yeah, sorry,"" Helen said. ""But it didn't mean anything. It was just a bit of fun.""
+""That's why his work is off now,"" Jim said, lifting his head and looking suddenly round into her eyes.
+""I ... no, surely not,"" Helen protested. ""It was just a bit of fun. He knows it wasn't serious.""
+""Helen, how could you!"" Jim protested. ""Davey's a junior member of the team. That would be like ... me hitting on you.""
+Helen turned her head, staring at him from narrowed grey-green eyes. ""Would that be an issue?"" she said softly. She pressed down on his hand with her soft warm hand.
+Jim felt a sudden rush of adrenalin through his body. It was as if all his blood surged to his cock. He felt his cock stiffen in his pants, harden against his thigh. He started panting. A picture popped up in his head of Helen Buchan, sitting on a washing machine, with her long legs wide open for him.
+""You like me, don't you?"" Helen's voice had a pleading tremor in it. ""I ... I like you, Jim. I'm sorry I went off with Davey. I only did it to get at you.""
+He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He stared at her, dumbstruck. His cock throbbed hard in his pants, he felt a wet leak of precum on his leg.
+""I know you're a married man,"" she said, in that trembling pleading voice, looking at him with her gray-green eyes shimmering with tears. ""I don't want to get in the way, break up your family or anything."" He gave a galvanic shudder. ""I just thought you could handle a little bit of fun. A game or two if we go to a conference together? A lunchtime blowjob maybe?"" Jim stared speechless at her. ""Or a titfuck?""
+The situation had gotten completely out of control. He stood abruptly up, pulling his hand away from under Helen's. He walked over to his window and stared out of it.
+Suddenly all he could think about were Chloe's big bouncing tits. He thought of shoving his cock between them. He had never imagined such an act and now it ballooned in his mind. Those beautiful big breasts with the large round dark nipples. He had loved to play with them: fingering and squeezing them, turning Chloe on until she was ready to explode on him.
+Once in the later days of her pregnancy with their son Peter, he had even suckled at her tit. She had playfully squirted thin sweet milk into his mouth.
+Then she became so sensitive. She couldn't bear his rough fondling of her breasts. Breast-feeding Peter was difficult and painful for her. Becky was an easier baby but by then Chloe was bogged down in a morass of nappies and blended food -- exhausted, sleeping with one or both babies cuddled to her. He wasn't the kind of egotistical monster who would demand he too got a turn at the fabulous funbags.
+""My God,"" he said, turning round to the colleague sitting in his office. ""What kind of old lech do you think I am?""
+Her face crumpled, became narrow and shrewish. ""I've seen you looking at me!"" she cried. ""I just want ... to write with you, but you told me off to present some crappy old stuff and now you're going to write with Brian!"" She burst into tears.
+This was a nightmare. Tears at home, where Chloe sniffled through the nights by his side in bed. Now tears in his fucking office. What was wrong with these women? Jim seized on the one thing she was saying that made any sense to him.
+""You just want to write with me?"" he repeated. ""What do you think we're working towards, in the lab? You don't have to sleep with every member of the team for us to write with you!""
+Helen sobbed bitterly at this.
+Jim crossed back over to her and sat down in his chair, trembling with adrenalin and emotion. He conceded to himself that perhaps he had been a bit harsh there. He found one of the paper napkins which Chloe would put in with his sandwiches on his desk and offered it to Helen. She took it with a little claw of a hand and sniffled into the rag of paper.
+""Of course I _look_ at you,"" he said, conscious of his swollen cock throbbing against his thigh. ""You're a very attractive woman. That doesn't mean I'm going to act on it.""
+""Why not?"" she whimpered. ""What's wrong with a bit of fun?""
+""It wouldn't be just a bit of fun,"" he said intently. ""We're colleagues, part of a team. I'm your line manager.""
+She stared at him over the rag of paper napkin with her gray-green eyes still awash with tears.
+""OK,"" he said. ""I was wrong to give you an easy ride ... time of it at the seminars. I just thought you were so loaded with teaching, and new in the department ... maybe I wouldn't have done the same for a guy, though, maybe I would have pushed him harder. But you can't react to that by coming on to me, Helen. You should've come to tell me how you felt about it, then we could have made some plans for what you might write in the spring.
+""Well,"" he said. ""At least we can tell that asshole Carver where to stuff it, with his crap about sex with students. He'll still rant about improper behavior on the university premises. I can handle that though. I'll tell him, like Chloe says, people ramp up any story about you because you're an attractive young woman and they're jealous.
+""But, Helen, I can't have you playing fast and loose with the team members. This isn't a James Bond movie set. We may be a bunch of old fuddy-duddies whom you can take out one by one because you are hash tag distractingly sexy, but if you want to work with us you better take us seriously as colleagues.""
+""I'm s-s-sorry,"" she sniffled.
+""Yeah, well, let's put it behind us,"" he said bracingly. ""Davey's young, he'll get over it and stop leching at you instead of paying attention to the algorithms in Nanomodeler. Hey, let's get some lunch -- we can go to the faculty dining hall and pick something up,"" Jim suggested, desperate to get out of the one-on-one.
+Helen looked at his desk and said: ""Haven't you got your sandwich today?""
+""Oh ... uh, my wife's been busy,"" Jim said. ""She didn't get time to make a packed lunch today.""
+""Oh,"" Helen said. ""Your wife ... makes your packed lunch.""
+""Oh yeah,"" Jim laughed. ""You don't imagine I get up every morning and cut myself a sandwich!"" He laughed heartily, mainly with relief that the embarrassing discussion was over. ""Never mind the dining hall, it will be full of those gossiping assholes. They'll be talking about us next! You don't want your reputation tarnished by people saying you'd bother with an old lech like me, ha ha. I'll drive us to the mall and buy you lunch,"" he got up and fetched his coat before she could disagree.
+In a public place, ordering a meal, he felt more relaxed. He avoided wine, suggesting in a decisive manner to Helen Buchan that they should have some mineral water with their meal.
+She went off to powder her nose -- he hoped. It was quite red with her crying.
+He was checking out the menu when he heard his name and looked up to see the manager of the shelter, Dora, coming towards him.
+""Oh Jim!"" she said, sitting down beside him. ""I'm so very sorry."" She looked earnestly deep into his eyes.
+""Oh ... yeah,"" Jim said vaguely.
+""We're all hoping it will be good news. For you and Chloe and the kids' sakes. Although truth be told, I don't know what we'll do if Chloe has to take too much time off,"" her voice quivered with emotion. ""She's our rock, Jim. You will take care of her for us, won't you?""
+Helen was coming back and Dora lifted her head, assessed Helen with a considering look, then just smiled a greeting.
+""I'm so particularly sorry, Jim,"" she said, getting up to go. ""I know how hard you must find it, what with having lost your father to cancer. Chloe told me how tough that was on you, how you had to hold it together for your mother and sister at the time. You're a good man, Jim. Take care of her, won't you.""
+And she was gone.
+Jim stared after Dora. Helen was looking curiously after her, and then at him. He stared at the table, the cutlery lined up in front of him.
+Suddenly, embarrassingly, he burst into tears. Great sobs surged up from deep inside him. The tears poured down his face. Dad! His Dad! Flashes of memory flickered through his brain. His first bike. Trips out with the scouts when his Dad taught them all woodcraft. He remembered having to stand at the graveside with his mother and sister clinging to him, howling with grief. Later Chloe tried to hold him, saying: ""You can cry with me,"" but he couldn't.
+Now this tidal force of sorrow came surging up from the depths to carry him away on a flood of tears. Helen Buchan was sitting by him desperately patting his arm and saying: ""Jim! What's wrong? What's happened?""
+Luckily they had a corner table and Helen drove off the concerned waiters, ineffectually patting his arm while he sobbed into his hands. Finally he was just sitting, his face wet with tears. He felt a curious sense of peace. He felt so much clearer about so many things.
+He couldn't tell Helen Buchan he was weeping over the death of his father ten years previously. He said: ""It's Chloe. It's my wife. She has a lump in her b-b-breast.""
+Suddenly he broke into a fresh fit of sobs. It was true! It was about Chloe. ""What will I do if it's cancer?"" he sobbed. ""I couldn't live without her!""
+His pocket rocket, his playmate and soulmate. The little energetic bundle with the rich dark sweet voice like licorice and the glorious gorgeous big tits. He was horrified at the realization that she might lose a breast. Those beautiful round boobs he had played with, with which she had suckled and nourished their children.
+""Oh my God!"" Helen put her arm around him and hugged him. ""I'm so sorry, Jim. That's awful.""
+This second bout of grief was less intense and it wasn't long before he was able to wipe his face and sit up, heaving a big sigh. He ordered them some lunch and sat eating thoughtfully opposite a now rather guilt-stricken Helen Buchan.
+""I'm going to take a couple of weeks down time,"" he said. ""It's probably just fatty tissue but I need to be there for Chloe. I'll work from home and plan to come back after Christmas.""
+""I ... I can run the new set of experiments with Liam,"" Helen offered. ""And ... uh, Davey,"" she gave an embarrassed smirk.
+""Of course you can,"" Jim said. ""Les will be able to take on most of the management of the project, you must step up to help him. He hasn't got the overall vision. Plus, can you work on that paper with Brian? If the two of you pull something together I'll go through it in January. If you pull it off ... manage that, you can be lead author.""
+Her face lit up. He smiled past the tears still glistening in his eyes. As he sat back, he caught sight of the golden flash in her cleavage. It was a gold electrode which had been adapted and made into a pendant.
+Jim sat in his study staring blankly at his computer screen. He heard the front door open, then close, and one of the kids walk through to the kitchen. It must be Peter, his steps were heavier.
+After a while, he heard a weird snuffling moaning noise. Although the sounds were quiet, he was worried they would get louder and wake Chloe, whom he had persuaded to lie down and rest before he went food shopping with her. (It was incredible how much stuff the family seemed to get through in a week. Good job he was pretty fit, the amount of canned goods and heavy boxes he had to lift into and out of the car.)
+He walked into the kitchen and found Peter sitting at the table with his head in his hands, weeping. As he came in, Peter started to slowly bang his forehead on the table.
+""Peter!"" he exclaimed in a strangled hiss. He hurriedly shut the kitchen door to block the noise and went to prevent his son from banging his head again. ""What's the matter? Is someone bullying you at school? What's happened?""
+Peter lifted a face glowering and sulky with tears to him, refusing to reply.
+""Come on, son,"" Jim pleaded. ""What's wrong? You can tell me, I'm your Dad. Have you got a girl in trouble or something?""
+Peter looked outraged, then burst into loud snorting sobs and threw himself at the table again.
+""I don't want Mom to die! I don't want Mom to die-ie-ie!"" he howled.
+Jim had a momentary impulse to bang his own head on the table and howl: ""I don't either!"" but he sat down and put his arm around his son, patting his head.
+""Mom's not going to die,"" he said firmly. ""She just has a lump, it's probably nothing. Your Mom is a real healthy woman. She doesn't smoke, drink -- too much -- or do crack cocaine. She eats all your leftovers so she has enough greens to feed a horse."" He wanted to huggle Peter in his arms but his son was too big for that now. Awww, when had his little boy grown up so big and tall? Nostalgic tears sprang to his eyes as he fondled the boy's hair.
+""How about I make us some coffee?"" Jim offered. ""Or hot chocolate,"" he amended. Was fourteen old enough yet to drink coffee? What did his son drink at breakfast?
+Jim bumbled between the cupboards until Peter got up, sniffing, and fetched out the chocolate powder and some marshmallows to sprinkle on top. Jim put some milk on to heat.
+""That's way too much, Dad,"" Peter said. ""Pour some back. God, you wouldn't last ten minutes without Mom,"" his voice started to wobble again.
+""Don't worry about your mother,"" Jim said firmly, patting Peter's shoulder. ""It'll just be a lump of fatty tissue, you'll see. And at least I know what to get her for Christmas this year.""
+Peter looked suspiciously at him. There had been some comic scenes when Chloe opened presents from him in the past.
+""I can get her some bigger bras!""
+""Ugh, urgggh, Dad, that's gross!"" Peter cried in disgust.
+It was still velvet dark with that lack of light that means the early hours of the morning. Jim lay staring at nothing for a moment. Tentatively he reached out a hand, into empty space beside him.
+He sat up and peered at his bedside clock. Two a.m..
+He went down the stairs, tying his robe around his naked chest, his pajama trousers flapping against his legs. He found Chloe in the living room, ironing a big heap of clothes and watching re-runs of Downton Abbey.
+""What are you doing?"" he asked, coming to try to take the iron away from her.
+""I need to get this all ready so I won't have to do it after the biopsy!"" Chloe's voice was high with anxiety.
+""No, Chloe, I'll do it,"" Jim pleaded. ""You need to get some sleep. Do it tomorrow.""
+""I have to run another laundry load tomorrow, it's going to be a fine day, I can hang it out.""
+""Jesus, Chloe, I'll do it. I said I'd help you but you're not letting me.""
+""You don't know how. You'll get it wrong.""
+""For Christ's sake, I'm running centrifuges in a lab all the time. I can turn on a washing machine.""
+Chloe paused, staring at him. Taking advantage, Jim pulled the plug for the iron out of the socket and took hold of her arm.
+""Come on,"" he said. ""Come back to bed.""
+""I don't want to lose my boob!"" Chloe blurted out suddenly.
+""Oh God!"" he cried, pulling her into his arms. ""I don't want to lose it either!"" He felt them mash against him, the big rolling playthings of their early marriage years. ""Don't, Chloe,"" he moaned. ""It'll be fine. You'll be fine.""
+She stood shaking with fear in his arms.
+""I'll ... be fine,"" she repeated in that high anxious voice. She went through the litany: ""I don't smoke, I don't drink much. I eat healthy.""
+Jim hugged her to him. What would he ever do if she wasn't fine? He wouldn't think about it.
+""Come on back to bed,"" he steered her out of the door and up the stairs, past the closed doors of the kids sunk deep in psychedelic teenage dreams. (He would never have believed how hard it was to get a teenager awake in time for school.)
+As they came in the bedroom door, Chloe said mournfully: ""I never even got to wear a corset. Maybe I never will.""
+""You said you didn't like them,"" Jim said incredulously.
+""What? When?""
+""When the Mendozas were buying one. You said it was Frank making Karen into an object to ogle.""
+""Oh-h-h, maybe,"" she admitted. Then the tears started dripping down her nose. ""Karen showed me the one he bought her online. It was so pretty! I couldn't help thinking I would look real good in it, because although I'm fat I have got good boobs.""
+""You're not fat,"" Jim said automatically.
+""I don't want to lose a boob,"" she sobbed. ""Maybe I will have to have both cut off, I can't go round with one boob, I'll look so weird.""
+""Oh no, Chloe!"" he pleaded. ""Your boobs are so great. Even if you have one boob it will be as good, because your boobs are twice as great as anyone- else's so it will even things up.""
+She laughed through her tears at this, then she turned urgently to him. ""Jim,"" she said. ""Please. I know I don't turn you on but I need you. I need to have something ... before maybe, I lose one of my boobs.""
+""Chloe, you're not thinking straight,"" he answered, sitting down on the bed. ""Of course you turn me on! We're so stressed with all of this. It doesn't seem like the right time to just be having a little bit of fun.... Oh God!"" Suddenly he reached out and pulled her to him so that his face smashed into the soft fat pillows of her tits. He rubbed his head side to side in between the two of them. Chloe clutched her head to him, hugging his head into her boobs.
+He pulled up her nightie. She was helping him, lifting it up, jutting her big breasts out at him. With a greedy sigh, he eyed the large orbs with dark nipples like licorice wheels in the center of big fat buns. He groaned with lust, made a circle out of one finger and thumb to put round her nipple.
+The teat was standing up and out. He put his mouth to her tit and ran his tongue over her nipple and teat. He suckled the breast into his mouth. He put his hand up to rub and play with her other tit.
+""Yes, yes!"" Chloe moaned. ""Please, please, Jim. More; I need this, give me more. Play with my breasts. Please!""
+He pushed at her to get her to lie back on the bed. He pulled her nightie over her head. Straddling her buxom hips, he placed hands on both her boobs and began massaging and fingering the flesh of her breasts and the teats of her nipples.  
+She arched her back up, thrusting her bazooka boobs at him. He twisted one nipple. She gave a scream of excitement.
+It might be now or never. Jim hurriedly pulled his pajama trousers down to free his dick. His cock sprang out, swollen hard with pent-up lust, precum already dripping from the end. Jim sidled up Chloe's body, pressed her two tits together and pushed the wet tip of his cock at them.
+""Fuck, fuck! Yes, Jim, yes!"" Chloe was laughing and crying and grunting with pleasure. She reached up to put her own hands round her tits and squeeze them together for him. He thrust at the narrow crack of a valley between the two mounds of flesh. Lubricated by his precum, his cock slid in to the makeshift crack between her boobs.
+Chloe gasped and moaned as he thrust his cock between her tits, fucking them, fucking them. Her dark nipples were pointing up like licorice snaps at him. His face above her was snarling with concentrated lust. He grunted as he thrust at her, then suddenly shouted: ""I'm coming!""
+""Come on me!"" she squealed.
+An eruption of white sperm burst from his cock into the crack of her tits, around and over them, one rope even splashed up to her face. He slid his softening cock in and out of the sticky gooey mess on her breasts a couple of times. Chloe was laughing and crying, licking at the cum on her chin, rubbing the cum on her breasts into them as if it could spring life in her boobs as it had twice sprung life in her womb.
+Jim pulled back. He lay heavily down on her, rubbing his chest into her cum- covered chest. He hugged her, holding her close, so close. His pocket rocket with the deep dark licorice voice and tits.
+****
+It all turned out as you might expect of course. Jim was useless at cooking but Les and Rita brought some of their pre-cooked frozen meals over and Jim got take-out for a couple of nights. Peter demanded if Jim wanted to get him beaten up -- he and Becky point blank refused to wear the white sports shirts Jim managed to dye pink, although everyone said the color suited Jim. They didn't get the funding for the extra PhD students but the Research Council gave them some pointers and encouraged them to re-apply in six months' time. Dawkins came round to the lab specially to commiserate with them.
+And it turned out to be just a fatty lump in Chloe's breast. The family celebrated by booking into Aspen for a January skiing break with the Mendozas. Everyone said how great Chloe was looking. (In exchange for helping her choose work suits, Helen had taken Chloe to get better fitted bras and the effect on her figure was quite something.) The ski instructors annoyed Jim by saying his two daughters were both naturals.
+****
+Helen fidgeted in her chair next to Jim. God, this was such a waste of time. She could've been out bar-hopping in a figure-hugging outfit instead of sitting in a charcoal gray trouser suit with her shirt buttoned demurely high. However Jim and Chloe both said inter-disciplinarity was the way to go and that Literature, for fuck's sake, was where the hot shots were pushing the boundaries.
+Marcus Black was standing up to the table to give his paper on gendered positions in the scientific metaphors of seventeenth century poetry. Helen had heard all about him! They called him the Lech-erer. He was tall with tousled dark hair and an ugly slouch in his shoulder, legacy of a climbing accident. He wore an artfully scruffy navy blue sweater over Armani jeans. Literature was full of women students, of course, and rumor said he had his pick of them.
+""My God, what was that all about,"" Jim grumbled surreptitiously as the talk ended. ""I didn't get a word of it!""
+""Oh ... well, I thought that bit about the lacuna at the center of the binary gender polarity was quite cool,"" Helen objected.
+""Lacoo- how much?"" Jim laughed. ""Rather you than me.""
+They joined the general movement to a nearby bar. It was somewhere students frequented but as it was a micro-brewery, the beer was good enough to make up for that.
+Jim and Helen stood at the bar discussing some points of their application for funding for four new PhD students and an additional junior lecturer. Helen was conscious of Marcus Black glancing occasionally at them from the center of an adoring set of pretty literati. Jim had made a move to sit with them when they first came in. Helen held him back, saying with a naughty grin: ""Let him come to us. We're STEM. We've got the power.""
+Marcus was coming over now.
+""Hey, Black, congratulations on the promotion to Associate Professor,"" Jim said heartily, slapping Marcus's shoulder in that way that meant: 'Because of the way you dress, I think you are a gay guy, but I'm not going to hold that against you. Hell, I don't want to hold anything against you!'
+""Oh yeah, thanks,"" Marcus said casually, in that way that meant: 'What, that old thing?' Helen figured out from this that he was secretly very ambitious. ""So, we should get together and talk about this collaboration, I suppose.""
+""Right,"" Jim said. ""My colleague Dr. Buchan is going to lead on that one. We should set up a team meeting, Helen. Maybe ... Thursday.""
+""Thursday is a heavy day for lectures in our Department,"" Marcus drawled, checking Helen out from under his bushy black brows.
+""You guys can sort out the detail,"" Jim had spotted Dawkins of all people at a corner table with some suits. ""Excuse me.""
+""So-o-o,"" Marcus said, rocking on the heels of his cowboy boots. ""Dr. Buchan, huh.""
+""Oh you can call me Helen, sugar,"" Helen leant back on the bar and looked up through her lashes at him. He was tall so she didn't even have to dip her head to do this. When they had come into the bar, she had surreptitiously undone a couple of buttons at her cleavage and she thrust her tits out so as to show this off. ""Does Friday suit you better for a day to meet?""
+""I don't know,"" Marcus temporized. ""I'm not so sure we're on board with this project. Maybe you and I could find things to do instead which would be ... more fun."" His eyes laughed at her from under his bushy brows.
+""Oh yeah?"" she said, taking a careless sip of her beer. Her heart had dropped. She had a momentary impulse to sob into her glass. Jim and Chloe both told her this was her opportunity to build up an application for tenure but more than that, as she listened to Black's talk, she had heard some points she was genuinely interested in working with.
+""Well, Dr. Buchan,"" Marcus's voice dropped to sound her name out in low sensuous tones. ""I heard all about you.""
+""Oh yeah?"" she said, still in that careless tone.
+""They call you the Lecheress,"" Marcus laughed. He sure was joshing her hard in order to try to pick her up. ""Is it true that you took on the college football team, sitting on a washing machine?""
+Helen burst out laughing and didn't deny it verbally, just looked in that way that meant: 'We are hot stuff in STEM, sugar.'
+""I wouldn't mind taking you for a spin cycle,"" Marcus laughed, jiggling his hand in his pocket. He came in too close to her. She could smell his cologne, wafting over the light hoppy notes of her beer. ""I think you are a naughty girl,"" Marcus breathed softly at her, ""a naughty girl who needs a spanking.""
+Helen's breath started to come faster and her eyes gleamed. Her buttocks tingled at the thought of his hand smacking them. She couldn't help but glance at his hand: firm, big fingers. Her cunt was going wet and squishy for it already.
+""Unfortunately I don't live in the dorm any more,"" she said, in that careless tone of voice, taking another sip of her beer. ""Too bad you're not up ... for the project. Maybe we can figure something out with the guys in French Studies.""
+Marcus quivered. Literature and French Studies were arch-rivals -- too similar to get along.
+""Yeah,"" Marcus said. ""Maybe .... Well, I guess a preliminary meeting wouldn't do any harm.""
+""Friday?"" Helen inquired.
+""Sure,"" he laughed, looking down at her with unwilling admiration in his gaze. ""We can do Friday.""
+""That's good,"" Helen said. She allowed her tone to become smug, knowing this would make him itch to spank her.
+""Maybe we can go for drinks afterwards,"" Marcus suggested casually.
+""Mmmm,"" Helen said carelessly and noncommittally.
+Marcus laughed. ""Or maybe I can take you to dinner some time, Dr. Buchan,"" he said in amusement. He glanced behind him at the pretty literati. Hell, though, it was time he settled down to some serious ... work. She was obviously a little firecracker. She sure lit his fuse.
+""That sounds nice, sugar,"" Helen said smugly.
+""What's the pendant you're wearing?"" Marcus asked.
+""Oh!"" Her face lit up and became suddenly serious and very beautiful. ""It's a gold electrode. When I ran the first set of experiments for my PhD in the lab, I was so damn proud,"" she laughed, shyly, looking charmingly up at him through her lashes. ""The technicians took this electrode off and gave it to me to keep, so I could always remember how well the results tracked my predictions and be proud of my work."""
+88,F6: Sing a Dirge in Heaven,MSTarot,Chain Stories,2015-12-10,2015-12-10,2022-01-08 03:48:52,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f6-sing-a-dirge-in-heaven,"They went to heaven, but it was more broken than Hell.","['Fawc', 'Moon', 'Paid Sex', 'Prostitute', 'Revolution', 'Sci-Fi', 'Space', 'Space Station']",4.66,"This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y C. Each item was used in the story. There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.
+The list for this story includes: yodeler, yarn, yacht, yearn
+* * * *
+“I don’t know about you, Yodeler, but I’m in the mood for a good nun raping.”
+Looking up from the cooling weld bead that I had been trying to push along before I was interrupted, I flipped back my hood and looked at the approaching cargo shuttle. The great silvery-white and flat-black ship was catching the light of the unfiltered sun. It then bent it into a huge drive plume rainbow, making the whole craft blaze a blindingly bright prism spray of colors against the black background of space.
+The half-Hindi pilot, Sumer Si Kumen, was standing naked by the observation window making lewd rocking motions like he was having intercourse.
+With a tilt of my suit’s helmet, I watched this show for a second longer then keyed my mic.
+“Well, Sumer, given your past track record with women I guess it’s a good thing there are no nuns on this station, or you would probably be the one raped.”
+“Nah, I can take a nun on my worst day. They fight like girls. And then once I get her out that habit I’ll do such naughty things to her she’ll follow me around like a puppy till I get sick of her.” Not pausing his rocking, Sumer took hold of his cock and gave it a stroke. “Hey, Yodeler, is that girl still down in B-6, you know the one? Big tits, a fat ass and a bush like a forest fire. Loved to suck cock! You know her, what’s her name?”
+Watching the shuttle slide past me, I had to smile. Oh, I knew who he meant and fuck him if I was going to help that bastard get laid with the best piece of ass-for-hire, on the whole, damn station. I keyed the mic.
+“Sorry Sumer but your mother left a few weeks back. Jumped out an airlock and swam her suit after a departing troop ship.”
+“Come on, Ese, cut me some slack! It’s been so long since I got some good pussy I’ve about forgotten which arm it’s under.”
+Turning off my communicator, I ignored the shuttle suddenly disgusted with the whole conversation and with the half-Hindi pilot and his never-ending yearning for sex on this station. Changing tools, I igniting my cutting torch, pulsed the plasma stream to test it, and started back to work. I pointedly ignoring the red winking communication light, demanding that I respond, as I torched through the next stuck bolt that was holding this ancient piece of space trash together. With six more hours of salvaging recovered space junk to go before the end of my shift I was … I was …
+I glanced over my shoulder at the rainbow spectral rings around the engines of the shuttle. With a sigh, I keyed my mic.
+“Her name is Lindy. And she’s in level B-7.”
+“Thanks, Yodeler! Remind me I owe you one when I see you next.”
+“Yeah.” I shut the com back down, having no desire to talk to anyone. Not even myself.
+Leaning back into my work, I ignored the drops of tears that fell to my faceplate and froze against the super frigid clear visor. Even as I mentally cussed myself, in the total silence of my helmet, I pictured that bastard Sumer with Lindy and wanted to be sick. That space maggot didn’t deserve her!
+She might be a whore, she might open her thighs at the drop of a coin, but damn it Lindy was _station_ … not Mars-born scum. She deserved to be treated better than a man like Sumer would ever treat her. He would pay his coin, take his lust out on her and then leave. “Wham, bam, and fuck you, ma’am. Here’s your fucking thirty pieces of silver, you slut.”
+I had to stop myself from spitting. Then sighed.
+“Put it away if you can’t do anything about it, Temp,” I muttered to myself and went back to work. By now my heart was no longer in this drudgery, this mindless day in day out scavenging of old burnt out satellites. I found myself daydreaming. My eyes drifted away from the micrometeorite pitted, radiation blackened, another now useless hunk of metal that once sent entertainment to millions. Overhead the sky was dominated by the half-dead orb that was once humanity’s cradle. Even as I watched, I could begin to see the massive, multiple-ringed crater that was the killer of ninety-nine percent of humanity.
+The Pale Horse.
+“Stupid name for a comet,” I mumbled. Feeling cotton-mouthed, I keyed my drink tube and then nearly choked as my com was overridden.
+“TEMPLAR DEVEREAUX, REPORT!”
+Cutting off the plasma torch, I swallowed the lukewarm, bland tasting water.
+“TEMPLAR DEVEREAUX, REPORT!”
+“Yeah, yeah. I’m here.”
+“WHY WAS YOUR COMUICATOR TURNED OFF?”
+With a deep sigh, I watched the _hoof print_ of The Pale Horse now fully in view. Like a gravestone for humanity, it will stand for our stupidity long after the last of us are brittle bones on the moon, or in the Paradise station behind me.
+“TEMPLAR DEVEREAUX …”
+“I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I just wanted to be left alone to do my work.”
+There was a cold silence from the station as several people were no doubt discussing me, why I was like I was, what the full ramifications of a “person like me” being allowed to live, work, and try to qualify for the right to breed offspring, on their precious station meant. _Their_ station, like I didn’t build the damn thing. Like I wasn’t the one who now ran the huge radiation torches that sculpted it together from N.E.O asteroids and old satellites. Like I wasn’t the only damn one with the skills to keep the fucking place from falling apart now! Like I wasn’t ...
+“RODGER TEMPLAR, UNDERSTOOD.”
+I turned to look behind me as if I expected to see some change in the quarter- century old, metal and rock-foam station after a statement like that from them. Did they understand? What the fuck did that vague …
+Then my schedule menu chimed and I saw that I had a psych evaluation now added to the list of crap I had to do today.
+“Oh, that’s just fucking capital.”
+With my constant stream of foul language keeping my company and the slowly vanishing _Hoof Print_ for my viewing pleasure, I went back to work with a maniac vigor. For the next six hours, I did the work of two men my age or maybe one man half my age.
+* * * *
+When the helmet was removed from the docking collar that hooked it to my suit, I reached up and pulled the itchy, but wonderfully warm yarn stocking cap from my head and gratefully gave my scalp a scratch. I loved and hated that damn cap. A gift from one of the poor ladies in the Downside, it helped to keep my head and, more to the point, my ears warm in the fridge cold of a ten-hour workday spacewalk.
+But fuck it itched! And of course with the helmet on I could not scratch that itch.
+“Hey, Yodeler!”
+Speaking of itches, I can’t scratch. Looking around, I saw Sumer Si Kumen–shuttle pilot, lecherous, and general pain in my posterior–walk into the desuiting room with a big shit eating grin on his face. I’ll give him props, he did at least start to help the tech with getting me the hell out of the suit. Now if he would have just shut his yap for the half-cycle it takes to get the damn suit off.
+Nope, he immediately began to brag. About sex of course.
+A tenth of a cycle in and I honestly had begun to considered dislocation a shoulder just to let me slip out of the damn space suit quicker. Anything to get away from his bragging about how good Lindy had treated him, and how little it had cost. And about how Lindy had begged him to stay and pleasure her more, with his massive throbbing member, all the night cycles. By the time he had reached the point where he was describing her mouth on his cock I was only seconds away from igniting my plasma torch, inside this pressurized room–as good a way of violently committing suicide as any devised–and at least having the pleasure of seeing his face catch fire before my eyeballs melted.
+The suit tech took it from my hand, sensing I think the desire growing in me, or maybe he was getting close to the same point himself and wanted the torch.
+“So, when are you coming to the moon?” He gave me a grin. “I can put you onto some prime pussy when you get there.”
+“I’m not.”
+“What? Ese, this place is falling apart, you’ve got to come to Luna.” His tone held a level of contempt that men in the past had died for using. “You’ve got to.”
+“No, I don’t. I like it here well enough. Day to day crap notwithstanding. Now, I’ve got a psych evaluation I have to go take.” Stepping out of the EVA suit’s legs, I nodded my thanks to the tech and headed for the door. Anything to get away from this fool. “I’ll see you before you leave.”
+“Sure, Yodeler. See you then.”
+“Not if I see you first.” I thought to myself as I made my way down the long connecting corridors that led into the main station. Soon I was passing others, Paradise Station people. Some nodded their heads at me polite. Others, not so much. Some of them looked at me like I was scum they had stepped in but couldn’t get off of their shoe. Those I simply stared back at like they were made of glass. There was nothing else I could do, not yet anyway.
+They were the Cinquedea.
+They held the power here on Paradise. And they held it as if it had been given to them by divine right. Sons and daughters of the very scientists that had destroyed humanity, they now lorded their heritage over the last remnants of that dead race. Living as if they were beyond touch, since it was going to take their parent’s scientific knowledge to help humanity survive their fuck up.
+Walking past more and more of the glass people, the deeper into the heart of Paradise I walked, I let my eyes rest instead on the workers. The ones on their knees scrubbing the polished deck plates, cleaning already spotless bulkheads.
+Doing mindless spiff work, while the station was falling apart for lack of help and available hands to keep it together. A few of these people looked at me in a different way, but then not even all of them. Some of them looked at me with that same contempt. As if their shit didn’t stink as bad as mine, in some way only they could understand.
+The waiting room was empty for once, not that that mattered. I still had to sit and count the wall rivets for a half-cycle. There was an unwritten policy here on the station that anyone, not Cinquedea was required to wait for everything.
+And the Cinquedea wait for nothing.
+Of course.
+As I sat and listened to the minute creaks and groans of the station, that only my ears were probably attuned to hear, I found myself thinking of Lindy. Not of her with Sumer, but just of her. Her smile was what always came to mind first. How she could wear such a delighted smile, given where we were and what our most likely fate was, I’ll never know. And that very lack of knowledge was attractive to me. My not knowing what made her smile added a mysterious beauty to an already beautiful woman.
+Possibly one of the last of the red heads, she was very popular with the station workers, men like myself too tired to do more than enjoy a moment and join her in a smile as the best tip we could give. During one visit with her, while we rested between slaking my lust, she told me that even the Cinquedea would come to her. Slumming, with a common whore from Downside, was apparently in vogue with the young fools. That and trying to pick fights where their opponent would be banished to the muddy Luna surface to scratch out a living, competing for crop space with the thousands of refugees pouring in from the abandoned Mars colonies.
+I knew better than to be doing this. Sitting here mulling over the common concern of everyone, while waiting to take a psych, was like asking for deportation.
+The Cinquedea’s parents, the fuckers that killed humanity with their stupidity, didn’t tolerate any sort of mental, or physical, aberration in the lockstep society they were trying to build here on Paradise station. I was already betting on my getting the boot every day just due to my birth race.
+Like in all the nations of lost Earth throughout all of history, the Roma, were not welcome here either. Gypsy-blooded was considered the worst insult you could give to anyone here. And my coal black hair, among this sea of blond and light brown, was as clear a sign as could be given.
+I was Traveler stock.
+The door opened and, getting to my feet, I tried to empty my mind of anything negative. Positive thought patterns. Must have positive thought patterns, to pass.
+The scan takes only minutes. The wait for the result is equally short but feels like every second is hours long.
+I get to stay for another day. One more day in Paradise for Templar Devereaux. The welder, station builder, repairman, miracle worker … gypsy born scum keeping all these fuckers alive. One more day to walk among humans on metal deck plates, and not mucking in the iron-heavy soil of the terraformed moon. One more day.
+I headed for Downside.
+The only home I had left.
+* * * *
+There was a smell to Downside. Not quite a stench but not a pleasant smell either. I’d tried for half a decade to track down just where that particular odor was coming from, but to no avail. The speculation was that it was some fault in the station waste processors or the water purifier system was getting a form of oxidation in some pipe that was unreachable. Or maybe …
+It’s that endless list of “or maybes” and hunting through that’s kept me busy on the off hours of my day, for years. Everyone needs a hobby after all, and chasing odd smells is not as unusual as some. It’s even productive. I’ve managed to learn more about this station than I had ever known, and hell I helped build this place. Back when I was a young man, hell a kid really.
+In my first years up out the gravity well, I had drifted from building project to building project. Working every odd job, there was; a gypsy in lifestyle as well as ancestry. I worked to keep the old comet “catchers” up and running, not an easy task since the youngest of them was three centuries old. Then I would be on one of the equally ancient comet “smashers” for months, drifting over the thick stormy gray atmosphere of Earth’s moon.
+Frozen and then cooked, work cycle, after work cycle. Then, while still young, I had the odd bit of luck fall my way and I got conscripted to work on the new Paradise Station project. A place meant to be the Midpoint in the three day trip between Earth orbit and the newly terraformed Luna.
+The main orientating center, for rich colonists escaping the overcrowding in the cities sprawls of Earth.
+It had been better than half-finished when the Pale Horse Comet began a boringly routine approach. Guided by, and slowed by, gravity tractors all the way from the shadowed depths of the frozen outer solar system; it had been in motion towards the Earth’s moon for a century.
+Following a pathway blazed by hundreds of its icy kin, it had approached the Moon; approached its predestined death at the grinding “hands” of those “smashers” in orbit around Luna.
+But then that soul-sucking-bastard Murphy finally showed up to weigh in his opinion of the Luna terraforming project. First one “catcher” wasn’t in position, and then another failed to respond. Then frantic warnings began going out, sending panicked messages around to every possible person in charge. The Pale Horse grazed past the Luna atmosphere, brushing the misty remnants of its dead kin in sad morning perhaps before it sought its vengeance on their killers.
+A gravity-assisted whip from the moon accelerated it to the point it easily pulled out the grasp of the last “catcher” in its path.
+Walking through Downside, I played over in my mind that moment, when everyone knew … not guessed but knew, that humanities days on Earth were numbered in scant hours. The mindless, helplessness that had fallen over everyone in orbit that day. That mad scramble by everyone from the near-orbit stations, to midpoint stations like this, and even to the half-build Luna colony, had tried, frantically try to figure out some way to stop inevitability.
+Then there was the Failed Sacrifice.
+That’s what they called it, once word of what happened finally made its way around the survivors of humanity. Using some rich playboy’s pleasure yacht, Gabriel Queen–the person most hold responsible–had tried to turn the comet into a less destructive “window” perhaps enough to make it break upon its approach. That was what they said he had tried to do when he landed the yacht on the comet surface, grappled it down and pushed the engines till they redline, then beyond that till the last of the fuel was gone.
+Then Queen rode the comet into the Earth’s atmosphere and died screaming into his mic that he was sorry, and begging for humanity to forgive him.
+“Behold a Pale Horse, and the man who sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him,” I muttered unthinking. Then I quickly looked around to see if any had heard. That quote was now punishable by exile, since the Martyr Queens elevation to sainthood by his fellow world killing scientists. Hell, he was all but worshiped by the Cinqueda, the whole butt kissing lot of them.
+Walking through the familiar stench of Downside, nodding to the familiar faces, the ones that smiled, and even sometimes to the ones that didn’t. Here it was not like it was up above. Here people didn’t look at you like you were garbage just because your hair was blacker than space. No, here they had to have a reason to hate you.
+That I had worked on the “catchers” was enough for a few.
+Every tragedy has to have a scapegoat and Gabriel Queen was nothing but ashes among the ashes. I took their dislike, their hate and walked past not giving a sign that it hurt like it did. These people were alive because of me and others like me. We, the workers, had in those frantic days, when suicide rates were higher than sixty percent, had grabbed humanity by the collective ass and got it working to survive again. Hundreds of us had died in those first weeks.
+Ninety to a hundred work cycles, out in the cold vacuum, living on stims and little else, working till bodies broke and minds shattered under stresses never before endured, we had gotten this half-built station habitable.
+Then we expanded it, as gravity tugs had begun to round up the broken remnants of the near earth stations. Most of the thousands of satellites that swarmed around Earth had been destroyed in the impacts of smaller comet training debris, but some parts of them had been salvageable. We, the workers, had begun the task of fusing those broken bits to this station, expanding it. Huge hydroponic growing habitats were needed to provide humanity’s lost bastards with food. Clean water and processed air also came from those habitats.
+There had even been hope. A little.
+For a few weeks signals had still come up from the Earth, humanities last death screams, some panicked, some calm simply giving details that burned images into nightmares for us, the survivors. Cities aflame, with human fat, skin, and bone as the fuel, slow cooking till the blackened smoke choked out the oxygen and left cold ashes. Ashes buried under snow. Winter cold descended, under those never ending clouds. Frozen people began then begging for help from people struggling to live themselves.
+Then the voices began to fall silent.
+Now, it had been decades since the last human voice was heard from Earth. It was believed that all of humanity that survived were either living an animal existence—little different from our cave dwelling ancestors–or they were here.  
+In Paradise.
+The three century old Luna terraforming project, the brainchild of the Queen family, was the lifeboat. The Colonists from Mars, without any of the vital resupplies from Earth ever coming again, had been forced to abandoned their hard centuries of work and flee back here. There were more than bitter words about that. Dozens had been murdered. Scientists, men, and women that had tried to help the Luna colonies get established, by being on the ground. Trying, with the own sweat and blood, to help correct what they had caused. Well, their blood probably made poor fertilizer in the already too iron rich Luna soil.
+My cubical didn’t have a door, simply a curtain of saved plasma welder beads. Not many do down here in Downside even have that much. Walking through my door, I did a quick visual check but like always nothing was missing. There may be a few down here that hate me and the ground I walk on, but they wouldn’t steal from me. They might murder me in my sleep, sure … but taking something was a terrible social no-no.
+Akin to farting in church.
+Dropping the sweat soaked yarn cap next to my sink, so I can wash it before my next work cycle, I grabbed a protein bar and vita-a-juice packet, I collapsed onto my pallet of salvaged shipping foam gratefully. The cold of space was still in every bone, soaked into the marrow by the long hours working. My body ached from pushing against the pressure of my suit to move normally. Bone deep, muscle deep aches that never really went away. They simply compounded day to day, month to month, year to year into a poisonous fatigue that drained me of all life.
+And what the hell was I living for anyway? I knew, without a doubt knew, that I would never be chosen to be one of the breeding stock suppliers need to keep the human gene pool viability pure, but variable. Beyond the scientist that were, of course already preselected, the lower class people had to prove themselves worthy to be allowed to breed. Resources were scarce and not every bloodline was needed or desired.
+Some were being encouraged to die out. Like those of Roma decent.
+And who was there to tell these people in charge they couldn’t do that? No one. The governments of the Earth were gone. Mars’ colonial government was not being recognized. And the various stations leaders, scattered between dead Earth and muddy-swampy Luna, were simply doing as they wished to do.
+And there were none to tell them differently. There were many versions of the Cinquedea developing on other stations, or at least that was what he had heard from Sumer, one night when the pilot was drunk enough to forget his normal decorum and risk his ability to return here by speaking bad of the …
+Sipping my drink, I knew the words I wanted to use. They were on the lips of more and more people of late. Too many scared lips, whispering words that had been dead for centuries. Nobility. Royalty. Leadership caste. Dominus.
+Frightened people who were looking desperately for someone, anyone, to save them and were willing to put up with anything, no matter what, so long as they lived. The thought being, it will be far better to live on your knees than to die trying to breathe vacuum.
+“Not me,” I whispered softly, no caring about rumors of listening devices in the personal quarters. “Better the last cold breath sucked from frozen lungs.”
+Shaking off the dark mood, I pondered what to do this night. Go chase down a phantom smell through endless miles of service ducts, and water supply pipes? Maybe give into my curiosity and invite Sumer Si Kumen, from drinks, to see if I could get him smashed enough to maybe learn some more of what was going on at the other stations. Such passing of knowledge was discouraged in extreme fashions. Loss of station privileges was light compared to some of the rumors making the rounds of Downside.
+People who asked too many questions had a tendency to vanish. Not an easy trick in an enclosed, vacuum surrounded, space station.
+As the hunger aches dropped to manageable levels, other hungers began to make themselves known. Those images of Sumer with Lindy had been far too detailed.
+“Why not?”
+It’s been forever since I decided to scratch the eternally reoccurring itch and get a bit of sexual relief. Hadn’t I earned it? Didn’t I keep the very air in this metal balloon? Were these people, from arrogant Cinquedea to their Dominus scientist parents all the way down to the poorest beggar starving in the back corridors, not beholden to me? Should I not seek out pleasure for pleasure sake, enough others did. Hiding their fears between the thighs of whatever made them sweaty.
+“Why the hell not?”
+Using some of my water rations in an act of vanity, I cleaned myself up head to toe. I wanted to be clean for Lindy. That stopped me. Why did I want to go to her? There were plenty of others on the station that peddled their charms for extra ration cards, the general form of payment used on Paradise station.
+Grabbing more cards than I thought I could ever use, just in case she wanted more, I headed out and towards the part of the station that had been set aside for … entertainment. Level B-7.
+Knowing I would be following Sumer I quavered a bit more on choice but in the end I decided Lindy was still the best. Besides, the chances of sex with a redhead were dwindling fast. Their days were numbered, the ones choosing the pure breeding stock didn’t care for the color.
+Like black hair, it was being culled.
+Lindy has a doorway, but not a door ... or even a curtain like I have. I really must make one for her. True she and body-privacy parted ways a long time ago but still everyone deserves the comfort of a covering of some kind on the way into their home.
+“Hey, beautiful. Busy?” I did pause at the door and not walk in like her home was just a common corridor. For a half second, I saw a tired resigned look pass over her face but then she was smiling and her normal flirty looking eyes captured mine and she winked.
+“Never too busy for you, handsome.” She stood up and her hand went to the knot holding the simple wrap on that was covering her plush body. “Come on in.”
+Moving forward I placed my hand atop hers before she could get the knot undone. “Not yet. Here, for you.”
+She looked at the small, thin, decorative cloth wrapped box I was holding out to her. A delighted smile took years of resigned worry and drudgery from her face. “A present? Why, Templar Devereaux you naughty man, you didn’t have to do that.”
+“I know.”
+“Or are you wanting something especially kinky and think you need to bribe me with gifts?” her teasing tone and that smile told me she was joking as she unwrapped the thin scarf, it in itself a part of the gift. There would never be another roll of gift wrap made. Never another Christmas morning of shredded paper and discarded bows.
+There were so many now. So many never-going-to-be-done-again things. Too many. Far, far too many.
+Her delight at the box of ribbon scraps was beautiful to see and painful for its very delight. That a box filled with the discarded scraps–which I had pulled out of a derelict station–someone in the past had no doubt risked a lot to get those spools of ribbon up out the Earth’s gravity well. Had enjoyed their secretive hobby and had in some, no doubt fun way, used up the spools of ribbon. Leaving these scraps behind.
+Now they were more precious that gold. Harder to come by that jewels, and in a few years would be worth even more.
+Puzzlement began to show. “Why? Why give these to me?”
+I stood trying to figure out how to answer that then swallowed. “You’re the closest thing I’ve ever had to a girlfriend.” I smiled at her suddenly wide eyes. “I come see you, we talk, and then we have sex and say goodbye till the next time.” I shrugged. “As close as I’ve ever gotten, or figure I will. Besides I figured you needed something nice. All pretty ladies need something nice.”
+For a moment I thought she was going to cry, but then she smirked. “Why Templar, if I didn’t know better I would think you were trying to seduce me. You know my goods are bought not given. I’m not rent to own.”
+I tossed the normal number of food ration cards on the table next to me. Now it was my hands undoing the knot hiding her body from me.
+“I know.”
+When her heavy breasts appeared with puffy, cone-shaped nipples as silky and pink look as any ribbon in the box I learned my head in and let my lips brush them in a soft kiss for each.
+“Ever the gentleman, Templar. Except for those times when you don’t want to be gentle. Which is it this cycle?” She asked cupping my head, holding my mouth to her breasts.
+As I licked, sucked and nibbled those soft cones till they hardened, I thought about that. What mood was I in? This day was in no grand way different from any other. Even the arrival of the shuttle was no uncommon thing. Stations were being consolidated, the shuttle had fewer posts to travel to. It came by more often.
+“Temp?”
+“I don’t know, really.” I shrugged and went back to enjoying the delicate appetizers that her nipples offered.
+She laughed softly, cradling my head. “You just want to get laid.”
+I looked up at her eyes framed by that fiery hair. “I want a memory. A good one. I have too many bad ones already.”
+Lindy’s face froze, then she gave a small nod. She understood. She has as many bad ones herself. She took my hand.
+“Come on. Let make one.”
+I let her lead me to the curtained-off corner where her bed was, not that I needed a guide I had been in it before. Enough times to know it by smell. Her smell, body perfumes and sweat. Male smells, from harsh to eye watering. Sex smells, a completely different type of body odor that, the musky scent of the rut. Running my hand across her plump hip, I began to fashion a new theory of where the unidentified stench of the Downside was coming from.
+Humans. In all our myriad odors.
+Then she and I were in that smelly bed and such abstract thought passed, to wherever distracted thoughts go when they are not being thought about. There was simply no more time for them.
+Lindy normally will work her profession with a sure hand, and sure touches here and skilled caress there, but no greater emotional investment from her than dancing with her would have given. Tonight maybe because of the gift or maybe, like myself, she had the need to make a good memory so she put more into it.
+Tasting her lips, then her neck my mouth traveled to that warm valley between her breasts as she guided me above her, positioning my body to her satisfaction. Lindy bit the corner of her bottom lip as her legs open wide and wrapped my hips. Then she took on such a naughty smile as her hand went between us and caught hold of my cock. She held me in place and nodded, then guided me into her.
+When I was comfortably inside her fiery-hedged pussy Lindy pulled me closer and held me tight.
+“Just rest. I know you’ve had a long day, I’ll do the work.”
+With her hands caressing my back, I felt her roll her hips, a soft thrust upwards that moved my cock into and out of her barely an inch but felt better than anything I had ever thought possible. Then I felt her belly ripple under me, rolling from bellow her breasts and popping her body up to meet me with a sharp smack, then it was that soft rippling motion again. I wanted to never move, to let this woman simply hold me here in her arms, to feel taken care of, body and soul, till the last bit of air escaped the station. I wanted her, I wanted this.
+I want …
+As I looked into her eyes and she smiled back I realized a very important thing about myself. To survive isn’t enough if the wants are not ever going to be taken care of. Then I saw the edge I had been walking on, a precipice so deep that it fell away forever and ever, and I was dancing along it like I had no care in the world.
+She hissed when I gave her a hard thrust and nodded.
+“Yes. Now. Take what you need, it’s there for you.” She caught the back of my head and pulled my face down to her chest, holding me like a child needing comforting. And was I any less than that for all my sexual needs? Harder and harder I let my body push, driving my cock into her.
+Sitting back, I placed myself on my knees between her legs, lifted her legs higher and with pops of my hips drove the whole length of my cock into and out of her. Lindy cupped her breasts, pinching those pink nipples. She was panting, watching me fucking her with a naughty smile growing. She could see me already fighting my bodies need to cum.
+I wanted this moment to last forever and my will would have done that very thing. But the body? The body wanted satiation. It wanted resolution, a hard pulsing ending that would leave it to shatter. Every stroke showing me it had wants too and didn’t care in the least about what I might want.
+Lindy hooked a foot behind my back and made me drive into her harder.
+“I know you like it rough, Templar. Let it out.”
+Then I was down on her, holding her hands flat to the bed, she wiggled and writhed under me as I pinned her flat, fucking her with a growing need that was not going to be denied. I winced when she sank her teeth into my skin, then I bit her back simply because I wished to, and she moaned. I was now ramming her body with all had, trying to make one of us break, not caring in my lust if it was I or her that shattered. She struggled to get free of my hands, but I held her tighter making her know that for once I was the one in charge.
+The as every breath began to be a struggle I felt her quiver under me in a way I had not felt from her before. She used strength I would not have thought she had and slipped a hand free. Her fingers tangled in my hand and she pulled my mouth to hers. The kiss was brutal! An affair of smashed lips and teeth; our mad tongues at war with each other for dominance.
+“Please, Templar … please …”
+What exactly she was begging me for I didn’t know but I was willing to give my last breath to make it happen. And more and more that seemed to be just what it was going to take. My very last breath. Holding my body ridged, I gritted my teeth at her clawing nails on my back, a pain that was a pleasure. It was also the key for the locked door I didn’t want to open and yet yearned for with all my being.
+With a feeling both ecstatic and draining I felt my orgasm begin. Then, with mad thrust after thrust, I tried to rid myself of the feeling of gripping fullness. And then that deep aches when I had no more to give but wanted more to come out.
+“Yes!” she moaned by my ear. “Just like that.”
+“Would you fucking look at this shit!”
+I looked over my naked, scratched bloody shoulder at the sudden voice that started me terribly. There was a young man standing at the edge of the partition curtain, with others behind him. They were also watching. I knew by their clothes that these were Cinquedea. The sons of the scientist come down here to Downside to slum among us lower class. The speaker looked particularly important.
+“Would you fucking look at this shit!” he repeated. “This gypsy fuck scum has just ruined my fun. Hey, whore didn’t I tell you I would be back to see you one day? Did you not get it when I told you that? Your cunt is mine now, who the fuck do you think you are to be still peddling it out to bastards like this fucker? Huh?”
+Trying to catch my breath, I moved from on top of Lindy, placing myself between her and this young scion. For a half-second surprise flashed across his face, then contempt replaced it.
+“Get the fuck out my way, gypsy scum. I’m going to take a pound of flesh out that whore’s ass for letting you wreck her pussy before I got here.” He moved his hand to his crotch, shifting an already hard cock. Watching Lindy and I must have turned him on.
+“No.”
+I’m not sure who was the more surprised at that moment him, me or Lindy. Or possibly his friends. They gasped and began to whisper among themselves. Then laugh. I think that made their leader here do what he might not normally have done, simply to save face. He snarled and stepped up and tried to shove me over backward onto Lindy’s sweat and sex-soaked bed.
+I didn’t budge.
+Far bigger and tougher men than this young punk have shoved me. I simply looked at his surprised face. No more than that, but no less than that either. A simple look from the eyes of one man into the eyes of another. There were words in that exchange of gazes. He and I stood there, testing the will of the other the way the samurai of old were said to have done. He knew that I was, by station law and with banishment awaiting me, not allowed to touch him. I could also see that he was afraid. He was afraid that I was a person that didn’t care about that.
+Still, he was an arrogant as hell little bit of Cinquedea scum. He had been born with privileges in a place where people were at the point of eating each other to fill empty bellies. From his earliest memories, he had been told that the Paradise Station was his playground and that the people in it were going to be his toys. Break them if he felt like it and don’t worry, they’re not that important.
+To him, that’s what I was. Unimportant.
+This little wormy maggot didn’t know or care that he owned his life to my skills at keeping his home from crumpling like a crushed beer can.
+Again he tried to shove me and again I didn’t budge. I had to fight to keep my hands at my side. I wanted things then. Dark things. Things that many on this station wanted. To kick the ever living shit out of one of these young arrogant assholes. To feel my knuckles hurting and to see his blood on the floor. I wanted that so bad …
+“Do you not know who I am, you scum!” He looked back over at his friends. “This gypsy slime is too stupid to even know when he stands before his betters. He thinks himself equal to us.”
+I didn’t look away from him, but I saw the sudden anger flash on those other young men’s faces.
+“Templar, just leave. I’ll be fine. Just go.” Lindy’s voice behind me was a quavering plea for sanity, in a place where sanity was lost.
+And had been lost. As I looked at the growing madness in the Cinquedea’s eye I knew that no one was going to be looking for sanity anytime soon either. Then his equally over-privileged-born friends moved forward into the room, that was really too small for this many people. Most men would have backed up, when naked and being pressed by unequal odds, but I knew there was no room behind me. There was nowhere to go. I was on the precipice I had seen in an orgasmic vision earlier.
+Then they were upon me. With a rain of fists coming in at me, hands grabbing, pulling and by sheer numbers doing what he alone could not, moving me backward. The back of my legs crashed into Lindy’s bed, and then I was flat on my back trying to avoid the pummeling hands. I rolled away from their fists and crashed to the floor. But then it was boot tips in my ribs and stomping heels in my kidneys.
+“End him!” screamed the youth in charge.
+When their knives appeared that was when my hands came up to defend myself. Banishment was no longer my greatest fear. These bastards wanted my life! Well, so many things have tried to kill me since I first left the gravity well, that five youths with knives were not even that terrifying. Dangerous certain, deadly yes, but terrifying … no.
+With grunts, rage screams and all my considerable strength I now tried to fight my way clear. Swinging my fists to punish, gouging at faces when I could, fighting in nasty, dirty ways I had learned in bars across the years. If there had been more room for me to work or maybe one less of them to fight I would have gotten clear and either escaped or gotten a better chance … but
+The knife hit me in the lower back. A thick wide blade that tore into my flesh! Pain like fire, as if the knife was still hot from its time in the forge, took my breath. Then a second one hit. Or perhaps it was the first one a second time, not that it matter to me at that time.  
+And mine was not the only scream.
+The shriek of pain from Lindy hurt me as much as the blades that now descended on me from all sides. Too busy being killed to do more than scream I did see one of them stabbing her. In a world of pain, my mind fled to odd mindless places. Why did they want to hurt her? Had she attacked one of them in my defense? Why would she do that?
+I fell to the floor, my face in a pile of bloody lace scraps. A boot tip in my ribs turned me over. I looked up into the eyes of their leader. There were four lines of blood across his face where fingers had raked his skin to the bone.
+Near me, I hear Lindy weeping in pain. I groaned when the leader of the Cinquedea knelt and drove his knee into my gut. With a bloody smile, he placed his knife point just under my sternum. With malicious glee, he slowly drove the tip of it into me.
+With my mouth full of copper I screamed. He laughed at my pain.
+“Have you learned anything, gypsy? I want to know before you die that I taught you to respect your betters.” His smile was like what a child might make as it pulled wings off a bug. “Come on, gypsy you can find the air to speak at least once more. Tell me I taught you well.”
+My own hand was unrecognizable bloody as I reached up for his face. He pulled away not letting me touch him. Denied that I spit my blood at him, my last act of defiance, pitiful as it was. My last breath was a scream as he ripped his wide knife from my gut.
+“Well boys, looks like we have to find us a new whore.” He laughed, and as my vision darkened, I saw him kick Lindy. She made no sound. “This one was getting too old anyway. Come on.”
+“He’s not dead,” one of them said and gave my side a kick just for the fun of it.
+The Cinquedea leader looked down at me. “He’s dead. He just too stupid to know it. Hey, gypsy, you’re dead, we killed you, died already for fuck sake.” His hand went to his pants and, as I watched unable to move, he pulled his cock free and pissed on me.
+I never saw the stinking yellow flow stop.
+   * * * *
+   I awoke slowly, a fact that surprised me in and of itself. That I awoke meant that I was not dead and I had been dying last I checked. Then the pain hit me from so many places I had to acknowledge that I was alive. Being dead couldn’t hurt this much.
+“So you’re still with us, Yodeler.”
+My mistake, I was dead and in hell. Opening my eyes to see the face of Sumer Si Kumen hovering over me was enough to finish the job the Cinquedea had begun.
+“Don’t move. You’re held together with more good wishes than anything else. You were nearly gone when we got to you, and you died twice while we were patching you up.” He placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Lindy was already gone. Sorry, she was a good girl.”
+Somehow that knowledge hit me so hard. I have seen hundreds die. Helped remove almost uncountable bodies from personal quarters when despair sent people over the edge and they took their own lives. Lindy was gone. That wonderful sweet woman was gone and I had to acknowledge my own guilt in her death. If I had just walked out when the Cinquedea arrived she would be alive now.
+“Don’t do that.” Sumer’s voice was hard. Unyielding. “I can see in your face what’s going through your head, Yodeler. Don’t you try and take a moment of the blame for this shit storm. It’s been coming. Coming at us all, as unstoppable as Pale Horse, and we had no more chance of it not happening. You and Lindy were just the one it touched first.” His hand tightened on my shoulder. “Don’t. Now, try to get some rest. A lot of people want to talk to you.”
+* * * *
+And, in the weeks that followed a lot of people did indeed want to talk to me. But I didn’t care to talk to them. I hated them. They had kept me shackled to this world when this world had done its very best to kill me. And they hadn’t done it for my benefit.
+They wanted me.
+They wanted me to do what I had done for them for years, save them from the mistakes the scientist had caused. To keep their miserable live from being so miserable. To be some kind of hero or fucking martyr they could hold up to others as an example of how to stand up to the Cinquedea and their Dominus parents.
+Me?
+Who had been ruled by those people most of my life, then broken and discarded. As cuts healed to pink scars that itched, I was finally able to get up from that bed and see for my own eyes that I was hidden in plain sight. I was mere feet from where I had nearly died. Lindy’s home was still open to the world as it had been when she was there. Already people were dwelling there. My blood no doubt scrubbed away, her things looted for usable trinkets and the rest sold away.
+As my limping steps grew stronger more and more of these fools, these men who called themselves the Curmàn, cousins in their ancient language. They were simple men, proud men, tired men who had finally had enough and wanted to start some mad revolution. To take control of Paradise Station. To send the Cinquedea out the various airlock to suck hard vacuum and scream snowflakes.
+That part I could get behind.
+But the rest, was ridiculous. The Dominus were not in charge just for shits and giggles! It was only the knowledge in their minds that was keeping humanity alive. While I hated them as much as everyone else for what they had done, I had to acknowledge that they were struggling just as hard as all of us to keep extinction at the door.
+“Why do they call you, Yodeler?”
+Looking up from my musings, I saw a young girl standing by the door to my room looking at me. My eyes went to her braided hair and the bright, sew-together ribbon laced through it. That a gift to a friend should walk back within my sight once she was dead should not have surprised me. I live in this world where humanity is a speck clinging to a crumbling bit of metal. Trying to huddle on a rusted bit of Luna rock, and breathed air made from smashed comets, that had once shown so brightly in the night skies of our home.
+Our now destroyed home. Earth.
+The very scientist these Curmàn wanted to kill–to murder their Cinquedea children in vengeful madness–were going to be needed to help the Earth again support life. Generations from now, when the last fires have died and the impact lofted clouds have settled. Then, the knowledge these men would have passed down to their arrogant with their own importance sons would be so needed. No, this mad revolution could never happen.
+The little girl still wanted her answer.
+“I used to sing. When I was working in space I would sing, for hours often, to keep myself company. So I wouldn’t be bored.” I looked at her innocent face. “Those are pretty ribbons.”
+“My mom gave them to me.” The little girl looked around this my recovery room. “She said if I could get them clean they could be mine.”
+“They’re very pretty. Where is your mother?” Simply seeing those ribbons, my gift to a woman that had never gotten to enjoy what I had given to her, was as hard on me as the knives. Every bit as painful to my heart.
+“Working. She sent me away when the men came for her to make happy.”
+And a knife blade that was far sharper than all the ones to have pierced me hit home then. It went deep, so very deep.
+“Your mother makes men happy? In the house, you found those ribbon in?” How bitter is the bile that this world now excludes for us to swallow down and stomach. Lindy’s home had hardly been empty for weeks before another woman was there selling herself. Doing the same ancient trade of flesh for coin that Lindy had been driven to do.
+“Yes.”
+“And there are men there now?” I asked, choking down the need to spit.
+“Yes. She told me to go away. They might want me to make them happy too, and she said I’m too young to do that, yet.”
+“Yet?”
+“Yeah, mom says she’s going to have to teach me how to make men happy soon. That I will have to help her, there are so many men who are sad she can’t make them all happy by herself. I wish I was old enough, I want to help her.” She said it with such innocence, devoid of the knowledge of what she was going to have to be doing, for the rest of her young life. To her, it was as just the work her mother did, so it must be something she would want to do too.
+Then as I watched she pulled a thin trended yarn hat from her pocket and placed it on her head. The patterns were different, but it was so similar to mine that it had to have come from the same source, the same old woman. This little girl looked at me and felt the need to explain. “My head was cold. Would you sing for me? I’m bored; I wish those men would get happy already.”
+I looked at her and felt my heart break and crash like an ocean swell. “It’s been a long time since I sang, but … I’ll try. You won’t know the words, sorry.” I shrugged.
+“That’s okay.”
+Taking a breath, I decided to give it my best try. For her.
+ _“Duj,duj, duj, duj dešuduj,tečumi da, tečumi da parnomuj.O parnomuj čumi da dere kostar astarap,šajľage, šajľage astarap.”_
+Without the echo of my suit helmet, my voice seemed strange to me, lacking the power it once had. But then it had been years, and the old words were strange even to my lips now.
+ _“Dva a dva a dvadsať krát,chcel ma milý, chcel ma milý pobozkaťna moje obe líčka, červené jak ružička,vymaľované od slniečka.”_
+The little girl smiled and tried to follow the words. Her body swaying in an uncanny way that was close to the old dances I remember from my distant youth. I smiled back.
+ _Dva a dva a dvadsať krát,chcel ma milý, chcel ma milý zanechať, pobozkal ma na líčko a pošepkal tichúčko,ľúbim ťa ty moje srdiečko.”_
+Corse laughter rang from outside, silencing me.
+Getting to my feet, painfully, I made my way to the door and looked out upon the face of the man that had tried to kill me and the others that had taken Lindy’s life. They were leaving Lindy’s old home, laughing. One ran out the door adjusting his clothes, complaining about the others rushing him. These Cinquedea youths walked past the opening to my room, ignorant of me hiding there in the shadows.
+I heard the joke pass between them about how much work it must have taken to get all that blood cleaned up so the new whore could get to work.
+Their laughter burned into every place where pink scars were only half healed. Again and again their blades had struck me, and now those laughing youths stabbed me again. They stabbed me to the heart and cut the lifeline that held me tethered to this station.
+“Are the men happy now?” she asked, coming to stand next to me.
+And cut away from that once vital lifeline, with my hand resting protectively on the itchy yarn covered head, I fell from Paradise.
+“Yeah, they are happy, but not for much longer.”
+* * * *
+The rebel warriors of the Curmàn who followed me into vicious, quick, and bloody battles in the unlighted back corridors often called me, Primo Templarii Rex.
+The Dominus Scientists of Paradise Station, upon whose Cinquedea children I visited such revenge, called me, The Butcher.
+And my subjects here in the green highlands of Montes Carpatus, next to the pungent waters of the Imbrium Sea, called me the First Warrior King of Luna. A title one of my many children would no doubt carry into the future.
+But on my deathbed, decades later, only a very few still knew to call me, Yodeler."
+89,F6: Slick's Swamp Shack,Gorza,Chain Stories,2015-12-10,2015-12-10,2022-01-08 03:48:53,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f6-slicks-swamp-shack,Singer heads south and discovers the blues move her.,"['Blowjob', 'Blues', 'Delta', 'Eating Pussy', 'Fawc', 'Guitar', 'Music', 'South']",4.7,"This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y C. Each item was used in the story. There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.
+The list for this story includes: Singer, Scissors, Swamp, Smut
+* * * *
+   “Why the fuck did you get me this gig, Willie?” I hissed under my breath into my cellphone.
+“Gabby, you’re always talking about the origins of the blues, and being authentic and all that.”
+“OK, being authentic is one thing, but you should see this place.”
+“Why? Is it as real-deal as the name sounds?”
+“Man, it’s like a timewarp! Slick’s Swamp Shack – fuck – it lives up to its name alright. It’s a real shithole straight outta hell!”
+“Hah, girl, now for a taste of some real blues history!”
+“Fuck you, Willie! You could at least have warned me before I drove all the way down here.”
+“Look, Gabby, these people love their music. They love your music; the guy who called me up was in raptures about your demo CD. I’m your agent, I’m here for you, and this gig is totally your bag, girl. You get on that stage, open up them dulcets, and they’ll be putty in your hands.”
+“But …”
+“But nothing, girl. You love the history of the blues, and now’s your chance to taste a real slice of that pie. Look, I gotta go catch my Spurs game. You’ll be great.”
+“OK, Willie. If this gig turns sour, we’re going to have a serious talk. Anyway, enjoy your game.” Not waiting for an answer, I hung up on my agent. The sweet-talking Texan was all promise, no recognition – no glory, and definitely no dollar.
+I clicked open the car door, and eased myself out of my used Toyota. The ground under foot had some of the feel of the swamp to it. The asphalt of civilization had given out miles back. The ensuing dirt track found its way to this parking lot – if that’s what you’d call it – spongy to the step. At least I hadn’t worn my lucky heels, but, even so, my sneakers didn’t feel right good stepping out onto this moist lot.
+I peered up at the shack. The red neon announced ‘ LICK SWAMP S ACK’. The doorway below was lit sodium yellow, the light curving around a thick figure in its frame. He must have caught sight of me, for he hulked himself out into the lot, in my direction. I moved back behind the car, using it as a shield. I popped open the trunk, surveying my holdall, my dress in its garment bag, and my good old Singer. I take that portable sewing machine everywhere, to prevent ‘wardrobe malfunctions’.
+I opened the compartment molded to its base, and drew out my pair of orange- handled dress scissors. I slipped them into the pocket of my leather jacket, keeping grip on their handle for safety’s sake.
+“Hi, li’l lady! I don’t s’pose you that blues singer Gabrielle Smuts, are you?” The guy had the physique of a wrestler, hardly contained by his torn denim jacket and stained t-shirt.
+I grasped my scissors more surely. I gave a brisk nod of my head. “You Slick?”
+The man-mountain threw back his head, and his whole form trembled with barely audible bass laughter. “No, ma’am, Slick dead.”
+“Oh, sorry. I am sorry.”
+“We all are, li’l lady, we all are.” He thrust out a paw in welcome.
+I reluctantly relinquished grip on my scissors, withdrew my hand from my pocket, and reached for a handshake.
+“Scissors,” he proclaimed.
+Shocked, I scanned his eyes.
+“They call me Scissors, ma’am.” His great paw engulfed my hand, giving it a brisk shake, before releasing me, infused with his clammy touch.
+“I’m Gabby.”
+“Pretty name for a pretty lady.” With that, he stepped between me and the Toyota. “Lemme he’p you with your things.” He hoisted my dress bag to his shoulder. “This too?” He pointed to my holdall.
+I nodded sharply.
+He took my holdall to his other shoulder and inched past me towards the shack. “Come on, li’l lady. I’m a-show you aroun’.”
+I pushed the trunk shut, and locked it. Opening the passenger door, I lifted out the guitar case, my precious old Geeshie. I locked up my car and followed my performing dress as it danced across the lot on Scissors’ back.
+The Swamp Shack was an old wooden shotgun house, sitting on a tree-lined hammock of land that pushed out into the cypress swamp. It’s narrow front elevation was maybe only twelve feet wide, with a simple veranda.
+Scissors stood holding the door. “We’come to Slick’s, li’l lady!”
+I lugged my guitar case past him and inside. The interior was one long, thin room, with a low stage at the far end, and a small bar halfway down the righthand side. The whitewash had long faded, but some beams and struts had been recently repainted firetruck red. Sets of round card tables and chairs peppered the floor, the interior lit by four fluorescent tubes. The only life was a wizened man behind the bar lighting a row of colorful kerosene lamps.
+The door banged shut behind me. I moved in and turned to give Scissors room, still somewhat wary of this hulk.
+“This here Ole Bill. He be runnin’ this barrelhouse now,” he gestured to the old man.
+Bill looked up from his lamps. “Well, look see: if this ain’t the diva behind that sultry voice!” He shuffled out from behind the bar, his face beaming in adulation.
+The three of us met halfway. I held out my hand in greeting to my new old fan. “Hello, sir, I’m Gabrielle Smuts … Gabby.”
+Ole Bill took my fingers with delicate devotion, and planted a slow, graceful kiss on my knuckles. “Ever’ inch the diva, but that voice … Gee, that voice done take me way back.” His eyes held mine, clouded with cataracts in sun- wrinkled sockets, and I understood he wasn’t giving me empty flattery.
+I was speechless before his adoration.
+“It don’t look much, but this here place got spirit, real history.”
+I looked round the building. The only history I could see was that of a dime museum. “Really?” I replied, wanting to hear it, to be convinced.
+“Oh, you betcha! This here an old-time sharecropper place. The Old Gray been given our folk this worthless swamp land here. You see, it was out the way, a place where sharecroppers and the like could come hear a jig, drink some, and get mellow in peace. Slick, he been bought this shack years back.
+Man, he loved the blues, and he done steady workin’ keep the barrelhouse culture alive right here. I done been he’pin’ him here from a lad, been pourin’ the drinks and shinin’ them there lamps like Aladdin. He done gone now, but his spirit live on in this place, like the spirit of the Delta blues live on in your sweet voice.” Ole Bill caressed the wooden tabletop at his side, the callouses of his hand rasping lightly across the grain.
+I still wasn’t totally inspired, but I wanted to be. I fumbled for something appreciative to say. “There’s a lot of love gone into this place.”
+“You ain’t wrong, ain’t wrong at all. Slick done fill this shack of his with plenty love. So, come on now: can I fix you a li’l drink, some whiskey to warm your heart and we’come you in?”
+I hesitated. Ole Bill was hanging on my answer. I turned to Scissors, still carrying my things. In the light I could see his features: a fat muzzle broken by an innocent smile. “Yeah, I’d like that drink, please.”
+Bill shuffled back behind the bar. It was a rustic wooden counter without the rows of branded liquor one might expect at a downtown joint. Instead, a collage of photographs – some curling black and white, others with faded colors, and some bright and recent – covered the wall. The photos seemed mostly of performers clutching guitars or banjos, with their arms round the recognisable forms of Scissors, Ole Bill and another guy whom I took to be Slick.
+Ole Bill made a show of slamming a shot glass down on the bar and filling it with amber liquor from a plain bottle.
+I leaned my Geeshie up against the bar. “Won’t you be joining me in a drink?”
+“Only if you insis’,” he replied, fishing out and filling two more glasses even before finishing his four words. Scissors laid my dress bag over the end of the bar as Bill handed him his whiskey shot.
+We lifted our glasses.
+“To the lovely diva and her mighty fine voice!” toasted Ole Bill.
+“To Slick!” I gave them, and they both repeated my toast eagerly.
+We downed our drinks: the sweet, smooth heat of Tennessee.
+Ole Bill turned back to his lamps. He removed the glass from a lamp in cerise enamel, adjusted the mantle, struck a match, and lit it. I watched, letting my whiskey go down. The swift shot gave me a little heartburn, and I knew I was nervous about playing a gig in this strange place. Bill looked up at me from his lamp, a black smut riding the convection thrown up by the flame between us.
+“I know it empty now, but the shack fitna get real crowded for your show. It ain’t mucha ‘green room’, but Scissors can show you where you can get ready in peace. Just you holler if you be needin’ aught.”
+I looped my fingers around the handle of my guitar case, but hesitated.
+Ole Bill must have read my mind. “Don’t you be lettin’ his size intimidate you. Scissors the kindes’ and gentles’ man I know. Go with him now.”
+I looked at Scissors, whose smile opened into a toothy grin. I smiled back an apology for doubting his character.
+“It a backroom behin’ there stage. Follow me, li’l lady.” Scissors took up my dress again, and went his way between the tables towards a door beside the stage.
+I picked up my Geeshie, and turned to Bill. “Thanks for the drink … and the little history.”
+“My pleasure entirely. We ain’t got much, but you be comin’ back for more if you get parched. It’s on the house.”
+“Thanks again,” I smiled back at him. I turned and lifted my guitar case over the tables to follow the route Scissors had taken.
+He was standing just inside the door by the low stage, in a narrow transverse passage that ran behind it. His giant hand was against a door directly opposite. “This the res’room, ma’am. I did scrub it clean myse’f for you.”
+“Thank you,” I called, still trying to make up for doubting this gentle giant.
+He squeezed further up the passage, opened a door and went through it. I followed him in.
+“They be calling this the ‘green room’, though it ain’t green.” He hung my dress bag on a peg and placed my holdall on a chair.
+At some point the room had been painted baby blue, but much of it had flaked and faded. A large wooden press almost filled one wall, the other had a small single bed, a cot, made up with fresh linen. The two windows, on either side were covered with ragged floral curtains. The focus was an antique dressing table and chair with four pegs on the wall beside them. To one side was a door leading through to the next room.
+I leaned my Geeshie against the far wall, beside my dress. “What’s through there?” I gestured towards the door.
+“It a storeroom, an’ beyon’ you out in the backwater with them gators.” His grin seemed almost an impression of a toothy alligator.
+“If you don’t mind me asking, why do they call you ‘Scissors’?”
+“I was a wrestler, see: statewide champion!” He smiled broadly with pride.
+I gave him a blank look, not getting the train of thought.
+“Oh ‘scissors’, it a wrestlin’ hold, see.” He demonstrated in thin air, but I still couldn’t see.
+“You must have been quite a contender; do you still wrestle?”
+“Nah, too old. But Slick, he been took me on to keep them rowdies out the place.” He moved back into the frame of the door through which we entered. “You bes’ get yourse’f ready. Holler if you be needin’ me!” With that he withdrew, closing the door behind him. I listened to the floorboards creak as he made his way back along the passage.
+I gave the room another once over and slipped off my jacket. My dress scissors clattered to the floor from my jacket pocket. I bent and scooped them up, placing them on the table, noticing a small photo of Ma Rainey tucked into the corner of the mirror at the dressing table.
+I draped my leather jacket over the back of the chair, shifted my holdall to the floor, and sat in front of the mirror. Ma Rainey was aglow in black and white, while I looked tired from the long drive. I unzipped my holdall and fished out my pick comb and tousled out my long, tight curls.
+I placed the comb down beside my scissors, and headed next door to wash my face. I hadn’t worn any makeup for the drive down, preferring to apply it once I got here. Although it was a simple set, the restroom was scrupulously clean; Scissors was true to his word. I opened the faucet, turned the mixture to lukewarm, and splashed my face and rubbed my eyes. The hand towel was fluffy and clean, so I dabbed myself dry with it.
+Back in my room a tray with a bottle of water and a tumbler had appeared on the dressing table. I filled the tumbler and gulped down the refreshment. I could hear more voices in the front room – the audience was beginning to arrive. I sat, and unlaced my sneakers, kicking them under the table. I stood, unfastening my belt and unbuttoning the fly of my jeans.
+I glanced warily at the curtained windows and then towards the door. I walked to the door, slid the bolt across, then moved back to the table and wriggled out of my tight jeans. I pulled my white cotton vest-top over my head, trying not to muss my curls. I caught sight of myself in my underwear, the royal-blue lace lingerie Mike gave me last Valentine’s. The relationship didn’t last long after that, but I was too miserly to throw out a good set.
+I sat and applied my makeup. I found that just a few highlights well applied worked wonders. Some black eyeliner made my eyes look big, some light foundation smoothed my complexion, and a nude-tone no-smudge lip gloss gave my mouth juicy definition.
+I unzipped the garment bag. After the first gig he’d gotten me – at Jack’s Cabaret – Willie had invested in this slinky deep-blue number to give me the ‘diva look’ he was trying to promote. I loved it; I loved a man buying me a dress, and loved the African Queen it made me feel. I took it down off the hanger and stepped into it, slipping the straps over my shoulders and smoothing the bodice into place over my bust.
+That was when I realized I had no one to zip me up. Willie usually did the deed. I did think, though, that he complained too vigorously about artist- agent professionalism and not looking while he slid the zipper up my back.
+I strode barefoot down the passage and chinked open the stage door. I would have preferred Ole Bill, but he was pouring a drink for a white gentleman with silver hair decked out in a seersucker suit. Scissors was closer, so I hissed his name.
+“Yes, ma’am?”
+“Would you kindly zip me up?” Without waiting for a reply, I turned my back to him, showing him my vulnerable skin and the blue band of my bra.
+“Sure thing!” he announced with a slight touch of glee.
+I felt his hand cover my left shoulder blade, while ever so gently he moved the zipper up my spine. I tingled at his masterful touch. He reached the top and withdrew both hands. Then I felt the knuckles of one hand gently brush down the track from between my shoulder blades to the small of my back. He was smoothing out the creases of my dress, but its effect smoothed out the creases between my legs.
+“There you go, ma’am. You a-gonna knock us all out tonight.”
+“Thank you, Scissors,” I said, turning and giving him a smile.
+Then he was back to welcoming and seating customers. I slipped back to my room.
+I heaved up my guitar case and laid it on the cot. I flicked the catches, lifted the lid, and there she was: my dear old Geeshie. Named after the great Delta blues singer Geeshie Wiley. She wasn’t much to look at, an unvarnished six-string acoustic, but she had the softest, sweetest action of any guitar. Gabby and Geeshie were a double act, a package deal.
+I lifted her from her cradle, and went to sit down with the guitar on my thigh. She didn’t need much tuning: she held tension well. I curled three fingers into a V-shape, and played out a languorous twelve-bar blues in D. I stretched out my pinkie to hammer on a G, creating a suspension. Geeshie sang true under my touch, the nails of my right hand plucking out the rhythm while the round fingertips of my left sought out the bluest of blues notes.
+There was a knock at the door.
+“Yes? Hi!”
+Ole Bill’s head appeared round the door. “Miss Smuts, we’re fitna get go’n’. Are you ready?”
+“Just give me a minute, and I’ll be out.”
+“Right you are.” He closed the door and went back out to his customers.
+I leaned Geeshie against the table, and then fished out my shoes from the bottom of the garment bag. I slipped into my lucky indigo heels, and stood to settle my feet down into them.
+I walked over to the cot, and took my guitar capo and bottleneck slide from the compartment in the neck of the guitar case, and slipped them and my car keys into a hidden pocket I’d sewn into the waistband of my performance dress. I perched on the chair and gave my hair a last tease with my pick.
+I emerged through the door beside the stage into the warmth of Ole Bill’s adoring smile.
+“I’m a-warm up the crowd for you, OK?”
+I nodded, and the old man bounded across the stage a tapped the old box microphone to gain the attention of the crowd.
+“Ladies an’ gen’lemen, with great pride Slick’s Swamp Shack presenna you the Diva of the Delta, Miss Gabrielle Smuts!”
+Hearty applause erupted all around the room. The fluorescent tubes had been turned off, and the shack was lit only by the hissing kerosene lamps dancing from the rafters. Bill continued his warm-up, describing the moment he first listened to the demo CD that Willie had sent out. The audience was surprisingly mixed: young and old, black and white, rich and poor.
+Up front the seersucker gentleman was sat at a table beside a cheerfully voluptuous woman, her ebony skin glowing in the lamplight. Their table was distinguished by a long lace tablecloth and small glass vase of gardenias. Scissors was at the bar exchanging bottles of beer for eagerly outthrust greenbacks, as late customers hustled to get their drinks before the show started.
+My focus returned to the stage as Ole Bill heaped superlative upon embarrassing superlative. “Without further ado, I give you Miss Gabrielle Smuts!” The applause rose once more. He reached out his arm towards me, and I was drawn magnetically onto the stage. Bill brushed my cheek with his lips. “Go get ‘em, girl!” He stepped down and went to help Scissors out at the bar.
+I looked out from behind the microphone. Every seat was taken and latecomers continued to throng the bar. “Er … Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I’m Gabrielle Smuts, and I want to share with you some old treasures of the blues. Thank you.” There was more applause, as I swung the guitar strap over my shoulder and rechecked its tuning.
+I leaped straight into a performance of Etta Baker’s One Dime Blues. It was my regular opener, because the bouncy Piedmont-style finger picking was one way to prove skeptical men in downtown blues clubs that I could play. Coming out of the bridge and looking up from Geeshie’s fretboard for the first time, I saw smiles and tapping feet all round. I rounded out my instrumental showcase and was met with applause.
+“Thank you, thank you,” I said, as I re-tuned to an open D major and pulled my chrome bottleneck slide from my waistband. “I think you’ll know this one.” I pulled a hard glissando up Geeshie’s fretboard and she wailed like a Mississippi swamp banshee. The raw sound of the Delta never failed to hit the audience right in the gut. I began a ragged twelve-bar blues, gulped down a breath, and crooned, “If your woman get personal / want you to have your fun.”  
+I heard a collective intake of breath as I released my voice into the space. I love the effect my voice has when folk hear it the first time. The warm wood acoustic of the room was perfect as I launched into my lightly revised version of Robert Johnson’s Traveling Riverside Blues. I repeated the line, infusing it with more cheeky sexiness, giving microtonal inflections to ‘personal’ and ‘your fun’.
+I punched the verse with, “Well, come on back to Slick’s Swamp Shack, baby / barrelhouse all night long.” My local namecheck was met with whoops of appreciation around the room, and seersucker and his big beauty clasped hands over the table. I rounded out the last bar with some slick fingerwork and wailing slides.
+“I got me boyfriends in Vicksburg / clean on into Tennessee / I got boyfriends in Vicksburg / clean on into Tennessee / but my Slick’s Swamp Shack rider, now / he hops all over me.” They didn’t have to know how a big a gulf existed between the woman of my lyrics and my lovelorn reality; while the gig was on I played the sexy seductress. My Geeshie accompanied me, gasping in feigned shock at my lewdness, then moaning sexually as I sang of my rider hoping all over me.
+The crowd was warming. A young white couple at the bar were locked in a passionate French kiss, and they weren’t alone in being moved to appreciate their companion: lip met lip, tongue to tongue, all over the joint, as if it were a Valentine’s special.
+I changed my stance, knowing this was going to get bawdier. “Gonna squeeze your lemon till / juice run down your leg / gonna squeeze your lemon till / juice run down my tongue / that’s what I’m talkin’ about / now gonna take you back to Slick’s Swamp Shack, baby / rock you to your head.” I felt my crotch wetten with arousal. I didn’t usually get so turned on by my lyrics: this was intense.
+It was about to get more intense. I took a wide stance, legs spread, and took the volume way down to a sultry stage whisper for my last verse. “Gonna feed you my jelly roll / get my cream right roun’ your face / gonna feed you my jelly roll, baby / get my cream right roun’ your face / ‘caus once you lick clean my dish, baby / you gonna want dessert ever’ night.” Geeshie added a few howling glissandi, and we closed out the number with a louche diminuendo.
+This time the applause was rapturous, and for only my second number. I spotted Ole Bill behind the bar raising a shot of whiskey in appreciation. To one side stood Scissors, his great hands above his head beating out thunderous praise while he whooped appreciation.
+A young woman in a leather skirt hung round his neck, pecking kisses on his thick-cut steak of a cheek. The only other person not applauding was the voluptuous woman at the front. She beamed at me with wide eyes, her mouth a perfect O. It took me a moment to spot the fine leather soles of a pair of spectators, toes down, peeking from under her lace tablecloth. Colonel Seersucker had a taste for some chocolate jelly roll!
+I giggled to myself at the effect I was having, while I returned Geeshie to standard tuning and slipped my slide into its pocket. “Thank you,” I gushed, “This is a Memphis Minnie number, _When the Levee Breaks.”_ A smattering of applause welcomed the fast finger picking that was a tribute to Minnie’s style. The playover done, I inhaled and switched to my deep, husky contralto register, “If it keep on rainin’ / levee gonna break.” As I sang the words, I became aware of a flood precipitating in my panties.
+I knew from my blues research that it was a song about the Great Mississippi Flood of 1927, but suddenly every word was pregnant with innuendo. “I’s a mean old levee / cause me to weep and moan / I’s a mean old levee / cause me to weep and moan / gonna leave my baby, and my happy home.” The audience was with me in this interpretation. Couples were kissing and engaging in some heavy petting. Mama Jelly Roll began to coo gently with pleasure from her dapper gentleman’s submensal offertory.
+I moved on through a series of three more blues classics – some Geeshie Wiley, Ma Rainey, and more Memphis Minnie – all fine blues ladies. I enjoyed the tease of introducing Ma Rainey’s _Black Bottom_ with “Now I want to show you my black bottom,” in the same way she did. This and the other songs felt sleazier than ever, as the floor seethed into a friendly swamp orgy. The colonel came up from under tablecloth, red faced and with a contented smile of work well done.
+“Thank you. I’m gonna take ten. Don’t be goin’ nowhere.” More appreciative applause washed over me. I propped Geeshie safely at the back of the narrow stage, and moved down towards the bar.
+“Mighty fine, that’s mighty fine. You’re one Queen of Hearts!” exclaimed Colonel Seersucker, beaming at me, his chin glistening with moisture, his or hers.
+“Indeed, girl, you can sing them blues!” added Mama Jelly Roll, pursing her fingers together in praise.
+“Thank you. You’re too kind,” I said as I placed a hand on the soft seersucker of the gentleman’s shoulder. I felt that I knew them after observing their little bit of fun, as if they were my kinky godmother and godfather.
+I moved slowly through the crowd like a conquering hero, as they pressed to gladhand me, and pat me with their praise.
+As I approached the bar the young woman in the leather skirt bounced in front of me. “You sure can sing an’ play that guitar!” I took her hand, if only to regulate her bouncing.
+Scissors squeezed up behind her, wrapping her in his thick arms. “I see you met my Saving Grace. I call her that ‘cause she done pull me up out the swamp when I gone drunk too much liquor when I finish with wrestlin’.”
+I looked at Grace, short and slim. “You were strong enough to pull him out of the swamp?”
+“No way I could let him die! That’d be horrible! I done strain with all my might to be savin’ him, holdin’ his darlin’ head up outta water, an’ hollerin’ at the top of my lung’ for he’p.”
+“That the power of love, right there!” proclaimed Scissors as he planted a sloppy kiss on her cheek.
+“Miss Smuts, you sure well done earn this!” Ole Bill called out from the bar, holding up a shot of whiskey.
+The crowd parted so I could get the bar. I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face: this was my best gig ever, and I was high on it.
+“Thanks, Bill,” I said as I saluted him with the glass. This time the whiskey gave me no heartburn, but prickled its warmth across my cheeks. I put down the empty glass on the bar, as Ole Bill filled a tumbler with water.
+“You mus’ keep that voice of yours hydrated now.”
+“That’s so thoughtful of you.” I greedily gulped down the cool water.
+“It an ole school frien’ of yours here, done drive up outta Jackson specially to see you.”
+I looked at Bill quizzically. Apart from a second cousin I’d never seen, I didn’t know anyone from Jackson.
+“Now where can that fine young gen’leman be?” Bill scanned the crowd, and raised his hand to beckon a man to the bar.
+He was the image of a gypsy fortune teller’s promise of tall, dark and handsome. He wore a fitted navy polo shirt and khakis, with neat hair, horn- rimmed glasses and a boyish grin. I couldn’t place him. “Hi Gabby! Don’t suppose you remember me. I’m James Singer. We were at high school together.”
+Suddenly, I recognized the beanpole nerdy guy who had now become a man. His shirt showed enough of his biceps and pecs to tell me he worked out. I remember feeling sympathy for him when other kids picked on this geeky weakling. He was weak no more. “Of course I remember you, James,” I replied, shaking his hand. “And you drove out from Jackson specially to see me?”
+“I sure did. There was this little poster in a bar a couple of blocks down from UMMC – the Ole Miss medical center – I saw your name, and recognized you in the photo as the girl with big hair from high school who would sing a song at the drop of a hat. I must say you sound … and look fantastic.”
+“Why, thank you! I hope I’ve improved a little on high school.”
+“I’ll say! I went to every show you sang there, but this gig knocks them all out of the park!”
+I smiled with embarrassment. I could just about take Ole Bill’s adulation, but when it was a cute guy like this … I wished I could remember as much about him as he did of me. “So you live in Jackson now?”
+“Oh no, I’m just there for a conference, and a darn lame one at that. I’m still in Atlanta. I’m a cardiologist at Emory University Hospital.”
+A cardiologist: my mind said ‘heart’, and my heart went ‘throb’. The crazy headiness of the gig made want to grab this guy and kiss him hard. I wondered if there was a subtle way to ask whether he was married, but I couldn’t think of one.
+Ole Bill interrupted with two shots of whiskey, “For the reunion of ole frien’s!��
+“Why, thank you, Bill!” answered James as he picked up the two shots, offering one to me. He wasn’t wearing a ring. He raised his glass, “To the most beautiful blues singer I know.”
+“To the … well … only cardiologist I know.”
+We laughed and downed our shots.
+“Bes’ be gettin’ back up there, Miss Smuts,” Bill interjected. “You don’t wanna be keepin’ your audience waitin’ now.”
+James leaned in, “So is that your … er … stage name, or did you never marry?”
+A gong sounded in my head – perhaps from the whiskey – ‘we have a winner!’ I turned in to him, inhaling his cologne – sandalwood. “No one’s been brave enough to take me yet!” I teased, and sauntered back through the tables and chairs, wiggling my ass all the way to the stage.
+I jumped right into the Robert Johnson classic Cross Road Blues, pulling my bottleneck hard up Geeshie’s strings to make her wail. Suddenly the chatter of the interval ceased and the room was mine once more.
+I didn’t care much for the legend of Robert Johnson’s pact with the devil at the crossroads. When I became a year older than he was when he died, so tragically young, I felt I could now exorcise the song of all that hoodoo. The way I sang it, the song was about bad choices: my bad choices, mostly when it came to picking men. Now I found myself right back at that crossroads, praying down on my knees to get reaquainted with a cute young doctor.
+The applause was powerful, but I felt the need to push it further. I changed my set, “Here’s another Robert Johnson number.” I broke into _Terraplane Blues._ In my version, it was I who was the car, the sleek, powerful Terraplane in need of a good tune-up and taking for a ride. “And I feel so lonesome / you hear me when I moan.” I repeated it, laying bare my need. “Who gonna drive my Terraplane? / it been too long since you been gone.” The shack was like a resonator, amplifying my emotion. I felt like weeping out my lovelorn heart. I was in need of that heart doctor.
+Even before I hit the second verse, my hidden sex pulsed in anticipation. “I said I flashed my lights, baby / but the horn won’t even blow / I goddamn flashed my lights at you, honey / but the horn don’t even blow / mus’ be a short in the connection / hoo well, babe, it’s way down below.” I was hot and horny, and I wasn’t alone. The young white couple were back to French kissing, only now she must have unfastened her jeans so her beau could reach inside to grab her ass cheeks. As I sang “way down below,” one of his forearms disappeared, drilling deep down into a rich seam.
+“I want you to hoist my hood, baby / better check the oil / I need you to hoist my hood, baby / come on check the oil / you can take me round the block, chauffeur / or all the way down to Arkansas.”
+“I’m gonna need you get deep down in this connection / keep tanglin’ with my wires / you needa get deep down in this connection / get tanglin’ with my wires / and when you mash down my li’l starter / that spark plug sure gonna fire.”
+I let Geeshie take center stage, playing through the melody with quivering blues notes. I repeated the first verse – “And I feel so lonesome / you hear me when I moan” – and it felt like I was making a desperate plea, like I was singing out to the crowd, “Just fuck me now!”
+Finishing out the set with a few other pieces, I was the horniest I’d ever been in my life. The atmosphere in the room was saturated with sex. As I leaned my Geeshie against the back of the stage, all I wanted was to fly into the arms of Dr. James Singer. It was as if the crowd knew, and they parted like the Red Sea before me, opening onto a vista of the man who suddenly seemed my everything. He stood square on to me, feet planted, hands open just wide of his thighs.
+“Phenomenal!” he beamed.
+I threw myself against him, trying, failing to mask my need with a friendly hug. I wrapped my arms round his neck and mashed my breasts into his warm, hard chest. His hands held me in the small of my back and between my shoulder blades. It was too much, too obvious. I leaned back in the embrace. His dark eyes mesmerized. He craned his neck forward, and I parted my lips to receive him. His kiss was silk, luxuriously light. He pulled back, his face creased in earnest emotion.
+“I’m so sorry, Gabby. I didn’t …”
+With a hand on the back of his head, I pulled his lips back hard against mine. I kissed him hungrily, and he returned the kiss with desperation. His hand moved from my upper back, and his fingers wove into the curls over my right ear. I loved his hand in my hair, his palm against the burning coal of my cheek.
+I slipped the tip of my tongue between his lips, tasting him. His tongue pushed back into my mouth, and we abandoned ourselves to the kiss. His trimmed nails pressed into the temporal ridge above my ear, and my scalp tingled in arcs from ear to ear. Our lips revolved around each other as our tongues twisted between. This kiss had no thought, no purpose, no technique; it was.
+There was no telling how long it was before we parted to gulp down the humid air in the shack. I glanced around. Everyone was minding their own business, or, more correctly, minding the business of the person they were with.
+“Do you wanna get some air?” I asked, searching his big browns.
+“Sure!” He took my hand and led me to the front door of the shack.
+It was just humid out as in, but a slight breeze made the night air pleasant, refreshing. Goose flesh rose on my arms. Two steps down from the veranda and my heels sunk slightly into the dirt of the lot.
+“James, I can’t walk out here in my heels!” I called to him.
+He turned, taking in the sight of the diva out of her natural habitat. “Wanna piggyback, Gabby?” He waited for no answer, but hunkered down before me.
+I slid my arms around his neck and parted my legs to mount him. He took hold of me behind my knees, and rose up through me, hoisting me up in the night as if I were weightless. I hadn’t ridden on someone’s back since junior high.
+My faultless mount strode off across the lot. I pressed my cheek against the woolly hairline on the nape of his neck. My dress was bunched up over my thighs, and the wet crotch of my panties rode the firmness of his spine. “Where are we going?”
+“Don’t rightly know. Was thinking of my car. Can’t carry you round all night now.”
+A few strides more and we rounded a beat-up Bimmer convertible; a raw gash along its side exposed ripped metal. A step further and we saw the young white couple. She was sprawled on her back on the hood of the car – her t-shirt pulled up, her bra pulled down to expose hard pink nipples – while her beau was fucking her hard. Both were oblivious to their new audience.
+James backed away and moved us off as Bimmer Girl’s cries rose.
+“Don’t you mind them fucking on the hood of your car?”
+“Another dent’s not gonna hurt it any.”
+“You got a nice car, nicer than mine. What happened to it?”
+James halted. “Hah!” His laughter vibrated through me, a vertebra rubbing my clit through my panties. “The nurses joke I’m the worst driver in ATL. They call me Captain Crash. My insurance is through the roof!”
+“Perhaps you should have disclosed this before I hopped on your back!”
+We reached one side of the lot. The ground rose over tree roots before dropping down steeply to the swamp below. James turned and lowered my feet onto a knot of roots, solid ground of a sort. I struggled to find my footing, leaning back against the gnarled trunk of a cypress.
+I relinquished hold of James’s neck just long enough for him to turn back to me. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him against me. He stumbled on the roots, and fell into me. Our lips found each other. I existed between rough bark and soft lips.
+James pulled back, gulped and looked down. Without looking up he struggled over his words, “Gabby, I know this is forward, but … when ever since hearing you sing about your … er … jelly roll … I’ve been desperate … to taste you … you know, down there.” His eyes rose to meet mine, ashamed of his forwardness, but hungry for me.
+I took in a sharp breath. James, I’m yours to devour!”
+We kissed with greater passion.
+He sank to his knees in front of me, planting a kiss on my belly through the fabric of my dress. His hands ranged up my outer thighs under my skirt, and pulled my blue lacy panties down to my ankles. His hands rose once more, and his lips tickled over my knee cap. His hands rounded my ass inside my dress. I threw my head back against my sturdy swamp tree.
+I gasped as he squeezed my butt. Looking down, I saw his head slipping under the hem of my dress, and felt his lips connect wetly with my quivering inner thigh. I took hold of the mound of blue material, and eased his head up into my crotch, desperate for the feel of his lips on my pussy.
+Ten yards away, Bimmer Girl cried out in orgasm. James’s lips made contact with my lower set, and I responded to the girl’s call with a bottleneck slide of a moan. I turned my ankles, bent my knees, and pushed James’s lips between mine. I moaned again. It wasn’t quite as long as since my last piggyback, but it had been a good while since I last had a man’s face between my legs.
+His tongue slipped up into me, and I knew I was wet and open to him. I held his head, and ground myself into his mouth, anxious to connect him with every inch of my sex. He drew his tongue up through my cleft, and I had to throw myself back against my tree to keep from falling over him. My movement pushed my pelvis out, and harder against him. My moan this time was more of a wail.
+His tongue met my apex and looped languorously around the hood of my clit. He worked around me again, and again. The cool evening breeze lifted my curls, soothed by burning cheeks, and carried my moans out into the swamp. He plowed through my sweet spot. I shuddered, releasing his head, pushing the fingers of one hand into my hair, and cupping my breast with the other. I abandoned myself to him. He circled me a few more times before pushing his tongue through me again.
+I leaned my head back against my cypress and let him take me up beyond my sexual plateau. His hands firmly squeezed my ass, and I mounted upon him like a bird at the dawning of the day. The gulf between me and the stage diva narrowed and twisted together into a new delta of emotions. When I came, I came hard with my screams of joy floating out over the backwaters.
+I dug my fingers into his shoulders. “That’s what I mean, baby!” I pulled my dress from over James’s head, releasing him, revealing my new lover’s glistening, smiling features.
+“You taste delicious. I could eat dessert every night!”
+“I think I could live with that.” I hooked my hands under his arms, motioning him to stand. The knees of his khakis were darkened with mud. I tasted myself on his lips, kissing him with gratitude. I wriggled one shoe and then other free of my underwear, and stepped down from the root knot, clutching them up behind me.
+As I stepped back into the dank lot, I spotted my little Toyota right there, and had an idea. I slipped my hand into the waistband pocket hidden in my dress, and pulled out my car keys. I opened its door and stood in the white light of its interior.  
+“I know it’s not as classy as your convertible.”
+“Intact though.”
+“Let’s see what we can do about that!” I reached for him, and kissed him. I pulled slowly away from his lips, and lowered myself onto the edge of the driver’s seat. My hands slid over his chest to his belt. “I wanna return the favor!” I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his khakis, letting them slide down the sculpted ebony pillars of his legs. The bulging pouch of a pair of maroon boxer briefs faced me.
+I ran my fingertips over the shape, and he emitted a low, throaty groan. I brought my palm against the heat of his bulge and pressed onto it. He groaned once more. I wound my fingers into the side opening of his pouch and grasped his straining manhood. With my other hand I held the fabric agape, and pulled his dick through the opening. He was beautiful: hard, thick and twitching with expectation.
+“You’ve had me hard since you first started singing tonight.”
+I reached for him, pulling softly on his shaft, and bringing a bead of dew to his tip. I flicked my tongue over it, tasting its saltiness, and took his head between my lips. James moaned more loudly.
+I pursed my lips together and plunged as far down his shaft as I could manage, then slowly sucked back up.
+“My God, Gabby! You’ll make me come in no time if you do that.”
+Encouraged, I repeated the action. I reached around him and seized his tight ass in both hands, pulling him into my mouth once again. I wrapped my tongue around the head of his dick, tasting more of his flavor, and he trembled against me. I looked up at his face, contorted with pleasure, and licked a wet trail up the underside of his quivering dick.
+I was back to sucking him deeply, building up speed. My hands slipped down the back of his thighs, and then back under the leg elastic of his briefs to grasp his naked rump. I wound my tongue around him and dug my nails into his fleshly butt. His fingers plowed through my hair, caressing my scalp as I sucked his dick. I plunged down his shaft.
+“Oh, that’s it!” His fingers pressed against the side of my head.
+I increased speed, twirling my tongue around him. After a few minutes of that treatment, I could feel James’s sexual tension.
+“No, Gabby! Stop! I’m going to come!”
+I wanted to taste him, and pulled his dick into my mouth.
+“Fuck! No!”
+He exploded in my mouth in fountains of hot cum. I gulped down his salty seed. I was the sultry diva of my performance, sucking down my man’s juice.
+He pulled his hands from my hair, and collapsed onto the hard top of the Toyota. I gave his beautiful dick one last lick, and looked up at his exhausted face.
+“Sorry, Gabby, I couldn’t hold back.”
+“No, I wanted to taste you.”
+He sunk down on his knees in front of me, and leaned in for a passionate, grateful kiss, his hands caressing my breasts. I luxuriated in his touch for a long time.
+“Miss Smuts!” It was Scissors calling out across the lot.
+James stood up and waved.
+“They be callin’ for an encore from the diva, if you’re up for it, li’l lady,” inquired Scissors.
+I stood, smoothing down my dress, and locking the car behind me. “Yeah, I could manage that,” I told him. I was so high on the night, that I could go back and sing a whole bonus gig. I took a step in my heels, and added, “But I can’t walk across this lot in these shoes.”
+James crossed his forearms, “How about a chair hoist?”
+Scissors reached out and grasped James’s wrists, their arms forming a lattice, which they lowered for me. I sat on their hands, wrapping an arm around their shoulders, and my new friends hoisted smoothly back to Slick’s Swamp Shack.
+Ole Bill was at the bar. “Time for a beer,” he said, putting two bottles on the counter for James and me.
+“Why thank you!” said James, taking a slug from his bottle.
+“Miss Smuts, are you up for givin’ us some more of your beautiful music?” asked Bill.
+“Please!” cried Grace, hopping at the end of the bar.
+“Sure, I’d love to sing a bit more,” I replied, sipping at my beer.
+“Would you min’ a bit of accompaniment?” asked Ole Bill, as he pulled a violin and bow from below the bar. “Scissors done fetch it from the storeroom out back.”
+“Sure, why not! Let’s have a jam session!” I answered.
+“Not me, the han’some doctor.” Bill held out the fiddle for James.
+I looked at James, nonplussed.
+“How d’you know I played?” he said.
+“I thought to m’se’f why some hot-shot doctor would have a hickey on his neck,” replied Bill.
+Sure enough, as James held back his collar, there was a small welt on the left side of his neck, at just the height of a violin held in the crook of the neck.
+I winked at him, “So, good doctor, are you up for a jam session?”
+“The chance of making sweet music with my favorite blues singer?” he said, taking the fiddle and bow.
+“Come on then, maestro!” I told him, slapping his ass as I passed him, before working my way between the tables to the stage.
+“Sweetheart, I jus’ been prayin’ for more,” said Mama Jelly Roll as I passed her.
+I stepped up on the stage and retrieved Geeshie, turning to see James join me.
+“If it ain’t too much trouble, let me have your A.”
+I played him the open string, and he tucked the fiddle under his chin and tuned to my note. He tuned the other strings from it, looked across at me and nodded.
+I stepped up to the microphone. “Ladies and gentleman, for an encore, I present a jam session with my old school friend …”
+“And new lover!” called Mama Jelly Roll.
+I smirked at her, and then at James, who returned the smirk. “… Dr. James Singer.” I stepped back, turning to him, “What shall we start with?”
+“How about a slow twelve-bar?”
+“D major good for you?”
+He nodded.
+I began a slow finger-picking blues. One bar in, James’s fiddle entered, singing the line just as I would sing it. I picked through the accompaniment, and his fiddle sang a simple, unadorned blues melody.
+We returned to the beginning, and James made the fiddle wail just as I would Geeshie. These and the next twelve bars were more improvised, James’s fiddle soaring and singing, allowing me to throw some simple suspensions and sevenths into the rhythm part below him. Then he brought his melody down low and slow, and mirrored my rhythm part.
+“Play it, Gabby!” he said.
+I moved my fingers up Geeshie’s fretboard, bending the notes like a howl. James bowed the slow rhythm part below me, and I played off it, soaring, singing, wailing.
+I looked out over the room. Colonel Seersucker and Mama Jelly Roll were kissing and canoodling up front. The Bimmer girl was being twirled as she danced with her beau. Ole Bill was to one side of the bar, raising another glass of whiskey to our performance.
+Scissors was leaning back behind the bar, smiling up at me. It was only from the raised stage that I could spot the top of Grace’s head bobbing against her big man’s crotch. The rest of the room was full of people doing similar things – kissing, cuddling, dancing, drinking, and perhaps more intimate things.
+I became aware that James had left the rhythm part behind and had risen to improvise round my own playing. I turned to him and smiled, hammering on that G in a suspension. He answered with a long glissando onto a G, giving me a wink. The game was on: I twisted and turned, and he followed, improvising off me. Then he slipped down an octave, and I followed him.
+I turned to face him, and he me. I upped the tempo, the duel was on. I threw fast fingerpicking, note bending, hammering and sliding. I felt my panty-less crotch get wet again as I played with my man. His boyish smile beamed at my over his sawing bow, mud stains still on the knees of his pants. He responded with a series of rapid tremolos played up near the bridge of the violin, producing an impassioned plea.
+I bent some squealing blues notes, and James responded with a series of ethereal harmonics that made my hair pop. My body was on fire, deeply aroused. Our eyes met, registering satisfaction of each other’s playing.
+I dropped back to the slow, twelve-bar rhythm part, and James mirrored me with a double-stopped drone that filled out my part. Hollers and whoops erupted around the shack. Starting with Scissors, as Grace stood up beside him, wiping her chin. Maybe his climax had corresponded with ours. We brought the music way down low, to an exhausted diminuendo of an ending. Applause broke out. James held aloft his fiddle and bow in his left hand and took my hand with his right, leading us in a bow to the enraptured house.
+Suddenly, Grace was there before the stage with an old Polaroid camera. “May I?” she asked us.
+I nodded, and, before I knew it, Ole Bill and Scissors were on the stage beside us. My old Geeshie and I, James and his borrowed fiddle, the man- mountain Scissors, and the half-blind, but so perceptive, Bill huddled together for two shots.
+“Memories of one blissful night. One for behin’ the bar, an’ one for the diva lady!” declared Grace.
+The huddle broke, and Ole Bill handed me a stuffed envelope. “It more than I done promise your manager, but less than what you did give us.”
+I could only smile into his cloudy eyes as I took the money.
+Scissors handed James one of the polaroids from Grace. “For your li’l lady there.”
+I smiled at the possessive turn of phrase.
+“You two lovebirds can use the backroom for the night. I gonna fix you a royal breakfas’ come mornin’,” beamed Bill.
+Without hesitation, I took James’s hand and led him off through the stage door and back round to the ‘green room’. I tossed the money on the table, and James his fiddle beside it, standing the slowly developing photograph between its strings. I stowed Geeshie back in her case, closed the lid and its catches, and leaned it against the wall.
+That was enough: our hands and lips were exploring each other hungrily. I took James’s wrist and lowered his hand down my back to the zip of my dress. As he moved the zip slowly down its track, my breasts heaved free against the loosened fabric. He slid the dress over my shoulders, kissing the exposed rise of my breasts in their blue lace cups. I placed my hands on his shoulders, and eased my feet down out of my shoes.
+I stepped back, and wriggled out of my dress. James knelt before me, kissing the thick crop of my pubic hair as I revealed it. I pushed him back, so I could step out of the dress and hang it in its bag. He stood and caressed my breasts from behind as I reached to hang the dress. His hands rounded my back and unhitched my bra strap, easing me free of my last constraint, kissing across my shoulder blade. He turned me slowly in his arms, and as I turned I saw the developed photo.
+“James, look!”
+He peered over my shoulder, following my pointing hand to the photograph. There were the five us: me, James, Ole Bill, Scissors, and the man I knew from the other pictures, the man I thought must be Slick.
+James whispered, “Ole Bill did say that Slick put a whole lotta love into this place.”
+We all had felt his presence tonight. I leaned against James chest, letting his hands cup my breasts, smelling his cologne. I whispered to him, “Fuck me!”"
+90,F6: Spreading the Word,FAWCker,Chain Stories,2015-12-10,2015-12-10,2022-01-08 03:48:55,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f6-spreading-the-word,She cheats. He makes sure everyone knows it. Then it gets in.,"['Billboard', 'Car Wrap', 'Cheating', 'Fawc', 'Hea', 'Miscommunication', 'Office Wife', 'Reconciliation', 'Revenge', 'Wife']",4.24,"This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y C. Each item was used in the story. There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.
+The list for this story includes: Lecturer, Licorice, Laundry room, Lech
+* * * *
+It was so clichéd, I'm embarrassed to even mention it.
+I wonder how many other spouses, all across the country, are having their lives destroyed every evening by the callous, vicious, cruelty of the ones they've committed their lives to.
+How do they respond, when out of the blue, with no warning, and absolute zero consideration from their significant other, they hear the words, ""I'm leaving.""
+How do they feel, to know their entire life has been a sham, their future plans have just been obliterated, and they are back at square one?
+I sat in shock, my mind stalled, unable to respond. The words were like an evil virus that short-circuited any semblance of thought. I felt like I'd been punched in the solar plexus, unable to breathe, as the impact left me helpless.
+""I know you'll agree that things between us haven't been good lately. I'm tired of being nothing but a trophy wife, a bauble you own. I need a change, and I know you do too. I'm sure you'll realize that once you've had time to think about it.""
+Finally, the gray matter sputtered and restarted. My heart shuddered and started weakly beating. The breath that had been trapped in my chest escaped with a whistling rush, past my paralytic vocal chords. ""Leaving?"" I squeaked, like a teenage adolescent passing through puberty.
+I'll readily admit it could have been worse; it could be the hackneyed bubble- gum chewing process server dropping the manila envelope in your hand and telling you that you've been served. Yes, I can only imagine how horrible that would be. But in the stories, the spouse getting served usually deserves it. For the life of me, I couldn't think of anything I'd done wrong.
+Or perhaps the family lecture, where everyone knows but you, spouse and children gathered around the table, laying out the new rules they've adopted, for a game you never agreed to. That would be pretty terrible. Luckily we had no children, and the idea of my wife as the lecturer was ludicrous. I loved the woman, but she wasn't much for oratorical feats. I had to wonder who'd been doing the coaching for her to put together that initial devastating salvo.
+Worse yet, it could have been the cheater's ambush, where they bring their partner in adultery with them, nominally for support, but in actuality their purpose is to ridicule and humiliate you, so that you roll over without a fight. They cut your knees out from under you, gut you, stab you in the heart and the back at the same time, leaving you bleeding, dying in the home you'd created together, your sanctuary, now a crime scene. I can't imagine much worse.
+I'd only been in the door a minute or so, wondering why her Lexus was in the driveway. She never drove the Lexus, not since I gave her the Beemer for her birthday. I barely had time to even sit down, when I saw her coming out of the back with a suitcase in her hand. She delivered her initial salvo, with the impact of a cannonball at close range. While I struggled to comprehend what had just happened, she had placed her suitcase by the door. I had just noticed there were three of them, and a hang-up bag, when her mouth opened and her secondary fusillade tore me apart.
+I knew things weren't good? I knew nothing of the kind! I thought things were great, to be honest. And trophy wife? Where did that come from? It didn't make sense. None of it made sense.
+""We'll talk later,"" she said, standing in front of me, her simple words sniper shots picking me off, every time I tried to recover.
+I struggled to form a sentence, create coherency from my jumbled thoughts. All that escaped my lips, past the desolate dry wasteland that was now my mouth, was a single word, wrought with feeling.
+""Elizabeth?""
+""Sorry to spring it on you like this, Willie, but something came up. I'll be gone for two weeks. I'll tell you how things are going to be when I get back.""
+She'd tell me? Gone? Two weeks?
+The door opened, and he walked into my house like he owned it. Taller, younger, fitter. Of course. It was my tortured destiny. He gave me a grin and a little wave, turned at the door, picked up the smallest suitcase and tucked it under his arm, then lifted the other two by the handle. ""This is it, baby? Just these three?""
+She turned to him and smiled, nodding. ""That's all, Randy. I'll be out in a second.""
+She turned to me, her face taking on an exasperated expression as if somehow I was making this difficult, causing her trouble. ""You'll be fine, Willie. You'll see. Things will be better, I promise."" Then she leaned over and gave me a fucking kiss on the cheek!
+My wife of five years turned and left. That was the end. Simple enough, I guess. I had no say in the matter, no input, nothing.
+* * * *
+I was wandering through the house. You wouldn't know she was gone. Her spoor was everywhere, little signs of where she'd been. Her long blonde hairs on the back of the seat cushions, a third of her purse still scattered across her dresser, where she'd swapped purses before leaving. Makeup, tissues, paper receipts, her miscellaneous daily detritus covered half the surface. Her side of the bathroom was its usual explosion of her war paint, camouflage, and artist tools.
+Her energy bars were on the kitchen counter, yoga mat by the door, keys with that stupid Winnie the Pooh keychain still hanging up in the hall. I turned on the TV and the Lifetime Channel came on.
+It was a mistake. She wasn't gone. I must have misunderstood. Maybe it was a work emergency. She didn't say what I thought she did. She couldn't have. We were happy. Discussing where to go on our summer vacation just a couple of weeks ago. We'd made love on Saturday after going out to eat. There was the grocery list, on the refrigerator.
+I went to bed, setting both of our alarms. Woke up and looked for her beside me. Made the bed and neatened the room, for when she came home. I cooked breakfast for two, before going to work at the usual time, and called her phone to let her know what time I'd be home. No answer, but she often didn't answer. She was busy, that was it, so I left a message. I looked for her once I arrived home, checked to see if her clothing was back, if she was back. I made us dinner and wrapped her plate in saran wrap for later. I stayed up later than usual; I didn't want to miss her when she returned.
+The following day I stuck to my schedule. I drove her car to work, still imbued with her smell. A reminder that she wasn't really gone. She couldn't be. Her oil change was overdue, so I took it to work and had the guys in the garage give it a full checkout and detail it.
+Elizabeth was a beautiful woman. I was reminded of it every time I entered the building, looking at her likeness beaming down at me from our billboard. She was the face of the business. Such a pretty face.
+I was working on autopilot but still went through the motions. I inspected the three latest vehicles and approved the repairs and upgrades before putting them in the warehouse. I confirmed the prices and read the advertising before they would go up on our website and Craigslist. The Lexus had 97,000 miles and was in perfect shape. We'd bite the bullet and put it on eBay cars.
+Mine was a small business, actually a dual business. On the left side of the warehouse, we purchased high-end cars at auction, refurbished and resold them. Usually higher mileage vehicles which we could pick up dirt cheap and turn over quickly, often financing ourselves after a down payment that covered our expenses. Amy worked the desk and handled all the computer stuff. Ralph and Jimmy worked sales on commission. The three guys in the garage performed our maintenance, detailing, and car repairs. For paint and major bodywork, we contracted out the work. Javier could do interiors, and all three could do basic auto repair.
+For the most part, it was all about appearances. We worked over the car inside and out and made it look gorgeous. Spent a little more than our competitors, upgrading sound and navigation systems, reupholstering when necessary, fixing chrome and dings, cleaning the engine, that kind of stuff. It paid off. We were growing, and profitable.
+On the other side of the warehouse were the HP LX800 Printer and the wrap and tint bays. I attend a lot of car auctions, and one day while inspecting a small fleet of business vehicles, I found the $200,000 printer and managed to pick it up, including a ton of HP latex inks and wrap material, for less than 40 grand. It was chancy, but that was the start of our Car Wrap business. It had turned into a good steady income stream and I was cross training the garage guys to be able to do wraps. For the moment, I just had Linda and Dave. They both worked part-time initially and were paid by the piece. It had turned into a full-time job for both of them after less than a year. Dave did the designs, and Linda did the install. She added the window tinting options with my permission. With her skills, applying the film was a piece of cake and she had Javier doing it within a week. Now, virtually all of our used vehicles went out with tinted windows.
+I was updated on the latest, peeking into the two occupied bays, where we were doing wraps for some landscaping business. At $3000 apiece for a full wrap, they must be doing okay. Then again, car wraps are a pretty good investment. In a busy area, with a commercial vehicle, you can generate 30,000 to 70,000 views per day. That's a lot of free advertising after the initial investment. And it works. I know because my business truck was wrapped and we got calls off it.
+As the day ended, I knew I was getting some odd looks from the people in the office, but honestly, I didn't care. I just needed to get through the day. Elizabeth would probably be home.
+* * * *
+I turned off my alarm and rolled out of bed. The other side was still empty. Three nights empty. I was tired, sleeping was becoming difficult. I made my way to the shower, and stood under the water, trying to wake up. I had barely stepped out when her alarm went off.
+It beeped and beeped, and beeped. I'd always hated her alarm. I woke to radio, letting the words slowly seep into my unconscious, dragging me back to reality. Her alarm was an ice pick to the brain. On, and on, and on, and on ...
+I marched into the bedroom, grabbed that damn radio, tore it out of the wall, and threw it into her closet. Fucking oversized closet, as big as a small bedroom, full of her crap. Bitch. Tens of thousands of dollars of her shit in there. I'd paid for all of them. And she left. Ungrateful slut!
+I snapped, and when I was somewhat cogent, I could see I'd destroyed her closet, dresser, and half the bathroom. Her half. I was gasping for air, my hands and arms were bleeding, the fury barely contained.
+""God damn bitch! She'll tell me how things will be? The whore runs off with her fuck buddy, and she's gonna tell me how I'm supposed to handle it? Well, fuck her!""
+I tore through the house, taking anything of hers and shoving it into industrial garbage bags, depositing each full one in the garage. Pictures she'd chosen, knickknacks she'd bought, hell, even the food that she ate, it went into the bags until I'd erased her from my home.
+I was still stomping through the house, bagging her shit, when I heard the knocking at the front door. It opened, and Amy's voice carried back to the dining room where I was 'sanitizing' things.
+""Damn it, Willie, how many times have I told you if you're not—Holy Shit! What happened!"" she shrieked.
+""Just doing a little necessary clean up,"" I explained. Amy had been with me from the start. From day one, longer that any of them, hell, longer than Elizabeth. She deserved to know.
+""If this is cleaning up, I'd hate to have seen it before. What are we cleaning?"" she asked, picking up one end of the garbage bag, and following me.
+""Slut spoor.""
+""Slut spoor? I don't get it,"" she said.
+""Any and all traces of the useless, lying, cheating, fornicating, adulterous slut that used to live here.""
+Next thing I knew, she had a hold of my arm, pulling at it, dragging me away from the china cabinet. ""Stop, Willie. Talk to me. What happened? Where's E-Beth?""
+""Fuck her, Amy. I don't need her. Don't need some syphilitic, parasitic, cheating, mendacious whore!""
+She kept pulling at me, dragging me into the living room. ""What happened? Where is she? You didn't do anything crazy, did ya, Willie? You didn't hurt her?""
+""Hurt her? Hurt _her?""_ I laughed. Okay, the laughter may have sounded a bit hysterical even to me. ""She's the one who left. She's the one who wants out. That whore is the one off fucking 'Randy' for two weeks. Trying to tell me how it's gonna go. She's the liar, the cheat, the slut. I'm just the poor asshole that had no idea what was going on.""
+""That's why you've been walking around in a daze for two days.""
+""Fuck her. She doesn't get to tell me how it goes. No fucking way.""
+Amy grabbed my hand. ""Stop Willie. Stop acting crazy, and tell me what the hell is going on here. Elizabeth left? She asked for a divorce?""
+""Gone for two fuckin' weeks. Just walks in, says 'I'm leaving', then takes three packed bags and Randy, and says she'll be back in two weeks to _tell_ me the details.""
+""She always was a high-maintenance selfish bitch, but it was pretty obvious she loved you, and you loved her. It's why we put up with her shit. It don't make a lot of sense.""
+""You didn't see Randy. Taller, younger, better hair, better body, dressed like he's on a fuckin' magazine cover. I got traded in, Amy. The cheating bitch traded me in on a newer model.""
+She calmed me down long enough to get the full story. I saw the pity in her eyes and felt the humiliation all over again. Amy pulled me in close and gave me a big hug.
+Don't get me wrong, a hug was all it was. A symbol of support and affection, no more. Amy was a friend. A friend who understood what I was going through. I'd been there for her when her marriage went down in flames, and gave her a hand back up. She'd worked with me from the start, encouraged and supported me while I dated and eventually married the fucking, lying, backstabbing, adulterous cheater.
+I waited for the inevitable ""I told you so."" Amy had encouraged me to draw up a prenup, even had her brother-in-law draft one for me. I said no. I didn't need one, I was in love, and what kind of way was that to start a new life?
+Amy did nothing of the kind. She dragged me to the bedroom and told me to get cleaned up and dressed. I heard her on the phone, calling our office cleaning service and scheduling them to come in and take care of the mess I'd made. She re-bandaged my hands and arms, after the shoddy job I'd done.
+By the time I was human again, she had dragged me out to her car, and we were headed down the road.
+""I really don't feel up to working,"" I told her. ""I need you to take care of things for a few days.""
+She turned into Skinny Marie's Diner and parked the car. ""No work, I promise, Boss. We've got bigger things to deal with.""
+Over brunch, she told me how things were going to be. Damn. I'm glad she was on my side. She was scary.
+An hour later we were in her brother-in-law Eric's Law office. Her sister Joy had joined us, as had Linda from the office. While waiting, Amy, Linda, and Joy had huddled together, whispering, their voices occasionally rising. They were obviously angry, and I was thankful it wasn't at me.
+As soon as we were in the office, Joy's husband Eric was purely professional, providing insight into what was legal and what wasn't. Most of his questions were very specific, and he seemed to like our answers. In less than two hours, I knew that I'd completely lost control of the situation, and was once more thankful they were on my side.
+I shouldn't have been surprised. Amy was always protective of me, and was more of a personal assistant and office manager, than a receptionist. Her sister was present both as my accountant, and to keep her informed, since her husband was involved.
+By the time I left, the women were openly gloating, plotting the destruction of my cheating wife, and the scum sucking slime that she had left me for.
+* * * *
+It was a lot of work. Expensive, too, but I'd rather spend it on revenge than give it to her as a reward for cheating on me. The auto wrap business was now officially in Linda's name. It was easy enough, and completely legal, according to our expert. Well, except for backdating the sale, and modifying the last few month's books a tad. I still was part of the company, as a minor shareholder, but my earnings were minimal.
+That business was running full tilt, and three days before my cheating slut wife was to return, every car in our inventory was wrapped, as were the vehicles of all our employees. A company car was one of our benefits, and nobody complained about the new look. I'd taken all our disposable cash, and invested that into additional vehicles, all receiving the new look.
+My 401K was emptied, as were my retirement IRAs, and the money used to purchase yet more vehicles, which were turned around and sold. The guys were working 12 hour days and the weekend. We even hired temporary help. It was expensive, but then again, it was only money. Money she wouldn't be able to get hold of.
+My accountant may have helped me shelter a few dollars through creative thinking, since when this whole thing was concluded, I'd be starting over from scratch, and would need a nest egg. It amazes me how many places a smart accountant can hide money in a business like mine with so much cash flow. It was an education.
+New ads were placed on Craigslist, the sales guys hopped on the phones, and within two days, every vehicle was sold. Not too surprising, when you were offering a sweetheart deal like ours. Half a year of $1000 a month payments, each payment waived if the new owner brought the vehicle in for free detailing and the new Car Wraps were still in place. If they weren't, the full payment was due. At the end of the abbreviated lease, you could walk away, make payments for another two years, or buy the car for a flat three-to-five grand typically. Basically, you were getting the car for less than half-price, just for acting as a moving billboard for six months.
+Most of the sales were through Craigslist and existing customers, but there were a few I approached directly and was a little surprised that I wasn't turned down once. I guess I shouldn't have been too shocked; it's not every day you get a chance to own a luxury sedan, albeit used, for so little, with the only caveat you have to serve as a free billboard for a while. Still, I have to admit a couple of those were unexpected.
+In addition to the car wraps, I even got custom wraps for my garage doors, at home and at the warehouse. Linda and her business were very busy for a week and a half.
+That's when we started our new marketing campaign.
+* * * *
+It hadn't been difficult to figure out where she'd gone, and when she was likely to return. She'd charged the airfare to our credit card, and had taken vacation from her job. As had her co-worker Randy, I'd learned. I would deal with him later. Or perhaps I should say, the women would; they were still running the show.
+One of the first things they'd insisted on was taking care of the finances. We weren't going to allow the bitch to use my money to pay for a fuck-cation with her boy-toy. Before the first week was over, the credit cards were canceled and the bank accounts were emptied. I'd removed the overdraft protection from our checking account, so she couldn't use that.  
+She might have been pissed, but I wasn't going to hear about it. Her cellphone number was blocked on my iPhone, the office phones, and the home phone. She did call from another number once, but I wasn't picking up. Once I began listening to her ranting voicemail message, I deleted it and blocked that number as well.
+The house loan was easier to get than I thought it would be. I didn't drain it, the house was mine from before the marriage, and I figured on keeping it. Still, the money was there to be used, and I did.
+On my accountant Joy's advice I paid my key workers their salaries six months in advance, pre-paid the lease on my building for three years - getting a substantial discount - paid my estimated taxes for the next three quarters, paid off a few equipment loans, purchased equipment and supplies inventory, and in general paid as many business bills in advance as I could. The idea was to both drain the coffers and to prepare for lean times ahead.
+My remaining funds were invested in radio advertisement time, mostly in our number one morning show. A big chunk of that was to fund a new, exciting, morning contest. Amy's idea, but I supported it unabashedly.
+There was a lot of discussion before I completed all the deals. I was a little surprised that they signed on so quickly. It turned out that they loved giving money away. My money. The morning that my evil soon-to-be-ex was supposed to return coincided with the new advertising campaign.
+""Spot the FAWC, get a hundred bucks back!"" was our catch-line. The line was delivered with an Arnold Schwarzenegger Terminator accent, rhyming FAWC and 'back'. I know, it's a stretch.
+My wife's face was plastered on over 40 vehicles. Each carried the same message. FAWC - fornicating, adulterous, whoring, cheater. Spot her and win big! Listen for the phrase that pays.
+The first radio spot was an immediate success. The morning zoo was laughing at the whole scene.
+""Are you a FAWC hawk? Text us a time-stamped picture of her in the next five minutes, and the first three winners will receive a hundred bucks!"" I heard over the airwaves.
+It was less than two minutes later before the talent came back on the radio. ""That's it, we have our winners. Looks like she's at the municipal airport. Funny, she doesn't look all that happy."" Rob, 'the Animal', laughed.
+I heard from the neighbors - who by then were well aware of the situation - that she had shown up at our house, and shrieked hysterically when she saw the billboard we'd made of the garage door, with her face and the FAWC message. She pounded on the door for several minutes when her key wouldn't work. Of course, she'd had to arrive in a taxi. Her Lexus had been picked up at the airport, detailed, wrapped and sold. It was a business vehicle after all, just like her BMW.
+Joan from across the street laughed when she told me how lover boy was in the midst of grabbing a rock to break a window. Joan had yelled out, ""Smile for the camera!"" while filming the whole debacle. She admitted she wasn't the only one with a camera out.
+E-Beth had marched across the lawn, blistering our neighbor's ears, asking what the hell she thought she was doing.
+""Filming a felony, I think,"" she had said.
+""It's my house! I can break a window if I want to!""
+""That's funny. Willie says it's his house, that you aren't even on the deed. That he owned it before you even met. He asked me to call 911 if you did anything to it.""
+That part wasn't exactly true. I did ask her to watch out for my loving wife's return, and that I'd be very appreciative if she could film any wrongdoings. I never mentioned anything about calling 911. Joan was very willing, since she was the proud owner of a 2002 Mercedes E-Class, with 117,000 miles that looked as good as new. Except for the picture of my wife's cheating face plastered on both sides. One of three FAWC wrapped cars in the neighborhood.
+Hers cost me $3700 at auction and nearly two grand more to get it cleaned up. A great investment, when I saw the video of my wife's face when she saw it.
+""What the hell is that!"" she shrieked.
+""My new car. Don't you like it?"" Joan had asked, and I had it all on tape. Made me feel pretty good.
+As luck would have it, Joan was listening to the radio, my wife standing almost in her driveway when the next promo came on. Joan shrieked and that was the end of the video. She was one of two people to call in, another neighbor being the other, and was ecstatic to be a winner of $100 for spotting the 'FAWC.'
+I know, because I was listening to the morning crew. As was most of the office.
+""Only two winners this time. Our FAWC and her boy-toy are standing in front of the home where she used to live. Used to being the operative words. You just gotta love the look on her face in this picture, standing in front of the garage door with her FAWC portrait on it. Stay tuned next hour for another chance to spot the FAWC, and get a hundred bucks back!""
+Joan's intervention preserved my windows, and it was another hour before the ignorant, whoring cheat showed up at the business. Her boy-toy Randy had been relegated to chauffeur duty. His twelve-year-old Ford Taurus was quite a step down from my wife's previous ride.
+She marched into the office and was demanding to see me when the third and last spot for the day was announced over the radio. Lots of excited screaming ensued while my employees struggled to be among the first three to text in their photos of her.
+""Would you stop that!"" E-Beth shrieked while all the camera phones were held up, and the texting started.
+""We have our winners!"" I heard over the radio. ""That was quick. The fornicating, adulterous—""
+""Can we say fornicating over the air?"" Bennie 'Big Bird' Thomas, asked.
+""I don't see why not. We're not the ones fornicating behind our spouse's back,"" Rob replied. ""As I was saying, the fornicating, adulterous, whoring, cheat was just spotted at Exclusive Autos down on third.""
+""Exclusive Autos, where the only thing better than the deal on your pre-owned car, is the way it will look in your driveway. Exclusive Autos,"" Bennie said, another $75 out of my pocket for the plug. It was definitely worth it.
+Of course, by then, I'd already called my attorney, and he told me to delay her as long as we could.
+It wasn't difficult. All Amy had to do was explain that I was out of the office, but was expected back any minute. I wasn't the kind of guy to make a liar out of my best employee, so I'd stepped out through my back door as soon as I'd heard the old ball and chain had made an appearance.
+I walked around the building and noticed that Randy had decided to provide moral support by standing in the doorway behind my soon-to-be ex-wife. It only took me a minute to get a valve core remover out of the auto bay, and less than five minutes later, Randy's vehicle had two flat tires, on the side of the car facing away from the entrance, of course.
+Once I saw my next expected visitor pull up, I ran back around the building and entered through my exterior office door. I barely made it to the front in time to see the fireworks.
+""Elizabeth Wright?"" the young lady asked, chewing on a piece of red licorice. She didn't look like she could be out of high-school.
+""Jesus!"" E-Beth shrieked. ""What the hell do you want?""
+""Are you Elizabeth Wright?"" the girl asked again. She smiled and pulled a plastic bag of licorice out of her pocket, offering E-Beth one. I was a little surprised my extremely picky-eating wife hesitantly reached out and grabbed a piece, taking a bite of it. I'm guessing her days of picky eating were over; beggars can't be choosers.
+""Thanks. Yeah, I'm Elizabeth Wright, at least a little while longer,"" E-Beth said.
+""Thank you."" She put away the licorice and reached into her messenger bag, pulling out a white envelope, and checking the label, before handing it over. ""You've been served."" Then she took out her phone and snapped my wife's picture.
+""You little bitch!"" E-Beth screamed after our visitor, before turning and stomping toward me.
+""Can I help you, Miss? Interest you in a clean Cadillac perhaps?""
+""Cut the shit, Willie. What the hell do you think you're doing? Where's our money, and why am I locked out of our house?""
+Reluctant to hash out our business where customers might intrude, I silently turned and walked back to my office. E-Beth was not as quiet as she followed.
+""Do you want to explain yourself?"" she shouted, as I took a seat in my chair. The always efficient Amy closed the door on us, leaving Randy standing outside with a confused look on his face.
+""Explain what? The papers in your hand should make everything clear,"" I said.
+""What the fuck do you think you're doing? You have no right—""
+""Sit down and speak civilly, or I'll have you thrown out of here on your pretty little ass,"" I snapped.
+Her face turned three different shades of red before she placed that aforementioned ass in the chair in front of my desk.
+""Where's our money?"" she said, through gritted teeth.
+""My money, what's left of it, is in my bank account. I don't know what you've done with your money. You do have a job, don't you dear? After all these years, and no expenses, I imagine you must have a tidy sum saved up.""
+""You bastard. You know my money is for my needs. My clothing, hair, spa—""
+""Lunches with your lovers, condoms, douches, lingerie, hotel rooms."" Yes, I'd found her bank statements, and even itemized receipts from her abandoned purse.
+""Don't be ridiculous,"" she said, but the way her face turned white, I knew I'd gotten to her.
+""How am I being ridiculous? You wanted a divorce, you're getting one. You're on your own.""
+""I never said I wanted a divorce!"" she screamed.
+That was a bit of a shock. I mean, she never said the word divorce, but she'd made her point pretty clear. ""You said you were leaving me. I'm taking care of the details.""
+""Don't fuck with me, Willie. I'm not in the mood. I never said anything about a divorce, or leaving you for good. If you try to divorce me, I'll take you for everything. I'll destroy you! I swear I'll rip your nuts off.""
+""You'll get what you deserve,"" I said, giving her my best customer winning smile. ""Every penny of it. It's all in your package.""
+She finally took note of the envelope she was holding. Three pages in she saw the list stating what she'd receive. ""Is this a joke?""
+""Not at all. You're entitled to half of everything we've amassed since our marriage. Unfortunately, I've had a lot of expenses in the last year.""
+""Eleven hundred dollars? You want to divorce me after five years, and you're offering me eleven hundred fucking dollars?""
+I thought that was a good description. Fucking dollars. She'd fucked away everything.
+""I rounded up. I figured you'd appreciate that.""
+""You've got to be kidding me. I'm not going to put up with this. No fucking way.""
+""By all means, hire an attorney. Have him contact mine. They should talk.""
+She was shaking she was so mad. I knew it must have taken a supreme effort for her to resist screaming again. After a minute of silence, she started up again.
+""Don't be like this Willie. I gave you five good years and you know it. I'm sorry about the way I broke things to you, but everything happened so abruptly, I guess I was a little overwhelmed. I don't want a divorce, I just needed some changes. If you insist on divorcing me over a stupid little mistake, you don't have to be an ass about it. We could still be friends.""
+""No thanks. I have friends. Good friends. I don't need a slightly used whore.""
+That pretty face turned bright red. ""You don't want to make this a pissing match, Willie. It'll get ugly, I promise. I'll take you for everything. Don't think I won't.""
+""Go for it. Do your best. Hire the best attorney you can, for whatever you have in your purse because you're not getting another penny from me until this is over.""
+""Willie!"" she shouted. ""I need my money. You locked me out of the fucking house and took my cars. My ATM and credit cards don't work. I don't have a fucking dime. I. Need. My. Money!""
+""Elizabeth, dear. You have your money. You're just not getting any of mine. Maybe Randy can help you out. You're a beautiful woman. Getting to fuck you for two weeks should be worth something.""
+""You fucked me for five years. Pay me.""
+""I did. I'm done. But I'll tell you what. Give me a blowjob, and I'll give you a hundred bucks.""
+""A hundred bucks? I can't live on a hundred bucks!""
+It amused me that she didn't argue about the blowjob, just the value.
+""Alright, one-fifty, but not a penny more,"" I offered.
+""Jesus, Willie! Men have offered me thousands to sleep with them. I never took them up on it, but I'm thinking maybe I should have.""
+Offered thousands? ""Let me guess, ol' man Davidson?""
+She rolled her eyes at me. ""That old lech? He wanted it, but the best offer he ever came up with was a swig of his bourbon.""
+That I believed. Our neighbor was a dirty-old-man, but on his social security, I figured he couldn't have afforded someone his age, never mind my gorgeous betraying wife. ""Fuck, it was that bastard Jerry, right? The guy from your office who moved to Atlanta.""
+She smirked at me. ""Five thousand cash, he said, if I'd go for a weekend sail with him on his boat. And his wasn't the best offer. I turned him down.""
+""Maybe you shouldn't have. How much did good ol' Randy pay?""
+She blushed again. It was incredible. Her face was like a stoplight. Turning red every few minutes. ""It wasn't like that. He's just a friend.""
+Alright, I couldn't help it. I laughed. ""Damn, you're stupid. You threw away your marriage for a friend? And turned down thousands of dollars from perfectly good clients?""
+""I'm not a whore. I didn't ever cheat on you. I could have you know, lots of times, but I didn't.""
+""Until Randy?"" I reminded her.
+""That wasn't ... I mean, we didn't—""
+""Use the Knights Inn three times in the two weeks prior to your announcement?""
+She seemed to deflate, settling back in the chair. ""It was a mistake, alright? I fucked up. I don't want a divorce, the kid's a loser. All he has going for him is a pretty face and a hard dick. It didn't take me more than a few days alone with him to figure that out. He's a fucking intern, for fuck's sake.""
+""It's a little late now, don't you think? You should have figured that out before you walked out on me. Before you cheated on me over and over again.""
+""Please, Willie. Don't do this. I was a good wife, wasn't I?""
+""For five years and three months. You were a great wife. I'm not going to argue that.""
+""I screwed up. If you could see your way to forgiving me, I swear it won't happen again. I'll make it up to you. Whatever you want.""
+It was tempting. She was the most beautiful woman I knew. Seriously. Billboard beautiful. Pretty decent in bed, too. But she was also a liar and a cheat. As well as a heartless bitch for dumping on me the way she did.
+""Sign the papers, and I'll give you your eleven hundred now. I'll make it an even fifteen hundred if you throw in a blowjob. The offer's good for the next five minutes.""
+""No way! I deserve a lot more than eleven hundred dollars.""
+I leaned across the desk, dropping my voice, making her lean toward me, giving me a pretty good view of her cleavage. She had great tits. ""You might think you deserve more, but that's all you're going to get. I have a very good lawyer and an even better accountant. There is no money. The house is mortgaged to the hilt. My 401K is gone. I'm a minority owner in the company I once owned, and I'm collecting a paycheck that's less than yours. My inventory is all gone. Every car sold. There is nothing for you to take, Elizabeth, I made sure of that. All we have is debt.""
+Her eyes grew wide as I explained the situation. ""You had more than twenty cars. Where's the money from that?""
+""I didn't make any money. What little I did bring in went into an advertising campaign, which I suspect you're aware of now. You're bringing me a lot of attention. Now if only I had some cars to sell.""
+""Damn you, Willie. I want you to take those pictures down, now! You have no right—""
+ _""Au contraire,_ I have every right. You sold me those rights when you signed the modeling contract for the pictures we took for our main billboard, remember? You insisted on getting paid for it, and you did.""
+Her mouth opened and closed like a fish, her face turning three different shades of red this time. I was fascinated. She closed her mouth, and I could see she was thinking. That was dangerous, for her. ""What am I supposed to do now?"" she said.
+""You have a good job. You're just going to have to be a little more frugal.""
+""Frugal! I can't live on thirty-eight thousand a year,"" she whined.
+""Lots of people do.""
+She quieted, obviously still thinking things over. She was in a bind. Not my problem.
+She finally stood up. ""You're full of shit, Willie. I'm not signing this. No fucking way. You may think you're going to screw me over, but we'll see about that. Before I'm done with you, I'll own this place and you'll be working for me. You fucked with the wrong woman.""
+""Have a nice day,"" I said, the last words lost when she slammed the door.
+* * * *
+For two days, I listened to the morning show, as my FAWC was spotted around town, looking a little worse for wear. I heard from Eric, my lawyer, that my soon to be ex-wife had found someone to represent her. I had no idea how she planned to pay him, maybe by spreading her legs. She was a beautiful woman.
+The third day after her return, the phone calls started. I didn't pick up, but she left messages, lots of messages. I listened to them of course; I was interested in her state of mind. She was angry, accusatory, pissed at seeing her face plastered all over town, at having her picture taken by laughing strangers.
+Me, I was busy desperately trying to build up some more inventory. A minor victory had three cars in the shop, and my guys were working hard whipping them into shape.
+Her calls grew more desperate as she learned she had nowhere to turn. I hadn't been hesitant to let all of our friends and family know exactly what was going on. Her little 'surprise,' running away with her lover and the way she broke the news. Most weren't in the least bit surprised. Several blamed me for spoiling her for so long.
+They had a point.
+Not that I was going to accept any of the blame for her outrageous behavior, but I had spoiled her.
+Her sister Tara had reminded me of that as she drove off in my soon to be ex- wife's beloved BMW, wrapped with her older sibling's face. Her last comment to me was that I'd married the wrong sister. Maybe she was right.
+I do have to admit I was feeling lonely. During the day, it wasn't bad, surrounded by my employees, most of whom I considered as much friends as anything else. But back at home, alone in that big house, it was different. I'd removed everything of hers, but that just left big empty places that reminded me of what I'd lost.
+I drank a couple of scotches, hoping it would dull the pain, went to bed and with any luck I hoped to get a few hours of sleep. Then my phone went off. I was about to turn it off, figuring it was Elizabeth again, but it wasn't her ring-tone. I looked at the phone and saw it was the alarm at the office. Someone had broken in.
+It only took a few seconds to bring up the camera feeds. The outside main camera picked up an old Taurus I recognized, with good ol' Randy sitting on the hood reading what appeared to be a comic book. Unbelievable. I paged through the other camera tabs until I found her. My wife was in the office laundry room, naked.
+It was tempting to let things go, but I called off the cops. I was pretty sure she still had every right to be there, so it wouldn't do me much good to humiliate her just to be mean. I dressed, and fifteen minutes later I was watching her naked ass as she leaned over to move her clothes from the washer to the dryer.  
+""What the hell are you doing, E-Beth?""
+She shrieked, cursing when she kicked the dryer lid in her hurry to turn around. She held up a wet shirt over her chest as if I'd never seen her naked.
+""Damn it, Willie! Don't sneak up on me like that.""
+""You should be damn glad it was me. The cops would have been here ten minutes ago if I hadn't called them.""
+She blushed, then turned and threw the last of her wet clothing into the dryer. ""Sorry. I couldn't remember the code.""
+""You can't remember your fucking birthday?!""
+She pouted. ""Don't be mean to me Willie. I can't take it anymore, alright? Look at me. I'm doing laundry in the middle of the night in the office laundry room. I'm living out of a suitcase, and I don't even have enough money to go to a Laundromat.""
+She grabbed one of the office logo polos she'd pulled out of the dryer and pulled it on. It looked damn good on her, even if she looked a mess.
+""What about your boy-toy? You can't do your laundry at his place?""
+She laughed. ""His place? He shares an apartment with two other guys and has to do the laundry in the basement. He doesn't have a nickel to his name. He spent every last penny he had on our stupid cruise. Hell, he borrowed the suit he brought. He had to get a loan from his roommate for gas until next payday.""
+I didn't especially feel sorry for her. She made her bed. It was her decision to run off with the loser.
+""Willie?"" her voice trembled, as she moved closer.
+""What do you want, Elizabeth?"" I asked, sighing.
+""I want to come home.""
+""You don't have a home anymore. We're done. You made sure of that.""
+""I'm sorry, baby. I really am. Please don't do this."" She tried to hug me, but I put my hand out and held her off.
+""Damn it, Elizabeth. This was your idea, not mine. You're the one that left me. You're the one that decided to trade-up with your boy-toy. Live with it.""
+""Please, Willie. I know I screwed up. I was an idiot, Okay? But it was a mistake! A huge one, I'll admit it. I love you, Willie, not that stupid kid. I've always loved you, you know that. Can't you give me a break here? I gave you five great years, you know I did.""
+""Sorry, Elizabeth, but the answer is no. You burned this bridge to the ground. We're done. Sign the papers, so we can both move on.""
+""No! I won't! I know you still love me. I messed up but I'll—""
+I turned away. ""Lock up and turn out the lights when you leave.""
+""Willie!""
+Alright, I'm a softy. I know it. Randy made sure he moved to the opposite side of his car as I walked out. For a big guy, he sure was a pussy. I reached into my wallet and pulled out a twenty. I crumbled it up and threw it at him. ""For gas.""
+He scrambled after it. ""Thanks, Mr. Wright. Uh, sorry about, uh, you know.""
+Yeah, I know.
+* * * *
+The entire office had the radios turned to the morning zoo, and we enjoyed listening to the attempts to hunt down the FAWC. It was costing me several hundred dollars a day, but the phones were ringing off the hook. Business was booming.
+I had contacted a friend in the business and worked out a deal. He moved eight of his cars to my lot, and I would get 15% of the sales price. I had already sold two, so that was working out alright. I even sold one of the three cars I'd managed to acquire since the whole FAWC thing started. I desperately needed to get my hands on some more inventory.
+I guess I should have expected it when the FAWC herself made another appearance at the office. Boy-toy was still driving her around, but trying to stay in the background. She marched in the building like she owned the place, and I barely had a warning from Amy, before Elizabeth was in my office. She looked better than she had the last time. It seemed like she'd made some effort to clean up. I had a pretty good idea how she intended to get her way. A leopard doesn't change its spots.
+""Good morning, Elizabeth,"" I said, trying to be pleasant.
+She was quiet for a long time. ""Fifteen hundred?"" She placed a manila envelope on the desk in front of her. I was pretty sure it was the same one she'd been handed the last time she was in the office.
+It took a few moments for me to realize what she was talking about. Then it hit me. That was what I'd offered her to sign the papers, and to give me a blowjob.
+""Actually, that was a time sensitive offer, and it ended three days ago. But for the sake of the five years, I'm still willing to honor it.""
+Amy opened the door and peeked in on us. ""Everything Okay, boss? She ran right by me. I can have the guys throw her out if you want.""
+I shook my head. ""No, that won't be necessary. We do need to talk. I'll buzz you if I need anything.""
+She glared at my soon to be ex and closed the door quietly behind her.
+I returned my attention to Elizabeth, who was looking distinctly uncomfortable. She was playing with the lip of the envelope in front of her.
+""Can you throw in a car for me to use?"" she suddenly blurted. ""Something? Please don't make me go back to Randy. He's driving me fucking crazy.""
+Now I'm not a truly evil man. After the discussions with my team, I'd settled on a flat ten grand and a vehicle to pay her to get her out of my life. She did give me five excellent years, after all. I wanted her to suffer a little first, for the way she did me wrong. Four days of being the town FAWC went a long ways toward that. But it still wasn't enough.
+""Ass, grass or gas. Nobody rides for free.""
+I was surprised to see a little grin. ""How much ass?"" she asked.
+""How much car?""
+""As much as I can get,"" she said.
+""Why don't you sign the papers, and blow me, while I think about it?""
+""You know my lawyer says I can get probably get these papers thrown out since I'm signing them under duress,"" she said, leaning over and flipping through the pages, initialing each one and signing twice.
+""Give it your best shot,"" I answered, standing up and dropping trou.
+She sighed, and pulled her hair back, twisting it into a bun she held in place with the pen. Then she was on her knees in front of me, earning her payoff.
+""You always were a hell of a good cocksucker,"" I told her.
+She looked up at me and pulled her mouth away while stroking my firm cock. ""I am. I could continue to be if we could work our way around this. I'm sorry, Okay? I love you, Willie.""
+I tapped my cock head against her lips, and she sucked me in. ""I'll think about it. I'm really pissed at you. You didn't have to do me like that. I was good to you. I didn't deserve it.""
+""Sowwy,"" she mumbled around my cock.
+It had been a while, and I didn't last all that long. I wasn't worried though, I figured I'd be getting my rocks off pretty regularly.
+I groaned and held her head while I came in her mouth. I know she didn't like to swallow, almost never did except on special occasions. She didn't fight it this time. When I was done, I pulled up my pants and offered her a water from my mini-fridge.
+""I've got a sweet little Acura I managed to get my hands on. It still needs some clean up, but it drives great.""
+""How much would that be?"" she asked.
+""For the car?""
+""What else are you offering, Willie?""
+""I could probably get about six grand for the car as is. For the car you need to bring me proof that you're clean from the doctor, and it's yours for the low price of one night a week.""
+""One night of what?"" she asked.
+""One night of whatever I want. Per week. At any time you can return the car, or pay me what it's worth.""
+""You got any more deals I might consider?""
+""Like what?""
+""I don't know. Like a place to park it? Sleeping accommodations? Meals?"" She was grinning as she said it. This wasn't turning out quite like I planned.
+""We're getting divorced, E-Beth. You cheated on me. You broke my heart. You treated me like dirt, the way you left me.""
+""I know, and I'm sorry. I really am. I blew it. It was the stupidest thing I ever did. I don't know how I got caught up in it, but I wish to God I never did."" The little hussy started unbuttoning her shirt. ""It takes months for a divorce to go through. We'll still be married for several months. Take me in, Willie. Take me in, and I'll pay what you want."" Her breasts were bare by the time she finished.
+""I don't want a cheating whore living with me.""
+She pouted, as she unzipped her skirt. By the time she got to me, she was wearing only panties and heels. ""Never again. So long as I'm under your roof, I swear I'll only be yours, Willie. I learned my lesson. Give me a chance. I'm not a whore, well, not for anyone but you. I'll never cheat again.""
+""We're getting a divorce.""
+""So divorce me. Just don't kick me out. Please, Willie?"" She dropped to her knees and started unbuckling my pants again.
+""It's not that easy,"" I said. But I didn't stop her.
+""Sit, get comfortable, I'll make this a good one. Just think about it, Okay?""
+She was certainly capable of making it a good one. She had me hard in less than a minute. ""You can fuck me if you want. I'd like that.""
+""Not a chance. I have no idea where you or Randy have been.""
+She pouted, then went back to sucking.
+I was feeling pretty good, when Amy knocked and opened the door. When she saw what was going on, she entered the room and closed the door behind her. ""Damn it, Willie! We talked about this! You are not taking her back.""
+""I haven't decided,"" I explained, grabbing E-Beth's bun, and pushing her back down on my cock before she could argue.
+""No. No way. She doesn't deserve you.""
+I sighed, as E-Beth did her best to orally convince me. ""I know. But she did sign the papers, and it's going to be months before the divorce is official.""
+""Damn it, Willie! She's a cheat and she did you wrong. Have you forgotten?""
+""No, I haven't forgotten, but she is an amazing cocksucker and a pretty good lay.""
+Amy threw up her hands in disgust. ""Just tell me that you're not going to let her off scot-free. Get the damn divorce. If you want to keep her as a live-in whore, that's fine, but I don't want to have to go through all this shit again. Hell, the whole damn city knows she's a cheater now. Do you want to live with that?""
+Amy had a good point. The wraps were done. It had cost me a ton of money to get even, and I was thinking about keeping the slut around. Then the bitch deep-throated me, and I groaned.
+""Fuck. You are an idiot, boss. She ain't worth it,"" Amy said.
+She was right. I am an idiot. Elizabeth wasn't worth it. But what was it that Shakespeare said about the quality of mercy? And wasn't the Bible big on forgiveness?
+The pretty little cocksucker was looking up at me, her gorgeous eyes begging for another chance.
+Ignoring Amy for the moment, I looked down at my wife. ""I was angry. I pretty much destroyed most of your stuff.""
+She kept sucking and shrugged. She was taking that better than I thought she would. My lawyer had told me that I'd have to replace it if she put up a stink.
+""You're not sleeping in my bed. You'd be stuck in the guestroom.""
+Somehow she nodded, without missing a beat.
+""Willie, think about what you're doing,"" Amy pleaded.
+I tilted my wife's head back, locking eyes with her. ""I'm not fucking you until you prove you're clean.""
+E-Beth looked over at the desk and pointed at her purse. I handed it to her. She kept sucking while she blindly felt around, finally holding up a strip of three rubbers.
+Amy looked ready to explode. ""God damn it, Willie! She's a FAWC remember? Fornicating, Adulterous, Whoring, Cheat!"" She was still arguing her case, standing right beside me, watching my wife suck my cock.
+I was surprised when she knelt down beside E-Beth, grabbing her head, and moving her up and down my cock faster and deeper. ""Christ, E-Beth, if you're gonna do it, do it right. You are such a selfish bitch!""
+Hell, I thought she'd been doing a pretty good job.
+Amy looked up at me, easing up on E-Beth. ""If she fucks around on you again, I'm gonna just have her killed. She's not worth the trouble and it's a hell of a lot cheaper.""
+""That's fine,"" I said. ""If she fucks around again, she deserves it."" It was difficult getting the words out, I was getting close.
+Amy got in E-Beth's face, inches from my cock. It was kind of exciting. ""I'm serious. Don't make me do it. If the idiot keeps you around, you better be the best fucking personal slut in the world. Otherwise, at the least, you'll be the ugliest. You don't want to know what a vial of acid could do to that pretty face of yours. And I'll do it too.""
+""Coming,"" I groaned.
+That damn woman of mine pulled off my cock, stroking me, making me come on her face, with one shot directed at Amy.
+""Willie!"" Amy squealed.
+""Sorry,"" I said.
+""What the fuck, Willie? On my face?"" Amy snapped.
+""Let me get that,"" E-Beth said, grinning as she licked my spunk off of Amy's cheek.
+I don't know if it was out of shock, but Amy held still while E-Beth licked her. My wife, at least for the moment, even went so far as to give my assistant a quick kiss. ""I won't mess up again,"" she said, wiping her face with one finger she proceeded to suck clean. ""He gives me another chance, I swear he won't regret it.""
+Amy sat back and sighed, running her finger down E-Beth's cheek, and feeding her my cum. ""I mean it, E-Beth. Don't try me. Don't you dare fuck it up.""
+Me, I sat there watching, stunned at the outcome. I did feel a little awkward sitting there with my dick hanging out, Amy only inches away.
+E-Beth pouted, her hand stroking my cock. ""I know I'm not the sharpest knife in the shed, Amy. I'm not smart like you. But I'm not stupid enough to fuck up twice. I can learn. I had a great thing, and I let some smooth talking jerk and some misguided friends fuck my life up. I love Willie. I really do. You know I do. I don't care what he does; I'm not going to ever fuck around again. I just had a brain fart.""
+Amy rolled her eyes. ""A brain fart? You dumped him without warning and ran off for a two-week sleepover with some good-looking kid. That's not how a loving wife behaves. He deserves better.""
+I saw the tears start, and I have to admit, it didn't make me as happy as I thought it would. Not nearly as happy as the blowjob made me.
+Elizabeth sniffled, wiping her eyes. ""I know, and I'm paying the price. All our friends are pissed off at me. Even my family. I'm a laughing stock. I lost my job, Amy. My husband's divorcing me. I don't have a pot to piss in, and I'm stuck with that brainless dick out there driving me around, and trying to stick his thing in me all the time. I've got nothing, and he's got everything. The house, the business, all our money. All our friends are on his side, and he's got you. Ain't I being punished enough?""
+I almost crapped when Amy reached up and grabbed my cock, stroking me along with E-Beth.
+""No. Not nearly enough. You don't know what it was like for him. You destroyed him. I had to pick up the pieces. Now you think you can just come waltzing back? Besides, I thought you wanted your boy to stick his thing in you all the time.""
+E-Beth shook her head. ""Not hardly. I liked the compliments and the attention. I missed that, Willie's always working, and I guess I just got bored. I figured what's good for the goose and all. It wasn't about sex. God knows it couldn't be, not with Randy. The boy's hopeless.""
+""Jesus, E-Beth! Maybe you should have thought about that before you asked for a divorce, and ran off with the guy!"" Amy snapped.
+I was staying out of it. Although I did enjoy the attention my cock was getting.
+""Please, Amy? I'm sorry. I never said I wanted a divorce. I love him. I only wanted things to be different. You can still be his office wife. I won't interfere, God knows I owe him that much."" Elizabeth looked over at where Amy's hand was on my cock.
+I don't know if Amy didn't realize what she was doing or what. She pulled her hand away like I was on fire. ""Oh God, E-Beth! You don't think ... me and Willie? ... we didn't - we haven't - not that ...""
+""Oh, come on, Amy! Everyone knows you're in love with him. Don't tell me that you two aren't doing it. I'm not _that_ stupid.""
+Amy was still spluttering when I reached down and patted E-Beth's head. ""No. Not once. I've never cheated on you, E-Beth. How could you even think I would?""
+She looked up at me angrily, her grip on my cock a little too tight. I watched her forehead unfurl, and the hardness in her eyes fade. In only a few moments, she'd gone from fury to shock, then to shame. ""Oh, God,"" she groaned, glancing over at Amy. ""I've really fucked this up, haven't I?""
+I suddenly felt awkward, bare-assed in front of the two women, my cock half- hard, and gripped in my wife's hand. I tried to pry her fingers away and she cried out, clutching at me. ""No!"" she sobbed, then tried to swallow my cock whole.
+She was crying and sobbing around my cock. Admittedly it was an interesting experience, but not as exciting as it might sound. I tried to calm her, by stroking her hair, but it didn't seem to help.
+Amy scooted closer, stroking E-Beth's back. ""Why would you think that Willie and me, that we were involved?""
+E-Beth shook her head and kept her mouth glued to me.
+Amy tugged at her shoulder. ""Talk to me, E-Beth. He's not going anywhere. What were you thinking?""
+E-Beth kept shaking her head, which I admit was kind of cool to watch, my cock pushing out her cheeks from side-to-side each time she turned.
+""We didn't. I swear,"" Amy told her, speaking softly, her face only inches away from the action. ""Not once, not even close.""
+My wife pulled away and threw her arms around my assistant, sobbing. ""I'm sorry ... I'm sorry,"" she kept repeating. Of course the way she did it had Amy pushed back against me, my cock tapping on her cheek. She glared at me and pushed my cock away like I did it on purpose.
+When Elizabeth finally settled down, it all came out, like a dam bursting. She clung to my leg, alternating looking at me and Amy, while her hand unerringly sought out my cock again, like some kind of security blanket.
+We heard it all. All of her concerns, which she'd never once mentioned. All the time I spent with Amy, how I talked about her all the time, how she sometimes traveled with me for my buying expeditions, how we were always so close, touching each other, laughing, sharing jokes. All the time I spent with Amy after her divorce. The comments from her friends, the innuendo, the outright claims of my infidelity.
+It sounded bad, I'll admit it. If only she'd said something, confronted me. I could have explained things; at least I think I could. Amy was my right hand, I depended on her, I'd known her forever, she was a close friend.
+Amy was quiet, through it all.
+E-Beth was calm, pressing her face against my hard cock, which she'd managed to hang onto during her entire monolog. She gazed at Amy, quiet, while she stroked me. ""You love him, it's obvious. What was I supposed to think?""
+I think I was surprised that Amy didn't deny it. ""You should have trusted him. Both him and me. He loves you, not me. I would never interfere in his happiness. Never.""
+Elizabeth looked up at me, then pressed her lips against my shaft. ""You really never, I mean, you didn't ...""
+""No, baby. You should have talked to me. Amy's my friend, my assistant, my go- to girl, but that's all,"" I said.
+I was surprised to see her pout. ""That's pretty mean, Willie. All these years, you've led her on, knowing how she feels about you.""
+""I didn't lead her on. I didn't know!"" I argued.
+Amy pushed my leg open, and scooted in closer, resting her head on my inner thigh, facing my wife. I could feel her breath on my balls. I liked it.
+""He didn't know, E-Beth. I'd never let him. He would have pushed me away, and I couldn't stand that. I couldn't let him know.""
+""But it's so obvious!"" Elizabeth said.
+Amy shook her head. ""He's a man. And he was in love with you. It was always you. Then you had to go and hurt him like that. I wanted to kill you. Rip your fake blonde hair out by the roots, one-by-one.""  
+""It's not fake,"" Elizabeth said.
+""Bitch. Makes me hate you even more.""
+Then Elizabeth smiled. ""Help me, Amy. Make him keep me, and you really can be his office wife.""
+Amy shook her head, her hair tickling my thigh. ""Why would I help you? You hurt him. And if he dumps you, then I'll get my shot.""
+""He loves me. Even now, after all my screw ups, he loves me. You know he does. And you know I love him and always have. We can share. Hell, I thought I was sharing for five years,"" Elizabeth said. Then she turned her head, and licked the length of my shaft, watching Amy the whole time.
+""He doesn't love you anymore. He's divorcing you,"" Amy said.
+Elizabeth looked up at me and sucked my cock, her head slowly moving up and down. ""I really am sorry, Willie. You're not really going to divorce me are you?""
+""Absolutely,"" I said.
+She pouted, then sucked me again for a bit, before starting in again. ""But you'll let me stay with you, at least for now? That's what you said, right? I signed the papers, and you said you'd keep me.""
+""Don't do it, Willie,"" Amy said. Then to my surprise she shouldered E-Beth out of the way, and sucked my cock, eyes glued to mine.
+Elizabeth looked up at me and smiled. Then she had her hand in Amy's hair, pushing her down my shaft. ""Take care of my man, office wife. I'll share him with you. But I'm not giving him up to you, or anybody else. He's mine.""
+Amy sucked me like she was on a mission, which I guess she was. She looked up at me, watching my reaction. I brushed her hair back, so I could see her better. ""I never knew, Amy. I'm sorry.""
+E-Beth moved behind her, hugging her. ""Let's not fight about this, Amy. You know I make him happy. I fucked up big time, but you know he'll forgive me. He loves me. And I love him. We can love you too. I swear as God is my witness, it'll be perfect.""
+Amy sucked, E-Beth clung to her, whispering in her ear, caressing her, and to my further amazement, undressing her. The girl had nice titties. Big ol' nipples standing tall. She moaned around my cock when my wife played with them.
+""Gonna come,"" I groaned, as much from the view as from Amy's efforts.
+Amy didn't slow down a bit and moaned as I filled her mouth. When she pulled away, blushing so sweetly, E-Beth grabbed her head and kissed her on the lips hard. That was damn near enough to get me up again.
+I leaned back in my chair, enjoying the view. I didn't expect to see Amy respond to Elizabeth as much as she did, but by the end, it looked like she was the one doing the kissing.
+When they parted, it was Amy who looked up at me first, blushing. ""Sorry, Boss. I didn't mean to get carried away.""
+I laughed, and slid off my chair, dropping to my knees between the two of them. I gave Amy a big hug, and a kiss. ""No apologies necessary, office wife.""
+She looked over at E-Beth and back to me. ""You're gonna keep her, aren't you? After all that.""
+All I could do was shrug. ""I'm divorcing her slutty cheating ass. Then I guess I'll keep her until she gives me one reason not to. One more screw-up and she's out of there.""
+""Why?"" Amy asked.
+""She's right. I love the stupid little slut. I'll give her one more chance. It's probably an idiotic thing to do, but I'm miserable without her."" I glanced over and E-Beth was absolutely glowing.
+""Me too, Willie. I hate what I've done, how I've messed things up. I swear if you give me another chance, I'll never do it again,"" Elizabeth said.
+She stood, and gave me a kiss. Then I watched, stunned as she pushed Amy's head back into my lap. ""Take care of him office wife. Take good care of him, he deserves better than how I treated him."" She started to dress, while Amy looked up at me and started sucking my cock. Again. Fucking four in a row, it was a banner day. Even after three weeks of doing without, I suspected her efforts were going to be futile.
+I enjoyed watching E-Beth. She was damn near as sexy putting her clothing on as she was taking them off. She leaned down and whispered something to Amy, before stealing another kiss from me. ""I'm gonna have the guys get my car ready. The BMW, you said?""
+""The Acura,"" I replied, stroking Amy's hair as I slowly stiffened for her.
+E-Beth pouted but nodded. ""Alright, Willie. Thank you. Now I've got to get rid of Randy. Fuck, he gets on my nerves. What the _hell_ was I thinking?"" were the last words I heard, as she exited the office.
+""You don't have to do that, Amy,"" I said to my new office cocksucker. She'd done an amazing job of getting me even partially hard. Something I wouldn't have imagined possible.
+She gave me a last couple of firm sucks, then stood, slipping off her skirt and panties. ""I do have to, Boss. I am your office wife, after all, aren't I?""
+Before I could answer, she had straddled me and was lowering herself onto my cock. Just the idea of what was happening managed to put a little steel into the worn out appendage. I groaned, feeling the first new pussy in years. Damn, it felt good.
+""You didn't answer, Boss. Am I your office wife? To have and to fuck, for better or worse?"" She was slowly working her way up and down my cock, driving me crazy.
+I reached up and grabbed her breasts, giving them a squeeze. ""It's a hell of an offer, Amy. But how does it work? It doesn't seem fair to you.""
+She grinned and plastered a big wet kiss on me. ""Seems pretty simple to me. It's what we've always been, with sex thrown in. No more lonely hotel rooms on the road either. Nine-to-five, you are mine mister. That and anytime we're traveling. Mine, got it?""
+It was difficult to reply. Between the sex and the unexpected turn of events, I was stunned silent.
+She pouted. ""It's the sex, isn't it? I'm not as good as her. I'll get better, Willie. I will, I swear. Nobody will try harder.""
+I hugged her, pulling her down onto my cock, filling her. I kissed her. ""The sex is wonderful, Amy. You're the greatest. You know that. I've always loved you, just not ... _loved_ you. I couldn't have done any of this without you.""
+She slowly grinned and started grinding on me. It felt incredible. ""I know, Boss. And I've always loved you. Now I just get to show it a little better. Tell me I'm your office wife. Tell me!""
+I gave her another long kiss, then grabbed her hips, lifting her a little so I could fuck her a little more firmly. ""You are mine, Amy. My office wife. Nothing would make me happier.""
+She squealed sweetly, bouncing up and down on my cock. ""Don't you let her talk you out of the divorce, boss. You can keep her, but I won't let you marry her. You understand?""
+""Perfectly,"" I said.
+""Good. We're not going to let her get away with shit anymore. You got that?""
+""Got it.""
+After that, we were quiet while she demonstrated the benefit of having my very own office wife. The woman was unreal.
+We were still going at it, although I'd moved her onto my desk, and was enjoying watching her tits shake while I plowed her. She had a nice body. Cute face. Great tits. Admittedly, she was not even on the same scale as E-Beth in the looks category, but she was a damn fine fuck. And an incredible friend.
+E-Beth walked in on us, without knocking of course. That was never my wife's style. She smiled and closed the door behind her, before walking over and taking up position behind me, caressing my back, and kissing my neck. ""She's a little hottie,"" E-Beth whispered. ""I had no idea.""
+I reached back for her and pulled her around so I could kiss her while fucking Amy. It was a wonderfully sexy, decadent thing to do. ""Suck me, E-Beth.""
+She looked shocked. ""Willie? Now? After you've been in her?""
+I glared at her. I might be taking her back, but things were going to be different. ""Don't make me tell you again, Elizabeth. Get on your damn knees and suck me.""
+I guess she realized I was serious. She dropped to her knees, her head pressed against Amy's thigh. I pulled my cock out of my pretty little office assistant and offered it to my wife. She opened her mouth and accepted it without a complaint. I'll admit it made me feel a little better about things, watching her.
+Not more than a minute passed before I thanked her, and slid my cock back into Amy, who moaned deliciously. ""Now kiss me, E-Beth. Kiss me, and thank me.""
+She scrambled to her feet, threw her arms around my neck, almost dislodging me, and kissed me like her life depended on it. When she was done, she hugged me. ""Thank you, Willie. I know I don't deserve it. I love you, baby, and I'm gonna make you happy. You want me to suck your cock? You just say when and where.""
+That was certainly a new attitude. I wasn't sure it would stick, but then again, if it didn't, I had ways to remind her. She was my slut now. ""Now, here.""
+Elizabeth smiled, reached down, and pulled my cock out of Amy. She leaned over and sucked it, and did a damn good job of it, before pulling away, and feeding my cock back into my assistant, who seemed to be enjoying the whole scenario.
+""Do you believe me now?"" E-Beth said. ""I mean it, Willie. Anytime, anywhere.""
+She kissed me again, then moved behind me, hugging and kissing on me.
+I didn't know how much longer I could last, but I never wanted it to end. I also knew there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell of my getting hard again for hours.
+""Willie?"" E-Beth purred.
+ _""Mmmhmm?""_ I moaned, concentrating on the feeling around my cock.
+""Can I have the keys to the house, and a little money? I want to go home and clean up. I'm a mess. Then I thought I could do something special for us when you got home,"" she said.
+""Just ... a ... minute,"" I managed to groan.
+Amy lifted her head up off the desk and looked our way. ""Bottom left drawer of my desk. Metal box. Get it.""
+I had Amy on her side, still plowing her, carefully considering her offer to switch holes. It was tempting, but I thought I'd save it for a better time. I was getting too close and was afraid I'd lose it before I was all the way in her ass.
+Elizabeth returned with the metal box. Amy had a little difficulty with the combination, while I was bouncing her along the desk. She eventually got it open and counted out three hundred dollar bills. She put the money in E-Beth's hand, then pulled out a copy of my keys. She always had a copy with her, but I was a little surprised to see she had another set in the petty-cash box.
+E-Beth, took the keys, then leaned over and kissed Amy. And kissed her. Damn that was hot. I was getting close and hearing Amy's moan and feeling her trembling while she came, pushed me over the top. With a roar I slammed my cock home and came with her.
+I was still trying to catch my breath, when I got another kiss from E-Beth. ""I'm gonna go now. I'll see you at home."" She gave a surprised Amy a quick kiss. ""Be good,"" she said.
+At the door, she turned. ""And Willie?""
+I had managed to collapse back in my chair, my sexy little assistant still splayed naked across the top of my desk. ""Yes, baby?""
+""Get my face off of those damn cars. I don't care how you do it but fix that. I fucked up, but that was totally uncalled for.""
+I imagine I didn't look too happy. It was called for. She should be damn happy that was all I did. Before I could answer, her tone changed.
+""Please, Willie? You're never going to be able to really forgive me, if you have to see that every day.""
+Amy was slowly crawling off my desk. ""I'll take care of it E-Beth. But don't be bitching about what was called for, or not. Even if he's taking you back, I'm still pissed.""
+Elizabeth nodded. ""I know. Sorry. I just can't stand it, you know?""
+Amy had one hand clutching her pussy, while she dug through her purse. ""I'll take care of it. This time,"" she said.
+""Okay, thanks. I really am sorry."" Then she turned and left us alone.
+Amy was trying to get dressed, and I was just sorry I was down for the count. ""Well, that wasn't how I saw things working out,"" I admitted.
+She turned to me grinning. ""I hope you're not complaining.""
+""No! No way! I'm just surprised.""
+""You're not backing out now, are you, office hubby? You're mine now, you understand that, right?""
+I nodded quickly.
+She finished putting on her bra, and I was sad to see her put those pretty titties away. ""I've got work to do. You need to find us some cars. Lots of them. Alright, Boss?""
+""Alright.""
+She buttoned her blouse, then gave me a quick kiss. ""Let's keep it private. Love you, Willie. We're gonna have a lot of fun. And I'm getting a raise.""
+I chuckled, pulling her back for a longer kiss before letting her go. ""You deserve it. And yes, I think we're going to have a _lot_ of fun.
+* * * *
+We did have a lot of fun. In a little over two months, I was officially divorced, but it didn't change anything at home or at work, except for the better. Elizabeth got tested clean, and within three days, the two women were exhausting me. Which, in my opinion, was a good thing.
+I put ten grand in an account for Elizabeth, as I'd intended to all along. That and twelve hundred cash (Fifteen hundred minus the three hundred from petty cash) so she could buy a few things. I really had made a mess of her clothing. She was surprisingly good about it, and modeled her new outfits for me, which less-surprisingly ended up with the new clothing on the ground, and my hard cock back inside of her. Her new five hundred dollar a week household budget was a lot less than she was used to, but I think she appreciated it a lot more than she ever had before.
+Amy was right. We needed a lot of cars. When we switched out the FAWC auto wraps, for business advertisements, the phones rang off the hook. I had my guys working crazy hours to get the cars I was finding ready. My business expenses were near zero, and the profit off every car we sold got rolled back into more inventory and repairs.
+In our need, I had to search longer and travel further for a lot of them. With Amy at my side, and in my bed, the trips were more fun than they'd ever been. More successful, too.
+Elizabeth hadn't changed much. She had to find a new job, but that was easier than I thought it would be. She even managed to get a raise out of it. She was still very penitent, and I milked it for all I could. She was less forgiving to her family, three of whom had gone for the car deal. She was extremely pissed that I'd given her beloved BMW to her sister, and that she'd accepted it.
+That got pretty ugly, and finally, to resolve the situation, I convinced her sister to give the BMW back and accept a cherry 2006 Audi, no wrap, completely free. Which of course caused another ruckus, and had me removing the advertising wraps from her Mom's low-mileage Cadillac and her brother's Lexus, detailing them, and canceling any future payments on them. I guess it was a small price to pay to keep peace in the family.
+Six months after the fiasco, honestly, I couldn't have been happier. My business was doing twice the volume we ever had, the car wrap deals were turning over, breaking about 50-50, between people returning the cars, and opting to keep them. Amy came up with a new deal, where for another year of carrying the advertising wrap they got the cars with no payments. There was no doubt that the advertising was working wonders, for both sides of our business. Quite a few took up the offer.
+The sex with Amy and E-Beth had finally settled down to simply extraordinary, from coming close to killing me. They were good friends, which I'd never expected, and managed to run my life quite efficiently. There were no torrid threesomes, and Amy never moved in. They kept that part of our lives separate. Amy was my office wife, and E-Beth was my home wife, or ex-wife, I should say.
+I was thinking life couldn't get much better, when I came home to find Randy, yes _that_ Randy, in the driveway, wearing nothing but shorts and sandals, and looking sickeningly fit, washing E-Beth's car.
+I was stunned, but he just waved his sponge and smiled. ""Hey, Mr. Wright."" Then he went back to washing.
+My heart was beating madly as I entered the house, fearing the worst. E-Beth was in the kitchen and called out as I shut the door. ""I'm making a roast. Go change, I've got a surprise for you.""
+Surprise my ass. I walked into the kitchen, and she looked up. She dropped the roast pan when she saw my face. ""What's wrong? I thought you liked roast? We can have something else.""
+""What the hell is Randy doing here?"" I asked.
+I could swear it looked like she'd been saved from drowning. ""Is that why you looked like you were going to explode? Randy? Is that all?""
+I counted to ten, trying to calm myself. ""Why. Is. He. Here?""
+She was bent over trying to pick up the mess on the floor, her blouse billowing, showing me a lot of cleavage. ""It's Thursday, honey.""
+10 ... 9 ... 8 ... 7 ... 6 ... 5-4-321. ""You're going to have to do better than that.""
+""Thursdays he washes the cars and does any small jobs I have for him. You know that.""
+""No, Elizabeth. I _don't_ know that.""
+She looked confused. ""I ... I'm sure I told you. I know I did. You said it was Ok to get a handyman. He lost his job after our, uh, mistake. So he's doing odd jobs now. He's really good.""
+""Really? How good is he, Elizabeth?""
+Her confusion took a few moments to morph into anger. ""Willie! I can't believe you! You don't think that I would do anything with him, do you? With _Randy?_ That's horrible!""
+""It didn't stop you before, did it?""
+""Don't be mean to me!"" she shouted. ""I didn't do anything wrong. I can't believe you'd think I'd do anything with Randy. Geez!""
+Maybe I'm an idiot. I believed her. I turned and picked up the phone, hit speed-dial three, and handed it to her. ""Talk to Amy. I'm going to go change.""
+""Willie! ... uh, hi Amy. Willie said I had to ...""
+After a shower and change, I looked out the window and good ol' Randy was hand waxing my car. Doing a pretty good job of it, from the looks of things. I walked downstairs to find Elizabeth seated on the couch, talking to Amy, drinking her Diet Cherry Coke, and looking miserable. I felt kind of bad, to be honest. God only knows why. I mean ... Randy?
+She looked up at me, and pouted, her bottom lip trembling as she passed me the phone. I sat down and she hopped up. ""Amy?""
+ _""You need to chill out, boss.""_
+""Chill out? Did she tell you what's going on? Fucking boy-toy Randy is out front waxing my fucking car!""
+ _""So what's the big deal? You know he's not waxing E-Beth.""_
+""And just how do I know that?""
+ _""Oh, come on. You can't be serious. You know that dopey girl loves you. She may not always think straight, and yeah, she screws up a lot, but she loves you like nobody's business. She'd never cheat on you again. Stop being mean to her.""_
+""So you think this is right, that I come home and find a half-naked ex-fuck- buddy working in the driveway?""
+ _""Stop. I don't think it's right. I think it's E-Beth being E-Beth. The kid needed a job. She gave him one. As far as she's concerned the past is the past, and he doesn't matter. I hope to God you weren't mean to Randy, that would be like kicking a puppy!""_
+""I didn't say anything to him.""
+I heard her sigh on the other end of the phone. _""Listen, Boss. She messed up. You've gotta let it go. That's your E-Beth we're talking about. Do you honestly believe she'd cheat on you? With Randy? And then have him wash her car? Really?""_
+When she put it that way, it did sound kind of ridiculous. ""I guess not, but seeing him there, at my house, nothing but shorts and shoes on, what was I supposed to think?""
+She chuckled before answering. _""Uh, maybe that your wife doesn't always think things out? C'mon, honey, give her the benefit of the doubt, please? You've gotta cool off and take it easy. You already ruined her big surprise. Nothing's going on with Randy, alright? Shit, you should be gloating. You got the girl, girls for that matter, and he's washing your fucking car. Now go make up with your woman before you piss me off too.""_  
+Well, that didn't go quite like I expected. I looked up and found E-Beth holding out my evening drink. ""Just like you like it, shaken, not stirred.""
+I wanted to laugh. That's my Elizabeth. Somehow convinced that I prefer my Glenfiddich on the rocks, shaken, not stirred. I accepted the drink, and she sat next to me. ""I'm sorry, Willie. I guess I wasn't thinking right. I didn't think you'd care about Randy working for us, but Amy says that most guys would. Since he and me, we, well, you know. I swear I thought I told you. Don't be mad.""
+I put my drink down and gave her a hug. ""I'm sorry I got upset. It just brought up some old bad thoughts. I know you wouldn't mess with him. It was a surprise to see him here. How long has he been working for us on Thursdays?""
+""I guess about two months. I normally don't have that much for him to do, so he's usually gone a little after lunch.""
+""Do I want to know why he's still here?"" I asked.
+She grinned. Then frowned. All of her emotions running over her face, as always. ""It was part of your surprise, but I ruined dinner.""
+""Do you want to go out to eat, or would you like to order in?""
+""Can I tell you my surprise first? Then you can decide.""
+""Alright. What's this big surprise?""
+She smiled, and hopped up, reaching her hand out to me. ""Come on.""
+I let her drag me by the hand across the house, to the guest room. She flung open the door. ""Ta-da!""
+All I saw was an empty room. A pink, empty room. Pepto-Bismol pink.
+""Uh ... it looks ... pink?""
+Her look of joy dissipated. ""You're not happy?""
+It only took me a few foolish seconds to stop and think like my E-Beth. ""You ... you're pregnant?""
+She nodded timorously. ""I didn't think it would happen this quick. I mean, I just went off the pill a few weeks ago.""
+""Pregnant?""
+""Yep. Doctor even said so. Please tell me you're not mad. We can change the color; I'm just hoping it's a girl.""
+I swept her up in my arms and gave her a big hug. ""I'm not mad, silly girl. So this is why Randy's still here?""
+She giggled while I hugged her. ""He moved all the furniture to the basement and helped me paint. He's tall so he could do all the high stuff. That's Ok, right?""
+""Honey, that's wonderful. God, I love you.""
+She grinned and gave me a kiss. ""I know, silly. Did you like your surprise?""
+""I love my surprise.""
+""Good. Then where are you taking me for dinner?""
+* * * *
+So yes, I got married. Again. Couldn't have my child, or children, growing up in a home like that. As for Amy, she was my office wife for six years, until she fell madly in love with a client. The guy is nice, we like him. The kids call him Uncle Mike. He knows about our history and is amazingly cool with it. He doesn't let her go on trips with me. But they watch the kids when Elizabeth joins me. E-Beth doesn't work anymore. Don't let her hear me saying that. She swears she works harder than she ever did taking care of our family.
+Randy does a hell of a hand-polish. Seriously, he's like the Michelangelo of car detailing. He works for me full-time. Has since about a month after my surprise. Call me stupid, but I'd rather have him working where I know where he is, rather than at the house. Or at least that was my idea. He works Monday to Wednesday, plus Friday and Saturday. He still does odd jobs for us on Thursday. I don't let the kids call him Uncle Randy. He's just Randy. And Amy was right; picking on him is like kicking a puppy. A fucking six foot three- inch, stepped off the cover of a Harlequin Romance, puppy. I did have a little talk with him, making sure he knew what would happen if he messed with my woman again. I think he wet himself. Not even potty-trained.
+Me, I'm married to the most beautiful woman I know. Even more gorgeous now. Two great kids, with intentions for a third, and a business that's doing gang- busters. Elizabeth and I have learned to communicate better. She doesn't let things fester anymore, and when she has an issue with me, she says so. If not to me, then to Amy. Then I get an earful.
+Like most married couples, we had our problems. Worst than many I guess, but we worked through them, perhaps in a less conventional way than most. Do I think she'll ever cheat on me again? No, not likely. It's possible, but if she did, I'm pretty sure it would be for some dopey reason, and not because she doesn't love me. That part I'm pretty sure of. Then again, I may just be a sucker for a pretty face.
+Do I ever expect to have an 'office wife' again? Again, not likely. Do I miss it? A little. But let's face it - I'm in my mid-thirties. I think breaking in another office wife would kill me. Besides, I have the prettiest girl in town at home, waiting for me each evening, with my favorite drink, shaken not stirred, and she's willing and more than able to take on both jobs - home and office wife - by herself.
+Speaking of which ....
+* * * *
+ _In honor of slyc_willie, one of the good ones, as well as the founder and moderator of the first five FAWC competitions. We'll miss you._"
+91,F6: The Marlborough Man in the Moon,sheablue,Chain Stories,2015-12-10,2015-12-10,2022-01-08 03:48:57,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/f6-the-marlborough-man-in-the-moon,They find mystery and danger on a desolate planet.,"['Aliens', 'Doggy Style', 'Fawc', 'Girl On Girl', 'Lesbian', 'Oral Sex', 'Outdoor Sex', 'Sci-Fi', 'Sexy Cowboy', 'Spaceship']",4.69,"This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y C. Each item was used in the story. There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.
+The list for this story includes: Yodeler, Yarn, Yacht, Yearn
+* * * *
+Cassie sighed and rolled over onto her back. Brock moved with her, over her. His muscular thigh parted her legs and pressed into her throbbing, wet hot sex. She moaned, ran her hands down his strong back, arched herself up towards him. The wash of stars visible over his shoulder boggled her mind. Living in the city, it was easy to forget how vast the universe really was. How small they were in comparison. But out here, everything was different. She was different.
+Brock propped himself onto his elbow, let his large hand range down her body. His calloused thumb teased her nipple in little circles. flicked the pink nub until it was hard, until she was gasping and loose limbed, just a little wet puddle of hot desire.
+The wind picked up in a sudden gust, blew sparks from their bright burning fire, sent her long curling locks over her face, obscuring her view of her handsome lover. A coyote yipped in the distance, sending the horses to stamp and blow with unease. It might be a chilly night, but Cassie wouldn't have known it. The crackling, warm campfire, the unzipped sleeping bags that protected her and Brock from the damp earth of the valley where they camped, were all pale companions to the heat she and Brock created together. She had never felt such passion for someone she hardly knew, but the moment she had met him, two short weeks ago at Uncle Ned's ranch, she had wanted him. He had rode up on his midnight horse, tipped his weather-worn cowboy hat, and called her ""Ma'am"". But even then, there was something in his bright blue eyes that told her much of him was not so polite.
+Brock's hand left hot trails down her side, slow inch by slow agonizing inch. The wind gusted a second time, carrying bit of grit that stuck to her sweat- streaked skin. The coyote called again, and was answered by a another, closer.
+""Are we safe out here, Brock?"" Cassie gasped out, not really sure if she cared.
+Brock's hand had replaced his thigh between her legs, and he was stroking her engorged pussy lips slowly with one long finger. ""You're always safe with me, Cassie. Nothing can touch you.""
+""Well, not nothing, I hope."" She wriggled her hips in search of his hand, but the cowboy would not be rushed. He dragged his finger slowly up her damp slit, then back down again, not penetrating, avoiding her clit, just a delicious moving pressure that drove her mad with desire.
+""Please, Brock, please, you're killing me!"" Cassie gasped.
+He just laughed softly,in her ear and kept on with the teasing torture.
+Cassie resigned herself to her fate and tried to lose herself in his slow touch. The stars again commanded her brief attention.
+""The stars, God, Brock, they're so many. I could get lost just looking at them.""
+""It's a different view from than the universe you call home, but just as splendid, isn't it?"" Brock murmured as he slow-kissed his way down her neck, his finger now working tantalizingly slow circles around her clit.
+Cassie was so lost in the building wave of her impending orgasm, she almost didn't catch it.
+""Mmmmm ... what now?""
+""I said, Not as lost as I get looking into your eyes, Cassie."" Brock pressed him warm lips to hers and she melted into his kiss. She had a moment to think, yes, that's what Brock is supposed to say before his talented fingers worked their magic on her throbbing clit, parted her to slip inside, stroked that hot button that sent her over the edge and into then blissful orgasmic abyss.
+""Oh my god, Brock, oh god,"" she panted as every muscle tightened. Her hips thrust up against his his hand, she dug her nails into his back.
+""Cassie ...""
+""Brock ..."" Every nerve was on fire. Every muscle singing with unbearable arousal.
+""Cassie ...""
+""Oh, Brock ...""
+""Cassie, I need you.""
+""Brock, I need you inside me, all of you, every inch ...""
+""Cassie! I need you! Cassie, dammit ...""
+""Brock?""
+""Cassie! For fuck's sake!""
+Avery's voice cut across everything. The coyote yelps, the horses whinny, the crackling of the fire, the blowing wind. Brock's voice in her ear.
+""Earth to Cassie. Hello.""
+Cassie sighed and reached out her hand for the remote. With a press of her finger, it was all gone. The Relaxation Dome's screens faded to black and Cassie was alone with the disembodied voice of Captain Avery.
+""Jesus, Roz, you have terrible timing.""
+""Oh? Are you in the Dome again?""
+""You know damn well where I am. I swear you wait until I'm in here before deciding there is some kind of emergency.""
+""Did I interrupt a hot session with your smoking cowboy?""
+Cassie smirked at Avery's voice. She pulled on her jumpsuit and turned up the lights in the Dome.
+""He's not a smoking cowboy. Not anymore. I didn't program that in.""
+I don't know why you programmed him at all. He's a bit ... vintage, isn't he? Riding the open plains on a horse, Carrying rope, all sweat and dirt and stubble. I don't see the appeal.""
+""I think he's sexy. I'm not into the androgyny scene like you are. I can just imagine how he would smell: his sweat, the dirt, the horse.""
+""My point exactly."" Though Cassie couldn't see Roz, she could just imagine the look on her face.
+""I've had enough cold, clean, plastic and metal sterilization to last me a life time. I just want to get dirty."" Cassie laughed. She pressed the button to open the door and and it slid open silently. It was a short stride down the hallway to the working section of the habitat. ""He's manly. He's sexy.""
+""I don't know where you even dreamed him up. Men don't look like that anymore. And there haven't been any cowboys in ... who knows how long. In fact, after you said the word I had to ask the computer to look it up."" Now Avery was laughing at her, but she was telling the truth.
+""My mother collected vintage magazine ads, from when the the mags were made out of paper. I guess cowboys smoked a lot of cigarettes.""
+""When the cigarettes were made out of paper,"" Avery joked.
+""Yeah, when anything was made out of paper.""
+""Still, you've got quite a scenario programmed into the Dome's computer. I mean, usually when people use the Relaxation Dome for sex, they're not so ... thorough.""
+Cassie laughed. She sat down at the habitat's main computer and logged in.
+""I have a large imagination.""
+""You're a scientist, you're not supposed to have an imagination."" Avery had that tone in her voice. Cassie knew what was coming next, and she loved to egg her partner on.
+""I'm a woman, I'm not supposed to be a scientist."" She was teasing, she knew how to press Roz's buttons.
+""Oh, do not get me started. Do you remember when we were chosen for this mission, and that jealous bastard Romonov wondered in his press interview how we would perform under the extreme pressure of the mission objectives when our menstrual cycles matched up?""
+Cassie groaned. And that hadn't even been the worst of it. ""Yeah, and when he bloody well knew we use chemical suppressors so we don't even get periods. We've been doing it for decades. Jackass.""
+""He couldn't stand the fact that both of us scored better in the simulations than he did. Much better. Not to mention the psych eval. Face it, women are much more suited to this kind of mission than men are. Especially when they are able to ... imaginatively configure the Relaxation Dome."" Avery's voice was back to friendly teasing.
+""Hold on a second, Roz. what about the psych evals? You aren't supposed to know the results of those. None of us are.""
+Avery put on a low sexy voice. ""Well, Dr. Portman. That thing you've been pretending to do with your Cowboy —""
+""— his name is Brock, thank you very much.""
+Avery laughed. ""Brock, yes, excuse me. That thing you pretend to do with Brock, well, I've been doing that for real with Dr. Shapiro for going on four years now.""
+""You what? Rosalind Avery, you slut!""
+""That's Captain Rosalind Avery to you, Doctor."" Avery sounded smug.
+""Yes, ma'am. But ma'am, even taking into account that ... conflict of interest ... you still shouldn't know about the psych eval!"" Cassie was shocked and aghast. And intrigued. Dr. Shapiro was pretty hot, if you like that androgynous look.
+""Ok, drop the ma'am, that's just weird. And anyway, it was just pillow talk. And he only told me far after the fact of our appointment to the mission. And it wasn't really his fault, I sort of had him in a ... compromising position.""
+Cassie fetched herself some water from the reclamation unit and sipped at it. One of the worst things about the habitat was the dry air. The process that kept the air breathable also took too much moisture out of it. The water went into the reclamation unit, which Cassie had to constantly drink from to keep enough moisture in her own body.
+""While it's certainly nice chatting with you, Captain Avery, ma'am, I have to wonder. Is there a reason you pulled me from my ... mandatory relaxation time ... so brusquely? Was there some kind of emergency? Or are you just bored circling all the way up there while I'm having all of the fun down here."" Cassie sat back down at her work station. She pulled up the stats of her various running experiments: the soil samples, the atmosphere analysis, the equipment diagnostics for the upcoming core samples she would be taking next week. Everything seemed to be running smoothly.
+""Ah, yes. Well, perhaps it's not quite the emergency I made it out to be ...""
+""Uh-huh. Big surprise,"" Cassie muttered under her breath.
+""But there was a discrepancy on the outside scanners.""
+""The atmosphere analytics?"" Cassie zoomed in on that data on one of her several screens. Double, triple checked the incoming data stream.
+""No, not the atmosphere. I mean literally outside. The external cameras picked up something ... an anomaly.""
+""What kind of anomaly?"" Cassie clicked over to the view from the external cameras. They were placed at regular intervals all along the outside of the habitat. The habitat was made up of five domes. A larger dome in the center served as her lab and work station. The four attached smaller domes were her sleeping quarters, her kitchen/eating area, the loo, and storage. She was alone on this mission, and so these domes were not big. Three of the four smaller domes were each about the size of a nice walk-in closet back on earth. Enough room for her to move around in a little, but not much more than that. The storage dome was about twice that size, and her lab, the large center dome, was about 1,000 square feet,with at least a third of that taken up by her life support and lab equipment.
+""Well, if I knew what kind of anomaly it was, I wouldn't have had to call you out of your sexy time to check it out for me, would I.""
+""Ok, ok. I'm scrolling through the cameras now and I don't see anything. Where was it?""
+""Outside of Door A, cameras 1 and 2, about 30 yards out.""
+Cassie peered at the live footage from cameras 1 and 2. She saw the same thing she saw every day. Orange sky, gray, brown and black rock and dirt, mountains in the distance. There was nothing else to see. She was the only living thing on exploratory planet EP-247.
+""I don't see anything. What did you see?""
+""More like what do I see? It's still there. Like a several areas of heat shimmer in a semi-circle array. You aren't see this?""
+Cassie stared at her screens until her eyes began to water. ""No, I've got nothing.""
+""That's odd, seeing as I'm synced in to your feed. We should be seeing the same thing. Maybe there's a glitch on my end. Just to be 100%, why don't you get actual eyes on the area.""
+""Sure, hang on.""
+Cassie pushed back from her work station and dug her binoculars out of her tool bag. The habitat's structure did not allow for much in the way of windows, and there wasn't much to look at anyway, but there was light from a distant sun that filtered in through the small porthole windows that circled the dome at regular intervals. She peered through the clear plastic material nearest Door A, what she considered the front door to her home so far away from home.
+The distant sun was still high, and there was as much light as there was going to be. Cassie scanned the area around the Habitat, all the way to the horizon. There was no heat shimmer. In fact, there wouldn't be, it was cold on EP-247, generally about 50 degrees Fahrenheit mosts days. and 20 degrees cooler at night. There was literally no cloud cover in the atmosphere, nothing to trap the heat on the surface of the planet, except what was held and reflected back by the rocks and soil.
+""Nope, I don't see anything out here, Roz. Check things out on your end, maybe there's a problem with your receiver, or the feed. Solar flare, maybe, I don't know.""
+""Copy that, Cassie. I'll let you know what I find. But you keep an eye out there for me anyway. Just in case.""
+""Sure thing, Cap.""
+""Ok, I'm checking out, Cassie. You need anything, just buzz, I'll keep my ears on.""
+""Copy, Roz. Cassie out.""
+Cassie heard the click that meant Captain Avery was no longer in direct communication with the habitat. She thought about heading back to the Relaxation Dome and resuming her rendezvous with Brock, she didn't feel like she had completely ... finished things there, but she dismissed the idea. Brock would be there waiting for her anytime. Captain Avery had her curious with this glitch in the system, so she set to work running every diagnostic she could think of. She decided she would even check the physical wiring of the mounted cameras on all of the domes. It was going to be a long night. She logged in her conversation with Captain Avery, at least the pertinent parts of it, and got started.
+Hours later, she had finished running diagnostics on her diagnostics and everything was 5x5. Her eyes felt gritty from staring at her computers screens for so long and there was a crick in her back. She stumbled into her sleeping quarters and zipped herself inside, turned down all the systems in the main area of the habitat to conserve air and energy. Her quarters served as her emergency safe room in case anything happened to the rest of the Habitat, or it was breached in some way, and it had its own small life support systems, water reclamation, and enough food to keep her alive for the week it would take Captain Avery to come get her from any point in her orbit around this small planet. She checked in before she went to sleep, as protocol dictated.
+Captain Avery, this is Dr. Portman signing off for the night. Come in, Captain Avery.
+A moment of crackling silence on the com, and then Rosalind's voice piped in.
+""Avery here. How did your systems check go? Mine all checked out.""
+""All clear here. Must have been some interference from the sun, or maybe errant radiation. Are you still seeing the heat shimmers on the surface of this chilly, chilly planet, Captain?""
+""Watch your tone there, Doctor. I am your commanding officer.""
+""Apologies, ma'am."" Cassie smiled and zipped herself into her sleeping cushion. Her sleep suit and her sleeping bag were designed to use the heat from her body to keep her warn at night, but it still took a few minutes to get comfortable.
+""I said cut it out with the 'ma'am' crap."" Avery complained. ""It's too damn weird. After all we went through to get here, on earth and on ship."" That last part was said with a tease her in voice.
+Cassie blushed. She and Rosalind had been the only crew on a spacecraft meant for four. It was a long trip. To keep themselves occupied they had gotten ... creative.
+""I'm signing off and hitting the sack. You enjoy your night ... or ... where are you in orbit? Is it day? Anyway, enjoy yourself up there on your luxurious space yacht.""
+""You know mission states I sleep when you sleep. I've been waiting for you to go to bed for hours. And yes, I am the Captain of the space cruiser Prodigy, Luxury yacht among the stars. Fully stocked with reclaimed water, protein bars and vitamin capsules. Only the finest for crew and rich clients of this vessel.""
+""Now, don't try to act like you're so deprived up there. Yo've got real food 3x a week. And heat! I've got freeze dried fruits and vegetables to go along with my vitamin capsules. And I'm freezing.""
+""Alright, no more bitching. Captain Avery of the luxury yacht Prodigy signing out. Good night, Cassie.""
+""Good night, Roz. Over and out."" Cassie sent the conversation to the log and turned off her reading light. In moments, she was asleep.
+She drifted, then, remembering what it was like back on the Prodigy with Roz, when they would indulge in their once a month cookie dough binge. While the freeze dried astronaut version of cookie dough paled in comparison to the real thing back home, it was sort of sweet and had actual mini chocolate chips in it. One night they had sat cross-legged, knee-to-knee, on the floor of the ship's kitchen in their sleep suits, each using her fingers to dig the powdery chunks of cookie dough out of its slivery foil package.
+""Mmm ... this is so gross and so good at the same time."" Roz licked the residue of the crumbly, powdery treat off her fingers. As Cassie watched, she felt a warmth bloom in her belly and spread downwards. A tingle sparked between her legs and made her squirm.
+Rosalind shot her a glance and smiled mischievously. Caramel highlights in her razor short dark hair glinted in the overhead lights. They had both shaved their hair before the mission, as personal hygiene was tricky aboard a small ship like the Prodigy, and would be even harder for Cassie on the surface of EP-274. Keeping long hair clean and neat was not only a PITA, but a waste of precious water. Cassie thought the haircut only improved Roz's dark good looks, while with her own light blonde hair and light eyebrows, she just looked bald.
+""Looks like you ate yours too fast, Doctor. Would you like some of mine?"" The Captain held a lump of cookie dough between her fingers and held it out to Cassie.
+Cassie hesitated. She and Roz had grown close over the month's long trip, and the flirtatious nature of their friendship had developed more out of boredom and loneliness than anything else. But here the line was right in front of her. Should she cross it? Rosalind was her commanding officer. If things went sour, it could get damn awkward on this ship with just the two of them.
+She stared for a moment as Roz licked her dark rose lips. She measured the look in her Captain's deep brown eyes. A selfish, irresponsible little voice inside her head said, damn, wouldn't it be nice to feel someone's warm touch, instead of the cold false love in the Relaxation Room?
+Ah, fuck it, Cassie thought to herself. She needed this. They were both going a little stir crazy, a little fun couldn't hurt, could it?
+She leaned forward, grasped Roz's delicate wrist in her hand, and drew Roz's two fingers into her mouth. Using her tongue and lips she lathed Roz's fingers, licked the cookie dough completely. Even when there was no more trace of that sticky sweetness, she kept her mouth on Roz's fingers, sucked them deep into her mouth, darted her tongue between them. She kept her eyes on Roz's as she moved her tongue, watched as Roz's black pupils dilated.
+When Cassie released her hand, Rosalind moved in to kiss her, pressed her sweet mouth to Cassie's in what started as a light kiss, but deepened almost immediately as need took over both of them. In moments Roz was practically in Cassie's lap, and Cassie had found Roz's nipple under her tight fitting sleep shirt. Cassie squeezed her hands around Roz's breasts, felt her nipple harden under her palms. Excitement rose, flooding her with warmth and a kind of loose-limbed pliability. Roz's tongue flicked against hers, her fingers dug into Cassie's shoulders. Finally she broke the kiss and whispered huskily in Cassie's ear.  
+""I want see what tastes sweeter. You or the cookie dough. Let me?""
+Cassie faltered. They shouldn't cross this line. It was too far. Up to this point she and Rosalind had given in to a boredom fueled blissful make-out sessions, playful touching born out of camaraderie and mutual respect and admiration. Many times a touch on the arm or a lingering look had led them to an amorous rendezvous, but they had both been very conscious of what line not to cross, and had never moved past heavy petting.
+But now, hot, a little wet, Cassie didn't care about the line. Truthfully, what was the harm in seeing where things went?
+Remembering that night, drowsy and dreamy Cassie's hand went to her own hard nipples, to the wetness between her legs.
+The memory moved on, with Rosalind whispering, ""Let me, let me, let me"" until Cassie had to respond. ""Yes,"" was the only response needed. Yes, yes, yes.""
+Roz had pushed Cassie back onto the cool plastic kitchen floor and lay atop her. Kissed her again, hard and deep. Then, grinning, she slid the plastic side zipper of Cassie's sleep pants down to mid thigh, and pulled them down her long legs and off.
+""You have the most amazing legs. Like vintage photos of ballet dancers. I envy you these legs."" Roz ran her hands up Cassie's calves, forced her knees to bend, and slid her fingers down the inside of Cassie's thighs. Goosebumps rose over Cassie's skin, followed by the most delicious tingling that started low in her belly and radiated all the way to her nipples, making them hard. Cassie put her head back and sighed. Closed her eyes. God, they should not be doing this but it felt so good.
+She felt the warm circle of Rosalind's mouth on her inner thigh and let out a shuddering breath. That warm circle of lips and tongue moved lower, inch by agonizing inch, until she could feel Roz's warm breath on her achingly engorged sex. Rosalind didn't move for what seemed like forever, just let her breath wash over Cassie, until Cassie wanted to scream in frustration. She tried to stop herself from whimpering, from moving her hips in little circles under Rosalind's face, but she was powerless in the face of Roz's overwhelming lust.
+Finally, after a torturous amount of time, Cassie felt the flat of Rosalind's tongue press hard against her, then move in sweet small circles.
+""Oh god, finally,"" she breathed, and clenched her hands in tight fists.
+She felt Roz laugh as she moved her tongue to slowly lick through Cassie's delicate folds, from her wet opening, up to her swollen clit. She swirled the tip of her tongue over Cassie's clit, flicked it a few times, and then started over. Slow lick with the flat of her tongue, swirl, flick and back again.
+""Mmmm, Doctor Portman, you are so sweet."" Rosalind murmured. Cassie could only moan in response, and try to keep her hips from bucking into Roz's face. The rhythm she had going was amazingly intense and Cassie didn't want to ruin it.
+Orgasm was near and Cassie was about to let go and give into it when Rosalind changed things up, interrupted her rhythm and kept Cassie on the edge. Roz delicatly tongued Cassie's throbbing wet opening. pushed her tongue in, then out, then rapidly flicked her clit with the very tip of her tongue.
+""Oh, god!"" Cassie exclaimed. ""Ohmygod, Ohmygod ...""
+She control her body as she built once more toward orgasm. Her hips bucked up and she spread her legs as wide as she could to give Rosalind as much access as she could.
+As Roz used her tongue to keep a relentless circular motion on Cassie's clit, she pushed one finger inside her, stroked upwards in a come hither gesture.
+Cassie grasped, cried out, grabbed at Rosalind's upper arms, and then wildly at her own head. The expert maneuvers of Rosalind's tongue matched the stroking of her finger against Cassie's g-spot, and built an incredible pressure to Cassie's insides.
+""Oh god, oh fuck!"" Cassie wailed, and then clamped a hand over her own mouth. The powerful wave of crushing orgasm pounded into her and shel let herself get swept away. Every muscle tightened as wave after wave moved through her, and she shouted some very bad words against the inside of her hand.
+The Captain sat up, ran the back of her hand over her luscious, glistening lips. Smiled broadly as Cassie rolled her legs from side to side, moaning, laughing, still coming down from the aftershocks of the incredible orgasm.
+""Wow. Roz, something tells me that was not your first rodeo."" Cassie sighed.
+""What the hell is a rodeo?"" Roz lightly tossed Cassie her sleep pants so she could zip them back on.
+Cassie laughed. ""It's a cowboy thing.""
+""What's a cowboy?""
+""Never mind. That was amazing. Thank you. Wow. Really.""
+""My pleasure, completely. I know you're not into the androgyny lifestyle, Cassie, but I have to tell you, when gender doesn't matter, your horizons tend to get ... broadened.""
+""So I see."" Cassie murmured, suddenly shy. ""I'll clean up in here. We should probably get some sleep. We have a full day tomorrow of busy work while we speed at the slowest pace ever towards our unknown exploratory planet.""
+""Now, Doctor, if you've done your homework, and I know you have, you know all there is to know about EP-274. And what we do while we wait? It's not busy work.""
+""On-ship experiments that have been done a thousand times, on every space flight ever? That we all know the results of before we even board? How is that not busy work?""
+""Think about it Cassie."" Avery scooped up the abandoned cookie dough wrappers and tossed them into the incinerator. She padded barefoot to the door on her short, muscular legs. Paused and leaned adjacent the threshold. ""You are going to be spending 18 months alone on the surface of a desolate planet, doing experiments that you probably already know the results of. With only the sound of my melodious voice for company. Getting through that and not going all batshit takes practice. For both of us. I won't even have the novelty of studying an unexplored planet to keep me occupied. I'll be stuck circling up here with nothing and no one, to do. So we're practicing how to not get crazy.""
+""Ah. I hadn't thought of that. Good point.""
+""Mm-hm. That's why I'm the Captain. Good night, Doctor. If you get cold or lonely, you know where to find me."" She nodded her head to Cassie and left the room.
+So Cassie did her experiments and she and Captain Avery found one another when they got bored or cold or lonely and they kept from going batshit. But now she was six months in to an 18 month mission on this planet all by herself, with only Avery's voice for company. And she got cold. And bored. And lonely. And she learned to program the Relaxation Dome just the way she liked it, in intricate detail of a place full of life and sounds and fire and nature and she called forth a cowboy to keep her ...relaxed. He didn't keep her warm, though. Not really. Not like Rosalind had all those months on the space yacht.
+Cassie shifted and turned inside her sleep sack. The fantasy of her memory of that night in the kitchen with Roz had warmed her up considerably. But now she was all aroused with no where to go. Once she was zipped inside her room and the systems were in night mode, there was no leaving again for a specific eight-hour period, unless there was an emergency. And though the thought of Brock was tempting, and the throbbing between her legs called for attention, it couldn't really be called an emergency. Cassie shifted around until she could reach the zipper on the side of her pants. She slid it down, and slid her hand inside. And found the thought that no matter how well she programmed the relaxation dome, her own fingers still gave her more actual pleasure than Brock ever could, mildly depressing.
+The next morning after Cassie zipped out of her quarters, warmed up the habitat and got the life support systems going, she sat back at her work station and checked all of her data streams. The soil analysis was just finished with the newest samples, the atmosphere was completely unchanged, as expected, and her seedlings showed no signs of sprouting, so she made notes on how she could change the biomatter to engender a more successful result. Oxygen was the problem. Oxygen was always going to be the problem. How to grow plants in an oxygen poor environment was her main objective while here on EP-274. She had genetically altered several hardy seed samples before departing for the mission, and finding the right combination with the right biomatter additive for the soil makeup on the planet was the tricky part. It was important work, but it was tedious. Her next check was to the preparations for her three-day embarkation towards the mountains to take core samples where the soil might be of a different makeup.
+As protocol dictated, the moment Cassie logged into her workstation, Avery was alerted up on the Prodigy, and though she usually gave Cassie some time to get warmed up and start her day, she was required to check in first thing, and at regular intervals.
+""Good morning, Dr. Portman. I hope you slept well.""
+Cassie's memory of what exactly was in her thoughts the night before made her blush, and then thank god immediately that Avery couldn't see her. She cleared her throat.
+""Fine, Captain. And you?""
+""Now that you mention it. I had some wicked bad dreams. Really weird shit.""
+""You should stop snacking before bed time.""
+""It's true that with you down there, and me here all by myself, I have double the snacks to choose from.""
+""Just save some of that freeze-dried cookie dough for the way home, won't you?"" Cassie laughed softly to herself and shook her head the minute the words were out of her mouth. She just couldn't help herself. Maybe those feelings that sparked up last night still lingered.
+Avery chuckled over the comm. ""Oh, don't worry. I've got several special treats saved up just for you.""
+""Well, aren't you sweet."" Cassie teased.
+""If I remember correctly, you're the sweet one.""
+Cassie blushed again.
+""Ok, Captain Avery, I'm setting the com to record and we can get down to business.""
+The next hour was spent synching their systems and going through the business of the day. After that Avery logged off and went about her own business aboard the Prodigy.
+About midday Cassie started receiving texts messages from Roz, asking her to check the com system. She was having trouble getting through. Cassie tried from her end but got nothing. Not even static, just silence.
+After brainstorming over text, they signed off and each began their troubleshooting protocol. Dusk came more quickly on this planet than on Earth, and when the light began to dim they were no nearer to solving the com problem. And there seemed to be a new one.
+Avery typed: Hey, doc. Check your cameras again for me will you? And the window while you're at it. I'm getting those heat shimmers on my video feed again.
+""That's weird."" Cassie muttered to herself. Six months on planet with absolutely no glitches, and now two in two days? They had to be related.
+She checked her own live video feed from the outside and saw nothing. But, when she checked the windows, there was something that wasn't there when she looked yesterday.
+""Damn."" She cupped her hands around her face and peered out of her clear plastic windows. There, about thirty yards out, in a semi-circle, just like Avery and said, were several, five or six it was hard to tell in the dimming light, patches of shimmering air, for lack of a better word. Like back home when the air was so hot it lay like a blanket on the asphalt, and wavered when the light hit it in just the right way.
+Cassie tilted her head in back and forth to check her field of vision, dimmed the lights inside the habitat, and turned the seldom used lights outside the habitat on. None of these measures had any effect on the shimmers. They remained constant. It was the oddest thing. Perhaps it was an effect of the passing moon that hadn't been picked up by the cameras before, but other than that she had no real theories.
+She typed back to Captain Avery: I don't see them on the video feed, but now I see them out the windows. I could get suited up and perform an OM, get a closer look.
+Avery: Negative. No outside maneuvers in the near dark. That's an order. Let's check again tomorrow, maybe it's some weird trick of the light, the phase of the moon, something. It can't be a coincidence that we're experiencing these glitches all at once.
+Portman: My thoughts exactly. Copy. Negative on the OM. I'm breaking for dinner. Over and out.
+Avery: Copy that.
+Cassie treated herself to one of her more exotic freeze dried meals. Four cheese macaroni and cheese. In the military they called these little foil wrapped squares of deliciousness MREs, Meals Ready to Eat. Cassie was prepared to tell them from great authority that none of these meals were ready to eat. Not by a long shot. It took significant creativity, and lots of salt and pepper, to make any of these meals palatable. But, as she told herself at every mealtime, she was a fucking astronaut exploring a new planet. If she had to put up with some less than savory dinner fare, so be it.
+After eating she went right back to the windows, peered out at the gloomy dusk, searched for the shimmers of air in the distance. It was too dark to see clearly, even if she turned on the exterior lights. A lot of the surrounding rock and some of the soil had a significant amount of metals in them, and tended to relate the light back at her when the exteriors were on. It was best to save energy whenever she could, regardless. A visual recheck would have to wait until morning.
+She called up the outside camera feed on her computer screen, but still saw nothing. No shimmers, nothing but the rock and the soil and the mountains in the distance. She mused on her mission, to attempt to find a biomatter additive that would allow the soil to oxygenate, so that plants, tree, eventually crops, could be grown on this planet. It was a challenge and one she enjoyed, but she couldn't help but wonder why they were bothering to send a scientist like her, with a mission like this, and not a climatologist. An atmospheric expert. It seemed pointless to figure out how to grow green things when the air wasn't breathable.
+Curious, she pinged Avery on the comm. She assumed the problem had been fixed when Avery answered over the comm and not through text.
+""Hey Avery, nice to hear your voice again.""
+""Ditto. I got old school up here, shut down the comm system, and then turned it back on. Worked like a charm. What's up?""
+""So far as you know, do they have climatologists working back home to make this air breathable?""
+""Say what now?""
+""I just mean, I love my job, and this mission is my life. I am thrilled to be here, and to eat out of foil shrink wrapped foil packets for as long as it takes. Let's just be clear on that.""
+""Is this conversation going somewhere, Doctor?""
+""I'm just wondering why I'm working hard to solve the soil problem when there is a pretty substantial breathing problem happening down here.""
+""Hunh. Are you just ruminating, or are you looking for a serious answer?""
+""Do you have a serious answer?""
+""Well no, not really. I'm just the pilot, after all. What I do know is that the atmosphere of EP-274 is made up of a mixture of toxic, known gasses. And the atmosphere was detectable using our satellites and probes, so it was a known entity before they ever send us here. So I'm pretty sure they could mock up a replica atmosphere in a lab somewhere and work on at home without having to send another expensive, foil dinner eating astronaut doctor. However, the makeup of the soil, the rocks and the core, the presence of water or ice, or the lack thereof, could not be certain or studied without actual physical samples. So ... here we are.""
+""Wow. That was pretty thorough. You've been thinking about this?""
+""Not really. I'm just bored, so I've been reading a lot from the Space Administration's archives, purposes of past missions, failures, successes, things like that. I believe this planet is part of the system wide group of planets being explored for terra-forming options — that hopefully will not be needed for a very long time.""
+""Yeah, Mother Earth though, we've not been treating her right and she's getting kind of pissy with us.""
+""So true, so true. Some of these missions though, the failed ones? Such a heartbreak when that much training, and resources and lives even, go to waste in such a spectacular fashion.""
+Cassie scrolled through her cameras one more time, but she still didn't see anything.
+""Avery? Check your video feed one more time will you? I'm getting nothing here, but I never did. You see anything?""
+""Negative, Cassie. No strange shimmering air at the moment.""
+Cassie pulled up the data stream for her experiments and let them roll for a few minutes. Everything looked 5x5.
+""How far back in the archives did you go? I read a lot about aborted missions, or technical difficulties that caused a mission to have to turn around, or scrap part of their mission objective, but I don't remember hearing about any loss of life.""
+""This was pretty far back, Twenty years or so ago. One of the first missions to explore the possibilities of terra-forming earth-like planets reachable by ion drive. There were four members of the crew, and they by all accounts completed their mission. Explored their planet successfully. Compiled loads of data. But on the way home, something happened. One of the crew members who had been on planet snapped, and killed the rest of the crew, then himself.""
+""Jesus, Roz, nice bedtime story.""
+""Here's the thing though. That crew was all men. Not to pass judgement on the dead, but women are far more adaptable to this kind of work. It's a scientific fact.""
+""Were there any records? Of that failed mission? Did they know why the guy went crazy?""
+""A lot of the report is redacted. But the conclusion seems to be PTSD. Or a symptom of being alone on surface for so long. His little man brain just couldn't take it.""
+""Roz, god, you're so callous.""
+Captain Avery chuckled over the com.
+""We get enough, 'oh they can't handle it, they are just women' and I can't crack a little dumb guy joke?""
+Cassie smiled. ""It's just ... The pressure out here is immense. It's lonely. It changes you. Whatever happened on that ship ... who knows? It could have been us.""
+""No, it can't be us. It would never be us. Women don't react to stress that way. We're internalizers. More likely to commit suicide than murder. At least, that's what Dr. Shapiro said. And you were personally hand picked by Dr. Shapiro for being most likely to withstand the duress of this kind of mission. So you know, no worries.""
+""Well gosh, Captain Avery. Thanks for sharing. I feel so much better now.""
+Avery laughed again. ""Go to sleep, Doctor. I'm tired.""
+Cassie smiled to herself. ""Copy that, Captain. Doctor Portman, out.""
+The next morning Cassie checked in with Avery and got to work checking her seeds and analyzing data. She was making headway on culturing a new form of soil biomatter, and became so immersed in her work that it was lunch before she thought to get eyes on the alleged outside anomaly.
+""Captain Avery, Cassie here."" She set the conversation to record.
+""Copy, Cassie.""
+""How does your video feed look? I'm going to do another eyes-on check in a minute.""
+""My feed looks normal. What about yours?""
+Cassie called up the outside camera feed on her monitors. Everything looked normal.
+""Feed looks 5-by. I'm going to check the window.""
+""Copy. Standing by.""
+Cassie walked to her ""front door"" window and looked out to where she had seen the mysterious air shimmers before. She expected to see nothing, the same scene her cameras were showing her, but that wasn't the case. She did see the semi-circle of air shimmers about 30 yards out. She again tilted her head, changed the lights, to see if she could determine what was causing the phenomenon. But no matter what she did, the shimmers did not change.  
+""Cassie? How are things looking down there?""
+""Odd, Captain. I've got a positive visual on the phenomenon down here when I look out the window. I'm going to to suit up and do an OM, see if I can figure what's going on. It could be significant. I had a thought. It might be some underground disturbance, heat being expelled from unknown pockets of air. Something like that would have bearings on my soil and rock analysis.""
+""I don't know, Doctor. The air is very cool, how could that be possible?""
+""If we're dealing with unknown gasses, anything is possible. I've got to go out there.""
+""Copy that, Doctor. Proceed with caution. Make sure to test your suit's com, so I can sync in.""
+""Copy, Captain.""
+Cassie got busy collecting the instruments and tools she would need to do a quick analysis of the soil and air composition in a gig bag. She suited up in her lightweight Outside Maneuver gear and entered the small chamber that separated the habitat from the front door. Once proper pressure was reached, she slid open the front door and stepped outside.
+Once outside Cassie click on the com to checked in with the Captain.
+""Captain, it's Cassie, do you read?""
+""Loud and clear, Cassie. I've got a visual on you, too, so as long as you stay in camera range I've got eyes on.""
+""Clear. Any sign in the feed of the air phenomenon?""
+""Negative. You?""
+""Yes, I can see them. Heading that way now.""
+Cassie walked towards the six air shimmers, toting her bag with her. She ticked off the possible explanations in her head, but couldn't make anything jive. Why could she see them here, but not on the cameras? And why could Captain Avery see them on her video feed once, and then not again? Equipment malfunction seemed the obvious answer, but she didn't want to rule out some foreign ions or even metal in the atmosphere having an effect, which would seriously impact her studies.
+After only a few minutes Cassie reached the area in question. Close up, the air shimmers looked more like mini tornadoes, swirling air of some kind, but with no source that she could see. There were no holes in the ground visible to the naked eye.
+Cassie reached out her heavily gloved hand, to test the pressure of the air. The moment her hand passed through one of the swirling funnels of air, everything changed. The air flickered like a glitch on a computer screen, and six images appeared before her, where the shimmers of air had been. At first her brain could not even process what she was seeing, it was so unexpected, so out of context.
+It was her. Six images of Cassie Portman, as if she were standing in front of a mirror. Well, that wasn't right. She was wearing her OM gear. Ok, then, six images of Cassie Portman standing completely nude in front of a full length mirror. She stared at herself while it registered in her brain. Her short cropped blonde hair that make her look bald. Light eyebrows. Blue eyes. Her familiar naked body; small, upturned breasts, slender waist, long legs.
+""Hunh."" It was all she could think to say, she was so taken aback. What was this? Was the Captain messing with her?
+""What is it, Cassie, what do you see? All I've got is you standing there."" Captain Avery's voiced concern.
+""How many of me do you see?"" Cassie asked.
+""What the hell do you mean, how many? You! I see you standing there. What's going on?""
+So unless she was lying, this bizarre display was only for Cassie's eyes. Her initial shock was beginning to wear off and alarm was quickly setting in. The six images of herself stood unmoving, staring forward. She reached out her hand again and passed it right through the nearest image. The moment she did she felt pressure on her hand, and the heads of all six images whipped around to look directly at her. Six mouths in six Cassie faces dropped open and emitted an ear-splitting sound. An indescribable sound. A ululation of such high frequency it echoed in her helmet and hurt her ears. Like six yodelers from hell, these nude images of herself stood and stared at her, producing a sound that could break glass.
+Cassie ran. She didn't scream, she didn't think, she just dropped her gig bag and ran, without looking back.
+""Jesus fucking christ what the hell ..."" she muttered to herself as she slid open the habitat door, fell inside and slid it closed again. It was only then, as she waited to pressurize so she could get back into the habitat, that she finally heard Captain Avery yelling into her helmet's microphone.
+""Goddammit Cassie! Answer me! What happened? What the hell is going on?""
+""I'm fine, Roz. I think. Did you see anything?""
+""No! It was like I said, just you in your OM gear, standing there, and then you dropped your bag and ran like a bat out of hell.""
+""And you swear on both of our lives that you aren't messing with me? That you or someone else didn't set this up as some horrifying practical joke?""
+""God damn it! No! Set what up?""
+Cassie was breathing heavily when she stepped back into the habitat. Her hands shook as she tried to quickly extricate herself from her OM gear.
+""Cassie, don't make me give you a direct order, you know I outrank you.""
+""It was me, ok? I saw myself. Six images of myself where the air shimmers were. Like I was looking into a mirror.""
+""What? That's impossible. Was it a reflection? You said there might be metal in the atmosphere ...""
+""Well, no. Not unless I went out there nude.""
+""Nude? Cassie, please. You're not making any sense.""
+""I didn't see me in my OM suit, standing out there. I saw me totally nude. Six of me, actually. And then these images uttered this horrible sound, a ululation, like yodeling, only much higher pitched. They looked right at me. It completely freaked me out. So I ran.""
+For a moment there was silence from Avery. Cassie imagined how she must sound. How her account would jive next to Roz's visual of her standing out there alone. But what else could she say?
+""Ok. Here's what we're going to do. First, download the audio and video from your helmet camera. You had that activated, yes?""
+""Yes,"" Cassie replied.
+""Ok, good. Then, you are going to do a full med workup on yourself. Check for something toxic related to the atmosphere. Maybe there was a minuscule leak in your suit. Maybe that phenomena was made up of an undetected toxin and it got into your suit, you got exposed somehow. Then we will talk.""
+Cassie thought these were very good ideas. Except for the sinking feeling she had that Roz did not believe a word she said.
+""Yes, Captain,"" she replied.
+""Get back to me as soon as you can. I've got to check something out on my end.""
+""Fine. Cassie out.""
+Cassie did as she was told. Downloaded the recorded audio and video from her helmet cam. Set up an impromptu med session and drew some blood. Put it in the analyzer. Shaved a small patch of hair and set that to analyze as well. Plugged in her suit and ran diagnostics. Kept her hands and mind busy to keep away the thought that she had imagined the whole thing. That maybe she was going quietly batshit, no matter how she had guarded against it.
+Avery's voice cut into the silence of the humming machinery.
+""Cassie? How are you doing? Where are you on the med test and diagnostics?""
+Cassie read the results from the computer readout for the 5th time.
+""Everything checks out, Roz. I'm fine, the suit is fine, no leaks or contamination. The tox screen is negative, I've not been poisoned or exposed to any toxins, foreign or otherwise.""
+""And the helmet video? Tell me you've got something on that.""
+Cassie had watched her helmet video several times. Stared at it until her eyes teared up. There was nothing. No air shimmer. No yodeling Cassie images. Just her hand reaching out to nothing, and her mad dash back to the habitat. Nothing on audio either, except her labored breath and unprofessional cursing. She tried to think of some way not to tell Roz, but there were no other options.
+""I'm sending it to you now. But Roz ... there's nothing.""
+""Copy that, Doctor Portman.""
+The silence was deafening.
+""Listen Cassie. Why don't you get some rest. Maybe go visit Brock. I can tell you're unsettled by this, and I'd be lying if I said I felt any different. But let's not jump to any conclusions. Let's both brainstorm some logical explanations and talk again in a couple of hours.""
+Cassie felt coddled. Pandered to. But would she react any different if she were Roz?""
+""Understood, Captain Avery.""
+""If you start to feel unwell, in any way at all, do not hesitate to contact me.""
+""Copy that, Captain. Dr. Portman out.""
+The fact that she and Roz had suddenly gotten very professional with each other was not lost on Cassie. Protocols would have to be followed if a crew member was in danger ... of losing her mind.
+No. She and Roz would figure it out. They were adaptable, brilliant women. Astronauts. She was a Doctor, a scientist, at the top of her field. She was not crazy.
+She had to de-stress so she could think. She pondered Roz's suggestions and thought a visit to Brock might not be a bad idea. All of those endorphins would help her relax, clear her head, open her mind to new ideas.
+Once inside the relaxation dome, Cassie called up her Brock file. Just thinking of her imaginary cowboy, with his muscles and stubble and musky scent started to help her feel more herself. She would figure this out.
+Many minutes later, Cassie moaned and rolled over onto her stomach. Brock moved with her, over her. His muscular thigh parted her legs and pressed into her throbbing, wet hot sex. She moaned, grabbed at the slick material of the sleeping bag, balled it up in her fists. She rose up on her hands and knees, pressed her backside to Brock, desperately wanting him inside her. For one moment she let herself break from the program. She yearned for someone's warm touch, an actual living, breathing body to hold her, to tell her everything was going to be ok. The wash of stars visible above her, the vastness of the universe, made her feel insignificant. Alone, with only her impressive imagination for company. Is that what had happened this afternoon? Had her ability to imagine things that weren't real compromised her mission here on EP-274?
+Brock pressed himself against her ass, let his large, rough hands run down her back. He caressed the soft skin of her breasts, flicked her pink nipples until they were hard, until she was gasping and shivering, desire blooming in her with a warm glow.
+The wind picked up in a sudden gust, blew sparks from their bright burning fire. A coyote yipped in the distance, sending the horses to stamp and blow with unease. The valley where they camped was dark beyond the light of the fire, and Cassie, despite her growing arousal, felt an uncharacteristic sense of unease. She focused herself back to the heat she and Brock created together. The passion she felt for him was real, her handsome cowboy from an Earth long past.
+Brock's hands left hot trails down her sides, slow inch by slow agonizing inch. The wind gusted a second time, carrying bits of grit that stuck to her sweat-streaked skin. The coyote called again, and was answered by a another, closer.
+""Are we safe out here, Brock?"" Cassie gasped out, and this time, her question was sincere, and she wished Brock could answer truthfully, not as he was programmed to.
+Brock's hand traced a lazy trail down the curve of her hip, the smooth skin of her behind, and found the sweet, hot spot between her legs. With one strong finger he began stroking her engorged pussy lips. ""You don't have to be afraid Cassie. I won't hurt you.""
+""Mmmmm ... hmmm?"" She must have called up an older Brock file, she didn't remember that part of their conversation. She pushed her hips harder against him, wanting more, but the cowboy would not be rushed. He dragged his finger slowly up her damp slit, then back down again, then penetrated her quickly, one finger, than two slipping easily inside her, pulling out, pushing back in, knowing exactly how to stroke her insides to spark her g-spot.
+""Oh ..."" Cassie gasped. ""That feels so good. God, I want you inside me, Brock.""
+He laughed softly, in her ear and kept on with the teasing torture, his long strong fingers pushing into her with a delicious, insistent rhythm.
+Cassie pumped her hips back against his hand. Why hadn't she brought in her favorite, perfectly sized silicone phallus? She needed it right now, she needed to feel something warm and hard inside her.
+She threw her head up and moaned, and the stars again commanded her brief attention. They seemed cold and far away.
+""The stars, Brock, how many worlds are out there?""
+""More than you or I could ever visit, but gosh, it would be nice to try."" Brock murmured as he slow-kissed his way down the back of her neck, over her shoulder blades, fingering her rhythmically until her whole body shook and she had to lower herself onto her elbows. Without slowing his fingers he worked his thumb to engage her clit, and her body started spasming as it spiraled up to orgasm. Her arousal-fevered brain barely registered his response, one that she never programmed — she was so focused on how warm and real his hands felt on her ... in her ... how much of a presence he seemed to have behind her.
+Brock withdrew his hand just before she could collapse into an impressive orgasm, and she cried out with frustration. His tireless fingers were quickly replaced by something she had not felt in a long time; the smooth head of a rock hard cock.
+Brock grasped her hips tightly in his hands and pushed himself smoothly, deeply into her throbbing pussy, all the way in, in one long stroke, then pulled out and pushed back in, more quickly, but just as deeply.
+""Oh my god, Brock, oh god!"" Cassie cried out in ecstasy. Brock fucked her with his hard cowboy cock, and even as she knew it wasn't possible for him to feel this real, she reveled in how warm he felt throbbing inside her, and she didn't care. She wanted him. She needed him.
+Cassie raised herself back up on her hands so she could push back against Brock and his thrusting cock. She felt his warm calloused hand slide up her back and grasp the nape of her neck. With one hand holding to her neck and one hand on her hip, he thrust into her hard, with a relentless rhythm that left her breathless and moaning with unintelligible, animal sounds.
+Cassie once again was brought to the edge of orgasm. She hovered there, mindlessly lost in the intense pleasure of the first real fuck she had had in what felt like forever. Brock took his hand from her neck, reached around to tightly pinch her erect nipple, then found his way again to her aching clit. Without interrupting the rhythm of his cock he stroked and pinched her clit, sent her over the edge of orgasm, screaming out her body's climactic release.
+""Cassie!""
+""Ohmygod, ohmygod,"" Cassie moaned. Brock released her and she collapsed to her stomach, rolled over to face him. The orgasmic glow started to fade and fear and wonder set in.
+""Cassie!"" Avery's voice called to her, but she sounded so far away.
+""Cassie, it could be like this, always, me and you. For real. Not just in your imagination."" Brock stared down at her, his beautifully, amazingly real cock still semi hard jutting out from his lean, muscled body.
+""Who are you?"" Cassie gazed at him, transfixed.
+""I could spin you some yarn, some ol' cowboy tale from the lonely range, and it wouldn't even begin to explain who I am. I just simply ... am.""
+""How are you here? I created Brock. He didn't exist before I programmed him.""
+""Cassie! Get out of the dome! Now!"" Avery's alarmed voice was still distant and muddled, like Cassie was hearing it through an old tin can.
+The firelight glistened off of Brock's chiseled body. He ran his large calloused though his dark hair.
+""I'm using your program to appear to you in a form you recognize, so as not to ... alarm you. It's nothing for me to manipulate any form of electrical energy you brought with you. I am mostly energy myself.""
+Cassie should have been afraid. She should have run screaming from the dome. But she was mesmerized by this Brock being in front of her.
+""Cassie, please respond! Are you alright?"" Roz sounded desperate over the muted com, but Cassie had no idea what to tell her.
+""And those images of me, the yodelers, who are they?"" Cassie realized part of her surprising calm was that, if this was a real living entity she was speaking to, it meant she wasn't crazy. Didn't it?
+""That was me, as well. I am all energy here, it was all me. I was trying to contact you. I ... miscalculated. It then occurred to me to come to you here. You spend a lot of time here. You are happy, here. It was a most pleasurable experience.""
+Cassie blushed furiously. Angrily. This ... being had been watching her this whole time, and then used her passion for Brock to fuck her? That's a hell of a way to engage in a close encounter.
+""So, you make first contact with a cowboy's cock, was that your plan?"" The conversation was becoming so ridiculous Cassie began to reassess her theory that it proved she wasn't crazy. She was sitting on a sleeping bag in a dark valley, coyotes in the distance, horses stomping on the other side of the fire, talking to her computer generated lover taken over by ... what?
+""I would not call it first contact, I have interacted with your kind before. Although, not exactly in this manner. I apologize if it was not pleasing to you."" There was a hint of smugness in Brock's voice that she would have never programmed in. As if he knew differently.
+""You've made contact with people from Earth before? When? How? We've never been here.""
+""Oh, but you have. I'm afraid I miscalculated then, too. But I've learned much from that experience, and from watching, listening to you and your Captain. Take me with you, Cassie. Think of how much we could learn from one another.""
+Cassie's instinct turned to suspicion. She reached for the remote that controlled the dome and her Brock program and shut it down with the press of one button. If she was crazy, if this were all her imagination, he would disappear when she broke the connection.
+The valley, the fire, the mountain sounds went out and the bright lights of the dome came up. And there was Brock, in his jeans, tight white t-shirt and cowboy hat, standing in the middle of the white dome floor. He flickered for a moment, but then the dome lights dimmed slightly and he reappeared, looking to be as real as he had seemed when he was fucking her five minutes before.
+Cassie felt woefully underdressed and quickly pulled her jumpsuit back on as Brock watched, a playful smile teasing his lips.
+""How are you still here? I turned off the Brock file."" Cassie circled him slowly. Everything was exactly as she had programmed, but absolutely real, all the way down to his creased, worn brown boots.
+""I'm still using the energy of your habitat to take this form. I like being Brock. You like Brock, too, don't you, Cassie? It was you who drew me out, after all, just as your people did before. You called to me. Take me with you. Nights like this one could be ours, forever.""
+""Why do you keep saying that? I'm not going anywhere.""
+""Yes, you are. I've muted the com in here, but your Captain has already started the protocol to abort the mission. I should have contacted you sooner. I heard the call before you even landed, but I thought we would have more time. Your people are much more advanced technologically than the last time we met. That worries me. I hadn't expected your Captain to be able to keep such close tabs on you.""
+Now Cassie felt alarm. He blocked Avery's com? Avery was aborting the mission? She had to get out, she had to talk to Roz.
+Cassie slammed her palm into the button that opened the door and fled the relaxation dome. She made sure the door closed behind her, realizing how futile it was as she did it. The minute she was out she heard Roz yelling over the com in the main room of the habitat.  
+""— to your sleeping chamber! Lock yourself in! Cassie can you read me, mission aborted! Run, Cassie, hurry!""
+Cassie ran towards her sleeping chamber, but managed to grab two bottles of water as she careened past her desk. Once inside she zipped it closed, and locked it. She shut off the lights, and the water reclamation unit. Set the controls to only the very minimal life support. A sudden thought panicked her and she grabbed at the small operating computer inside the chamber. She quickly accessed the relaxation dome programming and deleted all of her Brock programs, made sure there was no trace of them in the computer. Then she shut down everything electronic she could in the habitat, without killing herself. How much energy did that thing need to manifest? She had no idea. All she had running in her little chamber was the com link and the small amount of air she needed to keep breathing until Roz could send the retrieval pod for her.
+""Roz?"" She called. ""Are you there?""
+""Oh my god, Cassie, are you ok? What was that thing?""
+""I don't know. An alien entity of some kind. I can't even begin to describe it, but it's energy based and can communicate quite well.""
+""Dammit. Damn those bastards!"" Roz was furious.""Get ready for pick-up Cassie. I'm close, but it will be a few hours. Are you set in there? Are you safe?""
+""I have no idea. What bastards?""
+""I'll tell you after retrieval.""
+""Roz, wait a minute, are we overreacting? I was startled by him ... it ... by the way he made contact."" Cassie felt chagrin, thinking of her all too real tryst with ""Brock. ""But this is contact from an alien life form! It's unprecedented. Isn't it our job as astronauts, as scientists, to stay and maintain contact? Explore the possibilities?""
+""No. Not with this thing. Cassie, trust me. Just get ready for the retrieval pod. Don't bring anything with you, no drives, no discs, nothing electronic""
+""It's just me in here and enough air to last, I hope. It's cold, Roz, hurry.""
+""Ok. I'm shutting down the com, just in case.""
+Cassie zipped herself into her sleeping cushion and tried to focus on deep, steady breaths. She took small sips of water. She was tense, expecting Brock to use what meager energy was activated in the chamber, to appear, but he did not. She shivered from the cold. When the retrieval pod landed on the roof of the chamber, she activated the escape hatch and climbed inside. She held back tears as she buckled herself in, thinking of all of her hard work wasted, left behind on what was supposed to be an uninhabited planet. How had this happened?
+Roz had the answers once she was safely back on the Prodigy.
+""We were set up, Cassie. By the Space Administration. By Dr. Shapiro, probably. Hand-picked to withstand the duress of the mission, my ass.""
+Roz was still fuming, days after leaving the orbit of EP-274, on a trajectory back to Earth. The long road home.
+It was through Roz's boredom-fueled reading of old mission logs, and her ace hacker skills, that she had come to find the truth. They had been lied to. This planet was not EP-274. It was EP-101. The planet the crew of four had been exploring 20 years ago when on the way home one of them went batshit and killed his crew members and himself.
+Cassie paced around Roz's small sleeping quarters. ""Are you fucking kidding me? They knew something was down there and they just sent us in unprepared? Taking fucking soil samples like an idiot? I was just bait, wasn't I? Brock said we called to him. I bet there was something, an energy beacon, a noise frequency we can't hear, embedded somewhere on the habitat, or even the Prodigy. Fuck!""
+""Brock?"" Roz looked at her with a raised eyebrow, but Cassie brushed her off with a wave of her hand.
+Cassie was furious. What had the Space Administration expected would happen?
+Roz continued her tale. She still couldn't get through all of the redacted information. She didn't know if the mission to explore EP-101 was to make contact, or if that happened unexpectedly. She didn't know why the crew member had murdered his shipmates. But she did know that he had likely carried the entity with him onboard his ship, downloaded somehow on a computer drive.
+""God, Roz, Brock kept asking me to take him with us. What did he want?""
+""I have no idea. But when we get home, heads are going to roll and we are going to get some answers.""
+Two months into the trip home, and Cassie and Rosalind had rekindled their cozy arrangement of keeping each other company during the long nights, making the tedious days more interesting. They had run out of foil-wrapped cookie dough, but had discovered some dusty tasting brownie batter that held promise. One evening, when Roz was busy, Cassie decided to spend some time in the Relaxation Room onboard, just to listen to some music, get a change of scenery. She hadn't programmed the room's computer with anything more than the misty shadow of a forest. No more trysts with imaginary men for her. She just might give the androgyny scene a second chance. Roz had been very convincing these past few months.
+Cassie started up her forest visuals and programmed some ancient blues music. It was just what she needed. Very relaxing.
+""Hello, Cassie.""
+With a gasp Cassie turned, and there was Brock, in all of his cowboy glory. Stetson hat, wrinkled black t-shirt, worn jeans and creased boots. He stood and watched her fumble towards the door, a mischievous grin on his face.
+""You can't be here. I deleted the Brock file. I didn't bring you here. Roz!"" Cassie screamed but Roz did not reply.
+""Captain Avery can't hear you, Cassie. It's just you and me. I told you, your people are much more technologically advanced than you were before. I found that I didn't need you to bring me up here, I managed it on my own. I am all energy, I was there, now I am here. Though really, I am still there. I am many places, many beings.""
+Cassie continued to press the door's open button, though she knew it useless. ""What do you want?"" She whispered, cold fingers of dread creeping down her spine.
+""Your people are so arrogant, imagining that just because they know nothing of us, that we know nothing of them. We know you, Cassie. We have since the first slug crawled out of the slime. We were startled when your meager ship found us, quite accidentally, I might add, and then alarmed when you came looking on purpose. We had to remedy that.""
+""Did you kill those men? From the other mission?""
+""There is no place for you here, Cassie. Your people will learn that. I am not the only one of my kind. And my kind is not alone. We are legion. We are endless. We power the universe, every universe you have not the capacity to imagine. But you, and your people, do not belong here. You have not earned your place, and from our observations, you never will.""
+""Just let us go, we'll scrub the data. We won't tell anyone."" Cassie felt the cold door of the room through the back of her jumpsuit. She was pressed up against it, though there was nowhere to go.
+""I think we both know it's too late for that."" Brock set his hands on his hips and smiled widely. Cassie regretted making him so goddamned handsome. ""But I will let you go. There's something I need you to do for me, Cassie.""
+Brock flickered, and then appeared right in front of her. He leaned in, kissed Cassie deeply, passionately, just as she had programmed him to do. He gave her one last smile, and then bent and whispered in her ear.
+The Prodigy, when eventually retrieved from its erratic orbit around Earth, was empty of living souls who could tell any tales of where it had been, or what it had seen."
+92,FAWC 1: A Gloryhole Adventure,BuckyDuckman,Chain Stories,2013-06-05,2013-06-05,2022-01-08 03:48:59,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/fawc-1-a-gloryhole-adventure,A writer describes an encounter at a glory hole,"['Big Cock', 'Blonde', 'Blowjob', 'Coworker', 'Glory Hole', 'Hand Job', 'May/December', 'Older Man', 'Voyeur', 'Younger Woman']",4.67,"_(Moderator's Note: This story is a submission to the first Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on June 22nd, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each of the stories in this challenge are centered around the common theme of the main character being an author who then experiences the erotic and/or unusual events he or she writes about. There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.)_
+ _(Author's Note: This story includes the themes of explicit, heterosexual sex between consenting adults.)_
+* * * *
+Rain dotted the diner's windows. I pressed the side of my face against the cool glass and felt tapping raindrops trying to kiss my cheek. Houston Jones sat across from me with a steady smirk on his handsome face. I liked Houston. I amused him and didn't care. ""You will hate morning,"" he said.
+""I'm not planning on seeing morning,"" I said. My words were still slurring. I was so drunk, too drunk. The world felt mushy and blurry. Soft was too soft, hard wasn't firm enough. The glass against my cheek felt as if it was moving. ""Did you carry me in here?""
+""I think you floated."" He pushed my coffee cup closer. It was stout coffee, bitter from sitting too long on a burner. I added another cream and two more sugars. Stirring was a problem. Making a circle with my floppy, drunk hand felt awkward. Maybe I could close my eyes for a moment and the world would firm up. The plastic covered seat of our booth spun wildly. No. Closing my eyes was not a good idea. I gulped at the coffee.
+""If I die of alcohol poisoning, will you delete everything from my computer's hard drive?""
+""You're not going to die,"" he promised, still smiling. Houston had a big nose, but not when he looked directly at me. From the side, his nose reminded me of a beak, but straight on, his nose looked normal. I liked his nose. It gave his face character. ""Why do you want me to wipe your hard drive?""
+""Ooo, that sounds dirty,"" I giggled. He shook his head and chuckled. He always dismissed my sexual references. I felt safe with him; Houston Jones liked me without wanting to do me. He didn't push, he waited. It was the right call and I made the sort of confession people save for being drunk, ""Because I don't want anyone to find my porn.""
+Houston has such a great laugh; too loud, too big and just right to my ears. It's the way a laugh should be. Houston didn't care how loud he laughed. The stares he received didn't inhibit him. Houston loved to laugh and did. He had lots of different laughs, from chuckles and chortles to full on belly laughs. The belly laughs were the best. Those were loudest. Those were the laughs that drew stares from strangers. Houston roared with laughter at my reason. ""What kind of porn could you possibly have?""
+""Stories,"" I said. ""Sexy stories."" I said the words slowly so I didn't slur them and say ""shexy shories."" Houston kept smiling. He didn't believe me and I made the rest of my confession: ""Sexy stories I wrote.""
+""Uh-huh,"" he said, nodding his head. That was distracting; seeing him nodding his head made my head spin.
+""I'm serious,"" I insisted, suddenly angry that he didn't believe me. That's embarrassing to admit, but if you've nursed a drunken friend, you've experienced their mood swings. I was telling the truth and it became desperately important he knew it. Maybe because I really wanted him to wipe my hard drive if I should die or because I knew my reputation as an innocent. I can't remember the source of my urgency, only the importance of convincing him. I leaned on the table, waving him close until I could whisper in his ear, ""He shoved his hard cock deep inside her tiny, tight pussy.""
+""Oh wow,"" Houston said, pulling away and staring at me as if I had suddenly sprouted tentacles from my forehead. He blinked hard before his smile returned and he began laughing. ""You did not just say that!""
+""Say it? Hell, I've written it!""
+His big, happy smile remained as he considered the new me; the tentacle sporting version of me. I waited for his challenge. A wholesome, young woman at barely twenty-four doesn't write porn and doesn't write seriously. I knew how I looked: fresh faced, straight off the farm with my blonde hair still in braids. I preferred jeans to dresses, cotton over silk and could sex baby chicks. I was the heartbreaker for every country song ever written; a good church-going woman who liked to write monitor melting sex scenes too raw for any Harlequin brand romance novel. I sell my novels electronically through different venders. I do okay. I'm not ready to quit my day job, but maybe, one day.
+""Deal,"" he promised without questioning me any further and I fell a little deeper in like with Houston Jones. If he had been twenty years younger or I had been more open-minded, he would have gotten lucky that night. He fed me more coffee until the rain stopped and the world felt real. He led the sleepy- tired me to the car, drove back to the hotel and walked me as far as the door to my room. He did not invite himself inside. He did not accept my invitation to come inside. He did not try to kiss me. ""I'll see you tomorrow,"" he said. He hung the ""Do Not Disturb"" sign on his side of the door before pulling it closed.
+As a ray of sunlight knifed its way through the tiniest slit in my curtains, morning proved vampires had it right: sunlight does kill. ""Fucking sun,"" I swore, stumbling from the bed to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and assessed my world. I was alive. I wasn't sick to my stomach. My mouth felt dry. No work today or tomorrow. Was I hungry? My stomach rolled at the thought of food and I chased it away. Coffee would be good. Good coffee. Unburnt coffee. I wiped, flushed, washed my hands and went back to bed until morning ended.
+A hotel designed for the business traveler feels extra lonely on the weekends. The few stay-overs weren't happy people. Without work to accomplish, they roam the halls and give each other solemn nods when passing between the pool, the laundry room or the parking lot. I found coffee and went back to my room. I sent Houston a two word text message, ""She lives!"" When he wrote back a simple ""LOL,"" I heard his laughter in my mind. It was probably a chuckle that time but still counted as a Laugh Out Loud. All his laughs did. A moment later, he asked ""Lunch, dinner or none of the above?"" It was two o'clock in the afternoon. I was drinking my first cup of coffee. Twelve hours had passed since my confession. I needed more time. ""Dinner at Denny's?"" I suggested. I knew I would have pancakes.
+Houston and I were corporate trainers for a small retailer. We flew into town a week before an opening and after accepting the finished store from the contractors, we would begin setting up shop with the new crew. It was our job to train as we unboxed product. Except this time, the store didn't pass its final occupancy inspection. Locked out of the space by a pesky inspector and a frustrated contractor, we had spent the week receiving shipments into a storage unit and paying crew members to stock boxes instead of unpacking them. A two week job had turned into a three week assignment. The Evil One had not taken the news well.
+I had pieced together the evening from scraps of scattered memories. It had started with the news from our contractor he could not have the store ready for occupancy until Monday. I sent a text home to The Evil One and received a ""Dear John"" break-up text from him. I mean, really, who breaks up with someone via text? The Evil One (his new name for the rest of eternity) said I travelled too much for him to remain faithful, as if he was the only person who got horny when we were apart. I told Houston he was going to drive and cock-block for me while I got shitfaced drunk. Yes, I had said ""cock-block"" to Houston, much to his amusement. It's another reason I liked the man; I could be me around him.
+Denny's was a two star step up from last night's diner. ""Where did you find that place?"" I asked.
+""I think it found us. It was like something out of a slasher film,"" he said, laughing as always. I'm sure he was frustrated with the change in plans, but he accepted the alteration with grace and a sense of humor. He sat across from me in another plastic coated booth. How many of booths like this had he and I shared in the last two years? That's an answer I don't want to know.
+""At least I got some writing done,"" I said. I hadn't, but it felt like a good way to bring up the topic.
+""Good for you,"" he said without judging.
+""I meant what I said last night.""
+""Which part?""
+""The part about wiping my hard drive,"" I said.
+He tilted his head to one side as if my forehead tentacles were showing again before shrugging and giving a one word reply, ""Okay.""
+""You don't believe I write that kind of stuff, do you?"" I challenged, entertained by his lack of judgment against my hobby. Either he was remarkably forgiving or he didn't believe me. I didn't care which was true, but I was curious.
+""I never said that,"" he replied, still smiling. He never asked to read my work nor why I wrote it or a half-dozen other questions I think I might have asked. Questions like: What do you write? Do you write naked? Do you get off while you're writing? Are you writing truth or fiction? Who buys your stuff?
+His lack of judgment fascinated me. As an erotic writer, I think having a confidant is as important as having a muse. I never expected mine would become a man twice my age. It didn't happen until I stopped working for the company. My writing was doing well and I realized Houston was the primary reason why I still worked at a job that required me to travel. After I quit, we stayed in touch via emails, phone calls, text messages and the occasionally face-to-face meeting. Houston Jones became my alpha reader, occasional editor, and more importantly, my confidant. Whenever I got stuck in life or my writing, I sought out his advice and his constant merriment. His laughter was the crack in my pipe, the dope to my smoke and the vibe to my vibrator. What I never expected was how his knowledge and the breadth of his life experience would fuel my craft.
+""How much do you know about 'gloryholes?'"" I asked Houston on the phone. Phone calls were better than emails or the texts, because I could hear his laugh.
+""Well, that's a different direction for your stories,"" he laughed.
+""It's a commission. He says I'm welcome to sell the story, but he gets to read it first.""
+""What do you know about this guy?"" Houston asked, still protecting me from the dicks of the world without being asked to cock-block.
+""Absolutely nothing except his emails,"" I said and smiled at Houston's signature belly laugh.
+""Then how do you know he's real?""
+""He gave me an advance. Five hundred dollars.""
+""For one story?"" he asked, his laughter finding a hitch and stopping. I laughed. I knew how he felt. I had felt the same way when the money showed up in my account. When he started laughing again, I knew he had wrapped his mind around the idea. ""Okay, what do you want to know?""
+""Have you ever been to one?"" I asked. The other end of the phone fell so quiet I checked my screen, making sure we were still connected. ""Is your silence your answer or have I finally gone too far?"" Houston chuckled and turned the question back on me.
+""What do you know about gloryholes?""
+""My internet searches and what's been described in email exchanges."" I ran down the list: found in adult bookstores, video booths, holes in the walls, and often frequented by men servicing men.
+""So you're writing gay fiction now?""
+""No!"" I said, realizing how he would get that impression. ""He was very clear about that. He wants the story to be a woman visiting a gloryhole and that's where I get stuck. Is that even possible? I mean, I've seen internet videos that show it, but does it ever happen?""
+""It could,"" he said.
+""But never seen it.""
+""No, I... Look, it's not as if I...""
+""Oh,"" I said, realizing I had overstepped. ""Damn.""
+""I'm sorry,"" Houston said. ""You stumbled into a blank spot. Maybe I could do some searching for you, see if there's one close or something?"" There was. I knew where. I said as much to him. ""How do you know that?""
+""Internet,"" I said. ""There are lists. Sites that rate places, that sort of thing.""
+""Of course there are,"" he said.
+I swallowed hard before I asked the big question. It felt like too big of a question, but I didn't know where else to turn. I wasn't going to do it alone and it wasn't the sort of thing you can ask of any old friend. ""Will you go with me?""
+His silence had me checking my phone again. It showed we were still connected. I waited. Like before, his silence ended in a bellow of belly splitting laughter. ""I'm sorry,"" he huffed between guffaws. ""I was remembering the night you asked me to cock-block for you. I've guess we've come full circle.""
+""So you'll do it?"" I asked and got the answer I hoped for.
+Houston insisted on driving. I was nervous, starting with what to wear. What does one wear to a gloryhole? I dressed as I usually did: a t-shirt, bra and jeans. Houston looked nervous, too. His signature laughter sounded reedy and thinner than usual. There was a bar nearby and we stopped for liquid courage before walking into the building without windows. The shop portion was brightly lit, brighter than expected. The clerk behind the desk looked bored, unwashed and unkempt. Houston approached the counter, passed the heavily tattooed and pierced bad boy a twenty and received a stack of tokens. Making sure I was behind him, he led the way towards the darken door with the neon sign reading, ""Videos Booths.""
+I grabbed his hand as we walked, stopping him. I turned to my right and picked up a box as if I was examining its contents. ""You've been here before,"" I whispered.
+""I might have cased the place,"" he admitted. Of course he did. ""Are you going to buy that?"" I looked at what I was holding. It was a life-sized, latex casting of a porn star's massive, erect penis.
+""Not for seventy dollars,"" I said, setting it back in place. Houston's laughter was reassuring. He knew I wasn't paying attention to what I had picked up. I flashed him a smile and nodded at the doorway. He led the way.
+The hallway behind the opening was poorly lit. A glass showcase held DVD cases with numbers beneath each erotic film. I didn't understand the numbers, but quickly learned they matched the channels of the TV inside the booths. It got darker past the wall with the showcase. The video booth area was an L-shape lined with booths other either side. The booths had full doors on them and lights above them. Most of the lights glowed red. Dotted along the way were green lights above some doors. The green lights came in pairs and I could guess why. What I didn't expect were the men standing in the darkness. At least half a dozen men stood along the sides of the hallway. Where they waiting for someone? I didn't know and I didn't ask. Investigative journalists immerse themselves into an environment without asking questions. I followed Houston as he led me around the corner where more booths stood waiting with men near them. Midway down the row, he stopped, nodded at the door in front of him and I stepped inside.
+The booths were smaller than I expected. Next to the door was a folding chair. Embedded into the wall across from the door was a TV behind glass. Next to the TV was a machine that accepted tokens. As soon as Houston began feeding the machine tokens, the TV sprang to life in the middle of an explicit porn scene. I reeled backwards from the sudden noise and the close-up picture of a large penis pumping in and out of a pink, swollen vagina. It was action I had described dozens of times, something I had experienced plenty of times and something I had witness via video more times than I could remember. I giggled and jumped when Houston reached for me. He nodded at the door. He wanted to work the lock on the door and I had been in the way. Struck with more giggles, I pressed my back against the wall and gave him room.
+""I think we can change the channels here,"" he said, pressing a button I didn't bother to notice. My eyes were on the round hole in the wall. The hole was bigger than I expected. It was an elongated circle, which I supposed would accommodate men of different heights. The hole was dark when we first went into the booth, but a moment later, it emanated a blue glow.
+""Someone is in there,"" I whispered, still giggling.
+""I know. What did you expect?""
+""Who is it?""
+Houston smiled at me. I rolled my eyes. It was a stupid question. It could be any one of the half dozen men we passed or one of the three or four men patrolling the hallways.
+""What happens next?"" I asked, though I had a good idea.
+""He'll probably stick his dick through the hole.""
+""I know that, but then what?""
+""Good question. I'm not sucking it,"" he said and he laughed.
+I froze and looked up at the tall, older man whom I once considered my mentor. Houston Jones was too old to be a brother to me and thinking of him as a father figure felt creepy. He was my friend; a funny, gracious, understanding and patient friend. Because of our age difference, I had never considered him as a sexual partner. The ironic part was, because of my hobby, he and I had talked about sex more often and explicitly than I had ever done with another person. I can't say he knew my secrets, because that wasn't the nature of our conversations. We talked about the sex the characters were having and nothing more. He had never revealed his secrets or asked about mine.
+Some of my stories included snippets from my life, though he had never asked which pieces were written from the perspective of experience. I never tried guessing if he knew the reason my female characters loved sucking cock was because I loved sucking cock. I never told him about the threesomes I had had in college or how I had to quit my job as a stripper because rubbing against all those hard cocks was getting to me. He never knew I had spent a week as a stripper and I doubted he could guess it. To him, I was the sweet farm girl with pigtails who enjoyed an unusual, moneymaking hobby. Houston had been my erstwhile protector and never my facilitator.
+""We can go if you want,"" he offered.
+""No, I want to see what happens,"" I said. He nodded and gave me a reassuring smile. He leaned against the door and watched the porno on the TV screen. I glanced at it. He had stopped on a video of a young woman servicing a roomful of men. Had he done that on purpose? Was that something he liked? Did he think it was something I might like? I didn't know and wouldn't ask. I watched the hole in the wall. It felt as if a long time had passed. ""He's not doing anything.""
+""I bet he's watching and wondering the same thing.""
+It was another foolish ""ah ha!"" moment for me. Holes worked in two directions. ""What should I do?""
+""Whatever you want. I don't know. Peek and see what he's doing.""
+""Am I allowed?""
+""He wouldn't be in there if he didn't want you to look.""
+I hadn't felt like this much of a neophyte since my first road trip with him. As he had been then, Houston was patient and non-judgmental. ""Maybe we should go,"" I said.
+""Okay."" He turned to unlock the door. I don't know why, but that gesture reminded me I was safe. I was with Houston Jones, the safest man I had ever met. I put my hand on his and stopped him. He raised his eyebrows.
+""Not yet,"" I whispered. ""I have to look."" He nodded. He understood. I stayed along the side of the booth, away from the hole. I squatted and tried to see. I was too far away. I could see someone was on the other side. I saw him looking through the hole, but I didn't see more until he stuck his prick into our side. He was long and hard. His penis was fully erect. He poked it through the hole. When nothing happened, he moved it back and forth a few times.  
+Houston laughed.
+""Stop it!"" I said, louder than I meant. ""What am I supposed to do now?""
+""Whatever you want,"" he said, still smiling.
+""Turn around,"" I asked.
+""No,"" he said.
+""Please?""
+""Why? What are you going to do?""
+""I'm going to touch it.""
+""Then do it,"" he said.
+""Not until you turn around.""
+He stared at me for a moment before nodding and turning. I made sure his back was to the hole before I reached across the tiny booth. I did it. I touched the hard prick sticking into our side of the booth. The man's penis felt warm and I could swear I heard a moan from the other side. I caressed the fearless stranger willing to shove his dick through a hole in the wall. ""How does he know it's me touching it?"" I asked.
+""He doesn't,"" Houston replied, his back still turned to me. If he peeked over his shoulder, I didn't catch it.
+""Do you want a turn?"" I asked. My hand was exploring the dick in the wall. I was fascinated by it. The man, whoever he was, had a nice sized prick. I wasn't an expert, but he wasn't the first prick I had caressed. I pulled on him, falling into a rhythm most men seemed to enjoy. It was automatic and I won't say more about it. I was marveling at the experience. Here, inside this cramped booth, inside an adult bookstore near the airport, a man was offering a stranger his hard prick. He had no idea what I would do to him. He didn't know if I would do anything to him. Hell, there was no way for him to be sure it was me touching him. Was this an act of faith or desperation?
+I tried remembering the men I had seen in the hallway. I had been too embarrassed to look at them. I remembered shapes more so than features. The men appeared fit and of a non-descript age. They could have been twenty-five or thirty-five, though my instinct said they were older. I tried imagining they were gay and it didn't fit. Maybe they were, but I had the sense they shared a single trait: they wanted to get off. They each wanted to shove their dick through a hole in the wall and imagine it was the woman of their dreams on the other side. Maybe they were desperate for a blow job. Maybe they were in sexless relationships. Maybe they wanted to suck dick, though it felt as if they should be sitting in a booth waiting for dick if that's what they wanted. The best answer I had was the simplest one: they were horny and tired of doing it themselves.
+""Are you good?"" Houston asked, still facing away from me.
+""Is this okay?"" I asked, willing to keep stroking the man I held, but not at Houston's expense. How good of a friend was he being?
+""You're fine. Are you touching him?""
+""Is that okay?""
+""Yes,"" he said without judgment or question.
+I felt the man I held throbbing. He was getting close to his orgasm. My hand knew how that felt. I didn't want to overstay my welcome with Houston, but I didn't want to shortchange this brave soul who had risked offering me the very essence of his manliness. I stroked him harder, gently tugging and pulling on his man-meat. If he would hurry up, if he would come quickly, I decided I would do it. I would stroke him until he came. He was close. I had only the light from the TV in my booth to illuminate him, but I could tell his head was darkening from deep red to a darker color. He was in need. He wanted this. Hell, he needed this and I was his good Samaritan. I didn't want to stop.
+Through the elongated hole, I could fit my other hand. I did. I grabbed his balls as I stroked him. His balls were tight and hard. He was close. I glanced at Houston's back. He dutifully remained turned away. Damn it, I didn't want to be rude to Houston, but I didn't want to be rude to this man in need, either. I picked up the pace again and hoped for the best. I would do it for a few more seconds and if he didn't get off, I couldn't help him. I started counting to myself. I didn't know my limit, maybe a hundred? I don't know. I remember counting in time with my strokes. One, Two, Three... I got as far as forty when it happened. The man on the other side of the wall erupted in my hands. He came, shooting his orgasm into the empty space between my arms. I rejoiced, watching his orgasm and mentally celebrating it with him. _Go for it,_ I thought. _Do it. Give it all to the world!_ From what I saw, he did exactly that. He came, spurting and spraying for several long pulses before he was spent. I felt him tugging away and I let go.
+""Thank you,"" a breathless voice called from the other side.
+""Is it okay for me to turn around?"" Houston asked, guessing I was done. I told him it was. He saw me squatting on the floor. He saw the puddles of semen on the floor between me and the hole. He smiled. ""Did you have fun?""
+""Yeah, I did,"" I admitted, standing. I did something I had never thought of doing before. I kissed Houston on the cheek. ""Thank you.""
+""For what?""
+""For being patient.""
+""I think he owes you the biggest thank you.""
+""Maybe,"" I said, smiling. I felt funny. I had just stroked off a stranger and that felt funny. I had stroked off a prick that could have been a phantom prick unattached to any man. And Houston knew what I had done. He might not have seen me doing it, but he knew.
+""If we wait a moment, someone else will do the same thing.""
+""Really?"" I asked, glancing through the hole in the wall. That thought hadn't occurred to me, but he was right. The movie still played on the other side. I saw another body stepping inside the booth. The new man changed the channel on his side. I saw him rubbing the front of his pants.
+I moved a bit closer to the hole. I saw the man rubbing his crotch and pulling open his jeans. I saw his hardening prick as he pulled on it. I saw him turn towards the hole. As a 3D movie must appear to a one-eyed person, I saw the man's prick moving towards the hole. I saw it near the hole, growing bigger with proximity. I pulled away and his cock became 3D as it entered our booth.
+""I guess I should turn around again,"" Houston said with a gentle little chortle. He did. I almost told him not to do it, but I was stuck. Part of me said we should go. I had had my gloryhole experience. I had enough firsthand information that I felt I could write about it. I could describe the store, the bored looking clerk and the purchasing of tokens. I could describe the silhouetted shadow bodies in the hallway and the way a booth felt and smelled. I felt as if I could describe the aching need a man might feel to stick his manhood through a hole in the wall and hope for the best. Without using my imagination, I could describe a hand-job or a blow-job or anything else. I had no reason staying and imposing upon my friend, except a new prick was on my side of the wall. This new man had a smaller dick. He wasn't as long or as fat as the first man, but his need was the same. Trusting Fate, he had presented me with his cock, hoping it was not in vain. If he was quick about it, I would do it again. If he didn't waste my time, our time, I get him off. I touched his cock and felt his ache. I felt his need and his eagerness. I ignored the thrill inside of me.
+""One more,"" I told Houston as I began pulling on this new man's prick. I wasn't sure how thick the walls were between the booths. They felt and looked like plywood. I closed my hand around the smaller dick presented to me. I could hold him in my hand. Given the depth of the wall and how close the man was to the hole, it was easy guessing this man was lacking in the penis department. I once had a boyfriend who was shorter than the rest. Someone always will have to be the shortest, but like my one-time boyfriend, this man's prick left much to the imagination. He was short, narrow and had a slight curvature to my left. I felt sorry for him. Maybe he had a woman and she wasn't satisfied. Maybe he was too embarrassed to have a woman. Maybe he couldn't keep a woman. I didn't know, but he had a woman for the moment and if he was quick, I would do him.
+I did what I could to give the unseen man a thrill. I pulled and tugged on him as I had the last man. I even reached inside the hole, cupped his balls and squeezed them. Unlike the first man, this guy remained absolutely still, allowing me to have my way with him. His prick was smaller than average, but still as pretty as a prick can be. Maybe I'm alone in thinking a man's prick can be pretty. Not all of them are, but most of them have a royalty to them I appreciate. His did and I worked it over with an equal about of respect and appreciation. His balls felt good in my hand. I felt them tight against his body and I gently pulled on them as he came. As my shorter-than-average boyfriend had done, this man made up for his lack of size with the copious amount of his orgasm. He nearly sprayed on me. I hooted a joyful giggle and stroked him until he pulled away.
+""Sounds as if someone is having fun,"" Houston said, glancing over his shoulder before he turned. ""One more?""
+""Can I?""
+""I have a pocketful of tokens. We're good.""
+""You sure?"" I asked, noticing a changing of the guard through the hole.
+""Positive,"" he said. His smile was as easy and carefree as always. It felt funny looking up at him from where I squatted. Houston was a tall man and my perspective made him appear taller. He looked past me at the TV screen. I followed his gaze. It was the same woman onscreen, now receiving orgasms from the men surrounded her. Was I different than her? The two guys who had offered me their dicks weren't in the same room. They never saw me naked. They didn't fuck me or know the pleasure of my lips around their pricks. Still, I was receiving their orgasms and that counted for something, didn't it? The idea sent an unexpected surge of pleasure through me. I never considered myself a porn star, but here I was waiting for my third prick of the night. What did that make me? I pushed the thought away before I came up with an answer I didn't like.
+Hard cock number three wasn't as quick to feed me his prick. I saw a man through the hole. He was bathed in the otherworldly blue light TVs emit. I saw his hardness and saw him stroking it. Surely he knew I was there. Surely he was interested, wasn't he? I moved closer to the hole, in case he couldn't see me.
+""Try sticking your fingers in the hole,"" Houston suggested. I nodded. It was a good idea and something I had read on a website about gloryhole etiquette. Poking two fingers through the hole gave me a sense of what the men were experiencing. It felt daring, like an act of faith. What if he grabbed my two fingers and chopped them off? I waved them around until I felt him pressing his prick against them. I moved my hand towards me and his cock followed. As soon as its head was exposed to me, I began touching him. ""Shit, sorry,"" Houston said. He had been watching, caught himself and quickly turned away.
+I nearly told Houston it was okay. I nearly said, ""You can watch if you want."" I didn't. It didn't feel right inviting him to watch, but I would have allowed it. My thought faded as I explored the glory of this new prick. I didn't know what the man attached to it looked like. I didn't know if he was a good man or a bad man. I knew only his prick. It was long, slender and very hard. I was reminded of another old boyfriend who had a long, slender dick. I remembered how Ricky's dick never filled me but it still would touch my cervix. It had been an odd sensation of depth without girth. I had never taken a man up the ass, but if I ever wanted to do it, I once thought I wanted Ricky to do it. I didn't know how his length would feel in that other place, but his girth would be more appropriate for that tighter opening.
+I like a longer dick. I guess I'm like most women. I don't care about size until the man is exceptionally short or long. Most pricks fall within an inch or so of each other. Like any woman, I know most guys worry too much about their size. An average length and width feels good. Too big of either could cause problems and too little of either created different problems. This prick was long and thin. It was a nice size for my hand. I could wrap my tiny hand around it and close my thumb to my fingers. That allowed me to stroke him differently. I hadn't thought to bring lotion, so I spat on his shaft and used my spit as lubrication. It made a difference to him. He came long before I thought about touching his balls. It was too bad. I like touching balls. He came faster than either of the other two men. I poked my eye closer to the hole, hoping for a better glance of him as he left. I didn't get one. He was quick to leave and another man took his place.
+The new man wasn't hard when he poked his dick through the hole. His cock laid soft, waiting for my attention. That was fine with me. As I stroked him, I got to watch him grow hard. It felt like a magic trick as he grew fatter and longer inside my hand. I was close enough to lick him and I thought about it. Just one lick. I wasn't going to suck him, not a stranger and not through a gloryhole. That would be too much. But I could give the head of his prick a single lick, couldn't I? Who would know?
+I leaned forward and pressed my tongue against him. I didn't suck him. I didn't slather my tongue around his cockhead as I might describe in one of my stories. I licked him once, just below the tip and I jumped when Houston picked that same moment to ask, ""How's it going?""
+""Good!"" I said, pulling away in case he was looking. I didn't need Houston seeing me with my tongue sticking out.
+""Having fun?"" he asked.
+""It's... interesting,"" I hedged. How was I supposed to answer that question?
+""Is he getting close?""
+I hesitated for a moment. Damn it, Houston didn't know. He thought I was still on the third dick of the night. Should I tell him? I knew I would feel guilty if I lied. ""Sorry, I'm on a new guy now. Is that okay?""
+""Definitely. This door and I are beginning to have quite the relationship.""
+""Sorry,"" I mumbled. I needed to make this the last dick of the night. I was being rude and I didn't want to be rude to him. About that time, the booth went dark. It was very dark, too dark to see or be seen. ""Whoa, what happened?""
+""We need to feed the machine,"" he said. ""Hold on, I have more tokens."" I heard the jangle of the tokens in his pocket. He bumped into me. ""Oops, sorry.""
+""It's okay,"" I said, still holding the now hard dick I had been offered. This man had an average sized prick. He didn't feel especially fat or long, but just right. By touch alone, he could have been any number of men. I kept stroking him while Houston leaned over me. I heard the first coin drop before the TV sprang back to life, filling our booth with its light. Six more tokens dropped before Houston was done. I looked up. He had one hand against the wall containing the TV as he fed tokens into the coin slot. He was looking down at me and he smiled. I smiled back, even though I was still stroking another man's cock. He stared for a fraction of a second longer before he caught himself.
+""Shit, sorry,"" he said, looking at the TV beneath his hand.
+""No, it's okay,"" I said, afraid I had embarrassed him. I didn't mean to do that.
+""What's okay?"" he asked. I didn't realize he was watching again. ""This?"" he asked. I glanced up and saw he was watching. That was awkward. Making matters worse was how I was reaching through the hole again, cupping this man's balls.
+""I'm just, you know, doing my thing,"" I said, trying to play it off with as much casualness as possible. Okay, that's a damn funny lie. I did say that and I did try to sound casual, but what could possibly be casual about what was happening? I was stroking off a stranger through a gloryhole. I had my left hand inside the gloryhole so I could fondle this stranger's balls. I had a handful of cock Houston could see and handful of balls he could imagine. It was not a casual situation.
+""I think he likes it,"" Houston said, still leaning over me.
+""I think he's about to like it a lot,"" I said, sensing this man's pending orgasm. I glanced up at Houston and he looked confused for a moment until he figured it out. He kept staring. His eyes were wide and hungry looking. It was a look I knew, but not one I had seen on his face. He liked what he saw. I'm going to give him credit he might not deserve. I'm going to suggest he wanted to look away. I'm going to suggest he stared because he couldn't help himself. I choose believing he wanted to be a gentleman and his baser needs got the better of him. I didn't know he was stuck in that position, not yet. I had only glanced at Houston, I didn't study him. I glanced; saw the confused look of duplicity in his eyes and then a splash of semen struck my cheek. That splash received all of my attention. I pulled away and it didn't work. This man's orgasm was too strong. He shot his semen towards me and I tried pushing his cock up and out of the way. That was the wrong direction. It made his semen arch through the air and hit my chin. The rest of it struck the front of my t-shirt before the last few drops landed on the floor between my knees.
+""Shit!"" I said, looking at my t-shirt. I didn't try to wipe it away. It wouldn't do any good. My shirt had already absorbed the creamy ejaculate.
+""Not quite the right word,"" Houston said. He laughed.
+""Yeah, I know, but look at me!"" I turned my head up so he could see the semen running down my cheek and chin before I wiped it away on my shirt sleeve.
+""I don't know, it's a good look,"" he laughed.
+""Fuck you,"" I teased, wondering why he was still leaning over me as man number four left satisfied. ""Are you planning on staying like that?""
+""I'm sort of stuck,"" he said, both hands now on the wall with the TV. While working around me to feed the machine, he had spread his legs too wide and leaned over too far. I saw how he was on his tip-toes, doing his best to respect my space. When I looked to my left, I was looking directly at his crotch. That's when I saw he was excited.
+I write about big dicks. I make up stories about larger than life dicks fucking impossibly small, tight holes. My stories feature porn star sized pricks that stretch women into having orgasms on demand. In real life, my biggest hadn't been exceptional. The hard cock sandwiched inside Houston Jones' jeans was the size of legend. It arched diagonally across his crotch, reaching from the center of his crotch and well past his pocket. Once I saw it, I couldn't unsee it. ""Damn, Houston,"" I said. ""Someone has been holding out on me!""
+I had never considered Houston Jones as a sex partner. He was too old for me, but if he had been twenty years younger the night The Evil One had broken up with me by text message, he would have gotten lucky. No, Houston Jones was my safe, sane, funny and much too older-than-me mentor, friend and confidant. Yet, we were crammed into the video booth of an adult bookstore. Porn was playing in his face. He had witnessed a man cumming on my face. And now I knew he was as hard as a man can get. Seeing Houston Jones had a huge dick made matters worse for me.
+""Stop it,"" he said, chuckling at his predicament. ""I don't want to step on you.""
+""Please don't,"" I giggled. I gave him more room to maneuver by wiggling closer to the hole. He was able to step behind me until he could stand without using the far wall for support. We were both laughing, but my laughter stopped when a new prick slipped into the hole and pressed against my face. ""What the fuck?"" I cried out, moving backwards. I bumped into Houston, pinning him behind me as I stared at the hard prick of the newest man to visit the booth next door.
+This new man was impressively larger than the previous four. His displayed above average length and girth. ""Now that's a dick,"" Houston said, still stuck against the wall behind me.
+When I careened my head backwards, looking up at Houston and he appeared upside-down to me. It occurred to me that I was rubbing the back of my head against his prick. I kept my eyes on him and rolled my head. Would he notice what I was doing? Without looking, I reached out and began caressing the newest cock to share our booth. ""Are you going to watch me this time?""  
+Pinned behind me, Houston grinned. ""Do I have a choice?"" I rolled my head again. ""Stop that,"" he said, catching on. I pulled away from Houston and closer to the super-sized prick offered to me.
+""What happens if I promise not to look over my shoulder?"" I asked, using both hands to stroke the big cock in front of me. I tried closing my fingers around the stranger's prick and couldn't. Oh, that was fun. If I placed one hand on top of the other, I could hold all of his cock. That was still a personal record for me.
+""Don't tease me,"" Houston warned with a sinister sounding chuckle befitting a super villain.
+""You mean like this?"" I asked, pressing my head back against his crotch. When I did, I felt his hand moving out of the way. I could guess what that meant and it made me smile. ""I think you like watching."" I gave the long, fat prick in my hands a slow stroke from its head to the wall.
+""Why wouldn't I?""
+Houston had a point. I wasn't immune to the thrill of what I was doing, either. My nipples were hard and my pussy ached for attention I didn't dare offer. I behaved, as long as behaving included me jerking off a stranger's cock through a hole in the wall. I should say I focused on the task at hand and did my best to keep my mind off of what was happening inches behind me. ""I wish I knew if this guy was good looking or not,"" I said.
+""It doesn't matter, does it?"" Houston suggested. ""What if I told you he was drop-dead gorgeous?""
+""Now who's teasing?""
+""He might be. If he was; what would you do different?""
+""I don't know,"" I lied and my lie bothered me. Houston was my confidant. I don't lie to him and it felt foolish to start now. ""Maybe suck him?"" I amended.
+""That's what I think most guys are hoping for.""
+""If I do it, you're going to watch, aren't you?""
+""Up to you,"" he said and I believed him, because Houston Jones was a man of his word. If I asked him to turn away, he would. If I asked him to wait outside the booth, he would.
+I opened my mouth, shimmied closer to the big cock I held and worked my lips around him. The man was big, but my mouth was bigger. I made a mental note about it. In my stories, I sometimes wrote that it was a difficult for the woman to wrap her lips around his big dick. That couldn't be true. A mouth is a large and accommodating orifice. While I couldn't fit him far down my throat, I could still wrap my lips around him and still have room for my tongue to dance along the underside of his shaft. His cock felt hot inside my mouth. I heard him moan through the thin wall separating us. I heard a second moan behind me. Houston's moan was soft and clipped. It made me happy to hear it and I resisted the urge to look.
+Sucking cock is not the same as stroking it. I believe a good blowjob includes a good handjob, too; especially when the prick is too big to swallow. I worked my hands in opposition to my mouth. When I pushed forward with my mouth, I pulled him towards me. Whenever I pulled away, I stroked towards his base. As I sensed him slipping closer to his orgasm, I would double up on my stroking. When he moved closer still, I began jerking him off. The point of a blowjob is getting the man off and that was something I knew how to do. I tugged, pulled and jerked faster and faster while my lips and tongue caressed his meaty shaft. It made my pussy ache, but that was part of the thrill for me. It always has been. Giving a handjob or blowjob meant arousing your partner while ignoring your need for pleasure. Men had told me how excited they get eating pussy; I get excited blowing a man.
+I sucked my newest stranger without shame or hesitation. I wanted to get him off. I wanted to feel his cock throb and shoot. I wanted to feel his semen pumping through his plumbing. I abandoned any concerns I had about him cumming inside my mouth. Screw it. I knew the science and blowjobs were not as risky of an activity as most public health departments would have you believe. Fuck it. I wanted this. I needed this. Damn it, I had earned this!
+The man inside my mouth came. He shot his warm semen against the roof of my mouth, the back of my throat and coated my tongue. I kept licking, sucking, tugging and pulling through-out his orgasm until he pulled away. I heard a mumbled, ""Thanks,"" from the other side of the wall and he was gone. I was left kneeling on a cumcoated floor with a mouthful of a stranger's semen. I swallowed and wished for another cock to arrive within seconds instead of moments. It was easier embracing my inner slut in the heat of the moment. I felt self-conscious. I also felt wanton, naughty, horny and out of control. I turned to see Houston's reaction.
+""Shit!"" he said, quickly turning away, but not before I caught him battling with closing his open pants and tucking away his massive prick. ""Sorry.""
+""Don't,"" I said, though I think I meant: _Don't be sorry._ I don't know. I put my hand on his, stopping him. ""It's okay."" He stared down at me, his constant smile replaced with an expression I had seldom saw on his handsome face: concern. With his torso still turned away, he continued struggling with wrangling his big dick back inside his pants. ""Stop,"" I said, tugging at his hand. I laughed, pulling on his hand and turning him towards me. ""I want to see."" When he stopped struggling, a small grin came back to his face. That was better. That felt normal. He allowed me to push his back against the sidewall until he was facing me. I pushed his pants open, fished inside his shorts and pulled out his big, hard cock.
+I always thought the plural of penises should be ""peni."" Guess it's the geeky writer in me showing. It doesn't matter. There are lots of commons words for a man's sex organ: penis, cock, prick, dick and even ""fuck-stick."" There are more. I'm citing the ones I use in my writing. Sometimes I'll use the word ""man-meat."" I shy away from talking about his ""love organ,"" ""shaft,"" or worse ""the object of his turgid need."" My stories cross the edge because I hate using flowery euphemisms. Women in my stories have breasts, tits and pussies. They don't have ""twats"" or that c-word; I do have _some_ decorum. People fuck in my stories. They don't ""make love."" I don't use code words in my stories. All men can have a cock, dick, prick or what-have-you, all depending on which word felt best when I wrote the story. But Houston Jones broke that mold.
+Houston Jones had a ""man-unit"" best described as a ""cock."" His prick was long and fat. His man-meat exceeded the length and girth of the one I had just finished. His penis was an anaconda of lust. Meaty and veiny, his dick was a thing of beauty. Houston had a cock. A big cock. A huge cock. A cock of mythic proportions that belonged onscreen. I wrapped my hands around it as I had done with the former prize winner. After both hands, his cockhead remained open and accessible. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his glorious cockhead.
+""Whoa,"" he said with his hand on my head. He couldn't back away. His ass was against the wall of the tiny booth. He might have retreated to one corner or another, but I would have followed. I brushed his hand away.
+""Don't stop me,"" I said. I pulled his cock towards me as I pressed my mouth down and around him. I could reach past the scar of his circumcision, reaching the most sensitive areas of his cock with my wet mouth and eager tongue. From my research, I knew men enjoyed the sensation of being engulfed, taken completely from stem to stern of their dicks. Including my hands, I did my best giving Houston that sensation because it's how far I wanted him inside of me. I wanted him down my throat if I could deep throat. I wanted to nuzzle my nose against his pubic hair and look up at him with glee in my eyes. His age no longer mattered. Our relationship was irrelevant. We were reduced to the phrasing used in old _Tarzan_ movies: Me, woman. Him, man. Me, eager mouth. Him, needful cock.
+""You have a friend,"" Houston groaned. He nodded past me. I glanced. A lesser endowed man's dick intruded into our booth. I ignored him. That man had a dick and Houston had a cock. I knew which one I wanted.
+I didn't know how long Houston had been hard. There was no way for me to measure his need, how long it had been since his last release or how excited he had gotten sharing this booth with his wanton, young friend. Time wasn't my issue, urgency was. I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted him cumming inside my mouth. I wanted the full experience of this man's hard cock throbbing, swelling and releasing for me. The sooner it happened; the better and I applied myself with my full need.
+""Oh fuck,"" he said in a different tone. He sounded desperate and needful. I tugged and pulled on him harder. I bobbed my head faster. If had a second mouth for speaking, I would have used it to chant: _Do it. Cum for me! Cum in mouth!_ It wasn't needed. My actions spoke louder than my words. Houston came inside my mouth. He splashed, ejaculated, had an orgasm, and exploded. He sprayed my tonsils, hosed my tongue and creamed me. He bellowed, moaned, groaned and yelled as he came. He redefined the way I would describe the act of a blowjob and the measure of a man.
+He was spent. His head made a loud ""thump"" against the wall when he threw it back. ""Ouch,"" he said and he began to laugh, rubbing the back of his head. I remained focused on his cock. I kissed the shaft of his **cock**. I rubbed his **cock** head against my face. I nestled my face against his big **cock** , smearing the combination of my spit, saliva and his semen against my cheeks, nose and forehead. I didn't care. I wanted to wear him on face. I would have kept going, except he stopped me. ""That's good,"" he said, still grinning.
+Nodding, I backed away and watched him tucking away his cock. He shoved it inside his shorts, angling it down his pant leg before pulling his jeans together again. A cock like his required special placement. He glanced again at the eager prick still intruding into our booth. It throbbed with need, but I shook my head, I was done. He held out his hand, helping me to my feet. Houston wiped a stray lock of hair away from my forehead before kissing it. ""Ready?"" he asked. I nodded, holding his hand and opening the door.
+Our booth had created a stir in the hallway. A line of silhouetted men stood in a row. I noticed some of them were clutching the front of their pants in eager anticipation of their turn. The men looked at me. ""Aw, don't go,"" one of them whispered. He was third or fourth in line. I doubted I would have worked the hole that long. Houston steered me in front of him and guided me into the brightly lit shop and towards the front door. Dusk had fallen and the world looked orange.
+He led me to his car, opened my door and walked around the back to his door. I spent those few seconds sitting in shame. There were cumstains on the knees of my jeans along with the few splashes that had reached my t-shirt from eager men orgasming in my direction. My nipples were still hard and poked their way through my thin bra and t-shirt. Houston climbed inside his car, turned the ignition, but waited before putting the car into gear. ""Okay?"" he asked. I nodded. He checked his mirrors and put us back on the road. ""Are you sure you're okay?""
+I put my hand on his knee. ""I'm fine."" He put his hand over mine, interlacing his fingers with mine and gave me a reassuring squeeze. ""I'm horny as hell,"" I admitted, still taking stock. I squirmed. My panties felt wet, as if I had soiled myself, except I knew why I felt as I did.
+In the fading light of the day, Houston looked as he always did; a handsome older gentleman with a beak-like nose from my perspective. His gray hairs shimmered when the last of the fading sun struck his head. There was something different about him and it took me a moment to figure out what it was; he wasn't smiling. ""Are we okay?"" he asked and I squeezed his hand. What a great question!
+""Is it going to embarrass you if I tell you I can't wait to get home so I can masturbate?""
+""Me too!"" he said, glancing at me with a smirk before he laughed. I laughed with him, leaning over and laying my head on his shoulder.
+""You're a funny,"" I said, squeezing his hand again. ""And you're hung like...""
+""Don't say horse.""
+""Whale? Elephant? Porn star?"" I offered.
+""How about: like a fictional character in a porn novel?"" We laughed together and it felt good. It felt normal. It felt like always. ""Will I get to read your story?"" He drove me home, walking me as far as the door to my apartment. I invited him inside. I don't know why he said no and it felt awkward throwing myself at him. I didn't. We stayed in touch as we always did. It took me calling, texting or emailing. He always answered, replied or emailed me back.
+When I promised he could read my story, I wasn't lying. I don't lie to Houston Jones. I never have and I'm not starting now. But there are things I've never told him. I never told him how I had to play with myself three times that night before I was satisfied. That means I didn't share how I had masturbated in ways I had never done. Okay, not the first or second orgasms. The first time I got off that night was my usual way, with my fingers a desperately rubbing my clit in a need for release. The second time, I used my toy -- a vibrating buddy that I enjoy, but I don't use every time I play with myself. The third time was the embarrassing orgasm. I'm ashamed to say this, but I pulled a cucumber from my refrigerator and pretended it was Houston Jones penetrating me. It was a cold and poor substitute and after I came, I laughed at myself for a long time for doing it.
+I never told Houston about revisiting the adult bookstore for a new toy. I didn't tell him how I spent seventy dollars for the life-like casting of the porn star. I did it for two reasons. It feels goofy admitting I did it for sentimental reasons. It was the toy he had seen me holding during our adventure. The second reason is nearly as embarrassing: it was as close as I could get to owning something shaped like Houston's cock.
+I have never told him how often I use that big toy. I haven't admitted how I'll suck on it while rubbing my pussy and pretending it's him back inside mouth. I've never admitted how often I fuck that toy, riding it and trying to accommodate as much of its length and girth as I can inside my tight, tiny pussy as if prepping my body for the real thing.
+Our adventure resulted in two stories. There was the lame story I wrote to complete my commission. It's for sale on a site and the person who gave me the commission was satisfied. It remains one of the most explicit stories I have ever written. That was the story Houston read as my alpha reader. The second story is this one. He didn't get a preview of this story. It's being posted ""warts and all"" and without the services of an editor, but as soon as it posts, I'm going to send him a link to it. After practicing with that toy for the last month, I'm ready for the real thing. It's time I tell him the things I think he knows but I've never said. I love Houston Jones. I love you as my mentor, my friend and when you're done reading this, I'm ready to show you."
+93,FAWC 1: Comfort Zone,RedMonkeyButt,Chain Stories,2013-06-05,2013-06-05,2022-01-08 03:49:00,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/fawc-1-comfort-zone,A writer's imagination comes to horrific life.,"['Author', 'Change', 'Comfort', 'Dax', 'Horror', 'Jenna', 'Monster']",4.19,"_(Moderator's Note: This story is a submission to the first Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on June 22_ _nd_ _, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each of the stories in this challenge is centered on the common theme of the main character being an author who then experiences the erotic and/or unusual events he or she writes about. There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.)_
+ _(Author's Note: This story consists of non-human, erotic horror, and non- consensual elements. If these do not appeal to you, feel free to hit the back button and not read any further._
+ _For those that do read on, please leave your comments in the appropriate field. The long stretches of italics are parts of the story she's writing._
+ _Enjoy!)_
+* * * *
+Jenna rose out of the chair in front of her desk and bent forward, stretching her back and legs out from the stiffness caused by sitting in the same position for hours. She was tired and vaguely hungry after spending the day playing in the worlds that lived in her mind and on her computer screen. _Have I eaten today?_ She wondered as she left the small loft office and walked into the kitchen.
+The fridge light was bright in the dark room, but she couldn't find anything to eat. Closing the door, she leaned her head against the cool metal and lowered her standards. When she opened the fridge again, she grabbed the leftover spaghetti she had cooked the last time she remembered to cook. It wasn't so bad when it was hot out of the microwave, but she knew this would be the last time she could eat it without getting botulism or something.
+She finished the pasta and put her bowl in the sink before heading out to the back porch to watch the rain. Usually, this practice would help kick-start her imagination. The story had stalled at thirty-five thousand words, and she couldn't shake the thought that maybe it just wasn't meant to go in the direction she wanted it to. At first, the words had flowed easily from her fingertips. Then they started to slow until now when they were completely still.
+It was times like this when she would normally call one of the people in her writing group and go out drinking or do something that had nothing to do with writing. Today, however, was the day that most of them were out of town for a convention and the ones left were those who never seemed to have time for distracting another author.
+So, she sat on her porch and watched it rain before pulling out her phone to text Dax. He wouldn't be able to distract her, but he would be more than willing to help her through the block. Somehow, Dax always knew what to say to get her muse working again. It wasn't long before her phone buzzed with his response, informing her that he'd be there within the hour and jokingly complaining about how far out of town she lived.
+* * * *
+""So,"" Dax said as he walked up the steps. ""What's wrong this time? Cat got your tongue, so to speak?""
+""It stalled at thirty-five thousand this time.""
+He whistled when she told him the word count. She supposed she had never asked for his help when she had already gotten so far into a story. ""Normally when you're that far in I only have to come out here to remind you that sleeping and eating are essential to your health. Why did it stop?""
+""I don't know. I've never had one just fight like this when I'm this far in. The writers in my group that I would have called for a distraction are all out of town at that convention. You're normally my last resort, but I texted you first this time.""
+""Hmm, okay,"" he reached for the handle on the screen door. ""I'll just run up and see what I can do to help."" He was through the door and pounding up the stairs to the loft before she could even get out of her chair.
+""Dax!"" She could hear him rolling around in her office chair as she went up the stairs. ""It's already up on the screen. Don't you dare look through anything else!""
+His head popped around the edge of the stairs just as she reached the top, the evil smile telling her he had been about to do just that. ""Would I do that?"" His big innocent eyes did not match the smile, and she glared at him.
+""Of course you would. It's what you do.""
+He held up his left hand in a parody of swearing, ""I promise not to read anything but the fouled story. Now, go away."" He waved her off as he turned back to the computer. Jenna must have hesitated too long because he turned in the chair and gave her a gentle shove in the direction of the stairs. ""Go. I'm not going to read it with you standing over me the whole time. You'll try to answer all of my questions or explain things like you normally do, and I can't read like that. I have my notebook to write stuff down,"" he held it up. ""So go away. I've got this.""
+She walked back downstairs and flopped on the couch. He did this every time he came over to help her get past a block, but his methods almost always worked. The questions he would sometimes ask would get her thinking and that would get her writing again. She sighed as she dozed on the couch, hoping he would be able to pull this one out of his hat as well.
+* * * *
+It took him only two hours to read through the story and take his notes, but he let her sleep for nearly five hours before waking her. ""I know you haven't been sleeping while the story was flowing. You needed that more than you needed to write.""
+""Bullshit,"" Jenna muttered as she rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. ""I'm under a deadline with that one. It has to be off to the editor in a month, and I'm only a third of the way through my first draft.""
+""That's what you get for procrastinating. Maybe this one didn't need the last- minute treatment you usually give your deadline stories. It read rushed because of it.""
+She glared at him. She always left her deadlines until the last minute, giving herself no more than two months to write it and proofread before sending it to her editor. This one should have been cut and dried, but it wasn't.
+He held his hands up, ""Hey, I know how you work. The last three that have stalled have done so because you didn't give them enough time. I'm just saying that maybe your style is changing and you need to move the last minute back a month or two.""
+They sat for another couple hours while he asked questions about the plot and the characters, pointing out areas that could have been expanded and areas that should have been left to the reader's imagination. When they finished, he was yawning and she pointed him in the direction of the bedroom. Jenna, on the other hand, had enough notes to get her past the fifty thousand word threshold if she worked right now. She grabbed a bowl in the kitchen and filled it with dry cereal before heading back to the computer and sitting down to work.
+* * * *
+It was dawn when Dax stumbled up into the loft, groaning when he saw her still slapping away at the keyboard.
+""Did you go to bed at all?"" he asked as he sank down into the extra chair.
+""I took a nap while you read.""
+""I let you sleep for five hours, that's not enough to refuel your mind for an all-nighter.""
+""But I couldn't just let it sit here. I fixed the parts you pointed out and added several scenes, but it's still sticking in some parts. I don't know if this one will finish on time even with your help.""
+""How far did you get?""
+""Another twenty-thousand words, six additional scenes, and two more characters that had to come in for those scenes to be plausible.""
+""Well, you hit the fifty thousand mark,"" she knew he was trying to help, but it wasn't working this time.
+""Yes, but that much should have opened it wide for me. Instead, I hit fifty thousand like a brick wall. The characters are fighting instead of whispering sweet nothings into my imagination. I don't know what to do.""
+""Go take another nap while I reread it. I think I may know what it is, though.""
+""What?""
+""All of the characters are human. You don't usually leave your big straight human deadlines to the last minute because they fight you every step of the way.""
+Jenna shrugged and trudged off to the bedroom off the loft and didn't even bother to shut the door behind her as she made a beeline for the bed and fell into it. Dax would help like he always did. She was counting on it.
+Dax woke her up in time for lunch, and she was drawn to the kitchen by the smells of real food wafting up the stairs. She found him spooning rice into a bowl and knew there was some kind of Cajun food to be had.
+""Ah, ah,"" he said over his shoulder as she sat at the table. ""Get up and help yourself. There's blackened catfish, rice, etouffee and hushpuppies. I don't mind cooking it, but I'm not dishing it out for you.""
+Jenna got up and fixed herself a bowl of the rice and etouffee with a catfish filet on the top. She grabbed the whole basket of hushpuppies and put them on the table between them as they ate. Every time she tried to ask him about the story, he would cut her off and tell her to eat.
+When they were finished and the dishes had been put in the sink, he led her back up to the loft and sat her in front of the computer with all of his notes. Then he sat down and turned her chair so she was facing him, ""This isn't your normal story. What did the editor ask you for?""
+""She said to write something new and different that could be put out between my running series publications. I didn't leave this one to the last minute on purpose this time. It took me this long just to come up with an idea that didn't revolve around my other worlds.""
+""You've spent a lot of time writing three series that are so tangled and intertwined with each other that I doubt you could see a new world clearly. She was right to challenge you, but you should have asked for a longer deadline.""
+""She's been my editor for ten years and not once has she given me a longer deadline.""
+""You've never asked her for an extension because your other stories have always flowed freely. It was only when you started stepping outside your comfort zone that you needed help. One of these days, I may not be here to help you. Email her for an extension and then we'll talk about what I think you need to do with this story.""
+He wouldn't let her avoid the email, but hovered over her shoulder until she sent the damn thing. She knew he was right, though. Jenna had never asked her editor for an extension on a deadline. He was correct about why, as well. As soon as she hit send, though, she turned and waited for him to hold up his end of the deal.
+""Alrighty,"" he cracked his knuckles as though he was the one who would be typing for hours. ""Your other stories have a couple things in common with your big series. First, they all involve something not entirely human,"" he ticked the list off on his fingers as he spoke. ""Second, they all involve some kind of sexual tension. This one has neither of those things. Your characters are strictly human, and there hasn't been as much as a hand-holding scene through the entire thing. It's so far out of your comfort zone that you've made your characters prudish.""
+""She wanted new and different,"" Jenna pointed to the screen with its blinking cursor. ""This is new and different for me.""
+""Yes, but it's also dry. Where's the fire? You have several stories that don't deliver on the promise of sex, but the promise is still there. This is also the only thing I've ever seen from you that doesn't have some paranormal element to it. I think this is what's killing the story for you. It's a great exercise and has taken you out of your comfort zone, but it's killing your muse.
+""I think you've had enough of this nonsense and now you need to start over. Bring this plot into your comfort zone and it will still be new and different, but with a familiarity that will help you finish it.""
+""What do you mean, 'bring it into my comfort zone'?""
+""This guy,"" he pointed to his notes and a whole section on one of the supporting characters. ""Give him his own story, but make it sexy and make him a werewolf. That's different because you don't write about werewolves. At least not that I've seen.""
+""You want me to start writing a whole new story based around a secondary character who is a werewolf?""
+""Yes,"" he nodded. ""I think it will open up the story for you in ways that your subconscious blocked earlier. Also, if you start now I promise not to stop you until midnight.""
+That was enough of a challenge for her, and Jenna turned back to the keyboard.
+* * * *
+ _Jarrod walked into the bar and went straight to a booth in the back. The corner was darker than the rest of the building and he seemed to pull the shadows around him like a cloak. From this spot, he was able to watch the patrons come and go without being pointed out as a creep._
+ _The bartender was busy making margaritas for the three drunken women who were barely contained in their dresses in front of him. There was a group of guys watching the girls, but he didn't think they were together. The men were too nervous as they laughed and shoved one of their buddies toward the bar and the three women. Human mating rituals boggled him. Why be nervous? Why not just claim the bitch and move on? He shook his head and looked at the other tables._
+ _One couple had just walked in and taken up one of the other more secluded booths. After the cocktail waitress brought their drinks they got down to business and ignored everyone else. The woman was short and curvy, just his type with blond hair and a perfect ass that she showed off when she put her knees on the bench and really leaned into the male._
+ _He sniffed the air, ignoring the scents of alcohol and cheap cologne until he found the two he was looking for. She smelled clean and ripe for the taking, and the male was just as turned on if the musk he was putting off was any indication. He could practically taste their arousal from across the bar, and it had him hard in seconds. Suddenly, the women at the bar weren't looking too bad._
+ _He tried to concentrate on them, their breasts all but exposed in their low cut dresses. But they fell flat when compared to the woman in the booth. Their hips were narrow and their breasts were small and high. They were society's picture of the perfect woman, but they turned him off almost immediately. Those women would be easy targets and by their scents he could tell he wouldn't be the first of the night._
+ _His attention went back to the couple in the booth and he let out a low growl. The man's hand was inside the woman's skirt and her back was arching off the seat. The smell of sex was obvious to him, but no one else seemed to have noticed them in their corner. A couple of the buttons on her blouse had been undone, revealing the sheer lace bra that held her substantial breasts. The scene was hot and it had his beast wanting to get out. It was all he could do to stuff his desire back down to a tolerable level as he watched the couple in the corner._
+* * * *
+Jenna leaned back in the chair and stretched her arms over her head. The last few hours had passed in the blink of an eye, but Dax was right. She had gone so far outside her comfy little box that she had been suffocating her characters. The clock on the screen said it was five minutes to midnight and, sure enough, she could hear Dax moving around in the bedroom downstairs.
+She was halfway down the stairs when he came into view in a pair of jeans and a nice polo shirt, carrying something on a hanger that she had buried in the back of her closet a couple years ago.
+He smiled as he held the clingy read dress out to her, ""Take a shower, do something with your hair other than pulling it back into a ponytail, and put this on. You've been up here for almost twelve hours, and we're going to go out so you will relax.""
+""I don't really want to go out,"" she started to say, but he stopped her.
+""I know you don't. You want to stay here and write some more,"" he pushed the dress into her hands. ""That computer will be here when we get back. I haven't been able to take you out and get you slightly drunk in a long time, and it will help your writing later. So come on.""
+Sighing, she did as she was told and went into the bathroom upstairs to take a shower. When she stepped out of the shower and wiped the mirror clean, she stared at herself in the reflection. Jenna had never thought she was particularly good looking, but that red dress had made her feel sexy. She had tried it on, but never worn it out. She wasn't sure how she felt about wearing it for Dax.
+Standing there staring at herself, she resolved to just go out and have fun. The towel dropped revealing her ample breasts, small waist, and wide hips. A boyfriend had once called her 'thick,' and it had taken her a few weeks to agree with him. Her thighs and ass were larger than the ideal for someone her height, but they led into a slim, trim waist. Her breasts were larger than average, but still managed to be perky. She had blond hair that was usually worn in a ponytail and was lucky if it was brushed. But that wouldn't do the dress any justice, so she picked up a bottle of light hold gel and squeezed a good amount into her palm before rubbing it between her hands.
+The gel would help hold her hair's natural curly wave when it dried without making it crunchy. It was the only hairstyle she knew other than a ponytail, but the effect seemed to be dramatic enough when she bothered to do it. The dirty blond strands fell in soft curls to the top of her ass, and she knew she would have to get it trimmed soon. Normally, she would just let her hair air dry, but that could take hours. After putting in the gel she pulled her hair dryer from beneath the sink and used it with the aid of a round brush to jump start her hair drying.
+When her hair was no longer dripping wet, she toweled off the rest of the way and walked back out into her bedroom. The dress was still spread on the bed where she had left it, and she took it off the hanger. It was a crimson satin and spandex blend with beading at the neckline that matched the color perfectly and added a bit of sparkle to the garment. She stepped into it and pulled it up, marveling at how something could have come off the rack and fit her curves so well. The halter top lifted her breasts just enough that she didn't need a bra, and the zipper on the side tightened everything up until it looked as though she had poured the dress on.
+She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror hanging on the back of her door and that feeling of being sexy came back to her in a rush. The dress, her hair, all of it came together in a rare combination that let her _know_ she was hot. A last minute decision as she slipped into some black heels made her leave off any panties. Thongs were uncomfortable and even bikini-cut panties would show lines. The dress was just long enough that she wouldn't flash anybody if she was careful.
+Dax was waiting on the couch in the living room when she walked down the stairs, and his mouth fell open when he saw her. ""Wow. I don't remember the last time I've seen you out of sweats and tank tops, and I've never seen you in this dress.""
+""I've never worn this dress,"" she said, blushing at his reaction.
+They walked out of the house and he opened the passenger door to his Mustang for her before walking around and getting into the driver's seat. The black leather sighed against the material of the dress as she got in and she gasped when the engine started with a roar that she could feel through the seat. Dax expertly steered the car down her long driveway, and she wondered that he hadn't complained about the caliche dust on his paint job. When they were out on the highway, she looked over at him, ""So, where are we going?""  
+""There's a little dive bar that has the best margaritas just this side of loop 1604. I thought we could go there and people watch. You need to eat something, too, and they have some pretty good bar food.""
+""Yes, mother,"" she laughed as they raced down the two lane farm-to-market road. She had forgotten what it was like to ride with Dax, and she held on for dear life to the oh-shit handle when he took his half out of the middle around some of the turns.
+The trip would have taken Jenna almost an hour in her truck, but half an hour after leaving her driveway Dax was pulling into a dirt parking lot around what looked like a tin shack. She wasn't entirely sure what held the walls together, but the place was surrounded by cars and she could hear the music blasting through the open spaces in the walls.
+They walked through the door just as a song was ending and people were spilling from the dance floor to get their drinks. Most of the tables were taken, but Dax spotted an open booth and pulled her along to claim it before someone else could. The cocktail waitress came around and Dax ordered two margaritas before pulling her into the same seat as him. She was wondering why until, a few seconds later, a couple guys came and moved the other cushioned bench over to a pool table for their girlfriends. They were completely alone in the corner after that, and she sat back to watch the people dance and grind on each other.
+The margaritas arrived in traditional glasses rimmed with salt and garnished with lime. She smiled at the little cactus that was the stem of the glass, and had to agree that it was one of the best margaritas she'd had after she took the first sip. Looking around, she could see one other occupied booth in a dark corner but most of the patrons sat at tables or in lawn chairs, or on the booth benches that seemed to be the preferred seating for most of the ladies. Even from inside, she still could not figure out how the place was held together.
+Another fast-paced song came on and the dance floor filled with people, leaving the bartender somewhat relieved as he dealt with three very drunk women in danger of major wardrobe malfunctions. She was watching as some young men pushed their buddy toward the women when Dax slid his arm her shoulders.
+""Isn't this much better than sitting at home in front of your computer?"" he had to yell to be heard over the music, even though he was sitting right next to her.
+""Only marginally,"" she took another sip of her margarita and leaned against him. ""I can drink a margarita in front of my computer just as easily as I can do it here.""
+""Yes, you can, but you can't watch this kind of dancing at home,"" he nodded toward the dance floor where a man was spinning and tossing his partner into the air. The rest of the dancers had cleared a six-foot circle around them and some had actually stopped to watch.
+Her attention turned back to Dax when he moved a strand of hair off her shoulder. Her thigh brushed along his as she leaned forward to pick her drink off the table, making a show of licking the salt before taking a drink. She felt him sigh against her arm as he watched her. Her nipples hardened and pressed against the dress as his breath drifted over her skin and she turned to look at him. He had been her friend for a long time, but aside from the occasional touch he had never made any move that told her he was romantically inclined toward her. In fact, she had been there through several of his break- ups. Something was different, though, and she was very aware of how much of her was pressed up against him.
+""Is something wrong?""
+""No,"" he said. She couldn't hear his voice, but she saw him mouth the word, ""Yes."" He bent toward her and kissed her, his hand cupping her cheek and his fingers digging into her hair. A thrill rushed through her that she hadn't felt in a long time. She leaned into the kiss, opening to his probing tongue and relishing his moan when she kissed him back.
+He broke the kiss and looked at her, their mouths mere inches apart. ""Jesus, Jenna. I've wanted to do that for a long time now.""
+She smiled, ""I've wanted you to do that.""
+His eyes filled with a heat she had only written about, and then his mouth was back on hers. The world around them disappeared as his hands explored her body, sending shivers up her spine when they touched the bare skin of her shoulders and upper back. She reached out to pull his shirt from the waistband of his jeans so she could touch him without the barrier of fabric, and he moaned as he pulled her into his lap. The dress rode up to barely cover her ass as she spread her thighs to straddle him, and the feel of his hands on her legs had her making small noises in her throat.
+She could feel his erection through his jeans as she ground her naked sex over him. Their tongues chased around their mouths, tangling and tasting, and she could feel his moans when she bit down on his lower lip. His hands moved up her thighs to the edge of the dress, and when she broke the kiss to catch her breath he pushed them under the skirt of the dress. The look of shock at her lack of panties quickly gave way to a look of intense lust as he ran his hands over her ass cheeks and pulled her tight against his lap as he moved against her. She wrapped her hands in his hair and pulled his face to her as his fingers found her wet cleft.
+His fingers left her moaning into his mouth as his hands slid back down her thighs, pulling the hem of the dress down to make sure she was covered. One hand remained to massage and squeeze her thigh as the other moved up to tease her nipple through the taught material of her dress. The tickling sensation had her moaning again and writhing against him.
+The next time he broke the kiss, he moved his mouth down to her neck and shoulders, trailing kisses and light licks along her skin until she was shivering in his lap. His eyes were dark and hooded when he looked back up at her, the lids heavy with lust and his lips parted as he studied her face. He smiled and moved her off his lap, getting in one last stroke of her ass before pushing her toward the edge of the bench. It didn't take a second gentle shove to have her moving toward the door and the parking lot outside.
+He pulled her into his arms as soon as they were out of the neon light of the entrance, his hands trailing down her arms before returning to tangle in her hair as the kiss deepened. The kiss ended with her breathless again before he whispered, ""Fuck, we need to get out of here before I take you on the ground.""
+They were back in his car again before she knew it and he spun the tires in the loose gravel until they gained purchase and squealed across the pavement. In a move that surprised her, Jenna reached over and put her hand over his crotch, squeezing the hard bulge that was straining against the denim. ""Shit, Jenna, if you keep that up I won't make it to the house.""
+""Who says we have to make it to the house?"" She asked as she pulled her hand back and began to unzip her dress. It took some contortions that would have impressed a cat, but she got the dress off and tossed it into the back of the car. ""Pull over at the next gravel road.""
+She didn't have to tell him twice, and the car went sideways before straightening out again when he took the turn onto the unpaved road a little too fast. Earlier, she would have been scared. Now, she was just too turned on to scare.
+""Where to, now?"" he asked after he got the car back under control.
+After taking her dress off, she had returned her attention to his jeans, managing to get them undone and the zipper down before she looked up again. ""There should be a bare spot where you can pull off near the river bridge. Your car should make it a few yards before you'll have to stop."" She managed to get her hands inside his pants and could feel him through the thin material of his underwear.
+It wasn't long before they were bumping to a stop ten yards off the gravel road. Dax pulled the emergency break and shut the engine off before pulling her over the console to kiss her again. He pulled her hand from his pants as his tongue explored her mouth some more. She could feel herself growing wetter by the second as he held her hands away from him with one hand and teased the nipple of one breast with the other hand. It was disappointing that there wasn't more room in the car, but the gear shift got in the way when she tried to get closer to him.
+Finally, he broke the kiss and said, ""Get out. I want you on the hood of the car. Now.""
+She didn't waste any time getting to the front of the car and watching over her shoulder as Dax pulled his clothes off and tossed them back into the car. As he walked around to her, she watched as he stared at her body in obvious lust. He had just reached her knees when they heard the first muffled scream. They both looked in the direction of the river when more screams and what could only be moans and grunts drifted up to them.
+Jenna was the first to giggle, and she covered her mouth when Dax turned around, smiling. ""Maybe we should give them some competition,"" he said before dipping his head to my thighs.
+She moaned as he kissed, licked, and bit his way from her knees to her hips and back again. He ignored the one place she most wanted his mouth to be, but the feel of his mouth on any part of her had her crying out at the small waves of pleasure it sent shivering through her body. The cries in the distance stilled for a few minutes before they started back with renewed vigor. When Dax ran a finger along the wet slit of her sex, Jenna answered with her own cries of ecstasy that echoed into the dark.
+A couple cars passed by them and over the bridge, but their headlights didn't even touch the top of the grass around them. Dax continued to use only his fingers on her, making her moan and cry out and sit up enough to see him in the moonlight. When she sat up, he hooked his other hand behind her head and kissed her as he finally plunged his fingers deep inside her. She screamed against his mouth as she felt herself stretch around his probing digits, and she arched her back and moved her hips against his hand.
+His hand in her hair tightened, and he pulled her head back enough to make her back arch more until her breasts were dimly lit by the light of the moon. With his fingers pumping in and out of her, bringing the occasional moan from her lips, he bent and sucked a nipple into his mouth in a quick movement that was out of rhythm with his slow fingers. The different sensations made her wrap her hands in his hair and hold him to her breast. His mouth sucked as much of her flesh as he could before he set his teeth in her just enough to make her cry out. She gushed over his hand in a small orgasm as she clenched over his fingers. His tongue flicked over her nipple as he slowly released it before turning his attention to her other breast. The pain of his bite mixed with the pleasure as his fingers left her to explore her folds.
+He released her hair and looked down at her as she lay back on the hood of the car. She watched with sex glazed eyes as he took the hand that was wet with her juices and began to touch himself. He started running his fingers over his stomach and down through the small patch of dark hair low on his belly. When she reached to try to touch herself, he shook his head and held her hand out of the way while his other hand traveled ever lower.
+He was tall enough that she only had to raise her head to watch him rub her juices over his hardness. Soon, he was gleaming in the dim light and standing up against his abs. They had apparently been quiet long enough that the other couple thought they were alone again, and the woman screamed her orgasm into the night and began to beg the man to come on her. The talk was hot, and soon they could hear the man crying out as well.
+Testing to see how far she could get while Dax handled himself, Jenna started to twist a nipple between her fingers. She arched against the hood of the car, spreading her legs even wider while he stared at her. Her other hand trailed over her stomach to her thighs, and when he didn't stop her she used two fingers to spread her lips away from her hooded button. Looking at him, she could see the precum glistening at the tip of him as he continued his slow strokes.
+She dipped one finger down into her depths and then spread the juices over herself, moaning as the touch brought a wave of pleasure to her center. Dax had stopped moving when she started touching herself more seriously, so she continued to give him a show. She spread her legs as far as she could and slid the first three fingers over her wetness and then back up to slap her clitoris, making herself moan loudly at the shock of pain and pleasure. She heard Dax moan as he watched, but she didn't look at him again. Jenna allowed herself to be lost in the sensations as she fingered her mound and twisted her nipples, arching against the car and lifting her hips from the cooling metal.
+When she thought she was about to bring herself to climax, she removed her fingers and brought them to her mouth, licking and sucking her juices from them while her body calmed. Dax was watching her, precum dripping from his erection now as she lay spread before him. She smiled and propped her head on her hands as she looked at him framed between her knees. He reached down to the bumper and pulled a foil wrapped package into view and then slowly rolled the condom over himself, making the act into as much of a show as his masturbation had been.
+He positioned himself between her thighs, using his hands to guide himself to her opening before looking her in the eyes as he pushed his way inside her. She cried out as he filled her and moved her hips against him. Propping herself up on her elbows she was able to watch as he fought for every tight inch. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed the hair at the back of her head, jerking her to him for a deep kiss as he plunged the rest of the way into her. The feeling of being very full had her moaning into his mouth and clinging to his shoulders as he pumped in and out of her.
+Letting go of her hair, he reached down and grabbed her ass in both hands and lifted her off the car. The angle was deeper and she felt as though he was probing deep into her stomach, and the feeling of it all had her breaking the kiss to throw her head back and scream his name to the sky. It wasn't long before he slid out of her, though, and set her back on her feet only to roughly turn her to face the car.
+""Lift your leg, baby,"" he said, and she put her foot on the bumper as he slid against her from behind. ""Higher. God, I want inside you again."" She lifted her leg to the hood of the car and he was able to shove into her from behind. The sudden sting of a slap across her ass had her crying out before he reached around to roughly twist her nipples. Without so much as missing a thrust, he hooked his arm under her knee and lifted her until she was holding her torso up off the car with her hands.
+Her knees rested on the bumper now as he continued to slam into her, bringing long and loud cries from both of them. She reached down and started to run her clitoris, moaning at the added sensation of her fingers and his wide length shoving deep inside her. Her muscles contracted and squeezed around him as she continued to manipulate her sensitive button. The orgasm was building inside her as she tightened and shuddered around him. Then he flexed his hips differently and sent the entire length of his rod over that spot deep inside her that sent her over the edge. Her hands grasped at the smooth metal of the hood as she came screaming, trying to get a grip on something that might help her hold herself together as she exploded into a shower of sparkles. Not long after flooding both of their thighs with her orgasm, Dax cried out behind her and thrust so far into her she could feel him against her cervix, sending her into another spasm.
+She lay twitching on the hood of the car when she became aware of a car stopped on the side of the road above them. The lights were off, but she was sure they were being watched. Dax slid out of her and leaned against the car next to her hip, caressing her ass cheeks and giving her the occasional slap that would make her moan. Slowly, she stood on shaky legs to press against his sweaty body. He held her in his arms and kissed her long and deep before moving his mouth down her neck to her shoulder and finally just holding her. ""Why didn't we do this earlier?""
+She couldn't speak to answer him right away and just sighed as she melded against him. Then they could hear a truck start up, its diesel engine rumbling loudly somewhere closer to the river before its lights turned on. They stumbled around to the car doors and Dax threw the car into reverse as Jenna watched a car drive off over the bridge.
+They both walked into her house a half hour later, laughing and groping each other on the way to the room he had been using downstairs. She fell asleep with him rubbing her back just as the sun was rising over the trees.
+* * * *
+Jenna woke with a start around noon as something from the night before hit her. She rushed out of the room and up the stairs, not even acknowledging Dax's call of good morning from the kitchen. Instead, she went straight to her computer and began to scroll through the off-shoot story she had begun writing the day before.
+""Oh, I see the priorities are back to normal today,"" Dax said as he came up the stairs. ""Ignore the naked man cooking in the kitchen and run to the man in the story.""
+""Read this,"" she said, ignoring the sarcastic jab and pointing to the story on the screen.
+He read through about two paragraphs before turning to her, ""Did you write out what we did last night? I'm not reading your journal or anything, am I?""
+""That's what I wrote yesterday,"" she crossed her arms under her breasts as he smiled.
+""Well, your fantasies sure did come true,"" he reached out and pulled her into his lap as he sat in the office chair. She could feel him hardening against her ass and herself growing damp.
+""I wrote that yesterday, when we were still not touching each other. I didn't write it as us, and unless you read it yesterday you couldn't have known about the sex scene. Not enough to reproduce it.""
+He kissed along the back of her shoulder and reached around to pull her arms away from her stomach, where they were still crossed. ""I think it's just a neat coincidence. Besides, it's not exactly the same. I didn't fuck you in the bar like the couple do in the story, and we didn't actually have an audience. Competition maybe,"" he continued. ""But not an audience.""
+""I think we did have an audience,"" she said as she leaned a little more against him. ""There was a car on the road that drove off when we got back in the Mustang.""
+""That car could have been driving through and you saw it when we were leaving."" His lips on her back made her sigh.
+""I saw it when we finished. It was turned off and dark and it drove off when we got in our car."" She wiggled against him slightly and he growled at her, nibbling along the side of her neck.
+""Well, I hope we gave them a good show,"" his hands moved across her breasts before sliding down to her hips. ""Let's see if we can't influence your story a little more.""
+She sighed and opened her legs to his questing hands. His fingers were deft as they slid across her slick flesh, and it wasn't long before she was moaning and rubbing her ass along the hard rod that was pressed firmly against her. He grabbed her hips and pushed her to stand as he rose.
+""I don't have any condoms up here,"" he said, almost sheepish as he led her back down the stairs and into the room they had slept in. From his jeans came his wallet and another foil wrapped packet. He slid the condom on with a practiced ease and then sat on the edge of the bed. ""Come here, Jenna,"" he motioned to the floor next to him and she stood where he pointed. He guided her down until she was laying across his thighs with his erection pressing into her side.  
+""That was very bad, ignoring me and going straight to your computer,"" he said as he rubbed his palm over her ass. He slapped her hard enough to make her cry out before rubbing where his hand had landed. She could feel her lower abdomen tightening as he ran his fingertips up her ass crack before going back to rubbing. ""I had planned on taking you on the kitchen counter, but you tossed that idea out the window."" she was more prepared for the smack this time, and she held back her moan, but barely. ""Oh, you like that, do you?"" He spanked each ass cheek in quick succession then, and she couldn't hold back her moans anymore.
+The rubbing and spanking continued until she was panting heavily and crying out with every slap. When he reached his hand down to push a single finger her, she almost lost it, ""Please, Dax!"" she begged him and arched her back to give him easier access to her depths.
+""Please, what, Jenna?"" He slid his finger out of her and traced her juices over her ass cheek.
+""Please, just fuck me. I can't take this. I want you in me!""
+He chuckled and let her slide to her knees beside him before he stood. Reaching down, he took her by her hair and used it to get her into the bed on her back. When she lay back watching him, he spread her knees apart and ran his hands down her thighs and then up to her hips, deliberately missing her mound which was swollen and ready for him. He stared at her for a minute and she could see his erection twitch and pulse. On his knees like this, she could see his balls hanging tight and ready near his body. They looked big enough to fill her hand to overflowing. She flexed her hips and spread her legs wider, watching as he admired her womanhood lain out before him.
+With a sigh, he bent and pressed his mouth to the top of her slit, flicking his tongue over her clitoris and making her moan. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he sucked her outer lips and only occasionally gave her the touch she craved. ""Jesus, Dax! You're going to drive me nuts doing that! Touch me, please, oh please.""
+She felt him sigh against her before his tongue whipped along her slit in fast repetition that had her pulling his hair in an attempt to hold him tighter to her body. He moaned against her, sending vibrations through and across her flesh that made her cry out. He held the backs of her thighs and spread her open with his thumbs while his tongue tasted her deep folds. Her juices were running down her crack and over her ass as he closed his lips over her sensitive button and began to suck gently and then with more pressure.
+He had to readjust his hold on her thighs when she thrashed around on the bed. Her hands left his hair to fist in the sheets as he brought her to the edge of climax in a matter of seconds. When she was almost there, crying out and raising her head off the bed to watch him eat her, he pulled his mouth from her and began kissing his way up her stomach. ""Mmmm, dammit, I was almost there.""
+""I know,"" his wicked grin above her as he rubbed the head of himself over her folds, making her shudder and thrust her hips in an attempt to catch him. ""I'll let you come, don't worry.""
+His head bent to her shoulder, where he set his teeth as he slid himself along her slickness with more power. Every time he came to her opening, he would press against it then pull away at the last moment. She wrapped her legs around his hips and moved against him, trying to get him to stop this torture and just enter her, when he rose up, laughing. ""Not yet, love,"" he whispered as he pulled himself away from her entirely and took one of her breasts in his hand.
+The squeezing pressure on her breast was almost painful until he took the nipple in his mouth. He didn't try to take as much as he could this time; instead he played with only the nipple and the areola. With his lips, he pinched and pulled her nipple until it was a hard pebble attached to her groin with a red hot wire, sending spasms through her lower abdomen every time he touched it. His teeth were gentle as he bit the tip of her breast and pulled it out as far as he could before she cried out under him. When she thought she wouldn't be able to take much more, he moved to the other breast and gave it the same treatment.
+Her nipples and breasts were so engorged when he finally pulled away from her body completely and straddled her hips. His balls were a hot weight against her pubic bone. She thrust her hips against him, reveling in his moan at the pressure on his nuts as she ground against him. He slapped playfully at her breasts until she stopped moving under him.
+""I want to show you what I found while you were asleep this morning,"" he said and reached up to a shelf that was installed over the headboard. This position put his erection against her cheek, and she took the opportunity to run her tongue over his balls and pinch as much of the tight skin as she could between her lips before taking as much of them into by mouth as she could. His hand knocked against the top of the shelf as he fumbled with the feel of her mouth on his sack. ""Damn, Jenna. Be careful or you'll make me lose it too early. I'm already on the edge just with you under me right now.""
+""If you didn't want me to use my mouth, you shouldn't have put them so close,"" she flicked her tongue along the area where his balls attached to his body just to make her point.
+""Touché,"" he managed to sigh. ""But I still want to fuck you, and too much more of that will make it a short session.""
+Jenna smiled up at him as he looked down at her, a few thin silk scarves in his hand. Without moving himself away from her busy mouth, he stretched to tie her wrist to the headboard, testing to make sure the bond wasn't too tight. He tied the other wrist in the same way before reaching to open the drawer in the night stand. Now his hot flesh did leave her face and he moved to open her legs and sit between her thighs. He had something else she couldn't quite see in his hands until he started to roll what looked like rubber rings over the condom.
+When he had put three rings around himself, he reached back to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube. She didn't think he'd need it, she was so turned on, but he went about rubbing some over himself and the rings. When he was done, he put the lube back and then positioned himself over her. He slid in her easily with all the help from the lubricant, but the rings were still an unexpected feeling as they slid along her walls.
+She gasped at the sensations the rings sent ripping through her body. Dax smiled as he bent to kiss her, gently exploring her mouth with his tongue as he took his time moving within her. The rings seemed to hit every right spot within her, and it wasn't long before she was screaming and arching against him, her legs squeezing tight around his waist in an attempt to get him to stop moving for just a second. The pleasure that rode her body continued to make her twitch around him, and he groaned into her shoulder as he struggled to keep the slow motion steady. She had grabbed the silk scarves in an attempt to pull herself away from him when her orgasm broke and overwhelmed her.
+Jenna was out of breath as he continued to use the same slow motion within her. His arms shook where they propped him above her and his groans had begun to grow louder the longer he went. When she could think again she knew that he was close. She wrapped her legs around his hips and began to gyrate her hips against him, keeping the slow rhythm going and reveling in the sounds he made as his own orgasm built. Her juices dripped down her ass cheeks as she felt the rings doing their work on her even as she was trying to bring Dax to his own climax.
+Almost painfully slow, his thrusts began to pick up speed and urgency. His breath grunted out of him as he tried to hold on and make it last. Jenna picked up the speed of her movements until finally, Dax crashed into her and she could hear his balls as well as feel them smack against her ass. The force of the thrusts made her throw her head back and yell for him. ""Oh fuck! Oh, Dax!""
+She bucked her body under him as he slammed deep inside her, his orgasm making him shudder and the rings move over spots she didn't even know she could feel. He crushed himself against her with so much force that she moved up the bed until she could feel the headboard against the top of her head, and she bore down on him as much as she could to milk his load from him. Even as his body quieted, he continued to move within her and make both of them shudder and moan.
+""God, Jenna,"" he said as he finally slid from her. He reached over and untied her wrists before nuzzling into her shoulder. His hand reached down to squeeze her thigh where it rested against his hip. They fell asleep like that.
+* * * *
+ _He felt the pull of the moon and knew he wouldn't be able to fight it again tonight. He had to change, and it was going to hurt because he had waited too long since the last time. His howls tore through the night as his body ripped itself apart and was pieced back together again._
+ _The fur on his body was thick and wiry, and he flexed his newly changed claws and muzzle. The scents in the air were much more defined in this form, and he caught the smell of fresh sex on the air. In this new form, it took very little time for him to reach the place by the river where the two couples had competed for the loudest. The air was still rank with the stink of diesel, but that wasn't the smell he was after._
+ _He moved to the spot nearer the road where the Mustang had been parked, picking up the slightly less offensive scent of gasoline and the tang of semen from the discarded condom. Following the scent of the car would be difficult when it crossed the more traveled asphalt, but he would at least know which direction it went._
+ _* * * *_
+ _The house was a modest two story tucked a mile away from the nearest road behind a thick bit of brush. Jesus, did the woman not want anyone to come snooping? She had led him on quite a hunt down the winding county roads. He had lost her twice and had to back track before he would pick up a trace of her scent. It had been getting more frequent until he had found the house and the land that was saturated in it._
+ _When he found the house, he went back into the brush to change back to his human form. With the sun only minutes from rising, he would have to find a place to sleep that wouldn't get him a nasty sunburn. Digging a shallow hole, he curled up and pulled the cloak of sleep around him like an old friend. After a change and a chase that long, he'd be lucky to wake before nightfall._
+ _* * * *_
+ _The Mustang was parked next to a truck in front of the house when he woke. He didn't remember seeing it the night before, but he had been exhausted when he finally found the house. Jarrod had hunted and eaten, and then settled in for a long wait. The sounds of the woman being brought to pleasure by the man brought his hackles up. He knew in his gut that she was supposed to be his and the thought of her rutting with that human male was all but unbearable. A werewolf always knew when he had seen his destined mate, whether she was human or otherwise._
+ _When the sounds of their lovemaking ceased and he was sure the two were asleep in the house, Jarrod stole across the lawn up to the nearest window. It opened into the kitchen, and he moved on. Past the living room, a bathroom, and a back mudroom he finally came to the bedroom to see the man sleeping alone. The bottom floor had been empty other than this man, so the woman must be upstairs._
+ _He couldn't risk entering the house, so he backed away and looked for a way to see in to the second floor. There was a small porch roof over the mudroom that had a couple windows in easy reach, and he made short work of jumping to the shingled roof. The first window opened onto a bedroom that was obviously the woman's, but it was empty. He hit pay dirt when he looked into the second window and saw the woman sitting in front of a computer busily typing away._
+ _The leap down from the roof was nothing for his powerful hind legs and he made it with ease. Glancing back up at the window one last time, he walked back out into the woods to wait for his opportunity._
+ _* * * *_
+ _The day was nice when the girl went for a walk. She had the goofy smile that only a relationship in its early stages could produce. Her dress floated around her knees, allowing the breeze to reach her bare nether lips. The man was still asleep, but she felt too alive to stay still long enough to anything like sleep. It had been a long time since she'd felt this alive, since Ty had left her hurting and alone._
+ _Anne walked down a well-worn path to the creek that ran behind her house. It was late enough now that the water would be warm on her skin. She regularly bathed in the creek in the summer months, and that was probably part of what had half the small town a few miles away calling her a witch and whispering behind her back. Tyler had once defended her, but in the end he had just been like everyone else._
+ _It had been on the banks of this creek, where she lay naked in the sun to dry her skin, that she had imagined a man like Logan. He was kind, funny, and gentle -- but only when he wanted to be. She had learned in the last few nights that gentle was neither the only way nor the most fun. It had been nice to have a man help her discover so much about her needs, and not force her into doing anything she didn't want to._
+ _With thoughts of Logan racing through her head, Anne stripped out of the dress and sat on one of the large stones on the side of the creek. The sun warmed her skin, and soon her thoughts turned to fantasies about what he might do to her next. Her hand slipped between her legs where she found she was ready for him already. Tentatively, she slid her fingers over herself. A moan rose from her lips as her fingers slipped over her clitoris and down into her folds to her opening. Her hips moved against her hand as she brought herself closer and closer to climax, only to find that she missed the thrusting of a man filling her._
+ _She continued to pleasure herself, letting her moans serenade the silent woods around her, until she heard the huffing of an animal between her and the creek. Her hand left her mound as she sat up to stare into the face of a monster so hideous she couldn't help but scream._
+ _Its muzzle was filled with sharp teeth and covered in a thick, wiry fur that almost buried its eyes from sight. The creature stood on its hind legs like a man, and it was obviously male. She watched in fear as it approached her on her rock, sniffing the air as if he could smell her waning arousal. The monster got so close that she could feel his breath on her inner thigh, and she let out a little squeal as fear paralyzed her._
+ _The muzzle opened and the creatures tongue whipped out and, before she could move out of the way, raked over her sex roughly. When she screamed, the animal threw its head back and howled, displaying its now very large, very erect equipment. She finally broke out of her surprised stupor and scooted backward off the rock. Gaining her feet, she ran toward the woods hardly believing what had just happened. The crashing behind her was real, though, and the creature caught her before she could get more than a few yards away._
+ _He dragged her back to the rock she had been sprawled on and pushed her down on her back. His clawed hands held her down while he lowered his muzzle back to the apex of her thighs. When she clenched her thighs together, he growled and used one hand to pry them apart so he could lick her again. She cried as the large wolf-like monster continued to lap at her mound, and shuddered even as her body began to respond to the stimulus. If she truly was a witch like the people in town accused her of being, she should have been able to cast a spell to kill the monster. But she was just a girl who preferred her own company to that of others, and she could not defend against the monster._
+ _The rough tongue lapped over her clitoris, making her moan. It took that as encouragement and sent its tongue deep into her. As much as she feared the creature, the feel of that tongue twisting deep inside her had her moving her hips against the muzzle. She moaned when the tongue pulled back out of her, but when she opened her eyes it was a monster between her legs and not Logan._
+ _Anne looked down the monsters body to the massive erection that jumped every time it sniffed her body. It was already leaking the creature's fluid in thick drops that slid down the shaft. She snapped her thighs shut and cringed away from the seeking muzzle, only to scream again when the wolf-man growled at her. This time, when he forced her legs open, his claws pierced her skin._
+ _* * * *_
+Jenna stretched away from the computer and let out a little yip of surprise when hands grabbed her shoulders. Dax laughed at her as he gave her a massage and her head sank to the desk with a moan.
+""How's it coming?"" he asked as her tension leaked out onto the floor.
+""It's dark,"" she replied. ""Darker than my writing normally is, at least.""
+""Well, you don't usually have characters that are werewolves, and most of your shifters don't stay in their shifted forms for this long,"" his hands moved up into her hair and she sighed as his fingers began to rub her scalp. ""It makes sense that it would be a darker story.""
+She groaned when his fingers left her hair, and she sat back up in the chair. ""How much have you been reading?""
+""I've read the whole thing,"" he said with a sly grin on his face. ""When you finally take a break to get some rest, or remember that I'm here and want to cuddle, I let you sleep and come up here and read. This one's going much better than the last one, and you've already passed the fifty thousand mark in just under two weeks.""
+""I still don't feel right about it,"" she turned in the chair to face him.
+""You also haven't left the house since we went to that bar. Nothing else has happened that even remotely resembles what's going on in your story."" He pulled her to her feet and into his arms, laying a light kiss on her lips before steering her toward the stairs. ""Let's go out on the porch so you can at least get out of the house for a while.""
+""You're laughing at me.""
+""Yes, I am.""
+""You're an asshole, you know that?""
+""I know.""
+He led her out onto the porch and sat behind her on the swing, his legs on either side of her. They rocked for a while, listening to the distant howls of the coyotes that infested the area.
+* * * *
+ _Anne stopped struggling as the blood loss weakened her. The monster didn't seem to care whether she moved or not, and clambered up on the rock to loom over her. With a low growl, he pushed between her legs. Tears leaked from her eyes as she felt herself tear to accommodate him, and she wondered if Logan would never wake up to find her gone. It pumped between her legs a handful of times before reaching its release, just like an animal rutting. Just before she blacked out, Anne realized this actually would have made a good horror story._
+ _* * * *_
+ _Jarrod leaned back against a tree and watched the house. The distant howls of another male like himself had him growling every so often, but the other male would not find him. He had recognized the rutting howls and rumbles of another werewolf and knew he wasn't alone in the area. When he heard the screams his ears had perked up, but that just meant the other wolf had taken a woman in his shifted form. They were not mates. This one would be his mate, and he would be able to hold his human form when he took her._  
+ _He straightened when the man led his woman out onto the porch of the house. The growl that escaped him was pure rage as he watched the man hold her. They didn't react to the howls in the distance, but even he had to admit they had gotten farther away now._
+ _The day wore on as he sat and watched as the couple on the porch got even more comfortable, and he couldn't help his growls as he watched them have sex on the swing. He felt himself grow hard as he watched the woman who would be his mate ride the human male, but he had to satisfy himself with his hand and waste his seed on the ground while the human got the benefit of touching her. Further proof of his gut instinct being right about her was that he stayed in his human form when he came, something that only happened when he thought of her as he touched himself._
+ _Just before nightfall the two lovers went back inside and the dim light of the downstairs bedroom shone from the other side of the house. He knew that if he went around to the window he would see them together again, but he saved himself the unnecessary rage and went for a run through the woods._
+ _It wasn't long before he found the source of the howls and screams from earlier. A woman lay ravaged and very much dead on a rock beside a creek. The smell of her blood almost made him ignore the sounds of humans trampling through the woods around him. There was a flash of light and a bunch of yelling before he could get back to the woods where he sat and watched the humans try to discern what had happened to the girl. He knew what had happened, but it wouldn't happen to his woman._
+ _* * * *_
+""The police have said that the woman was dead at the scene, and there was evidence of sexual abuse that occurred before death. Back to you, Steve.""
+Jenna reached out with a shaking hand to turn the TV off. She wouldn't have even been watching it if she hadn't seen the news banner on her browser. The rumble of Dax's Mustang jarred her back into the real world and she walked to open the door for him as he carried in the groceries.
+He hadn't made it two steps past the door when he saw the look on her face, ""What happened?""
+""The girl that died,"" her voice sounded distant and muffled. ""I just wrote a death scene last night. The way they describe it on the news sounds a lot like what I wrote.""
+He set the bags on the floor and guided her back to the couch. Her hands were shaking as she pulled her hair out of her face before wrapping them around her stomach to try to hide it from him. He saw it, ""Shit. Jenna, your story is not coming true. Werewolves do not exist. A girl was found dead in the woods and your mind is making connections that aren't there.""
+""They said she died of blood loss from wounds on her inner thighs,"" her breath was coming in gasps. ""The news program said she was sexually assaulted before she died. That's exactly what happened in the death scene I wrote last night. She was found on a rock by a creek.""
+""Breathe, Jenna, or you're going to make yourself pass out,"" he took a couple slow, deep breaths and motioned for her to copy him. ""Your story is not coming true. There isn't someone stalking the house. That young woman was killed by some sick psycho. Werewolves do not exist.""
+She nodded and tried to calm her breathing, but the images that she had seen racing through her mind the night before came flooding back with the commentary from the news playing in the background. She couldn't shake the feeling that what she was writing was coming true in the world around her. Dax stayed with her on the couch until she was breathing easier, then he got up to put the groceries away. When he finished, he helped her get into bed and lay down with her to make sure she would fall asleep just fine.
+Once Jenna had been asleep for an hour or so, Dax got up to check the news reports and read the part of the story that had scared her so badly. After he had read all he could find on the woman that had been found dead, even he couldn't help but see the similarities between the story Jenna had written and the horrible scene that had been uncovered not three miles from her home.
+* * * *
+ _The man had left the house for two hours, and Jarrod had missed his opportunity. He had been seen when he had gone to see what the other one had done to his prey, and he had spent hours trying to lose the trackers. In the meantime, the human male had apparently found time to go shopping. When he had returned, something had happened that made him enter the house and leave the groceries near the door. Jarrod could only think that the news of the dead woman had spread and spooked his mate._
+ _He no longer thought of Jenna as the woman, or the human female, she was now just his mate. It was her destiny, and his. But he had missed what would probably be his only opportunity to reach her for another week, and he was kicking himself for it. The changes were coming more frequently and that meant he was getting ready to mate. His body would only be able to hold off the change if he was with his true mate and not just any female. If he didn't mate before the new moon, he would go into a rage like the other one had._
+ _Being seen in broad daylight was a risk he would just have to take to see her, and he ran across the field behind the house to the window of the downstairs bedroom. He saw her lying on the bed, but the man was not with her. Still, he couldn't risk going in to get her if the other male was nearby. He would just have to stay in his hiding spot until the moment came to make his move, and try not to give in to his own curiosity when the other one got carried away._
+ _* * * *_
+""I feel as though I'm being watched, Dax,"" she said as she paced the loft. ""They gave me the extension, so maybe I should just start another story and try to get this one out of my head. It's ugly. You've read what I've written so far, but you don't know how ugly it is because you can't see it.""
+Dax had given up trying to argue with her. Telling her that he knew she wouldn't be able to leave it unfinished hadn't gotten through to her, so he settled on just trying to comfort her. ""You have to tell me how ugly it is, Jenna. I can read the story all I want, but if you don't tell me what's in that beautiful mind of yours I can't know why this has you so freaked out.""
+""What did you tell me yesterday?"" She asked, turning to look at him. ""After I freaked out about the news broadcast, you said something and you were so convinced that it was right. It even almost convinced me, or at least enough for me to get some sleep. What was it that you said?""
+""I told you that it wasn't real. Werewolves don't exist and the girl that died was killed by some psycho,"" he took her hands in his before he realized how much she was shaking. ""Jesus, Jenna, you have to talk to me.""
+""This story isn't about werewolves. The girl that died in the story was on some strong hallucinogenic drugs when she died, which made her killed look like a monster to her. She saw a wolf-man when it was really just a man. The man that is stalking the house is just a man. I didn't take Jarrod-the- secondary-character and turn him into Jarrod-the-werewolf. He wasn't developed enough in the other story for you to see his flaws, but they're there. He's some psycho killer, and now he's stalking this house thinking the woman inside is his mate. He simply _believes_ that he changes into a werewolf and that the moon affects him, but it's not what's really happening. I'm writing a psycho killer who has a partner that went off on his own to rape and kills some poor girl who got high at the wrong time.""
+Her movements were almost frantic now and he had to pull her into his arms before she accidentally hit him.
+She continued, ""And somehow, all of this is coming true in the real world. It may not be happening word for word like it is in the story, but it is happening. They're going to find out that the girl died from massive hemorrhaging caused by knife wounds to her very upper thighs. The sexual assault was so brutal that she lost blood from tearing causing her to die faster than if she had just bled out through her femoral artery. They're also going to find three different sets of footprints at the scene -- hers, and two different male prints. And I can't tell them any of this without getting locked up as either a suspect or a nutcase with a really vivid imagination.""
+She laid her head against his shoulder in an attempt to calm the shaking that had spread to her entire body. He wrapped his arms around her and ran his hands through her hair as he tried to calm her nerves as well. ""It's not real, Jenna. I know you think it is, but it's not real.""
+""I wrote him coming up to my window yesterday afternoon after you got home,"" she said into his shirt. ""I set up a camera to catch him, and there's a face in the window about fifteen minutes after you came up here to read the news articles.""
+""What?"" He looked down at her as she backed away and sat at the computer. She brought up a picture file that was clearly a shot of the bedroom, and he watched as stills showed him getting into bed with Jenna and then getting up again. There were several shots of her sleeping in various positions, indicating that she had been restless, and then she stopped on a shot of a figure looking in at her through the window. It was blurry, but the features of a man with a scraggly beard could be made out. ""You put a game camera up in the room?""
+""I put a game camera up in the room and then wrote him coming to the window when you weren't there.""
+* * * *
+She stretched away from the computer as she always did after a long session with the keyboard. Dax had come up a couple hours before to check on her, or maybe it had been more than a couple hours. He should be in bed right now, which would be just what she needed. She went to her closet and took off her clothes, putting them in the hamper before heading back downstairs to the room she had begun sharing with Dax.
+His hand slid over her hip and he roused when it registered that she was naked. She smiled when he slid over to kiss her shoulder and pull her against him, but that wasn't what she wanted. Her hands moved to his chest and she pushed him onto his back as she leaned down to kiss him. He was awake then and his hands fumbled as sleep impaired his movements, but he managed to lift her over him enough to get ready for when she drove her hips down on him. He grunted as she slid over him and began to move.
+She gyrated her hips, moaning as she took him deep inside her with rough movements of her hips and lower back. His hands slid up to her breasts, squeezing harder and harder as he came closer to the edge beneath her. Just as he began to moan, she leaned down to kiss him and run her hands through his hair while he grabbed her ass and held her still above him. With his hands on her ass he began to drill into her, crying out as he slammed deep into her one last time as he came.
+With his cries still dying in the still night, Jenna reached under her pillow for the nine millimeter pistol she had stashed there just before mounting Dax. His eyes flew open when the safety released and she pressed the cold metal to the side of his head.
+""How?""
+""You were the only one that could have told him what I was writing,"" she said. ""You were a good lay, whoever you are, but rest assured I will find out what you did with my friend Dax.""
+The man laughed as she slid off of him, careful to keep the gun pressed against his skull. ""You think you have it all figured out, little girl? He will have you.""
+""No, he won't,"" the gun was loud in the tiny room, but she still heard the report of another weapon being fired somewhere behind the house. She left the man to cool on the bed as she walked out of the room to sit on the couch and turn on the news, where the cover of her newest book greeted her with the report that it was a best seller, and hopefully a prelude to a long horror series."
+94,"FAWC 1: Curse of ""The Bitch""",Saxon_Hart,Chain Stories,2013-06-05,2013-06-05,2022-01-08 03:49:02,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/fawc-1-curse-of-the-bitch,A writer of online erotic stories has one come true.,"['Author', 'Bitch', 'Curse', 'Massage', 'Online', 'Revenge', ""Sheriff'S Wife"", 'Sherrif']",4.46,"_(Moderator's Note: This story is a submission to the first Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on June 22nd, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each of the stories in this challenge are centered around the common theme of the main character being an author who then experiences the erotic and/or unusual events he or she writes about. There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.)_
+ _(Author's note. The circumstances surround the main character's entry into the erotic writing world are autobiographical.)_
+ _* * * *_
+I am scrunching my body as far back into the crevice as humanly possible. The cold concrete helps me to feel every bump and bruise on my aching body. I know if I can survive until first light I should be able to make it out of town alive. I also know if they manage to catch me under this bridge, I'm fucked. My shoulder stings from a near miss earlier this evening. I say near miss, because I am sure the asshole was aiming for my head.
+I haven't really slept in the past 48 hours, and I don't plan on closing my eyes until my ass is firmly planted on a Greyhound bus bound for anywhere but here. I can relax for a few minutes now because I think I have given my pursuit the slip. It's amazing what you can put your body through when you have a group of armed angry men seeking to make you a statistic.
+The near pitch black darkness makes it impossible to read my watch, but when I last looked it was three thirty in the morning, so I think it's closer to five now. The first bus leaves town at six thirty, which should be about twenty minutes after first light.
+My plan is to hole up under this bridge until first light and then make my way to the bus station. There will be enough people around there that I can get on the bus and disappear forever. I'll miss this town but I'll be alive. I guess while I have a minute I can explain how I came to be in this predicament. My name is Chris Frost. I am a 25 year old factory worker **/** musician who just happens to write erotic stories on the side. I also have been cursed by a gypsy.
+I drive a '67 Cadillac Eldorado that has been dubbed by my friends as the turquoise pimp mobile. One of them even bought me a pimp hat and cane shortly after I bought it. They said I had to buy my own fur coat.
+I got into the whole writing thing quite by chance. One day as I tried to stave off boredom at my day job, I discovered I could surf the internet on my phone. This discovery of course led to me surfing porn sites. On one of the sites I found a list of links to other porn sites. I was going link by link checking out each site's offerings.
+Some sites had links that only seemed to lead you to other sites. Some sites would let you see a few pictures and then ask for a credit card. None were truly free and they all offered pretty much the same faire.
+I clicked one link and was led not to a true porn site, but to a site full of erotic stories. At first I was disappointed, I wanted to see tits. Out of curiosity, I clicked a category and started reading. By the time my shift was over I had read fourteen stories and was in the middle of number fifteen.
+For the first time since I joined the workforce I hated to see the end of my shift. I drove home as quickly as I could and finished reading the story at my PC. As I read story after story I realized a few things.
+The first was that for armature writers, I got about the mix I expected. I got writers that could write a damn fine story, and I got writers that seemed they were probably giggling like ten age boys as they wrote about boobs and pussies. And of course there were some who seemed to be lucky to string three or more words together to make a comprehendible sentence.
+Second, I realized that I had a few ideas of my own and I could probably do a decent job of getting my story out there. I had done well in English all through school and I have a better than average vocabulary. So I decided I would write a story and submit it to the site.
+The third thing I realized was that it was two in the morning and I had been sitting at my computer since four in the afternoon. I hadn't eaten or gone to the bathroom. Worst of all I had to get up at 5:30.
+As I worked the next day I let scenarios play in my head. Every once in a while I'd laugh or say ""That's good"" as ideas played out. I know a few of my co-workers had to think I was losing it. I spent every break and my lunch period reading on my phone.
+When I got home that evening I opened Word and started typing. Previously I had only used the PowerPoint viewer to look at porn. By 10:00 I had six full pages written and three more pages of notes and research. By the end of the weekend I had my first story done and was ready to submit it.
+I opened an account on the site and made up a pen name. I decided to call myself DirtyCharlz, because Longcock69er and BigDikFukr were already taken. The ""Dirty"" was because I wrote dirty stories, and ""Charlz"" was for my first dog Charlie.
+Four days later I had my story back from an editor named SlutnBoyShortz and I submitted it. I checked every day and finally a week later it was posted. As I waited for the comments of ""You're awesome"" to roll in I read the other new stuff that day.
+By early evening I had two comments on my story. One said ""Thnsk for shring"" and the other just said ""Really?"" At that point I decided that maybe I couldn't write and told myself I was all the better for trying.
+The next night I checked the e-mail I had used to set up my account and found three encouraging notes from readers. One even offered to edit my next story, because she wasn't happy with the job Slut had done.
+So with renewed enthusiasm I started writing my next story. I decided to write an incest story because they seemed to get the most readers and from what I read the most positive comments.
+So over the next year and a half, I wrote a multiple chapter incest tale. It started with the fumblings of a brother and sister's first sexual relations, and progressed through the ages. They lived as man and wife and raised a family.
+As the tale went on I realized that I would have to end it at some point just to avoid the story becoming mundane. So with three chapters left, I had the sister die of cancer, but to keep the eroticism going I had the oldest daughter jump into bed with her father. In the next to last chapter he fathered his own grandchild.
+For the last chapter I had run out of ideas. I had him wish to die by being fucked to death, and all of his daughters and cousins joined in to give him his final wish. A lot of the readers were upset that I had finished the series.
+After I had submitted the last chapter, I started trying to decide what I wanted to write next. That decision was made easy by three e-mails I had received. The first one offered to send me video of the poster and his young sister performing my favorite sex acts. ""She'll do anything you want to.""
+The next was pretty similar. A guy wanted me to write a story about him raping his sisters, aged 16, 14, and 9. Needless to say I deleted it after I forwarded it to the FBI. Even that wasn't the most disturbing e-mail.
+A woman sent me the worst one. It was a three page rant about sexism and my objectifying women and promoting incest. She said I needed to think long and hard about the victims. Her final line was "" _You will soon find sympathy for your victims, sinner!""_ I said ""Bitch!"" out loud as I deleted that one, and swore I was out of the erotica game for good. After that e-mail I would know her as ""The Bitch.""
+So I had decided once again that I wasn't going to write anymore. My creativity had run its course and I had egged on some pretty sick people. I was feeling good about leaving the scene when I got an e-mail from a fifty year old guy in California named Jimmy. He told me that he was disabled and all he was really able to do was read stories and play on the internet. He said that while he was physically unable to have sex, he had a vivid imagination and erotica had replaced the real thing for him.
+He told me that he saw a real talent in my writing and that if I changed my subject matter, I could be one of the best out there. He closed by saying that people like me gave him a reason to go on living. Right there and then I decided to write again.
+For three weeks I thought about new stories. I had spent so much time working on the one incest tale that I had trouble coming up with a different set of characters. Finally I came up with the idea of a guy who just goes around getting laid. I figured he'd be like the King Midas of pussy. He walks into a room and automatically any woman in that room wants to fuck him. It could be like a supernatural power. Thus Jimmy DeBone was born.
+In the first chapter, Jimmy goes to a massage parlor. I know _; every guy that goes to a massage parlor gets laid._ I call bullshit, because I have gone to massage parlors many times and have never been offered a happy ending. Of course Helga, the main woman I like to be rubbed down by, looks like she'd be more at home in a biker bar pool tournament. She's nice as hell, but damn she is a scary butch chick.
+So I had Jimmy go to a massage parlor. His masseuse is Kiko, a small dainty Japanese girl with magic fingers and a snapping pussy. Three hours after Jimmy goes in, he stumbles out well fucked and tired. I had three specific adventures planned for Jimmy.
+After the massage parlor, I had Jimmy get molested at the grocery store. An under-appreciated housewife dragged him into the stock room and fucked him silly. When the manager caught them, she simply told him she was looking for fresh meat and had found it in abundance.
+The third adventure had Jimmy make a delivery to a house while the woman there was hosting a bridge club. While there he became the central entertainment for eight horny cougars. After I had all three chapters written and edited I submitted them along with a request that they be posted a week apart.
+The first chapter came out three weeks ago. It was pretty well accepted by the new crowd. I got a few hateful notes about a guy going around just fucking random women, but hey; you can't please them all.
+Two weeks ago the second chapter posted. It had a pretty good reception as well. Fewer hateful notes and a lot more kudos made me realize I liked writing again. Everything was just fine. Four days ago the third chapter posted. I spent the day reading comments. Most were good; a few didn't like the direction I took Jimmy in. I was making an outline for the next few Jimmy chapters when all hell broke loose and my world changed for the worse.
+Off to the south I see a flash of light. My first fear is that my pursuers have me caught in a pincer move and are approaching from the river trail. If they were I'd be driven back into the teeth of the main group and my hopes of escaping alive would be dashed.
+The sound of the train horn gives me hope. The light I saw was not flashlights; it was the headlamps of the train. I decide that I can cover the half mile to the tracks before the train can reach the trestle and jump on before it gets back to full speed.
+My original plan was to board the bus at 6:30, but I figure jumping on the 5:15 train would be cheaper and get me out of town faster and I'd have a lower chance of being discovered. So I extricate myself from my hidey hole and begin jogging down the trail toward the tracks.
+As I am moving along the trail, my mind goes over the events of the past couple weeks. When the first chapter of Jimmy's story was posted it got decent reviews. I got a few e-mails with good things to say about my writing. On the day before the second chapter posted, I got an e-mail from ""The Bitch"" that only had one sentence; "" _Remember sinner, you reap what you sow_.""
+""Crazy bitch,"" I said as I deleted the message. I was glad that I couldn't be tracked down through the e-mail address I set up for DityCharlz. I figured she was likely a member of one of the crazy churches I always see in the news.
+The second chapter posted and this time I got more good comments, including a few that proclaimed me to be their new favorite author. This time there was no e-mail from the crazy lady. By the time the third chapter posted I had forgotten about the crazy bitch.
+For my 25th birthday, my sister sent me a gift certificate for a massage at my favorite salon. I booked the appointment and began to look forward to having Helga beat the shit out of me.
+When I arrived at the salon I was disappointed to find out that Helga had gotten married and was on her honeymoon. ""But we have three other well suited massage therapists who will be more than happy to accommodate you,"" the greeter, Sheila told me.
+She led me to a room and handed me a pair of shorts and a robe. ""You know the drill?"" she asked. I nodded and she left me alone with my thoughts and tiny wardrobe.
+I stripped and donned the tiny shorts and the robe. Sheila returned and led me to the steam room. After I was good and steamed, she led me to the therapy room. I hung my robe on the rack, removed the shorts, grabbed a towel and assumed the position on the table.
+I was kind of dozing when my masseuse entered the room. I opened my eyes to see a dainty pair of feet. "" _Oh great_ ,"" I thought. "" _I'm about to be rubbed down by some small kewpie doll who won't be able to work any knots out_."" I was profoundly disappointed. "" _Oh well, it isn't costing me anything_.""
+""How are we doing today Mr. Frost,"" she asked.
+""Please, call me Chris. I'm doing well. And you?""
+""I'm just fine. My name is Noriko. I will give your massage today.""
+I was immediately surprised by the power of her small hands. Helga had never hurt me so good. In no time I was a drooling puddle of goo being manipulated like putty in Noriko's capable hands. She had me relaxed to the point that sleep was almost inevitable.
+I was so relaxed I actually believed I was dreaming when a small hand snaked its way between my thighs and grabbed ahold of my cock. ""Relax Chris,"" she said as she started slowly stroking the length of it. ""Oh so nice,"" she purred. I groaned as she worked my shaft, the hot oil she'd been using on my back only added to the experience. I was so convinced that it was a dream that I didn't object when her other hand began playing in my ass crack.
+""Oh, you like,"" she said. It wasn't really a question. Her finger began playing around the muscle of my asshole. It didn't dawn on me how absurd the situation was. I had to be dreaming, because normally Helga would be working my back muscles almost to the point of causing pain. Helga had never so much as moved the towel that covered my ass, and now some dainty girl named Noriko was not only fondling my junk, but her finger was threatening to penetrate my......
+""Whoa shit!"" I hollered as her finger entered my ass. I spun around and was face to face with the most exquisite face I had ever seen. She kissed me fully on the mouth.
+""Shh. You relax Chris. Just let me drive and you won't regret anything.""
+With that statement she began stroking my cock in earnest. She pumped me faster and faster. I could feel my orgasm building. ""Slow down or I'm gonna cum.""
+She just smiled and kept stroking. She seemed to know when I was ready to erupt, because at that precise moment, she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. At the instant I felt the first shot leave my balls, she stuck her finger up my ass again and I was in no position to protest.
+I had never cum so hard in all of my life. Noriko kept stroking my cock and swirling her finger in my ass. I think I passed out, but I am not sure.
+One moment I was having the orgasm to beat all orgasms, and the next, Noriko was naked and climbing up to straddle my still rock hard cock. I'm not the biggest guy around; I'm not porn star material anyway. But I was amazed watching the perfect porcelain skinned beauty sinking down on to my erection. It looked as if I had no business fitting inside the girl. It didn't feel like I would fit.
+I had never had a girl as tight as her. When she had sunk all the way to the hilt, she threw her head back and moaned at the ceiling. When she started moving her hips I was in heaven. She had muscular control like I had never heard of. I could literally feel her vaginal walls rippling as she rode me.
+She started pumping her hips at a feverish pace. Between her gyrations and her inner muscle flexing I soon felt another orgasm building. She seemed to sense this and brought her head down close to mine. Our tongues intertwined as we kissed and she moaned into my mouth.
+Just before I went over the edge she raised her head and we locked eyes. I felt as if my soul was being pulled into those deep brown pools. Neither of us blinked as we hit our climax together. I don't remember leaving the salon that evening, but I remember every detail of Noriko.
+My cock is starting to strain at my jeans as I recall Noriko and her amazing pussy. I chastise myself for getting distracted. But thinking back, I have never been able to perform the way I did with Noriko. Usually I can fuck for about twenty minutes before I cum, and can get hard once more after several minutes of recovery time.
+Noriko had managed to keep me hard for over two hours and made me cum five times. And with the exception of my first orgasm in her mouth, we came simultaneously every time. Now I hear the train's horn blowing at the Miller Road crossing. In less than ten minutes it will reach the trestle.
+I am just about four hundred yards from the trestle. I know this because I can see the last trees that line the river trail. A warning voice in my head tells me to stop before I break into the clear. Part of me though feels that my pursuers are looking for me in the barns and cellars of the farms to the west of town.
+I abandoned my car in the woods near there just hours ago and stole a bike from a porch to make my way into town a lot speedier. I abandoned the bike as soon as I hit town and made my way alley by alley to the bridge I had just left. I'm sure they won't find the bike, because I stashed it in a motel dumpster.
+I reach the end of the woods and I stop and get as near to a large elm tree as I can. I'm confident that anyone watching from the clearing won't be able to make me out in the shadows. Just as I am about to make my move toward the track I see movement ahead and to my right, or at least I think I see movement.
+For countless moments I stare into the darkness along the tracks. I feel as if I am pushing my eyeballs out in an effort to peer into the shadows ahead. I am almost convinced that I saw nothing when I see definite movement. A large shadow near the trestle moved.
+As I hear the train's horn at the Jammer Street crossing I realize that my pursuit is actually thinking a step ahead of me now. I resign myself to hiding under the bridge and start creeping quietly back up the trail. I mentally kick myself all the way back up the trail for leaving my safe bridge spot and trying to rush the train.
+If it hadn't been for that little voice of reason in my head I'd have walked right into the waiting hunters. Fate seems to be with me though. It was perfect timing that one of them got ants in his pants at the right moment. I wonder where that voice of reason had been when I was fucking Elise Meyer.
+Elise Meyer is married to Sherriff Dale Meyer. At 44 you can still see the gorgeous woman she was at 20. Her body has never been ravaged by childbirth and she works out at least five days a week. Any guy who has seen her swimming at the gym or tanning at the city pool can attest to her perfect body. She also has a face that needs little or no make-up to be stunning, and only shows enough of her true age to be downright heart stopping.  
+Unfortunately Elise lacks the basic ability to keep her nose out of others' business and she's overly opinionated and uppity. If she thinks you are not up to snuff, she has no qualms about letting you, and everyone else she talks to know about it.
+I have made it a point in my daily dealings to keep away from people like Elise. She and others like her contribute more to the misery of others than they know. So when I came upon Elise Meyer sitting in her husband's broken down Ford pickup two nights ago I knew I was fucked.
+If I stopped to help out I'd have to deal with her nosy ass. If I blew on by it would be all over town what an un-chivalrous douchebag I am. So opting for the lesser of two evils I stopped.
+""Oh hi Christopher!"" she said as I approached her vehicle. My mother never even called me Christopher. Chris is actually short for Christian; which was my grandmother's dying wish for my mom to name me that even though the woman is still alive.
+""Hi Mrs. Meyer,"" she reportedly hates being called that. ""What seems to be the problem?""
+""Well I just don't know. I was tooling along and all of the sudden the engine died and I coasted off of the road. Four people drove right on past. Can you imagine that?""
+""No ma'am, I can't,"" I lied. I opened the hood on the truck and looked around. I'm no Mr. Goodwrench, but I do know my way around an engine. I couldn't see anything immediately wrong and told her so.
+""Darn. Well Christopher, if you'll be kind enough to give me a ride to my house, I can call Dale and he can have it towed. I can't wait for my Buick to be fixed.""
+I cringed at the thought of being stuck in an automobile for the two mile drive to her house. I looked in vain for some visual cause to her problem. Once again finding nothing, I resigned my fate and closed the hood.
+We made some small talk as I drove her home. I asked her about library fund raisers and she went into a big spiel about needing more public participation. I felt like _I_ was at a fundraiser, but at least she wasn't asking me personal questions or telling me about which people were fucking each other around town.
+I was constantly catching myself taking sidelong glances at her. I was enrapt with the way her tits moved under the chambray shirt she wore, and the way the blue jeans showed off the shapeliness of her thighs.
+When we reached her driveway I pulled in and put my car in park. I turned to look at her as she continued to talk. I imagined her lips and tongue working on my cock while I played with those firm tits. I hoped my sunglasses were hiding where my eyes kept going, but I figured she was too into her speech to care much that I was inspecting the goods.
+Suddenly she stopped speaking and kissed me full on the mouth. Her tongue probed and I found myself kissing her back. She broke the kiss and said ""That's for looking at me like a man should look at a woman. Dale doesn't see me that way anymore and most people around town only see what I do, not what I am.""
+I didn't know what to say. For a moment I contemplated playing dumb, but she'd obviously been paying better attention to what I was doing than I thought. The whole thing was surreal. Every guy I know has dreamed of fucking Elise Meyer, but none of them would ever actually do it.
+""I've always thought you were a good looking woman Mrs. Meyer,"" I said.
+""Christopher, damn it! Call me Elise.""
+""I will if you'll call me Chris.""
+""Ok Chris, I saw you looking at me like you appreciate the way I look even though I was prattling on about mundane shit and dressed like a ranch hand. Christo, I mean Chris that meant a lot to me."" The look on her face at that moment would have melted the iciest of hearts. ""It means a lot to feel wanted in the basic sense of the word.""
+I was searching for something suave to say when she kissed me again. I know she had to feel my cock starting to harden because when she pulled away she looked down at my crotch. ""Hmm,"" she sighed. ""Do you know how long it's been for me Chris?"" She looked into the back seat of my Eldorado as she asked her hypothetical question. ""It's been a year and a half. Dale last made love to me on my 43rd birthday. Do you know the last time I did it in the back seat of a car?""
+""No, but I assume it's been longer since you have than I have."" Was I really discussing back seat sex with the Sherriff's wife in his drive way? Certainly I was about to get a speech about promiscuity or something.
+""Chris, I like to tell everybody I lost my virginity to Dale on our wedding night. But I actually lost it two years before in the stock room of Charlie's Grocery. I had dated Tommy Simms off and on and we had necked quite a bit. One day I was in the store talking to him when the urge overtook our good judgment.""
+""Tommy took me into the back and I lay down on a stack of boxes. Of course it was quick, it was bad, and it was painful. It was the first time for both of us. Just as I was pulling my panties back up, old Charlie walked into the room. When he asked what we were doing, I told him I had been looking for fresh bananas and Tommy had brought me back here to see if we could find fresher ones that were in the display.""
+""I'm not sure Charlie bought that, but I grabbed a bunch of bananas and took them to the cashier and left. Tommy later told me that Charlie had read him the riot act about taking customers into the stockroom.""
+It struck me as odd that her story was so close to a scenario that I had for my Jimmy DeBone story. My cock grew rock hard though, picturing Elise getting fucked on a stack of boxes.
+""After Tommy, I wouldn't have sex again until my wedding night. Tommy joined the navy and shipped out a month after our tryst in the store. He met other women and I met Dale. I have never had sex in the back seat of a car Chris."" With that she kicked off her shoes and climbed up over the seat and into the back seat.
+""It's nice and roomy back here Chris. Please join me.""
+ _""You have got to be fucking kidding me!! What are you waiting for asshole?""_ my inner horn dog screamed at me. What was I waiting for? I quickly removed my shoes and clambered over the seat.
+""What took you so long? It's not nice to keep a lady waiting.""
+She unbuttoned her shirt and I was treated to the sight of one of the nicest pairs of tits I had ever seen on a woman, regardless of age. I had been with twenty-somethings that weren't as firm in the rack department as Elise was.
+They had to be a c cup, but showed no sign of sag. Her nipples grew erect in front of my eyes. Elise's breathing was becoming ragged and we hadn't even touched each other yet. It didn't take me long to change that.
+She moaned as I caressed her spectacular chest. I couldn't believe how firm her tits were. I rolled a nipple between my thumb and forefinger eliciting an ecstatic sound from Elise. ""Suck on them baby. Suck my nipples please?""
+She shrugged out of her shirt as I began to suck on her nipples. Suddenly a thought hit me and I stopped cold in my suckling; "" _She's married to the fucking Sherriff_!""
+Then, as if she had read my mind she said, ""Don't worry about Dale either baby. He's patrolling the north part of the county with Deputy Denise today. I don't expect him home for hours."" The way she spit the name Denise out, I gathered that she must suspect Dale was getting some deputy trim on the side. Doing the math in my head, I figured out that Denise Shaw had been hired on at the Sherriff's department around the time of Elise's 43rd birthday.
+I knew of at least six other guys who were also currently nailing the good deputy on occasion, and at least fifteen that had nailed her prior. So maybe it was a good thing for Elise that Dale never touched her anymore.
+""I'm just glad that you haven't fucked her Chris. Really glad! Because baby I need a good fucking."" This nosy woman knew a lot, but who was I to complain? I knew to stay away from Deputy Denise when I found out that she had fucked Greg Davis, Justin Martin and Todd VonSydow in the space of 36 hours.
+I have always been the long haired kid who gets labeled as a troublemaker. All through school I was blamed for a lot of things I didn't do. It wasn't until late in my senior year that people woke up to the fact that I wasn't as big of a fuck head as I was rumored to be. And now here I was with one of the people who had perpetuated rumors wanting me to fuck her.
+I kept sucking her nipples and she was moaning. I was getting so lost in what I was doing I didn't think about the fact that we were in her drive way, ten feet off of a public street and the street lights hadn't even kicked on yet.
+She started sucking on my earlobe and I was about to go nuts. Her ragged breath sounded like the sweetest of music. After a few minutes I started reaching down to her waist toward the opening of her jeans.
+""No."" she said pushing me back. ""I want to do something first baby."" She reached down and undid my jeans and pulled them off of me. ""I knew you were a bad boy,"" she said when she discovered I wasn't wearing any underwear. She discarded my jeans into the front seat and began kissing her way up my thighs.
+I was shaking by time she got to my balls. She let a hot blast of breath over them ""Are you cold Chris? You're shaking like a leaf.""
+""I'm sure not cold. I've just never imagined anything like this.""
+""Oh baby. Your ride is just beginning.""
+Using just the tip of her tongue she licked my cock up and down the main ridge from my sac to the slit. She'd circle the tip and then repeat the process. I was a twitching panting mess by time she reached the tip for the fifth time. I think she was taking perverse pleasure in torturing me. She kept her light licking up for what seemed like forever. I was dying to cum by time she stopped.
+""Oh baby. It's been a long time since I have given pleasure to anyone like that. Now come right over here and open your present.""
+I shifted over and kissed her full on the mouth. After I broke the kiss, I kissed down her neck and across her collarbones. I worked my way back down to her tits. As I was working her nipples over with my tongue and lips I was unfastening her jeans. Shortly they joined mine in the front seat as did the turquoise panties she wore.
+She was completely bald under her panties. I kissed down her stomach and took my time kissing down her mound towards her pussy. Her breathing was getting ragged again and I could feel her muscles tensing.
+When I got to the top of her slit, I skipped over her pussy and started nibbling and kissing her thighs. ""Oh you naughty boy! Teasing me like that."" She moaned. ""Don't stop.""
+I had no intention of stopping. I put my hands under the backs of her knees and raised her up. I was rewarded with ""Oh my fucking God!"" when I probed her ass with my tongue. ""I didn't even know that was possible,"" she squealed as her orgasm hit her several minutes later.
+She let out a disappointed sounding ""Oh"" when I quit using my tongue on her asshole, but her disappointment didn't last for long. I attacked her clit with a vengeance. Her next orgasm exploded from her as I began sucking her clit while I wiggled a finger inside her pussy.
+She grabbed ahold of my head and held on like a bronco rider as I elicited her third orgasm. I had never made a woman cum so many times in such a small time span before.
+""Oh fuck. Enough baby. Please just fuck me now? Please?""
+I stopped working on her pussy and kissed my way back up her body. I did stop and pay attention to her nipples for a moment, but she pulled me up further and stuck her tongue down my throat. We were still kissing as I aligned the head of my cock with her entrance and started pushing in. She let out a squeal of delight as I bottomed out in her wet hole.
+Sherriff Dale Meyer is a large man. He stands 6 foot 5 inches tall and probably weighs in the neighborhood of 250 pounds. It seems to me that a guy that size would have destroyed Elise's petite pussy. All I could think as I pushed into her was ""Fuck she's tight.""
+As I have said before, I'm not porn star material. I'm not tiny either, but her pussy felt like it had never had a man in it. I started pumping into her slowly. She had me so worked up it was taking every bit of concentration I had not to shoot my load on the first few thrusts.
+""Oh fuck baby, this is just what I needed. Oh yeah! Fuck me hard now sweetheart. Fuck me hard!""
+As I began to pound into her, she dug her heels into my ass cheeks and her fingernails into my back. I knew I was going to have marks from this experience. I managed to hold off my orgasm long enough for her to cum and come down somewhat. As she was recovering I slowly moved in and out of her.
+She kept kissing me and telling me how much she was loving it. I thought more than once that Sherriff Dale must be a complete dumbass to fuck that skank Denise while he had a quality woman at home waiting for him. Denise was a good looking woman, but he was definitely trading down.
+After she had recovered for a few minutes I began picking the pace back up. She was panting and squealing again and I was getting totally lost in the moment. Then I remembered an old trick and re-positioned myself so that I was driving into her at a different angle. I knew my cock was hitting her g-spot with nearly every thrust.
+""Oh fuck baby! I don't know what you're doing but don't fucking stop!""
+I started pounding into her, relishing the feeling of my balls slapping her firm ass hard enough to make sounds. I was fighting a losing battle though as I felt my orgasm building up to the point of no return. At that same moment she was experiencing her first g-spot orgasm.
+I had made one girl squirt before, but I was shocked when she screamed out ""Oh fuck!!"" and sprayed cum all over my crotch. I lost all pretenses and shot my load deep into her hungry wet hole.
+As we lay there holding each other and panting, I began to survey the scene. I was instantly reminded of the car sex scene in ""Titanic"" where you could see the hand print on the wet steamy window. There were several such prints on my own steamed windows.
+After several minutes she spoke, ""I have never felt that before in my life Chris. Damn I don't know exactly what you did to me but I loved every second of it.""
+""And I had to fight every thrust to keep from being a quick draw McGraw. I need to find you broke down on the side of the road more often.""
+""After this you just might,"" she said as she started pulling her clothes from the front seat. ""Damn it, why couldn't I be twenty years younger? I would love to have a life with an attentive lover like you.""
+""I wouldn't complain. No one bit. I'm not even sure you'd have to be twenty years younger. I like you just the way you are.""
+""Yes, but twenty years younger, would mean twenty more years of fucking you.""
+Soon we were both dressed. I gave her a kiss and started my car to leave. ""Chris,"" she said, ""I really do men it about you might find me broken down more often. Come by the Library Thursday evening and see me. If Dale can play with Deputy Denise then I can have you. We'll just be the cuter couple."" She smiled at me and headed for her door. I watched her gorgeous ass as she walked to the entry way and went inside, then I backed out of the driveway and turned toward home. Three blocks away I passed Dale Meyer headed the other way. "" _Idiot_ ,"" I thought.
+I had no illusions of Elise divorcing him and running off with me. I should have felt bad about fucking a married woman, but somehow I didn't. If Dale was stupid enough to cheat on her, then I was more than happy to give her what she needed. It's just a pity that I'll never see her again.
+I'm almost back to the bridge. I'm just going to hole up like I was, and should have stayed earlier. I slow down and move as quietly as I can. I don't know why, but once again that feeling overtook me and I decided to err on the side of caution.
+I stop and peer into the darkness under the bridge. I couldn't see well enough to discern if it was vacant or not. Just as I am about to make my move to scurry under the bridge, I smell cigarette smoke.
+I move closer to the river and crawl into a thicket. I crawl on my belly until I have a clear view under the bridge. For a moment I don't see anything, and then I see the cherry glow as the smoker takes a drag. He is hooding the cherry trying to hide it from view. If I had not gotten lower I wouldn't have seen it. Off to my right I hear someone moving through the brush. I hold my breath and hope they aren't using flashlights to light their way, if they are they'll see me for sure.
+I almost scream out loud when someone kicks my foot. "" _I'm fucked_!"" I get ready to make a dash into the river and hopefully they'll not react fast enough to shoot me before I can cross and hit the woods on the other side.
+""Fucking roots! Fucking trail! Fucking chasing shadows through the fucking dark,"" I hear an angry voice muttering as the owner lumbers on toward the bridge. For a moment I think I have wet my pants. It takes me a few minutes to stop shaking.
+I can just make out his shape as he approaches the bridge. I can hear them whispering to each other, but I cannot tell what they are saying. I quickly roll across the trail and into the tall grass on the other side. Chagrined that my hidey hole is now ocupado, I begin belly crawling through the grass towards town.
+I belly crawl for a good fifteen minutes before I even consider popping my head up to see where I am. I quickly look around and can't see the bridge, nor can I definitively tell where I am exactly. Ten more minutes of crawling, on all fours now, I don't think I need to belly crawl, brings me within ten feet of the park.
+I can see the slide and the swings, and I know fifty feet from the slide is the entrance to the pool. That would be a wonderful place to hide, but I know that they would catch me there for sure.
+I have to move across the playground and across the front of the pool area. The pool is lit with security lighting so I'll be exposed until I get to the other side of the pool enclosure. After that I have a forty yard dash to the street across the pool parking lot, which is also lit up. Then there's a dash across the street and down half of the block to an alley. If I make it to that alley I have to go two blocks to get to the bus station.
+I crawl to the edge of the grass and observe the park as best I can. I can see clear to the street. The only thing I can't see is about half of the pool's parking lot. Any number of people could be waiting there, but it's a risk I have to take.
+I get up and make a sprint for the pool entrance. I keep expecting a shot to ring out as I run across the playground, weaving around the swings and the ducks on springs. I reach the pool building and duck into the entrance. I take a moment to catch my breath, I can't stay too long or I will be seen.
+I peek around the edge of the doorway toward the street. I see no one so I make my last sprint, praying that there is nobody in the part of the parking lot I can't see. As soon as I clear the building I see four vehicles in the parking lot. I glance that way as I sprint to the street. So far no one has jumped out of the cars or started them up to chase me. As I hit the side walk and head for the alley it dawns on me that those vehicles likely belong to the guys who were down by the river.
+I'm hoping that no one who is looking for me is nearby because I can hear my footsteps echoing as I run to the alley's mouth. I hit the alley and continue running about half way down it. I stop near a trash dumpster to catch my breath. I don't hear any pursuers so I am beginning to feel somewhat confident that I might actually get out of this alive.
+It seems absurd to think that two days ago life was pretty normal for me, or what had begun to pass as normal. After having sex with two women in the span of a week, I thought my normal might be changing. After years of seeking sex and finding rejection, sex was now seeking me.  
+When I graduated high school I had the big idea that I was going to be a plumber. I used all of my gift money and my savings to buy every plumber's tool known to man. I bought books and watched every show on TV that might have a plumbing tip.
+I had it all planned out until I found out that I needed to be a journeyman plumber to have a plumbing business. To be a journeyman I had to put in five years under a master plumber. My issue was, no master plumber wanted to hire the local ""druggie."" Okay, I smoked weed on occasion, but never at work.
+So my dreams of being a plumber were dashed and I stored all of my tools away and found a mundane factory job. Two mornings ago my buddy Tim called me up and asked if I still had all of my plumbing tools. When I told him that I did, he asked if I'd help him plumb his aunt's beauty parlor.
+When he told me I'd get $500 for the day, I called in to work and took a couple days' vacation. I figured I could get paid twice for the same hours. He said his uncle was the general contractor on the job and would handle all permits. He would hand a guy he knew $50 bucks to buy off on the plumbing work since the inspectors never even look at the actual work.
+I got to his aunt's place at nine and Tim's uncle let me in and showed me what he wanted Tim and I to do. Then he left. I got to working and by time Tim showed up at noon I had the bathrooms roughed in and half of the hair wash stations. He apologized over and over for sleeping in and got to work helping me.
+While we were working on the wash stations, a four man crew was installing dry wall in the bathrooms and the half of the parlor I had already roughed in. By two Tim and I had the rough-ins all complete and went to install the fixtures in the dry walled rooms. I figured I could at least have the bathrooms done and some of the wash stations done by ten that night.
+We took a food break at three and I never saw Tim again that day. The dry wall crew left at five and I was alone again. When Tim's uncle came by at six he was pleased and paid me a cool grand.
+""Tim's getting a hundred from me, 'cause I know he's been off fucking his girlfriend since three. You earned that dough, so it's all yours. Are you going to stay much longer?""
+""I'll stay and at least finish the first wash station after I finish this bathroom.""
+""Damn. If you want a job I can help get your license.""
+I couldn't believe my ears. Once I deemed that he was serious I shook his hand and told him I'd definitely be in touch. He left and I went back to installing. I was excited. Not only was my sex life drastically improving, but now I would be able to leave my factory job and do what I always wanted to do.
+By eight o clock I had everything done that I had told Tim's uncle that I would and I was cleaning up the messes I had made. As I was gathering all of my tools, Tim's aunt Bella and four other ladies walked into the parlor.
+""Oh hi Chris. I just brought the girls by to see the progress.""
+She led them all around the shop and they all congratulated her on the progress. I had loaded all of my tools and was getting ready to leave when one of Bella's friends came over to me. ""Are you the one who did the plumbing here?""
+I told her that I was and she smiled. ""Would you be interested in making a few more bucks tonight? I have a stopped up commode and shower at my house. I was going to call the rooter guys, but I would much rather pay a friend of a friend.""
+I was tired and ready for a shower and bed, but I have a hard time telling a woman ""no,"" especially an attractive woman. Bella's fiends were all older ladies, probably in their early fifties, but still attractive. The woman who was asking me to fix her clog was a spitting image of Barbara Eden.
+Since I had the next day off of work I decided to go ahead and see if I could help the lady with her clogged pipe. Her name was Jennifer Wright and she wrote down her address and asked if I could be there in about an hour. I told that I would be and went to grab a bite to eat. I had a hamburger and fries; I almost skipped the beer, but decided a couple of beers sounded good.
+I got to Jennifer's house and knocked on the door. When she answered the door she thanked me again for coming to fix her problem. I looked over everything and then got the tools I'd need. It only took me half an hour to get her drain cleared and working again.
+When I took my tools back out to my car, I noticed that there were four cars there that hadn't been there before. I went back in to tell Jennifer that I was done. She greeted me by handing me a drink. ""I took the liberty of pouring you a Scotch. I hope that's ok.""
+""Who am I to turn down a drink from a lady?"" I said. I felt cheesy, but I know older women dig cheesy sometimes. Plus she had that sweet southern drawl that can make a guy's dick stand at attention. She smiled and led me into her living room. There were four women in there with various drinks in hand. Two of them, Janet Browlee and Gwen Kipler had been with Jennifer at Bella's beauty parlor. Nina Garrett and Alice Varner had not been there.
+I was suddenly worried; Alice Varner lives next door to the Meyers, and she was looking at me funny. Alice is also one of, if not the biggest gossip around. As a matter of fact I was in a lion's den of nosy gossips. I uneasily sat in the chair that Jennifer indicated I should sit in.
+Janet reminded me of Lucille Ball. She was a red head and had the raspy smoker's voice that Lucy had. She pretty much had the same build, only her eyes were brown where Lucy's had been blue.
+Nina was one of those women who'd always been pretty. She was probably thinner in her younger years, but her later years curves did nothing to take away from her appeal; as a matter of fact, I think if she'd had those curves twenty years ago she'd have been damn hot.
+Gwen and Alice are both larger ladies. Gwen is also fairly tall. I remember seeing pictures of her from high school when she led the girls' basketball team to the state championship two years in a row. She wasn't as pretty as Nina, Janet, or Jennifer, but she had a confidence about her that made her more attractive than her physical appearance.
+Alice was a house wife. You could see that she didn't have the years of salon treatments that the other ladies had enjoyed. She had all of the soft BBW curves that a fifty-plus year old house wife was supposed to have. She wasn't ""sexy"" but she was homemade apple pie wife material. She wasn't going to get hit on by every swinging dick in town, but I'd bet she made her husband a very happy man in every aspect of the word.
+Gwen, Janet, and Jennifer raved on about the wonderful plumbing job I had done for Bella. As the conversation moved along Jennifer poured me another drink. I'm not much of a Scotch drinker but I thought it tasted pretty good.
+After four of them I had a decent buzz on. I also noticed that I was starting to get a hard on. I was embarrassed to say the least. The ladies kept on chatting as if nothing was awry. I had a fear that for some reason I'd have to get up and not be able to hide my situation. Just like back in high school when you'd sport wood in a class and the teacher would ask you to work a problem. Alice would surely spread the word that I was a pervert who got boners while conversing with decent ladies.
+It seemed to be getting warmer in the room as well. Then the inevitable happened. ""Chris, would you be a dear and get a lady another Scotch?""
+"" _Oh fucking great_!"" Jennifer had just sealed my reputation in town of being a sex fiend. I could see no way to politely decline so I got up and tried to pull my shirt tail down quickly enough to hide my bulge.
+I felt my face starting to flush as I hurried to the bar. ""Oh Chris,"" Jennifer said with a giggle. ""You forgot my glass.""
+"" _Fuck_!"" I adjusted my shirt once again and went to retrieve Jennifer's glass.
+""I do believe the pills are working,"" said Gwen eyeing my crotch. I almost dropped Jennifer's glass in my effort to cover my erection.
+""Pills?"" I asked looking at Gwen.
+""Viagra darling,"" said Nina. ""I lifted a couple doses of my husband's Viagra, and Jennifer slipped them to you in your drinks.""
+""What the fuck is wrong with you?"" I asked ""It ain't right to go around slipping pills into people's drinks,"" I yelled as I slammed the glasses down and started for the door.
+""Wait,"" said Jennifer as she grabbed my arm. ""Please don't be upset with us. Just sit for a moment and allow us to explain.""
+I was furious but I sat. Why in the hell would these bitches slip me Viagra? I was sure that I wasn't going to like the answer. My cock was hard enough to cut diamonds and I didn't know how I was going to deal with it. I had half a mind to go look up Deputy Denise, she could handle both ends of this problem.
+For a few moments the ladies sat there looking embarrassed. Gwen and Nina were exchanging glances and Alice was still looking at my crotch. Finally Janet spoke up acting as group spokesperson.
+""First let me say we're sorry Chris. We planned all of this this afternoon. When we found out that you were working for Bella we decided to do this. Nina's husband James takes Viagra so she stole a couple. Nina and Alice stayed here and clogged up Jen's plumbing while we toured Bella's new place.""
+""Alice saw you and Elise Meyer the other night. Well, saw and heard,"" said Nina. ""We decided that if you could make her scream like that, we wanted to get some too. We gave you Viagra so you could handle all of us. Alice isn't going to go through with it, she just wants to watch and then rape Edgar when she gets home.""
+""Okay. Your husbands are all hunters. Hunters own and know how to use guns. Guns have a habit of making guys who sleep with other guys' wives, dead.""
+""You didn't seem to worry much about the Sherriff's gun the other night when you were making his wife call for Jesus; over and over and over again,"" said Alice.
+""All of our husbands are out hunting right now Chris,"" said Gwen. ""They won't be back until Monday. That's four days away and we only want you for one night.""
+Janet got up from the couch and leaned over me where I sat. ""And my Albert doesn't care,"" she said as she touched the tip of my nose and slowly and sensuously traced her way down my face; across my lips, down my chin and throat ending up just inside my shirt collar. ""We have an agreement that allows me to have discreet encounters from time to time.""
+""Our husbands are gone for a few days, and Alice told Edgar she was coming to a party,"" said Jennifer. ""So you have nothing to worry about dear.""
+""We might not have our youthful good looks anymore honey, but we have experience,"" chimed in Nina. ""We know you won't regret this at all.""
+Janet put her mouth over mine and kissed me deeply and soulfully. One of her hands caressed my face, while the other slid down my chest and stomach to palm my cock. ""Oh, we have a nice one here ladies.""
+My mind was swirling. Part of me knew I should be angry about being slipped pills, but when Janet started kissing and fondling me all anger seemed to flow right out the window.
+Before I knew it Jennifer was kissing me, my shirt had disappeared and my jeans were being removed. From the corner of my eye I saw Alice stripping over near the fireplace. I put my hands on Jennifer's body and discovered that she was wearing only panties.
+Another pair of hands were rubbing up and down my legs, and every so often rubbing my rock hard cock. I couldn't see Nina or Gwen, but Janet was completely naked on one side of me. She started sucking on my nipple as whomever was rubbing my legs dragged my shorts off of me.
+As soon as my shorts were gone Jennifer straddled me.
+""Hey we got him naked why do you get to go first?"" Gwen asked from behind Jen.
+""Cause I have been drooling over him all night long. You'll get some too. There's plenty of him to go around."" With that she shifted the gusset of her panties aside and slid her wet cunt down onto my cock.
+""Oomph,"" she said as she bottomed out on my engorged cock. ""Damn that's good.""
+She began riding me, slowly at first then picking up the pace. This woman knew how to use her hips in ways the younger ones didn't. She also seemed to know when I was on the verge of cumming because she'd slow her pace back down. The other four ladies were silent as Jennifer rode me. I could hear someone's ragged breathing though and it was a turn on.
+Jennifer rode for a few more minutes. She started pumping faster and faster. She locked her hands behind my head and pulled me in for another soul kiss. As she was kissing me I felt her body tremble and shake. She finally threw her head back and groaned loudly as her body shuddered through her orgasm.
+She sat there impaled on me for a few minutes while she gathered her wits, and then lifted herself off of me. When she got up I saw that my crotch was completely soaked. I didn't get to look for long because Nina stepped up and straddled me. ""Oh god that is a damn sexy sight"" she said as she lowered herself down.
+Nina didn't fuck around. She didn't bother going slow, she just rode me with all that she had. I could hear her ass slapping against my thighs and the wetness of our juices splashing as she fucked me. After almost five minutes she screeched and ground her pubic bone into mine as she had an earth shattering orgasm.
+I was still hard and hadn't cum yet. If Nina would've had another minute or two in her I would have. But I didn't have long to think about it as Gwen climbed on me next. Gwen was taller than Nina or Jennifer and was mostly able to keep her feet planted on the floor as she took me inside her.
+While Jennifer had fucked me with catlike grace, and Nina had used raw power, Gwen was a more athletic fuck. She used varying speeds and rhythms as she rode me. She would also stop every now and again and feed me one of her ample tits. While I would suck on her nipple, she'd rise up until just the head of my cock was in her slit and she'd wiggle her hips.
+Finally she looked at me and said ""We're both gonna cum soon.""
+At that she plunged me fully back into her depth and started riding like her life depended on it. Every couple of strokes, she'd clinch her muscles and make her canal tighter. Her breathing was getting heavier and her pumping was getting more urgent. Each time she'd bottom out she let out a loud ""Oh!"" Each ""Oh!"" was louder than the previous one.
+As she pounded harder and harder I could feel the chair creak and groan and I was becoming afraid that it wouldn't withstand much more. Gwen seemed to make it her mission to drive me through the chair. I was able to finally get my feet flat on the floor and started driving up to meet her. This only made her vocalization louder.
+My calves were cramping and my flesh was stinging from the force of our fucking. When I felt my own orgasm building, I re-doubled my efforts. Gwen was like a wild woman. Her ""OH's"" became a long keening sound, and I could feel her inside walls rippling. Then when I shot my cum into her, her eyes shot open wide and she screamed like a banshee.
+""Oh my word,"" one of the women said from behind Gwen. I didn't have to wonder what she was talking about, because I could feel a river of juice running down my legs. I was sure the cushion on the chair was ruined.
+""Oh lord that was good,"" Gwen said in a dreamy voice. ""I have needed that for a long time.""
+""Well some of us are still in need, Gwen dear,"" Janet said sarcastically.
+Gwen's eyes opened and she kissed me. ""Oh thank you ever so much,"" she said as she kissed me again. She eased up off of me and I saw Janet lying back on the sofa.
+""From Alice's tell-all of your scream inducing tryst with Elise, you were doing all of the driving. That's what I want. I want you to fuck me senseless like you did Elise.""
+I looked down at my cream coated cock, expecting to see it going soft, but it was still as hard as a morning piss hard on. I got up and moved over to the couch. I could see the moisture in Janet's cunt already. Apparently she'd been doing a bit of manipulation already.
+""Just go slow at first,"" she said. ""My Albert isn't nearly as gifted as you are.""
+As I knelt between her legs I noticed that she kept her pussy trimmed in a landing strip design. It struck me as odd that older housewives kept themselves to that degree. It also dawned on me that even though I had already fucked Gwen, Jennifer and Nina, I had no idea what they sported under their unmentionables.
+I slipped the head of my cock into her slit and started slowly pushing into her. She was pretty tight considering the fact that she had three kids. I got halfway in and then pulled back, just leaving the head in. I kept this up for a few minutes and the pushed more into her. Her eyes shot open and she said, ""How much more is there?""
+I repeated my action of only going so far and pulling back. Pretty soon I had a rhythm going. After a few more minutes I slowly pushed my entire length into her. Her mouth dropped open and I thought she was going to cum right there and then. ""You've reached virgin territory young man,"" she said. ""In 56 years, no one has been as into me as you are now. So I ask that you now give me the fucking of my life time.""
+I pulled back and drove in with a little more force. ""Oh yeah. Fuck me baby."" I went slowly but forcefully for a few minutes but then I started picking up the pace. Soon she was digging her fingers into my back. I rose up and hooked her knees with my elbows, forcing her knees to ride up my shoulders. She gasped as my cock discovered newfound depths.
+As I was relentlessly pounding Janet, I became aware of the other three women watching intently. Alice had at least three fingers working in her fully bushed pussy. She had quite the puddle built up under her. Nina was making lazy circles on her clit. Both she and Jennifer were completely bald.
+Jennifer was watching with the same intensity a football fan might watch a two point game after the two minute warning. She was on the edge of the chair I had been in and she was rolling her nipple between two fingers.
+Gwen was watching but not playing. She looked satisfied for the time being. I turned my full attention back to Janet. She was in her own world. She would alternatively scratch my back or play with her tits. I was watching her mouth and hoping I would get the opportunity to put my cock between those sweet lips. And who knew? The way the night was progressing, anything seemed possible.
+Suddenly Janet dug her fingernails into my shoulders and her eyes flew open. She hadn't been overly vocal so I was surprised when she started making an odd sound. ""Nnn nnn nnn nnnnn,""
+I had never seen such a mixture of fear and bliss in anyone's face. I wasn't sure what to do, so I kept fucking her. As the volume of her vocalizations increased so did the moisture running out of her pussy. I could feel it every time my balls smacked her ass.
+Suddenly her entire body went rigid and she let out a long wailing sound. I kept going for a few more strokes, and a small stream of juice was running out of her. She convulsed a few times and then went limp. I was getting scared when Gwen said ""Damn, you made her pass out.""
+I pulled out of her and let her gently down on the couch. She was breathing heavily and sweating profusely. After a few minutes her eyes fluttered open. She smiled and said ""Where the fuck have you been all my life? No one has ever made me cum. I have had orgasms on my own, but no man has ever done that to me.""
+""That was fucking hot,"" said Nina.
+""I think we need to move this to a bed,"" said Jennifer. ""I'm ready for more. Come on Alice, bring a chair."" Jennifer led us up the stairs and into her bedroom. She climbed up on the bed on all fours and looked back at me. ""What ya waitin for?""  
+The answer was nothing. I climbed up behind her and slid my cock into the hilt. I started slowly fucking her and she looked back and said ""I want you to cum in me Chris. Fill me up with your hot cum."" I looked over at the clock by the bed and it said 11:40.
+By 4:45 I had fucked each lady at least twice more on the bed. Gwen had me fuck her from behind while she leaned out of a window, and I made Janet pass out again. I came three more times after filling Jennifer when we started on the bed. I did get my wish of a blow job from Janet. It was heavenly.
+Alice had sat in her chair all night. Some of the time she masturbated. She had made a few sounds but she'd mostly kept quiet. I was lying in a mass of sweaty tired bodies. My cock was finally going limp. Gwen and Janet were dozing and Nina was coming down from our last fuck. I was flat on my back and Jennifer was tracing circles on my chest. I was close to dozing off when I felt a hot wet mouth on my cock. As tired as I was I couldn't shun a blow job.
+I kept my eyes closed any enjoyed my second hummer of the night. I figured that it was Nina. I could hear Janet's breathing off to my left, and I could hear Gwen's soft snoring from the right, and Jennifer was on my left arm.
+""Haven't you had enough?"" I asked.
+""I had enough watching. I had to try this and it is probably my last chance.""
+I was shocked when I looked down to see Alice sucking life back into my flaccid member. Janet's blow job had been heavenly. Alice put her to shame. She had me hard in no time and then mounted me.
+I had no idea what she meant by her last chance, but after that blow job I was game for anything. She mounted me and took me all the way in. Her pussy was extremely wet and had my cock soaked in no time. She lifted off of me and looked closely at my cock. ""Perfect,"" she said.
+She rose up again and took my cock in one hand. To my surprise, she guided my cock into her asshole. I had tried anal with a girl back in high school. After an hour of preparation and ten minutes of changing angles and positions, I finally got the head in, just to have her scream about how bad it hurt. I had never had the opportunity again until Alice took the reins.
+""Oh that hurts so so good,"" she said as she sat fully on my cock and winced. ""My Edgar would never dream of taking my backside. He only did me doggy once after we saw a porno together.""
+She seemed to take to having my cock in her ass fairly quick. She never quite got to ""pounding speed"" but she did have a solid rhythm and a deep stroke. The tightness of her ass and her steady motion was making it hard for me to not cum immediately, even though I'd had more sex in the previous few hours than I'd had in a year.
+Alice then sat straight up and then reached back and then got her feet underneath her like she was going to ""crab"" walk. I had seen this done in porn but never had any girl ridden me in this manner. I was treated to the view of my cock stretching Alice's ass and all of the moisture that was dripping out of her pussy. I was completely fascinated watching her pussy clinch and flex as she moved her ass up and down.
+""Oh wow,"" said Jennifer inn barely a whisper. I glanced sideways to see that she was as enrapt as I was. She reached up and started fingering Alice's wet cunt. This seemed to send Alice over the edge. She bounced her ass faster and began calling to God. I myself was losing the battle to keep my impending orgasm at bay.
+As Alice began to cum, her ass muscles clinched tight enough that I was afraid she was going to rip my cock off. She let out a guttural moan and the flow from her cunt increased. Finally I could take no more and shot my load into her ass.
+It felt to me like I had shot a lot, but I couldn't see how after all of the loads I had already fired that night. Alice shuddered and shook and then seemed to collapse with my cock still buried in her anus and a flow of juice still running out of her pussy.
+After a few moments she rolled off of me and got off the bed, and then she left the room. I lay there wondering if I should allow myself to doze or if should I get up and go home. I think I was lightly dozing when Alice came into the room and kissed me.
+""Thank you Chris. You were just as good as I imagined you'd be."" With that she left. I dozed for a while. I don't think it was more than an hour or two.
+I woke up to find Jennifer riding me. And I had figured that my usual morning wood might have taken the day off. I was wrong. When she noticed I was awake she put her finger to my lips to tell me to be quiet. She gestured with her head to the two other sleeping forms in the bed.
+Sex with Jennifer earlier in the evening had been animalistic lust filled fucking. This morning she was riding me gently and slowly. She appeared to be relishing in every stroke.
+There's an old country song that opines that older women make beautiful lovers. These ladies had showed me that the song is mostly true. Watching Jennifer ride me with the early morning sun just starting to peek through the window was as close to a spiritual experience I had ever had. Here was this gorgeous woman, more than twice my age extracting as much pleasure from me as she possibly could.
+She'd been riding me for at least half an hour when I saw that look in her eyes. I had seen it a few times already and I knew she was getting close to cumming. She lay down on me, pressing her chest to mine and kissed me as her orgasm overtook her, whimpering and cooing into my mouth. I didn't last much longer, but it didn't feel like I shot any cum this time at all.
+She was just lying on me; gazing into my eyes when Janet spoke beside us, ""Don't you two ever stop?""
+""I think we all need to stop,"" said Jennifer. ""I do believe we drained the poor guy.""
+We all got dressed and had a cup of coffee. They said we'd have to get together and do this again soon. I told them next time they wouldn't need to slip me the Viagra. I went out and got into my car.
+I got home twenty minutes later. I took a quick shower and decided to check my e-mail. There was only one in the account for DirtyCharlz. It hadn't come from the feedback link on the site; it had come from an individual's account. I opened it and read the one sentence.
+ _""Repent now sinner!!!!""_
+Before I could wonder how ""The Bitch"" had gotten my e-mail address, my cell phone rang. The caller ID said it was my buddy Eric. He's a short order cook at a local diner and sometimes has me come down because he's bored. I never mind going because he makes awesome pancakes.
+""What's up Mel?"" I called him Mel after the character in the old TV show ""Alice"" who was played by Vic Tayback. Mel owned the diner that was the backdrop for the show.
+""Snowman, where the fuck are you?"" Snowman, as in ""Frosty the Snowman, had been my nickname since we were kids. He sounded like he didn't want anyone to know he was on the phone, which didn't make sense because his boss Elaine was another of my closest friends.
+""I'm at home man. Why are you....""
+""Listen,"" he said cutting me off mid-sentence. ""You need to get the fuck out of there now. Don't take five minutes even. Just get your ass moving. Lie low and call me in a while and I'll explain.""
+""What the fuck dude?"" I asked but the line was dead. Eric is anything but an alarmist. But he's been known to play a joke or two. I was about to sit and put my shoes on when a text came through from Elaine. It was simple and to the point; ""RUN!""
+Now I was spooked and the little voice in my head said to comply now and ask questions later. If this turned out to be a prank I would dump dead rats on the diner's salad bar, or something. I grabbed my shoes and headed for the door. On my way out the back door, I park in the alley, I grabbed my laptop. Just as I started my car, I saw four vehicles skid to a stop in front of my house. I couldn't see who they were, but I did see one guy carrying a rifle.
+I sped down the alley and barley missed getting creamed by a cement truck as I crossed the street. After three blocks I hung a left and headed out of town. I didn't go far; I only went to an area that was primarily summer residents' homes that had been abandoned since Labor Day.
+I drove around the sub division for a little bit to make sure all of the houses were indeed empty. I knew one that would be cool to hide in because I could park my car out of sight and I could see all approaches to the property.
+Once inside the house I called Eric. ""Ok Mel, why are fucking rednecks with rifles showing up at my house moments after you and Elaine tell me to skedaddle?""
+""Oh thanks for saving my ass Eric. Thanks for looking out for me Eric,"" he said in that annoying spoiled little girl voice he did to show he'd been a victim of ingratitude.
+""Dude I'm a little too fucked up right now to be singing hosannas to you.""
+""Sorry man. Look All I know is that Sherriff Meyer and a big group of guys were in here this morning discussing you. I caught snippets about you fucking all of these guys' wives and someone's Japanese girlfriend. One of the pissed off hoard claimed someone had video""
+""Shit!""
+""Hey. I would have told them that you're gay but I think that would just change the reason to lynch your skinny ass.""
+""Dude, would you do me a solid?""
+""Anything bro.""
+""Get ahold of Homer and have him call me in an hour. I'm shutting my cell off so they can't track me.""
+""Stay safe Love.""
+""Kiss my grits Mel.""
+On my drive to the tourist resort I began to add things together. Everything I had written for Jimmy DeBone was happening to me; except I had never scheduled Jimmy for execution.
+I also kept thinking about the oddball e-mails from ""The Bitch."" The only thing that made sense in my sleep deprived, sex addled brain was a curse. A curse put on me by some incestuous gypsy woman with a hard on for amateur writers.
+I walked out of the house and down by the lake. I was half way around it when the time came for my friend Jeffery to call. We all called him Homer because he sounded just like Homer Simpson.
+He called just as I had asked. I quickly gave him the information that he would need to get me what I needed. Homer was a complete genius with a computer. He also texted me a couple of cell phone numbers. ""Put these into the web page I texted you and you can track a few of your pursuers.""
+I thanked him and powered down my phone. I walked back to the house on a different path that led me to a hill top that overlooked the small community. I didn't see anyone so I went down and back into the house I had chosen to hide in.
+Not five minutes after I was in the house I looked toward town and saw a black plume of smoke. Deep inside, I knew my house was the fuel for that fire. I didn't have any time to mourn the loss of my home, because I could see the dust cloud that signaled the arrival of the hunting party.
+I went out the back door and down to my car. I watched from behind a tree as a dozen cars, trucks, and SUVs sped by on their way to the lake. When the last one rounded the bend into the woods I jumped in my car and high tailed it out of there.
+I figured that when they didn't find me at the lake or in the camp grounds, they'd check these houses. They probably kicked all of the doors in and blamed it on me.
+By noon I was on the far side of town cruising around on back roads looking for an abandoned barn to hide in. I found one on an old dairy farm and backed my car in.
+I fired up my laptop and got lucky. Nobody out in the sticks felt the need to lock their Wi-Fi. I went to the site Homer had given me. I entered the cell numbers and watched for a while as the guys were all still concentrated in the area around the lake.
+I also looked at my email again. There was a new one from ""The Bitch."" It had again only one line: _Today is the day Sinner!_
+Earlier when I had talked to Homer I had given him my email address and password. I had asked him to go in and find out who ""The Bitch"" was and where I might find her.
+I was tired as hell and wanted a nap, but I was afraid that if I napped I'd be discovered, so I walked around the barn, trying to decide what to do if Homer did find ""The Bitch."" Would I go kill her? I didn't know if that removed curses or not. Ask her nicely to remove the curse?
+I looked at the lap top again and saw that the guys had spread out again. A couple of them were roaming in a pattern, while the others were roaming aimlessly. They mainly seemed to be staying on the other side of town for now.
+I waited for another hour and then I called Homer. I wiped all of the texts off of my phone and called Homer. After he gave me the address he traced her IP address to I erased my call log and tossed the phone into the old hayloft and drove out of the barn.
+Somehow my simple ""drive out of town while the posse converged on the barn"" ploy didn't translate into my freedom. I guess after not finding me at the summer home, they learned. I drove several back roads almost circumnavigating the town to get to the main highway.
+I got on the highway and didn't look back. I was just cruising along when I saw the cars pulled off the side of the road. They were both angled toward the road so that they could either cut off my egress, or failing an effective road block, they could quickly fall in behind to quickly overtake me.
+I quickly reversed and made a U-turn and sped back the way I came from. I was beginning to formulate a new plan in my head when my rear window exploded. "" _These psychotic fucks are shooting at me!!!""_
+I didn't hear but felt their next shot. First there was a searing pain in my right shoulder, and then my windshield exploded. I hung a hard right and went flying down a dirt road toward some farms. I looked back a few times and decided I had lost them.
+I crossed the river and then slowed my car and stopped in a stand of trees. I got out and ran across the road and through a few fields until I saw a house. By this time it was getting dark, so I stole a bike and managed to ride back into town.
+And now I'm here in an alley just a block and a half from the bus station. I can see the first traces of sunlight in the eastern sky so I know it's time to get to the bus. I run down the alley to the tarmac where they board the bus.
+""Hey! You can't be here,"" a guy in a bus company uniform says.
+""I'm just going in to get a ticket. I wasn't going to stow away.""
+""Well you still can't be here. You have to enter through the front and clear security like at an airport.""
+""Ok,"" I tell him, but inside I'm cursing like a sailor. I go back up the alley and make my way to a point where I can see the street. There are three cars in front of the bus station. Two are empty, and there's a couple sitting in the third.
+I walk quickly to the front door of the station. I casually glance at the couple sitting in the car and freeze in my tracks. I lock eyes with Deputy Denise Shaw who is sitting next to Sherriff Dale Meyer.
+I know I'm fucked now. She knows me. I see her turn to tell Dale, and I get the surprise of my life. She grabs his face and pulls him to hers for a long kiss. I take my cue and hustle into the station. Once through the lobby I feel safe. The ticket window cannot be seen from the front and I can see by the departure board that the bus I will be on leaves in five minutes.
+I buy my ticket. There is an anxious moment when he asks for my ID. I suddenly am afraid that Sherriff Meyer might have issued a real APB on me for fake violations. For three minutes I wait, finally the man hands me my ID and my ticket, and I hand him $145. I make a quick stop at the vending machine to buy a few snacks and a soda.
+I go out and board my bus. I sit as far in the back as I can. The only thing further back is the can. I sit anxiously and wait for the bus to leave, afraid that at any moment a dozen angry rednecks with shot guns are going to pour into the bus and lay me to waste.
+Finally the driver gets onboard and makes his safety spiel and we get underway. I am glad that the bus's windows are heavily tinted, because as we pull out into the street I see that most of the posse has gathered with Sherriff Meyer. I wonder how popular Denise would be if they knew she aided in my escape.
+I felt better as we picked up speed. I felt safer with every mile that passed under the bus. I'd feel even better when we hit the county line and I was out of Sherriff Meyer's jurisdiction.
+We were about five miles from the county line and I was finally relaxing when five of the vehicles passed the bus. I couldn't see, but I was sure the remainder of the posse was behind us. The first two cars sped away down the road. Shortly after the remaining cars took up both lanes ahead of us and began slowing down. Soon they had effectively stopped the bus.
+As the bus stopped, the car with Sheriff Meyer pulled up and he and Denise got out. I jumped up and got into the lavatory and closed the door. I saw myself in the mirror and I looked like shit. I was dirty and there was a hole in the shoulder of my shirt. There was some blood but it wasn't as bad as I had feared.
+Suddenly the lavatory door opened and a young girl got in with me. She looked at me and put her finger over my lips. Moments later I hear a voice asking who is in the lav. The girl yells out, ""I am.""
+A female voice says from just the other side of the door ""Can you open the door so I can see you?""
+""I'm sorry,"" she silently mouths as she unlocks the door.
+Deputy Denise Shaw sticks her head in and looks straight at me. In a low voice she says, ""When all of this blows over and you come back, you owe me big time.""
+She pulls her head back out of the lav and says ""It's only the girl.""
+I can hear a man saying that he's a lawyer and will be filing something with the courts if they don't show a warrant or let the bus go. I sit on the can and shake. The girl pats me on the head and says I'll be OK now. Once the bus gets to rolling again I go back to my seat and finally get some sleep.
+In my dreams I was chased by faceless angry hoards of gyspsies. They were led by a toothless hag yelling for me to stop so that they can repent me. In my dream I stumbled and fell. Just as the hoard was about to set on me I was shaken awake.
+The girl who has saved my bacon when the bus got stopped was in the seat in front of me. ""Hey. The driver says we're stopping for dinner. You've been asleep all day so we decided to wake you and buy you dinner.""
+""Oh, I appreciate it, but I'm not hungry."" She was a pretty girl; I figured she was close to eighteen but no older than that. ""I never did thank you for what you did when those guys stopped us back there. I owe you my life.""
+""Don't go getting all dramatic now. We all knew they weren't after you for breaking the law. The lawyer guy told them they couldn't even come on the bus without a warrant. While he stalled them I joined you. I was scared when the lady cop looked in though.""
+""You weren't the only one. I was ready to jump down into the john.""
+When the bus stopped for dinner, I went to the gift shop of the truck stop and bought a new shirt. I went to the bathroom and got cleaned up. I wanted to call Eric or Homer, but I didn't dare. They had to have figured out by now that I had left town, and I didn't want them to even have a clue where I was going.
+I got back on the bus and soon we were back on the road. More than a day later I was standing in front of the address that Homer had given me. For a few minutes I thought there might be a mistake. Why was I standing in front of Happy Hill Retirement Village? It looked more like a hospital than a village, and the few residents I could see looked less than happy.
+I went in and found a sour faced receptionist. She looked at me like I might track dog shit all over her clean couch, even though I was wearing new clothes and was freshly bathed; I had checked into a hotel and showered and put on fresh duds after arriving in town.  
+""May I help you?"" she asked. Her voice conveyed the same distaste as her demeanor.
+""Yes. Can you direct me to Florina Neasceu?""
+She got a funny look on her face and then called someone to the front desk. A few minutes later a guy in blue scrubs came down and the receptionist pointed at me.
+""I'm Daniel one of the orderlies here. You asked to see Florina?""
+""Yes I did. I believe she can help me with a problem I'm having.""
+He looked puzzled but then gestured for me to follow him. He led me down a long hallway to a room. ""She's over in that far corner,"" Daniel told me as he pointed.
+I crossed the room that was full of drooling senior citizens. By the smell most of them were soiled. I wondered at the fact that they had just sent me in here without cleaning anyone up.
+I got to the corner the guy had pointed to and found a woman that looked as if she had been mummified already. ""The Bitch"" stared blankly at the wall and didn't even notice that I was there. I moved closer and in front of her. If she saw me she gave no indication.
+""Florina? Allow me to introduce myself. I am Chris Frost, but you might know me as DirtyCharlz."" I watched for any glimmer of recognition but saw none. I leaned in closer, ""Look. I don't know if you are in there, but I am not a sinner. I write stories, and quite a few people seem to like them. There is a man in California who lives for the stories I write. Your curse failed! I escaped town alive, and I'll be out of Connecticut by morning. So take your curse off. I beat you!""
+There wasn't even a sign that she knew she was alive, let alone that I was speaking to her. I got up and returned to Daniel. ""Can I ask you a question?""
+""Sure,"" he said.
+""Is the whole catatonic thing an act of hers or did she just get that way?""
+""She's been lie that since I started work here in 1998,"" he said. ""We roll her there every morning, she get gets antsy if we put her anywhere else.""
+""Then how does she send nasty e-mails to people?""
+He looked puzzled again so I told him about the e-mails and how my friend had traced them to her. Suddenly a light went on in his head and he said, ""Follow me.""
+We rode an elevator to a series of locked hallways. We got to a door and Daniel opened a small window in the door. ""Come here Edna,"" he said through the window.
+""Fuck you sinner!"" came the reply from the other side of the door.
+He looked at me with a half assed grin, ""Meet Edna Chase; Happy Hill's scariest resident."" He looked into the window as far as he could and said, ""Edna, there's someone here to meet you.""
+From the other side I heard a loud female voice say ""No way sinner! And whoever is with you is a sinner too! You need to repent sinners.""
+""Crazy bitch,"" he said under his breath. ""Edna, did you make an e-mail account for Florina?""
+""She's a sinner! You're a sinner. Repent! Repent God damn you! Fucking repent now for my lord is coming to smite your faggot ass!""
+He closed the window and called another guy over. ""Tell Dr. Mortimer that Edna's been on the computers again sending e-mail. He needs to up her meds."" The other guy nodded his head and Daniel led me back out to the lobby.
+He told me about Edna sneaking into offices and sending e-mail to people. ""We try to keep her away from computers, but sometimes she slips by and uses one or lifts someone's smartphone. She really likes going onto erotic fiction sites and leaving anonymous nasty comments about the stories on them. We'll see to it that you don't receive any more from her.""
+I went out of the building and felt stupid that I had ever thought I was cursed. I walked down the street to my hotel and made my plans to get on with my life. I wasn't sure if DirtyCharlz would write any more stories. If he did, the protagonist wasn't going to fuck any married women, you know; just in case.
+Epilogue
+It's been almost a year since I fled my hometown. I have relocated three times just to be sure that I wasn't being tracked. After meeting ""The Bitch"" in Connecticut, I settled in Virginia for a short while. Then I spent a few months in Tennessee. I finally settled in Reno Nevada. I found a guy who would help me get my plumber's certifications and license as well as a great job. I work for him when I'm not in school, and he lets me have a company truck to drive since I don't have my own car just yet.
+I have talked to Eric and Homer a few times. The first time was right before I moved from Virginia. I rode a bus to Pittsburg and called Eric. He filled me in on the happenings since I left, and then I rented a car and drove to Philadelphia and called Homer.
+The next time I called was when I was moving from Tennessee. I flew to Miami and called Eric. The news he gave me made me realize I didn't have to run anymore. I told him I'd get ahold of him when I had settled in to my new place.
+Now that I am in Reno I talk to him quite often. He and his girlfriend are going to fly out to see me at Thanksgiving. I talk to Homer quite often too. He's afraid of travel so if I want to see him I'll have to go back to Colorado.
+So what happened to all of the people in Colorado? Sherriff Dale got his ass fired, divorced and arrested in the span of a week. It seems that Homer had told my story to a chat buddy of his that just happened to work for the FBI.
+When the county commissioners heard of the pending investigation they fired him to limit the county's exposure. Denise was also let go for inappropriate behavior. Elise managed to throw some salt on Dale's wounds by filing for divorce. He was served as he walked out of the commissioners' conference room after being fired. She told him that she had met somebody and wanted to divorce rather than carry on an affair. I was happy that she'd found someone else. She deserves to be happy.
+My insurance company investigated the burning of my house. When it was discovered to be arson, the Colorado Bureau of Investigation was called in. Within three days they had arrested nine of the twelve men who chased me all over the town that day. The other three later turned themselves in and turned state's evidence. Denise also testified against the Sherriff and his make shift posse. None of them will be out of prison for at least a decade.
+It also came out that the whole thing started because Jennifer's husband didn't trust her. He'd had cameras all over his house so he got all of the ladies' planning and a lot of video from that night. He copped a plea bargain for inciting a riot. None of the husbands divorced the ladies, but Janet's hubby was heard to ask for the video.
+I got a nice settlement from my insurance company for my house, and a nicer one from the county, but nobody ever found my car. Nobody seemed to know what happened to it. I began looking all over to see if I could find another like it, but so far I've had no luck.
+Tonight my boss called me into his office. ""Chris, I hate to do this, but I can't let you keep that company truck anymore. The insurance company had a fit and threatened to cancel my policy. I'm sorry, but here's a few bucks for a cab. We'll see about finding you some transportation tomorrow.""
+Somehow he didn't see all that upset. I took the money and went outside to walk to the bus stop. I figured I could stretch the money more by riding the bus. As I turned to walk up the side walk someone whistled behind me. I turned to see a turquoise 1967 Cadillac ElDorado parked at the curb. It was a spitting image of my car. I stare for a moment until I realize there's also a woman standing there in a pimp hat and carrying a pimp cane. She was also wearing a faux-fur coat.
+""Whoa..er um.. What the fuck?""
+""Come on Chris. Is that anyway to talk to an old friend?""
+""Eric told me where you were. I got your car and had it fixed up for you, and I figured I'd deliver it and your other prize from home.""
+I couldn't believe it. My car was here, all in one piece. I looked at the woman in the pimp hat and asked, ""So what is my other prize?""
+""It's me silly,"" She opened the coat to show me that there was only a small pair of panties on underneath. ""You are all I have thought about this past year. I have waited for countless nights to hear word of you. You did a fine job of staying hidden. I even hired a PI to find you. I just had to see you again, plus, you owe me!""
+""I owe you?""
+""Yes, you were supposed to meet me at the library. You never showed up so I never got to have the talk with you that I had planned.""
+""I do have a pretty good excuse for standing you up. You see, there were these guys, and they had these guns, and they...""
+I didn't finish my excuse because at that point Elise grabbed my face and kissed me like she was starving. We were still kissing when my boss came out and said. ""Damn, when you find transportation you find transportation. You can give me the ten bucks back tomorrow, or next week. I've already given you the rest of the week off. But lady, I do need him back in one piece next week.""
+""We'll share him,"" she said. ""I guess you can have his days if I can have him the rest of the time.""
+. Maybe it's time for DirtyCharlz to start writing romance stories. I think I'll have plenty of inspiration. I might even have the time, who knows."
+95,FAWC 1: My Lady,MSTarot,Chain Stories,2013-06-05,2013-06-05,2022-01-08 03:49:03,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/fawc-1-my-lady,A writer's BDSM fantasies come true.,"['Bdsm', 'Discipline', 'Dom', 'Power Play', 'Spanking', 'Sub', 'Whipping']",4.43,"_(Moderator's Note: This story is a submission to the first Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on June 22nd, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each of the stories in this challenge are centered around the common theme of the main character being an author who then experiences the erotic and/or unusual events he or she writes about. There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.)_
+(Author's Note: This story involves the themes of BDSM, a D/s relationship, and May/December relationship.)
+* * * *
+""So what do you think?""
+When my friend Cory's mouth kinda quirks over to the side a bit I feel the sudden knife in the gut.
+""Well..."" he says leafing back a few pages.""This part here was...good.""
+He gives a shrug that disembowels me. With a sigh I sit back in the chair and wash my face with my hands. A second sigh gives me the courage to speak.
+""Okay, what's wrong with it? Give it to me straight I can take it. Not like it's my first bad review."" I grab my beer and kill half of it just to wash away a sudden foul taste.
+Cory takes a deep breath and lets the copy of my BDSM story, 'Birdie on the Ninth Hole', flip back to the front cover. I had asked him to give it a read before I tried to post it. He wipes his fingertips after touching it, not a good sign. The look he gives me is part grimace, part sympathy. Like you would show to a slow child unable to master Patty Cake.
+""John...have you ever really...I mean really been around the BDSM scene?"" At my slow head shake he sighs. ""What did you use for research for this?""
+""Internet,"" I shrug. ""Few porn sites, then a couple of story sites.""
+His hand comes up to rub his eyes then he pinches the bridge of his nose.
+""John, that's like walking into the kitchen of a French restaurant and trying to cook because you watched Julia Child once or twice."" his hand go to his wrist and he rotates the leather cuff on his right arm.
+""That's why I printed you out a copy! I figured you could tell me where I got it right. What I did wrong."" I gesture to the bracelet. ""I mean you're into all that leather and bondage stuff!""
+Again the slow child look. Then a deep sigh.
+""Okay."" He looks at the stapled together copy. ""Well to begin with, lets take the main characters. The girl Juliet? She's... well... rather weak.""
+""She's the sub!""
+""Exactly my point! A sub that weak? Bullshit!"" He twists the top off his beer and takes a sip. He skins his lips back off his teeth in a strange half grin. ""Nah. Not happening.""
+""Why not? She's a person that needs someone to tell her what to do and how to do it."" I shake my head. ""I don't see what's wrong with her?""
+""That's the problem,"" Cory says with a shake of his head. ""You don't see what's wrong with her but anyone in the Lifestyle will take one look at this and want to retch. Then beat the ever living hell out of you! I mean take the Dom...he's a flat out sadistic bastard! He spends half this story all but raping her into submission! Jesus, John! He was a bit on the whacked side even before he got her chained to the wall of his... 'dungeon'...but after that? Holy shit! Honestly now I know I've read some of your stuff that's a bit dark but... you were channeling some serious inner demons into this.""
+""He's the Dom, Cory! He can't be sweetness and flowers. This isn't a story about virgins and unicorns, this is a hard core whip her till she bleeds bondage story!""
+""No! No, no, no! This is the story of a guy about to do twenty to life for kidnapping, rape and NonConsentual sodomy with a golf club!"" Cory stops and just gives me a look.
+I shrug.
+""Okay I'll admit the golf club was a bit much.""
+He continues to give me the same look.
+""Alright, alright I get it,"" I say reaching for my story.
+""No you don't."" He places his finger in the dead center of the paper and stops me from sliding it. ""You don't get... IT. This is exactly the kind of...sorry... 'Crap'... that people living the Lifestyle are trying to get people to stop writing. This makes all of us look like we're the bastard children of the Marquis de Sade and Susan Atkins.""
+I sit back and shrug.
+""Well I gave it a try."" I pick up my beer but find it empty. ""You want another?""
+""Sure. Look, I'm not saying don't write these kind of stories but you are going to have to do some serious research to get it right."" his voice follows me out the room.
+Closing the fridge I walk back and hand him his beer. Sitting down I roll mine across my forehead.
+""What you recommend? I call a Dominatrix. 'Yes this is James Perl I'm doing research on whipping and flogging can you work me in an interview?' I would like too keep a whole skin on my back."" I pop the top and start to take a sip. That's when I notice he's just looking at me with the strangest look. ""What?""
+""You really have no idea..none...about what S&M and Dom and Sub play is about."" Cory tilts his head back and looks up at the slow loop of the ceiling fan. ""Okay. Look I'll help.""
+""You will? That's great. What do I need to change?"" I go to grab the printed copy again.
+His foot comes up and his boot heel traps the paper to my coffee table.
+""Change? No, burn and get ready to start over."" Cory slides his boot off at the look I'm giving him. He knows how I feel about feet on the table. ""Look, Saturday night is Fetish Night down at Sacrament. Now while that's not the same thing as what your writing about, we do get more than a few Subs and Doms. Let me make a phone call and see if one I know is coming. If she is I know she can explain it to you better than I can.""
+""She?"" I ask.
+""""Yes she,"" he says.
+""So she's a sub?"" I ask.
+Again that slow child look.
+""My god do you have a lot to learn.""
+* * * *
+When I shut off my car's engine I can hear the music as a low drone rising up from the inside of the club. As I open the car door it peeks and rises to a higher tone then sinks back down into the depths just seconds latter. On the whole it does nothing to ease the case of nerves I've been sporting since Wednesday.
+Looking over I see a row of rather sinister looking motorcycles. Not the nice bright pretty type you see in herds out touring on warm days. More the hunting packs that carry leather and denim clad riders into the blackness.
+As that thought comes to me I reach into my pocket and pull out my little flip pad. A quick bit of pencil word and I have it recorded. Walking as I write I almost run into Cory.
+""Put that away notebook boy,"" he says with a shake of his head. ""You're going to have to work on remembering what you hear. Some of the people here tonight might take exception to your jotting down notes in your little book. Plus it makes you look like a total spazz.""
+I let my eyes drop to the black construction boots, then up to the leather pants he's wearing. The sleeveless black shirt with the screen print of the Boyscout rope tying merit badge, printed as big as a dinner plate, across his chest. When my eyes reach his face I quirk an eyebrow.
+""I look like a spazz? You look like you escaped from the casting couch for Wayne's World."" Glancing over at the row of bikes I see Cory's now, tucked away at the end like it's afraid it might get eaten. ""So just which Motorcycle gang is visiting tonight?""
+Cory takes a deep breath through his teeth.
+""First they are called clubs not gangs. Second they are called the 'Wicked Nights'....and they are all ladies."" He glances around quickly, like he's afraid he was overheard.
+""A women club? That is cool!"" I start to look around but he catches my chin and I'm suddenly turned to look in his eyes.
+""Look John, this is kind of a private thing. Fetish night here. For the most part people that come to the Sacrament keep it a bit hush hushed. Don't...I repeat DON'T act like it's your first time here.""
+A bit puzzled I move my chin back from his fingers.
+""Okay, but why?"" I ask.
+Cory sighs.
+""Remember when we went to see Rocky Horror...I gave you the same advice. You didn't listen. Well lets just say this will be a bit worse than that."" He glances back at the red doors to the bar. ""Now come on.""
+With the misgiving growing by the second I follow him in.
+There really should be someone from Department of Wildlife here to collect the gorilla at the front door. He looks at my ID like he's about to eat it. Holding it an inch off his nose if not closer. When he gives it back to me there is a look to his beady eyes like he still don't believe my age. I can't help that I don't look twenty two.
+Then we are through the door and suspicious primates fall from my thoughts.
+""Holy shit,"" I say in a soft whisper. Cory's elbow catches my ribs in a soft tap. I do my best to act like nothings nothing as I follow him to a table.
+But I mean really. Just how often do you see a topless woman having sparks sprayed across her from a leather glad man? The grinder he's holding is making a horrid squealing as he runs it across one of the metal bars of the cage she is in.. A huge fountain of sparks shoots out to pepper her breasts with each pass. The girl gives a little flinch but from what I can see is making no sound.
+Not that I could tell. The music, a mixture of pure bass and fingernails on a blackboard, is a chest vibrating overtone to the whole place. Only that demon howl from the grinder is louder.
+Then a sound from the stage to my right goes even louder than the grinder..
+The man in the wooden stocks is wearing a leather mask that covers most of his head. Zippers hide his eyes and mouth. What they don't hide is the harsh gasping for air! It a sudden sound he's making every few seconds.
+Right after the riding crop hits his bare ass!
+""Cory, so far this isn't convincing me that what I wrote is wrong,"" I say loudly by his head. I hate that I have to lean so close to his ear to be heard. It looks almost like I'm leaning in to kiss him.
+""This is fetish. You were trying to write BDSM. That a horse whip of a different color,"" he says pulling out his chair and sitting down.
+The music dies down and I hear a deep moan from the girl in the cage.
+""Not from where I'm sitting,"" I say looking away from her pain filled face with a sympathetic grimace.
+He's about to answer me, with maybe a bit of heat, when he looks over my head and a grin appears. Fearing the worst I spin my head, quickly enough to make it pop, but all I see is a rather plain looking woman walk in the door.
+""That's Clare. She's the woman I told you about,"" says Cory holding up his hand till she see him. She gives a smile and a nod.
+""She...she's a Dom?"" I do a double take. ""She looks like Fran Drescher with short hair!""
+His eyes snap back to me.
+""Dear god in heaven don't let her hear you say that!"" The panic to his tone brings back the nerves.
+""To late,"" says a soft voice behind me.
+As I glance back my eyes meet hers and are caught. They have to be contacts! No one has eyes that gray. It like a dull steel rimed in white. Frost white, like snow rime on metal. I get a feeling that they can get just as cold, but after a second she tilts her head and a quirk of a grin appears.
+""You promise not to call me Fran...I'll refrain from calling you Tony Danza."" Her eyes flit to Cory ""All he need is the yellow shirt that says Taxi.""
+My good friend...my best friend... the guy that knows me better than anyone and knows how much I hate...hate with a damn passion that description... start to laugh his fucking ass off!
+When I look away from him in disgust and back to her those cold steel eyes are on me. They all but spear me to the chair.
+""Deal?"" she asks. Her voice, thank god, doesn't match the face. More of a throaty purr than a nasally whine.
+I nod.
+With a smile she looks to Cory and his laughter dies. She grabs a chair and turns it to the side. She sits down so that her arm rests on the back and her fingers rest under her chin.
+""So this is the writer that want to write about our little way of life."" She looks from him to me. ""He told me that you needed a lot of help or that you were going to.. 'muck it up'... is I believe is how you put it.""
+Cory nods. He takes one look at the expression on my face and gets to his feet.
+""I want a beer. Can I get you anything Clare?"".
+She looks at him with those curious eyes and nods.
+""Yes you can.""
+Her gaze comes back to me.
+""What would you like?"" He asks then almost flinches back when she turns to look at him. A single lifted eyebrow and he's off to the bar in a scurry.
+She turns back to me.
+""Cory is sweet but a bit badly trained. Now he said your name is John. Is that Correct?"" she asks.
+With the sudden feeling that I'm filling out a application for a job interview I nod, wet my lips and try to give a confident smile.
+""Yes...John Perl. I'm wanting...""
+""I know what you're wanting John Perl,"" her voice that soft purr. ""You're wanting to know about what it's like to hold a whip and make a Sub beg. Yes? What makes a Dom tick so that you can put all that into your writings. Let me ask you something John Perl...does your choice of trying to write BDSM have anything to do with a certain group of books about...shades and grey?""
+I look away a bit shame faced. Her chuckle is only half heard as the music start to play again. She leans into towards me.
+""It's quite alright to want to ride on the coat tails of success John Perl. If your intent is to publish the very best novels you can...but if money is your motive. Well to quote one off my favorite actors. 'Greed is for Amateurs'. Is that what you are John Perl? Or do you make some claim to professionalism?""
+A slow burn joins the embarrassment in lighting my face. I'm about to stand up and walk out when I look up and her eyes catch me. Those steel points, like arrow heads or daggers, cut through flesh to pierce bone. I can all but feel her gaze in my marrow.
+""I want to be."" I swallow. ""A professional writer. I'm trying.""
+She must be able to read my lips. Either that or she's just grinning at my discomfort. Her head turn, the club lights catching the white frosted tips of her dark hair making her look haloed. I see her following the weaving path Cory is taking back to us. She eyes the drink in Cory's hand for a second.
+The music drops into one of it lulls so I catch her words.
+""What brought you to the conclusion that I was in a mood for Jägermeister?"" She asks the question sweetly but no smiles touches her lips. I see just the hint of her pink tongue come out to lick her black lipstick.
+Cory swallows.
+""I asked the Bartender if he knew what you general drink. He said you order this every Saturday.""
+A moment passes without her blinking. Then a slow smile of pleasure just hints around her lips.
+""Good boy. Thank you. Sit,"" she says with a gesture towards the empty chair.
+Like a well trained dog Cory quickly slides back into his chair.
+Her eyes turn back to me after her first sip of the licorice flavored alcohol.
+""I don't much care to waste my time with dilettantes. If you truly are serious about this I will put you on the right path. Are you John Perl?"" she asks.
+Talking a deep breath I give a nod.
+As she is about to speak the music rises again. She shifts an annoyed glance towards the stage. The man being whipped has been replaced by a another man. He is making far more noise than the first. The girl in the cage is still getting peppered with hot sparks, she is really moaning now as new sparks hit older burns. A flash of something crosses her eyes as she takes in the pain being administered to these two people.. When she looks back to me those eyes gouge chunks out the marrow in frozen bits. When she leans in I want to flinch back.
+""It is too loud in here for the discussion I wish to have. Finish your drink, then you're going to follow me home. I have my Sub coming over for a late supper. You will be joining me. I'll help you with your writing.""
+That pink tongue comes out to lick her lips just as the glass with the dark liquid touches the shiny black.
+* * * *
+What I was expecting I don't know but as I shut of the motor to my car in front of a rather ordinary Garden Home I find myself confused.
+For some reason I was picturing her living in some kind of black painted church or maybe a half run down hotel up on a hill.
+I must say the roses that flank the door are lovely. The cast iron cauldron filled with glass pebbles and solar lights adds a bit of the proper touch but not so much as to seem out of place.
+As I walk up Clare's sidewalk she turns the key in the lock then stops and turns to look at me.
+""Rules. Yes there needs to be a few rules. When my Sub arrives you will direct all questions you might want to ask her to me. In other words I don't want you to speak to her,"" she smiles at the look on my face. ""Yes I said her. Her name is Tosha and she has been my Sub for over two years. She will not speak or answer you unless I direct her to, which I will not. Now can you accept that?""
+""Yes,"" I say simply.
+""Good. Welcome to my home then, John Perl."" She opens the door and gestures me to enter.
+Okay the inside is a bit more what I thought to see but still not over the top. There is a painting of a naked woman in a collar on the main living room wall and I see crossed riding crops under it. But other than that it could be any typical home in the suburbia... with a bit of a dark goth overtone.
+Slightly..no hell a lot more than slightly... nervous I make my way to the chair she points to. I continue to look around without trying to be nosy.
+The plants are real I note and even look like the leaves are regularly dusted. The book shelf contains a mixture of many different genres of fiction and reference novels.
+When Clare folds her legs under her and settle into the couch she could be any Suzy Homemaker. A large cat with a black patch of fur over one eye comes across the room and hops up next to her with a meow.
+""This is Pirate. Him you can talk to but I don't think his answers would be of much use to you. Although if he could speak English what he could tell you about the goings on here would fill volumes."" She gives me a quick grin, then shrugs unapologetic. ""Now, you have questions?""
+""Yes."" My hand start to the small notebook in my pocket then I make it stop. ""Um...what got you started in the 'Lifestyle? I think that's what Cory called it?""
+Good a place as any to start I guess.
+""Yes, that's it's name. At least among most of the people that play. Well I was your typical vanilla late teen. I was enjoying a rather plain sex life with a series of boyfriends. Then I got more than a few too many in me one night and woke up with my wrist tied to a bed. The man sleeping next to me was a Switch. Do you know what that means?""
+""Someone that is both Dom and Sub?"" I say more than ask. There is a little note in my book about them so I remember what that is.
+""Yes. He untied me at my asking, then proceeded to ask me to tie him up. That left me blinking and my jaw on the floor to say the least."" She chuckles a deep dark sound. ""So I tied him up. Then fled.""
+I smile picturing that.
+""When did he get lose?"" I ask still smiling.
+""When I got to feeling bad about it and went back to untie him. Say about four hours."" Her gray eyes take on an unfocused look that tell me she's looking more into the past than at me. ""I thought he would be mad, that I had left him there that long,but he was rock hard and more turned on than I had ever made any man.""
+""He got excited by being tied up and helpless?"" I blink. ""So he was really more of a Sub?""
+Clare smiles.
+""No. At least no more than everyone else in the world is."" Her fingers run through the cat's fur, the deep belly purr from him is loud enough that I can hear it across the room.  
+""You think everyone in the world is a Sub?"" I ask confused.
+""Of course.""
+""I'm not a Sub,"" I say with as much confidence as I'm managed tonight.
+""Yes you are!"" Her tone is amused. ""When you work any job for 'pay' your Boss is the Dom. He uses reward, be it praise or monetary, to get you to behave. When that fails he will use threat of termination to make you do more. Sometimes more than you ever thought you would agree to do. We are a society of Subs and Doms, John Perl.""
+""Why do you keep calling me by my full name?"" I ask not at all liking the images of all the things that former bosses have made me do when it comes washing though my thoughts.
+Clare smiles. Maybe the first truly full smile I've see from her tonight.
+""I like the sound of it.""
+""Should I call you Clare...or is your title Mistress?"" I ask then instantly regret the question.
+""I've been called worse."" Her tone goes suddenly cold. ""My Dom title is My Lady, but only my Subs may call me that.""
+I nod.
+""I understand..."" I start to say.
+""NO, you do not. You're simply agreeing without thought. Do you know why I only allow my Subs to use that title? It's a Key.""
+""A Key?"" I ask.
+""Yes. To the dark part of me."" her eyes have taken on that icy steel look again. ""We all have one. That dark part to our souls that makes us question whether we are good or evil. Most people hide it away in a shadowy corner of their minds. They fear it, fear it might get lose and be dangerous to someone that they care about. Hurt someone...even a stranger.""
+She slides forward and her legs swing out from under her. Her face has taken on a almost harsh look around her eyes.
+""Sounds a bit like a vicious dog doesn't it? It's a lot like that in fact. Now being a Dom...is learning how to train that dog till it's safe off the leash. Safe around little kids even.""
+I hear the door open behind me. When I turn to look I see a woman in a blue to nearly black business suit come in. She looks at me for a half second then smiles at Clare.
+""Good evening Tonya. When you're ready see to dinner."" Clare gestures towards a closed door.
+""Yes my Lady.""
+Her voice is soft, respectful. It carries with it though the tone of a person use to talking...well I guess down too others... might be a way of putting it. I watch the woman walk to the door and vanish into the room it conceals. I catch a half look at dark paneled walls and a large bed.
+When I look back Clare's eyes are much closer and they are hard.
+""Even with a tame dog,"" her eyes bore into me. ""It isn't safe to mess with it's food.""
+Swallowing I sit back in my chair as far as I can.
+I see a slow grin touch her lips.
+""I'm playing with you John Perl."" She sits back. ""There is nothing in this house you can't look at to your hearts content. A least for tonight's scene.""
+""Scene?"" I ask.
+""Yes. That's what a lot of us call it when we play. A scene...like in a movie. It has a beginning, a middle, then an end."" She glances towards the door. ""Some like to play 24/7 but I don't.""
+""Why not?"" I ask then turn my head when I hear the door open. My yaw drops as Tonya walks back out wearing just a collar. I can see the marks her clothes have left in her bare skin. Imprint lines from bra and panties, mare the otherwise perfection of smooth skin.
+At a finger snap I look quickly back to Clare. She grins at the look on my face.
+""Bills have to be payed, jobs have to be gone to. You can't spend all day naked and tied to a bed, John Perl."" Clare gets to her feet. ""Come, join me in the dining room while Tonya fixes our dinner.""
+The patchy eyed cat leads the way, but I have a hard time keeping my eyes off Tonya as she crosses the room to stand ,head down, in front of Clare. Fran Drescher's stunt double looks over her Sub for a second then nods. I watch the beautiful curves of the nude woman's ass as Tonya walks out the room and I guess into the kitchen.
+As she pulls out her chair Clare gives me a look that speaks volumes. She knows the affect that her Sub just had on me. There is a tolerant lack of interest from her.
+""What next?"" she ask then. ""Most people want to know about the pain, the whips and such.""
+""Yea. Um... why all that? Why not just have normal sex?""
+""Define normal?"" Her nails tap the top of the table. The lace doilies not making the sound any less than a pistol crack. ""Man and a woman in bed? Missionary position? Maybe some light oral on her part to get him hard for the big night of pleasure?""
+I reluctantly nod.
+""Pain has uses. It's like Alcohol, it removes inhibitions. Some use it to gain tighter control. To me that's always felt a bit crude. After all if you need a whip and a chair your not with a Sub but with a... circus act."" Her eyes go to the vase of cut roses in the center of the table. She moves it to the side a bit so we're not talking so much around it. ""Pain is for correcting bad behavior. The worse the behavior the worse the pain needed to remind the Sub not to do something. At least that's the general theory that I hear so often spoken.""
+""But doesn't it hurt? I mean not the Sub I know it hurts her..I mean the Dom? To have to inflict...what amounts to torture on someone that's...well kind of a friend. I guess you would have to see your Sub as a friend?""
+""Not always."" Clare takes a deep breath. ""What do parents tell their child just before they spank them? This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you.""
+I nod.
+""It's a similar feeling,"" she says.
+I sit silent thinking about that. I can hear pans being moved around and refrigerator doors being opened in the kitchen. That a woman is in there naked still has me half hard just thinking about it.
+""So a Sub is like a child to you?""
+Clare grimaces.
+""I don't like that analogy but I guess I made you think of it with what I said. No and yes. They are like a child in only that they have to be watched for bad behavior and they need to be corrected when it occurs. BUT....!""
+I sit up a bit startled by her tone.
+""Make no mistake. No Dom wants a Child! That destruction of innocence is left to the pedophilia freaks. It has no place in the 'Lifestyle'."" She glances toward the painting on the wall. ""We get enough bad press.""
+Following her gaze I see that this painting, like the one in the living room, has to do with BDSM. The beautiful quality of the art work seems strange given the subject matter. The woman, clearly oriental, is intricately tied up.
+""That's by Yoji Muku. He was Japaneses artist. I got him to sign that for me just weeks before he died."" Looking back at her I see those eyes are again unfocused. ""His gallery opening were always controversial here in the U.S.""
+When Tonya walks out the kitchen a carrying a tray my eyes go to her. Naked woman or picture of naked woman? Not a lot of decision there.
+As I watch she serves first Clare, then with her eyes down cast myself. When the glasses have been filled she kneels down by her Dom's side, her knees on the hardwood floor.
+Paying her Sub no mind Clare unfold a napkin then take a sip of the wine. When she slowly chews a bite of her dinner she turns and gives a little nod.
+Tonya bows her head.
+""Thank you, my Lady.""
+As I watch she get to her feet and hurries back into the room she first went into.
+""Uh-hum!"" Comes the sound across the table. Looking back to Clare I see her smile.
+""Questions. Remember?"" She says with a grin.
+""Ah... yea. Ah... safe words. I've heard that Subs use them to keep from being really hurt. I want to know if all people in the BDSM community use them?"" I lift a fork full of what's in front of me then look down as the wonderful flavors flood my mouth. I have to take a sip of wine as a bit of heat touches my tongue. ""This is delicious!""
+""Yes. She's a good cook. Curried Chicken is one of my favorites that she makes."" She slowly chew a second bite to nothing before answering. ""Safe words huh?""
+She places her fork next to her plate. Then sighs.
+""There are many in the Community that would call me out for this. I don't believe in them. If a Dom is being that unobservant to their Sub, then they probably need some more time as a Sub themselves. You do not hurt your Sub!"" she waves off the words I'm about to say. ""I'm not talking pain, I mean physical injury. Agony to the point the human body can not enjoy it.""
+""Enjoy the pain?"" I ask.
+She grins.
+""Ever had a toothache? Couldn't stop touching it with your tongue could you?'""She smiles at the look on my face. ""How about when you go to a gym? You hurt when you first get started then the pain fades and it feels good. Then when you're done it really hurts....but you go back for more. Yes?""
+I nod accepting what she's saying.
+""Why?"" she asks smiling.
+I sigh.
+""Because I enjoy a good work out,"" I answer.
+""Exactly.""
+Looking up I see Tonya walk back out. She is dressed as she was when she got here. The dark business suit looks far to conservative given that I know what color her nipples are.
+Clare gets up and walks to her.
+""My guest says your cooking is delicious. Thank you.""
+With a smile and a nod Tonya steps into the hug that Clare offers. When she goes out the door Clare sits back down and starts to eat. After a moment I have to ask.
+""Where did she go?"" I do a couple of directing glances between Clare and the front door. ""Was that it?""
+""She went home.""
+""But .. but you didn't do anything,"" I protest.
+""Yes we did. I know you saw her, your eyes hardly left her.""
+""Yea she got naked but... you didn't... punish her!"" I gesture towards the painting. ""Tie her up or anything like that!""
+""Why should I have? She did every thing perfectly. You're enjoying your dinner are you not? Wasn't everything delicious? Did she burn anything...undercooked it? No. If you went into the kitchen you would find it to be sparklingly clean. She didn't even hesitate to get undressed with you here, a total stranger. She was the model Sub. Why should I punish her?""
+A dozen thoughts conflict for a second. I toss most of them out and go for the most obvious.
+""For the fun and sexual pleasure of it."" I gesture again to the wall painting.
+Clare shakes her head.
+""She wasn't in the mood for that."" With a grin flirting about her lips she sits back in her chair. Her eyes are traveling about my face taking in far more of the inner thoughts behind my eyes than I would normally tell. The frank evaluation of it angers me a bit.
+""How could you tell?"" I demand.
+The grin becomes a true smile.
+""Because she didn't burn your dinner.""
+* * * *
+Over the next two week I find myself having to do a complete revaluation of what I think of as BDSM. Images of floggings and women tied to posts fall away to a more sophisticated understand of Power and Dominance. That a single lifted eyebrow, a word given with just an ounce more tone can be as shocking as a whip.
+Clare has me coming over to her place to talk and observe...frequently. Odd calls at even odder hours have me hurrying over there to watch and try to learn. The interplay between her and her Sub at times can get far more intensive than what I saw that first night. They always seem to walk a thin line to my eyes. Like Tonya is a perfectly trained creature but with that hidden urge to run at any second. Images of wild mustangs and great cats pepper my thoughts while watching her...and of course I do watch her.
+She naked more often than not.
+Clare handles her 'wildness' with the skills of a falconer.
+I slowly come to understand that with that skilled touch Clare allows Tonya to fill her need to be subservient.
+Talking with Clare, either when Tonya is not there or with her there but ignored, I learn about her Sub. Tonya is a rather respected business woman. Runs a SBA loan company that handles large loans to first time business owners. During the day she manages people from every tier of social power. Constantly stressed from telling others how to do and what to do had driven her to a ragged edge. Then she met Clare.
+Coming here several times a week. Cooking dinner, cleaning house, allowing herself to be all but a plaything to the whims of her Dom. It had given her a relief valve on life.
+""Being a Sub was cheaper than her therapist."" Clare tells me with a soft smile one night at dinner. When I had looked up to the naked woman filling my glass her eyes had dropped quickly to the floor. Then she had half glanced up at me....and winked.
+Clare made her go kneel in the corner for doing it.
+Though Tonya never once spoke to me I came to know her, if anything, more than I did Clare. In her I found maybe some part of myself. A need for...well I don't know what.
+Then, either she got comfortable with me being there or simply horny, I see her do something with all the deliberate planning of a military campaign. She sits a glass down just on the edge of a lace doilies. As she moves away it totters then tips.
+Her eyes follow it all the way to the floor. So do Clare's.
+The glass has the luck to strike the thick carpet under the table and not the hardwood that surrounds it. Still the wine, like thinned blood, splatters the floor in a fan like spray.
+""Excuse me for a moment, John Perl."" The tone change in Clare's voice is awesome to hear. I get shivers run across the back of my neck.
+Rising with a gracefulness like a hunting cat Clare stands. Almost like synchronized swimmers as she rises Tonya sinks.
+""That was careless. You could have broken my glass. What have you to say for yourself?"" Clare demands.
+""My apologies my Lady. It was an accident,"" she says from her knees at Clare's feet. Though not the first time I've heard Tonya speak her words carry a undertone I've not heard. Trembling. I take it at first to be fear then I see her eyes...her face.
+Lust, not fear makes her words shake.
+""There are no accidents. Come."" Clare hooks a finger in Tonya's collar As she starts to lead her towards the bedroom door she glances over her shoulder at me ""You as well John Perl.""
+With a rise in both my heart rate and in my pants I scramble to my feet and follow. I stop at the doorway though. Unsure if I'm truly welcome past it...or if I wish to be welcomed.
+Tonya follows with her total posture changed. Less a tamed animal now she resembles one cringing. As I watch, with a noticeable bulge starting in my pants, Clare moves her to the end of the bed. A simple push and the Sub is face down over the end rail. I see her hands grips the coverlet as Clare runs her fingernails across the curve of her ass.
+My eyes follow those fingers get stuck as I see the parted lips of Tonya's pussy. Clare's foot moves viper quick and Tonya's ankle is struck. The Sub quickly spreads her legs open even further. The lips part to reveal this woman, nearly a stranger, to my gaze. I feel a rising pant for air in my chest and a nervous stirring my belly as I see Clare walk away from her to a large wooden hutch. When it opens I suck in a deep gasp. She turns at the sound her eyes going to mine.
+""Is this more like what you had in mind?"" she asks.
+I give a slow nod.
+The inside of the cabinet is full of brass hooks and hanging from them are every variety of whip, shackle, and device. Some of them so very strange that I have no idea of their purpose. As I watch she takes out two. A long bar with two hooks on it and a pair of leather cuffs. Too large for wrists I quickly pick up that they are for ankles.
+As I watch Clare works with movements that show a great deal of practice. She has the cuffs attached and then the bar between them in a few simple seconds. She then hooks the bar to the bed frame.
+That task done she walks to the head of the bed and picks up a set of fur lined manacle that are hanging decoratively on a hook below yet another erotic piece of art work. Unlike the ones in the rest of the house I have seen this one is positively pornographic in it's details.
+Tonya gives a few whimpering struggles as Clare hooks her hands behind her back. A harsh command though, given in that chilly tone, stills them just as quickly as they started.
+As I watch Clare reached under her pillows I know my eyebrows rise when I see a metal hook attached to a cable appear in her hand.
+When the middle ring, I hadn't noticed till then, is attached to this she puts a foot under the bed and I hear a electric motor wine.
+As I watch Tonya is pulled up onto the bed more till her feet are almost off the floor. Only her toes touch. When the tension looks like it has to be growing horribly painful Clare stops. I feel a sudden sympathy for the girl. The Sub. All she did is drop a glass and here she is stretched out on an almost rack. Her shoulder joints have to be burning. Her most secret parts completely open to the view of a near total stranger.
+That she planned it comes back to me then. She had to have known that Clare...her Lady...would do something like this to her.
+Clare looks over to me, her fingernails drifting across taunt skin. Little red marks appear as she passes out of tanned flesh and onto paler skin.
+""A Dom must be in total control. Of themselves. At all times."" Her eyes drop to the bulge in my pants, then come back up to spear me. ""No matter how excited they become they must never allow it to grow beyond their discipline. A Dom has the power to inflict terrible harm to their Sub. It would take only a few second more and the winch under the bed could dislocate her shoulders.""
+I see her hand come from by her side. A riding crop that till this second had been hidden by her thigh comes up to point at me with all the terror inspiring power of a nun's ruler.
+""And yet for all that you can not have too gentle a hand,"" she says with a soft purr.
+Crack!
+Tonya is struck but I swear I feel it! The Sub gives a whimper but then when a lighter pop lands lightning quick...stifles it.
+""YOU must measure need to Discipline with need to Pleasure. They are equal but you can not let your Sub control which she receives,"" says Clare.
+Crack!
+I watch Tonya squirm herself against the hardwood rail on the end of the bed. Grinding her pubic hair into the glossy wood.
+Clare's voice calls my eyes back to her.
+""The Dom has an obligation to their Sub to train them right. Lack of proper Discipline can make a Sub willful. Can make them to where they misbehave simply to receive that gift of pleasure, despite the pain."" Clare lays a hand on Tonya's back then lets her fingers brush across the two rising red whelps. Her fingers dip between the cheeks of her ass and then slip between the Sub's shiny neither lips. When Clare removes them her fingers are slimy wet.
+Hard to the point of pain, I watch Clare bring her fingers to her mouth and suck them clean like a person eating chicken would. She glances over at me then walks with a determined stride to stand in front of me. Her hand catches my chin forcing my eyes to her face.
+""Are you paying attention to me or to the open cunt before your eyes, John Perl?"" she asks.
+With the smell of sex filling my nose I stare into those steel gray eyes. After a half second I answer.
+""To you,"" I stumble out the words, they trip over both my tongue and teeth.
+""That's good. There will be a quiz after class."" As she moves her hand she lets her finger brush my lips. I feel the slick wetness even before my tongue comes out to taste.
+As my mouth is suddenly awash with that hint of a woman's lust I have an almost over powering desire to cross the room and bury my face between Tonya's wet lips. To drive my tongue as deep into this woman as I can and devour as much of this flavor that now fills my mouth, as I can. I know my breath is coming in a pant as I watch Clare return to her Sub.
+Crack! Crack! Crack!
+The blows continue to land across that beautifully upturned ass till Tonya moans.
+Then Clare punishes her for that.  
+In the coming hour I never truly loose my hard on but it rises to greater then fall to lesser degrees of mahogany. The need for release however also grows. Grows till I'm all but in agony myself.
+Clare works with first the riding crop, then with a slim rubbery paddle. As I watch lust making me sound like a bellows Tonya's ass begins to glow a cherry red. Soon she can no longer hide the whimpers despite the fact that Clare punishes her for then. At some point a trip to the Narnia hutch brings battery toys into play. When Clare crosses to me and hands me a small remote I'm trembling.
+""Here make yourself useful,"" she says.
+Little bigger than a cigarette lighter the thing has only a button and a slide switch. I quickly learn though that's all that is needed.
+As I vary those two controls Tonya begins to issue deep throaty moans. I learn that the button stops them, something that will bring almost immediate response from the woman. A near demanding sound that brings an equally immediate punishment from Clare. The slide raises the intensity of, I'm guessing, the vibration within Tonya from the toy Clare slide inside.
+That I have a woman...a Sub on remote control is almost more than my poor steel hard cock can take. I know from the feel that the tip has leaked enough to smear the inside of my underwear.
+I find myself watching Clare. Like a conductor at work she doesn't make the music she directs it too crescendo. With one hand she frigs Tonya's clit with the other she lands stinging pops from the paddle. At every moan of pleasure there is a sudden screech of pain that follows.
+In the end is a near thing as to who is going to cum first, Tonya...or myself. Or maybe Clare. I've seen a few shivers from her that could be near orgasmic.
+Finally the stimulation, pain and fingering are too much. Tonya screams out around the ball gag Clare fitted her with. The near fury of pops that sound brings on drives her to a second, then a third orgasm just that quickly. The stinging blows stop only when she grows silent, though she continues to cum from what I can see.
+As her Sub shakes and trembles Clare looks at me and smiles. With her hand dripping she lets the paddle drop to the bed next to the whip. When she crosses the room I feel a sudden rise of apprehension. Her hand, fingers glistening, lands palm flat in the middle of my chest. As she pushes I step back then back again. She closes the door behind her then reaches for the remote. She takes it from my nerveless fingers even as pressure from her other hand is guiding me towards her front door.
+""What..what?"" That I'm being directed to leave comes to me in almost a sudden shock.
+She makes me stop just by her door.
+""I want you to know that I have never allowed anyone that doesn't call me 'my Lady' to witness what you have just seen. I tell you this John Perl so that you know just how privileged you have been. I have given you a glimpse into the very heart of my soul. I have shown you the dark part of me that only my Subs get to see.""
+Her hand moves from my chest.
+""We are done, John Perl. You and I. I have nothing left that I will let you learn. I do hope that you put what I have shown you to some good and maybe your writings will be worthy of the effort I have given."" She opens the door behind me.
+Stunned I stand there just looking at her.
+""Good night John Perl...and goodbye.""
+* * * *
+The surreal state lasts for days.
+I wander in a near haze at times through my normal routine. My closest friends begin to worry. Well Cory doesn't. He just watches me with a look and a knowing smile.
+When I had gotten home from Clare's I had simply collapsed onto my bed exhausted. I laid there for only second through when the sex reek of my shirt rose up to me. Bringing the cloth to my nose I breathed in the deep muskiness that Clare's hand had rubbed in. A mixture of smells... sweat, rubber, and over all a woman's heavy scent.
+My cock found my hand and I exploded after only a stroke or two. I pulled the shirt off and buried my nose into it even as I uses that cum to stroke myself hard again. I screamed out my second orgasm much later.
+That I was screaming ""Clare!"" should be no surprise.
+For days that shirt and I are one in the night. Then with a painful slowness the smell begins to fade. I nearly cry when after nearly a week I can not detect even a hint of it. Whether I'm wanting to cry in frustration or relief I don't know. I find myself unable to get the images I saw from my mind. They come to me at odd hours. Only the near brutal amounts of masturbation since then has me not springing hard at those odd times.
+The fire in Clare's eyes as she swung the whip...then the paddle. The cries of Tonya, be they pleasure or pain, both are arousing now in memory. Even the ones that I made her give with that little remote have power now in my memories.
+* * * *
+The keyboard before me sits untouched. The blank screen unblemished by even a single pixel. I lift my hands and then let them fall back into my lap. Ideas flash then die like shooting stars, they blaze by too quickly to see. I know if I could capture them that I could alight the page with their holy fire.
+But I can't.
+Words come to me begging to be written. Pleading with me to take them and use them to my pleasure and for the pleasure of others.
+Yet still I sit. Still the screen remains unblemished. Still the keyboard is untouched.
+My eyes go to the shot glass on my desk. The bottle next to it. More and more this week I seem to be spending my time searching through alcohol fumes for inspiration. All it brings is memories of screams and cracking whips. Lusty grunts, then orgasmic cries.
+Washing my face with my hands I get to my feet. I cross the room to the window and stand looking out into the world. I watch it passing by in the rain. My hand lifts to touch the glass. The condensation from the cold drizzle beads the surface under my finger. Slowly I trace out two words in the droplets. I stare at them.
+Images flash through my thoughts then. Not the familiar ones I've been hoarding but the others. The nights of sitting with Clare at dinner or in her living room after as she explained about her lifestyle. The number of nights that it happened were few but I recall ever second of each.
+The two words I wrote start to cry tears down the glass. I watch them fall unable to decide, unable to write or even to think....no that's a lie. I can think, but only think of the two words.
+I just can't acknowledge that I want to say them.
+Wishing I could cry like the window I crawl into my bed and stare at the ceiling fan. There will be no sleep this night either.
+* * * *
+The Garden Home looks no different. Still modern suburbia. No hint of the woman's...the Dom's life within it's walls has spilled out to the world.
+I'm trembling as I walk to the door. I 'm trembling even harder as I lift my hand to the door.
+Like with the typewriter I can't seem to make it function. So simple a thing. Just knock, yet I can't do it! My hand wont respond.
+Knock.... knock damn you!
+Clare opens the door before me.
+""Hello John Perl,"" she says her gray eyes on my face.
+Her voice rolls out to me those throaty tones sparking memories that I start to push away. Then embrace.
+""Hello...my Lady."""
+96,FAWC 1: The Sisters Cranky,sr71plt,Chain Stories,2013-06-05,2013-06-05,2022-01-08 03:49:05,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/fawc-1-the-sisters-cranky,Getting lost in the sting of purple prose.,"['Bdsm', 'Competition', 'Domination', 'Erotica', 'Fantasy', 'Fawc', 'Horror', 'Incest', 'Lesbian']",3.5,"_(Moderator's Note: This story is a submission to the first Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous but will be revealed on June 22nd, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each of the stories in this challenge is centered around the common theme of the main character being an author who then experiences the erotic and/or unusual events he or she writes about. There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.)_
+ _(Author's Note: This story includes multiple kinky themes. To reveal them at this point would be a story spoiler. They are listed in the tags, if you must have such warnings before you will read a story.)_
+* * * *
+ _. . . deeper, deeper inside her, opening her up, stretching her, moving deeper inside her. Making her moan and writhe. Held tightly to a heaving, virile chest by strong, possessing arms. Turning her head toward his face as he lifted it from the hollow of her neck. Dancing hazel eyes, handsome, chiseled blondness. Full lips. Possessing lips. He took possession of her lips as, moving an arm under her rib cage, he began to move her up and down on his deeply embedded manhood._
+Edith stopped reading when she heard the snort. She knew it would be Ethyl, and when she looked up, she could see that it, indeed, was Ethyl.
+""Whew, is it hot in here or is it just me?"" Ethyl asked in mock consternation. She was fanning herself with a lace handkerchief.
+Edith had placed herself as far away from that woman as she could at the table in the library's meeting room. Ethyl always acted this way at the meetings of the Blackthorn Writer's Guild. Edith didn't know why Ethyl came except to mock her. She didn't know why Ethyl treated her this way. She was published, just as Ethyl was. Well, maybe Ethyl had an agent and a publisher and Edith published herself, but it was all the same to her. They had works available in the marketplace and they had their own special readers.
+And it was all the same to the other women gathered around the table, Edith was sure. Published is published. They had been quite attentive while she'd read from the manuscript that was almost perfect now, the manuscript Edith intended to turn into a Kindle book as soon as she reached home. Mary and Anna certainly had enjoyed the reading. They were both leaning into the table, licking their lips. Meredith was making little puffing noises and her eyes were bugging out. In fact, Edith could clearly see that the woman's hands weren't on the table but were in her lap doing who knows what. Jan was sitting quietly and looking up at the ceiling. But that was just Jan. who ever knew what Jan thought about anything?
+Edith had been writing and publishing her erotic Romance novels herself for years. Why she'd made nearly $3,000 last year from her e-books. That was nothing to spit it. It had gotten her—and Ethyl as well—to Baltimore last year for a trip to the national aquarium. Let Ethyl snort at that.
+""And just what are you finding insufficient with 'The Prince and the Country Maiden,' Miss Ethyl Crankypants?""
+Meredith seemed to have snapped back into the present and was looking a bit distressed. Jan appeared to be counting the ceiling tiles. Mary and Anna just looked at each other and struggled to see who could roll her eyes better. The cranky Crandell sisters were at it again. The others might as well pack it in for the day. Mary stuffed the pages she was going to offer for critique back into her purse, making quite a show of it.
+""Besides a country maiden having an ermine cloak as you described in the passage you first read? Just what are you offering as sufficient in that manuscript, dear sister?"" Ethyl asked, her voice saccharine sweet, but her facial expression decidedly sneery.
+""I have my loyal readers,"" Edith said with a sniff. Ethyl was being a pain in the butt, she thought. Then she regretted bringing that thought up. It reminded her that she had an actual pain in buttocks and also up on her back. She had to remember to put salve on both when she got home—although that probably would be useless that early; it probably would be better to wait until she retired for the night.
+""I know your two readers well. Miss Dumb and Mrs. Dumber."" Ethyl followed this up with a cackle. ""You are such a romantic with your well-built—and hung—princes and your willing young maidens, ever ready to open their legs. Always the hopeful young maiden, aren't you? Shall we all sing a verse of 'Someday my prince will come'?""
+""I suppose you have something brilliant to read for us,"" Edith retorted. She immediately was sorry she'd spoken, though, because she well knew that Ethyl did had something to read—something from a manuscript for which Ethyl had received a glowing letter of acceptance from her literary agent. Edith knew that Ethyl was just biting at the bit to read from that manuscript at the Blackthorn Writers Guild meeting and then to note that it already was being sent around to the publishers by her agent.
+""As a matter of fact I do,"" Ethyl announced, her voice full of triumph. ""I'll read a passage, and the members of the club can determine which of ours is the best.""
+A chorus of groans went around the table. Even Jan groaned, although she had moved on to counting the number of air holes in each of the ceiling tiles and checking to see if the pattern was the same in each.
+Ethyl ignored the groans, which stemmed from the well-demonstrated fact that the subject matter of Ethyl's novels, regardless of their popularity—or perhaps because of it—went well beyond the erotic and certainly weren't romantic in any sense of the term that the members of the Blackthorn Writers Guild could fathom. That they sold so well was a sad commentary on what the world had come to. This the members of the club had agreed on before the Crandell sisters had arrived at the meeting.
+Ethyl cleared her throat, set her voice to the officious pitch and timbre that she customarily used for book as well as dramatic readings and began to read.
+ _The men of the castle were already well drunk and screeching of conquest and debauchery when The Grotesques were brought into the shabby and drafty banquet hall to perform. And Rosa and the two men, accompanied by Klaus on the mandolin, barely started into the preliminary acrobatic, teasing introduction to what the noblemen who hired them ultimately wanted before the castle's master and his henchmen were clawing at them and screaming for cock play._
+Rosa, the dwarf, had been here before and she knew they would be treated rough. But the Marquis paid well—and had to lest no traveling sex troupes would stop here at all—and Rosa just gritted her teeth and took it.
+Johann has working her cunt with his cock, showing how arousing for the onlookers the use of regular-sized genitalia on dwarfs could be, when the Marquis pointed at them and roared instructions. Rosa found herself lifted to where she was standing on a worn red-velvet upholstered footstool and Johann tilted up behind her. Johann thrust his cock up her bum channel upon command, as the Marquis ordered all of his henchmen present to drop their trousers and selected the one with the largest cock and sent him to stand in front of the stool and fuck Rosa from the front, while her husband took her from the rear.
+The distinct sound of a squeak made Ethyl look up, thinking she'd see a mouse scurry across the table. It was only Meredith, who looked like she was going to be sick.
+""So,"" Ethyl declared, ""can there be anyone who prefers my sister's insipid prose over what I have just read.""
+Meredith's hand shot up; then Mary's. Although she was now counting floor tiles, Jan also slowly raised her hand. Anna was studying her nails for cracks. As far as Anna was concerned the two sisters were equally loony and sex starved.
+""Well, I never. Some people have no concept at all what good erotica is,"" Ethyl groused. Up she stood and gathered all of her papers together. With a humph of disgusted and a toss of the scarf around her neck, she turned and marched out of the room.
+A small smile formed on Edith's and her eyes scanned table. ""Who wants to read next? Or should I read another passage from 'The Prince and the Country Maiden'?""
+She pretended not to hear the answering groans.
+* * * *
+It was getting dark when Edith returned home. As soon as she entered the house, she moved around the living and dining rooms and kitchen, turning on lights. She had always been afraid of the dark. Strange and evil things happened in the dark. But there also were certain things she could only do in the dark.
+She felt the sting on her back and buttocks more fiercely now than she had at the library. She went into the kitchen and reached into a cabinet for the salve she kept there. But she arrested her movement before grasping the tube. It was too early for that, she knew. She'd only have to apply it again before retiring for the night. She opened the freezer instead and took out a Lean Cuisine meal and popped it into the microwave.
+When she'd finished eating, she washed up the dishes and went into the dining room and sat at the computer. She stared into the glowing computer screen and then, with a sigh, called up the text of her manuscript and scrolled down to the passage she wanted to work with.
+ _In that moment, she opened her ermine cloak wide and stood there, naked. Offering herself to the handsome young prince. At the same time, her brain was screaming, ""Disaster, disaster, disaster.""_
+His clothes, a diaphanous and billowy white linen shirt over tight maroon velvet leggings, seemed to flow gracefully off his strong, hard body in one, rapid movement, and he moved to her in three long strides.
+Her heart palpitated at sight of his manly chest, the curving muscles of his biceps, how slim his waist and flat his belly were descending into the low cut of his velvet leggings, the bulge of his codpiece, straining to release his throbbing manhood. She felt herself melt and begin to flow from her innermost secret places, knowing that she was defenseless against him, knowing that she didn't care, knowing that he would have her.
+She was near to fainting and sinking to the floor of the bedchamber where she had been held captive, when he reached her. He wrapped one strong, manly arm around her waist and lifted and tipped her back onto the high-mattressed bed. Lily spread her legs wide for him and he, already rock hard, glided inside her and took her in long, deep, stinging thrusts that would be taken, had it not been for her sobbing and burying her face in his chest, as the long-practiced coupling of two experienced lovers.
+Her skirt was bunched up and her hand was under the gathered hem and in her lap. She had snaked her index finger under the leg hole of her pantings and up into her fold. When she found the clit, she started to rub and leaned back in the chair and imagined the prince. She imagined him—as always—as looking just like young Pastor Whitsom, the youth minister at her church. She imagined the sting of each thrust. As she felt her arousal build, she went beyond imagining to living each stinging thrust, seeing the dancing hazel eyes; the handsome, chiseled blondness; the full lips of Todd Whitsom as he hovered over her, embraced her, and slash her with each thrust.
+After several minutes, she sighed and withdrew her hand. She sat back up in the chair, groaning because once again her back and buttocks were stinging. She read over the passage again, changed ""ermine cloak"" to ""fur cloak"" with a grim little sigh, and saved the manuscript to her Kindle file. She'd send it off for publication in the morning.
+She climbed the stairs to the bedroom level. Outside a closed door, she slowly stripped off her clothes, folded them, and laid them on a straight chair by the door. She opened the door and stood in the doorway for a moment. Then she raised her hand to the light switch.
+""Leave the light on,"" Ethyl said. Edith's sister was lying on her back, naked on the bed. She'd been reading a book—reviewing one of her own BDSM erotica books—but laid it aside when her sister opened the door.
+""You know I can't . . . not in the light. Only in the dark,"" Edith said in a small voice.
+""Very well, if you must. But leave the curtains open. There will be enough light from the street lamp to satisfy me, I suppose.""
+Edith turned off the light and climbed onto the foot of the bed on her knees and lowered herself on her sister's body, her mouth going to Ethyl's ample breasts and her quarter-sized aureoles. Ethyl stretched like a cat and purred. She moved her hands to Edith's back and traced the cuts she found there. She moved her hands down to Edith's buttocks to fondle the welts there. Edith moaned.
+""You can be my maiden and I will be your prince,"" Ethyl murmured.
+Edith began working her lips down Ethyl's body, over her belly and down into the folds, seeking and finding the nub and starting to suck on it.
+Ethyl groaned, began to grind her pelvis into Edith's face, and reached over for the hand whip from on top of her nightstand.
+""Each stroke of the whip is a thrust of the prince's mammoth manhood up into your quivering, virginal cunt,"" she whispered as she raised the whip.
+Edith groaned in anticipation of Prince Todd's first stinging thrust."
+97,FAWC 1: Was It Real?,NaokoSmith,Chain Stories,2013-06-05,2013-06-05,2022-01-08 03:49:07,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/fawc-1-was-it-real,Online cybersex leads to something incredible,"['Big Dick', 'Cybersex', 'Erotica', 'Fantasy', 'Fawc', 'Online', 'Oral Sex', 'Writing']",4.39,"_(Moderator's Note: This story is a submission to the first Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on June 22nd, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each of the stories in this challenge are centered around the common theme of the main character being an author who then experiences the erotic and/or unusual events he or she writes about. There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.)_
+(Author's Note: This story contains the theme of erotic coupling.)
+* * * *
+«I want to suck your big stiff prick, I want to put my warm soft wet mouth around the fat mushroom head of your cock and lick you with my tongue, till you're nearly cumming, you filthy son of a bitch.»
+Staring at the words scrolling out on his computer screen, Joe gave a whimper and clenched his knees together. His blood was up and running, his penis actually stirring with excitement. He moaned and shut his eyes, opening them to look at the box waiting for his reply.
+His fingers were trembling, they felt like fat sausages, like ten erect penises pushing at the keyboard as if the keys were teeth behind which was a warm soft wet mouth.
+«You dirty cock-sucking whore,» he typed. His eyes sparkled, he felt the quiver in his thighs and his dick. «Suck on me, bitch.» He was about to press the return key when he had an inspiration and added: «*I am holding the back of your head with my gentle fingers.*»
+There was a pause. Had he spoilt the mood? He stared anxiously at the offending word: 'gentle'. He put one hand into his unzipped trousers and fingered his as yet soft cock. Ach, damnation! He had turned her off.
+Then the pen started scrolling, as if it was a finger running along his penis. The words started scrolling out on his screen again. He sensed the laughter with which this woman always joyously engaged in the sniggering exchange of filthy terms of abuse. After his lapse, her words seemed enhanced by an answering gentleness, a tender touch.
+«You fucking son of a bitch, I'm yours forever. Hold my head gently while I suck hard on your cock. I'm so wet becuz I luv to suck on you. I'm your cock- sucking whore. Fuck my mouth. Slide your meaty dick in and out my lips. I'm kissing your dick as it goes in and out my lips, I'm sucking on your cock.»
+At this, and with the desperate encouragement of teasing fingers, Joe's penis had grown considerably. He began grunting softly, continuing to type clumsily with one hand and a quarter of his concentration.
+«Fuck yourself with 1 hand while you suck me, bitch.»
+«Uh uh uh, I'm so excited!!! Your fucking dick is so big, big boy. Fuck my mouth, you fucking bastard. Push the soft head past my lips. I'm sucking your cock, push past into my mouth. My tongue is caressing your prick.»
+«Ohhhhhhhh ...» Joe typed hurriedly. He squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his hand furiously up and down his fattening penis. He tried to keep the volume of grunting ecstasy down, his lips clamped tight. He tried to keep the level of excitement up. His eyes flew open in despair, was he going to have to fake it again?
+«I love your fat big mushroom of a cock's head pushing into my mouth. My tongue is licking up your shaft. My tongue is licking the big vein in it, up to the head of your big dick. You fucking wanker, you son of a bitch. Squirt in my mouth. I want your cum, I want it NOW!!!»
+A sudden joyous gush surged in Joe's loins, the spunk came shooting from his balls up the rod of his cock. He gave a muffled cry, spurting jizz into his hand, on his trousers, but he didn't care, he didn't care. The typing on the screen was somewhat coherent for someone who was supposed to be fucking herself with one hand, but he was too rapt in his personal ecstasy at that moment to notice.
+He gasped and wiped one hand on his trousers, brushed an ecstatic tear away with the gentle fingers of the other hand. He had learned that people would switch offline quickly if they were left hanging and so he hurriedly went to type:
+«Thank you. Thank you.»
+It was hardly in character for the big bad boy he pretended to be in the chat room. He had found that women adored not just a mean-mouthed bad boy but the thought that they had captured the special interest of the bad boy. With this one he actually had to try not to gush as gratefully as he really wanted to. He had always been a gentleman; he let himself at least be appreciative. Words came scrolling back along the screen to him:
+«It was good for me too.» He realised then that she had as usual played a voyeuristic role in this interaction. Hurriedly she added: «You fucking bastard.»
+He laughed. He could almost hear her laughing too. He was about to start typing his reply when there was a knock on his door.
+""Joe, Joe,"" an anxious maternal voice enquired. ""Are you all right?""
+He squeezed his face up in angry frustration. It was so infuriating, being dragged back into dull reality at this moment of bliss.
+""I'm fine,"" he called back, striving to keep the post-orgasmic tremble out of his voice.
+""I've got a cup of tea for you.""
+""Fuck fuck shit,"" he muttered furiously. Hurriedly he typed: «Gotta go» and pressed return. His trembling fingers shot the pointer to turn off the chat box, the chat room, the gif site in the background. He scooted his chair so that his uncovered crotch and stained trousers were hidden by the computer desk.
+He had pulled up an innocuous Word page by the time the tea was being put down beside him.
+""Still working on the family history,"" the indulgent motherly voice grated on ears which were still tingling from virtually hearing rude abuse. ""It'll be War and Peace by the time you've finished.""
+""Ha ha,"" he said dutifully.
+Why the fuck wouldn't they let him have a fucking lock on the door.
+Once he was alone with the cup of tea, he hopelessly switched on the chat room again. He toggled to make himself invisible, lurked about looking.
+In the past she sometimes used to hang around after their encounters, flirting with robbie6969 or bigcock7016 or bigcock6152. But she had gone. He sat mournfully with the stains wet and sticky on his trousers and the cup of tea steaming gently beside him.
+He had come to love it, that she would stop on after their encounters and talk to him. This was not at all the behaviour of a big bad boy but she didn't seem to notice. She never took advantage, asked him for contact details in 'real' life as some of the other girls had done.
+He liked it best if she had actually cum. He could always tell. There would be a languor in her phrases, pauses while she took in what he had typed and formulated a reply.
+Lately he had not seen her chatting to other boys on the board. He tried not to imagine she might be coming on only to spend time with him. What could they have, after all, other than this mutual mental masturbation?
+He sat staring at her name on the screen, quietly black instead of the lively red that meant online. ShirleyMac. He had always liked Shirley Maclaine and was excited from the first by the possibility that she too was an actual fan. How much he enjoyed their first post-coital chat, about Gambit, and then about Michael Caine and The Italian Job. How thrilled he was when she messaged him a couple of days later: «R u up for an Italian hand job?»
+Joe turned off the chat room. After the unaccustomed energy expenditure, he was feeling drowsy. His limbs were stiff from sitting with his buttock muscles clenched in excitement. He straightened up with a groan, took off his trousers and slung them in the laundry basket in the ensuite bathroom. He shuffled over to the bed, sat and then lay carefully down, remembered to raise the bar to stop himself rolling off in his sleep and lay in just his underpants and shirt, dreaming of the piccies she had sent. Those pert upstanding breasts, the impossibly sexy curved bottom ....
+* * * *
+""Joe! Joe!""
+He mumbled something, unlidding sticky eyes to see a cluster of faces peering anxiously at him. The hand which had been vigorously shaking his shoulder was removed.
+""Are you all right, Joe? You forgot your four o'clock tablets.""
+His mouth was dry and his muscles unresponsive. He had an intense yearning for warm sweet tea.
+A glass of water and a palm on which rested two pills were being pushed at his face. He took the pills in trembling fingers and washed them down in the cold shower of water.
+""Now come on, Joe,"" coaxed the matron in her motherly warm voice. ""We'll give you half an hour then come back. You want to eat dinner with the others, don't you. Enjoy some company.""
+He wanted to snarl: ""Fucking company?! a lot of drooling old bags who've forgotten there might ever be fun in the world?"" He had learnt that uncooperative behaviour would be subtly punished and he had always been a gentleman. He mumbled, ""thank you,"" articulating the words as best his under- medicated mouth could manage.
+The disgusting indignity of lying in just his stained underpants and shirt surrounded by a mixed crowd of indifferent men and women gave way to the insufferably long wait for the drugs to start soaking through his system. Eventually he was able to move his stiff old limbs sufficiently to get to the wardrobe and grasp a clean pair of trousers. He staggered back to the bed where he struggled for an unconscionable amount of time to get the trousers on.
+By then he could move reasonably freely. He walked to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on his lined face, ran a comb slowly through his thin white hair. He stared momentarily at the tired old face that looked angrily back at him. The words, ""you fucking son of a bitch,"" skipped through his mind, he suddenly grinned, his rheumy eye lit up. He walked stiffly off to the dining room of the old people's home with the sparkle the staff enjoyed to see dancing in his eye.
+* * * *
+«My dick is like a rod of iron, so hard for you. I want your wet hungry pussy. I want it now.»
+«I'm lying back on the bed, holding my cunt lips open for you. I'm so wet, so creamy. I'm playing with my clit with one finger while I hold open my lips for you to see my wet hungry pussy. R u enjoying seeing my finger rolling on the pleasure button of my clit? R u enjoying seeing my pussy all wet for u?»
+«You fucking cock tease. I'll put the fat mushroom head of my big dick to your cunt. I'll press it on your clit and around inside your cunt lips. Feel my fat cock's head on your lips and your clit.»
+He could sense the rising excitement in her flurried typing and that made him excited, the blood surged softly in his loins, making his penis fill out, if not into the hard rod of his fertile imagination, at least to an impressive state for someone his age.
+«Oh oh oh! I'm so excited! Buddy, fuck me, fuck me. I love your cock on my cunt lips, I want you inside me so much!»
+«I'm gonna tease you till you cum just from teasing, you fucking whore.»
+«OMG, I really am getting so excited I think I'm gonna cum.»
+«Do it. Bring yourself off for me, Mac. Do it for me! I luv it when you cum.»
+«Oh, Buddy!»
+""Hey, Dad, I thought I'd surprise you .... What the ...""
+He spun his head round as the door flew open without the least perfunctory knock. Trapped between his intense desire for one of ShirleyMac's rare beautiful orgasms and the horrific realisation that his own son had caught him literally with his pants down, he started clicking the screens shut too slowly.
+With infuriatingly fit lithe strides, his middle aged son had rushed across the room to stand beside him. Jaw dropped, eyes narrowed in disbelief, the lad was reading the lines on the screen as they vanished, viewing the site with its pornographic avatars lined merrily up for play.
+Hopeless though it was, Joe shut all the screens and then sat with his head bowed and a hand still covering his now completely flaccid penis.
+""Jesus Christ!"" his son expostulated.
+Tears glistened in Joe's eyes. He could not stop thinking about the lost pleasure of ShirleyMac's precious orgasm.
+""Fine family history you've been writing!"" his son went on wrathfully. ""I thought you were slow because you didn't understand how the internet works. Not understand the internet! Oh my God.""
+The poor kid staggered back and sat heavily in the armchair by the desk. He was a kid to Joe; only forty-five. Look at him: fit and healthy, amicably divorced from some pleasant lazy cow with children they both loved. He wasted his time going to the gym and playing golf when he could have been enjoying the wet hungry pussies of young women like the beautiful curvaceous ShirleyMac.
+Joe attempted to pull some rags of dignity back. ""You should at least knock before you come in my room!"" he said angrily. ""Why can't I have a lock on the door?""
+""In case you forget your pills and can't open the door yourself,"" Joey said wearily. This argument had been had many times. ""What the Hell was that? Was that site seriously called Orgasm Young?""
+Joe began a painful blush. It sounded bad in his son's mouth. ""We call it OY,"" he mumbled. ""It's just somewhere people go to have some fun.""
+""You dirty old ... bastard!"" there was nothing sexy about the way his son said it. Eyes narrowed in disgust and thin-lipped, he stared at Joe, who sat blushing and hanging his head, still tearful with the emotion of cyber-fucking ShirleyMac.
+""It's not like that,"" Joe protested. ""Nobody knows what age you really are.""
+""Exactly,"" his son fumed. ""There could be young kids on there, below the age limit, and you ... you've been ..."" words failed him.
+""Oh no,"" Joe said earnestly. ""You can tell if it's a real inexperienced kid. I pick them up and pretend I'm going to give them a rough ride, get them a bit scared and then I PM them and warn them off, tell them to stick to chatting with friends they know and can trust.""
+""PM?"" his son said, bewildered.
+""Private Message,"" Joe explained. ""I have to be careful, of course. I don't want the crowd on there thinking I'm not one of the lads.""
+His son sat staring at him, his horror and disgust not lessened by this revelation.
+""You go on, pretending to be like some bloody stud and ... picking up young ... young ...""
+""All right!"" Joe shouted angrily. He had started to cry, in some disgusting old way. ""What do you want me to do, stuck here in this place full of dribbling old fools where the most exciting thing that happens is that someone pees himself when they take us to a re-run of black and white movies in the cinema!""
+""Jesus,"" his son expostulated. ""Couldn't you at least get it together with people more your age? Bloody kids you're ... you're cruising!""
+""Don't be ridiculous,"" Joe scoffed. ""Do you think there are sites out there called Silver Slags where seventy and eighty year old women look for hot even older blokes?""
+""Yeah but, Dad,"" Joey said feebly, then he sat up and took a grip on the situation. ""This has got to stop,"" he said angrily.
+They stared at each other.
+""Dad, you can't go cruising some site full of young kids. You'll be arrested! They'll take your computer away.""
+Joe realised that this latter was a real possibility. He sat with his hand gently holding the mouse, staring into the blank screen of his precious PC.
+""For Christ's sake,"" Joey said. ""You've got to stop going on these sites.""
+""There's just the one,"" Joe protested.
+""Whatever,"" Joey said. ""Look ... I'll ... I'll take you out to the shops. You can get some magazines.""
+""They clean under the beds and everywhere,"" Joe said sullenly. ""I've told you before, there's no privacy.""
+""It's because you forget your pills and hide them places,"" his son pointed out. This too was a long-standing subject of argument.
+Joe sat staring tearfully at the screen. The shock of his son's discovering him in his overly experienced internet fun had made him suddenly realise that he had got in too deep. He saw himself as his son did: a dirty old man fingering women nearly as young as his grand-daughters.
+""Dad,"" his son adopted a softer, more conciliatory tone. That put the cap on it. If he had stayed on the moral high ground, Joe could have fought back, protested, made up some flimsy defence of his behaviour.
+""I'll ... I'll leave the site,"" they were both horrified to hear the sob in his voice. Joey sat mortified by embarrassment, less able to deal with his own father demonstrating weak emotion than with the revelation that the old b. was cruising chicks online. Joe sat feeling completely broken, with his pants down and his screen blank.
+Surreptitiously he managed to tuck his small soft penis away in his underpants and zip himself up. His son looked away, pretending not to notice. Joe straightened up and said: ""I'll go on later and say goodbye. I promise never to go back after that.""
+""Dad ...!"" his son began angrily.
+""Not to the girls,"" Joe said. ""They don't care. They just like a quickie and then they often shut down on you without saying goodbye. But a couple of the lads ... were like ... friends,"" he could not prevent another dreadful sob rising in his gullet.
+Joey was good enough, in spite of all that had transpired, to stop over for the tepid over-cooked food which went by the name of dinner in the home. (Joe had never quite figured out if they cooked all the flavour out of it or if his tastebuds had lost their sensitivity -- another sign of the slow dull creeping up of old age on his body.) He was grateful, he knew if he had had to sit with the mumbling drooling crowd on his own he would have just cried. Not that the staff would be bothered, they were used to the old codgers sitting with tears rolling out of their rheumy malfunctioning eyes.
+The SMERSH pussies: white-haired and sharp-eyed, sat in their usual cluster telling each other lying stories about their grandchildren's achievements and the evil criminal lives other people's grandchildren were leading. One of the old guys doddered up and rudely took all Joey's attention, telling him a rambling story which he had told Joey before. Joey was too polite and Joe felt too shattered to tell him to go away. The staff smiled benignly, they liked to see the residents getting on so well.
+Later Joe sat staring at his screen, the dancing avatars. Twinklilng red to show online were the luscious lips and breasts and bums -- even one pussy with fingers holding it invitingly open.
+He had composed a manly message about needing to concentrate on his college work. As ever, he was clever about implying in this that it was smart rather than nerdy-y to get the good qualification leading to a good job which would allow you to buy fast cars and faster chicks. (Or settle down with one special woman, becuz lads, that's what we all dream of and even some of the slags on here are special at heart -- to the man who knows how to handle them right.)
+He had promised Joey he would not be contacting any of the women but of course he'd lied. He couldn't leave without a word for that one who had been special in his heart from the moment he saw her avatar: Shirley Maclaine the cat burglar, dangling from the rope to take a diamond.
+«Jeez, that was a close one,» he watched his own words curl carefully carelessly across the screen. «I so nearly got caught!» Then he gave her the same story as the lads: assignments to write, fallen behind in his studies (he allowed there to be an implication that she -- sexy devil of a woman -- had managed to lure him away from the serious manly stuff). He said as casually as he could that he might not have time to cum (ha ha) back soon -- oh that beautiful lost orgasm of his, of hers! He could not bear not to add: «You were special to me, Mac.»
+He sat starting at his message to her for a long time. Her avatar winked red. She must be online chatting with other girls, flirting with lads. She would see a PM to her. From him. She would think it was an invitation to take up where they had left off ... no, he would not torture himself thinking about it. He pressed submit and sat, wasted with emotion, staring at the screen.  
+He sat numb and spent. Then to his horror he saw that she had replied. He should at least have made it look as if he was offline, she knew he was there. He clicked on the message with trembling fingers, dreading her pleading for him to stay.
+But no. Of course, that lovely woman who had always been more intelligent, more mature in her dealings with him. She did not beg him for a number, a name, some contact in real life.
+«Buddy,» she wrote, «you're doing the right thing. Don't waste your life on here, you're worth more than this. I've seen how you show the other lads a better way to behave, and tell the girls how to take care of themselves. You're a good man. One day you'll make the right woman so happy.
+«I'm going to tell you something which will shock you and I hope it shocks you enough to keep you away from here. I hope you put your head down to your studies and then you go out and meet someone for real.
+«I'm not that girl in the piccies I sent. I found them online and used them to pretend I'm a young woman. I'm sixty-seven years old. I live in an old people's home with my husband. My husband is very ill. He needs 24 hour care so we moved in here. I couldn't afford to keep the house up and pay for his care here so I had to come with him. I was glad; I wouldn't have liked to be separated from him, yet I also feel lonely. He's in a coma, and I sometimes wonder if he's still really there or is it just his body, which he can no longer enjoy with me like we used to.»
+«I don't feel bad about what we had for his sake. My husband had always had a fantasy that I would sleep with another man and he could watch. I used to sit with him and read him news stories from a netbook our children gave me. One day I read about internet sex sites. I went online and found this one. I told my husband about it. I pretended he enjoyed hearing about my flirtations online instead of about a flood or an election. It was me who was enjoying myself again.
+«I don't feel bad for his sake but I feel I betrayed you and lied to you and I feel very ashamed of that. I didn't mean to get so close to you. It just ... happened. I won't come back online any more. I hope you can forgive me. I'm so sorry.»
+Joe sat rooted to his chair, staring at her message. For a moment he imagined the whole damned site was populated by dirty minded old men and women hiding behind pictures of hot babes and boys they found on Google Images. Then he came back to reality. He knew the others were all kids. He was fond of some of them but they had never had the spacious intelligence of a mature mind which ShirleyMac had offered him.
+He typed in a hurried splatter of keys: «Mac, wait! Promise me to wait for my next message. I'm begging you.» He shoved in the most lascivious fucking emoticon, then realised that was wrong, found some heart thing, the seconds were ticking by ....
+* * * *
+At first Joe was scared to ask for any assistance in his latest scheme. What would the staff do to him? What would his son say?
+Then he realised he didn't need help. He had a mobile phone, cash and cards in his wallet, a bank account plentifully supplied from his pension. He booked himself a taxi and told the matron in as firm a voice as he could muster that he was going out for the day to visit an old friend.
+""That's nice,"" the matron said absently, her eyes focussing on one of the doddery ones who was gently disappearing out of the front door. ""Is he someone you used to work with?""
+""She's just a friend,"" Joe said defiantly.
+The matron's eyes focussed on him and a slow smile came over her face. ""An old flame?"" she enquired in a suddenly husky hopeful voice. A warm romantic glow kindled in her eyes.
+""Er,"" Joe was deeply embarrassed to realise he was blushing.
+The doddery old thing had got right outside now and was probably halfway up the drive.
+""Can I help you get a taxi? I could drive you there myself,"" the matron offered eagerly.
+Joe realised he had been an idiot to imagine this would ever be a problem
+The real problem was getting out of the taxi and up the stairs into the home where ShirleyMac lived. It wasn't of course a physical problem; Joe could still manage his medication to give him good mobility as and when he wanted it. It was about getting up the courage (he didn't hope to get anything else up at his age), to finally look the dream woman of his filthy fantasies in the wrinkled face. How would he feel to see the elderly reality, not the round sexy buttocks of her piccies. (Surely some part of him had always realised they were impossibly gorgeous and must have been digitally manipulated.)
+He felt like a young Bud as he walked into the hall. His heart was hammering uncomfortably in his throat.
+There she was, waiting as patiently as she used to sometimes wait for him to come online. She was a soft faded lovely, with cheeks still plump. Her silver hair was cut neatly to frame her gentle face. But he looked at the wicked sparkle in her periwinkle blue eyes, he knew she was a filthy slut at heart and he grinned into her eyes with all the camaraderie they had shared online.
+She had a private room separate to the one where her husband lay in his coma. There they were able to lie down on her narrow single bed -- with much juvenile sniggering and giggling. They laid their stiff limbs carefully alongside each other. Although they had frequently pretended to toy with the most intimate parts of each other's bodies, they were too shy to undress. They lay holding each other. And whispering.
+""You filthy son of a bitch, I'm gonna push you back and unzip your trousers.""
+""Why, you cock-sucking whore, will you never get enough of my big fat dick?""
+Their efforts to suppress their laughter made it seem even funnier.
+""No, I never will. Get it out your trousers now, you fucking motherfucker.""
+His eyebrows shot up. It sounded even more disgusting when whispered by a silver-haired old lady! His eyes shone and sparkled with pleasure.
+""I'm gonna fuck your mouth like it's never been fucked before, bitch.""
+""Let me feel you, bastard. Ooooh, already so big. No need to finger up and down your hot rod today, hot stuff.""
+""I'll stuff you, don't you worry. Open your lips for me and let me slide my prick over your tongue.""
+""Mmmm, I'll suck your dick till you beg me never to stop.""
+The delicious electric thrills were tingling in their muscles, their arthritic hips, her cunt, his softly swelling cock. They didn't actually finger each other, they weren't troubled about that. They were having too much fun playing with that largest sex organ of the human body: their brains.
+""Oh Mac,"" he whispered in her ear. ""Never stop."""
+98,God Laughs,napalminthemorning,Chain Stories,2018-04-28,2018-05-06,2022-01-08 03:49:08,8,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/god-laughs-ch-01,1. We had a plan to deal with a blackmailer. As they say... 2. We had a plan to deal with a blackmailer. As they say... 3. We had a plan to deal with a blackmailer. As they say... 4. We had a plan to deal with a blackmailer. As they say... 5. We had a plan to deal with a blackmailer. As they say... 6. We had a plan to deal with a blackmailer. As they say... 7. We had a plan to deal with a blackmailer. As they say... 8. We had a plan to deal with a blackmailer. As they say...,"['A Shrubbery', 'Bulldozer', 'Chain Story', 'Humor', 'Orgy', 'Pony Girl', 'Toys']",4.52,"**Chapter one:**
+ _This is a chain story written by Jezzaz, Todd172, Stev2244, Harddaysknight, Girlinthemoon, Qhml1, Oshaw and blackrandl1958. A different author wrote each chapter in this story, building on the work of the preceding author. We are submitting one chapter each day until the story is finished. We would like for you, the readers, to see if you can spot who wrote the different chapters. If you care to hazard a guess, you may leave it in a comment on the last chapter of the story. If no one is right, we will pick the one closest to right and one, or more, of us will dedicate our next story to you. If multiple persons are right, we will dedicate the story to all who are right. We will wait one week after the posting of the last chapter, then announce which chapter was written by which author. This was a very entertaining exercise for us, and we may do it again. We enjoyed writing it and we hope you enjoy the story, Napalminthemorning._
+*
+Numb, about half my body was just numb. My left arm and left leg were just dead to the world; I tried to shift, but not particularly successfully. I braced myself for searing pain as I forced my eyes open, but the pain didn't come, thank God. Instead, I found myself staring up at an odd black rectangular frame... It slowly dawned on me what it was. I touched the surface under me with my right hand and felt... felt... pool table felt. The black rectangle was the light over the pool table in the game room. I tried to shift again and realized I was pinned to the table by a weight.
+I looked down into a mass of brilliant red hair. It certainly wasn't a natural color, except, I think, on a macaw. It looked like the sides of her head were shaved, leaving a massive crest of hair that trailed almost down to her ass. I pushed gently, unsuccessfully, then shoved hard, rolling her off me. She slumped away, freeing me, although the pins and needles that exploded along my side instantly made me regret it. I managed to push myself up to a sitting position and looked down at my companion. She mumbled something, shifted back to her side and began snoring softly.
+She had every piercing imaginable: ears, eyebrows, lips. I glanced further down at a massive set of tits with very large very prominent pierced nipples. For all their size, they looked natural; if they were implants, I think they'd planted pumpkins. I wasn't sure how on earth she even managed to walk upright; she just had to have back problems.
+There were at least eight... no, it was thirteen of those damned Jell-O shot- cups crushed on the pool table. I shuddered; it was a wonder we were even alive. As I shifted positions, I just missed clocking myself with the light fixture. There was a slight wave of dizziness, but it passed quickly. The pins and needles burning along my left side slowly subsided. In the corner of the room, over by the bar, a pale figure was curled up, half sitting, half lying around what appeared to be an empty magnum of my good champagne. I squinted. She was slender as a reed and pale enough to be an albino. Her hair was short fine white silk. Nearly inhumanly pretty, the only thing that made her seem real was the thin string of drool connecting her pale lips to the floor. As I slid off the table, my foot hit something soft, but heavy, and I damn near fell on my face. I managed to catch my balance and half-step, half tumble, over the two intertwined bodies while remaining upright.
+I glanced back. Officer Julie Niederhauser, in all her blonde and busty glory, was lying tangled up with that gang leader, Tyrone whatever-his-name-was. All he had on was that stupid green bandana; all she had on was her gun belt, mirrored sunglasses and hat. His hands were still cuffed behind his back and the marks where she'd tasered him were still there. He was almost certainly be headed to prison, but from the look on his face, he'd still be smiling when he got there.
+Officer Neiderhauser shifted, exposing Tyrone's groin. I winced. He'd be smiling going to prison, but it'd be a wonder if she didn't walk bow-legged for a year. Damn thing looked like a police baton, only bigger. How the hell she'd fit it all in without permanent injury was beyond me. The scene was macabre, surreal, stark: the wonder of it all. As my head cleared, I wondered where the hell Amber had gotten off to. My wife and I had become separated when the police arrived and, well, things had gotten a little out of hand. I glanced out the window overlooking the cobblestone circle-drive that ended the long lane to our place. I could see the red and blue lights of the four police cars still flickering around the cherub covered fountain, although the rising sun was starting to overwhelm them. At least somebody had turned off the damn sirens.
+I needed to go find Amber, start figuring out how to deal with the fallout from this and try to protect Graham Enterprises as much as possible. I had no idea where my suit had ended up, but I found Tyrone's ridiculously baggy jeans and boxers on the floor. I left the boxers, but pulled the jeans on, stealing a curtain tie to use as a belt to keep them up. Sure, I know you're supposed to wear them sagging, but that's for young guys, not middle-aged entrepreneurs.
+He had a wallet, so I pulled it out to drop it on the floor next to him. My curiosity got the better of me and I looked through it.
+Hell, his name wasn't even Tyrone, it was Kevin Peters. Well shit, I'd use another name, too, if I were a gangsta. I mean, face it: ""Kevin's gonna cap yo' ass,"" just doesn't have the same ring.
+He had a grand total of seventeen dollars, one unused condom and a coupon for Bounty paper towels. Damn coupon was expired, too.
+I walked slowly out of the game room and looked down over the entryway great- room from the railing. I could stop wondering where my suit was, the Armani jacket and pants were hanging from that ridiculously expensive and ornate chandelier that we'd just ""had to have."" At least they looked like mine. There were at least fifty helium filled balloon animals scattered in little herds all over the arched ceiling.
+There was still a fire going in the fireplace, but even without it, there was enough light filtering in from the sunrise to show the bodies strewn all over the room. There were three guys and two women on the polar bear rug, and at least two of the five were cops, that is, if the hats on the girls were any indication. The tattoos on one of the girls made it clear that she, for one, was a gang girl, not a cop. More were scattered in couples and triples on the couches, the area rug, the easy chairs, and that weird fainting couch thing of Amber's.
+I damn near fell over the handrail when I saw Amber's boss, Jack Salinger, cuddled up in the loving arms of a massive tattooed and Fu-Manchu mustached Chinese weightlifter. Jack had on eye shadow, mascara and brilliant pink metallic lipstick. He had on a sparkly pink dog collar with a matching leash; his butt was striped with whip marks. Served the blackmailing scumbag right; it looked like he got what he deserved. He actually looked happy, though, so maybe he hadn't gotten what he deserved. I decided I'd have to fix that.
+I headed slowly down the stairs, picking my way through discarded clothing, shoes, and tons of empty booze bottles, a lot more than had been in my bar. I was pretty sure I hadn't had any Boone's Farm Strawberry Hill or MD 20/20 down in the wine cellar. I sincerely doubted I had anything left in the wine cellar at all now.
+A midget with long blonde hair, a leather corset and a strap on that was nearly as long as she was tall was slumped against the bottom stair, talking in her sleep. I wasn't quite sure what she was dreaming about, but it sounded like whoever ""Richard"" was had some surprises coming in the near future. I strongly hoped he had an extra-large bottle of lube nearby when she found him.
+Since my study was just off the great room, I went in and pulled my cell phone out of the desk. I had a few pictures to take, for posterity, of course.
+Afterwards, I picked my way across the house, avoiding waking anyone until I got the kitchen. It was surprisingly neat, all things considered. Two figures sat at the breakfast table. The slender Hispanic woman with short dark hair, dark eyes and Castilian facial features looked up from the cutting board she was slicing fruit and cheese on long enough to offer a knowing smile of recognition. "" _Oye como va_...""
+"" _Mi ritmo_."" I answered with my own smile.
+""You speak Spanish?"" Her companion, a lusciously curvy blue-eyed blonde wearing nothing but a cowboy hat, didn't look over at me. She stared, transfixed, at those dark eyes.
+""No, it's song lyrics. Santana. I think it means something like 'Come and feel my rhythm'.""
+""Damn. I'm going to have to learn Spanish."" Her eyes never wavered from their target.
+We both watched appreciatively as the sloe-eyed woman turned and stretched up to pull three plates and three cups out of the cabinet. She was only wearing a thin gold waist chain. She quickly arranged three plates and poured three cups of coffee, pushing one of each to me and the blonde.
+While we ate, the two of them settled into staring quietly, but intensely, into each other's eyes. I waited until I finished, then asked. ""Have you seen a woman named Amber floating around?""
+There was a long pause before the blonde could focus on the question. ""No... wasn't really catching names, if you know what I mean. Mine's Bobbi Sue, if it matters."" She watched the woman sip her coffee. ""Do you know what her name is?""
+""No..."" I thought back to Sesame Street and looked over at the Spanish woman. ""Cual es tu nombre?""
+She gave that same knowing smile, but it was aimed at the cowgirl. ""Teresa.""
+""Teresa."" Bobbi Sue repeated it breathily, as if it was a holy word.
+Teresa got up, reached over, took Bobbi Sue's hand and led her silently out of the kitchen towards one of the spare rooms. I watched appreciatively; two completely different, yet completely perfect butts swayed in perfect, breathtaking rhythm as they walked away.
+I blinked, sighed, then cleared the table and refilled my coffee cup. I stopped and pulled down another coffee cup. Amber was probably going to need it.
+*****
+I watched a figure stumble out of the pool-house, mostly naked, slender, small-breasted, with a perfect even tan. I walked down the stone stairs towards her. She looked up at me glassy-eyed and dazed looking, wiped her face with her right hand, then stared at the black rubber glove on her hand and shrugged. She still had on one boot, but what little remained of the CDC biohazard suit was hanging in long yellow shreds from the intact collar ring, like a mockery of the gold necklace of an Aztec sacrificial virgin. The bubble headpiece was nowhere to be seen.
+""You're missing a boot.""
+""Yeah."" She looked at me, more than a little concern on her face.
+""You want to go get it?""
+She looked back at the pool house and shuddered. ""No. Definitely not."" She tried to run her fingers through her short matted brown hair, but until she had a long shower, a really long shower with about a gallon of shampoo, that wasn't going to work. She looked for a second as if she was going to lose it, but she managed to hold it together. ""I need a shower.""
+""It's a bit crowded in the master-suite shower right now. Unless you're interested in a brother-sister acrobat team. They're twins.""
+""I think... yeah, I'm sure I met them. I'll pass.""
+""You'd have to wake them up anyway. There's still the shower in the pool- house""
+""No!"" She shivered, wide eyed, then seemed to calm herself a bit. ""Just, no.""
+I could see the future involved building a new pool house. Good to know. I held the extra cup of coffee up.
+""Omigod, I love you so much."" She started to reach for it then stopped, pulled off the rubber glove and found herself at a complete loss as to where to put it. She shrugged, dropped it to the ground and took the coffee. ""No pockets."" She took a long slow sip of her coffee. ""I may just be alive, after all.""
+We stepped slowly across the lawn. Three pizza delivery cars from different companies were still lined up in the circle drive. Amber glanced over at the house. ""Is it a wreck in there?""
+""Not as bad as you'd think. Wine cellar is empty, and there will be some serious cleaning to do.""
+I paused, trying to figure out how to get the polar bear rug cleaned for a second. ""A lot of carpet steaming, I think. And bleach on every flat surface.""
+Amber studied the quiet front of the house. ""Is there like a 'special forces' version of a maid service?""
+""Okay, we may have to bring in a couple of maid services.""
+Amber rolled her eyes at me. ""What, exactly, are we going to tell them?""
+""Not the truth. Do you think 'crime scene' would be good enough?""
+She gave a half-hearted smile. ""Sure, why not?"" She suddenly turned serious. ""Jack...""
+""Won't be a problem.""
+Her eyes widened. ""You didn't do anything...."" Her voice trailed off.
+""Nope. But he will be far too busy keeping his head down and mouth shut to be a problem for us from now on."" I held my cellphone up and showed her the pictures from the great room.
+""Already stored these in about ten different places on the internet, just to be sure.""
+Her relief was obvious. ""That's perfect.""
+We found our way to the gate through the hedge and stepped out into the circle drive. Amber stopped, looking down at three intertwined figures. ""Huh.""
+She was staring at a naked rainbow-haired clown wedged between our landscapers, Pablo and Julio. She suddenly giggled, though it maybe sounded a little bit unhinged. ""Her name is 'Bubbles,' right?""
+I nodded. ""Yeah, I think that's what she said.""
+Amber giggled again. ""Pablo, Bubbles, Julio... it's a PBJ sandwich.""
+I snickered along with her for a minute. ""She's a clown, I bet she tastes funny.""
+""I'm sure she does now."" Amber arched her eyebrow and smirked, then looked at Bubbles seriously. She gestured to her own collar bone. ""I kind of thought they only put the white makeup on down to here or so...""
+""Apparently not. I'm not even sure how it all stayed on."" I leaned over and looked over Bubbles, myself, for science, of course. ""And the, uh, heart- shaped carpet matches the rainbow drapes.""
+""Seriously?"" Amber stepped closer and peered down past me. ""Wow. She's really dedicated. You don't suppose her skin is actually snow-white, do you?""
+I looked a little closer. ""Could be, there's no smearing or anything.""
+Amber snickered. ""Pretty good ass, for a white girl.""
+A snapping sound caught our attention. We both looked up and watched a long grey tentacle-like thing tear several branches of our expensive hedge away, leaving a gap through which a single wise eye peered at us knowingly, and, I thought, at least a little judgmentally, at least for a pachyderm wearing a red and gold banner proclaiming it a member of the ""Smith Bros. Traveling Circus Extravaganza.""
+Amber shook her head and looked closer. ""We're going to have to get new bushes put in.""
+""Not bushes! You must find us... duh, duh duuuuuuh! A shrubbery!""
+Amber giggled. ""'Ni! Ni!' But we still need one."" The elephant pulled another bush out of the ground and began munching on it. ""Or probably ten. Depends on how hungry he is.""
+""I'll tell Pablo and Julio to get right on that."" I glanced over at them. ""As soon as they get off Bubbles.""
+""Get off Bubbles or get Bubbles off?""
+""Same difference.""
+Amber giggled a little madly. ""Well, we'll know when they do. I think that was that her squeeze horn that kept sounding off last night.""
+""Yeah, probably."" I pulled Amber over to the steps and we sat down heavily, Amber wincing in pain as her ass hit the stone.
+We quietly sipped our coffee and gazed out over the wreckage.
+Amber pointed. ""What's that yellow thing in the swimming pool?""
+I studied it for several seconds. ""I think it's a bulldozer.""
+""Oh.""
+We just sat there for a while in silence, then she reached over, squeezed my hand, and gave me an off-kilter smile.
+""Well. That didn't go as we planned.""
+
+"
+99,Greek Gods,Goldeniangel,Chain Stories,2005-08-27,2006-03-13,2022-01-08 03:49:13,4,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/greek-gods-aphrodites-affair,1. Aphrodite cheats on her husband with the God of War. 2. Zeus wants Hera to become his wife. 3. Paris is promised the most beautiful woman in the world. 4. Danae is seduced by the God in her lonely tower.,"['Aphrodite', 'Goddesses', 'Gods', 'Greek', 'Greek Myth']",4.16,"Aphrodite was fed up.
+Not only was she the most beautiful and seductive of the Goddesses, born out of the beauty of the seas... but to be married to the most grotesque, homely and unmanly of the Gods! Hephaestus... she sneered her contempt at her absent husband. At the forge again! Oh, to be sure he was muscular enough on top, but with that gimp leg, blackened features and greasy hair... how was a Goddess of Love supposed to make THAT more attractive?
+Besides, she tossed her floor length hair back as she sat nude at her mirror, she needed someone more masculine. Someone who could fill her lustful desires... not the milk-water love-makings of an inept cripple. Her breath quickened as she heard footsteps in the front room... he was here. By will power alone she made herself remain seated at the mirror, betraying nothing with her expression, watching majestically at the shadowed reflection of the man walking up behind her. Gold glinted in the soft light off the helmet on his head, brilliantly plumed with red, and the gold breastplate on his chest and shoulders; his footsteps were heavy and firm, and when his hands reached up to touch the soft skin of her shoulders they were callused and muscled.
+She sucked in her breath as he reached down to cup her perfect breasts, fingers deftly twisting the nipples hard...
+""Ares..."" she whispered as he squeezed her flesh, her hands running up his muscled forearms. Ares, God of War - Hephaestus' brother and a real man both in the bedroom and out.
+The lusty God of War pulled her from her chair, holding her body tight against him as the armor scraped against her delicate skin. She cried out in pain as his mouth covered hers, her chest and nipples bruised against the hard metal; every particle of her being responded to the pleasure and the pain. Although she was the Goddess of Love, there was something about Ares' contemptuous rough treatment that made him all the more attractive. There was no love from him... lust yes and desire, but the only love in their relationship was hers for him.
+If only her son Eros was able to pierce Ares' thick armor with his love-tipped arrows... but no. It didn't matter anyway, Ares came to her anyway. Lusting after her beauty, her perfection, her body; he would never leave her. It was a devotion that many lovers could not expect.
+Holding her with one arm, he divested himself of his armor and clothes. He never let her help although she longed to run her hands over his body, sliding the clothe from it... but arrogant Ares scorned to let her take any real part in their activities. Unlike Hephaestus.. So unlike her husband who did everything she asked. Ares took control, the way she wanted.
+Pushing her back onto her marital bed, Ares stood over her in all his glory, a mighty Greek God with his spear at the ready. She moaned as he leaned over her, his dark face blazing with his desire for her body; his hands ran up her arms and pinned her wrists over her head as he sucked one cherry nipple into his mouth. Biting down on it roughly he made her gasp and arch, and as her back arched upwards he thrust forward, splitting open her body with one agonizing movement. Aphrodite screamed her passion as she opened for him, his meaty stick filling her completely, she writhed in front of him, like an animal in heat.
+The only part of their affair that she regretted was her complete lack of control. She would love to fawn on him, climb over him, explore him, pleasure him... but Ares took his pleasure from her, demanding it from her body. It was why she adored him and what she hated most about him. Although she would lose interest after awhile if he allowed her control, she still craved it, just because he'd never let her have it.
+That craving made for an interesting struggle, as she tried to move her hands and he pressed them down further into the bedding, his thrusts becoming brutal as his eyes glowered at her.
+""Give in to me,"" he hissed under his breath, dark eyes like fiery pits demanding her submission.
+Aphrodite continued to struggle, screaming as he bit down on her other nipple... if she had been mortal he would have drawn blood with that bite. Although she didn't say a word he could feel her giving in to him, she started to move more with him and her hands lay quiescent under his.
+""Don't move,"" he ordered her as he pulled his hands away. She lay stretched out before him, the Goddess of Love and Beauty in all her magnificence... and all his again. Just as she was every afternoon, submitting to him, letting him take her over. It was a battle that he won again and again, possibly his favorite battle to fight. When it came to Love and War, Ares always won.
+Putting his hands over her aching breasts, he squeezed them hard and she lay there, using them to pull himself in and out of her body. Aphrodite's back arched and her hands clutched at the bedding, gasping breaths as he pumped harder and faster, her climax quickly growing.
+She convulsed as she cried out in lustful ecstasy, even in the throes of her orgasm her hands stayed firmly above her head where he had placed them. He continued to pummel away at her body, taking every inch of her pleasure and magnifying it as he thrust. Their screams of ecstasy echoed throughout the empty house as he began to fill her with his Godly fluid, burning passion filled with all the things that made him. Aphrodite writhed in completion.
+With a heavy groan, Ares fell forward, covering her body with his own. The moment their combined weight was on the bed, Hephaestus' trap sprung. Both of them shrieked in surprise as they were airborne, a glowing golden net pulling them upwards so that they hung well above the bed. Ares shouted in surprise, struggling uselessly against his brother's creation. They were well and truly caught, both in the net and with their bodies intertwined together... not only naked, but still with Ares' spear inside her.
+No matter how they struggled they couldn't loosen themselves, or even change their position; and so they were strung up as one by one the other Gods and Goddesses came to witness (and mock) their plight, until Hephaestus came home to set them free.
+Zeus then ruled that there would be no more relations between Ares and Aphrodite.
+At first Aphrodite was very upset, meaning to defy the rule immediately, but her husband had his own way of gaining back her loyalty. The net had not been his only recent creation, he'd also made manacles which he used to chain her to a rack in his forge... for many days Aphrodite was no longer neglected during the daytime, and nor did she need wish for any man to control her. Hephaestus restricted her even more than her beloved Ares had, she spent many afternoons groaning with lust and fulfillment as her husband made use of her chained body.
+
+"
+100,Greek Myths,Selena_Kitt,Chain Stories,2006-04-03,2006-06-09,2022-01-08 03:49:22,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/greek-myths-hephaestus-and-aphrodite,1. Hephaestus catches his wife with another man. 2. How Actaeon went being a hunter to being the hunted.,"['Grecian', 'Greek', 'Greek Mythology', 'Historical']",4.58,"Hephaestus limped toward the anvil where Arges was using his heavy hammer, carrying a delicate chain tented in his fingers, and he held it up for Arges to see.
+""Do you think she will like this one?"" Hephaestus asked him, offering it to the Cyclops.
+Arges blinked the single eye in the middle of his forehead and sighed. ""Why do you keep offering these things to her?""
+""She is my wife,"" Hephaestus replied, frowning.
+Arges took the necklace from his hands and it glowed immediately, shining a deep silver color. Hephaestus smiled at his handiwork. Arges was the Cyclops that brought brightness to all the metal work here, making it shine.
+""Thank you,"" Hephaestus replied, taking the chain back, admiring its delicate workings and now shiny veneer before tucking it into his pocket. He patted it. ""I know she will like this one.""
+Arges sighed, watching Hephaestus limp away.
+*****
+He could hear Aphrodite's laughter in the hallway, floating through the walls. Hephaestus smiled, running a hand through his hair and patting his pocket again. He stood outside for a moment, hearing more voices inside.
+""But Thalia, have you seen him dance?"" It was Aphrodite's voice—she was talking to one of the Graces. Hephaestus always felt uncomfortable in their presence, like a clumsy interloper. He hesitated, his hand raised to knock. Perhaps later, when she didn't have company.
+""Ares dances like no other!"" It was Euphrosyne, her voice joyful, as it always was. ""Such grace and presence I've never seen in a man.""
+Hephaestus swallowed hard, taking a step back on his lame foot. Later. Definitely later. He turned to go.
+""That isn't all he does like no other,"" Aphrodite said, her voice lowering. He heard them titter and squeal. His face burned and his fists clenched.
+""What of your husband?"" Aglaia asked, her voice clear as a bell above the others.
+Hephaestus opened the door without knocking and found the three Graces surrounding his wife at her vanity, adorning her hair with flowers.
+""Oh!"" Aphrodite smiled, holding her hand out to him. ""Hephaestus, come, Aglaia was just asking after you.""
+Hephaestus limped toward her, glancing at Aglaia by her side. The Grace, ever Aphrodite's favorite, was sitting next to her on the padded bench, her curly dark head resting against her mistress' shoulder. She was watching Hephaestus with her large, dark eyes and it made him feel even more ungainly and slow as he advanced.
+""I have brought you something,"" Hephaestus said, meeting his wife's cool gaze. Her eyes were a clear, deep blue, and they were veiled to him, as always. He ducked his head, clearing his throat.
+""Well?"" Aphrodite asked, holding her hand out. Hephaestus dug into his pocket and pulled out the fine chain. The Graces gasped in unison as he held it out to his wife.
+Aphrodite took it from him, holding it up to the light. ""It's very similar to the one you brought last week—almost the same."" She put it on the vanity table and turned to smile at him. ""Thank you... husband.""
+Hephaestus nodded, looking for something to do with his hands. He tucked them behind his back, rocking a little on his heels.
+""Have you finished the corset that I asked you to make?"" Aphrodite inquired, entangling her hand with Aglaia's and kissing the inside of the young woman's wrist. He watched his wife's mouth, his eyes hungry.
+""Almost,"" he replied, looking at the smile of pleasure of Aglaia's face as she basked in the goddess' attentions. He knew how she felt.
+""Perhaps that will be the next gift you bring to me, then?"" Aphrodite tilted her eyes up at him and then turned them toward the large, luxurious bed resting in the corner.
+He flushed, his body responding immediately. ""You will have it. Soon.""
+Aphrodite turned and tickled Aglaia under the chin. ""Will you show my husband to the door?""
+Aglaia stood, smiling at Hephaestus as she approached, taking his arm in hers. ""You are a master craftsman,"" she told him as she turned him toward the door. Hephaestus glanced over his shoulder at Aphrodite and she waggled her fingers at him.
+""Th-thank you,"" Hephaestus stuttered. Aglaia pulled the door open and eased them through. He followed her, seeing a last glimpse of Aphrodite before it swung shut. His heart lurched at the sight of her—such beauty!
+""Hephaestus,"" Aglaia turned her face up to his, her eyes soft. ""That was the most beautiful piece you have made for her yet.""
+He shook his head, avoiding her eyes. ""It was nothing. A trifle.""
+""She doesn't deserve you,"" Aglaia said under her breath. Hephaestus lifted his eyes to the Grace in surprise.
+""What... what did you say?""
+""Nothing."" Aglaia touched his arm and smiled. ""She would want me to thank you. It is a lovely gift, a beautiful gesture.""
+Hephaestus tilted his head, a smile playing on his lips. He had always felt so uncomfortable in the room with all of the Graces, but this one was different. Maybe it was just that he felt less obviously disfigured when they were standing alone together.
+""You are very gracious,"" he nodded at her.
+Aglaia laughed, a light, sparkling thing, squeezing his arm and turning back to the door. ""That's what I am.""
+Hephaestus glimpsed Aphrodite again as the door swung open and then shut. He took a shaky breath, leaning his forehead against it, pressing his hand there, as if he could reach her, his wife, the most beautiful goddess in the world. He could hear them talking.
+""Is he gone, Aglaia?""
+""Yes. He was very sad."" Aglaia's voice was low.
+He heard his wife sigh. ""So whose turn is it? Euphrosyne, do you want this one?""
+""Oh, may I have it?"" he heard Aglaia say. ""Please?""
+He remembered the fine, detailed work he had done, the hours he had spent.
+""So, when will you see Ares again?"" Thalia asked.
+Hephaestus closed his eyes, feeling his chest growing tight. He turned away from her door and limped down the hallway.
+*****
+""Is this what I think it is?"" Aphrodite took the beautiful woven pouch from him, her eyes brighter than he had ever seen them before.
+Hephaestus smiled, watching her pull the drawstring and open the bag, lifting the golden corset from its wrapping. She gasped, holding it up, watching it shimmer in the light.
+""You have outdone yourself,"" she whispered, moving to the full-length mirror and holding it up against her body. Hephaestus sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. He loved making her happy. Nothing shone so bright as his Aphrodite when she was pleased.
+""Will you put it on?"" His voice was hoarse and he met her gaze as she turned toward him. She looked from him to the bed and back to the mirror, the smile gone from her eyes, but not her mouth.
+""If you wish."" She slipped the gown off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her nude body underneath.
+He stifled a groan at the site of her. She never failed to move him, her long honey-colored hair spilling in waves down her back, the gentle slope and curve of her form. Aphrodite lifted the corset, studying it with loving eyes before wrapping it around her body, holding it together in the back as she admired her reflection.
+""What do you think?"" She winked at him.
+The corset was made of the finest metal mesh, a beautiful golden color that made her glow even more than he thought possible. It was just for her waist, leaving her breasts and nether-regions exposed. Hephaestus stood, limping toward her and standing behind her at the mirror. He winced, seeing his face appear over her shoulder—such ugliness next to her fine grace and beauty.
+""Let me fasten it,"" he said, his hands moving down the soft skin of her shoulders. He pushed her hands aside, beginning at the bottom, lacing the seam together through the small eyelets with the finest, yet strongest, golden gossamer thread. His fingers were large and calloused from his anvil, but still incredibly deft and gentle.
+""You will have to teach Aglaia to do this."" Aphrodite held her hair piled up on her head, holding herself still and straight for him.
+Hephaestus could have fastened it much more quickly, but he took his time, kneeling at first, his eyes drinking in the rounded swell of her bottom, the long, gentle curve of her legs. He stood to lace the rest, pressing a small kiss to the middle of her back as he did.
+""Now, tighten it,"" she said, looking over her shoulder at him, tendrils of her hair escaping her grasp. He smiled, pulling at the golden stays, watching her already small waistline shrink, accentuating her curves.
+""Beautiful,"" he murmured, tying the lacing at the top, his hands slipping down over the indentation of her waist, his fingers brushing the fine mesh of the corset.
+""Will it really make anyone fall in love with me?"" she asked, turning back and forth in the mirror, trying to see all sides.
+""Silly woman."" Hephaestus shook his head. ""Everyone is already in love with you.""
+She wrinkled her nose at him. ""Not everyone.""
+""Your husband is in love with you,"" he said, coming to stand next to her. ""And to answer your question, yes. This corset will make any man, mortal or immortal, fall immediately in love with you.""
+Aphrodite turned to face him, putting her arms around his neck. ""It is a kind and generous gift."" She kissed his cheek. ""Thank you.""
+""You are welcome,"" he whispered into her hair as he held her, breathing in her scent.
+""And you shall be rewarded,"" she murmured, tilting her face up and pressing her lips to his. He had forgotten how sweetly she tasted, the memory flooding back as she opened her mouth to him, allowing him in. He explored her with his tongue, his hands tangling in the silken tumble of her hair, groaning as he began to feel her soften against him.
+""You have something else for me,"" she whispered, reaching boldly between his legs and squeezing. He hissed through his teeth, his eyes closing as she rubbed him there.
+""Yes,"" he growled, nudging her toward the bed and then pushing her prone. She lay spread out before him, the golden mesh of the corset nearly matching the color of the hair spread out on the pillow—and the curly hair between her thighs.
+She smiled, a lazy, dreamy smile, reaching her hand down and spreading herself for him, showing him her treasure. He knelt before it, transfixed. Leaning in to kiss her, he edged his tongue past her flaxen tendrils, like plowing a golden wheat field, searching her fleshy furrows for the swollen pink kernel hiding within. Aphrodite moaned when he found it, his mouth covering her mound as he began to bathe her with his tongue.
+Her hips moved with him as she threw her hands above her head in complete abandon, her eyes closing. Hephaestus was skilled in this trade, and his fingers worked their way into her flesh as he licked her, feeling the velvet lining inside. His erection throbbed, aching to be buried inside of her. Still, his mouth endeavored to complete its task. He was never one to leave a job unfinished.
+""Yes,"" she moaned, rolling her hips in circles now, urging his tongue to follow that pattern. He accommodated her, rewarded with the sound of his name on her lips, her hands grasping his hair, pulling his head into her. ""Oh, Hephaestus, please!""
+He was dizzy with the sight of her pink nipples rising with her ragged breath above the cups of the golden corset, and he reached for them. Aphrodite moaned as he kneaded her flesh, tweaking the rosy buds of her nipples, rolling them, pulling them. His erection was a steel bar pressed against the side of the bed but he kept his mouth fastened over her sweet spot, urging her toward ecstasy.
+He felt her begin to swell, breaking like a wave against him, her body shuddering and trembling under his hands and mouth. He hung on, unwavering in his attention, swallowing her honey like ambrosia.
+When he moved on top of her, Aphrodite shrank back with a grimace. Hephaestus stopped, feeling his manhood beginning to wane. When she saw the pained look in his eyes, she touched his cheek, giving him a small smile.
+""Let me,"" she said, sliding out from under him and pushing him back onto the bed. She unfastened his breeches, finding him with her hand. His eyes roamed over her as she knelt above him, the sun gleaming off each link in the mesh corset, blinding him with lust. It truly was too much to resist.
+Her hand was skilled, a smooth, steady motion, bringing him close to a precarious edge. He moved his hand to cup her mound, sliding a finger into the soft, wet crevice he was longing to enter. She worked his shaft, and he struggled to defy his body's response, wanting it to last forever, wanting to plunge inside her slick depths, but he could feel himself nearing his limit, the pleasure too intense to hold onto any longer. He moaned her name, thrusting up until her hand was overflowing with his seed.
+He saw her smile, and felt her grip tighten around him, milking his shaft, making him thrash and growl and dig his fingers deep into her flesh. He closed his eyes, spent, and felt her slide away from him. His heart was beating hard in his chest, and he breathed deeply, allowing his body to relax. When he opened his eyes, longing to pull her to him, he found that she was standing in front of the mirror, looking at the corset he had made her.
+""You're beautiful,"" he told her from the bed, his voice hoarse.
+She smiled, running her hands over her hips. ""And now, I'm irresistible.""
+You always were, he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
+*****
+Hephaestus sat watching his wife, his hands clenched into fists under the table. His eyes followed Ares, who was touching the golden corset, fingering the fine mesh.
+A hand slapped him on the back. ""Quite a party, Hephaestus!""
+Hephaestus turned to see Hades standing behind him, his eyes on Aphrodite as well. ""All to show off the girdle?""
+""It's certainly making an impression,"" Persephone remarked dryly, putting her hand on Hades' arm. She smiled down at Hephaestus. ""Your wife is certainly lovely.""
+""Yes,"" Hephaestus agreed, frowning and rubbing his bearded chin. Aphrodite had outdone herself tonight—there was no man or god here who hadn't approached her. He knew part of it was the corset, of course, but the sheer, tight black material she wore underneath didn't hide any of her assets.
+""Aidon, dance with me."" Persephone looked up at her husband, calling him by her familiar name for him. He smiled and nodded down at her, taking her arm.
+Hephaestus watched them walking toward the dance floor. They were clearly in love—he could see it in the way they looked at each other when Hades took Persephone into his arms. It surprised him to see them here. Hades rarely left his dark realm. Aphrodite had something to do with it, he was sure. He knew she had invited everyone on Olympus, and as filled as the room was, he guessed that very few had turned down the invitation.
+Hephaestus took another drink from the mug in front of him, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He was alone at this end of the long table. He saw his father, Zeus, in some sort of debate with Poseidon in the corner. He watched them arguing for a moment, letting it take his mind off Aphrodite dancing with Ares—his own brother, dancing with his wife. His face burned, and he took another swallow from his mug.
+""Hephaestus?"" Aglaia nudged his arm.
+""Yes?"" He looked up at her, and suddenly felt lighter.
+""May I join you?"" She sat beside him without waiting to hear his response. He made room for her on the bench, nearly falling off the other edge as she sidled closer, her thigh touching his. ""So tell me about your work—what else have you made, besides the lovely jewelry and the blinding corset for my mistress?""
+""Oh, many things,"" he said, straining to see where Aphrodite had disappeared to. Athena and Artemis were in his line of vision on the dance floor as they swayed together to the music.
+There she was, still dancing with Ares, her head resting under his chin. He saw the way Ares ran his hand over the sides of the corset, down over her hips, and he remembered what it felt like to touch her.
+""What things?"" Persephone asked, sitting across from them, still out of breath from her dance. ""Aidon, will you get me some ambrosia?"" She smiled up at him as he came to the table, and he nodded, turning to go find some.
+""I was just asking Hephaestus what other miraculous things he had crafted,"" Aglaia said, resting her chin in her hand and looking at Hephaestus. Persephone looked between the two of them for a moment. Hades returned with two chalices full of ambrosia, placing one before his wife.
+""Didn't Hephaestus make your helmet, Aidon?"" Persephone asked as he sat down.
+Hades grinned. ""I love that thing. Put it on, and I'm invisible!""
+""You made an invisibility helmet?"" Aglaia's eyes widening. ""That's remarkable!""
+""I'll say,"" Persephone snorted, wiping a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes before taking a drink. ""He uses it for all sorts of naughty things—don't you, Aidon?""
+Hephaestus chuckled. ""I can imagine.""
+""What else have you crafted,"" Aglaia asked, putting her hand on Hephaestus' arm. He looked down at her slender fingers, but he didn't pull away. Her hand was tiny and warm and soft.
+""He made my bow,"" Artemis said, coming to stand behind Persephone and Hades. Athena was following her, carrying two chalices. ""I'm sorry, I couldn't help overhearing.""
+""Oh, join us, Artemis!"" Aglaia smiled, extending a hand out to her. ""And Athena, you are looking so wild and untamed tonight.""
+""Is that a compliment?"" Athena asked, following Artemis around the table to sit on the other side of Aglaia. She patted Hephaestus on the back as she passed. ""Hephaestus made my spear, as well.""
+""Is there anything you didn't make?"" Aglaia asked in wonder.
+Persephone nudged Hades and smiled up at him. ""Perhaps only the stars and the moon?""
+Hades chuckled. ""Didn't you make Poseidon's trident, too?""
+""Oh, and Demeter's sickle!"" Artemis added. ""Where is your mother, Persephone?""
+""Hera's throne, too,"" Athena said.
+Zeus and Poseidon had heard them talking, and both of them came over to stand by the table. Hephaestus looked around him, amazed that a moment ago, he was brooding alone, and suddenly he was surrounded by people, all praising his work. He glanced at Aglaia, her eyes shining up at him, and he knew it was all because of this little Grace.
+""Did I hear my name mentioned?"" Poseidon asked.
+""We were just trying to decide which of Hephaestus' creations was the best,"" Hades remarked, tipping back in his chair and lacing his fingers behind his head. ""What do you two think?""
+""My thunderbolts, of course!"" Zeus said. ""No question!""
+""Well, there are all twelve golden Olympian thrones to consider, too,"" Athena added.
+""I'm sorry, everyone,"" Aphrodite slipped between Zeus and Poseidon, Ares following close behind her. ""But the most wonderful thing has to be my corset."" She turned and smiled at Ares, whose eyes were on her waist.
+""Tell us, Aglaia,"" Persephone murmured. ""You are the Grace of Splendor. Which of these things is the most splendid?""
+Aglaia glanced at Aphrodite, and then looked around at each of them. Hephaestus turned to watch her, and he noticed for the first time that she was wearing the necklace that he had brought for his wife that day. She was fingering it as she thought, her face serious.
+""I have watched him work,"" Aglaia said softly, taking Hephaestus' hand and turning it over in hers. They were rough and calloused and large compared to hers. She stroked his palm with her fingertips, her eyes meeting his. ""There is magic in his hands. He is a true artist. He holds the image of love inside himself, and he molds every object of his craft to its vision.""
+Hephaestus stared at her, transfixed.
+Aglaia glanced at Aphrodite. ""He has been rejected again and again, by all of you—by even his own mother and father."" Aglaia turned her eyes to Zeus for a moment and Hephaestus felt an incredible heat coming off of her. ""Yet still, he doesn't reject the world. He has learned how to craft ugliness into beauty—how to see the beauty in it all.""  
+The table was quiet now. Even the music had stopped. ""I cannot choose one. They are all as brilliant as he is.""
+Hephaestus stood, tripping over himself as he moved away from the bench. ""Excuse me,"" he said, flushing as he limped past Ares and his wife. ""I have to tend to something."" He could hear Aglaia calling him, but he didn't turn to her. He was afraid if he did, there would be no turning back.
+*****
+""Hephaestus!"" He saw a startled Aglaia come around the garden wall, her hand going to her throat when she noticed him standing there.
+""Pardon me."" He ducked his head, his face beginning to burn. He had been standing in front of the rose trellis, he didn't know how long, trying to decide. ""I will go.""
+""No!"" she cried, seeking his eyes out with a smile. ""Please don't. You just startled me.""
+He cleared his throat. ""I apologize,"" he said again. He jumped when she laid a hand on his arm. Her skin was almost as soft as Aphrodite's.
+""What are you doing out in the sunshine?"" She poked him in the ribs, and he looked down to where her finger pressed, surprised. ""It might burn you right up—you're so used to that dark forge of yours.""
+""I—"" It took him a moment to realize that she was teasing him. ""Maybe you can help me? I was choosing a rose for your mistress.""
+""Oh, roses, too!"" Aglaia nodded, pursing her lips. ""Jewelry and flowers—she is a lucky woman, your wife.""
+""I like this one,"" Hephaestus said, touching the soft petals of a dark crimson rose, such a deep red it almost looked black.
+""Crimson is a funeral flower—it is for mourning,"" Aglaia said, shaking her head.
+Hephaestus' face blushed a deeper shade. ""I am no good at this,"" he mumbled.
+Aglaia touched a dark pink rose. ""They all have different meanings. Dark pink is thankfulness, and this light pink one means joy and admiration. It all depends on what you want to say to her.""
+""What of the yellow? I like those. Bright, a little shiny, aren't they?"" Hephaestus tilted his head to look at her. The sun against her black curls made them appear almost blue, but her eyes were as dark as night, even out here, a stunning contrast to her pale complexion.
+""Yellow is friendship,"" she said. ""Sometimes slighted love... or freedom."" She leaned in to smell the flower, her eyes closing, and he noticed her sooty lashes against her rosy cheeks.
+""Not yellow then."" He sighed. ""This orange one?""
+Aglaia opened her eyes to him. ""Desire."" The way she said it sent a jolt through him.
+Hephaestus took a step back, clearing his throat. ""What just says love?""
+""This red,"" she said, her finger tracing the petal of a deep red rose, nowhere near as dark at the crimson. ""This is the red of love, and passion, and beauty.""
+Hephaestus nodded. ""That's the one, then.""
+""Is it?"" she asked, searching his face with those dark eyes. She looked at him as if she could see something there. ""Are you sure?""
+He didn't know why he felt like explaining anything to her, but he did. Maybe it was what she had said at Aphrodite's little dinner party. He knew that Arges and the rest of the Cyclops disapproved of his pursuit of his wife—that all of the gods and goddesses looked askance at his behavior.
+""I've loved Aphrodite since the moment I first saw her,"" Hephaestus told her. ""I had never seen such beauty before.""
+""She is a beautiful woman,"" Aglaia admitted, looking up at him. He found his eyes lingering on her mouth, a soft, red rosebud.
+""When Zeus gave her to me,"" he went on. ""I thought it was the best thing that had ever happened to me.""
+""She doesn't love you,"" Aglaia whispered.
+""I know,"" he replied, nodding in agreement. He knew it, but he couldn't help how he felt. Something compelled him to pursue her in spite of her rejection. He knew he made himself the fool for her—but he couldn't seem to stop.
+""Hephaestus,"" she said, his name in her mouth a whispered plea. He peered down at her, this gentle Grace, seeing something there that moved him.
+He did it without thinking, tilting her chin up and putting his mouth against hers. She responded, wrapping her arms around him, her little body pressing into him, a soft, sudden reminder of his manhood. He felt a spark, not unlike his hammer hitting hot metal on his anvil—it was something fierce and undeniable.
+He broke the kiss, staring down at her closed eyes, her rosy mouth still turned up to him, an offering. He let her go and she stumbled, gasping. Hephaestus turned away from her, swallowing hard.
+He was quiet for a moment, and then he said, ""I have tried for years to please her, to find the thing that will turn her toward me instead of away from me. I am growing very tired.""
+""Then, stop,"" Aglaia whispered. She came up behind him, pressing her breasts into him and resting her cheek against his back.
+""I can't,"" he choked.
+""Why?""
+He realized it, in that moment. ""Because if she can love me... then maybe... maybe I'm not the boy who was thrown from Olympus because he was disfigured. Maybe I'm not the man who has been spurned by every goddess, laughed at by every god. Maybe there is some part of me that is... tolerable.""
+Aglaia let go of him, and he turned to see her standing there with tears on her cheeks. ""Your problem isn't that you are lame... your problem is that you are blind.""
+""I don't—""
+Aglaia turned from him and fled. He stood, stunned, watching her go.
+A sudden heat against his neck made him turn, and he forgot about Aglaia as he saw Helios, the sun god, coming toward him in his flaming chariot.
+""How's she holding up?"" Hephaestus shaded his eyes, admiring the golden chariot and smiling as Helios stopped quite a distance away. The chariot was scorching the garden where it stood, and he knew Aphrodite was going to have a fit about it.
+""As beautiful as the day you made her for me,"" Helios replied with a grin. ""How are you holding up, old man?""
+Hephaestus shrugged. ""Same as ever.""
+""So I can see,"" Helios replied, jerking his head in the direction that Aglaia had run off. ""Still ignoring the flower right in front of you and pursuing the unattainable garden?""
+""Did you come all the way down here to taunt me, Helios?""
+""No."" The blazing god sighed, shaking his flaming head. ""I came down here to give you some information.""
+""Oh?"" Hephaestus crossed his arms, not sure he wanted to hear this. Helios had long been a good friend, perhaps because Hephaestus was one of the only gods who could withstand his heat. Helios was one god he could trust to watch his back.
+""It's about your wife,"" Helios said, frowning. His eyes said it all. ""And Ares.""
+""I don't want to know."" Hephaestus turned to walk away.
+Helios called out: ""You are a fool!""
+""I know."" Hephaestus felt something congealed in his chest, continuing to walk away.
+""That little Grace loves you,"" Helios told him. Hephaestus stopped, turning to look back at him. ""I have seen her watching you from afar. She is yours for the asking.""
+""What have you seen?"" Hephaestus asked, walking a few paces toward him, the intensity of the heat making him stop. It was too much, even for a man who worked in the temperatures he did all day.
+""It's so clear!"" Helios rolled his orange eyes, waving his hand and singeing one of the rosebushes.
+""Maybe with a light as bright as yours,"" Hephaestus replied with a little laugh. ""I spend most of my time in darkness.""
+""You should make her yours,"" Helios implored. ""Don't you want to be happy?""
+""I cannot."" Hephaestus raised an eyebrow at him. ""You forget—Aphrodite is my wife.""
+""You can set her aside."" Helios smiled.
+Hephaestus scowled at him. ""Not without a reason.""
+""And if you had one?"" Helios tilted his head at him, the light in his eyes growing ever brighter.
+""But I don't.""
+""Yes, actually, you do."" Helios delivered his news quietly, his voice thick with empathy. ""I saw Aphrodite and Ares together. In the meadow. She has been unfaithful to you.""
+Hephaestus felt a lead weight in his chest. He had his suspicions, of course, but he had never had any proof. ""Are you sure? You know, you see from a great distance.""
+Helios slapped his own forehead. ""Will you ever think of excuses for her? I have eyes like a hawk—and she's hard to miss.""
+Hephaestus closed his eyes against it for a moment, a sick, gnawing feeling in his belly. ""Thank you, Helios. You are a good friend.""
+*****
+Arges put his hand on Hephaestus' shoulder and he startled, putting down his hammer and turning to the Cyclops.
+""What is it, Arges?""
+Arges peered at the strange metal work. Hephaestus had done nothing but this for months. ""What is this thing?""
+""What does it look like?"" Hephaestus asked, his face darkening as he turned back to his work.
+""A net,"" Arges said, stating the obvious. ""Who is for?""
+Hephaestus looked up at him, holding it up and admiring his work. ""My wife.""
+*****
+""Oh, Hephaestus!"" Aglaia rose as he approached Aphrodite's door. She had been sitting outside on a bench, idly strumming a lyre. ""She isn't... well.""
+""A goddess, not well?"" He smirked, shaking his head. ""You must all think me a fool.""
+""No,"" Aglaia said, putting her small hand on his arm. ""It is true... today. She is heart sick over something. She will not say what.""
+Hephaestus closed his eyes for a moment. ""I know how she feels.""
+""Did you want something?"" Aglaia asked him. He looked down at her face, so open and kind and willing to please. He reached down and fingered the necklace at her throat. She flushed, her hand moving to cover it.
+""I—""
+""No,"" he said, rubbing his finger over the delicate chain. ""I know.""
+When he lifted his eyes to hers, he saw they were wet with sadness. She whispered, ""I'm sorry.""
+Hephaestus used his thumb to wipe away her tears. ""Will you give her a message for me, then, sweet Aglaia?""
+She nodded. ""Yes.""
+""Tell her I am going hunting. I won't be back for a fortnight.""
+Her face fell. ""So long?""
+He nodded, his eyes searching hers before turning and limping back down the hallway.
+*****
+Hephaestus sat at her vanity, waiting. He heard them before he saw them, the bump and rattle of the door, as if something were being pressed against it, and Aphrodite's voice, her soft moaning. He looked back into the mirror, seeing only the wall behind him reflected. Hades' invisibility helmet worked as well as the day he had finished it.
+""How long will he be gone?"" Ares asked, kissing her back into the room.
+She wrapped her arms around his neck, purring, ""A fortnight. A whole, glorious fortnight!"" She twirled out of his arms, laughing and collapsing onto the bed. She reached her hand out for him. ""Come. We have so much to catch up on.""
+""Zeus gave you to the wrong brother,"" Ares growled, diving onto the bed and rolling with her on it.
+She laughed, kicking and squealing beneath him. ""You have no arguments from me. You should tell him that!""
+You'll get your chance, thought Hephaestus as he watched, his chest seething with rage, while Ares covered Aphrodite's swelling cleavage with kisses. Aphrodite pushed at him, slipping out from underneath and standing, letting her garments fall to the floor. Ares gave a low groan. She was wearing the corset. Hephaestus remembered that day, seeing her standing just there, as he laced her up into it. He imagined Aglaia had done it today.
+""Your turn,"" Aphrodite said, stretching out on the bed beside him. ""I want to see you disrobe.""
+Ares stood, tossing his shirt aside. Aphrodite watched, smiling, her eyes gleaming as he pulled off his robe and tunic. He knelt over her in just a loincloth, and she ran her hands up over his stomach and chest.
+""You are stunning,"" she murmured, wrapping her legs around his thighs.
+""I could say the same,"" he replied, leaning in to kiss her. They tumbled around the bed, thrashing and moaning. Hephaestus waited, still. He didn't know just what he was waiting for. Did he really think they were going to stop, now? That she was going to sit up and say, ""Oh, wait, I have a husband, we shouldn't be doing this!"" He knew she wasn't. And yet, he waited.
+""I want you inside of me,"" Aphrodite moaned. Hephaestus could see her hand moving between her legs from this angle, Ares pressed between them. ""Make me yours, Ares. I am yours.""
+That was it. That was what he had been waiting for. Ares thrust into her with a grunt and Aphrodite cried out. Hephaestus pulled the strong, gossamer strands that had been sitting loosely in his hands, the same strands he had used to make the laces for her corset. He pulled and pulled, hearing Aphrodite scream, seeing Ares thrashing with her, trapped together in the golden net. He pulled it tight, until they were suspended near the ceiling, and wrapped and tied the cording around the hook he had installed earlier on the wall.
+""What is this?"" Ares cried, sounding panicked. Hephaestus watched him pushing and prodding at the net, struggling to get free.
+He left them, opening the door and closing it behind him, knowing they would see it, and not understand when no one walked through it. Aglaia was sitting on the bench, as he knew she would be, keeping watch. He removed his helmet.
+""Hephaestus!"" she gasped, nearly falling off the bench in surprise. ""I... you... what—?""
+He reached down and touched her cheek. ""Will you do one more small thing for me, Aglaia?""
+She nodded, her face a mask of surprise.
+""Put a call out from me to my father and all his brothers—I want every god to witness this.""
+""Witness?"" she asked, breathless. ""Of course, I will do what you ask."" She hurried off to find the messenger.
+Hephaestus sat on the bench and waited, hearing Ares and Aphrodite calling for help. He smiled, picking up the lyre that Aglaia had been holding, beginning to strum.
+*****
+""What is the meaning of this?"" Zeus and Poseidon were storming down the hall, with Hermes bringing up the rear. ""I was right in the middle of a game of, uh... chance, with a fine young swan.""
+Hephaestus stood, opening the door and allowing them all to see as they crowded into the doorway.
+Aglaia was hurrying toward them. ""Hephaestus! I got them as quickly as I could!""
+He smiled down at her, touching her cheek. ""You did wonderfully. Thank you.""
+""Hephaestus!"" It was Aphrodite's voice. ""This is your doing! Get me down from here!""
+Aglaia's eyes widened and she moved to look into the room.
+""You may not want to do that."" Hephaestus grabbed her shoulder.
+She looked up at him, understanding in her eyes. ""Yes, I do.""
+She joined the gods standing in the doorway. All three of them were laughing at the sight of Aphrodite and Ares tangled up together in the net.
+""Ho! What were you two doing, I wonder?"" Poseidon roared, his laugh like crashing waves.
+""Never mind that,"" Ares hissed. ""Get us down, would you?""
+""That's my boy,"" Zeus laughed, shaking his head.
+Hephaestus moved past them into the room, standing and looking up at the two of them, admiring his handiwork. The net was a very fine, thin mesh, similar to what he had made Aphrodite's corset of—in fact, if he hadn't made the garment for her, he wouldn't have known he could make the net at all.
+""Forget your boy!"" Hermes cried, peering around Zeus' shoulder and giving a long, low whistle. ""Look at the goddess!""
+Aglaia came to stand next to Hephaestus, putting her hand on his arm. He was getting used to feeling it resting there.
+""Hey, Ares,"" Hermes called. ""Wanna trade places?""
+""Very funny, pipsqueak,"" Ares growled, punching uselessly at the net. ""You taunt the god of war when he's tied up in some magical net. Such a hero.""
+""Let them down, Hephaestus,"" Zeus said, still chuckling.
+""She is my wife,"" Hephaestus reminded him. ""They are adulterers.""
+Poseidon put his hand on Hephaestus' shoulder. ""Ares will have to pay you the adulterer's fee, then.""
+Hermes snorted. ""He still owes four gods that I know of, just off the top of my head.""
+""See?"" Hephaestus said with a sigh. ""Can't ever trust the god of war, can you?""
+Poseidon squeezed his shoulder. ""I'll pay it, then.""
+""Let him down, Hephaestus,"" Zeus said. ""Enough is enough.""
+""I don't want the adulterer's fee,"" Hephaestus said, looking down at the tiny hand resting against his forearm. ""I want to set her aside.""
+""What?!"" Aphrodite cried, kicking at the net, her bare foot just making it bow out.
+Zeus looked at Hephaestus, and then back to the couple suspended above the bed. He nodded. ""Very well. It's done.""
+Hephaestus smiled down at Aglaia, whose eyes were still wide in shock, her face bemused. He moved toward the wall, unsheathing his knife.
+""Goodbye, Aphrodite,"" he said, slashing the golden cord and watching the couple thump to the bed.
+He didn't pay attention to her screams or his curses as they struggled to untangle themselves. Hephaestus only had eyes for Aglaia.
+""Can I speak to you outside?"" he asked her, putting his hand at her elbow.
+She nodded, finally closing her mouth and following him.
+""Can we go to your room?"" Hephaestus asked her as they moved into the hallway. Aglaia stopped for a moment, her head cocked. He didn't know if she was listening to Aphrodite calling her, or if she were simply considering.
+""Yes,"" she said, reaching for his hand. She slowed her pace to his as they made their way down the hall. All three Graces had separate chambers near Aphrodite's, so the walk wasn't long. ""Excuse the disarray, I haven't had a chance—""
+She stood in the doorway, her eyes wide above the hand pressed to her mouth. Hephaestus grinned, waiting for her reaction. She turned to him with tears in her eyes.
+""You?"" she whispered. He nodded, reaching down and lifting her against him without a word, kissing her full mouth as he pressed her into the room, and kicking the door shut behind them with his good leg. Aglaia's mouth was the softest, sweetest thing he had ever tasted, and he couldn't get enough of it. Her tongue touched his, licking over his lips, his teeth, the tiny hands tangled in his hair making him moan.
+Aglaia broke the kiss, breathing hard, her eyes shining up at him. No one had ever looked at him that way. Then her eyes turned to the room, taking it all in. There were ten dozen red roses, all fresh from the garden, interspersed with the ten dozen golden roses he had made for her, all positioned around the room. He had made golden curtains for her bed of a similar fine mesh that he had used for the corset and the net.
+Aglaia laughed, delighted, walking over to inspect one of the golden roses, turning it over in her hands. ""How did you do this? When?""
+""The Cyclops did it for me, while you were running for the messenger,"" Hephaestus explained. ""I had hoped—""
+""Yes,"" Aglaia said, looking over her shoulder at him. ""The answer has always been yes.""
+Hephaestus moved toward her, slipping his arms around her waist from behind. ""I am sorry it took me so long to ask.""
+""You make me feel dizzy and weak,"" Aglaia whispered, leaning back against him. Hephaestus stared down at her curly dark head, her face tilted up to him, her eyes closed. He had never had such an effect on a woman, and he wasn't sure what to do or say.
+   She opened her eyes to him, and smiled. ""Red roses?"" she asked.
+""Red, means love, yes?"" he asked. She nodded. ""And gold—that means forever.""
+""Forever,"" she murmured. She turned in his arms, slipping her hands behind his neck and kissing him. She pulled his shirt up, finding the bare skin of his back, pressing herself into him and whispering, ""Make me yours.""
+He didn't need another invitation. He may have been lame, but his arms were incredibly strong from years of swinging a hammer. He picked her up, a little bit of fluff, and carried her to the bed. She made him stop so she could look at the golden curtains.
+""They are so beautiful,"" she said, fingering the fine mesh.  
+""You are beautiful,"" Hephaestus told her, pushing the curtains aside and laying her on the bed. He sat beside her.
+""Perhaps you should see the rest of me before you decide,"" she said with a smile, slipping her garment off her shoulders. Hephaestus watched as she opened it for him, revealing her nude body underneath. He could feel himself begin to stiffen, seeing her laid out before him. His eyes followed the fullness of her breasts, with their pink, pursed nipples, down the soft curve of her waist, her hip, lingering at her navel before slipping to the dark thatch of hair between her legs, where he stayed for a moment, enchanted and growing even more aroused.
+""I take back what I said,"" Hephaestus murmured, slipping a hand over her calf, her thigh, aching to touch the heat between her legs.
+Aglaia sat up on her elbows, cocking her head at him. ""What?""
+""You aren't beautiful,"" he said, tilting his head, his eyes still fixed at the apex of her thighs. He thought he could see a flash of pink in the midst of her. His erection came to full-mast at the thought. Aglaia nudging him with her foot brought him out of his trance. She was pouting, and it was the most delightful thing he had ever seen.
+He chuckled. ""You aren't beautiful,"" he said again with a grin. ""You are sublime. You are everything beautiful I have ever seen in one soft, supple form. I could devour you."" He meant it.
+She reached for him. ""Show me.""
+He came to her, and it was like walking in a summer rain after working all day in the forge. She was gentle beauty and sweet release, wrapping herself around him, her nude body a reminder of his still-clothed one. She pulled his shirt up over his head, smiling at the broadness of his chest, running her hands through the hair there. When she slid her little hand into his breeches, he groaned. Letting her pull and twist and play was exquisite torture.
+He rolled to his back and pulled her with him, his mouth still exploring hers, their breath together growing shallow and fast, the heat in the room rising. Aglaia let go of his member and he gave her an unhappy groan, but soon forgot about it when she moved down his body, pulling his breeches off as she went.
+""Your boots?"" she asked, touching his lame leg. Hephaestus flushed. He had been too ashamed to allow Aphrodite to see him. ""Not that I mind if you leave them on—I'm going to have you, either way.""
+He chuckled at the light in her eyes. ""Take them off.""
+She pulled his right boot off his good leg, and then tackled the left. It was specially made for his club foot, in all appearances normal on the outside, just wider than the other boot. She had to work it off, and she set it aside, looking at his lame foot, perfectly formed, just twisted to the side.
+""Am I so hideous?"" he asked her, and she met his eyes and lowered her mouth to kiss the instep of his bent foot as her response. He had never been touched there, even by his own mother. Hephaestus felt tears burning his eyes and blinked them back.
+Her mouth began to travel its way up his calf, his thigh, and she pressed her body between his legs, draping herself against him as she settled there, feathering kisses over the tip of him. She nibbled and kissed and licked, taking her time, her fingers stroking against his thigh, lifting and gently squeezing the sacs between his legs. He moaned when she took him fully into her mouth, working her tongue around and around the head as she did.
+""Aglaia,"" he murmured, his hands lost in her dark curls. She rubbed and nuzzled against him, her skin like velvet, her nipples brushing his thighs. He didn't know how long she spent, he lost track of everything but sensation, the delicious feeling resonating out from his pelvis. He could feel something tightening in his belly, the pleasure of her wet mouth so intense he was growling and bucking beneath her.
+She stopped, then, squeezing him in her hand, and just licking at the tip, where a small amount of fluid was beginning to overflow. Her lips were red and swollen from having him in her mouth, her face and chest flushed from the effort. She moved up onto him in one fluid motion, pressing her belly to his, trapping his erection between them.
+""I want to show you something,"" she whispered against his lips. He could taste himself in her mouth when she kissed him. She straddled him, sitting up at first, and then standing, her legs on either side of him. He stared, breathless with his own lust, mesmerized by her as she began to walk up his body, until she was standing right above his head. He could see that the dark wool between her legs was glistening with wetness, and it made his mouth water and his manhood throb.
+She reached her hands down, her eyes on his, and opened herself up for him so he could see the dark pink flesh inside. He groaned, one hand going to his member, squeezing it, the other slipping through her folds, moving her fingers aside so he could explore her.
+""That's how much I want you,"" she murmured, moving her hips in circles against his hand. ""All that sweet liquid is for you.""
+He slipped a finger inside of her, then two, the velvet walls of her contracting and releasing, drawing him in. He imagined sliding into her wetness, and he squeezed his hand harder between his legs.
+Aglaia put her hands on the wall, spreading her thighs wider for him. He began moving his fingers in and out of her, his thumb finding the sweet pearl near the top of her cleft and rubbing it. He watched her face, her eyes closed, her dark hair curling around her cheeks, her breath coming faster and faster still as he worked his fingers into her.
+""Hephaestus,"" she moaned, grinding her hips into his hand now, leaving one hand on the wall and using the other to tweak her nipples, gone quickly from pink to red. He could see the muscles in her thighs tensing, and he stroked her a little faster then, urging her on. She whimpered and tossed her head from side to side, her knees beginning to bend. He wondered if she would just collapse onto him.
+""Deeper,"" she begged him. ""Harder! Oh, please!"" He shoved his hand up against her again and again, trying to match the rhythm of her hips as they rocked.
+""Oh!!"" she cried out, sounding surprised, and he could see her toes curling against the bedcovers just as he felt her begin to twinge and spasm around his fingers, her honey dripping down his arm in little rivulets.
+She did collapse then, stepping over him and collapsing onto the bed beside him, her chest heaving, her thighs still trembling. She took his hand in hers and began to lick his fingers, his wrist, his forearm. Her eyes glazed and she wore a dreamy smile on her face.
+""I want you,"" Hephaestus said, rolling onto her, his erection making its throbbing appeal against her damp thigh. She reached down and lined him up, aiming him toward her heaven, and he slid forward, burying himself to the hilt. She whimpered, her hands squeezing his upper arms as he began to thrust. She was hotter than fire inside, and she felt like wet satin wrapped around him.
+He was careful to keep his weight off her as he moved, but she kept pulling at him, wrapping her legs around his hips, her arms around his shoulders. He gave in to her, letting himself down onto her softness, their hips locked together, grinding and rolling. She moaned and wiggled beneath him, biting at his shoulder with her little teeth, scratching his back with her nails, each sting driving him forward, harder into her, again and again.
+""Yes,"" she whispered over and over against his neck, her hot breath flooding him. ""Yes! Yes! Yes!""
+""Aglaia,"" he groaned. He couldn't hold on any longer, feeling the tight hot coil ready to spring between his legs. She thrust her hips back against his, and he felt her shuddering, thrashing and bucking under him now, throwing her head back and moaning. That was more than enough to push him over the edge. He drove deeply into her, one last, glorious thrust, exploding inside of her, spilling his seed into the softness of her flesh.
+He collapsed onto her, kissing her cheeks, her forehead, her closed eyelids, her little snub nose. She smiled, running her hand through his hair. Hephaestus rolled off her with a groan, propping himself on his elbow and looking down at her. The light was streaming in through the window, making the golden curtains around the bed shimmer, throwing glimmering shadows on her face. She turned toward him, snuggling up with a sigh.
+""I have something else for you,"" Hephaestus said after a while, stroking her hair.
+She opened her eyes to him. ""I have everything I ever wanted.""
+He moved off the bed, finding his clothes and digging into his pocket. He sat on the edge and gave her the small woven pouch.
+""A present?"" She clapped, smiling, her eyes bright. He handed her the pouch and watched her open in.
+""This one is for you alone,"" he said, watching her tent the necklace in her fingers. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. ""There's something else in there.""
+Aglaia reached back into the pouch, her eyes widening before she removed it, feeling what it was.
+He nodded, seeing her pull out the ring. He took a deep breath. He didn't know why his heart was hammering so, why he felt so clammy. ""Will you be mine, sweet Aglaia?""
+She looked at the ring for a moment and then smiled, looking up at him through tears. ""Yes,"" she whispered, putting her arms around him and hugging him tightly. He helped her put the ring on.
+They both jumped when they heard a knock at the door. Aglaia's eyes widened, and she moved off the bed to go answer it, taking her gown and wrapping it around her.
+""Aglaia!"" It was Aphrodite's voice. Aglaia turned to look at Hephaestus sitting naked on the bed, the curtain drawn aside. He nodded, waving his hand toward the door. ""Aglaia! Hurry up! We have to pack, I'm moving back to Mount Olympus and—""
+Aphrodite's voice dwindled as Aglaia swung the door open. Her eyes were wide, her jaw dropped, staring at the splendor of the little Grace's room filled with roses. ""What—?"" and then she saw Hephaestus sitting on the edge of the bed.
+""You!"" she hissed, her eyes narrowing, moving toward him. Aglaia put her hand out, stopping Aphrodite with it.
+""He is no longer your husband,"" Aglaia said. ""And I am staying here.""
+Aphrodite frowned, turning toward Aglaia and grasping her hands. When she saw the ring on Aglaia's finger, her brow furrowed. ""You don't want to stay here. We're like sisters—more than sisters."" Aphrodite leaned in to kiss her cheek. ""Come home with me.""
+""I am home,"" Aglaia replied, pulling her hand away and smiling over her shoulder at Hephaestus. ""Goodbye, Aphrodite.""
+Aphrodite stammered, her mouth working, but no words coming out.
+""I hope your corset keeps you warm.""
+Aglaia shut the door and turned toward the bed. Hephaestus opened his arms and welcomed her in.
+
+"
+101,Greek Myths,Boxlicker101,Chain Stories,2006-04-06,2008-12-26,2022-01-08 03:49:31,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/greek-myths-medea-and-jason-pt-01,1. Medea's trysts with Jason make her betray her country. 2. Medea helps Jason and his crew make their getaway.,"['Argonauts', 'Golden Fleece', 'Jason And Medea']",4.75,"""Oh! Oh!"" Princess Medea whimpered ecstatically. ""Oh! That is so wonderful! Keep eating me! Keep eating my pussy!"" Her ass bounced up and down on her luxurious bed as she looked down at the headful of golden curls between her legs, marveling that any tongue could do the incredible things to a pussy that the owner of that hair was doing to hers.
+Like everybody in her homeland of Colchis, Medea had extensive sexual experience. It was universally believed by the people of that land that carnal pleasure was the right of everybody, and she had long ago lost count of her sex partners, male and female. However, nobody had ever done anything for her that could compare to what Jason, the handsome young man from Greece, was doing with his mouth. He had brought her quickly to her first orgasm, more quickly than she would have believed possible. Knowing she was close to cumming a second time, Medea rejoiced again that she had invited him to her bedchamber.
+After he had answered her summons, his first kisses on her lips, her blue eyes and her throat had been perfunctory, little more than a greeting. After that, he had gotten serious, his tongue spending many exquisitely pleasurable minutes fondling her sensitive pink nipples. As Medea's passion rose, he had drawn first one, then the other of her large, creamy breasts into his mouth to suck on them, while his magical tongue caressed her erect nipples and their puffy areolas. She was almost ready to cum already when he started kissing and licking his way down her soft belly toward her dripping pussy.
+Medea's traditional, loose-fitting garments were quickly peeled away and she lay naked under his gaze. ""Yes! Yes!"" the princess implored him. ""Lick me there! Eat my pussy!""
+Jason moved quickly to kneel between the legs that were spread so invitingly for him. She raised herself off the bed and slipped a pillow under her ass to fully present herself to the young man who had already given her some of the greatest thrills she had ever experienced. When he leaned toward her, Medea raised her legs to drape them over his shoulders. Even as Jason's incredible tongue was sluicing up the delicious juices that coated her thighs, crotch and the engorged lips of her pussy, the princess started cumming.
+""Ah! AH!"" she cried joyously. Her legs squeezed his head and her fingers entwined in his hair, squashing her pussy against his face. For the almost five minutes of her cumming, Medea's body thrashed on the bed; her head rolled from side to side on her pillow and her ass rocked to and fro. When she finally climaxed, her back arched, followed by the relaxation of all her muscles. She collapsed back onto the bed, her hands and legs loosening their grip.
+After Medea's tremendous orgasm, Jason paused no more than a few seconds before devouring the delicious juices that had gushed from her. After they had all been savored and swallowed, his tongue became active again, caressing the lady's pussy lips. He took his time, inserting the talented organ between a pair of inner and outer labia and slowly licking both to the end of the inner lip. There, where the inner lips merge to form her clit hood, his tongue stroked the protective covering, even curling underneath to fondle the precious love button itself. Minutes after her first climax, Medea was well on her way to another, moaning from the waves of intense pleasure that coursed through her body, with her pussy fucking up into Jason's face.
+Hearing Medea expressing her joy and her entreaties to him, Jason smiled inwardly and continued his expert ministrations. He smiled for two reasons. For one thing, Medea had, quite possibly, the most marvelous pussy he had ever eaten, a lovely mix of pink and ivory with soft blonde hair. Her plentiful juices had an incredibly delectable aroma and tasted even better than they smelled. Best of all were the tactile sensations of her spongy lips, engorged with lust, her silky skin and her feathery pubic hair. As delightful as her pussy felt, his pleasure was enhanced by the swiveling of her hips under him and her thrusts into his face. Medea's uninhibited sounds of ecstasy and her pleas to continue pleasuring her were music to his ears. Eating the princess's pussy was truly a delight to all his senses.
+The second reason Jason was happy was that his plan was going perfectly. He had formulated the scheme after making a demand of King Pelias of Iolcus. Jason was the son of the former king, Aeson, who had been overthrown and murdered by Pelias, his half brother, who had then claimed the throne. Jason had demanded that his uncle abdicate in favor of him. The usurper had agreed to do so, but only on the condition that Jason would go to the kingdom of Colchis and return with the Golden Fleece, one of the greatest treasures in the world.
+Jason was well aware that such a mission would be dangerous and difficult. He also didn't believe that Pelias would willingly renounce what he had plotted and killed for but he knew that possession of the Golden Fleece would aid him in his quest to accede to the throne. As the son of Aeson, he, rather than Pelias, was the rightful heir, and this fact and possession of the great treasure would enable him to win support in his efforts to take his birthright from his murderous uncle.
+As a result of his extensive travels and reading, he was aware that Colchis was the most sexually hedonistic nation in the civilized world, epitomized by Princess Medea, possibly the horniest woman ever born. Besides being a princess and a world-class hotty, she was a renowned sorceress. Ignorant persons, which included most of the population of the world, thought her skills were magic but educated individuals, such as Jason, knew a sorceress's prowess stemmed from a knowledge of chemistry. The potions she produced were the result of knowing the right ingredients and the right proportions, rather than any mystical powers. Impressive as her skills were, however, she was known to think too much with her pussy, and Jason knew he would be able to take advantage of that.
+From the world's greatest experts, he had learned the secrets of sexually pleasing women, before surpassing all his teachers. These skills, combined with his massive cock, his long, supple tongue, his stamina and his personal charm and good looks, would be enough, he believed, to seduce the princess into helping him complete his mission. It would be far from easy but Jason knew that she would make his quest extremely pleasurable and the rewards for success would be enormous. The penalty for failure would also be extreme but he avoided dwelling on that possibility.
+Jason's first move was to commission Argus, a master ship builder, to build a great ship with fifty oars, to be named Argo. While the construction was going on, he sent his agents to every city state of Greece to recruit the best men he could find. Stirred by the chance of adventure, of wealth and of sex with the hot women of Colchis, many answered his call. He chose fifty of the best, strong and mighty warriors all, including Heracles and Orpheus. After stocking up on food and water, the ship set out swiftly from Iolcus, with the oars being pulled by fifty of the strongest men of Greece, probably in the whole world.
+It was necessary to make several stops for fresh water and more food and, at one of them, the Argonauts, as the company had started calling themselves, saved the life of Phineas. He was so grateful that he gave them directions for steering through the deadly rocks of The Bosporus. At another stop, they were much less fortunate, and Heracles had to be left behind. The next day the Argonauts, carefully following the instructions of Phineas, passed through the Bosporus and entered the waters of the Black Sea. After that, the journey was tedious but uneventful until they landed at the main port of Colchis.
+The uneventfulness ceased there. A great crowd of people were waiting for them, including many women who immediately began flirting with the muscular, young Argonauts. Some of the women exposed their breasts to the horny men, while most were even more daring. Jason was summoned ashore and made his way through a gauntlet of pulchritude until he was face to face with the king. Standing near the ruler was a young woman of great beauty, whom he assumed to be Medea. She had long blonde hair, luscious breasts that were barely contained by her thin, colorful bodice, flaring hips and an ass that would have given him an erection if he hadn't been concentrating on the king. Besides her voluptuous body, Jason couldn't help but note the lustful interest on her beautiful face, and he thought he could even smell her pussy lubricating. He expected to have some momentously enjoyable trysts with the princess before using her to accomplish his mission.
+""Hail, King Aetes. I am Jason of the Argonauts and I bring you greetings from His Majesty, King Pelias of Iolcus.""
+""Hail, Jason. I am honored by this greeting from the noble King Pelias. As his emissary, you must join me in the royal palace where you can bathe, and then you must dine with me and my family and my court."" Aetes knew good and well that nobody would travel all that way, braving the treacherous Bosporus, just to say hello, but he would go along until he learned what Jason was actually there for.
+There were too few men in his company to constitute an invasion and those few were rapidly being eliminated as any kind of threat. After learning they were Greeks, and wanting to see for themselves if the rumors they had heard were true, the women became even bolder. Quickly, they lured the men to places where they would be able to find a modicum of privacy so they could fuck each other's brains out. In a matter of minutes, almost all the Argonauts had disappeared from their posts. Aetes was aware that, by the time they had satisfied themselves and the women, they would be too exhausted to present any danger. He would have to deal with Jason himself, but there was no hurry about that.
+After bathing and feasting at the state dinner, the commander of the Argonauts was led to the chamber he had been assigned in the palace. Before he could even start to make himself comfortable, there was a knock on the door. When he answered, Jason encountered a slender but bosomy young woman.
+""Greetings, Lord Jason. My name is Lascivia and I bring a message from the Princess Medea. She wishes to give you a private audience in her royal chambers. Please follow me, My Lord.""
+Jason followed with great alacrity. He was sure he knew what the audience would be like, except that he didn't know whether Lascivia would be joining them in a threesome. As a student of female body language, he was well aware that she would much rather be inviting him to her own bedroom than to somebody else's. After announcing his presence, the lovely young woman left, closing the door behind herself. Thinking it prudent, Jason bolted it.
+As a beautiful princess, Medea had neither need nor inclination to be coy. Approaching Jason and peeling off her upper garment to expose her succulent breasts, she commanded him. ""I need you, Ambassador. Take me. Take me now.""
+She lay on her bed and he quickly complied with her request. After kissing her face a few times, he made love to those luscious globes like no other man in the world could have. He had barely touched his tongue to her pussy when she started cumming. After bringing the princess to her first climax, a momentous one, he relished her great wealth of fresh juices and resumed pleasuring her pussy. Calling on all his skills, he caressed her with his tongue, delighting at her extreme responsiveness. She was telling him with words and her own movements just how wonderful he was making her feel, and imploring him to continue.
+Jason didn't need to be begged because he was having too much fun to want to quit. After his tongue had caressed one pair of the princess's pussy lips, it did the same for the other, once again stopping to gently stroke her clit hood. Knowing she was close to cumming, he refrained from licking her clit just then, choosing instead to curl his tongue into a cylinder and thrust it deep inside her.
+When Medea felt her pussy being penetrated like that, she thought at first it must somehow be a cock or a dildo. She had derived immense pleasure there from innumerable tongues both male and female, but none had been so thick or had plunged in so far or gone in and out so fast. When she felt the tip flicking up and down and caressing some of her most sensitive spots, she knew the tongue of this man was even more amazing than she had thought.
+""Yes! Yes!"" the princess, close to another orgasm, cried out joyously. ""Give me your tongue! Make me cum!"" Medea could see as well as feel that Jason was doing what he could to bring about that wonderful event. His head was swiveling between her thighs so that as he drove his flicking tongue in and out, he could caress every one of her many sweet spots, bringing her to another climax.
+The technique worked extremely well. ""Ah! AH!"" the princess cried again as she started cumming. Once again, her legs and hands made a willing prisoner of Jason's head, smashing his face against her pussy. As she continued cumming, Medea's upper body bounced up and down off the bed while her legs oscillated wildly. Jason had experienced this kind of ride before, although never one so wild, and he held tightly to Medea's thighs while his tongue plunged in and out of her pussy. She spent even more time cumming the second time than she had the first but, finally, her body stiffened as she climaxed. Once again, Jason feasted on the delicious juices she had produced, before smiling up her body at the face of the very happy woman.
+""Ah, my lord, never have I met a man who knew so well what a girl likes,"" she told him, smiling back.
+""Princess, your pussy is surely one of the wonders of the world, more fabulous than anything I have ever encountered. I hope you will allow me to continue to pay homage for a little longer.""
+Although she wanted to fuck, Medea did like the idea of another orgasm like the two she had just had, followed by another or two or three from his cock. ""I'm glad you find me attractive, my lord. I would never deign to tell his business to one so skilled.""
+Immediately, Jason's tongue resumed laving her still-swollen pussy lips. Medea shivered with delight as she felt the tip being insinuated into the very sensitive area between the origin of an inner and an outer lip. Her delight intensified as she felt that same tongue twitching its way upward. She could feel him caressing her slowly, and the same areas repeatedly, while her joy mounted quickly. By the time the pleasuring tongue reached her clit hood, she was sighing blissfully and her pussy was squirming under Jason's face.
+This time his magical organ did not fondle her clit, but briefly caressed the protective hood before meandering back down the same path until it was again beneath her gushing hole. After devouring her ocean of delicious juices, his tongue treated the other pair of labia to the same incredible sequence of caresses. By the time it was again at the place where this journey of pleasure had begun, Medea's whole body was thrashing about; she was moaning her delight and her pussy was fucking up against the mouth that was doing such incredible things to her.
+She felt Jason's tongue burrowing between her inner pussy lips, exploring the previously untouched areas under them. Somehow, the aggressive organ seemed to have a life of its own, knowing and caressing every one of her most sensitive places. Agile and supple, it explored under her inner labia, dancing between them and probing into the rim of her love hole. Greater pleasure than she had ever known inundated her body, tidal waves of ecstasy crashing outward from where his tongue traveled. She lost virtually all control of her body, which had become almost a mass of bliss.
+Jason was very happy about the state the lady was in. When he glanced up over her churning body, he saw her head tossing from side to side, seeming to be out of control. He knew she was ready to cum, even more ready than she had been the previous times, and he wanted to make her third orgasm the most memorable of all. Using more force, he thrust his tongue into the small area between her clit and the upper edge of her love hole, eliciting louder whimpers and even more frantic movements.
+He knew she was as ready as she could possibly be. Quickly, Jason wrapped his mouth around her clit, which was so swollen with lust it had pushed its way out from under its protective hood. His lips formed a seal as he sucked, and his tongue caressed the sides and top of her sweet love button. For several minutes he continued this form of devotion while the princess's movements grew wilder and her expressions of pleasure grew more incoherent, until she started cumming again.
+""AH"" she cried and her hands and thighs once again imprisoned his head. Instead of her legs swinging as before, Medea's whole body rolled from side to side, her hips swiveling and thrusting her legs back and forth over Jason's shoulders. Her hands worked in unison with her ass as it rose off the bed to jam her pussy against his face. Jason couldn't get loose and wouldn't have wanted to anyhow. His arms clung tightly to her thighs and his lips were fastened firmly to the base of the Princess's clit while his tongue continuously fondled her there. Once again, she took a long time cumming, some of the most enjoyable minutes ever for both Jason and Medea.
+For the third time that evening, her back arched and her entire body stiffened as she climaxed. When she was again completely relaxed on the bed, Jason licked all the nectar from her thighs, belly and the outside of her pussy. Although he hated to leave the delicious juices that were still bubbling up, he knew they would be needed for lubrication. By the time he had stripped off the rest of his clothing and gotten back on the bed between her legs, she had recovered from her latest orgasm and was smiling lewdly at his massive, cock.
+""My lord Jason, your tongue is amazing, but no more so than your splendid love tool. I pray I shall make the acquaintance of that magnificent organ.""
+""To hear is to obey, My Lady.""
+He leaned forward and, as she spread her pussy lips, rubbed the tip of his cock in the wetness she had produced. From the sight of what he was about to thrust into her, Medea was already secreting more of the nectar, adding it to what Jason had left inside her pussy. When the end of his cock was sufficiently covered with her natural lubrication, he eased it into the hot, pink place where they both wanted it.
+A tremendous spasm of ecstasy rocketed through Medea's body as the broad head of his cock wedged into her. ""Yes!"" she cried. ""Oh, God! Fuck me! Give it to me good!""
+That was Jason's wish too, to fuck her as well as possible, both for his own pleasure and for the furtherance of his plan. ""Good"", however, did not mean fast, at least not yet. He wanted to build up her level of pleasure until it reached its peak again, before bringing her to another powerful orgasm. Supporting his weight on one hand and guiding his cock with the other, he drove into her a second time. Another inch of thick, hard cock entered Medea, eliciting another moan of pleasure.
+Medea could hardly believe what was happening to her. Not only had Jason eaten her pussy with greater expertise than anyone else had ever done, his cock was the biggest she had ever seen. She was aware of the old maxim, ""It ain't what ya got; it's what ya do with it"", but Jason was already doing great things, and they had barely started. Repeatedly, his cock surged into her, deeper with every stroke, sending incredible pleasure swirling throughout her body. Her rapture mounted as his thick shaft stretched the opening to her love channel, and the big head expanded the walls of the channel itself. Although many cocks had penetrated her there, none had ever rocked her whole world as this one was already, and he had barely started.  
+Before the massive cock was even halfway inside her, Medea was fucking back to meet it, moaning and sighing happily with every stroke. ""That's it! Give it to me! Keep fucking me,"" she implored the golden-haired Greek. The princess wrapped her legs around his hips and gave herself over completely to the unbelievable bliss that was throbbing outward from her pussy to fill her entire body.
+Jason smiled and did as he was bade, driving his cock deeper with every thrust, until it was totally imbedded in Medea's pussy. Before he continued, he admired the sexy body that was tossing wildly under and in front of him. She was flexing her legs, pulling her pussy tightly against him, and grinding her clit against his pubic area. Her head and body thrashed on the bed, while her breasts swayed excitingly with every movement. He leaned forward, curling his arms under hers and supporting his weight on his forearms. With every movement she made, he could feel her hard nipples scraping against his chest but that was the only contact between their upper bodies. Because she was in such a state already, he decided to remain stationary and let her fuck herself against his cock until she started cumming.
+Although she said nothing, the idea was obviously to the liking of Medea. Her hands were on his back, sliding along his spine synchronized with the powerful thrusts of her pussy. Medea sighed and gasped and moaned and whimpered and otherwise expressed how much pleasure she was getting from the huge cock that was surging in and out of her pussy.
+""Oh! Oh!"" she cried out ecstatically. ""Yes! I'm cumming! I'm cumming."" Her ass rolled from side to side as she fucked herself even harder and faster on the cock that was filling her pussy as it had never been filled before.
+Jason became more active then, moving forward slightly and driving his cock into the pussy that was giving it such a splendid welcome. With her arms and legs, Medea squeezed him, clinging so tightly that she rose completely off the bed as he drew back. Every time he thrust forward, Jason drove her into the bed, massaging her clit with his cock, evoking howls of joy. Over and over, he scraped against her sweetest of sweet spots and squashed her against the bed until he felt her whole body spasm and her fingernails dig into his back. Although he knew the princess had climaxed, he continued fucking her, but with slower strokes.
+Medea's pussy was still a tight wrapper for Jason's cock but it was so wet and slippery that he glided in and out of her easily. After a few strokes, she was once again fucking back to meet him and her hands were stroking his back. This time he was in control, drawing his cock back so far that little more than the head remained inside her pussy, pausing, and driving it slowly all the way back in.
+With every stroke, Medea could feel her pleasure building up, but she knew how to make it even better. ""Let me on top, my lord, and I will ride you like the stallion you are.""
+""With pleasure, dear princess."" Jason reached under her, wrapping his arms around her, and rolled onto his back.
+Medea lay on top, her thighs stretched out beside his. They fucked a few strokes in this position before she pushed her body upright and drew her legs underneath herself so she was sitting astride him. Although she had liked the full body contact, fucking this way allowed her greedy pussy to enjoy every inch of his shaft. Slowly, she rose up until only the head of his cock was inside her. Equally slowly, she lowered herself, shuddering with delight as she once more felt the wonderful hardness forcing her open and burrowing deep into her. Over and over, her body moved up and down, letting Jason's wonderful cock pleasure her again and again. With every stroke, her pussy was filled anew, sending new waves of bliss crashing through her.
+""Play with me, My Lord! Lick me!"" As she said these words, Medea leaned forward, making her succulent breasts available to the hands and mouth of Jason.
+Eagerly, he did what she wanted, gently holding the luscious globes in his hands while he licked and sucked, letting the rigid nipples once again please his tongue. Juices were running profusely from Medea's pussy, soaking into the bed and Jason's pubic hair and he felt even more freshets of her juices gushing onto his cock. Until then, he had been holding back, keeping control of his reactions, and preventing himself from cumming, but he had to finally let go.
+""I'm ready to cum, Princess!""
+""Then cum into my pussy. Fill me with your love juices.""
+Jason released her breasts and reached out to hold onto Medea's voluptuous hips, letting her continue to set the pace, but guiding her so her clit and his cock gave each other the most pleasure possible. She was almost ready to cum too, and the strokes of her pussy became faster. Her seat on her ""stallion"" became less sure, with her body thrashing wildly on top of him. Jason thrust his cock up into her harder and faster, matching her pace and slamming against her clit. Abruptly, all his pent up pleasure concentrated in his groin. His buttocks clenched as he thrust harder into the princess, again and again and again.
+Jason grunted as his pleasure peaked and he ejaculated heavily into Medea, who felt his hot juices spurting into her. That was enough to start her cumming also, and she emitted a joyous cry. His muscular hands held gently but firmly to her hips, keeping the princess from toppling, while his cock continued plunging in and out of her pussy. With every upward stroke, he pushed down on her body so her clit would get the maximum contact with his cock. Her body flopped aimlessly on top of him but he held her in place and pounded upward into her pussy until he felt her back arch and her body spasm. His cock was still fully erect and buried in her pussy all the way to his pubic hair when she climaxed.
+Even after her orgasm, Jason paused in fucking Medea just long enough to roll to his left, carrying her with him. They were both on their sides with him between her legs, driving his cock in and out of her pussy. The mixture of his semen and her juices provided a superior lubrication, and he was able to slide in and out with no friction. After a few minutes, Medea was moaning from the incredible pleasure she was receiving from the big cock that was filling her pussy so superbly. Her upper body was again writhing ecstatically while her hips swiveled and her pussy fucked back to meet Jason's thrusts.
+""My Lord, your cock is amazing. Even though you have filled me with your love juices, it is still big and hard and is giving me pleasure beyond even my experience."" Although still in a state of extreme bliss, Medea was beginning to tire from her orgasms and the great sex she was getting.
+""Princess, my cock is inspired by the marvelous place it finds itself. Your pussy is delightful beyond belief."" They were both speaking the truth.
+Jason leaned forward and again started licking the succulent breasts in front of him. Because of her erratic movements from the pleasure that was flooding her body, Medea kept pulling her breasts away from his lips. She wanted to feel his mouth on them again, so she held his shoulders and pulled his face against her chest. While his cock pistoned in and out of her pussy, Jason's mouth licked and sucked the luscious globes that were being presented to him. From the combined stimulation, Medea started cumming again.
+""Oh! Oh!"" she cried. As her upper body thrashed on the bed, her hands lost their grip on his shoulders and her breasts pulled away from Jason's mouth.
+He wanted them back so Jason grabbed Medea's arms and pulled her body back against his face. While his cock pounded into her pussy, his mouth sucked her breasts and his tongue caressed their hard nipples. Once again, the princess climaxed, almost swooning from the combination of fatigue and ecstasy. Jason continued driving his cock in and out until he also climaxed, filling her pussy with his hot juices.
+""My Lord, you are incredible but I am but a poor, weak woman, and I fear I am too tired to continue making love with you, wonderful though it has been.""
+""I understand, My Lady, and your company has been truly delightful."" He eased his still-erect cock from the pussy that had given and received so much pleasure, and prepared to take his leave.
+""My Lord, before you go, I ask only for a taste of your love juices combined with mine."" Jason smiled and lay back on the bed so the exhausted princess could take his cock in her hands.
+She marveled at what she held. His cock was as long and thick as a strong man's forearm. Furthermore, although he had cum twice, depositing gushers of his semen in her, it was still as hard as the bone in that forearm. Medea devoured all the juices that clung to the rampant cock, savoring the slightly vinegary taste of his and appreciating the contrast with her own, sweeter juices. She loved the taste of pussies, including her own, almost as much as she loved the taste of cum fresh from a cock. When she had licked and swallowed everything, Jason stood by her bed and dressed himself.
+""Good night, my lovely princess. My audience with you has been most enjoyable."" He unbolted the door and left, leaving Medea reclining on her rumpled bed.
+She lay there, fully sated from the most incredible orgasms in her extensive experience, and was supremely thankful that she had gone to the dock with her father, King Aetes, that afternoon. The watch towers had sent runners to report that an unknown ship, named Argo, was approaching. In their remote land at the eastern end of the Black Sea, few visitors put ashore and they were almost always traders from nearby ports. A good part of the populace had turned out to see the strangers, including a substantial part of the army, led by their commander, Crown Prince Apsyrtus. Although there was no reason to believe the vessel carried invaders, there was also no reason to think otherwise, and the king wanted to take no chances.
+The princess became aroused at the sight of the fifty strong men as they sat at their oars but her eyes were especially drawn to their leader. Tall and athletic, he came ashore and addressed her father. As she gazed upon him, upon his muscular, bronzed body and finely chiseled features, she could feel the juices trickling from her pussy and down her legs. ""I will have this man in my bed tonight,"" she swore to herself. She had made that oath many times before and had never broken it.
+After Jason had been taken to his quarters in the palace, the horny princess sent Lascivia, her friend/confidante/servant to summon him. The messenger hoped to get in on some of the action and the princess half-way promised she would later, but the first meeting was to be just her and the stranger. Hours later, when Jason finally left her, after bringing her far more pleasure than any other man ever had, Medea decided she would invite her friend the next time. Although she was exhausted after her multiple orgasms, he was not, and his cock, even after twice filling her pussy with his love juices, was still stiff enough that he could have continued fucking, probably cumming many more times. Medea decided Jason of Greece would be more than enough for her and could easily be shared with Lascivia. She licked her lips, thinking of what else she would be sharing with her lithe and sexy friend.
+Following a refreshing night's sleep, the princess sought her out. Lascivia was easy to find because, after awakening, she had stayed close to Medea's chambers. From thinking about what the stranger and the princess were doing, she had become so aroused that she had tried to duplicate their actions with her trusty dildo. The toy had been better than nothing but she knew Jason's cock or Medea's tongue would have been so much better, and would have given her far better climaxes. She hoped to learn exactly how much better that day.
+""Good morning, my dear Lascivia."" The two friends kissed, crushing their lips together and twining their tongues as was their normal form of greeting.
+""Good morning, Princess. Did you sleep well?""
+""Yes, I did; so kind of you to ask. But before I slept, I was pierced by two arrows from Eros, and I am in love.""
+In order to maintain her reputation as a sorceress, Medea felt she had to speak somewhat metaphorically, giving credit to the gods for anything that happened. Lascivia had no problem interpreting that one ""arrow"" that had pierced her was Jason's cock. Presumably, the other had been his tongue. ""How wonderful for you,"" she responded, repressing the envy she felt. One of her favorite activities was fucking, and having her pussy eaten was also high on her list of delightful things to do.
+Medea detected the envy and spoke quickly to alleviate it. ""My friend, I will be seeing the love of my life tonight and I want you to join us. As my very dearest friend, I want to share him with you."" They embraced and kissed again, Lascivia's feelings of envy completely eliminated, and went off to discuss the spectacular night of sex that Medea had enjoyed, and the night of sex the two of them would soon be sharing with the princess's love.
+That worthy had enjoyed the night almost as much and, after leaving the princess's bed chamber, Jason retired to his own for a long, deep sleep. When he arose, he went immediately to the dock to check on his ship and crew. The port was not very active and he boarded his vessel to see how many of his men had returned from their night of debauchery. Some had apparently not left; there were two couples fucking in the center aisle and a threesome near the bow. As Jason looked at the hardy Greek warrior who was so happily disporting himself with the two women, he hoped Lascivia would be joining Medea and him later. Although no meeting had been arranged yet, he was confident that the princess would seek him out. Jason spent the day inspecting his ship and arranging for provisions to be loaded aboard because he anticipated making a rapid departure and he didn't want to have to make any stops until they were well on their way back to Greece.
+Both women, also anticipating another meeting, readied themselves. On the previous night, Medea had not made many preparations, having been too aroused by the handsome Greek to want to delay his ""audience"". For her second night with Jason, she made up for that lack. She and Lascivia spent a good part of the day bathing and oiling one another, spending almost as much time fondling and kissing as they whetted their appetites. Although their hair and their faces were perfumed, Medea was clever enough to know that the natural, musky perfume of their bodies was the finest scent for piquing men's ardor. Not that she thought Jason would need any stimulation, but she felt more desirable when she was prepared.
+Both women had heard much about the sexual proclivities of Greek men and hoped the rumors were true. In case they were, part of the preparation was purging with a laxative that Medea prepared. This was followed by a strong enema to clean out any residue for as far into their bodies as even Jason's big cock could be expected to penetrate. After additional washing, both lovely pink rosebuds were ready for licking or fucking.
+At dinner that evening, Medea excused herself early and left the men in their discussion of weighty matters of state. Jason left as soon as he reasonably could and went to his assigned quarters. He had no idea where to find her but expected that she would be coming for him, and he wanted to be easy to find. When he looked inside, he was surprised to see both her and Lascivia lying on his bed, with their bodies, up to their smiling faces, concealed by a silk coverlet.
+""Greetings, My Lord,"" Medea said. ""I have heard certain rumors about the preferences of men from Greece and I want to find out if they are true.""
+""And what might these rumors be?"" Jason was quite sure he knew, and hoped he was right.
+""That this is what Greek men like."" Medea, completely naked, climbed from the bed, turned around and bent over, her hands spreading her succulent ass cheeks. Lascivia remained lying down but uncovered her equally naked body and moved until her face, comfortably supported by a pillow, was smiling at Jason from near the foot of the bed.
+""My Lady, get back on the bed and I will show you how much this Greek man likes what you are offering."" He quickly stripped off his clothing so he was as naked as the women.
+Giggling, Medea got back on the bed, her legs straddling the face of her friend so they were in the 69 position. ""I fear that the orifice I offer you has no lubrication of its own, but there is a flask of warm olive oil on the table.""
+""I will use it liberally,"" Jason replied. ""But first, I always like to taste what I fuck.""
+That was something of an exaggeration, but he had noted that Medea's ass was almost as delectable as her pussy had been the previous night. Jason climbed onto the bed behind her. She remained kneeling, but leaned forward to bury her face in Lascivia's waiting pussy. Before beginning to lick her, she moistened her middle and index fingers and eased them into her friend's ass, the way they both liked, and fucked them in and out for a few strokes. While the princess's tongue began caressing her friend's labia, already covered with nectar from anticipation of what would be happening, her other hand continued to separate her own cheeks. Madea's back was arched, to present her ass better to Jason's skillful tongue.
+He started at the top of her cleft, licking down the inside of one cheek, reveling in the texture of the skin and the ivory color. Slowly, his tongue meandered along the silky flesh, skirting the puckered area, wanting to save the best part for later. He licked down to her crotch, relishing the juices that were running freely from her pussy, before starting slowly up the inside of the other cheek. When he was again at the top of the cleft, he paused, fascinated by her erotic movements. Her arousal from eating Lascivia's delightful pussy and from what his tongue was doing was making Medea's ass squirm in front of him, just as her pussy had done the previous night.
+Lascivia also loved what Madea's mouth was doing but felt somewhat left out because her friend's pussy was too far away for her to reach, and Jason had gotten most of the fresh juices. She reached up to cling to the other lady's back and raised her face to start licking the wet pussy lips that she yearned for. Feeling what she was doing, and wanting to be pleasured by two tongues, Medea straightened out her legs so her pussy could be eaten more easily. Lascivia luxuriated her head in her pillow and her tongue began stroking the swollen clit hood that had become so easily available. Her hands went to Medea's ass and fondled her there, also spreading her lovely cheeks so that the princess and Jason would better enjoy what he was doing. Medea responded by using her hands to spread Lascivia's cheeks, the better to drive her fingers in and out of her friend's ass.
+After pausing at the top of her cleft, Jason's tongue slowly caressed its way downward, until he once again reached the area of puckering. There, he started licking all the way around the adorable rosebud, using short jabs of his tongue, until he had completed the circuit. Next, he licked the orifice up and down and across, using broad strokes. Madea's ass, as wonderful as it had been to look at, was even more of a treat for his mouth, and it was getting better. She was alternating thrusting her ass back against his face and her pussy down against Lascivia's mouth.
+The princess was having a glorious time. Her lips and tongue swirled around Lascivia's pussy, scooping up and savoring the delicious juices and caressing the swollen lips and clit. The two had eaten each other out many times and Madea was aware, from the way Lascivia's pussy was writhing under her mouth and fucking up against her, that she was close to cumming. She could feel her own level of pleasure building up also but knew she had a long way to go before what she hoped would be the first of many orgasms.  
+Madea got closer when she felt Jason pry open her ass and insert his tongue inside her. She wiggled her ass ecstatically. His tongue felt good but she knew his massive cock, stretching her open better than anybody ever had, would be many times better.
+""My Lord Jason, you are as skilled with your tongue there as anywhere else, but I know you have something else for me that is even better.""
+""Yes, My Lady, I have, and the time for that has arrived."" Jason got off the bed and returned with the flask of olive oil that Medea had pointed out to him earlier.
+Lascivia continued to spread the ass cheeks next to the pussy she was eating and Jason poured a stream of the oil from the top of Medea's cleft. He rubbed it on the insides of her cheeks and covered one hand with the lubricant. Sliding his fingers as far into her ass as he could, he thoroughly coated the lining. More oil was poured into the palm of his hand and applied to his cock until both he and the lady were ready. The flask was set aside because he intended to add more once he had made penetration.
+During the process, Medea had, in anticipation of getting the massive cock in her ass, paused in her eating of Lascivia's pussy. She took a few more licks of the delicious juices and stopped again when she felt Jason prying her ass open and the tip of his massive cock pressing against the opening he had created. A burst of sensation coursed through her body as the head wedged into her, a brief dull pain, followed by incredible pleasure as her hole was stretched farther open than it had ever been.
+Even more pleasure, immense waves of it, radiated out from her ass as Jason thrust his cock in an inch deeper. She moaned in pleasure and twitched her hips about to aid in the penetration. Madea wanted all of his cock in her. He wanted the same thing, but her ass was too tight for him to just ram it in until after the olive oil had been distributed.
+Slowly, rocking back and forth with each thrust, Jason lodged his cock deeper and deeper in Madea's very welcoming ass. Each advance was an inch or less but sent oceans of pure delight flooding her body. Wanting to get it all, or as much as she could, she fucked back to meet the cock that was slowly filling her up, moaning with greater delight than she had ever felt.
+Her ass was not the only one being pleasured, nor was it the only part of her body that felt wonderful. Medea's left arm was wrapped around Lascivia's thigh while two fingers of her right hand were plunging slowly in and out of her friend's ass. Even while receiving indescribable pleasure from Jason's cock being plowed in farther and farther, and from a tongue lovingly caressing her pussy, she was feasting on fresh juices and reveling in the texture and the movements of Lascivia's pussy. Already, the night was the greatest of Medea's life.
+It reached one peak when Jason's cock was all the way in and his blonde pubic hair was tickling the insides of her ass cheeks. They paused then, and Medea could feel ecstasy throbbing out from where the giant cock filled her so well. Slowly, he drew back until only the head remained inside. After applying another heavy coating of the olive oil, he drove his cock back in, sending more and even greater waves of pleasure coursing out to inundate Medea. Her body was thrashing and writhing from the best fucking her ass had ever gotten.
+Lascivia was hornier than the others, having not gotten nearly as much satisfaction from her dildo as the others had from their night of sex, and she was close to cumming. Both parts of 69ing with Medea had brought her to that happy state, as had Jason's cock. Although she had yet to touch or be penetrated by that magnificent specimen, it was just inches away from her face. She had seen it plowing in and out of Medea's ass and anticipated it doing the same thing for her. Lascivia decided she didn't want to wait and that she would take some enjoyment from it while she had the chance.
+Shifting her body slightly, not enough to disturb the way Medea was eating her pussy, she raised her face. From the changed position, as Jason's cock glided into the princess's ass, Lascivia's tongue slid along the underside, and along his balls. As he drew back, she resumed eating Medea's pussy. After that, her tongue alternated between caressing that pussy and licking the cock that was pleasuring the princess's ass, taking immense delight from both places.
+Knowing Lascivia was on the verge of cumming, Madea drew her friend's engorged clit into her mouth to suck on it. With her lips forming a seal at the base, her tongue stroked the swollen button until she felt the lady start to cum. Not much was said because her mouth was much too busy with a cock and a pussy, but Madea could tell because of the thrashing of her body and the way Lascivia's legs started to swing wildly open and shut, like a scissors.
+""Yes!"" she cried out; her body stiffened, and she climaxed. After her orgasm, Lascivia relaxed completely, with her head nestled into her pillow.
+Medea knew it would be her turn next. She removed her fingers from Lascivia's ass and rose up on her forearms so she could push back more strongly against the cock that was so thoroughly stuffing her ass. ""Fuck me harder, Jason. Make me cum!"" she demanded.
+He smiled at her choice of words and the lack of a title for him, and did as she said. Over and over, his hands affectionately placed on her hips, he rammed his cock into her ass while she fucked back, matching his speed and force.
+""Suck my clit, Lascivia!"" She would have been able to cum from just the cock pounding in and out of her ass but she would cum much better if her clit was being pleasured at the same time.
+Lascivia was willing, even eager to do as she was asked. She took a few seconds to lick all the fresh juices from Medea's pussy, and drew the engorged clit into her mouth. It was easy to do because it had pushed its way entirely out from its protective hood and was throbbing and pulsing, almost with a life of its own. With her hands on the princess's hips, she plastered her face flush against the writhing pussy to suck, enjoying the fresh juices that dribbled all over her face.
+With her clit being sucked better than by anybody except Jason, and her ass getting the best fucking it had ever gotten, Madea's whole body thrashed on the bed until she cried out joyously ""Oh! Yes! I'm cumming! Keep fucking me. Suck my clit!""
+Jason and Lascivia did exactly what she wanted, exquisitely pleasuring the royal ass and pussy for as long as the princess was cumming, her body churning between them. When she climaxed, her whole body spasmed. She relaxed, sprawled on top of her friend, who took advantage of the opportunity to lick all the fresh juices from Madea's pussy. She had done so many times, and they were so delicious, Lascivia was essentially addicted to them. Pussies, of course, weren't the only thing she liked to taste.
+Lascivia looked up pleadingly at the tall man who was plunging his cock into the succulent ass inches from her face. She expected him to cum momentarily and wanted to be the one to finish him off. ""Please, sir, in my mouth,"" she begged.
+Jason smiled. He had no problem doing as he was asked, partly because he knew it would be a lot of fun and partly because he believed he would probably need Lascivia to bring his plan to fruition. Slowly, he drew his cock from the ass where it had given and gotten so much pleasure. Olive oil, warmer than when it had been poured from the flask, dripped out onto the face below him and into her wide-open mouth.
+Lascivia knew she would not be able to accommodate the entire massive organ in her mouth; nobody could have. However, she was able to take the head and several inches, and her hands on the thick shaft pumped it in and out. Besides being huge, Jason's cock was so rigid that she swiveled her lithe body onto her side, the better to squeeze as much of it as she could between her lips. Medea would probably want at least a share, after she had recovered from her climax, but for at least a few seconds Lascivia's mouth would be the only one being pleasantly filled. She took advantage of the opportunity and slid the huge, hard cylinder in and out between her lips, relishing the tightly stretched skin of the shaft and the velvety hardness of the head against her tongue.
+Medea, after enjoying her latest tremendous orgasm with Jason, was surprised when she felt his cock pulled from her ass. She knew he hadn't cum yet, and had expected to feel his semen spurting pleasantly in her rear pleasure channel before his cock was removed. Turning, she was somewhat irked upon seeing what was happening between him and Lascivia. The princess was used to getting what she wanted and she felt proprietary rights to Jason's cum, at least the first mouthful of it. However, she also did not want to be ungracious to her friend and confidante.
+Remaining on her hands and knees, she turned to face them. ""Dear Lascivia, I see you are about to enjoy Lord Jason's love juices. Perhaps we can share them?""
+""Of course, my princess."" She reluctantly pulled away from the cock that had already felt so good in her mouth and let Medea slide it into hers.
+""Ladies, perhaps you would care to share my humble body?"" Jason lay on his back with one of the women on either side and Medea took her turn sucking his cock. She had more expertise but was still unable to take more than six inches into her mouth. As Lascivia had done, she wrapped both hands partly around the shaft, pumping it in and out, enjoying, just as her friend had, the way the hard flesh squeezed between her lips and completely filled her mouth.
+Jason reveled in the way the two beautiful women took turns sucking his cock as he lay between them. He had plenty of sexual energy and knew there would be little need to pace himself through the night so he allowed himself to cum.
+His cock was pleasuring Lascivia's mouth at the time. She felt it start to throb, a sure sign that his climax was imminent. Knowing what would be expected of her, she removed her mouth from its head and handed it over to Medea. Seconds later the first big gob of cum landed on the princess's tongue, where she savored it for a few seconds before swallowing, and handing Jason's cock back to her friend. Lascivia caught the second spurt of delicious semen and left it on her tongue where she relished its taste and texture before swallowing it. She caught the third gob also before returning the spewing cock to Medea.
+There was still a steady flow of the viscous liquid and the princess let it accumulate on her tongue, pleasing her taste buds, before swallowing. She put her thumb on the underside of Jason's cock and brought it toward her mouth, squeezing everything out and onto her tongue. She left it there and turned to Lascivia, so the two women could kiss and share the last bit of Jason's love juices.
+That was his first load of cum but there were many more before the night ended. Jason's cock penetrated and ejaculated into all the orifices of both women and his tongue, as well as their tongues on one another's pussies, brought them to repeated orgasms as well. It was nearly daylight before the three of them were finally sexually satisfied. The cock that had brought such delight to everybody was starting to soften, reflecting the tiredness that was overtaking them.
+""Jason, I have a confession to make,"" Medea started to tell him, omitting the title, which was appropriate, considering what she wanted to say. ""I have been pierced by the arrows of Eros, much as I have been pierced by your magnificent tools of love. I am in love with you, Jason, and I am your slave.""
+The time was ripe to put the rest of his plan into action, and he responded. ""But no more than I am in love with you, My Darling Medea. You are my soul mate, the woman I was created for. However, my love compels me to inform you, my mission here is not what it seems. I need your help, and that of you, Lascivia, to right a great wrong.""
+""Just say the word, and all my powers as a sorceress are at your disposal.""
+Jason explained his true mission to the woman who was so infatuated with him. He left out some parts, such as the difficulty he would face in deposing Pelias, even with the Golden Fleece in his possession, but he told her enough. At first, Medea was aghast that she was being asked to betray her country because she knew the Fleece was the basis of their economy and the loss would cause great hardship. Even so, her love for the golden-haired Greek was so great that she agreed, but not without some assurances first.
+""I will do all in my power to help you, my beloved, but first I must have your promise that I will return to Greece with you and that you will marry me and I will be your queen.""
+""Of course you have my promise. I want that even more than I want to take my rightful place as king of Iolcus."" That was a lie but he had no problem lying to a woman, even a beautiful princess such as Medea.
+""Do you swear by Zeus to honor your promise?""
+That was a different matter. Jason had no problem making empty promises to women that he would marry them and had done so many times but if he swore to Zeus, he would actually feel obligated to keep his promise. However, his hesitation was brief. The sex he had been having with Medea, great as it was for her, had also been the best of his extensive experience. Jason's infatuation with Medea was nearly as strong as hers was for him.
+""Yes, I swear by Zeus that I will take you with me to Iolcus and there make you my wife and my queen."" The newly betrothed plotters turned to Lascivia.
+""I will follow my princess wherever she goes and serve her, either in Colchis or in Greece."" Lascivia hoped to continue to indulge in threesomes or occasional one-on-one sex with either Jason or Medea or, failing that, to find plenty of men in Greece. She knew that what she had between her legs, especially in the quality she had it, was in great demand everywhere in the world.
+""Jason, my father, King Aetes, suspects that you are here for other than your stated mission and he has taken precautions. The prize you seek hangs from a tree in an atrium in the palace, in the middle of a maze, to which I know the key. In addition, a thousand of the strongest of my country's men-at-arms, commanded by my brother, Crown Prince Apsyrtus, guard the entrance to the maze. Mighty as your individual warriors are, they are too few to overcome this guard. However, I will be able to prepare a potion to put the soldiers to sleep, allowing me to enter the maze, secure the Fleece and bring it to you. You must be certain your men are prepared to embark immediately after we have possession of the prize.
+The plan sounded good to Jason and, after they had worked out all the details, he returned to his boat in the harbor to sleep and to put his men on alert. That early in the morning, most of them were on board, many of them in the company of women from Colchis. The rest of the Argonauts would be ashore, doing their cavorting there. Since some of the women may have been spies from King Aetes, he quietly took a few of the men aside, told them of the plan for the coming night and instructed them to pass the word on to all the other Argonauts. After that, he returned to his quarters in the palace to sleep for most of the day, and when he awoke, he returned to the ship to assure himself that it was ready for immediate departure.
+Jason met Medea and Lascivia and the princess led them to just outside where the thousand guards were posted. That many men in a relatively small area caused a high concentration of body heat and the men could have had trouble breathing, so windows had been opened for cross-ventilation. The princess had prepared a large quantity of a highly volatile drug that, when inhaled by somebody would cause that person to drop immediately into a deep slumber. Shallow bowls were placed just outside where air would enter the guarded area of the palace, and the bowls were filled with the potion.
+The drug quickly evaporated and the breeze carried the vapors into the crowd of soldiers, who breathed it in. Immediately, they began dropping and, minutes later, all were in a deep slumber. Medea held her breath to avoid the fumes and hurried through the maze. Once in the atrium, she took several deep breaths of untainted air and snatched the Golden Fleece from the branches of the tree. Holding her breath again, she hurried back to join Jason and Lascivia. The prize was wrapped in a cloak to disguise it from anyone who happened by and the three hurried through the dark streets to the ship.
+As Jason had commanded, all was in readiness; even all the women of Colchis had been shooed off the ship before the trio arrived with the stolen Fleece. They immediately pushed off, with fifty of the strongest men from Greece rowing as fast as they could. The ship seemed to leap over the water as it left the harbor.
+Jason knew there would be pursuit. King Aetes would not suffer one of the greatest treasures in the world to be taken from him, and he would send his own fastest ships in pursuit. However, they could not be expected to catch the Argo. Although large, the ship was specially designed to cut through the water at maximum speed and the fifty powerful oarsmen would outdistance any pursuers. With the several hours head start they would have before the guards awoke, nobody could possibly catch them.
+As Jason watched the dark harbor fading in the distance behind them, he wondered whether he should marry Medea as soon as he reached Iolcus or wait until he had assumed his rightful place on the throne. There was no hurry; he would decide later.
+ _Thank you for reading this story. I hope you had as much fun as Jason and Medea and Lascivia did. I like writing stories on this site but I like it a lot more when I know that people are reading and enjoying them. That's why I always appreciate it when readers take the time to express their opinions by voting. Like most other writers on Literotica, I practically live for feedback from readers, either public comments or email to me. Such comments help me to write more and better stories, and I respond to them whenever I can._
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+102,Greek Myths,Goldeniangel,Chain Stories,2006-03-31,2006-06-24,2022-01-08 03:49:18,9,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/greek-myths-perseus-and-andromeda,"1. Perseus saves Andromeda from the sea monster's embrace. 2. The River God Alpheus falls in love with the nymph Arethusa. 3. Aphrodite takes Helen to Paris. 4. How Medusa became a monster. 5. Agamemnon conquers a town and takes Chyrseis, 6. Achilles takes Briseis to his bed. 7. Agamemnon takes Briseis from Achilles. 8. Agamemnon makes his daughter a sacrifice. 9. Patroclus comforts Achilles' on Briseis' loss.",[''],4.30,"_Author's Note: This story contains some Non-Human sex with reluctance/non- consent elements as well as consensual Male/Female sex. Enjoy!_
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+In a far away country, there lived a King named Cepheus and a Queen named Cassiopeia. It was well known that the Queen was a beauty beyond reckoning, but she was silly or vain enough to compare her mortal beauty to that of the sea nymphs. Indignant that a mortal would be so bold, the sea nymphs turned vindictive, setting a vicious sea monster to ravaging the shore line. Reports came back of ships plundered, beauties raped, men mortally injured... moral was low for all those who set against the monster were brutalized in some way.
+The King and Queen appealed to the Gods, begging for deliverance, but the sea nymphs demanded a sacrifice. Their only daughter, even more radiant than her mother, the beautiful Andromeda was to be chained to the rocks on the shoreline, a sacrifice to the monster. Only then would they allow it to return to the sea, leaving the country safe once again.
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+Andromeda was beautiful, chained naked to the cliff. There was no hope for her, and her father and mother left her there, unable to watch what might happen to their daughter. They had no idea what the sea monster would do to her and they could not bear to find out.
+She stood there alone, the sea splashing on her bare body, frightened and wide-eyed, watching every movement of the waves.
+Suddenly, something started to emerge from the waves, it was large and brown, almost like a sea lion but also having a kind of humanoid type shape. Large brown eyes, and a fishy mouth... it had tentacles instead of hands, and at the juncture of its 'legs' were two stubby looking tentacles, thick and long, although not nearly as long as the other tentacles.
+Andromeda shrieked as it came at her, a strange look in its eyes... and then moaned as it reached her and wrapped it tentacles around her. She didn't know what to do and she was afraid.
+""Your mother has insulted the sea, and so the sea shall take you,"" the thing hissed. It smelled of deep brine and salt, its touch cool on her body. A tongue slithered out to lap at her salty tears as they fell from her beautiful eyes.
+Then, tentacles wrapped around her breasts, little suckers attaching themselves to her nipples. Andromeda cried out with confusion... she had thought the beast would kill her or eat her... but she was feeling incredible pleasure! Her nipples swelled and hardened, sending a message to her pussy...
+""Stop! Please stop!"" The virgin Princess cried, not knowing what to do with these strange feelings that were rippling through her body. Her wrists pulled against the chains binding her to the cliff with no avail, her body was completely vulnerable and helpless.
+The creatures brown eyes watched her as it used its tentacles to pull her legs around its body, the two stubby lengths at its groin finding her pussy and ass. Andromeda shuddered as pleasure rippled through her, her breasts played with and something teasing her extremities...
+Then the sea monster began to enter her, and her mouth gaped open. It hurt, but in a kind of pleasurable way that she'd never expected... her nipples felt swollen under the tentacles, and her groin was slowly filling... another tentacle reached between her body and the sea monster's to find her clit and attach a sucker to it.
+Andromeda began to shudder with discomfort and incredible pleasure as the sea monster began to slowly move in and out of her body, careful not to hurt her too much. The creature shuddered with pleasure as it used her body, pulling and thrusting. Although Andromeda wanted to resist, there wasn't anything that she could do to really fight back, and she felt herself falling into a vortex of pleasure and ecstacy.
+The creature moved more firmly, its tentacles behind her body keeping her from being harmed against the rocks. She moaned and writhed in its embrace, her ecstacy climbing higher and higher. Then she shook and writhed as she came, pleasure spreading through her body and shocking her with its intensity.
+All throughout her orgasm, the creature kept pumping, its suckers working over time on her nipples and clit. Inside her, the stubby tentacles seemed to grow, both wider and longer, stretching out her pussy and ass. Andromeda groaned with pleasure, humping back against the creature as it continued to fuck her. Her body began to work up to a higher and more powerful orgasm.
+As she climaxed for the second time, she screamed her ecstacy out to the skies.
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+Perseus, flying home with the head of Medusa in his bag, heard the ecstatic screams from far off, and as he came closer heard them become more exhausted and almost pain-filled. The orgasmic shrieks of a woman who can't take much more pleasure.
+Swooping low, he saw the beautiful Princess in the arms of her Sea Monster lover... the way her skin shone with sweat and the exhausted if ecstatic look on her face, and the time that he'd been hearing her cries told him that this had been going on for awhile. The monster was literally going to pleasure her to death. But Perseus could see that she was chained there, rather than being there by choice, and her beauty (not the mention her eroticism) called to him.
+Brandishing his sword, he yelled a war cry and the winged sandals of Hermes took him low towards the monster. The monster heard him coming and released the Princess, she sank into an exhausted faint, barely conscious. She held onto herself barely enough to watch the battle as Perseus forced the monster away from her. It fled to the sea, not wanting to face the wrath of Zeus if it battled his son.
+Perseus used his sword to break Andromeda's chains and took her in his arms, his sandals carrying both of them away from the sea and to safety.
+He found a clear running stream where he bathed her in the fresh water, getting rid of the smell of salt and the sea. Andromeda was too exhausted to know what was really going on, but as he lay her down next to him she snuggled into his arms. Holding the beautiful naked Princess, Perseus guarded her throughout the night.
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+When Andromeda awoke, she thanked her savior, blushing at her nakedness although he obviously admired her body. They shared their stories, and Perseus found himself feeling very protective of her.
+""The sea had its chance,"" he said, ""It shall not take you. I will, come with me and be my wife.""
+Andromeda's eyes lit up, that this handsome man would want to marry her despite seeing her humiliation... it wiped away the last of her despair. For, although the sea monster had not succeeded in killing her, what man would want to marry a woman that had been raped by a sea monster? And enjoyed it? But Perseus knew the ways of the Gods, and he knew that Poseidon would have seen to it that Andromeda would be ruined either way. But she was beautiful, brave and kind and he'd fallen in love with her, both by sight and by her story.
+""I would love to,"" she said, her heart already belonged to her savior.
+Perseus leaned forward and kissed her, deeply. Andromeda responded with passion, now that she knew the pleasures that a man and woman could have together, she wanted to give her savior and soon to be husband pleasure as well. He cupped her breasts as she began to pull of his clothes, tugging at his root with one hand. Perseus groaned into her mouth, aroused by her eagerness and her body.
+His mouth found her nipples, sucking on them, and she gasped as the buds hardened in his mouth and he nibbled. Exploring his body with her hands, she found that she liked being able to touch him, finding spots that made him gasp and quiver at her touch. They explored each other, stirring desire and passion, until finally Perseus laid her down on the soft ground, his mouth finding hers as he pressed between her legs.
+Andromeda gasped and spread her thighs for him, feeling him nudge against her slit, warm and firm. They both groaned as he began to enter her, consummating and confirming their union. He moved strongly inside her, taking her and making her his... they moved together in harmony, hands still moving over each other's skin and in each other's hair.
+Then he took her wrists in his hands, spreading them wide away from her body, the way they had been held by the chains. Andromeda cried out and writhed beneath him in pleasure as he held her down, her legs wrapping around his body in remembered pleasure and vulnerability. It aroused both of them to a fever pitch, and Perseus thrust and kissed her deeply, taking her body with firm but gentle strokes.
+Thrashing beneath him, Andromeda cried out as she climaxed, her sheathe rippling around him in ecstacy. Perseus groaned and released her wrists, holding her close to him as he thrust and began to release inside of her. For the first time Andromeda felt seed entering her body, warm and liquid, and she shuddered with the pleasure of it.
+They lay in the clearing, kissing and nuzzling for quite awhile.
+Then Perseus smiled and kissed her one last time, pulling away from her and helping her to her feet, ""Come, let's go make our vows, my wife.""
+Princess Andromeda left her old life behind without a backward glance, happy with her future as the wife of the great hero Perseus.
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+103,Greek Myths: Circe,JagFarlane,Chain Stories,2014-02-19,2014-02-19,2022-01-08 03:49:24,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/greek-myths-circe,Circe gets a crew to play with.,"['Circe', 'Magic', 'Oral']",3.67,"Upon an island covered by a thick, old-growth oak forest lay a palace populated by all manner of creatures presided over by the daughter of Helios and Perse, the intoxicating Circe. It was she who had ensnared Odysseus' crew and went on to have three sons with Odysseus himself. Circe had been the one who had turned the sea nymph Scylla into a rooted sea creature within the Strait of Messina, simply for being the unknowing rival of a man's attention. As she looked out from the palace over the Isle of Aeaea she found herself bored, it had been too long since she'd had the warmth of a man in her bed, or at the least some mischief to play upon unsuspecting sailors.
+A smirk came to her face as gaze settled upon the sight before her, the animals roaming the fields and gardens around the palace. That the animals had once been humans always gave her a bit of amusement and it was her favorite trick to play on lost sailors. The species of animal varied depending on her mood and their actions, last group of sailors had shown a real nasty streak so they became donkeys.
+Alas the amusement from her last set of escapades was wearing off and she was finding herself bored of reminiscing about the horror on their faces. It was long past time for her to find some new playmates and so she hastily made her way towards the Strait of Messina in hopes that her trap had turned something up. When she discovered that the ship wrecking rock lying in wait had not found any new victims, she sighed and turned to walk along the beach dejected.
+On the verge of giving up her hopes for the day, she spots a pile of debris washed up on the beach a couple of hundred yards in front of her. Lips split her face into a grin as her hopes rose for a little reprieve of her boredom. Cautiously she approached the debris, looking around for survivors and being wary in general. Survivors, she'd found before, tended to be desperate and often starving and dehydrated, making them very unpredictable.
+Finding the ones that were strewn out on the sand were still unconscious she giggled with glee and set about getting a small table with food setup near the beach. Upon the table was a note for the sailors, inviting them to come to the palace towards the center of the island. From there they were welcome to be guests of the owner of the palace, with sleeping accommodations and food to help them regain their strength. With the first part of the trap laid, Circe slipped away to begin preparations for their arrival.
+Back in her palace, Circe began to prepare a lavish feast, one fit for a festival. It was one of her favorite tactics, finding that a full belly tended to soothe suspicions and lulling her prey into a sense of security. While working on the feast, she mulled over how to play with her prey, grinning as various thoughts went through her head and nodding her head as she settled upon one, ""Yes, that will do quite nicely indeed.""
+Meanwhile, on the beach, the crew was slowly coming to and realizing that they had actually reached land. Thanking Poseidon for sparing their lives and allowing them to reach land after his fury had subsided, the smell of the laid out food caught their attention. Several of the crew ran straight for the table, wolfing down the offerings while the more senior members warily approached, waiting till they found the note. Taking their luck as a blessing from the gods for the ordeal they had been through, and noting that their companions appeared in good stead, eventually the senior personnel joined in at the table.
+The sailors, full of food and wine, took a several hour nap on the sand, reveling in their apparent safety and the generosity of their unknown benefactor. Upon awakening, the senior sailors raised their compatriots from their slumber and began a slow walk to the waiting palace. The captain and his first mate were eager to thank the anonymous benefactor while the rest of the crew held dreams of more wine and filling their bellies again.
+The men piled wandered onto the palace grounds, marveling at the structure and taking in the sight of the vast number of animals wandering the property. What they didn't note was the lack of servants one would normally have expected at a palace of this size. Instead the smells of a waiting feast distracted the sailors. Guided by their noses, they quickly made their way to the dining hall, finding a lavish feast laid out for them with a stunning woman standing at the head of the table.
+""Greetings weary travelers and welcome to my home. I hope you will choose to dine upon the small meal I have prepared and rest yourselves after facing such peril as Poseidon is want to offer. If you find anything lacking, please do let me know."" With that she disappeared from the room, leaving them to the lavish feast.
+And feast they did, going through flagons of wine while stuffing themselves much like the crew of Odysseus had, reminding her why she had turned that crew into pigs. So much so it gave her an idea of what she would turn them into when she was done toying with them. For now though, her pussy ached at the ""test"" that she would be putting the crew through.
+When the crew awoke from another exhaustion and alcohol fueled slumber, the senior personnel made their way through the palace in search of their female benefactor. The kindness and hospitality she had shown was extraordinary in their mindset and they wished to get to know her better. When they found her, seated upon a balcony overlooking the grounds, they offered their greetings and thanks for what she had done for them.
+Circe smiled lightly, ""Please, call me Circe. And it is my pleasure to help you in your travels and during your misfortune. If you truly are so insistent on finding a way to pay me back, I may have a small request if your men are so willing to fulfill it."" She paused while they nodded, then continued on. ""It has been too long since I have shared my bed with a man and I miss the pleasures of the skin. If it pleases you, I would like to hold a competition of the tongue. He whose tongue pleases me the best shall win the honor of bedding me and securing his crewmates all the food and wine they can consume. Does this sound reasonable?""
+Once they both got over the shock of the request, slowly they nodded their heads, only imaging how the crew would take to this. Most of the crew hadn't seen a woman in the flesh in over a month, much less having had the pleasure of carnal activities and here this woman was offering herself up. The captain immediately determined that he would pull rank and take first crack at her, presuming that if her word were true he would be more likely to easily make her writhe at the first touch than the last.
+Once the crew had the deal explained to them, and then their eagerness tempered with a vague amount of organization of who would go when, the captain began to make his way back to the balcony. When he arrived to the room of the balcony, he was greeted with the sight of Circe laying nude upon a chaise lounge, one leg upon the floor and the other on the lounge, displaying her mound.
+His eyes drank in the pale skin of her breasts topped with pink nipples, then down to the soft curls hiding her waiting slit. Wasting little time, he stepped over to her and kneeled before the lounge. Hands came to rest upon her thighs while fingers parted her slit. His tongue went straight for her clit, lapping heavily upon her.
+The halls rang with the cries of her ecstasy all afternoon long. She put on an impressive show with her screams and moans as her needy pussy was serviced with the tongues of the crew members. She had them strip and stroke themselves to orgasm, spilling their seed upon the floor in front of the chaise lounge as their tongues worked her. Some even possessed some skill at the oral arts, though in her heart she knew none matched her beloved Odysseus.
+When all of the men had their turn and had returned to the feast, she went back to her chambers to clean up the mess and retrieve her wand. Circe bid her time, waiting for the strong wine to make its effects felt and send the men off to slumber. She then tip toed out into the hall, wand held low. In a soft whisper she told them, ""Not one of you proved your manhood enough at eating my pussy so now you shall become more acquainted with living life as one.""
+The tip of her wand glowed a soft, white light as she gently tapped it upon the captain's head. His sleeping human form glowed the same color and before her eyes shifted into the form of an old, sleeping cat. Each crew member received the same treatment, turning each into a different colored cat. When she was done, Circe looked over her handiwork with glee and left the room to give them time to wake and discover their new status in life.
+By the next morning she could be found seated upon her balcony, greeting the morning sun and stroking the back of a cat curled into her lap. Eyes watched the open seas before her, wondering when and from where her next adventure would come."
+104,Greek Myths: Demeter and Poseidon,Tara Cox,Chain Stories,2012-12-12,2012-12-12,2022-01-08 03:49:25,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/greek-myths-demeter-and-poseidon,A grieving mother's tale.,"['Mythology', 'Non-Consent']",4.5,"Demeter smiled serenely to her companions: Aphrodite, Artemis, and Athena. The wind blew softly off of the sea, cooling the mid-day heat of Helios' magic chariot, the sun. Their daughters, the young goddesses frolicked on the hillside of Mount Aetna nearby.
+She smiled as she watched her beloved Persephone giggle and pick a poppy from the field. Her daughter was becoming a beautiful young woman. Of course, she would be. Her father was Zeus after all, the master of all the Gods.
+It had been many years since she had graced his bed, but the thought of her magnificent lover as always set her body aflame. Her breasts suddenly felt heavy and full within the confines of her bodice. Her nether regions became achy, needy. How long had it been since she had lain with a man? Mortal or God? She chuckled, 'Too long if you have to ask,' she thought.
+She stood slowly and turned to her friends, if such catty bitches could be called that. ""If you will excuse me, ladies, I think I need to powder my nose.""
+Aphrodite chuckled, ""That is one way of putting it, sister dearest. You really should stop pining for him. He's not the only god you know.""
+Demeter rose her chin, ""If you are the wise Goddess of Love, how is it that you cannot manage to keep your own crippled husband?"" Athena and Artemis chuckled softly as she made her quick exit.
+***
+She re-appeared a short time later. Her friends were arguing, another of their silly spats. This time she hoped it would not lead to another war among the mortals. She shook her head and looked across the fields to the slopes of Mount Aetna. She scanned each beautiful face, but the one she sought was not among them. Stopping by the table, she asked, ""Where is Persephone?""
+Athena looked out across the fields, ""She was here just a moment ago. I'm sure she could not have gotten far.""
+Demeter nodded, but the lump that was growing in her stomach did not bode well. ""Persephone!"" she called out. She waited a long moment then stepped off the patio, moving closer to the fields where the young goddesses had been playing, she called her daughter's name again and again until she grew hoarse.
+The others joined in the hunt, but still no sign of the young woman. ""I am certain that the girl is fine,"" reassured Artemis. ""She has probably just wandered off in search of more of those infernal flowers.""
+""Yes, I am sure of it,"" agreed Aphrodite.
+But Demeter was inconsolable. ""Send for Zeus. Send for her father,"" she demanded.
+Aphrodite laughed, ""Oh yes, I am sure that Hera will just love that. Another reminder of her husband's wandering eye. If the girl is not in trouble now, she will be once Hera hears of this.""
+Demeter shook her head and walked deeper into the fields, leaving the others to their partying. She knew that something was not right. She could feel it. Her mother's instinct.
+***
+She had been walking for days. She was not certain how many or how far she had wandered from Mount Aetna. But still no sign of Persephone. She quizzed each person whom she met, mortal or immortal. And if she did not like their responses, she reeked her havoc, setting fire to fields, destroying the very crops for which she had sworn to care.
+She had a brief glimmer of hope when she ran upon the three-faced goddess Hecate. She had heard Persephone's cries but had not seen the young woman. Perhaps if she could just find Helios, the sun. Perhaps in his travels across the sky, he had seen something. He saw so very much.
+Eventually she found the god, driving his chariot towards the hills. His daily travels complete once more. She cried out to him. ""Helios, Helios,"" the bearded man looked up at her with a smile. ""Have you seen Persephone?""
+The man shifted uncomfortable, began to fidget with his golden chariot. ""I saw her some days ago, yes.""
+""Where? Where is my daughter?"" she demanded.
+""I do not wish to get caught up in this matter. It is none of my concern,"" he kept his eyes down as he continued fiddling with buckles that would release the steeds.
+""Where is she, Helios? What do you know?"" she demanded, grabbing the man and shaking him.
+He shook his head, ""You did not hear this from me, mistress. But Zeus gave his daughter as wife to his brother, the Invisible One.""
+She shook her head, ""Hades? Why would he do such a thing? Persephone is but a child. And Hades rules over the underworld, he rarely leaves the place. My daughter had no business there.""
+The man shrugged, ""It is not my place to question my father, but Demeter, Persephone is no child. She is a woman, full grown. Hades is not the only one who has noticed her. Merely the one that father felt could most care for and protect her. So he came for his bride, opened a rift between this world and the underworld and took what he had been promised.""
+She shook her head as she pulled away, ""No, not him. Never him. I will not be separated from my child. I will not."" She lifted her fist and shook it at the heavens. ""Do you hear me. I want my daughter back!""
+***
+""I want my daughter back,"" demanded the goddess as she stood before the king of gods. ""You had no right to give her to Hades.""
+""I had every right to choose my daughter's husband,"" he boomed. ""And I have chosen well. My brother has the power to protect and care for her as she deserves.""
+""She is a child,"" pouted Demeter.
+""She is a woman full grown and her beauty was already stirring trouble everywhere she went. I have had enough with women brewing their vain and vile ways among the mortals. No one has time to worship me because they are engaged in wars caused by petty squabbles between goddesses. No, this is for the best. My brother will see to her happiness."" His gaze roamed between Aphrodite, Athena and Hera, who had the grace to look properly chastised for once.
+""And what of my happiness, dear brother? Does that mean so little to you? Do I mean nothing to you? That you would take my child from me. Our child.""
+He sighed, ""Demeter, you are a beautiful goddess. You could have any god or man. Yet you wrap yourself in the child and your work. Have you thought that perhaps that is not for the best?""
+Aphrodite smiled at her, ""Yes, another lover. Another baby perhaps. That is what you need, Demeter.""
+She shook her head, ""Caring for my child and my crops is better than brewing trouble as you say of the others. But hear me this, brother, if you do not return my daughter, you will see the trouble that I can cause.""
+""What do you mean?"" he asked as he stepped from his throne, towering over her.
+But emboldened with her sorrow, she did not back down. ""There is no place for me here. Olympus is no longer my home. I want nothing to do with it. Or you,"" she said as she turned to leave, her gowns wrapped about her, clinging to her ripe body.
+She barreled from the throne room of Olympus, practically run into Poseidon as he entered. His large hands gripped her shoulders to keep her from falling, ""Woe, little sister, where are you going in such a hurry?""
+""Away from this place,"" she said staring over her shoulder at Zeus. ""Away from all of you,"" she said as she looked about the gods and goddesses assembled there. She jerked from his grasp and ran crying from the room.
+Poseidon stood staring after her for a long moment before turning back to the assembly. ""Woman troubles again, dear brother?"" he smiled at Zeus.
+""Is there any other kind?"" he asked bringing a golden goblet of ambrosia to his lips and drinking it in a single gulp.
+""Well, our little sister certainly has grown up nicely. I'm beginning to realize what you saw in her all those years ago.""
+Zeus arched his brows, ""And what of your wife, little brother? How does she fare?""
+""Pregnant again. The babe makes her mood so foul that I have forsaken my seas to seek refuge here,"" he said reaching for grapes on the table.
+Aphrodite shifted in her seat, sensing that this was something she could use, perhaps to get back into her father's good graces even. Since her husband had renounced her in favor of that little traitor, she had need of refuge in his palace.
+If he wished Demeter occupied with a new lover, another child, perhaps she and Eros could be of some assistance. And perhaps his dear brother was just the god for the job, at ends as he was with Amphitrite with child. She smiled at the possibilities.
+***
+Demeter did as she had for weeks, wandering through the dying fields of grain. She had promised her dear brother that he would see her wrath and all about her it spread. Heads of grain that should be ripe and full were instead dry and shriveled. Her earth mourned with her the loss of her child.
+""Oh Persephone, where are you?"" she cried out.
+The boisterous laugh from behind startled her. She turned to see the imposing form of her brother, Poseidon. ""What are you doing here?"" she demanded. ""Did he send you? It won't work you know. I will not allow the earth to bring forth her bounty once more. Not until he gives me back my child.""
+He shook his head, ""Even full of anger and despair, your beauty shines threw. No, little sister, Zeus did not send me. I came to check on you myself.""
+""As you can see, I am far from fine. I want my daughter back.""
+He laughed again, ""You know he might be on to something. Maybe what you need is not Persephone. Maybe your need a new lover. Perhaps another babe would distract you from this melancholy.""
+""Oh yes, just what every woman needs. A man's answer to everything. Sex. Some cock and everything is supposed to be forgotten,"" she flung her hair about her shoulders as she fled the field as fast as she could.
+Demeter made it to the edge of the woods but his laughter echoes through them. Her anger boiled inside of her. One brother had taken her beloved daughter. Hidden her deep in the bowels of the earth where she could not reach her. Goddess, only knew what depraved things he was doing to her little girl. Another had simply handed over their child to him for the taking. Now this. The other wanted to defile her as well.
+She was tired of being a pawn in their little games. Nothing to any of her brothers but open legs to be screwed and another mindless cow to bear their young. Enough was enough, she thought as her anger took physical form, torching the fields through which she fled. If she was lucky, the ass would get scorched for his troubles.
+***
+Demeter ran through the fields of Arcadia. About her frolicked the horses of King Onkios. She was tired. So tired, too damned tired. She had cried until there was simply no more tears to be had. She wanted to rest. To heal. To slake her sorrow.
+She watched the mares prance about her. Carefree. She envied them. Longed for that type of respite. On a whim, she transformed herself. Taking the form of a light brown mare. She joined them, danced about the field. Felt the warm sunshine of Helios upon her back. Ate the green grasses of the field. It was the best she had felt in so very long. She lost all thought of time and place, just reveling in the unburdened life of a beast.
+***
+Poseidon chuckled. So his little sister thought to play. He enjoyed these games, the chase was after all the best part of it. Once he caught a woman, mortal or goddess, she rarely lived up to his fantasies. As he watched her racing through the fields with her mane and tail flying behind her, he wondered, perhaps this once she would prove him wrong.
+The fact that she had chosen to take the form of a mare was not lost upon. It was like an engraved invitation. He was the horse god. How much more obvious could she make her interest?
+He transformed into huge black stallion. It was one of his favorite forms, one that he often assumed when he wanted to be free for a time from the duties and responsibilities that seemed to always weigh so heavily upon his broad shoulders.
+He took off across the field. If little sister wanted a chase, he was just the stud to give it to her.
+***
+Demeter plunged naked beneath the water of the River Ladon. She bathed in it until she skin swelled with its waters. She scrubbed and rubbed her skin until it was a bright pink. She would never be clean. Never again be the same.
+How could he have done it? Her brother. But he had. Her attempts to evade him had been in vain. Even in the form of the mare, he had recognized her. Known of her divinity. And nothing could stop him from taking her. Taking what he wanted. Just another conquest.
+She was nothing to any of them but something to be used and discarded. Zeus. Hades. And Poseidon. They had all taken what they wanted from her. Used and abused her.
+Well, no more. She would spend her days upon the earth now. Among man. The mortals were more civilized than those beasts called the gods. But one thing was certain, she would have her child back. Her daughter would not become another of their pawns. No matter how long it took Persephone would come back home to her.
+***
+Zeus stepped to the side of the humble abode. His shoulders were slumped a bit under the weight of his station. The woman before him bore little resemblance to her once goddess regal state. She looked like any other mortal hag. Except for the round fullness of her belly. Demeter was obviously well into her pregnancy.
+She stood when he entered. He smiled, despite her human form, she still retained the gracefulness of her true heritage. A human woman could never move with such speed and elegance this far gone into her pregnancy.
+""Demeter,"" he nodded his head.
+""What do you want, Zeus?"" she replied with a frown.
+""The same thing I have wanted every time I sent a messenger. I want the fields to grow again. Ripen with grain. Feed our subjects.""
+""So they can go back to worshipping you, I'm sure,"" she said with disdain.
+""Yes, so they can go back to worshipping me. And what is wrong with that? It is as things should be,"" he boomed.
+""I will tell you as I have told your errand boy. Not until you bring back my daughter,"" she spat as she turned back towards the table and her knitting.
+""Very well,"" he replied. ""Bring in the maiden.""
+Persephone raced into the room, followed by her guards. ""Mother,"" she cried as she flung herself into her mother's bosom.
+Demeter smiled as she held her first born in her arms. She cried, but this time it was not tears of sorrow. Or even shame. They were tears of joy. ""Let me look at you, dear.""
+Persephone stood back, spinning and smiling. ""See, mother. I am fine. Hades has taken good care of me. He really is,"" she began.
+""I do not want to hear anything more about him. We will put this all behind us. Begin again,"" said Demeter with finality.
+Zeus stepped forward then, ""I am afraid that will not be possible, Demeter. Persephone ate from his table. She must return to the underworld for a portion of each year.""
+Demeter frowned at him, but she understood the gravity of his words. Mortal or immortal were forever bound to Hades once they ate from his table. ""I will not till the earth when she is not with me. It was be as barren and fallow as my soul.""
+Zeus nodded his head in resignation. ""Understood, Demeter. But I would not waste time worrying of such things while she is here.""
+She smiled and nodded, turning back to her daughter. ""Of course not. Come Persephone, tell me everything of your adventures.""
+The girl giggled and waved her hands towards her mother's bulging abdomen, ""Yes, well, my time in the underworld has not been as productive as yours, mother dear.""
+***
+Demeter gave birth to another daughter Despoina and a horse named Arion, with a black mane and tail like his father's, Poseidon. Persephone remained with her mother for two-thirds of each year and the earth ripened and bore grain enough to feed Zeus subjects. And for the three months each year that Persephone returned to her husband in the underworld, Demeter kept her promise. The earth was barren and cold."
+105,Greek Myths: Dionysus' Journey,Bakeboss,Chain Stories,2010-05-07,2010-05-07,2022-01-08 03:49:26,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/greek-myths-dionysus-journey,He roams the world pleasing women in their sleep.,['Myths'],3.46,"The one the only, Dionysus, he is the only being who is half god and half human in Greek Mythology. Zeus became charmed with the fragilities of the human female, and he slept with the beauty Semele and thus she became with his child. When Hera the wife of Zeus learned of his transgression she went to Semele and convinced her, she should see Zeus in his true form. The next time Zeus appeared to her she asked him to grant her one request. The almighty Zeus too much in lust to see through the ruse said yes and then he swore on the River Styx that he would grant Semele her request.
+As soon as he was told what she wanted, he knew he had been tricked but by his oath, he had no choice and thus returned to his true form in front of Semele. As he knew she would, she was instantly burnt to a crisp but Zeus managed to save their spawn, which he then stitched into his thigh until he was ready to be born. Dionysus' birth from Zeus alone conferred immortality upon him. Hera infuriated with Zeus' bastard seed unleashed the titans on Dionysus who ripped him to pieces. Luckily, the fair Rhea brought him back to life and then Zeus sent him to the mountain nymphs to be raised. Once raised, he left Olympus to roam the world.
+Most people think Dionysus journeyed the world teaching man to grow grapes and make them into wine, which is true. Yet the real reason for his travels was to avenge his mother's death by showing the women of the world how to achieve an orgasm. As the gods need no sleep, it was quite easy for Dionysus to teach of wine by day and to teach of love by night. He came to the women in their dreams as he showed them the way gods gave orgasms to the goddesses. In the morning they would awake exhausted but with a sexual glow plus the knowledge of how to achieve this sexual delight and yet no memory of how they were taught this secret. Truth be told Dionysus enjoyed his nightly duties almost as much as the women who received them. Soon he was pleasing hundreds of women per evening and it became his mission to teach every woman in the land how to climax.
+When Hera learned of how Dionysus had taught the females of the world to enjoy the pleasures once meant only for the gods she flew into a rage. Vowing revenge, she sent her minions into the world to tell the women how they had learned to orgasm. Instead of cursing Dionysus, they praised him and soon formed a cult and they all became the Maenads as they were called. They were known as wild women, flush with wine by day and sex by night. No other god had devotes such as the Maenads who gave up everything for the rights of pleasure from Dionysus.
+Hera realized the only way Dionysus could be punished would be by her own hand. Again, she took on the human form a task she despised and returned to the world to find Dionysus and to dispense with him once and for all. Once in the world she quickly found out, she had no idea how Dionysus looked in his human form. The only answer was to become a Maenad and follow them until Dionysus could be located. These shrews drove her to the brink with the incessant praise of their god. Oh, Dionysus did this to me or Dionysus sent lightning bolts to my womanhood, didn't these women have anything else to babble about but him. At night they all slept together and Hera heard them moaning and screaming out with the sounds of passion. Yet he never came to her, and she wondered why. Did he know she was among his followers or was it something else? The thought came to her as the sun came up over the mountain, of course, these mortals slept and that was when Dionysus came to their bedsides. As a god who never slept so therefore never dreamed, he did not approach her with his magic.
+She had to see him, to find him so with great sacrifice, she changed completely into human form and on that very night, she slept. She dreamed a human dream, as she lay in a field of grass next to a brook he came to her. His first kiss stirred her now mortal soul both chilling her and flaming her heart. His kisses drifted down her throat, each one searing her with passion. He tore at the bodice of her gown exposing her breasts and their engorged nipples. When he put his mouth on them, she felt the first tiny explosion in her groin. She started to moan as she begged him not to stop. Yet when he did stop, it only made her hotter as he pulled her gown down her body following it with more kisses.
+He went to her center and peeled back the leaves of her most precious flower thus exposing that private nub, the secret of a woman's pleasure. She was aware of what was happening but could not stop, no would not stop him as the feelings inside her kept growing. The first touch of his tongue sent her into the throes of her first human orgasm. She screamed aloud and grabbed for his head hopping to hold it in place, as she dare not lose this feeling. However, by the time he stopped his assault, she was begging him to cease for the fear of her own death. He now turned her over and from behind her; he inserted his manhood deep inside her womb. The shock of pure pleasure this brought to her was almost too much to bear. All she could do was whimper as he finished with her and then left for the next woman.
+In the morning when she woke, she realized she had not looked at Dionysus' face and still had no idea how he looked. As she thought about yet another night on the world as a mere human, instead of anger she found herself smiling in anticipation. Surely if this job took decades it would just be her task to finish."
+106,Greek Myths: Echo and Narcissus,Dar~,Chain Stories,2005-08-08,2005-08-08,2022-01-08 03:49:28,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/greek-myths-echo-and-narcissus,It's Zeus! It's Zeus!,"['Goddesses', 'Gods', 'Greek', 'Lesbian', 'Masturbation']",4.73,"""It's Zeus! It's Zeus,"" rang out from the nymphs, who clustered to the entrance of their clearing, awaiting his arrival. They'd heard the clouds rumble as he shot through them and knew he was on his way.
+""Echo, you must stand watch. If anyone tries to enter once he arrives you must delay them.""
+""Why must I? Surely I can join in this time,"" Echo questioned.
+""This is your turn for the watch now do as you are bid."" The other nymphs often resented Echo her bravado and her keen ability to say what she thought. Other times, they wished she would simply be still.
+Just as Echo opened her mouth to reply, Zeus arrived. He was most definitely the finest of all the Gods. It came as no surprise he was their leader. His body lean and muscled and his hair in tight golden curls, he captured the breath of even the sauciest nymph.
+""Come to me nymphs. Pleasure me!"" Of course the nymphs flocked to him including the brassy Echo.
+""Let us bathe your feet and lave you with our kisses, Zeus. Let us touch and seduce you.""
+""Time is of the essence the Queen of the Gods will come to find me. Let us frolic and make the most of our time!"" With that, he trod off deeper into the clearing.
+Hurrying so as not to miss the fun, the nymphs scattered after him. Leaving Echo to guard against Hera's discovery. She listened with displeasure at the giggles and moans of the nymphs and their God, wishing she cold brush his golden curls or swallow his essence. It wasn't right that she was here; it couldn't really be her turn to guard.
+The woods, so inviting, lush, and green. She watched them, sensing the changes in the breeze the way the trees would. She became so in tune with her surroundings, she had become translucent. She only came out of her trance when she heard a soft voice calling, ""Zeus? I know you are here. Come out and face me.""
+""Oh no,"" Echo thought, once again regaining her visible form, ""It's Hera! What am I to do?"" She thought quickly and decided, she would seduce the queen. Fading into the woods she followed the sound of the Queen's voice until she came upon her, heading directly for the clearing.
+Echo, now invisible, stroked a hand across Hera's breasts. Hera halted, ""Who's there? I can feel your hands. ."" Echo cut her off by pressing her face into the cloth that barely covered the Queen's center. Breathing out warmly, she was rewarded with a small moan from the Goddess Over All.
+""It's working,"" thought Echo, ""and I should enjoy myself also."" She felt Hera's hands touching her hair and Echo moaned into the cloth.
+""Make yourself known to me,"" Hera commanded, ""Echo, not one to disobey the Gods, became visible and kissed her Queen on the lips.
+""Please my, lady. Let me pleasure you. Let me touch and tantalize your skin and body with my arts? I beg you. Your skin is so soft and you hair smells so sweet. Let me shower your person with my attentions?"" Echo started out pleading to pause the Great Lady, but ended wanting more than anything to fulfill her promises. She laid her hands on either side of Hera's face and pulled her close for a kiss, but Hera stopped her.
+""Nymph, what is your name?""
+""Echo, my lady.""
+""Tell me, gentle one, is Zeus in these woods?""
+""I do not know, beloved one, I know only that I wish to please you. Please allow me to show my worship for you. Let me lay you back on soft clover and feed you wine. Let me touch your soft scented skin with lips like rose petals?""
+""Echo, you seduce me with your praise. Let us try this seduction.""
+Rather than responding, Echo gathered up the garments of the queen and ceremoniously removed them. Hera was indeed lovely to behold. Echo found herself gasping at her beauty. Surely she was lovelier than Aphrodite.
+She shone. Light seemed to wash off her golden skin like rays off the sun. In her nakedness, her eyes took on a deepened hue of green. Reaching up, Echo loosened Hera's braids and let her deep brown hair fall around her shoulders. Gently yet with a sense of urgency the nymph took the queen's hand and led her to a patch of fresh clover.
+She lay Hera back and began kissing her boldly. Lightly she traced the edge of Hera's lips, suckling their fullness into her mouth and suffusing them with her warmth. Her hands ran the length of the goddess's torso, stroking and petting. Reaching Hera's breasts, Echo broke the kiss and mouth found hands delight.
+She laved the nipples with tender kisses and nipping bites. Watching and feeling them peak from her moist warm kisses. Hera began panting, a light sheen of sweat rising on her golden skin. Her hands ran through Echo's red tresses, grasping and releasing with the waves of pleasure being given by the adept nymph.
+""It's incredible,"" Echo thought, ""the other nymphs shall have their god, but who has had the goddess?
+Out loud, Echo murmured her feelings of passion and admiration for the panting goddess lying beneath her lithe body. ""You are magnificent. Your skin tastes of honey.""
+As her kisses fell lower and lower on Hera's body the Queen's moans became louder and more expectant. Echo, patiently, kissed from the ridge of Hera's hipbone to the beginnings of her down. She paused and looked upon the goddess, feeling herself warm at her look of lustful impatience. Then, she followed slowly with the other side. Then gently her tongue ran the length of the queen's warm mons. She tasted the delicious moisture, and delved deeper, pulling the goddess's legs further over her shoulders and flicking her tongue unmercifully over her tenderest point.
+Hera cried out in her passion and her need for release, ""Yes,oh yes, please, please don't , don't stop."" Her hands were pressing Echo's face harder against her center and she writhed against the forest floor, her hips thrusting against the nymph's face.
+At the worst possible time, ""Three at once, surely you know I can pleasure more than three."" Rang out through the woods. Hera's jerked her head up her whole body quivering. Echo panicked. ""What now?""
+""Is something wrong, my lady,"" she questioned timidly.
+""I heard Zeus. Don't lie to me and say you didn't also. Did you know? Were you seducing me to-""
+""No, my lady, I would never! You are so lovely and when I saw you pass I knew I must have you. No one in these woods compares to your grace and beauty. You are the sun of my day.""
+""Nymph, I shall be very upset with you if I find-"" ""My lady, I swear to you I had-""
+""Echo,"" The queen stood, gathered, and replaced her clothing, ""You are the nymph the others talk about. The one who interrupts and who-""
+""No, Hera, I swear, I did not know. I just became enraptured by your radiance."" Echo plead to deaf ears.
+Hera stood to her full height and raised one hand, ""Echo, nymph of the wood, you shall forever be stolen of the ability to begin a conversation. You shall have what you always strove to achieve, the last word. Your voice shall be solely heard repeating the last thing another says to you for eternity.
+Echo felt a cold flash of fear run through her. Could it be true, could she never speak to someone again? She tried to beg, to no avail. No words came. Hera left her then, striding towards the clearing where her husband entertained himself with the nymphs. How would Echo warn them now?
+She followed silently as Hera made her way to the clearing and she observed her ripping the nymphs away from Zeus. She heard their cries and heard herself return them. Bleakly she realized her life was over.
+She turned from her home and tried to lose herself within the woods.
+\-------------------------------------------------
+Night had fallen in the forest. Echo had walked many miles and the forest had changed. The creatures here did not know her and the nymphs feared her silence. The lush verdant greens of her home had slowly faded to darker shades and the ground was not as soft. She longed for her home but knew she was not meant to return.
+Exhausted though still walking, she found herself approaching a stream. Its musical laugh made her halt but thirst beckoned her onward. She knelt to drink and found herself face to face with her reflection. Her once cheerful radiance had faded and she was left looking bereft. For the first time, Echo cried.
+""Who's there?"" A deep warm voice called out. "" I hear you but I can not see you.""
+Searching for this voice, Echo stood, turned, and fell instantly in love. He was by far the most enchanting man she had laid eyes on. ""I am here-"" She started to say but then remembered that she couldn't speak. She rushed to him and became visible.
+He started at her sudden appearance and cried out, ""Who- who are you?""
+""Who are you?"" She repeated, wishing she could respond.
+""I am Narcissus.""
+""Narcissus."" What a lovely name. She touched his questioning face with her hand and drew herself up on pointed toes to lay a small kiss upon his lips. Pulling away, she gestured to her mouth and throat trying to tell him she couldn't speak. He seemed confused and put off. Ever her persistent self, Echo once again rose up on her toes and kissed the young man. This time she deepened the kiss, trying desperately to show him her passion and her love.
+When she felt him return her kiss she became elated. His strong hands wove into her hair and he pressed her up against an oak, forcing her lips apart and thrusting his tongue into her waiting mouth. She could feel every angle of his hard, solid body against her tingling flesh. Wantonly she ran her hands up his back and into his black curls. She loved how short his hair was and she enjoyed the feel of his muscular neck.
+His mouth abruptly left hers and traveled along the line of her neck to her shoulders and ultimately her breasts. She gasped at the cool air when he tore the dress from her body so that her breasts were exposed to the air and his hot wet mouth. ""Oh, Narcissus, do you know how I love you? How I wish to please you? Do you know how I wish to feel your name on my tongue and how I long to seduce you with my voice,"" she thought, her agony increased by the fire he was creating in her.
+From one breast to the other his mouth went. His tongue traced the areola and then flicked roughly across her nipple. Her heart raced in her chest when finally he kissed her again. She pressed herself to him, loving the feel of his body against hers, loving the passion that pushed away her loneliness and fear. She fed all her hunger and pain into the kiss, deepening it until she felt she had lost herself completely to the man holding her.
+""You are so tempting, nymph of the woods. Let me love you now.""
+""Love you now,"" Echo repeated, lightheaded and dizzy from the euphoria of his kiss.
+He led her to a patch of soft grass near the stream and sat her down and then sat near her. Untying her garment slowly, he laid her back and thrust the fabric completely aside and gazed upon her body in the dappled sunlight of the wood. ""You are lovely,"" he whispered.
+""Lovely"" he stood and began to remove his belt, followed by his tunic. His body was golden on the arms and legs but the skin hidden by the tunic was pale in contrast. His dark chest hair tantalized her and she found herself longing to curl it around her fingers. As he knelt to unwrap the laces of his sandals from his calves, her eyes were drawn to his powerful manhood.
+None she had seen could compare, not even Zeus's. It was lovely and long curving slightly inward to his stomach. She longed to taste it and feel the soft skin part over the swollen tip.
+He stood and walked the few paces to her side then knelt. Reaching out his hand he guided her head to his center and pressed himself to her lips. Lightly she ran her tongue out over the tip of his shaft. His heat was penetrating and she felt it warm her. Not losing even a moment, she wrapped her graceful lips around his stem and drew deeply upon his whole length. It was heaven. He groaned aloud his pleasure and because she enjoyed him immensely, she groaned also.
+She felt him swell in her mouth and knew she was soon to be rewarded with his essence. She drew him in deeper, wanting him to release it to her, to allow her to worship him in this way. It was not to be. He let her enjoy his manhood until just before his release and pulled it from her, spraying her face in his ecstasy.
+Shocked and not a little surprised, Echo regained her composure just as he flung her back once again and started pleasuring her as she had pleasured Hera. His warm mouth locked over her mons and she felt his tongue sweep away the moisture of her cleft in deft swipes. He thrust his tongue into her being and she longed to cry out her agonizing happiness. She felt herself being carried to the edge and just as she was going to crash over, he stopped and thrust his rod into her. His girth stretched her depths in ways she had never experienced.
+He was very hard and she felt her body spasm around him it as he sank his member over and over again to her core. Her inability to cry out her pleasure at being the chosen of her love made her passion even greater and she soon began crying tears of joy while her body danced with a rippling climax.
+Not very long after he started, Narcissus enjoyed his second release and fell panting to the ground beside her. Immediately she rolled over on her side and began kissing his arms, chest, and shoulders.
+""Leave me, nymph, He bellowed, ""I have had my pleasure. Now go,"" With that, he shoved her away from him. ""Go on with your seducing of other travelers and huntsmen.""
+""Huntsman"" He thought she was seducing him because she was a nymph. She loved him. Had loved him from the moment she turned and saw him. He had used her! With everything in her heart she wished him pain. She cried out to Artemis with her mind for vengeance, that he should feel what it was to love someone incapable of loving in return. Kneeling over him, she slapped him leaving a bright red mark. Then she stood, wrapped her garment around herself, and rushed into the woods. She hurt more than she ever had before. -------------------------------------------------
+Rising to his knees Narcissus watched the strange girl flee into the shelter of the woods. ""What an odd little nymph,"" he thought to himself as he gathered his clothing. "" I wonder what is wrong with her that she cries after laying with me?""
+As he dressed, he thought over his reason for being in the forest. He had come to find release with one of the nymphs but also to pray in the Temple of the Gods. He longed to find someone worthy of his affection and needed to find which deeds would draw Aphrodite's notice and thereby her blessing. She of all the Goddesses would know of one worthy of him.
+The nymphs and spirits of the forest flocked to him in droves when he came near and the women in the towns were only slightly less ardent in their pursuit. He knew he was a man of worth and only a very special person deserved him. A person provided to him by the Gods.
+Echo had long been a favorite of Artemis, often accompanying her on her hunts. When Artemis heard one of her favorites plea for vengeance she rushed to grant her wish. She cast her powers upon an unsuspecting Narcissus and by her hand he was guided to a sacred pool deep within the forest. Shepherd's flocks or fallen leaves had never desecrated this pool, and it had also been cursed by Artemis's own hand.
+Narcissus felt as if he were awakening from a sleepless dream. He found himself in a part of the forest he had never been before. Not knowing how he had gotten there, he panicked momentarily, He turned and heard the whispers of the nymphs and spirits of the wood chittering and laughing his plight. ""Come out,"" he cried, only to hear a fading voice call ""Come Out"" in return.
+The forest nymphs were fast enamored of the youth. They played games of daring where one would race forward to touch him and then another. All the while he remained dazed, unsure of how he had come to be in this strange glade. A feeling of uncertainty, one he had never known in his short life, descended upon him. He had to get home. He would follow the stream he heard rippling nearby. Surely it would lead him out of this mountain wood and back to familiar territory.
+He followed the sound of the water and was saddened to discover a small pond and not a brook leading to home. He had just heard the merry making of the water spirits. Disheartened he sat down on a moss-covered rock near the edge of the pool. He was thirsty from his unremembered walk but as he leaned over to drink he gasped, ""Who is this,"" he pondered. ""Surely this is the love meant for me, given me by Aphrodite herself! That is why I have been lead to this secluded place.""
+Passion filled him for this youth gazing back at him. He leaned down to press his lips to his newfound love and was deeply hurt when the boy vanished. ""Come back,"" he cried. ""Please if I can not touch or kiss you, let me gaze upon your face. I will love you from this distance if that is what pleases you."", Narcissus found his passions welling deep within his loins. His manhood had grown hard as he spent hour upon hour gazing upon the perfection before him.
+""May I show you my love,"" he asked his beloved. "" I will show you how my passion has filled me, then perhaps you will allow my touch?"" He once again unfastened his belt and pulled his tunic over his head. He saw in the water that the youth had done the same and was also grown swollen with longing. ""We shall be together in this, my truest love."" With that he wrapped his hand around his manhood and stroked it up and down, over and over, groaning at the imagined pleasures he was receiving from the youth in the pond. Watching the boy only made his desire grow and soon he was spurting his pleasure into the pool.
+When he regained his senses he looked into the eyes of his love and saw contentment and satisfaction. ""I shall stay forever with you,"" he promised.
+Many nymphs tried to seduce him away from the pool, not understanding his infatuation. Water spirits dived and splashed but only caused him pain at the assumed abandonment of his lover within the ripples of the pond. He was smitten and the forest creatures couldn't pull him away.
+Over many months his beauty faded but still he loved the lad in the water. His lovely black curls grew long and snarled and his golden skin lost its healthy glow but he observed no hunger or thirst while in the company of his heart's desire, a love to last all time.
+One morning he awoke and felt he was dying. ""Goodbye, my love. For the time I have had with you, I have known only peace."" And with that his body faded away and in its place grew a flower, rare in its beauty.
+Echo heard his last farewell and rushed to the place he had lain for so long alas, it was too late, for he had already gone. She sat on the moss-covered rock that had been his home and wept for the love she had lost and in regret for the vengeance she had wanted. Soon, her flesh faded in her grief and only her voice was left to repeat the call of the birds and anyone who cried loud enough for her to hear."
+107,Greek Myths: Heracles and Omphale,oggbashan,Chain Stories,2006-03-02,2006-03-02,2022-01-08 03:49:29,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/greek-myths-heracles-and-omphale,Heracles' Slavery at the court of Queen Omphale.,"['Grecian', 'Greek', 'Greek Myth', 'Historical', 'Mythology']",4.47,"* * * * *
+ _Copyright Oggbashan February 2006. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work._
+This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
+* * * * *
+Heracles, in a fit of madness, had killed his friend. When the Delphic Sibyl refused to tell him how he could redeem himself, he wrecked Apollo's shrine, finally fighting with Apollo himself until Zeus stopped the fight.
+For these crimes he was sentenced to spend three years as a slave. Until he had served his punishment he could not live with the Greeks. Hermes sold him to the Lydian Queen Omphale.
+Hera, always antagonistic towards Zeus' children by other Goddesses and mortal women, added her own twists to Heracles' punishment. Heracles was proud of his strength. Although he had a succession of male lovers as well as numerous women, there was no way that Heracles could be considered effeminate.
+Hera decided to take away his strength while he was with Omphale. She insisted that Heracles should be dressed as a woman and let him have only half the strength of Ompale's weakest maid while at Omphale's palace. Hera dripped suggestions into Omphale's ear on ways to humiliate Heracles. Omphale was only too willing to amuse herself with the dangerous sport of teasing a demigod. Hera gave Omphale the power to issue orders to Heracles that he could not disobey if he wanted to expiate the crimes he had committed.
+Although Heracles would be weak while at Omphale's court, from time to time he would be expected to rid the world of ferocious monsters. Hera gave Omphale the power to return Heracles' strength for the duration of required tasks. After the task had been completed Heracles had to revert to the indignity of a weak feminised slave. His short times of remission from his sentence would make his renewed humiliation more galling, yet he would not dare to rebel...
+Heracles could regain his strength at any time by leaving the precincts of Omphale's palace but he could only redeem his crime by staying within the palace unless his absence was ordered or permitted by Omphale.
+Hera insisted that Omphale should display the humiliated Heracles whenever important visitors came to the palace. On those occasions Hera ordered that Heracles should be dressed as a woman, placed in a prominent position at the foot of Omphale's throne and should spin flax, a feminine activity. Hera added that Omphale should wear Heracles' lion skin as a sign of her domination and his submission. At other times his lion skin and club were to be on display in the throne room.
+The difference between Heracles normal strength and that he had left when inside Omphale's palace was such that he had great difficulty moving his muscular body at all. He had to be assisted to his lowly position by the throne, and helped to stand and walk away after the audience had ended.
+In the kitchens, his normal place as a slave, he could only do basic tasks such as preparing vegetables if he was sitting down. He could move slowly around the kitchen with difficulty but the other kitchen servants preferred to have Heracles seated. Then he wasn't in their way.
+One of Omphale's servant women, Malis, was given the responsibility of managing Heracles whenever he wasn't away ridding the world of dangerous animals or on display in Omphale's throne room.
+Omphale could and did tease Heracles. She had Hera's backing for any indignity that she could devise. Malis had no support from anyone. She knew that Heracles' punishment was time limited. Once he had atoned for his crime, his strength would return. He might punish anyone who had mistreated him, so Malis behaved very, very carefully.
+Malis had arranged for a room close to the kitchen, formerly a storeroom, to be Heracles' bedchamber. Each night she and several other servant women would help Heracles to undress and put him into bed. His sun-tanned bottom was a source of amusement. One of Heracles' other names was 'Black Bottom' because his buttocks were darkened by constant exposure to the Greek sun.
+The next morning Heracles would have to be helped out of bed, washed and shaved before being dressed as a female servant, and assisted to the kitchen. Malis felt that she and her fellow women were being punished. Heracles' help wasn't worth the attentions he needed.
+However, Hera hadn't considered that Omphale, a mortal, might have different ideas about using Heracles. Omphale was not Greek and was considered a barbarian by the Greeks and the Greek Gods. Hera had intended that as an additional humiliation for Heracles, to be housed in a barbarian court where Greek civilisation and its comforts were unknown.
+Omphale had been encouraged by Hermes to buy Heracles as her slave. Hera's intention was that Omphale would abuse Heracles. Omphale intended to use Heracles, not abuse him. She wanted children by him, many children so that she would have their strength to protect her dominion and establish a line of rulers that the Greeks would have difficulty challenging.
+Despite his weakness, Heracles was still a man. He had the necessary apparatus in a very large scale and would respond to the women helping him in and out of bed. Malis and the other women could and did fondle his tool and rub themselves against Heracles' body. Malis, or one or more of the other women, might share Heracles' bed at night.
+One night Malis, prompted by Omphale, decided to stay with Heracles...
+Malis shrugged off her flimsy nightwear, slid her naked body under the bedclothes and snuggled against Heracles' broad back.
+""Heracles?""
+""Yes, Malis. What is it? I need sleep. I am tired from a day of hauling this massive body around with pathetic muscles.""
+""I know that your manhood works. Could it work in me? Please?""
+Heracles heaved his body over to look at her.
+""Are you sure? My sons have not been fortunate. A daughter might curse me and you for producing a massive unfeminine monster.""
+""You are a hero, a demi-god. What other way can I have of producing a child that has a chance of fame? I may be in charge of servants but all I am is another servant. If I were to become the mother of one of Heracles' children, my line would never be servants again.""
+Malis kissed Heracles on the lips. She loosened her hair and stroked across his torso, teasing his nipples with her hair's softness. Heracles groaned.
+""I can do nothing, Malis. I could not support myself above you and my weight would crush you if you slid underneath. You will have to ride.""
+""I will! Thank you!""
+Heracles rolled to his back and lay there panting from the effort. Malis straddled his chest. Her black curly bush was inches from his face. She bent forward and rubbed her bush over his mouth. Heracles moaned. His tongue licked and probed. Malis shuddered as his tongue slid between her lower lips.
+She felt his organ grow and brush against her legs. She looked down and gasped. Heracles was well endowed, very well endowed. What the women had achieved before hadn't given a hint of the enormous size that Heracles would be when fully erect.
+Malis shuddered at the thought of trying to impale herself on that. She might just as well think of riding a temple pillar. Perhaps just the tip? That might be possible. She slid down his body and positioned herself carefully.
+Then she lowered herself slowly and gently.
+Heracles felt the warmth of her pussy sliding over his tip. He groaned and laboured to lift his hips towards her. A massive arm draped across her back and its weight forced her down.
+Malis screamed as her legs were splayed apart. Only the first couple of inches had penetrated yet that was enough to cause her extreme pain from the width ripping her asunder. Heracles pulsed into her. Blood and semen ran down her legs as she squirmed to get away from the monster she had woken. Heracles slumped back and Malis wrenched herself free.
+Sobbing bitterly, she covered Heracles recumbent body. Who was she to attempt to couple with a Hero, a near demi-god? She would feel the pain for weeks and would any normal man be able to satisfy her again?
+The next day Malis, limping, reported her success and failure to Omphale.
+""He is that large?"" Omphale asked again.
+""Too large for me,"" Malis wept.
+""But I am larger than you.""
+""Even so, my queen, I fear that you too would suffer injury from Heracles. Send someone else to try before risking yourself, please.""
+""That is a sensible suggestion. Who is the largest of your women?""
+""Arisbe. She is partly descended from the barbarian tribes in the cold Northern lands. She stands a full foot taller than I.""
+""Would she?""
+""If I hadn't insisted on my status as the head of the kitchen, she would have done so already.""
+""Then, Malis, our way is clear. Tell Arisbe that she has our permission and blessing in exchange for a report afterwards.""
+""I will, my queen. I will bring her tomorrow to tell you what has happened.""
+As so Arisbe was left with Heracles that night. She aroused him as much as she could and straddled him. Even Arisbe could only manage a third of Heracles' erection. That was enough to satisfy her need that had been deprived because most men were unable to make any impression inside her.
+Malis and Arisbe reported back to Omphale.
+""If only he had his strength,"" Arisbe complained. ""It was enjoyable but could have been so much better if he could respond and take me as a man should.""
+""If that is what you want, Arisbe, then that could be arranged,"" Omphale said. ""Are you sure you could accommodate a rampant Heracles?""
+""No,"" Arisbe admitted, ""But it would be a beautiful way to die...""
+""This afternoon you and Malis will take Heracles to the shepherd's hut on the hill to the South of my palace. Once beyond the precincts, Heracles will regain his strength. You, Malis, will explain what is required of him. You will leave him with Arisbe and bring them both back tomorrow morning. Then we shall see how well Arisbe has coped. If either of you become pregnant from Heracles, you and your children will be well looked after.""
+Heracles was doubtful that Arisbe could cope with his strength and full erection. He prayed to his father, Zeus, for aid. Zeus obliged because he wasn't averse to sexual encounters with mortals. He arranged for Arisbe's parts to stretch enough to accommodate Heracles.
+At the shepherd's hut, Heracles tore off his feminine clothing then undressed Arisbe. She squealed in unavailing protest as Heracles held her in mid-air while stripping her. He stopped her squeals with a kiss.
+Lowering her to the large soft mattress that Malis had provided, Heracles kissed Arisbe from toes to lips and caressed her with his powerful hands until she couldn't hold her desire back. She spread her legs and pressed her hands against his dark buttocks. She expected to be ripped apart as Heracles entered. Her eyes opened wide in surprise as his massive erection slid inside her and kept coming. She felt her insides move out of the way and the penetration seemed to fill her whole torso.
+She relaxed and let Heracles thrust into her. He supported his weight on his arms and knees. Even so, the thrust of his penis pinned her to the mattress like a squashed fly. Arisbe let the wave of orgasms carry her consciousness away.
+She woke to find her head lying against Heracles' shoulder, his arm wrapped around her. She lifted her head and looked at him.
+""How?"" She asked.
+""Zeus aided us,"" Heracles replied as if that explained everything.
+""Can I do it again?""
+""Yes, if Zeus is still kind. If not...""
+""If not, I die. Is that it?""
+""Yes.""
+""Then that would be a great way to go. Stay there. I'm getting on top.""
+Arisbe did. Her legs seemed to dislocate her hips as she spread to engulf Heracles yet there was no pain, not even when Heracles bucked underneath her, lifting her high before his hands grabbed her bottom and rammed her full.
+Thrice more that night they coupled. By dawn Arisbe was sated, satisfied as never before, and barely conscious. Heracles dressed her carefully and carried her back to the palace. Malis met them at the gateway and took Heracles through back ways to the servants' quarters.
+Heracles was surprised that his strength did not leave him until after he had put Arisbe down on her straw servant's mattress. The returning weight of his body staggered his enfeebled muscles as he released her body. Malis had to support him as he struggled to reach his own bed. Once he was on the mattress he went straight to sleep.
+It was the evening before Malis could keep Arisbe awake long enough to report on the success of her encounter with Heracles. Malis let her return to sleep and went to report to Omphale.
+Omphale summoned Heracles.
+""Tonight, Heracles, I will accompany you to the shepherd's hut.""
+""Are you sure that is sensible, Queen Omphale?""
+""Yes, slave!"" Omphale emphasised. ""You will pleasure me tonight.""
+""If Zeus aids us, I will. If not...""
+""What would happen if Zeus does not help?""
+""Your people will need another Queen, O Omphale.""
+""Then perhaps you should ask your father Zeus, to help us.""
+""I will but so should you, O Queen.""
+""I will.""
+""Then we shall meet tonight.""
+Heracles had to be helped from the throne room back to the slaves' quarters.
+That evening, Omphale dressed herself in Heracles lion skin. She had to wrap a skirt around her waist to cover her bare backside.
+Heracles left the palace and walked to the shepherd's hut, revelling in his regained strength. Inside the hut the mattress had been covered with layers of silk. Several jars of wine were on a table. He stripped his feminine clothing, sat on the bed and waited.
+Malis entered first. Heracles stood up.
+""She will be here soon. Please be careful, Heracles. We love our Queen and would be unhappy if she was injured or died.""
+""I will do what I can, Malis, but she is taking a risk. Why?""
+""I think that Arisbe and I gave you our endorsement. She has wanted you ever since she bought you as a slave. Now she knows that it is possible to mate with you and survive, she wants a child or children from you. She would like an army of Heracles' children...""
+""...an army? She can only give birth to one or at most two at a time. Even giving birth to one of my get is hard for most women. ""
+""She wants you to mate with as many women as possible.""
+""Is that all? I can – if Zeus helps. If not, the woman is ripped asunder.""
+""Then I will pray to Zeus, even if he is not one of our Gods. We barbarian Lydians still worship the Goddess.""
+""Perhaps you should ask Her as well. It can do no harm.""
+""I will, Heracles. Omphale is near. In the morning please carry her back to the palace. I will meet you there and lead you to her private chambers.""
+""Is that an order from Omphale?""
+""It is.""
+""Good. Otherwise I would lose my strength as soon as I reach the palace. I will see you in the morning, Malis.""
+Malis reached up to kiss Heracles. She pressed herself against his naked body. He spun her around and pushed her towards the door.
+""Later, perhaps, Malis. Not now. I'm waiting for your Queen.""
+As Malis left, Omphale entered, dressed in the lion skin with the skirt wrapped around her. Heracles started laughing as soon as he saw her.
+""Why do you laugh?""
+""Because you look silly. My lion skin should be worn as a single garment, not with a skirt.""
+Heracles reached out and tore the skirt from Omphale's hips. She squealed as he picked her up, went to the mattress, sat down and threw her face down across his thighs.
+""What! What are you doing?"" She squeaked in a very un-Queen like voice.
+""Looking at your white buttocks.""
+Heracles slapped them. Omphale squeaked again. He slapped harder.
+""That's better,"" he said calmly. ""They are turning pink. Did you pray to Zeus?""
+""Yes, Heracles.""
+""I hope that you did. If you didn't, tonight is going to very painful.""
+Heracles slapped her buttocks again.
+""Now strip!""
+Omphale wriggled out of the lion skin. Heracles pulled her to his lap, raising her effortlessly to his lips. Her arms clung to his neck as they kissed.
+Omphale's hands reached down to meet Heracles' erection rising towards her. She gasped as her hands struggled to clasp it. Heracles raised her, poised her body and slid it down on to his shaft. Her mouth opened wide. Her protest was stifled by another kiss as the massive tool plunged deep.
+Omphale felt as if her whole body was just a thin covering for Heracles pleasure. She could barely breathe. It seemed that her lungs had shrunk to make room inside her. She hung to his neck as her orgasms devoured her consciousness. She was swept away in the rhythm of their coupling and lost track of time and place.
+Later she woke to find herself sprawled across Heracles' chest. She felt as if she had been filled to capacity and beyond. As she stirred Heracles' arm held her gently in place.
+""Once a night is enough for any mortal woman, Omphale, even a Queen.""
+Omphale silently agreed and relaxed back to a sated sleep. The next morning she woke in her own bedchamber as Heracles put her down and covered her.
+""Any more commands, O Queen?"" Heracles asked.
+""Yes, Heracles,"" said Omphale, gathering her thoughts. ""This afternoon an emissary from our ally is seeking reassurance that we will aid them if they are attacked. Hera has commanded that on such occasions you should be in the throne room, dressed as a woman, and spinning flax. Please be there but Malis will show you what to wear. You WILL be dressed as a woman but with a difference. When the emissary asks for aid I will tell him that you will lead our armies. He may ask you to confirm that. You can say what you would say if you were my supreme commander.""
+""That is simple enough.""
+""In the meantime, take Malis, Arisbe, and as many other women as you can manage, to the hut and make them pregnant, if Zeus allows.""
+""As you command, O Queen.""
+""Good. Now let me sleep again.""
+Heracles left the bedchamber. Immediately outside he met Malis.
+""Did you hear?""
+""Yes. We haven't got much time. How many women, Heracles?""
+""Ten would do,""
+""Including Arisbe and me?""
+""No. As well as. We have several hours.""
+Heracles prayed silently to Zeus.
+The procession of women followed Heracles to the hut. There he mated with every one until each could take no more. He carried Malis and Arisbe back to the palace, leaving the other ten sprawled asleep around the mattresses filling the hut.
+""You will have to dress yourself, Heracles,"" Malis said sleepily. ""I will have to rest before I can appear at the reception. Somehow I seem to be exhausted.""
+""How do I dress? Omphale said it would be different.""
+""Take me to my chamber. I'll show you.""
+In Malis' chamber a replica of Queen Omphale's formal robes, but in a much larger size, was laid out.
+""Like that, Heracles.""
+""That is like the Queen.""
+""Yes. She wants to make a point.""
+""I see.""
+Heracles had to seek help from some of the remaining women to dress himself. Omphale's robes were not meant for the wearer to dress herself.
+About half an hour before the audience was due, Heracles woke Malis and accompanied her to Omphale's robing room. Omphale was being dressed in Heracles' lion skin.
+""Heracles,"" she said, ""I'm glad you're here early. You'll have to carry me to the throne and put me on it or I'll be showing the bruises you left on my rump.""
+""You didn't!"" Malis was horrified.
+""He did. Very forcefully. Look!""
+Omphale turned round. The marks of Heracles fingers were clearly showing.
+Heracles carried Omphale to the throne in the empty chamber and lowered her gently to the cushioned seat. She winced as she sat.  
+He went to the foot of the throne, in his usual position, and picked up the flax and spindle. His regal robes made his position incongruous.
+""Ready?"" Malis asked.
+""Ready,"" Omphale said.
+Malis went through a small door behind the throne. A few minutes later Omphale's officials and courtiers took their positions. A senior official announced the emissary and his entourage.
+After an exchange of formal greetings the emissary came to the point of the visit. His eyes seemed drawn to the figure of Heracles. It was sometimes doubtful whether he was speaking to Queen Omphale or to Heracles.
+""Your Majesty, your loyal allies are being threatened by our neighbours who do not believe that the Lydians will support us if we are attacked. They have asked for some proof of our alliance.""
+""Have they?"" Omphale asked. ""They do not believe your word?""
+""Apparently not.""
+""Then we shall visit your country as an ally should, bringing a small contingent of our army. Would this inconvenience you?""
+""No, your Majesty, as long as the contingent isn't too large.""
+""Then I shall send five hundred men, commanded by General Heracles in my name.""
+""General Heracles? Your Majesty, I understood that he is currently cursed by the Gods and deprived of his strength. How...?""
+""He is undergoing a penance but the terms of that penance allow me to ask him to undertake certain tasks for me, such as ridding the countryside of vermin. If these people attacked you, I would consider them as vermin. Do you understand?""
+The emissary bowed.
+Omphale sighed.
+""I think you need convincing. Bring the iron bar.""
+A couple of lackeys rushed out of the chamber, returning with an iron bar as thick as a man's arm. They had difficulty carrying it.
+""Heracles?""
+Heracles took the bar and bent it into a U-shape.
+""You see? If I order him to do something he has his strength. Heracles, what would you do if I asked you to punish the people threatening our allies?""
+""I would attack them, destroy their capital city and divert their main river so that their land becomes arid.""
+""Is that enough for you, if Heracles comes to visit?""
+""Yes, your Majesty.""
+The emissary withdrew. The officials and courtiers left.
+""Carry me back, please, Heracles."" Omphale asked.
+Heracles carried her, following Malis. He put Omphale down on the bed. She shrugged off the lion skin.
+""Join me, Heracles, and you, Malis. You can strip.""
+Soon Heracles was on the bed with a woman resting on each shoulder, their glossy hair spread across his chest.
+""Malis,"" asked Omphale, ""will you explain the significance of the audience?""
+""Are you sure, my Queen? Everyone there knows what it meant.""
+""Everyone except Heracles. Tell him.""
+""Tell me what?""
+""Heracles, Queen Omphale showed you dressed as a Queen. She was obeying Hera's orders but Hera is a Greek goddess and does not understand Lydian customs. We worship the Great Goddess and our rulers are Queens, not Kings. We have never had a King.""
+""So? What are you getting at?""
+""Listen. It is known that you are a slave at Queen Omphale's court. Yet today, Queen Omphale was wearing your lion skin, the SLAVE'S lion skin. You were wearing a Queen's robes. When someone stands in for the Queen if she is indisposed or ill, that someone wears the Queen's robes and is obeyed as if they were the Queen. It is usually a woman who substitutes for the Queen but it doesn't have to be. As long as they substitute is wearing the Queen's robes, THEY are the Queen.
+Today you were wearing the Queen's robes. You were there in the throne room as the Queen. Queen Omphale was present, but she was wearing your clothes. That made her YOUR SLAVE.""
+Heracles started to object. His mouth was stopped by Omphale's kiss.
+""The Queen answered for you until she asked you what you would do to her ally's enemies. You spoke only once yet what you said had the authority of the Lydian Queen because YOU were the Lydian Queen. The emissary and his entourage, one of whom is known to be a spy from the enemy, had an unequivocal answer. If our ally is attacked, Lydia will respond and destroy the attackers. There will be no war. The message is clear. We stand beside our ally.""
+""And the visit with troops?""
+""That will happen,"" Omphale said. ""It will be more like a procession than a formal fighting force because there is no need now to demonstrate our force. Think of it as a holiday, Heracles. We will be away from here for a week or so, you will have your strength and we can enjoy ourselves. Unfortunately, Malis will have to stay behind and rule as my deputy. My robes might fit her better.""
+""What about my role as your general?"" Heracles asked.
+""Do you want to do it?""
+""I think that I should if we are going to convince the enemy.""
+""Very well. You have two weeks to train the army and select a force of five hundred to come hunting with us. At nights, please continue to enjoy the women's hospitality, except one night a week, which you should keep for me. I don't think I can take more than that.""
+""Are you sure?"" asked Heracles as his hand slipped between Omphale's legs and his fingers probed.
+""Ouch! Yes. I'm sure. Now leave me to sleep. Go and be a general.""
+Heracles strode from the room, his female clothes flapping around him. Now he was ordered to be a general he had his strength and although he still had to wear women's clothing around the palace, he could dress as a general beyond the grounds.
+The next two weeks the army groaned under Heracles goading to make the soldiers a formidable fighting force. At night the Lydian women groaned as Heracles thrust deep into them. He slept pillowed and swamped in tired feminine bodies. Each morning he leapt into action with the troops leaving a hut full of sleeping women. Each night he ploughed more women.
+Soon the time of the expedition arrived. Heracles spent much of his last night with Malis, leaving her in an exhausted sleep.
+The expedition marched swiftly towards the Lydian border, reaching it a day earlier than they were expected. While their hosts prepared a formal welcome, Heracles, Omphale and a few officers decided to hunt boar.
+The boar hunt was a success until some of the horses took fright. Heracles and Omphale were left a-foot in the forest at dusk. There were signs that a cloven-footed animal was about.
+""Pan!"" Omphale squeaked. ""I should have known. Years ago an oracle promised me that Pan would find me and make love to me. And now we are alone in the forest, with Pan on the prowl.""
+""Don't worry, Omphale,"" said Heracles. ""Pan won't get past me.""
+""He can. He can put anyone to sleep and then...""
+""...then we should fool him. There is a cave back there where we can spend the night. If..."" Heracles dropped his voice to whisper in Omphale's ear ""...we can repeat the throne room?""
+""I understand,"" Omphale whispered back.
+In the cave, once they had made it suitable for sleeping, Omphale and Heracles changed clothes. Omphale once again put on Heracles' lion skin. She had her backside paddled, gently this time, as she helped Heracles to wrap her silken clothing around his body. After praying to Zeus they made love gently. Omphale settled down to sleep in the inner part of the cave. Heracles, wrapped in Omphale's silks, lay between her and the cave opening.
+In the darkness Heracles heard a soft movement as Pan entered the cave. A hand felt Heracles' leg swathed in silk. Pan moved closer and stood beside Heracles recumbent body.
+""At last, Omphale, you are mine...""
+Heracles' leg moved swiftly. His horny foot caught Pan in the stomach, throwing him right out of the cave to crash against a tree. A naked Heracles followed, grabbing Pan by the ears and growling in Pan's face.
+""Wrong one, Pan! I don't appreciate those who sneak up on people. Now go, or face my wrath.""
+Heracles spun Pan round and kicked him hard in the rump. Pan soared ungracefully above the treetops before crashing to the ground.
+Ever after that, Pan would only prey on naked women. He didn't want to make the mistake of finding Heracles again.
+Heracles and Omphale and the Lydian women enjoyed the rest of Heracles slavery. When he left, Lydia had many of his offspring to remind the country of his stay. Some even became Queens (and Kings) of other states. Heracles took several months to get back his black bottom. Omphale regretted losing her pink bottom. Pan still regretted his mistake."
+108,Greek Myths: Persephone & Pluto,simply_cyn,Chain Stories,2005-10-06,2005-10-06,2022-01-08 03:49:37,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/greek-myths-persephone-and-pluto,The creation of the four seasons.,['Greek Myths: Persephone & Pluto'],4.47,"Demeter, goddess of the botanical world, lovingly referred to as ""Mother Nature"" by those that inhabited the Earth in the 21st century … caretaker and overseer of the tall corn fields and fruit-ripened trees, was a mother. True, that part of ancient Greek history might have bypassed many a reader and philosopher of the mythical world but it is, nonetheless, true. Even above her love for all that was natural, was the love she had for her daughter, reflected in a weather that permitted harvests all the year round due to her bountiful generosity. Because of this love for her child, the beauty in the world as we know it was created.
+But with all things good, come that which is not so good. And so begins our story …
+On one particularly bright sunny morning, Demeter's daughter, Persephone, had gone out to meet her friends. Being enamored with the beauty of her mother's creation in the wide variety of botanical delights, especially that of lilies, she had gone to pick the delicate beauties in order to weave them into her long hair or make fragrant crowns or garlands with them. But with Persephone's tendency to become involved in what she was doing, it wasn't long before she had wandered off from her group and was suddenly left alone in the fields with her thoughts.
+Suddenly the beauty of the day and the peaceful murmur of the breeze and nature surrounding her were shattered by a sound that Persephone would never forget. The sound deafening, she looked up into the quickly dimming sky, the lilies forgotten as they slipped from hands that quickly moved to cover her ears, the sight that she saw drove panic into her face and fear into her heart. Pluto … god of the Underworld! He was driving an overwhelming chariot pulled by four black horses, their manes made of black fire, eyes the color of blood and smoke billowing from their snorting noises. Persephone found herself frozen in place from fear.
+Pluto had fallen in love with Demeter's lovely daughter, the goddess' only child but Demeter had refused to even allow him to court her. She would never allow the dark god to marry her only offspring. Ever since, Pluto had vowed to have Persephone for his very own, despite what anyone said and now … now he had his chance. Turning his chariot quickly, they raced towards the frightened girl that seemed rooted to the ground and just before he could grab her and drag her into the chariot to race away, she found her voice and began to run, her basket of flowers dropped to the ground and scattered noiselessly by the angry swirls of wind created by the churning legs of Pluto's hellish stallions and the swoosh of the chariot as it neared the ground.
+Persephone's heart seemed to thunder unmercifully in her chest as she raced for cover between the trees and beneath the tall brush that she crashed through. Turning her head frantically even as she plowed forward, she couldn't see the god of the underworld giving chase but she knew he was there. His entire entourage' had turned into an undetectable cloud of smoke that followed after her and if not for the blowing breath of the steeds' breath on the back of her neck, swirling in her loose hair, she would have thought she had managed to escape and gone to the ground to catch her breath.
+Pluto gave chase through the myriad of trees and underbrush in the forest, his darkened gaze never leaving the girl running before him. Urging the stallions forward, he shifted his position, knowing that she couldn't see him and turned sharply to the right to come around in an arc and sweep her up from the front. Her muted scream was the only indication that something had happened to her as a huge cleft opened in the forest floor, allowing Pluto to drive straight down it. Persephone's scream echoed through the forest as the ground closed up behind the chariot, the Earth shuddering once before it was eerily quiet and still. Pluto and his captive had disappeared into the Underworld without a single solitary trace left behind save the scattered basket of flowers that tumbled slowly in the wake of the thundering clatter of hooves that were gone as quickly as they had appeared.
+Later that evening, when Demeter made it home, she called to Persephone but there was no reply. The house was still and empty … eerily so. Demeter immediately became somewhat concerned. It wasn't like her daughter not to be where she was supposed to be. As darkness fell, Demeter began to pace and frantically try to work out in her mind where Persephone could be but was coming up empty-handed with answers. As the midnight hour chimed, she lit a flaming torch and set out to look for her. All night she searched to no avail. Persephone was gone.
+For nine days and nine nights, Demeter searched frantically for her precious daughter. She didn't even stop to sleep or eat. Dressed in black instead of her usual brightly colored clothes, she wandered all over the country side as a haggard, old woman. But her never-ending search was beginning to take its toll on the crops that she once so lovingly cared for; the corn rotted in the fields, no fruit ripened on the trees, and the grass turned brown. Both the animals and the people were unprepared for a change such as this and their food supplies began to grow short. Before long, they were all near starving.
+Zeus finally called a meeting of all the gods and goddesses upon Mount Olympus. Something had to be done. ""This is a very serious and grave matter,"" he said in the voice that seemed to roll like thunder. ""Unless we can persuade Demeter to take care of the Earth again, all of the people will die.""
+""Pluto must let Persephone leave the Underworld,"" Hera replied. ""Only then will Demeter save the Earth.""
+Zeus finally called for Hermes, the messenger of the gods. ""Go to Pluto and ask him, very politely, to return Persephone to her mother,"" he instructed before sending Hermes on his way. He flew off at once, being one of the only few that could travel to the Underworld without any undo stress.
+Pluto's home, the Underworld, was home to all who had died. It was the home of the damned and once one had fallen into the sea of blackness, there was no return unless that one was immortal … a god or goddess. It was here that Pluto had kept Persephone captive, caught up in the bonds of his overwhelming love and desire for her. He had no intentions of ever letting her go.
+Persephone was overwhelmed by Pluto's home within the dark underworld. She had never imagined it being so … well; she was having a hard time finding the right word for it. Even despite the aura of death that surrounded the place, Pluto's own bed chambers spoke of sensuality … a sexuality that took Persephone's breath away. She was not so naïve that she didn't know of the things that happened between and man and a woman or for that matter, a god and a goddess or any combination there between. It was draped with an inviting black satin and plush animal hides tanned black and deep shades of golden tones. There was a four poster bed made out of dark steel that stood upon a large dais in the middle of the room that made Persephone blush and step further back into the shadows of the room just looking at it.
+Honestly, Pluto was a devastatingly handsome man; dark hair and even darker eyes that seemed to glimmer with just a touch of topaz that gave him a devilishly appealing look. When he gazed upon Persephone with lust shining brightly in his eyes, she couldn't help but feel it linger in the pit of her belly, making her begin to long with something that she couldn't quite understand. But she couldn't deny the truth of what she felt inside … she felt like her legs were made of jelly and had to hang onto the dark, satiny draperies that hung around the four-poster bed as she watched him walk closer and closer to her.
+His tall dark form seemed to loom over her as he reached out with a strong hand, his fingers curling around Persephone's dainty wrist and pulled her against his strong, unyielding chest. She nearly choked on a gasp as she was held strongly against his hard chest, her lips slightly parted as she gazed up into his surprisingly handsome face.
+Pluto was mesmerized by her beauty and the innocence that shown in her face. There would be no other that he could love the way that he did Persephone and he vowed to never let her go. She would be his mate, no matter what. His fingers reached up to brush lovingly across her cheek even as she recoiled in his arms at the touch.
+""Please, let me go …"" she begged, her small form trembling helplessly against his hard length.
+""I will never let you go,"" he growled before capturing her trembling lips with his. He could feel her body stiffen as he pulled her hard against him and then relent some as his lips claimed hers, his tongue prying between her pliant lips that seemed to submit beneath his kiss that transformed her from the frightened stiff girl to a soft, yielding body against his.
+And then his right hand crossed back through the space between them and captured her right wrist, guiding her hand towards the bulge in the front of his leather pants and placed it down firmly on the protrusion. Lifting his hand from hers, he pushed the splaying fingers over her forehead and into the sea of dark curls that made up her hair. The movement was loving and guiding and complimented his quiet words, ""Get down on your knees and show me how much you really want to stay, even though you keep denying it.""
+Her cry of surprise was quickly followed by a soft sob as his hand slipped into the soft tresses of her hair and where she would have fought him, found she couldn't do much other than slide down to the floor in front of him beneath the pressure of his hand, her palm taking on a life of its own as it began to rub and push the bulge in his pants before his fingers over hers squeezed, forcing her to pop the buttons there open. ""Please don't do this,"" she begged in a soft broken voice, a lone tear slipping down her cheek.
+He wasn't about to lose that smug air of superiority he currently felt with both Persephone on her knees and the fact that he had captured her for his own despite Demeter's protests or the interference of Zeus or any other god or goddess. He used his free hand to draw his pants free of his hips and slid them downwards, allowing the desperate-for-attention member to spring free and bounce back against his body mere inches away from her face. ""You're mine … mine to do with as I wish … mine to keep her with me from this moment on. Accept it, Persephone,"" he replied as offhandedly as he could as his hands came back to her head, slipping into the silken locks once more before he started to slowly draw her head towards his groin.
+Persephone glanced up at him, one eyebrow raised with a defiant air at his words, biting back a remark that she knew inherently would cause trouble that she could detect would bring her more trouble than she had ever known. But as his hands guided her closer, something in her stirred … something that had lain dormant, as if waiting to be unlocked and the beast within unleashed on its unsuspecting victim. Her hands moved to the back of his thighs, pulling him closer until her nose pressed into his hardness, burying her face against him as she simply inhaled in his fragrance. Even though she didn't really know what she was doing, her body seemed to take control and a soft purr erupted before she nuzzled lower against his balls and her mouth pressed against his length to rain tiny, hot kisses up along his length.
+As Pluto felt her skin against his erection, now free to the air, he gripped at her hair in momentary shock at how baby soft and flawless her skin was – it truly felt like silk compared to his beaten leather. As his breathing relaxed into a steady rhythm, he looked down at her, bathing in the sensation of having her down in front of him … it seemed so natural, as if it were meant to be and nothing, no one would ever be able to convince him otherwise.
+Persephone didn't understand it … she could hardly stand Pluto but there was no denying what kind of power he suddenly had over her. She could barely contain the thrill she felt as his hands dove into her soft tresses as her lips continued to rain soft feathery kisses along his now exposed shaft before her hands took action and moved upwards to assist her mouth in its new-found endeavor to please him. She wanted to make him groan and feel as helplessly lost as she suddenly found herself before him on her knees. One hand gently, almost lovingly cupped and caressed his balls as the other simply wrapped around the base of his girth as her lips moved slowly up to the head of his now throbbing member. Her tongue tentatively darted out over the head, as if exploring new territory, in a soft caress, tasting his excitement that had pooled at the tip before using her tongue to travel back down the length of him akin almost to her trying to memorize the very outline of this source of her newfound passion.
+Letting out a guttural moan at the feel of her so intimately close, Pluto worked his fingers through her wild mane in unbridled pleasure. There was something about her nuzzling against him like that that drew him closer to her with each motion – it was all too natural so rapidly that he knew that there would be no turning back. Persephone would be with him for all eternity; of that much he was sure. Each luscious movement of her mouth and tongue on him sent sparks flashing across his mind, increasing the temperature already rising inside him as if someone were holding a blowtorch to a thermometer. He chewed on the inside of his lower lip to stop the sounds coming from him too soon, wanting to have her oblivious to how close he was to just losing control of his mind and throwing her to his bed to fuck her hard and fast like he had longed to do for ages untold.
+Persephone closed her eyes, her tongue dragging back up the length of him as her palms fondled his balls, gently tugging and rolling them, weighing them in her hand before her mouth captured the head of his cock in her warm, moist depths. Her lips created a suction around the head as she began to suckle, gently at first as if she were savoring a sweet fine wine and then more lustily as her hunger grew. Her hand began to twist gently on his shaft, moving upwards in long smooth strokes, slowly at first to match the movements of her mouth and then faster as she dared to peek upwards at him, that awakened part of her hoping beyond hope that his face showed his pleasure.
+Pluto knew … he could sense the change in her and before that feeling could disappear, he wanted to take full advantage of the weakness that had taken over Persephone. Despite the realization of just how arousing the feel of her mouth was on him, he needed to be inside of her … to join with her and share the most raw, carnal act they could. Pulling backwards to pop himself free of her mouth, he almost cried out in longing. For the love of the gods, that had driven him half-crazy for the feel of her mouth was turning out to be one of the most pleasurable and incredible sensations he had ever known. Quickly taking advantage of her momentary shock, he pulled himself free of the remainder of his pants and the top that he ripped off his broad, muscular form before moving up onto the bed, stretching out flat and then turning slightly to watch the way she glanced around as if trying to work out what had just happened. Now, only now, did the unashamedly wanton grin rip across his face as the passion she had nurtured in him burst through the surface and he let the words rush from him as if he had been fighting to hold them in. ""I want you on top of me, riding me,"" he said, his words permeating the hazy fog of her mind, ""Fucking me so that I can see you, hold you and caress you.""
+Persephone's glazed look followed his every movement even as her moist lips formed a perfect 'o' at his sudden withdrawal. Surprisingly she had loved the feel of his flesh in her mouth … the way he tasted, the way she could feel the blood surge up that thick vein that led to the bulbous head that fed her like a pampered pet. But as his words permeated her mind, a moan of desire was her only answer. Gone were any rational thoughts … gone was the reality of being abducted against her will … gone was her desire to be anywhere else but here, wrapped up in this moment. All that existed in this one moment was what he expected of her and the only thing that she wanted to do which was exactly what she did; she turned on her knees and crawled up onto the wide expanse of his bed, hovering over him like the goddess Aphrodite herself, lust shining in the depths of her gaze as she began to peel off the hindering clothes that kept her untouched body from his hungered eyes.
+There was no turning back … Persephone was caught up in the lust-filled frenzy that Pluto had awakened in her and after this one night with him, her fate would forever be sealed to be with him for all eternity.
+\-------------------------------------
+""I will never let Persephone go,"" growled Pluto. ""I love her and I want to marry her.""
+""Please, Pluto,"" begged Hermes, ""please, be reasonable. You know Persephone doesn't really love you. You have clouded her mind and taken advantage of her untouched ways. She will never marry you on her own free will.""
+Pluto was beside himself with anger. Those of Mount Olympus were determined to rip from him the one true shot at happiness he had ever encountered, all because of Demeter's determination to never let him have her daughter. There had to be a way to keep her with him and appease the gods. There had to be!
+But then he remembered something that very well could be his loophole. ""Very well,"" roared Pluto, his anger near boiling beneath his calm surface. ""I'll let her go if she hasn't eaten any food while she's been here. You know the rule. If she has eaten anything in the Underworld, she must stay here forever.""
+Hermes knew that Pluto would try anything to keep Persephone by his side. But there was really only one way to find out the truth. ""That's easy,"" said Hermes. ""Let's ask her.""
+Persephone was beside herself with distress. Secretly, she was shocked and frightened at the lust and need that Pluto had awakened in her and part of her hungered for it again. But she missed her mother and her friends and couldn't bear the thought of never seeing them again. She sobbed, reaching for Hermes as they appeared before her with the question. This was her way out! ""I couldn't eat anything here. I've never touched even the smallest crumb of food.""
+But fate was not willing to take the lovely young girl by the hand and lead her home easily. A misty ghost of a gardener was listening, his loyalty lying with Pluto and the Underworld always. ""Oh yes you did,"" he croaked. ""I saw you. You picked a ripe pomegranate and ate it.""
+""No, no!"" cried Persephone, her eyes wild as her hands reached out for Hermes, begging to be spared this eternal fate. ""I didn't eat it all! I was thirsty! I just swallowed a few of the seeds!""
+""That's enough,"" shouted Pluto, his strong arms folding over the wide expanse of his chest as an evil smile of triumph flickered over his strong lips.
+""Please, Pluto,"" begged Hermes, ""let her go for at least little while. The Earth is suffering with Demeter's anguish. A few seeds aren't that much.""
+Pluto considered the god's words for a short while even as he watched the one woman he loved sob uncontrollably. There was that part of him that wanted her here on her own free will and he knew that she was missing her mother, despite how he felt about Demeter. ""Oh, all right,"" growled Pluto. ""Persephone may go back to the Earth for half of each year but must spend the other months here with me, in the Underworld. If that is not enough, then she will not go back at all!""  
+It was enough and Hermes knew that if he didn't act immediately, that Pluto could very well change his mind in a moment's notice. Holding Persephone's hand, he immediately flew with her out of the Underworld to Demeter.
+Demeter was beside herself with joy upon the arrival of her long-lost daughter. She had feared that she would never see her ever again. ""Oh, my darling daughter,"" cried Demeter, hugging Persephone close to her heart. ""You have come back to me at last.""
+   ""Yes,"" sobbed Persephone, clinging to her mother as the tears continued to slide down her cheeks. ""I am here but I must go back to the Underworld for part of every year. It was the only way Pluto would let me come back to you.""
+Demeter knew she had to accept this. It was the way of the gods. But at least she had her daughter back with her and for the moment, that is all that mattered. At once, she looked young again. She put on her brightest clothes and began work, making new shoots of corn and grass grow and leaves open on the trees. It was spring all over the Earth.
+All through the summer, when Persephone was with her and life had returned to normal, Demeter was happy and busy; watching the fine harvests of corn and fruit. But when Persephone had to go back to the Underworld and her life with Pluto, she was sad and it became autumn. The leaves on the trees turned brown, the grass stopped growing and the weather turned cold. It was winter, until Persephone returned. Then Demeter was happy and it was spring again.
+And so, the creation of the seasons hinges on the fate of the happiness of the gods. We can only hope that happiness, at least on Mount Olympus and the Underworld, lasts longer than it does on Earth."
+109,Greek Myths: Perseus,SweetPrettyAss,Chain Stories,2014-03-12,2014-03-12,2022-01-08 03:49:41,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/greek-myths-perseus,Setting straight the tale of the gay warrior.,"['Andromeda', 'Danae', 'Gorgon', 'Medusa', 'Perseus', 'Polydectes', 'Treachery']",3.0,"The people who recount the myth of Perseus and Medusa get a large part of it wrong, which was to be expected, because the story was repeated mostly by itinerant story-tellers, who were not above embellishing some of the details. Besides that circumstance, once he became a legendary hero and a king, it seemed not quite right to include all the true facts in the story.
+He was born out of wedlock to Princess Danae, the daughter of King Acrisius; that much is correct. One of the king's advisors told the monarch that the boy would kill him some day, so he banished mother and son, thereby earning the everlasting enmity of the little bastard.
+This is all common knowledge but the most important fact, one that has almost been lost to posterity, is that Perseus was gay and I don't mean he swung both ways or even that he was just a little gay. During my childhood, I sometimes heard gay men described as being ""Queer as a three dollar bill."" If somebody back then had applied a similar description to Perseus, he would have been described as being ""Queer as a six dollar bill,"" which, of course, would be twice as queer as a three dollar bill. During my childhood, I was brought up as a proper young lady, so I have never spoken or written the expression, not even as a teenager, because I don't like using slurs such as that, but I used to hear or read it now and then.
+At the time, his sexual orientation was known to all, but later story tellers chose to omit it from their tales of him. His gayness was so well known during his youth, his name was sometimes used in referring to a gay man. It still is although the user of the name probably doesn't know the source of the term, and it has been Anglicized to ""Percy.""
+He did slay the Gorgon Medusa. That much is true, and the weapon he used to dispatch her – his sword – and that he chopped off her head are also correct and he brought that beautiful head to King Polydectes, as promised, ostensibly as a wedding present. What is not true is that he looked at her reflection in his shield, which was polished as a mirror, rather than straight at Medusa and thereby was able to nullify her power. In fact, he looked right into the face of the Gorgon and had no problems doing so. He was immune to her beauty, even though it was so incredible it could mesmerize any straight man, rendering her victim unable to fight or flee or do anything else.
+Many centuries later, Al Capp copied this concept in his literary invention of Stupefyin' Jones. The cartoonist even drew the character with long, black tresses, much like the hair of Medusa. Some have claimed the Gorgon's hair was a nest of snakes, thereby making her even more frightening, but these people are doing neither more nor less than trying to rewrite history. The so-called snakes were no more than ringlets of hair.
+One support the story-tellers had for their tale of looking at Medusa through a mirror was that his shield really was polished so well as to let him see his face in it. Besides being gay, Perseus was also vain, and he used his mirror- shield to primp and preen and apply his makeup. He also liked to be able to see his face whenever he wanted, so he propped it beside his sleeping pallet and looked at himself the first thing every morning.
+Perseus had a great many difficulties finding the lair of Medusa but he was helped in this quest by some who, for reasons of their own, also wanted to eliminate her. When he finally faced his quarry, she overconfidently expected to enchant him with her beauty and kill him at her leisure. Imagine her surprise when her charms were ignored! Too late she tried to take defensive action but Perseus's sword was swift and sure and he slew her with a single stroke. After cutting off her head, he started back to deliver the prize to King Polydectes.
+The journey back was also arduous and he had to fight his way there but he was a mighty warrior and able to prevail. The most memorable and important adventure was the rescue of Princess Andromeda, who was chained to a rock, left there to be eaten by a sea monster. Perseus had other plans involving the young woman and he killed the monster with the same sword as he had used to slay the Gorgon.
+During his travels to and from the lair of Medusa, he had become ambitious and hoped to overthrow one of the petty kings of the time. As a gay man, he would not have been able to gather a following so he intended to go back into the closet. One sure way to help convince people he had become straight was to marry a beautiful woman, such as Andromeda and, with that goal in mind, he returned the damsel to her father, King Cepheus of Phoenicia. When Perseus asked for Andromeda's hand in marriage Cepheus was glad to agree. So Perseus - with Andromeda in his arms – set off in the direction of the kingdom of Polydectus.
+However, on the way they stopped at Larisa, among other places, so Perseus could compete in some games and earn prize money to finance his still rather nebulous plans. During the course of the competition, he threw a discus which hit and killed an old man in the stands. It was King Acrisius, so the prophecy came true. After mourning the man who was, after all, his grandfather, Perseus resumed his journey with Andromeda, competing in and winning many more athletic competitions and amassing a substantial fortune.
+When they arrived at their destination, Perseus learned the king had not really gotten married. This had been a trick, intended to send the young man on a suicide mission so Polydectus could have his way with Danae. When he learned this, Perseus was so infuriated he decided to put his plan into motion and that the king he would overthrow would be the man who had tried to get him killed and, he discovered, had been abusing his mother.
+He first had to gather followers. Most fighting men would not have followed even as mighty a warrior as Perseus if he had been known to be gay but everybody reasoned a man with a wife as gorgeous as Andromeda must be straight. With this deceit and the fortune he had accumulated winning athletic events while returning, he was able to surreptitiously recruit a band, small in number but all skilled in battle, and launch his attack on his enemy.
+They assaulted the royal palace, attacking through all the doors and Perseus and his elite band of warriors quickly slew Polydectes, his courtiers and all members of the palace guard who did not surrender. After the short but bloody battle, the victor declared himself king and nobody there or anywhere else in the kingdom questioned his new status. Led by his father-in-law, Cepheus, the king of Phoenicia, the other monarchs in the area also recognized the new ruler.
+Perseus was still gay, of course, and had no sexual interest in Andromeda. This could have been a problem because it might have meant he would not produce an heir to his throne. The problem was solved when he prevailed upon his most trusted associate to bed the lady periodically until she became pregnant. This ruse worked perfectly and all the citizens of the realm hailed this proof their king was gay no longer. It also enabled him to remain as king for many years until he abdicated in favor of the oldest of his stepsons."
+110,Greek Myths: Zeus and Semele,l8bloom,Chain Stories,2007-05-16,2007-05-16,2022-01-08 03:49:49,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/greek-myths-zeus-and-semele,Thunder god seduces adoring priestess.,"['Greek God', 'Hera', 'Legend', 'Myth', 'Priestess', 'Semele', 'Shaving', 'Worship', 'Zeus']",4.48,"_""Zeus desired to lie with Semele, and when Hera found out, she changed her form to that of the nurse Beroe, came to Semele, and suggested that she ask Zeus to come to her as he came to Hera, 'that you may know,' she said, 'what pleasure it is to lie with a god.' And so Semele asked Zeus to come to her in this way. Her request was granted, and Zeus, coming with lightning and thunder, burned Semele to death."" - Hyginus, Fabulae 179_
+The story of Semele really begins with the story of her father, Cadmus, who expected her to honor the family with a great political alliance through an advantageous marriage. For the man had a history of misfortune. It was Cadmus' burden that he had slain the sacred dragon, not knowing the beast was the favorite of Ares the war god, and as a result, Cadmus had suffered eight long years of indentured servitude to the god of war. The only bright spot in Cadmus' life was that, after his penance, he had been granted the hand of fair Harmonia in marriage.
+All the gods attended the wedding, as if to say, ""Cadmus, you've been an idiot. Here, now you have a good woman by your side. Don't screw it up.""
+Harmonia was the daughter of Ares, though, so now Cadmus had the war god as a father-in-law. It was not a happy situation, having to always be careful not to make such a relation angry. The matter was made worse by the fact that Cadmus had Aphrodite, a.k.a. Venus, for a mother-in-law. At every holiday, every family gathering, Cadmus had to be careful to avert his eyes, for his mother-in-law was so beautiful, and damned hawt, and the last thing he needed was to be caught staring at her gorgeous form.
+And besides, Cadmus had now founded the city of Thebes, and enjoyed the power, and desired more power. And so the man pinned his hopes on his children, that they might change the luck of the seemingly ill-fated family, and while they were at it, expand his kingdom. And Semele, being the loveliest, seemed to be his best bet.
+Of the children of the House of Cadmus, the youngest, Semele, was as fair as her grandmother, Venus; some said even more so. Semele's flowing hair grew dark as the surface of a black Cadillac, excepting a patch of silver that grew from above her left ear, and trailed a shining bolt of white.
+Unfortunately, the girl had no interest in any of the suitors. ""Why not?"" asked her sister Ino. ""Take Archimedes. He's kind of cute.""
+Semele looked thoughtful. ""I don't think so, sister..."" She looked as if she had more to tell, but was reluctant to give up her secrets.
+Ino bounced on the bed. ""Tell!"" she demanded. ""Who is he?""
+""Promise you won't tell father.""
+""Okay! Okay,"" Ino figured this was going to be good.
+Semele glanced again at the door, and seeing that it was firmly shut, leaned forward. ""Zeus,"" she whispered.
+Ino looked stricken. ""Noooooo,"" she urged her sister, ""you mustn't! You know what happened with Aunt Europa!""
+That had been the start of the family's troubles. Zeus had carried off Europa, Cadmus' sister, and Cadmus had gone on a quest to find her. Every quest in history is nothing but a string of unfortunate adventures, and their father had most certainly been through the mill. As king of the gods, Zeus was much worshipped, in Thebes and abroad. Yet Cadmus bore a permanent grudge, so the name of Zeus was never uttered in the family palace.
+Semele did not seem the least bit hesitant or repentant. ""I think I am meant for him,"" she told her sister, and she sounded very certain. ""I have made an appointment at the temple. I believe I would like to live out my days in devotion to him.""
+Ino began to cry. ""You will break father's heart!""
+Seeing the elder one's distress, Semele began to cry, too. The girls hugged. ""Are you sure,"" whispered Ino into Semele's hair. Her lips brushed against the long band of silver.
+""Yes,"" she nodded.
+""When do you go?""
+""Thor's Day, next week.""
+And so it came to pass that Semele entered the service of Zeus, god of thunder. The order was delighted to have her. It made them look good, that the fairest daughter of the ruler of the city would choose to become a priestess. Suddenly it was trendy again for a girl to consider such a life. The ranks of novitiates increased, and the temple rose in political power.
+Cadmus was beside himself. He stormed at his daughter. He pleaded with her. He offered her jewels, gifts, travel abroad. But she would not be swayed. Harmonia intervened, trying to soften the domestic discord.
+""Honey,"" she addressed her husband one night. They lay in bed, the room dark but for a single candle. Cadmus lay on his side, his back turned to his wife. He didn't want to hear her soft words. He knew she had the power to soothe; he had seen her make peace many times.
+Cadmus didn't want everything to be all right. The ancient grudge gnawed at him. Zeus had insulted his family, had ill-used his sister. Part of his anger continued to burn, after all these years, because the god had gotten away with the dalliance. Cadmus had been unable to protect his sister, and this insulted him as a man.
+Cadmus was especially aware that Harmonia's father, Ares, was the son of Hera, wife of Zeus. And so it was that however indirectly, Cadmus could trace his family line back to his most hated enemy.
+Harmonia sensed her husband's smoldering emotions. She rolled toward him and propped herself on one elbow. ""Hear me, baby.""
+""I'm listening,"" came the grudging reply.
+Harmonia chose her words with care. ""You want her to be happy, don't you?""
+""Not with him.""
+""But he doesn't even know she exists. As far as he is concerned, the temple is one of many temples, and our daughter is one of many sisters religious. He will probably never even know her name, much less choose her as a consort.""
+Cadmus hadn't thought of that. His wife's words gave him a little ray of hope. He rolled to face her. ""You think so?""
+She nodded. ""Think of it. Thousands of women serve. There is safety in numbers. Most likely, they will never even meet.""
+Cadmus kissed his wife. ""You are a wise woman, and I am lucky to have you.""
+In the warm soft glow she smiled at him, and touched his face with her lips. She blew the candle out.
+* * *
+The day of Semele's ordination approached. Harmonia sent for her daughter.
+""Be seated, my child.""
+On the mother's dressing table was an impressive carved wood box. Semele lifted her brows and looked a question.
+Harmonia took her daughter's hand. For a brief moment, the woman looked a little sad, but then her features cleared.
+She took a deep breath. ""I always thought this moment would come on the day before your wedding,"" said Harmonia. ""But this is still your life's turning point, and I want you to know I wish you every joy.""
+""Thank you, Mother."" Semele's voice was quiet.
+Harmonia opened the box. ""The tradition is that you wear something old on your special day. And so from this sacred collection, I invite you to choose.""
+Nestled in the midnight velvet were jewels fit for a queen -- in fact, many of them had belonged to queens, and goddesses as well. There were rubies, emeralds, and sapphires. Diamonds and pearls lay cheek to cheek. Ropes of gold intertwined with strands of copper and silver. There were earrings shaped like dolphins, from Atlantis. There were scarab beetle brooches from Egypt.
+Semele marveled. Sunlight danced flirtatiously over the royal baubles. How to choose? Let the Fates decide.
+Semele closed her eyes, seeing fiery reflections. She put out her hand.
+Harmonia gasped. For the necklace her daughter's hand fell upon was the very one Harmonia had been given as a gift on her own wedding day. The necklace had been made by her uncle, Hephaestus, the god of the forge. The metal had been worked so cleverly that one could not tell where the links had been joined. Its dark gold gleamed with the fire in which it had been forged.
+Emblazoned on the medallion was a two-headed serpent. In between the two heads was a golden eagle. The eagle's wings glistened with moonstone and yellow jasper. The serpent's jaws, on either side, held the eagle fast. Altogether, the spectacle was a fearsome one, worked in a series of sparkling jewels.
+The necklace seemed to have its own power. The rumour was that whoever wore it would have eternal youth and beauty. The legend also whispered that it carried bad luck.
+Semele opened her eyes. She was captivated by the intricate, beautiful necklace. She did not seem to notice her mother's face gone pale.
+""This one, Mother,"" the young girl's voice was hushed. ""This one.""
+* * *
+Semele was ordained with a hundred other maidens. The day was clear and bright. Cadmus looked unhappy. He could see that his daughter's beauty outshone all the others. What man, or god, could fail to notice her?
+But Harmonia squeezed his hand and offered a reassuring smile. ""It will be all right,"" she whispered to him. Together they sat in the front row and watched the ceremony unfold. At last it was Semele's turn. The necklace gleamed like a living thing upon her lovely breast. Her voice was melodious as she said her vows; the look of joy was obvious on her face. The high priestess slipped the ring onto the girl's right hand. It was done. Her fate was decided.
+A year rolled by, and another, without incident. Cadmus thought maybe his wife was right. Semele performed the rituals, and though some of them were pretty suggestive, no harm seemed to come of it. He wasn't exactly sure what the temple virgins did in there. He didn't really want to think about his daughter doing it, whatever it was.
+But on their next visit, his hopes were dashed. Semele was all excited. Her faithful service had resulted in a promotion. ""Father! Mother!"" They listened as their sweet daughter described the task for which she had been chosen: the slaying of the sacrificial bull.
+Harmonia's face twisted. ""Are you sure you want to do that? Isn't it kind of, uh, ... gross?""
+But Semele looked so happy. ""Oh, Mother,"" she chuckled. ""The bull is drugged ahead of time. It's really very easy.""
+Cadmus put his face in his hands.
+* * *
+The night before the sacrifice, Semele knelt before the shrine in her cell. This evening, in celebration of the holy chore ahead, she wore her special necklace. With one hand on the medallion, she prayed to Zeus, as she had every night for years. She prayed to find favor in his eyes, and that she would be a good servant, faithful and true. She made a wish that the sacrifice would please her master, and that he might notice her, the humble maiden devoted to his service.
+Little did she know, her prayers were about to be answered.
+* * *
+Semele could not stop smiling. The sacrifice had gone perfectly. The volcanic glass knife was sharper than any razor, and had cut the jugular cleanly. The only thing she hadn't expected -- and why not, she thought in retrospect -- was the volume of blood. There was an awful lot of it.
+And so upon completion of the ritual, she had gone down to the river. She stripped herself of the red-splashed robes. There would be no passers-by; this section of the river Asopus belonged to the temple. She was assured of privacy.
+Flat stones supported her feet as she stepped, entirely naked, into the water. She walked into the deeper places a little at a time. The water rose around her thighs in a sensuous caress. She paused there for a moment, enjoying the sensations around her hips, the tickling at her pubic hair. Almost like human hands, the waves rose to touch her curves, slipping along the base of her butt cheeks, then retreating and leaving a wet kiss.
+Semele waded a little deeper. In her left hand she held a cake of soap. She ran it over her skin, concentrating on the places where the blood was. The gliding feeling was pleasant and encouraging. Semele found herself rubbing faster, especially between her legs. She worked up a lather there.
+The cry of an eagle startled her. She dropped the soap, and dove for it. When she came up, the bird still circled overhead, and she took this as a good omen. She knew that sometimes Zeus took the form of an eagle. Seeing one like this, right after the sacrifice, undoubtedly was good luck.
+She waved a friendly greeting.
+Zeus looked down on the beautiful young woman. Her dark hair streamed down her back. Her nipples, wet with the river's kiss, stood erect in the breeze. He admired her womanly curves, circling around to see as much as he could.
+He had first noticed her earlier in the day, when she conducted the sacrifice. It was her hair that caught his attention: long and dark, but for a streak of silver that jolted, like one of his own lightning bolts, down from her left temple. He looked at her face, her brow as fair as Venus. How had he missed this beauty? The way her hair grew ... made her seem marked for him ...
+Now he watched as the maiden lay on her back, floating in the river. Her eyes were closed against the sun. Her breasts protruded above the water. Zeus saw her, and knew desire.
+He landed on a nearby branch, and called again in an effort to get her attention. It worked. The woman jerked from her lazing pose and came upright.
+To his delight, she swam toward him. Zeus noticed her grace of movement. Her lithe muscles cut through the water smoothly. Again he sounded his piercing cry.
+Semele swam to where the tree branch extended over the river. The water was shallow here, enough to stand. She held out her hand, wading slowly, so as not to frighten the magnificent creature that was made in her master's image.
+""I won't hurt you."" Semele tried to make her voice low and reassuring. ""We share a common master.""
+The eagle spoke again, less loudly this time.
+""Why, I believe you're trying to talk to me."" Semele felt a sense of wonder, and a little awe. ""What are you trying to say?""
+A silver light began to shimmer around the eagle's form. It was bright as lightning. The light grew so intense that the woman had to cover her eyes, even though she wanted to witness the strange event.
+Then the glow erupted in a sudden flash, and cleared. Semele removed her hand from her face. In place of the eagle was a man.
+She inhaled sharply, for the man looked exactly like the icon of Zeus in her shrine. His physique was magnificent. His face was handsomely tanned. And his endowment was ... was ...
+""My god!"" she gasped.
+""Yes,"" said the man with evident pleasure. ""I am your god. I am Zeus.""
+Semele fainted.
+When she came to her senses, the gorgeous man who claimed to be her lord was carrying her up the river bank. She hadn't lost consciousness for long.
+With care, Zeus laid the priestess down in the grass.
+""You're surprised to see me."" His statement seemed like a question.
+""Yes."" But Semele could think of nothing else to say. She sat up, suddenly aware of her nudity. He was looking her over with frank appreciation.
+The moment of quiet shyness hung in the air and threatened to stretch into awkwardness.
+""Do you desire me?"" Zeus asked suddenly.
+""Yes, oh, god, yes,"" and the pun made her laugh. ""I've loved you always. For as long as I have known what love is.""
+""Then love me now,"" said the god, and he laid his mouth to hers.
+* * *
+Semele was smiling when she awoke the next day. It seemed an unbelievable dream, to be chosen by Zeus as his lover. _His lover_ , she repeated to herself. The language was sensuous in her mouth.
+As he had been. She had no idea how many partners he had enjoyed, but he certainly knew a woman's body. Semele had never expected to lose her virginity, because she was pledged to one who was basically unattainable. The dream she had never really expected to appear had been made manifest.
+Semele lay still in her bed, remembering how sweetly he had taken her. It was as if she could still feel his mouth on her breasts, his hands on her hips. She blushed, looking down at the change he had made on her body.
+""I want you to be naked before me,"" he had said.
+""But I am naked,"" she was confused.
+""More so,"" and with a wicked grin he touched her mound. He asked her permission, and Semele gave her breathless assent. She opened her legs for him.
+Zeus flicked his wrist, and a brief flash of light sparked from his hand. Then he pressed his fingertips to her delicate skin. As he dragged his fingers down, they shaved away her dark curls. Gently he handled her crevices. He worked until she was bald.
+""Oh..."" she breathed. The cool air tickled her sex into hot arousal. Semele felt so exposed, he was right, this was more naked than naked. Suddenly she was ravenous to be touched.
+""Touch yourself,"" he commanded. ""Tell me if you like it.""
+She laid her hand on the smooth fresh peach, moaning at how good it felt. Semele was unable to keep herself from slipping her fingers into her rapidly dampening valley. Her nipples stood up high, proud and excited.
+Zeus watched Semele touch herself, his own desire growing. ""Tell me,"" he repeated.
+""Thank you."" Her voice was husky with passion. ""I love it.""
+Then he had pressed his face to her flesh, his tongue diving in, exploring and tasting her womanhood. The cry that burst from her lips was not unlike that of the eagle. He made her cry out again, and again, her body gushing and shaking beneath him. He did not stop until she pushed him away.
+The look on his face was like nothing she had ever seen. All at once, he looked warm and caring, clearly glad to bring her pleasure. At the same time his lust was fearsomely evident. She dared to place a hand on her lover's face. His power flowed through her like an electric current.
+Now Semele lay in her bed, a changed woman. She knew more than ever that she would love him all of her life. She just didn't know how right she was.
+* * *
+Their affair was hot as a meteor, streaking across a summer sky. Zeus insisted on secrecy, for his wife, Hera, was incredibly jealous. He had gotten into trouble for fooling around before, and had no wish to suffer her fury again.
+But he had fallen in love with the young priestess who worshipped him. He met Semele as often as he could manage. Ironically, in order to avoid suspicion, he dared not interfere with her duties at the temple. Zeus laughed. He, the god being worshipped, could not appear before his flock to say, ""Everybody go home. This service is canceled.""
+So it was that their meetings tended to be brief. He left her notes almost every day, and they stole away an hour here or there. On rare occasions they spent an entire afternoon together, or sometimes a day.
+Zeus did appear to Semele once immediately after a ritual had ended. She was alone in the sacred space, folding the linens and putting away the candles.
+Zeus came up behind her, surprising her in a sudden embrace.
+""What!"" Her struggle was brief as he clapped a hand over her mouth. In an instant she knew who it was. A smile appeared as she felt his bearded face nuzzle her jaw.
+""Semele,"" he whispered.
+Turning in his arms, she met his mouth. ""Where can we go?""
+""Here."" His eyes glinted.
+Shocked, she giggled. They lay on the floor behind the altar. He opened her robe. She started to shrug it off completely, but he stopped her.
+""Leave it on,"" he directed. ""I want you to wear it while you worship me.""
+And that night she spent the evening washing their cum stains out of the holy silk.
+A couple of months later, Semele woke feeling strange. She couldn't say exactly what was different. There was a metallic taste in her mouth.
+In the following days and weeks, little changes became evident. Some foods didn't taste right any more. Others, like berries with honey, she couldn't seem to get enough of. Semele noticed her breasts becoming fuller, heavier. And her energy levels dropped. ""What is wrong with me?"" she wondered.
+At last she went to see the physician. That one laughed. ""You're pregnant.""  
+Semele's emotions roiled. Surely the scandal would rock the temple. Would it be possible to explain? Would anyone believe her? What about her father? Cadmus would be insanely angry, of course. Would she have to go into exile? Would Zeus reject her?
+And yet -- and yet -- Semele could not help but feel a tender gladness, a feeling of awe and soaring. She was carrying the child of the man -- god, she corrected -- she loved. It never entered her mind to drink pennyroyal. Semele lifted her chin. She would carry her lover's babe, and be proud.
+With a sigh, Semele went to visit her superiors. As calmly as she could, she told the truth. To her happiness, the elders weren't angry. Instead they celebrated with her. They also readily agreed to keep her condition quiet to prevent Hera's discovery -- at least, for as long as possible.
+Zeus' reaction was more than the girl could have hoped for. He hugged her so tightly she could barely breathe. ""Oh, Semele,"" he said, and his voice broke. ""I love you so much, girl, you've brought me so much joy."" A tear came to his eye. Semele was amazed. She had not realized a god could weep.
+His eyes glowed. He stroked her hair, caressing the patch of silver that meant she was his. ""Anything you want, I will grant you,"" he promised. ""Think of what would make you the happiest, and tell me. By the river Styx, I swear it shall be yours.""
+""You don't have to give me anything. Your love, your child, is the greatest gift a woman could ever receive.""
+""I want to,"" he insisted. ""Give it some thought, and tell me when you know. I want to show you my love.""
+He kissed her again and held her close.
+* * *
+Of course, the word spread quickly through the temple. Within a week's time, Semele was the recipient of giggles and knowing glances. Some would squeeze her hand, others would grab her and hug her. This became a little tiresome after a while, and she also began to worry about the secret spreading beyond the temple walls. She hadn't told her parents, and she worried about what Hera might do. The goddess was known for jealousy and spite.
+Indeed the word did reach Hera's ears, for she had spies in each of her husband's temples. The messenger delivered the news and left as quickly as possible.
+Hera wept violently. Not only had her husband cheated on her, he had gotten the harlot pregnant. The depth of her hurt was immeasurable. She raged; how dare he; how dare that girl. She thought Zeus had been acting differently over the past few months. There were times when he seemed strangely happy, for no reason at all, and now she knew.
+After two hours of bitter tears, Hera sent a message back to the spy. She didn't know yet exactly what she would do, but she would get revenge. She just needed to bide her time. An opportunity would surely present itself. All she had to do was wait.
+* * *
+Semele's pregnancy progressed normally. Things died down at the temple. After her condition became common knowledge, the novelty wore off, and life pretty much returned to normal. She made excuses to avoid visits with her parents, and bought some time.
+As a father-to-be, Zeus was loving and caring. He was a bit more careful with her in bed, but his desire for her continued and even flourished.
+""I think you should take a nurse,"" he said one day.
+""Why is that? I feel fine.""
+""Someone should look after you. I can't always be here, and I'd feel better about it especially as the baby grows."" He rubbed her belly.
+Semele agreed -- really, she had never refused him anything -- and began to discreetly make inquiries. And so it was that Semele employed Beroe, an old Epidaurian woman. Beroe came with good references, and there was no doubt that her seasoned hands would capably deliver the child.
+The nurse's red hair was faded mostly to grey, but her spirit was still that of a much younger woman. Beroe was feisty, and protective of her mistress. The two women grew to be friends, and Zeus was glad. He liked seeing Semele laugh at the older woman's ribald jokes. He felt better, knowing his consort was cared for by a dedicated friend.
+It was not long before Hera learned of Beroe's hire. Quickly the goddess saw her opportunity for revenge. ""Find out everything you can learn about this Beroe,"" was her order. The spy did as she was told, and relayed back volumes of information: favorite foods, turns of speech, manner of dress. Hera learned what the old woman looked like, down to the last detail, and even learned some of the nurse's craft. She practiced walking with a limp. And she was ready.
+Hera wrapped herself in a cloud, and drifted over the city to the temple. Slowly she drifted down, attracting no attention to herself. She found the old woman enjoying an afternoon nap, right on schedule.
+""Sleep a little longer,"" murmured the goddess. She waved her hand over the old nurse's eyes. ""Sleep until dinner time."" Beroe rolled over and snored. The spell sank deeply into her veins.
+Then Hera shifted her shape. She became an exact replica of Beroe. She picked up Beroe's cane, and limped to the garden.
+Semele was resting under the shade of a tree. Instantly Hera hated her. The sight of the girl's round belly enraged her. But the goddess bit back her anger, stuffed it down deep, and kept her voice sweet and happy, as Beroe's would be.
+""It's so nice out,"" Hera observed. She chatted with Semele about trivial matters for a while. Then she glanced around, as if making certain they were alone. In a conspiratorial voice, as if they were sisters, Hera leaned close. ""So you have lain with a god. Tell me, what is it like?""
+Semele blushed. ""He is so beautiful. I've never slept with anyone else, so I cannot compare. I suppose he is like a man, only more so.""
+Hera pretended to be surprised. ""But Zeus is the god of thunder. Does he not appear to you in his true form, made of lightning? For surely that is how he appears when he comes to Hera.""
+Semele faltered. ""Oh, I think he wouldn't want to hurt me, especially now.""
+""Well,"" Hera cast a sidelong glance at the girl, ""I suppose then you are satisfied that he really is who he says. For many a common fellow claims to be a god, in order to lie with a beautiful woman.""
+""How could you say such a thing! Of course he is Zeus. I would know."" Semele was shocked and a little angry. She had never known Beroe to talk this way.
+""I'm sorry,"" said Hera. ""I'm really sorry. It just occurred to me that his secrecy was -- nothing, I mean, it was a stupid thought, and stupid of me to say it. Mistress, please forgive me.""
+""It's all right, forget it."" But Semele's cheeks burned. The seeds of doubt had been planted in her mind. Zeus had always appeared as a man in their bed. Truly, how would she know?
+Semele thought of the first time she had ever seen him, when he shifted his appearance. She couldn't explain that. But it didn't prove his identity. He could be another god -- or a magician, or another type of trickster. And yet she had lain with him, she had believed him. Had she been a fool?
+The next time she saw him, she said to him tautly, ""I know what I want for my wish.""
+""Anything, my love."" Zeus took her hand.
+Semele stepped closer to her lover. ""I want to see you in your true form. Don your godhead. Show yourself to me.""
+Zeus recoiled in shock. ""Now?""
+""No,"" and her voice became impassioned, ""no. When you make love to me. Do you go to Hera in the form of a mortal man?""
+""Well, no, but --""
+""Then why me?"" she interrupted. ""Why do you, thunder-lover, never come to me as you really are?""
+He could see the tears in her eyes.
+""Semele, beloved, listen to me,"" he pleaded. ""A mortal cannot look upon me and live. Haven't you always known this? Be reasonable!""
+""Can't you control yourself? Even to reveal yourself to the one you claim to love?""
+Zeus said nothing for a moment. He thought she was acting irrationally. Slowly he spoke. ""Who have you been talking to?""
+""No one!"" Semele flared. ""Are you going to grant me my wish, or not?""
+""Very well. By the river Styx I swore it. If you are sure this is what you want."" He kissed her, and looked in her eyes. Even after all of their joy, even as she carried his child, she doubted him. The doubt hurt him deeply. ""I'll see you tonight.""
+* * *
+But when she answered the knock on her door, he looked the same as ever: a tall, gorgeous man. Any woman would have loved to have such a fellow in her arms, but suddenly he wasn't enough. Wasn't good enough.
+He saw the look of disappointment on her face. ""Don't worry, I'm going to grant you your wish. I'm just going to try to do it without hurting you.""
+Semele opened the door. ""Come in, then.""
+Zeus sat beside her on the bed. He flexed his fingers like a gymnast warming up. A few sparks flew. Looking into her eyes, he ran his hands up her arms. Semele's skin began to hum. ""My touch,"" he whispered.
+Her nipples stood up. Zeus ran a fingertip down the front of her dress. The fabric burned away and fell from her body. Her skin turned pink where his finger trailed, as if sunburned.
+Semele was rendered speechless. She had imagined what his power would be like in person, but she had not thought of this.
+Zeus leaned in to kiss her. He tried to be gentle. His lips shocked hers. His tongue slipped inside her mouth. Carefully he caressed her before pulling away. ""My kiss.""
+He looked at the flush in her face. ""Do you want me to stop?""
+""No,"" she whispered. ""I love you and I want you.""
+""All right."" Zeus guided her human hands to his divine body. Her hands felt cool on his skin. Semele held a dynamo in her arms. She could feel his power thrumming, like a contained thunderstorm.
+Zeus felt his own lust rising to the fore. ""Touch me, Semele,"" he groaned.
+Her delicate hand could only encircle his cock halfway. Slowly she stroked him up and down, watching his face. His eyes began to change. The dark brown irises gave way to shining silver discs, and Semele began to be a little bit afraid. His hair bled from brown to silver.
+Zeus threw back his head and moaned his pleasure at her touch. The noise he made was like no sound she had ever heard. She trembled. He put his hand on her sex and slid his fingers in. Now it was her turn to moan. The combination of pain and pleasure was very intense. Semele was soaking wet. Never had she been so aroused.
+Zeus stared at his godly fingers pushing into his mortal consort, and was overcome with lust. He knew what he could do to her. He pressed his hot thumb to her clit and watched her shudder through orgasm.
+""I need to be inside you,"" he groaned, and pushed her back onto the bed. ""Yes,"" she wailed, ""take me, I am yours!""
+Semele opened her thighs and guided his swollen cock to her entrance. Zeus made his penetration slow, but his hardness was raging now, and he saw the look of pain on her face.
+""I'm sorry,"" his voice was hoarse.
+""Don't stop!"" she cried. Semele arched her back and struggled to take him in. She grew wetter with the intensity of the moment, and her lover began to glide smoothly in and out.
+A fierce wind swirled in the room, gutting out the candles. In the darkness, Zeus' skin crackled and shone with a silver-blue light. His tempo increased. Above the palace, storm clouds rolled and lightning flashed. The god opened his mouth and thunder pealed across the sky.
+Semele suddenly knew she wouldn't survive; he was right; she should never have doubted him. It flashed across her mind that she would never see her parents or her sisters again. Semele could feel her skin roasting. For her lover was Zeus, the god of thunder; that was who he was.
+He shouted his warning, and pulled his body from hers. The god made an effort to control himself, even as he let fly his bolt of pure energy. The white-hot ejaculate burst forth wildly, bouncing off of Semele's pregnant belly. The lightning split her skin and incinerated her flesh.
+Zeus saw her body burn, even as he pulsed again, and he roared a great crash of thunder. He bellowed his rage, his grief, and his love for her. In her ashes lay the fetus of the unborn, who had not perished, for half of the babe was him.
+At least he could save the child. Though his eyes swam with tears and he could hardly see what he was doing, Zeus used his fingers to gash open his own thigh. He scooped up the baby and stuffed it into the gap. Then he pressed the skin back together, and cauterized the wound. He would carry the child to term.
+Zeus did not know that the baby he rescued would be called Dionysus, and bring the world great joy. Neither could he know that, one day when grown, Dionysus would rescue Semele from Hades, and she would live again, as the goddess Thyone. There would be parties, laughter, wine. There would be spring again.
+All Zeus could know, all he could feel, was grief.
+ _Thanks to drksideofthemoon for encouragement and friendship._"
+111,Hollyquirk Studios,deathlynx,Chain Stories,2007-04-04,2007-05-28,2022-01-08 03:49:50,3,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/hollyquirk-studios-week-00,"1. On the set, everyone's getting laid but the director. 2. Dirk continues to balance two women, while Max has none. 3. A contest winner turns out to be a big fan of Max’s work.","['Blowjob', 'Breast Fuck', 'Casting Couch', 'Comedy', 'Light Bdsm', 'Male Blue Balls', 'Movie', 'Tit Fuck']",4.09,"**Hollyquirk Studios: Week 0 (Pre-production)**
+Maxwell McGrath looked around his new office with pride. Although most of the pre-production legwork was already done, the studio had only finally gotten around to giving him an office to work out of. Although they claimed they had been waiting for the space to become available, Max suspected it had more to do with ensuring the project would actually get to this stage. He'd had to sooth some egos, more than once, to keep the movie on track, but that was little consideration.
+This was it, at last. After years of directing commercials, and the occasional rock video, he finally had a chance at the movies. Max collapsed into the comfortable chair, behind the solid wood desk; _his_ desk! While the desk was impressive, it wasn't the piece of furniture he was most excited about. Ever since he'd become a director, the leather couch, with delightfully soft cushions, had sat in his basement in anticipation of this day.
+It was his 'casting couch.' Commercials had mostly been small time, nothing big enough to warrant lewd acts to get a role. Besides, most of the commercials he'd done centered around kids and animals, and he certainly wasn't perverse enough to take interest in that. While the music videos showed promise, all of the attractive young women sought the beds of the musicians themselves. He barely merited listening to when he tried to clear the set of all of the groupies.
+No. This was it! This was his chance, not only to make a name for himself, but maybe get a little action in the process. As if on cue, the intercom on his phone buzzed. ""Mr. McGrath?"" Who else would be listening in his office? Patience had seen him come in, alone. ""Your first appointment is here Mr. McGrath."" Patience, his personal assistant, was a sweet kid and he could hear the pride in her voice that rivaled his own.
+Max glanced down at his desk to see a folder sat in the center of his blotter. A quick glance at the tab told him the appointment was a 'Tufts, Tiffany.' He flipped open the folder even as he reached to press the intercom button. ""Send her in, if you would."" A very attractive blond smiled up at him from the head- shot in the open folder. That told him all he really needed to know. This was a last minute interview for an extra. He couldn't quite keep the twinkle from his eye as he grinned at the couch. Thoughts of christening it properly, during his first appointment, floated through his head. That was probably why he had scheduled the woman so early.
+The door opened and he knew, with certainty, that it had been exactly what he had intended. Max had to struggle to keep his jaw from dropping. Her head-shot didn't do her justice. He was pretty sure no camera in the world would ever do her justice, but that was fine with him. He rather preferred the view he had. Her long, blond, hair cascaded across her shoulders and fell halfway down her back. When she reached up to tuck it behind her ears, the smooth, clear, features of her face shined; full red lips and deep blue eyes in delightful contrast.
+But it was far more than that which almost stole the muscle control in his jaw. She dressed to enhance her hourglass figure. Her large breasts strained against the skintight shirt. The dark circles of her areola shone through the thin white fabric. In the cool spring weather, her nipples thrust forward and left nothing to the imagination.
+Her pants spoke just as eloquently, including the knowledge that she didn't wear so much as a scrap of underwear. The elastic material clung to her every curve from just below her tiny bellybutton all the way down to just below her knees. From that point, he barely noticed, the legs swept out into bellbottoms. His attention was focused, as she'd intended it to be, directly between her legs. As tight as the material was, even the vague bulge of her clit could be seen.
+Max hurried to stand as she took her first steps into his office. There was nothing he hated more than the Hollywood types who ignored the simple courtesies out of a sense of power play. When someone came into his office, for an appointment, he intended to greet them properly. Unfortunately, his khaki's shifted uncomfortably and he realized if he moved to the door, to see her in, she would realize exactly how pleased he was to see her. He let the desk mask some of his guilt and leaned far over to shake her hand.
+Tiffany leaned much farther across the desk than was strictly necessary. Max certainly didn't mind, as it brought her cleavage, framed by her low neckline, much closer for his inspection. He knew he'd chosen his first appointment perfectly. He dragged his eyes upwards, to meet hers, and was surprised by a flash of mixed disappointment and insult. He smiled as he let his gaze wander, on it's own, back down her body. By the way her shoulders relaxed slightly, this was exactly how she wanted to have a conversation with him. ""Ms. Tufts. Thank you for stopping by so early. Please, have a seat.""
+Max scooped the file from his desk and pretended to flip through it as he watched her. Tiffany glanced over her shoulder and realized, apparently, that the chair was too far for her liking. When she turned, he got his first look at her tight, firm, ass. She bent over, to move the chair an inch closer to the desk. The tight fabric not only accented the round cheeks, but even pressed inwards enough to give hints to supple lips. His cock pressed firmly against the constraining fabric of his boxers and jeans.
+By the time she turned around and sat, the pretense of the folder was forgotten. He stared in naked desire at her crotch. Her knees wiggled open and closed slightly as she shifted position in the seat. Finally, she slumped into the chair in defeat. The position left her legs wide open and the fabric pulled so tight he could identify the exact spot he soon hoped to position himself. ""I'm sorry, I can't seem to get comfortable in this chair, do you mind if I move over to the couch? It looks far more comfortable.""
+Max knew for a fact that the chair was almost impossible to be _un_ comfortable in. At the same time, he wasn't about to object to getting her on the couch so quickly. ""Feel free."" He waved a hand in the general direction of the couch. As she got up and walked over, he got a very nice image of her ass swaying with each step. He had to resist the urge to bring his fingers up in mimicry of the camera view. Yes, that ass definitely belonged on the big screen.
+The moment she sat, she patted the couch next to her. Although the invitation was the most blatant sign of her desire, he still had to go through the motions for propriety's sake. The folder came back out and he began to 'study' it, as he rounded the desk. He heard a growl and his eyes flickered over to her. Her gaze was intent on his crotch. For the first time, it seemed like she might have lost a little of her control. The soft growl had not sounded feigned. He decided to play it a little, to see how she reacted.
+Max leaned against his desk with his ankles crossed. ""You have a decent resume. Most of the professional credits are commercials, but that's not necessarily prohibitive."" He kept glancing up. Each glimpse only refreshed his erection. Her breasts seemed about to explode from her shirt as she had leaned forward slightly. She never noticed his looks, however, as her attention could have burned right through his pants. ""What kind of role were you hoping for?""
+Startled by the direct question, Tiffany's head snapped up to meet his collected gaze. Max was about to repeat the question when she shook her head and turned back to him, her poise once more in complete control. ""Well, I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't like a large role, but I'm mostly just looking for a part. I'll take any _position_ you think I can handle.""
+Max swallowed reflexively at the suggestive purr in her voice. He pushed off the desk to stand, very aware that his condition showed acutely. He opened his mouth to speak when her tongue dragged across her red lips. It took him a couple of tries to find the breath to speak. ""Well, you know this business, you have to start at the bottom and work your way to the top.""
+Somehow, Tiffany managed so slip off the couch, and onto her knees, gracefully. On hands and knees, she stalked the few feet to kneel before him. He couldn't help but be aware that her breasts were now the perfect height to completely envelope him, were both of them naked. Likewise, his body realized her lips, that now constantly moistened themselves, could just as easily sink down to swallow him whole. ""I _like_ starting at the bottom. I find it very fulfilling.""
+Tiffany grinned as the bulge in his pants pulsed at her. Her hands reached up and began to slowly unclasp his belt. Max leaned back, with his hands heavily on the edge of the desk. Practiced fingers made quick work of the button and then nimbly slid the zipper down, even as she maneuvered his pants from his hips. His cock sprang forward, but missed the fly, to create a very drastic tent of his boxers. Tiffany's grin was wide, and very toothy, as she discovered the prize she had unleashed. She leaned forward and he felt her teeth graze lightly across his tip, with only the fabric a hindrance.
+""Mr. McGrath?"" Max's heart nearly stopped as Patience's voice intruded. A glance down showed that Tiffany had pulled back slightly, but her mouth still formed a very suggestive ""O"" as she began to suck on a well manicured finger. Her eyes laughed at the turn of events. Max was anything but amused. His balls burned with need. He was so worked up, he felt like a vice had grabbed him and continued to crank tighter. ""Mr. McGrath, are you there?""
+Max jabbed the intercom button. ""Yes Patience, I'm here. But I told you not to disturb me when I'm in a...Yip!"" Without freeing him from the silk boxers, Tiffany's mouth slid around his head and plunged to his very base. Max took his finger off the intercom for a moment to struggle to keep the moan from his breath. Finally he could talk, if a bit breathy. ""Not when I'm in a meeting."" This time the moan did escape as her tight mouth pulled back.
+""I'm sorry sir. I wouldn't normally. I understand how...important...your privacy is in meetings, but the producer is here and insists on seeing you immediately.""
+Max's finger slipped from the button again. ""Oh God!"" Even he wasn't sure whether it was because of Tiffany's maddening actions or the sure knowledge that he was about to be inundated with another crisis. ""Can't...can't she...waitafewminutes....at least?"" The vice had begun to loosen and he was sure another minute in that hot, wet, mouth would leave him completely relaxed, and ready to deal with whatever Kara was about to dump on him.
+""I'm sorry Max. Miss! Miss! You can't just go in there!""
+""Like hell I can't!"" Max could hear Kara both over the intercom and through the closed door. He panicked. Even though he burned with need, he threw himself backward and out of a surprised Tiffany's mouth. He jerked his pants back up and barely got the button and belt closed as he jumped behind the desk. Frantic, he motioned Tiffany to stand. With maddening slowness, she did.
+The door slammed open to find Tiffany standing before the desk, and Max behind. Both turned to see the redhead enter. The executive producer had every bit as many curves as Tiffany, and they were all in the right places. Her breasts might be a bit smaller, but not so much as to be a hindrance. In fact, Max reflected, the well-to-do woman probably had considerably less back problems than the aspiring actress. _Of course, not having to spend time of her knees, bent over a director's dick would also account for some of that._ No, Kara didn't kiss anything of Max's. In fact she expected him to do the kissing.
+Max turned to Tiffany. ""As I was saying, Ms. Tufts, we have a number of scenes for you. If you could speak to my assistant, I'm sure she'll get you up to speed."" He leaned across the desk and shook her hand once more. Tiffany's eyes glittered as she smiled at him and then turned to leave. Kara's smile, as the young actress passed her, was about as fake as any Max had ever seen. The executive's eyes called the actress a whore as loudly as her voice ever could. Max flopped back into his comfortable chair. He flinched slightly as his swollen balls shifted between his legs. ""And what couldn't wait for a couple of minutes?""
+""Me!"" Kara Evercum crossed the room and took the seat on the other side of the desk. Max had to admit that she was hot. Her gray skirt-suit complimented her hair wonderfully. At the same time, it clung to her body almost as tightly as Tiffany's outfit had. The only difference was that hers had the class to actually obscure the very areas that inflamed his already pained lust. He needed to get this over and done with so he could, at least, run to the private bathroom and jack off.
+""Well, since you couldn't wait a couple of minutes, I'm assuming you're here on business and not to ask me on a date?""
+""Zip up before you make any more suggestive statements."" Max glanced down, then quickly zipped his pants. He was about stammer out an explanation when she held up a hand. ""Look, I know how the business works. It's a power thing, and not just the guys go for it. I've known some women who can't control themselves around the bodice-ripper types who walk through their door. The only difference is, guys don't usually know how to suck clit worth shit!""
+Max turned beet red. ""Well, at least you still have enough decency to be embarrassed about it. Given this is your first big gig, I'd bet she was your first."" He couldn't keep eye contact. He sensed, more than saw, her lean forward. ""Wow! I'm sorry, I really did interrupt didn't I?"" Max's eyes snapped back to hers in time to see her pale skin flush with embarrassment. ""I'm sorry, just thought you'd have...I thought you and she...I thought she would be...Oh, God! Shut your fucking mouth now Kara.""
+Max had pity on her. Kara was, at heart, a decent woman. ""I certainly would have liked to. But you know how it looks. These days, men in power get scrutinized. Anything happens, consensual or not, the guy will eventually find himself up on harassment charges. Why? Because that's where the big bucks are.""
+""Sleep your way to the top, then earn a fat bonus check by lawsuit?"" Max nodded at Kara's assessment. ""I hate that shit as much as the fuckers who make a girl blow him for a mere slot as an extra."" Max fought to keep the guilt from his face. ""Anyway, I'm here because the head of the studio wanted a few minor changes to the script. He thinks there should be more sex and comedy to it.""
+""Are you fucking _kidding me!?!_ It's a modern day _war_ movie! The name of the fucking thing is _'Tragic Tactics,'_ for Christ's sake, and he want's more comedy!?! And sex? Aside from the extras, there's only two women in the entire film, and one of them is a nun! What, does he want Dirk to make two of the soldiers _gay_?"" Kara's expression suddenly changed to very thoughtful. Frighteningly so. ""No! Don't even think it!""
+""Why not? The publicity alone would be worth millions. And that's before the Christian or military groups started to protest. Besides, movies with gays in them are almost guaranteed Oscars. _Your_ first movie could be an award winner.""
+Kara had hit a nerve with that one, enough so that the thought slipped into his brain to percolate. ""All right, you're right about the reaction. And I know, it's the studio's decision about the other stuff. But I know how Dirk is going to react. YOU know how he's going to react."" She nodded and Max deflated. ""Which is why you want me, as usual, to tell him.""
+Kara's eyes narrowed in suspicion. ""Oh, don't give me that Kara. I know you're fucking him. It was you who brought _me_ the script, remember? Usually it goes up the chain, not jumps around it. The writer bring it to me and I beg a producer. When a writer's gotten it to a producer already, he's gotta be banging someone special. In your case I knew it was you by the way your eyes glow when you talk about him. Well, except when you tell me changes need to be made. So yes, I know you're in love with him, and yes, I'll be the bad guy and sooth out the ruffled feathers with no mention of you.""
+Kara sank back into the chair with a relieved smile. The ice-cold bitch persona melted away. ""Thank you Max. You don't know how much this means. He's a wonderful man, but just so touchy about his baby."" She got up and was almost to the door when she spun to face him once more. ""And we are going to tell people soon, we just want to wait until post production, late in filming at the earliest, so it can look like we hooked up here.""
+""Just one condition!"" Kara's eyes narrowed as she became the ice-bitch once more. ""Next time, if I ask you for 'a few minutes' so I can finish business with someone, please have the courtesy of some respect? I actually do business here, and even though everyone knows the producer has final say, it doesn't do my credibility any good to toss that business aside on a spur of the moment."" Max had to admit, she really was even more attractive when she blushed in embarrassment. He didn't want to make her feel bad, but he needed to be respected by the actors and crew, at the very least. Okay, so he hadn't been preparing for business this time, but in the future he probably would. He accepted her nod with a smile. She was always good to her word.
+Max's head crashed forward, onto the desk, the moment she closed the door behind her. He was not looking forward to the phone call. He knew he should do it in person, but he simply didn't have the guts to face down the temperamental artist in full, living, color. Blindly, his finger punched the intercom button. He knew his voice was muffled by the desk, but Patience would understand him anyway. She always did.
+""Patience? Could you please get Dirk Dullwood on the phone?"" As the rush of excitement drained from his body, the vice slowly returned to remind him his body had issue that needed to be dealt with. ""Make that five minutes would you?""
+""No problem Mr. McGrath."" Max barely, heard as he hobbled to the bathroom. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
+""I don't care if he's the president of the United Fucking States of America! How the hell am I supposed to _do_ that?"" Blood raced as Dirk yelled into the phone.
+""It's your gift Dirk! I don't know many people who could figure it out, but you're a genius with these kinds of requests. Besides, the gay angle could win you an Oscar easily!""
+Dirk sighed heavily as a shudder ran through his body. ""All right, I'll think about it. Hell! Who am I kidding? Either I do this or he'll get a chimp for the rewrite and then we're both screwed. Just make sure this is the last _time_ Max!"" The phone crashed onto its cradle. ""God! More changes! A week until we start filming and they want me to rewrite? How am I supposed to handle that?""
+The wet, pink, lips slid up his strained dick. He slipped free of the succulent mouth with an audible 'pop.' The head tilted back, and Dirk was favored with the sight of bright green eyes, framed by luxurious, wavy, brown, hair. ""You're tense Dirky-poo. Sit back, relax, and I'll make it all better!"" The pouty lips pursed, then opened to slip back around his hard cock.
+Dirk collapsed into his chair with a theatrical sigh. Cassy had refused to stop her meal simply because the phone rang. Frankly, he wouldn't have asked if it hadn't been Max. As it was, that was the only person he feared would realize what was truly going on. Hell, the bastard probably had a slut under his own desk during the call. Still, Dirk thought he deserved an Oscar for turning all of the moans and screams of delight into some semblance of feigned anger.  
+In truth, he didn't give a shit about the script. The thing was crap and he knew it. The changes Kara proposed, always in the name of the 'studio head,' might even win him the Oscar, as Max suggested. The important thing was that this was his big break. Once the movie came out, he would be a known commodity. His scripts didn't even need to be all that good, all he really had to do was keep at the forefront of the popular bandwagon. He knew he could write a mediocre script in less than a month, so the moment he found out about the next big trend, he would be all over it.
+Who knows, he would probably even leak word about how many rewrites he had to do on this. The studios would gobble it up. The producers would love that he could keep on schedule despite their ridiculous demands. The fans would eat up the sympathy garbage of an overworked artist, trying to make it under the worst conditions. And, best of all, it would give him the perfect excuse to dump Kara right before the premier! It was win-win for everyone. They got the publicity for the budding romance, behind the scenes, and the extra boost right before premier with the big break-up.
+The lips pressed against his groin and Dirk moaned appreciatively. Cassy tilted her head and he felt her throat constrict around the tip of his cock. His body shuddered. She laughed at his response and the sound buzzed straight up his dick to tickle his bulging balls. ""Ohhhhhhh Godddd!""
+His balls tightened. Cassy felt the slight motion and her lips gripped his shaft. She pulled her head upwards and dragged across his overactive flesh. Dirk's hips shook with the impending explosion. His fingers tangled in Cassy's hair as he gripped the back of her head. With a quick thrust, he shoved himself farther than she had gone before. The loose skin tightened further and his arms pressed her head tighter to his groin.
+With a shout, Dirk's burning seed erupted into Cassy's tight throat. She moaned in appreciation and greedily swallowed his cum. Her moan vibrated through his crotch and inspired him to pull her head back slightly before he rammed deep once more. The second jet shot into her and he released her head with a shove. Even as she fell away, he coated her disappointed frown with even more of his lust.
+A pink nailed finger trailed across Cassy's face to collect the wasted cum. His eyes dropped down to her luscious, round, triple-D breasts and her large, dark, nipples. She sucked the finger suggestively and his eyes snapped back up. This quickly after his climax, Dirk didn't do more than pulse slightly as he grew more limp. But he did have intentions. He'd stopped her for a reason. ""Should I be shrinking?""
+Cassy looked at him in confusion. Dirk frowned and glanced down at his flaccid member. Her eyes widened in comprehension. She bent forward and took him easily back into her mouth. He groaned as she sucked him in and he swelled slightly. But not nearly enough. ""Harder,"" he growled at her.
+Cassy nodded her head without releasing him. The extra motion tugged at the limp form and inspired greater blood flow. ""Do that again!"" Green eyes turned up to Dirk in confusion. ""Nod you stupid bimbo!"" Instinctively, she did. He swelled harder and filled her mouth. He saw her try to open her lips, for a breath, and forced her head against him.
+Seconds passed. She struggled slightly before he finally released her. When she pulled free for a breath he glared at her. ""Use them _and_ your mouth."" Cassy nodded meekly and lifted her breasts to surround his semi-hard cock. Her lips enveloped the tip and tickled the ridge. Surrounded by her warm, soft, breasts, and taunted by her tight lips, Dirk sprang instantly hard.
+He let her continue for a few minutes, let the stimulation build, before he finally grabbed her hair again. She stood easily, with his direction. Cassy spun and fell against the desk as he pushed her backwards. Dirk enjoyed the view for a moment. Her soft, round, butt thrust in the air towards him. Pink lips glistened with her juices. This was what he liked most about her.
+Cassy began to push herself up, off the desk. Dirk grinned and rushed forward. His hand found the back of her neck and pressed her upper body flat to the desk. His tip found her blazing sex and shoved himself into her tight depths. Her scream, as he buried himself to the hilt, was of pleasure, but he knew it held just the barest hint of pain. More blood flowed with the knowledge and he grew larger inside her. She screamed louder as he forced her muscles wider and pierced a little deeper.
+Dirk's fingers caught the edge of her hair and tugged slightly, even as he pushed her harder onto the desk. He pulled himself free and slammed home once more. Cassy's hands scrambled across the desk for any purchase, but only succeeded in scattering the contents across the floor. Her screams alternated with moans as he thrust forward and pierced just far enough for the slightest bit of pain. Finally, she discovered the far edge of the desk and gripped, for all she was worth, as the first orgasm rolled through her body.
+Dirk continued to pound into the quivering body trapped beneath him. Her helplessness fueled his lust. Instinct drove Cassy's legs to kick against him. Without a missed beat, his legs forced hers aside. The new position drove him even deeper, with a slightly upward angle. Her screams redoubled as climax built upon orgasm. Her muscles gripped and stroked his hard cock as he glided effortlessly in and out of her too-tight pussy.
+He was close; two, maybe three more thrusts before he burst. He needed to prove his total domination quickly. Dirk pulled completely free and slammed deep as he put a hand on her ass. As he slid clear the second time, his balls surged. His thumb slid between her soft cheeks. He drilled into her. His thumb found her puckered muscles and she screamed louder, in realization and anticipation. As his ridge dragged across her overtaxed pussy a final time, he felt the surge of excitement.
+As one, Dirk's throbbing cock sheathed in her hot pussy and his thumb forced itself deep into her ass. Cassy screamed as an uncounted climax tore at her body. His hips crushed against hers and he exploded inside of her. The pulse of his orgasm sent a fresh climax through her. His thumb stabbed in and out. Her continued euphoria clenched against him and sustained his release.
+Finally, Cassy's breath steadied. Dirk had already begun to grow soft and slipped out with ease. As she languished in the afterglow, he collected their clothes. His went on with practiced grace and he tossed hers on top of her. ""I need to get back to work. Time to get out."" Cassy nodded meekly and put on her clothes. With her head down, she followed him to the door.
+Dirk looked at her and pulled something out of his pocket. Cassy's eyes widened nervously when she saw the small device. It hummed when he turned it on, confirmed its intent. He grinned evilly at her. ""Pull up your skirt and hold your panties aside."" She nodded and quickly complied. ""Are you stupid? Bend over!"" Shaking, she did. She half-moaned, half-screamed, as he roughly buried the inch-wide, vibrating, egg deep in her ass. ""You will keep that in there until I tell you otherwise. If the batteries run out, you must find me immediately. Do you understand"" She nodded meekly.
+One last check of their clothing and she ripped the door open with assurance. ""This is the last time you get special treatment! I swear, one more fucking tantrum about overcooked steak and I'll be after you with a God-damned cleaver, you childish cretin!""
+Dirk's face contorted with rage as he grabbed the plates, left by the door, and threw them at the screaming brunette. ""If you were a quarter as dangerous as your cooking, I might be afraid, bitch! Now get out of here and find someone who doesn't have a penchant for processing charcoal!""
+Dirk slammed the door and leaned against it with a content smile. Everyone at the studio was terrified of Cassy Sunt, 'the catering bitch from hell.' They went out of their way to avoid her wrath. But the first time he'd met her, he'd had a bad day. When she bit his head off over his, in his opinion, legitimate concern he'd yelled right back. Ever since, there had been a running feud between the two.
+Cassy showed up, an hour later, at his trailer. Dirk had calmed down a little, but wasn't ready for another round of shouting. He figured it would be better to get it over with while he had a little free time. He got his biggest surprise when he closed the door. She dropped to her knees, prostrated herself before him, and begged for 'her master's' forgiveness. But that shock had been nothing compared to the surprise when he'd broken the twenty-year-old's maidenhead right then and there.
+She claimed to have never found anyone strong enough to dominate her. Dirk knew she had already fallen in love with him and didn't mind. She did everything he asked without hesitation; took every pain and humiliation. In public, they continued to fight, but in private, she was his own personal slave. Dirk sighed happily. He had Kara for the more romantic crap, and especially for his advancement, and Cassy for his every other desire. His life was good!
+But it really was time to get to those rewrites.
+ _This is the first chapter of a chain. I highly encourage you to follow the forthcoming misadventures as the studio tries to produce 'Tragic Tactics.' If you enjoyed the story, please tell your friends, and most especially, please vote. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy the rest of the chain._
+Copyright March 2007, by Deathlynx
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+112,Hollyquirk Studios,RedHairedandFriendly,Chain Stories,2007-04-11,2007-05-15,2022-01-08 03:49:52,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/hollyquirk-studios-week-01,1. Supporting Actress dances her way into more shoots. 2. Supporting Actress takes on two men to further her career.,"['Actors', 'Actress', 'Camera Man', 'Hollywood', 'Lap Dance', 'Making Movie']",4.12,"Reese Willingfunck walked into the trailer after hearing the quiet, ""Come in."" She ran her fingers through her long brown curls and plastered a smile on her face. ""Mister Longslide?"" she asked, her green eyes looking imploringly at the fifty something, salt and pepper, slightly balding Cinematographer.
+""Miss Willingfunck,"" Anthony said, rising and extending his hand, ""A pleasure to see you again."" He meant it too. The beautiful and semi-talented woman was pleasing to look at as well as polite. He saw star potential in the twenty- two-year-old and was a bit sadden by the fact she wasn't the Lead Actress on the set, but just the underling, or Supporting Actress as the professional title deemed her.
+""The pleasure is all mine, Mister Longslide,"" Reese answered, taking his hand in hers and gently squeezing it. Her long lashes framed her bright eyes and the make-up artist had definitely found a way to accent her features.
+""Please, call me Tony,"" Anthony said, as he cleared out a spot on his small love seat, and offering it to her.
+Reese smiled softly and took the offered spot on the tattered cushion. ""Then please feel free to call me Reese.""
+""Delighted,"" Anthony told her and took a moment to study her as she crossed her legs. Her skirt rode high up on her thigh and he could see the garter strap in place. ""I see you're dressed for the Night Club scene.""
+She grinned and tugged gently on her skirt. ""Yes, I am. I only wish I wasn't standing in the corner watching the couple dance. I'm an excellent dancer, but I guess that's my lot in life at the moment. A bit of camera time here and there.""
+Anthony nodded his head, bringing his fingers up to his lips and forming a steeple. ""You're not giving yourself enough credit there Miss. . .I mean Reese. After all, it's your job to make her look good. That's why you're 'supporting' her.""
+Reese sighed, crossing her arms under her breasts, forcing the round globes to mesh together. ""I know, it's just dancing... I really can dance."" She stood up and sauntered over to Anthony. Her eyes dragging slowly down his body. ""I mean, I'm sure that if you saw how perfect I was for the club scene, you'd want to focus more of the shots my way. After all... the better the scene, the better the feedback, which means more jobs and more dollar signs for you.""
+Anthony scooted his chair back and smirked. He read her face, the way her body moved in a soft swiveling action and knew who would get most of the camera time this morning. His hands moved to her hips and then down to rub along her thighs. His fingers skimmed the edge of her skirt. His nails grazed her skin as he pushed the soft material up higher. He dragged his fingertips across the bands of her garter straps and then hooked them. With a smirk, he pulled and released the elastic and was rewarded with Reese's giggle.
+""Dance for me, Reese,"" Anthony cooed as his fingers moved to grope her ass.
+""Yes, baby,"" she purred back, and stood with her feet slightly more than hip- width apart. Reese drew a circle with her hips, arching her back. Her hands moved up her torso, slowly easing their way under the silk top and lifting it from her pert tits.
+""Damn,"" Anthony groaned. His hand moved to his trousers where he quickly released the button and drew down the zipper. His boxers jutted out, the hard shaft of his aroused state poked through the slit in the fabric.
+""You want me to dance on that, Tony?"" Reese purred as her fingers released the front clasp of her bra. Her boobs popped free and her hands moved to cup both globes and squeeze them hard. All the while her hips moved seductively and her knees bent so she was thrusting her body forward in a slow erotic dance of sin.
+""You'll get the best shots this week, if you do,"" Anthony promised. He pulled his dick out, and his balls. The velvet sack was soon in one of his hands and his cock was gripped firmly in the other.
+Reese smiled and rose up from her bent knee position. She licked her lips and slid her hands up her skirt, and showed Anthony she had removed her panties before entering his trailer. Her sex glistened in the morning light that streamed through the small windows. She slid a finger inside, gathered some juice and then painted the tips of her breasts with the tangy confection.
+""Get over here,"" Anthony groaned out, pulling her toward him and cupping her ass with his hands.
+Reese moaned and straddled his hips. The head of his cock rubbed against her clit and she hissed as she continued to dance. Her stomach muscles tightened and her breath became ragged as she slid her pussy up and down his rod. She felt the hairs of his balls mingle in the juices of her sex and pushed firmly down, coating his sack with her honey.
+Anthony hissed and ran his hands up and down her ass, feeling the tight buttocks and squeezing the round spheres as she pumped up and down on his dick. He rolled his hips, urging his dick to slide further between her folds. ""Fuck baby,"" he muttered and then cursed when she rubbed her breasts against his face.
+""Suck my nipples, Tony. Both of them at the same time,"" Reese begged, pushing her glorious boobs together and offering them too him.
+Anthony grabbed them and held them firmly in his grasp, lifted them higher and captured both pearls between his hungry teeth. He gnawed and suckled, pulled and tormented the twins as she placed her hands on his shoulders and rocked her hips.
+""Put me inside, Reese,"" Anthony growled out, then returned paying homage to her flesh.
+One of her hands left his shoulder and wrapped expertly around his shaft. She teased her clit with the spongy head, lifted her hips and then pushed the rod back to the opening of her pussy. ""Ooh damn, you're so hot,"" Anthony hissed out. He released her nipples and leaned his head back.
+Reese grinned and lowered her body down to his cock, gripping the shaft's length as she settled the full length inside her slippery home. She bit her lower lip and held herself still, allowing him a moment to enjoy the heat of her sex as her juices melted around him.
+Eventually they both moved, each one knowing it was time to continue the dance she'd offered. Reese ground her body onto his dick and then lifted herself up and plunged herself down. Over and over she repeated the move, slowly riding her way to a climax, only to stall and wait for it to recede.
+Anthony watched in awe as their bodies mated. He glanced up at her face and saw the thrill of the moment written all over her beautiful features. ""Sooo fuckin' hot,"" he hissed, lifting her tits and going back to admiring them with his tongue and teeth.
+""Mmm...harder baby. Suck my nipples harder. Bite them. I want them to feel like your ripping them off,"" Reese grunted, grinding deeper into his pubes.
+Anthony was more than willing to oblige the hot little number on his lap. He just found it hard to concentrate as her pussy constricted around his meat, milking the blood that flowed through his stiff rod.
+Reese felt the spongy head of his cock slide lazily along the spot where her fingers often had to stretch uncomfortably to reach. She muttered a curse and pushed down on him again, angling her body so the head pressed continuously against that precious point. ""Faster,"" she commanded in a voice full of need. She lifted and fell, increasing her speed and encouraging him to buck up with her.
+Anthony felt as if his world was tilting to one side as he increased the rhythm. Soon both of them were covered in a thin sheen of sweat as their bodies worked in a frenzied fuck to bring them closer to the point of no return.
+Reese knew Anthony was about to come, and she also knew she wasn't about to be a pregnant co-star, so she jumped off his lap and covered his dick with her mouth. She sucked hard, only mildly annoyed her orgasm was now on hold.
+""Oohh fuck yeah "" Anthony said as he watched the brunette suck his pussy- covered shaft. He pushed her head down deeper, tangling his fingers in her curls. Anthony fucked her face, lifting his hips and forcing her to take the full length down her throat. He heard her gag, but felt her nails dig into his thighs, the points marking his body through his slacks. He took that as a sign to keep up the hard thrusting and the forceful downward hold he had on her.
+Reese felt his seed shoot into her throat and she swallowed quickly; the second shot didn't catch her off guard like the first one did, so she savored the taste, swallowing just as the third sprayed out. She kept her mouth on his tool, milking a few drops and then wrapping her tongue around it so she could properly cleanse his dick.
+""Mmm...nice baby,"" Anthony whispered as she popped off his dick and grinned wide. ""Now, it's my turn to return the favor.""
+Reese squealed with happiness and moved to sit on the love seat, her legs spread wide. Anthony advanced and the heard the sound of footsteps on his trailer stairs. ""Fuck,"" he grunted out, tucking his cock into his pants and zipping up, just as a hard knock was rapped out on his door.
+""Who is it?"" he shouted, opening the door at the same time.
+""Hey Tony,"" Alexia said with a smile. ""I was wondering if you've seen Reese, I need to freshen her make-up, before the next shot. It's almost her time.""
+""I'm right here,"" Reese said, peeking her head out from behind Anthony. ""I'm ready, just checking what angles would work best for Anthony. I want to do my best."" Reese grinned like a school girl as she scooted around Anthony and bounded down the steps.
+He shook his head, wondering how women managed to dress so fast when they needed too, and undress so slowly when they were supposed to be stripped fast. He closed the door to the trailer and picked up his phone. Within a few seconds he had called his underlings and arranged to have several shots aimed at Reese and the lighting to flood haphazardly on the Lead, knowing not many shots of the Leading Actress would make it into the scene, but instead litter the cutting room floor.
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+113,Hollyquirk Studios,MagicaPractica,Chain Stories,2007-04-17,2007-07-16,2022-01-08 03:49:54,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/hollyquirk-studios-week-02,1. A femme fatale returns to the casting couch. 2. Susan dominates Woody anally.,"['Actress', 'Carpenter', 'Casting Couch', 'Hollyquirk', 'Humor', 'Mature', 'Quickie', 'Satire']",4.19,"Susan swept into the room as if she owned it, extending her hand to Max, ""Maxwell, it's so good to see you again.""
+Max's eyes absorbed her elegantly chic look. From her perfectly waved shoulder length red hair and her dark blue eyes to her high cheekbones and perfectly shaped full, red mouth. Everything said money. His eyes slid down over her emerald silk blouse to the black skirt that ended just below her knees, revealing stunningly beautiful legs. That's right, he thought, she was a dancer too. Probably what kept her so fit and those legs so toned all her life.
+Max heard the door shut behind Patience but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the aging beauty before him. She was past her prime but she had an indefinable allure.
+""Susan, it's always a pleasure."" The truth was that he couldn't believe she'd remembered him after being seated next to each other for one evening at a Hollywood dinner party over a year ago. But he smiled and took her hand to lead her over to the couch where she perched, her ankles crossed like a lady.
+She was elegant, timeless, though she had to be getting on near sixty, Max thought. She didn't look it though. That's what money could buy, luminescent skin and fabulous boobs. Max couldn't decide if it was how beautiful she actually still was or the remembrance of things past. She had surely been every young man's wet dream in her heyday. Even now his cock began to respond to her like a well-trained dog.
+""Why, Maxwell,"" she said with a sophisticated chuckle as she laid her hand on his knee. ""I don't believe you heard a word I said.""
+Max had the grace to blush as he looked into her deep blue eyes. ""I'm simply overwhelmed to have you visit my office.""
+""I was saying that I was only fifteen when I made my first movie."" Susan smiled.
+Max revised his estimate, maybe only fifty-five. Oh, who gives a crap, he thought as her hand squeezed his knee gently. She was stunning for any age.
+""I'm a household name. Surely my name would be an asset to your movie? I understand that your lead actress walked off the set on you. I'd be more than willing to take her place for you.""
+She shifted closer to Max and her hand slid, oh so slightly, up Max's leg. Susan Swansong, he thought, Susan Swansong is on my casting couch and her hand is inching up my leg toward my dick. It was every director's boyhood dream. He smiled down at her.
+""I think you would be an incredible asset to our film,"" he assured her. ""I'll have the contracts drawn up immediately."" He'd already promised the role to a somewhat younger woman but he didn't give a damn at the moment. Susan smiled up at him and squeezed his knee one more time before standing.
+""Wonderful, I have an appointment but I'll give your secretary my address to send the pages over,"" she said and sailed out of the room. Max sat still for a minute.
+""What just happened?"" he asked the empty room.
+Outside, Susan chuckled. That had been far easier than she had expected. She gave her address to the mousy little secretary then decided to take a walk over to the sound stage where the movie would be shot. She'd just take a little stroll through the place that would soon become the scene of her triumphant return to film.
+Susan walked into the sound stage and looked around, taking a deep breath. Ah, the smell of fresh wood during set building always exhilarated her. People were busy everywhere, putting the finishing touches on a new piece of scenery.
+""Hey, watch out there,"" a deep male voice called and Susan looked up to see a tall man walking toward her. He reminded her of Harrison Ford, with those glinting blue eyes and the cleft in his chin.
+""Watch your step, there's power cords everywhere,"" Woody Dickerson got his first good look at her and stopped short. He'd noticed the incredible legs and the high heels that could tangle easily in power cords but hadn't focused on her face until now. ""Ms. Swansong, what brings you to our humble set?""
+Susan took the hand he held out and let him lead her over to the side, out of the away from all the workers. She smiled up at him from beneath her eyelashes. She loved men with big, rough, capable hands.
+""I'm replacing the lead actress on this movie and I just love to visit the soundstage while the set is being built. It helps get me energized for the movie.""
+""Well, let me show you around,"" Woody said immediately. He couldn't believe his good fortune. Here was Susan Swansong in the flesh, and what incredible flesh it was! ""My name is Woody Dickerson. I'm the Chief Carpenter on the set.""
+""Oh, I could see that you were in charge right away,"" Susan purred as she took his strong arm to stroll through the soundstage.
+As they walked, Susan stroked his forearm with her fingertips just below his rolled up sleeve. Woody pointed out the various parts of the set and explained what they were doing but he seemed to be distracted by her hands on his arm.
+""Do you have a trailer for an office?"" she asked as her tour came to an end. ""Perhaps you could show me the plans you've drawn up for the set?""
+""I'd be glad to,"" he replied eagerly. ""It's just across the lot."" Once they were inside, Woody hurried to pick up a few things. Susan took the opportunity to turn the lock on the door, making sure that they wouldn't be disturbed.
+Woody motioned her over to the table where the plans were laid out and she stood close by his side, but her attention wasn't focused on the plans. She reached behind him and slid a well-manicured hand over his tight ass and squeezed. Woody jumped a little. Had she actually just grabbed his ass? Yep, her hand was still there. He felt his dick growing harder by the second.
+""Fascinating,"" she remarked casually. ""Tell me, do you do work on regular homes? I've been considering an addition to my house.""
+""Yes, yes, of course,"" he turned toward her and she leaned in to press her mouth to his. She took his hands and pulled them around to her ass then pressed her body to his. She moaned.
+""Oh Woody, take me... here... now."" She felt his big, rough, work calloused hands squeezing her and reached down to squeeze his dick through his jeans. She heard him groan and eased his button open then unzipped the jeans. She slipped his jeans and briefs down to slide her hand around his erection and stroke him. She felt him move and could tell he was kicking off his shoes and the pants around his ankles.
+Unbuttoning his shirt, Susan felt his big hands reach down and slide her skirt up. She was wearing a garter with stockings but no panties. She'd come prepared to do what she had to with the director but, luckily, it hadn't come to that. She had thought she'd gotten past the casting couch phase of her career when she became a star. It galled her to no end to have to consider getting a part on her back again.
+Ah, but this... this was just pure fun. She simply adored men who built things with their hands. And here was the perfect specimen, well built himself and ready to please her. She felt his thick fingers sliding through her pubic hair and into her pussy. Oh, the rough calluses on his hands teased her tender flesh and she shuddered. Mmm, he certainly was very capable.
+She reached up and unbuttoned her blouse to let it fall open, unhooking the front clasp of her black lace bra. Susan pulled his head down to her bosom. Might as well get the most out of these puppies, she'd certainly paid enough for the best man in L.A. to do them. She shivered as Woody's hot mouth met the flesh of her cleavage, his tongue licking and then his mouth sucking greedily at first one tit and then the other.
+Woody inhaled deeply, enjoying the spicy sophisticated perfume she was wearing. He couldn't believe he was tonguing Susan Swansong's nipples. He'd dreamed about this, literally, from the time he hit puberty. His fingers were buried in her pussy too! That voice, oh that sexy deep voice, how many times had he heard it moan in a movie? Now, she was moaning in his ear.
+""Fuck me darling, fuck me hard."" Susan reached down to guide his thick cock into her and wrapped her still strong dancer's legs around his waist, gasping as he thrust into her. It felt so good to have a man in her again.
+Susan could have had any man she wanted but that had gotten boring long ago. Somehow, though, she'd never gotten over her addiction to carpenters with rough, calloused hands. It was such a thrill to feel them sliding across her silken skin as his were now, under her blouse.
+""Oh... yes!"" She inhaled the sweaty smell of him mingling with the smell of wood shavings. She felt her orgasm build as her muscles tightened throughout her body then shook as she came. He kept thrusting roughly into her as she urged him on, holding on to his shoulders. Finally, he groaned and she felt him come in her, pulsing his seed deep inside her.
+Woody kissed her passionately, tasting the coffee on her breath. He didn't want this to end. She felt and smelled so good. It was a dream to him and he didn't want to wake up. She shivered as his rough hands reached up to fondle her breasts.
+This was an auspicious way to start a new endeavor, Susan decided. Just like old times, though there were advantages to menopause. She could thoroughly enjoy being roughly fucked by her carpenter without fear of pregnancy. She wondered how long this movie would last. Oh well, she could always come up with things for him to work on at her mansion. She smiled and slid her hands over his well-muscled back. This was going to be fun.
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+114,Hollyquirk Studios: Week 03,only_more_so,Chain Stories,2007-04-26,2007-04-26,2022-01-08 03:49:55,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/hollyquirk-studios-week-03,Checking in on the stunt crew and FX team.,"['Bodypaint', 'Computer Animation', 'Exhibitionism', 'Harness', 'Uniform', 'Wonder Woman']",4.0,"As Maxwell McGrath pulled his car through the studio gates, he wished yet again, that he could convince Kara Evercum that, as the director, he deserved a limousine. That way the fanatics picketing the studio wouldn't be able to single him out for praise and abuse. Max still wasn't sure how word had already leaked out about the homosexual soldier angle, especially since the revised script had only crossed his desk the day before.
+The two groups of protesters were being carefully segregated by the studio security which was currently being augmented by a number of LA's finest. To the right of the studio entrance were representatives from the armed-forces, the Christian Coalition, and apparently the right-to-life society. At least that was the only reason Max could think of for an aborted fetus being on the placard. On the other side of the entrance were more people dressed in uniforms or at least parts of what might have been uniforms. There was a definite military theme to the flamboyant outfits the men were almost wearing.
+Of course, Dirk hadn't just revised the story to have homosexual soldiers. He had decided that it would make the movie even more modern if the two lead soldiers were women, lesbians of course. Max wondered how Susan Swansong would react to the new role. She had gone from the creampuff role of a wife/soon to be widow, to being a grizzled veteran who takes a raw recruit under her wing and into her bed.
+But breaking that news would have to wait for next week, when principle photography began. Today was a rehearsal with the stunt crew and the special effects team. They were going to be starting with the soldiers parachuting into battle.
+When Max entered the soundstage he saw that the crews were already hard at work. Well, they had been hard at work at some point in the day, currently they were horsing around. What first caught Max's eye was the naked woman suspended from the ceiling. She was hanging from a parachute harness with her arms crossed in front of her small taut breasts. Actually, she wasn't quite naked, she seemed to be painted green with white dots.
+Ilsa Tautfanny was not amused and was busy telling the crew below how not amused she was. It was bad enough that she was stuck twenty feet up in the air, but the crotch of the parachute harness was rubbing against her labia rather cruelly. The sort of cruel friction that always got her incredibly wet. So wet that the green paint that had been covering her pussy was now dripping down the inside of her thighs. And all those guys did was gawk at her instead of giving her a good fucking!
+From her high vantage point, Ilsa was the first person on the crew to see the director walk on set. She couldn't exactly cover herself at this point, but she was able to get the crews attention and she was soon being lowered to the ground.
+""What's going on here?"" Max exclaimed with barely controlled anger. This was the part of the movie that he thought would actually go smoothly! A few thousand explosions, some soldiers being thrown into the air and torn to pieces, and a couple of people gliding down in parachutes.
+The head of special effects, Steve Silverwood said, ""We're just getting set up for the parachute stunt. We heard that we were going to be having women parachute, so Ilsa volunteered. Did we hear wrong?""
+""But why is she naked! People don't parachute naked. Especially not while wearing green paint.""
+""That's not green paint.""
+""It sure looks like green paint, with white polka dots.""
+""Nope. That's a painted version of motion capture suit. We use the white spots to keep track of the motions of her arms and legs and nipples, then we use the computer to add in a uniform and we can then swap out Ilsa's face. Come take a look at the monitor.""
+Max followed Steve over to the computer screen which was waiting off to the side. Steve raised one finger in the air and twirled it, signaling his crew to take Ilsa back into the air, much to her chagrin. Soon Ilsa was again dangling twenty feet above the sound stage. The image on the monitor showed something very different. Gone were her long bare athletic limbs, replaced by baggy camouflage fatigues.
+""The camo was from a World War II flick we were just working on. Since Tragic Tactics is a modern war movie, we were thinking something more like this,"" Steve said as he taped some commands into the computer.
+The image flickered briefly to a green painted Ilsa before being replaced with Ilsa in a black form fitting lycra suit. There were red stripes running down the outside of her legs and arms, and a bold gold emblem on her chest. There were also a number of pads covering her body which only seemed to accentuate her feminine shape. Steve called out, ""Go ahead and move around a bit, Ilsa. Let him see what the computer can do.""
+The first thing she moved was her tongue, to stick it out at Steve. Then she started moving her arms and legs around. The computer quickly converted her motions, to the motions of the image on the screen.
+""This is one of my favorites,"" Steve said and tapped in another command. Instead of the black lycra suit, there was a form-fitting white suit with a rainbow arm band on one arm, and a black band on the other. She was also wearing a tight black belt with an odd looking gun down hanging from it.
+""I don't get it?"" Max said as the image teased at his memories.
+""How about now?"" Steve said as he added a white helmet with red ear pieces.
+""That's Wilma Deering!""
+""Yeah, but did Wilma Deering ever do this?"" Ilsa called out from her perch. She gracefully raised her legs into splits and used her hands to lift her breasts, as if in offering. The Wilma on the screen mimicked the moves exactly. As her legs came closer to horizontal, a bright pink patch began to show in her crotch.
+""What's that pink patch?"" Max said with a finger poking the screen.
+Steve looked carefully at the screen then over to Ilsa who was still dangling in midair. ""Oh, that's just were the paint's rubbed off a bit. The green paint doesn't get picked up by the camera, so wherever she isn't painted, shows through.""
+""Well, that isn't very good. We can't have her pussy showing through the soldier uniform.""
+""We ordered her a motion capture suit once we learned that we had to double for a woman instead of a man. The suit we have was designed for Hank over there,"" Steve said as he hooked a thumb towards the towering brute who had doubled Hans Brickhead throughout his career.
+Max suddenly realized that the script rewrite meant that Hans Brickhead was playing a stay-at-home dad instead of a military vet. ""I just realized, I need to talk to a few people about the script rewrite. Let's meet again after lunch,"" Max said as he quickly headed out of the sound stage.
+""Alright boys, you heard him, that's lunch,"" Steve said and began shooing his crew out. In their excitement at getting lunch an hour early, they didn't even realize that Ilsa was still dangling in the air.
+""Did you forget about me?"" she called down to Steve as he was walking towards the large sliding door to the stage.
+""Nope, I have big plans for you,"" he said. He through the latch on the door and flipped the ""Filming in Progress"" light on.
+With casual deliberation he walked over to the computer monitor and turned it to face Ilsa. The large plasma screen showed her every detail of her improbably clad body. The image flicked to briefly show her what she looked like in the green paint before the new overlay was computed. This time she was dressed in a red and gold top that barely covered her suddenly ample bosom. The outfit was completed by a blue swimsuit bottom with white stars on it.
+""First Wilma and now Wonder Woman? Did you hit puberty in the seventies?"" Ilsa said with a bit of a sneer. She did take the opportunity to lift her breast and watch her super-heroine self's enormous bosom rise to match. She opened her legs lewdly and saw her bright pink pussy expose itself to the computer and leave a gash in the rendering. She started rubbing her clit while watching Wonder Woman frig herself on the monitor.
+""I've always wanted to fuck a superhero,"" Steve said and took down his pants. His cock was already incredibly hard and it bounced lewdly as he waddled over beneath her. He grabbed a nearby bench and aligned it below her before lying down on top of it.
+""Just hold yourself, right like that,"" he said. With one hand on the hoist remote and the other aiming his cock upward he watched the screen in anticipation. He slowly began lowering her downward with one eye watching her progress and the other on the screen. Soon her wide spread legs and her lewdly gaping pussy were poised directly over his swollen cock.
+He stopped her descent when she was close enough to feel the heat radiating from him. A single drop of her juices broke free when she came to a halt and landed right on the crown of his member.
+""Do you want it fast, or slow, baby?""
+""You know I want it fast, and now! But please go slow.""
+With that, he turned down the speed and she began her descent again. He watched Wonder Woman slowly descend onto his raging cock. Her Amazonian breasts were heaving in anticipation as she descended inch by maddening inch. No matter how much she struggled, the parachute harness kept her from descending any faster. Worse still, the harness was helping to spread her legs apart, preventing her from properly clasping him inside of her.
+With only another two inches to go, Steve turned off the motor. He loved hearing her moan in frustration. She bounced slightly in the harness, but only managed to lift herself a fraction of an inch. She shook more wildly but couldn't get any more of his cock inside of her. She managed to spin slightly on her cock, but she couldn't get up enough speed for the friction to do her much good.
+""Please!"" she begged. She tried bucking again, but couldn't lower herself any further. She brought her legs down but they were still a few inches off the ground, so she couldn't even lift herself off of him. She was maddeningly half-fucked.
+She grabbed at the remote, but Steve was ready and held it just out of her reach. ""Look at yourself. Wonder-woman, powerlessly impaled on my cock.""
+""You fiend! You'll never get away with this.""
+Steve tried for maniacal laughter, but proved that he was destined for a lifetime of work behind the camera. When Ilsa's frantic movements began to subside, he pushed the release button on the remote.
+Ilsa suddenly fell the last two inched to be fully impaled on Steve's cock. The sudden fall caused a moment of panic to register in her sex-addled mind, causing all of her muscles to tense. Especially the muscles in her cunt which were being pried apart by his hard invader. The momentary terror, the unexpected ecstasy, and the prolonged teasing that had lead to this moment, flipped a circuit breaker in her mind. Her body thrashed wildly as an orgasm cascaded through her. If it weren't for the harness she would have fallen to the floor, even with Steve's strong hand holding her in place.
+Steve used the remote to lift the quivering Ilsa a couple of inches upwards. This allowed him room to thrust up into her at his own pace. For the first few strokes he watched her green painted ass as he shoved his cock into her. But as his rhythm picked up its pace, his eyes became riveted to the screen. It really looked like he was fucking Wonder Woman's gash through a tear in her outfit. That thought drove him to the edge far more quickly that he anticipated.
+As his orgasm shot through his body, he dropped the remote as he grabbed Ilsa's hips and tried to pull her down onto his squirting cock. His first spurt landed deep inside of her, but as he tried to thrust again she pulled out of his grasp. He second spurt landed on his stomach as he watched her still twitching body climb steadily higher.
+His head sank back onto the bench as his orgasm played its course. He closed his eyes for a few moments as his breathing slowly came back under control. The situation didn't truly register until he felt a cool drop land on his now softened cock. He looked up to see Ilsa dangling in the air thirty feet above him. His semen was dripping out of her and splashing down onto him.
+Eventually he found the remote and lowered Ilsa back to the ground. She was glaring down at him, clearly unhappy about being hoisted so high, once again.
+""Sorry baby, I dropped the remote. You know how hot Wonder Woman makes me.""
+She descended into his arms and lay her sweaty brow on his shoulder, ""I know, but next time you want to play with Wonder Woman, she's going to use her golden lasso on you.""
+""Promise?""
+They both started laughing as he helped her undo the fasteners on the harness.
+""I'm just about worn raw by those straps,"" Ilsa said as she finally stepped out of the last of the harness.
+""Don't worry, I'll take you home and kiss it all better. Once we get you out of the motion capture paint.""
+Ilsa grinned and said, ""One of these days a director is going to figure out that I already own a motion capture suit."""
+115,It Happened One Night Ch. 01,JUDO,Chain Stories,2002-10-07,2002-10-07,2022-01-08 03:49:58,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/it-happened-one-night-ch-01,Adam goes to a party and discovers a secret.,"['Adam Feel', 'Adam Leaned', 'Adam Walked', 'Backed Door', 'Eyes Adam', 'Foot Counter', 'Left Adam', 'Looked Sherri', 'Shimmied Hips', 'Still Ankles']",4.4,"It had only been three hours since the final meeting of the quarter for Chox, Inc. and Adam Milligan was already dreading the after-hours bash that his boss, Theresa, always insisted on. Adam had worked for the firm for two years and every quarter; they did the same damned thing.
+""Milligan?"" His boss always insisted on using last names.
+ _Just like the Army, I guess_. Adam quickly framed his toothy smile at Theresa's approach. ""Yes, Chandler?""
+"" _Tres bien._ You will be attending _mon petite soiree_ this evening? At my new place, _N'est pas_?""
+ _What's with the fake French accent_? Adam lowered his raised eyebrows. ""Eh… Oui, of course, wouldn't miss it.""
+Theresa flashed expensive orthodontia and sashayed her sizeable behind towards another pathetic middle manager in the corner. Adam dashed for an exit and fished a smoke out of his coat.
+* * *
+The lights of the city flew by as the car zigged left and rolled right through Friday rush-hour traffic. Adam had gotten a ride from Darren in accounting to get to Chandler's place, but neither of them could remember where her new digs were.
+""Hey… Hey, Adam?""
+Adam snapped out of his thoughts. ""Yeah?""
+""Was that West Tenth Street or what?""
+Adam fished around in his pocket for the Mapquest printout. ""I don't know, it just says Tenth on the…""
+""Fine. We'll find it.""
+The car made a hard left up a well-lighted street and trolled to a stop, looking for curb numbers. A lively Stop-N-Go rolled into view.
+""Naw, it ain't West Tenth. Not unless Chandler's partyin' in the walk-in cooler or somethin'.""
+""Hey, pull in here for a sec, anyway."" Adam felt in his pockets.
+""Get me a beer, will ya?""
+Darren found a space on the side of the building, double-parking behind a semi. Adam hopped out, rounded the corner and ran smack into a huge pair of breasts, face first. The woman fell back to the wall by the payphone.
+""Hey, watch it!""
+Adam's face paled. A very tall black woman held her chest and stared daggers at him.
+""Oh, my God. I'm so sorry."" Adam reached a hand out toward her to help.
+The woman looked at his hand, then back at him. Her face softened and she grabbed his hand.
+Adam helped her up. ""I'm sorry, I just… I have this stupid party I have to go to, and I…""
+""Damn, you’re a nervous little thing, ain't ya?""
+When the woman stood up straight, she was a good five inches taller than Adam. Her hair was tinted red and in long braids framing a striking face - almond eyes, full lips, high cheekbones - she looked like a model, but for her too large boobs.
+Adam grew silent for a moment as he took her in, his eyes flashed from her beautiful face to her breasts and back again.
+She smiled. ""You okay?""
+He inhaled suddenly and quickly looked back up at her face. ""Oh, I… Sorry.""
+""Yeah, so you said. Just slow down some, little man. Take it easy."" She smiled and walked on.
+Adam watched her jeans grind away for a moment, closed his eyes, then slapped his forehead. ""God, what a fuckin' idiot.""
+Inside the store, he grabbed a pack of Camels, a beer for Darren and went to the counter. A young Pakistani man sold a couple of six-packs to a petite woman, then looked to Adam. ""That be all, sir?""
+""Yeah, and matches, if you got 'em."" The young man bent down and felt below the counter, never taking his eyes from over Adam's right shoulder. He looked nervous. Adam turned, spotting a curved mirror hanging in the corner. In the mirror, four young men with big coats were cutting up in the last aisle of the store, loudly cursing and challenging each other.
+""No, you man.""
+""Get the fuck out. I ain't gonna…""
+""Here you are, sir."" Whipping back around, the matches were in Adam's face. He took them, paid and dinged out the door.
+Darren pulled a U-turn in the street and headed east down Tenth into a dark neighborhood. Streetlights were commonly shot out in this older part of the city. Run-down duplexes and old homes with peeling paint, tin siding and in need of years of yardwork led right up to a new walled-in set of brightly-lit condominiums. From the fourth condo to the right of the entrance, loud music thumped into the night, echoing off the surrounding houses.
+""This be it, Adam. I'll let you out here and find a place down the street. Cool?""
+""Cool. Okay. Thanks, man. See you inside."" Adam hopped out and the car moved slowly down the block, looking for a space.
+Adam walked up the lighted pathway amidst sculpted grassy hills and several thousands worth of imported tropical plants. A big guard wearing a vest behind the gate eyed him warily.
+""I'm here for the party in 1278.""
+The guard frowned, pointed to his ears and shook his head. He pointed to Adam's left. There on the wall was a list of apartments with lighted addresses beside them, and a bell for security. Adam smiled, flashed an ""okay"" sign and pushed ""1278."" A phone rang through the speaker, then music poured out of it.
+""Chox Incorporat… I mean, Theresa Chandler's residence.""
+""Amy? That you?""
+""Yeah, who's this?""
+It's me, Adam. I'm out front. Can you buzz me in?""
+""Yeah, just a second. Sorry, Chandler put me to work as soon as I got here. This isn't quite the same as the switchboard… Ah, here we go!""
+The door buzzed and Adam pushed it open. ""Thanks,"" he said, but the speaker was already quiet.
+Following the booming music, Adam walked through the pretentious structure, then climbed stairs past an impressive fountain to 1278. He knocked and waited. He knocked again. He tried the knob, letting himself in.
+Adam squinted as the music slammed into him like a living presence. The party was in full swing - bodies jumping and diving in disco light just inside the entryway, and stairs leading down to the main room crowded with friends, couples and sharks. Adam leaned close to one shark nearby.
+""Where's the bar?""
+The man took his eyes off the legs of a woman Adam knew from shipping long enough to jerk a thumb towards the kitchen.
+""Thanks!""
+The kitchen was more of the same, bodies sitting on and leaning against every counter - the men downing beers as if in a contest and the women trying to balance goblets of white wine away from the traffic moving by.
+ _I wish she'd at least get a bigger place._
+Suddenly, a soft derriere backed out of the open fridge and straight into Adam's trousers. It paused there, resting against his cock and balls, then rubbed up and down a couple of times. Adam couldn't back up for the bodies.
+The soft backside stood up and turned around - Theresa Chandler. ""Milligan! I thought that was you."" Then she laughed that party laugh of hers that was somewhere between nails on a chalkboard and a rasping jackass.
+Theresa's generous breasts threatened to spill out of the front of her spaghetti-strap gown, their heft bouncing with each tasteless chortle.
+""Hi Chandler. Nice dress.""
+""Oh, do you like it? I just picked this up last week on vacation. Figured I had to wear it before the frost set in.""
+ _Vacation. God, I hadn't had a vacation in how long? Theresa's vacation had been in the Cayman's for Christ's sake. Just look at the tan._
+""Yeah, Chandler. It's very, eh… Very tropical. Kind of goes with the plants out front.""
+Theresa's face blanked for a moment, thinking. ""Oh yeah. I'm so glad you came.""
+""Yeah, thanks, I was won…""
+You need a drink, don't you? Follow me.""
+Always warm, that one. Chandler waddled through the crowded kitchen, through the packed dance floor and up some stairs to sliding glass doors leading to the backyard. Outside, tiki lamps lit the pool and surrounding garden. Chandler stopped to talk to a tall, dark Italian man - _from purchasing, I think._ She pointed.
+""Over there, Milligan, by the diving board. Sherri will take care of you.""
+Adam started to say thanks, but Theresa was already into mega-flirt mode with the unfortunate Italian. He walked down to the bar and got in-line behind a couple of self-absorbed salesmen, still discussing their own contributions to Chox's sales record from last summer. He waited patiently until they got their order. But then they stayed at the bar, still talking and decided to begin drinking there, too.
+""Uh, excuse me, guys.""
+One of them looked up at him, frowning. ""Why? Did you fart?"" The other one started laughing as they moved off. _Jerks. Why is it that salesmen are always assholes? Just because they drive Ferraris and I have a Yugo, when it works._
+Adam rolled his eyes, took a deep breath and looked towards the bartender. She was gorgeous. Long whitish blonde hair, big brown eyes, a smile that wouldn't quit - even in the starched tux shirt and long black skirt, he could tell she had a body to beg for.
+She poured a Jack and seven, then looked at Adam. Her smile grew into a wide grin.
+""Hello."" She said the two syllables as if she knew him. An entreaty that he just couldn't get past. So, instead, he stared into her eyes - her deep brown, beautiful twin pools of crystal mist that…
+""Are you okay?""
+He snapped out of it. ""Yeah, yeah… I just… I…"" He relaxed his shoulders and closed his eyes, sighing.
+She laughed. He looked back up at her.
+""Sorry, I work for the woman throwing this thing. I have to be here.""
+She smiled. ""Me too, but at least, I'm getting paid.""
+Adam stared at her again. He couldn't believe he was standing this close to perfection.
+""Can I get you something?""
+ _And how,_ he thought. ""Uh, yeah, a gin and tonic, please. You've got Sapphire?""
+""Sapphire and tonic, coming up. Lime?""
+""Great."" Adam thought for a minute. _What can I say to her? Bartenders hear everything. No line would work._
+She handed him the drink. He put a buck in the tip jar.
+""Do you always do this?""
+""You mean tend bar? No, not always, I do other things.""
+""I wondered. You're so beaut…"" _I can't say that. It's a total come on._ ""So… Uh, you don't look like a bartender.""
+""Oh really? And just what do I look like?"" She smiled that dazzling smile again. Adam's head swam a bit. He blinked and thought.
+ _Like a fashion model. Like Miss America. Like a bathing beauty._ ""You look like a princess.""
+She laughed. ""A princess?""
+Adam continued to stare. Her brow crinkled as she looked at him. ""Thanks. That's nice to hear. I'm Sherri."" She held out her hand.
+Adam looked at it, then shook her hand. ""Adam. Adam Milligan.""
+""Nice to meet you, Adam, but there's a long line behind you, and I have to get back to work.""
+Adam looked behind him and saw some evil looks. ""Oh, sorry. Sorry."" He moved off to the side and watched Sherri fill glasses for a moment.
+ _What an idiot I am._ He pushed his hair back and looked down at his drink. He took a sip and looked for a place to sit. The backyard was almost as crowded as the dance floor and Adam felt like he needed a quiet moment. He walked back into the house. The music had grown quiet and couples were pressed together moving in slow circles. A dark hallway led off to the right and Adam followed it.
+A dark door opened to the left. Adam looked inside, but only saw a big dark shape on the bed lit by the security lights from outside the curtains. He felt next to the door and turned on the lights - coats, purses, shoes, jackets. All manner of cast-off clothing framed this party's version of a cloakroom.
+But it was quiet. An overstuffed chair in the corner had a purse and a couple of coats on it. Adam moved those to the bed, turned off the light, closed the door and found a few minutes of solace in the comfort of the big chair. The music still filtered in through the walls along with the constant buzz of all the too-loud party talk and laughter, but tilting his head back and closing his eyes, Adam managed to breathe deeply. He pictured a cool stream, running beside a forest meadow - fog drifting between the pines from the nearby ocean in between rays of warm sunshine. Adam could feel his shoulders relax, the palms of his hands loosen, and the tension drain from his body.
+He opened his eyes and saw a light shining from beneath a door. His eyes had adjusted somewhat to the darkness and he could see everything in the room fairly clearly. A bathroom - he could see a slight reflection in the tile beneath the door, moving.
+He stood up and walked to the door, listening. The ambient noises of the party made it really difficult, but was that breathing? He pushed his ear to the door carefully.
+He could hear breathing, hard breathing, as though someone were working out. Then, suddenly, he heard a high-pitched moan. He backed away and looked at the door. There it was again, another moan. Adam smiled. He could feel that familiar tingling in his balls.
+ _Someone's fucking._ He pressed his ear back to the door, listening to the rasping breath, the squirming, and the squishy sounds of sex.
+Then, a woman's voice rang out. ""No! No, stop! Stop it!"" Followed by several grunts. Adam frowned and looked at the door again.
+Worried, he thought for a moment.
+""No, no. Ugh… Stop. Stop!"" She sounded in trouble.
+He knocked on the door. ""Hey, everything okay in there? Are you all right? Hey!""
+The sounds stopped. He could hear some shuffling around inside and breathing. The toilet flushed and the door opened. As the door swung wide, it lit up the room. A woman stepped out. It was Sherri, the bartender. Her eyes went wide.
+Adam's mouth hung open, staring at her. ""Are you… Are you okay?"" Adam looked in the bathroom - no one was in there.
+He stared back at Sherri. Little beads of sweat accumulated at the edge of her hairline. Her face was flushed with embarrassment. She looked down at the floor, still breathing a little heavy and her nipples were as stiff as her starched shirt.
+""I'm fine. I'm okay. I… I have to get back to the bar.""
+Adam advanced as she backed towards the door.
+""What was… I thought you… Why did you cry 'Stop?'""
+Sherri backed into the door, looking away from Adam's face. She frowned. Tears formed at the edge of her eyes. She started to sob.
+Adam felt a wave of compassion sweep through him. ""Oh, don't, don't, don't. Don't sweetie, don't.""
+Sherri put her arms on his shoulders, her face in his chest and started to cry into it.
+Adam gently placed his arms around her and held her. He felt her hot face through his shirt and the dampness of her tears wet his chest.
+He started to pat her back as if she were a little girl. ""It's okay. It's okay.""
+She stopped crying and wiped her face. Adam grabbed a tissue from the dresser and handed it to her. ""I'm not… I'm not okay. I'm sorry."" She started to cry again.
+Adam put his arm around her waist and led her to the bed, sitting beside her. ""Heck, I'm the one who's sorry. I never should have interrupted you. I didn't understand.""
+Sherri stopped sobbing and looked up at him. ""You're sweet, and… I'm such a low-life.""
+""Now don't say that. You're not a low-life. You're wonderful, beautiful - a princess, remember?""
+That stopped her. Sherri looked up at Adam from her tissue. Her face scrunched up from crying, her lips trembling. She half-smiled at him and threw her arms around him, hugging him close. Adam could feel her breasts pressing into his chest. Her soft, warm body triggered something at the base of his cock. He was stiff in a second. Sherri felt it, too. She jumped back, her hands still on his shoulders, looking at the front of his trousers and held her breath.
+His trouser tented to the left. Adam licked his lips. ""I'm sorry. I… I couldn't…""
+""Shhh…"" Sherri stared at the lump in Adam's trousers. Then, she peeked up into his eyes.
+""Do you know what I was doing in there?"" She indicated the bathroom.
+""Well, I could guess, but…""
+""But you really didn't understand it?""
+""Well, yeah. I don't.""
+Sherri looked deeply into Adam's eyes. They grew wide as she riveted him with a stare. She was breathing deeply again, breathless.
+""I have to… I must get off several times each day. I can't resist it. When I'm working, it's like an itch I can't scratch, calling to me, reminding me that she's there.""
+""Who?""
+""My orgasm. She calls to me, reminding me not to forget her. I have to go, do you understand?""
+""I… Uh, sure. Uh, when ya gotta go, ya gotta go, I guess.""
+""Don't you ever feel that way? Even just a little? You're not supposed to do it, but you have to?""
+""I guess so, sometimes I do.""
+Sherri held up her fingers. ""And it's so easy. All I have to do is picture someone and use my fingers as though they were with me, but…""
+""But?""
+Sherri sighed loudly and her shoulders sagged forward. Adam watched her nipples trace lines along her blouse.
+She sighed. ""But I've lost jobs because of it.""
+""You've been caught?""
+""No. Never caught, but too long away from your desk, or on break or lunch…""
+""Oh, I see.""
+""That's why I was telling myself to stop. I really need to stop, but… I just, can't.""
+""It's like an addiction then?""
+""Yeah, I've tried a couple of encounter groups, but the guys just egg me on. Even some of the women.""
+ _Some of the women?_ ""Oh, yeah. That's tough.""
+They sat in the silence for a little while, echoes of the party muffled by the door.
+Sherri looked up. ""What were you doing in here?""
+""Me? Oh, just trying to find a quiet place. I've been pretty stressed lately.""
+""I can see that."" Sherri was staring at his cock again. Adam inhaled, growing stiffer by the second.
+She looked up at him. ""Do you want to kiss me?""
+The deep brown eyes pleaded with him. ""Do… Do I want to…?""
+Sherri kissed him. Her warm soft lips pressed hard into his mouth, pushing, swaying, sliding against his lips, sucking on his mouth. Her hands circled behind his head, pulling him into her. She pushed her little tongue along his lips, licking the wetness there. She backed off for a moment, smiling, then plunged ahead again, pushing her tongue deeply into his mouth.
+Adam slid back onto the pile of coats and jackets behind them. Sherri pressed forward, her breasts flattened against his chest, her hips lying against his. Adam's hands slipped lower, pulling her butt to him, sliding his cock against her mons.
+They parted, breathing heavily.
+""When you were in there,"" said Adam. ""Did you… Uh, did you finish?""
+Sherri shook her blonde locks. ""No, I didn't."" She pressed her hand into her crotch, pushing her skirt tightly between her legs. Adams eyes shot to her hand. Sherri smiled, then bending forward; she grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it slowly - revealing calf, knee, thigh, then placed it at her waistline. She opened her legs - no panties!
+""Sorry. You interrupted me so suddenly; I didn't have time to… Well, that doesn't matter much now, does it?""
+Adam shook his head quickly side-to-side.
+Her pussy was as perfect as the rest of her. Her lips were wet, pink - lips out, pouting for a kiss, capped off by a little tuft of dark blonde hair above. She slowly ran her right hand down her tummy, over the blouse and skirt to her pussy - where she circled her clit three times.
+As she did, she looked wide-eyed at Adam, shivered, breathed out and moaned softly.
+Adam was frozen like a deer in the headlights.
+Sherri leaned forward smiling wryly and placed her fingers under his nose. He breathed in, smelling the musk, the salt, and the ocean of delights waiting at Sherri's pussy.
+""You want to watch me finish?""
+Dumbfounded, Adam nodded slowly. Sherri stood, took Adam by the hand and led him inside the bathroom, locking it behind her.
+She pushed him backward towards the toilet. ""You sit here."" Then she climbed onto the counter, pushing some shampoos and brushes out of the way. ""And I'll sit here.""
+Adam looked around at the coral-colored tile, taking in the room.
+""Watch me, Adam. I'm very good at this.""
+Adam thought his heart was going to burst out of his chest. Sherri unzipped her long, black skirt in the back and pushed it down off her hips. She raised her knees exposing her bottom, then pushed the skirt down past her feet and let it fall to the floor. Naked from the waist down, she was a vision. She started to unbutton her tux shirt.  
+Adam inadvertently touched the crown of his cock, pushing against the front of his pants.
+""Go ahead, I certainly don't mind.""
+Adam jumped, quickly placing his hand at his side. ""What? I wasn't…""
+Sherri pulled her blouse open, revealing a beautiful white silk camisole over her breasts. Her nipples traced little bumps through the material, like two raisins fighting with one another. Adam gasped.
+""You weren't what? You weren't touching that gorgeous hard cock of yours while you watched me undress? You didn't want to pull out that thick rod and stick it in my wet pussy? What weren't you doing?""
+Sherri whipped the camisole over her head and smiled at Adam as his eyes fixed on the pink nipples nestled in the pink aureole at the end of her boobs. Sherri flung the camisole on top of the skirt on the floor and cupped her breasts, looking down at them.
+""This is where it all begins - my nipples."" She pinched them for emphasis and talked to them. ""All day, they rub against my clothes, sending little messages straight to my clit. C'mon, Sherri. It'll only take a minute. C'mon, Sherri. Come play with us. We'll make you feel good.""
+She cupped them underneath, pushing them up, then took one distended nipple in her lips, sucking it and licking it. She moaned, then licked the other. She looked up at Adam and went back to pinching her nipples, rubbing her palms against them and rocking them between her thumb and forefingers.
+ _Oh, my God._ Adam just stared. His mouth dropped open.
+""You didn't answer my question, Adam.""
+He blinked and looked up to her face. ""I what? I…""
+""You need to settle down, boy. Why don't you pull out the little man and get into the spirit of the moment? Hmmm? I mean, that's got to be painful, right?"" Sherri's eyes dropped to his lap.
+Adam looked down. The front of his pants was standing straight up now - the zipper fully exposed. He shifted his hips a little, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
+""That's so sexy. Do that again.""
+Adam looked up. Sherri had one foot up on the counter now, fully exposing her pussy to him. She'd dropped a hand and was busily drawing quick little circles around her clit.
+""Wow,"" Adam whispered. He looked at her face. Her eyes were half-lidded and once-in-a-while, she'd flinch as though someone had shocked her briefly.
+""Let me see your cock, Adam. Take it out.""
+Adam looked at the door, then back to Sherri. He could smell her musk filling the room.
+He unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper and before he knew it, his hard penis leapt through the slit in his boxers. It pointed straight up from his lap, like a totem pole - the bluish skin on the crown was taut like Saran Wrap and the shaft was swollen and red. He wrapped his hand around the shafted and squeezed firmly, eliciting a moan deep from his throat.
+Sherri echoed his moan and Adam looked up. She'd sunk two fingers into her pussy and put her other foot up on the counter. She slowly sawed the two digits in and out of herself, pulling her butterflied lips open and shoving them closed.
+""Oh my God, what a big beautiful cock. Unnnnhhh…"" Sherri moaned and closed her eyes tightly for a second. She breathed in and continued masturbating.
+""Did you?""
+""No, no just a small tremor. I'm working up to a big one. Take your pants off, I want to see your balls.""
+Adam stood up and shimmied his hips side to side. The trousers slipped past his hips and fell to the floor. He pushed his boxers down, then posed sideways, thrusting his cock out proudly.
+""Oh fuck, don't do that."" Sherri stared at his cock.
+Adam thrust his cock out again - two times, three times…
+Sherri almost jumped off the counter. She put her face right in front of his bobbing penis and put her hand behind his knees. Her breasts pressed softly against his thighs. As his penis bounced, her eyes were locked to it. She panted hotly through her mouth. Adam could feel her breath on his balls.
+Adam looked down at her. She looked up at him, almost hypnotized with desire. She opened her mouth, licking her lips, moistening them. Adam shimmied his hips and his cock moved side to side like a windshield wiper. Sherri followed it, trying to catch it with her mouth. Adam grabbed his penis, pulling it away from Sherri.
+""Oh, don't tease me, please. Let me have it""
+""You have to ask, Sherri. What do you want?""
+She looked at his hard penis, her mouth panting with concern. ""I want your cock in my mouth. I want to suck it. I want to suck the cum from your balls until it runs out of my mouth and over my breasts. Then, I want to fuck you until neither of us can stand it anymore. Then, I want to do it all over again.""
+Adam couldn't resist. ""Say pretty please.""
+Sherri moaned. ""Oh… Oh… Uhmm.""
+But Adam couldn't be so cruel. He sunk his cock into her mouth. She grabbed him with both hands and tried to swallow as much of the delightful tube as she could. She smiled as best she could with her lips stretched around his shaft, then backed off to the end, licking around the crown with her tongue. She leaned forward taking him until she choked a bit, then backed off, stroking him with her hands.
+""How does that feel?""
+""It feels awesome. I love watching you stroke my cock - the way your eyes watch it, the way your boobs bounce while you do it. So sexy.""
+""So, you think I'm sexy?""
+""You are the sexiest woman in the world - a true princess.""
+""A cocksucking princess!""
+She laughed and sank his cock back into her mouth. Adam closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath. She pushed his hips and he sat down abruptly on the toilet seat again. Sherri got between his legs and using both hands, really began to bob her lips up and down his cock, moaning each time she sank forward. It felt exactly like Adam's penis was in a tight pussy.
+She bobbed her head faster and faster, accelerating her tempo. She was like a machine. Her blonde hair flew with her motion. A trickle of sweat ran down Adam's chest, mingling in his pubic hair. He felt the tingling that had begun in his balls rise into his lower belly. He held onto the toilet below him. Sherri's moaning was going faster. ""Mmm, mmm, mmm, mm, mm ,mm, mm!""
+Adam pulled her off. ""Stop! Not so fast. Stop, oh God. I almost came in your mouth. Oh my God.""
+Breathing hard, Sherri climbed back up on the counter across from Adam and raised her feet up, spreading her legs. ""That's okay, I wouldn't have minded. I intend on getting some of your sperm in my mouth soon, but would you mind if I came in your mouth first?""
+Adam smiled and got on the floor, pants still around his ankles, and nestled between Sherri's thighs. She looked down at him with soft eyes. He could smell his cock on her breath. He placed his hands gently on the back of her thighs. She jumped.
+""Sorry, it isn't going to take much. I'm pretty wound up.""
+Adam smiled. ""I'll be as soft as a mouse."" He looked left and kissed her leg. She moaned. He looked right and licked her other thigh, tracing a wet line closer to her pussy. Her knees relaxed and fell apart. Adam placed his nose close to her and breathed in deeply. That lovely smell that had been on her fingers was his for the taking. He looked up at her. Her breasts heaved up and down with her deep breathing. Her lipstick was smeared over her lips. Her half-lidded eyes watched every move he made. He opened his mouth and slowly pushed his tongue out until it touched the tuft of hair at the top of her mons. He licked it once, twice. Sherri shivered.
+He moved down and licked next to her pussy at the inside top of her thigh, making wet love to her groin.
+""Oh fuck, you love this, don't you?""
+""Oh yeah, "" said Adam.
+He leaned forward and began gently tracing her inner labia with the tip of his tongue, making them glisten with his saliva. Then, pausing for a moment to line up, he made his tongue long and hard and sank it into her vagina as far as he could.
+""Ohhh!"" Sherri groaned and clutched at Adam's head, holding to her pussy. Adam wriggled his tongue around inside of Sherri. Her hips bounced twice off of the counter, trying to get his tongue to move up.
+But Adam was ahead of the game. He backed off and began licking her slit straight up and down, getting her soaking wet from perineum to tuft. Sherri was moaning continuously now, her hands down on the counter at her sides, her eyes closed. Using his thumbs, Adam moved her lips aside, opening her up to his assault. There in front of him was Sherri's clit sticking straight up, pushing out of her hood. He blew on it. Sherri moaned. He placed his tongue on the underside of it and licked to the tip. Sherri's eyes flew open and she grabbed his head again, pushing his lips down over her clit.
+Adam grabbed Sherri's ass and pulled it to him, licking quickly at the hard nubbin inside his mouth. His cock rubbed against the counter below him, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum.
+Sherri clutched at his hair, pulling almost painfully at his head. ""Oh God. Adam, oh fuck. Oh… God!""
+Sherri's thighs slapped to Adam's ears, muffling her yells in the confines of the tight little room. Her pubic bone punched him in the nose several times as Adam rode out the orgasm ripping through her thighs. After a minute, Sherri settled down, breathing more evenly, lying back against the mirror behind her. Adam stood up slowly and leaned in to kiss Sherri's face. He kissed her forehead, her cheek, her eyes. Then, she moved suddenly and caught his mouth with hers, kissing him deeply and winding her arms around his back, pulling him to her. She scooted her hips forward and raised her feet and wrapped them around Adam's butt, pulling him to her. His cock settled against the wet cleft of her vagina. Her hips rocking against the bottom of it.
+She stopped kissing him and looked into his eyes. ""Love me, Adam. I want to feel your cock pushing my insides apart. I want to feel that exquisite pressure. Please, Adam. Fuck me.""
+Adam smiled. ""You're sure about this?""
+Sherri bucked underneath him and pushed down with her feet, trying to capture his cock. ""You fucking tease. You bastard. How do they stand you at work? God damn it. I just want to…""
+Adam pushed slowly, steadily, deeply into the tight confines of Sherri's wet pussy. She groaned loudly.
+""I can think of nothing better to be doing with my life, than being your lover, Sherri. Oh… My God, you feel amazing.""
+Adam pushed back with his arms and began slowly rocking his hips, driving his penis in and out of Sherri.
+She egged him on with a running commentary. ""Oh, yeah. Fuck my pussy. Drive your cock in me. I love it. I love feeling it spread me. Oh fuck, that's good. Did anyone ever tell you that you're big? Oh, fuck.""
+Adam tried to concentrate. Concentrate on anything that wasn't what they were doing. He couldn't let himself go with the fantasy that was his right now or he'd shoot in two seconds. He thought of work. He thought of Linux calls for his PC at home. He thought about how fat Chandler's ass looked in her slinky dress. _Oh shit! I thought of Chandler's boobs. She's got great boobs, but not half as nice as these._
+He looked at Sherri beneath him, her beautiful breasts rocking with their lovemaking, the sweat running off her neck and down between her boobs. He looked at her shiny pink lips clutching at his hard penis as it slid in and out of her pussy. The smell of this exquisite woman, the groan of his name on her lips, the glisten of her blonde hair as he fucked her on the counter of his boss's bathroom.
+That was it, he was past the point of no return. He drove his cock into Sherri like there was no tomorrow. Slapping her ass with his balls.
+She groaned and hung on, breathing through her open mouth. ""Oh fuck, oh yeah, unhhhh… God, I'm coming again. I'm coming!""
+Adam rode the wave rising inside of him until little stars went off behind his eyes and he sank his cock as deeply as he could inside Sherri, spraying her pussy with his cream. He pulled out slowly and sank himself home a few more times, then Sherri pushed him off of her, pushed him back. He fell onto the toilet once again, and felt her mouth slide down his cock. He jumped as Sherri licked the remaining sperm out of his penis, pumping what was left from his balls, and rubbing the crown of his cock along her lips. A small dribble of white ran off the side of her mouth and down her chin. She straightened, looked in the mirror, catching the drop of sperm on her finger and licking it clean.
+""Mmmm… Tasty.""
+Her body was covered in sweat like his own. Her nipples stuck out like two thimbles from her breasts and the smile never left her face. Adam leaned forward, kissed Sherri, then put his arms around her, still trying to catch his breath.
+""You think that might hold you for a while?""
+She laughed, a deep throaty laugh. ""Yeah, I think it might, but if it doesn't, can I call you?""
+Adam reached for his wallet in his pants, still around his ankles and pulled out a business card - and handed it to her. ""Call me, please. I'm available 24-7 - outcalls, public, private, whenever you might need me.""
+Sherri giggled and stuffed his card in her purse. She came back with a ballpoint pen, grabbed his hand and wrote her phone number on his palm.
+""The same offer goes for you - 24-7, whenever you need some pussy, just call little ol' Sherri.
+Adam took her card and kissed it. She wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him. They kissed until they couldn't hear the party, until they couldn't feel the heat, until there was only the two of them.
+* * *
+After a little clean-up in tight quarters, Sherri made her way back to the bar by the pool and Adam made his way to another bedroom down the hall. After the evening's events and a potent gin and tonic, he found a television and relaxed on a big sofa, watching Sports Center.
+He hadn't realized he'd fallen asleep until he woke up in the quiet room some time later. The buzz of the party was barely there. He sat up and stretched, yawning. His watch told him it was late and he figured he'd better bid goodbye to Chandler and hit the road.
+Adam straightened his jacket, brushed his hair back and walked down to the main room. Couples were paired off in the dim light of the late night and no one was beside the pool. No Sherri - even her bar was gone. He looked around, but didn't find Chandler anywhere. Then he remembered - Darren, where was Darren?
+He did the condo a once-over again, but no Darren either. He walked down to the front gate, past the big security guard and outside, searching up and down the street. Almost no cars left and none of them Darren's car.
+He looked at his watch again. ""Great fuckin' day in the mornin'. Now what? How do I get home?""
+* * *  "
+116,It Happened One Night Ch. 02,Chicklet,Chain Stories,2002-10-22,2002-10-22,2022-01-08 03:49:59,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/it-happened-one-night-ch-02,Adam's boss gets what she deserves,"['Adam Held', 'Adam Slid', 'Adam Whispered', 'Bet Asked', 'Erection Pushing', 'Inside Adam', 'Legs Adam', 'Slut Adam', 'Theresa Body', 'Walked Purposefully']",4.31,"Three hours had passed since the final meeting of the quarter for Chox, Inc. and Adam Milligan had been dreading the party that his boss, Theresa, had thrown after every quarter since Adam had begun working for the company two years ago. Thank god it was almost over.
+""Milligan?"" He heard her voice, seductive and yet annoying, from behind. Turning, he flashed a fake smile in her direction.
+""Yes, Chandler?"" Responding in kind to her use of his last name. He flashed an equally fake smile in her direction, thinking to himself how great it would be to get away from her, and Chox in general.
+"" _Tres bien_. You will be attending _mon petite soiree_ this evening? At my new place, _N'est pas_?"" Theresa reeked of expensive perfume, her face coated in makeup as always. The impression Adam had gotten the first time he'd met the woman had been that she was one who had risen to the top too soon, and her attitude suggested every day that he was right. People like her made him sick, with their snobby ways and almost slutty demeanors…they knew that they were untouchable.
+Adam struggled to keep his face in order at her fake accent. ""Eh _...Oui_ , of course, wouldn't miss it."" _It'll be the last one I attend, you stupid cow_ , he thought to himself.
+Theresa flashed a toothy smile up at him and flipped her dark hair over her shoulder before she sauntered away, her full figure jiggling seductively with every step she took. Shaking his head to bring him back to reality, Adam felt an overwhelming urge for a cigarette. Reaching inside his front pocket, he cursed under his breath. Empty. He remembered giving his last one to Darren earlier that day. Shrugging it off, Adam went to find his ride.
+* * * * * * * * * * *
+In the car Adam felt tenser and more irritated at having to attend the party his boss insisted on. It was just another stupid excuse for her to surround herself with those she thought of as her underlings, and to give her ego another boost.
+""Was that tenth street?"" Darren asked, looking out the window towards the sign they had just passed.
+""I don't know,"" Adam said, digging the Map quest printout out of his pocket. ""I can never read these things.""
+""You're tense, buddy,"" Darren said, concerned, as he pulled the paper out of Adam's hands.
+""I don't know what's wrong with me,"" Adam said, sighing. ""I wish we didn't have to go to this stupid thing.'
+""Hey,"" Darren said. ""You've only been at Chox for two years. I've been there for four. You know how many times I've wished these parties didn't exist? Always the same thing. Theresa walks around in some tiny dress, flirting with all the guys that know she's way out of their league. All the asshole salesmen make passes at the waitresses Theresa hires for the event, and everyone with any sense is bored out of their minds.""
+""Hey!"" Adam said, pointing out the window. ""Damn, we missed it!""
+""What?"" Darren asked.
+""I saw a Stop-N-Go,"" Adam groaned. ""I need some smokes.""
+""Sorry man,"" Darren apologized. ""We're gonna be way late if we stop, though.""
+""Maybe we should play hooky,"" Adam suggested, a wry smile on his lips. ""I just want to get a smoke.""
+""We're already late, man. Just borrow one from someone when we get there. Help me figure the route out, okay?""
+Adam sighed again and took the paper back from Darren. A few left turns, a right, and they were there.
+""This be it, Adam,"" Darren said, looking up at the dark building. ""I'll let you out here and find a space down the street, cool?""
+""Cool. Okay. Thanks, man. See you inside."" Adam slid reluctantly out of the car as it rolled down the block. ""Well,"" he muttered to himself. ""This is it. Two more weeks and this'll just be a bad memory.""
+The lighted pathway was decorated with expensive looking tropical plants and nicely sculpted landscape. Adam's own apartment had a cement patch about the size of a small basketball court out back where the local kids played. Shaking his head, he wished for the hundredth time that day that he was the kind of guy that lived in a building like this. Someday, maybe. The latest thing on his mind was a job interview he'd had last week. From the reaction of the board who had reviewed him, he was 99 percent sure they were going to take him on. If he got it, it meant financial security, a good position that he could brag to his folks about. It meant that he could leave Chox and never have to attend one of these stupid get togethers again. Unfortunately, there was a chance he wouldn't get it, which was the only thing forcing him down the path towards the gates. Between the stress of wanting the new job and the fact he hadn't had a smoke all day, Adam was really feeling some tension.
+A large man in a security uniform watched as Adam approached the doorway. Straightening himself up, almost like a cat struggles to make itself look larger, Adam cleared his throat.
+""I'm here for a party in 1278,"" he said, almost ashamed to hear the shakiness in his voice that the tension caused.
+Shaking his head, the guard pointed to his ears, then pointed to Adam's left. There on the wall was a list of apartments, numbers lighted beside them, and a bell for security. After giving the guard a brief thumbs up, Adam went to push the button.
+He hesitated, taking a deep breath of the clean night air. For just a moment his shoulders drooped again as he looked up at the building. He didn't want to be here. Chances were he didn't _have_ to be here. Quickly, before he lost his nerve completely, Adam hit the buzzer. A ringing phone was heard, and then loud music as someone picked up.
+""Chox Incorp...I mean, Theresa Chandler's residence.""
+""Amy?"" Adam said, a bit startled. ""Is that you?""
+""Yeah, who's this?""
+""It's me, Adam. I'm out front. Can you buzz me in, or else send a lightening bolt from heaven to strike me down where I stand? Either way, I'll be happy.""
+Amy laughed politely, and Adam wondered if he'd made her uncomfortable. Damn, he was in a foul mood.
+""Yeah,"" she said. ""Just a second. Chandler put me to work as soon as I got here, and this isn't quite the same as the switchboard at work.""
+""Couldn't let anyone have a good time, now, could she?"" Adam asked dryly. ""Thanks,"" he added, as Amy figured out the button and a buzzer on the door started to wail. Pushing the door open, Adam began his trek up the stairs, towards the music that seemed to be penetrating the walls. He wondered what the other tenants thought about it.
+Too soon he was knocking on the door. No answer. He knocked again and received the same luck. He tried the knob, letting himself in.
+Loud music seemed to hit him like a wave. Adam had to stop and let his body get used to the pulsing bass as it shook his body. Laughter could vaguely be heard underneath the noise, and, squinting, Adam made his way into the crowd.
+It was the usual bunch of dumb-shits that Adam hated, couples laughing together and hanging off one another, singles batting their eyelashes at each other, and the low life sharks making their way through the rest. Chandler's friends mixed with her employees, but the boss was nowhere to be seen.
+Next to the door one of the low-lifes stood staring at the legs of a girl from shipping.
+""Where's the bar?"" Adam practically shouted in his direction. The man took his attention off the legs long enough to jerk his thumb in the direction of the kitchen. ""Thanks,"" Adam shouted again, walking towards the brightly lit room.
+The kitchen was as crowded as the rest of the place, people as thick as the mosquitoes their mindless chatter seemed to mimic. Adam put his hand over his face and wiped the thin layer of perspiration away from his brow, taking a deep breath and trying to keep his calm. He would kill for a smoke right now.
+A soft bottom rubbed against his crotch and Adam quickly opened his eyes, staring down at his boss as she turned around. Her large backside looked fantastic in the tight black dress she wore, and the front was almost obscene, her cleavage seeming to pour over the fabric.
+""Milligan,"" Theresa said, a wicked smile on her face. ""I knew that was you."" Her eyes wandered down to the semi erect bulge her bottom had caused. ""Would recognize you anywhere,"" she laughed. The loud, tasteless laugh killed the brief arousal Adam had felt, and he wasn't sure which pissed him off more. The fact that she had been able to arouse him, or that she had taken it away.
+""Hi Chandler."" His eyes wandered briefly down to her cleavage, and then back up to glare in her eyes. ""Nice dress.""
+Chandler seemed startled at the coldness in his eyes. No wonder, he thought. He always put on his best fake smile for her.
+""Oh,"" she stumbled. ""Do you like it? I just picked this up last week on vacation."" She looked down and tugged at the hem of the short skirt. Adam was surprised that the woman would even attempt modesty in such a piece. ""Figured I had to wear it before the frost set in.""
+Theresa almost seemed to be apologizing, and Adam liked the attitude on her. It was nice to see her awkward for once. Adam himself hadn't had a vacation since he'd started at Chox. Three more months and he'd qualify for a paid weekend, if he had to stay that long. He worked harder than that bitch ever had in her life, and look at the tan she had to show for it. Maybe soon it'd start to pay off. He'd get his, but Theresa fucking Chandler would probably not get hers.
+""Yeah, Chandler. It's very, eh,"" he sneered. ""Tropical. Kind of goes with the plants out front."" The plants outside had been black in the night, but obviously Theresa didn't get his joke. No matter, he wasn't in the joking mood.
+""Well, I'm glad you came,"" she said, backing away slightly. She bumped into another man, in a nice suit, an Italian by the looks of him.
+"" _Ciao, bella_ ,"" the Italian said, his eyes locked on Theresa's bulging bosom. Adam sneered again and turned away, his eyes finding the bar.
+Putting his hands on the bar, Adam looked at his fellow partygoers. They all seemed happy, content. What was wrong with him, to make him so pessimistic and sour? He should be happier than them, escape might be just around the corner. Yet the fear that it wouldn't work out nagged at him, ripping into his flesh like needles moving in and out so easily of cloth. Shutting his eyes again and for the hundredth time that evening, Adam wished he had a cigarette.
+""Excuse me,"" he said to the man next to him.
+""Why, did you fart?"" the group of assholes laughed hysterically. Adam glared.
+""Do any of you gentlemen have a cigarette?""
+""Sorry, bud. Clean out.""
+""Thanks anyway.""
+Adam looked across the bar for the tender, but couldn't see one anywhere. Cursing his luck, he sought the bathroom, and when he found it heard a strange noise coming from inside...
+* * * * * * * * * * *
+Adam woke to silence. How he had fallen asleep with the music so loud was a mystery, but it seemed that the wave had passed. Drowsily he picked himself up from the couch and walked towards the door. He pushed it open slowly and peered around the frame, searching the nearly empty apartment.
+Sherri's bar was gone, and Chandler was nowhere to be seen. A couple walked through the door, their coats draped around them lazily, their steps indicating that they shouldn't be driving anywhere. Adam blinked a couple of times and scanned the few guests again. Darren was nowhere to be seen.
+This was perfect. The sex had been good, and now he just wanted to go home and go to sleep, but he didn't have any money for a cab. Maybe one of the other guests would drive him. Maybe one with a cigarette.
+The sex had relieved the tension somewhat, but with the thought of the nicotine his craving was back, and he felt like screaming he wanted a smoke so bad.
+""Damnit!"" he said aloud. ""How the fuck am I gonna get home?""
+""You need a ride, Milligan?"" a voice said from behind him, nearly making Adam jump out of his skin.
+""Chandler!"" he exclaimed. ""Don't fucking do that to me, okay?""
+""What?"" she said, smiling almost stupidly and hiccupping. ""Don't be so damned hostile, okay? I was just offering you a ride.""
+""Sorry,"" he apologized. ""I really need a cigarette.""
+Theresa's nose crinkled. ""Nasty habit, smoking,"" she stated, her voice higher than usual, and more winy. ""You should quit.""
+""It's not your fucking decision, okay? You don't run my life.""
+Theresa shot Adam a sincerely confused look, her eyes looking as though they were held open by superglue rather than muscle.
+""Listen,"" she said. ""I'm not trying to get on your case. I don't know what crawled up your ass and died, but I'm offering you a ride. Want it or not?""
+Adam felt angry with himself for snapping at the woman who so easily could make his life a living hell. Better to suck up to the bitch and not have his name brought up during layoff season.
+""I'm sorry,"" he said, trying to act like his 'usual' self. ""I would really appreciate a ride home if you could give me one.""
+""Well,"" she said, her high-and-mighty attitude back in a flash, although she still seemed a bit strange. ""I don't know if you deserve one.""
+""Please,"" he said, struggling not to roll his eyes. Inside he was screaming, resisting an urge to strangle her. She was taunting him, the bitch.
+""Say it nice,"" she smiled wickedly.
+She wants me to beg, he thought to himself grimly. ""Please, Chandler. Will you give me a ride home? I would be very grateful.""
+""Well okay, since you said it nice."" Theresa practically bounced over to the closet, grabbing her purse and jacket. The leather hip length coat wrapped around her tightly, clinging to her curvy figure. She flashed a smile at Adam and motioned towards the door. ""Unless you changed your mind and want to spend the night here..."" she winked.
+""No,"" he said, almost too quickly. Theresa's eyes just flashed merrily and she walked out the door, Adam trailing her like a little puppy and glaring at her jiggling bottom the whole way.
+They went down an elevator into a large garage filled with different cars. Theresa walked purposefully over to an expensive looking red vehicle. Adam didn't know what kind it was, but it looked a helluva lot more expensive than his Yugo.
+""I got it from Europe,"" Theresa said, stroking the slick paint. ""Cost me half a years salary, but I figured I earned it.""
+""Yeah,"" Adam muttered, waiting like a dunce for her to open the doors. He just wanted to get in, get home, and turn in his resignation. Unfortunately he knew that one out of three of those things was never going to happen.
+Theresa opened the door and slid inside, unlocking Adam's door the old- fashioned way, from inside. It seemed to be like a power trip for her, Adam thought, allowing him access to her car this way. Angry but silent, Adam opened his door and slid in next to her, staring out the window and trying to tune her out.
+""Now we're all alone,"" Theresa giggled, and she hiccupped softly again.
+Squinting, Adam glared at the woman. ""You're drunk,"" he stated. ""You're not driving me anywhere.""
+""Oh, come on,"" she whimpered. ""I wanna give you a ride…I'm a nice ride, you know,"" she winked at him.
+""Get out,"" Adam hissed, angry that the woman had gotten his hopes up about somehow getting home tonight. He opened his door and left the car, but Theresa remained in the drivers seat, her arms folded across her large bosom, pouting like a child. Sighing, Adam walked over to her side of the car and pulled her door open. ""Get out,"" he repeated.
+""I don't wanna,"" she said, like the child she resembled at the moment. Adam felt frustrated and amused at the same time. He wished he were in a mood better fit to enjoy his boss's drunkenness.
+""I'll give you to the count of three,"" he said, condescendingly. ""If you don't get out of that car by yourself, I'm going to pull you out.""
+""No,"" Theresa said, turning her face away from him.
+""You asked for it, cunt,"" Adam said, and smiled wryly when Theresa looked up at him in surprise. Reaching in, he grabbed her by the arm, wrapping his fingers around that expensive coat of hers, and dragged her out of the car.
+""Let go of me!"" Theresa shrieked, and she started to thrash about, trying to get out of his iron-like grip.
+""Fine,"" Adam said, letting go of her. She jumped about a foot away and stared up at him. Adam had never realized how much shorter than him she was…her presence usually made her seem taller, or maybe it was the high-heeled shoes that she wore, but as he looked down at her he couldn't help noting how small and feminine she seemed. ""I'm going to stay with you tonight,"" he said boldly down to her.
+A small shudder seemed to wash through the woman, and she looked away from his eyes. Her hair was falling in front of her face, and with a self-conscious movement she brushed it away from her eyes.
+""You can't do that,"" she whispered, but something in the tone of her voice made Adam think that she didn't mean it.
+""It's not up to you,"" he said roughly, and took her arm in his hand again.
+Theresa's reaction was unlike anything Adam had experienced. It was as though she were shying away from him and yet inviting him in further at the same time. Something about the new softness in her demeanor excited him, and he felt a familiar pulse in his loins as he moved closer to the woman.
+Half pulling Theresa behind him, Adam walked purposefully out of the garage and up the stairs leading to Theresa's apartment.
+""You can't do this,"" Theresa hissed, but her tone was unconvincing. ""I'll call security and have you arrested. I don't want you in my apartment. I'm too good for you.""
+The last part stopped Adam in his tracks. He didn't know what sort of game this bitch was playing, but it was making his blood boil.
+""Look, bitch,"" he hissed at her, and nothing about his tone could be mistaken. He was angry, and Theresa cringed when she heard it. ""You are nothing, do you understand? Nothing. You are a low-life slut and you deserve to be thrown to the ground and raped by every employee you've ever fucked with. I intend to make that happen.""
+Theresa gasped and yanked her arm quickly away from Adam. ""Help!"" she screamed, running past him. She was running up the stairs, though, instead of down, and Adam smiled. It was as though she were taunting him further, wriggling that bottom of hers in his direction as she lead him towards his apartment. Her shorter legs were taking her up the stairs much slower than Adam's would, and easily he caught up with her. She screamed again as he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder.
+""Be quiet, slut. No one care's what happens to you."" Adam turned the knob on Theresa's door and walked calmly into the apartment, his anger mostly gone. All he felt was the arousal at having Theresa's curvy bottom so close to his face, and he smacked it once just to reassure himself that it was there.
+The apartment was almost empty; the only signs that a party had gone on were the cups and bottles left about. Some of her houseguests may have been somewhat well-to-do, but when it got down to basics, they were all drunken slobs.
+Theresa wriggled on Adam's shoulder, but Adam wasn't sure she was really trying to get away. He spanked her bottom, his large hand covering most of her plump cheek, and felt a shudder wash through his body as she whimpered practically into his ear.
+""Milligan,"" Theresa said softly. ""If you don't let me down this instant, your job is going to be in serious jeopardy.""
+""Chandler,"" Adam smiled, smacking her luscious bottom one more time. ""I couldn't give less of a fuck about that job. You're what I want right now, and I'm going to make you mine.""
+""No,"" Theresa said, thrashing out again. This time she put a little more effort into it, and Adam allowed her to slip away from his body.
+Instead of following her tempting form as it jiggled away from him, he walked back to the door and flipped the locks. It would take her an extra few seconds to get out of the door if she tried escape.  
+""Come out, come out, wherever you are,"" Adam taunted, a smile on his lips. He prowled through her apartment, checking the downstairs area quickly, looking through the rooms he had become somewhat familiar with earlier. Convinced that she was upstairs, he started towards the steps, climbing slowly one by one until he reached the landing.
+It was obvious which room she was in; all the doors except one were open. Smiling to himself again, Adam reached for the knob, and twisted it open. She hadn't even flipped the lock, if there was one.
+Theresa was under the blankets, wrapped in a fetal position, as if she were a child. Adam couldn't suppress a grin at what she had done. The blankets were like a force field around her, but she wanted him to find her. Of that he was certain. As quietly as possible, Adam walked towards the bed, took the corner of the blanket in his hand, and whipped it back quickly.
+Theresa shrieked and looked up at him, her eyes wide, but not frightened. Something else shone there, and her lips even curled at the corners as he winked down at her.
+""Think you're getting away so easily, bitch?"" he said, reaching down for her.
+Putting her hands up in a protective way, Theresa shook her head.
+""Stop it!"" she said, pushing his hands away as he toyed with her, poking her in one place and then grabbing her in another. He led her hands down her body until her breasts were exposed, and then he grabbed her there. The softness of them almost startled him, and he squeezed them softly in his disbelief. Shrieking again, Theresa laughed a little before she caught herself and pushed his hands away again.
+""You stupid fuck,"" she said, smiling at him. ""Do you know what it will mean for you if you rape me?""
+The word 'rape' seemed to echo in Adam's head. God help him, he wanted to tear her clothes off and fuck her brains out right there on her bed. But he had never taken an unwilling woman before, and while the prospect of having his boss writhing under him turned him on more than anything had in a long time, he didn't want to force her.
+""You'll beg me for it,"" he hissed, pulling her off the mattress. ""You'll beg for it like the slut you are.""
+""Never,"" she said, but again her eyes were twinkling.
+Adam forced his eyes to go cold, and was pleased when Theresa's face showed a bit of fear at what she saw in his eyes.
+""Oh, yes,"" Adam said, and it seemed as though every hair on his body stood up as he looked at the cowering woman. Never had anything seemed so seductive than his boss did in his arms, and he felt it deep inside of him. His blood seemed to flood into his cock, and he felt the inevitable erection pushing against his rough pants. ""Now, strip, or I'll have to rip your clothes off.""
+Theresa's eyes flashed a look of both defiance and arousal. She smirked at him, and Adam saw the boss he was used to in her face; the haughty cock-tease that knew she was too good for him.
+""I will never strip for you,"" she said, and crossed her arms in front of her body.
+Adam felt a throbbing in his dick. He was half pleased at her defiance, and was looking forward to stripping the clothes from her body.
+""You asked for it,"" he smirked, and took a meaningful step towards her, closing the small gap that had been between their two hot bodies. Theresa looked up at him, and Adam once again felt powerful over her small frame. His cock was practically rubbing against her through his pants. A small thrust and it would be touching her. Theresa looked down briefly and then back up at him, again unable to suppress her grin.
+Suddenly she leapt away, over the bed, and was out of his reach. Adam smiled and shouted at her playfully. He was acting playful but he was also dead serious. He wanted her naked and he wanted her now.
+""Come and get me,"" Theresa taunted. Adam cursed his luck that she was sobering up now. At the same time, though, he was happy that he wouldn't have to fuck a drunken Theresa. She would remember this for sure, and he would be able to use it against her later.
+""You just try to stop me,"" he taunted back, and walked slowly around the bed.
+Theresa watched him as he got closer, and then quickly climbed over the bed again. For a brief moment Adam wondered if she was really trying to get away. Slowly, he started towards the opposite side, his erection leading the way.
+Once again Theresa bounded over the bed. She was having fun with him, and in truth he was enjoying it too, but his body told him it was time to get serious again. Instead of walking around the bed, Adam climbed over it after his curvy employer, and as she shrieked again he pounced.
+""You're mine now,"" he grinned, pinning her against her bedroom wall.
+""Please,"" Theresa whispered, turning her face away from him. She was panting, her large chest heaving, her cleavage expanding with every bit of air she took inside her. Adam wanted to touch her breasts again, but there would be plenty of time for that.
+""You'll get what you deserve,"" he said, but his voice was kind. Holding her to the wall with his body, Adam lifted his hands to the straps of the dress that had driven him mad with feelings he couldn't have understood earlier that day. With quick tugs he broke the spaghetti strings, the soft fabric falling down across her bosom.
+Theresa shuddered, her body seeming to soften every moment that Adam held her. Her eyes were closed, long lashes resting on her pale cheeks as she waited for him to continue. Taking a deep breath himself, his dick still pulsing with his need, Adam slid the top of Theresa's dress down over her bosom.
+The sight that Adam had uncovered was like buried treasure to a pirate. The round orbs seemed fuller than he could have imagine, the curves of the tops rounding into tiny peaks of pink. It was Adam's turn to shiver, and he almost lost his concentration as his eyes darted over Theresa's creamy skin.
+""You,"" he said, ""Are absolutely spectacular.
+Theresa said nothing, only stood between Adam's rock hard body and the wall, shuddering softly as Adam continued to slip the clingy dress down her body. He exposed her flat stomach, and then the curve of her waist, and slowly pulled down her panties and hose as he continued the fabric's journey. A small tuft of dark curls was exposed above the crux of her legs, and again Adam had to pause.
+Slowly, deliberately, while the fabric bunched at her thighs kept Theresa rather helpless to stop him, Adam pushed a finger between her legs and lightly grazed the lips of her pussy.
+A warm, thick fluid coated his finger, and he easily slid his hand out from between those long legs of hers. Smiling, he examined the wetness.
+""You're ready for me,"" he smiled. ""See? I can practically taste your arousal.""
+Instead of tasting it himself, he presented the finger to Theresa, resting it on her lips.
+""Do you smell that, bitch?"" he asked. ""That's you. Taste yourself, taste your readiness for me. You want me, you know it. All you have to do is say it and I'll give you the best night of your life.""
+Adam pressed his finger harder against Theresa's full lips. Another shudder washed through her, her exposed flesh trembling in front of Adam's eyes. He felt another wave of excitement rush through his spine and straight into the hard cock pressing against his pants. Giving in almost willingly, Theresa's lips parted ever so slightly. Adam took advantage and pushed his fingers through those luscious lips she sported, past her open teeth and pressed it against her tongue.
+For the first time since Adam had pinned her there, Theresa opened her eyes and looked up at him. Softly, she licked at the finger in his mouth, sucking on it slightly as she watched his eyes glaze over with pleasure. He kept his eyes on hers as she made love to his finger, toying with it in her mouth, stroking it with her soft tongue. His cock felt full enough to burst, and he struggled to keep himself from throwing her onto the bed and taking her right then and there. He wanted more from her than just the sex, he wanted to make her beg. It was a goal that he felt he could achieve with patience, and he was willing to try.
+A soft moan escaped around his fingers, and Theresa seemed to melt against him, all her feigned resistance disappearing. Her eyes were unmistakably pleading with him, but he would have her say the words.
+Slipping his finger out of her warm mouth, he moved his hands back down to her thighs, brushing softly against her smooth skin as they made their way to the fabric trapping her legs. Slowly he pulled the clothes the rest of the way down her body, bending slightly and using his legs to assist him in the last parts of it.
+Naked, Theresa's body seemed to pulse with every one of her heartbeats. She moved like a purely sexual creature now, and it was driving Adam wild. Pushing her harder against the wall, his leg forcing it's way between her legs, Adam's mouth descended on hers, taking her lips roughly and prying them open to taste her.
+Theresa moaned as Adam pushed himself in closer, and she rubbed her body steadily against his rough pant leg. Her wetness was so intense Adam could feel it through his clothes, and the heat radiating off of her seemed to warm him completely. Closing his eyes, he concentrated purely on her mouth, tasting her tongue and prodding her throat as if his own tongue was a sexual organ raping her soft insides. This time it was his turn to moan as he took her, and his cock pulsed hard against her body.
+Gasping for breath, Adam pulled away from Theresa's tempting mouth, looking down at her lips, still parted and waiting for more.
+""Beg me,"" he said. ""I want to hear you beg for it.""
+""Never,"" Theresa said, her breath raspy. Her breasts heaved against his shirt, and Adam took them in his palms again, squeezing the flesh softly, brushing his finger against her eager nipple. Whimpering with pleasure, Theresa smiled at him. ""I won't beg you,"" she said.
+Adam took Theresa in his arms and practically peeled her away from the wall, lifting her like she weighed nothing and tossed her on her large bed. Squealing, Theresa lifted her arms and tried to cover herself before Adam climbed on top of her. He reached her quickly, though, taking her wrists in his hands and holding them above her head. Writhing prettily underneath him, Theresa tossed her head to one side and began to pant again, as she had as she'd rubbed her body against his moments before.
+""I'm not going to give you what you want until you ask for it,"" Adam smirked. ""I can wait all night.""
+Theresa's eyes shot open and she looked into Adam's eyes again, angrily. ""You want to bet?"" she asked. But something about the way her chest was heaving made Adam think that he would come out on top.
+""What shall we bet?"" he asked playfully. Theresa looked at him defiantly, but remained silent. ""If I win, and you beg me for it, then I want you to submit to me sexually for a week.""
+""You won't win,"" she hissed.
+""What do you want if I don't?"" Adam smiled, taking Theresa's nipple in his free hand and pinching it lightly. Theresa gasped and her hips rose off the bed as she took another sharp breath. Adam chuckled.
+""When I win,"" she said, smiling at him. ""I want you to get down on your knees in front of the whole office and kiss my feet.""
+""Done,"" Adam said, letting go of Theresa's nipple. He still held her wrists tight above her head, and she was still twisting underneath him with desire. She wouldn't hold out long, he thought, smiling to himself.
+Adam moved to his side, next to Theresa, his erection pushing against Theresa's soft body. With his free hand he traced circles around her nipples, going outwards in spirals until he was tracing the shapes of the large globes.
+With the tips of his fingers Adam tickled Theresa's body, feeling the small goose bumps rising as he stroked the skin. He traced designs in her skin, feeling the heat become more intense, tickling down her chest and to her soft stomach, which shied away as he stroked there.
+""Oooh,"" Theresa whimpered, turning her head from side to side. She tugged lightly at his hold on her wrists, but he held tight. She didn't want to get away, but he wasn't going to let her even try. Leaning in, he touched his lips against her nipple, and she cried out with pleasure and surprise.
+Smiling to himself Adam parted his lips, taking the hard nub into his mouth, and flicked it with his tongue. He toyed with it as Theresa squirmed next to his body, writhing up against him, her hands clenching into fists and relaxing in his wrists. She moaned again as he released her breast, blowing on it softly to make it even harder with the chill it was feeling. Adam's heart and cock seemed to beat together as he moved his hand further down her body, feeling the heat of her crotch as he made his way there.
+Theresa parted her legs easily when his fingers arrived on her thighs, the long rough digits stroking her skin and toying with the softness of the flesh. She cried out as he brushed against the inner lips of her body, her pussy opening like a flower as he continued to tease. Theresa's eyes remained shut tight, her face clenched, as Adam slowly stroked the slick slit between her legs. His fingers slid easily across the hot, soft flesh, the thick fluids acting like the lubrication they'd been designed for as Adam pushed one and then a second finger into the inferno inside.
+Crying out, Theresa pumped her hips into the air, forcing Adam's fingers further inside her as she moaned.
+""Adam,"" she whimpered, thrusting her hips up and tightening her insides around his hand. ""Oh god, Adam…I…""
+""Just say it, Theresa,"" Adam said, watching her face as it twisted in agony. She needed satisfaction, and he was going to give it to her. But first, she'd have to beg.
+""Nooo…"" she whined, closing her lips and throwing her head to the side again. Her hips continued to push up towards him, though, back down and up again, fucking his fingers. Cruelly, Adam pulled his fingers out of her, a slick, empty sound following as they departed.
+""You gotta ask for it nicely,"" Adam taunted, holding his fingers away from her body. Theresa writhed beside him, her face twisting with the struggle. She wanted it bad, he could tell, and she was going to beg.
+""Please, Adam,"" she whispered between clenched teeth.
+""Please what, slut?"" Adam mocked. ""You want more of this?"" He lowered his fingers and slipped them inside her, wriggling them around in her warm cavity before pulling them out roughly again. ""You want that? Huh? Is that what you want?""
+""Yes, yes, please, Adam, please…I need more…please let me have you.""
+""Let you have what?""
+""Let me have your cock, please…""
+""Where do you want it, slut?"" Adam's smile filled up his whole face, he was enjoying her humiliation.
+""I want your cock, please, Adam. Please give me your cock. I want it NOW!"" She practically grunted the last words, pushing her hips towards him, and Adam decided that it was time to give her what she'd been asking for.
+Rolling away and taking his hands off of her for a moment, Adam fiddled with the zipper on his pants, pulling the flap open and slipping his hard cock out. He was almost startled at how dark it had turned with his arousal, but wasted no time thinking about it as he rolled on top of Theresa, pinning her again with his body. He was clothed, but exposed enough to get what he and she both wanted.
+Theresa eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles at his back, pushing her hips closer to his crotch and his cock. The large head of his dick poked softly against the soft folds of her pussy as she whimpered softly, struggling to get herself around it. Using that last of his willpower, Adam held out for a couple more moments before losing himself to lust and burying the hot cock deep inside her wet body.
+The heat of their bodies combined and Adam let out a long, happy sigh. This was the feeling he'd been yearning for all evening. Tension from not having a cigarette was the furthest thing from his mind as he began to move in and out of Theresa's tight twat, her muscles squeezing around him, seeming to milk him as he moved deeper and deeper, his movements steady.
+""Adam,"" she whispered hoarsely in his ear, gripping his shoulders with her long fingers, squeezing into him as her body began to shudder around him. He felt her climax before he heard her cry out again, and the spasms in her pussy only added to his pleasure.
+""You couldn't even hold out,"" he mocked her, his movements speeding up slightly. Theresa moaned, her body growing limper as her climax passed, her legs still locked around him. Looking down at her soft face, Adam sped up, thrusting into her with violence, pushing his cock as far into her soft pussy as he could, feeling all the sensations rushing through his body to his toes as he fucked her.
+The whole bed shook with each thrust. Adam was really giving it his all. A jolt of pleasure seemed to travel up his spine, all his muscles tightening as it moved upwards. He clenched his teeth as he felt himself begin to orgasm, and cried out as he lost control of it. The sensations seemed to wash through his body uncontrollably, and he saw sparks of color over black as it took him over.
+When it had passed, he opened his eyes and looked down at Theresa. Her eyes were open, her fingers running through his hair. He sighed softly and rested his head on her shoulder, feeling her soft skin under his sweaty brow.
+""Well,"" she said. ""I guess I lost.""
+""I knew you would.""
+""Guess I can't come out on top every time.""
+""Nope,"" Adam said, closing his eyes. They fell asleep wrapped in each others arms, dreaming about the week of sexual submissiveness she'd promised him."
+117,It Happened One Night Ch. 03,WillowPuss,Chain Stories,2002-11-03,2002-11-03,2022-01-08 03:50:00,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/it-happened-one-night-ch-03,"Adam leaves party alone, but has intense night.","['Adam Began', 'Adam Gasped', 'Adam Heard', 'Breathing Control', 'Found Longer', 'Heard Couple', 'Room Adam', 'Shoulder Heard', 'Shoulder Told', 'Wondered Earth']",3.81,"Three hours had passed since the agony of yet another quarterly meeting of Chox, Inc. It had been the eighth one he had attended – each as boring as the one before – and now came the ultimate torture … the ‘compulsory’ post meeting party that his boss always threw. Here she came now, looking like some cheap tart in her low cut dress stretched tight over her huge bust. Smile, Adam, he reminded himself, and pasted a toothy grin on his face.
+“Ohhh Milligan? You are looking forward to mon petite soiree this evening, aren’t you?”
+Adam gritted his teeth. How he loathed the use of last names and the fake French accent that Ms Chandler delighted in using. He swallowed what he really wanted to say and played her game, “Of course, Chandler. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
+She swayed away to ensnare another employee and Adam made his way outside. His car was in the workshop and he had to hang about to beg a lift off a colleague. All he wanted to do was go to a bar and maybe pick up a date for the evening. He really felt like a darn good fuck. He quickly lit a cigarette and tried to calm down.
+Adam felt somebody shaking him. Ohhh god … he has fallen asleep. He blearily looked around – the room was almost empty. It had been the usual waste of time. Women flirted with him but nothing more. God! How he wanted to screw that redhead from accounts. She was just gagging for it – but the new smarmy senior from sales got there first. He had heard them going at it when he went to the toilet half way through the evening. When he tried to find his coat in one of the bedrooms he had walked in on another couple. Sheeeesh – everyone but him had seemed to get some action that night. Adam had ended up drinking slightly too much and had dozed off in the chair in one of the darker corners. He staggered to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water in an attempt to wake up sufficiently to take his leave.
+He made his way slowly back to the main room and looked round for his ride. Blast! He had gone, and Adam didn’t know anyone else enough to beg a lift. He would just have to try and find a taxi. That was not going to be easy on a cold, wet November Friday night. He started trudging down the road, cursing his luck. He wasn’t a bad catch – so why couldn’t he get a woman in his life. All his girlfriends had been more than happy with his performance – but none seemed to stick around long enough. They all complained that he was ‘too nice’ or ‘too gentle’. He couldn’t help it if he had be raised to respect women, could he?
+Adam turned the corner onto the main road. The wind whistled down the straight road and he huddled further into his trench coat. It might look the part for a ‘young and rising executive’ but it didn’t keep a body very warm. He was concentrating on avoiding the puddles on the pavement and so didn’t notice the huge lorry speeding through the standing water in the kerbside. Suddenly, a sheet of water washed over him and he stood there cussing his luck. That was all he needed. He glanced at his watch. It was almost 2 am and the chances of finding a taxi were remote.
+He walked on, sunk in gloomy thoughts. The traffic was thinning now and he ought to be able to spot the lights of any approaching taxi easily. As he glanced around to check for cars before he crossed the road, he noticed a woman on the other side of the street. He almost laughed aloud. Didn’t she realise that Halloween had been a couple of days ago? Look at how she was dressed! High heeled black leather boots, a long swirling black cape, and what was that she carried in her hand? A riding crop? He was so engrossed in watching this vision striding along that he almost missed seeing the approaching lights of a taxi. Quickly he raised his arm and sighed with relief when it slowed to a stop in the middle of the road.
+Adam dashed through a large puddle and threw himself inside. He pulled the door closed and then looked in amazement at the caped woman who was sitting calmly beside him. “Lady – you seem to have got into my cab – do you mind?”
+“Not in the slightest, boy”
+Her reply took him by surprise and he was speechless as she leant forward and gave the driver an address. He sat there, his mouth opening and closing, making him appear like a fish out of water. He was further amazed as the woman moved the crop (it was a riding crop) under his chin and forced his mouth closed with a snap. He turned his head to stare at her and give her a piece of his mind, but the words died in his throat. The woman was not overly beautiful, but she certainly had a presence about her that made her worth a second look. She met his gaze steadily and then raised one eyebrow as if questioning him. Adam couldn’t help himself and felt his eyes lowering of their own accord.
+“That is much better, boy” he heard her say. Her voice was soft, but it bore through his head as if she had yelled at him. He found himself stammering an apology for getting into her taxi and wondered where that thought had come from. He then realised that there was a puddle forming on the floor of the car and stammered an apology for that too. What on earth was happening to him? He was beginning to sound like a complete idiot. He had just better shut up and hope that wherever the taxi was going, it wasn’t too far from where he wanted to be.
+Adam was jolted out of his reverie by a strong hand grasping his leg. He looked up quickly and then gasped as the hand moved up his leg and squeezed his balls. Shoot – that bought tears to his eyes.
+“Hey lady, what the fuck do you think you are playing at?” he demanded angrily.
+A smile played about her lips as she stated quietly, “That’s Milady, or Ma’am to you, boy. I am just seeing if you are ripe enough to bother with? I think you might be amusing!”
+Adam found he was doing the fish impression again and clamped his mouth closed. He found his head being pulled towards the woman’s face and heard her breath into his ear, “How would you like to experience the most intense night of your life?”
+Adam didn’t have time to answer before the taxi had pulled up before a large imposing house and the woman had opened the door and stood on the pavement.
+“Get out, boy, and pay the man.”
+She turned on her heel and without really thinking about what he was doing, Adam found himself outside the taxi thrusting a fist full of notes at the driver. He squelched after the fast disappearing cape and found himself stumbling up a dark driveway. He shivered as if he was walking into a deep freeze and then laughed at himself. He was a grown man – he could well take care of himself. It seemed like forever before he found himself standing under a large porch. The woman was standing in the doorway waiting for him.
+“Kindly remove your shoes and socks before coming any further. Some of my rugs are very valuable and I do not want them ruined by muddy, wet shoes.”
+Adam was about to protest but found himself doing as she bid. It was almost as if he had no choice in the matter. He found himself standing there in bare feet feeling more than a little foolish. She beckoned him forward with a beautifully manicured finger, her nails the colour of fresh blood. He stepped forward and found himself in an imposing room. The walls were lined with floor to ceiling bookcases, the furniture would not have looked out of place in a museum, and the fireplace was enormous. Adam began to feel very small and childlike.
+She disappeared from sight and then reappeared. Adam gasped. She still wore her boots, but now he could see they reached to above her knees. Her hair was so black that it looked almost like polished ebony. Black boots, black hair – and the most wonderful scarlet silk corset in between. Wow! Adam stood there with his mouth open until, once again, the crop appeared under his chin and pushed it shut. Ohhh he wanted this woman, this Milady, or whatever she chose to call herself. He could feel his cock give a lurch and glanced down to make sure it wasn’t that obvious.
+As he raised his eyes again, he saw a slight smile play about her lips and felt himself flush red. What the heck was happening to him? He hadn’t blushed since he was a kid in high school. What was it about this woman that made him behave like some naughty schoolboy caught doing something he shouldn’t? Adam gave a start as he realised that she had spoken to him and he stuttered an apology and had to ask her to repeat what she had said.
+“I suggested that you get out of those wet clothes – you will catch a chill if you stay in them. Put them on that chest there. I will be back in a little while.”
+Without waiting for any comment from him, she swung on her heel and walked from the room. Adam stood there and wondered what on earth he was going to do. Half of him wanted to tear his clothes off, but the logical half was telling him to replace his shoes on his feet and get out of there.
+Emotion won and Adam began to strip. He usually just left his things in a heap but something made him fold each item neatly. Soon he was standing naked next to a pile of clothes. He wondered what to do next. He felt so awkward just standing there. Normally, he would be prowling the room, looking for clues as to the owner of the house, but he didn’t feel as if he should move from the spot. The seconds turned to minutes and Adam began to fidget. He began to feel the urge to visit the bathroom and wished he hadn’t had quite so much to drink earlier. Then he had a moment of wild panic that it might affect his performance. He was lost in such thoughts when her voice made him jump. How did she move with such utter silence?
+He looked up and saw her sitting in a high-backed chair at the side of the fire. Surely she couldn’t have walked right past him without making a sound? She was cocking her index finger at him to come to her, and Adam began to walk forward. He ground to a halt at the look she threw his way. It was as if she had frozen him to the spot with just a look. She gestured again, but, before he took his first step, pointed to the floor. What did she mean? Did she want him to crawl to her? He couldn’t do that, could he? He saw her lean forward and watched as her milky breasts flowed and peeked over the top of the tight corset. Without thinking, he dropped to his knees and began to crawl on all fours.
+When he was almost at the chair, he paused and looked in her direction. Again she had the ghost of a smile playing about her lips. He had not yet seen a full smile light up her face, and he determined that he would do all he could to see that. Adam paused, unsure of what to do.
+“I want to make sure you are of sound body. I have no wish to hurt you in anyway.”
+Her words sent a thrill down his spine and he wondered what on earth she meant. Her hurt him? He was bigger than she was. Once again he reminded himself that he was a grown man, and well able to take care of himself. It was normally the man’s job to reassure the woman. This was almost a total role reversal, and Adam suddenly realised he quite like the idea.
+“Please knee up for me, straighten your back. Hold your head up. Eyes forward … come on, look at me.”
+Adam found himself kneeling as straight as he could and tried to look her in the eye, but found that after just a few seconds of her penetrating gaze, he wanted to lower his eyes. He tried to think what colour her eyes were and found that he couldn’t say. He tried to look again, but found that she was no longer sitting in front of him. Once again she had moved without making a sound. He was about to look round when he felt her hands on his head. They were exploring his scalp. Now they were moving down his body. His neck, his shoulders, over his upper back, now round and over his chest – it was as if she could feel inside him. Her hands paused for a while to play with his nipples and he felt the first stirring of desire.
+Milady continued with her examination. Down to his waist and over his stomach. He tried to suck his muscles in, and wished again that he had not given up so easily on the jogging that lasted all of a week last New Year. As her hands began to explore his arse he felt his cock give a lurch. By the time Milady reached round to explore that area, he was already semi erect. Her first touch sent a shudder through his body and brought a chuckle from her throat.
+“My goodness. You are an eager beaver, aren’t you, boy? If you want the intense experience I promised you then you will play by my rules. Do you want to continue? If you say no, I will stop, allow you to dress and have my man drive you home. What is it to be?”
+Adam was at once intrigued, but also a little alarmed. What did she mean, ‘her rules’? Well, he thought, there is only one way to find out. He would take her up on the offer. It was certainly better than going home to a cold apartment alone. He gave the briefest of nods and then gasped as his hair was taken in her fist and held tight.
+“Have you lost the power of speech? Is that a firm yes? Or a maybe yes until the going gets tough, yes?”
+Adam cleared his throat. He felt himself blushing again and hated himself for it.
+“Yes” he almost shouted. “It is a firm yes.” At least, I think it is, he added to himself.
+Milady released his hair and gave him a pat on the head, like a reward for the family dog. Adam was partway annoyed at this condescending treatment and partway relieved that he had pleased her. He raised his eyes and found that she was again standing in front of him. His face was level with her pelvic area and he caught a hint of her muskiness. He felt his cock give another lurch. A fingernail trailed down his face, bringing him back to the moment. As he raised his head to look at her face he felt something slip round his (next?) and heard the snap of it being fixed into place. He had a collar round his neck. He opened his mouth to protest and found something being inserted in there. That too was fastened round his head. He had been gagged!
+“Now that’s better! I cannot abide men who make too much noise, and I get the impression that you are a moaner. We shall see. I have been known to be wrong on occasion, and I may remove the gag if you are good.”
+A leash was snapped into place and Adam felt his neck being tugged upwards slightly. He knelt as tall as he could, but the upward pressure continued so he stood. The leash was released and bounced slightly against his torso. The cold metal made (his?) shiver slightly, but not so much as when his cock was grasped and fed through something. Adam tried to glance down but found the collar restricted movement of his head and that he could only move his chin about an inch – not enough to see what was happening to his prized possession. He (bought?) his hands up to feel what was going on and received a sharp slap for his efforts.
+This was almost too much for Adam and he put his hands behind him to try and take the blasted collar off. As he reached back, his wrists were caught and he heard a couple more snaps as cuffs were applied. He had been bound! His arms were behind his back and he couldn’t move.
+“I can see you need to be taught a lesson. Come here!”
+Milady’s voice was commanding and had a quality to it that didn’t broker disobedience. Adam wasn’t sure he like this turn of events and liked it even less when he was lead like an animal over to the chair. Milady sat down on the edge of the chair and applied pressure to the leash until Adam felt himself being drawn down over her lap. He lost his balance, and it was only her hand that stopped him from falling. She arranged his body to her satisfaction and then brought her hand down on his upturned arse. Adam stiffened. If he hadn’t been gagged he would have let out a bellow. Not so much in pain, because, if truth be told, the smack didn’t hurt that much, but a bellow of indignation. He had not been spanked since he was a little kid.
+The next blow landed just below the first. This one was firmer and Adam grunted in surprise. Heavens this woman was strong. Soon the blows were landing with regularity. He settled down to get comfortable but found that she rearranged him so that he was again slightly off balance. He wasn’t sure how she did it, but he now found himself having to stand on the balls of his feet to keep them in contact with the ground. The blows kept coming and Adam could feel the heat from his arse begin to really burn. This was now verging on the painful. Still they came. Some harder than others, and although there was a rhythm about them, the placement was different.
+Adam began to tense before the expected blows. He had read somewhere that if you clenched your cheeks the smacks hurt less. Ohhh sweet Jesus. What was she doing now? He nails were raking his flaming arse, going in circles, getting close to his tight bud. He could hardly believe the feeling that was coursing through his body. Normally he hated his arse being touched but he found he wanted to push against her hand. Smack. His wriggling earned him another blow and this one had him gasping around the gag. The caressing began again and this time he lay as still as he could. Suddenly he felt a fingertip at his hole, working its way inside. She had a finger in his arse.
+Adam was disgusted … no! He was amazed. He had never felt a sensation like it. It was incredible and he needed more, he didn’t want this to stop. He could feel his cock begin to grow and throb. Oh shoot … he needed to come but something was stopping him. He felt her free hand move round to cradle his balls. They felt strange, as if they were being tugged. The ache in his cock was almost unbearable. The finger was still working its magic on his arse and now he felt something new. Something cold and hard and … he was being invaded by something that was stretching him. Tears came to his eyes as a butt plug was inserted. His arse wanted to reject it but he found that as he pushed down it seemed to invade further until it slid home and his muscles closed around it. Heavens, he felt full. Milady’s hands were now stroking his back and he felt himself come back down from the clouds and his head began to clear.
+He found himself on all fours again. When did she release his wrists? He hadn’t even realised that she had. He knelt there trying to regain some control over his body, which was shaking like a leaf in a spring breeze. He felt as if he had just had a serious workout. She was doing something at the back of his head and Adam found that the gag was now hanging loose. Should he spit it out? He found he couldn’t. His teeth were clamped down on the thing inside his mouth and it wasn’t until Milady tugged gently on it that he was able to release it.
+Adam gasped for breath and worked his jaw loose. He raised his head as much as he was able and found that she was crouching in front of his face. The way she squatted, he was able to catch the merest glimpse of her pussy. He felt the blood pounding through his body. He wanted that. Correction … he needed that. His cock felt full of blood and wanted release. He realised she was speaking again and tried to pay attention to her words.
+“I said, are you alright? Do you want to continue?”
+“Yes. Oh god, yes!”
+“Yes, what? Have you no manners? Must I teach you how to address me? I have told you my name once, I hate to repeat myself.”
+Adam gulped and frantically searched his memory. What was her name? He couldn’t recall her saying. She had said something about Milady or Ma’am – but he didn’t remember her saying her name? He took a gamble.
+“Yes, Milady. I want to continue. I am alright.”
+He must have got it right as she stood up and rubbed his head. He heard her say that he was to follow her instructions to the playroom. He didn’t understand. She hadn’t given him any instructions. As he knelt there, unsure of what he was to do, a prod on the arse made him move forward. Each time he hesitated a gentle kick encouraged him forward. Soon he was in the middle of the room. He had to take it slowly as every movement he made made it feel as if his balls were being crushed and pulled at the same time. If he paused too long, a toe poked at the plug in his arse and sent a jolt like an electric shock up his spine. By the time he was nearing the far wall he could feel the beads of sweat running down his face.  
+He stopped when he could go no further. A couple of taps with the crop told him which way to turn and he wearily went on his way again. The room hadn’t seemed that big from the doorway, but seemed to have grown to cavernous dimensions now that he had to crawl. His young nephew didn’t seem to have this much trouble in getting about his sister’s place. He came to a wall again and thankfully stopped. Milady leaned over him, resting her booted foot on his back as she did so, and touched a switch on the wall. A door slid open and Adam was encouraged to move forward again. He had only crawled a few feet when a tap on his shoulder told him to stop.
+It was black as pitch in the room and Adam was unable to make any details out. A tug on his hair made him rise on his knees and he gratefully straightened his back. His eyes were adjusting to the gloom and he was just able to make some things out. His mind couldn’t quite take in what his eyes saw. It looked for the entire world like a medieval torture chamber, but surely it couldn’t be. He was unable to take a second look as his vision was abruptly shut off as a blindfold was swiftly put into place. He had a moment of blind panic before a cool hand rested on his shoulder and he heard he voice telling him to relax, that she would stop immediately he asked.
+Milady took his hand and gently helped him to his feet. Adam stood and felt the hands run down his body. They stopped at his cock and seemed to be doing something. Suddenly the dragging weight on his balls increased and he gasped at the sudden downward movement as her hand was withdrawn.
+“You are doing really well for a virgin” he heard her say.
+Adam started to protest that he was turned 30 and certainly no virgin when her laugh cut him short.
+“Ohh, but you are, boy. You are certainly a virgin at this game. I promise you this though, you are in expert hands and will have an experience that will burn itself into your brain forever.”
+Adam felt himself being guided through the room. Finally he was stopped and turned slightly. Her voiced came to him through the darkness.
+“In front of you is a padded bench. Lay yourself down on it so that your feet are just resting on the end.”
+Adam groped forward and found the bench. He lowered himself gently, wincing as his swollen genitals touched the padding. His cock must be pointing upwards as he could feel it on his lower stomach. He had never had an erection like this before, nor had he held one for so long. He ached to be able to release his desire. Adam felt his arms being moved and then heard a couple of snaps. He had been shackled to this bench. He couldn’t move his arms more than an inch. Next he felt the lower portion of the bench fall away and found that his balls were once again hanging in space. He tried to move his legs and found that they too had been fixed in some way. He was now resting on his hips and torso, his lower body sloping downwards. A new sensation began to be felt and Adam found that his legs were being forced apart as the bench was split down the middle and swung open. Now he seemed to be moving upwards. The bench finally stopped when Adams feet touched the ground. This meant that he was effectively bent at the hips with his body supported on the bench.
+Once his balls had stopped swinging, he felt remarkably comfortable. Cool hands ran up and down his back and he began to relax even more. This was nice. If only he could get rid of the ache in his groin, it would be wonderful. All too soon the hands stopped their sensual journey and moved again to his arse. Adam heard the hum of en electric motor and wondered what was about to happen. He soon found out as the plug in his arse began to vibrate. Soon Adam began to moan and tried to move, but he was in such a position that any movement made the vibrations worse.
+His moans became louder as his erection grew and the binding around his penis began to bite into it. He felt as if he would burst. He was going to shoot sperm very soon and his eyes bulged under the blindfold. Just as he thought he would get some relief the vibrations stopped and the tension in him receded. He could have sobbed; it was evil to bring a guy that close and then … nothing.
+No sooner than his breathing was under control than the vibrations started again. This time they were not as intense and Adam found that they didn’t have quite the same effect. He was just beginning to think that he could easily fall asleep when all the air was driven from his lungs by a tremendous thud on his back. He felt a heat surge through his body. Soon the thuds were raining down. Some barely touched his skin and seemed to sting, other times it was as if a padded weight had landed. Adam didn’t know which he craved the most. He had always avoided pain in the past, but this pain did funny things to him. Once again he could fell his cock engorge with blood and thought he would go mad if he wasn’t allowed to ejaculate soon. When the lashes began to land on his arse he found himself blubbling like a baby.
+He must have said something as Milady stopped and touched his face. She removed the mask and brought her head on a level with his.
+“Did you want me to stop?”
+“Yes. NO! I don’t, I want …”
+Adam trailed off. He didn’t seem to be able to articulate his words.
+“What do you want? Tell me. You might just get it.”
+Adam tried again.
+“Please. I want … please … I need … I … “
+He trailed off again and was rewarded with a gentle pat on his shoulder. He heard her say not to worry as she had an idea exactly what it was he wanted, what he in fact, needed. He felt firm hands playing with his arse again and let out a yelp and then a moan as the plug that had been filling him was removed. Adam found that rather than being pleased he felt lost. He wanted it back. He heard himself begging to have it put back. All he was rewarded with was a small pat on his still flaming skin. Adam found himself softly crying in frustration until a searing pain made him yell. The pain soon went to be replaced by a fierce line of heat that seemed to go straight to his cock. He didn’t think he could possibly get any bigger and began to gasp as if he were running upstairs.
+Another line of pain, again replaced by the fierce heat. This happened again and again until Adam found that he no longer felt the pain, but really needed the heat that followed. Tears were streaming down his face but Adam didn’t want this to ever stop. The ache between his legs grew with each stripe added to his buttocks until he let out one long juddering gasp. He had reached his limit and was just trying to get the words out of his mouth when he felt the cooling drip of something on his red-hot flesh. Whatever it was, it felt good and made him tingle all over. His rasping sobs subsided and he found a cooling cloth wiping his face. A straw was placed in his mouth and instinct made him draw whatever liquid into his parched mouth. Icy cold water had never tasted so good.
+Soon his breathing was under control and he heard Milady ask if he wanted more. Without even thinking about it Adam heard himself saying yes. This seemed to please Milady who planted the briefest kiss on his brow before disappearing from his sight again. Adam waited and waited. He didn’t know what to expect and so the sudden crack of a rattan cane on his already abused flesh made him emit a piercing scream. God that hurt. Another came and Adam had to beg her to stop. He found himself apologising that he just couldn’t handle that. He heard himself saying how sorry he was over and over again, until a squeeze on his shoulder told him that he had been forgiven.
+By the time Adam had himself firmly under control, He found that the pressure on his swollen balls has gone and that he could move. He flexed his arms and legs. He had been untied. He went to get up but a firm hand stopped him from rising too far. He fell back and moved onto his side as Milady suggested. He was glad he did because suddenly the room started to spin and he felt ill. Milady must have known this would happen as after a few minutes she helped him to a sitting position. Adam found this to be too much for his flesh and sank to his knees at her feet. A firm pressure on his back had him again on all fours and Adam felt her hands once again at his arse. He was thrilled that he might be filled again but this time it was different. It was as if a lot of beads were being pushed in him. He lost count of the number of times he felt his little bud being forced wide and then being allowed to relax. Soon he felt very full.
+A slight tug on the leash had him crawling after her boots. Again he felt the drag on his balls. He was getting used to the feel and found that moving his knees wider apart, the swollen flesh didn’t feel quite so bad. Adam was lead to a chair unlike any he ad seen before. It was as if most of the seat had been removed. To sit in it, Adam had to rest his weight on his thighs and lean back slightly. This had the effect of thrusting his balls and penis forward.
+Milady busied herself binding his wrists to the arms and his ankles to the legs. Adam tested the bindings and found that he was able to move his hips up and down, but not a lot else. The final preparation came when Milady removed the collar from his neck. Adam was able, finally, to see what had caused him to hold his erection for so long. Round his penis were a series of tiny leather straps. There was another round the stem, encompassing his balls too. Round his ball sack was a small leather skirt with weights hanging from it. Adam could see the maroon coloured head of his cock firmly held in place by the last ring. He just stared at it until a buzzing noise made him jump.
+“Open your mouth, please boy.”
+Without hesitation Adam did as he was bid. A bar of rubber was placed between his teeth and then fastened behind his head. Another gag, but Adam found that he was still able to swallow and move his tongue about.
+“You might feel the need to bite down on something, and I would hate for you to bite your tongue, boy” Milady said in a matter of fact voice.
+She went and knelt in front of him and commanded that he looked her in the eyes. He must not lose eye contact. Adam did as he was bid and found himself looking into the most unusual coloured eyes he had ever seen. At first he thought they were grey, then he changed his mind and thought them a soft green, the changed his mind again and decided they were blue. He felt as if he were to continue to gaze into them he would lose his soul forever and tried to drag his eyes away. A sharp prod to his exposed anus bought his gaze quickly back and he wondered what on earth could be coming next. He didn’t have to wait that long before he found out.
+The weight on his balls began to move back and forth, like the pendulum on the old clock in his grandmother’s house. The he felt an intense heat and vibration at the base of his cock. He stole a quick look and found that a bead of precum had appeared at the tip of his cock. He was going to lose control at any moment. The prod came again and he quickly lifted his eyes to meet his tormentor’s gaze once again. He saw her smile as he reared from the seat as an orgasm began to build, only to recede just as quickly as she removed the latest instrument of torture.
+Beads of sweat ran down Adam’s body as this happened time and time again. He began to moan round the bit gag in his mouth. He heard her voice in the background of his mind asking if he wanted to cum yet? Adam wanted nothing more but was in such a place that he couldn’t let her know. His entire body was shaking and ablaze with tension as he was taken to the very edge of orgasm over and over again. Eventually, Milady stopped and allowed Adam to break his gaze. She removed the gag and offered him a further drink. Adam sucked for all he was worth until she withdrew the straw.
+Once again she was before him, gently undoing the straps that had held his cock captive for so long. As the blood was allowed to flow freely once again, Adam let out a strangled moan. The pain was almost too much to bear. His penis was swollen so much that even the tiniest veins were standing proud. The head was almost black it held so much blood. He knew that he had to ejaculate soon or else he would die. Then he felt his hands being released and her voice telling him to stroke himself.
+He moved his right hand to his cock and gingerly took hold of it. It was so hot, and hard and twitched as if it has a mind of its own as he began to move his hand up and down. He began to get some speed up, but was commanded to slow down. He tried but found that he just needed to get over the edge. A sharp tug and a searing pain in his arse bought him back to reality and he slowed his hand. He followed her directions carefully and found that he was enjoying the sensation, as his precum seemed to be flowing freely, soaking his hand to the wrist.
+He wondered what was to follow as he was told not to slacken his pace but to take a deep breath and hold it. He felt his arse stretching again and realised she had pulled one of the beads out. Ohhh heavens. That feeling was beyond belief. He almost lost it totally then. He found himself begging to be allowed to come. Over and over he begged until all he could say was please, Milady, please. She kept him working for a further ten minutes before she said “Now. Fast”
+He pumped his wrist as quickly as he could, concentrating for all he was worth. He could feel his orgasm building as never before. The room seemed to be getting darker as he tried to draw air into his lungs. Without warning a jet of sperm erupted from his cock. It shot straight up and landed on his chest, mingled with the sweat and pooled round his now still wrist. Adam was so spent, both emotionally and physically he found himself sobbing quietly. He sensed that she removed his hand from his cock and heard her tell him to hold tight. He was in for a surprise.
+What now he thought? Surely she couldn’t wring another drop from me? A rush of heat to his balls made him gasp. The dragging feeling had gone. He forced himself to look and saw that his balls were almost twice their normal size … and the pain now was worse than before. He saw her kneel down and wondered what else she could possibly be planning?
+The strong vibrations began again, just behind his ball sack. Oh Christ, he thought … I am growing erect again. This was impossible. Twice in a few minutes? His cock began to twitch and grow, looking ready at the slightest touch to spit more seed out. Milady reached out her free hand and raked her long nails up and down the taut skin. Round and over the head, playing with the tiny slit they went. Adam’s lower body took on a mind of its own and his hips began to thrust as if he were fucking a tight pussy. His breathing shortened and his vision began to fade again until he heard her say “NOW” at the same time as pulling firmly on the beads. As they popped out his cock began to spurt again.
+When he finally opened his eyes again, Adam found that he was lying on a soft bed and sunlight was streaming through the window. He sat up groggily, as if he had a first class headache and took some time in working out where he was. As he looked around, he saw his clothes neatly piled on a nearby chair. He climbed out of bed and wondered if the night had all been some vivid dream. As he began to dress himself, he caught sight of his reflection in a large mirror. His arse was a vivid mass of red lines. He put his hand to them and felt small welts. That was certainly no dream.
+Fully dressed, he made his way from the room and found that he was once again in the large room he had first encountered. Standing to one side was a giant of a man, dressed in a frock coat.
+“Mistress apologises she is not here to bid you farewell, but trusts that you had a pleasant night. You will find your shoes over by the door. I am instructed to drive you home.”
+Adam could quite believe what he was hearing, but allowed himself to be led out of the door and helped into a large car. He gave his address as if in a trance and as the car finally drew up outside his apartment block, Adam was handed a seal envelope. He got out and watched the car speed off. He smelt the envelope and the memories of Milady came flooding back. Adam smiled to himself – she was right about one thing – that was pretty intense."
+118,It Happened One Night Ch. 04,jon.hayworth,Chain Stories,2002-11-19,2002-11-19,2022-01-08 03:50:01,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/it-happened-one-night-ch-04,Adam meets the magician Fay Presto.,"['Adam Eyes', 'Adam Felt', 'Back Adam', 'Fairy Godmother', 'Golden Balls', 'Hard Iron', 'Iron Rod', 'Lips Adam', 'Presto', 'Recesses Mind']",4.12,"_Thanks to Judo for reading this – and making a large number of constructive comments. Especially her work on my somewhat abysmal punctuation. I hope that you find this chapter as entertaining as the preceding three!_
+Fay Presto is a real-life transsexual magician.   * * * * *
+Adam was still dazed when he got out of Milady's limousine clutching the envelope her manservant had handed to him. As silently as a specter, the car glided away leaving Adam standing by the curb wondering if it had all been a dream. Once again, he put the envelope to his nose, inhaled deeply and he knew it had not been a dream.
+He looked around, then he saw the car, near the entrance to his apartment block stood an old black limousine. Had Milady's manservant returned to fetch him, or was she watching him? One of the limousine's back doors opened and a figure got out. In the dawn half-light, when natural light and streetlights cancel one another out, Adam could not see the figure clearly.
+A tall blond in a long black evening gown approached him giving a friendly wave. ""Hello big boy."" Her unusually deep and husky voice made her British accent sound sexy. She held out her open hand, then suddenly as if to grope him, her hand moved towards his groin. ""Or should I say golden balls."" She opened her hand to reveal two gold colored metal spheres.
+She tipped the gold balls into Adam's cupped hand. Adam gave a surprised gasp. When he looked he saw not the balls he expected to see but two cigarettes.
+""Why thank you,"" the woman took the cigarettes from Adam's hand, lit them and handed one back to Adam. She inhaled, when she put her head back Adam's eyes were drawn to her prominent breasts. A series of perfectly formed smoke-ring puffed from her glossed lips to drifted lazily into the gray. ""My name is Fay, Fay Presto! That's my professional name, my own name is Olivia and ... it doesn't concern you."" There was a passing wistful look, brightening she concluded, ""I'm a magician from London, England. I was hired for that party as entertainment.""
+Adam's gaze ran from her coiffure down the sculpted curves of her gold lamée clad body, wondering what else her profession was. Towering over him on her high heels she looked back at him and gave a disarming smile. ""But everyone seemed to be ... Ah entertaining themselves when I arrived."" Adam remembered the pairing off, the debauchery - he had been a part of it. She put the cigarette to her glossy scarlet lips, Adam thought he had never seen a woman put a cigarette to her lips so sensuously, not even those old Hollywood Stars like Marlene Dietrich – he thought he detected a tremor of movement from his limp cock. ""I saw you and thought there is a man I could do things with. Then you disappeared, so I came looking for you."" The magician gave Adam a long, deep, penetrating look. ""Well, golden balls, are you in the mood to entertain me?""
+ _Shit this is fucking weird! The last thing in the world I need right now is another creepy dame._ ""Miss Presto how in the heck did you find me?""
+Her teeth flashed a hint of an enigmatic smile. ""Let's just say I have some psychic abilities, but that's our secret – don't tell the Magic Circle, they disapprove of those ideas. Well are you going to oblige me by taking a ride with me?""
+""Miss Presto, I am afraid I am worn out. All that I am looking forward to is a shower and my bed.""
+""Mister...?""
+""Milligan but call me Adam I hate the formality of surnames.""
+""Mister Milligan, my car is over there and I want to take you for a drive, you have some unfinished business at that party.""
+""Did Chandler send you?""
+""Chandler? Oh you mean your employer. You don't call her mzzz or Miss? How quaint, makes her sound very masculine. I positively insist upon being called Miss Presto. Now are you going to return with me? I am sure that you will find it very rewarding.""
+""Miss Presto, I'd be obliged for the ride.""
+""Come with me, Mister Milligan.
+She took him by the hand and led him to the large fifties-style British limousine. A chauffer in a gray uniform got out of the right front door. He touched his cap in a salute as they approached, then opened the back door for Fay and Adam to get in.
+""Reggie, this is Mister Milligan and we are taking him back to where he disappeared from,""
+Reggie's face remained impassive as if this was a regular occurrence, ""Very well, Miss Presto.""
+""Now let's have some privacy."" The blonde pressed a button; a motor whirred, a blind rose isolating the passenger compartment from the driver.
+""These shoes are killing me."" She kicked off her high-heeled sandals, then reached forward and opened a walnut cabinet containing a bar. _Can I ever get back into the Yugo?_
+She poured herself a Gin and tonic - without asking Adam what he drank, she poured him one too. ""Relax Adam.""
+He sank into the soft old leather of the sumptuous seat and felt relaxed. Adam felt as if he was in a luxurious cocoon, up front separated from them by a glass screen and the blind Reggie dealt with business of driving. In the back they sat in state, as far as Adam could see nothing was made of plastic. The seats and interior panels were covered with leather; other panels were of highly polished walnut. The car might be old but it was sure a comfortable ride. She laid her hand lightly over his. He looked at the blonde, would she be as good. ""This your car?""
+""Of course I shipped it over with me for this tour, the car is a part of my identity. If you are interested, it is a Daimler with a Mulliner body."" Her hand slid up the inside of his thigh.
+""Miss Presto ... Fay."" He caught her wrist. ""Ma'am I've had three sexual encounters tonight, at least I think the last one was a sexual experience, and although I find you a very attractive woman I regret to say I am physically as the French would say _hors de combat_.""
+She laughed, ""You mean you're knackered!"" she exclaimed. ""When I had a willy I used to get that problem.""
+ _Had a willy!_ ""When you had...""
+""A long time ago, another life. Don't worry Mister Milligan I'm all woman now.""
+""You mean...""
+""Yes I've had an operation. Now shush ... no more questions. I just want you to relax and I will cure your little problem."" She lifted her hand and removed one of her crystal drop earrings. ""Adam I want you to watch the crystal. Let your mind go blank. Relax. Nothing will hurt you. Remember the mind is strong whilst the flesh is weak. Your...""
+Adam's gaze was drawn to the slowly turning crystal that glinted as it caught the light. His eyelids were getting increasingly heavy, yet even through his half-closed eyes he was unable to avoid the lure of the sparkling light. _What am I doing is this a man or a woman?_
+""You are feeling sleepy. Relax. Don't fight the feeling. I am going to count one to ten, when I reach ten you will be in a state of total relaxation unable to move unless I command you to do so. One you are relaxing. Two your toes and fingers are floppy. Three your legs feel amazingly relaxed.""
+Adam became aware that he was detached from his limbs. He tried to move a finger, but discovered he could not summon the energy such an operation seemed to require. _If I let she ... he whatever have their way with me what am I?_
+""Adam concentrate on me, don't fight. Surrender yourself to me.""
+ _How does she know?_
+""Four your arms are resting. Five your brain is moving into a dream dimension. Six your body is at rest.""
+Although her voice seemed like a distant drone, and the luminous crystal far away at the wrong end of a telescope, each word remained distinct and the crystal the only discernable object in his reality. _Oh it doesn't matter!_
+""Seven you are going deeper. Eight and you are going deeper. Nine your brain is shutting down surrendering to my control. Ten mind and body you are under my control I am your reality.""
+When Fay Presto was certain that Adam was under the influence she undid the zipper of his pants. Adam, although he was aware of what was occurring, and some small voice in the recesses of his mind told him to resist. He found that was unable to resist – in fact he lacked the will to resist. His detached legs animated so he was able to comply with her command when she told him to lift his ass so she could slide down his pants.
+The small voice spoke, _this is not right!_ He lifted his feet and raised his thighs as she dragged his pants down his legs. Adam never took his eyes from the crystal until she seemed to effortlessly float from seated next to him, to kneeling on the floor between his knees.
+It didn't matter that the crystal had gone from his sight - lead weights seemed to tug his eyes shut. Yet her voice remained as a constant in his brain, the only sound of which he was aware. Her presence seemed to overwhelm him. Adam resigned control of his fate, knowing that he could not resist Fay Presto in whatever form she chose to adopt.
+His pants became bonds that shackled his ankles. Fay Presto's hands felt soft and gentle as they caressed his thighs. Adam was pleasantly surprised when he felt the blood flowing into his cock. As life flowed into his cock any reservations he had about Fay flowed from his mind. _Wow there's life in the old dog yet!_
+Gently she lifted his cock and rained upon its pulsing underside a series of soft butterfly kisses. His cock swelled as he felt the soft caress of her lips as she kissed and licked the stem of his cock.
+""Your prick is like the snake charmer's cobra, curled up resting and awaiting the call. I am going to count one to five then hum. When I hum your prick will stand hard and strong and will not loose that erection until you loose belief in yourself you will live in a state of permanent arousal.""
+ _Wow I'll be a super-stud._
+""One and you believe your cock can become as hard as iron. Two and you feel the inner strength flowing into your prick. Three your cock overcomes its physical exhaustion. Four your balls become heavy. Five your cock is throbbing in anticipation. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.""
+Adam felt the jolt as his cock sprang into an instant erection. The pounding pulses in his groin thundered like a drum-roll. ""Aaaagh!"" He groaned in the throes ecstatic pain.
+""Adam! You are now the hardest of men."" Fay ran the tip of her tongue over her glossy lips. ""Now let me taste your rejuvenated willy."" As she lowered her head over the crown, the throbbing of his cock shuddered through his entire body. His back arched lifting his ass off the limousine's leather driving his cock into her soft mouth.
+Her hands grasped his hips and pushed him down into the seat. Adam writhed in frustration with a sense of _deja vu_ when she lifted her head. He wanted her to use her mouth on his cock, not for talking.
+""My, you are an eager boy. I said I wanted to taste your willy, not have my throat fucked. Not yet anyway! I think you must be brought under control."" She held out the crystal earring. ""Adam focus on the crystal. The crystal is your whole world your entity. When you hear the holder of the crystal speak you will obey. When an instruction is prefaced with the phrase 'the crystal says', you will obey without question. Do you understand?""
+Adam nodded his head, ""when I hear 'the crystal says' I will obey without question.""
+""Now Adam I want you to concentrate on your willy, oops you call it your cock! I want you to concentrate on your cock. Are you concentrating?""
+""Yes Miss Presto. Fay. I am concentrating.""
+""Feel it getting harder, a lot harder?""
+""I feel it. It's throbbing like hell and feels like it is swelling fit to burst.""
+""Isn't it every man's dream to have a cock like that. A cock that's rock hard all the time, ready for action whenever the opportunity arises?""
+ _That's a dumb question!_ ""It sure is.""
+Adam did not notice the intensity of her eyes, nor that the corners of her mouth twitched mischievously. ""Tell me Adam, what is it that you and every man wishes he had? – Say the words, spell it out to me.""
+Repeating the words by wrote, Adam felt foolish - it was as if he was back at school. Yet despite these feelings he did as she asked. ""Now Adam how would you like to have a cock like that all the time?""
+ _No more brewer's droop, never having to take a rain check. Wow that would be sensational. Why I'll be a regular Don Juan, women will kill each other to get near me._ ""I sure would.""
+""Be very certain Adam because there is no way that I can release you from the next stage of hypnosis.""
+""For my cock to be permanently like that I guess I'd happily sell my soul to the Devil.""
+""How quaint it is that you invoke powers like God and the Devil, when really the forces of willpower – mind over matter all reside within yourself.
+""Now Adam I want you to concentrate on the crystal and I will become your Fairy Godmother and grant your wish. You do want me to be your Fairy Godmother don't you?""
+Adam grinned what game was this woman playing, still compared to Milady's games it seemed a very safe game to play. ""I sure do.""
+""Adam I shall count you into a state of deep Beta Consciousness. Are you ready?""
+""Oh yes Mam I sure am."" Adam enthused.
+""I shall count you up from One-hundred to a Thousand in hundred blocks. Now relax again open the recesses of your mind. Clear the channels. Accept the words you hear as unquestionable truths. Watch the crystal. Once again your eyes feel heavy although they stay open. You stop thinking about anything except the crystal's motion. The crystal is the power source transferring energy to you.
+Adam's eyes traced the crystals figure of eight movements. The crystal filled his vision her insistent voice dominated his hearing – until once again there was no reality except the voice and the crystal. ""One-hundred and you start to loose any sense of failure. Two hundred your mind knows that it can control your body. Three hundred your mind wills your body to pump increased quantities of blood to your cock. Four hundred pulses are hammering inside your cock. Five hundred your body controls the circulation to maintain the erection you have achieved. Six hundred you know that a soft cock is only the result of a lack of willpower and your willpower is supreme. Seven hundred you will never ever again know the ignominy of a soft cock. Your cock will remain rampant and erect twenty-four hours a day no matter how many times you have sex. Eight hundred the crystal says, these instructions will become imprinted deep in your conscious and unconscious mind at all levels ranging from Beta sub consciousness through to the ununderstood depths of Omega consciousness. Nine hundred. I want you to repeat after me. My cock is an iron rod that will never soften or bend, like a soldier it will always remain at attention.""
+In a dreamy voice Adam chanted. ""My cock is an iron rod that will never soften or bend, like a soldier it will always remain at attention.""
+""Say it again""
+Adam no longer had control over his body or his voice. When Fay Presto ordered him to speak Adam obeyed the impulse within him and spoke. He spoke without emotion sounding like a computer-generated voice.
+""One-thousand. The crystal says, the words you have said, will keep running like an endless tape deep within your subconscious mind harnessing the power of will to defeat the weakness of the flesh. Now when I hum you will return to full Alpha state consciousness with no conscious memory of what has occurred. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.""
+Adam felt as if he had been daydreaming – he knew it must have been a good dream because his cock was as hard as iron, pointing from his groin like an arrow.
+""Well big boy I think now is the time to finish off that blow job.""
+Adam felt pure ecstasy when her moist lips slowly slid over his glans to engulf the crown. Her sinuous tongue slivered lightly moistening the pulsing velvet head. The thick veins that were entwined around the rampant shaft thundered like drums, as his pulse beat stronger. His loins were aglow when she bobbed her head taking more of his cock deep into her mouth. This time she did not resist when his hips rose to meet her.
+His hands pressed on the lacquered helmet of her hair forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. She built up a rhythm with him, taking his cock ever deeper into her mouth, so that it felt to him as if the swollen head was deep in her throat – he reflected that he had never been with a woman who could give such good head. He felt his balls tightening, his cock beginning to buck as the sperm pulsed along its length. Then he was cumming. Cumming with a difference, it was as if he had lost control of his bladder, the flow of sperm seemed to be endless. It seemed to him that an eternity had elapsed before the jetting pulses of his ejaculation subsided.
+She lifted her head lasciviously licking the last of his creamy sperm from her lips before saying. ""Well Adam did you find that satisfying?""
+""It was different, at the time it was great, my body didn't feel like my body. I thought that I'd never stop cumming. O.K. at the time I was frightened.""
+""Frightened?""
+""Scared, it was strange as if every fluid in my body was flowing away. I even thought I had pee'd myself. And you took it so deep down your throat. I've never been deep throated like that before. Say your a magician, do you do a little sword swallowing or fire-eating?""
+""No Adam.""
+Adam became aware of his body, his hard cock to be precise. ""Wow!"" He exclaimed tentatively testing the strength of his erection between his thumb and forefinger.
+""See Adam you have got your wish.""
+""Wish! What wish?""
+""You told me that you wished you had a cock that was always ready for action. It looks like your Fairy Godmother has granted your wish.""
+""Well let's not waste this hard-on. I'm ready to go again.""
+""Adam much as I'd like to have sex with you we are back at your boss, Chandler's apartment block. Come on do your pants up.""
+It was then Adam discovered how difficult it is to pull his pants up and zip in a rampant erection. ""How the heck do I get my pants done up.""
+""It would appear with a degree of difficulty."" Fay Presto remarked her eyes twinkling with undisguised merriment at Adam's predicament. ""Try holding yourself in dear.""
+Getting out of the car Adam became aware of the problems a permanent erection might pose. Bending from the waist his spare-tire pressed down on the tip of his cock. Then his cock caught in a fold of his pants and jutted forwards like a partially hidden cannon taking aim, hurriedly with furtive movements he restored it to a vertical position aligned with the zipper in front of it. Walking into the lighted foyer of the building he was acutely aware of his bulging pants. _I'm sure that doorman's gazing at my groin._
+ _Gotta get laid to get rid of this! Oh my god that cannot be true!_ Somewhere from deep in the recesses of his brain a thought struck him. His condition was permanent. He could fuck as often as he wanted. Get as many blowjobs as possible. Sit in the can jacking off and the erection would never go. This final thought of solitary masturbation took his thoughts back to the bartender Sherri.
+Trying to ignore the friction of his pants on his cock he climbed the stairs to the door of apartment 1278 and pressed the button. ""Hi who's that?"" Amy sounded tired and inebriated.
+""Amy it's me Adam buzz me in.""
+ _Maybe Amy will be up for the ride of her life..._"
+119,It Happened One Night Ch. 05,Svenskaflicka,Chain Stories,2002-12-09,2002-12-09,2022-01-08 03:50:03,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/it-happened-one-night-ch-05,Adam finds out a shocking truth about a friend.,"['Adam Hard', 'Adam Stopped', 'Ass Adam', 'Ass Darren', 'Darren Put', 'Fay Presto', 'Fuck Darren', 'Iron Railing', 'Night Adam', 'Yeah Adam']",3.78,"Getting out of Fay Presto's car, Adam became aware of the problems that a permanent erection might pose. Walking into the lighted foyer of the building he was acutely aware of his bulging pants. I'm sure that doorman's gazing at my groin.
+Trying to ignore the friction of his pants on his cock he climbed the stairs to the door of apartment 1278 and pressed the button. ""Hi who's that?"" Amy sounded tired and inebriated.
+""Amy, it's me Adam, buzz me in.""
+""Adam? I thought you left one hour ago?""
+""Yeah, well, I...""
+Adam stopped. One hour ago? That couldn't be right? All those games Milady played with him... the ride over with Fay Presto... it just HAD to have taken more than an hour..? He turned around to ask his mysterious ride to fill in the blanks for him – but she wasn't there anymore. The street was empty. How could she have disappeared like that, without making any sound? A buzzer signal brought him back. Amy was obviously not expecting any answer from him. He took his jacket off and held it in front of his crotch to hide the bulge in it, and walked the now familiar way through the pretentious structure, and climbed the stairs past the fountain, and knocked at1278. No-one answered. He tried the knob, letting himself in. Either the party had been standing still since he left, or... or he hadn't really been away that long. There were still quite a few drunk people there – was he mistaken, or were there actually MORE people there than when he had left..? The whole time-sex-mysterious women- thing was getting too much for Adam. He didn't know what was going on, and he didn't really care about finding out. He just wanted to go home and get some sleep. Well, maybe just another round, to get his erection to calm down...
+""OK, man, "" he muttered to himself. ""Try to get organized here. You wanna go home. There's not a familiar face in sight, no-one you can catch a ride with. OK, then get a cab. Call a cab. Where's the fucking phone?""
+Adam walked around, looking for a phone. A couple staggered by him, the woman giggling, and as she passed him, she accidently brushed against his crotch. The touch send a powerful jolt of electricity through his hard cock. Adam stopped and stared after them. Was he nuts? Go home already? With this package of rock-hard, pure dynamite in his pants? No, he wouldn't go home until he had gotten him just one more piece of...
+""Adam! There you are, man!""
+Adam turned around and stared.
+""Darren?"" he asked, dumbstruck. ""Where the fuck have you been? I've been looking all over for you!""
+Darren smiled, a smug smile that said ""I know a secret, and I'm dying to tell you"". He motioned for Adam to come into the kitchen with him. Well in there, he grabbed the last two bottles of beer out of Chandler's fridge. ""Served her right!"" Adam thought to himself.   They went out onto the balcony, and leaned at the iron railing, overlooking the garden with the huge fountain. It was illuminated at night, Adam noticed.
+""OK, tell me,"" he said. ""You disappeared as soon as we got here, and now, hours later, I find you looking like a cat that just caught itself a big fat mouse!""
+""Pretty close,"" said Darren, smiling.
+His even, white teeth shone brightly against his dark brown skin.
+""What are you talking about?"" said Adam.
+""D'ya know that redhead from accounts? Marnie?"" said Darren.
+Adam stared at him.
+""You DIDN'T!""
+Darren chuckled.
+""But- but I saw her and that new smarmy senior from sales... they went... and then I heard them going at it when I went to the toilet half way through the evening!"" said Adam.
+""Ever heard of a threesome, Milligan?"" said Darren, smiling mischievously.
+Adam banged his fist in the iron railing.
+""Fuck!"" he shouted. ""Fuck! I can't believe you did that!""
+Darren laughed.
+""I've been wanting to screw her for months!"" said Adam. And you just waltz in and get her to do a threesome???""
+He shook his head and grinned back at Darren.
+""What really hurts me is that you didn't bring me along!"" he said.
+The two men laughed and sipped their beer.
+""So what have you been doing?"" said Darren. ""Enjoying the party? Flirting with our dear Chandler?""
+Adam bit his lip. He had never been much of kiss and tell, although he didn't mind listening to others telling their stories... but this whole evening had just been too weird. He needed to confide in someone. He took another zip out of the bottle, and told Darren what had happened to him during the evening. Darren's face expression went from amusement to jealousy, from shock to confusion.
+""All that in one night?"" he said. ""Damned! You guys must have been quick!""
+""I think that Fay Presto did something,"" said Adam. ""I don't get it, all I know is that I left here at 2 am, and then Milady had her fun with me all night, and then that mysterious Presto hypnotized me in the car on the way back here – and I still don't know why she dropped me off here – and now it's not even 2.55 am.""
+Darren seemed to think that this mystery wasn't worth wasting thoughts on. He was a down-to-earth kind of guy.
+""So she made it so that your dick would never go soft again?"" he said. ""Ever?""
+""That's what she said,"" said Adam. ""At first I didn't really believe in all that hypnosis crap, but then she gave me the most amazing blowjob – and I didn't go soft afterwards.""
+""You mean you're still hard?"" said Darren. ""Right now?""
+Adam nodded. Darren looked at him, frowned, and thought for a while.
+""You know, Adam..."" said Darren. ""If you want... we could try to find Marnie and see if she's up for another round..?""
+""Hell, yeah!"" said Adam, feeling his cock pulsate at the mere thought of finally getting one of his dreams come true.
+They went back into Chandler's smoky, noisy apartment. The music had changed into modern ballads, and couples were making out openly on the dance floor, on sofas... they even passed a couple getting very busy on top of the kitchen sink. Adam felt glad that he wouldn't be eating breakfast with Chandler in the morning. Darren led him to an empty bedroom, that was dimly lit up by two tiny lamps on each side of a king-size bed. Adam threw himself on the dark-red velvet bedcover, and stretched out. Darren closed the door and locked it.
+""Hey!"" said Adam. What about Marnie?""
+""I think she's gone home already,"" said Darren, and sat down next to him. ""I couldn't see her anywhere out there. But we could we have a little... man-to- man talk..?""
+Adam sat up, shocked.
+""But you said..? Marnie... I thought you...""
+Darren leaned in closer and smiled at him.
+""I swing both ways, Adam,"" he said.
+Adam couldn't believe what he was hearing. Darren? His buddy? Skirt-chasing, beer-heaving, sport-loving Darren? Bi-sexual?
+""Normally I wouldn't hit on a pal, but I got intrigued by your hypnosis story,"" said Darren, and put his hand on Adam's knee. ""I wanted to see if it was true. I wanted to see if you really can stay hard forever.""
+Adam was too surprised to push Darren's hand away, and Darren quickly let it slide up his thigh, and then put it right over Adam's cock. Instead of feeling repulsed by another man touching his cock, Adam was surprised to find that Darren's touch sent the same sort of electricity through his cock, through his crotch, through his entire body, as that woman had earlier in the evening. Adam closed his eyes and enjoyed himself. Darren unzipped his trousers, and Adam's hard cock sprung out of its prison, as if it was gasping for air.
+""Mmmm,"" said Darren. ""Niiiiice... Big and hard. Let's see if it will stay that way when I'm through with it.""
+He leaned in closer and kissed Adam's lips, first gently, then more aggressive, and moved his hand up and down the shaft of Adam's cock all the time. The touch was perfect; light yet firm, and he moved his hand in a steady pace, which drove Adam closer to an orgasm; he could feel the tension building up inside of him, and he suddenly found himself tongue-wrestling Darren fiercily while he fumbled to open the buttons in Darren's shirt. Darren let go of his cock and helped him to get the shirt off.
+""Don't stop!"" said Adam.
+""Nice and easy,"" said Darren. ""You'll get there, don't worry.""
+Adam kissed him again, kissed him and let his hands roam over Darren's torso. He wasn't even disappointed in not having a pair of boobs to squeeze, instead he was touching Darren's chocolate-coloured skin, tasting it, licking it, sucking on the nipples of a flat, muscular chest, and enjoying Darren's mix of gentleness and aggression, strength and tenderness. Darren pushed him down on the bed, and pulled his pants and boxers off. Adam lazily opened his shirt while Darren got down between his legs, and put his hands on Adam's thighs, pushing them apart. Adam laid there, looking at Darren's black hands against his pale, white skin, and shivered out of lust when Darren wet his thick, full lips and bend over Adam's cock. The first touch of Darren's warm, wet tongue against his hard cock made Adam thrust upwards in an involuntary move. Darren chuckled, and licked up and down the hot, pulsating shaft. Adam closed his eyes and took short, fast breaths as Darren teased the sensitive little string of skin leading from the shaft to the cockhead.
+""Come on!"" he grunted through his teeth. ""Suck on it!""
+Darren smiled, and let Adam's cock slide into his mouth, turning it into a wet, tight hole, almost like a pussy, and sucked his cheeks in, sucked on Adam's cock as his head bobbed up and down, letting the cock almost slide out between his lips before he deepthroated it again. Adam moaned and grabbed onto the bedcover, his whole body tensing up. He had never had such a great blowjob in his entire life! Darren seemed to know exactly what Adam was feeling, he was in total control over Adam's pleasure, stimulating him in all the right places, exactly as hard or as soft as Adam wanted it. Darren put a finger in his mouth and wet it, and gave Adam a naughty look before he slid his finger into Adam's anus in one swift move. Adam cried out of surprise and a slight pain; his ass was still sore from the buttplug that Milady had pushed into it earlier. This was different. This was wet and slippery, and it wiggled, and... he exploded into Darren's mouth, a huge explosion that made him arch from the bed, which only made him feel Darren's finger in his ass that much more, and he whimpered as he tried to keep quiet. He didn't want the whole world to know what he was doing in there – with another man!   Darren swallowed his load and licked his cock clean.
+""I'll be damned!"" he said. ""It's still hard! You were right!""
+""Told ya,"" Adam panted, leaning back against the bed, trying to catch his breath.
+Darren got up and pulled his pants off, and Adam's eyes widened when he saw the massive tool his friend had. It was long and thick and even darker than the rest of Darren's skin, and it was resting upon a pair of black, hairy globes. Darren got on the bed again, and crawled over Adam, one leg on each side of Adam's body. His big, hard dick rested on Adam's stomach. OK, what now? Having another man give him a blowjob was one thing, but Adam wasn't sure if he could return the favour. That didn't seem to be Darren's plan, though, as he grabbed Adam's cock and steered it to his ass. He pushed himself down, impaling himself on Adam's cock.
+""Oh, SHIT!"" Adam yelled.
+He had never been inside anything this tight. Darren began to rock back and forward, stealing a kiss from Adam whenever their faces were close enough. His cock rubbed over Adam's stomach, calling, no, screaming for attention.
+""Aaahh..."" Darren moaned. ""Man, this feels good! You're hard as a rock!""
+Adam couldn't resist the temptation. He grabbed Darren's cock and jerked it off. It looked funny, as if he suddenly had a black cock and was jerking himself off!
+""Oh!"" said Darren. ""Your hands on my cock and your cock up my ass! GOD, this feels good!""
+Adam was just wondering if it would really be that bad having Darren's cock in his mouth when Darren pulled himself off Adam's cock and rolled off of him.
+""What's wrong?"" said Adam.
+""I'm gonna come soon!"" said Darren. ""Turn around! I want to spray it up your pretty little white ass!""
+OK, so, getting fucked in the ass by another man would be too much... Before he had any chance to protest, Darren grabbed his shoulder and turned him around, and quickly got behind him.
+""Hey, Darren, wait a minute!"" said Adam. ""I don't think...""
+""Don't worry, I'll lube you up!"" said Darren.
+He leaned in, and Adam's cock started to twitch uncontrollably when he felt Darren's tongue licking his balls from behind. Then he felt it slide into his ass, actually sticking inside of his ass, and wiggling, teasing, making him arch his ass up for more, more! But Darren's cock had been really big..! But it was as if he didn't care anymore. His cock was pounding, he was standing on all four now, jerking himself off fast and hard, getting hornier every second by Darren's wet tongue giving him a rim-job, and when Darren took his tongue away and Adam felt something hot and hard replace it, he was almost in tears, pushing back as Darren shoved his big, black cock into the very bottom. Adam hid his face in a pillow to muffle his scream. Darren's cock was definitely much bigger than a buttplug! Darren was too aroused to show the no-longer- virgin any mercy. He fucked Adam's ass hard, as he held onto Adam's hips, pinching and slapping the white ass-cheeks in front of him, turning them rosy red.
+""This is a good ass!"" he whispered. ""This is a tight little white ass! Do you like it, Adam? Do you like feeling another man's cock pound inside your little ass?""
+""Yes!"" Adam hissed. ""Yes, yes!""
+""Tell me you like it!"" said Darren, and slapped his ass again.
+""I love having your cock inside my ass!"" Adam cried. ""Fuck my ass! Fuck me hard!""
+Darren increased his speed, and rammed into Adam with such strength that Adam had a hard time keeping up on all four, or actually all three, as he was still jerking off, his hand flying up and down the shaft rapidly. He was getting closer... closer... Throwing caution to the wind, he screamed when he came, and sprayed long strings of hot sperm all over the velvet bedcover. This seemed to do it for Darren too, for he groaned like an animal and Adam felt a gush of hot fluid fill his ass.   Darren pulled out, and they lay down on the soaked bed, next to each other, gasping for breath.
+""I don't believe it!"" said Darren. ""It's STILL hard!""
+""Wanna go again before we go?"" said Adam, grinning.
+""I'm all worn out,"" said Darren, shaking his head.
+""Can you give me a ride home?"" Adam asked.
+""Sure, no problem,"" said Darren.
+He got up and got dressed, and tossed Adam's clothes on the bed.
+""I just need to go the bathroom,"" he said. ""Just wait for me at the car, OK?""
+""OK,"" said Adam, pulling his trousers on. ""Oh, and could we stop at that Stop- N-Go on the way? I could really go for a smoke right about now."""
+120,It Happened One Night Ch. 06,Tatewaki,Chain Stories,2002-12-21,2002-12-21,2022-01-08 03:50:03,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/it-happened-one-night-ch-06,Our hero Adam gets taken for a ride.,"['Car Phone', 'Fat Tits', 'Give Credit', 'Inside Car', 'Mature Body', 'Still Understand', 'Torrie', 'Torrie Looked', 'Trembling Hand', 'Woman Tonight']",4.53,"Anyone who's lived a few years comes to realize that the cold, harsh world we live in isn't designed for the meek and the mild mannered. Jesus had a soft- spoken disposition. Look what happened to him. When it comes to suffering I'd rather leave it to others, thank you very much. But every once in a great while balance is restored to the cosmos. The loser at the poker table fills an inside straight. The sap in the middle of a messy divorce retains custody of his two children, and a poor suffering bastard like me scores with a woman so out of his class he catches a nosebleed every time he looks up at her.
+This woman's looks screamed ""Upper Crust"" to me. Her statuesque profile made me look dwarfish. The well cared for mane of salt-and-pepper hair that reached past her ass in a perfectly twisted French braid told a silent tale of afternoons spent at the salon. If it didn't, then her sharp, sculpted fingernails and meticulously plucked eyebrows did. Those wire-thin eyebrows conveyed her emotions perfectly. Every quirk spoke volumes, like a courtesan's fan.
+She used her expressive, sapphire blue eyes to give me the once over. Her pomegranate-lipsticked mouth, pleasantly plump and enticingly wide, pulled itself into a crooked smile when she saw me return her glance. Just four hours ago I wouldn't have dared. But successes like the encounter with the eager bartender still buoyed me. I wasn't the same Adam ""Gilligan"" Milligan that had come to this party. I rode the crest of the wave of success. Soon it would peter out. I intended to ride it until it did.
+   I sipped on the piss-warm Budweiser I'd been clutching for the last few hours, playing it so cool I half expected the tepid beer to develop a rime of ice on its surface. I didn't recognize her from the office. A game I'd started consisted of memorizing the names and faces of everyone I came in contact with at Chox, Inc. Hell, I even included the FedEx delivery guys. Two years later I could recall just about everyone. Who wouldn't remember the faces of the arrogant fuckers who looked down upon you like freshly scraped dog muck from the bottom of a shoe?
+Worse still were the ones who didn't remember me at all, regardless of how many times Chandler introduced us at these quarterly snorefests. These so- called social gatherings seemed as dysfunctional as my rusting Yugo.
+I longed to tell Theresa to go fuck herself. As it stood, these crappy parties allowed me to escape my even crappier existence. As much as I hated them, I relished them. I seized upon any chance to despise something other than my own pathetic life.
+Today, however, everything was coming up Adam. I didn't understand why, but I didn't question it. Good fortune always turned bad when examined.
+I peered around my plastic beer cup, scanning the face of the aged beauty who stared back at me with such a predatory gaze. Her aquiline nose looked sharp. Hungry. A nose fit for an Empress. I needed to know who the hell she was. Our Miss Chandler always tried hobnobbing with her betters but rarely succeeded. How had she managed to ensnare an older, refined beauty like this one? This woman exuded class from every pore. Her high cheekbones gave her a haughty demeanor, one I immediately found desirable.
+My eternal curse. Self-delusion. Who was I kidding? Those broad, round hips and fat tits attracted me more than any detail of face. Her pale, slightly pink skin and long legs simply added value to an already astronomically expensive package. That ass. Man, those cushiony cheeks had Milligan written all over them. They were so made for me they should've come pre-emblazoned with my monograms.
+""Do you intend to stare at me all night, young man, or will you eventually come over here and introduce yourself?""
+The Goddess' speech reduced my newfound courage into crystalline bravery, a thin facade that shattered at the first blow. The elegant woman pursed her lips at my slack-jawed expression. The dark mole that graced the upper left side of her mouth reminded me of old photos of Marilyn Monroe. Not that this woman looked anything like the actress, but the two women shared the same aura. Both beauties belonged to another period in time. Others might attempt to copy their simple yet stunning style but could never achieve it. This woman had an attractiveness that I couldn't readily define, but I'd do anything to possess.
+""Torrie.""
+""What?""
+""You wanted to ask me my name,"" she said. ""My name's Victoria, but my friends call me Torrie.""
+""Really?""
+""Really. Then you'd say 'So, I'm a friend, am I?' To which I'd reply 'I certainly hope so.' After that, I'd saunter over to you, snuggle in real close, and place a hand on your chest so I could feel your heartbeat. If it was racing, I'd say with my sultriest smile, 'Why don't you call me Torrie, too?'""
+During her spiel she had performed just as she said she would, snaking her sinuous arms about my shoulders and drawing me close. Her fat breasts ground into my chest just as her wide, generous hips smeared themselves against my stiffening crotch. Refinement, like beauty, only sat on a person's surface. Its veil could be worn or discarded as required.
+""Ah ... Torrie ... What are you doing?"" This party had pretty much ended. I couldn't imagine this wild and foxy lady wanting to spend time with a domesticated mongrel like me. I'd expect her to be rather neutral towards me, not show this kind of interest. Despite my innate pessimism, my usually grey outlook showed a sliver of silver. I doubted it, but I fervently hoped that she'd like me.
+""I want you,"" she said, burying her face in my neck.
+Oh yeah?
+Right on!
+I had wanted this response, but now worry plagued me. I hated dreams. Dreams always failed to materialize. What did she know about me? Why did she want to be with me? Tonight excluded, no woman in their right mind spent any quality time with yours truly.
+Her ankle length, black silk dress clung to her form like a second skin. The bright scarlet roses that adorned it competed for redness with her flushed cheeks. I couldn't tell if it was the flush of embarrassment or intoxication. Being hooched up certainly would explain her interest in me. Sober chicks didn't dig the Milligan-Man.
+I watched the dark, shimmering cloth sparkle like stars in the night sky. I brushed a hand over her hip then glanced at my palm. It remained dry and unstained. The slick black silk shone wetly like a skim of oil on a pond's surface. For a moment I'd imagined her dress painted on. A thin black crocheted belt cinched her petite waist. The belt ends dangled almost to the hem of her dress. The golden buckle that secured it, metal filigree tied into an intricate knot, drew my eyes to her centre. To either side of it gleamed the long, bare lengths of her well toned legs. The dual, near waist-high slits in the dress made sure those pale beauties weren't missed.
+Damn, but this woman looked fine!
+""Well?""
+""Well what?"" I asked.
+""Am I attractive enough to have sex with, or are you still trying to make up your mind about me?"" she said. The cool, totally together charade I maintained shattered like a glass smashed to the pavement. I sputtered. Warm beer suds spewed out from my nose. I coughed as I fought to regain my breath and composure.
+""You want to fuck me?"" I wheezed in-between coughs. ""Why?""
+""Why not, Adam? Don't you think you're deserving? I certainly do."" If she did I certainly wouldn't do anything to dissuade her. Not that I had done anything to attract her in the first place. I still didn't understand her reasons for coming onto me so strongly but I'd be the last person to question it. The beggar didn't ask his benefactor the reasons behind her giving up some spare change. He took it, smiled and enjoyed his good fortune. It should've been that simple. Of course I'd make it harder than that. I felt undeserving of such a fine piece of aged ass like her. What could we talk about. Horse Racing? Haute Couture?
+I was screwed.
+I had to come up with a topic of conversation fast. Torrie gave me the 'What, are you stupid?' look I'd seen so many times before on my dates. I panicked.
+""Home,"" I croaked.
+""Sly boy! You intend to take me home? My, but you're moving quickly!"" Torrie nibbled down the side of my neck, placing a trail of sharp lovebites down my jugular. Even without high heels she'd stand at my height. With them on she could peer over my head if she wished. Torrie ground her crotch against my cock, committing frottage with me as if we were a teen couple hidden behind the speakers at a school dance. ""I'm going to enjoy you, Adam. Let's go to your place."" She took my trembling hand and drew me towards the front door. Her red tipped fingers dug into the back of my quaking hand. Blindly, I tripped after her as she sought to escape with me.
+""Mother!"" Theresa waved from the stairs, rushing down them in her haste to intercept us. Her big, floppy tits bounced in her too tight, much too small dress. She looked frantic to reach us before we left.
+""Adam! Mom! Where are you going?"" Theresa stepped in front of us, blocking our passage. Her fat tits wobbled. Oddly enough, her massive breasts didn't stir me. Torrie's mature body and refined ways certainly did. Her Old-World elegance scotched Chandler's Eurotrash ways.
+Then again, Torrie might be a Chandler as well. Theresa had just called her mom!
+I turned a suspicious eye to Torrie. She blushed under my scrutiny. A little of the colour from her cheeks bled down her neck and stained her bare shoulders crimson.
+""What's up, Chandler? I'm heading home."" I pulled Torrie to me and held her by her slim waist. Torrie stiffened as if I'd just slipped my hand underneath her dress to tweak her clit. Since she gave me the attitude, I humoured her and did just that. The sleek, cool silk felt indistinguishable from her aged skin as I slid my hand through the waist high slit in her dress and into her French cut, lacy panties. Her depilatoried mound felt as smooth as her dress. Not a hair brushed my fingertips as I let my hand burrow between the lips of her second mouth. The little bud stiffened at my touch. I took it between my thumb and forefinger and gave it a small pinch. Torrie squeaked at that. If Chandler saw anything she kept it to herself.
+""Mom's staying here tonight. Someone else can drive you.""
+""She offered to drive me home, and I've accepted,"" I explained. Not that I should've. Torrie certainly was well over the age of consent. ""Goodnight, Chandler. Come along, Torrie."" I released my elder companion and walked out the door, not giving my boss a second glance. My former boss, probably. Fuck. I'd practically just verbally tendered my letter of resignation. Theresa would definitely can my ass Monday morning.
+Imagine my shock when I heard the stately, precise clacking of Torrie's high- heeled, spaghetti strapped sandals behind me.
+""You're following?"" I whispered.
+""Didn't you tell me to come along? I can't drive you if I don't come with you, Adam.""
+""Yeah,"" I said, suddenly sheepish. ""Sorry about that.""
+""Don't apologize! A man should never make excuses for saying what he feels. Didn't you want to leave just then?""
+""Fuck yes,"" I said, a tad too eager to agree with her.
+""Did you really want me to come with you?""
+""Believe it,"" I confirmed. I really did. Not just because it would cost me over $60 in cab fare to make it back home, but because this striking woman actually enjoyed my company. I wanted this moment to last for awhile.
+Okay. I admit it. The 60 bucks was the bigger factor. I simply didn't have it.
+""Well, then. It seems to me that apologizing is quite unnecessary. Wouldn't you agree?"" Her doe-eyes teased me, looking sleepy yet alert. Bedroom eyes, they called them. Eyes that deceptively looked as if they noticed nothing but actually took in everything around them.
+""For example, if I decided to kiss you why should I have to make apologies to anyone?"" She took my head in-between her bejewelled hands and sucked in my tongue, drawing it into her own mouth and drinking deeply from my lips. My cock butted into her belly. ""No regrets,"" she confirmed. ""You're quite happy to be here, I see."" At one time I would've been horribly embarrassed about hoisting a sail in public. Not tonight, though. After the things I've been through, my semaphore-like flag waving signalled my assent to whatever sport she wanted to participate in.
+She led me to her ride, a grey-coloured Jaguar parked in the laneway. Even the Jaguar rampant hood ornament had been changed from its usual sterling silver figurine to a sombre pewter counterpart. Its matte finish better matched the drab colour of the car's paint and interior. The seats, upholstered in soft, mouse coloured leather looked unremarkable. At least she had spared the wood. The gearshift, dash and glove compartment door retained their walnut-sheathed splendour. The shiny wood panelling broke up the blase appearance of the plain yet elegant automobile. She unlocked her door, then slid inside.
+Why take a swan and change it into an ugly duckling? Didn't all caterpillars desire to become butterflies?
+Or maybe Torrie liked to set herself against drab backdrops. Aging movie stars often preferred to work with paunchy leading men, not young Adonises. And definitely not with any hot, tight starlets that would upstage them.
+That thought made anger flash momentarily within me. Perhaps she saw me like her car, a drab accessory worn to complement her fading charms.
+So what if she did. I used her for her ride and her stunning looks. I swallowed my anger, interring it with the tatters of my pride that I'd ingested the very day I started working for Chox and that megabitch Chandler.
+The light grey seats set off her black dress and pale skin to perfection. She grabbed her seat belt and positioned it across her large chest. The band separated her tits as it snaked under her left mammary. As she looked at me, her blood-red nails raked across the woven cloth of the seat belt straps. I stared through the windshield at her, watching her watching me with an amused expression. One of her fingers made its way into her mouth. She suckled upon it, not flirting, just performing an accustomed action without thinking.
+Bullshit. She was taunting me. She had no need to keep fucking her mouth with her index finger, did she?
+Torrie glanced at the driver's seat, patting it while smiling back at me. I pointed at my chest with a trembling hand. She nodded. Her face looked all business but her blue eyes sparkled with laughter.
+I opened up the car door and slid inside. The pedals were too far forward. The driver's side mirror showed a stellar view of the side panelling of the Jag but nothing else. Damn, Torrie was a tall lady! I looked around, trying to find a lever or button to push to adjust the seat.
+I found levers all right. A shitload of switches and knobs, too.
+""Need some help? she asked. Why she asked made no sense since she didn't wait for my reply. She leaned over, using those aristocratically long, ring bedecked fingers to press and tweak the appropriate controls until I assumed the perfect position in the chair. Call it a happy accident, but her left hand pressed down on the seat between my legs. Her slender wrist just barely grazed my cock bulge. Probably my imagination, but I swore that I could feel her freaking pulse right through my slacks. Her hand gently bumped against me as she fiddled with the seat controls.
+""Better?""
+""Much better,"" I said. I enjoyed everything about the situation. A fabulous night, a fine ride and an even finer woman to accompany me. What could make life sweeter?
+Sex.
+The answer came unbidden to my mind, but I instinctively knew it to be true. This was all foreplay, so far. I wanted pussy from this woman.
+Tonight's events had irrevocably changed me. Yesterday I would've counted myself blessed just to score a winsome smile or a peck on the cheek from a woman. Tonight, if I wasn't fucking I considered it time wasted. A couple of modest successes had forever altered my outlook.
+Something bothered me about Torrie. I had never introduced myself, yet she'd called me Adam. How did she know my name? I decided to ask her.
+""Theresa's always talking about you,"" she said. ""I've been keeping an eye on for you for a couple of years now.""
+""You've never introduced yourself to me.""
+""I never wanted to. I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but you used to be kind of laughable.""
+""But no longer?""
+""No,"" she said. ""Something's different about you tonight.""
+I'd say! Tonight I'd come in more snatch than I had in the last year and a half. But never before had I bagged platinum-card wielding, platinum-haired poon. High Society, matronly pussy. I wanted to sample a little bit of her aged beef. The fact that I'd be fucking Theresa's mother was buttered rum and raisin sauce for the sundae.
+I slipped my hand into her dress and felt up her pussy. It throbbed in my hand. ""Nothing's different about me, Victoria. I'm the same man as yesterday.""
+""Torrie,"" she breathed.
+""Victoria."" I stressed each syllable. ""Torrie's a child's name. You're all woman. Do you really want me to think that you're as airheaded as your daughter?""
+""Theresa's an executive in a Fortune 500 company,"" she reminded me.
+""Theresa's a bimbo who fucked herself into a good job, and will keep it as long she keeps on spreading ass for the President. When he gets bored of her, he'll ditch her.""
+Torrie thought about this for a few moments. ""So you know about that, do you?""
+""Are you kidding? Everyone knows about that. She's the joke of the office.""
+""Actually, she's the slut of the office. You're the joke of the office, Milligan. They say that you can't even fuck yourself into a better position."" If my scowl deterred her in any way, she sure didn't show it. ""I can't say that I approve,"" she said, trembling under my touch,"" but I do understand her position.""
+""Which position? Being the company whore?""
+""Being strong enough to get what she wants without making any apologies for it,"" she said. I'd been expecting to feel some heat from her words. But so far, the only source of warmth came from the scalding pot nestled between her thighs that I continued to stir.
+Having a serious conversation with Torrie while driving my hand in and out of her simmering pussy blew my mind. She masked every visible sign of her arousal, but not the olfactory signs. That delicious fragrance couldn't be hidden. It leaked out from her split bush in heated waves.
+I wanted to get much closer to this woman. I wanted to experience her from the inside, to force myself into that baby-bare snatch of hers just so I could say that I've cracked into it. I'd heard for years that older broads knew how to handle young cock. Torrie was no broad, though her hips certainly qualified. Her substantial tits did too. She had the Classic Killer Combo; a fat ass, big tits and a slender waist.
+Something contrary in my nature surfaced. She'd had years to introduce herself but had chosen not to. Why did she choose to slum with me tonight? Certainly not due to my circumstances. Giving me a ride home wasn't her sole reason. She'd sure take me for a ride if I let her, though.
+I decided not to let her. I had long, bitter experience at being fucked around by Chandlers.
+""You want me,"" I said, pulling my hand out from between her trembling thighs, ""but I still don't understand why. I mean, when I really needed someone where were you? Now that my tank's full you're offering to top it up.""
+""I told you before Adam, you're different tonight.""
+""Different how?""
+""I don't know how,"" she said. ""More confident, perhaps.""
+""Less desperate,"" I offered. ""I look like a man who doesn't need your pussy.""
+Torrie's renewed scarlet facial bloom confirmed my guess. Women always wanted that which they couldn't or shouldn't get. They resembled men in that respect. ""I say again, why should I bother fucking you?""  
+""What?""
+""Not what. Why. What can you do for me that another woman couldn't?""
+Torrie looked at me as if I had just pried open her mouth and spit into it. Her lips pursed.
+""Are you really telling me that you're not interested?""
+""I'm telling you that you'd better want me more than I want you. I'd be just as content going home and sleeping for a week.""
+She took the hand I'd just plucked from her pussy. She worked her long tongue over it, polishing my hand with her wet pink chamois. Steam rose off of my wet hand as the hot spit and female spend contacted the car's crisp atmosphere. ""I can do many things for you,"" she whispered.
+""My dog licks my hand, too. Show me something interesting,"" I challenged. I wanted to anger her into dropping her prissy veneer of civility and to show me her true face. I expected her to be an older version of her daughter; haughty, pretentious and phony. Instead, she looked at me with pity. That wouldn't last long. Torrie was as genuine as the paste jewellery Chandler the Younger liked to wear. She had to be.
+""Something definitely has changed within you,"" she whispered. ""You aren't the same Gilligan as last year.""
+""Milligan,"" I corrected.
+""I know,"" she replied. ""But Gilligan fits better. At least it did before.""
+This woman was as slick as her Jaguar. I had to rattle her confidence a bit. I took a guess at one of the controls and was rewarded by the gentle hum of the sunroof motor working. The retracting glass shield let the cool night air enter the vehicle.
+""It's too cold for that, Adam.""
+""You'll warm up soon."" My hand crept over her, gliding over her fleshy upper thighs, her slightly protruding stomach, and her fat, heavy tits. I caressed each one with soft swirls of the fingertips. My touch and the cold had the desired effect upon her. Her nipples stiffened under my touch, becoming as hard as the colour of her sapphire eyes.
+I slid the spaghetti straps of her dress off of her shoulders. Her skin felt soft, yet no longer flawless. Freckles like age spots flecked her skin. Deep, parallel crevices stretched across her. I moved the hand down over the tops of her breasts, amazed at how much softer the skin felt here. I really enjoyed the feel of her mature body. Evidently aged human skin, like worn silk, felt more luxurious than new.
+My hand snapped down, pulling the front of her dress to her waist. My hand struck the valley between her thighs hard. She jumped in surprise. The sudden motion jiggled her freed breasts. The big, pale tits with cherry red nipples and only the smallest hint of areolas reminded me of eyes with too much pupil and not enough iris. The cold and my scrutiny produced gooseflesh across her trembling body.
+Her self-control impressed me. She had jumped a bit, startled by my sudden actions, but she hadn't moved her hands to cover her tits. This one either had steel nerves or had undergone training. Either was good, but the latter explanation made my cock stiffen.
+Training. Like I'd know it to see it. Being an avid viewer of hardcore bondage pornography didn't make me a Master any more than watching golf all day qualified me for the Masters. Still, I felt that I recognized the submissiveness of this woman. Something in her reminded me of a part of me that I hated, but an aspect I could exploit in another.
+""Keep your hands at your waist, Victoria. Sit like your mother taught you a lady should."" The dignified way she repositioned herself made my head spin. A queen sat next to me. One with her stiffening nipples bared, mind you, but no less regal for all of that. Nothing touched her, not my words, not the cold, and not the bizarre situation. She was an element onto herself, totally inert, immutable even when exposed to other highly reactive agents.
+Or so I thought until the feminine, musky scent of her intensified enough to make my nose twitch. A quick dip between her legs confirmed what my nose had already told me. Torrie was torrid for me.
+For me, or for the me I pretended to be this evening? Either way, I liked the results.
+""I'm cold,"" she said.
+""Uncomfortably cold, or bitterly cold?""
+""Uncomfortable, I'd say.""
+""Then deal with it.""
+I started the engine, expecting a loud rumbling from a car this size. I could barely hear the motor. I could certainly feel it, though. As power endued the grey metal beast with vigour some of it dispersed through my body as well. Energy must've been transferred by osmosis from the fine, soft kidskin seat leather to my polyester-slacked self.
+Torrie closed her eyes and snuggled into the car seat. Her deep, even breaths made her tits heave in a most delightful way.
+Loud rapping on my side window pulled my eyes over to the enraged face of my boss. It could shatter glass. I decided to protect Torrie's automotive investment and lowered the heavily tinted window.
+""What the fuck are you two doing?"" she screeched. I never realized how purple a face could get. I decided not to get angry in return. Theresa looked ludicrous and I refused to have her mother see me acting the same way. I responded to Chandler's hostility with civility, Torrie-style.
+""Warming up the car a bit.""
+""Don't fuck around! Mom, get dressed and come here!""
+Torrie made no move to do so. Indeed, she didn't move at all. She sat there with her dress down to her waist and those magnificent breasts bare. She showed no indication of having heard her daughter.
+""I think her silence means 'Fuck you,' I said, flicking the switch that raised the window. The impenetrable pane of dark glass sliced off Theresa's curses. Defeated, she slunk back to her overpriced condo.
+""You did wonderfully,"" Torrie said. ""I'll have to give you credit for that.""
+""How so?""
+""You stood up to my daughter and kept your composure.""
+No big thing. I always stood up to Theresa. I was a rock. Usually as silent as one, too.
+I believed in not antagonizing those who had power over you. I didn't tell Torrie that. I felt quite content basking in her praise. I looked for and eventually found the A/C controls. I turned on the heat. Within seconds, a toasty warm zephyr bathed my reclining beauty in pleasantly scorching air. The heater pumped out warmth much more efficiently than my apartment radiator.
+""Thank you,"" she whispered sweetly. She rolled her shoulders in wide, lazy arcs, sinuously stretching herself out while keeping her hands primly in her lap.
+""Her bossiness burns my ass,"" I fumed.
+""She has to be bossy, Adam. She's your boss.""
+""Then make her bossy, not bitchy.""
+""Call her candlestick. She's always hated that.""
+""Candlestick?"" I didn't follow. I told Torrie that. Her gentle laugh, mocking yet sincere, embarrassed me.
+""A Chandler is a seller of candles, soaps and oils, Adam. Go far enough back in any blue blood's lineage and you'll find a time when it ran red in their veins. People are always ashamed of something in their background. In Theresa's particular case, she had a candlestick's figure.""
+That I flat-out refused to believe. Theresa's tits rivalled her mom's for size and roundness. Torrie must've felt my disbelief for she laughed aloud again. ""Trust me on this, hon. Theresa got her tits from her father, not me.""
+""No way,"" I said. ""She's so stacked!""
+""As natural as the Panama Canal,"" Torrie revealed. She got a boob-job done years ago. The stupid girl had to eat cup ramen for over a year to pay for it, too. From what she tells me, they paid for themselves within two months.""
+""Bullshit!""
+""It's true. Theresa wasn't always perfect."" Only Torrie's playful eyes betrayed her mock seriousness. She had managed to keep her tone convincingly businesslike. I bent down to her closest nipple and sucked it into my mouth. Torrie didn't move, though I felt her relaxed body suddenly tense up. Her restraint indeed was practised. Awesome. I had no more doubts left. I intended to take Torrie home and fuck her silly.
+""You like to give head?""
+""Of course,"" she replied.
+""Do you swallow?""
+""If I must.""
+""But you don't like to,"" I pressed.
+""Do you wish me to?""
+""Yes.""
+""Then I like to swallow,"" she said with a grin. ""Just don't eat any liver for dinner, okay?""
+I shook my head. Torrie certainly redefined Class. I loved her version of it.
+""Do you want me to suck you off now?""
+Hell, yes! But I caught the note of urgency in her voice. I told her she'd have to wait until she got to my place before she tasted my cock. Her petulant moue looked adorable. For a second, she looked six and not fifty-something. Instead I kissed her, letting my stiff tongue give her a preview of what her other two major holes could expect from another hard part of my anatomy. I refused to break the kiss until she forced me back. Her long, curled eyelids fluttered as she struggled for breath. I felt proud to see her once-perfect lipstick all smudged.
+""Let's go,"" she growled.
+The loud, insistent chirping of the car phone destroyed the moment. Torrie and I stared at the offending device that snuggled contentedly in the walnut cradle between us, oblivious to its disastrous effect upon the mood inside the car. Torrie looked at me, clearly unsure as to what to do.
+For a change, I knew what had to be done and felt annoyed enough to do it.
+""Yeah?"" I answered.
+""Come back here, mom."" Theresa suddenly fell silent. I listened to her raspy, irregular breathing while she gathered her breath, her composure, and her wits. ""Adam? Why did you pick up?""
+""Does it matter?""
+""Fuck yes! Put mom on the phone!""
+I spent a very unpleasant five minutes listening to Theresa. I lost my good humour when she threatened to have a couple of bikers break into my apartment one evening and widen my asshole with the business end of a baseball bat. The only way to avoid calamity would be to return Torrie to the condo.
+Right.
+""Who is it?"" Torrie asked. She looked eager to continue with our little play session.
+""Theresa,"" I replied.
+""What does she want?""
+I outlined the situation, couching the vileness of Theresa's threats in civil language. I shouldn't have bothered. Torrie understood everything. ""What do you intend to do?"" she said. The look of disappointment in her eyes angered me. She'd already decided that I'd given in to her bullying daughter. I guess Torrie had no faith in me. But why should she? When it came right down to it I had little faith in myself. Why should a stranger give me more credit than I did?
+I had to sound confident. In control. Yeah, that's how I had to be.
+""Dunno,"" I whispered, replying to Torrie's question.
+""What the fuck do you mean 'Don't know?' Are you stupid?"" I guess I was, seeing how I had totally forgotten that I had a phone to my ear and I had been speaking into it. Theresa let me know exactly what she thought about sick fuckers like me who stalked little old ladies. She saw no difference between me and some twisted bastard who sexually abused terminally ill geriatric patients in their palliative care wards. She let me know exactly what she'd do with a shotgun and a clear shot at my head.
+I lost track of her latest dose of vitriol just then, for Torrie had taken matters into hand. She unbuckled my slacks, pulling out my cock with the ease only long practice gives. My cock hardened in her palms. A bead of precome appeared at the tip of my cock, the shining, pearly drop balancing in the slit of the crown. Torrie licked her lips in anticipation of tasting it.
+I unceremoniously hung up on Theresa by dropping the phone into its cradle. Chox was history. The megabitch couldn't bully me anymore. I could always find work elsewhere. I'd never get another shot at fucking such a prime example of aged womanhood again. I had to grab it before I lost the opportunity.
+I fumbled at Torrie's seat belt, trying desperately to free her from its restrictive clutches. My clumsy fingers refused to cooperate. They scrabbled futilely against the release mechanism. Torrie had to undo it herself.
+""Calm down, hon. I'm not going anywhere,"" she whispered. Of course she wasn't. We sat in her Jag. Where could she go? Furthermore, she seemed to enjoy being with me. My only concern should be with keeping her satisfied.
+Freed of her straps, absolutely nothing kept Torrie away from me. I reached for her, grasping her by the grey, lavender scented braid. I buried my face in a pile of it. Torrie looked at me with a bemused expression.
+""A hair fetish, lover?""
+""Not until today,"" I said. I wrapped two coils of her hair around her neck, turning the braid into a makeshift leash. I used it to pull her over to me. She collapsed upon me, face by my crotch. Her body twisted uncomfortably to accomplish the maneuver. I toyed with the idea of opening the passenger door to give her some room to stretch out, but I quickly discarded it. I wanted the awkwardness and discomfort to be a part of the experience. If she wanted my cock she'd have to work for it.
+I didn't even have time to suggest what to do next. Torrie swallowed me whole, choking me down in one gulp. Her eyes grinned at me as she worked my cock into her tight throat. Her innocent eyes pointedly ignored the wickedness of her mouth as she ate me.
+She coughed up enough moisture to end a drought. Sticky saliva frothed around my balls as she worked her hand up-and-down upon my rigid shaft. I'd never experienced such wet head before. She slurped up her spit but always deposited even more sticky froth upon me. Her powerful lunges easily and repeatedly filled her throat with my meat. She swallowed me right to the balls. I loved the way her chin nuzzled against my nuts. Every time she shook her head, her chin knocked them around.
+Torrie had complete control of me. I leaned back against the inside of the car door. One hand held her hair leash. The other gripped the top of her head and forced her mouth down upon me. Torrie needed no encouragement to swallow. She was more than willing to take me all the way in without any urging on my part. The muscles of her throat kneaded my cock better than any handjob I'd ever received. Like a child riding her bicycle with no hands, Torrie had practiced this trick often enough to pull it off without the need for manual intervention. I didn't know how much longer I could last.
+My eyes lost focus. All I could see were her sparkling blue eyes and her glittering baubles. The diamond cluster pendant around her neck. The diamond and platinum tassel earrings. The twisted, jet studded upper arm bracer; they became the only things I could clearly see. Why did a natural beauty like her need such gaudy accessories? Why wallow in artifice when she shone in her own aged natural splendour? Women like her and her puffed-up daughter used ostentation like a mirrored shield to bedazzle others with their opulence while they hid behind it.
+Fuck that.
+Rich or not, she ate my cock like any whore would've. I resolved not to be blinded by her wealth. My fingers plucked her expensive jewelry like fruit from a Bauble Tree. Every glittering item I saw went into my jacket pocket. Torrie said nothing. Not that she could've with her face jammed full of my cockmeat. I managed to remove my sports jacket despite the crammed accommodations. It fell to the car floor, instantly forgotten.
+Torrie decided to use her hands. She shucked me of my pants. They resisted, like stubborn husks tenaciously clinging onto their corn cob. She liberated them, then tossed my pants away. She pumped my cock with her slender hands while massaging my balls with her mouth. She took each one inside, nibbling daintily on them like hors d'oeuvres. Her sharp little tongue speared between my nuts, running over the line in my balls sac that separated them. The odd jiggling sensation felt strange, but not overly uncomfortable. But when she forced her face forward and slid her tongue further south to probe around my tight brown ring I lost it. The instant that her tongue brushed against my bunghole I almost stuccoed the roof of the Jaguar. Her hand tightening at the base of my cock is all that prevented a sticky mess from being made. Her tongue pressed deeper, forcing its way into me. My asshole parted like soft cork before a twisting tongue of spiraled steel.
+That was it for me. I had to come and I didn't intend to waste any of it. I yanked Torrie's head up by her braid, then jammed my cock down her throat before she could draw a single breath. This time I wouldn't wait passively while she serviced me. I slammed into her face as hard as I could. That didn't pose any difficulties for her. She swallowed cock with the hunger of a crackwhore looking for a fix. She seemed desperate to pleasure me.
+The first blast from my cock fired down her throat. Torrie gulped it down. Ditto for the second and third shots from my dick. She loved oral, like advertised. But I wanted to see the stuff. I now understood the value of pop- shots in porn. Without seeing the baby paste the whole episode fell flat for me. I pulled myself out of her, allowing my cum to soak the side of her face. Sticky white trickles ran down her cheek. She scraped most of it away, slurping it up as she had her own spit.
+""You do like it,"" I said, barely managing to get the words out of my mouth due to my winded state.
+""Remember this moment when I ask you to go down on me later on,"" she said.
+I smeared the remaining cum into the side of her face. She snuggled against my palm. ""God, I can't wait to fuck you,"" I said.
+""You're so dead."" Theresa's poleaxed voice came through clearly on the car phone. ""They won't find your remains when I'm done with you, Milligan. Your balls are mine!""
+""Actually, his balls are mine, dear. Those, and the beautiful cock attached to them. You wouldn't want to make mummy unhappy, would you?"" Torrie gingerly picked up the handset, pressed a button, then returned it to its cradle in the car's console.
+""Hands-free?"" I said.
+""You have to press the End key before hanging up, or else it assumes you want hands-free mode,"" she explained.
+I felt blood rush into my cheeks, probably excess runoff from my cock since my erection had long gone the way of the Dodo. Torrie consolingly kissed the head of my shriveled cock.
+""I had no idea she was still on the line,"" I said.
+""I did,"" Torrie replied. Her lascivious grin made me shudder.
+""Are we leaving or what? I'd like to finish what you started,"" she said. Hell, why not? I pulled out into the street.
+""I've always wanted to drive a fine, luxury automobile. Here's my chance to pretend I'm living the sweet life,"" I said.
+""Why not buy yourself one?""
+I glanced over at her. Those impossibly blue eyes of hers stared back at me. My stomach fluttered. Her patiently waiting look made me feel like a schoolboy caught doing mischief. I guess it took more than a hard-assed facade to change a man. I felt way out of my depth. My insecurity made me churlish.
+""I'm no salesman. I work to eat, not to buy toys.""
+""Pawn my stuff, then. Is that why you pocketed all my jewellery? To make some quick cash?""
+I coloured at that. I thought I'd been so cool, showing my dominance by removing her baubles without permission. Now I felt ridiculous. Torrie laughed at my discomfort. She always knew how to knock me off balance. She wasn't mean, just utterly unpredictable. She patted my head like a teacher would a favoured pupil. I blushed under her touch.
+""Flashy clothes and cars show a salesman's prosperity and skill. It's hard to land the big contracts if a power client sees you chugging up to his door in a Yugo.""
+""You know about that, do you?""
+""I know everything about you, Adam. Only now it seems like I don't know as much as I thought.""
+""How so?""
+""For example, I never imagined that you could hold a serious conversation with a woman with her tits hanging out and your cock dangling free.""
+I couldn't help it. I laughed out loud. I almost lost control of the car because of it.  
+""That's nice,"" she said.
+""What is?""
+""Seeing you smile. Hearing you laugh. You do it so rarely, you know.""
+""Do I? How would you know something like that?""
+""I've been watching you for awhile, Milligan. I've said that to you a couple times tonight, haven't I?""
+""Adam, not Milligan. I hate it when people call me by my last name.""
+""Really?"" Torrie said. She seemed genuinely confused. ""Theresa always does.""
+""Yes, she does. Enough said."" It was Torrie's turn to laugh. Her tits did the Jiggle-Bounce in the most attractive way. I loved how they looked. Large, plump, and hanging low on her rib cage like melons in a grocer's sack. Those tits lived the life I wish I could; a plush, well fed life of leisure. Those big, substantial breasts looked like they'd hold up well to all sorts of interesting play. I wondered if she'd be up to that.
+I plucked at a hard, round nipple, twisting sharply as I pinched down upon it. Her eyes widened but she remained silent. Her ass tried to rise off the seat, though. Only her seatbelt kept her hips from smacking into the ceiling. She looked at me as if I'd just sprouted a cock from my forehead.
+""Surprised?""
+""Pleasantly, yes.""
+Oh yes. She'd do nicely, indeed.
+I pressed my foot down, expecting the car to bolt forward in an awesome display of power. Not so. The car accelerated smoothly, as graceful and unassuming as its stately owner. Not bad for a vehicle now hurtling at over 80 miles an hour. I certainly didn't feel that kind of speed. The jalopy could take everything I threw at it. I wondered if her owner would fare as well.
+Only time would tell."
+121,It Happened One Night Ch. 07,Master_Vassago,Chain Stories,2003-01-22,2003-01-22,2022-01-08 03:50:05,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/it-happened-one-night-ch-07,A different twist to Adam & his boss.,"['Adam', 'Adam Hand', 'Adam Tongue', 'Cock Theresa', 'Drug Induced', 'Led Back', 'Looked Theresa', 'Main Room', 'Pink Tongue', 'Theresa']",3.96,"It had only been three hours since the final meeting of the quarter for Chox, Inc. and Adam Milligan was already dreading the after-hours bash that his boss, Theresa, always insisted on. Adam had worked for the firm for two years and every quarter; they did the same damned thing.
+""Milligan?"" His boss always insisted on using last names.
+Just like the Army, I guess. Adam quickly framed his toothy smile at Theresa's approach. ""Yes, Chandler?""
+""Tres bien. You will be attending mon petite soiree this evening? At my new place, N'est pas?""
+What's with the fake French accent? Adam lowered his raised eyebrows. ""Eh' Oui, of course, wouldn't miss it.""
+Theresa flashed expensive orthodontia and sashayed her sizable behind towards another pathetic middle manager in the corner. Adam dashed for an exit and fished a smoke out of his coat.
+A few hours later Adam sat in the comfort of his car waiting with some anticipation and an unsettled stomach. He had tended to avoid such parties office related or social engagements since his teen years. A bit too plain to ever attract any females attention. But also just plain enough to escape the bullet of the testosterone filled locker room bullies.
+Adam had not had much luck with women and had managed to only get some sexual gratification once during his span of time. That was an awkward three minutes with the girl who lived next door and had pretty much forced him into the act.
+He took a deep breath and opened the car door and walked to the front door, still apprehensive about the evening to come. His approach finally brought him to the door and he could hear music playing and also the voices within. ""Jesus,"" he thought, ""what am I doing here?"" Just as he knocked on the door the pretty hostess opened the door and took his arm ushering him inside.
+""Adam, so nice to see you,"" Theresa said slightly intoxicated already. Her breath reeked of rum and he figured she already had quite a snootful going. Her long slender arms wrapped through his and she led him to the main room where to his utter amazement the so straight laced people he normally worked with were dancing and some were lewdly fondling others. A state of half undress. Adam contained his surprise as he leered at the woman a few feet away on her knees rubbing the bulge of the companies VP.
+""Um, is there a different theme to this party?"" he teased her. ""Well, Adam,"" she replied in a sultry voice, ""since we just closed that new huge deal everyone seems to be feeling frisky, myself included."" With that she leaned in and ran her tongue up and down his neck while slipping her hand under his shirt and rubbing his chest. Adam stood stock still unsure of how to react to his boss' advances, on one hand he could throw her down and ravage her and more than likely no one would notice or he could just wait and see where this progressed too.
+Suddenly Theresa grabbed Adam's hand and led him away from the main room into an anteroom of the large hallway, ""Milligan, I have just the thing to loosen you up my boy,"" she whispered in his ear. Theresa walked to the bookcase sitting against the wall and picked up a book on pharmacology, upon opening it Adam could see that there was a hollowed out spot carved into the books pages containing a small wooden pill box. ""Come here Adam,"" she cooed as she opened the box and pulled out two small pink tablets and handed them to him.
+""What are these Theresa"" he inquired. ""Oh,"" she giggled, ""these are x or ecstasy pills, you take one and I will take the other. I guarantee you a good time tonight."" Adam didn't want to seem like a goody two shoes so he grabbed her glass and popped a pill in his mouth and swallowed the pill down with some rum and coke. Theresa did the same and quickly led him back to mingle among the partiers. She never left his side and was constantly kissing his ears and squeezing his ass, much to his disbelief.
+Finally as he started thinking nothing was going to happen with the pill she had given him the room started to take on a whole new vibe and look. Suddenly the people were looking more like cartoon figures and hot ones at that. Adam decided that this must be what the others had referred to as tripping and as he looked at Theresa he noticed she had taken on a sexy look to him. He saw her surrounded by little orbs of light that blurred when either of them moved and she looked absolutely gorgeous. Gone was the facade of the iron clad ball busting bitch from before.
+He saw her now as a woman, not his boss. Her ample cleavage barely contained in her dress and her mouth lips looked perfect for a few ideas he had gathering in his primal side. Suddenly Theresa grabbed his crotch and started stroking him as they talked to the company heads. Not one of the men seemed disturbed by this and a couple even winked at Adam apparently knowing something he didn't. Theresa said she needed another drink and taking Adam by the hand she led him to the back of the house and into a large room that had a few mattresses spread around it. Adam was past the point of wondering why or how this was happening just knowing that he was loving it.
+Theresa hadn't spoken a word to him since leaving the group and now she spun him around and dropped to her knees before him. Her hands ripped open his pants popping the button and she drew them down his legs along with his underwear. As she did his cock sprung out and she just giggled. He wasn't sure whether she was laughing at his size or just his cock throbbing before her but it didn't matter right now. She grabbed his cock and started jerking it back and forth.
+Through his drug induced haze and the lights that appeared from seemingly nowhere, Adam watched as his boss and object of his lust wrapped her soft pink tongue around the head of his cock as she leaned down and slurped it into her mouth. The tip bounced against the roof of her mouth as she salivated at its taste. Theresa was wanton with her desires and she wasn't going to be denied. This little subordinate was going to feed and fuck her and that is all there was too it.
+""Theresa,"" Adam gasped, as he wrapped his hands in her hair and pushed her head down over his cock. ""Theresa, that feels so good,"" he moaned holding her head in place and probing her mouth with his cock. Deeper and deeper he plunged his fleshy staff past her parted lips, Adam could feel her tongue grazing the bottom of his cock with each inward thrust.
+Theresa couldn't believe that Adam had possessed such unbridled lust in his body, he was normally just a fly on the wall at these parties and at work. But now she would never look at him in quite the same light again. He was using her mouth for his pleasure and she was deriving more tingles of joy from it than she had expected.
+With a quick plop Adam withdrew his cock from Theresa's mouth and he threw her back on the mattress and reached through the slit going up her thigh on her dress and tore away her panties. This was all still mixed through a drug induced euphoria and he would fondly remember partial scenes of tonight for years to come. He lifted her dress up and flipped her over onto her stomach and leaned forward his tongue protruding from his mouth as he closed the gap between his face and her tightly trimmed little pussy.
+""Yes,"" Theresa shrieked as Adam's tongue probed her fleshy folds below. She reached underneath her legs and slipped her fingers over her mound and started to spread the lips wide so Adam's tongue could delve deeper inside. At once she was rewarded by the slippery tongue of her current lover pushing itself deep within and wagging inside her. She knew with the surprise of his oral assault she was about to cum hard.
+Theresa bucked and shook with tiny little orgasms as Adam ate her pussy. She received an even bigger surprise when Adam boldly slipped a finger into her pussy and then withdrew it and rubbed her tight asshole slowly slipping the first of his finger into her ass.
+Their moaning was starting to draw attention as the other patrons of the party slipped in and looked to see who was this quarter's fuckbuddy for the temptress of the office. A few men joked teasingly about how this was probably Adam's first time and other things of that nature. Finally a small group of the secretaries settled down on the next mattress to watch and engage in their own little fun.
+Adam looked over Theresa's back and saw one of the secretaries as she lifted her friends skirt and dove face first into the woman's pussy. This only furthered his desires and he leaned up and over the boss and stuffed his rigid member inside her with one rough thrust.
+Theresa was more than ready by the time Adam plunged into her hungry womb and now she was quivering as he cock pulsed inside her. He still was working a finger in and out of her tiny asshole and she secretly hoped he would use her like a cheap slut for the remainder of the evening.
+Adam hadn't been prepared for this at all and at once he let forth a torrent of cum deep inside her womb. ""Yes, fill me with your cum Adam,"" Theresa screamed as he continued to pound her pussy.
+Adam could see the secretaries break from their tryst and one of them swooped in and upon his withdrawal from Theresa's pussy the girls mouth was covering the boss lady's pussy and he watched her pink tongue slide inside. At once another girl had her lips wrapped around Adam keeping him hard.
+Adam emerged a few hours later sated and content. He would never dread another office party again. His confidence level had jumped from barely being able to be in the same room with a woman now to a higher plateau. He felt like a God and the women would attest to his virile manliness should they ever be asked. Now if Adam could just find a ride home."
+122,It's Just Sex! Ch. 02,velvetpie,Chain Stories,2005-01-19,2005-01-19,2022-01-08 03:50:07,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/its-just-sex-ch-02-1,Virgin seeks the help of the dating service.,"['Dating Service', 'Hands Moved', 'Harris', 'Looked Grandmother', 'Love Grandma', 'Norman', 'Sonia Harris', ""Thought He'D"", 'Thrusting Tongue', 'Woman Looked']",3.74,"_This wasn't a good idea._ Norman tried not to fidget as he studied the advertisement for Wüsthof knives, wishing he had one about now. _I shouldn't have let him talk me into this._ His already sweaty palms exuded more moisture and the cooking magazine nearly slipped out of his grasp. He was glad he was alone. It would have been embarrassing to have other people watching while he had a nervous breakdown in the reception area of the ""It's Just Sex"" dating service. He should have made Adam come with him. After all, it was his best friend that had suggested the visit and it should be his best friend holding his hand while he waited.
+The double-glazed glass window moved aside and a busty young woman smiled at him. ""Norman Glazer?""
+""Y-Yes."" He arose with a stammer, dumping half-a-dozen magazines from his lap, then awkwardly stumbling about, gathering them up and replacing them on the table.
+""Ms. Harris is ready to see you.""
+The fight or flee instinct warred in Norman's body and he fought the urge to race out of the door and forget that this had ever happened. However, he drew his thin body up straight and gave her a weak smile. ""Thanks.""
+Norman grasped the golden doorknob and stepped through into Ms. Harris' spacious office. Sexual prints of each gender and every position hung in dark wood frames and Norman slowly made his way to her desk, ignoring her completely. _Jesus!_ He thought, examining one picture. _I didn't know you could do that ..._
+""Mr. Glazer?""
+Norman trained his eyes on Ms. Harris, an attractive older woman who was immaculately coiffed and dressed in a cleavage-revealing suit dress. She gave him a knowing smile, looking up at the print he'd been closely inspecting, then politely extended her hand. ""I'm Sonia Harris. Won't you sit down?""
+Norman sat down after taking her hand and tried to make himself as comfortable as possible. He noticed that she wiped her hand on her dress and cursed his nervousness. He plucked at an invisible piece of lint on his pants leg while Harris observed him.
+""So what brings you here, Mr. Glazer?""
+He cleared his throat, daring to look up at her. ""I'm a virgin.""
+""At the age of thirty-two?"" She laid the manila folder down with his personal information and smiled broadly at him. ""How very refreshing!""
+""You're the only woman I've ever found who thinks it's _refreshing_."" He spat, his anger overpowering his unease. ""Women I've been with hear that and I'm suddenly accorded leper status.""
+""That's too bad, Mr. Glazer. I think you've been hanging around the wrong women."" She sat back in her chair, absentmindedly chewing on the end of a pencil. ""Well, you know that we're a dating service and that we solve problems.""
+""What about fantasies?""
+""You have a specific fantasy in mind?""
+Norman squirmed, his anxiety returning as he tried to figure out how to put his jack-off dreams into words. ""I'm in love with my grandmother. I want to have sex with her and lose my virginity.""
+""I see."" Ms. Harris sat up. ""Well, I'm sure we can arrange something but not with your real grandmother. You understand?""
+""Yes.""
+""And that's what you want? That would make you happy?""
+""Oh, yes!""
+""Fine. Well, why don't we finish up the formalities and see if we can't find you some satisfaction?""
+* * * * *
+Norman pulled his car over to the curb and sat looking at the house's address, making sure it matched with the address on the slip of paper. This was it. He put the machine into park and killed the engine, nervousness snaking through him like a bad artery. Ever since this morning, he had wanted to back out of this and the feelings were extra strong now that he was here. He'd suffered through the interrogation session with Ms. Harris and had allowed himself to become a pin cushion during the medical testing session. He assumed that he had passed because at nine this morning, a uniformed delivery person had given him an envelope that held this piece of paper, the very same piece that he now sat staring at.
+""Get out of the car, Norman, and stop being a pussy for once in your life."" He angrily growled at himself and got out, heading up the cobblestone walkway. He knocked and nearly fell on his ass when his grandmother, Tamlyn answered the door. ""Grandma?""
+""No, honey. My name is Billie. Come on in."" He couldn't get over the fact that this woman looked like his grandmother but he also couldn't think straight because she was wearing a diaphanous gown that left nothing to the imagination. His cock began to harden as she shut the door and she smiled. ""Looks like that's a pickle in your pocket.""
+Billie grabbed the bulge in his pants and Norman moaned, startled to find her tongue in his mouth. He threw his arms around her, clutching her to his body and frantically thrusting his tongue in her mouth. She pushed him back with a big smile.
+""Whoa, big boy! You're gonna kill me!""
+""Oh, I'm sorry.""
+""Come here."" He took her hand and followed her to the bedroom, stripping on her order and crawling next to her on the bed. When she opened her arms, he dove into them, bumping teeth with her in his eagerness to kiss her. ""Ouch!""
+Norman looked at the blood streaming from her cut lip and tears filled his eyes. ""Fuck! I can't do anything right!""
+""Norman."" Billie rubbed his back, giving him a moment to compose himself before she spoke again. ""Lie down.""
+""Forget it, Billie. I'm a miserable fuck-up.""
+""Would you rather be just plain miserable?"" He nodded negatively and she gently tugged on his arm. ""I didn't think so. Now come on. Lie down.""
+He laid on his back, hastily wiping his eyes as she moved over him, still licking her injury. She began by touching his body, rubbing his chest, arms and stomach in slow, relaxing strokes. The sensual massage did a lot to cure his anxiety but did nothing to soften his arousal. Her hands moved down to his hips and legs and he whimpered as she purposefully ignored his cock.
+""You have to relax, young one."" She whispered. ""Take it nice and slow.""
+Norman understood. He reached up for her, pulling her mouth down and gently kissing her plump lips. Her smile encouraged him and he kissed her again, rubbing his tongue against her wound in apology. She shivered when his hand found her breast and the contact with her nipple was electric. It sent a tremor through her that drilled a wet hole into her pussy. His inexperienced fingers tweaked her nipples until they were rock hard and pulsing with energy and he gave them a brief licking before he moved down to her pussy.
+""Oh, yes."" Her whisper fueled his confidence and he forced his tongue to burrow deeper in her juicy cunt, licking up and down her quivering inner lips and thrusting his tongue into her hole, lapping up her cream. It took her less than a few seconds to cum on the tip of his tongue, shaking so much that he had to wrap his arms around her middle. Norman arose and gave her another kiss, proud that he had been able to satisfy her. ""Now it's your turn. Come make love to your grandma.""
+Norman thought he'd fallen asleep and was sweetly dreaming of lying on top of this woman who so looked like his grandmother, getting ready to slide into her slick hole. He pushed down and felt his cock enter her drenched tunnel. The feeling was so exquisite. At once, he knew why all the guys raved about sex. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before and when her muscles squeezed his cock, he thought he'd pass out in sheer happiness. He bent to kiss her, holding her hands down as they moved together, working towards an orgasm.
+Billie came first, her mouth forming an 'O' as her body was wracked by delicious shudders, her pussy walls rippling around his young cock and milking him to his release. Norman shouted as he came, driving himself in as deep as possible inside her throbbing passage and depositing his virgin load. She wrapped her arms around him, cuddling him close as he quivered through the smaller aftershocks, his prick jumping inside her.
+""I love you, Grandma."" Norman said softly, his eyes fluttering as he slipped into sleep, a smile on his lips. Billie tightened her embrace and let sleep whisk her away as well.
+* * * * *
+The phone rang at Norman's ear and he gave an irritated moan before raising his head and answering it. ""Hello?""
+""Mr. Glazer, it's Sonia Harris from 'It's Just Sex'.""
+""Oh, good morning, Ms. Harris.""
+""It's been a week since your date and I hadn't heard from you. I was just calling to find out if you were satisfied with your experience.""
+""Oh, yes! Very much so, Ms. Harris, but I hate to tell you that I won't be using your service again.""
+""Oh? Why's that?""
+""You took care of everything for me so well that I won't be needing you again.""
+""Well, that's a good thing, Norman. Glad that our agency could be of help to you. If you ever need us, don't hesitate to call.""
+""I hope I won't have to but thank you just the same, Ms. Harris.""
+""Goodbye.""
+""'Bye.""
+Norman stretched, hanging up the phone at the same time and turned over to gaze at the smiling face of his widowed grandmother, Tamlyn. He gave her a warm but passionate kiss, laying on the pillow beside her and lovingly touching her face. ""You never told me what possessed you to contact the agency.""
+""I was lonely."" Tamlyn said, shivering at the affection in his touch. ""I thought I could find someone to fill the empty space in my heart. Little did I know that it would be you.""
+He smiled, giving her another kiss, this time accompanied by his tongue. He had found the love of his life, his grandmother and he was dedicated to making sure that she knew that fact every second of every minute of the day. As his hand slid down to caress her breast, he nibbled at her ear. ""By the way, who's Billie?""
+""It's my middle name, silly boy.""
+Norman stared at Tamlyn for a moment before breaking into laughter, then returned to the task at hand: making sure that Tamlyn Billie Glazer knew that she was loved."
+123,It's Just Sex! Ch. 04,cantdog,Chain Stories,2005-02-04,2005-02-04,2022-01-08 03:50:08,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/its-just-sex-ch-04,It's how you hold your mouth.,"['Attention Peter', 'Boy Eyes', 'Der', 'Kiss Peter', 'Music Teacher', 'Peter Boy', 'Peter Thought', 'Skin Flute', 'Sonia Harris', 'Van Der']",4.44,"Sonia Harris laughed. ""Embouchure!"" she said, and she laughed again. Van der Bos had pursed his lips and his face was darkening. She lay her refined hand delicately on his. ""How delightful! You must pardon me, Mr. van der Bos. I had never considered that!""
+""It's very important with woodwinds,"" he retorted. It was a stuffy thing to say, but van der Bos was thawing again, nevertheless, under the impact of Ms. Harris's charm.
+She had personal charm, and the waiting room had been restrained and tasteful, except for the artworks, perhaps. The office was really quite lovely, and Ms. Harris had put him at ease, until now. Van der Bos was used to good things and educated company; but the chewed pencils on her desk were a false note.
+Perhaps she likes to have things in her mouth, he mused.
+A sudden thought made her eyes light again with mischief. ""And flutes, I imagine!"" _Playing the skin flute_ was a phrase from her past; she hadn't heard it since the college.
+""Technically, the flute is considered a woodwind,"" the pedantic man offered.
+""And it is always hard and long! Oh, please, forgive me if you can, dear man. I am incorrigible with a new idea. Very well! Young and sweet, and very willing to follow direction-- I believe we can accommodate you rather well. Let us turn to the formalities, then. I think you will be entirely pleased, I really do.""
+* * * * *
+Mr. van der Bos was suddenly very warm when he put down the telephone. The pupil he'd arranged for through the ""It's Just Sex!"" agency was on the way, and so quickly! Oboe, she'd said. The entire idea now seemed disastrously, monstrously wrong. Incredibly risky-- but also incredibly exciting. He trembled, but his shoulders pulled in and his head drooped.
+""What have I done, what have I done?"" he muttered. He thought about having a drink, but he wasn't enough of a drinker; the stuff affected him too strongly, it would be horrible. He flitted around the room, inefficiently, tidying inconsequential objects. He carried the waste paper basket into the kitchen to empty it. Regrets and anxiety prevented him from even thinking in sentences.
+Stepping on the pedal and seeing the steel pail open its mouth broke the spell. As he dumped the paper in his shoulders straightened and he took a deep breath.
+""Well!"" said he, ""What a fool I am; but how much can go wrong?"" It's just a young pupil, isn't it?
+With calm steps he moved to the front room and replaced the basket by the piano with a firm hand. Another good breath. ""And he will surely know what we will do,"" he told himself.
+But as he sat and waited he began to fidget, even to sweat. He checked his watch, but time was moving by no faster. A minute per minute. He wanted to make a reed or something, distract himself, but Ms. Harris had spoken as though the boy would come any moment.
+""I'm acting like a schoolboy,"" he said, frowning. Immediately, the knock came on the front door. Like a schoolboy Van der Bos wiped his palms on his shirtfront as he went to answer it.
+""Mr. van--""
+""Do come in! Quick! There."" Van der Bos shut the door and checked the street for witnesses. Nothing. The sun washed the street and hardly a leaf stirred.
+The room seemed dark when he turned again. He saw oxfords and tan khakis. The 18-year-old boy had an oboe case. He was dressed well enough. His eyes continued upward-- such a perfect complexion!
+He was beautiful.
+He was speaking.
+""Is something wrong?""
+""I'm sorry, young man; your name again, please?"" There, thought he, that's the right note. His own voice returned him his confidence.
+""Peter Stockwell, sir.""
+""Come and sit, please. May I see your instrument?""
+The boy's eyes went very wide. He froze and his fist tightened on the handle.
+Already? he thought, panicking. I just got here!
+But van der Bos was reaching out, low-- for the case. ""The oboe! Yes!"" He made his arm work and passed it to the older man. He watched the practiced fingers turn each piece, assemble the body of it and flutter the keywork, and slyly evaluated him. Van der Bos was dapper and deft; he had dignity. But he seemed brusque.
+I wish he would smile, Peter thought. But it seemed a forlorn hope.
+Van der Bos pulled a reed case from his pocket and selected one. He placed the case on the table with the oboe's case and then he did smile. ""May I?""
+Peter nodded and smiled back.
+""It's a good student oboe,"" remarked the older man. He fitted the reed, fluttered the keys again, and played a phrase, then the same phrase very softly. Peter had never achieved so full a tone, or especially such a controlled soft sound.
+""It never sounds that good when I play it.""
+""It's a real reed. The synthetics are easier to play, but for good dynamics you need reed. And firm embouchure."" Van der Bos hiked an eyebrow at him with this word, and he smiled again.
+""I know, but it's not easy."" Peter liked his smile, and already admired him. He seemed worldly and sardonic. He hadn't yet interpreted the pun, though.
+""Embouchure can be learned,"" replied van der Bos, plucking out his reed and placing it in the little case. He disassembled the oboe, though. Playing had centered him and he was once more the master. ""Will you place yourself in my hands?""
+Well, yeah! thought Peter. The boy understood the double meaning this time. ""Sure, what do I do?""
+""Completely?""
+There was more to this question than oboe reeds, but Peter took the plunge. ""Yes.""
+Once the flap of velvet lay over the black African wood and gleaming metal again, van der Bos stood and put out a hand.
+Peter allowed himself to be guided to his feet. He watched the teacher's eyes soften. The man's arm circled behind him, and nudged him close.
+He wants to kiss me! Peter realized. He closed his eyes and drifted forward into the unknown.
+The music teacher's arms were hauling his body against his own and his kiss was exaggeratedly passionate. Peter could not participate at first, although he held the man's hips to be able to stand. Confusion, frantic analysis, and a rising lust tore his attention from the kiss.
+He had told Ms. Harris that he wanted this, that he had to try it, that he had to know what it would be like. ""I need it to be a total stranger. I don't want to have to meet him, every day, you know? I'd be so embarrassed.""
+But it was nice so far. Peter was becoming hard, and the teacher was like a length of carven ivory beneath the professorial worsted. It was lovely to feel his strong fingers kneading assflesh, to smell the wool, wood, and sweat of the man. Peter kissed him in response. His slim arms slid up the master's back.
+My heaven, thought van der Bos, he's so young and so wiry! Such a tiny little ass, almost make believe!
+He broke the kiss. ""Peter."" The boy's eyes opened, his mouth hung slack. ""Let's work on your embouchure!""
+Suddenly Peter decoded it. ""Oh God! Yes, okay-- here?""
+The man had thrown off his clothes quickly on the way to the bedroom, but Peter had to disrobe under his eyes. The reddish cock with the little tip peeping out stood out from its nest. Peter both dreaded it and longed for it. He kicked away his underwear and sank down before it, reaching, but van der Bos interrupted him with a clasp on his forearm.
+""Turn around, Peter,"" he said, ""I want to see you."" He spoke softly but with complete authority. The boy stood and turned himself around for him. ""You are a marvelous boy."" Peter swallowed in a dry mouth. He checked the teacher's face once, but the cock held all his attention. ""Show me your mouth work, now. That's it. That's very sweet.""
+It tasted as he'd thought it would, but the smell was a drug. It made him shake like an aspen. He felt his anxieties dissolve and his cock become heavy and tight. It bumped into the teacher's knee, over the hairs. How could the heat of it not have branded the man? Never had his girl made him feel this ready. Peter explored the cock with fingers and tongue. It was only making him harder.
+That's it, then, Peter thought. I knew it, I knew it. He pressed his lips firmly and slid low, then back, then low again; the strong hand caressed his hair. Peter leaned his forehead into his master's belly and took him as deeply as he could manage. Tears started, but they felt good. It was relief. I just knew it, he told himself. One tear crawled down a cheek and dripped off.
+Van der Bos found him charmingly clumsy. His fresh rosy face and dewy lips engulfed him with such gentleness. To watch it sink into that soft clear earnest face was nearly unbearably good.
+""You have talent. But you need training; let me show you. Up. Up, now."" Van der Bos sank to one knee and reached fingers under the young man's balls. ""Pay attention now,"" he said.
+Peter laughed; the older man shot him a glance. ""Pay attention!?"" Peter echoed. A species of harlequin elevation of his mood had taken place.
+Van der Bos smiled around the young cock in his mouth. It really had been a silly thing to say.
+His own embouchure was finely schooled in both arenas. Sonia Harris would have said skin flute was another instrument at which he was master class. But he was taken by surprise. Precisely because he had forsworn his students, however tempting, he had forgotten how full-bore gonzo a young man can be.
+Perhaps it was his training with the brass instruments. Whatever it was, his tongue was as deft and as accurate as his fingers, rapid and precise. Peter had imagined he was as hard, as full, as he'd ever been, but the woodwind master improvised a tarantella of lust. The young man was soon hyperventilating and clutching galvanically at his head, uttering weird night- cries and syllables from obscenities.
+Having brought him there, van der Bos became suddenly gentle and subtle, not providing quite enough, not quite enough. It was utterly maddening, and Peter bellowed like a bull in extremis and took charge. Clamping the graying temples in his hands, he pounded cock fiercely into the teasing mouth. The wiry little ass van der Bos had admired earlier could pound nails. Whipcords of straining muscle ridged the legs and belly of the once-timid pupil, and he fucked the old man's skull with sweat flying off him.
+""Take it, you bastard!"" With a final deep jam, the engorged cock drove in and the whole organ leapt, head swelling widely. Again, and the first salvo of cum shot into the teacher's throat. It was the most intense come Peter ever had experienced. Each exquisite thrill as the pulses traveled out the length of him threatened to cause him to black out.
+He released the older man and wobbled on his feet. He was still hard. The cum was oozing now, a solid stream but very slow, causing an insane tickle at the tip. He groaned and swayed.
+""Very good,"" croaked van der Bos. ""Now show me what you've learned.""
+Peter fixed an eye on him. There it was, that cock like a horn curving up. His breathing was almost under control again. He slavered for it.
+""No, I want it, you know, up inside my ass."" His cheeks burned to say it, but he had to know. It was what he'd come to the agency to find out.
+""Suck then.""
+There was a moment of mutual measurement. Peter dropped to the floor, grateful for the stability, and closed his mouth on him.
+Van der Bos crooned his pleasure and issued instructions. After a suck lesson he turned the young man over on the bed and took lascivious pains to lubricate him very thoroughly, rolling his knuckles in the hollow between the bones, marveling at the delicious slim ass which he would now own.
+He stood and placed himself, leaned forward, and sank in.
+""You're so fuckin nice, boy,"" he breathed. It was the finest ass he'd had in fifteen years, and he savored every inch of it.
+Ass.
+* * * * *
+""Agency, Ms. Harris's office!"" the bland voice said.
+""I'm Peter Stockwell. Please tell Ms. Harris thank you very much, okay?""
+""Mr. Stockwell. It was all as you wanted it, then?""
+""More."""
+124,It's Just Sex! Ch. 05,logophile,Chain Stories,2005-02-09,2005-02-09,2022-01-08 03:50:10,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/its-just-sex-ch-05,She turns to this dating service for release.,"['Delighted Find', 'Erotic Time', 'Felt Jacob', 'Grandmother Died', 'Inside Make', 'Julia Nodded', 'Single Mom', 'Told Julia']",4.59,"As Julia left the office of It's Just Sex, she tried not to think about the little break-down she'd just had in front of Ms. Harris. It was embarrassing to know that her desires had been laid out for public inspection. It was even more embarrassing to acknowledge that she had cried, really cried, about them.
+Julia was a single mom of four kids who worked a crazy schedule in human services. She was kind and funny, and people generally liked her. She wasn't bad looking, short and round in all the right places with brown hair and eyes. When she laughed she had the attention of everyone in the room.
+Intellectually, she knew that she could get laid if she really wanted to, but finding the time to go out and meet people was tricky at best. She had been separated from her husband for over a year and had only managed to bring a man home three times. She was lonely. And she needed sex.
+When the interview with Ms. Harris had started, it all seemed fine. Julia simply told her that she was single mom looking for a sexual companion. No strings, no promises, but the reliability of a friend with benefits. A casual friend. Movies, darts, sex. That kind of thing.
+Ms. Harris had nodded and taken notes. Then she cleared her throat and said, ""Is it OK if I call you Julia? Good then. Julia, most people come to us to have a specific fantasy fulfilled. For instance, a woman who has never had anal sex may come in; a gentleman who is still a virgin in his 30's; a teacher who wants to feel he's seducing one of his students. What you are asking for is something you could seemingly find in any singles bar in the state. Is there something more that you're looking for? Something you haven't told me yet?""
+Julia was filled with cold dread as she thought about how to answer the question. She could feel her face flushing and noticed her hands shake. Across the table, Ms. Harris noticed the signs. She got the box of tissues ready and poured Julia a glass of water. She sat down next to Julia. ""Take your time. We're not in any hurry. And please know that I've pretty much heard it all here at It's Just Sex. You can't shock me, I assure you.""
+Julia took a deep breath and opened her mouth. Then she closed it again. It just seemed like a lot to ask for. OK, she thought, just say it.
+""Well, here's the thing. I like to give. I'm a pleaser. If you need something done, I'm the person you call. I like to do a job and do it well. Nothing brings me more pleasure than taking care of someone and seeing them happy. But I've only had a sex a few times in the last year and I've come away from each experience feeling a little empty. I've worked hard to make my partners happy, figuring out what feels good for them and doing my very best. Overall, it's been great. I've had the satisfaction of knowing that I've taken each of them to new heights. But none of them have been all that concerned with returning the favor. I've not had a single partner bring me to orgasm in over a year. And it's not that hard, really. It's just that no one has tried. At all. So I guess what I really want is someone who will, I don't know, take care of me, too. It seems silly. I mean, I know I can always get myself off, and I suppose I should be happy with that, but it just seems like…""
+Ms. Harris smiled broadly and interrupted. ""Is that all? That's your request? You want a partner that's going to make sure you, umm, have an orgasm? Oh, Julia, that's not a lot to ask for. Really, it's not."" She went back to her chair and sat down. ""What's the best way to reach you?""
+""Well, since I'm on call for my job, and I have the kids all the time, it's probably best to email me a phone number and I can just call the guy, if you can find one, and make arrangements. Is that OK?""
+""That'll be fine. You'll hear from us soon. Please go from here up to the lab and have your blood work done. Then we can get started.""
+***************
+Several days later Julia was on the phone with Jacob, her match from the agency, again. They were having a seemingly pleasant conversation, when Jacob heard her sigh. ""What's up?""
+""You know, it's nothing. Well, it's something, but it's not really important. I didn't want to say anything because everything was going so well, but my grandmother died yesterday and I'm under a lot of pressure from my family to go cross country to attend the funeral. But with work and my kids and no money, there's just no way. It's been a long day.""
+""Can you get away for a little bit? I think it's time I finally bought you that drink.""
+Julia thought for a moment, ""Maybe. The kids are at their dad's. I could meet you for a while. But Jacob, I have to be really honest. It can only be a drink right now. It's that time of the month. And if you don't want to come all the way out here for just a drink, I completely understand.""
+""Oh, in that case, never mind,"" he laughed as he answered. ""Don't be crazy. A beautiful woman like you alone on a night like tonight? No way. I'll meet you at Dru's in half an hour.""
+Julia couldn't believe it. Here was a man who was willing to drive across town for drinks. And he called her beautiful. She dressed quickly and even put on a little makeup before leaving.
+She was sitting in the corner sipping her whisky sour when he arrived. She saw him a few seconds before he found her and was pleased to see that he was as good looking as the picture he had sent her. He also looked kind. Not like you can always tell just from looking at a person, but he had a friendly smile and made eye contact with the bartender while ordering. She was happy with the match.
+He joined her at her table and they shook hands. Then he laughed a little and said, ""That was the silliest thing. Come here, you.""
+She stood up and walked toward his open arms. He embraced her warmly and said, ""I'm so sorry about your grandma. Do you want to talk about it?""
+She shook her head and said, ""No, thanks. But I do want to play darts. Are you up for it?""
+They played darts for an hour or so and then Julia got a little serious again. Finally, she said, ""You know what? I think I'm going to go. I'm not very good company tonight and you should go do something fun.""
+""I have an idea. Why don't you and I go over to your apartment? I'll fix you a big bowl of ice cream and we can watch a movie or something. And then you don't have to be alone. Being alone sucks when you're sad.""
+Julia nodded her head in consent, forcing back a few tears, and said, ""Yes, it does. Well, if you're sure, you can follow me back to my place."" Stunned, she turned and walked out of the bar with Jacob close behind. [i]Why is he doing this? I told him we couldn't have sex. I really hope he isn't disappointed later.[/i]
+After they were inside and comfortably cozied up on the couch with ice cream, Jacob put his arm around Julia's shoulder. She leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder. In the back of her mind, she wondered if there was a penalty for not having sex with an It's Just Sex match. After another minute, she decided she didn't care. For the first time in her adult life, she was going to do what felt good.
+They chatted about her work and his family. He asked about her kids, looking at their pictures on the wall. The conversation was smooth and seamless and then finally, a comfortable silence settled over them. Time drifted away and everything was still. Julia closed her eyes and rested.
+When she felt Jacob's lips brush over hers, she wasn't surprised. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world. She kissed him back and he could feel the months of unfulfilled longing in her soft mouth. Her hands went to his face and she felt the strong line of his jaw and his slightly stubbly cheek. He wrapped his arms around her and she gave herself up to him for a moment.
+The kissing was magical, bringing her to life. His lips conveyed a perfect balance of tenderness and desire that Julia hadn't experienced since college. He was telling her that he was there for her, right now, to do exactly as she wished. Oh God, this felt so good…
+And then, bam! Julia was slammed back to reality. She pulled back from the kiss reluctantly, put her hand flat against his chest and said, ""We should probably stop this."" Biting her lip, she whispered, ""I have my period, now. I'm bleeding, remember?""
+Jacob's look of frank sincerity erased her embarrassment as he whispered back, ""Are you wearing a tampon?"" Julia nodded and he resumed kissing her, this time with even more passion.
+She tried to ask, ""Are you sure?"" But his mouth covered hers and he laughed as he pushed her gently back into the couch cushions. He worked his way down her neck and seemed delighted to find a very sensitive spot in the hollow of her collar bone. He licked it tenderly, stroking it with the tip of his tongue until she was squirming under him. Jacob smiled up at Julia and started unbuttoning her blouse. When he peeled it open, he was delighted to find her bra-less beneath.
+""I'm so sorry. I'm not wearing a bra. My breasts are just too tender when it's that time of the month.""
+""Shhhhh, you're fine, Beautiful. You're just perfect. I'll be careful here if you're tender. Please tell me if I hurt you."" He carefully lifted one breast ever so slightly and lightly ran his thumb over her already-hard nipple. She sighed contentedly. Jacob delicately licked the place his thumb had just teased and Julia moaned. Following her cues, he began to explore her breast and nipple with his mouth and tongue. Julia was quickly at the edge of an orgasm.
+""Please…"" she whispered.
+""'Please' what, Beautiful?""
+""No, nothing. Never mind.""
+""Is there something you'd like? What can I do?""
+""No, this is good. Whatever you want. It all feels good,"" she murmured.
+It was apparent to Jacob that she needed something but he couldn't figure out why she wouldn't just tell him. She was uncomfortable asking for anything. He hoped that she would at least be able to receive his gift but he was starting to have doubts. When Ms. Harris had told him that Julia was 'a pleaser' that needed to be attended to, he had been excited. He loved giving women pleasure, especially women who routinely denied themselves. Jacob decided right then to pull out all the stops and really make Julia happy.
+He kissed and nipped his way down her soft belly. She started making sweet noises, almost like a kitten searching for milk. As he leaned in to breathe on her pubic mound, she laced her fingers through his hair.
+Her mind was reeling. Was he really going to go down on her? It had been ages since a man had done that. She loved oral sex. The last man she slept with said that the blowjob she'd given him rivaled the second coming of Christ. But no one had reciprocated. And now, this handsome, sweet and very gifted man was about to dine at the Y. The alarm bells started in her head, [i]Stop him! Remind him that the timing is bad. He's not going to like this once he gets down there![/i] She started to push his head back a little, but he shook his head at her and laughed a little.
+She lay there with her eyes closed, waiting. Breathless. Hungry.
+Julia felt his fingers spread her slightly and then there was a pause. She was certain he was about to change his mind when she heard his voice.
+""Well, you're beautiful. Simply beautiful.""
+He leaned in and stroked her clit with his tongue. A ripple of pure joy ran through her from head to toe and she felt her pussy lightly contract under his tongue. He started to lick her seriously, paying careful attention to her 'hot spots,' the places that seemed to generate the best responses. In just a couple of minutes, his mouth was playing her sex with the mastery of a professional musician. She soared to the edge of an orgasm, and just as she went over, she thought, ""This is really happening…"" Then all thoughts were lost and she rode the wave.
+Jacob wiped his face on his sleeve and looked up at the now glowing Julia, who was breathing deeply with her eyes still closed. He took his shirt off and lay next to her for a second before she opened her eyes to look at him.
+""Thank you. Thank you so mu…""
+""There's nothing to thank me for. Now, I need you to do something for me.""
+Julia smiled a naughty little smile and reached down to stroke his already hard cock through his jeans. ""Anything you'd like,"" she answered.
+""Anything? You'll do anything I ask?""
+""Pretty much. I think I owe you something.""
+""OK then. Go in the bathroom and take off the rest of your clothes. Find a dark towel and take your tampon out. I'll meet you in the bedroom."" He smiled warmly at her.
+""But. But. Ummm. You know, you don't have to do this. I have other 'skills.' We could skip this if you'd rather.""
+""I know. But I want to put my fingers inside you and make you cum again. And I know that we could skip it. I'm certain you'd take care of me at any point. Right I'm taking care of you. Please, go get the towel.""
+Julia walked into the bathroom, trembling slightly. She stood under the harsh florescent light and looked at herself in the mirror and found a good case of FFF, Freshly Fucked Face. Her cheeks were rosy and her lips slightly swollen, her hair was mussed. She felt quite content with her experience and wasn't sure she could do as he asked. She had gotten the orgasm she had so desperately needed and was ready to reciprocate. It seemed a little greedy to return for more. She took a deep breath and then heard a light knock at the door. ""Almost ready?"" Jacob quietly asked.
+The rest of her clothes were quickly stuck in the hamper and a dark towel found. Finally, she removed the tampon, shaking her head and hoping for the best.
+Entering her bedroom, she found Jacob relaxing on the bed, fully naked with the sheets pulled back and the lights dim. He stood up and wrapped his arms all the way around her tiny frame. ""It's going to be OK. I promise.""
+He took the towel and laid it on the bed. ""Please, lay with your face down.""
+Julia looked at him confused, but did as she was asked. Once she was settled, she felt a little bit of oil pour into the small of her back. Jacob sat next to her, in the middle of the bed. He massaged her back lightly, taking care to be gentle and erotic at the same time. Each time he passed over her bottom, he traveled a little further between her legs, cupping her round cheeks as he worked.
+Eventually, she relaxed into his hands. At first, she was so tense that she was shaking slightly. But after a few minutes, her muscles let go and he felt her give in to his desire to please her. She sighed. And then he heard those sweet kitten noises again. He continued the massage, becoming more erotic a little at a time. She spread her legs ever so slightly for him and he noticed her hips rising to meet his hands, but just a little.
+At the point where she was in a dreamy state of strong arousal, he leaned down and whispered into her ear, ""In just a minute, I'm going to put two fingers inside you and make you cum. It's going to be very intense. If it's too much for you, tell me to stop and I will. But try to stay with it, I promise you'll like it. OK, here I go. You feel so nice in there. I'm going to count down from ten and by the time I get to zero, you're going to be in the middle of an orgasm. Ready?""
+She didn't believe him. No one had ever made her cum in ten seconds. But he didn't sound pompous or arrogant. Just kind and very confident.
+""Ten… nine… eight…""
+What was he doing with his fingers? That was simply amazing. Julia had never felt anything like that.
+""Seven… six… five…""
+She realized she was moaning, and it was loud. He was right, this was the most intense thing she had ever felt. She could feel the orgasm shooting straight at her.
+""Four… three… two…""
+Oh no! She was going to pee! No, wait. She wasn't going to pee. Everything went white behind her eyes as she let out a keening wail.
+""One. Now. Please cum for me now…""
+But she couldn't even hear him over the sound of her own pleasure filling her head. He kept working those fingers as wave after wave of orgasm rolled over her, each even more intense than the one before. She was vaguely aware of him saying encouraging words, but she honestly didn't care. This felt too good, she wasn't going to break the spell.
+Julia had no idea how long it went on. A minute? Two? Ten? It just got better and better. Finally, she had to make it stop. ""Please… I need to… breathe. Just a minute, please…""
+Jacob slowly and gently slid his fingers out of her now drenched pussy and sat next to her for a moment. When she didn't move or speak, he lay down along side her and pulled the blanket up over both of them. She rolled onto her side and snuggled against his warmth. This time, she kissed him. She searched his mouth with her tongue, tasting and teasing. She snaked a hand down between them and found his cock still hard and stroked him. His breathing grew ragged under her mouth and she felt the familiar delight in knowing that she was pleasing him. She lifted her top leg and wrapped it around his waist, using it to pull his body closer. Still stroking him, she guided him to her entrance and placed the head right there. She broke the kiss long enough to say, ""Fuck Me Now.""
+He drove himself into her with a thrust that filled her in one fast stroke. Her breath caught in her throat as she started kissing him again. A few fast strokes set the tone, and he easily rolled them both over so she was on her back with her legs wrapped around his waist. He leaned up to watch her face and was pleased with what he saw. She was lost in this moment. Eyes closed, head thrown back, lips parted. She had one hand on her breast, pulling gently at the nipple and the other was between her legs playing with her clit while he continued fucking her. Her hips were coming up to meet his again and again and she was propelling herself into another glorious orgasm that shook her body and then left her still and panting.
+Jacob slowed down his thrusts and came close to hold Julia in her afterglow. ""Please,"" she whispered. ""It's your turn. I don't think I can do anymore.""
+""You're sure?""
+""Mmm-hmmm. I'm so happy, and so satisfied. Please, just tell me how to make you happy now.""
+Jacob didn't answer with words. Instead he kissed her tenderly on the cheek, jawbone and neck while using long, slow, deep thrusts to bring himself closer and closer. She could feel his body slowly growing tense, feel his cock getting even harder inside her. His orgasm was so important to her now; she wanted to bring him as much pleasure as she'd had, but it didn't seem possible. Her fingers found his hard nipples and started to pull and twist them. That seemed to be just thing. He pushed into her even deeper and then went rigid as he moaned in a final release of pure released. Julia smiled to herself and gently pulled him in to rest on top of her. They dozed quietly for a few minutes.
+He rolled over, so that he was next to her again and she felt a quick wave of sadness wash over her. ""I'm sure you have to go now…"" her voice trailed off.
+""I have no where to be. Except right here."" He spooned into her backside and buried his face in her hair. ""Rest well, Beautiful.""
+Julia smiled again as she dozed off again into a peaceful slumber.
+Around 5:00 a.m. she rolled over and remembered that Jacob was still with her. She ran a hand up the inside of his thigh and was surprised to find him very very hard. Tentatively she stroked him. He surprised her by rolling over and deftly pulling her hands up over her head and holding them there. His knee nudged her legs apart and he slid two fingers from his other hand inside her. Immediately he found that magical spot in her sex and started working it.
+""Five… four… three… two… one…""
+""Oh Fuck!"" And Julia was off on another wave of overwhelming orgasm, this time even sweeter for having her hands restrained.  
+In these early morning hours, she didn't have the stamina she'd had the night before and it wasn't long before she was begging for him to let up. He smiled at her and replaced his fingers with his hardness. It was sweet sex in the pre-dawn light as he filled her up and found an easy rhythm that brought her another orgasm, followed soon thereafter with one for him as well. He collapsed on the bed and they both fell immediately back to sleep.
+Several hours later, Julia felt Jacob stir. She slowly opened her eyes and found him lying next to her, watching her contentedly.
+""I bet you haven't eaten a proper meal in days,"" he said. ""I know that I hardly ever remember to eat when I've had a death in my family. Let's run down to that diner and I'll buy you a steak and egg breakfast.""
+Julia giggled like a school girl and followed him out of bed and into the shower. He took his time, soaping her up gently and then rinsing her off. Jacob even washed her hair for her. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so nurtured. Blissfully, she toweled off and dressed.
+Breakfast was peaceful and delicious. Jacob was right; she hadn't eaten a decent meal since her grandmother had died a few days before. With work and the kids, she hardly had time, but throw grieving and guilt into the mix, it was a losing battle. When the check came, she reached for her wallet, but he laughed and flipped a credit card playfully at the waitress before she had a chance to protest.
+Jacob drove Julia home, holding her hand. When they pulled up in front of her apartment, she looked at him nervously. ""Feeling shy all of a sudden?"" he queried. She shook her head. ""What's up, Beautiful?""
+""I just don't know how I could ever thank you for last night. I was at the bottom of the heap when we were on the phone. It means so much to me…""
+""Aww, don't thank me. Please don't thank me. I did what I did because I like to do it. It's so much fun to bring someone to mind-blowing orgasm. It makes me feel powerful and very satisfied. But a 'pleaser' like you already knows that, don't you?""
+She smiled with recognition at his words. Yes, she very much liked the powerful feeling of getting someone off, and doing it well. And now that she knew what it was like to be on the receiving end, she was certain that her future partners were going to have a higher standard to live up to.
+Jacob leaned across and cupped her face in his hands. ""I had a wonderful time last night. Thank you…"" and then he kissed her with tenderness. Julia slid out of his car, and walked on a cloud back into her apartment. When she reached her doorway she broke out into one of her famous laughs, and gave herself up to the delight she felt.
+***********
+When her phone rang the next morning, Julia was pleasantly surprised to hear Ms. Harris on the other end. ""I trust Jacob was able to meet your needs?"" she asked with barely disguised mirth in her voice.
+""Oh, yes. He was wonderful. I've never been so well taken care of, Ms. Harris. It was like he…"" she trailed off. It seemed like it would somehow break the spell he had woven around her if she tried to explain it to anyone else. ""It was perfect. Thank you so much.""
+""You're quite welcome. Feel free to give us a call if you're ever in need again. Good-bye Julia.""
+Julia hung up with a big smile on her face. ""I might just do that.""  "
+125,It's Just Sex! Ch. 07,JohnMorrison,Chain Stories,2005-03-03,2005-03-03,2022-01-08 03:50:11,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/its-just-sex-ch-07,"The Perfect, strange, normal, mismatched match...","['Hailed Taxi', 'Harris Asked', 'Jennifer Dropped', 'Jennifer Michael', 'Jennifer Pressed', 'Michael Fucked', 'Michael Slowly', 'Paid Driver', 'Scale Ten', 'Taxi Back']",4.36,"Michael was unsure of this whole thing. As most should be, he was skeptical about a dating service, especially one that centers on sex. Michael delayed for months, but finally decided to try the service. Now, Michael, twenty-five, eagerly waited the date that had been set up. He is quite nervous, as is his usual, but especially so for this date. He sat on the edge of his bed, contemplating the clothing choices before him. Michael is just under five foot nine, one hundred-fifty pounds. He is a stick of a person, his whole body can be described as skinny. His close cut brown hair didn't require any maintenance. ""Just Sex"" He thought. He breathed deeply and calculatingly finished dressing. Nice but not too nice, casual but not too casual. Michael can't really be described as sexually experienced, granted he is no virgin, but he is by no means a 'ladies man'. However, with the internet, Michael is quite knowledgeable when it comes to sex. He has strengthened his kegels muscles, and can now control himself very well.
+His date is quite the opposite. It isn't fair to call her a slut, but she has a lot of sex; A frequenter of the It's Just Sex organization. Jennifer is a shade over six feet tall with shoes on. She is the kind of woman that exists in most offices. She is flirty with the guys, very cute, and quite hot. Her legs seem to go on and on. Simply looking at her is somehow calming. A man could easily be aroused by a woman, but someone appreciating Jennifer will peacefully survey her as if she were a golden sunset. Her long straight brown hair flows as she walks. Her skinny tall frame is accompanied by medium breast. Big enough to be noticed, but not overpowering the image of her. Her bust is well rounded, she likes to wear a large B, but is actually a Small C. She walks so confidently, not looking for approval, nor asking for attention, just her.
+Michael left his apartment and hailed a taxi. He paid the driver, and exited toward the bar. ""This is it"" he thought, walking in with his heart racing. His eyes made a quick sweep of the mostly empty bar, before deciding that she had not yet arrived. He took a stool at the end of the bar. The second he sat down, he spotted Jennifer walking toward him. Jennifer was wearing a blue flowery dress, it was low cut exposing the tops of her pushed up tits. She sat down beside Michael, and looked at him like one would look at a used car. ""uhh. Hi"" Michael nearly choked.
+""Jennifer"" She said, smiling warmly and extending her hand. He uncomfortably shook her hand, hoping she wouldn't feel the sweat on his palms.
+""Michael"" He said. He was sitting facing the bar, she was facing him. She placed her hand on his thigh, leaning slightly on him.
+""What'd you have in mind?"" She asked him.
+""uhh. Well, I thought we could…go back to my place, or your place, and we could uhh have sex"" he said, stumbling through the words.
+""You don't sound very confident"" Jennifer said, pouting her lips. ""You want me to take control?"" She asked.
+""Sure"" he said, not really sure what that meant. A moment later he hoped it didn't mean any kind of bondage, but he couldn't say anything anyway.
+""Let's go"" Jennifer said, grabbing his hand, and quickly turning to walk out, pulling him behind her. Once back outside, Jennifer quickly hailed a taxi, and toted him in behind her. She directed the driver to her apartment. ""How's my place sound?"" She asked Michael, her voice as warm as ever.
+""Great"" He replied. They sat in silence briefly. Jennifer's hand again found his thigh. ""So uhh, what do you do?"" He asked her.
+""I am an executive assistant"" She said in her official business voice. ""And you?""
+""Office Technical Manager"" He replied. Typical office jobs all around. Jennifer's small hand slowly started to massage up and down his thigh. Jennifer's confident brown eyes gazed into Michael's uneasy brown eyes.
+""How big is your cock?"" Jennifer asked, back into her warm voice, it was loud enough for the driver to hear.
+""Maybe you will find out"" Michael said, trying to gain some control in the conversation.
+""Maybe"" Jennifer said, biting her lip and looking down to where her hand still was. She gently moved her hand, pressing against his jeans, up against his crotch. She felt his cock growing. Her fingers traced the outline of him in his jeans, gently caressing. It gave his cock a tease, to which it responded. Jennifer put her other hand on his neck, and leaned her face right up to his shoulder. ""Want me to suck your cock?"" She whispered in his ear.
+""Now?"" He tried to whisper in response, but his voice failed to work, but the expression was more than enough to get his nervous point across.
+""Why not?"" She asked, using her normal warm voice again. His cock had grown noticeably between her fingers. ""Six inches?"" She asked him, surveying him.
+""Six and a quarter"" He said. ""Not that I measure or anything"" he started to relax a little.
+""You didn't answer my question"" She said, lightly stroking his cock through his jeans now.
+""I wouldn't be opposed to it"" He said, smiling. She briefly looked down at his pants, then looked back up at him.
+""If I am going to do this, I am going to do it right"" She said. Jennifer leaned in a little closer, whispering ""I am going to make you cum hard and fast. Don't hold back, I can take it.""
+That surprised Michael a little bit. Jennifer placed her lips together on his cheek, her still wet lipstick leaving a kiss. She slowly pulled his head toward her, extending her tongue. She lightly licked her tongue across his closed lips, before lowering her head. She unzipped his pants, and pulled his near fully erect cock through his boxers. Her open mouth hovered above his cock. Michael sat back, relaxing, placing his hand on her back, rubbing her approvingly. Her hair obstructed any view downstairs, but he didn't need to look.
+Jennifer's tender lips met the head of his cock, caressing the smooth tip of his dick. She opened her lips, sliding her tongue down the side of him, a slow drip of saliva ran down his six inches. Her warm wet mouth embraced him, sliding down his shaft. He shuddered in pleasure as her mouth fully engulfed him. His cock in her throat, her tongue massaged the length of him all at once. Jennifer began swirling her tongue as she slowly moved her head up and down. Michael moaned without thinking. He suddenly realized, his eyes wide, that the driver knew what was going on. He looked up and saw the driver eyeing them in the mirror. He feared she would stop, but she didn't seem to care.
+The warm wet sloppy blowjob continued. Michael felt much more confident now. He slid his hand down her backside, lifting the back of her dress up. His hand felt her moist panties, and carefully he tugged on her underwear enough to expose her pussy. His index finger felt her wet lips, whilst her mouth bobbed up and down on his cock a little more feverishly. His finger gently parted her lips, teasing her slit. Jennifer, not to be shown up in any way, started to blow Michael like there was no tomorrow. Her lips slid up and down his shaft, her tongue flicking and massaging all around the head, her cheeks sucked in, her mouth sucking hard on him. Her hand cupped and massaged his balls. Jennifer gently moaned, vibrating his cock slightly.
+Jennifer gave superior head. Michael couldn't believe it, but he was already about to cum. He heeded her advice, and allowed his excitement to build. She sensed his proximity to orgasm, and plunged her mouth all the way down on his cock, again deepthroating him. Her tongue milked the length of his cock. Michael exploded in Jennifer's mouth, filling her with jizz. She tried to take it all straight down her throat, but the sheer size of his load backed up into her mouth. She moaned as he did, swallowing everything he gave her.
+Jennifer played with his now oversensitive member. She sat up, licking her lips. Michael put his cock away, and zipped his pants back up. ""Thanks"" He said.
+""What do you mean thanks?"" She asked. Michael looked at her unsurely. ""You aren't going to thank me with words"" She said, a devilish smile creeping up on her face.
+The driver pulled to a stop. Michael paid the driver and they got out of the taxi. Jennifer held Michael's hand, again toting him, and pulled him into her building. They briefly waited for the elevator, then boarded the empty elevator. Jennifer pressed the button for her floor, and the doors closed. ""Want to do it in here?"" She asked him.
+""Maybe we should go somewhere more intimate"" he said, unsurely.
+""Don't worry, I was kidding"" She said, smiling at him. ""But still"" She said in a deep sexy voice. She pushed him against the side of the elevator, pushing her body against his. Her hands pinned his shoulders back, his hands held the back of her waist. Jennifer was a few inches taller, and as such, she had the natural control in their actions. Jennifer pressed her mouth against his, her tongue protruding between her open lips. He kissed back, his lips surrounding her tongue. Their mouths melted together, the slight taste of cum lingering. The elevator dinged, announcing their arrival at her floor.
+Jennifer walked out of the elevator, not pulling Michael behind her. He stayed against the wall, as if he couldn't walk without her guide. He suddenly realized he shouldn't fall behind, and walked out quickly behind her. She strode down the hallway to her door, and opened it. She pushed the door open, and leaned against the frame, waiting for him to walk in. Michael slowly walked inside. Jennifer pulled the door closed behind her, flicking on the lights.
+Michael stood just inside the door nervously. Jennifer grabbed his hand and led him straight to her bedroom. They stood at the foot of her queen sized bed. ""Right to the point"" Michael said.
+""I am going to take a shower. Make yourself at home"" Jennifer said. She pulled her arms through the straps of her dress, dropping it to the floor. She quickly walked into the bathroom and shut the door. Michael sat on the edge of her bed. ""Why didn't I do this a long time ago"" He thought to himself. He pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. ""Should I take a peek?"" He thought, hearing the shower running. He walked towards the bathroom door, dropping his pants and underwear on the short walk over there. Michael slowly turned the know, cracking the door. Jennifer was in the shower, he could see her silhouette in the curtain. He cautiously walked to the back of the shower, peeking inside. Jennifer's body was glorious. Her natural tone was just the right slight brown that looked perfect. Her smooth skin was so inviting. The water poured over her round ass. Michael was hard again. Now he wondered if he should do something or just wait for her to get out of the shower. Before he decided, she acted. Jennifer's right hand was buried between her legs, and she started to moan gently. He watched a little while longer before deciding he should go out and wait. He closed the door behind him.
+Michael dug a condom out of his jeans laying on the floor. He set the condom on her dresser. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the bathroom door. The water turned off. A minute later, Jennifer opened the door, wrapped in a white towel. ""I thought for sure you would come into the shower"" Jennifer said.
+""I was tempted""
+""I see you are hard again. Looks like it is playtime"" Jennifer dropped the towel, for what she thought was the great exposing.
+""Actually I peeked in there. Looked like you were doing alright by yourself""
+""I got impatient waiting for you"" Jennifer said, picking up the condom off her dresser. She started to open it.
+""No. It's your turn"" Michael said confidently, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards him. He laid her on her back beside him, her feet still on the floor. Michael got on his knees, gently pushing her thighs apart. Her pussy was inches in front of his face. He ran his hands up and down her smooth legs, feeling every inch of her. Her took his time, touching her all over, but not touching the most sensitive area.
+""Get to it already"" She said, trying to sound impatient but sounding nice as always. Michael's mouth hovered, open, over her slit, his warm breath washing up against her. His tongue extended, the tip barely caressing the outside of her lips. His hands still felt up and down her legs softly. He leaned in, pressing his tongue inside of her, parting her lips. His lips pressed against hers, her juices moistening everything.
+Michael's tongue lapped up and down her pussy, then he would use his lips and poke with his tongue, altering with several variations. Jennifer moaned louder and louder as he went, her wet slit receiving his mouth. Michael kept at it for some time, bringing Jennifer up near orgasm. Her stomach rose and fell rapidly, her body sweating as she neared climax. The last straw came when Michael started using his finger to massage her clit. Her loud moans filled the room, her legs closing around him. Michael just kept on eating her as she came.
+Jennifer laid back, her heart beating heavily. ""Are you hard?"" She asked, looking straight up. Michael didn't respond, he grabbed the condom from the dresser and opened it. He stood up, looking over her. Her body glistened from sweat, she seemed to glow in post orgasmic grandeur. He applied the love glove. Her hand reached out, wrapping around his throbbing member. She sat up on the edge of the bed, gripping his cock in her hand. ""Fill me up"" She said provocatively.
+Jennifer hopped back up on the bed, up on all fours facing away from Michael. She looked back at him over her shoulder, smiling. He got up on the bed, on his knees behind her. His hands felt her smooth round ass, her soft skin, and smelled her juices. He took his cock in his hand, and led it to her inviting slit. Now she got to feel his cock in full effect. His just over six inches didn't fill her all the way, but enough, and he was not too thick either. He had the perfect fucking cock, big enough to get the full effect, but small enough that she wouldn't feel the effects for days.
+Michael slowly worked up his pumps, stroking ever faster and harder. Her juices were flowing. His hands held her hips, countering his humps. Their bodies smacked together on every stroke. Jennifer dropped down, pressing her face into the bed. Michael still fucked her from behind as her arms stretched out, hands clenching onto the blanket. Their moans were loud enough that her neighbors surely knew what was going on.
+""Stop"" Jennifer said, panting. Michael stopped. She struggled to flip herself onto her back. ""Ok""
+Michael penetrated her again, now missionary position, her legs spread out wide. He propped himself up with his hands on either side of her chest. He was thrusting up and down against her, her tits gyrating just in front of him. He felt her pussy tightening around him. Jennifer's hands groped his body, her eyes closed, mouth open in awe. She came explosively, hitting the high note with her passionate screams. Michael didn't even slow down, persisting with his fucking.
+He lowered down, lying on top of her, slowing to gentle thrusts, he felt and massaged her round tits, their cheeks pressed together. ""Oh my god"" Jennifer said in a near whisper. Michael brought himself face to face with Jennifer. Their eyes locked together, their bodies still thrusting up and down slightly. ""Let's switch places"" Jennifer said. Michael held onto her and rolled them both over. He was on his back, she was straddling him, her tits hanging right in front of his face. Jennifer rocked her hips up and down, grinding against him. She fucked him harder and faster than he had her. Their bodies were really smacking hard now, the whole bed rocking against the wall.
+""I want your cum"" Jennifer screamed, her back arching hard, looking at the ceiling. Michael's hands were playing wither her nipples as they fucked. Her hair hung down, trying to cover her tits but failing. Jennifer was trying to get him off now, really going hard to impress him. Michael started to feel himself getting close, but he contracted his pc muscles, stopping his impending orgasm in its tracks. He could hold it for hours. Jennifer kept trying, pounding and pounding. She came again, her sounds of passion reverberating in the room.
+She collapsed onto his chest, sweat running down both their bodies. Her hair was messed up badly. ""You are still hard"" She said in disbelief.
+""Want me to fuck you now?"" He offered to take control.
+""No. I am going to get you off"" She persisted. Jennifer turned herself around, getting them to the sixty-nine position. Her pussy was now a red wet mess, she had taken and administered quite a pounding. Michael groped her ass, pulling his head up so his tongue could meet her lips. Jennifer now had his juice drenched cock in front of her face. It made her mouth water just looking at it. She figured that alternating the hard pounding with soft caresses should do the trick. While he was already going to town with her, she softly licked and poked his head with her tongue. Then she took just half his cock into her mouth, using her lips, cheek, tongue, and sucking power to try and get him off. But Michael was able to hold himself from cumming.
+After a while, they both increased the intensity of their head. She was close to deepthroating him, and he was using fingers and working her clit hard. Her frustration as well as enjoyment hit a new high when he worked her g-spot and clit at the same time. She came again, surprising her greatly. Michael now laid his head back, resting his neck, but still lightly finger fucking her post orgasmic pussy. She pulled her mouth off of his cock. ""I sucked you off in the car so you would stay hard in the bedroom, but not this long"" She said bewildered. She stroked his cock, not wanting to lose progress.
+""Well, do you want to do anal or another position or something?"" He asked.
+""I don't even want to think about taking more pounding right now"" She said.
+""Well, what do you want to do? I am up for it"" He offered.
+""I just want to finish you off and be done, so we can relax"" Jennifer said.
+""Okay"" Michael replied.
+""But you won't cum"" She said.
+""Try it again"" He said. Now he stopped holding back. Jennifer pulled off his condom, hoping to give him a better feel to get him off. She sucked and slurped on him again, his cock now dripping in saliva. Michael felt the tinge and allowed it to happen, finally unleashing a giant wave of pleasure through him, and pulsing cum into her mouth for the second time this night. She was surprised by it, but swallowed nearly all of it, some jizz persisting on her lips. Jennifer turned around and laid down beside Michael, resting her cheek on his chest. They both breathed heavily, recovering from the extended fuck session.
+After a few minutes of relaxed silence Michael said ""Now what?""
+""I need a shower"" She said.
+""Me too"" The duo was too tired to do anything. They spent half an hour laying there together, before getting up and walking into the bathroom. She turned on the hot water, and they stood together under the falling water, melting away. After they dried off, Michael dressed and left, Michael wouldn't stop thinking of her smile or her face for an entire day.
+*
+""On a scale from one to ten, how would you rate your date?"" Ms. Harris asked Jennifer.
+Jennifer thought hard for a minute. ""Twelve"" She said.
+""Could you describe the date""
+""Well, lets just say he has endurance. And he is a good lover, he was good at just about everything. He didn't try to push me around or anything, he was sweet and pushed all my buttons."" Her beaming smile said it all.
+""Would you go out with him again?""
+""For sex, or like to date?""
+""For sex""
+""Absolutely. In fact I plan on calling him today"" Jennifer said.  
+""Was he endowed as his profile claimed?"" Ms. Harris asked.
+""Yes he was really that size.""
+""Ok. That's all my questions. We'll contact you"" Jennifer shook Ms. Harris's hand and walked out.
+*
+""On a scale from one to ten, how would you rate your date?""
+""Ten"" Michael said confidently
+""Could you describe the date?""
+""We met at a bar. We got a taxi back to her place. She gave me head in the taxi. Then we got back to her apartment and made love in several positions. She came probably four or five times.""
+""Would you go out with her again?""
+""Definitely. I am going to try to take her out again""
+""Okay, that answers all my questions"" They shook hands and Michael walked out.
+The Next Day
+""Hello?"" Michael asked.
+""Hi. It's Jennifer"" She replied on the other end of the line.
+""Oh Hi"" He said excitedly, ""I was about to call you.""
+""So I was thinking. Do you want to get together again?"" She asked.
+""Yeah. I had a great time"" Michael replied.
+""How about Friday. My place"" She said.
+""Okay. What time?""
+""See you at eight?""
+""Ok.""
+Friday was five days away. Jennifer really needed time to recover. She forced herself to abstain until then. Michael did the same. The week dragged on for both of them, Friday did finally come however. Friday night Michael arrived at her door a minute before eight. Within ten seconds of her answering the door, they were shedding their clothes in her bedroom. This time she was prepared for an extended fuck session. Michael fucked her for over two hours, bringing her to seven orgasms that stacked up, running together. They used up every position they could think of, rocking the bed in every which way, pounding her pussy into submission. Finally, Michael blasted his giant load all over her tits and stomach. They showered together, and returned to lay in the bed.
+""I think I am falling in love with you"" Michael said after a pause.
+""Michael. I don't feel that way about you."" She replied.
+""You don't?"" he asked astonished. ""I thought for sure you were sending me these signals.""
+""It's just sex"" She said.
+""But I mean, your smile, your voice, like right now. We aren't having sex, we did that, now we are laying naked in your bed.""
+""Michael. Everyone is horny. Why is it that we have to pleasure ourselves? Why can't people just get together and have sex that for fun? That's what this is for"" She explained.
+""But even within this, couldn't some people fall for each other."" He asked.
+""Yes, but its not about love for me, its about sex."" She said.
+""Can't it be both?""
+""If you keep pushing it, then we can't have sex anymore. If you do fall in love with me, then we wouldn't be able to be together at all."" She said. ""All we can do is be friends, and have crazy awesome sex together.""
+""How about we get together every weekend?"" She asked.
+""But what happens if you get a boyfriend?"" He asked.
+""I'm too busy. My career is number one in my life. I can't be bothered with a relationship. I just need enough sex to get me by. I don't even plan on getting married or having kids."" She said.
+""Aren't you afraid of being lonely?"" Michael asked.
+""Yes, but my career is too important to me. So, you want to stay the night?"" She asked.
+In the middle of the night, she woke up from their lovely spooning. She woke Michael up and they fucked again in the middle of the night. Then they fucked off and on all day Saturday afternoon. Saturday night came and they were too tired to shower. Michael spent the night again. They laid awake, tired, but unable to sleep.
+""Are you sure you don't feel anything for me?"" He asked.
+""I don't know. I love sex with you so much, I am not sure.""
+""Do you want to move in together?"" Michael boldly asked.
+""What!?!"" Jennifer asked stunned.
+""Think about it. We both at least like each other. We get along fine. We are both pre-occupied with our careers. Neither of us want the three kids and a house way of life. And neither of us are likely to ever find love. So why not just live together and have all the sex we want, and be good friends.""
+At first it sounded preposterous, but now it made sense to Jennifer. She really didn't see herself ever falling in love. The best thing she could imagine for herself was having crazy awesome sex whenever she wanted, and Michael could supply that for her. ""I'll think about it.""
+A month later, they did, in fact, move in together. They lived together for years. They were indistinguishable from a married couple. The only difference was they acknowledged that they didn't love each other or delude themselves with the typical couple stuff. They kept sex fresh, even continuing to use It's Just Sex both individually and in three-ways. They became the ultimate example of living a life described by the term ""It's Just Sex"""
+126,Keeper of the Streets,dr_mabeuse,Chain Stories,2005-04-07,2005-04-07,2022-01-08 03:50:12,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/keeper-of-the-streets,The city is not what it seems.,"['Bosun', 'End Alley', 'Homeless People', 'Lia', 'Patted Face', 'Revolving Door', ""She'D Night"", 'Slammed Brakes', 'Tall Buildings', 'White Blood']",4.42,"The clouds over the lake were low and slate gray and threatening. There would be something cold and wet falling from the sky before the night was over, and Lia reminded herself to keep a careful eye on Peter Bessinger and be sure to leave when he did. She didn't want to be out in the sleet on Michigan Avenue at one in the morning looking for a cab, not in this outfit.
+The very thought gave her chills, and the thin yet elegant gown she wore didn't help. She finished her lipstick and adjusted her scarf so it hung just right off her shoulders. Mark was right: she did have beautiful shoulders and a lovely neck, and the rhinestone necklace and her upswept hair showed them off wonderfully. The gown was perfect too: a smooth expanse of burgundy satin that followed the curves of her body so closely the smooth rolls of her abs were subtly visible. Not a trace of fat on her. And not a stitch on underneath either. The points of her nipples were just visible, and she liked them that way: sharp little points, weapons of battle in her unceasing war for supremacy.
+Whoever that bitch was, the one trying to make time with Peter B., she'd soon find out that Lia Callison had brains to go with this beauty, and claws too.
+""Too much wine! Too much wine!"" Candy Moser pushed into the lady's room, fanning herself with her hand.
+In Lia's view, Candy's weight precluded her from the immediate competition and so they were friends, or at least as close as Lia as Lia ever got.
+""God, is this a view?"" Candy asked, going over to the large windows overlooking the lake. ""If this is the view from the lady's room, can you imagine what the condos must be like?""
+""To die for,"" Lia said. ""Jason's on the 33rd floor. Jason Grippman? His place looks west, of course, over the city itself. That's really the best view. Looking east you only get to see the water.""
+""But those clouds!""
+""Mmm."" Lia ran her gloss over her lips. ""Yes, I suppose they're nice. If you're a meteorologist.""
+Lia dropped her lipstick into her bag and turned to Candy.
+""Who's that girl talking to Peter B? The redhead. Green dress? Boob job?""
+Candy came over to the sink and ran her hands under the electric faucet. She wet her hands in the sharp spray and patted her face. ""I think that's Claudia something. Something Irish. O'whosis or something. She's on the speaker committee. A junior partner at Ferris. She'll be working with Peter when he goes over there. You know he's already tendered his resignation at Denton- Langer.""
+""Of course I know. Senior partner and all that. Taking his city contracts with him, too.""
+Candy looked at Lia with a spectator's admiration for a pro at work. ""And did you hear about the bonus they're giving him? Pretty much just buying him away from Denton. He's rolling in it now. Probably the highest paid architect in the city for not being a full partner.""
+""Project facilitator, Candy,"" Lia corrected. ""And don't be gauche. What's his interest in her?""
+Candy pulled down some paper towels and patted her face dry. ""Darling, I have no idea. But you know Peter's involved with Polly. He's taken.""
+Candy stopped drying her face as the thought hit her. She looked up. ""Lia, you wouldn't!""
+Lia smiled and shook her head. ""Darling, I'm in PR, remember? I'm always looking for new clients. I'm networking. That's all. Just spreading sunshine and good cheer wherever I go.""
+Sunshine and good cheer weren't what Candy thought of when she connected the word ""spreading"" with Lia, but she had the good sense to hold her tongue. ""And maybe a little good cheer will get you some of the PR for the block seventeen project.""
+Lia shrugged. ""They already have our proposal. But a little lobbying never hurts.""
+Candy gave a short laugh. ""As long as it stays in the lobby.""
+A sudden squall of wind struck the big windows with a muffled boom, followed by the sizzling sound of frozen sleet blasting against the glass.
+""Oh God!"" Candy said. ""Here it comes. We're really in for it now!""
+~ ~ ~
+Despite her plans, at one o'clock in the morning, Lia Callison was indeed huddled inside the lobby of the Adirondack building, looking out onto Wabash Avenue beneath the El tracks and waiting for her cab. Her plan to follow Peter Bessinger out when he left and innocently ask him for a ride fell through when she missed the elevator, and by the time she got down to the parking garage he was gone. Too embarrassed to go back up to the dinner, she called for a cab on her cell and now waited.
+Sleet and snow blew by outside in nearly horizontal streaks, and the wind moaning through the revolving door was strong enough to set it spinning in slow, ghostly circles. Right outside the door, a mesh trashcan had been overturned and garbage spilled out onto the sidewalk. A plastic bag the size of a football sat forlornly in the wind, it's corners flapping and contents spilling out in a most disconcerting manner.
+For some time now, Lia had been staring across the street at a figure huddled in a doorway, so rigid and still it had taken her a long time to decide whether it was really a person or not. It was only when she saw one arm reach out of the shadows to pull a battered shopping cart closer that she realized it was a homeless person: a man, from the size of him, big, and shapeless as a gravestone. She paid him no attention until the thought occurred to her that, although she could barely see him, he could clearly see her standing in the lighted lobby. From that point on she couldn't keep her eyes from him, glancing nervously across the snow-swept street and trying to figure out what he was doing there, why he didn't move.
+She wasn't exactly afraid. She'd lived in this city for the last nine years and had never once been robbed or broken into or even threatened. It was more that she didn't want to have to think about him: about where he'd go on a night like this and where he'd sleep.
+There were shelters for people like him, weren't there? She knew, because her company had handled some of the flyer work for the city-run shelters on a pro bono basis. There were shelters that provided them with a hot meal and a place to sleep or something, and all you had to do was show up. No doubt he'd go to one once the wind let up a little, and if he didn't, well, that was his concern and none of her business.
+But still he didn't move, and she was quite sure now she could feel his eyes on her. She wasn't frightened, she wasn't worried, but looking across the wind-whipped street was like looking into another world. She felt bare and conspicuous, and she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he wanted something from her, something more than a handout..
+Wabash Avenue is the eastern boundary of the Loop. The elevated tracks run right overhead and provide some shelter from the snow and the seeking wind off the lake. But on this night, the tall buildings served only to channel the winds right down its length, setting up a howling gale on the frozen sidewalk. The snow and sleet went flying horizontally down the artificial canyon. It was a night that could only be described as cruel.
+There was no traffic to speak of. It was a Tuesday night and well past business hours, and the Loop was deserted. When Lia finally saw the familiar yellow taxi nose in at the curb and sound its horn she sighed with relief and headed towards the door, her heels clicking loudly on the marble floor.
+The man made his move at the same time, stepping from his shelter and crossing the street purposely towards her, his hands stuffed grimly into his pockets.
+""Oh Great!"" she thought as she leaned her weight against the revolving door. The bum had timed his move perfectly, coming to meet her just as she'd be getting into her cab. The door hardly moved.
+She opened her purse and looked for some small bills, pressing her back against the heavy revolving door and finally getting it moving. As soon as she hit the street the wind took her coat and her scarf in its teeth and yanked at her and the sleet cut her like knives, knocking the breath from her body and bringing tears to her eyes. With her head bowed she had time to notice that the plastic bag from the trashcan was a bag of frozen French fries, and there was a strange, burnt, fist-sized hole in the middle and the fries were spilling out, mashed and mangled. It struck her briefly as an odd thing to find in a public trashcan, and then she turned her back to the wind and rummaged in her purse looking for something to give the man as a handout. There would be no avoiding him now.
+He was just stepping onto the curb as Lia found her wallet and snapped it open. She could just see the man through her watery eyes and see the mound of overcoats he wore, the long scraggly beard, the stocking cap full of holes.
+""Don't take that cab,"" he said.
+Lia paid no attention. She found two dollars in her purse and held them out towards him as if they were a shield. The wind bent them back around her fist.
+""Don't get in that cab,"" he said again. ""It ain't safe.""
+The cab driver slid over and opened the back passenger door and looked at her expectantly. He was wearing shirt sleeves, and she could feel, even smell the taxicab's warmth coming out from the back seat.
+""Don't get in that cab, lady! I'm warning you!"" He reached out, ignored the money she offered and grabbed her arm.
+""Are you crazy? Let go of me!""
+The bum had taken a grip on her coat and began tugging, pulling her down the street. He was surprisingly strong and she was stumbling trying to keep up, but Lia was stubborn and she dug her heels into the icy sidewalk and pulled free of his grasp.
+Down at the end of the block, not fifty feet beyond the cab, a big city salt truck turned onto Wabash, going unusually fast for such a bad night. Its yellow warning light flashed and salt sprayed from the back hopper as he fishtailed dangerously onto the avenue. The bum took her coat again and she couldn't make him let go. He kept pulling her away from the cab.
+""Let go of me you crazy son of a bitch!"" Lia jerked to get free and looked to the cabbie for help.
+There was a deep rumble and a shower of sparks as an El train squealed by overhead, a metallic thunder that shook the ground. Through her tear-dimmed eyes, Lia looked back past the cab and saw the salt truck skidding out of control, sliding through the intersection and shuddering as the driver pumped the hydraulic brakes and frantically spun the wheel. The big tires locked and the whole huge thing started sliding down the street at a sickening angle, its yellow caution light still slapping her in the face like a countdown timer or the strobing light of a stop-action movie. She clearly saw the cab driver's face as he looked in his rearview mirror, the spray of salt bouncing off the car hoods, and then the side of the heavy truck slid into the taxi, lifted the back end up and pushed the cab into the huge SUV parked in front.
+Car alarms wailed and lights started to flash, and the front of the cab wedged under the SUV and raised it up in a weirdly sexual way. Lia saw every detail as the cab collapsed on itself like an aluminum can, like a slow motion study of a crash-dummy test, the hood popping up, the windshield shattering, the fenders springing like accordions, the sheet metal collapsing with a pitiful, horrifying sound. The radiator ruptured and sent a jet of steam into the frozen air as if in manic celebration.
+""Come on, come on,"" the bum yelled above the wind. ""You've got to get out of here! Come on!""
+He yanked her stumbling across the slippery street even as she heard the residual pop and clank of falling metal and the hoarse sound of an avalanche of rock salt spilling from the side of the ruptured truck and burying the cab. Then there was just the sound of the SUV's violated alarm and the vicious howl of the wind through the El tracks.
+""Oh God! Oh God! Oh my God!"" she wailed.
+""There's nothing you can do. Nothing! Now come on!""
+He pulled her along and Lia stumbled after him, her new heels slipping on the hard ice and packed snow. All she could think about was that the cab driver was dead, maybe the truck driver too, and had she been in that cab she'd also be dead, with blood all over her beautiful dress and her new shoes.
+He dragged her around the corner where the wind was still strong but less brutal, and down a concrete stairway. She thought it was the subway, but no: it descended down to Lower Wacker drive, the dark subterranean roadway running beneath the Loop, used for deliveries and freight traffic: a haven for the homeless and anyone looking for some sort of shelter.
+""Stop! Where are you taking me? What the fuck is this?""
+""I saved your fucking life, that's what this is. You owe me.""
+Now that she was out of the howling wind and driving sleet, Lia was able to think better, and she was alarmed.
+""Do you want money? Is that it? I can give you what I have."" She opened her purse and rummaged for her cash.
+He turned his face to her and Lia had a good look at him for the first time. It was the typical homeless face-- the wide cheeks, cold-reddened nose, coarse skin – but the eyes were gray and clear and surprisingly deep.
+""Don't you know what happened?"" he asked accusingly. ""Weren't you just up on the street with me?""
+A gust of wind howled down the staircase and Lia stood there as the snow swirled around them. She was suddenly cold and realized how inadequate her outfit was. He didn't seem cold at all. The layers of coats he wore must be three inches thick.
+""How did you know?"" she asked him. ""Why did you tell me not to get into that cab?""
+He turned and walked down a few steps. ""How badly do you want to know?""
+Lia hesitated. It was dark down here and dirty. It wasn't her world.
+He stopped and looked back at her. ""Well? Are you coming?""
+The man was insane, maybe even dangerous. Lia took a step back towards the stairs.
+""Look,"" she said, trying to sound reasonable. ""You saved my life. Maybe I can help you. I know a lot of people. You need money? A job or something?""
+He stood looking at her until she grew uneasy. She peered into the darkness of lower Wacker and made a face. ""Do you live down here?""
+""I live all over,"" he said. ""And no, you can't help me. Not that way. You don't have anything I want.""
+They were at the foot of the stairs now, and Lia looked around. To either side, concrete loading docks lit by garish yellow sodium vapor lights stretched away as far as she could see, bathing everything in a flickery, unearthly glow. She could look down this side of Wacker but the view across was blocked by a forest of massive columns holding up the roadway above their heads. There were lane markers and sawhorses with blinking warning lights all over, a maze of traffic signals with not a car in sight. The place smelled of diesel fumes and wet concrete. It was dirty, cold, and forbidding.
+She noticed some movement in the shadows on the cold concrete walls. It might have been a trick of her eyes or the lights because when she looked directly at them they stopped, only to reappear again at the periphery of her vision.
+Lia felt a jolt of nauseating fear.
+""Oh my God! Are those rats? Those are rats!"" There was hysteria in her voice. ""There's rats down here! Those are rats, aren't they?""
+She ran up the stairs and stopped on the concrete landing, her heart pounding. He walked back and looked up at her quizzically. ""Some of them maybe are,"" he said calmly. ""Some of them's something else.""
+""I'm getting out of here! I'm getting out of here right now, goddamnit!""
+""Wait,"" he said. He said it with such calm authority that Lia froze in her tracks, one foot poised in the next stair. It didn't even sound like the same voice. She was too startled to move.
+""Ain't none of them gonna hurt you,"" he said in his bum's voice again, more gently now. ""They's our eyes and ears down here. Don't you know that? Can't you see them?""
+Lia turned on him in exasperated fury. Her fear made her angry. ""What the fuck are you talking about? Huh? I don't know you! Who the hell are you?""
+He was staring at her. She could see his eyes in the strange light of lower Wacker, and they seemed inhumanly bright and deep. He seemed to be looking through her in a way that made her want to shiver, and not from cold.
+""No,"" he said softly. ""Who are you? That's the question, Lia. What are you to them?""
+Lia stood immobilized by his eyes. For a long moment her mind just refused to work, and then she felt something strange, like a dry tongue on the back of her neck. The hairs on the backs of her arms stood up and she felt her knees quiver.
+Then the man seemed to turn his eyes off. It was as if he threw a switch, and Lia could almost see the glow fade as he turned away. He shrugged his coats up around him and began to walk off into the darkness.
+Lia's breath exploded from her chest in a shuddering gasp, and by the time she was able to gather her wits he was already moving into the shadows, so swaddled in coats that she couldn't even see his feet. He seemed to be floating back into the general griminess, the dirty gray of his coat merging with the color of the concrete and shadows.
+She was stunned, her mind strangely blank. She realized she was looking down at her shoes, and the sight of them planted on the grimy stair horrified her. She ran up the icy stairs, bracing herself for the wind as she emerged from the shelter of underground stairway. She welcomed the bite of the wind. It shocked her back into herself and cleared her mind, and as her mind cleared she realized: he'd called her by name.
+She refused to let herself think about it. She walked east, away from the accident and the stairway, all the while listening for sirens and hearing none. The entire Loop was deserted, a ghost town of wind and driven snow.
+She huddled in a doorway and called Candy on her cell to come pick her up. Candy was reluctant to leave the party, but there was no way Lia was taking another cab, ever, and the wild fear in her voice frightened her friend. Coming out of the parking garage on Monroe, Candy had no idea of what had happened, and Lia told her nothing, only that she'd been unable to get a cab and was stranded on the street and freezing.
+At home in her condo she locked the doors and turned on all the lights and then, as if the cold had frozen her emotions, as she warmed up it all seemed to hit her. She couldn't stop shaking
+She made herself strip off her clothes and shower, turning the water up as hot as she could stand it, and she stood under the spray till her skin felt raw and parboiled. By the time she got out she was in control of herself again. She put on her terry robe and wrapped a towel around her head, poured some wine and went into her living room.
+He had called her ""Lady"": that must be it. In her state of upset she had mis- heard. It happened all the time with her name which sounded like so many words. As to the other things he had said, well, the man was clearly insane. After all, most homeless people had something wrong with them anyhow: why else would they be homeless?
+The wind rattled her windows and the snow was thick, but down below, eight flights down in the relative calm of the lee side of her building, she thought she saw a shape standing in a doorway. It was hard to be sure in the dark and the blowing snow, but slowly the conviction grew. It wasn't what she saw, it was a feeling she had inside, something about the way he stood, a kind of weight she could feel from. She told herself it was silly, all homeless men looked alike -- walking piles of rags – but there was no fooling herself. It was him. By the time she finished her wine, there was no doubt in her mind.
+She didn't know how he'd managed to find her building or how he'd gotten there so quickly, but she was frightened now, and she wished there was someone she could call. She took an Ambien and poured more wine. She watched TV until she found the remote slipping from her fingers. When next she looked out the window, he was gone. She stumbled into the bedroom and fell asleep.  
+The next morning was gray and blustery, with plumes of snow blowing off the roofs of buildings and the streets black with ice. The first thing she did was go to the window and look for him, but the doorway was empty. Later however, after she'd showered and dressed and was pulling the Lexus onto the street from her garage, he was back, and there was no doubt this time.
+He stood there in the doorway by the same ragged shopping cart, neither looking at her or away from her, seemingly a part of the street. She wasn't frightened any more. Lia didn't frighten easily, and now that she'd calmed down and it was daytime, she felt something more akin to curiosity. The cabby's death hung in the back of her mind like a stubborn nightmare, tingeing everything with a feel of foreboding. She knew that the man in the street was the key to understanding what had happened, yet she couldn't see how she could possibly approach him now. The whole episode seemed like a dream.
+She was distracted at work and not herself. She took lunch in her office and watched the local news on her office TV. Everything was about the storm: power outages, highway disasters. The death of the cabbie was mentioned and there was footage of the smashed cab lying amidst the torrent of salt, surrounded by the flashing lights of the rescue vehicles. Lia sat with her spoon of yogurt posed by her lips and felt a wave of nausea engulf her as she watched the steaming breath of the reporter standing in front of the wreck. A terrible wave of fear at the ugliness and brutality of death made her turn from the TV and stare at the gray blankness outside her window. Fear climbed up her spine and raised the hairs on the back of her neck.
+She threw herself into her work. She made calls, she met with her aids. She refused to let herself think about it, but it wouldn't go away. By the time she left it was dark, and by then her fear had been replaced by a stubborn need to find the homeless man and find out what he knew.
+She didn't have far to look. When she came to the building across the street from her apartment, there he was, standing in the doorway where she'd seen him last night. She pulled up to the curb and opened the power window on the passenger side and leaned over.
+But there must be some mistake. The man who stepped out of the shadows was a business man in a black wool coat with a trim mustache and salt-and-pepper hair. She stared at him through the open window and he stared back and smiled. In that instant she knew in the pit of her stomach there was no mistake. It was the same man, the same eyes. She could see that he recognized her too.
+She fought down a surge of sudden panic. ""What is this?""
+""May I get in? I'm not dressed for this weather. Not like last night.""
+""Who are you?""
+He reached a gloved hand inside the window, unlocked the passenger door and got in. The leather seat sighed under his weight.
+""Who the fuck are you?"" Lia was confused, but she wasn't quite afraid.
+He strapped the seat belt across his chest and gestured with his head as a car behind her sounded its horn. ""I suggest you drive. I'll tell you everything as we go.""
+Lia pulled her eyes from his face as the car behind her honked again. She focused her eyes on the street and pulled away from the curb, her hands rigid on the wheel.
+""My name's Bosun,"" he said, closing the window. ""And yes, I'm the man who saved your life last night.""
+""What? Were you slumming or something? Where's your shopping cart?""
+He smiled, showing even, white teeth. ""It's safe. Waiting for me when I get back. You work at Benrus, right? Benrus and Steele, the PR company that handles things for Ferris?""
+Lia glanced at him sharply. ""Who told you that? How did you know my name last night? Just who the fuck are you?""
+""Turn here,"" he said. ""I want to go down to the Loop. I want to show you something.""
+""No. I'm not going anywhere. Not until you answer my questions."" She wanted to pull over, but the curbs were lined with cars and traffic was thick. There was no choice but to keep driving.
+""Okay. Who am I? I'm what you call a homeless person. A bum. I'm one of those people you never notice. That's okay, though. We like it that way.""
+""Look at the way you're dressed. You don't look homeless to me.""
+""I can make myself look like whatever I want. I'm not what you think.""
+Lia looked at him derisively and opened her mouth to say something when she saw his form suddenly blur and become featureless and indistinct, and the next second the businessman was gone and she was looking at the scraggly bum from the streets.
+She gasped and bit her tongue in fright, instinctively slammed on the brakes and jerked the wheel to the left, almost hitting a parked car. Horns behind her blared
+She looked at him again but now the businessman was back, looking over his shoulder with mild annoyance at the traffic commotion they'd caused. Lia stared at him in astonishment. There was no doubt what she'd seen: his coat had gone from coal black to dirty ash-gray; his hair had grown long and colorless and the very smell of him had changed. The scent still hung in the air, a smell of cold concrete and ashes.
+""Jesus Christ! What the fuck was that? What did you just do?""
+""Drive, Lia,"" he said calmly. ""The Loop.""
+Lia clenched her jaw tight against her rising panic and stared straight ahead, hands in a death grip on the wheel. It must have been a trick of the light. Maybe hypnosis. Maybe there was something wrong with her
+""What are you?"" she asked nervously. ""Some sort of magic show or something? What the hell was that?""
+""Listen to me Lia,"" he said deliberately. ""I'm going to tell you who I am, and then you're going to tell me who you are, because you're not what you seem either, are you? You look like a sane and intelligent woman who lives in a sane and intelligent world, but things aren't always what they seem, are they?""
+She tried not to look at him, terrified he was going to change into something else. Her fright made her nauseous. ""I don't know what you're talking about.""
+He turned so he was facing front and he calmly patted his tie in place. ""I'll tell you this once, because I've learned through experience that once is either enough or it's entirely too much, so take it as you will. I'm one of the keepers.""
+He stared at her sharply, and again Lia had that feeling of his seeing through her, of seeing into her skin. He looked away with a slightly puzzled expression that made her feel she had failed some test. She felt slightly indignant.
+""Keepers? What keepers?""
+""This city is alive. Literally. It's like a living organism, growing, feeling, changing, falling ill and getting better. All these people, all these cars and buildings and stop lights and all the stuff that comes in and goes out, they're like the cells and organs in its body. The city is greater than the sum of its parts, just like a living organism, and all these people and things are running about and living their lives totally unaware of what their function is or that they're part of something bigger than themselves, but they are. And so are you and so am I. But there's one difference: I'm aware of it. I'm one of the few who knows.""
+Lia stole a glance at him, afraid to look at him directly. They were driving under streetlights now and squares of light were passing over his face as he spoke, making him vanish into shadow and then reappear. His eyes were calm and he looked entirely reasonable, and his bland normality only made Lia's rising panic worse.
+""We keepers are like the white blood cells in the body of the city. We hunt through the streets and alleys looking for sickness and signs of infection. We know the signs and we do what we can. We keep our finger on the city's pulse and know when it's healthy and when it's sick. We know all sorts of things. It's our life. It's what we do.""
+""What did you do just now. How did you do that?""
+He sat back with a sigh, unsure whether she'd heard anything he'd just said. ""I told you. I can be whatever I want. I'm not what you would exactly call human, Lia. I find it convenient to appear to others as a homeless person. Many of us do. We go where we want, nobody sees us, and nobody pays any attention to what we do. All homeless people are crazy. Everyone knows that, right?""
+Lia had to look at him. She couldn't help it. She was terrified he was going to turn into something else and she didn't want to be caught by surprise.
+""Are you an alien or something? Is that what you mean?""
+He smiled indulgently and shook his head.
+""Well, where do you come from? Where do you live? What do you want with me?""
+""It's not important where I come from, and anyway I don't really know. I've always been like this, and as far as I can tell we seem to just grow, produced by the city when it needs us. Wherever there's a vacant lot, an old alley, an abandoned factory, we seem to sprout up. It's really something to see. I found a keeper once growing in the corner of an empty warehouse, right under a pile of old newspapers. Funny how that happens.
+""As to where I live, I live all over. It doesn't matter. I might have a penthouse apartment, or I can live in a box under the expressway. Like a white blood cell, I go where I'm needed.""
+Lia laughed. It wasn't a good laugh. ""You're crazy, you know that? I think you're fucking out of your mind!""
+""Fair enough,"" he said, turning in his seat to face forward. ""That's fine with me. In fact, it's better that way. Now, I've told you who I am. You tell me who you are.""
+""You already know who I am, remember? You called me by name last night, so you must have been talking to someone. Who is it? Candy Mosher?""
+Again his eyes searched into her, and this time Lia had had enough.
+""Damn it! Stop looking at me like that. I don't like it!""
+""This is very strange,"" he said. ""You really don't know anything, do you?""
+The question wasn't rhetorical, and as he waited for her answer, Lia felt the goose bumps start on the backs of her arms again.
+""No."" There was a hint of despair in her voice. ""I don't. I really don't.""
+They drove in silence for half a block, and then nodded with his head. ""Turn left at the corner.""
+Lia made a left onto Adams street. They were back in the Loop now, the streets crowded with people going home in the evening rush, bundled against the cold and walking cautiously around the patches of ice on the sidewalks.
+""You know what this is?"" he asked. They were driving past a big new construction site in the heart of downtown, a vast empty plot lined now with plywood construction barrier and pedestrian walkways.
+""I ought to. That's block seventeen. Ferris and Kaminsky's putting up Synergy Tower there. Why? What do you care?""
+""Tell me about it. Tell me what you know.""
+She shrugged. ""Big project, multi-use. Offices and condos. Thirty-three stories, mall, multiplex. It's going to be their flagship building, the anchor for the New Downtown. We're doing their PR, and in fact they're supposed to break ground on Friday.""
+""That's it? That's all you know?""
+She laughed bitterly. ""Why? Lower Wacker's not good enough for you now? You in the market for a condo?""
+He ignored her sarcasm. ""It's not good. They're upsetting things. There's something very wrong here.""
+They came to a red light and Lia looked at him. ""That's one hell of a piece of real estate. People have been after it for years: prime location, right downtown. It was all tied up in zoning for ever and Ferris had to grease a lot of palms and pull a lot of strings to get the permits. Now it's theirs and they're building on it. What's the big deal?""
+He looked at her and in the dark of the car his eyes were calm and clear and level. If he was crazy, he was the sanest looking lunatic she'd ever seen. There was great sadness in his eyes too, and despite her unease, Lia felt for him, for whatever private devils he was struggling with.
+""It's all the layering,"" he said. ""The thickness. You get all these people and their thoughts and plans and emotions. They all crowd together till all the meanings and feelings get all tangled up, so tangled up they takes on a life of its own. That's what makes the city live, these densities of emotion, these layers. Like an emotional compost heap, and then something grows from it. Do you understand?""
+Whatever response he was hoping for from her, he didn't get it.
+""There's something very evil out there,"" he said. ""Our people are being killed. The keepers are disappearing, and there are holes in the worlds. It has to do with that building. If you know how to read the signs, they all point to that building.""
+""You were almost killed last night too,"" he said. ""That's what puzzles me. They were coming for you too, and I don't understand why.""
+Lia felt a chill. ""Me? Why me? Who's coming for me?""
+""The signs were there,"" he said. ""That's how I knew. That cab was doomed.""
+""What signs? And who are you talking about?""
+She felt Bosun's eyes on her and turned to him. He smiled as if to reassure her. ""Nothing human, if that's what you're worried about.""
+Lia saw the red light at the last moment and jammed on the brakes. Pedestrians jumped out of the way, one man bundled up so tightly she couldn't even see his eyes smacked an angry mitten down on the hood of her car and yelled some hopelessly muffed expletives at her. She looked at the crowds of people waddling past. They looked like mummies wrapped up against the cold: faceless, featureless.
+Bosun sighed and sat back in his seat. ""It's very strange. It's like nothing we've ever seen before. We don't know who it is or even what. And now there are signs that tell me you're involved, but I can see now you're not. It's very strange.""
+Bosun folded his hands in his lap and closed his eyes and seemed to be lost in meditation. The light changed and Lia pulled away, following traffic, leaving block seventeen behind. She glanced in her rearview and looked at it again, a great, gaping empty spot on State Street in the heart of the Loop. It had lain vacant for over a decade as developers and politicians fought over it, made deals and sold each other out. Great gobs of state money had flowed into that empty space, commissions had been formed and dissolved, more money spent. Even the Feds had gotten involved at one point , and still not one spadeful of earth had ever been lifted. He was right about one thing, if ever a piece of ground was thick with human feeling - plans and dreams, greed and power and betrayal - that would be it.
+Now, though, as it faded from sight in her mirror, there was nothing to see but the faceless façade of plywood fencing already sporting some crude graffiti, and a couple of construction trailers at the edge of the lot. The heavy equipment hadn't arrived yet and there was really nothing to see. Bosun didn't even look back at it.
+""Turn here,"" he said, pointing to a ramp that led downwards. ""I want you to see this.""
+""Lower Wacker?"" she asked spinning the wheel. ""Not again?""
+He ignored her. ""I don't know why you were pointed out to me and I don't know what this means, but I have to show you something. It might be important.""
+""You don't know this,"" Bosun went on. ""But consciousness flickers. The world you see isn't continuous, but more like frames in a movie clicking by very fast. What most people don't know is that there are other movies hidden between those frames too, whole different versions of reality. That's where I live and where me and my friends do our business, between those frames. I can make you see it. It's not hard, and I want you to know.""
+The car rolled down the ramp, leaving the lights of the city behind and entering the stygian gloom of the street below the streets. The old sodium vapor lights down here gave everything a greenish cast, making the concrete pilings and loading docks look eerily watery and submarine.
+""Ready?"" he asked.
+He reached out and touched the back of her neck, and Lia felt a little jolt, a little electric shock, and then she gasped as a whole new world unfolded before her. For as far as she could see, the sides of the roadway were lined with office cubicles with people working at them, a veritable hive of activity, stretching out as far as she could see.
+Her eyes widened in panic. ""What the hell is this? What is all this? I've never seen this before.""
+""Pull over. Anywhere. Just nose in over there. You're seeing between the frames now, Lia. This is my world, or one of them.""
+She pulled over to the side of the road and they got out. She automatically reached for the clicker to lock her doors, then realized that would be silly. There was no doubt now that she was in another world.
+Bosun came around and took her arm and walked her over to the nearest cube. A man sat at a desk while another man and a woman leaned over his chair and studied some papers with him. There were piles of paper all over. The people, the furniture, the walls of the cubicles all seemed slightly hazy and indistinct. Lia realized that they were semi-transparent too. She could see the curb through the desk.
+""Who are these people? Can they see us?""
+""Oh sure, but they're busy. This is what we call a ghost office. These are people who used to work in the city. They're dead now or they've lost their jobs – it's all the same to them - but they still want to work. It's all they know, so they come here. It's something we provide for them. Kind of a service. They're comfortable here.""
+Bosun slid a piece of paper off a pile on the desk and looked at it, then showed it to Lia. It was old and yellowed and had been glued to another piece of paper to keep it from falling apart. It looked like it might be an ancient papyrus, but all it was a carbon copy of a handwritten bill of lading for engine parts for 1978 Ford Mustangs.
+Lia looked up at Bosun in confusion.
+""I know,"" he said. ""It's meaningless work. They just copy out all these old receipts and ledgers and memos. That's all they do, but it's what they're comfortable doing and they like it. There are ghost offices like this all over the city. There's a special prestige to working downtown, though. This is the big time. But that's not what I wanted to show you. Come over here.""
+He led her through a maze of cubicles and hallways, amidst the clatter of typewriters and telephones ringing, all so strange and out of place with the street above their heads and the asphalt below them. He brought her up short on the edge of what looked like a battlefield or the scene of a meteor strike. The cubicles were crushed and trampled, their neat order reduced to chaos, and garbage and trash were strewn about. A cloud of greasy, acrid smoke drifted from the center of the wreckage where flames flickered dully amidst the shattered desks and overturned chairs and bags of refuse.
+The scene was desolate, but what was even more horrifying was the way the ghost workers ignored it all, walking around with their meaningless papers in their hands and answering their ringing phones.
+There was a feeling of palpable evil arising out of this place, and Lia instinctively put her hand over her stomach to quell a feeling of visceral alarm. She was still holding the useless bill of lading.
+""What is this?"" she asked. ""What happened here?""
+""We don't know."" Bosun said. ""It's a hole in the world. We're seeing holes like this all over. We don't know why. We don't know what's happening.""
+He turned to go and suddenly caught sight of something on the street that made him grab Lia's arm and pull her back. She followed his gaze and saw a pile of spilled trash, as if a garbage can had been overturned. At the head of the pile was a bag of frozen green peas, a fist-sized hole punched in the middle, burnt around the edges, a mess of smashed green peas leaking out.
+""What? What's wrong?"" she asked him.  
+""That's the sign. The killer. Another one's going to die. That's always his sign.""
+""A bag of frozen peas? What are you talking about?""
+Bosun walked cautiously towards the bag and stared at it. It was just a bag of frozen peas, but something hot had smashed a perfectly round hole in the center and smeared the crushed and charred contents all over the street. It was somehow pitiful and faintly nauseating.
+Bosun's eyes went over the rest of the pile of garbage, then he stepped back. He took her arm and began to lead her away.
+""There are signs, Lia. Everywhere there are signs if you know how to look for them. That's what we do. We study signs. We put our hands against the street and feel the life of the city and we study the signs. The garbage, the discards, a pair of shoes hanging from a street lamp, a child's toy purse in the middle of the street, even the power lines over your head. Do you ever look up and study the power lines, Lia? Do you know they change from day to day?""
+She looked at him incredulously as he hustled her back to her car.
+""Do you remember what was in the street last night when I saved you from that salt truck? A bag of frozen potatoes with a hole punched out of the center. That's how I knew someone was going to die.""
+""But why me? I don't know anything about all this."" Lia stopped in the middle of the street and looked at the absurdity of the busy office in the street. Transparent workers rushed around in a ghostly parody of business, some walking right through her as if she weren't even there.
+She suddenly realized that to them, she was the ghost, she was the one who wasn't real, and she was seized by a rising panic, a certain knowledge that she didn't know what was real anymore, only that something might be trying to kill her.
+""I've never seen this place before in my life!"" She was frantic now, trying to explain to him. ""Block seventeen: that's just a project we're doing PR for! That's all, just another project! I don't know anything about all this.""
+She was bewildered and frightened, and she felt tears gathering in her eyes. She hated crying: she detested it. She looked at the bill of lading in her hand it as if it might have some explanation, but it was as meaningless as everything else, and she furiously crumpled it up and threw it away.
+She approached Bosun beseechingly. ""What the hell are you doing to me? Why me? Why are you doing this to me?""
+He looked at her sympathetically, then opened the car door. ""Come on. Lia. It's time you went home. You obviously don't know anything, and I've got work to do. Maybe it was a mistake to even got you involved.""
+""No!"" she shouted, grabbing his arm. ""No! You're not leaving me! Not now. Not until I know what's going on.""
+Bosun looked at her for a moment, then opened the car door. ""Okay. Then let's go. You can drive me. I can get there faster myself, but you can drive me.""
+Lia got behind the wheel and started the car and they took off, driving right through the crowds of ghost workers who dissolved like so much smoke as they passed. Lia tried not to look. She reminded herself that in this world, she was the ghost.
+As if reading her mind, Bosun said, ""It's so hard to tell what's going on sometimes. We all think we understand how we're connected, our relationship to other people and things, but all we see is what's in our own little world, just that little slice. We don't see all the connections in the other worlds, and in the other worlds connections are thick as knots. Things are bound together in ways you can't even begin to imagine.""
+Bosun directed her to an up-ramp that left lower Wacker and brought them up to street level again, but it wasn't the same street they'd left before, and as the car emerged onto street level, Lia cried out as if she'd been struck in the face, her eyes wide with horror and disbelief. She slammed on the brakes and the car screeched to a halt.
+She was still seeing Bosun's world, and what she saw when they emerged onto the street was a bewildering, overpowering riot of color and activity. The buildings on either side of the street seemed to vibrate and hum and the street itself took on the gleaming, living character of a vein or artery, undulating with life. The night sky above was filled with squares and rectangles of color sliding along invisible lines like thoughts in a brain, and the windows of the building throbbed with changing colors and flashes of light. There were figures in the street and she knew they were people, but they appeared as bobbing smudges of light in the frenzied landscape, some brilliantly lit up, some barely glowing, and everywhere were the skittering shapes that Lia remembered from her first trip underground with Bosun, the things she had thought were rats, but were not rats, she saw now. They scurried along the streets and sidewalks, ran up and down the sides of the buildings like ants on legs that were too fast to follow. It was a cartoon world: a world gone mad.
+Everything was alive. Everywhere was the frenzied activity of overflowing life, as if every thought of every mind had a life and a shape all its own, and all waving and radiating into the night air in a cacophony of color and movement that simply took her breath away.
+She could see the signs too now. She could see what was healthy and what was diseased, as if she could feel it with her eyes. She could feel the currents of the people's thoughts and see the inexorable flow of the traffic like blood through a vein. The city was alive. It was humming with life. She was in the bloodstream of a living organism, and she was part of it too.
+""Damn!"" Bosun snapped. ""I forgot. It's too much, isn't it? Too much for you? Where's your purse? Get some money! Give me some money!""
+Lia sat there unable to move, transfixed by the riot of activity before her as Bosun grabbed her pure off the floor and scrabbled inside it looking for her wallet. He pulled out some bills and pressed them against the back of her neck.
+Lia felt that that same electric jolt at the top of her spine she'd felt before, and then she was suddenly looking at the city she knew again, just west of the Loop, the steady traffic and the flow of pedestrians under the streetlights, but the memory of what she'd seen left her speechless and unable to even think.
+""What did you do to me? What did you do? Where'd everything go?""
+""Hold this money,"" he said, pressing the bills into her hand. ""That's what does it. It's one of the best ways to keep you grounded in your world. Take it and hold it tight.""
+Lia grabbed the money in her gloved hand, closing her fist on it, afraid to let it go.
+Bosun stared at her to make sure the crisis was over, then he sat back in his seat. ""The one thing everyone you see out there has in common is that they all carry money with them, all the time. The more money they have, the less they can see the other worlds. The only time they put their money away from them, that's when the dreams start.""
+This time she didn't even bother to ask for an explanation. She only looked at him to see if he were joking, but he was serious.
+""There's a reason that rich people live so high above the street and the poor people live below it,"" he said, and smiled.
+Everything was serious, and everything was a joke, and it bothered her that the wonders he was showing her all seemed on some level ludicrous. She almost wanted to laugh, but she knew it would sound hysterical, and that once she started laughing she might never stop.
+She looked stupidly at the bills she held tightly in her hand. Bosun reached over and gently pushed her hand down. She hadn't realized she'd been holding the money in front of her face.
+As if reading her mind he said, ""Yes. It's a joke isn't it? It's all a joke. That's the way things are. Frozen vegetables. Thoughts as rats. It's just too funny to believe.""
+""Drive,"" he said. ""Take a right here and a left in the middle of the block.""
+Automatically she stepped on the gas and spun the wheel, steering through the traffic, no longer even paying attention to what she saw, not trusting anything now, no longer even questioning what she saw.
+""Listen,"" he said, turning to face her. ""I'm sorry for all this, what I put you through. I thought you were involved somehow. Now I see I was wrong, but it's not easy. Just because I see more than you doesn't mean I always know what to make of it, and I'm not sure of anything with this. I have to talk to my people.""
+She pulled into the alley as he'd directed and looked at him. She wasn't surprised to see he had turned back into the bum again, the very same one she'd seen last night: the filthy gray coat, the bulbous nose with enlarged pores.
+But there was something else too: his eyes had gone dead now, a very convincing hollowness in his bloodshot eyes, as if he really were just some homeless derelict she had picked up and driven around for the last hour or so.
+She felt dizzy and had the curious feeling things suddenly snapping into focus, as if her ears had suddenly popped and she could hear again, but all over her body. She looked at the bills she held tightly in her hand, as if seeing them for the first time.
+""Do you know where we are?"" he asked her. His voice was rough and ragged, full of whiskey and bad wine. ""Block seventeen is right over there. Right through those two buildings near the end of the alley. We're very close.
+""I'm going now, Lia. I've got to go. You'll just have to do the best you can from now on. I'm really fucking sorry about that, about all this.""
+He opened the door and put his foot out onto the alley, then stopped. He looked back at her with his rheumy eyes. ""Probably this never even happened. Know what I mean? Probably I'm just a bum and you've been dreaming. Or maybe you died in that cab last night and this is heaven or something. Or hell. Like in those old Twilight Zone shows. You know them? I used to like them shows. Yeah""
+He heaved himself out of the car and hawked and spit. She heard it hit the bricks. He turned around one last time. ""Thanks for the ride, lady.""
+Lia was beyond words now. She watched him walk down the alley, and as she watched she seemed to see other gray shapes emerge from the very bricks of the surrounding buildings, stepping slowly out of the shadows. She seemed to see them, but she couldn't be sure. She wasn't sure of anything anymore, and she didn't seem to be able to make herself care.
+He stood together with the other shapeless shadows, unmoving, black against the gray snow, then the darkness seemed to swallow them up and Lia lost sight of them. She sat in the car, her hands still poised on the wheel, and forced herself to be calm.
+They were gone now. There was no sign of them. Lia turned off the engine and the warning buzzer sounded in her car, telling her the key was still in the ignition. She pulled the key out and the interior lights went on, and Lia sat there in the light of her car until she began to feel vulnerable and exposed. She flicked off the interior lights and sat in the darkness. The feel of her car, the smell of the leather interior, were reassuring to her. She felt safe and isolated.
+The alley was narrow, hemmed in by two tall buildings on either side. The passageway that led to Block Seventeen was down towards the end, just before the alley dead-ended against a blank brick wall with a big dumpster against it. There was yellow light spilling through the passageway, and Lia stared at the light, looking for Bosun's shadow, which would tell her he was headed to Block Seventeen, but she saw nothing. Wind gusted across the roofs of the buildings above and sent a shower of sparkling snowflakes drifting down into the sheltered stillness of the alley. She sat and waited and listened to the tick of her cooling engine.
+After a time she opened her door. She remembered what Bosun had said about feeling the streets, and so cautiously, she reached out a gloved hand, leaned out of her car and pressed her palm against the bare, icy cobblestones.
+Yes, she felt it. The street was humming with some kind of life, as if a current of electricity were going through it. She couldn't believe she'd never noticed it before, but then, how many times had she ever bent down and put her hand against the surface of a street?
+She got out of the car and the cold struck her immediately. Now that the sun had gone down the air was frigid and a stiff wind had sprung up, making her eyes tear. She leaned against the car and wrapped her arms around herself.
+He wouldn't be coming back. Something in the way he'd dissolved into the shadows told her that she wouldn't see him again. He'd been mistaken about her. He'd saved her life and given her a warning, opened her eyes briefly to another world and now he was through.
+Lia looked down at her feet and listened. She heard the wind, the grinding squeal of the El train reflecting off the bricks of the buildings, the muffled honk and roar of the traffic out in the street behind her. The image she'd seen of the city as a living organism was burned into her eyes, and when she looked into the shadows she still saw things moving, dim squares and rectangles of light sweeping over the bricks, as if she'd been staring into a bright light. The telephone wires over her head seemed to sizzle.
+She began to walk down the alley, watching her step on the ice and keeping a wary eye out now for garbage or anything out of place, for any telltale signs or bags of frozen food, feeling her way along with her heart as well as her eyes and ears. Several times she saw skittering in the shadows, but she wasn't afraid of rats anymore, and she found the motion strangely reassuring. She stepped into the shaft of yellow light that marked the passageway to Block Seventeen.
+Even though her company handled the PR for the project, Lia had never so much as visited the site or even seen what it looked like. Now, as she emerged from the shadows of a neighboring building, she found herself looking at a great, empty space, something dead in the heart of the city. There were banks of huge, bright, construction lights set around the perimeter, powered by rumbling diesel engines, and the whole site, almost half a city block, was covered with polyethylene tarp several layers thick, weighted down with boards and bricks and pieces of junk. There were a few construction workers at the far side milling about the trailer office, but other than that she was alone.
+The polyethylene sheets blew and flapped in the wind, the generators hummed. Lia couldn't be sure, but she thought there was some strange movement at the center of the site, something moving beneath the tarp that didn't look like wind. She blinked back her tears from the cold and stared again, but her eyes were caught by a rustle of movement on the periphery, and she turned and looked at the edge of the tarp to her right.
+There, beyond the glare of the lights, a mass of cable and wires were being slowly, almost imperceptibly dragged under the plastic sheeting: phone lines, electric power cable, armored BX, all slowly slithering under the tarp at barely a snail's pace. It reminded her of nature films she had seen, of a wasp dragging a paralyzed caterpillar into its den, or one snake being swallowed by another. There was something nauseating about it, but she ignored the feeling and forced herself to watch until she was sure she was seeing what she thought and that it wasn't just some trick of the light or the wind. The cables and wires really were being drawn beneath the plastic sheeting.
+She looked back at the center of the site, then back at the workers, who seemed oblivious to anything beyond the circle of light around their trailer- office. There was no doubt now. There was something moving under the plastic, something small, the size of an infant, rolling around in a most unnatural and almost obscene way, rocking back and forth and shuddering, like something being born.
+She had a terrible premonition of blood and hunger, of something that smashes and burns and crushes, and then the wind took the corners of the tarp and set them to flapping like whips."
+127,Kismet Ch. 02,LoquaciousLady,Chain Stories,2008-04-03,2008-04-03,2022-01-08 03:50:18,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/kismet-ch-02,Afsoon's introduction to her new home.,['Sex Slave'],4.24,"_A hearty thanks to RedHairedandFriendly for the editing, the advice, and the opportunity to work with some real stars. I hope you enjoy my offering on this. Feedback is always welcome._
+*
+The sun rose, etching the sky with washed out purples, pinks, oranges, reds, and yellows. Afsoon's eyes opened groggily and she felt the soft feather mattress enveloping her. For a moment she struggled frantically, disoriented and unable to tell where she was or why. Her thrashing only awoke a hundred pains in her body and soon enough the memories of the past few weeks came flooding back. As they did so, tears prickled her bottle green eyes.
+Last night had been terrible. Afsoon had despaired of her life in the end but at last Risay had tired of playing with her and the guards had escorted her forcibly back to the entrance of the harem. Malay was waiting there for her and helped her to the small cell that would be Afsoon's home. Another girl had brought a basin of warm water and rags. The two of them cleaned her and dressed her wounds carefully as she sobbed piteously. Through the night Malay stayed by her bed, caring for her and soothing her back into sleep when the pain or terror awoke her with a scream.
+Now it appeared Malay had finally gone to take her own rest and Afsoon was alone. A breakfast tray stood beside the bed and Afsoon turned to it gratefully. Drizzling the yogurt and honey over the figs, quince, pomegranate and dates, she ate languidly while mulling over the events that had brought her to this point. Her adopted father, Lord Byran, was dead. Her mother, Hera, had fled with Afsoon to Azerbaidistan, the land of her true father, Azlan. Hera was now a prisoner of Sultan's wife, Mada, and Afsoon was sold as common chattel on the auction block to the vile General Risay. A flicker of hope kindled in her heart, though, as Afsoon thought of Azlan, her father. If only he knew of her and of what Mada had done, Afsoon would be freed and take her rightful place in Sultan's home and Mada would pay. Until she could find a way to let him know of her plight or otherwise escape, she must simply endure.
+Afsoon looked up as a shadow blocked out the bright sun streaming in her open doorway. The girl from the previous night stood just outside the threshold, peering in cautiously. Afsoon eyed her, pushing away the breakfast tray, and said quietly, ""Please enter and sit with me."" The raven-haired girl glided into the room as if atop a current of gentle air. Gracefully she perched beside Afsoon on the feather bed and looked at her measuringly with lipid brown eyes.
+""I was coming to wake you. It is well that you rose on your own. It is not good to fall into the oblivion of slumber for release from your sorrows,"" the girl murmured.
+""I shall remember that. But now that I am awake, please stay with me a while.""
+""You are frightened. Do not be. I am Delbar. Malay asked me to look after you while she sleeps. Day is just beginning and it will be evening before Master calls for a woman again. We have our days to ourselves here mostly. There are chores but you will not be asked to help with those yet, not until you are settled in better. The first day after... That is always the hardest on the new girls. I will try to make it easier for you."" Delbar rose and carried the tray to the door, setting it just outside, and then returned. ""Lay back. Let me tend your wounds.""
+Afsoon tentatively settled back and allowed Delbar to minister to her. The girl's hands were soft and gentle. After the wounds had been re-examined and dressed with fresh cloth, the gentle hands began to stroke and knead into sore muscles. Afsoon groaned a few times but Delbar shushed her tenderly and continued to work. Slowly Afsoon felt herself slipping into a state of deep lethargy. As Delbar massaged, she crooned a lullaby in a sweet, clear voice. ""Heart-ravisher,"" Afsoon thought hazily, ""That's what Delbar means. It's a fitting name.""
+Just as she was on the verge of slipping into unconsciousness again, Delbar stopped her delicate caresses and Afsoon returned almost instantly to a state of clarity. ""That will help to ease your aches for a time. If they get too much to bear I will work them away again. Now it is time to properly see your new home.""
+The last words filled Afsoon with dread and anger. This would never be her home. This place was nothing more than a torture chamber and she would be freed from it. But she must bide her time, wait until Azlan had returned to ensure her safety and more importantly, Hera's safety.
+Delbar helped Afsoon to her feet and led her out into the harem. Afsoon's own chambers opened directly off the courtyard. Perhaps this might mean a greater chance of escape, she mused. Her heart fell as she spotted four of the huge guards with their black rose insignia hovering near the only gates out. Other than the guards, there were perhaps a dozen or more women in the courtyard this morning. One was drawing water from a well, others tending plots of lush garden.
+Benches were scattered here and there for lounging or resting in the sun but none were in use so early. Morning was a time of work in the desert, Hera had often told Afsoon. Better to be productive earlier in the day before the heat began to rise. Afternoon was spent doing as little as possible, retreating from the sun's over-bright rays. The interesting stories of her childhood had begun to take on great significance for Afsoon. This was to be her life now. Even when she got free of this terrible place, the ways of the desert people must still become her own.
+""There are chambers on two sides of the courtyard, all housing slaves like us,"" Delbar chirped. ""The lowest or newest women are housed out here. If you find favor in Master Risay's eyes you will be moved to chambers inside."" With that, the woman conducted Afsoon to the doors of the great hall through which Afsoon had passed the day before.
+Again Afsoon took in the beauty of the hall, filled with exquisite art and treasures. This time, Delbar pointed out some of the more notable pieces. ""This tapestry was woven by Malay herself. She would let no other handle the shuttle. And this was imported from Thasily. That statue came from a very famous sculptor in Bythanius."" They stopped and Delbar pointed to a pair of halls running perpendicular to the great hall. ""Those lead to most of the other women's chambers. Be good and you will be here soon. It is cooler in these walls.""
+They continued on a way with her guide pointing out more interesting works and telling the history of this or that object. Another set of perpendicular halls was reached. ""Here are the last six slave chambers. The woman steered Afsoon to the right. ""These are larger, more nicely furnished. This is mine at the end."" She opened the ornately carved wooden door to allow her charge a peek inside. ""I will invite you in later, but for now a glance will do as there is still much to see and I want to get to the baths before everybody else.""
+Afsoon goggled at the alabaster bed frame and rich rosy granite bench. Hundreds of cushions were scattered around wrapped in the finest of cloths. A highly polished mirror hung above a small wooden table that looked to be cypress. Glass bottles of every description littered the vanity. The door was pulled closed again and Delbar turned her guest around to the open doors behind them. ""The music room. Do you play? If we don't have your instrument, you have only to ask and Master Risay will get it for you. Some of the girls even perform for Master's guests.""
+""I'll just bet they do,"" Afsoon thought disgustedly. Aloud she answered, ""Harp, lute, and lyre. I used to accompany Mother when she sang..."" She broke off, her voice cracking and the tears prickling her eyes again. Delbar pulled the girl close and murmured soothing words in her ear, comforting her with ease.
+""It will be well, dear girl. I know things are hard for you. It takes some time to adjust but soon you won't mourn anymore. I take it you were daughter of a chieftain before you were taken? It is a better life here than most of you conquered girls ever lived before. Master Risay gives us so much, even if the price we must pay for it is sometimes great.""
+It was a start to realize that this comforting woman still knew nothing of Afsoon or how she came to be here. She wasn't currying favor with the daughter of Azlan, only mothering a little lost sparrow. Somehow this disarmed Afsoon completely and she dissolved into sobs. Delbar led her gently into her rooms and pulled her down onto a floor cushion. Hugging her tight, she soothed Afsoon until all her tears were spent.
+Finally she began to quiet. ""I am sorry. I did not mean to frighten you,"" the woman stated.
+""Oh no, it was not you,"" Afsoon responded, suddenly concerned with protecting Delbar's feelings, ""It is all -- a little much. Will you show me more?"" The girl was reluctant to reveal too much.
+The two women rose and Delbar guided her back into the smaller hall, moving toward the great hall again. Past the music room doors was another set of double doors. ""The library,"" she gestured, ""You may request any books you like."" They moved across the great hall and down the connecting small hallway. There were again three doors on one side leading into bedchambers and two sets across the way. Delbar nodded to the first set, ""The offices. Master Risay's mother runs the household and some of the girls do work for her keeping ledgers and such. And this,"" she said, indicating the other set of doors, ""Is the Mistress's rooms. It is to her that most requests must go. I am sure you will meet her soon. She usually meets with the new girls their first day but Malay said Master gave special orders about you yesterday. So maybe today.""
+Pointing to the bedchamber on the far end of the row, Delbar announced, ""That is Malay's room. She is Master's favorite. She sleeps now for she stayed all night to look after you. That is rare. You must have impressed her. Or maybe it is just more of Master's special orders. I am favored because I am wise and kind and make the new girls feel welcome. I stay out of the internal affairs of the household, though. Sometimes it is wisest to be neutral so giving no side reason to hate you. That is how I survive here. There are many ways to grow in stature within a Master's household. You will find your own way in time.""
+Leading her back to the great hall, they advanced farther into the mammoth building to a final set of cross hallways. Again leading right first, Delbar showed her charge the cold room, pantry, and workroom. The workroom was large and filled with women making all manner of things from butter and cheese to facial creams and perfumes. Also down this hall were the kitchens and dining hall where the girl was informed she would take evening meals if she were not requested to dine with the Master. A set of double doors at the end of this hall flanked by more guards was the entrance into the house proper through which Afsoon had passed the night before.
+Retreating back down the hall, she was shown the sewing room where still more women were busy working looms to make cloth while others embroidered tapestries and still more created garments in all fashions. A small nod indicated that farther down were servants' quarters and the quarters of those burly guards, eunuchs, who were tasked with guarding the harem. ""Only Master and the eunuchs are allowed into the harem. No other men. This is our home and Master sees to it that we will never be violated here.""
+""Sees to it that his property will never be violated,"" thought Afsoon with disgust and loathing. Finally they returned to the great hall and a short walk led to the baths.
+The large pool was steaming, as it had been the night before. Delbar explained that heat was conducted through pipes to keep it a nice temperature. A smaller pool in the far corner was kept filled with cool water, which was sometimes bracing during the heat of the day and also, Delbar said, would tighten and firm the skin after a warm bath. A series of small chambers that could house at most two or three people were rooms of various temperatures, which according to Delbar performed various functions on the skin and body. Afsoon was shown the dry heat room, the moist heat room, and the cold room. She was instructed to always wear sandals in these rooms because even the floors were heated and chilled.
+Finally Delbar urged her new ward to disrobe and slip into the bath. ""It will help with your sore muscles,"" the mentor explained. With servants looking on, Afsoon again slipped into the fragrant pool. Her chaperone followed and in spite of her discomfort the girl accepted it this time with more grace.
+After the much less eventful bath, Delbar released her pupil to explore on her own and meet some of the chatty, giggling girls who were by now drifting away from their morning tasks and expressing curiosity about the latest inhabitant of their world."
+128,Kismet,RedHairedandFriendly,Chain Stories,2008-03-23,2012-03-17,2022-01-08 03:50:13,5,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/kismet-ch-01,"1. Jealousy puts a young woman on a path of slavery. 2. Afsoon's mother is bought, and taken further away from Azlan 3. Hera plots with Tulay to advance both their positions. 4. Ulvi asks for Tulay and gets his Englishwoman. 5. A conclusion for the chain - but the beginning for others.","['Harem', 'Jealousy', 'Market', 'Painting', 'Queen', 'Sex Slave', 'Sultan']",4.72,"**Author's Note:** _Following is the first chapter of a new chain story which I hope many of you will enjoy. This idea came to me from an Avatar that a poster in Literotica's forum uses. The image is of a painting titled The Slave Market. The artist, Jean-Leon Gerome has many works of art that are quite lovely. This particular one made me wonder what kind of story the writers, here at Literotica, could create for her. I hope you enjoy this chapter as well as the upcoming ones that will include works from both experienced and new writers. A heartfelt thanks to LoquaciousLady for editing. Comments are very much appreciated. Thank you and enjoy. ~ RedHairedandFriendly_
+Hera stared at the woman displayed before the men of the village. Tears fell down her face as she watched strangers paw at her. They ran their hands down her figure, squeezed her breasts, forced her legs apart, and invaded her privates with thick fingers. Yet, she knew in her heart that none invaded her too deeply, fearing the wrath of whomever won the right to possess her. Hera's gaze shifted to Mada, a woman she'd considered her friend; a woman she'd visited once a year for the past eighteen years. This year however, Hera knew would be the last. She would never see Mada again, nor would she ever return to her homeland. Mada had plans for her; she would not grace the market place stage, nor would she have to witness the disgrace of her daughter. For that Hera was thankful.
+Shouts brought Hera back to the trembling, yet proud form of her daughter. Her black hair had been freed of its bonds; it flowed down her back, over her shoulders and caressed the round cheeks of her ass. Her hair, Hera had told her often was her crowning glory. Yet here in Azerbaidistan, it was not only her hair that drove the bidding up, but her skin as well. The creamy white flesh bore no flaws; her emerald eyes made many stop and stare in awe. Afsoon was unique to the people of Azerbaidistan and her uniqueness, as well as her untouched maidenhead would make many envious. Hera closed her eyes as a shout of victory came from the one man she had prayed would not win her daughter.
+Risay smirked. His dark gray eyes connected with Mada's silver ones. He bowed his head slightly, then glanced at the battered woman that stood unwillingly beside the Sultan's wife. Her lips were swollen; her eyes blackened, presumably by the beefy hands that now gripped her arms to her side. One of her wrist looked to be cocked at an odd angle. Risay wondered if her legs, hidden behind the thick skirt she wore, bore similar damage. Obviously Mada had no use for the woman she'd once called friend. Risay knew why too. Mada had shared with him the story of Hera after they had spent hours exploring each one's flesh.
+ __
+""The bitch was my friend,"" Mada muttered as her naked and well used body lay atop Risay's, ""she came here every year. We walked through the village. We shopped. We danced for Azlan. We laughed like children. She dined at my table!""
+""Yet, she hid this secret from you?"" Risay asked, his fingers toyed with the sweaty locks of Mada's hair.
+""For eighteen years she kept this secret."" Risay kissed the Sultan's wife's head and then trailed a finger down her jaw, before rolling her to her back. ""She only told me now because she feels she has no choice. Her husband has died and all his goods are left to Afsoon. But Afsoon is not his! She is Azlan's! If the men in her country discover her lies, then she will lose all.""
+""So why come here? Why confess all to you and not Azlan?"" Risay asked just before his mouth moved to nibble on Mada's neck.
+Mada moaned softly, tilting her head to give her lover easier access to her delicate flesh. She wanted him to be more vigorous in their love-making, but knew this was something she could not have. If she were marked by any other than Azlan she would not live another hour longer.
+""Because I am her friend,"" Mada sneered, ""she came to me in hopes I would appeal to Azlan and convince him to take Afsoon and her into his world. She loves him!"" Mada shouted, pushing her lover away and rolling to her stomach. Her hands moved under her chin and she propped herself up, pouting like a child.
+""And you do not want her here?""
+""I was fooled Risay. I did not know she was bedding the Sultan, my Azlan. I share him with so many women. I wanted one to be just my friend, to not look upon the Sultan and desire to pleasure him. I wanted someone that was not out to gain something for themselves, but to..."" she sighed and licked her lips, opening her legs when she felt Risay's hands nudging them apart, ""...just be my confidant. I thought Hera was that.""
+""But she was fucking your mate.""
+Risay's cock slipped easily into the slick opening of Mada's pussy. He grinned as her muscles clenched around his shaft. As he pumped in and out of her, she explained that Hera had been fucking the Sultan from the first visit she and her husband had made to Azerbaidistan. She had fallen in love, Hera had told her, but because she was already wed, she had to stay with her husband. Her husband had been a great business man and every year they came to the country to trade with the people, staying as honored guests in the houses of Azlan.
+That first month Hera had gotten pregnant; she had no doubts that the child was Azlan's because her husband was aged and they had never consummated their marriage vows. The marriage had been a business arrangement. Hera would be the hostess of great parties and run the nobleman's house and he would provide for her and her family, a family that was not financially secure and needed dowries for their other daughters.
+Risay had listened as his cock had found release once again in Mada's sex. He knew she would not birth his children, nor any man's. Her last child, a son, had almost killed her upon his arrival into the world and the result had left her barren. He pulled from her, flopped onto the bed and closed his eyes. Mada rolled back over, cuddled up to him and continued to pout, then later as she readied herself to leave Risay's bed, she began to plot.
+""Azlan will return in a week,"" she said as she fastened a gold belt to her waist, ""I need you to arrange an auction.""
+Risay frowned. ""Azlan will not be happy to have missed one and if you are thinking to sell Hera...""
+""No. I will not sell Hera. I do not want her anywhere near Azlan and selling her would not keep her out of our lives...my life. Her daughter though,"" Hera sneered, ""she is beautiful. She has her father's face, stern and proud. I want that pride wiped from her ivory features. I want her mother to see her daughter in the hands of a madman. I want her to go to her death knowing that Afsoon suffers.""
+""And who is this man?""
+Hera laughed. ""You, my dear.""
+Risay's brows rose. ""Me?""
+""Yes, I do not love you like I do Azlan. You know this. I do however know how you treat your slaves. I have seen the bruises. I know the stories of how they are abused if they make the slightest mistake, if they do not pleasure you the way you wish to be pleasured. Make her suffer Risay... for me.""
+""Then why not give her to me? Why an auction?""
+""Because I want Hera to watch her daughter be humiliated. There is no reason other than that. I have been humiliated for eighteen years! That I did not see the truth infuriates me! I have been fooled. I have been laughed at and now... Hera can watch the one thing she loves more than life fall to the hands of you, a well known abuser of women.""
+Risay's laughter echoed through his bed chambers as Hera slipped out a hidden door and made her way home. Armed guards, paid handsomely for their silence, remained at her side until she reached the harem courtyard.
+The skin on the inner side of Afsoon's cheek was sore and bleeding. The metallic taste of blood did little to aid her in focusing on something other than the hands that pawed at her. Her gaze had held that of her mother's for as long as possible. The welts and cuts that littered the once beautiful face would forever be etched in Afsoon's mind. The woman that stood next to her held an air of grace and her beauty was apparent. The colors she wore were ones that Afsoon knew to be the colors of Azerbaidistan. She also knew by the stories her mother had told her while growing up, that the woman was her father's wife. Afsoon had no qualms calling another man her father, though she had never met him. The man whom she had lived with, the man that had given her his name because he'd wed her mother shortly before she'd gotten pregnant, was not someone she ever loved. Nor was he someone she would miss as she heard the final bid being held and confirmed.
+Her green eyes flew to those of the _winner_. Fear shot through her as she saw the sneer on his face directed toward her mother and a look of satisfaction when he looked at Mada. Mada...how had her mother been so wrong about her long time friend?
+Afsoon had been told that the Sultan's wife was a remarkable creature. Kind. Considerate. Compassionate to the plight of the poor. Yet when Mada had heard the story surrounding Afsoon's birth and her sudden appearance at Azerbaidistan, Mada had struck Hera, ordered guards to take her and Afsoon away and for two days her mother was beaten in front of Afsoon, repeatedly violated by the guards. Afsoon was threatened the same treatment if she breathed a word to any of her true paternity.
+She would have screamed the truth had it not been for the threat to her mother's life. Afsoon had lived for only one person... her mother. Her life with her foster father, as she referred to him, was not one she had cared for. She was no more than a servant to him. Lord Byran had been a cruel man. Cruel to her. Cruel to her mother; even more so, Hera confessed, after learning of her affair with Azlan. Yet, he had continued to visit Azerbaidistan fully knowing his wife was bedding the Sultan. Afsoon however had never been allowed to travel with her mother. At home she'd remained until Byran's untimely death; her mother immediately packed their belongings and sought passage on one of Lord Byran's ships before all learned of Afsoon's true heritage.
+Byran had left everything to his daughter; why? Hera's opinion had been that in time all would be revealed to their more notable friends and humiliation like none other would fall down on her and her family. They would be financially destroyed, so what better way to avoid the potential downfall than to hide from it? Afsoon begged her mother to not flee, but to stay and fight. Hera refused. Now Afsoon stood, no longer a free woman, but one that would be used just like her mother had been used the nights prior to the auction.
+Renewed excitement from the crowd made Afsoon's attention return to the present. She was pulled off the stage and another woman, equally bare of all clothing took her place. Two men, both elegantly dressed in long tunics moved to either side of her. One took a firm hold on the silver chain that had been attached to a collar on her neck. He tugged it, spoke harshly to her and pointed toward a group of servants as well as horses.
+A house seal bearing a black rose sat snuggly on the shoulder of each man. Afsoon's gaze ran quickly over their figures, noting a blade attached to each hip. For a brief moment she thought of escaping, grabbing a blade and thrusting it into its owner. Yet the words of Mada echoed in her ear. She was too remain passive on the auction stage. She was to submit to the wills of all the men that touched her. She was to go willingly to her Master or...her mother would suffer even more.
+Afsoon was taken away. A cry of anguish echoed through the market place. Afsoon knew it to be the cry of a mother losing her only child.
+Risay remained in the village. He had no doubt that the woman he'd just purchased would be cared for. The men he'd entrusted her to were loyal servants. They knew their place and would take Afsoon to his home where she would be treated like a goddess. Mada was convinced she was a virgin, a treat that Risay's men knew he would enjoy deflowering. When the physicians in the market had confirmed her innocence still existed, he had paid handsomely for it. He snickered to himself as he entered one business after another, conducting transactions that he normally would have handled during a scheduled trip. He found himself looking forward to breaking in the young woman.
+*****
+Afsoon had not fought the guards; the looming voice of Mada accompanied her throughout the trip to what she knew was to be her _home_. Her eyes had remained on her clenched fists. Her naked body had remained viewable to the guards that had taken her from the market place. They'd placed her in the back of a wagon; a pale white canvas shielded her from the sun and other prying eyes, yet the men had climbed in behind her. She had remained impassive as they spoke candidly about what their Master would do to her. Heat flooded her features as they described the man whom she would serve. She learned his name and was soon rewarded with the stories of how he liked to have his women pleasure him.
+By the time they reached their destination Afsoon was shaking. She wanted to flee, yet knew in this country she was nothing more than a piece of property. What freedom she had held in her world was no longer available to her. She had no voice and if one felt she did not exist, then exist she did not.
+One of the guards bellowed loudly once the group had exited the wagon. A woman appeared, her features showed her age as did the silver of her hair. Afsoon looked imploring at her, hoping to find some shimmer of compassion and friendship. A sliver of humanity existed no where in the woman's hard stare and the hope Afsoon held within her chest melted away. There would be no freedom from this place.
+With a deep sigh, she squared her shoulders and followed the old woman down a rocky path. Trees and various flowers grew along side the worn walkway. The fragrant blooms went ignored by Afsoon. Each step she took brought her closer to what she knew, from her mother's stories, to be the harem of her Master. She swallowed nervously; when she entered a courtyard of giggling and chattering females all noises ceased.
+The old woman clapped her hands, gathering the attention of all the females. ""This is Afsoon. She is to be bathed and readied for Master Risay.""
+Soft mumblings came from various groups. Afsoon tried to remain impassive as dozens of eyes stared at her. She could feel various degrees of curiosity as well as hostility. Her mother had tried to prepare her during the short times they were allowed to speak with each other. She had told her how the men of Azerbaidistan would wed one or two women, but keep dozens, sometimes hundreds or thousands in their own mini-community. These women were part of the _Master's_ harem. Once Afsoon had agreed to the terms Mada had set forth, the stories of her childhood became more real.
+A movement to her left brought Afsoon's attention to a woman who looked to be a few years older than her eighteen. She tried to divert her gaze from the thin veiled figure as she closed the distance between them. The woman was beautiful, Afsoon quickly saw. Her hair was black. Her skin bronze. Her eyes were almost as dark as coal. Immediately Afsoon felt a connection and once again hope sprung anew.
+""Afsoon, it is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Malay."" Malay took Afsoon's hand and tugged on it gently. The old woman nodded then walked away. Malay shot a look to several of the other women and most all turned away. ""I am sure Master paid dearly for you. I shall prepare you myself, for I wish to please him.""
+Afsoon went with the other woman. They left the harem courtyard, crossed a threshold that opened into a great hall. Down the hall Malay led Afsoon; they passed intricately carved statues of various gods and goddesses. Paintings. Tapestries. Artifacts that Afsoon had never seen or known existed had been placed on tables of what Afsoon thought was marble. Risay had paid handsomely and it seemed that he could have gone higher if the need had presented itself. This knowledge did not sit easily on her shoulders. A wealthy man was a man that took great means to protect what was his. Afsoon was now his.
+""Here we are.""
+Malay's voice brought Afsoon out of her musings. She stared at a large pool of water. Steam rose from the rippling surface. Several servants, dressed in less finery that the veils of Malay stood ready to serve. Malay clapped her hands and the servants acted quickly. One woman approached Afsoon, the collar and it's matching chain were removed. Another slave disappeared, only to return a few minutes later with a pile of what Afsoon would later learn to be the clothes she would be expected to wear.
+""A bath,"" Malay whispered, motioning to the pool.
+Afsoon stepped forward, timidly at first and then more boldly as the servants chuckled behind their upraised hands. Malay shot them a knowing look and their giggles ceased. Afsoon gave a grateful smile to the woman as she slipped into the water. She breathed deep, recognized the scent of roses and remembered the symbol that the guards wore on their person and the etchings on their swords. ""Why roses?"" she suddenly asked.
+Malay smiled softly, disrobed and slipped into the water with Afsoon. She patted the girl's arm, when she saw the shock of sharing a bath ride over her features. ""I am only here to wash you, prepare you for our Master. I am pleased you speak our language. The black rose is what Risay's name stands for, it is his family symbol and though it is a flower, one should fear the thorns.""
+""Black roses mean death where I come from.""
+""Risay brings death too,"" Malay answered back. Her voice had been easy to read. It was the voice of reason, a voice that spoke of certainty and acceptance of fate. ""Go under the water and wet your hair. I will wash it.""
+Afsoon did as she was told, dipping her entire body under the steamy surface. While she stayed submerged the thought of never rising bubbled to the forefront of her mind. She could stay under the water, breathe it in and end this life another had forced upon her. Another face suddenly appeared, it was the face of a battered woman. A woman that had crossed an ocean hoping to save herself and the life of her daughter. Afsoon rose from the water. She would not take the easy way out. Somehow she would make Mada pay for the crimes against her and her mother. It would take time and right now time was quite plentiful.
+Malay's hands worked scented soap into Afsoon's long locks. She massaged her scalp, caressed her neck and twisted the soapy suds several times before having the slave girl submerge herself again. When Afsoon rose up a second time Malay was there with a pumice stone in her hand. ""Sit on the edge and give me your foot,"" she softly demanded.
+Afsoon watched as if in a trance as the harem slave worked the stone over her legs. She scrubbed softly at her thigh muscles, caressed her knees and calf muscles with care. Her feet were treated with a more vigorous washing and then Malay touched her sex. ""You will need to be prepared,"" she whispered softly as her fingers brushed across the thick black curls of Afsoon's pussy.
+""Please don't,"" Afsoon begged. Her hands came up to cover her exposed sex. Malay frowned and pushed her fingers away.
+""It will not hurt,"" she told her. Malay snapped her fingers. A servant appeared and Afsoon watched as a sharp blade caught the light and its steel glinted threateningly in the slave woman's hand.
+Afsoon acted on instinct, grabbing Malay's hand and reaching out to grip the knife. It cut into her skin, causing her to cry out. Malay released it, not willing to fight the young woman. Instead she watched Afsoon rise from the water and search for an exit. She took two steps before four guards appeared. Their arms were thick like trees, their hands beefy and strong. Each one held a blade longer than any Afsoon had seen before. They stepped toward her. Malay watched with interest as the dark-haired Afsoon tried to take stock of her situation.  
+""Afsoon, you are only going to force them to hurt you. Come back to the pool. There is no way to escape this life.""
+She turned and looked at Malay. Her lips trembled and the tears she'd been trying to hold back fell from her thick lashes. They splashed on her cheeks, slipped down the curve of her jaw, only to become lost in the deep cleavage of her breasts. Afsoon crumbled to the floor. Her hands moved to hide her blotchy features as her body became wracked in sobs that were pulled from her chest. Malay climbed from the pool, dismissed the guards with a quick wave and wrapped the trembling woman within her warm embrace.
+The two women held each other for a long time. Afsoon's sobs soon turned to hiccups and Malay's soothing words soon quieted to a soft hum. Eventually she pulled away from Afsoon and motioned back to the pool of water. Steam still rose from its surface. ""It is time,"" she whispered, moving her hand to the knife that Afsoon had discarded, ""lay down and be still.""
+Afsoon's body trembled as she lay on the hard surface next to the pool. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on something other than the soft touch of Malay's hands moving across her downy sex. A warm sensation floated through her, bringing a moan of pleasure from her lips. Afsoon looked down and saw that Malay had massaged soap and oil into the thick curls. She watched, now transfixed with curiosity as the woman scrapped away the hairs of her sex. Each touch was done swiftly and with great skill. When it was over, her pussy was bare. A soft pink rose up from her ivory skin; Malay reassured her that before she saw Risay the flesh would be the creamy color it had been before.
+Afsoon sneered, muttering low that she cared not for how Risay saw her and prayed that he would die before he reached her side. The swift slap that landed on Afsoon's cheek caught the dark-haired beauty off guard. She shrieked, scrambled back from Malay and stared at her. ""You are not to speak of Master in that way!"" Malay shouted, then closed her eyes. Afsoon watched her, wondering what this woman saw in the man that held her life in his hands.
+""Get back in the pool. I will finish preparing you and...""
+""I'm sorry I upset you,"" Afsoon admitted, interrupting Malay's words, ""I do not want to be here though. I do not belong here. I am...""
+""You are Afsoon, the daughter of Hera and Azlan.""
+""You know who I am?""
+""Yes. I am the only one that does. My Master... our Master beds all of us, but only shares his darkest secrets with me. I know what he has planned for you. It will not be easy for you, but because he desires you, this pleases me. I love him and if preparing you makes him happy... then the rewards will be mine to reap.""
+Afsoon could not help but notice the sound of both admiration and desire in Malay's voice. ""But why accept this life?""
+Malay smiled as she washed Afsoon. ""It is the only life I know. The only one I wish to know.""
+""Not I. I will live another..."" Afsoon did not know if her words were a promise to herself or a statement to simply reassure herself that all was not lost.
+****
+Risay sipped at his wine. His eyes had never strayed too far from the trembling girl who sat on a cushion to the left of him. She'd been prepared by his most trusted woman. Malay sat to his right. A bracelet encrusted with rubies adorned her wrist. The bauble had been presented to her when she had presented him with Afsoon, scrubbed clean and free of all hair but the glorious strands that tumbled from her head to curl down her back.
+He reached out and cupped the slave girl's pussy. His fingers invaded the space that no other man had touched since he'd purchased her. She tried to clamp her muscles closed and scramble away from his touch. She failed, and Risay's laughter echoed through the room.
+He had waited most of the day to sample the dark-haired wench. Now she sat next to him, shaking as if she were cold, when he knew it was the fear in her chest that caused her to tremble. Yes, he told himself, she should fear him. Malay had shared with him how she'd tried to run away, explaining the small cut on Afsoon's palm. He found the attempt at escape thrilling. The woman he'd purchased had spark. Risay liked spark; it was the challenge of extinguishing it that made each new addition to his harem exciting.
+Risay rose from where he'd been dining, picked up the silver chain that hung limp against Afsoon's breast. He tugged on it, firmly but not too harshly. Afsoon stared at her feet, refusing to rise to the knowing pull. Risay frowned, smirked and tugged harder. Again Afsoon refused. A chuckle rose from his lips and he sneered at the top of his newest prize's head. Without a word he wrapped the chain around his fist and turned away. He dragged his slave across the floor. Felt her scrambling to right herself, only to stumble and land on the floor. Not once did Risay stop or slow his stride, if anything he sped up. He felt the answering tug on the chain, gripped it harder and pulled the links sharply. The knot slid tighter around Afsoon's neck. A gasp of fright left her lips and he knew soon she would be clawing at her neck hoping to find the air her lungs desperately craved.
+Only when he reached his private chambers did Risay release the cord. He watched the almost blue features of his slave slowly return to the heated humiliated blush of a girl put in her place. She drew in great gulps of air as she worked loose the knot that had slipped tighter. The chain was released from the cord at her neck by her Master's hands. ""You almost killed me,"" she hissed.
+""Almost.""
+Afsoon glared at the man before her and began to speak, but stopped short when she realized what rooms she had been dragged to. His rooms. The fear of the situation she was in returned tenfold and she stood up, turned to flee, but felt only the grasp of imprisonment as Risay's hands locked onto one of her arms and dragged her back.
+A scream erupted from Afsoon's throat, followed by pleas of mercy. All went ignored, not only by Risay, but also by the men who stood outside his quarters, armed and ready to aid their leader if need be. It would be hours before Afsoon's cries of pain became sobs of acceptance. By morning she was willing to appease her Master with false coos of adoration, worship his manhood with caresses and kisses. In her mind though, she held onto hope... her father ruled over all of Azerbaidistan all she had to do was remain within the territory her father commanded.
+
+"
+129,Kismet,voluptuary_manque,Chain Stories,2008-04-10,2012-02-26,2022-01-08 03:50:20,4,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/kismet-ch-03,1. Wheels within wheels. 2. The Spider sits in his web. 3. A worm turns. 4. Surprises continue.,[''],4.43,"Azlan Al-Barbakh, by the will of God and the strength of his own good right arm, Sultan of Azerbaidistan sat comfortably in his chair. Languorously, he let his left hand run slowly down the dusky back and over the plump bottom of his chosen woman for the night. In time she would enthusiastically entertain him with her body but, he thought regretfully, it would have to wait. First there were matters of state to be dealt with.
+""So to recap your report, Mahmood, while I was out of the city, this woman Hera came to my queen asking for help. In complete violation of the laws of hospitality and of the words of the Prophet himself, Mada has the woman beaten and the daughter she bore sold as a slave. Worse yet, the sale is made to the lover Mada believes she keeps hidden from me, a man notorious for the way he ill-treats women. Additionally, your spies in the _harim_ state that from the maiden's appearance there is no doubt that the girl is my daughter. And the auctioneer made no attempt to determine if this sale had my permission?""
+The object of the royal query stood quietly and calmly in the sultan's presence. Mahmood Al-Bezier was most noticeable for his ability to go unnoticed; a trait of great value to the director of Azerbaidistan's much feared secret service. ""Most likely, my lord, he had no idea who she was. Besides I suspect that he was more interested in the considerable price Afsoon would bring, given both her stunning beauty and her proven virginity. No doubt your queen stared him down in such a way that he thought it better not to ask. What is possibly of more concern is what she has done with Hera. I've begun enquiries but don't have any leads as yet.""
+The sultan steepled his fingers in front of his aquiline nose and narrowed his eyes into that scowl that too often meant slow, painful death to anyone who displeased him. ""She gets entirely too far above herself, does my queen. Harem politics are by nature cutthroat. They always have been and always will be. It is the nature of women when cloistered at the beck and call of one man to compete viciously for his favor. However, this goes too far, Mahmood, much too far.
+""I remember Hera, well and fondly do I remember her. Many women come to the sultan's couch seeking favors or advancement. Hera sought nothing but my love and Mada's friendship. Abusing the hospitality of the palace is not only against my law but against every principle of morality. It is intolerable. It is good that you have spies within my walls, otherwise this crime might have well gone undetected.""
+Mahmood bowed respectfully. ""Shall I have the guards bring Mada and her lover General Risay to you? They think that the bribes they pay those guards hide their secret tunnel and their trysts from your eyes. If I may offer my lord an opinion, you have been too lenient in this matter. Perhaps it is time to bring things to a close? We can heighten the terror by having their own guards arrest them, if it pleases you?""
+""It would please me personally, Mahmood, very much. On the other hand, I have a soft spot in my heart for the alliance we formed with her late father and which continues under her brother, the new king. He guards our northern flank while we expand to the west. I can ill afford to fight a two front war, as you well know. No we must be more circumspect for the present and remember that 'personal' is not always the same as 'important'.""
+Azlan's scowl relaxed and his face grew contemplative. ""I wonder . . . You know, Mahmood, that the sultan's offspring exist solely to further his rule. The sons become his officers and his daughters the means of securing treaties and alliances through marriage . . . at least they have thus far. What might be possible if one young woman were to become a secret agent, wiggling secrets off the pillows of ambassadors and visiting rulers? Perhaps we should not act too hastily in this matter.""
+A slow, thin smile twitched up the corners of Mahmood's mouth. ""Risay's slave women are said to undergo the most rigorous of training. Their skills when fully trained are spoken about breathlessly by those lucky enough to be invited into his _harim_. His training methods are far from gentle, however, so are you _sure_ you wish to have Afsoon in his clutches? She seems to be, after all, your daughter.""
+The sultan's steepled fingers began to tap a steady rhythm against each other and a cunning smile began to spread across his swarthy, aquiline features. ""Yes, she _is_ my daughter. Mahmood, I can often smell when a woman is fertile and I've suspected for all these years that Afsoon was mine. On her yearly visits, Hera would brag about her daughter, how head-strong and adventurous she was. She rode the wildest horses as well as any man and walked among the household mastiffs without fear when even their handlers never approached the ends of their chains. All her life, I was told, Afsoon's only law was her mother's will. If she did not fight to the death at the auction, it could only have been to protect her mother from further abuse.
+""Risay brags that he breaks his women for riding the same way he breaks his horses, but I don't think Afsoon will break. At first she will resist and suffer for it. Eventually, she will become compliant to his desires and learn to accommodate them, but being _my_ daughter it is unlikely that she will actually break. Instead, I rather suspect that she will bide her time and wait for an opportunity to present itself either for escape or revenge. Before that happens we must be ready. We must let her do nothing to jeopardize her safety so make sure that your spies within his household are fully alert. This young woman has great potential as a weapon of state, Mahmood. She must not be allowed to go to waste!""
+""There is one small question, my lord,"" replied the director, ""if she is still a slave, how will she be employed? Are you planning on freeing her?""
+""In time, yes."" Azlan's attention was beginning to wander back to the dark- skinned beauty beside him. ""There is, after all, the question of that rather large inheritance from Hera's husband you uncovered. Fortunately, I can make sure to safeguard that before any more unpleasantness occurs. Eventually, she will be a wealthy woman but before then, Azerbaidistan will have need of the use of her body as well as her brain. Mahmood, don't you think you might have room in _your_ harem for her, at least for awhile?"" The sultan winked at his servant. ""Risay's trained women are not to be missed, after all. Look at this one."" Again his hand stroked the concubine's bottom. She wiggled appreciatively under it.
+Mahmood bowed low and long. ""My lord, I would consider it an honor as well as a pleasure. God grant I might even provide you with grandchildren.""
+Azlan waved his hand in dismissal. ""If God grants it, see that you do, my subtlest of servants. And now you may leave us."" As the spymaster bowed his way out, Azlan pulled gently on the slave girl's leash, bringing her to his knees before him. Grandchildren? The sultan snorted derisively. Offspring were useful but troublesome. Slave girls, on the other hand, were simply delightful. He hoped that Afsoon would take to her slave training well. He was already thinking of ways to employ her.
+Mahmood Al-Bezier padded noiselessly down the corridor that led from the Sultan's private quarters to the well-concealed rooms that held the royal secret service. However casually his lord might phrase it, any request from Azlan's mouth was an inescapable command for Mahmood. So it had been from the day years ago when the young royal Captain had snatched him, an older sergeant, from the scimitars of the infidels. So it would continue until the spymaster finally filled the tomb reserved for him. The Sultan had graciously allowed the epitaph to be pre-inscribed on the lid ""Mahmood Al-Bezier, loyal unto death.""
+Tapping an apparently blank spot on the palace wall, he slipped through the concealed opening. ""Ahmed,"" Mahmood called to his trusted second-in-command who immediately rose from his writing desk, ""the sultan will know the whereabouts of the woman Hera. We have already determined that she is nowhere within the palace walls so the queen must have secreted her in another location. Find her. Then, construct some sort of ruse whereby the queen thinks that she is dead and bring Hera away. His lordship commands it.""
+Ahmed bowed low. ""It will be as the Sultan commands. If the woman is still alive, we will know it and take the necessary action. Does his lordship want her brought back here?""
+""He did not say,"" came the answer, ""but it would seem unwise to have her where the queen might accidentally discover her. No, have her taken to the winter palace and see to it that the College of Physicians and Bonesetters attends to her. I am not sure what his lordship plans for her but she must be healed and well as soon as possible.""
+The spymaster turned away and entered his private cubicle. There he sat down on the silken cushions before his own writing desk, lit the hookah next to him with a coal from the brazier and puffed the water-pipe into life. _Now_ , he thought, _the next problem will be to make sure that Afsoon is properly trained without getting herself harmed. Malay has a good heart for such things but Delbar is the older, more experienced agent and the more motherly. A much better choice._
+Mahmood leaned back, smiled to himself and began to apply his considerable intellect to the unfolding puzzle. This was going to be interesting.
+
+"
+130,Kismet,TE999,Chain Stories,2008-06-25,2012-03-12,2022-01-08 03:50:22,5,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/kismet-ch-04,1. Afsoon makes a friend - and gains a lover. 2. Afsoon and Farisa swear a blood bond with each other. 3. Afsoon and Farisa escape from General Risay's harem. 4. Afsoon and Farisa fight side by side with the Black Watch. 5. A score is settled and a villain is punished.,"['Adventure', 'Fantasy Adventure']",4.41,"_Hearing the faint calls of migrating geese, Afsoon reined in her stallion and removed the hood from her hunting falcon. It clung to her leather glove, talons flexing in anticipation. When the vee formation was directly overhead, she loosened the birds jesses and sent it soaring in pursuit._
+ _Moments later it plummeted down on the flock, taking one of it's members with a puff of feathers. Afsoon saw her bird drop to the ground with it's prey behind the bushes at the edge of the oasis. A gentle nudge with her heels sent her mount galloping to where the bird landed. The falcon waited patiently atop it's kill until she dismounted, then flew to her outstretched gloved hand._
+ _Returning the falcon to it's perch on her saddle, she drew her knife and expertly removed the birds heart, giving it to her hunting companion as a reward. Hearing hoof beats, she looked around to see Azlan and the rest of the hunting party riding toward her calling her name, ""Afsoon. Afsoon…""_
+Afsoon arose from her cot, blinking the sleep from her eyes, savoring the bittersweet memories of her dream. A long and bitter month had passed and she was still in General Risay's harem, a sexual plaything to be used as her master saw fit. With a sigh she gathered up her soaps and lotions and walked down the sun lit hall toward the baths.
+Discarding her robe, she eased into the soothing perfumed waters, sighing in pleasure. Laving her body with a scented soap, she was pleased to see the bruises from her last encounter with General Risay had almost disappeared. Why did he ravish her so brutally? She was fawningly compliant and amorous, yet he was still coldly abusive. A flash of hatred swept through her. _If it costs me my life, I will make him pay for what he has done to my mother and I…_
+The piping voice of Ahmed the chief eunuch interrupted her vengeful reverie. He waddled through the entrance to the baths leading several women by a chain attached to their collars, their heads hung low in fear and shame at their nudity. Many were olive skinned or fair, but one stood out from the rest and Afsoon's eyes were drawn to her. She was tall with skin of bluish black, her carriage erect, her head held high as she looked about her with interest rather than fear. Afshoon noticed her wrists were shackled and the other women's were not. Snapping black eyes met hers as she stared and the woman flashed her a dazzling smile. Afshoon smiled in return, sensing the woman's strength and courage. She stood up in the shallow bath, water sheeting from her body as they gazed appraisingly at one another. Then the woman and her unhappy companions were led to the far end of the pool to be washed and prepared for their lives as members of Risay's harem.
+Afsoon lay back in the waters, images of the ebony-skinned beauty flashing through her mind. In spite of her captivity, the woman seemed proud, almost defiant, yet her eyes spoke of a tenderness cleverly concealed. Completing her bath, Afshoon returned to her quarters to find a breakfast of goats milk, pomegranates, dates, flatbread and honey waiting for her. Although it made her flesh crawl, she repeatedly lavished false praise and affection on her brutal captor; doing this, and by satisfying his depraved urges, she had become one of his favorites. Savoring each bite, she then wrapped her multi-colored robe about her and slid into her sandals to begin another day of captivity.
+***
+Afsoon pulled the curtain aside and stepped from her room. _Another day as a caged bird, compelled to sing sweetly for it's captor…_ lost in thought she turned and almost collided with the tall black woman she had seen in the baths. She was dressed in a colorful robe and her hair was close cropped against her head. The woman smiled at Afsoon and she smiled back.
+Afsoon cleared her throat, ""My name is Afsoon.""
+The woman smiled and nodded, but did not speak. Afsoon repeated herself in another Farsi dialect, then a third. She received a smile in return, nothing more. Then Afsoon remembered the universal trade language her father used when negotiating with silk merchants.
+""Afsoon I am called. You?""
+The woman's smile became a broad grin.
+""Farisa of the Selam people. At last, one who speaks that I can understand. This place, where is it? Why am I here?""
+""Azerbaidastan, it is called. The palace of one General Risay is where we are."" She hesitated, unsure of the words to convey the purpose they all served.
+""To pleasure and amuse the general. To do his bidding. His property, we all are.""
+Farisa scowled and her body stiffened.
+""This one called Risay, own us, he does? Lie with him, we must? If I must lie with him, his death will be swift.""
+Afsoon shook her head. ""No Farisa. Guards he has in great number. Dead, you would be. With me you will come, and I will explain all.""
+Farisa shrugged and followed Afsoon into her room.
+***
+In the complex social microcosm of the harem, alliances were formed and dissolved, friendships were created and destroyed, secrets kept and revealed, thus no one could feel entirely safe baring their soul to another. Afsoon and Farisa were the exception. In the weeks that followed, a bond developed between them and they became friends.
+.
+Farisa's initiation as a sex slave, due to her stubborn resistance, was brutal. When she stumbled into Afsoon's room, ravaged and beaten, Afsoon tended to her, applying poultices of herbs and oils and binding her wounds. Farisa returned the kindness when Afsoon was herself cruelly used and their friendship deepened.
+***
+In the third week of Farisa's servitude, she and Afsoon watched from the shade of a veranda as a mounted troop of Risay's army rode forth to do battle with marauding groups of Bedouins.
+Both the risen dust and quiet settled on the compound when the women decided to bathe. Strolling naked down the mosaic tiled corridor to the baths, they relaxed into the scented waters and washed each other, gently laving healing wounds.
+Not for the first time since they met, both women felt the stirrings of desire at their companions touch. Hands lingered on sleek, wet bodies while laughing and playing in the perfumed waters. The gentle caressing continued as they dried each other.
+Returning to Farisa's room, they nibbled on their mid-day meal, enjoying the relaxed of the harem. They reclined on sleeping mats, half dozing. Farisa's hand found Afsoon's and clasped it feeling a squeeze in return.
+Afsoon began to cry softly, relishing the quiet and Farisa's companionship, but knowing such tranquility was fleeting in the harsh world they occupied. She began to cry harder as the fears and terrors held in for so long came boiling to the surface.
+Farisa gathered Afsoon in her arms and held her close, her head between Farisia's full breasts. They rocked together as Farisa crooned a lullaby her mother sang to her.
+""The night is your blanket
+My body your sleeping place
+Sleep gently little one
+You shall fear nothing
+I will protect you from harm…""
+Afsoon did not understand the words, but the tone was soothing and she snuggled closer, enjoying Farisa's warmth. Farisa lifted Afsoon's face from her breasts and kissed her softly on the lips. Afsoon sighed and returned the kiss, her arms around Farisa's waist. Soft kisses became more lingering, tongues tentatively explored mouths, hands caressing smooth skin.
+Little moans escaped their throats as the ashes of desire began to glow in hearts so long denied any trace of affection. Farisa lay back
+with Afsoon on top of her. Their stiff nipples brushed together as Afsoon slid between Farisa's thighs.
+Kissing and hugging, they rubbed their damp pussies against each other, increasing their movements as their passions rose. They were feeling things nearly forgotten in the brutal world of a sex slave; tenderness, desire and the beginnings of a genuinely satisfying orgasm. Farisa gripped Afsoon's buttocks, body shaking as their labial lips and clits ground together and a powerful orgasm consumed her. Afsoon moaned, hips jerking as her orgasm spread through her body in waves of bliss.
+They continued to rub against one another until they each had a second orgasm. Supple bodies dripping with sweat, they relaxed and their breathing returned to normal.
+""Your skin feels like silk"" Afsoon said throatily, cupping Farisa's breast and teasing the nipple with her thumb.
+Farisa slid a finger in her partners wet pussy and wiggled it around. ""So does this,"" she replied with a chuckle.
+They shared a goblet of pomegranate wine, lazily caressing each other. Afsoon kissed her way down Farisa's muscled stomach, licking the belly button then traveling lower. The aroma of Farisa's newly fucked pussy was making her mouth water. Reaching the glistening pink slit, she tongued deeply in the slick flesh tasting Farisa's warm nectar. Farisa moaned as Afsoon's tongue caressed the silky pink walls of her aching pussy.
+Afsoon's tongue was driving Farisa wild with passion. She gathered handfuls of her lover's long dark hair, gently urging her to fill her mouth with wet pussy flesh. Farisa screamed as Afsoon sucked the pink labial lips in her mouth, greedily drinking the warm fluids flowing between them. Farisa's hips bucked as her pussy and clit were licked and nibbled, Afsoon purring with pleasure while she brought her lover to the brink of orgasm repeatedly until she sent her crashing over in a howl of esctacy.
+Farisa tasted herself on Afsoon's lips as they kissed and snuggled in the aftermath of Farisa's sweet release. Farisa's lips began their own journey on Afsoon's body, laving her stiff nipples and pebbled aureoles with her tongue as Afsoon sighed happily. She moved slowly down her lover's rounded belly, teasing the button then parting the golden thighs as she tasted Afsoon's plentiful juices.
+She gripped Afsoon's buttocks, and delved deeply into the juicy folds with her long pink tongue, nipping gently at the engorged pussy lips. Afsoon writhed while her lover devoured her sopping pussy. She spread her legs wider to encourage Farisa to eat her; eat her and never stop.
+Afsoon jerked and moaned as Farisa slid a wet finger into her lover's puckered asshole, pumping slowly as she nibbled the puffy clit and sucked it between her teeth. Afsoon's thighs tightened against Farisa's head as the licking and sucking increased sending waves of delight through her body.
+Growling in passion, Farisa lashed Afsoon's clit with her tongue and added a second finger pumping in the tight asshole. Afsoon's back arched as her orgasm swept through her body, filling her lover's mouth with salty juices that she eagerly swallowed. Farisa coaxed two more orgasms from Afsoon, then crawled up and embraced her as she panted from her exertions.
+Green eyes met shiny black as they smiled and kissed tenderly, cuddling together and falling asleep in each others arms. The past was behind them, the future unknowable, but for now they had each other and that was enough.
+***
+Delbar was passing Farisa's room when she heard the sounds of lovemaking. She paused for a moment listening to the cries of passion, peeked through the curtain and smiled. In her youth she had numerous female lovers in the harem, many of whom were sold or died while she somehow remained.
+ _Take comfort in one another my dears. Share the tenderness that only lovers can know. Find solace in one another. Be at peace._
+She padded to her quarters and prepared a report on this latest development in Afsoon's life to Mahmood Al-Benzair. A soft whistle brought a trusted courier who left immediately for the sultans palace. Then she relaxed with a goblet of wine, anticipating the couriers return with her payment of three gold Talents. Soon she would have enough to purchase her freedom.
+ **End.**
+
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+131,Laresa's World Ch,RedHairedandFriendly,Chain Stories,2006-08-29,2007-05-02,2022-01-08 03:50:31,6,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/laresas-world-ch-01-adam,1. A Genie and the people who knew her. 2. One Genie is powerful; what happens when you add another? 3. Non-erotic adventure for Genie in the Ring. 4. Tragedy propels Laresa into the arms of a Knight. 5. Jealousy drives him to abuse Laresa's powers. 6. Horace's lust leads Laresa down a path.,"['Alladin', 'Brothel', 'Cabin Boy', 'Gambler', 'Genie', 'Magic Ring', 'Ranch', 'Saloon', 'Ship', 'Western']",4.67,"_Somewhere at sea. . .1687 A.D._
+The clouds rolled thick over the darkening skies. Jonathan Wright studied them. His blue eyes taking in the size as well as the menacing color. It would be a strong storm, one that would take down several ships. Many were at sea this night and many would perish. He was not going to be one of them. He touched the amber stone on his right hand, twirling the ring counter-clockwise until it warmed under his command. A soft wave of heat ran through from his ring finger to his palm. Staring in awe, he watched the haze of glimmering gray appear. The tendrils formed into Laresa, the woman that had made him who he was.
+She turned to face him and he was lost in her beauty. The pale violet eyes glimmered and he saw she was happy to see him. He'd not visited her since the trip began, worried that another would see her beauty and discover their secret. ""You've called, Master.""
+""There is a storm, Laresa,"" Jonathan stated solemnly. He looked out the small slit that served as a window for his private cabin. ""This ship must see its way through it.""
+""Yes, Sir,"" Laresa said, her voice gave Jonathan no worry that his desire would not be met. ""Laresa, when it is safe, come to me.""
+""Sir?"" she asked. He could tell she was questioning him, something he had given her free reign to do.
+""It is time Laresa. You have served me for several years now."" Jonathan lay down on his bed and waved her toward the window. ""Calm the storm and then come to me. My life is ending and it is with you I wish to please, before I go.""
+He watched her gaze shift from his old, frail body to the ocean that pounded at the ship. He felt the wind settle and the rolling cease and knew the waters were calm and the clouds no longer gray and black. He felt the bed shift and opened his eyes to gaze at the beautiful woman that was crawling toward him.
+He pushed his fingers into her long silvery tresses. ""Will you do something for me?""
+""Sir, you're not gone yet. You've only to ask,"" she told him.
+""I know. You have saved me many times, but I am ready. You know my Rebecca, remember her from the painting?"" Jonathan asked.
+""Yes,"" Laresa said. Once he asked her she became his Rebecca. Her features became those of a young woman, just reaching twenty years and he whispered for her to take him back. Jonathan watched in wonder as his hand, now free of age spots, stroked the raven locks of his long dead wife.
+""Thank you, Laresa.""
+Jonathan passed that night, with the name of his wife on his lips. His aged body was found the next morning by a young cabin boy, named Seth. Seth sighed and muttered that it was about time the strange man passed away. He'd been caught talking to himself several times and it was apparent to many that he was sick in the head. As the young lad, turned away, intent on telling the Captain of their passenger's death, his eyes spotted the ring worn on the frail finger. He smiled, and walked over to the stiffened corpse. ""What have we here,"" he whispered.
+His fingers gripped the hardened hand and he pulled the ring off the dead man. ""This will fetch a fine price."" He tucked the ring into his breast pocket and left the room, in search of the Captain. Seth found him, delivered the news and then gathered up the supplies to wrap and secure the man's body in linen. It took no time at all for the ship to drop their passenger into the water, a prayer was offered up and Jonathan Wright, slipped into his dark watery grave. Seth whistled a tune and began his duties.
+When the _Shadowy Dog_ sailed into the Port of Royal, it was with a new lease on life, one he could only thank to the beautiful woman in his pocket. He thought of Laresa and how he'd discovered her. He'd taken the ring from his pocket the same night the old man had dropped into the sea. He felt the weight of it all day, so slipping it onto his dirty finger was bound to happen, but when he made move to take it off, fearful of being caught with the trinket, he found it stuck. He'd twisted it left, than right, several times, but stopped when it started to warm his palm. Fear shot through him as smoke lifted from the stone and took shape into a woman.
+Seth dropped to the ground and muttered prayers to the Saints, hoping that the witch would make his death swift and easy. The voice of an angel came forth and her words changed the young Cabin Boy's life. ""Good evening Master, how may I serve you?"" the melodious sounding vision spoke quietly to the trembling boy.
+His eyes grew wide and he looked around, fully expecting to see the Captain of the ship barreling down on him. When nothing happened Seth looked up and studied the woman. Her hair, a silvery shade, hung down her back in curls that flowed like a waterfall. Seth stared at her gown, one of sheer blue, and then green, then pink. It changed as the wind pushed it over her trim figure and full breasts. Her eyes were the color of the deepest ocean he'd traveled upon, then they shimmered to another color, one of the brightest grasses he'd played on as a child. ""Master?"" he whispered, not sure who or what would hear him.
+""Yes, Master, what is it you wish of me. I am here to please you.""
+The vision did talk and this gave Seth a shiver that ran down the length of his spine. ""Please me? What foolishness is this? What witchcraft do you practice?"" Seth stood up on shaky legs and looked down on the ring he still wore. The stone was cold, as was the band and Seth saw the brightness of the jewel was now dull, its color stale.
+""I am not a witch, but a genie. My name is Laresa and I am yours to command."" The woman smiled warmly. Her gaze focused on the young man at her feet. She lowered herself and allowed her feet to touch the ships deck.
+""You were in here?"" Seth asked, pointing to the ring.
+""Ah, yes. That is my home. I have lived thousands of years in that ring and have traveled to many places because of it. Is there a place you'd like to travel?"" she asked, her eyes flickered between green and gold.
+Seth laughed. ""Well we be on a ship in the middle of the ocean. I don't think where I wish to travel is much of an option.""
+""It can be, if it is your desire,"" Laresa told him. She studied him and he felt her eyes taking in his small, lean frame, before turning her attentions to the ship. ""This is the same ship that my last Master was on, is it not?""
+""If you mean the old man, than yes, it is. He passed away and gave me your ring."" Seth saw her eyes flash and he knew he'd been caught in a lie.
+The vision disappeared as fast as she had appeared, leaving Seth blaming his ration of rum for the vision of youth and beauty that stirred his thoughts and made him dream.
+~ ~ ~ ~ ~
+ _Wild, Wild West - 1832_
+Laresa had felt herself drawn back into the ring. The boys lie forcing her back to her prison. Once inside the amber jewel she waited in silence. Her mind drifting back and forth over time and space, as memories of her past Masters and Mistresses filled her. She would miss Jonathan, but was glad to have made his last moments on this world called Earth, pleasant. He'd never mistreated her, lied to her, used her as a way to gain his sexual pleasures, not until the end. She was glad to become his wife for him. His love for the sweet Rebecca had kept him from acting on man's natural instinct.
+Now she found herself curious who would find her next. Where would she be? Where would the curse take her? What land? Time? World? When the warmth of the jewel began to wash over her, she felt the tug to leave her home and serve the one that called her. ""You have called Master, how may I serve you?"" she whispered into the shocked face of a man that looked to be thirty or thirty- five Earth years.
+""Damn, I drank too much last night,"" her new Master muttered. Laresa breathed in the aroma of whiskey and fought the urge to agree with him.
+""Master. You called. May I serve you?"" she asked again. As he recovered from the shock of seeing her, she appraised her new surroundings. ""Ahh. I've not been in this time, in quite a while. It was always a colorful era.""
+Adam Steller looked through blurry eyes at the woman in front of him. He had been busy congratulating himself on the final win at the tables and was busy playing with the bauble that the young lad had tossed in as a bet. Adam figured it was stolen, but he didn't care. The young kid had tried to cheat and no one, no matter how drunk Adam was, cheated at cards when he was playing. The fact he now owned some patch of land and a ring that the kid had deemed worthy enough to bet, but not worthy enough to wear, didn't matter to Adam. He just wanted to take the lad for every cent. He wasn't expecting some woman, barely clad, to jump out of the ring and ask to serve him.
+""Serve me, huh? A purty filly like you could service me all ya like. How about we find a place to cuddle?"" Adam said, followed by a large belch.
+Laresa shuddered, but did as she'd been commanded. She couldn't believe she'd gone from one old man, with a sense of decorum, into the hands of another full of drink. She shouldn't have been surprised; she'd been living this life for so long. Yet, there was always that hope, deep inside that her life would be more than another command. She lifted her right palm and a small glow of light appeared, then a soft breeze. The shimmering light grew brighter as the wind grew stronger. When Laresa settled the light and calmed the breeze she and her Master were in a room, above the alley where Adam had summoned her.
+Adam's eyes grew wide and he instantly sobered. ""How the hell did we get up here?"" He looked around, recognizing Miss Sally's private bedroom.
+""How did you know I wanted to come here?"" he asked, eyeing the beautiful woman in front of him. A different kind of drunk began to wash over him. One that was anything but dulling to the senses.
+""I used the image you seemed to want the most. This is satisfactory; isn't it?"" she asked.
+""Oh yes, but . . .awww hell, forget it. I've had to much to drink. You said you'd service me so let's see how well you can do that."" Adam began to pull his boots off and had them both tossed to the side when he glanced up at the woman. ""Go lock the door, so we aren't interrupted, then I want you naked. I haven't had a good ride since I came into town. The saloon girls are occupied tonight with some rancher and his boys. But it looks like I got the best gal of the bunch.""
+Laresa walked over and studied the door. She touched the brass knob and felt it lock beneath her fingers. She then turned and faced her Master. ""Do you wish to know the rules?"" she asked.
+""Rules? There are no rules, you said you would serve me and I'm your Master, so get on with it."" Adam already had pulled his dusty shirt off and was pulling his pants down. His sex jutting out and waiting to be used.
+Laresa stared at the dirty man, and felt herself wanting to balk, but a stronger pull forced her to remove her clothing. When she was naked, as her Master had told her to be, she walked over to him and stood, waiting for his instructions.
+""Damn, are you a new whore?"" Adam muttered and grabbed her arm. ""You offered so now I expect you to deliver.""
+""What is it you wish?"" Laresa asked, the biting grip, dug into her arm.
+""Whatever I want, huh. On your knees then and suck me off,"" he growled, grabbed her hair and pushed her down.
+Laresa felt the sting in her scalp and knew that this Master was not going to be an easy one to please. She hoped her time with him would be short. Sadly, she knew it was not going to be anytime soon. She opened her mouth and lifted her hands to guide his thick rod into her warmth. Her tongue moved over the head, then down the front of his shaft. The scent of the unwashed Texan filled her nostrils and she pushed it away as she took him deeper. Her fingers moved down the base of his cock, stroking, and twisting as she maneuvered her head so her jaw was dropping deeper with each plunge.
+Adam watched her blanket him. His hips moved in time with her sucking and his hands curled into her thick sliver locks. ""Yeah, like that. Take it all, you're good whore,"" he moaned.
+Laresa blanched at the degrading word, and let her teeth graze harder than she knew she should have, she felt the stab of pain from defying her Master and knew he had tugged harder because of her will. ""Don't do that again, bitch.""
+She didn't.
+With closed eyes she began to concentrate on the tool in her mouth. Her muscles worked to milk the blood through the veins and she felt the hot liquid slide and course its way through his member. One hand teased his balls, the other reached up the length of his hairy torso. When she felt his nipple, she tweaked it and brought a moan of pleasure from her Master's lips.
+Adam continued to hold her head to his cock, ramming her with several thrusts and cursing as he felt his blood boil. ""Harder. . .oh yeah. . .like that. . .don't stop,"" he grunted as the first rope of seed shot through his cock and splashed against the back of her throat. He held her to him, forcing her to breathe out of her nose and take three loads of hot milk. When he was finished he pulled her off his dick and picked her up.
+""Damn, how much are you?"" he muttered and climbed onto the bed.
+""I am here to serve you Master, I do not require payment,"" Laresa answered back.
+The cowboy laughed and grabbed her legs, spreading them wide. He stared down at her soft, white curls and noted their beauty. ""I gotta taste that,"" he groaned and dropped down to bury his face between the woman's creamy thighs.
+Laresa was a genie, but she was also a woman. She accepted her fate long ago and in time learned there were things she could do to make her life pleasurable too. What the cowboy was doing now was one of the things she enjoyed most. She closed her eyes and felt the whiskers biting against her skin. The hot tongue swept over her clit, before her Master tugged on the strip of flesh, that brought her hips up and thrashing madly. Her fingers curled into the sheets as the warmth of his lungs covered her sex and slipped over her flesh.
+""So good, damn good whore,"" Adam muttered. He wasn't sure how he came to be so lucky to get one of Sally's new girls, but he wasn't going to question it. He dipped his tongue in and sucked on the sweetest honey he'd ever had. His finger searched out more and he dragged his nail across the sides of her pussy. More fluids flowed and he lapped them up, with more greed than he had the bills and coins on the card table.
+""Mmm... Master,"" a whimpered voice reached Adam and he chuckled.
+""That's right. Master. I'm your Master."" He inserted a second finger and plundered her sex with both digits. He watched the pink petals grow thicker with desire and he massaged them with his lips as he screwed his digits to the left and then the right. ""You are one tight, slut.""
+His cock was raging again and he wasn't wasting any more time on the free fuck this little number was giving him. He pulled his face from her crotch, grabbed his stiff tool and straddled her hips. In one great thrust, he impaled the sweet folds of glistening flesh. ""Ohhh fuck yeah "" he gasped out and began to drive in and out of the woman's sex.
+Laresa felt his invasion and wrapped her legs around his waist. It would be over soon, and she'd not yet reached her orgasm. She kept her eyes closed and worked her body to accommodate the stiff rod that was invading her. Her memories of another Master came to her and she pictured him over her, pleasing her because he wanted too. When she felt Adam bite her nipple, it was this Master she felt on top of her.
+""Hold me tight, girl."" Adam thrust hard into her and felt his body grow taunt. He knew he was about to shower her with come; something told him she wouldn't care. She wasn't like the usual girl. She'd take his come and be happy about it. He pounded several more times into her and then felt his eyes start to roll back.
+She knew he was close to coming and she tried to increase her own pleasure, but his needs overrode hers and she felt him start to fill her. Her legs remained wrapped around him, until he collapsed on her in a deep sleep. Rolling her eyes she pushed him off of her and slipped away.
+The look of disappointment was wasted, because her new Master was passed out. Pushing her fingers through her hair, she lay down beside him and looked up at the ceiling above. She closed her eyes and let her mind travel to her surroundings. She was in a small Western town. The building her and her Master were in was a well known brothel and saloon. Her Master, addressing her like he did, finally made sense to Laresa. She took a deep breath and felt her body grow tired. Slowly it became a soft mist of gray smoke and slipped into the ring that her Master wore on his hand. Another bauble lost in a game of poker, she muttered silently just before sleep claimed her.
+Adam awoke with a start and reached for the woman who had taken him to heaven and back again. She was gone. He sighed, and rubbed his face, trying to ease himself back into the dream he'd been enjoying. It was then that he heard the pounding on the bedroom door and knew that the woman had left it locked. ""Just a minute,"" he groaned and grabbed his aching head. He plodded over to the door and opened it.
+""Adam what are you doing in here?""
+He stepped back and stared at the woman who glared at his naked body. ""You didn't come up here and screw one of my girls in my room, did you?"" she hollered and pushed him out of the way. ""Where is she?"" she demanded.
+""Huh? I don't know I figured she left. Gave me a freebie and then took off."" Adam grabbed his pants and began to dress. ""She brought me here.""
+""Who? What girl brought you here and what girl gave you a freebie. There are no free fucks in my place."" Sally walked around her room, making sure nothing had been taken. ""You were in here getting yourself off weren't ya?""
+""Nah, it was the new girl. The silver haired one."" Adam pulled on his boots and adjusted his cock.
+""I don't have no new girls. You drank to much again. Damn, smells like a dirty fuck with a dirty cowboy. Now, I've got to clean my bed."" Sally cursed and began to strip the bed. ""Go on get out, the sun's up and I just got back from Doc Wood's place and I'm beat.""
+Adam shook his head and regretted the action when the pain shot through him. ""I'm going, but I'll be back tonight to see that silver-haired whore.""
+""I told you I don't got no silver-haired whore. You were just drunk. I heard you took young Tom's land. You go check out your new shack and if you come back here it better be sober and willing to pay for a fuck. And NOT in my room "" She pushed him out the door and shut it behind him.
+Adam pushed his hair back and felt his equilibrium falter when he spun around to move down the hall. Once outside he headed to the stables, where he knew his horse would still be, munching on a bucket of oats that were too expensive, but a necessity when one stayed in town. That thought brought him up short and he grinned. He did have a plot of land. He patted his shirt pocket and noticed the ring he wore. ""I'll be,"" he muttered. He made a fist and watched the sunlight hit the jewel. With a chuckle he took off his hat and wiped his brow, the sun already starting to bring out a sweat.
+Quickening his step he made a beeline for his horse, dropping off several bills to cover the tab of keeping his stallion over night. Adam saddled up and headed out to the small plot of land that he told the young kid to be off of come morning. He hoped the kid had listened, the idea of shooting someone they way his head was pounding wasn't resting easy on him. He ran his hand over his stomach and felt the need to grab a bite consume him. Silently he cursed for not having grabbed something to eat before he left town.  
+An hour passed and he found the small stream Tom had drawn on the map that he'd given Adam, when the deal had been struck. He slid off Battalion and let the beast drink deep of the gurgling liquid. He dipped his hand into the water and splashed it onto his head. The sun light again hit the amber stone and he remembered the woman from the night before. The jerk in his loins told him the woman was real and he began to twist the ring to the left, spinning it several times.
+His eyes grew wide as the smoke appeared and the woman became whole again. This time Adam wasn't drunk and he told himself that he was too hot from the sun. He pushed his head into the stream and then came back up, shaking the cool droplets into the air.
+   ""Master, how may I serve you?""
+Adam's jaw was slack, as he rose to his feet and gazed at the vision. ""Who are you? Hell, what are you?"" He knew she was the woman from last night; he'd never forget her.
+""I am Laresa, a Genie. I am your servant and am here to provide for all your needs."" Laresa studied the man and watched his horse move closer to her. She reached out and stroked his nose, enjoying the tickle of his tongue on her palm. She laughed and then turned back to her Master.
+""You took care of my needs last night and then disappeared. Where did you go?"" Adam asked. He watched her with the eyes of a snake, waiting to snag her if she tried to disappear again.
+""I went home, Master."" She nodded to the ring. ""You were sleeping and my body tired, so I returned to my home until you had need of me. You summoned me again, so I am here to please you.""
+""I only,"" he looked at the ring, ""twistin' it, huh? Well that'll be simple to remember. Laresa, I'm Adam Steller, but that name you've been using, Master. . .it'll do just fine for us."" He walked over and pulled her against him. ""Let's get something to eat and then you can show me how good a genie you are. You provide me with my breakfast.""
+Laresa had been touched by many men and many women. She instantly knew when one would be a kind master or a cruel one. Adam, she thought was going to be on the edge of harsh. She stepped away, once he released her and waved her hand. A small glow started on the ground and slowly spread out. In its place there was a blanket and on that blanket were foods common to her Master's palette.
+Adam watched as steak, eggs, ham, bacon, ice cold milk, a bottle of whiskey and several thick slices of cake and pie appeared. He staggered over to the collection of eats and whistled low. He took a bite of bacon and closed his eyes on the pleasure. ""Oh, I'm gonna like you,"" he told Laresa and sat down. ""Come here,"" he ordered her.
+Laresa sat down and was soon pulled into the man's lap and she felt his hand move over her sex as he ate. Flickers of food fell on her clothes; her Master greedily picked them up and then fed them to her. He pushed his fingers over her nipples, while drinking his whiskey and then demanding another bottle from her. When Adam was full he was once again burying himself into the thick folds of his new toy. His Genie. After he came he pulled from her and chuckled, ""Damn, you're gonna make me rich.""
+Laresa said nothing, simply pulling her gown back down over her sex, now used by her Master once more. ""I have this plot of land, take me to it.""
+A warm rush of air and a heated glow filled the space between Adam and Laresa. Soon, he was facing the shack that young Tom had lost the night before. ""This is my land Laresa. Let's see what you can do with it. I need a home. A nice ranch house. Always wanted a ranch, don't like living on winnings I don't get to often,"" he paused and looked her over, ""but that'll change won't it.""
+Within thirty minutes Laresa was exhausted, but her Master pleased. His land was full of the finest long-horns, he had a ranch that any Texan would be proud to own and his wealth unsurpassed, by many. He pulled Laresa to him and took her into his newly furnished home. ""We'll work out more details later, right now. . .I want to see your mouth pleasing your Master.""
+""Whatever your desire, Master."" Laresa followed him up the steps, to the bedroom he'd requested. Her heart heavy as she began another journey with a new Master.
+ **Author's Note:** _I hope you enjoyed this first chapter of **Laresa's World**. A Chain Story that will take the readers through time and space with Laresa, the Genie, and those whose lives are touched by her, and she them. Thanks to all the writers that participate. Readers, please take a moment to vote and leave a comment if you desire. I love to hear from you, and respectful criticism is encouraged. All comments shown with diginty and class will remain in my public comment section. ~ Thanks so very much, Red._
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+132,Laresa's World Ch,Black Tulip,Chain Stories,2006-09-18,2007-01-02,2022-01-08 03:50:42,3,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/laresas-world-ch-04-famke,1. A mistress who wishes before she thinks. 2. A cruel master meets his destiny. 3. What happens when two genies meet?,"['Genie', 'Magic', 'Outdoor Sex', 'Ravishment', 'Vikings']",4.41,"Famke struggled along the beach. The going was tough as the fierce gusts of north-western wind blew sand into her face, the tiny grains stinging her skin and nearly blinding her. She was cold and her feet were sore from trudging across the dunes and the vast expanse of the beach, but she dared not go back yet. Her stepfather would expect her to come home with at least one bale of goods from the ship that was wrecked last night.
+With a shiver Famke remembered his greedy look when the alarm had sounded. Every able-bodied man that lived near the lighthouse rushed out to team up the horses and launch the rescue boat, whenever the bell tolled. But not him. Her stepfather was not from the island and most people shunned Simon. Simon the Sneak, they called him behind his back.
+Not that the islanders weren't on the beach today. All families were out, combing the beaches. It was part of living on the island. The men all felt they were entitled to some compensation for risking their lives first. Unlike Simon, who never lifted so much as a finger when a ship was in trouble. In fact, he never did anything. Famke heaved a sigh. The only thing he ever moved was his bottle of gin.
+The tall girl squinted against the glare of the sun on the waves. In the distance she could make out some dark shape. It looked like a crate or something and she hurried along, glancing back to see if anybody else had spotted the object.
+Famke inspected the crate and thanked her good fortune she'd found one still unbroken. She couldn't read the lettering on the side, but thought it looked like Russian. Maybe it was vodka. Simon would like that. As she bent over to lift the crate, something half-buried in the sand caught her eye. To her surprise it was a gold ring with a big, glittering stone. It looked beautiful and she slipped the ring on her finger, just to see how it would look on her. With her hand outstretched she admired the ring and its amber stone. She touched the ring in admiration, but all too soon she remembered she had to get back.
+It wouldn't do to let her stepfather see the ring on her finger. He'd be furious if he found out she had been mucking about with his merchandise. Although the ring had slipped onto her finger easily enough, she couldn't get it off again. Famke tugged in panic but all she accomplished was a red and painful finger. Twisting the ring this way and that, she felt a sudden warmth and with her mouth wide open she saw a woman forming in front of her.
+""Yes, Mistress? What can I do for you?""
+""Who? How?"" Famke stuttered as she looked at the delicate figure dressed in gauzy veils that seemed much too thin for the cold spring day.
+""I'm Laresa. Your genie, Mistress.""
+""Genie? As in Aladdin?""
+Laresa nodded and smiled. ""Yes, except that I live in the ring. Shall I give you the rules?""
+""Rules?"" Famke sat down on the crate, no longer worried about it being damaged or not. ""You mean you're a spirit? And you can do things for me?""
+The petite woman nodded, her white-blond hair flying around her head as the wind caught her tresses. Her sparkling eyes had the color of the sea, changing from grey to green to blue and Famke even saw a hint of violet in them.
+""Actually, a genie, or you can call me a djinn. And yes, I can fulfill most of your wishes.""
+Famke giggled with nerves. ""A fairy tale genie! I guess I better think carefully about my three wishes, then?""
+""No, Mistress. There are limits, but you can wish as often as you want to.""
+Famke was quick to decide. ""Get that ring off my finger first, then. My stepfather will kill me if he sees me wearing it.""
+Laresa smiled a bit sadly. ""Are you sure, Mistress? The ring is yours as long as you keep to the rules or until you lose it.""
+""No! I have to get it off. I have to."" Famke felt the panic rising again. ""You don't understand; he'll be so angry. What am I to do?"" She started tugging at the ring again, but it was stuck on her finger. ""I wish I was a thousand years away.""
+Still trying the move the ring, Famke felt dizzy and for a moment she thought the world was swirling around her. She blinked her eyes and looked at the genie. Laresa was smiling broadly, sweeping a bow as she gestured towards the sea and the beach.
+""Your command, Mistress.""
+Famke frowned. She wanted to ask the genie what she meant, but she felt something odd. She looked down and saw her clothes were gone. Instead of her skirts and boots, she was wearing a long piece of cloth, cinched at the waist with a belt. And her feet! They were encased in soft leather coverings. Besides that, she was lacking any underwear as well. She jumped up and looked around. The crate was gone; replaced by a piece of driftwood. The beach looked strange too. It was as if she was much closer to the tip of the island.
+With a hand above her eyes she gazed out at the clearly visible sandbanks. They should have been a lot farther out to sea; not this close. Famke turned around to look at the dunes and back at the tiny figures of the others who were combing the beach, but there was no one there. The dunes were different too, closer. The beach seemed less broad.
+""What have you done?"" Famke looked at the smug genie.
+""You asked, so I brought you a thousand years away.""
+""A thousand years away? You mean ... what year is this?"" Famke was getting a horrible suspicion as she looked at her changed clothes again.
+""Uh, well, I think I was too quick. It's a little more than a thousand years."" The genie actually blushed. ""It's the year 835. But the place is the same.""
+""835? Oh, my god. That's the Middle Ages. Well, almost."" Famke sat down again. Her legs were trembling so much she was afraid she'd fall.
+""It's what you said."" The genie sounded defensive, perhaps even hurt.
+""I know, but I didn't mean it.""
+""I can take you back, if you wish, Mistress.""
+Famke bit her lip. Going back meant she had to face her stepfather. And this time in history had always been one of her favorites. Maybe ...
+""Laresa? Is it all right to look around for a while? You can take me back again later?""
+""Yes, Mistress. You can call me anytime, or twist the ring.""
+""Okay, Laresa, I think I will explore for a bit. Can you stay with me?""
+The genie nodded. ""I need to sleep inside the ring once in a while. But I can come with you for now.""
+Famke smiled as she made to shake hands with the small woman. ""Well, Laresa, I'm Famke. Let's go explore. Do you know anything about this place, or this time?""
+""It's still Ameland, your island in the North Sea. Only, people in this age call it the Frisian Sea. There is a small settlement on the southern tip, but there are no people living on this side.""
+""And the time? You're sure it's 835? Wasn't that when the Vikings were raiding the coasts of Europe?""
+Laresa nodded. ""Yes, they attacked Dorestad last year.""
+""I wish I could have a look at a real Drakkar, a Viking longboat."" Famke sighed at the idea of actually seeing something from remote history.
+""By your command.""
+""No!"" Famke screamed, but it was already too late.
+Hugging the sandbanks was a sleek boat, the sides lined with shields and a square sail in top.
+""It's real. A live Drakkar filled with Vikings. Are you nuts?"" Famke whispered in shock. ""I was just thinking out loud ... Now, what do we do?""
+Laresa shrugged. ""You wished something, Mistress. It's my duty to make your wishes come true.""
+""Damn, I'll have to mind my words with you around, won't I?""
+""I'm sorry you're not pleased, but it's not my fault. I'm bound to do as you wish."" The genie sounded positively upset.
+Famke looked at the longboat. It was a beautiful ship, with long clear lines. She thought it was too far away to make out the people but she went rigid when she saw movement behind the shields. Within moments she saw the sail coming down. Dark dots appeared at the side and she realized they were putting out the oars.
+""Quick, they're rowing in. They can't find us. We have to hide ourselves.""
+She turned and fled across the beach, running to reach the dunes. The long garment was hampering her and she hitched it up, freeing her legs to take longer strides. By the time she reached the first row of the protective sand hills, her breath was coming in short gasps and her legs hurt. Running across the shifting sands had been hard, but she had managed it.
+Darting through the gap between two low knolls, she turned to look back. The longboat was close to the shore and she saw a man jump into the knee-deep water. A new wave of fear gave her legs strength and she raced down into the hollow and up the next row of dunes. She was desperate to reach the forested area that was behind them.
+With a cry of dismay Famke stumbled down the last dune. The land beyond was a salt marsh. It would literally take ages for this place to turn into firm ground that supported the trees she knew were there in her own time. The few shrubs around the edges offered pathetic cover, but she couldn't think of anything else. Scrambling she worked her way under the thorny branches, praying that the yellow of her dress would blend in with the browns and greens of the land.
+As she tried to catch her breath she attempted to think. A weapon, she needed something to defend herself if they found her. The belt around her waist held a knife, but she didn't know if it would be useful. It looked like bronze and the weight was reassuring; it wasn't very long, though.
+Just as she realized she didn't see Laresa, a sudden sound made her stiffen. Somebody was coming. Famke held her breath, afraid to give herself away by the tiniest noise. Her eyes darted nervously around, trying to see without moving her head.
+""Hah!""
+The triumphant cry nearly had Famke jumping out of her skin. She looked up, straight into a pair of gleaming grey eyes. She tried to scramble away but a large hand gripped her arm and hauled her to her feet. Although she was a tall girl, she had to look up to the weather beaten face. This guy was huge, she thought.
+As he looked her over his face split in a wide grin.
+""You. Whot plouce?""
+Famke looked bewildered. It was hard to understand him as his accent made the words sound wrong. She shook her head. At the same time she tried to tug her arm from his grip.
+""Let me go!""
+The sound of his laugh was a bit frightening. The rumble seemed to come from deep inside his broad chest as he pulled her closer.
+""No go. Whot plouce?"" He gestured around with his free hand.
+Struggling to get away Famke kicked his shin, but the soft foot covering was not very effective. Maybe she should use the knife after all, she thought. She gripped the bone handle. It was as far as she got. The man was quick to grab her wrist and wrenched it until she dropped the knife.
+""I said ... let-me-go!"" Desperate to get away, Famke aimed her next kick higher and her foot contacted with his knee.
+His grunt was followed by a string of unintelligible words, but his tone was clear enough. He shook her by the arm.
+""You Roman?"" A big fist took hold of her dark hair, tugging her head back so she was forced to look up into his eyes.
+Famke tried to shake her head, but his grip prevented much movement. She had understood his question though. No doubt her dark hair made him think she was Roman. She didn't much look like your typical blond Frisian.
+""No, not Roman."" She didn't think it would do much good to tell him she was Frisian, he probably wouldn't believe her.
+He grunted something that sounded like ""Gud."" He tugged on her hair again. ""Whot plouce, speak.""
+With both hands holding her he stamped his foot on the ground and repeated his question. Finally Famke understood him.
+""Place. You mean what place? Ameland.""
+He frowned. ""Omeland?""
+Shaking his head and muttering some more, the man started back to the beach while pulling Famke along. His grip on her hair was painful but he suddenly stopped. Turning her around she saw a gleam entering his eyes and that big grin appeared on his face again. With his fist still in her hair he released her arm to cup her breast.
+Famke gasped in shock. Of course, she had been fooling around with some of the young men in the village, but their touch had never made her feel like this. Her eyes widened as she felt a spark shoot down her body straight to her clit. She tried to back away, but it was more an automatic reaction than a real wish.
+The Viking pulled her head further back and bent his head. His lips came down on hers, and she was amazed at the heat and passion his kiss ignited in her. Or perhaps it was his hand still fondling her, rubbing the hardening nub of her nipple that had her head spinning. He shifted his attentions to her other breast. Famke moaned softly at the incredible heat that coursed through her body.
+She could feel the moisture welling up between her legs, which reminded her she wasn't wearing anything besides the woven piece of cloth. The thought excited her further and she arched her back, pushing her body against his hands.
+His laughter seemed to reverberate down to her core and she kissed him back, licking his lips and opening her mouth to his tongue. His hand left her breast and she made a sound of disappointment, only to realize he was pushing her down on her back. The shifting sands cushioned her fall and he landed next to her with his knee between her legs.
+Famke felt deliciously wanton as she lay there, her legs kept apart by the knee of a stranger, wanting him to fuck her. As if he could read her mind, the big man yanked up the yellow cloth and gazed at the dark curls that hid her slit. In response she spread her legs wider. His hand, rough from working the longboat and fighting, slid across the soft skin of her thigh until it reached its goal. A broad finger probed her entrance and discovered her slickness.
+""... slampa ..."" His grey eyes looked down at her as he licked his lips.
+The sudden thrust of his finger inside her body made her cry out and he grinned as he nodded. She couldn't understand what he said next, but one word, 'slampa', sounded surprisingly like slut.
+""Yes, slut. Fuck your slut."" Famke wiggled her butt and reached for him.
+He swatted her hand away though with a fierce frown and added two more fingers moving in and out of her slit, making her even wetter. His thumb found the hard pearl at the top and he pressed down until she squealed and squirmed.
+In a swift movement he freed his cock and Famke only got a glimpse of the massive tool before he buried it in her pussy. Just like the man himself, it was huge and stretched her walls, filling her completely. A few hard jabs sent her over the edge.
+Gasping for breath she moaned and writhed under the sweating body that kept pounding away. The Viking bent his head and bit the hard peak of her breast through the cloth. Famke climaxed again and as she felt her body spasm around his cock she heard him grunt something that sounded like 'Thor'. He threw his head back and shoved his cock as deep in as it would go. Mashing his pelvis against hers, he came hard, his seed hitting her cervix.
+Famke knew she was grinning like an idiot, but she was unable to stop herself. Never had she been this satiated. Even if it was a bizarre encounter, she wouldn't have missed this for the world. Still on her back, with her legs spread wide, she turned to look at the Viking.
+To her surprise he was already standing. He adjusted his tunic and reached down to her. As if she was a child he hauled her to her feet. Famke tried to smooth down her dress and he grinned as he swatted her behind.
+""... slampa ... gud ... not Roman.""
+Famke had no idea what he was saying, but she was not really interested. Walking on clouds after the most incredible sex she ever had, she just followed along. Until they crested the last row of dunes and she could see the beach again.
+From history books she knew a Drakkar could hold up to forty or sixty warriors. Down at the beach she saw at least twenty men, all huge like the one who had captured her. With a lurching stomach she came down from her cloud. One incredible fuck was fine, but twenty? As she was shepherded down to the beach she thought about the genie again. What had Laresa said? She had to twist the ring to call her. Or could she call her anyway?
+""Laresa?"" Famke whispered, praying the genie would be able to get her out of this mess.
+Once again she felt warmth emanating from the ring as the genie materialized, hovering next to her. A quick glance showed Famke that the Viking was oblivious to the petite woman floating a foot above the ground.
+""Can you take us back now?""
+Although she had spoken under her breath, the tall Viking looked at her with a raised eyebrow, probably wondering what she was muttering about. The last thing Famke saw was the look of bewilderment on his face and then she stood halfway to the sea, spotting the dark shape of the crate sitting near the flood line. The specks of the other beachcombers in the distance confirmed she was back in her own time.
+ _I hope you enjoyed this addition to the chain. Please let me know what you think. Votes and comments are greatly appreciated._
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+133,Laresa's World Ch,Darkniciad,Chain Stories,2006-09-21,2007-03-13,2022-01-08 03:50:44,6,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/laresas-world-ch-05-clint,"1. Reformed outlaw finds redemption with a genie's help. 2. A lonely, bitter Musher discovers a ring. 3. Laresa falls into the clutches of a man who would be a God 4. A pirate with a death mark discovers a genie. 5. A Roman pleasure slave discovers Laresa's ring. 6. An orphan from the Dark Ages discovers Laresa's ring","['Djinn', 'Genie', 'Historical', 'Laresa', 'Magic', 'Old West', 'Western', 'Wishes']",4.76,"Laresa awoke from her rejuvenating sleep, once again restored so that she might walk the world outside her ring when the call came. Relaxing amongst her cushions, she hoped that call might be some time in coming. The nature of her most recent Masters had given her little desire to anticipate the call.
+Her servitude to Famke had been pleasant, and lasted throughout the woman's life. Famke had died peacefully of old age — her many children at her side — far from her controlling stepfather.
+The following three Masters to command her were far less pleasant individuals. All had immediately succumbed to their baser desires, using her body before even considering any other wishes. Naturally, they had left her unsatisfied — an all too common occurrence.
+A common lie, one Laresa had discovered was easy to draw from a Master without breaking the rules of her servitude, had freed her from their control as well. Each man had denied he was married when asked the question, sending her back to her ring and across the face of space and time once more.
+Lying back, Laresa parted her thighs and let her fingers play over her velvety folds. She had done so frequently over the last eighty years, always dreaming of another Master who would think of her needs and give her release — perhaps even one who would ask how she might be freed from bondage.
+She dreamed of that now, as her pleasure mounted. In her mind's eye, she lay with a handsome man because she desired it, freed by his wish from an eternal life of servitude.
+Shuddering, her cries of pleasure echoing off the walls of her prison, Laresa reached her peak. When she opened her eyes, the daydream faded in the face of reality. Sighing in a mixture of satisfaction and resignation, she sank back to the cushions to await the call of a Master.
+* * * * *
+ _Hillsboro Texas — 1877_
+The townsfolk shied away with good reason when Clint Hendershot lurched out of the Old Rock Saloon, two bottles of whiskey dangling by their necks from his weathered right hand. None knew the name of the man — or his reputation — but one look at his scarred, square-jawed face — and the free hand near his gun — marked him as a dangerous man.
+Clint scowled at the frightened folk, his deep-set, green eyes squinting in the sunlight after being inside the dim saloon for several hours. He'd been of a mind to celebrate after he and the rest of the gang had taken the stage, and this was the first place he'd come across when they rode away from each other after the robbery. Each man's share of that poke was enough to live the good life for a few years, and not a one had trusted the others with so much money in their pockets.
+ _Damn town fulla sheep, and not even a damn whore to be found,_ Clint thought, as he stumbled across the boards to his horse. He stowed the whiskey in his saddlebag and stepped up into the stirrup.
+""You're a dead man, thief!""
+The voice rang out from somewhere behind him, and Clint immediately spun, drawing his gun. Drunk or sober, he could shoot the fangs off a rattler, and he planned to kill whoever was gunning for him first.
+His hand started to tremble when he discovered he had drawn down on a boy, no more than twelve years old. The lad could have been a twin to Clint's younger brother, taken by the pox at about the same age as the wide-eyed boy now wetting his pants across the rutted dirt street.
+Clint's arm fell to his side, and the boy fled as soon as the barrel of Clint's Walker Colt pointed away from him. Ashen and trembling, Clint watched the boy run off. He could see an image of his younger brother, blood pouring from a bullet hole, standing in front of him with a betrayed look on his face.
+Holstering his gun, Clint turned back to his horse, leaning up against the animal, and noisily retched up the liquor he had drunk. Wiping his mouth on his sleeve afterward, Clint unsteadily mounted his horse and rode out of town. A few miles out, he hurled the two bottles of whiskey to the ground and rode away from them.
+* * * * *
+ _Somewhere in Kansas — 1880_
+""You'd be Clint Hendershot,"" the young man said, staring hard at Clint, who was emerging from the corn stalks in his garden.
+Clint froze, resignation washing over him. What he'd feared these last three years had finally come to pass. Somebody he'd wronged in his old life had found him, and come to kill him.
+""Pardon?"" Clint said, hoping to dissuade the teen that he'd found the man he was hunting.
+""I said — you'd be Clint Hendershot, the man who kilt my Paw on a stage outta Cheyenne twelve years ago. The man who kilt my Paw for two bits an' a pair of boots. The man I come to kill, so my Paw can rest in peace.""
+Slowly raising his hands, one holding a wooden pail filled with ears of corn, Clint responded, ""You've got me confused with somebody else, Mister. My name's William Westwood.""
+""You're a damn liar, a thief, and a murderer,"" The sandy-haired young man accused, drawing a pistol, cocking the weapon, and taking aim.
+Clint hurled the bucket at the boy and dived toward the horse. Luck was on Clint's side, because the sudden action spoiled the young man's aim. Clint took a glancing hit to his arm, painful but not dangerous. Reaching up, he grabbed the other man's coat and jerked him from his horse. Luck wasn't so kind to the unseated rider, because his boot caught in the stirrup, hurling him headfirst into the ground.
+Snatching up the pistol that had tumbled to the ground, Clint panted for breath and stared at the young man. After a few moments, he nudged the boy with his boot and got no response. A closer look told him the kid was breathing, but he was obviously unconscious. Blood was starting to trickle out from where he had had hit his head on a rock in the tumble.
+Clint stared at the gun — the only real solution to the problem that was lying on the ground before him — and sighed. He couldn't do it; he wasn't a bad man anymore. That terrible moment three years ago had broken him of drink and viciousness forever.
+Tucking the pistol into the waist of his pants, Clint leaned down and grabbed the boy under his arms to drag him into the house.
+* * * * *
+Clint had taken and treated enough wounds to know how to sew the slice in the teen's head up, but he was no doctor. He had no idea why the kid was still unconscious, or if he would ever wake up.
+Rifling through the young man's pockets and saddlebags hadn't helped much either. The only unusual thing Clint had found was a ring, gold with a big amber stone. It didn't tell him anything about who the boy was, or what to do about him.
+Spinning the ring between his fingers, Clint stared at the boy on the bed across the room. If he ever woke up, it was the end of Clint's new life. He'd have to go on the run, because he wouldn't kill the kid for seeking revenge upon the man who had taken away his father. Even if the story that brought the kid here was all twisted up, and Clint hadn't actually shot the young man's father, surely he'd killed somebody else's and deserved a bullet or a hanging for it.
+Taking a sip of water from a dented tin cup, he stared at the ring again. He'd spent nearly all his money buying up this place and livestock. If he were going on the run, he would need money. Otherwise, he would have to go right back to his old life.
+Clint shook his head, put down his cup and thought, _Takin' this now, or takin' something else later, it's all the same. It's either death, or goin' back to wickedness._
+The gold band looked like it might fit, and that thought distracted him from his dark musings for a moment. Sliding on the ring, he found that it did fit, although it felt a little tight. Clint twisted the ring back and forth, and then started when wisps of smoke swirled and gathered between him and the bed across the room. The ring on his finger also grew alarmingly warm.
+Standing up, he jarred the table and sent the chair crashing to the floor behind him. The tendrils thickened and then coalesced into a beautiful woman.
+Stumbling backward, Clint stared at the woman with fearful surprise — and desire. The woman had hair that was impossibly light, looking almost as if it was spun of silver in the faint light of the room. The sparse clothing that covered her displayed her womanly charms well. A thin vest barely constrained her well-rounded bosom, leaving her stomach bare. Billowing pants — made of some material Clint had never seen — hid her body, while the airy fabric gave tantalizing hints of what lay beneath.
+Laresa sighed inwardly, recognizing the time in which she once again walked the world outside her ring. The last time she had visited this period, she had been enslaved by a man of ill demeanor, with no care for personal cleanliness. The man before her, and the rough surroundings, gave her little hope that this visit would be any different from the last.
+""You summoned me, Master. How may I serve you?""
+Clint's eyes narrowed when she spoke, and he asked, ""Who are you? How'd you get in here?""
+""My name is Laresa, and you summoned me, Master,"" she responded with a slight bow of her head.
+Looking down at the ring — still warm and flickering with a slight glow deep in the gem's facets — Clint understood that there was some magic in the ring. Looking back up at the woman, he asked, ""What are you, then — a witch?""
+""I am a genie, Master, not a witch,"" Laresa responded, hints of irritation creeping into her melodious voice. This was yet another thing she disliked about this time period, being constantly associated with dark magic and child- stealing crones.
+Vaguely, Clint recalled the stories he had heard from other children before his family had moved west. Genies granted wishes, anything a man could desire, if he could believe what he had always thought to be whimsical stories.
+Looking at the woman, he felt a stir in his loins. She was beautiful, and with so much soft flesh bared to his eyes, his body was responding naturally. _Wishes, huh,_ he thought, _I wish that kid had never found me. I wish he'd find some peace and go on with his life, so I could go on with mine._
+""As you command, Master,"" Laresa said, and the boy vanished from the bed.
+""The he... Where did he go?""
+""I have returned him to his home, as you desired. He will have no memory of having found you, and in his heart he believes that the man who murdered his father is dead,"" Laresa explained.
+""What about that knot on his head? Did you wake him up?""
+""He is in perfect health, Master, exactly as you desired.""
+Clint bent down and picked up the chair he had upended in surprise upon Laresa's appearance. Sitting down, he blew out a long breath of air and stared at the woman, ""So, you can do anything I ask?""
+""There are limits, Master.""
+""Like what?""
+""I cannot return the dead to life, nor can I change events, such as wars, that affect many people throughout the flow of time. I can alter memories, but I have no power over feelings.""
+Again remembering the stories, Clint muttered, ""So I got two wishes left then.""
+Laresa rolled her eyes. She hated those stories and the misconceptions that came with them, ""No, Master, your wishes are my command for as long as you desire, or until you break the rules.""
+""Then call me Clint, it makes my skin crawl bein' called _Master_. Ain't no man owns another. What are these rules?""
+""I will not abide a lie. If you speak falsely to me, I shall vanish, never to return.""
+Clint grunted by way of acknowledgment, ""It sure would be nice to have this place fixed up, and have water that didn't taste like it came out of a swamp.""
+Laresa was a little perplexed by the image in her Master's head. He only wished for what he had to be like new, for the soil to bring forth a bountiful harvest, his water to be clean, and for a porch he could sit on in the evenings while drinking coffee and smoking his pipe.
+With a thought, Laresa made his dream a reality. Clint started, but then smiled and laughed, looking around. Even his clothing was clean and new. Picking up the tin cup, now free of dents and full of clear water, he took a sip. He shuddered and sighed, ""Like it came straight from a mountain stream.""
+""Is this what you desired, Clint?"" Laresa's voice betrayed that she had expected more from his wish.
+""I reckon this is exactly what I was thinkin' of. I've been a bad man, and I know that havin' too much attracts too much attention."" Raising one eyebrow, he asked, ""You can hear what I'm thinkin'?""
+""I can see your desires in your mind. You need only speak your wishes in simple words, and I can make your true desires come true.""
+Clint winced, remembering what he had been thinking about while looking at her earlier. ""Well then, ma'am, I'm right sorry for what you saw in my head earlier then. It ain't right for me to be thinkin' them thoughts about you.""
+Laresa smiled, ""I am unashamed of my body, and unashamed to be desired."" Laresa could see the darkness in this man's soul, but it was darkness buried. He had truly turned his life around, turning his back on the wickedness of his youth. Clint's apology for desiring her was heartfelt, and honest.
+""Can you do for the other folk I hurt in my youth, when I was fulla beans and drink, like you did for that kid? Can you make right the wrongs I done?""
+""I cannot breathe life back into those who perished by your actions, but I may do much the same as I did for the youth who lay sleeping here.""
+""Do that then. Them folk all deserve better'n I gave 'em.""
+Laresa sifted through Clint's memory, finding it difficult at times through the fog of liquor that clouded most of the memories. She found each action he had taken that hurt someone else, and did what she could to make it right.
+Widows found money they needed desperately. Men healed from crippling injuries. Women forgot his violent, whiskey driven advances.
+""It is done,"" Laresa said, as she opened her eyes.
+""Just like that, huh?""
+Laresa nodded.
+Clint shook his head and smiled. If not for what he had already seen, he wouldn't have believed her. As it were, he found it difficult _not_ to believe this woman. ""I reckon I'll sleep a lot better at night now.""
+Looking at Laresa, Clint asked, ""Do you eat? If I'm not askin' somethin' improper.""
+""It is not needful to me, but I have found enjoyment in it during my times outside the ring.""
+Thinking about what he would like to prepare for her, by way of thanks for removing some of the burden upon his soul, Clint tried to work around what he was missing in his mind.
+""Allow me,"" Laresa told him. Everything he had envisioned, perfectly prepared and steaming, suddenly filled the table.
+Clint looked at her and chuckled. The revealed swell of her breasts, barely hidden beneath the vest she wore, drew his eyes again, and he closed them, turning away slightly before re-opening them. ""Can you...""
+He saw the change happen in his peripheral vision. When he looked back at Laresa, she wore a blue summer dress that covered much of her body. It did little to disguise the fact she was a woman, but it did hide the tempting skin that her previous clothing had revealed.
+Laresa sat down in a second chair that she created on the opposite side of the table from Clint, and they started filling their plates from the feast before them.
+* * * * *
+Several hours later, Laresa sat in a rocking chair, opposite Clint in one of his own, on his new porch. The full moon and the stars lit the night after a fabulous sunset had dazzled Clint's senses.
+He took another sip of his coffee, and then placed the stem of his pipe back in his lips. Both the coffee and the tobacco were above and beyond anything he had ever tasted. ""I hope I ain't been botherin' you with my talkin'. I don't see folk out here very often, and I don't seek 'em out. I ain't talked to a soul 'cept the animals in months.""
+In truth, Laresa liked his earthy, well-reasoned philosophy. Having walked a dark road for so long, Clint had become a deep thinker in the years of solitude after giving up lawlessness. ""I do not mind, it is quite pleasurable.""
+Clint laughed, ""Folk would be lookin' at us all odd if they saw us. You all beautiful and young, me all scarred up and older than dirt.""
+""None save you can see, or hear me, Clint.""
+His brow furrowed, ""What if I wished folk could see you? I wouldn't want folk to think I'm not right in the head — talking to myself and all.""
+""Since such is your wish, it shall be so. Others shall see me even as you do now.""
+A thought flitted through Clint's head, wishing he wasn't so scarred and weather-beaten, as he looked at the beautiful woman seated in front of him.
+Laresa smiled, and produced a mirror from thin air. She handed it to Clint and his pipe dropped to the porch when he saw his face, unlined, clean-shaven, and missing the scars that had always cut across it. Laresa's blood stirred looking at him, because he was ruggedly handsome beneath the years of neglect and hard living she had just removed from his face.
+Remembering the pipe lying on his new porch, Clint bent down and picked it up, putting down the mirror. ""I know you could see what I was thinkin' when I thought about this. I can't help but think about it, because you're a handsome woman.""
+""It does not cause me discomfort, for you to think so of me,"" Laresa responded, hints of the building desire within her evident in her voice. Her tone inspired greater arousal in Clint, and those thoughts, in turn, increased Laresa's desire.
+The sexual energy crossed the void between them for several minutes, and then Clint cleared his throat before asking the question he could no longer keep from his lips, ""I'd be right happy if you would let me pay court to you, Miss Laresa.""
+Laresa, of course, knew what he was thinking long before he said it, and knew too what he had left unspoken in his request. She stood up from the rocking chair and said, ""Those are the ways of your world.""
+Fearing he was being rebuffed, Clint winced and asked, ""An' what are the ways of your world?""
+Laresa stepped forward and replied with only one word, ""This."" She then leaned down and kissed him. He stiffened at first, surprised and a little lost as to how to kiss an honest woman. Her soft lips and his natural instinct soon took over, and he returned the passionate kiss with equal fervor.
+Laresa could read in his thoughts that he had never truly experienced the pleasure that a man and woman could share. He had turned to the life of an outlaw early, and thus knew no more about the act than rough rides on prostitutes, and the rougher rides of drunken rape.
+Standing up straight again, Laresa shed her dress, while looking down into his eyes and smiling. Her firm breasts, surmounted with pale pink tips, emerged first from beneath the cloth, to meet his enraptured gaze. His eyes went wide when the dress fell to the boards below, revealing her sex, surrounded in soft, white-blonde curls.
+""You're a beautiful woman,"" Clint whispered, amazed that this enchanting creature was coming to him without the promise of coin or marriage.
+Laresa knelt down before his chair, reaching up to the waistband of his pants. He lifted his hips just enough for Laresa to slide the concealing cloth down, revealing his manhood. Clint was well endowed, his thick organ fully swollen with desire.
+Never having experienced it, Clint was stunned when Laresa leaned over him and suckled the head of his cock. ""Lord, Laresa,"" he groaned as her mouth caressed his glans.
+He continued to mutter quietly and groan as Laresa's mouth engulfed him, rapidly drawing him toward a release denied now for years. Reaching down, Laresa rubbed the tips of her fingers against her moist labia, and then slipped the two digits into her heat as she sucked Clint toward orgasm.  
+Too long denied, Clint could not resist the expertise of Laresa's warm lips and tongue. With a sharp groan of release, his seed filled her mouth.
+Laresa continued to suck him as he pulsed against her tongue. She swallowed his thick cream and felt it settle warm in her belly. When he ceased to spurt, she released him from her mouth's hot embrace and looked up into his eyes once more.
+Clint's body went limp, his senses reeling from the feeling of a willing woman giving him pleasure for pleasure's sake.
+When he recovered enough breath to speak, Clint asked, ""You just doin' this because I wished it?""
+""I desire it as well.""
+""It's gonna be a while 'fore..."" Clint began, trying to find inoffensive words to tell Laresa that it would be some time before he could get hard again.
+""Not so, if you wish it,"" Laresa suggested.
+""I do. I ain't never laid with a woman what wanted it before.""
+Blood surged into Clint's manhood the moment he expressed his wish in words. Within moments, he had risen to full erection once again.
+Laresa smiled and rose to her feet, walking back into the house. Clint rose up on wobbling knees and followed her, pulling off his shirt and hat as he walked. Laresa slid onto the bed, lying back and beckoning him with her eyes. Clint kicked off his boots and climbed onto the bed with the sensual genie.
+Laresa parted her legs, and Clint moved between them. Years of sporting with whores that wanted nothing more than to get his money and get him off them, and women struggling to escape him, had taught Clint how to find her wet folds without a glance. He couldn't help but look as his cock slid into her velvety embrace, however.
+Clint groaned as the tight squeeze of her virgin-like canal wrapped around him. Laresa shuddered as his manhood pushed into her depths, filling her full and sending jolts of pleasure to every fiber of her being.
+Pausing, buried to the hilt inside her, Clint said, ""I want you to get yours 'fore I come up. I dunno how long I can go with you squeezin' that tight and bein' so hot inside.""
+Laresa moaned quietly before replying, ""It shall be as you wish. It is my wish that I reach my peak before you release your seed deep inside me as well.""
+His hips rocked slowly at first, entranced by the sight and feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her hot sex. In time, her steadily increasing vocalizations of pleasure drove him to greater efforts, increasing the speed of his thrusts.
+Laresa moaned and yelped as the pressure of her orgasm built within her. His thick cock felt wonderful as it pressed deep inside her, driven by the need to give her release. Her powers held back his seed, though it allowed him to feel the ecstatic pleasure that immediately preceded orgasm for several minutes, until she too reached the top of her mountain.
+With a loud scream, Laresa came. Instantly, Clint's buried cock swelled and released its hot cream into her womb as well. The joined pair collapsed to the bed as their orgasms released them from the initial shock of pleasure. They continued to twitch and gasp for quite some time before their climaxes subsided.
+Clint was almost asleep when he realized something and asked, ""You'll be here when I wake up, won't you?""
+""You may twist the ring upon your finger and say my name at any time to summon me, to fulfill all your needs and desires,"" Laresa answered.
+Clint nodded, the sheepish smile on his face looking almost comical in contrast to his rugged features. In short order, he was asleep next to the amazing woman who had entered his life.
+* * * * *
+The next day, Clint summoned Laresa back to his side. He never remembered his dreams, but he remembered the one that had awakened him this morning, vividly.
+""You could find folks what were havin' troubles if I asked, couldn't you?""
+""Of course,"" Laresa replied.
+""You think findin' them folk and helpin' 'em could erase the blackness I done when I was taken by the devil and drink?""
+Laresa smiled, ""That is not for me to determine, but it seems a noble life.""
+Clint considered her words for a moment, and then said, ""Nothin' can take away the wrong I done, but I reckon that's about the best a man can do to take back the mistakes he's made.""
+""Is that your wish, Clint?""
+""I reckon so.""
+""Then that is what shall be.""
+His decision made, Clint Hendershot felt a sense of peace already beginning to settle over him. Along with that peace came realization that Laresa was once again dressed in the revealing garb he had first seen her wearing. That summoned up memories of the night before, and caused need to swell within him.
+Laresa smiled, his unspoken wish coming to her long before the words.
+""You want to...""
+Laresa led him to the bed.
+* * * * *
+The years passed, a decade of travel throughout the country on the wings of wishes. Each day, Laresa sought out someone in dire need of help, and she took Clint there to see that help given through her power.
+With each life saved, with each wrong righted, the burden on Clint's soul lessened. After each journey, they would explore the nearest town, Laresa on Clint's arm. Then as the night crept upon them, they would return to his humble home — and his bed. Laresa hoped each day that perhaps Clint might think to ask her how she might be freed from her bondage to the ring, prevented from broaching the subject herself by the shackles that tied her to the piece of jewelry. She yearned for freedom, and Clint seemed the perfect person to give it to her, if he were but to ask.
+She was content to be at his side, however. He was a kindly Master who demanded nothing of her. His every wish was a request, not a command. It amounted to the same thing to Laresa, but his intentions made a great deal of difference to her. He was also an attentive lover, ever willing to satisfy her in any way she hinted would please her.
+This night they walked the streets of a small town in Wyoming, their task the healing of a young widow with six children. Clint had posed as a doctor, and asked Laresa to work her healing magic in such a way that the woman appeared to recover from the disease gradually, but quickly. Before he left, the 'medicine' he had given her appeared to have already started restoring the young woman's strength.
+A powerful thunderstorm threatened to overtake the town shortly, and thus the townsfolk were absent from the streets. Clint turned to Laresa, his thoughts revealing to her that he wished to return to their home before he even spoke the words.
+The words never passed his lips, because a blast of laughter from between the two buildings they were passing distracted him. Three men stepped out into the fading light.
+Clint knew them for what they were from the moment he saw them. Red faced and stumbling, they were drunk and looking for trouble. Instinctively, Clint's hand twitched toward his gun — a gun he no longer carried.
+The largest of the men slurred to Laresa, ""What's a pretty filly like you doin' with this old sumbitch?""
+""Going home,"" Clint said with a note of warning in his voice, tugging on Laresa's arm gently. He doubted that walking past the men and ignoring them was going to prevent what he knew in his heart was about to happen, but he had to try to get out of this without a confrontation.
+""With me!"" The man laughed, and grabbed Laresa's dress.
+He didn't think — he just acted. Clint turned and charged into the man holding Laresa, knocking him over into the muddy street. Reactions honed in a lifetime of misdeeds served him well, and Clint was back on his feet before the other man had time to realize what had happened.
+His quick action didn't stop the bullet, however.
+The man who had shot him holstered his gun with a laugh and grabbed Laresa, even as Clint fell to his knees. Through eyes dimming with pain and loss of blood, Clint saw the man tear Laresa's bodice, exposing her breasts.
+His brain a fog, his heartbeat slowing, Clint latched on to the first clear thought in his head. Sucking in a shallow breath, he gasped out, ""I don't love you, Laresa.""
+Just as the light left his eyes, Clint saw Laresa dissolve into misty tendrils of smoke, the lie causing her to vanish just as she had told him it would, so long ago. He collapsed into the street on his back, dead before he hit the ground.
+The three would-be rapists jumped back when their victim simply vanished. They cursed and scanned the street around them.
+The only thing they saw was a dead man wearing a content smile, with a pale band around one finger where a ring had encircled it only moments before.
+
+"
+134,Laresa's World Ch,deathlynx,Chain Stories,2006-09-26,2007-02-12,2022-01-08 03:50:51,5,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/laresas-world-ch-06-christine,"1. Laresa finds herself in modern times. 2. Laresa encounters a ""power broker"" in the 1980s. 3. He comes in search of Laresa. 4. A strange academic seeks out Laresa with an unusual agenda. 5. Laresa's world begins to unravel when she becomes master.","['Drawn Out Foreplay', 'First Blowjob', 'M/F Intercourse', 'Romance And Passion', 'Skinriding (Telepathic Voyeurism)', ""Woman'S First Time""]",4.49,"""Now there's something you don't see everyday."" Christine squatted down, careful of the scattered junk in the alley. Her hand brushed aside some shredded paper spilling out of the priority mail box, tossed haphazardly into the dumpster. With each scrap moved, the gem showed more clearly. Careful of the grime, she reached out with both hands to cautiously pluck the little thing from the ground. As expected, some unidentifiable sludge clung insistently, forcing her to keep as little contact as she could while bringing it to eye level.
+It was a ring! To judge by the design and large stone it was very old, possibly a family heirloom. _But what would an heirloom be doing lying by the foot of a dumptser?_ Nervous, she stood. She couldn't help it, her innate curiosity demanded she look. Cautiously she leaned forward, peering into the dumpster. Nothing there but the usual city trash. She sighed, unaware she'd been holding her breath. There was no body unceremoniously left to rot in there. Unfortunately, that left the lesser mystery of where the ring came from.
+Christine decided she could call the police when she got home and report finding the ring. Right now she was late for work. She wrapped the ring in a wad of tissue, that seemed destined to survive the frequent purges of the contents of her bag and dropped the whole thing into an outer pouch. There it would be safe from contaminating anything important should the protective tissue slip. She hurried down the alley, the smell of fried food growing with each step until it finally overcame the combined stench of rotting garbage, vomit and urine.
+George stood by the doorway smoking a cigarette. He looked over at Christine and smiled, shaking his head. ""Late again kiddo?"" Her mouth quirked into an embarrassed smile as she nodded sheepishly. She was twenty three years old, only two years younger than the cook, but every time he called her 'kiddo' she felt like she was back in middle school with a crush on some college boy. ""Don't worry. I don't think pops has noticed. Just slip straight into the bathroom to change and he'll just think he missed ya.""
+Christine nodded again and hurried through the door, hoping to remain unseen. Her heart was racing as she scurried towards the bathroom. It wasn't the fear of being caught coming in late, at worst Vasili would lecture her about 'when he was a kid at his first job', she simply couldn't believe George knew her routine. _My Georgie actually noticed I have a routine? All right,_ she was honest enough to admit to herself, _he's not really my Georgie. But I certainly wish he was._ She slipped into the employees' bathroom, shutting the door safely behind her.
+She looked into the mirror, taking a few deep, steadying, breaths. A boring face stared back at her. Her hair hung unimpressively, a dark blond or light brunette that seemed unable to decide its exact color. No matter what she, or any other stylist, tried no one had ever been able to breath much body into it without the entire thing frizzing like she'd stuck her hand in an electrical outlet. Her blue eyes were too bland, never 'shining like deep blue pools' or anything poetic like that. Her skin was too pale, her cheeks too pronounced and her chin too sharp.
+She pulled her apron from the bag and something clattered to the floor. Confused she knelt down to find what could have fallen since she never kept anything but her apron in the outer compartment. Halfway under the counter sat the little bundle of tissue. Thoughts of George had swept aside all concerns of the strange little ring. Confronted once more with the object she picked it up realizing she could clean it off in the sink
+Standing too fast, Christine banged the back of her head on bottom of the counter. Tears welled in the corner of her eyes from the pain. Her hand moved to the back of her head instinctively, checking the level of damage. There didn't seem to be any blood, but there would be one hell of a bump soon. She concentrated on unwrapping the ring as the pain began to fade. Once clear of the tissue, all but a few strands clinging to the unknown stickiness, she upended the paper, letting the ring clatter into the sink. She turned on the hot water and let it run, hopefully sterilizing the object, while she put her apron on. Once dressed for work, she returned her attention to the ring.
+Cautiously she prodded it. It didn't feel sticky anymore so she used one of the ubiquitous brown tri-fold paper towels to begin drying it. She worked gently at first, careful in case it turned out to be delicate. As dirt began to fall from the intricate detail-work, she scrubbed harder until the fabulous ornament shown in the flourescent lighting.
+The door began to squeak open causing her to spin, her hands shifting behind her back. She didn't know what prompted her to hide the ring but, instinct insisted no one else should view the treasure yet. Vasili opened the door half way before he spotted Christine. ""Ah, you are here."" She never understood how the dear old man could have such a thick accent. He'd been born and raised only a few blocks away yet he spoke as if he, not his parents, had come over from Greece. ""Anna's been having a fit that the dishes wouldn't get done today because she hadn't seen you. I go tell her you're here.""
+""Yes sir. Thank you sir."" Her hands fidgeted behind her back. She couldn't bear to meet his eyes. He wasn't upset, the middle aged man was too gentle for that. It was the simple kindness in his expression that she couldn't meet. She felt guilty for taking advantage of the man by showing up late so often. Most of the time she was pretty sure he intentionally avoided noticing her absence just so this very scene could officially be played out.
+The owner's head cocked to one side. ""Chrissy! How many times I got to tell you? 'Vasili'!""
+She flushed in embarrassment, unable to call her boss by name. Her entire body must have been flush since even her hand felt warm. ""Probably many more sir."" He rolled his eyes at her but left laughing. Her conscience pounded at her but it never seemed to help. No matter when she set her alarm, or left the house, something seemed to happen to delay her, like the ring had today.
+""How may I be of service master?""
+Christine's heart stopped as it tried to jump into her throat. She spun while trying to backpedal away from the woman's voice, the combination of maneuvers catching her feet and sending her sprawling to the floor. Her elbow crashed against the corner of the counter forcing a squeal of pain from her. The strangely dressed woman stood there, hands clasped in front of her loosely, with a concerned look on her face. _There couldn't have been anyone in the bathroom. Could there?_ She stared dumbly up at the new woman searching for something to say. Finally her brain came up with something. ""You new here?"" Okay, maybe not the brightest thing to say but it was all she could come up with.
+The woman's expression grew more confident studying everything about her. She looked around the bathroom quickly then returned to looking at Christine, her hand extended to help. ""Yes. I've never been here before."" Christine took the offered hand, pulling herself from the floor. She looked in the mirror sighing at her hair once more before lifting her arm to make sure she hadn't injured her elbow. It was red so there would be a bruise but at least it didn't look damaged. ""How may I be of service?""
+Confused, Christine turned to the woman. ""I think you have the wrong person. You need to see Vasili if you've just started."" She was beautiful to say the least. She was small, petite might be more suitable although there was nothing 'petite' about her hips or breasts, both very prominently emphasized by her strange outfit. She wore a very small vest that showed ample cleavage and seemed barely able to cover her chest. Her balloon pants were made out of a material so sheer it seemed only to color her very fit legs. Fortunately, for modesty's sake, her bikini underwear was a solid color rather than lace or some other sheer material. _I wish I could be there to see what everyone thinks of her outfit!_
+The woman nodded, seemingly in response to something unseen. ""No, you're my master, not Vasili, because you wear the ring.""
+Her hand came up seemingly of its own accord. Christine laughed slightly, _human nature, you mention something and instinct tells you to look._ She was wearing the ring she'd just finished cleaning. She realized she'd put it on, while her hands fidgeted behind her back, without even realizing it. ""I don't understand? What does the ring have to do with anything?""
+The woman sighed. Somehow her expression shifted slightly, giving Christine the impression of a schoolteacher explaining a very simple lesson to an obstinate child. ""I am a genie. The ring is my home from which you have just summoned me.""
+""Yeah right."" Christine turned back to the mirror. ""Look, I gotta get out there. There's dishes to do and the owner's already upset."" Well, technically Vasili was the owner but Anna was now his wife so that made her the owner, sort of. ""I wish I didn't have to clean dishes for a living but, this place is close to my apartment and besides. . ."" She stopped, realizing she had almost admitted her crush on George to a total stranger. Not just that but a potential rival if she was going to be working here. _Not that it would be much of a rivalry._ She couldn't help but feel inferior compared to the virtually shining form of the woman. She realized she hadn't finished her sentence. ""Besides, there are other benefits to working here.""
+Christine washed her hands while she watched the beautiful woman in the mirror. There was a strange, almost triumphant, look in her eyes as she stared back from the mirror. Christine almost jumped when the woman grinned and winked. ""Done!"" That enigmatic declaration was more than Christine could stand. She hurriedly dried her hands on some paper towels and rushed from the room.
+It was too hard to deal with such strangeness. She slid into the kitchen determined to use work to ignore the turmoil that was forming around her. Anna looked up from tasting the sauce. She never did trust George with that part of the cooking. Her eyes widened briefly on seeing Christine then narrowed. She handed George the spoon, who smiled that roguish lopsided smile at Christine. She blushed and started to turn away before realizing Anna was storming over.
+""She didn't show up?""
+Christine just stared dumbly at the woman, unsure who she was talking about or why.
+""The new dish girl! Hasn't she shown up yet?""
+""I was just about to start on them.""
+""What? You think we'd make our manager do dishes? Of course not."" She put a friendly hand on Christine's shoulder. ""Vasili hired someone when he gave you manager last week."" She gave the shoulder a squeeze, turned and left the kitchen. Christine's day was getting weirder and weirder. She finally was forced to believe Anna's assertion when a mousy young woman politely asked her to move so she could get to the dishes.
+Confused Christine staggered backwards out of the kitchen. She found a vacant booth near the still swinging door and sat. She took a deep breath, followed by another. _They're playing a joke on me. It has to be. This must be Vasili's idea of punishment._ The owner was too kind to dock wages for five minutes here and there, or even to confront her, but he'd probably set up this joke as a lesson. _Or maybe a guilt trip._ He certainly hadn't made her manager.
+Someone brushed past her and began to settle into the seat across the booth. It was the strange woman from the bathroom. ""Does it please you?""
+Christine couldn't decide if the woman's smile was playful, triumphant or simply cocky. She gave up trying to decipher the expression. ""Huh?"" The woman certainly was no muse to inspire Christine to eloquence.
+The woman's breasts bounced underneath her vest as she laughed. Somehow, without any fasteners whatsoever, the cleavage remained perfectly visible without the fabric shifting in the slightest. ""How do you do that?"" The woman laughed harder. Christine hated the way the woman's already luminescent face seemed to brighten with the simple release of joy. _Comedy at my expense, no less._
+The woman's eyes found Christine's, suddenly looking very hurt. Almost as quickly as the mirth appeared it vanished solemnly. ""I'm sorry Master. I didn't mean to offend you."" The worst part was Christine knew she was telling the truth. It was written across her face. ""I was asking if your wish pleased you. Unfortunately, I do not quite understand what action you wish me to explain. If you would clarify the question I will try to answer in terms you understand.""
+Christine squirmed. She hadn't meant for the woman to become despondent, she just got upset with feeling like people were laughing at her, especially when she was already convinced Vasili was playing a joke on her. _God! George could be in on it too! In there laughing at me?_
+""Master?""
+The single word brought her back to the immediate problem. ""Please stop calling me master. My name's Christine.""
+""Very well, Christine, I am Laresa. What was your question?""
+Christine had to think, running the conversation back in her mind. Suddenly she realized what the woman was referring to and began to laugh herself. ""I asked how you do that with your vest. Your breasts don't fall out of it.""
+""Oh that! That's easy. Magic.""
+Christine began to laugh harder. ""Yeah, it would have to be."" She stopped laughing quickly, seeing Laresa's deadpan expression. She looked down at the woman's chest, back up to her honest eyes and back down to the chest. It rose and fell with her breath but the vest didn't move at all. Even with tape it should be shifting in time with her breathing. ""You're serious aren't you?"" Laresa smiled as she nodded vigorously. Christine leaned across the table, afraid to be heard by the patrons. ""You really are a genie aren't you?"" Another vigorous nod responded to the question.
+Christine slumped back into the booth. Everyone knew genies were just a myth. This was the twenty first century after all and genies and magic rings just don't appear in an alley in Boston. ""So, what, I get three wishes or something? And I'm sure there are rules like 'no wishing for more wishes'. There are always rules."" _And I just wasted a wish to make me manager._
+Laresa smiled and nodded, apparently pleased Christine was finally taking the situation seriously. ""You get as many wishes as you like provided you do not break the rules. Yes there are rules but most of my masters have been able to fulfill their needs and desires without breaking them. First..."" Christine cut her off and leaned close motioning for her to keep it down. ""I don't understand why? Oh, you are afraid someone will try to steal me from you.""
+""Uh, not exactly. Look, I don't know how long you've been in there,"" Christine was whispering as an example to the apparent genie, ""but in the twenty-first century no one really believes in genies anymore. You're liable to get thrown into an insane asylum.""
+""Don't you believe in me?""
+""Honestly? I'm not sure. _You_ certainly seem to believe it and you're either using magic on that vest or you should be raking in millions as the world's best wardrobe designer.""
+Laresa smiled at that. Christine was glad, she knew her penchant for honesty sometimes got her into trouble for being too blunt but, it was who she was. ""First rule,"" Christine was glad Laresa was finally whispering, ""I cannot bring anyone back from the dead. I can heal people but once they die they are beyond my powers."" Christine nodded and smiled as Robin Williams' voice flashed through her mind. ""Second, I cannot make anyone fall in love, in fact I cannot forcibly change the emotions of others in general, although I can alter memories to a degree. Third, if you lie to me I shall disappear and the ring with me. Fourth, I cannot alter major historical events.""
+""One moment. How will I know if something's a 'major historical event'? I mean, ok I could understand a riot or war or something, but how will I know if the man dying on the street won't become the next Hitler if I ask you to heal him? Wouldn't _that_ change history?""
+Laresa looked taken aback. ""You know? I have never considered that before. I do not know the answer for you as it has never occurred. I don't imagine I would disappear if you requested it but at the very least I assume my power would fail to work. With my previous master we helped a good number of people but my powers directed us to those in need so I suppose it could have been directing us away from major historical figures.""
+Christine nodded absently. She'd only been half listening after the preliminary answer as she pondered her hearts desire. The answer was easy, George. She wouldn't want Laresa to make him love her even if she could. That wasn't real. Christine wanted him to love her for who she was not because some magic said so. Suddenly an idea began to form. ""Laresa, do you have much experience coaching people? I mean, there's this guy I like and want to ask out but I don't have much experience with dating. And he's way out'a my league really.""
+Laresa thought about it a moment and nodded. ""I could help you with that. The simplest thing would be a new wardrobe and money for the date. Of course I could also change your appearance however you like, if you think that would attract him.""
+Christine shook her head vigorously. ""No thank you. It would feel too fake, like I was lying to him. That's almost as bad as if I had you make him fall in love with me. Actually, I was more hoping for you to whisper advice in my ear when I'm saying something stupid or when to make a move. That kinda thing.""
+Laresa thought about it a moment. _I could always talk to you telepathically. That way I could remain hidden in the ring._ Christine nearly jumped as the woman's voice seemed to form within her mind. _If you wished I could even forge a stronger connection so I could hear through your ears and see through your eyes. That way I could offer you more timely advice._
+Christine was a little nervous about the prospect. ""Well, how do I know you won't try to take control of me or go through my memories?""
+Laresa looked horrified at the question. _Master! I could never do that to you. Oh, if you made a wish I could but otherwise it would be an intrusion. That would be unacceptable._ Christine could feel the indignation flowing across the mental link. She nodded, figuring Laresa would be able to sense, now, her acceptance.
+The door to the kitchen swung open behind Christine. She looked over her shoulder to see the handsome cook heading directly towards her. As he neared and looked over at Laresa she almost panicked, contemplating ordering the woman to stay away. _If she's truly a genie then that shouldn't be a major request._ She sighed to herself. If he wanted Laresa over her then it was hopeless anyway.
+George stepped to the edge of the booth looked briefly at Laresa with a curious expression before turning to Christine. She felt a flash of annoyed confusion across the still active link but put it from her mind as she looked up to meet his eyes. Staring into those brown eyes her heart fluttered and her chest tightened. Her entire body seemed warmed by his gaze. She missed what he said as she simply gazed at him.
+""I'm sorry, what'd you say?"" She'd never felt this strongly for him before. Suddenly it was difficult to even think.
+""I just wanted to make sure you were okay."" He motioned towards her left arm. ""I noticed the mark on your elbow.""
+Unconsciously she reached for her elbow, rubbing it in memory of the collision with the bathroom counter. ""Yeah, I fell in the bathroom and caught it on the counter. It'll be a hell of a bruise but nothing major."" George nodded and seemed to hesitate. _Ask him!_ Startled Christine glanced at Laresa. _Trust me, ask him._ Unsure she looked back to George. ""You wanna do something tonight? Watch a movie or sumthin?""  
+Christine was floored as his eyes virtually lit up at the suggestion. ""Yeah! I mean, whatever you wanna do.""
+""We could watch a movie at my place."" The two talked about movies from time to time and discovered they both liked the same kinds. She knew some guys pretended to like 'chick-flicks' to impress a girl but they never would have made the type of insightful comments he usually did. ""How does eight sound?""
+He shrugged and looked a little embarrassed. ""We both get off at six thirty. I could walk you home."" She suggested eight in order to give him a chance to disqualify it as a date by eating dinner first, just two friends hanging out. _Of course it could still just be two friends hanging out._
+""Deal! I'll even make dinner."" George smiled and nodded enthusiastically before scurrying back into the kitchen. Christine sighed trying to relieve the nervous tension that suddenly appeared. She looked across at Laresa in appreciation when her thought returned. ""How come you got annoyed when he got to the table?""
+Laresa laughed lightly and blushed. ""Actually I can sense the desires of other people when they are strong enough. Usually the first time a man looks at me I can feel his lust. Your young man barely noticed me. I guess I've just gotten so used to being desired that it felt wrong when he brushed me off so easily."" She laughed, bringing a smile to Christine. ""That was how I knew you needed to ask him out though. I couldn't help but feel his desire and love for you.""
+"" _That_ was why it felt so strong suddenly wasn't it? I was feeling his desires through the link!""
+Laresa's eyes widened. ""Were you? I didn't realize you would be able to. But I'm glad it brought you greater pleasure! I am surprised you two have never been together. Typically feelings that strong only come from a developed relationship.""
+Christine smiled. ""Well, we've been working together for years, and we often just sit and talk during breaks. But if you could keep me from feeling what he's feeling I'd appreciate it. It kinda feels like an invasion of his privacy."" She turned and looked longingly towards the door, barely noticing Laresa's nod of acceptance. The shift was going to be a very long one. Not only would she pine for the evening adventure but she now had to learn the responsibilities of her new job.
+Fortunately the training helped to pass the day quickly. She stuck by Vasili's side and learned the various routines from opening to closing the restaraunt, which, he explained, she would eventually be doing by herself. It seemed that he and Anna hoped to take a vacation soon and needed someone they trusted to run the place while they were gone. She wished them a good trip, realizing the moment the words left her mouth how dangerous they could be. A quick look at Laresa sitting in a corner booth, and thoroughly enjoying a pizza, received a wink. Their trip would be glorious indeed!
+Suddenly it was six thirty and George found her while he was still removing his food-spattered apron. ""You ready?"" She nodded and out they went into the cool evening air. She walked with her arms crossed over her chest. ""You cold?"" _It's your arms, he thinks you're cold because of them. You should drop your hands to your sides._
+She let her arms relax. ""No, I'm fine. I just needed to get used to it after the heat of the kitchen."" Liar. For a moment Christine was concerned but she felt Laresa's amusement flowing through their link from the ring. _You just have to relax a little. He's just as nervous as you are. It's not every day the person you like asks you out._ Tentatively his fingers found hers. _See?_ As their hands met they quickly entwined comfortably. Warmth that had nothing to do with the air flooded through Christine.
+By the time they reached her building she was grinning and giddy. They hadn't spoken at all during the trip but it hadn't been an uncomfortable silence. They simply enjoyed each others presence and Christine could feel Laresa's content happiness radiating up from her hand. It had been a little difficult at first to get used to sensing the woman's emotions, for she was indeed as much a woman as a genie. After a little while, however, it became easier as she realized Laresa honestly wanted nothing more than to make her happy in any way possible.
+Once in her apartment she left him to select a movie while she changed out of her work clothes. She'd promised him dinner but it was too soon after work, where they both had snacked. Safely in her bedroom she began to panic. ""What should I wear?""
+Laughter responded as Laresa's voice rose softly from the ring. ""I'm sure he's out there panicking over just which movie to put in."" There was a pause while Christine could sense the genie concentrating. ""You want it to be something sensual."" Christine flushed in embarrassment, desperately trying to avoid the depth of truth in that statement. ""However, given that this is your first date, and informal at that, perhaps not designed to stimulate the eyes.""
+Suddenly a complete outfit appeared on the bed. She scooped it up and quickly exchanged her clothes for the new ones, marveling in both the comfort and fit. She was a little surprised Laresa had thought to include a complete, and matching, set of underwear but she refused to question it. Realizing how long she had left George alone she hurried back out.
+His eyes widened as he saw her. She wore dark green flannel pants soft enough to be PJs. On top was a very soft velvet, green, tank top. Christine had been nervous about it conforming to her slight gut and undersized breasts but Laresa assured her she was trying to conform to an unrealistic ideal image of women. Not entirely persuaded she donned the shirt anyway. Now, seeing the look in his eyes, she was more convinced. ""I, uh, hope you like the movie I chose.""
+""Silly! Of course I'll like it. You got it from my collection after all."" He blushed and hurriedly sat on the couch. Once she'd taken the other side she hit 'play'. The movie turned out to be one of her favorites. Of course he probably knew that and chose it for her but he seemed to be enjoying it too. As the movie played she could feel Laresa enthralled by the story, watching through her eyes. As minutes turned into an hour the two found themselves creeping closer on the couch until, finally, she leaned against him. He lifted an arm allowing her to curl up with her head against his firm chest. His arm rested along hers. She finally understood Laresa's comment about the sensual nature of her outfit when his hand began to absently smooth her shirt, patting with the nap of the fuzzy material.
+Too soon the movie ended. The credits faded to black and the old tape continued to plod through the last of its length. Neither were inclined to break the tender mood, content to stay connected. _Put you hand on his thigh._ Christine was shocked. She'd actually forgotten about her silent partner, but to have her suggest something so bold? _It need not be right there, simply on his leg. Perhaps by his knee._
+Shifting the remote to her right hand, curled between their bodies, she diligently followed Laresa's instructions. His hand, absently patting her side, froze with the enhanced contact. After a few moments, in which he apparently processed the change, his hand started up again. _That's how you will be able to gauge his reaction. If he begins to pull his hand away then move back a step and stay there until he begins again._ Christine had to fight to keep from nodding at the sage advice. _Now, slide your hand slowly up his leg._
+ _Are you sure? This seems awfully forward! I don't want him to think I'm easy or a slut or anything._
+Christine could feel the laughter echoing up their link. _It has been so long since I have had a woman for a master I forgot how you worry. Men don't worry about such and frequently, upon hearing I will do anything for them, immediately demand sexual satisfaction._ Christine was about to insist that times and gender roles were different now, but Laresa continued anyway. _You should not fear your own desires young one. Even_ I _have needs. But fear not, I can sense from him his desire, though I have shielded you from it as you requested. I know such insults would not cross his mind._
+Chastised, her hand slid slightly more than halfway along his leg. Once again his hand stopped as he accepted the advance and started once more. The tape reached the end and began to automatically rewind, switching the TV back to cable and surprising them both. She switched over to the on-screen listings with the pretense of finding something to watch, assuming the direction Laresa was headed. _Correct you are!_ She could almost feel the smile coming from the genie and responded with a wide smile of her own. _Now move almost all the way up. Just avoid touching it. It's time to see if he's brave enough to make the move he wants to make. No more moves for you until he does something, but if he does, use your own initiative. Never fear, I will warn you if I think you are about to move too fast for the situation._
+Noticing the slightly enlarged bulge in his pants, and realizing her proximity to it, Christine vaguely wondered what move he wanted to make. She knew the move she wanted to make, to unzip his jeans, pull it out and taste it, but Laresa would also know that and she trusted the genie's advice. Her hand moved along his leg, stopping less than an inch from his crotch, with her thumb resting comfortably in the crease of his hip.
+His hand stopped again, very unsure this time. Pressed against his chest she heard his heart racing, almost in time with hers. She imagined the butterflies in his stomach matching those racing around her own. Something changed in his demeanor, more confident perhaps or at least determined. She knew before he moved that his action would change their relationship. If he pulled her back they would struggle to remain friends with what lay between them, or he could transform their friendship into something deeper.
+His hand shifted, sliding against the grain of her shirt, until it rested lightly beneath her breast with his thumb tracing its side. She gasped slightly as he carefully squeezed, his hand sliding forward until he cupped her. A pulse of excitement surged through her as his palm began to circle, playing lightly over the fabric protecting her sensitive nipple.
+Her hand moved of its own accord, crossing the last few inches to grasp the bulge so tauntingly close to her. His pants had masked his size some. Although she didn't have much experience to compare with, he seemed good sized, certainly larger than the few guys she'd fooled around with. He wasn't fully hard, certainly not straining against the fabric, but she felt certain he would test her limits. She began to massage him, enticing blood into his half- hard form.
+He continued his slow, infuriatingly light, caress, sending slight shivers through her. Her breath began to catch. Still, the only sign she had any effect on him was the rapidly tightening material beneath her hand. She was about to ask Laresa when it occurred to her he was hesitant to move further. She understood his fears. In this day and age the cry of 'date rape' was all too often heard and with the two knowing each other so well and working so closely together it would be an easy mistake.
+As she shifted, his hand fell from her tender breast. She shuddered her torment as the removed sensation caused a response almost as strong as the initial contact, and forcing her to stop mid movement. Finally, she managed to straddle him with her legs folded beneath her, sitting on his lap and trusting his strong legs to hold her. She reached for his shirt, peeling it slowly upward to reveal his delightful chest. He wasn't truly fit, certainly not toned, but she would be hard pressed to really call him overweight. He was, in her mind, nothing more than a giant teddy bear.
+Once removed, she tossed the shirt negligently aside and crossed her arms reaching for her own. As her arms began to rise she smiled, watching the wonder and amazement in his eyes as they carefully tracked her progress. She blessed Laresa as her shirt revealed her peach bra. The outer edges were solid, providing the most comfortable support she'd ever felt, while the center was a fabric so shear he could clearly see her areola and nipple through it.
+There are very few highs as powerful as seeing unadulterated desire in the eyes of someone you care for. She began to speed her progress once her view was marred by the shirt. When it half cleared her head, she felt him shift, his strong hands clutched her crossed wrists and pushed them behind her head. She knew a moment of fear but he was gentle enough not to overwhelm her. All fear evaporated in an inferno as he shifted again, his lips brushing against hers.
+Her mouth opened as she pushed into the kiss. Passion passed back and forth as she relaxed into the strange embrace. Her tongue probed forward. In a moment his slid forward and they became desperate for any contact. She felt the corse hairs on his chest tease her nipples through the slight material of her bra. The heat of his body seeped into her stomach and flew directly to the core of her lust.
+He broke the kiss, gasping for air a moment before she remembered to breath. His hands were already in motion, freeing first her hands, then head and finally arms of the constrictive shirt. His hands glided down her back trailing the excitement of a thousand feathers. Powerful arms wrapped her in a cocoon of security as he pulled her close once more. Part of her desperately wanted nothing more than to reach for his belt, pull him free and stuff him deep inside herself but she ignored it, reveling in the truest fulfillment of her dreams as mouths sought each other.
+The kiss continued and she felt her body begin to clench in anticipation, preparing itself for her need. It became harder and harder to ignore the screaming desire as his passion, passed from lips to mouth, complimented and enervated her own. His hard length strained against his jeans, pressing through her clothes to inflame her lust. Her hands found his chest, sliding through the dark hair, nails trailing across his flesh and spurring him farther.
+It was too much to bear. Muscles tensed and strained as her arms pushed against the warmth of his body. Careful still of her wishes his hands held her only loosely. The quick action threw her from his lap to land unceremoniously on the floor. She flinched from the pain and his eyes widened in concern and confusion. She saw him, the body so beautiful to her, the mind so sharp and the soul so tender. His eyes told her she delayed too long as he began to fear she was having second thoughts.
+She leapt forward grasping at his belt, releasing herself to the demands of her body in an effort to prove her commitment to the course she charted. His eyes grew wider as the button popped free and the zipper tore open, all as she pulled at the top of the pants. She continued to pull until his pants lay pooled about his ankles.
+She pulled herself back onto his lap, his hands moving to her hips. She felt him tug slightly at her pants only to be rebuked by hands gripping his arms and her sudden kiss. She couldn't trust herself with only the specious protection of their underwear holding back inflamed passions. Even with her luxurious pants adding distance she clearly felt him pressing and rubbing against her. She shuddered, her hips grinding against his instinctively trying to bring her to climax.
+With an act of extreme will she pulled herself from the desperate kiss. For a moment she reveled in his dazed expression before slipping sideways off of his lap. She needed a distraction to draw out the exciting night and knew just the thing. He began to regain his senses as she curled up on her side on the couch, her head in his lap facing the wonderful organ. Turning her eyes up she saw his comprehension dawn. He wanted something else, something more mutual, but he was too late.
+In an instant the elastic band of his underwear was down and his length shot skyward towards her waiting mouth. His hands moved to stop her but, she descended awkwardly, kissing his tip. His body froze as she knew it would. Her kiss grew deeper as she opened her mouth, taking more of him inside. The depths of her mind that wanted him, needed him, accepted her compromise as she reached out and began to stroke his length. All the while her tongue darted around, partaking in the salty taste of his manhood while tormenting the sensitive ridge.
+He groaned. His body seemed to relax into the comfortable cushions while his hips and groin began to tense under her ministrations. She tried lowering herself to take more of him in, as she somehow knew men wanted, but found herself unable to go more than halfway. She cursed herself as her body retreated slightly, gagging.
+ _Change position._ Christine nearly jumped. In the heat of the moment she had completely forgotten about Laresa and her promise to guide with experience. Now, suddenly, the woman's voice had reappeared, only something seemed different, more breathy perhaps.
+ _Shift to sitting on your knees and tilt your head back. You should be able to swallow much more of him._ Without hesitation Christine followed the instructions, barely managing to keep a semblance of rhythm to her hand as she moved. She was forced to remove her mouth from the delicious treat, briefly, but tried to make it up to him by sucking and kissing her way up the underside, from his base to the tip, before she engulfed him once more.
+In order to tilt her head back in the strange position she found it necessary to raise her butt and lean forward. Laresa's advice worked well however, allowing Christine to drop herself nearly to the base of his lust. His breath caught and released in an ecstatic moan. Suddenly she knew the part of her mind demanding more was Laresa. The genie's very desire to bring them both pleasure floated across the link to entice her mind. Her eyes looked up briefly to see his shut tight, an expression of pure bliss plastered across his face, and she understood the simple joy Laresa gained from serving her masters well.
+Suddenly a new feeling shot through her body. It was a feeling she was intimately familiar with but only knew from masturbation. The link faltered momentarily and Christine tried to discover the source, knowing only that it couldn't be Laresa with the faulty connection. Then she felt his arm pressing against the side of her breast. He had snuck his hand around until it slipped beneath her soft pants to caress her engorged mound through the unnaturally thin fabric of her bikini panties.
+She shuddered as every muscle between her legs clenched with unbearable need. Her own tempo faltered as he pressed and circled her lust. Those few who had even bothered to try to bring her to fulfillment had been clumsy and unsuccessful. His masterful fingers played on her tender nerves a veritable concerto, bringing her closer and closer with every pluck and thrum. She fell forward, trying to escape the delightful agony only to find herself choking as he swelled even larger, filling her mouth and throat. His tremendous fingers froze as he shouted a gasp. The moment she pulled back to regain control of her gag reflex he began to play again. The shock of euphoria racing through her sent her forward once more, desperate for any means of slowing his blessed touch. Back and forth they surged, teasing each other briefly in turn.
+ _Stop!_ Confused Christine instinctively obeyed the nearly breathless internal voice. _You feel the skin tightening near his base?_ She did, she hadn't noticed it through the intense inferno blazing out from her own core, but she knew she had felt it. _That's the first sign he is about to release._  
+Her head came up, free of him once more. She tried to sit back only to have his hand slide beneath her feeble protection. As his hands parted her very moist and intensely hot lips he paused, suddenly discovering her truth as his fingers met resistance. His eyes widened in panic. She could see he wasn't ready to take such a treasure from her and knew, as his hand retreated, that he intended to stop. For her it was too late. Laresa had know his signals but he had missed hers. As his hand withdrew he unconsciously retreated across her soft flower.
+Euphoria blossomed outward from the stray contact and the world seemed to contract inward even as her body sought instant expansion. Cautious eyes lit up hearing her honest screams. His fingers returned to caress and shift the petals protecting the blooming lust and she quivered, her head crashing onto his hip as her body shook beyond control.
+Desperate for more she tore at her own pants, pulling the underwear along as she stripped her legs free. He used the increased freedom to heighten her torment, altering his angle and intensity, bringing her higher than she had thought possible. He never realized her motives. It was not something special he would be taking from her but something she freely, and desperately, wished to give to him.
+She pulled herself forward, surprising him with both her control and speed, to straddle him once more. His eyes widened again sensing her intentions and his head shook slightly from side to side to deny her his right. Fearing the pain she quickly drew her hips to his. As his solid length breached her there was pain but the intensity of the very heights he had brought her to took the sensation willingly. Pain and pleasure blended together, arrowing up her spine to pierce the most primal part of her brain.
+Her vision fogged as she screamed louder. He filled her, seemingly far more than the size of his organ or the depth of her core. His thrumming pulse beat within her, touching every nerve, every fibre of her being. He quickened and began to stagger, she knew he was merging with her own ecstasy so she leaned forward to enfold him in her arms. Pressing herself to him she felt their very bodies blend together.
+They may have passed out. Christine couldn't remember. Her breathing had returned to normal but she could still feel him inside her, hard and blessedly real. _Thank you._ This time she did jump, having once again forgotten about her invisible guide. George stirred beneath her but only to snuggle closer, leaving their solid connection intact.
+ _Why would you thank me? I should thank you for your guidance!_
+Christine felt Laresa's joy flowing up their link. _So long have I been what I am that I had forgotten the first time. You have allowed me to once again experience, through your body, what was lost to me._ Christine smiled lazily thinking of the magical scene now added to her own memories. _And maybe some day we could let him know of me and I could truly understand what it feels to be one of them by riding along with his body._ Christine fell asleep laughing inwardly and hoping the genie would indeed get her chance.
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+135,Laresa's World Ch,Daniellekitten,Chain Stories,2008-05-29,2008-05-29,2022-01-08 03:50:38,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/laresas-world-ryan-ch-02,1. Another chapter from the Genie Laresa. 2. Another in the Laresa's World chapters.,[''],4.73,"Laresa lay curled on the pillows that served as her bed when she was inside of the ring, her body relaxing even though her mind was spinning a thousand miles a minute. He'd lied to her, after all the time he'd held her ring, making her perform his disgusting and obscene duties with little mercy as to her wishes, knowing the rules specifically said that lying would snatch the ring from his grasp and send her back on her voyage through time and space, he'd done it anyway.
+And thank the Gods in all the heavens for small favors.
+The man had been a pig, both in demeanor and in actions. He had to be one of the worst whose hands she'd fallen into during the years she'd been trapped in this ring. He'd used her body foully, she thought, shifting her hands down her naked sides and over her slender thighs, remembering how often he would bring her so close to her pleasures and then not allow them to happen, how he'd ordered her to never touch herself to bring herself to orgasm. How many years had she suffered his touch, how many years had her body been deprived the pleasure it was capable of giving.
+But no more, she thought, her fingers slipping between her slender thighs and finding the wetness between, hidden by the soft white blonde curls that covered her sex. She traced one finger over her flesh, twitching when it grazed the hard bud of her clit. Her head fell back against the pillows, the moonlight curls of hair that covered her head flowing down around her and over the pillows to lie on the floor of the ring. Her bare breasts jiggled as she pleasured herself, her nipples growing harder until she reached up with wet fingers to pinch and twist those pale pink buds.
+Her breath grew short, her hips rising against the caress of her fingers, feeling two stretch the delicate flesh of her wet cunt, sliding inside to twist and thrust until she could feel the sweet climax just within her reach. With her eyes shut, she thought back to other masters who had used her, flipping through them like an index in her mind until she found the visage of the one she sought, a dark knight who would seek her out after every win he had, whether it be for property, reputation, or valor.
+She pictured him now, his dark face between her pale thighs, teasing her with sly touches of his tongue until she would beg him to finish her, her body like quick silver in his hands, undulating desperately. He would, finding her clit with his hot lips and tongue, his fingers thrusting into her until they seemed little more than a blur, and she would come over his mouth, her juices tasting of the sweetest of nectars, their scent that of cinnamon, sandalwood and musk.
+She felt it now, that tightening that triggered the climax, a massive reward for the time she'd spent servicing an ill kempt cowboy. It was so close, so desperately, agonizingly close.
+And then she felt the warmth that heralded her calling and the pull of the ring that forced her to obey.
+""NO!"" she cried, feeling her body turn to the gray smoke that signified her change.
+New York City—October 1929
+Ryan Richards stared down in dismay at the body that lay on the street in front of him and then glanced up at the tall building above him. Another jumper, he thought sadly, bending down to check for a pulse, though there wasn't much of a hope for one.
+That's when he saw the ring. It was a pretty piece, bright gold with an amazingly big stone that winked in the sunshine of the cold autumn day. It might fetch him a decent price if he could find the right market for it. With the hands of a professional thief, which is what he was, he pulled the ring off the quickly cooling fingers of the corpse, standing to greet the cops that were just pulling up with their sirens howling.
+""Another bloke trying to see if he could fly,"" he said, sliding his hand into his pocket, the ring tucked securely in his fist.
+""It's the damn stock market, that's what it is. All those people who lost all that money don't think they have anything left to live for. I think they lost their mind too."" One of the cops started shooing away the crowd of people that were gathered to see the carnage, the other bent over the body, checking for a pulse before lifting up the man's jacket and covering his face with it, just as the newsmen pulled up with their huge cameras and flashing lights.
+""Yeah,"" Ryan said, ducking his head a little in his coat as if he were cold and backing away from the scene. In his business it was always better to keep his face out of the newspapers. He pulled up the collar, disappearing into the crowd and down an alley, heading for home.
+Home was a small one room flat on the fifth floor of a rickety old building. The elevator barely ever worked, the rats were as big as small cats, and he could hear his neighbor snoring through the thin walls. But it was cheap, close to where his hunting grounds were, and the neighbors didn't give two shits about what he did.
+The landlord was a lazy, cheap son of a bitch who didn't turn on the heat until the middle of November. So his room was always cold. He walked into the small room, stopping to pick up the blanket that he kept over his one kitchen chair and throwing it around his shoulders. It felt colder inside than it did out.
+Then he sat down on the ratty sofa that had come with the place and was also his bed and pulled the ring out of his pocket. Turning it around in his hand, he looked for any kind of marking to show when it was made. The inside was smooth gold, soft from wear, polished by time. He slipped it on his big hand, amazed that it actually fit his wide finger. Holding it up to the light, he admired the dark stone, watching it glimmer.
+It might fetch a good price. He could take it down to the broker on Sixth Street, Louis Haggle's place. Louie always got him a decent price and never squealed to the cops that his merchandise might be procured in some illegal manner.
+Ryan went to pull the ring off, meaning to put it in his pocket and see what he had around that could possibly be edible. He yanked on it, but it wouldn't budge. Spitting on his fingers, he twisted the ring around, getting it slippery in his saliva and went to try again.
+Instead, he watched, fascinated as a puff of gray smoke rose in the air, coalescing into the form of a beautiful woman.
+""Whoa,"" he whispered, jumping up off the sofa and stepping back and away from the woman, his hand raised. ""Who are you?""
+""My name is Laresa, Master. You have called me from the ring.""
+He looked down at his hand as she gestured towards it, staring at the ring. The gem, once bright and glittering, was now dull and lifeless. ""You're telling me that you came from this ring? How is that possible?""
+""I am a genie, Master. The ring is my home when I am not serving my master. Would you like to hear the rules governing my service?""
+Ryan was just staring at the almost naked woman who was standing in his living room. She was small, her head coming barely to his mid chest. But her curves proclaimed her all woman, with nicely rounded breasts that were barely covered by the thin vest that left her stomach bare to his eyes. A round purple gem could be seen, winking from her navel. Her legs were encased in sheer bloomers, allowing the lines of her legs to be clearly seen. Her hips were covered in a more opaque fabric but in the light from the window, he thought he caught a faint glimpse of the outline of her sex between her legs.
+""Huh?"" he said, looking back up into her face and finding himself lost in the amethyst color of her eyes.
+""Would you like to know the genie rules, Master?"" Laresa said, her tone a little harsh. He'd interrupted her in the middle of having her first orgasm in a century's time and he couldn't get his head around to grasp who she was? She had the right to be a little annoyed.
+""Oh,"" he said, ""ah, yeah, sure. Fire away."" Ryan walked around the girl, his eyes roaming over every line and curve.
+Great, Laresa thought. Another pervert. ""I cannot bring anyone back from the dead, Master. I do not have powers that great. I cannot force someone into loving you. I cannot change episodes that deal with wars or major events. I cannot...""
+""Sounds like you cannot do a lot of things. What can you do?"" He let his hand reach out and touch her hair, feeling the warm silk of it curl around his fingers.
+""What would you like me to do, Master?"" Laresa said, feeling his fingers playing in her hair, one hand stroking down the line of her back.
+""I'd like a steak and baked potato,"" Ryan said, his hand trailing across her ass, and giving one globe a firm squeeze as if checking it for ripeness.
+""Your wish is my command, Master,"" she said, blinking her eyes and staring over at the table.
+Ryan smelled it first. That wonderful meaty smell of steak cooked perfectly, seared on the outside and pink and juicy on the inside. Turning his head, he did a double take, his hand dropping from the girl as he stared at his kitchen table.
+What had once been scarred formica was now heavy oak, gleaming and honey colored. A cushioned leather chair sat in front of it. Bone china was placed in front of the chair, along with a platter that was covered by a sterling silver dome. Candles were lit and wine was breathing in a silver wine bucket while crystal glasses gleamed.
+""Holy moley,"" he breathed. Walking carefully over to the table, he reached a shaking hand out to touch the chair first, pulling it away from the table and sitting down slowly. ""Fuck me. It's real,"" he whispered.
+""Yes, Master. I hope you like the steak. I took the image of what you wanted and made it real."" She went to stand next to Ryan, leaning over to lift the silver dome from the platter, displaying a beautifully cooked piece of meat that had the saliva gathering in his mouth.
+""Please, God,"" he prayed quietly. ""If you are going to wake me from this dream, let me eat first."" He picked up his silverware and Laresa moved the steak onto his plate, pouring him a glass of the fine red wine and then stepping back and to the side to watch his pleasure.
+Ryan smiled as he took in his first forkful of the succulent steak that was cook perfectly. He savored every bite of his delicious meal, finally sitting back against the padded chair and twirling his wine in the crystal wine glass. For the first time he could remember, he was full and content. He turned to say something to Laresa, blinking in surprise as she held out a cigar for him, the tip cut off expertly.
+""How did...""
+""It was there, in the picture in your mind, Master. The perfect steak dinner is always followed by the perfect cigar."" She held out a long wooden match that was already lit and watched as he puffed on the cigar, bowing the smoke out above his head.
+""So this is real then?"" he asked, staring at her through the smoke.
+""I am real, yes Master.""
+""And I'm allowed three wishes?""
+""No, Master. I am your until you break the rules, or until the ring is taken from you. Only the person whose finger wears the ring can command me.""
+Ryan twisted the gold ring on his finger, setting the cigar down into the crystal ashtray she held out to him. ""So I could wish for a penthouse suite on... Whoa!"" he shouted as the world around him seemed to spin out of control. He reached out to grab for his table and it wasn't there. Instead, his body sank down onto one of the softest mattresses he'd ever felt. It was covered in satin, sleek and silky around him. He looked up to see Laresa standing next to the mattress, her arms crossed over her chest.
+""Will this do, Master?"" she asked, gesturing around her with a small bow.
+Opulent was the only word that came to mind when Ryan looked around the room. The bed was huge, easily big enough to sleep four comfortably. The room was very masculine with dark colors and leather chairs, thick wide pillows upon the bed and thickly carpeted floors. He sat up, staring around him then reached over and grabbed Laresa, pulling her into his arms and hugging her close in his glee. ""I can't believe this. It's mine?"" he asked, staring into her beautiful face.
+""Yes, Master,"" she affirmed, grinning up at him. He wasn't like her last master. No, Laresa could look into his soul and see the trueness of the man inside. There was a little blackness on his soul, but that wasn't from meanness. No, it was the cruel and twisted tricks that fate played upon the man that had added that blackness.
+Ryan looked down at the loveliness of the young girl. ""How old are you?"" he asked suddenly.
+""I have no knowledge of the passing of time, Master, such as you would know of it. I wasn't and then I was. I have been in that ring for millennia, always at the whim of a Master or Mistress."" She looked down at his shirt suddenly, her fingers picking nervously at a spot on the white fabric. She wondered if he would ask. She hoped he would, because only if he asked would she be able to tell him the way to free her from the ring.
+""And you grant as many wishes as that Master wants you too?"" Ryan laughed suddenly, pushing her off of him to bounce from the bed and throw open the doors he could see. One led to a huge closet full of clothes. He checked one suit and whistled. ""My size even,"" he said, smiling back at Laresa.
+Laresa felt a spurt of disappointment that he hadn't asked, but there was still time. She liked this Master. He hadn't yet tried to grab her breast or force her to suck his cock, though she didn't think she'd mind so much if Ryan did.
+""I think we need to change and go out for the evening, Laresa. You can change out of that..."" he pointed to her genie outfit, ""can't you?""
+""Yes, Master.""
+He turned to peruse the closet one more time and whistled again, this time when his eyes fell upon the black tuxedo, hung by itself on a rack. ""Swanky threads,"" he said, leaning in and taking it out. He turned to lay it across the bed, and stopped dead in his tracks.
+""Is this what you wished for me to wear, Master?"" Laresa asked, a sly smile upon her lush lips.
+""Uh, yeah,"" Ryan said, trying not to swallow his tongue. The blonde beauty had lost the genie look, instead she wore a long sheath of black silk that glittered with thousands of sequins. Her hair was shorter, curling around her face and barely touching her shoulders. At her ears were long diamond earrings that swung beguilingly as she walked. Her legs could be seen with every step she took through a long slit in the front of the gown, looking miles long in the skinny strappy black heels she wore upon her feet.
+""Lara, sweetheart, you look..."" he held his hands up, unable to come up with a word adequate enough to describe her loveliness. He reached out, touching the diamonds at her ear, slipping the long length over his palm. ""Are these the real deal?""
+""Yes, Master."" She held still as he let the earring slide out of his hand, the back of his fingers slipping over her smooth shoulder and down to the curve of her breast, barely touching the sleek rounded flesh that could be seen above the neckline of her gown. Laresa took a deep breath, feeling those warm fingers brush over her skin. ""Master?"" she asked, lifting her hand to his chest, watching as he slowly lifted his gaze from the creamy mounds to her violet eyes.
+""Is there anything I can do for you, Master? Anything you wish for me to do?"" she said huskily, her fingers sliding down over the white shirt he wore, stopping to play with one of the buttons.
+""You will do whatever I wish?"" he asked, his voice growing deep.
+""Oh, yes, Master,"" she said eagerly.
+""Anything?"" he asked, his fingers rising to play with the thin straps that held her gown up.
+""You have but to wish it to make it my command, Master."" Her other hand lifted, pushing the small button through its hole and exposing hard male flesh.
+""Then I wish for you to sit and wait over there, I'm going to take a shower,"" Ryan said, chuckling when he saw the look of confused desire upon her lovely face.
+He watched as she stalked away, sitting down with a huff and crossing her arms under her firm, full breasts, making the flesh above jiggle enticingly. It didn't matter, whether woman or genie, a woman disappointed would make that fact known.
+He walked into the bathroom whistling one long note when he saw the set up. It was huge, tiled in black and white, the tub was sunken and large enough to fit four people very easily. A shower stood in one corner of the room, etched glass doors closing off the black tiled space that would easily fit two with a multitude of shower heads. Huge fluffy towels sat a top a small bench and the room was riot with green plants. Small French doors led out to a balcony and Ryan couldn't help but step outside to see the view.
+It was a dizzying view down to the street level, the cars that were going by seemed little more than children's toys from this height. The lights of New York City spread out before him as if awaiting his every demand and laying down a jeweled carpet of twinkling stars just for him.
+""This can't be real,"" he whispered, crossing his arms over his chest to block some of the chill and staring around him. The view was incredible, the clothing impeccable, and the woman in the other room beyond compare. ""YES!"" he shouted, feeling as if he ruled the world.
+He spun and hurried back into the bathroom to get ready.
+It was a much different Ryan Richards that stepped out of the bathroom then went in. Where once he had been stubbled and tattered, he was now clean shaven, his hair slicked back in the latest style. The tuxedo's fit was impeccable, emphasizing his trim, muscular physique honed though years of cat burglaring, the white shirt making his skin appear dark. He finished fixing his cuff link as he walked into the room.
+""Good fit, doll.""
+""Thank you, Master."" Laresa rose from where she'd been sitting and walked over to Ryan. Her hands smoothed the fabric of the tux jacket across his shoulders before turning to let him help her into the small fur jacket and then linking her arm in his.
+They made their way down to the lobby, stepping outside into the cold air of the evening. Ryan stepped to the curb, ready to hail a taxi when a beautiful limo pulled up in front of him. The driver got out quickly, doffing his hat and holding open the door. ""Mr. Richards?""
+Ryan looked back at Laresa who smiled. He handed her in, waiting until she moved over in the seat and then slid into elegance. The ride to the Savoy didn't take long, but it was done in style, pulling up to the sidewalk in front of the swinging nightclub with all the fanfare of movie stars. Their door was opened for them and they were swept inside right to the maitre d'.
+""Mr. Richards,"" he exclaimed, his voice warm and welcoming as if Ryan were returning royalty. ""We've held your table, sir. It's wonderful to see you, and looking so well, also.""
+Ryan returned the greeting than glanced over at Laresa to see her smiling smugly. They followed the nattily dressed man to a table that overlooked the huge dance floor. A bottle of champagne was brought to them immediately after being seated, the waiter popping the cork and pouring the sparkling bubbly into two crystal flutes.
+As soon as he left, Ryan scooted his chair closer to Laresa's. ""You did all of this?""
+""Of course, Master.""
+""But I thought I had to wish it for it to be your command?"" he asked, confused as he reached out and took her hand in his, playing with her long fingers almost absentmindedly.
+""You wished for a night out, Master. That is what I'm giving you.""
+""Yeah, you're putting on the ritz, that's for sure.""
+""Does that mean you approve, Master?"" she asked, her smile lighting up her face.
+""Oh doll, I definitely approve. But I got one question. How's a palooka like me supposed to afford something like this? I definitely don't have the jack for this joint.""  
+Laresa leaned over and ran her fingers across the front of his tuxedo jacket before reaching inside and pulling out an expensive leather wallet. ""Master, you didn't forget your wallet, it is right here,"" she said, smiling at him as he took it from her. He opened it, whistling when he saw the denomination on the bills.
+He stared at it and then stared back at her before putting the money back in his pocket. ""I gotta know, you aren't going to up and leave me holding the bag with all of this...?"" he asked holding up his hands. ""I mean, this tux alone costs more jack then what I pull in all month.""
+""I am yours until a rule is broken or until you let go of the ring, Master.""
+""I think I need to go and make sure that guy that swan dived gets a swanky funeral,"" Ryan said almost to himself.
+Up on the stage, the light grew dim, a woman stepped out, a light shining down on her from up above. She seemed to fit in with the mood of the night, sleek and opulent, her raven black hair curled around her shoulders, her red sequined gown almost blinding in the spot lights.
+The band started playing some soft, slow and jazzy and she opened her mouth, her voice a husky siren's song as she sang the lyrics. Ryan rose, reaching out his hand for Laresa and pulled her out to the dance floor. She stepped into his arms, fitting there as if made for them. His hand found the smooth skin of her back, exposed by the low dip of her gown and he pulled her even closer as they moved around the floor.
+Laresa felt the desire that had been unfulfilled for so long create an itch between her thighs, a need that being held so close was making even worse. For not the first time, she wished that she was allowed to take the initiative, to act on her own free will and not wait to be called or to be given the freedom by a Master to do as she wished. But even that had been taken from her when she'd been put into the ring.
+The music floated through the large room, creating a mood in Ryan for romance. Or perhaps it was the woman in his arms that was making him feel so, he didn't know. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. ""Is there anything in the rules about love making?""
+""No, Master,"" she said, shivering as his warm breath caused goose flesh to rise. ""I am yours to command in all ways.""
+He took her hand and led her back to their table, sitting down and pulling her chair closer. His hand slid onto her leg under the long white tablecloth, his fingers stroking slowly upwards, the slit in the front of her gown leaving her leg bare to his touch. ""Part your thighs,"" he said, leaning closer to whisper in her ear.
+Laresa did as she was commanded, breathlessly, feeling his big, hot hand slip further up her leg, tormenting her by moving ever closer to her needy flesh before moving away. He teased her, running his fingers up and down, until finally his hand settled with possessive delicacy over the soft flesh of her cunt.
+Then it was his turn to gasp, for his hand slid into wet heat, no barrier coming between them. ""You sly minx,"" he whispered to her as his fingers parted her swollen nether lips, pushing into the opening of her needy sex. He stroked his finger slowly, pulling it out to swirl it around the hard knot of her clit before thrusting inside of her again. He could feel her body tensing, her face flushing as he played with her, enjoying the way she tried so hard to not moan, to not let any of the people around them know what he was doing to her.
+""Would you like to come, Laresa?"" he asked her, using his other hand to pull her legs a little further apart.
+""Yes, Master,"" she whimpered, fighting to keep her hips from moving in time with his fingers.
+""Good,"" he said. ""Let's go home."" He pulled his hand away from her wet flesh, lifting his fingers to her mouth and sliding them against her soft lips until she opened them, her tongue coming out to taste her juices.
+""What's a tasty skirt like you doing with a bum like him?""
+Ryan looked up, seeing the man who was standing over Laresa. ""She's leavin' with me, that's what she's doing. Now beat it and you won't get hurt.""
+""What if I say different?"" the man said, watching as Ryan stood.
+""Buddy, I don't know what your beef is, but this is my girl and we were just leaving."" Ryan went to pull out Laresa's chair, to help her up when the man opened his jacket, exposing the butt of a pistol tucked into his waistband.
+""You're leavin', she's stayin'."" He looked over at Ryan and laughed. ""Dry up, old man. I'll make sure she gets home only slightly used."" He sat down in one of the other chairs at the table, his hand coming out to cover Laresa's.
+Ryan leaned over, picking the man up by the collar of his shirt and lifting him out of the chair. He dangled the man from that hand, staring down at the two inch space between the man's shoes and the floor in amazement. ""Whoa,"" he said. ""I mean, beat it bub, I don't want to have to tell you again, the lady is with me."" He gave the man a slight toss which sent him reeling backwards to land on his back on the floor.
+Holding his hand out to Laresa, he helped her up, listening to the maitre d' apologizing as they walked out the door, they got into the car.
+""Take the long way home, James,"" he said, watching as the man tipped his hat. Before the door was even shut, Ryan had Laresa bent over the seat, his mouth on hers. The kiss was hot, wet and wonderful. Her lips soft, her tongue sweet and tasting of the champagne she'd drunk. Her hands were under his jacket, pulling his shirt free of his pants and sliding up and over bare male skin.
+He moaned as he felt her soft palms caressing him, his mouth moving over her mouth to her jaw, down her throat, pulling one of the straps of her gown down and finding the hardened tip of her nipple with his lips. He felt her hands in his hair holding his head still while he swirled his tongue around the berry pink tip, licking and suckling, listening to her whimpers of need.
+The other strap came down, baring her to the waist. His hand went between her legs, desperate for the feel of her once more, tight and wet around his finger. He pushed inside of her, first one and then two fingers, stretching her delicate opening with fingers slightly rough with passion.
+Laresa opened her eyes, looking down her body at the man who was intent upon driving her mad with need. Her hips lifted to match the beat of his thrusts, her head fell back upon the seat. Her eyes met the driver's gaze as he stared at them in the rear view mirror.
+""Oh,"" she whimpered, feeling a strange thrill at seeing his eyes on her body, watching what Ryan was doing to her with avid lust. She felt hot and wicked, arching her back and seeing his lips part as he gazed at the round, firm mound of her breast with its taut nipple begging for attention.
+Ryan moved down her body, kissing the smooth flesh over her ribs, the taut skin of her stomach. Lifting her legs, he pushed her gown above her hips, baring the white blonde curls of her pussy to him.
+""He's watching,"" Laresa said as Ryan looked up at her.
+""Do you care?"" Ryan asked, a playful smile on his face.
+""Not if you don't, Master. Your wish is my command.""
+Moving slightly, Ryan gave the driver a better view, pushing Laresa's leg up against the back of the man's seat and opening her pussy with his fingers. ""You have such a pretty pussy, doll,"" he said, sliding his finger through the wet heat and slipping two inside. ""James?""
+""Yes sir?""
+Ryan almost laughed at the husky note in the man's voice. ""Doesn't she have a pretty pussy?""
+""Yes sir, definitely.""
+""It's hot and wet. And very tight, James. Would you like to feel it?""
+""Uh...I'd be a fool to say no, sir.""
+His hand reached over the back seat, slipping up Laresa's smooth thigh and sliding between her swollen lips. James groaned at the wet heat of her cunt, feeling his cock get harder than it had been moments before as he pushed into the tightness of her. ""Damn me, but she's a tight one, sir,"" he said, thrusting his finger rhythmically into her, finding the hard knot of nerve endings with his thumb. ""She's a prime piece, sir.""
+""Do you like this, Laresa? Do you like having James touch you while I watch?"" Ryan's voice was husky with lust, his eyes sweeping over her slender form as she arched and moaned, rubbing her cunt against the driver's hand.
+Her beautiful violet eyes were half closed as she fought with the aching need of her body. It had been so long since she'd been allowed to come, so long since her body had been allowed the release that another's hand or mouth could give her. She was so close to that first peak, so close to finally reaching her own pleasure.
+James stared into the rear view mirror, his eyes on the beautiful dame's face. She was breathing hard, her lush lips parted, her eyes half closed and hazy. He could feel her juices on his hand, feel her thighs clamping down around it, rubbing against him, burying his fingers inside of her.
+A horn blast surprised him and he jerked the wheel so that they were back in their own lane, pulling his hand away from Laresa's cunt with a sharp curse. ""Sorry sir, I guess I should pay attention to driving,"" he said ruefully.
+Ryan sat Laresa up, watching with a grin as oncoming headlights spotlighted her naked breasts, the man driving the car coming towards him ogling the lush beauty with disbelieving eyes. ""Get dressed, love,"" he whispered. ""We are almost home.""
+James let them out in front of the building, Ryan tipping him with a bill big enough to have the man sputtering. He turned once, before they entered the building to see James lifting his hand to his nose, smelling Laresa's aroma upon his fingers.
+Then they were in the elevator and heading up. As the doors of the elevator opened into the penthouse, Ryan bent and picked Laresa up across his shoulder, heading right into the bedroom with a slap across her bottom when she wriggled trying to get down.
+""My turn, you little vamp. I saw how turned on you got by having James watching you. You enjoyed it, didn't you?"" he asked as he flipped her off his shoulder and onto the bed.
+""Yes, Master,"" Laresa said dreamily. ""It has been ages since I was last allowed to orgasm, Master. My previous owner, he cared naught for my passion or pleasure. He found it amusing to deny me what I needed most.""
+""I'd never think to deny you,"" Ryan said, reaching up to rip the tie from around his neck and tossing it away. His coat followed and then his shirt, the buttons flying off as he ripped it open. His shoes were kicked off, one sailing across to land in the closet. And then he was on the bed, reaching for her.
+""I have this fantasy,"" he said as he captured her hands that were trying to touch him.
+""Yes, Master,"" Laresa purred. ""Tell me your fantasy and I will make it come true.""
+""I'm a conquering war lord and you are the daughter of my most fierce enemy. And also my prize for I captured you fairly in a raid."" Ryan felt a shimmer in the air as the room faded around them to be replaced by another. Instead of expensive art, the walls were little more than fabric, the bed changed to lush pillows and fur coverings. The soft cloth of the tuxedo pants were gone, changed to leather breeches that clung to the muscles of his legs. His hair was longer, flowing over his shoulders as he held down his captive, the beautiful Lady Laresa.
+Her large violet eyes were full of her hatred, though in their depths he could see a fire of passion that he was determined to ignite. Her hair was long and thick, tangled around them like moon beams made of substance instead of light. A rough gown covered her slender frame and he reached up, grabbing the center and ripping downward, hearing her scream of rage.
+Her breasts were round and full, nipples pink and taut, begging for his lips. He found one, drawing it into his mouth, his tongue teasing the sweet flesh until she squirmed under his lips. Using the flat of his tongue, he tormented her, watching as her lips parted and she arched uncontrollably under him.
+Switching to her other breast, he repeated the treatment, sensing her surrender to his greater strength and prowess. ""You want me, Lady. Admit the truth and feel the true pleasure I may give you.""
+Laresa shook her head, knowing her Master wanted the power of his seduction to woo her to his way. She was dying inside, wanting him to fuck her so badly but her wishes were not of concern. It was what her Master wanted, always that. ""I will never admit to something that is nothing but a lie. I hate you!"" she screamed.
+Ryan smiled, feeling the thrill of power as his fingers trailed over her breast and down to the were the gown lay across her hips, grabbing the material in his big fist and ripping the rest of it off so that her body lay before him, pale perfection, silken skin almost seeming to glow against the dark fur beneath her. His fingers found the curling silk that covered her woman's mound, combing through the delicate curls before sliding between her plump lips. The heat of her, the wet desire he felt there denied anything she might say. His finger swept through her juices, lifting his hand to her mouth and tracing her lips with her own wetness.
+""This tells me you lie, not I, beauty. Your body betrays your mind, growing swollen and wet for the feel of my cock in your cunt. You yearn for my caresses, you yearn for my kiss. If you'd but admit to it, Lady, then we might each reap the reward of this coupling.""
+Laresa turned her face away, tasting herself upon her lips as her tongue peeped out to furtively slide over them. Ryan surprised her then, rolling to lie upon his back on the large pile of rugs, his hand playing with the ring upon his finger.
+""What...?"" she asked, confused.
+""My breeches, wench,"" he ordered with a lazy grin on his handsome face. ""Remove them.""
+""No,"" Laresa said, playing her part and gasping with shock at the thought of performing such an intimate task.
+""Do it, or I shall call my men in here and let them take your body until either you give up this charade or they kill you, one or the other."" He smiled again, as she hurried to sit up, the scraps of her gown falling away from the perfection of her body.
+Laresa pulled on the ties that held the breeches in place, her fingers shaking from the lust she felt. Her Master was inventive and interesting, nothing like the last one. She could only hope that he didn't break the rules. Staying with this Master could be...""Oh,"" she breathed as the front placket came loose on his breeches, his cock tenting the loose leather before she plucked it away.
+Ryan lay back on the furs, Laresa beside him, staring down at his cock with the most lustful expression he'd seen in a woman in years. Most wouldn't get past the ragged clothing or the half starved expression in his eyes. But now, with her, he felt like a king.
+""Touch it, wench,"" he ordered huskily. ""And have care, for the tool in your hand will be the one granting you pleasure this long night.""
+Laresa reached out and slowly wrapped her small hand around his cock, feeling the heat of it, the throbbing pulse of it as if it were a being of it's own rights. He groaned, almost making her release it, for she was playing the part of scared virgin. His hand came out, covering hers, slowly stroking her hand up and down the hard shaft.
+Ryan used her hand on his cock, stroking it over him and feeling the pleasure swim through his system. ""Your mouth,"" he said on a groan as thoughts of feeling the hot wetness of her mouth enveloping his cock had tiny drops of clear fluid leaking from the tip of his cock. ""Open your mouth, wench. Suck on my cock,"" he ordered, using his other hand on her head to push her closer, feeling the long length of her hair caressing his chest.
+Her lips parted, brushed against the tip of his cock, her tongue coming out to taste of his potency. His hand on her head pushed her further, until slowly she slid her mouth down around his shaft, using her tongue to pleasure him, sucking upon his swollen flesh as if it were the most desirable of treats.
+""Oh, God yes, Lady."" His hand lifted her head, grasping a handful of white blonde curls to use to control her motions as he thrust in and out of her mouth. He felt her gag when he pressed to deep, the pressure on his cock exquisite as he pushed deeper. He could feel the tingle that heralded that rush of boiling hot seed that would pump into her mouth and pushed her away, not wanting to come just yet.
+Ryan pushed Laresa back into the furs, hearing her gasp for air, feeling the heat of her body as his mouth found that taut tip of her nipple, sucking it into his mouth and feasting on her succulent flesh. He rolled it with his tongue, feeling her arch her back, seeing her hands dig into the furs as she fought the pleasure he was determined to make her feel.
+Sliding down her body, he pushed her thighs apart, forcing them when she resisted. His hands slid under her thighs, holding onto her hips, one hand coming over to rest upon her lower stomach, forcing her to stay still as he stared at the luscious treat he had uncovered. Her scent rose in the air, sandalwood and musk, cinnamon and nutmeg, spicy and arousing.
+Laresa fought, her hands groping as she tried to find a way to get him from between her thighs. Even though, knowing he was seeing her, knowing her as no other man had was causing a terrible coiling need in her loins. She wanted to beg him to continue, to find out what he could do to her, if he could make her feel more of this pleasure pain he was giving her now.
+""No!"" she cried, feeling something soft and smooth invade her groin. Staring down at him, she realized with a kind of shocked shame that it was his tongue. He saw her looking, winking at her as he ran his tongue over her clit, feeling her body jerk with the sudden thrill of pleasure he was causing her.
+His finger slid down, pushing gently inside of her, feeling her tightness with a jolt of desire. Soon he would be pushing his cock in this tender opening, feeling how tight she was as he thrust into her, driving them both to the most sublime form of sexual ecstasy. She would be his then, his and only his, for he felt the proof of her virginity against his finger, stopping him for pushing further.
+But first, he would show her what her body was capable of. He would force her to climax on his tongue. His mouth was hungry for the sweet taste of her cunt, feeling every twitch and twist she made as his tongue went to work on her tiny clit. Long lapping strokes pleasured, tiny jabs tormented, little flicks teased until she was a writhing mass of need under his mouth.
+Laresa could feel the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter low in her stomach, building and building until she thought she'd die if it didn't stop and die if it did. His mouth moved over her like a firebrand, his tongue driving her further up passion's dark torment until suddenly, it was as if something broke inside of her, spilling hot pleasure throughout her body in wild waves of heat. She cried out, her hands fisting in his hair, holding him to her as the spasms continued.
+Ryan untangled her fingers, rising above her, his arms behind her knees to lift them to his shoulders. He could see the spasms of her cunt in the flicker of the torchlight surrounding the furs they lay upon. With a groan, he pushed his hard cock against her small portal, punching through her maidenhead with the first thrust and pushing half of his cock inside her tightness.
+Laresa moaned, the pain more of a tingling than actual hurt, feeling her body give grudging way to the thickness of his tool as he stroked it deeper inside of her. He whispered in her ear, forcing her to acknowledge who he was and what he was doing to her, forcing her to remember the pleasure that still shimmered over her nerve endings even as that coil in her belly started to grow once more.  
+""You're mine,"" he told her, his voice unsteady as he pushed deep inside of her, the sweet friction of her cunt like a silken vice holding him tightly. ""I am your Master,"" he groaned, his hips churning against hers, feeling her body writhing under him as she fought to reach another peak of passion.
+Her nails dug into his shoulders, her hips jerked up and against his, ramming him in until he butted against the entrance to her womb. The muscles in her cunt spasmed around his cock like a wet hand clothed in velvet, milking him of his seed as he roared his pleasure, hearing her own sweet cries as she once more felt that burst of pleasure that dazzled her mind.
+He felt as if she'd turned him inside out, falling to his back next to her, looking around the room with dazed eyes as he saw they were once more back in the penthouse bedroom. The satin felt smooth and cool against his back as his chest heaved while he fought to calm his breathing.
+""That,"" he groaned, feeling her tiny hand come up to trace patterns in the hair of his thigh, ""was incredible, doll. I've heard of fulfilling fantasies, but..."" he chuckled, his eyes closing as she ran her fingers over the wet skin of his cock.
+""I can be many things, Master,"" Lara said, her body satiated for the moment. This master was an inspired lover, willing to work for her pleasure as well as his own. She was content with the ring's decision of owner, this time.
+""Well,"" Ryan drawled, feeling with amazement, the first stirring of his cock under her slender fingers, ""I've always wondered what sex on the moon would be like.""
+Laresa laughed. ""Your wish is my command, Master.""
+
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+136,Laresa's World Ch. 03: Alex,Tseranc,Chain Stories,2006-09-09,2006-09-09,2022-01-08 03:50:41,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/laresas-world-ch-03-alex,Her Master & Lover wishes to learn of her origins.,"['Djinn', 'Genie', 'Jinn', 'Laresa']",4.43,"Tuxedo buttons flew in all directions as the sides of cloth they once held together had been violently yanked apart. The strip of fabric that had recently been tied into the perfect bowtie followed. No article of clothing was safe from the prying hands of Mrs. Laresa Gabriel as she tore off her husband's fine garments. Her own beautiful dress lay several steps behind the impassioned couple; where Alexander, 45th President of the United States, leader of the free world, and now, victor over the war on hunger, had torn it from his wife's body moments before.
+Together they teased and disrobed each other until both were completely naked; which is when 46-year-old Alex tossed his much better looking, but vastly older wife onto their bed.
+""We did it. We made a difference that will last."" It was the last verbal pat on the back he would give them for at least an hour. As thrilled as he was with their accomplishments, Alex had little mind for anything other then the beauty before him, and bringing her delirious amounts of pleasure. He knelt before the bed, running his hands up her smooth, milky thighs and watching in awe as they parted. He never tired of this woman, and might well be the first President to have actually been completely faithful. His kisses heated the genies' flesh, while his fashionable beard, complete with flecks of grey, tickled and poked.
+Soon his lips and tongue worked their way ever higher until he could lick his way over her swollen lips. Her fingers flew to part the silky folds and grant him access; his lips immediately seized her clit and teased it.
+""Oh yes Alex!"" Her head tossed back, crashing into the pillows as she enjoyed the actions of her husband, and master's mouth. So many nights had he loved her, but none were as good as when together, they had accomplished something good for the world. In those moments he had always chosen to thank her in the most intimate of ways. Judging from the passion he had now, tonight would be the most amazing yet. Laresa thought back to the wonders this man had done for her body, and the events he had thanked her for; saving the Red Wood Forest from logging, his election to Governor, providing a functional healthcare system that was later adopted by all 51 states, election to President, ending the war on terror, and now providing food for all the World's people with an international organization that worked.
+Her focus was brought sharply back to the moment, when her beloved husband pressed another finger deep inside her. Her moans filled the air as her back arched. Suddenly, like a burst damn, she flooded her lover as the orgasm ripped down her spine. She squirmed and squealed in delight as Alex kept on licking and sucking at his wife's sex. He had to struggle when her deceptively delicate looking legs clamped around his head, but he pressed on, bringing several more eruptions from her twitching body.
+Two hours later, as they both lay exhausted from their extended lovemaking, Alex rolled over to face his cherished bride. ""My dear Laresa, I owe you so much, the whole world owes you. You've provided everything I could dream of, everything I could think to give. You've given me endless nights of passion, and countless hours of entertaining stories of your past. You've answered all but one thing to my complete satisfaction. Where did such an amazing being like you come from? I know you can't lie to me, so I know you don't know, but I think I can give that to you. To us.""
+""I've always been curious myself, I told you that, but if I do not know, then who else can possibly answer?"" As soon as she asked, she recognized the look in his pale blue eyes that she'd come to know well. He'd thought things through and come to the next wish to command of her. He'd always been careful, methodical even, about his wishes. He wanted them to last through time, and benefit as many as possible. She loved him for that, for the truly good man he couldn't help but be. She had come to know so few men of true nobility over the eons, and far fewer still that she had been blessed to call Master.
+""Laresa, my love, I want you to take us back to witness how you came to be. I do not want to interfere or be seen, only to watch and learn.""
+""Your wish is my command, Master."" Her soft words echoed in his mind, her loving emphasis on the only time she was permitted to call him Master.
+Their bedroom faded away, the walls disappearing to provide a view to some remote, ancient desert. A tribe, the Jinn, worked their way through the heat from the blazing sun above. Alex and Laresa remained in their bed watching, unaffected by the cruel environment that those they watched suffered. Specifically they watched a man they recognized as the leader, give instructions on where to set camp. A young woman watched him to ensure he was too busy to catch her flirting with a boy that seemed about her age. It took Alexander only a moment to realize that the girl they spied on was Laresa.
+""Seems you had a crush, anyone I should be jealous of?"" He teased.
+""I don't remember him at all, but from the look on my face, it seems I did rather like him,"" her voice was still soft, but it had lost the melodious tones that he loved. He looked up to see the wrinkled brow as she watched her young self dance around a boy she may have loved, but could not remember.
+The view faded again, and as the world melted around them, the scene that formed was that of several of the ancient Jinn tribe, elders from the looks of it, including the leader from the image before, discussed their fate around a small campfire. Times where hard, and only getting worse. They decided it was time for another sacrifice to the gods. They discussed several options, deciding what material possessions might best appease. A large Amber gem was donated from one man, his most cherished item. Another gave several golden nuggets. The tribe's chief hung his head in sorrow, but swore his daughter to the sacrifice, as the thing he most cherished in the world.
+The view shifted suddenly, now a remote mountaintop, where the young, human Laresa lay bound to a large rough wooden altar. Tears streamed from the girls eyes as her father kissed her forehead, then placed the amber gem on the damp spot his lips left. His own eyes held back the unshed tears as he turned away, and motioned for the boy, the same she had been dancing with, to place the torch he carried into the pile of wood and grass beneath her. Chanting began, as others danced around Laresa's burning body, none seeming to pay any attention to the screams that came from the blaze and echoed through the valleys.
+The Jinn had asked their gods for the power to save them, and many times over had been answered. Sadly none realized that the people and items that sacrificed were forever bound together with all the power and intent they poured into their ritual. Centuries later, when the gold and amber were found mysteriously locked together, a ring was forged of them combined materials, and Laresa, the Djinn came forth as wisps of smoke, coalescing into the same woman that now lay with Alexander.
+The couple on the bed watched the Jinn tribe fade into the forgotten recesses of history, later to be referred to as spirits of flame and wind in the desert. But the Djinn, their unknown creations became slaves to whoever possessed the material part of those original sacrifices.
+""My God Laresa, he left you there. He gave you up for the hope of better weather."" Disgust rolled through Alex, his bed and wife now safely back in their room in the White House. He saw the tears streaming down her face, and tugged her even closer to him. ""I'm so sorry, I should never have wished you to see that.""
+They held each other through the night, Alex trying to comfort his love, and hating himself for wishing this pain upon her.
+ _Author's note: The Jinn were noted to be creatures of 'subtle fire' in Islamic texts, but pre-Semitic lore places them as spirits of the desert of an ancient and forgotten people. I took a bit of liberty with this idea and ran with it, giving the Jinn a face, and how the Djinn, as the west as come to know the Genie came to be. It was my hope to be respectful to all existing lore of the Jinn, but also to create something new. Hope you enjoyed!_"
+137,Laresa's World,SEVERUSMAX,Chain Stories,2006-09-29,2006-12-15,2022-01-08 03:50:55,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/laresas-world-ch-07,1. Laresa changes the lives of two Welsh serfs. 2. Laresa gets entangled in World War 2.,"['Feudalism', 'Genie', 'Hisotrical', 'Hisotrical Romance', 'Medieval', 'Orgy', 'Plague', 'Polygamy', 'Superstition', 'War']",4.36,"_This story is a part of the chain story called ""Laresa's World"", started by RedHairedandFriendly. I hope that my own contribution is worthy of the theme and the series. This is the 7th Chapter in this series. It is set in the Late Middle Ages, during the Black Death and the Hundred Years' War._
+*
+Welsh March, October 31, 1355 (Julian Calendar):
+Harry Llewellyn was no baron or merchant. He didn't belong to a guild. He was certainly no knight. He had neither title, nor land of his own, or even freedom. Harry Llewellyn was a serf. He belonged to the land. The land, of course, belonged to King Edward III of England. It didn't matter to anyone outside of Wales that no English lord had any business owning Welsh land and assigning it to English vassals. It didn't matter that the native Welsh were oppressed by their feudal overlords. The Crown still owned the land, and he was bound to it for life.
+""Harry, the lady Gwynn insists that you bring her the new coat that your sister wove before her death. Then you must summon the apothecary and the priest. The lady is not well,"" Meredith informed him.
+Meredith Owain was another servant, but she had it a little easier. She was a house maid, after all. That was far easier than Harry's work, since he was a tanner. Harry wouldn't lie and say that Meredith was a gorgeous woman, but she wasn't ugly per se. She just bore pock marks from the smallpox that she acquired as a young girl and somewhat ""miraculously"" survived. It was some miracle. She was scarred for life. Everyone assumed that none would marry her.
+Harry thought it a sad thing, but he had greater problems. He strongly suspected that the lady Gwynn had the Black Death. Furthermore, bringing her things increased the danger that he would contract the plague. As he was now the only Llewellyn left on the manor, he didn't appreciate losing his own life too. The family had to continue, after all.
+If that wasn't bad enough, Harry hated the lady Gwynn. He felt that none deserved the Black Death more than that woman. She betrayed her fellow countrymen by marrying an English March lord for personal advancement when her merchant husband died under suspicious conditions. He also hated her late husband, who had conscripted his father into the war and forced Harry to take over the tanning shop at the young age of 14. Both died in some distant battle in France.
+That was the beginning of the family troubles. His mother died not long afterward, from the Black Death. His sisters also succumbed to the plague, after which his younger brother fell ill with smallpox and died as well. He was an orphan at 18.
+The manor now technically belonged to the lady Gwynn's son, but he was too young to rule it. Instead, that bitch controlled everything. She was twice as cruel as her husband, since she knew how much the peasants hated her. She also prevented any of her male serfs from copulating with her maids. This was supposedly on ""moral"" grounds, but everyone knew better.
+The lady Gwynn liked to make a serf pleasure her now and then, after which she dropped him and took another. This would be fine, if she didn't make sure that life was awful for the former favorite when his time with her was done. She interfered with his marriage choices, making sure that only the least compatible women were allowed to wed him. The married serfs counted themselves lucky, however, since the lady Gwynn liked to keep up her ""moral"" reputation by avoiding other women's husbands.
+She had not done this until her husband's death, since she wished to be sure that he couldn't punish her for it. She took a vicious delight in making former lovers miserable men for the rest of their lives. This woman was not one that any male serf wished to bed anymore, no matter how pretty she was. Not only was she cruel, but she was so selfish that many men left her bed without ever cumming. Most people made a sign of the Cross, whenever they saw her progress through their section of the manor.
+Harry grinned when he saw the lady Gwynn, however. Despite cursing when he saw that she was naked, he laughed inside when he realized how far gone she was. He felt a little guilty at his joy in her suffering, but then he remembered what a wicked woman she had always been. The lady of the manor was almost gone. Most of her body had already rotted and her mind held on from sheer terror of the afterlife. No doubt that was the reason for calling for the priest. She was desperate to avoid peril to her eternal soul. Harry personally thought it was much too late for her to escapes the fires of Hell.
+""Well, Meredith, I think the lady is doomed,"" Harry whispered to the friendly maid, when she entered the bedchamber as he prepared to leave it.
+He always liked Meredith and vice versa. The poor woman never received much attention from the other men of the manor, but Harry understood her loneliness and saw what a sweet girl she was in fact. Of course, most men partly ignored because of her appearance, but they were also motivated by the risk of getting too close to a maidservant. Harry wouldn't mind marrying her, if the damned lady of the manor would just hurry and die. He doubted that he could do so, however, even then. The manor would pass to the custody of the steward, who would probably discourage the maids from taking husbands.
+While Harry doubted that he could be strictly faithful, it didn't matter anyway. Even if she wed him, she would be subject to the feudal rights of the steward, acting in lieu of the lord. It wasn't likely to be a Church wedding anyway, and only those were sacraments involving vows. Everything else was unofficial and few peasants of either sex were physically exclusive. That was especially true during the Black Death, when the nuns and harlots were buried in the same graveyards.
+""I'm sure that you're right, Harry. However, I have another question for you. Did you see that ring over there? Could you take it with you and sell it? We could split the money and use it to flee the manor. Wouldn't you like to do that? I could live in a convent, since they don't ask questions about novices. You could join a guild in some large city. I know it's theft, and it's wrong, but please do it? We both hate it here, and you're the only man who has ever been nice to me. If I want anyone to be a free man, it is you,"" Meredith suggested.
+""Normally, I'd say 'no', but I have no scruples about robbing a traitorous whore like the lady here. Yes, let's do it. I'll take it off her hands. She doesn't need it like we do, and we deserve some payment for our years of servitude,"" Harry agreed happily to her naughty scheme.
+""Thank you, Harry. You won't regret it. Now, please leave with it quickly and leave me to my chores,"" she replied, touching his hand as she did so.
+It was clearly meant to be subtle, but Harry wasn't fooled. It was the first admission that Meredith might feel the same way as himself, even if she planned to take holy orders. Most likely, she simply assumed that she stood no chance with even Harry, and consequently planned her life to manage without him. She thought herself to be ugly, since everyone deemed her that way (except for Harry, of course).
+""Well, Meredith, I have my own plans for you, and they do not involve a nunnery,"" Harry swore to himself, when he was safely in the tanning shop.
+He was her best chance for a husband, and he wanted her to have one, if for no other reason than someone would give her company and protection. Someone would cherish her and father children on her. Besides, he didn't mind the idea of a wife. He just avoided marriage, despite the risks of becoming the lady's favorite, because he wanted to marry Meredith. He refused to take another woman as his bride. Since he knew he couldn't have her, he didn't care about not having good choices. It was his silent protest against the rules of the manor.
+""Damn, I wish that there would be some confusion and panic on this manor long enough for Meredith and me to run away!"" Harry exclaimed, not noticing that he had twisted the ring out of a nervous habit.
+At that moment, a lovely blonde had appeared before him. He heard footsteps, turned slightly, and saw her. He assumed that he was dying or something. Perhaps this was a fairy or something like that.
+""Excuse me, but are you a fairy?"" Harry probed, more curious than afraid.
+If he died, so be it. Life on this manor was worse than death. He didn't care, if he didn't get to be with Meredith.
+""No, Master, I'm a genie,"" the woman said.
+""Master? I am no man's master, including my own. I am a serf, belonging to the land here. My name is Harry Llewellyn, but you can call me Harry,"" he corrected her.
+""Sorry to contradict you, Master, but now you are someone's master. You're mine. I am your genie. I do your bidding. I grant any wishes, with a few rules and exceptions. Master just made a wish, in fact. I am certainly willing to perform it for you. If you make it again, it will be official, now that I am out of the ring. My name is Laresa, by the way,"" the genie informed him rather bluntly, but kindly.
+""Do you mean when I wished for confusion long enough to escape with Meredith? What if I simply wished to be gone from here, without even the confusion? That wouldn't cause other people trouble,"" Harry inquired, truly stunned at this notion. Nothing the Church taught him ever spoke of a ""genie"". What was that?
+""If you wish it, I'll grant it, Master. That is, unless it is against the rules. Just do not lie to me. If you do, I will vanish from your life forever,"" Laresa explained.
+""Then I will be honest with you, even if it embarrasses me. I can't afford to lose the first good luck I've had in my life. I wish that you take Meredith and me to Hereford. That should be far away and large enough of a town that none will realize that we are runaway peasants. All we have to do is evade capture for a hundred days, and the law says we are free,"" Harry finally decided.
+""Then, there you go!"" Laresa declared, and the three of them disappeared from the manor.
+Meredith stood shocked inside the walls of Hereford. She had not realized that Harry's ring contained a genie, of course. Seeing herself, along with Harry, inside the town, was enough to tell her that something magical had happened. What had caused it, and whom? Did God or one of the Saints grant her prayers? Did the Blessed Virgin free her at last?
+""Harry, what are we doing here? Do you know? Where are we? It looks like the English town of Hereford, but I have never been to England, so I can't be sure,"" she asked him, approaching him with some panic of her own.
+""It is Hereford, I assure you. My genie took us here. She came out of the ring and gave me wishes. She called me 'Master'. Can you see her? She's right here, in fact,"" Harry tried to calm Meredith down.
+""No, I can't. What's a 'genie'? I've never heard of those before. Is it the same thing as a fairy?"" Meredith asked him.
+""No, they are different somehow. Laresa, can you appear to Meredith, so that she can see you?"" he wondered.
+""Yes, Master. If you wish, I will show myself to her as well as you,"" Laresa answered him. She was pleased to do that, since Harry seemed kind and good. Something about him made her happy to be his genie.
+""Thank you, Laresa,"" Harry replied, hoping to prove his claim to Meredith, so that she didn't think that they were both drunk or mad.
+Meredith suddenly saw the most gorgeous woman she had ever met in her life (of course, for a peasant girl in the Welsh March, that wasn't saying much). Her clothes were very colorful, exotic, and scanty. She loved the look of the girl, and instantly wondered if she was an angel or something.
+""Are you an angel?"" she suddenly asked Laresa.
+Laresa smiled and reassured her, ""No, Meredith. I'm one of the djinn from the Near East. I was in the ring that you found and gave to Harry, in order for him to sell it for money. I belong to Harry, although I would have belonged to you if you had summoned me instead. I doubt it matters, however. I suspect that Harry has a few wishes to make concerning you. Don't you, Master?""
+Laresa had realized not too long before that Harry loved Meredith, and it was probably mutual. Unless Harry ordered her not to meddle, she hoped to see the two peasants wed. She also knew that Harry was not the sort to be exclusive in terms of his lovers, but she knew that he secretly preferred to have a couple of wives, instead of a long series of nameless women. Harry wanted variety and quantity, but he also wanted love and a happy family that keep him from being lonely. He would likely want to bed her, as well as Meredith, but would then be faithful to the two of them. That was just the nature of this man. He loved Meredith, but he now fell for her as well.
+""Yes, I do. I wish that Meredith was my wife, well, one of my wives. I wish that you were the other. I want no other women. I know that I haven't bedded either of you, but I know what I want, and it is both of you,"" Harry said, much to Meredith's surprise.
+""You want her and me? I can understand her. In fact, I was even more prepared to wear the nun's habit now, since I can't compete with such ravishing beauty. I am just thankful to be free of that place. You want to marry me? You're not lying or teasing me, are you?"" she demanded to know, the red face of shock and embarrassment matching the red hair on her head.
+""He is definitely telling the truth, Meredith. Otherwise, I would have vanished, since he would have been lying to me. Lying to me automatically costs a new owner my services forever,"" Laresa encouraged her, ""You have your wish, Master. If you wish to take us as your wives, then so be it. I must admit that I have heard more shocking wishes in my long lifespan. You want only the women whom you love. I can't fault that, no matter how strange it is. Certainly, I have seen larger harems, so it doesn't shock me. Your wish is granted.""
+""Thank you, my dear Laresa. I must admit that you won my love the moment you treated me with respect. You're only the second person to do so in my lifetime. I also wish for Meredith's face to heal,"" Harry reacted to this development with more than a little pleasant surprise.
+""You're welcome. I would warn you that I can't make Meredith love you, but she already does. I'll be happy to serve you and become your wife, Master,"" she spoke, before suddenly touching Meredith's face and making the pock marks go away.
+""Do I look beautiful now? I want to look beautiful, since you loved me when I was ugly. I want to make you happy, Harry. Do I look lovely now?"" Meredith asked, somewhat uncertain still.
+""Absolutely, my dear Meredith. Okay, another wish, Laresa. I would ask for more, but I don't need more than that. I wish that I will be accepted into the Tanner's Guild and always prosper in my trade. I just wish to be a great tanner and make enough to take care of you women,"" Harry wished.
+""So, you have ambition, but it is only to be a Master Tanner?"" Laresa inquired.
+""Yes. I just wish to be that, so I can take care of you. That's a lot better than being a serf. A Master Tanner can eat meat. I don't wish to go away to some foreign country and rule many lands. I just want to have the large family that was taken from me as a youth. I want to be able to run my own life. I want to love my wives, enjoy both of them, and father children on them. You're the only two women I've ever wished to marry. Before you, it was just Meredith whom I sought to wed,"" Harry told them.
+""Well, let's find an inn, so we can consummate our new marriage,"" Meredith urged.
+""Yes, I also wish that we have enough money to pay the innkeeper,"" Harry stated.
+""Done, Master,"" Laresa agreed, grinning as she made the coins appear in his hand.
+Harry hurried and paid the innkeeper, allowing the three of them to go inside the inn. He was still surprised that he could have two wives. Meredith seemed willing enough to accept it, though perhaps she was still just very flattered that he included her in his desire for marriage.
+It didn't take much time for Laresa to undress, followed by Harry and Meredith. Somehow, the knowledge that Harry chose Meredith as one of his wives was more than enough to overwhelm the pain of jealousy that she felt over sharing him. She told herself that it was best to live with it and learn to rule it. She didn't wish to disappoint the man who had chosen and wanted her first, when she was still scarred from smallpox. How many men would still love her when she was ugly like that? How many men would still want to be her husband when she was old? The only one that she knew of being that way was Harry.
+Harry Llewellyn was a great man and a great tanner, and she was honored to be his wife, even if it meant sharing him. She would still feel jealousy, but it was better to share Harry than to have all to herself some shallow fool who wouldn't have looked at her twice when she was ugly. To have the same status as this beauty was flattering to a degree that she had never imagined.
+Laresa, meanwhile, was very touched by their love, and wanted to simply be part of it. Besides, she loved Harry too. She couldn't help herself. He had all of the lust one might expect in a man, but more love than she had seen in a man in a long time. In any case, he was her Master, and yet he selected her as a wife too. He didn't just keep her as a concubine or a slave. He treated her as a lover and a spouse, not as a simple chattel.
+When they were all nude, Laresa lay there and invited Harry to enter her. He didn't resist the offer, naturally. His fingers toyed with her sex a bit first, but then he thrust inside her. Meredith watched this with some awe, understanding that she should observe it first. She grasped that Laresa knew that she was a maiden and needed to learn about the carnal acts happening in front of her.
+Harry was more excited than he thought, but he continued to move inside Laresa's pussy. He loved the way that she co-operated during this wedding night. She seemed to know that he had never been a woman half as beautiful as her, yet she didn't act superior, like most beauties would in her case. Perhaps it was just because he was her Master, but he doubted it. He really viewed it as a sign that she had discovered the truth about him almost immediately. He was a simply a lonely man who wanted to love and enjoy somebody else. He wanted more than one woman, but he wasn't a liar or a manipulator. He wasn't a womanizer, a man who loved and then left the women in his life.
+Laresa squirmed, as Harry drove her closer to her climax. She felt the heat of his uncircumcised cock in her cunt, and she wrapped her legs around him to prevent him from slowing down. She wanted him go deeper and faster in her pussy, since he did very well for an illiterate peasant.
+Meredith began touching herself, unable to explain why she now did what had once been only a secret act for her. Perhaps she simply knew that she was the next to experience what Laresa did, and she anticipated the pleasure that the genie clearly felt at this point. She wanted to be part of it. She ached for Harry to take her as well. She had never loved a man before him. No one else had been so kind to her. No one else had even considered her for a wife, either.
+When Harry got closer, Laresa realized that Meredith needed him soon. She didn't want her to have to wait for his seed. She encouraged Meredith to come over. The peasant girl was so wet that she didn't question the gesture. She simply lay down next to Laresa.
+""Enter my pussy, Harry. Please, take my pussy! I need you! Laresa is willing to share you now. She wants you to do it to me as well! I need it!"" she begged Harry.
+""Yes, Harry, my love. I can have more of you in a little bit. Meredith has waited for you much longer than me. Give her what she has wanted. Take what you have wanted for so many years. Finish inside her. You can fill me next, when you regain your strength. I'll still be here, Master,"" Laresa reinforced Meredith's plea.  
+""Very well. I can't resist your pleas,"" Harry sighed, although not unhappily.
+As much as he enjoyed taking Laresa, to take Meredith's cherry after waiting so many years for her was a whole new experience. He had never had a virgin before. He felt how tight she was, noticed how wet she seemed on his cock, and sensed how much she welcome it. Yes, his first thrust had to break past her hymen, but once he got inside her, he became aware that her pain eased and her lust for him increased. There was some blood and some groaning in reaction to the first entry, but she didn't seem to hate him for it. She was so caught up in the desire to have him that she endured it and left it behind in scarcely moments.
+Even so, the third thrust was the last. Harry tried to hold out longer, but he found himself reacting to his bride's passion and his own pleasure in the sight of her and his other wife by cumming at last. He felt awful about it, but he had just fucked two women that night before his release. That was no small thing for any man.
+""I wish that I could have given you girls more pleasure, however,"" he apologized.
+""Oh, but you just did, Master. There is no need for apologies. We loved it, and your wish just now shows me why you'll be a great lover,"" Laresa said, before her orgasm abruptly began.
+The genie and her fellow wife began turning red, moaning, and shouting in reaction to Harry's wish. It took them scant minutes to pant their climax at last. They looked at each other with understanding. Neither was a rival, as both cared about him. The genie was too kind and generous for Meredith to deem her a threat. They could both love this man and let him take care of them, as well as taking care of him.
+""Let's go downstairs and get some ale, bread, and meat from the tavern. You must be famished by now, my dear wives,"" Harry urged them.
+Meredith looked at the man who had loved her from their youth, when she was ugly, and responded with a satisfied grin. She got up and began to dress.
+""Yes, Master,"" Laresa obeyed, being rather hungry and content herself.
+There were worse places to be a genie. This man was one master who actually cared about people. She just hoped that she stayed with him and his redheaded companion for several decades of her life. It was restful and happy for all of them. A simple rustic life in medieval Wales beat most of her experiences, aside from the Black Death.
+
+"
+138,The Literotica Olympics Day 04,Honey123,Chain Stories,2004-06-18,2004-06-18,2022-01-08 03:54:39,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-literotica-olympics-day-04,Event: Greco-Roman Wrestling.,"['Back Bringing', 'Bringing Body', 'Hands Sliding', 'Hips Pounding', 'Honey Hands', 'Literotica Olympics', 'Taking Place', 'Top Position', 'Vella', 'Wading Pool']",4.48,"_Authors Note: A style of wrestling practiced in Olympic and international amateur competition, yet with the Greco-Roman wrestling the legs may not be used in any way to obtain a fall, and no holds may be taken below the waist. Get real__this is the Literotica Olympics and anything goes. Carry on..._
+""Afternoon, Folks. This is Vella_Ms, reporting for Literotica at one of the most celebrated of all Olympic events. Today is special event is taking place in a little side arena which we all like to call the Wading Pool. In this area, ""No Kids Allowed"", we will be hosting the KY Jelly Wrestling Event. The contestants for this event have been informed ahead of time of the rules; you know what folks, there are no rules!""
+""That's right, Vella!"" says ChilledVodka. Turning from the center of the arena to look at his lovely co-correspondent. ""I have to admit, you are looking scrumptious today. Wow! That see through negligee really looks sexy on you!""
+""Why, thank you CV, as you can see. I am not just another pretty face in the crowd. I have one hot body as well!""
+The crowd shows their approval by clapping and whistling as Vella does a sexy walk to show off her outfit and gorgeous body.
+""Wow! Very, very nice Vella!""
+ChilledVodka can't peel his eyes off Vella, and she nudges him with her elbow. Nodding her head towards the audience for approval.
+""Huh! Oh, right, right! __Okay!"" CV says, clearing his throat. ""I will set up the scene for you.""
+ChilledVodka strolls over to the center of the arena where there is a baby pool half-filled with KY Jelly.
+""Today we have two teams for this Greco-Roman Wrestling. Which here at the Literotica Olympics has been renamed to KY Jelly Wrestling. In Greco-Roman Wrestling the legs cannot be attacked and there is no grabbing of the hips. But the judges have already ruled that out, and the opponent will accumulate points on the way the hips are grabbed and the amount of riding time. When the bell rings one member of each team will enter the pool. And remember, anything goes!""
+""That's right, CV, and it looks like the men's team, appropriately named, ""BMOC"" of SummerMorning, and DirtyLover.""
+""Oh. BMOC. Meaning, Big Men on Campus?"" ChilledVodka asks.
+""No, CV. Big Muscles on Campus! As you can see these men are trying to impress the crowd by flexing their__uhm__muscles!""
+""These men are hung, and quite proud of their fine physiques. I have been told, they can make some horses I know pretty jealous. Vella?"" Vella nods her head, looking at the men unabashingly. ""But wait, Vella! I think the team of the ""T&A"" are about to...""
+""T&A?"" ChilledVodka interrupts. ""As in Tits and Ass?""
+""Yes. Although I thought ""TNT"" would have been more appropriate with Honey's nickname being Hot Crotch and all!""
+At that point the stadium is filled with Beyonce's ""Naughty Girl"" song. Both Honey123 and Damppanties walk out arm and arm sucking on lollipops. Their naked, suntanned bodies glistening in the sun. Both girls have incredible bodies; the same heights, with taut stomachs, round firm buttocks and perky full breasts. As they saunter out the crowd goes wild!
+Stopping in front of their male opponents, Honey deliberately licks her lollipop taking it in her mouth. She then languidly pulls it out her tongue twirling around the hard candy; her gaze never wavers from Summer. Before turning around Honey hands him her lollipop, then bends over in front of Summer to retrieve a rose that a fan had tossed at her feet. Rising slowly she uses the rose to glide along Dampy's legs, teasing her silky skin with the petals. Dampy stands before Honey, staring defiantly at DirtyLover and spreads her legs slightly allowing Honey to massage the rose between her inner thighs.
+Honey slowly brings the rose to her nose, breathing in deeply before tossing it to DirtyLover whom inhales the new scent of the rose. DirtyLover feigns a heart attack and is caught by Summer. Leaving both men and the crowd staring after them opened mouthed the girls retreat to their side of the pool.
+""Wow! What a display Honey123, and Dampy are putting on. Both men and women alike are hooting and hollering at these girls. Let me tell you something, they are incredibly sexy!""
+""I agree CV! These girls took their training pretty serious as well. Every time I passed the workout area, I heard them moaning and groaning. It's funny; I don't see any ribbons and bows on them__oh wait a minute! Looks like Dampy has one in her hair. Oh how cute! But do you think they can handle their opponents?""
+""Oh, I think so Vella. Just look at the way Honey is looking at Summer. I heard they had a little tete-a-tete a few weeks ago. Their brief love affair ended a bit abruptly when Summer called Honey, ""Sunny"". I am pretty sure she will be making a point to have him go down, if you know what I mean!""
+""We can only hope. It seems that Honey and SummerMorning will be the first to start.""
+Vella rings the bell to begin the competition. Honey and Summer step into the pool, and start off in their neutral positions. Honey raises her arms trying to get crowd's participation while she is taunting, and teasing Summer. Honey, takes some of the jelly and rubs it along her body. She seductively smiles and winks at Summer, cupping her breasts and spreading the jelly around them, and her nipples.
+""How sexy is that?"" Vella says, as she fans herself. ""Looks to me, like Summer's got himself a full-johnson.""
+""Don't you mean full-nelson?""
+""Not quite take a look at how big Summer's muscle is getting watching Honey spread that jelly all over her body!""
+""Well, Vella,"" ChilledVodka says, while bringing down his shorts. ""Then I'm pretty sure I've got a full-johnson myself.""
+""Really?"" Vella reaches over and feels CV's bulge, slowly rubbing up and down the shaft. ""Mmm__I'll say!""
+""Don't stop Vella that feels really good!"" ChilledVodka says, covering Vella's hand with his own, holding it captive on his growing bulge. ""Wait a minute! Looks like Honey is in her set-up stance. Oh and what a set-up stance that is, ey, Vella? Honey is trying her hardest to distract Summer by turning her back to him and smacking her ass!""
+""Yes, she is and Summer is just loving it, and really who wouldn't? Honey and Summer are moving around each other like two animals getting ready to fight. She motions and yells, ""Bring it on!"" Looks like Summer is getting ready to pounce on Honey, but then she does a fuck-under, __erm, __I mean duck-under, and Summer falls headfirst into the KY Jelly! She will definitely get some takedown points for that move!""
+""What a lucky back Summer has Vella, and look at the way she is controlling him here by wrapping her legs around his waist. There is no way he is escaping from that move and who would want to?""
+""CV, listen to the way the crowd is roaring! This has Honey flexing her muscles as she straddles Summer's hips. She can rack up a lot of riding time if she can stay on top. With the way she's sliding on his jelly soaked body, I'd be surprised if she can.""
+""Oh no, Vella! Summer is doing his bridge move that has Honey sliding off. That's a real nice move Summer has made, and he appears to be very happy with himself. Oh, it looks as though he is going for, __yes, yes he is! He is going for the tie-up position. Which by the way is one of my favorite positions! He is working his way into a level change. Now he grabs for Honey's hips, bringing her body hard to him. Summer's hands are sliding over Honey's sides. Looks to me like he is getting ready to perform his penetration move.""
+""Do you think there'll be a takedown, CV?""
+""Oh I hope so, Vella. Look at the way their bodies are sticking together, the way Summer is caressing Honey's breasts, his hands sliding along her back down to her ass pulling her close to him! This is some match, hey Vella?""
+""Yeah__seems like he is getting ready to do some slamming! Look at the way he is pushing against her. The way he is reaching beneath her buttock, and then rubbing her pussy!"" Vella's breath is coming out labored as she is describing the antics in the pool. She closes her eyes and absently caresses her breasts, exposing them as she moves her negligee to bring her hands underneath the silky cloth.
+""What a boob!"" cries, ChilledVodka.
+""What? Who? What'd I miss?""
+""No, no, I mean your boob__Wow! With the KY Jelly on them__oh, boy, Vella?""
+ChilledVodka pulls Vella close to him, her luscious breasts pressing up against his chest as he covers her mouth with his. The roaring of the crowd jerks them apart. And then Vella trying desperately to compose herself points to the frolicking in the wadding pool. The crowd stands on their feet chanting and clapping, ""We Want Honey! We Want Honey!"" and apparently, so does SummerMorning. He lifts Honey up, and eases her slowly down on his thickly coated cock.
+He penetrates her slowly and gently with long strokes as Honey's hands cross behind his neck. Summer begins to pump harder pushing her against the edge of the pool wall. Making her yelp as they loose their balance, and fall back into the pool sending globs of KY Jelly flying across the arena, hitting both of the commentators, bringing them back to reality.
+""Uhm__sorry about that__Ah__Oh yeah! Damppanties reaches for Honey's hand and seems to want to be part of the act, __erm__I mean event!"" Says Vella her mouth inches away from CV's.
+""Yeah, it seems that DirtyLover has seen his chance to bring Dampy down."" Says, CV as he reaches out his tongue to lick Vella's lips.
+""Mmm__look at the way Summer is thrusting deeply into Honey. He is really racking up some points here! But wait! __Summer reaches a hand out to tag DL, but Dampy is there, and does a leg shot! DirtyLover slips on the jelly falling into the pool bringing Dampy down on top of him, in a top position. This, quite frankly is one of my favorite position!""
+""Really? Good to know."" ChilledVodka says, kissing the side of Vella's face as she half-closes her eyes bending her head backward to offer her neck to him.
+At this point, DL is lying face up in the pool. Damppanties straddles his hips, pounding on her chest in a Tarzan motion. DL grabs her hips and slides her along his chest. In order to stay on top, Dampy grabs at DL's hair pulling his face closer into her pussy and wraps her legs around his head.
+""Wow, now that's what I call a full-nelson!"" Vella exclaims. ""Uh, oh, it looks as though DL has something in mind for our Dampy?""
+CV nuzzles his face in Vella's neck, murmuring, ""And I have something in mind for you too, sweet Vella.""
+Vella smiles as CV trails hot wet kisses down her neck to her breasts. Her nipples hard with excitement as the jelly drips down her cleavage. Vella arches her back bringing them closer to CV's mouth.
+Back in the wading pool. DL slides Dampy all the way to his mouth, lifting Dampy slightly up as she straddles his face. His hands are moving Dampy slowly up and down as she grinds down on his tongue.
+Looking over CV's head, Vella notices that Dampy is changing positions.
+""Hey, it looks as though Dampy is trying to get up. Wait a minute, oh my goodness, she's turning around so she can do a Whizzer!""
+""That's__that's__well, that's just down right kinky!"" CV says, snapping his head up so he can see what's taking place.
+""No, no, CV, a ""Whizzer"". A Whizzer means that Dampy is attempting to gain control of her opponent. And boy is she! She is grabbing DL's hard cock! And it doesn't look like he's complaining at all!""
+""Listen to the crowd roar as Dampy standing over DL, bends over, shoulders to feet. Exposing her full round buttocks to the crowd, and a very happy DL. Dampy impales herself upon him. Will you look at that! It's as if she's spiking a football after making the winning touchdown!""
+""Yes, but this is KY Jelly Wrestling CV, and that's what we call a screw job! Which reminds me, CV. How is that, um, half-johnson of yours doing?""
+Vella turns and looks at her co-commentator. Her eyes widening as she sees that he now has a full-johnson, and decides to show him exactly why the top position is her favorite move. ChilledVodka moans appreciatively as Vella slides her panties off, and positions herself on top CV's cock. CV clutches vella's hips pounding into her harder and faster running his hands down her buttocks grabbing each cheek with one hand. CV spreading Vella wide open plunges deep into her.
+""Mmmm__I think we may have to end this event for the day. Be sure to tune in tomorrow for the fencing event here at the Litero...""
+""Oh, shut up already, CV!"" Vella interrupts, tossing the mike and rips open her negligee exposing two magnificent looking breasts. She grabs hold of ChilledVodka's head, and crushes his face between her cleavage.
+""I think we are all winners here, don't you Vella?"" CV mumbles, he places his hand on her back bringing her body closer to his as he kisses her hard nipple. Teasing them playing with them as his other hand works it way down her hip, and around her stomach to gain a touch of her swollen labia.
+""Mmmm__"" moans Vella. CV dips his fingers into her wet mound, flicking her clit stroking it as Vella's hip thrust against his hand.
+""Yeah, CV__Mmm, yeah__right__there!""
+As the helicopter flies overhead, it's camera pans down to capture this moment on tape. It seems that the whole stadium has decided to grab the person next to them and engage in what can only be declared as One Big Greco-Roman Orgy- feast!"
+139,The Literotica Olympics Day 05,Belegon,Chain Stories,2004-06-21,2004-06-21,2022-01-08 03:54:40,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-literotica-olympics-day-05,Event: Fencing,"['Back Face', 'Black Tulip', 'Blade', 'Bout', 'Center Chest', 'Colleen', 'Colleen Thomas', 'Meet Thrust', 'Pushed Edge', 'Stepped Back']",4.27,"“Ok, wait a second. I thought this was an Olympiad of sexual games?”
+Even over the clash of blades and stamping of feet, I could hear the confusion in McfBridge’s voice. We had walked into the largest Salle’ in Athens together, both somewhat amazed at our own recuperative powers, considering the events of the previous night. What an Opening Ceremony! We had thought that by being early we would have some space in which to train. Although Mac had shown a lot of talent in our earlier events, he admitted to having almost no knowledge of this kind of “swordplay”.
+“Meaning that everyone here looks pretty serious about this?” I asked, though I felt I knew the answer. “Yes, we are Literotica Olympians to fight bouts that are perhaps a little more intimate. But for some reason, this event seems to be more about sport and less about sex every four years.”
+“Any theory as to why? I mean, everyone seemed to get along pretty well last night.” McfBridge sounded confused. “Now here they are trying to stick each other with swords.”
+I laughed. “And just how is that different than what we were trying to do with the girls last night? I mean, those swords aren’t steel and may be a little shorter…”
+“Speak for yourself, mate! I think this three foot piece of steel’s got a bit of growing to do to match me.” LewdandLicentious strolled over with the steel in question resting on his left shoulder and raised the famous eyebrow in my direction. “Havin’ a bit of a self-confidence problem, Bel?”
+“Not at all Lew. Just ‘cause I usually carry my donuts in a box. Lew, you remember McfBridge, yes?”
+“Card player, right? I remember him fine.” Lewd reached over and shook Mac’s outstretched hand. “I’ll see you two blokes later I assume? Equestrian today…”
+“Yes, we’ll be there. Say hi to Lou for us when she wakes up.” Lewd strolled out into the morning air. “Ok, lets go over here and tell me what you’re watching…” McfBridge and I walked over to where Liar, Black Tulip and a gosling were watching two shapely bodies taking each other’s measure with Colleen as referee.
+We watched as the two ladies continued their conversation with the blades. They seemed very evenly matched and familiar with one another’s style. Just as one seemed to get an advantage, the other would meet each thrust with a perfect parry and riposte’.
+“It’s almost as though each knows what the other is thinking,” said Mac. “Who are they? Any one I know?” Although few details about a person’s body are hidden in the tight clothes worn in the sport, the mask does tend to obscure other features. I was about to tell him when a hand snaked over my shoulder and placed a single index finger over my lips. “Quiet, sugar. Y’all just let Mac figure it out on his own.” I obeyed, but I also took Cloudy’s red-nailed fingertip between my lips and nibbled and suckled a bit. I was rewarded for my efforts by a sharp intake of breath and another hand on my right shoulder as the move caught her by surprise and her knees buckled just for a second.
+“Well,” McfBridge started, “ The one on our left seems to be focused entirely on speed. She is very quick and I think the woman on the right would be done if it weren’t for her correct anticipation. She is a little reckless, but I get the impression that though her impetuousness gets her into trouble, she is usually quick enough in body and mind to recover.”
+“Essentially correct,” stated the gosling, which then shook her feathers and grew before our eyes into a slender woman with golden hair, firm lips and a longish neck. “Lucky is rather obsessed with speed when it comes to sport.”
+“What about the other one, Hon?” said Cloudy in her best Alabama drawl, with a slight quiver from my continued oral administrations to her fingers and hand.
+“Unfortunately, I’m a little distracted. Give me a second.” Mac was staring at something indeed. His eyes were definitely focused a little less than halfway up the figure on our right.
+A male voice said from our left, “The ass? Did you know a quarter bounced off of it goes up about three feet?”
+Suddenly the stamping of feet in front of us stopped and Colly turned Liar’s chin back to face forward.
+“I heard that Liar. I’d rather you avoid saying things that could distract my participants.” Colleen Thomas can be rather focused at times but she rarely misses anything said in her vicinity, even when you think she isn’t listening.
+Honey123 on the other hand was laughing so hard she had her hands on her knees and had dropped her blade. Which was probably why Colly had stopped the bout.
+I was suddenly distracted from the scenery about me by the introduction of a cold pointed object to my adam’s apple.
+“Release the Indian Princess’ appendage, sir, or I will stick you in a most uncomfortable place…” I let my eyes travel up the blade until I met Lucky’s laughing eyes, “Besides, that tongue needs rest. It has a lot of work to do over the next 15 days.”
+“As you command, milady. Besides, Ol’ Mac here has an appointment with a pirate…”
+“New to the true sport of kings, McfBridge?” asked Minsue. “I will be more than happy to take you over and introduce you to Pops. That way we can let poor Bel here try and talk his way out of this one. Now, Pops is a good teacher but a couple of words to the wise. One, that patch is not real; so don’t be surprised if it switches back and forth between the two eyes. Second, the parrot is real, and if it thinks you are trying to hurt Pops it will go right for your…” Mindy’s voice faded as she walked Mac towards the corner where Pops_54 and Svenskaflicka were giving lessons to a few of the Litsters who had never before crossed literal swords rather than metaphorical ones.
+Meanwhile, I contemplated how I was actually going to talk my way out of this. Luckily, Black Tulip had my back. Well, actually she had Lucky-E-levens.
+“Lucky,” said the dark flower as she leaned over the shoulder attached to the arm that had a sword at my throat, “Let our impetuous friend go will you? I have a use for him.” This last bit she purred in a way more suited to a black cat than a tulip.
+“Ok B.T.,” said Lucky, lowering the point off line with a smirk, “But only if you will vouch for his future behavior. You have to watch him. He lurks around all quiet like and then seems to take great pleasure in popping up and trying to be witty. He succeeds about 1 out of 3.”
+“Ow, madam. You wound me. Surely I am at least closer to fifty percent? Or perhaps you are just enjoying the tease? I know that you know how badly I want to touch that body of yours instead of just drooling over it…” So saying I moved to slide gently past Lucky, pausing to give her a quick peck on the cheek, before throwing my upper body into a sweeping bow in front of Black Tulip. “My rescuer. What would you have of me?”
+“For now, just a sparring partner,” she replied, “We can discuss the rest after we get warmed up.” As Tulip and I made our way to an open area on the floor I could hear the giggling behind me.
+Five days later I was nervous as I prepared for the final bout. I had never made it to the finals before. The fighting had been fast and furious, and fatigue was going to be a factor in this final match. Lauren Hynde had pushed me for all I was worth in the semi-finals, and I think I’m going to flinch for a while every time some one shouts out “Porto” at the top of their lungs. I think she would have had me if not for the distraction of an impish little voice that had calmly projected a “Hi Lauren!” at just the right moment. The quick giggle that had caused was what gave me just enough of an opening to get the final touché.
+I have a feeling that Abs is going to claim more than just the massage and cigar I promised her. Hey, don’t look at me like that! All is fair in love and war, and fencing with this crowd was a little bit of both.
+There had been some interesting pairings. Tatelou and Lew somehow got matched up against each other in the very first round. Lew never had a chance. He got totally lost in the eyes and the cleavage and was done quickly. A blessing for the rest of us, as Lew has the advantage on many of us in reach. A rather surreal moment had come in the early afternoon, when Oggbashen and Jeanne D’Artois had somehow ended up facing each other. My new buddy McfBridge had gotten fairly deep into the tourney before running into the buzz saw in red leather known as Crimson Maiden. CM in turn had been defeated by Liar, who had made quite a run to the quarterfinals, defeating Cantdog, Minsue, Vella_Ms and Destinie21. Yet even Liar had fallen before Colleen Thomas, my opponent in the finals.
+I admit to being a little intimidated before facing Colly. None of us guys had ever faced her before. She had always restricted herself to bouts between women, and this had made her an unknown quantity going into this event.
+Fencing is a lot like sex. Little cues can mean a lot, and learning and responding to the slightest of hints can reap great rewards. You have to pace yourself, and time your thrusts. Done well, the conversation of steel is enthralling. Done poorly, it is still fun and educational. But when the various factors all come together a single bout can seem to last hours instead of minutes, and both combatants will remember details such as the rhythm of breathing and the trail of a single drop of sweat down the forehead of the person across from you. You truly do enter a zone.
+I had been pushed into that zone often today. Not only Lauren but also CharleyH and Cloudy had pushed me right to the edge. I honestly did not know how much I had left for Colly. I had been watching her when I could and I could tell she was as capable of manipulating the emotions of her opponents as she was of her readers.
+Little did I know that Colleen was having some of the same thoughts about me. As much as I saw it to be an advantage for her that she had never fought in the co-ed ranks she felt it was a disadvantage. Liar had pushed her to the edge of elimination not because he was more skilled in his blade work but because he had used tactics that had caught her completely off guard. She wondered if it was due to Liar being remarkably innovative or whether his approach to the bout had been influenced by his gender in ways that she could not anticipate.
+Having fenced Liar before, I could have told her that his tactics had little to due with testosterone. He was simply that good. He has especially strong hands and the beat parry approach he had used on Colleen in his first two touches was a result of him leading with his strength rather than exploiting her weakness.
+The arena had been reconfigured so that the audience lined the fencing strip on both sides. In the center sat some of the past winners of this event, including Rumple Foreskin and the winner from the Sydney games, Damppanties. Pops had been chosen to referee this final bout, a wise choice. Pops could be counted on as a fair and impartial ref as long as Tatelou was not involved. He and Oggbashen both had a fascination with her lower anatomy that made them useless as judges in her bouts. I understood, as Destinie21 affected me in the same way. Hard to concentrate when you are sneaking glimpses at someone’s ass.
+“Ready, Bel?” Carl asked as I stood watching Colleen approach the strip. Carl East had volunteered to be my second for the final bout. Black Tulip and I had been sharing each other’s company for most of the event, but she had been called away suddenly by the Committee On Unfair Competition. I hoped it did not have anything to do with the doping scandal that was the subject of so many rumors.
+“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I replied, “Let’s go.”
+As I stepped up onto the platform I had to stop short. Colleen had already taken her place at the opposite end of the strip. She had thrown back her head to shake out her long dark hair and tie it back away from her face. The light of the sun shining through a window behind her had created a halo effect. The paleness of her skin and the deep black of her hair combined in a moment that would have given Rembrandt pause.
+“OK,” said Carl behind me, “First reminder. Do not be distracted by her beauty. I shouldn’t have to tell you this Belegon. You’ve fenced Lucky, Cloudy and Honey over the last few days. You should be able to put it aside. And whatever you do, don’t think about bunnies!”
+“Alright already!” I responded to him. “Did BT put you up to this? She’s been hammering me with that same thing all day long.”
+“And here you are in the finals,” said Carl.
+“Right. OK, point to you and Tulip. I understand.”
+Pops stepped forward to the center of the strip, our cue to meet him there. Colly took her mask from Sub Joe and received her blade from Virtual_Burlesque, who were both acting as seconds to her. I took the mask from Carl and lifted my steel and moved forward to this final confrontation.
+Pops was waiting for us and spoke quietly in a voice meant for our ears alone.
+“Awright, you two. I want this clean and without incident. Colly, keep that temper in check. We don’t want Belegon here sent to the hospital, we’ve got the Triple Jump tomorrow. You know what I’m talking about; I’ve seen how fierce you can be in the political threads. Bel, this is foil, not epee! You must establish right of way before you can attack. Watch what you’re doin’ ere.”
+“Awww, c’mon Pops, would you let that rest. I told you I was grabbing for Abstruse and CharleyH. They were wearing poor Remec out. I didn’t mean to grab your ass. How was I to know Vella was going to spin you that way?”
+“Well, boy,” replied the ol’ pirate, “Number one, you should look where you’re reaching. Number two, Opening Ceremonies was five days ago and that was not necessarily what I was referring to at this time. Number three; don’t assume I didn’t like it. How would you know?”
+Colly cleared her throat loudly. “If you two boys are finished flirting, can we move along? The audience is getting restless.”
+Twenty minutes later I was staring down at the point of Colleen’s foil in the center of my chest. Not only had she beaten me, she had embarrassed me! After we had saluted each other, the judges and the audience, the bout had finally begun. I had scored two quick touches in the first few moments. She had been overcompensating on her parries to low thrusts and twice I had scored with quick counters to six, that is to say by thrusting towards her outside shoulder.
+She had tricked me. I became convinced she had a weakness on the outside. By the time I realized that her real vulnerability was inside and I had been lured into concentrating on her strong exterior defense, she was ahead 4-2. It had stayed that way for the last six minutes of the bout, as we had fallen into a steady rhythm of lunge, thrust, parry, riposte and counter. Our steel sang and the tension in the audience built as they waited for the eventual climax. We had found a strong pace that was tiring us both and yet there was a joy inherent in the fast and hard movements. Fencing is about speed, spacing and precision. The constant pressure on the blades and the quick movements are hard to see with the naked eye.
+There is a wonder in knowing that your opponent is coming so very close to piercing your defenses and stopping them at the last possible moment to respond with an instant riposte. They must then recognize the reversal and meet your thrust with a response strong enough to continue the exchange but soft enough to draw you in to a position of vulnerability.
+Six minutes is a very long time to continue to hold the emotional and physical focus of such an intense experience. At the end I felt I had finally seen an opening in a few of her responses. I began a series of outside feints to try and make Colly believe that I was once again concentrating on her exterior, where I had scored before. I did not realize the trap she had set for me.
+When I finally committed to my inside attack she had been ready. It had almost succeeded anyway, but she was just too good. I honestly think most people would have been caught by that attack even if they were expecting it. Not Colly.
+At the very last millisecond she had knocked my point off target and perfectly placed a riposte in the center of my chest. In my eagerness to penetrate the opening she had allowed me to see, I overextended my reach and was unable to parry her reply. Fifth and final touché. Game over.
+I stepped back and peeled my mask off of my sweat-drenched brow. I moved my shaking legs together and raised my blade in a formal salute that I filled with as much respect as I could muster. As I brought the blade slashing down I realized I was not upset at losing. The last exchange had been incredible. We had maintained a level of intimacy that no other activity could have matched in that time. No, not even sex. I now knew things about Colleen I would never be able to explain, and she about me as well.
+I could see the slight tremble in her knees as Colly also stepped back. She raised her blade to her chin in the traditional salute and then let it drop to the floor. I felt a small satisfaction in knowing that I must have pushed her as far as she had me. She raised her hand to the bottom of her mask and drew it backwards off her head with a flourish, shaking out her hair, the sunlight behind her once more creating a halo, this time with a slight gleam off the thin layer of hard won perspiration that lay on her lovely face.
+Suddenly she threw down the mask and stepped into me to draw my face down into a long hard kiss. I put my hands on her hips and concentrated on returning the passion as our tongues began to dance as our blades had moments before.
+Seconds seemed hours but eventually we both noticed the annoyance of the outside world. We had become so lost in each other that we forgot we were in a room full of spectators. Now the applause washed over us and brought us back to reality as the crowd erupted. They had sat in stunned silence during the final point, but Colleen’s bold finish had created an explosion as that tension was released and they surged to their feet as one to cheer.
+“Milady,” I breathed when she gave me a chance, “Never have I been so happy to lose. This was the greatest contest I have ever experienced.”
+Colleen just looked in my eyes for a moment, running her fingers through my hair. “Oh no you don’t,” she said, grabbing a fistful at the back of my head and pulling me down towards the floor as she kissed me again, “We’re just getting started…”
+finis"
+140,The Literotica Olympics Day 09,Colleen Thomas,Chain Stories,2004-07-06,2004-07-06,2022-01-08 03:54:44,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-literotica-olympics-day-09,Event: Nordic Combined.,"['Black Tulip', 'Carl East', 'Cloudy Belegon', 'Cross Country', 'Fly Shorts', 'Grasped Base', 'Lou Replied', 'Part Competition', 'Rumple', 'World Record']",4.57,"_Authors note:_
+Nordic combined is a combination of a cross-country event and a Ski jumping event. This event includes two jumps off one of the hills and one cross country race. The distance traveled in the two jumps is added together. The skier with farthest distance in the two jumps starts first on the second day in the cross country portion of the race. The other racers follow, depending on how far they jumped. The first person to cross the finish line wins. There are individual events and team events.
+For my regular readers, this story is part of a fun chain story among lit’s authors. It’s nothing like my regular works.
+-CET
+Raphy looked to his left, rolled his eyes and looked back to the playing field. I don’t get paid nearly enough for this shit, he thought disgustedly. He glanced again at his guest commentator, the tall man in a ten gallon hat, cool-hand-Luke-man-with-no-eyes sunglasses and rattlesnake skin cowboy boots, with his own cooler sitting under his chair. God, he only needs a hayseed and gun to get a part in any low class American movie that needs a small town idiot sheriff, the veteran commentator thought.
+A glance to his right revealed a much more welcome sight. A dark hared woman with flashing eyes, a lush body and an excited, he had to admit, even a seductive smile on her face. She wore tight shorts, knee high suede boots and an almost indecently tight tube top. Tatelou was quite a dish to be sure, but the thing that actually caused the proper Englishman to give her a second glace was her status as a world champion caliber fellatrix.
+In his ear piece he could hear that bitch Minsue droning on and on with Crimson Maiden the winner of the pentathlon. Another of these ex-athletes looking to turn her Olympic gold in the last games into real dollars as a broadcaster. She should have stuck with endurance twat licking, he thought. She sure seems to have an endless supply of energy to run her mouth, no wonder she was a world champ, he thought wryly.
+“And that wraps it up here at the modern pentathlon Don, we now take you to the indoor arena for the Nordic Combined” she said with a huge phony smile.
+“Welcome everyone to the premier event, here at the indoor arena, the prestigious Nordic Combined. I’m Raphy and here in the booth with me today are the reigning champions Rumpled Foreskin and Tatelou,” he said in his best clipped British accent. This was the part he hated most, having to work rank armatures into the broadcast, but he was a professional and steeled himself, before turning to the rube on his left.
+“Rumple, this is one of the premier events of the games, but how did it become known as the Nordic combined?” he asked, hoping the guy could at least tell him something useful.
+“Well Raph, before the introduction of the blindfold the event was always taken by the Swedes. Them hot gals were all tits and ass, let me tell ya, with flowing blonde hair and the cutest faces. The rest of the world just couldn’t compete. I mean, you are standing there trying to think of Aunt Jane’s suspenders or granny & her chewing tobacco. Meanwhile a girl whose panties you couldn’t get into with a Ferrari & a sack full of cash is slobbin on your knob. Just plain weren’t fair. After the introduction of the blindfold they don’t dominate like they used too, but the name stuck.”
+“Thank you for that far too in-depth answer,” Raphy said before turning to Tatelou.
+“I understand this year’s favorites are a Nordic couple,” Raphy said to Lou.
+“Most definitely, the favorites are Svenskaflicka and Liar. Her technique is flawless and once the freestyle portion of the program comes up and she can use her tits, it’s generally lights out. That was my patented maneuver and if you have the cleavage, I say use it, but I wouldn’t go handing out medals just yet. I’ve done extensive training in the work out rooms these last two weeks and there is going to be some stiff competition,” she said, laughing at her own pun. He was saved from further embarrassment by the competition getting underway.
+“The athletes are now making their way into the arena. Six pairs of hopefuls, all dreaming of gold. The favorites are Liar and Svenskaflicka, both truly exceptional talents. What makes them the favorites Rumple?”
+“Well, can’t say much for ole Liar, but I have competed against Flicka before and let me tell you, she could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. She just wraps those tig ole bittys around your shaft and unless you’re queerer than a football bat, it’s all over but the crying,” Rumple said enthusiastically, as Raphy grimaced at the colloquialisms.
+“Lou?”
+“Liar has great mind control. What he thinks about is a trade secret, but it’s been rumored he trains by watching Brittany Spear’s videos and has the lyrics memorized. Whatever his training regimen, his opponent will have to be really good to break his concentration,” She said as she unbuttoned the fly on her shorts and eased her hand into them.
+“Cloudy & Belegon are next, this will be their first Olympic competition together won’t it?” the flustered broadcaster asked.
+“Yup. Cloudy took home the silver in the last games in the Individual Cocksucking. Belegon won the Jr. Worlds out of college in Endurance Fucking, but he hasn’t competed on this level yet.” Rumple replied, even though Raphy had his back to the man and had addressed the question to Lou, who was now masturbating in a most distracting display.
+“Interesting,” Raphy said, tearing his eyes away from Lou and looking back to the arena, “Lauren-Hynde and Carl East are already warming up , their chances for gold are really dependant her artistry aren’t they, Lou?”
+“Hmmmm? Oh, yes, she’s very talented, but this is her first Nordic Combined, look for her to play a more conservative game than either of the favorites,” the sexy woman replied as she bit back a moan.
+“Yes, well, the field then is rounded out by the dark horse pairing of Boxlicker and Wishfulthinking. Honey and Cantdog will be competing in this their third Olympics together, they took Silver in the Stockholm games as you no doubt remember. Black Tulip and Mcfbridge are longshots, Black Tulip’s normal partner, the great Pops54, having withdrawn only last night. So there’s the field and as the couples finish their final preparations for this year’s Nordic Combined we take you now to Luck-e-leven, who is standing by live on the floor, Lucky?”
+“Hello Raphy, Lou and Rumple, the atmosphere down here is so thick you could cut it with a knife. The fans have been waiting since the door opened at sunup. The contestants are now stripping and I have to say the men must be very happy with the blind fold rule. I have never seen such a collection of feminine beauty and the crowd seems to agree, the flash bulbs haven’t stopped since Flicka first removed her top. Back up to you Raphy.”
+“Thank you lucky. The men are now proceeding to the racks where they will be strapped in. In first position is Liar, this year’s odds on favorite. In second position the Californian, Belegon. Third position is occupied by the dark horse of these games Boxlicker. In forth position the ever contentious Cantdog. Rounding out the field in fifth position is Mcfbridge and in sixth position is the hard luck but tenacious Carl East. Rumple, you’ve been where these men are now, what’s it like?”
+“Ain’t much to it really. Got your arms locked above your head and yer feet held open enough so the girl has unimpeded access to yer pecker. The waist belt & thigh straps hold yer ass tight up against the rack, so you can’t use yer hips to throw off her timing. When the blindfold goes on, you come up with the least erotic thing you can imagine and try to keep your mind off what’s coming. When they hit you with the stay hard, you bone up and hope to hold out longer than the other bastards.”
+“It seems very weighted against the males, is that true Tatelou?” Raphy said as he turned to her. He immediately wished he hadn’t, the fly of her shorts was still open and her hand was now wedged into them, gently stroking herself.
+“Not really. During the forms part of the competition the women can’t use their hands at all. Deep throat without gagging, five minutes of bobbing without using teeth, proper tongue technique, etc. It only gets…awwww, shit…unfair when the freestyle part of the competition comes up, the poor guys have already been getting technically correct head for twenty minutes and the girl’s can use whatever technique they want, provided their mouth’s stay in contact with his genitals more or less.”
+“More or less?” Raphy asked, trying to keep his eyes off her hand, but having little success.
+“Ohhhh, fuck yes!..I mean yes, more or less. There are no really hard and fast rules, except the woman has to stay on her knees. Theoretically in the freestyle you could just give him a handjob, but you have to remember it’s a team competition and her time in getting her opponent off, is subtracted from how long her partner lasts against his opponent, so you go with whatever you think is most enjoyable to him. All the guys are going to come. If they didn’t what would be the point? So in that sense it is weighted against them,”
+“And how is score determined?” Raphy asked, feeling his mouth going dry and a twitch in his trousers as Lou continued to stare excitedly into the arena and stroke her pussy. He could see the dark tuft of pubic hair and the red of her panties as she spread her legs more and became more vigorous in her motions. Her dark nipples were clearly visible behind the silk top and it was obvious she was well on her way to orgasm.
+“It’s complicated and a lot of people don’t realize what all goes into it. That’s why it’s such a contentious sport. They just see which guy cums first and which girl brought him off and assume there are your winners. But it isn’t like that. Each guy is timed from the start of freestyle till he shoots. Each girl is timed from the start of freestyle until her opponent shoots. You then subtract the girl’s time in getting her opponent off from how long her counterpart was able to hold out. That just gives you a starting point. Then there are penalties in time for the basic forms and an aggregate award from the…Christ, that feels good…judges from the freestyle.”
+“Well, the men are ready and the ladies are now taking their positions. Cloudy has drawn the toughest assignment, she will be in first position working against the formidable Liar, current world’s record holder. Svenskaflicka, the sweetheart of these games, has drawn a tough assignment as well in the stoic Californian, Belegon, in second position. The multi-talented Lauren-Hynde will be working on Boxlicker in position three while the epervescent and always smiling Black Tulip will be matched up against Cantdog in forth position. In fifth position the superb all around athlete Wishfulthinking should have little problem with Mcfbridge, a late substitution for the great competitor Pops54, who had to withdraw from this competition to be with his ailing parrot. And in sixth position honey 123 should have little problem with Carl East.”
+“I wouldn’t be too sure about that Raphy,” Lou interjected, “Carl is a survivor and Honey may find him more than a mouthful,”
+“The officials are now applying the instant erect,” Raphy said, trying to ignore Lou, “And…they’re all up, the officials have signaled ready and the forms part of the program is under way,”
+On the floor, the beautiful blonde Svenskaflicka parted her lips and engulfed Belegon’s stiff cock. She relaxed the muscles in her throat and eased forward until his pubes were tickling her nose, holding still until the official behind him raised the green flag. Sliding off, she used her tongue as much as possible, a little extra stimulation during forms could only help. She glanced to her left to see Cloudy sliding off Liar’s stiff dick. She too was still sucking and using her tongue. In sixth position Honey was having trouble. She hadn’t counted on the immense girth of Carl’s cock and gagged on it, causing the official to raise the red flag.
+“Hard luck for that little filly,” Rumple observed.
+“Quite, what went wrong Lou?”
+“It happens every year Raphy. With this high level of competition it’s so hard to relax and just be natural. And in first form if you can’t relax you’re in trouble,”
+“Speaking of relaxing darling, why don’t you come over here and give the Raphster a demonstration of how a champion does it,”
+“Thought you’d never ask,” Lou said, shucking her shorts and panties as she moved to kneel between Rumple’s legs. She quickly undid his fly and helped him out of the tight jeans, freeing his immense cock. The dark haired woman grasped the base and sucked the head into her mouth, with relative ease she slid down, until all ten inches were nestled in her mouth and throat.
+“That’s how a champion does it boy,” Rumple said as he punched Raphy on the arm.
+“I knew I should have stuck to playing the guitar,” the Englishman muttered.
+He returned his attention to the arena where the women were finishing up with first form. He felt very much like a pervert in a peep show as he provided commentary on the various forms.
+“Oh, a deduction for Black tulip in basic bobbing, what went wrong Lou?” Raphy asked, instantly regretting it.
+“Mmmmph.”
+“Thank you for that, highly intellectual reply,” Raphy replied while rubbing his eyes.
+I guess it isn’t too bad, he thought. He was unable to ask Lou’s opinion on anything, since her mouth was full. On the upside Rumple seemed too involved in enjoying her skill to say anything inane. He was actually quite happy when the forms were coming to an end and he hadn’t been interrupted once by his guest commentators.
+Flicka, Lauren, Wishfulthinking and Cloudy had a perfect score in forms. Honey had managed to shake off her first mistake and made no others. Black Tulip had earned a pair of deductions, but it didn’t seem to bother her as she licked her lips and prepared for the free style.
+“And that concludes the forms portion of the program. In just moments the bell will sound and the freestyle portion of the program will begin. This is what we’ve all been waiting for, all the majesty and glamour of six of the world’s finest fellatrixes showing what they can do, for a worldwide audience.”
+“Might be six great cocksuckers down there, but the best is right here,” Rumple grunted as he twined his big hands in Tatelou’s hair and guided her head as it bobbed in his lap. He groaned when she raised up off his wet cock and licked from the base to the tip, dusting her pink tongue over the underside of the fluted head.
+“Glad you were on my team, darling” he said, causing her to smile wickedly before sucking his head back into the warm cavern of her mouth. Raphy shook his head in disbelief, not only at their actions, but at the three green transmit lights that showed the technical crew hadn’t taken them off mic. What the hell was the producer doing? Probably too busy watching that cute blonde, Flicka to notice. On the repeater he had seen more close ups of her tits than low angle crotch shots of the cheerleaders at an America football game. At least the camera boys were on the ball, he thought.
+Back on the floor each of the women waited, tense and poised to go all out. When the bell sounded they each leapt forward.
+Flicka leaned forward and trapped Belegon’s cock between her huge breasts. Holding them tight she began to bounce up and down. She bowed her head and swirled her tongue over the already purplish head. He grunted, but made no other sound. She didn’t need any, she knew the soft skin of her breasts was something most men couldn’t ignore and her tongue swirling over the head of his cock was just making it worse on him.
+Soon she could feel the tenseness in his hard body and his cock twitched on its own. She could taste the salty flavor on her tongue and knew he was getting close. Releasing her breasts, she grasped the base of the shaft and began to stroke it while she sucked the head into her mouth. He grimaced, his face a mask as he fought his orgasm, but it was a loosing battle. When the first blast of cum exploded into her mouth she pulled off and continued to stroke. The second blast spattered over her breasts as the clock behind her stopped.
+When she heard the bell Cloudy grabbed Liar’s cock and began to stroke it. With her free hand she quickly inserted a finger into her wet pussy and pumped it in and out a few times. She glanced to her right and saw Flicka giving Belegon a titty fuck.
+“Bitch,” the girl spat. Her own technique had nothing to do with her breasts. She used her chin to pin Liar’s large cock to his belly and began to dust the underside of the head with her tongue. Her long fingers slipped out of her pussy and she quickly found his asshole. She pressed the slick finger against the tight ring of muscle.
+“What the fuck?” he gasped, caught completely off guard. That was part of her master plan, getting his mind away from whatever horrible things he had trained himself to imagine. She pressed hard and felt the ring of muscle give, allowing her finger to slide into the tight opening. She quickly found his prostate and began to massage it.
+“Oh shit,” he groaned.
+The determined girl sucked his head into her mouth and began to bob, while her free hand cupped and gently massaged his balls. She felt them tighten and retract. His body was tense and she knew the signs. She pulled off, quickly releasing his balls and grabbing the shaft. A few strokes and his cock erupted, sending a blast of cum into the air. Behind her the clock stopped.
+“Amazing, both position one and two have identical times,” Raphy observed.
+“What? Oh, yeah amazing. Whatever. Slow down Lou, I haven’t been in training for a couple of years now,” Rumple admonished. If she heard she gave no sign. Her cheeks were hollowed as she sucked and one hand slowly stoked the shaft. Her free hand was between her legs, rubbing her pussy in a slow circular motion.
+Raphy did his best to ignore his guest commentators and kept his eyes on the arena. Mcfbridge was shooting his load onto Wishfulthinking’s breasts. As predicted he had been overmatched and she had managed to finish third in the time, while earning brownie points from the judges for technique.
+Black tulip was deepthroating Cantdog’s thick cock, her head moving in a very languid manner while she held his hips with her hands. Her mistakes in the forms portion had forced her to change her strategy. Getting him off quickly wasn’t as important now as picking up style points. Thus she was using only her mouth and while it wasn’t her favorite she was doing the deepthroat thing as well. She could feel his hips tensing, trying to fuck her mouth, but she held to the same steady rhythm. Soon he was grunting and making growling noises in his throat, it was only then that she picked up the pace.
+She pulled off, allowing a blast to be seen by the judges, but quickly covered the head with her mouth and gently sucked, swirling her tongue around it and swallowing his load. It might help, she thought, it might not, but with judges you could never tell and she needed all the points she could get.
+Lauren too, had gone for style over speed. A seasoned competitor she knew her opponent’s strengths & weaknesses. She had studied films of Boxlicker in the qualifiers and knew he was a dangerous opponent with more stamina than most gave him credit for. Realizing he would last longer than some of the other contestants she had adopted the same strategy as Black Tulip, using her mouth only. But, where the other girl went for swallowing points, Lauren went for the porno flick points.
+When Box began to cum she pulled off and jerked him off, aiming his cock at her face. She knew he produced a copious amount of cum and she was counting on the “money shot” mentality to pick up points. The judges were, after all, men.  
+Raphy glanced to his left. Lou was no longer sucking Rumple off, but was astride him, sliding up and down on his cock, with her back to him, as she watched the competition.
+“Different strategies, obviously. Which is better Lou?’ he asked, hoping she could answer coherently.
+“Hmmm?’ she moaned. Her eyes were glassy, but she recovered when he frantically tapped the mic with his finger.
+“Oh! Well, it depends on the girls,” she said in a breathy voice.
+“Care to elaborate?” Raphy prompted while rolling his eyes.
+“Well, girls like Flicka and Cloudy are going strictly for time. They are both prepared to pass up style points because they know they can get a guy off quickly and time is the key component,” she said. Her commentary was interrupted by a yelp of pleasure as Rumple jerked her top up and caught her breasts, pinching the rock hard nipples.
+“Lay off the breasts you manic, I’m trying to talk,” she chided.
+“Sorry,” he drawled, pinching them harder and smiling.
+“Incorrigible,” she gasped, “Oh, where was I?” Speed. That’s it. Black tulip…is usually a speed girl herself, but her slip ups in the forms made her have to go for a finesse approach. It isn’t her thing, she’s so naturally enthusiastic, but really her only chance now.”
+“Speaking of speed darling, how bout this?” Rumple said as his hands slipped to Lou’s hips. The tall man lunged to his feet, bending Lou over the small commentator’s counter and began to ram his cock into her.
+“Shit!” she exclaimed loudly. Lou caught a hold of the counter for support and let her legs slide outward a little, making it easier for Rumple to really begin fucking her in earnest.
+“Sorry Raphy,” she said apologetically, then bit her lip to stifle a ragged moan.
+“Oh no, Please, please do carry on,” Raphy said sarcastically as he tossed the notes over his shoulder.
+“Mmmm, like that, yeah, right there, Oh yeah, just like that,” she mumbled.
+Rumple grinned. “Since Lou is a little busy, let me elaborate for you there, son. Wishful and Cloudy are finesse cocksuckers. They’re going to really polish a fellow’s cannon and play it up to the judges. What they’re banking on is combined score in forms and style points giving them the edge over the faster girls,” he said, then lapsed into silence as he concentrated on reaming Lou’s pussy.
+“Are either of you coherent enough to tell our listeners which approach is better? Feel free to ignore me, of course.”
+“The best approach is a balanced one,” Lou said. Rumple had stopped slamming into her and was now holding his slick cock in his hand, he pressed the head against her rear entrance.
+“Not in this life buster!” She exclaimed looking back over her shoulder. He smiled sheepishly and slipped back into her pussy.
+“Lauren and Carl have the inside track to winning now. She didn’t loose an insurmountable number of seconds to Flicka and Cloudy, while she will gain a lot more in style points than either of them. And Carl has held out a lot longer than either Liar or Belegon.”
+“One couple left,” Raphy commented, biting his tongue not to add “thank god”.
+“Yes, I feel so bad for Honey, she’s trained so hard, but it has been an awful day for her. But I said Carl might surprise folks,”
+“In or out?’ Rumple grunted.
+“Out, but watch my top, it’s dry clean only.”
+“Why did you think Carl would present such problems for Honey?” Raphy asked, still refusing to look at either of them.
+“He’s had such a rough time, it’s easy for him to find something non sexy to concentrate on,” Lou replied.
+“Doesn’t help her that he’s hung like an Arkansas mule either,” Rumple commented.
+“No, for a small girl like Honey that presents a lot of problems,” Lou said as Rumple pulled out and began to shoot stream after stream of cum onto her shapely ass.
+“Well, we will send you down to our own Luck-e-leven who is standing by with the contestants while these two clean up and I have a fucking smoke, Take it away Lucky,”
+“Thanks Raphy, I’m here live with Lauren-Hynde and her partner Carl East. Carl, that was a simply amazing performance and a new world’s record, how did you do it?”
+“Training of course. Dealing with the Government council for weeks on end doesn’t hurt either. I just imagined those smug bastards and how desperately I wanted to choke one of them. They are a frustrating lot and it’s pretty easy to keep your mind off your genitals when you are thinking about them.”
+“Was there something lacking in Honey’s technique?”
+“Not at all. She’s a sweet girl, matter of fact we are going out after the awards ceremony. She seems quite taken with me,” he added, smiling and raising his eyebrows.
+“And you Lauren? A lot of people saw Box as a dark horse, but you handled him pretty easily.”
+“He’s a man. He has a dick. He’s going to cum. I’m just that fucking good,” the Portuguese beauty said with a smile.
+“Any plans for a second go round with him after the ceremony?”
+“No. I’ll be entertaining an aspiring broadcaster, with proven talent in oral presentation at my place after the ceremonies.”
+“Interesting, mind if I join you?”
+“Not at all…”
+“For fu…God’s sake, have you all gone mad?” Raphy practically screamed into his mike, “Thank you Lucky, while you arrange for a ménage a trios we bring you back to cheap hotel room central with our guest commentators Dick & Jane, who don’t even have the common decency to wait till after the ceremonies to arrange a little bumping of nasties. Tell me, you two over sexed disgraces to the broadcasting profession, can we expect any surprises in the scoring?”
+“No need to get so upset parts, it’s only life, tain’t that serious no way,” Rumple said while opening a beer.
+“I think the scoring is important only for determining second and third. Carl & Lauren pretty much have the gold sewed up based on his outstanding performance,” Lou said while wiggling back into her shorts.
+“Well, here they come, the judges have finished scoring and this debacle is almost over.”
+“Calm down hoss, want a beer? Lou?”
+“I’ll take one,” the dark haired woman replied.
+“Svenskaflicka,” Raphy said, regaining his composure, “Five-one, Five-three, Four-six, Five-five and Seven-one”
+“Must have a tit man on the panel, she didn’t rate better than a Five-five,” Rumple opined.
+“Cloudy,” Raphy continued, simply ignoring Rumple now, “Five-two, Four-nine, Six-four, Six-six, and Seven-two,” he called, reading the scores as the judges revealed them. “Lauren-Hynde, Eight-oh, Eight-five, Nine-oh, Nine-two, Nine- three.”
+“That should be easily enough for gold,” Lou said excitedly.
+“Black tulip, Nine-five, Nine-seven, Ello, what’s this? A perfect Ten?, Nine- five and Nine-seven. Is this better than she expected Lou, she seems very happy with those scores,” Raphy said, trying as hard as he could to regain some semblance of dignity.
+“As I said before, she’s a speed competitor usually, she isn’t used to anything better than a seven. I don’t think it will be enough to catch up, but it has to feel good seeing a ten.”
+“Wishfulthinking, Seven-seven, Eight-three, Six-nine, Eight-oh and Seven- five,” Raphy called, now staring fixedly at the judges table and willing them to hurry so he could get out of there.
+“And lastly, Honey 123, Eight-eight, Seven-nine, Seven-nine, Nine-nine and Nine-eight, surprising?”
+“Not really, she had a lot longer to demonstrate different techniques and thus earn points,” Lou replied.
+“Well, there you have it folks, the final scores have been tallied and your winners in this year’s Nordic Combined are taking their places on the podium. Cloudy and Belegon take home the bronze, Svenskaflicka and Liar, will have to be content with silver this year. Lauren-Hynde and Carl East will take home the gold.
+Exciting action here at the indoor arena, everything we hoped it would be. For Tatelou, Rumpled Foreskin and Luck-e-leven, this is Raphy sending you back to Olympic central and an expose on the breaking story of, yet another doping scandal.”
+The transmit lights went out and Raphy sat back in his seat. After a moment he stood up and headed towards the exit from the press box.
+“Raphy, we’re heading over to Olympic village for an after hours party, care to join us?’ Lou asked, as she pulled her top back down and covered her breasts.
+“No thank you, my dear. I saw a pawn shop on the way in and I am going to go see if they have a six-string I can pick up. After today, I’m fairly certain I missed my calling.”"
+141,The Literotica Olympics Day 11,Svenskaflicka,Chain Stories,2004-07-12,2004-07-12,2022-01-08 03:54:49,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-literotica-olympics-day-11,Event: Javelin throwing,"['Back Lou', 'Black Tulip', 'Butch Woman', 'Colleen Thomas', 'Lauren Hynde', 'Literotica Olympics', 'Lou']",4.52,"”Welcome all, to the 11th day of the Literotica Olympics!Today, we’ll watch the Literotica version of Javelin throwing, namely Dildo throwing!”
+“We, that is to say oggbashan, Tatelou, and I, Lucifer Carroll, will be your commentators today, and I daresay we can promise you a very exciting day, isn’t that so, Lou?
+“Absolutely, you horny devil! This year’s competition’s gonna be very hard, seeing as we have several high-ranked women competing. Back to you, ogg!”
+“Thank you, Lou. And here we see the contestants marching out on the field. The first out, in a sparkling sequined bikini in red, white and blue, is Colleen Thomas! Following rather obscenely behind her, we have lucky-E-leven… oh, now I can see why she’s walking so close to Colleen Thomas; lucky’s chosen a Lady Godiva look, but her hair isn’t long enough!”
+“Lucifer, quit drooling into microphone! We’re getting electric disturbances!”
+“Sorry, Lou.”
+“Go on, ogg.”
+“Thank you, Lou. Number 3 in the field is a favorite among the gamblers; Svenskaflicka claims that since she only see her Hubby 4 times a year, she’s been forced to play with dildos so much that they now feel like an extension to her arms!”
+“Yep, she’s been ranked Most Likely To Win by all polls.”
+“Cute nightie she’s got on. Blue and transparent. And the golden panties are a nice touch.”
+“Number 4, Black Tulip, in a black neglige, enters the field and takes her place.”
+“There’s been a lot of talk about whether she would be here or not. Apparently, she’s suffered from injuries – her hard training for the event has given her a case of tennis arm. Lucifer, put that thing back!”
+“Sorry, Lou.”
+“Number 5, another favorite, is Lauren Hynde, and… what is THAT?”
+“I think it’s a bast-fibre skirt, ogg. Lauren Hynde’s going for a Hawaiian look.”
+“Oh, thank goodness! For a while, I thought I witnessed a Portuguese fashion for pubic hair…”
+“Lucifer, what are you doing?”
+“Just checking YOUR pubes, Lou… mmmph…”
+“Will you… oh! Ooooh… OK…. Ehm, you were saying, ogg?”
+“Our final contestant is coming out onto the field in a black catsuit – oh, those can NEVER be real! She calls herself `Miss XXX´ – can’t say that I’ve ever heard of her, but from the looks of the things, I’d say she must be Bulgarian or something. A very butch woman.”
+“Butch woman? Where? Where?”
+“Lucifer, get back to what you were doing!”
+“Yes, Lou. Mmmmm…”
+“And now we begin the actual competition! The girls are in place, and they’ve all got their dildos. First out is Colleen Thomas. She backs up a bit… she runs… she throws! Oh, that’s GOOD! The functionaries run over to measure the length… 19 meters! Outstanding!”
+“She looks happy with the results. Oh, yessssss…”
+“So do you, Lou. And now, number 2, lucky-E-leven! She runs… she throws… not bad, not bad at all! Let’s see… 17 meters! She’s beaten her personal best!”
+“But Colleen is still in the lead.”
+“Turn around, Lou. Yeah, like that. Aaaahh…”
+“Mmmm, yes, don’t stop!”
+“And here’s our favorite, Svenskaflicka! Listen to the crowd, they’re moaning in ectasy! Just like you two…”
+“Oh, oh, yes! Yes! Oh! What did you say, ogg?”
+“Nothing, Lou, nothing. OK, Svenska steps up… she raises the dildo… but what’s this? Svenska throws herself to the ground and starts masturbating! The functionaries are trying to reason with her, but it’s no use. Apparently, Svenska’s grown so fond of using her dildos that she can’t bare herself to throw one away! Well, this is an unexpected turn of events! The favorite has been disqualified!”
+“Maybe she needs a mercy fuck?”
+“Not until you’ve finished fucking ME!”
+Number 4 now, Black Tulip. Oh, I see she’s chosen to use her other arm. I think the rumors about her tennis arm were true. She backs up… and there’s the throw! Oooh, it’s long!”
+“So’s this…”
+“Why, thank you, Lou.”
+“18 meters! Black Tulip beats lucky-E-leven for the second place, and shows that she’s as good with both arms.”
+“Oh, I can’t take much more, Lucifer! Oh, it’s so good..!”
+“I’m coming! Turn around, turn around!”
+“And number 5, Lauren Hynde, steps up to the plate! She doesn’t even back up, she just waves her arm round and round – must be the Portuguese style – and she throws! Oh, my God! That’s incredible! The functionaries are running… 23 meters! Lauren Hynde takes the lead, when it’s only one contestant left!”
+“Ooooh!”
+“Yeah, come on my tits!”
+“Miss XXX picks up the dildo between her thumb and index finger – she seems disgusted by it – but how’s she gonna be able to throw like that? She backs up… she runs… she throws! I don’t believe this!”
+“What a throw!”
+“32 meters? Can it be true? There’s gonna be a doping test, that’s for sure… but what’s this? Miss XXX pulls of a mask and a wig! It’s… it’s LIAR!”
+“A man in the dildo throwing contest???”
+“He’s disqualified! That means the winner is Lauren Hynde, with Black Tulip in second place, and Colleen Thomas as third.”
+“And now, over to our reporter on the field, ABSTRUSE!”
+“Thank you, Lou. I’m standing here with Liar, who’s been disqualified. Liar, why did you do this?”
+“Because I hate dildos! They are our rivals! Dildos are the enemy!!!”
+“And there you have it. Over to you, ogg.”
+“And that concludes day 11 of the Literotica Olympics. Thank you.”"
+142,The Literotica Olympics Day 13,Lucifer_Carroll,Chain Stories,2004-07-20,2004-07-20,2022-01-08 03:54:51,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-literotica-olympics-day-13,Event: Gymnastics.,"['Back Vibrator', 'Black Tulip', 'Carl East', 'Colleen Reached', 'Current Place', 'Practice Swings', 'Teeth Grinding', 'Tom Colleen', 'Tom Remarked', 'Top Horse']",4.73,"_Event: Gymnastics_
+In the Olympics world there is a multi-event event known as Gymnastics where prepubescent girls show off their stretchiness. In the Literotica world, there is Bondage Gymnastics where women of legal age show off much much more.
+“All right then, welcome to the Literotica Dungeon. I’m Tom Gunn, and with me is my colorful commentator Dick Gently, and an old expert of the games, Harry Reasons. Glad to have you both with me.”
+“Thank you, but I’ve told you a million times, We’re not gay,” Dick replied curtly. “Now, Harry, you brought home the gold in 1984, tell us what we’ll be seeing tonight.”
+“What the hell are you two babbling about? We’ve been watching the events for days. This is the final run for all the participants. Have you been snorting coke all this time?!?”
+Dick raised himself from the line on his desk guiltily, “Um, it’s medicinal really.”
+“And I’m a moron,” Tom said flashing a million-dollar smile at the TV camera. “Well, let’s meet the judges.”
+“Did they break you both out of the zoo? What’s wrong with both of you,” Harry screamed losing his patience.
+“Well, Tom,” Dick said interrupting Harry’s rant. “From Scotland, we’ve got the giant Oggbashan. There was some contestation earlier about him having an influence in the event wasn’t there Harry?”
+“What,” Harry said completing his rant. “Yes, yes. One of the contestants, a Jeanne D’Artois was disqualified from the event when she was discovered to be a figment of Oggbashan’s imagination. There is a 1992 Olympic code banning figments of a particular judge’s imagination from competing in the events to limit conflicts of interests.”
+“This was after the Terri Neverwas incident, wasn’t it,” Dick said falsely interested.
+“Yes. Her gold medal was revoked when it was discovered that the Chinese judge had invented her. The series of 10s she had received from the judge were disqualified and the Chinese are no longer allowed to have judges here at the Bondage Gymnastics.”
+“Fascinating,” Tom said never letting his eyes leave the camera. “But why is Oggbashan still judging.”
+“I told you an hour ago before we got into that debate on Keats.”
+“Shut up, on air I’m a moron or they fire me so just repeat the banality for our mindless TV audience and limit your verbosity because they’re all dumber than a…I mean, Keats was an exhibition event wasn’t it?”
+“Whatever, Tom. Well, what happened was they were going to enforce the law, but Oggbashan said he’d lift his kilt at the first man who tried and no underpaid security guard wants to grapple with that particular monster.”
+“Next is one of the two judges from the UK. He’s looking quite suave in his moustache, jacket, and “fuck me” hat,” Dick said describing a debonair if not desperate man.
+“Yes, Carl East is a master of suave technique,” Harry said. “He has also been the most lenient of the judges thus far, giving almost eight tens in the course of the competition.”
+“Guess he’s hoping a couple of tenners will aid him to a lap dance or two,” Tom laughed. “Now the other UK judge is…I’ll say! He’s playing a guitar.”
+“Huh,” Harry said drifting out of the protective daydream he had entered to avoid the bad pun. “Oh yes, raphy tried to quit the games earlier after a bad experience commenting on the Nordic Combined, but the Olympic Committee’s contract on his soul demands that he still do a few more events. He’s actually quite a good judge at these games though as well as an old friend.”
+“I guess he really knows the ins-and-outs of these games,” Tom laughed again.
+“If you do one more bad pun, I’ll be forced to brain you with this microphone,” Harry snapped curtly. Mentally, he despised the contract on his soul that the OC had on him and raphy, and wondered how to breach contract without being eternally damned.
+“Next we have the Scandinavian judge, there has been a lot of controversy about him this year, could you elaborate, Harry,” asked Dick in order to prevent Harry from injuring his co-host.
+“Oh, yes, Liar, during the 2000 competition, claimed at the end of the event that all the scores he had given were ‘all in jest’ and that he’d like to take them back. The OC were going to throw him out of judging, but they have his soul on contract as well and so that is why he is bedecked in the finest of polygraph technology. With this he’s forced to give his honest scores this year much to his disappointment.”
+“I see, next to him, we have the American judge, who I notice is sporting his first smile. He’s been miserably depressed so far this event.”
+“Well, if you look at that gold medal around his neck, he won the Nordic Combined and well… it’s really hard to be depressed after receiving an Olympic blowjob. That and he finally found his trusty headphones.”
+“I thought you said, no puns,” Tom said poutily.
+“Oh, shut up and die, why don’t you,” Harry snapped rubbing his aching migraine.
+“Ha ha ha,” Dick chuckled nervously. “You two kidders. Oh, good the judge from Hell has finally arrived for today’s final round.”
+“He’s been a real prick, these games, giving out the worst grades of the competition,” Tom added momentarily taking over the color commentary job.
+“Yes, well that is to be expected of Lucifer_Carroll,” Dick replied. “Incidentally I heard a rumor that he was actually pretty nice as a judge during the triathlon that just occurred.”
+Tom and Harry both glanced over at the smiling sadist. “You’re lying,” they said in their one moment of unison.
+“I just said I heard a rumor,” Dick muttered guiltily. “No need to throw it back at me.”
+“And now I see our lovely mistress Colleen Thomas is entering to oversee the final run of events,” Tom said lusting over the beautiful lesbian as she strutted in a sleek red leather vest cut just below her breast line and ending just above her shapely ass. She wore no panties, but a pair of fishnet stockings that rose up to the crotch. On her hands were two long black silk gloves and on her feet were ironically feminine stilettos. She took her time to the center of the ring letting her ass swing seductively in front of the camera. Reaching her official mistress table she began to warm up with the toys presented.
+Taking a long 10 foot whip from the table, she practiced her technique making the air crack with such intensity that the crowd in the audience flinched. She smiled slightly as a set of three candles was lit at a distance from her to warm up. Letting her whip three crack three more times, the candles were snuffed.
+“It looks like Colleen is fully ready for her duties tonight,” Dick replied in awe as his dick crowned in his pants.
+“Oh, yes. Colly is a superb mistress as well as an old friend. She’s been primed for these games with 10 straight weeks of intensive study on the American presidents of the Gilded Age, the impact of modern British tax laws on the commonwealth, and early Canadian history. Believe me that’s enough to make any history geek really want to stand up and whip someone hard.”
+“Well, with that settled let’s bring on the first event,” Tom smiled as he stroked his freed cock underneath the broadcast table. “lucky-E-leven is completing her final challenge, the vault. Can you two tell the audience about her chances in this event.”
+“Well Tom,” Dick began, “lucky-E-leven is plucky, but far too horny to excel at the bondage games. She’s prematurely cum thrice so far which has put her in a distant sixth place. Taking that into account, I’m expecting we’ll see a more low-key take to the event and most likely a fourth premature cum for her.”
+“Possibly, the vault is a difficult event to do that in though as it is a whipping and spanking event.”
+“Can you elaborate for our viewers about the nature of the event,” Tom replied.
+“Why the hell would I do that,” Harry yelled, “they can see for themselves.”
+“Humor them or we release the photos of you, the prime minister’s daughter, and a hobo named Ted,” Tom whispered his voice dipping into a scathing threat.
+“!” exclaimed Harry. “All right, it’s a fair cop. As you can see the Vault is a small chamber wherein the victim is chained to both the floor and ceiling in a manner to restrict movement as much as possible. The victim is then spanked with multiple paddles and hairbrushes and then finally is whipped. If the victim orgasms at the very end of the event, she is credited extra points for ‘sticking’ the landing, if she goes off early, she is docked points. Furthermore, pissing, passing out, or stopping the assault is grounds for immediate disqualification. Extra points are given for the ‘style’ of the event aka vibrators in key places, drinking heavy amounts of water before the event, extra torture bits, etc. Also, any cries of pain or shock are counted as small penalties against your overall score. This is the event where that factors in the most. It’s all fairly straight-forward.”
+“Yes, I see lucky-E-leven has gone fairly light on her extras for her final event, choosing only a small anal vibrator.”
+“Well, the anal vibrator will be worth extra on this event because so much attention is paid to the ass, but it will only serve to keep her in the competition. She’ll have no hope for a medal unless her competitors mess up really badly.”
+“Yes, attention to the ass you say,” Dick said through gritted teeth as he resisted the urge to pull down his pants.
+Tom meanwhile was happily jerking as his eyes followed the sexy Texan on her walk. “I see she is otherwise clad very nicely in nothing but a cowboy hat.”
+“Well, of course, according to ancient Olympic code all contestants must be naked from their neck down to their shins in order to show that they aren’t hiding any illicit materials to aid them,” Harry said as he watched the Texan walk over to the metal handcuff constraints, her buttocks clenched tight to keep in the anal vibrator.
+Colleen gingerly placed lucky-E-leven in the cuffs, sensually stroking her legs and arms as she went. As soon as she was secured, Colleen switched on the vibrator in her ass and watched briefly as she twitched to get used to the pleasing buzz.
+“Looks like she’s ready Tom,” Dick said as he unbuttoned his pants, no longer able to resist the strain on his crotch.
+“Ugh hmmm,” Tom moaned as he stroked his dick harder. “What do you think she’ll start with.
+“Regulation says she’ll begin with two light slaps with the palm to warm her bottom, follow up with twenty strokes from the hairbrush, ten from the small paddle, five from the large paddle, one hard slap from the paddle of doom, and end with fifteen lashes with the whip. The lashes will be divided equally among the pussy, ass, and breasts in no required order.”
+“No cat’o’nine tails then?”
+“Not in this event, no. It’s favored more during the Uneven Bars.”
+“Well I see Colleen is starting already with the hand slaps.”
+“Yes, you can see the white handprint on lucky-E-leven’s ass from where the blows fell.”
+“Right over the heart on her ass, nice,” Tom muttered falling prey to his lust.
+“That tattoo will likely be lost after this event considering it’s crimson color.”
+“Or the force of impact,” Tom replied as he watched Colleen grab the hairbrush off the table. She approached lucky and ran the brush softly over the ass, teasing it, and as soon as she reached the heart, let go with a quick slap. Lucky grunted in surprise.
+“Oh, that’s a half point deduction right there, Tom.”
+Colleen quickly let loose three more sharp slaps with the hairbrush as lucky bit her lip to keep from gasping again. With the fourth slap, Colleen hit the back of the vibrator driving it deeper into her ass. “Fuck,” cried out Colleen at the sensation.
+“Oh my, curse words are a four point deduction. She can’t get better than a nine-five five now.”
+Colleen taking the hint let two more strikes fall directly above and below the vibrator causing it to move about. Lucky drew blood in her mouth to keep from moaning again. Meanwhile, below the effect of the vibrator was starting to turn her on and a few drops of moistness began to move down her thigh. Colleen took a deep breath as she passed and smiled.
+She resisted the urge to play with the wet pussy as this was the vault event and let the rest of the required hairbrush slaps fall around the ass. By the end of the exchange, lucky’s ass as well as mouth were a bright crimson and lucky was noticeably dripping on the floor.
+“I see lucky’s already starting to drip. I believe she’ll prematurely orgasm during the whipping.”
+“I’d say that is most likely. No woman since 1972 has made it past the pussy whipping if they’ve started dripping during the hairbrush,” Harry said knowledgably as he stared lovingly at Colleen. God, if I only was a lesbian, he thought.
+Colleen sashayed over to the table again pulling out a small ping-pong paddle, ribbed slightly to create little bumps on an otherwise smooth bottom. She took a few practice swings as she went back to her prey. She let her hands wander again as she took up position along her side. She let her hands caress the perfect bottom in front of her eliciting coos too soft for the judges to hear. She let the paddle fall on the heart on her left cheek in the middle of one of the coos, bringing it aloud. Another half-point deduction. She followed up with a hard paddle to the right cheek and began to quickly alternating getting another two gasps from lucky.
+“This is bad news indeed for lucky. She already has six points of deduction and we haven’t even gotten to the paddle of doom. She may fall into the sixes for score if she is not careful.”
+“I guess she just isn’t very lucky this year,” Tom said as he slowed his pace to keep from ejaculating early.
+“What did I say about bad puns,” Harry yelled.
+“Hobo named Ted, Harry,” Tom warned.
+Harry settled into his seat muttering. Next year he’d find a way out of this stupid contract if it killed him. He distracted himself with the view of Colleen as she grabbed the big paddle from the table.
+“That would be a rowing paddle, would it not,” Dick asked him. His cock finally in hand as his resistance fully faltered.
+Harry, the only commentator left with pants, muttered, “No, it only looks like one. An actual rowing paddle is too fragile to deliver the swats and so heavy as to risk hurting the victim. Instead we use a plastic version of one with a slight wooden finish. It brings up welts like nothing else.”
+Without any ado, Colleen swung the paddle full force into lucky’s ass. Her eyes teared up to the force, but she made no sound.
+“Well, that’s impressive. Flowing tears with no sobs remove a single point’s worth of penalty and she’s back to only five points of deduction.”
+The strokes fell harshly stinging the cheeks and causing her legs to swing forward and strain against the chains. Across the dungeon was nothing but the ringing sounds of the slaps and the gentle “fwap” of a thousand plus people masturbating in unison. After the five strokes were up, lucky’s face was a mess of tears and she gently choked back her sobs as her ass ached horribly. Down below, her pussy dripped harder with the attention her ass was getting from the vibrator now lodged quite firmly and deeply in her ass.
+Colleen walked over to the table and reached under it for the paddle of doom.
+“My god, look at the size of it,” Dick exclaimed. “Every time I see it, it never fails to amaze.”
+“I know it makes me feel inadequate,” Tom rang in jauntily. “Tell us a little about the history of the paddle of doom.”
+“Well it’s a recent addition to the event, coming out of the uptight eighties. It’s a heavy black pvc paddle clad with actual rhinestones that make out the word ‘doom’. It’s used once and imprints that word on the ass for about a month.”
+Lucky struggled to regain her composure as the crowd began to gently chant, “of doom, of doom, of doom.” Behind her Colleen was preparing herself like a baseball player, spreading her legs and giving a quick hand-shuffle. She began to take a few practice swings stopping just short each time. As this was her last use of the paddle. She wanted to make it a good one.
+Taking a full swing back, she lifted one leg and let it fall sharply on lucky’s ass. The blow rang out across the dungeon and lucky let out a bellow and her head nodded forward.
+“Oh my god, has she passed out,” Dick cried out. “This could be a disqualification folks.”
+“No, look, she’s coming around again,” Harry pointed out as lucky’s head quickly jerked back up and she jerked the chains to signal to the judge’s her consciousness as well as her desire to continue. “Still the penalty for a near faint is a full ten point deduction. She’ll be in the eights at best.”
+“They’re giving her the mandatory thirty second recovery for near faints and lucky looks like she’s recovering nicely,” Dick groaned. “Plus, that doom on her ass is crystal clear and sexy. Fuck-“ Dick came suddenly onto the bottom of the table. “Aren’t we supposed to have a blowjob slut under here for this event.”
+“No, not after you spent all our budget on booze and hookers last night,” Tom muttered with a bit of disdain. “Thousands of free sluts during the games. Thousands of beautiful women and you pick up a bunch of hookers.”
+“Nothing wrong with hookers,” Dick said guiltily. “Anyway, it looks like we’re ready to start again and Colleen is pulling out the whip.
+“After a near-faint on the paddle of doom, I’d say that the whipping will probably polish her off. She’s going to be a bit weak and the lashes are going to take advantage of that,” Harry muttered as he scooted his chair even further away from his two mad co-anchors. Someday, I’ll escape this, he thought bitterly, until then perseverance. He looked down at the wet spot on his trousers. And a new pair of pants.
+Colleen began to circle lucky drinking her in. The cowboy hat had fallen off during the near faint and her long black hair had fallen partially over her face. Meanwhile, lucky’s breasts heaved as she gulped in big breaths to calm herself before the hardest part of the vault. Colleen giggled and let the first stroke cross across the breasts raising a long welt. Lucky sucked in a gasp to try and avoid further point dockings. Two more strikes fell on her breasts, raising blood slightly over her beautiful mounds.
+Licking her lips, Colleen let her gaze fall lower on lucky’s beautiful pink slit. Drinking in the sight, she let two strikes hit the inner thigh next to the labia causing lucky to twist violently and nearly squeak in pain. Colleen frowned. She marched around to the much abused backside. She let two lashes create a large x across the ass covering the word doom and raising blood. This elicited a small cry, but it was only a single point deduction. She covered the same lines with two more lashes, raising blood purely in a line but not getting another scream. lucky’s lip was bleeding heavily at this point.
+In disappointment, Colleen switched gears and let her last lash hit lucky’s puckered anus. A small splattering of juices hit the floor. Colleen smiled as she circled quickly back to the front and let two lashes kiss the areolas of lucky’s breasts causing them to pitch up in pain and pleasure. lucky’s eyes widened as she felt the level of her arousal and realized what would happen next.
+Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Colleen raised the whip slowly and let her last three lashes kiss lucky’s cunt: Two on the labia and one directly hitting the clit. Lucky spasmed at the last blow as she felt her legs give way in the constraint and the orgasm tear her body. Colleen smiled and walking up, took her right as mistress to clean the victim’s cunt after orgasm. As she drank the flowing juices as they ran out, she signaled the judges that the landing was stuck and thus, five penalty points were to be removed.
+“Holy fuck,” Tom remarked as he shot into the bottom of the table as well. “She made it to the end and stuck that landing. This is a remarkable finish for lucky-E-leven.”  
+“I agree Tom. If she didn’t nearly pass out, she may have even had a chance at a bronze. Still an exemplary performance. With some more self-control, we may see her in the winner’s circle come 2008.”
+“Let’s see what the judges say about it. Remember the highest score she can get is a 9.0.”
+“They’re taking their time while lucky’s master takes her down and grabs her bottom.”
+“I think he’s proud of her effort. She’ll be a very rewarded slave tonight.”
+“Most indubitably, knowing the Snake King, her sore ass will be made all better tonight.”
+“And here are the scores.”
+A skinny man in leather chaps and a butt plug marched from the judges’ table to the center of the dungeon.
+“From oggbashan 8.9. From Carl East 9.0. From raphy 8.8. From Liar 8.9. From cantdog 8.8. And from Lucifer_Carroll 8.4. Total Vault score: 8.80. Total score for lucky-E-leven 9.19, current sixth place.”
+“Well, not bad at all,” Dick said as he watched lucky glomp her master and took in the way her ass jutted when she did so. “The scores were remarkably close to maximum considering the lack of difficulty in her routine.”
+“Well I think it was her recovery from the near faint to stick the landing that really brought out the heartstrings in the judges, well except for the one who has no heart of course,” Harry replied nodding meaningfully at Lucifer_Carroll.
+“Of course,” Tom agreed. “And speaking of tugged heartstrings, it looks like the current front-runner Minsue is ready for her second-to-last event, the Balance Beam. She certainly looks determined Dick.”
+“She is. Her master has been pushing her hard for the last four years after her close 4th place finish in 2000.”
+“Yes, that was a heart-breaker, a premature orgasm on her final event. But, she has been in stellar form this year, her master has assured that.”
+“That’s one tough baby goose, Dick.”
+“They’re called goslings, Tom and this one is a right old bastard of one and also a big fan of Cuban cigars as you can tell.”
+“Isn’t that unhealthy?”
+“You want to tell him that?”
+“What am I suicidal? Anyway, Harry, you look miserably depressed. Why don’t you tell us what the balance beam entails?”
+“I so hate you guys,” Harry muttered before slipping back into his announcer role. “Well as you can see, the Balance Beam is a very large and special three foot double dildo that is inserted into the contestant’s cunt up to the foot mark. It is then turned on so that it slowly moves and stimulates the contestant. The contestant is as you can see blindfolded and handcuffed so they can neither see nor hold the dildo with anything but the vaginal muscles. They are then to pass through the minor obstacle course to the end without cumming or dropping the dildo. The event is actually fairly easy until you factor in the extra stimulations for full points.”
+“And I see Minsue has them in spades,” Dick mentioned as his dick rose back to attention as he watched the cute avian aficionado march to her starting spot. “She is sporting a fetching goose feather vibrator/riding crop in her anus as well as two small nipple-vibrators duct taped to her breasts. She is also upping the difficulty rating to a very dangerous level by using a leg iron to separate her legs a guaranteed foot. She’s really giving the full 110% isn’t she Harry?”
+“Indeed, but remember this is not the highest difficulty seen in this event. Cropcreamer in 1964 did the event in broken stilettos, and received a perfect 10 purely on the merit of not falling down.”
+“Fascinating and pedantic, Harry,” Tom replied snippily. Colleen meanwhile finished blindfolding the lithe Minsue and handcuffed her hands behind her. She then ceremonially inserted the dildo up to the mark eliciting a small grunt from the tiny goose-not-duck and flipped the switch to indicate the beginning of the event. “It seems like Minsue is ready for the event so let’s turn the attention back to the floor.”
+“Minsue seems to be taking her steps haltingly, the twin vibrations of the special crop and the beam are making all motion quite stimulating.”
+“Yes, her legs are already shaking,” he muttered enjoying the view and stroking his cock for the second time. The motion was jiggling the tail feather vibrating riding crop even more and Minsue for a second looked as if she would collapse in ecstasy. She shook her head determinedly and began lurching forward her thighs locked as tight as she could get them. “No wait, she’s regaining control.”
+“Minsue has excellent vaginal control,” Harry mentioned. “Her technique is superb, but her natural tendency for heavy arousal will work against her near the end of the event when the dildo begins to get really slick. Still she is showing her expertise, notice how her steps are metered to gain the most distance as she can in each step while moving the thighs as little as possible.”
+“Oh, yeah,” Dick moaned as he watched Minsue step around the field, stopping every couple of feet to control her arousal and bite back moans. Her pert breasts heaved under the strain of the duct tape and the motion of the small vibrators and down below, the dildo began to glisten under the drab dungeon lighting. Trying to remember her brief view of the course before she was blindfolded, she swerved past random blocks and balls and across a small bridge.
+“She’s over halfway and is still controlling her arousal enough to remember the layout of the course. If she keeps this up she could be looking at a perfect 10 on this event,” Tom spoke as he gently pumped his cock in time to her halting steps. Unlike his color commentator, he could resist the urge to rush masturbation.
+Minsue meanwhile lost a step in counting and ran legs first into a giant rubber ball near the end, the impact dislodging seven of the twelve inches of the Balance Beam.
+“Uh, oh. That can’t be good,” Dick moaned as he watched the remaining portion of the dildo jerk in her straining to be freed.
+“If she does not get control over the beam before it gets too slick, she’ll drop it and take a whopping penalty. She could be knocked out of the medals,” Harry added.
+Minsue’s eyes grew with fear as she bit her lip and clenched her vagina as hard as she could to keep the rest of the balance beam from sliding out. Struggling to remember where the path really was, she took a few measured steps. The dildo, slick from its imprisonment at the back of her vagina, began to inch forward a little with each step.
+Minsue’s eyes, now wide with a mixture of fear and arousal began to swing her legs faster in steps as she found the path again. The crowd began to chant her name as they watched her desperate rush toward the marked end of the course.
+“She might make it,” Dick said as his sac tightened once more. “All she needs is another meter or two. Oh no, she tripped over her own feet! What an upset!”
+Minsue fell forward just short of the line landing on her face with a heavy and painful slam, the beam plopped out in the impact and began to clatter on the floor. Screaming obscenities and weeping she wormed her way over the finish line to Mistress Colleen’s whistle blow.
+“That’s a real shame, Dick. Your heart can’t help but break when you see the Balance Beam fall out of someone so close to the end of the routine. However, those are the risks of this event. If each step isn’t placed perfectly where it’s supposed to go, it spells devastation. She paid a dear price for trying to rush that last motion. She’ll likely fall to fourth, possibly fifth place over it.”
+“The gosling doesn’t look happy either,” Tom said having stopped stroking after Minsue fell.
+“No, knowing him, Minsue will be heavily punished for the error later.”
+“What do you speculate he’ll use, Dick.”
+“Well I speculate it’ll be the hairbrush to start followed by a light whipping and then candles, water torture, the works.”
+“Quite harsh indeed and we’ll be sure to get an after-event interview to cover it. Meanwhile, it looks like the judges are ready to present their scores.”
+The little leather-clad slave walked again to the center of the dungeon. “From oggbashan 8.7. From Carl East 8.9. From raphy 8.7. From Liar 8.6. From cantdog 8.5. And from Lucifer_Carroll 7.6. Total Balance Beam score: 8.50. Total score for Minsue 9.54, current fourth place.”
+“9.54, that’s got to hurt, she was holding at 9.75 before.”
+“I know, she’s really bawling. With the competition as tight as it is at the top, she’s looking to be completely knocked out of the medals for the second Olympics in a row. I notice Lucifer is enjoying her pain though.”
+“Yeah, he’s a real sadistic bastard no doubt.”
+“Well, I know one contestant who’s overjoyed at the decision: vella_ms, who at 9.70 is now the current leader of the competition. Assuming she doesn’t mess up on this final event, she could lock the entire competition up.”
+“Yes, and it looks like she’s prepared to go the whole mile today on the Parallel Bars. Harry, can you give the viewers a bit on the history and methods of the bars.”
+“Yeah, fine, whatever,” Harry said putting the flask he had just taken out back in his pocket. “The Parallel Bars are the primary sex event. The contestant is strapped to the two beams astride her so that she is spread eagle and wide open. The mistress then gives a strong fucking with the strap- on. The goal is not to cum until five minutes have passed. The contestant then has 15 seconds to stick the landing. Unlike other events, points are not deducted for moans, however five points are deducted for every fifteen minutes premature the orgasm is. For the men, this event is bottoms-up, but for the ladies as you can see it is facing straight up so that the whole body is open to the mistress. Thus, this is Colleen’s favorite event.”
+“I can tell that, she’s leaking like the faucet at my summer home,” Tom bragged.
+“One of these days, I’m going to kill you,” Harry muttered back.
+“What did you say?”
+“I said it looks like she’s nearly ready.”
+“Really? I must have bad hearing. Oh well. Yes, and she looks fetching in her complete lack of clothes and extras.”
+“Well, this is more of an event of resisting the raw sexual prowess of the mistress, so extras are not allowed. It is the one event where maximum points occur fairly frequently. As you should know, you conniving retro-”
+“What do you think of vella’s chances in this event, Harry,” Dick interrupted in his preventive way.
+“What,” he asked gruffly before noticing Tom wave a piece of paper he swore he had er…accidentally threw into a furnace back in ’92. “I really hate you guys. Okay, vella_ms is a natural lesbian sub so she has a lot of experience with these events. On the other hand, she is a super-slut and has a bad history with this event. Still, if she can hold on, she’ll be guaranteed a gold medal.”
+“vella is strapped in and she’s nodding to the judges that she’s ready,” Tom said. “Let’s turn back to the event.”
+“Colleen’s setting into position. Damn she’s dripping like crazy,” Harry noted, his dick still aching from his denied release during Minsue’s event. “And there’s the signal from the gimp. The parallel bars have begun.”
+Colleen setting into the task immediately dropped to her knees and began devouring vella’s pussy with pure concentrated lust. “Holy fuck,” vella cried, her eyes beginning to roll and her legs twisting in their restraints before breaking into moans.
+“Amazing,” Dick said as Colleen’s mouth covered over vella’s shaved mound and engaged in a tongue technique that was second to none. The flurry of moans began to run the gamut of tones and for a brief couple of seconds sounded just like the opening to “Paint it Black”. “Holy shit,” he added with his jaw dropped.
+“Yes, as I said Colly is an amazing cunnilinguist. You can see there by the control of moans that vella is quickly falling into Colly’s pace and is being subtly trained to follow her. This is likely to be disastrous as Colly is pushing for the speed orgasm.”
+“The ol’ quick fuck,” Tom punned smarmily.
+“Yes,” Harry answered, his voice dripping a couple hundred degrees. “Anyway,” he continued. “Watch closely here at the minute mark, where the foreplay ends and the penetration begins.”
+The minute mark seemed to take forever to arrive to the commentators’ eyes and the sound of a furious tongue whipping washed over the awed and quite aroused audience. In a few select areas, the member’s engaged in their own forms of oral gratification. When the gimp’s whistle blew, Colleen sadly detached herself and picked up the strap-on on the table next to her. Fastening it with practiced speed, she was ready in a matter of seconds.
+Colleen entered in one stroke, eliciting a loud cry from the secured vella, her blonde hair beginning to get wet from the sweat of complete arousal. It entered smoothly, a credit to Colleen’s skill and partly to vella’s experience. Colleen leaned over as she began to move making sure the ribs of the dildo ran over vella’s clit as she pulled out. She leaned down to her open mouth as another moan flew out of her and darted her tongue into it.
+She began to thrust her hips back and forth softly as she battled with vella’s tongue, massaging it thoroughly and completely and enjoying the last event where she was allowed this much sexual contact with the lovely contestants. Her hands in response to this thought began to massage vella’s very beautiful bust, teasing around the nipples for a while to build suspense.
+“Simply amazing technique, Tom,” Dick muttered through glazed eyes and gritted teeth. If his hand had been flying any faster in its duty, he’d have hurt himself.
+“Sure is. Harry, what would you call the maneuver we’re seeing now?”
+“Sex,” Harry said disinterestedly. He watched Colleen’s ass pump seductively into the prone blonde as she wriggled in her bonds.
+“I meant the scientific name for it.”
+“Coitus,” he asked still drawing in the hypnotic sight and listening dreamily to the melodic squelches of rubber against lubed flesh.
+“I meant the position or the technique.”
+“Oh,” Harry said momentarily shook from the glory of the sight into a thinking state by the reappearance of the cursed sheet of paper in Tom’s hand. “Missionary.” Adding “with a strap-on” when Tom’s smiling glare dropped a few decibels in intensity.
+“Oh,” Tom said far too cheerily and without ever dropping his dazzling and oddly infernal smile. “I thought there was a technical name for it.”
+“’Fraid not,” Harry added quickly. Colleen was beginning to alternate the timing of her thrusts just as she began to rub vella’s nipples. Soft moans could be heard even with her mouth still busy with Colleen’s tongue. The excitement began to move outward and the squelches rang out and amplified as it hit the edge of the auditorium. However the amplification had more to do with the audience’s own forms of coitus in the stands than the actual acoustics of the dungeon.
+The clock was now at about 3 minutes and 30 seconds and Colleen began to twist the nipples while making sure each thrust rubbed hard both against the clit and the g-spot. vella’s moans could be heard even more distinctly now and it was readily apparent that she’d hardly last another minute much less two. The twists became more daring as Colleen, pulled them and tussled them and even manhandled them.
+vella’s eyes were definitely rolled back in her head as her hips bucked in their strains in some attempt to either get away from the arousal, meet the glorious thrusts, or quite possibly both. Colleen realizing that her final pleasure might not last long enough to enjoy her favorite part of the event let go of vella’s nipples at the 3:55 mark and pushed up her breasts and began to rub them rhythmically against her own making sure the nipples touched, pressed into, and played with each other.
+“She doesn’t look like she’s going to make it, Harry,” Dick muttered through gritted teeth as his own dick began to spasm under the table.
+“No, she’s not. I doubt very much if she’ll hold out more than fifteen more seconds,” he sighed. Watching his favorite raven-haired dyke stick it to the bound blonde beauty had been nearly worth the hell of being forced to commentate at this event.
+vella_ms’s moans were hitting critical volume as the pace of the thrusts were moving towards the frantic bestial violent thrusts of those rushing towards climax. The arousal was becoming unbearable. The clock was now at 4:15 and she was desperately trying to squeeze out second after precious second before she exploded.
+At 4:20, her pussy involuntarily squeezed the dildo thrusting into her as Colleen reached one of her free hands down to twist vella’s clit. The combined action was the proverbial straw and vella could feel the orgasm begin to shake down her body headlong towards her cunt.
+At 4:25, she exploded in a deep moan as Colleen lifted up off her face. A few quick jerks as her body tensed up and she collapsed sated but not unconscious. A keen voice would have heard a barely muttered curse in between the gasps for air and the sighs. Colleen exited out with a plop and cleaned out the prize for her good work and the gimp recorded the time of the height of orgasm at 4:27.
+The crowd cheered at the spectacle as Colleen unstrapped vella_ms and gave her a sloppy kiss, giving her a taste of her own juices. vella returned the kiss and gave a quick squeeze to Colleen’s bottom before solemnly trotting back to her mistress, who while remaining impassive allowed a small sign of jealousy pass her eyes.
+“Shame, that’ll be a total of ten full points minimum deducted, won’t it Harry,” Tom said breaking the magic of the moment.
+“Yes, yes,” he muttered. “However with the clock being so close to another five points and with the whole spectacle being so delightfully erotic, I’d expect straight nines across the board.”
+“Even from Lucifer_Carroll?!?” Harry popped in surprised.
+“Yes. He may be evil, but he’s not purely vindictive.”
+“You say he has a heart after all,” Tom popped in inanely again.
+“God’s sakes no. However, he does know his duty as judge and follows it well if not unnecessarily strictly.”
+“And here comes the gimp with the scores,” Dick interjected as he noticed the leather-clad man moving to his spot in the center of the dungeon.
+The dungeon slave or gimp as Dick had called him called out the scores. “From oggbashan 9.0. From Carl East 9.0. From raphy 9.0. From Liar 9.0. From cantdog 9.0. And from Lucifer_Carroll 9.0. Total Parallel Bars score: 9.00. Total score for vella_ms 9.60, current second place.”
+“Decent, fairly decent outing for the young Connecticut slut, wouldn’t you say Dick?”
+“I’d say so. She’s probably looking at a medal with that score, assuming the worst doesn’t occur, wouldn’t you agree, Harry?”
+“Oh yes,” he muttered wondering why the other two were doing his job for him. “and it should be a momentous occasion for her. She has never one a medal at the games, placing fourth in the ’00 games and being disqualified in the ’96 games. It certainly would be a token moment for her if she placed this time.”
+“I notice her mistress seems to feel the same about it,” Tom said as the camera panned over to The Mistress licking vella’s cunt on the bench. “Is that a little congratulations cunnilingus?”
+“No, it looks more like I’m jealous of Colleen cunnilingus from here.”
+“Well, she certainly is someone to get jealous of,” Harry interrupted as he gazed at Colleen strutting off to the locker room for a bit of rest and made a quick finger-bang as her break began. There were times when he desperately wished he were a woman. “Colleen’s taking her break, so it looks like the next event will be Black Tulip on the Pommel Horse.”
+“Don’t you mean the Pummel Horse, Harry,” Dick asked earnestly.
+“Huh,” Harry said as Colleen slipped out of his view and his train of thought reached the present at last. “Oh yes, sorry. Though technically this year the name has been officially deemed the Sybian Horse.”  
+“Oh yes, something about semanties, right,” Tom chimed in.
+“Semantics, Tom, you false lug of a-yes, I see your damned blackmail paper you bastard.” Tom was really starting to get on his nerves. “And now you want me to describe the specifics of the event for the viewers at home again, don’t you?”
+“If you would be so kind and don’t want anything…unfortunate being aired in its place.”
+“Someday, I’m going to rip you into little pieces.”
+“What was that?”
+“I said, that sounds wonderful, Tom.”
+“Sure you did and now on with the description monkey boy.”
+Oh yeah, Harry really hated Tom and the OC. Gritting his teeth and grinding them down a bit, he began his measured speech with false enthusiasm. “The Sybian Horse is a traditional pommel horse used in regular gymnastics except instead of two hand holds, there are two sybian-style vibrators that the contestant must perform on and it is also triangle-based in order to allow the legs better maneuvering. Basically they are rated on the difficulty of their tricks, the depth of the vibrator, how many used at a time, and what they do on them. Like the parallel bar event this is a no-extra event. This is because this event is to show off the flexibility of the contestant and their skill in moving around cocks in both senses of the word. It also is a fun event to watch. The horse vibrates as well making a missed movement a sharply intense feeling. One of the few events where a bad performance can be as equally erotic as a good performance.”
+“And with that we may be ready to begin,” Tom stated as he folded the paper back into his pocket. “Black Tulip is approaching the horse wearing the regulatory nothing.”
+“She’s currently the first place leader with a 9.62 score. Harry, what do you think of her chances of holding onto that position?”
+“Well, she’s got a lot of raw talent and has had stellar performance on the resistance events, but she is a rookie at this particular event and as such tends to make rookie mistakes. Hard training at Amsterdam’s famed Pot and Bondage Clinic and raw talent can only take someone so far in these games.”
+“It looks like Black Tulip is in position,” Tom began, looking down at the Dutch raven-haired beauty stand at attention on the official line. “And there’s the gimp plugging in the Horse.”
+“An interesting fact about this year’s horse,” Dick added. “Apparently they had to rewire the dungeon in order to deal with the power that it draws. It’s a really f-ing powerful Sybian”
+“A what powerful Sybian,” Harry asked disinterestedly.
+“You know,” Dick began like he was talking to a child. “F-ing.”
+“Yeah, I know fucking, but why don’t you fucking say fucking. We commentate on a goddamn sex event. We don’t have to mother-fucking censor ourselves.”
+“Oh yeah I know about that. I’m not a damn idiot. No, I meant frapaloozing, a word meaning lots and lots of numminess inducing stuff,” Dick replied. Harry now noticed that his eyes were jumping like frogs on acid.
+He looked down at the white lines still on Dick’s desk. “You still snorting coke there, Dick?”
+“Oh no, finished that long time ago. I’m now on copper sulfate,” he spit out. “Spins your mind like a murgerbumbo. Oh yeah!”
+Harry blinked twice and then slammed his head on the desk and muttered. “Only four more events and its all over. Just need to hold out a little longer and then I’m going to find that contract on my soul and force both of these dipwads to eat it.”
+Tom, seemingly oblivious to the previous conversation added, “And it looks like the Sybians are ready. There’s the signal and this event has begun.”
+The crowd erupted in a mild cheer and a few orgasms from the couples still at work from the Parallel Bar event as Black Tulip ran briskly towards the Horse. The run-up was a little longer than was necessary to allow the cameras to get a couple of cheap Baywatch style shots for their much needed horny male geek viewers.
+Jumping up from the spring onto the horse in a manner only describable with the words “bouncy” or “nummy” and earning a few well deserved whistles from the male part of the audience that can look at naked women having sex all day and yet still be transfixed by a bouncing breasts, she landed neatly and wetly onto one of the Horse vibrators.
+“And Black Tulip has stuck the first trick, a pussy jump onto the first vibrator. And cleanly too, there was no resistance.”
+“Yes, as our audience can clearly see, those are nine-inch, highest setting vibrators on the horse and she took it in like it was nothing. If I know her mistress and I do, I’d say she did some warm-up with her before hand to make sure she was pre-widened and moistened. And notice how she made hardly a noise as it went in. That’s definite self-control there.”
+Black Tulip settled for a second on the thick dildo, measuring it up with her pussy and getting a fresh flow beginning. She then clasped her arms behind her back, let her legs grip around the perfectly designed triangular base and began to jump up and down on the vibrator. Her face remained as stone serious as before though the observant could see the heavy sweat bead on her brow and the slight open-mouthed motions of her lips. The rest could see the trail of liquid flowing down the Horse onto the floor.
+“That’s the old bishop there and it is a good event for showing vaginal control as well as making sure the pussy is lubed up for the more difficult events and can also serve to…yup, there she goes,” Harry stated.
+Black Tulip thrust all the way up and unlocked her legs and brought her hands down to take some of the vaginal fluids and lube her ass. Her strokes were furtive and fast and she only dipped back twice. She needed to because the judges would ding her for stalling if she took too long and also her current foothold was vibrating fairly intensely.
+Finished, she dipped quickly down so that the head of the plastic cock was barely inside the lips and directly on the clit. She let out a small moan as the hard buzz first contacted.
+“A half point deduction, but nothing too serious,” Tom quipped. “She’s certainly well-disciplined in the noise department.”
+“Well, she trains her self-control through a vigorous method of becoming a 50s pulp comic with an enigmatic smile. It is a secret Dutch technique only used by those considered nummy enough to pull it off,” Harry spoke up with the white powder dripping down his face.
+“Sure, she does Dick,” Harry muttered. “Now watch here, it looks like she’s going to pull a Melissa with a half-twist.”
+Taking a halted breath with a near gasp, Black Tulip swung her hips violently over the top of the Sybian so that she turned a full 180 degrees. The force of the twist so near her clit caused her to moan softly again. The moan however, did not stop her from continuing the Melissa and with one hand she grabbed the cock behind her and guided the head quickly into the rim of her anus.
+“A difficult maneuver done acceptably, if not splendidly.”
+“So what did she do wrong on that maneuver?”
+“Well the Melissa is named after Melissa Needs who in 1972 performed the lean back and sunk it fully in the ass without the use of her hands. My guess is that if Black Tulip hadn’t been distracted by the half-twist addition, she’d have done the same. Still, as you can see, it gets the reaction it wants.”
+The audience cheered the maneuver as much as one can call a general increase in coitus a cheer. The judges were likewise pleased. There were a series of meaningful nods and smiles and yes, one or two unprofessional leers and one case by Carl East of holding up a sign saying, “Hey BT, how about after the event, you show that maneuver to me again?”
+Black Tulip meanwhile was getting her grips on the dual Sybians whirring away just inside her twin holes. Her “voluptuous numminess” as Dick would put it was heaving a little erratically revealing that she was far more turned on than she was willing to admit.
+“This isn’t good, it looks like the half-twist spent to much time on her clit. She’s far too turned on and is stalling to get her bearings back. It’s a shame, she had the momentum going into the move.”
+“There’s the sign from the judges, she’s been docked one point already for stalling. And there could be another point coming…wait, no, she’s ready.”
+Black Tulip rolling her eyes back straight and controlling a few involuntary shudders began to rock back and forth, pushing in and out the two dildos in her ass and cunt. Her breasts rocked slow time behind her motions and she softly breathed the beats out as they occurred.
+At the seventeenth beat, she pushed herself fully onto the Sybian in her pussy, turned around, and then sunk it all the way inside. The maneuver pushed her clit directly onto the sloped top of the Horse. This caused her clit and the inner folds of her labia to be stimulated extra and directly as the big dildo whirred deep in her pussy. BT made no sign that this new stimulus had any affect on her as she stared directly at her mistress.
+Noticing the sign from her mistress (a smile and wink) she prepared herself for her next movement.
+“She couldn’t be planning on…” Harry began shocked as he watched Black Tulip begin to bend down arching her back steeply. “Holy shit, I haven’t seen a Pamela for 16 years.”
+“A Pamela?” Tom asked genuinely confused.
+“Just watch, asshole.”
+Tom began to fumble towards the incriminating document and then Black Tulip did the Pamela. His jaw dropped open.
+Black Tulip wrapped her breasts around the dildo that had been in her ass and swung herself into a handstand over the Horse. She remained in that position for a second and then swung herself back onto the first vibrator, this time letting it sink in her ass. As she did this she swung back into a sitting position and panted heavily.
+“Now is there any points off for panting, Harry,” Tom asked.
+Harry and even coke-brained Dick looked mournfully at Tom as if he had asked for another popcorn at a showing of Schindler’s List. “No. And furthermore, the Pamela is one of the harder maneuvers in the Sybian Horse event and requires that the contestant as strong and most importantly large breasts.”
+“Uh huh, you know what we could use out here. A popcorn machine,” Tom muttered.
+“Philistine,” Harry muttered as the audience continued their wild applause of orgasm and squelches over Black Tulip’s rare trick. “Anyway, I reckon she will pull off one more trick and then go for the dismount. She may even just skip ahead if she’s getting to hot and bothered. No sense in pushing herself after a maneuver like that.”
+Black Tulip smiled lazily as she took a moment to catch her breath and stabilize her feelings. Her breasts were red streaked from their enveloping of the vibrator and tingled wickedly and slightly painfully. She considered the flow in her cunt and decided to go for the easy dismount. She pushed up with her hands and hips and did not move.
+“HOLY FRAPALOOZING MURGERBUMBO,” Dick cried out from the desk. “She clenched. Her ass clenched on the vibrator when it entered. She’s stuck! This could spell disaster for the nummy Venusian.”
+“I think you mean Dutch, Dick,” Harry intoned while scooting his chair a little further from his stoned colleague. “And yes, ass-clenching is a very real threat in this event. Many of the tricks involve taking the thick, long, plastic cock very deep in the anus. If the anus is not lubed enough or is not prepared for fast entry, then things like this happen.”
+Black Tulip frantically tugged at the dildo under her, trying to dislodge herself and woefully played with herself to try and get herself to calm down and loosen up. In the corner, ABSTRUSE threw down her Absolutely Fabulous hat and began stamping angrily.
+The crowd groaned at the display and Lucifer_Carroll held up another one second stalling flag as Black Tulip began thrashing desperately to pull out. Then with a thump, she slid up and out and fell pussy first on the top of the Horse. The sudden hard hit and the power of the vibrations directly on the clit and length of the cunt forced her to spasm four times in orgasm and sated, she slid off unglamorously onto the floor. By the very merit of landing like a cat on her knees, it counted as a landing, instead of a fall.
+“Harry, how would you judge that slight setback,” Tom asked.
+“Slight setback? Well, with such a departure, it’s all up to the individual judge’s discretion. I doubt we’ll see anything over 9.3 and overall it’s a matter of how much their pity and awe at the Pamela overshadow their disappointment in nearly falling off the Horse. This is a very tough call.”
+“I’ll say. Though, I think she’d have done better if the gimp had removed the flying monkeys of the apparatus first,” Dick chimed in excitedly.
+“Are you sure that’s just copper sulfate, Dick?”
+“I think so, it said so on the baggie.”
+“Okay,” Harry muttered, falling into stunned silence. He moved his lips up and down as if to say more, but nothing was willing to make the trip from the brain.
+“It looks like mistress ABSTRUSE is having a few words with the judges and gimp about the dildo that stuck and in true ABSTRUSE style, seems to be getting most of them to laugh.”
+A dark, booming voice rang out through the joviality after little more than half-a-minute. “No,” it said and ABSTRUSE slunk sadly back to her corner as Lucifer allowed a thin smile to cross his lips.
+“It looks like Lucifer is blocking the appeal,” Tom began. “What do you think about it all, Harry?”
+“Well, Lucifer is in the right as much as I hate to admit it. Still, it doesn’t look like BT will be docked for falling off or anything like that and ABSTRUSE probably won a few extra points from the other judges. You just have to take hits like these when they come.”
+“Well, it looks like ABSTRUSE is saying the same thing to BT,” Tom mentioned. Black Tulip was sobbing softly on ABSTRUSE’s shoulder while she patted her friendly on the bum. “Shame. She could have locked up the event if she hadn’t messed up.” And without missing a beat, he swung back to excited with, “And here’s the gimp with the scores.”
+“From oggbashan 8.9. From Carl East 9.4. From raphy 9.2. From Liar 9.0. From cantdog 9.3. And from Lucifer_Carroll 8.6. Total Sybian Horse score: 9.06. Total score for Black Tulip 9.54, tied for third place.”
+“A painful hit, wouldn’t you say, Harry?”
+“Not really. It could have easily been a lot worse and this way she’s still in the competition. Overall, not a bad hit and if she doesn’t get bumped, she’ll be sitting pretty on a bronze medal. Not bad for the Dutch rookie. With her raw talent, she could be looking at a gold at the next games.”
+“I noticed that Lucifer didn’t argrbrbooboo,” Dick began before falling over on the ground twitching.
+“Oh my God, is he all right?” Harry muttered before rushing to his side. Though not trained in treating drug overdoses, he was trained in panic emergency procedures. That is, how to panic over a prone body and wonder frantically how CPR is supposed to work and whether someone will figure out how to do it first so you won’t be the one kissing a guy.
+“Oh yeah, he’ll come to once he realizes that he’s not on the Baywatch set and doesn’t need to fake an emergency.”
+“I’m not?!?” Dick screamed bolting straight upwards rebounding against Harry’s skull with a hard clonk. “Sorry Timothy Leary. Didn’t mean to-pretty rainbows…I mean, Lucifer didn’t seem to punish the thing what with all that numminess whatsitcalled much.” And then proceeded to pass out again.
+Harry walked back to his seat rubbing the bump on his head, pausing only long enough to dump Dick’s bag of “copper sulfate” in the specially ordered bomb- disposal unit behind the desks. “Yes, Lucifer treated Black Tulip very well in the scores. A testament perhaps to ABSTRUSE’s unique abilities as a wordsmith and jokester or more realistically a testament to his inability to make BT cry anymore than she already was. He’s not as evil when the tears are already flowing. Of course that only applies when they are genuine. This is a man…er demon that literally eats grief for breakfast.”
+He was stopped there by a sudden cheer from the audience. Colleen had re- entered into the dungeon, dressed similarly to before but this time, the red vest had been foregone for a black model.
+“And it looks like the mistress is back,” Tom mentioned candidly as Colleen did a few lashes with her whip to make sure she was still warmed-up. “So it looks like it is time for cloudy to do the Uneven Bars. And she certainly looks ready to do them. Harry, why don’t you tell us more?”
+Harry gave a tired sideways glance at Tom. “First of all, the uneven bars are what she’s tied to. This is the prime torture resistance event, not a sexual event. The bars are set at an angle so that one leg is bent and touches the floor while the other rests fully stretched. This allows the contestant to stand up straight while exposing both the pussy and the ass fully and allowing full access. It also keeps much of the musculature tense, which adds to the power of the strokes, lashes, and whatever else is used. The techniques and materials used in the event are known only to the mistress. The only thing that is constant is the time limit: 10 minutes. All of this is so there is no way for the contestant to prepare fully for the event and thus the element of surprise and novelty is maintained. It is a way of testing the contestant’s reaction to the kinky and unexpected.”
+“Uh huh. And what about cloudy’s chances,” Tom asked reading from his anchorman script.
+“Well, she’s been doing splendidly throughout the competition and currently holds second place with a score of 9.55. However, the events in which she has received the lowest scores have been the Vault and Floor Exercises, the two events with the most punishment. So, it’s a toss-up on whether or not she’ll pull through here. If she does, a 9.94 will bop her to first place and a 9.52 will give her a firm hold on second.”
+“Well, she’s getting a last minute pep-talk from her master, Chief Redneck and is putting on her extras. Funny name for a master.”
+“Well, they are both Southern Cherokees so they are technically redskin rednecks. It’s their little joke.”
+“Uh huh. I guess that explains the confederate belt and feather headdress.”
+“He believes in ironic symbols. Seems to be a big thing among masters and mistresses at these games.”
+“Irony, huh. Damn, I better not send him these Klan invites then.”
+Harry allowed the briefest of horrified looks pass over his face before complete surrender gave in. “Yep,” he intoned in an exhalation of breath.
+“Anyway, it looks like cloudy’s going for the gold decking her breasts out with a complete packet of safety pins, putting in her clit ring, and putting in the butt plug.”
+“Yes, I’m surprised at the butt plug as this is a torture resistance event and it will not be worth many extra points. I suspect that she is just throwing things together to make sure her scores stay as close to maximum as she can. I notice she isn’t trying the water torture which shows she isn’t showing desperation.”
+“Water torture?”
+“Basically drinking too much water before the event making a ‘piss out’ very likely. Dangerous tactic, usually only employed by the desperate. We probably won’t see it these games.”
+“Interesting. Well it looks like cloudy is ready and is walking over to be strapped to the Uneven Bars.”
+cloudy stepped up to the Bars and lifted her right leg straight out so that her ankle rested on the tall bar. After Colleen firmly strapped it in with a tight old-fashioned rope bond, she put her left knee over the lower bar adjusting her footing until it was comfortable and allowed her the maximum of stability. With a quick nod to Colleen, her leg was bound similarly with rope and she clasped her hands behind her back.  
+“No handcuffs for her,” Tom asked confusedly.
+“No, in this event you are expected to have the self-restraint to not shield yourself from the blows. It’s a full two point deduction and a couple of blows to the wrist if a contestant attempts it,” Harry muttered patting his pockets for his flask. “By the way, did you see what happened to my flask?”
+“Afraid not, Harry,” Tom said slipping the flask into his jacket.
+“You bastard,” Harry began to growl.
+“And you can’t do anything about it,” he whispered out of range of the microphones. “You are the OC’s slave right now and you should be glad we’re not making you the blowjob slut.”
+Harry grumbled a few obscenities on his side of the table. This was going too far.
+“Looks like cloudy and Colleen are both ready to start. So…and there’s the gimp with the stopwatch; the event has begun!”
+Colleen reached over to her table of bondage equipment and selected a cat’o’nine tails. She made a quick snap with them inches away from cloudy’s face to prepare her mentally.
+“It looks like Colleen is starting with the cat’o’nine tails and putting the ‘ol fear of her in cloudy.”
+“Yeah, that’s a traditional beginning,” Harry intoned still lamenting the loss of his flask into Tom’s jacket.
+“Oh fine, here’s your damn flask,” Tom spat out while taking care to clamp his hand over the microphone. “Now start participating or else I’ll forget to give back the evidence after this is all done.”
+“All of it?”
+“Yes.”
+“Even the stuff about the hobo?”
+“If you damn well commentate, I will.”
+“All right! Colleen is lightly beating each area of the body with the cat’o’nine tails. It is a sort of warm-up exercise practiced by most official mistresses during the first minute or so. Note how she increases the force on the breasts, ass, and pussy. This is to show that these areas will be dealt with more severely than the others and to give the sub a bit of a taste as to what is coming.”
+“All I know is it’s fairly boring to watch.”
+“It’ll get exciting in a second, there we go.”
+Colleen let a snap fall across cloudy’s breasts raising nine criss-crossing red welts over the top of them and brushing off most of the safety pins. It elicited a small yelp costing her a quick half-point and Colly smiling began to twirl the cat’o’nine absent-mindedly in her hand.
+Maintaining her devilish grin, she twirled the whip closer and closer to cloudy until it was brushing her right nipple. She then began to increase the pace of the circle until it was slapping the nipple painfully and continuously. cloudy bit her lip to try and prevent a series of loud gasps from escaping and for a second one of her hands left her back and started to move around. She stopped herself reluctantly and stood proud against the onslaught.
+Taking the hint, Colleen lowered the twirl down her stomach taking care to scrape the skin along the way. She then positioned it just in front of cloudy’s clit and watched her eyes grow wide in fearful anticipation. She moved the twirl slightly letting one stroke fall directly on her clit. The blow elicited another strong yelp dropping her down another half-point. Then with another lopsided grin Colleen brought the twirl forward and repeated the motion she had on the nipple.
+This time, she elicited a small stream of curse words and two loud “nos” from the captive beauty.
+“I believe she has about six full points of deduction there, Harry.”
+“Actually it’s only at about four. However, she is quickly wracking up marks against her and if she doesn’t watch it, she could knock herself right out of the medals. Remember we have only seen about two minutes of extremely light torture here.”
+Colleen moved away from the clit whipping slowly and made a few last-minute lashings on cloudy’s coppered ass, back, and breasts. On the breasts, to complete, she twirled a figure eight, reddening the quarter-redskin’s breasts nicely and removing any safety pins that had survived the other lashings.
+“Now you could say she really has red skin,” Tom laughed.
+“Shit, more bad puns,” Harry lamented.
+“You better learn to like it or bye-bye freedom,” Tom intoned covering his microphone once more.
+“Right, always nice to have a good sense of humor, I say.”
+“Much better,” he muttered before uncovering the microphone and slipping back into his phony friendly voice. “Now it looks like Colleen is putting away the cat’o’nine and pulling out a box.”
+“It’s a box of pins,” Harry said. “I’m surprised she’s pulling those out so early in the event.”
+With great care, she pulled out a long thin needle and began to lightly poke along cloudy’s stomach. cloudy flinched at their touch and began to breathe heavily through her nose as her gold-speckled eyes widened in abject terror.
+“I don’t think she has practiced with needle torture, Tom. This could be very bad for her.”
+Colleen moved the needle slowly to the breast. The motion was draining the clock down to nearly the halfway point, but it was raising the level of fear in cloudy. She began to slowly poke and prod the breasts raising small pips of blood over their circumference. cloudy’s breaths became louder and though she had her mouth fully clamped and was biting her lip in worry, it still was audible all across the dungeon.
+The crowd grew quieter in anticipation and when the noise had dropped enough and a lovely butterfly pattern had been made on both breasts, Colleen steadied cloudy’s breasts and lined up the nipples. Then with a quick thrust, she plunged the needle through both nipples connecting them together.
+What came next was the world’s loudest self-muffled scream. Keeping her mouth shut, she screamed through her lips letting it echo across the dungeon and muffling all other sounds. At the end of the noise she slumped forward and began to breathe heavily through her nose, taking time to let a few muffled “ows” ferment in the air.
+“Does that count as a deduction, Harry?”
+“I believe not. According to the official rules, a deducting cry is not a deduction if it never crosses an open mouth. As long as she keeps it shut, she may be able to ride through this. However, the judges may decide to individually mark her down on style for ‘being wimpy.’”
+cloudy continued to pitifully whelp behind a closed mouth as Colleen gripped the needle at its middle and lightly pulled back. As the movement started to genuinely stretch the breasts, the mild protestations turned back into a series of muffled screams. Displeased nods began to be seen in the judge’s booth.
+“I see what you mean, Harry.”
+“It’s a shame too. She’s showing some real self-control. I guess though that sometimes the contestant comes up against something that’s outside their comfort-zone and isn’t prepared to handle it. And the mistress will be showing no mercy here. She will have picked her routine long before this event takes place and even if her heartstrings are tugged, she’ll be powerless to stop. All cloudy can do here is hold on and hope the next instrument is one she’s used to.”
+With a bit more subdued and sympathetic look, Colleen pulled out a second needle and moved her hand to cloudy’s nether regions. She deftly hooked her middle finger in her clit ring and pulled stretching it out and earning a muffled yelp. Colleen held the needle in the other hand and lined up a clear space. cloudy remembering the time she got it pierced began to shake her head violently “no,” but it was no use. With a thrust it went through her most sensitive area.
+This time the scream was out loud and twice as loud. Couples engaged in coitus stopped as the line was clearly crossed. Even Dick sat up from his drug- induced coma and nodded his head solemnly. Once it was over, it was no surprise to see cloudy topple over backwards. Moving deftly, Colleen caught her and signaled, carefully removing the offending needles, the butt lug, and the clit ring.
+“A pure faint and a line-cross from bondage to torture,” Dick muttered surprisingly soberly and coherently before collapsing again on the ground.
+“Yes, those are the risks on the Uneven Bars. Sometimes when the body just isn’t willing or the punishment happens to occur outside the contestant’s safe-zone, you get devastations like this.”
+“What did you do to her, paleface bitch?!? I’ll fucking kill you,” Chief Redneck screamed from the bench loud enough to be heard at the announcer table.
+“He doesn’t sound happy,” Tom said unnaturally jovially. “Is this another one of those irony things?”
+“No,” Harry said worriedly, “I don’t think so. That’s why I believe security is restraining him before he charges Colly.”
+Over at Chief Redskin’s corner, two burly men in bottomless leather chaps rushed over and each seized an arm and half-escorted, half-dragged the angry master outside.
+Meanwhile, back on the Bars, Colleen was pulling out smelling salts from her cart and was waving them frantically under cloudy’s nose. With a jerk, she came to and began to cry. With a comforting stroke of her long black hair and a quick kiss to the forehead, Colleen helped her up and comforted her.
+“Is Colleen going to be in shape to put her all into the next two events,” Tom asked surprisingly seriously.
+“I believe so. She’s a true professional. She cares for her little subs, but she knows how to push that aside and lay into them. Besides, you can see her brushing up on propaganda tactics of the modern media while she’s making sure cloudy is okay. That’ll get her riled up like nothing else.”
+They watched for a while in silence as cloudy began to control herself with remarkable fortitude. After a few minutes, she was back to normal and ran out of the dungeon to try and calm down her fiery-tempered master and lover.
+“As I said before, it’s really a shame when something like this happens.”
+“I know. It through the sexual pace all out of whack.”
+“Is it just my imagination or are you becoming more and more monstrous as we’re commentating.”
+“It better be your imagination or we’ll make you keep up the announcing for the rest of the events. And yes, that’s with us.”
+“I see.”
+“So now with the cloudy thing all sorted out, it should be time for Tatelou’s final event, the Rings.”
+“Uh yes,” Harry muttered.
+“So tell us a bit about the Rings. Is it some kind of marriage event?”
+“No,” Harry began mentally adding ‘you humorless blackmailing asshole’ “Basically it is a pair of rings hanging off a beam that the contestant must lift themselves to and slip their legs through. The contestant places five rings from a hanging tray in places she deems most likely to earn points Then they proceed to masturbate themselves furiously for about a minute or two to demonstrate balance while aroused and strength of legs. Points of style are given to the originality and difficulty of the masturbation position, level of arousal apparently achieved, and any feats of strength or tricks completed while masturbating. Any false arousals or add-ons used will result in immediate disqualification so this is yet another extraless event. Also, at random points in the event the mistress will whip the rings off her body one by one. The contestant must stick the landing in both meanings of the word after the final ring is flicked off. Overall, a deceptively easy event that when done well looks easier than it really is.”
+“It certainly doesn’t sound hard.”
+“Ever tried to hang on a shifting surface while on the brink of orgasm, Tom.”
+“Not since my last party of Big Tony’s.”
+“It requires amazing athleticism and a constant feel for where one is at all times even when the mind isn’t fully working.”
+“Right, anyway, what do you think of Tatelou’s chances in the event.”
+“Well, her main problem these events has been her tendency to get too turned on by events and prematurely orgasm. She’s currently in the fourth position with a 9.49 because of it. However, in this event she’s able to control her level of arousal and furthermore it plays to her natural talents of muscular control and creative masturbation. So, it’s possible she might be able to break into the medals.”
+“All right, it looks like she’s ready to go. Her mistress is giving her a good luck pat on the bum and a good luck smack to the back of the head.”
+“Yes, ShockChick is a curiously strange mistress.”
+“I understand she was actually birthed out of Tatelou’s darker psyche.”
+“Yes, she’s curiouser and curiouser it seems.”
+“Was that a pun?”
+“No it was an obscure homage brought on by too much time spent in your godfor-I mean your wonderful presence.”
+“Huh,” Tom muttered genuinely confused. “Anyway, it looks like Tatelou is ready to begin.”
+Tatelou sauntered naughtily up to the Rings raising back the spirits and members of the audience. She grinned insatiably at the effect she was having as a sluttiprominata-muchogracias and gave a big air kiss to everyone.
+“She’s walking like she’s some kind of movie star or something.”
+“It’s just her style,” Harry said non-committingly. “Besides the audience needs something like this to get them back in the mood.”
+Tatelou finished her obligatory audience teasing and stepped underneath the Rings. Colleen nodded to her and with a similar nod Tatelou grabbed both Rings and pulled herself up. Her taut muscles strained as she held herself up on the two giant Rings. With absolute care, she slipped one leg and then the other through both of them making sure they were settling on her upper thighs. With her right hand, she grabbed onto the rope for balance and with the other she picked up the five clip-on rings on the hanging tray.
+With deft motions she clipped the first two to her nipples, giving them a tight tug to make sure they were on well enough not to fall off in the acrobatics portion of the event. She then placed one on the right and left folds of the labia so that she could use them as finger holds to spread them. With a bit of a flinch she clipped the final one directly on her clit. She squirmed a little as she grew accustomed to the cold metal and then brought her other hand to the other rope and sat there for a second.
+Tatelou signaled down to Colleen and she signaled back the cue to begin. With a movement she brought down her right hand down to her cunt, spread her lips and began tracing a circle around the inner folds with her middle finger. Making sure her legs were stiff and balanced, she moved her other hand to her breasts and began to pull the rings slightly as she went.
+“She’s starting off slowly and traditionally,” Harry muttered.
+“So we’re in for a boring show?” Tom growled angrily.
+“No, it means she’s taking care to remain in control and climate herself to the rings. She’s also sticking to her traditional routine so she has familiarity working for her. However, Tatelou is famed for pulling off some amazing masturbation and we’ll likely be seeing some of it very soon.”
+Tatelou twitched in concentration. She was trying to hold her upper body perfectly even so she wouldn’t slip forward or backwards. Sweat begun to form over her and her curly dark hair began to mat a little. Her fingers moved into a more intensive masturbation that had two fingers penetrate while another traced up and gently rubbed her clit.
+A sudden crack filled the air as Colleen snapped her whip and a small mark appeared on Tatelou’s right breast where the small clip-on ring had been. Below her, the gimp rushed over and picked it off the ground. With gentle grace she leaned back with her hands still busy at work masturbating, except this time the second hand was lightly tracing her ass crack with its index finger. Without a care in the world, she kept leaning until her legs slowly started to slide out of the Rings. With a snap of the knees, she locked her knees around the Rings and fell to a position completely upside down.
+“Impressive.”
+“Yes, as I said Tatelou is always good for a teasing show,” Harry muttered back. He looked up at Tatelou working to halt the slow swinging action she was developing and then continued her double assault on her ass and cunt. She had two fingers in her ass and she was moving to a four-finger fast pump in her pussy. Colleen slowly moved around the Rings until she was facing Tatelou again and let another whip crack lash across her left breast removing another ring.
+Tatelou’s face grimaced in pure concentration as her cunt started to glisten under the lights. She thought for a second and then slowly moved her right leg out of its ring bringing it forward. Removing her hands from her pussy and ass and moving them to her breasts, she placed her right leg through the big ring that contained her left leg. With great care she removed her left leg from underneath. For a second she started to slip but her right leg snapped back with enough force to leave her hanging by one leg over the mats completely turned around. With a sigh she slipped her left leg into the other swinging ring and then taking a small swing, began to curl herself up into a sitting position. Taking her hands off her breasts, she grabbed the rope in front of her and brought herself back into her original position.
+“My word, I never expected her to try a Switchfoot Mary at the games. That maneuver is bloody dangerous,” Harry muttered in astonishment. Behind him the crowd cheered and began to fuck earnestly in celebration of the feat. Taking a moment to catch her breath Tatelou held onto the ropes. Underneath Colleen nodded and gave two quick flicks of the wrist. The two rings on her labia began their descent to the floor below.
+Steadying the Rings as best as she could, she removed her hands from the ropes and began to lean forward so that her shoulders were pressed against the ropes. With a frantic plunge she thrust both hands down her chest and belly and put them to work in an orgy of clit-twists and rubs, multi-finger penetrations, and massages of the g-spot. Quickly drips began to appear on the floor as she slowly, carefully, and just a little bit lasciviously undulated on the Rings. One wrong movement and she’d fall either painfully forwards or embarrassedly backwards.
+Her face was desperately unattractive as she concentrated on maintaining a very delicate balance while literally rushing to orgasm. Below her a small puddle was spreading on the mats. With great care Colleen straddled it and looked up. This was a difficult angle for even her. A small droplet fell into her mouth. She felt the juices on her tongue and smiled. A glean caught her eye and the whip snapped. A gold ring fell on her face and with a loud cry, Tatelou’s legs shot straight out and spasmed. She jerked her head back in orgasm and began to fall backward out of the Rings. Using the tiny part of her mind that was still working and some random feline instinct, she twisted in midfall and orgasm and landed unceremoniously on her hands and knees.
+She shuddered and spasmed once more as the crowd roared in applause and sexual groans. A small trail ran down her leg and Colleen took care to dip down and taste the landing. She rose her hand.
+“And it looks like the landing is stuck,” Tom said as Colleen licked up her spoils. “An impressive showing I thought for a British tart.”
+Harry let a sideways glance fly over the table and then reveled in his new apathy. “With that Switchfoot Mary and that amazingly pulled off landing, she may even get this game’s first perfect 10. Even ShockChick whom always seems displeased with Tatelou is smiling in appreciation.”
+“And the crowd seemed to have loved it too,” Tom interrupted as he waved his hand towards the crowd. A quick pan showed the audience members giving standing ovations as well as an equal number of kneeling, laying, sitting, and riding ovations. “And it seems as if the judges have already decided so let’s hear from the gimp.”
+“From oggbashan 9.9. From Carl East perfect 10. From raphy perfect 10. From Liar 9.9. From cantdog perfect 10. And from Lucifer_Carroll 9.7. Total Rings score: 9.92. Total score for Tatelou 9.55, current second place.”  
+An excited and uncharacteristic squeal erupted from both Tatelou and ShockChick at the announcement. As well as a congratulatory cheer and moan from the audience.
+“And that’s a guaranteed medal for the British wench,” Tom said in his cheery voice. “They’re squealing like two teenage girls at a crack house. Honestly, though who’d have guessed this British wench would be able to overcome her foreign inferiority and guarantee herself a place in the medals. Wouldn’t you say so, Harry?”
+Harry looked over to Tom in that long silence that only accompanies those moments you really wish you hadn��t heard what you know you heard. “Um…” he finally began noticing an odd change in his co-host. “When did you put in those red contacts?”
+“What red contacts,” Tom asked worriedly and frantically pulled out a hand mirror from a small bag next to his seat. “Oh crap, the OC’s anti-infernal medication must be wearing off. Excuse me while I go to the bathroom.”
+Harry slowly contemplated the hidden meanings of Tom’s statement. After his brain shut down in shock and a little abject horror at what he was mixed up in, he turned to the nearly comatose figure of Dick. “Are you okay?”
+“Is that you Pope John Wayne?”
+Harry stared blankly for a few seconds. “Well at least you’re conscious. That’s the important thing.”
+“Where the fuck art thou, blowjob slut?”
+“Hmmm,” Tom remarked coming back slightly less red-eyed from the staff and slave bathroom. “Good, he’s in this stage of the events. I can proceed to enjoy him.” Sliding into a feminine voice he sing-songily replied, “here I am Dicky.”
+Harry blinked twice. “Um…”
+“Don’t worry,” Tom replied. “I’ve been doing this almost every time. I think he secretly likes it. How about you fill the audience in on Minsue and the Floor Exercise while I test my blowjob skills.”
+“Uh, sure,” Harry muttered turning back to his microphone. He shut out the sounds of slurps and moans behind him and tapped into the last vestiges of his dying professionalism. “The Floor Exercise is one of the most difficult events in the Bondage Gymnastics. The contestant places herself at the full discretion of the Mistress and is led on seven bizarre tasks to demonstrate their obedience to embarrassing as well as painful commands. Also, extras are key to this event and the style points just don’t come without them. Overall, we’ll see some insane shit no matter how well the contestant performs.”
+“Mmmhmm, nngh ut out insues amces,” Tom murmured as he continued his task.
+“Well, Minsue is not one to take losing lightly. Besides she knows what the Gosling will do to her if she doesn’t perform to her very best. Furthermore…” He watched Minsue begin the waddle over to the Floor Exercise mat where Colleen waited with a large collection of random dungeon materials. “I don’t believe it. She’s water bondaging!”
+“He inging oo unch atah ing?”
+“Yes, look at her stomach. It’s practically bulging. And on top of that she’s sporting a pure array of safety pins on her breasts, nipple rings, a clit ring, a Big Boy twelve-inch vibrator in her pussy and her goose-feather dildo in her ass. I have never seen such an all out blitz on extras before in all my years following this event. Minsue must be desperate for the gold medal which she can only win with a perfect 10 on this event.”
+Minsue looked pitiful as she arrived at the mat. Her stomach was distended the regulatory amount for a water torture and among the judges were flashes of surprise and intrigue.
+Over by the judge’s table the gimp raised his hand to mark the beginning of the event and Colleen reached down and turned on Minuse’s Big Boy vibrator. Minsue’s legs buckled for a minute and then glancing at the stare of the Gosling, recovered perfectly.
+Colleen paced for a second recalling a particularly virulent anti-history article she had read in order to get herself in the right mind frame. An evil grin spread across her face as she approached Minsue and grabbed her tail. “Oh a goose are we,” she mocked. “With this tail you’re more like a dog to me. Why don’t you bark for me doggie?” With this she gave the goose tail a hard push and twist deep into Minsue’s ass. Minsue jerked forward and gave a loud false bark.
+“I didn’t hear you,” Colleen said pulling the dildo most of the way out and thrusting it back in. Minsue barked much louder this time and started to pant. “Much better. But a doggie should have more doggie talents. Let’s see you beg.”
+“That was the first task. An introductory task to set the mood. With doggie humiliation now set as the theme, we’ll probably be seeing an emphasis on humiliation on actual torture, but that does not mean we won’t be seeing torture.”
+Minsue raised herself onto hunched legs and held her arms out slightly in front of her in mimicry of paws. She whined softly and cocked her head to one side. “And what are you begging for my little bitch? What is it you want?”
+Minsue barked. Colleen continued. “You want to taste something? You want your mistress’s attention?”
+Minsue barked and swayed her ass to make the goose dildo sway like a bad impersonation of a tail. Colleen smiled. “Of course you do. How about you taste my whip?”
+She pulled out her favored whip and snapped it harshly across Minsue’s breasts dislodging a few safety pins onto the mat. Minsue took it plainly and gave a hurt look before fading right back into her panting. Colleen nodded slightly in impression and then let the whip strike twice on Minsue’s pussy lips. Again there was the same doggie “thank you ma’am may I have another reaction.
+“Okay, doggie, you enjoy your mistress’s gift?” Minsue barked in assent. “Very well, how about if we aim it to your stomach?” The whip lashed hard against Minsue’s very taut stomach slapping it back dangerously forwardly. Across Minsue’s eyes flashed worry and a desperate movement to control any undue urination. However, she refused to show any real non-doggie actions or express any genuine pain. In fact she seemed to be slightly getting off the whippings.
+Colleen nodded in approval and moved behind her. “On your paws, doggie,” she yelled snapping her whip twice across each of Minsue’s ass cheeks. Minsue quickly dropped to all fours and barked.
+“And that was the second task,” Harry mentioned. “And well played. Minsue is maintaining form very well.”
+Colleen walked to the other end of the mat and filled up a dog bowl with a choice can of dog food and walked back to the waiting Minsue. “All right my little bird-dog,” she ordered. “I’ve got some nice food for you, but I am tired of walking. I want you to carry me over to the food. No-don’t get up; stay on all fours. I’ll take a nice seat and I’d better not fall on the way or else you’ll be a sore doggie.”
+Colleen sat demurely making sure she was comfortable on the small of Minsue’s back. She then stretched her legs out and made sure the balance was right. Once she was ready she slapped Minsue on the ass to tell her it was time to go.
+Minsue moved carefully. The vibrator and the dildo kept sliding around with each step of the hips and the effect this was having on her already taxed bladder was uncomfortable to say the least. Still with awkward lurching steps, she crawled across the large mat. She paused to stop every couple of yards in order to get control of her bodily functions as well as too make sure Colleen was still well positioned on top of her. Every time she did this, Colleen slapped her hard across the ass cheeks to get her to continue moving. It took about four full minutes, but she made it sweating and a bit too turned on.
+Colleen let her feet fall to the floor and stood up. “Good little Minsue. Now, you get your treat. Yummy food all for you.”
+Minsue looked at it and disgust lingered on the back of her throat and cautiously she took a bite of the rancid concoction. “No, no, no,” Colleen lamented, “You should be munching all the way in there.” With that Colleen grabbed Minsue’s head and shoved it into the dog food bowl and swirled her around until she could hear the audible slurps and chews of a dog.
+After a bit, Colleen yanked on her hair. Minsue came up with a face covered in the dog food, soiled to be technical. “Good,” Colleen said. “Now lick the bowl all the way clean.”
+With that she shoved Minsue back into the bowl and she licked along it shining it with her tongue. She even scraped most of the dog food off her face and ate that as well. Her stomach rumbled in displeasure, which threatened to force her to a piss out, but she remained strong.
+“And an amazing style to the third and fourth tasks. Walking like that under water bondage is one of the hardest actions and well nothing spells embarrassment and pure submission like being forced to eat dog food. Colleen has been making some very good choices as far as events so far and Minsue seems to be taking to them like a woman possessed,” Harry stated as he watched and tried not to think about the increasing moans and noises behind him.
+Meanwhile, back on the mat, Colleen was inspecting Minsue as she finished her bowl. “Good girl,” she said patting Minsue’s head. “Ooh, your face is a right dirty mess and I bet you’re thirsty too. Well, since Mistress Colleen is a nice lady, I’ll help you with both problems.”
+With that she spread her legs near Minsue and spread her labia with her fingers. Her face bunched up in concentration as a golden trickle began to flow over Minsue’s face. “All right, that’s enough cleaning. Now it’s time to quench your thirst.”
+Minsue’s mouth, which until now had been clamped shut in disgust opened as wide as it could. Colleen took careful aim and the golden arc began to flow to the back of he throat. Minsue couldn’t help but swallow some, but most of it she let fill her mouth and then pushed out onto her face and down her chest. The golden trickles shone on her body under the Dungeon lights.
+Colleen stopped her pissing for a moment. “Now swallow,” she said authoritatively. Minsue, with full mouth, closed quietly and took a big gulp of the salty urine. Her face involuntarily grimaced at the taste but she made no action to spit it out. “Good girl,” Colleen said letting a final stream go into Minsue’s hair, dampening it and cleaning off the last few bits of dog food that still lingered.
+“Minsue seems to be handling these derogatory tortures like a pro. I don’t want to even imagine what that Gosling has been doing to her in training to make her accept both the dog food and golden shower as normal.”
+“Now, I believe it’s time to take my good little bitch for a walkie,” Colleen said amicably while pulling out her three-point chain leash. She hooked the long end to Minsue’s clit ring and clipped the other two to her nipple rings. She then gave a light tug on the end of the leash and watched as Minsue jumped forward.
+Taking a stance of a professional dog walker, she began to slowly move around the perimeter of the mat, taking care to tug on the chain when Minsue fell behind. Minsue crawled quite quickly behind on all fours as the vibrator and dildo rubbed around turning her more and more on. Minsue gritted her teeth and tried to keep the jolts of pain from the tugs on the chain from forcing an involuntary urine release.
+This continued for a few minutes as Minsue moved without ceasing and gritting her teeth tighter and tighter. Finally, having completed a full circuit, she was brought to a full stop. Minsue’s knees buckled for a second and she began to spread out on the mat, but she steadied herself and looked defiantly up at Colleen as if urging her to bring out the final task and be done with it.
+Colleen smiled and walked over to the opposite corner of the mats and rolled out a large iron ball with a chain attached to it. She then walked back over to Minsue and undid the leash from all her rings. “Now we will play a game, Minsue. I want you to fetch that ball and then I want you to clip it to yourself down there and then bring it back. And since you’ve been such a good doggie, I’ll let you do it standing up.”
+Minsue nodded. She knew well that with the length of the chain, she would be walking painfully bow-legged back to the Mistress. Nevertheless, she walked briskly across the mat, not daring to break into a run with the Big Boy inside of her. She reached the ball without incident though extremely turned on. Behind her there was a trail of drippings that pointed the way to Colleen.
+With great care she grabbed the end of the chain on the iron ball and clipped it to her clit ring. She began to walk bow-legged back to Colleen. She moved slowly, waiting for the moment that the chain would begin to painfully pull.
+She felt the pain shooting up through her and for a second she felt she would piss herself and be disqualified, but the pain too quickly passed out of threshold and she couldn’t feel it. She knew inside that this meant that she would be in dire straits tomorrow, but as long as she could hold out right now, what did that matter?
+She tugged the iron ball along. It wasn’t all that heavy in actuality, as too much weight would only serve to rip the ring off that delicate area. As it stood though, it held enough weight to be significantly uncomfortable. Even Minsue, who had been thoroughly trained to convert pain into pleasure, was unable to fully transform the emotion. Still it was serving to get her very hot. She began to lurch, feeling her bladder get even tighter from the pure force of keeping it in. She gritted her teeth and concentrated on Colleen and pushed forward step by delightfully agonizing step.
+As she slowly marched across the mat, dragging the ball behind her, the audience began to gently fuck to her steps. Even Tom began to slow his movement to them. It was like a magical force that swept through everyone. Through it, the strokes punctuated the silent moments between. All eyes were transfixed on Minsue and whether or not she’d be able to make it to Colleen before the pain became too much for her involuntary responses to handle.
+Mouths became dry as Minsue came closer. 10 feet. Then slowly 8. With a slight stumble 6. With a determined grunt 4. With her teeth grinding like saw blades 2. And with a cry of orgasm and urine she arrived at Colleen. Everyone held still. Had she made it?
+Colleen raised her hand. The landing had been stuck. The pissing had occurred after the event and thus was not a piss out and in fact counted towards the stuck landing. Minsue smiled wide and toppled forward happily. Colleen quickly unclipped the ball and waited for Minsue to fully relieve herself on the special mats. After she was done, Colleen gently lifted her up and took her to a dry section of mat and began to earnestly and tenderly minister to her abused cunt and clit. She drank down the mix of cum and piss and did so with surprising relish. She was a bit more of a kinky girl than she let on.
+Behind Harry, Dick came in Tom’s mouth. Harry didn’t notice, his eyes still transfixed on Minsue. “Simply incredible,” he muttered. “Simply a mythic end to these games. If there ever was a performance that could earn a perfect 10 from this panel of judges, it was this one.”
+“Really,” Tom asked sitting back in his chair and delicately cleaning his face with his sleeve. “Well, we’ll have to see if that’s the case. It looks like the gimp is already ready with the scores. The judges certainly didn’t take long to deliberate no matter what their scores are.”
+“From oggbashan perfect 10. From Carl East perfect 10. From raphy perfect 10. From Liar perfect 10. From cantdog perfect 10.” There was a big pause. “And from Lucifer_Carroll a perfect 10. Total Rings score: perfect 10. Total score for Tatelou 9.61, first place.”
+The roar was deafening. Minsue, in Colleen’s arms, began to weep with joy and on the sidelines, the Gosling put down his cigar and nodded in approval. The judges appeared to even be smiling along and on the end Lucifer_Carroll flashed a quick thumb’s up in Minsue’s direction. All that was missing was the confetti to punctuate. Minsue had done it. She had gotten the events only perfect 10 and that had given her the gold medal.
+The gimp continued. “And here is the final ranking. Gold medal winner: Minsue with a total score of 9.61. Silver Medal goes to vella_ms with a total score of 9.60. The Bronze goes to Tatelou with a total score of 9.55. Fourth place is Black Tulip with a total score of 9.54. Fifth place goes to lucky-E-leven with a total score of 9.19. Congratulations to all of our bondage gymnasts. We will begin the medal ceremony in just one second.
+The jovial atmosphere was intensified. Among the faces of the three medal winners a sense of joy and accomplishment began to take permanent residence. There was a knowledge that these particular bits of medal were earned. Earned with sweat and pain and cum and tears.
+“Looks like she did it,” Tom said naturally. “Quite impressive.”
+“Impressive doesn’t even begin to cover it. What she went through and how she went through it is simply unbelievable. Minsue earned this gold medal out of sheer focus and determination. I for one am ecstatic to see that her poor Balance Beam performance didn’t screw her over.”
+“Yes, and hers was only one of a many great performances,” Tom said surprisingly humanly. “It looks like they’re beginning the medal ceremony already so let’s turn our attention over there.”
+The medal platform was bright under heavy candlelight and featured two giant American flags next to one British one. Minsue was sort of leaning on the top spot, her energy completely drained on the final event. vella waved to the crowd, her cunt dripping in self-conscious celebration. And Tatelou stood straight and beamed blowing a few kisses to the crowd while the Jimi Hendrix version of the “Star Spangled Banner” blasted overhead. The crowd was eating it up and many of them were racing to their last orgasms of the night. The rest were just cheering and whistling and shouting out rude requests. It was a magic moment.
+“And I believe that ends these games. And may I just say what a privilege it has been to work with both of you men,” Tom said happily turning aside his microphone. He reached into his bag and brought out a stack of folders. “Here’s all the stuff that I personally have on you, but the OC has a bit more so you may want to start preparing for the commentating job in 2008.” He smiled and handed it over. He walked over and threw the quasi-unconscious Dick Gently over his shoulder smiling. “Now, me and the drug queen here are going to spend some quality time at the nearest motel. God I love these Games.”
+Harry watched the figure of Tom depart. He was happy in a way. His task was over and he’d got back most of the blackmail material. However, at the same time he knew that the OC still owned his soul and would exploit it to the best of their abilities. He sighed pitifully.
+“Hey Harry,” a voice rang out over the desk. It was raphy, decked out in his open cowboy vest and coolness. “Colly is having a little after hours celebration with the contestants and wants me to work the camera. So we’ll meet up for drinks tomorrow afternoon and tomorrow evening I’ll show you a copy of the tape, all right man?”
+“What,” Harry asked absent-mindedly. “Oh, yes. Sounds good. Will Colly be joining us?”
+“If she’s not all worn out, I expect so.”
+“Awesome, well I’ll see you later.”
+The dungeon was slowly emptying. All the contestants were slowly trailing Colleen out the door and the audience was peeling out the doors in groups ranging from 2 to 12. Over in the judge’s area, there was a confident shuffle away and Harry noticed among them quite a few tented pants. Carl East was talking to Black Tulip to try and talk her out of the celebration with Colleen and was shot down, though he did receive a piece of paper that brightened his spirits somewhat. Then Harry noticed that one of the judges wasn’t leaving and was in fact staring right at him.  
+“Hello Harry,” Lucifer_Carroll spoke as he floated gently over to him. “You look a bit down for someone who’s just seen one of the better Bondage Gymnastics.”
+“Yeah, the OC still has my soul. I was hoping I’d be free after this gig but I’m not.”
+“Hmmm, well then perhaps I could have a word with them. Let them know that there are other fish in the sea with more intriguing blackmail potential,” he said thoughtfully, rubbing his pointed goatee.
+“You’d do that,” Harry exclaimed in genuine excitement before reason flashed back over his face. “What’ll it cost me?”
+“Oh, nothing. I don’t need anything from you. Besides raphy agreed to do some… errands for me that will be worth both of your freedoms. However, I would also not say no to a celebratory drink at the local waterhole, especially if that drink happens to be coffee.”
+“Um, sure, no problem,” Harry said with amazement. Things were looking up. “Let me just do one thing.” He turned over to the microphone, which was still on. “And that raps it up here at the Literotica Dungeon. Stay tuned viewers for right after a few thousand commercial messages stretching for what will seem like days we’ll have Exhibition Football with your tired hosts Colleen Thomas and raphy. Good night everybody.”"
+143,The Literotica Olympics Day 14,Rumple Foreskin,Chain Stories,2004-07-24,2004-07-24,2022-01-08 03:54:54,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-literotica-olympics-day-14,Literoitca Olympic exhibition of USA-style football.,"['Fee', 'Game', 'Olympic', 'Ray', 'Running Back']",4.48,"**EXHIBITION CONTEST: USA-STYLE FOOTBALL**
+ _note: Since the inception of the modern Olympics, a number of new sports have been added such as Judo, Baseball, and something called Rhythmic Dancing. However, many others, including American-style Football and the grand old Scottish sport of Caber Tossing are still excluded._
+During the Olympics some of these sports are granted the right to participate on an exhibition bases prior to their possible inclusion in future games. Imagine the excitement in the broadcast booth prior to the first-ever Olympic exhibition game of American-style football. The mind boggles. RF
+\--
+""Hello to all you sports fans who've just finished enjoying Lucifer Carroll's unique perspective on the Literotica version of Olympic gymnastics. This is Ray Fee speaking to you from high atop famed Wombley Memorial Stadium located in the lower reaches of Upper Sandusky. This hallowed old structure is the setting for the first ever Olympic exhibition American-style football game.
+""Today's historic contest features two very special teams. The always tough, always competitive, always all-female fighting Hedgehogs from the South Hampshire Institute of Technology, lead by head coach, Lucky E. Leven, are a fan favorite in England.
+""Today they'll be pitted against some tough competition from the USA in the form of coach Remec ""Gimme"" Moore and his more-or-less all-male Jackalopes from that fabled dust bowl powerhouse, Southern Oklahoma Baptist.
+""Both teams come into the game with impressive pre-Olympic records. South Hampshire was 3-2-1 against a tough schedule of senior citizen centers and rehabilitation facilities while Southern Oklahoma went 4-2 against the point spread.
+""To provide you with insightful analysis of this eagerly anticipated game, let me bring in our color commentator, the first female athlete to be named all- team wide receiver at Lottasex High School, Colly Thomas.""
+""Thank you Ray Fee, and hello sports fans. This should be a real battle between teams with contrasting styles. The Jackalopes of Southern Oklahoma Baptist feature a ball control offense built around the talents of 5' 7"" 145 pound
+Cedrick 'Say What?' Belegon.
+""Operating out of offensive coordinator Dirty Lover's famed Broken-Bone formation, Belegon has racked up over 567 yards in four seasons with the Jackalopes. 'Say What?' might have racked up even higher stats if he hadn't been wracked up by a series of crippling injuries while running up the middle in his first three seasons.
+""This year he started improvising and running a lot more end sweeps. Unfortunately, he's had a tendency to sweep so far wide he goes out of bounds on about every carry.
+""While the Jackalopes run, the Hedgehog's fly. When it comes to making passes, their quarterback, Crimson Maiden, is one of the best. This season she passed for over 1200 yards. Unfortunately, about half of them came on interception returns. But when Crim's hot, she's hot.
+""Everybody's talking about her favorite target, split end Lauren, ""Stone Hands"" Hynde. Although Hynde's not blessed with blazing speed, she makes up for it by keeping her backfield in motion and running erratic, broken pass routes which leave defenders bewildered and out of position.""
+""That's great, Colly Thomas. It sounds like this game's got all the makings for a great offensive shoot-out.""
+""You could be right, Ray Fee. But both teams have defensive units which could play significant roles in the game's outcome. The S.O.B. Jackalopes have one of the biggest defensive lines I've ever seen. Anchored by 5'10"" 353 pound nose tackle Edward, ""The Blob"" Teach, and with wily veterans like Pop, he's number 54, the great Ogg Bashan plus the famous brother tandem of Lewd and Licentious, the Jackalopes' defensive linemen are simply awesome. But despite that incredible size, they're unusually slow.
+""That combination should make it hard for the feisty but undersized S.H.I.T. offensive linewomen like Cloudy, Angela, and Jeanne d'Artois to execute any of their favorite entrapments and influence blocks.
+""The Hedgehog defensive unit features some of the wildest linebackers in the business. Svenskaflicka and Tate Lou will lay in wait on the outside and then lay a serious hurt on you. But the leader of the group is 5'2"" 127 pound senior middle linebacker Minsue ""Nasty"" Nasturtium.
+""I tell you Ray Fee, those gals are just plain mean. According to defensive coordinator Honey ""The Heart"" Breaker, they don't rely on any traditional defensive schemes. Instead, they just hang around and clobber anyone who happens to come nearby. And I mean anyone. In their most recent game, they crippled three members of the team's marching band who hung around too long after half-time, plus two game officials and an old lady who'd made a wrong turn while looking for the restroom. If they get their Mo-Jo working today, the Jackalope's elusive running back Cedrick ""Say What"" Belegon may spend a lot of time heading for the sidelines.""
+""Sounds to me, Colly Thomas, like that could also spell trouble for the Jackaolpes' one real aerial threat, pass receiver, Carl ""Spear Catcher"" East.""
+""You're right, Ray Fee. Despite rumors floating around the Olympic village, Hedgehog defenders aren't a bunch of dumb blondes. In fact, some are brunettes. At a press conference yesterday defensive co-captains, Wishful Thinking and ABS TRUSE insisted every Hedgehog defender knew the differences between playing tough defense, pass interference, and aggravated manslaughter. However, neither would answer when asked if they cared about any of those differences.""
+""Speaking of rumors, Colly Thomas, there's one going around that the two teams have a friendly wager going on this game. What can you tell us about it?""
+""You heard right, Ray Fee. Black Tulip, the Hedgehog's fine tight end and offensive co-captain, had an extended one-on-one meeting with fullback, Box Licker, her counterpart on the Jackalopes. After several hours of intense, well, let's just call it, negotiations, they worked out a deal after Box Licker reportedly demonstrated his patented dive play. If the Jackalopes win, they'll get the Hedgehogs as their special attendants the following weekend.""
+""What will the Hedgehogs get if they win, Colly Thomas?""
+""Well, Ray Fee, the word is the Hedghogs will get the Jackalopes asses.""
+""Sounds like a nice friendly wager, Colly Thomas.""
+""Maybe so, Ray Fee. But the Hedgehogs are hinting they may unveil their ultimate weapon in this game by unveiling their boobs. Of course, playing topless will make it a challenge to spot the player's numbers. But so far this year, they're undefeated against all-male teams like the Jackalopes while semi-dressed in that uniform.""
+""That's fascinating, Colly Thomas. You heard it here first, sports fans. But back to today's contest, what's the story with the kicking game?""
+""You know how it is Ray Fee, all kickers are a little strange. Well, with the erratic Mcf Bridge handling the chores for the Jackalopes and wild Damp Panties doing the same for the Hedgehogs, today's kicking game could be really strange.""
+""That's great, Colly Thomas. We'll be right back for the kickoff after this pause for commercials, public service announcements, station breaks, and dead air.""
+""Keep your hands to yourself, Fee, or I'll gouge your eyes out on the air.""
+""Sure, bitch, whatever. Somebody bring me a drink.""
+""Hey, me too. Who picked these two losers, the humane society?""
+""Nah, the IOC exhibition committee. It was an easy choice. No other clubs were willing to pay the bribe the committee demanded for an invitation. By the way, Cedrick Belegon pronounces his first name SEEDrick, not SAIDrick.""
+""Who gives a flying buffalo chip?""
+""You do, Thomas, if you don't want to become the next downrange reporter at the exhibition caber tossing. I heard two more got nailed this morning. Hang loose, we're going back on the air.
+""This is Ray Fee, welcoming you back to Wombley Stadium and the first ever American-style football Olympic exhibition game. I see Liar is leading the game officials out on the field so we're just moment's away from kickoff. Any last second comments before the kickoff, Colly Thomas?""
+""Just this Ray Fee. Fans should pay close attention to my main man, Southern Oklahoma Baptist running back SEEDrick ""Say What"" Belegon. If SEEDrick starts turning up-field before running out of bounds, old SEEDrick could have a real impact on--."""
+144,The Literotica Olympics Day 15,damppanties,Chain Stories,2004-07-26,2004-07-26,2022-01-08 03:54:55,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-literotica-olympics-day-15,Event: Shooting,"['Back Bend', 'Competition Team', 'Decided Continue', 'Events Today', 'Lovely Time', 'Olympics Day', 'Pussy Hit', 'Pussy Position', 'Started Speaking', 'Team Scores']",4.62,"_This story is part of a chain where a lot of talented Literotica Authors have collaborated to form a crazy spoof of the Olympics for our very own Literotica, with contestants who are members of the site._
+For the Athens 2004 Games, the 17 Olympic shooting sport events include ten for men and seven for women across a range of firearms. Shooters contest in four different disciplines five with rifles, one in running target, five with pistols and six events with shotguns. In the Literotica Olympics, we have women targets and shooting men, three events, different rules, different pistols which shoot different 'bullets' and a whole lot of sex. Read on!
+* * * * *
+""Hello and welcome to the Literotica Olympics Day 15. Today we have the shooting events scheduled. I'm your commentator, Virtual Burlesque, also called VB. With me is the veteran commenter ChilledVodka. Veteran because of his frequent, and often cryptic, public comments which he slings on certain stories which he deems worthy of the er… weirdness. There's even some sort of a club around here, of people who want to have a CV PC."" VB turned around and nudged CV in the ribs. ""Say Hi or something,"" she hissed, covering the mike with her hand.
+CV stared back at her. ""Something.""
+""Uh, well, that's CV for you. Now that the introductions are over…""
+""No, they're not,"" CV butted in.
+""Huh?""
+""Haven't introduced you yet. VB is the crazy nymph of the boards, doing a bloody stripping act right there in her AV and…""
+""Mind your language!""
+""…titillating everyone from pops to vella to Abs to Pussy Chaser, Snoopdog…""
+""Let's just say everybody?"" VB interrupted, a strong blush creeping across her cheeks.
+""Hell, yes. Everyone.""
+""Ahem. Thank you. You're not as bad as you're made out to be. I mean… no, I didn't mean it the way it sounded. It's just that… well, let me talk about the shooting events today.""
+VB cleared her throat and continued. ""The event today is divided into three parts. We have teams of three, consisting of a woman and two men. The female is the target and the men shoot at her, aiming at specific parts of her body which fetch them the maximum points. The areas to aim for are the chest and the genital area…""
+""Tits and pussy?"" exclaimed CV.
+VB glared at him. ""Well, yes. You could call it that. Each man has three shots at the woman. Where he has to aim at her…""
+""Tits and pussy.""
+""Yes."" VB covered her mike. ""CV, would you mind referring to them as the chest and genitals?""
+""Coming back to the shooting event. The first event is **_Trap Shooting_** , where the woman is tied up on a board – 'trapped' - and the man has to shoot at her. The next is **_Moving Target_**. This is the one to watch out for because the men have known to be distracted by the ladies moving about, adopting certain poses… well, we'll come to it soon. There are three shots for each of those two events, a total of six. And the last event will be, ' ** _Shoot the Load_** ', which is self-explanatory.""
+""No, it's not.""
+VB squirmed. ""It is,"" she mumbled.
+""I think you should tell them just the same. We're supposed to explain the events."" CV persevered.
+""Ahem. Ok. The men are supposed to… to um, reach orgasm and, err… actually come inside or on the lady. In this last event, the timing is the key. The quicker they shoot their load, the better it is."" She turned to CV. ""Clear now?""
+""Yeah. Will do.""
+""Now CV will tell us about the stuff used for the shooting.""
+""Right. Gladly. We use some kind of stuff inside the pistols, which is… where the hell did I out those prompts? Hey, you seen my papers? Were here somewhere… about this thing I am supposed to explain…""
+""Psst! CV, you're on air.""
+""Yeah, I know, but what the hell do I talk about if I don't have those notes… well, anyway. Nevermind. This liquid inside the squirter pistols is a special kind of chocolate, I could have told you what it is exactly if I had those prompts.""
+""Something about an aphrodisiac,"" VB whispered.
+""Yes. Of course. The chocolate is warm and sweet… and, and, well, like chocolate's supposed to be, I guess. It's a mix of some different blends of cocoa and other weird stuff, God, I miss those notes. And it's also an aphrodisiac, which means it turns you on when eaten. So this chocolate, when squirted from the pistols, smears itself all over the woman. Hey, can't we start it now and they'll see it when it happens?""
+""No CV, we got to tell them so they can follow what's happening.""
+""Damn!""
+""CV, that language!""
+""Oh come on, AV stripper. They can take it. This is the adult Olympics after all. They're here to watch people fucking.""
+VB's gasp interrupted his commentary before he continued.
+""So this shooting event spreads delicious, warm chocolate all over the woman's body, and the men have to lick all of it off before they start on the last event, that's **_Shoot the Load_**.""
+""They need to aim at certain points as there will be less chocolate to lick and they can do it quicker."" VB added.
+""Yes, remember – Tits and pussy.""
+""Well, yes. Thank you. And now let us meet the four teams as they run out on to the ground. Team 1, has the fabulous Lucky-E-leven. This breathtakingly beautiful woman is sure to have an impact on the last event. Her team mates have sworn that her sexy attitude has made them reduce their timing in **_Shoot the Load_** drastically.""
+Lucky walked out on to the ground and the crowd went wild as they saw her attractive curves. Her face lit up in a lovely smile and she took a turn around the stadium, waving to the audience.
+""With her, in Team 1 are the handsome Remec and that very talented cantdog. I'm waiting to see what cantdog does in this competition. He's a dark horse, that one!"" VB continued as Remec and catdog jogged into view behind Lucky.
+CV took up the commentary. ""In Team 2 is the fabulously pretty Swede – Svenskaflicka. Sven is…""
+""Ska!"" VB butted in quickly.
+The girl in question walked into view and looked up at the commentary box, narrowing her eyes for a moment, before directing her attention to the people around her and blowing them a kiss.
+""What did you say?"" CV looked confused.
+""Well, nothing. It's just that it's Svenska, not Sven,"" VB clarified.
+CV shrugged and continued. ""SvenSKA is accompanied by Sub Joe and SeaCat. I've heard that Sub Joe and SeaCat have a new technique which they have been practising with Sven.""
+""Ska!"" VB chimed in.
+""Yes. Ok. SvenSKA."" CV rolled his eyes and shook his head. ""Your turn to introduce Team 3,"" he muttered.
+""Team 3 has the oh-so-sexy CharleyH, I can't believe I said that, but really, she's just something else."" At that moment Charley walked on to the field and there was an instant of complete silence from the audience after which they went wild with the cheering. Charley, looking like she was used to it, gave them a lazy smile.
+""What I wouldn't do to get my hands on her,"" CV mumbled.
+""Uh, yes. That's Charley and with her today in Team 3 are Dranoel and dirtylover. Both of these men are known for their excellent timing in **_Shoot the Load_** and this team in the current favourite, though no one can say what will happen in the actual competition.""
+""Team 4 has the lovely ageless lady of AH – Jeanne_d_artois. I say ageless because no one knows how old or how young she is. The only clue you get is from that photo of hers where she is in a very unusual yoga posture and that's actually no clue at all because she could be anywhere from 25 to 85!""
+Jeanne walked out on the ground, completely naked, and amid catcalls and wolf whistles, threw a haughty look around the stadium and then, as an afterthought, gave a small wave.
+""Team 4 also has Oggbashan, a perfect companion to Jeanne. There's a rumour doing the rounds that Og and Jeanne have hit off on a personal level and there's probably going to be an announcement soon. They have even given an interview that they seem like one body, one soul, even if they are different personalities. That's sure to give them an edge in today's competition. With them today is Rumple Foreskin. Rumple's been around forever – that would mean a lot of experience, wouldn't it?""
+""So those are our four teams for today's Shooting competition, and now let's just start the action! The first event in the Shooting competition is **_Trap Shooting_**.""
+The crowd went into a frenzy as the four women jogged down to the boards on which the first of the three events was to be held. There, they were securely tied down on the vertical boards, their arms spread out on either side of them and their legs spread out too, giving wide access to the 'Tits and Pussy' range.
+""I'm have a stiffy,"" CV announced to no one in particular and the crowd's shouting went up a notch in agreement with his statement. "" ** _Trap Shooting_** has aspects of bondage in it as the girls are tied up, unable to do anything as the men shoot at them with that warm chocolate. I'm sure it feels heavenly, all that gooey warmness flowing down, dripping down their breasts, over stomachs and into their crevices… but the women cannot do anything for the release they desperately want until the **_Shoot the Load_** event.""
+As the officials finished tying up the women, one man from each of the teams was seen taking up the special pistols and getting into their stance.
+""We have Remec from Team 1 shooting at Lucky, Sub Joe from Team 2 shooting at Sven…""
+""…Ska!""
+CV didn't even pause at VB's interruption. ""dirtylover taking up his pistol at the sexy Charley in Team 3 and Rumple doing it to Jeanne in Team 4.""
+""Doing it?!"" VB was shocked.
+CV chuckled and continued. ""The first shot is fired and Team 1, 2 and 3 get a Tit each as Team 4 goes directly for the Pussy. I don't know what Rumple's strategy is, because traditionally, the first two shots are Tits and the last shot is a Pussy to keep the lady from getting too close to an orgasm with all of that warm juice between her thighs… but Team 4 seem to have something different in mind.""
+""The second shot has all of the teams marked for a, um... Tit,"" VB fumbled with the word as she saw CV's hand hovering over his crotch. Determinedly taking her eyes off him, she cleared her throat and continued, ""All of the teams are on the same score with two shots down… and the third shot…""
+""Damn!"" CV leaned over in his chair as the third shot landed on the females. ""Team 1 Remec misses a Pussy and lands up a bit higher than he was supposed to on Lucky, getting his score down a bit. The other Teams emerge with perfect scores and all of the ladies are out of their bonds, dripping with chocolate in the most delicious of places; and is your hand on your breast VB?""
+VB blushed beet red and immediately snatched her hand away as CV gave another rub to the tent in his pants and winked at the embarrassed female. She started speaking to cover her confusion.
+""At the end of this event Team 2, 3 and 4 are at 30 points and Team 1 is trailing with 25 points for missing that Pussy. The next event, **_Moving Target_** is a delight to watch because you see all the lovely women strut their stuff. They're supposed to move in choreographed moves, which fetch them points and the men again shoot at them. This event has nothing to do with time, just technique – how the women move, what time and position the men pick to hit them… this is one place where the team mates have to read each other's minds as they try to get those perfect scores.""
+""And here we have the men taking up their positions. cantdog from Team 1 – I've seen him before and he's good, SeaCat from Team 2 – he is rumoured to have a new technique and all the practise with Sven…""
+""…ska.""
+CV threw a naughty look over at VB. ""…is going to pay off. Team 3 has Dranoel, the man who can do wonders with that pistol and Team 4 has Og with Jeanne, and if they really are the same body and soul as they claim, then this event is going to be a real cakewalk for them.""
+""The girls taking up their positions on the mats on the ground. Lucky, with that lovely supple body has a good chance for the more difficult positions; Svenska, I think the judges are going to be dazzled with those looks before they even get to look at the positions… look at that chocolate running down her… ahem."" VB took a deep breath to steady herself but as soon as she looked at the next contestant, ""Oh My God! Did you look at Charley? She's running her finger over a breast and licking it off with the look in her eyes which…,"" VB trailed off, speechless at the spectacle before her.
+One look at VB, and CV decided to continue as she seemed lost in her own world, one hand disappearing under her skirt.
+""The last contestant is Jeanne. With all that yoga and with the mental oneness she seems to share with OG, I'm going to put my money on Team 4. And there's the whistle and they're off…. Look at that! Team 4 Jeanne has gone into a **Rocking Recliner** at the outset. Does that woman have bones at all? Og waits until she's at the top of her position and shoots, landing a perfect Tit. Absolutely beautiful! Team 1 Lucky's started off with a smooth **Spooner** and is arching into the **Winged Eros** now. That position is so hard to hold but she is holding it and there comes the first shot on her… yes, right on her Tit it is and cantdog has scored with a perfect hit at a lovely time. They'll get a good score for it.""
+VB seemed to wake up from her trance, and caught up with the excitement. ""Meanwhile Team 2 started off with **Ass in the Air** , very tradition, and just look at Svenska's ass! Fabulous piece of… uh… and she now moves into a perfect **Kneeling Pretzel Position**. There's a shot and will you look at that! I've never seen a hit on a **Kneeling Pretzel** before but SeaCat sneaks a Tit hit right from under her folded hand, very very tough but done so smoothly. I guess the practise paid off. Team 3 Charley started off with a bold **Rainbow Arch** and she gets her first Tit hit right in that position… what a view! Woooohoooooooooo!""
+CV stared at VB, who had all of the buttons on her blouse undone, with one hand caressing her breast and the other disappearing into her panties. He couldn't believe that this was the same woman who had been acting like a prude at the beginning of the event, but then all those beautiful ladies and chocolate flowing down their bodies at all those positions… it would make anyone go insane with lust.
+CV cleared his throat and tried to concentrate on the commentary. With one hand firmly around his hard cock, he continued. ""The men are in position for the second shot now and the ladies are changing their postures. There goes Team 3 Charley into a **Butterfly Position** and Dranoel does a perfect Tit. Great position, great shot. That man knows how to use a gun! Oh MY God! I can't believe Team 4 Jeanne, she's done a **Crazy Cowgirl** and is now moving into a **Reversed Doggy Position**. I cannot believe my eyes, that is incredible… Og's just got a Tit hit on the **Reversed Doggy**. This is unprecedented. No one had been able to score a hit on the **Reversed Doggy** before because the arms and legs are so close to the body that it is almost impossible to get a clear Tit or Pussy hit, but Og has done it! They probably have the event in their hands right now and there is one more shot to go.""
+VB continued, ""Team 1 Lucky is going to give them tough competition though because she did a **Back Bend** and got a Pussy hit. Possibly the next most difficult combination to achieve, and the Pussy hit would get them extra points in the **Back Bend**. Team 2 Svenska is in the **Wrap Around Butt- Grab** , holding that position and there comes the Tit hit. Tough position, perfect timing. That does it for the second shots round of the second event, with one more shot remaining I'm wondering what all these ladies can do.""
+CV pumped his hard cock, gazing at the chocolate dripping ladies getting ready on their mats for the final round of the **Moving Target** event. VB was furiously stroking herself as the event started. She fixed her eyes on the action and started speaking.
+""Team 1 Lucky seems to be the smart one. As she has already finished a Pussy hit, now she's doing a **Touching Soles** and it's a piece of cake for cantdog as he shoots a stream of chocolate onto her Tit. Hit and score! Team 3 Charley, Great God! She's doing the **Cross-Legged Hit My G-Spot**! How exactly is Dranoel going to get a Pussy in that position? Okay, she's spreading her legs now and gliding into a… ohhhh My God, I’m cummmmmminnnnnnggggggggg!""
+CV cursed and took up the commentary as VB went into a series of orgasms.
+""Team 3 charley is now in a **Spread-Eagle** , the most elegant position for a Pussy hit and it's very easy for Dranoel to take her Pussy in this position and he doesn't disappoint. Team 2 Sven is…""
+""SKA!"" shouted VB in between the spasms rocking her body.
+""…is in the **Super Ball** position and SeaCat has no trouble picking out her Pussy and it's a great hit. The last team, Jeanne in Team 4 is doing a magnificent **Double Rocket** and is gracefully moving into a, Oh wow! She's doing a **Hoovering on the Floor** as a last position and Og gets a difficult Pussy hit in **Hoovering**! Oh My god! What a way to end this and what a competition this has been!
+""The scores are flashing on the board now, and… yes! Exactly as I thought, Team 4 is in the first position with a perfect score of 30 out of 30! Team 2 is in the second position; they had to be, with SeaCat getting that **Kneeling Pretzel** just right. They are on 28 points. Team 1 scores 28 too, well, that **Back Bend** Pussy hit deserved it, and Team 1 in fourth position, on 25!""
+CV looked over at VB, who was slumped on the table in front of her, totally exhausted from her mind-numbing orgasm and wondered if she could comment for the final event in the Shooting events. He prodded her. ""Hey VB, are you ok? Can you do the **_Shoot the Load_**?""
+""Huh?"" VB stirred. ""You start. I'll be with you in a moment.""
+CV shook his head and decided to continue. ""And the last event for today, the **_Shoot the Load_**! This is the event we have been waiting for because I'm sure all our horny contestants here have had enough chocolate on them and the men have almost gone crazy with those hard cocks, now is the time for them to achieve orgasm in the shortest time possible and looking at the state they are in, I think it's going to be a close contest. The men are lining up and the start line and the ladies at the finish line. Remember, the men have to run over to the ladies and lick ALL of the chocolate off before cumming.""
+VB seemed to have recovered and chimed in, ""Team 1 has the delicious Remec and cantdog, both of them are so fabulously in shape. Team 2 Sub Joe and Seacat – looks like Sub Joe's going to make fabulous time, he's a great sprinter. Team 3 dirtylover and Dranoel are known for their quick cumtime and with Charley's hot body egging them on… Team 4 Rumple and Og might struggle with the clock but with them already in the lead, even if they finish second or third in this event, they have a definite chance at that gold.""
+The whistle went off and CV leaned forward in his chair, almost lying down on the table in front of him and started off in excitement. ""Yeah VB, you were right. Team 2 Sub Joe, makes lovely time and is at Sven's side…""
+""Ska!""
+""Oh Geez! He's at Svenska's side long before the others and at her Tit, busy licking all the chocolate. Next to reach the finish line is Team 3 dirtylover and he dives right in between Charley's open legs and starts lapping crazily at her Pussy. Oh Man! What a sight!""
+""Team 1 Remec and cantdog reach Lucky at the same time and one is at her Pussy while the other is busy at her Tit. Okay, there's Team 2 SeaCat at the finish line and Team 4 Og and Rumple still have some way to go. Team 3 Dranoel makes it and attaches himself to Charley's Tit… and finally Team 4 Rumple reaches Jeanne and goes at it at her Tit.""  
+CV was up, standing and thrusting his cock in and out of his closed fist. ""I wish I was down there… damn those guys… are having the time of their lives. Team 2 Sub Joe's finished with one Tit and on to the other and Team 4 Og finally reaches Jeanne's open legs and dives down. They still have a chance at that gold. Team 1 Remec switches Tits at the same time as Team 3 Dranoel. It's anybody's game.""
+VB suddenly shot out of her chair. ""Team 1 cantdog stood up and has his cock in his hand which means he's finished licking all the chocolate off Lucky and yes, the judge nearby confirms. That was damn quick!""
+""And now Team 3 dirtlylover is up with his cock in his hand. Wow! These guys are going to come within seconds… oh yes! One look from Charley and dirtylover blows his load on her quivering stomach, that's the first guy who's finished. Awesome! Team 2 SeaCat's up from between Sven's legs…""
+""SKA! SKA! SvenSKA you moron!"" VB shouted in frustration.
+""Yes, and he's now furiously spanking his monkey right there and… look at that! Team 1 cantdog blows and at the same time Team 1 Remec is up! What's happening at Team 4? Og's looking put out and the judge has asked him to hold off… what is going on?""
+VB peered at the spectacle before them. ""Oh no! Og shot his load before he could lick all the chocolate off Jeanne's pussy. What a disaster… but there's still Rumple who's finishing the second Tit now… how is this going to affect their points? Okay There! Team 1 Remec shoots, making it the first team to finish.""
+CV took up, ""Team 2 SeaCat shoots and Sub Joe is busy coaxing his cock into submission… it won't take long, and the same with Team 3 Dranoel. Meanwhile Team 4 Rumple is up and going at it with single-minded devotion."" With that, CV shot his load and fell down heavily in his chair, his legs unable to hold him.
+VB, seeing that CV was in no position to talk, took up the commentary, ""Team 2 Sub Joe shoots and the second team to finish, that's great and Oh! There goes Team 3 Dranoel just seconds later. This is going to be close. Right and the last one to come is Team 4 Rumple. With their points in the first two… they might still be placed third. We'll just have to wait and watch.""
+""And there, points flashing on to the board… Team 1 is at a perfect 40, Team 2 at 38, Team 3 scores a 35 and Team 4 gets a 28. And now the final points, adding up all the three events for today and we have a winner… YES! It's Team 2 – Svenska, Sub Joe and Seacat. The Team who bagged the silver are Team 1 with Lucky, Remec and catdog and the Team which came third in today's Shooting competition is Team 3 – Charley, dirtylover and Dranoel. Team 4 did really well in the first two rounds, but lost out on that last round. I guess Og is too much of a soulmate for Jeanne to hold out for long…""
+As the stadium erupted in delighted shouts, Svenska, SeaCat and Sub Joe hugged each other as on the other end Og, Jeanne and Rumple put up a brave face and congratulated the winners.
+""What an event this was, and here, in the commentary booth, it's VB telling you goodbye…"" VB poked CV in the ribs, ""and CV has not yet recovered from his orgasm. Doesn't look like he will anytime soon. So a goodbye from us and don't forget to come back for Day 16 of the Literotica Olympics for the Marathon.""
+""Good bye,"" CV murmured while staring at a naked Svenska being 'congratulated' by Og.
+* * * * *"
+145,The Literotica Olympics Day 17,oggbashan,Chain Stories,2004-08-02,2004-08-02,2022-01-08 03:54:59,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-literotica-olympics-day-17,Event: Rowing.,"['Australian', 'Big Macs', 'Event', 'Fucking Good', 'Rower', 'Rowing', 'Started Fighting', 'Summer Love', 'Trojan War', 'Walk Water']",4.75,"Event: Rowing
+The rowing competition was nearly cancelled. There was a serious dispute about eligible craft.
+The Greeks started it. Didn’t they start everything first?
+They insisted that as the Olympic Games were to be held in Greece that triremes should be used and ramming should be allowed.
+The Trojans (modern Turkey) objected because the Greeks had too many triremes. After all hadn’t they sent a thousand of them just to reclaim a missing wife? They might have blamed Aphrodite but who didn’t?
+The Trojan War was restaged with flour bombs between Greece and Turkey. The rowers from Cyprus threw flour at both sides and each other. The Irish joined in, fighting anyone. Begorrah! You couldn’t have a decent Donnybrook without the Irish, could you?
+The Romans (modern Italy) insisted on quinqueremes. The Venetians (modern Italy) wanted galleys manned with slaves and armed with cannon. The Italian team started fighting themselves.
+The British were not helpful. They insisted on steam power for their craft because they had invented the steam engine. The Greeks objected because Hero of Alexandria invented steam propulsion. The Egyptians counter claimed that everyone knew that Alexandria was in Egypt.
+The USA claimed they were the first to put steam power on water. The British and US teams started fighting with water cannon. Then they both turned their cannon on the Russians who claimed that Lenin had invented the steam engine. The Chinese smiled inscrutably. They knew that the steam engine had been invented before these barbarian nations existed.
+The Islamic Nations went into a huddle and announced unanimously that a fatwa had been issued stating that rowing and the human race had originated in their holy lands and therefore any competitor must be a true Muslim and if women had to compete, and they couldn’t agree whether women should be allowed or not, they must do so wearing a chador.
+The realisation that the Islamic Nations had actually agreed on anything temporarily halted all fighting in a state of shock. The Israeli rowers blocked the phone lines with their reports to Mossad.
+It didn’t last long. There weren’t many representatives of the Islamic Nations. Deserts don’t encourage excellence in rowing. The Islamic representatives were systematically ducked by the world’s women rowers until they had reached another unanimous agreement to withdraw the fatwa. Their mullah, who had become a mullah on an internet site, would have been debagged if he had been wearing trousers. Instead he was piled in a naked heap of one and sprayed with the water cannon. He withdrew muttering imprecations and calling on Al-wotsit to avenge his wrongs. For that he was arrested by the security forces and forcibly fed go-large Big Macs until he admitted that Al- wotsit was a front for Sad Dam Hussy and that he had concealed WMDs in the trousers he didn’t own. He was politely requested to tear up his ink-jet printed ‘mullah’ certificate and eat it. He was so full of Big Macs that he had some difficulty swallowing the certificate.
+The Pan-African states had been having a tribal war of their own but no one paid them any attention. After their competitors had been reduced to one by genocide he appeared covered in medals and sank without trace after claiming that he could walk on water.
+The Pan-American states were all stuffing themselves with the Big Macs the mullah couldn’t eat. They exercised by dancing Latin American style. The tango was well executed except by Nina from Argentina who just wouldn’t dance.
+The Australians calmed everyone down with their ample supplies of ice-cold tins of beer. The erstwhile mullah was persuaded, after the threat of another ducking, to declare that faithful Muslims could drink Australian beer. It couldn’t be alcoholic because Mohammed didn’t mention it.
+The Australian team coach said “Jeez! We’ll run out of beer. Our beer may be the best in the world but if all the world drinks it there won’t be enough.” He rang the Australian Embassy who instantly recognised the threat to Australian pride and sporting achievement. Six jumbo jets full of beer landed the next day.
+That evening all the rowing competitors met at the Australians’ part of the camp. The lager flowed freely and the singing competition started.
+Gentlemen’s Chorus: We row in the summer We love rugby in the fall We’re so tired it’s no wonder We’re any fucking good at all We’re arse forwards in the water Then we chase an odd-shaped ball
+Ladies’ Chorus: We row in the summer We love hockey in the fall We’re so tired it’s no wonder We’re any fucking good at all We try to catch standing pricks Then we chase men with sticks
+To the tune of ‘Messing about on the river’: I’m a fun-loving boy, and I always enjoy, Just pissing about on the river,
+Watching the stunts of the cunts in the punts, Who’re pissing about on the river.
+Cheering the eights as they finish the course, They loosen their rollocks, and lay on their oars,
+The victorious eight is awarded a plate, For pissing about on the river.
+The girls wait to welcome the crews at the locks, They all love a stroke, now they’re kissing the Cox.
+I row to the bank and have a quick wank, While pissing about on the river.
+The referees, during practice the day before the rowing competition was due to start, declared all the competitors ineligible to compete because of taking illegal stimulants, viz. the Australian beer. After each referee had been given the choice of two cases of Australian beer each or a ducking they withdrew their objections and the competition could proceed.
+During the practice the Australians who were the only competitors to get their craft over the finishing line won the first five events. The other rowers were handicapped by double vision, a pounding head, a hangover and a mouth that felt as if it was filled with kangaroo dung.
+After a crisis meeting of the referees, hangover cures were allowed to all competitors except the Australians who didn’t need them.
+I regret to report that the Australian competitors were harassed. Rowing shells are delicate and expensive. The rowers balance them on their heads as they carry them to the water. The Australian men had their genitals fondled by women from other teams; the Australian women’s genitals were stroked by men. This had no effect until the men started fondling the Australian men; and the women fingered the Australian women. Even so the Australians managed to get their shells safely to the water.
+The Russians tried spiking the Australians’ beer with vodka. That had no effect. The Russians examined their vodka. It had been made in a privatised factory in the suburbs of Moscow. Chemical analysis showed that the vodka was so adulterated with water that adding it to the beer reduced the alcoholic content. The Russians tried again with vodka made in the UK. Although there was a marked increase in alcoholic content it had no effect on the Australian competitors. The Russians drank the vodka spiked beer themselves to check that it was strong. It was. The Russian team was disqualified for being unable to walk to the water without falling in.
+There was an innovation in the coxed fours. In the men’s event the coxes were female and positioned in the bow of the boat, legs spread and pussies on display. The rowers faced the cox and rowed as fast as they could to get towards their cox’s pussy. Even the last four had broken the previous Olympic record. The banks of the course were covered with rowers thrusting deep into their coxes who seemed to be shouting for more thrust.
+In the women’s event the coxes were male. After the celebrations the coxes needed CPR and most of the women were seen using strap-ons on each other until their male colleagues offered their assistance. The men didn’t expect their offer to be accepted so readily, nor that the women would refuse to remove their strap-ons. The men needed emollient ointment on their asses before they could participate in further events.
+A new departure was the mixed-paired sculls and fours. In the double sculls the woman faced the man and spread her legs around the man’s hips. As they rowed he thrust into her and she thrust back. The seat was designed to accommodate two asses and slid beautifully. The first practice sessions had been a disaster. Neither rower had been concentrating on the scull’s direction only on the techniques of thrust and counter thrust. Several of the sculls hit the bank with unfortunate consequences for the man’s erection. The fours were similar to the paired sculls but with two couples.
+It is sad to report that only the sprint mixed events were successful at this Olympics. If the course could be traversed in less than two minutes then this innovation was practical. If the race lasted longer than two minutes the man (or men) had ejaculated and was useless. The 2,000 meter paired sculls took two hours to complete because the women rowers had to wait for the men rowers to recover each time. The 5,000-meter race, an introduction this year, was abandoned because all the male rowers were snoring.
+The premier event in the Rowing schedule is the eights. In the first heat the Russians were eliminated because they couldn’t get out of the water. The US were eliminated because their asses were too wide to fit the seats in their specially widened jumbo shell and despite waving platinum cards they were unable to upgrade to Business Class. The Turks and Greeks didn’t finish because they were still waging the Trojan War urged on by some floozy on the bank who said she was Helen. In a rewrite of history, neither side won because they were portraying the event for a reality TV show and who lived and who died depended on the viewers’ votes. The viewers voted for the best asses, but bribery ensured that no competitor sponsored by a major advertiser was ‘killed’ which meant that no one was. Egypt and China qualified in this heat.
+In the second heat the French and German crews stopped in mid-race to rewrite the rules and to insist that other European crews should do what they said. The other Europeans gave the French and Germans the finger, which upset their rowing stroke allowing the UK, and Australian crews to qualify. The UK shouldn’t have qualified except that they didn’t consider themselves as European and always ignored anything said by the French and Germans.
+The third heat started well but the Islamic nations tried to surround Israel but sank themselves. The four Pan-American nations were suffering from the effects of the Australian beer and couldn’t keep a straight course, eventually sinking themselves and Israel. No crew qualified.
+The final was staged between the four remaining crews. Australia were the clear favourites followed by the UK. Those taking bets considered that Egypt and China has no chance. Both started at 100-1. The bookmakers had it right. China sabotaged its chance by lighting joss sticks in defiance of their rulers. Their shell caught fire and sank. On return to China the crew was shot trying to escape and their families were invoiced with the cost of the single bullet each escapee had needed. The Egyptians wanted to sacrifice a cat to Bubastis but the only available cat objected violently putting the Egyptian crew in hospital. A vet pronounced that the ‘cat’ was a very annoyed lion. The UK and Australian crews were the only eights at the starting line.
+A former England football coach and his tame astrologer had trained the UK team. They had been advised to let the other team get a lead and then catch up because the UK was always better when coming from behind. That might have worked except that the Australians didn’t like the idea of the bloody Pommies heading for their asses and shot off like a wombat with its balls on fire. The UK crew might have recovered some of the widening gap but 4 o’clock struck and they stopped rowing to have tea. The Australians won by 1,500 metres. The UK team won the silver medal. The Egyptians won the bronze because their cox had managed to paddle their empty eight a couple of yards from the start line.
+The Israelis lodged a protest against the Egyptians, the Islamic nations, the Pan-American nations and anyone else they could think of. Their protest was referred to the UN who replied that they would consider the protest when Israel observed some of the outstanding UN resolutions, even one would be nice, please?
+After the eights everyone adjourned to the Australian’s area to finish their lager. They were impeded by drunken kookaburras who would sink their beaks in anyone’s lager and laugh hysterically when disturbed. The competitors signed an accord saying there would be world peace if everyone drunk Australia lager and please did anyone know how to deter kookaburras?
+The accord was vetoed by every UN nation that had a veto and most of those who didn’t. The Australian UN representative held a lager tasting event and the vetoes were withdrawn only to be re-imposed the next day when the hangovers struck.
+The Rowing was declared to have ‘shown the best traditions of the Olympic Spirit’ – who writes that sort of rubbish? They must have been at the Australians’ lager. The evening ended with another ceremonial debagging of the unfortunate ex-mullah."
+146,The Literotica Olympics Day 18,CharleyH,Chain Stories,2004-08-07,2004-08-07,2022-01-08 03:55:01,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-literotica-olympics-day-18,Event: 100 Metre Dash.,"['Burley', 'Colly', 'Formed Circle', 'Head Honey', 'Lauren Ass', 'Lew Cock', 'Olympics Day', 'Pop Cock', 'Smoothed Hand', 'Word Lesbian']",4.29,"_Literotica Olympics: Day 18 is part of a chain story that parodies participating Literotica author persona's and satirises aspects of both writing and the Author's Hangout._
+* * * * *
+11:00 AM
+""The temperature in Athens on Day 18 of The Literotica Olympics is very hot, very humid and very smoggy. In fact, it's downright sweltering, and there isn't anyone who isn't complaining about something,"" the radio announcer, Edward Teach took a short breath from his usual political rant, and then added, ""To quote Bill Clinton . . .""
+Svenskaflicka tossed the blond hair out of her eyes, tightly gripped the pillow beside her, and hurdled it through the air at the radio alarm, sending it crashing from the nightstand. At first it muffled the announcer, but then Edward's deep voice shot through the hotel room again.
+""I was just looking outside the studio, and went to scan Timoleontos Vassos Street,"" he paused and opened up his dictionary wondering if he was using the correct literal meaning of scan, got frustrated with how many meanings there actually were, and began again.
+""Temperatures have been high in Athens, and down on the street, the crowds are literally jammed."" Edward paused again, considering if the word 'jammed' was in fact literal. 'How many meanings could there be?' he wondered, shook his head and resumed his broadcast.
+""It's practically looking like the Feminine Mistake Thread, and in the words of Tucker Carlson, conservative co-host of Crossfire, 'it's a total nightmare and disaster'. So, if you want to get to the Athens Olympic Sport Complex on time to see the 100 metre dash, you'd better damn well leave soon.""
+Svenska rarely listens to words she'd rather ignore because it makes her think too much, so despite the noise of a mob outside, and the advice of the radio announcer, she decided to rely on her good luck to get her to the stadium on time, buried her head under her pillow and fell back to sleep.
+11:02 AM
+The transportation wasn't the only disaster happening on Day 18.
+Pop_54, a bit of an old pervert, and organizer of the day's events, had been up since 4:00 in the morning wrestling with a number of Literotica nightmares that had made his rather permanent hard-on a bit on the sluggish side.
+He rang up his red haired assistant Colleen Thomas, and they called an emergency meeting in room 69 of the hotel.
+Liar, supposedly recuperating from a number of bets he placed during Euro 2004, and recovering from a rather interesting argument with leftover praWns, ducked through the door and waltzed into the room.
+Colly and two event competitors, Virtual Burlesque and Tatelou sat suspiciously doing nothing on a large double bed that served as the Literotica round table, while Pop, a parrot perched on his shoulder and pecking his peppered hair, stood by the window.
+""Lo, Liar,"" Pop said like a husky Pirate.
+""Lo, lying bastard,"" his parrot repeated.
+""Fraid to admit mate, I didn't call you here for a dirty arsed orgy.""
+""No fucking,"" the parrot mimicked.
+Liar glanced out the side of his eye, and looked at the clock, ""You woke me for nothing? I have a competition in a few hours.""
+""Fraid not mate, and it's making my willy very, very soft.""
+Colly stood demurely from the bed, her black dress falling just below her knee. ""I am going to preface this statement by saying that the situation eerily reminds me of one of the absolutely awful horror movies that I borrow from friends, although I can't quite decide which one, just know that this is not the worst of it.""
+""Wishfulthinking, the crazy sweetheart of a slut, was arrested,"" Pop blurted while lighting a cigarette. ""Bloody well caught by those French buggers.""
+""She was apprehended rushing out of a Prada store in Paris with as many shoes as Imelda Marcos bought in her husband's first day of Presidency,"" Colly recounted.
+A look of poetic melancholy flushed through Liar's eye.
+""The horny arsed tart had a hell of a kinky fetish, and while I loved it, it's driven the doll mad,"" Pop jumped in.
+""I am not going to go into details here,"" Colly promised. ""I am just going to say that there isn't another woman to replace her.""
+Liar sullenly fell on the bed between Burley and Lou.
+""Melodramatic poets,"" Burley rolled her eyes.
+""Oh come 'ere, babe,"" Lou rubbed his back.
+""Don't get too cozy there darlin',"" Pop looked at Lou.
+""Burley, I am just going to say, and it has nothing to do with you, but Summer Morning went celibate at 1:06 this morning,"" Colly interrupted.
+""What the fuck, Ms. Colly!"" Burley shot straight up from the bed, her breasts bouncing from her tight, low cut tank, her micro miniskirt clinging to her hips.
+""Calm down darlin'.""
+Pop, Liar and Colly watched her full breasts bounce up and down, up and then settle, while Lou got a full view of her pantiless buttocks, and shaved pussy.
+""Um, Dirty Lover will replace him,"" Pop gulped.
+Burley smiled, slightly satisfied and sat back down on the bed, her mini-skirt rising further up her thighs as she crossed her legs.
+""Lou, love,"" Pop sat compassionately beside her, placing his hand on her knee, and slowly, consolingly sliding it up her thigh. ""Lewdandlicentious.""
+Lou turned her head toward Pop, whose eyes affixed to her erect nipples, which were pressing through her tight, white, English flag t-shirt, ""What about Lew?""
+""His cock is out of commission,"" Colly calmly stated. ""I definitely will NOT go into details here, but it reminds me of this really horrible Japanese eunuch flick that one of my friends lent me.""
+""Bloody hell it is!"" Lou's eyes widened.
+""Fraid so love. The dirty bugger got on with a bunch of cock dead lurkers from the General Board, and got himself into a nasty competition after a few pints in the pub. You know how he is about that mammoth cock of his. God damn GBers dared to see if it could stand up to the Olympic pressure.""
+""Lew's cock is impenetrable!"" Like a chick in shock, she refused to believe it.
+""Well, that may be darlin', but not even Superman's steel could hold up the twenty, ten pound Olympic rings Lew attempted to hold with that mythic cock of his.""
+""I didn't want to say it, but he broke under the pressure. If only he hadn't put that last ring on,"" Colly shook her head, and then sat at the corner table, contemplating.
+""Fuck. Typical English behaviour, always putting himself in dangerous positions. How to throw away a gold,"" Lou ranted. Normally Lou would have been concerned about Lewdandliscentious, but this was a matter of English pride, and she wanted the gold to be hers.
+""So who's my bloody replacement?""
+""There aren't any lads left on your team for this event, love.""
+""So sad, Ms. Lou,"" Burley snickered unsympathetically, licking her ruby lips practically tasting a win on her tongue.
+""I'm not trying to present an opinion here,"" Colly got excited. ""But it does strike me that the Olympics are about diversity, the rings like the rainbow of our international gay flag,"" she suddenly stood proudly at attention, her hand over her loyal heart. ""And we 'are' forgetting the gay factor here. Liar still has Dranoel, McFbridge, Cantdog, and Belegon on his team, and you still have Vella_ms, Lucky-E-leven, Honey 123, and Cloudy on your team. The guys, well, especially Dranoel considers himself a devout hetero, but I know the ladies are all ready, willing and believe me,"" she smiled knowingly, ""very able.""
+""Jesus, Lesbians! I'm up for that,"" Pop's hard-on began to buldge through his trousers. ""Colly darlin', you've got to tell me more, full description, don't scrimp on the detail please.""
+""Is there going to be spanking involved?"" Lou inquired.
+""You make the rules, love.""
+""Mm, indeed! But I'm NOT wearing the dildo,"" she quickly added.
+Liar's masculinity suddenly emerged from his sensitive poetic façade, and he sprung from the bed, towering over everyone in the room. ""Hey, I am 'Nor- dick,' for a reason.""
+""I am going to touch on the fact that you claim to be neutral,"" Colly smiled sweetly. She was hard to refute.
+""Take one for the team, Mr. Liar,"" Burley sarcastically clichéd, confident that her planned burlesque tease would win the impending race.
+""That's right Lad, one poke from a bloke,"" Pop's cock started to throb.
+""Ya, well, which bloke?"" Liar grumbled and then conceded.
+Everyone looked at each other, baffled because no one knew the answer.
+""It's only fair that both you and Lou should be a part of that decision,"" Colly's mind started turning while visions of fellatio and cunninglus danced in her head.
+""I'll have everyone in the garden at the back of the hotel in thirty minutes. Burley, you don't have to be anywhere until the event. Rest up,"" Colly proudly sauntered out of the room. Pop followed her.
+""I think I'm in love,"" he said, and then turned to Lou and Liar. ""See the two of you at half past.""
+12:15 PM
+Enthusiastic and eager to play with Lou, four contenders arrived fifteen minutes early. The air was thick with the venomous talons of female competitiveness, after all Lou was an Alpha female, and each of these ladies wanted the whole pie, not just a simple slice.
+""Lucky,"" Cloudy acknowledged.
+""Cloudy,"" Vella nodded.
+""Vella,"" Honey amicably smiled.
+""Honey,"" Lucky politely stated.
+There was a moment of intense silence as they all scanned each other's tits, ass and pussies, appreciating the beauty of one another, while their eyes seared malevolently for flaws.
+""A new hair colour Cloudy, or is that a wig?"" Lucky cooed.
+""Au natural, kind of like the extra Lays that Honey just gluttoned back,"" Cloudy spit.
+""Did you just call me fat?"" Vella yawned, already tired of the inane conversation.
+""Don't think we don't know what it means when you say that Vella,"" Cloudy elbowed her.
+""Oh, you are a spoiled, jealous brat aren't you Cloudy,"" Honey snapped trying desperately to be mean. ""Always trying to get your way.""
+""Oh, there is no mistaking THAT,"" Lucky laughed and then POW, Cloudy's wrist flicked and her hand slapped across Lucky's mouth.
+Lucky bit into her tongue, which twisted up like a knotted cherry, then she drew her right arm back, and in true Texan style – BIG – she curled her fist, and with all her weight behind her, plunged her arm forward.
+Cloudy ducked and Vella's face got in the way.
+""You whore,"" Vella screeched.
+""You bitch,"" Lucky yelled.
+""You cunt,"" screamed Cloudy.
+""Dear God,"" prayed Honey.
+Like Catwomen pitted against Batwomen, their painted claws extended, hair exploded into a downpour over the garden, stiletto's kicked, heels mangled, palms slapped, fists plunged.
+SMACK! BOOM! BAM! WHAM! SPLAT!
+""Lo darlin's, if you can take that a little to the left, into that muddy garden there, I'd be a much harder man,"" Pop smoothed his hand over the front of his trousers.
+All four women froze in their places. Vella's eye puffed, Lucky's mouth bled, a stiletto heel stuck out of Cloudy's side, and a chunk of Honey's hair was missing.
+""Bloody Hell!"" Lou complained. ""First Lew and now this.""
+""Form a line Ladies,"" like a fascist about to begin an interrogation, Colly unpredictably took charge. With her hands clasped behind her back, she marched back and forth twice in front of the sirens, looking them in the eyes before inspecting their individual status.
+""Say Aww,"" Colly demanded of Lucky.
+""Aww,"" Lucky opened her mouth wide.
+""Swollen, twisted tongue, no good for cunninglus. Step forward three paces Cloudy.""
+The pain of the stiletto slicing into her flesh forced Cloudy's hip to buckle after her first step.
+""No, this won't do for fucking."" Colly moved to Vella, stared at her eye, then formed a circle with her thumb and forefinger. ""Stick your finger in my hole.""
+Vella squinted, and missed the target.
+""Unreliable for anal.""
+""Honey, Honey, Honey,"" Colly walked around Honey's slender, taut frame, and then lifted the long dark hair surrounding the bald spot at the back of her head. Honey flinched.
+""Sensitive?"" Colly raised an eyebrow.
+""A little,"" Honey lifted her hand, but refrained from touching the missing patch of hair.
+""Well, we can work with this if we put it in a ponytail."" Colly stepped directly in front of her, raised her thumb and pulled her mouth open. ""Your tongue is ok,"" she stared into her eyes. ""You can see,"" she patted her ass and smoothed her hand across her hip. ""It appears you'll be able to move for the duration.""
+Colly marched in front of Lucky, Vella and Cloudy. ""I'm not going to touch on the fact that I do not envy your positions. It reminds me of the truly awful horror films my friends are always giving me, but it seems as though you three 'are' the weakest links. Good-bye.""
+All three walked away, bloodied, beaten and defeated as Honey sweetly grinned, and condescendingly waved good-bye.
+""Colly, hon,"" Lou motioned Colly with a flick of her neck.
+""Yes?"" Colly moved closer to Lou and Pop.
+""Honey's a love, but I seem to recall when she first arrived at Lit, well, she had barely seen a porn magazine. Does she know how to use a strap-on? Has she ever been in a lesbian scenario?""
+""Oh, don't worry Lou,"" Colly eyed Honey's golden body. ""I'll teach her everything she needs to know to be in top form for you.""
+12:45 PM
+Not quite as eager, the male contestants arrived fifteen minutes late. The flowers bloomed in the garden, the sweet smell of honeysuckle in the air. McFbridge bent down to smell the tulips, and Pop, looking at his ass, slipped a cigarette from his pack in between his fingers. ""Any of you blokes care for a fag? You might need one,"" he laughed and lit one for himself. ""Ah, never mind lads, strip down. Let's get a good look and see how you measure up.""
+While Lew definitely had the most mythic of Lit cocks, it was a well known fact that all Lit men are more than well endowed, so it was no surprise that not one of them was a razor blade smaller than a foot.
+""Me thinks no one read my bio,"" Dranoel puffed out his chest. ""Me knows, I'm a devout hetero, and me is damn proud of it.""
+""I don't mean to form an opinion Dranoel, but you did take a test prior to this event, and it did confirm that you were indeed 13 percent gay,"" Colly warned.
+""Me knows it proved I was 86 per cent S-T-R-A-I-G-H-T, straight,"" he spelled out.
+Pop laughed, ""Guess you didn't read the fine print, mate.""
+""When you signed up to the Olympics, you gave blanket permission, and quite frankly, this covers a diversity of beds. Besides, everyone says you're an ass man, even you,"" Colly informed him of the obvious facts.
+Dranoel winced, removed his clothes, left his cowboy boots on, and then stepped into the line showcasing himself with the rest of the men.
+Colly paced twice in front of the line, tugged up her silky black dress, and slowly, methodically adjusted her garter. ""Think of it like American Football, homoerotic, but still manly. O.k., enough discussion about straightness,"" Colly dismissed Dranoel and stood with her eyes on McFbridge, otherwise known as Mike. ""I demand to see 'straight' in the air now.""
+Their cocks came to attention.
+""Mike,"" Colly's eyes drifted to his eleven-inch cock. You claim you are into non-consent, so I can see you being a good bottom. However, you flirt with the Ladies of Lit more then the rest of them. Can you forget about minge for at least ten minutes?""
+'Minge,' Mike pondered then questioned. ""The gosling? I didn't realize she was interested,"" his cock grew another two inches, and his mind started racing.
+He was wrongly referring to Minsue who's obsession with Mother Goose had prompted her to make the 'change' from transgoose to full feathered gosling.
+""Not the Gosling, mate,"" Pop lit another cigarette.
+""Minge,"" Mike said again. ""Damn, that's just about the hardest riddle I have ever come across.""
+""Minge, mate,"" Pop snickered, but Mike continued to ponder.
+""Oh forget it, Colly gave up, grabbed his balls, and squeezed with lethal pressure.
+""Hey!"" his voice rose to a pitch that reminded Colly of that truly awful Michael Jackson horror video, or perhaps it was just Jackson himself.
+""O – Key!"" he sang out.
+""Good boy,"" she patted him on the head and moved to Cantdog.
+""53 percent gay,"" she smiled and looked down at his cock, and smoothed her hand over his shaft. ""With a slick, hard fiery pole. Do you prefer to slide down one, or have yours slid onto?""
+""Well,"" he pondered, not really sure if he should take a side. ""I can lift my axe and swing hard, and yet with someone on my ass, I suppose I could spread like a wildfire.""
+Colly nodded at his diplomacy, then stood in front of Belegon, a bit of a brown-noser, and apparently the only man who was more than eager.
+""I'm 33 per cent gay, have dyed my hair, I like ballet, have French kissed a man on a dare, and I visit San Francisco once a year."" He leaned near Colly's ear. ""The ladies like a man with a little gay inside him,"" he winked.
+Suddenly, there was a screaming in the distance. ""You woo! Hey there, wait for me!""
+Everyone turned around as Black Tulip sashayed toward them, her hand raised, fingers twittering in the air and breasts bobbing from her ultra low cut halter.
+""I heard on the news that Wishful was in jail, and while I had to sneak out of work with a good excuse, certainly not that I was coming to the Lit Olympics because I'd definitely get fired, but I figured out a good excuse. Anyhow, I immediately hopped on a plane, and well boys, here I am,"" she stretched out her arms, and bent one knee in a pose similar to the famous pin-up girl, Betty Page.
+A sigh of relief washed across Liar's face, and the horror dissipated from Dranoel's eyes. Dejected, Belegon looked down and sulkingly kicked his foot across the blades of grass. Cantdog wrapped a comforting arm around his shoulder.
+The team was now ready for the gun.
+2:59 PM
+Svenska woke up.
+""Where's that damn clock,"" she muttered, got out of bed and uncovered it from underneath the pillow on the floor.
+Distress tremoured across her rosy Swedish cheeks, ""Oh my God!""
+It was an hour before the event.
+She scurried to shower, but realized she didn't have time. She hurried to find something to wear, but realized she had brought too many clothes from the e-business. She couldn't decide what to wear. Time ticked, and she didn't have any time to think. She didn't have any time to make a decision. She grabbed whatever was in reach, and rushed out the door onto Timoleontos Vassos Street searching frantically through thousands of lurkers for the trolley.
+Wearing rather large 3-inch heels, she heard the rumble of the trolley and tried to run for it. Unfortunately, running and 3-inch heels just didn't compliment Svenska, and she tripped, spinning slowly, as if slumbering in the air until she hit Chilled Vodka who was running from another direction. They crashed to the cement sidewalk with a thud.
+CV was wearing the exact same heels and combination of clothes as Svenska, but there was no time for CV to provide his cutting Joan Rivers-like commentary as the trolley doors opened. They scurried to their feet and made a mad dash for the door.
+Suddenly, the trolley slammed shut and the two of them crushed into the door as the trolley driver, looking strangely like Boxlicker, watched their faces smoosh into the glass.
+In fact it was Box, and he snickered in retaliation for all the years of rudeness he had tolerated on the Lit Boards. He laughed like a maniac and began to slowly, at a snails pace, pull away. He stopped until they caught up, and then teasingly pulled away again.
+CV lost it and like the cryptic comments he makes on the story feedback he screamed, ""Eek, eek, eek!""
+Svenska was a little more direct, her fists pounded on the door as Box stuck out his tongue in a nana kind of way, and drove out of range, ""I'm gonna tell God and he'll have you sent to HELL, BOX!""  
+Svenska and CV looked each other up and down like a couple of Diva's realizing they had worn the exact combination of clothing.
+""A monkey. Slut. Gay muslim priest in drag. Me, me, me. Sven,"" CV dared to say.
+""Stuff it!"" Svenska folded her arms and growled, ""SVEN is a man's name."" She looked him up and down, ""but I guess you wouldn't know the difference, so I won't take it out on you. This time. Nice dress though, I see you got it from my website.""
+A crowd gathered at the stop, a second trolley rolled up, and like a Tokyo subway, a thousand Litsters pushed, and shoved, and crammed their way into the 3 x 6 foot door.
+Destinie21, who was on a shopping spree to fulfill her pregnant wife's insatiable cravings, had only stayed in Athens to find Baklava. She sat in her typical pose, head on the seat and ass in the air near the front of the trolley, trying to read posters of poetry written by JTHSerra, which were plastered above the windows. Suddenly, she overheard two men, Remec, a Jim Morrison look-a-like, and Rumple Foreskin, apparently a porn star, discussing the day's events. She shifted her position and sat up straight, her ear toward them.
+""I heard there'll be lesbians in this event,"" Remec's cock was heating up and he tugged on the crotch of his leather pants.
+Destine's eyes widened.
+""Lesbians?"" Rumple scratched his chin.
+""Yes, Lesbians.""
+""Lesbians have always been good for ratings,"" Remec's eyes peered over his sunglasses.
+""Yes, Lesbians have always been good for that.""
+The word lesbian kept ringing in Destinie's ear. She looked at her watch. 'Hm, if I go to the event, I will still be able to make a later flight to Rome, pick up the tiramisu, fly to France for the crème brulee, get lobster in Cuba and make it home before midnight tomorrow. Of course, the wife will be a little bitchy by that time. Maybe not,' she reconsidered.
+""Lesbians are cool,"" Remec stated.
+""I think you mean Lesbians are hot,"" Rumple corrected.
+""Lesbians can be hot if I'm in the middle.""
+""No worries, Lesbians love a good hard . . .""
+The word lesbian hauntingly taunted her, repeating over and over like a wicked spell.
+""Fuck it. I'll deal with the wife,"" she blurted out, stepped off the trolley with the crowd, paid three hundred Euros for a choice seat from a scalper, and entered the roaring stadium.
+4:05 PM
+""No one will forget 'that' fine karaoke performance by Joseki Ko singing the Literotica theme song, Lady Marmalade. Least of all me,"" Abstruse, cigar in hand, swiveled her chair around to camera three. ""Voulez vous couchez avec moi,"" she purred, flipped her hair and gave a sly wink to TV land before getting back to the event.
+The Literotica crowd was wild and getting hotter as the competitors walked into the stadium to take their mark.
+""Hi, Lauren,"" Abs, who had been stalking the young lady for months, leaned back in her chair and uncrossed her legs.
+""Hi, Abs,"" Lauren Hynde, a young, Portuguese woman with intense blue eyes exchanged as she, and her handsome British team mate Sub Joe led the line into the stadium.
+Abs eyes followed Lauren's ass, and completely preoccupied with all the beautiful bodies entering the field, she ignored the sound of rustled feathers in her ear.
+""Hey Honey,"" Abs ran her fingers seductively across the large, thick Romeo y Julietta between her lips.
+""Hi Abs,"" Honey smiled flirtingly and waved.
+Pluck, cackle, and then snap went the sound of webbed feet pounding against one another just out of sight of the camera. Abs turned around and stared at Minsue, the producer, who was looming over her in the shadows.
+""Ah, Gosling.""
+""Good God, A/J. You're not just here for the coffee, you know. This is live, stop drooling and get to work or I'll snap my whip,"" Minsue threatened.
+""Oh, stop quaking and have a taste of my love cigar,"" Abs formed a circle with her lips, and smoke rings blew in the direction of the Gosling, who was not impressed.
+""Lordy, Lordy,"" escaped from the Gosling's beak. ""I'm going to spank you if you don't watch out.""
+""Bring it on, sister,"" Abs smiled, and spread her thighs wide.
+Minsue rolled her eyes. ""I'll fill your box later, just get to the event.""
+""Oh, promises, promises,"" Abs turned to camera two and began speaking to TV land.
+""We're here in Athens' stadium, at the first, and perhaps only Literotica Olympics, where there are four teams about to behave like filthy whores in the 100 metre dash. This is a quick event, so keep your eyes open, or you might just miss it.""
+Down on the field, Angela 146 plugged in the giant purple vibrator. ""On your mark!"" She shouted.
+""WHOOP!"" Crimson Maiden shook her humungous, red pom poms.
+""Fuck and cum, fuck and cum, fuck and cum!"" Chanted Pussy Chaser.
+Claire Blossom lifted her arms to start a human wave in the stands, but the people surrounding her in the bleachers were European football fans, and gawked at her strange and foreign action. Having foiled her fun, Lucifer Carroll snickered at the success of his devious plan to ruin her. He crossed her name off his list of people to put through hell.
+Abstruse stared into camera two.
+""Lauren and Joe don't seem to be putting themselves into any logical position,"" Abs squinted and began her commentary. ""It looks like Lou was trying to help Honey tighten the belt of her strap on, but look! The crowd is going wild. Lou has ripped it off Honey's body and is twirling it like a lasso over her head. She has thrown it to a mob of her cheering fans and they are fighting for it.
+""Burley has positioned herself in front of Dirty Lover's pole, and Liar has one eye on Black Tulip's pin-up girl pose. Looks like Tulip is already proving that even a teacher can behave like Literotica's slutipriminatta, Tatelou.""
+Abs leaned into the mic and with her tongue drooling, she turned and fixed her eyes on camera three, ""I might just need to change my panties.""
+""Get set!"" Angela raised her right hand to the switch on the giant purple people eater.
+Abs looked around into the audience. ""Pop already has his cock out. Looks like the anticipation is way too much for the old pervert.""
+""GO!"" The vibrator buzzed through the speakers, and the couples were off.
+Abs was speechless. Her jaw dropped staring at Lauren, then at Honey, then at Lou, then at Tulip and then at Burley. Minsue, whose eyes were affixed to the poetic and musical movements of Liar, didn't notice the sudden lack of commentary.
+""So, how do you want to go about this?"" Joe said calmly loosening his bow tie and undoing his Technicolor dream coat.
+""Well, we're here to win, and if my calculations are right, I have the chart handy if you need to see it,"" she turned around so Joe could unzip her black Christian Dior evening gown, and eyed the three couples beside them. ""Honey is kissing Lou at a rate of 1.3 seconds a tongue thrust, and with a total tongue force equal to 30.1 kilos times pi, Lou should cum in about, oh 15 minutes.""
+Joe, otherwise known as Rain man, unzipped her dress and it fell to the Astroturf. ""Hm, I didn't account for the pi, but was considering a calculus factor in determining the speed at which Liar's cock raised, plus XY divided by the speed of light, which equals the amount of blood pumping to his cock.""
+Joe undid his trousers, and pulled his cock out stroking it at a rate of one slide per .7 seconds. ""He will come 13.76666 seconds after Lou, and Dirty Lover is already behind, but if, in 3.2 seconds, Burley stops dancing around him like a drunk and horny chicken, they just might have a chance.""
+Lauren unclasped her lavender Victoria's Secret bra and drew it over her shoulders, then removed her matching panties. ""If you fuck my ass, I will cum on no more than seven minutes.""
+""In. As 'in', if I fuck you 'in' the ass, I'll cum 'in' 7.6321,"" he corrected her.
+Burley glided her tongue along her ruby red lips, the tips of her fingers pinching DirtyLover's nipples as she descended to her knees. She kept her eyes on his wonting expression as his rigid cock slid over her pussy, skimming across her navel, and between her full breasts. She paused, the head of his cock pressing against her chin, then opened her mouth and rolled her tongue around the head of his cock, slipping it between her moist lips, guiding him across her tongue, deeper into her mouth. Her lips closed around his shaft.
+""Ohmygod yeeeesssss, aaaaaiiiiieeeeooo, mmmmmmmm, aaaaooooo, eeeeh, ooooooaaahhhh, oooouuuuuuw"" his eyes shut feeling blood rushing and cum swelling.
+Dirty Lover's hips lunged forward. He grabbed her hair, pulling her mouth closer to his body, the head of his cock dancing against the back of her throat. She moaned.
+Honey's lips pressed against Lou's, and her tongue swirled lustfully into her mouth. Reaching one hand between their bodies, Honey fought the button of Lou's jeans and roughly yanked down her zipper. Wildly, she pushed Lou to the ground, tore her jeans, and ripped her off her panties. It seems she had learned much in an hour with Colly.
+Lou dug her elbows into the grass, her ass raising in the air, nipples searing from her t-shirt, her dark hair falling across her eyes. She turned her head around. Honey knelt behind her, raised her hand and stung her fingers across Lou's ass. Lou smiled. Her eyes sparkled and her body braced as Honey's hand again, again, again, flamed across her swelling flesh.
+Tulips arms weaved like tendrils around Liar's broad Viking shoulders. He lifted her from the ground. Her thighs swung around his strong hips, her stiletto's dug into his legs. Holding her buttocks in one hand, he clutched his raging manhood, slid his princely, bulbous crown across her bud of joy, soaking through her wet lawn, peeling her leaves open and then pressed into the sweltering garden of her wonting love trap. Like a wild cougar, her nails clawed at his back. His cock sunk deeper inside of her, sliding and storming, digging in and out as her breath let out small screams.
+With one knee firmly pressing into the ground, his bare foot near Lauren's face, his stiff cock already painted with Lauren's juices, Joe spread her ass, circling his head around her rippling hole.
+She cried out, her clit swelling as his cock stretched her open. He pulled her long dark hair. Her back arched as he drove his hips forward. Her body swallowed his surging cock, her pussy soaked and dripped down her thigh. She reached her fingers to her pussy, swimming them around her clit, curving them through her lips and diving into her hole.
+Joe's breath scattered, his flesh pounded against Lauren's ass, the moisture of sweat sticking between their bodies as he furiously stormed into her, hammering, pounding, his cock welled and surged.
+Lauren glided her soaked fingers through her pussy, spiraling the tips around her clit, her body shivered winding faster and faster as Joe plunged in and pulled back. His cock throbbed, and she moaned feeling the aching swell of her orgasm charging through her body. Joe gabbed her hips and boiling to cum he thrust harder, deeper.
+""Yes. Yes Einstein!"" she yelled as she came.
+""Take it like Nikolay Ivanovich Lobachevsky,"" he yelled and exploded. His cum dripped through her ass.
+The sounds of moans could be heard all throughout the stadium, but there was an unutterable silence from the control booth.
+""A/J,"" Minsue panted.
+Abs shook herself and in disbelief turned around to camera three. ""Um, sorry, I was mesmerized there for a second. Good god,"" she tried to catch her breath. ""That was, um, hot.""
+""Good, God,"" she said again. ""Good, god, well, it isn't to hard to figure out who won the gold in this race. Good, god,"" her eyes widened and she looked back to the field, trying to catch her breath. ""Good, god,"" was all she could mutter.
+The Gosling poked her beak in front of the camera, ""Stayed tuned for the highlights of the days events right after this commercial brought to you by our sponsor, 'Starfucks', where a latte offers more than a frothy mouthful."
+147,The Literotica Olympics Day 23,Liar,Chain Stories,2004-08-27,2004-08-27,2022-01-08 03:55:02,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-literotica-olympics-day-23,Event: Judo.,"['Door Pressed', 'Hair Sweaty', 'Honey Chest', 'Honey Face', 'Honey Knew', 'Shoes Hand', 'Snoopdog', 'Snoopy', 'Strained Voice', 'Sweaty Mess']",4.65,"**Event: Judo**
+The sound coming from the other side of the door was unmistakable. Snoopy smiled in recognition of creaking floorboards, hushed giggles, moans and the strained voice of Dirtylover, the one man coaching/training/sparring staff behind the unexpected success of Honey in the Lit-Olympics judo tournament.
+SnoopDog knew he had to keep quiet on his side out in the corridor. Snoop was a man on a mission, and men on missions have a tendency to take themselves very seriously. Especially since the women who assigns missions to men on missions tend to be very effective at getting them to do...well...just about anything to please their whims. And like obedient little puppies groveling for a treat, men roll over. SnoopDog, body of a man, soul of a beagle, had a tendency to roll over puppy-style at the drop of a hat. He didn't mind though, it usually got him what he wanted; an affectionate scratch behind the ear in that place that made his toes curl.
+And really, who could ever say no, when a divine goddess like Destinie, reigning world champion, amazon beauty, Stairmaster extraordinaire, demanded a favor.
+That's why he was there, sneaking around outside the unisex locker room in the training hall that were at the disposal of this year's Olympic martial arts contestants. To do a little investigating, and see what hidden aces Honey, the slender pale beauty challenger, would have up her sleeves for the all American final between the two of them.
+The Literotica flavor of the traditional Judo was a game of sexual inventiveness, devious tactics and erotic boldness. Not only was your task to take your opponent down, but also to go down on them. Both Honey and Destinie had had an impressive hot streak of victories so far, and Destinie figured that safe was better than sorry. So she sent Snoopy sniffing around.
+At least, snooping was Snoopy's first mission. Part one, plan A, the prime objective. He pressed his ear against the door to try to find out what was going on inside.
+""You...need...too... mff...yes... work.... a bit on your... ohmygodthatfeelsgreat... foot work, you know that, right?"" a male voice panted from within the hotel room, followed by a muffled reply in a melodic female timbre.
+""What did you say?"" Dirtylover groaned, again to be greeted with the same gagged response.
+""I'm sorry, I can't understand what you're..."" he began again, but was interrupted by a popping sound. This time the woman's voice was clear and articulate. But smooth and sweet as...well...honey.
+""Lover, please. I can't do this and answer your questions at the same time,"" she cooed.
+""Hey, I didn't ask for you to yank down my shitabakis and dive in, Honey. Not that I mind at all, but just for the record.""
+""Well, you said you wanted to see how good I was on my feet.""
+""Those are your knees,"" he said with a strained voice.
+""Tomato, tomatoe..."" Honey giggled in return.
+""...and that's your hand around my...""
+""Shut up and let me continue, lover boy.""
+""Yes, ma'am.""
+The room fell silent, except for a faint slurping sound, and Dirtylover's jagged breathing. From the outside however, Snoopy couldn't be quite sure what he was hearing, so he leaned on the door and pressed his ear closer to see if he could catch anymore of what was happening.
+And well of course, then it happened.
+""Stupidstupidstupid"", he muttered to himself, as he heard a faint click from direction of the lock, and the door swung inwards, taking him with it, unable to stop the inevitable.
+He was greeted by a surprised shout from the trainer on the locker room bench, and an equally surprised muffled grunt from between his legs, where the talented athlete's cute little head was bobbing up and down relentlessly. She didn't stop when Snoopy with an embarrassed smile stumbled into the room, but raised her gaze to look at him and arched a curious eyebrow.
+Between the two of them, the athlete and the trainer seemed to be sharing one judogi, the traditional while judo uniform. Honey was sitting on her knees on the floor, head seated between Dirtylover's thighs. Her jacket was tossed aside, and as per Literotica regulations, she wore nothing else under it. Her trainer on the other hand, had his own jacket on, although untied and open, but his pants were nowhere to be found. The last piece of the uniform, the long black belt that could be tied around the waist was tied all right, but not around anyone's waist. Instead it was pulled tightly around the sitting man's wrists behind his back, and finally secured on a clothes rack pole behind him.
+""Oh...I-I'm sorry..."" Snoopy stuttered. ""Didn't know you were in here.""
+""Don't worry buddy,"" groaned the trainer. ""Just close the door on the way out. You're amazing, baby. Just a little bit more...almost there... almost there...""
+Though reacting with a confused stare at first, Snoopy quickly realised that the last statement was not aimed at him, but was meant for the gorgeous athlete on the floor. He started to back out, but Honey raised her head, plopping the lover part of Dirtylover out of her mouth.
+""Hey, I know you"" she said, while Dirtylover groaned in frustration.
+""What are you doing, Honey? Don't stop now...""
+""You know me?"" SnoopDog asked, turning in the doorway.
+""...I'm so close..."" groaned the tied up man.
+""Yeah, you're Destinie's coach, right?"" Honey asked and stood up facing him. First, Snoopy didn't know where to look. Her breasts, her lovely erect nipples were right there in full view. And then he remembered where he was. It was the Literotica god damn Olympics, walking around topless, and ogling the pretty bits was almost considered prude here. So with his eyes swooping up and down her slender shapely body, he managed to croak out an answer.
+""Um... well, kind of. More like an assistant, I guess. Mrs. Destinie doesn't really allow people to tell her what to do.""
+""...honey, pumpkin, cherry pie could you please get your mouth back on my...""
+Honey's face lightened up in a wide grin. ""But...she listens to you, right?""
+Snoopy smiled dryly. ""When she's in the mood. Why?""
+""...pleeease...""
+""Oh, nothing, I just thought it would be nice to meet her before the game. Under...you know...less formal circumstances.""
+The miserably ignored Dirtylover gave up his attempts to try to call Honey's wandering attention to his slowly dying attention, and resorted to a miserable puppy-like whimper. That almost triggered an ounce of empathy from SnoopDog, but only almost. At least he was getting some, unlike a certain beagle boy. All around him, people were getting boned, balled and blown like there was no tomorrow, but the position as assistant to Destinie - who wanted nothing from a man other than the occasional foot massage, and who required his more mundane services pretty much 24/7 - didn't really come with such benefits.
+The whimper from the bench continued, and Honey cast an amused look down at the man.
+""Oh, put a sock in it,"" she murmured. ""Or wait, I've got a better idea.""
+She quickly put her thumbs to the elastic waistline of her judogi pants, yanked them down over her waist, and gravity, which seemed to have an equal interest with Snoopy to see those incredibly long, smooth legs exposed, took care of the rest. In only a pair of cream colored, not to mention creamed panties, she stepped out of the collapsed pants and turned her back to the doorway and Snoopy. Both men watched mesmerised as she took hold of the hem of the panties, and then bent forward, tracing her hands on her thighs, down, down, down to knees and further. The panties followed, and as she bent over more and more, Snoopy had to take hold of the doorframe to stand upright (although upright he stood, or at least selected sections of him). Holy mother of Golf, that woman had an ass that would make gods grovel.
+Honey stepped out of her panties, picked them up and rolled them into a soft wet ball. Then she leaned over to Dirtylover, who still just stared. She reached town to his crotch and gave his balls a short flick.
+""Ooowmmmph?"" he said. That was the combined efforts of yelping out in surprise at the assault on the sensitive dangly bits, and Honey, who shoved her panties into her coach's mouth, pulling one piece of skimpy string around his neck, turning her underwear into a small, but effective gag. He gave up a series of grunts, and tried to say something into the panties, but nothing came out that sounded like anything but expressions in the international language of WhatTheFuck.
+Honey turned to Snoopy again, with a devious smile on her lips.
+""And now...SnoopDog, you...dog, it is time for you to close that door.""
+""Yes ma'am,"" Snoopy said, and did.
+""From the INSIDE, you dumbo!"" came Honey's laugh through the door.
+Snoopy quickly opened the door again and stepped into the locker room; he closed it behind him and turned to the naked beauty in the middle of the room, once again with an embarrassed smile on his lips.
+""Sorry, a reflex, I guess, with all the women that Des wants to be alone with, I often get to wait outside.""
+""Oh, you poor thing,"" Honey chided him. ""She doesn't even let you watch?"" This was accompanied by a feline stretch of her back, pushing her assets proudly out into the air. It was obvious that she didn't just want Snoopy to watch, she wanted him to not even blink, in case he'd miss something.
+""S-sometimes. Sometimes not. Depends on her mood,"" he managed to stutter out.
+Honey advanced on him with sultry, swaying steps, purring seductively...
+""Poor little Snoopy. But let me tell you...in here, right now...you can do so much more than just watch.""
+In a few steps she has her body pressed up against his, which in turn was pressed up against the now locked door. She pressed her naked breasts against his chest, groin pressed against groin, and she rubbed a raised thigh into his crotch, directly massaging his bulging erection. Honey let up a soft little giggle and the mischievous gleam in her eyes made Snoopy's knees tremble. She looked down at the poking tent in his pants.
+""Oh my,"" she said, as she casually began to unbutton his shirt. ""It looks like we both struck gold today, wouldn't you say?""
+She continued to open up his shirt, placing tingling little kisses down his chest and torso as she went further down. At the edge of his pants she turned her oral attention upwards again, licking a trail of saliva up to his throat, and further up to his lips, parting them and plunging deep into the startled young man's mouth. All Snoopy could think of through all this was, ""Whoa!"" and shortly after that ""Whoa? Is that all I can come up with?"".. But when that hungry tongue of Honey's decided that it wanted to know the texture and taste of his velum, and her hands simultaneously managed to unbuckle his pants and yank them down to his knees, he finally surrendered to the notion that ""Whoa!"" pretty much summed up what he felt.
+Unfortunately, being full of ""Whoa!"" does something to a guy's perception of reality. They tend to concentrate on that sensation and that sensation alone. So when Honey started to knead his growing organ with one shapely, smooth thigh, and with that escalating Snoopy's ""Whoa!"" into a full blown ""WHOAYEAH!"", he kind of went blind to anything else going on, and completely disregarded the warning signs. This was exactly what Honey had counted on and now she had both her hands free, and had taken a resolute grip around an arm and the side of his shirt.
+As Snoopy came to his senses sailing through the air, the first thing he thought was ""That was dumb; I should have seen this coming. She is a bona fide black-belt Lit-Olympian judo finalist for crying out loud."" The second thing he thought was. ""I wonder what kind of floor there is in this room. Please let it not be marble. Landing on marble is a bitch."" He was after all quite apt in the sport himself, and sparring with Destinie made anyone an expert in landing after being thrown through the air. ""Oh well,"" he finally thought. ""I will find out soon enou...OUCH DAMN! Yep, that was marble all right.""
+He was flung to the floor square on his back, right in front of the feet of the incapacitated Dirtylover. He barely managed to pull his head up from being knocked out cold on the hard surface, and aching pain from the impact flared in his body. When it died down, he opened his eyes to see Honey straddled over his hips, her sweet wet pussy right above the tip of his cock, and already descending down on it. With a deep, happy sigh, she sank down to the hilt, devouring his rod in that wonderfully warm hole, before Snoopy had even managed to regain the breath she had just knocked out of him.
+Dirtylover said something muffled into the panty-ball in his mouth. Nobody paid him any attention.
+""Comfy?"" Honey asked in a cheerful tone, looking form one man to the other. Snoopy just groaned in delight, while Dirtylover let out a resigned chuckle. He seemed to finally accept his role in the latest turn of events and seemed to realise that hey, at least there was free 3D, full surround sound hardcore porn in it for him. Honey started to rise and sink down in a moderate pace, riding the young German with her hands teasingly sliding up and down her body.
+""Like what you see?"" she purred.
+""What...nnngh...kind of a quest...ooh...question is that?"" Snoopy panted back. ""You're...absolutely...gorgeous.""
+""Then why are you just lying there like a limp rag doll, instead of grabbing hold of me good and proper?""
+""Just give me a sec...You almost killed me there.""
+""Then what? You like it like this?"" she teased ""Should I serve you gently, Geisha style? Or are you gonna wake up down there, take charge of this, flip me over and give it to me until I have cum leaking out of my nose?""
+Snoop's face split into a wide grin. ""I think..."" he mused. ""I think I'll choose option B.""
+""Doggy style?"" she said with an excited squeal.
+""Need you ask?"" Snoopy laughed.
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+Destinie lay on her back in the middle of the bed of her Olympic Village accommodations, thoughtfully tapping a big, golden dildo against her mouth. An amused smile danced across her lips as she contemplated the symbolic implication of that particular gesture, but other thoughts rapidly pushed it aside.
+Fact of the matter was, the curvaceous Mrs. was feeling a bit antsy. It had gone over an hour now, and SnoopDog was nowhere to be found. A call to his cell phone had found it cheerfully beeping the 'Charlie's Angels' theme in his coat pocket, hanging over the back of a chair in Destinie's room. It wasn't as if her instructions had been unclear, or the task ever difficult. Just figure out where Honey and that trainer of her were hidden away and see what information you could get out of them. But most important of all, let her opponent know that she was welcome over for a private chat between four eyes and two pussys.
+After tomorrow, the winning one of them might risk being swept away on all kinds of celebrations, press attendances, sponsor meetings and god knows what. But Destinie had other plans. She had had her eyes on the upcoming starlet athlete for quite some time.
+She laughed softly to herself where she lay. 'Upcoming Starlet'. Yeah, sure. As if she herself was some kind of old witch waiting to be knocked down from the throne. But that's was the nickname that the media circus had given Honey, and she played her part with great enthusiasm. Flashing sweet smiles and girly giggles at reporters and fans alike, letting them feast on her skimpy, cute cotton outfits and the slender athletic shape barely hidden underneath. It was all probably just a facade, she mused, but Honey radiated a kind of innocent naive vulnerability that set every slightly perverted mind within sight on fire.
+Compared to her, Destinie's classier image looked almost conservative. In another setting than the erotic madness around them, her sexy lace hemmed tops, satin slit skirts and legs that went on seemingly forever would cause whiplash lawsuits from merely turning heads at the speed of light. But she wasn't there to show off. She was there to win, and Erotic Judo was an intricate mind game where the element of surprise was everything. The plan had been only to invite Honey over for a little pre-game coziness. That would had given her a pretty good idea what she was up against.
+Of course, the whole spy game, sneaking-outside-locker-rooms scheme had not been her idea. Oh no, the problem with her dear assistant Snoopy was that he not only was loyal and generally resourceful. No, sometimes he decided to go all enthusiastic and inventive on her. She wistfully wished that he had been a little more beagle-like still; a collar would had kept him - and her - out of trouble on several occasions.
+And now he had gone AWOL. Not for the first time either. God damn puppy.
+Destinie sighed, closed her eyes, and brought up the image of Honey from her memory. There was something irresistible about that long limbed, slender and tender bundle of sweetness, something that brought out the real beast...maybe Destinie wasn't immune to her charms either? Maybe she had an equally dirty old mind as everyone else seemed to have. Because whenever she saw Honey she just wanted to pick her up, strip away all that fluff, tie her spread eagle to a set of sturdy bedposts and ravage her so good that she wouldn't have time to even moan.
+The thought of her opponent bound helpless on her bed, writhing and screaming in pleasure, sent a warm surge of tingling excitement through Destinie's body. She would have to get up and go find her stray companion Snoopy later, and there was no doubt that Honey wouldn't be far away when she did. One way or the other, she'd make her fantasy come true. Destinie knew that she had a way to make things happen. And this was not going to be an exception.
+But for now, the Honey in her head would have to do. She absently slipped a hand inside her purple silk panties, and let the other slide up and down her trim curvaceous body, while she let herself be carried away on the waves of imagination, thinking up more and more explicit and inventive ways to draw screams of passion out of the imaginary tied up Honey.
+""You'll see, you little bunches of Oh's..."" she murmured to nobody in particular. ""They call me 'The Mrs.' But it stands first and foremost for Mistress. Just you wait...""
+\----------------
+Meanwhile, Honey was busy drawing screams of frustration out of the not-so imaginary bound Dirtylover. She had taken hold of his thighs and was clinging on to him now, while Snoopy pounded her pussy from behind like a sex starved ex-con. His meat slid in and out and his loins slapped into her butt over and over, sending her face rocking back and forth in the other end.
+""Yesss,"" she hissed and growled. ""That's it. Do me good, fuck me, you horn dog, fuck me!""
+Her heavy panting breath blew warm air over her trainer's cock and her lips almost, but only almost brushed the knob before retracting again. He tried of course; he jutted his hips up as much as he could to meet his athlete's advancing mouth. But it was never far enough, and always just out of reach. He couldn't really put an effort into it either, because of the painful position his arms were in if he stretched out too far.
+What he didn't realise, while damning his own lack of limberness to hell and damnation, was that Honey knew exactly what she was doing. Even at that moment, when the man behind her brought her to a second orgasm in a little less than fifteen minutes, she didn't lose control over her well calculated teasing of Dirtylover. Her body tensed up and shudder after shudder rippled through her; she dug her fingers into his thighs and clamped her pussy tight around Snoopy's cock still pistoning away. She threw her head back, arched her back and moaned out a series of loud vowels that that tiled roof dutifully echoes back at her.  
+The added pressure on his cock finally made Snoopy lose his strained control, and he went rushing over the edge of climax, howling in ecstasy while pumping spurts of cum into Honey, who eagerly ground her ass back at him. Dirtylover could only watch with total abandon and infernal envy how the two lovers' faces twisted in pleasure to the orgasms that he was not privileged to experience.
+After what seemed like an eternity of sensory explosions, Honey's breath slowed down to normal again, and a few seconds later, she felt Snoopy slide out of her and release his grip on her hips. She sat up on her knees and looked over her shoulder at the young man, who sat on the floor behind her with a happy grin on his face.
+""Thank you, Miss Honey,"" he panted. ""You just made my day. No wait, make that my week.""
+""No, thank you!"" Honey replied. ""That was great.""
+She leaned back into his lap and they let their pulses and blushing faces return to a less obvious state. Dirtylover was still beet red though, and he was now busy slowly pounding his head at the metal pole that held his hands in place behind his neck and back.
+""Stop that, you silly man,"" Honey chided him, only to get a sullen panty filled response in return.
+Then Snoopy suddenly sat up straight. ""Oh, shit! Oh boy. I totally forgot.""
+""Forgot what?""
+""The invitation. You know, didn't you say that you wanted to meet her?""
+""Uh-huh?""
+""See, that's so funny. Because she said exactly the same thing. In fact, that's why I was here. To ask you if you wanted to have lunch with her.""
+Honey was on her feet in little less than the blink of an eye. ""What? She wants to see me? For lunch!?""
+""No, for a tour of her torture chamber."" Snoopy said with a totally straight face. ""Yes, for lunch! That's what I said, wasn't it?""
+""But...it's way past lunchtime now. Why didn't you say something?""
+""Hmm, let's see. You threw me to the ground and decided to play 'hide the bratwurst' with me. That kind of made my mind wander.""
+""Oh...that,"" Honey said with an impish smile.
+Honey had started to towel off the sweat and sex juices from her glistering body, and Snoopy followed her example. They both quickly got dressed, which took Snoopy a hell of a lot more time than Honey, whose complete outfit consisted of a pair of pink hot pants and a t-shirt from ChilledVodka's pre- opening ceremony party, saying ""I got clusterfucked at CV's and all I got was..."". The rows that had said ""...this lousy t-shirt"" had been sacrificed with a few swift scissor moves to give her belly and midriff more public exposure.
+""But don't worry."" Snoopy said. ""She has no plans for the afternoon either. It is I who will get in trouble for not doing my job.""
+Honey walked up to him and buttoned up his shirt the same way that she had unbuttoned it half an hour earlier, by placing small soft kisses all the way up to his neck. She then gave him one more wet kiss on the mouth.
+""But admit it,"" she then murmured into his ear. ""This was worth a little trouble, wouldn't you say?""
+""Oh, most definitely,"" Snoopy said, and they headed for the door. ""Hey, what about him? Your...um...coach there?""
+Honey shrugged. ""He'll live.""
+""But shouldn't you at least...""
+""...I said he'll live."" she snapped and gave Snoopy a meaningful glare.
+The look on Dirtylover's face shouted a clear ""No I fucking won't!"", but Snoopy knew better than to argue with a woman with that kind of tone in her voice.
+""Ok, if you say so,"" he said, and to the chorus of Dirtylover's frustrated, desperate underwear filtered grunting and shouting, they closed the door and hurried down the corridor. As the wordless protests died down with distance, so did Snoopy's guilt about leaving the man in such a sinister predicament. It was nearing the end of the Olympics, and he had probably been dipping his digit in the Honey-jar constantly. Yes SnoopDog, he thought to himself, you truly deserve to have had the roles reversed for once.
+""Don't worry about Dirty,"" Honey said. ""I had planned it this way anyway. It's my little present to him. That you came along and put on that little show of ours was just a bonus that probably got him even hornier, if that is possible. Besides, I needed a good fuck - which you definitely are.""
+""Present?"" he asked. ""That doesn't look like a present I would want.""
+""You'll see,"" she replied smugly before stopping in front of an anonymous looking door and knocked three times. ""Hey ladies!""
+""Thank god!"" came a voice from inside. ""What took you so long?""
+The door swung open, and three women stepped out. One more wantonly underdressed than the other. It was like a porn cliché parade. Snoopy could only stare as a minimal string bikini, a sheer white laced teddy and a leather miniskirt with matching high boots and bra trotted out in full display. Inside of the clothes...or rather generously outside of the clothes that tried desperately to cover the bare minimum, Wishfulthinking, Vella and Jeanne d'Artois gave Snoopy a collective amused smirk.
+""Is this what kept you?"" Wishful, the one in the leather outfit, asked. ""Oh my, I can see why. Where did you keep this pretty one hidden all those days?""
+Honey laughed, ""Hey, I just met him. I would never keep a treat like this away from you, you know that. I share, you share, right?""
+""Always."" Wishful said.
+""So girls, are you ready to make my little coachie's day?""
+""As ready as can be,"" said Jeanne, but pulled uneasy at the wristband of her bikini top. ""I'm still not sure about this outfit... Why can't I just walk this earth like I was created? This is really too modern for me. It's going off anyway before long, right?""
+""Aww, Jeanne,"" Vella purred and looked down at the almost see through material of her teddy. ""C'mon, it's fun. Besides, if you go in the buff, so must we. For good measures, you know. And I'm not sure Dirty would survive that sight.""
+""Yeah, I'm damn well near fainting right now when you're dressed,"" Snoopy murmured.
+Vella giggled sweetly. ""A witty one too, are we? I wonder if he stands up to the good first impression...""
+Honey resolutely pulled him back from the blatantly interested three. ""Oh, he does all right. But not right now, girls. I need him for a while longer.""
+""Ok, but be sure to let him know where to find us,"" Wishful said. ""I want me some of that.""
+Snoop didn't know what to say. If he had had a tail to wag it would be a blur now. So he just flashed the trio a dumb grin and watched their delicious bottoms bounce off down the corridor.
+""So that was the present, huh?"" he finally said.
+""You got that right. Poor Dirty is going to have the afternoon of his life, I think. See, maybe you picked the wrong girl to work for? On my team, everybody wins.""
+""Naah, it's just as well,"" Snoopy said, and the two of them walked on down the corridor. ""There's other things to life than to fuck like a bunny.""
+""There are?"" Honey answered with a totally innocent looking face. Snoopy laughed out loud.
+""Tramp,"" he teased.
+""Eight days a week, boy.""
+A few more turns, two flights of stairs and an elevator ride later, the two of them stood outside yet another door. Honey could feel the anticipation tingle from her toes to the roots of her hair, and a nervous flutter was stirring in her chest. It was silly, she knew. Destinie was just another girl in a long line of opponents, and Honey knew better than to let infatuation take a hold of her, at least not before or during an important match. But here she was, trembling like a school girl in the wrong locker room.
+There was that certain something with Destinie, something that made everyone's knees turn to jelly. Glamour, sheer beauty, confidence and power that knocked you numb just thinking of her, sex appeal like a goddess and erogenous zones that started in the next room. Honey took a few nervous breaths.
+""Well, here we are,"" she said with attempted cheerfulness that did nothing to hide her tremble.
+""You're right about that,"" Snoopy replied.
+""Yes...here...now...we.""
+""Exactly.""
+""Right...""
+""Right.""
+""Yes.""
+Honey took a step towards the door, took hold of the handle and slowly opened the door. As soon as a crack of an inch was open, a loud ""OH DAAAYUM HONEY YEES!"" from the inside made the two in the corridor jump in surprise, and she quickly shut the door again. Honey stared wide eyed in surprise at Snoopy who looked amused, to say the least.
+""Who or what the blazes was that?!"" Honey hissed.
+""I believe that would be Mrs. D, in the throes of...entertaining herself,"" said Snoopy. ""She tends to get a bit, well, vocal.""
+""My god. I've never ever heard her like that in a game.""
+""That's because she always wins.""
+""Oh,"" Honey said. The outburst from inside had somehow eased her intimidation for the always so ice cool reigning champ. She was after all human, and came, bucking, writhing and yelling, just like everybody else. ""Hey, I have an idea...why don't you take the day off, Snoopy?""
+""Why? What did you have in mind?""
+""Oh, just thought it would be easier for Destinie and me to talk shop without an audience.""
+""But...what am I supposed to be doing?"" Snoopy asked, with a puppy eyed frown.
+""Hey, there are three willing, craving and eager wet dreams in my locker room right now, and Dirtylover is going to risk having his dick falling off if he tries to satisfy them all. Believe me, they're all going to be so glad to see you.""
+Snoopy's sad face shone up into a wide, almost mad grin, and he gripped Honey's face and kissed her straight on the lips. ""Thank you, I had almost forgotten about them! You're the best!""
+He darted down the corridor, then hesitated and turned around.
+""Say...Honey. Any chance that you and I might...you know...""
+""...screw each other into another dimension anytime soon again?""
+""...something like that, yes,"" he admitted with a faint, but endearing blush.
+""You can bank on it, beagle boy,"" she said and blew him a kiss.
+Alone at last, Honey knocked on the door to Destinies room, but there was no reply. She banged a little harder, but was still greeted with silence. Carefully, she opened the door slightly and peeked inside. Destinie was lying in all her glory on a big bed in the middle of the room. She was flat on her back, her head to one side, her legs spread slightly and her breasts pointed to the ceiling like two prominent hills in a smooth chocolate landscape. Honey could see her chest heaving peacefully with long, deep breaths.
+She quietly slipped inside, closed the door, turned the key in the keyhole around, and with a wicked little smile on her lips, she tip-toed over to the sleeping superstar. As she stood by the bed, her hands could no longer resist the temptation. She put her fingertips, and then her palms down on Destinie's knee, and let them travel, carefully, as slow as she could, up that well trained thigh.
+And then further up her tummy until her hands slid up and rested on Destinies breasts. The warm, smooth and silky skin under Honey's hands felt like heaven, and Destinies hard nipples were too irresistible for words. Honey's eyes were glued to the woman's breasts, and her mouth was watering. She bent down, her lips drawn there like magnets, like gravity. Her lips closed around the areola, and she tasted Destinies nipple on her hungrily licking tongue.
+The next thing she knew, two strong hands were gripping her wrists, and Destinies leg flew out to the side of the bed to hook and trip her into losing her balance. Taken completely by surprise, Honey had no defence. With her mouth not quite getting the point yet and leaving that nipple with a rather surprised ""pop"", she found herself being thrown onto the bed, straddled, and having her ankles pinned to the mattress above her head. She looked up, straight into the face of Destinie smiling back at her.
+""Lesson number one: If it's too good to be true...be prepared,"" she purred. ""Damn, you're good with your mouth; I almost didn't want to stop you. But as they say, the show must go on.""
+Honey gazed into the beautiful superstar's face with a wild look, her eyes slanting and her mouth becoming wide in a defiant grin. As Destinie grabbed the slim girl's wrists, Honey barely resisted, arching her back slightly so their naked torsos could touch. Honey pretended to whimper as the cold cuffs clicked around her wrists, but her body was speaking an entirely different message, her nipples springing out into fabulous hard, rosy nubs and her pussy beginning to moisten.
+Leaning forward, Destinie rubbed her body against the meekly writhing girl underneath, lowered her gaze to her and stared into Honey's eyes for a second, before plunging down, smothering Honey's breath with her soft but determined lips, and an exploring tongue. The sensation of having two hard nipples and full mound breasts pushing and rubbing directly into her already tingling skin, the tongue expertly assaulting her gums, and the knowledge that Des wasn't the kind of woman to let anyone out of her clutches until they had passed out at least a few times, sent Honey's mind on a journey all of it's own into La-la Land. She threw all caution and self control out the window (Or she would, if she'd had a free arm to throw with, and if Destinie's room had had windows. Oh, come on, you get the point. Right?), arched her back to push her body up against Des, and unleashed a tongue of her own to conduct a surprise raid on her captor's oral home base.
+Destinie moaned in surprise at the sudden sign of sexual offensive, and doubled her own efforts in this rough and raunchy foreplay session. Their tongues slid back and forth, writhed around, danced, darted in and out like insane. For a second she recalled the sight of writhing eels in a fish tank, a scene from her favourite seafood joint. The image had come and faded away in an instant, but it left her bubbling inside. In a second, she burst out laughing straight into the lungs of the startled Honey. Des rolled to the side in a giggle fit from hell, while Honey could do nothing but stare at her in amazement, and a state of intense horniness.
+""What...are you...doing?!"" she demanded.
+""Nothing!"" laughed Destinie before calming herself down and leaned up on an elbow. ""I just had a funny thought, that's all. Never mind."" Her wide, hot smile was back, and she traced a perfect red fingernail down Honey's blushing cheek, her neck and to the hollow of her throat. Then she took the hem of the t-shirt, already showing the bottom of Honey's breasts, and pulled it up above her head. Honey's chest was now completely free and the cool breeze from the roof fan made Honey's nipples take on a life of their own, they went from attentive and sensitive to a rigid salute in a matter of seconds. Destinie gave her an appreciative look, before turning her attention to the small, but oh-so-in-the-way pants.
+2.36 seconds later, the tiny hot pants were making a pretty arch in the air, to land in an ungraceful pile of one in the corner of the room, and the two completely bare women looked into each other's eyes. One with breathless anticipation mixed with just the right amount of fear, the other like a cat observing an incapacitated mouse. Destinie slid a finger down to Honey's crotch, and felt the tell-tale moistness shouting out its ""come take me now"" message to whoever wanted to listen. Honey whimpered a little when the finger expertly nudged itself in between her pussy lips, and slid inside of her. Her walls gripped at the digit and she gasped in pleasure, feeling Destinie slowly pumping it in and out of her.
+""So, did you have fun with SnoopDog?"" Destinie asked out of the blue. ""I knew he wasn't going to keep his hands off you if he got the right opportunity. And you know, you have a certain reputation...""
+""What...nngh...reputation is that?""
+""Opportunities. You give them,"" Destinie said before crouching down over Honey, taking an areola into her mouth, and like a textbook example of maximum nipple stimulation, her teeth bit gently down around the rosy numb, while her tongue stroke back and forth over it.
+The sensations from her breast, and the urgent nerve courier from her pussy met in an ugly collision in an intersection just before the entrance road to the central spine autostrada. The clash and mix-up of signals sent some really strange messages on to Honey's brain, before collecting the right thoughts in the right packages again, and pushes them in the direction of the head. Honey had a momentary confusing craving for suede panties and parsnips, before more logical notions filled her mind again.
+Just before slipping into the glorious delirium of Destinie's ministrations, Honey managed to croak out ""I... think... he's... busy."" And with that, Honey gave in again, lost herself in a horny heaven, and rode that pleasure wave out over the edge of the world...
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+When SnoopDog arrived at Honey's locker room, he didn't waste any time, but stepped right up, and gave the door a resolute kick. The door was properly locked this time, and all it resulted in was that his foot hurt like dammit.
+He staggered back and fell against the wall behind him. The loud, rhythmic grunting that he had heard from maybe twenty steps down the hall suddenly stopped.
+""What was that?"" Dirtylover's now un-pantyfied voice said from inside the room.
+""Oh, never mind that you dolt!"" the voice of Jean d'Artois said. ""You have the attention span of a poodle on absinthe. Girls, please get the door, and mister, you get back to business right away, or I'll have Og proclaim you royally undoable for the rest of your stay.""
+""Can he do that?"" Dirtylover sounded genuinely concerned.
+""He's the King. He can do anything.""
+The lock in the door clicked open, and Wishfulthinking peeked out. She was still wearing her short leather skirt, but was bare from the waist up. When she spotted SnoopDog in his painful heap on the floor, her face shone up in a big smile.
+""Well hey there! If it isn't Honey's cutie. What can I do ya for?""
+""Well, I heard that you were having a bit of...fun in there. And I'm a fun loving woofer. Mind if I come in?""
+""Only if you're prepared to go 'light bulb' on my ass right away,"" Wishful replied with intense eyes mentally peeling off Snoopy's clothes. ""It's still Vella's turn before I get to get me some in there.""
+""Go 'light bulb' on you?""
+""Unpack me, screw me in, turn me on, make me glow and supercharge me until I explode.""
+""Um...yeah...I'll do my best.""
+Snoopy stood up, grimaced in discomfort at his hurting foot, and limped over to the door and the awaiting Australian vixen.
+""Oh, poor baby,"" she chided. ""Come here, let me suck your booboo away,"" Wishful said.
+""Thanks, but I'm not really into...foot...things.""
+""Did I say I was going to suck your toes, perhaps?""
+""...oh...""
+""Exactly, I'll make you forget all about some stupid foot.""
+Mesmerised, Snoopy watched the delicious form in the doorway turn back and with a cat-like swagger underneath the thin leather skirt, she walked back into the room. It was an invite he couldn't have resisted in a million years, and like any canine worth its name, he leaped after her feline graces and chased the laughing beauty all the way into the showers.
+Vella looked wistfully after them, got up and closed the door. She was in no hurry. Neither man was going to go anywhere for hours and when the three of them finally wore the guys out, she was determined to find out just how Jeanne's classy ass tasted.
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+Honey had no idea where she was, who she was, what time it was, which way up was or frankly what 'was' meant. All she knew was the rolling cycle of orgasm after orgasm that rushed over her in a faster and faster pace. A direct link of pure pleasure that was a hot, intensively vibrating 18 carat gold plated smooth phallic rod that filled her pussy up totally in every sense of the way, and a teasing tongue, sucking lips and grazing teeth on her clit sent a broadband stream of screaming sensation straight into her soul. The fingers sliding into her anus, the soaked sweaty skin sliding over her chest and belly, and the faint pain from her involuntary tugging at her bonds added further pleasure peaks to the insanity.  
+Her sight, taste and smell were all filled with the intoxicating universe of a heavenly pussy descended from above. Honey licked and sucked at it as if her life, or worse, her status as a welcome guest in that strange and wonderful dimension, depended on it.
+She remembered moaning, but that seemed like ages ago. She remembered shouting a name, some name, but names had lost all meaning to her now. She remembered screaming from waves of erotic ecstasy and controlled pain, but that was also eons ago, or maybe just an hour? Time had no foothold anymore. She didn't scream anymore. Her throat had decided to save itself the torture, and wouldn't comply. She was an orgasm, a never ending eternal climax at the mercy of some enigmatic divinity on top of her.
+Destinie was perhaps still a little more in the real world, but not by much. Honey ate her pussy with a geist and intensity that made her balance swirl and made her forget to breathe now and again. And the bound slender woman was an absolutely breathtaking subject for Destinies ambitions too, so receptive to stimulation that the dominatrix in Des almost came just by watching Honey squirm. And now, with Honey's tongue trying to reach her ovaries, Destinie had a hard time keeping her otherwise callous cool. She felt another orgasm start to build, one exceeding the countless ones that two hours with Honey had already provided. And when it hit her with full speed, her mouth momentarily went out of control, and she bit down on Honey's clit a little too hard.
+Honey, already approaching another peak, felt the pain shoot up from her clit, and it triggered a massive detonation of lust unlike any other. A supernova of cumming that made her scream out a last long wail, before losing her grip on the world, and slid into the welcoming darkness of unconsciousness.
+When she finally came to it, her arms were uncuffed. She was lying on her side in Destinie's bed. She felt naked skin against her back and the back of her thighs, and two brown arms encircled her pale waist in a soft embrace. She tuned her head to look over her shoulder, and her stirring was rewarded by a kiss on the neck.
+""You sure took your time to come around,"" Destinies warm voice said, her breath tickling the hair on Honey's neck. ""You almost had me worried.""
+""That was...really something,"" Honey said. ""Do you have any idea how fucking incredibly, just plain good you are?""
+Destinie chuckled. ""I practice a lot. And you know...some of those moves come in pretty handy in the matches.""
+""Yeah well, I don't think cuffs and dildos are allowed. You caught me off guard.""
+""Yeah...I know. I must admit that your technique has me a bit worried. I'd say you'll be the best opposition I've ever faced. The finale could go either way.""
+""Well then."" Honey said, and turned around to face the champion. ""Let the best and boldest girl win.""
+""Sounds good to me,"" Destinie said with a sexy, but tired smile. And then, with a new gleam in her eye, ""Hey, I just got an idea. How about if we up the stakes a bit for this final game?""
+""I like the sound of that,"" Honey answered. ""What, more exactly, did you have in mind?""
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+SnoopDog could barely walk. His legs felt like over cooked linguini and he must have left the better part of his balance somewhere on that locker room floor. Damn those incredible, insatiable women! It had been wonderful. The hump-fest of a life-time, but now all Snoopy really wanted was to get to his own room and to see if he still had the right number of fingers and toes, and all internal organs in the right place.
+So now he staggered down the hall. Shirt torn, hair a sweaty mess, shoes in hand, and with a silly, happy smile on his face. Someone was approaching from the other end of the corridor. His bleary sight didn't identify the half dressed individual at first, but then he saw who it was.
+From the direction of Destinie's quarter, Honey came staggering. Shirt torn, hair a sweaty mess, shoes in hand, and with a silly, happy smile on her face. The two met half way, and exchanged a glance, a fatigued wink, a ""Call me"" and a ""Will do"", before stumbling on to different destinations.
+Honey made a mental note to seek up the young German after all of this was over. They could have some fun together. She smiled to herself as she recalled the bet that she and Destinie had agreed on before she collected herself and her limited amount of clothes and went to see if Dirtylover still lived.
+One week. The winner gets it all. The gold medal, the honour, and the loser - at her full disposal for one week. Anything goes. No holds. No regrets. Seven days where only the imagination sets the limits.
+Honey would either have the silk ribbon of a gold medal or the silky thighs of a gold medalist around her neck by this time tomorrow. There was, she concluded, no matter how the final went, no way for her to lose.
+\----
+ _There you have it, folks. Hugs to Honey, Lucky and Lauren for cheering, editing and feedback. :)_"
+148,The Literotica Olympics Day 24,Lauren Hynde,Chain Stories,2004-09-02,2004-09-02,2022-01-08 03:55:04,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-literotica-olympics-day-24,Event: Sailing.,"['Air Tongue', 'Bottom Boat', 'Brushed Fingers', 'Powerless Stop', 'Rebecca Back', 'Rebecca Body', 'Rope Held', 'Shape Ass', 'Sides Body', 'Sun Shines']",4.53,"[The Literotica Olympics](http://www.literotica.com/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=253746)    **Event: Sailing**
+   SHIP'S LOG   Open 49er 
+ #665 - Team Scandinavia 
+ I. M. Liar, _skipper_ ; Nicola BluePen, _crew_
+\- Wed 1 Sep 2004 14:05:00 [Final Regatta]    _Position: 37° 48.189' N 23° 40.031' E; mainsail; 0.2 kt 17º T_
+The air is stilled. It doesn't even feel like real, breathable, air. It burns, a searing breath of fire that comes in silent waves and suffocates us from within, and crawls underneath our skin.
+There are no clouds. The sky, as a kaleidoscope of reflections that paints the void in splashes of pearl, as a celestial window, a glimpse at something more, a towering, terrible beauty, lingers eerily untainted by a single string of white.
+The sun shines down on us with all its strength, relentless, burns through my skin, evaporates my sweat before it forms. It just stays there, hanging in the sky, refusing to move, to tone down the intensity of its torture.
+It slows down time itself.
+Minutes ago - it feels like hours - the last wind flogged our sails, and since then the sea has only grown calmer, the wind going from erratically weak to non existent. The Aegean now resembles a continuous cerulean sheet, evenly spread out in every direction.
+Any headway being made is riding on pure momentum.
+Until the wind returns, we're little more than high tech flotsam. All we can do is wait.
+  
+*
+SHIP'S LOG   Open 49er 
+ #155 - Team Canada 
+ Charley H., _skipper_ ; Rebecca Leah, _crew_
+\- Wed 1 Sep 2004 14:15:00 [Final Regatta]    _Position: 37° 48.188' N 23° 40.030' E_
+We had just entered the shoals when, all of a sudden, I felt my ears popping with the change of pressure. The wind died - just like that - the mainsail deflated, the boat - by design usually completely overpowered and almost uncontrollable – stopped.
+My first reaction - unfair, I don't need anyone telling me - was to look at Rebecca. What the fuck did she do now? Yes, unfair, but she had already cost us some time.
+Before the wind fell, we were slightly off course and well behind the other teams, all because she doesn't have a clue about what she's supposed to do aboard. I doubt she has ever been on a boat before, but does she admit it? Yeah, right.
+I'm starting to wonder - well, not really, but you know - if it was such a great idea to select an American for the team. She's stubborn, opinionated, rebellious, way too young-
+Hm.
+Well, to be honest, I didn't exactly choose her for of her sailing expertise...
+  
+*
+SHIP'S LOG   Open 49er 
+ #245 - Team U.S.A. 
+ Sea Cat, _skipper_ ; Claire Blossom, _crew_
+\- Wed 1 Sep 2004 14:20:00 [Final Regatta]    _Position: 37° 48.191' N 23° 40.032' E_
+I think we're slightly ahead in the race, and damn, it feels good. There's no wind, so our lead doesn't seem likely to increase anytime soon, but on the other hand, I don't see how anyone could catch up with us.
+Everything was going smoothly before the sudden weather change. We managed to keep the wind ahead, reacted fast to any shift, and rounded the first buoy with haste.
+Up 'til now, Claire has been instrumental in our performance. 49ers are such demanding bitches, that without her help I wouldn't have had a chance. I don't think she has that much seafaring experience, but she's a quick learner if I ever saw one, and follows every instruction I give her promptly and without questions.
+She's just so eager.
+  
+*
+SHIP'S LOG   Open 49er 
+ #155 - Team Canada 
+ Charley H., _skipper_ ; Rebecca Leah, _crew_
+\- Wed 1 Sep 2004 14:55:00 [Final Regatta]    _Position: 37° 48.188' N 23° 40.030' E_
+I'm keeping my cool. Not letting it get to me. Showing no emotion. All I need to do is to stare at her and she knows. She can feel my eyes burning through her.
+Rebecca is like a child, prancing around the boat, supple and lithe and sexy and _absolutely oblivious_ to what she's doing! She just can't stand still, and this hull is so unstable without wind that we almost flipped twice already.
+I tell her to furl up the jib, and she stares back at me with those big innocent eyes, like a little girl who knows she has been caught. I tell her to freshen the nip of the port stay, and she just blushes furiously and tangles another two lines together.
+Seriously, I swear half the knots of the rig were made by her tripping over the lines. If she doesn't get her act together quickly, I'm going to have to teach her a thing or two.
+I stare at her, coolly.
+But inside - inside I am grinning.
+  
+*
+SHIP'S LOG   Open 49er 
+ #245 - Team U.S.A. 
+ Sea Cat, _skipper_ ; Claire Blossom, _crew_
+\- Wed 1 Sep 2004 15:25:00 [Final Regatta]    _Position: 37° 48.191' N 23° 40.032' E_
+There's something about Claire. I mean, beyond her bright and breezy ways, her outgoing nature, and her drop dead gorgeous body, there's a raw, sexual energy that I hadn't seen before.
+Maybe energy isn't the right word.
+That eagerness I'd noted before, there's more to it than meets the eye. A very slight but noticeable shift in her, every time I brush past. Her body tenses up, her breath catches in her throat. She always looks straight ahead, as if ready to spring into action at my order. I can tell her heart is racing during those few seconds.
+And after that, the way she looks to and addresses me, "" _Captain_ Cat"", the words rolling from her tongue, unhurried, as if trying to stress the hierarchy. ""Captain Cat, _sir_ "".
+My cock stirred the last time she said that.
+  
+*
+SHIP'S LOG   Open 49er 
+ #665 - Team Scandinavia 
+ I. M. Liar, _skipper_ ; Nicola BluePen, _crew_
+\- Wed 1 Sep 2004 16:00:00 [Final Regatta]    _Position: 37° 48.190' N 23° 40.031' E_
+So turns a tide, the sun shines hard and more, and rays of day leave tender trails on the skin of my battered shell, dried out and bruised. I can't breathe, I can't swallow, my mouth feels dry and thick. I can't move. My whole body aches.
+I don't understand how Nicola can remain so cool and calm. Even being only half Finn, one would expect her to be less than comfortable in this scorching weather, but no.
+She took control of the boat when strengths abandoned me, confident and playful, moving with ease on the platform. After securing all the lines and sails, she even joked about the situation.
+'If there's no wind,' she said, 'I might as well enjoy the sun and the sea.' With that and an histrionic sigh, she turned her back to me and, hugging herself, and pulled her shirt up and over her head, unveiling her violin figure.
+For a second that seemed to stretch beyond all time, her golden tanned skin naked except for the small dark blue bikini bottom. She stood there, backlit by the sun and the sun's thousand shards reflected on the sea surface.
+She twirled, smiling, and handed me her shirt. I couldn't turn my eyes away. With an elegant motion, she disappeared in a swift dive that barely disturbed the surface of the water.
+  
+*
+SHIP'S LOG   Open 49er 
+ #245 - Team U.S.A. 
+ Sea Cat, _skipper_ ; Claire Blossom, _crew_
+\- Wed 1 Sep 2004 16:15:00 [Final Regatta]    _Position: 37° 48.191' N 23° 40.032' E_
+I needed to find out how far she was willing to go with it. I needed to know if she was for real or if I had read the signs all wrong.
+Claire stood at attention, straight backed, at the stern of the boat, chewing her bottom lip as I moved closer, looking into her eyes. I could sense she was instinctively holding her breath, in expectation, not moving a muscle. I stepped behind her. I brushed her hair aside and leaned to her ear.
+""Don't move,"" I said.
+Her reply came at once, in a faltering voice: ""Yes, sir.""
+I smiled with renewed confidence. Almost without touching her, I took her arms and stretched them out to each side, tracing a line along them with my fingertips. Her body felt small and frail, her back snug tight against my chest. The bulge of my erection pressed against her ass.
+Leaving her outstretched arms, my hands moved smoothly down the sides of her body, hugged her waist and the curve of her hip. The muscles of her stomach felt tense beneath her skin as my left hand glided under her shirt and up across her round breasts. She tried to hold back a soft moan when I rolled her nipple between my fingers, and as I squeezed it more forcefully, I used my right hand to undo the top button of her shorts.
+A sudden jolt of energy burst through her body when I slipped my fingers inside her panties, and she fell back onto my chest, gasping for breath. I could feel her heart drumming. I could feel how wet she was as my fingers swam along her lips and dipped into her.
+She brayed her ass back against my cock.
+Moving slow and calculatingly, with one arm wrapped tight around her neck, I pulled my fingers out and brought them, coated with her juices, up to my lips to taste her.
+""You will do as I tell you,"" I stated in a low and flat tone.
+""Yes, sir,"" she whispered.
+With a sudden jerk, I threw her down to the floor, making the whole skiff vibrate. She turned to look up at me, a wild fire burning in her eyes.
+""Get up on your knees,"" I said as I unzipped my pants.
+  
+*
+SHIP'S LOG   Open 49er 
+ #665 - Team Scandinavia 
+ I. M. Liar, _skipper_ ; Nicola BluePen, _crew_
+\- Wed 1 Sep 2004 16:20:00 [Final Regatta]    _Position: 37° 48.190' N 23° 40.031' E_
+Now, under normal circumstances, if I had been given the choice between being _in_ the water and staying on a boat _above_ it, I'd go with the latter. Not that I'm a bad swimmer, or in any way _afraid_ of being surrounded by all that big wet stuff, mind you, but it always sounded a bit hazardous to me.
+I think she's doing it just to taunt me. It's only a game.
+Nicola wanted me to jump in the sea with her before, but she took it as a personal challenge when I said no. I felt shaky, dehydrated, and frankly, I couldn't stop looking at her slender, near naked body as it glided elegantly just under the surface for the clear waters.
+And I swear she read my mind. I swear I saw a smile play over her full lips as she noticed me staring as she swam back to the boat. She raised herself onto the ledge, keeping her legs in the water for a few moments longer, and threw her head back, her long dark hair flying.
+Oh, she knew what she was doing.
+From where I was sitting, her arms framed her full breasts, pushing them together and up, and crystalline beads of water dripped across her skin, and off her dark, erect nipples.
+She never looked at me, but she didn't need to. She knew she had my undivided attention. With a slow, seemingly studied motion, she stood up in front of me and sighed softly. 'The water is exceedingly fine,' she said. 'Exceptionally inviting, extremely hot, and extraordinarily... wet.'
+I nodded, dumbstruck.
+Nicola leaned back against the mast, scanned the horizon, and started to distractingly hum an aria from Don Giovanni. At that exact moment, she seemed to realise something, and broke into a smile again.
+'Vedrai, carino, se sei buonino, che bel rimedio ti voglio dar,' she sang in a coy soprano voice as she walked to the bow and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her minute bikini bottom. She pulled it down her thighs, languidly, and let it drop to her ankles.
+Still humming, she finally turned to look me in the eyes with an air of pliant allure, a virgin whore.
+Before she dove effortlessly back into the water, I saw the inscription tattooed on her right arm. Veni, Canti, Vici. I couldn't argue with that.
+'Are you coming?' she purred.
+Those definitely were _not_ what I would call normal circumstances...
+  
+*
+SHIP'S LOG   Open 49er 
+ #155 - Team Canada 
+ Charley H., _skipper_ ; Rebecca Leah, _crew_
+\- Wed 1 Sep 2004 16:30:00 [Final Regatta]    _Position: 37° 48.188' N 23° 40.030' E_
+The truth is this was something I had been meaning to try for a while. So, when I moved to go past Rebecca to the prow of the boat and she leaned against the mast, I stopped and turned to her, effectively trapping her in place. I said nothing for a moment, just stood and looked into her eyes.
+'Afraid of me?' I asked.
+'Should I be?' she replied in a hesitant but almost defiant tone.
+'Planning to answer all my questions with more questions?'
+'Am I doing that?'
+I had to laugh. She's spunky, I thought as I played a length of deep ruby coloured rope hanging from the mast, twirling and unfurling it with my left hand. I leaned in closer, pressing my breasts to hers.
+'I need you to help me with something,' I said, my lips almost brushing across hers. My voice was at once low and firm, sweet and commanding. My knee pushed between her thighs, and I pressed it against her pussy.
+'Yes?' she gasped at the sudden contact, her breath ragged.
+I could feel the heat of her sex through the fabric of her thin baggy pants. Her eyes closed for a second as she unconsciously started to roll her hips, grinding against my thigh.
+I smiled. Just as I thought the day I selected her for my team, a natural born slut. I pulled my leg back a bit and she slid slightly down the mast, trying not to break our contact. She closed her eyes again and moaned softly when I pressed my leg back between her thighs.
+'Yes,' I said calmly and carefully lifted her yielding arms over her head. 'Don't worry, I won't bite. Much.'
+In a swift motion, I bound her wrists together in a taut coil. Before Rebecca could realise what was happening, I had reached for the overhead rig and hooked one of the strong ropes through the ruby wrist wrap. With a quick tug, she was forced up onto her toes.
+She opened her eyes, suddenly aware of her vulnerable situation as I covered her mouth with my hand and held her body in place with my own.
+'Don't fight it,' I said. 'If the boat flips over, it won't be fun.'
+She nodded slowly, a sense of panic briefly flashing in her eyes. She was straining to keep balanced on her toes, to ease the tension off her wrist restraint.
+I smiled and reached in my pocket for my sailor's knife.
+'For what I have in mind,' I said as I traced the thin straps of her white tank top with the short, cold blade, 'these will have to go.'
+Slowly, I tore her top open all the way from the collar to her waist, and then jerked it off her. Her perky breasts were accentuated by the awkward stance brought by the ropes. She tried to look away, but couldn't stop moving her hips almost imperceptibly, just as she couldn't stop her nipples from hardening when I covered them with my mouth, grazing them with my teeth, biting them.
+She moaned.
+When I pulled open the cord that wrapped around her pants, unbuttoned and unzipped them, and finally peeled them past her swaying hips and down her thighs, I had to step back just to take in the tremendous effect. Against a backdrop made of the most serene sea I had ever seen, the sheer tension the ropes subjected Rebecca's body to was incomparably beautiful.
+I picked another length of rope and caressed her body with it. Along the curve of her neck, her full breasts, down her body, holding back across the moist and puffy lips of her shaved pussy, and finally tugging at her silver clit ring.
+'Now,' I whispered in her ear, 'I'm going to teach you all you will ever need to know about ropes and knots.'
+  
+*
+SHIP'S LOG   Open 49er 
+ #245 - Team U.S.A. 
+ Sea Cat, _skipper_ ; Claire Blossom, _crew_
+\- Wed 1 Sep 2004 16:35:00 [Final Regatta]    _Position: 37° 48.191' N 23° 40.032' E_
+Even as I saw her shifting her position, and felt my cock slide further back into her throat, I still couldn't believe this was happening.
+Claire continued to swallow, the muscles of her throat tightening around my cock rhythmically. My fingers were lost in her hair, holding her as I thrust into her mouth. She gagged, tried to push me away, only to get back to sucking me the second she regained control of her body and took in a large gulp of air.
+Her tongue lashed incessantly, and once again she covered her mouth over my cock's head. She had one hand inside her pants, frantically rubbing her clit, and the sounds and scents of sex were all around us.
+There was a popping sound when she let go to breathe again, and she wrapped her lips around my balls as she continued to jerk me off with her free hand. I felt a sudden rush to my cock.
+Without saying a word, I pushed her away to the bottom of the boat. She looked at me, confused and frustrated. I reached down to grab her arm and roughly flipped her over. She held on to the white fiberglass ledge of the boat. Grabbing her hips and forcing her ass up in the air, I pulled her shorts down her thighs.
+""You're enjoying this, aren't you?"" I said, running my hands across her lower back and then parting her cheeks. ""Don't lie to me, you whore.""
+""Yes, sir,"" she breathed.
+I grabbed my cock and slid it along the wet folds of her cunt. I could feel her body pulsing, trembling underneath me, her breath fast and shallow. I forced my cock into her, immediately feeling her inner muscles clasping around it, as she cried out and met my thrust.
+I pulled almost all the way out and then drove back in.
+""Say it.""
+""I..."" she started, but her voice caught in her throat as I continued to plunge into her. I stopped and pulled out of her, my cock coated with her juices.
+""Say it,"" I demanded.
+""Fuck me,"" she whimpered. ""Please.""
+I circled the head of my cock around her ass, grabbed her hips with both hands, and pushed myself into her tight hole. She moaned, thrusting back, and my cock sunk into her ass.
+""Fuck me,"" she repeated.
+I pounded against her ass, increasing the pace of my thrusts, the moisture of our sweat clinging to our bodies, mixing with her juices as they ran down her thighs, as her fingers glided across her cunt.
+The boat balanced violently, threatening to overturn.
+She moaned, cried out her orgasm, as my cock swelled, hammered furiously, crashing into her. Thrusting deeper and harder. Exploding inside her, my cum dripping through her ass.
+A mass of sweat covered flesh, worn out, we lay on the bottom of the boat.
+  
+*
+SHIP'S LOG   Open 49er 
+ #665 - Team Scandinavia 
+ I. M. Liar, _skipper_ ; Nicola BluePen, _crew_
+\- Wed 1 Sep 2004 16:50:00 [Final Regatta]    _Position: 37° 48.190' N 23° 40.031' E_
+If all the sirens and mermaids of antiquity were as she, the Argonauts were the ones that were tricked. Oh sweet death, to succumb to her song, to be devoured by the luscious lips from which it poured.
+Once I slipped into that water with Nicola, all else faded.
+She swam, always just outside my reach, still humming her song. Her piercing blue eyes lingered, locked with mine as she glided seamlessly through the water, smiling the content and knowing smile of the conquerors.
+Every time I tried to get closer, mesmerised, she would swirl, dive, or swim a little further away. Her body undulated just below the surface of the sea, and even the sunlight bathed her skin as if the water was no more than a crystalline veil.
+She disappeared into the water in a gracious movement, and I dove to follow. This time she waited for me, surrounded by light and silence and blue and coral, and her eyes were even more radiant underwater than they had been above. I brushed my fingers across her face, and she smiled and kissed me.
+It was a soft kiss at first, lulled by the almost imperceptible underflow, but it quickly grew in intensity. Nicola held my face between her hands, and our lips parted, our tongues found and explored each other. She sucked mine into her mouth, ravenous, and soon had taken most of the air from my lungs.  
+I disentangled myself from her, rushed to the surface, and held on to the edge of the boat, trying to catch my breath, when her hands grazed my chest, underwater, hooked into my swimming briefs and pulled them down, slow and deliberately. I felt my cock armouring immediately, as her lips brushed across it and her fingers rippled across my balls, and then she disappeared again.
+I dove after her, but couldn't see her anywhere. When I returned to the surface, her low hum echoed from behind me, and I turned to find her leaning back against the side of the boat, her arms spread along the ledge. Her full breasts heaved in and out of the water with the rhythm of the sea, her long legs beckoned.
+'Come closer, famous Odysseus,' she sighed teasingly. 'Moor your ship on our shores and hear our honeyed song.'
+As in a trance, I found myself floating towards her, incapable of turning my eyes away from hers. She tilted her head forward provocatively and extended her legs in my direction, stopping me. Sunlight and water glided off her tanned body as she skimmed the soles of her feet gently across my chest, shoulders and neck. I caught a toe of her right foot with my mouth and slowly twirled and teased it with my tongue.
+My fingertips traced the curve of her ankle and my lips followed, leaving a trail of soft kisses up her calf, as I tasted her sea salted skin.
+She exhaled when I touched her inner thigh. Her body relaxed, pliant. Her legs slid across my shoulders.
+My hands followed the shape of her ass to the small of her back and lifted her above the water. The sun gleamed off the tiny droplets that glided through the minutely trimmed strip above her pussy.
+I extended the tip of my tongue and ran it just outside her lips.
+She whimpered softly. Her thighs hugged me tighter.
+I ran my tongue flat along her slit, her puffy lips parting under the slight pressure, and found the hardening protrusion of her clit. I covered it with my mouth, lashed it with my tongue. Her body squirmed and tensed, her back arched, and she let out a deeper moan when I released her clit and my tongue slithered to the entrance of her pussy.
+Her scent intoxicated me. I pushed my tongue into her, slowly exploring every texture, every delicate fold, savouring her.
+My right arm curled from underneath her body and glided across her toned stomach as my tongue dipped further inside of her, scooping more of her wetness.
+She closed her eyes briefly, throwing her head back when my tongue extended to find the edge of her g spot. Her thighs clenched around my head, pulling me closer. Her breasts heaved with every jagged breath as my hand moved across them.
+Her juices flowed across my tongue as I suckled on the pink folds of her lips, as I breathed her in, as I felt her pour down my throat and pulse through my veins.
+Her body writhed, her hips up thrust.
+I moved my mouth again, and caught her clit between my teeth. She quivered, cried out in ragged mouthfuls of air. My tongue lashed across her clit relentlessly.
+She pulsed, on the brink. Every muscle tensed, every cell throbbed, faster and faster, and her orgasm came crashing down and wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her body.
+I held on to her, running my tongue along her lips unhurriedly. She gasped for air, her body still occasionally shook by a sudden tremor.
+Slowly, I let myself submerge and fall from the grip of her thighs, only to come back to the surface even closer to her. I touched her hand, signalling it was safe to let go of the boat, and kissed her lips as she draped her arms around my neck and ran her fingers across my hair. Our tongues met, danced.
+Her hard nipples pierced at my flesh when my body pressed against hers and pinned her to the side of the cold hull. I ran the palm of my free hand down the skin of her back to her shapely ass.
+My rock hard cock slid between her thighs and she immediately parted and wrapped them around me.
+As the head of my cock swam across her clit and eased into her pussy, she moaned deeply and caught my bottom lip between her teeth, piercing my flesh. Her hips pressed forward, her thighs tightened their hold around me.
+She swept her lips across mine with her eyes closed, and licked the blood she had drawn out. Her fingernails grazed through my neck and down my back.
+With a slow and drawn out thrust, the entire length of my cock disappeared, buried in her pussy.
+From her lips, as they brushed my ear, poured moans and soft sighs that played my heart and mind. My body merged into hers. My cock glided in and out of her in slow, rhythmic waves. Her inner muscles pulsed tightly around it, enveloping me in her velvety warmth.
+Her fingernails dug trails of blood across my back; her body trembled and whimpered as I slowly fucked her, as I reached further inside her, as she sang the only song I longed to hear.
+The Aegean, endlessly playing a toneless symphony, a myriad of micro collisions, meant nothing compared to her, lazily letting the glitter of a sun soaked surface bounce from sky to sea to her to me.
+  
+*
+SHIP'S LOG   Open 49er 
+ #155 - Team Canada 
+ Charley H., _skipper_ ; Rebecca Leah, _crew_
+\- Wed 1 Sep 2004 16:55:00 [Final Regatta]    _Position: 37° 48.864' N 23° 40.124' E; mainsail and jib; 27.5 kt 21º T_
+A breathing, living sculpture. That's what Rebecca became with her body at my mercy, bound by coils, intricate patterns, and successive layers of rope that worked together to refashion her form, her poise, her awareness.
+Each new layer intensified the overall effect.
+She stood en pointe, her limber body set on a delicately strained equilibrium, her legs forced apart by ropes that coiled in layers just above her ankles, weaved over her legs, and hooked to the overhead rig. A different length of solid rope curled elaborately around her waist and left upper thigh, at once accentuating the shape of her ass and providing a breathtaking frame for her pussy, visually balancing the purity of her light pink lips, the gleam of her silver clit ring, and the teasing effect of the small beauty mark on her right labium.
+Another rope lay across her rib cage, and past her shoulder blades, carefully wrapping around, lifting, and pinching her breasts. She let out a deep moan when I let the rope slide through my palms, and then tugged and secured the harness with cinching knots that hugged the sides of her body and tied to the rope at her waist.
+I smiled from my vantage position at the prow, as I adjusted the main rig, and watched the rope that held her arms slide across the top spreader. It spiralled around her wrists several times, turned around itself, and slid under the binds, in a dynamic arrangement that added an arch to Rebecca's back, forcing that ideal stance. I admired the web I had woven, and glowed in the knowledge that before me stood art at its greatest.
+Symmetry, balance, tension. Above all, the feeling of the transcendental wholesomeness of the geometry, of the movement, of the flesh. The ropes flowed, strong and taut, breathed, slacked and stretched in unison with every intake of air.
+Completing the aesthetic composition, I released the mainsail and pulled it tight to its full wind position. I could feel my clit pulsing as I watched, in awe, the ropes slide onto Rebecca's yielding flesh. My heart drummed through my veins.
+The sun was gently descending across the sky, and its light reflected off the sea to envelop the scene in a warm pink radiance that matched her moist lips. The translucent pane of the sail draped about Rebecca's body, casting the ghost of a shadow across her skin, announcing her new condition of romanticised figurehead at the prow of my ship.
+'You're beautiful,' I said in a soft whisper, meaning it.
+She closed her eyes, endearingly. Her cheeks blushed noticeably. She relaxed, letting her body be moulded to my will, as it would always have been, with or without ropes in place.
+And then, something happened. An almost imperceptible breeze rippled through the sail. My heart missed a beat.
+I stepped up to the mast and caressed the mainsail with the palm of my hand, feeling the vibrations. At a distance, I could see light surf starting to form, gaining speed.
+Rebecca followed my eyes. A look of confusion and fear crossed her face again, but it dissipated when I turned back to her smiling, and slowly leaned in to kiss her lips. A lingering, deep kiss, smooth, confident, and dominant.
+'Don't panic,' I told her, and pulled the jib sail free.
+In a fraction of a second, a strong gush of wind inflated it with a loud bang, and Rebecca cried out when her body was pushed forward and suspended in the air. The entire boat sprung into action.
+I slid under the boom and quickly hooked the mainsheet and readjusted the four line bridle for the upcoming thrust. The boat was already overpowered. I had to act on instinct. I grabbed a rope from the main rig and furled it around my forearm just in time for the shift of direction. With my body projected to starboard as counterweight, I pulled the cord with all my strength, and released the asymmetrical chute at the optimal moment.
+The boat seemed to stop completely for two whole seconds and turn on its axis, and then shot forward to planing speed.
+I swung under the mainsail to port and grabbed two other ropes off the main rig to balance the boat, and they slid across the bottom spreader, displacing one of the ropes that held Rebecca's body suspended.
+It loosened the stress of the whole composition for an instant, and then the thick nylon rope whipped into place across her pussy. She moaned and her body shook as the rope slid in between her puffy pink lips and a knot pressed directly against her clit.
+All the other ropes responded to her motion as a single, organic entity, overstimulating her body with sadistic intensity. As they tightened around her and bit into her soft flesh, her nipples hardened.
+In mere seconds, we stormed heading for the gold, past the other teams that were caught off-guard by the sudden windstorm.
+The jib flogged with tremendous strength, and the bonds gained added tension that forced the arch of Rebecca's back. Another, more powerful blast, and something snapped on the secondary rig. The rope at her inner thigh slid at high speed, burning across her skin, and then stopped abruptly.
+Her loud cry, a mixture of the most acute pain and of incommensurable pleasure, echoed through my body to my clit.
+I smiled, straining to control my breathing and heart rate, and felt the texture of the rope I held in my right hand, the tension of each individual fibre. Then, vigorously, I pulled it.
+Rebecca's cry came in response, as the rope that dug into her slit glided back across her flesh and a series of knots rapidly slid over her clit, wave after wave crashing into her body, successively bursting and dipping and curling and pressing against the entrance of her pussy and her ass.
+Another tug, another desperate whimper. Her body trembled, powerless to stop the cascade of erotic stimuli that overloaded her senses.
+Powerless to stop the flow of her orgasm.
+Powerless.
+  
+***
+[The Literotica Olympics](http://www.literotica.com/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=253746)"
+149,The Literotica Olympics Day 25,Remec,Chain Stories,2004-08-30,2004-08-30,2022-01-08 03:55:06,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-literotica-olympics-day-25,Event: Soccer.,"['Ball Feet', 'Carl East', 'Gold Medal', 'Good Game', 'Lauren Hynde', 'Literotica Olympics', 'Oggbashan', 'Short Shorts', 'Team Captain', 'White Shorts']",3.93,"**Event: Soccer**
+Football is a global sport that has existed in some form or another in almost every culture for centuries. To quite a large segment of the audience, it is often called European football to differentiate it from the sport played in the United States of America. The Americans, on the other hand, call it soccer.
+The logistics of the game are pretty straightforward. Two teams of seven to eleven players (depending on league and age or gender of participants) defend a goal while trying to put a ball into the opposing team's goal. The catch is, except for the goalie in the act of defense, they can't use any part of the arm in doing so.
+Here at Literotica, the game is mostly the same, just with a twist. The usual body checks and edging of another player away from the ball take on a rather suggestive hue. Touching another player...whether a casual bump, a quick goose, or a more lingering caress...is expected, and it is not heard of for a well trained team to score as many times on the field as in the goalbox.
+Or the goalie's box, as the case might be.
+The light dew still upon the morning grass made the little uprootings of sod cling to the bottom of Oggbashan's cleat as he surveyed the pitch for the gold medal match. As referee, he was finalizing his walk about the perimeter, seeing if there were too many hazards upon the field...that the lines were still readable and the conditions such that a game could be played properly.
+Satisfied, he nodded to himself and motioned his officiating team over. While current fashion was to call them assistant referees, in the back of Oggbashan's mind they were still linesmen. He watched as Belegon and Vella walked towards him. Both were doing their best to be professional, carrying themselves with a rather detached air.
+Both failed terribly.
+Belegon was wearing a uniform that might as well have been painted upon him. The firmness of his abs and the way the jockstrap barely seemed to contain either cock or balls were both evident even at this distance. Vella, meanwhile, wasn't dressed so tightly; but the wonderbra beneath her jersey...and the casually undone line of buttons to the shirt's vee- neck...battled with the hip hugging short shorts (that threatened to reveal everything anytime she bent over) for the attention of the audience watching from bench, field, and both stands.
+High in the stands at midfield, a section had been cleared and tables set up to act as an announcer's area. Behind them, an awning of sorts had been constructed as if to prevent even the barest hint of sunlight to penetrate to those below.
+Sitting there, running over the team rosters and going through their sound check, a brunette with wonderful curves nodded to something someone said over her headset. ""I don't care if they *are* about to have the coin toss. I want you to get the attention of the Green Team's captain and direct it up here. Look, are you my bitch or not? Then just do it!""
+""Calm down. The Games are supposed to be fun, even for the media crews,"" said the tall, sunbronzed woman as she offered the paler woman a light for her cigar. Cloudy smiled and settled into a nearby seat to watch the action soon to come on the field.
+She sighed and shook her head. ""I swear...will be so glad when my next athletic event comes up."" Just as she was looking for the schedule of what was coming up in the next few days, the runner crackled across the headset.
+""Got her,"" said Dranoel's voice in her ear.
+The Green Team's captain appeared midfield, her hand against her forehead as she tried to make out the person within the shadowed stands. She was, perhaps, a bit short for a captain to the eyes of someone unversed in the game; but those in the know recognized the power in the tight thighs and firm calves that anchored a toned, tanned body. She took the headset from Dranoel and slid her luxuriant, black hair off her ear for a moment. ""Yes? You wanted to see me?""
+Abstruse grinned broadly. Those around her would even call it beaming. Standing up from her make-shift desk, she waved down to the woman on the field.
+""Hi, Lauren!""
+**********
+The threesome in their black uniform seemed somber compared to the brightness of the foursome approaching them. Or would, if Vella had kept from popping bubbles and snapping her chewing gum. But, even with the youngest official's actions, the stark white and brilliant red of the players' shorts, and the kindergarten blue and crayon-bright green of their jerseys, kept eyes upon them until Oggbashan stepped between them all.
+He motioned the crowd to silence, then introduced the quartet to himself, his assistants, and each other. The four newcomers, captain and co-captain from both teams, and the two officials nodded and smiled and began the ritual handshake.
+Being a Literotica game, of course, the handshakes took several minutes and involved much in the way of exchanged glances and lingering perusals of one another. Carl East, Blue Team's co-captain, was particularly taken with saying hello to his counterpart, Angela146.
+Bouncy and buxom, she filled out both her emerald jersey as well as the scarlet shorts exceedingly well. ""Have a good game,"" she said as took Carl's proffered hand. Her eyes briefly dropped down and she sighed as it was clear her opponent wasn't nicknamed ""254"" for nothing.
+""Oh, I intend to,"" Carl replied, letting his thumb caress Angela's fingers as their hands parted. In his head, he was already thinking of making sure SeaCat or SnoopDog let Angela intercept a pass so he could get in a slide tackle on her. ""Uh huh, a very good game, indeed.""
+""Alright, enough already, you'll get a chance to be friendly on the field."" Oggbashan told them all as he produced the official coin. ""Blue Team, you've been denoted as visitors, so you get to call. In the air, please."" He held his hand out level and then bent his thumb, set the coin in place, and let it spin up over them all.
+Tatelou called out, ""Head, er...I mean Heads!""
+The coin hung for a moment as the call echoed through the stadium. It struck the turf and bounced, spinning a few more times before landing once more. Vella bent to look at it and announced, ""It's tails.""
+Oggbashan and Belegon nodded as they stood behind their colleague. ""You can say that again,"" muttered Belegon.
+""Tails means the Green Team has the choice. Kick off or receive.""
+Lauren smiled. ""Oh, we'll receive. We love to receive."" She gave Carl a wink and then headed back with Angela to their bench area. Oggbashan jotted down a note in his memopad, checked his watch, and spoke into the microphone upon his lapel.
+""Toss finished, Green will receive. Kickoff in five minutes, please set the official clock....now...""
+""No problem,"" replied Abs over the headset, and the scoreboard lit up with a five-minute countdown. The players began taking the field upon seeing the timer start, and as it approached zero, Oggbashan got his whistle ready. Tatelou and SnoopDog were idly rolling the ball at their feet back and forth to one another as they awaited the go ahead.
+""Ready?"" she asked, her thick hair swaying as she practiced some sidesteps, her perky breasts tending to do the same in their sports bra beneath her blue uniform top.
+Snoop slipped up to her and stole the ball from between her feet, his hard bulge rubbing against the bottom of the white shorts. ""Always"", he answered. ""Is it time yet?"" He squinted up at the scoreboard.
+""Begin!"" came the shout from Oggbashan and the whistle blew. Tatelou kicked the ball forward softly, then passed to SnoopDog who spun about her flank and slipped around the rushing MinSue and ClareBlossom. He dribbled on then kicked it up and punted it off the bounce towards the farside of Green's territory where Carl and SeaCat were racing ahead of a backpedaling VirtualBurlesque.
+They were intercepted by Angela146, the fullback, who snaked the ball around the invaders and passed it back up to a waiting MinSue. She took the ball under control and moved to head down field when she was suddenly tackled by a diminutive ball of fire that screamed, ""GOOSE!!!"", and upended to find herself straddling the full chest of Colleen Thomas.
+""You took my ball,"" MinSue began, and she looked down at Colly with what she hoped was a guilt inflicting pouty face.
+""And what are you going to do about it?""
+""Why...I ought to...to...just smother you..."" MinSue slid further along Colly's chest and planted her thighs and bottom on the redhead's face. Oggbashan brought his whistle up, but then saw Colly sucking at MinSue's crotch and pushing her green shorts aside with a natural born skill and motioned instead with one hand held before him.
+""Play on...advantage rule at work.""
+He quickly rushed down to where SeaCat had recovered the errant ball and was headed for the Green goal with Carl East. Behind him, MinSue wriggled and shimmied on Colly's tongue and fingers. Her blonde hair bounced and she alternated between gleeful laughs and a low, cooing moan.
+*********
+""Rolling Abs,"" Cloudy said and pointed to the flashing red light on the table that indicated they were back on the air. Abstruse let one last drag from her cigar slip slowly from her sexy lips and snake off into the smoky air above the announcer's table they'd set up.
+""Welcome back, for those just joining us, today's match between the Green team and Blue team will decide who will win the coveted gold medal in associated football, also known as soccer. As you can see, it's been business as usual for a Literotica sporting event, as coupling and tripling has been occurring left and right...and sometimes right up the middle of the field.
+Now we're in the last few minutes of the game, and the score is a steady 0-0. Yes, it's still anyone's medal. And we're sitting on pins and needles waiting to see what will come next.
+Or who.
+Currently, the ball appears to be rolling free along the diagonal from our left up to the far corner on the right. What a foot that Lauren Hynde has, eh? Not to mention several other things. She scooped up the last actual attack on the Green goal and booted it down field.
+It's passed by the oblivious couple of MinSue and Colly, as well as the pile of bodies that was...wait...what's that? Is it? Yes....yes...Angela416 has managed to outlast the trio of Blue players who had gathered around her. SnoopDog has just come on her face and has collapsed back on the field where SeaCat was apparently already exhausted.
+What about Carl East? Has the legendary big man gone down as well? No, no...I can see it from here. Up and still hard as the microphone I'm holding right now...mmm...he's...Angela416's being buggered like no tomorrow and she still managed to lean across and head the ball towards her fellow Green player.
+SubJoe's got the ball now and he's heading right for the Blue goal. Dribbling through all the churned up turf and skirting the abandoned uniforms littering the field like empty glasses on a Sunday morning in my bar, he's ready to go...all...the...way!
+**********
+SubJoe trapped the ball against his chest as it came to him from Angela's head. She moaned and sighed and pushed back against Carl's hard cock as it sunk in and drew back from between her broad, rounded cheeks, but while he'd been haphazardly chasing the ball, she'd seen it from the corner of her eye and directed it right to him.
+No wonder she's our captain's second.
+He gave a slight release of air from his lungs as the ball made contact, but caught it squarely between the ground and his sole and stopped it. SubJoe then began heading for the Blue goal. He started off slowly, both from the natural paranoia of someone playing the game as well as having to avoid the debris and bodies strewn about that section of the field.
+Once in the clear, he began to pick up speed. He looked around, hoping to find other Green players to help him out or to pass to if need be. To the right, most of them had managed to be lured by Blue players into distractions. To the left, a few more that he knew had been assigned by Lauren to be distractions in their own right. Indeed, even Belegon the assistant referee could be seen squatting down and stroking himself as Virtual Burlesque was giving a more extended strip than ever.
+Wonder where the referee is? Oh...nevermind... Oggbashan had stepped over to his other assistant to remind her that she needed to stop snapping her flag except for offsides, out of bounds, and suspected fouls...not as counterpoint to the popping of her gum. One thing had led to another apparently, as he was now upon one knee with Vella bent across his other. Her short shorts were at her ankles and her lovely buttocks were marked with the thin red lines left behind by being caned with her flag's stick.
+She was a quivering mass of pain, pleasure, and apologies that appeared to be asking Oggbashan to use his bare hand on her now that the stick was moving in and out of her shaved pussy. SubJoe watched for a moment longer as the long, thick piece of wood filled Vella's tight cunny. Each time Oggbashan shoved it up her and drew it back, more and more juices seemed to flow out to run along her lovely legs. They made her whole bottom shine, bringing out the details of her spanking even more.
+SubJoe managed to break his eyes from the pair and turned his attention back to dribbling the ball towards the seemingly unattended Blue goal. As he crossed back towards midfield on their half, though, his feet slipped and he fell onto his back with a muffled wet thud. A low groan escaped his lips as he laid there for a moment and regained his breath and composure. A roll to his side revealed the ball was right beside him, about three feet away.
+Also there, SubJoe saw, was a pair of cleats. Immediately above them, SubJoe's eyes were drawn to the tattoo of a gleaming orange and yellow sun perched upon a black triangle. It was along the shin and lower calf on the inside right leg. Right and left together were long, toned legs that held up a pair of small hips and a pert ass clad in shiny, if grass-stained, white shorts. Damn, I was so close too. He started to get to his feet, but the woman squared off to him and cleared her throat.
+""What are you doing?"" she asked, her golden brown hair slicked back on her head and her green eyes burning down into him. ""Did I say you could get up?"" CharleyH demanded to know.
+SubJoe swallowed and shook his head.
+""I'm sorry, did you answer me? I thought my hearing was fine, but maybe I'm going deaf.""
+""No...I...uh...no, I didn't say anything.""
+CharleyH nodded. ""I thought so. Get up and follow close. We're going to finish this game."" She took possession of the ball and headed back the way SubJoe had come. He followed along behind her, occasionally moving as instructed to check any Green players who happened to be free and able to challenge CharleyH's progress.
+**********
+""Damn, what an exciting last few minutes this has been! SubJoe took the ball Angela146 miraculously played to him and was going down field. Then he fell. And, did you see that? From out of nowhere, CharleyH has asserted herself...no surprise there, of course...and is taking both the ball and SubJoe towards the Green goal.
+They've managed to evade or blow through all the opposition, and now the only person between CharleyH and a Blue-team victory is the Green goalkeeper, and team captain, Lauren Hynde. Lauren is watching them warily. You can see the confusion on her face even from here at why SubJoe is helping CharleyH.
+Now she's coming forward a bit. And the two women are sizing each other up. CharleyH's got Lauren by both height and body mass, but bigger players than her have been upstaged by the pint-sized powerhouse. So she'll have to play her cards just right...Wait! What's this?
+CharleyH is rushing forward on Lauren.
+She's moving the ball back and forth, handling it masterfully, and zigzagging through the penalty area. Lauren, however, is matching her zig for zag...her eyes on the ball...and waiting for the signs that CharleyH is about to make her shot.
+But, CharleyH is reaching into the waistband of her shorts. She's fiddling with something on the fly and it's...My fuckin' God! CharleyH has ripped her shorts right off and revealed that she's wearing nothing beneath it but a strap-on holding a dildo painted in the white and blue markings of CharleyH's team colours.
+Lauren missteps at the revelation. CharleyH body checks her as they go for the ball together, and Lauren has a foot in between...no, she's missed the steal!
+CharleyH crosses Lauren's ankle and takes her down. The goal is free! Blue Team can win this medal! Butbutbut...what's this? CharleyH is dropping to her knees behind Lauren.
+She's pantsing the Portuguese beauty!
+She's bellowing an order to SubJoe!
+SubJoe moves to the ball and sets up a shot on goal!
+CharleyH sets up the dildo against Lauren's exposed hole!
+And here's the kick! And the thrust!
+SSSSSCCCOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEE!!!
+And just as the whistle blows, what an ending...
+Well, that wraps up things here, folks. Tatelou's Blue team has won the gold medal in soccer over the Green team led by Lauren Hynde. Be sure to come back tomorrow for exciting coverage of special summer bobsledding here at the Literotica Olympics.""
+The headset clattered upon the table and Abstruse hurriedly got up from her seat. ""Where you going in such a rush?"" asked Cloudy from where she was spread a few chairs away, one hand holding a pair of binoculars and the other resting on her thigh...its fingers slick and sticky looking.
+""I have a coffin slut to go find.""
+*********
+This has been a Chain Story arising out of the Author's Hangout forum. The named individuals should be considered as satirical and/or fictious versions of their ""reallife"" namesakes. Attitudes, positions, and implied behaviours are to be considered artistic license, and not to be construed as those of the individuals named and used."
+150,The Literotica Olympics Day 26,Joseki Ko,Chain Stories,2004-09-03,2004-09-03,2022-01-08 03:55:06,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-literotica-olympics-day-26,Event: Four Man Bobsled.,"['Entire Team', 'Literotica Olympics']",4.56,"**Event: Four Man Bobsled**
+As I reached over to turn on the TV I had to admit I was ready. Out of all the Literotica Olympics I loved the winter sports most of all. I sat back in my easy chair and picked up my beer as the TV warmed up. I heard the words before the picture came up.
+""Yes, Laurel, today we have several events scheduled. The one man Luge, the Ski Jump and the Slalom, but right now we will have the four man bob sled..."" said an older looking Asian, in a cowboy hat.
+""Thank you My Erotic Tail, I'm sure we'll all be looking forward to the other events. But let's go to the gate where it looks like the British team is unsuiting."" commented Laurel.
+I had to admit as I watched these two on TV that Laurel was really cute with that white fur parka and those almond blue eyes. It looked like she'd even gone to a hairstylist to have her hair turned white. She looked so much like her AV I just wanted to reach out and pet her.
+My erotic Tail on the other hand didn't look like his AV at all. He seemed to be a lot larger than I'd assumed he would be. He was either sitting on something or he really did stand about six and a half feet tall.. He looked soft spoken and the faded blue jeans contrasted with the bright silver belt buckle, black bib shirt like John Wayne used to wear, and ten gallon hat that looked like it cost several hundred dollars. He always seemed to be smiling good naturedly.
+Sure enough the screen cut to the British team and there was the Great Og already naked and obviously cold. I could see the breath coming out of his mouth as a cloud of mist. His nipples looked hard and as the camera panned back for a full view of him I couldn't help but be impressed. It looked like even flaccid and with the cold shriveling everything up, he still appeared to have something over an eight inch penis. I could only imagine how huge he must have been when the weather was warm. He seemed to be giving his team a pep talk.
+I could hear Laurel in the background. ""For those of you who have never seen our version of bob-sledding before, let me tell you how it works. As you can see from the sled in front of Og, there are four Ice dildoes protruding from the seat, one for each team member. What you may not notice is that they are all connected to a 12-volt car battery. As the team sits down there are switches under each one that will turn them on individually. Now the object here is to push the sled as fast at it will go in the first hundred meters. Then the team jumps in and sits down, inserting the dildos in the hole of their choice. The entire team has to make it down the hill with out cumming.""
+""It's not as easy as you might think."" MET added. ""This is the event with the highest amount of deaths ever. If you lose your concentration for just a second you can impact the wall and kill your entire team. And Lord knows those Battery Operated Boyfriends could get a dead man off, they vibrate so hard.""
+I watched as the team lined up their bobsled. They gathered around and a list of their names came up on the TV. The Great Oggbashan was in front of course followed by Perdita, Abstruse and Carl East. They started bouncing the sled back and forth as they counted to three and suddenly they were off. The TV switched to a view from behind the sled and you could see the muscles flex as they ran. Og's great manhood slapped back and forth as they picked up speed.
+The camera switched to a front angle as Og jumped into the sled and displayed the look of mixed pain and pleasure as his ice dildo slid home. The other's looks were equally as graphic as they settled in and their BOBs turned on. But the great Og was unmoved as he raced down the course. He handled turn after turn with consummate skill. 1.53.48 minutes later the sled cleared the finish line. You could see the team bail out in an effort to leave the sled before they had any accidents.
+The announcers told us that the Great Og was involved in a non-Olympic contest. And for purely personal reasons he stepped up to a line. Lauren Hynde stepped from the officials, and grabbing Og's great manhood with her left hand she stroked it twice while jamming her right hand to the palm up Og's ass. He gave a loud cry and came in a great white arc. The official measured this to be no less than twelve feet two inches.
+As the TV cut away to commercial I felt proud to be a literotican, where we all strive to do our best."
+151,The Literotica Olympics Day,mcfbridge,Chain Stories,2004-06-15,2004-09-17,2022-01-08 03:54:37,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-literotica-olympics-day-03,1. Event: the 4x100 Relay. 2. Event: The Biathlon.,"['Crimson Maiden', 'Crossed Line', 'Day Event', 'Edward Teach', 'Goal Line', 'Lew Lou', 'Lou Pussy', 'Moved Honey', 'Svenska', 'Swedish Girl']",4.31,"Day 2, The 4x100 Relay
+Day 2 dawned and it was time for my second event. I was entered in the 4 man 100 yard relay race. Of course it wasn't really 4 man, it was 4 person. The rules for this race were unlike any other relay I'd ever heard of. They also sounded like a helluva lot more fun.
+The rules were actually pretty simple. First of all the race would not be run on a track. Instead it would be run on a football field. Each team started at the goal line. The teams must have one man and one woman on the track at all times. When a team started running, the man would be standing vertically. The woman would be stretched out horizontally in front of him. Her legs would be wrapped around him and she would be supporting her upper body on her hands. The most important thing was that they must be ""united"" at all times. While the team is running, the man must be inside the woman.
+The race would begin with each team sending out one interlocked couple each. When a couple made it 100 yards and crossed the opposite goal line, the team must replace one member of the couple. The new pair may not cross the goal line and begin to run, until the man is firmly inside his teammate. When the team is connected, the pair will then proceed back to the original line. This will be repeated until all 4 possible team combinations have run. The first team to complete all 4 legs wins.
+I was really looking forward to this event. First of all, I had hoped to win a medal the previous day. Frankly, my team had been doing very well, but we fell apart a little towards the end and finished out of the money. This event seemed like a great chance to pick up my first medal of the competition. Second, just being in this event had to be great fun. Win or lose, this was going to be a race to remember.
+The team we had put together was myself, Tatelou, Honey123, and Lewdandlicentious. After we had all completed the first day's event and showered, we got together for a last minute training session. In all honesty, I don't really know if our training session helped prepare us for the race, but it was damned enjoyable.
+When our team came out for the event, we found that there were only 4 teams entered. So, all but one of the teams was guaranteed a medal. We decided that Lew and Tatelou would start. Honey would replace Lou for the second leg. I would replace Lew for the third one, and Lou would replace Honey for the anchor leg.
+Obviously, this event had to be competed in the nude. As we removed our clothes, the officials reminded us that if a man came during the event and was unable to remain inside his partner, the team would be disqualified at that point. If more than one team didn't finish, then teams would be ranked by how far they made it.
+As Lew and Lou got into position, I took my first look at our competition. Each team had its own particulary strategy for the race.
+The team on our right was Cloudy, Minsue, Edward Teach, and Boxlicker. They had apparently decided to switch the men first. Ed and Cloudy were going to start. Box would go next, with Minsue replacing Cloudy for the third leg. Then Ed and Cloudy would finish the race.
+To our left, was the team of Lauren Hynde, Crimson Maiden, Carl East, and Oggbashan. This team was using an order similar to ours. The ladies would switch first and the men second. Ogg and Lauren were going to start, with the Maiden taking the second leg. Carl would replace Ogg for the third leg, and he and Lauren would finish. The interesting thing about this team was that as they were warming up, the girls had both men deep in their mouths. Lauren was deepthroating Ogg for all she was worth, and Crimson's tongue was working all over Carl. Apparently, they felt that having the guys as hard as possible would prevent accidental, uhh, ""uncouplings"". Lew and I both admired that strategy. However, neither of us honestly thought that we would last two laps after that treatment from Honey and Lou.
+The final team was farther to our left. They were Svenskaflicka, Rumple Foreskin, Remec, and Colleen Thomas. Like team two, they were going to switch men first. Rumple and Colleen would start. Remac would go on leg 2. Then Svenska would begin leg 3, with Rumple coming back for the anchor leg. This team was the most interesting. There appeared to be some difference of opinion on some part of their strategy. Svenska and Colleen in particular seemed to be having a very animated discussion. Colleen seemed unsure of something Svenska was suggesting, but Svenska appeared to be insisting and Colleen finally gave in to whatever it was. The guys didn't seem too concerned about it, but they were both smiling when they saw Svenska win the arguement. After that Svenska handed something to both guys, but I couldn't tell what it was.
+At that point I had to stop looking around, because the starter was calling teams to the line. Lew was already inside Lou and they were making their way over. Lou apparently was already so wet, that they hadn't had any trouble getting ready. Also, with the length of Lew's racing equipment, we certainly weren't worried about accidents on the course. Lew and Lou were joined by the other 3 teams. When all the couples were in position, the starter made his call and the gun went off.
+As the gun sounded, I took one last look around at the other teams. It was then that I realized what team 4's strategy had been. Svenskaflicka had been passing lubricant to both men and I could see that good old Rumple was firmly up Colleen's ass. Apparently, Svenska had felt that using that tighter opening would insure that their guys didn't slip out during the race. From the look on Colleen's face as they started, you might say that she didn't appear completely comfortable with that decision.
+All four teams crossed the line and began the journey towards the other side. As it turned out, our little practicing sessions had done some good. The ladies on the other teams were having a little trouble balancing on their hands. They would slip a little and guys would have to hold their weight. From the practicing, Lou was moving pretty well, and after 20 yards or so, she and Lew were already clearly in front.
+As the teams headed across the field, they were of course moving farther and farther from me. After about 50 yards, it became a little more difficult to see the race clearly, but our team seemed to be maintaining its lead. Across the field I could see Honey jumping up and down and cheering our first couple on. Let me tell you that watching that lady jump like that in the nude, is a very inspiring sight.
+The teams were well into the second half of their leg, and by now the other couples seemed to be well into their rhythms. Ogg and Lauren were interesting to watch. Lauren had an unusual gait to her movement. From the viewer's standpoint, her ass moved in some very fascinating ways as she moved on her hands. The other thing it appeared to do was move her forwards and back a bit as they walked. This meant that Ogg would be pulled out of her a little at one point, then thrust way back in with the next step. Lauren seemed to shudder a little every time Ogg plowed back into her. I didn't know if they would win, but the two of them certainly seemed to be enjoying the contest.
+As the teams got near the other side, I saw Honey stop jumping and put one of her hands between her legs. Even from 100 yards away, I could see that she was beginning to work her clit. I didn't have to see her hand, I could tell from the look on her face what she was doing. That girl wanted to win. She was going to make sure that she was ready for Lew the moment he got there.
+Lew and Lou crossed the line a good 5 yards ahead of anyone else. With Honey's preparation, the switch went very smoothly. Lou dropped off of Lew the moment they crossed the line. Honey was bent over waiting and Lew slid right up her pussy. In almost no time at all, our team was headed back towards me.
+Ed and Cloudy crossed the line next. Ed pulled out of Cloudy. The young Indian girl quickly turned around and waited for Box to mount her. When Box was in her box, so to speak, the couple took off after our team.
+The last two teams were basically tied as they crossed the line. Rumple vacated Colleen's rear entry and Remac quickly replaced him. It was obvious that Colleen had adjusted well to the team's strategy. The look on her face as that second cock went up her butt was anything but uncomfortable. In fact, from the way she was licking her lips, I wasn't sure how well she would be able to concentrate on the race.
+As Colleen was getting her second rider settled, Lauren and Crimson were also changing. From the look on Ogg's face as he got himself into Crimson, I wondered if the oral preparations were starting to take their toll. The man looked like he was struggling a little as he and Crimson began their leg.
+The first slight accident occured on the second leg. I couldn't tell what happened exactly, but it looked like Cloudy's hand hit a wet spot in the field. Whatever it was, Cloudy's hand slipped completely from under her and the poor gal fell down into the turf. The fall dislodged Box, as he stumbled and fell right onto his partner. The two of them managed to get back up, but by the time Box had Cloudy got back into position and he managed to thrust himself back into her, they were about 15 yards behind everyone else. Cloudy looked so disappointed that I really felt sorry for her, but as Box got himself into her again, the look of disappointment quickly faded from her pretty face.
+The rest of that lap was relatively uneventful. Honey and Lew had maintained their slight lead as they crossed the line. As soon as he was over the chalk, Lew pulled out of Honey and moved off. Honey turned around to face back towards the field. As soon as she was ready, I moved behind that trim little butt. After watching the first two laps I was so hard that starting was no trouble at all. I slid myself into Honey's hot crotch and we began our trek across the field.
+Colleen and Remac had moved well into second. Just as Honey and I crossed the line I looked back and saw Remac quickly mounting Svenska. Svenska is a very pretty Swedish girl with a rather lusciously curved body. I also could see why she had come up with their team's strategy. As soon as Remac was behind her, she had slammed her nice round ass right into him. I could tell by the look on her face as Mac's member slid up her anal tract, that she really enjoyed having that thing in there.
+After that, I was really too occupied to look back much. A later glance told me that Carl was now riding Crimson Maiden. The team was moving pretty well, but they had dropped back well into third place.
+With our team still in the lead, I tried to just concentrate on our race. It actually was very difficult to focus on the finish line, when my cock was tucked into Honey's sweet little honeypot. It was so warm and tight in their that the wonderful feeling made it very difficult to think about running. I tried to do anything to focus my attention away from my dick.
+About halfway across I did take another look back. The last team, Minsue and Box had begun their third leg. The gosling was moving very well, but they were still a good 25 yards back. That team was going to have a very hard time making up the distance that one little slip had cost them.
+As Honey had I continued our run, I could feel another team gaining. To our far left, Svenska and Remac were pulling even with us. Honey and I tried to pick up our pace, but we just couldn't really go any faster. As Svenska and Mac pulled past us, I saw my hopes of winning fade away. Of course, with Honey still wrapped tightly around my cock, I couldn't really be very disappointed.
+Then, as we were about 20 yards away from the finish line, everything changed. Svenska slipped and went down flat onto her stomach. Remac couldn't stop and he went down right on top of her. The fall thrust him completely into Svenska's anus. I could see the Swedish girl's entire body shudder as that cock was jammed all the way into her tight ass. A moment later, it was too much for poor Remac. That tight hole was just way too good. The guy just wrapped his arms around Svenska and began thrusting like crazy. As he came into Svenska's ass, Honey and I moved past them. I could see Svenska's face as I went by. I thought the young blonde would be really angry about what had happened, but at the moment she was smiling from ear to ear and just thrusting back at Remac as hard as she could.
+With team 4 out of the race, Honey and I were back in the lead. We crossed the line and Honey pulled off my stick. It seemed to me she was little reluctant to move away, at least I certainly hope she was. Anyway, the moment that Honey was clear, Lou bent down in front of me. Before I could even react, Lou had reached back between her legs and grabbed my dick. Then she pulled me into her as quickly as she could.
+From the standpoint of the race, Lou probably should have made sure she was facing back up field and then waited for me to mount her. Her eagerness cost us a few seconds, as it was harder to turn around connected than it would have been apart. Frankly, though, at that point I honestly didn't give a damn. Honey had gotten me incredibly hot, and the feeling of Lou's pussy squeezing its way onto me, was absolutely indescribable.
+After we had managed to get ourselves turned, Lou and I began the final leg. As I said, we had lost a little time, and Carl and Crimson's team had already begun to switch. By the time Lou and I really got moving, Carl was riding Lauren very well. Our lead was down to less than 5 yards as the last lap got underway.
+I really thought that the last leg was going to be a tight race between Carl's team and mine, but it didn't work out that way. I honestly think it was the oral preparation that caught up with Carl. I sure as Hell know it would have caught up with me. Anyway, the guy had barely made it thirty yards inside Lauren before he couldn't take it anymore. I heard him yell back over my shoulder. As I looked back, I saw he and Lauren crash to the turf. Carl was slamming himself into Lauren and the trim brunette was just lying there with an absolutely angelic smile on her face.
+Well, Carl's team had the bronze now, and it was down to a two team race. I looked around and I couldn't even see the last pair. When I finally looked back I could see that Minsue and Boxlicker were just crossing the line. Box moved off and Edward Teach was getting himself into the gosling. They were switching as fast as they could, but by the time they got going they were already a good forty yards back.
+I would love to be able to say that Lou and I cruised to victory, but unfortunately it didn't work out that way. It was at that point that we made what we would later realize was our fatal mistake. With that big a lead, Lou and I decided not to take any chances. So we slowed down a little to insure that neither of us slipped.
+The problem with that strategy was that it meant that I would be inside of Lou for a longer time. Things were gong fine for the first half of our leg, but as we crossed the 50 yard line, it became more and more difficult to concentrate on the race and not on Lou's incredible pussy. That thing was so hot and so tight, that I tried to think of anything to take my mind away from it. I thought of baseball scores, novels I'd read, even steamed beets. (which I hate by the way). Anything to focus my attention away from what Tatelou's tight steamy channel was doing to me.
+I really think I might have made it, if it wasn't for the fact that Lou was having the same problem. Lou was getting hotter and hotter. I could feel the beautiful woman's body begin to shudder and I realized that we had made a mistake. Lou and I tried to pick our pace back up but it was too late. With about twenty yards to go, Lou screamed that she was cumming.
+Now, of course having the girl cum does not automatically knock a team out of the running. But when Lou orgasmed, that cunt squeezing my dick clamped down like a vise. Then, as she continued to cum, Lou's pussy was actually vibrating all along the length of my cock. Well, that was all I could take. I pulled Lou back to me and shoved as hard as I could into her. I yelled at her that I was cumming and just began to thrust in and out of Lou as fast as I could. The feeling was heavenly. Somewhere in the back of my mind I'm sure that I realized that we had lost the race, but at that moment nothing could have mattered to me less.
+A few seconds later, of course, as Ed and Minsue went by us I felt terrible. For myself it was okay, but it really bothered me that I had cost Lou and the rest of my team a gold medal. We had both finished cumming and Lou just rolled over and told me not to worry about it. After all, she had won the previous day, so she could live with a silver medal. Then, just before she pulled me to her for a deep long kiss, that beautiful woman flashed me a smile that will stick with me for the rest of my life.
+We just lay there kissing, while Ed and Minsue crossed the line. We didn't know who was watching us and we really didn't care. By the time we broke that kiss, gold medal or not, I felt like the biggest winner on the field. Then Lou smiled up at me again, and with a coy little look on her face, she told me that if I really did feel bad about it, she was sure that there was some way I would be able to make it up to her that evening.
+Sometime later there will be a ceremony to award our team silver medals for this race. Maybe later in these games I will even win a gold medal. It will be great if it happens. But nothing will top the feeling that went through me when Lou wrapped her arms back around my neck and pulled my lips back down onto hers.
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+152,The Literotica Olympics Day,lucky-E-leven,Chain Stories,2004-06-29,2004-07-17,2022-01-08 03:54:42,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-literotica-olympics-day-07,1. Event: Archery. 2. Event: Triathlon.,"['Brunette Ass', 'Colleen Thomas', 'Colly', 'Dutch Woman', 'Lauren Hynde', 'Lew Lou', 'Love Shack', 'Lucky Pulled', 'Lucky Reached', 'Woman Dark']",4.64,"_This story was a joint effort between lucky-E-leven and ABSTRUSE for a fun project, started with friends in the Author’s Hangout Forum. It is nothing like any of lucky-E-leven’s other submissions, but was fun to write and ABSTRUSE and I are hoping it’s fun to read. It is also part of a chain story that has had me in stitches since it began, so if you enjoyed it, please visit the rest of the chain and support the effort of some of Literotica’s finest writers. Thanks, Lucky._
+“Helllooooooooo! And welcome to day seven of the two thousand four Literotica Olympics!”
+“Geez, Lucky, settle down. The competition hasn’t even begun and already you’re yelling into the mic,” Colly said, giggling at the curly haired brunette beside her.
+“Well beautiful, what can I say? After yesterday’s Triple Jump competition, I’m amped up. Today’s action is going to be just as hot and I’m rarin’ to go! The sexual energy in here is so high that if there was a way to harness it into electricity I bet we could keep Las Vegas lit up for years.”
+“You’re crazy!” Colly said with a sexy half grin and blushed when Lucky seductively licked her lips.
+“Ladies and gentlemen, I realize there are some finely tuned nude forms down on the playing field, but there is no way I can continue this broadcast without mentioning that standing this close to such a stunningly beautiful co- anchor is doing some wonderfully tingly things to me. Thick auburn tresses spilling over her shoulders, creamy alabaster skin, full inviting breasts, legs I could dine on for hours and man what an ass!”
+“Lucky!” Colleen gasped and just as she opened her mouth again to protest, Lucky-E-Leven whipped up her shirt and flashed the petite woman, effectively silencing her and freezing her, mouth agape.
+“Ah, yes! This is Lucky-E-Leven comin’ at ya live from the love shack! For those of you that don’t know, that’s the affectionate term we broadcasters use for the tiny announcer’s booth down at the archery range. I’m joined today by the insanely sexy, Ms. Colleen Thomas. I tell ya, folks, if they don’t get this competition underway soon, sweet Colly is in serious danger of getting Lucky.”
+The small redhead blushed furiously and then cleared her throat before speaking, “Thank you for the warning, Lucky, but I rather enjoy a bit of danger.”
+“Easy there, Red. This could get out of hand in a hurry. Why don’t you explain to our audience what they’re in for today? I’ll just sit here and watch your luscious lips move.”
+“Oh my! Well today’s Archery competition features some very exciting elements. Each man and woman team has three suction cup arrows at their disposal. One team member will fire these arrows at their teammate and wherever they land is the area the team must include to bring their teammate off. I’ve only covered this event once before, care to introduce our contestants, Lucky?”
+Colly cocked her head to the side, waiting for an answer from the brunette and finding her green eyes hazed over with lust.
+“Lucky? Hey, Lucky! Anybody home?”
+“Hmmm? Oh, sorry folks. You have no idea how distracting my co-anchor is, none whatsoever. What was the question, beautiful?”
+“Introductions, lusty Lucky. People would probably like to know who they’re watching today.”
+“Yes, of course. We’ve got an exciting line-up today with teams ranging from extremely experienced to first timers. The most experienced team consists of Cloudy, a beautiful warrior princess with long brown hair and an ass to die for. Her teammate Pop_54, a rakish Brit pirate sporting a sexy eye patch and his lucky parrot on his shoulder, can’t seem to decide where to look with all of the gorgeous men and women on the field. They’ve won countless competitions in the past and are the crowd favorites to win today, but I’m not sure it’s as cut and dried as people think. The next team we have is Liar, a dashing Swede, and Black Tulip, a gorgeous Dutch woman with dark hair and an extremely voluptuous figure. Liar is notorious for his skill with the bow and arrow and Black Tulip has proven that her physical responsiveness is head and shoulders above the rest. Look for them to get the most bang for their buck, as it were, out of arrow placement.”
+“Oh, Lucky, that was just bad,” Colly replied before covering her mic and adding, “I love it when you’re bad.”
+Lucky’s eyes narrowed in lust and a loud smack sounded in the booth as her hand connected with the shy redhead’s firm backside. A surprised squeal flew into the air and Lucky picked up with her commentary as though nothing had happened, while the smaller woman’s cheeks grew rosy again.
+“The third team competing here today is a recent coupling of hard bodies. Summer Morning has competed before and is extremely athletic which will help him, in the event that his arrows fail to hit the mark. His teammate, Honey123, is new to the competition this year but the woman’s body is rock solid, as is her will to please. I figure they are quite a force to be reckoned with.”
+“Mmmmm…I can see your nipples poking out beneath your shirt.”
+“What?” Lucky asked, looking surprised.
+“Hmm? Oh my, did I say that out loud?”
+Lucky chuckled at the little woman, reached for her hand and brought it up to her hard nipples before continuing the event’s coverage, “Yes you did, but the contestants are lining up now. The fourth and final team competing here today is a relative unknown in the archery community. Lewdandlicentious, or Lew, as he’s known to the athletes, and his beautiful teammate Tatelou are quite talented in all aspects of the Sex Olympics and are entered in several events, but this is the first year they have competed in Archery. Between his ten inch cock and her curvaceous body, there is plenty of reason to believe that they will excel in any event they enter. It will be interesting to see how they perform, but I have a feeling that these Brits are going to give it their all. They always do.”
+The door to the studio swung open then and a beautiful woman with dark hair and crystal blue eyes rushed in and grabbed Colly’s microphone.
+“What the…?” Lucky started, but was distracted by her co-anchors fingers at her nipples and ended the question on a moan.
+“I’m sorry to interrupt, but this is an important announcement,” The woman’s blue eyes flashed as she cleared her throat before speaking into the microphone.
+“Hi Lauren,” The fair skinned woman said in a sultry voice and the tiny booth was then filled with maniacal laughter for several moments, before she disappeared just as quickly as she’d come.
+The door slammed shut and Colly came to her senses, asking, “What was that all about?”
+“That was Abstruse, known to most as Abs, and she’s been stalking the gorgeous Portuguese athlete Lauren Hynde for weeks now.”
+“She sounds crazy!” Colly said with wide green eyes.
+“She’s a total lunatic, but harmless and everyone just adores her. I mean, what’s not to like? She’s smart, caring, witty, sexy and absolutely hilarious,” Lucky said with a genuine smile. “See it says so right here on this little card she left behind.”
+“Well she was beautiful, and that has to be the most contagious laugh I’ve ever heard. Oh look! The archers are readying their bows,” Colly said when she turned back to the large open field.
+“Fantastic! Okay folks, you’re in for a real treat today. The contest will commence when the starting tone sounds and then each archer will fire off their arrows as quickly as they can, while attempting some sort of accuracy. These teams have practiced and likely have specific target areas they’re aiming for. It is the archer’s responsibility to land their arrows as close to their partner’s most sensitive areas, so that they may have a better chance of pleasing them to climax,” Lucky explained with a sly glance at her fellow announcer.
+“Yes, Lucky, it is most common for the men to be the archers, as their female teammates are more likely to get off again and again in rapid succession, but I see that Cloudy has stepped up in the archer’s box. Could it be that they have something out of the ordinary planned?”
+“Well there are probably many reasons that they’ve chosen to have Cloudy firing away at her partner. My analytical guess would be that with her rich Native American ancestry, she is an exceptional shot and with Pop having the handicap of only one eye, it makes more sense that she wields the bow and arrow. My gut feeling, though, is that Pops is a dirty old man, quite the stud from what I hear, and is known to blow his wad early and often. We’ll just have to see how things work out.”
+“Good points, Lucky. We should add that the competition goes as follows: Once all three arrows have been fired, the archers will race down the field and begin wherever they wish at one of the arrows. One of them is required to climax while that area is being stimulated. The team cannot move to the next arrow until at least one orgasm has been achieved from each body part marked by an arrow. As soon as they climax, the archer may move to the next arrow site and begin stimulation in that area. The team with the most orgasms at the end of thirty minutes will be the new champions.”
+“In the spirit of fairness, there are judges posted to each team. They are responsible for determining what an acceptable orgasm is and will indicate each one by raising a flag. There are also penalties for failure to achieve climax at one of the marked sites.”
+“Well said, Colly. It looks like the competition is about to begin, and there’s the starting tone! We’re under way, ladies and gentlemen! The first arrows are away and it looks like Cloudy and Liar have done exceptionally well. Liar’s aim was true and he’s struck Black Tulip’s ample breast. Oh my! Cloudy’s first arrow has landed smack dab over Pop_54’s mouth! Apparently she’s using this as a method of focusing his concentration, seeing as how Pop can’t stop himself from making lewd comments to anything with a pulse. Frankly, if it were me, I would have aimed at that damn parrot of his. You can hear it from here yelling, Polly want a crack-at-her!”
+“You said ample breast,” Colly giggled and quickly recovered to give the listeners the skinny on the other two teams. “It looks like Lew’s first shot has landed on Tatelou’s lovely thigh and Summer has got Honey in the shoulder, tough break there. It will be interesting to see how he uses her shoulder to get her off, but that’s the name of the game!”
+“You said it, sweet cheeks, and the second arrows are away. They’re not wasting any time and it looks like…yes, the third and final arrows are in flight and the archers have dropped their bows and begun sprinting toward their targets. What a beautiful sight it is to see so much naked flesh, wouldn’t you agree Colly?”
+“Yes, it’s nice, but I’d rather see your naked flesh,” the petite woman blurted out and a loud thump was heard over the airwaves as Lucky dropped her mic.
+“Okay, to bring you all up to speed, while Lucky picks up her microphone, we’ve got Pop_54 with an arrow covering his lips, one on his chest and another on his ass. Cloudy’s got plenty to work with there. Liar’s accuracy was impressive and Black Tulip is sporting arrows at her breast, thigh and ass. Summer Morning's arrow placement is truly curious and I have no idea how they’re going to work up to climax with arrows at Honey’s shoulder, foot and pussy, but as you said, anything can happen. Lew and Lou seem to have a unique strategy as all three arrows are in one region, covering each side of her pelvis and one directly on the top of her mound.”
+“Interesting grouping,” Lucky noted and watched as the archers sprinted toward their targets.
+Cloudy, running full speed ahead with her sable hair flowing behind her was a lovely display as her long toned legs, bronzed by heritage, stretched out before her again and again. The crowd was captivated and a collective gasp filled the air when she reached Pop and knocked him flat on his back with a stiff arm to his chest. She snatched the arrow from his lips and instantly settled her pussy over his face before leaning over and capturing his rigid tool between her lips in an erotic sixty-nine.
+Lucky and Colly leaned closer to the monitor as the camera operator zoomed in on the smooth curves of the Warrior Princess’s behind, providing an excellent shot of the sexy pirate’s tongue as it slid into her pussy. Pop’s fingers dug into her ass, pulling her further into him and the effects of his tongue were visible as her back bowed and goose bumps spread over her naked flesh.
+“Holy mother of God” exclaimed Lucky. “No wonder he has such a big mouth, look and the size of his tongue.”
+“I’m looking Lucky, I’m looking” Colly said as her jaw hung slack as her eyes widened in disbelief.
+About ten yards away, Summer Morning reached Honey, where she dragged him to the ground and sat before him, placing her feet on either side of his cock and beginning a steady stroking motion along the length of his erection. It was clear then that Summer had some sort of foot fetish and had purposely aimed for her French manicured toes. She then brought one hand to her breast and the other slid along her taut abdomen and between her pussy lips, where in little time at all her arousal glistened in the bright sunlight.
+“Wow, I’m not sure what the rule book says about self pleasure, Colly. Do you happen to know?” Lucky asked as she stared intently at the fit woman’s slender finger sliding rhythmically between her lips.
+“Who cares if it’s legal or not? It’s hotter than hell to watch. I think she should get points for technique alone,” Colly said and leaned further over the desk to get a better look.
+Lucky whimpered at the sight of her co-anchor’s gorgeous ass and before she realized what she was doing her hips were grinding into the little woman’s backside as she too looked out at the competitors.
+Lew pulled off all three arrows at once and dove straight into the tall brunette’s pussy with his tongue. It was suddenly plain to see that he planned to spend a good portion of the competition with his face buried between her legs and Lucky grew excited.
+“Hell yeah!” Lucky shouted, causing the little woman bent over before her to push back in surprise. Lucky groaned in pleasure and slid her hands up Colly’s sides to fondle her breasts. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve never seen this tactic before, but it’s brilliant! Lewdandlicentious has grouped all of his arrows in one spot, allowing him to spend all the time he wants in the area of his teammate’s snatch. Going off of the interviews I’ve seen Lou give, he gives exceptional head and I would expect them to be going for the number one spot in points by multiple orgasms.”
+“God, just look at how beautiful she is, arching her back and winding her fingers in his hair as his tongue does untold things to her clit. He may be good, but I bet I could give him a run for his money,” Colly said on a moan as Lucky’s fingers found her nipples.
+“Yes, it is a sight to behold, Colly. It looks as if Liar is taking a direct route as well, licking his way up Black Tulip’s thigh and slipping his tongue over her shaved pussy. He’s also got his hand wrapped around his meaty cock and is pumping furiously. This should serve them well, as he will earn a point for getting off and be ready to go again to rack up the total orgasm points.”
+“Things are shaping up nicely, folks,” Colly said over Lucky’s moan as her hands moved around to clutch the brunette’s ass and pull her forward. “Mmmm…Lucky, is that a spare microphone in your shorts, or are you just happy to see me?”
+Lucky reached forward and set her handheld mic down next to the redhead’s face and winked when the smaller woman looked back with a knowing grin.
+“That reminds me, Colly; I just received this message from our eye in the sky, Minsue the Gosling. Anyone finding a black studded leather strap-on with a purple dildo please hurry to the main office. Your partner is stuck on it!”
+Lucky pulled her shirt up and over her head before pulling on the headset mic and grinding into Colly’s ass again as she reached up to tweak her own nipples. The smaller woman licked her lips and was about to turn around when a loud cheer erupted from the field.
+“Amazing!” Lucky shouted. “All four judges have just raised their flags simultaneously, indicating that each team has scored a point. Summer morning has just slid his massive rod into Honey’s slick pussy and he’s popped the second arrow off and is laving his tongue over her shoulder. The man has got an amazing body and while it’s not exactly my cup of tea, Honey sure seems to be enjoying herself, as is the audience. Boy am I glad I don’t have to clean this place up afterwards. It looks to me like Honey is very close and…what’s this? He’s bitten her shoulder and their judge has raised the flag, indicating that Honey is cumming! Outstanding use of the shoulder, by Summer Morning. That misfire could’ve been costly.”
+“Well regardless of what interests you, you can’t blame Summer. They don’t call her hot crotch Honey for nothing. I don’t believe it, but Pop has just cum again with Cloudy’s finger in his ass and they’re moving on to the third and final arrow at his chest. It looks like that team has decided to go for the win at record pace! Liar seems to be taking his time. He hasn’t taken his tongue from Tulip’s pussy once, and yet he’s moved on to their second arrow at the bottom of her ass. Is that what I think it is? Yes, he’s just slid a finger into her ass and by the rapid rise and fall of her chest, I’d say she’s wound nearly as tight as she’ll go.”
+“Fantastic strategy for that team,” Colly interrupted even as her hands tugged at the bottom of Lucky’s shorts, lowering them until they fell to the brunette’s ankles, revealing a large black cock attached to her leather harness. “It appears that Liar and Tulip are going the multiple route by building her up to the point of near explosion and keeping her there as he moves through the stimulation points. At the rate they’re going, she’ll be cumming hard and quite possibly over and over again, earning them plenty of bonus points for multiples.”
+Lucky grabbed the petite redhead’s hands and guided them to the large phallus at her waist, as she continued her commentary.
+“I must say, for being new to this event, Lew and Lou are doing quite well. He’s had her cumming for several minutes and I’m glad I’m not in charge of keeping track. That woman is incredible and seems to get off harder and faster as his tongue furiously works her clit. It must be growing nearly painful as she’s pushing at his head and squirming away from him on her shoulder blades. This team has trained hard and it’s obvious how in sync they are with one another. That was the most fluid switch I’ve ever seen and he’s now sliding his long cock into her pussy and fucking her in earnest. By the looks of it, she’s loving every second of it and this is a tremendous showing for the Brits in their first time out!”
+“Mmmmm…yesss,” Colly moaned as Lucky’s hands slid up her soft thighs, lifting the hem of her indecently short black leather mini and bunching it around her waist. The brunette’s fingers cupped her mound and she gasped as she registered that the little redhead was wearing crotchless panties. She slid the tips of her fingers down the smooth green satin and moaned into her headset as her middle finger slid along the petite woman’s slit.
+“Dear God, you’re wet,” Lucky said as a healthy shiver raced through her body.
+“Lucky! The broadcast! Honestly…where were we? Oh yeah, each team has met the requirement for satisfaction at all arrows and it is an all out fuck-fest down there. SummerMorning and Honey have changed it up a bit and finally seem to be in the rhythm, with her riding his cock wildly and it looks to me as if she’s cumming. Pop has flipped Cloudy to her back and is pounding into her and by the sound of her war cry, it looks like they’ll be picking up some points here as well. Mmmmmm…it’s hard to focus with you doing that, Lucky.”  
+“Is that right? My apologies, sweetie,” Lucky said and removed her fingers.
+“Noooo…” Colly whined.
+“Patience, gorgeous,” Lucky said as she moved the head of her cock to the redhead’s slick entrance and slid it up and down the length of Colly’s wet slit. “Excellent,” The brunette said as she pressed forward with her hips, sinking a few inches of the dildo into the smaller woman’s pussy. A loud cheer distracted her and she looked back to the competition even as she began a slow rhythm with her hips.
+“I can’t believe it! Time’s almost up and Black Tulip still hasn’t cum yet. Liar has cum three times now, accounting for the only three points on their score card. They’d better get a move on if they hope to even place. From the scoreboard, it looks like Lew and Lou are leading, with Cloudy and Pop close behind. SummerMorning and Honey123 are catching up and with only three minutes left in regulation, it’s anyone’s game.”
+“Oooooohhh, Lucky,” Colly breathed and pushed back into her fellow announcer. Lucky now had her fingers wrapped around the petite woman’s hips and was driving into her with long powerful strokes, adding a flourish of her hips on every other stroke. Colly’s knuckles went white as she gripped the table and the brunette smiled down on her before returning to the athletes below.
+“It’s okay, Red. I’ll take it from here. The judge stationed at Lew and Lou’s lane has just raised his flag twice, indicating that they’ve both climaxed. That puts them in the lead, but it seems as though dear Tatelou has passed out from the vigorous fucking of her partner and theirs will be the score to beat. Cloudy has just finished in a big way and Pops is lying atop her heaving and calling for oxygen. The medics standing by are rushing over to assist him and that team’s competition is over.”
+“Mmmmm…baby, yessssss…right there…harder!” Colly grunted and Lucky picked up the pace, slamming all nine inches of the black dildo into the writing woman bent over before her.
+“Damn you’re a hot little number, how much time before we sign off? I can’t split my attention up much longer,” Lucky heaved as she looked over to the time clock. “Thank God! A minute and a half remains folks and Black Tulip has finally let go. Liar has two fingers driving into her pussy, another finger in her ass and his tongue is flying over her clit. She’s cumming again and again. The judge in their lane has just rushed over to Cloudy and Pops’ judge, stolen his flag and is raising each one in rapid succession as the gorgeous Dutch woman fires off climax after climax!”
+“Omigod, Lucky, that feels incredible!” Colly yelled into her mic.
+“Red! The broadcast! Honestly…” Lucky teased, even as she leaned forward, pressing her breasts into the fair-skinned woman’s back. A loud slapping sound reverberated around the love shack as her hips slapped into Colly’s gorgeous ass and she reached around, finding the moaning woman’s clit with her fingers. “Where were we? Oh yes, thirty seconds remain and Summer Morning is going wild, slamming his thick cock into Honey’s tight ass. I don’t think they’re going to catch the Brits, but they’ve had a tremendous…ungh…showing here today…ungh…” Lucky grunted and wiped the sweat from her brow before adding, “I am soooo getting fired for botching this broadcast, but damn it all if it wasn’t worth it. Cum for me, beautiful.”
+Colly was moaning so loudly now that Lucky pulled off the smaller woman’s headset and tossed it aside, as she pressed hard circles into her excited clit with her free hand. Just then, the door flew open and Abstruse rushed in again.
+She was momentarily overcome by the sight of the two announcers writhing on the table like snakes in heat. She moved past them and hurriedly took a seat, grabbing one of the discarded headsets.
+“Oh for God’s sake, would you two get a room? I’m a very busy woman, you know. Stalking the beautiful Lauren Hynde is hard work and now I’m stuck doing your jobs for you!”
+She turned back to the glass partition, looking at the few stray arrows that were stuck to the glass front of the booth and choking back tears she started to speak.
+“Ladies and Litsters, may I have your attention please? It seems a few trolls were able to get past security and have made their way to the playing field. A cyclopic, teated troll was apprehended after using a bow and arrow to knock our poor Gosling out of the sky. Oh the humanity! I saw the whole thing happen. There were feathers everywhere,” She said with a sniffle.
+“Minsue was giving us an aerial report when out of nowhere she honked and gripped her chest before plummeting to the ground like a lawn dart. Paramedics, a vet and what appears to be a chef are arriving at the scene of the crash right now. She’s receiving mouth to beak resuscitation and is being carried off the field in a cardboard box. Oh, the horror! The horror! Why couldn’t it have been me?” Abstruse sobbed.
+Distraught with emotion over the apparent Troll terrorist attack, Abs laid her head on her arms across the desk. Sobs wracked her body making her unaware that someone else had entered the booth.
+“Hi Abs,” A sexy, self-assured voice called from the door.
+Recognizing the voice, she lifted her head slowly and turned in the chair only to find herself staring into the most intense blue-gray eyes she’d ever seen. It was none other than Lauren Hynde, the Portuguese panacea of phenomenal poetic proportions. The stalker was now the stalked.
+“Oh shit,” Muttered Abs. “Um, h…h…Hi, La…Lauren,” she stuttered and gulped as she moved to push her chair backwards, away from Lauren’s advancing form, only to bump into an unknown body part of one the sex crazed announcers who were totally oblivious to everything around them. Rising from her chair, she found she was trapped between the orgy behind her and the sultry siren in front of her.
+“I was just making the….uh…final announcements for the next…um…thingy coming up.”
+“Not too worry, my little shadow. I can do that for you,” Lauren said calmly as she stepped toward the stunned woman. “But as soon as I’ve wrapped up this broadcast…”
+Before Abs knew what hit her, she had been pushed back down into the chair she’d occupied only moments before. Lauren deftly whipped out the handcuffs she carried in case of emergency bondage situations and secured her captives wrists to the arms of the chair.
+“…I plan to show you the true art of stalking, up close and personal,” Lauren finished and crawled onto the bound woman’s lap. She then leaned to her left and pulled the headset from Lucky’s head, settled it on her own and slapped the brunette’s ass. Lucky was unfazed and continued pounding into her gorgeous co-anchor who was now mewling like a wild animal on the end of the large black cock sluicing in and out of her at incredible speed.
+“Okay, ladies and gentlemen, the final tone has just sounded, ending today’s Archery competition. Pop_54 is sucking on oxygen, Tatelou is being roused with smelling salts, and their teammates are lying spent beside them as the other two teams continue fucking, seemingly oblivious to the fact that the competition is now officially over. I’ve just received the official results and while the team of Summer Morning and Honey123 placed fourth, they are still enjoying a bit of healthy competition for the sake of getting off.”
+Lauren paused and looked down on Abs with a hungry look before grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling it roughly, forcing the fair-skinned woman’s head back and exposing her neck to the Portuguese beauty’s teeth. A growling moan could be heard through her mic as a full body jerk seized Abstruse. Lauren then sat up as though nothing had happened and returned to the listeners.
+“Pop_54 and Cloudy had a strong showing and will take the bronze with nine orgasms to their credit today. The newcomers to this event, Lewdandlicentious and Tatelou, walk away with the silver as their total stands at eleven. And in an impressive display of strategy and perseverance, Liar and Black Tulip are your gold medal winners, achieving a whopping fourteen climaxes, all but three of which were gained in the last three minutes of competition.”
+Lauren’s hand surreptitiously slid up Abstruse’s shirt and she opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted as Colly screamed out, “Oh yeah, you sexy bitch, fuck me harder!”
+Lauren and Abs turned their attention to the pair and watched in rapt fascination as Lucky reached up and grabbed two fistfuls of shiny auburn hair, using them for purchase as she forcefully fucked her screaming co-anchor. The look on Colly’s face was indescribable and it was obvious from the pants and squeaks spilling from her lips that she was loving every second of it.
+The normally unflappable Lauren Hynde yelled out, “Whoop! Lucky, I had no idea you were such a naughty girl! Give it to her!”
+“God, help me!” Abs whimpered under her breath, inadvertently recapturing Lauren’s attention.
+The raven-haired woman turned back to her and leaned in close to her ear, “Not even God can help you now, Yank.”
+Abstruse’s bottom lip quivered in fear and anticipation as Lauren returned to the task of announcing.
+“Before we sign off, I’ve just gotten word that our Eye In The Sky, Minsue the Gosling is receiving treatment at the local Emoticon Marketplace and is expected to make a full recovery. Thank you all for joining us today. Please tune in tomorrow for the Modern Pentathlon competition and remember the Literotica Olympics credo: Fuck early, fuck well and fuck often. This is Lauren Hynde, signing off for Lucky-E-Leven, Colleen Thomas, Abstruse and Minsue. Get naked and enjoy the rest of the games.”
+*End Transmission*
+
+"
+153,The Literotica Olympics Day,Black Tulip,Chain Stories,2004-07-09,2004-09-10,2022-01-08 03:54:48,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-literotica-olympics-day-10,1. Rest Day: Doping Scandal Report. 2. Event: Shot Put.,"['Blood Sugar', 'Gold Medal', 'Greco-Roman Wrestling', 'High Level', 'Literotica Olympic', 'Literotica Olympics', 'Olympics Day', 'Real Surprise', 'Regular Basis', 'Rest Day']",4.66,"**THE LITEROTICA OLYMPICS: DAY 10**
+Rest Day: Doping Scandal Report
+Olympic Sports Journal:
+Literotica athletes give doping new slant
+B. Tulip
+Amsterdam
+ _Scientists from the University of Amsterdam will publish an astonishing find in The Lancet next week. Their research was aimed at the effect of vitamins and minerals on athletic performance, but they have found evidence that taking these supplements could enhance your sex life. ""The results of our extensive research into the effects of various dietary supplements are beyond our wildest dreams"", says Professor Dr. Less Satyr, D.M.Sc., who conducted the study together with Dr. Daniël E. Likker, D.Sc. ""We all know the tales about eating oysters or eggs. There are however, substances in them that actually do work.""_
+Both scientists have been involved in studies relating to enhancing the body's performance before. This time their intention was to examine the effects of the various multivitamin preparations that increasing numbers of athletes are using. Due to the fact that the doping control is getting stricter with every event the use of ""natural"" supplements is becoming more widespread than ever.
+Who does not remember the sad tale of the one time Olympic hero Ben Johnson? His world record evoked, his gold medal taken away and finally banned for life. A competitor for this year's Literotica Olympics will think twice before using something to be found on the extensive list of prohibited substances. That list contains stimulants like various amphetamines, anabolic agents like steroids, cannabis and narcotics. And even the acceptable amount of alcohol in one's blood is now monitored for the different disciplines.
+ _A fact that the exuberant Honey123 seems to have overlooked. On multiple occasions she has been seen to sample the local spirits in abundance. On the other hand, her close relationship with LOC (Literotica Olympic Committee) official A7inchPhildo could explain the fact she has not yet tested positive. Sources from inside the Athens organization even testified to Mr. Phildo going down on Honey for quite some time right after the opening ceremony. It is even rumored that Ms. Honey shouted: "" Lick my bowl clean, please don't stop.""_
+A lot of athletes have voiced their approval of the new taste test.
+Due to the strict rules and regular controls on the use of substances that will enhance the body performance or affect the endurance, more and more athletes turn to products that can give them an edge that is acceptable, or at least will not be found in urine or blood samples. Thus the tremendous increase in the use of vitamins, minerals and spores.
+""It was the firm belief in vitamins voiced by some top speed skaters, that gave us the idea for this study. We wanted to find out if we could substantiate the claims."" Less Satyr is still smiling broadly at the findings he and his colleague Daniël E. Likker have come up with.
+""During our study we followed a group of athletes who took multivitamin tablets in addition to a nutritious diet and we compared their performance with a control group of athletes who simply followed the same diet. After six months we started to get side effects that gave our project a whole new outlook.""
+The side effect was an increase in sexual activity in the group of athletes who took the additional vitamins. After extensive testing both scientists were able to isolate a number of substances that were responsible for an increase in libido, the desire to have sex. Others were found to have an effect on the erection of the male athletes; making their erections come quicker, stay harder and allowed them to sustain an erection longer.
+It seems Daniël Likker's partner, a Ms. Claireblossom, was behind the inspiration to check the age-old aphrodisiacs for the presence of those elements. The result of that study is what has both middle aged scientists grin like a couple of juveniles. Asked if they have tested the finds of their study themselves, both men refused to comment but it is rumored that Dr. Satyr has left his wife of twenty years and is currently seeing one of the Olympic contestants, Angela146, who is said to have started an affair with Sweetnpetite. Some even have it that the successful biochemist is conducting new experiments on both ladies at the same time. Whether that is true or not, the fifty-odd scholar looks remarkably fit and energetic.
+In view of the happenings during the first half of this edition of the ""Literympics"" this paper deems it appropriate to share some of the results with its readers. It is, after all, right in front of your eyes, all you need is someone to tell you where to look.
+Oysters, yes the number one on the list of sexy food, contain a high level of zinc, a mineral necessary for the production of testosterone. If you eat enough oysters you can give your testosterone production a boost, resulting in an increase in libido. In lay terms, whether you are a man or a woman, you will want to have sex more often. _The evening before the opening ceremony there was a huge banquet with lots of oysters. Well, you have probably not yet forgotten what happened the day after at the cross-country. Tatelou and Lewdandlicentious were not even able to stop in between the judged events but screwed their way to the finish, if you'll pardon the expression._
+It is a well-known fact that chocolate makes women feel happy. Now we understand why. It contains chemicals that are similar to those found in marihuana, so instead of smoking a joint, you can set the mood by sharing some chocolate. _You don't believe us? The popular Abstruse has been heard to say, ""I want to die from a chocolate orgasm."" After which exclamation both CharleyH and Lucky-E-leven nearly jumped her on the spot, thinking she wanted to be coated in it. Well, maybe she did too._
+A lot of aphrodisiacs have an appearance that resembles genitals. Probably the best example is the asparagus. This vegetable however, has more than a suggestive form. It is rich in vitamin E and the research in Amsterdam confirmed the belief that this vitamin stimulates the production of our sex hormones. Another characteristic of asparagus consumption, which is generally not mentioned, is the smelly urine it causes the next day. It is now believed that this is due to methanethiol which is composed mostly of sulfur with a splash of hydrogen, plus some carbon, a brew famous for its effect in rotten eggs, cabbages and paper mills. But the real surprise is that methanethiol is a narcotic. _Have you watched the antics of ChilledVodka during the Greco- Roman wrestling? He is known for his fondness of asparagus, a preference he shares with the elusive Cloudy. Although the preferences of Ms. Cloudy are entailing more interesting habits. She frequently hints at her Native American roots, but it is strongly believed she does that in order to be allowed a regular ""peace"" pipe, with Honey123 among others. This newspaper knows what kind of tobacco is in there. Why isn't the LOC acting on this?_
+Have you ever looked at fresh figs? Really looked at them when they are cut in half? Exactly, they have a remarkable resemblance to the female genitals. Figs contain a high percentage of calcium and magnesium and are very rich in carbohydrates. That makes them a valued source of energy for athletes. Yes, of course because magnesium converts blood sugar into energy and the high level of calcium helps maintain proper nerve and muscle function. The tremendous energy boost you can get from eating figs has been quite noticeable during the various Olympic events. _Maybe you have not paid too much attention to one of the older participants? Next time you watch, keep your eye on Boxlicker101. He has a remarkable stamina for his age, which he showed clearly in the 4 x 100 relay and in the Nordic event. Some females even mentioned the fact that his behavior is sometimes close to lecherous. This paper learned from his greengrocer of more than 10 years, that Mr. Boxlicker has been starting his days with a portion of figs for the last decades._
+Another interesting item on our list is pine nuts. These are high in protein, and have been eaten in Europe and Asia since the Paleolithic period. Like most nuts they contain a lot of magnesium, potassium and arginine. We already explained what magnesium does. Arginine is an amino acid that provides nitrogen, which in turn helps ensure quicker, larger, harder, and longer- lasting erections. _Have you ever wondered what Rumple Foreskin is chewing all day long? Exactly, not chewing gum. Please remember his conduct during the cross-country and don't forget he was a Nordic champion in his time. If you want some more proof, just remember the way Pop-54 kept going in the Triple._
+The next compound on the list of aphrodisiacs has already been extensively researched and the evidence is overwhelming. ""Numerous studies have singled out carbohydrates as a critical nutrient in endurance exercise. Most of the studies to date have shown supplementation with glucose to provide the extra staying power. We were pleased to find that honey, a 'cocktail' of various natural sugars, performed just as well"", stated Professor Richard Kreider, Ph.D., director of the University of Memphis Exercise and Sport Nutrition Laboratory.
+ _No doubt Colleen Thomas will say she simply likes honey, apart from Ms. Hynde's honey, who is rumored to be her new lover. However, we have all seen how she bested Belegon, in more ways than one, we might add._
+Chili Peppers are hot to the taste because of the ""capsaicin"", a chemical that stimulates the nerve endings, raises the pulse and makes you sweat. It was always thought these physiological similarities to sexual arousal put the chiles on the list of aphrodisiacs. The real surprise is that eating hot foods also triggers the release of endorphins, those body chemicals that gives us a natural high that is conducive to love-making. _Maybe you do not really need to be convinced by now, but we will state a name all the same: Destinie21. Due to her Jamaican roots she has probably been exposed to hot food from a very early age, thus ensuring her high tolerance for it and explaining her enormous sexual appetite. You'll have no trouble finding some evidence for yourself._
+Avocados may remind you of body parts, the nutrients inside them certainly have something to do with sex. Apart from the vitamin C and the iron, which are healthy anyway, the study also revealed high levels of magnesium and calcium again. We explained earlier that magnesium converts blood sugar into energy and that calcium helps maintain proper nerve and muscle function. _Have you ever wondered about the way Cantdog functions? He was able to hold out quit some time at the Nordic._
+Eggs are of course **the** symbol for fertility and therefore closely tied in with sexuality. But again, the substances found in this incredibly interesting study are definitely doing their part in maintaining the belief. Once again a high level of calcium is found. Apart from the various vitamins, eggs also contain very high levels of phosphor and potassium. Phosphor is necessary for the building of our bones and teeth, but it is also vital for the conversion of sugar into energy, just like magnesium. It also enhances endurance. Potassium is even more critical. This mineral conducts nerve impulses and is well known for increasing athletic performance. It does something else as well. It assists in muscle contraction. _Did you know Jeanne d'Artois lives in the UK these days? Ever heard of the famous English breakfast with lots of eggs every day? You should no longer be surprised by the extremely uninhibited conduct this lady displayed during the opening ceremony. We were not able to find out anything about the diet of Vella_ms, but it would not surprise us if she turned out to be a vegetarian, given her performances up till now. We merely ask you to think back to her behavior at the Greco-Roman wrestling._
+Damiana, or wild yam, was used as an aphrodisiac in the ancient Mayan civilization, as well as for ""giddiness and loss of balance."" A Spanish missionary first reported that the Mexican Indians made a drink from the damiana leaves, added sugar, and drank it for its purported power to enhance lovemaking.
+The chemical composition of Damiana leaves is complex and all components are not yet identified but analysis shows that it contains chemicals that can increase sensitivity in the genitals. Damiana also has a reputation for inducing erotic dreams, when drunk at bedtime, although that property has not been proven in clinical trials.
+ _Whatever the case, both Sub Joe and Minsue were observed on a regular basis with their hands between their legs. And it is a well-known fact that they both have a fondness for herbal teas which no doubt include some Damiana leaves. Please think back to the 4 x 100 relay for a minute and the gold medal winners._
+Ever since the Dutch discovered the East Indies in the 17th century, their food has been enhanced with nutmeg. Soon after that the native rumors about the aphrodisiacal properties spread to Europe as well. You can probably guess what Satyr and Likker found. Nutmeg contains a substance called ""myristicine"". High levels of this component have been known to cause hallucinations and excessive intake can be very dangerous. Apart from the effect of myristicine on the awareness however, there is another interesting fact. Nutmeg oil carries ethereal oils that are established as precursors for psychedelic substances like mescaline.
+ _Oh yes, you better believe it, adding nutmeg to your diet on a regular basis makes you horny as hell. Proof is easily found by looking at contestants like Oggbashan and Edward Teach. Both men did very well during the 4 x 100 relay for instance._
+After presenting you with all these facts, it is obvious what question needs to be asked based on these findings:
+WHAT IS THE LITEROTICA OLYMPIC COMMITTEE GOING TO DO ABOUT THIS FLAGRANT DISREGARD OF THE RULES?
+It is our firm belief the public has a right to fair games and we think it is no more than common decency to increase the number of taste tests. If necessary before and after every event.
+The aforementioned inside sources confirm that Mr. A7inchPhildo agrees with our stance and it's likely that his colleagues will not raise objections either. Let's hope the LOC knows its responsibility and acts in a timely manner.
+ _Note from the editor: the fact that the writer of this article happens to be of Dutch descent is entirely accidental and the chief editor likes to express his firm belief that Black Tulip is completely nutmeg free._
+ **I would like to end this article with a very strong warning. DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME! The various substances and chemicals are for real. But nothing was said about the necessary amounts or the sometimes very nasty side-effects due to huge quantities.**
+
+"
+154,Literotica Reunion Ch. 1,Crystal,Chain Stories,2000-10-11,2000-10-11,2022-01-08 03:51:06,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/literotica-reunion-ch-1,Laurel & Manu prepare for party.,"['Entire Cock', 'Erect Cock', 'Laurel', 'Laurel Started', 'Lick Long', 'Literotica Reunion', 'Long Shaft', 'Manu', 'Removed Shorts', 'Small Office']",3.38,"As she gazed over the shimmering waves, watching the sunlight flicker on and off each small ripple, Laurel pondered on the next day's events. The reunion had taken the organisational skills of an air traffic controller and had certainly dominated her days over the past few weeks. But now with just one day to go she felt strangely calm about the whole affair. Manu had had his reservations about meeting Literotica members but had been gently persuaded by Laurel who had explained that at worst it would be a wasted weekend and at best the greatest orgy of all time!
+Laurel turned from the sunset view and gazed from the veranda into the small office where she could see Manu patiently downloading a new chat software program. The blue flicker of the computer screens created a translucent and almost alien light that both of them and grown accustomed to over the years. Running an erotic fiction website had been a fun idea to start with but as it grew increasingly popular the work involved escalated into a full time job. It was worth it though, she and Manu had had a lot of fun and had conversed with a lot of interesting people over the years and there was also, of course, a lot of sex. Whether it was the next installment from DCL or the most recent pictures from Kara, the office was a constant hive of sexual activity. As Laurel ploughed through her emails she was confronted with images of pounding cocks, heaving breasts, engorged pussies and cum, oh yes, there was cum absolutely everywhere. It was quite understandable therefore that she would need satisfying on a regular basis and fortunately Manu, as well as being a dab hand at modem repairs, was just the man to see to Laurel's increasingly large sexual appetite.
+After one last look at the disappearing sun Laurel took a last drag on her cigarette, filling her lungs deep with smoke before expelling in a long drawn out sigh. She turned once more and made her way through the hall and into the small office. As she manoevered herself around the swaying stacks of paper and discs she noticed, to her discontent, that Manu was now slumped over his keyboard quite obviously asleep. With a grunt she sat at her own terminal and proceeded to connect to the internet and logon to Literotica Chat. It wasn't long before she was in PM land with someone called CherryGirl. Laurel never used her administrative name in Chat as she enjoyed anonymity on the web. On this occasion she had decided to name herself 2big4u and had assumed the role of a 30 year old black male on the look out for a pussy big enough to shelter his enormous 10"" cock. It obviously wasn't long before an accomodating female decided that she was up to the challenge.
+As CherryGirl PMed her with promises of licking and sucking liked she'd never seen or felt, Laurel automatically drew her hand to her shorts and slowly started to caress her silky mound, feeling her moisture almost immediately. CherryGirl was explaining how she would lick and pump on 2big4u's monster of a cock almost till climax but that just before, she would draw herself over him and make him eat her pussy so hard that she would almost drown him. Then gently, she would poise her succulent pussy lips over his swollen member and tease him allowing his cock to enter her only slightly before withdrawing. This repeated process would drive him wild and just as he was to cum she would drive her body straight down his entire cock with a gut wrenching thud. Then together they would climax and he would fill her pussy with so much cum that it would come oozing down his penis and on to his balls. As Laurel read this description she removed her shorts and sat, legs wide apart with her right hand ferociously fingering herself.
+As she rubbed on her G-spot her left hand would caress her breasts and slowly make itself down to her clit until both hands were concentrating on her streaming pussy. As laurel writhed in front of her terminal she heard a murmur and realised that Manu had awoken and on seeing her had quietly started to do the same. He was standing behind her with his shiny erect cock in his hands gently tugging on it whilst enjoying the delights that Laurel was offering him. Laurel turned on her chair and beckoned Manu to come closer. Gently she held his fully erect cock and ran her fingers along his shaft from his balls to the tip. Manu winced with pleasure and urged her to take him in her mouth. Slowly she licked the tip of his cock feeling his precum on her tongue. She then progressed to lick his long shaft in long salivating movements intent on covering his entire cock with her saliva.
+As she continued, Manu reached down and lifted her thighs towards him so that her pussy was in full view. As Laurel started to suck hungrily on his cock, he inserted first two and then three fingers into her and started to pump on her G-spot causing her to moan and groan as she tugged and lapped on his member. Not before long, the pair were sprawled on the office floor tipping over piles of papers and overflowing wastebaskets. Laurel was on her knees facing away from Manu has he knelt behind her with his cock fully inserted in her pussy. As his strong penis glided in and out of her, Laurel again began to think of the next days events. They were expecting at least 15 people to come and some from as far as Europe. She wondered what they would all look at. Would XXplorer have greying hairs, would Deborah be as intimidating as she appeared on the Bulletin Board and would Hullo_nurse bring her uniform (she certainly hoped so!) With a groan, she felt herself cum and soon could feel her lover's cum soaking the insides of her vagina. With a sigh they fell into an embrace and gently stroked and held each other while the computers continued to hum and flicker as the emails arrived.
+The next morning, Laurel woke with a feeling of great anticipation and excitement in her stomach. The sky was blue and the sun was already casting a comforting warmth on the house and garden. Laurel propped herself on one elbow and peered through the bedroom to see Manu outside watering the garden. He wore only a pair of shorts cut from jeans and as he stood hosing the plants, Laurel couldn't help thinking how incredibly sexy he was. He had a well toned body and an even golden brown tan. The muscles in his thighs and arms rippled slightly with each movement and the splash from the hose made droplets of water roll down his back and his chest glistening in the sun. Laurel excitedly jumped up from bed and went to the shower. She simply couldn't wait for people to arrive. It was really going to be amazing - days at the beach and out on the boat, evenings in the garden drinking cocktails and of course sex. Lots of it if she was to have her way. As she showered she imagined human chains of writhing naked bodies - arms, legs, breasts, cocks, fingers all forming one uniform mass of sexual frenzy. As she dreamt of double penetration, sweet tasting pussy and multi orgasms she quickly found herself in a state of arousal. Not content on working alone, she quickly exited the shower and made her way to the garden with a towel wrapped loosely around her waist.
+When Manu saw her, he understood immediately what was on her mind and grinned wideley to her. He lessened the speed of the hose and slowly directed it towards the still wet Laurel. She felt the warm pulse of water on her skin and enjoyed its massaging qualities as it moved slowly from her shoulders to her breasts to her stomach. She quickly discarded her towel and moved to Manu, through the spray, and started to unbutton his shorts. Manu carefully held the gentle spray against Laurel and started to aim it at the insides of her thighs. As she removed his shorts, his glistening cock sprung out and called for her. Laurel, was close to coming now as the spray was directly on her clitoris massaging it like an expertly wielded tongue. Manu held the hose to her pussy as she started yet again to lick his long shaft. Soon the hose was discarded and Manu pounded into her flesh as she stood propped up at the side of the house. She drew her thighs around him and allowed him to enter her as deeply as possible. With a gasp he sprayed his load and together they shared their climax. Just as he was about to withdraw, they heard a voice. Someone had obviously decided to try the back of the house as no one was answering the front.
+""I see you've started without me! Well, I can see that this is going to be quite a weekend!"""
+155,Literotica Reunion Ch. 2,Sabrina,Chain Stories,2000-10-11,2000-10-11,2022-01-08 03:51:07,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/literotica-reunion-ch-2-1,Sabrina arrives.,"['Eve', 'Felt Hot', 'Front Door', 'Hand', 'Hswriter', 'Laurel', 'Literotica Reunion', 'Manu', 'Standing Naked']",3.46,"Laurel stood there, holding Manu, as the sun shone down on her wet glistening body. The pool hose lay on the ground, creating a steady stream that flowed across the patio, forming small puddles here and there. Laurel felt the spray trickle under her bare feet, tickling her toes.
+""Hey, I see you've started without me! Well, I can see that this is going to be quite a weekend!""
+Laurel turned. A blonde female stood there, suitcase in hand. ""Would one of you mind turning off the hose? It's getting my shoes wet."" Laurel watched as Manu rushed to turn off the hose. ""And can you also take my suitcase? It weighs a ton!""
+""Oh, um, I'll take it,"" Laurel reached out.
+""No, I'll take it!"" Manu lightly pushed Laurel away. The female handed him the case.
+""Must be nice to have such a big strong man around you,"" she smiled.
+""Yes, it is."" Laurel folded her arms. She felt a slight twinge of jealousy of the way Manu was falling over the visitor. ""Why did you bring so much stuff? You're only staying here the weekend.""
+""Well, I thought, if I enjoyed it, I might just stay a little bit longer than the other guests,"" the visitor smiled, pleasantly. ""If it's okay with you of course, Manu?""
+""Of course!"" he said, a little too enthusiastically for Laurel, who shot him a disapproving look. ""I mean, if it's okay with Laurel..""
+""It's fine with me."" Laurel returned the pleasant smile. But she hoped the girl wouldn't. Even though Laurel knew she was going to enjoy this weekend with the Literotica members, she was thankful that after it all, she would have Manu to herself. The prospect of sharing him with this stranger didn't fill her with delight.
+They stood there, uncomfortably. Manu switched the case to his other hand, trying to pretend it wasn't at all heavy.
+""So, if you guys standing round naked in your garden all day is normal, then I can't wait for the real action to start,"" the girl laughed.
+""No, we were - "" Manu cleared his throat. Laurel blushed as she realised she was still naked with this stranger in front of them. But she didn't have to worry much , for the stranger's eyes were else where.
+""Are there any others with you?"" Laurel tried to break the silence.
+""What did you say?"" the girl lifted her eyes from Manu's crotch.
+""I said, are there any others with you?"" Laurel repeated herself, irritated.
+""Oh, yes, um, I was with Hswriter and Eve. Hey guys!"" she yelled over her shoulder. Laurel peered past the girl to see Hswriter and Eve. They were embracing each other by the back door. The first girl rolled her eyes. ""They've been all over each other the whole way. Thank god there are more people here, it's time to get some action!"" She linked arms with Manu.
+Laurel walked over to the couple. ""So, did you have a good journey?""
+""Mmm.."" Hswriter murmured, with his hands pulling down Eve's top.
+""Um, if you can keep your hands off each other for just a moment, come and meet Manu,"" Laurel offered. Holding hands, the couple walked with Laurel to see Manu and the other girl.
+""OK, this is Manu, who I'm sure you'll be seeing a lot more of this weekend,"" Laurel pointed to her computer partner. She looked over at Manu who was still mentally undressing the first female. ""Stop it,"" she nudged him. That was typical of men. Couldn't he wait till their party got started? The girl would be undressed soon enough.
+""And, Manu, this is Hswriter and Eve.""
+""Nice to meet you,"" Manu said, his attention focused on his prize. Laurel rolled her eye for at least the second time in as many minutes. She turned back to the couple, who were now both naked from the waist up.
+Hswriter slowly pushed his tongue into Eve's mouth. They stood there, stuck together. He laid his hand on her chest, smoothly stroking her skin. His tongue moved to her breasts and she gasped as he gently licked them red. Her wandering hands found their goal and she deftly unzipped his trousers. He leant forward. She smiled as she felt the soft material of the skirt caress her legs as he pulled it down. She stepped out of it and looked at him challengingly. Smiling, he undressed too, and soon both of them stood there in the sun.
+Laurel bit her lip. She concentrated hard to try and stop her hand wandering to her crotch but unfortunately the only thing to concentrate on was them.
+""Do - do you want me to put your clothes somewhere?"" her voice came out weaker than she'd wanted it to.
+She frowned as they didn't hear her. God, she felt so hot. Standing there outside naked, with her body still damp from the pool hose frolic, yet she felt hot. She wished she'd had some clothes on so she could rip them off. Not taking her eyes off the two who were holding each other, Laurel dipped her hand into the pool water. I'll just splash myself with a bit of cool water, she thought. Starting with where she felt hot the most.
+God, she was still so hot. She ran her hand lightly across her pussy, wincing with pleasure as she felt the cold drops fall onto it. She tapped her clit with her middle finger. She really ought to be checking up on other guests, she really ought to be phoning them up or reading more emails, she really ought to be doing all that. But her eyes kept wandering back to Hswriter and Eve as she stroked her engorged clit. She watched as Eve took the man's penis and gently pulled it towards her. Hswriter pushed into her, causing them both to gasp with the sudden pleasure. She pulled him in tightly and soon all of him was in her. Laurel sank down further, her hand working away.
+As they started to quicken up, his penis thrusting inside of Eve, Laurel's fingers doubled their speed. She watched as they both came feeling the immense pleasure. They fell onto the floor, panting, gasping for breath. Laurel held her breath as she felt herself coming too. The guests, she thought. Screw the guests. She felt herself contracting as the orgasm flooded over her. Then she slithered off the bench onto the ground.
+""Well, that was fun!"" Hswriter said, helping Eve up. Laurel smiled. She turned to see if Manu had been watching. No one was there.
+""Where did Manu go?"" she wondered. Then she laughed. The same place as that other girl. God, he hadn't wasted much time.
+""Where are the other guests?"" Hswriter asked, wiping his forehead.
+Laurel frowned. ""What other guests? You two and that other girl are the first to arrive!""
+""I thought we saw someone go in through your front door."" Eve turned on the hose and showered herself. She passed it to Hswriter who held it above them both.
+""I'm pretty sure Manu locked the front door. He always does."" Laurel thought hard. ""And anyway, none of the guests were supposed to arrive before midday. You lot were early.""
+""Well I guess we could have been mistaken,"" Hswriter admitted. ""We two were pretty busy at the time."" They smiled at each other.
+""Maybe I should go and find Manu,"" Laurel took the hose and turned it off. She looked round the garden.
+""Oh I could think of more important things to ask him,"" Eve smiled.
+""Yes, I'm sure you could."" Laurel sighed. Yet another one to share Manu with. She should have thought about that a bit more before she invited so many female members.
+""Well, I need to go and get a towel. I'll see if Manu knows where some are,"" she winked at Laurel.
+""Wait, they're in the - "" Laurel called after her.
+""I said, I'LL ASK MANU!"" Eve yelled back.
+Laurel laughed nervously. Just her and this new guest standing naked all alone. She noticed his penis was back up in its full glory.
+""So, what shall we do now?""
+""You looked pretty lonely then,"" Hswriter took her arm. ""Why don't we go and have a little fun ourselves?""
+""Nothing wrong with that,"" Laurel smiled and let Hswriter lead her into the house. They walked through the kitchen and down the hall.
+""Let's find somewhere that's quiet and dark,"" Hswriter told her.
+""This'll do,"" Laurel opened the door to the small hall cupboard. Gently they crawled into the small space which stocked the spare pillows and mattresses. She heard him shut the door, erasing any tiny crack of light. She fell back on the soft comfy mattresses. He carefully manoeuvred onto her, giving her a soft kiss on her lips.
+""You're beautiful,"" he whispered into her ear.
+""You can't see me here in the dark,"" Laurel giggled back.
+""So?"" they cuddled, and she wrapped her legs around him.
+Suddenly Hswriter froze. ""Did you hear that?"" he asked. Laurel moved her hand behind her and shrieked when she felt someone. Quickly she fumbled for the light. The sudden burst of light caused them all to blink but slowly as her eyes re-focused, Laurel looked behind her. They both gasped.
+""When did you arrive?"" she asked."
+156,Literotica Reunion Ch. 3,Mrhappy,Chain Stories,2000-10-11,2000-10-11,2022-01-08 03:51:08,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/literotica-reunion-ch-3-1,Mrhappy & Manu get lucky.,"['Cock Sabrina', 'Cum Tits', 'Literotica Reunion', 'Manu', 'Mrhappy', 'Pressed Tongue', 'Pussy Sabrina', 'Sabrina', 'Sabrina Back', 'Sabrina Moved']",3.74,"Mrhappy reached down between her legs and gently explored her pussy. He parted her lips and was pleased to find that she was very wet. He began at the bottom of her slit, near her asshole and pulled his finger slowly through her wet lips. He slowed as he passed by her opening and dipped his finger in to wet it with her juices before he reached her clit. She moaned into his mouth and spread her legs slightly, allowing him better access to her pussy. He slipped his finger in and out a few times before withdrawing it and moved to her clit. She bit his tongue playfully as he found her clit and rubbed his finger around it softly. He felt Manu's hands come around her body in search of her breasts. She jumped between them as Manu found her nipples and rolled them in his fingers.
+Sabrina broke their kiss and began trailing her lips down mrhappy's chest. She wanted his cock in her mouth so she didn't spend too much time biting his nipples before she moved toward her goal. As she bent forward in search of his cock, she felt Manu spread her cheeks. His breath was hot as it caressed her ass and pussy, but not as hot as his tongue as he licked her in one slow movement, beginning at her clit and ending at her little, brown sphincter. ""Oohh, yesss Manu! Lick my pussy some more. Get it really wet and slide a couple of fingers in it. Then I want your tongue in my asssss!"" Eager to please, Manu quickly complied with her instructions and soon had two fingers moving in her pussy and his tongue probing her throbbing asshole.
+Mrhappy held Sabrina's ample tits in his hands and occasionally tweaked her nipples as she wrapped her lips around his cock and slowly descended down its length. Her tongue actively worked its way around the head of his cock as Sabrina began to move her mouth up and down on his shaft. She paused every once in awhile and pressed her tongue flat against the sensitive underside, just below the head. ""If you do that too many more times, I'm not going to be able to keep from cumming,"" he cautioned her, letting her know that her expert cock sucking was bringing him close to orgasm.
+Manu stood up and prepared to plunge his cock into Sabrina's hot, wet cunt. He pulled her cheeks apart with one hand and placed the head of his cock at the opening to her pussy. He moved the tip up and down her wet slit and eased the tip between the lips of her pussy. Sabrina felt the head of Manu's dick part the folds of her pussy and she pushed backwards, taking his entire length in one move. She grabbed mrhappy's hips at the same time and pulled him forward, causing the head of his cock to move past the back of her mouth. She opened her throat to accept all of him.
+Mrhappy and Manu looked at one another across Sabrina's back. Each had their cocks buried completely in this hot woman and they exchanged smiles. They paused for a moment as Sabrina moaned and wiggled between them. With Manu's hands on her hips and mrhappy's hands on her tits, they nodded and began their rhythmic fucking of Sabrina. They moved her back and forth between them. Alternately filling her mouth, then her pussy. Sabrina was beside herself lust. Her throat filled with mrhappy's cock as he pulled her by her tits toward him. Then, Manu would tighten his grip on her hips and pull her back, filling her pussy with his splendid, thick cock. ""I've never been fucked like this,"" and she wanted to let them know how good they were making her feel, but she was relunctant to turn loose of mrhappy's cock to do so. They began to increase their tempo and she began to sense her impending orgasm. ""Mmmph, yesss,"" she managed to moan around mrhappy's cock. Her moans raised their collective level of passion and they fucked with renewed frenzy as they sensed the approach of each other's orgasm.
+Manu was first to let them know and cried, ""Ohhhh, gaaawwwwdd, I'mmm going to cuummmm!!!""
+Sabrina pulled her mouth off mrhappy's cock and yelled, ""Put your finger in my asssss,"" then quickly plunged her mouth back down on his cock. She felt her own orgasm begin as Manu slid his finger in her ass and continued the assault on her pussy with his cock.
+Mrhappy's balls tightened as soon as Sabrina pressed her tongue firmly against the underside if his dick and began moving it back and forth against his 'man clit.' He let go of her tits and wound his fingers in her blonde hair as he began fucking her mouth in earnest. ""Just like that, Baby! Ohhhh gaawwwd yessss! Don't stop, keep suckiiiinnnnggg!"" He warned her in advance that he was getting ready to cum and loosened his grip on her hair.
+""Cum on my tits,"" as she began jacking his cock. ""Ooohhhh gaaawwwd, I'mmm cuuummminnng!"" She bucked her hips into Manu as she cried out in exstacy.
+Mrhappy watched as his cock began unloading on Sabrina's tits. He threw his head back and let his pleasure explode from his lungs as well, ""Ahhhgrph, ssshiiittt.....Yesssssss.""
+A few more strokes of Sabrina's suctioning pussy soon took Manu over the edge. He pulled his cock from Sabrina's pussy, layed it in between the cheeks of her ass and squeezed them together as he continued to pump his hips. ""Aaahhhh, I'mmm cuummming,"" his cum shot out and landed between her shoulder blades. Each thrust of his hips brought a new load from his balls and he continued until Sabrina's back was covered with his seed.
+Spent, they began to unfold from their coupling (trippling?). Manu sat back on the floor and mrhappy fell back on the bed. Sabrina moved back, grabbed Manu's cock and slid it back inside before sitting in his lap. She and mrhappy locked eyes as she rubbed his cum into her tits.
+The doorbell rang and mixed with the sounds of their labored breathing. Nobody moved immediately. Mrhappy glanced at the clock and realized that only 20 minutes had passed since they'd first entered this room. ""I'm glad I refilled my Viagra prescription,"" he thought. ""I think I'm gonna need it!""
+They donned their reunion robes and went to see who the new arrivals were."
+157,Literotica Reunion Ch. 3,Laurel,Chain Stories,2000-10-11,2000-10-11,2022-01-08 03:51:07,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/literotica-reunion-ch-3,The party gets started.,['Literotica Reunion'],,"His strong hands clutched the girl, softly denting her thighs. A mist of perspiration clung to their skin, accentuating the muscles in his arms and the curves of her breasts as they push-pulled toward ecstasy. Watching, Laurel became them both - at once the girl being filled and emptied, then the man as he gripped her hips and plunged deep into her soft warm wetness. Laurel's right hand found her clit while her left parted her robe, cupping her breast, lightly squeezing the now-hard salmon-colored nipple. Blood rushed to her face and neck, painting her ivory complexion a mottled pink, as she watched the couple's movements grow faster and more intense, nearly violent, until he went rigid, his head thrown back, and collapsed on top of her.
+That did it - Laurel came like a rocket.
+When the orgasm subsided, she opened her eyes to find the couple peering at her from the bed. Her blush deepened.
+""Oh, just checking on you guys, making sure you found everything. Looks like you did!"" Laurel hurriedly fastened her robe and started to shut the door.
+""Don't go - stay!"" Sabrina urged, licking her lips. Her eyes lustily roamed Laurel's satin-covered figure. ""We have so much catching up to do!""
+""Yeah, stay! You're the host - don't let us drive you away!"" HSWriter smiled sweetly, wrapping a forearm around Sabrina's waist.
+""No, thanks. Everyone's gonna show up soon - I've gotta greet them, play hostess, you know!"" She backed clumsily out of the room. ""And no rush, guys - dinner won't be ready for a couple hours, so take your time,"" she added with a wink, and left.
+As she made her way back to the living room, Laurel contemplated all that had happened within the last hour. She wondered how Manu was faring. Despite the fact that they ran a sex site, neither of them had ever had sex with their pets or family. Nor were they in the habit of dressing in latex and whipping each other, or engaging in Roman orgies in San Francisco. This weekend would be a new experience for them, and they greeted it with a mixture of fear and great anticipation.
+Orange light tinted the living room as the sun dropped into the darkening sea. No Manu here - where could he be? Had the embarrassment of the garden incident driven him from the house? Shit, she thought to herself. The last thing she needed was to drive all over the county looking for his embarrassed (though nicely shaped) ass! She sighed, then heard a little tinkle of a laugh. A woman's laugh. Coming from the den.
+She peeked around the corner and found Manu in the Eames lounge chair. In his lap sat a lovely young woman, her bright eyes glittering, her arms draped languidly over his shoulders. Manu wore an expression of guarded excitement. He said something Laurel couldn't catch; another peel of laughter escaped the girl. As she threw back her head in glee, dark sultry curls spilled over her back, allowing Laurel to read the embroidered name resting on the ample bosom: SpecialK. She smiled as Kay took Manu's face in her hands and touched her lips to his. Manu's hands found Kay's buttocks, and Laurel could see the pinkness of Kay's tongue slip into Manu's open mouth.
+As they deep kissed, she untied her robe. She guided his hands to her lovely, large natural breasts, which he cupped and fondled lustily, never breaking eye or lip contact with her. Laurel shuddered, knowing full well the effect of his steel blue eyes, full of lust. Kay moaned, parted Manu's robe, and gripped his engorged cock. (Laurel had no idea how many inches long or thick Manu's cock was; she only knew that her own pussy was a better measuring device than all the rulers in the world, and he filled that amazingly well.) Kay kissed his neck, his chest, his stomach, the tip of his penis. Manu's eyes widened as she took him deep between her soft pink lips as she pushed her gorgeous chest against his legs, her butt posed seductively up in the air.
+His eyes wondered the room in half-lidded ecstasy, then connected with Laurel's. An ""Oh Shit"" expression widen his eyes, but she shook her head and gave him a thumbs-up sign. Quietly, Laurel crept across the den's wood floors and stood behind Kay. Her fingers touched her Kay's silken inner thigh; Kay jumped, startled, then continued to swallow Manu's erection as Laurel explored her exposed femininity. Laurel stared deep into Manu's eyes as she slid her finger over Kay's moist vulva, then deep into her love canal. Kay's tight cunt gripped Laurel as she pumped her index finger deep inside her while stroking her clit with her ring finger.
+""Having fun, are we?"" a deep voice whispered in her ear. Large hands pulled her against a man, a taller man... She turned her head. His expressive eyes met hers; he smiled a sweet smile. She knew immediately...
+""Dixon?"" His grin broadened in confirmation. He kissed her lightly, then glanced over at Manu, not wishing to offend him. Manu watched Kay's mouth work his member, entranced. Satisfied, Dixon kissed Laurel's forehead, then guided her to the floor. She positioned herself between Kay's thighs. Face to pussy with Kay, Laurel suddenly wondered what the hell she was doing. Here she lay, about to engage in cunnilingus with a woman to whom she'd never even spoken... Had she lost her mind, or at the very least, her good judgement?
+All doubts dissolved as Dixon's strong hands unwrapped her from her satin cocoon, fondled her tight, petite body. He bit-licked her nipples and breast flesh, then gave her a sexy smile as he slid downwards. A knee over each shoulder, he grazed her swollen pink lips and clit with the tip of his tongue. Laurel groaned into Kay's wet pussy, causing Kay to moan over Manu's organ, the vibrations of which fetching a deep sigh from Manu.
+Kay sat up, and Laurel rolled over onto her stomach, wanting to watch what she knew would happen next. Kay straddled Manu, and Laurel looked on lustily as Kay placed the tip of his large red organ against Kay's wetness. Dixon lifted Laurel onto her knees and elbows. Kay arched her back, and slowly slid down onto Manu's pole. Laurel watched Kay's lips part and accept Manu's offering as Dixon pressed his 13"" cock (or so he claimed) into Laurel's hot shaven tightness. They both groaned at the intensity of the feeling. Thirteen inches or not, it stretched Laurel in all the right ways.
+Dixon's hands moved from Laurel's petite waist to her tiny bottom, gripping her asscheeks as he slid in and out of her. Her pink pussy looked magnificent impaled upon him; it felt like sliding his cock into a thick, exquisite oil. Laurel was overcome with the sensation of his thickness spreading her, plunging deep into her. She peered over her shoulder. His eyes shot her a look part seduction, part bare animal lust, and a warm tingle crept over her body.
+She turned and watched as Kay bounced greedily upon Manu's shaft. Her cunt looked stretched, filled to maximum capacity, yet she plunged him in and out of her swiftly, deeply, and wetly. Kay's moans mingled with Laurel's, and soon the men began to also make noises of intense lust and pleasure. Laurel dropped her shoulders to the floor and began to move her hips in rhythm with Dixon to get the deepest penetration possible, all the while watching Manu as he too lifted his hips to meet Kay's motions. Laurel caught a glimpse of Manu's face - a mask of total wanton lust. That pushed her over the edge - she pushed herself harder, faster against Dixon. He accommodated her speed, plunging deep into her pussy, grabbing her ass tightly, watching himself sink deep within her, until...
+""Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!""""
+""Auuughhhhhhh!!!""
+""Arrrrggggghhhh!!!""
+""Oooooooooohhhhh!!!!!!!""
+A four-way simultaneous orgasm.
+The sound of appplause roused the four of them from their sweaty post-lust collapse. A crowd stood at the doorway to the den, their faces flushed from the show they'd watched. Laurel laughed, totally embarrassed for the second time that day. She hunted around for her robe. (What's the use of covering up now? she asked herself.) The crowd of new people had all discovered the packages she had left for them, and donned their robes. On their chests, she saw the names: Deborah, the blondie giggling behind her hand; Southernhelle, raising a perfectly curved eyebrow at the scene; demure Butterfly, her hands cupped over her mouth in amazement; mrhappy, his face a satisfied smirk; Michael, looking on in disbelief; hullo_nurse, her face full of undisguised lust; Eve, the mocha goddess towering above the other women; Shintani, trying to cop a feel of Eve's ass; BluesmanII, asking himself what he'd gotten himself into; and a mysterious, lanky, mustashioed Texan.."
+158,Literotica Reunion Ch. 4,Fallen Angel,Chain Stories,2000-10-11,2000-10-11,2022-01-08 03:51:12,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/literotica-reunion-ch-4-1,The group gets down to business.,"['Bluesman', 'Finished Undressing', 'Hips Feel', 'Laurel Manu', 'Left Nut', 'Literotica Reunion', 'Nipple Teasing', 'Pool Beach', 'Put Robes', 'Walk Closet']",3.96,"It had been a long trip and spending last night in Vegas hadn't helped any. Why hadn't he just pulled into a nice motel and got some sleep? But that city with all those lights and the lure of easy money was just something he couldn't pass up. Lady Luck hadn't smiled on him though and now here he was at the reunion tired and with half of his cash gone. Thank goodness Laurel and Manu's place hadn't been too hard to find, once you found the ocean. How do they hide something that big?
+He got out of the truck and wiped his pointy toed boots on his bluejeans and adjusted his new Stetson hat. ""Zeke you stay here and guard the truck. Good boy."" The ocean breeze felt good on his face and smelled of salt and clean air. The big orange ball settled into the waves and a small flurry of cars arrived. They waved to each other and laughed nervously as they went up to the door. Several of them had bags and Fallen wondered if he should have brought his bag in.
+Eve greeted them at the door and invited them in. She looked stunning in a satin gold robe with her name embroidered just above where her breast showed, its nipple hard with excitement. She showed them the closet where the golden boxes were and informed them of the house rule that Laurel had set. No one was allowed to wear anything but the robes while in the house. Deborah objected, ""What is this Adolfa's prison camp?""
+""I didn't make the rule. You can talk to Laurel about it if you want to."" Eve wasn't sure how to react to Deborah, she was only doing this because everyone else was busy and she wanted to see what the new arrivals looked like.
+Deborah may have bitched about the rule but she didn't wasted any time shedding her clothes. Nurse and Helle had both started to strip before her but she managed to have her cute bare but in the closet before them. ""I better not find a box for XX or Rodrigo in here. Those assholes wouldn't write a chapter and I be damned if they get to see my but."" She found her box but kept digging till she was sure that there were no extra boxes. Nurse and Helle waited for Deborah to finish looking while they watched the others undress. Helle her green eyes flashing, smacked Deborah on the ass, ""Move it so we can get our robes. You can worry about XX somewhere besides in there.""
+Deborah turned to protest but the beautiful redhead looked like she meant business and she was intimidating with those big tits jutting out in front. Deborah decided to move and went to question Eve again on just who was here.
+Mrhappy had been the first of the guys to get undressed. He and Nurse discussed viagra and it's benefits as they stood waiting for Helle to find her robe. The benefit Mrhappy got from its use stood out like a flagpole. Nurse was wondering if the climax was the same as with a natural hardon and Mrhappy promised to show her as soon as possible. When Helle moved to put on her robe, Nurse got out the box for her and the one for Mrhappy.
+Shintani and BluesmanII finished undressing and tried to nonchalantly walk over to closet with their dicks waving in front of them. They both turned red as the ladies eyes followed the movement of their cocks bobbing up and down as they walked. They were quick to put on the robes but Shintani had to flash the ladies as he walked up to the group. Helle and Deborah couldn't wait any longer and headed off to find Laurel and the others.
+As the last three finished undressing, Butterfly who had been talking with Michael looked over at Fallen, ""I have always heard that everything was bigger in Texas, now I'll get to find out.""
+""Well ma'am I hope you won't be disappointed, but I've always heard that it wasn't the size of the horse that counts but the smoothness of his gait."" Fallen got up and walked over to the closet placing his hat on one of the shelves. He grabbed the last three boxes and handed Butterfly and Michael theirs. They put on their robes and walked over to where the others had gathered.
+Butterfly had worried that she might be a little old to compete for attention with all the younger girls but here she was with a lanky cowboy on one side and an older version of Tom Cruise on the other. Her juices were beginning to flow just thinking of the possibilities.
+The scene in the den was awe inspiring. They reached a climax together and everyone felt like cheering but managed to keep it down to a round of applause. The four of them seemed flustered by the audience but recovered quickly and came to greet the new comers.
+Laurel and Manu welcomed the group to their home. ""Please make yourself at home in our home. There are computer terminals for use in the office and a pool or the beach if you want to swim. We will set out a buffet in a few minutes. Beds and bedding are available but you will have to work out the sleeping arrangements on your own.""
+HSWriter and Sabrina showed up from the back of the house, unsure of what was going on and looking like kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar. Deborah and Helle cornered Dixon and were demanding that a measurement be taken to prove his claim of 12 1/2 inches. People were breaking up into little groups, getting acquainted and trading stories.
+SpecialK came up to introduce herself and Fallen tried to compliment her, ""Ma'am I enjoyed the ah. I liked watching ah. Oh hell that was so damn hot.""
+Kay blushed, ""Glad you enjoyed it but if I had known we were being watched I couldn't have done it. Have you found where everything is yet?""
+""No ma'am just the front rooms. I wouldn't mind finding the bathrooms and bedrooms or where to put my clothes.""
+""If you would stop calling me ma'am, I'd be happy to give you a mini tour. It feels like everyone is staring at me now. Does any one else want to come along?""
+Michael, Butterfly and BluesmanII all joined the little tour and went to collect their things from the living room. Fallen felt much better as he gathered his clothes and boots. His wallet was in the toe of one of the boots and it would be hell to get back to Texas without it. He should have left it in the truck but hadn't expected to get naked as soon as he came in the door. Butterfly who claimed she had packed light, had a suitcase and makeup case. BluesmanII had his clothes and a briefcase, ""My poetry, a few stories, and my laptop."" Michael had brought two suitcases and was teased a little for it. His comment as he ran a comb through his thick black hair was, ""A person needs to look his best at all times.""
+SpecialK talked as they walked through the house, ""Pool and beach through those doors. Closet with extra bedding and mattresses. Office and master bedroom on this side. Guest rooms and bathroom on this side."" They walked in the first bedroom. It was beautiful with a king size four-poster bed with canopy. It had a door to a walk in closet. The other door went to a vanity area with doors to the other bedroom and a bath area, with a shower big enough for four people.
+In the other bedroom they found a young lady with shoulder length black hair sitting on one of the double beds biting her fingernails. Her deep green eyes looked up at them as they came in.
+""Hi guys how is the party going?""
+SpecialK sat down next to her and asked, ""What's wrong? Why are you sitting in here all alone?""
+Crystal looked into Kay's dark brown eyes, ""I am scared of going out there with all those people. It seemed like such a good idea to come here. It was great when there was just a few people but I'm not ready for that."" She clicked a remote control for the television and the screen focused on a group of people some with gold robes on some with nothing on.
+Michael spoke up first, ""That's the den. Manu must have this place wired for video.""
+Butterfly sat down next to Crystal and turned off the television. ""Crystal no one is going to make you do anything you don't want to do. You guys be sweethearts and put all the bags and stuff up in the other room, while we talk to Crystal.""
+Bluesman found the remote first and turned on the TV in the other room. A quick scan of the channels showed that there were several cams on, in and around the house. Fallen pointed to a small digital cam mounted by the TV on the wall. ""They must have put in extra wiring when they built the house for a security system. With the price of a remote cam today you could put one anywhere you had a connection. Hey isn't that Nurse with Mrhappy and HsWriter in the living room?""
+Bluesman laughed, ""Yeah looks like she is showing HS some of her oral techniques and Mrhappy is demonstrating the uses of viagra. Hey look they found a measuring tape."" An image of Deborah and Southern_helle filled the screen. They had Dixon hard again and were trying to get him to hold still so they could get an accurate measurement. He seemed to be bargaining with them to let them measure his monster. As the cam panned the area again, you could see Laurel, Manu, and Sabrina putting out the food for the buffet and in the shadows of the living room a couple engaged in a conversation that required no words only body language. ""Isn't that Shintani and Eve?""
+Fallen replied, ""I think so. I know that the woman is Eve. What I wouldn't give to be her Adam, why I would give Michael's left nut just for the chance.""
+""You would have to cowboy since your whole body isn't worth what my left nut is.""
+""Hell I spent more in beer for these little love handles than you spent at the gym to look like that.""
+""Well you wouldn't have those handles if you worked out.""
+""Hey pretty boy, work a day in my boots and that gym will seem like a picnic.""
+Bluesman looked at both of them and asked, ""Are you mad at each other?""
+Fallen, ""Nope just bored.""
+Michael, ""No, but I wish the girls would hurry.""
+Butterfly came in and asked Bluesman if there was something else on that TV besides cams. ""No but I can get a shot of the beach and the ocean on one of them. See,"" he answered.
+""Great leave it on. Now guys Crystal needs a little help to get over her jitters about the reunion,"" Butterfly paused and looked at each of them. ""I told her we would stay with her till she felt like joining the others. First we have get her to relax around us then maybe she will feel confident enough to leave the bedroom. Bluesman be nice and recite some of your fine poetry to her. Dim the lights and you two behave,"" she said as she looked at Michael and Fallen.
+""I don't want to behave. I have wanted to hold you in my arms and make love since I meet you. The way your face lights up and your eyes sparkle when you laugh, falls upon my soul like rain on dry dusty ground. I want to feed upon your lovely charms. Make love like a river that slowly filters through dappled ponds till it falls thundering and roaring over the edge of a precipice."" Fallen put his arms around her and pulled her to him. He placed a long slow lingering kiss upon her soft full lips. Their lips parted and his deep blue eyes stared into her big brown eyes. ""I want you now.""
+""Is it warm in here or is it just me? Hold that thought till I get back cowboy."" She gave him one more kiss and left his arms to go and get Kay and Crystal.
+Michael turned to Bluesman and commented, ""It's easy to tell who's writing this page.""
+Butterfly was soon back with the other two. Bluesman sat on the king size bed and read them his poetry. Crystal leaned on Bluesman's shoulder and listened as he read from his notebook. They quickly forgot about the others in the room as they talked about poetry, writing, and each other.
+Kay and Michael listened to the poetry and talked. They watched Butterfly and Fallen till good manners caused them to look somewhere else. When Bluesman and Crystal decided to leave they asked them to tell everyone that they would be along shortly. Crystal seemed to be doing fine now and left holding hands with Bluesman.
+SpecialK had her hand in Michael's robe stroking his dick as they discussed the thread about favorite positions. He had her robe open and was gently playing with her nipple teasing it. They kissed and he began to nibble on her ear. She warned him that if he didn't stop he was going to be raped. He whispered in her ear, ""It isn't rape if I go willingly."" Michael's hand slipped to her waist and he urged her to roll on top of him. He licked the inside of her ear and she shivered. Their robes had fallen open and his hard dick was nestled in her curly brown bush. He leaned back as she wiggled against his pelvis feeling her wetness when he slipped between her lips. She moaned and he reached up and held her large breasts. She leaned down and kissed him, biting him lightly on his lip. She sat back up and slowly slid up and down on his now slippery pole, finally she leaned over and kissed him again. She slid upward till his dick sprang free and then slid down encasing it in the warm tight grip of her womanhood. Kay broke the kiss and leaned back placing her hands on his chest. Her long red fingernails made little dents in his skin as she made little circular motions with her pelvis. She drove his dick deeper and deeper into her until her weight rested on his thighs.
+Kay loved the feeling of being filled with that hard flesh. The black curly hair around the base of his dick tickled her clit as she wiggled and she pinched his nipples with her long nails. He bucked and she lifted up till he was halfway out then she lowered back down. They got in rhythm and their long slow strokes steadily increased in speed. Michael knew that he couldn't last much longer with Kay milking his dick with her cunt. She was driving him to a climax and he wouldn't leave her behind. He moved one of his hands from her hip so that he could play with her clit. She moaned loudly and they lost their rhythm for a moment. She knew he was close and so was she. She looked down at his flushed face smiled, pinched his nipples, and tightened the grip her cunt had on his dick. He thrush upward and filled her with his seed. The hot cum spurting from the dick inside her and his fingers working her clit pushed Kay over the edge. Her orgasm was a hard one and as it faded she stretched out on top of Michael and kissed him long and hard. She asked him, ""Should we wait for those two or just go get something to eat?""
+Butterfly came and stood between Fallen's legs as he sat on the edge of the bed. Their hands gently rubbing each other's body as they listened to the poems. When Bluesman had finished reading ""Annapolis by Tryst"" Butterfly asked, ""Now where were we?"" Fallen reached out and opened her robe. Her full breasts hung like orbs of exotic fruit ripe for picking, their nipples large exclamation points. He reached out and rolled one of them between his thumb and finger causing her to moan in delight.
+""Do you want me?"" he asked.
+""Yes. I wanted you when I saw you walking to the door in your boots and hat."" Butterfly blushed a deep red and went on, ""After watching you undress and walk over to get the robes I knew that I had to find out what kind of lover you were."" Fallen leaned forward and licked the nipple on the breast he had cupped in his hand. ""Ooh I can't talk when you do that,"" she had her hands on his shoulders but made no move to push him away. He circled her nipple with his tongue and then kissed it.
+They looked into each others eyes and knew that the time had come. He pulled her down to the bed with him their lips meeting in a long passionate kiss. His tongue parted her lips and she sucked it into her mouth. They lay kissing like two young school kids for what seemed like hours. Leaving her sweet full lips behind he traced a trail of love nips and kisses between her breasts and down across her firm waist till parting her legs, he paused.
+There before him was the altar that most men worship at. The place from which they came and spend most of their life trying to return to. Hidden within the folds of those sweet lips was a pearl of erotic delight and he a pearl diver. Tenderly parting them with his hands he licked from the bottom to the top sending a shudder through her body. Again and again he licked sometimes stopping to circle the pearl but never lingering. Now reaching as deep as possible inside the steamy hot hole then flattening his tongue as he licked upward across her sensitive clit. Her moans have now become laced with words, words of encouragement and lust. He slips a finger and then two in her hot recesses probing for that spot somewhere behind the pearl. His tongue flickers to a swift beat and his hand tries to follow the tune. His lips lock around her clit and he sucks on it feeling it roll between his lips. Her words are now merely sounds as the orgasms build each a little stronger than the last. She is sensitive beyond belief. He stands never slowing the rhythm of his hand, replacing his tongue with his thumb, the assault on her clit never slowing.
+Suddenly it stops and his hand is gone. She tries to catch her breath knowing what is to come but failing, as anticipation makes her hold it. She is wet, dripping wet from her own fluids and from his tongue. A soft satiny rod rubs along her outer lips brushing the tip of her clit causing her to gasp. It moves downward and inward filling her with new levels of sensations. Each stroke going deeper and filling her to the limit. Making her believe she can take no more but hoping that she can. When at last he finds the end and bottoms out pressing against her cervix in the far reaches of her womb. Her pain and pleasure signals are confused as she reaches a climax seldom achieved before. She cries out in pain and pleasure. She asks him to be gentle and he promises to try. Now that he has plumbed her depths, he begins a slow dance. Holding her hips he speeds up his strokes trying to stay just off the bottom. He uses his thumb to play with her clit as she begins another orgasm. He can feel her press into him driving his shaft inward till it presses hard against her. Her inner walls spasm with contractions gripping his shaft and waves of sensations flood her body He worries for fear of causing her pain and lays on top of her, kissing her as he grabs her arms and rolls.
+Butterfly is on top now and can control the depth and speed to her own liking. He similes and reaches upward for her swaying breasts. Kneading them and tweaking the nipples. She leans down and places a gentle kiss on his mouth, pressing hands and breasts into his chest. ""It's your turn now,"" she says just before slipping her tongue in his ear. Rising, she places both hands beside his head and slides down till she is pressed tight against shaft.
+She begins slowly. Both of them enjoying the feel of his cock as it slides in and out, probing different regions as she changes angles and strokes. The tempo picks up and her thrusts are short and fast. Her thrusts are meet by his and his hands grab her hips. They can feel the rising need, as instinct becomes paramount and reasoning only a hazy memory. They have become one body and one mind whose sole purpose is to reach the peak of ecstasy. Waves of heat and sensations pour forth as her orgasms builds. She takes him deeper and deeper wanting all of him within her. Sweat glistens on their bodies and their breathing is ragged. Gentleness has left him and he is intent only on the need to fill the warm wet glove that engulfs the center of his consciousness. He knows the end is close and can feel his body ready itself for the moment. Little spikes of pain enter the flow of feelings as she feels the pressure at the end of the strokes. She is so sensitive now that each stoke causes a mini orgasm. She wants all of him in her when he cums, and he is close, she can tell. She abandons all caution and plunges down upon him. His hands pull her hips to him and she can feel the head of his dick slip through the barrier allowing her to take the last of him in. He can control it no longer when he feels her slip down to the base of his rod. ""Augghh,"" he cries as his balls convulse and empty their creamy load into her. She can feel the pulses rise up his shaft and erupt in hot spurts deep inside her. She is close to fainting as her orgasm peaks. The waves of pleasure covering the fading pain. A new wave starts with each pluse of hot cream splashing inside her. His balls empty quickly but he holds her in place savoring the feeling. He watches as she slowly returns to reality from the peaks they have climbed.  
+She smiles at him and says, ""Whew I didn't think you would ever let me catch my breath.""
+""Your not supposed to,"" he says as his hands slid up her back. Enjoying the feel of her skin his hands travel to her breasts.
+Butterfly looks around and frowns, ""Hey everyone left. Do you know when?""
+""Sorry I busy doing something else. Do you want to stop and go look for them?""
+""No silly,"" She starts to wiggling around on top of him. ""Just how big are you anyway? I'm not used to one that bottoms out.""
+""Oh my dick is just barely long enough to reach the end. If it was any shorter the head would fall off. But it isn't anywhere near as long as Dixon's.""
+""Wise ass. I think I like you better when you are using your mouth for something besides talking.""
+Taking the tit in his right hand, he puts it to his mouth and sucks on the nipple.
+""She could feel him shrinking but the head of his dick was still lodged deep within her. She wiggles again and they both felt it slip back through her cervix.
+He released the nipple he was teasing with his mouth. ""Oh. Damn I enjoyed that. Do we have to move or can we just stay like this? I can think of several other things we could do.""
+""I enjoyed it too but we really should go and mingle. I have wanted to meet these people since I first read their stories and we are going to miss it if we stay here.""
+""You're right. There are several of those authoresses that I would love to meat our eat.""
+Butterfly laughed and smacked Fallen on the arm, ""You are terrible. Not even out of one pussy and talking about doing another.""
+""Hey I offered to leave it and let it soak. Truthfully I want to go and talk with everyone too. I just hate to leave such a comfortable spot.""
+They got up and showered, washing each other's back. Putting on their robes, they left the bedroom for the festivities in the main area."
+159,Literotica Reunion Ch. 4,Deborah,Chain Stories,2000-10-09,2000-10-09,2022-01-08 03:51:11,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/literotica-reunion-ch-4,"The reunionites play a little, um, ball.","['Asked Nurse', 'Butterfly', 'Cover Story', 'Deborah', 'Fallen Angel', 'Foul Shot', 'Helle', 'Literotica Reunion', 'Manu', 'Play Ball']",4.11,"The pounding on the door became intense as Mrhappy went to see who the new arrivals were. As he opened the door he was pushed aside by the rush of bodies stampeding inside. It was everyone!
+Introductions were made all around as those who had already arrived met those who just arrived. Only two were missing as warm hugs, little smooches and handshakes were exchanged. SpecialK and Manu were missing.
+""Where is SpecialK?"" asked BluesmanII.
+Just then SpecialK emerged shyly out of the bathroom, her gold robe closed up to the neck and the sash firmly tied. Upon seeing the fanatic horny look on the faces of the new arrivals, her eyes popped open as wide as saucers and she contemplated returning back to the bathroom and locking the door for the duration of her stay.
+""Don't be shy, girl!"" Nurse demanded as she tore SpecialK's robe from her body. ""I see naked bodies all the time. The job, ya know.""
+The men gasped as they gazed upon SpecialK's body. She rather enjoyed the special attention and soon got over her shyness.
+Deborah, Helle and Nurse snuck off to find Manu as SpecialK distracted the others and Crystal and Butterfly began to entertain all with tales of their incredibly eventful journeys to nirvana, the Literotica Reunion.
+""Yeow!"" cried Manu.
+""Dammit, Deborah, don't bite me when I'm talking on the phone. And Helle, get your tongue out of my ass. You're tickling me.""
+""Who are you talking to, Manu?"" Helle asked.
+""I'm talking to XXplorher,"" Manu replied hesitantly.
+""What the fuck are you talking to him for?"" Helle spat out.
+""It's business. We need some big bucks to keep Literotica up and running. Now you girls go and get your bikinis on and get your sweet asses down to the beach. And tell the other girls to do the same. I want to get some pictures.""
+""But Manu,"" interrupted Nurse, who had been assisting Deborah, who simply had to talk at times, ""your balls are blue!""
+""Get lost girls or I'll summon Dixon and tell him to stick his monster dick up your ass.""
+""Oh, no!"" the three girls screamed in unison and ran off.
+Manu finished his telephone conversation with XXplorher. ""Let me get this straight, XX, you want me to get pictures of all the Literotica Reunion goings on? And you'll pay me $100,000? You are publishing your new tabloid and the cover story will be the Reunion?""
+""Yeah, Manu,"" XXplorher responded. ""Did you see the December 21 issue of 'THE NATIONAL ENQUIRER' by chance? And the headline 'Wild Women of the Century' all about their scandals, secrets and affairs and how they broke all the rules? Well, my tabloid is 'The International INquireHER' and my cover story is 'Wild Women of the Literotica Reunion and the Men They Loved, and Loved, and Loved ...""
+""Ok, XX, I'm off to do the pictures. I'll use my camcorder and then convert them to stills with my Snappy or Dazzle.""
+""One more thing, Manu,"" XX asked with envy in his voice. ""Do the girls miss me? Do they talk about me with longing in their voices?""
+Manu crossed his fingers and answered, ""You got that right, dude."" He said goodbye, got his camcorder and went looking for the bikini babes.
+When Nurse, Deborah and Helle went to round up the other girls, they found Crystal and Butterfly engaged in a heated conversation.
+""Look at this, girls,"" Crystal whined indignantly. ""The guys want us to sign this thing called a Pre-Sexual Agreement. They want to cover their ass but yet uncover ours."" ""Just sign the damned thing!"" demanded Butterfly. ""I'm horny.""
+""Well, what does it say?"" asked Nurse.
+Crystal explained. ""It starts like this. 'I, the undersigned, hereby voluntarily agree to participate in the Literotica Reunion at my own risk. In no event will I initiate or participate in any sexual harassment or similar action against any of the men involved.' Is that bullshit or what?""
+""Then it goes on with, 'Furthermore, in consideration of the fact that matters might get of control, I agree to:
+*** Take my birth control pills and use a condom when appropriate.
+*** Not get pregnant, but if I do, arrange for an abortion or waive all rights to child support.
+*** Pledge not to disclose any details of this agreement or activities related to its implementation to wives or significant others.
+*** Waive all rights to my panties and other certain articles of clothing if they are removed seductively by someone other than myself.
+*** Promise not to fake orgasm.'
+Crystal paused and said, ""and blah, blah and blah this thing goes on.""
+Butterfly then urged Helle, ""Helle please go negotiate with these dudes. I'm horny!""
+Helle grabbed the document and stomped off into the other room to talk to the boys. She hadn't yet changed into her bikini and was wearing a short skirt and silk blouse with no bra.
+""Look guys,"" Helle said emphatically. ""I said look guys!"" as she unbuttoned her blouse and displayed those 38 D's. She lifted up her skirt and lowered her panties. ""Do you guys want some of this stuff or not? The only thing we are signing is our panties if you remove them with your teeth. Are you cool with that?""
+Michael, HSwriter, Shintani, BluesmanII and Fallen Angel were all speechless. They nodded in the affirmative as drool rolled down their chins.
+While this was going on Mrhappy entered the bathroom in the main house. Laurel, Eve, Sabrina and SpecialK were all in the shower making each other all soapy.
+""I have to pee!"" Mrhappy announced.
+""Not in here!"" Laurel screamed in her most authoritative voice. ""Go outside. You know, the other house, the double-decker (see Hexmas cards). Boys get the top floor. I don't want you peeing in here and hitting the ceiling. I heard about what that damn Viagra does to you.""
+Five minutes later a tremendous crash was heard. Mrhappy had fallen through the second story floor. Unfortunately he fell directly on his very stiff penis. All the girls came running out except Nurse. She was taking care of Manu's blue balls.
+When Sabrina saw what had happened to Mrhappy, she exclaimed in alarm, ""Look, it's all swollen and bent cuz he fell right on it. What should we do?
+""Ok,"" Laurel said, ""we got to put it in a splint until the swelling goes down and to straighten it out. Eve, you measure it.""
+""No way! Crystal, you measure it,"" insisted Eve.
+""Sure. But what should I use to measure it with?""
+""You could put it inside you and get a rough idea,"" cracked Helle with a smirk.
+""No! No!"" screamed Mrhappy. ""No sexual intercourse. It hurts too bad.""
+""We better call Nurse,"" suggested Eve.
+Butterfly pulled out her cell phone and dialed Nurse. At first all she heard was mumbling and slurping sounds. Butterfly described the problem and asked for medical advice. ""Do what? And what? Oh my.""
+""All you have to leave,"" demanded Butterfly. ""I'd rather you didn't watch while I perform the treatment. It could be painful. But I do need Crystal to help me hold him down. You stay Crystal, and sit on his face.""
+All the others went off and changed into their bikinis and went for a swim. Of course Manu was right there with the camcorder getting as close to the snatch as he could. An hour later Butterfly, Crystal and Mrhappy showed up.
+""Did the swelling go down, Mrhappy?"" asked SpecialK.
+""For now,"" he replied with a happy face and big wink at Butterfly and Crystal.
+Deborah then asked Helle, ""Do you think my ass is fat? SpellCheck said I have a big fat butt.""
+""Well, you could use a jog on the beach or something,"" Helle responded with a cackle.
+Deborah looked Helle and Eve over from toe to head and squeezed their well- toned butts. ""You two are as tall or taller than me and really have tight asses. What's your secret? Did you see the hoop Manu put up in the backyard? Let's challenge these dudes to a game.""
+""Yeah, good idea,"" Eve agreed. ""Hey, you guys want to ball, 'er I mean play basketball? Guys versus girls.""
+""Depends on what we are playing for,"" responded Michael.
+""Eve looked at the guys and asked so innocently, ""What would you dudes really like?""
+""A blow job!"" the guys cried in unison.
+""Ok,"" asked Helle, ""What do we get if we win?"" An argument immediately commenced between the girls. Helle finally ended it with, ""Since we each want something a little different, we'll just write it down on a piece of paper."" The guys agreed to this arrangement.
+""Let's go play!"" Helle said as she reached behind herself, undid her top and let it fall off. We'll be the skins and you guys are the shirts."" The other girls did likewise.
+It was decided HSwriter, Michael, Fallen Angel, Shintani and BluesmanII would play for the guys. Mrhappy said he was too weak to play but would do his Phil Jackson imitation and coach the men. Manu would tape the event. Eve, Helle, Deborah, Crystal and Sabrina would play for the girls. Adolfa, 'er Laurel, would coach the ladies. SpecialK, Butterfly, and Nurse would be the cheerleaders.
+""What cheers should we do?"" asked Nurse.
+""Do it like they do it at the University of South Carolina,"" Helle suggested. ""You know, the Fighting Gamecocks. The cheerleaders jump up and down screaming 'Go cocks go!' and such.""
+""I even have some pompoms,"" Laurel added and ran in the house and got them quickly. When she returned she was dressed in leather, spiked heels and was swinging a 'cat-o-nine-tails'.
+Dixon showed up and agreed to referee. He promised he would be impartial and then Helle let go of his crotch. ""Shit, I just wanted to see if it really is that big,"" Helle explained. ""Can't tell for sure. I'll find out later.""
+They all agreed they would play to 21 and you had to win by two.
+Laurel gave the gals a fire and brimstone pre-game pep talk. ""I want you girls to kick ass. Wear them out. Some of these guys are older than dirt. You know, over thirty.""
+""I like older guys!"" interjected Helle.
+""Me, too,"" added Deborah. ""Sean Connery. Dustin Hoffman. Warren Beatty ... hey, if Madonna dug him that's good enough for me. Al Pacino. Jack Nicholson ... hey, if Lara Flynn Boyle digs him that's good enough for me. Did you ever see that movie 'The Fortune' with Nicholson and Beatty? The critics thought it sucked but I liked it. Oh my, that scene where Jack is telling Warren about when he was a kid and once a month his mother sent him to the store to buy what she called mouse beds. And then Jack describes them and ... ""
+Laurel interrupted, ""Would you shut the fuck up you crazy bitch? I said wear them out. Physically and mentally. Shake those booties and boobies. Totally distract them. I want you cheerleaders really screaming 'Go cocks go!' at the top of your lungs when the guys have the ball. And I want to see these dudes dribbling even when they don't have the ball. Now let's go do them good!!!""
+Mrhappy gave the boys his pre-game talk. ""I don't give a shit whether you guys win or not. My dick is so sore I could care less if I get another hard on in the next week. That Butterfly and Crystal are piranha. I'll be taking a nap over there and don't fucking bother me.""
+Only two minutes of play elapsed before the guys were losing and started to cheat. The pushing and shoving and groping was intense. Eve had the ball and was being closely guarded by Fallen Angel who pointed toward the water and asked, ""What's worse than a hurricane?"" Before Eve could answer, Angel reached out, grasped her left nipple with his thumb and forefinger and as he manipulated it screamed ""A titty twister!"" much to the delight of his teammates.
+Eve yelled at Dixon, ""Hey! Isn't that a foul?""
+Dixon responded, ""Eve, one more outburst like that and I'm charging you with a technical. Now shut up and play ball."" The game went on and on and on. Each team would get ahead by one but couldn't put the other team away. The score was 49 to 49 and asses were starting to drag. Finally, Dixon said, ""Ok, we'll end this. This is how."" He put all the names of the players in his hat. ""I'll pick one name. Whoever it is shoots one foul shot. You make it and your team wins. You miss and your team loses."" Everybody agreed this was the way to end the game.
+Deborah's name was picked out of the hat. She stood at the foul line. Laurel screamed ""You better make it bitch!"" at her.
+Helle added, ""Yeah and if you don't, you and your fat ass are running laps around the beach.""
+Deborah launched the ball as all watched with high anxiety. It looked like a good shot but it was just a little off the mark. The ball bounced hard off the rim and when it came down it was wedged between the rim and the backboard.
+""Oh fuck!"" exclaimed Nurse. ""I just wanted this thing to be over so we can get down to business.""
+""Let's go take a liquid refreshment break before we poke it free and see who wins,"" suggested Michael. Everybody nodded in agreement.
+After three martinis, Nurse started whining again. ""Ya know, Deborah, you actually missed that foul shot.""
+""What the hell are you talking about, Nurse?"" Deborah replied sarcastically.
+""You didn't make it, did you?""
+""Well no, I guess I didn't.""
+""Alrighty then,"" Nurse concluded with finality. The girls looked at each other knowingly.
+""Ok, guys, who wants to be first?"" the ladies asked simultaneously."
+160,Literotica Reunion Ch. 5,Michael,Chain Stories,2000-10-11,2000-10-11,2022-01-08 03:51:13,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/literotica-reunion-ch-5,"Attendees get kinky, and Michael meets Kat.","['Back Glad', 'Began Eagerly', 'Hotel Restaurant', 'Laurel Manu', 'Lick Slurp', 'Literotica Reunion', 'Part Group', 'Seats Left', 'Smiled Quietly', 'Thing Michael']",3.57,"""Ok, guys, who wants to be first?"" the ladies asked simultaneously.
+""First!"" Shintani exclaimed. ""My god, we're too hot to wait in line! Guys, everyone grab someone and let's get started!""
+""'Grab,' my ass!"" Deborah said. Four or five of the men started toward her, faces alight with eager lust.
+""Back off, shitheads!"" Helle exclaimed. ""She wasn't asking you to grab her ass!""
+""Fuck, Helle, that's what she said!"" Bluesman protested.
+""No, lamebrain, she said 'Grab, comma, my ass!'"" Helle shouted. ""She meant she didn't want to be 'grabbed' at all!""
+""Shit!"" Fallen Angel said to the other men. ""Why can't women ever fuckin' say what they mean?""
+Helle rolled her eyes in disgust. ""My god, Laurel, ever wonder if guys' brains are all in their nuts?""
+""Don't be too hard on us, Helle,"" Michael commented. ""It's part of our enculturation.""
+Helle gave Michael the finger.
+A few miles from the house, a car drove slowly down the highway. Inside, Rodrigo peered at the surroundings, trying to locate Laurel and Manu's house. XXplorHer had sent him up to supplement Manu's efforts to get the party on film and tape, and to join the festivities, if he liked. The thought of so much warm, luscious flesh had kept him aroused for days. Knowing he must be very near the site of the reunion, he was getting extremely hot.
+XXplorHer had misplaced the exact address, but had told Rodrigo to look for a sign that said ""Black's Beach.""
+Presently, Rodrigo saw a sign, and pulled up, hoping he had reached his destination at last. But his face fell in disappointment when he looked at the sign and saw that it said ""Black's Beech.""
+""Shit,"" Rodrigo said. ""Fucking tree nursery."" He drove off.
+In the back yard, the men were growing desperate, their hard cocks throbbing at the need for relief. ""Look, guys,"" Deborah said, ""we'll blow you, but we're not fucking slaves at an auction.""
+""Hell, who lost the game?"" several of the men exclaimed at once.
+""Yeah, and who's got teeth in the mouths you want to put your precious cocks in!"" Deborah retorted. The men conceded the point.
+Dixon took the high road. ""Gentlemen, let's be magnanimous in victory. Each of us can choose one of these lovely ladies...""
+""Dixon, darling, you're always the voice of reason,"" Laurel sighed appreciatively.
+""'Reason' my ass!"" Helle said, grasping Dixon's 13 protruding inches. ""This one's mine!"" Several of the other women shot her dirty looks.
+""Just a moment!"" Michael said. ""There's no need to show partiality. We'll all be here long enough to enjoy each other at our leisure. Besides, half the appeal of desire is in the imagination.""
+""Thank you, Socrates,"" Deborah said. ""Now can we cut to the chase before you guys lose your hard-ons? I'm about to go into a convent waiting for this to happen.""
+""Festina lente,"" Michael said. ""Manu, Laurel, please bring out something we can use for blindfolds. I suggest that everyone be blindfolded-men and women alike. Laurel and Manu can match the partners. The men won't know who is sucking them; the women won't know whose cock is in their mouth.""
+""God, I knew he was weird,"" Helle said.
+""C'mon, guys,"" Eve pleaded. ""Why can't we all just be friends?""
+The women looked at each other; the men did the same. The idea seemed very strange. Mrhappy broke the silence.
+""Try it,"" he said. ""C'mon, everyone be a sport. I can't participate, but I'd like to see this.""
+Laurel went to the hall closet to get some cloths to use as blindfolds.
+While they waited, Michael thought about his trip to California from Memphis.
+On the way, he had stopped in Albuquerque and, to his surprise, had spotted mrhappy leaving a hotel restaurant. After finishing his own meal, Michael had gone to mrhappy's table, seen his room number on his dinner check, and walked down the hall to his fellow Memphian's room to say hello. When he got there, however, he heard ecstatic cries of ""Daddy! Oh, daddy!"" coming from the other side of the door. Not wanting to interrupt what sounded like a family reunion, he had decided not to knock.
+Michael had gone to the front desk and asked for a local paper to find announcements of special activities. To his surprise, he had read that the Tallis Scholars were in concert that night in the auditorium of the local art museum. A concert dedicated to the works of a 16th century composer of English church music was not necessarily what Michael had expected to find in Albuquerque, and he was so intrigued that he decided to go.
+Michael reached the auditorium, took a program, and found a seat. The auditorium was rather small, and there were few seats left; he had to sit near the back. Presently, an attractive woman a few years younger than he, sat down next to him in one of the only seats left.
+Michael looked over his program. He could sense that the woman next to him was restless. She leaned over to him and said, ""Does anyone really like this music?""
+Michael noted a slight Canadian accent, another surprise to find in Albuquerque. ""A few, certainly not all,"" he smiled. ""But after all, is it necessary to be here if you don't really like it?""
+""Maybe not,"" the woman said. Michael saw that despite her exasperation, she had a lovely face and probably had a very nice smile when she was pleased. She had short brown hair, nice eyes, and although dressed modestly, Michael could tell that she had a nice body.
+The woman continued, ""I came here because I got stuck,"" she said.
+""Stuck? Hmm, not waiting for towing service in here, are you?""
+The woman gave him a small smile. ""I'm traveling with my younger sister and brother-in-law,"" the woman said. ""I'm part of a group of people online who post messages on...um...specialized topics."" She smiled quietly to herself. ""The woman who runs the message board is having a party at her beach house in California. I decided to go, and I invited my sister and her husband to come along too.""
+Michael stared at her. ""Good heavens! Is your hostess's name Laurel?""
+The woman stared back. ""How in the world would you know such a thing?""
+Michael was almost too surprised to speak. ""I'm part of the same group, and on my way to the same place!""
+The woman sat open-mouthed. ""This is too much!"" she said. ""What is your name?""
+""I'm Michael,"" he said. ""You may have seen some of my posts.""
+""You're Michael? My god! I'm Kat! We've responded to posts from each other before on the same thread!""
+The two of them just sat and stared. Presently, they both broke into happy laughter.
+""This is incredible!"" Michael said. ""I've heard of serendipity, but this is one for Guinness! Still, I don't understand how you ended up at this concert!""
+""Well, I guess it wasn't totally chance,"" Kat said. ""I toured with my school choir when I was in college, so I appreciate good singing. Anyway, my sister and brother in law had planned to go out this evening and visit clubs and dance, but..."" she lowered her head and smiled quietly to herself. Then, she looked up at Michael and smiled.
+""The fact is, they had gone to the hotel restaurant for dinner, and I was a little late in joining them, and by the time I got there, my sister had started flirting with some old lech sitting at the next table. She's got this fantasy about...about...""
+[BREAK]
+Michael thought of his conversations with mrhappy before they had left Memphis, and then he put his hand on Kat's hand and smiled. ""Say no more,"" he said. ""I see there are several coincidences at work here.""
+She looked into his eyes and smiled. He smiled back.
+""Well I'm very glad you ended up here, even if Tallis is not your cup of tea,"" Michael said. ""I really enjoy his work.""
+Kat leaned toward him just a little. Her dress had a scooped neckline, and it gaped open only enough to reveal some shadow beneath. Michael found himself wanting to see what was inside. He smiled.
+""Perhaps you can tell me what you find so appealing...about Tallis."" Kat smiled.
+""Certainly,"" Michael said. ""To begin with, he wrote at a time when organs were not widely used in church music...""
+Kat started a little; her breathing began to grow almost imperceptibly faster. ""Yes, but...I think the...organ...is so important. Don't you?"" Her voice was growing husky.
+Michael looked deeply into her eyes. ""Indispensable,"" he said. ""Still, don't underestimate the power of the human voice. The whole oral apparatus is an amazing thing."" He leaned closer to her. ""Our lips, tongue, and throat have infinite possibilities. Don't you think so?""
+Kat didn't care to say anything. They leaned very close and looked at each other. Michael smiled, and put his hand on her knee.
+Finally, she found her voice. ""I'm not sure I'm up to appreciating Tallis's...technique, this evening.""
+""Technique is a marvelous thing,"" Michael said. ""Spontaneity can be even more important.""
+Without another word, they got up to leave.
+In the cab, they nearly devoured each other. At the hotel, they went straight to Michael's room. As soon as the door was closed, their bodies rushed together in desperate hunger; Michael took Kat in his arms and pushed her against the door. Eagerly, their hot mouths met, and feverish, wet tongues began to probe and lick. Michael could feel her heat even through the clothes; Kat could feel Michael's hardness pressed insistently against her. Their hands could not remain still but began to eagerly undo buttons and fasteners; the sound of rustling fabric a background to their low moans of pleasure as they drank from each other's mouths.
+Kat began to remove her dress, and Michael began to eagerly lick and kiss her warm throat, working his way further and further down. When Kat had pulled her dress down to the waist, Michael buried his face in her cleavage, licking wildly. As he did this, he unfastened her bra, and when it fell, began tracing circles around her hardening nipples with his fingers. She gasped, and arched her back to put her full breasts even closer to him. He moved his mouth to her right breast and began to suck.
+He undressed her with growing intensity, and on the bed, their bodies met once more, naked now, and she quickly wrapped her legs around him. Desperately, they groped and explored, their eager hands and fingers setting each aflame.
+Michael put his face against her breasts and began to suck and lick her hot flesh. Her moans became more intense as he sucked each nipple, kneading the breast as he did so. He worshiped and adored breasts, and could get lost in them forever, but there were other ways that he liked to give pleasure.
+She lay on her back, and he knelt facing toward her feet, and began to slowly kiss and lick his way down her chest and stomach, toward her legs. Knowing what would happen, and feeling all her inhibitions melting away, she began to open her legs.
+Michael began to kiss and lick her inner thighs, working his way slowly toward the center. She was fully open to him now, her lips swollen and glistening. He placed his tongue in that tender place and began to lick. Her moans became louder. Suddenly, she grasped his hard cock and began to stroke it.
+He continued to lick and slurp. He could never get enough of drinking a woman's juices; he always wanted to lick and slurp every drop right out of her. She was writhing, but he held her and gently parted her lips, held them apart, and began to lick, back and forth, as her movements become even more excited, and she played with his cock more insistently. He moved his mouth to her throbbing clit and began to suck, as he inserted his finger into her opening. She began to cry out.
+When she was ready, he lay down, and she mounted him. As he entered her, she dangled her delicious breasts in his face, and he licked and sucked them urgently, needily, as he placed one hand behind her and began to play with her anus.
+She took him into her very deeply, and cried out to him to play with her breasts more roughly, as her excitement mounted. Their movements formed a pattern, as he began to thrust more and more deeply, harder and harder, faster and faster. His finger slipped into her anus and began to move in time to his thrusts. They began to call out each other's names, and presently, their cries turned to wails of agonized delight, as he felt himself explode inside her, gushing his semen deep into her tunnel.
+As they lay in each other's arms, the phone rang, and Michael answered it. ""This is the front desk,"" a voice said. ""Is everything all right? One of the staff passed your room a moment ago, and thought they heard someone in distress.""
+""There's no problem, Michael, said, his breathing beginning to return to normal. ""We were discussing the use of the organ in church music."" He hung up.
+They lay naked in each other's arms all night, and at dawn, melted into each other once more, pouring their whole being into each other, merging their hungry bodies in an ecstasy of rekindled desire. Eventually, they parted with long and hungry kisses. Kat said ""Hope I'll see you at the reunion...that is, if my sister can keep away from every Tom, Dick, and Harry who smiles at her.""
+""Well, Tom and Harry may be superfluous,"" Michael smiled. ""Anyway, be easy on your sister. When you get to Laurel's, you may find it's a small world."" He didn't explain himself, and it was time for Kat to go.
+Standing in Laurel's back yard, waiting for Manu to return with blindfolds, Michael hoped Kat would make it, but there was plenty here to keep him occupied. He surveyed the ""losing team"" with satisfaction. There was Eve, her lovely, mahogany-colored skin making his mouth water; Helle, with her auburn hair and full breasts; Laurel, a petite caldron of lust, now becoming strangely powerful in her dominatrix guise; Butterfly, smiling back at Michael with a sexy smile; SpecialK, her inhibitions now totally forgotten, completely naked and unashamed. All of the ladies were enticing. Michael began to wonder if he could persuade his employer to establish a west coast office.
+Manu came back with some cloths, and handed them out to everyone. Michael blindfolded himself, and heard Laurel say, ""All right, everyone, stand where you are, and I will lead you to your partner.""
+""I stopped playing follow-the-leader when I grew up,"" Deborah insisted.
+""You started playing again when you let yourself be bareassed and blindfolded in my fucking back yard,"" Laurel said, lightly flicking her whip across Deborah's buttocks.
+Deborah shivered. ""Wow, this 'webmistress' stuff really gets to some people. How do I start my own site?""
+""Ask your partner,"" Laurel said. ""He'll do all the explaining; you'll be too occupied to talk, for the time being.""
+Mrhappy smiled, looking on. ""Go for it, webmistress!"" he said. Laurel smiled back.
+Blindfolded, Michael felt body warmth and heard a soft whisper in his ear. ""This is Butterfly, Michael. Just wanted you to know.""
+Michael smiled, and whispered back, ""I'm glad. You were the one I would have asked for; I'm partial to younger women.""
+He felt a soft tongue begin to flick at the head of his cock, and then begin to circle it. The tip of the tongue began to lightly touch his slit, licking the pre-cum that was oozing out. Two eager hands gently grasped his balls and began to play with them, as her tongue began to lick up and down his shaft in long, slow strokes. He began to tremble, and around him, he could hear the grateful cries of the other men as their straining cocks found hot, wet refuge in eager mouths.
+The doorbell rang. SpecialK, who had not yet been blindfolded and paired with a partner, immediately strode through the house to the front hall to answer it, forgetting-or not caring-that she was completely naked. This day had changed her forever.
+Outside the door stood a very earnest, sincere young man in jacket and tie, and horn-rimmed glasses. He carried a package full of religious literature. He was canvassing the neighborhood on behalf of Good Shepherd Outreach Fellowship and wished to tell people of their need of repentance.
+Just before the door opened, his package slipped, and some of the pamphlets fell to the sidewalk. He stooped down to pick them up. When he stood back up and looked at the doorway, there stood one of the loveliest women he had ever seen. She was completely naked.
+SpecialK looked at the young man. He blushed scarlet, and began to stammer, but he could not take his eyes off her nipples, which excited her. Teasingly, she gently shook her breasts from side to side, and his head helplessly followed the motion.
+Except for the nerdy glasses, he wasn't bad looking. He had a nice complexion, pleasing facial features, was clean shaven, and seemed to be the type who must work out at least some. SpecialK began to feel very warm. ""Can I help you?"" she smiled.
+The man gasped; he could hardly speak. With a herculean effort, he managed to raise his eyes from their helpless fixation on her erect nipples and said, ""I...uh...I'm...talking to people about the need to...uh...repent...uh...""
+""You may be right,"" SpecialK smiled sweetly. ""But don't get the cart before the horse. Before repentance, comes temptation.""
+The man was beyond speech. His gaze had returned to her nipples. He seemed unaware of anything else.
+""What's your name,"" SpecialK encouraged him.
+""Tits"" the man muttered thickly. ""That is...Ted! Sorry!""
+""Well, Ted, why not come in and let's explore the matter more fully."" She smiled at him.
+Ted stepped inside, and SpecialK closed the door behind him. From the backyard came a chorus of moans."
+161,Literotica Reunion Ch. 6,Butterfly,Chain Stories,2000-10-11,2000-10-11,2022-01-08 03:51:16,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/literotica-reunion-ch-6-1,Reunionites erase Butterfly's doubts.,"['Hand Wanders', 'Hits Clit', 'Hullo Nurse', 'Ladies Pussy', 'Laurel Manu', 'Magic Powder', 'Mrhappy', 'Pussy Deborah', 'Pussy Shaving', 'Talking Michael']",3.64,"Butterfly is standing in the entrance way of the living room of Laurel and Manu's beach house. She is wondering why she was even here. She had second thoughts on whether to come or not. She knew she would have competition with all the other ladies. She was the oldest out of all of them. Not only was she older, she knew she didn't have the body like all the other women did either, but, she did have experience and she loved life so she came. Now she is glad that she did, it is the second day of the reunion and it has been fun.
+Yesterday she got here and ended up talking to Michael for a while and he is such a gentleman and really a neat person. She has communicated with him over the BB and thru e-mail so it was exciting to finally meet him and all the other authors and posters. Of course after yesterday she knew Michael even better. She had to laugh at how she got to know him though. The women lost the Basketball game. Since we lost, all the women had to give the men a blow job. Things were worked out and in the end the men were blindfolded and then the women were paired up with them by Laurel. Well Butterfly was paired up with Michael, she felt she needed to let him know that it was her. So she leaned over to him and said, ""This is Butterfly Michael. Just wanted you to know."" She chuckled at his response, at saying he liked younger women, sheesh she was all of what five years younger! But, it was said with kindness due to her post that she was worried about her being the oldest of the women. She wanted him to remember her and to thank him for making her feel wanted. She guesses' that she did all right, he was most definitely smiling afterwards. Then there was Fallen Angel . . . what a tall Texan can do for her was brought to light by him. She was still smiling about that get together, with him. She was still a little shy about walking around in nothing but a gold robe with her name on it. She looked down at herself and gave a laugh . . .
+""What are you laughing about Butterfly?"" MrHappy walked into the room and looked around the living room, ""You're all by yourself, aren't you lonely little one?"" MrHappy asked with a mischievous smile on his face.
+Butterfly laughs, jumps with surprise and looks at MrHappy, ""I was just standing here wondering what the heck was going on in my head when I accepted the invitation to come to this reunion? This is not like me, and I'm not as young, well built or stunning as all these younger female authors or fellow posters."" She says with a shaky smile.
+""That is a bunch of baloney, little one. You belong here just as much as anyone else does. Why I think you're awfully sexy, and I know all the men here have made that same remark. Lets go over and sit down on the sofa and discuss this little problem you have with self esteem!"" MrHappy insists.
+Butterfly laughs and walks over to the sofa with MrHappy, she sits down demurely with the robe pulled tightly over her legs. She looks up at MrHappy and smiles up at him, ""Okay, Dr. Happy, 'she chuckles at his expression' why don't we sit down and discuss this problem I have . . .!""
+MrHappy looks at Butterfly and laughs out loud, ""You do know how to put a man into his place don't you little one! Now where were we, oh yes talking about your low self esteem!"" MrHappy sits down and drapes his arm around her shoulders and smiles into her eyes. Thinking to himself, why this woman has any problems I'll never know. She is so damn sexy and her smile lights up the room. Fallen was right, her eyes just light up when she is talking to you like she has eyes only for you and no one else. ""Now little one lets get something straight here right now! You are one hot, sexy woman and I have wanted you since I saw you yesterday standing shyly at the door when we caught the foursome having fun!"" His hand drops down further on her shoulder and starts to rub and pull her closer.
+Butterfly moves closer and looks up into his eyes and smiles, talk about getting my heart started. ""MrHappy you are so full of it . . . look at ""Eve"" she is a gorgeous black beauty, Special K with her figure to die for and large busts, Deborah with her personality to shut everything down, she has such confidence and carries herself with pride. She's pretty and witty. Crystal, Sabrina, Southernhelle and Hullo_Nurse all are younger, thinner and built a whole lot better than me and any one of them would deserve a second look when they walk past everyone. Then I show up here and Laurel is in the middle of foursome and she is downright gorgeous. I almost turned around and ran away, but I was caught up in the moment."" She finishes with a small shrug of her shoulders and looks down at her hands in her lap.
+MrHappy knew there was only one way to get her to realize that she was just as much a turn on as the other women. He reached down and put his fingers under her chin and made her look up at him, ""Butterfly, look at me!"" She raised her eyes up to meet his, ""You are a very sexy lady, don't you realize that experience is such a turn-on, you are very pretty and your eyes just light up when you talk to a person. When you talk to me, you make me feel like I'm the only one in the room. You don't check out anyone else, you don't listen to what other people are saying, you give me your total attention. That to me is a turn on in itself, makes me feel like I'm ten feet tall."" He leans down and lays his mouth across her lips gently. She gasps, and opens up for him, and he pushes his tongue into her mouth. She wraps her arms around him and pulls him in closer to her. She sucks his tongue into her mouth and moans. His hand wanders down to her breast and cups her breast in his hand and feels the nipple harden. She arches her back and pushes her breast into his palm and whimpers.
+She pulls back and looks at him and smiles, and states, ""You southern gentlemen sure know how to sweep me off my feet, must be the southern accent, gets me all the time. Are all southern gentlemen like this? If so, I'm most definitely living in the wrong state!"" She smiles sensuously and raises her lips back up to his and kisses him gently, shyly. Her hands work their way up into his hair and pull him closer toward her, leaning back on the couch. She pulls him down on top of her opening her robe at the same time. She feels his arms around her contract and she felt his smile on his lips as he kissed her. ""You see what you southern gentlemen do to me, I just melt when I talk to you guys!"" She declares. She feels rather than hears him chuckle and his whisper, ""you bet darlin!"" She smiles and tightens her arms around him. She doesn't realize that someone else has come into the room and is watching them with desire and lust in her eyes . . .
+Deborah came into the room and caught the heavy kissing act between Butterfly and MrHappy, and is turned on. She just stands there watching and realizes that they don't know she walked into the room. She watches as Butterfly reaches up for MrHappy and pulls him down on her, her hands spearing his hair, she watches as MrHappy leans down into Butterfly opening her robe and peeling it back to lay it open. His hands aren't still. They play all over her from shoulder to hip and back up again. She sees Butterfly arch into his hands. She is so turned on her hand slips into her robe and she plays with her nipples and soon her hand wanders downward to her wet pussy! Deborah thinks to herself, 'God, that is so erotic looking, they look so good just lying there running their hands all over each others body! I'm so wet!' She pushes one finger into her and moans. She bites her bottom lip hoping that they didn't hear her, she looks at them and notices that they just continue on. She plays with herself a little more and then she can't stand it and decided to join them. She wasn't sure if she wanted MrHappy's mrhappy in her wet pussy, or if she wanted to straddle Butterfly's mouth and have her please her. She knew that Butterfly, before this weekend, had never been with a woman. But she has come a long way just since she's been here! They have had a chance to talk and Deborah knew she was still kind of shy when it came to sex! She decides to go to MrHappy and see if she can get him in her . . .
+MrHappy looks down at the woman in his arms and can't believe his luck. After talking to Michael earlier today he knew he had to have this woman, Fallen said she was fantastic and caring and they were right. He had her moaning in no time and clutching the cushions on her way to her first of many climaxes from him. ""How are you Butterfly? Still feel like a wallflower and not wanted?"" He asks.
+""Oh God, No! Please don't stop what you are doingggg! It feels so goood! OooooH!"" Butterfly moaned out. She couldn't believe the ecstacy she was in. All she knew was that she had to have this man inside her soon or she was going to burst. ""MrHappy, pleaseee I want you in me, . . . NOW!"" She practically screams.
+""My pleasure darlin! My pleasure!"" He declares. But, just before he positions himself over her, he feels a hand on his balls and jumps. He turns around and sees Deborah behind him, reaching for his cock. He feels a little apprehensive considering what happened last time, but then she has him in her hand and he moans. He looks at her and asks, ""Well darlin did you get lonely for me? Had to come and try out my MrHappy anyway huh?""
+""Just shut up and enjoy it MrHappy! I'm too hot to care if it's you or not!"" Deborah snapped. She laid down and brought his cock to her mouth and began giving him a mind-blowing blowjob!
+""Why of course Deborah . . . please!"" he sighs and then goes back to Butterfly and pleasing her with his mouth. He sticks his tongue out and gently licks her clit and her hips jump and she moans. ""Like that huh darlin?""
+Butterfly just raises her hips, and pleads for more . . . and before she knew what was happening, A large cock appears above her mouth trying to push its way into her mouth. She opens her eyes and sees Dixon standing there in all his glory. ""Aahhh Dixon I don't think I can take you into my mouth."" She whimpers.
+""Take what you can, I want you to make me moan like you made Michael! I heard you two, yesterday and I have wanted my cock in your mouth since then."" Dixon stated with a smile.
+Butterfly, looked up at him and gave him a smile and said ""I think you really should have Hullo_Nurse do you, she's the expert!"" She shyly states.
+""I want your mouth, Butterfly. I told you I saw you in action, believe me you will do!"" Dixon states and pushes his cock to her lips and sees that she is going to take him in. ""That's a girl, oh that feels so good!""
+Butterfly takes Dixon into her mouth and swallows. Still not believing that she is attempting Dixon's 12 or 13"" cock, whatever the size she knows its large. Just then MrHappy hits her clit again with his tongue and she stops breathing for a sec and just lets out a low moan. She feels him stick a finger in her wet and soaking pussy. She clamps down on his finger, and moans again. When she moans, Dixon can feel the vibration around his cock and he moans. Just then Deborah did something new to MrHappy that made him jump and he new he was ready to blow! Soon you hear......
+""OOOOOOOOOH My God!"" Butterfly screams.
+""Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!"" MrHappy moans.
+""MY GOD! I'm Cummmmmiingg . . . "" Dixon yells
+They notice that Deborah hasn't cum yet, so MrHappy decides to make sure she does. Dixon and Butterfly collapse and then they are still hearing moans and screams and heavy breathing. Dixon and Butterfly sit up and look around. Eve, Michael, Southernhelle, and HSWriter are in the corner going at it! On the floor in front of the fireplace is Bluesman, Crystal, Laurel, Fallen, and Hullo_Nurse just each one enjoying each other. SpecialK, Sabrina, Shintani, Alyssa, and Manu are in the other corner. All of a sudden Deborah cums with MrHappy's help. ""Oh God, that was great!"" Deborah states. Then she notices everyone also. ""Well, I guess everyone came in and did what I did? Took one look at the two of you and got turned on! And, joined it!"" Deborah chuckled and sat up. She looks over at Butterfly and smiles, ""what's the matter Butterfly you look like your in shock! You surely can't be surprised after all that has happened this weekend can you?"" She asks.
+""Not surprised, I'm more shocked at myself to tell you the truth! I can't believe the way I've been so open and free this weekend. I was scared as hell to come here, but boy oh boy am I glad that I did!"" Butterfly declares. She then chuckles and looks over at MrHappy and smiles at him sweetly. ""You proved your point MrHappy! Thank you for a lovely lesson."" She says to him. Butterfly, stands up, was going to close the robe, then laughed and shrugged her shoulders. ""I'm going to go and take a shower and put on my bathing suit and get some rays before they are totally gone!"" With that she turns to walk to one of the bedrooms when she noticed Deborah and Hullo_Nurse following her. She stops and turns to them, ""Hey, girls what's up?"" She asks.
+""We just thought we'd take a shower too, might as well do it together in the large shower built for four. What do you say?"" Hullo_Nurse asks. She gives Butterfly a big sweet smile.
+""Why the hell not, come on guys, lets go get cleaned up and see what Laurel and Manu have planned for our last evening together. How fast this went huh?"" Butterfly states and then looks up as they are walking into the bedroom, Southernhelle had joined them. ""Oh hell, the more the merrier!"" With that she laughs and starts the shower, drops her robe and steps into the shower. She turns around and watches as all the gorgeous young bodies in front of her. She looked down at herself and realized it just didn't matter any longer! Butterfly laughs out loud and then looks up with a sheepish grin. ""Have you girls ever heard the saying, 'you've come a long way baby' well that's me."" She states. Butterfly stands under the water and waits for everyone else to join her. She turns and looks at Deborah and an idea hits her, she smiles and says to Deborah, ""Hey Deborah did you happen to bring your Magic Powder? I've never used anything like that and I have such a hard time trying to shave. Thought maybe you would show me how to use it.""
+Deborah looked at Butterfly and smiled, ""why Butterfly I would love to show you how to use it. If anyone else is interested we can have pussy shaving party!"" Deborah goes to her bag and pulls out her can of Magic Powder. She turns and notices that all three are leaning against the shower wall waiting. She smiled, and thought to herself, 'this is going to be fun!' Deborah goes out and gets three bowls to mix the powder and when she comes back she brings Special K with her. ""Hey, ladies SpecialK decided to join us for the pleasure!""
+""Hey SpecialK glad you decided to join us! Deborah is about to show us how wonderful Magic Powder is. We're having a pussy shaving party! Undress girl and join us!"" Hullo_Nurse states.
+SpecialK looks at the ladies and then down to there pussy's and just smiled. ""Well Deborah you did state you wished that I had used some Magic Powder so here is your chance to show me. If it is as wonderful as you claim, I'll buy some before heading home!""
+Deborah mixes up the bowls and tells all the ladies to sit down and spread their legs, which they all did obediently. Deborah went around and spread the mixture on each one of the ladies and set the timer. Then she turned and said to the ladies, ""Now ladies look at my pussy, and see how smooth each one of yours is going to be. Butterfly, you asked first so you get to taste first what a smooth pussy is like."" Deborah walks over to Butterfly and straddles her legs and moves her pussy close to her mouth.
+Butterfly looks at Deborah's pussy, which is now at face level with her sitting on the floor of the shower, and then looks up at Deborah, ""Ah Deborah, I can see how smooth your pussy is, I don't have to taste to see."" She smiles up at her.
+""Well if you don't want to...."" Deborah snaps. ""Oh damn it Deborah, come here. I don't know what the hell I was worried about, I've done everything else this weekend and I did go down on Hullo. After all as you said my dear I'm horny!"" Butterfly puts her hands on Deborah's hips and pulls her in towards her and sticks her tongue out and licks Deborah's slit! Oh so smooth, then she licks a little harder and slips between her lips and hits her clit. Deborah moans and bucks towards her face.
+Then Hullo_Nurse yells, ""Hey Butterfly, don't be stingy share Deborah with all of us!""
+""Don't worry Hullo I will and then we all get to try each other. This is turning out to be a fun shower, what do you think SpecialK?"" Butterfly mumbles with her mouth sucking on Deborah's clit.
+""Oh most definitely, Butterfly. Lets see what each other is like, it has been 7 minutes shall we rinse?"" SpecialK asks.
+They all stand up and rinse off and then start to examine each other to see who got the softest and smoothest. Soon one thing lead to another and they all ended up on the floor of the shower between each others legs bringing each other off to a great orgasm. Butterfly with her face between Deborah's legs, who has her face between Hullo_Nurse's legs, who has her face between SpecialK's legs, who has her face between Southernhelle's legs, who has her face between Butterfly's. Finger's and mouth's were just going at it. If you would have walked in on the scene you would have seen a circle of women moaning and screaming. But of course with great big smiles on there faces....
+Afterwards, they join the rest in the living room. Chatting with the others, Butterfly noticed how everyone was totally relaxed and felt comfortable around each other. Some were lying on the floor, some on chairs with others in their laps. Robes open, closed didn't matter. Laurel and Manu had gathered everyone together to discuss the last evening fun, get together. Everyone groaned because it had gone so fast. Not surprising with all the sex that was going on. ""Well Laurel and I have planned all of this, so we discussed it and thought maybe we would see what ideas you come up with for our last evening!"" Manu stated. Everyone started throwing out ideas, beach party, skinny dipping, Clambake on the beach. More were suggested and they all just talked and discussed. Laurel turns to Manu, states, ""Well this turned out to be exciting and enjoyable, didn't honey?""
+Manu looked at his wife, then looked around at the crowed and had to agree with her, ""Yea honey, it turned out great. They are all neat, and unique individual people. I'm glad you talked me into going along with this!"" He leans over, kisses Laurel sweetly. Looks up over the crowd and smiles. ""What a weekend huh folks?"" He yells out to all. Everyone laughs, and starts talking all at once."
+162,Literotica Reunion Ch. 6,SpecialK,Chain Stories,2000-10-11,2000-10-11,2022-01-08 03:51:14,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/literotica-reunion-ch-6,The group competes in kinky contest.,"['Blindfolded Time', 'Bluesman', 'Correctly Guessed', 'Hswriter', 'Legs Eve', 'Nurse Face', 'Pleasure Crystal', 'Sexual Favours', 'Specialk', 'Woman Fallen']",4.0,"_Well, here it is. And I only have one thing to say. I'm an innocent, closet pervert._
+When we last saw our fun loving group most of them had been spectating an encounter between Rodrigo (you know, the fanatical speller who loves T&A) and Zeke, Fallen's dog. The only ones missing from the crowd were Laurel, Alyssa, and Shintani. SpecialK was walking towards the group from the beach right at that moment.
+""What have I been missing?"" she asked Sabrina.
+""Well, looks like Zeke's finished with ole Roddy. Which is a good thing cuz the poor guy looks like he's had it.""
+SpecialK looked over and had to agree. Rodrigo had blood dripping from his butt and he was lying on the ground in a pool of his own cum. Dirty tearstains travelled down his cheeks. Butterfly and hullo_nurse had gone to find the appropriate medical supplies.
+Butterfly was looking through the medicine cabinet in Laurel' and Manu's bathroom. ""Hmmn... icey hot? What do you think?"" she asked with a sly grin, holding up the tube to show hullo_nurse.
+""Oh my God!"" nurse exclaimed with a chuckle. ""I don't think the poor guy would survive! I couldn't do that to him. Besides, it's just Rodrigo, not XXploreHER."" Instead she grabbed a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. ""This is going to have to do.""
+After Rodrigo had been suitably attended to (how much can you do for a guy with a violated sphincter after all), he had gotten back into his car and had fled vowing he would never return to a crazy, dumb-assed Literotica reunion! (He had picked up that phrase from XxploreHER, I think.) The group could hear him swearing even when he was a block down the road. They chuckled and headed back inside.
+It was decided that it was dinnertime. (They needed to fuel up for the rest of their marathon weekend of sex. Empty stomachs make for weak lovers, ya know.) ""Yo homeys! Time for some grub! Help yourselves."" Laurel (a Californian if you'll recall) declared setting out some salads. A few tendrils of her long hair had escaped from the bun at the back of her head. With her gold robe gaped open at the front she looked like some kind of boxer, sans gloves and shorts. Fallen_Angel, the Texas beefsteak, had taken it upon himself to control the BBQ and cook up the main meal (Texans and their meat, eh?)
+They had enjoyed a delicious BBQ dinner and now, since it had become dark outside, they had all gathered in the den and were idly chatting. Bodies, some in gold robes and some nude, were sitting, leaning and lying everywhere about the room. Manu sat in the Eames lounge chair and Laurel sat snuggled in his lap. SpecialK sat on the floor near them, having become quite fond of the couple since her arrival the previous day. The couch was full of bodies (personal space seemed to be a thing of the past): mrhappy, Sabrina, Michael, Crystal, and Fallen_Angel. Deborah was balancing on the left arm rest, her right butt cheek just inches from Fallen's face. The only indication that Fallen minded her seating arrangement was that he kept glancing at her nude bottom. Southernhelle sat on the floor in front of the couch between Deborah's and Fallen's legs. Her legs were crossed and from across the room where Shintani was lying on his stomach, he had more than a nice view of helle's nether region where it peeked out at the world from the gaping folds of the gold robe. The beautiful Eve was lying perpendicular to Shintani, her head resting against his side. Alyssa leaned possessively against Shintani's other side. Hullo_nurse and BluesmanII shared an easy chair (Bluesman looked anything but blue, what with the nurse's breasts pressing so intimately against him). Rounding up the group, Dixon sat in a chair in the corner with butterfly perched on his lap. He idly stroked her breasts while she drew lazy circles on his chest with her fingers. (Oh, almost forgot, Zeke, Fallen's lovable hound, was still outside, running amok in the landscaping after humping amok at Rodrigo's ass earlier.)
+The conversation, oddly enough, wasn't about sex but rather of stories and posting and websites and the problems associated with running them. (Humans, after all, were not made to have sex on their minds all of the time, just most of the time.) Anyhow, for that brief period of the weekend the conversation was not of sex. However, without sex to occupy their thoughts, the group soon became restless. And having refuelled and recovered and relaxed, they were soon more than ready to restart.
+It was about this time that Deborah, her incontinent nature in full force, stood up from her position on the couch arm rest and announced a preposition to the group: ""I propose a contest!"" Thirty-four eyes turned to look at her with eager interest (only a few eyeballs slightly dreaded what Deborah was about to suggest). ""I suggest a 'Who is it?' contest!"" she declared again, her breasts jutting out to emphasize her point. ""Here's how it would go.... one person is blindfolded in the centre of the room and at least, say.... 8 people would take turns performing oral sex on him or her,"" she paused, still formulating the idea in her head before continuing. ""The blindfolded person would have 5 minutes to try and identify who it is between their legs. Naturally, both men and women will be among the 8 people. Everyone will get a turn to be blindfolded. And everyone will be expected to perform oral sex on the various participants. The person who correctly identifies the most people will win a prize... Sexual favours of some kind would make a good prize, don't you think?""
+""Whoa! You mean I have to give one, or more, of these guys a blow job?"" Dixon asked in his deep voice. ""I'll munch carpet 'till the cows come home but there will be no man's dick in this mouth while I'm in a conscious state.""
+""We could bring you to another state of consciousness if you so desired, Dixie!"" hullo_nurse said seductively to him while giving him a slow wink. (They had taken to calling Dixon >Dixie= after a BB post.)
+""You know,"" mrhappy interjected, ""I am more than willing to participate in this contest but there is no way Dixon's dick is going into any of my bodily orifices.""
+""Oh you bunch of complainers!"" southernhelle scoffed. ""If we can suck your rancid dicks, you'd at least think you could do it to each other! To see what we put up with and all.""
+""Do we all have to participate in the contest? Can't some of us be cheerleaders or something?"" Butterfly smiled hopefully. She had never had oral sex with a woman before and the thought of doing it in front of everyone made her nervous. ""I'll trade you for your dicks if you'll munch my carpets,"" she whispered to Dixon with a nervous grin.
+""I don't think anyone should be forced to do anything he or she feels uncomfortable with. But, heck, we do want to have fun this weekend,"" Laurel added.
+""Uhm.... can I be a spectator too then... if that's okay?"" SpecialK asked, somewhat sheepishly. Having been caught by the group with Manu, Laurel and Dixon shortly after arriving had embarrassed her enough for the weekend. And the recent episode with Alyssa and Shintani and Laurel... what HAD come over her?!?! Besides, she wasn't confident enough about her lacking oral sex abilities to be willing to perform before the whole group.
+""If anyone is sitting out of the contest they shouldn't be allowed to engage in any other sexual activity while the contest is taking place,"" suggested Eve.
+Deborah agreed. ""Good idea, Eve. Dixie, butterfly and SpecialK, you do not have to be in the contest but you are not allowed to engage in ANY sexual activity during the duration of the contest. This includes masturbating!""
+HSWriter, Shintani, Fallen_Angel and BluesmanII looked at one another around the room. None of them were overly enthused about sucking another man's penis but they were all willing to be in the contest. If anything, it was another notch on the belt of experience. When else would they ever have an opportunity for something like this if not here? And those of the men who were curious about what it was like to give another man a blow job were secretly glad that this contest had been arranged. They didn't have to seem willing to blow off another man, just a reluctant participant in a contest.
+Manu, always the techie, had been arranging the details in his head. ""If we have 15 people participating in the contest, and each person is getting pleased by 8 people, each for 5 minutes it is going to take us 10 hours to complete this contest, not taking into account the time between contestants."" Manu said softly.
+Deborah laughed. ""Did you figure into account the angle of the dangles too?"" The group snickered. ""Clearly 10 hours is a bit excessive considering the lateness of the hour. What if we shorten it to 6 people instead of 8. How much time is that going to take us to?""
+""Still seven and a half.""
+""Wait,"" interrupted Sabrina. ""All we need to do to shorten the time is to have 2 people blindfolded at the same time. That cuts the time in half.""
+""Very true! So that would take us to about, what, 4 hours give or take, including the changeover times?""
+The rest of the details were arranged. The blindfolded people would get one point for correctly identifying the gender of the person pleasuring them and 5 points for correctly pinpointing the person. The winner would be given his or her choice of sexual favours given by the others in the group as his/her prize. The spectators, while not performing on one of the contestants, were allowed to watch the contest as it unfolded but were not allowed to reveal the identity of the pleasurer to the blindfolded pleasuree and otherwise could act as they wished. The non-participants were not allowed to engage in any sexual activity during the contest and if they did, the rest of the group would decide upon a suitable consequence. Laurel headed off to find some blindfolds. Michael also got up and excused himself for a moment saying only that he had something to enrich the whole contest experience.
+Laurel returned with the blindfolds and Michael returned with a cd ""Music for Lovers"".
+""It's got Ravel's 'Bolero',"" he said smiling. ""It will drown out any whispers any of us make to one another so that the contestants don't hear. Besides, it's mood music!""
+SpecialK laughed. ""So what ELSE do you have in those 2 suitcases if you brought 'Bolero' along!""
+""We'll see,"" was all Michael would say.
+It was unanimously agreed that Deborah (since she initiated the contest in the first place) and Crystal (who initiated the reunion) be the first contestants. They both sat on two chairs which had been brought in from the kitchen and put in the centre of the room. They took their places on the chairs and were quickly and effectively blindfolded. Deborah was the first to spread her legs, clearly eager to get started. ""Bring 'em on baby!"" she invited. The group remaining on the couch could see her beautiful nether lips almost calling out for attention. Fallen_Angel heeded the call and crawled forward between her legs. Eve had come forward to move between Crystal's legs, careful not to let her buxom black breasts touch Crystal and give her away. Eve licked her lips and stared at Crystal's black downy triangle while waiting for Michael to start the timer on his wristwatch.
+""Okay, eat!"" pronounced Michael and both Eve and Fallen eagerly moved their faces forward in unison and made contact with the waiting pussies of Crystal and Deborah. At first Crystal was entranced by the wonderful ministrations of the strange tongue between her legs and a good minute had passed before she remembered she was supposed to be trying to determine who the tongue belonged to. Deborah, meanwhile, was trying to keep focussed on figuring out who was between her legs. Yet it certainly wasn't easy because whoever it was had a damn good talent at muff-diving. The licking and poking and stroking and light nibbles were swiftly heating, and moistening her up. 'Concentrate, Deb, concentrate' she scolded herself. 'Whoever this is really knows how to please a woman... does that mean it is a woman?' Just as the timer beeped to indicate the first five minutes was up, Deborah thought she felt long, straight hair touch her thigh.
+""Okay, make your guesses! Deborah, you first."" Michael instructed.
+""I think.....Sabrina was between my legs.""
+""Bzzzzt! Wrong on gender and wrong on identity.""
+""Shit!""
+""Crystal?""
+""Hmmmn.... I gotta go with.... Fallen_Angel?"" Crystal replied, taking a stab in the dark since she had no clue who had been between her legs. It was at that moment that Deborah knew who had been between her legs. How the heck had she not felt the mustache?
+""Wrong again on gender and identity!""
+""Well do we at least get to know who it really was?"" Crystal asked.
+""YES!"" demanded Deborah.
+""Okay then, Deb, Fallen was between your legs, and Eve was between yours, Crystal."" Laurel announced. ""Ready for more?""
+""Ohhh! Damnit!"" Crystal lamented. ""Bring on the next ones.""
+Laurel knelt between Deborah's legs and Sabrina took the place before Crystal. Michael once again began the timer. Fallen's preliminary action had done well to moisten Deb's slit and Laurel eagerly continued where he had left off. Her nimble fingers stroked Deb's inner thighs and her tongue slithered its way between Deb's lips and licked at her sensitive clit. Deborah moaned and thought 'Geez, everyone is talented at this!"" Crystal, determined to pay attention this time, tried to use her other senses to glean any clue as to the identity of the person between her legs. She could feel hair tickling her thighs, which suggested a woman (unless Fallen had moved from Deb's pussy to hers). Then she noticed an aroma, a flowery one, coming up from between her legs. 'Aha! A woman! Now just to discover which woman.'
+Fallen decided he should go check on Zeke and to make sure all the shrubbery outside remained intact, and that he hadn't found anyone else to violate. SpecialK, who was a little homesick for her own pooch (not THAT homesick!), decided to accompany him.
+""So have you been enjoying yourself so far, Fallen?"" SpecialK asked, wandering barefoot in the succulent green grass of the backyard.
+""Very much so, SpecialK. The party has been very enjoyable so far. I'm eager for more!""
+SpecialK smiled. ""I've never met a cowboy before. Us Northern girls don't really have the opportunity. And I must confess, I love that Texas accent of yours. It is very.... smooth and sensual sounding. I could listen to you talk for days I'm sure.""
+""Well then lil lady, I'll do my best to be accommodating."" he replied, and if he'd had his Stetson on, he would have tipped the brim.
+Zeke came bounding towards them from down near the beach and he nuzzled Fallen's palm before moving to lick SpecialK's fingers. Fallen and SpecialK wandered around the backyard and talked for awhile about their pets and their lives before heading back up to the house so that they could see how the contest was faring and so that Zeke could get a bowl of fresh water.
+Back inside, the 5th part of round 1 had just ended. Deborah, who had correctly guessed when Laurel had been between her legs, had also identified the gender of the three following attempts so she had 9 points. Crystal, had identified the genders correctly of 3 people but had yet to completely match an individual so she had 3 points. Michael was instructing Laurel how to work his watch so that he could take his turn offering pleasure to Crystal. Manu was already waiting near Deborah's legs. Both Crystal and Deborah were getting quite impatient by this point. The delay between the action was frustrating. The entire group could see the glistening and puffy lips of the two women. Ravel's 'Bolero' was over half way through. The building crescendo of the song was doing little to ease the impatience of Deb and Crystal.
+Suddenly, Zeke came bounding into the room and made a bee-line for the musky, moist spot between Crystal's open legs. ZING! His cold, wet nose collided with Crystal's clit. ""OH MY GOD!"" said Crystal following a gasp that could be easily heard over the music. Zeke's tongue had wasted no time in beginning to eagerly lick Crystal's pungent womanhood. It was like slow motion. The entire room, except for Deborah, who was blindfolded, watched transfixed as Zeke's long, pink tongue lapped from the bottom of her slit to the top. He tilted his head one way, lick, and then other, lick, to lap up all her delicious moisture, his licks evenly in tempo with the music. ""I-I-I KNOW who THAT is!""
+""What the hell is going on?"" Deborah asked, hearing the activity in the room but unable to identify what was happening. SpecialK entered the room now and in shock, called to Fallen, who was behind her. Then she covered her gaping mouth with her hand.
+""Zeke! Come HERE, boy!"" commanded Fallen.
+""Don't you DARE mooooooove this DOOOOOOGGGG!"" Crystal moaned. Zeke paused in his ministrations as if to consider whether to obey the command before Crystal's odiferous cunny captured his attention again, and Crystal's hands captured his ears, gripping the soft velvet triangles and encouraging his snout to her clit. ""Mmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnn!"" Crystal moaned, feeling her stomach muscles beginning to tighten, her orgasm impending.
+Deborah ripped off her blindfold to watch the show happening on the chair beside her. Crystal, who was still blindfolded, was arching her back. Her breasts jutted forward and the nipples were so hard and poignant that they looked like marbles. The drum beats in 'Bolero' were beating in time with her throbbing clit. THUMP.... THUMP.... THUTHUTHUTHUMP. And Zeke kept licking so eagerly all around her vagina. The moisture coming from Crystal's juicy snatch seemed endless. Every crash of the cymbals brought another electric jolt of pleasure through Crystal's body. She was moaning and wailing now, but she could barely be heard over the volume of the music, the vibrations of which were shaking the floor. And with the last moments of the music thudding through her veins, Crystal passed the point of no return. She came. Her body convulsed; her head was thrown back in ecstasy; her limbs quivered and she moaned out her grande finale. Then, she closed her legs, pushing Zeke's head away so he could lick no more.
+The entire room sat in awe. The erections were so stiff they ached. The pussies were so wet they dripped. Yet no one even moved until Crystal herself disturbed the reverie. She slipped her blindfold from over her eyes, looked about the room and said, ""Do I get points for this?"" The group of sex-starved people began to whistle and clap and hoot.
+""Well,"" demanded Crystal, ""do I get points for that?"" The group agreed that she could have three points for identifying the dog (even though he was the only dog).
+Crystal was happy with three. Her guessing ability had been lousy, so she was content to let it stand. She left to wash up in the bathroom (walking more like a cowboy than Fallen, what with her thighs being so slick) while Deb had her final turn.
+When Crystal returned to the den, southernhelle and mrhappy had assumed the blindfolds. Michael wasn't really looking forward to giving a man a blowjob but he went to the task with A+ effort. Mrhappy's Viagra-assisted manhood stood erect before Michael's face. It had a slight bend (which gave one the impression that he had been damaged at some other unknown time) and curved like an elephant's truck. The size however, was not quite as formidable. Michael grabbed mrhappy's rod with both hands and licked around the mushroomed head with his tongue. If he didn't know what he was doing, he certainly didn't let it show. Finally, he let his mouth encircle the shaft and moistened it up with his saliva. His mouth moved up and down mrhappy's erection, his cheeks indented with the effort of his sucking. Meanwhile, Alyssa was teasingly licking along southernhelle's cunt lips. Ever so slowly she slid her tongue in deeper, probing the tasty secrets of southern womanhood.  
+When southernhelle and mrhappy had finished their round (I=ll skip a few descriptions here, I mean, after all, how many fellatio and cunnilingus accounts can one handle?) Fallen_Angel and Michael had assumed the blindfolds and the 3rd of the rounds of contestants was about to begin. Shintani and Bluesman sat before the two blindfolded men, each looking a bit reluctant to suck the erect fleshy sticks before them. But the timer began and there was no choice but to fulfill their obligations to the contest.
+Behind his blindfold, Michael felt the tentative touches of fingers, and the hot, moist breath of the person at his manhood. The soft touches first prompted him to think it was a woman. Yet the lack of finesse at fellatio caused him to conclude it might indeed be a man. Bluesman finally put his lips over Michael's rod and began to suck. The women in the room were eagerly watching, most were grinning, to see how the men fared at this task. Shintani looked quite ill really, but nevertheless, he was sucking Fallen's prick with false enthusiasm (or maybe it wasn't false enthusiasm but rather a false look of illness?) Saliva oozed out of his mouth and he rubbed it along Fallen's shaft with his hands. He used both of his hands around the shaft, masturbating more than sucking. His mouth concentrated on stimulating the head of Fallen's manroot. When the timer beeped, both Shintani and Bluesman moved away from the penises before them in record time. Michael correctly guessed that Bluesman had been sucking his penis. Fallen, while guessing male, had been incorrect in his guess. Eve and Deb took their places before the two men.
+A little while later, Butterfly and SpecialK decided to take a late night swim in the pool since watching the contest and not participating was becoming more of a challenge than they had originally anticipated. There were towels for their use in the master bedroom, Laurel informed them.
+""You know,"" Butterfly began, ""Maybe being in that contest wouldn't have been so bad after all. It's really hard to watch knowing I can't touch anyone, even myself. How long is this contest supposed to be?""
+""Another few hours still!"" lamented SpecialK. ""And I know what you mean. I would have thought my earlier episode on the beach would have tamed my sexual adventurousness for a few hours. Looks like I was wrong. What happened to Dixie? I didn't see him in the den with the others when we left. Maybe he'd want to go for a swim as well?""
+Butterfly couldn't recall where Dixon had left but she knew he had been gone for at least 10 minutes or so, having left when Shintani and Bluesman had been giving their blow job attempts. ""I wonder where he has gone to. Maybe we should check the cams. You can check them all from this tv, right?"" Butterfly picked up the remote and turned on the telly. They flicked channels and saw the cam in the den recording all the action happening with the newest contestants, HSWriter and Sabrina. Currently, southernhelle and Crystal were orally pleasing the two. Helle was mercilessly teasing HSWriter's erect shaft with her tongue, licking along the underside and lightly squeezing his ball sac. Crystal's tongue was hidden between Sabrina's puffy pussy lips. Butterfly flicked the channel. The cam on the deck caught the waves crashing up on the beach. Butterfly flicked again. The two girls peered closer at the screen. ""What is he doing?"" Butterfly asked.
+SpecialK snickered. ""Uhm... hmmn... what IS he doing?."" She leaned in closer to the tv screen. ""What does that package say on the bathroom sink?""
+Butterfly moved her face inches from the screen to attempt to read the unknown package on the vanity. ""Dr. John... Joel? Dr. Joel's Pump? Dr. Joel's Pump with Scrotum Enlargement!!"" ( For those of you who might require such an item it's available from Literotica's Adult Toy store for $169.99! )
+The two women were sent into a titter of giggles. ""So THAT's his secret!!""
+""Oh my god! That is hilarious!!"" The two women laughed until their sides hurt watching the manly Dixon pump his pecker.
+""Clearly he doesn't realise that the cam is there. I'm really going to have to be more conscious of those things from now on.""
+""No kidding! But what I wanna know is why he feels the need to pump up? I mean, how well do those kinds of product work? Surely he had to have been quite sizeable to begin with.""
+""Who knows! Men and their egos. So now what? Is this considered self- stimulation or a medical procedure or what? Is he breaking the rules of the contest?"" Butterfly wondered.
+""Well, so far you and I are the only ones who know. He's in the bathroom... surely unless someone else is looking at this cam feed. And, he's one of us. We can't rat him out. However... a little blackmail couldn't hurt."" SpecialK said with a gleam in her eye.
+""Ooooh! I like the way your mind works! I think, contest or not, we could get our own sexual favours! I wouldn't mind a piece of that pumped up wonder."" Butterfly said with a grin.
+""I'd like to examine his carpet munching till the cows come home ability. I suggest a confrontation is in order.""
+SpecialK headed for the bathroom door, which was right off the master bedroom and knocked swiftly upon it.
+""Occupied!"" came Dixie's voice from the other side of the door. (He really hated that name. Maybe that's why he pumped up? Dixie wasn't an overly masculine nickname.)
+""Yes, we know. And we really do hate to interrupt your time with Dr. Joel but there is this little vision on the telly screen out here. It would be a crying shame if we had to inform the rest of the group about the unique tv programming coming across the wires,"" said SpecialK.
+On the screen they could see Dixon stop mid-pump and stare at the package on the counter. Then he looked around the room and spotted the cam. He smiled sheepishly and a blush crept across his face and he gulped nervously. ""One moment."" he said to the screen. He removed the apparatus from his pumped penis and hastily stuffed it in the box before appearing at the door.
+""Uhm.. Hi there you two! What are you up to?"" he said nonchalantly. He stood with one hand holding his robe closed and the other hiding the package behind his back.
+Butterfly smirked at him. ""We were just watching television. You'd be amazed at the stuff they have on primetime these days!""
+""Oh?"" Dixie said with a gulp.
+""Yup."" SpecialK continued. ""There is this show where these two women catch this man using an erection enhancer. Since he is using it during a contest when he's not supposed to be engaging in any sort of sexual stimulation, manual or otherwise, they blackmail him and insist he perform sexual favours on them when the contest is over."" She smiled sweetly at Dixon and kissed his cheek.
+""No kidding? Sounds like a wonderful story line.""
+""We thought so too,"" agreed Butterfly.
+The two women headed for the pool and Dixon returned back to the den where the contest was taking place. It was hullo_nurse's and Bluesman's last turn to guess.
+AHmmn..... I think.... Eve brought me.... to that fantastic..... orgasm.@ postulated nurse between pants.
+Eve grinned from between hullo_nurse's legs. ACorrect.@
+AWhat about you Bluesman?@
+ALemme think.... Uh... must=ve been Shintani.@ he replied.
+ANope, Alyssa.@ replied Michael.
+AOh heck, Shintani, Alyssa, close enough!@ Bluesman said, the pun about the couple, who had been sexually inseparable most of the weekend, intended. The group laughed.
+Thus far, with 5 contestants left to go, hullo_nurse was the leader. She had managed to correctly identify 4 of the 6 people who had pleasured her. AI=m not cheating! It's just a fluke, I swear it!@ she proclaimed.
+It was Laurel's and Manu's turn to be contestants and everyone wanted a taste of their hosts. HSWriter was probing the velvety cunt lips of Laurel while hullo_nurse had caught her breath enough to illustrate her blow job skills on Manu. Ultimately, hullo_nurse's talent gave her away B Manu guessed it was her. Laurel misguessed and thought Sabrina had been pleasuring her. Next, Deborah moved between Laurel's legs to please the webmistress mercilessly with her wild tongue and nimble fingers. Mrhappy had taken the nurse's place and was giving Manu a blow job. It turned out he was quite good at the task, sucking Manu's rod deeply into his mouth and twisting his tongue about while he sucked.
+After the various Literotica reunion members had orally pleased Laurel and Manu, there were only three contestants left. Eve, Shintani and Alyssa. Since the group was getting a bit tired, they decided that the remaining three contestants could all be blindfolded at the same time.
+Manu, having shot his load from the oral attention of Eve's talented mouth, wanted to reciprocate and moved between her legs. His lips moved easily between her slick labia and teased her clitoris while two of his fingers slid slowly into her cavernous depths. Laurel was now sucking Shintani's shaft, licking and sucking on his mushroomed head (and she said she didn't like mushrooms!) Alyssa was wriggling and moaning on her chair as HSWriter flicked his tongue at her quivering clit.
+Finally it came time for the last part of the final round. Southernhelle, Crystal and Fallen_Angel all headed towards the blindfolded contestants. Fallen_Angel was all set to kneel before Alyssa when southernhelle nudged him out of the way towards Shintani. Crystal was already in position before Eve.
+Damn! thought Fallen under his breath. I thought I was going to get out of this whole blow job thing! As he moved closer towards Shintani's erect and slightly throbbing member he chanted to himself silently. Please don't let him cum, please don't let him cum! The timer was resumed for the final time. With a nervous gulp Fallen began to suck at the extended pole of flesh before him. As he sucked the head of the man before him, he could hear the noisy slurps coming from either side of him. Eve had started moaning, her orgasm just beneath the surface, and Crystal's meticulous attention was encouraging it forward On the other side, Alyssa was panting, but not loud enough to drown out the slurps as southernhelle eagerly licked up the free-flowing liquid coming from Alyssa's vaginal depths. She shoved three fingers into Alyssa's cunt and sucked on her clit, causing the woman to succumb to her release. She let out a wail.
+Hearing the recognizable wail of his lover reaching her climax, Shintani's own manhood began to twitch. Fallen, although unexperienced at fellatio, was a warm, wet, sucking mouth and Shintani's cream spilled forth into it. Fallen could feel the hot rod as the first spurts hit his tongue and the back of his mouth. The burning, sticky cream seemed to be endless. It kept streaming and streaming in thick, lumpy gravy, bleach-like spurts. Fallen wasn't about to swallow the stuff so instead it oozed out of his mouth and down his chin. Finally, the cursed timer beeped.
+Fallen, looking revolted, moved away immediately and headed for the kitchen sink. Before he could get there Deborah confronted him and said AHere, let me help you with that.
+She grabbed him around the neck and wildly kissed him, taking all the spunk that Shintani had spewed into her own mouth and swallowing it down. Her tongue took possession of Fallen's mouth and licked up all the cream that remained. Several minutes had passed before she finally released him. He still headed for the bathroom to rinse, gargle and brush his teeth.
+When Fallen returned hullo_nurse had just been announced the winner of the contest. ""Woohoo!"" said hullo_nurse. ""I know EXACTLY what I want for my prize! Can I have it now or do I have to wait until morning?""
+Due to the lateness of the hour, it was decided that it would be best if the administering of nurse's prize was left until the next morning. That way everyone would be well rested and eager for whatever nurse wanted as her 'sexual favours'.
+Laurel and Manu retreated to their bedroom, and snuggling together they were asleep almost instantly. The rest of the group found various places and partners to crash for the night. Fallen was lying on his back on a mattress on the floor. Crystal had snuggled in on his left. Zeke had lied down against his right side. Michael, and southernhelle had made their way to one of the guest bedrooms, as had Bluesman and hullo_nurse. Mrhappy had been lead to a spare bedroom by Deborah. Sabrina, HSWriter and Eve crashed on a pull-out couch in the living room. Alyssa and Shintani were sleeping on an air mattress on the office floor. Dixon, SpecialK and butterfly found an unoccupied bedroom.
+Butterfly and SpecialK settled in bed with Dixon between them. ""I think I'd like my favour now, what about you Kay?"" asked Butterfly.
+""Why yes Butterfly, I could use a favour right about now. It sounds like just the thing to ease the tensions before bed."" She reached beneath the bedsheet and her hands came into contact with Butterfly's fingers, which were already around Dixie's love pole.
+""Alright, do what you want with me."" Dixon said, sounding resigned. (He sounded resigned but it was completely a front. What man wouldn't want to be taken advantage of by two beautiful women?)
+Butterfly crawled over and straddled Dixon. His hard and large penis was between her legs. It was lying upright against his body like a zucchini and Butterfly moved her hips so that it slipped between her pussy lips, stimulating her clit in such a delightful way.
+SpecialK, meanwhile, had sat herself over Dixon's face, her twat hovering before his nose. He knew what she desired and with his hands he grabbed her hips and pulled her down to his eager mouth. She gasped in pleasure as the first touch of his tongue touched her delicate lower lips.
+Butterfly, having become significantly wet from rubbing her clit against Dixon's throbbing rod now rose up to position the head of his organ to the opening of her vagina. It was time to see if all his pumping had done any good. The head of his erect member slipped slowly into her snatch with a long, oozing moan from Butterfly. She eagerly moved down to let his member penetrate her deeper. ""Ooooh! This is gooood, Kay!""
+SpecialK replied with a moan of her own. ""Damn, I really could get used to this whole oral sex thing."" Her hands were gripping the headboard to keep her balance while Dixon's tongue poked and probed and licked her clit.
+The two women were so turned on having watched the contest that night and not having had any relief that it didn't take them long to reach orgasm. Butterfly stroked over Dixon's penis and his left hand reached over to rub her clit with his thumb. With a shudder she reached her orgasmic release, Dixon's sizeable appendage still within her depths. Dixon's tongue was embedded well in the juicy canal of SpecialK's womanhood and his nose rubbed her clit. She came and flooded her juices all over his face.
+""Let's trade. I want to try out that tongue,"" said Butterfly after they had caught their breath. Dixon looked like he hadn't even worked up a sweat. Only his face glistened. His penis was still rock hard and mammoth. SpecialK eagerly moved to straddle his manhood and Butterfly took her place over Dixon's talented mouth. He licked, sucked, poked and prodded at Butterfly's clit and his fingers slipped into her cavern of lust. His ministrations swiftly brought Butterfly to another climax and she slumped over to the side of the bed and off of his face, exhausted and relaxed.
+SpecialK had found that Dixon's massive size was simply too large to enjoy with her straddling him so she requested that he take her from behind.
+""With pleasure!"" he said, moving behind her and thrusting into her slick pussy with his mighty member, his hands gripping her hips. They thrust together to a spectacular climax. Dixon grunted as his sperm shot forth from his loins. SpecialK wailed as she felt his pumping prick causing her own release.
+""Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhdaaaaaaaaammmmmmnnnnnnnnn that's ssssssooooooo goooooodd!"" she cried collapsing on the bed. Butterfly clapped tiredly.
+The three snuggled together naked and within moments were sound asleep.
+I shall spare you the rest of the details of all the night movements that took place long after the lights went out and move instead to after brunch the following day. Most of the group had slept quite late (poor, tired creatures) and thus hullo_nurse had to wait until almost afternoon before they were finally gathered in the den again for the administering of her prize.
+""I have wanted a DP all my life!"" she said. ""So, for my prize I'd like to be double penetrated by mrhappy and Bluesman while I fellate HSWriter's yummy cock. The rest of you can feel free to join in however you wish,"" she concluded with a wide grin.
+Bluesman eagerly took his position lying on his back in the middle of the room. (A mattress was still there from the night before.) Nurse gave his penis a few sucks to get him properly firm and ready. Meanwhile, mrhappy had moved behind nurse to give her pussy a few licks to moisten it up and get her juices flowing. Southernhelle took mrhappy's mrhappy into her mouth and with a few licks and sucks the pre-cum oozed from the tip. HSWriter was being similarly prepared by Sabrina who was stroking his cock with both her hands, her tongue licking around the mushroomed head. Laurel had brought out some lube and took it upon herself to ensure that hullo_nurse's backdoor was properly slick, around and inside. Her slender finger felt nurse's sphincter clutch tightly. Mrhappy was going to be in heaven in this portal to esctasy. Then she lubed up mrhappy's bent penis.
+Soon, they were all suitably prepared. Hullo_nurse slowly worked her pussy over Bluesman's shaft, sliding up and back to stimulate her clit before allowing him to slip inside. ""Oooooooh!"" she moaned as the wonderful, uncomparable feel of penis filled her cunt. She leaned forward, her breasts rubbing along his lightly-haired chest. Mrhappy took his queue and moved behind the two of them. His hands caressed nurse's creamy asscheeks and spread them open exposing her puckered hole. He aligned the tip of his penis with her slick rosebud and very slowly he pushed forward.
+""Mmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnn!"" murmured nurse as she felt the tip of mrhappy's penis attempt to gain entry into her tight rear passage. She relaxed, bearing down slightly and mrhappy's head slipped in. ""Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! It feels SOOOOOO goooood!""
+""Ugggggghhhhhh!"" mrhappy grunted. ""So tight!""
+Bluesman could feel mrhappy's penis through the thin membrane separating their manhoods. Everything felt so... full. Heck, only mrhappy would have to move to get them all off.
+Mrhappy pushed forward and more of his shaft disappeared into nurse's backside. It was heavenly! The tight rear passage circularly gripping his penis was like a tight, hot glove. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He could feel where Bluesman's manhood, in hullo_nurse's vagina, was pushing up against his own.
+Hullo_nurse, the center of it all, felt like she was ready to faint from the delightful sensations of it all. She felt so full. Bluesman had his cock firmly planted in her cunt and mrhappy's penis was filling up her anal passage. With every inch he inserted she felt full to the brim yet he kept pushing forward, the stimulation beyond belief.
+Mrhappy had finally inserted his entire shaft in the back entrance (exit?) of nurse's ass. Nurse squirmed to see just how well the men were fitting inside her. AOhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Damn this is wonderful! she cried. AI want an orgasm right now. Just a quick one. Just to tide me over. She wiggled just a bit, keeping both men deep within her and twiddled her clit with her fingers to get herself off. Her orgasm was quick to arrive, just as she had said. She was mostly silent, just hisses of her breath coming out in a slow exhale as her body quivered. Now, she was ready to proceed.  
+ACome here you sexy young thing! she called to HSWriter. Obediently he stepped over the lying Bluesman and moved towards hullo_nurse's face. She took HSWriter's youthful rod in her hands and licked her lips. Slowly she moved to lick the precum that had formed a pearly bud on the tip of his head. AMmmmmn! My favourite! The young, virile penis of HSWriter had been so nummy during the contest. She couldn't wait to taste him again. The boy must live on pineapple juice!
+Bluesman and mrhappy had remained still while nurse had gotten herself off but now they were eager to make some movement to further their goal to their own pleasure. Mrhappy began a slow withdrawl from the depth of nurse's ass. Bluesman had nowhere to move. Instead, hullo_nurse moved up off his shaft. Simultaneously, mrhappy slid his member back into nurse's sexy ass while she eased back down over Bluesman's prick. It took them awhile to reach an acceptable rhythm, but soon the three of them were moving together like a well-oiled machine. HSWriter's cock was being orally ministered by nurse's talented lips and tongue. The rest of the group were eager to join in. Deb moved to the right of the group and took nurse's tit into her mouth, teasing the nipple. Sabrina moved to the other breast and offered it similar attention. Southernhelle snaked her hand towards nurse's clit and lightly fingered it in gentle circles. Fallen_Angel moved forward and took nurse's hand, first kissing and stroking the palm before wrapping it around his erect penis and moving it up and down along the shaft. Michael, having observed Fallen's idea took control of nurse's other hand. Nurse's juices still lingered here. These had been the fingers that had been pleasing her clit. Michael sucked the fingers into his mouth to remove any traces of her pussy juice. The rest of the group eagerly watched the show, not wanting to engage in their own sexual pleasure, despite their high states of arousal for fear they would miss the exciting show. The men just lightly stroked their rigid cocks while the women massaged their aching clits.
+Hullo_nurse was unbelievably aroused. She was being stimulated from every angle. She felt like the center of the universe, with everything moving around her, for her. And damn it was hot! She felt like the hot lava core of the earth. Hullo_nurse's rear entry was still so tight. It wasn't like a vagina which eventually stretched to accommodate a penis. With every insertion, mrhappy's penis was transported back to the snug, hot tunnel. Bluesman was lying on the mattress with his eyes closed (he didn't feel like staring up at HSWriter's ass), just concentrating on the unbelievable sensations the movements of nurse and mrhappy were having on his manhood. Every time nurse slid down and mrhappy slid in, he could feel the head of his penis battle with the head of mrhappy's penis for room in nurse's body. Consequently, with Bluesman's rod having to move more to the front of her body, hullo_nurse's g-spot was being stimulated with each pass.
+It was obvious to the others in the room when hullo_nurse was building up to her orgasm. Initially she had started out with soft moans and grunts. Steadily the volume and pitch of the sounds emitted by her vocal chords seemed to be increasing. And she sucked with greater fervour on HSWriter's penis letting him slip down her throat. The vibrations of nurse's throat caused a sheen of sweat to appear on HSWriter's body, as he struggled to contain his wad from erupting too soon. AOh Jesus! Oh damn! Oh shit! he panted. Feeling the hot, tell-tale throb of HSWriter's penis was all she needed to consent to her own release. She moved her mouth back so she could suck the head of his cock with all the strength her jaw muscles provided. HSWriter came like a faucet, his sweet-tasting semen flooding nurse's mouth as she eagerly swallowed it down while her own orgasm came over her like a volcano.
+AOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I=M CCCCCCCC UUUUUUUUU MMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMM IIIIIIIINNNNGGG!!!!!!!!!! she wailed. Her body vibrated and shook as her orgasm pulsed through her veins. Bluesman and mrhappy were buried well within her depths, her clenching muscles coaxing them to their own release. The group was an erupting volcano of cum. Hullo_nurse's juices squirted forth while Bluesman was filling her up with his own release. Mrhappy was emptying his load into the backside of the prizewinner. The remains of HSWriter's cum had dripped down nurse's face to her heaving bosom. Michael and Fallen_Angel spurted their own ejaculate over the panting group of bodies as hullo_nurse's fingers had clamped around both quivering shafts.
+Slowly the grunts and moans and wails subsided and the panting breaths slowly returned to normal. Hullo_nurse was still impaled by both men, even as their shafts shrivelled inside her. She was completely void of energy and her body felt like electric jello. Mrhappy manged to extract his member and moved away to flop into the nearest chair. Nurse slid off of Bluesman and collapsed on the mattress beside him. Bluesman didn't move at all. The group was utterly spent."
+163,Literotica Reunion Ch. 7,Hullo_nurse,Chain Stories,2000-10-08,2000-10-08,2022-01-08 03:51:17,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/literotica-reunion-ch-7,"Reunionites try a ""daisy chain"".","['Alyssa Michael', 'Bitch Alyssa', 'Daisy Chain', 'Dixon', 'Kat Told', 'Mrhappy', 'Noise Making', 'Sabrina Pussy', 'Side Circle', 'Specialk']",3.76,"The whole room erupted into a round of applause. Bluesman, Mrhappy and HSwriter wearily stood up and took a bow. Nurse was still sprawled on the floor, basking in the afterglow of multiple orgasms the group had brought her to.
+""Thank you so much, everyone. I can't believe my dream has finally cum true. If only I had a tape of it! No one at home is going to believe me,"" Nurse remarked after the applause had died down and the laughter had begun.
+""Your wish is my command, milady"" drawled Fallen. ""Manu, you got that all on tape, right? Can't we dub it for Nurse to have a copy to bring home?""
+""I'll see what I can do,"" replied Manu.
+Little did the entire group know that he was already compiling a video of the entire weekend and planned on providing a copy to everyone as a going away present to remember this great time forever.
+Laurel the incredible hostess that she was, appeared in the doorway to tell us that lunch was ready outside on the deck. Laurel had managed to find time to order a huge sub sandwich. There were chips and potato salad, you know, picnic-y stuff. We all sat on blankets on the ground, talking, listening to some cool dance music blasting from the excellent stereo system Manu had rigged up.
+The conversation at lunch focused on the contest last night. It seems everyone had a great time, even the guys who tried to pretend that they wanted nothing to do with sucking another guy's cock. Butterfly and SpecialK admitted to the group that they were so sorry that they hadn't participated and that after a few hours of watching they were just dying to join in. All the girls offered their treasure for sampling, but always the mastermind, Crystal suggested that we get into a circle.
+We were all through with lunch and got the trash collected. Then Crystal sat down on one of the blankets and encouraged everyone else to find a place to sit. Manu sat next to Crystal, then Butterfly and Nurse. Dixon was on Nurse's other side. Next to Dixon was Mrhappy. Poor Dix didn't know what he had just gotten himself into! Then there was Eve, HSwriter, Laurel, SpecialK, Deborah, Fallen, Southerenhelle and Shintani. Kat snuck between Shintani and Alyssa.
+""You have to learn to share,"" Kat told Alyssa.
+Alyssa started to protest, but one look at Kat told her that she should refrain.
+Next to Alyssa, Michael, then Sabrina and Bluesman, who was on Crystal's other side.
+""Now what?"" the innocent Butterfly asked.
+There was some chuckling among those that knew what Crystal was up to. HSwriter and Michael were already starting to get stiff. Laurel licked her lips and Deborah looked at SpecialK with a glint in her eye.
+Mrhappy looked at Dixon and said ""No fucking way. Dixon, do you know what we're going to be doing?""
+Dixon had no clue, so he responded ""No, why?""
+Crystal gave the instructions. ""Anyone heard of a daisy chain? For those of you who have not, it is the ultimate group sex experience, in my humble opinion. Turn to the person on your right, spread their legs and start eating your desert!""
+Butterfly shyly looked at Nurse. Nurse leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the lips.
+""Just do what you like to have done to you. It's that simple. Don't worry. If you like it, I'm sure I will!"" Nurse said with a smile of her face. Then she turned to Dixon.
+""Are you ready, stud, for the blow of your life?"" asked Nurse.
+""Oh, yeah! But do you all really expect me to suck Mrhappy's mrhappy?"" Dixon questioned the group.
+Helle and Deborah laughed and shouted at once ""Fuck yeah!!""
+Mrhappy looked at Dixon and said, ""Just try it, if you can't get into it, then I'll move, ok?""
+Dixon, not wanting to be tortured and mocked by the group for the rest of the weekend agreed to try it. He decided that whatever Nurse did to him he would do to Mrhappy's mrhappy.
+As Nurse tried to deepthroat Dixon's 13"" wondercock Dixon was struggling not to gag on Mrhappy.
+""How the hell do you do it?!"" Dixon asked.
+""Practice makes purrrrfect,"" replied Nurse.
+Nurse was gobbling Dixon up, focusing on the ""male clit"" (you know, the spot just below the slit under the rim of the head), massaging his balls in her hands. Dixon, in turn was doing the same to Mrhappy. Dixon seemed to be getting into it, despite his initial hesitancy and Mrhappy could care less who was giving him this fantastic blow.
+Soon all you could hear was a chorus of moans and lots of slurping. It didn't take long for everyone to come at least once, as the scent and sounds enveloped the group making them all the hotter. When Mrhappy came Dixon dropped his jaw and pushed mrhappy out of his mouth with a start. Nurse laughed after swallowing down ever drop of Dixon's spunk.
+""Oh my god, she squirted!!"" shouted SpecialK.
+""God, that was good,"" sighed Deborah. ""Are you sure you don't like eating pussy? No one has made me squirt the first time they've been down there.""
+""Who ever said I didn't like eating pussy? I'm just a little shy that's all. I already said I regret not joining in last night. Do you have to keep rubbing it in?"" SpecialK replied.
+""Bitch fight! Bitch fight!"" the guys chorused.
+""There will be no fighting, bitch or otherwise, so give it up, ladies,"" the webmistress demanded. She flicked her whip just to make her point.
+""Ok, now switch to the person on your left,"" Crystal instructed, trying to dissipate the mood in the air.
+Dixon said his mouth was too tired to do oral again and asked Crystal if he could bang Nurse instead.
+Deborah laughed and said, ""See, Dix, head is a tough job. Maybe you won't take it for granted next time!""
+Crystal said, ""Anything goes, as long as everyone has fun.""
+This led to a massive gangbang. You can't even imagine the scene that unfolded. Nurse laid down as Dixon positioned himself over her, ramming his white meat into her tight twat. Butterfly sat on Nurse's face, as Nurse wanted to show her what it was like to be pleased by another woman. Mrhappy started sucking Dixon's balls and ass. Dixon was moaning as his ass was being rimmed.
+Mrhappy spread Dix's ass cheeks open wide and put the tip of mrhappy at his virgin rosebud.
+""What the FUCK!!"" Dixon exclaimed.
+""Relax, man. This'll just hurt a little. But if you fight it you might end up like dear Spellcheck,"" Mrhappy soothingly replied.
+""I can't believe this is happening,"" Dixon said. ""But, what the hell, you only live once and there is absolutely NO other place or time in the world that I will ever let this happen. Just be gentle,"" he cooed to Mrhappy.
+Everyone near Dixon and Mrhappy broke out in laughter and those on the other side of the circle just watched in awe as Mrhappy penetrated Dixon's arse. Soon Dixon and Mrhappy were moving in time together as Dixon's whopper was pummeling Nurse's swollen pussy.
+Butterfly was moaning as Nurse licked and sucked on her blooming flower while twirling and softly pinching Butterfly's nipples. Butterfly was on her hands and knees, her mouth on Manu's shaft. Manu was getting the benefit of Nurse's ministrations to Butterfly, as Butterfly seemed to have lost all inhibitions and was not shy at all in working Manu's pole.
+On the other side of the circle SpecialK tasted Laurel's pussy. Laurel was lying on her back with her legs pulled up to her chest, pussy lips spread open wide allowing SpecialK full access. Laurel was encouraging SpecialK to continue by all the noise she was making.
+""Mmmmhhhhh, ohhh yeahhhh, eat me girl, ooouuuuuuuuhhhhh, fuck, yeah, aaahhhhhhhh, mmmhhhhhhh, uuuhhhhhhhh, mmmmuhhhh, mmmmmuhhhh, ahhhh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, yeaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh, eat me, eat me, yeeeeaaaaah, aaaahhaaaaa, aaaahhhhaaaa, oooohhhhhh, mmmmmmhhhhh, mmmmmhhhhhh,"" Laurel moaned and groaned.
+""God, Manu, how do you stand it? Laurel must wake the neighbors!"" jabbed Deborah.
+""I don't mind. At least I know she's enjoying herself. And the neighbors know what a great fuck I am. I'm too sexy for my neighbors, too sexy for my neighbors, tooo sexxxieeee,"" teased Manu back.
+""Oh, god, stop singing and get back to licking,"" Crystal complained.
+Bluesman said, ""Hey, you, too girl. My cock just felt a cool breeze. It wouldn't have if your mouth was around it!""
+Crystal obliged and strongly sucked Bluesman's shaft into her mouth biting down gently. He winced but didn't say a word, knowing there would be hell to pay if he did. He was enjoying Sabrina's pussy too much to move away from it again anyway.
+Everyone got back to the business at hand and soon Laurel was not the only one moaning out in ecstasy. It is a good thing that Laurel and Manu had their own private beach, because otherwise this would be a show no one would want to miss.
+Eve had no choice but to play with Mrhappy's balls, as his dick was buried deep in Dixon's ass. She easily and quickly tired of this and scooted forward a bit to lick Dixon's balls and Nurse's pussy as Dixon fucked Nurse. She continued to massage Mrhappy's swinging balls with her hands.
+HSwriter was enjoying Eve's dark pussy, leaning down on his hands and knees nibbling on her engorged clit, making her squirm. She usually preferred to have a woman sucking on her ""little man"" as she called it, but HSwriter was doing a fantastic job for a guy. She relaxed and let herself enjoy it.
+Laurel was sucking HSwriter's cock from underneath, and he was getting a vibrating hum-job with all the noise she was making. HSwriter had no complaints, though, since it was seriously getting him off.
+Deborah was not to be outdone by Laurel in giving SpecialK the pussy licking of her life. Deborah prided herself in being an expert in carpet munching. She could make even the most frigid woman climax in a matter of minutes. Deborah took her time, though on SpecialK. She wanted K to delight in all that could be elicited from Deborah's glorious tongue.
+Deborah started by licking the outer lips and suckling them a little. Then she ran her tongue up and down K's slit, her tongue pressing a little harder with each pass. SpecialK gasped. Deborah had found her little nubbin of pleasure. Deborah licked around it in circles making it harder and more sensitive. Soon Deborah had 2 fingers inside SpecialK, feeling for her g-spot. When Deborah found it she stroked it, keeping a steady tempo, making K want to die from the pure pleasure of it all.
+""OH MY GOD!! Deborah! You are incredible!"" SpecialK cried out as she climaxed.
+Fallen Angel and his talented cock were ministering to Deborah. He kept up the pace that all the others had set, and was rocking back and forth on his knees. He had no idea what was going to happen to him next. Southernhelle took something out from under the blanket. The rest of the group saw what she had, but stifled their laughter so as not to give it away. Southernhelle positioned herself on her hands and knees behind Fallen. She applied a generous amount of ""anal ease"" to the tip of the strap-on she had adorned and took Fallen before he knew what was happening.
+""What in the hell is that thing buried in my ass?"" Fallen cried out.
+As Helle started to move inside him, Fallen started to relax and actually started to enjoy this anal fucking. He couldn't believe that after the initial pain it actually felt good. Before he knew it he was filling Deborah up with his hot molten cum. ""Oh, god! Oh, god. That was incredible,"" Fallen told Southernhelle. ""But don't anyone EVER do that to me again!!"" he added just for his pride's sake.
+Shintani was rimming Helle's ass while she fucked Fallen with her fake cock. Shintani was, at the same time, being tea-bagged by Kat. He had never had a woman take both of his balls in her mouth at once, but Kat didn't seem to have any trouble doing it at all.
+Alyssa was getting back at Kat by bringing her just to the edge of climaxing and then pulling away. Kat was getting very frustrated. Alyssa put one finger into Kat's wet hole and wiggled it around, but as soon as Kat let her know she liked it Alyssa would take it out. What a bitch Alyssa was being.
+Michael had the job of showing Alyssa that there was more to sex that Shintani. He was licking her pussy, rimming her asshole and had 2 fingers in her pussy. Alyssa was humping back on Michael's fingers, not believing that she was getting off on another guy while her lover was eating out another woman.
+Sabrina was having the time of her life, what with being eaten by Bluesman and giving Michael head she felt such power. Bluesman was enjoying the scent of Sabrina's pussy and the taste even more. She had a sweet tang that he just couldn't get enough of. He kept sucking it out of her center, willing her to give him more. As she climaxed he almost drown in it. He was in heaven.
+As everyone became exhausted from multiple orgasms and the sheer excitement of the daisy chain they dropped to the blanket and fell into a stupor. Zeke appeared out of nowhere. He had his picking of dicks and pussies to lick, going from one to the next, smelling the juices of sex, sex and more sex. Zeke was in doggie heaven.
+Fallen called to his delinquent pet, but Zeke would not listen. He was too excited. As he made his way around the circle his pecker started to grow and was soon poking out of his sheath. Who was he going to make his bitch next? Alyssa didn't even see it cumming. Zeke mounted Alyssa and stabbed at her doggie-virgin hole. Shintani tried to stop Zeke, but Zeke turned to him and growled, baring his teeth.
+Zeke fucked Alyssa without abandon. Soon his jism was filling Alyssa's hole to overflowing and she couldn't contain it all. As it leaked out, Alyssa sighed. She'd actually enjoyed it!
+Fallen was able to round up Zeke and put a leash on him. Fallen brought Zeke out to the front of the house and tied the leash to the back of the truck.
+""No more of that from you, Zeke! I apparently can't take you anywhere. I am going to get kicked out soon if you don't stop this shit. Now BEHAVE!!"" Fallen reprimanded Zeke.
+It was starting to get dusky outside and everyone decided it would be great to go skinny-dipping in the ocean.
+""Last one in's a rotten egg!"" shouted Laurel.
+ _To Be Continued..._"
+164,Literotica Reunion Ch. 8,Bluesmanii,Chain Stories,2000-10-07,2000-10-07,2022-01-08 03:51:18,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/literotica-reunion-ch-8,The group parties on the beach.,"['Alternated Sucking', 'Alyssa Shintani', 'Attracted Attention', 'Beach Sun', 'Bluesman', 'Dixon', 'Exact Moment', 'Helle', 'Laurel', 'Manu']",3.71,"**Chapter VIII: Lay 'Em Straight**
+Laurel sprinted across the beach into the last of the sun's rays. Her lithe silhouette jigging back and forth as she kicked into the yielding sand - attracted the attention of Manu - and - for perhaps the first time today, Bluesman had found himself staring at her.   Somehow, most of the guests who had wanted to, had sequestered Laurel alone with some ruse or another. Bluesman had not been so lucky. At 27, she was nearly 20 years his junior. The spritely movement of her nude buttocks as she ran toward the water reminded him of several girls he'd met long ago. He felt young again and wondered at it. ""Well...douchebag!"", His conscience scolded. ""Does the way you feel have less to do with your psychotic nostalgia and more to do with the half a ton of pussy you've fucked and eaten for two whole days? DUH!...No wonder it feels like college again!""
+Bluesman smiled and felt his erection returning. This RE-union (could you actually call it a reunion if it was really their first union?) was doing wonders for his libido. He thought that the gang bang of Hullo_Nurse had drained whatever reserves he'd had, but the sight of young Laurel's form had generously jolted his rather large cock and ensured that his age wouldn't embarrass him.
+He looked over to the yard where some of the guys were volunteering to help Manu drag some comforts onto the beach. A beach party would conclude the weekend's debauchery and leave everyone sore and sandy thought Bluesman. Oh well... that means that the showers will be the action spot tonight and tomorrow morning! He was torn between following Laurel and pitching in with Shintani, Michael, Fallen, MrHappy, and HSWriter. He opted to help and looked wistfully as Laurel skipped into the surf. The gang was grabbing beach chairs, volleyball nets, horseshoes, ice chests, towels, blankets, and half the contents of Price Club's seasonal aisle and dragging them onto the sand and down to an area just fifty feet shy of the water. Southern_Helle grabbed a Coleman with a dozen beers on ice and an umbrella and strode to the beach. Crystal offered to help as did Alyssa and soon, everything was out on the beach. The sun had set and a faint orange afterglow illuminated the sky like some car or beverage commercial thought Bluesman...And why not? This WAS California after all!
+He grabbed a large chest of beer to keep company with the one that Helle carried down. He trudged with it and thought about how beautiful all of the women had been and how unreal this whole affair had turned out. It might take months to wash away the scent of pussy and certainly a year or more to wipe off that shit-eating grin. That grin was his Irish best and he felt it spread as Laurel, freshly back from a quick soak in the Pacific, walked up toward him. Or so he thought! Behind him, he heard Manu's voice and he felt like a high-school jerk again, realizing that she was coming toward Manu, not him.
+""Manu..."" she said, a bit out of breath. ""How's the water, love?"" he interrupted. ""Fine...really nice! Honey...do you think it's OK for some of the gang to smoke weed on the beach? Helle asked me...and I KNOW a few of these characters are into altered states of consciousness just from their writing!"" Manu frowned. It's not that he never smoked pot, he just didn't like taking chances. But, not wanting to be a wet blanket, he acceded and told her to tell everyone it's OK but they were on their own.
+Bluesman noted this as he walked just in front of Manu and shot a glance at Laurel as she passed him. He sought out Helle. ""hey...I have some killer stuff if you want to toke."" She smiled and grabbed his hand. They lit up behind a canvas lean-to and took in a long drag each. ""You think she's pretty?"" asked Helle.
+""Who?"" said Bluesman nonchalantly.
+""Laurel"".
+""Oh... she's OK he said vaguely.
+Helle gave him a shot in the ribs and said... ""Fuck you! I SAW you staring at her you dick! Who are you kidding?""
+Bluesman reached out and grabbed Helle's left tit and gave it a pinch. ""I've stared, to one degree or another, at EVERY woman here! I'm an equal opportunity pervert!""
+Helle laughed and invited Crystal to join. She was soon accompanied by MrHappy and then Alyssa and Shintani. Before long a small contingent of potheads had gathered by the lean to and were perfuming the beach with the redolent smell of burning marijuana. Dixon strode suddenly into the fray in fake dreadlocks and nothing else and declared: ""Ire Mon...some spliff going roun' an you not gonna invite Dixon?"" They looked at the dreads and all fell apart laughing.
+Appropriately, some Reggae music cut into the sounds of the beach frolic as Bob Marley's unmistakable voice punctuated the breeze.
+""Pos-i-tive Vi-bration Yea-ah...Pos-i-tive!""
+Deborah began a seductive dance that lured Nurse over toward her. The two swayed in the nude illuminated by the propane lanterns and the beach fire. At times they touched and the deliberateness of their movements suggested that this was not an unplanned event. Erections were sprouting like...well...mushrooms as Alyssa and Sabrina also danced. Incredible! Another fucking erection after all this gluttonous sex!
+On a chair near the fire Bluesman spied Manu poking it trying to create a ring of fire around a large pot of chile he was tending, while Fallen was explaining the ingredients of his ""Essential Western Chile"" to a disinterested Manu. SpecialK came over and slid a soft hand down Manu's thighs while Fallen was exalting about the Scotch Bonnets that ""Bring It"" to his five alarm concoction. He realized he was out of school when he saw SpecialK drop to her knees in the sand and put Manu's semi-rigid shaft in her hand and lift it, with a wink, to her lips. Fallen just waltzed down to the water and joined a group that had been splashing each other and laughing like hyenas.
+Bluesman looked for Laurel and found that she was alone by the lantern trying to light it while it was still swinging from the bamboo pole. ""Here...let me help"".
+At six foot, Bluesman wasn't tall, but he was tall enough to be of assistance to a rather petite woman. He turned the wick, lit it, and trimmed it to the right length. ""Thanks!"" said Laurel enthusiastically. ""Having fun?"" she asked.
+""Ummmm...so far"" mumbled Bluesman. Her proximity prompted him to an impetuous move. He suddenly grabbed her and pressed her soft thighs against his dangling, rigid cock, her breasts pressed against his chest. He placed his lips carefully on hers and said: ""NOW...I'm having fun!"" She let him probe her mouth, his tongue touching hers, touching the roof of her mouth, his lips twisting to accommodate hers. He felt her hand glide along his imposing erection and guide it toward her cunt. She rubbed it's huge mushroom head against the wet folds of her vulva and moistened it well. Inch by inch she pulled it into her till he asserted the control and shoved the fat cock into her as deeply as it would allow.
+They were actually just standing there, he hunched down a bit to get under her, she on tip-toes. It must have seemed comical to HSwriter as he sauntered close to them. ""Somebody get a bucket of water! These two are stuck and goin' at it!"" It attracted the attention of a few of the crowd. ""Don't stop now!"" hissed Laurel. ""You wanted to fuck me? NOW...fuck me!""
+Bluesman looked around and saw a blanket nearby. He nodded in it's direction and Shintani grabbed it and threw it on the sand just behind them. Bluesman picked up Laurel who was still impaled on his cock and slowly kneeled down in the sand placing her gently on her back.
+He lifted her legs and placed her calves on his shoulders while he plowed into her open cunt with abandon. He was kneeling, and she flat with her legs extended. His cock was driving into her and he felt her starting to quiver with the anticipation of an orgasm. Deborah, late to arrive to this scene, whistled in appreciation and knelt by Laurel's head and leaned down to kiss her on the mouth. She kissed her deeply and her hands wandered to Laurel's breasts and she played with them while Bluesman pounded her pussy. Several of those watching paired off and began assorted forms of erotic play. There was Alyssa with her Shintani, HSWriter and Eve were at it for the umpteenth time, MrHappy had Butterfly sucking on his somewhat rehabilitated dick, while over in the shadows it appeared that the insatiable Nurse was now encircled by several men sporting evidence of their devotion to her. She alternated between sucking Dixon's massive pole, and Fallen's and Michael's and...amazingly...the evangelical ditz who dropped in to convert the sinners, Ted! Nurse was ably handling the gathering when Crystal joined her and split off Fallen and Michael leaving Nurse with Dixon and Ted.
+Ted was citing Revelations under his breath, certain that damnation would find him in this compromised state and carry him, unwillingly, in the arms of dark angels to the bowels of hell... where he'd spend eternity getting fucked by Zeke the perverted dog.
+He muttered harder and Nurse, confusing his talking in tongues with the signs of an incipient orgasm, began to concentrate on his rather smallish cock. She sucked it's whole length like a cocktail frank into her mouth and nearly swallowed his balls in the offing. Her superb ministrations produced a shriek of delivery from the would-be missionary and he let loose a torrent of jism than took Nurse by surprise both for it's violence as well as it's volume. The boy was plugged! She had uncorked a lifetime of self-denial and it was like an Oklahoma gusher coming in at the last possible moment!
+""Damn!"" said Dixon...""All that cum outta that tiny needle-dick?"" Nurse smiled up mischievously at Dixon Carter Lee. Her mouth still foaming with the pent up seed of the unlikely invitee.
+""So...Dixie...Whatcha gonna do to impress me now?"" Nurse cooed. Dixon stroked his hard cock and suddenly pushed Nurse onto all fours. He rubbed some of his own precum onto his big knob and slid it tightly against the small brown pucker of Nurse's rectum. ""You want something different? OK, baby... you got it!!"" he said as his cock inched into Nurse's ass.
+Kat came into the light from the edge of the crowd and got under Nurse and sucked lightly at her wet cunt while Dixon rammed his pole into and out of her tight ass. The stimulation from below was too much and it pushed Nurse into a frenzy of face fucking as she shoved her sex-swollen mound against Kat's delicate lips bruising them with her fury and desire. Kat lapped obediently and teased Nurse's clit until it pushed her over the edge. The resulting cry of ""Oh god, oh god, oh god, ohhhhhh....dammmnnnnn....fuck!!!! fuck!!!! hereeeeeee I cummmmmmm!"" brought forth chortles of amused laughter as everyone realized what a good time they were all having. Dixon, grunted loudly as he unloaded his weapon inside of Nurse. ""How'd you like THAT? Hullo???!!!"" She turned and merely smiled at him.
+Bluesman, barely aware of the nearby frivolity, began to feel the familiar twinge of an orgasm welling up in him. He grabbed Laurel's ankles...held them wide apart, ignored a few well-meant calls of encouragement, and slammed the last few penetrations into her in an attempt to force the cum to fruition. Laurel was shaking and responding in perfect rhythm to him and at the exact moment that his thighs and calves quivered in involuntary spasms, he felt Laurel releasing beneath him. Her body went limp and Bluesman watched as her pretty head tilted back and forth in the finality of her climax.
+Deborah looked lovingly down at Laurel as Laurel's face started to drain of the pink flush that had accompanied her arousal. ""You c-c-c-crazy b-b-b- bitch!"" Laurel chided Deborah, and everyone cracked up!
+Crystal was now attracting the attention of those not carnally engaged with her virtuoso display of fellatio as she smoothly alternated between Fallen's hard cock and Michael's stiff prick.
+She was kneeling in the sand between both of the men and while still stroking Michael's cock, she licked the entire length of Fallen's and pulled the purple prick wholly into her mouth. She sucked furiously then alternated by sucking Michael and stroking Fallen. Both men stood above her, eyes closed, concentrating on the intense sensation of Crystal's ministrations. Each man changed position and took turns fucking her mouth at her direction. Each one was loathe to vacate for the other. Finally, as they both drew near to climax, she grabbed each cock and jerked them evenly back and forth until the guys cried out simultaneously that they were cumming. They both grasped their shafts and stroked the last few times to induce the cum and it splattered all at once on Crystal's pretty face. First Michael erupted in an opaque stream that Crystal expertly caught in her mouth, then Fallen shot a heavy load across her face and onto her shoulder and chest. Subsequent pulses of cum from each man caught her on the chin, lips, and tits and she was left with a slick, wet, sheen on her tits and a glaze of cum on her face. She smiled when she opened her eyes after the men stopped cumming and laughed to see that a small crowd had gathered. Bowing with a smart-aleck grin, she sprinted into the surf to wash off the evidence of her accomplishment.
+MrHappy had already cum in Butterfly's mouth and she pronounced him in fine fettle after all of the recent insults his cock had endured physically. Somewhere, Manu had finished a whirlwind session of fucking with SpecialK who had demurely bent over and offered him the back door to her pussy as she braced herself on a chair. Manu had seen that most of the attendees were in one way or another behaving like a bunch of crazed sex-writers and decided to fortify his evening meal with a healthy dose of SpecialK. She was oblivious to all else as Manu pounded her from behind. They both came in a quivering climax that left each sated, if winded.
+Helle, watching all of the sex going on, decided to find Dixon. She located him and dragged him to a spot just outside of the fire and directly under one of the lanterns. ""Deb..."" she called. ""Think Dixon could be buried in the sand yet still have his cock above ground"". ""Maybe..."" said Deb cautiously...But I think MrHappy would work better since he's not as big bodied as Dixon, so we wouldn't have to dig too deeply"". Dixon snorted! ""That ordinary every-day dick...stick higher than mine? NO WAY!""
+""Let's see"" said Helle as she began to bury Dixon. He laid on his back and she pushed the sand into a berm that surrounded him. She had taken measures to insure that sand did not get into his nether cavity. Several other women joined in and they managed to bury Dixon quite thoroughly. At approximately 40 feet away, MrHappy was obligingly allowing several women to bury him in a similar manner. His feet pointed toward Dixon's feet. When he was buried, Dixon, head leaning forward to see said: ""Now what???!!!""
+""OK Deb!"" said Helle brightly. ""Grab his cock and massage it. Make sure it sticks up above the sand."" Helle and Deb worked on the men's cocks till each sustained an erection that plainly intersected the plane of the sand and rose majestically above it.
+""Wow!"" Look at that, declared Helle, pleased with her efforts.
+""Now, Deborah...please get the horsehoes!"" Deb walked a short distance and returned with eight rubber horseshoes...four red, four green.
+""What the????"" protested Dixon. ""Shut up!"" said Helle.
+""Just make sure that stick doesn't move! I'm nasty when I miss!""
+Deb captained one team and Helle the other as the men watching winced when one rubber missile after another just missed the fleshy targets. After 20 near misses, Helle caught a ringer around Dixon's pole and she shrieked with delight! ""OK!!! WE WIN!!!"" Looking up, Dixon said: ""What did we win?""
+""WE???!!!"" said Helle with emphasis. ""WE? Since when does the gamecock win the game? Since when does the ball win the contest? But don't worry Dixon...you're gonna like my prize!""
+Helle lifted the robe she was wearing and squatted above Dixon's still erect, if throbbing, cock. She straddled him digging her knees into the sand and rode him like a horse. She came first and decided to torture old Dixie by not letting him cum. When she slid off, his purple prick was still well above the level of the berm and in a moment, that aspect would be seen by some uninvited spectators.
+Two elderly dowagers were taking their evening constitutional on the beach when they veered directly into the group in their revelry. Staring disapprovingly of their nudity, the old gals marched through without a comment. When, suddenly, one began crying! ""What? What? Charlotte?""
+""Sniff..."" cried the other.
+""I'm sorry Viola...it's just too disconcerting!""
+""What is my dear?"" ""THAT!"" said Charlotte pointing at Dixon! ""That is!""
+""When I was a teen...I was afraid of 'em. When I was in my twenties, I was curious about 'em. When I was in my thirties, I enjoyed them. When I was in my forties, I sought them out. When I was in my fifties I craved them. When I was in my sixties, I gave up on them. When I was in my seventies, I forgot aout them. NOW...NOW that I'm in my EIGHTIES...they are popping up all over the place!""
+As the two ladies moved on, peals of laughter shook the group closest to Dixon and he had a good belly laugh himself. Eve stepped forward from the crowd and offered to relieve poor Dixon's condition if Helle wasn't going to oblige. That prompted Helle to coax: ""OK, Eve...Dixon ain't no HSWriter! See if you can fit THIS mouthful down!"" She gently guided Eve's head as she lowered it onto Dixon's now purple appendage and held the shaft, in effect, feeding Dixon's lickin'stick slowly into Eve's determined mouth. Helle massaged his balls and stroked his cock smoothly. Dixon grunted a few times and thru some intution, Helle sensed the exact moment that Dixon was going to blow! She FORCED Eve down hard onto the dick and she gagged once as Dixon shot a huge wad of thick cum into her throat....then another...then another. When Eve yanked her head up to breathe and try to swallow, Helle pulled her face gently toward her own and kisses her accepting some of the cum as a token of appreciation for the aid lent.
+Over by one of the lanterns, Bluesman had bumped into Alyssa who had just finished fucking Shintani nearly non-stop for an hour. She was a dervish of sexual energy packaged in a small, delectable, frame. He looked up from the slow, mournful blues that he was quietly blowing on his harmonica as she came over. ""That was nice! How long have you been playing the harp?""
+""About five minutes just now..."" he said and then winked at her.
+""I meant...""
+""I KNOW what you meant"" he interjected.
+""I guess about 25 years now...why?""
+""No reason...you just sounded really smooth. Why harp...why didn't you choose a more traditional instrument?""
+Bluesman grinned. ""Well...when I was an 18 year old romantic jerk, I took my first long term girlfriend to a scenic overlook of New York. We parked and started making out. I promised her breathlessly that: ""I would play her body like a fine violin!"" She demanded that I play her like a harmonica...so here I am today!"" and he chuckled as she realized her leg had been firmly pulled.
+She kissed him but bounced away to join the group before Bluesman got to demonstrate his talented lips and tongue upon the instrument of her desire. (* NO...NOT SHINTANI'S COCK YOU PERVERTS! *Author's note!)
+A volley ball game had formed between some of the guys and some of the women. Nude volleyball, of course. Each side was determined to cause the other to dive into the sand to make plays. After only 20 minutes of batting the ball about, the whole gang broke for the water for a quick swim to wash off and then came up to the fire where Manu was ladling scoops of chile into plastic bowls.  
+By now, most of the invitees were again robed and the beach was becoming less hospitable as a breeze kicked up. Reluctantly, they all gathered the detritus of the bacchanal and repaired back to the beach house.
+The showers were a hive of sexual activity as guys washed girls, girls washed girls, and Fallen washed his degenerate dog who had rolled in some fragrant excrement he had found. Why the fuck do dogs do this? thought Fallen as he combed through the dog's matted hair.
+After showers, everyone gathered in the great room to talk, drink some more and, perhaps, check off their lists to tally who still remained untried. Promises to visit each other soon rang hollowly thoughout the conversations that Bluesman had tuned in. He knew that with very few exceptions, all would retreat back into their ""respectable"" lives and act as though this never happened. This was a feast. A well choreographed, yet freewheeling adventure that went from cybersapce to carnalspace in one glorious weekend! Tomorrow, they'd pack their bags, bid polite goodbyes, wish Manu and Laurel continued success with the Literotica site and go back online writing erotic fiction and trading jibes on the buletin board.
+""Hey!"" cried Dixon...""What do you think happened to Rodrigo after he left here.????""
+Bluesman smirked, then offered his sardonic observation: ""Maybe he went to the vet for VD shots!"" It was to be the final laugh of the evening as they all paired off for a last night of sex and sleep.
+    _ **The End??**_"
+165,Literoticum Survivor Murders Ch. 01,Bakeboss,Chain Stories,2009-10-31,2009-10-31,2022-01-08 03:51:21,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/literoticum-survivor-murders-ch-01,Hubby mysteriously chokes on condom.,"['Cream Pie', 'Cuckold']",3.53,"""OK Miss try to calm down, just tell me in your own words what happened.""
+""Oh officer it's all my fault, he was in here writing another story for the Literoticum Survivor Contest. I just left the room for a minute to call my new boyfriend, and when I came back my husband was dead.""
+""I see, you say he was writing, so do you have any idea why he has a condom sticking out of his mouth?""
+""Of course, I do, I put it there, but I always do that. I always bring hubby a souvenir when I go out and I'm sure he's always enjoyed it before...""
+""You mean you bring your husband a used condom home when you go out?""
+""Well, only if my lover feels like using one, if we go bareback I just let him clean it out of my pussy.""
+""OK I guess I understand, please go on.""
+""OK, where was I, Oh yeah, anyway I met a new man tonight. He was like you officer, I mean he wasn't a cop he was a big strong black man much like yourself. You know as I think about it maybe that's what the problem was.""
+""Yes Mam please just tell me what you know.""
+""Oh I'll tell you what I know, this nigger, oh excuse me I mean this black gentleman had the biggest cock I've ever seen.""
+""Mam what does the size of his penis have to do with your husband's death?""
+""I'm trying to tell you, if you'd just let me finish. Now where was I, oh yeah this nigger's Johnson...""
+""Miss, do you think you can stop using that word? I find it offensive.""
+""What, you don't like Johnson? Oh of course, I'm sorry you don't like nigger, sure I understand, it's just Raymond kept calling me his nigger bitch all night and I just got used to using the word.""
+""Now that we have that part straight, can you please finish your story?""
+""OK, OK you don't have to get all huffy on me. Anyway as I was saying I always bring my husband home a cum souvenir and if it's in a rubber I just drop it in his mouth and make him bite down to get his goody. What I never thought about was Raymond's cock being so big that he always used Magnum Rubbers""
+""Just what does this have to do with your husband's death?""
+""Well duh, are you sure you're a cop? My husband was use to swallowing regular size rubbers, and I guess when I dropped this big old magnum down his gullet he choked on it. I mean I didn't have any problem swallowing Raymond all the way to his balls so why would I think my husband would have a problem with Ray's condom?""
+""I think I have all this down let's just see if we can verify some of the facts. You say you had no problem taking all of you lover's member down your throat so you weren't worried about your husband choking on his extra large condom. I think we should run a test to see if you're telling the truth.""
+This dedicated officer of the law took off his holster, then open his trousers and let them drop to the floor. The new widow dropped to her knees in front of him and gently slid down his boxers thus exposing, if I may use the pun, his weapon.
+""Now Miss am I close to the same size as your new lover?""
+""Oh god I don't know but you sure look big to me, let me get you all the way hard and then maybe I can tell.""
+The lady began to stroke the officer's member feeling it stiffen in her hand. She began to moan lowly as she felt it grow to its fullest. She looked up to to see him watching her and as she kept her eyes on him, she began inserting him into her mouth. Farther and farther, he disappeared down her throat until she had her nose nestled deep in his curly pubic hair. She kept his balls in her hand for a warning sign so she could prepare for his climax. She was ready to take all his cum when she felt his balls tighten and yet she still couldn't swallow fast enough as his issue was too huge. His cum was coming out of her mouth and even out her nose and in the end she had to pull him out of her mouth and let him finish in her face.
+She cleaned up his cock and helped him get dressed and as he was leaving, he told her that it looked like an accidental death to him. After the cop left, she called her boyfriend,
+""OK Raymond the cop bought my story; they think it was an accidental death, I think we got away with it.""
+""That's good to hear Babe, at least now we know we won't have any more of those lousy 'Bakeboss' stories in the Literoticum Survivor contest.""
+As soon as Raymond hung up, he called Hastings,
+""Everything is sweet my brother, the cops say your friend's death appears to have been accidental.""
+The only thing Hastings said was,
+""I knew he was no survivor,"" and then chuckling he disconnected."
+166,Literoticum Survivor Murders Ch. 02,Boxlicker101,Chain Stories,2009-11-02,2009-11-02,2022-01-08 03:51:22,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/literoticum-survivor-murders-ch-02,Demise of Boxlicker101: he died doing what he loved most.,"['Bbw', 'Black Bbw', 'Eating Pussy', 'Hastings', 'Writing Contest']",4.77,"_NOTE: This story is speculation on the possible fate of George Boxlicker, AKA Boxlicker101. It is not a true story, and will probably never happen. Certainly I hope it doesn't, at least not for a long time. The scenario is that, as one of the contenders in the annual Literotica Survivors' Contest, he became a target of Hastings, an envious hack writer and evil master criminal who wants to rub out as many of the other contestants as he can, eliminating the competition so he can capture first prize in the contest._
+*
+Recently I received a phone call from a woman who said she had been referred to me by one of my lady friends. The caller told me how the mutual friend had advised her to call and set up a date for some extremely satisfying eating of the caller's pussy, followed by great fucking. She told me her name was Tanya, and she had a problem finding a man for good, hot, no-strings sex.
+""I love good food,"" she told me, ""And I have put on some weight because of it. The men in my life say I'm too fat to be attractive or sexually desirable, but my friend tells me you are a man who does not believe such things. Is this true? Would you possibly be interested in sex with a big woman like me? I really love having my pussy eaten, especially by a man with a bushy mustache, and I go wild when I start cumming. Is it true that's what you like? If it is, do you think we might get together some time? I think it would be fun for you too.""
+I replied that I sounded like just the kind of man she was looking for, including the mustache. I told her that she sounded like just the kind of woman I love to eat out, somebody who enjoys sex and really lets herself go when she climaxes. I also told Tanya how much I hate being able to count a woman's ribs when I hug her. We sounded really compatible, almost made for each other, so we made a date for me to go to her apartment the next day for the kind of sex we both love so much.
+It's not that I had nothing else that needed doing. I was a contestant in the annual Survivors' Contest on Literotica, and I considered myself to be a strong contender for the top prize. Writing under the name of Boxlicker101, I was in second place just then and, as everybody knows, that made it necessary for me to try harder. I had a lot of stories in progress and expected to complete most of them before the end of the year but, even if I didn't get enough of them done to win first prize, I was sure I would easily finish in the money. Of course, I could only do that if I kept writing.
+As a contender in the contest, I made a point of keeping track of the other prolific authors who were entered. During my checking of scorecards, I had noticed a new contestant named Hastings, who had gotten a late start but was churning out stories almost as fast as I was. I didn't know anything about the newby, but I thought he or she had a good chance at winning one of the lesser prizes. At the same time, I believed there was virtually no chance of Hastings passing me or any of the others I thought of as my competition.
+Although I did have those claims on my time, there is nothing I like better than eating the pussy of a woman like Tanya had described herself to be, followed by doing whatever else she wanted me to do with my cock. Fucking her ass, her mouth or her pussy would all be fine with me. I would resume my writing after the carnal interlude with her, and those with other of my lady friends on other days. I wanted to do well in the Survivors' Contest, but I also like to keep my priorities straight.
+""Who is it?"" she asked when I rang Tanya's doorbell the next day a few minutes before the time decided on.
+""George Boxlicker.""
+""Oh, George, I'm so glad you came. I was afraid you might back out.""
+I heard the sound of a bolt and a chain lock being disengaged and the door opened. When I saw the woman inside, I was glad I had come there too, and I expected both of us to do some cumming during my visit. As Tanya had told me, she was a big woman, close to six feet tall in her bare feet. Being a bit over six feet tall myself, I did not consider this to be excessive. She was about 25 years old, an African-American, with wavy black hair that cascaded past her shoulders, the way I like a woman's hair to look. Her face was very pretty too, with a milk chocolate complexion, big, brown eyes and a wide smile on her face. What I noticed most of all, however, was her gorgeous body, because this big and beautiful woman standing in front of me was completely naked.
+After closing the door behind us, she spread her arms for me and we embraced, with our lips finding each other. I am familiar with female anatomy but, if I did not have that knowledge, I would not have known how many ribs Tanya had. Her body was truly delightful as it pressed against mine, and her tongue was insistent. My mouth was a friendly host, and I licked its underside when she thrust it into where it was being made welcome. We kissed some more, with our tongues and our whole mouths getting better acquainted until she broke off the embrace and stepped aside, still holding my arm.
+""C'mon, George. Let's go to the bedroom,"" she said, smiling lewdly at me.
+I was just as eager as Tanya, but I made sure to replace the chain lock and bolt the door before following her and watching her beautiful, succulent ass as it swayed from side to side. As I entered her bedroom, I was stripping off my jacket with one hand and unbuttoning my shirt with the other.
+By the time she was lying on her back on the bed with a pillow under her head, both my garments were on the floor and I was using my toes to pull off my shoes. Still wearing my socks and pants, I joined Tanya on the bed and knelt beside her. The room was well-lighted, which is always a preference of mine because I like to see the affects of my actions on the lady friend in bed with me. In addition to that, gazing on a woman's alluring body, such as that of Tanya is a highly pleasurable part of any sexual adventure for me.
+I started to kiss her eyes and nose and her mouth again, but Tanya knew what she wanted, and pushed my face down to her breasts. They were even more luscious as she lay down, big and firm and brown and topped by darker brown nipples, and she was cupping them in her hands for me. I leaned over her and started licking the nearest of the delightful nubbins, and it quickly became fully erect under my tongue, and I could even feel the many tiny, individual ridges that made them such a tactile treat.
+After a few strokes on the first of her adorable nipples, I transferred my lingual attentions to the other, equally enticing breast. The tiny ridges on the second of the lovely twins felt just as erotic to my tongue as the first had, and I started alternating between them, while Tanya blissfully cooed and squirmed under my face. I was elated that I had come to see and to share carnal pleasure with this marvelously sexy woman, rather than staying at home and grinding out more dirty stories at my computer. I like writing about fun sex, but it's infinitely more fun to be actually doing such things, especially with a hotsy like Tanya.
+She was glad I was there too, and told me in every way how she reveled in what my mouth was doing for her breasts. Besides the sounds of happiness she was making, Tanya's movements told me just as much. As her arousal grew, she was thrusting those big, luscious mounds into my face, so I opened my mouth and drew one in, and started sucking. It was so big and gorgeous that my mouth couldn't contain it all, but I let my lips form a seal and I sucked on the peak, while my tongue continued to caress the erect nipple and Tanya's areola. While I once again, switched my attentions back and forth between the lovely pair, the movements of her body became more strenuous and erratic.
+They grew even wilder as my mouth continued with what it loves to do so much, and I detected another sign of how sexually excited she had become. Because of her alluringly plump belly, Tanya's pussy was hidden from view, but I smelled the delectable aroma of her fresh juices, and I knew it was time for me to transfer the attentions of my mouth farther down on her body. Beginning with the slopes of her breasts and the channel between them, I nuzzled and kissed and licked my way down her body until I was kissing her Mount of Venus. Since I much prefer to bury my face right in the crotch of a sexy woman while I'm eating her pussy, I got off the bed and climbed back on between Tanya's feet, which were spread widely apart.
+As I approached her on my hands and knees, she grinned lewdly and said ""You know that's what I want, George. Come and get it.""
+She raised her legs, and I ducked under them so they would rest across my shoulders. I very much wanted to go and get it, and I wrapped my arms around Tanya's soft thighs to lean closer so I could gaze on what I could be going after and getting. Once again, I was glad the lights were on, because I could see what awaited my eager mouth at the apex of her legs.
+She had apparently shaved her pussy that day, because her skin was smooth and glossy and absolutely flawless. Tanya's inner lips were dark brown, and looked like velvet flower petals that had blossomed through her lovely pink slit. Where they merged at their upper ends to form her clit hood, I could see the precious little cutie they were supposed to be protecting where it was peeking out from behind their folds.
+As I leaned in closer, the scent I had detected a minute earlier was intoxicating, and I breathed deeply of the heady aroma. Her juices clung to the insides of Tanya's thighs and to her swollen lips, and I sampled a small trickle from the latter. It was ambrosia! Not wanting to let even a drop of the precious fluid go to waste, I began licking one thigh. Eating Tanya's pussy would be a delight to all my senses, including hearing, because her cooing had turned to blissful moans, which were music to my ears.
+But, as fabulous as those were, the sense of mine that was being pleasured the most was that of touch. As my tongue sluiced the fresh nectar into my mouth, I reveled in the soft texture of her skin, which was even better than the treat my taste buds were receiving. After cleaning all the juices from one thigh, I treated her other leg the same way. When I had finished everything there, I began on her crotch, reaching as far underneath her as possible with my tongue, and I took as long as was necessary to get every single drop. As delightful as her body had felt to my tongue and lips so far, I knew the softest and smoothest and most thrilling parts were still ahead of me, and my mouth began slowly caressing Tanya on one of her smooth outer lips.
+She felt even better there than her thighs had, like a warm satin pillow, but vibrant. Tanya relished what I was doing too, and her pussy and her whole lower body were squirming under me. Very slowly, making the incredible pleasure last for both of us, I licked all the way to her mons, where I raised my head and looked over her sexy belly and gorgeous breasts to gaze upon her beautiful face.
+Tanya's eyes were closed; her mouth was partly open in a blissful smile, and her head was tossing fitfully from side to side on her pillow. I grinned at how much pleasure I was giving this truly lovely woman, and brought my face down below her love hole and devoured the fresh nectar that had just been produced. After I had licked off everything, I started on her other outer lip. The second one felt every bit as good to my mouth as the first one had, and I treated it the same way.
+Once again, I kissed her Mount of Venus and raised my head to survey her reactions. Tanya's body was rocking from side to side on her ass; her arms were pummeling the mattress, and her legs were moving up and down, with her thighs thumping softly against my shoulders. Her precious little clit, which had been peeping out from under its protective hood, was so swollen with lust it had almost pushed its way out from under those folds. When I knew it was time for the lady to climax, I would take the succulent morsel inside my mouth, but that time had not arrived yet.
+What had arrived was a veritable cataract of Tanya's nectar flowing down her crotch, and I eagerly devoured it and started licking between an inner and an outer lip. When I reached the place where the labia were close together, I thrust my tongue into the seam and caressed both of them at the same time, reveling in the spongy, swollen feel of the inner lip. She must have had some sweet spots there that my tongue stimulated because, by the time I licked all the way to her clit hood, Tanya's movements had become even more strenuous, and she was whimpering from the extreme pleasure and begging me to suck her clit and make her cum.
+I could have, and I would have, but I believed her excitement hadn't reached its highest possible level yet. There are certain signs I have learned to watch for, and Tanya hadn't gotten so aroused that those signs were visible, so I brought my mouth back down to her delectable pink hole and started licking between the other pair of lips. I treated this pair the same as I did the first two labia, including paying special attention to the extremely smooth and sensitive area between their origins. Once again, I licked between the lips simultaneously and took a long time to reach Tanya's clit hood.
+When my mouth finally got there, the little swollen cutie had pushed its way completely out from under its protection, and her hips were swiveling under my face, thrusting her legs out and back past the sides of my head. She was sobbing from the intense pleasure I was giving her and, when I looked down, I saw her thighs had rotated slightly outward, presenting her pussy even more fully than it had been. I knew from those signs that her arousal was at its maximum. She was as excited as she could get, and it was time for Tanya to start cumming.
+Moving my face slightly upward, I engulfed her adorable clit in my mouth and started sucking. While my lips formed a seal, my cheeks worked like a bellows and my tongue caressed the swollen top and sides of the little darling. Tanya's movements became even more strenuous, as she had told me they would, and she bounced up and down all over the bed. Abruptly, she warbled ecstatically that she was cumming.
+Her big, strong legs squeezed my temples, and her hands grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face tightly into her pussy, which was ramming even harder up against my face. Her sweet voice crooned of the delights she was feeling, and her legs swung from side to side, yanking me all over the bed. I kept my mouth clamped snugly onto Tanya's clit and sucked and licked as I enjoyed one of the wildest rides of my extensive experience.
+When she climaxed, the young hotsy sang of the event even more joyously and bounced on the bed even harder and higher. Her movements were so violent that she actually rolled over on top of me, just as she rammed her pussy against my face for an ultimate time. After her tremendous orgasm, Tanya completely relaxed, and I tried to move my face so I could feast on all the fresh juices that I knew her pussy had produced while she was cumming. I could feel them dripping onto my chin and neck, and I hated to have something so delicious go to waste.
+The sensation of her delightful wet pussy pressed tightly against my face was thrilling, until I realized that her soft body was covering my nose and mouth. I was unable to reach her pink hole to feast on her fresh juices. Even worse, it suddenly occurred to me that I was unable to breathe. I wasn't concerned about either situation until I tried to gently push Tanya far enough to one side to allow me to continue breathing while I devoured the rest of her nectar.
+She wouldn't move, and I pushed her again, a lot less gently that time. Tanya still didn't budge, and I started getting desperate. I really needed to breathe, and I was starting to get a bit lightheaded. I tried to wrestle her off me but, as I said before, she was a BIG beautiful woman, and I couldn't seem to get the leverage I needed.
+I heard her voice then. ""Sorry, George. You did a really great job eating my pussy, and I came really big time. I'll miss you, and I wish we could do it some more, but Hastings says he can get me into the movies, and I gotta think of my future.""
+Suddenly the weight of Tanya's pussy pressing against my face grew heavier. I felt a pair of hands, and they couldn't have been hers, immobilizing my arms by pinning them against the mattress.
+""That's Hastings, Tanya informed me. ""He just climbed on top of me to make sure you aren't able to move me off your face.""
+I heard another voice, a man's voice this time, and one I hadn't heard before. It was soft and low, and almost gentle, but the words he said were pure menace. ""She's right, Box. I really need to win the Survivors' Contest, and I got a late start, so the only way is to eliminate the competition. I like your stories, and I'll miss them and you, but business is business.""
+I struggled as hard as I could, but the combined weight of Tanya and Hastings and his hands pressing my arms against the mattress were too much for me to overcome. As my brain started shutting down from the lack of oxygen, a jest floated back to me, one I included in one of my earliest stories: ""I felt like I was being smothered. This would be about the best way to die I could imagine, smothered by Judy's glorious pussy, with its incredible taste and aroma and texture but I didn't want to die yet.""
+The last thought I had was that old joke really was the truth. For somebody who loved to eat pussy as much as I did while I was alive, about the best way I could think of to die was being smothered by a truly delectable one such as the beautiful and fragrant and delicious organ at the apex of Tanya's legs. After that, everything went dark as my brain shut down forever.
+*
+ _Thank you for reading this story. I hope you had as much fun as Tanya did, and as much fun as I had before I died. I like writing stories on Literotica, but I like it a lot more when I know that people are reading and enjoying them, and I appreciate it when readers take the time to express their opinions by voting. Like most authors on Literotica, I practically live for feedback from readers, either public comments or email to me. Such feedback, whether praise or criticism, helps me to write more and better stories, and I respond to it whenever I can._"
+167,Literoticum Survivor Murders Ch. 04,wife2hotblk,Chain Stories,2009-11-10,2009-11-10,2022-01-08 03:51:25,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/literoticum-survivor-murders-ch-04,Wife2hotblk gets her 'poetic' justice.,"['Adultery', 'Interracial']",3.33,"Tara Edward's hand trembled as she applied the mascara to her distinctive green eyes. She was ambivalent about this.
+For over two years, she had battled to remain faithful to those promises she had made to the man she loved deeply...even now. 'For better or worse, for rich or poorer, in sickness and health; forsaking all others till death do you part.' But the past five years had brought too much sickness, poverty and worse. It had taken its toll on her and Brian, her husband. This latest trial, the loss of their second child, seemed to be a wave of sorrow too deep for her to recover. Even after three months on anti-depressants and hours upon tedious hours of counselling, she still found herself a defeated shadow of her former self.
+Each day she felt less a woman. She stood for long periods of time staring in the huge mirror in the bathroom. She counted each grey hair before dying them a dark, red-brown. She followed each deepening line in the face that had once been girl-next-door pretty and still hid her forty-four years better than most. She lifted the sagging breasts that had nourished her four children and pinched rolls of skin that hung lose on her tummy from the pregnancies.
+She supposed she was luckier than many women her age. Thanks to good genetics from the bastard that had been her biological father most people guessed her age a decade or so younger than she actually was. Her legs too still turned heads, even young ones, when she wore her typical mini-skirts. But if you took a second look you would notice the faint blue lines running like road maps beneath the pale porcelain skin even when it was tan. She cursed fate that wasted youth on the young. She longed for the wild days of her youth or even her thirties.
+Perhaps one the hardest parts about the miscarriage was that it was a reminder that she was growing older. Her biological clock was on snooze control and after the miscarriage she was even afraid to try again. She was tired, depressed and feeling decidedly unsexy despite the erotic stories that she wrote most days while her three year old daughter was at nursery. She had actually begun writing the stories as a way of living out her fantasies of screwing hard-bodied, young black men barely older than her own sons. For almost a year her writing as wife2hotblk had allowed her to escape the monotony of her life and marriage. She could become once again the desirable and sexy woman that had taken on ten virile black men in a gangbang...and out fucked and sucked them all.
+She loved her husband, whom she often referred to as her rock. She adored their young daughter, whose cherubic little face was a lighter version of her father's deep chocolate. She had finally found the stability and unconditional love that she had sought since the night that her biological father had abandoned her and her pregnant mother when she was younger than her daughter, Ella. From that moment on, she had lost a precious thing...trust.
+It was not what she wanted for her beloved Ella, which was why for the past two years she had waged this constant battle to remain faithful to her husband. It was not that she did not find him attractive. She did. He was everything she found attractive in a man. He was broad shouldered with enough 'cushion for the pushin' as the saying goes. His thighs were like tree trunks and his arms saplings. His neatly shaved head glistened in the sunlight. Of course, it was his dark chocolate skin that sometimes took her breath away and flooded her panties.
+But since they lost the baby, sex had gone from a weekly occurrence to a monthly. As a woman not far removed from her sexual peak, she would have preferred three or more times a day. Of course, whenever she brought the subject up, her beloved Brian assured her that he still loved her and found her desirable. But work and life seemed to be battering their sex lives.
+So it was that she had come to this point: an affair with a young stranger from the Internet. It had all begun as innocently as the hundreds of other 'fan' emails she had received over the past year. Her response had been the same polite tome that she accorded all of them. But somewhere over the weeks it had turned to a more sexual banter. It was not unlike the type of word games and flirting that had begun hers and Brian's relationship so long ago. Still she reasoned that it was innocent enough and within the boundaries that she and her husband had agreed forbid cyber sex...or more.
+Today was definitely that more. After over a month of increasingly explicit sexual banter, she was going to actually meet Hastings, who was another writer at Literotica and an unbelievably gorgeous young black man. He was holidaying in London and wanted to meet his Survivor competition as he called her. She had been reluctant at first. She feared that the man in the flesh would be too tempting.
+She had re-read her article...Three Ways Not to Have an Affair. She had taken her own advice. She had carefully broached the sensitive topic of sex for perhaps the hundredth time with Brian. Of course, it was the same litany; things at work were bad, it wasn't her. She had reminded herself of all the good things about their life, especially Ella. She had spent the whole night before just staring into her beatific face as she slept. Tara had been distracting herself too by pounding her sexual frustrations away on the keys of her laptop. She had submitted several more stories just in time for the big year end push with the Survivor Contest too.
+But many of them had starred the hunk whose pictures were password protected on her computer. His hard body was a slightly leaner version of her husband and dream man. His skin was slightly lighter than Brian's, but his broad chest was scattered with the same tight, bristly, dark chest hair that she adored.
+Of course, she knew that her hubby could easily by-pass any password protection that she had. He was after all a computer technician with British security agency MI5. But theirs was not a suspicious marriage. He had all of the passwords to her email accounts; even the naughty one to which all her fan mail, including Hastings', came. Brian never used them and she had never given him any reason to doubt her...until now.
+She sighed heavily; half in fear and half in excitement as she heard the knock at the door and rushed down the stairs. She tugged at her mini-skirt and hesitated a moment before throwing open the door.
+***
+Brian Edwards threw open the door to the three bedroom flat that he shared with his wife, Tara, and their three year old daughter. He immediately sensed it...death. It was the same feeling that he had known for almost his entire adult life; a feeling he had brought into more than a few places. It clung like tarry-filth to his dark skin. No matter how hot the showers he took before climbing between the cool, cotton sheets with his wife each night, he still felt dirty. He supposed after almost two decades of his job with MI5 it was to be expected. No one had held his post this long...cleaner. The guy that they went to when diplomacy and everything else failed. When someone needed to disappear or worse, they called him.
+True enough, most of the time he simply sat at a desk with everyone else. His cover as a computer tech was not exactly a lie. Ninety-percent of the time that was an accurate portrayal of his job. But it was that other ten percent that made him unclean. Unlovable. A liar...and a murderer. That was what Tara never understood. What he could never tell her. It was tearing them apart; more each day. Some part of him accepted the burden of the loss of their baby as his karmic justice. But why Tara? Why did she have to pay for his sins?
+With the pills and counselling he had thought things were getting better, but these past couple of weeks she had been acting different. The doctor had warned them when she began taking the anti-depressants that they might cause suicidal thoughts. He had watched her closely those first few weeks, but she seemed to be fine. Then last night he had felt her trying to sneak out of bed. He knew that was what she did when she wanted or needed to cry. Like him, her childhood and especially her father's abandonment had taught Tara to never cry. It was a sign of weakness.
+When they had first learned that their baby had died, more nights than not Tara had slipped down the stairs. He had found her each morning curled up on the couch with her eyes red and puffy. It was not that he did not care. He simply did not know how to help. He did not know what to do or say to make things better. He knew there really was nothing he could do or say. So as he had been trained to do, he bore his pain in silence.
+When he felt her trying to slip from their marital bed again and seek the refuge of the dark in which to pour her tears, he had had enough. He reached out and grabbed her arm, drawing her into the protective strength of his embrace. He was rocked; shaken to his core by the huge, gulping sobs that racked his wife's body for what seemed for hours, but were probably only minutes. Even Ella, who slept in her toddler bed next to theirs since she became ill, had woken a bit at the sound. He had quieted the baby so she could return to the land of peaceful dreams, but it was beyond his ability to gift his beloved wife with the same.
+So from the moment that Ella's nursery called to say that her mother had not picked her up and that they could not reach her at home, he had known something was wrong. No matter how low Tara got, she would never, ever, never forget Ella. The moment he had opened the door and felt that too familiar presence his heart had sped up. It was pounding in his broad chest, lightly dusted with the short, springy dark hairs that fascinated his beautiful wife. He called out her name, trying hard not to sound too alarmed just in case he was wrong. But when she did not respond in her distinctive Southern accent, he knew he was not mistaken.
+Taking the stairs two and three at a time as fast as his powerful legs could take him, he threw open the bathroom door and was relieved to not see the stereotypical tub of pink water and his wife slumped beneath the water. He threw open the door to Ella's toy room as well; although he could not for a moment think his wife would go there...not for this. He padded down the hall. Only two rooms remained. As he pushed open the door to the small office they shared, he drew a deep breath. Holding it, he turned to face the final room; their bedroom. Pushing it open too, he stood frozen at the sight before him.
+Tara's green eyes were staring fixed at the ceiling. Her hands and feet were bound with silken straps to the bed. Her hands were clasped into tight fists as if fighting to break free of the bonds. Her full figure was encased in a stunning black and red bustier that in any other situation would arouse him. Black stocking covered her shapely legs and her red high-heels were tossed at the foot of the bed. But the thing that he could not close his eyes to was the massive black plastic dildo that protruded from her bluish lips. He did not need to feel for a pulse to know that his wife was gone. He had seen enough death to know he would never again touch her warm skin or hear her sweet voice.
+His training took over then. He would not have the police find her body this way. Taking his mobile phone from his jacket pocket, he dialled his team. The scene the police would find would, as hard as it was to manage, reflect what he had originally feared most...a suicide. They would not see his wife like this. He might have failed her in life; not been the husband she needed, the husband he should have been. But he would be damned if he would fail her now.
+Even before his team arrived he began to do what he did best: clean up messes. He grabbed her laptop from the table next to the bed. He used her passwords to open files as he tried to mimic her flowery style of writing in the hardest letter he could imagine writing...his wife's suicide note. When that was done, he had looked around the room for signs of the murderer. Since there would be no crime scene photos or official investigation, he memorised each item; looking for anything out of place.
+After that, he faced the hardest task of all; touching the cold and lifeless body of the woman that he loved so deeply. He began by lifting each leg tenderly. He loosened the straps that bound them to the bed. He traced the purplish bruises around her ankles. He knew that the team would have to cover those.
+Then slowly crawling up the bed they had shared for almost five years, he untied the silken bindings from her small hands as well. Bringing the clenched fist slowly to his full lips, he prayed for strength to get through what was to come. The worst was pulling the offensive shiny black plastic dildo from between her bluish lips. Bending his shiny, dark head forward, he used his fingers to slowly close the lids over those remarkably green eyes. Then with all the hurt and pain...and yes, betrayal...welling inside of him, he bent and for the last time pressed his lips to her cold and unmoving ones.
+'I know I failed you. I wasn't the man or the husband I should have been. You deserved more,' he whispered as he brushed the reddish-brown hair back from her still face. 'But I promise you two things. I will make sure that Ella knows her mummy...forever.' He laid the clenched fist he had been holding over her heart and reached for the other. 'And the bastard that betrayed you...betrayed us...will pay. With his life.'
+***
+Tara's spirit huddled in the corner of their bedroom. From the moment that she first realised Hastings' true intention this was what she hated most: hurting Brian, Ella and her other children. Looking at the tears she saw falling unchecked down his dark face, she knew that she deserved everything. She was the one that had failed. She had betrayed her vows, her husband, their love and the family they had built. And she deserved not only to die, but the horribly ironic death she had endured as well. But her family did not. This man that she loved so deeply did not.
+Ironically, over the past few months, she had often thought that they would be better off if she were dead. Of course, she lacked the courage to take her own life. It had been more a vague wish, but in those final moments before the darkness had overtaken her, she had realised how very, very much she had wanted to live. But it was too late then as she fought the madman, who called himself Hastings.
+She screamed out her pain, but no one could hear. She begged and pleaded for just one moment, for some way of communicating with her hurt partner. She wanted to apologise...as if she could. She wanted to beg his forgiveness. But most of all, she wanted to tell him how much she really, truly did love him one more time. But she could not, and she supposed that she deserved that as well. She would for eternity remember the sight of his hurt and pain-laced face as he sat there next to the shell that had once been her body; his large dark hands covering her pale ones.
+It was ironic. One of her favourite photographs and the one she used on her profile as a Literoticum author was not that dissimilar. His dark hand clasped her much smaller and paler one. He had taken that picture the day that they bought her engagement ring. Over the years, it had come to symbolise who they were...a union of two races, two nationalities and two cultures...blending through Ella in perfect harmony. And she destroyed all that. Tossed it aside for the promise of fleeting pleasure. She deserved it all. Her silent sobs added in chorus to Brian's.
+Then she heard it over her shoulder. It was the unmistakable high pitched cry of a little child. Turning she looked into the light. A little girl stood there. She had curly hair like Ella's except lighter even, almost blondish. Her eyes were the most captivating mixture of brown and green as if they belonged more on a cat than a little girl. She was staring at Tara with her hands behind her back.
+'I'm Hope. Have you seen my mummy. She gonna come play with me,' the little girl dropped her head as she finished.
+Tara knew. Any mother would. This was her little girl. Their baby that she lost. She knew that she did not deserve this mercy, but her heart leapt at it. She supposed that was what mercy was...for the undeserving. For a moment, she turned for a final look at her husband, Brian, her rock. Her unheard whisper echoed in her heart. 'You take care of Ella. I have to go now. Our Hope needs me. Until we meet again. I love you...forever.' She walked into the light then, taking the tiny toffee coloured hand that the girl held out to her. 'I'm your mummy,' she whispered as she tugged the tiny form into a tight hug as if to never let go."
+168,Literoticum Survivor Murders Ch. 05,Sean Renaud,Chain Stories,2009-12-04,2009-12-04,2022-01-08 03:51:28,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/literoticum-survivor-murders-ch-05,Sean Renaud suffers for his fetishes!,"['Mystery', 'Noncon', 'Survivor']",5.0,"Sean closed his eyes and drew a deep breath into his lungs trying to steady his nerves. If the information he'd be given was accurate then she'd be here soon, probably in the next half an hour to twenty minutes. She was of course a creature of habit like most people. It had taken nearly a week for Sean to clear his calendar of work and social issues to memorize the pattern. Of course all of the info on his ""victim"" had been provided by his benefactor but the same man had told him this was supposed to be a real as possible so the information might have a few flaws in it.
+The low rumble of an SUV engine turned his attention just slightly. After a week of stalking her he knew the sound of her vehicle. Traffic must have been thick because the sky blue Explorer should have been turning the corner about five minutes ago at six forty. It didn't really matter she was within acceptable parameters. Sean watched her stop halfway down the block and hop out quickly to collect the mail before pulling into her driveway.
+It was nothing to sneak in the garage in the Explorer's blind spot. The lovely piece of fuck flesh stepping out of her SUV was named Fiona and she was a twenty eight year old mother of two though she wasn't dressed like a mother. She was wearing a pair of do me high heels with straps halfway up her calf. Even if they'd continued up to her knees they wouldn't have met her skirt which ended just far enough below her ass to keep a man guessing at her undergarments even if she leaned over. Her shirt didn't always meet her skirt either; it depended on how deeply she was breathing if you could catch a glimpse of her belly chain, a thin golden thing with a dangle just over her naval.
+The exact same moment of time was incredibly different for the two involved. For Sean it may have been the longest period of time in his life. Everything could go wrong and a flood of maybes struggled in his mind. Maybe she'd heard him. Maybe she saw his reflection. Maybe she'd turn around for no good reason. Maybe soccer practice was cancelled and the kids and their father would be back. Perhaps there are only so many maybes in the world because as soon as he touched her there were so many less maybes in his head and so many more in hers. The moment started of incredibly fast for the victim who didn't even realize she wasn't alone until one hand covered her mouth and another twisted one of her arms behind her. At that point she only had one maybe. Maybe it was tonight. As she was twisted around and pinned against the cool metal of her vehicle a flood of new maybe's flooded her brain. Maybe this wasn't the guy. Maybe he was going to hurt her. Maybe soccer practice was cancelled and the kids and their father would be back. That last one they shared.
+""Don't you fucking scream if you don't want me to gut you like a fish."" Sean snarled into her ear. He didn't wait for her to answer with a nod instead he slipped his hand away from her mouth. Fiona would have rolled her eyes if he hadn't pressed something sharp against her kidney and if not for the coldness of his voice. ""That's right. You know nobody is coming to save you so you might as well just do as I tell you and we'll get you through this just fine. Now pull off your panties."" She whispered that she wasn't wearing anything and felt the immediate response. Something stabbing into her back but this wasn't the weapon. ""You're a little fucking whore aren't you? What about a bra, are you at least wearing a bra?"" She nodded that she was.
+""Please don't hurt me."" Fiona whimpered. He barked for her to take it off and slowly stuttering she obeyed. Sean took a deep breath inhaling the scent of her perfume. It was a delicious scent that hinted at vanilla and cinnamon and brought a smile to his lips. Fiona felt a shiver travel the length of her spine noticing the predatory act. Could the beast actually smell her fear? Or worse, could he smell her arousal? She was already aware of the slick forming between her bared thighs. ""Please don't hurt me.""
+""I'm not trying to hurt you."" He took her bra from her and twisted it around her wrists fastening it to bind her wrists in place. ""But I will if I have to."" Lifting her easily onto his shoulder he walked to the door and tossed her onto the couch. Fiona's breath caught in her impressive chest when she landed on the cushions. He was a real man and he knew exactly what he wanted from her. Without thinking about it Fiona let her legs fall apart. ""I knew you wanted it."" Sean lustfully growled as he approached. Her legs quickly clenched back together. ""Too late for that. You think I didn't see?""
+Fiona felt her face burn with a hot blush but even if her mind didn't control her body it still controlled her lips. She knew he could see how hard her nipples were or that her legs were quivering even as tightly clenched as they were and if he couldn't smell her before he must have been able to see her thighs glisten with her juices. ""You want this as bad as I do. Maybe worse. But I knew what kind of woman you were the first time I saw you.""
+From behind his back he pulled the biggest knife she'd ever seen. The knot that clenched her stomach wasn't lust and the scream that parted her lips wasn't of pleasure. It only had time to part her lips before she felt the cold metal against her throat. ""Shut the fuck up."" It was only when he turned the blade downward to slit her dress that she realized he'd been pressing the dull edge to her throat.
+There is something incredible about cutting a woman out of her clothing, something that reaches back to the primal urge to just tear her shirt open but without the requisite upper body strength. Fiona did her best to hold her body completely still, the last thing she wanted was to get cut squirming. It only took a moment to get all of her beautiful body into view.
+The predator was back in Sean eyes. They were roaming her smooth flesh like a pack of wolves. ""It's no wonder every man in the neighborhood wants a piece of you."" Teeth were bared in what was actually a smile but Fiona saw a snarling beast. Sean gripped her bra bound wrists and yanked her up to her feet. ""I mean look at these fuck bags!"" Fiona tried to curl her arms down to cover herself but her reward was a quick series of slaps that left her with tears in her eyes. ""You can stop pretending like you aren't loving this."" The snarl widened to reveal his teeth.
+""I'm not enjoying this!"" Sean spun her around leaning her over the couch and jamming three fingers into her soaked cunt. ""Stop."" She whispered so softly that even she wasn't certain she'd spoken. She tried to say it louder but the word caught in her throat when Sean started pumping his fingers brutally into her pussy. Soon Fiona wished he'd start taunting her again so wouldn't have to hear the evidence of her arousal. The sweet aroma of her arousal wasn't humiliating enough, now she had to hear his fingers sloshing inside her. Her hips were starting to seek out the fingers pumping back towards them. She tried to ask him once more to stop but all that came out was a moan that she cut off by shutting both her eyes and mouth.
+""Not enjoying it?"" Sean pulled his fingers free and used the same hand to grab her face and twist her back towards him. ""Just admit you're a loving this. That you're little faggot husband doesn't get you off."" Fiona's eyes flared at the mention of her husband and she tried to bite but Sean was quick enough that all she really tasted were her juices. Despite herself a shudder of pleasure traveled through her. It was a struggle to keep from licking her lips. Fresh shame flushed her body turning her milky flesh a rosy pink. She was loving this. It was the first time in her life she'd felt like a woman and it was getting harder to deny. Sean gave her a couple of heartbeats to let the realization sink in. He must have seen it in her eyes or just known somehow.
+Fiona howled more from surprise than pain when Sean yanked her off the couch by one ankle and twisted her so her back was against the couch and only her shoulders and the tips of her toes could reach the carpet. Then he plunged his cock into her in. Much to Fiona's shame it he didn't have to fight. She was so slick that a single downward thrust buried his cock in her to the hilt. Fiona wanted to cry but she couldn't pretend she wasn't enjoying the way his cock felt slipping in and out of her greased hole. She couldn't deny wonderful it felt to be taken by a real man. Fiona was nearly drawing blood from her lower lip in a desperate attempt to keep from crying out. She could at least keep that tiny victory for herself and not let him know that she loved this. If she opened her mouth she knew the words that would come out of her mouth would shame any harlot.
+""You know it's really no fun when you're so quiet."" Sean growled playfully. ""Why don't you admit it huh? Admit that you're just a tiny bit of fuck flesh."" He slowed his pace to an agonizing crawl and started massaging her clit. The first touch of his fingers might have been a lightning bolt for the way her shocked body jolted. ""See?"" He taunted. Sean was an expert with his fingers keeping Fiona guessing which direction his delicious assault would come from or where it would be headed. ""I'll stop right now if you say stop."" Sean teased.
+Fiona looked up into her rapists eyes and hardened hers. It would be easy to say that one word and this would all be over with. He'd leave her here alone already violated but not yet satisfied. Her husband would come home and she'd make love to him and fall asleep unsatisfied but then she'd at least be able to say she told him to stop. That was a woman and not a lust crazed, fuck addicted, bitch in heat like this grinning predator was claiming. She opened her mouth slowly making certain it was going to obey her will.
+The moment Fiona told him to fuck her Sean instantly picked up the pace and flung her headlong into the most explosive orgasm she'd ever experience. It was like the world shattered, reformed and shattered again before slowly melting back together into something that resembled the world. She was babbling. Words she'd never heard herself saying were flowing from her lips. It didn't even seem real at that point. There was no way that a mother of two could be begging a rapist to fuck her. It simply wasn't possible and at the same time it was happening.
+Filthy words flowing from a woman's mouth have the same effect on nearly every man ever born. It excites them and for Sean it was even stronger right then. His victim was digging her heels into his butt pulling him farther into her. She'd have rub burn all down her shoulders and back from the brutal rutting that had driven her from her shoulders to her back. ""That's it girl. Almost done here."" Sean roughly took a fistful of her hair and twisted her head to one side kissing and licking along her neck searching for the just right spot to leave a hickie when he balls started to tighten.
+A fresh wave of horror crossed Fiona's mind as she felt his manhood begin to quiver. The mother of two had some idea of what it meant when a man's hips started to loose their rhythm or his grip on a woman suddenly tightened. He was about to come. He was about to come inside her. Her mind started flooding suffering from a new list of maybes. ""Please don't cum in me!"" She shouted but he ignored her other than to drive himself even deeper and growl something foul in her ear. ""Please I'll do anything!"" She knew how hard it was for him to slow down but he managed that much. She could feel his organ throbbing in time to his . . . no their heartbeat. She hadn't noticed when that had happened. She didn't notice until he made her his one and only offer and her heart skipped a beat. Fiona shuddered and nodded just in time for Sean to yank out and splatter her chest and belly with his cum. That toothy predatory smile was back. He already had her by the hair so he hauled her up onto her hands and knees and half dragged half lead her to the bathroom.
+He pushed her head down against the toilet seat and his sickening smile widened. ""Open wide."" Sean held her in place with one hand the other aimed his cock at her face. For the first time since her rape began Fiona smiled. ""Wha-""Sean's surprise was cut off as someone grabbed him from behind in a sleeper hold. With Fiona's help it was only a second before he found he was face down the toilet holding his breath. He knew he was only prolonging the inevitable but his survival instinct kept him thrashing against his attackers. He couldn't even be sure it was just two people it seemed like more hands than that but in his panic he might not have been counting well.
+""You sick fuck. Always writing stories about forcing girls. That's not even enough for you. You have to choke them, spit on them and piss down their throats."" The man might as well have been speaking to himself. Sean couldn't hear him over the bubbles and splashing as he tried desperately to get some air into his burning lungs. ""I know that you really do like this and this isn't your first time. But guess what? That's not why you're dead. You're dead because three years ago you entered the Survivor Contest on Christmas Eve and bumped me out of tenth place and this year you're solidly cruising to third. Or rather you would."" Sean stopped thrashing halfway through the monologue. The man held him under for a few more moments then walked Fiona. ""Remember stick to the story. He was a rapist and you overpowered him.""
+""You know you could have waited a few more minutes."" Fiona whined. The truth was she'd been getting off as much as Sean."
+169,Literoticum Survivor Murders,Angelscuck,Chain Stories,2009-11-05,2010-01-12,2022-01-08 03:51:24,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/literoticum-survivor-murders-ch-03,1. Writer in Survivor Contest eliminates the competition. 2. Hastings gets caught.,"['Bondage', 'Drugs', 'Incest', 'Revenge']",4.00,"Hastings cursed as he viewed the Literoticum's ""Survivor Contest ScoreCards"" list. He was number 10 on the list. TENTH PLACE! After all his hard work, the sleepless nights he stayed awake, working on his stories; writing, rewriting, perfecting, and nurturing them as you would a small child. He knew 10th place was nothing to be ashamed of, but he also knew he was the best.
+This year would be especially hard. Hastings had entered the Survivor Contest for the last 5 years but it was always the same thing. Close, but not close enough! Each time others beat him out of placing at the last moment by submitting dozens of stories at once. He had vowed not this year and he had been carefully watching the score card since the beginning. But unfortunately his job had made unexpected demands on his time given the economy. He had submitted enough of his stories to remain in the top ten.
+He had dozens of more for submitting at the last moment; he had learned to play that game. But it was not going to be enough to take out the leaders this year. Wife2hotblk, Boxlicker, Bakeboss, Familyguy and the others were just too far ahead. But desperate times called for desperate measures.
+""Sure,"" he thought to himself, ""they're ok, but not even in the same league as his. I'll show them, I'll show each and every one of them, who the greatest survivor writer, really is!""
+He had sent emails to the editors of the website. Explaining why he should be in first place. At first they assured him that the point system decided the winners, not the editors, but soon they tired of his persistent complaining and stopped answering his letters all together.
+He wrote letters to the other writers and entered into forums, commenting on the injustice and the flaws in the system, but he was either ignored or publically ridiculed about his comments.
+""Get a life, loser"" or ""You are in the top ten, live with it!"" or ""Man, are you paranoid!""
+""Ignore me, laugh at me, and call me paranoid!"" Hastings thought. ""How dare they? I will take care of those other mediocre survivor writers. They are all in this together the editors, the Literoticum board of directors and their buddy buddy writer friends. I'll get them, those other writers who stole my first place!""
+His mind continued to dwell on the solution. The question was not should he, or even when should he, kill them. The question was how he would exact his revenge on those conniving authors who had bribed their way and manipulated the system to get to the top of the Literoticum's ""Survivor ScoreCard"" list. ""Yes!"" He though. ""I will take care of them, but each one had to be eliminated just right. After all, I am a poet, and poetic justice requires some careful thought."" As the Wicked Witch of West once said, ""These things must be done carefully!""
+That was a few weeks ago and he had already taken care of some of the authors. The question was who's next?
+He decided his next victim would be a writer who went by the name of ""Familyguy"". Most of his stories involved incest themes. A real sicko! So, he likes incest huh! I'll give him incest!"" Hasting thought to himself.
+""So Familyguy, you are next!"" he thought. He carefully planned his strategy. Step 1-Win Familyguy's confidence. Step 2- Set up a meeting. Step 3- Eliminate Familyguy!
+He started sending emails to Familyguy using a different a different email address and name, telling him that he was a publisher named Bill Presel who admired his writing and wanted to meet with him to talk about possibly publishing a collection of his stories. It worked! Familyguy or Buck, as Hasting came to know him by, was completely taken in and very flattered that someone whould be interested enough to want to publish a book of his stories. They agreed to meet at a local coffee shop to discuss, publishing his work.
+Hastings had carefully planned everything. The meeting place, the knock-out drops, the rope to tie him up, and the gag to keep him from crying out, everything was carefully thought out.
+As they sat and discussed Buck's future, Hasting was quite cordial and attentive, promising him fame and fortune. Then, while Buck excused himself to use the restroom, Hasting, taking advantage of the moment, slipped the downers into his coffee.
+About thirty minutes after Buck had returned and had finished his coffee, he started to feel very dizzy. Hasting, showing concern for his new found friend, offered to help him to his car so he could lie down for a minute and recover. As soon as they were outside the coffee shop, Buck blacked out. Hastings removed Buck's keys from his pocket and hit the auto door lock on the keychain. Buck's car beeped, giving away its location and Hastings quickly carried him to the car and tied and gagged him.
+He looked in Buck's wallet and obtained his address. He then drove him in Buck's car to his apartment. He went up to the apartment door and rang the bell several times. No answer. ""Good,"" he thought. ""No one's here!"" He then carried an unconscious Buck into his apartment and laid him on the couch.
+Buck started to come to and saw he was home. He was bound, gagged and completely helpless. He looked at his captor with frightened eye that said ""Why?""
+Hasting smiled at his victim and said, ""I'll bet you are wondering why I am doing this, you amateurish piece of shit. Well, I'll tell you why. You might as well know why you are going to die. You see, I am very familiar with the crap you call writing, especially that one story, ""Mom and Sis Get Fucked"", and while a few parts have some merit, it does not compare with my stories. Yet you somehow convinced all your buddies at Literoticum that yours were the better stories and somehow they took precedence over mine! I know all about your little group of elite VIPs. How you all get together and fix it so none of us outsiders have a chance of winning! Well it's time to pay the piper Mr. Familyguy. Time for you and your corrupt friends to pay for your evil ways! ""
+Buck looked at Hastings realizing this man was insane and quite serious, but due to the gag, could not reply.
+Hastings continued. ""You are going to take an overdose of sleeping pills. You see, although your story was fiction, your feelings toward your own mother and sister are not. You are going to kill yourself, because you can no longer stand the guilt of wanting to really fuck your real life mother and sister. At least that is what you will say in your suicide note. Then after taking the rest of the sleeping pills you will quietly slip away into oblivion where you belong.
+Hastings then produced a paper and pencil from Buck's desk and loosened Buck's restrained wrist enough for Buck to write the note. He informed Buck that if he did not cooperate, he would be castrated and fed his own genitals. He also was told that his mother and sister's lives depended on Buck doing as he was told.
+Buck reluctantly wrote the words Hastings dictated.
+""Dear Mother and Sister"", he wrote, ""I can no longer stand the thoughts that keep running through my mind, about wanted you both sexually. I know it is wrong but I can't help it. I tried to exorcize these feeling through my writings, but it didn't work. I only became more obsessed with wanting you both! Please forgive me, Buck.""
+Hastings then pinched Buck's nose forcing him to open his mouth and drink the rest of the sleeping pills which were already premixed in a glass of water.
+Buck felt his tears, running down his cheeks. He knew he was a dead man. Hastings waited patiently, explaining to the dying writer exactly what he didn't like about his work, adding insult to injury. Then Buck's vision became blurry and slowly all respirations ceased.
+Hasting checked his pulse to make sure he was dead, and untied him, removed the gag, and placed the suicide note in his hands along with copies of his incest stories, which he found in a file, and scattered them around the dead author. He carefully wiped all possible fingerprints away and left.
+He headed, a few blocks away, to a liquor store, whistling while he walked and called a cab which he took back to his car. ""I feel better already!"" He thought. ""How fitting! The incest writer dies of his own feelings of guilt about incest. Perfect! Let's see, who's next?"" He couldn't stop smiling as he drove home. Another day, another author.
+
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+170,Lord of the Rings,Zingiber,Chain Stories,2011-11-09,2011-12-01,2022-01-08 03:51:35,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/lord-of-the-rings-concerning-hobbi,1. Frodo gets a warm welcome from Farmer Maggot's wife. 2. Mushrooms make hobbit-lads get frisky with each other.,"['Cheating', 'Farmer', 'Frodo', 'Invisibility', 'Maggot', 'Mushrooms', 'Ring', 'Tolkien']",4.67,"_In the days of their peace and prosperity, they were a merry folk. They dressed in bright colours, but they seldom wore shoes, since their feet had tough and leathery soles and were clad in a thick curling hair, much like the hair of their heads, which was commonly brown. Their faces were as a rule good-natured rather than beautiful, broad, bright-eyed, red-cheeked, with mouths apt to laughter, and to eating and drinking. And laugh they did, and eat, and drink, often and heartily. They were hospitable and delighted in parties, and in presents, which they gave away freely and eagerly accepted._
+\-- from the Prologue to the Lord of the Rings, ""Concerning Hobbits"".
+\---
+Frodo woke refreshed in a bower formed by a willow whose branches drooped to the ground, lying on a bed of fern and grass, deep and soft and fragrant. He lay a while, regarding his naked bottom half. Thicker about the belly than he liked to see himself, but Frodo was cheered by the firmness of his morning stand. With all the forebodings of his upcoming journey, it was comforting to see his prick saluting the dawn of a beautiful morning in the Shire. Frodo blinked, half-remembering. A confused recollection of late last night with the Elves, after Sam and Pippin had gone to bed, seemed to feature his stiff stem in some way, but he no longer could recall the last chapter of the evening. It faded with the morning mist, leaving only a hint of sweet fragrance and scraps of Gildor's equivocal advice. ""Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger. The choice is yours, to go or wait.""
+The Elves had departed before the dawn, but they had left breakfast for the travellers, and Sam had loyally defended Mr. Frodo's share of sweet bread and berries from the hungry maw of Pippin.
+""You slept through first breakfast, and now it's second breakfast!"" Pippin protested.
+""Son of a Took!"" Frodo jeered his friend. ""You'd eat the tablecloth if you could!""
+""I would at that,"" Pippin said. ""But though they say you're a queer duck, tramping the hills and byways, you're looking prosperous.""
+Frodo rubbed his belly. ""Well, there'll be more tramping today. Let us be at it! I want to be across the river before that Big One on a horse catches our scent.""
+""Scent is right, Mr. Frodo,"" Sam said. ""Snuffling like a hound, he was. Warn't no manner of Big Folk like I've ever seen.""
+""Well if we're to be tramping, you'll want your britches!"" Pippin said, nodding to Frodo's lower half.
+Frodo looked down and laughed. ""My head is full of cobwebs still, from sitting up with Gildor.""
+""What was his counsel?"" Pippin asked. ""Did you ask about the snuffling?""
+Frodo cleared his throat. ""Gildor said..."" He pondered a moment. ""Well, nothing really definite. You know what Bilbo used to say, 'Do not ask the Elves for counsel, for they will say both yea and nay.' And no, nothing about the snuffling.""
+The gathered their rucksacks and walking sticks. Frodo argued for cutting across country to the river, to save the road's long swing round the woods, while Pippin warned, ""Short cuts make long delays,"" arguing the difficulty of the bushy hills and dales between them and the river. When Pippin further advocated the road for the sake of a stop at the Golden Perch, ""the best beer in the Eastfarthing -- and the best barmaids!"", Frodo retorted, ""That settles it! Short cuts make long delays, but inns make longer ones."" Sam took Frodo's side, and they tramped off the road and into the thickets.
+Sam thought mournfully of the lost beer stop. Mr. Frodo was upon a long, dark road indeed if he scorned a trip to the Golden Perch. But then Sam thought of the snuffling Big One, and decided water would suit him fine today.
+A long hot morning of struggling cross-country found them under the trees when the weather broke, with wind and blustering rain troubling them as they picked their way through the wood, uncertain of the direction of their short-cut. At midday they sheltered under an elm, where they opened their packs to find the Elves had left them another gift, filling their bottles with sweet honey-mead. With their hunger satisfied, the mead made them merry, and Frodo started an old drinking song he used to sing on his long country rambles. At length Pippin challenged them to a pissing contest. Frodo accepted, as it was long tradition when he rambled with his friends, and he chivvied the shy Sam into joining them. Pippin won, his stream arching longest from his longer stem, but Frodo consoled Sam by declaring that the young hobbit clearly carried the heaviest balls.
+Frodo recalled a time when, wandering invisibly with the Ring on, he had seen Sam snuggled up with Rose Cotton in the back corner of the garden, Rose playing Sam's instrument with her deft hands. The misty vision while wearing the Ring had not done justice to Sam's fine equipment. Perhaps when this was all over, Sam would be able to plow Rose's field properly. There was hope.
+A chilling cry broke Frodo from his reverie and wiped the grin of triumph off Pippin's face. It wavered up and down, floating down the wind till it ended on a high piercing note. The three fumbled their britches' buttons closed with shivering hands and made ready in haste. Before they could hoist their rucksacks, a fainter wail answered the first. They stood frozen as the second call wavered and ended in a shriek.
+The travellers hastened through the last of the wood under the blustery sky, quickly finding their way to the river road. As they tramped toward the ferry dock, they scanned the distance for horses, for Big Folk, for riders in black.
+""Ah, we're in luck!"" Pippin declared as they approached a neat hedgerow around a turnip patch. ""This is Farmer Maggot's land. Let's stop.""
+Frodo winced. ""Perhaps we shouldn't,"" he said, feeling a flash of phantom pain on his rump. ""His dogs.""
+Pippin laughed. ""Perhaps you shouldn't have been stealing mushrooms, oh so long ago, for him to set them on you. No, no, I insist. His dogs will keep off those Big Ones! We will walk faster if we warm up, and perhaps old Maggot has some news. And some beer!""
+\---
+Pippin's cheery insistence carried the day, and soon the three of them were seated around Farmer Maggot's kitchen table, warmed by the hearth, and enjoying a little second luncheon served by Mrs. Maggot. Farmer Maggot hadn't forgotten Frodo's youthful forays, but he had forgiven him. The only dark note in this reunion was Maggot's tale of a hooded Big Man on a black horse who had said queer and threatening things in a whisper, asked after ""Baggins"", spooked Maggot's dogs and galloped off in high dudgeon when Maggot had no help for him.
+Frodo, Sam, and Pippin looked at one another in concern. But Maggot offered to ride them up to the ferry in a wagon after dinner so as not to look like the ramblers the Big Folk were seeking. Frodo accepted with grace. A warm afternoon indoors in the Maggots' busy household was just the thing. Pushed back from the kitchen table, warm inside and out, it was hard to credit the sinister encounters they had had. As Maggot's sons, daughters, and married-ins bustled in and out, pausing between their tasks, Frodo, Sam, and Pippin found themselves telling and retelling little snatches of the story of Bilbo's birthday party, as well as other news of Hobbiton and thereabouts. The choicest bits of the party brought giggles and blushes to the sons as well as the daughters, especially in Pippin's expansive style. At length, Pippin was pulled off toward the barn by one of the daughters to help with some task or other specially requiring his talents.
+Sam drowsed by the fire, dropping off into a nap as Frodo watched the bustling household and chatted with Mrs. Maggot.
+At length, Mrs. Maggot noticed that Frodo's britches had been torn during their ramble through the thickets and bustled him off to her chamber. The well-oiled hinges scarcely whispered as she closed the door behind them. ""We'll fix that up rightaways while we have a little daylight,"" she said, receiving the sullied article.
+As she set out the things from her sewing basket by the chair under her window, Mrs. Maggot asked Frodo what his plans were after he was settled back in Buckland.
+""A quiet life,"" Frodo said. ""Seeing the old home country. I've rambled through now and again, but it will be good to live here, watch the seasons turn, see the folks I grew up with.""
+Mrs. Maggot laughed. ""For all your tricks and book learning, I never thought you had the makings of a Hobbiton boy,"" she said. ""There you went, and now here you are back again."" She smiled. ""I hope to see you at Yule. We have the merriest gathering here, we do. Or sooner.""
+Frodo smiled and nodded his hopes toward her.
+""Now stand close, Frodo,"" Mrs. Maggot said. ""You'll help me with the knots, my eyes are not so sharp as they were, the last time I patched your britches.""
+Frodo flinched. The last time she had patched his britches was after Farmer Maggot's dogs had ripped the seat wide open with their teeth, not sparing the flesh underneath. The dogs had held him at bay until Farmer Maggot had called them off and marched him back to the farmhouse for a hot-tempered talking-to before handing him over to Mrs. Maggot to tend his wounds.
+Frodo looked in Mrs. Maggot's eyes to see them twinkle. He felt a flush of warmth as he recalled how that day had ended.
+""Ah, you do remember, young Frodo,"" she said. She looked his stiffening prick in its one blind eye. ""Or part of you does.""
+Frodo swallowed, not knowing what to say. Mrs. Maggot's broad, cheerful face was much as he remembered it, a little rounder, the smile broader, the laugh lines deeper. Silver threaded her thick brown hair. The curves of her rump and belly had prospered, but she wore them well, and her breasts had burgeoned in turn, the little apples he remembered now full and round and softening downward after they had fed her brood of little Maggot boys and girls.
+Mrs. Maggot followed Frodo's gaze and grinned. ""Now attend, and mayhap we'll have time to make you another memory,"" she said. Her deft hands made quick work of the torn cloth of Frodo's britches. Frodo helped as she directed, and soon they were done.
+""I'll be needed to start dinner, but will you bide a wee?"" Mrs. Maggot asked.
+""Yes,"" Frodo said.
+Mrs. Maggot's warm, strong fingers reached out and cupped his balls. Though rough with work, they were wise and gentle with their touch, and their warmth encouraged Frodo's stem to stand and salute her.
+""Doff your shirt,"" she said. ""The best dress for this work is your birth-day suit.""
+Mrs. Maggot's apron, dress, and shift joined Frodo's clothes on her work table. Frodo admired her bare skin, touched faintly by the cool chamber air. There was much of the blushing apple, and the rich melon, and the ripe berry in her colour, her curves, and her points. The ample curves led Frodo's eyes down her belly, and to where all roads begin, in the cave under the bushy mound, guarded by a pearl-topped arch.
+""Why have you not found a lass to marry?"" she asked. ""Surely you are not pining for me, old Lily?"" She laughed, her pink cheeks glowing. ""Was I your first?""
+""I love to read and ramble,"" Frodo said. ""And I like being by myself, betimes. The thing in marrying is not just your bride and who she is, but you're marrying her family as well.""
+Mrs. Maggot chortled. ""Right enough!"" she said. She cocked her head. ""Or are you more partial to mushrooms than to plowing a woman's furrow?""
+Before Frodo could think of a reply (the true answer on most days, ungallantly, would be 'yes'), her eyes were caught by the glitter of the chain round his neck from which depended the Ring.
+""My goodness, it's gold!"" she said. ""Those stories they do tell. About Bilbo, and treasure.""
+""Don't breathe a word,"" Frodo said. ""I don't need any third or fourth cousins sniffing about. Quiet, now that's what I've come here for.""
+""Cross my heart,"" Mrs. Maggot said. ""Speak no evil. Now, Frodo, quick."" She reached for him and pulled him onto the bed.
+It was no mystery how Farmer Maggot and his wife held their interest in one another to beget their sons and daughters. As the former Lily Lightfoot spread her legs, her deep furrow, thickly bushed, opened of itself to reveal its damp pink folds. Frodo knelt between her ample thighs, steadied his aim and pressed forward, finding the furrow moist and open to take his plow deep inside. He sighed with pleasure. Had it been so long? Lily held the heat of the springtime earth, she clasped him with the strength of a woman whose days were work, and she moved her hips to his with the sure rhythm of a wife wise to the ways of her own satisfaction. Her skin was warm and her flesh soft and yielding as they pressed together.
+The air soon tickled his nose with the scent of her rising heat, a warm scent with the earthy richness of mushroom gravy. Frodo realized he'd had a hint of it when he first saw her and a little more when he'd entered her chamber. Perhaps Farmer Maggot had plowed her furrow at midday. The thought made his heart thump with urgency and he redoubled his efforts.
+""Yes, Frodo, faster!"" Mrs. Maggot urged. ""You darling, darling, darling boy...""
+Frodo thrust faster, deeper into his host's wife. It had been so long since he could just let himself go, to plow and thrust and plant his stem so deep in any hobbit-lass or lady.
+Her hips bucked and her limbs tensed, squeezing Frodo tight against her, hips belly and breast. ""Oh, oh, ohhh!""
+A rattle at the chamber door electrified him. His stem swelled and exploded like one of the great fire-wheels from Bilbo's party. And then somehow he was out, off, into the ghost world of the Ring and rolling into the shadows under the bed. The clammy half-world quenched the last drops of his heat and left him cold, limp, and wet between the legs, and reminded him with a whisper of fear of the riders who hunted him. Frodo eased off the ring as he lay under the bed, and colors, sounds and shapes were normal again. Normal as the broad, thick-toed pair of hobbit feet that stood at the foot of the bed.
+""Lily dear!"" Farmer Maggot called. He laughed, seeing her plump pink thighs wide open and the lips of her bushy furrow pouting. Farmer Maggot wiggled his toes. ""Did I not plow you at morn and at noon, that you would need harrow yourself?"" he protested, but his tone was pleased.
+""Indeed, husband. Your good plowing rouses me for more. Would you till my furrow once more before supper? Could you?"" she wheedled.
+""Wife, I can, and I will!"" Farmer Maggot said.
+Farmer Maggot's britches were off and onto the floor with a thump, and his feet disappeared one after the other. The featherbed whispered as it took his weight.
+""Ah, it is sweet to be a mushroom farmer,"" Maggot said.
+""Ah!"" Mrs. Maggot cooed as she received her husband's shaft. ""And a mushroom farmer's wife,"" she agreed.
+Frodo lay quietly as the stout farmer and his wife repeated the dance that he and Mrs. Maggot had just been doing together. When they were well engaged with the battle of love, panting and sighing as they battered their loins together, Frodo slipped on the Ring and lifted his britches and shirt lightly from Mrs. Maggot's work table. As he slipped out the door, he heard Lily's voice rising in a peak of delight, and a low growl from Farmer Maggot as his pleasure answered hers.
+Frodo found a quiet corner where he could put on his clothes and join the visible world. He returned to the kitchen where Sam, wakened from his nap, was toasting his feet near the stove and watching two of the younger Maggots chopping vegetables.
+""Where were you, Mr. Frodo?"" Sam asked.
+""Mrs. Maggot was mending my britches,"" he said. ""Pippin warned us we would pay for our short cut.""
+Sam laughed. ""He did, though it was the Golden Perch that missed our custom today."" Sam looked rueful at the lack.
+""Another time. You will not go dry this afternoon, and Merry and Fatty will have the best of Bag End's cellars waiting for us tonight,"" Frodo said.
+Sam smiled, cheered at the thought.
+After a time, Mrs. Maggot returned, shooed the visitors out of her kitchen, and presently served up the most delicious mushrooms that Frodo could remember for an early supper. The earthy savor and slippery flesh of the mushrooms recalled to Frodo other sorts of delicious pleasure, and under cover of loosening his belt, Frodo adjusted his stiffening stem. Farmer Maggot's mushrooms were quietly famous for their salutary effects in that quarter. As a young buck, it had been prize enough to make Frodo risk the ire of Farmer Maggot and his dogs. Frodo sighed. Nothing much to be done with it at present.
+Pippin, in rather unhobbitlike manner, was a bit late for the meal, and his cheeks glowed with what seemed to be pride or the healthy bloom of exercise. Bits of hay clung to his clothes and hair, and a broad grin kept popping up on his face.
+When dark had fallen, with fingers of mist creeping up from the river, Farmer Maggot packed his wagon and settled Frodo, Sam, and Pippin in back. A figure in a hood carrying the handle of a basket was last out to see them on their way.
+""Frodo,"" Mrs. Maggot whispered. ""For you."" She handed him the basket. From under a neatly tucked cloth cover, the tell-tale scent of freshly picked mushrooms tickled Frodo's nose, and his loins.
+And with that and a bark or two from Farmer Maggot's dogs, they were off to the road for the Brandywine ferry.
+
+"
+171,Lord of the Rings,velvetpie,Chain Stories,2004-07-24,2005-02-08,2022-01-08 03:51:32,4,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/lord-of-the-rings-gandalf,1. Apprentice warms lonely wizard's heart. 2. Eowyn is comforted. 3. Bilbo Baggins rescues a damsel in distress. 4. Galadriel becomes a queen.,"['Gandalf', 'Wide Eyes']",4.24,"_DISCLAIMER:_
+The story is a fictional parody - it's not true, nor is it approved of by the celebrities named in the stories. Authors write these fictitious stories about famous people for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because they can. The Supreme Court of the United States, the country where this site is located, has ruled that parodies involving famous people are perfectly and totally legal under the United States Constitution. The specific case law on this was decided in the case of ""Hustler Magazine, Inc. et al. v. Jerry Falwell"" in 1988. No harm is intended toward the celebrities featured in these stories, but they are public figures and in being so, they must accept that they are fair target for parodies by the public. We believe in the first amendment, and more broadly, in the basic principle of free speech and this section may push the boundaries of that principle, but the United States Supreme Court has approved of this type of material. We believe that the Supreme Court was correct in their decision.
+* * * * *
+ _""Gandalf ... Gandalf, awaken ... ""_
+Gandalf stirred in his half-sleep, hearing the voice and instantly recognizing its provenance. ""I hear you.""
+ _""It's time ... time to choose an apprentice ... ""_
+""I have no need of an apprentice."" The wizard snarled, defensive even in his sleep.
+ _""No one should be alone in this world, dear Gandalf. You were sent here to live your life among the people of Middle Earth. There is no reason that you should be forced to exist alone.""_
+""I am a wizard, Galadriel! I am not of this world nor do I submit to its rules and regulations.""
+ _""Both you and I know, dear wizard, that the rules and regulations are tentative at best. Only death is certain and yet, you beat even that.""_
+""Is there a point to this invasion of my dreams, Galadriel?""
+ _""That all must live and grow in this world, Gandalf, and that you are not exempted from that. You must choose an apprentice and you must procreate and grace the world with your progeny. Your offspring will be much needed in the future.""_
+""Galadriel ... ""
+ _""It is not divined by me, dear Gandalf. It is the way of all things, to seek companionship, to lengthen one's line in the world and to meet death in the arms of one who loves you. You have accomplished much, wizard, yet the harder things in life elude you.""_
+""You don't call _battle_ hard?""
+ _""No, I don't. Battle is in the blood of all men and violence is a natural tendency. Love, care and romance are not natural to men. It has to be learned and cultivated. Those who are blessed, consider the gift of love the greatest victory a man or woman can ever win.""_
+""That is not a blessing that I willfully seek, Galadriel. Now, let me sleep!""
+ _""Not until you agree that at the least, you need an apprentice. You are reaching up in years, Gandalf. You must pass on your knowledge and power to another worthy vessel.""_
+""Fine! Fine! Just go away!""
+Galadriel smiled and dissipated into the scheme of things, assured of the happiness of her crotchety friend. She returned to her people, informing her Lord that soon, if her visions became true, that Gandalf the Grey and White would have a son.
+The moon was high in the sky as she scaled the rickety tower. Ariana looked down, forced her fear back and climbed upward. The weathered trellis ended at an open window and she crawled inside, taking care not to injure the plants that hovered on the sill, waiting for the kiss of daylight. A long, deep snore came from the bed and she quickly tiptoed past, navigating the stairs down and finding the kitchen. She filled her bag with onions, carrots and heads of lettuce and cabbage, then found a leftover haunch of rabbit that had been covered with a vinegar-berry sauce.
+She didn't think anything strange about the meat being out; she simply started eating it as she stuffed a bottle of garlicky oil, a wheel of cheese and a half-filled bottle of red wine. She shoved a loaf of crusty bread, a string of garlic and a box of dried basil leaves into the bag also and headed for the door. At the exact time she reached for the knob, it twisted in her hand, pushing inward and admitting Grelthorn Ambias, who was coming into his house. He didn't notice her in the shadows, although the scent of food should have led him but he was tired from a long day of work and he shuffled into the main room to grab a glass of wine and sit down. He would find the wine missing, of course.
+Ariana exited the house and dashed into the cover of trees, her heart pounding. At least she would have something to eat and that would keep her from the city. The city was not a good place for an unattached young woman to be. Especially not one who was a beautiful as she was, though she'd violently disagree. She was on the tall side, an attribute that few men liked. Women should not be taller than a man, it was said. It gave the improper impression that the woman was in control.
+She pushed a lock of dirty blonde hair out of her eyes, took out the cheese and nearly cut her finger off when she was startled, by of all things, a horse. The animal was by far, the most beautiful she'd ever seen and his shining white coat brought the brilliance of the moon down to her feet. Mesmerized, she put the cheese and knife away, exchanging them for a carrot. She quickly broke it into pieces and fed them, one by one, to the majestic steed, stroking its silvery mane as it chewed.
+After the last piece, the horse whinnied, nudging her. ""What do you want? I need the rest of the carrots!"" Another nudge, pushing her back along its side. ""You want me to ride you?"" A loud whinny and a shake of the head. ""Sorry, boy, I can't get on you. You're too big!"" The horse bent its front leg, giving her a step up. She grasped its mane and climbed aloft, suddenly weary. She'd been three days without food and about as long without rest and it was catching up to her.
+As the horse began moving, she didn't ask where it was taking her. She merely laid her head against its corded neck, wrapped her fingers in its mane and fell into a deep sleep.
+ _""Shadowfax! What is this?""_
+It was impossible not to hear the loud voice, even more so because the owner was standing above her. Ariana tried to shake off the thick cloak of sleep, clutching her precious saddlebag and arising clumsily. The man moved into her sight, imposing in his flowing white robes and angry gleam in his eye.
+""Who are you?""
+""Ariana, sir.""
+""What are you doing here?""
+""I just fell asleep on the horse, sir. He brought me here.""
+""Are you accustomed to stealing people's belongings, child?""
+""I am not a child, sir! I am nearly twenty and three years and I never steal unless it's necessary.""
+""And it was necessary to steal Shadowfax?""
+""I did not steal him, sir."" She growled at him through gritted teeth, refusing to let the handsome older man intimidate her. ""He brought me here.""
+Gandalf paused a beat, glaring at the young woman. His aged eyes didn't miss the supple curves beneath the oversized and ripped clothing and he quite liked the fire in her eyes. But she had to go. ""Fine. Then you may leave.""
+Ariana hadn't realized that her face had fallen until she caught the look on his face. ""I have nowhere to go.""
+A tiny voice spoke to Gandalf. _She could be your apprentice._ ""Damn you, Galadriel!"" He growled under his breath, still glaring at the girl. ""Come with me. It will do you no good to sleep amongst the animals unless you wish to smell like one.""
+A smile lit Ariana's boyish features and the effect was stunning. The simple change transformed her from a waifish mongrel to an alluring, but dirty, young woman. Gandalf felt his cock stir, something completely unexpected and it made him uncomfortable. ""I hate to be the one to tell you, sir, but I already smell like one.""
+He tried not to laugh. He wanted to remain aloof but her innocent charm was quickly taking hold of him. Raising an authoritative eyebrow, he said, ""Believe me. I noticed. Come on. You can bathe in the pond and maybe I can find you some clothes.""
+The dark blue of her eyes met the brown of his. ""Thank you, sir.""
+""The name's Gandalf.""
+Gandalf had searched his home for quite a while, looking for something suitable for the young lady to wear, his mind running a thousand miles a minute. It had been quite some time since he'd lain with a woman. His cock twitched at the memory of sweaty bodies locked in amorous combat. A spurt of adrenalin tightened his chest as he remembered the unforgettable feeling of being enveloped in a woman's body, of the hot, slick tunnel that welcomed him, of the mouth that ensnared him. But while the act of lovemaking had brought him sweet release, it had done nothing to make him want to remain with the women. The feelings were common and he could find them with any woman, he surmised. He never thought about children.
+ _""Maybe you should.""_
+""Damn you, Galadriel! Isn't it enough that I've accepted this woman into my home? Must you persist in bothering me?""
+ _""Only when it comes to the health and welfare of my friends, dear Gandalf.""_
+""I'm perfectly fine.""
+ _""Your thoughts tell me otherwise. Never have I found you recalling the act of sex.""_
+""I wasn't recalling it for you."" He tossed the robe and undergarments over his arm and headed outside. ""Now, will you please leave me alone!""
+ _""I will leave you to your thoughts, dear Gandalf.""_
+""Meddling woman."" Gandalf snarled to himself, secretly pleased that Galadriel cared for him. He trudged up the path and paused at the top of the hill, frozen in place as he looked down towards the pond. The woman was gorgeous. She knelt at the pond's edge, cupping water and tossing it over her shoulders. Her wet hair gleamed in the approaching sunlight and crystalline beads of water clung to her alabaster skin, sliding over rose-tipped breasts and the luscious curve of her hips. The saliva dried in Gandalf's mouth as he leaned against his staff, taking in the scene.
+Ariana was oblivious to his presence. She was enjoying the beauty of her surroundings and the cleanliness of the water. She hated to be grimy and dirty but it had been necessary to hide her beauty. Now, she didn't have to worry. She felt that she could trust him. As she spooned water over her body, her thoughts turned to the man, Gandalf. Of course she had known who he was. Everyone knew who the great wizard was and had heard of his exploits. But to meet him ... she would never have imagined that!
+Everyone had said that he was old but she didn't see that. She saw the magnificence of age in his weathered features and the wrinkles and crows feet just made him more handsome in her eyes. His dark eyes seemed fathomless, filled with knowledge and mystery. And pain. She had seen that, regardless of his light banter. The wizard was lonely and was fighting it.
+She moved farther out into the pond, dunking her hair and rinsing the dirt from it. How she wished for a chip of soap!
+""Ariana?""
+She turned to the bank and smiled at him. ""Yes, Gandalf?""
+""I brought these for you."" He gestured to the clothing piled in a heap at his feet. ""And here's some soap."" He tossed the piece to her and she caught it, holding it to her nose and inhaling the rose scent.
+""Was this yours? The soap?""
+""Yes.""
+""You favor roses?""
+Ariana saw the stern look on his face. ""Am I not allowed to have my own niceties?""
+""I didn't mean it like that, sir.""
+""My name is Gandalf!""
+""I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I just wanted to know if you liked roses.""
+Gandalf relented in his anger when he heard the ingenuous note in her voice. Surprising himself, he sat down near the edge of the bank, leaning against the huge oak that spread its leafy shade over them. ""Yes, I like roses very much.""
+""I do, too. My favorites are tea roses. I like how they are so small and so perfect.""
+A smile crept over Gandalf's features, his fingers stroking his staff. ""Yes, those are beautiful."" But not as beautiful as you are, he wanted to add. She looked like a water nymph with her silver hair and flawless skin and he suddenly felt the urge to reach out and touch her, to know the peace of being within her body. But she would not want an old man. That thought quickly doused his smile and he stood slowly. ""I will wait for you just over the hill. Hurry up. I'm hungry.""
+The joy in Ariana's heart died suddenly as she sensed that she had somehow upset him. She would have to work a little harder to win his heart, she decided. As she returned to the shallows, lathering up the soap, she pondered over what she'd just said to herself. Win his heart? Was that what she truly wanted?
+""Yes."" She answered aloud. Hearing the word made her wish real. To have the wizard's love, she would do anything.
+She began her apprenticeship the next day. Learning the ins and outs of Gandalf's house was first. He gave her a room on the second floor and taught her how to milk the cows and collect eggs. She could cook so she alternated fixing meals with him and spent time poring over his voluminous manuals and learning how to identify herbs. Each day, Ariana spent as much time with him as she could, trying to get under his skin and into his heart. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and winter approached.
+""Time to go into town."" He announced one day. ""You need some winter clothes.""
+""But I don't have any money, Gandalf.""
+""Not to worry."" He gave her one of his patented smiles and she noticed a touch of warmth in his eyes. ""It'll be taken care of.""
+Winter came as usual, cold and dreary but Ariana was warm in her new clothes and she thanked Gandalf by applying herself to her studies and working as hard as she could. Gandalf watched her and at first, wanted to say something to her, but realized what she was doing. He also didn't miss the roses she left wherever he would find them. In the pockets of his robes, tucked into the brim of his hat, looped through the hole in his staff. He knew that she was thinking of him and that thought kept him warm inside.
+This night, she had fallen asleep in his chair, the firelight glinting off the silver of her hair and highlighting the beauty of her face. He knelt at her feet, unable to stop himself and reached out, letting his fingertips touch the warm skin of her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open and met his and for a long moment, they just stared at each other. Then, her small hand floated out and cupped his chin, her fingers tracing the hard line of his jaw.
+""Gandalf."" Her whisper fired his heart and his cock began to rise to the occasion. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers. A thrill went through him and he trembled at her eager response. Her pliant lips opened under his and her tongue gently stroked his, her fingers looping through his hair and pressing him closer.
+""Ariana, I'm an old man ... ""
+Her fingers softly pressed against his lips, silencing him, then moved gently over his face, memorizing every nuance of her face. ""Don't do that, Gandalf."" Her eyes glittered with tears. ""You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.""
+""But, Ariana, you're so beautiful.""
+""Does that make you want me less?""
+""No."" Gandalf tried to calm his pounding heart. ""But to give me your beauty when there could be someone else ... ""
+""Gandalf, there will never be anyone else. I don't want anyone else except you.""
+His eyes suddenly burned with tears. ""Ariana, you don't know what you're saying.""
+""Yes, I do. I know exactly what I'm saying ... "" She pressed her mouth to his again and rubbed her tongue against his. Her hands left his face, moving over his wiry frame, luxuriating in the muscles that moved beneath. ""And I know exactly what I'm doing.""
+Gandalf didn't counter her words again. He grabbed her, pulling her up into his arms and quickly closing the space between them, first with his mouth, then with his body. This feeling that flooded him was as foreign as an invader in his home. He'd never let anyone get too close. After all, during all those years of battle, he had not only lost his own life but he'd also seen others die and the pain of attachment was something he quickly learned to avoid. But now, this girl, these feelings ... he was ready to give in. He was ready to lay down his staff and the inherent responsibility that went with wielding it to be with her.
+Ariana shivered as his arms closed around her, binding her to his hard length. He lifted her easily, his mouth ravishing her face as he mounted the stairs, taking them to his bedroom. Once there, he laid her down, then lit the lamps so that he could see every inch of her. She sat up and moved over, making room for him and welcomed his trembling kiss. Was it possible that he was as nervous as she was? She raised her hands and stripped off her outer robe, leaving her thick woolen shift and the more flimsy undergarments beneath. His roughened palms fell upon the exposed flesh, drinking in the heat of her skin and aimlessly wandering over freckle and birthmark alike.
+He barely caught his breath as her fingers untied his cloak and removed it, then unbuttoned his rough shirt, baring his lean but muscled chest to her touch. A deep quivering began that he could not squelch. Her hands smoothed his furred flesh, her fingertips circling his nipples and drawing a hiss of pleasure from him. Her fingers roamed further, falling on the ropy flesh of scars and her eyes flicked up to his, sympathy burning into him.
+Pushing the rest of the shirt aside, she applied her mouth to his skin, tracing the same path her fingers had taken. His natural response gave her confidence to continue. She pressed him back against the bed, her mouth traveling across his scarred ribs and over his taut stomach, pausing just above his pant line. She raised her eyes to his, slipping the ties loose on his pants and sliding them down. His cock bobbed majestically before her, hard and thick, smelling of his musk and a faint hint of roses.
+""Oh ... "" The utterance morphed into a gasp when her mouth encompassed the swollen head of his prick. Her tongue swirled around the slit, tasting his essence and swallowing gratefully. Every touch of her tongue sent him spiraling upward, his senses soaring as he fought to retain his composure. The complex shell that he had built around himself was being battered, crumbling under every stroke of her tongue. Part of him desperately wanted to cling to its protection, yet he knew it was time roll over and show his underbelly. To make himself vulnerable to someone. And it would be Ariana.
+Gently, he pulled her up, afraid that he wouldn't be able to stand the touch of her mouth any longer. She made a whimpering sound, upset that he was pulling her away but soon changed to a moan when he pulled her shift off and cupped her breast through the thin chemise. His mouth on her nipple was almost a religious experience and her pussy awakened with a wet twinge, making her gasp this time. He stripped the chemise and the panties from her body and bent over her, worshipping this work of art that he had been so lucky to be allowed to love.
+The Gandalf she knew became a man; a touchable man who knew his way around a woman's body. His tongue laved her nipples until she was screaming in pleasure and her pussy cream ran like a stream. His thick fingers found her weeping slit and he pressed one finger past her puffy lips, pushing deeply into her. Ariana flew into pieces as the first orgasm of her life burst through her like fireworks. She dug her nails into Gandalf's arms, her head thrown back as she gasped for breath. ""Oh, Gandalf!""
+Gandalf could never have imagined that lovemaking could be so different. His few experiences could not compare to this. His skin tingled where she touched him and his cock was so hard that he couldn't wait to be inside her but he was trying so hard to be patient. Patience was the last thing on Ariana's mind. She grasped his prick, gave it a few loving strokes and rubbed the head against her dripping entrance. ""Ari ... ""  
+""I can't wait any longer, Gandalf. Please. Now.""
+He flexed his hips and his stiff rod plunged into her pool, hesitating only when he felt her untried barrier. His eyes connected with hers and she gave a small nod, then closed her eyes. A loud sob escaped her as pain radiated through her abdomen and he whispered apologies to her. She ignored his words, knowing that the pain wasn't his fault. Gandalf had just made her a woman. She moved against him and he gritted his teeth, hoping that she would hold still for just a moment longer. Then she exploded, her pussy pumping juices that coated him. He waited until she could breathe again before he pulled out and stroked his entire length back into her.
+Ariana tingled from her head to her toes and she shivered from the beauty in his eyes. He moved slowly, his body arching to meet hers and the pain in his heart seemed to melt away with each thrust. Her body welcomed him and accepted him, her heart doing the same. He closed his eyes for a moment, quivering in anticipation of the sensation that was making its way up his spine. He heard her quick intake of breath and looked down at her, recognizing that she was close, too. His fingers intertwined with hers and he whispered one single word.
+""Together.""
+The wave overpowered both of them, sweeping them under in a concert of ecstasy and passion. Ariana clung to him as her orgasm burst, whimpering into the sweet comfort of his mouth and shaking when his thick cock pumped pearly jizz into her pussy. Breathing the scent of their sex, she hoped that she had helped to ease the wizard's heart.
+""What have you done to me?"" Gandalf raised his head, looking down into her eyes. He saw a wealth of love reflected there, love meant for him and him alone.
+""I've loved you, Gandalf."" Ariana couldn't stop the tears from falling. ""And I will love you forever if you'll let me.""
+""Oh, I'll more than let you, child."" He grinned, knowing that she hated being called _child_. ""But only if you promise me one thing.""
+""What?""
+""To be my wife and bear my children.""
+The tears came faster now and he bent to kiss them away. ""That's two things."" She laughed happily, throwing her arms around him. ""But I promise."" She touched his face, happy to see tears sparkling in his eyes. ""I promise with every bit of my heart, Gandalf.""
+ _""I told you it was time for an apprentice."" Galadriel chuckled. ""Congratulations for winning the most important battle.""_
+Gandalf snarled at his well-meaning friend and bent to kiss his future wife again.
+
+"
+172,Lord of the Rings: Arwen's Dreams,simply_cyn,Chain Stories,2005-02-07,2005-02-07,2022-01-08 03:51:31,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/lord-of-the-rings-arwens-dreams,Dreams help her cope with loss of her family.,"['Famous People', 'Jerry Falwell', 'Supreme Court', 'United States']",3.75,"_DISCLAIMER:_
+The story is al fictional parody - it's not true, nor is it approved of by the celebrities named in the stories. Authors write these fictitious stories about famous people for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because they can. The Supreme Court of the United States, the country where this site is located, has ruled that parodies involving famous people are perfectly and totally legal under the United States Constitution. The specific case law on this was decided in the case of ""Hustler Magazine, Inc. et al. v. Jerry Falwell"" in 1988. No harm is intended toward the celebrities featured in these stories, but they are public figures and in being so, they must accept that they are fair target for parodies by the public. We believe in the first amendment, and more broadly, in the basic principle of free speech and this section may push the boundaries of that principle, but the United States Supreme Court has approved of this type of material. We believe that the Supreme Court was correct in their decision.
+In the year of the Fall of Sauron, the year 3019 of the Third age or otherwise known by Shire reckoning as 1419, Arwen Evenstar wedded her beloved Aragorn Elessar on a Mid-summer's day. They had realized their dreams and put an end to their grievous partings over the multitudes of years after Aragorn had finally been named King, ruler in all the realms of Arnor and Gondor, save only Rohan where King Eomer fought in battle alongside him. But in the meantime, Arwen's parting from her father Elrond had much troubled her over the years and she was found many nights in tears amid her dreams. When he had grown weary and forsook Middle Earth, they had been sundered from each other by the sea and a doom beyond the end of the world. If it had not been for Aragorn, she might have fallen into despair.
+*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
+As the whispering winds of the night even pressed between silken curtains that hung about her window, Arwen's raven hair twitched in her sleep. The flutter of lashes against porcelain cheeks was the only indication of the lovely elf's slumber and the dreams that accompanied her thoughts. She was illuminated in the silvery mist of the moon's light that wafted in through the open window that lulled her deeper into her memories, like an ancient elvish medicine ...
+She found herself once more upon the white stallion, its thunderous hooves beating out the rhythm of her heart as she was swept away by its strength once more. Her robes lost in the horse's gray mane that struck repeatedly at flushed cheeks that were kissed upon Arwen's countenance, her own raven locks intermingled in the wind that was left behind. Where she was going she could not remember and within the dream itself, it mattered not ... only that she was swept away, in a timeless hurry to get to her destination. The pounding of hooves, the rush of the wind that stung at her eyes only served to invigorate her as the sun began to settle on the distant horizon.
+And then the dream shifted as she moved in her sleep and she found herself in the bed chambers of Aragorn, gazing down at his sleeping form as if she had appeared suddenly in a vision of soft light. Her heart thudded noiselessly beneath her slightly heaving breasts, so great was his power over her, even in his sleep. She wanted to wake him and beg him to take her once again but there was something ethereal about this moment that she gazed upon him and despite herself, slender fingers reached out to smooth his long hair. A soft moan erupted from her lips as she simply touched him. Where her fingers caressed over his skin was like an electric shock that moved through her entire being, settling in a pool of desire between her legs. She had never been so drawn to a human as she was to this man. Her fingers moved as if caught in a mindset of their own, memorizing the strong contours of his face, the wrinkles that both the wars of Middle Earth and hard times had set upon his countenance, the strong lines of his lips that left her trembling in want.
+Arwen reluctantly pulled away her fingers only long enough to slowly loosen the ties on her cloak, its shift from slender shoulders to pool upon the floor at her feet like a wanton caress over heated flesh. Soft moist lips parted reflexively with a soft murmur of his name as she stood in the moonlight at his side, her visage like a ghostly image in the columned room. Was this real? She could reach out and touch him it seemed but then again, she seemed shrouded in an ethereal glow and the thundering hoofbeats of her stallion seemed to still be reverberating in her ears ... or was that her heart?
+Moving to stretch out next to him in the bed, her hand slid over his body upwards until curling her fingers around the thin material that separated them, pulled downwards in a languid motion as if by the sheer movement of the sheet, her love ignited a fire in the man that had captured her entire reason for being. She could see the catch in his breath even as he slept and the rise and fall of his chest as her fingers pulled the material lower until it moved over the rise between his chisled legs, proof of his desire even amongst his own dreams. Arwen pressed closer, trembling lips touching lovingly to his temple and then lower below his ear as her fingers released the sheet and slid upwards along his inner thigh, bringing a shift beside her and a flutter of eyelashes until suddenly she was drawn into his gaze, a moment of confusion followed by the sweep of strong arms drawing her into his warm embrace.
+Like liquid warmth did their lips meet, lowered lids unnecessary as her fingers and tongue already knew him like a well-traversed road in time. Bodies molded through the passage of time met once more like the meshing of the rainbow's colors after a sudden downpour and once again Arwen was restored through her lover's embrace, his passionate kisses that branded her to him despite their differences in mortality. For this she would give up an eternity of elvish magic and time spent with those that called her family beyond the sea.
+And then it was gone ... dusky eyelashes fluttered open beneath the wispy film of curtain that bellowed in like a lover's caress over her exposed form and she suddenly sat up in a myriad of tears that left her voice hollow as it resounded out even in a whisper, ""Aragorn ..."""
+173,Lord of the Rings: Faramir,your_softest_touch,Chain Stories,2005-04-02,2005-04-02,2022-01-08 03:51:38,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/lord-of-the-rings-faramir,Faramir and Eowyn's betrothal night.,"['Blond Girl', 'Honeymoon Sex', 'Lord Of The Rings', 'Romance']",4.0,"_DISCLAIMER:_
+The story is a fictional parody - it's not true, nor is it approved of by the celebrities named in the stories. Authors write these fictitious stories about famous people for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because they can. The Supreme Court of the United States, the country where this site is located, has ruled that parodies involving famous people are perfectly and totally legal under the United States Constitution. The specific case law on this was decided in the case of ""Hustler Magazine, Inc. et al. v. Jerry Falwell"" in 1988. No harm is intended toward the celebrities featured in these stories, but they are public figures and in being so, they must accept that they are fair target for parodies by the public. We believe in the first amendment, and more broadly, in the basic principle of free speech and this section may push the boundaries of that principle, but the United States Supreme Court has approved of this type of material. We believe that the Supreme Court was correct in their decision.
+* * * * *
+They stood together in the garden, in each other's arms, looking forward over the desolate battlefield before them, through the gloom that had fallen over the land, and at the threat that throbbed over the black mountains. For a moment, all became still and silent, then a great wind coursed from East, and though they could not see it, Eowyn and Faramir knew the great evil of Sauron had been destroyed. They held each other, hearts pounding from the electricity in the air.
+Lord Faramir, Captain and Steward of Gondor, turned from the clearing skies, and looked down upon the Lady Eowyn, shieldmaiden and Princess of Rohan, whose clear eyes had darkened with tears of joy, now the color of the indigo jewel- strewn cloak he had draped around her. Her face was triumphant, and showed the passion of victory which he felt in his own heart. Only a few days ago, there had been nothing but despair and grief in her countenance. But now, a new, stately beauty was kindled in her expression, and she truly looked a daughter of kings. Feeling his gaze, she turned to meet his eyes, sad and kind, which had been her only comfort since she awoke from the darkness following the battle. Her hands reached up to caress his patient face as though she were seeing him for the first time.
+Faramir whispered softly, with a gentle smile, ""My lady,"" but before he could continue she covered his lips with her own, forgetting the world around them and existing only in the arms of each other. Faramir pulled Eowyn close to him, so that there was only clothing separating their bodies, and with one hand around her waist and one hand holding her head, he kissed her deeply, his heart beating with the longing and love he felt for her. The drew apart to draw breath, still close enough that their noses touched, and they smiled a secret smile to each other, communicating in a gaze that they belonged to one another absolutely. Faramir then took Eowyn's hand, and silently led her into the House of Healing, their footfalls muffled by the soft moss grown over the stones. He stopped only when they were in front of the door to her chambers. She withdrew her hand from his, and opened the door, as he waited outside for her to dismiss her handmaiden.
+When the servant girl quitted the room, Faramir stooped to cross the threshold, and entered the chamber, dim but for a fire lit in the hearth. Closing the door and locking it behind him, he looked forward to see Eowyn standing at the foot of her bed, her figure tall and stately, her robe and gown draping gracefully to the floor. He crossed the room, and took her hands into his own, smiling with affection and kindness. She looked at his face, blushed, and lowered her head shyly. He said, ""I loved you and admired you since first I laid eyes upon you. And tonight, at the beginning of the New Days, I would have you be my wife."" She gazed up again at his face, and saw truth and honor written upon it. She said, ""Then you have guessed my dearest wish. I could desire nothing more,"" and she kissed him again, sealing their betrothal.
+Faramir then took the midnight blue cloak from her shoulders and draped it over the bed. He turned back to Eowyn, now wearing only her ivory and gold gown. To his surprise, he watched as, with a fluid shrug, the dress slipped from her shoulders and fell to the plush bearskin at her feet. She stepped out of the gown and towards him, now covered only by her long golden hair, modestly draped over her breast, but not hiding her creamy skin, or the golden thatch beneath her navel. Faramir's pulse quickened and his blood warmed as Eowyn said, ""Are you not overdressed, my lord?"" and she deftly undid the laces of his cotton tunic. He didn't need further encouragement, and he removed his shirt in one smooth movement. Eowyn's hands went immediately to his broad chest, exploring the contours of his muscled body, now reaching around to pull him nearer, and grasping his strong back.
+They kissed with heavy impatience, sounds of passion and longing escaping from both lord and lady, mouths exploring and tongues dancing, her hands gripping the muscles of his back, his hands searching for the softness of her plump breast through her silky tresses. He found it, and cupped it tightly as Eowyn gasped, and as he fondled it he moved his kisses to her neck. Sighing, she leaned her head back, arching her body into his, and in doing so, she felt the pulsing hardness straining beneath his breeches. Her hand moved from his back slowly around to his stomach, and as he continued his attentions to her neck, she slipped her hand into the band of his trousers, closing her hand around his member. A moan escaped from Faramir's lips, and he paused for a moment, allowing Eowyn to caress him.
+After a minute she withdrew her hand and untied the laces at his waist, and he deftly removed both breeches and boots. As he straightened up and stood tall, so did his manhood, now free from its confines, and he saw that Eowyn was eyeing it with interest. She grasped it once more, and begin to stroke her hand over the length of it, her eyes locked on Faramir's to watch his pleasure. They remained closed and his lips parted for a few minutes, then he guided Eowyn to a two-stepped stool next to the bed. She mounted, and he arranged her gently so that she stood upon it sideways, one foot on each step, standing slightly raised from Faramir's height.
+He grasped her around the waist, and began to kiss her left breast, at first gently, but with more and more fervor. Eowyn began to moan and arch with pleasure, her hips rocking of their own accord and her hands gripping his broad arms tightly. Faramir held each breast pincer-like so that the flesh was in his hands, but the aureola and nipple were exposed between his thumb and fingers. Gently massaging, he began to suck the aureolas so that they became pink and swollen, and the nipples hard and protrudent. He alternated between the two breasts, and Eowyn began to whimper with pleasure and a pink blush spread over the tops of her breasts.
+Keeping his lips on her breast, he moved one hand to her back to stabilize her on her perch, and the other slowly traced down, following the curve of her breast, over the softness of her stomach, and finally into the blond curls between her legs. He rubbed her through the hair, and her legs began to spread apart of their own accord. He felt a wetness creeping from between the lips, and he took this as a signal to venture further within. Faramir guided Eowyn's hands from his arms to her crotch, and positioned them so that she was holding her outer lips apart. Still nibbling her breast, he began to gently stroke the silky wet folds between her fingers. Moving in circles around her already throbbing clitoris, Faramir dipped his finger into her vagina to draw out her wetness, causing Eowyn to arch and sway. Holding her waist more tightly, he began to rub directly on her clit, and she began to rock her hips to match his rhythm. He rubbed with more and more pressure, and she thrust her hips harder and harder. His speed steadily increased and Eowyn began to moan throatily, begging him to rub faster and sate her lust. His fingers were now flying over her dripping clitoris and Eowyn ground her hips against him, finally climaxing and crying out in ecstatic pleasure, her entire body shivering with arousal.
+He slowly brought her down from the orgasm, pulling her from the stool and wrapping her in his arms. They kissed slowly and deeply, and Eowyn's breathing became slower. Finally Eowyn broke away, and her hand found its way back once more to Faramir's still-stiffened cock. It grew and lengthened in her hand, and she put her hand between her legs, dipping it in her flowing juices. She then lowered herself to her knees, so that Faramir's penis was standing erect and pointing to her face. She circled it with her now-lubricated hand, and began to stroke the length of it swiftly, and Faramir leaned his head back sighing and rocking his pelvis. Then Eowyn moved her lips to the very tip of his penis, caressing it as she continued to stroke the shaft. She licked the head, swirling her tongue around its rim, and sucking it hard. His cock was now hard and wet from her attentions, and she stood up and pulled Faramir towards the bed.
+Gazing into her eyes, Faramir gently lay Eowyn on her back onto the deep blue cloak he had spread there earlier. She spread her legs apart as he climbed over her and placed one hand on either side of her. He felt her long, soft legs wrap around his, and he guided his member to entrance of her waiting folds. She reached her hands around his shoulders, drawing him closer, and her eyes closed as he slowly pressed his penis deeper and deeper inside her virgin vagina. Faramir looked at Eowyn with concern, but her eyes opened and he was reassured. He began to thrust slowly, now and again bending down to kiss her parted lips. Eowyn began to rock her hips to his rhythm as he slowly increased his pace, and she spread her legs wider and grasped him tighter to ease his entry. They both began to breathe heavily, moaning softly in their ecstasy.
+Suddenly, Faramir withdrew -- he wanted to extend their pleasure longer, so he paused and sat up on his knees, straddling the hips of his lady, and admiring the effect of her golden hair fanned against the deep blue velvet, and the firelight glinting on the tiny golden hairs of her body. Eowyn smiled at her lover and betrothed, enjoying his gaze on her glowing body. He took his member in his hands and lightly tapped and rubbed it on her clitoris, teasing her as she giggled from the sensation. After a moment, she wriggled out from between Faramir's legs and kneeled before him -- she was not satisfied yet.
+The both leaned forward, kissing each other, and without separating, Eowyn mounted Faramir's lap, one leg on each side and arms wrapped around him. She reached down, and guided his penis into her vagina, slowly lowering herself on the length of it. Faramir nuzzled her soft breasts as she began to rock her hips on his pelvis, slowly at first but quickly increasing her pace. He sucked more fervently, now biting her nipples, as she began to thrust with more fervor, moaning with pleasure. He began to rock with her, grasping her buttocks from behind as she thrust the entire length of his penis in and out. He moved one hand to her clitoris, and began to stroke it roughly as her pace quickened, and Eowyn began to pant and arch her back with growing arousal. Just as Faramir thought he might begin to lose his control, she dug her fingers into his shoulders with one final violent thrust, screaming his name. She collapsed on him, exhausted, and they embraced.
+Twice had he pleasured her, but Faramir was not yet sated. Eowyn realized this, and she climbed off his lap, turning away from him and getting on her hands and knees. Faramir entered her from behind, burying his cock in her still-throbbing vagina. Gripping her buttocks firmly and holding them apart, Faramir thrust his hips forward again and again, withdrawing his penis entirely with each stroke. He grunted with the effort, and Eowyn whimpered with pleasure, grasping the cloak in her clenched hands. She lowered her head to the bed and raised her hips, spreading her legs as he increased his pace, slamming her from behind. He began to lean forward, pushing her hips closer to the bed while still ramming her vagina. His hands moved from her buttocks to the bed on either side of her, as he now straddled her hips, and she turned around to kiss him desperately. Faramir leaned forward on his elbows, pumping furiously, and Eowyn cried out, climaxing for the third time. As her muscles tightened around him in orgasm, Faramir finally climaxed as well, moaning and grunting as his seed filled Eowyn. He shuddered for a moment as he continued to spurt, and finally he withdrew his flaccid cock and collapsed on his back beside Eowyn. She snuggled next to him, and they fell asleep together in the firelight, as outside, the moon rose on the New Age of the world."
+174,Lord of the Rings: Grishnakh,SunrockSin,Chain Stories,2008-07-18,2008-07-18,2022-01-08 03:51:41,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/lord-of-the-rings-grishnakh,The true story of Merry and Pippen's escape from the orcs.,"['Fantasy Adventure', 'Orc']",4.0,"_DISCLAIMER:_
+The story is a fictional parody - it's not true, nor is it approved of by the celebrities named in the stories. Authors write these fictitious stories about famous people for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because they can. The Supreme Court of the United States, the country where this site is located, has ruled that parodies involving famous people are perfectly and totally legal under the United States Constitution. The specific case law on this was decided in the case of ""Hustler Magazine, Inc. et al. v. Jerry Falwell"" in 1988. No harm is intended toward the celebrities featured in these stories, but they are public figures and in being so, they must accept that they are fair target for parodies by the public. We believe in the first amendment, and more broadly, in the basic principle of free speech and this section may push the boundaries of that principle, but the United States Supreme Court has approved of this type of material. We believe that the Supreme Court was correct in their decision.
+* * * * * 
+**Lord of the Rings: Grishnakh**
+Since the Great War much of the history of the orcs has been forgotten. The race was predominately illiterate so most of the history that was passed along by the story-songs of the ancients was lost when they were killed in battle. What bit of history that is now available was from the observations of Merry and Pippin during the time they were captured by the orcs.
+It is well known that Ugluk was the great leader of the group of orcs that captured the hobbits, however, it is rarely mentioned that another orc leader was with Ugluk, one whom many believe knew the great power of the Ring. While the hobbits where held by the orcs, it was Grishnakh who searched them for the ring and was on the verge of killing Merry and Pippin when the humans counter- attacked the orcs allowing the hobbits to escape. While this story may sound plausible, the true story of why Grishnakh wanted to kill the hobbits has never been told, never until now.
+Grishnakh knew the value of the two small captives and kept them under constant watch with two of his best guards. Between interrogations, only his upper consort Opheluk was allowed to see the hobbits. She was in charge of their care and spent much of her day within the hovel where the two were incarcerated.
+Like any other orc, Opheluk was foul, stinking, evil and nasty, however, she was not nearly so foul, stinking, evil and nasty as your average orc, in fact she was the least foul, stinking, evil and nasty of the many orcs Merry and Pippin ever saw. It was while in Opheluk's control the hobbits learned a bit of the orcean ways. For instance, they learned that while the male orcs took their lovers at will, the true relationships were those formed between the upper and lower consorts.
+The two females who were raped by the male orc were normally lovers and arranged to be caught by the male while together. The sexual congress between the male and the two females was called a rape even though the union was really consensual. Orcs are a savage race and the males spend most of their time attacking dwarves, humans and elves, destroying their towns while raping and pillaging. The female orcs soon learned that to interest the male orcs sexually, they basically had to act as if they opposed the sex and would feign fear and loathing.
+Of course the female orcs almost always want the sex, but they want it with their lover, another female. Unfortunately, their physiology requires the penetration from the male cock before they can enjoy the union with another female. With the insertion of the male cock, the female's equivalent to a clitoris is exposed and can touch the other female's equivalent to a clitoris. The perfect union for the females is a quick insertion of the male cock and then an extended, loving session with their female lover.
+Merry and Pippin learned all this, not from direct talk from Opheluk, but offhandedly from the things she would say in passing to them and then the conversations they overheard between Opheluk and Grishnakh or between Opheluk and her lover, Adeluk, Grishnakh's lower consort. Opheluk's sleeping quarters was next door to Merry and Pippin's hovel and they were actually able to watch as Grishnakh raped the two female orcs.
+Although the thought of watching the gray mass of putrid flesh engaged in a panting, farting, moaning, oozing, sticky, stinking act of sex was abhorrent to the two hobbits, they forced themselves in an effort to learn more about the orcs. Who knows? They might learn of some new way of killing the foul beasts.
+When the rape took place, the two hobbits were nearly asleep when suddenly they heard a great commotion and rushed to the wall, where peeking through the thicket of leaves and branches they could see the Opheluk cowering beneath Grishnakh's upturned fist, while another female, which the hobbits assumed to be Adeluk, was already on her back opening her legs. Pippin stared closely between her legs, seeing the gray folds of furry outer lips open up to a milky white set of inner lips.
+Opheluk quickly crawled above Adeluk and straddled her, leaning her ass back toward Grishnakh. Her lips were open and glistening as some of her white juices were already dripping onto the female below her. Suddenly Grishnakh's upper cock uncoiled and snaked its way into the folds, spreading them wide with its girth.
+Only then did the two hobbits notice that Grishnakh had no lower cock! Instead, he reached his long arm down between his legs and then making a fist, shoved his hand into the willing Adeluk's willing cunt. Once both females were penetrated, the hobbits could see their gray lips open further and the white, slug-like clits slowly emerged and then began entwining with each other.
+The females immediately began moaning and thrusting their hips against each other as they all but ignored Grishnakh's spastic movements. He would kink his back as his pimpled cock slipped out of Opheluk and then he would quickly buck forward, fiercely shoving it back into her. It looked painful to the hobbits, but Opheluk didn't seem to notice, she only responded to Adeluk.
+When Grishnakh finally came, he quickly withdrew his cock, milked out a few drops of his black, gooey cum, farted loudly and then left the room. The females remained together locked in an embrace while their clits rolled and snaked around each other in an orgasmic feast as their white juices flowed freely from their openings. When they finally finished it looked as if a gallon of milk had been spilled on the floor.
+The two hobbits managed to keep from getting sick as the women turned around and gently licked each other's openings clean before climbing into bed together and drifting to sleep. While nauseated by this union, the two hobbits continued observing the sex during the time they were with the orcs.
+Later, during an interrogation, Pippin said something about Grishnakh missing lower cock, a comment that sent the orc into a rage. He dragged the two hobbits out of their hovel but as he raised his sword to smite both of them, his hand was pierced by an arrow. Before he could recover, one of the Riders of Rohan ran a spear through his heart and in the confusion, Merry and Pippen escaped. Grishnakh never knew anything of the power of the ring, he never knew Merry and Pippen's connection to it, he merely flew into a rage when one of the hobbits spoke of his humiliation.
+It was only later, after the Great War ended, that the hobbits worked up the fortitude to describe their sexual observations to the elven biologists. Though still haunted by the nightmares of the sex they observed, Merry and Pippin were able to capitalize on their knowledge. With the orc male population nearly completely wiped out in the war and the poor females unable to expose their clits without an orc cock penetrating them, their sex lives disappeared.
+It was only when Merry and Pippin began carving and selling their line of orc cock wooden dildos that the female orcs could gain their sexual independence. The female orcs loved the dildos and while a few got some splinters, they agreed that the splinters weren't half as bad as the real orc cocks.
+Ever the entrepreneurs, Merry and Pippin are now trying to peek in on some goblin and troll sex. As Pippin says, ""It's all so disgusting, but hell, if you can make some money, why not?"""
+175,Lord of the Rings: Legolas,My Erotic Tail,Chain Stories,2004-04-26,2004-04-26,2022-01-08 03:51:43,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/lord-of-the-rings-legolas,Legolas & the Ring of Passion.,"['Fair Maiden', 'Giant Man', 'Gold Band', 'Head Ears', 'Jerry Falwell', 'Legolas', 'Long Love', 'Lord Rings', 'Red Stone', 'Round Window']",3.58,"_DISCLAIMER:_
+The story is al fictional parody - it's not true, nor is it approved of by the celebrities named in the stories. Authors write these fictitious stories about famous people for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because they can. The Supreme Court of the United States, the country where this site is located, has ruled that parodies involving famous people are perfectly and totally legal under the United States Constitution. The specific case law on this was decided in the case of ""Hustler Magazine, Inc. et al. v. Jerry Falwell"" in 1988. No harm is intended toward the celebrities featured in these stories, but they are public figures and in being so, they must accept that they are fair target for parodies by the public. We believe in the first amendment, and more broadly, in the basic principle of free speech and this section may push the boundaries of that principle, but the United States Supreme Court has approved of this type of material. We believe that the Supreme Court was correct in their decision.
+ **Lord of the Rings: Legolas and the Ring of Passion**
+The sounding surf was deafening that graced the beaches of Triten Bay. Waves crashed at the water's break and white swells rolled. The wind whispered as it passed in constant sandy gusts.
+Lying on the sand, face turned slightly from the water's splash, Legolas swayed in the ocean's edge. Unconscious, he floated to a halt on the morning sun's beach. Slight surges from the sea's surf pressed him to land a bit more.
+Lying lifeless on the sand with his Bow tightly fisted in his grasp. His breathing shallow and movement none. Soaked from the sea his clothes clung to him. His quiver still attached and half full of long feathered arrows.
+The sound of four feet on wet sand came near. Legolas raised his head ankle high and let out a powerful sigh. The gracious beauty of a leg, with a thin chain of silver and a little red stone, churned his desire in a moment's glance. The sweet foot's big toe had a gold band around it. His body went limp, passing out again. His eyes closed to the sight of four bare feet nearby.
+......................
+His eyes opened to the sun's blinding light through a round window. Turning his head to shield his sight he saw a beautiful Maiden at his side, knitting. Her head darted in surprise as Legolas arose. She jumped to her feet and ran to the door, shouting in a language not known to this elfin.
+Legolas stirred but his body was too weak. Sitting up proper was such a strain. He settled for upright when he felt he was not clothed. Pulling the covers to him tight, he glanced around for his belongings. The room was of living but strange things were throughout. Odd shaped glass and chairs of twining branch and vine. Doors and round windows and arches throughout the structured room. A plush cushion bed which he lay upon with a thick cover quilt and pillows full of feathers.
+The maiden returned quickly with a man of red hair. Giant in size and wearing green, yet his words seemed gentle as a lamb, ""Org oh zine?""
+""I'm sorry I do not understand,"" Legolas struggled to say. His throat was parched and the sea salt taste was still strong.
+""Bine yu fot un,"" The giant man with red hair and green clothes spat.
+Legolas gripped his throat and pointed at it. The beautiful blonde haired maiden quickly poured a mug of liquid and handed it to Legolas. She then settled behind the giant again, peering out from behind him with silken skin and softening eyes.
+Legolas smiled at her pretty facial charm and drank from the goblet's rim. His eyes squinted from the sun's shining beam. The sun's rays were burst through the round window as if the design were intent. The spotlight aimed to cover only the bed. Peering was the giant of hair that was auburn-red.
+His hands on his hips and speaking in a foreign tongue seem so distant from the glances Legolas made at the fair maiden he was drawn to. A slight smile to her he gave. The giant man began to rant and rave. ""Peen don fi ni,"" He yelled.
+""I am Legolas, my father was Thanduil, of the Sindarin Elves of the woodland realm. My friends and I are on a quest with the Hobbit who keeps the ring."" Legolas managed his words and drank again. His eyes like magnets drawn to the maiden's beauty.
+""Hon di quin,"" the giant man shouted as he turned to leave. The round door shut and the maiden just stood. Her eyes were of big pearls with soft blue spots. Waves in her hair that twisted and curled. Only heightened by her upward smile on rosy red lips. Her fingers were adorned with many rings shiny. As was her earrings of large ovals made of silver and gold. Her standing was long but her looks were longer.
+Legolas placed his goblet down next to the bed. Turning his head he slighted a smile to the maiden of beauty. She returned the glow in her facial expression. Finally she sat back in her chair of intertwined vines and went back to her knitting. She began a humming delight that took Legolas's fancy. Her eyes darted his way with short comforting smiles.
+""My mother used to sing when I was but a nymph in size,"" Legolas prized. His smile grew as her tune relaxed the muscles and tension that the situation demised. She hummed with such charm that Legolas settled deeper in his bedding's plain.
+His thoughts began racing as the body settled. ""What of Gimli and Aragorn?"" He questioned quietly. ""We have survived and fought in the battle of Hornburg. After the War of the Ring, we journeyed, Gimli and I to visit the Glittering Caves and Fangorn Forest. In the Year 120 FO, after the death of Aragorn, I sailed over the sea, taking Gimli the dwarf with me.""
+""We have fought in the Battle of the Pelennor Fields; while in Gondor. The battle of all battles we fought the War of the Ring."" Legolas turned to the maiden with clinched fist and gritting teeth. Intensely recalling his endeavors.
+The Maiden rose and stepped yet slightly floating to his bed side and reaching out she took his fist and gently wrapped her long soft fingers around his hand. Legolas's worries melted like ice in the sun. His soul seemed recharged with love and joy. Her tender touch electrified and grew warm. Her eyes closed as she hummed one long tone.
+Legolas drifted into another realm of mental plains. The clouds seem to uphold him while gently holding his hand was the maiden. He interlaced his fingers in hers as he pulled her close to his lips. Her finger from her other hand laid softly upon them. He kissed it just the same but with a slight confused and puzzled look.
+Her finger pointed in front of them as he looked below the cloudy floor. There in a field was Gimli, chasing the youth of a village in playful jests. Legolas smiled at the vision.
+""Your friend is well and intriguing,"" the sound filled Legolas's head but not his ears for the sound was telepathic. The maiden's lips never moved only smiled enchantingly. Gripping each others hands lightly and sensually. Binding together and nearing each other.
+The maiden leaned slowly, her eyes remaining open, and kissed Legolas upon the lips lightly. He returned her motion and kissed her back with passion and haste. Tightly, their hand's and finger's grasp became stronger. The curly hair maiden pulled back slightly from his lips and looked down through the swirling clouds. Legolas looked down then back at the Maiden that now had closed her eyes and was chanting.
+The color went from green of a brightly grassed meadow to a swirling blue of light and dark. White streaks swirled in as if clouds circled the color until the focus became clearer of an ocean swell of a raging sea. The large boulder darted before Legolas in the thick fog. The sound of crushing hull and splintered wood. Then bodies scattered throughout the sea bobbing, floating, and cries of distressed men.
+The boat quickly submerged and people swam to the nearest floating device. Legolas saw himself holding fast to a small drifting plank. Then the beach with the surf pounding him before pushing him gently to shore. The ankle seem so close that had a silver chain and a red stone. There was before him the toe with gold band. The tightening of her hand made him glance into her eyes. She gave a slight smile then her jest to look down again as she closed her eyes tight.
+Legolas looked down at the Maiden's ankle and saw the chain dangling on her with a flash of reflection from the red stone. The Maiden opened her eyes and smiled at the elf. His heart became enflamed with her glance of seduction which came just before her lips enveloped his.
+Their hands separated as they pulled to each other and embraced. Legolas felt a change as he looked and saw the puffy quilt over him and the Maiden in the bed with no sun beaming down. Her bare leg ran along his as her smile grew and the warmth from her body was comforting. The feel of metal made him curiously raise the covers. His stiffened muscle was bound by a ring. The gold band was around his muscle of love and his brow wrinkled from not understanding.
+""'Tis the custom of my people to wear a ring of love if love is what you wish."" Her mouth never moved but his understanding was coherent. Her words were absorbed like a sponge does the water. His grin was for the thought of a fancy that was tickled. He wrapped his arms around the fair Maiden and snuggled deeply in the plush quilt. Embedding himself in her fully and the ring on his base brought him delight as it grew tight.
+His lips to hers as they pressed ever so lightly. Gracing the other with tongue and flesh as their bodies meshed. The ring of his cock pleasured him physically, but the maiden's beauty was his eyes most delight. The waves of passion came as a quickening. His warmness was felt as she smiled and she cooed. His body did quiver as her legs wrapped him tight, while ecstasy took flight. Their bond was then grown as she did moan too.
+His strength was all gone as he lay still as wood. Her fingers did glide along his back of muscles and bone. Her eyes become wide with wonder as Legolas's did close. Slumber took him quick for he was still weak. But the ring that he wore was forged in his cock's flesh. The deeper he fell into dreams, the tighter it got. Metal that expands and shrinks to his size. Permanently binding him to her forever more.
+....................................
+The door crashed open as Gimili rushed in. His face friendly and chuckling as he grinned. There he stood with his barrel chested laugh, tossing Legolas his clothes and encouraging him to rise.
+""Hark there me old elfin friend. Up and arise we a dawn a new day and must ride like the wind."" His hands on his hips as the golden haired Maiden shyly stirred from the thick bedding. ""Aw, a busy elfin you been my Archery friend.""
+""Huh?"" Legolas mumbled from his deep sleep he did awake. The covers moved from his sitting upright. As Legolas wiped his eyes and stretched his arms wide, the Maiden sank deep into the cover's warmth. ""Give me a moment you old scruffy bear,"" Legolas barked.
+""Ok ok, you romantic heart. I'll be outside with the mare, the closest I'll be to a Maiden. But the horse does have long flowing hair."" Gimili smirked as he went out the door of round.
+Legolas rose from the plush oval bed. His bareness he covered while searching for his Bow. Quickly he dressed and fumbled around. As his pants were going up he did look down and seen the ring of gold embedded in his flesh around his muscle of love that was limp and hung low. A smile grew as her words entered his head, not his ears.
+""That will be with you as long as your love is for me."" The Maiden's words were sweet and dear. His mind thought of joy and she sensed he was happy with his Ring of Passion.
+""I shall return for you, my sweet. The quest we are on may be a bit long. But my love for you, though short, is so strong."" His thoughts said his words as his lips never moved, save for the kiss he left on the Maiden's red lips.
+ _EDITED:(Thank you LadyShianne)_"
+176,Lord of the Rings: Mrs. Maggot,Kaishaku,Chain Stories,2011-03-11,2011-03-11,2022-01-08 03:51:44,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/lord-of-the-rings-mrs-maggot,Mrs. Maggot patiently awaits the return of her husband.,[''],4.0,"_DISCLAIMER:_
+The story is a fictional parody - it's not true, nor is it approved of by the celebrities named in the stories. Authors write these fictitious stories about famous people for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because they can. The Supreme Court of the United States, the country where this site is located, has ruled that parodies involving famous people are perfectly and totally legal under the United States Constitution. The specific case law on this was decided in the case of ""Hustler Magazine, Inc. et al. v. Jerry Falwell"" in 1988. No harm is intended toward the celebrities featured in these stories, but they are public figures and in being so, they must accept that they are fair target for parodies by the public. We believe in the first amendment, and more broadly, in the basic principle of free speech and this section may push the boundaries of that principle, but the United States Supreme Court has approved of this type of material. We believe that the Supreme Court was correct in their decision.
+Mrs. Maggot loved her husband and immediately knew the dangers he faced when he agreed to help the hobbits. Even though she remembered the day when her husband ran young Frodo Baggins from their farm for stealing mushrooms, she welcomed Frodo when he appeared at her door on September 25th, 3018. She even cooked him a fine dish of mushrooms and bacon before leaving him and her husband to plan their trip to Bucklebury Ferry.
+While Frodo and Farmer Maggot talked of their journey she worked in the kitchen so when Frodo was joined with his other hobbit friends he had a basket of fine mushrooms to take on his journey. She then pulled her husband aside and said, ""Ye, be right careful on your journey. Ye know the dangers ahead, but keep you safe and when you return I've have a fine treat."" She then gave him a long kiss, her tongue toying with his as her hand strayed up his thigh just to remind him of where her thoughts were.
+Farmer Maggot had to quickly adjust himself before leaving with the hobbits. Mrs. Maggot smiled as she watched her man's thick set body open the gate and then turn to wave goodbye. His big round face showed her a hearty smile and she knew he wouldn't dally.
+Quickly calculating the trip to Bucklebury Ferry she walked next door and made arrangements to drop her children off for a morning visit on the 28th and then returned to her home. She had a few days still but couldn't help but think of what she'd surprise her husband with. By the time she had her children in bed she had herself so worked up that she immediately retired to the bedroom.
+After undressing herself and quickly bathing, she climbed into her bed, completely naked. While planning her surprise she slowly ran her palms in circles over her nipples, feeling them harden with the stimulation. She continued pinching and toying with them, trying to keep from reaching down and touching her pussy for as long as possible. She wanted to draw out the pleasure for as long as possible but after only a minute or two of toying with the breasts and nipples she plunged her hands between her legs.
+Slipping her fingers into her slit she felt the wetness cover them. While she worked several fingers in and out of her pussy, imagining her husband's cock sliding in and out of her, she moved one hand upward until the fingers found her clit. Yes, she finalized her plans for her husband's return right between her two orgasms that night. She then drifted to sleep, wondering if he was thinking of her.
+Mrs. Maggot kept herself busy cleaning the house and cooking up some special treats over the next couple of days. Whenever the time seemed to drag, she simply got busy. It didn't seem too long before she was bustling her children over to her neighbors and she returned to her home to prepare for Farmer Maggot.
+She immediately removed all her clothes and then cleared off the kitchen table. Then she went into the living room and placed some pillows on the floor and then finally went into the bedroom and pulled back the bedspread. Yes, now she was ready.
+Returning to the kitchen, she settled into a chair by the window where she could watch for him to arrive. In a little more than an hour she spotted him walking down the road. She had to smile at the obvious spring in his step... she knew he was looking forward to this as much as she was. Glancing back out the window one final time to make sure he was alone, she walked over to the kitchen table.
+She sat on the sturdy table and then leaned back, scooting herself so she could spread her legs while resting her feet on the table's edge. When she heard him turn the door knob, she lifted her head and watched as he stepped into the kitchen and looked at her, legs spread, her pussy open and ready for him. The astonished and then turned on look on his face was a wonderful reward
+Without a word he closed the door, grabbed a chair and sat down between her legs. ""I've missed ye so,"" he whispered quickly before leaning his head forward and pushing his tongue in between her lips.
+""I've missed ye too,"" she replied. ""Are you hungry?""
+""Mmmm, mmmm,"" he mumbled, his lips pressed tight to hers, his tongue exploring her wet opening. He pulled his head back and moaned, ""Oh, ye taste so good my love.""
+She smiled, feeling his tongue slip back into her as she replied, ""I'm so glad ye like it.""
+He continued sliding his tongue in and out of her for a few moments and then worked his way upward while working several fingers into her pussy. They slid easily into the wet softness. His tongue found her clit and began circling over it.
+Mrs. Maggot reached down and grabbed her heels with her hands, pulling her legs as wide open as she could, letting him dine on her pussy. It wasn't long before she felt the pleasure building and then suddenly, she came, the sensations rolling over her in waves. Her pussy pulsated, squeezing his fingers.
+She felt him pause a moment as she came. Yes, he knew how sensitive she got right after coming. But, as if he could read her mind, as the pulsations inside her waned, his tongue started moving again. Once again the pleasure built inside her until she could take it no more. She moaned loudly and came again.
+When she had recovered she glanced down at his face. It glistened in her juices. She also noticed he had already pulled off his shirt and was working on his pants. Once his pants hit the floor, she reached out, took a firm hold of his cock and led him into the living room. Sitting down on the pillows, she pulled him to her and while he stood, she opened her mouth and slipped it over his rock hard cock.
+Immediately tasting the pre-cum, she swallowed and then reached up and massaged his balls. Her head began bobbing back and forth over his cock as she sucked as hard as she could. His moaning inspired her as she used one hand to stroke his shaft, one hand to continue massaging his balls while her mouth and tongue worked on the head of his cock.
+It wasn't long before he moaned and thrust his cock forward. She moved both hands to hold his cock while she prepared herself. Backing her head away slightly, she sucked once more and then felt his cock expand. Closing her eyes, she felt the hot cum spurt into her mouth in splash after splash. Fighting not to choke, she swallowed the thick liquid and then eased her mouth off of him. Moving her hand she milked the last few droplets of cum from his and then licked his cock clean.
+Mrs. Maggot then stood up, took her husband's hand and led him to the bathroom. Grabbing her towels and rosewater she gently bathed him, carefully kissing him dry with each pass of the towel. When she had cleaned and kissed every inch of his body she led him to the bed.
+Now, without the rush of desire, she took her time, kissing and licking her husband from his feet up to his face. She then descended to his nipples where she sucked and teased the firm little nubs until she saw his cock begin to rise again. Kissing down his stomach, she slid over his pubic hair and found his cock. Her tongue bathed it until it was completely firm.
+Smiling, she backed away from him for a moment to look over his broad, glistening clean body with his fine erection standing at attention. She crawled back to him, threw one leg over him, grabbed his erection and guided it into her as she lowered herself onto him. Slowly, she slipped down, feeling him fill her in the way she so loved.
+Mrs. Maggot then moved back up, just as slowly as she descended, feeling every inch of him as he slipped from her. Then she moved back down and then up again. Wanting this feeling to last forever, she moved slowly, stopping at times when they got too worked up. It was slow motion love as each sensation stretched and the pleasure so gently embraced them.
+It was nearly nighttime when Mrs. Maggot finally increased her pace, squeezing her muscles over her husband's cock as she moved. He groaned each time she did it, a sound that turned her on. They build on each other's pleasure, each moan, each sigh inspiring the other. The moved faster and faster until they came together, desperately grasping their bodies, squeezing as tightly together as they physically could.
+Mrs. Maggot collapsed onto her husband, her breasts flattening between them as they both gasped for breath. She could hear him moan, ""So good, so good. I love ye.""
+""I love ye too Farmer Maggot,"" she sighed, smiling. He was home safe, sound and thoroughly loved."
+177,Lord of the Rings: Samwise Gamgee,Joseki Ko,Chain Stories,2004-04-09,2004-04-09,2022-01-08 03:51:46,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/lord-of-the-rings-samwise-gamgee,Hobbit finds great food & great wife.,"['Famous People', 'Good Food', 'Good Woman', 'Ice Room', 'Jerry Falwell', 'Pork Chop', 'Separated Legs', 'Supreme Court', 'United States', 'Upper Torso']",4.29,"_DISCLAIMER:_
+The story is a fictional parody - it's not true, nor is it approved of by the celebrities named in the stories. Authors write these fictitious stories about famous people for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because they can. The Supreme Court of the United States, the country where this site is located, has ruled that parodies involving famous people are perfectly and totally legal under the United States Constitution. The specific case law on this was decided in the case of ""Hustler Magazine, Inc. et al. v. Jerry Falwell"" in 1988. No harm is intended toward the celebrities featured in these stories, but they are public figures and in being so, they must accept that they are fair target for parodies by the public. We believe in the first amendment, and more broadly, in the basic principle of free speech and this section may push the boundaries of that principle, but the United States Supreme Court has approved of this type of material. We believe that the Supreme Court was correct in their decision.
+   I met my wife almost twenty years ago and my life has greatly improved since that day. She is an angel of mercy and I don't know what I'd do without her. Let me tell you about the first few days of our relationship. I met her at the Bread and Trencher. The Bread and Trencher is a small bar just inside the Shire. I'd gone there with my mates and we were having a grand time when I first laid eyes on her.
+I first caught a glimpse of her across the room. She was waiting tables and such a comely lass I'd never seen, blonde piggy tails flapping in the breeze, a plateful of food in one hand and 2 Pints of good stout in the other. She was gorgeous and not just because she was carrying food. Okay, okay it helped a lot.
+After she had set down the food and collected her fare I called her over. I ordered two plates of food and two pints of good ale. She looked me over, a question in here eyes, for I sat by myself,
+""Are ye expecting company m'lord."" She asked
+""Well, my good woman I was hoping I could interest you in a bite of dinner and later perhaps a bite of you."" I said looking hopeful.
+""Well m'lord, if you want me you'll have to feed me better than the swill they serve here,"" she laughed.
+""Well then lass what time do you get off?"" I asked.
+""I usually get off shortly after midnight milord. But I'll be done working in about an hour,"" she quipped. And turning away she disappeared into the crowd.
+Well I didn't have anything going on that couldn't wait. So I sidled up to the bar and ordered a pint while I waited. It was a good pint so I had another. After all a hobbit can't stint himself on the finer things in life.
+Sure enough an hour or so later I saw my sweet lass exiting through the side door. I quickly finished my pint. A terrible thing to do to a good pint and chased after her through the door. She hadn't gone to far, seemed she was walking kind of slow.
+""Miss, oh miss."" I called out.
+She turned with that impish smile upon her face.
+""I thought I'd lost you there,"" I stammered as I caught her. I was somewhat out of breath.
+""Nay good sir I would not want to have lost you at all,"" she said with a straight face.
+""Would you do me the honor of eating the finest dinner available in the Shire m'lady?"" I spoke gallantly even managing to work in a bow on the m'lady part.
+She gave me a cheeky grin and cocked her head a little said, ""I would love to m'lord I need to build up my strength for tonight.""
+""Tonight?"" I wasn't sure what she meant.
+""Why yes m'lord, when you bite me I want to have the strength to bite back."" And with that she turned and began walking along.
+I quickly joined her as she led me to Cherry Blossom Farms. Quite possibly the best restaurant in the Shire, believe me that takes some doing. It had been awhile since I'd been here and I thought we'd have trouble getting in, but she'd sent a lad to make reservations for us. We were seated quickly and the waiter listed off the specials. Neither one of us wanted a menu. If the chef's specials are not the best meal in the house it's time to get a new chef.
+She had a pears, grapes, Shire burnt walnuts, bleu cheese, Mesclun, and citrus vinaigrette salad for openers. This was followed by Pan-Seared Sea Scallops- mango-cucumber salsa and hot & sweet raspberry puree for an appetizer. Muscovy Duck Breast Pan Seared with dried cherry-marinade and potato gratine for a main course.. I had the soup and Mussels Greenlips in a white wine broth with tomato and shallots for an appetizer. For dinner I had Sunflower crusted salmon and pineapple-crystallized ginger salsa with couscous. We both finished off with warm cranberry and walnut tart desserts.
+It was quite an enjoyable meal and she was good company as well. She really knew how to sit up and eat. We sampled each others dishes of course. You really have to taste everything they make at the Farms. It's a great experience.
+As we left the Farms, she said she'd like to stop at the market and pick up a few things. I agreed and before long we'd picked up enough supplies to make us both stagger. Her place was closer, so we rented a cart and packed the supplies over and started setting up for a great evening of sex.
+First, I plucked the chickens while she skewered the small pig. It took both of us to put a haunch of beef on the spit behind the pig. We set those up to turn on the rotisserie. Waterfall rotisseries are a wonderful thing if you can afford them. It also helps to place your house by a spring or creek. I wish I had one. She washed the vegetables and put them on to cook while I prepared a salad. We agreed on a soup and I started that while she did something exotic for dessert. Now I know this sounds crude, I mean I know a really good sexual experience can take as long as a week to prepare the food. But we'd only met that afternoon.
+As we finished getting everything into cooking pots or in the ice room, we began to look more and more at each other. She was a cute thing even if she wasn't carrying food. She stood about three feet five inches tall and like any good woman, that hourglass figure of hers was built for comfort not for speed. She had an ample bosom and blonde hair in plaited piggy-tails down to her waist, and the cutest hairy feet. Where as I'm a little taller with short curly thick, brown hair and brown worn hands from garden work.
+We both stripped and took turns in her shower. She went first, so I was done last. When I came out of the shower I'd found that she decided to start our little evening together. She'd laid down on a freshly washed mat and had strewn some of the salad around her. The lettuce covered all her feminine spots and I was surprised not to see any tomatoes. I know we'd bought some. I picked out the vinaigrette dressing and liberally doused her in it. I heard her moan in pleasure as the acidic liquid nestled down between her legs.
+I began by eating the salad on her upper torso. I was careful not to use my hands but merely my teeth and tongue as I separated my beauty from her green finery. The croutons added a nice touch as well. I kind of laughed as I discovered that under the green leaves her breasts were covered with sliced radishes and mushrooms. I made sure to lick every part of her clean. When I finished her upper torso, I began to descend below her waist, eating all I found there. As I pulled the lettuce away from her I discovered that she had packed those small tomatoes all around her flower. I tongued out the tomatoes and then went to work on her as well. I gently tongued her clean. Using my tongue to probe as far into her as far as I could. The salad dressing had really gotten into her. I could tell by the small moans and squirming that she was enjoying it.
+When I had cleaned her up, it was my turn. I laid down and started draping salad over my anatomy. I hid a few olives, and I looked forward to her finding them. She was a nibbler. She nibbled away the salad on my legs first, and it's wonderful to have small fine teeth eating away the food upon you. They sensation they leave as the gently caress your skin is incredible. She cleaned my entire body before she started to work the area between my legs. I'd hidden the olives under my manhood and she was quite delighted to find them. She took my whole member in her mouth as she tongued out the olives.
+By then the soup had cooked. I pulled the clam chowder from the fire and searched for a ladle. Soup is tricky stuff, most lovers just spoon feed it to each other. But I like to ladle it on and lick it off. It adds to the overall taste of the skin. Doing this can be tricky though. The soup cool enough not to burn, but it has to be hot enough to still taste good. Plus if you use to much it can spill off your partner on to the mat. And that's just a good waste of food. I ladled it onto myself first. That way it could cool a little more before it was her turn. She took great delight in finding every last drop of soup. I'm pretty sure this is a trick none of her other lovers had tried. When she had finished me and laid back, I ladled the soup over her and began to slurp it up. Now in polite company slurping is bad but l, during sex there's no better way to do it.(Gives me a hard-on just to think about it again) It didn't take long before she had an orgasm. When she started to really quiver I separated her legs and slurped between her thighs. I always love it when they scream. I went back for seconds on the soup.
+The main entrée turned out to be extremely good. I sliced the chicken up in long fingers, while she sorted out the vegetables. It took both of us to remove the pig and the beef from the rotisserie. We cut out a couple of steaks from both the pig and the beef and cubed the rest. I laid her back and gave her several chicken fingers. I turned around to grab a pork chop and when I turned back the chicken was gone. As I leaned over her I caught a whiff of what was between her thighs, I grinned as I ascertained the status of the chicken.. I put my hand on her belly and I could feel her quiver as she savored the chicken. I rubbed the pork chop all over her body from head to toe, impregnating her skin with it's juices. When I was done I tossed the pig back onto the counter I set the bowls of vegetables around her. I turned away for a minute to allow her to do as she wished with the vegetables. When I turned back I was holding two fists of cubed meat. One pork and the other beef. I trailed my hands up her leaving cubes amidst the delicately settled vegetables. When I had run out of meat I thrust my hands to her mouth and she licked the juices from them. She moaned in pleasure as I did this. The meat was seasoned extremely well.
+I began to eat in earnest as I removed the food from her body. The watercress at her throat was tasty and well cooked. The corn and peas scattered around her breasts were heavy with butter and very scrumptious, I really had to work to get the butter off of her breasts. A couple of parsnips at her belly were okay, but I've never truly enjoyed parsnips.
+As I got to the area between her thighs I was able to savor the delicate stuffing she'd made. It was even better for having soaked up some of her juices. I'd been eating the pork and beef cubes as I trailed my way down to her thighs. But as I finished off the stuffing and began to lick her clean I she separated her legs and I was finally able to access the chicken. There was just enough left sticking out so that I could jut barely lip it. Now removing cooked food from a woman is an art form. If I applied to much pressure on the food it could break off and leave pieces in her. Sometimes you can't reach those with either your tongue or a finger. Such a waste of good food to go and have a doctor remove it.
+She had a very high opinion of my tongue by now. I could tell for I'd never seen food buried so deeply in a woman. I took my time and got it out of here millimeter by millimeter. She quivered each time I pressed my mouth to her and sucked. She was a very good girl though and didn't cum. If she had her muscles would have clenched the chicken and I never would have gotten it out. When I had gotten all the food off of her I licked her again from head to toe. There is truly nothing like the taste of a woman who has just worn an excellent meal.
+I then laid back and taking all the food began to lay it about me. She was very enthusiastic as she began to nibble. She started at my feet where I'd left the parsnips. She worked her way up my legs cleaning out the vegetables. I was holding four pieces of chicken between my thighs. All in a row and all standing up as straight as my hobbithood. She deep throated every one before she ate it.
+I had lots of beef cubes stacked around my little buddy but she skipped those and went on to the stuffing on my belly and the pork strewn about my chest. When she had cleaned the rest of me, was her tongue talented, she went back to my hobbithood. All I can truly saw is that it was incredible. I'd never met anyone who could deep throat so well. She would deep throat me and I know my member was in her throat when she delicately picked up a cube of beef from the pile at he base of my little buddy, and then rubed it sensuously up and across the head of my hobbitness before chewing and swallowing. By the time she was done I could hardly see straight.
+I could wait no longer as she finished tasting me, I threw her to the mat and went and grabbed desert out of the ice room. She had sculpted little tulips from chocolate. They had a cherry filled cupcake at the bottom and were filled with custard, and topped with strawberries.
+I came running back and setting them next to us on the floor I knelt between her legs. I really could wait no longer and entered her. The juices we'd built up between us during the way allowed me to slide in and out easily. I set her tulip between her breasts and as I moved in and out of her I would bite a piece of the tulip of in my mouth and as I rocked up to her mouth I would feed it to her. She loved it as much as I did.
+When I had fed her the last bite of hers I took mine and fingered out a glob of custard and strawberries with my left hand. I took my right hand and thrust mine into my mouth and my left hand simultaneously forced the custard and strawberries into her mouth. As we both tasted this chocolate we came together. It had to be the best orgasm of my life. I know women can cum for 30 seconds or so. But I never thought I could do it. After the first 15 seconds I was afraid it would stop, after the second 15 I was afraid it wouldn't! As we finished off the food in our mouths I fell heavily upon her and giving a kiss to both breasts and her mouth I rolled off of her. As we lay there panting I knew this had been the best experience of my life.
+As I lay there I knew I had to ask his beautiful lady a question.
+""Excuse me my lady, might I ask you a personal question?"" I wheezed out between gasps.
+She turned her head to look at me , ""If you must,"" she giggled
+""What is your name?"" I asked desperately.
+As we both started laughing, she told me her name was Rose Cotton and I told her I was Samwise Gamgee. We cuddled up right there on the mat, she smelled of such good food. I don't think I have ever slept better in my life.
+As I mentioned earlier I eventually managed to make her my wife. And together we cook so well that we have had twelve children. What can I say. It's good to be me!
+ _Author's note: I got a little wrapped up in this story. I'm a big guy and I love food myself. I tried to talk my wife into trying hobbit sex. She chased me twice around the house with a frying pan. I took that as a no. Well I did talk her into the chocolate, but that will be another story._"
+178,Lord of the Rings: Squint-eyed South,Middleagepoet,Chain Stories,2009-05-24,2009-05-24,2022-01-08 03:51:47,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/lord-of-the-rings-squint-eyed-south,The squint-eyed southerner talks of a night with a lady elf.,['Fantasy Adventure'],4.5,"_DISCLAIMER:_
+The story is a fictional parody - it's not true, nor is it approved of by the celebrities named in the stories. Authors write these fictitious stories about famous people for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because they can. The Supreme Court of the United States, the country where this site is located, has ruled that parodies involving famous people are perfectly and totally legal under the United States Constitution. The specific case law on this was decided in the case of ""Hustler Magazine, Inc. et al. v. Jerry Falwell"" in 1988. No harm is intended toward the celebrities featured in these stories, but they are public figures and in being so, they must accept that they are fair target for parodies by the public. We believe in the first amendment, and more broadly, in the basic principle of free speech and this section may push the boundaries of that principle, but the United States Supreme Court has approved of this type of material. We believe that the Supreme Court was correct in their decision.
+*
+""No, it ain't gonna happen, no matter what you give me to drink, you'll not learn my name, no, it's a secret only the Lord of the Nazgul can know. Yeah, I worked with Bill Ferney about the hobbits, yeah, those hobbits. I's the one who saw him disappear right in the middle of the bar. Youse go ahead, call me daft, but I tell ya is true. Mind you, the Lord of the Nazgul gave me a prize, a fine prize when I tol' him that hobbit disappeared.""
+""But stranger, I merely asked your name, the owner likes to know those I serve here.""
+""No, there's too many sharp knives, men and beast who'll 'em, sides I told you I worked with Bill Ferney,"" he said squinting his eye oddly at the barkeep.
+""Barl, can't you see, 'es the one, look at the eye, squinting like that. Ferney told us about one like that, from the south I think,"" whispered the lady wiping the glasses with the dirty rag.
+The barkeep slowly moved his gaze over to the stranger, stared at the squint eye and asked, ""Where you from?""
+""I been spending most my time in Hobbiton, on a mission of sorts, but 'fore that I came from the south.""
+The lady behind the bar grabbed the barkeep and pulled him to her, whispering in his ear, ""Aye, 'es the Squint-eyed Southerner Ferney talked of. You best treat 'im right, 'es an agent.""
+""Agent?""
+""Of Saruman. You don't need that kind of trouble, best let him drink and not worry of 'is name.""
+The barkeep nodded, ""Yeah, I think you're right."" Leaning back toward the squint-eyed man he filled his glass and said, ""This one's on the house, a friend of Bill Ferney is a friend of the Knife and Stone.""
+""Yeah, Bill Ferney, 'es a friend. Like I told you, we saw the hobbit disappear when that ring slipped on 'is finger. That Nazgul sure was pleased to hear our story, so pleased 'e,"" the squint-eyed man leaned forward and whispered to the barkeep, ""'e got us some females, not just ordinary ones. That Nazgul found a hobbit whore for Bill. Me, I wasn't about to settle for some fresh hobbit quim, no, I wanted elf I told 'im.""
+""But there's no elves round here, especially not a female, not unless she's guarded with an army.""
+""Well, that Nazgul Lord respected me, knew what I done was valuable. Two nights after Bill Ferney fucked that hobbit whore like a pig all night, well, the Nazgul brought me an elf lady. Now sure, she was drunk, but that was good 'cause she was willin'.
+""Anyway, I took her up to the room, a nice room there in the Prancing Pony, you know the rooms there?""
+The barkeep nodded, while filling up the man's glass.
+""Well, she was willin' but I wasn't about to let her see all of me right away, I mean being half-man and half-orc has it's advantages, but I wasn't sure my elf lady would appreciate them all at once.""
+""Half-orc?"" the barkeep asked curiously.
+""Yep, I'm one of Saruman's special ones. Real special cause I was the only pretty one, a man's face and body, but the cock of an orc.""
+""Is it really...""
+""Double?"" the squint-eye man finished the question. Smiling he answered, ""Aye, two heads in my pants keep the ladies happy, but they got to be prepared, 'specially an elf. I had to break it to her slowly she was about to be orc fucked.""
+Whispering the barkeep asked, ""How'd you break it to her slowly?""
+""Well, me face and tongue is human, all human, and well, lady elves are drawn to humans, especially our tongues. Thicker you see, our tongues are much thicker than elves, so their women dream of a human tongue in their elfin pussies. Anyway, I barely got in the room and my lady elf was naked on the bed.
+""Oh and she was a fine one, very thin with tiny breasts. I don't know why, but I just love the tiny breasts, and the nipples, oh so hard and firm. I pulled off everything but my underpants and crawled up between her legs. I reached both hands up and toyed with her nipples as my tongue ran up through the silken hair on her thighs.
+""So soft, her thighs as they brushed my face and my tongue found her elfin opening, pushing inside. Ah, sweet as honey she was, so fresh and pure, not like human women who are salty and sour, no this elf was so sweet. It seemed forever that my tongue fingled into her pussy, circling inside, drawing out her sweet nectar, but finally my pants began to stretch and I needed more.
+""I quickly moved my tongue up to her bitty nub and simply began licking her, letting my rough tongue run over that delicate knob. Within moments I heard what I thought was angels singing, but it was her coming. I paused a bit and then, working off my underpants, I moved up between her legs without letting her catch a glimpse of my orcine cock.
+""Slowly I let the lower one slip into her and moved it in and out a few times before I let my other cock move to her clit. Well she didn't notice right away, but in a moment she counted, one hand on left breast, one hand on right breast, one cock deep inside her... what was that other? Yes, my other cock was diddling that tiny clit.
+""Funny, she only pushed me away for a moment before grabbing me and pulling her back singing, 'Fuck me please fuck me.' She was coming once again so I quickly took advantage and worked my second cock into her tight pussy. She winced a bit but then lifted her tiny ass off the bed as I plunged deep into her. That was all I could handle and I simply let the pleasure rush through me.
+""Both my cocks came deep in her pussy and we stayed together until I'd softened enough for them to slip out. I guess the elfin thing to do was stay and hold her, but I came and was ready to leave, so I grabbed my clothes and left.""
+""You just left her?"" the barkeep asked.
+""Like I said, I came, then I left. Don't humans do that?""
+""I'd have stuck around for more.""
+""Must be the orc in me, once I degrade them with a double fuck they simply aren't pure enough to fool with again.""
+""You don't know what happened to her?""
+""Well, probably made history giving birth to the first part orc, part elf, part human. Now that's a female I might fuck twice.""
+Suddenly there was a scream from outside and then nothing but silence. A strange menacing dampness seemed to ooze from the doorway. The squint-eye half-man, half-orc grabbed his mug, swallowed the last of his bitters and then tossed a coin to the barkeep. He then walked out into the silent darkness."
+179,Lord of the Rings: Tom Bombadil,Decayed Angel,Chain Stories,2006-05-10,2006-05-10,2022-01-08 03:51:48,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/lord-of-the-rings-tom-bombadil,The Erotic Mystery of Tom Bombadil.,[''],4.59,"_The stories in the ""Celebrity"" section of Literotica are all fictional parodies - none are true, nor are they approved of by the celebrities named in the stories. Authors write these fictitious stories about famous people for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because they can. The Supreme Court of the United States, the country where this site is located, has ruled that parodies involving famous people are perfectly and totally legal under the United States Constitution. The specific case law on this was decided in the case of ""Hustler Magazine, Inc. et al. v. Jerry Falwell"" in 1988. No harm is intended toward the celebrities featured in these stories, but they are public figures and in being so, they must accept that they are fair target for parodies by the public. We believe in the first amendment, and more broadly, in the basic principle of free speech and this section may push the boundaries of that principle, but the United States Supreme Court has approved of this type of material. We believe that the Supreme Court was correct in their decision._
+* * * * *
+_""It's music she brings like wind in the trees   As love in days so short and dark nights long   And willows bend to her ripe harmonies   Our bodies entwine in desire so strong   As rhythm builds she wiggles on her knees   When pressed deep inside I feel I belong   My hands grasping hips in our ecstasies   In dance as perfect as her virgin song.""   Tom Bombadil   from Goldberry's Dance_      It was no secret in the forest why Goldberry was always so nice to everyone she met. In fact, anyone who knew her or knew of her would smile broadly when asked why she was always so happy. If anyone did ask, they'd always get the same answer: ""Why it's Tom, Tom Bombadil."" Typically the answer was followed by a sly snicker and perhaps some cheeks flushed in either embarrassment or excitement.
+The thing that remained a secret was: What on Middle Earth did Tom do to satisfy Goldberry so. He was never particularly good looking, had a bit of a paunch, a scraggly beard and pretty frumpy clothing. As far as his personality, it was difficult for many to tell because he always seemed to be singing. It was different and interesting for a bit, but after a while it simply got tedious.
+When other women cornered Goldberry in their discussion circles, they never cold get a straight answer from her. They would ask, ""What makes Tom such a good lover?"" she'd merely answer, ""He is.""
+""He is?"" they'd reply, ""What do you mean, 'He is.'?""
+Goldberry would smile shyly, her face flushing a bit and simply say, ""I don't know how to explain it except that way. He is.""
+Of course, the real question on at least some of the women's minds had nothing to do with how good a lover Tom was, but what did Goldberry do to keep Tom to herself. Goldberry was pretty and the great one knows she is friendly, but none of them could really picture Goldberry as some sex goddess.
+This was a mystery to almost all women, from the elvin finger maids, to the hobbit hookers, to human princesses, even to the dwarven cave sluts, all, at one time or another, had tried to seduce Tom. Oh, they'd get a rise out of him, wood firm as a tree, but he never made any advances to them and when they made the move, Tom would almost magically slip back into the forest leaving even the most experienced finger maids all hot and bothered.
+Finally, after long hours of discussion spanning a dozen taverns in at least four different towns an odd hodpodge group of elves, dwarfs, humans and hobbits pooled their spare ale money and traveled to the Shire. The group all convened at the office burrow of the cleric Eric, the hobbit chronicler of tales great and small.
+""You see grand cleric Eric, it's a grand mystery to us all. We all agree Tom's a good enough fellow, a bit strange, with some odd powers, but how is it he is so good,"" Brigan the dwarf asked. ""I mean I've come upon him in the forest while he was relieving himself and even allowing for a lot of growth in the hands of a lady, if you get what I mean, it was nothing notable, not in the slightest.""
+Twilly the twice titled finger maid of the Magnolias, ""And we need to know what keeps him from straying from Goldberry. Rohan knows I made ample use of my fingers trying to tickle into his trousers, but he took not of that.""
+""Good perverts all of you; do you truly understand what you ask of me? Have you not heard of their stealthy lovemaking?"" the cleric Eric asked.
+""We've heard they can blend into the trees, so they could be going at it just a few feet away from the most modest of persons and never be seen,"" Roxy the human barmaid whispered.
+""You don't see them, but you hear them. It's like a rustling of the leaves on the windiest of days and yet all is still, all but the two of them,"" Twilly added.
+""Okay, as long as you know how long this may take me. Truth be said, I think if I'm to see and watch them, it will not be without them knowing I'm there,"" the cleric Eric said, wiping his long nose with a handkerchief.
+""Then how'll it be?"" Howell, the hobbit blacksmith asked.
+""Ah, only if they want me to watch, that, I think, is the only way.""
+They all agreed on a fee and the group left the cleric Eric to ponder the possibilities, which he did long into the night. He imagined finding them in the trees, Tom slipping his log into Goldberry's dark hole and then both suddenly becoming leaves swaying back and forth. He imagined finding them in the flowers with Tom's rosy tongue dipping into her sweet nectar and then blossoming into a billion flowers.
+The cleric Eric imagined them as he slipped his hobbit hunk from his pants and stroked it up and down as he looked though his window at the leaves on his trees. He hanked at his huge hunk with both hands as he saw leaf breasts and branch cocks swirling in the wind. Feeling an intense pleasure rise from his balls just as he noticed the delicate folds of an iris on his window sill he shot his hot hobbit cum across the room, splattering it onto his wooden floor.
+Without cleaning up, the cleric Eric fell back into his chair, now able to fully concentrate on a plan. He dozed off and slept through the night, but when he awoke he immediately jumped up and began packing his day pack. In just a few minutes, he stepped through his door and headed up the road into the forest.
+It proved to be an amazingly simple plan, so simple in fact that even the cleric Eric was surprised. He merely walked up to Tom and Goldberry's door, boldly knocked with the tree root knocker Tom had carved and waited. Tom answered the door and after a brief introduction, he invited the cleric Eric into his home to discuss it all with Goldberry.
+""You see my good lady and virile Tom, I am a hobbit, a cleric hobbit, perverse as a hobbit can be. In my profession, I have heard tales of the absolute beauty, power and unabashed love you two create together. I, the cleric Eric, would like to chronicle your techniques and passions, so all of Middle Earth could learn.""
+""All of Middle Earth?"" Goldberry asked shyly.
+""My good lady, the land is repressed, ignorant in the ways of life loving like you share with virile Tom. Imagine if the lands could have loved like you and Tom, why the War of the Ring would never have happened, the Nazgul would have simply faded away, jerking each other off until they came over some cliff or something.""
+""I have seen sadly desperate lovers try to love and fail,"" Tom said, ""If we can somehow help them it would be good, sweet Berry. And hey, it might be fun being watched when someone can really see us.""
+Goldberry snuggled up close to Tom and replied, ""That might be fun."" Looking over to the cleric Eric she asked, ""And as you watch us what will you do.""
+""I'll be working on a written account of the activity, highlighted with some of my drawings and poems,"" he answered officiously.
+""Any thing else?"" she asked.
+""Well, I'll probably hank my hunk a time or two.""
+""Just a time or two?""
+""Okay, okay, I'll probably be hanking the entire time I am writing and drawing,"" the cleric Eric admitted, watching Goldberry gaze hungrily into Tom's eyes.
+""We'll do it,"" they both answered in unison.
+""Okay, wonderful, I'll just grab my pad, my sketch book and my handkerchief and we can get started.""
+""No, no, not here cleric Eric, we have the perfect place,"" Goldberry said, looking at Tom.
+""The Verdigris Fields?"" Tom asked, standing up and reaching for her hand. She nodded, taking his hand and leading him into the forest.
+The cleric Eric quickly grabbed his supplies and followed them down a narrow dirt pathway into the dark underbrush of the forest. Tom and Goldberry were already far ahead, but he had no problem following them since they left a trail of their clothing behind them as they walked. He continued walking as he passed a beautiful blouse, then a blue shirt, a flowery skirt and then Tom's slightly worn pants. Next came a bra, which the cleric Eric quickly sketched, including all the lacy detail.
+He continued walking past shoes, socks, Tom's underwear and finally, at the edge of a clearing were a pair of panties. The cleric Eric gently picked them up and fighting to remain calm, held them up to his nose and sniffed. The fragrance immediately stiffened his hunk, but he knew he needed to move on before they got started. Tucking the panties into his pocket for later inspection, he stepped into the clearing.
+Tom and Goldberry were reclining in the field waiting for him. He immediately found a secluded place to sit and settled in, preparing his pen, pad, sketchbook and handkerchief. Once ready he called out, ""Okay, you can start now.""
+Goldberry rolled onto her back and Tom moved beside her raised up on one elbow as he slowly ran his right hand over her ankle, up her calf and slowly onto her thigh. She leaned back, closing her eyes as Tom's hands gently passed over her soft skin. Goldberry's breasts, flattened into gently mounds, her nipples visibly growing as she enjoyed the sensations on her thigh.
+Oddly, some of the leaves on the vines on the ground around her began mimicking Tom's handwork, the leaves so gently stroking her from her ankles to her thighs. Opening her legs, Goldberry lifted her ass a bit, offering her delicately curved lips to Tom, but he teasingly slipped past and moved to her breasts. The vines and leaves eased ever so closer to her blossoming pussy, but following Tom's lead, they moved to her breasts.
+As Tom ran his tongue around and then sucked on her nipple, the leaves were swirling on her other one, in an almost liquid imitation. Goldberry continued to lift her hips, silently begging for a finger, or tongue or cock to come to her there, touch her, taste her, take her, but Tom moved slowly. He traced his finger down through the golden curls and finally, slid his finger along the gentle curve of her outer lips.
+Commotion arose nearby as hobbit cum splashed across a sketch the cleric Eric had just started. Cleaning his hunk with his handkerchief, he tore off the stained page and immediately sketched Tom's fingers as they dipped into her moist pussy. The hobbit had changed to his magnifying glasses, so he had a close up view as Tom's thumb slipped up behind her pink clit and his fingers, moist with her juices slid over the front of her clit.
+The leaves and vines, knowing the pussy was Tom's territory alone, continued to move over Goldberry's breasts and nipples, while also massaging her thighs. Whenever she lifted her hips pressing against Tom's fingers, the vines helped lift her, so she was almost floating under his touch.
+Tom then moved his mouth down through the triangle of golden curls and ran his tongue over her clit. Goldberry, feeling the pleasure intensify, gently reached and found Tom's cock. She began stroking, but almost immediately stopped as she felt the waves crash over her and she came. Tom must have pushed his fingers into her because as the walls of her cunt pulsed, she felt a bit of him filling her. As the pulsations calmed, she decided she needed him to fill her more, so she gently pulled on his cock guiding it between her legs.
+Following her lead, Tom kneeled between Goldberry's outstretched legs and leaned down upon her. As she guided his cock into her wet opening, Tom could feel the leaves and vines swirl around his balls. Secure knowing Goldberry controlled this swirling, much like he controlled the way the leaves had touched her, he accepted the sensation of the leaves as her fingertips. He moved slowly, savoring the sensation of her wet warmth accepting him, enveloping him, drawing him deeper into her softness. Now, completely oblivious to anything around him, Tom began the heavenly thrusting and withdrawal as he filled and unfilled his beautiful love.
+The cleric Eric quickly finished his sketch of Tom's cock, thrust to the hilt inside Goldberry, with the vines wrapped around his balls, then finished a paragraph describing the beautiful moaning that seemed to surround the clearing, all just in time for him to shoot another gob of hobbit cum into the grass in front of him. Happy he didn't stain any drawing this time.
+Suddenly, Tom began to sing:
+_""Take me now sweet Goldberry, feel my strength into the depths of you I thrust my length.""_
+Tom then arched his back, pressing deep into Goldberry as he came, flooding her with his hot, sticky cum. He paused, as his cock continued spurting her, splashing into her again and again. In a few moments he calmed, feeling his cock slowly shrink and then slip out of her. Realizing he came too quickly for her to come again, he immediately moved his mouth down onto her clit.
+The hobbit, watching Tom's cum ooze from Goldberry's pussy as he moved his mouth onto her, frantically sketched the view while hanking his hunk at the same time. The view was incredible, as the sketch portrayed Goldberry, dangling on the edge of orgasm as Tom, ran his tongue up from her pussy onto her clit and back again, cleaning up his cum as he went.
+Then, unbelievably an incredible tune seemed to caress all three of them, as Tom hummed his song, vibrating Goldberry's clit until she came again, her pussy walls once again squeezing on Tom's fingers. Her ass was lifted into the air by the vines and leaves and she floated though her orgasm nearly six inches off the ground.
+The cleric Eric, quickly finished his drawing then immediately tossed it aside as his cum shot in a gleaming arch that seemed to simply sparkle in the sunlight. He looked up to see both Tom and Goldberry watching him in the last throes of his orgasm.
+""Like a rainbow, a hobbit rainbow,"" Goldberry said. ""You see, you create a beauty too.""
+After about an hour or so, as the sun began to set, the two lovers and one hobbit began getting their things together and headed back to Tom's house. Strangely, Goldberry couldn't find her panties, so she slipped on her skirt and ignored the draft during the walk.
+The cleric Eric spent the night at Tom's house and after a hearty breakfast headed back to the Shire and his burrow office. He worked diligently over the next two months on his book, referring back to Goldberry's panties whenever he needed inspiration. The hard work paid off when the cleric Eric published his book, ""The Erotic Mysteries of Tom Bombadill,"" purposely leaving Goldberry off the title in the hopes of writing a sequel.
+The book became a best seller topping the sales of all books in Middle Earth with the exception of ""There and Back Again,"" written years ago by a very famous hobbit. The cleric Eric began touring the countryside, living well, but still longing to write his sequel.
+Tom and Goldberry moved deeper into their beloved forest, happy they could help the many people of Middle Earth escaped the sexual repression, but also a bit saddened at the loss of privacy. They still had their stealthy sex in the forest, but avoided more public places. Oddly, performing with people around never was quite as exciting as when that odd cleric Eric chronicled their love.  "
+180,Lord ofthe Rings: Barliman Butterbur,MungoParkIII,Chain Stories,2007-10-23,2007-10-23,2022-01-08 03:51:50,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/lord-ofthe-rings-barliman-butterbur,Gandalf's enchantment makes him a surprising success.,"['Adventure', 'Fantasy']",4.0,"_DISCLAIMER:_
+This stories is a fictional parody - Like all fictional parodies none are true, nor are they approved of by the celebrities named in the stories. Authors write these fictitious stories about famous people for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because they can. The Supreme Court of the United States, the country where this site is located, has ruled that parodies involving famous people are perfectly and totally legal under the United States Constitution. The specific case law on this was decided in the case of ""Hustler Magazine, Inc. et al. v. Jerry Falwell"" in 1988. No harm is intended toward the celebrities featured in these stories, but they are public figures and in being so, they must accept that they are fair target for parodies by the public. We believe in the first amendment, and more broadly, in the basic principle of free speech and this section may push the boundaries of that principle, but the United States Supreme Court has approved of this type of material. We believe that the Supreme Court was correct in their decision.
+*
+After Strider had become King and much of the land had returned to peace, Barliman Butterbur had become quite a local celebrity in the town of Bree. Many people came from miles around to find the Prancing Pony, taste some of its famous ale and perhaps sleep amid the bedding where the King and the fellows of the ring once slept. Of course the best part of the visit was that everyone got to meet the famous innkeeper.
+Initially Barliman was overcome by all the attention, feeling a bit ashamed that he had forgotten to handle the simple task that Gandalf had given him until it was almost too late. He did make amends when the Hobbit's horses were stolen purchasing Bill the Pony for twelve silver pennies and then giving Merry eighteen pence. At the time it was a great deal of money for Barliman, though now that sum seems a mere pittance.
+But as time passed Barliman grew accustom to fame and success and when Gandalf rewarded him with the enchantment of surprising success for seven years, he took the gift in stride, humbly accepting. It did perplex the old patrons of the Prancing Pony who always felt he was surprising successful as innkeeper and they didn't see a lot of difference in him. Ah, but it was the ladies who discovered what the true enchantment was all about.
+Yes, though no virgin, prior to his fame, Barliman's sexual exploits were very bleak and being too frugal to spend his hard earned money in the brothels, the best he could do was to head to his room with a slab of butter. But now, with his great fame, Barliman had his choice of women and in fact had dallied with all the barmaids, most of the unmarried female patrons of his inn and several of the married women. Each of the women, if truthful, would tell you it was enchanting with Barliman and he had to fight off many, many proposals of marriage and several other odd arrangements from the women.
+Alas, though poor Barliman used his enchantment well and did enjoy his time with the ladies, he longed for something more. Barliman had a perversion and while a willing woman could interest him for a while his true longing was for something that for many years had been unspeakable. Now, given the peaceful times Middle Earth had become more tolerant and some had emerged from the closet, Barliman had simply not been able to indulge in his greatest desire.
+He did love women, redheads in particular, but what Barliman truly desired was the female Hobbit. Just the simple thought of one of those tiny women crawling all over his fat body made him tremble. If fact he had only seen one female Hobbit in his lifetime, but his desire had raged ever since.
+Fortunately for Barliman, the time did come to pass when other female Hobbits came into Bree and several visited the Prancing Pony. Each time the innkeeper would serve ladies for free and soon he seemed to take a great liking to one of them and as most would attest, she took a liking to him. Though never formally introduced Barliman soon came to know her name and quite a bit about her. She was Estella Goold, a distant cousin of the Brandybucks and was actually named after Estella Brandybuck.
+Estella had indeed a great liking for Barliman but she feared any sexual union with him as any female Hobbit would with a human man. Frankly, female Hobbits were both excited by and feared the enormous cock of the human man. Imagine a cock as huge as four inches long and some told tales of even larger cocks, four and a half, five, even five and a half inches long. Why a sword like that, no matter how lovingly applied could slice a female Hobbit in two.
+However, when Barliman was tending to other customers, Estella expressed her fears to several of the barmaids who quickly pulled her aside. Pinifred sat her down at a table and told her not to worry, ""Barliman's cock is tiny, I know it for a fact. Many of the girls here will tell you.""
+""Yes, you see his enchantment is not size, he is very small, his enchantment is in that fat belly of his,"" Rosianne whispered.
+""Oh yes, his belly,"" Pinifred sighed, ""his cock will barely get it, but his belly jiggles in such a delightful way. I mean his cock feels like a tiny tongue in the cunny and then his belly feels like three more tongues on me clit.""
+""But a tiny man's cock to you is still enormous to me,"" Estella said.
+Rosianne held up her hand, her fingers but two and a half inches apart, maybe less. She then smiled as she saw the amazement in Estella's eyes.
+""I measured him I did,"" added Pinifred, ""he's two and five sixteenths inches long, that's less than six centimeters.""
+Well, that night as Barliman fended off the affections of two new female man patrons Estella called him over and asked, ""Barliman, I may not be as pretty as those women and I am small, but... ah, would you,"" she paused, feeling her hands begin to tremble. ""Barliman, would you take me to your bed?""
+""You would... you want to,"" he stammered, completely flustered. He grabbed a mug, ran a splash of ale into it, took a quick swig and then looked back at her. ""Estella, I would be honored to take you to my bed.""
+He quickly locked up the inn for the night and then too Estella's hand and led her up the private stairway to his quarters. Afraid to damage the dainty frills of her clothing, Barliman sat on the bed and watched as Estella removed her clothes, first exposing her full, furry breasts to him, then sliding her shoes off her hairy feet and finally, pulling her pants and panties down her legs. Barliman kneeled in front of her and ran his hands up the stiff hair on her legs and into the soft curls of her pubic hair.
+""Well Barliman now can I watch you?""
+He stood up and shyly removed his shirt exposing his large chest and belly. Sitting down he pulled off his shoes and then he stood up and unhooked his pants, letting them fall to the floor. Now he stood naked before her, but the object of Estella's interest was concealed beneath his belly. Kneeling down, she touched the soft flab and immediately her fingers seemed to tingle. Lifting the flab she looked at his cock.
+It was the largest cock she had ever seen protruding out nearly two and one half inches. She always told her lovers that size didn't matter, but it was always a lie. Leaning forward and resting his flab on her head, she moved her hands to his cock and rubbed it all over her face. Oh she wanted him, she wanted him inside her now. Moving out from under his stomach she took her hands and simply pushed against him until he fell onto his bed.
+While on his back, Barliman scooted back some while Estella climbed up. Standing over him she reached a hand up to her chin, pondering her next move. ""Yes, keep him on his back, he'd simply smother me if he was on top,"" she thought to herself. Stepping one foot over him, she gathered his flab and moved it back, exposing that enormous two and a half inch cock. Holding back his fat, she lowered herself, taking hold of him and guiding the giant head into her sopping wet cunny.
+Closing her eyes, she lowered herself onto him, feeling herself being filled like she never had before. When she had taking all of him into her body, she let his stomach flow back onto her lap and immediately understood what all the barmaids were talking about. It suddenly felt like three or four tongue were lapping her clit, sliding in and around her cunny lips and even gently caressing her thighs. When she began moving herself up and down on the enormous cock she squealed out loud with delight. From the start she knew this was the best fuck she'd ever had.
+As for Barliman, everything the little Hobbit did to him was sheer ecstasy. He just remained motionless as she showered him in her wet body, covering him in intense pleasure as she moved about. Gandalf's enchantment gave him an incredible stamina and holding power so the intense pleasure could be sustained as long as he needed before he came and so he held off as Estella took her fill of him.
+It was a few minutes, but then the squeaking and squeals from Estella intensified until she simply screamed, ""Oh I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm...""
+At that Barliman let himself release and he came, spurting his human cum into the little Hobbit's body as he felt her cunny squeezing him again and again as if milking the last drops out of him. When Estella climbed off his soft, but still enormous cock she snuggled up beside Barliman whispering, ""That was the best I ever had.""
+Now Barliman had recently heard that a lot from many, many human women, but to hear it now from a Hobbit woman made him realize he was truly happy. He looked her in the eyes and asked, ""Will you marry me, Estella.""
+Her response was immediate, ""Yes Barliman, I will marry you."" An amazing response since, although times were much more tolerant, a marriage between a human and a Hobbit was unheard of. But they did it anyway and although he did lose some customers, he also gained others.
+The Prancing Pony thrives today with wonderful food, excellent ale and happy friendly service. Truth be told, the service is sometimes too happy because it is rumored that when Barliman smiles that one special way, Estella is standing in front of him, completely hidden by the bar sucking his cock like no human woman ever could."
+181,Lustful Leaves Ch. 03,Dar~,Chain Stories,2005-03-29,2005-03-29,2022-01-08 03:51:51,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/lustful-leaves-ch-03,She loved him.,"['Good Thing', 'Returned Kiss']",4.58,"""I don't care, Admiral, I love him!"" The whole crowd, humans and Forestivians alike became quite. The only sound was the beating of her heart and the ratcheting breath of Russell.
+She loved him. All this time he had wanted her, and she loved him. Before he knew what he was doing, he felt his arms encircle her lovely trunk. He planted a deep, soul-shattering kiss on her lovely mouth, which he had only just discovered when she had spoken. His tongue traced her roughly circled mouth. ""She must be young,"" he thought, ""there are not that many rings.""
+Ashley reacted with shock at his touch. He kissed her! Right in front of the Admiral and his people. He must indeed return her love. She returned his kiss with all of the passion she had kept pent up inside her. Her green tongue snaked into his mouth and tasted him: sweet, human and finally all hers.
+He ground his hips against her willowy form. God, he'd wanted this for so long. All his fellow humans had mocked him. Sure they'd said nothing in his presence but he could feel their mockery every time he walked into a room. Now they were all watching in shock. He was right. He was vindicated and his passion for the trees, had been returned by the tree he'd loved most of all, his Ash.
+He returned her kiss with a longing brought on my months of loving her and making love to her, yet not knowing of her love for him. His cock was getting so hard, and her lithe branches stroking it were just making it harder. He wanted to please her, as she had given him his release unquestioningly when he had taken her before.
+He pulled away from her entangling twigs and rolled her gently onto her back, for the first time noticing all the spectators viewing their debauchery. He couldn't care less. All that mattered now was his Ash. Locating her pussy under her retractable bark, he slowly inserted one finger while slowly circling her clit with his tongue. She tasted so good. Better than he had ever imagined while bringing himself to orgasm thinking of her.
+""Oh my Soil,"" Ashley moaned, ""this feels so good."" Russell was slipping his fingers in and out of her pussy. Her sap was running freely and had coated his hands and face. When he looked up at her to watch her pleasure, she could see herself glistening on his cheeks. What a beautiful man.
+The Admiral didn't know why, but the scene unfolding before him was slightly arousing. He knew it was an abomination of Sweet Soil's plan, but Ash looked so enticing thrashing her slender branches in her passion. He felt his log growing and looked around in embarrassment. If anyone knew he liked unnatural sex, he would lose his command. The Forestivians had a severe penalty for fornication.
+The tree nearest the admiral was Olivia Oak. She had started this whole debacle by not keeping her roots in the ground. Watching Ash writhe in pleasure, she felt the slightest twinge of jealousy. Ash always got whomever she wanted. Even the freaky little oxy-breather. It wasn't fair. Ash was graceful and delicate. Olive had a more solid trunk, and she was hard wood. Nowhere near as soft and sensual as Ash.
+Deciding that she had had enough, Olivia stormed into the clearing. ""STOP!"" she yelled. ""This is disgusting. You are both disgusting. Admiral, as second in command I demand you do something about this before I send a signal to Forestivia demanding that we destroy this planet and search for one less . . .inhabited.""
+At the mention of the destruction of Earth, the humans once again began closing in on the trees. They were hesitant, as they had seen the ferocity with which they had attempted to rid the world of Russell, but they were also determined.
+Three humans: The town Butcher, Baker, and Candlestick maker surrounded a young elm and began lashing her to the ground. They threw up lassoes to encircle her branches and then staked them to the ground. One at a time, they proceeded to plunge their stiff members into her now exposed pussy. She at first screamed in terror and pain, but the rough ministrations of the humans (who were simply trying the wares available, as their wives were always tired or had a headache) started turning her on.
+""Yeah, that's right, pull my leaves! Mmm, Soil, you are good at this!"" She cried.
+The other trees, meanwhile, were fending off the advancing humans in any way they could. Good thing they had seen Harry Potter on the satellite before coming here, because that whomping willow had taught them a thing or two about self preservation. They were completely oblivious to Elma and Ash's situations.
+The Candlestick maker decided to take it a step up with Elma, and lit up a candle. He slid his cock into her sappy, cum-filled crevasse and while he fucked her he held the lit wick to her wooden skin.
+At first the pain was intense. Flame was especially frightening to her people, but Elma knew a good thing when she felt it. The Earthling would fuck her extremely hard and in the middle of his rhythm, he would touch her with his hot candle, the wax dripping off on her tough bark, burning trails of pleasure through her. She liked the pain and the pleasure so much that she began to feel her sap rising and knew she was about to blow her knotholes. He fucked her hard and reached around and rested his flame under her tender new buds. The pain sent a shiver of pleasure that sent her over the edge. She came and it was good. He slapped her trunk and cried out, ""This bitch likes it rough! Are you liking my cum in your green snatch?""
+""Yes, Earth man, I love your big woody in my tight sappy knot hole! Slap my trunk, Master!"" Her words sent him into an orgasm like he'd never had before, he felt her warm organic flesh absorb his cum as he shot spurt after wet hot spurt into her tight notch. He reached down to the stakes that had her bound and pulled them out of the ground, allowing her to move more freely.
+""Get down there and lick yourself off of me!"" He told her. She bent at the middle and took his softening woody into her deep green throat. She purred her content at how good he felt in her mouth. She was considered young, but her latent talents were showing through her new bark.
+She was good at sucking man-log. It tasted better than the Admiral's too, not that anyone knew he had been sneaking into her roots for about six years. He had fucked her good, but had never fulfilled her baser needs. She needed to be owned and commanded. She swallowed heartily as the Candlestick maker came again in her scratchy mouth. He pulled his cock out and slapped her in the bark with it.
+""Next time, I am going to cum in your ass-knot! You'd better be ready."" He ordered.
+""Yes, master, I will be."" She followed him meekly with her head hanging down, as he headed out of the group.
+Olivia's words had riled up the battle between Forestavian trees and Earth natives. She stood back, satisfied at her work. Russell had been hauled away from the panting, writhing form of the ""oh so special"" Ashley Shorttree, just before she had started sapping up his face while she came. She lay there gasping for CO2 and searching with lust filled eyes for the object of desire. ""Stupid bitch is just getting what she deserves.""
+""Olivia Oak, I hope you are satisfied, I hope you get wood rot and termites eat out your cold heart! "" Ashley cried. ""He's a good man. He loves me. . . please, let him go."" She begged, as two of the Majors dragged him towards the dark house.
+""Lt. Ashley Shorttree, you are hereby sentenced to three weeks swamp duty for disregard for Forestavian laws regarding extra-racial sexual conduct,"" the Admiral, commanded, ""Furthermore, you will be demoted to the lowest ranking crew member until we arrive back on our home planet."" After finishing his decree, he dropped the three humans he had entrapped in his branches and stomped away. Ashley fell to her stumps and shed leaves of pain. Why couldn't she be true to her heart?
+Russell wasn't aware of what was happening until he found himself kneeling before a house that was starting to transform into an aquarium tank, a really, really large one. A front panel of what appeared to be glass slowly lowered itself to the ground like a ramp and he was shoved up the ramp and into the belly of . . well, he didn't know quite what it was. All he knew was that it used to be a house, and Ashley wasn't with him.
+He started to struggle, but the majors holding him were evergreens in their prime. He didn't have a chance and the more he struggled, the more their needled arms pierced his soft skin.
+After they had boarded and entered a large open space in the aquarium, the Admiral boarded. He entered the room and quickly decided Russell's fate. ""The Earth native will be tied and gagged in your quarters Major Pine and Major Fir. After our escape off this planet, we will drop him into space and then continue on to Forestavia."" The Majors saluted and dragged their captive to their quarters.
+The room assigned to the Majors wasn't as much a room as it was a terrarium. It was a large enclosed space covered in mosses and flowers and beautiful forestry items. The item of most interest to Russell however, was a large saw. Why a bunch of trees had a saw he didn't know, but he hoped to be close enough to it that he would be able to cut his ties and escape before they left Earth.
+The Majors (Lodgepole and Douglas) bound him with Ivy vines and gagged him with a mushroom. They then proceeded to prepare for an evening Russell would never forget."
+182,Lustful Leeves Ch. 01,angelicminx,Chain Stories,2005-03-26,2005-03-26,2022-01-08 03:51:51,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/lustful-leeves-ch-01,Humorous tale of a tree fetish gone wrong.,"['Fetish', 'Love', 'Odd Lusts', 'Sex', 'Trees', 'Woody']",4.12,"* * * * *
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+Russell had a fetish. I blame his parents. I mean, really... what were they smokin' the day he was born? They named him Russell Leeves? In my opinion, that was just asking for trouble.
+Anyway, I wanna tell you a legend about Russell and the time somethin' really strange happened in this small rural town. I don't know if it's true. It may be somethin' parents made up to keep their kids out of the trees. Who knows? It happened a long time ago. There's no one left to ask now, but here it is, the way it was told to me:
+Russell lived alone and pretty much kept to himself. His house was small but sat on a large lot. There was a beautiful ash tree in his front yard and other trees to the sides and back of the house. Always a loner, he was never seen talking to anyone. Well, except himself. Russell would skulk up and down the streets in the neighborhood. He kept his head down and never made eye contact. All the neighborhood children would point and laugh at him as he passed by, but he never paid them any mind. Everyone knew about his problem. The whole town whispered about it. He loved trees. Now, mind you, lovin' trees isn't really a problem...unless your name is Russell Leeves.
+Russell loved trees the way most men love women. He loved their smell, their taste and their texture. The townsfolk had spied him kissin' the trunks of trees. They had seen him weep in the fall, so full of sorrow that it was palpable. He would cry in the spring. The utter joy on his face, as he touched the new leaves, a marvel to behold. Many times he was caught bringin' a branch gently to his lips. He'd give the leaves a soft, tender kiss. It was baffling to watch his eyes close in delight, as his tongue darted out to lick them. Knowin' how much he loved trees makes what happened that much harder to believe.
+The day all hell broke loose, Russell wasn't in his usual place. A few streets over from his normal stompin' ground there was a dark house. I don't mean dark in the sense that there was no light. I mean dark, like spooky. Evil almost. Anyway, there were several large trees in the yard. Oak, walnut, elm, ash, pine and other kinds of trees surrounded this house. Everyone knows you don't put that many varieties together in one place. I don't even know if they'll all grow in the same place, but these sure did. Russell was seen huggin' one of the young oaks in the front yard.
+Well, you can't tell kids the whole story, but he was doin' more than huggin' it, let me tell ya. Russell had his britches around his knees and his pecker was pressed against the trunk of that tree. He was humpin' that thing like a man possessed. Which I guess he was. I mean, honestly, who fucks trees? The whole town could hear that tree just a squallin' and carryin' on. Russell just kept on humpin'. His face was a picture of ecstasy. His eyes were closed and his head was thrown back. Beads of sweat rolled down his face and he held onto that tree so hard his fingers had started to bleed. I guess he musta thought it was gonna run away from him. He pumped and he humped. Out of his mouth came this horrible screeching sound. He made one last thrust into that tree and then laid his head on the trunk. His chest heaved with his staggered breathin'. I reckon he came right inside that tree's knothole.
+Well, the next thing you know, there's a rippin' sound. The roots of that tree seemed to move. Impossible, right? Wrong! They pulled up outta the ground, creatin' a rumble akin to an earthquake. The whole town felt it. Russell got knocked clean on his ass when that tree moved. The shock on his face as he landed... oh my. It was more like he couldn't believe what he had done than surprise that the tree was movin'. He cowered on the ground beneath that tree, beggin' for mercy. The townsfolk only caught a few of his words, but the tone of his voice was clear as a bell.
+The house seemed to come alive at that moment. It had a presence about it that couldn't be explained by logic. But then, logic had already flown, hadn't it. A piercing whistle emanated from the house. The trees began to move. Russell's expression changed from one of pleading to one of terror. His eyes widened, his face lost all color and his jaw dropped in a silent scream.
+A few heartbeats later, he seemed to recover himself enough to stand and pull his pants up. Fumblin' with the fastenings he began to run. The faster he ran the louder the whistle got. Trees all around him were uprooting themselves. They began chasin' him. Their roots rolled on the ground like snakes, propellin' them along as swift as a sidewinder. It wasn't long before Russell found himself surrounded. He began to weep.
+The townsfolk came out of their shocked stupor with a jolt. They might not have liked Russell and they might have thought he was a little strange, but he was still one of their own. They armed themselves, down to the smallest child, with axes, chainsaws and anything else they could get their hands on that chopped wood. When they drew close to where Russell stood tremblin', they stopped.
+Russell spoke, his voice shaking, ""I didn't mean to fuck the young oak."" The townsfolk watched in silence. ""Well, I mean, I did... but I didn't enjoy it.""
+Something strange was happenin'. Yes, even stranger than what'd already happened. Russell's pecker seemed to be growin', and I don't mean just harder. I mean growing! Like Pinocchio's nose when he told a lie. Every time Russell opened his mouth and spoke, his pecker grew a few more inches. The townsfolk knew his words were false. They had seen him in the throes of ecstasy. A mumble went through the crowd. A single phrase seemed to pass like wildfire, ""Pinocchio Syndrome"".
+The silence was stifling, but for the murmur of the crowd. Russell continued to speak in a high-pitched whine, ""Uh... yeah. I did enjoy it, but so did the oak."" The trees stopped their advance. They too seemed to be in awe of Russell's growing woody.
+In the next instant, a shrill voice echoed across the land. ""He LIES! I would not enjoy the attentions bestowed upon me by one such as he. He smells of earth and blood. I prefer flowers and sap. He Violated me. He should be punished!""
+The trees began to advance on Russell, their branches swaying close to his head. Fearing for his life, he turned to run. His woody poked a tree near him and he stumbled backward. Branches reached down and captured him. A small squeak of terror burst from his lips. Eyes wide, Russell jerked his body, trying to escape.
+Darting a glance over his shoulder, he recognized the ash that held him captive as the one from his front yard. He sighed audibly and slumped in relief. He spoke to the ash in a low, soothing tone of voice, ""Please, you know I love you...please make them spare me.""
+The ash emitted a soft giggle. Her branches began to caress his flesh and he leaned back against her trunk. He lifted his arms over his head and wrapped them around her as far as they would go. Her branches journeyed over his torso and he began to moan. With slow, tender touches, her braches moved lower, until they reached his enormous woody. As she stroked it, he whispered words of deep love and the most amazing thing happened. His woody began to shrink! Now, I don't know if you've been paying attention or not, but his woody shrinking could only mean one thing... He was telling the truth, he loved her.
+The booming voice of an old oak was heard. ""Ashley! Stop this nonsense at once!"" The old oak wrapped one of his branches around Russell's waist and gave a tug just hard enough to pull him free of the ash. The old oak began beating Russell with his branches.
+Russell curled into a ball on the ground and covered himself the best he could. Over and over the old oak swung. The impact of the branches, connecting with Russell's body, caused the ground to rumble underfoot. The loud cracking sound of tree striking flesh carried for miles.
+Ashley flung herself between Russell and the swinging branches of the old oak, but it was too late. Russell had been beat unconscious. Still, she covered his limp body with her own and spoke in a hard, angry tone. ""Leave him be, Admiral. He's mine and I love him.""
+The Admiral gave a snort of derision. ""Love him? You love this... Thing? He is not one of us! How could you possibly Love him?""
+Ashley spoke softly, ""He's warm and caring. He's kind and tender...""
+The Admiral bellowed, ""Tender! HA!""
+""He is,"" she said angrily. ""He would come to see me when the moon was high in the sky."" She began to touch Russell, her voice becoming affectionate. ""He spoke to me in words soft and gentle. He kissed my trunk and caressed my leaves. The night of the full moon, nearly three weeks past now, he came to me in all his glory. He laid his hands on my trunk and spoke to me of my beauty."" Ashley emitted a deep sigh. ""He brushed his lips against my bark. He took my branches in his hands and spoke of his love for me. His fingers found the knothole in my trunk and he pushed them inside.""
+""What?"" The Admiral burst angrily. ""You are an innocent! You have only just come of age. Your initiation ceremony is to take place at the next full moon.""
+""I am an innocent no longer."" Her voice was hard. ""I chose to give him my innocence. It was Mine to give."" In a dreamy whisper she continued, ""When he pushed himself deep inside my knothole, I was surrounded in love. He took me to places I never thought I would go.""
+""He took you places you were never Meant to go!"" His anger seemed to make him glow. ""You will be banished from society, Ashley. Mark my words... Banished!""
+Once again she leaned over Russell and spoke in a whisper, so soft the townsfolk had to strain to hear, ""So be it."""
+183,Lustful Leeves Ch. 02,dreampilot79,Chain Stories,2005-03-28,2005-03-28,2022-01-08 03:51:52,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/lustful-leeves-ch-02,Ashley loves Russell.,"['Admiral', 'Ashley', 'Ashley Watched', 'Carbon Dioxide', 'Kind Thing', 'Legs Ground', 'Man', 'Man Loved', 'Russell', 'Wanted Man']",4.26,"Ashley Shorttree, was supposed to be a woman on a mission. Somewhere, however, she had lost her way. Her job, along with a dozen others of her kind, was to watch the humans on earth. They were desperate. Their star was almost ready to explode. They had only 500 years to find a new place for their race to live. 500 years for a race of mobile trees was a very short time!
+Earth had seemed the perfect place to live. Once it had held too much oxygen, but their cars and factories were belching forth life-giving carbon dioxide. Half their population could scrub that wonderful air and spit forth awful oxygen that the other life forms on Earth could use to live. It could be such a wonderful union of their two races.
+Ashley's team had been sent to observe. She was to report on the way that people lived, and if the temperaments of the two races could be compatible. They had disguised their ship as a dark house and themselves as trees. They just stood there for months on end watching.
+Ashley's problem, however, was Russell Leeves. She had been watching him for weeks. At first, like her brethren, she had thought him ugly. His skin smooth and soft compared to the rough beautifully wrinkled bark of her kind, but he had loved them. Russell loved trees. Russell even loved her. He had stroked her bark on numerous occasions. He had caressed and kissed her leaves. She could not help herself when she saw how he cared for her kind. She had fallen in love!
+On that fateful day, Russell had come back. Question: Back from where? A shiver ran through Ashley's leaves. He was here! He was among them! It was irrational, but she longed to wrap her branches around him, to touch him. She longed to bend over and kiss his lips. The warmth of desire coursed through her sap. She breathed in the carbon dioxide at a prodigious pace. God she wanted this man!
+Most of all, she longed to talk to him, to show him that she wasn't really a tree. She wanted him to touch her, to stroke her, to kiss her blushing leaves. She longed to show him where her pussy was covered in retractable bark. She wanted to have his saplings!
+Each time Russell came among them, Ashley's very soul cried out to just talk to him. To tell him that she was not really just a tree. She had fallen deeply in love with him and the frustration of not being able to proclaim her love to him was nearly eating her alive. Either that or she was infested with Japanese Beetles.
+Imagine her lust when she saw him pull down his pants and display the penis she wanted. She longed to scream at him. ""Here, Russell, come here and give me that beautiful cock. I want to have your saplings!"" She thought it, but she held her tongue. Moisture came to her leaves as she cried.
+Russell was standing in front of Olivia Oak! Russell had found her vagina! He was going to have Olivia and not the jealous Ashley.
+The moisture of her tears dripped from her leaves as Russell humped a very upset Olivia. Russell did not notice the way Olivia protested, tried to drive Ashley's love from her.
+Ashley could hear the whistling protest of Admiral Oakton Peach. The admiral seemed like he was deciding if he should marshal his troops and abandon their mission in an effort to help the poor Olivia. Rape was not in their mission plan.
+Olivia finally could stand no more. She was on a mission to observe. She found this man utterly repulsive. A vision of little half human saplings flashed through her mind. Then she thought of the other possibilities. Could this man give her Dutch Elm disease? She ripped her legs out of the ground where they had been planted as a disguise. She flung the awful man to the ground.
+Their cover blown, the Admiral motioned with his old wooden arm. The rest of them pulled their legs from the ground and advanced on the hapless Russell, intent on exacting revenge on the rapist. They considered the man a child molester, since Olivia was a youngster of only 147 years.
+Ashley watched Russell with his pants down around his ankles as he struggled in confrontation with Admiral Peach. She watched his pecker grow longer with each lie he told the old oaken skinned admiral. With each inch Russell gained, Ashley wanted him more. Her tears dried up. The man she loved was in danger! It was not his fault that he had chosen the unwilling Olivia. Ashley would gladly have called to him. She would gladly have taken him.
+Ashley pondered what could have been had Russell just chosen her. She would have enjoyed it. She would have taken him happily. When Russell was gone, she would have gotten a medal for bearing, without protest, the ""horrible"" deflowering. She would have been a hero for maintaining her mission. She would have welcomed him back.
+She would have loved his saplings. She would have taken them for long walks along the streets of Forestavia, their home world. The Forestavians would have pointed to her saplings with pride, the offspring of a true hero. If she was very lucky, she would have been assigned with the first wave of inhabitants to Earth. She could have lived with Russell in a nice brick building. She couldn't have stood to live in a home made from her cousins, the trees.
+Instead he had chosen Olivia. Instead, their cover was broken and Admiral Peach and the rest of the team were advancing on poor Russell, intent on doing serious damage. Instead, the townspeople had rushed for their chain saws.
+The roar of those frightening chainsaws was in the background, as the humans rushed to the defense of one of their kind. The only thing that slowed them down was how Russell's pecker picked up an inch every time he lied to the Admiral with fire in his eyes. Every Forestivian knew that it was a very dangerous thing for a one of their kind to have fire, in any form.
+Ashley heard the roar of the chainsaws and her sap ran cold. Fear was a knot in the pit of her trunk. The man she loved was in danger of being torn limb from limb by her fellow scouts, and the scouts were horribly outnumbered. She was sure that those townspeople would set upon them and turn all of her kind into firewood.
+Ashley watched Russell leap to his feet in an attempt to evade the onrushing Admiral Peach. He might have made it but his massive woody struck another of the trees and he fell. She did the only thing a tree in love could do. She forgave her lover for his unknowing infidelity and rushed to him. Ashley, in mortal fear for her love and for her own kind, did the only thing she could. She was there, Admiral Peach still had to close several feet. Ashley reached her wooden arms out for her man and cradled his body. At first, she had only meant to protect him, but she loved this man. She had him in her arms and his pants could not be zipped over his massive woody! She tried to caress him, to tell him that all would be well. Her knotty elbow touched that massive woody and she could not resist, she began to stroke that beautiful hardness.
+Even in this moment of mortal danger, a wave of desire enveloped her. There might be no tomorrow for any of them and she wanted her man, NOW!
+Admiral Peach reached them in a flash and he did not understand. He thought that Ashley was as angry as he himself. A rage filled Peach. He fully intended to beat the human into lifeless pulp. He had no idea if pulped human could be recycled into paper, as would happen to one of his kind condemned to death, but he intended to find out.
+He was the leader of this band of scouts and it was up to him to seek retribution. The mission was over, destroyed by some sick human with a love for trees. If killing was to be done, it was up to him.
+Peach ripped the man from the grasp of Ashley. His opening blows rendered the human into an unconscious mass but Peach had not felt the snap of broken bones that he intended.
+Peach's mouth fell open when Ashley shoved him aside and once more threw herself over the man, not to exact revenge, but to protect him!
+There was a moment of quiet unease. Chainsaws roared in the townspeople's hands, branches waved in anger, but both sides backed off and watched the two lovers in the center of the stage.
+Ashley proclaimed her love and the Admiral told her she would be banished.
+Her dreams of being a heroine to her people dissolved in that instant. Still there was the chance for her to raise his saplings. She had no idea where this would lead."
+184,Lustful Leeves Ch. 04,Svenskaflicka,Chain Stories,2005-08-10,2005-08-10,2022-01-08 03:51:54,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/lustful-leeves-ch-04,Russell is punished for what he did to Olivia Oak.,"['Humor', 'Nature', 'Trees']",4.17,"Russell had no idea what the two trees were going to do to him. All he could do was to sit there, bound and gagged, and watch them do their preparations. He was stunned when one of the young trees knelt before the other one and starting caressing the slim trunk. It didn't take long for the youth's slim log to rise up, glistening with what had to be tree-sap. Russell felt confused. He had been sure the two trees were both male..? Could there be such a thing as homosexuality among trees? Well, that oakling sure seemed like she didn't like men... or perhaps it was just that, that he WAS a man, and not a male tree? He really regretted raping her. To think that he wasted his time with that dried-up little bitch when he could have savored Ashley's sweet juices! The tall pine was shaking and moaning now, and the fir tree quickly grabbed a bowl that he caught his friend's rich amount of sap in.
+""Wood rot, Douglas! You're amazing!"" the pine muttered
+""I had a great teacher,"" Douglas answered, in an almost flirty tone.
+Russell looked from one to the other. Those two were lovers? He shivered when they turned towards him.
+""You're lucky, Earth man,"" said the pine. ""The Admiral COULD have left you with Mable Maple or Willy Willow - and those two aren't very nice to humans!""
+""But instead, you ended up with the two of us,"" said Douglas. ""And Lodgepole and I aren't that much into torture - not much, anyway... so we're even gonna be nice to you and sap you up.""
+Sap him up? For what? Russell didn't dare to think about it. That pine's log had been slim, but very, very long... Lodgepole pulled the mushroom out of his mouth and bend down to his face.
+""You can scream all you want, Earth man,"" he said, not unkindly. ""Everyone's just gonna think we're giving you a beating.""
+""Whaddya gonna do to me?"" Russell squeaked, really scared now.
+""We're gonna give you a taste of your own medicine,"" said Douglas. ""Did you know that Olivia Oak is my third cousin once removed?""
+""No,"" Russell mumbled.
+""Did you know that the only reason her father let her join this mission was because I promised to look after her?"" said Douglas, shaking some of his branches angrily at Russell. ""Do you have any idea what he's gonna do to me when he finds out that an Earth man raped Olivia and I didn't stop him?""
+""I'm sorry!"" said Russell.
+""No, you're not,"" said Lodgepole. ""But you're gonna be. Still, as Douglas said, we're not much into torture. We prefer if you're alive the whole time.""
+""Whaddya gonna do?"" Russell screamed.
+""We're gonna do to you what you did to Olivia!"" said Douglas. ""Open your mouth, Earth man!""
+Russell did open his mouth, to protest, but Douglas took the opportunity to shove his log into Russell's mouth. Russell gagged as the long woody tickled the back of his throat.
+""Suck me, human!"" Douglas growled. ""Suck my fat log!""
+It was indeed fat, much fatter than Lodgepole's. It wasn't quite as long, though. The bark was rough, and it tasted like wood. Russell coughed and gagged. He tried to free himself, but the Ivy wines just wrapped themselves tighter around his body. He was trapped. The only way he'd get away was by satisfying his two guards, so that they'd leave him alone. He licked the root in his mouth as much as he could stretch his tongue.
+""Mmmm, yes!"" Douglas moaned. ""That's it, lick me, you little oxy-breather!""
+Russell bobbed his head over the young tree's hard log, and felt pines prickle his face for each move. The pain wasn't unpleasant though, it sort of tickled. Meanwhile, Lodgepole moved behind him and investigated his smooth skin under his shirt.
+""No texture at all!"" said Lodgepole. ""You're smoother than a sapling!""
+""Kinky!"" Douglas giggled.
+Lodgepole couldn't figure out how to open Russell's pants, so he merely yanked them off and started caressing the human's round butt. He parted the ass cheeks and looked up at Douglas.
+""I've never seen a smaller assknot in my life!"" he said. ""I don't see how you're gonna fit, Doug.""
+""You never had a log up there before, human?"" asked Douglas, and pulled on Russell's hair.
+Russell couldn't speak with Douglas' big root in his mouth, but he violently shook his head no.
+""Looks like we get to break him in,"" said Lodgepole.
+""Just like he did with Olivia!"" said Douglas, and fucked Russell's face angrily.
+Russell couldn't stop him, couldn't breathe, couldn't scream. He could just hang there in the Ivy wine's grip and let himself be used. He was scared, but also a little turned on. The trees were going to fuck him! Use him, like an inflatable doll. Ram those big logs inside him... OK, so they were male trees, but hell, they were trees! Russell couldn't stop a quiet moan to escape his throat.
+""Did you hear that?"" said Douglas triumphantly. ""I think our little Earth man is enjoying this!""
+""Where did you put the sap?"" said Lodgepole.
+""So, you like having my log ramming your throat, do you?"" Douglas whispered to Russell. ""Just wait until you feel it going up your assknot!""
+Lodgepole smeared the sticky sap around Russell's asshole, smeared his own log with it too, and steered the hard root to Russell's opening. Russell screamed when the log pushed past his sphincter. The rough texture of the root scraped up his sensitive skin and made him bleed, and the pain put tears in his eyes. He could only hope and pray Lodgepole wouldn't shove all of his length into him, or he'd surely die. Luckily, Lodgepole stopped when he felt the bottom of Russell's ass, pulled out, and shoved himself back in.
+""Oh, wood rot!"" he groaned. ""I've never felt such a tight assknot before! He's so small and shallow - look, I can't even get half of it in!""
+""Do you like having Lodgepole's log up your assknot, Earth man?"" said Douglas. ""Does it feel good?""
+Russell nodded. He had trouble moving, but he managed to buck back against Lodgepole, urging him to continue.
+""He wants more!"" Lodgepole laughed. ""OK, Earth man, you asked for it!""
+The two trees fucked Russell from each direction, and he didn't mind the pain in his sore throat or his even more sore ass anymore. He had never been this horny in his life! Fucking Olivia Oak was nothing compared to this! He felt a sting of guilt thinking about Ashley, but what was he supposed to do? He couldn't escape these two. Might as well enjoy their rough play. It might make them less enclined to really hurt him.
+""Move over, Lodge, I want to taste some of that human assknot, too!"" said Douglas.
+They switched places. Lodgepole's log tasted weird, and it was much longer than Douglas'. Russell coughed and gagged as it scraped down his throat. He wanted to throw up, but he understood that such a thing would offend the trees, and that would be the end of their good will. He forced himself to breathe deeply through his nose and control his gag reflexes. Douglas pressed his fat log into Russell's ass, and once again, the pain made Russell scream out loud. This root wasn't as long as the other one, he could take all its length, but the girth, sweet angels of mercy, the GIRTH! The rough texture scraped and tore up the tiny scratch marks Lodgepole had already done, and his whole ass felt as if it was on fire. Douglas poured more sap over himself, and it stung in the open wounds, but the log did slide easier in and out of him now.
+""Relax, Earth man,"" said Douglas quietly. ""Here we go, nice and slow.""
+He fucked Russell slowly, to let him get used to the giant root, and Lodgepole followed his rhythm. Soon, Russell began to feel more at ease, and then the excitement grew in strength, until he bucked back against Douglas hard trunk, moaning loudly.
+""You like this, don't you?"" said Lodgepole, and fucked his face faster.
+""Fuck me!"" Russell tried to scream, but the large log in his mouth effectively prevented any coherent words.
+Douglas picked up on his signals anyway, and increased his pace. Faster, harder. The needles on his branches pricked Russell's butt and loins and balls, but the pain only excited him even more. His cock swayed up and down for each thrust, harder than ever. He cried, groaned, shivered in the grasp of the Ivy wines, a little worried he might hurt them, but unable to keep still. Douglas and Lodgepole moved faster, they moaned as loud as he did, and then they all came together, screaming out their release as the trees emptied loads of sap into Russell's mouth and ass. It was too much for him to take, it flowed out of him and dripped down on the moss-covered floor, along with the spray of sperm from his cock. They all collapsed into a pile of arms, legs, branches, and wines, panting, giggling.
+Then there was a knock on the door."
+185,Lustful Lyrics Ch. 02,KarennaC,Chain Stories,2009-03-22,2009-03-22,2022-01-08 03:51:57,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/lustful-lyrics-ch-02,"Good Morning, Beautiful.","['Love', 'Romance']",4.78,"_NOTE: This story is based on the song ""Good Morning Beautiful"", performed by Steve Holy._
+""Good morning beautiful, how was your night?
+Mine was wonderful with you by my side
+When I open my eyes and see your sweet face
+It's a good morning beautiful day.""
+I don't usually do dedications, but this one's for my Captain, who makes every day beautiful.
+*
+Sunlight streamed through the venetian blinds, making it impossible to sleep any longer. Wide awake, Caleb turned toward the woman beside him and opened his eyes.
+Sara was still asleep. Caleb had the side of the bed closer to the windows; the light had wakened him first. He studied her features, softened in sleep. She was beautiful. The night they'd met, he had seen something about her, an aura for want of a better word, that had drawn him to her. It had taken only a short time before he'd realized her beauty was more than skin deep.
+He hadn't expected to find love when he'd joined the dating site. It wasn't that kind of site. He'd found it while wandering the Web and had thought it might be a way to at least find a friend with benefits. It had been about a year since his last girlfriend, and he hadn't even had a date since her. He'd never had much luck with dating anyway, so female friend who was willing to sleep with him would be good enough. His work schedule was so messed up in the summer he barely had time for anything else but work and sleep, so it was nearly impossible to meet people in any of the standard ways. If he had found someone to hook up with, though, he would definitely have made time for that.
+Instead he'd found Sara. He'd only been on the site for a week, maybe a week and a half, when he'd gone to a party thrown by another member. A tame, back yard party, though somewhat fueled by alcohol. He'd shown up early to help the hostess set up. Over the next couple hours he'd scouted out a few women whom he'd decided to get to know better in the hopes that it might lead to something.
+Sara had arrived two or three hours after he had. When he'd seen her, all thoughts of other women had flown right out of his mind.
+He had gotten used to being alone. A long time ago, he'd decided dating and marriage weren't for him. The former wasn't easy for him, and he'd never even come close to the latter. It hadn't mattered, at least not that he'd let himself admit. He had no reason to care about something he didn't have. He'd formed his life around his work, which he loved as long as it involved ships and the sea, and around computer games and books. He barely knew day from night; his work hours sometimes encompassed both, and with no one else to think about he'd set his own schedule. He slept when he felt like it, ate when he wanted. It didn't matter.
+The night he and Sara had met, he'd persuaded her to share a hotel room. She had been planning to drive two and a half hours home but was too tired to do so safely, and he'd had a bit too much to drink to make the forty-five minute drive to his own home. The next day when he'd awakened beside her, he'd realized everything did matter. Waking up next to a beautiful woman in the morning. This was what he was missing, what he wanted, and he wanted it with her.
+Two days later, he'd decided to be exclusive with her. She'd agreed. After a few weeks of spending his days off with her and her children, he'd realized he loved her.
+He hadn't been looking for love, but he'd found something better than he'd ever imagined. The most amazing part was that she loved him too.
+It had been several months now since they'd met. They were so compatible it was scary sometimes. Shared interests, memories of enjoying the same things as children. Not only did they finish each other's sentences, sometimes they spoke each other's thoughts.
+During his workweek, he felt like a machine: work to food to computer to sleep, then rising the next morning to repeat the cycle. But after his last workday of the week, when he drove two hours to see Sara and her kids, he came to life.
+At least now, in the winter, his weekends actually were weekends, instead of falling in the middle of the week as they did in the busy summer season. In the winter, Sara had the same days off he did, which gave them more time together.
+She stirred in her sleep. To encourage her to wake, Caleb kissed her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled. ""Hi.""
+When she smiled, she was even more gorgeous. His cock began to harden. ""Good morning, beautiful."" This time his kiss found her lips. ""How was your night?""
+""Wonderful, and it's even better waking up next to you.""
+""I like waking up with you too.""
+""What time is it?""
+He checked the watch he always wore. ""Seven o'clock.""
+She yawned. ""I should get up. The kids probably already are.""
+""Nope."" His arms encircled her. ""You should stay right here with me for a little while.""
+""Oh? And what will I get if I do that?""
+""This."" He brushed his lips against the side of her neck. ""And this."" His hand came up to fondle her breast.
+""Hmm, an intriguing offer.""
+""I would hope so.""
+He pulled her closer against him. The feeling of her body against his was amazing, even when they were both fully clothed. He'd always been a cuddler, and with her he got his fill of contact and then some. Holding her this way was as good as sex.
+Almost.
+""I love you,"" she said.
+""Oh, good.""
+Now she initiated a kiss, one that was much more serious than the one he'd given her. Her tongue probed his mouth. God, he loved it when she took over. When they'd met, she hadn't been exactly shy in bed, but she hadn't been comfortable initiating anything. Over the past several months she'd found the confidence to not only ask for what she wanted, but go after it.
+Her hand slipped under the T-shirt he'd worn to bed and roamed his chest. His half-hard cock stiffened further. ""That's nice,"" he murmured.
+""Yeah?"" She moved her hand down his torso. ""And this?""
+""Even nicer."" He pulled away from her to take off his shirt and boxers, then lay back. ""There you go, better access.""
+""Oh, my, there's a naked man in my bed.""
+""Yes, and you're wearing too many clothes.""
+""So I am. I suppose I should do something about that."" She winked and shimmied out of her pajama pants and, he hoped, panties, then sat up and slowly unbuttoned her pajama top. Barely, he resisted the impulse to rip off the buttons. Finally she slipped off the top and tossed it on the floor. ""Better?""
+""Much.""
+He fastened his mouth around one of her nipples, and she jumped at his touch. Her response to the things he did to her in bed always turned him on. He loved watching her face when she was aroused, and even more when she came.
+Which, if he had his way, she would do in a moment. He lightly sucked her nipple while his hand found its way between her legs. With a fingertip, he found the little nub at the top of her pussy and pressed against it. After this much time together, he knew her body as well as he knew his own; he knew how to touch her to bring her over the edge.
+She gasped and let out little sounds of pleasure, somewhat muted so her kids, in their rooms, wouldn't hear. With this encouragement, he continued his actions for a few moments longer, then moved down between her legs. His tongue took the place of his finger, while his finger slipped inside her and found the little spot at the front of her walls.
+She bucked and pulled her pillow over her face to muffle her cry.
+When she moved the pillow, she had a smile on her face. ""Damn, you're good at that.""
+""Well, shucks, ma'am, I try,"" he drawled.
+She laughed. ""Try again. With something other than your hands and mouth this time.""
+""Oh, you mean like this?"" He knelt between her legs and pressed his cock against her. ""Is that what you want?""
+""Mmm, yes.""
+He pushed slowly into her tightness. Her pussy surrounded his cock; it felt amazing. Everything they did together was like this. Sex was good, but love made it so much better.
+His thrusts were slow at first. Her bed, old, heavy thing that it was, squeaked horribly and they'd learned to move together so it made less noise. She raised her hips to meet his movements and ran her hands over him.
+He could never get tired of this.
+Neither of them could tolerate the slowness for long. His orgasm was too close, especially after another of hers contracted her pussy along the length of him. ""That feels so good,"" he said.
+""Feels even better from this end."" She pulled him down for a kiss.
+Lips locked together, they moved faster, harder. Her moans and noises echoed his own building orgasm, until finally they released together, she with another wordless cry that she didn't try to muffle this time, he with a grunt and aftershocks which lasted several seconds after the main orgasm.
+Still inside her, he lay on her, careful not to put too much of his weight on her. She wrapped her arms around him. ""What a nice way to wake up.""
+""It always is."" He kissed the tip of her nose. ""Good morning, beautiful."""
+186,Lustful Lyrics Ch. 04,bb_peaks,Chain Stories,2009-04-05,2009-04-05,2022-01-08 03:51:58,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/lustful-lyrics-ch-04,Janie's got a gun.,[''],3.88,"_Editor's Note: This is a story about incest and non-consent._
+*
+Janie's Got a Gun by Aerosmith, originally released in 1999.
+•••
+Beth grew strength from Janie. Janie took matters into her own hands. Aerosmith said so.
+ _But man, he had it comin'_    _Now that Janie's got a gun_    _She ain't never gonna be the same._
+Beth felt the same way about her dad, Mike. She hated the fact she had to move back in with he and her mom when she flunked out of college her sophomore year. Her choices were to live on the street or with them. Looking back, Beth wished she had chosen the streets.
+In the beginning, everything was great and just like it was before she left for college. Then her mom took the night shift job at the quickie mart and that's when she noticed Mike staring at her differently. It made Beth very uncomfortable.
+It was two weeks to the day after her mom started the new job, it happened. Mike knocked on her bedroom door to check on her. Beth remembered it as if it happened yesterday.
+•••
+""Are you okay, sweetie,"" he asked in a quiet voice. ""I heard noises and wanted to make sure you were okay.""
+""Uh huh,"" mumbled Beth as she tried to slide her vibrator under her pillow.
+""Are you sure?"" Mike asked. ""You don't want me to check under your bed or something?""
+""I'm not nine and scared of the boogie man,"" she told him, sarcastically. ""I'll be okay.""
+""If it's all the same, let me look.""
+Mike walked into Beth's room slowly and left the door cracked, allowing a small amount of light inside. He put his hand on the side of her quilt and peered underneath.
+""You are right,"" he told her. ""There is nothing under your bed. Sweet dreams.""
+Mike then bent to kiss her on the forehead. Beth raised her head to give him access to it. Instead of his breath landing on that part of her body she felt it on her lips a split second before his met hers.
+With her arms under the covers, she couldn't reach to push him off. She struggled to free her trapped arms as he lowered himself atop her and the covers. She felt his hardened penis against her leg and tried to scream out. He pressed his lips hard to hers and she found it difficult to breathe.
+""It's okay Bethie,"" said Mike. ""I'm not going to hurt you. I have loved you a long, long time and I just want to show you how much you mean to me.""
+With her eyes wide, she merely nodded that she understood. Her mind raced with thoughts of how to get out of this situation. She took all the safety courses she could in school and learned how to defend herself from an unknown attacker, but none of those classes covered what to do when you are under the covers in your own bed with your Dad on top of you.
+She began to cry. As tears streamed down her face, her father wiped them away.
+""It's going to be okay, sweetheart,"" he told her, softly. ""Daddy's not going to hurt you.""
+Beth decided to try a different tactic in the hopes he would leave her alone. She lay perfectly still and closed her eyes. Mike began to peel back the covers to reveal a tight-fitting sleep tank and boy shorts. He reached and pressed his hands against her mound and felt how wet she already was from using her vibrator.
+""My, my, my,"" Mike said. ""Looks like somebody's a little horny."" He pressed his hand hard against her mound and soaked shorts. Beth still didn't react. Instead she thought of what classes she wanted to take when she went back to school. She tried recalling the list of names and numbers on the catalog.
+Mike lowered his head and put his lips gently on her nipple through her white tank. He sucked long enough to get her shirt wet and saw the red bud of her firm Bs poking through.
+""You liked that, didn't you my sweetheart?"" Mike said. That brought Beth out of her trance-like state and she vigorously shook her head no.
+""Why are you doing this to me, daddy?"" Beth pleaded. ""What did I do to you?""
+""I told you. I just want to show you how much I love you.""
+He lowered his head and kissed her hard and forceful. He reached with one of his hands and grabbed her breast with the same amount of force and pinched and squeezed. Beth flinched and tried to think of the beach—calm waters, fresh drinks, and friends. Mike ripped her shirt down the center and brought his mouth to her waiting nipple.
+He sucked hard and fast, bringing it to a taut peak. He massaged her other breast with his hand and ground his hardened cock into her shorts. Beth kept her eyes closed. He took his hand off her breast and slid it into her shorts, taking time to rub her clit before forcing a finger deep inside her.
+   Beth cried out and pounded her fists against her father. ""Don't do this to me!"" she pleaded. Mike, in his own world, didn't hear her as he slid her shorts down her legs. He braced himself and entered her hard and fast. Beth shook her head as tears streamed down her face.
+Mike saw her tears and slowed his assault. He leaned down and whispered into Beth's ear.
+""Honey. Please don't cry. I want you to see how much I love and want you."" He then pressed his lips ever so lightly on her cheek and kissed away her tears. It took Beth's mind off what was happening just long enough for her to close her eyes. The tension left her body and her hips began to thrust up to meet her Dad.
+This excited Mike more than he expected. He kissed her softly on her lips before sliding his tongue in her mouth in time with his cock in her moistness. She began to moan and writhe against him. He could feel her pussy clench on his dick as she climaxed. Mike thrust into her two more times before he spilled his seed deep into his daughter.
+He wasn't worried about her getting pregnant. He knew she took her birth control pills because she left the packet in the bathroom. Mike kissed her on the forehead before getting off Beth.
+""Thank you sweetie,"" he said as he left her room.
+Beth waited until she heard his bedroom door shut before she ran to the bathroom. She began crying again as she jumped into the shower. She couldn't believe she let her guard down and allowed herself to cum with her father.
+•••
+That first time was almost a year ago to the day. Beth started planning what she'd like to do to her dad shortly after the second time—a quickie in the bathroom where she sucked his cock until he came in her mouth.
+She bought a gun from a local pawnshop and went to the gun range on her days off. The owner showed her the proper way to load the .9mm. She took pleasure each time she pulled the trigger. The paper target was Mike, her dad. She found herself thinking about the last time he put his hands on her, two nights ago. She didn't know which was worse, him fucking her or her enjoying it.
+She placed her target on the frame and pushed the button to send it down range. She placed her earplugs in her ears and donned her shooting glasses. She remembered how gentle he was with her body. He moved his hands slowly up and down her until he felt her become like putty in his hands. She hated the gentleness more than when he was rough.
+Thinking about his mouth wrapped around her breast and sucking, she fired her first shot, low and to the left of the center. As she recalled first one finger and then another sliding in and out of her moistness as she bucked to meet his hand, the second round hit the target—low and to the right.
+She always shot where his crotch would be on her target. Each time the manager came over to comment on how low she shot, she would correct her aim and hit the target dead center. As soon as he walked away though, she hammered the lower part of the target with the remaining rounds before gathering her gear and heading home.
+She placed the gun, loaded, in the top drawer of her nightstand. Her heart pounded in her chest as she went through her usual bedtime routine. Her mom worked tonight so she knew Mike would be coming to her. She grabbed her mp3 player and turned it on. It only held one song.
+She sang along to the song
+ _Janie's got a gun_    _Her whole world's come undone_    _From looking straight at the sun_    _What did her daddy do?_    _What did he put you through?_
+Her mom came into her room to tell her she was leaving. Beth waved and went back to singing. She mentally mapped out all she planned to do to her dad when he came to her room tonight. Knowing it was the last time; Beth made a decision that she would make this a very memorable moment for her father.
+She finished getting ready for bed like she always did and lay there waiting to hear her door open. He never knocked anymore. Just a quick open and close and he took over her space. As soon as the door shut, Beth took three calming breaths and willed herself to relax.
+""Daddy's here pumpkin,"" said Mike. ""Let me show you how much I love you."" The pet names changed often but the love message remained the same each time. Beth lay on her side with her back facing the door. Mike came over and touched his daughter's shoulder through her blanket.
+Beth forced a smile on her face as she turned. When Mike slid the covers down his daughter's lithe body, his breath caught in his throat. She lay there naked, her hand placed over her mound. Mike's member immediately sprung to life and he began stroking it in time with his daughter's ministrations of her moist pussy.
+Beth closed her eyes and pretended it wasn't her dad now fondling her breast. She focused instead on her song and smiled. Mike took that for pleasure on his daughter's part and lowered his lips to her hardening bud. He stopped stroking his cock and took her pert nipple in his mouth and tugged it with his teeth.
+He massaged her other breast with his hand before moving it lower and sliding his finger up and down her clit. Beth moaned and moved her hips against his hands. This turned Mike on even more. She never responded to his touch this quickly. He kissed his way down her flat stomach and parted her thighs before planting a kiss on each one.
+Beth spread her legs a little wider for him. Mike took his time moving his tongue over her clit. She clinched her hands into the sheets and moaned as he sucked on her swelling bud. He used his fingers to part her pussy before sliding first one finger and another deep inside her. He then slid his tongue between the two fingers.
+Beth cried out as she came on her father's face. Her orgasm almost sent Mike over the edge. He liked the way she reacted and responded tonight and wanted it to last as long as possible. Beth had other plans. As soon as Mike stood up and removed his sleep pants, she hopped off the bed and pushed him down on it.
+Startled, Mike looked up at his daughter.
+""What's this?"" he asked.
+""It's only fair I repay you for all your 'loving' generosity,"" she replied.
+She climbed atop her dad and planted a kiss on his lips. She explored the inside of his mouth with her tongue. She ran her hands up and down his chest as her tongue slid in and out of his mouth. Beth trailed kisses down Mike's chest. She bit his nipples and he cried out, wanting more.
+He held his breath as his daughter positioned her mouth over his throbbing hardness. She slowly lowered her lips over his cock. Mike closed his eyes and moaned. She wrapped her fingers around his balls as her mouth gently slid down the shaft.
+When she reached the base, she squeezed his balls before sliding her mouth back up him. Mike enjoyed the sensation of her lips on him and knew he couldn't take much more. Beth didn't' want him to cum just yet either, so she stopped sucking him before straddling his legs.
+She glanced at her nightstand before she lowered her pussy to his throbbing, pre-cum soaked dick. She began to buck up and down on him hard and fast. Mike reached up and grabbed both her breasts and twisted them. Beth threw her head back and rode the wave of her orgasm as long as she could. She heard Mike say he was exploding inside her.
+She knew she missed her chance to blow his brains out on her bed with him buried deep inside her. She waited for him to stop trembling before climbing off him and walking away—again a first. She went to the bathroom and hurriedly took a shower. She knew he would leave her room and return to his. She had 10 minutes before he would return to her room to make sure she ""loved"" his loving.
+She dressed as fast as she could. It was time for plan B. She grabbed her bag she packed earlier from the closet and took out the letter and placed it on the center of her bed.
+With one last look back at her room, she opened her bedroom window and climbed out, leaving her childhood home for the last time. Two minutes later, Mike opened the door to give his speech and spotted the yellow piece of paper on the bed. He picked it up and began to read as he sat down.
+Mike crumpled up the letter from Beth and tossed it onto the ground. He leaned over the bed and opened the top drawer taking out the .9mm. He sat up on the bed with the gun held in his lap. He knew his life was over.
+The light of the new day, shone through the bedroom window. Beth's mom opened the front door and placed her foot on the bottom step, ready to make her way slowly upstairs. Mike heard his wife make her trek up the steps and made his decision. A loud explosion and thump and it was over."
+187,Lustful Lyrics Ch. 05,TE999,Chain Stories,2009-05-16,2009-05-16,2022-01-08 03:51:59,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/lustful-lyrics-ch-05,Katie and Allie thwart a blackmailer.,['Blackmail'],4.64,"**Chapter 05: From a Window**
+***
+Late yesterday night,
+I saw a light shine from a window,
+And as I looked again,
+Your face came into sight.
+***
+I first met Allie in a sandwich shop down the street from where I work. It was crowded as usual, but I ordered my usual pastrami on rye with spicy mustard and a black cherry soda then looked around for a place to sit. I saw a smartly dressed woman with long black hair motioning for me to sit at her table by the window. I wended my way through the throng and sat down.
+""Thanks for letting me sit with you,"" I extended my hand, ""I'm Katie.""
+""Hi Katie,"" She shook my hand, ""I'm Allie, nice to meet you. I hate eating alone, don't you?""
+I dug into my sandwich and nodded. She looked to be in her mid-forties, stylishly dressed in a business suit, makeup perfect, smooth skin, like a model out of _Vogue._ I suddenly felt as sloppy as I probably looked in my usual sweatshirt and blue jeans, my blonde hair a fright wig and no make-up. Where I work, we dress for comfort, besides I hadn't felt much like fixing myself up since my divorce.
+My ex had become enamored of a 24 year old fitness instructor at his gym and the feeling was mutual. Soon they were exercising in her bed four days a week, while I carried blithely on being the good wife. I came home from working late one evening to find a 'Dear Jane' note on the fridge and his closet empty. Suddenly I was alone.
+""Helloo Earth to Katie.""
+I jerked out of my reverie to see Allie grinning, her head cocked to one side.
+""I…I'm sorry. That was rude of me. It's just…""
+I gave her the quick and dirty version of my current status in life. She smiled sympathetically and took my hand in hers. Her skin was smooth and warm. I felt a tingle down my spine.
+""What brings you to town, Allie?""
+""I had a meeting with my publisher this morning. Her office is just around the corner from here. She recommended this place for lunch.""
+She hesitated for a moment, and then lightly squeezed my hand again.
+""I'm so glad I took her advice.""
+I suddenly realized we had been holding hands for several minutes. I never even noticed. It seemed so right. Neither of us pulled away.
+""Do you have anything on this Friday night, Katie?""
+""No, I don't.""
+""I have two tickets for an exclusive showing of D.W. Griffith's classic silent film 'Intolerance'. The print has been cleaned and digitally enhanced. Members of the City Philharmonic Orchestra will provide musical accompaniment from the original score.""
+""I'd like that very much. Thank you for asking me.""
+""Wonderful. Let's meet around seven thirty at the Rialto Theater.""
+""What shall I wear?""
+""Dress and heels will be fine. Bring a wrap as the theater is often chilly.""
+We chatted for a while longer, and then a glance at the clock told me I had overstayed my lunch hour. We reluctantly parted company as Allie flagged down a cab, waving good bye to me through the window. Walking back to the office I was missing her already. Friday couldn't arrive fast enough to suit me.
+***
+Allie and I enjoyed the movie immensely. We spent most of it with our heads together whispering about what we were seeing or had seen. She had worn a simple black dress that fit snugly, heels and no stockings. I had rooted through my closet and found a blue knit and matching heels that I had worn to my cousins wedding. The subtle scent of her perfume filled my nostrils as our bare shoulders and legs touched and I found myself becoming aroused. We leaned together as closely we could over the armrest and at one time she nuzzled my neck and I stroked her arm in response.
+By the time the movie ended and the house lights went up we were roaring hot. I had two brief lesbian romances in college, but neither of them held a candle to my feelings towards Allie. We wasted no time getting to the ladies room, going in the far stall and kissing hungrily as our hands roamed. Allie's hand was on my pussy and mine on hers, pushing our flimsy panties aside as our fingers sank into delicious warmth and wetness. Stifling our moans with deep kisses, we eagerly finger fucked each other, thumbs rubbing clits as we climbed toward orgasm. Allie's body shook and she came hard, drenching my hand; a second later my back arched and I flooded her fingers with cum. I moved to kneel down, but she stopped me.
+""No! Not now, not here. Come home with me. I want us to make love in comfort.""
+We composed ourselves, licking each other's fingers clean, and then all but running to where her Jaguar convertible was parked. Once inside we kissed repeatedly, rubbing each other's gooey pussies until Allie pushed away with an effort started the car and we were off to her home.
+Weaving skillfully through the late evening traffic, we took a road out of town passing large homes on tree dotted acreage until we arrived at a colorfully painted three story Victorian, turned into the drive and stopped beneath an ornate Porte-cochere. We were out of the car in an instant, kicking off our heels in the hall and running upstairs to a huge third floor bedroom dominated by a massive bed.
+Stripping off our clothes, we tumbled onto the crisp white sheets, hugging and kissing. Allie rolled me on my back, cupping my breasts in her hands as she sucked my stiff nipples and rubbed her knee against my drenched pussy. I gripped the headboard as I felt my orgasm building under the dual sensations. I ground my crotch against my lover's knee and erupted in a screaming orgasm.
+In a flash, Allie's face was in my pussy, licking and sucking, her tongue driving me wild as it wiggled between my engorged labia. When she sucked my clit between her lips and laved it with her tongue, I spread my legs wide and spurted warm juices in her face, my body jerking with the force of my orgasm. She continued to lick tenderly until I calmed, and then crawled up and we embraced.
+Catching my breath, I said ""That was wonderful. Now it's my turn to please you.""
+Allie kissed me on the nose, went on her hands and knees and shook her ass in invitation. I eased her head on the pillow, then ran my tongue up and down over her pussy and puckered hole; her moans exciting me further. Coating her asshole with saliva, I worked my index finger inside, and then began licking her pussy. Moving my finger in and out, I darted my tongue deep between the pink walls, her cries becoming louder as I orally fucked her.
+She was already worked into a fever pitch, and within minutes her body shook and filled my mouth with her love honey as she shrieked in ecstatic release. I continued licking her until she had a second powerful orgasm and then lay prostrate on the rumpled sheets, breathing in gasps. I crawled up to her and we snuggled, overcome by the intensity of our lovemaking.
+I need to develop more tact instead of just blurting out what's on my mind, but when I said ""This house is beautiful. How can you afford it?"" She smiled, reached into a nightstand drawer and handed me a paperback entitled 'Death Rides the Trail' with a cowboy shooting guns on the cover. The author was Zachariah Comstock; she grinned and said ""That's me.""
+""You're Zachariah Comstock?""
+She handed me more paperbacks from the drawer; science fiction, war, fantasy, secret agent and romance titles, each with a different author.
+""You wrote all these books? How many have you written so far?""
+""I honestly don't know. I stopped counting around two hundred. I can always check with my editor.""
+""That was a rhetorical question, love. How many words do you write in a day?""
+""On a good day, about nine thousand, I work on two or three at once. I get stale on one, I work on another. You seem to know about writing, are you an author as well?""
+""I wish. I'm chief sub-editor of the daily 'Press-Intelligencer'. I correct what others write. My own writing skills leave something to be desired. Those who can't do teach and all that.""
+I finally looked about at my surroundings. Large double hung windows in two walls let in pale moonlight filtered through huge trees surrounding the house. The effect was that of being in a forest canopy; somewhere in the distance an owl hooted.
+I arose and stood at a window, a light breeze through the screen cool on my bare skin.
+""This is so beautiful, Allie. How can you tear yourself away to write?""
+""Discipline, love,"" she said, rubbing her firm breasts against my back and kissing my shoulders. ""Come to bed, we've only begun our journey into pleasure.""
+She was right. Exhausted and content, we fell happily asleep in each other's arms as the sun came up.
+***
+Oh, I would be so glad,
+Just to have a love like that,
+Oh, I would be so true,
+And I'd live my life for you.
+***
+The days and weeks rolled by as Allie and I fell deeper in love. We attended gallery showings, plays, movies and other events we enjoyed; then we'd go to my condo or her house and make love all night. She soon convinced me to share her bed permanently, so I leased my condo and moved in. I found a red Miata convertible in the drive with a sign on the windshield 'Happy Commuting Katie'. We fucked each other with a strap-on that night until we were thoroughly satiated.
+Then one day at work my cell phone warbled, it was Allie.
+""Hi baby, what's goin' on?""
+""Katie honey, I need you to come home. It's an emergency. Please!""
+It's a wonder I didn't have a fistful of traffic tickets by the time I skidded to a stop in the drive, dashed into the house and took the stairs two at a time to Allie's study where she did her writing.
+She was slumped in her desk chair staring at the computer screen, tears glistening on her cheeks. She saw me come rushing in, stood up and held her arms out. I held her tight as she sobbed against my shoulder. In a few minutes she had composed herself and I led her to the couch under the window.
+""What's wrong, my love? What has you upset?""
+""I received an e-mail today. There was a video clip attached. It was us making love in the bedroom using the strap-on. The e-mail said there was a lot more where that came from and unless they receive one hundred thousand dollars by the end of the month, they'll send copies to every media outlet and post it on the internet.""
+""Do 'they' have a name?'
+""It was signed 'The Night Stalker', sent from a webmail box.""
+""My, how original. Let's see that video.""
+It was us alright, in close up and in color. They had a directional mic that picked up every moan and squish as I fucked Allie's brains out. Our faces were clearly visible. How in the hell did they get those vids?
+""I don't have that kind of money, baby. Most of my profits are tied up in various investments. What are we going to do? We'll be ruined.""
+I began to pace up and down as I always do when I'm thinking. Allie began to cry again. I was raving mad, but I forced myself to stay calm. Finally, I stood at the window watching the birds fluttering in the trees, my mind racing. Then it hit me. The tree! The bastards climbed the tree by our window!
+""Put on some shoes, love. I know how they got the vid. We're going outside.""
+Sure enough, there were gouges from climbing spikes up the trunk of the majestic sycamore closest to our bedroom window.
+""Motherfuckers,"" Allie said disgustedly. I couldn't help but grin. She was soft spoken and rarely used profanity. ""What do we do now?""
+I didn't answer her. We knew the how and the why, but not how they found out about us and who was behind the blackmail scheme. Then, gazing upwards into the leafy canopy, I had a light bulb moment.
+""There's a guy I know in IT at the paper. He's a genius. I bet he's got a way to trace whoever sent that e-mail. Once we know who, then we can figure out how to get that tape back.""
+""I knew you'd think of something,"" Allie said happily. She took my hand. ""Let's go upstairs. We need a little togetherness in the midst of this bullshit.""
+Leaving a trail of clothing on the stairs, we tumbled into bed, hugging and kissing, so happy and in love. The kisses became deeper, hands began to roam, her fingers began a familiar dance in my pussy and my hips rose to meet them. She pivoted on the mattress and lowered her juicy cunt to my mouth, all the while rapidly finger fucking me.
+I buried my face between her labial lips, my tongue swirling against the pink walls; she jerked and cried out as she ground her pussy on my face. I dipped a finger in her plentiful juices, and then worked it into her tight, puckered asshole. My back arched as she inserted four fingers in my cunt, her thumb rubbing my clit.
+I sucked her clit, fingering her pussy and asshole as she fisted me; God it felt so damn good I never wanted to stop. When we both came, it's a wonder our screams didn't have somebody calling the cops. We cooked dinner naked, fed each other from our plates like teenagers, took a long soak in the Jacuzzi and went to sleep in each other's arms. We were gonna be all right.
+***
+""This guy thinks he's clever. You call that a firewall? Why not give me a tough one?""
+Allie and I sat on the couch in her office watching Jeremy's fingers fly over the keyboard as he muttered to himself. When Allie answered the door and saw a gangly youth wearing a 'Linux Rules' tee shirt, ripped cargo shorts and flip- flops standing there, she almost said 'we don't need any magazines, today', then called for me.
+He reminded me of a magician with a bag of tricks. Extracting various things from his pockets and connecting them to the computer, he disappeared into cyber world until he finally asked ""You know anyone named Duke Lukeman?""
+""Fuck! That's my sneaking ex, that sonofabitch. Is he the one behind this?""
+""Looks that way. Those e-mails originated from a computer registered to him; the ISP account is in his name.""
+""So he knows about us?"" Allie sighed. ""Now what are we going to do?""
+""I didn't live with that cheating bastard for twelve years and not learn the way he thinks. Jeremy, we're going to need your help.""
+***
+""He's in the tree,"" Allie whispered, the blinking red detector light freeze framing her face in a rosy glow.
+""Let's give him a few more minutes, and then we'll make our move; let him get really caught up in it.""
+'It' was the two of us going at it like famished sailors, only behind a gauzy curtain on a hi-def video screen with stereo sound courtesy of Jeremy, who also installed the tree alarm. We owed that young man big time, but he wouldn't take anything for his trouble saying he was glad to help.
+Hiding in the dark by the utility shed, we giggled at the moans and shrieks coming from upstairs. We couldn't see into the tree, but we knew he was up there. Glancing at my watch's glowing dial, I saw ten minutes had passed since the alarm had gone off and we'd sneaked outside.
+""Let's go.""
+We opened the shed doors and pulled our rubber tired utility cart filled to overflowing with split wood and cardboard boxes over to the base of the tree. The lovemaking noises from upstairs masked the sounds of us stacking our burden at the tree's base. When we were ready, Allie lit my propane torch and I screamed ""You're gonna die, you bastard. Blackmail us will you.""
+I set fire to the cardboard which began blazing merrily. We had no intention of burning the tree, just scaring the shit out of him until he gave us the tape.
+""Ohmygawd…please don't hurt me…please…please…I'll come down, just don't hurt me!""
+We looked at each other in surprise. _That's a woman's voice._
+A video camera came hurtling down, smashing against the piled wood.
+""There's the camera. Please don't hurt me.""
+I sprayed the burning cardboard with the extinguisher.
+""C'mon down then, the fires out.""
+A rain of leaves and twigs fell on us, followed by a pair of shapely bare legs shinnying down the trunk. They belonged to a petite blonde woman wearing tight shorts and a red tee shirt bearing the slogan 'Heather's Fitness Service'. It was her. The woman my rat ex had abandoned me for.
+She dropped to the ground and stood shaking in fear. I guess we looked pretty scary all dressed in black with scarves over our faces. I snuffed the torch and pulled down my scarf. Allie did the same.
+""Why were you up there?"" I said menacingly. ""Where's your partner? He not have the balls to come back?""
+The girl began to cry and I weakened. I went over and hugged her while she sobbed, then composed herself. The poor kid was scared to death.
+""He…he said I had to do it this time since I was getting half the money. I didn't want to, but he said if I didn't I'd get nothing and he'd blame everything on me.""
+""Sounds like Duke, always conniving and getting others to do his dirty work. Whatever the reason is that you're involved you're in this mess up to your eyeballs. Listen Heather, if you cooperate with us we'll stand up for you with the cops.""
+""I'll do whatever you want me to. He said he knew a way to get money so I could start my own fitness salon. Next thing I knew he showed me the video of you two making love and started talking blackmail. He said he knew you were keeping a low profile because of your careers. He said you'd pay big to keep this out of the media.""
+She paused for breath, her face flushed.
+""Where is he now?"" Allie said in a low voice.
+""At the apartment, he's waiting for me to call and tell him I have the pictures.""
+""Allie, you and Heather get in the Jag, I'm gonna turn that movie off and then we're going to see Duke.""
+***
+Heather rang the apartment's doorbell then knocked as we stood against the wall out of range of the peephole.
+""Duke Sweetie. My key won't work. Please open the door.""
+The lock clicked and the door opened.
+""Why the hell didn't you call me…?""
+Heather stepped aside and we barged in. For once his ruggedly handsome face wasn't wearing it's customary half-grin but was contorted in surprise. He backed away as we moved toward him, his eyes that of a cornered animal.
+He stumbled over a hassock and Allie was on him like a duck on a June bug. She slammed him against a wall and held him there. Duke outweighed her by a good hundred pounds and was a head taller, but she was consumed with fury and he didn't stand a chance.
+""Where are those tapes, you sonofabitch? Give them to me now or I'll rip your fucking dick off and make you eat it.""
+My mouth gaped in surprise. My sweet, ladylike Allie had become an avenging angel.
+""I…I don't know what you're talking about.""
+""You fucking well know what I'm talking about, you bastard. Don't play games with me.""
+She reached down and squeezed his crotch, hard. He squawked and fell to his knees.
+""That's just a sample. I want those tapes, motherfucker.""
+""Ohhhhh…shit…okay…okay…there's a box in the bedroom closet behind my golf clubs, they're in there.""
+""All of them? That better be all of them. Where's the camera?""
+""It's all of 'em I swear. Heather has the camera.""
+""Kate, get those tapes.""
+They were where he said they'd be…five cassettes. I searched the bedroom just to make sure and then went back in the living room. Duke was slumped in a chair looking like shit with Allie glowering down at him. It felt good to see him like that. I noticed Heather was sitting on the couch not looking at him, her face solemn.
+""They're all here, babe.""
+""Are you sure? I don't trust this scum.""
+""That's all of them,"" Heather said meekly, ""The original and four copies. I suppose you're calling the police now.""
+I looked at Allie and she winked.
+""Nope, we have what we came for. If my charming ex here doesn't have another blackmail scheme up his sleeve, we'll call it even.""
+Duke groaned but said nothing.
+""Can I go with you?"" Heather said, standing up. ""I don't think I want to stay here tonight,"" she paused, ""With him.""  
+Allie looked at me and I winked.
+""Pack some things, we have plenty of room.""
+Duke mumbled something and tried to rise, Allie shoved him back.
+""Don't even try it. If it wasn't for that poor girl your sorry ass would be in jail right now. So sit down and shut up.""
+This was a side to Allie I'd never seen. I loved her even more at that moment.
+Heather emerged from the bedroom pulling two suitcases and we left. I never looked back. I used to wonder why Duke had abandoned me; I kept my figure from college, always dressed nicely and wore makeup, kept the house spotless, brought in a steady paycheck while he jumped from one dealership to another as a car salesman. Now I saw him as he really was, a selfish bastard who did whatever suited him and screw everyone else. Good riddance.
+***
+Sitting around the kitchen table drinking tea and nibbling on cookies, Heather told us how she had met Duke at the gym and how he seemed so kind and loving. He told her he was divorced (the rat) and literally charmed the pants off her. Once he'd moved in and their sex wasn't as thrilling, he began drifting back to his old ways. By then she was totally smitten and overlooked as much as she could. The blackmail scheme was the last straw.
+Allie showed her a guest room and the adjoining bath, bid her goodnight and went upstairs where I was waiting in the Jacuzzi. We were snuggled together in bed and drifting into sleep when there was a knock on the door. It was Heather.
+We told her to come in and I switched on a bedside lamp. She was wearing a wisp of cloth masquerading as a nightgown and nothing else; her toned and tanned body putting any Playboy bunny to shame.
+""I didn't mean to disturb you. I just wanted to thank you both for your generosity and compassion."" She hesitated. ""When I watched you making love this evening I thought it was so beautiful. I found myself becoming excited. I've never seen anything like it.""
+I sat up. ""So you've never seen women make love?""
+""Duke rented some porno DVD's once. Said they would enhance our sex life. Your lovemaking was so sweet, not nasty like those women in the movies.""
+Allie sat up, her full breasts swaying. We looked at each other and smiled.
+""Would you like to join us, Heather?""
+She nodded, her nightgown drifted to the floor and she crawled between us.
+We kissed and caressed Heather, sucking her thick nipples and rubbing her clit. I dipped my head between her thighs and licked her pussy while Allie kissed her and stroked her breasts. She howled in pleasure as she came, grinding her wet cunt against my face.
+We changed positions. Allie tongue fucked her and I soul kissed her, letting her taste her juices in my mouth. She had another back arching climax and squirted into Allie's mouth. She was insatiable and we kept at it all night long. Heather was a natural pussy licker and I almost fainted when she ate me out. Dawn was breaking as we fell asleep in a tangle of arms and legs, exhausted and happy.
+Allie burned the tapes in the trash barrel; Heather moved in and soon had us slimmed down and toned up. I came out to my colleagues at the paper and Heather to her personal training clients; almost everyone was supportive. When Allie told her publisher she was in a relationship with two other women, she laughed and told Allie she was jealous. I sometimes wonder how different my life would have been if I'd brown bagged it on that day Allie and I met. But I didn't and I'm happy.
+I must run, Heather has us doing ab crunches and I need to limber up. Bye.
+***
+So meet me tonight,
+Just where a light shines from a window,
+And as I take your hand,
+Say that you'll be mine tonight.
+***
+ _Song: 'From a Window'. Performed by Billy J. Kramer with the Dakotas. Lyrics and music by John Lennon and Paul McCartney._"
+188,Lustful Lyrics Ch. 07,Bakeboss,Chain Stories,2010-01-11,2010-01-11,2022-01-08 03:52:02,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/lustful-lyrics-ch-07,I kissed a girl and I liked it.,['Lesbian'],4.17,"_A tribute to 'I Kissed a Girl' by Katy Perry released 2008._
+*
+Dear Diary, I'm sorry I've taken so long to write in you but it's been such a busy fun filled weekend I just didn't have time. With both my bbf Kimberly and me turning eighteen this weekend, it all just turned into one big party. When Kimmy's parents had to leave town on her birthday they felt so badly they allowed me to spend the weekend with her. As soon as we heard their car door slam we called our boyfriends and invited them over and Diary right then I just knew it would be a weekend of firsts for yours truly.
+Diary you know my boyfriend Chase, well, he brought booze with him, I think he stole it from his mom's house. I thought it would be soo hot, I was ready to give up my cherry to Chase anyway and this would be a perfect time to do it (it would be like me giving a present to Chase for my birthday) plus I'd get to try booze for the first time.
+Then just like that, everything turned to shit. First Kimmy and Jason had a big fight cause he didn't bring her a present and then he stormed out. I told Chase he wasn't gonna get any (so no present for him) because I couldn't leave my BFF alone on her birthday. We played a drinking game but both Kim and I hated the taste of the booze so we quit playing. Diary, how do people drink that stuff, anyway Chase said he liked it but I think he was just trying to be 'The man,' (you know what I mean). What happened is Chase got drunk and then he got sick and ended up throwing up in the toilet and sleeping in the bathroom all night. Yeah I know Dairy, how romantic; sometimes I think men are just not worth it.
+That left just me and Kim, which is OK because I have more fun with her than I ever do with Chase. We got into our nighties, I wore that sexy one, you know the one I hid from my mom, cause I, well you know, I was gonna do it with Chase so I wanted to look good. Kim just wore her old baby doll that she's had since she was like 16 but she still looked cute in it. Kimmy teased me saying she could see my nipples right through my nighty but I just said 'Duh I was trying to turn on my boyfriend, of course now he's drunk and passed out' (note to you Dear Diary I will never drink).
+We turned on the tube to E and you'll never guess who was on, OK I'll tell you it was Paris. You know I hate her but Kimmy thinks she so hot. I asked her why and she said that Paris gets to do anything she wants and she doesn't care what anybody says. I asked her what if she just walked up to you and kissed you on the mouth and Kim said that would be hot so I said what if I kissed you on the mouth. I'm telling you Diary it was like my words just hung there in the air, everything stopped and Kim had this funny look on her and then I just did it I leaned over and kissed her full on the lips. Honest Diary, it was supposed to be a joke but it was like magic, her lips were so soft and I could taste the cherry Chapstick she always likes to wear.
+Diary I don't know what happened I guess she was just too hard to resist and we kissed again. I know it's wrong but it felt so good, I remember I kept hoping that Chase stayed passed out in the bathroom. It all started out as no big deal but Diary I learned that Kim is a bitchen makeout and once I started, there was no way I could stop. We forgot about the TV, we forgot about Chase and we forgot about how wrong it is for two girls to kiss. It was when I felt Kimmy's cute little nipples rubbing against my big ol' nasty ones that I realized we were headed down a dangerous road. When our nipples touched, it was like an electric shock and I just pushed away, then I stood up real fast.
+We were both embarrassed casuse we knew we'd gone too far. We turned off the TV and went to bed spending the night sleeping in each other's arms (it was innocent I swear). In the morning, I got up to pee and there was Chase still sleeping with his arms around the toilet (disgusting) so I used the other loo. When I came back, Kim was still asleep on top of the covers. I sat beside her, just looking at my BFF, you know Dairy she is just so cute. Her nighty had pulled up exposing those precious little boobies of hers. Gosh, Diary I guess I'm glad I got big ones because the boys like them so much but Kim's are so damned adorable it makes me wish I could go without a bra sometimes. I looked at Kimmy's tiny little nipples all hard from being exposed to the cold morning air and it made me think about the night before when they were rubbing against mine. I swear I was getting wet down there and believe me Dairy I was getting ideas and kinda wishing that maybe we shouldn't have stopped when we did. Just when I was thinking about climbing back in bed with Kim I heard Chase calling my name. Don't worry Dairy he didn't 'get' any and right now I'm thinking he might never get any, but Kim, well I don't know but I sure am tempted. That's all for now, dear Diary but I promise to fill you in on the details about Kim's sleepover here tomorrow night."
+189,Lustful Lyrics Ch. 09,xelliebabex,Chain Stories,2013-03-06,2013-03-06,2022-01-08 03:52:04,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/lustful-lyrics-ch-09,For You (The Rabbit Song).,['Music'],4.1,"Abby sat in an internet cafe, close to work typing in the code that gave her the allotted internet time she had paid for. The bare minimum of one hour. The knots that had formed in her stomach twisted once more, and she took her shaky hands from the keyboard and looked around furtively. Kids wagging school hammered at keyboards as they played MMORPG's and several random lost looking backpackers stared at the screens. She breathed deeply and raised her hands to the keys again.
+The rabbit shaped card sat beside the computer keyboard face down, a single website was printed on the back, no name, no other distinguishing marks. It had arrived on her desk at work this morning attached to a small bunch of brightly coloured wildflowers. Abby knew who had sent it deep within her heart, and she had resisted the urge to log onto the website until now. She sat silently tears misting her eyes as she stared at the screen, the song singing quietly from the headphones she had left hanging around her neck, ""Run rabbit run.""
+The images on the screen were lurid, and the young pet girl, leashed, bound and in varying poses looked back at the voyeur with a small teasing smile. Abby barely recognised the girl anymore and a verse of the song playing appeared on the screen as it sung through the headphones.
+""I over-ride objections - I'm not listening to ""no""   The only thing to ask yourself - is how far d'you want to go?   Cause you're warm and wet and willing - and your heart betrays you too   When you gonna wake up and let this dream come true?""
+Abby clicked the website closed and took a deep breath. She had built a whole new life for herself over the last decade. She had moved to the opposite end of the country taking a job as a hotel clerk in an exclusive resort. She had a quick mind and an eagerness to please. Even the most demanding guest was never too much trouble for her. Her personality and work ethic saw her given management training, and she had quickly advanced to a management positions, and that allowed her to travel and move within the chain of resorts. She never stayed in one city longer than two years.
+Hiding in plain sight, in crowded resort towns along the coast, she had allowed herself to believe he had let her go. She barely resembled the girl in the pictures on the website anymore, not physically nor emotionally. She had done a lot of growing up since then. She gathered her things and stood surprised at how shaky her legs felt beneath her and walked out into the sunlight.
+Lifting her face to the sun Abby took a deep breath, and walked back toward work her mind working over why he had contacted her now. Just to scare her, to torment her, to reclaim his property? Surely not, it had been so long, she was not the nubile young girl from so long ago. The song stayed in her head rolling around words of love, but she knew it wasn't love, it was obsession and power that drove the man she had run from so many years ago.
+One of the benefits of the management package she enjoyed the hotel chain she worked for was that he had a room to live in. It was modest by the hotels standards, but it suited her to have people around her constantly. She felt safer somehow in a crowd than she ever did alone. Walking past the maintenance manager she smiled and joked lightly about current drama's of guests and went to her room.
+She figured she was being watched as the flowers had arrived here at the hotel, she could run, she had some savings but then what? She wasn't the young naive girl he had taken to his remote cattle station and imprisoned anymore. She was older, wiser and lacked the prettiness of youth. Once he saw her he would realise she was not that same girl. She looked at her computer still debating calling HR and demanding immediate relocation as she had in the past when she felt she was being watched but shook her head. It was time to stop running.
+She dressed conservatively in a nondescript shift dress, with matching low heel pumps. She left her hair hanging loose and aware of her position in the hotel she left her makeup in place if slightly subdued as a small concession. Her heart raced as her mind remembered her previous life as his 'rabbit' and she packed a small case with all the things essential to her leaving it just inside her door. It didn't hurt to be prepared she counselled the part of herself who was trying to hold it all together and believe he would leave her alone once she spoke to him.
+""You can do this, Abby,"" she spoke softly to herself, ""Just say no."" Grabbing her hand bag she went looking for Brian the maintenance manager to ask him to retrieve the bag she had packed and put it in the luggage storage room behind the front desk. Reminding herself that she was a grown woman now, she walked to the bar to sit and wait for whatever was coming. The flowers had arrived yesterday, but she had worked the night shift and had worried over its meaning all night. Unable to sleep the following morning as much as she tried she had finally given up and walked the streets of the city window shopping until unable to resist any longer she had entered the internet cafe.
+Maybe he wouldn't come or be here. The thought flared hopefully. Maybe he had wanted to scare her into running again as she had twice before when she thought he might have located her. The words of the song sang in her head, ""Run rabbit run."" Stealing herself Abby walked into the bar of the hotel and pulled up a stool, it was time to stop running.
+Smiling at Roxanne as she approached from behind the counter she ordered a well needed drink and some nuts to nibble at realising she hadn't eaten all day. Brian came to find her some time later as he finished work for the day and sat on a stool beside her. ""Why the bag?"" He asked.
+Looking up at her friend she smiled, ""Earning my Boy Scout badges this week, always be prepared, dib-dib dob-dob and all that.""
+""Come have dinner with me,"" he smiled at her, ""You probably haven't eaten much as usual and that's what, your third drink?""
+""I'm sort of waiting for someone,"" Abby hedged.
+""More reason to eat. You don't want to be falling over drunk when they arrive,"" he laughed and helped her from the stool encouraging her to go with him.
+""Why do people think they can make me do whatever they want. Haven't I proved I can look after myself,"" she shot back angrily taking Brian by surprise.
+""I don't know what is going on with you tonight, but something is stressing you out,"" he looked at her trying to read her face, ""It might help to talk to a friend rather than drown your sorrows.""
+Abby shook her head, how could she tell this kind man that beneath this conservative appearance that she had been branded like an animal as belonging to the owner and master of Blue Ridge Station. She pulled at the high collar of the conservative dress almost feeling the leather of the shock collar around her neck once more as her thoughts became darker and the fear of returning to that time in her life wrapped its icy hand around her heart.
+Brian was looking at her closely his eyes full of concern. ""I'm sorry,"" she said, ""Food would be good. Thanks.""
+Brian also apologised, ""Meet you halfway,"" he smiled picking up two menu's from the bar and smiling. ""Let's grab a table in here though, it's uncomfortable eating up at the bar.""
+Abby was grateful for the company, and with no sign of David in the bar, she began to relax with Brian. Several work colleagues and residents of the corporate hotel joined them as the night wore on and the entertainment, a solo guitarist and singer began his first set. Once again Abby felt safe within the crowd. She allowed herself to forget for a while why she had come alone to the bar
+Close to midnight as the bar was winding down the musician thanked the crowd for a fantastic night and began his final song a request from the tall man in the back corner. Abby froze as she heard the first chords. Her head came up and looked around to the back corner of the bar and stared into the piercing blue eyes as the song sang around her, ""Run Rabbit Run.""
+Feeling brave with her friends around her and the false courage of alcohol coursing through her veins she excused herself and stood up shakily. Brian stood with her putting a hand on her arm, ""You look pale are you okay?""
+""Yeah going to the bathroom, I won't be long,"" she reassured the gruff man.
+Abby turned toward David and straightened her back, finally facing a man she had run from for over a decade. She felt her resolve crumble with each step she took, she knew here in this place he had no power over her, but she felt it none the less and by the time she stood close enough to talk to him her throat had constricted, barely letting out a squeak as she said, ""Hello, David.""
+If he was shocked that she had not called him Master, she could not see it as he looked down on her with a slight curl on his lips, ""It's been a long time Rabbit. Are you ready to come home?"" His voice was soft gentle even, and she was stunned by his question.
+""Surely you are joking,"" Abby gasped, ""It's been ten years you don't want me anymore.""
+""You all I ever think about, all I dream of too. You're always on my mind, always and for all time. I would travel anywhere to retrieve you. You are mine, Rabbit,"" he spoke calmly, he wasn't mad, he wasn't sad, he didn't even seem happy to see her. He spoke as if it was well known fact and as if he was picking her up after a day at work. He asked again, ""Are you ready to come home, Rabbit?""
+""No,"" she said, ""No, don't you get it? I don't want to go home with you, ever!""
+David didn't react as if he had heard her at all, ""I love you, Rabbit, and you love me too. You could not find someone to replace me or the way it is when we are together. We belong to each other, Rabbit, when are you going to realise that and accept what you have to do."" He spoke as if to a recalcitrant child. ""I will be in town for a few more days. I am staying at the Park Royal when you are ready to come to me.""
+Open mouthed, she stared unbelievably up at him, Abby said nothing. As always he was as immovable as a rock. He bent low and kissed her cheek murmuring in her ear, ""Don't take too long."" He walked out of the bar leaving her staring speechless after him.
+Returning to her friends she stayed for one last drink with them before returning to her room. She lay awake trying to make sense of his appearance and his calmness. She had expected anger and punishment when he finally found her, or disgust at how she had aged over the last ten years. Not the profession of love and the request to return home. Home she thought, Blue Ridge, his cattle station, had never been her home. It had been her prison.
+As Abby drifted off to sleep the image of him a decade earlier, sprang into her mind, tall and muscular with a weather worn face. He was the epitome of the rustic cowboy in his akubra and chambray shirt the first day she had met him. She had gone to the Ekka, the state fair in her part of the world, and being a city girl she had always liked visiting the animals that were entered in various 'best of breed' competitions.
+Bright and bubbly she wandered past stalls with her friends astonished at the sizes of some of the beasts on show. They had made their way to the animal nursery set up for children with pregnant mothers and baby animals. It was meant as a teaching part of the exhibition for school groups and those interested in animal husbandry.
+Abby had been rubbing noses with a baby rabbit when he strode into the building leading a red kelpie with a bulging belly to a stall close to where they stood. Abby had watched as the tall rugged man squatted next to the dog and stroked her softly, murmuring to her in a deep rumble. As if trained to deliver on command, the dog produced a litter of six pups to the astonished squeals of the watchers, all the while the man stroked the dogs head and murmured.
+Abby had held the bunny close stroking its soft fur as she watched on, the man looked up, and she met his eyes. The piercing blue gaze seemed to bore into her, and she looked away turning her eyes down the rabbit she held. When she looked up again he was again tending the dog, she was lapping at the wet pups as they struggled to reach her belly to suckle their first breakfast.
+Turning from the scene, Abby returned the rabbit to its pen and went with her friends to side show alley eager to see the new thrill seeking rides that had arrived at this year's fair. As the sky grew dark, the friends all trooped over to the stockman's bar where they could drink in the beer garden and still see the high fireworks of the display going on in the main arena. The bar was full of farmers and ranchers most still wearing hats even though the sun had long gone down.
+The girls had been flirting outrageously with the country boys who were happily plying them with drinks. Abby was enjoying the attention and fun of the rowdy bar and the people crammed into the small space. She was on her way to the toilets when she noticed the cowboy from the animal nursery leaning against a wall. His eyes flickered to her and he nodded in her direction before returning to his conversation, and she hurried on.
+Emerging from the bathroom Abby glanced over to where she had seen the cowboy, but he had disappeared from his spot against the wall. Returning to her friends she was surprised to find him nearby to their table talking with a group involving two of her friends. She was introduced to him and as she smiled and extended her hand he took it and within the noisy din had said, ""Hello Rabbit."" Believing he had just misheard her name she let it go and smiled, ""Hello, David,"" before joining in the conversations going on around her.
+Through flirtations and contacts made that night, the girls had managed to secure passes to enter the Ekka for the whole ten day duration free of charge. They had visited their new friends in the animal pens and watched the judging ceremonies of various breeds of farm animals. Abby visited the new mother kelpie and her pups each day always picking up a bunny to cuddle and hold while she was in the nursery, lamenting that it was such a shame rabbits were not able to be kept as domestic animals any longer in Australia.
+David seemed to be everywhere over the next few days as Abby and her friends visited the Ekka to see the country boys and their stock. Sitting in the small arena to watch the wood chopping he had appeared beside her, walking around the amazing mural like displays of fruit she had seen him watching her from the corner as he spoke to another man. Each time he greeted her he called her Rabbit despite her correction and repetition of her name.
+   He seemed to enjoy her frustration at having to correct him as his mouth quirked into a half smile each time. In the end, she gave up and just accepted that he was teasing her. Particularly after a trip to the animal nursery to see the red kelpie and her cute pups when David had been there, the laconic man approached her, ""You're missing your friend.""
+""Oh they're around,"" she pointed as two walked through the door following some several minutes after her arrival.
+""No,"" he said abruptly and turned walking to the rabbit pen, picking up a baby bunny by the scruff of its neck and placing it in her hand with a knowing smile. ""He misses you when you're not around,"" he said cryptically and turned his piercing blue gaze on her face again and smiled lopsidedly.
+The man confused her. He had a quiet foreboding presence. He was tall good looking but seemed to be more reserved than the other men who had arrived for the fair. She and her friends, on the other hand, were bright and bubbly enjoying the attention of men away from home and playing up in the big city. She found herself looking around for him more often as the fair began to draw to an end.
+She couldn't quite put her finger on what drew her to the tall silent man, he was handsome that was for sure, but there was something enigmatic about him, and her curiosity about him made her mind wander about him all the time. On the final day of the fair, she entered the animal nursery alone to say goodbye to the mother kelpie and her bunny friend, she was disappointed not to see him there. Perhaps it was best she told herself, to leave him as the enigmatic fantasy man she would be able to day dream about during her boring University lectures.
+Two months later, a friend who had been dating one of the cowboys they had met during that week had invited her to the Warwick Rodeo to watch him ride. She, in turn, had invited Abby and another friend to go with her on the long drive to the country town. It was there that David found her the day they arrived. He had stood back watching her several minutes before she felt the prickle of being watched against her neck and turned to find the source. She smiled as her eyes found him lounging against the fence near the stall she had been at buying ice cream.
+""Hello Rabbit,"" he had said as she got closer and she shook her head at him.
+""Abby, my name is Abby,"" she laughed, ""Hello David.""
+""Of course it is,"" he grinned at her then, ""It's nice to see you again, Rabbit. Come I have something to show you."" He held out his hand and she took it following him to a trailer parked off to the rear of the rodeo slightly apart from the many others. In a small pen, there was a red Kelpie pup jumping up and barking at the sight of her owner. Picking her up and handing her to Abby he smiled, ""You were there the day she was born.""
+Abby giggled as the dog licked her face in greeting and wriggled excitedly in her arms. ""She reminds me of you,"" David murmured, ""An excitable bitch, but I believe she can be trained to my liking."" Abby's head came up, and she blinked her eyes, the words 'excitable bitch' and 'trained' making her back stiffen in indignation, but the pup licked her excitedly and wriggled so much her attention was quickly taken away again.
+David just watched her as she petted and spoke to the pup, ""Such a pretty girl aren't you?"" Abby cooed at the puppy, ""You're so cute I wish I could take you home. Yes, I do."" She eventually put the squirming puppy back in her pen and smiled, ""What did you call her?""
+""Abby,"" he smirked, ""She reminded me of you as I said, excitable but she can be trained."" He watched her carefully and saw her stiffen at his words making his smirk bigger. He walked her back to the bustle of the rodeo in silence.
+""Not much of a talker, are you?"" She laughed.
+""Seems a waste if I don't have anything to say,"" he shot back.
+They spent a great deal of the three day rodeo together after that, getting to know each other as dating couple might. Abby was entranced by him. Always in control and quiet to the point of almost seeming moody. If one was to look up laconic in the dictionary, Abby thought, his picture would be there. It made her feel special though, that the rare smiles he gave seemed to be saved for her.
+She found he lived on a cattle station called Blue Ridge, it was his family's station, but he had built his own house and lived quite independently from them. It was an extremely large ranch, and he and his brother had both built houses there but were still a good half hours drive from each other and their parents. Abby couldn't even imagine how immense the station the truly was. At the grand old age of twenty-seven David's parents had been forcing him to attend as many of these social events as possible in the hopes he would find a girl to settle down with as his brother had done.
+For her part, she told him of being just about to graduate with a business degree and how she wanted to work in tourism somehow. She was a city girl and honestly didn't know much about farming or cattle stations aside of that's where the food came from. He had laughed at her on more than one occasion over the few days they had spent together. She exclaimed over the bulls and horses and stepped in the soft, round pads that littered the ground, in her less than sensible shoes making him chuckle.  
+The second night of the rodeo they had attended a Jamboree, the band had been lively and people danced where they stood slapping their thighs and calling out at various times throughout the songs. Abby had never been a fan of country music, but the atmosphere was all encompassing and she yelled ""Yee haw"" with the crowd and even tried to join in a group of line dancers laughing hysterically with her friends as they slipped in their high heels while the booted dancers slid across the floor.
+As the band did it last call, David took her in his arms, and they danced closely to the soft guitar melody of the final song, the rabbit song. The song had become their song, and at the time it spoke to her of love and romance. Abby roused herself from her reverie her stomach twisting at how those words had changed for her over time. She got a drink of water and looked at herself in the full length mirror. ""You are not that same young girl,"" she reminded herself out loud. Turning away she looked at the bed and sighed as tiredness swept over her and once again she lay down and closed her eyes.
+Drifting off into a light doze she was once again in his arms dancing to the familiar melody of the song. They had left the dance hall after the song with many other patrons and holding her hand tightly he had dragged her away from the buildings into the quiet of the side alley. Pressing her against the wall of the building he had bent low and kissed her deeply. ""Stay with me tonight,"" he murmured and she felt the need she could hear in his voice equally. She nodded not trusting her voice, ""I need to hear you say yes,"" he murmured and bent to brush his lips against hers,
+""Yes,"" she whispered, ""Yes.""
+He straightened taking her hand once again and dragging her behind him he headed for the trailers. Pulling her inside he slammed the door and bent cupping her face in his hands he kissed her deeply, his hands pulled at her clothes as he continued to kiss her. Within minutes, their clothes lay around their feet, and he had picked her up and walked the two paces to the bed looming over her his piercing blue eyes raking over every inch of her body. His hands followed the trail of his eyes as he explored her curves. While not fat, she was solidly built and had large firm tits that he squeezed gently gauging her reaction.
+Abby arched up off the bed as his hands travelled over her torso, she watched him as he inspected her, she reached up to wrap her hands around his neck but he stopped her pulling her hands above her head and kissing her deeply. He was tall enough to hold her hands with one of his and trail kisses down her neck and over her tits sucking the nipples into his mouth and lightly chewing on them. Abby moaned softly in pleasure her hips rolling beneath him. She found she had little movement as he pinned her lower body with his own and held her hands tightly, he whimpered as he sucked on the soft white skin of the underside of her breasts leaving them throbbing with the deep bruises of love bites.
+Kissing down her body he nipped at her flesh with sharp teeth stopping to mark her hip with another dark purplish bruise brought out by his suctioning mouth and teeth. Her soft, breathy moans and whimpers seem to urge him on as he devoured her flesh. Unable to move lower while holding her hands in place he changed position. He moved quickly to kneel above her head trapping her wrists below his knees.
+Abby looked up at the massive erect cock as he lowered both it and his balls over her face. She parted her lips seeing him holding his cock pointed at her mouth, and he slid it between her lips. He then leaned further covering her body with his own, his hands wrapping around her thighs and pulling them widely as she sucked at his cock. She felt his teeth nip at the soft flesh of her inner thighs before sucking the flesh to leave her another bruised love bite directly below the glistening lips of her wide open cunt.
+Using his fingers he pulled her cunt lips apart before swiping his tongue along the length of swollen clit and inner lips delving it into her leaking hole and tasting her. Abby bucked her hips at the delicious sensations, and she felt his hands dig into her flesh holding her still as she panted and squealed around his cock, which filled her mouth. His feet moved to each side of her head twisting the flesh of her arms as the position of his legs changed to hold her completely at his mercy.
+She had never felt so vulnerable, and it fed her passion for this man, her cowboy, his hips moved slowly to fuck her mouth not enough to make her gag but filling her mouth entirely before drawing it back out. He matched his rhythm with his fingers as they entered her and he drew her clit into his mouth toying with it, his tongue flickering and his teeth scraping lightly over the surface as he pulled on it slightly making her issue muffled whining noises around the cock that slid effortlessly between her lips.
+Abby had never felt anything like the waves that rolled up through her body making her legs shake almost violently as her head exploded and she cried out. He pulled his cock from her mouth not wanting to be accidentally bitten as she came hard over his fingers, his mouth moving to the unmarked thigh biting it deeply leaving teeth marks and sucking the flesh into his mouth revelling in her cries of mixed pain and pleasure feeling her body jerk and shake beneath him.
+Releasing his tight hold on her movements David moved again, turning quickly to slide between her legs pulling them up over his shoulders as he loomed over her. He entered her brutally, forcing his rock hard cock deeply into her tight cunt just to hear her cry out again. His fingers dug into the bites on her thighs as he held her wide and stared down into her sex glazed eyes. Doubling her over he forced his way forward, fucking her hard possessing her mouth and devouring her cries of pleasure as if they were the sweetest chocolate.
+Feeling his own orgasm approach he lifted back up and pounded her hard watching her face as he finally growled deep and low pumping his cum into her and collapsing beside her onto the bed both of them breathing raggedly into the small space of the trailer. 'So that's what wild animal sex is like,' Abby thought to herself, turning her head to look at David. There was a buzzing in her ears, and in the dream self looked around confused. She couldn't work out where it was, her dream self morphed and slid until she was no longer in the trailer that first night with David, she was in the kennel he made her sleep in when she was disobedient on the station. The buzzing seemed to be coming from the shock collar except it didn't buzz, the buzzing was in her ears.
+Consciousness slowly came back to Abby and she rolled over groaning at her alarm clock. Shaking off the dream that seeing David again had brought on and she went and showered grateful she had a day off. Most of her wanted to run away, far away, but it was time to stop. Walking naked through the hotel room she lived in she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror and moved closer twisting her body and inspecting the pale lines that sat behind her hip just above her left buttocks, his brand burnt into her flesh marking her for all time as belonging to him.
+Turing away from the mirror and the painful memory of being branded, Abby dug out an old pair of jeans and a tank top purposefully dressing down. Tying her hair back in a pony tail and resisting the urge to make up her face she pulled on her only set of sports shoes. Glancing in the mirror she smiled, David would not be impressed at all. She looked plain, and every one of her thirty- three years showed in her face. Her fingers traced the crows feet that crinkled at the edges of her eyes.
+Grabbing her bag and keys, she left her room and headed out to the front desk to retrieve the bag she had Brian leave in the luggage room last night. She took the lift down to the car park and moved over to her car opening the boot and lifting the small bag in. Closing the boot she had screamed, standing in front of her car was David. ""Nice,"" he murmured, ""But I haven't even touched you yet."" She began to walk back toward the building. Moving with speed David was beside her and caught her around the waist. ""If you scream again this will only get worse."" She opened her mouth but closed it again as she saw two of the jackaroo's from his station move from the shadows.
+""You surprised me by not running sooner,"" his voice was soft against her ear, ""and even more so when you spoke to me last night the way you did."" He pulled her back to her car then and held out his hand, ""Keys,"" he demanded.
+When she didn't willingly hand them over he took them from her hand and removed the bag from the boot of the car, ""You pack light,"" he said as he tossed the bag to one of the other men.
+""I wasn't running,"" she said sounding stronger than she felt. ""You can't just kidnap me. People will care if I go missing. I am not that stupid little girl you can just scare into submission anymore. I have a job, responsibilities.""
+David hid his surprise at her words. ""I see,"" he pulled her close in his arms and looked down into her eyes, ""You are not the only one who has changed over the years. I even tried to let you go, but you are all I ever think about and the only one I have ever truly loved, you are mine, Rabbit.""
+""That wasn't love, can't you see that!"" Abby was seeing something new and softer in his eyes, but she couldn't place it with the David she knew.
+""Fuck!"" David exploded, ""You are driving me crazy. Maybe not in the conventional sense but the way that I love you is more, so much more, than that paper hearts and roses bullshit."" He looked around and growled, ""We are NOT having this argument here."" Abby gulped and knew in that moment the chance to run again had gone.
+Throwing her keys to one of the men he muttered, ""Follow the plan."" He turned then and forced her into another car. The two cars moved out of the car park and drove in different directions. Heading south out of town Abby turned to him in a last futile effort to convince him to let her go.
+""You can't possibly want this anymore . I am not that young girl. You could have a multitude of women with your looks and money. Let me go please,"" she begged, ""I don't want to go back."" He looked at her without emotion as she spoke, he could see the fear in her eyes and hear it in her voice. She had every right to be frightened, he was a man of little patience, and she had jerked him around for over a decade.
+""I don't want a multitude of women. I have had them, and they cannot replace what I feel for you,"" David's voice was harsh and accusing, ""I know you also have tried to use others to forget what we had, but it didn't work did it? When are you going to accept that you are mine? Ten years is long enough, I won't wait any longer for you to come home on your own. WE are going home today.""
+She was not terribly surprised by his words. It was true, she had tried dating and even sleeping with other men, but inevitably the sex left her flat and unfulfilled. She was not about to accept that her place was at the end of his leash like a pet girl though, her mind brought forth images of her punishment kennel, the shock collar used in her training, being hogtied like a calf at the rodeo and tears misted her eyes.
+The car stopped and he pulled her out holding her wrist with a vice like grip. She looked around. It was the small airfield on the south side of town used for private planes and flying schools. His plane was ready and no sooner than they had buckled up than it was taxiing down the runway. Desperate she turned to him. Her eyes filled with tears, ""People will miss me. Someone will look for me.""
+""Right at this moment,"" he said checking his watch, ""There is a girl fitting your general description, with you name boarding a flight to England to see your only living relative, an aunt I believe who runs a bed and breakfast."" He smirked at her, ""Coupled with the email you sent from the airport to your boss apologising for the lack of notice in handing in your resignation. I do not think we will be bothered much do you?""
+It was at that point Abby broke down sobbing pitifully. ""Indeed,"" he smiled widely at her, ""I am so happy I could cry too,"" and held up her collar as the plane lifted into the air.
+And the song played over in her head...
+   ""Now you've got the REAL DEAL Baby - What you gonna do?   Run rabbit run - run rabbit run - run rabbit run - but I know you'll come   some day you'll come - so run rabbit run"""
+190,Lustful Lyrics,Boxlicker101,Chain Stories,2009-03-15,2011-01-27,2022-01-08 03:51:55,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/lustful-lyrics-ch-01,1. Ennery the Eighth. 2. Cherry Hill Park.,"['Cockney', 'Eating Pussy', 'Pub']",4.44,"My thanks to R. P. Weston and Fred Murray who, in 1910, wrote the song that inspired this story, and to Herman's Hermits, who released a successful recording of it in 1965.
+Henry Marsh is my name. At least, that's how I've always pronounced my first name, but all my Cockney friends and neighbors know me and address me as ""'Ennery"" and I have started to do the same. In fact, they call me Ennery the Eighth, and I'll explain why.
+I came to London a couple of years ago on a business trip and stopped in a nice little pub to have a drink and maybe a game of darts and maybe make a new friend or two. Standing at the bar by herself was one of the most desirable new friends I have ever seen. The person standing there was about forty years old, and what I would call a beautiful woman. She had an open face with strong, regular features and didn't seem to be wearing more than a minimum of makeup, if that much. Her long, dark brown hair was combed or brushed back behind her ears and allowed to spill casually over her shoulders, as if she had other, more important things to do than curl or otherwise fuss with it.
+I have always been highly partial to womanly curves, and I was looking at them in abundance that evening. Her breasts, snugly encased in a green sweater, were large, and her waist was clear evidence that she didn't suffer from anorexia. Under her rather plain, gray skirt, succulent hips and a curvy ass flared out from her waist and tapered to sturdy legs. She was a woman who looked good, and knew it, and knew she didn't need to go to a lot of trouble to do so. I stepped up to the bar and sidled over until I was standing close to her.
+The very appealing woman gave me a rather stern look, and I came close to backing away from her, which was probably what she intended I do, but I persevered. ""Hello. My name is Henry Marsh..."" and that was as far as I got.
+The object of my feeble pickup attempt turned to face me and interrupted what I was trying to say. ""Ah, Ennery,"" she greeted me. ""How are you? I've never seen you in here before. What are you drinking?"" She spoke with the same Cockney accent as the other patrons, but I will make no effort to duplicate it in writing, except for the way my name was pronounced by her and others I met after that first night.
+""I'm Peggy, Ennery, and I'm a widow. I own the shop next door to this pub. Are you married?""
+""No, I'm not."" That was the truth; I'd always been too busy to try very hard to find a wife, and any woman who interested me had never had any interest in me. Consequently, I was a forty year old bachelor trying to pick up an attractive Cockney woman in a pub. And, apparently, enjoying extremely good luck in the attempt.
+""Ah, good; you're not married. What say we finish our drinks and pop over to my flat above my shop for some fun and games?"" Peggy held possessively onto my arm while she spoke.
+I could hardly believe my luck. My new companion didn't even wait for an answer, but downed her drink and started for the exit, still holding my arm, and I had no interest in pulling free from her grip. Through the doorway she hurried, towing me along, and to a door in the corner of the next building. She unlocked it and pulled me through the entrance, hardly even slowing her determined stride until we were inside and she had stopped to secure the door behind us and turn on the light. I saw we were standing in a small, square, dimly lighted area at the foot of a narrow flight of stairs.
+Peggy stood facing me and leaning against the door. ""My flat is up there, Ennery, but we're away from the crowd in the pub now."" I didn't know quite why she said that, until she held her arms open, obviously wanting an embrace and, almost certainly, a kiss.
+When I approached Peggy in the pub, I had little hope of succeeding in picking her up, and I certainly never imagined things could work out as easily as they seemed to be doing. We hugged and, as soon as out lips met in a kiss, her tongue demanded entrance to my mouth. Never one to be rude to a lady, especially a lady as beautiful as the one I was holding in my arms, I opened wide and let her explore.
+""I like the way you kiss,"" she told me after we stopped to breathe. ""Do you like these?"" she asked, while lifting my hands and covering her breasts with them.
+""Very nice,"" I replied, and I meant it. I had noticed her breasts were large and pleasing to the eyes, but they were also firm and supple and extremely pleasing to my hands.
+""I'm glad you like them. Now, what say we go upstairs to my flat, and you can get to know my girls a lot better, and they can get to know you?""
+Without waiting for an answer to what was a rhetorical question anyhow, Peggy grabbed my arm and started toward her flat. I gladly followed. In the pub, I had noticed that her ass and hips were curvaceous but, as I followed them up the stairs, I realized just how generally sexy her body was. The stairway led directly to her living quarters, which consisted of a sitting room, a small kitchen, which I didn't see until the next day, and a bedroom. The latter room was our destination, and I didn't see much else of her flat until many highly enjoyable hours later.
+I didn't really see that much of the bedroom either, because my attention was all focused on the inhabitant. Peggy stood by her bed, which had already been turned down, and held her arms open for another hug, which entailed another kiss. This time, my tongue met hers halfway, and had a small wrestling match. As we kissed, Peggy removed her arms from around me, and I felt her unbuttoning my shirt and, when our mouths separated again, she pulled it from my back and shoulders. I was wearing an undershirt, but not for long, because she peeled it off over my head and tossed it aside.
+It was my turn to start undressing Peggy, and I started by holding the hem of her tight sweater and lifting it up, over her breasts and off over her head. As I tossed it on top of my clothing, she shook her head to get her hair out of her eyes, which also caused her breasts to bounce and sway under the rather flimsy bra she was wearing. I could see they were truly a pair of beauties, and I wrapped my arms around her so I could reach the clasp. When I unhooked it and pulled the bra away, her luscious breasts bounced free, tempting my hands and mouth. I cupped one of the lovely mounds in either hand and bent forward to start licking one of her dark pink nipples.
+""I knew you'd like my bristols, Ennery. My other husbands all did.""
+That gave me some pause, but only for a second. Peggy had mentioned being a widow, and I hadn't given any thought since then to her marital experience. Although I was slightly curious as to how many other husbands there had been, I wasn't concerned enough to ask. I had much more important things to do with my mouth than ask pointless questions anyhow, and it was obvious from her soft, happy murmurs that Peggy felt the same way, so I put the thought out of my mind.
+While my tongue switched back and forth between them and pleasured Peggy's nipples, I saw her hands go to her waist and, seconds later, her skirt slid down to the floor. She stepped out of it and the next places her hands were busy were at my belt and the waistband and fly of my pants. Before my trousers could fall to the floor, I raised my face to smile at Peggy, and she grinned back at me.
+""The girls really do like you, Ennery,"" she said, referring to her breasts again. ""But let's sit down on the bed and get the rest of our clothes off. I've got other parts of my body that I want to introduce to you. Do you mind if we leave the lights on?""
+That sounded like three splendid ideas to me, sitting down, getting undressed and leaving the lights on. I sat next to Peggy and quickly removed my boots and socks while she pulled off her flat-heeled shoes. She wasn't wearing stockings of any kind. When I started to remove my undershorts, she stopped me.
+""Let me do that later, Ennery. For now, I just want you to keep doing what you started doing with your mouth.""
+I liked that idea as much as she did so, when Peggy scooted over to the middle of the bed, I eagerly followed, and cupped a breast in one of my hands. It was soft and vibrant, and felt just as good with its owner lying on her back, her head nestled in a pillow, as it had while she was standing up. The nipple seemed to feel even better to my tongue, because it had become almost fully erect. After a few strokes, I transferred my attentions to its beautiful twin, and that sweet, rosy nubbin quickly grew even harder, until I could actually feel the tiny, individual ridges that made up its rigidity.
+Loving the feel of Peggy's breasts - or girls or bristols - against my tongue, I transferred my attentions back and forth while she started squirming under me and cooing her pleasure. Wanting even more, I drew one of the luscious globes into my mouth and started sucking on it while continuing to lick the nipple and pebbly areola. Once again, I alternated between Peggy's lovely breasts, while the motions of her sexy body and her vocalizations of joy became more emphatic. Every time I switched my mouth from one succulent orb to the other, her movements thrust that breast up into my mouth.
+""Oooooo, I love that! I love that, Ennery. Keep sucking on me like that.""
+I did as she asked, but I knew there was another place that would feel and taste even better to my mouth. When I looked down her lush body, I saw how Peggy's pussy was squirming, and I saw and smelled how her fragrant juices were soaking through the crotch of her panties. Although it had been fun, I said ""so long"" to her succulent breasts and started licking and kissing my way down her sexily plump belly to where I knew even greater thrills awaited both of us.
+Peggy deduced what I had in mind, and fully approved of it. ""Yeah, Ennery. There! Lick me down there."" She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed, urging me to my destination.
+I didn't really need the pushing or urging, because the aroma of her pussy juices was one of the most delectable of my experience. On the way down her body, I stopped and swirled my tongue into her navel, making her giggle and push more and harder against my shoulders. When my mouth reached the elastic waistband of her cotton panties, I got off the bed and went around to get back on at the foot. She saw me approaching on my knees, and prepared to help me remove her last garment by bending her knees so I could get closer.
+I reached my fingers into the waistband to start to pull her panties off, and Peggy raised herself off the bed, letting me slide them around her ass and up her thighs to her knees. I held them close to my face, so I could breathe deeply of the Heavenly aroma of her juices and she could pull her legs through. With Peggy completely naked, I tossed the panties in the direction of our other clothing and started leaning forward.
+She knew what I wanted to do, of course, and she raised her legs and I ducked under them and wrapped my arms around her thighs. That left my face just inches from her pussy, and I gazed, enraptured, at its beauty. When I first saw the beautiful woman in the pub, I never dreamed her pussy would be so delectable, nor had I actually expected to find out.
+The surrounding skin was rather dusky, with a few cute freckles, and her fluffy pubic hair was light brown and trimmed into the shape of a heart. Peggy's pussy lips were swollen and dark pink, and had pushed their way through her slit. At their upper end, where they met to form her clit hood, I could see the little cutie peeking out. Very gently, I spread her slit open to see its shiny-wet lining and to breathe in the cloud of fragrance that arose.
+From such a short distance, the aroma of Peggy's pussy was almost intoxicating, and I stayed where I was and inhaled it deeply into my lungs. A few drops of her juices had spattered on her thighs, and I leaned in and licked them off the soft, smooth skin. Their flavor was even more delicious than their scent had been, and I used my tongue to sluice the rest of her nectar into my mouth. There were more on her crotch, and I licked it clean too.
+""Ooooo, Ennery, your tongue feels so good,"" Peggy murmured, and her pussy started to squirm in anticipation of where else my tongue would be paying a call.
+The first place was one of her outer lips. The hair was sparse and soft, and felt almost as good to my tongue as her bare skin did, and I slowly licked her all the way to her mons. When I raised my head to see how Peggy was reacting, I was elated to see it must have been as good for her as it was for me. Her face was a picture of bliss, with her mouth open in a grimace of pleasure and her eyes were partly closed. They were open enough to see me looking, and she told me in words, besides what her body was saying, how much she was already enjoying what my tongue had just started doing.
+""I love that, Ennery. Keep eating my pussy; you're going to make me cum.""
+That was my intention, but I didn't say anything, having better things to do with my mouth, such as licking up the fresh nectar that had begun trickling from her adorable pink hole. When I had gotten it all, I started licking Peggy's other outer lip. Once again, my tongue slowly meandered up the lip until I reached her mons, which I kissed again. When I raised my face, I saw that Peggy's eyes were closed and her head was tipped back and was tossing to and fro on the pillow, while her body writhed in pleasure. I brought my mouth back down to where I had started and my tongue got busy on the first of her inner lips.
+As beautiful and fragrant and delicious as Peggy's pussy was, the best part of eating her was the way she felt against my mouth. Her outer lips had been soft and warm and her inner labia, being swollen with her lust, felt spongy as I caressed them with my tongue. Everything about what I was doing felt so wonderful that I wanted to take a long time in bringing her to an orgasm, and I believed she would enjoy it more too. I tilted my head slightly so I could slide my tongue between her inner and outer lips, and slowly licked my way to where the inner one ended and became part of her clit hood. By the time I got there, she was moaning in pleasure and her pussy was starting to fuck up into my face.
+There was a pool of her delicious juices waiting for me when I brought my tongue back down to below the delightful pink hole that was their source, and I devoured it all before starting to lick the same way between her other pair of lips. By the time I reached her clit hood again, Peggy's whole body, as well as her head, was thrashing from side to side on the bed. I knew it was time for her climax.
+I gently spread her pink slit, relishing the delectable aroma loosed, pressed my face even more snugly against Peggy's pussy, and started licking upward, starting at the lower end. Her movements, as I tantalized this most sensitive place, became even wilder, and I clung tightly to her thighs and continued. I was actually able to dip my tongue into the pink hole that was the source of her delicious juices, and taste them at their very freshest. Still taking my time, not feeling as much urgency as Peggy apparently was, I licked up until I reached her clit and raised my head to take another look at the succulent little morsel.
+When I saw it earlier, it was small and peeking out from under Peggy's clit hood. It had become engorged since then, resembling a lovely pink pearl, and had pushed its way entirely out from under its protection. Her movements were so strenuous, that I had trouble getting my mouth around the little darling, but it was worth it. After engulfing Peggy's clit in my mouth, I started sucking, letting my lips form a seal at the base, and caressing the swollen sides with my tongue.
+""Yes! Suck my clit!"" Peggy cried out joyously.
+Her urging wasn't necessary, because the little darling was one of the most wonderful things I ever had in my mouth, and I also reveled in the effect my actions were having on Peggy. Her movements became even wilder, with her pussy seeming to try to wrap itself around my face, whole her body continued churning up the bed. Abruptly, she yelled of her bliss and started cumming.
+Peggy's thighs squeezed my head, clamping over my ears so tightly that I couldn't hear any more expressions of her joy, but I later learned there were many of them, and that they were loud. Her hands also found my head, pressing on the back of it to shove my face into her pussy, where it very much wanted to be. Holding me a willing prisoner, Peggy's legs swung wildly from side to side, while her ass bounced up and down on the mattress. I clung to her thighs and kept my mouth clamped onto her clit, and continued licking and sucking and enjoying the wild ride.
+I saw and felt Peggy's back arching and all her muscles clenching, and she drove her pussy into my face for an ultimate time when she climaxed. After her orgasm she relaxed, and I wanted to lick all the fresh juice from her pussy and everywhere it had spattered, but I couldn't. Her hands were removed from the back of my head, but her thighs were clamped onto me just as tightly as they had been. Finally, she loosened her grip slightly, and I heard her voice and knew what she had in mind for us to do.
+""If I release your head, will you eat my pussy again?"" She must have realized that I was unable to answer because my face was pressed so tightly against her body, so she offered an alternative to speaking. ""Raise your right hand if you will.""
+Without hesitation, my arm shot into the air, and I waved it about like a teacher's pet who knew the correct answer. Peggy's legs released me, and I licked all the fresh nectar from her thighs, her crotch and from all over her pussy. I knew how delicious it would be, and I didn't want to waste any of it. After I had rewarded myself by swallowing every drop I could find, I started licking one of her outer lips again.
+It felt just as good the second time to me, and maybe even better to Peggy. Almost immediately, my ears were delighted by her happy cooing and her pussy was squirming under my face. Taking even longer than I had the first time, I licked to her mons and kissed her there. When I raised my head, she smiled happily at what I was doing; I smiled back, just as happy as she, and brought my mouth down to where I started. After devouring the fresh juices, I treated her other outer lip the same way, even kissing her mons again. This time, Peggy didn't see my face, because her eyes were blissfully closed; her head was slowly tossing back and forth on the pillow and her sexy body was writhing in front of me.
+Bringing my face even closer to her pussy, and relishing the superb aroma even more, I started licking the small, ultra smooth area between the origins of a pair of her inner and outer lips. When I reached where the labia were close together, I probed my tongue into the seam, licking both of them at the same time. By the time I reached her clit hood again, I could see the precious morsel it should have been protecting had pushed its way out and once again resembled a lustrous pearl. Very delicately, I caressed it with the tip of my tongue. Peggy's body quivered in delight, and her pussy started fucking up against my face.
+There was another pool of fresh juice waiting when my tongue returned to below the source of the juices. I devoured every drop, before doing what I wanted with her other inner and outer pussy lips, just as I had the first, until my mouth reached her clit hood again. I was taking more time to eat Peggy's pussy than I had the first time, and I could tell she was in an even higher state of arousal. Her hips were swiveling under my face, thrusting her legs out and back over my shoulders, and she was moaning and whimpering from the exquisite pleasure.  
+""Suck my clit, Ennery,"" she begged me. ""Suck my clit and make me cum.""
+That was my intention, but not quite that soon. As I had done before, I started my tongue at the bottom of Peggy's delectable slit and started slowly licking upward. When she felt my caresses on this very sensitive place, her movements became even wilder, and she sobbed softly from the excruciating pleasure I was giving her. The tip of my tongue probed all around the pink source of her juices and, as I continued, Peggy was actually raising her ass from the bed to ram her pussy against my face. When I reached her clit again, I opened my mouth wide and engulfed the lovely jewel.
+After a few seconds of sucking and licking, Peggy started cumming for the second time that night. Her hands and thighs kept my head a very happy and willing prisoner, while her legs swung back and forth so wildly that she seemed in danger of falling off the bed while she was in the throes of cumming. For several minutes, her body pitched and tossed, and I kept her clit in my mouth and clung to her thighs until she climaxed, ramming her pussy against my face for a final time.
+This time, Peggy's legs released their hold on my head and remained draped over my shoulders. While she was cumming, her pussy had produced almost a lake of nectar, and her wild, uninhibited movements had spattered it all over her legs and body. Starting with her knees, I licked up every drop from her legs, belly and crotch and everything from the outside of he pussy. I could see there was a large amount still bubbling in the pink hole itself, but I left it there. After eating her pussy and bringing Peggy to two orgasms, I had my own needs. What I wanted to do was fuck, and the remaining juices would be needed to serve their natural function of lubrication.
+My hostess had the same idea, or at least a similar one. ""Ah, Ennery,"" she said, after my tongue had cleaned off all the ambrosia I would allow myself. ""I really loved the way you did that. I hope your cock can make my pussy feel just as good.""
+I hoped so too, but I didn't have a condom. Because Peggy was so sensuous and had been so eager to get me into her bed, I assumed she did the same with other men too. I had no problem with that, but I did have misgivings over the possibility of STD's or AIDS, and I hoped she would have protection available. If not, I thought I might have to settle for a blow job, and I hoped that would be good enough for her. Since Peggy had expressed a desire to be the one to remove my boxer shorts, I moved up on the bed to lie beside her and let her do it.
+Before taking them off me, Peggy reached out and fondled my erection through the fabric. ""That's a fine, big thumper you've got there, Ennery. Do you have a rubber? I don't want to get preggers if I can help it.""
+""No, sorry, I don't. I don't want to get you preggers either.""
+""Don't worry. I have some here.""
+Peggy got of the bed, took a packet from a drawer in a small table beside us, and opened it while turning to rejoin me. She knelt beside me and, before rolling on the condom that had been inside the plastic wrapper, leaned over and took my cock deep into her mouth until I felt the tip against the back of her throat. After stroking it between her lips a few times and laving it with her tongue, she took my cock out of her mouth, applied the condom and lay on her back again, with the pillow under her head and her legs spread.
+""Since this is our first time, Ennery, suppose you get on top?""
+I certainly had no objection to that, especially liking what Peggy said about ""first time,"" and I got to my knees between her legs, while she reached down and spread the lips of her pussy. Holding my shaft with one hand to guide it, I leaned forward on the other hand and brought the head of my cock to the delightful portal Peggy was holding open. When I made contact, I felt her fingers take hold of the shaft and rub the head briefly in the wetness I had left in her pussy, followed by moving my cock to the position she wanted.
+""There, Ennery, now give it to me.""
+I gave it to her, thrusting forward and feeling my cock pop through into a place that was better than any it had ever been before that night. Although just the head was inside Peggy's pussy, I could already feel her internal muscles massaging it, sending carnal delight rippling through my body.
+She was feeling pleasure already too. ""Ah, that feels good. Now, give me all of it.""
+I did give her all of it, but in small increments, because Peggy was surprisingly tight for a widow of her age and probable experience. Besides being a snug fit for my cock, the muscles inside her pussy felt better than anything I had ever known or even heard of. I could compare it to France's most talented courtesan sucking me off, except that the courtesan would need to have at least a dozen tongues in her mouth, and every one of them would have to be perfectly trained to coddle and caress my cock, and the lips massaging my shaft would have to be as expert at squeezing and releasing it as the lips of Peggy's pussy were. That was what it felt like as she delighted me the way nobody had ever done before. Our fucking was obviously quite pleasurable for her too, judging from the way the lovely widow's body was already starting to squirm and rock from side to side under me.
+In an unspoken invitation, Peggy raised her arms. She also said out loud what she was silently suggesting: ""Lie down on me, Ennery. I want to feel you on top of me.""
+Once again, we both wanted the same thing, and I placed my hands flat on the bed and slid forward until my arms were curled under hers and my weight was being supported on my elbows and knees. Peggy reached up, put her hands behind my head and pulled my mouth down to hers for a long, slow kiss. While our lips and tongues were still mingling, I pulled most of the way out of her incredible chamber of pleasure, paused briefly with just the head inside, and drove my cock all the way in again.
+When she felt my shaft surging into her, Peggy spread her legs slightly farther and hooked her knees around my legs. Flexing the muscles in her thighs, and pulling against my upper arms, she fucked back to meet me, and out bodies came together with a satisfyingly juicy ""smack."" Peggy broke off our long kiss to whisper to me of her delight.
+""Ooooo, that felt good, Ennery. Do it to me again.""
+I did what she wanted, and I wanted too, over and over again. Every stroke into her pussy felt better than the one before, and it kept getting better for Peggy too. She continued thrusting back to meet me, but her movements started getting wilder and more erratic, with her body thrashing under me and rocking from side to side. Besides those movements, Peggy's legs were starting to thrust out and back past my hips, and her head was rolling to and fro on the pillow. It was very obvious to me she was getting close to another climax.
+She knew it too. ""Make me cum!"" she urged me. ""Fuck my clit!""
+I knew what she meant, and I was getting close to cumming, so it was what I wanted too. I moved slightly higher on Peggy's body and started plunging my cock in and out of her faster. With the change in position, I was driving down into her pussy and scraping the top of my shaft hard against her clit, both going in and coming out. Peggy responded and matched my pace when she fucked back to meet me.
+""Yes! Give it to me! Like that!"" she kept whispering into my ear.
+I needed no urging, because the incredible muscles in her pussy were giving my cock the best massage it had ever gotten. Her hands were caressing me too, all along my sides and back, and I loved the feel of her erect nipples rubbing against my chest as her body thrashed and rocked and bucked and slid back and forth under me. I could feel my climax welling up inside me, ready to erupt, and I could tell that Peggy was close to cumming too.
+She let me know when the glorious event started to happen, uttering a great shout of joy. Later, I was to learn that the people in the pub next door could hear her cries of bliss quite clearly, and some of them even formed betting pools to guess how many orgasms Peggy would have, but I didn't know that at the time. What I did know was that she was cumming then, and I knew it by the way her arms and legs clutched my body, letting her ride with me. When I drew back for another stroke, her body rode with me and, when I thrust forward again, I squashed her into the mattress, driving my cock more deeply into her pussy and providing even greater delight for both of us.
+Her hands were no longer massaging me, but their tips were digging into my shoulder blades. Fleetingly, I was happy that her nails were cut short, and wouldn't lacerate my back but, mostly, I reveled in what her pussy was continuing to do to my cock. When Peggy climaxed, she once again warbled her delight, with all her muscles clenching, followed by her relaxing under me. Seconds later, my own climax exploded, and I shot a big gob of cum into my condom. I continued fucking her, and ejaculated twice more before I was through. Supporting myself on my knees and elbows, I lay over Peggy, while we both rested and caught our breaths.
+""That was wonderful, Ennery,"" she told me after a few quiet minutes. ""But now, I want to do something nice for you, and you'll have to let me up so I can do it.""
+I didn't know what she had in mind, but I was certain it would be something I would like. I was right. After I had rolled over onto my back, Peggy sat up and got to her knees beside me. My cock had gotten partly soft after my climax, and she carefully removed the condom, set it out of the way on a corner of the bed, and leaned forward to lick off some of my semen.
+Grinning happily, Peggy turned to face me. ""You really taste good, Ennery. I'm going to enjoy this.
+What she meant was using her mouth to clean all the cum off my cock before swallowing it and, when she was through with that, continuing to lick me there. Her skillful tongue, which Peggy used to caress my softening shaft, worked extremely well, and I was fully erect in a few seconds. Holding my shaft in one hand, Peggy raised her head above my crotch. Slowly, she lowered her face while reaching out her tongue to start caressing the head of my cock. She slowly licked in concentric circles, continuing to lower her mouth, until the mushroom shape was held between her lips. Peggy paused there for a few seconds, but her tongue remained active, circling around the hard ridge and probing the slit in the end.
+After taking a deep breath, she resumed lowering her face, all the while licking my shaft. Peggy didn't stop until my pubic hair was pressed against her lips and nose, and she stayed there for over a minute. I could feel the muscles of her throat massaging the head of my cock while her tongue caressed the hard cylinder, and that continued while she slowly raised her head again. Only the tip was still between her lips when she stopped and paused before once more taking my shaft all the way into her mouth.
+She stroked me a few more times with her lips before taking my cock out of her mouth again. ""Do you like that, Ennery? Does it feel good?""
+""It feels great. Your mouth is as good as your pussy.""
+She grinned at me. ""I'm glad you like it. Do you want to watch while I'm sucking you off?""
+""Sure.""
+With her fingers still lightly holding the shaft, Peggy moved around me until she was kneeling between my legs, and leaned over to take the head of my cock between her lips again. After brushing her hair back with her hands, she looked up at me and started slowly engulfing the rest of it in her mouth. While I watched, the entire length passed between her lips, and she gazed adoringly at me, smiling with the corners of her mouth and with her warm brown eyes. Peggy stayed like that, with her nose pressed against my pubic hair, while her tongue laved my whole shaft, until she slowly raised her face again, leaving just the head to be massaged by her lips. .
+Over and over, Peggy bobbed her head as she sucked my cock in and out of her mouth, and a mountain of pleasure built up inside my body. The pub in the next building was closed by that time, and it was so quiet I could hear her happy murmurs and the soft slurping sounds of Peggy's mouth, which was just as talented as her pussy. After a long and blissful time, I knew I was on the verge of cumming.
+""I'm almost ready to cum, Peggy,"" I told her.
+Being too polite to talk with her mouth full, she didn't say anything, but did respond by sucking my cock faster, and using shorter strokes, until my climax began boiling up like a geyser.
+""I'm cumming!"" I blurted out. A second later, evidence of that spurted out into her mouth.
+Peggy continued sucking while my cum spurted two more times, not stopping until she was sure I was through ejaculating. She took my cock out and held it upright, and I watched her lips and cheeks moving while all the semen I had given her was swirled inside her mouth, as she relished its flavor and texture. When she was through enjoying everything about the viscous fluid, Peggy tipped her head back and closed her eyes blissfully while she swallowed every drop.
+She wasn't through yet. My cock was softening in her hand, so she took it back inside her mouth and I could feel her tongue and the insides of her cheeks cleaning everything off the shaft. Once again holding it in one hand, Peggy took it out of her mouth and carefully licked off the head. After everything from the outside of my cock was gone, she squeezed the underside with her thumb and let everything ooze out onto her tongue, followed by savoring the last drops of my cum as much as she had the first.
+Although her mouth was still warm and wet and wonderful, I was not a young man, and my cock continued to soften in Peggy's hand. She knew our sexual activity was over for the night, but she didn't want me to leave.
+""I hope you can stay the night, Ennery. We can have breakfast together in the morning.""
+""That sounds like a great idea.""
+My answer was the absolute truth. The sex had been fabulous, the best I had ever known, and I was tired, and not looking forward to walking back to my hotel. Besides that, I was already quite fond of Peggy, and the thought of cuddling up naked with her in the big bed was something that I found extremely appealing.
+After disposing of the used condom, she got into bed, turned to me and kissed me gently on the lips, more of an affectionate good night kiss than a romantic one. ""You get a good night's sleep, Ennery. You'll need your rest.""
+Peggy turned her back to me and I curled up against her voluptuous body, both of us snugly covered by the sheet and blanket, with my arm over her side. She moved it so my hand was cupping her breast, and that's how we spent our first night together. I was tired and satiated, and so was she, and we both quickly fell asleep.
+The next morning, when I woke up, Peggy was not in the bed and, when I looked around, I didn't see her anywhere. Minutes later, she reappeared, wearing a bathrobe and carrying a tray, and I could smell the delightful aroma of fresh coffee and country bacon and eggs. My hostess must have cleared off the top of the night stand right after getting out of bed, because she set the tray on it and turned, a smile wreathing her face, back to me.
+""Sit up, Ennery. You can't eat your breakfast lying down, you know.""
+When I sat up, she piled pillows behind my back so I could lean against them and relax. With that taken care of, Peggy set the tray on my lap, and it smelled even better when it was directly in front of me. I had been eating hotel food for a while, and her delicious home cooking was just what I wanted.
+""Eat hearty, Ennery. You'll need your strength.""
+At the time, I didn't know exactly what she meant by that, but I did eat heartily. The bacon was cooked perfectly, crisp but not too hard and not greasy, and the eggs were fresh and had been fried just the way I like them. The coffee was perfect too, strong and hot, but sweet, with real cream, and Peggy brought me another cup after I had drunk most of the first one. There was even toasted sweet French bread, another of my favorites, and the best marmalade I have ever tasted. Every little detail about the breakfast was exactly the way I like it.
+""This was great, Peggy. Everything you brought me was just what I like. How could you have known that?""
+""Why, Dearie, all my husbands liked their food like what I brought you."" As she answered my question, Peggy removed the tray and set it on the night stand.
+I thought about what she had just said and started wondering anew just how many husbands there had been but, before I could ask her, Peggy interrupted that train of thought.
+""Dearie, I have to go down to my shop now. You stay here and rest, but before I go, I need something."" She pulled the bed covers off me as she spoke. Since I had gone to sleep nude, as Peggy had, that left me completely uncovered. Seconds later, her robe was on the floor and she joined me on the bed, just as naked as I was.
+""I just need a little quickie before I go,"" she told me. That was the last thing she said for a while because her mouth was quickly filled with my cock.
+It was soft when she started, but Peggy's lips and tongue displayed as much skill that morning as they had the previous night, and I was lying on my back with a full erection in a few seconds. She took my cock out of her mouth, plucked a condom off the night stand and rolled it onto me. Seconds later, Peggy was straddling me, her fingers spreading her lips, and I was holding at the ready the stiff shaft that she wanted crammed into the hole she was creating.
+I looked at the adorable pussy that was about to start fucking me, and saw juices dripping from it and running down her legs. Although there had been no foreplay, Peggy was in a highly aroused state, and in need of what she said she needed. When she made contact with my cock, I was the one who rubbed the head against her wetness to spread the lubrication, and I continued holding it in place while she lowered her body until the tip wedged into her dripping pussy.
+""Ah, yeah, that's what I need,"" she sighed happily, and stayed where she was for a few seconds.
+Once again, I felt the talented muscles inside her love channel working their magic, and our fucking had only just begun. When Peggy lowered her body again, two more inches of my cock slid into the hole she was keeping open, eliciting murmurs of joy from both of us. I no longer needed to hold my erection upright, and she no longer needed to separate her pussy lips, so we both moved our hands away. Peggy started to slowly rock forward and back, continuing those movements until she had engulfed every centimeter of my shaft. We stayed like that for a few minutes, letting pleasure flow over both of us, until Peggy started slowly stroking up and down with her pussy.
+Slowly, she elevated her body, and I could see my cock reappearing as her pussy arose from around it. When just the head was still inside, and I could see more of her juices running down my shaft and her thighs, Peggy started to lower her body again, impaling herself once more. She uttered a great sigh of joy when the entire erection had been imbedded, and she remained in the same position. For as long as the lady stayed there, my cock was massaged by the incomparable muscles inside her love channel.
+Although she had mentioned a quickie, it seemed as though Peggy was not really in a hurry. Neither was I, because the fucking we were doing was truly a delight to all my senses. As her beautiful body moved up and down above me, her breasts swayed and danced, and my ears were gratified by her sounds of happiness. The excess juices dribbling from her pussy had the same superb aroma as they did the previous night, and I well remembered how delicious they had been then. But, by far, the most wonderful sensation was what her pussy was doing for my cock, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body. Once again, it was as if all the muscles there were concentrating on doing everything they could to give me the most exquisite pleasure possible, and totally succeeding.  
+Of course, I was not the only one deriving immense joy from making love in the morning. As Peggy's talented pussy squeezed and released my cock, I could tell she was having a great time too, from the way her body was starting to move more erratically. Instead of raising herself straight up and down, she wobbled and swayed from side to side, and she was already moaning blissfully. We were using the cowgirl position, which is one I tremendously enjoy when the woman has a figure as succulent as Peggy's but, like the previous night, she apparently wanted the full body contact.
+With my cock buried to the hilt inside her pussy, she leaned on my chest to support her weight while adjusting her legs, and we ended up with the full length of her body lying on top of me. This is also one of my favorites. Before resuming our fucking, we shared a long kiss and, after our lips and tongues disengaged, Peggy began a slow withdrawal of her pussy until just the head of my cock was still inside her. As she was moving forward above me, I reached up and rested my hands on her voluptuous ass and, when she moved back to engulf my cock again, I pushed down on her while thrusting up, and our bodies came wetly together.
+""Mmmmm, that's good, Ennery. You really know how to treat a girl.""
+She knew how to treat me too, and Peggy slid forward above me again, rubbing her hard nipples against my chest, paused, and glided back to fill her pussy with my cock. I thrust up to meet her, and we both sighed from the extreme pleasure we were giving each other. We repeated the same stroke over and over, and I could feel her excess juices flowing out to soak into my pubic hair as her pussy got wetter and more slippery.
+That wasn't the only thing that was happening to her. From her moaning and whimpering, and from the way her movements above me were becoming less controlled by the second, I knew Peggy was getting closer to cumming. With every stroke above me, her body was writhing in bliss and rocking from side to side, but my hands on her hips kept her on top of me, as well as guiding our mutual thrusts. She finally told me what I already knew.
+""Ennery! I'm almost ready to cum! Give it to me good!""
+Peggy increased the speed of her strokes, and I matched it. She also changed them by starting to raise her hips when she moved forward, scraping her clit across the top of my shaft. Even bigger waves of pleasure, almost like breakers, shot through my body at every contact, and I knew that I was almost as close to cumming as she was.
+Almost, but not quite. Peggy interrupted her moans and whimpers of delight to blurt out: ""Oh, god, I'm cumming!""
+She seemed to lose what little control she had over her muscles, and her body thrashed on top of me as I continued driving my cock in and out of her, raking her clit with every thrust. Peggy's arms gripped my neck and her thighs held fast to mine as my hands continued steering her movements up and down on my cock. I didn't know which of us would climax first.
+She did, but only by seconds. ""Yes!"" she cried out joyfully. I didn't know if the pub was open that early or not, and I don't know if the betters would have counted her orgasm in the morning.
+Her shout of ecstasy was still reverberating when my own climax exploded. I ejaculated once into my condom, and continued until another load had spurted. I knew I was done, at least for then, and I relaxed on the bed with Peggy on top of my. We lay there like that for a few minutes, my hands resting on her lovely ass and her luscious breasts pressed against my bare chest. In my opinion, it was a great way to start the day and Peggy agreed with me.
+""That was wonderful, Ennery. I'm so glad you came into the pub last night. But, now I have to clean up and make myself presentable and go downstairs to open my shop.""
+""Want me to clean off your pussy?"" I asked, sticking out my tongue and licking it back and forth to let her know how I would want to do the cleaning.
+She grinned. ""I'd love that. I'd love it so much that I'd probably never get downstairs.""
+Still naked, Peggy went to the bathroom for a quick shower, and was drying herself off when she returned. Quickly and efficiently, she got dressed for a day of work, and it was quite surprising and refreshing to see such a lovely woman taking so little time getting ready to face the day. Her complexion was good and clear enough that she needed no makeup except for a touch of lipstick, and running a brush through her thick, brown hair a few times made it shiny and put it in place better than an hour in a beauty parlor could have. .
+Before she left, Peggy came to the bed and kissed me goodbye. ""You get some more sleep, Ennery, and we'll get back together again later."" Seconds later, I heard her walking down the stairs, followed by the closing of the door that opened onto the street.
+I woke up again, several hours later, well rested from my night in Peggy's big comfortable bed, and with sweet memories of the fantastic sex the night before and that morning, and of all the things I had learned about her. I got up and washed my hands and face in her bathroom and, when I was through with my ablutions, I put on the same clothing as I had been wearing the night before. It was my intention to go to my hotel room for a shower and shave and return later, but I decided to stop in at the pub where I had met Peggy the night before.
+There weren't as many people as there had been then, which was to be expected at that time of morning, but I did see two men who had been there the previous night. They recognized me too, and approached.
+""Hello, Ennery,"" the taller man greeted me.
+""How'd it go last night, Ennery?"" his companion asked.
+""It went fine. Wonderful, even. But how did you know my name? And what're yours?""
+""My name's Willie,"" the first man replied.
+""And I'm Sam,"" the other chimed in.
+""It's like this,"" Willie continued. ""We were here last night, and we saw you went home with the widow next door. She's been married seven times before, and every one was an Ennery."" His face took on a more morose appearance, as if he had missed out on some kind of special treat, and maybe he had. ""She wouldn't take a Willie...""
+""Nor a Sam,"" the shorter man interrupted to add his complaint.
+""Nor a Sam,"" Willie agreed with his friend.
+""So, that might make me Ennery the Eighth,"" I mused out loud. Thinking about what a great time I had with Peggy in her bed the night before and that morning, I decided there were many worse fates than that.
+After I left, I went back to my hotel, as I had intended, for a wash up and change of clothes. The only change in my plan was that I took a small suitcase, containing some clean clothing and some of my personal things, back to the pub with me and left it in the care of the landlord. Although I had never told him my name, he addressed me as Mr. Ennery and promised to keep it safe for me. I went to the shop to see Peggy, and we went back to her flat for lunch, followed by a quickie in her bed, which was well on its way to becoming our bed. Once again, the sex was great, so great that I wanted to stretch it out but, this time, Peggy really did have to cut it short and go back to work. The lunch was just some leftovers from her previous night's dinner, but they were as delicious as breakfast had been.
+I concluded my business that afternoon, but I had no thought of returning to The States. Instead, I met Peggy in the pub again after she closed her shop that evening, and the sex was even better, and lasted even longer than it had our first night and morning together, and the following night and morning were better yet. So were the breakfasts we had together, and the lunches and dinners she cooked for the two of us. On the first two mornings after meeting Peggy, I returned to my hotel to clean up and change clothes. However, after our third session of making love in her bed and enjoying her cooking and everything else about her, I gathered up all the stuff I had in my hotel room and moved into her flat.
+A week later, accompanied by Sam and Willie as witnesses, Peggy and I were married in the local register office. I wanted to make it sooner, and so did she but, being an American citizen, I had to live in that district for a full week before we could tie the knot. While we were waiting our turn to be joined together, Willie pointed out to Peggy that he was available, if she happened to change her mind. His suggestion was to no avail; she would take neither a Willie nor a Sam.
+Since our first night and morning together, I can honestly say I have been happier and much more satisfied with life than ever before. That's why I can sit here in this pub and say I'm Ennery the Eighth. I got married to the widow next door, who had been married seven times before, and every one was an Ennery. That makes me her eighth old man named Ennery, so Ennery the Eighth I am.
+*
+ _Thank you for reading this story. I hope you had as much fun as Peggy and I did, and continue having a couple of times a day. I like writing stories on Literotica, but I like it a lot more when I know that people are reading and enjoying them, and I appreciate it when readers take the time to express their opinions by voting. Like most authors on Literotica, I practically live for feedback from readers, either public comments or email to me. Such feedback, either praise or criticism, helps me to write more and better stories, and I respond to it whenever I can._
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+191,Lustful Lyrics,Sean Renaud,Chain Stories,2009-12-11,2014-05-23,2022-01-08 03:52:00,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/lustful-lyrics-ch-06,1. Livin' La Vida Loca. 2. Don'tcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?,"['Addiction', 'Beauty', 'Dangerous', 'Drug', 'Insane', 'Sexy']",4.20,"There aren't enough words in the world to describe the woman standing over Jake. Starting with the obvious she's gorgeous, magnificent, stunning nearly a goddess in her own right. From her long legs flowing down from a blood red dress into open toed stiletto heels one of which was currently digging painfully into Jake's sternum to her full ripe chest barely contained behind the neckline that plunged nearly to her naval. Her lips and nails were painted the same bright offensive shade of devil red and her lips were curled back in a smile that was beautiful even from Jake's rather unfortunate vantage point.
+It suddenly occurred to him that he didn't know her name. He knew a lot about her. He knew she had a black cat named Jinx who first crossed her path on Friday the thirteenth. He knew that she carried around a voodoo doll of her ex boyfriend and whenever she was frustrated she'd jab a new needle into its tweed and cotton body. She only wore two colors; black and red. The supposed reason was that those two colors could be mixed without any significant conflict and the reality may not have been far off. The two colors both flattered her mocha hued flesh and made up for any imperfections she may have had. There weren't any that Jake could or had noticed. She might have been perfect except for a single unavoidable detail.
+She had a gun pointed directly at his skull. A long barrel six shot revolver focused between his eyes. She was absolutely gorgeous but Jake's full attention was focused on a black hole. The hole was the barrel of the gun being aimed at him. It was actually his entire world. To the point of blocking out just how lovely she was and how far into ecstasy she'd been able to take him. She was going to put a bullet through his brain just because she was bored and thought it might make a pretty pattern when she splattered his skull. Jake clenched his eyes shut hoping that somehow if he couldn't see her then she'd go away. Instead it just allowed him to focus on the heel digging into his chest and for a single insane second he thought that at least when she shot him the pain would go away. Then she pulled the trigger. Jake heard it happen in two distinct steps. First there was a click and it was followed by an earth shattering boom.
+Jake snapped upright in throwing the sheets away as he did. A cold sweat coated his entire body. He didn't have a clue where he was or how he'd gotten there. The whole day and night before were just a blur of that woman. She was stunning, mocha hued flesh, full pouty lips and emerald green eyes. Her jet black hair nearly came down to her ass. Jake could remember the way she'd moved almost like she was always dancing keeping her hips swaying constantly.
+A sudden pain all along his back reminded him of something else. She'd dug her nails into his back when the two of them had fucked. They'd started standing up with her literally leaping into his arms and driving him till his back was against the wall. They eventually slid down the wall to the floor before he'd decided to pin her down just to keep her from clawing at him any longer. He'd dragged her half across the room then and had the rug burns on his knees to remind him. Jake smiled slightly at the memory.
+""Where the fuck am I?"" Jake muttered blinking the sleep from his eyes and looking around. He was lying in a single bed in a room barely big enough for the bed. The wallpaper was peeling away to reveal the yellow walls beneath. Sitting up was actually painful. His head was splitting from a night of drinking, his back ached from hours of sport fucking straight from Kama Sutra itself. He could remember that much but still his current location was a mystery.
+His legs didn't want to support his weight forcing him to wobble slightly as he rose and walked to the window hoping that it would give him a clue to his whereabouts. It did. Though he'd never seen the city in person the New York skyline is unique. ""What the fuck?"" Jake whispered. It wasn't possible. Just last night he'd been in Florida.
+Miami Florida to be exact. He'd gone to a club with his friends when the most stunning woman he'd ever seen had walked. Walked wasn't the right word, she sauntered, she danced, she swayed like a cobra and slithered into his lap. As soon as she sat down she ordered a shot of Bacardi One Fifty One took it in a single gulp and then kissed him sharing what was left. From there it was like being caught in a hurricane, something Jake had personal experience with. Whatever her name was she could drink and drink until most soldiers would have been passed out in a puddle of their own puke.
+Jake half stumbled half dragged himself to the bathroom letting the wall do all the heavy lifting. Normally he would have felt guilty about tearing the wall paper but it was already shot beyond repair. He wasn't once he was in it that the room could accurately be called a bathroom. The sink was actually built into the top of the toilet somehow. There was no curtain around the tiny show that didn't even have a cover on the drain. Which was at the moment was both good and bad. Good because Jake had been in here at some point the night before when he'd puked before getting back to the bed. It was bad because he was almost certain he'd seen something disappear back into the hole. He was completely certain that he wasn't going to be touching anything in that room though. ""Just get my wallet and my phone and get out of here.""
+""Where's my wallet?"" Jake started to flip the bed over just because a little bit of violence would probably make him feel better but there wasn't enough room to flip the bed. After several minutes he found his wallet in the front pocket of his jacket empty of cash. It was hard to be upset though, he didn't know if she'd robbed him or if he'd spent it all on her. Either way she was worth it.
+She did this thing with her hips when she was riding him. Only her hips would move while the rest of her was almost perfectly still. Then she'd ride, bucking until Jake was forced to grab her hips and slow her pace just a bit. When Jake closed his eyes now he could see her on top of him body glowing from their sex. He could hear her voice like warmed honey promising him every fantasy every man's held and then going on to fulfill her promises. A silly smile crossed Jake's face as he remembered what happened after the first. . .group of shots.
+That woman had reached into his pants, right there at the bar and walked him out to the parking lot after shouting to the entire bar that she was going to give him the most amazing blowjob ever. The woman then dropped his pants in the parking lot squatted down and started sucking and slurping. A moment later it was pouring rain but wasn't enough to stop her. It barely phased her and for Jake it was incredible to feel the rain on his back. She told him to take off his shirt just as she finished. Her hand slipped into her purse and the parking lot was suddenly filled with music.
+It was getting harder to put the memories in order. Jake had expected that the fog would rise and he'd be able to remember it all in order. That somehow he'd know why he was in New York hundreds of miles from home. He knew she'd been riding him while he was driving, she was a killer on the ole stick shift but they weren't getting clearer.
+There was one thing that was getting clearer by second. He had to find her. He didn't even remember her name but he remembered how she felt. How she tasted and smelled and he needed more of her. She'd spent a day running him ragged and it wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly enough.
+It wouldn't be enough until she took away his pain.
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+192,Lustful Lyrics,Tara Cox,Chain Stories,2014-03-04,2014-10-08,2022-01-08 03:52:06,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/lustful-lyrics-ch-10,1. I don't want to miss a thing. 2. Jack and Diane...two kids growing up in the heartland.,"['Bdsm', 'Biting', 'Bruises', 'Fingering', 'G-Spot', 'Kissing', 'Love', 'Master', 'Orgasm', 'Romance']",4.04,"_This semi-autobiographical short is dedicated to my Master, best friend, lover and partner in honour of one of our special songs. While not exactly accurate, it parallels a real-life Sunday morning spent in His arms, except my humble words never do those moments with Him justice._
+***
+Frejya watched the gentle rise and fall of His chest. The sound of His snores were the sweetest music to her ears. Her lips turned softly up in a Mona Lisa smile as her fingers slipped through the springy hairs that covered His chest. She had from that first night nicknamed it her 'fuzzy pillow.' He just shook His head indulgently at her creative license.
+She was exhausted too. They had spent much of the night making love. Her eyes caught on the dark blue and purple oval bruise rising on her upper arm that was draped across His chest. Yes, making love was the correct term, she thought. It might include more than its fair share of pain, biting, spanking and anything else that His sadistic mind could cogitate.
+Equally, it abounded with pleasure that not even she would have thought possible. It transcended the multiple orgasms that He gave her. Those were common enough for a woman, whose favourite actress had once been Marilyn Chambers in Insatiable. Oh yes, that young women, who had watched in awe at her orgasmic abilities, had grown up to be just like her heroine. An idiot could make her come and more than a couple had. But with Him, the multiple orgasm were more like one very long one. She smiled as she looked across the room at the clock. Twenty-five hours and counting of orgasmic bliss.
+He stirred slightly in her arms, burrowing His face into the softness of her breast. She inhaled sharply as His lips brushed a soft kiss to the fading yellowish-green mark. It would be gone in a couple of days, but that was all right. He had left a couple dozen more as sweet reminders of His love to tide her over until they could meet again. She stroked His head softly as she pressed a soft kiss to His closed eye lids.
+The fingers of her other hand traced the road map of soft lines around His eyes and across His forehead. They were a gentle reminder that time was not in their favour. She had spent half a lifetime searching for this man, this perfect love. A man worthy of her all.
+She caressed His temples. The brain that lay just beneath its surface enthralled her. He was a fountain of information, seemingly useless facts, but they fed her thirst for knowledge, for mental stimulation, for conversation. As a sapiosexual, this one quality was more important than all others. And she loved the fact that He challenged her, stretched her and made her strive just a bit harder than she ever had, not to disappoint Him.
+Disappointing Him was the one thing that scared her the most. The one thing that she hated doing above all others. It was what drove her to new mental heights. It was what gave her the strength to face whatever challenges arose in her life when they were not together. It was what allowed her to endure pain that He inflicted well past her masochistic threshold. The simple truth was that she wanted to make this man proud. She wanted to be all that He ever needed or wanted.
+Just as He was more than she had ever dreamt possible. She sighed as she pressed another kiss to His temples. Her throat constricted and tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. His strength humbled her. He faced so fucking much. More than anyone should. Struggles that would break most men, turn them bitter. But not Him. No, each day, each obstacle, every hurdle only made Him stronger and wiser. Nothing got Him down for long. It was His indomitable spirit that had first spoken to her, attracted her to His writings and ultimately the man Himself.
+She jumped as the pain arched through her breast. The neurons in her addled brain struggled to register all the sensations. Pain, yes, most definitely. But it was laced with pleasure too as it fed her masochist. Her legs automatically fell open for her Master as she felt His hand caress up her thigh, seeking His cunt. His eyes were still closed, but she saw that mischievous smile upon His lips as they stretched across the expanse of her breast. She smiled too, noting that there would be a fresh bruise to cover the fading one.
+His fingers completed their journey, homing in upon their prize as they slid between her wet folds. Her hips arched off the bed to meet His thrusts as He found her g-spot. His teeth sank deeper into her flesh as the orgasm hit her full force. The sensations melded in her brain. Pleasure and pain warred for supremacy for a moment before merging into perfect union just as they were in that moment.
+His fingers inside His cunt stilled as His teeth released their captive. He pressed a tender kiss into the reddened flesh that was already swelling and burning. Yes, this one would be a vivid reminder of His love that would carry her over the days until she was back where she belonged, in His arms.
+""Over thinking again?"" His deep baritone voice caressed the corners of her mind. He stared up at her and for a moment she was so lost in the depths of His eyes that she forgot the questions. But the sharp slap on her backside brought her out of the reverie.
+She blushed as she nodded, ""Yes, I was just thinking how perfect this moment was. How perfect you are. I just don't want to miss a thing.""
+She should have known it was coming. She had left the door wide open and as He had told her a thousand times, He could resist anything but temptation. But even after all these weeks, it still caught her unaware as He began to serenade her.
+'Cause even when I dream of you   The sweetest dream would never do   I'd still miss you, baby   And I don't wanna miss a thing
+She smiled as she pressed a soft kiss to His lips. His rendition might give Steven Tyler a coronary, but she loved every note. The fact that He often broke out into song just sealed the deal for her. This man truly was every last one of her dreams come true. And whether they had decades, years or months together, they would squeeze a lifetime of love into those finite days. No, sleep was most definitely over-rated, because she did not 'wanna miss a thing.'
+I Don't Want to Miss a Thing written by Diane Warren and performed by Aerosmith
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+193,Magic in America: Fate,sweetnpetite,Chain Stories,2005-10-13,2005-10-13,2022-01-08 03:52:09,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/magic-in-america-fate,Does she dare believe?,"['Psychic', 'Supernatural']",4.41,"The day was unremarkable. There was sunshine, and warmth, a slight breeze and a few clouds. Brown and orange leaves littered the sidewalk. Loud music emanated from a parked car around the corner, and accented voices worked there way into the street.
+A long gray building with concrete stairs in a lower income section of town. There were a few small crab-apple trees planted in regular increments along the sidewalk served as landscaping. Ripened and damaged fruit rolled along under the woman's feet as she stepped out of SUV and approached the building.
+The woman who climbed the stairs seemed, not unremarkable but quite out of place. Her stylish, conservative dress betrayed a suburban origin. She had straight blonde hair that fell to the middle of her back and was clasped in a long gold colored barrette. She certainly stood out in this run down neglected neighborhood. Without a single resident having decorated for Halloween, the visitor felt an eerie chill run down her spine. She strode purposely to the third floor and knocked.
+The door had not been closed properly and swung upon to reveal a converted apartment. Behind a folding table, face to the open door, a brown skinned woman sat in flowing silky robes the color of peacock feathers . ""Come on in,"" the woman said with no trace of an accent of any kind.
+The seated woman was called Nina. That much was known to the visitor. That much and little more.
+The blonde haired woman shut the door behind her. The room smelled like a combination of apples and roses, a soothing and welcoming scent. Not quite what she had expected. She was, however, not surprised to see that the room was softly lit with many candles placed around the room, or that the windows where drawn over with thick velvety curtains in the deepest shade of purple you could imagine. There seemed very little in the room that resembled an actual residence, but that wasn't really her concern.
+""My name is Antonia,"" she said nervously..
+The seated woman nodded. ""Yes. They call you Toni."" The blonde woman cringed at this. It was true, her family called her Toni, a nickname that she was not fond of. There was nothing really remarkable about the woman knowing this, anyone could have guessed it. Nor was there anything remarkable about what she quickly added, which was, ""A name that you do not prefer."" Antonia had obviously reacted with distaste but she nodded with agreement anyway.
+""Pull up a seat, Antonia,"" the woman told her in a voice that she found soothing, even a bit hypnotic. She started to wonder if this had been a good idea, but she seated herself across from the woman and waited. She found herself at a loss for words, nearly forgetting why she had even went there. She found herself unable to look away from Nina to clear her head. The woman she beheld was an ageless beauty, seeming somehow ancient and young at the same time. It was easy to believe that she had the gift, as many who had seen her had been convinced.
+""No, you do not like being addressed as Toni. Those who call you that- they do not see you for who you really are, but only for who they want you to be. Who they expect you to be. You are tired of living up to others expectations of you. But you do not know your own expectations of yourself. You do not know who you are.""
+Antonia took a sharp breath in. The words sent cold shivers through her body and then a strange prickly heat. The woman had looked through her as if she were made of glass. ""Can you tell me who I am?"" Antonia asked in an awed whisper.
+""No one can see who you are, until you can see yourself. You must become what you want to be.""
+""But I don't know who I want to be,"" the blonde woman pleaded.
+""For that, you will need a mirror,"" the medium told her. She reached out a long slender hand to a deck of cards that lay stacked on her table. As she shuffled them, Antonia noticed that she wore a large turquoise ring on the middle finger of her left hand. It was set in silver. Her nails where long and filed to a rounded tip and painted a neutral taupe color. It was the only jewelry or decoration on her hands. Antonia was unsure why, but she had expected red nails and many rings on hands lined with age.
+The cards where not what she had imagined either. The woman shuffled them and then laid them out in a pattern she did not understand or recognize. There was no hanged man, no death card, no page of cups, no fool, no magician. Instead what she saw was unlettered cards showing patterns of shells, stones, feathers and sticks.
+Nina reached into a small drawer beneath her table and procured a glass bowl and a long slender cigarette. She lit the cigarette without asking if Antonia minded the smoke and studied the cards.
+""A change is coming for you. There will be three events that will take place. They are tests. Through them you will answer the question you seek. The question of who you are.""
+The seer paused and Antonia wondered, Is that it? But she once again was at a loss for words. Nina gazed at the cards as if looking for something more, so Antonia waited quietly.
+""It is true, you are not who others think you are. But the answer is not a simple one. For who you really are is hidden deep within. Part of who you are is a seeker, and you must begin with yourself. There are no easy answers, but there are answers if you are willing to look. You must look past the difficulty to the meaning behind it. The meaning for you. It will tell you who you are, and also, who you are not. Each trial will present you with a choice. The road you take will both show you who you are and create the person you will become. But you must be prepared, for it will not be easy.""
+""How- how can I prepare myself?,"" Antonia asked hesitantly.
+""You are lonely, but not alone. Only when you are alone will your loneliness be cured.""
+""I don't understand.""
+""There will come a time, my dear Antonia, when you will feel as if you can't go on. That life has been too unfair and unbearable. You must not give in to that dark feeling. It is then that you will be on the verge of your first breakthrough.""
+Now Antonia's eyes threatened to fill with tears. ""But I already feel like that! Are you telling me that it is going to get worse!""
+""It is always darkest before the dawn. You must remember that. You must hang on. There is sunshine coming for you. It is here, in the cards, and here-"" Nina grabbed her hand and turned it palm up, ""on your hand."" Nina's nail traced a line that bisected Antonia's palm.
+""After that, there will be two other tests. But they will not be as difficult as the first. Because the first will give you the strength to confront what is coming. I must light a candle for you.""
+The woman released Antonia's hand and reached into her drawer again. She pulled out a plain white taper candle, a simple candle holder and a book of matches. She lit the candle and said some words that Antonia did not understand. She held out her own hand and let the candle wax drip onto her open palm, until it was the size if a quarter. Then she blew out the candle and put it back into the drawer along with its accessories. She blew into her palm, cooling the wax and when it was cold, she peeled it out of her hand and pressed it into Antonia's. ""Until the light returns, keep this to remind you.""
+""What are the other two tests?""
+""You are not ready to hear of them yet. You must return to me in 1 months time. Do not pay me today. Do not even give me a gift. Simply return in thirty days.""
+""I don't know..."" Antonia was starting to wonder if perhaps this had all been a mistake. What was the joke, or the punch line here? Things just didn't seem to add up.
+""You must decide for yourself, of course. But I think I shall see you again.""
+""Yes, I'm sure you will,"" Antonia said, rising to leave. She doubted that she would stay true to her words, but she felt more comfortable saying what the woman wanted to hear so she could leave quickly.
+Quick as a flash, Nina's hand reached out and grabbed her arm. ""Antonia,"" the woman said, pushing back her sleeve to reveal the carefully concealed purple marks left there, ""he will never hit you again. It is destined.""
+Antonia had no idea how the woman had known. Perhaps she had simply guessed somehow from the way she held herself. But everything changed in an instant. The woman, Nina looked old and not so wise. Lines she had not seen before became apparent on her face; they had been hidden perhaps by the soft candle light. Her eyes looked sharp, but not intelligent, rather crazy. There was no way she knew what she was talking about. He had made Antonia that same promise a hundred times. The words were lies. Antonia's hair stood up over her head. Suddenly she couldn't leave this woman's presence fast enough. She fled from the apartment without looking back. Long dark shadows nipped at her heals and a cold wind whipped her face, but she didn't notice, the words of the seer rang in her ears like the devil's laughter, on this his night October 30th.
+She just couldn't listen to any more empty promises.
+That night when he came home two hours late, he was enraged that his dinner was cold. He overturned the table, smashing the dishes that they had received on their wedding day. As he raised his hand to punch her yet again, she knew that the crazy old woman's words were lies. She was disappointed in herself that she had allowed the tiniest bit of hope to creep into her necessarily hardened heart. She had known better.
+His clenched fist never found her soft cheek. Instead, his eyes widened in shock and fear then pain. Clutching his chest he fell to the ground breathless, lifeless. It was over in moments and she knew immediately that he was dead.
+As she went to dial 9-1-1 she let the final realization hit her. The last number was barely punched in before the world turned black around her and she fainted. She was alone."
+194,The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 1,Fantom Of The Opera,Chain Stories,2000-10-11,2000-10-11,2022-01-08 03:55:09,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-maltese-fuckin-ch-1-1,Joseph meets Lilith in Vegas casino.,"['Bigfoot Sasquatch', 'Dead Sea', 'Dealer Card', 'Joseph Finally', 'Joseph Gasped', 'Maltese Fuckin', 'Mesh Stockings', 'Playing Blackjack', 'Pulverized Beetles', 'Questions Bigfoot']",3.3,"**Ch. I: Murder in 33-B**
+Joseph Masterson, Ph.D., was a professor of religious studies at a major university in Los Angeles. He was a trim, alert handsome man of forty-three with a thin moustache, sharp eyes and impeccably dressed. He flashed around big-time money and had quite the eye for the ladies. Which is why Las Vegas was his favorite place and he made it a point to visit every few months. Joseph was also one of the world's foremost collectors of ancient jade artifacts which was the most important reason he was in sin city this time.
+Lilith was playing Blackjack at Joseph's favorite inn when he first saw her. He thought she was way out his league, and everybody else's for that matter. She was something beyond beautiful he thought. Very tall, long black shiny hair, green eyes, a strange beauty mark on her forehead and the face of a devilish angel. A goddess. Her red velvet mini-dress was so skin tight it looked like it was painted on. It had an open back with a multi-tipped wicked collar.
+The lady was winning and seemed to have real skill at the game. Joseph was not doing well as usual. The Japanese fellow with him, Miyuki Huang, was doing much better. Neither of the two gentlemen could believe the language the lady was using. Lilith kept saying ""Lick Me!"" whenever she wanted a hit. She used terminology like ""Ernest Hemingway becomes a man"" and ""Franklin's ace"" and the dealer never blinked an eye. He seemed to comprehend her lingo perfectly.
+Joseph took a break from the table when Lilith did, and he followed her into the lounge. ""Do you mind if I join you?"" he asked politely as she sat at a small table in the back.
+""Please do, I like company. You didn't seem to be doing well at the table. My name is Lilith.""
+Joseph introduced himself and said, ""No, I wasn't doing very well but you are an incredible player. Of course, you have a distinct advantage. Who can pay attention to cards when you are at the table?""
+Lilith laughed and said, ""Maybe, but it might help if you did things like play to seventeen when the dealer's up card is a seven or higher, play to twelve and stop when the dealer's card is a six or lower but higher than a three, and stuff like that.""
+They ordered a drink. ""Yours would of course be a Bloody Mary,"" he joked.
+Joseph was thoroughly impressed by Lilith's obvious intelligence and razor sharp wit. Very different than the coeds who frequented his classes he thought, but not much older. He was astounded by her knowledge of history, religion and scripture.
+Joseph was not sure if she was actually flirting with him or just teasing and tantalizing him in a friendly way. He said to himself he had to keep her interest if he was going to get anywhere with this one.
+""You know of course that Lilith was the first vampire and invented fellatio. Her goal in life was to suck the life force out of a man, his blood and his semen."" That being said, Joseph paused, and Lilith roared in laughter. He took that as a cue to continue.
+""Lilith was a parasitical predator who used her greatest weapons, her incredible beauty, her aura of sensuality and the skills taught her by supernatural beings to lure men into her snare."" Joseph quoted passages from the bible, Isaiah 34:14 and elsewhere, to document his statements. He also said he had copies of Dead Sea Scroll fragments that clinched it.
+""Oh, you are simply a shit! Not again! A chick who rides a Harley always gets stereotyped.""
+""You got a Harley?"" he stammered. ""Never been on one but I would love it.""
+""Yeah, right"" but are you sure? ""It's right outside. Let's go!"" She picked up her cape on the way out. Actually it was a distressed brown long leather duster she had dyed green. Large front pockets, backslit with snaps, adjustable cuffs, leg straps and a removable cape.
+Joseph couldn't back down now, it wouldn't be the manly thing to do, much to his chagrin.
+""That's quite a bike,"" was all he could say when he saw the Fatboy, and that he said rather weakly.
+""Yeah, I like it,"" Lilith responded nonchalantly. ""1993 custom built Fatboy. S & S rods and pistons, Edelbrock hand ported heads, Sifton 141 cam, PM 4-piston rear caliper, Lepera bare bones solo seat with gel pak, Merch performance case, Truett & Osborn flywheels, S & S Super-E with thunderjet, Dyna 2000 ignition and single fire coils, Pro-1 billet forward controls, Avon Super Venoms. It's a cool bike. Actually, I have a '51 Panhead I like better. You saw 'Easy Rider' right?""
+Joseph was speechless. Yes, he did see 'Easy Rider' but he didn't particularly want to be in the sequel. He put on one of the German army helmets with the Y-strap and she put on the other. Quite unusual he thought. All of this was unusual but he thought he best play along because he said to himself he would just die for one night with this woman.
+Joseph definitely did not take well to Lilith's wheelies and leaning on the curves. He was holding on for dear life and not even in a sensual way.
+""Those aren't life preservers,"" she yelled over her shoulder as Joseph kept squeezing her breasts in a death grip.
+Lilith couldn't tell whatever it was Joseph had for lunch. It just looked like vomit to her. But she was quite sure the beetle juice would work better on an empty stomach, and because she had achieved her objective, she turned around and headed back to the hotel.
+""You are definitely no biker!"" she said to Joseph and chuckled. He was relieved the lady was not ticked off he had barfed on her green cape, which looked very expensive.
+""The Dead Sea Scrolls?"" she asked, her interest still piqued as they returned to the bar and ordered another drink.
+""Yes, yes"" he eagerly attempted to continue.
+""Wait, wait"" she interrupted him. Joseph didn't notice Lilith pull on the waist of her red velvet mini-dress to display even more cleavage. As he gazed down the front, he was not about to argue with anything she said.
+Lilith knew he was looking and Joseph knew she knew. ""Well, you squeezed the hell out of them when we on my bike, so I guess it's OK if you take a real good look."" She broke out in laughter again. ""Joseph, I said 'wait' before you start about the Dead Sea Scrolls because my left foot is itching like crazy, would you scratch it for me, please?""
+He hit his head on the table on his eagerness to get under there and play with her tootsies and was glad she couldn't see his red face.
+""Oh my! You have such a nice soft tickling touch,"" she said so erotically he thought.
+""What are you doing under there Joseph,"" she finally said as people began to stare. ""I knew I should have worn panties.""
+When Joseph finally came up for air, Lilith said, ""Hurry up and finish your drink. I'll buy you dinner. I'm famished!"" Joseph's drink looked cloudy as he sat at the table once again. ""Did you put something in my drink?""
+""Well sure I did!"" and she laughed loudly and he couldn't help join her in the mirth.
+""I put some beetle juice in your drink. Pulverized emerald green blister beetles, you know, the Cantharis Vesicatoria, more commonly known as the Spanish Fly.""
+""Huh?"" was about all he could muster up at that.
+""Do you not know that the Marquis de Sade utilized a concoction of the same pulverized beetles to entice young ladies to participate in his orgies. Unfortunately he occasionally used a little too much and poisoned his feminine friends.""
+""Really?"" he responded in as he regained his composure somewhat.
+""Really. And two thousand years ago the Roman whore, Livia, who was married to one of the Nero boys and also Augustus, used a little of the stuff to flavor the food. No wonder the entire imperial family engaged in many sexual indiscretions and perversions she later used against them.""
+""What about the Spanish Fly results in death?"" Joseph asked as he was becoming more and more intrigued. This girl can spin some yarns as good as I can he thought.
+""Cantharidin is the poisonous substance in these pulverized beetles. Normally two grams will certainly result in a fatality within a few hours. Not to get medically technical, but prior to death the preliminary symtom is priapism. You know, a hard on that won't go away no matter what.""
+Joseph felt as though he was getting one of those hardons at that very moment so he suggested they go into the dining room.
+""I can't let her monopolize the conversation,"" Joseph said to himself as they were contemplating the menu. She will mesmerize me with that sultry voice he thought. ""Change the subject?"" was his foremost thought and ""How can a woman get the best of me intellectually? I'm a doctor of philosophy. I'm the man!""
+Joseph suspected he could divert Lilith's attention from talking about sexual matters by expounding upon his ""Sasquatch"" theory. Bigfoot, or Sasquatch, the common Native American terminology, was his peculiar fetish. He was quite pleased when Lilith asked to order for both of them.
+The waiter was Jewish and spoke Hebrew. And so did Lilith! Joseph couldn't believe his ears. Of course, he was fluent in Hebrew and joined the conversation. She was so kind as to let him order the wine.
+""We would like the Shepherd's Pie,"" she instructed the waiter. ""Salad and an appetizer, you pick, surprise us."" The Jewish waiter was just as infatuated with this woman as Joseph was, he was hanging on her every word.
+""What is Shepherd's Pie, exactly?"" Joseph asked.
+""It's delicious! I've had it here before and it is absolutely my favorite. Irish potatoes and Hebrew meatballs.""
+Lilith smirked devilishly and continued, ""Hebrew meatballs are goat's testicles boiled in milk. The recipe comes from the 'Kama Sutra' where it states the delicacy dramatically increases sexual vigor.""
+Joseph gasped and almost fainted in shock at this revelation.
+""Oh Joseph, you are so much fun to tease! Lighten up will ya?""
+They thoroughly enjoyed their long and leisurely dinner. Joseph did most of the talking. Lilith seemed captivated by his talk of the Sasquatch. He thought himself quite witty when he started off on the subject with, ""Are the tabloid headlines like 'Beautiful Women Help to Lure Bigfoot' and 'Sasquatch Likes to Study the Ladies' true?""
+Joseph asked questions like, ""Is the Bigfoot a man, beast or an aberration that resulted from the sexual perversions of the fallen angels thousands of years ago? Why do Native American legends abound regarding bigfoot like creatures? The Sasquatch of our country, the Yeti of Asia, the Mapinguari of the Amazon region, the Yowie of Australia, the Abominable Snowman of the Himalayas are all what?""
+And then he answered his own questions. ""Bigfoot are mutants. Their ancestors are Nephilim, fallen angels. The fallen angels who came to earth and copulated with women. Bigfoot, Sasquatch, are giants. Decendents of the giants of the bible like Goliath and Og of Bashan. A dormant recessive supernatural gene has caused significant genetic damage over the past 6,000 years. They remain, however, incredibly intelligent despite their outward appearance. There are numerous photographs and footprints of Bigfoot in evidence. Sightings are increasing but they are extremely elusive and dispose of the remains of the dearly departed.""
+""Of course you can prove all this,"" Lilith interrupted.
+""Sure can. One of my colleagues has obtained a hair sample from a Sasquatch and has isolated a sequenced mitochrondial gene fragment to determine the phylogenetic affiliation of the creature.""
+""What does that mean in plain English?"" she interrupted again.
+""The research has determined conclusively that Sasquatch is far more human than ape. My colleague and others like him are afraid to publish their research lest they be subject to great public ridicule, despite the overwhelming evidence.""
+Lilith interjected with a seductive smile, ""And of course you were correct about yours truly. I am a vampire; I am Lilith the original demoness of the dark although I'm a little old for you dude, as in more than six thousand birthdays.""
+Joseph gasped at this last admission and Lilith saw the opportunity to change the subject to what she was most interested in. ""Joseph, I heard you and that Japanese guy talking about something called the Black Dick. You also referred to it as the Charcoal Charmstone and the Maltese Fuckin' I think. What in the world was that all about?""
+""Oh nothing much. Just business. Just an ancient piece of jade sculpture I would like to acquire and Mr. Huang is the intermediary. Embedded in the sculpture are two absolutely incredible emeralds. The piece is thousands of years old. From the Olmec era. We know it later belonged to the Aztecs in Teotihuacan but then it just simply disappeared. What family owned those jewels all those years we do not yet know. The piece is priceless probably, but I'm not sure Mr. Huang knows that. The Black Dick, Charcoal Charmstone and Maltese Fuckin' are just nicknames we gave it. It is a phallic symbol and has been coated with flat black latex paint to disguise it. Who wouldn't recognize jade and emeralds?"" ""C'mon dude, let's dance, all this talk and food is making me fat,"" she declared emphatically. There was a small band playing some good tunes.
+Joseph was a very practiced devotee of the dance floor and every eye in the room was on them, dance after dance. Finally, the leader of the band announced they were taking a short break.
+Lilith grabbed Joseph's hand and led him up to the band leader, a gentleman named Louie. ""Do you take requests?"" she asked demurely.
+Louie's eyes also had been riveted on this gorgeous creature as she whirled and twirled. He winked as he said, ""I'd do anything for you, honey. But the next set is country and western. Got to cater to the cowboys in the crowd.""
+""Cool!"" she exclaimed and startled Louie with her enthusiasm. ""Would you believe I'm a cowgirl and I can sing?""
+Louie joined the pair at their table for a drink during the break. Lilith gave him a quick lesson on Dwight Yoakam's ""Buenas Noches From a Lonely Room (She Wore Red Dresses).""
+Louie just loved the tune and asked Lilith to tell the band how to play it, and he insisted she join him on the stage.
+Lilith helped Louie start off the song.
+""She wore red dresses with her black shining hair.""
+""She had my baby and caused me to care,"" he sang. Lilith whispered in his ear, ""I sure hope not, I take pills.""
+""Then coldly she left me to suffer and cry,"" he warbled. ""The only thing you are crying about, Louie, is that you didn't get to stick it up my bum yet,"" she whispered and he laughed.
+""She wore red dresses and told such sweet lies,"" and on that note Lilith did a ""Who Me?"" pantomime.
+The audience went wild with this act and wanted much more, and so did Louie, but she begged off with ""Maybe later. I got to get back to the Blackjack table and make some more moola.""
+But Blackjack was not the game she had in mind at the moment. She asked Joseph, ""You have a room in this hotel, do you not? Can we go up so I can freshen up a bit?""
+""Yes, I do have a room. 33-B is just waiting for you and me."" Joseph could not believe his good fortune. He never would have suggested such an idea but since it was her, what could a gentleman do but concur? Besides, he had been suffering from an incredible erection for hours which would have been rather visible had he not kept his long jacket buttoned.
+At first, during dinner, Joseph thought Lilith was just joking with him when she took the leopard fur lined bondage cuffs out of her purse and put them around her wrists. ""Quite the fashion accessory don't you think Joseph? Check out this velcro closure with the locking tongue roller buckle. I have a larger pair in my purse for ankles along with the straps to hook them up to whatever.""
+Joseph had a complimentary bottle of champagne in his room and they decided to imbibe. He was sitting on the bed and Lilith was sitting on a chair close to him.
+Lilith took the cuffs off her wrists, took the larger pair out of her purse and asked seductively, ""Would you like to try these on?""
+""No, no"" she corrected him when he eagerly stuck out his arms and lifted up his legs. ""Take your clothes off except for your shorts,"" and he did so incredibly quickly.
+Lilith attached the cuffs and the straps and hitched Joseph up to the bed. ""You are at my mercy, as in, no mercy."" She couldn't resist the temptation to walk on him but she did kick her spikes off and did so very gently. ""I'm going to get into something more comfortable,"" and with that she picked up her purse and went into the bathroom.
+Slipping her dress off quickly, she admired her image in just the garter belt and mesh stockings in the mirror. Her long painted red fingernails did look like claws.
+The fangs were last. She had sculpted them herself with Fimo baked polymer clay and tooth dye. A little dental adhesive to hold them in place and she could bite even apples and other hard objects.
+When she walked back in the room, Joseph gasped but he liked what he saw.
+Lilith started by nibbling his neck with her fangs and raking her claws lightly over his chest and legs until she drew blood. She rubbed her stocking adorned feet all over his body.
+Pulling on Joseph's boxer shorts, she got them down to his knees. ""This isn't so easy when somebody is spread-eagled you know,"" she responded when he appeared amused by her struggling.
+Lilith had Joseph in her mouth, all of him. She sucked him hard and fast and bit and nibbled until he screamed. This was a pleasure scream.
+The vamp kept right on sucking and biting long after Joseph came; sucking and biting harder and harder. He began screaming again loudly. This was a terror scream. He told her what she wanted to know, the ""secret,"" and then she removed her mesh stockings and stuffed them in his mouth. Not even the stockings could muffle the cries of anguish as she finished the job.
+Lilith dropped a playing card on the bed as she walked out the door. It was the card she had lifted from the deck while playing blackjack; the Queen of Hearts.
+The next morning the maid found Joseph still spread-eagled and restrained to the bed. She was able to summon security before she crumpled in shock. It was soon discovered that Joseph's penis was missing and all the blood was drained from his body.
+ _To Be Continued..._"
+195,The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 1,Bent Ampersand,Chain Stories,2000-10-11,2000-10-11,2022-01-08 03:55:10,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-maltese-fuckin-ch-1-2,Sexy blonde meets hunk on train to Vegas.,"['Black Hands', 'Black Porter', 'James Groaned', 'Kirby', 'Madeline', 'Maltese Fuckin', 'Miss Cross', 'Nice Pussy', 'Pussy James', 'Raised Skirt']",3.9,"**Ch. I: Murder in 33-B**
+Los Angeles, 1957
+The moon hung low in the April sky and looked like it could have sweated all that rain. The streetlamps reflected up from the rain puddles lining 16th street in the City of Angels -giving water the edge found in fishnet stockings. Like the steam pouring from the street centers, the steam from the train station was white like a virgin's pillow -the mist of heat and travel.
+""All aboard!"" Came the cry from the tracks. Last minute travelers, and those fashionably late came running forward, tickets in hand. The conductor had a shy eye about him, like he knew something of a card trick and eyed the lagging passengers with the contempt saved for church goers who caught their neighbors sneaking of to speak-easies.
+Hugo Kirby, caught sight of this conductor and made out his badge: W. Utley. ""Not supposed to open that inside,"" was all Utley said, indicating Kirby's umbrella.
+The umbrella was whipped shut with the bravado reserved for Old Western Towns and Kirby tipped his Fedora, ""Suppose I ain't supposed to wear this inside, neither?""
+And that's when the commotion started.
+The storm of Madeline Cross. There she was, decked in a black party dress -a mockery of a funeral. Her lavish black hat. Her long black cigarette holder.
+She was always surrounded by an entourage. Bodyguard. A personal photographer. Make-up girl. Hair girl. Secretary. All there to make sure that Miss Cross would be Miss 1958. Like she was Miss 1957 and Miss 1956 for Class Act magazine.
+But she was alone tonight.
+And Kirby would've missed her, but he knew that face anywhere. Burned into the back of his mind like the dying embers in the pipe of someone who'd kicked the habit long ago. He snorted at her.
+""Mr. Kirby,"" she chimed, stepping toward him, staring up with that soft white skin. With those ruby red lips. With that touch of make-up on the cheek to make her look embarrassed. But the raised eyebrows gave her game away, she always acted like she'd be leaving with her marbles and yours when the game ended.
+""Miss Cross,"" he said with his tongue in his cheek.
+""Going to the end of the line?"" She intoned, bemused.
+""What about you?"" He turned to face her. ""Going all the way?""
+She gave a husky chuckle, the kind that came from smoking cigarettes and drinking rum behind an officer's back. ""Mr. Kirby..."" She places a white glove on the handle, preparing to pull herself onto the train. ""...if I'm going anywhere, it won't be with you.""
+""Las Vegas?"" He asked with a dry smile.
+He knew her ticket read the same. She narrowed an eye at Utley. ""Sir. I have some personal items I would like to see carried into my room. 33-B.""
+""Right away, miss..."" The crotchety man spoke with a touch of spittle. He blew a whistle and a black porter appeared in a sparkling uniform. He had no name tag. Few black workers did on this train line.
+""Whatcha need, sir?"" The man asked, too happy to help.
+Madeline Cross looked the Negro man up and down with an eye lit somewhere between that of a scientist and good old fashioned lust. ""I'm Miss Cross,"" she said, taking over the conversation and issuing instructions. ""This bag... I want it in 33-B.""
+He nodded and went to speak, his large black hands taking up the bags.
+""Excuse me,"" a skinny man -a family man asked from behind Madeline, ""are there many Negro gentlemen working on this train?"" It was obvious he was addressing Utley. Utley the conductor.
+Kirby turned and observed the family. The father slim, the wife more slim, the daughter blooming, and the son reading a book. He quirked an eyebrow and turned back toward the black porter.
+He was already boarding the train with the luggage, Madeline behind him. Utley stopped the porter, ""Now, once this train is moving, you better get on to the back of the train like you're supposed to!""
+""Yes sir,"" the porter beamed and ducked into the train, Madeline scooted up behind him.
+Kirby listened a moment to Utley clearing up the matter of how many blacks were employed by the train and once the family was assured that these men wouldn't act like wild animals -that indeed the family would be safe, he boarded the train. Rolling his eyes, he thought Utley was the biggest bigot of the bunch.
+Whew. Madeline. How long had it been.
+Three years going on fifty.
+The dining car was all full up and Kirby had to squint to find an empty seat. There were couples, families, lots of smoke and waiters with the elbow room of a seven year old girl. He smirked to himself, appreciating the omen before him. A train ride to Vegas and a blonde woman was sitting all alone.
+""I'm Kirby,"" he said. ""Hugo by the first name,"" he added after seating himself.
+""That a fact?"" She asked, not looking up from her menu to take in his charm.
+""Going to Las Vegas?"" He asked, knowing immediately afterward that he'd fumbled. She looked up with a dry smile. Blue eyes.
+""Just put the bags down anywhere,"" Madeline said, turning to sit in her couch. She watched the porter set down her items as she smoked her cigarette.
+He had some muscles, this specimen before her. It looked as if he would explode from the tight white shirt wrapped around him. She ashed on the floor.
+""Yes ma'am,"" he said under his breath, choosing to set them to one side of the door. It was as if the weight of her bags or the ash on the floor that started the train.
+Perfect timing. She smiled to herself.
+""Have a name besides Porter?"" She asked with a husk.
+""Yes ma'am,"" he said, turning for the door. ""James. James Hill.""
+""James Hill..."" she said, standing to stop him. ""Is it customary where you're from to introduce yourself and leave the room?""
+""No ma'am,"" he said, turning to look over his white shoulder with his black skin. ""I just got work to do is all. I didn't mean to be rude.""
+""Apologize then..."" she muttered, approaching him.
+""I'm sorry, ma'am.""
+""I didn't hear you..."" Madeline breathed, now close enough for him to feel her breath on his neck. ""...maybe it's that rock n' roll... tell me again."" She could smell the sweat from a hard day at the train yard. ""Tell me here..."" She pointed at her ear.
+""I'm sorry, ma'am,"" he said lowly, pitching it to her ear.
+She rubbed the front of his pants with a lazy hand.
+""Not good enough."" She said.
+The blonde had lit a cigarette and had still to introduce herself. Kirby could see she was an uphill battle, but anything worth having was worth fighting for. ""Miss..."" he said, humorously. ""...I hear the swordfish is to die for.""
+""Mrs..."" she corrected him, ""and what swordfish?""
+""Oh, you mean the menu!"" He beamed. ""Haven't read it yet...""
+""And you meant...?""
+""I was crude.""
+She mocked him with wide eyes and leaned back heavily in her seat. Her red dress falling some from a bare shoulder. ""I'm shocked,"" she intoned.
+""Your turn to shock me."" He raised an eyebrow.
+And he felt her nylon coated toes between his legs. His eyes went to hers and he could see them narrow. As if the smoke was getting to her. As if there was a heat going all around.
+""I can't do this, ma'am..."" James panted into her ear. He felt her breasts heaving against him. Her forgotten cigarette smoldering in the rug of the train car.
+""Your tip will be amazing,"" she managed, bringing a hand around his back. He could feel her rubbing herself against his leg, trying to raise her skirt. ""I hear these rumors... guess lots of us white women do...""
+Through his slacks, he could feel the difference in texture rubbing against him. Her nylons, her hard skirt, her soft naked thighs slowly becoming revealed. And her full lips gasped against his ear.
+""Is it true?"" She said with a touch of her nose.
+""Is what true?"" He asked, playing innocent.
+Her fingers gripped his zipper and before he could protest, her cold fingers grasped something a lot warmer. And a lot bigger. ""Oh god,"" she whispered. ""This is what I want... do you read magazines? I'm famous you know. And I'm infamous when I don't get what I want.""
+It was heavy in her hand. And hard. Maybe poor James Hill had never felt a nice pussy like hers. Hell, there were a lot of white men who had never felt a nice pussy like hers. She didn't think of her private parts as ordinary or simple. It was a gift.
+""I can't, ma'am,"" he said, sighing in surrender as she stroked him.
+""How big is it, James?""
+""I don't know."" He said, honestly.
+Madeline dropped to her knees to admire its size. Size was always impressive. Be it mountains, be it buildings. Be it black cock.
+And she was impressed.
+""Anything to drink, sir?"" The waiter asked of Hugo Kirby. The toes were rubbing his groin, coaxing quite the erection from between his placid legs.
+""Uhm..."" He began, gazing up at the waiter.
+The Blonde narrowed her eyes with amusement. ""Just the check..."" She said, eyeing Hugo. ""...we brought out own.""
+Madeline had never sucked any man's cock before. Though she had demanded a number of men and quite a few women do something similar to herself. Her lips fell open and she gazed on the erection with a hungriness that seemed older than puberty. She looked up at James in appreciation.
+He looked ready to leave, so she gave him a reason to stay. She closed her lips over the erection, letting the head fill her mouth. She ran her tongue beneath it and out of her mouth as if trying to bring more in.
+That was no good.
+But James Hill appreciated what she was attempting and began stroking her red hair. Her own fingers went beneath her raised skirt and began rubbing her panties. Maybe she needed the touch or maybe she wanted to gauge for herself just how wet she was.
+It was as if she had already come.
+As if she had already spilled.
+And the thought of that really did make her come.
+She slipped her mouth from the prick and groaned.
+The Blonde was laughing. Hugo was trying to figure out what was so funny.
+He didn't have a room.
+He was coach.
+And she was married.
+There was nowhere on this earth they could conceivably be alone.
+""Where are we going?"" He asked, praying this wasn't one of those come-fuck-me- while-my-husband-watches deals like they had back east. He was never up for performing in front of others. Maybe that's why things had gone sour with Madeline. Or was it his hair? He couldn't remember which.
+""Your room!"" She chirped.
+""I haven't got a room..."" He said with a shrug. The type of shrug that he'd given on a playground years before. She leaned up against a wall. The door there said 33-B.
+And the other door... only feet away said: BROOM CLOSET.
+She sucked on her pearl necklace, glancing between him and the door. Her smile clued him in.
+""Put it in my pussy..."" Madeline breathed, her breasts pushed into the couch, a cushion rubbing her chin. ""...put it right in my white pussy...""
+James now had his pants off. And walked toward her skirted ass holding his larger penis.
+She felt the length of it touch the top of her skirt. She knew that wasn't a forearm or a banana. She knew that was the biggest cock ever and she knew she was going to get it.
+Madeline was about to receive that thing she always wanted. She felt the black hands grip the skirt, fumbling with the material. The skirt was slipping in his clumsy hands.
+""Tear it!"" She cried over her shoulder.
+And then the ripping.
+The skirt.
+The panties.
+A part of her nylon.
+And now the air... all muggy from their breathing, but cool all the same touched to her exposed pussy. ""Put it in me..."" She groaned. And he did. From behind her. He felt the head begin parting her pussy lips. And she wondered how if felt for him. White pussy.
+James groaned. The fat head parting the giving lips of this woman. Her slippery insides demanding him. He felt her from inside squeezing him. And then the next inch followed. And the next. He kept breathing, not wanting to hurt this lady.
+Madeline was gripping the couch, her eyes clenched.
+""Yes..."" She murmured as she felt him filling her. ""Fuck me... you're gonna... show me... I need it... oh god..."" Her chants were above a whisper. She felt him going into her piece by piece, her womb opening for him. That feeling inside of her was that feeling that came only from sneezing or cleaning of ears or coming after fucking for an hour.
+Only it was continuous.
+James groaned, having filled her.
+""You ready, lady?"" He asked with his first touch of aggression.
+""Fuck me..."" She managed, tears in her eyes.
+The door shut behind them, Hugo's arms went around this blonde lady's. ""Strange the door was unlock-"" He began before she had her lips on his, pressing her body into his.
+""You never told me your name."" He said, breaking for a breath.
+""Pam,"" she said. He suspected she was lying.
+Her hands parted his jacket, rubbing his nipples beneath his shirt.
+""Someone can come in here at anytime..."" he said.
+""Are you gonna come in here?"" She asked, gripping his chest, rubbing up and down. He could smell her perfume. And he raised her skirt up. His mouth went to her neck.
+James was pulled almost all the way out of Madeline and then slammed back into her. And he did it again. Harder, harder, and harder still. Each time, he got more bold. First, he gripped only her hips. And then the small of her back. But now.
+Now his hands were on her breasts, smearing her blouse over her fine titties. His mind was wrapped around the idea of her letting him suck them. He wanted nothing more than to please this woman. Maybe she would hire him as her own sex slave. There were worse livings out there.
+""Oh god..."" she mumbled into the cushion. This man behind her was a fuck machine. He had maintained the pacing and the beat. His prick was pleasing her pussy in ways she'd never dreamed. As his fantastic cock kept slipping in and out of her now-accustomed cunt, she wondered if she'd become addicted. If she would need now only three things in life: coffee, cigarettes, and black cock. Her chin raised, shaking the thought off.
+Fucking the black porter made her feel like a real slut. More than those posh parties she always attended. More than the orgies she'd been apart of in China. This was dangerous. This was real.
+This was sex.
+She began shaking again, thinking of what she was doing.
+And James could feel her coming on his prick. It seemed to grow harder inside of her, responding to her muscles and her leaking. He cried out for the first time.
+""How about some light?"" Hugo asked, fumbling with a cord. The woman didn't respond. When the light came on, he was astounded with what was before him.
+Her blonde hair was tossed from their love play. Her dress had slipped over her breasts, exposing their perfect shape... and their fine red tips. Her blue eyes had smudged make up and most of her lip stick was probably on him.
+That's when he went to voice his approval.
+And that's when the lights went out.
+The lights went out all around them.
+Madeline didn't know if it was how hard she was being fucked, or if it was the power. Maybe both.
+Surprised James too.
+No more light.
+And then a shot in the dark. Madeline screamed.
+Madeline felt James slip from her and fall to the floor. She turned to look over the shoulder. The door was kicked open and she saw a figure run out into the hallway.
+""James?"" She asked. ""James...?""
+In the darkness, Hugo fumbled for the doorknob.
+The blonde was screaming from the gunshot sound.
+""Shhh..."" He said, trying to shut her up.
+The door was locked.
+ _To Be Continued..._  "
+196,The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 2,Sabrina,Chain Stories,2000-10-11,2000-10-11,2022-01-08 03:55:16,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-maltese-fuckin-ch-2-1,Madeleine is caught with dead Black porter.,"['Hole Heart', 'Hugo Started', 'Hugo Stood', 'Luxurious Room', 'Moaned Shot', 'Shit Yelled', 'Shot Fired', 'Stood Blonde', 'Switch Flicked', 'Times Naked']",2.8,"**Ch. II: The Streets of Sin City**
+""Shit!"" Hugo swore, as he grappled with the door lock. ""Shit. It's locked!"" The blond was still screaming. He fumbled for the light cord and with trembling fingers pulled it but nothing happened. ""Shit!"" he yelled. The main corridor light switch must have been flicked. He kicked the door.
+There was screaming from the room opposite and high pitched screaming from his own room.
+""Shut the fuck up,"" he yelled at the blond.
+""I'm shot,"" she moaned, ""I'm shot!"" Hugo cast an eye at her through the dim light.
+""No, you're not,"" he brushed her aside. ""It came from the cabin on the other side of the corridor."" Hugo cast his mind back. What was the name of that cabin? Thirty something... Then it came to him. It was 33B. Suddenly he remembered. ""Oh my god, Madeline!""
+""What?"" the blonde looked up from her sobbing.
+""The cabin in which the shot was fired was 33B! Madeline said her room was 33-B! She may be shot!"" He ran towards the door. ""Madeline! Madeline!""
+""Who the fuck is Madeline?"" she snapped.
+""She may be dead!"" Hugo yelled. He started hammering on the door. ""Help! We need some help in here!""
+The blonde dramatically collapsed on the floor. ""I may be dying!"" she yelled. ""Had you thought about that!"" Hugo turned, exasparated. ""You're not dying,"" he snapped. ""There's no blood, no bullet. Can't you fucking see that? It's not that dark in here!""
+""How would you know!"" she shrieked. ""You're not dying!""
+""No, but Madeline might be! Now shut the fuck up and let me clear my head!""
+After what seemed like an eternity, the train stopped. Hugo could hear passengers' muffled gasps and shrieks. There was a murmuring and Hugo heard a man's voice shouting.
+""Stand aside, clear away, let me through! I'm the conductor here!"" It was Utley. Hugo started hammering on the door.
+""Help! We're locked in here! Let us out!"" he yelled. ""There's no key,"" he heard Utley say on the other side of the door. ""Stand aside. We'll break it down.""
+Hugo grabbed the blonde and pulled her to the very back of the broom cupboard. After several attempts in which the door merely stood fast and creaked, Utley and two other male passengers successfully kicked it down. Utley hurried over to them. Hugo stood up and let him through to the blonde.
+""Are you okay, Miss?"" he asked, pulling her up.
+""You've got to save Madeline!"" Hugo yelled.
+""Is she Madeline?"" Utley looked at the sobbing blonde.
+""No, she's Pam!"" Hugo sighed. The blonde shook her touseled hair and leant against the conductor.
+""No,"" she whispered dramatically. ""I'm Sam Randall."" The conductor threw down his hands.
+""Who the fuck are you two?"" he yelled in exasperation. Hugo grabbed him by the shoulders.
+""I'm Hugo Kirby, she's Sam or Pam, it makes no difference, for the one who I'm trying to tell you to find is Madeline! She's in Room 33-B where the fucking shot was heard!""
+The conductor pushed Hugo away. He pointed to the porters. ""You, go check on Room 33-B with him. And you, go turn the main lights on"" He looked at the blonde again. ""Are you okay, Miss?""
+""No,"" she whispered. ""I think I'm shot!""
+""She's just in shock,"" Hugo explained. ""It's Madeline who may be in danger.""
+Utley gestured to another porter. Take this lady to a compartment where she can recover. The rest of you, go back to your rooms. There's nothing to see here."" The crowd of people filed back down the corridors, murmuring amongst themselves. Hugo and Utley, who was holding a torch, went across to the door of Room 33-B where the porters were knocking on the door.
+""Miss?"" one of them asked. ""Are you alright in there?"" Utley pushed them away impatiently. ""Leave them to me,"" he said. He knocked on the door. ""Miss,"" he consulted his papers, ""Miss...Cross? Open the door, I'm the conductor. ""
+There was no reply. Hugo could hear sobbing. The conductor tried again. ""Miss Cross, open this door at once! I am William Utley, the conductor. Let me in at once, I say!"" Still no answer. Angrily, Utley tried the door. The handle turned and the door opened at once surprisingly, making Utley stumble into the room. But what was in the room, was even more surprising. Hugo gasped.
+There, on the plush carpet of the luxurious room, lay Madeline, in a way that Hugo had seen her many times before. Naked. She was crouched over someone, sobbing. Both Utley and Hugo ran forward and helped Madeline onto a chair. They turned around to see who lay there on the carpet.
+One of the porters fainted. The other ran out to be sick. Utley gulped, his face Hugo gasped again. He recognized the black porter, this time without his porter's uniform. And this time with a bullet hole right through his heart and blood pouring on to the white plush carpet ""Shit!"" Hugo swore, as he grappled with the door lock. ""Shit. It's locked!"" The blond was still screaming. He fumbled for the light cord and with trembling fingers pulled it but nothing happened. ""Shit!"" he yelled. The main corridor light switch must have been flicked. He kicked the door.
+There was screaming from the room opposite and high pitched screaming from his own room.
+""Shut the fuck up,"" he yelled at the blond.
+""I'm shot,"" she moaned, ""I'm shot!"" Hugo cast an eye at her through the dim light.
+""No, you're not,"" he brushed her aside. ""It came from the cabin on the other side of the corridor."" Hugo cast his mind back. What was the name of that cabin? Thirty something... Then it came to him. It was 33B. Suddenly he remembered. ""Oh my god, Madeline!""
+""What?"" the blonde looked up from her sobbing.
+""The cabin in which the shot was fired was 33B! Madeline said her room was 33-B! She may be shot!"" He ran towards the door. ""Madeline! Madeline!""
+""Who the fuck is Madeline?"" she snapped.
+""She may be dead!"" Hugo yelled. He started hammering on the door. ""Help! We need some help in here!""
+The blonde dramatically collapsed on the floor. ""I may be dying!"" she yelled. ""Had you thought abou that!"" Hugo turned, exasparated. ""You're not dying,"" he snapped. ""There's no blood, no bullet. Can't you fucking see that? It's not that dark in here!""
+""How would you know!"" she shrieked. ""You're not dying!""
+""No, but Madeline might be! Now shut the fuck up and let me clear my head!""
+After what seemed like an eternity, the train stopped. Hugo could hear passengers' muffled gasps and shrieks. There was a murmuring and Hugo heard a man's voice shouting.
+""Stand aside, clear away, let me through! I'm the conductor here!"" It was Utley. Hugo started hammering on the door.
+""Help! We're locked in here! Let us out!"" he yelled. ""There's no key,"" he heard Utley say on the other side of the door. ""Stand aside. We'll break it down.""
+Hugo grabbed the blonde and pulled her to the very back of the broom cupboard. After several attempts in which the door merely stood fast and creaked, Utley and two other male passengers successfully kicked it down. Utley hurried over to them. Hugo stood up and let him through to the blonde.
+""Are you okay, Miss?"" he asked, pulling her up.
+""You've got to save Madeline!"" Hugo yelled.
+""Is she Madeline?"" Utley looked at the sobbing blonde.
+""No, she's Pam!"" Hugo sighed. The blonde shook her touseled hair and leant against the conductor.
+""No,"" she whispered dramatically. ""I'm Sam Randall."" The conductor threw down his hands.
+""Who the fuck are you two?"" he yelled in exasperation. Hugo grabbed him by the shoulders.
+""I'm Hugo Kirby, she's Sam or Pam, it makes no difference, for the one who I'm trying to tell you to find is Madeline! She's in Room 33-B where the fucking shot was heard!""
+The conductor pushed Hugo away. He pointed to the porters. ""You, go check on Room 33-B with him. And you, go turn the main lights on"" He looked at the blonde again. ""Are you okay, Miss?""
+""No,"" she whispered. ""I think I'm shot!""
+""She's just in shock,"" Hugo explained. ""It's Madeline who may be in danger.""
+Utley gestured to another porter. Take this lady to a compartment where she can recover. The rest of you, go back to your rooms. There's nothing to see here."" The crowd of people filed back down the corridors, murmuring amongst themselves. Hugo and Utley, who was holding a torch, went across to the door of Room 33-B where the porters were knocking on the door.
+""Miss?"" one of them asked. ""Are you alright in there?"" Utley pushed them away impatiently. ""Leave them to me,"" he said. He knocked on the door. ""Miss,"" he consulted his papers, ""Miss...Cross? Open the door, I'm the conductor. ""
+There was no reply. Hugo could hear sobbiing. The conductor tried again. ""Miss Cross, open this door at once! I am William Utley, the conductor. Let me in at once, I say!"" Still no answer. Angrily, Utley tried the door. The handle turned and the door opened at once surprisingly, making Utley stumble into the room. But what was in the room, was even more surprising. Hugo gasped.
+There, on the plush carpet of the luxurious room, lay Madeline, in a way that Hugo had seen her many times before. Naked. She was crouched over someone, sobbing. Both Utley and Hugo ran forward and helped Madeline onto a chair. They turned around to see who lay there on the carpet.
+One of the porters fainted. The other ran out to be sick. Utley gulped, his face Hugo gasped again. He recognized the black porter, this time without his porter's uniform. And this time with a bullet hole right through his heart and blood pouring on to the white plush carpet.
+Utley went white. With his voice shaking, he called for more porters. Three came in running and gasped at the sight of the porter James Brown. ""You, boy,"" Utley told him. ""Go to my private compartment. There's a, there's a telephone in there. Call ahead to the next top, that's Los Angeles, and tell them what is happening. You, you go to the driver and inform him of the circumstances. Tell him to start up the train again and to make full speed to LA."" Both porters ran off quickly. He gestured to the third. ""And you, go through all the coaches and rooms and try to find a doctor, nurse or anyone who can help. And bring the medical kit."" He paused. ""This boy is going to need it...""
+Hugo went over to Madeline who was crying in her chair, and gave her her clothes. She quickly pulled them on, her fingers trembling, and hugged him.
+""If you ask me, she's lying, Barry!"" one of the policemen called to the cop.
+""Well I'm not askin you, I'm askin' her,"" the police inspector glared at Madeline, who sat next to Hugo on the opposite side of the desk. The police inspector leaned over on his desk. His name tag read Inspector B. Owner.
+""So, Miss Cross, all we've gotten out of you is your name and the name of your friend here. Well my name's Barry Owner, I'm 6ft two, I'm a police inspector and I'll 'ave you fucking thrown into the cells if you're not more talkative. So go on, we're,"" he nodded to the officers behind him, ""we're listening. Tell us more."" he said, mockingly.
+Madeline looked at Hugo. ""M-my name's Madeline Cross and I'm a model.""
+Owner looked her up and down. ""What sort of model?"" he smirked.
+""I was Miss 1956 and 57 for Class Act magazine,"" she stammered.
+""Oh, I see."" Owner got up and walked around Hugo and Madeline, breathing heavily on her neck. She fidgeted nervously in her seat. He sat down again. ""Now, would you care to shed some light on why you were in your room with a black porter?""
+""He - I called him in to ask him to bring me some tea,"" Madeline said hesitantly, her eyes conveniently fixed on the patterns on the ceiling.
+""You were both naked, Miss Cross.""
+""I, I - "" Madeline looked to Hugo desperately.
+""What was a fucking black porter doing with you, Miss Cross?"" Owner demanded.
+Madeline looked from one face to another. ""He wasn't raping me, if that's what you mean,"" she declared defensively.
+""Are you telling us you fucked a _black_ porter willingly, Miss Cross?"" Owner whispered softly, yet somewhat menacingly at the same time. Madeline nodded defiantly. Like Hugo, she believed there to be nothing wrong with that. Unfortunately Inspector B. Owner and his fellow policemen obviously took a different view.
+Owner again got up from his seat and slowly walked over until he was directly behind Madeline. She squirmed as she felt his hot breath on her bare neck.
+""Whore..."" he hissed at her. She tensed up and closed her eyes tight. Owner leaned over and ripped her blouse right open.
+Hugo leapt to his feet. ""You can't do that, leave her alone!"" he yelled. Owner looked up, laughing.
+""I'd be careful about what you say, Mr. Kirby, about what I, a police Inspector, can and can not do. Otherwise you may find yourself spending a considerable amount of your time down in our humble cells. And they're not as comfortable as the Station Hotel, I am sorry to say."" He motioned to the police guards. ""Chain him to the bench over there.""
+""Stop!"" Hugo cried as the four police officers descended upon him, the front one wielding a shiny pair of silver handcuffs. ""You can't do this!"" But he was powerless to stop them all and soon found himself attached to the uncomfortable bench, forced to watch as Owner tore off the rest of Madeline's black blouse. Off went her black skirt too, just as quickly. Madeline sat there, motionless, quietly whimpering. Inspector Owner was obviously happy at the lack of resistance.
+""Good,"" he sneered. ""A slut who knows what's good for her!"" He pointed to Hugo. ""You should take lessons from this nigger fucking whore here, Mr Kirby!"" Hugo closed his eyes, not wanting to see the injustices which were bound to follow.
+Madeline felt her bra being gently taken off and lifted over her head. How can they do this, she sobbed to herself. She knew there was nothing she could do and would could only hope it would be over soon. Soon she felt her knickers and tights being removed. She closed her eyes, unable to gaze at her soon to be rapist.
+Inspector Owner laughed at the sight of his helpless victim. Her underwear was removed, leaving her cold and naked on the iron chair. Her eyes were still tightly closed and so she didn't see him take out his dick. She did feel herself being lifted from the chair and being thrown onto the floor, where she began crying to herself. She was Miss 1956, 57 and hopefully 58 of Class Act magazine. How could he do this to her? But there was no point in resisting. He had the power, she did not, and they both knew that.
+She winced as he landed on top of her, pinching her breasts. Roughly, he shoved his dick into her and she bit her lip, trying not to squeal in pain. Her head banged on the cold metal floor as he pounded into her, again, and again. Just when she believed the nightmare would never ever end, he tensed up and filled her with all of his cum. Madeline felt tears trickling down her face. My god, she screamed to herself. I better not get pregnant with this bastard's child!
+The Inspector pulled out of her and threw her her clothes. She sat up, surprised that it was over so early. ""Normally,"" he told her, ""I would offer you to my friends here, but we're busy with other things tonight, so shove on your clothes. I hope that's taught you a lesson not to give your filthy body to even filthier black bastards~!""
+Quickly, Madeline pulled on her clothes for the second time that night. Hugo was unchained and they were both roughly handled out of the room and towards the exit.
+""Is that it? Aren't you going to try and find the murderer?"" Hugo asked in disbelief. Madeline clung on to him, still sobbing. Owner laughed.
+""Why bother? He did a good thing, killing that nigger. The black porter was punished by being shot, and - ""
+""For what?"" Hugo yelled. ""For being black?"" Owner laughed.
+""Spot on, Mr. Kirby,"" he smiled. ""And this slut here has just been punished for sleeping with such vermin. And good day to you.""
+The door was slammed in their faces. Hugo and Madeline walked down back into the streets. They carried on walking in silence, both contemplating what had just happened. Finally, Hugo cleared his throat and looked at her. ""The conductor said our luggage would be taken to the Station Hotel. We should go and collect them.""
+Madeline nodded silently. They continued on, not speaking a word. Then, Hugo stopped. ""What were you doing in there with a porter, Madeline?""
+""What the fuck do you think I was doing?"" ""Fucking a porter in your room, you could have lost him his job!"" ""No,"" Madeline retorted sharply. ""No. Instead, I cost him his life.""
+Hugo felt guilty for interrogating her. He could see tears in her eyes. She was obviously feeling extremely guilty. Not knowing what else to say, he told her,"" You shouldn't blame your self, Madeline.""
+Madeline looked up at him. ""What else can I do?"" she said softly. ""It was my fault he was in there in the first place, I persuaded him to, to..."" she broke off, unable to look at Hugo. Hugo motioned for her to continue. ""We were in there, doing, you know, and then suddenly the lights went out. I heard the door open fiercely and then the shot. I, I felt James go limp and he slipped from my grasp. I screamed and looked up.""
+""What did you see?"" Hugo asked.
+""No, I didn't see who ever it was clearly. It was dark, and I could just barely make out a figure slipping out of the door. Then someone else screamed and I then carried on screaming and screaming...""
+Hugo looked at her, pale. Madeline sighed. ""I don't understand,"" she whispered. ""I don't understand why anyone would want to kill him. He was merely a young black porter. No one cares about them. Why would someone want to shoot him?""
+Hugo suddenly stiffened. Madeline noticed this and looked at him. ""What's wrong?"" she asked. Hugo grabbed her hand and broke into a run, pulling her behind with him. ""What's wrong?"" she cried out again. Then it dawned upon her. ""You don't think, no you can't."" She paused. ""You don't think the killer was aiming at me do you?""
+Hugo turned. ""Why would anyone want to kill an unknown, considered inferior, porter? When there was you, heiress, rich with all your modeling fees and likely candidate for Miss 1958? A shot in the dark missed you and hit the porter, with whom you were unfortunately entwined with, rolling on the floor. Yes, the shot was obviously aimed at you. We must get you to safety quickly, because...""
+He looked onto the street, which was dark and deserted. The streetlights were dull, no match for the midnight darkness which had descended on the street. A dog's howl could be heard and the welcoming lights of the hotel were faint distant glows, too far. Hugo sighed.
+""Because... when whoever tried to kill you finds out that he missed, will surely be after you again...""
+ _To Be Continued..._"
+197,The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 2,Deborah,Chain Stories,2000-10-11,2000-10-11,2022-01-08 03:55:14,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-maltese-fuckin-ch-2,Charlie Tuna arrives on the scene.,"['Blue-Eyed Wolf', 'Caitlin Began', 'Caitlin Paused', 'Dame Red', 'Female Serial', 'Frankie Father', 'Land Cruiser', 'Phallic Symbols', 'Sal Caitlin', 'Sal Told']",4.46,"**Ch. II: The Streets of Sin City**
+Frankie Mancuso was director of security for the establishment where Dr. Masterson had been found murdered in room 33-B. He knew better than to immediately notify the police. The maid who first discovered the body was sent off with an escort and a substantial amount of cash to visit her family in Mexico City.
+The first person who Mancuso called was Charles Fish. Known affectionately as ""Charlie the Tuna"" to his friends, he had been a P.I. for more than forty years. Frankie's father, Jack Mancuso, had served with Charlie and often talked about the cold weeks they spent in Bastogne together in December 1944 while serving with the 101st Airborne. The Tuna, now seventy-seven, was partially crippled by arthritis and couldn't get around very well. Complicating his immobility was the fact that the radiation treatments he was currently undergoing for prostrate cancer were causing him to spend most of his time in the bathroom.
+Charlie had been with the F.B.I. for ten years after the war and then became a private investigator. His broad client base ranged from ordinary citizens to Fortune 500 corporations and Lloyd's of London. He had been exposed to just about every type of illegal behavior and had been primarily responsible for solving several high-profile murder cases and many other unusual crimes. The Tuna had been retained by numerous police departments and governmental security agencies to conduct a variety of complex criminal investigations. He also on occasion was technical consultant to several rather famous authors of both crime fiction and nonfiction.
+At this point in his long career and life, Charlie was financially and intellectually independent to the point where he could pick and choose his cases. He was fanatic about constitutional issues and often accepted a case because it involved a blatant violation of constitutional rights, which he considered detestable. Otherwise he selected cases which he found extraordinarily interesting to him personally and which nobody else seemed to be able to make much progress in solving. This case, the one Frankie Mancuso had described to him, Charlie agreed to accept because of his long friendship with Frankie's father.
+The Tuna had numerous investigative operatives but the three girls were his obvious favorites. ""Charlie's Angels"" he called them which they hated. He often joked with them that he was the brains and they were the brawn, although he was quite certain all three were much more intelligent than he was. He liked to antagonize the girls with his favorite line from his favorite movie, The Maltese Falcon, ""You've got brains. Yes you have."" Then he would add, ""And everybody wants a piece of your brain!"" and start cackling.
+What Charlie liked best about the three was that they were very willing to use the most effective means available to man, or in this case woman, to extract information. Not guns although he knew the girls never went without. Not torture. Not their style. These girls often used, well, let's just say they could tease and tantalize anyone to the point of verbose confession. Definitely his angels were the cure for lockjaw Charlie thought with a smile. The Tuna was often shocked by their liberated sexuality and they often tried to embarrass him. He knew they were not lesbians but they seemed to enjoy one another's company immensely. They were always touching and feeling and kissing each other and poking fun. A purely delightful trio.
+Charlie knew Sal Slade was already in Vegas because she was at this very moment working a case for him. The case of the two very attractive younger women married to older doctors who mysteriously disappeared at the National Rodeo Finals in Vegas two months ago. They rode off with two tall dark Harley riding strangers. He was so fond of Sally and she was like the daughter he never had. Only Charlie and her mother called her Sally. No one else would dare. She was either Sal or Ms. Slade. And in his opinion the most beautiful creature God ever made. Tall, long blonde almost white hair, emerald eyes and the milkiest skin he had ever seen. She could almost pass for an albino but for her eyes. The kind of skin that would never tan and Sally often joked about her bouts with sun poisoning and said to give Caitlin and Kim the jobs that involve the beach and the bikinis. She'd take the dark bars. When he thought of her eyes, he thought of this Maltese Fuckin' rare jade piece with embedded emeralds Frankie Mancuso had mentioned in their conversation.
+""Sally,"" Charlie began as soon as she picked up on her cell phone, ""I've got a hot one, a really hot one. Get in touch with Caitlin and Kim and have them get here to Vegas as soon as possible. Once you have talked to them get over to my office and I'll begin to fill you in. Be here in an hour.""
+""How should I dress, Tunafish?"" Sal asked seriously. Sometimes Charlie complained when she showed up in her jeans and Fucking Bruiser t-shirt.
+""Get dressed to kill, Sally. I want to maximize the acquisition of information and minimize bullshit. We need to work fast on this before the police get involved and totally fuck it up. I fixed you up with a lunch date with one of the principal witnesses.""
+""Shame, shame, Tunafish! You shouldn't say that naughty word ""F"" word. And you complain about the variation of that word on my t-shirt. What a fucking hypocrite! Well, I guess you can say fuck. You are certainly too old to do it. I'll see you in an hour,""
+""You're a good man, sister,"" Charlie responded as they both hung up.
+Caitlin was living in western New York and told Sal she could be on a flight to Vegas in two hours so to expect her by dinner time, so make reservations at her favorite dining spot. Caitlin Cornplanter, Ph.D., was a Seneca born in the only city which lies within a reservation, Salamanca. She was one of the more than five hundred now living descendants of the great Seneca chief, Cornplanter. Chief Cornplanter's mother was a Seneca and his father was an Irishman, or so most said. Her hair was extraordinarily red and one would think she was a sassy Irish lass but for her rather dark complexion, buckskin garb and braids that usually hung over her breasts. And everyone said she had the most extraordinary sky blue eyes.
+Doc, as Sal called her, was a professor at the Harvard Divinity School on indefinite sabbatical to complete her book, of which she would tell no one of the subject matter. She had been teaching courses on comparative religions and Native American studies. Being fluent in Hebrew and Greek and several Native languages, she occasionally taught a language course when the dean said he needed her. Dr. Cornplanter was also a lecturer at the Chautauqua Institution during summers and she kept cajoling Sal and Kim to spend some time with her there in the summer. She insisted it was one of the most intellectually and spiritually stimulating environments anywhere. Art, drama, religion, history, music. It had the best of everything so she claimed.
+Kim Wright was a former resident of Las Vegas now living in Bloomington, Indiana. She told Sal she could easily get a flight to Vegas which would put her at McCarran International at about the same time as Caitlin so Sal could pick them up together. Kim was a stunning multi-racial woman. Her mother's name was Tran Thi Kim Hong, Vietnamese, and she died in an automobile accident when Kim was eight. Her father, Jesse Wright, was a black retired Army officer. He brought his wife to the states in 1970 and Kim was born in 1972.
+Notre Dame was where Kim did her undergraduate work and first became interested in serial killers. She did her masters at Indiana where she was now close to completing her Ph.D. in Mass Communication with a required minor in Journalism. All she had left was her doctoral dissertation and an oral exam defending it. Her dissertation was on the media's treatment of female serial killers and she was planning on eventually turning that dissertation into a book. Kim had been an investigative reporter with the Las Vegas Review- Journal, the largest paper in Nevada, until six months ago when she resigned to concentrate on her other priorities.
+While at Notre Dame in South Bend, Kim became interested in the serial killer Belle Gunness from LaPorte which was not far away. Almost ninety years ago Belle lured men to her LaPorte home with love wanted adds and murdered them. She faked her own death in a fire and was never apprehended. The much more recent case of Aileen Wuormos was also one which fascinated Kim and was the one which changed the nature of the typical serial killer profile. Aileen turned the tables on the male serial killers who offed prostitutes. She was a bisexual prostitute who murdered her johns along deserted highways. Once apprehended she confessed to disposing of seven men who picked her up hitch- hiking and then exchanged money for sex, then shot and robbed them and left their naked bodies beside their used condoms several miles from their abandoned cars. This is what fascinated Kim. Female serial killers who used sex to lure their victims into their trap. The ultimate femme fatale. When Sal called and briefly described the case, Kim could hardly wait.
+Knowing Caitlin and Kim were on their way to sin city, Sal made her way to Charlie's office in her Toyota Land Cruiser. She had told the girls not to hassle with bringing their guns because she had some new toys for them. Charlie filled Sal in on what Frankie had told him about the murder of Dr. Masterson. ""Sally, meet this Miyuki Huang, the fellow who was with the late Dr. Masterson just before his last date with Lilith, at noon,"" he said and handed her a card with the address.
+Miyuki Huang was a yakuza. Japenese Mafia. He was the so-honbucho, the territory chief and responsible not only for Las Vegas but all of California and every other thing west of the Mississippi River. Huang was overseer of everything from money laundering to nanotechnology.
+Mr. Huang was seated at a booth at Kady's Coffee Shop at the Riveria waiting for Ms. Slade. Nearby tables were occupied by his bodyguards. Sal strutted in the place in a black short and sleek midi bandeau. No straps, all you could see was curves and it molded perfectly and contrasted dramatically with her milky white skin. She snuggled up in the booth right next to Miyuki and said demurely, ""Hey slant eyes, what's this Black Dick, this Charcoal Charmstone, this Maltese Fuckin' that everybody's all steamed up about? Start talking before I send you out for sushi.""
+The so-honbucho roared with laughter. Just the right touch to really get his attention Sal thought. He put his hand just under the edge of her midi bandeau, above the lace of her nude beige thigh-tops with pink lace and just barely touching her almost matching pink cupid thong. She didn't remove his hand but instead looked him in the eye and startled him with, ""You behave or I'll shit in your pillow!""
+They got along famously over their light lunch and Sal let him keep his hand where it was as long as he promised to keep it still. Miyuki revealed certain details regarding the subject of which Sal was most interested. ""It is locked in my safe at my office in Los Angeles and heavily guarded,"" he confided. ""I am sworn to secrecy regarding how I acquired it and who possessed it all these years. It is not mine. I am the negotiator for the owner. Although I certainly can't let you view or hold it at this time, I will give you these pictures.""
+The pictures were obviously Polaroids and one was before the application of the black coating and one was after. ""Well, tell me about it, Mr. Huang, please?""
+""I don't think so, Ms. Slade. The individual I represent does not want much about it disclosed, particularly regarding its ownership over the past several thousand years. He does want to sell it so some description has to be provided via pictures and such. A serious buyer would be permitted to visually inspect it.""
+""I'll let you slide your hand up further inside my panties. How does that sound, dude?"" His eyes began to glaze and he began to drool ever so slightly. ""But not now. I have to rush off to the airport and pick up my two girlfriends. I'll call you either this evening or tomorrow morning. You do understand, Mr. Huang, that your life could be in danger? I see your bodyguards. I know you are well protected. But still, you take care."" With that she was hurriedly off.
+Kim's plane landed first and Caitlin's flight arrived only fifteen minutes later. They rounded up the luggage and threw it in the back of Sal's Land Cruiser. ""Let's see the toys, Sal,"" Caitlin insisted. ""I feel naked without mine.""
+""Holy shit, girlfriend!"" Kim exclaimed, ""where did you get that arsenal?""
+""It's a long story which I'll tell you later. You can rest assured I didn't pay for any of it. A gift from a very satisfied client who happens to be a gun dealer. I recovered his irreplaceable antique firearms which were stolen. You should have seen some of that stuff. A French Model 1822 Service Pistol, a Civil War Lemat Percussion Revolver, a British Flintlock Sea Pistol, a Silver Mounted Queen Anne Pisol and a Blunderbus with a spring bayonet.""
+Caitlin perused the selection of Ruger pistols and revolvers. She picked up and admired the Ruger Super Redhawk .44 magnum revolver. It weighed three pounds and the barrel was 7 1/2 inches long. ""Yeow, that's too much gun for me."" She then picked up the Ruger KP97D .45 pistol which weighed half as much. ""I'll take this one."" Kim selected a Ruger P94 9mm which was just slightly bigger than the one Caitlin chose.
+""What are you packing, Sal?"" Caitlin asked.
+""These Rugers are nice but I'm not giving up my Glock 27. Easier to hide in a place that's quicker to get to, if you know what I mean.""
+""Well, now that we are all armed and dangerous,"" Caitlin said with a chuckle, ""let's eat. I'm starved! We are going to my favorite place, right?""
+""Is that all you think about, eating?"" Kim joked. ""Some things never change. Me, I am just so damn happy to be back on the streets of sin city. Yes! Do you have any idea how fucking boring Bloomington is?""
+Caitlin's favorite place was off the beaten path in a shopping center off the I-95 Lake Mead Boulevard West exit. A cafe and wine bar. ""I would like a bottle of Peju and bring a bottle of Gaulach Bundschu for these two. I'll have the poached salmon and they will each have the steamed little neck clams and New Zealand mussels."" They each knew very well what the others liked when it came to wine, food and most other things.
+Sal had told Kim and Caitlin what she knew of the case on the way over. How Dr. Masterson and Lilith met at the blackjack table, their dinner and dancing, her Harley and the fact his body was found with all the blood drained from it and his penis missing. ""Let's get to a possible motive. This Maltese Fuckin' thing. Doc, look at these Polaroids. What do you make of it?""
+""Well,"" Caitlin began, ""the one here without the black paint is very interesting. It reminds me of a 3,000 year old jade sculpture called the Kunz Axe which has been in the American Museum of National History for more than a hundred years. The Kunz Axe is a part human, part beast representation of an Olmec chief who has transformed himself into a jaguar. The Olmecs were obsessed with powerful predators such as the jaguar. And owls. You do know Lilith is a Hebrew word which means screech owl, do you not?""
+""In the event you are wondering, my ancestors came from Asia across the Bering Strait into North American many thousands of years ago. When they arrived, North America was already inhabited. The giants, the Olmec, were already here. They were pyramid builders who were obsessed with skulls and bones and other symbols of death and life, such as phallic symbols. They practiced cannibalism. My people, the Iroquois, and the Mengwe defeated the Olmec and drove them far south.""
+""Now this jade Maltese Fuckin' is certainly a phallic symbol which most likely was an object of worship. A charmstone is what we call this sort of object today although we do not know what the creators called them. Modern Native Americans, depending on the Native language call these charmstones such words as 'unuk' and 'kwungate' which are loosely translated as 'mysterious thing' and 'medicine stone.' Many charmstones which are thousands of years old have been found many places in South and Central America. Many have been found in northern coastal California which are exactly this shape, a double-ended human penis. But of course those charmstones were not made of jade as this one is. They were usually made from a common dark gray stone called amphibolite schrist.""
+""These two emeralds embedded this jade charmstone appear to be very rare and valuable. Look at the color. Light emerald green like your eyes, Sal. The lighter the green the more valuable the emerald. The fewer inclusions and less chromium which provide the green color. I just can't imagine what these two emeralds are worth but I will tell you that ones of this quality are rarer and worth more than diamonds of comparable quality and carat weight.""
+They were interrupted by the waiter and their dinners and all three knew that business talk was over for this evening. They hadn't seen each other for awhile and just wanted to have fun and leisurely enjoy the food and light conversation. Two hours later they were working on desert. Trifle with ladyfingers, expresso, mascarpone cream and imported liqueur.
+""How would you two like to spend the rest of the evening?"" Sal asked. ""Gambling, a show, dancing, what's your pleasure?""
+""Sal, speaking of charmstones, do you still have that Fucking Bruiser we had so much fun with?""
+""Yes!"" Kim exclaimed. ""That thirteen inch flexible double dong with the penis head at each end?""
+""Yes, I sure do still have good old Fucking Bruiser.""
+""Let's go play!"" the three squealed almost in unison and giggled uncontrollably. Soon they left for Sal's condo.
+The three shed their clothes and relaxed in the Jacuzzi for an hour, sipping from the bottles of wine they had brought with them from the restaurant. Sal had printed some stories from an erotic web site, Literotica, which they were reading. ""Now, keep both hands on the stories girls. We don't want them getting wet,"" Sal chided. ""And don't pee or cum in the water because the water will turn red. This Jacuzzi is protected by pee and cum detector, you know.""
+When they got out they toweled each other off, admiring each other's bodies and marveling how different physically they each were. ""Kim, you are so smooth down there,"" Caitlin whispered as she nibbled her ear and felt between her legs. ""What are you using?""
+""A depilatory called Magic. Best stuff I ever used. Very mild. You two should try some. On second thought ..."" Kim paused as she admired Sal and Caitlin with her eyes and then with her fingers. Their nether hair matched the hair on their heads and she knew it wasn't from some bottle. Sal was so almost white blonde and Caitlin was so flaming red.
+They played with the Fucking Bruiser and each other for hours. At one point Sal and Kim each had one end of the double dong inside herself and they were smacking their asses up against the other and keeping the good old boy from slipping out with their fingers. Caitlin began laughing hysterically.
+""Uh, uh,"" Kim could barely talk, ""what the fuck is so funny, Caitlin?""
+""I dunno. I was just thinking about what a great advertisement this would make for racial harmony. With pictures. Fucking Bruising brings a white girl and a black girl together, bumping butts. That's it! The cure for ending racial tension and discrimination. Fucking Bruiser!""
+""Shut up, Doc, you stupid squaw!"" Sal shouted.
+""Sal, I told you the word squaw is a word of Algonguin origin which means prostitute or female genitalia.""  
+""Yeah, well bring your squaw over here girl and I'll take care of it for you, again.""
+Caitlin did and slid under Sal who was still mostly connected to Kim by the Fucking Bruiser.
+Sal began to lick and kiss Caitlin's tattoo between her navel and her breasts. It was an exotic blue-eyed wolf which fascinated Sal. As Caitlin often explained the reason for her tattoo, she was of the wolf clan of the Seneca. The wolf thrives in a pack ruled by an alpha male and an alpha female who are the only ones who mate. All others are subordinate. She often spoke of noted Iroquois who were tattooed, including Sa Ga Yeath Qua Piewth Tow. That chief was captured in all his tattooed glory at the court of Queene Anne in 1710 in a portrait by John Verelst. Caitlin maintained the tattoo was to show respect for the ancient traditions of the Iroquois, particularly the Seneca and the Mohawk, and it was a blue-eyed wolf because she was the alpha female.
+Moving beyond the blue-eyed wolf and into the red forest, Sal began to tease Caitlin in other places. Ten minutes later and once Doc was beyond the height of orgasm, Sal stuck her tongue as deep in Caitlin as she could whenever she was banged up against by Kim. As Sal continued her different kind of tongue tricks, Caitlin began mumbling again in some Native tongue the other two couldn't understand. ""Hen, hen, hen!"" which they did know from previous experience meant ""yes!"" But Sal and Kim were not saying much intelligible either. Doc bore down and grunted louder and louder with each probe by Sal and soon went over the edge in a powerful contraction of her whole insides which was very different than a clitoral orgasm.
+Hours later they lay entwined in each other's arms in Sal's king size bed talking softly. ""Caitlin, please tell us some more about Lilith, the real Lilith.""
+""If you insist, girlfriend. As I have told you before the word Lilith appears in the Hebrew bible only once. The word Lilith means screech owl or night creature, but with a human connotation. Lilith was the inspiration for the legend of Ishtar. In the Akkadian hymn, 'Praise to Ishtar' who does ' ... in lips she is sweet; life is in her mouth' sound like? The worship of Ishtar centered around holy harlots, transvestites and phallic symbols. The Sumerian goddess Inanna was in reality Lilith and she did take on the dragon Kur, also known as Satan, but not to kill him. Lilith was also Medusa of Greek mythology. Greek sculpture and painting frequently display the nude Medusa partially reclining or kneeling below the standing Perseus with her mouth open. Beheading would be new terminology to describe what they both had in mind.""
+""Lilith was Aswang, the vampire of the Philippines who feeds on blood with her long hollow thin tongue and looks pregnant after drinking. Lilith was Baobhan Sith, the Scottish vampire who appears as a lovely maiden clad in green. Was Lilith the Dearg-due, Langsuir and Rakshasi? What about the Stigoica with two hearts? Does our Lilith have two hearts?""
+Caitlin interrupted her Lilith lecture with, ""I'm hungry!""
+Sal replied with a slight bit of irritation, ""Well, go look in the refrigerator.""
+Caitlin put the Fucking Bruiser in her mouth and began sucking the head. ""I could go for some pizza. Definitely with anchovies. I'm also in the mood for sucking cock. I always get that way after I've cum so many times I can't cum any more.""
+""Well,"" Sal said sarcastically, ""you just take my Land Cruiser and go out and get some pizza or some cock or whatever it is you want. Just don't wake us up when you get back. And we are getting up early tomorrow and hitting the streets of sin city. We do have a job besides a blowjob to do you know. You fucking squaws are crazy.""
+Caitlin got up from the bed, dressed quickly, picked up the keys off the dresser and left. An hour later she was back with the pizza which was half gone. She slipped off her clothes and got back in bed with Kim and Sal and tried to snuggle up.
+""Get your face away from me!"" Kim blurted. ""You smell like anchovies. And what is in your hair? It looks like cum. Oh no, you didn't?""
+""Yeah I did, but I'm not telling you, bitch. You won't even kiss me. You weren't so fucking shy a couple hours ago.""
+""Caitlin,"" Sal demanded, ""now you tell us what happened!""
+""Well, there were two cute guys in the pizza shop waiting for theirs. Freshmen at the local institution of higher learning just down the road. I ordered mine and then sat and talked to them. Bright guys but geeks. They would have just died if they knew I was a professor. I told them I was a dancer. So the pizzas are ready and I asked them if they wanted a lift back to their dorm. I pulled up to their building a couple blocks away and we are just sitting there gobbling down the pizza and talking and laughing. Really nice guys. I doubt either one had ever been laid but I wasn't rude enough to ask that."" Caitlin paused and grabbed another piece of pizza out of the box and started chewing.
+""Geez, Caitlin,"" Kim spat, ""Would you please just fucking tell us!""
+""You may have noticed I was in such a hurry to go get the pizza I didn't put my bra on. These guys are just talking away about mostly nothing when I unbuttoned my blouse and gave them a gander. All the talk stopped. I put my hand on the dude next to me, right in his crotch. He was hard as a rock. Then I reached over and put my other hand on the other one, same place, same story. I told them to get out of the truck."" Caitlin paused again and took one more piece of pizza out of the box.
+""I bid them goodnight and you should have seen the looks on their faces as they sulked away. Well, I let them go a ways and then called them back. They walked over to my side of the truck and I got out. I pushed them both up against the truck, fondled their crotches again and asked seductively, 'Do coeds give good head?' The bulges in their pants got bigger and felt like they were going to bust right out. So I helped matters along. I unzipped them, pulled out their best friends and let them get some air."" Caitlin stopped again. She was so stuffed now that she was just eating the anchovies off the pizza.
+""Yeah, yeah, then what?"" Kim urged.
+""I kneeled and put them both in my mouth at once and sucked and slurped. And then I fucking bit them off and here they are!"" Caitlin pulled out the Fucking Bruiser which she held in the middle and stuck in the faces of her two friends and was laughing so hard she was crying and gasping for air.
+""You are one asshole bitch!"" Sal screamed.
+""Yeah, well,"" Caitlin responded, still struggling to maintain control, ""this Lilith did bite off this Masterson dude's dick, didn't she? You two call yourselves private investigators? Oh my. I also have some land in the Everglades I'd like to sell you two. And you two think you are going to find this Lilith? Good fucking luck.""
+""That's why we have you along, Doc,"" Sal replied. ""Now snuggle up and get some sleep. I'll even put up with your anchovy breath if you shut up. Tomorrow we are going looking for this dame in red velvet. We don't know for sure Lilith bit him off. Let's see what the autopsy tells us.""
+""Hey, Sal?"" Caitlin asked softly, ""can we change Fucking Bruiser's name? I don't think that name is sensual enough.""
+""If you shut up you can name him anything you like.""
+""OK, I'm naming him Dixon in honor of the dude who wrote some of those Literotica stories we were reading. I mean, rumor is that he is thirteen inches and he was voted sexiest author.""
+""Well then, Dixon it is and where is good old Dixon, by the way?"" Sal inquired.
+""Half of him is between my legs. Anybody want the other half?""
+""Shut the fuck up, Caitlin!"" Kim raged and covered her head with a pillow.
+""Now sleeeep, sleeeep, sleeeep, Doc,"" Sal whispered. ""Your eyes are getting heavy, very heavy. No fucking wonder the white eyes sent all the redskins to the reservation. Tomorrow we must search for this damned dame in red velvet. Let's get some sleep.""
+ _To Be Continued..._"
+198,The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 3,PeterR,Chain Stories,2000-10-11,2000-10-11,2022-01-08 03:55:17,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-maltese-fuckin-ch-3-1,Sheila dons dress with magical powers.,"['Blowjob', 'Magical Powers', 'Oral', 'Special Area', 'Twenty-First Birthday']",4.26,"**Ch. III: The Dame in Red Velvet**
+It was a terrific party. On her twenty-first birthday Sheila was given a foil paper, wrapped large box tied in the middle with a single red bow. She received many other gifts, but this one was from her mother, whom she adored. She opened the box, and unwrapped the beautiful red velvet dress, her mom has been hinting at for ten plus months now. Her mother told her that it belonged to her grandmother before, and that she too received it on her twenty-first birthday. She also told Sheila, many times, that the dress seemed to possess magical powers, and that one-day she'll understand. On this night, Sheila also received an engagement ring from Randy, her childhood sweetheart. The ring meant the world to her, but Sheila just couldn't wait to try the dress on for size.
+Prior to the party, Sheila and Randy kissed, petted some, and she gave him occasional handjobs, but more like a reward than a sexual act. During these times she'd let him feel her naked breasts, and fingering her now and then, but that is the furthest she allowed the two of them to go.
+Sheila excused herself, went to her room to try on the dress in. It was incredible; the dress fit like it was made for her. Soon as she looked at herself in the mirror, she started to feel this warm glow in her pubic area, and felt her hand move towards her love-canal, but her religious upbringing stopped her movement. As the Dame in Red Velvet, she removed her panties, her bra, rearranged the dress, put on a matching pair of shoes, and joined the others in the family room. The music seemed to stop as the Dame in Red Velvet reentered the room, everyone looked and admired her, and Randy caught up to her, and whispered in her ear that she is gorgeous, and that he is the luckiest man alive.
+Sheila asked Randy if he wanted to take a walk, and he couldn't say yes fast enough. It was during late Autumn, and the leaves were falling, as they walked to the entrance of the secret cave they frequented, where they often went to make out, their very special place. Once inside, Sheila kissed Randy hard on the lips, and said I didn't properly answer you did I? With that she reached between his legs, and caressed his almost erect penis. She grabbed his other hand and placed it on her knee, and encouraged him to move it up towards her swollen cunt. Sheila was on fire, but didn't know why. She unzipped him, and took him out and dropped to her knees and kissed the head of Randy's dick, and stuffed most of him into her mouth, something he has only dreamt about till now. She started a little ackward at first, too much teeth, which made him wince, then too little teeth, but soon she was bopping up and down, like she was born to give blowjobs. She was so good infact that he soon felt his knees buckle, and his balls contract. Randy couldn't even warn her, as he exploded in her mouth, she nearly gagged. Sheila did spit out most of his juices, but continued milking him until he felt dry. She then looked up at him, winked and said: ""yes Randy I'll marry you!"".
+They kissed, their tongues exploring each other, he cupped both her breasts, and puzzled by the fact that she didn't wear a bra, but he let the moment pass. Randy inserted two fingers into her, and she felt so wet that it actually scared him at first. He didn't know it yet, but puzzling days will lay ahead for him. He then dropped to his knee and replaced his two fingers with his lips. He kissed her love-canal, another first for them, but he again was too excited to care. He then tongued the outside of her lips, gently nibbling the entire area, and she felt her knees tremble. His tongue entered her and soon found her clit, which was quite swollen. She was on the verge of an orgasm, something she could only achieve on her own before. He was sucking, nibbling and kissing her clit as it erupted, and Randy greedily swallowed most of her nectar.
+They fixed their attire, to make themselves presentable and walked back to the party arm-in-arm. They announced their engagement, and long after the party was over, Randy, and Sheila were discussing their excursion earlier. Sheila has by now changed into a sweatsuit, and they were talking on the porch sitting on a moving swing. They kissed, and he tried to cup her breast, but Sheila told him that she was not in the mood, and Randy abruptly went home. Sheila couldn't believe that on the night of their engagement they could have such a fight.
+They made up, and fought many times, and each time it was related to her promiscuous behavior followed by an almost frigid personality. One night after making up with Randy, she put on her red velvet dress. The Dame in Red Velvet wore no bra or panties, and asked Randy to take her to a movie. Neither of them remembered much of the plot. As soon as they were seated in their seats in the second floor balcony, they realized that they were all alone, so they kissed and touched each other. He cupped, and massaged her breasts, feeling her nipples react to his every touch. She unzipped Randy's fly, helped him lower his pants to his ankles. She had him erect in an instant. He moved his hand up her thighs, she moaned. When he reached her cunt, he felt her to be sopping wet, as it took three fingers at first try. He removed them, and sucked off her juices. Sheila then raised the hem of her dress, and lowered herself onto him. As he penetrated her it hurt at first, but soon started feeling better she thought. Another first, thought Randy, but he was close to a climax so he didn't seem to care. She rode him up and down and felt herself close to cumming, as she sped up her motion, she felt Randy explode into her, and soon after she too climaxed. They must have screwed each other two more times before, leaving the theater. They laughed and giggled all the way to Randy's car, and during the drive back to Sheila's house.
+It took nearly three months for them to figure out that the red velvet dress was to thank for all their great sex, and that every other attire worn by Sheila was the culprit for her subsequent virtue. She felt that she needed help, so she asked her mom for advice, as to how she can exist, when not wearing the red velvet dress. Her mom's only advice to Sheila was that, she should go to a therapist. She needs to be hypnotized. Everything she would wear from here on, during the day would then feel like she was again the Dame in Red Velvet. Only four words will be able to release the spell, BREAKFAST, LUNCH, DINNER and SLEEP.
+Thanks to the Dame in Red Velvet, real or pretend, life got to be great for our couple from here on!
+ _To Be Continued..._"
+199,The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 3,StraightRazor,Chain Stories,2000-10-11,2000-10-11,2022-01-08 03:55:18,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-maltese-fuckin-ch-3-2,Madeleine seduces Hugo.,"['Deeply Hands', 'Eyes Felt', 'Fell Asleep', 'Green Eyes', 'Hugo', 'Kissing Deeply', 'Las Vegas', 'Madeline', 'Maltese Fuckin', 'Red Velvet']",3.08,"**Ch. III: The Dame in Red Velvet**
+The two walked down the foggy streets toward the hazy light of the Hotel. As Madeline battled with the idea that her life was in danger, Hugo Kirby did calculations in his head. How far to Las Vegas? How would he get there? How would he protect Madeline? Was it even his problem? Why was she going to Vegas anyway?
+Hugo kept an unconsciously quick pace as he walked. Madeline, on the other hand was sore from her recent exploits, and her habitual ""glamorous float"" was slow compared to Hugo's pavement pounding.
+Hugo looked back to see her lagging behind. He stood and watched her as she caught up. Despite her arrogance, her abrasive smugness, and her normally plastic facade, Madeline was a very beautiful creature. Her hair was a fiery halo, and her green eyes sparkled even in the muted light of the moon. Her long legs were well-toned and slender, and her ample cleavage swayed smoothly as she moved. Tonight, Hugo saw the prettiness that she possessed; without the make-up, without the entourage. He again saw what he had once been drawn to. Maybe being stripped of her pretentious attitude did her justice. It was a shame it had to be through such violence.
+As Madeline pulled up to him, he threw his arms around her waist. ""C'mon, Maddy, we have to keep moving"".
+The sudden show of affection surprised her, but it was graciously accepted and appreciated. Madeline leaned into him, and looped her arm in his. They walked in silence, just enjoy the feel of a warm body they provided each other.
+Being together seemed to make the walk easy, and they were eventually standing in the brightly lit lobby of the Angel Crest Hotel. Kirby made arrangements to share a room with Madeline, and told the man at the desk to send up a bottle of wine and a map of the area. The wine was to help Madeline forget about the long night, and the map was to get him back on the path to Las Vegas.
+After a long, hot shower, and feeling a little fuzzy from the Merlot she swallowed in four full swigs, Madeline slipped under the warm blankets of her bed, and let her body melt into the soft mattress. She looked over at Hugo, who was pouring over a stack of bus maps, schedules, and other ""traveling"" documents. She watched as he wrinkled his forehead and rubbed the back of his neck. The two tell-tale signs that he was feeling pressured. She remembered the times when she hated those gestures; those were the times she fell asleep neglected, her hand tired from providing a boring substitute to his company. That was part of the reason things didn't work out the first time. He was too busy saving the world, she was too busy trying to conquer it.
+She made a decision. She slowly stood up and walked over to him. Her hands gently replaced his on his neck, and she began to massage the tension out. He began to say something but obviously decided to let it go. His breath escaped in a sigh of release and submission. He grabbed her hand and kissed her fingers gently.
+""Maddy, I never stopped caring about you. I hope you know that.""
+She put her finger on his lips and shushed him.
+Madeline leaned in and began to kiss him gently on the side of his mouth, and slowly worked her way close to his lips. Eventually parting them with her tongue. He pulled her down onto himself, her legs falling to his sides. As they kissed passionately, Madeline began to grind her satin-covered crotch onto his stiff penis.
+He slipped his hands up the back of her night-gown and caressed her bare back. She wore no bra, and he slowly moved his hands to her sides, his thumbs caressing the sides of her breasts. The more he explored her body, the harder she pressed against him.
+She pulled off his shirt, and began to rub his hard chest. She pressed her satin-covered body against his naked chest, making him shudder with excitement.
+Hugo lifted Madeline and carried her to the large bed. He laid next to her, kissing her deeply as his hands run up and down her body under her thin clothing. He began to move his kisses to her neck, her shoulders, her arms, and worked his way down. He kissed her chest, and unbuttoned the front of her night shirt, kissing the flesh as it was exposed. Finally, he opened it to reveal her firm large breasts and milky smooth skin. Her tan nipples erect and waiting for his playful kissing and licks. He took her breast in his mouth as he covered her entire chest and torso with kisses, flicks of his tongue and gentle suckling. Her hard nipple warm in the cleft of his lips. He surrounded the areola with his mouth, playfully flicking at the tight nipple. He continued this, going from one breath to the other, with a trail of kisses between.
+Despite the buzz she was feeling from the wine, every sensation sent waves of electricity throughout her body. His kisses created hot zones where his lips met her flesh. Madeline played her fingers through his dark brown hair, and ran her hands over the canyons and ravines of his muscular body. Although not a teenager anymore, he was in beautiful condition, and his body was solid and warm against her soft curves and surfaces.
+Hugo continued to explore every warm inch of her with his hands and mouth. He began to kiss her belly right above her waist band. Lingering over her covered mound as he began to kiss her inner thighs and legs. He teased her with his hot breath and accordance contact with her anxious clitoris through the thin, soft material. A dark stain quickly spread as he massaged her firm ass cheeks and kissed her thighs. The anticipation, and constant attention had her on the brink of ecstasy.
+Hugo kissed her directly on her clitoris through her panties, mercifully sending a wave of orgasmic explosions throughout her body. She could stand it no more and drove a greedy finger to her hole, rubbing it frantically. Another orgasm rocked her body as he kissed her hand.
+He pulled himself up to her and stared into her sparkling green eyes, kissing her deeply. His hands continued to caress her flesh, and he then ventured into her panties. First playing around the area, and eventually sending his fingers deep into her hungry opening.
+""You are so beautiful, Maddy."" He whispered in her ear as he began to nibble playfully on her ear.
+""I want you to fuck me."" She told him, staring deeply into his eyes.
+Hugo was reluctant, concerned that her pussy had seen enough action for one day.
+But before he could voice his concern, Madeline pushed him over, and began to pull his clothes off. She stripped him of his pants quickly, and swallowed his penis in a single gulp.
+Hugo couldn't help but lie there, paralyzed with lust. She worked her mouth in an alternating rhythm. Quickly thrusting her mouth around his member, and then taking longer, more deliberate strokes up the shaft when he was close to coming. Of all the things he missed about her, her blow-jobs ranked up there.
+She pulled off her drenched panties and straddled him. His erect penis pinned to his stomach by her vaginal lips. He playfully rubbed her chest and sides, waiting for her to make the final move to making love. She leaned down kissed him deeply, at the same time lifting herself and freeing his cock. She pulled back and looked his straight in the eyes as she guided his dick into her pussy.
+She made slow, gradual movements at first, slowly easing him into her. Then, when he was completely in her, she ground herself onto him, burring him deeply inside of her velvety cavern. Hugo closed his eyes as he felt his penis tense with pressure. When he thought the sensation had passed, She began to gradually pull up off of him and push back. After six very deep strokes, she quickened the pace and rocked back and forth. He pulled her down hard on himself as he exploded semen deep inside of her. Almost on cue, her vaginal walls constricted around his cock, milking it with her own orgasm. She collapsed on him exhausted. And the two fell asleep. In a warm embrace.
+The next morning, Hugo opened his eyes. He could hear people talking in the hallway, and realized that the door was cracked. Fear struck him when he remembered how he had fallen asleep. He was relieved to feel a heavy blanket covering him. But a new fear gripped him when he realized that Madeline was nowhere to be found. He sat up and searched the room around him. Not even her clothes from the night before were there. He grabbed his pants and pulled them on. Then walked into the hallway. Nothing.
+He got dressed, and made a startling discovery. His service .38 Special was missing. He'd tucked the gun into his briefcase the night before when Madeline was in the shower. He also noticed that the maps and schedules had been thrown piled neatly on the desk. He was sure they hadn't been the night before. He had to get some answers. He had to find Madeline. Finding her was first priority, finding the gun was a close second.
+He grabbed the phone and called the concierge.
+""No, Sir, I hadn't seen your Lady Friend. But the guy before me might have. In fact, I've only been here 2 hours. If anyone would have seen her, it would be him. He would actually be the only one to know. After a certain hour, we are the only people on staff.""
+""And who was that?""
+""To be honest, Sir, I'm not sure his name. He is new, I think.""
+""How new?"" Hugo's mind began to race.
+""Last night was his first night.""
+Hugo knew it was time to panic.
+Hugo packed his belongings quickly and ran down to the lobby searching for answers.
+He asked everyone he ran into if they saw her, showing them an old magazine cut out he'd 'so happen to' have on him. He had a lot of ""No, sir"" 's from apathetic people, and several ""WISH I HAD!"" 's from a few obnoxious men. He fought the temptation to rearrange their greasy smiles, focusing on the crisis at hand.
+Hugo walked out to the front of the Hotel, as he stepped off the Sidewalk, a white limo nearly mowed him down.
+The back window, tinted to a pitch black rolled down slightly, and a female voice told him to ""Get in, I know what you want"".
+Hugo wished he had his gun, but decided to hop in anyway. It was time to get desperate.
+He threw open the door, and found a very beautiful woman lounged on the back seat. She wore a red velvet dress, and a matching red hat and veil. She had a cigarette filter that reminded Hugo of Madeline. She and Madeline had a very similar air about them. The same rich, arrogant, sexy attitude.
+This woman in red somewhat resembled Madeline, only darker. She had long raven hair, and oil-pool eyes. Her skin was more tanned, and her lips were full and very sensual.
+""Get in, I cannot linger here."" She said with a slight Italian accent.
+""What do you know?"" He asked her impatiently.
+""Just get in, I cannot explain. Get in, or move on"" She snapped.
+Hugo hopped into the limo, and it sped off as soon as his foot left the sidewalk.
+""I know that Ms. Cross is in Las Vegas as we speak."" The Lady in Red began. ""I am willing to take you there in exchange for a favor?""
+""And what is that?"" Hugo asked suspiciously.
+""Don't worry, it's nothing you can't bear to accommodate. Now relax, we have quite a ride."" She uncrossed her legs and he could easily see her bare pussy under the dress. ""Brandy?"" She asked with a knowing smirk.
+Hugo took it graciously and sipped it. His thoughts were on bigger things than sex at that point.
+As he drank the brandy, he could feel his tongue dry up, his ears pound, and the car began to sway around him. He attempted to settle himself by grasping at the door handle, but after a few failed attempts to grab it, he slumped in the seat.
+""Roger, Mr. Kirby won't be a problem. How long before we reach Vegas?"" The lady asked, obviously talking to the driver.
+Kirby forced himself to stay awake, but his limbs felt like wet leather.
+""Don't fight it, Mr. Kirby. It's best if you relax."" With that, she unzipped his zipper and began to greedily fellate him. He could feel an orgasm come on, and as he unloaded a wad of come in her mouth, his eyes fell closed.
+He could remember only the sound of the engine, and the feel of her hands stroking his penis before everything became a blur.
+What felt like weeks later, Hugo opened his heavy eyes and felt a deep sting as he looked at the Neon Lights of Las Vegas outside a dark hotel room window. He attempted to stand, but could only sit up. He realized that he was lying on a dirty mattress.
+He was about to stand when he heard the door of the room opening. He held his breath and waited.
+ _To Be Continued..._  "
+200,The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 4,Flashlight7.5,Chain Stories,2000-10-11,2000-10-11,2022-01-08 03:55:21,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-maltese-fuckin-ch-4-1,Joel meets the Tuna.,"['Action', 'Mystery', 'Oral Sex', 'Serial']",4.0,"**Ch. IV: The Family Jewels**
+""So, how long have you been doing this?"" Dr. Reps asked.
+""Doing what?"" Joel replied.
+""This...activity,"" the doctor said as gently as he could.
+""Fucking my cousin?"" Joel looked over from the couch.
+""Yes,"" Dr. Reps affirmed, squirming in his chair and filling the office with the squeak of khakis on leather.
+""We've been going at it a couple years now. We hooked up back in college. Suzi and I went to the same school and she came over to the house one night. We had fooled around when we were kids. You know, the usual stuff. Just exploration and being kids. Well, a couple tequila shots and a whack on the ass later we were screwing right there in the papa-san chair.""
+""Do you feel that this...relationship is affecting you in an adverse way?""
+""I don't know, doc', that's why I'm here, I guess. The captain thinks I'm a bit on the edge lately, since the D'Angelo murder a couple months ago.""
+""You worked the case?""
+""Yeah, and found myself threatened by friends of Tommy D'Angelo as a result. They wanted to take care of it on their own.""
+""But you brought in the killer and two other convictions. You even helped out the FBI, I heard.""
+""Yeah, those suits couldn't find their ass with their own hands.""
+""Now, about your cousin...""
+""Yeah, Suzi. She and I - "" Joel stopped. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his pager. Dr. Reps sat back in his leather chair, scribbled some notes, and waited. Joel's left eyebrow went up as he scanned through the message. He turned to sit up on the couch and began reaching for his coat.
+""Where to now, Detective?"" Dr. Reps asked, looking rather sage-like behind his thick desk.
+""The Lucky Star. There's a homicide. It's a real X-file, I guess.""
+""I'll reschedule you for Thursday.""
+""What about tomorrow?"" Joel inquired.
+""No, I've got an appointment with a woman who thinks she can only be sexual if she's wearing a red dress.""
+""Huh."" Joel chuckled. ""And I thought screwing my cousin was weird.""
+Detective Joel Bedard pulled on his suit coat and left the office of Dr. Nathaniel Reps. The Las Vegas sun was bright as he stepped outside, using the key chain remote to turn off the alarm on his black AMC Javelin parked out front. He flipped on his cheap convenience store sunglasses and slid into the driver's seat. He hit the CD player, scanning ahead to Creedence Clearwater Revival's cover of ""I Heard It Through the Grapevine"" and spun off for the Lucky Star Hotel and Casino, with the window down and the stereo blaring.
+He was met at the door by Frankie Mancuso, head of security at the Lucky Star. Frankie looked almost panicked. Joel didn't know why. The old ladies were still damaging their rotator cuffs on the slot machines and the horrible magic show that everyone seemed to love was still selling out. You could have a terrorist attack in most of the casinos, and the die-hards would never know. Frankie's suit was wrinkled, and he was sweating a little too much, even with the Vegas heat simmering around them. He shook Joel's hand, and Joel noticed he was shaking.
+""Joel! What are you doing here?"" Frankie asked.
+""I figured I'd shoot some craps, get a drink, and...oh, I don't know, check out the dead body in 33-B.""
+""You don't need to do that, Joel. I mean, it's already taken care of.""
+""That's funny, why was I paged to come down here then if everything's taken care of?""
+""It must be a mistake, Joel. Everything's being kept quiet and only a couple guests know anything. We've managed to keep them quiet - ""
+""Concrete shoes?""
+""No."" Frankie frowned. ""Look, Joel. You're not needed here.""
+Joel took a step forward, and then turned his head a notch as Frankie stepped in front of him, more or less barring the main doors to the Lucky Star.
+""Frankie, if there's been a murder, I'm going in there."" Joel looked behind him, pointing at the three squad cars in the parking lot. ""The black and whites are already here, and I pray to God you've got the scene secured. Now let me go up there and work.""
+He moved to walk around Frankie, and Frankie stopped him with a hand on the chest.
+""Joel, someone is already covering the job.""
+Joel swatted the hand away and somehow kept from backhanding Frankie across the nose.
+""Who? Rammers? Polinski? Those idiots will be tracking bloody footprints all over your ugly hallway carpet!""
+""No, Charles Fish.""
+""Charlie the Tuna? The Charlie the Tuna?""
+""Yes, he's brought in his people to work the case.""
+""You couldn't call us?"" Joel snapped.
+""Charlie didn't want you guys to screw up the scene,"" Frankie explained after taking a hard swallow.
+""Frankie, if you ever impeded a Las Vegas Police homicide investigation again, I will personally see your ass in court. I will march right into your office and drag your chubby ass out in cuffs right in front of the whole goddamn magic show crowd if I have to. Do you understand?""
+""Yes, Joel. Look, I - ""
+Joel was already inside before Frankie finished his sentence. He headed to 33-B and was happy to see the whole hallway had been secured, and three patrolmen were standing guard, looking happier than usual.
+""What's the word?"" Joel asked as he ducked under the ""POLICE LINE - DO NOT CROSS"" tape.
+""Some guy got his dick bit off,"" Patrolman Weavers answered.
+""Well, that's what happens when you forget to tip your whore,"" Joel joked.
+""I think she kept the tip, Detective,"" Patrolman Joyce replied.
+""Touché!"" Joel grinned and headed into room 33-B.
+He stood in the doorway in shock for a moment. It wasn't the grisliest thing he'd ever seen. That distinction belonged to ""Fast"" Freddy Impell, who had been found in the trunk of his car in the middle of the desert after he'd been missing for two weeks. Joel was more shocked that the officers outside had told him the truth.
+There lay a man, in his forties probably, spread-eagled, handcuffed, and his johnson missing. There was hardly any blood around the body. There was a queen of hearts card on the bed. Taking notes was an older man in a nice suit, who stood like his hip was out of place. Taking pictures was a stunning young woman who crouched near the body and popped off photo after photo. Joel couldn't tell if she was Southeast Asian, or maybe Eastern Indian. All he knew was that she was beautiful. Exceptionally beautiful. She was dressed comfortably, in jeans and a ribbed white cotton T-shirt. She moved to a spot in front of Joel, paying no attention to him. He had to stop looking at her, he thought, he had to concentrate on the task at hand.
+""You must be the Tuna,"" Joel finally said.
+""Yes, that's what they call me,"" the old man answered without looking at him.
+""Detective Joel Bedard, homicide.""
+""Yes, pleased to meet you,"" The Tuna again spoke without acknowledging Joel. The woman kept clicking away with her camera.
+""I've heard a lot about you. I heard how you solved the Parking Lot Murders a few years back. The department still owes you for that one."" Joel watched the woman move nimbly around the body.
+""Well, Detective, you can help repay that debt by leaving the matter to me. My colleagues and I have the matter well in hand.""
+Joel stood silent for a brief moment. The woman finally looked at him. She didn't smile. She didn't frown. She just looked at him with a slight bit of curiosity.
+""Excuse me, Tuna, but I've been assigned to this case, and I'm going to work it.""
+The woman looked back at the Tuna, with the same amount of curiosity.
+""Very well."" The Tuna sighed. ""Just don't get in our way.""
+""It would be better if we pooled our resources,"" Joel suggested.
+""It would be better if you were quiet,"" The Tuna replied.
+""What information do we have on the victim?"" Joel pressed.
+""His name is Masterson, and he was last seen with a beautiful woman. He was here in Las Vegas to buy a priceless artifact. He was found like this by a maid, his penis bit off and all his blood removed from his body. All that the killer left was this queen of hearts you see on the bed.""
+""A vampire with a calling card?"" Joel walked over to the bed, bending down a bit.
+""So it would seem. Perhaps she identifies with the symbol of the woman in red. A strong woman with no qualms about - ""
+""Maybe she wants to be found,"" Joel interrupted, and for the first time, the Tuna turned to look at him. The gorgeous woman stopped clicking pictures. She turned her lovely face up to look at Joel, almost making him stop breathing.
+""I'm sorry?"" The Tuna asked, taking a step forward. He now appeared stronger than when Joel had first seen him. The woman stood up, moving in on Joel a bit also. Joel found himself taking a half-step back. He looked at the exotic woman, then back to the Tuna and his hard, blue eyes.
+""Why else would she leave the card?"" Joel started, stepping back towards them, ""What's the point of committing a crime like this if no one knows it was you?""
+""For the sake of anonymity,"" the woman spoke for the first time. Her voice sounded like a harp to Joel's ears. He couldn't take his eyes off her for what seemed like a solid minute.
+""No, you don't leave such an obvious clue unless you want to be found. Didn't you people ever watch 'Batman'? Why do you think the Riddler left all those riddles? He wanted to challenge Batman. He wanted the notoriety. He wanted the world to know it was him. She wants us to find her. Have you checked the security videos yet?""
+""I was about to send Kim to do so before you arrived,"" the Tuna explained. ""Why don't you go with her?""
+""Why don't you not tell me what to do?"" Joel almost growled, and he couldn't help but notice a brief smile dance across the exotic woman's, across Kim's, face. ""I'll head down there and check the videos, and you can think about working on this case together. I'd appreciate the chance to work with a legend, but if you want to play hardball, then we can do it that way. It's fine with me.""
+Joel spun around and walked out without looking back. He felt a tremendous rush of energy flow through his body, and he couldn't help but grin as he walked down the hall. Patrolmen Weavers and Joyce were smiling at him, and before he said anything to them, he realized that they weren't smiling at him at all. He glanced back to see Kim, the exotic woman, trotting along after him. He held up the police line tape for her, and she nimbly ducked underneath.
+""Thank you,"" she said as they moved down the hall together.
+""You're very welcome."" Joel smiled his best mack-daddy smile.
+""I don't think I've ever seen anybody tell the Tuna off like that, mister...?""
+""Bedard. Joel Bedard.""
+""Wright. Kim Wright. It's very nice to meet you, Joel."" She shook his hand. It was smooth, but strong. It was full of self-assurance. She knew her work, whatever it was. She wasn't the type to take any crap, and she was the most beautiful woman Joel had ever seen.
+""And you too, Ms. Wright.""
+""Kim. Please."" She smiled at him, and he felt the urge to loosen his silk tie.
+""Alright, Kim. What can you tell me about this artifact that the victim was trying to buy?""
+""It's a phallus encrusted with two emeralds, basically.""
+""A phallus?"" Joel chuckled. ""Are you serious?""
+""Very. Many cultures have phalluses that hold a great deal of significance and some are even rumored to possess magical powers. Some think it belonged to a royal family. This one is a double-ended phallus with - ""
+""Wait. Wait."" Joel stopped them in the middle of the hallway. ""Are you telling me that this guy got his penis bit off and his blood drained because he was trying to buy a magical sex toy?""
+""Well, there's more to the legend than the sexual aspect, but yes, I suppose so."" She gave him the crippling smile again.
+""The family jewels, huh?""
+""Yeah."" She giggled, making Joel's stomach flutter.
+""That's the second craziest thing I've heard all day."" They started walking again.
+""And the first?""
+""Some woman who thinks she can only have sex when she's wearing a red dress.""
+""Now that is silly. You can be sexual in anything!""
+Joel said nothing. He wanted to say something witty, something flirty, anything, but he held back. He figured he start to speak, she'd give him the Killer Smile, and it would come out sounding like Charlie Brown's teacher.
+They reached the main security video room, and quickly booted out the guard there so they could work in peace. They poured over hours and hours of videotape. They searched and searched for the victim, Dr. Masterson. They finally found him, about three hours later.
+Joel had long since removed his suit jacket, and had loosened his tie. Kim didn't look any less stunning, even after the boring work they'd just accomplished. Joel leaned forward in his chair and zoomed in on the woman sitting next to Dr. Masterson.
+""She's beautiful. That's good. A woman like that won't be hard to find.""
+""Where do we start looking?"" Kim rolled up on her wheeled chair next to him. Her scent, a mixture of vanilla and jasmine, overwhelmed him. He glanced over to her as she leaned in close to get a good look at Dr. Masterson's possible killer.
+""The Queen of Hearts Escort Service, where else?""
+""The card?"" Kim perked up.
+""The card."" Joel nodded.
+""Why didn't we think of that?"" She sat back in her chair a bit, turning to face him.
+""You're not locals.""
+""How do you know I'm not a local, Joel?"" She leaned back towards him, placing her hand on his knee.
+""Trust me, if you were a local, I'd know you. You're far too beautiful to go unnoticed.""
+""That's very sweet of you, Joel. Very sweet.""
+She crawled forward, up out of her chair, and kissed him. Joel's eyes opened wider to take in the tremendous sight of her cat-like body stretching over him. His hands came up to her ribs, sliding up her cotton shirt and around to her shoulder blades. He pulled her close to him. Their tongues darted in and out of each other's mouths and he nibbled down her chin to lick slippery circles over her throat.
+She straddled him in the chair, making him lean back as she moved her hips back and forth, sliding her pubic bone along the length of the bulge in his pants. She moaned softly as he kissed at her collar bone and slid his fingers into her hair. His other hand crept up from her hip, slowly moving to her breast, which seemed to be pushing against her shirt, begging to come out.
+That's when the door opened. Kim's head whipped around and Joel leaned over to look past her. Standing in the doorway were three large Japanese men, with guns already drawn. They were all wearing black suits and had expensive haircuts. The leader, the one in the middle, pointed a finger that was missing the first knuckle at them.
+""The tape! Give it to us and you will not be hurt!""
+""What are you talking about?"" Kim feinted.
+""Do not play games! The tape!""
+""Alright! Alright! Keep your shirt on!"" Joel nudged Kim to slide off him. He popped the security tape from the recorder and held it out to the three men.
+""Here you go.""
+The leader stepped forward, lowering his gun just a bit and holding out his hand.
+That's when Joel kicked Kim's empty chair into him. The chair caught him in the shins, jerking him forward just a bit.
+Joel came out of his chair in a lightning fast move, immediately pasting the man in the face with a hard right hand. The man's head snapped back and blood shot from his nose. The two thugs ran forward, one to catch their leader, and the other to train his gun on Joel.
+Before Joel could move to intercept him, Kim came out of nowhere and grabbed the man by his gun arm. She dropped him with a quick arm bar takedown and buried her elbow into the back of his head as soon as his face met the floor. The leader was being held up by his crony, and Joel reached back to the small of his back, pulling the twin nickel-plated Colt .45 semi-automatics from their holsters.
+""Kim, get the tape.""
+She already had it, and now had the downed man's gun trained on the other two as well. They maneuvered around to the door, leaving one man down and another bloodied as they hurried out the door and ran down the hall.
+""Where are we going?"" Kim yelled as they ran.
+""My car!"" Joel led her outside to the Javelin and they were soon speeding off. ""Any idea who those guys were?""
+""Yakuza probably. They work for a man named Miyuki Huang.""
+""Oh, shit! Special crimes unit has a file on that guy a mile long. What's he got to do with all this?""
+""He's supposedly an intermediary for the sale of the Maltese Fuckin'.""
+""The what?"" Joel blurted out with laughter.
+""That's just a nickname my friends and I have given it.""
+""Well, if they're as beautiful as you, I'd love to meet them.""
+""I'm sure you will, Joel. Where are we going now?""
+""The Queen of Hearts. I'm guessing our friends back there will be headed that way too, so we'd better get there first.""
+""A good idea. I'll call my friends, but in the meantime, how about I finish what I started?""
+""What do you -?"" Joel began, and Kim unbuckled her seat belt and slid her head under Joel's arm on the steering wheel. She pulled his zipper open and before Joel could say anything else, she was already sucking him into her mouth. Her tongue swirled all around him and his grip on the steering wheel tightened at the sensation. She held him gently in her hand as she slid her lips up and down the shaft, making him all slippery and wet. He was rigid. He was swollen. He was huge. He was so hard he was nearly in pain. Her pretty face looked up at him now and then, and she'd grin with a mouthful of cock.
+The Javelin picked up speed as she nibbled and licked at him. Her nose pushed into his belly as she took all of him into her throat. She squeezed his balls through his pants, and that was the last straw. Joel let out a guttural moan and his backside stiffened beneath him, forcing his hips up at her. She moaned happily as he shot stream after stream of hot cum into her throat. She wrapped her lips around the head, tickling just underneath it with her tongue to coax the last bit out of him. She sat up, wiping just a little drop from the corner of her mouth. She zipped him back up. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel.
+""Wow,"" he stammered after a few deep breaths, ""I hope you'll let me return the favor.""
+""I will, don't you worry, after we're done with work.""
+""Then I'll work extra fast,"" Joel promised as they pulled into the parking lot of the office building which housed the Queen of Hearts Escort Service.
+ _To Be Continued..._.  "
+201,The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 4,Kip Carson,Chain Stories,2000-07-13,2000-07-13,2022-01-08 03:55:20,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-maltese-fuckin-ch-4,Joel and Kim are kidnapped.,"['Joel Felt', 'Joel Thought', 'Joel Watched', 'Kim Car', 'Kim Yelled', 'Mouth Joel', 'Queen Hearts', 'Ran Office', 'Swollen Mouth', 'Yelled Man']",3.25,"**Ch. 4 The Family Jewels**
+As Joel and Kim stepped onto the parking lot at the Queen of Hearts escort service, a long black limo suddenly swerved next to them. The back door opened and the 3 Japanese men jumped from the car. They held automatic rifles in their hands, and they made Joel and Kim get into the car. They tied the 2 together, and drove off. They pulled up to an abandoned warehouse by the river, and led Joel and Kim from the car.
+Kim was shaking with fear, and Joel tried to look calm, although he also was very scared. Suddenly Joel felt a thud on the back of his head. He wasn't sure how long he had been knocked out, but could tell by the large sore lump on the back of his head, that it was probably quite a while. He looked around the room, he was still seeing pretty blurry, and hadn't had a headache like this since the time he drank 2 bottles of cheap gin with beer chasers. Joel felt like shit, his vision began clearing a bit. He didn't see Kim anywhere, or anyone else. He was tied up to a chair in an empty office.
+He could hear the sound of a forklift roaring in the warehouse, and could hear voices, but couldn't see anyone. Joel tried to wiggle free from the ropes, but these guys had tied him good. He struggled in vain, and only made the ropes tighter. His wrists were raw from the tight ropes, and Joel cussed and mumbled to himself. He was clueless about what to do, and sat there wishing he could light a cigarette. ""Leave me alone, you bastards!"" ""Just take your fucking hands off of me"" ""Damn, it's Kim"" Joel thought to himself. He was helpless, and felt really bad that he couldn't do anything for Kim. Suddenly the office door flew open, and the 3 goons that kidnapped him walked in, and a small elderly Asian man walked behind them.
+Joel gave the men his dirtiest look, but that was all he could do. ""Well, Mr. detective, it seems you are in a little over your head"" the small man said. ""Oh, how rude of me, let me introduce myself"" he added. ""I am Miyuki Huang, perhaps you have heard of me"" he said laughing. The 3 goons laughed also. ""You have been given plenty of time to walk away from this case"" the man said. ""But, you are either very stubborn or very foolish"" he continued. ""Now, your girlfriend will pay for your foolishness"" he said. ""Bring in the girl"" he ordered the 3 men. They walked out of the room, and quickly returned with Kim. She had her hands tied behind her back, and her face was battered and bruised.
+Small droplets of blood trickled down the corner of her swollen mouth. ""Oh, Joel"" she sobbed. ""Kim"" Joel said. ""I am so sorry"" he added. ""Ok, men show Mr. Detective what he has in store for him"" the man said. The leader of the 3 men pulled a knife from his waist, and began cutting Kim's shirt from her. The sharp knife now sliced easily through her bra, and it fell to the floor. Her small breasts now bare, one of the men leaned over, and took one of her tiny brown nipples into his mouth. ""Damn you"" she yelled as he bit her roughly. He removed his mouth, and blood oozed from her nipple. They quickly removed the rest of her clothing, and she stood there totally naked, and helpless.
+Joel watched as the largest man removed his trousers. His cock was already hard, and he tossed her upon the desk. He violently spread her legs apart, and forced his cock into her. ""You fucker"" Kim yelled at the man. He thrust deeply into her pussy, and began sucking on her breasts. Kim moaned and howled as he raped her. Her pussy began to moisten as his cock oozed precum inside of her. He continued pumping wildly into her, grunting loudly. Suddenly he removed his cock from her pussy, and began jacking off, his cum shot onto her face, covering her swollen mouth. One of the other men, quickly slid his cock into her pussy, and began to rape her also. Joel yelled at the men, cursing them. They laughed loudly, watching as Joel desperately tried to free himself.
+The man grunted and shot his cum into Kim's pussy. Kim grunted, and cussed him. As soon as he removed his cock from her, the 3rd man immediately raped her. He quickly came, and removed his cock from her sore pussy. Kim lay on the desk, helpless, cum oozing from her pussy. ""you bastards"" she yelled. The man with the knife turned to face her, and without warning thrust the knife into her chest. Kim yelled, and he thrust the knife again. Suddenly she was silent, and her body dropped to the floor. ""Damn you"" Joel said, as he watched her lifeless body lay on the floor.
+They carried Kim's body from the room, and Joel felt his throat tighten and the tears form in his eyes. ""This has gone way too far"" he thought to himself. Suddenly a beautiful woman walked into the room, and she looked at Joel. She pulled a red queen of hearts card from her purse, and laid it on the desk in front of Joel. ""Oh fuck"" Joel said. ""Mmmm, you know"" the beautiful woman said. Joel flinched as the woman began unzipping his pants. She slowly removed his cock, and as she opened her mouth, Joel imagined how much it was going to hurt. Joel closed his eyes and tried to think of something else. He felt her mouth as it slid down his cock. He couldn't believe he was getting hard.
+As she sucked his cock, he wondered how long he had, when suddenly he heard a gunshot. It was followed by 4 or 5 more shots. ""What the fuck?"" the old man said. Charles Fish quickly ran into the office, and he pointed the gun at the broad. ""Remove your mouth from his cock"" he ordered her. She slid her mouth from Joel's cock and turned to face Charlie the Tuna. ""Don't you fucking move"" Charlie told her, she lunged towards him, and he shot her right between the eyes. She fell to the floor. ""Get on the floor"" Charles ordered the old man. ""Mmm, we have got us a real criminal here"" he said, cuff him boys. Suddenly 4 uniformed officers ran into the office. They quickly cuffed him, and then Charles cut the ropes from Joel.
+""I never thought I would be glad to see you"" Joel said. ""Well, you are lucky I was trailing you"" Charles said.
+To Be Continued..."
+202,The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 5,Lilianna,Chain Stories,2000-10-11,2000-10-11,2022-01-08 03:55:22,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-maltese-fuckin-ch-5,"Hugo meets Amelia, and discovers Maddy's past.","['Amelia', 'Amelia Looked', 'Eyes Squeezed', 'Hugo', 'Joel', 'Maltese Fuckin', 'Morris', 'Squeezed Shut', 'Tilting Head', 'Time Care']",2.75,"**Ch. V: The Plot Thickens**
+""Ah, I see our visitor has awakened."" Hugo heard a husky voice chime in from somewhere near by. The world seemed a swirling misty haze. Hugo shook his head to relieve some of the cobwebs he felt to be laying on his brain.
+""Let me introduce myself and my colleagues to you Mr. Kirby. I am Ms. Amelia Smarts. The two gentlemen to your left are Joel Markanetti,"" said tilting her head in a gesture to a taller thin gentleman, 'And this is Charlie ""The Tuna"" Harper,' She continued once again tilting her head towards a shorter more, well shall we say heavier version, of the first gentleman.
+Hugo weighed his options. The world seemed to be slowing its' heavy spin. And the cobwebs were fading rapidly. He decided that given the right opportunity that he could take them out. They didn't appear to be the brightest or the strongest adversaries Hugo had ever faced. And he had to find Maddy. He was extremely worried for her. He had that gut instinct that he has only when there is a major wrong going on.
+Reading Hugo like a book; Charlie placed his hand inside his jacket, resting it on his piece. Hugo was a man who would defiantly understand this gesture. ""Easy there Kirby. Let's keep this as friendly as possible, huh?""
+""Where are my manors? To your right there, Mr. Kirby, is Morris Logan,"" Amelia stated, as she drew a long cigarette from her delicate golden case. Morris immediately drew out a lighter and fired it for her.
+Hugo did a quick mental assessment of this new character brought to his attention. He was at least six foot six inches. Probably weighed about 265, all of which seemed to be muscle, from where Hugo was sitting. Hugo looked in his eyes and saw a sharpness that might be missed by the untrained eye. Yes, this one would defiantly be a problem to tangle with.
+""Morris is here to do two things Mr. Kirby. Hugo, May I call you that?"" she went on without waiting for his reply. ""One is to assure all of our safety, and the second is to keep this meeting as peaceful as possible.""
+""What in the hell do you want from me?"" Hugo growled. He couldn't decide if this dame was just bitchy by nature or if she had been through some major shit in her life. Either way he was growing a quick dislike for her.
+""It's simple we must know what Kim might have told you before her death.""
+""I don't know any damn Kim."" Hugo's' mind replayed the last couple of days. Kim? Nothing was coming to mind.
+Hugo watched as the dame broke into a cruel ear shattering laughter. She seemed both amused and pained at the same time.
+""You care to share the joke with me?""
+""My dear Hugo. It seems our little Kimmy had added you to her list of wrapped men before her death."" She chuckled again. ""Whipped men do so annoy me.""
+Amelia impatiently tossed her cigarette on the floor standing and crushing it out.
+""Ok, I do suppose Madeline would be a little more familiar to you.""
+""You bitch; what have you done with Maddy!"" Hugo tried to lung for her. He would wring the truth from her pretty little neck. Before he could get two inches off the bed, the 6'6 he-man had quickly put him in check.
+No need to get hostile Hugo. I wouldn't waste my time to touch her."" She spit out. ""Kim was my sister Hugo. And while there was no love loss, I really never wanted any harm to come her way. She and I, along with these goons,"" she nodded at Joel and Charlie, ""were trying to recover some important items from a rival family. Kim and Joel were getting to close. The bullet her little porter friend took was meant for her.""
+Hugo couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had known Maddy since childhood almost. Hell, they were high school sweethearts. How could she have had this whole other life he had never known about. He felt betrayed.
+Amelia sat on the edge of the bed and placed her small slender hand on Hugo's' shoulder. She gave him a light squeeze. And he thought he heard her say sorry. ""I know this is a lot for you Hugo. But we must press on. Are you ready?""
+""Go on. I'm listening."" Hugo stated. He was re-evaluating his assumptions of her. He suspected that she had been a victim of Maddy herself.
+""Ok then."" Amelia almost felt sorry for him. He was just another of Kim's' victims. Kim always carried an air of sweetness and light about her. But all she ever left behind was pain and heartache. Even her own sister couldn't be spared her cruelty. She had seen how happy I was with Joel. So she pressed her way into his life and crushed me out in the process. No, Joel wasn't faultless in that endeavor. But I will deal with him in my own time.
+""Ahem, Amelia?"" Joel prodded as he placed a hand on her back.
+Snapped from her memories of pain Amelia realized that, he the man who had played a major part in crushing her spirit, was touching her. She gave him a complete look of disgust and snatched her shoulder away. ""Where were we?""
+""Kim and the porter Ammy."" Morris answered her handing her a lighted cigarette. There was a softness that spoke both love and lust in his eyes.
+Hugo caught this softness and was instantly curious about the relationship between the two. Could they be lovers? This big huge ball of muscle and the small delicate little lily. The matching was so odd, that it fit so well just the same.
+Hugo was brought back to reality as Amelia continued.
+""Oh yes, thank you love. I'll make this short and sweet. So let's save the Q&A for after class ok?"" Amelia sat on the edge of the chair across form Hugo. Hugo couldn't help but notice as she crossed her long shapely legs. Amelia caught this gesture, took a deep breath and continued.
+""As you know the bullet missed. And blind luck threw you in. Kim used you to keep her safe until she could reach Joel. She left with him after your lengthy love making session that night. They were set to rendezvous with an insider from the rival family. He had information that was to help us reach our goal. Well they walked straight into a trap and Kim was killed. Joel was to suffer the same fate, but luckily for him Charlie arrived just in time to save the day.""
+Hugo could tell by the tone of her voice and the look on her pretty little face that she wasn't so happy about that fact either.
+""Now our dilemma since the stakes have been raised is to find out how much you know Hugo."" She stared at him harshly. ""You understand we can let nothing compromise this mission further?""
+""To a point you have my understanding Miss Smarts.""
+""Hugo, please call me Amelia.""
+""Ok then Amelia, But what is so important? That all of you would risk your lives.""
+""There is no need to fill you in on more than you already know.""
+""Well free your mind doll. I don't know anything. Maddy told me nothing.""
+Amelia had the gut instinct to believe him. So she did. Her gut had never let her down before. ""Then Hugo you are free to go.""
+""If you don't mind, I would like to help. I have my own little reason for wanting revenge.""
+""Of course; Kim."" Amelia grated obviously annoyed again. ""You know you and Joel should get together and compare stories."" Hugo fought the urge to slap her. He realized that Maddy must have hurt this dame pretty bad. And his reaction was a little out of being made a fool of too.
+""Amelia, we could use the extra help now."" Joel stated ignoring the jab.
+Amelia looked at him with a venomous stare and simply said, ""Charlie?""
+""I would have to agree Amelia."" Charlie almost whispered, as if agreeing with Joel were like smacking her face.
+""Fine then let's get out of here. This place is giving me the creeps. You two can fill Hugo in on the details in the morning.""
+They drove in silence through the night. The tension in the car seemed to be thick enough that they all were afraid if they opened their mouths it would choke them.
+They arrived at a very nice upscale mansion, equipped with six-foot high fences surrounding the border and men with guns at ever turn. Hugo half expected to be patted down at the door. To his surprise and delight he was greeted by a short plump, very kind faced woman. Her name was Ma Lee. She showed Hugo to his room for the night.
+Hugo stood in a hot steamy shower for a long time. Trying to come to terms mentally with all he had dealt with in just a few short days. Damn Maddy could always spice up a mans life.
+With his bath finished Hugo lay and tried to sleep. It was a failing attempt. His mind was too heavy. Suddenly sneaking down into Ma Lees' kitchen and having a snack sounded like a plan.
+Hugo was creeping down the hall when he heard voices. Upon further inspection he found they were coming from a room down the hall. He crept to the door to find it open and peeked in. Only to find Amelia in the arms of Morris.
+""Ammy, you shouldn't get yourself worked up like that darling."" Morris spoke softly in her ear as her stroked her cinnamon locks.
+""I know love. Just the thought of the pain that she has caused so many people, makes me sick."" Amelia looked into his golden eyes and wanted nothing more in that moment to be held kissed and loved by this man she loved so. ""Make love to me Morris. Make me forget like only you can.""
+That was all the invitation that Morris needed as he claimed her lips with his. ""Oh my."" He rasped and increased the pressure to bring her fully against him.
+Arching her back against him, Amelia, was aware of his hard, muscular thighs and the arms of steel that molded her to him. Morris carefully removed all of Amelia's' clothing revealing her beautiful shapely body. Then he lifted her and gently placed her on the bed. His eyes never leaving her body as he stripped off his clothing to reveal the largest cock that to this day she had ever seen.
+He came to her, one arm circling her near to his beautiful physique, while the other was free to roam over her body. She felt she would go crazy now if he didn't do more than just hold her. Her breast seemed to swell to fill the palm of his hand, straining to achieve a greater feeling of pleasure. All of her body ached with this very same need.
+She was arching against him in a deliberate provocation. She was hot and wanted him now. Her teeth teased his earlobe, nipping in sexual play. She didn't try to hide any of her sexual desires from him. Letting him see all of the fires that were engulfing her. She reached down, took his cock in her hand and stroked him gently.
+""Are you trying to get a rise out of me?"" Morris teased, kissing her forehead.
+""Now; you are getting the idea.""
+His mouth began moving to her. ""You my lady know, I'll give you all you can handle and more,"" he taunted.
+His mouth came down to crush hers in a hungry needing kiss. His hands moving skillfully over her body, while hers did the same. Both of them were trembling with ecstasy before they had had their fill.
+Morris seemed to be taking his time to examine her at great lengths. His hands following his traveling gaze. Lightly tracing over her shoulders, then moving down to her ribs. He drew invisible lines along each one, making her quiver.
+By the time he moved up to her breasts she was filled with tension. Even then he didn't touch them as she had hoped he might. At first he just caressed the sides with soft stroking motions, then he cupped the heavy curves beneath her nipples. His thumbs going close but never touching the hungry peaks.
+When he finally did draw near to a nipple, it was with a single teasing fingertip, moving it in tantalizing circles around each of her tiny pink areola in turn. But still without touching either of the highly sensitive centers.
+They had responded nevertheless during this excitingly erotic torture, standing erect, tall, and tautly swollen. Amelia's' head was spinning.
+""Just do it, for gods sake,"" she groaned at last. Her head flopping back on the pillow, her eyes squeezed shut as she thrust her breast eagerly forward.
+""Just do what?"" he teased.
+""I... I..."" desire would not let her finish for it had taken possession of her body.
+""Never mind, Amelia,"" he muttered. ""I know what you want baby."" And he bent to start tonguing each nipple in turn, taking her breath away as he made love to them.
+When he changed from licking to sucking, everything in her body crunched down hard. It was so delicious, His mouth wet and hot upon her, drawing feelings from her breast and sending shock waves to her clit as her suckled on her.
+""Don't stop,"" she pleaded when he suddenly left her breast.
+He said nothing just poised himself over her. Their eyes locked as he placed two fingers inside her hot, wet pussy, with his thumb expertly maneuvering her clit. He wanted to watch her climax as he continued his assault on her.
+Amelia turned her head as the pleasure was building inside her body threatening to take her over. When she glanced at the door way she saw a shadow move. Someone was watching. Someone was watching. Amelia immediately climaxed at the thought. Then turned her head once again to look her lover in the eye. Now more turned on than ever.
+Amelia could only stare as heat was starting to flood through her body again. Morris was impressive, but slightly scary. A big strong male animal that could take her more delicate body at will. His cock stood proudly looking back at her.
+""No,"" he rasped as she went to grasp him to pull him into her. She needed him inside her.
+""Cum for me first luv."" He continued to pump inside her furiously, as his thumb sped up on her clit.
+As if her body was willed to his command a tingling heat exploded within her body.
+""Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Morris,"" she moaned.
+Once again she tried to pull him to her. And once again he denied her. Grabbing her waist, he abruptly lifted her, and then turned her on the bed in a kneeling position. He spread her arms along the headboard and curved her fingers over the edge in a tight grip. The position pressed her naked breast against the hard, cool brass, making her fiercely aware of their heat and aroused state. Her head was facing the door, which only heightened her pleasure knowing their peeping tom would see every pleasure that racked her body spread over her face.
+She could not move, could not say a word. She remained still and speechless, her muscles stiffly held, her eyes wide as she stared dry mouthed at the door.
+""Beautiful,"" he murmured as he began caressing her bare ass and thighs. Amelia moved to push her legs apart and she began to shake. She had never experienced anything so intensely erotic as the last hour. Her breathing had grown ragged with passion and lust, as she panted her hardened nipples rubbed arousingly against the brass headboard. She had never felt so turned on, or so wickedly sexy in all her life. Is this what is was always like for Kim, she wondered. Her body burned. Her thigh trembled. Her bottom wiggled, pouted and invited.
+""Morris, Please,"" she whispered.
+She gasped when he molded his huge body around hers, his large arms covering hers, his mouth hot against her ear.
+""Tell me what you want, Ammy,"" he rasped. ""Say it.""
+""I want you to fuck me. Don't play nice nice with me tonight Morris. Give it to me strong and hard,"" she shouted.
+""So you want this?"" he replied savagely.
+She cried out at the brutal abruptness of his penetration, and then groaned with sinful pleasure when he began to pump powerfully into her. Her eyes squeezed shut and she gripped the headboard. But soon her own body was rocking backwards and forwards in counterpart with his hard pulsating strokes. It was a savage rhythm, a widely erotic dance.
+The top of her head almost came off her body when she climaxed. It was fiercer than she had ever known. Morris' followed almost immediately, and it was while they were violently in an earth shattering spasm together that he turned her face around and covered her mouth with his. He moaned into her mouth, and then shuddered as their tongues met.
+Their bodies gradually grew calm and they slumped onto the bed, still fused. Both held the other tight as if the world was coming to an end. And sleep took their bodies before they could speak a word.
+Hugo jumped as he heard a sound come from behind. He realized that he was standing there holding himself. He grew still listening to the house no other noise could be heard. Hugo decided that it was time to take care of his needs. He crept silently back to his room.
+The following morning Hugo as Hugo approached the veranda he found Joel and Amelia standing there in a heated conversation. Was she double-crossing poor old Morris? Could this all be some kind of game that he wasn't aware of? Deciding he had to know he slipped closer to listen in.
+""Amelia, we need to talk."" Joel said matter-of-factly.
+""You silly fool, it's a bit late for that isn't it? Shouldn't you and Charlie be briefing Hugo now?"" ""Amelia; I always loved you.""
+Amelia promptly smacked Joel across his face, leaving her mark behind. ""Go to hell you bastard. You accepted my love and trashed it when it did not suit you. Did you think that with Kim gone you could just switch back to the other sister? Well Joel, I ask this of you, please hold your breath until that happens, ok?"" With that Amelia strolled away leaving Joel to stew in his defeat.
+""Ahem. Mornin Kirby,"" Charlie drawled from behind.
+Hugo was slightly embarrassed at being caught. ""I, ummm,"" his words faltered. He couldn't think of a quick explanation.
+""You seem to enjoy watching Amelia, huh?"" Charlie went on as if Hugo had never spoken. ""Last night, just now becoming a habit isn't it? Well you had better behave where she's concerned my friend. I would hate to have to tell old Morris you've taken a liken to his lady.""
+""I simply did not want to interrupt their conversation just now. And last night, well I have to admit that intrigued me to the point where I couldn't move."" Hugo stuttered.
+""Yea well, whatever buddy. We all have our little fetishes. Just you mind your P&Q's with her. Cause Old Morris, he'll break your neck without a second thought over her."" Charlie warned.
+Hugo just nodded.
+Charlie led Hugo onto the veranda where Joel was seated. And after small reintroductions, Joel and Charlie led Hugo into the study. He needed to be brought up to speed on what was going on and where they stood at this point.
+ _To Be Continued..._"
+203,The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 6,Dakota Ryan,Chain Stories,2000-10-11,2000-10-11,2022-01-08 03:55:24,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-maltese-fuckin-ch-6-1,Sergeant Friday is on the case.,"['Angel Cried', 'Black Object', 'Charlie Tuna', 'Door Charlie', 'Joe Moved', 'Lady Red', 'Making Angel', 'Pulling Tee', 'Pussy Cumming']",4.25,"**Ch. VI A Night in the Slammer: The Dragnet Tightens**
+The night was like most in Vegas, the chilly night air was a relief from the daytime heat. Sergeant Joe Friday and his side kick Sergeant Pete Gannon had been given the murder case of Joseph Masterson, Ph. D., they had all the juicy details and the only clue in sight was the lady in the red velvet dress that no one knew.
+""How the hell does someone cut your cock cut, suck all your blood out, and not leave a mess?"" Sergeant Gannon asked shaking his head.
+""From what they say, that hot bitch in the red velvet dress could suck a tennis ball through a straw. According to the bandleader she was one Hot Lady with a body to die for and that poor Professor did!"" Friday smirked. ""What a way to go."" He was shaking his head and thinking of the pain Masterson went through just before he kicked off.
+They had gone over everything in room 33B and found nothing, not even a hair from the mysterious woman in red. It was going on 11pm when the radio call came in that another body wa found at the same motel. ""Floor it Gannon."" Friday said, hanging the microphone up.
+""We better find something there or our ass is grass."" Gannon said looking over at Friday as the car bolted down the neon filled main drag towards the Sands Casino.
+With tires squealing they pulled into a parking space in front of the Sands. ""You can't park there."" yelled the doorman.
+Sergeant Friday flashed his badge as they passed by him. ""We can park anywhere we damn well please,"" he said with a grin.
+When they entered the main casino they saw Frank Gabatino, the head of security, waiting for them. He was a big man with arms the size of most men's legs and he wasn't too happy with us being in his place right now.
+""Frank, what..."" Gannon barely got out of his mouth before they found themselves dragged down the side hall towards Frank's office.
+""Shut the fuck up asshole. I'll do the talking. You just listen. Alright?"" He opened the door and pushed them inside. ""Look you flatfooted bastards. I got a dead guy upstairs, tied to a bed with no cock""
+Friday and Gannon looked at each other in disbelief.
+""What? Another one? Holy shit! What the hell is happening here Gannon?"" Friday said shaking his head.
+""What the fuck do you mean another one?"" Frank yelled slamming his fist hard against the desk.
+""Hold on now Frank. You do read the papers, don't you? It's all over Vegas how that professor got it the same way last week over at the Flamingo."" Gannon was getting tired of this asshole's attitude.
+""Now take us to the room right now or we will have your ass."" Friday yelled back pointing to his badge.
+""We'll go up the service elevator. I don't want the guest to know anything is wrong."" Frank lead the way towards the elevator.
+""I guess you showed him."" Gannon said in a low voice hoping Frank didn't hear him.
+""Yeah, right. Let's go."" Friday said, pointing towards the waiting elevator.
+Frank pushed the third floor's button then told them both ""If this hotel is in the papers tomorrow you might not be able to read for a long time! You got that?""
+""Yeah, I got it. Your threatening a cop right? Now lets get one thing straight Frank. We are the real cops, and we say what happens from here out.""
+Frank's face turned beat red with the veins in his neck popping out. ""You just keep this quiet or else."" Frank finally said before the door opened. ""Follow me."" Frank lead them down the hall stopping at room 33B.
+The two Detectives just stood looking at one another.
+""What the fuck are you waiting on? Get your asses in here before someone sees you!"" Frank said between clinched teeth. Slamming the door closed Frank motioned for them to follow him into the bedroom.
+""What a joint."" Gannon said, as he walked into the room looking around at the luxurious surroundings.
+""Bet this place will set you back a few hundred a night."" Friday said admiring the fancy paintings, full wet bar and all leather furnishings. Standing in the bedroom doorway. Frank pointed to the dead man laying tied with leopard skin cuffs just like the professor.
+""Oh, God! He's just like the other one. Sucked dry and all!"" Friday said looking around the bed for a clue to go on. ""Only a freak could do something like this."" Friday said raising an eyebrow.
+""Who is he?"" Gannon asked pulling his pad out to take notes.
+""Some big time collector that comes here all the time to gamble away his money. His name was Professor Grope."" Frank said.
+""Collector?"" Friday asked.
+""Yeah, from what I was told he collects rare tribal things from Africa. You know, like spears, trinkets, and junk like that,"" Frank explained.
+""What's this Maltease Fuckin we heard about Frank? Do you know anything about it?"" Friday asked.
+""What the fuck you talking about Friday? Mother fucking what?"" Frank shot back at Friday in that deep New York accent.
+""Not mother fucking,"" Gannon explained, ""it's Maltease, like the book and the movie. You know the movie Bogie made so famous?""
+""I don't know no Maltease nothing,"" Frank said looking confused.
+A sudden knock at the door startled them all, ""I'll get"" Frank said moving towards the door. He stuck his head out and spoke to someone for a minute before opening the door allowing one of the showgirls to enter. ""This is Angel,"" Frank said leading her into the room. ""She has some information she thinks could help you guys.""
+""I'm Sergeant Friday, this is Sergeant Gannon. What do you know about all this?""
+""Well, that lady in red was playing Blackjack with him this evening. She was winning big time. You know what I mean.""
+Friday nodded his head admiring her body more than listening to what she had to say. ""Damn what a doll"" he said to himself.
+""They were talking about something he had to sell. Maltease something or other."" She explained to the two officers.
+""Maltease Fuckin"" Gannon said before he realized what he had said.
+Angel blushed a scarlet red. Grinning, she said, ""Yeah that's it. What's a Maltease Fuckin?""
+""I'm not real sure yet but when I find out I'll let you know."" Friday said eyeing her up and down as he spoke. ""Do you know anything else? Can you identify this lady in red if you saw her again?"" Friday asked.
+""Yeah, I think I could. I'm not real sure. You want me to look at some mug shots?"" she asked.
+""We might,"" Gannon said nodding his head.
+""I better get going. You know how hard it is to find a cab this time of night and I live on the west side of town?"" Angel said turning to leave.
+""Angel, hold on a minute."" Friday pulled Gannon to the side. ""Could you get a ride back to the office with the black and white when they get here?""
+""Sure old buddy. You looking for some action from this doll?"" Gannon grinned and prodded Friday in the ribs.
+""Yeah, I am."" Friday said, looking over at Angel.
+""Joe, that's why I'm married. It's at home waiting for me right now. I don't have to go running all over town to get laid."" Gannon said proudly.
+""Yeah, yeah, I know all about it. You're a lucky man to have a fine woman like you got."" Friday said with a smile.
+""I have never cheated on her either."" Gannon said.
+""Well the day you do I want to be there."" Friday smirked.
+""Not going to happen. You can count on it Joe."" Gannon added proudly.
+""I'll give you a ride home Angel. It's on my way to the office and you helped us out so it's the least I can do. Besides, I may be able to find out some more information."" Friday said leading her out the door.
+""That's awful sweet of you Sergeant Thank you."" she said placing her hand in his. Friday felt her lean against him as they waited for the elevator.
+""I'll have to take in one of your shows sometime. What kind of show are you in?"" Friday asked.
+""I'm a stripper in the Follies,"" she said winking at Friday.
+Joe smiled. ""Really? Now that's a profession only someone as pretty as you could have."" He looked Angel in the eyes. She had those big brown eyes that could melt butter in a matter of minutes and Joe's heart was close to skipping a beat when she leaned over and kissed his cheek lightly.
+""Awwww, you're so sweet,"" she said tightening her grip on Joe's hand.
+They headed down to the car and in a few minutes where parked outside Angel's apartment.
+""Would you like a drink Sergeant?"" she asked.
+""Yeah. I would love one."" Friday said thinking to himself, ""This stripper could strip for me anytime she wants.""
+Friday walked around to open her door. His cock had started to grow just thinking about her stripping and he was having a hard time stopping it. As Joe took her hand, his eyes moved down to her skirt hoping she would allow it to ride up just another inch to expose her garter belt and maybe even a glimpse at her panties.
+Angel let her skirt ride up her luscious thigh as she glided out of the seat. Angel knew what she was doing. It was her job to drive men crazy and she was the best stripper The Sands had. Angel was feeling a little frisky and Friday would do just fine to scratch the itch she had developed in her pussy while stripping earlier that night. Angel handed Joe the key to her apartment. ""It's number 33."" she said pointing at the door.
+Friday shook his head thinking ""Damn, that number has been coming up all day."" He opened the door and followed her inside.
+""What will it be Joe?"" she asked, dropping her sweater on the couch.
+""Gin and tonic."" Friday said, removing his jacket.
+""I got scotch or vodka Joe. Oh, and beer."" She pointing at the small bar in the corner. ""I don't drink much. It makes me do things,"" she said smiling.
+""Vodka on the rocks then."" He pointed at a large black object on her table. ""What's that?"" he asked.
+""Oh that? Something a friend gave me last week. Isn't is awesome?"" she asked picking it up and cradling it in her soft hands.
+""Looks like some kind of sex toy or something."" Friday said looking at the strange object closely.
+""My friend said it was a phallic symbol. What ever that is,"" she said handing the smooth black object to Friday.
+They both drank the first drinks down hurriedly. Friday made the second round and sat down beside Angel sipping his drink while admiring her shapely legs. He moved his arm around her shoulder and she slipped closer to him letting her hand rest on his upper thigh. Joe felt the tingle in his groin. His cock responded to her touch, moving as it grew harder. Angel saw the bulge growing in his pants and decided to have some fun.
+""Joe? Is it ok to call you Joe?"" she asked seductively and didn't wait for an answer. ""I'm going to slip into something more comfy. Is that okay with you?""
+""Sure. Take your time."" Joe watched her walk towards the bedroom. Her shapely ass swinging from side to side as she walked. ""God, what a body."" he said under his breath.
+""What? Did you say something Joe?"" She asked turning to face him.
+""No, I was just thinking out loud."" His face turned red.
+""Could you help me a minute?"" she asked from the bedroom.
+Joe jumped up and almost ran to her.
+""Could you help me with this damn zipper? It always hangs up. I guess I should get it fixed."" she said, turning her head to him.
+Joe moved closer placing one hand on her waist and the other on the stuck zipper. He pulled it down slowly. It moved freely, with very little effort. He continued all the way down exposing her back and shoulder to his gaze. She wasn't wearing a bra and when the dress slipped farther off her shoulders she didn't make a move to stop it. Joe moved his hand up her side and pulled her back into him. She felt the bulge she had seen earlier. It felt so big, so hard and she moved her hips back into his crotch. Joe lightly kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear lobe making Angel moan in pleasure. She wasn't use to men being gentle with her. She always seemed to attract the rougher types of men for some reason. Joe's soft touch and gentle kisses were driving her crazy.
+""God you smell great,"" Joe whispered into her ear as he licked and sucked on her lobe.
+""You keep that up and you might get a free show tonight,"" Angel purred.
+""I was thinking more on the lines of a great fuck Baby."" Joe said huskily.
+""Oh now, that can be arranged,"" she said turning to face Joe. Her lips parted and she softly kissed him. Joe held her close. His hands moving up towards her perfect breast. Firm breasts with large nipples that ached for his attention. He moved his tongue inside her mouth darting it around the tip of her tongue. She moaned and let her body fall against his. Her hands caressed his back as his hands found her right breast. Pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger caused Angel to moan louder.
+Joe broke the kiss. Leaning back so her breast where in his view. ""You have the most beautiful breast I have ever seen."" Joe said, with a crack in is voice from the excitement he was experiencing.
+His hands moved down her body pushing her dress free of her hips. She stepped out of the dress and moved away from Joe. Spinning around she gave him a view of her perfect ass before she laid down on the king size bed. She held her arm up and motioned for Joe to join her with a crook of her index finger. Joe leaned over her, kissing her flat belly and tracing her navel with his tongue while removing her bikini panties. Angels raised her hips to help him. Her fingers caressed his hair. He moved down her body smelling her intoxicating sent. He could tell she was hot! No doubt about it. He could see the moisture glistening on her pussy lips and they were swollen from her excitement. Joe knelt down in front of her, sliding a finger through her slit and opening her pussy lips. His tongue licked around her clit as he sucked it into his mouth. Angels held her breath as she felt his tongue enter her. A moan from deep inside her escaped as he sucked her clit. She wrapped her long legs around his head holding him tight to her pussy.
+Angel normally controlled her sexual partners but Joe had her at his mercy. Her body responded to his tongue as he worked it deep into her wet pussy. She moaned and pulled his hair as she began to orgasm. ""Oh God. Suck my pussy. Lick me dry Baby."" Angel cried as her body jerked from the powerful orgasm that was rocking her soul. Joe moved from her pussy letting his tongue slip across her puckered asshole. Angel cried out. ""Yes! Oh God yes!"" He sank it deep in her ass while two fingers stroked her pussy. ""I'm cumming!"" She screamed as his thumb rubbed her clit and his tongue worked her asshole over. ""Awwwwwwww God yes."" Her hips bucked to meet his fingers. Her head flopped around as her body shook and jerked on it's own.
+Angel pulled him up from her dripping pussy. His face was covered in her juices and he saw her face was in full blush after her last mind shattering orgasm.
+""Come here. I want that cock of yours in me now.""
+Joe moved with her demanding hands for fear his hair would have been plucked out like feather on a chicken. She meant what she said, and he was going to make sure she got what she wanted.
+Angel reached down and guided his cock to her soaking wet pussy. Joe made one hard thrust shoving his member deep into her. ""Yes. Oh God yes."" she moaned as his cock filled her wanting pussy to full.
+Joe moaned loudly as his cock drove in hard. He pumped his hips into her mound from different angles and Angel squealed with delight as she bucked her hips to meet his. ""I can't take it all. It's too big!"" she pleaded, as Joe forced more and more of his cock inside her, stretching her to the limits. Joe had made sure she didn't get a good look at his monster cock ahead of time, knowing that most woman would be afraid to fuck him after seeing 10"" of cock sticking out that was as thick as his wrist.
+Joe slammed his mighty cock deeper, making Angel gasp from the pressure he was putting on her pussy. ""Yes, Oh yes. I'm Cumming Baby. Fuck me hard. I want all of that cock."" She screamed as Joe pounded away. He felt his orgasm building fast and he knew he would blow any second. ""I want it all baby. FUCK ME!"" she screamed over and over as Joe's cock started to shoot his cum deep inside her.
+""I'll fuck you Baby. You want it all? Here it is!"" Joe slammed the last two inches inside her pussy while she was climaxing.
+""Yes. Yes. Ohhhhhhh God, yes!"" she screamed as she had orgasm after orgasm.
+Almost exhausted, Joe slowed his pace as Angel's orgasm subsided. With his cock softening, Joe lay down on Angel. The two lovers gasped for air as they tried to regain control of their bodies.
+Angel cooed at Joe, ""I thought I had been fucked before. How wrong I was. That was the best fuck I ever had Baby!""
+Joe smiled, ""Just wait till the second round Baby, if you think that was good.""
+******
+Gannon had just about finished his work at the crime scene when the phone rang. ""It's for you Sergeant Gannon. Frank said it's your Captain. ""Thanks. Yeah Captain, what's the problem?""
+""Get over to Charlie Tuna's right away. He has been linked to the Maltease what ever it is thing. I have a black and white waiting for you so get your ass in gear. Where the hell is Friday?""
+""He went on another lead Captain,"" Gannon said before hearing the rest of the Captains instructions.
+*******
+Gannon knocked sharply on Charlie Tuna's door.
+""Who the hell is it?"" he heard from inside. ""It's Sergeant Gannon, Police. Open the door!""
+Charlie opened the door wondering what the hell was going on. Gannon moved past Charlie into the house.
+"" What's the big idea banging on my door at 2am"" Charlie yelled.
+""We got word you have the Maltease Fuckin."" Gannon said.
+""What? What if I do? It's no concern of the cops.""
+Gannon said, ""Let me put it this way Charlie. If you do and don't tell me, I'll have to throw your ass in jail for suspicion of murder.""
+""You're not doing any such thing! Even if I did have it I didn't kill anyone so get lost or get a warrant!""
+Looking back at the door, Gannon motioned the uniform officers in. ""Ok boys. He's all yours. Book him.""
+Charlie's protests fell on deaf ears as the officer handcuffed him and led him away.
+""Nice place he has here. Wish I could afford a place like this."" Gannon said aloud.
+""Where is Charlie? A voice asked from behind a door.
+""Going to jail."" Gannon said looking for the person connected to the voice.
+Sal walked out into the room dressed in a thin, silk nightshirt. ""Who the hell are you?"" she asked.
+""Sergeant Gannon, Police."" he said, showing his badge.
+""Why did you arrest Charlie?"" Sal questioned him.
+""That's police business. You'll have to ask him,"" Gannon said.
+""What's going on Sal?"" Caitlin asked walking out in nothing but a long Tee shirt.
+""Yeah, what's all the fuss out here?"" Kim echoed as she made her appearance in a short teddy.
+Gannon stood looking at the three beauties not knowing what to say and his cock began to grow just watching them. ""Damn it's a good thing I'm married"" he thought to himself.
+Sal explained things to the other two and then they all turned their attention to Gannon. ""Ok. Here is the deal Sergeant Gannon. You turn Charlie lose or we take matter into our own hands!""
+""Now ladies settle down. Lets not get our panties in a wad,"" he said all the while thinking ""I hope they have panties on under those clothes. Clothes? What clothes?""
+""Just like a man. Always thinking we have panties on!"" Caitlin said, pulling her tee shirt up exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. Gannon stared not saying a word. He didn't see Sal go behind him and retrieve a pair of handcuffs from a drawer in the desk. Caitlin moved closer to him pulling her tee shirt higher as she walked. Gannon was spell bound by the beauty while Sal came from behind him and cuffed his hands before he even knew what had happened.
+""What the hell?"" he screamed.
+""Ok girls. He's all ours. Now lets have some fun! We can't get Charlie out until morning so let see what this cop has for us besides threats."" Sal reached around Gannon and opened his belt. She unzipped his pants and pulled them down.  
+""Wait just a minute here ladies. I'm a married man!"" he pleaded with them. But with Caitlin dancing around him completely nude now, he couldn't stop his cock from growing hard
+Sal pulled his boxer shorts down leaving him standing there with an 8"" cock sticking out from under his shirttail.
+""Oh yeah! Look girls. He's a stud!"" Kim said, pointing to his cock. Shw knelt down in front of him and looked up at him with a sexy smile before licking the head of his cock and then engulfing it in her hot mouth.
+Sal watched in amazement as Kim sucked all but an inch of his cock down her throat.
+""Wow! You go girl."" Caitlin said before joining Kim on the floor. ""I want some of that too girl. Don't you dare hog all that monster for yourself!"" Caitlin giggled.
+Sal held Gannon still while the two vixens sucked his cock like he had never dreamed it could be done. His wife was good but this was unbelievable!
+""Ok girls. I give. Take the cuffs off, please?"" Gannon begged as his body betrayed him. ""You keep that up and your going to be sorry,"" he said feeling his orgasm starting to build.
+""Why would we be sorry honey?"" Sal asked.
+""I'm fixing to blow your friends head off in just a second,"" he said between clinched teeth.
+""Well hell honey, that's what she wants you to do."" Sal said laughing. ""You mean your wife doesn't swallow?"" she asked.
+"" Nooooooooo. Oh God, suck my cock!"" He screamed as his seed shot from his cock filling Kim's mouth to over flowing. Caitlin licked and sucked up all his cum that spilled from Kim's hungry mouth.
+""Hey I want some,"" Sal complained.
+Kim stood up and walked over to her. Without saying a word, she kissed Sal, sliding her tongue into her mouth so she could taste Gannon's cum.
+""Mmmmm, he's good to the last drop Baby. Just like Maxwell House."" Sal said after the kiss as she licked Kim's lips clean.
+""Ok Sergeant. ""Lay down and get ready for the time of your life! Have you ever been with anyone besides your wife?"" Sal asked, helping him to the floor.
+""Never. She's the only one."" Gannon said before the girls pounced on him.
+""Kim get bruiser for the Sergeant to enjoy."" Sal ordered before sitting on his face...
+ _To Be Continued..._."
+204,The Maltese Fuckin' Ch. 6,BJ,Chain Stories,2000-10-11,2000-10-11,2022-01-08 03:55:23,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-maltese-fuckin-ch-6,"He encounters Red, a blonde, and microfilm.","['Noir', 'Private Eye', 'Satire']",4.23,"**Ch. VI: A Night in the Slammer**
+The whole day did not go the way I had hoped it would. There I was down at the Police Station trying to explain to two block headed cops my connection to of the most recent victims of murder, who just happened to be connected to a case I was working on. I had lost track of time by now and I was feeling rather seedy at this point. I needed food, a shower, and a drink if I could get one. I also needed a good answer, one that these dunderheads would buy until I could get in touch with my client, who conveniently dropped off the face of the earth. This case could bring in big bucks if I solved it, I had no doubt that I could solve it. I was close to an answer. That's why I was here in interrogation.
+It started about a week ago, I had it figured to be an open and shut case, from the moment my new clients walked into my office, but the case took on the air of an old Bogart Movie gone bad. People started to drop like flies. I was surprised it took the cops this long to get to me.
+My new clients were shown in by my secretary Ms. Flemming. The man who entered first filled the doorway. This guy was big. ""Mr. Beckett I presume."" The giant stuck out his paw we shook hands. ""My name is Boggs, sir, Philo Boggs "" He introduced his partner as ""my associate Mr. Wong"" His smaller partner bowed. I thought it funny, the guy didn't look oriental or like Peter Lori. Mr. Bogs sat on the only seat that would hold him my couch. ""We would like to hire you sir."" Said Mr. Boggs. ""We will pay you well for your time. Isn't that right Mr.Wong?""
+Before I could tell Mr. Boggs what my rates were he said. ""We are willing to pay you $50,000 for this little job."" I laughed and said ""Who do I have to kill for that kind of money?"" Mr. Boggs replied that no one was to be killed. There was to be an additional $20,000 upon completion of the transaction. ""We are in the market for a very special ""package"" Mr. Beckett, and we are willing to pay a substantial sum for it's delivery."" Well, if they wanted to pay that kind of money I wouldn't turn it down. ""Doesn't your friend speak?"" I asked. Mr. Boggs replied ""Only when he has something to say.""
+Now, it was down to business. Boggs told me that there was a ""package"" that would be needed and exchanged for the one that he was to receive. Before I could say that there might be some initial expense, Boggs put $4,000 down on my desk. I almost had a heart attack. I wrote out a receipt and gave it to Mr. Boggs, who in turn gave it to Mr. Wong. ""You will receive instructions by the end of the day Mr. Beckett, just follow it to the letter if you would."" I watched as Boggs rose from my couch and he and Wong left with out saying anything more.
+As soon as the dynamic duo left my office, I went to find Ms. Flemming. A note on her desk told me that she had gone to lunch. I left her a note about the money and left myself to get some lunch.
+When I returned from lunch Ms. Flemming handed me an envelope and in it was a check for $ 50,000 and instructions that I had to follow. I told my secretary to get the check into the bank quickly. I told Ms. Flemming that I was off on business, and should be back by 5 PM.
+I left my office and went straight to the address given in the instructions. I knocked on the door as instructed and when the door opened, there stood one of the biggest women I had ever seen.
+She had to be close to 7' tall. ""You must be Mr. Beckett"" Was her greeting. I told her that I was.
+""Call me Red."" I could see why. Flame Red Hair. ""Ok, Red, What do I do next?"" I said.
+She told me to follow her and I did as I was told. I figured she could break me in two. Red led me to a sitting room and told me to wait. While I waited , I could see flashes of naked flesh in the hallway. I realized then where I was. I was in ""Red's Famous Whore House & Emporium."" I wondered what her charges were. Before I thought more on it, Red returned and she was not alone. Red had returned with a woman who had to be older than dirt. Red made no introduction,
+she simply told me to follow the old woman. I thought this is a lot of effort for a ""package"".
+With out saying anything more Red turned and left the room. I held the door, and the old woman preceded me out the back of the building. I draw a blank after that, because someone turned out my lights. I never saw them coming. Some one had set me up. When I woke up I found myself in an ally, and no sign of the old lady. Except for my wallet, my pockets were empty. I figured there is nothing like a good beating to help me reconsider this case. I felt like shit. The bastards even took my watch.
+I was surprised to see the lights in my office were still on. I went up and sure enough Ms. Flemming was still there. ""You look like shit Sam."" She said. Just what I needed another critic of my appearance. ""I'm trying a new fashion statement called busted lip."" I replied. ""You have another client in your office Sam."" She stated. I looked at Ms. Flemming and gave her my best Bogart impression ""Thanks sweetheart, your a doll."" With my busted lip it almost worked.
+I didn't see her at first, I headed for the sink to wash my face. ""Excuse me Mr. Beckett?""
+I heard someone ask. I turned and said that I was Sam Beckett. The site before my eyes made the day worth it. A young lady stood before me in a fashionable outfit, she was fairly tall about 5'7""
+Blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Her skirt was short enough to show two very shapely legs. Her breasts were firm looking, not large, just about right for me at any rate. ""Please excuse my appearance, the Rodeo is in town I tried out for the Bullfighters job and lost.""
+The youngster told me her name is K.C. Jones and she need my help to find her father. I watched as she removed her jacket. Her blouse did nothing to hide her lovely breasts. I couldn't take my eyes off them. ""Mr. Beckett, my father has been missing for several days now."" I asked her all the routine questions about going to the Police etc. From what KC told me her father was something of an inventor and a fairly big business man in the state. He and her step- mother were nowhere to be found. ""Do you know what your father might have been working on?"" I asked.
+No she told me, all she knew was that it was something big. ""Ok, the first thing we do is you can call me Sam ok?"" KC smiled and said that was fine by her.
+I must have been daydreaming when I heard KC ask if I was ok. I told her that I was sorry for having lost track for a moment. "" I would have no problem in paying your regular fee Sam."" I had no doubts about that. I told her that I would take her case. KC gave me more information, and wanted to know if I could visit her fathers house. I told her that I would. She gave me the address and then I said to her. ""I know this is kind of sudden, but would you like to have dinner with me tonight. I have not eaten since early morning"". KC said that she would be glad to. She was young just out of High School, and she had hopes to be a lawyer or something.
+I couldn't believe that we spent the rest of the night talking. I guess I just wanted to look at her, her smooth skin, her lovely lips. KC was quite a package. We said goodnight, and I promised to be at her house the day after tomorrow. I watched as her tight ass and shapely legs walked to her car and she drove off.
+I had a rough time sleeping that night, I had KC on my mind all night. When I did finally get up, I found myself looking at a headline in the paper that I never expected to see. MURDER AT BIG RED'S!!!! Shit this can't be good I thought. I read on, it was Big Red herself. I was starting to feel I was way in over my head. First the old lady vanished, now Red is Dead. Someone was keeping close tabs on my movements. I needed an aspirin, a drink, and I needed to get laid. So far I was batting zero.
+One thing did surprise me, and that was that the cops hadn't come for me yet. I expected them as soon as I read about Big Red heading for the ""Big Sleep"". Well I wasn't going to wait for them to show up. I had work to do. I needed fresh air, unfortunately the smog was in the way.
+The next morning it was raining hard, that didn't bother me. I showered, had breakfast, and shaved real close. I even wore my good suit. It didn't take me long to find the Jones house. Nice two story house well kept lawn & flower beds. A well organized mind did this yard I thought. I was meet at the door by KC herself. She was stunning. She wore a white short sleeve blouse, black riding pants and black riding boots. ""Hi, Sam come on in"" She greeted me. "" I was hoping to go riding today, but the rain stopped me."" We sat in the kitchen and had a cup of coffee, and showed me around the house. I was right about the orderly mind. KC showed me a photo of her father. He was tall an older man about 60 was my guess. She was very close to me, I could smell her perfume It wasn't a heavy scent, it was faint, but just enough to get you to notice the woman wearing it.
+KC told me that her dad did most of his work out in a small building in the back. I said that we should go and look around there could be something useful there. If she wanted, she could stay here while I went and checked it out. KC said she had no problem dodging the rain.
+She was out the door and on the run for the small building that her father used. I had to push to try and catch up to her. We got soaked. The small building had a fireplace that KC lit and a well ordered work bench. We found a log book that her father kept, and some loose paper. Not much else. We tried to dry off, the fire was warm when KC stood near me, I could still smell just a hint of her perfume. I only turned my back for a second. When I turned around again KC had taken her blouse off. I stared at her lovely tits. I was dumfounded as she moved towards me.
+KC came right up to me and kissed me long and hard. Her lips were soft and her tung darted into my mouth. She pushed me onto the couch. She sat on my lap facing me. ""Don't say no Sam, take my bra off. I know you were dieing to the other day."" I felt like a school boy fumbling with her bra. I let my hands roam over her supple body. I took her tit's and started nibbling and licking them. I could feel them harden on my tongue. KC moaned as my tongue played with her nipples. KC unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it aside. She ran her hands over my chest and down to my crotch. We stood up and helped each other out of our pants. I ran my hand over her crotch and felt how damp her panties were. She laid back as I slid my finger into her pussy. She spread her legs a little wider for me and that made it easier to move my finger in and out of her pussy.
+I could feel her crotch was damp now and it wasn't from the rain. I let my tongue trace a trail over her nipples and down to her waiting pussy. I slid my tongue around the lips of her pussy and she shuddered as if an earthquake ran through her body. I could feel her hands guide my head to the right spot as I licked her pussy. KC ran her fingernails over my back and dug into my ass as each spasm shook her body. I could feel her hands grab at my shoulders and pull me towards her.
+I followed her lead. I knew what she wanted when I felt her hand on my cock. KC started to guide it to her pussy. I felt her dampness on the head of my cock. I pushed my cock in and KC let out a loud groan as my cock entered her. I started to pump my cock in and out like a piston. ""Come on Sam, fuck me harder!!!"" She said out loud. Her finger nails dug into my ass as she helped me fuck her. She grabbed my ass and kept pulling me into her. Our bodies seemed to move as one. I fucked her as hard as I could, we climaxed at just about the same time. I shot my sperm into her as I did I shivered with each spurt of my cock. I never really experienced something like that before . I don't know how long we staid they way we were, I was about to move off her, but KC said ""Don't get off yet Sam."" She wanted to let my cock slowly slide out of her. The light from the fireplace made KC's nude body look even more inviting. I doubt that neither of us can say how long we stayed in the building, but we got to know each other a lot better. We got a taste of each other more than once that wet afternoon. I asked if she wanted to have dinner with me again tonight and mabey take in a movie. ""We'll see."" She said with a smile.
+I could not take my eyes off of her even as she dressed again. I told her how beautiful she looked, and I thanked her for sharing herself with me. I read some of her father's diary, and I felt that the answer may be hidden in there someplace. I walked around looking at the lab table and decided to take a peak into the microscope. There was something blocking the view of the slide.
+I turned the scope over and found a dot of microfilm attached to the lens. I asked KC if she had any idea of what it might involve. She didn't. I told her I knew someone who is very good at finding the secrets of microfilms and such. ""I think my dear,"" I said to KC ""this maybe a lead that will find your father."" It was a light in the dark. I asked KC again if she might be interested in a dinner and a movie tonight. I wasn't sure what she would say or do. She jumped into my arms and gave me a long ""French Kiss."" ""Pick me up at 7:30 tonight, I'll be ready.""
+We said our goodbyes for the moment and I headed my car towards my friend Pete Compton's place. I figured if anyone can get the information off the microfilm it would be Pete.
+On the drive over, I could not get the thought of KC off my mind, the feel of her naked body the soft scent of her perfume was staying with me the whole way. When Pete and I finally got together, he looked at the chip and told me he would be able to tell me what was on it in a couple of hours. I said no problem and left him to his work.
+I headed back to my office in good sprits. I did however have the feeling that the microfilm and the missing inventor and my ""Package"" were part of the same very nasty game. I made it to my office and told Ms. Flemming that I finally found the hot lead that I was looking for, and the two cases were really one and the same just coming from different angles. I made sure that the diary was put in a safe place, and headed back out the door, and right into the arms of the Police.
+Just my luck.
+Now you know how I came to spend the night in the slammer. My former partner Jim Gaffney was asking all the questions. The ass didn't believe a word I told him. ""Your a suspect Sam"" he told me. I told him he was an asshole. Jim's face turned red. ""What happened at Red's ,Sam?"" he asked for the hundredth time. ""I told you just what happened."" We were going round in circles it was a waste of breath. Then came the surprise. ""What about the Jones microfilm?"" he asked. Jim tipped his hand, he knew he went to far. I leaned close to him and said ""I always knew you were dirty Jim. When I finish this case I am going to bring you down, that I promise."" My former friend and partner turned and left the room. Jim's question proved that the two cases were really one and the same. I was also getting a good idea who was behind it all. I just had to get out and prove it.
+""Where is Sam Beckett?"" I heard a voice loud and clear even where I was. Jim returned and told me I could go. ""We can't hold you Sam as much as I would like to."" he said. I just smiled and walked out of the room. I entered the lobby of the Police Station and there to my surprise was KC Jones on the warpath. She calmed down as soon as I appeared. I told her all was well, and that we could leave now. She reached up and kissed me in public. I guess we were now an item. We did finally find a place to eat, but it was to late for any movie this night. ""Take me home Sam."" She said. I told her that she may want to stay as far away from me as possible, because now there was real trouble. KC insisted that where I went she would go. ""Take me back
+to your place Sam."" I decided not to argue with her. ""I'm not letting you go that easy Sam Beckett.""
+I knew what I had to do now, it was time to call out reinforcements. It was time to get the old gang back together again. I planed to tear down these bastards and I was going to need a lot of help. I was going to give them all a new asshole and then I would bury them. I knew exactly who I would call first.
+ _To Be Continued..._"
+205,The Maltese Fuckin',*Eve*,Chain Stories,2000-09-01,2000-09-01,2022-01-08 03:55:11,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-maltese-fuckin-ch-1,1. A curvy case walks into Joe Steele's office. 2. Joe questions Ivana Hump.,"['Asked Anita', 'Body Die', 'Case Joe', 'Day Home', 'Detective Agency', 'Joe Looked', 'Loan Shark', 'Phone Ringing', 'Ringing Phone', 'Time Leave']",3.90,"**Ch. I: Murder in 33-B**
+""Damn it Ray, you know I'm good for the money. It's not like I'm asking for a great deal of cash, just a few G's to get Roscoe off my back."" Joe, barked into the phone. Joe was silent as the person on the other end of the phone line spoke. After a few seconds, Joe's face turned ugly before slamming the phone back on the hook. ""Damn that man. You save a guy's life, and you think that he would be begging to help an old friend out, but noooo, what do I get? I'll tell what: a bunch of bullshit excuses.""
+He ranted to his secretary Betty, who was steadily typing away on her typewriter ignoring her boss. Secretly she couldn't help but think that he got what he deserved. Shame on him for borrowing money from a loan shark to support his gambling habit. That was why his wife had left him, she smirked to herself. Joe scowled at the unconcerned look on Betty's face. He'd fire that bitch if he could, but there weren't a lot of people who would work for the low salary that he paid her.
+""Sore faced old prune,"" he muttered under his breath.
+He needed a case big badly. His case file was decidedly slim these days, just a few cheating spouse cases, nothing major. Joe had started his own detective agency, three years ago when he was kicked off the Las Vegas police force for taking matters into his own hand. Those matters being him shooting a low life drug dealer. The boys in Internal Affairs had tried to throw the book at him but Joe still had some friends in high places and was merely got kicked off the force rather than getting thrown into jail as well. He missed the force though.
+It had been his wife Sally's idea to start his own detective agency. They had had a nice little nest egg saved up for a rainy day, and it sounded like a good idea. The agency was doing pretty good and he liked the freedom of coming and going as he pleased. He was doing quite well, until Sally became discontent with his late hours. Arguments followed after that. Joe was angry because it had been Sally's idea in the first place to start the agency. Sally was upset because she felt that he didn't have to take every case that came his way. She felt that he was doing well enough to take a partner if he chose and that way Joe could spend more time at home with her so that they could start the family that they had always talked about.
+As the months past, the arguments grew more bitter, and Joe stayed away from home more often. If he wasn't on a case, he was hanging out in a bar, or going to the casinos. Soon he was frequenting the casinos more and more because he couldn't get enough. It was funny how he had lived in Vegas, all his thirty- two years, and never really had the gambling fever. Soon gambling took over his life. He bet on everything, football games, horses, anything that would get his adrenaline flowing. This was something else for Sally to complain about especially when he nearly wiped out their entire savings with his habit.
+One day he had come home and there was a note saying that she had had enough. That had been three months ago and he missed her like hell. Sally's leaving was his wake up call. He realized then that he had a major problem. Only then did he seek help with gamblers anonymous. He still wasn't out of the woods though, he still owed a great deal of money to Big Roscoe, a loan shark that believed putting your life up as collateral. Over the past year, Joe had borrowed great sums of money from Roscoe but had always managed to pay him back, but in the recent months his luck had taken a turn for the worse. He had been on a losing streak and when Sally had left she had wiped out the rest of their savings. He was barely hanging on to his business because he had been taking on few clients with his gambling problems, and to top it off, he owed Roscoe four thousand dollars, plus a very high interest.
+He needed a big case to get him back on track, and to pay Roscoe back. He also needed to get his business on solid ground once more. Then and only then could he work on getting Sally back. You find out who your real friends are in a crisis, he thought to himself, thinking of the phone conversation that he had just had with his ex partner on the force Ray. He knew Ray had the money to lend but Ray was so pussy whipped by his wife Jean that he was afraid to touch any of it. Fuck him anyway.
+There was nothing that he had to work on that day and the phone wasn't ringing, so he was about to call it a day, when She walked it. She was a knock out, with the face of an angel, deep brown eyes that you could get lost in, long wavy auburn hair that fell casually to her waist, and her full, pouty lips were made for kissing, not to mention, she had a body to die for. Joe surveyed her tall form encased in a black miniskirt that showed her well shaped legs that went up to her neck, and the black halter top that molded her small but well shaped breasts. Her erect nipples were outlined clearly through the material making his mouth water. He wondered what they would taste like.
+""Joe Steele?"" she asked tentatively.
+""Depends on who's asking?"" he eyed her suspiciously. Roscoe was known to have several beautiful women in tow. Perhaps this was one of his messenger.
+""Oh, how rude of me, my name is Anita. Anita Dick. I have come to solicit your services,"" she smiled seductively. Joe looked her over wondering if she could afford his prices. Despite the revealing clothes, he could tell that they weren't cheap.
+As if she read his mind she said, ""I am willing to pay you anything you want. I work at the new hotel they just built down the street, as a performer, and I do quite well,"" she said persuasively.
+""You mean that real classy joint? What's the name of that again?""
+""The Platinum Palace. It's become quite popular."" ""Well, pull up a chair, Ms. Dick and tell me what I can do for you,"" he said in a more welcoming tone now that he was assured that no one had sent her.
+""Please call me Anita."" She smiled at him warmly, giving him a come hither stare. Joe could feel his cock getting hard. Damn. It's been a while since he had some pussy! He turned to Betty who sat on the other end of the office looking on Joe and Anita with her usual look of disapproval.
+""Betty, why don't you take a break now and stop by Starbucks and get me a cup of Colombian"" he said in a dismissing tone.
+""I would if I thought you'd pay me back you cheap bastard,"" she muttered just loud enough for him to hear it. Betty made as much noise as she could before she sauntered out of the office, making sure she slammed the door behind her.
+""She's something else,"" Anita remarked with an amused smirk on her face.
+""Yea, something from another planet,"" he muttered. ""What can I do for you doll?"" he asked.
+Anita's eyes narrowed momentarily. She hated when men called her doll or baby, but for some reason, coming from this guy it wasn't so bad, and he was kind of cute. He looked to be just short of six feet with a stocky build, dark curly hair, startling blue eyes, and that twelve o' clock shadow that worked quite well from him. He was definitely not Mr. GQ, but he was cute, and she needed him. He was her last hope.
+""I need your help desperately. I dance at the Platinum Palace as a show girl, and of course after the show there are always men sending us girls flowers and gifts. It's part of the job really. Anyway, my good friend who dances with me, who also happens to be my roommate, met this guy Mickey. He would sent her flowers and jewels, you name it. My friend is the naive type from a small town, and she saw these gifts as some sign of love or something, well I knew that Mickey only wanted one thing. He's the sleazeball type, if you ask me. She started hanging out with him more and more, and I tried to warn her about him but she wouldn't listen. She said that Mickey cared about her. Well, now she's missing."" Anita finished tearfully.
+""This sounds like a police matter if you ask me.""
+""I did go to the police, and the only thing they told me was to file a missing person's report. I've gone to just about every detective agency in town but no one wants to take my case. You are my last hope, if you turn me away, I just don't know what I'll do. I'm so worried about her."" Anita burst into tears.
+Joe never being one to handle a crying female, got up uncomfortably and patted her on the shoulder in reassurance. When her sobs subsided, he pulled his chair directly in front of her. ""Now, calm down Anita, and tell me first how long she's been missing and tell me why you're so worried. Surely your friend can take care of herself.""
+""But you don't understand. Honey is the type that is so trusting. She trusts everyone and that can be a dangerous thing in this city. She has been seeing Mickey for about a month and one day she just didn't come home. Whenever she was away from the apartment from time to time she would leave a message, and she certainly wouldn't run off without notifying our boss at work. She's been gone for two weeks now. I saw that slimeball Mickey in at the hotel a couple nights after she disappeared. I confronted him after the show. Can you believe that bastard was giving one of the other girls flowers, another small town type. I asked him what he did with Honey, and he asked me who I was talking about. He acted as if he didn't know she was. I told him that if he didn't tell me what happened to her, then I would call the police. He turned really nasty then and called me a crazy bitch and if I was looking for trouble he would be happy to provide it for me."" Anita clasped her hands tightly in front of her and Joe could tell that there was something that she wasn't telling him.
+""There's something you're not saying, toots, and if you're just wasting my time, you can leave.""
+""Oh, please don't throw me out. I'll tell you everything!"" she whined.
+""Start talking.""
+""Well, you see, Mickey has connections. He's a big shot in this town. He owns a few casinos, has his hands in a lot of things here and there.""
+""And?""
+""Have you heard of The Maltese club?""
+Joe paled at the mention of the infamous club. ""Exactly what does this Mickey character have to do with the Maltese club?""
+""He owns it.""
+""What? But that club is rampant with mob types, everyone in this town knows that. You mean, the Mickey you're talking about is Mickey Bellini, the mobster's son.""
+""Exactly. Now do you see why I'm so worried about Honey?""
+""Yes, I suppose, but what would you like me to do about it?""
+""I want you to find my roommate for me or at least assure me if everything is OK. I am willing to advance you the money.""
+""You show a lot of concern for a mere roommate. What exactly was this girl too you? Why are you willing to pay a lot of money for this woman who isn't a relative?""
+""She's like a sister to me. I've only known her for a little while. We've only been roommates for a few months but we've become very close.""
+She's lying, he thought. ""I'm not getting any of this.""
+""Can't you just trust me? I'm willing to put up a lot of money to know her whereabouts. I would think that you could use the money,"" she said disdainfully as she looked around the ratty office.
+Cunt, he thought. She was hiding something and he knew it, but he could use the money. ""Seven hundred dollars a day. Can you handle that?"" Joe asked. Anita, didn't bat an eye, which puzzled him again. This case could take a week, maybe two or three. No matter how well Showgirls did, did they have that kind of money to be throwing around? He took it one step further, ""I want three grand up front, cash, or cashier's check.""
+""Yes, I will get it to you tomorrow first thing. This is my number, and cell phone if you need to contact me,"" she said writing the numbers on a slip of paper. Joe in turn handed her his card with all his numbers of contact. She then went on to tell him what she knew about Mickey, and ideas of where her roommate may be. She also gave a picture of her friend Honey. Judging from the photograph, Honey Pot certainly didn't look the naive type. A blonde curl fell over one eye casually and the look in her other eye, promised things to come. She looked like the type of woman who knew exactly what she was doing.
+Anita promised Joe that she would stop by his office around to ten to drop off a check for him. When their business had concluded she sashayed out of his office just as she had come in. Oh, how he wanted to ram his cock into that, he thought. Just as Anita was walking out Betty walked in with only one cup of coffee. She made a big production of taking a sip in front of him before moving back to her desk. Bitch.
+On Joe's way home, he drove by the Maltese club slowing down slightly as he cruised by. It was one of ritzy play where the drinks were high and so were the women. It was a gentleman's club of sorts. The big attraction at the club was this singer, Ivana Hump, a black sultry singer, with a body to die for. Her picture was posted at the side of the door. He had glimpsed at the picture once before, and she was certainly a hot number. Her picture made her look like every bit of the Ebony goddess that they had made her out to be. If his wired hadn't been crossed, he was pretty sure that he had heard something about her having a thing with Mickey, which was another thing that was so puzzling about this whole thing. Now that he thought about it, he was sure that he had heard something about them having a long ongoing thing. If this Ivana was the sexy siren that people made her out to be, what was Mickey doing with Honey Pot, and why was Anita so concerned. Something just didn't add up, then the thought of the money that Anita was to give him the next day eased his thoughts.
+When he got home that night he poured himself a glass of Vodka and leaned back in his Lazy-Boy. It would help him get some sleep. It was the nights when he missed Sally the most. He missed the way her warm body felt snuggled up to him. Sally with the bluest eyes and the warm smile. Her beautiful blonde hair would shine like spun gold in the sun.
+He closed his eyes and was startled to hear a knock on the door. He almost spilled the vodka that he was holding but carefully placed it on the table before going to see who was at the door. Sally stood there with suitcases in hand. ""Sally?"" Joe asked in a tone of disbelief. ""I've come home baby... if you will have me back,"" she said uncertainly. She looked just as he remembered. For an answer he grabbed her and pulled her inside shutting the door firmly behind her.
+""Oh baby, I missed you so much, don't ever leave me again, I promise, things will be better this time, I'm going to gambler's anonymous and I will be spending more time with you, we can start that family----"" She silenced him by placing a finger on his lips. ""Shut up and kiss me,"" she ordered. Joe needed no further encouragement. He kissed her hungrily, like a man starving. His tongue stabbed into her mouth tasting her sweetness, and reacquainting himself with the contours or her mouth. His hands roamed freely on her bottom, squeezing the firm flesh, and grinding her crotch into his.
+Damn she felt good. He missed it so much, ""I love you."" He murmured as he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. She was wearing a dress the buttoned down the front. As he unbuttoned each button, he kissed each inch of flesh that he revealed as he moved down further until he pulled the piece of clothing off of her body. She locked her fingers in hair, and moaned out loud as he focused his attention on her breasts. He removed her bra with ease, before burying his face in her generous breasts. He missed laying his head against them and licking her huge red silver dollars nipples.
+He ran his tongue along the sides of her breast before taking a nipple in his mouth sucking on it earnestly. Sally was making those little noises in her throat that he liked so much. He played with her tits some more before running his tongue down the length of her belly, taking his time, then moving down to remove her panties with his teeth. He especially missed her big hairy bush, and the scent of her. He ran his lips along her outer thigh teasing her, until she squirmed uncontrollably. He loved grinding his face against her pussy.
+""Oh yes,"" she moaned. He knew exactly what she wanted. He placed his mouth over her wet pussy and sucked first the swollen lips, before taking a finger to separate them so that he could access her waiting clit. He sucked and licked as she grew wetter and wetter. His face was soaked as her juices poured out of her. His cock was rock hard by now and he wanted to stick it in her so bad, but he wanted to make her cum first. He wasn't disappointed because as continued to work his tongue and fingers on the wet slit, her body stiffened and then she began to shake. He lapped up her cum as it came oozing out of her. He was still fully dressed so he hurried to undress. His cock was throbbing by now. He spread he legs wide, before positioning himself to enter her. Just as he was about to thrust in, the phone rang. ""Ignore it baby,"" she said, which was what he planned to do, but it kept ringing and ringing.......
+The phone was ringing when he opened his eyes. God Damnit! It had been a dream, and to make matters worse, he had the biggest hard on that he had ever had. he should have known that that was just too good to be true. Shit, the phone was still ringing.
+""Yea?"" he growled in the phone when he finally answered.
+""Mr. Steele, I hope that this isn't an inconvenient time for you but I was wondering if you could come over, to my apartment"" It was Anita.
+""Look, sweetheart, I have had a rather long day, and I'm about to hit the sack. Besides you haven't even paid me so you can't expect me to be coming at your beck and call.""
+""What if I told you that I will up the ante. I have five thousand dollars in cash right now, in addition to what I've already promised."" The promise of cash perked him up right away. That was enough to get Roscoe of his back forever. Joe agreed and Anita gave him her address.
+When he arrived at her apartment and made his way to 33-B. He knocked on the door and before he could knock again Anita opened the door with an agitated expression on her face. Joe noticed how pale she was and he could tell that something was wrong. ""What's wrong doll? What's going on?""
+""Umm, the money is on the table. Please take it now,"" she said in an agitated voice. Joe spied a stack of one hundred dollar bills on the table, hesitantly he looked at her to try to figure out what was wrong with her but his greed got the better of him and began to count out the money. He hurriedly stored the bills into his coat.
+""Now what is this all about? And how did you get your hands on all this money right away?"" he asked.
+""Oh, I keep a stash around here for emergencies,"" she said off handily, ""I got a call from Mickey.""
+Joe looked at her puzzled. ""What about?""
+""He knows that I've been asking questions around town about Honey and wants me to stop, but can't you see? I can't stop. If I don't find Honey, I don't know what I'll do,"" she wailed. Joe knew then and there that she was definitely hiding something and he intended to find out what.
+He grabbed her by the arm and shook her roughly. ""What is going on? What is your conflict with this Mickey Bellini? From what I understand he has a thing going with the singer Ivana Hump who works in his club so what's the story with Honey?""
+At first Anita looked at him mutinously and that made him shake her harder and then she broke down in sobs. ""It's no big secret that Ivana is his main woman, but there have been others. He always goes back to her though. Oh my God, I don't know where to begin,"" she said tearfully taking a seat.
+""How about from the beginning and this time try not to leave anything out.""  
+""Well, the truth is, I was involved with Mickey for a few months. He took me out on the town and showered me with jewelry and gifts and all I had to do was sleep with him every now and then. It was a satisfactory arrangement until the night he took me to the Maltese club, and he lead me to this room. There were probably eight or nine guys there, and before I knew it, they were all on me. They tore my clothes off and all took turns raping me, while Mickey stood there taking pictures. I was devastated. I called him a sick bastard and told him that I would never see him again, but he told me that it was him who ended things and not the other way around. Needless to say, I was too scared not to go back out with him.""
+""Why didn't you go to the police?"" Joe asked.
+""And be dead the next day, no thanks. He could make it happen you know. Well, he became more and more perverse in his little sex games, and I got fed up with it, but by this time he was losing interest in me anyway. He had his eye on Honey, and I warned her not to get involved with him, but she wouldn't listen to me. Mickey told me that is I tried to warn Honey off again, he would start circulating those pictures that he had taken of me. I'm ashamed to say it but I let her go out with him after that and now I haven't seen her in weeks.""
+""You're leaving something else out.""
+""I saw things happening in that club. Illegal things and Mickey knows that I know. I am so scared that maybe Honey saw some of those things too and went to the police. She could be dead now,"" she whispered with downcast eyes. Joe looked on her in disbelief.
+""You want me to pin something on Mickey Bellini? Lady you are crazy if you think I will take this case."" Joe was about to give the money back, but she halted him.
+""No don't. Please at least think about it. Keep the money, at least until you've thought it over,"" she pleaded. Did he need the money that bad? Well, he had plenty of time to think about it at least. As he walked out of the apartment he had a feeling that something, still did not add up. Her story was still full of holes, and at some parts just didn't make sense. Was Mickey Bellini even involved in this tangled web? Something just didn't feel right and he was definitely going to find out what it was. Joe Steele was on the case.
+Joe had only been asleep for about an hour when woke up to the ringing of the phone. ""Hello?""
+""Please you must come,"" Anita's voice sobbed on the other end. It sounded strangely weak.""
+""What's going on? Do you know what time it is lady?""
+""Come now,"" she ordered and placed the phone down."" Something in her voice made him obey. He dressed quickly without even hoping in the shower and sped off to Anita's apartment. He made it to Anita's apartment and to his surprise, the door was already ajar. When he walked in the room, he paled as he saw the body of Anita Dick laying in a pool of her own blood.
+She had been shot.
+ _To Be Continued..._
+
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+206,Memoirs of a Lady Ch. 01,KillerMuffin,Chain Stories,2001-05-12,2001-05-12,2022-01-08 03:52:12,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/memoirs-of-a-lady-ch-01,Lady Erica begins her avocation.,"['Art', 'Art History', 'Fingers Belly', 'Fully Clothed', 'Giggling Girls', 'Head Lolled', 'Piece Art', 'Professor', 'Shut Eyes', 'Years Late']",4.36,"_Editor's Note: This is the beginning of a chain story, each part of which is written by a Literotica author. The authors were challenged to create a story that revolves around the image of the lady on our front page. Chapters will be added each week. For a full schedule and more information,[ **click here**](http://www.literotica.com/forum/showthread.php?threadid=32050)_
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+ _Prologue_
+I have toyed with the notion of keeping a diary, or a journal, of what I have done, seen, or accomplished from time to time. I have put pen to paper on occasion, and certainly I have exchanged letters with lovers. Points of my life have been vastly interesting and worthy of notation, others dull as a stump. Now that I am of a certain age and find myself at loose ends during the quiet calm of these spring days, I have grown introspective. I sit in the garden oasis I have created on my veranda and stare over the vast, sometimes seething, sometimes playful ocean. Such an activity induces one to thought, and my thoughts invariably return to my past.
+So I have chosen to write. Having a memoir has a certain appeal, perhaps it is merely my vanity. Perhaps it is to have some evidence of my existence to leave behind as I have no children. Perhaps it is that I have reached the time in my life where I am looking at my future through my past, and a memoir is my method of re-finding myself. Affirming my identity, if only for myself.
+I am not sure how one goes about writing a memoir; I am not given to reading such things. Is it appropriate to consider the present and reflect upon the future before moving to the past? Or should I begin, ""Once upon a time...?"" I have no true idea, so I will simply work my way about it. Supposedly a memoir ought to be entirely written by the autobiographer, but I will include the correspondence I've had with my lovers. The letters that were written to me, and by me. There is prose that has been dedicated to me, poetry as well. Shall I include these things? Perhaps I might, perhaps not. My memoir does not have to be written by me entirely, it is my memoir. I am writing for my own gratification and I have been known to be capricious.
+The question is now, where should I begin? So many things crowd to the front, things that were life altering, or stand out in my memory as special. The dominance games where I played at the darker life at the Cirque du Sensual changed me in ways I have yet to describe. My days with Mirabella in Paris where loving was covered with soft rose scented perfume and even softer skin are indelible in my mind. Of all my lovers, I miss her terribly. What of that American cowboy who taught me different sorts of rope tricks? The engaging Brazilian who delighted in exhibiting our sex in public, however could I forget him? My gorgeous, brooding Italian with the artist's fingers? Or my days frolicking in Amsterdam? Perhaps I should begin at the beginning, where I lost my virginity and discovered that sex was not a shameful act, but instead a wonderful exploration of the senses. Such innocence in my almost juvenile pantings. I still find myself smiling fondly at the thoughts of my naive and delighted virginal loving.
+No, now that I think on it, the loss of my virginity was not the beginning of my sexuality. It was later, when I was at the university. There I learned the beginning of sensuality and learned to crave it, to crave all things sensual rather than simply the base act of sex. My introduction to the full eroticness of my body would be the perfect place to begin my memoir, which is really nothing more than a sordid tale of my sexual deviations, should you ask my sister. It is quite sad that people will cut themselves off from their bodies, deny themselves the most basic part of their being in an effort to be better than those around them. Perhaps a debauchery of the flesh is too overwhelming for some, but for me it is the celebration of my life.
+ **Chapter 1: The Beginning of Sensuality**
+I had chosen to major in art history because my aptitude for art did not satisfy me. My artistic abilities, while enough to while away the time, were never better than mediocre. I could not abide mediocrity in any arena, least of all my chosen field. Instead, I took my passion for art and channeled it into the academic side of it. It was here that I chanced to meet the professor. He could have passed for any of the young, gorgeous heroes of the silver screen, instead he taught the intricacies of the Masters with a fire that instantly enamored me. I developed a crush, as did nearly every female that took his classes.
+As it turned out, we both shared a passion for Martin Russell and his sleek carvings of the human form. Abstract or so full of realism the pieces seemed to almost breathe, Russell drew my attention like no other artist has ever done. Even now, I collect what I can. The professor had a small piece, an early one of Russell's that still had the traces of his unpolished talent, in his office. It was the first thing I'd noticed when I'd the chance to go there. Like all of the other silly, giggling girls, I too had manufactured an excuse, a late paper I believe, to go to his office and speak with him.
+After gaining entry into his sanctum and behaving as hundreds of silly girls must have behaved prior to and after me, I locked eyes on ""Georgian."" It was of a female, naked and sinuous. She was reaching languidly for something above her, stretching up from her knees, and her leg kicked back straight behind her. She arched on her pedestal of marble. My fingers itched to touch her, to trace the graceful lines of her form and drown in the sensuality of her existence. To this day I do not recall what prompted me to do so, the look in his eyes perhaps, but I gave into my impulse. Without begging permission, I advanced on the sculpture and laid fingers to its cool surface.
+I lost myself in it, the sensation of touching the sculpture was like none other. I shut my eyes and delicately traced the elegant form. Inhaling sharply, I became very aware of my sudden arousal and the itinerant sexuality I felt. My body reacted, nipples hardening and my loins quickened. I don't know quite how long I stood silently caressing the statue, but through it all the professor sat quietly in his chair, watching me do so with his intense, brooding eyes.
+Eventually, I pulled away from the piece, embarrassed and chagrined at my display. My parents were good people and had taught me such things were best left behind the bedroom door with one's husband. I was ashamed of myself. I glanced furtively at the professor and formed an apology. Before the words could leave my lips, he gently asked, ""What did you feel?""
+His question surprised me. I had expected recriminations, to be reminded that it was a valuable piece of property and an even more priceless piece of art. It should never be handled if possible. The oils from one's fingertips can be destructive as time passes.
+""I felt the glass.""
+""No, inside of you, when you closed your eyes and let your head fall back. What did you feel?"" My embarrassed blush stained my cheeks, and I blurted, ""Awe.""
+He stood, never taking his eyes from mine, and came around his desk. I backed a step, my hand going to my heart and my eyes widening. I was such an innocent. The professor was the epitome of the male predator, not the kind that hurts women, the kind that seduces them. Had I been a little more worldly, a little more knowledgeable, I would have recognized his movements as such.
+Gently, so as not to frighten me no doubt, he picked up my hand. ""What did you feel when you caressed her? What did you feel here?"" He pressed my fingers to the tip of my breast, brushing across the nipple that was still a hardened point.
+Helplessly, I stared into his eyes, shocked and languorous all at the same time. ""I touched the statue, and...""
+""... and your nipples grew hard. Tell me what you felt inside, tell me what it was that made your nipples hard.""
+I closed my eyes, thinking back to my fingers running over the statue so lightly that every crease was a new experience for the sensitive pads. ""It was the touch,"" I murmured. He said nothing while I remembered. ""The coolness of the composite glass and the heat of my fingers combined with the erotic pose of the statue. She has such a leonine grace, such a feline sexuality that touched me. I want to be with her, I wanted to be her.""
+I opened my eyes again, snapping back from the reverie that had threatened to overtake me again. The professor was contemplating me again. He watched me as if I were some new piece of fascinating sculpture, a piece of art that he itched to touch. I felt helpless against the sheer magnetism of his gaze. I was too young or too naive to understand it, much less defend against it. Reflecting back on the few moments when our eyes locked, I recognize that this was the pivotal moment of my life.
+He lifted a hand and extended his long, artist's finger, pressing the digit to my lips lightly. His voice was husky and soothing, not quite as mellow as the tones he lectured with. ""What is your name?""
+""Erica."" The feel of my lips moving along his finger was decadent, wrong, and thrilling. My lips tingled and the sensation flowed through my nerves.
+""Erica. Come to my apartment this evening. I have more works by Martin Russell you may like.""
+""You will just show me more sculpture?""
+""Perhaps. It depends on what we discover. Here is the address, do be discrete.""
+I stared at the little scrap of paper he had pressed to my hand, feeling vastly uncertain and not a little excited. The professor retreated from me, sitting down behind his desk and absorbing himself fully in the papers strewn upon it. I looked up at him, wondering if I should say something, but I had been clearly dismissed. Snapping my mouth shut, I gathered my knapsack and left.
+That night, after the sun had descended and dusk had fallen, I got out of my car. It was a little, old Volkswagon that had seen better days and several impoverished college students through their tenure here. I had been sitting, fretting and worrying, wondering when I should knock or if I should leave. In the end there really wasn't a choice. I was going into the professor's lair and if were to become his prey, then I would do so willingly. I knocked on the door, knowing full well what I thought I was doing.
+My sheer innocence still astounds me. I had believed myself in control and that I knew exactly what I was getting into. In my ignorance, I had thought that there would be nothing more than sex and that would that. Our bodies joined elementally and then on to our separate ways. I fully believed that I could beard the lion in his den and walk away unscathed and unchanged. If I had known what the professor would teach me about myself, would I have still gone to him? I like to think that I had the courage for it. But I will never know.
+The professor wore the same slacks and white button down shirt he had taught in. The only difference was his bare feet, lack of a tie, and addition of a pair of reading glasses. I stood in the warm foyer of his home, unable to look above my own feet. My heart was in my throat and I wished nothing more than to be elsewhere. He hooked a finger under my chin and gently pried my eyes to his face. He was smiling gently. ""Come with me. It will be all right.""
+I followed him deeper into his home, to the den full of wood, books, and priceless art. He had several Russells and what appeared to be an original O'Keefe hanging on a wall. A fire flickered, basking the cream colored rug and furnishings in a glowing warmth.
+""What interests you in art history, Erica?"" I sat in the chair he indicated, kitty corner to his spot on the end of the couch. He picked up a bottle of deep Merlot wine and poured us each a glass.
+""I love art. As a child I thought myself gifted, but later I realized that while I have an aptitude, I was not good enough at it to satisfy myself. I appreciated the art around me, particularly the provenance and history of some of the pieces my father collected. When I reached the university, this was a natural choice for me.""
+""What interests you about sculpture?""
+I covered my nervousness by picking up the Merlot and tracing its stem with my fingers. I stared into the burgundy liquid and feigned absorption. Did I wish to admit to him what I loved about this form of artistry? I hadn't the spine, not just yet. Instead, I prevaricated, ""It's tactile.""
+""Explain that."" ""Unlike paintings, you can touch sculpture, it exists as a piece of art and as a presence. Canvases are cold, aloof. Sculpture is vibrantly alive, it is a part of my world in a way a mere picture can never be. It is difficult, at times, to keep from touching a piece.""
+The professor remained silent for a while, considering my words from behind hooded eyes. I twitched nervously in my seat. I hadn't the worldly confidence in myself, nor the knowledge of what he might be thinking that I had gained from experience. When he did reply, his voice was the deep, vibrant rasp of a man in sexual heat. The power of the tone shimmered through me like a thousand butterflies winging across a meadow. ""How do you touch the most exquisite sculpture?""
+""Michelangelo's David?""
+""Ah, no. Yourself,"" he murmured, regarding me with burning eyes. Even as ignorant as I was, I recognized the sexuality in them. ""How do you touch yourself?""
+I flushed a deep red and couldn't lift my gaze from my tightly clenched hands in my lap. What should I tell him? Some inanity easily tossed off? That I touched myself as all silly college girls must? Or should I tell him the truth? That I enjoyed touching myself? Tracing my fingers along my collarbone, rubbing my cheek on my shoulder, the gentle caress of my thighs touching, sliding my toes down the length of the opposite calf, or a myriad of other small, daily contact to which I was addicted to?
+""I touch myself like everyone else does."" I had taken the coward's way and chosen to be non-committal.
+The professor smiled gently. ""No, you do not. I've watched you. You touch yourself the same way you touched the Russell in my office. With your eyes closed and fascinated with the feel of your fingers on your own skin.""
+I met his eyes, shocked that he'd noticed me and even more shocked that knew me so well. I had thought the sexy professor was immune to giggling girls, such as myself.
+""Stand up, Erica.""
+Diffidently, smoothing my carefully chosen skirt, I stood up. I felt more in control standing, but more conspicuous. I wrapped my arms around my middle and tried not to run. The professor was disconcerting me and it made me nervous.
+""Stand on the rug in front of the fire,"" he ordered.
+After a moment's hesitation, still unsure, I did so. His couch faced the fireplace with the glass coffee table between us. I felt like a statue on display in his living room, a feeling that made me shy at first. The shyness rapidly became a languor. His expression, still intense, darkened even further, perhaps a recognition of my sudden arousal. ""Take off your clothes. Slowly, as if you were a statue.""
+I understood what he had meant. The decision to do as he directed was simple and easily made. It frightened me to feel the clashing of the intense desire to do so and the sudden shame that it was my nature.
+Even though I did not know it at the time, with the undoing of the first button on my blouse I was acquiescing to becoming his student. Not an art student, but a student of my own body. I was accepting the new direction in my life. My index finger gently tracing the slope of my skin from the top button to the next confirmed it. The professor knew what I did not, that I was a sensualist.
+""The next button, my dear."" He sounded impatient to my untutored ears, as if he were as excited about my slowly revealed skin as I was. Entranced by the thought that he might be reveling in my body as well, I slipped the next button from its hole.
+With every new button opened, I had new territory to touch. I spread my lapels open and thoroughly explored my chest and my throat, loving the tiny bumps that rose in the wake of my fingers. My eyes shut and my head lolled, perhaps I groaned. More buttons opened until there were no more and my fingers were hampered by the band of my skirt.
+Lifting my head, I noticed the professor again. He was staring at, unmoving, his eyes following the paths my fingers took. I paused a moment, fascinated with the silent tableau we represented. Male and female, separated by distance, yet united by arousal. I may have been naive, but my baser instincts were on alert.
+I moved my fingers over my belly, watching him intently, then dipped them past the waistband of my skirt. Hesitating a moment, I couldn't find the courage to continue. Cursing myself for a stupid schoolgirl, my eyes dropped to my feet and tears welled. The couch sighed seconds before I felt his presence. The incredible heat of his body came across my back reassuringly.
+""You are a beautiful woman, Erica,"" he murmured, ""there is no need for shame.""
+""I am a slut.""
+""You are a living work of art. To watch you touch yourself is..."" He trailed off, stepping closer. Despite the spare distance between us, he seared me as if he were touching me with a brand. Something brushed the back of my skirt, then pressed more firmly. My eyes widened in surprise as I realized what it was. His erection nudged at my buttocks, then settled comfortably between them.
+I shut my eyes when his hands found my bare shoulders. He traced his fingers down my biceps to my elbows, leaving aroused skin in their wake. ""You love touching yourself and I love watching you do it. You are a sensual girl, there is nothing to be ashamed of. It's your gift.""
+Shivering in his embrace, I believed him with all the naive innocence of a girl whose only lovers had been fumbling boys. His fingers found mine, intertwining them gently. Tugging my hands with his, he brushed his knuckles, and consequently my fingers, over my belly. I closed my eyes again, sucking in a sharp breath. The heat of his skin seared me in ways I'd never imagined. I felt a rush of fluid arousal pour through me.
+""I want to teach you all about yourself and how to enjoy your body. I want to teach you how to share your body with others,"" he murmured in my ear. I sighed heavily, loving the feel of his hot breath stirring the sensitive flesh of my neck. My head lolled back against his shoulders and I surrendered myself to him, to his superior knowledge.
+""Teach me,"" I whispered.
+""I will change you forever."" He was arrogant in his proclamation; he was also correct.
+Our fingers moved up my rib cage to brush the undersides of my breasts. I gasped, the nipples tightening almost painfully.
+""I will not force you. You must do it of your own free will.""
+I didn't even have to think about it. I was seduced by my own sexuality and the heat in his. I accepted his challenge, and by doing so, accepted my place as his student in the art of sex.
+Taking his hands with mine, I brushed along my skin to my shoulders. I pulled the straps of my brassiere down along my arms, until I had to disengage from him to take it off. His fingers traced designs into my bare back while I tossed the garment onto the blouse already pooled on the floor. My fingers went instantly to my breasts, kneading and caressing them. I loved the feel of them, the firm roundness and the sharpness of the nipples. He kissed the point of my shoulder, watching the progress of my hands. It was thrilling to touch myself in front of him, to be as wanton as I wanted. The shyness I'd felt earlier was rapidly evaporating beneath his approving regard.
+I lifted my head in surprise, blinking back to the here and now when he moved away from me to sit on the coffee table. His eyes were even with the swell of my lower belly, reminding me that I still wore my skirt. Suddenly I itched to share myself with him, to show him my body and my arousal. Whether he joined in it or not wasn't a factor, only that he enjoy me. I found the buttons to my skirt and undid them. He smiled.  
+Rather than tear off the skirt as I'd done in the past, I shimmied it down my hips, lowering it by degrees. I enjoyed teasing him with flashes of my forbidden flesh. He licked his lips several times, as if he were trying to restrain himself from tasting my revealed skin, and adjusted himself inside of his pants. My fingers itched to touch him, but I pacified them with my own body. The skirt slid tothe carpet unaided when I'd gotten it to my thighs. I stood clad only in my panties, a white cotton pair that fully covered me. I had thought them incredibly sexy when I bought them, though years later I see them as plain and schoolgirlish. They were the perfect pair to wear for a man with a schoolgirl fetish.
+I hooked a thumb into the waistband and tugged them down a little, exposing a fluffy tuft of pubic hair to his gaze. It was the first time I'd shown a fully clothed man my privates. It had been mostly back seat fumbling or the room had been darkened. I had never taken my panties off for another person before, and it excited me incredibly to do it. I slid them down my smooth legs. The unmistakable aroma of my sexual arousal wafted from the damp crotch. I ought to have been mortified, but the rich, earthy scent made my blood pound.
+""Give them to me,"" he ordered. I froze in the act of dropping them into the pile of my clothes. I couldn't fathom what he'd want with my panties. Mutely, I handed them over to him, secretly thrilled at the thought of his aristocratic hands touching my most intimate garment.
+The professor lifted my panties to his nose and inhaled. I couldn't tell, but I thought his tongue had flicked out to taste them. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. I had heard of perversions in men, but hadn't thought to witness them. The professor was tasting and breathing the wet sexuality of my body. The image burned into my mind and still has the power to arouse me.
+Without thinking, I spread my legs a little, giving my hands room to slide into the wet space between them. Usually I would stroke myself, paying attention to my thighs, my hips, the curve of my ass, and the sensitive sides of my knees. Instead, I sank my fingers into my sex, parting my labia and rubbing at my clitoris. He let out a guttural expletive and dropped to his knees in front of me, pressing his cheek to my inner thigh so he could clearly see what I was doing.
+I found that his eyes on my masturbatory fingers were the most exciting things I'd ever felt. Just knowing that he was between my legs, fully clothed, while I touched myself for both of our pleasures, filled me with a voluptuous heat. My panting cries, normally suppressed for fear of discovery and consequent reprisals, echoed throughout the room. My breathy moans mingled with the soft growls from his throat and the crackling of the fire. The sounds became such a part of each other and so mingled with my growing orgasm, that the sound of a fire will bring a rush of wetness to my panties even now, years away.
+""You are beautiful,"" he told me, running his tongue over my wet knuckles.
+My fingers made contact with my erect clitoris and my body convulsed, dissolving in orgasm. It hurtled me into a loud joy where the smell of my vagina mingled with the smell of his aftershave, the touch of my fingers melted into the touch of his tongue, and the sight of the stars behind my eyelids became the sight of him kneeling between my legs to watch my masturbation. I screamed, throwing my head back and letting the orgasm fully overtake and possess me.
+It was the first time I had so given myself over to my own pleasure that I had not given a thought to the man's. I had assumed he joined me. Later, from the expression on the professor's face and the wet stain in his pants, I had correctly guessed that he had. I learned something valuable, something important. My pleasure, my obvious and uninhibited joy in my own body was an aphrodisiac to the professor. Indeed it is something most men crave. I did not realize then that the professor intended to teach me to be a lover; a mistress, a concubine, a kept woman. Later, though, I did. Through the many lessons we had during our brief period together, I acknowledged that the professor's aim was to teach me the depths of my being and what was in my soul.
+As all young women do with their first lover, I fell in love with him and built the silly daydreams of marrying him and bearing his progeny. That love was painful, because even as I wallowed in it, I knew the truth. He loved my body, my soul, and my heart. He loved teaching me and he loved reveling in me. He also knew that he would let me go when the time came.
+My heart broke when he quietly announced that he had found me a benefactor, if I wanted to be kept. A good man, an artist, who needed me more than he knew. My carefully crafted dreams, the ones I held despite knowing better, were shattered. I said things that I regret to this day, things that were not mended for years, almost before it was too late. Even though I did not wish to go, I acknowledged that I would, for it was who I was. He had taught me, but could only show me what was already within me.
+He came to airport the day I boarded the plane bound for Italy. To see me off. My last view of my lover was of a dejected man, hands thrust in his pockets. With tears in my eyes, I fled down the ramp to my seat. I could not bear to face him with all of my love and recriminations. I penned him a letter, one full of love, gratitude, understanding, and forgiveness. I didn't send that letter for years, until it was nearly too late. We exchanged correspondence later in life, made plans to visit, but it never happened. Even before the plane bore me off to a new and uncertain future, I grieved for the loss of my professor. I still miss him.
+ _To Be Continued..._"
+207,Memoirs of a Lady Ch. 03,Gaucho,Chain Stories,2001-06-02,2001-06-02,2022-01-08 03:52:13,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/memoirs-of-a-lady-ch-03,The third chapter in the continuing story of Erica's memoirs.,"['Continued Reading', 'Damask Roses', 'Envelope Table', 'God Mercy', 'Leave Country', 'Meant Kill', 'Night Beach', ""She'D Opened"", 'Understand Accept', 'Writing Letter']",4.36,"**Chapter 3: Smoke From A Hidden Flame**
+ _I hear you are singing a song of the past.   I see no tears…_
+The knock on the door was faint, like a child's shy attempt at a hello. Erica heard it only because she'd just come into the kitchen to freshen her coffee. She stood silently for a moment, waiting to see if the knock came again. When it didn't, she poured her coffee and turned to head back to the terrace, where she'd been enjoying the early morning breezes that flowed serenely off the Mediterranean.
+Her path, however, took her by the front door and on impulse she paused and glanced out through the small peep hole. Of course there was no one there and why should there be? Her maid had the day off and the mail wouldn't come for hours. A second impulse grabbed her and before she had given it any conscious thought, the chain was off the latch and her hand grasped the doorknob.
+The heavy door slid inward without a sound. As she expected, her front step was empty, as was the vine-covered corridor that connected her villa to the courtyard and the driveway beyond. The newly lush vines diffused the sunlight, darkening the corridor. Was it just her imagination or did the dust appear to be settling back down after a recent disturbance? She took a sip of her coffee. Don't be silly, she told herself. Why would someone come out all this way, knock on her door, and then just leave?
+Then she saw the envelope.
+She stared at it dumbly for a moment and a small muscle in her eyelid twitched. The envelope was about the size of your average Hallmark card and it lay half-buried in the soft clay beside her doorstep. She might have missed it altogether, for it was almost the same color as the clay; the deep, ruddy shade of brown that you get when you mix water with sand, but one corner of it sat propped gently along the edge of her inlaid tile. It must have been wedged in the door and fallen out when she'd opened it.
+Her thoughts were momentarily distracted by the tile; the tile that she'd fallen in love with during her last trip to Morocco. Under other circumstances, she might have taken a few moments and knelt down, running her fingers over the delicately erotic carvings on it. And she would have remembered the trader, a stout, swarthy man with heavy eyelids, a brusque and seasoned salesman who knew a mark when he saw one and relished the thought of swindling this petite and fair-skinned woman.
+But he had never met a woman like Erica. And she knew men, especially this one, whose eyes drank up her soft, creamy skin the way the desert soaked up rain. When they concluded their business an hour later, Erica politely but firmly turned down his offer of marriage and left with the tile and a memory; a memory of sweet cream and jasmine, of dark, work-roughened hands on her smooth flesh, and of a thick, heavy cock that swayed before her like a snake, one that she had coaxed from its hood with her eager tongue.
+Ordinarily, a memory like this would spur other memories, and her quiet morning on the terrace would become a reverie of carnal bliss. Her nipples would harden as she remembered all the men and women who had kissed and sucked them. The silken flesh between her legs would moisten and swell, aching from the need to be stretched and filled once more. Memory after memory would wash over her, as her lovers joined her on the terrace, inhabiting her with their essence as they had once done with their flesh. With the sun bathing her in its gentle rays, beads of sweat would appear and Erica would massage them into her skin with a lover's caress, pinching and pulling her nipples until the sweet-sharp sensation forced a cry from her lips. Her fingers would slide in and out of her now dripping pussy, avoiding her throbbing clit until the very last moment, when she would lightly scrape a fingernail over it and her juices would gush like grapes in a wine press.
+So many of her days were spent in this fashion now that Erica had begun to worry. Was this truly what her life had become? Had she somehow crossed a threshold where the present and future eluded her and only the past remained? Surely she was still too young to be so preoccupied with things she had already done, all the while ignoring the rich and plentiful opportunities for living that existed all around her.
+Or was this what it felt like to grow old?
+One corner of the envelope was a darker color than the rest, as though something had been spilled on it during its travels. It was that corner that lay propped against the tile and it gave the envelope a feral look, as though it were an unblinking eye that watched and waited, patient and unperturbed by anything around it, knowing that sooner or later she would come within range and—
+Erica stooped and grabbed the envelope with her fingertips, carefully avoiding the darkened corner. She quickly stepped back inside the villa, kicking the door shut. She made her way toward the terrace, holding the envelope away from her the way you might hold a dead mouse. Once outside, she plopped the envelope onto the table and sat down heavily beside it, spilling some drops of coffee onto her robe. She closed her eyes and sat quietly, waiting for her heartbeat to return to normal.
+The gently cleansing winds helped to calm her, along with the scent of the Damask roses as they mingled with the fresh sea air. Erica loved these summer mornings, when the spicy, nostalgic scent of the roses wafted through her villa. In a few short hours the sun's heat would leech away the fragrance, but for now she sat, breathing deeply, relishing their ancient flavor.
+She opened her eyes and took another sip of her coffee, staring at the envelope warily. What is it about you, she thought, that fills me with dread? She set her cup down and shook her head. Enough of this foolishness.
+She picked up the envelope and stared at it closely. It was thick, thicker than it should have been with only a greeting card inside and it was sealed, not just with glue but also with wax. Clearly, great pains had been taken to make sure the envelope didn't open by accident. She flipped the envelope over. There was no postage and aside from the dark stain in the corner there was but one thing that drew her interest. A single word, written in a rough attempt at elegance:
+ _Erica._
+At the sight of her name, a chill scurried across her flesh and the radiance of the sun fled behind unseen clouds. Dormant memories stirred in the back of her mind as she turned the envelope over and dug at the seal with her nail. She had gone only a couple of inches when she cried out and jerked her finger back in pain. Blood seeped from the paper cut and before she could react a drop of it fell onto the envelope.
+She thrust the finger into her mouth and sucked on it, the sharp, metallic taste saturating her tongue. She grabbed a napkin and, before the wound could start oozing again, wrapped her finger in it as tightly as she could. Satisfied that it wouldn't drip anytime soon, she went back to working on the envelope. This time, she went slower and with more care. The wax hampered her efforts, but at last the envelope rested open in her hand.
+The sheaf of papers stuffed inside came out with some struggle. The pages were small, smaller than a standard piece of paper, but there were several of them and they had been folded over in order to fit. Whatever had stained the envelope had seeped through as well, and the bottom of the last page was blotted with it. Erica set the envelope on the table and unfolded the pages. The writing on them was by the same hand that had written her name on the outside of the envelope, but with an interesting difference: In writing her name, the writer had used a pen, most likely a fountain pen from the way the ink had smudged. The writing on the pages, however, had been done entirely with a pencil – Erica scanned all the pages quickly to be sure – and none too sharp a one, at that.
+She focused her attention on the writing and as she read the first word, the chill returned once more to her skin, this time burrowing its way inside and squeezing her lungs, making it hard for her to breathe. Her lips moved silently, mouthing the word, ingesting it, mingling it with the taste of her own blood. It took several moments, but at last she dropped her sight to the first line and began to read.
+ _Querida,_
+ _I can only imagine your shock and surprise as you read these words. I am quite certain that you have done everything you could to purge all traces of me from your memory. But, ah, my sweet, such things are always easier said than done. For myself, I have lived with the memory of you – of us – each and every day of my confinement, which by now has stretched on for many years. Memories are such tricky things, my dear Erica. Like the stars I see out my window each night, our minds make us think they are something alive and of the moment, when in reality, they are only echoes of events long dead and gone. But like the cold light from those dead stars, the power they possess is enormous._
+ _The prison where I am interred is in a remote part of Baja Sur, known as the Desierto De Vizcaino. Very few things live naturally in this desert, and rainfall is scarce. What little moisture there is comes from the heavy fogs that drift in from the ocean. When the wind comes from that direction the smell of the Pacific is strong, and that is one of the most terrible things about my confinement. I do not think I ever got the chance to tell you that I was born on the ocean and lived near there my entire life, except for my time away at university in California. To smell the water on the breeze and taste the salty moisture in the air is a torture almost beyond my endurance. The rest of the time here it is dusty and dry, and no amount of water can relieve your thirst. And when the wind comes from the east, the ""Santa Ana"" wind you would call it, one often has to breathe through a piece of cloth to keep from choking._
+ _But the weather, no matter how difficult, is an impassive thing. There is no malevolence in it, no harmful intent. One is either strong enough to endure or not. But there are other things, querida, evil things that walk the earth in many guises. Since our last meeting and that moment of unbridled passion that led me to this place, I have seen much that you would consider abhorrent and ugly. And I have learned much, too. Sad to say, I am no longer the same happy and carefree young man who took pity on a pale gringa that day on the beach._
+ _Do you remember, Erica? Do you remember how I was too shy to speak with you, such a beautiful woman not much older than myself, and yet I could not just walk by and leave you there, your soft, white skin turning red before my eyes. So I stood over you and covered you with my shadow, waiting for you to notice me. You were lying on your back and the swimsuit you were wearing contained barely enough cloth to keep you decent. Such a firm, lithe body you had! Even now, I can see you, your skin awash with perspiration, coating your firm, round breasts, and dripping ever so slowly from your neck and arms. I confess that I lusted for you from the very first moment I laid eyes upon you. So strong were those feelings that only my shadow hid my engorged member from your sight._
+ _Or did it? I wonder now. You took so long to give some sign that you saw me, behind those dark sunglasses of yours. Did you notice my swim trunks swell as I stared at your body or is it only my memory now that pictures the corner of your mouth turning upward in a smile?_
+Erica paused in her reading, staring into space, as the memory engulfed her. Without realizing it, she started to smile and for a moment looked very much as she had those many years earlier. Oh, she had noticed, all right. How could she not? Enrique (she didn't know his name then, of course, that came later) was hung like a stallion and the length and thickness of his lovely cock were clearly outlined against his trunks. His prominent reaction to her beauty and his obvious embarrassment about it struck her like an aphrodisiac and it was all she could do to stifle an impulse to shuck him like an ear of corn and feast on the creamy contents.
+But she contented herself with a good long look and only that slight hint of a smile betrayed her interest. And it was just now, as she thought about their meeting for the first time in so many years, that she understood what had piqued her so about the young man with the sun-bronzed skin. In the years after she left the professor, her experience had been almost exclusively with older, sophisticated men. Wealthy men, who could support and keep her in the lavish lifestyle she longed for, but also men to whom she would always be an afterthought, trapped somewhere in a purgatory between being a wife and a lover, between business and pleasure.
+Somehow, in the first few moments that he entered her consciousness, the woman in her recognized the boy in him; that despite his imposing frame and God-like endowment, he was still just an innocent, his passion for life as yet untouched by the ravages of time. And that passion spoke to her, to the girl she had been before succumbing to the woman she became. And in the deepest, most hidden recesses of her heart, Erica responded.
+She set the first page on top of the envelope and continued reading.
+ _Of course, you were very circumspect that first day, greeting me cautiously but politely. It no doubt eased your mind to learn that I was an employee of the resort at which you were staying, and you were very appreciative of my concern for the condition of your skin. Still, even in those days one heard stories of American women being accosted, giving all of us locals a bad reputation, and it was both appropriate and prudent for you to be careful._
+ _But something passed between us, my love. From that first moment it was present, a vibrating, humming flow of electricity, of awareness and understanding beyond the realm of our senses. From that first moment it became inevitable that we would meet again and be together, if only for a short time. If not, how do you explain what happened only a few nights later, when I found you alone and crying, pacing back and forth in front of the angry surf as though you meant to throw yourself into it. Did I save you from a terrible fate or did some part of you know that I would be there, that it was not your time to suffer but mine, and that our one night of bliss was to lead me to my destruction just as surely as a lamb is led to slaughter?_
+ _I have so many questions, querida. How much just one conversation with you would ease my mind. But things happened so quickly in the aftermath; I was arrested and you disappeared. When I asked for you I was told that you didn't want to see me. Later, I learned that you had left the country. I try to forgive, my darling. Honestly, I do. But it is so hard when the nights are long and empty and the stars offer no comfort. You were the one person who might have saved me from this living Hell. The only other person who was there that night, who could have explained what happened and why. But you ran. And I must ask again, as I have done so many thousands of times before:_
+ _Why, Erica? Why?_
+ _I do not expect an answer, my love. In truth, it will surprise me if you ever read these words. If you are reading them, it will mean…but I must stop for now. I have been warned that the prison generator will be shut down soon (a not uncommon occurrence here due to the high winds and blowing sand) and the pitiful candle they bring me at such times casts too poor a light for me to write by. I will write more when I am able._
+Erica felt the sadness closing around her like a fist. She hurriedly put the second page down and started reading the third.
+ _It is daylight now and even though the generator has not been restarted, the light in my cell is sufficient for me to continue. If you are reading this, by now you must be wondering about my final words from last night. Let me explain. I am writing this letter at the insistence of a Catholic priest who ministers to the lost souls unfortunate enough to have been sent here. His name is Padre Arturo Ramirez. I met him shortly after my arrival and he has been a frequent visitor over the years. He has heard my tale of woe many times and, even though I cannot in truth say that he believes me (you must remember that everyone here is an innocent; unjustly accused and wrongfully imprisoned), he has lent a sympathetic ear and attempted to counsel me to the best of his ability._
+ _He knows the anger that I hold inside; he feels that this anger is preventing me from coming to terms with my situation. It is his hope that my writing this letter to you will serve as a way for me to rid myself of these feelings and come to understand and accept the consequences of my actions. Only then, he tells me, will I be free to feel true contrition for what I have done and avail myself of God's mercy and forgiveness._
+ _I do not know if I can believe him, Erica. True, I was baptized in the faith and taught from a very early age by the Brothers at the monastery; still I have my doubts. Is it wise to expect mercy and forgiveness from the same God who condones a place such as this, a Hell on earth where the only comfort is the howling of the wind because it drowns out the cries of the wretched? But the good Padre is a patient and persistent man and I agreed, finally, that writing the letter could not hurt and might, in fact, make me feel better._
+ _Last night I stayed awake after the power went out, staring at the weak shadows my candle threw on the wall. Confinement gives one time to think – too much time, in truth - for the mind craves stimulation and in the absence of such a sort of madness develops. Hallucinations appear and then reappear with startling regularity and it is not long before one's senses cannot be trusted._
+ _Last night, we were together again. Not here, no, not in this godforsaken place. As I stared at the shadows on the wall, I saw us, as we were that night. By the rocks near the shore, lost in our reckless passion as the waves thundered and crashed around us. Heedless of the risk, unaware of the imminent danger, our bodies became as one in the moonlight. It had been my intention only to make sure you were all right and to offer whatever assistance and comfort I could. But it seemed so natural to take you in my arms and you did not resist. And when you lifted your face to mine…_
+ _Ah, querida, what a night! The memory of it both damns and sustains me in this place. Have you truly forgotten it, my love? Was it just an act of the moment for you, one more in an endless pursuit of the gratification of the flesh? You were so sure, so experienced. You unfastened my bathing trunks and let them fall to my ankles. You knelt in the wet sand, not caring about the rushing water, and took me in your mouth. Did you know somehow that you were the first woman to do that for me? And you looked up at me, your eyes glittering, and you watched the expression on my face as your mouth descended further and further until your lips were pressed against my flesh._
+ _Dios mio, what a feeling! Even today, that sense memory lingers still, like being gently nursed in a swirling eddy of hot oil. And it was not long before the magic of your lips and tongue brought me to the point of flooding your mouth with my essence. I was afraid that you would be angry with me but I could not help myself. I bellowed loud enough to be heard above the pounding surf as I filled your mouth to overflowing with my come. To my great surprise, you were not angry with me at all. You drank of me hungrily, greedily, as a baby might drink at her mother's breast. You drank until the sensation of your tongue was so exquisitely painful that I thought I might pass out and I was forced to pull my softening member away from you._  
+ _No woman had ever given of herself to me so freely, without any thought of her own pleasure. I helped you to your feet and started to apologize but you put your hand to my lips and stopped me. In one swift motion you lifted your dress over your head and then you were standing before me naked, in all your magnificence. And magnificent you were, Erica. No woman has ever looked as beautiful as you did that night. You took my hand and led me to the rocks, where we used your dress and my trunks to make a small pad for you to sit on. When you were comfortable, you lay back, guiding my face to that most secret and desirable part of you. And then I was the one on my knees, bent in homage before you, with no thought but to please you as you had pleased me._
+ _I must confess that this, too, was a new experience for me. But again, you were so wise, so knowing. You made sure that my tongue attended to every petal of the wild and succulent flower that lay open before me. The exotic fragrance drove me wild, and again and again I lapped at your glistening folds. And when at last I reached the heart of the flower, that hidden bulb which by now was fully as hard and round as a tiny grape in my mouth, it took only one or two passes from my tongue before your body stiffened and you cried out, filling my mouth with the sweetest and most wondrous nectar I have ever tasted._
+ _You were not surprised to find me fully erect once more and as I stood up, you wrapped your legs around me, pulling me inside of you. As with your mouth, the sight of my dark and fully engorged organ disappearing inside of your soft, white flesh was incredible. It seemed almost impossible that it would fit, but it did, and without effort. The urgency was less now, and our lovemaking was slow and deliberate, almost gentle. You took my hands and covered your breasts with them. Though not large, your breasts were full and heavy, and your nipples stood proudly between my fingers. I took turns suckling them, savoring your moans of pleasure almost as much as I did your delicate texture and delicious flavor._
+ _I was in Heaven, my darling, and would have happily spent eternity in your warm embrace. After a time, however, you pushed me back and we separated. I was confused but you simply smiled and led me to a nearby rock, a ponderous boulder that towered above us. You turned and faced the boulder, pressing your backside against me, and beckoned for me to enter you from behind. I was more than willing but the difference in our sizes made it somewhat awkward. You were forced to stretch your body upwards against the rock, rising onto your toes before we could manage it._
+ _Once inside you, with my head nestled atop your shoulder, you began to talk to me, telling me the things you wanted me to do to you. Such words, querida! Such language! Talk such as I had never heard from a lady in my life. Under other circumstances I might have been filled with shock and dismay to hear such things from your lips, but your words and the look on your face as you said them inflamed me. My urgency returned and I became like the bulls I had seen in Guadalajara and Tijuana, charging the toreador with such intensity that the entire bullring trembled with each pass of his scarlet cape._
+ _Ah, but that was what you wanted, was it not? You arched your back, crying out with each new thrust, until my voice joined yours and we sang our rapture in unison. Such bliss, Erica. And such agony now to relive over and over that which can never be repeated. But I must tell you, my darling, now before the light grows too dim again for me to continue, that regardless of what came later, I would change nothing of what happened that night. If I am to have but one memory to cling to, no matter how much it tortures me, let it be that one. And when I fall asleep each night and dream, let it be your face that I see._
+Erica closed her eyes and moaned. In her mind, she was back in Mexico, her body on fire as she was literally caught between a rock and a wonderfully hard place. She remembered it all now; the way her calf muscles burned from the effort of standing on point, the coarseness of the rock abrading her forearms as she braced herself against it. Arching her back, Enrique's powerful arms around her, his hands so soft and tender as they cupped her breasts, his cock so hard and thick as it slid in and out of her drenched pussy.
+Oh, Enrique, she thought. What did I do to you?
+She had come to the resort so full of herself, so confident in her ability to judge and control the men around her. When she arrived back in the states a few days later, with one man's death and another's ruination on her conscience, she realized that she knew nothing. All of her life, her shy and protected upbringing, her explosion of sexuality under the professor's tutelage, the men she had been with since as she honed and refined her skills, all of it had brought her to this point. And where was she – what was she?
+She had thought of herself as a sensualist, bartering her body and her talents in exchange for the right to live life on her own terms. True, some might describe her as nothing more than a high-class prostitute, but she never thought of herself that way. Wasn't she only doing what everyone did, offering herself and her abilities and being paid for them? She made sure the men she dealt with – all carefully chosen – understood and agreed that hers was not to be a lifetime contract. For the time she was with each one of them, she gave of herself fully and without reservation, and when it was time to move on, she did so without regret. And while she gave none of them her heart, all of them had touched her in some way and each relationship added a new dimension to the work in progress that was her life.
+Ending a relationship, however, always proved to be tricky. In the end, all the men in her life wanted to possess her, and her companion at the resort was no exception. He was a cabinet official with the Mexican government, a likeable but petty man who became verbally abusive when he drank. She had only been with him a short time when she realized how incredibly boring he was, and Erica, who valued stimulation above all else, had been looking for an opportunity to move on ever since.
+And then she met Enrique. She saw in him what the professor had seen in her: A sensual nature and a raw, untapped sexuality that cried out for discovery and liberation. And just as the professor had done for her, she knew instinctively that she would be the one to unleash the passion she saw in him, and teach him the first steps in understanding his true nature. What she didn't know, what she hadn't yet learned, was how brutally swift life could change, transforming those feelings of raw passion into overwhelming guilt and remorse.
+Without thinking, her fingers slid under her robe and traced the outline of her swollen lips through her thin, cotton panties. Her flower, Enrique had called it. Yes, she thought, the description fit. And once again, the heart of that flower was full and ripe, awaiting release. Using her index finger, she stroked her clit, rubbing it quickly back and forth. The moist fabric chafed her and would, she knew, make her sore afterwards, but the pain felt appropriate somehow. No, it was more than that, she realized suddenly. It was necessary. This should hurt. She rubbed harder, relishing the way her clit began to sting.
+As the mixture of pleasure and pain flooded through her, the image in her mind changed to one that occurred several months after that night on the beach. She saw herself suspended, with leather cuffs holding her legs and arms, while two faceless men used her for their own pleasure. Her eyes were closed and her face appeared slack and listless; nothing the men did aroused her in any way. Another man appeared and shoved a liquid vial under her nose, forcing her to inhale deeply. Around her neck was a red, velvet bow and the third man began to twist it, cutting off the flow of blood and oxygen to her brain.
+After a few seconds, her eyes began to bulge in their sockets and her face darkened. She tried to shake her head and break free but she had very little strength left. A few more seconds and she would lose consciousness. A sense of calm and acceptance swept over her. Yes, she remembered thinking very clearly. It's what I deserve.
+Just as she was about to pass out, the man released his grip on the velvet bow. She gulped in fresh air. Suddenly, she felt prickly and hot, her blood a liquid flame rushing through her. The two men began fucking her harder, laughing as they felt her respond. No, she thought. Yes, her body answered and the molten blood in her veins bubbled and boiled like hot wax. Her orgasm shook her so violently the man fucking her ass lost his balance and fell, his cock spurting jets of come on her legs like a runaway hose.
+That same fire coursed through Erica now, as her body convulsed on the terrace. And in her mind, the same two words repeated over and over:
+ _Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me._
+It was some time before she felt strong enough to open her eyes and sit up. She glanced around, looking for signs of damage. Her cup had tipped, but what little coffee left inside had stayed in the saucer. One of the deck chairs had taken a spill, clattering loud enough to scatter the cormorants from the nearby cliffs. A few of them had returned and were watching her warily. For some reason, this made Erica blush.
+She stared at the papers on the table. Only a few pages of Enrique's letter remained unread. She remembered the feeling she'd gotten when she first saw the envelope. It had seemed almost alive, somehow, watching her with an ophidian intensity, waiting for the first opportunity to strike and infect her with its poison. Only the poison turned out to be more like a truth serum, tumbling her Alice-like down a rabbit hole of buried memories.
+Those memories were alive inside her now, racing through her blood, opening door after door and window after window, shedding light on thoughts and feelings she'd kept hidden for years. There was no stopping it. And there was no way back. Like Alice, her only way out lay ahead, and she would have to wade through her own private and personal pool of tears to get there. She picked up the next page of Enrique's letter and continued reading.
+ _One more night with only a timid flame for company. I have heard that this time the generator will need to be replaced, which means the candle and I may become old friends before I have the pleasure of electric light again. Still, even a weak flame has its use. Last night, as I watched the shadows on the wall, I found myself staring at the column of smoke that rose from the reflection of the candle._
+ _You were such a bright flame when you came to Mexico, Erica. You called to me, my love, and I was helpless to resist. Of course, I knew I was no more to you than a casual affair while on holiday. I was not such a naïve boy as to think that because of one night together on the beach we might have something else in common or entertain thoughts of a life together. But that did not matter. My passion for you was such that I just had to see you again._
+ _The next night, I heard you and your companion arguing as I approached your room. As with most nights that time of year, the air was thick and stifling, and would remain so until the wind picked up in the early morning hours. Your voices carried clearly through the open windows and I am quite certain I was not alone in hearing them. It is a measure of how anxious the resort was to put this behind them that no mention of your argument was ever introduced at my trial, nor were any witnesses brought forth to corroborate my statement._
+ _I crept onto your balcony and watched quietly as the argument grew more intense. I must admit that I did not recognize the man you were with or find out about his position in the government until after I had been arrested. But anyone could see that he was drunk and my blood boiled to hear him talk to you that way. And imagine my surprise when I realized that the two of you were arguing about us. We had been seen!_
+ _The names he called you, Erica! Names no man should ever call a woman, no matter what her crime against him. Perhaps if I had known then the true nature of your relationship with him, I might have understood why this venom flowed so easily from his mouth. Or perhaps it was only his true character that allowed him to abuse you in this fashion. Whatever the reason, I knew the words hurt you, querida. You flinched from each one as though from the crack of a whip. But you held your ground and, in spite of my growing anger, I remained in the shadows._
+ _Then he hit you and I could stay hidden no longer. At first, you seemed more surprised than hurt. Only when he hit you a second time did you cry out. You fell backwards onto the bed and he came towards you, as though he meant to force himself upon you. Then I was on him. I yelled as I charged, to try and distract him, and he turned to me and raised his arms to ward me off. But I had the element of surprise. I grabbed him and threw him against the wall._
+ _For a moment, he seemed stunned by my appearance and more than a little surprised to be manhandled in such a fashion. But that did not last long. He roared and came at me, and he was strong, Erica; not as strong as me but strong enough. We wrestled together and in his eyes I saw madness. You were his prize and I had taken you away from him. I believed then, and still believe now, that he meant to kill me._
+ _Of course, I have had much time to think about this. I have gone over the events of that night so many times now. Still, I do not remember any conscious thought process, or any one moment when I realized that my life was in danger. I only recall that suddenly the knife was in my hand, and then his expression changed as he felt the blade slide upwards into his body._
+ _This was something else that served me to no avail at my trial. I have always been good with a knife, Erica. From the time I was a very small boy, my father taught me the uses for a sharp blade. I learned how to clean and gut a fish, and how to skin and dress all manner of animal. I came to understand very quickly how precious blood is and the importance of losing as little of it as possible during a kill._
+ _If I had meant to kill him, would I really have bled him like a stuck pig?_
+ _But no matter. He staggered away from me, and as the knife pulled from the wound, his blood began to spurt. He tried to cover it with his hands, as though he could somehow stop water from flowing over a dam, but it was no use. He stared at me helplessly, and then he saw you on the bed. He brushed past me and, reaching for you, he stumbled. He fell to the floor and lay still in an ever-widening pool of his own blood._
+ _I will never forget the expression on your face, my darling. It was as if it had all been some sort of a game of make-believe, and in the next moment you expected him to stand and yell, ""Surprise!"" But then you looked at me and saw the knife, and the blood on my hands. And you started to scream. That scream has haunted me for many years, Erica. It desolates me to think that you will always have that image of me in your mind._
+ _After my arrest, you disappeared. My so-called lawyer – may all lawyers drown in their own excrement! – told me that he had spoken with you. He wore a sneer on his face as he described your relationship with the deceased and made it abundantly clear that in his eyes you were nothing more than a puta – a whore. He said that you expressed no concern for me and only wished to leave the country as quickly as possible in order to put this all behind you. He seemed surprised that I would expect anything different from a woman such as you._
+ _You can imagine what it looked like, Erica. A rich and important man had been killed – murdered, they said – while surprising an intruder in his room. With no evidence to support it, my version of what happened was summarily ignored and you were hardly mentioned, probably in deference to the man's wife, who sat in the front row each day of the trial, lacerating me with her eyes. My lawyer deemed it a great victory that they did not execute me on the spot._
+ _On the day of my sentencing, his wife read a statement to the court, describing her life with him, dwelling in great detail on all the things that I, through my callous and ruthless act, had taken from her and their children. I could barely believe what I heard, querida. I had seen this man, witnessed firsthand his drunkenness and his brutish behavior towards you. How could she, of all people, be so ignorant of his true nature? Had he somehow kept it hidden from her during their years together?_
+ _It was at this moment that I received what Padre Ramirez would call an epiphany, an opening of my eyes. For I knew, as I watched her in the courtroom, reciting her grievances and parading her late husband's swollen virtue before the judge, that everything she said was a lie. And I was not the only one. There were many who squirmed with discomfort as they listened to her words. But it was clear to me that she believed them; somehow she had learned or chosen to ignore the truth and instead built her life around a fantasy._
+ _What an awakening, Erica! Until that moment, I would scarcely have believed a person capable of such self-deceit. However, since coming to this place, I have seen it demonstrated again and again. When faced with a difficult or unpleasant truth, people will lie about it to themselves. When a lie is repeated often enough, it becomes like the flame from a candle, seducing us with its power and warmth. And the truth slips away like smoke from a hidden flame, billowing in the shadows, unseen except but for a few, and soon enough forgotten.._
+ _I must go now, my love. Padre Ramirez is here and it is time for him to read what I have written to you. I am not sure, however, that his purpose has been served. While I understand that I must accept responsibility for what I have done, I cannot, in conscience, resign myself to this fate. I know in my heart that I still desire you, Erica. No amount of time passing will change that._
+ _But I cannot escape the knowledge that it is because of you that I am here. And so the conflict within me has raged, and continues to rage, unabated. What we shared on the beach that night was more than merely physical, querida. For a brief moment, we were given a glimpse into each other's soul. The woman I saw there would not have willingly left me to this place._
+ _And so I am left to wonder: What lies have you constructed for yourself that you may live with the truth of what you have done? Perhaps, if you do one day get to read these words, they may be of more help to you than they are to me now. I fear that God's mercy and forgiveness will never reach me in this earthly corner of Hell. But if you can find the courage to turn away from the flame, querida, He may yet bestow some upon you._
+ _Always,_
+ _Enrique_
+Erica set the last page carefully on the table and looked away, blinking at the tears welling in her eyes. The truth, as always, was deceptively simple. Despite being in a state of shock, she had told her story to anyone who would listen. The authorities weren't interested. To them, the case was cut and dried. Her companion had been killed when he interrupted a robbery in progress. They had all the evidence they needed to prove their case and, because of the deceased's position in the government, no small amount of urgency to do so.  
+When Erica became angry and threatened to go public, she received a visitor, a tall man who spoke flawless English and never removed his sunglasses. In quiet and ominous tones, he gave her a choice: She could leave the country or she would be arrested and indicted as an accessory to the murder of her companion. If she left quietly, there would be little or no mention of her at the trial, thus sparing her and the man's family a great deal of embarrassment.
+Emotionally and physically drained, Erica returned to the US. Turning to her own government for help, she was dismayed to learn that the State Department considered the matter to be an internal affair of the country of Mexico and that, with her now safely back home, there was nor reason for them to take action. Because they could not be responsible for her safety, she was advised not to return to Mexico.
+She wandered at loose ends for several weeks. She spoke to everyone she could think of about the situation but received no help. Her health declined further, but Erica didn't care. There had to be something she could do. On the day that Enrique stood in front of a judge to hear his fate, she sat, despondent and alone, in a small roadside café near the outskirts of Tucson. After a short time, a man approached her table and asked if he could join her. She hardly looked at him. Unperturbed, he sat down across from her and began to talk.
+He spoke quietly to her, his voice even and measured, his tone soothing. As the sound of his voice rolled over her like a quiet waterfall, she felt something inside of her give, and she began to cry. In moments, she was sobbing; coughing up great, wracking heaves of anguish that had been frozen inside of her. When it was over she felt more at ease than she had in months and she was suddenly ravenous.
+Over a wolfed-down lunch, Erica told him everything. Not just about Enrique but all the things that had happened in her life to that point. She felt oddly comfortable telling him about the professor and the other men that she'd been with, and he listened with no hint of judgment or reproach in his eyes. At last she realized that her plate was empty and that she'd been talking for hours. She tried to apologize but he stopped her.
+He told her he understood. He told her that he'd known from the moment he saw her that she was in trouble and needed help. He told her he knew these things because he'd been in trouble once himself, and he had survived it only because someone had been kind enough to reach out to him at a desperate moment in his life. He stood up and held out his hand. Let me help you, he said. Let me give you what you need.
+She hesitated, but for once in her life she seemed out of options. And there was something about this man, the way he spoke and the way he listened to her. There was calmness in his manner, a tranquil power that soothed her and drew her to him. She felt she could trust him. She took his hand, with no inkling that she was making the worst mistake of her life. On that day, two countries and several hundred miles apart, Erica and Enrique entered Hell together.
+Erica angrily wiped her tears on the sleeve of her robe. There was only one thing to do, now. She had to go see Enrique. She had to talk to him, to tell him what had happened, why he'd been left there to rot all alone in that prison. She knew there could be no forgiveness. Not now. Not after so long a time. But at least he'd know the truth. And maybe that would be a start.
+She picked up the loose pages of his letter and put them in order. She started to put them back into the envelope and then stopped. On the back of the last page, almost hidden down near the dark smudges, she saw some more writing. The words were scrawled, as if they had been written in haste, but it was definitely Enrique's handwriting. And these words, like her name on the envelope, had been written in pen. She separated the last page from the others and began to read.
+ _My darling,_
+ _It appears now that Padre Ramirez was more right about this letter than he knew. Not only has writing it made me feel much better – it has set me free! I am not sure if this is exactly what the good Padre intended but one should always be careful what one wishes for, no? Intended or no, he has given me hope for the future, a hope that I had thought lost to me forever. It is a debt that I can never repay._
+ _As for us, querida, I now know that someday we will meet again. I do not know where or when, or what the outcome of that meeting will be. But I know it will happen. For now, it is enough for me to know that you have read these words. The passage of time has done nothing to diminish the power of your flame, Erica. But do not forget the smoke. When the time is right, when you are ready for me, remember to turn to the shadows. I will be there, waiting for you._
+The page fluttered from her grasp and landed lightly on the table. She stared at it absently, her eyes drawn once more to the smudges on the paper. Her mind whirled, but it was like running in quicksand. What was it about the smu—and then she noticed the envelope. The envelope she'd opened with her fingernail, cutting herself in the process. The envelope decorated with a single drop of her blood, a now almost dry drop of blood that looked remarkably like…well, like a smudge.
+Her hand went to her mouth as she remembered Enrique's words:
+ _I have always been good with a knife, Erica…if I had meant to kill him, would I have really bled him like a stuck pig?_
+Her mind went back to the quiet knock on her door, a knock so soft she almost hadn't heard it. And the envelope, stuck in her door for her to find. An envelope sealed in wax with no postage on it. A part of her wanted to scream, to run through the villa, checking the locks and the windows. But she knew it would make no difference. And for now, it didn't matter. He'd made his intentions clear enough.
+Her gaze fell upon the nearby cormorants, huddled together on the cliff that overlooked the green waters of the Mediterranean. One of them stared back at her, cold-eyed and unblinking, disdainful of her petty problems. For a few moments, neither of them moved and the setting might have been a picture or a still-life painting.
+ _I am no longer the same man…_
+No, she thought. How could you be? But I am no longer the same woman, either. Hell comes in many forms and the Devil wears many guises. I survived my trip through the wasteland and now it appears that you are free as well, at least for the time being. The irony is that we both endured that awful journey by clinging to the same thing: Thoughts of each other.
+The sea bird squawked suddenly and flapped its wings. This startled the other birds and all of them took flight, soaring upward into the piercing blue sky. The scent of her cherished Damask roses was gone now, dissipated by the swelter of the mid-day sun. Tomorrow in the cool of the morning the fragrance would return, investing her villa with its old world essence. The most precious things in life always seemed to bloom for such a short time, Erica thought. And yet, despite their brief and brilliant life, you could always count on them to thrive and return to bloom again, sometimes from the most unlikely of places.
+For the first time in several hours, Erica smiled. Yes, she thought. It's time. Come to me, my love. I'm ready when you are.
+ _FIN_"
+208,Memoirs of a Lady Ch. 04,Charly,Chain Stories,2001-06-04,2001-06-04,2022-01-08 03:52:14,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/memoirs-of-a-lady-ch-04,"A starry night, the Greek Islands, a threesome.","['Love Story', 'Romance Novella', 'Romantic', 'Roses']",4.39,"**Chapter 4: Serifos**
+The night sky was clear and littered with stars above the haven of my garden tonight. After a quiet dinner alone I slipped into the garden to enjoy the rich scent of my lovely Damask Roses, in a swing under the trellis. I smiled up at Orion's belt high in the spring sky and realized it was the second time today that my mind had recalled the echo of a nearly perfect month so many years ago.
+The first time, a single sheet of yellowing paper had fallen from a book. I found myself musing over a simple drawing of a beautiful young girl, arms up- stretched, her sensual, round bottom arched proudly. In the corner was the neat signature ""Jan-Dirk.""
+The smile lingered as I lay there, carried back in time by the same stars as had astounded me as if seeing them for the first time. It was a first time for many things, so many things, that eventful trip with Etienne and Jan-Dirk.
+My first-discovered ""truth of life,"" for example. And that is, that it is not possible to plan your life, nor to set out to find adventure. Not possible to plan the wonders that life will bring you. But, it is essential, I realized, to allow them to happen. The joy of life awaits us and we must be sure to place ourselves where joy can find us.
+And so it was on my Griechischer Abenteuer.
+It began just at the end of my stay with Christoforo. I loved my stay with him, but there came a time when it was right to move on, just as there had been a time when going to him was perfect for me. He had wanted to go to Athens one last time. We had explored together the beauty of Athens and even watched Mephistopheles performed in the perfect acoustic splendor of the ancient theater. Then on the last day, as we stood on the rock outcropping of the Acropolis I knew that it was time to move on.
+The previous night, a casual conversation in a Taverna had led to an invitation - perhaps an adventure, I wasn't sure. Their names were Etienne and Jan-Dirk; he was Dutch and Etienne was Flemish. His beard was salt and pepper gray and she was lovely, athletic, with long blond hair and an immediate smile that lit her face. I was attracted to them immediately by their open, yet subdued friendliness. In the end they asked if I wished to join them on a sailing cruise in Greece.
+When we returned to our hotel, I said: ""It is time for me to go, Christo, isn't it?
+""Yes, I know! Time. It always comes so. Too soon, but life calls you, my dear."" His hand was warm against my waist and I put my hand on his.
+We spent our last night together there on the balcony of a little hotel with all of Athens at our feet, enjoying our now practiced and perfect sexual pleasuring of each other.
+The next few weeks were to be an immersion into sensuality that would be a guide and a standard for the rest of my life. I had never been on a boat in my life. That filled me with trepidation as I stood looking out over Kalimara harbor to the sea beyond. What did not occur to me at that time was that life itself was just such a huge sea, filled with wonder, occasional danger, and things which touch all the senses and mobilize them into a palette of pleasure. My guides would be Etienne and Jan-Dirk, waiting for me someplace here, along this long pier.
+Olympus was a Fifty-four foot yacht, sleek and beautiful, lying in slot 144. There was no one aboard, so I sat on the little house-like structure of the cabin and waited. The sound and smell of the sea filled my nostrils; a light breeze cooled my cheek. Etienne and Jan-Dirk were soon strolling toward me, she in a light green dress he in a crisp looking blue blazer, a tie hung round his neck. Her high heels were strangely out of place, yet made her look elegant.
+My heart leapt and I felt strangely attracted to her. Why was I suddenly struck dumb by her smile? For the first time in my life, I realized I had fallen in love with another woman. The thought shocked me. Yet, there was little to dispute the fact. I had all the symptoms, my hands shook slightly, I simply could not take my eyes from her, I was aware of the tiniest details of her beauty. Could this be? My mind was thrashing about to explain it.
+""Sorry, we are so late, Erica, dear. We had to go to one last fancy luncheon. One of Jan-Dirk's buildings had it's grand opening today, you know, ribbon cutting and all that. They don't even let the architect cut the ribbon, but he has to attend. Have you been waiting long?""
+""Oh, no, no. Just a few minutes.""
+""Take my shoes, will you? A bit impractical on the boat, don't you think"" her laugh was self-deprecating and melodic. I was to find it completely captivating in the next few days.
+Jan-Dirk re-emerged from below, already changed into ragged shorts and a loose shirt and inspected me quietly with blue-grey eyes.
+""Ready?'
+""Ready!"" I said, not so convincingly.
+""Don't worry, we have a nice light breeze, right?"" His Dutch accent and husky laugh were somehow reassuring as he went about readying the boat.
+I sat in the gangway to the cabin, watching as Etienne changed her clothes and chattered questions at me. She slipped the dress over her head and hung it in a closet and then unsnapped her stockings and rolled one and then the other down her long legs. She slipped off the garter belt and tossed the stockings and belt into a bag hanging in the closet. ""Looks like you came prepared for a cruise! You bought deck shoes, good."" She muttered idly as she unsnapped her bra and scooped her hands around her breasts, rubbing away the tight lines. She slipped a bright green t-shirt over her head, pulled tight white shorts over her hips and smiled up at me. She signaled me to go up on deck.
+The two of them began working as a team to get under way and we were soon moving along the line of boats and out toward what looked to me like a terribly big ocean. I was, for the first time in my life, genuinely frightened. I wondered if I had made a huge mistake accepting this adventure.
+""Sit here on the high side with me, Erica. You'll get used to the boat leaning this way."" She had noticed my tense clutching of the boat railing.
+It was beautiful, just beautiful, the way the boat slipped silently and smoothly along. My fears slowly ebbed and I felt the exhilaration of ocean sailing that I was to feel so often in the coming weeks.
+After a few hours, we anchored in a tiny bay below the temple of Sounien set high on the overlooking hill. Dinner was lovely and lazy, the smells of cooking surrounded us in the combination kitchen, lounge, dining room of the main cabin. Under the table, our bare feet touched in the close quarters. I felt awkward, but soon realized that the closeness of a boat inevitably brings a bit more contact than you are accustomed to on land.
+I realized that Etienne's toes had begun to play with mine as she talked. It was as if she were extending the intimacy of her words. I found myself responding in a surprising way, tentatively at first. My toes moved in a caress of hers and we toyed with each other in a sensual dance. It sounds like nothing now, but the intimacy of the cabin, combined with the warm glow of the wine, heightened the sensation and I knew that I was becoming moist with anticipation of something more. From the other side of the table, Jan-Dirk's much larger and very masculine foot touched my other foot. This was truly a shock to have both sensations with me in the middle.
+When I realized that his accidental touch had changed to a lingering presence on the top of my foot, I felt my nipples stiffen under the thin shirt and a shudder of pleasure went down my backbone. It was a pleasure loaded with erotic nuance that was new to me. I wanted dinner to last all night, I realized.
+""It's wonderful, eh?"" Jan-Dirk asked.
+I could hardly speak, but managed to smile warmly. ""Yes, ....""
+""MMmmmmm, yes, darling, you have done well bringing us here."" Etienne smiled. Her words were for him, but her toes burrowed under my instep as she said 'us.' I found myself pressing her foot in response.
+Under the spell of the cruise, I slipped my other foot to the top of Jan- Dirk's and slowly let it slither over his ankle. The beginning of the coarse hair of his leg teased my toes. And so, our erotic relationship began. There under the table. I was now looking forward excitedly to where it might lead.
+I took both their hands in mine. ""Thank you for ......... all of this. It is lovely! I feel so very happy here.""
+The telling of it, as I sit writing so many years later, seems pallid by comparison. But at that moment, it seemed impossible that such a scene could be as deeply sensual as it was. I was thrilled beyond words. All my senses seemed open to feelings that I was only then beginning to understand.
+The lapping of the sea at the side of the boat near my ear was like a comforting lullaby. I lay staring into the night sky. The stars were brilliant. Many more than I had ever seen before. I seemed to be floating there between the black sea and the infinite black emptiness of a sky dotted with brilliant jewels.
+They had gone to bed leaving me alone, stretched out on the seat of the cockpit, the sail boom shifting over my head with a rhythmic, soft clunk. I heard them moving about the little cabin beneath the cockpit where I lay.
+The boat swung on her anchor, softly rocking with the slight swell of the sea. I did not want to go below and lose the sensation of floating amongst the stars. The wine still warmed my stomach and made the scene as erotic as van Gogh's ""Starry Night"" which has always mesmerized me. Then quietly, it began, the boat moving under my body, almost imperceptibly at first. The motion of Etienne and Jan-Dirk's lovemaking were joined the gentle sway of the boat.
+""Oh,........ "" I heard her sigh quietly. I felt my own heart pounding as I eavesdropped shamelessly.
+I lay directly above them and though they may have tried to be as quiet as possible, their motions added a private rhythm to the boat's motions. I lay holding my breath, eager to hear their loving, to hear their breathless sounds. I picked Arcturus from the night sky, following the pattern of the dippers along until I found it. But the ruse could not keep my mind from the beauty I imagined as Etienne gently fondled his cock and his hands found her breasts. I imagined that his hand closed over her mound and a finger separated her pussy lips as my own hand slipped under my panties. I was already soaked by my own pleasure juices. I lay enjoying my thoughts, and in my mind, Jan- Dirk's finger, not my own, was toying gently with the nubbly clitoris between my wet lips.
+""Yes,.."" I heard him whisper.
+And the boat lurched as his weight shifted. I tried to imagine the scene below, to sharpen the image in my mind's eye. The stars bounded back and forth over the swaying mast, tall and rigid, and jutting into the sky as his cock would be jutting erect for her pleasure. The sound of the cables slapping the mast was loud in the silence of the night, like a bell warning others away.
+The finger probed deep into me and I squirmed with our shared pleasure.
+""Nice. Mmmmm."" I heard Etienne's pleasure-soaked voice breath heavily into the night air. ""Yes, more. There, ... yes."" She spoke in a louder voice now, and I knew that she realized that I would be here listening to them. ""Yes, hurry!""
+The boat responded to their increasingly powerful thrusting and I rode the gentle, nearly imperceptible extra movement that they imparted to the boat. My fingers, deep in my vagina, fondled the wet thickening behind my clitoris and I felt the bathing honey lubricant letting them slip sensuously and so smoothly against each other.
+The stars made love to me as I thrust against my hand. My movements fell in with theirs as I felt the tremors of the boat under my bare bottom, my panties pushed down and out of the way. The night air felt delicious on my exposed tummy and mound. My thrusting became more urgent and the stars seemed to shower down around me scattered by the waving arc of the mast as it sliced the blackness of the night.
+""Oh, Jan,....."" I realized it was my voice this time and bit my lip to stop the cry.
+""Yes, now!"" I heard Etienne's voice from below as my own orgasm tensed like a streak of gentle lightning through my body. My hand fondled my right breast in happy gratitude for the release. I relaxed again amongst the stars and listened as the boat quieted from the small rocking motion. A light rain had begun to fall, refreshing on my cheeks. I slipped down the steps as quietly as possible, but bumped into Etienne as she stepped from the tiny toilet.
+We stared silently at each other through the darkness. My breathing stopped for a moment. She leaned close. Her lips were soft and inviting as they brushed mine.
+""Bonne nuit!"" she whispered, and slipped quietly back into their cabin as I heard Jan-Dirk's movement rustle the bed clothes. The door snapped shut behind her and I was alone again.
+""Good Night,"" I whispered belatedly, my throat dry with the excitement of the moment. There were so many questions in my mind. What did my feelings mean? How could I be in love with ......... another woman? I had not expected this. It had never happened like this before. Still, I had called Jan-Dirk's name in the throes of orgasm. I had a lot to think about that night.
+But I was to find that a boat has a way of lulling the cares of the day as it cradles you in the sea. That first night was reassuringly calm and I slept well as the boat rocked slowly at her anchor.
+We fell into a comfortable, unhurried routine over the next few days, stopping in tiny fishing ports one night and then a small nearly deserted cove the next. We swam in the crystal clear water and lazed about in the bright afternoon sun. The farmers on the mountainside went about their tasks as we watched them perform as in a distant movie scene or perhaps a dream set up for our pleasure.
+Jan-Dirk called down to us, ""What say, Erica, ready for your first 'night- sail?'""
+""Might as well say 'yes' Erica, that's his way of telling us he has already decided!"" Etienne laughed at my side. Her hand took mine and she pulled me toward the ladder.
+I didn't know it, but the night-sail would prove to be erotic beyond anything I could have guessed, and change my life forever. After dinner, we raised anchor and set off in a steady breeze and sailed into the setting sun's brilliant changing colors. It was sensationally beautiful, of course, and the wine from dinner enhanced my reactions. Stars began to appear and then slowly flooded the darkening sky. I had learned to love the starry night sky.
+We skimmed along over the sea, as if floating in absolute darkness. The line between black sea and black sky was hardly visible at all. The nearby island's form could only be found with difficulty. The sound of the water shushing past the hull as we cut through the water was soothing. We spoke in hushed voices, not wanting to disturb the beauty. I must confess that sailing at night scared me a little. Well, actually, it scared me a LOT. We seemed to rush headlong through the night without seeing anything but an occasional blinking light far off on a lonely island. We were approaching a harbor called Serifos, but would pass it and go around the bottom of the Island before we slept tonight. But first we must find our way between very large rocks in the darkness. It was thrilling. An adventure, pure and chilling in a suspense I had not felt before.
+""We should see the harbor light, low on the horizon, but deep in a bay. Let me know when you see it."" Jan-Dirk was reassuring with his calm voice, but my skin was crawling slightly as we scudded past the huge, round shape of rocks looming out of the blackness.
+""We have to be careful here, there are several of these rocks!"" That didn't help me much. I sat next to Etienne and felt her thigh reassuringly snug against mine as we stared into the darkness, searching for the light.
+""Don't worry, "" she said quietly, ""we have done this many times. It is safe, but we must be careful""
+Etienne draped her arm around my waist. We continued to search for the elusive light to peer out from between the rocks obscuring the coast. First one and then another would loom before us and then pass silently, as Jan-Dirk stirred with firm confidence.
+""What is wrong? Are you cold, Erica? I feel you shiver.""
+""NO,"" I laughed half-heartedly. ""A little scared, I guess."" Her arm tightened around me, and then I felt her hand slip up under my windbreaker and gently squeeze my breast. I felt my nipples brisk with excitement. I sat a little more erect on the edge of the seat, then leaned closer into the shelter of her arm.
+""Is that it?"" I said. Then, ""no, I guess not.""
+Etienne giggled beside me and squeezed my breast again.
+""No, not yet."" She whispered. I squirmed against her like a large Siamese cat happily secure against the warmth of her body. I pressed my breast into her hand and she responded by a gentle fondling motion as if we were in a bath. It felt delicious. My nipples had surely never been so ripe. Between the sensation if her fondling hand and the excitement of searching for the navigational light, I was near the tension level of a really good orgasm.
+I could feel my nipple jutting into her palm and she soothed it with a circular motion and then squeezed it between thumb and finger.
+""OH!"" My sharp intake of breath caught Jan-Dirk's attention.
+""Not yet?"" he muttered quietly, all his attention on the shore and the missing light.
+""There, Jan-Dirk, there it is!"" Etienne called out, her hand squeezing me reassuringly. I relaxed against her and felt her relax as well.
+""Aha! So you were a little tense too! I thought it was only me.""
+""Ha, .......... Yes, it is a little tense at times like this. I could feel your tenseness ...."" She said, a smile spread over her lovely face. I giggled, and her hand slipped low on my back and looped inside the belt of my shorts and just touched the crease of my bottom.
+I don't think I had ever been so happy. And yet, I was unsure of what this was all about. Her hands on my body were delightful, but I wasn't sure if I should be allowing myself to enjoy it or not.
+""Ya! We are past the rocks now!"" Jan-Dirk whooped his relief. ""Now who wants to steer the boat? No one? Then, Etienne, you should show Erica the fireworks! Eh?""
+""Oh, ....... Yes. Want to see the fireworks of the boat, Erica? Come!"" She lead the way along the safety wire toward the bow. We stood together, hanging onto the forestay for balance. Etienne stood behind me, her arms around me as we stood on the bow the cool night breeze blowing our hair. And there, surrounded by her arms and leaning against her warm body, I saw it. The phosphorescence streaking back along the bow wave like a thousand tiny fireflies swept aside by the prow of the boat. It was exquisite. Beautiful. Exciting. I wasn't sure what was the most exciting, the tiny microorganisms being swept aside, excited into glowing light by the boat's headlong flight, or by Etienne's breath against my cheek.
+""I am sorry,"" she said into my ear. ""We were too noisy last night. You heard, yes?""
+""It's OK,"" I murmured. ""I should apologize for listening, shouldn't I?""
+""No, of course not!""
+We stared at the fireworks show, hushed by the beauty of it all.
+""Actually, .......... Uhhhh. I enjoyed it. Is that ...terrible of me?""
+""Did you? MMmmm, no I like that. I mean that you enjoyed it too. You knew I spoke loudly ...... so you would hear?""
+""Yes, I was sure. It was, somehow, very exciting, ... thinking of you.""
+Etienne's hands were over my tummy and mound now, pressing me close.
+""Jan-Dirk was a little mad at me. He does not like to be such an exhibitionist as I am sometimes."" She giggled. I laughed at her teasing. ""But I forgive him, he is good at making love except for that!""  
+Suddenly confident, I moved one of her hands up to my breasts and languished against her, loving the pleasure of her firm caress on my breast.
+""Come on, you don't look like a suitable decoration for the boat with that windbreaker on. She unzipped it and tossed it through the hatch into my cabin, then stripped off my shirt - amid mild protest - and then quickly unsnapped my bra. I was bare in the cool night air, my nipples jutting out, leading the way through the night. Her hard nipples let me know that she too had tossed her clothes below. We stood enjoying the cool air sweeping over us. It was like a lovely cool bath on a hot summer day, only much more refreshing. It was truly exhilarating.
+Etienne unsnapped my shorts now and slipped them down by legs. She gently fondled me through my panties. Her hands coursed over my mound and then squeezed my bottom sensually, slipping over my ample roundness. Her thumbs hooked under the waistband and slipped the silky garment to my feet and tossed it below.
+I turned toward her and made a big show of stripping her of her blouse, exposing her lovely breasts, their dark nipples contrasting even here in the dark. I unbuttoned her shorts, and slipped them off, kneeling before her. My face was close in front of her mound, bulging so opulently in the white panties. I could smell her scent mixed with the freshness of the sea breeze. Slowly, I pulled the panties down her body, staring at the patch of curls which I exposed. I pressed my lips against them and nuzzled against her body, sucking in her scent. I felt wonderfully naughty and refreshingly in love.
+We clung to the forestay, our naked bodies touching, watching the waves scudding under our bow. It was a feeling of intense freedom, enhanced by the twinkling of the distant stars.
+""Here, let me show you ......... a new experience.""
+Etienne helped me up to sit astride the bow pulpit, facing toward the back of the boat, my legs spread and hooked in the railing on the side.
+""There, how is that, my dear?""
+""Wow! I love it."" The spray from the bow cooled my bottom and Etienne knelt before me, holding my waist, reassuring me.
+I realized that I was open to her, and yet I felt completely comfortable and secure. It was spectacular. I lay back looking up into the whiteness of the sales, ghostlike, sailing on the wind.
+""Erica. You are so lovely, my dear.""
+I heard her say it and another kind of shiver rippled down my body. While I watched the stars disappear and reappear behind the huge sails, I felt her lips on my pussy. Not looking down, I opened my legs even more welcoming her. Her tongue fondled me, sliding down along the length of my labia and then up the other side, washing my clitoris in the rich moisture her tongue brought from deep along the crease of my body. Again and again, I felt her warmth, exploring me, teasing me, loving me. I moved forward happily, urging her for more. The pleasure washed over me like the ocean sweeping past below us. I felt my wetness increasing and surrounding her face, I was practically flowing now, so excited was I by her caressing tongue.
+My legs clamped tight on her cheeks and a deep, throbbing orgasm gripped me. I felt her hands sooth me, fondling my bottom as she twisted her head slowly from side to side urging more pleasure onto my eager, sopping vulva. As the spasms of my orgasm subsided, I felt limp as a dishrag and welcomed her helping hand as I disentangled myself from the railing and slipped into her arms. Our breasts pressed together luxuriously.
+""It was good, .... Yes?"" she said, not quite a question.
+""Wonderful!"" I clutched her closer, feeling my nipples rewarded with the softness of her breasts against me.
+""Come, we have to see if the Captain needs anything!"" she said. ""I think he may want us, what do you think?"" she laughed and grinned mischievously at me.
+We rejoined Jan-Dirk in the cockpit. Etienne was obvious in her happiness. ""We had a nice time while you steered through the night! The phosphorescence was delightful and so were we!"" Etienne's infective laughter engulfed the three of us.
+""I can see that there must have been some pleasure involved!"" he said, his eyes probing our nakedness. ""So, come here then, I let you steer awhile!"" His Dutch accented English was charming and endearing, I thought. I sat behind him as Etienne joined him at the wheel. They stood kissing, both holding the wheel.
+""You don't mind us getting comfortable, then?"" she chided.
+""Mmmmph, no, not me. I like it!"" he laughed.
+Somehow I felt tender about this big silent man and I slipped my hand up along the inside of his hairy leg, exploring just under the leg of his shorts. We sailed on for awhile longer, the Captain being fondled and pleasured by two nymphs from the sea, as Jan-Dirk phrased it. And then at last we found our anchorage and began the quiet business of picking our way into the darkened cove. The moon had risen now and we had a little more light, so we were quickly secured and sitting in a path of moonlight, enjoying wine and snacks under a favorable sky full of twinkling stars.
+""Time for bed, you think?"" Jan-Dirk said at last when we had been silent for fifteen minutes or so.
+""Yes, I think so, too."" She said. ""Erica, would you, ........ would you like to come too? I mean, we could be quite comfortable in the main cabin. No need to be lonely up in the front. You think? OK Jan-Dirk?""
+""Uh, yes, sure,"" he muttered quietly. ""Yes.""
+Etienne looked at me questioningly.
+""What do you think?""
+I thought a moment before replying.
+""Well, ..... yes, I think so, I think I would like it, really.""
+I wondered exactly what this would mean, but decided it would just happen naturally and followed them below.
+We went about our teeth-brushing chores, milling around and bumping into each other in the close quarters of the cabin. Etienne, stood before Jan-Dirk and opened his shirt. She invited me to help and we alternated buttons, our hands fondling his hairy chest, until his shirt was discarded. Each of us unlaced and removed one of his shoes and knelt before him, unsnapping his shorts and dropping them down his legs in the dim overhead light of the main cabin. His excitement was now obvious, as his prick prodded against the snug knit bikini briefs which emphasized his considerable size.
+The pouch was round and extended with his balls and cock all in a package before us. Etienne took one side and I took the other and his briefs were slipped slowly away from his body, letting his cock leap like a coiled spring, suddenly freed. It jutted straight out, long and thick between our faces. Etienne leaned forward and kissed the looming head as it menaced us from above. She took my hand and I watched as her lips opened to invite Jan-Dirk's cock into her mouth. His breath was sharp as he gasped slightly.
+""Ohhh, ...... yes!""
+One of the things I have discovered over these many years is that you must always be sure to allow happiness to find you. The only things I have regretted in my life have been times when I allowed my conservative inner self to talk myself out of an adventure. Where trepidation took over, I have lost an opportunity.
+This was the first time I recall understanding this lesson. I was unsure what this was to be like, all three of us together in a bed. Obviously we would make love, but how, and who, and so forth. I was terribly excited by the possibilities, but I hardly knew what those possibilities were at that point in my life. My heart was pounding as I watched Etienne make love to Jan-Dirk's lovely cock, which now glistened in the subdued moonlight streaming in through the open hatch above his head. The hatch was like an open door to the universe, his shadow outlined against the bright bespangled sky.
+Now Etienne stood and pulled me toward the cabin and Jan-Dirk followed. We lay apart on the Queen sized bunk and watched as Jan-Dirk climbed between us. Softly we snuggled against him as he lay face down on the bunk. I felt his hand find my bottom and roam over it. It felt thrillingly sensual; he was gentle and made light tickling passes back and forth across the crease of my ass. The first of many shudders of pleasure ran from my groin through the rest of my body.
+Etienne at last urged him onto his back and his cock stood tall like the mast. I watched as she bent over it and took it into her mouth once again. Jan-Dirk moaned with pleasure. Etienne's breasts hanging straight down from her chest looked lovely and I reached to lift their weight in my two hands.
+""Mmmm, "" she murmured.
+I pulled her pendulous breast toward me and kissed along the lovely curve until I found the long nipple. I happily suckled at her breast and listened as her moans throbbed around his shaft.
+We played together, touching softly, exploring each other. Soon, Etienne lay between us and our hands joined under the softness between her legs. Jan- Dirk's hands were strong and masculine and he slowly fondled my hand as the two of us fondled Etienne's soft, plump pussy. I could feel her pulse throbbing against my wrist and then her moistness as the length of our hands slipped into the open split between her legs. It felt lovely, and Etienne moaned softly against my lips as her hands squeezed my breasts.
+My arm was around Etienne and I felt Jan-Dirk press his hairy chest against my hand. My fingers found his nipple and I squeezed firmly and felt him wriggle against Etienne.
+Etienne's tongue was in my mouth and I welcomed her exploration, sucking on the length of her, deep in my mouth. She fucked her tongue back and forth slowly and sensually. I tingled with pleasure as the sweetness of her tongue twirled around my own and her hands taught my nipples what it meant to be properly loved. Her thigh slipped between my own and I snuggled the pouty lips of my pussy against her warmth.
+""Erica, dear, put him inside me now, darling; stay close to me, my darling!""
+Etienne's voice was hoarse and urgent, her breath sweet in my nostrils, and once again I shuddered at her suggestion. She moved over him, her legs straddling him; obediently, I reached between her legs and found his large, firm cock. I smoothed and fondled it, feeling the ridge deep and taut just behind the bulging head. Then, taking the bludgeon-like bluntness in the palm of my hand, I soothed the pre-cum over the head, preparing it for Etienne's precious pussy.
+I smoothed it along the length of her soft lips. The taut curls of her mound brushed against my wrist. My fingers straddling the crease behind the knob, I brought his big cock slowly, deeper into her wet slit. His cock spread her lips, touched her clitoris. I rubbed the deep cleft at the tip of his prick against my darling's jutting clitoris, teasing both of them with pleasure. I heard him moan with urgency and felt Etienne reach for him with her body. I guided the tall shaft properly to the gates of her opening.
+""OH!""
+I heard my own excitement as he suddenly pressed into her. It was a quick thorough move and his cockhead was gone, deep into her softness. I held my hand so that he thrust between my fingers and into Etienne. Her wetness flooded my fingers and I felt her body pressing my hand between her wet mound and his pubic bone.
+""Yes!"" she moaned rather loudly. ""YES!""
+With my hand holding her mound, I became a part of their fucking, as Etienne thrust against both of us, pleasing both of us at the same moment. Etienne was thrusting wildly now, her breasts bobbing with the enthusiasm of her movement. Again and again her pussy swallowed his shaft and each time I squeezed my love against her pussy. With my other hand, I found his balls and toyed with them, feeling their tension. I slipped a finger into his anus and heard his gasp of pleasure. With my urging, he thrust deep into her pussy, meeting her thrust with an equally aggressive invasion of her deep vagina.
+I felt him tense his legs, thrusting harder against her. I knew he was about to spurt his cum deep into my darling's pussy. Then his body went rigid with the tension of his raging need and the release as his balls propelled shot after shot up the long shaft and deep into her. My hand was soon covered with Jan-Dirk's hot cum dripping from Etienne's still thrusting vagina. She screamed her release and relaxed to a slow movement against his softening cock, my hand still pressed tightly between their damp bodies.
+She rolled off his now-satiated body and into my arms. Her body was slick with the perspiration of her exertion and her breath came in short pants against my cheek. Her lips found my ear.
+""Ohhh, cheri!"" she whispered, ""you are wonderful!""
+I held her close and fondled her as her own rocketing orgasm slowly subsided. She writhed gently against my thigh as I slipped it between her legs and felt more of Jan-Dirk's cum slipping from her moist softness.
+Jan-Dirk was spent and no good to her now.
+It was me that she needed now to soothe her and bring her down to earth slowly.
+I caressed her breasts and suckled nipples, my hands trying to express the gentle love I felt for her at this moment. Our pubic mounds pressed against each other. Etienne kissed me again and again I felt once more the rough sensuousness of her tongue dueling gently with my own.
+There were to be many, many more nights to come as our love and pleasure were deepened and honed to a fine easy purity there in the Agean sea.
+And, ...oh, yes, the sketch that prompted my reverie tonight? That was one that Jan-Dirk drew as I stood hanging onto the forestay musing over the pleasure I had found. It is the same one I use as the logo of my website which is dedicated to the beauty of sensual love."
+209,Memoirs of a Lady Ch. 05,cymbidia,Chain Stories,2001-06-11,2001-06-11,2022-01-08 03:52:17,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/memoirs-of-a-lady-ch-05,Perfect Damask roses bring back memories.,"['Brushed Soft', 'Cristoforo Medici', 'Door Erica', 'Erica Entered', 'Erica Nodded', 'Eyes Holding', 'Fury Storm', 'Place Desk', 'Time Live', 'Velvet Collar']",4.55,"_Other pleasures...   And I've known many...   Afternoons   In warm Venetian squares,   Brief encounters,   Long siestas...   Pleasures old and new   Can't compare with you._
+Wearing only a white silk peignoir, Erica entered her study. Playful mid- morning breezes fluttered the sheer drapes as she moved toward the long windows. She rested against the sill, looking out over the calm blue-green Mediterranean Sea and watched a small white sailboat glide lightly over the water.
+From the depths of her memories came the joy she’d felt during her few unencumbered and carefree days on the Olympus with Jan-Dirk and Etienne so long ago. Ah! How hedonistic they’d been for that short time, the three of them. She slid the tips of her fingers over her suddenly erect nipples, remembering how the watery sounds of the desolate cove in which they’d anchored for the night had mimicked the wet slapping sounds of their bodies coming together and parting. This remote part of the Italian Riviera had some of the wild beauty of that unnamed Greek cove and was part of the reason she’d chosen to live here.
+A glad smile lit her face as her gaze settled on the roses growing just below the window. Planted in masses all over her property, they were finally blooming. She always looked forward to the early summer show of silvery pink blossoms that characterized her prized Autumn Damask roses. Leaning out the window, she inhaled delicately, delighting in the deeply scented air. She’d long had their essence incorporated into her personalized perfume but nothing could compare to the real thing.
+Settling lightly into the embrace of the antique cane-backed chair, she took her place at her desk. The day would be special in some way, she was sure. After all, the roses were in bloom! Smiling again, she reached out to touch one of the perfect Damask roses in their heavy crystal bowl at the corner of her desk.
+The mail had come, and her assistant, Suzette, had placed it on an etched silver tray in the center of her desk. She sorted through it quickly before slipping a large manila envelope from the pile. It bore the return address of Andrew Norton, a man she hadn’t thought of in many years.
+Erica touched the handwritten name in the upper left corner. Deeply emotional thoughts surged forth from a long-closed compartment in her armoire of memories, from the niche that contained her still-powerful feelings for Andrew. She remembered a tall, broad-shouldered man with emotional green eyes and thick black hair. His air of calm confidence had attracted her from the moment she’d met him.
+Using the mahogany-handled letter opener with fluid grace, she opened the envelope. She sucked in a startled breath when a small white T-shirt slid from the envelope and dropped into her lap. Pressing the shirt to her face and nuzzling into it, a flood of bittersweet memories washed through her, memories so real and strong that the room around her dimmed. Standing, she impulsively pulled her silk garment off and donned the soft cotton T-shirt. Her fingers lingered over the tips of her breasts, remembering his touch there. Settling back into the chair, she fastened hungry eyes on the brief letter.
+The handwriting was boldly masculine, the ink a stark black against the creamy thickness of the paper.
+ _My dear Erica,_
+ _I trust this message finds you well. I hear news of you every so often from people we know in common and trust that your life is as good to you now as it was when we spent our few days together. Can you believe it’s been so many years since then?_
+ _I’ve always hoped you would remember our time together with joy and that you never regretted leaving me to fulfill the obligations you had to another. I wished I could have kept you by my side forever, Erica, but the more honorable course lay before us and we never had a real choice in the matter. I’ve missed you, though, and believe you’ve missed me too. Ours could have been a great love._
+ _What is done, however, is done. All those years ago, I opened my hands and let you fly away. I didn’t want to do it, and hated having to choose to let you go, but I did it nonetheless. For you._
+ _Recently, I was sorting through a box of old mementos and came across the enclosed T-shirt. It’s most definitely yours, darlin’. You must have recognized it when it came sliding from the envelope with this letter, didn’t you? It’s where we began, this T-shirt, with this and the roses._
+ _Off and on through the years, I’ve wondered if there might be another chance for us. If so, might that which passes between us be a match for our first incredibly emotional and erotic time together? People only get a few such hours in their lives, you know, Erica, hours stolen from the Gods themselves._       _Love always,_    _Andrew_
+With a slightly trembling finger, Erica again touched the thin cotton as it clung like a kiss to the swells of her breasts. Oh yes, she remembered Andrew.
+She’d been so young then, and still so innocent in the ways of passionate men. During their last angry and sad weeks together, the professor had sent her to the wilds of the southwestern United States. He wanted her to be a friend to his friend, a landscape artist of international repute, while the man was recuperating from a serious surgery. She knew, however, that she was being sent away to begin the separation process from the professor, a process that would culminate in her joining Cristoforo De Medici, he who would be her new benefactor.
+Summer was just beginning when she went to stay with Albert Windings, the professor’s friend. During her long journey from the professor’s side to Albert’s home, she cried until she was empty. She shed aching tears for lost love, wept feelings of furious abandonment, and sobbed brokenheartedly like a hurt child.
+The serenity and beauty of her small study faded away under the painful recollections of that bitter journey. Long suppressed bereavement stabbed into her soul, still a wounding anguish.
+Surrendering to the memories, she again stood on the platform of the dingy little railroad station in Baker, California, watching the train vanish into the desert haze. Or was it just the tears blurring her vision? Erica took a deep breath, and looked around for her promised ride.
+The only person in sight didn't look much like a chauffeur. While Erica looked at him covertly, he started toward her, smiling.
+""Señorita Erica, por favor?"" the scruffy little Mexican asked.
+""Yes. Yes I am Erica. Are you to take me to Mr. Windings?""
+""Si! Si! Señor Windings! Usted vendrá con mí, por favor? You come with me, yes?""
+Erica nodded and watched listlessly as the driver gathered her bags. He led her to a large dusty Cadillac parked by the station house and opened the back door for her with a flourish.
+Since she spoke no Spanish and his English seemed to be limited to, ""I take you Señor Windings, maybe six hour,"" she settled into the spacious back seat, resigned to a long, lonely ride. _A fitting end to this entire trip_ , she thought, the words a distressed rippling through her mind.
+Exhausted, emotions raw and sore, she let her eyes slide, unresisting, along the alien desert landscape as the driver delivered her into exile. Heart-sore and weary, she barely noticed when the car turned off the highway and began rolling down a well-maintained dirt road. The lights that twinkled from a long, low house as they pulled up in front of it caught her attention though. It was the first sign of habitation she’d seen in a while.
+The taciturn driver slowed the car, stopped it, and turned it off. He faced her then, smiling over the seat at her. “Éste es Señor Winding's casa, Señorita. You come, yes?”
+Erica nodded soberly to him and gathered her things. “Thank you. You were a good driver.”
+He leaped out of the car and opened her door, taking her hand to help her out. He looked at the sky and pointed up. ""Hay una tempestad grande que viene. Bad rain. You come quick, yes? Venido rápidamente, Señorita, por favor. ""
+Erica nodded and clutched her thin sweater closer around her body. “I’m coming,” she muttered to his back as he disappeared down the long walkway into the house with her luggage.
+Following him, she was surprised to feel a couple raindrops pattering down on her skin. By the time she got to the door, it was sprinkling steadily. The driver sprinted by with another wave and was gone as Erica entered the house.
+“Mr. Windings?” she called, stepping over the threshold and into the foyer. “Albert?”
+Silence.
+Cautiously, Erica moved further into the house. “Mr. Windings?” she called, entering a room whose walls boasted paintings of the desert landscape in all its moods. Exhausted, she sank into the softness of a richly upholstered sofa and wondered if anyone would mind if she slept right there. She heard shuffling steps behind her, though, and got to her feet, trying for a smile as she turned.
+A very old man with the gray skin of the infirm smiled kindly at her as he continued into the room. An ancient robe clung to his thin shoulders and covered his cheerfully striped pajamas.
+“I’m Albert,” he said with a sunny smile. “Welcome to Tecopa Springs, Erica. Well, close to Tecopa Springs anyway. The Hot Springs are only another ten miles or so that way."" He gestured vaguely towards the front of the house. “I want to thank you for coming to keep me company. Please excuse my informality but, well, you know about the surgery. I don’t have many visitors these days, so you just make yourself at home, okay? Juan put your bags in the first room down the hall. That’ll be your room, dear.”
+Erica did her best to return the smile. “It’s my pleasure to be here, Mr. Windings. And Juan was very nice to me.”
+“Call me Albert, dear. The other makes me feel old.” He laughed at his joke, his eyes twinkling at her. His face changed and his tone sobered. “I know, Erica, that you’re here under duress but I want you to know that I appreciate your company nonetheless.”
+From almost over their heads, a brilliant slash of lightning lit the deep dusk outside the windows, a wildly threatening growl of thunder following almost immediately. The lights flickered several times before burning steadily once more. Erica glanced at her companion apprehensively.
+He dropped tiredly into a worn and comfortable-looking armchair. “It’s going to be a bad one, Erica. I have a neighbor coming in to help get all my animals into the barn. Might need some help tightening things up in here, too, windows and such. Of course, what I’m most concerned about are all my paintings out in the studio. Wouldn’t do to have them flooded.” He coughed raggedly, moaned deeply, and a hand slid down to clutch into the robe over his stomach.
+Erica nodded in agreement, feeling warmed by Albert’s kindliness and alarmed by his frailness. “How can I help you, Albert?”
+More lightning, thunder immediately atop it. The lights went out.
+“Albert?”
+No answer.
+“Albert?” She was scared. “Albert? Are you here?” She put her hands out into the deep gloom and took a few unsure steps over to his chair.
+He was still there, but slumped over and unconscious. She heard the front door crash open, and heard the wild fury of the storm raging outside before it slammed closed again.
+“Help!” she yelled, her voice sounding too small in the darkness. “Albert is hurt. Help me please!”
+A large body wielding a bright flashlight shouldered her out of the way. “Hold this,” he told her tersely, his tone one of someone who is used to being obeyed, as he shoved the light into her hands. She grasped it tightly, reassured by his presence. Careful to not shine it in his face, she watched the shadowy form of the man, large wet and calm, despite the raging storm and Albert’s condition, ease Albert out of the chair like he was a small child. As the man headed back toward the door, he told Erica to “keep the light in front of my feet, please”. Erica hurried to catch up, to try to do that. Within a few minutes, he’d gotten Albert out the door and handed him off to someone with terse instructions to, ""Get the old man to Doc Denney’s place. Now.”.
+Erica stood nearby, shivering in the driving rain, flinching at each booming explosion of thunder and lightning but unwilling to go back into the dark empty house alone.
+The man set a few others to rounding up and securing Albert’s animals and insuring that the contents of his studio were safe from the fury of the storm. Then he turned to Erica.
+“You’re that art student girl, right? Erica?” He’d pulled her into the dark foyer and was standing closer than she found comfortable, even in the dark.
+“Yes,” she answered, stepping back.
+“Well, Erica, you can’t stay here. Albert’s gonna be staying with Doc Denney for a while, I think, and there’s no power here. I’ve got heat and light at my house. You want to come spend the night there until we can decide what to do with you in the morning?” He moved toward her and wrapped a big arm around her shoulder. ""You look like you could use some sleep, darlin’.”
+Erica was close to crying again. Her heartache over the professor seemed almost distant in the midst of such immediate drama but she was far too exhausted to be dealing with all this in any case. The traveling had been so difficult and all the weather-related anxiety was making her feel jumpy and skittish. She needed some sleep.
+“Thank you,” she answered simply, a tremulous edge of deep weariness apparent in her words. “Yes. I’m really tired.”
+He guided her to his jeep and then picked his way through the crashing wild weather to a solidly built home about ten miles further up the road.
+Running through the rain and into his house was almost too much for her. Fatigue was definitely affecting her ability to function. She felt awkward and clumsy as she tagged behind him into a bedroom off the living room. She waited, silent and immobile, while he turned the bed down for her and made sure there were towels in the bathroom. Distantly, she noticed her wet clothing dripping all over his carpet but couldn’t work up the energy to care about it. Her head was hanging low, her eyes were half-closed, and she was wavering into sleep where she stood.
+Returning to her side, he placed a steadying hand on her shoulder and extended the other hand under her nose so she would see it. “Hi, Erica,” he greeted her quietly. “I’m Andrew.”
+Startled by his touch, roused from her almost-sleeping state, she summoned the dregs of her strength, grasped his hand, and lifted her head to offer him a wan smile. “Hello Andrew. Do you think Albert’s going to be all right?” To her horror, tears began to slide down her cheeks. “I’m sorry. I’m pretty much all worn out.”
+Andrew simply shook her hand, lending her warmth and strength, and ignored the tears. “Albert’s had these spells before. He’ll be fine in a few days. But we'd better get you to bed, Erica, before you fall over. You want one of my shirts to sleep in?” He squeezed her shoulder gently and released her hand. “There’s a robe in the bathroom you could use, too.”
+Erica managed a weak smile and used the freed hand to scrub at her face, trying to mop away the tears. “I don’t know right now, Andrew. Please, I really just want to go to sleep.”
+He leaned over to kiss her cheek gently. She stilled in surprise at the stab of heat that accompanied the light brush of his lips against her cold skin.
+“Good night, then, darlin’,” he whispered, each word warm against her cheek. “Everything will be better in the morning. I promise. Trust me, Erica. Trust me.”
+He strode out the door. Erica stripped her wet clothing off, piled it into the bathtub, and slipped into bed nude. She was asleep before her eyelids dropped closed.
+~~~
+Upon waking, Erica took a short bath and worried about where she would be moving today. She wondered if she should call the professor to get his advice. Her cheeks flared with a stabbing sense of rejection when she remembered that he’d gone to Florence to finalize the arrangements with Cristoforo. Her tummy rumbled, prosaically reminding her that it had been some time since she’d eaten. She slipped into the robe Andrew had left her before setting out in search of the kitchen.
+Passing through the expansive, light-filled living room, she stopped suddenly. A strikingly detailed terra-cotta nude reclining on a pedestal had seized her attention. She moved closer. Careful overhead lighting illuminated the signature. It was a Casarotti, an extremely rare example of the work he’d done in this medium. She’d never seen this piece outside the pages of specialized art history books. No one had.
+Andrew came up next to her and stood quietly, his body almost touching hers. “It’s called ‘Sleeping Beauty.’ Appropriate, don’t you think?”
+He put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her lightly back against his body. She was shocked at the intimacy of his touch and stood very still. The warmth from his lightly caressing hands set her nerves aflame. “It was finished in 1917 and has been in the hands of private collectors since then.”
+She decided to make no mention of the touching when she finally found the courage to slip from his grasp. Instead, she turned to face him with a pasted- on smile. “You’re a collector?” The smile died and she gasped audibly at the flame of desire that leap from him to her as she met his eyes.
+""I collect many things, Erica,” he murmured, raising his hand to touch her cheek, stroking over her suddenly sensitized skin with gently caressing fingers. “I collect the secrets of weeping women, too -- and make the nightmares go away.”
+Wanting to cool the flaming intensity that was flowing from him to her, she took a step back and bumped the pedestal. “Oh God!” she swore, turning to steady it.
+He reached around to cover her hands and pressed her body between his and the pedestal. She went still again, his weight requiring it of her. “It’s bolted to the floor, darlin’.” Easing her hands off the marble structure, he turned her to face him. He loomed over her, the intensity banked but still smoldering.
+“Want some breakfast? I’m good with omelets.”
+Erica nodded cautiously in response. Feeling oddly emboldened by his touch and her reaction to it; she took her first real look at him. He was rather ordinary in appearance though he possessed elements of the exceptional. His green eyes were expressive and intelligent. Long, coal-black hair flowed down to his shoulders. A diamond twinkled from the lobe of one ear. He was a tall man, with broad shoulders and well-developed arms. Clean, smooth nails tipped his large hands.
+He watched her watching him, allowing her the time. “See anything you like?” he asked quietly.
+She blushed and tried to pull her hand from his but he slid an arm over her shoulder and led her into the kitchen instead.
+Over breakfast, they discussed the fact that she had nowhere to go and no one waiting for her to get there. He offered her his guestroom for as long as she desired it. She worried that she had nothing to wear because her clothes were still back at Albert’s.
+“You know,” he said, his hand brushing over hers as he passed her a basket of croissants, “there might be some women’s clothing in your room”.
+“Yes?” she asked, her eyes fixed on a place just to the left side of his head. He’d caught her staring at his face a couple times already and she was determined not to let it happen again.
+“Valerie was about your size, Erica, and I think she left some clothes in the room you’re using.”
+“Valerie?”
+“The last resident of your room.” He smiled and reached out to tuck a stray wisp of her hair back. “She’s been gone for awhile now.” His finger traced the shell of her ear and she shivered away from his light touch. “She wasn’t of great importance to me.”  
+Her eyes flicked to his and saw that he was watching her closely while his fingers played with the place where her robe met the skin of her neck. “I’ll make a run to Albert’s for your things in a while, okay? For now, please feel free to wear whatever you can find in your room.” He smiled, a predatory sort of smile, and reached beneath the table to tug at the sash holding her robe closed. “Or you can just keep wearing this robe.”
+Pulling against his fingers, pulling her robe tighter around her body, she accepted his offer of the clothes she might find in her room. “But only,” she warned, “until I get own things.”
+They continued with breakfast companionably enough, even though an odd and hard-edged sexual tension flexed between them and grew more pronounced with each passing minute.
+Once, without asking, he leaned over to slide a finger across her lips and down her throat. “Crumbs,” he whispered, his eyes holding hers, “are tragic on such beautiful lips.”
+She lowered her eyes to her plate, alarmed and aroused at the wild response his light touch and few words had immediately incited.
+When they were finished eating, he came around behind her and brushed the robe off one of her shoulders to kiss where the robe had been. His lips moved possessively over her skin while she sat completely still, barely breathing. Gooseflesh followed his touch. She was chaotically aroused but sat quietly, fingers knotted into her napkin. Her body was responding to the need surging between them but she tried to deny him the knowledge of her response. He licked across her racing jugular with the tip of a hot tongue.
+“You will be mine,” he promised, the words little more than warm breath against her frantically throbbing pulse.
+Erica could barely think coherently, let alone formulate a politely worded refusal.
+“I’m going to Albert’s,” he informed her, stepping away, a warmly intimate tone in his words. “I need to be sure everything is okay there.” His voice dropped to a low growl. “You’ll be mine when I return, Erica.”
+Erica gasped aloud at the arrogant presumption of his words while internally, her pulse soared and slippery fluids surged and collected between her thighs.
+“Make yourself at home, darlin’.” He brushed a soft kiss across her parted, startled lips before he disappeared out the kitchen door.
+Erica remained seated, lifting her fingers to move them across her lips for a few seconds. Her hand slid under the shoulder of her robe and rubbed gently against the spot he had kissed. Distractedly, she got to her feet and returned to her room, pausing only briefly to look at the glory of “Sleeping Beauty” once more.
+Remembering his suggestion, wishing for some distraction, she inspected the clothing in her room. Dismayed, she concluded that there was very little here and certainly nothing except some sexy workout-type stuff. Reluctantly, she slipped one of the small white t-shirts over her head and then pulled on a pair of clingy Lycra shorts.
+“Oh no,” she breathed, staring at her reflection in the mirror on the closet door. The tiny shirt hung trembling from the tips of her erect nipples, leaving the under swell of each creamy mound completely exposed. “I can’t wear this.”
+She brightened. _Andrew has clothes, doesn’t he?_ she thought with a sense of triumph. _He’s got real clothes, regular clothes._
+ _It doesn’t even matter that he’s so big. A too-big T-shirt is much more comfortable anyway._ Her hands slid up from her hips and came to rest on her waist. _Besides, a big shirt would cover these skintight shorts._
+Turning, watching her reflection in the full-length mirror, she frowned at how the T-shirt clung to her body. _I can’t wear this with all that wild sexuality flowing between us._
+Taking a big breath, she turned toward the door. _Since he’s out checking on things at Albert’s place,_ she decided. _This is the perfect time to take a quick look through his closet and grab a shirt._
+Not giving herself time to chicken out, she moved down the hall and peered into each room as she came to its door. As she’d expected, his – and it had to be his – was the last door she came to. Looking back up the hallway guiltily, though she knew she was alone, she slipped through the door into his room. She leaned back against the closed door, paused to catch her breath, and looked around curiously.
+A few carefully chosen art pieces hung on the walls and Erica’s eyes widened to see a Modigliani on one wall. _That can't be an original!_ she thought, and then, _Can it?_
+ _He cares about art,_ approval threaded through her thoughts. She detoured to smell the delicately pink roses massed in a cut-glass bowl on his desk. _And he likes roses._ She smiled, surprised by their perfect scent. _I wonder what variety these are?_
+Turning away, she moved purposefully toward what had to be the closet. _What an interesting man Andrew is._ She felt her unexpected attraction to him warm her soul, like a down comforter in the deep winter night. She stopped in mid- stride as a wash of guilt swamped her brighter emotions.
+They were from different worlds, she and Andrew. Besides, she belonged to another, one who was giving her to yet a third. Her honor required that she proceed with the contract already formalized between the professor and Cristoforo De Medici.
+Aching for the kind of deep and mutual bonding with a man that must be possible; she pressed her palms to her eyes and wiped away the hot tears spilling down her cheeks. That sort of alliance, that mutual flowering of trust between two, was likely very rare. She would never have such a love. Squaring her shoulders, she reached for the closet door.
+The light came on as she entered and the rich scent of cedar enveloped her awareness. The large closet, deeper than wide, was paneled with the wood. Erica breathed in deeply; cedar was one of her favorite scents.
+To her right, a number of drawers were built into the walls of the closet. She opened and closed a few of them in her hunt for shirts. Pausing, heat rising into her cheeks, she stilled when she opened one near the bottom that contained…well, she wasn’t sure what the items were, quite frankly, but they were made of metal and leather, and had straps and buckles and big rings attached. Closing that drawer, she couldn’t contain the frisson of excitement that wound into her body at the sight of those…fastenings. She’d played a few gentle bondage games with the professor but he wasn’t interested in more. She thought she might be.
+Suddenly she felt distinctly anxious; her foray into his closet wasn’t right. She didn’t have his permission to be here and shame scoured through her. No self-respecting guest would engage in this kind of activity. Technically, she was going to steal from him.
+Another quick glance down at the skimpy little T-shirt convinced her that she needed to borrow one of his shirts. She was just going to borrow it, not steal it. She decided to get one and get back to her room before he came home. She’d confess the minute she saw him. He’d know anyway.
+At random, she opened a drawer near the top and breathed out a relieved, “Yesss…” when she recognized neat stacks of plain, work-type T-shirts. She inspected a couple of tags; all the shirts were 100% cotton and size XL. Good.
+Stripping off the wispy little thing she’d found in her room, she tossed it over her shoulder toward the doorway, her attention fixed on the shirts in the drawer. Near the bottom, she found a white one that felt good against her hands. Holding it up, she saw that it was worn and soft but free of stains and holes.
+“Perfect,” she purred. Shrugging into the soft garment, she rose to her feet and turned to check her reflection in the mirror against the door.
+“Oh no,” she shrieked taking a large step backwards and bumping into the tie rack. Andrew, his arms crossed, was leaning against the frame of the doorway watching her. “How long have you been there?”
+“I have a question for you, too,” he replied evenly. “What are you doing here?’”
+She straightened her shoulders and tried not to look guilty. “Did you watch me when I changed?”
+He just cocked an eyebrow at her.
+“Don’t you think you should have let me know you were there,” she asked quietly, feeling like a thief, “instead of just…just…peeping at me?
+“Don’t you think you should have asked before you went rummaging through my closet?”
+“Yes,” she admitted, her eyes finding a resting place on his chest, “and I beg your pardon for being here without your permission. I should have asked, Andrew, but you were at Albert’s and I needed to borrow a shirt. I didn’t think you’d mind.” She flicked a glance up at him. “It wasn’t right of you to stand there and watch me like that.”
+“Did you check the closet in your room before you decided to make a raid on my shirts?”
+She bent to scoop the little shirt from the floor and extended it toward him as it dangled from her fingers. “This is from the closet in my room but I felt a little uncomfortable in it. Sort of exposed, if you catch my meaning. There were no other shirts from which to choose.”
+His eyes stroked her body. “Maybe if you wore something between your clothes and your skin every once in a while you wouldn’t feel so exposed,” he suggested softly.
+Flushing, she stepped toward him and poked a finger into the middle of his chest. “It was wrong of you to watch me like that, Andrew, and you know it.”
+He pressed her hand flat. Through the soft denim of his shirt, she felt the heat of his body and the heavy thumping of his heart. The scent of clean male skin filled her nostrils. He groaned, quietly. She looked up, startled by the sound. He was looking down at her steadily, heat flaring in his eyes.
+His free hand trailed up her arm leaving puckered skin in its wake. “You have beautiful breasts, Erica,” he said. Slowly and deliberately, his eyes holding hers, his fingers whispered down over the front of the worn tee shirt to touch and cover one of her breasts.
+Her nipple peaked hard against his palm through the thin material. Her dismay was overtaken by the immediate and pressing surge of arousal flooding her senses. She was intensely aware of Andrew’s palm on the tender tip of her breast. He moved his hand and then it was his fingers stroking her nipple through the worn shirt. Still holding her eyes, he bracketed the hard point between two fingers and pulled. Heat flooded her in great waves and she gasped his name.
+Swiftly, not giving her time to pull away, he leaned to fasten his mouth over the erect bud. Through the thin cotton, she felt his teeth scrape and pull the sensitive nub, once, twice, three times, and she shivered at the wild desire that radiated from his mouth to her core. He raised his head, his fingers again teasing where his teeth had just been, and lowered his mouth to hers.
+“Andrew, we can’t! I can’t!” Erica whispered, confusion and alarm fighting a tsunami of desire and the urgent demands of her body.
+Andrew slid his arms around her waist and cupped the softness of her buttocks as he pulled her body tightly against his. She felt the length of his arousal pressing into her hip and the wild throbbing of his heart under her fingertips.
+His tongue teased the corners of her closed mouth and demanded her response. “I’ll bring you great pleasure, Erica, and ask only your honest response in return. She felt his words thrumming into her body and feeding her arousal.
+His lips heated the skin along her jaw. Her heartbeat raced to match the one beating under her hand. She wanted to stroke over the hard planes of his chest, to kiss him the way he was kissing her, but she couldn’t. She didn’t really know him and he was so intense, so demanding. Besides, she belonged to another, even if he didn’t want her anymore.
+He kissed along the edges of her face and she shivered with excitement at each caress. “Albert told me all about you, Erica,” he whispered, the words and kisses merging, “including the facts that the professor no longer wants you and you’ve never even met Cristoforo.”
+Gasping, she struggled to free herself from his arms but he held her more tightly, his body serving as both a prison and a refuge. His words came in waves then, powered by currents of arousal and heated need.
+“Erica. Listen to me. You’re here with me now and I want you. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.” His words were plain and urgent. “Open to me.”
+He leaned into her and his body pressed hard against hers. Again she felt the swollen length of him through their clothes and ached for the release he was offering. “I won’t hold you here when it’s time for you to go. I know you’ll go, and soon. But live with me for this short time. Live Erica, for yourself and for me. Be selfish, if only for a few days.”
+“Oh God,” she moaned, tears of aching hurt and frustrated need coursing down her face. She turned to him, just a small movement, seeking the tenuous security of the pleasure he was offering.
+“For now,” he whispered, taking small bites against her lips and tasting the corner of her mouth with his tongue, “you will be mine. Let me teach you a new way to love, darlin’.”
+He slanted his mouth over hers and closed the gap between them. Wildfire pulsed from Erica’s lips to the core of her body and she gasped at the mounting, spiraling pressure of his kiss.
+“Oh God, yes,” he rasped into her mouth, his fingers kneading almost painfully into her bottom, “open to me. Give yourself to me.” His tongue probed, questing, smoothing, and hunting an answering need in her.
+She whimpered; trapped by the hungry urgency and fierceness holding her against Andrew’s body.
+He heard the small sound and his body tightened again. “I need you,” he grated, the words rough and bald. Lowering his head, he took her mouth almost savagely, tearing past the slight part in her lips, opening her to his deep, hard kiss.
+Erica shivered as waves of passion that crashed and boomed through her body. He felt good, tasted good. She needed him, too.
+One hand moved up her hip and under the hem of the shirt. “I’m going to touch you in ways you’ve never been touched,” he promised thickly. “I want your response, freely given. I want your submission, for now, for what will be between us for these few days. Give that to me, Erica. Give me your obedience and your passion.”
+“What’s happening here, Andrew? What are you talking about?” she asked wildly, the words pouring from her lips into his mouth.
+He held her tightly with one arm while the other hand moved under her shirt, smoothing, touching, nails scratching and biting into her skin.
+“I’m the storm, Erica, and you’re the reed bending as I pass.”
+She moaned, the sound a mix of confusion and arousal. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t get enough air. Her legs were trembling and she felt like she was falling.
+Then he grasped her nipple tightly with a thumb and finger. She almost came apart. Waves of sensation like colored lightning flashed through her body to her very core.
+She screamed, a high, thin, short sound, and Andrew dropped his mouth to hers.
+“Come on,” he urged into her mouth. “For me. Now.”
+He twisted her nipple again, moving her from pleasure into pain, and she cried out again. His other hand snaked down and stroked hard between her shorts-clad legs, unerringly settling against her erect clit. She shouted hoarsely, her body undulating and her arms wound tightly around him. Fiercely pleasurable contractions robbed her of all coherent thought.
+After she had calmed a bit and was resting more quietly against him, he steadied her and stepped away. “Strip, please,” he ordered quietly, tersely. His chest was rising and falling, his tight control over the arousal boiling through his blood was obvious.
+Still shaking from the last errant tremors of her pleasure, she obeyed, though her fingers fumbled and her movements were slightly clumsy. When at last she was naked, she stood before him, head down, trembling.
+“Look at me.”
+She obeyed, blushing. He was standing very close and he leaned down to kiss her the way a man sure of his woman kisses.
+“You’re beautiful, Erica,” he told her, and she knew he meant it. “I’m going to teach you about the part of your sexuality that you probably don’t know much about, a part of you that needs someone like me to be whole.”
+“I don’t really know what you mean,” she confessed, her voice barely a whisper.
+He opened a small drawer and retrieved a length of black velvet. “You already and naturally bend to the wishes and desires of the one who holds your allegiance, darlin’. When that one also knows how to control and use your eroticism, and knows how to push you into a tandem exploration of the wild edges of your sexuality, he’s called a Dominant.”
+He brushed the soft black velvet strip across the tips of her tightly budded nipples. She gasped and stepped away but he pulled her back to her original position with one hand on her arm and stern look.
+“You’re a sexual submissive, Erica, at least now, with me, here. I’m a Dominant. Together, we’re whole. Together our needs match.”
+He fastened the length of velvet around her throat and she shivered with a return of hungry need. His fingertips brushed lightly against her skin before he palmed her breasts and squeezed hard into her pliant flesh.
+She gasped and trembled but didn’t move.
+“Good,” he whispered, releasing her. “You learn quickly.”
+Hesitantly, she reached up to touch the length of velvet. “What is this?”
+“It’s a collar, Erica, an item of great importance to both submissive and Dominant. It signifies my commitment to do you no harm, to use you for our mutual pleasure -- and to release you a more fully sexual woman at the end of our time together.”
+Her finger stroked the velvet. “And my responsibilities to you?”
+He brushed an errant strand of hair from her face and she shivered at the trailing heat from his fingers. “Honesty, Erica. That’s all. I require only your honesty in every way during every moment we are together.”
+Reaching into another drawer, he pulled a small pile of objects from it. He fastened her wrists and ankles into soft suede cuffs, speaking to her soothingly all the while and touching her nakedness with knowing fingers.
+Erica trembled under the sweeping tide of her turbulently sexual feelings and her need to submit to this man. His fingers pulled desire from her as though it was his by right. His words produced a dizzying current of throbbing response in her body. She’d never expressed her submission desires aloud to anyone and had only fantasized about them alone in the dark of night.
+Andrew was so assertive, physically and emotionally, and took from her an answering intensity as if it was his by right. But how could he know the darkest corner of her sexuality so easily, so intimately?
+When fully cuffed, he laid her on the floor of the cedar closet. The warmth of the thick Berber carpeting cushioned her nakedness but opened her body. It was obvious - to him, to her - that wanton desire ran madly through her flushed and overheated body.
+He attached lengths of chain to each cuff and fastened the ends of the chains to stout hooks set into the walls of the closet. Eventually her limbs were stretched out tightly in four directions. She could barely move.
+“Andrew, please, I’m confused and…and I want you.”
+He ran the edge of his fingernail up the inside of her leg, from her foot to her thigh. His lips and teeth followed it, and she gasped, undulating under his touch.
+“You must accept what I want to give, sweet one,” he murmured, nipping into skin high on the inside of her thigh and then licking the spot with a wet, slippery tongue, “when I want to give it.”
+Standing, he stripped with spare economy of motion before kneeling next to her again. He stroked up one leg and she moaned deeply when his finger paused and circled lightly over her clit.  
+“You cannot alter my touches, Erica. Accept that.""
+She shuddered, pushing her pelvis toward his finger. “Harder, please, Andrew,” she gasped.
+He removed the finger and cupped her whole sex, one finger parting and nestling into the slippery heat between her labia.
+“Accept what I offer, respond to my touches, and relax into your bondage, Erica. Feel what I want you to feel.”
+She whimpered wordlessly as his finger slid deeply into her body, then out, then in again, in a rhythm as old as time. Her body clenched tightly and she panted, “Yesssss…oh yes, more, please, Andrew, more.”
+He added another finger and she whimpered at the intrusion, absorbing the additional sensation.
+“Relax,” he whispered, his lips on her mouth as his fingers continued their unabated movement. “Open yourself to my touch, however it comes. Feel what I want you to feel. Respond. Reflect. Obey.”
+She was gasping and her body was undulating obscenely but she couldn’t control it, didn’t want to control it. The cuffs were tight on her wrists and ankles and the chains pulled her widely open but she craved the tight embrace of the cuffs and didn’t want to be able to close her legs.
+“Let go,” he ordered her after another drugging kiss, his fingers moving restlessly. “Feel my fingers, my mouth. Know that you can’t change what you feel. I give and I take away. Let go, Erica. Give yourself to me.”
+Her continuous moans rose to a scream as she began to peak. Her emotions, her body, were entirely under his control. “Now please now,” she pleaded, aching for the tiny bit of sensation she needed to fall over the edge. “Please, please, please,” she moaned almost incoherently.
+He flowed up her body then, the heat of his skin singeing hers, and bracketed her face between his hands. His eyes bore down into hers as she ground herself up against him, gasping, imploring.
+“I am your Master, Erica.” He pushed against her, the engorged length of his cock almost entering her. “Say it.”
+She bucked up against him and shrieked, intensity and pounding need slashing into the sound.
+“Say it.” His words were an order and tore response from her.
+“You are my Master,” she panted raggedly, dazedly. “Fuck me.” Her hips bucked up under his.
+He pulled back a little. “Again.”
+“Master. You’re my Master.” She screamed the words, her body trembling violently as she lay beneath him. “Please, now, now, now.”
+Bracing himself, he slipped into her tight heat and watched her go still but for the tremors that raced through her body.
+“Again.”
+She thrust up against him, wild need pushing into her mind. “Please. Please, more. Please, Master,” she rasped. “More. Now. Please, Master. Now.”
+“I control the sex, darlin’, and your response,” he panted, his words ragged.
+He pulled out of her then, and she wailed, a high thin sound of shocked frustration. “No!”
+He laughed, and the sound had an edged violence to it in the tensely sexual atmosphere of the warm cedar closet.
+“Yes, Erica. You asked for more and I will give you more. But I’ll do it the way I want to do it.” He leaned over and kissed one of her nipples and she jerked at the touch of his tongue. “Accept, Erica. Respond. Reflect. It’s mine to give, or not.”
+Reaching into a small jewelry drawer, he dangled a chained something above her. “Clamps, Erica. Nipple clamps. Shall we see how well you walk the edge of the pain-pleasure fence?”
+“Oh God, Master, please touch me!” She was panting, her pupils dilated and her body glistening with heated need. “I’m so close, so very close. Please! Please touch me!”
+He slipped the first clamp over her nipple and closed it, the rubber tips pinching firmly her tender flesh. She quieted and stilled, shocked. He touched between her legs, his fingertips stroking her open and rubbing small circles against her slippery clit. She shuddered and her panting breaths resumed.
+“Tell me how it feels, Erica. Use words. Tell me now.”
+He slipped the second clamp over the tip of her other nipple. Again, she stilled, just a delicate moan issuing from her throat.
+“Tell me.”
+“I’m afraid,” she whispered. “It feels hard and…and…and hard and it hurts but not really…“
+He tightened the second clamp and she shrieked.
+“Tell me.”
+“It hurts! God! It hurts. Too tight. Crushing.”
+Again his hand whispered down her body to stroke circles into her clit, this time with more pressure.
+She screamed. “Yessss, God, yes! Master, yes!”
+He removed his hand and she lay panting, moaning, shaking, her body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. He moved to cover her body with his and entered her smoothly, in one flowing motion, rocking swiftly into and out of her several times.
+She cried out again, her limbs held tightly open, metal jaws tightly embracing her nipples, and thrust up to meet him.
+He stopped, trembling, his heart racing, and looked down at her. “Pain and pleasure are the same, darlin’. They’re both just heightened sensation.” His words were a low growl.
+He leaned down to tug on one of the clamps with his teeth and she hissed and thrashed against him. Swiftly, he forced a deep kiss into her mouth, his cock plunging into and out of her pussy over and over, fast and hard.
+She panted harshly and thrust back against him.
+“Pain and pleasure. Pleasure and pain.” He pressed his chest against her clamped breasts and she screamed sharply, her pussy thrusting up against him, wordlessly begging for more.
+He lifted off her breasts, his cock plunging as deeply into her body as he could go. Stilling, he looked down at her, at them, joined so closely. His arms were trembling and his words were thick and had weight against her eardrums. “Pain and pleasure. Pleasure and pain. Obedience. Response. You are mine.”
+She gasped, shaking. “Yes, yes, yes,” she promised recklessly. “Master, yes. I am yours.”
+Shouting triumphant pleasure, he thrust wildly into her again and again, his movements faster and harder as her wild pleadings urged him into the insanity of sensory overload. Losing himself in her body, he gave them both what they so badly needed as they spiraled into panting, begging, hoarsely screaming orgasm.
+Later, after they’d both calmed, he released her and gently massaged her wrists and ankles. She was still while his hands rubbed circulation and feeling back into her limbs, and his quietly spoken words of desire and approval lit a hot determination within her to please him.
+He pulled her to her feet, holding her close until her legs were strong again, and then lifted her into his arms and carried her from the closet like a precious child.
+She nuzzled into his neck. “Master?”
+He deposited her on his bed and sat down next to her, stroking through her sex-mussed hair and then along the skin that edged her collar. “What, darlin’?”
+“That was wonderful.” Her words were shy and she pinked saying them.
+“I think so, too.” He leaned down to kiss a blushing cheek.
+She started to speak but he pressed a long forefinger across her lips. “Quiet now,” he told her, withdrawing the finger. “Don’t speak until I say you can. Understand?”
+She parted her lips but he shook his head. A smile lit her face and she looked into his eyes, nodding.
+“Good,” he whispered as his hand slid down to circle one of her nipples. Her areola crinkled, her nipple rose to meet his fingers, and she moaned.
+He stood then, and returned to the closet. The vibrant, husky strains of a cello filled the air. _Bach_ , she thought distractedly, as the sound kissed her skin. A few moments later, he carried a few small items back to the bed. He looked down at her lying on his bed and smiled. She saw heat in the smile, and a glittering, predatory sexuality in his eyes. “Don’t move,” he said, and went out the bedroom door, then came back in, coffee cup in hand.
+“Sit up, Erica,” he ordered. She did, and he fastened a blindfold around her eyes. After he ascertained that she couldn’t see, he began touching her. He used his fingers at first, laying her out flat on the bed, face to the ceiling, and touched her from the bare pink of her sensitive toes to the shining crown of her long hair. He talked constantly, telling her the names of the places he touched and how good she looked or smelled or tasted there.
+Enjoying his touches, she purred like a petted cat but startled and shrieked when something cold dripped into her navel. Again, he laid a cautionary finger across her lips.
+“It’s just water,” he told her, removing the finger as the drops continued up onto her breasts and centered on her nipples. She shivered. “Ice water.” His long fingers dipped a piece of ice from the cup and circled her rigid nipple. She moaned and shrank back.
+“You may speak, Erica. Is it hot or cold?”
+“Cold,” she answered immediately, shivering. His fingers dragged the tiny bit of ice down her body and pressed it against her throbbing clit, letting it melt into water as he pressed it there, circling the erect bit of tissue. “No,” she moaned, “it’s hot. It’s hot.”
+He fished another piece of ice from the cup and slid it around and around each breast, passing over each nipple in turn.
+“Cold or hot?”
+Without giving her time to answer, he pushed the melting ice cube into her pussy and up inside her body as far as it would go. His hot mouth latched onto one nipple.
+“Cold or hot?” he demanded, his teeth pinching the tip of her tightly erect nipple, his long fingers thrusting in and out of her body. He sucked hard on her nipple, biting and pulling it in time with the movement of his fingers.
+She pressed toward him and then pulled away as her body writhed under his touch. Her hand came up to push at his, the one that held the melting ice cube to her skin.
+“Keep your hands at your sides,” he growled, transferring the ice from her nipple into her pussy and thrusting, in and out, fast, with his fingers.
+She whimpered and moaned, jerking to meet his fingers’ thrusts, her hands forming fists at her sides as she struggled to obey.
+He moved away suddenly and she lay trembling, panting, bathed in a light film of water and sweat. He returned and dragged something smooth and soft over her forehead, then held it beneath her nose.
+“What is this?”
+She breathed in deeply, trembling at the strength of her desire to please him. “A rose,” she whispered.
+He slid it over her body, his other hand wiping her skin dry with a soft towel. “Concentrate on how it feels as it touches you.”
+The softly cool petals dipped between her legs and she widened them reflexively and then relaxed into the touch of the rose. Heat rode along its trail and steady arousal tumbled along in the wake of its passing. She heard him breathing next to her, smelled him, and ached toward him as he continued to stroke her, rose in hand.
+He leaned down and fastened his lips over hers, and she felt the sharp prick of many small thorns pressing into the place below her breast. He levered her mouth open with his tongue and plunged into a deep kiss, the thorns rolling from the skin below one breast to the same place on the other.
+She moaned into his mouth, his deep kiss inciting her response, the pricking thorns lighting her desire.
+Over and over he kissed her, the rose orchestrating her response. Its thorns scratched lightly or dug deeply. In between kisses, its petals caressed her skin like eyelashes, like butterfly wings. She writhed and moaned and kept her hands at her sides.
+He mounted her finally, thrusting swiftly, sheathing his engorged and twitching cock in her slippery heat in one violent movement. She screamed, “Master, oh God, yes,” and thrust back. The union was fast, furious, and wildly pleasurable despite the multitude of small bleeding scratches on her body.
+Afterward, he removed the blindfold and then stripped the petals from the rose, dropping them one by one over her naked body.
+“This is an Autumn Damask rose,” he told her, the petals like fragrant pink snow on her pale skin. “It’s an ancient rose and the one from which most modern roses were bred. This rose still knows the old ways, though. It still smells like a rose and it’s gorgeous, though not in the showy artificial way of modern roses.” He kissed her and added in a whisper, his lips still touching her, “It only blooms once a year, Erica, for just a few short weeks, and only for a select audience.”
+She felt tears prick into her eyes. She was like his prized Autumn Damask roses. She was blooming under his guidance and care, but only for a short time, and only for him.
+He retrieved several roses from his desk and dropped those, petal by petal, over her body, murmuring his admiration for her. When she was covered with rose petals, he made love to her tenderly, the petals cushioning the place between them and scenting their lovemaking with its unforgettable aroma.
+~~~
+And so Erica learned beginning steps in the intricate dance of sexual trust. She learned about the interrelationship of pain and pleasure, and how each is simply and only heightened sensation when applied within an erotic context. She learned how to yield her sexuality into the hands of one who could use it for the benefit of both.
+Eleven days later a phone call came summoning her home. Immediately. After acquiescing to the travel plans arranged for her, she wept in his arms.
+He held her, saying nothing. There was nothing to say. Honor demanded she go.
+They stood together the next day, his arm over her shoulder and hers around his waist, watching the porters load her luggage into the train. The platform was almost empty; there weren’t many travelers from this place and those who were going were already boarded.
+“And Albert will be fine?” she asked quietly, her voice shaking a little.
+“He’ll be fine. Doc Denney says he’ll outlive us all.” He turned her to face him and leaned in, kissing her deeply, committing her taste to memory.
+She returned the kiss with desperate abandon, clinging to him, keening quietly in the back of her throat.
+“I’m afraid,” she confessed when he broke the kiss. She pressed her face into his shirt and whispered, “I’m afraid to leave. Don’t make me go, Master. Let me stay. Please. I love you.”
+“You’ll always live in my heart, darlin’,” he told her, his words stumbling a little. “I’ll love you forever.” He pulled her back so that she could see into his eyes, into his heart. “Maybe we’ll have time together some day that belongs to us, Erica. Time that isn’t stolen from other people.”
+“No one will ever love me the way you do,” she whispered.
+“No,” he agreed, smiling sadly. “No one will ever love you as I do. But it doesn’t mean that no one will ever love you. You know that.”
+The train horn sounded, a long low mournful wail.
+He reached out and unclasped the velvet collar, pulling it from her throat almost violently. “I release you, Erica,” he whispered raggedly, crushing the collar into his fist. Kneeling, he scooped up a big bouquet of Damask roses and pressed them into her hands. “Now go, darlin’. Go.”
+Stumbling backwards, her eyes holding on to his as tightly as her hands held the roses, she boarded the train. Her tears ran unchecked down her cheeks and were swallowed by the deep black velvet night of her mourning dress.
+~~~
+Erica felt the warm morning breeze brush over the moistness on her cheeks and slowly opened her eyes. She was sitting on her front step, her bottom resting on the delicately erotic carvings of the tiles that surfaced the entry to her villa. She shivered, her whole body shaking violently, the way a dog does to rid itself of water. During the overwhelming immediacy of her memories of Andrew, she must have moved out here.
+ _Andrew_. The name was an ache of longing in her heart, in her mind, even after all these years. Gathering herself, she drifted back into her study, one hand holding the letter, the other lightly stroking over her T-shirt-covered breast.
+She settled into her place at her desk again, her eyes drawn to the Damask roses in their perfect cut glass bowl.
+She looked at the return address and touched his name with the tip of a finger. Slipping a sheet of creamy embossed stationary from its box, she took up her black fountain pen.
+ _Dear Andrew_ , she wrote, determined not to allow the wild beating of her heart to spoil her penmanship,
+ _Do the roses still bloom as vibrantly for you as they do for me?_
+~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
+My thanks to BrainyBeauty, CreamyLady, Ray Dario, and Ulyssa for reading through this story while it was in appallingly rough form and offering valuable suggestions toward its eventual betterment. Additionally, I deeply appreciate Lit Volunteer Editor Extraordinaire Weird Harold for the application of his editing skills to this story. His time and efforts on my behalf far exceeded the call of duty. Anything wrong with this story is entirely, of course, my fault."
+210,Memoirs of a Lady Ch. 06,Samuari,Chain Stories,2001-06-15,2001-06-15,2022-01-08 03:52:19,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/memoirs-of-a-lady-ch-06,Lady Erica enjoys a tryst in the floodlit stage of Paris.,"['Exhibitionist', 'Feel Good', 'Female Exhibitionist', 'Nipple Ring', 'Paris', 'Public', 'Public Sex']",4.14,"_""As for us, querida, I now know that someday we will meet again. I do not know where or when, or what the outcome of that meeting will be. But I know it will happen. For now, it is enough for me to know that you have read these words. The passage of time has done nothing to diminish the power of your flame, Erica. But do not forget the smoke. When the time is right, when you are ready for me, remember to turn to the shadows. I will be there, waiting for you."" ([Smoke From A Hidden Flame](http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=16243) by Gaucho. Reprinted with permission.)_
+   I waited. I looked in the shadows. I sought him in the smoke. I waited. Was he playing me like a finely tuned instrument? Was he there at all? The moon waxed, waned, and turned full again. I waited. Still, he refused to show himself.
+A storm was building, bringing a gunmetal sky and sending the surf crashing onto the narrow beach at the foot of my cliff. It was going to be a bad one. I filled the oil lamps and had dry wood brought in for the fireplace. As the wind rose, my thoughts turned to other lovers, other times. I went to the small box that held so many priceless memories, tied up in satin ribbons. The alchemy of time turns scraps of paper into treasures more precious than gold.
+A letter from Sam almost leapt out to me, begging to be read. Sam and I were always good for each other. Uninhibited, carefree, and knowing how to give as well as to take pleasure, Sam became more than a client. He is now my friend, the only one I trust with my secrets, the executor of my estate.
+Our Parisian spring is so long ago, so far away. I let his words wrap around me like a blanket, taking me back to our first tryst.
+ __
+ _April 18   New York_
+  
+My Dear Erica,
+I trust this letter finds you well. I promised to send for you when I returned to New York, and enclosed you will find your ticket for the Concord flight of May 1. I have planned a fortnight of debauchery for your pleasure. Buying the ticket made me want to hold you again, and feel your hand in mine. You are so pretty and bright. I love the way you throw your hair back when you laugh.
+I recall that party in Paris where we met. Jacques and I were celebrating the merger of our companies, and he gave you to me to seal the contract. You were angry at being treated that way, and rightly so. I offered to leave you alone and give you the second bedroom of my suite, but you wouldn't hear of it. ""I keep my promises, even when they are made by someone else,"" you said, with passion burning in you fiery eyes. You pulled my arm to your breast and said, ""I will show you the City of Light as no one else can.""      What an ass Jacques was. One of my worst contracts to begin with, he only acknowledged me when he was horny, and then was a crude, clumsy lover, doing little more than pumping until he came. I was indignant at being treated like a prize in a carnival, but it was a relief to be free of him. Besides, Sam was kinda cute, and he smelled so good.
+ _We danced, and learned that our bodies seemed to respond to each other on their own accord. Our tango was seamless, as if we'd practiced for years. We flowed to the logic of the music, letting it take us to new plateaus of union, moving before thought, simply reacting. Then came the ballad. You threw your arms around my neck and drew me in close, pushing your breasts into my chest, grinding your crotch onto mine. When my cock began its inevitable rise, you reached down and straightened it, breathing in my ear, ""Oh, I will make you feel so good."" I complained that it wasn't fair that you could feel me, but that I couldn't get to you, you took my hand and slipped it under your dress and onto your smooth and very wet pussy. I put fingers on either side of your swollen clitoris to tease it further. You moaned as the music changed to an old torch song. Before long, you were biting your lip, your body trembling as you reached your orgasm. When the song ended, you grabbed my hand and led me out the door._
+   Oh my! Do I ever remember that? Coming in waves, and trying not to scream. I can still taste the blood where I bit my lip. Sam was one of just two men who had me come before he did and always seemed to derive pleasure from my orgasm, the way I do from a man's. My professor was the other one.
+ _I hailed us a cab, and started to give him the hotel name, but you interrupted, and told the driver to take us to the Eiffel Tower. He tried to tell you that it was closed for the night, but you insisted, covering my mouth with yours as you climbed into my lap, cutting off any discussion. We kissed all the way down the Avenue D'Iena, and across the Seine. Somewhere, your dress came unbuttoned, and I showered your lovely breasts with kisses. I was dimly aware of the traffic that was passing us, but you had me so focused on my pleasure that our arrival at the park the tower sits in came as a complete surprise. Looking up at the floodlit masterpiece, I was awed to silence. You had to remind me to pay the cabby._
+You led me through the park and to a service entrance that you seemed to know would be open. The elevators were shut down for the night, so we climbed the staircases, pausing to kiss at the landings. Finally, we attained the observation deck. You took me to the side, pointing out the other floodlit monuments and buildings, all the time holding my arm around you, snuggling close, making sure that you were always touching me. When we had completed the circuit, you turned to me and softly said, ""Now for the most magnificent sight of all,"" as you pulled my trousers down and knelt to worship my cock. At first, you just licked it, thoroughly washing it like a cat does its paw. Satisfied, you took me into your mouth, and did something amazing with your throat. It was like it was contracting up and down the length of my erection, milking it in a way that I had never felt before. I couldn't take it for long and soon exploded. When you felt me start, you pulled me out of you, and pointed my cock at your pretty face. The first shot hit your nose. You corrected your aim and the rest went into your mouth. When I was at last done, I pulled you to your feet and kissed you, savoring my seed mixed with your now familiar taste.      I remember those floodlights shining up at us. It was like giving a blowjob on a stage, with all of Paris watching. God, what a turn on! Then Sam picked me up and attacked my mouth, his tongue seeking out any semen that I hadn't swallowed yet. I had never had a man do that before, and not many since. Of course, Sam tasted good, and knew it, but it was so sexy to share his come with him. Later, he would teach me to ""snowball,"" to hold his come in my mouth and pass it back and forth between us in a languorous kiss. Hmm, a good thing that he is so sweet.
+ _The luggage restrictions on Concorde won't be a problem. Pack light. We have excellent shopping in New York, and we are going spend days buying whatever you want. But do bring the nipple jewelry that we bought in ""Shop X.""_
+Do you recall how you challenged me to put them on you in the back of the shop? ""Double dog dare you"" is what I think you said. The shop did have half a dozen customers in it, but we were at the back and there wasn't anyone close, so I unzipped your shirt and licked a nipple up to erection. I can still see those little bumps guarding the perimeter of your areola like sentries. I took the wire hook and bent it around the hard nipple, pinching it down while you bit your lip to stifle a moan. The other nipple was already hard, but I liked licking you in public, so I did before clamping it, too.
+You grabbed the back of my head and attacked my mouth moaning, ""Fuck me, fuck me now. Right here, right now."" Your hand started working on my belt and buttons, freeing my suddenly erect cock. Turning you around, and bending you over a counter, I lifted your dress, and slammed into you, mounting you in short swift strokes. Little moans escaped your mouth even though you had your arm muffling it. It was so outrageous, so very hot that I came very quickly, filling your cunt with sperm. You smoothed your rumpled skirt and headed to the front of the store.
+I handed the sales clerk the empty package, telling him, ""She decided to wear them out. Show him, dear."" With that you blushed and pulled the zipper down, showing him, and whoever else was looking, the three gold chains that were now connecting your nipples. As you walked ahead of me, out of the store, I noticed that your thighs were shiny with our mixed fluids.
+I still have that set of nipple baubles. I've had others, some much more expensive, but none with fonder memories. I didn't normally get that aggressive with my clients. Sam just brought out that side of me. To have him put them on in the shop was one thing, but I didn't really expect him to fuck me over a counter, and with half a dozen or more witnesses! It was incredible! I didn't have any way to clean up, so I just had to wear the evidence back to the hotel suite. I felt like such a slut, especially after Sam had me show the sales clerk how nice the chains looked. I didn't think that I could be embarrassed by anything sexual, but this man kept surprising me. He still does.
+ _We will be in the City for three days before heading upriver to my place on the Hudson. They will be mostly free for shopping and sightseeing. I do have tickets to ""Cats"" for Tuesday night, but that is really our only definite plan. Make a list of what you want to see here, and I will see that you love New York as much as you made me love Paris. Or maybe we could just stay in the suite at The Algonquian. The room service is excellent.      We will go to my home, ""Fire Thorne"" on Wednesday, where a dozen friends with their companions will arrive by Friday to stay for two weeks of fun and games. I am so looking forward to seeing you again, I'm counting the hours ‘till you are back in my arms, my dear._
+Always,
+Sam
+Fire Thorne was beautiful, the perfect location for ""a fortnight of debauchery."" Set on the banks of the Hudson, it is a very private estate, surrounded by a hedgerow of pyracantha and locked gates. I especially remember my last day there. The guests had left the previous afternoon, and the staff would not be back until later in the day. Sam grilled steaks and baked potatoes for dinner, while I tossed a salad. Washed down with a hearty burgundy, it was a good simple meal.
+After two weeks of a wild party in which sex in all sorts of ways was the prime ingredient, it is odd that evening of long slow sex is what comes to mind most vividly when I think of that time with Sam. After dinner, he put Miles Davis' Kinda Blue on and asked me to dance. Dancing with Sam is making love in a most intimate way, matching move and counter move. We worked our way around the terrace, glorying in each others' presence. I was so happy to just be there, a part of that wonderful moment. When the music finished breaking my heart, Sam took me to his bed and made long, sweet love to me, celebrating our unique union.
+I had an early flight, so we were up at dawn. The mist was still low on the river, and there was enough chill in the air to make the terrycloth robe feel good. Sam made us a chili omelet that we ate on the terrace, watching the robins gathering twigs to build their nests. He asked me to stay and become the mistress of Fire Thorne. But I could not. I had promises to keep, and contracts to complete."
+211,Memoirs Of A Lady Ch. 07,Ulyssa,Chain Stories,2001-07-02,2001-07-02,2022-01-08 03:52:19,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/memoirs-of-a-lady-ch-07,Erica confronts her deepest fear by hypnotic regression.,"['Artificial Environment', 'Back Storage', 'Business Class', 'Day Half', 'Directly Beneath', 'Erica Back', 'Eyes Ears', 'Grand Rapids', 'Main Building', 'Suzette']",,"**Chapter 7: A Past Life**
+ _**My thanks and my unabashed admiration to Sonia de Beaumanoir for forcing my characters to speak proper French.**_
+* * * * *
+January 14th. Around us the skies were so gray as to be black.
+If God herself were to speak over the airplane intercom to inform all of us passengers that we were being diverted to the next to the last airport on the face of the earth, She couldn't have said it better than: _""Ladies and gentlemen, for your safety, Northwest flight 2671 has been temporarily diverted to land at the Gerald R. Ford international airport in Grand Rapids, Michigan.""_
+Our stewardess, the lovely Chief Stew Barbie, came down the aisle stopping every few rows to tell us all the official company line. ""We're sorry for the inconvenience but I'm afraid every major airport from here to Oklahoma City has been closed down due to the blizzard in the great plains states."" Did I mention that if ever a grown woman really looked like a Barbie, she did? Like Summer Blond Barbie, she had those frozen blue eyes which gleamed in fashion photo perfection including a star burst lens flare right at the perfect spot for a highlight tucked carefully into each eye. It was uncanny. ""This January snow storm has tied up every state in the midwest for the entire night-- Indiana, Illinois, Iowa, Kansas, Minnesota and Wisconsin, umm...the Dakotas and more.""
+I wanted to tell her how proud I was of her. The lovely Chief Stewardess Barbie could name almost as many states as the lovely Elementary School Teacher Barbie could. l really should write a nice note to her mother.
+""But Michigan is open?"" My assistant, Suzette queried, remembering what I'd told her about the midwestern United States.
+This little remark irritated Barbie because she'd been ready to dismiss the two of us so that she move forward to see all the smiling Kens lined up and waiting in the seats behind us. I could tell by their eager faces that every single Ken seated in No Smoking Business Class had his cigarette lighter out and ready to flick as soon as the Chief Stewardess pulled out her pack of Fetish Barbie's Virginia Slim Ultra Lights (sold separately).
+""Only the Gerald R. Ford, and that only for another hour or so,"" Barbie informed us. ""Then they think the entire center of the nation may be snowed in solid for at least a day and a half."" She moved passed us to speak to the rest of the plane's business class looking for just the right Ken doll to latch on to for the next day and a half's layover. _God! I made a pun!_
+The landing was happily uneventful. I was thankful for that, but Suzette would have kissed the tarmac itself, if we didn't have to travel through that artificial accordion gangway tunnel which lead us from the artificial environment of the plane into the artificial environment of the terminal of Gerald R. Ford International. Something inside me expected to see a statue of Chevy Chase tripping over a briefcase.
+It was then that I saw the advertisement for the Leonardo da Vinci Horse exhibit. My god, I'd forgotten that it was here. Of all the places in the world to have to land in a winter storm warning, it was Grand Rapids. But it was here on permanent exhibit, for God's sake. The first original bronze casting _Il Cavallo_ stands in Milan. The second casting of the Leonardo da Vinci Horse _The American Horse_ was purchased and shipped to Grand Rapids, Michigan by Fred Meijer, a local multimillionaire, and placed within one of those monuments which millionaires start to build and then coerse the public to pick up the rest of the price tag. Thus Grand Rapids is blessed with both the Frederick Meijer Gardens and subsequently the American replica of the Leonardo da Vinci Horse.
+The airlines put us up at a hotel on 28th Street which is the strip mall area on the city's suburban east side. From there the desk clerk told us that the Gardens were just a few miles away up some highway called the Beltline. Cab fare there and back would cost as much as a day's car rental, but I've never been enthusiastic about driving in snow, and Suzette wasn't much of a driver period.
+""Our bags are still on the plane,"" I said. ""I wish I could change.""
+""You want to change clothes to visit a statue?"" Suzette queried.
+""Don't you?""
+""We could go shopping first,"" she suggested, twisting her little sardonic blade deep into my psyche. ""Maybe Frederick's of Hollywood has something appropriate.""
+""We're running out of daylight, minx,"" I teased her. ""Let's see the horse first. Once we return to the hotel all we'll need are some terry cloth towels and those percale sheets.""
+Suzette's eyes flashed, but I made her put her coat on and out we went. I enjoyed teasing her, but she was my assistant, and I have strict rules about sleeping with the help.
+The cab dropped us off in front of the Meijer Gardens. A long array of _welcoming sculpture_ bedecked its entranceway. Some of the pieces were nearly tolerable.
+""Do you know how the Guggenheim Museum in New York became a great museum?"" I asked Suzette as we threaded our way through some cookie cutter pieces. ""First, the family purchased whatever the hell they felt like buying for years until they had enough stuff--good and bad--to open a public museum. Then they went out and bought more stuff.""
+""So what's your point, Erica?""
+""Finally the museum hired some professionals who kept the real art out in the museum and slowly but surely put the junk stuff back into storage."" I told Suzette that it was obvious that the Meijer Gardens were trying to do the same thing with their sculpture. Except they didn't have enough good stuff on display to hide the junk back in storage.
+I really don't see this as a fault though. Some potentially good artists had some mediocre works purchased for good money. Still I rushed Suzette past some fairly dreadful pieces as we paid our admission and glanced off to the south side of the main building where the botanical gardens were housed. One thing about nature, she could always sculpt a flower far superior to many of the pieces we saw strewn about the exhibit.
+""Hey,"" Suzette pointed toward the gift shop. ""We can get Leonardo da Vinci tee-shirts and sweat shirts. Maybe they've got American Horse panties.""
+""Oh sure, and then I get in a bad accident and have to go to the hospital in my American Horse panties. The ghost of my mother would appear at my bedside and tell me how ashamed she was that the paramedics had seen me in American Horse underwear.""
+""Really?"" Bless her heart, Suzette always took everything I had to say as gospel truth. ""But, Erica, what about the time you told me you wore crotchless underwear to that party on Oxford street?""
+""That was London, dearest. An English paramedic would've raised his eyebrows, but not said a thing,"" I reminded her as I opened my purse and fumbled for the Visa card.
+""What if your paramedic had been a woman?""
+""Then she probably would've rung up my mother,"" I answered. ""C'mon, we're losing the light.""
+Naturally being twenty-four feet tall, the horse is not inside the main building. My fashionable boot heels crunched softly against the dry crystalline snow as it began to dust over the recently shoveled sidewalk leading to the horse. Where there was a dry spot on the concrete, my three inch heels clacked down brusquely. That sound echoed ahead, to the side, and behind. You know how it is when you walk through a quiet snowfall and you find yourself wanting to turn around to see who's following you?
+A celestial reaper hidden in those bleak gray clouds continued to harvest a new crop of snow crystals and fling the dusty white chaff to the ground in a drifting pattern of blowing and swirling which almost looked like a waterfall of snow crystals floating down lazily but relentlessly from above.
+""If we don't get to it soon,"" Suzette called out. ""It'll be buried under a ton of snow.""
+I shook my head. ""This wind should keep these flakes stirring around enough to see the horse okay.""
+""I can't believe my eyes and ears. If someone had told me that I'd be following you through the snow to see a horse, I'd have laughed in their face! What shape shifter has stolen your identity, Erica?""
+""Don't be absurd, Suzette, this isn't a horse. It's a sculpture--a Leonardo da Vinci sculpture.""
+The difference in presentation between Milan and Grand Rapids is the placement of the Da Vinci Horse as well as the climate. In Milan _Il Cavallo_ stands on raised base platform pedestal, so that it can be seen unencumbered by distant viewers and so that observers may walk respectfully around it. The _American Horse_ stands on the concrete and a spectator may walk directly beneath it.
+""Oh, my God! Look at it, Suzette!"" I called out. ""It's gorgeous.""
+There defying the blowing snow and windy weather, ignoring the wet and the cold, impervious to the impending dark and to approaching visitors stood Leonardo da Vinci's Horse casting number two. And all I could think of doing was to remove my gloves so that I could place my bare fingers upon its raw, chilling, brass patina of the lifted hoof. In a hundred years my finger oils could damage the patina, but I think not. There must be some sort of new cleaning and protecting chemical which they use to protect the plating from the vehicle emissions not five hundred yards away or the smoke of factories and smog.
+Too high to touch more than just the points where its legs stretched up from the ground or where its lifted hoof held forever suspended, I walked in and around the horse just to experience the unusual views from directly beneath. The dimness of the season encroached upon us quickly, the roiling snows twisted and backdrafts of wind born flakes trapezed sidewise through the eddies and current of the air.
+I walked to the left slowly taking in the massive expanse of the neck and shoulders extending skyward.
+""Well, it's big,"" Suzette said, trying to hide her obvious annoyance that I was exploring its total visual splendor, while she stood inured to its immense charms. ""It's certainly...big."" Suzette watched me watch the horse for a few more long minutes. ""May we go now?""
+""Wait. I want to see it from here."" No, go this way three steps. Split the difference back. Yes, I needed to stand right over...
+Twenty feet above ground, the great nostril flared uneasily. It's bronze sheen cloaked by dim white flurries suddenly took on a chestnut and black hue a sheen of perspiration lathered its front flanks. Was that blood? ""Erica, I'm cold,"" Suzette moaned, but I all I heard was a thunderous boom which covered her words.
+Now I saw its huge wild eye blaze wide open rolling in the socket gripped in fear and terror.
+""Did you hear me, Erica?""
+The head moved, pulling back--nostrils mouth, eyes, ears and that massive skull began to toss from side to side.
+""Erica?""
+I saw its eye sockets redden and fill with blood. But I could not move.
+""Erica!""
+In slow motion the huge horse reared back, its massive hooves toppling straight down upon me. I collapsed to my knees in the snow.
+""Erica?""
+It was January 14th, and everything went black.
+\--------------
+Santa Fe, New Mexico. Two weeks later.
+Doctor Jacqueline Kennedy Greyeyes was born on November 26, 1963. Her mother, Helen, was all of seventeen years of age at the time, and had been listening to the nonstop news coverage of JFK's assassination right up to and including the riderless horse accompanying the coffin as it walked stoically down Constitution Avenue in Washington DC, when she finally went into labor. At the time the dead white president's well-known wife's name seemed a perfectly reasonable choice for Helen Greyeyes to call her beautiful black-haired infant daughter.
+Doctor Jackie, as people loved to call her, sat calmly watching her patient fidget in anticipation of today's session. ""I've listened to the entire recording twice since Tuesday's session, Erica. I want you to hear it. We won't have time to comment on it today, but I'd like you to experience the reality of your words from your own perspective. Next time we'll dig into it. Is that okay with you?""
+""Sure,"" Erica answered. ""Whatever you think is best, Doctor."" Erica fixed her eyes on the electronic strobe which Doctor Jackie used to put her patients under hypnosis. It was modern, definitely state of the art, and probably sanctioned by the American Psychiatric Association. Still, Erica thought, given the right circumstances, would Doctor Jackie prefer to use fasting, sweat lodges and hallucinogens for her patients. _No. Probably not. I think I'm just perpetuating the stereotype._
+Doctor Jackie had cued up the tape forward from the actual act of putting me under hypnosis last Tuesday.
+""Erica, we're going back to last week. Back to January the fourteenth, do you understand?""
+""Yes, I understand,"" the Erica on tape murmured.
+""You're relaxed and warm, you're perfectly safe in that chair and you're in complete control of all of your faculties. Your body is loosely curled up on this couch and if you need to come back here at any time, we can do that. We're going back, Erica, back to the morning of January the fourteenth. You've just awakened on that snowy morning. What do you see?""
+On the tape, Erica begins to laugh: _""Il faut_"
+212,Memoirs of a Lady Ch. 08,SteamyChik,Chain Stories,2001-07-22,2001-07-22,2022-01-08 03:52:20,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/memoirs-of-a-lady-ch-08,Erica gets hot in the deserts of Saudi Arabia.,"['Ankle Bracelet', 'Blue Jar', 'Clothes Hand', 'Firm Hands', 'Inside Tent', 'Middle Eastern', 'Rattan Chair', 'Saudi Arabia', 'Sultan', 'Women Smiled']",4.44,"I wistfully looked at the painting as I walked by it and paused. The warm deep desert colors radiated from the canvas; the soft blues and golds washing over me like a mellow summer day. My ankle itched as I looked at the beautiful single silver belled ankle bracelet laid upon the golden hued silk cloth beside the blue rounded jar. I almost caught a scent of spicy musk oil. That was a time in my life when I had felt ultimately female with its many contradictions, powerful in my sex and at the same time, powerless.
+I reached down and caressed the blue jar that sat at a table directly beneath the painting. I imagined the warm scent of the musk as it was poured on my heated, aroused skin. I let out the breath I was holding slowly opening the top drawer of the table. It slid open smoothly as a fold of luxurious silk was exposed. My flesh tingled at the remembered sensuality as the silk had enfolded my naked body. The soft fabric brushing over erect nipples and sensitive thighs. Closing my eyes, my breath quickening from the memory, I felt for the ankle bracelet.
+The slight jingling of a bell caused my fingers to close over the cool metal. I pulled the bracelet out and held it to my cheek, the coolness felt good against my heated skin. Opening my eyes, I looked at the delicate yet bold piece of jewelry. A thick band of silver was encased in intricate carvings of flowers with small rings for charms. Two large bells formed a type of clasp that locked when attached to the ankle. A surge of melancholy, desire, joy and pain suffused my body and mind. I needed to sit down, to remember.
+I headed out to the wide porch overlooking the open Mediterranean Sea. Sitting in my antique rattan chair, I lithely bent over and quickly fastened the ankle bracelet to my right leg. The response from my body was instantaneous. I was immediately aroused. Gasping, I trailed a hand up my trim calf to my thigh and under my skirt. Not wanting or needing to hold back, I fingered the epicenter of my body until waves of exhilarating fulfillment rippled over my nerve endings. My fingers buried deep in my wetness; I felt my muscles spasm. Gasping, I began to calm like a satiated lion after a swift kill, I gazed out over the rolling waves and let myself remember Al Mamlakah al Arabiyah as Suudiyah - Saudi Arabia.
+#
+I met Robert L. Becker III at an American Consulate party in Washington. I had just finished a brief vacation and attended the party as a guest of one of my acquaintances. After walking through the front door, my date had left me to pursue a business venture. Sulkily, I had wandered around the huge Embassy, enjoying the paintings, sculptures and artwork. One painting in particular had caught my eye, a sultry earthy painting of a dark complexioned man wearing the thobe and gutra of the Middle Eastern countries. The dark, passionate eyes looking out from the painting were unnerving, exciting. The oils captured the smooth glow of his skin and it seemed I could reach out and touch human warmth.
+At that moment, Robert Becker III walked up and began to talk about the man in the painting. He told me the name of the man in the painting was FAHD bin Abd al-Aziz Al Saud, the King and Prime Minister of Saudi Arabia. He proceeded to entertain me with talks of his visits to that distant land until I was enthralled. The talk continued on into the night and to his penthouse apartment. I was surprised that over the night, Robert did not try to make love to me. I didn't realize then that he had his reasons.
+Over breakfast, he invited me to go with him on his next visit to Saudi Arabia. He warned me that it was difficult for women over there, but he would protect me and we would stay in American compounds much of the time. His business would last a month, at most 2, and then we would be back in America. I enjoyed new sites, new sounds, new people and places. It seemed the perfect adventure at the time, going to a distant country and sampling a distant culture. Robert was pleasant and treated me well. I decided to go.
+#
+I stepped off the plane with Robert L. Becker III to a wave a sandy heat. The hot yellow sun shown down on me like a molten, angry god. I adjusted the brim of my hat so it would shade my face from the damaging rays. The stifling heat made it hard to breathe. After the languid vacation I had just had, the mystique of experiencing a different culture intrigued me, but this heat was horrible. I saw a long black limousine stirring the desert sands as it drove towards us.
+Robert leaned toward me and said, ""This man we are about to meet is Sayyid Jal Dhul Fiqar, a Sultan of the Qasim province and my ticket to several million dollars."" Robert went forward as the Prince was getting out of his car and began to talk to him.
+Several minutes went by and Robert did not look like he was about to introduce me. Walking up to Robert I almost interrupted his conversation with Sultan Sayyid but I saw a warning glint in the eyes of the tall Arab as he flicked them briefly at me. Huffily, I stood up straighter, squaring my shoulders but didn't say anything. I know Robert told me about the customs, but it's too much making us stand in this heat, I thought. I licked at the first drops of perspiration on my upper lip, the light traveling suit already sticking to my skin. Taking off my jacket, the white silk blouse clung to my full, round breasts barely concealed by a lacey skin-toned bra. The skirt hugged my trim waist, accentuating my breasts.
+Sighing quietly, I looked around. The airport was not much more than a long runway with a small square building at one end. The heat radiated off every surface as the sun's rays beat down relentlessly. We had landed in Riyadh, the capital of Saudi Arabia, then flown in a smaller jet to this tiny airport in Buraydah. Growing faint from the heat I finally felt Robert grasp my elbow.
+""Erica, we will be staying with the Sultan instead of at the American compound. He has graciously offered his home to us,"" Robert said smiling. ""Sultan, this is Erica; Erica - Sultan Sayyid Jal Dhul Fiqar.
+The Sultan barely acknowledged me but he did look long enough at me to see my breasts blatantly exposed for anyone to see through my sweat soaked silk shirt. Disapproval ripe in his voice he said, ""Miss Erica, you will attire yourself according to our custom while in my home.""
+Not to be intimidated, I asked boldly, ""And how may I address you?""
+Looking at me like I was a bug, he replied, ""There is no reason for you to address me."" Turning back to Robert, he smiled broadly and began walking to the limousine.
+I stood speechless as I looked at this impertinent man, but he was completely ignoring me. I was not use to any man ignoring me and felt a twinge of interest along with annoyance.
+Robert whispered to me, ""Erica, it is a great honor to be invited to Sayyid's home. Not many American's, if any, have ever been invited there. This is a very good sign, I think you are my lucky charm!""
+""I don't feel very lucky! Did you see how he looked at me? Like I was beneath dirt! And what's wrong with what I'm wearing?"" I asked, glaring petulantly in the Sultan's direction.
+""Nothing, you look ravishing,"" Robert reassured me. ""But I did mention that women here don't expose anything and are covered head to toe outside their homes. Come on, sweet, this is an adventure for you! Enjoy it!""
+I was led into the back seat of the limousine while the Sultan and Robert sat in front of me. As they conversed about business, I soon forgot my pique at being relegated to the back seat and began to watch the desert go by. I had to admit that the desert was seductive in its beauty. At first glance, it was all one color, but the more you looked the more subtle shades of gold, yellow, tan, green, brown, umber, red and other warm colors radiated their sensual heat. They appealed to my artistic heart. I smiled as I watched the colors swirl past.
+Glancing up, I saw the half-lidded stare of the Sultan. Catching a chill from the air-conditioned air, I felt my nipples harden. Blushing, I watched his eyes travel to my breasts and linger. He didn't hide his appreciation and stared boldly. My belly suddenly tightening with fear and desire, I casually pulled my jacket over me like a blanket. The Sultan looked up with an imperceptible upturn of his lips and resumed his conversation, ignoring me again.
+The ride took four long hours but I was able to see the beauty of the desert, the small towns and people along the way. I marveled at the subdued, veiled women that I saw walking sedately through the streets. What would it be like to be them? To grow up in this country? Shivering, I wondered if I had made a mistake coming here.
+#
+We drove through the town of Buraydah near the end of our ride. Robert turned around and said, ""We are almost there, sweet, about 20 minutes more."" They began talking quietly in earnest again. I gathered my things together and determined to be polite but cool.
+Once in the compound, 20 or more women and children surrounded the limousine. Once out of the limousine, Sayyid handed out candies and toys to both the women and the children. The children ran off squealing in delight laughing and chasing each other across the hot desert sand. The women, some veiled some not, were more discrete but equally excited. I watched all this from the limousine, trying to understand this new world. How could simple candies and trinkets make these women so happy? What did they do here day after day?
+Robert finally helped me out of the limousine. The women swarmed around me, touching my hair and the fabric of my suit. I was not alarmed but it was disconcerting to be handled so. The melodic swift language surged around me, engulfing me as the women chattered to each other. Their faces were curious, some smiling and giggling, others frowning or confused, a one looked angry.
+The Sultan said something to an older woman and she looked at me and smiled, nodding. Coming toward me, she said in halting English, ""You come for dress before gahwa.""
+Looking to Robert for help, I saw that he had already left with the Sultan to enter a large stone doorway into a shadowed interior. The women clustered around me and led me in a wave of chattering and giggling to a large entryway.
+Inside I stopped and took in the richness of the scene before me. A lavish fountain flowed into a deep pond with large koi. The air was scented with flowers and earth. Ornate benches with cushions decorated the perimeter of the pond. Seeing this display of water after the parched landscape on the four- hour drive was unexpected and impressive. The women plucked at my clothing and hurried me along into a spacious entry hall that led into a cool shaded great room. Inside were luxurious carpets and cushions, benches and chairs that I knew to be expensive antiques. Tiffany lamps and Ming vases vied for my attention with paintings by Renoir, Carpenter and an exquisite painting by Angelica Kauffmann depicting women with a swarm of children.
+The older woman, I learned her name was Usajnah, let me appreciate the room before prodding me along to yet another interior room. This one held a spacious pool with marble steps. All around the pool were low tables with padded cushions. The air in the room was warm and heavily scented with a pleasant spicy aroma. All the women were gathered around tittering and talking in their melodic language, watching me. Usajnah tugged at my hand and led me toward a table. In halting English she said, ""Now bathe and clean after trip. Then we find you abaaya and veil. You are perfect for this."" The other women looked at me expectantly and giggled.
+I felt distinctly uncomfortable as I realized that I would have to go through with this public bath. Perfect for what? I thought. Shrugging, I began to strip from my clothing and laid them in a pile. I was hot, tired and sweaty from the long journey. The warm water of the pond would feel wonderful. No sooner had I put my clothing in a pile and stood naked then a woman whisked away my clothing.
+""Never mind, never mind,"" Usajnah said, ""Get ready now."" She pulled me toward the table instead of the large bathing pond. I resisted a little but firm hands gripped me and pulled me down. Lying on my back, the women swarmed around me, chattering and giggling, clucking and sighing as they felt my skin, tugged on my hair. I was not a prude by any stretch of imagination but neither was I used to the prying hands and fingers of women poking and prodding at me. I tried to get up but was pulled back down by the giggling women. Suddenly firm hands gripped my ankles and pulled them wide apart. Struggling in earnest I fought with them, giving up only when I realized it was futile.
+With my legs spread I felt warm oil poured over my breasts, down my belly and on my clitoris. Gentle fingers began messaging the oil in expertly, knowing how hard, how fast, how slow until I was breathing heavily, my body responding despite my ambivalence. My body was humming now with coaxed desire. The heat, strangeness and assault on my senses throughout the day made me susceptible to the whims of my body. My experiences with women were few and only Etienne had captured my adoration. But this was different, almost unreal. I was tired and just not able to fight the languid sensuality spreading over me.
+Throwing my head back in abandon, eyes closed, I gave in to these foreign women. Letting their dark, knowing fingers stroke, seduce me. The waves started slowly then built until I moaned loudly as they crested over and engulfed me. My back arched off the table and tensed as the climax crashed over me.
+Breathing heavily, the hands on my body and the melodic murmurs came back to me as if I had fainted. I relaxed as I felt my flesh pulled this way and that as a sharpened razor wire was pulled over it denuding me of any hair. By the time they were done and pushing me toward the pool, I walked in a scented haze of heady musk, seductive, sensual. My skin had never felt so soft, smooth, supple.
+Several of the women, some still very young, entered the warm bathing pond with me. I heard the soft sound of music coming from somewhere and even in these strange surroundings I felt content. I have to say I enjoyed their attention. They washed my body and long hair finding every fold and niche, making sure every part was cleansed. I felt pampered beyond the famed spas of Switzerland. It seemed like it had taken a long time, but only 2 hours had passed. When I finally arose from the pond, and my hair dried, I felt as fresh, as pure as a virgin. I let out a surprised giggle at the thought of being a virgin. The women around me smiled.
+Two young girls approached me shyly and offered me an abaayah, the long floor length robe women wear in Saudi. It was a beautiful silk with golden hues shot through with embroidery accents of red, blue and yellow. The women oohed and ahhed over me making me feel like a princess. Little gold slippers were put on my feet, my hair and face covered with a matching veil. I shivered as the soft fabric caressed the heightened sensitivity of my skin each time I moved. I smiled my thanks to the women around me, paying particular attention to the oldest, Usajnah. This seemed to please her immensely which I would be glad of later.
+Usajnah then pointed to a few of the women telling me their names. There was the two youngest, Suraah and Hala, Rashida, Shaymaa, and Najua. The last one was glaring at me. Her name was Zoenat. The other women had wandered off.
+Trying to organize the strange names with the faces around me, I smiled at all the women. Blushing, because after all, they had just brought me to a delicious orgasm, I said, ""Hello, nice to meet you.""
+Tittering the women smiled back at me. One of them said, ""Wish ismick?""
+Usajnah said, interpreting, ""She wants to know your name.""
+""Erica,"" I said.
+Usajnah then said, ""Erica, I must take you to the Sultan now. You do what he say, hm?"" She walked off.
+I followed her wondering what about some of the things she had said. I was perfect and I was to do what he said. What was all that about? Mentally shrugging, I didn't worry about it. Robert was here and we would be leaving soon.
+#
+Feeling as if I was in a fairy tale, I walked into the room to see the Sultan seated on pillows at a low dining table. Robert was no where to be seen. This disappointed me because I wanted to show off my new abaayah.
+""Please be seated across from me, Miss Erica,"" he said formally, although is dark eyes shown appreciatively as he studied my attire.
+""Where is Robert?"" I asked.
+""He is gone,"" The Sultan said bluntly.
+""Gone? I don't understand?"" I said faltering, confused and a little afraid.
+""He was called back unexpectedly to America.""
+""But, why didn't he get me? I should have left with him!"" I exclaimed alarmed.
+The Sultan stared at me, giving nothing away until my heart thumped painfully in my chest.
+""You will stay here. This is the arrangement that I made with Mr. Becker."" After saying this, he set out four coffeepots, called della, next to a little fire. In silence, he began the preparation of gahwa, an age-old custom of the Bedouin tribes, of serving coffee as a gesture of hospitality. Looking up he spoke swiftly in Arabic and then several men filed into the room and took their places around the low table. Looking at me appraisingly, they began to talk excitedly.
+""Wait! What arrange¡K"" I began.
+A knife slammed point first into the table. ""Woman, you will be silent unless spoken too. You will keep your eyes down.""
+Startled, my mouth snapped shut. Oh my god, what was I doing here? Robert had abandoned me to this savage. What kind of arrangement had been made? Staring at the knife still trembling in the table, my mouth dry, I was silent.
+The sudden silence ended as fast at it began. They continued looking at me and talking in their fast language. I watched as the Sultan served a cup of coffee to each of the men. He did not offer me a cup.
+I was feeling scared and scorned when I heard a commotion outside. Then several men came into the room. They wore long dark thobes and gutras that covered their faces. They did not take them off.
+The Sultan pointed to me. Talking swiftly, he conversed with the three men saying my name several times. I had no idea what was going on but it involved me. Shaking my head back and forth as if I could prevent what happened next I stood up. My breath came in quick gasps as I looked for somewhere to run. All the men were looking at me with interest. Making a bolt for the door, I ran.
+Laughing, one of the men who had just entered grabbed me around the waist. ""Calm down, silly woman. Where will you run? Into the desert to be baked alive by the sun tomorrow? Or would you rather be caught by the tribes that wander the desert?"" Gripping me tightly, he told the Sultan, in English for my benefit, ""Sultan Sayyid, this one will be perfect, many blessing upon you for bringing her to me.""
+The Sultan nodded his head in acknowledgement.
+""Salam Alaykum,"" he said.
+The Sultan replied, ""Wa alaykum salam.""
+Pulling me by the wrist, he tugged me out of the room. Frantically I turned back toward to the Sultan. ""Please, please! Sultan don't make me go! I'll do anything you want!""
+He glanced at me and looked away.
+Naked under the beautiful abaayah that the women had given me, I felt terribly exposed. Then I saw what I was being dragged towards - camels! They are great huge, smelly beasts. With a sharp command, the camels knelt down. The man pulling me along climbed up on the beast and pulled me up in front of him. His strong arm held me tight as he spurred the animal into a run while the others followed.
+I couldn't believe what was happening to me. This morning I had been on a plane with Robert, and now I was being kidnapped and riding on top of a huge, smelly camel. I didn't know whether laugh, scream or cry.  
+""Ismi Nijah Abdul-Muqaddim,"" he murmurred into my ear.
+""Speak English! I don't understand anything you say. I don't even know what is going on! I'm on a camel for god's sake with, with, you! Going who knows where and I don't even have any of my clothes! And get your hand off my breast!"" I blurted out.
+Laughing, the man said calmly, ""My name is Nijah Abdul-Muqaddim. You now belong to me. This is the finest of camels. You are going to my camp and you will not need many clothes. I will not get my hand off your breast. Does that answer your questions?"" He felt my nipple and began to message through the silk of the abaayah making it hard, and then he pulled it gently.
+I squirmed against him but my arms were trapped by the way I was sitting, and the way he was holding me. I couldn't do anything. ""You can't do this! I'm a free woman and I will report this to the Consulate. I will!""
+He didn't say anything. Stroking my breast, messaging it, feeling the underside of my breast causing the silk to rub sensually on my skin, I began to feel the stirrings of arousal. He continued stroking, petting arousing me until the camels finally stopped. By this time I was breathless and wet between the legs. Leaping off the camel, he pulled me down into his arms. The other men scattered and he took me into a large tent.
+I finally got a look at him as he stripped off his thobe and gutra. Underneath he had on a short dress looking shirt. He took that off and was completely naked. Blushing, I looked at his muscular dark skinned body. His skin was smooth and the color of the desert at sunset. Maybe it was the heat, the excitement, the seduction of the desert, but I wanted him. I somehow knew he wouldn't hurt me although the element of fear was present and intoxicating. I felt my nipples grow hard and the heat between my legs become moist with my musk.
+Naked, he came to me and brushed the hair from my face. Caressing my cheek, he spoke to me tenderly. I don't know what he said, but the tone was sensual, sweet. He pulled off my abaaya and laid it on the thick carpets inside the tent. Pulling me with him, I laid down on the abaaya, the soft silk sliding on my skin. ""I don't know¡K""
+He held a finger to my lips then leaned over to kiss me. Taking my face in his hands he kissed my forehead, my cheeks, and then my lips. His kiss was warm and dry, sexy. Opening my lips to him, I felt his tongue take possession of my mouth. I moaned and he kissed me harder, urgently. His hands grabbed my arms and held me down as his teeth raked my neck down to my breasts. I arched my back pressing against him as he suckled first one nipple then the other. Back and forth until my body was drenched with sweat and desire. He growled deep in his throat when he felt my response to him.
+Licking down my salty belly, he teased my hairless slit with his tongue. I opened my legs to him, his tongue flicking my clit into a frenzy while I moaned and writhed. His strong hands gripped my hips and he pulled me to him, sucking, licking me until I was screaming out. My hands clenched the silk under me, squeezing hard as my body wracked helplessly in a long shuddering orgasm. His tongue continued to lash my clit until I was spent and struggling to get away.
+""Say my name. Nijah. Say it!"" He said urgently.
+I felt his thick organ slide up my leg as he licked up my body again. Pausing at a nipple he grasped it between his teeth and bit gently, sending sparks through my nerves.
+""Say my name.""
+I felt his hard member slip between my swollen lips, wet from his saliva and my juices. The head rubbed up and down, sliding over my tender clit. I felt another orgasm coming and arched up, wanting him inside me.
+""Say my name!"" He cried urgently, once more. He poised his cock at the entrance to my molten insides, waiting.
+Frantic, on the brink of an orgasm, I cried out, ""Yes, Nijah, yes please take me!""
+Grunting, Nijah speared me with his cock, thrusting in all the way in one great lurch.
+The intensity was electric and immediate. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me, feeling his cock deep inside as he pumped. Each time he entered me fully, he would grind into me causing my clit to ignite. ""Oh yes, Nijah, yes!""
+He thrust hard, deep and kissed me, his tongue claiming my cries as I climaxed. Quivering in his arms, I trembled as he pulled out of me. My ears ringing, I closed my eyes. He pulled me to him, stroking my back like he was soothing a horse. Murmuring to me, soothing me until I fell asleep.
+#
+Waking up the next morning, I was surprised to see the sun bright outside the tent. Nijah was no where to be seen. I looked around the tent. It was as luxurious in its own way as the Sultan's house had been. The tent was lined with expensive, beautiful carpets. There were antiques and paintings scattered around. Stretching, I felt something on my ankle and looked down. A beautiful ankle bracelet had been placed there! As I moved the bells jingled and I wiggled my foot. It was very pretty. Looking at it more closely, I realized that it was locked on. I tried to tug it off but it would not budge. Incensed, I stood up angrily looking for something to wear. Finding nothing, I put on the abaayah I had worn yesterday, dirty though it was.
+Walking to the flap of the tent, I pulled it aside. I looked around and saw several men by a fire. Walking up to them I began to ask them where Nijah was but they all swiftly turned away from me. Suddenly I felt strong arms pick me up, it was Nijah.
+""What are you doing, and what is this thing locked on my ankle?"" I asked.
+Calmly, but firmly, Nijah carried me inside the tent. ""Do you NOT understand the rules of this land? You must never walk about without a veil. For you to be so immodest is cause for death here! Those men did you a favor by turning away from you.""
+""I didn't come here on my own, and this is not my country! Why is there this thing locked on my leg?"" I didn't back down.
+""You don't like it? It is not pretty? The bells do not jingle fairly?"" He coaxed. ""Come now, behave for me. Do you not have this magnificent tent? The beautiful desert?"" He approached me and pulled me to him.
+I remembered his hard, fit body loving me last night. The taste of his kisses, the heat and hardness of his manhood. ""But I don't really belong here, Nijah."" I said.
+He kissed me then, and made love to me again and again. Each time I screamed out his ownership of me as he played my body. I couldn't get enough of his taste, his scent. He smelled of leather and campfires. I wanted to breathe him in. His cock pleasured me, teasing one moment and ruthless the next. His mouth licking, biting, and sucking at me until I was dizzy with need. My breasts were swollen and aching, my mouth raw and puffy, my pussy wet and numb when he finally stopped. I held onto him, his naked sweaty body salty to my lips where I licked him.
+I spent 4 months with Nijah. I came to love him and the bells although I never felt that it would be permanent. I'm not sure that I even wanted it to be. But while I was with him, the lovemaking, the tent, the seductive dry heat of the desert lulled me. I was content. I had wanted an adventure, and I got one.
+#
+One day, we awoke early and Nijah made love to me. He was so tender. His kisses were more gently than usual. Afterwards, he held me for a long time before we got up and dressed. He dressed me once more in my first golden abaayah, with a matching veil that I had grown accustom too. I had my own theory about veils. I think it is worn so the women can hide their embarrassment of the way the squeal in the arms of their men. We went outside and got into an older tan colored car. The air conditioning was blasting and felt wonderful.
+""Where are we going, Nijah?"" I asked. Over the months, we had visited nearby towns for shopping and sight-seeing.
+Nijah stroked my face through the veil. ""Azeeza, it is time to return you to your world.""
+I looked at him perplexed. Azeeza was his pet name for me, he told me it meant cherished, precious, beloved. ""Returned? I don't understand Nijah.""
+Sighing, Nijah pulled me to him and explained. ""When I first talked to the Sultan about obtaining a foreign woman to become my wife. I thought this would help in the business. It would look good to others, those outside Al Arabiyah as Suudiyah. You would become one of my wives, maybe a second or third. You could never be a first wife because you are not Muslim. And my first wife must be Muslim."" He continued sadly, ""Azeeza, I love you too much to do that to you. You would not be happy. This is my decision and it will be."" Taking something out of his pocket, he put a fine silver necklace around me neck. On it was the tiny key to the lock of my ankle bracelet.
+I tried to grasp what was happening. On one hand, I was exhilarated to be free, on another I was sad to be leaving Nijah. I cared for him even loved him in a way. The drive to the airport was long and silent.
+I learned to cherish the freedoms I have as a woman outside that country. The laws are strict with women in the Middle Eastern countries, and they are very religious. As a matter of fact, religion rules the country. As a woman there, I was not allowed to go outside without a veil or abaayah. I couldn't drive a car. I seldom went anywhere without Nijah or one of his men present. But I did meet strong women. They are just strong in their own way. They have a lot of influence in their homes. I have a lot of respect for the women I met and became friends with there.
+I wore my bells, abaayah and veil on the plane and all the way home. I noticed the looks of curiosity from men and women as I walked through the airport. I answered the Arab taxicab driver in his own language when he asked me why I was out without a man to protect me. Amazingly, I discovered that all my bills had been paid while I was gone and my plants cared for, it was like I had never left.
+After being home and readjusting to my new, air-conditioned life of freedom, a package arrived at the door. The UPS man knocked loud enough to wake the dead and was gone before I could get to the door open. At my feet were two boxes. One square about the size of hatbox, the other large and rectangular.
+Opening them, I cried as I took out the blue vase the women had used to pour the spicy musk oil on me that first day in Saudi. I brought it to my nose and inhaled. A hint of the oil was still present and I shivered. When I opened the other box, it was a magnificent painting, an exact replica of the golden abaayah, blue jar and my precious ankle bracelet. A note slipped out of the box.
+ _""My dearest Azeeza,_
+ _I have been told that you have settled into your old, new life. I hope the time we shared will be remembered fondly and not with regret. My body still yearns for you and it will be a long time before I can love another. The Sultan has picked out a wife for me. She is a proper Muslim girl but will never replace you in my heart._
+ _Usajnah asked me to send you the blue jar in memory of her. She said you showed respect to her and that counts for a lot in our world. I had the painting commissioned for you. I hope you like it and will remember the golden, desert times we had._
+ _Salam Alaykim,_
+ _Nijah Abdul-Muqaddim""_
+#
+Stirring from my rattan chair, I straightened my clothing. The orgasms I had while remembering my Saudi Arabian adventure were nothing compared to the real thing with Nijah, but that was all in the distant past. He had written me over the years, telling me of inconsequential things. I had never written him. What was there to say? My life went on.
+Smiling softly to myself, I bent over and took off the belled ankle bracelet. Walking back to the hallway, I placed it back inside the drawer with the golden abaayah. Looking at the painting, I reached out and touched it. Imagining the heat of the desert, the heat of my lover's skin. I was content. I had wanted an adventure, and I had gotten one.
+I wondered where my thoughts would take me next when I continued my memoirs."
+213,Memoirs of a Lady Ch. 09,RisiaSkye,Chain Stories,2001-07-29,2001-07-29,2022-01-08 03:52:21,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/memoirs-of-a-lady-ch-09,Erica rediscovers her art.,"['Afraid Love', 'Ashes Phoenix', 'Day Hope', 'Erica Smiled', 'High Ceilings', 'Lottie', 'Moment Passed', 'Phoenix Rises', 'Stained Face', 'Wooden Box']",4.41,"I have been wandering my villa like a ghost, reliving the past and narrating my loves to empty rooms. Writing this has seemed like recording the memories of a woman who no longer exists, like a desperate attempt to prove I was ever here at all. The pages of this manuscript have consumed me in recent weeks. I realize that I have been slowly removing myself from my own memories, keeping them at a distance as though they are just stories that don't matter.
+Even in my own mind and heart, I am often an observer of my own life, a narrator and performer. I have so often performed the art of loving, given and received the gift of passion for its own sake, wondering frequently whether it is enough, what holds it all together, what makes it _my_ story. Sometimes it seems that my experiences are not a life but a dream, one which has reached its end, leaving me frightened, confused, and alone.
+I guess it is fitting that my memories, much like my life, should become so much about those I have enjoyed and learned from and so little about myself. Over the years, I have often struggled with insecurity and discontent; while I have loved my work, the adventures my body has taken me on, I have not always been easy in spirit. I have feared what my life would become with age, when I might no longer be found beautiful and worthy of the passionate desire so often taken for granted. I wonder whether the life I chose is a young person's life, one impossible to sustain. For these last months I have been hiding, fearing my life was already over. The endless hours of near-perfect solitude have given me too much time with my own doubts, too much time to pass judgment on myself, to accuse myself for the failure of past loves, to avoid figuring out what comes next.
+The irony of trying to create something permanent to attest to a life of transient moments colored my thinking, encouraged me to doubt every past decision rather than continue to embrace the moment and the unknown future. I accepted Lottie's invitation to visit her in San Francisco months ago, before I started this complicated narration. I have since second-guessed my decision to return to the States many times, driving poor Suzette nearly to distraction by calling upon her to revise, cancel, and reinstate my travel plans on an almost daily basis. Only reading over these pages finally convinced me to go; the bittersweet nostalgia I see here frightens me more than any of my doubts or suspicions about my chosen path. I must seek out others before I disappear into words and memories, before I accept my life as a work completed. This is what I told myself as I settled in for take-off, and what I was still telling myself when I landed in San Francisco only a few weeks ago.
+#
+Although I haven't spent much time with Lottie in years, I feel a bond to her, one even stronger than the lingering ties I feel to my contracted lovers. When I met her, many years ago, she was still Carlotta, the prima ballerina of a small company in Florence. She was also the wife of my contract at the time, an expatriate American painter making a minor splash in European art circles. I had seen dozens of his evocative paintings of her before I ever saw the woman herself, nude studies of her body in motion, like Degas' dancers if they were unclothed and free. In those paintings, her skin seemed to glow from within, the muscles under the skin corded and taut, but graceful and feminine in an indefinable way. In my favorite of Kenneth's paintings, she dances before a mirror, the auburn evidence of her Sicilian blood flowing to the floor as she sways back from the barre in a fainting pose which looks physically impossible to sustain. One leg and hand remain fixed to barre as the rest of her pours in a backward arc, the muscles stretched in her stomach, her naked and opened sex reflected in the mirror, forming the center of the painting. I was smitten with her in the abstract, the picture of body as art, the gifted wife and muse of a talented artist.
+I told myself that I didn't give much thought to the fact that Kenneth was married. Over the years, many of my lovers have had others, in all of the many forms those other relationships can take. I had grown accustomed even then to the fact that many of the wealthy had wives and mistresses, husbands and lovers. I no longer felt that I was an intruder in these relationships. I was, however, still unprepared for the reality of her presence, for her knowledge of me, for the complexity of our relationship to each other.
+When I received an invitation to a private recital, I rushed to open it, expecting Kenneth's familiar writing. Inside the expensively embossed folds was a quick note from the lady herself. ""Please join us, Erica. Do not be afraid. Here, there is only love."" It was signed 'Carlotta Revelle' in thick black script. Because she only used her married name, Revelle, in her private life, the note felt particularly personal, even intimate. Until I saw the word, I hadn't realized that I was afraid, but there it was. I had never been confronted with a contract's spouse, and I didn't know what to do.#
+When did this happen? When did the world around me become so constantly steeped in memories? It seems that everything I see or do reminds me of another time, a life experience already enjoyed and filed away for later review. Lottie noticed my bouts of introversion, and tried to draw me out. While I didn't mean to, I resisted her attempts to talk to me about something more than current events and art.
+I was afraid she may give up on my less-than-impressive companionship skills, but she surprised me by secretly slipping an envelope onto my bed table while I slept. Intrigued, I opened it to be greeted by the familiar scent of vanilla musk, and my nipples hardened despite my mental distraction. But the mystery of what I found kept me in the present moment, rather than sliding back into the past for another physical memory of previous lovers. Inside, I found an invitation to a private residence, accompanied by a brief note. ""Please join us, Lady Erica. Lottie tells me we may be able to help each other."" It was signed 'Jeremy Williams' in decisive strokes of a blue fountain pen. I searched my memory, but the only Jeremy Williams I could think of was a concert pianist turned conductor, a man I had never met but knew of only through others.
+I dressed hurriedly and headed downstairs to ask Lottie about the invitation and the _ignoto_ Mr. Williams. I found her sitting at the breakfast table, sipping coffee. Her face looked pinched, pain clearly visible on her fine features despite her valiant attempts to smile. For the first time since my arrival, she used her cane for help standing up. I didn't know what to do, whether to help her, or if that would insult her with the suggestion of pity. Torn by indecision, the moment passed and I did nothing, choosing by default to sit at the table and wait for her to return from the kitchen. When she stepped back around the dividing wall and into the sunny morning room, I rose to take the coffee from her, but she waved impatiently at me with the hand holding her cane. I realized she would rather fall than let me take this simple domestic task from her, and sat back down. Sighing as she sat down, she leaned her ornate cane against her chair before pouring for us both. Smiling through lips stretched thin with masked suffering, she spoke. ""Some days are easy. Some days are hard. Life continues, and every day is new. That is how I keep hope."" Her cultivated voice washed through the small room, the simplicity of her words carrying more weight as they slipped over the walls like a shadow.
+#
+Kenneth told me that he wanted me to attend the recital, but that Carlotta wanted to speak with me for reasons she wouldn't reveal to him. My relationship with Kenneth was an open secret in their social circles, an unacknowledged but well-known reality. Bringing me to her before witnesses could create chaos, and would certainly create some unflattering rumors about one or all of us. As the ""ugly American,"" Kenneth was already in a perilous social position among the cognoscenti of the art world. The fact that his star was still on the rise only made his position more dangerous. I realized for the first time how much he loved her, however it might look to others, that he would risk his own status, even his career, in this way.
+I attended the recital, seeing Carlotta dance for the first time. She led the company in a brief interlude from their most recent production, then took the stage alone to perform a solo death scene, a performance originally choreographed by George Ballanchine for his wife, a prima ballerina who was soon after struck down by polio. Carlotta was graceful, elegant, and heartbreaking. The poetic undertones of the piece's origin added to the drama of the moment. When she finished, there was a hushed silence. The audience, myself included, seemed unnaturally still, afraid even to breathe lest the spell of the moment be broken. Then the cheering began, a swelling ovation that lasted minutes.
+When the last ""bravo!"" had been savored and silenced, an usher approached me. ""Miss Erica? You are wanted backstage."" He directed me toward the wings, away from the other attendees, who were making their way toward the palazzo for a reception with the company. My hands shook with nerves as I clutched my velvet wrap around me and followed his directions to her dressing room.
+I moved my hand to knock on the door, but it was opened before I had the chance. Carlotta was even more stunning in person than on stage or in Kenneth's paintings. She opened the door distracted, her tidy bun unraveling as she worked to remove her stage makeup. I had no idea what to say, but she gracefully took the pressure from me by inviting me in and asking me to sit. She apologized for keeping me waiting, but said she would only be a moment. Even if she hadn't been so warm and charming, I had no desire to argue. She was true to her word and completed her task quickly, turning from her dressing table mirror to face me.
+""I know you must wonder why you are here."" Her English was clipped and clear, obviously well practiced. ""I wish that I could tell you simply. But, it seems nothing is simple right now. I'm asking you to stay with Kenneth longer. I know that your time with him is almost over."" I started to speak, to ask her how she knew so much. She interrupted me with an impatient wave of her hand. ""You must stay with us, Erica. Please. Kenneth will need you now, more than ever. _We_ need you. We risk losing each other, and I need you to help us find each other again."" She looked unbearably sad, her lower lip quavered as though she might cry, but still did not give me a chance to speak, to interrupt her painful rehearsed speech. ""Tonight was my last performance. I can no longer dance.""
+#
+""You helped me once, when I did not know if anyone could. Now I will help you, Erica. Please, meet with Jeremy and Renee. Today is a bad day, tonight I will stay home. But it is probably best that you go alone in any case."" She saw my face and spoke words I vividly remembered. ""Don't be afraid. Here, there is only love.""
+#
+When Kenneth came to me that night, it was clear that Carlotta had told him everything. Tears stained his face when I opened the door to him. There was nothing that to say, no words were sufficient. Tears came to my eyes also, as I mourned for them both, for the loss of the dance that brought them to each other. He tried to speak, but could not. His eyes blazed with fury borne of heartbreak as he stepped toward me. I did all that I knew to do; I offered myself to him.
+He collected me to him, crushing my much smaller body to his large frame, bruising our mouths with kisses as his tongue explored my mouth. I was afraid for him, almost afraid of him, but my body responded to his desire, his heat. I felt myself becoming wet as his hand released my body only to attack my clothes, pulling them from me roughly and without ceremony. It was very unlike the gentle touch I was accustomed to from him, but although the shock of the abrupt change surprised me, it only excited me more. I fumbled for him in return, but he brushed my hands aside as he tore his own clothes away, discarding them almost as quickly as he had disposed of mine. I stood before him naked and unashamed, and he growled as he pulled and lifted me to him.
+The moment came suddenly, the door still hanging open as we desperately attacked each other. His need spurred me on, and I responded with my own hunger, wrapping my legs around his waist as he mauled my breast with his free hand, pinching the nipple, making me squirm with increasing desire. I clutched his back, one hand at the back of his neck as he entered me, his cock burning with its own heat, lighting my whole body on fire. He held me by the waist and the back of the neck as he thrust into me.
+We never made it past the doorway. He kicked the door shut and braced my back against it as he pounded into my body, trying to burn out the fear which had overtaken his life and drove his sudden, intense desire. I knew that I would be sore later, but I felt fully alive; my body trembled as his crushing thrusts drove him into me. The friction of our bodies coming together in unchecked lust pushed me over the edge, the high cliff of ecstatic release. I cried out as I came, my spasming body pulling him with me into the vortex of orgasm. He held me to his chest as his seed flooded me. As the moment passed, he rocked me gently in his arms. I was still impaled on his softening cock as I laid my head on his shoulder. I felt his tears on my back as he whispered his torment. ""What will we do? Oh Erica, what will we do now?""
+#
+I arrived at the given address, a restored Victorian on expensive Nob Hill, at seven o'clock. The tall, elegant, gently silvered man who opened the door smiled warmly. ""Lady Erica. It is so wonderful that you're here. Please, come in."" He offered his hand. ""I'm Jeremy Williams, welcome to my home."" He wound my hand through his proffered arm as I entered, guiding me slowly into the great room beyond the foyer. Every surface was planed and gleaming wood; high ceilings, carefully laid floor, bookshelves and walls shone with rich warmth, illuminating rather than stifling the stunning paintings all around. As I savored the interior, trying to drink in the beauty of this palatial room, I noticed that many of the paintings were Kenneth's, and featured Lottie. Jeremy gently touched my hand with his free one, ""I knew you would like it. Lottie's told me we share many loves."" He did not elaborate on his ambiguous statement; instead he led me to one of the couches before the empty fireplace, releasing me with a promise to return with wine, so we could relax and become acquainted.
+When he returned, he passed me a glass of Valpolicella, its rich burgundy color and smooth fullness fit the grandeur of the room. I was impressed by his uncommonly polished manners and exquisite taste. As I savored the first sip I tried to arrange my mind to ask hundreds of unanswered questions. My attention was quickly drawn, however, to a lovely young woman who silently slipped into the room with us. Her coppery skin glowed with the same warmth as everything else in the room as she offered her hand. Before either of us could speak, Jeremy volunteered: ""Renee Ste. Michele, Lady Erica."" I think that we all smiled in combined nervousness and greeting, but my eyes locked on hers as their emerald depths glowed. I felt a stirring from the past, a reminder of my lovely Etienne. Unaccountably embarrassed by the moment, I dropped my eyes as she took her hand from mine, gliding in close to Jeremy, on the couch across from me. She was the first to speak.
+""I need your help, Lady Erica.""
+""Please, just Erica."" I smiled my encouragement, enchanted by her youthful and easy beauty, her lilting voice, and the unvoiced promise I saw in her eyes.
+""Alright."" She nearly whispered. ""Erica."" Jeremy's eyes moved from her to me and back again, drinking us both in with the gaze of both an artist and a lover. ""I have studied my whole life, practiced to perform. And now, I freeze at even the thought of an audience. I cannot play before a full room, much less a symphony hall. It seems I can only play here, it is only here that I feel safe."" I looked back and forth between them, confused by this turn.
+""I am not sure that I am the one to help you. I have no art, no lessons to impart. What can I bring to you that might help you with this?""
+Jeremy interrupted. ""But you do have art. Everyone has an art. Sometimes it takes one person's art to unlock another's. Please forgive me if I am too familiar, but Lottie has told us how you helped her, and Kenneth. Before Kenneth's death, he told us about you also, how you helped him through her illness, the surgeries and heartbreak. And how you helped them to find each other again."" More echoes of memory, reminders of another time. ""Please, you will hear us play. Tonight, be our guest. There's no pressure on you, no demands. We want nothing more than what I know you have. You do not have to answer right now.""
+They moved, standing in unison, as choreographed and graceful as dancers. Renee offered her hand to me as I rose. ""I will play for you. For you, it will be alright. I am certain.""
+Listening to our footsteps as we made our way down the long hall, I began to understand the special appeal of this house. The high ceilings and long halls created great acoustics, echo chambers which would amplify and carry every sound. We moved together to the practice room, another opulent and cavernous space. I was finally forced to let go of Renee's hand, which I didn't realize I was still holding. We settled in and they began to play, Jeremy accompanying Renee's cello on the piano.
+After only moments of warming up and tuning to each other, they launched into Schumann's ""Fantasiucke for Violoncello and Piano,"" a haunting piece dominated by the rich sounds of the cello. I was already captivated by the difficult favorite; seeing it brought to life by one so young made the experience somehow more unexpected. Renee's rich cello filled the room at the opening moments, as she closed her eyes and relaxed into the music. Jeremy's cascading notes were tinkling silver charms on a locked anklet, her grand, decisive notes echoing like hoofbeats on cobblestone. Her hands caressed the instrument in the lowering light, sunset descending. The cello, its shape the silhouette of a woman, vibrated under her touch. Her skilled and graceful hands produced notes which strained the capacities of even such a fine instrument. I was reminded again of Etienne, her skillful manipulations of my body, the openness and easy acceptance of her touch. The memory fit the moment perfectly, combining with the beauty of the music into a single fantasy of erotic surprise and violated expectations. I flushed with desires both remembered and new.
+Abruptly, her cello became the hunted, Jeremy's piano the pursuer taking up the chase with urgency, his quick hands moving frantically over the keys, deft fingers practiced and sure like those of my long ago professor. His whole body worked over the keys, wringing music from them in the same way that Cristoforo's frenzied bursts breathed life into stone. Their music blended together, drew each other out, bounced from the walls and returned again richer, seeming to wake the walls to make the room became brighter and more alive with possibilities. The room glowed and I smelled a wisp of cedar. My senses were overwhelmed. I felt as much as heard the crescendo approaching, and it took my body with it. As Renee and Jeremy chased each other, they captured me between them in their passionate musical embrace . The climax came, and I felt the warmth spread through my body, my hips clenching, nipples erect and straining against my silk blouse.  
+Until that moment, I had been only half aware of my body's growing arousal. My interest was caught entirely in their music, their perfectly matched play was more intimate than love, more mutually passionate than sex. The astonishing power of their music made the air seem electrified. After all the years of this life, another first. The beauty of their performance woke every part of me, blending body and mind together so fully that despite remaining untouched, I felt the waves of orgasm crash over me. I lost myself in the pleasure of it, too consumed to wonder if they brought each other to this same place, to analyze it at all. The end left me panting and spent, still faintly feeling the vibrations, like a cello under phantom hands.
+#
+Six weeks after Lottie's final surgery, I knew it was time to leave. She was finally returning to her former self, her beauty resurfacing from under the mask of her illness and the painful loss of her first love. She was finally ready to leave the walker behind, and to begin facing the world again. Her auburn hair carried a new streak of white, her famously chiseled features were accented by a haunting new depth in her eyes. She was then, as she remains now, breathtaking.
+When Kenneth came to me alone later that same day, neither of us could speak. I just nodded, embraced him, and gave him a tender kiss goodbye. Before I left, I sent Carlotta, Lottie now that we knew each other in such a unique way, the gift I had chosen for her weeks before. The expanded wings of the mythic bird caught the light, and I knew that I had chosen well. Usually, when I left, my contracts sent me off with a gift, a token by which to remember our time together. This time, I felt that I owed the debt, that I had gained the most from the time the three of us spent together. I gently wrapped the small silver figure in silk, placing it in a wooden box. I placed a note on the cool silk; the words were insufficient to express all that I had learned from them both, but they would have to do. ""From the ashes, the phoenix always rises again. Always, Erica."" Tears stained my face as I packed to leave the place I had called home for many months.
+#
+As they completed the piece, Jeremy stood and moved behind Renee, who was still coming down from the high of her own passionate release, the joy of her music. While she panted and clutched her bow, hands at her sides as the cello rested between her knees, he caressed her shoulders. Stroking her gently, he looked at me as he spoke. ""You see, we all have our art."" His eyes glimmered with desire and a clear awareness of what had transpired, the way their music had transported me. ""Yours is a fine and beautiful instrument. It has simply been too long since you've played. But an artist never forgets their art. It is part of you, always."" Renee continued to look dazed and spent, and I wondered if she had experienced her own orgasmic rush, if she knew all there was to know about the power of her own passionate art. I knew then that I belonged with them.
+I returned to Lottie's last night feeling better than I had in months, perhaps even years. I went to sleep that night with a mind full of possibilities, daring to dream again of new loves and old. This morning, I again woke to a surprise gift from Lottie. The small wooden box felt smooth under my cool fingertips. As I opened it, I drank in the rich scent of cedar, relishing the memories it brought my body, adding to them the image of the richly glowing woods of Jeremy's home and Renee's cello. The box was lined with rose petals, delicately ripe damask petals, somehow found out of season just for me. Lottie knows so many of my secrets. Nearly buried in the petals, I found a small silver phoenix and a note scented with Lottie's vanilla musk. ""From the ashes, the phoenix always rises again. Always, Lottie.""
+I must prepare to leave. I will return to my lovely villa today, but not to stay. I do not relish the disappointment I will bring Suzette with the news that I am returning to San Francisco for a longer stay, but I must pack for my contract with Jeremy and Renee. I will return soon, join them for the next adventure of this strange and beautiful journey. Now that the crisis is passing, I cannot believe how easily I lost the thread of my work. I have lamented that the past is behind me, losing sight of the fact that the future remains always ahead. Tomorrow is a new day, and in that there is indeed hope that I had forgotten. I have lamented the loss of old loves and adventures, but no more. My past is a rich tapestry, one that makes me who I am. My ended love affairs are not tragedies, but beautiful memories to cherish and savor as they inform today, and the adventures still to come.
+Lottie waits for me downstairs, and I must finish this for now. But, this is only a chapter of a work in progress. Perhaps Lottie should be the first to share these pages with me. I think that perhaps now I can open myself to the knowledge that love which comes from the body also comes from the heart. Maybe this is indeed my art, the art of surrender to and mastery of the experience of loving. I know that I must return to Lottie's San Francisco, must experience the adventure she has found for me here. Lottie continues to teach me about strength, friendship, and the enduring bonds of even long-ago passion. Jeremy and Renee will teach me something new about this life, this art. Here, there is only love. And it is enough, at least for now."
+214,Memoirs of a Lady,JUDO,Chain Stories,2001-08-10,2001-08-25,2022-01-08 03:52:10,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/memoirs-of-a-lady-ch-10,1. Erica is rescued during an adventurous ride to Mexico. 2. The story behind the chain.,[''],4.32,"**Chapter 10: The Yellow Rows of Taxis**
+I awoke this morning feeling uneasy. My usual daily routines did nothing to steady the sudden jangle of nerves lying just beneath my composure. The warm weather of late summer had cooled, darkening as a storm stalled over the coast from northern Africa. Perhaps that was it. Perhaps it was the overcast skies.
+As I have been writing these past months, depression, melancholy, passion and revelation had been some of my many companions in this review of my life's journey. But today the weather was steering me, taking me from my comfortable room to a dark, panicked time I had almost forgotten.
+Something was there, barking at the edge of my memory when the teapot's song called me to the kitchen. As I searched through the teas in the cabinet, I tried to put my finger on what it was that was drawing me from this relaxed sojourn away from my travels and friends. It made me wonder about my self- imposed exile I had decided upon. An exile to confirm that I was still the ""me"" I had started out as, so many years ago at University.
+Simple and silly as I see it now, the image jumped from my mind like the flash of a camera. When I selected a teacup from the cabinet and added the steaming water to the chamomile, a roll of distant thunder echoed against the house, shaking glasses and silverware gently. I reacted by looking up at the window and seeing tiny drops of water streak against the glass blown by gusts of wind and suddenly I was at another window, dreaming.
+A rolling darkness pounded at me in waves. It felt thrilling, like something alive rubbing up against me. I felt as though I was flying low, moving through a world of wet green plants that clutched at me purposely, trying to make me let go and fall. A distant green horizon beckoned out of the darkness. My breath increased to a panting, raking down my throat. My body was alive with a dark, wet sensation, jumping at me, kicking me, bruising me. I held on for dear life to the mass of warmth beneath until…a slow relaxation urged me to let go, lean back and be free. I tilted my head back in the wind, smiling.
+I opened my eyes. I couldn't see. Darkness presented itself. I sucked in my breath. My hands flew to my face. Soft. I pulled at the softness. A light near me blurred and danced. I blinked and rubbed my eyes. The low drone of the engines brought me back to reality. I was still on the plane. I raised the window shade and looked out into black night. Tiny droplets of moisture trailed wet paths across plastic blown by gusts of wind. It was raining outside.
+I took the sleeping mask off my eyes and the pillow from around my neck, laying them on the arm of the chair. A light, wool blanket still covered me, keeping me warm from the chill of the air conditioning. I stretched my hands over my head, tightening my legs and pointing my toes. A cleansing breath woke my mind up, clearing the last vestiges of the green darkness.
+Next to me, a man slept. His hands in his lap and his head tilted away afforded little of my usual opportunities of assessment that I received when presented with such scenarios. I had arrived early for the four o'clock departure and none of the other first-class passengers were present when I climbed the stairs to take my place. So, the sleeping man was a surprise.
+Who was he? Where did he come from? Why was his light still on? This was a game I played with myself from time-to-time when I was waiting in lobbies or stations. Not much to go on. I looked him up and down, unclogging the corner of my mind where detective traits were stored. He had on bluejeans (Levis), black silk shirt (nice), shoes? No, they were off. White socks and not shoes, but cowboy boots on the floor. The wool blanket was bunched over his legs. He had dark hair, but little flecks of gray peppered his temples. The lines at the corners of his eyes testified to time spent outdoors. Forties…fifties? I looked at his physique. No real flab to speak of. Either he worked outside or spent all of his time at the gym. Interesting.
+How long had I been lying next to this man?
+Quietly, I opened the chair's arm and pulled the video monitor into its upright position. I clicked it on and immediately the graphic of our flight path appeared. We were somewhere just northeast of Nova Scotia, arcing southwards towards Lake Michigan. The clock was still synchronized to our departure time. It was now 8:30, morning in Holland. Four hours had past and still eight more to go to reach Mexico City.
+I wondered if Dr. L was still asleep.
+For the past week, I had been staying at the house of an old benefactor of mine, Dr. Ottmar Liedermann. He had called and asked me to assist him in playing host to several visiting technology companies with which he did business throughout the year. I gladly accepted, Dr. L was always generous, letting me come-and-go as I pleased. Time with him was more like a vacation than work.
+The annual technological convention, IDC, was in Amsterdam and everyone ""in the business"" as he said, ""was coming to my town. Please help me, Erica."" How could I refuse such an honest plea?
+Just last night, I had taken several of his guests out on the town. We went to Die Milchebar, dancing, drinking and carousing with half-dressed natives until late in the evening. After that, we walked to the red-light district and had fun just cruising the streets, viewing the flesh for rent in the windows along the canal. Around 2:30, someone suggested getting a meal and a fresh start, so I took a taxi back to my hotel near the park. As usual, I stopped at the front desk for messages, not expecting any, but there was one. A message from my assistant Suzette to call her immediately. It was marked ""urgent.""
+I hurried to my room and got comfortable, throwing off my sweaty clothes and donning one of the hotel's fluffy white robes. I dialed the number and waited. The phone rang four times before a very weary Suzette answered, ""Allo?""
+""Suzette, wake up. It's me, Erica."" I heard sheets rustling and bed springs creaking.
+Through the window I could see trolleys stop and pick up passengers. That was one of the many wonderful things about Amsterdam, it was moving and alive twenty-four hours a day.
+""Erica?"" said the whisper that was Suzette.
+""Yes, you left a message for me…marked urgent. I wouldn't have phoned at this time of night, but you said to call immediately."" A long pause of silence ended with a stretch and a yawn.
+""Please…just a moment."" The phone settling on something wooden was followed by a loud thump. I think she fell out of the bed. I heard her footsteps walk away and then return. Pages flipped as she searched for something.
+""I'm sorry, Erica. I will wake up in a moment,"" she said apologetically.
+""It's okay. Do you have the message?"" I wondered what made this call so urgent. Was it a relative in trouble? A friend in need?
+""Yes, yes, here it is…A Señor Alamondro called earlier today. He says that you must call him immediately."" She read the words, but it took a moment for me to realize their significance.
+I could feel the blood drain from my face. At last, I thought. It was for a friend.
+""He says that the judge has set a date for the review, but that you must record your testimony in the presence of an officer of the court or it will not be accepted as evidence. Does this make sense to you, Erica?""
+""Yes, yes…go on. Do you have the date?"" I loved Suzette, but sometimes her skills as my assistant really tasked my patience.
+""Yes, uhm…it's next Friday in Cabo San Lucas,"" she said very matter-of-factly.
+Oh my God, I thought, I have to leave now. My mind raced ahead. How would I get out of the city? Would Dr. L be disappointed in me? What should I pack?
+""Okay…okay…take this down."" I had things to settle and take care of, too many for the time remaining.
+""All right…wait, let me get a pencil,"" she said sleepily. ""Okay, go.""
+I felt a tremendous sense of urgency, pulling at me. I started pacing.
+""I will leave tonight from Amsterdam. I'll get a KLM flight out of here to Mexico. Call Señor Alamondro's office and tell him I will be in Cabo before this Friday.""
+""Yes, I will call him right away."" In spite of the hour, she sounded alert, but unfortunately misfiring.
+""No, no, you can't call them now, Suzette. Don't call them until this evening…around seven. Right now, it'll be too late to reach them…it's six o'clock yesterday evening there. And I need you to come to Amsterdam right away.""
+""What? Me? Amsterdam?"" She stammered. I could almost see her stand up and pace in the flannel nightie she loved so much. Now she sounded wide awake.
+""Yes, I will be taking a small overnight case with me from here. I need you to pack up my room and finish out the weekend with Dr. Liederman for me. Please make my apologies."" Dr. L's week was just beginning, but he likes pretty girls like Suzette, maybe her presence would make it up to him.
+""Really?"" she began breathlessly, ""What should I wear? I've never done any…""
+""It's just hosting, Suzette,"" I said evenly. ""You know, like a party host. Make certain the guests have a good time, but don't be the good time, okay?""
+""Oh…okay. I will be there tonight."" She was disappointed. I could hear it in her voice, but I had other things to worry about.
+""Good, that's fine. Get here tonight and call before you arrive. I'll call you when I touch down."" I was already making a checklist in my mind of all the things I had to do to get going. After hanging up, I showered quickly, dressed in some comfortable traveling clothes, packed a few essentials and called a cab.
+As we drove through the city, I thought back to a couple of nights ago, troubling thoughts, which now prompted my departure.
+Across the canal from Dr. Lidermann's is the most famous home in the city, the former hiding place of Anne Frank. During a party, while I stood on the balcony looking at Herr Frank's place of business and family home, I realized they have become international monuments to the suffering people will endure to avoid tragedy. A sadness crept over me…somewhere my Enrique was enduring a similar threat, hiding from black-hearted tyranny. Tears sprang to my eyes. I couldn't help it. So much time had passed since I had received his passionate letter from Padre Arturo Ramirez. I wept, wondering where he was.
+An hour later, I was on the plane, taxiing down the runway.
+The man next to me shifted, drawing me out of my melancholy reverie. He folded his arms and faced me now, shifting in his reclined seat as he rolled to his right. I watched as the blanket slipped off of his lap and gathered around his feet. Now here was a sight I was more familiar with when observing men with which I am privileged to wake.
+A sizeable lump curved from his groin to his near pocket, pointing towards his hip. In the man's innocent state, it looked tempting and quite promising. I wondered if he knew how to use it. I hadn't been looking for a distraction, but it was nice to find one that could take my mind away from the more serious matters.
+Beneath his mask, I couldn't make out much of what he looked like, but what I could see certainly held my interest. The jaw line was well pronounced and square. Beautiful nose and cheek bones. His hair was well kept and judging by the shapes defined under the silk, he was hard where I was soft. I could feel my panties growing moist while I watched him. I closed my eyes, moved my hand beneath the blanket and gently touched myself. In my mind's eye, I could see his hand on my hip, caressing lower to my leg and drifting quietly to touch my mons. As I took a deep breath through my nose, a tingling rose up my body. When it reached my head, I shivered, jerking my head towards him.
+I opened my eyes. One hand had dropped from his chest, the fingertips tucked just inside his hip pocket above his penis. Was he awake…watching me? Could he see from underneath the mask? My nipples hardened at the thought, bunching up beneath my dress. I looked down at my breasts. Even with my sweater in place, I was advertising my lust.
+I closed my eyes and slowly, moved my legs further apart, rolling my hips forward. I pushed my hand lower and through my panties, began to gently brush my lips with my little finger. Heat resonated from my vulva, the hot moist air caressed my palm.
+A deep sigh came from the stranger lying next to me. I slowly opened my right eye, the one away from him in the lee of my nose. I could see him from only his waist down. His fingers moved over the end of his bulge, circling very slowly, a delicious sight. Awake or asleep? I couldn't tell yet. How to test, how to test? Keeping my one eye trained on his pocket hand, I shifted in my seat, rolling my hips towards him a bit and bringing my other hand up to my breasts. His fingers stopped moving. Awake! The naughty boy…
+I quietly pushed my panties to one side and teased myself. My left hand cupped beneath my breast and gently squeezed. I felt wonderful. I felt wicked. I wanted to make his fingers move again. I slid a finger into me, taking a deep breath as I did.
+With a mind of its own, my left hand slid beneath my sweater and into my low- cut dress. With thumb and forefinger, it rolled my hardened nipple, sending little tingles down to my pussy. A little moan escaped my throat. Looking over my nose, I peeked at the man. His fingers weren't moving. Instead, his whole hand was deep in his pocket, clutching at his erection.
+As I continued my own ministrations, I slowly opened my remaining eye. His mouth was slightly open and the mask was pushed back off of his eyes, a steadfast blue they were, opened wide and watching my hidden hand. A little devilish smile pulled at the corner of my mouth.
+""Hello,"" I whispered to him. He jumped, pulling his hand from the pocket. His eyes met mine and didn't miss the smile.
+""Oh, I'm sorry, miss, I didn't mean…,"" he started, a slight drawl in his voice.
+""Please keep doing what you were doing,"" I said softly. ""I'm restless and need a distraction."" I looked at his bulge. ""You were my inspiration."" As I sank my finger deeply inside again, my breath pushed out hotly, my eyes never leaving his. He eyes slipped down my body and back again. He smiled slowly. I winked, flirting.
+He looked around the dark compartment. Someone was snoring steadily a few rows ahead of us, but no other lights were on. He reached up and turned out his. Now, we were both bathed in the soft blue glow of light from behind the curtains to the galley, where the crew rested.
+I watched him carefully as his hand left its perch and moved downwards. He rubbed the palm of his hand along the bulge until he reached the crotch of his pants, then his fingers curled underneath, cupping his package. I looked at his face as he continued. His eyes were very handsome, deepset and bent low beneath dark eyebrows, watching my hidden movement. His hand was now rubbing the front of his jeans, sliding steadily along the bulge from his pocket to his balls. The muscles along his forearm flexed beneath the skin, making his fingers dance their erotic tango.
+""May I see?"" he whispered to me. His eyes indicated my hand beneath the blanket.
+""Maybe"" I teased. ""But only if you join me."" His eyebrows jumped in confusion. ""Show me, too,"" I said.
+His face relaxed into realization and then smiled. He carefully looked around the cabin again, then pulled the blanket up to his chest, hiding his hands. His hands moved beneath the blanket as his eyes kept stealing furtive glances in my direction. I heard the gentle pop of the first button, followed by several in succession as he opened his jeans. He raised off the seat and lowered his pants and boxers. His hands came into view again, straightening the blanket. The bulge now bowed gently beneath, pushing the wool off his lap. This was going to be fun.
+Suddenly, the steady tap, tap, tap of leather shoes climbed the steps to first class. My man looked up with a look of concern on his face. His bulge thrust higher still. I smiled at him, pulled my hand out of my dress, closed my legs gently and then closed my eyes. Quickly, he grabbed a magazine and turned on the overhead light.
+The stewardess was at his side. ""May I get you anything?"" she asked quietly.
+""No, no thank you. I'm going to try and get some more shut-eye in a minute."" He feigned a huge yawn, stretching out his arms.
+""Are you certain? No one will be up here for over an hour after me."" She didn't sound convinced.
+He yawned again for good measure. ""No, no…I'll be countin' sheep any minute, ma'am.""
+The stewardess gave up and entered the galley for a while. A couple of minutes later, she descended the staircase. I spent those minutes squeezing my thighs together while pictures of delights danced in my head.
+""Now, where were we?"" came the low whisper in my ear. Chills crept up my back.
+My eyes half-lidded and rolled in his direction. The light was out again. I glanced at his bulge, still tenting the blanket.
+I opened my legs, brushing a finger along my lips again, feeling the stickiness and lubricating warmth there. I undid the one button on my sweater and let it fall off my shoulders. My breast quivered as my hand found its position. ""I was here and here,"" I said, relaxing into masturbation again.
+""And I was here."" His hand under the blanket grasped the erection and pushed it skyward.
+I pressed a finger into me, then drew it out wetly, circling my clit. Electricity shot through my hips and I bit down on my lip, looking at the silhouette jumping under the blanket.
+""Show me,"" he whispered. ""Show me, please."" The soft purr of his deep voice gave me goosebumps.
+I pulled my hand out of my dress and watched his face. I grasped the edge of the blanket and pushed it down slowly to my thighs. The cool air of the cabin blew along my lips and I covered them, rubbing with my hand. The dress still hid everything. I gathered the silk with both hands, lifted my butt off the seat and pulled the hem to my waist. A deep tingling flashed along the flesh of my thighs. The man growled deeply at the sight of me. I opened my lips with my left hand and raising the middle finger of my right, I made a show of sinking it in…two, three times deeply, moaning as I did.
+The blanket jumped. I brought my finger to my mouth, lubricating it. His eyes followed my hand.
+""You're beautiful…so dang sexy. "" He continued stroking himself. My eyes watched the blanket.
+""Your turn. Let me see."" A new cock…always a treat to see one for the first time…to wonder what pleasure lay ahead for it and me.
+Again, he examined the compartment, but no one was awake. He looked back at me and my nakedness, displayed for him.
+""Please, kind sir?"" I begged like a little girl asking for more chocolate.
+He smiled and raised the blanket, hiding us from the aisle. His cock was magnificent. Nestled in a thick patch of dark hair, it curved gently to the ruby sponge at the end, bouncing as he stroked his hand along its length. For many weeks, a more erotic sight had not met my eyes than this stranger's prick, pulsing before my gaze.
+""Pretty,"" I told him.
+""No one's ever said that before,"" he whispered, half-laughing at the thought.
+I smiled. Sometimes you had to be in the right frame of mind to appreciate fine art.
+As I watched him masturbate, I steadily increased my own rhythm, matching him stroke for stroke. I first felt my passion building deep inside my hips like a little voice nibbling at the edge of my awareness. My nipples were hard. I continually rolled and pinched my right, then my left. His hand became a blur. The head grew larger until its spongy texture turned to satin. His arm beat his side as his breath came in great gasps now. I licked my lips as I watched him. I wanted his cock. I wanted it inside me, but how…where? I moaned and plunged my fingers home again…again.  
+Suddenly, a bright flash like a paparazzi camera lit the interior of the cabin, followed quickly by another. My head spun. What was it?
+""Oh my God. Look!"" I followed his gaze out the window.
+Blackness at first, then the clouds lit up from within several times. Rain washed over the windows now and trails of it, streamed off of the wing behind us. A couple of miles away, off to our starboard side, a huge lightning storm was lighting up the night sky. Another flash and a bolt danced among several clouds for what seemed like seconds. The clouds near and far traded spears of light that would make a professional photographer grateful to be on our flight, but it scared me. Lightning always scared me.
+The plane began to bounce as though we were driving along a bad road. The seatbelt light binged above us and the intercom clicked on, filling the cabin with static.
+""Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. This is the captain speaking. Sorry to bother you at this time, but I have asked the crew to come by and check everyone. As you can see, I have illuminated the seat belt sign. So, at this time, I would like everyone to take their seats and fasten your seatbelts securely. We have just crossed over the Mississippi River and we are encountering a little turbulence stemming from a front just north of us.""
+The captain clicked off and the familiar tap, tap, tap climbed the steps to first class again. I pulled my dress down and fumbled for my seat belt. The man next to me was already buttoning his jeans closed. He finished the last one, just as the stewardess reached our seats. The cabin lights came on and I finally found the other end of my seatbelt.
+""Are you okay?"" She asked, less concerned for our safety than nosey. I think she knew something was going on.
+""Yes, fine…thank you. Is this turbulence going to continue?"" I was worried. Flying and storms, I had read about the results too often.
+""Well, I'm not sure,"" she began, looking towards the captain's cabin ahead of us, ""but I believe the captain is trying to find out how far the storm extends towards Dallas. Perhaps we can get permission to fly above it.""
+She moved on to the seats in front of us, working her way through the cabin. Several other overhead lights were clicking on and at least one person was complaining out loud about being taken from their sleep. I watched the storm and gripped my seat.
+A huge flash lit the interior again, but this time quickly followed by a loud rumble of thunder. The plane continued to rock and roll.
+""Yeeha! That was a close one,"" commented my formerly stiff companion. It was not something I wanted to hear. I looked at his face. Clearly something was wrong with him. He was smiling and looked a little delirious. ""This is going to be some ride, just like a rollercoaster.""
+I wanted to put an end to any such line of thought. ""But the stewardess said…""
+""You can't believe everything they say, they're just trying to make you feel safe. Believe you me, I've ridden in these kinda storms before, comin' into DFW and they are somethin' else!"" He paused for emphasis. ""Air pockets are the best part. The plane just kinda falls out of the sky all of the sudden and slowly catches itself."" He explained this last part complete with dramatic hand gestures.
+""You know, I really don't want to hear about it. I prefer flights that simply get me there without the drama."" Was he kidding? He really seemed to get off on this.
+""Don't worry. Nothing bad's going to happen. I'll be sure and take care of you."" He said in his best pretty-boy, let-the-man-take-over patronizing crap.
+Right, I thought and pulled the blanket up around my neck. What are you going to do? Keep the plane from falling out of the sky?
+The static hummed from the speakers above our heads until…
+""Hello, ladies and gentlemen. I have an update from the tower at DFW. The airport is receiving a little rain at the moment, but the storm outside will not be reaching them for several hours. We are less than an hour away from our descent into Dallas-Fort Worth, so we will be having a little bit of a bouncy ride, coming in. Please do not get out of your seats unless you have to and while you are seated, please keep your seatbelts fastened. I'll return with any weather updates. Thank you.""
+Great, just great, I thought.
+The Looney Toon next to me threw an elbow and said, ""See, I told ya.""
+I said a quick prayer for his special place in hell and looked for the headphones. Maybe a little music could help me escape. I found the headphones in the arm of my chair, plugged them in and put them on. I fumbled with the little switch on the seat, changing channels. Quickly, I turned past The Eagles, Blink 182, Billy Ray Cyrus and found the classical channel. Ironically, Richard Wagner's ""Ride of the Valkyrie"" was just starting. This was not the proper mood music to calm me down. I switched the channels a few more times and located some new age music. Some tune with Japanese flutes, kotos and hand percussion was attempting to lull the world to slumber. I stayed on that channel and thought about chanting.
+For the next forty-five minutes, the plane rocked, jumped, rolled and did everything but glide gently. We finally burst out of the cloud cover on our descent and saw the lights of Dallas below us. Wind still pounded the plane, several times causing me to catch my stomach. As I white-knuckled the chair around me, my seatmate punctuated the air with several ""yeahs, a woo-hoo and a couple of more yeehas!"" as the flight dipped and parried through the air.
+By the time we touched down (with a sideways lurch, I might add) and rolled to a reasonable stop on the runway, I was drained. The rest of the people in the cabin clapped for the captain and crew, but I just tried to breathe deeply. I felt relieved to be on the ground, but emotionally I was done.
+The stewardess came by and checked on us again. ""Are you okay?"" she asked. ""You look a little pale.""
+I rubbed my forehead and breathed deeply again. I assured her that I was fine, but I wanted to know how soon my connecting flight left for Mexico City. I needed time if I was going to prepare myself for another ride like that one.
+""I don't have any information about your flight. Sorry, but we were a little busy with everyone. If you check at the gate when we deplane, they should be able to help you."" She said that with all the warmth of an arctic wind. I was sorry I asked.
+She left to deliver more news to the rest of first-class. The man next to me was more composed now. As I gathered the last of my carry-on items, he turned to me and watched. I looked up at him, wondering, ""What now?""
+""I'm really sorry you had such a rough flight."" He sounded sincere.
+I attempted a smile and said, ""Yeah, I don't do well in tight situations, but…thank you. It sure started out well.""
+He laughed. ""You can say that again. Say, are you stayin' somewhere in the Metroplex area? I could give you a ride or…"" Now he was trying to be my friend? Well, at least I had a good excuse.
+""No, I'm not. I'm just stopping over to catch another flight to Mexico City tonight. But thank you. At least we had fun while it lasted."" I leaned over and kissed his cheek. He grinned, looked down sheepishly and rubbed his chin. Men like that can be so charming sometimes, so mature and handsome on the outside, but such little boys inside.
+As the plane settled at the gate and we started disembarking, I thought of something…and turned to him.
+""By the way, my name is Erica,"" I said, extending my hand.
+He smiled, taking my hand. ""Sam."" Funny, of all the men I had known, not another Sam.
+""Nice to have met you, Sam.""
+""Same for me, Erica. See ya. I won't be forgettin' you any time soon."" And with a nod of his head, he disappeared down the stairs and out the door.
+The jetway jammed about halfway to the gate and I should have known why, but I guess I was in denial. The sound of the airport got louder and louder as I approached the entrance, until it was a deafening roar. Hundreds, no thousands of people were milling about. I saw lines of people extending out of sight down the center aisle of the terminal from each gate.
+At our gate, three attendants were waiting on a huge line. The lady in blue nearest the end looked up as I approached.
+""Do you have any information about the next flight to Mexico City?"" I was earnest and concerned.
+She looked confused by my question. ""I'm sorry, Miss, but the airport is closed now. The storm outside is getting worse and we've had to cancel all flights in and out of DFW.""
+You could have knocked me over with a feather. I was shocked. ""But for how long?""
+She just shrugged her shoulders. ""You'll have to check at the KLM main desk. Our computers here are out, the storm, you know."" She quickly turned back to her impatient customers.
+I walked out into the center aisle and looked at what was going on. Utter chaos. Lines of frustrated passengers were stretched as far as I could see. Slowly, I made my way to the end of the terminal. Three in the morning and people were everywhere. Thank God, I didn't have any luggage.
+I reached the front of the terminal. Hundreds of people were gathered there. After an hour's wait, I finally rode the tram to the main terminal. More chaos! Many people were sleeping in the aisles, on chairs…the line at the KLM desk was ridiculous. A woman, who looked very rattled, taking care of first- class and business passengers, was making her way down the line. I stopped her.
+""Where is the Club for first-class?"" I asked wearily.
+""Down the hall and to the right. Take the elevator up to three. Follow the signs. Good luck,"" she said and buzzed on down the line.
+Good luck? I didn't like the sound of that.
+I found the club just like she said, but it was no better. I waited and watched the main part of the storm blow in.
+Half-past four in the morning and I was finally talking to someone who might know something. A haggard-looking woman in a black company suit furiously typed into a working computer.
+""Sorry, miss, but your flight is still sitting on the ground in Mexico City. The storm will not clear for at least another eight hours, they tell us. So, the only thing I can tell you for certain is that you will not be leaving today.""
+""Is there another flight that I can take instead?"" I tossed a leaf into the wind.
+She smiled at me. This was not good.
+""I'm sorry, miss. Could I assist you in finding a hotel in the area?"" She looked at me then over my shoulder at the immense line behind me.
+Following the ""Let's be friendly"" manual to the last page, she proceeded to call dozens of hotels in the area on my behalf. As it turned out, a cattle auction and computer convention had almost every room sewn up in advance and the rest were being taken by the airport refugees.
+She gave me the numbers for several businesses that could line me up with a place to stay when they opened in four hours. I asked where the rental car agencies were.
+The rental car offices were next to baggage downstairs and you guessed it, the madness continued. The line at Hertz seemed to be the shortest, so I started there. But by the time the line was only half-gone, they announced that they were out of cars. I tried another line with the same results.
+Giving up, I followed the signs for Ground Transportation. Outside, lines of people stood at the Rent-A-Bus stop and the Taxi stop. The rain was coming down in buckets, sideways. Water stood a foot deep against the curb and washed over it every time a car or truck drove by. I looked down. Naturally, I was in open-toed pumps.
+I looked up and screamed to the heavens, ""What did I do to deserve this?"" Behind me, a woman's laugh reached my ears. I turned and saw a big-haired brunette with a long Burberry coat, jeans and boots, sitting on a bench.
+""Didn't exactly dress for the weather, did ya'll?"" she asked in her twangy accent.
+I smiled a polite smile. ""How do we get out of here?"" I asked, yelling over all the noise.
+""I don't exactly know. I stood over there for about twenty minutes and I ain't seen no one leavin'. Normally, they's rows of them yella taxis right here, but I ain't seen a one for a while now."" Resigned to the fate the weather brings, she showed signs of wisdom.
+I joined her on the bench, deciding to wait and see if Providence would wake up any time soon and watch over me.
+For the next ten minutes, little traffic drove by, just the occasional car leaving with its passengers, but no taxis or busses.
+Suddenly, far to my left near a parking structure over four lanes of asphalt, I saw them. Three yellow taxis were stopped, letting passengers out. I didn't say anything. I jumped up, pulling my carry-on along behind me and ran into the rain. I splashed my way through two sets of rivers along the curbs and reached the third when a semi and bus drove by in front of me. I stopped, almost toppling off my heels into the street. The semi roared by, but the bus splashed through the curb. A wave eight feet high washed over my head. I was drenched. So much for my brushed silk Versace. I started to yell at the bus as it sped away, but quickly noticed my big-haired friend running across the street in front of me.
+I took off after her. Two taxis were left across the next asphalt lane. I caught up with her halfway across the road, when my left foot went out from under me. I fell face first into the street in about six inches of water. I was more surprised than hurt. I pushed up out of the water and looked. One taxi drove off and Big Hair got in the last one. I tried to get up, but my left pump's heel was broken. As I searched to find it, I saw my purse floating away. I took two quick steps after it, but it rolled into a whirlpool and was sucked out of sight into a culvert.
+""Oh no."" I looked up and watched Big Hair ride away with the last taxi.
+""God damn it, you bitch!"" I yelled after her, then screamed at the laughing gods above. I was furious. How could she keep the last taxi all to herself? I looked back and saw my carry-on lying in the middle of the street. I hobbled back and bent to pick it up. Just then, two bright headlights swung out of the dark driveway exiting the parking structure and hurtled right towards me. I tried to run, but just fell again. I grabbed my head as I heard the sickening skid of tires on wet pavement. They stopped.
+A door flew open and a pair of boots tromped through the water. Two strong hands picked me up. It was he.
+""Well, damn sister, what happened to you?"" said Sam, smiling down at me, ""You're soaked through.""
+I hate this when others do it, but I started to cry. Big heaping sobs just burst out of me. Sam wrapped his arms around me right there in the rain and held me.
+""Oh, sugar. It's okay. It's okay,"" he said, patting me on my back.
+""No, it's not!"" I hated this. Hated feeling helpless. Hated feeling weak.
+""C'mon…c'mon, let's get you out of here."" He reached down to my legs and picked me up. I was surprised, but in no condition to argue. He carried me to his truck. It was one of those huge, extended cab pickups. All white, with a row of fog lamps across the top of the cab. He opened the door and put me in.
+""I'll get it all wet,"" I said meekly. I wiped my eyes. Black mascara covered my fingers.
+""You're fine, darlin'…it's had worse."" He shut the door and ran off.
+He got my carry-on, put it behind the seat and climbed in. He turned on the heat. ""Now where do you want to go?""
+""I don't have any place to stay yet. They told me most of the hotels are full.""
+He looked at me and thought for a moment. ""You can stay at our place, if you want. It's not much, but it's got plenty of room. How 'bout it?"" He had one hand on the wheel and one on the shift, but his eyes held mine, waiting.
+""Our place?"" A little worry crept into my misery.
+""I work at a ranch just north of Ft. Worth, near Eagle Mountain Lake. It's real homey.""
+I looked up at his smiling face and outside at the hundreds waiting for a cab. ""Just get me out of here.""
+He put the big truck in drive and headed out of the airport.
+""I was hoping that I might get to see you…"" His voice was cheery…you know, ""up."" I wasn't . I cut him off with a look. He got it. His face was kind and full of understanding. He smiled at me quickly and went back to driving. I appreciated the silence. I needed it. If I had any thoughts about not trusting Sam, this act alone put them to rest.
+As we drove through the rain in silence, I started thinking about Enrique again, wondering where he was staying tonight. Was he also out in the rain and weather like me? Or was he hiding in the basement of a church or monastery someplace, hidden by Padre Ramirez?
+The good padre had been my one link to try and find out more about Enrique after I received his letter. I had managed to contact him through a good friend in Mexico City. Bernardo Sandoval was not a man to be trifled with. Through his banking connections, he had managed to carve out quite a nice little empire with his resort development company in northern Baja. He had sponsored me some years ago in Acapulco, long before the fiasco in Cabo. His wife of many years had died and he wanted companionship. We had become very close. He was a nice man, respectful to his friends, treating them like family. But as warm as he was to his friends, he was equally harsh to those he didn't like.
+Through him, I sent a letter for Padre Ramirez, telling him what had happened in Cabo as I knew it. The padre had written back quickly, telling me that I needed to act, not so much for Enrique, but for myself. He was right. My own guilt was eating away at me, making me feel helpless.
+Bernardo helped me with contacting a good attorney in Cabo, Señor Alamondro. I phoned him and told him of Enrique's innocence and my intentions. We settled terms and he hired a detective to quietly complete his own investigation into the facts of the case. Alamondro had sent me only one update in the months that followed and that one was simple. ""Found evidence to support our case. Will contact you soon. It's looking very positive.""
+In the back of my mind while I completed business and visited friends, I had wondered what might happen. I wasn't expecting the message in Amsterdam.
+I must have drifted in and out of sleep during the trip to Sam's ranch because before I knew it, we rolled over a cattle guard and beneath an arched sign on a dirt road. Out in the countryside, everything was dark. Only the occasional flash of lightning showed much of anything. Trees were everywhere. Sam pulled the truck up to a door with a light above it and jumped out. I sat there for a moment by myself, watching the wipers brush the water away, wondering how I was going to get to Baja.
+My door opened and Sam reached in for me. ""It's okay, I can walk.""
+""Please let me. It's really muddy out here."" I nodded and he carried me inside. He put me down and turned on a light. I was in a laundry room. My carry-on was at my feet. Sam came back with a couple of towels.
+""Here, you can dry yourself a little with this."" He sat, taking off his dirty boots. ""Why don't you leave your shoes and sweater here and I'll take you to your room?"" I followed Sam into the house as the wind and rain drummed against the outside. In the dark, I couldn't make out much, but finally a light flicked on.
+""Up here,"" said Sam, climbing some stairs. ""You can stay here tonight. It's a guestroom, and I think there's a robe in the bath. Just a sec."" Sam disappeared into the dark room, eventually turning on a light. Before me was a huge bed on a pedestal, complete with drapery at its head. Arabian carpets covered a red Spanish tiled floor and an antique armoire almost covered one wall. Sam flicked on another light.
+""This here's the bath. I know you must be exhausted. Do you need anything else?"" Still drenched himself, he was waiting on me.  
+I turned to him and smiled. ""No, thanks, Sam. You've been an angel."" I approached him and kissed his cheek. He waddled out of the room backwards and closed the door in a kind of ""Aw shucks, ma'am"" manner. It's always been a funny place, Texas. Even as strangers, some people there would give you the shirt off their backs while others will bet against each other on stealing it.
+I was exhausted. I went to the bath. The floor tile continued inside and decorative tile trimmed the shower and bath. Marble countertops glistened against the huge mirrors hung above the sinks. I peeled my clothes off and started a hot shower. Afterwards, I donned a big white fluffy robe hanging on the wall. It was too big, obviously intended for someone of Sam's stature, but I rolled up the sleeves and let the bottom drag the floor. I checked my carry- on and found everything intact. My watch read a quarter of six…that would be almost one in Amsterdam now. I wondered if Suzette was there yet.
+I pulled back the covers, threw off the robe and turned out the light. As I slid into the sheets, the room trembled with a parting roll of thunder. I don't even recall having my head hit the pillow.
+Voices. I heard voices far away. It was like someone was keeping a secret from me and didn't want me to hear it. The buzz of voices filled my ears and eventually, I sat up. The room was dark. I could still hear the drone of rain outside. I got out of bed and went to a window, pulling open the drape. It was daytime, but just barely. Black clouds of rain hung overhead, blotting out the sun. The wind had died down, so the sheets of rain had turned into a steady wash. Voices. I could still hear some buzz murmuring from behind the door. I stretched and realized I was naked. I donned the fluffy robe again.
+I opened the door and looked out. The house was still dark, but now I could see the big room better than before. It was huge. The second floor landing overlooked a room of leather furniture, antique tables and dozens of paintings on the walls. I descended the stairs to get a closer look. On the near wall was a panel of dials and switches for lighting. I pressed one of the dials and a large painting near a corner stone fireplace lit up. It was a mostly yellow picture of three cowboys branding a calf in a corral. A Remington, I was sure of it. I hit another dial and turned it. A line of calvary crossed a plateau- ridden valley in this one. Another Remington. Again and again, I turned on the lighting and marveled at the collection revealed before me. The familiar palette knife use and thick application of oils for texture. This was the work of a collector, an incredible and valuable one at that.
+""You like paintin's?"" rang a voice. I spun and saw Sam standing there in dry jeans, boots and a work shirt.
+I looked back to the collection, still hardly believing my eyes. ""Are these yours?""
+""Well, yes and no."" He looked up at the wall, taking in each one. ""They're really my mama's, but she's been dead now for five years. She sure liked ol' Frederic. He's somethin' else, wasn't he?""
+""This is a very impressive collection, Sam. It's beautiful."" My eyes roamed the canvases before me.
+""I come in here and look at them sometimes, remembering how she looked at them. I really miss her.""
+The little boy was peeking out of this interesting man again. ""You want to see the rest of it?""
+My mind reeled. ""There's more?""
+Sam waved for me to follow and walked through a set of double doors.
+He turned on the lights, revealing a library. Books lined shelves floor-to- ceiling above several reading chairs and tables. Sam crossed to the far side of the room and switched on another light. In the center of the library, beneath a domed ceiling was a beautiful bronze sculpture of a bucking horse, ridden by a cowboy. I approached it, marveling at the craftsmanship. Lifting my hand, I looked to Sam.
+""Sure, go on."" He smiled and gestured like urging a child to try something new.
+I ran my hand along the flanks of the horse, marveling at the texture and detail of the mane and sinew. The rider seemed to be barely holding onto his hat, let alone the violently moving animal.
+""That's 'The Bronco Buster. It was Mama's favorite. But we got more of his and other artists up at the main house.""
+""The main house?"" I was astonished.
+""Yeah, it's up on the hill overlooking the lake."" He was so matter-of-fact that I thought he must be joking.
+""Where are we now?"" If this wasn't the main residence, I wanted to get some idea of where we stood, relative to the real world.
+""Oh, we call this the bunkhouse. We do all our work down here.""
+""We? You know, I thought I heard voices earlier. Are there others here?"" I pulled my robe tighter and walked for the door. ""Perhaps I should get cleaned up and change...""
+""No…no, it's okay. No one else is here. It's just us. I came back early from an auction in Germany. The whole family's still there for a couple days, finalizing a deal for some Arabians.""
+""But what about the talking…the voices. I know I heard something.""
+""Oh, that was just me. I like to talk to them, when I work.""
+""Talk to who?""
+""The horses, of course. C'mon, I'll show ya."" He waved and walked out the door.
+I followed him almost in a trance. My mind whirled with what had been laid out before me…a horse rancher whose mother collected fine art. A building the size of most villas I had seen, but referred to as a bunkhouse? I was in strange territory indeed. We crossed the big room and down a hallway to the kitchen.
+""Are you hungry? Coffee?"" He gestured at the room as we entered.
+""No, not yet. I'm still all messed up from the jet lag. I have no idea what time it is.""
+He stopped and turned to me with a concerned look on his face. ""Are you tired still? You want to go get some more shuteye?""
+""No, I'm fine, Sam. Lead on."" And with that, we crossed the kitchen into another hallway.
+At the end, double doors opened into a set of stables. Wood rafters, twenty feet above our heads echoed the pounding rain from the storm. Green paint covered almost everything, but the stable doors themselves. The scent of hay, oats and of course, manure attacked my senses. Along the walls, there were bridles, saddles and all manner of tack for the horses. The stables were beautiful. More beautiful than some of the apartments I had occupied during my university days.
+""What kind of horses do you raise, Sam?"" I asked, looking around the room.
+""Oh, a lot of different kinds. I told you about the Arabians. They're the newest bunch. After our purchase, we'll have more Arabians than any other ranch in North America. But we started with quarter horses and other racing stock. We've had the most success breeding and training them.""
+Sam led me along the corridor. I raised the bottom of my robe to prevent it from catching in the straw on the ground. Everything was surprisingly clean. Most of the doors were closed, but some were open, the upper half-door revealing a horse or empty stall. Some of the horses were sleeping and some had their heads out of the door, waiting on Sam. He introduced us.
+""Now this here's Lady. ""Lady of the Lake by Morning"" is her full registered name. She's been a jumping champion nine times early in her life and she's as sweet as a bug.""
+Indeed, she was a beautiful animal. Her reddish hair glistened beneath the white lights of the room and her gold mane was brilliant. Sam leaned a hand into a bucket and raised it to her. She took whatever it was and he patted the side of her neck.
+""What is that?"" I wondered, indicating the bucket.
+""Just some oats. C'mon, you try it,"" he said, lifting the bucket to me. I dipped my hand in. ""Just bring it to her. She knows what to do,"" he said steadily. I don't know who he was trying to calm, the horse or me.
+""She won't bite me?"" My experience with live animals had been less than stellar.
+""No, horses are very gentle. Besides, if she does that, she may not get any more snacks and she knows that."" His grin reassured me.
+Slowly, I lifted my hand to her snout. Her eyes followed me, then my hand. When the large head jumped towards me, I almost backed away, but I felt the gentle nibbling in the palm of my hand. I smiled at her. While she continued chewing the oats, I snuck a hand up the side of her face to pet her. She was warm, soft and solid beneath her sheen of hair.
+""She likes getting scratched behind the ears,"" said Sam as he watched us. I reached up as high as I could and started scratching. Lady leaned into me, nudging me with her snout. Her nose went right into my breasts and sniffed. I backed off.
+""What was that?"" I held my chest, startled.
+""She's just looking for more snacks,"" he said laughing. ""Sometimes I keep 'em in my pockets.""
+For Sam's enlightenment, I pulled open the top of my robe, exposing my breasts to Lady. ""These are not snacks, Lady."" I picked up the bucket and pointed. ""See? Snacks."" Then, I opened my robe again. ""Not snacks."" Lady pulled her head back through door and snorted.
+Sam laughed pretty hard, sitting on a hay bale. I crossed to him, sat in his lap and put my arms around his neck. He sobered a bit. ""I never got to thank you properly for rescuing me, last night."" I watched his eyes. He looked at me, then his eyes wandered down into my open robe.
+""Sam,"" I whispered quietly. He looked up and I kissed him slowly, firmly. I pulled away and looked at him. His eyes searched mine. I leaned into him again and kissed him more wetly now, pressing my mouth against his. His arms encircled me and held me tightly. I backed away just enough to open my lips. I looked down at his mouth and began tracing it with my tongue, licking a path around it. As I licked it, it opened. My tongue slowly snaked inside. His tongue was hot and wet against mine. The rough textures mixed with the lubrication of saliva. I was breathing more rapidly now. My heart drummed against my ribs.
+Near my thigh, I could feel his hardness pushing against me. I backed off the kiss, exhaling hotly and rubbing my leg against his lap. His eyes smoldered, looking hungrily at me. I took my hands from around his neck and opened my robe again. My breasts felt full. My nipples were hard, little knots, begging for attention.
+""Want a snack, Sam?"" I breathed at him. He put his head in my robe and rubbed his faced against my breasts. It felt strong and masculine. The little stubble of beard scratched at them. It felt delicious. His mouth found my nipples and sucked, first the left, then the right. I moaned at the jolt of sensation that leapt from my breasts to my loins. Sam's hands were on my ass now, kneading the soft flesh there. I could feel my crotch pulsing with my every heartbeat. I was wet.
+I pulled away from Sam momentarily and opened the belt on my robe. Sam took in my nakedness as I straddled his lap, placing my knees on either side of his hips. ""Lay back a little, Sam."" He leaned back on his elbows as I placed both hands on his shoulders and the top of both feet on top of his thighs.
+""This is one of my favorite positions. One, I'm sure you'll appreciate. I learned it from a jockey.""
+Using my legs for leverage, I placed my vulva against the lump in Sam's jeans and pushed down into it, rubbing along it. We both moaned. I looked down at his face as it watched my breasts sway. Leaning forward just a little brought my nipples to his mouth again. The sensation of his lips made my back tingle.
+""See, Sam, it's just like riding. Great for the legs,"" I said as I rode his lap.
+""Feels great, but you don't look like any jockey I ever met. You're too tall."" He chuckled into my soft flesh.
+""And you don't look like any stallion either, my boy,"" I quipped as I slid against his erection, dragging my clit across the denim. ""I think I might be getting your pants a bit wet.""
+""What should we do about it?"" His breathing was getting more labored as though he was running, instead of reclining.
+I curled lower. He looked up and I kissed him lightly. I pushed myself off of him and slid down his body, doffing the robe to the hay around us. Now I was eye-level with his lap, kneeling between his legs.
+I smiled. ""Looks pretty crowded in there."" I leaned forward and rubbed my hand along the shaft in his pants. His eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth opened so that he could breathe easier. I liked the effect I was having on him, so I stopped until he looked me in the eye, then I licked the front of his jeans, keeping eye contact. I could taste myself on the material.
+""Can I unbutton my snack now?"" He nodded, watching me. Remembering the way he did it on the plane, I slowly unsnapped the button at his waist, then ripped the fly open, unbuttoning the rest. I tugged at the jeans and he lifted his butt for me. Now his boxers stood with a gentle curve to them. I pulled at the boxers, revealing his magnificent cock again. I hadn't admired it from this angle previously and it is one that I relished, the testicles in their sac, each about the size of a hard-boiled egg. The shaft arcing away from me until it ended in the plum-sized crown.
+I stood up on my knees, lowering my breasts until they rested on top of his balls. I crossed my arms on his belly, looking up into his eyes.
+""Now what, Sam?"" I teased him. ""What should I do with this big, beautiful piece of man-meat? I can see that it's leaking a little at the tip. Shall I take care of that?"" I licked my lips, making them shine.
+Sam nodded, then flexed his shaft. It bounced lightly against my breasts.
+""Eager?"" I giggled.
+I lifted his cock with both hands and brought it up to my mouth. Pre-cum glistened at the head and ran down one-side of the crown. I touched my tongue to it and licked lightly around the glans, cleaning off the salty cum. Then quickly, I sucked just the spongy crown clean with my lips, getting the rest. Sam jumped as though I'd shocked him with a cattle prod.
+When settled, he opened his eyes. ""Please don't do that again.""
+""What…this?"" I put him into my mouth as deeply as I could. His cock felt spongy and wonderful sliding in, so hard. I took him back out quickly and made certain he was dripping with saliva. I felt his legs twitch next to me. He had fallen off of his elbows and was now lying back with his head hanging off the end of the hay bale. He moaned as I stoked him with my hands.
+""You okay up there?"" I loved teasing men when I'm in control. And you couldn't be in any more control than the anticipation that comes with fellating a cock.
+A quick ""uh-huh"" told me all I needed to know. I began teasing him with my tongue as I jacked him, running it up and down the sides like a Popsicle. After I made the circuit all the way around and my saliva was dripping off his balls, I placed my tongue just under the V at the bottom of the glans, moving my tongue in and out of my mouth as quickly as I could, nibbling just under the head. Then, I plunged his cock into my mouth, tightly fisting the shaft with both hands, up and down steadily, making certain to lick the V on each pass. After a while, Sam's hips started to buck up on my downstrokes. He moaned. I stopped and looked down. His balls had begun to draw up close to his body.
+""Oh, not yet, Sam. We have more to do before anyone comes."" I gently reached on either side of the base of his cock and pressed downwards slowly. His balls popped back into their sac. Sam's eyes opened, concerned and his mouth formed a perfect little ""O.""
+Letting Sam recover for a bit, I went about pulling off his boots and getting the rest of his clothes off. I am happy to report that the rest of his body was as lean and muscular as his arms and legs. When finally he was naked, I asked him if he felt ready. He pulled me into his arms, held me tight and kissed me. My breasts squashed against his hard chest and his stiff cock pressed against my tummy.
+Lady was watching us. Our eyes met for a moment, then she snorted and turned back into her stall.
+""She's jealous of you."" I looked up at him as he watched her.
+""Jealous? Why? Do you usually do this with her?""
+He laughed, his stomach shaking against me. ""Just the way the horses are. I'm her friend, but I'm spending all my time with you, a stranger. She wants attention.""
+I grabbed his cock and stroked slowly. ""Something wants your attention, but it's not a horse,"" I whispered.
+Sam chuckled, releasing me. I watched him walk down a couple of stalls and enter a door. His butt looked amazing, flaring at the bottom, but solid like leather-covered sculpture. I rolled my nipples, watching it. He returned with some blankets and laid them down on the hay. Kissing me quick, he sat down on the blankets, pulling me down with him.
+""Now, I'm ready."" He looked deeply into my eyes. I crouched over him, each knee at the side of his hips, my nipples lightly grazing the fur on his chest. I lowered myself to my elbows, kissing and chewing his mouth. I licked his neck, tasting the saltiness of his sweat. His voice rumbled deep in the bottom of his throat as I traced a path with my tongue down to his nipples. They stood up hard as I sucked one, then the other. I felt the pressure of his cock brush against my lips. Tingling jumped up my back, making me smile at the delightful sensation. Lowering my hips, I let his shaft slip against my wetness, my breasts flattening onto his chest. Feeling wanton, I closed my eyes and quickly slid my pussy up and down the topside of his shaft, pumping it. The motion rubbed his pubic hair against my clit, exquisite sandpaper. Maybe this was how wood felt when the craftsman applies the finishing touches.
+I pressed away from him, our skin sticking in places as I did. I stood on my knees above him, his hands on my hips. Tilting my head back, I pushed my hair over my shoulders and shook it. I reached between my legs and opened my lips. With my other hand, I grabbed his cock and positioned it at my pussy. The heat of it almost made me jump. I closed my eyes and rolled my hips in little circles, getting him wet.
+Opening my eyes to his gaze, I placed my hands over his and slowly lowered myself. Oh, the perfect fit. He moaned and I gasped as I felt him penetrate and push me open. I paused, allowing my pussy to accommodate his girth. Taking a cleansing breath, I pressed down again. I loved the feel of his hard shaft pushing into me, gliding along the edge. Tingles of delight danced up my body and into my brain. I felt the hairs on his thighs tickle my bottom, signaling me to let go with my thighs and sink onto him. A moan escaped my lips as I threw my head back. I had all of him now, his cock pressed against my cervix. I loved this feeling, filled up with cock. A little tremor wavered through my hips and shoulders.
+""A little one,"" I gasped. ""Now for a big one.""
+I leaned forward, placing my hands on his chest and the top of my feet on top of his thighs again. I flexed my thighs and withdrew until he was just inside me. I rocked my hips forward, fucking the tip of him in and out, and then I rolled my hips down, making sure he rubbed all of me. I love fucking like this, riding a man's cock, using him for mutual pleasure. I increased the tempo, but kept the full length of the strokes. Up and down, rocking, rolling, my heart began to beat harder. Blood pumped through my body at an alarming rate. My breathing echoed off the rafters above us. Below me, he closed his eyes. His breath was ragged. His hands clutched at my ass, helping me buck along his cock.
+I could feel sweat trickling down my sides and between my breasts. It dripped on his chest. He opened his eyes and raised his knees. I could feel the muscular thighs, hard against my bottom. He held me and started pumping quickly, too quick. The fullness pressing into me took my breath away. I gulped for air, trying to stay in control, but it was too late. The tingling in my loins became a whirling sensation. I could feel it gathering pressure. I pressed down to hold it in place, but it grew anyway. Into my chest it rose, my nipples ached as it passed. I gripped his shoulders, my fingers digging into the muscle there. His head tilted forward, his mouth blowing hot air against my chest. Then with a final surge, the pressure shot through the tops of my shoulders and into my brain, exploding. I screamed out loud, grinding my hips against his. I pushed down as hard as I could, feeling the pulsing of his cock erupt inside of me, jerking and jerking. Then, my body convulsed. Tremors over took me. My arms felt week as I sagged forward, crashing into his arms. He held me tightly as he slid into me, slowly, gently…  
+As I lay there, getting my rhythm back, my breathing slowing into lungfulls again, I remembered another time just like this. The sound of rain gave way to the sound of waves. The coolness of the day, gave way to the heat of the night. On the rocks in Baja Sur, Enrique, my young inexperienced lover had made love to me like this…hot, passionate, like an animal. Tears came to my eyes and I started to cry. Sam caressed my back and kissed my hair. A blanket folded over us for warmth and I wallowed in my memory. We lay like that for some time, I, in the nook of his shoulder and he, with his arms around me, keeping me safe. After a while, I felt him rise and leave. I snuggled in the blanket peacefully.
+The rain outside lightly drummed against the roof. It was lighter outside; perhaps the storm was finally leaving. Lady came to her door and looked down at me. Her huge nostrils working away, sniffing at the ""bug in a rug"" at her feet. I chuckled at her. She snorted and left.
+Clomp, clomp, clomp…something big was headed my way. I rolled to my side to see, but nothing could prepare me for what I saw. I grabbed the blanket and stood, pulling it tightly around me. Sam rode towards me on a huge horse, the largest I've ever seen. He was swinging a rope over his head, wearing some kind of big wooly leggings and nothing else. Even in the saddle, he looked very silly. I laughed.
+""What are you doing?"" My eyes bugged out as I tried to take this in.
+""Erica…meet Big Boy,"" he said by way of introduction, ""Big Boy…meet Erica."" Big Boy gave me the once over and shook his head.
+""He likes you. That's good, he doesn't like everybody."" Sam stood in the stirrups and brushed Big Boy's neck.
+""He's beautiful, but the biggest damn horse, I've ever seen."" I stepped left, then right, trying to get a good look.
+""Eighteen hands at the shoulder. His father was big, too…jumped in the Olympics when he was just three years old. Big Boy's gonna be quite a jumper some day, but he's just not mature enough yet. We've had him in some local competitions to wet his whistle, but he has a lot to learn about nerves and crowds,"" he said, patting the giant behind the ears.
+Sam threw the rope over me and pulled it, tightening it around my shoulders. He jumped down and walked over to me, his cock bobbing between the fur of the leggings. He looked fairly ridiculous; I couldn't help but giggle.
+""What are those things?""
+""These? Chaps."" He modeled, turning around for me. ""You use 'em when ridin' to keep the cactus-thorns and sticker-burrs off ya. These wooly ones are mostly for show, but come in handy when it gets cold in the winter time."" The leggings came right up to his butt in the back, but both cheeks were exposed above the leather. In the front, straps came up to a belt over his hips, but his cock and balls hung freely.
+""Well, cowboy, that's quite an outfit you got,"" I said in my best Texan accent. He kissed me, pushing the blanket aside. He kissed my mouth, then my neck, then my breasts. I lolled back, closing my eyes, enjoying the sensation.
+""I wore these for you, Erica. Earlier, you seemed very sad."" He held me to him. ""I wanted to make you laugh. I like it when you laugh.""
+I looked in his eyes. The sincerity of his face made little tears swell at the bottom of mine. I brushed them away quickly and rested my head on his chest.
+""Thank you, Sam. You're a very sweet, caring man."" We stood there like that for a few moments. I listened to the steady beating of his heart and smelled the richness of his scent and the stables around us. He backed away and took my hand, leading me towards Big Boy.
+""He's a Red Rhone. They are very gentle-natured, but powerful horses. In ancient times, they were a hard-working breed, hauling wagons, pulling stumps and grinding wheat. But Big Boy, here is gentle as a lamb. Go on…pet him. Here, let me you get a stool."" Sam got a little wooden ladder and opened it for me. ""Go on, now.""
+I tiptoed up the ladder next to Big Boy. He stood still as I did. On the second rung, I was even with his nose. I stroked my hand down his neck, then raised it up to his nose. Big Boy looked out from under his lock of hair at me. I felt as though I was looking in the eyes of an old friend. As I rubbed his nose, he pressed his face close to me. I smiled as this gentle giant let me kiss him and hold him close.
+""See? I told you. He's just a big puppy. Want to go for a ride?""
+I looked at Sam, then back to Big Boy. I could've sworn the horse smiled back. I bit my lip, thinking. ""Sam, I've had some trouble with horses…uhm, in my past. I'm not sure that this is such a good…""
+""You know, Erica. Horses are like people. They're all different. That horse that gave you trouble…well, that was a different horse."" I listened, watching him, trying to decide. I looked at Big Boy again.
+""Okay, let's try it."" I wasn't certain.
+""Great! Here let me go first."" Sam climbed up into the saddle. Then, he scooted back in the saddle, leaving room for me. He reached down. ""Put your foot in the stirrup…yeah, right there and come on up.""
+I dropped the blanket and stooped to retrieve it. ""Leave it. I like you better like that anyway,"" teased Sam. I took his hand and he hauled me up, throwing my right leg over. The stirrups were a little low for me; I could just reach them with my tiptoes on top of Sam's feet. As I settled on the front of the saddle, Sam pressed up against me from behind, my legs resting on top of his furry-covered ones. He reached around me and grabbed the reins.
+""You lean forward and take a handful of his mane. It's okay, it won't hurt him."" As I did, I could feel Sam's cock moving against my vulva. I was fully exposed to him. Interesting possibilities, this riding stuff.
+""Are you ready?"" Now or never, I thought. I nodded. Sam made a little clicking sound with his mouth and Big Boy started forward. With every step I rocked and bounced against the little swell in the saddle, leading up to the pommel in front of me. Sam turned Big Boy around and we headed down the corridor. My breasts bounced and rocked as though I was jogging. I tried to hold them into place with my upper arms, but it didn't help. We rounded a corner and the corridor opened up into a huge round room, two or three stories high. On the left, a big door opened to the outside and to front of us, another corridor of stables began.
+""What is this?"" I asked, looking at the cone-shaped ceiling.
+""This is the exercise room. When we have cold or bad weather, we use this room to give the horses a good run. They're made to run and need to do it every day. Here, let me show you."" Sam clicked again and kicked with his legs against Big Boy's sides. The steady amble became a trot. Sam guided Big Boy around the room. My breasts bounced more fiercely now.
+""Wait…wait…my breasts…this hurts."" I let go with one hand and tried to hold them, but it was useless.
+Sam stopped Big Boy. ""Here, lean forward and hold onto his neck. You'll be more comfortable.""
+I did as he told me. I put my right ear against Big Boy's neck and I was becoming all too aware of what the saddle was doing to my clit. I hugged the horse against my breasts, feeling the heat radiate from him and the rush of blood under the skin. We started forward again in a walk, then when we kicked into the trot I felt very steady. As my butt rose and fell against Sam's lap, I felt his cock harden until it was sticking up between the cleft of my ass.
+""This feels great, I can feel him moving…the muscles flexing beneath me.""
+""I can feel a lot more than that."" I reached back for him with one hand and pulled Sam close to me. He held the reins low along the sides of Big Boy. I could feel his cock slide south until it was level with my pussy.
+""Can we go faster?""
+""Sure."" With a click-click of his tongue and another gentle kick with his feet, Big Boy's gait change from a trot to a canter running around the indoor room. On the first footfall, Sam's cock slipped inside me and began rocking in-and-out with a steady rhythm. The sudden entry took my breath away. The wind rushed over my body. The heat of the animal below us rose, making my breasts sweat against him.
+""Oh, Jesus!"" was all I heard out of Sam as he tried to concentrate on the reins. We ran by the open door a dozen or more times before I realized how lost I was to the experience. The saddle pushed against my clit, driving all other thoughts from my senses as Sam's cock thrust along my G-spot from behind.
+""I can't hold out much longer."" Sam half-yelled, half-panted into my ear.
+""Can we go faster still?"" This felt good, too good to stop now.
+""Not indoors."" Then suddenly; we were outside, running across an open field. Cool rain fell on us from above. Another kick and click and Big Boy leaned into a full gallop. We were flying through the rain. Fence posts came up from the left and then smeared into a staccato blur. My hips rose and fell with each pounding thrust of the horses' hooves into the black dirt below us. An orgasm swept through me as Sam's cock now pummeled my pussy from behind, his breath hot against my ear. My mind was oblivious to anything but the extreme pleasure being generated between my legs.
+Sam yelled behind me as he came, filling me with his hot sperm and still his cock pounded. The horse galloped across the field, the green grass blurring beneath us, the rain soaking my hair until it plastered against my face and back. My breasts rubbed up and down the red fur of the hot animal beneath me, ravaging my nipples, sending little electric currents straight to what Sam's impossibly hard cock was doing to me. The sex was transcending the moment; I was having orgasm upon orgasm. My breath rasped in my throat. I thought my heart would surely burst, but I didn't want this to stop. My head tilted back into the wind as the tension built inside of me. And then, I felt a calmness grow from within…a slow relaxation urged me to let go, lean back and be free.
+A big one swept through me. I screamed. I yelled. Drool ran from my mouth. The climax rocketed through my brain like shock therapy. My body convulsed several times until mild tremors ran through me and I hung limp against Big Boy. I tried to catch my breath. I had let go of his mane. Big Boy slowed to a slower gait, back to a trot then a walk. He came to a stop, breathing heavily. Then Sam yelled. He came again.
+""Oh my God!"" He groaned and I felt his body jump, but my pussy felt numb. I couldn't feel anything down there. It was as though I'd been beaten. I felt that familiar tingling sensation that you get when your foot goes to sleep, but little else. I felt Sam withdraw, but only as a familiar fullness goes away. I was pretty certain that I would not be able to stand. My thighs just quivered. My head spun when I opened my eyes. Wet green plants were all around us, brushing at my legs and my hands. A light from the horizon made my eyes squint. I closed them and tried to steady my breathing. Tingling darkness clutched at the edge of my awareness.
+Out of the depths, my eyes eased open some time later. The plastered ceiling looked down at me. Soft pillows corralled my face. A comforter caressed my body. I rolled to my left. What time was it? What day was it? Where was Sam? I sat up and looked around the room. I was back in the guestroom upstairs. My carry-on was next to the bed where I'd left it. The fluffy robe was lying across the bed and my hair was wet. A dream? I pushed the covers off of me and sat up. Ouch! The ache from my hips told me that it wasn't a dream. I rolled to the side of the bed and placing my hands against my thighs, I stood up shakily. I walked little baby steps to the robe and put it on. Carefully, I stepped down off the pedestal around the bed and made my way to the bath. My God, I hadn't felt like this since the first time I had sex and even then I could kind of fake a real walk so that my parents wouldn't notice.
+I drew a hot bath, threw in some salts and slowly…ever so slowly, sank my ass into the healing waters. Oh my, that was a relief. I lay back, letting the water run, when a knock came at the door.
+""Come in.""
+Sam entered, carrying a small tray with a pot of hot tea, surrounded by crackers, fruit and goat cheese. I noticed he wasn't walking all that easy either as he sat down gingerly next to the tub.
+""Well, Sam, that was quite the experience. Can't say I've ever thought of doing that.""
+He smiled, handing me a strawberry. ""Me neither. And I know I won't be attempting anything that athletic anytime again soon. I'm so sore. My balls're swollen to the size of oranges.""
+""My ass will never be the same, but you know what they say…,"" I teased, ""'What doesn't kill you…'""
+""'…will make you stronger.'"" I laughed at my partner in crime. He laughed back at me.
+""I called. You're on the next KLM flight to Mexico City this evening at six."" He lost his smile and poured some hot tea into a cup.
+""Really? What time is it now? In fact, what day is it?"" I was suddenly worried about the court deadline again.
+""You've got six hours before you need to be there. You slept the sleep of death last night and I think your internal clock is beginning to adjust. It's Wednesday morning now."" He looked at me with big puppy dog eyes, handing the cup to me in the tub. I put it down and kissed him, pulling his head to me gently. I kissed him thanks. I kissed him passion. I kissed him love.
+Two days with Sam I had spent at his ranch. It's amazing to me how fate steps in your path sometimes when you least expect it. Here was a man that I probably wouldn't look at twice if I passed him in the street near home. And yet, the short time I'd spent with him had created an unforgettable bond between the two of us.
+Later that day, Sam and I said our good-byes at the airport. He promised to write and even look me up the next time he was in Europe. I knew he would. Sam was nothing, if not a man of his word. The rain was gone. Big white fluffy clouds filled the horizons as the plane took off for Mexico City.
+When I finally got to Cabo San Lucas, the attorney, Señor Alamondro brought me up to date. He and the detective had investigated the incident and found witnesses besides myself who were willing to give public testimony. Apparently, some of the other hotel guests and hotel workers had overheard the incident and one, a maid for that wing, had seen me being threatened and beaten. When Enrique came to my rescue, she saw everything.
+I gave my testimony in court the next morning. That along with the mountain of new evidence presented persuaded the Court of Appeals to re-open the case for Enrique, provided that he could be found and attend. A date was set for the following fall. I spoke with Padre Ramirez face-to-face for the first time. He was an extremely slow and gentle man with the patience of a saint. I rambled on for an hour about Enrique and the new court date before he said anything.
+""I knew that you would come, my child. I prayed that God would watch over you and guide you here for Enrique."" He happily patted my hand and told me he had to get back to God's work, a real ""steady Eddie"" that one.
+Back at the hotel, I called Dr. L's house in Amsterdam and got Suzette. Everything was going well and Dr. L understood my sudden departure to help a friend. I asked her about my schedule for the next several weeks and she said there were a few things, but that most of them could be put off. I told her that I needed time away. Time to put my life in perspective, get a real handle on where I was and where I needed to go. She promised to clear my next month. As we talked, I realized that Suzette had been a part of my life for a very long time, but we were always doing this, talking from different parts of the world to one another, never sharing life together. I made plans to get to the East Coast in the States to enjoy the late summer weather there and visit a favorite city of mine. Then I told her.
+""Since I am taking time off, you will, too. Please, Suzette, say you'll join me in Boston."" Well, I think at first she thought I was joking with her, but when I assured her of my sincerity, she was beside herself with questions. What clothes should I wear? What will we do? What should we see? I understand the kind of dreaming that a new voyage brings and I understand the joys of planning, but this time I encouraged her to let the trip plan itself.
+""Just pack a few things in an overnight bag and we'll follow our noses. It'll be fun, okay?"" She agreed and booked a flight for her to join me. She has always been my assistant and I, her employer, but now we would embark on an adventure together as equals. Who knows what might happen for the two of us?
+Later that evening, as I handed my ticket to the woman at the gate in Dallas once again, I thought back over the past few days when a stranger had rescued me from this place. His bravery, his gentle manner, his taste for adventure and his kindness had touched me in ways I hadn't felt for years. The journey he and I will take together was just beginning. I was happy that he had made me hang on to one thing.
+""Keep the robe,"" he'd told me as I'd packed. A white, fluffy cotton robe like one of those fairly inexpensive ones that you could find most anywhere, but now it held a special significance for me. I wear it on rainy mornings like this one around the house as I wait for the teapot to boil. And when I sniff closely, I can just catch a bit of oats, hay and wet grass from a horse ranch in Texas.
+~~~    _Thanks and a flick of the quill to Killermuffin, Ulyssa, and WhisperSecret for their unerring guidance and inspiration._   ~~~
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+215,Midnight,Middleagepoet,Chain Stories,2009-12-04,2009-12-30,2022-01-08 03:52:30,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/midnight-retreat,"1. ""Mmm, you are looking delicious tonight..."" 2. An illustrated vision in this Midnight Chain Story.","['Illustrated', 'Supernatural Erotica', 'Supernatural Sex']",3.96,"Jenny waited patiently, pretending to read her magazine as her husband went through his evening ritual, first stripping out of his clothes and then lumbering into the bathroom for a shower. After brushing his teeth and making some incredibly disgusting noises, he'd wander out, pull on his underwear and head back up to the front of the house. Amid a number of bangs, clicks and choice cussing he presumably took out the trash, locked all the doors and turned out all the lights.
+Jenny slowly leafed through her magazines, letting her mind wander to the delights she would be experiencing after her husband finished up all his rituals. She could feel a damp tingling between her legs as she let her imagination run wild. Crossing her legs, she'd he'd tease herself squeezing her thighs tightly together and then releasing. She'd run her hand up under the elastic of her panties and run a finger over her clit pretending it is a tongue.
+Finally, her husband would wander into the bedroom, grab a tee shirt, pull it on and climb into bed. He'd lean over give Jenny a kiss while affectionately running his hand along her thigh and up to her hip before turning back to his side of the bed. He'd then reach out, turn out the lamp and whisper ""Good Night.""
+""Good night,"" Jenny replied, rolling over onto her side.
+Jenny remained on her back, quiet and completely motionless. Sure enough in just a few minutes she heard her husband begin to snore lightly. Waiting a few more minutes, she then whispered, ""Honey? You awake?"" His silence was exciting as the tingling between her legs began again and she slipped from under the sheets. Tiptoeing out of the room, she headed downstairs, where the computer was already turned on and logged in.
+Jenny sat down at the keyboard, grabbed her mouse and checked her favorites list. She spotted one name on the list, pointed her mouse and double clicked. She then reached up, adjusted the cam, pulled off her nightgown and waited as, in just a few seconds, an image came up on the screen. Slipping in her earphones, she spoke softly into the microphone, ""Good evening, I thought he was going to take forever tonight.""
+""No problem, I ran a little late today too. I can see you are ready, you been thinking of me?""
+""Of course, what about you?"" Jenny asked touching her hard nipples, looking at the screen as the image zoomed out to show her friend's face, breasts and down to her beautiful tuft of pubic hair. ""Mmm you are looking delicious tonight, you been starting without me?""
+""Just a little, thinking about our _last shopping trip._ ""
+""Oh yeah,"" Jenny replied, reaching down and cupping her palms over her breasts and slowly teasing her nipples. ""In that luxurious bed,"" she said as she moved her hand downward and ran a finger over her clit. She kept her eyes glued on her friend as she pushed a finger into herself, wetting it before moving it up to her clit. Teasingly she then began running her finger up and down between her soft lips for several seconds before moving back up to her clit, grasping it with her thumb and one finger and lightly pinching.
+Imagining herself there with her friend, Jenny moved her fingers up to her mouth, licked them and slid her fingers back down to her clit in unison with the movements she watched on screen. Her friend moved her fingers over her clit faster for a while and then slowed down, squeezing it lightly as she caressed herself so gloriously slow. Jenny watched her friend's thigh muscles tighten and she pushed her fingers into herself then returned to her clit. Her friend's entire body tightened as she came and Jenny could see the clear droplets of cum ooze from her friend's pussy.
+Jenny quickened her fingers on her clit as she dreamed of licking her friend's clit, tasting that cum from her beautiful pussy, remembering her taste when they were together last. Not forgetting that she was performing for her friend too, Jenny stared up at her face as she made sure her pussy was in the center of the screen when she lifted his ass from the chair and came. Pleasure shot through her pussy and then into her body as she pumped her hips and then quickly pushed her fingers into herself. She felt her pussy convulsing as she smiled at her friend.
+""Oh damn, look what you made me do,"" she said to her friend, moving the cam to show the cum running down her thighs onto the chair.
+""I'd be happy to come by and help you clean up.""
+""No, no, we know what that will lead too. I think we've done enough already,"" Jenny replied. ""But hey, think you can fake a hair appointment next week.""
+""I don't know, let me get back to you.""
+""Okay, say hi to your husband for me.""
+""You do the same,"" Jenny replied, taking her mouse and clicking on the red X. She then grabbed some paper towels, cleaned up her thighs and then the chair. She then dabbed her pussy with the paper towels one last time, tossed them in the trash and headed back up to bed and her sleeping husband.
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+216,Midnight: A Tale Of Brotherly Love.,Foxee Browne,Chain Stories,2007-04-23,2007-04-23,2022-01-08 03:52:23,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/midnight-a-tale-of-brotherly-love,A story of loving wives.,"['Midnight', 'Twins', 'Wives']",4.53,"“Midnight …” A Chain Story.
+Introduction:
+On March 1, 2007, fireyjen posted a thread with her idea for a chain story, soliciting interested authors. Shortly afterwards, fieryjens’ ISP started giving her problems and she cannot get online, so on her behalf we thought we could give her a hand. The premise is that in each story the main character awakes at the stroke of midnight, or around that time. It can be a creaking floorboard, a rattling doorknob, a clap of thunder, a flash of lightning or just a feeling of unease and dread.
+From this common beginning, each author is free to weave his or her own storylines culminating at midnight after 24 hours. Each story will be in a different Literotica category, with virtually all represented. All stories are titled “Midnight: (and the author’s story identifier). After the initial New Story posting, all submissions will be in the Chain Story category.
+We hope you enjoy this varied selection of stories by Literotica authors and your votes and comments are welcome. Below is an updated schedule of the stories.
+TE999 & geekychick_76 on behalf of fieryjen
+(
+The glow from the clock lights the room dimly, it reads 11:59 pm and I am lying in my bed, my body is totally satiated. This had been one of the most erotic days of my entire life. It started out so simple, a day watching football with my husband and his twin brother. The clock hits midnight as I lie in bed and smile as I remember the day's events and I can say the day is now officially over. Would you like to know what made this day so erotic? I know you do, or you would not be reading this.
+My husband had invited his twin brother Ryan over to watch football today. They are not identical twins, but do look very similar. Both are approximately six feet tall in height, with sandy brown hair that curls a bit at the neck. Brian's hair is a little bit shorter than Ryan's. Both have the bluest eyes I have ever seen, but Ryan has a stockier build than Brian. I met Brian while we were in college and I think we fell in love shortly after meeting. We started dating, finished our education, found jobs and got married; that was eight years ago. We are happily married, but secretly I think our lives were becoming a dull, yes it's true, but we were slowly turning into our parents.
+Ryan came over to watch football, as I mentioned previously, I don't usually watch sports with them, but I was bored so I made a few snacks, got some extra beer and plopped myself on the couch in between them. You should have seen the look on their faces; it was priceless, total shock! Soon though, we were all drinking the beer, eating nachos and yelling at the TV. I never noticed Brian and Ryan looking at each other, but they said later that they did. I don't know how they do that creepy twin thing, knowing what each other is thinking without speaking, but wow, tonight I didn't mind it at all. We were all sitting close together, our legs touching. When Ryan grabbed my leg and cheered for his team, a bolt of desire shot through me, shocking me a little, but I shrugged it off as being attracted to someone so much like Brian.
+So blissfully ignorant wasn't I? You can see what's coming can't you? We kept on drinking all afternoon and into the early evening, sitting closely on the couch. By now we were all getting a little drunk and the close contact was making us all a little horny, although we denied it at the time. Brian put his arm around me and got very close; I snuggled into his arms and football was even more interesting now! Some car commercial came on and Brian kissed me, I was already turned on and slightly drunk and his mouth was driving me wild with desire. I totally forgot Ryan sitting there right beside me and all of my inhibitions were gone. I heard a funny noise, like a big gulp or a slight choke, but it didn't really register than it was Ryan noticing us. My head was spinning from Brian's kisses and maybe from the beer, but I was enjoying it quite a lot. I could feel hands on my shoulders and caressing my leg.
+I felt a hand upon my breast, touching it softly, teasing the nipple between its fingers, making me tingle in my female parts. One hand was in my hair, pulling my head to Brian's mouth. Another hand was trailing up my leg ... wait a minute! That's three hands! My eyes flew open to see Brian looking at me strangely; he did not quit kissing me. He pushed me closer to Ryan and for some reason it felt right. I moaned and continued kissing Brian, soon Ryan's body was pressed against mine and Ryan was kissing my neck, reaching around to caress my other breast. His touch was very different from his brother's. It was a bit rougher and quicker paced than Brian's. Later I wondered if they had at one time planned or even just talked about doing this.
+Brian pulled his mouth from mine and pulled my old cotton t-shirt over my head exposing the red satin bra I was wearing. He lowered his head to my breasts licking the tops of them and kissing them while Ryan kissed my neck and shoulders. This was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me in my life. Two men pleasuring me, twins and while they look very much alike, there were very distinct differences. Brian was slow and gentle and Ryan was quicker and rougher. Ryan unhooked my bra and Brian pulled it off, exposing my creamy white breasts and threw the bra in the corner while Ryan came around to face me. Both of their heads lowered to my breasts and sucked greedily upon them. My god, never had I felt any sensation like this before and I instantly reached my orgasm.
+Their hands were all over me, touching me, caressing me and stripping me naked. I didn't care; I wanted them to ravish me. Both of them tore their clothes off quickly, eager to be as naked as I was. Ryan pushed me down so I was lying upon my back. Both men stood before me, their erections hard and identical. A shiver of desire shot through me, running down my stomach and making my pussy wet. I looked at them and smiled, welcoming them, encouraging them to take me. That was all they needed; not one word was spoken. Brian came towards my mouth and pushed his cock towards my face. I greedily sucked upon it, tasting the precum and stroking it with my hand. Ryan went towards my pussy and buried his head between my legs. His tongue was fucking and sucking my pussy greedily as if he had dreamed of this many times before. I don't know, perhaps he had.
+I came in Ryan's mouth, squirting my pussy juices into his face and he sucked up every last drop. Meanwhile I was sucking Brian's cock like I could not get enough of him, my one hand gripping his ass tightly the other caressing his balls gently. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his shaft and then sucked his cock deep into my mouth as far as I could take it in. His hands were gripping my head as I gave him head. This was so erotic; I mean how many women only get to dream about two men pleasuring them at once? Both were handsome with hot bodies and wanted to please me. I looked up at Brian only to see him watching Ryan suck my pussy, which made me cum once more.
+""Ass or pussy?"" Brian asked Ryan.
+""Ass.""
+Without another word Ryan stood up and pulled me off the couch, Brian lay down and Ryan turned me to face Brian and pushed me on top of him. I looked eagerly into his eyes, letting him see the lust so clearly written upon my face and sank down on to Brian taking his cock into my pussy. His cock went deep within me and my pussy squeezed it tightly. Ryan straddled Brian's legs and pushed my ass cheeks wide apart. We did not need any lube because I had cum so much while he ate me out that my ass was already well lubed. The tip of his cock inched its way into my very tight virgin ass, stretching me wide. It hurt a bit at first, but it felt so wonderful too, especially with Brian's cock stretching my pussy. Ryan's cock was soon buried deep in my ass, as far as it would go. Nobody moved, letting my body become used to the two identical cocks within it. The thought of what I was doing made me cum again, flooding Brian with my juices and the spasm from my pussy made Ryan start to fuck me.
+He slowly fucked me, his movements making Brian's cock move too. The slow steady rhythm was extremely hot. So many times had I dreamed of having two men within me, but never had I voiced this desire out loud to Brian. He must have known or at the very least suspected that I wanted this. I looked deep into his eyes, lust written plainly upon our faces. He smiled at me, the corner of his mouth curving in a dirty grin. I smiled back, the same naughty look on my face. I raised my ass to meet Ryan's slow thrusts, to let him know I wanted it harder. He didn't comply right away. ""Fuck me Ryan, harder, c'mon give it to me,"" I told him. Brian raised his hips fucking my pussy with short quick thrusts. ""Oh, yeah, Brian ... .. Mmm, that's right, fuck me.""
+I don't usually talk dirty during sex, but tonight was different. The beer loosened our inhibitions and my tongue. My dirty talk had spurred both men on and they fucked me harder, faster with a bit of animal lust thrown in. I loved it, every second. I was quite the little slut tonight and I was not the only one enjoying every minute of it. With each one of Ryan's thrusts my breasts slammed into Brian's chest, the nipples teasing his, arousing him further. Ryan grabbed my hips tightly within his grasp and slammed his cock into me. It was not gentle, nor loving; it was just plain old lust. The look on my face must have been driving Brian nuts because he grabbed my head, pulling my hair and smashed his lips against mine, his tongue driving deep within my mouth.
+All of my 'holes' were filled and I wanted more. I greedily kissed Brian, letting my tongue do what it wanted, which was to wedge itself into his mouth, tasting him and letting him taste his male sex upon my lips. My hips were slamming into Brian's and Ryan was holding nothing back, fucking my ass as hard and fast as he could. I pulled my mouth from Brian's and yelled, ""I'm CUMMMINNGGGG, oh my god, I'm cumming NOW!""
+""AGHHHHH, fuck!"" I heard from behind as Ryan shot his load into my tight little ass, my ass clenching and tightly squeezing every last drop from his big throbbing cock. His hands were tightly gripping my hips while Brian strained to fuck me from beneath. ""Mmmmph, Oh yeah baby, I've got something for ya,"" Brian said and raised his hips in one last thrust, shooting his load into my wet waiting cunt. His cum was pulsing into me in warm, thick jets and with one final groan his body, he went slack beneath me. I collapsed on top of him and Ryan stayed inside my ass. Nobody wanted to move. Nobody knew what to say. Now that we had fucked, yes I said fucked, because that is exactly what it was, things were a little bit awkward. So we just stayed there, doing nothing, letting the moment pass.
+I snuggled up to Brian and almost fell asleep, when I felt Ryan pull his now soft cock from my ass. I sighed and slowly raised myself from my husband. My ass was throbbing, a little tender but it also felt good. Brian sat up, his torso covered with cum from all three of us. I smiled when I saw it. Ryan was the first to say anything, ""Umm, I guess I should shower."" I think he felt a little bit embarrassed by our sex session.
+""Ok."", Brian said, ""You know where everything is.""
+Ryan quickly gathered his clothing, which was strewn all over the room, cast aside by fumbling fingers and fled the room. I had thought I would feel guilty and embarrassed from having a threesome with my husband and his twin, but found I didn't. I had really enjoyed it. I sat beside my husband of eight years, content, completely satisfied and happy. This had been one of my deepest fantasies, maybe not with Ryan, but just two men, any men. I had never ever believed it would actually happen.
+""Did you enjoy it?"" Brian asked me, pulling me out of my daydream.
+""God, yes!""
+""Wanna do it again?""
+""Are you kidding me? Hell yeah!""
+Brian looked at me, grinned and grabbed my hand and pulled me from the couch.
+""Let's go. Ryan's in the shower; you get in with him while I get the bed ready. He's in for a surprise tonight. He always did want to fuck you and have a threesome.""
+""Really? I didn't know that.""
+""Yeah, and it was pretty hot. Let's do it again.""
+We went down the hallway giggling like two drunken teenagers sneaking out to have sex in a car. Brian grabbed me outside the bathroom door and kissed me. ""I'll be in shortly.""
+I quietly opened the bathroom door; Ryan didn't hear me enter and I quietly slipped into the shower with him. The shower is a large customized one like you find in a health spa, three sides a grey granite type stone with a wall in front. You can enter from both sides through a door on each end and the shower nozzle is in the centre of the short wall at the front. Ryan was standing with his back towards me soaping his muscular body. He had the most perfect ass I had ever seen on a man. The water was running down his broad back, the rivulets going down to the cute little dimple in his left ass cheek. I walked up behind him and encircled his waist with my arms.
+""Need help washing your back?"" I purred into his ear.
+He jumped and said, ""Oh my god, you scared me!""
+I took the soap from his hand and started to wash him, everywhere. He started to protest and push me away, but I stilled his hands. ""Brian will be right in to join us.""
+Ryan relaxed somewhat, but I could tell he was worried about being alone with me. I kept washing him, slowly rubbing his back, his legs, his chest and all the while I kept rubbing my body against his. I could see that he was becoming aroused one more. I lowered my hands to his growing cock and soaped it up, slowly washing it and gently stroking it. I looked into his eyes letting him see my desire there. I sank to my knees before him and took him into my mouth. He held my head in his hands while I sucked his now hard cock.
+I looked up him, my eyes meeting his and swirled my tongue around his shaft. He groaned with pleasure and in no way encouraged me to stop what I was doing. His hips moved slowly back and forth in time with my mouth. The warm water ran down our bodies caressing us and making them glisten and slick to the touch. The stone floor beneath my knees was rough and the warm water trickled down my ass massaging the soreness away and arousing me even further. My nipples were hard as rocks and pointing out, aching to be touched, but I denied them the pleasure. I kissed Ryan's thighs, I licked his balls and I slid my finger up his ass, which made him jump with surprise and it slid right in because we were so wet from the shower. I was so engrossed in what I was doing to Ryan I never noticed Brian watching from the other end of the shower until Ryan stiffened. I opened my eyes and looked at Brian and noticed he was stroking his now erect cock.
+""Don't stop, I am enjoying watching."" he said his voice low and filled with lust.
+I did not stop, I kept on loving Ryan with my mouth, licking, tasting and sucking him in a very slow and deliberate manner. He relaxed and let me do what I wanted to him; enjoying every minute and watching his twin brother stroke his erect cock. I knew Ryan was going to cum soon and so did Brian, ""Suck it dry honey, I want to watch you swallow every last drop.""
+When he said that Ryan's eyes flew wide open and he looked at me. ""Will you?""
+I nodded gently, because my mouth was full of his cock. He smiled. I continued to run my tongue up and down, then swirl it around the tip, especially that sensitive spot on the top. His hips thrust towards me quicker now, a new urgency in his rhythm. It was time, he was ready and so was I. We had all but forgotten Brian in the corner until I felt him at my back. He did not touch me or Ryan, just came closer so he could get better look. I felt Ryan grab my head and shove his cock into my mouth, the head growing and starting to throb against my tongue. The head then shot a small stream of cum, throbbed and a larger one followed. I sucked all of it down still massaging his cock with my mouth, he squirted more and more into my mouth and it slid easily down my throat, salty but yet sweet at the same time and I swallowed every last drop.
+He pulled his now soft cock from my mouth and I turned to face Brian and put his cock in my mouth. He was going to cum soon and I wanted to suck him dry as well. I sucked his the same way I had Ryan and within minutes I felt the head of his cock getting ready to explode in my mouth. It got bigger and he shot streams of cum into my mouth and I swallowed it all. He pulled me up and washed my body while Ryan finished washing, then he quickly cleaned up. Brian kissed me and tasted Ryan and himself on his mouth. ""Mmm nice, he murmured. He then left the shower and caught up to Ryan, ""Hey Ryan! Why don't you spend the night?""
+I was shocked at Brian's behaviour, but I liked it. I liked it a lot. I had satisfied both men, but my pussy was throbbing and wanting some attention too. My hand slid down to my pussy while the other caressed my erect nipples. It would not take long to reach orgasm because I was so turned on. A few quick flicks with my adept fingers and my body was responding. My hard clit was standing at attention as I stroked it quickly and within minutes cum was flowing down my thighs to the shower floor.
+I quickly got out of the shower and dried off and towel dried my hair. I didn't brush my teeth because I liked the taste of Brian and Ryan's cum on my tongue and inside of my mouth. I walked to the bedroom naked as I had left my clothes downstairs and never bothered to pick them up. The bedroom was lit with rosewood candles, the scent erotic but not cloying. Both Brian and Ryan were on the bed, sitting side by side, nude, their clean bodies and the smell of soap making me remember our shower and making me wet. I stood looking at them, such perfect male specimens and all mine tonight.
+""Come here,"" Brian said.
+I smiled and did as he had asked. I slowly walked towards them, letting my breasts bounce with a deliberate flirtatiousness, meant to arouse and tease. I walked as only a woman who wants a man can walk, my hips swaying. When I got to the end of the bed both men had risen to greet me.
+""Hello boys, looks like you are glad to see me. Have you been waiting long?""
+Brian pulled me onto the bed with them, the candlelight flickering over their once more aroused bodies. Brian pushed me onto my back and spread my legs, his head dropped down to my pussy and he spread my pussy lips wide. He blew gently onto my wet pussy and the cool air on my hot cunt felt like a jolt of lightening had hit me. I groaned with pleasure and tried to press myself into his face, but he did not allow it yet. He pushed my hips back to the bed and continued to tease me; he flicked at my clit with his tongue and blew those short little blasts of air bringing me to a climax. When I came he licked me clean, arousing me once more.
+Ryan lay down beside me and started to kiss me, his tongue darting into my mouth. Brian kept sucking my pussy while I kissed Ryan. My breasts were throbbing and I needed to touch them, I could feel my nipples pointing out so hard they almost hurt. I plucked at them and Ryan lowered his hand to caress my other breast arousing me further, if that was possible. My pussy was spasming non stop into Brian's mouth, his tongue sucking my clit and soon I felt him press two fingers inside of me. Oh my god! It felt so good, but I wanted Ryan to suck my breasts so badly now, so I grabbed his head and pulled him from my face and shoved it towards my breasts. He wanted to suck them too because he eagerly complied with my wishes. Ryan's lips pulled on my nipple while his other hand kneaded my other breast. My hand was now caressing his cock.  
+Without any warning Brian removed his mouth from my pussy, leaving his fingers inside. I felt him moving around but he did not stop caressing me inside. Then his fingers were gone. ""Nooooo, don't stop, please,"" I begged. Brian was extremely aroused and he shoved his cock inside of me. ""Yes! Oh Yes!""
+I grabbed Ryan by the hair and pushed his head hard to my breast. I started to stroke Ryan as Brian fucked me. My hand had a mind of its own and it was quickly finding out that Ryan did not like to be touched gently. I pulled Ryan so he was over my head, his cock dangling before my lips. I kept my fingers buried in his hair so that his head could not leave my aching breasts. I grabbed his cock with my hand and sucked on it once more, but not like I had in the shower, I was not going to let him cum anytime soon. He groaned as my mouth touched him and he kneaded my other breast with more force.
+""Oh yeah honey, suck him while I fuck you. You like that don't you baby? I know I like it."" Brian's dirty words turned me on, I had never realized he was that kinky before, and I guess if the truth be known, and I never realized I was either.
+I pulled my mouth from Ryan and said, ""Oh yessss, I love it, fuck me Brian, fuck me hard.""
+I moved my hips in a quick frenzy, matching his; I had never known sex could be like this. ""You like to watch me suck Ryan baby, hmmmm? Do you?""
+""Yes! I wanna watch him fuck you again too.""
+With that statement he went crazy and groaned loudly, ""Ohhhh yeah, here it cums, agghhhh."" My hips rose to meet his final thrust and I let go of Ryan, who got up and went to watch Brian cum. I saw the look on his face, the sweat on his face and body. He glistened from his efforts and I liked how he looked.
+But I was not finished, ""Nooo, not yet, I need more.""
+Brian quickly pulled out and stood back so Ryan could shove his cock inside of me. Brian stood to the side panting and watching as Ryan started to fuck me. I let him watch, it turned me on to see how the lust rose in his eyes when Ryan was inside of me. I knew that I would not last very much longer and I didn't think Ryan would either.
+Ryan pulled from me and said, ""Turn over.""
+I did so very quickly, eager to have his cock back inside of me. Ryan entered my pussy from behind. I looked back at Brian watching, the look on his face was pure pleasure and I let myself go. I slammed my ass back into Ryan's cock, each thrust making my ass bounce and my breasts sway. I could not stop; I was going to cum soon.
+""I'm gooiinnnggg to cuummm Ryan! Fuck me, give it to me now!""
+""O yeah baby, you're gonna get it, I'm gonna give it to you hard."" With that his body tensed and I felt him shoot deep inside of me. As soon as I felt him, my pussy flooded his cock with my own cum and spasmed against his cock. I felt my head pulled back by my hair and Brian kissed my mouth hard, his passion very evident. Ryan pulled away from me and Brian pulled me close. He continued to kiss me, his kisses becoming gentler.
+""I love you.""
+""I love you too Brian.""
+Ryan pulled from me and we collapsed on the bed. There was no awkwardness this time, we all felt comfortable with one another. Brian went around the room and blew out the candles.
+""Spend the night Ryan. You must be tired, I know I am.""
+""Ok."" He started to leave the bed and go to the guest room where he had stayed before.
+""No,"" Brian said ""Sleep with us tonight. We want you to.""
+And that is how I happen in bed with two men, having been so totally fucked, I can't say it was making love; there was not really any love involved. Lust, yes. Sex, yes. Love, not really. Would I do it again? In a heartbeat. I am exhausted and it is long past midnight now. Both Brian and Ryan are sleeping and I think I shall join them. Good night."
+217,Midnight: Celebrities,BOSTONFICTIONWRITER,Chain Stories,2007-07-26,2007-07-26,2022-01-08 03:52:24,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/midnight-celebrities,A tale of celebrity erotic.,"['Bo Derek', 'Celebrities', 'Cheryl Ladd', 'Elizabeth Taylor', 'Farrah Fawcett', 'Lindsay Lohan', 'Loni Anderson', 'Lynda Carter', 'Paris Hilton', 'Shelley Long']",3.72,"_DISCLAIMER:_
+The stories in the ""Celebrity"" section of Literotica are all fictional parodies - none are true, nor are they approved of by the celebrities named in the stories. Authors write these fictitious stories about famous people for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because they can. The Supreme Court of the United States, the country where this site is located, has ruled that parodies involving famous people are perfectly and totally legal under the United States Constitution. The specific case law on this was decided in the case of ""Hustler Magazine, Inc. et al. v. Jerry Falwell"" in 1988. No harm is intended toward the celebrities featured in these stories, but they are public figures and in being so, they must accept that they are fair target for parodies by the public. We believe in the first amendment, and more broadly, in the basic principle of free speech and this section may push the boundaries of that principle, but the United States Supreme Court has approved of this type of material. We believe that the Supreme Court was correct in their decision.
+*
+This, as are all of my stories, is a true story.
+My eyes not, yet, adjusting from the darkness of my bedroom to the glow from my watch, required me to stare at my watch, again, as if I was in a drunken stupor. Fuck! It was midnight.
+My plan of going to bed early for once was foiled. At first, the distant bark of my dog did not sufficiently register enough to awaken me. His barking became part of my dream, actually, with him there in the other room barking in my dream, suddenly. Then, when he continued barking is when I awoke annoyed that my sleep was interrupted and my dream ruined.
+Now, lying in bed with my eyes open and staring up at the shadows on the ceiling, I was still groggy with sleep. Then, I heard it, the distinctive creak of the steps that led from the first floor to the second floor down the hall from my bedroom.
+Fear replaced sleepiness and panic replaced fear. I could not awaken from my slumber and regain my senses fast enough. Again, my dog barked. When this is over, I will give my good watchdog a cookie.
+Silently, I opened my drawer, pulled out my handgun, loaded the clip, chambered a bullet, and took it off safety. Now, I was wide awake. Now, I was ready. Now, I was angry. How dare someone break into my house? They had better have life insurance and their personal affairs in order. I reached for my cell phone. Ready with my cell phone in one hand and my gun in the other, I listened before dialing 911.
+Just as I was about to hit the send button on the cell phone and call out, I have a gun and the police are on their way, I heard the steps creak, again, this time, along with giggling and muffled laughter. There were more than one person outside my bedroom door, several, in fact by the boisterousness of their activity.
+I emptied the chamber, removed the clip, put the gun back on safety, hid it away in the drawer, and put down my cell phone. I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and shook away the last of the dream that I was having, my usual, sex with celebrities.
+This dream was a new one, though. Paris Hilton, now an ex-con, but dressed in a smart and fitted designer white and black vertically striped, instead of the customary horizontal stripe, prison outfit resplendent with her prison number, 90210, was giving me a blow job while Lindsay Lohan, a soon to be an ex-con, was sitting on my face while eating ice cream, Rocky Road. Why ice cream? Why Rocky Road? Weird.
+Normally, I dream of older celebrity women my age, such as, Christie Brinkley and Cybill Shephard, but I ate oysters that night and, in anticipation of my celebrity dream, retired smiling wildly at the thought of getting an erection while I dreamed my dream and maybe jerking off over it, later. Now, I just had a stomachache.
+""Shh...be quiet...shh,"" I heard a woman's voice say in a strained whisper accompanied with more muffled laughter.
+Figuring it was my friends playing a practical joke on me by trying to scare me after having had a long discussion the night before about the history of the old house that I live in and sufficiently filling my imagination with the suspicions that it might be haunted, I got up and stood by the door listening. Deciding that I would turn the tables on them by scaring them and ruining their fun, I went to the bedroom door in my briefs and was about to turn the knob and fling open the door when I recognized their voices.
+It can't be. But how did they find me? How did they get in my house? I don't believe it. They must have followed me home when I left the Celebrity Ball last week. No, wait; of course, I was driven home by one of their chauffeurs. He told them where I lived, of course. Yes, that is how they found me. Matter of fact, my bicycle is still in the trunk of the limo. I forgot to retrieve it because I was on cloud nine after having had group sex with Stephen Powers, Debbie Reynolds, and et al who attended the Celebrity Ball.
+""Shh...be quiet, you'll wake him,"" said a female voice followed by more giggling and muffled laughter. ""Shh, c'mon, I want to catch him sleeping so that I can suck his cock while he sleeps. Imagine him awaking to see me with his cock in my mouth.""
+Oh, my God. I could not believe she said that. Farrah Fawcett is such a slut, but I like it.
+My dog was going berserk now growling and barking. One of them, Bo Derek, by the sound of her voice, she loves animals, went in the room to quiet my dog.
+""It's okay, Sweetie,"" she said, ""It's okay. That's a good boy. He's a good dog."" My dog loves women. He was happy and now quiet.
+My cock stirred and suddenly came to life with the anticipation of it in Farrah Fawcett's mouth. Quickly, I removed my briefs and launched myself back in bed, closed my eyes, and pretended to be asleep.
+These women would never make it as burglars. Even though they tried to be quiet, they made more noise than if they were at a CFNM show. They must all be drunk.
+Then, I wondered how they got in my house but remembered that I may have not locked the back door when I let out the dog. It is funny the things that you forget to do when you have a break in routine. Normally, I go to bed around 11pm, put out the dog and bring in the dog, before setting the alarm. Now, thinking about it, I did not even set the alarm. Well, that explains it. I could have been murdered in my sleep. Now, instead, I laughed to myself, I am about to be seduced while pretending to be sleeping.
+Farrah was the first one in the bedroom. I could see her and the rest of the celebrities, cast in the glow of the hall nightlight that shimmered behind them, by opening my eyes just a tiny slit. There standing behind her were Cheryl Ladd, Loni Anderson, Lynda Carter, Shelley Long, Candice Bergman, and Bo Derek holding my dog. They watched as Farrah crept to my bed and peeled away the sheet from my torso. Already, I had a nice erection.
+""He's naked,"" whispered Farrah turning to the others. ""And he has an erection,"" she giggled.
+""Guys always get hard while they sleep,"" said Loni. ""I remember when I was married to Burt; he always poked me with that pole of his in the middle of the night.""
+""It feels good."" Farrah wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked me. ""It's bigger than Ryan's cock.""
+""He does have a nice cock,"" said Cheryl Ladd. I cannot believe that Cheryl Ladd not only saw my cock but also said that it is a nice one.
+""Farrah, if you suck his cock, I'm leaving,"" said Candice putting her hands on her hips in the way that she did when she played Murphy Brown. ""That is really too much and going too far. First we break into his house and now, oh, God, she's blowing him. That's it, I'm out of here.""
+""Wait, don't go,"" said Lynda Carter, the former Miss America and of Wonder Woman fame. ""Don't you want to watch and see the look on his face when he awakens?""
+""Watching Farrah suck his cock is making me horny,"" said Bo.
+""I want some of that,"" said Shelley, as she unbuttoned and removed her blouse and skirt. She knelt by the bed in her panty and bra and when Farrah released me from her mouth, she took her turn. Shelley wrapped her hand around my cock, stroked me, and swirled her tongue around my bulbous knob, as she deep throated me over and again. Boy that felt so good.
+I could not believe that I was getting a blow job from, first, Farrah Fawcett and, now, Shelley Long.
+""Oh, what the Hell, I want to have some fun, too,"" said Lynda stripping down to her panty and bra.
+Shelley moved away from me and Lynda knelt between my legs and wrapped her hand around my cock stroking me sensually before taking me in her mouth. She fondled her nipple through her bra as she blew me. I so wanted to put my hands around each side of Lynda's face, as she bobbed her head up and down. I so wanted to reach my hands down and caress her magnificent tits through her bra. I so wanted to remove her bra and suck her nipples. Only, I did not want them to know that I was awake, yet.
+""Well, I'm here now,"" said Candace, stripping down to just her panties, ""I may as well get off, too."" Candice had cute little A cup tits. Cheryl Ladd followed her lead and removed all her clothes except for her panties. She had nice B cup tits. I watched Bo Derek strip naked after she put down my dog. Bo's tits were magnificent C cups. Now, they were all on the bed taking turns blowing me, while laughing, talking, and giggling.
+I was ready to cum. I laid there with my eyes wide open watching one after another after another remove my cock from their mouth before the next one inserted me in her mouth.
+""He's awake,"" said Candace.
+""Now, we can have some real fun,"" said Loni.
+""Oh, my God, am I dreaming? Pinch me,"" I said. ""Ow! Did you have to pinch me so hard, Shelley?""
+""What the big, strong muscleman can't stand a little pain?"" She pulled out a whip from out of nowhere. ""Get ready for some discipline, Freddie. Mistress Shelley is—""
+""Knock it off, Shelley,"" said Candace. ""You're scaring the guy. Look you made his cock limp.""
+""Yeah, obviously,"" said Bo, ""he's not into the rough stuff.""
+""I know what he likes,"" said Loni.
+""I know what he wants,"" smiled Lynda.
+Both women removed their bras came closer toward me topless. Oh, yeah, tits. How did they know that I love tits? I asked the question.
+""How did you women know that I love tits?""
+""We read your story, Tits, Freddie,"" said Bo who was already naked and ready to join in the fun that was about to begin with Loni and Lynda.
+There they were Loni Anderson, Lynda Carter, and Bo Derek hanging their round, firm knockers in my face. I had my hands and mouth moving from one big breast to another fabulous tit. My cock grew to the biggest it has ever been.
+I do not know how long we were fucking and sucking but it was well into the next day before we all collapsed from exhaustion. When I was no longer able to satisfy a celebrity woman, hey, there is only so many times that I can get, maintain an erection, and cum, the women went at one another. Farrah enjoyed the charms of Shelley and Lynda brought Loni to a simmering boil while Cheryl and Candice were quietly alone in the far corner of the room making out like horny teenagers. Bo, my dear sweet Bo, never left my side.
+We all fell asleep. Never have I been so satisfied, so relaxed, and so tired. We slept for hours. Even the dog slept soundly.
+Then, I heard it, again, the creak of the stairs. Am I dreaming? Is this entire thing a dream? I popped my head up and looked around the room taking a quick attendance. Bo was asleep on my chest, Loni and Lynda lay on the other side of me, Farrah and Shelley found a place at the foot of the bed, and Cheryl and Candice, surrounded with pillows, were curled up on the floor and spooning in the far corner of the bedroom. No, not a dream, everyone is here.
+Again, the distinctive creak of the stairs followed with hushed giggling and muffled laughter. I looked at my watch, midnight. What? Deja vu. It can't be. I lifted a slat of blind figuring that it was noon, but it was dark outside. It blew my mind. It was midnight of the next day. We had been together 24 hours.
+Suddenly, my bedroom door burst open and the other ladies from last week's Celebrity Ball appeared, Ursula Andress, Julie Andrews, Bridgette Bardot, Carol Baker, Leslie Caron, Diahann Carroll, Joan Collins, Julie Christie, Angie Dickinson, Barbara Eden, Linda Evans, Annette Funicello, Lauren Hutton, Jill St. John, Gina Lollobridgida, Sophia Loren, Tina Louise, Ann Margaret, Mary Tyler Moore, Rita Moreno, Julie Newmar, Kim Novak, Debra Paget, Suzanne Pleshette, Jane Powell, Stephanie Powers, Debbie Reynolds, Diana Rigg, Jean Simmons, Elke Sommer, Stella Stevens, Elizabeth Taylor, Shirley Temple, Mamie Van Doren, and Raquel Welch. Awkward as Hell, all 35 women crowded in my bedroom. Now, with me and the original 7 women, there were 43 people in my bedroom, one man, me, with 42 women.
+""We figured you'd be here with him,"" said Liz Taylor pointing a haughty finger of accusation at my dear, sweet Bo.
+I sat up in bed looking from one celebrity to the next. They all looked hurt and rejected. Joan Collin, Diahann Carroll, Debbie Reynolds, Mary Tyler Moore, and Raquel Welch all looked like they were ready for a good cat fight with my younger lovelies. As much as I would have loved to see the women going at one another, I did not want to see anyone get hurt. Many of these women were elderly, after all, and how tragic would that be to read about their injuries or demise in the tabloids because of me.
+Actually, now that I think of it, imagine celebrity women, albeit it over-the- hill celebrity women, fighting over me. I can see the Paparazzi now following my every move.
+""That's him. There's Freddie, the Don Juan of the mature celebrity women.""
+There was a long and uncomfortable silence. The older women stared at the younger women while the younger women, outnumbered, avoided direct eye contact hoping, no doubt, to dissuade a physical confrontation. I had to do something, say something to reduce the tensions that I could feel building. I did not know what to do or what to say, so I did and said the first thing that came to mind.
+I opened my nightstand drawer, pulled out a bottle of Viagra, and took one.
+""Let's party!""
+With that one head clearing remark, everyone got naked and we partied and had an all out orgy that lasted a week."
+218,Midnight: Exposed,slyc_willie,Chain Stories,2007-04-16,2007-04-16,2022-01-08 03:52:26,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/midnight-exposed,The things that happen away from home.,"['Exhibitionism', 'Masturbation', 'Midnight', 'Nudity', 'Public', 'Voyeurism']",4.56,"_""Midnight ..."" A Chain Story._
+Introduction:
+On March 1, 2007, fireyjen posted a thread with her idea for a chain story, soliciting interested authors. Shortly afterwards, fieryjens' ISP started giving her problems and she cannot get online, so on her behalf we thought we could give her a hand. The premise is that in each story the main character awakes at the stroke of midnight, or around that time. It can be a creaking floorboard, a rattling doorknob, a clap of thunder, a flash of lightning or just a feeling of unease and dread.
+From this common beginning, each author is free to weave his or her own storylines culminating at midnight after 24 hours. Each story will be in a different Literotica category, with virtually all represented. All stories are titled ""Midnight: (and the author's story identifier). After the initial New Story posting, all submissions will be in the Chain Story category.
+We hope you enjoy this varied selection of stories by Literotica authors and your votes and comments are welcome. Below is an updated schedule of the stories.
+TE999 & geekychick_76 on behalf of fieryjen.
+* * * * *
+""Dan Tanner,"" he said after stepping up to the counter at the La Quinta Inn. The flight had been a long one, with two connections and more than six hours in the air, three on the ground. He had left home eleven hours earlier; it was now almost nine at night. Dan's face was weary and haggard, with a shadow of stubble and the greasy sheen of Illinois humidity making his skin shine.
+The middle-aged Asian woman was prompt and professional, calling up Dan's information on the computer before her. She cheerily handed him his room key.
+""Dan Tanner,"" she repeated in her accented voice, dark eyes glittering above a playful smile. ""Like that 70s TV show.""
+Dan tried his best not to look annoyed. ""That was Dan Tanna,"" he corrected.
+""Oh . . . ."" she trailed off, still smiling. ""Well, I hope you enjoy your stay, Mr. Tanner. Room 207.""
+He grumbled something along the order of a 'thank you' and headed through the doorway toward the stairwell. Room 207 was, thankfully, not too far from the second-floor door, opposite of which was a little nook with vending machines. Dan slipped the plastic card into the slot and pushed open the door.
+ _Thank God_ , he thought as he felt the cool air within the room. _They left the AC on_. The curtains covering the window on the opposite side of the room billowed out, filled with the chilly air being blasted up from the undermounted unit. Dan felt the oily drops on his forehead cool immediately; he anticipated a long shower before lounging back upon one of the two beds in the room, comfortably naked, eating microwave popcorn and watching 'Adult Swim.'
+The shower did wonders, washing away the sweat and the dank air of the airplane that seemed to have soaked into his pores. He brushed his teeth, but did not bother with shaving. That could wait for the morning.
+Still, the stiffness was leaving his muscles and the cool air felt delicious on his skin. Dan took up the remote, standing naked in his room as he flipped through the channels. He watched a few moments of Discovery Health before settling on Comedy Central. The weariness in his body overcame him quickly enough, and he was soon asleep even before _Tripping The Rift_ was over . . . .
+***
+He jerked awake with a start, finding that he had tangled himself in the sheets and floral-print blanket atop the bed. The AC was still blasting, and now the room felt cold. Gritting his teeth in discomfort, Dan rolled from the bed and roughly twisted the dial to turn the air off.
+The spiderwebs of whatever dream that had jolted him awake drifted away, leaving only a few ethereal images that danced in the back of his mind. The television was flickering with images of talking french fries and stoned- looking cartoon characters. Dan took a moment to let himself return fully to reality, rubbing his eyes and temples. A glance to the clock between the two beds in the room told him it was exactly midnight. The Witching Hour.
+Hunger inexplicably gnawed at him, as well as thirst. He smacked sticky, dry lips and thought of the vending machines just down the hall from his room. The lure of sugar and sodium called to him like a siren song. Irresistible, like seeing a rack of personalized lighters at the counter of a convenience store.
+He considered slipping his slacks back on and donning a shirt, but the vending machines were just a few steps down the hall. It was after midnight, after all, one minute past, to be exact; the chance of anyone being out in the corridors was slim.
+ _Fuck it_ , Dan thought, snatching up the towel he'd tossed on the bed. It just encircled his waist, with enough slack to tie the ends together. He looked at himself in the mirror and chuckled. _Have to make sure not to make any sudden moves_ , he thought.
+Key card and a few crumpled dollar bills in hand, Dan stepped from his door and padded on bare feet down the carpeted hallway. A mild thrill coursed through him as he felt a gentle breeze flowing over his body. The thought of being nearly naked, with the faint possibility of someone opening their door and catching him, sparked a tinge of arousal.
+The reason for the breeze became apparent once he reached the nook with the vending machines. A door on the other side of the enclosure had been propped open by a trash can; Dan was not sure if it had been that way when he had first come up from the lobby. The fresh air was cool but not cold, carrying a scent of ozone with it. He remembered something about the Chicago weather report saying that rain was a possibility.
+The faint breeze tugged at his towel like the hands of mischievous imps as he fed the vending machines the dollar bills. He glanced to the open door as he retrieved his Diet Coke and M&Ms. The sign on the wall beside the doorway read 'Stairs and Roof Access.'
+His arousal spiked again as a memory came back, pulled up from one and a half decades of dormancy. Sophomore year in college, drinking with his buddies, being dared to streak through Hollings Hall in nothing but his tennis shoes . . . .
+Dan laughed at the memory. He remembered the shocked, giggling, and sometimes interested looks the young coeds had given him as they watched him running through the dorm. Word had spread quickly, and girls were soon peeking out of every door. Some had even smacked his butt as he darted past. That single night, never repeated, had earned him the nickname 'Flash.'
+His parents had always assumed it was because of his track records.
+The lingering exhilaration of exhibitionism returned with the memory, enticing him. Dan eyed the stairwell speculatively. He knew that the reasonable course of action would be to return to his room, watch a little TV, maybe jack off if that was what it took to satisfy his libido.
+But he had spent most of his twenties and all of his thirties being 'reasonable.' A reasonable job, a reasonable salary, a reasonable marriage that had not worked out . . . .
+ _Fuck it,_ thought Dan once more as he stepped toward the stairwell _. I'm a thousand miles from home. If I can't break out of my mold here, then where can I?_
+* * *
+Nicole Teske – called Nikki, or, by her room mate, _Nik-Nik_ – had just come up the stairs to the second floor when she saw the well-built man heading to the opposite stairwell, past the vending machines. It took her a moment to register what she was seeing: a nearly-naked man, wearing only a towel, walking as comfortably and calmly as if he were alone in his house. A moment later, he was gone, turning past the other side of the doorway toward the stairs beyond.
+Nikki blinked, feeling a slight rush rumble its way through her body. There was no accounting for it, none that she could rationalize. She had seen men in towels before; at twenty-six, she was hardly a virgin, and had enjoyed her share of wild times . . . and men. But there was something about this man in just a towel. His body, his casual confidence, the movement of muscles beneath his skin. He was sexy.
+The plastic bag in Nikki's hand felt heavy, laden with munchies and cigarettes from the corner store down the street. She knew she should have gone back to her room to work on the details of the presentation she was due to give the following morning at the Insurance Adjusters convention. She was in Chicago on business, after all. This was not a vacation.
+ _But all work and no play makes Nikki a dull girl_ , she thought with a mischievous tug at the corners of her mouth. _Oh, hell, he's probably just going to his room . . . upstairs . . . ._
+ _But wouldn't they have their own vending machines on the third floor?_
+* * *
+Dan paused at the third-floor landing, looking up toward the roof access door thirteen steps above him. Excitement mingled with anxiety made him feel his heart thumping in his chest. The door stood wide-open, and for a moment, Dan wondered if there was some maintenance worker on the roof. The breeze blowing down through the door swept across him more firmly, almost threatening to divest him of the towel. Reflexively, he clutched at the knot that held it in place, and ascended the stairs.
+The roof was dark, bathed in shadow, with streetlight streaming up from below, creating a pale whitish haze just beyond the edge of the roof. Moonlight fell upon the gravel that covered the roof, providing just enough light that Dan could see where his feet took him. His relatively pale skin glowed slightly.
+His eyes darted about, looking for the phantom maintenance man. But the shadows did not stir; there was no one about. Dan wondered as to why the roof door would be allowed to remain open, then decided it was not worth wondering why.
+ _This is serendipity,_ he thought _. One of those moments in life when you're handed a golden apple. So, are you going to take a bite of forbidden fruit, Dan? Or are you going to throw the apple away and go back to safer pastures?_
+A wicked grin split Dan's face. Stepping carefully, he avoided the larger pieces of gravel and made his way to the middle of the roof, leaving the door glowing and open behind him. The crisp air, stronger now with the scent of ozone, caressed him. It was a sensual feeling, one he wanted to feel everywhere. He stooped for a moment, setting his soda and candy on the roof, then straightened and removed the towel.
+""Ahh . . . .""
+The moment the damp night air touched his genitals, Dan felt his arousal grow exponentially. The thrill of being naked, outdoors at night, with hundreds of people below him in the hotel none the wiser, was indescribable. He could hear unintelligible voices drifting up from the parking lot below, which was shared by the hotel with a diner. There were no buildings near enough to threaten Dan with the chance of being casually spotted.
+He was safely hidden from casual eyes, yet still exposed. The exhilaration was palpable to him; he could touch it, and it touched back, running over his body, stroking, caressing, urging him.
+He closed his eyes, extended his arms, tilted his head back. He felt the radiance of the moon, glowing with reflected light from the sun on the other side of the world. Cotton-like wisps of cloudstuff drifted across the moon's surface, blurring the face upon it that smiled down upon him.
+ _Oh, to be the Moon_ , Dan thought. _Watching the world below, seeing everything in its entirety. What secrets you must know . . . ._
+A car pulled into the parking lot below, speakers blaring music. Nine Inch Nails. Dan chuckled. He remembered when Trent Reznor's 'industrial' sound was new; now, almost twenty years later, his music was timeless, raw. It seemed the perfect compliment for what Dan was doing.
+He began with small movements at first, just taking in the music as it was filtered up to him through the chaos of traffic on the highway. Somewhere distant, thunder rumbled, but it only added to the powerful beat and grinding message of the music.
+ _""The only thing that works for me/_
+ _Help me get away from myself . . . .""_
+Dan had never considered himself much of a dancer; he had decidedly 'white boy' moves, and knew it. Dancing was part of the urban nightlife mating ritual, to which Dan never felt he belonged. But there were times, like now, alone and naked in the world, in which he could feel the music directing him. Without the self-conscious anxiety of knowing others were watching him, Dan let his body, his hands, move in ways that might have otherwise embarrassed him.
+The idea of letting go was an even more powerful aphrodisiac than his nudity, and he went with it, allowing himself to be free and expressive.
+All without the knowledge that he was being watched the entire time.
+* * *
+Nikki's hunch had paid off, and she allowed herself a congratulatory grin as she peered around the corner of the doorway, watching the man on the roof. He was less than twenty feet away, bathed in moonlight, silhouetted against the world by the ghostly glow that shimmered at the edge of the rooftop. Naked, he looked even more delicious than when he'd had the towel on.
+She could just hear the pounding, erotic beat of Nine Inch Nails emanating from somewhere below, and could not blame the man for being inspired by the music. She had a special place in her erotic memories for the carnal music; she'd once made love to an ex-boyfriend throughout the entire course of a NIN album. They had been the strongest orgasms she had ever experienced.
+ _He moves like a male stripper,_ Nikki thought, watching the man with all the naughty excitement of a child peering upon Santa Claus as presents were laid by the tree. _Damn, he's got nice arms, strong, muscular . . . and a butt I could nibble on all day . . . ._
+Nikki held back a gasp as he turned in profile to her. His penis was semi- hard, hanging down thickly at an angle from his body. His pubic hair was like a wispy dark cloud around the base. Nikki felt her own excitement growing, wetness seeping into her panties as she watched the man's cock grow and stiffen. His hands wandered up and down his body as he danced, occasionally brushing his swelling shaft.
+ _Oh, God, please_ , she thought, licking her lips in anticipation. _Please do it . . . ._
+The sight of a man masturbating had always turned Nikki on. As a teenager, she had caught her older brother pleasuring himself one day in his bedroom, and watched through the crack of his slightly-open door as his strong hand stroked up and down his cock. The sight of his semen spurting from the tip of his dick onto his stomach had made Nikki weak in the knees.
+Her boyfriends had often been reluctant to indulge her fantasy of watching a man jack off, and Nikki pined for the day in which she could catch another man masturbating. Now, finally, she had her chance.
+""Do it,"" she whispered, then caught her breath, afraid the man might have heard her. But he did not; he was still caught up in his own fantasy world.
+Subconsciously, Nikki slipped her hand beneath her skirt, rubbing herself through the thong that barely covered her pussy, in anticipation of watching this handsome stranger do what she so ardently hoped he would . . . .
+* * *
+Dan couldn't believe how aroused he was. The combination of being naked outdoors, with the night air lusciously flowing around him, the fresh, charged air, the music . . . his libido was in high gear, sending messages to his groin. As he danced, Dan looked down to his crotch to see his cock engorged to its full impressive length. It swayed back and forth, gloriously enjoying the feel of the wind and ozone-charged air.
+He smoothed his hands down his torso, still muscular and flat even in his mid- thirties, and gathered his cock and balls in his hands. He breathed in, biting his lip, calling up a fantasy. His cock twitched as his hand wrapped around the shaft. Slowly, he began pumping it. Pre-cum seeped from the tip; he could actually see it glistening in the moonlight. The fingers of his other hand pressed into his balls, massaging them, sending erotic chills through his body.
+He rolled his hips in time with the music that wafted up to him; no longer Nine Inch Nails, now it was Stabbing Westward. Maybe the sensuality of the music wasn't as direct, but it remained basically raw and inspiring.
+His left hand joined his right around his shaft, gripping it tightly, and he kept them still as he moved his hips. His fantasy conjured up some willing and uninhibited slut, on her knees, accepting his thrusts into her mouth. His cock slid back and forth in his tight, two-handed grip, lubricated by the precum seeping out. He groaned in pleasure. Every nerve in his body tingled with excitement.
+* * *
+Nikki whimpered as she watched the man masturbating. The entire scene was just too much for her; her pussy was literally dripping, sweet fluid soaking into the material of her thong. Hurriedly, no longer caring if her movements caught the man's attention, she reached beneath her skirt and slid the undergarment down, feeling the silk fabric cling to her swollen lips for a moment before they were falling to her ankles. Her hand returned instantly to her overheated pussy, stroking the lips. The aroma of her arousal surrounded her.
+ _God, just look at him_ , she thought. _Oh, fuck, he's so sexy . . . and what a beautiful thick cock . . . damn, I could suck and fuck that thing all day and be happy . . . oh!_
+Her mental gasp became a real one, and once more, Nikki bit her lip to hold back any further utterances. She could not remember a time when she had been more turned on. Her juices literally dribbled down the insides of her thighs as she stroked her pussy. Her clit buzzed each time her fingers passed over it; the lubrication she exuded allowed the tips of her French-nailed fingers to slip inside her with ease.
+Leaning with one shoulder against the doorway, Nikki arched her back, pushing up on the tips of her toes as she spread her legs and plunged two fingers inside her needy pussy. Her palm smacked wetly against her stiff clit. Her eyes were heavy with lust, yet she was determined not to miss a moment as the man – _this gorgeous fucking man_ – masturbated before her. Images of being in front of him, on her knees, or bent over, letting him take her, ravish her, _fuck_ her, filled her mind.
+Her orgasm was already building, rolling fast and sure and undeniable through her body. Nikki only hoped its arrival would not distract her, would not rob her of a single moment.
+* * *
+The rest of the world became tuned out; Dan wasn't hearing the music anymore, wasn't thinking of anything but the pleasure of the moment. And what pleasure it was. Masturbating upon the roof of a hotel, bathed in moonglow, crisp night air caressing his body like the hands of sexy, invisible muses . . . .
+He felt his balls tighten, his orgasm beginning its slow, inexorable march up through his cock, just as the first drops of rain fell upon him. The added sensation only heightened the eroticism of the moment. The rain began to fall in earnest, deluging him. It soaked into his hair and ran in rivulets down his body. Some of the stinging drops pelted the tip of his cock, making him twitch in pleasure.
+There came a crack of thunder, a flash of lightning directly overhead. Just at the moment of release, Dan pressed the middle finger of his left hand into the base of his cock, stemming the eruption for a moment. He felt his PC muscle contract and flex, pushing up the fluid. For a moment, he held his orgasm in check, grunting with the effort.
+Then he brought his hands away, and let the flood gates erupt.
+* * *
+The glistening water flowing down over the stranger's body only accentuated his sexiness. Here was a modern god, Nikki thought, primal and earthy, uninhibited and arousing. At home with his sexuality, enjoying his own body the way Nikki wished she could. She loved the way the rain washed over him, accentuating his corded muscles, making that _fucking gorgeous_ cock glisten.  
+Nikki could tell the man was close to cumming, just as she was. Her eyes blazed as she locked her gaze upon his cock, watching it throb and pulse, jutting out with such incredible stiffness. She could just imagine the feel of that rock-hard cock filling her pussy, or her mouth, could just imagine the anticipation of the rush of fluid that was about to come.
+And then it did.
+Nikki gasped aloud, whimpering and moaning as her own orgasm took hold of her, commanding her, dominating her, as she watched the thick pulses of fluid jet from the head of the man's cock. First came a mighty arc of glowing milky fluid that shot a good four or so feet into the air. Then another, less powerful, burst, then another, and another. The man's face was contorted in sweet orgasmic rapture; Nikki whimpered vicariously.
+""Oh, Jesus!"" moaned Nikki, madly fucking herself with her fingers. Her inner muscles contracted, sucking hard on her fingers, her clit pulsed and spasmed. Fluid gushed into her palm, flowed down the insides of her thighs. Nikki gasped again, not caring about the noise she was making. Her entire body rolled and bucked, as if she was being fucked. She clutched her pussy in her hand, squeezing it savagely. She could feel the slippery puddle of cum in the palm of her hand, loved the way it dripped over her fingers.
+She finally opened her eyes, not realizing she had squeezed them shut as she came. Her vision was blurry, but she made the effort to focus.
+And when she did, she found that the man was looking directly at her.
+* * *
+Dan did not know what to say or do. His orgasm had been intense, one of the strongest and most consuming he had ever experienced. It left him light-headed and breathless, but not completely without his faculties.
+At some point, he had heard feminine gasps and moans above the sounds of the storm, but had not truly registered them. But once he was spent, with his cock softening and dripping to the gravel below, reality began to return. He shook rainwater from his face, blinking away heavy droplets.
+He looked to the doorway, and saw her. A slender young woman, leaning against the frame, clad in a loose blouse and frilly little skirt, the latter bunched up around her waist, revealing naked thighs and hips. The position of her right hand between her legs left no doubt as to what she was doing, and the expression on her face registered naught but bliss.
+Then her eyes opened, and met his. Bliss switched to shock in an instant.
+Dan's mouth worked for a moment as he tried to speak, tried to come up with something to say. His emotions were jumbled; should he feel embarrassed, or proud? Ashamed or flattered? This woman in the doorway, with her short brown hair and wide dark eyes, her hand gripping her crotch beneath her skirt, had obviously enjoyed what she had seen. Yet social mores told Dan he should feel chastised.
+""Look—"" he began, intending to explain, not that he would know how.
+""Oh, shit!"" exclaimed the woman, and without another word, she turned and bolted down the stairs, snatching up a plastic bag along the way. Her movements allowed Dan to catch sight of her naked ass beneath the skirt, but only for a brief, delicious moment.
+Dan started for the door, then winced and cursed as a large piece of gravel bit into his foot. Hobbling, he made it to the doorway, taking up his drenched soda, candy and towel along the way. He leaned against the frame, brought up his foot, and plucked a sharp dark stone from the pad between his first two toes. There was no blood; Dan had earned his calluses through nearly two decades working on his feet. Still, the superficial wound stung.
+Dan took in a breath, let it out. The cacophony of the rain just outside the door drowned out the hammering in his chest. The air chilled his rain-slicked body. He wrapped the soggy towel around his waist, his mind working to make sense of what had happened. He was not sure how to react to the knowledge that he had been watched by a pretty young woman as he masturbated. Shame, excitement, intrigue, and arousal all fought for prominence in his mind.
+Then he noticed the silver-grey thong on the floor, just inside the doorway. Dropped, no doubt, by the woman.
+With a sly smile, Dan bent and retrieved it. Even before he brought it to his nose, he could smell the ripe, tangy fragrance upon it. The fabric was saturated; the woman's scent was ripe and pure. Impulsively, Dan licked the tiny gusset, getting a taste of the woman who had watched him.
+With a cocky smile, Dan headed back down the stairs, sniffing the skimpy garment as he went.
+* * *
+""Dan Tanner? Hi. Greg Raleigh. You're a little early for your presentation.""
+Dan smiled, shook the short, pudgy man's hand. ""Early is on time, on time is late, and late is not acceptable,"" he said, remembering his old military training. That, too, seemed like a lifetime ago.
+Raleigh gave a confused smile and shrugged. ""Uh, right,"" he said. He lead Dan through a short hallway in the hotel toward a closed door. ""There's another presentation going on right now, and then there'll be fifteen minutes for you to get set up. Um . . . anything you need?""
+Dan shook his head with a confident grin. He patted the leather satchel he carried. ""Nope. Got everything I need right here.""
+Raleigh nodded, then stepped away, eyeing a group of suit-clad men nearby. Dan let the man excuse himself, then mentally went over what he was to say to a group of weary, conservative businessmen who had already seen the 'be all and end all' of the insurance biz.
+But Dan really did not care about how well his presentation would be received. His mind was on the night before. He could still smell the rich fragrance of his voyeur's arousal in his senses. The banalities of his professional life paled in comparison to the excitement he had experienced the evening before.
+Finally, Dan was allowed into the conference room that had been rented for the convention. Men and women in business suits, their expressions hard and professional, lingered in the room as Dan went about the mechanical operations of setting up his presentation. It took him only a few minutes, since the projector was already on and primed. He set out his transparencies, went over his notes, and waited for the attendees to file in.
+Raleigh spoke with him for a moment, diverting Dan's attention from those who filled the seats. The forty-something organizer of the convention went over basic protocols and clued Dan in on some of the dignitaries in attendance, then stepped back.
+Dan cleared his throat, took a drink of water before addressing the room. His eyes scanned over the stolid, blank faces that watched him. Most were men.
+""Gentlemen,"" he began, then added, as he noted at least one woman in the first couple of rows: ""And ladies. Thank you for coming. I'll try not to make this presentation on claim adjustment procedures as boring as some of those you've heard already.""
+There were a couple of chuckles in response to his opening. Dan forced an amiable smile as he looked out upon his audience. Most of the faces looked bored, yet professionally expectant. ""All right, then, let's get on with . . . it . . . .""
+Dan's words trailed off as he spied one face amongst the crowd, a face he had seen the night before, face flushed and glowing with orgasmic rouge, round dark eyes drinking him in with lust and longing. Now, those eyes were softer, more sly, the smile beneath them impish and knowing. She wore a tasteful business suit, like the others around her, but her mere presence was arousing.
+Dan swallowed nervously, capturing the woman's eyes. Then he smiled, upon seeing her encouraging look. He cleared his voice. ""Yes,"" he said. ""Let's get on with it.""
+* * *
+Dan felt the presentation had gone well. He'd had some good ideas that had sparked some discussion, and for that, he was glad. But as much as he enjoyed sharing his insights and insurance business savvy with dyed-in-the-wool old- timers, what was really on his mind was the attentions, and intentions, of the pretty brunette who watched him with knowing eyes all through the presentation.
+"". . . very informative, Mr. Tanner,"" said a heavy-jowled man as he took Dan's hand. ""I like your approach to handling personal claims. Very original, and efficient. I've left my card for you.""
+Dan nodded, even as he glanced past the rotund old businessman to the brunette behind him, waiting patiently for her turn. He shook the man's hand, thanked him. The bulldog of a man sauntered away, allowing the woman behind him to approach.
+""Hi,"" she said simply, cocking her head to the side. She had cut her hair short, while leaving long wispy bangs that just barely graced her eyelashes. It was a look that combined sensuality with intelligence in Dan's mind.
+""Hi,"" he said back. ""Did you enjoy the presentation?""
+She pursed her lips, suppressing a smile. ""Not as much as the one I saw last night.""
+Dan drew in a deep breath, feeling his arousal being triggered. He could feel his cheeks burning slightly. ""Oh. Really.""
+She nodded slowly, never taking her glittering dark eyes from Dan's. ""Really.""
+Dan cleared his throat, not sure of how to respond. ""I'm Daniel Tanner,"" he said professionally, extending his hand. ""West coast branch of—""
+""Nicole Teske,"" she said quickly, taking his hand. Her eyes bore into his, conveying volumes of interest and desire. Her cheeks darkened slightly. ""Call me Nikki.""
+Dan caressed her fingers with his own, staring into those sexy round orbs. ""Nice to meet you . . . Nikki.""
+She blushed, just a little, her eyes dipping a moment. ""I think you have something of mine,"" she said cagily.
+Dan couldn't help but smile. He knew what she meant, of course. In fact, the tiny thong was, at present, balled up in the pocket of his professional dress slacks. ""I think I do,"" he said.
+Nikki bit her lip. ""So . . . .""
+Dan arched an eyebrow. ""'So?'"" he countered.
+Nikki gave him a catlike grin. ""So . . . meet me on the roof tonight,"" she said in a breathless voice, barely audible. ""And you can give them back.""
+Dan slowly smiled with knowing. ""I will,"" he said.
+ _-finis-_"
+219,Midnight: Tea and Temptation,Alex De Kok,Chain Stories,2007-06-10,2007-06-10,2022-01-08 03:52:28,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/midnight-tea-and-temptation,An anal surprise for Jack's house-guest.,"['After The Wedding', 'Anal', 'House-Guest', 'Mature Couple', 'Midnight Tea']",4.5,"Without being aware of any transition he was awake. Completely. An automatic glance at the bedside clock showed midnight. Ha! The witching hour! But his witch was gone, off on honeymoon with her brand-new husband. The witch who had charmed him for twenty-three years, ever since he held the squalling red-faced bundle of her just after she was born.
+A faint noise. Was that what had woken him? Better check. He swung his legs out of bed and reached for his robe, an automatic modesty response, because he slept naked and had shared the apartment only with his daughter these past five years, ever since his beloved Jenny, Carly's mother, had been killed. Cautiously, he opened the bedroom door, listening. Yes, a faint clink from the direction of the kitchen. Silent on bare feet, he moved towards the closed kitchen door, a bar of light showing at its foot. Taking a deep breath, he was about to throw the door open when he stopped dead, remembering his house- guest. His normal politeness reasserted itself, and he tapped on the door and opened it.
+""Oh! You startled me, Jack.""
+""Sorry, Helen. I heard a noise and wondered what it was.""
+""Oh, dear. Jack, I _am_ sorry. I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd make some tea. You don't mind, do you?""
+""Of course not. While you're here, treat the place like home.""
+""Thank you. Want some?""
+""Please. Black, no sugar."" While she poured, he studied her covertly, liking what he saw. Helen Daniels, the mother of his new son-in-law. His own age, she was trim, slim, attractive. Dressed now in a simple white nightdress, modestly cut, calf-length, opaque, but as she moved the fine cotton gave him hints of the treasures beneath. She passed him a cup and gestured to the chairs at the kitchen table.
+""Do you mind sitting and chatting for a while, Jack? I still feel wide-awake.""
+""Of course not. Chat? What about?""
+""Anything. Everything. The real Jack Rogers, maybe?""
+""Real? I'm real enough, Helen. With me, what you see is what you get.""
+She made a face. ""That's rare enough to be interesting."" She glanced across at him. ""I never did thank you properly.""
+He shook his head. ""Not a problem, Helen. The spare room was available, so it might as well be used.""
+She laughed. ""Only because Tim and Carly slept together.""
+Jack smiled. ""I knew they were lovers, Carly doesn't keep secrets from me."" He gave Helen a wry grin. ""As far as I know.""
+Helen nodded. ""I think you're right, Jack. Carly strikes me as transparently honest. I loved her from the first time Tim brought her to stay. They were lovers then, too.""
+""From college. Carly told me.""
+""She must trust you, Jack.""
+""I hope she does. I don't think I've ever lied to her. I've probably hurt her sometimes by being honest, but she's got a wise head on her shoulders, my daughter. She takes after her mother."" He was miles and years away for a moment, thinking of the drunken driver who had killed Jenny and changed his life forever.
+""You still miss her, don't you?"" Helen's voice was gentle.
+His half-smile was faint. ""Every time I look at Carly.""
+""She showed me the photo of the two of them. More like sisters, twin sisters almost, than mother and daughter.""
+""That's the one that hurts most, I think. It takes a long time to get over, but I think I'm getting there. Hey, this is getting morbid. Time for a change of subject."" He raised his tea-cup. ""A toast, to the newly-weds. To Tim and Carly.""
+""Tim and Carly,"" she echoed, touching her cup to his.
+There was a comfortable pause, as they reflected on the previous day's wedding. Jack glanced across at Helen. ""What about the real Helen Daniels? Tell me about her.""
+Helen gave him a wry look. ""Four years divorced, perpetually horny and never been laid in two years."" She stopped dead, a look of horror on her face, flushing scarlet. ""Jack,"" she gasped, ""I'm sorry, that isn't what I meant to say! Believe me, please?"" She groaned. ""I cannot believe I just said that! God, what must you think of me?""
+He almost laughed. ""That you're an honest woman, perhaps? No, I don't think you did mean to say that out loud, Helen. Is it true?""
+""Oh, yes, it's true. Unfortunately for me.""
+""Nearly five for me,"" he said, eyes unfocused as he remembered Jenny.
+Helen reached across and took his hand in hers, squeezing gently. He looked at her, bringing himself back to the now. ""Sorry, Helen.""
+""No need to apologize, Jack. No need at all.""
+""He gave her a wry smile. ""I never knew what Jenny saw in me, but I tried very hard to be the man she thought I was.""
+""Don't kid yourself, Jack, you're a very attractive man. And yes, I'm attracted to you too.""
+He smiled. ""The feeling's mutual, Helen."" She squeezed his hand again, looking away for a moment, then looked at him, biting her lip, making to speak, but hesitating. ""What?"" he said.
+""Can I be frank?""
+""Always.""
+She looked away again for a moment, then back at him. A direct look, open and honest. She took a deep breath, and when she spoke the words almost tumbled out. ""Will you take me to bed, Jack? Please? We're lonely people, you and I, so let's try to give each other something, something good."" There was a mute plea in her eyes.
+He stared at her for a long, long moment, but there was no denying the quick agreement that had almost sprung to his lips. She flushed, looking away, and he realized she thought he was going to refuse. He squeezed the hand holding his. ""Helen? Are you sure that's what you want?""
+She turned back to him, her eyes on his. She nodded. ""Yes,"" she said, her voice almost a whisper.
+It was his turn for the deep breath. ""Helen, I would be honored.""
+She was still holding his hand and she stood, tugging him to his feet. ""Leave the cups. Let's go now, before I lose my nerve.""
+In his bedroom, he switched on a shaded bedside lamp, filling the area beside the bed with a honeyed glow that barely reached the corners of the room. He turned to Helen, letting her hand slip from his and raising his hands to her shoulders, drawing her to him, her head tilting and her lips lifting as he drew her close.
+The kiss was gentle at first, but there was a heat in each of them and their mouths began to move on each other, tasting, savoring, lips parting, tongues moving, until Helen broke away from him, flushed, shuddering. She bent, taking the hem of her nightdress in her hands, straightening, lifting it off smoothly over her head, her breasts catching for a moment then dropping free as she cast the nightdress aside. She gazed at him, her eyes hot, smoky.
+""You now,"" she whispered, and he quickly loosened the waist tie on his robe, dropping it back off his shoulders, relishing the air on his erection, hard, ready for her. Her eyes dropped, and a smile crooked her mouth as her hand took a gentle grasp of him, squeezing, caressing. Her eyes came back to his. ""I like it.""
+""Good, since it's going to be inside you soon.""
+""Mmm, yes. Yes, please!"" She moved back into his arms, pressing against him, her nipples hard against his chest, raising her lips again for his kiss. She tasted of wine and toothpaste. He broke the kiss and bent, lifting her, hearing her startled squeak as he laid her on his bed, moving quickly to join her, kissing her again as her arms reached out for him. He slid his left arm under her neck and gathered her to him. The kiss was hotter, and without breaking it she took his hand from her hip and lifted it to her breast. He cupped the soft weight, rubbing his thumb over the hard nub of her nipple.
+Gently, she broke the kiss, her eyes all over his face. He smiled and kissed her nose, then let his lips trail over her cheek, down her neck, kissing her throat, moving down until he could take her nipple between his lips, sucking it, licking it, letting her feel his teeth. She shuddered, and he could feel the tremble deep within her. He let his hand move down, over her belly, gently rounded, but he could feel the muscle; down further, across the curly tangle at her fork, letting his finger slip down through the warmth and wetness, sliding it into her, a smile twitching his mouth as he felt her squeeze down on his finger, another soft moan coming from her.
+""Nice, Jack,"" she whispered. ""But you have something else I'd rather have there.""
+He smiled. ""Now whatever could that be?""
+""Tease. Get it in, and fuck me!""
+""Any favorite way?"" he said, amused, watching the expressions flit across her face. She opened her mouth, closed it again. ""What?"" he said. ""Come on, Helen. We're both naked, you're soaking wet, I'm hard as a rock. We're going to fuck, so how do you want me?""
+She grinned, looking about Carly's age. ""Doggy style? I always liked that, but Pete never did, not much.""
+""My pleasure, Helen. I like to watch a woman's ass, especially a nice one like yours. Even more, I love to see the way her pussy spreads for me when I penetrate my woman.""
+Helen groaned. ""Yes!"" She broke away from him for a moment, wriggling round until she was on her knees beside him, bending across to give him a quick kiss. ""Better get on your knees, Jack. Big as you are, you won't reach from there!""
+He laughed, moving to place himself behind her. He could just see the gleam of moisture in her ass cleft, but he could smell her, that rich aroma of a sexually-ready woman in heat. He shuffled forwards, his prick lightly grasped in one hand, pressing down, lining it up with her cleft, pushing forward into her, feeling her spread to let him in, warm and wet around his hardness. This time, there was a muted groan from each of them.
+He pushed in, pulled back, pushed in again, spreading her juices, easing his path until his balls were touching her. He paused for a moment, relishing the almost forgotten feel of a snug, wet pussy around his hardness.
+""God, Helen! You feel marvelous!""
+""So do you, Jack. So do you. Now, please, fuck me!""
+He began to move, pushing in, pulling back, picking up the familiar rhythm. Helen was wet, very wet, and he was moving easily - audibly - in her warmth and wetness, letting his strokes lengthen until he almost left her as he pulled back, plunging deep within her as he pushed.
+Later, neither of them could say what had actually happened, but as he pulled back, whether the mattress gave a little, or whether he pulled back just too far, his prick popped free and before he knew what had happened, the head of his prick was pushing against the rosebud of her anus, the head just inside.
+""Fuck! Sorry, Helen, guess I missed. Just a moment.""
+""No!"" she cried. ""Do it, Jack! In the ass! Fuck my ass!""
+A shock of excitement went through him. He and Jenny had done it occasionally, usually when she had her period, but he hadn't done this for almost six years. ""Are you sure, Helen?""
+Her voice was tight, tense. ""I'm sure, Jack. Do it.""
+He bent and kissed her back. ""Okay, sweetheart, brace yourself, and tell me to stop anytime you want me to."" He pushed, carefully, feeling the head of his prick pop her sphincter ring, tight around him. Helen groaned, and he paused.
+""You okay, love?""
+""Never better, Jack. Keep coming, but do it slow, because you feel fucking huge!""
+His prick was still soaking from her pussy and he pulled back a little to spread the lubrication, then forward again, gently, feeling her snug around him, hot, welcoming. He began to move, carefully, pushing a little deeper on each forward stroke until he was buried in her as far as he could reach.
+""Still okay?""
+""Fuck, yes!""
+He began to move again, pulling back, pushing forward, fucking her ass, enjoying the feel of her, the snug warmth of her around him, hearing her soft little moans as he thrust, her breathing quickening until she was almost panting. Her arm moved and he knew she'd added her own fingers to their mutual stimulation. The thought excited him; he loved to watch a woman masturbate, and Jenny had delighted in teasing him. Would Helen? Later was soon enough to find out. For now, he was fighting not to come, this first time inside a woman for far too long, but he knew he couldn't hold on much longer.
+""Helen!"" he gasped. ""I'm close, so damned close!""
+She moaned. ""Hold on just a moment, baby, just a moment, please!""
+Inspired, he reached around her and massaged her fingers into the folds of her pussy. Whether it was that, or just that she'd been so close, he didn't know, but she screamed and suddenly was shaking in her climax, the clenching of her pussy around the absent prick transmitting itself to her ass and with a hoarse cry he let his own climax take him, his hips bucking in blind reflex as he drove into her, his jizz erupting from his prick and filling her, filling her, filling her.
+Slowly, oh so slowly, they calmed, and Helen collapsed forward onto the bed, taking him with her, still connected, the two of them breathing heavily, almost in sync.
+Jack dragged in a deep breath. ""You okay, hon?""
+Helen laughed. ""You need to ask? After all the noise I made?"" Her head turned and she looked back at him over her shoulder, the smile fading from her face. ""Jack?""
+""Hmm?""
+""Can we do this again sometime?""
+""You enjoyed it?""
+""Couldn't you tell? I _loved_ it! Only ever did it once before, a long time ago. Pete wouldn't.""
+""Jenny would, but we saved it for special occasions.""
+""Tonight was special to me,"" she said softly. ""Well, can we? Do it again, I mean.""
+""Let's see. Tell me, how long were you planning to stay?""
+""This time, I'm here for two weeks. I've never been to San Francisco before.""
+This time? I guess that means she's coming back again, he mused, almost surprised at the pleasure he got from the thought. Aloud, he said, ""I guess that means we can do it at least another ten or twelve times while you're here, if you let me live.""
+Helen laughed. ""I will, I promise! Sex by yourself is lonely! Ease out, Jack, and let's shower this sweat and whatnot off, and then I'll see if I can't get you hard again for another fuck."" She laughed again. ""Maybe the conventional opening this time.""
+""Yes, ma'am,"" he said, pulling back, and out of her, her anus still open after he'd withdrawn, a trickle of semen showing.
+""Jack?""
+""Yes?""
+""While I'm here, can we sleep together?""
+A shock of pleasure went through him. ""God, yes, Helen! I'd be honored. Not to mention delighted,"" he said, grinning at her as she rolled over and sat up.
+She grinned back at him. ""Good! Now come on, let's get that shower. I like my lover to make extra sure that my tits and my pussy and my ass are super clean. After all, a girl never knows when she might want to get laid! Or how!""
+ _That's it. I hope you enjoyed my little offering. Vote, please. Go on, it's only a couple of mouse clicks! Even better, send me feedback. I **love** feedback and I don't get nearly enough of it. All I ask is honesty. And don't forget to read the other entries in the Midnight chain._"
+220,Midnight: The Break-in,Bakeboss,Chain Stories,2010-06-10,2010-06-10,2022-01-08 03:52:29,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/midnight-the-break-in,An intruder becomes an interracial partner.,"['Interracial', 'Oral']",3.5,"I awoke with a start, was that a noise from down stairs, I couldn't tell. I looked at my alarm it read exactly midnight, wait there it was again it sounded like a floorboard creaking. Then I heard a thump as if someone bumped into something, now I knew there definitely was someone in my house. This was great I had just moved into this neighborhood and one of the reasons was to get away from crime.
+My aunt had warned me that being a black man in a white neighborhood was dangerous, did this mean that someone was in my house to do me harm. I reached for the phone beside my bed but then remembered it had not been turned on yet and my cell I'd left downstairs, what an idiot. I could now hear whomever it was sneaking up the staircase and I thought again, of what my aunt had said. I searched in the dark for some kind of weapon to defend myself in vain. Now they were coming down the hall so I hid behind the door. I could feel my heart beating in my chest as the fear made my hands tremble. I saw the shaft of light coming from a small flashlight first and new the person was at my bedroom door.
+""Mr. Avery, are you there?""
+I was hearing a girl's voice and it confused me, as it didn't sound threatening at all. Then I saw that I was now standing behind a female form as she searched my bed with the beam of her torch. I could easily see that she was smaller than I was and with surprise still on my side I made my move. I launched at her and while wrapping her arms with mine I drove her onto my bed under me. She screamed as my surprise attack frightened her,
+""Please, please don't hurt me I just want to talk to you.""
+I took her flashlight from her and shined it in her face; I could tell she was just a young girl.
+""What do you want, and why are you breaking into my house in the middle of the night?
+No longer frightened of her I got up and turned on the light.
+Still on my bed, she turned over on her back and lay there, staring at me while I did the same to her. She was very pretty and very young, she had striking blue eyes, or maybe it was I just didn't see that many blue eyes in my old neighborhood. She had short blonde hair, I think it is called a pixie cut, that framed her face, and with the light sprinkling of freckles across her nose, she made me think of Tinkerbell. The girl was wearing a halter top and tiny shorts that showed off her muscular legs. As I glanced down her body, I could tell it defiantly was the body of a young girl; her little breasts disappeared as she lay on her back. She did look sexy though and I knew if I didn't get her out of my house and quick I would be in big trouble.
+""Mr. Avery, I'm sorry I just wanted to talk to you and...""
+""OK first tell me your name, then how you got in my house and then why if you just wanted to talk, didn't you come around in the morning? Oh and another thing just how old are you?""
+""My name is Brianna but everybody calls me Bree and I'm nineteen, honest, you wanna see my driver's license.""
+I said yes I did want to see her license and she produced it from her back pocket.
+""Don't look at me that way, everybody thinks I'm still a kid but I'm a woman now.""
+""You still haven't told me how you got in here or why you're here.""
+""Getting inside was easy, Mrs. Parsons always kept a key hidden by the back door so I just used it. I had to come at night because if my old man caught me talking to you he'd be pissed.""
+""You mean he doesn't like black people?""
+""Ah, I really don't know but I know he doesn't like me talking to men because he thinks I let them take advantage of me. Course, that's silly because I'm the one taking advantage.""
+""You mean you want to take advantage of me?""
+""Oh yeah big time, I ain't ever had a black man before and I'm just itching to have you.""
+Now as a person of color, I've always resented the implications of the black prowess and penis size that are sensationalized by the sexual media. The few relationships I had with white women were while I was in college and I found that most were just curious about how big my dick was more than what kind of person I was. To sum it all up, the last white woman I slept with had the audacity to tell me 'My boyfriends cock is bigger than yours' as she walked out of my room. That being said, here was this woman in a girl's body in my bedroom and any ideas I had of not having her were disappearing fast. I swear Bree must have been reading my mind for she slid off the bed to her knees in front of me and put her hands on me through my boxers. I was thinking about this girl so much I'd forgotten that I was standing in front of her dressed only in my underwear.
+Already aroused her grasp of me made me hard and she purred her contentment as I grew in her hand. She looked as if in a trance as she pulled my shorts down to take me bare in her hands. It reminded me of some primitive culture's idol worship as she held me with reverence. She kissed the very tip and that caused me to let out a slight moan. Still holding on, she put me in her mouth and then slowly swallowed me down to my pubes. She then looked up to me with pride in her eyes at the ability to take me all in. She began to fuck me with her mouth gagging each time she took me all in all the way. She stopped to catch her breath, slobber running out of her mouth. Then with a smile on her face, she began anew. I was losing control and knew I couldn't last much longer, I warned her I was about to climax. This only caused her to increase her efforts and when I came, she swallowing my sperm as if it were the elixir of the gods, she actually sighed in pleasure.
+She took me limp from her mouth and cleaned me with her tongue, then pulled my boxers up and tucked me away.
+""Thanks Mr. Avery, I wanted to do that ever since I saw you moving in yesterday""
+""Bree you're a pretty, young girl, why do you put yourself through this. You should be looking for a steady boyfriend.""
+""Gee I don't know, Mr. Avery, I just get off on giving blow-jobs, especially to older guys like you. When I saw you move in I just knew you'd be my best chance to ever try a black man.""
+""Believe me Bree there are a lot of black men who would appreciate your talents.""
+""Oh wow do you really think so?""
+This poor naive girl, she had the world on a string and didn't even know it.
+She told me she'd better get home before her dad missed her. Then she asked me if she could come over again sometime to do me again. I told her maybe but she better let me know before, so she wouldn't scare me to death. She did return that summer, quite a few times. It was always the same her giving me oral and wanting nothing in return. Sometime in September, she told me she met a man who promised to make her a star. I warned her that he was only going to use her and that she might end up making dirty movies. Instead of scaring her, my advice seemed to turn on and she went with this guy happy as a lark. Her family moved away later that year and I never saw Bree again until one day I was in a liquor store and I happened to glance over to the display of porno movies for sale. There on the cover was Bree, on her knees looking up to an unseen man; she still had that look of pride in her face. I didn't buy the video, I just couldn't, I told myself I didn't want to put money in the hands of the people who were taking advantage of her but I think I was kind of jealous. Later at home, still thinking of Bree I came to the conclusion that she was making a living by doing something that made her happy and just how many people were able to say that."
+221,Midnight: The House is Dark,TE999,Chain Stories,2007-07-04,2007-07-04,2022-01-08 03:52:30,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/midnight-the-house-is-dark,Debbie confronts her fears.,"['Darkness', 'Phobia']",4.68,"'Creeaaakkk'
+Debbie sat bolt upright in bed. _What was that? Is someone downstairs?_ _Did someone break in?_ She glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand, it was midnight; midnight, she was alone and there was someone in the house. _Vikki isn't due back until Friday. What if it's a burglar?_ _I'm sure I locked everything before… I'm scared!_
+She pulled the blankets around her bare body as a shiver ran through her. If only Vikki was here. She would be downstairs by now, flashlight in hand, her warm contralto voice proclaiming she was turning the pit bull loose and she had a gun. Debbie grinned at the image in spite of her fear. Throwing a blanket around her shoulders, she stepped cautiously onto the cool wood floor, undecided as to what to do. _Should I call 911? What if it's just the house settling? They'll think I'm just another hysterical woman…_ Debbie's heart sank as she looked at the empty cradle of the cordless phone. She had left it downstairs when she watched TV waiting for a call from Vikki, and her cell phone was downstairs in her purse on the kitchen counter.
+ _I'm trapped up here…I'm trapped…get a grip, woman…what would Vikki think of me? I must be strong, like her. Protect myself, protect our home..._ Debbie paced back and forth uncertainly, moving to open the bedroom door, backing away, pulling the blanket tightly around her. There had been break-ins and a home invasion in the redeveloping neighborhood where they lived, leaving them slightly on edge. Now trouble had come knocking and it was up to her to meet it head on. __
+Debbie opened the bedroom door slowly and peered out. Seeing no movement, she stepped back in the room. She took a robe from the closet and slipped it on, not wanting to confront a burglar naked. She hadn't heard any other noises than the squeaking floorboard, but she was determined to look around downstairs. She suddenly felt in charge, not dependent on Vikki to help her. _I need a weapon…I know…Vikki's golf clubs..._ She went into the closet and rummaged in the golf bag, removing a large club she remembered as a 'Driver', and began creeping down the dark hall towards the stairs, swinging her weapon experimentally. _Look out Mr. Burglar, here I come._
+Debbie barely stifled a shriek as she saw a shadowy figure coming up the stairs. She hefted the golf club in her hands, pulled back and swung wildly at the intruder. Her bare foot slipped on the stairs, the club missing its target and smashing into the plaster wall. Strong hands gripped her arms and a familiar voice screamed, ""It's me, babe, It's me.""
+""Vikki, is that you?"" Debbie squealed as her lover pulled her from the stairs into her arms. ""I almost killed you. What are you doing home so early? What the hell do you think you're doing frightening me like that? If this is your idea of a joke, I don't think it's very funny. You scared the shit out of me. I oughta…""
+She stopped for breath and saw the shocked look on Vikki's face. Tears welled in her eyes as her anger turned to relief. ""Oh love, it's so good to see you…I was so scared. I missed you so…"" She buried her face in Vikki's shoulder and began to cry.
+""It's okay, darling, it's okay,"" Vikki said soothingly, stroking her hair. ""I left the seminar early. I wanted to surprise you. I wanted you so much…"" Debbie's lips met hers in a passionate kiss, her tongue seeking and gaining entrance in Vikki's mouth. Debbie lay back on the stairs, pulling Vikki to her as they kissed wildly, hands caressing the bodies they had longed to hold for so many days.
+Debbie clawed at Vikki's blouse and bra as Vikki wiggled out of her skirt and panties, seeking the warmth of her partner's skin. Vikki pulled Debbie's robe open and rubbed her stiff nipples against her lover's, their tongues dueling and hips grinding together. Vikki tore her mouth away and gasped, ""Baby…our bed…I want…""
+""Nooooo,"" Debbie moaned, ""Want you now…can't wait…please…""
+Vikki growled deep in her throat, sliding down the steps between Debbie's spread legs, gripping her lover's firm ass. She fastened her mouth on the bare pussy and began to suck and tongue it greedily, purring in a frenzy of pent-up lust. Debbie clutched the railings with white-knuckled hands, thrusting against her lover's mouth, emitting little cries of pleasure as Vikki devoured her.
+""Ahhhhhh…eat me baby…yesssss…"" Debbie shrieked as her orgasm ripped through her body, her thighs closing against Vikki's head, pulling her face closer to her gushing pussy. Vikki's mouth opened wide as the warm juices squirted down her throat, gulping and swallowing the rich flow of love honey from her sweetheart as she ate her to another orgasm. Debbie collapsed on the stars with a long sigh of satisfaction as Vikki laid her head on her partner's belly, licking the last tangy juices from her lips.
+""Mmmm…so damn good…"" Debbie purred, ""I have wanted that for so long. I love you. Now get up here and sit on my face. I want to welcome you home.""
+Vikki scrambled eagerly up the stairs, kneeling on the step and lowering her dripping pussy to her companions wiggling tongue. Hips bucking, Vikki sighed in ecstasy as Debbie sucked and licked her bare pussy, hands gripping her ass, pulling her harder against her busy mouth.
+""Ooooohhh…oooohhh…mmmm…"" Vikki moaned as Debbie nibbled and sucked on her pussy lips, working two fingers into her partner's slick folds, twisting about in the velvet walls. Debbie's hot mouth found her partner's engorged clit, lashing it with her tongue as her fingers pumped in the gushing pussy. Debbie took a slippery finger and worked it into Vikki's puckered asshole, forcing a shriek from the auburn-haired woman's lips. Humping wildly on her lover's tongue and fingers, Vikki's back arched as she reached orgasm.
+""Ooohhhhh…fuck meeee…"" she howled, flooding her partner's face with waves of warm cum; filling Debbie's mouth as Vikki climaxed again, shuddered and slumped forward. Debbie embraced her as her breathing slowed.
+""Now we go to bed,"" Debbie chuckled, helping Vikki to her feet. Spooned together under the blankets, Debbie said, ""Don't you ever scare me like that again Vikki Gianella, I could have hurt you.""
+""I just wanted to surprise you, sweetie,"" Vikki replied tiredly. ""Besides, you're great fuck when you're scared. My pussy still tingles.""
+Arms and legs wrapped together, the women were soon asleep. Vikki's last thought was of the fun they would have tomorrow with the toys she had bought.
+***
+Vikki's eyes fluttered open as the rays of the morning sun filtered through the drawn blinds, bathing the room in a soft glow. It felt wonderful to have Debbie in her arms again, their legs entwined and their bodies together. Vikki looked lovingly at the face of her sleeping partner; her blonde hair tousled, lips parted and her nose whistling as she breathed. Vikki resisted the urge to wake her with a kiss, already wanting her again. _I'll make her breakfast. That will be a nice surprise._ She carefully disentangled herself from Debbie, slipped on a robe and padded barefoot down stairs. Humming to herself, she prepared a meal of poached eggs, sausage, rye toast and coffee. Placing it on a bed tray, she returned to the bedroom to find her partner sitting up in bed, rubbing her eyes.
+""Vikki, you are here,"" Debbie said delightedly, ""When I woke up alone, I thought I dreamed you'd come home last night…Ohhh, breakfast, that's so sweet.""
+Vikki set the tray before her lover, dropped her robe and slid in beside her. Chatting happily, they soon finished their meal and sat back against the headboard, sipping their coffee. ""Now what about that surprise you talked about on the phone,"" Debbie said with a grin. ""You were being so mysterious; I can only imagine what it could be.""
+""Imagine no longer,"" Vikki replied. ""It's in my suitcase."" She rose from the bed, set the bed tray on the bureau and opened her suitcase. Removing two large purple bags, she carried them back to the bed, sat down and placed them before Debbie. ""Surprise,"" she purred, ""I think you'll like these toys.""
+Debbie ""ooohed"" and ""ahhhed'"" at the assortment of vibrators and ticklers she removed from the one bag, grinning as she turned on each one and ran it along Vikki's leg, making her jump and squeal. Then she opened the other bag and removed the strap-on dildo. ""Vikki, it's wonderful…and so big,"" she gasped, stroking the phallus, feeling the bumps and ridges on its length, pulling experimentally on the harness and the shorter dildo. ""One for both of us,"" she murmured, ""Let's try it out right now.""
+Vikki was already taking the tube of lubricant from the drawer in the bedside table. After carefully coating the shafts, Vikki rose up on her knees, fastening the straps around her, sighing as the shorter dildo slid into her wet pussy. Debbie helped her buckle the straps, eyes shining with desire. ""Let's do it missionary, sweetie,"" Debbie said huskily, ""I want to look in your eyes as we fuck."" She lay back on the bed, slipped a pillow under her hips and pulled her knees to her chest, her pussy glistening and ready for her lover.
+Vikki's breath caught in her throat as Debbie opened her legs. She never tired of seeing her partner ready and willing, her eyes shining and a sly grin on her beautiful face. Moving forward on her knees, she rubbed the dildo's formed head on Debbie's stomach, then moved downward, leaving a trail of lube as she wiggled it teasingly just inside her lover's pussy lips. Debbie moaned and lifted her hips, eager to be penetrated. Moving away, Vikki continued to tickle and tease until Debbie gasped, ""If you don't fuck me this instant I'll never speak to you again.""
+Vikki grinned, leaned over Debbie on stiff arms and plunged the dildo deep in her lover's pussy, gasping as the shorter end slid further into her, the ridges rubbing her clit. ""Ohhhhh…so good,"" Debbie cried, her pussy lips closing around the thick shaft as Vikki pumped her. Lowering until their nipples brushed against each other, Vikki moved smoothly in and out, the stubby phallus working inside her. Debbie whimpered and moaned, hips rising to meet the thick phallus, wrapping her legs around Vikki's waist as they reveled in the pounding, thrusting fuck. Vikki lowered herself on top of Debbie, their breasts pressing together as she gripped her lover's shoulders, their eyes locked in a gaze of lust and adoration.
+""Mmmmm, I love fucking you,"" Vikki gasped as Debbie's lips met hers in a passionate kiss, their hips grinding as they felt their orgasms rising within them.
+""Yes, baby, yes, fuck me harder,"" Debbie screamed, her head snapping back on the pillow, spine arching as she rode the dildo, Vikki sucking and biting her blonde companions shoulder in a frenzy of desire.
+Debbie felt Vikki's body begin to shake and knew she was nearing orgasm. Hers was boiling within her and she knew they would cum together in a glorious explosion of release. ""I'm cumming, oohhh,"" she gasped in Vikki's ear. ""Cum with me, pleaseee…""
+""Unhhhhh…fuckkkk…"" Vikki squealed as her orgasm lashed her body. Her nerve endings aflame as the waves of ecstasy rolled through her. Pussy gushing, she felt Debbie's warm fluids spraying on her thighs. Rocking together, they came repeatedly, finally collapsing in a gasping, sweaty heap. Wrapped in each other's arms, Debbie nuzzled Vikki's sweat-soaked hair and whispered, ""I'm so glad you're home."" Vikki smiled tiredly and nodded. There was nothing more to say. She lifted up from Debbie, unbuckled the dildo, threw it on the bedside chair and returned to her lover's arms. Snuggling together, they drifted off to sleep.
+***
+""Shopping, eating, sleeping and fucking, what a great way to spend a day,"" Vikki said, taking Debbie's coat and hanging it in the closet with her own.
+""That's right, sweetie,"" Debbie answered, pulling off her shoes. ""That was a lovely French restaurant we found. We must have walked miles in that mall. Will you rub my feet for me?"" she said with a twinkle in her eye.
+""You are insatiable,"" Vikki laughed, kissing her partner's nose. ""Is it any wonder I love you so much.""
+""Do you love me for myself or just for my body?"" Debbie giggled, continuing the erotic byplay that they had exchanged all day.
+""Hmmmm, let me think about that one,"" Vikki replied. ""Ooohhhh, not fair, I wasn't through thinking,"" she squealed as Debbie tickled her on the ribs, pushing her against the wall.
+""Don't you love these short skirts?"" Debbie purred, pulling Vikki's skirt over her hips as she leaned against the wall. Her hand moved between the redhead's legs, ""Someone's all wet,"" she said in a singsong voice, fingers wiggling in the soaked folds. They had not worn underwear when they went shopping, teasing each other with discreet caresses in the stores and at the restaurant table.
+Vikki moaned as her lover's fingers worked in her pussy. ""You are such a tease,"" she sighed, ""I may have to teach you a lesson.""
+""I'm always ready to learn, Ms. Gianella,"" Debbie murmured, fingers sliding in Vikki's pussy.
+""First lesson, never finger the teacher,"" Vikki growled in mock anger. She lifted her smaller partner by her shoulders and legs and carried her into the parlor, Debbie struggling and laughing as Vikki set her down on the couch and pushed her skirt to her waist. ""Second lesson,"" Vikki said, ""Never tease the teacher. You may get more than you bargained for.""
+""Oh, Ms. Gianella , I like this lesson,"" Debbie whimpered, spreading her legs as Vikki's long tongue slid wetly on the inside of her thighs, then over her creaming pussy, the tip slipping between the engorged lips..
+Vikki shivered with desire as she sniffed the aroma of her lover's wet cunt. Her mouth watering, she began to lick and nibble on the labial lips, tongue wiggling in the pink folds as Debbie's ankles locked against her back. She clutched her lovers' ass, purring deep in her throat as she devoured her pussy banquet, Debbie panting and moaning as she humped Vikki's face, hands digging into the cushions.
+""Oh God, baby,"" Debbie cried, body shaking as Vikki sucked her stiff clit between her lips, plunging two fingers in her lover's sopping hole, probing against her g-spot. ""Ooooh…ooooh…yessssss…"" she shrieked as she exploded in orgasm, her pussy releasing a torrent of hot cum that Vikki swallowed greedily, her mouth clamped on her lover's gushing slit.
+Debbie surged frantically on Vikki's face as she continued to orgasm, her lover's mouth driving her to new heights of ecstasy. With a final moan, she fell back on the cushions. Vikki reluctantly removed her mouth from Debbie's pussy as she shivered and lay still. Vikki laid her head on the hard stomach, licking the tangy juices from her lips and hugging Debbie's thighs as her breathing slowed.
+""That was wonderful,"" Debbie said as Vikki lifted her head and smiled. ""Now it's time to return the favor."" She stood on wobbly legs and began removing her clothes. ""I'm going upstairs for a minute and when I come back, I want you naked.""
+""Yes ma'm,"" Vikki replied, beginning to strip as she watched her lover's ass wiggling up the stairs. Her usually submissive Debbie was suddenly taking charge, and it was exciting. Goosebumps prickled her skin as Debbie returned, carrying two of the new vibrators and the tube of lubricant.
+""On the couch, hands and knees,"" Debbie said her voice thick with lust. ""Let's see how well these toys work.""
+Vikki scrambled eagerly on the couch, thrusting her pussy and ass at her lover as she climbed behind her. Debbie rubbed lube on Vikki's asshole, pushing a finger in the puckered opening as she stroked her lover's slick pussy. They both loved anal play and Debbie couldn't wait to fill her lover's holes and give her a spine-twisting orgasm.
+Vikki sighed with pleasure and wiggled her ass at Debbie when she heard the purr of a vibrator and the finger slid from her asshole. A second later, the tip circled teasingly around the rim as Debbie licked and nipped on the firm globes of her ass. Her lover's teasing driving Vikki wild. ""Please baby, do me, please…I want it…Ohhhhhh…"" she moaned as Debbie turned the buzzing shaft on high, working it deep in her lover's puckered hole. Vikki felt faint as the vibrations spread through her body, Debbie thrusting and withdrawing the shaft as she fingered Vikki's pussy.
+""Ready for number two, Ms. Gianella?"" Debbie purred, not expecting an answer as Vikki moaned and shoved her face into the cushion. Debbie flicked the switch on the larger vibrator and tickled Vikki's pussy lips for a few seconds before slipping it in, drawing a scream of joy from her companion. Vikki writhed in ecstasy as Debbie worked the vibrators in her, her pussy gushing as her lover licked and sucked her ass cheeks.
+""Ahhhhhh, harder, harder,"" Vikki gasped as Debbie pumped in her frantically, her body shuddering as the orgasm took hold. ""Ooohhhh…yesssss…"" she howled, pussy gushing warm wetness on Debbie's wrist and hand as she came and came,
+her hips bucking wildly against the probes within her. The room spun and Vikki fell in a pleasurable faint.
+Debbie was startled when Vikki pitched forward and lay breathing heavily. Pulling the dildos from her lover, she crouched beside her, stroking her face and kissing her. Vikki's eyes remained shut and Debbie ran for the kitchen, wetting a washcloth and bathing her partners face. Vikki had fainted before when they had made love, but it still frightened Debbie when it happened. After a few minutes, Vikki groaned and opened her eyes. Debbie was wiping her face with a wet cloth, saying softly, ""You okay, babe? Wake up, please. Speak to me. You okay?""
+""I'm okay, darling', that was just so intense,"" Vikki sighed, her pussy and ass still feeling the vibrations although the dildo's were lying quietly on the coffee table. ""That was quite a workout you gave me. I should go away more often.""
+""Don't even joke about that,"" Debbie replied. ""You okay to walk?"" Vikki nodded. ""C'mon, it's almost midnight and it's time for bed,"" she continued, helping her partner to her feet.
+""Are we going to sleep this time?"" Vikki chuckled as they walked to the stairs.
+'Maybe, maybe not,"" Debbie replied. ""Ohhh, I hate that sound,"" she exclaimed as she stepped on the squeaky floorboard. ""That reminds me that I almost hurt you last night.""
+""I'll fix it, sweetie,"" Vikki replied. ""And that hole in the wall too. The least you could have done was hollered 'fore' as you swung.""
+""My golf playing burglar, I love you,"" Debbie giggled, pinching Vikki on the ass as they climbed the stairs. ""Next time you go to one of those seminars, I'm going along.""
+They strolled into the room and crawled into bed, snuggling and laughing, happy to be together…as the clock on the nightstand flashed 12:00 AM.
+\----------------------------
+My thanks to RogueLurker and geekychick_76 for their editing expertise and helpful suggestions. To my readers, your votes, comments and feedback are most welcomed."
+222,Mirror Mirror Ch. 02,LadyShianne,Chain Stories,2004-04-07,2004-04-07,2022-01-08 03:52:35,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/mirror-mirror-ch-02,Kaitlyn & Patrick.,"['Causing Gasp', 'Causing Moan', 'Hand Slipped', 'Kaitlyn', 'Legs Wrapped', 'Miss Allen', 'Opened Admit', 'Patrick', 'Ran Hands', 'Room Service']",4.56,"I still don't understand what kind of world this is that allows people to be trapped inside mirrors. I have to find a way to get released...but how? Maybe if my murderer is found, I will be unleashed from my own private hell. I still can't believe I would be murdered by my own-
+The suite door opened to admit a bellboy, carrying luggage and leading a young red haired woman into the room. ""I'm sorry about the mix-up, Miss Allen. We don't understand how it happened. This is the last room that's available this weekend. I hope you'll accept our sincerest apologies."" The young man said as he placed her suitcase on the bed.
+""Thank you. It's a beautiful suite. It'll be fine. I'm just glad something was available on such short notice."" Miss Allen handed him a tip and closed the door behind him.
+Leaning against the oak paneling, she let out a heartfelt sigh. Looking around the room, she smiled. ""Well, at least it's a gorgeous room.""
+Walking up to my hell, she looked at her reflection. Her green eyes sparkled with youth. How I remember that well. It's hard to believe we all had that look at one time. Life seems to dull that light over the years.
+""Why won't he ever notice me?"" She asked her reflection.
+Not notice you? Who in their right mind wouldn't notice you, sweetheart? I asked in my silent realm. Even though she wasn't what some would call a ""typical"" beauty, she was beautiful in her own way. I had always enjoyed those more original beauties, anyway. I could find beauty in any woman alive. They were women, of course they were beautiful. This young woman, though...
+I watched in interest as she started unbuttoning her blouse. Her generous breasts were encased in a red lace camisole, surprisingly. The woman seemed the demure type, but her undergarments told a different story. There was passion hidden away in this young woman. I wondered who was going to be lucky enough to get to unleash that passion. She placed her blouse on the back of a chair and slipped out of her A-line skirt, draping it on top of the blouse. Her legs were covered not with pantyhose but with those oh-so-sexy garters and thigh highs. With one foot on the chair, she oh so slowly unrolled each stocking..then removing the garters. Oh, to be alive again.
+Just as slowly, she sensuously removed her camisole, then put all of her clothing in her suitcase. Stretching out on the bed, she slowly ran her hands down her chest..her breasts.. lightly playing with the nipples, then pinching them. Moving lower to her slightly rounded belly..then down to her.. no..she moved on, teasing herself. Brushing her fingers lightly down her thighs, then back up her body, avoiding the bare mound that glistened with her desire.
+I cursed whoever it was that knocked on the door at that moment. The woman jerked her hands guiltily away from her body, wrapped herself in the sheet from the bed, and walked towards the door.
+The young woman hesitated with her hand on the doorknob, seeming to realize she was in dishabille. ""Just a moment."" She said as she hurried to the closet. Pulling out the robe provided by the resort, she replaced the sheet with it. The silken fabric seemed to swallow her small, yet curvaceous frame.
+Glancing in the mirror, seeming to look right into me, she murmured, ""Mirror Mirror, I want his love."" She smoothed her flaming red hair before heading to the door.
+Unlatching the door, she slowly opened it to admit a tall dark haired man dressed in a business suit and carrying a briefcase. In his other hand, he held some official looking papers, which he was perusing as he stepped into the room. ""Order some coffee, would you, Kaitlyn? It's going to be a long evening."" He said without looking at her.
+From my vantage point, being an observer, a voyeur, I guess, I could see the way she looked at him. She looked at him with a deep yearning. An unfulfilled hunger. She was in love with the man and he had no idea. The poor girl.
+The man took a seat at the table while the young woman went to the phone and called room service. I heard her also order food, probably realizing it would be a while before she got to eat again.
+""Sorry the rooms got messed up, Kaitlyn, but I'm glad they could get you into one. Even if it is the Honeymooner's Suite."" He chuckled.
+Kaitlyn smiled. ""It's all right, Mr. Jamison. It's actually a beautiful suite. I don't know how my name got off the reservations. I'm the one who booked our rooms."" Moving to the closet, she pulled out her attache case and carried it over to the table.
+Look up, I screamed to myself. Look at the beautiful woman before you! Open your eyes, man!
+Finally, oh, finally, Mr. Jamison looked up from his papers. His eyes traveled up the silk robe, over her curves, her slightly heaving breasts, up to her young beautiful face, green eyes, and long red hair that flowed down to her hips. ""Kaitlyn?"" he rasped.
+""Yes, sir?"" she replied huskily.
+""Did I um...interrupt you? You're not dressed.""
+Yes, you buffoon, I yelled inside the mirror, inside my hell, You interrupted her. She had been lying on the bed, rubbing her hands over her voluptuous body, probably thinking of you, you blind idiot!
+""No, sir. It's all right. But, maybe I should get dressed."" She moved to go do that when he caught her hand.
+""It's all right. If you're comfortable in that, it's all right with me.""
+Kaitlyn nodded shyly.
+A knock sounded at the door. ""Room Service, Miss Allen."" A voice said from the other side.
+Kaitlyn opened the door for the young man. ""Place it on the table, please.""
+Mr. Jamison tipped the young man and waited until he'd left before speaking. He smiled. ""Food, Kaitlyn?""
+Kaitlyn blushed. ""I knew if we didn't get food now, you'd let us both starve.""
+He chuckled. ""You know me so well.""
+""Well, I have been your secretary..or should I say Personal Assistant...for the past three years."" She defended herself as she poured his coffee, adding milk and sugar.
+""Has it been that long? Did you know you've stuck with me longer than any other P.A. since I started this company twenty years ago?"" he said curiously as he took the cup from her. ""And you're the only one who can fix my coffee just the way I like it.""
+Kaitlyn served him one of the sandwiches then settled in the chair to eat hers. As they ate, I saw him watching her. The look in his eyes showed a newly awakened interest in her as a woman. ""How old are you now, Kaitlyn?""
+""Twenty-one.""
+""So young. I'm forty-two."" He seemed to be gauging her reaction. Interesting, I chuckled to myself.
+""That's not old. Look at all you've accomplished in your life, Mr. Jamison. You're a wonderful man. Handsome, successful, and nice. What more could anyone want?"" Kaitlyn blushed furiously.
+Mr. Jamison smiled, his blue eyes sparkling. ""Thank you.""
+Kaitlyn stood up, leaning over the table to clean away the dishes. Her robe gaped open, her wonderful breasts showing. Mr. Jamison's eyes greedily took in the view as he groaned. Kaitlyn's eyes jerked to his, a blush staining her cheeks again, but she didn't raise up. ""Mr. Jamison..."" she whispered.
+""Patrick. Call me Patrick."" His hand reached out and cupped her face. ""God, you're beautiful, Kaitlyn."" His hand drew her closer to him until she was sitting on his lap, her robe parting to reveal her legs. ""Say my name.""
+""Patrick."" She whispered. He placed her arms around his neck and touched his mouth to hers.
+I watched, silently cheering, as the kisses grew hotter, wetter...wilder. Patrick's hands roamed all over her body, sliding the silk fabric sensuously across her body. One hand slipped into the opening to touch her breasts. Kaitlyn gasped at the contact, her back arching closer to his touch.
+Patrick stood with her in his arms and placed her upon the bed. Untying the robe, he spread it open, framing her delicious body. As he looked down at her, he slowly took off his clothes.
+Seemingly unable to stop herself, Kaitlyn ran her hands over her body, drawing a groan from Patrick and causing him to throw the rest of his clothes off. Starting with the bottom of her legs, he kissed his way up her body, pausing at the apex of her thighs to kiss, lick, and nip at her shaved mound.
+Kaitlyn's body bowed, her fingernails digging into his shoulders, her legs wrapped around him, keeping his mouth on her. ""Oh, Patrick, yes.""
+From the wall across from the four poster bed, I watched enviously as he pleasured her with his mouth. I could just imagine the taste of her juices. Patrick brought his fingers into play and kept tasting her until her body started to tense. She's about to cum, I thought excitedly. I had always loved watching a woman find pleasure. Watching that rapture come over her face. It was arguably the most beautiful thing in the world.
+Patrick got more into it as she tensed even more. ""That's it, baby. Cum for me. Let it go.""
+""Ohh..."" Kaitlyn groaned as her body shuddered with the force of her orgasm. Her breathing shallow, her breasts heaving, she pulled him up her body. ""Please...""
+""Okay, baby. You're so sexy. I love your taste. When you came against my mouth...that turned me on even more. You're so beautiful."" His mouth found her nipples, causing her to gasp.
+Kaitlyn's hand slipped between their bodies, grasping his hard cock. He slowly moved up to kiss her. ""You want that, baby?"" he asked against her mouth.
+Kaitlyn nodded, blushing.
+Patrick looked at her curiously. ""Are you okay, baby? Are you sure about this?""
+Kaitlyn nodded again. ""Yes, I'm sure. I want you. It's just that...""
+""What, honey?"" he asked as he gently brushed her hair back.
+""Well, I've never done this before.""
+""Never? At all?""
+She shook her head.
+""Oh, baby, I'm honored. I'll be gentle."" He kissed her neck, causing her to moan and arch against him.
+Spreading her legs, she wrapped them around his waist. Her fingernails scratched his back as she pulled him even closer. ""Please, Patrick...I want...""
+""I know what you want, baby."" He groaned as he rubbed his cock against her opening.
+I had the perfect view as I saw his hardness slowly slide into her. Patrick paused at the barrier. ""Okay, baby, this may hurt.""
+Kaitlyn nodded, bracing herself.
+Patrick gently but firmly embedded himself to the hilt, as Kaitlyn gasped. Pausing, he allowed her to adjust to him before slowly moving his hips, this time causing her to gasp in pleasure. ""That's it, baby. You feel so good. You're so tight.""
+Kaitlyn lifted her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, her face mirroring her pleasure.
+Patrick increased his motions, causing her to moan loudly. He nibbled on her neck making her writhe under him. ""Oh, yes, Patrick, that's it...""
+Patrick's movements increased again, knowing she was close again.
+I watched avidly as the pleasure came across her face again. Her body tensed...her neck arched...her nails scored his back...a scream came from her throat...Her orgasm caused Patrick to tense, a sheen of sweat on his body as he found his own release. ""Oh, yeah, baby.""
+After relaxing a few moments, Patrick rolled to her side and kissed her tenderly. ""That was wonderful, Kaitlyn. The best. Truly amazing.""
+Kaitlyn blushed. ""It was beautiful, Patrick.""
+""Are you all right with us starting a relationship?""
+""I'd love it."" She answered.
+In my own hell, I cheered for them. There really could be a happy ending in this world. I had thought I had found that when I was alive...I had been married...in love with my wife...totally happy until the night I was betrayed by the one person in the world I thought would never hurt me...
+Kaitlyn and Patrick had a chance and I prayed they knew how rare and special it was. I had taken it for granted. I let it slip through my fingers by ignoring the warnings...
+Now, I am in my hell...trying to find a way out...
+ _To be Continued..._"
+223,Mirror Mirror,My Erotic Tail,Chain Stories,2004-04-03,2004-06-12,2022-01-08 03:52:32,3,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/mirror-mirror-ch-01,1. The mirror. 2. Charles may have found away out. 3. The mystery unfolds in a climax.,"['Blanca', 'Knew Heard', 'Plain Clothes', 'Ran Bed', 'Reached Jacket', 'Secret Compartment', 'Spun Heels', 'Stocks Bonds', 'Study Door', 'Tom White']",4.44,"**(Chapter 01) The Mirror**
+She was sprawled out naked on the cool satin sheets. Reaching her arms outward and touching the sensual feel of the fabric. Bringing her hands back to her body and caressing her skin. Her fingers dipped into her wetness. Between her legs both hands rubbed with the satin sheet in her grasp. Pressing herself into its seductiveness.
+Rubbing herself with one hand while the other moved up to her breast and tweaked at her nipple. Brushing her body along the sheets with purring moans. Driving her fingers deep, her body jerking and quivering. Pulling the soft alluring feel of the sheets to her chest. Lightly caressing her body with sensual glides across her skin.
+Rolling slowly from side to side on the cool bed. Becoming more aroused as she fingered herself vigorously. Rubbing vibrant circular motions around her clit. She flicked her head back on the pillow and lay to one side. Ecstasy raged in her veins as her tightened muscles melted. She curled up and breathed heavily, pulling the sheets over her.
+Watching her fall into slumber. She never even knew I was here. Well once, when she first checked into the room she glanced at herself in my reflection. But she saw herself in the mirror, not me.
+I am Charles Falcon the third. Recently deceased or I should say murdered. I was in my mansion on 345 Hickory lane when the ill fate befell me. Last thing I did was look into the Mirror before my body collapsed on the floor.
+I remember thinking, ""Mirror Mirror on the wall...I don't want to die.""
+Then I was looking down upon my own corpse. I have become trapped in the Mirror in some strange way. I saw them carry my body away, the police investigated the scene. I pounded on this glass till my hand couldn't pound any more. This is the strangest thing.
+I've got to get out of this Mirror's hold on my soul. But if I escape, what will happen to me then? Or is this my hell chosen by me with my dieing words. I've got to relay who my murderer is somehow and bring them to justice.
+""The Mirror,"" was hand crafted out of Mahogany wood. The swirling design was cut out by hand with patience and time. Sanded smooth as silk, stained and polished, adorned with olive leafs and acorn tresses. My Mother purchased this Mirror from an Antiquities store in Haiti’s 30 years ago. Mother claimed this Mirror had magical powers. Rumors were it was cursed or it hung in the den of a voodoo witch priestess a long time ago. It was always a joke in the family that the Mirror offered a whole world in reverse on its other side. Or my brother and I would say, ""Mirror Mirror on the wall...Who's the most handsome of them all.""
+The Mirror was brought in just the other day to ""The Oasis."" The new addition to the master collection of antiquities at this lavish resort. In the bungalow they called, ""The Honeymoon suite.""
+The resort administrators purchased the Mirror at the estate sale of the Falcon Mansion. Might as well have been a garage sale. My Grandfather surely is rolling over in his grave for it was he who built the Falcon Empire. It is now crumbling and divided up among the greedy as well as the honorable family members. One in particular.
+The knock at the door broke the sound of silence. She pulled the sheet around her bare skin while she went to answer it.
+""Who is it?"" She yelled out while looking through the peephole.
+""Room service."" Came a deep voice from the hall. She opened the door and a tall man with a suit and tie walked in with confidence. His large frame towered the young woman.
+""Darling."" The woman said with a sensual tone. ""I knew it was you.""
+""Oh, you did?"" The man's voice was deep and sharp. He walked into the room looking around as she shut the door and locked it. Turning towards the man she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him wildly. Tight grasps and hungry lips over took them. Affectionately embracing each other as the sheet falls to the floor.
+She tugged at his jacket pulling it off him. Loosening his tie while his tongue twirled with hers. Fingering for each button while undoing his shirt. His face buried into hers with heated kisses.
+They side stepped closer to the bed, falling into each other. I got the front row seat of tonight's entertainment, behind closed doors. Frozen here in the beautiful and mesmerizing antique Mirror.
+He pulled his pant's down and leaned towards her. Feverishly he pressed into her. She opened to him spreading her legs as he began his humping strides. His lips hungrily ravished her flesh with licks and nips about her shoulders. His large frame pumped at her vigorously with rapid thrusts. Driving deeper and deeper inside her.
+Moans and pants created by their heated desires. Tightening fingers and muscles pawed at each other for closeness. Highly excited by passions embrace they drove into each other with yearning desires. The man's breath gasp as he began short pumping drives. His body tightened as she felt the warmness inside her. Slowing their stride as their bodies began to relax.
+He fell to her side on the bed. Breathing hard and panting. She curled up into him with watchful eyes. The large man lay there with his back to me.
+""So did you tell her?"" The woman asked. The man glanced at his watch.
+""My look at the time. I gotta run."" The man said while sitting up and begun fixing his tie and straightening his clothes.
+""Go? You just got here."" She spat angrily. Sitting up she brought her hands up and rested them on her hips. ""Tom White! If you’re just stringing me along to be one of your bimbos..."" The woman scorned.
+Tom White. The governor of our great state? I thought I recognized the voice, I just couldn't place it. There before me was Tom White and obviously not his wife.
+""No Sheri! Now you know my life is complex with media and ratings. I can't just divorce Lillian, I have to show just cause and I have guys working on it."" Tom said while retrieving his jacket.
+""I'm warning you Tom. You better get a divorce soon or I'm going to rate your sex drive to the media."" She said with a serious tone. Tom whipped around and took her by her facial cheeks with his fingers tightly.
+""Don't fuck with me little missy. I'll have you so deep in shit you'll think your name was manure."" He said gritting his teeth, angered. Sheri began tearing up and sniffling. Tom let go of her face and stepped back. She dropped her head and eyes with sorrow then lashed out.
+""You truly are a politician Tom White. Promise the world, but the bottom line is you screw people."" She shouted with a hateful tone.
+""Well I've got to run."" Tom said as he looked at his watch. She jumped up from the bed and wrapped her arms around his neck. Squeezing till he returned the hug. She slipped from him looking in to his eyes.
+""Look kitten...I'll see you in Reno next weekend. We'll talk about it then. I didn't have time for this but you insisted."" Tom looked at his watch again. ""I've got to run baby, I'll see you there."" Tom opened the door. Sheri was naked standing just behind the door as she leaned forward for a kiss. Tom smiled and stepped back and kissed her before leaving. She shut the door and began weeping.
+I hate it when women cry. I feel so helpless; I can't even console her. I must figure a way out of this mirror. How did it hold my soul captive? The woman curled up into a ball on the bed and cried her self to sleep. I watched every breath she took.
+She was up and gone a couple hours later. The door closed and silence fell upon the room.
+Help, Help me somebody. I'm trapped in this, ""Dad-blasted Mirror."" I need answers and a way to tell who killed me before they kill again. I must figure this out. Lets see I felt the pain in my body I turned and saw the killer. I fell at the Mirror. I remember looking in the Mirror and thinking. ""Mirror Mirror, on the wall..."" as I did when we were kids. Then my soul fell into the mirror as my body fell to floor dead.
+I have the ""Honeymoon bungalow,"" in reverse. I walk the floor of this room endlessly, pacing. Thinking, searching for a way to get out. I found a way in. But I'm not sure how I did that.
+Now I hang here, bound in a world reflective of reality. My soul is trapped in this mystical antique Mirror. My torture is the continuous gaze at this room's contours, forms and occupants. I will find a way to tell my tale and set things right. I will free my soul from the confines of this hanging prison.
+""Mirror Mirror on the Wall...How do I get out, of this all?"" Another combination of words tried.
+ _To Be Continued..._
+
+"
+224,Mirror Mirror,Joseki Ko,Chain Stories,2004-05-10,2004-06-06,2022-01-08 03:52:35,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/mirror-mirror-ch-07,1. Another trapped soul. 2. Sarahhh mixes in.,"['Door', 'Door Looked', 'Doors Open', 'Fell Asleep', 'Mirror']",4.66,"As I backed away from the mirror face and out of sight from the bed, I bumped into the wall. When I turned to glance at the wall I noticed the door to the bathroom was open. It looked like I could get through it and I gave it a shot. I was very surprised when I was actually able to make it through the door. I looked around in wonder as I realized I wasn't in a bathroom but rather a long hallway comprised of other doors. Some where open and some where not. Out of reflex I pushed my door shut. I was really surprised when my hand actually did push it shut rather than passing right through it. I reached to open it again and I was surprised as it opened smacking my fingers. I looked out the door and saw Sandra or Barb or whatever she called herself looking through the door at me.
+""Hello!"" She called ""Is anybody there?""
+It hit me then that she was looking into the bathroom to see who had shut the door. I wasn't there so she couldn't see me. I was in the mirror.
+I turned around to explore my new situation. As far as I could tell the corridor of doors ran on endlessly. For the most part one door looked like another. So I needed to mark mine somehow. Neo had said I could use this damn rod to write with. I tried it and sure enough I was able to write on the door. I wrote my name on it and that seemed to be enough. I turned my attention to the rest of the corridor. There were a few doors that were open and I decided I'd try one of those.
+I looked into the first room and saw another hotel room like mine. It was a little bigger and didn't have all the hearts and flowers my Honeymoon suite did. This was more business like. The mirror in this room was bigger and in a different corner. What caught my eye the most was the slim black haired girl facing the mirror she seemed oriental but with her clothing I really couldn't tell. The most striking thing about her was that she was on my side of the mirror.
+""Hello?' I asked wondering if she could hear me.
+She spun around with a completely astonished look on her face.
+""You can see me?""
+I grinned despite my self. ""Are you trapped in a mirror as well?""
+She nodded, still looking a little surprised.
+""How did you get into the mirror."" I was hoping her tale would provide me with a clue to getting out.
+""Well I was having a fight with my boyfriend Jason. It had gotten quite out of hand and I was crying. I was standing in front of my mirror when I saw a reflection of him swinging an iron skillet. I tried to jump into the mirror, and I succeeded. At least part of me did. I don't know what happened but the next thing I knew I was looking down at my body from the mirror. I screamed and screamed but nobody came. I saw Jason mess up my apartment and take my jewelry and my small safe. After awhile the police came and drew chalk around me and took my body away.""
+She paused while she started to cry. ""I...I think I'm dead.""
+The damn seemed to burst and the tears really started flowing. I quickly covered the distance to her and took her in my arms as sobs racked her body. Now I don't have much experience with crying women. In my old world it just wasn't something I had to deal with. So all I could really do was hold her and mutter things like it will be okay, well find a way to get out and other meaningless statements to make her feel better.
+She needed to be held as much as I did. I felt her small hands begin to caress my back. Mostly checking to see if I was solid. When she was sure I wouldn't vanish she leaned her head back. Hair covered most of her face as she looked at me with one almond eye, a question written all over her face. I nodded and slowly leaning down I kissed her.
+Her hands undid the buttons on my shirt and she began to run her hands along my skin. Her hands flowed about my chest marveling at the feel of something solid after so long. Her palms rubbing as the hair on my chest slipped through her fingers.
+She was wearing a very elegant blue dress and I reached down and slowly began to pull it over my head. She helped the process along by raising her hands and gently sliding out of the dress. She stepped back from me as the dress cleared her body and I got my first good look at her. She blushed and finished disrobing by removing her pink panty's and Bra. She was definitely oriental. I'm pretty sure she was Japanese, Golden brown skin, black hair that fell to her shoulders, and cute perky little tits that like most women her age defied gravity.
+I reached for her and pulled her lips to mine. Her hands began to fumble at my clothing, first removing my shirt and then starting to undo my pants. I slipped out of my shoes before she finished undoing the belt and letting my pants slide to the floor.
+She made a small noise in her throat and that sent me over the edge. I turned and knelt pulling her to the floor under me. I knelt one leg between hers and began to slide my mouth all over her. I left her mouth and kissed her neck, her chest and her belly. I could feel her begin to squirm under me. My hands left the carpet and slid out to imprison her hands against the floor. This wasn't going to be so much about love but about confirming our existence.
+I squirmed a little myself and positioned both of my legs inside hers. She was as ready for me as I was for her. I slipped my cock down into her warm wetness. I entered her slowly savoring each delicious moan and squirm from her. Her legs entwined around my back pulling me in deeper and deeper. Her cries became louder as I entered her fully and began to work myself into and out of her in a steady rhythm. She seemed to love being held down and when she finally came she dragged me over the threshold as well. Our voices intertwined as our bodies did the same.
+As we finished I just rolled off of her and took her in my arms. She fell asleep immediately. I felt something under my ribs. I reached down and removed my rod from under my body. Wait a minute my rod was over by my clothes. This rod must belong to her.
+Well now I had to make a choice did I leave my little girl here to find her own way out or would I make her my partner in an attempt to get out of the mirror and bring our killers to justice. I fell asleep mulling that over.
+
+"
+225,Modern Fairy Tales Ch. 02,slyc_willie,Chain Stories,2008-03-08,2008-03-08,2022-01-08 03:52:40,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/modern-fairy-tales-ch-02,Hansel & Gretel: what really happened . . . .,"['Brother Sister', 'Diner', 'Gretel', 'Hansel', 'Incest', 'Oral Sex', 'Reluctant', 'Witch']",4.45,"**Ch. 02: Hansel & Gretel**
+ _(Author's note: The tale of Hansel and Gretel is a strangely simple one. The mother, for reasons of poverty, decides to abandon her children. She tries, they come back, she tries again, and the children get captured by a witch whom they then have to kill to be free. But I've always thought that there was a little more to it than that. And thus, the following story._
+ _My thanks to Selena_Kitt for the idea and my inclusion into this effort. We have a lot of talent on board, and I hope that you will read all the stories in the chain. And so, with no more further ado . . . .)_
+***
+ _Once upon a time . . . ._
+Their mother occupied the doorway as Hansel and Gretel lay sleeping. Throughout all their eighteen years, the children had never called their matriarch anything other than 'Mother.' Not 'Mom' or 'Mommy,' always 'Mother.' Even their father referred to his wife by the matronly title. Any deviation resulted in a _stern look_. And for Hansel and Gretel, a _stern look_ meant discipline. Discipline . . . which was conducted in the basement, with switches and paddles and padded cuffs.
+So the children were always well behaved, at least around Mother. Around town, however, they were the usual rambunctious, mischievous teenagers, yet their fear of discipline from their mother meant they were inordinately crafty; never had anyone guessed that the delinquents who periodically stole from Abel Mencke's orchard, who had defaced the statue of Revolutionary War hero and first mayor Earl Kelly Stipes, who had once broken into Mrs. Heath's candy store in the middle of the night, were the twins Hansel & Gretel, widely viewed as 'angelic' by the townsfolk of Brimstone.
+ _It's time t' let 'em go,_ Mother thought crossly as she watched her children in their beds. _Eighteen years is a long enough time t' wait for freedom. Once I'm rid o' them, Lewis'll be even more docile. And without the children to pay for, that's money I can finally spend t' replace that ridiculous jalopy I drive and get a_ real _car . . . like a Cadillac._
+ _But, how t' do it? None too likely they'd leave on their own. I know them. No, I'd have t' take 'em someways far away . . . far, far away . . . ._
+***
+""Psst! Hansel!""
+Hansel murmured in his bed, frowning at the sound of his twin's voice. He buried his face in the pillow -- _Christ, when was the last time it was washed?_ \-- and pretended to still be asleep. But his sister knew him too well, and he, she. As with many twins, they enjoyed (and sometimes reviled) a nearly psychic link between them.
+""Damn it, Han!"" she hissed, keeping her voice low. She pinched her brother's ear roughly, eliciting the desired effect. But just as his eyes flashed open and he began to cry out in pain, Gretel slapped her hand over his mouth, so all that escaped was a muffled sound of irritation.
+Gretel pressed a single finger to her lips. ""Shh!""
+Hansel frowned, staring at his twin. Aside from the fact that they were of different sexes, Hansel and Gretel were truly identical. Their faces almost perfectly mirrored one another, save that Hansel's was a bit broader, and Gretel's brow was thinner. But both had the same sharp, narrow nose, short black hair, and catlike violet-hued eyes. Even their builds were similar, being athletic and lean, although Hansel stood a couple of inches taller than his slightly-older sister, and possessed broader shoulders.
+""What th' devil's gotten in ya?"" Hansel whispered after his sister took her hand away.
+Still with a finger to her lips, Gretel beckoned with her hand and rose from the floor, where she had been kneeling beside her brother's bed. She stepped to the door of the room they shared -- and had always shared since the first day they drew breath -- and peered out.
+Hansel flipped back the old worn blanket and stained, threadbare sheets, letting his feet rest quietly on the floor. Silently, following his sister's lead, he approached behind her. ""Greta?"" he asked, his voice so soft, audible only to her ear.
+She looked at him over her shoulder, needing not to say a word to indicate that he should follow. The short tee covering her torso offered no modesty to her lower body. The worn and stretched panties that hugged her slender hips tightly (there was a hole in the right cheek that revealed much too much bare flesh) might as well have been airbrushed paint. Similarly, the simple briefs Hansel wore looked almost like a man's bikini upon him.
+Gretel lead the way along the hall to the top of the stairs, where she crouched behind the railing. Wordlessly, Hansel followed suit, almost intimately framing his sister's body with his own. But such closeness was nothing new to the siblings; even as legal adults, they still slept in the same bed at times.
+Two pairs of unnaturally violet eyes watched through the scratched and scuffed wooden posts of the stair rail as Mother spoke with their father in the living room below. Their words were just barely discernible to the twins' ears.
+"". . . Y'know I'm right,"" Mother was saying, facing her husband upon the moth- eaten couch. ""They's of age, now. And they need a taste o' th' world outside this little town. It'll be good for 'em.""
+Reluctantly, the twins' father, Lewis, nodded. ""I . . . s'pose so,"" he said cagily. ""I'm just not sure I like th' idea of drivin' 'em away from town, and just . . . _leavin'_ 'em there—""
+""Lewis!"" Mother snapped. ""As always, it ain't for you t' like. This'll be good for them. I know it. I _am_ their mother, after all.""
+Timidly, Lewis nodded, casting his eyes down.
+Mother straightened, taking on her usual air of authority and arrogance. ""It's settled, then,"" she said with a smug smile. ""Tomorrow, I'll take 'em out for a drive. And when I return -- _alone_ \-- p'haps I'd be in the mood t' let ya have me for a spell.""
+Lewis's head sprang up, wearing a hopeful expression. ""Really?""
+Patronizingly, Mother patted her husband's head as she stood. ""Maybe,"" she said, then walked away, into the kitchen.
+The eyes of the siblings watched their mother as she disappeared, then focused on one another's. Nervousness swept like a current between them, coupled with fear. Without a word, they crept back to their little room.
+***
+Minutes later, the twins sat upon Hansel's bed, legs folded beneath their bodies as they faced one another. Their hands were intertwined, seeking strength and comfort that seemed now to be sorely lacking.
+""What're we gonna do?"" Gretel asked, her eyes watery as she tried to hold back tears.
+Hansel had always been the more level-headed one. ""She'd have t' take us far enough aways, t' some place we don't recognize,"" he said. ""We gonna need t' leave a trail someways.""
+Gretel frowned with a feeling of hopelessness. ""How's we gonna do that? Oh, God, Han, she's gonna take us somewhere and leave us—""
+Hansel reached out and touched his sister's face, trying to hold back his own strong anxiety. ""We'll find our way home, Greta,"" he said with as much certainty as he could muster.
+A line of tears spilled from Gretel's eyes, dripping down her cheek. ""How?"" she asked. ""And even if we make it back, what then?""
+Hansel shrugged. ""I don't know,"" he admitted. ""Least ways, we'd be home. But first, we gotta figure out the 'how.'""
+***
+The following morning, before Mother awoke, Hansel crept outside to the family car with a pail of paint taken from the garage. The paint was of a bright green color, used years before in the construction of a go-kart that had since been demolished. Hansel was glad to have kept it around; it now finally had a use.
+The family car was a behemoth of a station wagon that was nearly twice Hansel's age. Colored a motley brown with wooden side paneling, the automotive monstrosity had as many dents and scratches as a smash-up derby car, yet still it remained faithful. Even though the engine had been overhauled numerous times, rims and brakes and axles had been routinely replaced, every turn of the key was rewarded with the throaty rumble of its venerable eight-cylinder engine.
+Before getting to his task, however, Hansel stopped a moment, looking around at the small town which constituted the entirety of his known world. There were perhaps eight or nine dozen families in Brimstone, which had once been a prosperous town. But the mines had dried up decades before, shortly after the Great Depression, and the town had suffered since. Many buildings stood dilapidated and desolate, and the streets were in sorry states of disrepair.
+Like nearly every house in Brimstone, the one which Hansel and Gretel called home was a piecemeal construction of simple materials that needed constant repair. The grass was brown -- where it existed -- and the trees were skeletal and dying. It was the same all throughout town.
+ _Would it really be that bad t' leave here?_ Hansel thought. He had heard tales of the Big City, with its clean streets and modern homes. Of men and women who could afford to shower every day and wore clean clothes that had not been handed down. Of wonders like computers, and cellular phones. The world outside Brimstone, the world that began beyond the foothills, was a very different one, Hansel knew. A better one.
+ _Maybe Mother really is doing us a favor,_ he thought. _Just 'cause Brimstone's the only home we ever known don't mean it's the only home we'd ever have. Maybe it's fate. Maybe it's how it's s'posed t' be._
+Hansel's brow furrowed in thought. _But what about father? He'd be left t' damnation with Mother. Maybe he's a spineless simp, but he's still father._
+With a resigned sigh, Hansel returned to his task, crawling beneath the station wagon. The wire he had brought along served to secure the paint canister to the underside of the station wagon, just a few inches in from the twisted rear bumper. Once it was secure, Hansel stabbed the can once with a screwdriver, resulting in a small hole from which slowly leaked the viscous, brightly-colored mixture. It was thick enough that it would take hours to drain away, Hansel knew.
+He hoped those hours were enough.
+***
+""Children! Children!""
+Mother's shrill voice served to summon her son and daughter to the kitchen where she stood. She was clad in her best Sunday dress, fresh off the line. A rickety old picnic basket sat upon the table. The teens' father was nowhere around. Dutifully, apparently clueless to their mother's plan, Hansel and Gretel stopped fast and stood straight, as they always had after being called.
+Mother effected a plastic smile upon her aging features. ""We're goin' for a drive, little ones,"" she said in her best motherly voice. ""I figure it was time we all got t' treatin' each other as adults.""
+Together, the twins nodded in agreement. ""Of course, Mother,"" Gretel said. She and her brother knew that the only way their plan could succeed was if they allowed Mother's to.
+Mother beamed. ""Hansel, take the basket,"" she said, then winked. ""This'll be such a wonderful day, one none of us'll ever forget.""
+***
+Miles later, once Brimstone was left behind and the dirty roads became less and less recognizable to the twins, Hansel leaned forward from the back seat and addressed his mother. ""We goin' someplace new, Mother?"" he asked.
+Her eyes flashed to the cracked rearview mirror as the car rambled along a lonely country road. ""I reckon it's 'bout time you two got to see a little of th' world outside Brimstone,"" she said.
+""Oh, okay,"" Hansel said, feigning innocence. He sat back, glancing briefly to his sister. They did not have to speak to share their thoughts. The reality of their impending abandonment weighed heavily enough upon them, without having to compromise it with useless anger toward their mother.
+Still, while Hansel appeared unperturbed, Gretel shivered involuntarily, rubbing her bare arms as if she was cold. She stared out the window at the twisted, gnarled old trees that framed either side of the dirt road, hoping that Hansel's plan would work.
+***
+As mountains gave way to foothills, and foothills to endless plain, Hansel's heart began to sink. He did not know how long the dripping paint can would leave a trail to follow back, and the further Mother drove, the more and more anxious he became. He tried not to allow it to show, but his tensing shoulders and darting, furtive looks could not be helped.
+Watching her children in the mirror, Mother suppressed a wicked smile. _Don't fret, little ones. At the least, ya'll have some food t' keep ya goin' for a while._
+Finally, the station wagon approached a small collection of buildings. The most obvious of them was a small general store, with simple signs advertising everything from bags of ice to cold beer, tools to tire change services. There was a garage attached, as well as a pair of aging fuel pumps.
+Mother pulled the station wagon up before one of the pumps and ordered her children out of the car. ""It's been a long ride,"" she said snappishly. ""Best get yourselves cleaned up a bit.""
+Hansel and Gretel agreed wordlessly, stepping onto firm ground for the first time in hours. They had never spent so much time in a car before; they were both surprised by how stiff and uncomfortable they felt after having done nothing but sit. They twisted, turned, eliciting audible snaps and cracks from their backs and necks.
+""Is there a bathroom, Mother?"" Hansel asked.
+She answered without looking up from the gas pump nozzle she was inserting into the car. ""Inside. Ask th' man behind th' counter for th' key.""
+Hansel gave his twin a knowing look. _Mother's been here before,_ he thought. Gretel nodded in silent assent, her nervousness even more telling now. It was heightened as she noticed two middle-aged men sitting upon a long bench beside the front door of ""Avery's Market."" They wore greasy, dirty old caps upon their heads bearing faded farming machine legends, and clothing that, like those of the twins, were well-worn and faded.
+Reflexively, she gripped her brother's hand in a fierce grip. ""Don't let go, Han,"" she pleaded under her breath. She felt the eyes of the two men upon her, and was suddenly self-conscious in her tight-fitting old shorts and equally snug tee. Though her breasts were rather small, her top had long since molded itself around their shape through years of wear. Even the details of her nipples were clDaley revealed.
+""C'mon,"" urged Hansel, pulling his sister to the door. She walked beside him, mustering her confidence as they passed the two men.
+""Afternoon, young lady,"" the closest of the two men sneered, revealing stained and crooked teeth. ""Sure is turnin' out t' be a lovely day.""
+""Ain't it,"" drawled the other man, openly ogling Gretel's long, tanned legs.
+""Afternoon, sirs,"" Hansel spoke as Gretel remained silent, warily regarding the two men. That simple salutation was all Hansel said before opening the door and bringing his sister inside with him. The two men craned their necks with leering smiles, watching after Gretel's derriere.
+The store was fairly small, and just about every inch of space, it seemed, had been put to use. There was scarcely enough room between aisles packed with various foodstuffs and merchandise to navigate. Neither of the twins had ever seen such a variety in their lives, nor so much.
+""This place's got everything!"" exclaimed Gretel, eyes wide with amazement. She approached a nearby rack stocked almost to overflowing with brightly-colored packages. ""What's a . . . 'Free-toe?'""
+""Like potato chips, girlie,"" came an aged voice from the short counter to their left. ""'Cept they're made from corn. Buy two, get one free."" The old man winked, and even his eyes displayed a lecherous glow as he beheld the girl in his store.
+Gretel frowned. ""Bizarre,"" she commented.
+Hansel shook his head in bewilderment. ""Ain't never heard o' such a thing,"" he remarked, then remembered why they had come into the store. He addressed the old man behind the counter. ""Sir, have you got th' key t' th' restroom?""
+The old man pursed his lips, then reached under the counter and retrieved a cracked and battered wooden rod, about a foot long, with a key hanging off a loop at one end. ""It's in th' back,"" he said, hooking his thumb toward the rear of the store. ""And only one at a time.""
+Wordlessly, Hansel took the key and dragged Gretel toward the back, seeing a short hallway framed by various car care products on a rack and a cooler filled with different types of beer. There was a simple white door, with a sign showing the universal male/female characters. ""I'll be right back,"" Hansel said, then unlocked the door and left his sister in the hallway.
+The restroom was small and dingy, but relatively clean. He had no need to use the toilet, so Hansel simply washed his hands and face, pulled off his shirt to dab away the sweat from his forearms. He was finished within a minute, and hurriedly stepped out to let Gretel in.
+She was occupied for several minutes, and Hansel could tell she was relieving herself before cleaning off the unanticipated grime of a three-hour drive. A sheepish look adorned her face as she emerged. ""Sorry. I hadda pee.""
+Hansel could not help but chuckle. ""Come on,"" he said, directing his sister back through the store. A sense of dread rose quickly in his mind as his eyes darted through the windows, spying empty gas pumps outside. No behemoth station wagon in sight.
+""Oh, no,"" he muttered, then slapped the bathroom key on the counter before running out, hurling open the door. ""No! No! NO!""
+Gretel followed, already feeling the tight lump in her chest, like a wrench twisting her heart. Her brother was jumping up and down, looking in all directions for their mother, his face furtive and desperate. Even though he had known that abandonment was coming, the reality was abruptly depressing.
+""She left us!"" he cried, staring fearfully at Gretel, an expression of hopelessness worn upon his face. ""She really left us!""
+Gretel tried valiantly to suppress her own fear. ""W-we knew she was gonna . . . ."" _Please, Han, don't go howlin' at th' moon now._
+Hansel stopped his frantic jumping and made the supreme effort to calm himself. ""You're right, Greta,"" he said, and took a deep breath. His arms wrapped around his sister as she came to him, shuddering with her own release of emotion. Comforting her gave him strength, and strength gave him clarity.
+ _I can't go fallin' apart,_ he thought _. Like Greta said, we knew this was gonna happen. So now it's happened, and now we gotta figure out how t' get back home. I sure hope that paint trail is there . . . ._
+His eyes fell upon the picnic basket that sat upon the bench, in between the two men. They smiled lecherously upon the twins, moreso upon Gretel. Their body language and looks told Hansel they understood that they held sway over something the twins needed.
+""That's ours,"" he said once Gretel had regained her composure. Gripping hands once again, they faced the two men.
+The two men exchanged a sneering look before the one who spoke previously turned back. ""What, this thing?"" he asked, patting the basket. ""I don't see no one's name on it. That lady you rode in with just set it down here and took off. I reckon it was a gift for a couple'a lonely old men.""
+The other man nodded. ""Mighty nice of her,"" he muttered.
+""That was our mother!"" screeched Gretel impulsively. ""And that basket's for us!""
+Hansel squeezed his sister's hand, silently urging caution.
+The crooked-toothed man chuckled. ""If she was y'all's momma, why'd she just take off like that?""
+Hansel ground his teeth. ""'Cause we're poor,"" he said. ""And she don't want us 'round no more.""
+The man laughed loudly. ""Now, see, Dale, that's th' way t' do it. Kids get old 'nuff, you just take them out somewheres n' drop 'em off. Yep, that's th' way.""  
+Dale nodded, beady dark eyes focused on the narrow gap between Gretel's taut young thighs. ""Ain't it, Harlon.""
+Hansel felt backed into a corner. Whatever might happen, he understood that his and his sister's chances of survival would be greatly enhanced by the contents of the picnic basket. They needed it, plain and simple. Bravely, he took a step toward the two men, releasing his hold on Gretel's hand. ""I'm takin' that basket, sir. It belongs to me and my sister.""
+The man named Harlon arched an eyebrow in interest. ""Just how you plan on takin' it, boy? Only one'a you, and there's two of us.""
+Hansel swallowed nervously, yet stood his ground. ""That don't matter,"" he said. ""I'll do whatever it takes.""
+Harlon laughed again. ""I just bet you would, youngster,"" he said, then his eyes drifted to Gretel. ""But would _she_?""
+Hansel stiffened, understanding that, whatever the two men wanted from Gretel, it could not be good. ""It ain't 'bout her, it's 'bout you and me.""
+""Oh, I _do_ think it's 'bout her,"" Harlon said, both his face and tone menacing. ""You two want this here basket, don't'cha? Me and Dale, here, want somethin' too.""
+Hansel shook his head, growing angry. His jaw set, and fists clenched. ""Y'ain't gettin' nothin' from my sister,"" he growled.
+""Ha! The puppy's barin' it's fangs! Ain't that fierce, Dale?""
+Dale chuckled, licking his lips, eyes never leaving Gretel's lithe body. ""Ain't it.""
+Harlon stood, taking up the basket in a meaty hand. He stood an inch or two shorter than Hansel, but made up for his lack of height with a stocky frame and earth-toned muscles. ""Me and Dale are gonna head 'round back, take a look- see in this here basket,"" he declared. ""So unless that little lady wants to show us somethin' more, eh . . . _tasty_ , ya can say good-bye t' it now.""
+Hansel felt the impulse to rush the man and hopefully take the basket from him. He was certain he and Gretel could run faster than either man, and make it down the road before they could give chase. But Gretel's hand slapping around his arm made him pause. He looked to his sister with a frown.
+ _I know what they want,_ she thought, conveying her ideas to her brother _. Ya know I ain't cherry no more, so lemme get 'em all riled up, then we can grab th' basket and get outta here._
+Hansel tensed, but he could not think of a better plan. He gave a short, reluctant, nod. _All right._
+They followed the two men around the back of the store, to a little space between Avery's Market and some nameless shack that Hansel assumed was Mr. Avery's abode. There, beneath the bright sun, Harlon and Dale set the basket upon one of several milk crates that lay about, between the back door of the grocery store and a large, ancient, dented steel dumpster. The aroma of rotting garbage was powerful in the air.
+""So, you gonna show us somethin', girly?"" sniggered Harlon.
+Gretel stood impassive for a moment beside her brother, then stepped forward, curling her fingers beneath the hem of her shirt. ""I'm only showin',"" she said, then lifted her shirt, exposing the firm hemispheres of flesh that adorned her chest. Pale in comparison to her tanned arms and legs, Gretel's breasts were almost creamy white, sporting thick pink nipples atop areolas the size of dollar coins.
+Harlon's gaze clouded with lust while beside him, Dale licked his thick, chapped lips. ""Now, that's a tasty sight, all right,"" Harlon said. ""Ain't seen tits like that since your cousin came t' visit, Dale.""
+""Yep, them's nice,"" Dale agreed. ""But I can see hills near every day. Ain't too often I get a peek at a nice little valley.""
+Gretel's cheeks paled. She glanced to Hansel, who struggled to contain his anger. That single look was all it took for them to agree. _But ya best be ready, Han._
+Hansel nodded imperceptibly _. I am._
+Gretel returned her attention to the two lecherous men. ""If I show ya all'a me, then we get th' basket?"" she asked.
+Harlon nodded, his eyes narrowed and sly. ""Of course, girlie,"" he said in a patronizing tone. ""But, uh, come on closer. We wanna good, _close_ look.""
+Gretel swallowed nervously, aware of her brother behind her, even though she could not see him. The knowledge of his presence gave her the strength to commit to the moment. Her eyes falling to the ground, Gretel stepped forward until she stood just a foot before the two men, then unceremoniously unsnapped her shorts and wiggled them off her hips. Along with a pair of faded, lime- green panties, they fell to her ankles.
+""Holy Mary, Mother o' Christ,"" muttered Harlon, groping himself. ""Just look at that beaver. That there's womanly perfection.""
+Dale stared, gape-mouthed and tongue hanging out like that of a basset hound on a hot summer day. ""Ain't it.""
+Harlon's breathing was ragged as he beheld the sight of Gretel's exposed genitals, framed by soft, downy brown hair. Though Gretel, of course, had never trimmed her pubic hair, she was not bushy. The swell of her vulva were clearly visible, as well as her slender pink labia and the short barrel of her clitoral hood.
+""Turn 'round there, girlie,"" Harlon urged, finding his voice again. ""Turn 'round an' touch your toes.""
+Hesitantly, Gretel did so, facing her brother. Hansel stared with an odd mixture of morbid fascination, detached arousal, and seething anger as his sister stood all but fully nude before him. He could accept that he found her beautiful, and so brazenly exposed as she was at that moment, strangely sexy. But as she bent over, keeping her legs straight, exposing the entirety of her backside in such a lewd manner to the two men, those fleeting emotions vanished.
+A cool calmness, a sense of deliberation, took hold of him. Captivated as they were by the exposition of Gretel's sacred treasures, Harlon and Dale did not notice as Hansel stepped silently around behind them. But Gretel noticed, lifting her head just a little, and smiled. To further entrance her admirers, she reached back with her hands and pulled her cheeks apart, fully exposing the objects of her admirers' affection.
+""Look at that pink, Dale,"" Harlon commented in awe. His eyes were fixated on the lightly fur-lined lips of Gretel's sex, the puckered anus above. ""Even her brownie's pink! Ain't nothin' fresher'n that. Man, it's gonna be good to get my willy up in that sweet li'l slice o' pie . . ."" he trailed off, pushing up from his crouch, fumbling with his old jeans.
+""Ain't—"" began Dale.
+ _Bonk!_
+Just as he fished out his penis, hard at the prospect of violating the teenager before him, Harlon frowned in confusion as Dale collapsed with a groan beside him. Harlon turned, looking upon Hansel, who stood with a length of wood held in his hands.
+""Now, that just ain't right!"" complained Harlon.
+Hansel grinned, bringing back the board in preparation. ""Ain't it?"" he asked rhetorically, then swung.
+***
+The basket held sandwiches wrapped in butcher paper, fruit, and a jug of water. Enough, at least, for a day, but not much more. Still, it was something, and it gave the twins hope. They each partook of a sandwich and a single selection from the fruit; an apple for Hansel, a pear for Gretel.
+""Ain't never seen ya like that,"" Hansel said at last as they walked the lonely country road, following the occasional drop of glowing green paint that lay upon the road. For that, at least, Hansel was glad; part of his plan seemed to be working out.
+Gretel shrugged. ""Got us outta there, didn't it?"" she asked simply, chewing on a bite of her pear. ""'Sides, ain't like ya never seen me nekkid before.""
+""But that's always been different,"" Hansel said, feeling a strange tickling sensation in the pit of his stomach. The image of his twin sister's brazen nudity was a powerful one, he had to admit. He was not sure what to make of it, or how he felt about it. ""Ain't the same, now.""
+She gave a furtive glance to her brother. ""Guess it ain't,"" she agreed. ""But there ain't no goin' back. It's done, an' it worked, so . . . let's just get home.""
+Hansel nodded, pushing away the faint traces of incestuous thought that had begun growing in his mind. He looked all around, seeing nothing but desolate prairie, mountains in the distance. A powerful sense of despair rolled through him; the mountains -- wherein lay Brimstone, he knew, though he knew not where -- were so far away. More than it would take just a few days of walking to reach.
+""We're gonna need t' hitch a ride somehow,"" he said at last.
+""How?"" asked Gretel, casting her gaze about. Her voice was strongly tinted with an hysteric edge of depression. ""We ain't seen no car for over an hour now!""
+""Someone's gotta come by,"" Hansel said. Intuition struck him. ""Soon as we see a car or truck or whatever, ya stick out your thumb. Show some leg.""
+Gretel tittered. ""'Show some leg?'"" she asked.
+Hansel grinned. ""Hey, if I was drivin' 'long some old dusty road and saw a cute thing flashin' her leg, I'd sure as hell stop.""
+Gretel smiled, a funny look on her face. ""Ya think I'm cute?""
+Hansel rolled his eyes. ""Cute as a pug dog gnawing on a bone,"" he said dryly, although his statement could not hide from his twin that still-lingering feeling of arousal he had felt at seeing her naked.
+Thankfully, Gretel said nothing. But she did smile, in an impish, mischievous way.
+***
+It was late in the afternoon, and the twins were miles along the country road, yet still days from home. The mountains seemed no closer now then they had been at the beginning of their trek, and that was cause for no small amount of despair. Still, Hansel and Gretel soldiered on, for wont of any other driving force.
+Then, finally . . . .
+The rumble reached Hansel's ears first. He hesitated in his trudging walk; with Gretel a few paces ahead. The basket was heavy, scraping the side of his leg, rubbing the skin raw where it was exposed by his shorts. He had refused to let Gretel carry the basket, citing his strength relative to hers. She had rolled her eyes, but offered no rebuttal.
+The rumble made Hansel look back, and when he saw the trail of dust cast high in the wake of an oncoming vehicle, he literally dropped the basket to the ground in elation. ""A car!"" he exclaimed.
+Gretel spun about, hope lighting up her features. She grinned and began jumping up and down. ""A car!"" she echoed excitedly.
+""C'mon! Quick!"" urged Hansel, snatching up the basket and stepping off the side of the road. ""Get out there!""
+Gretel did not hesitate. She stood straight, standing along the edge of the road with her arm thrust out, thumb thrust up. She canted one of her legs out, pasted a 'come-hither' smile on her face.
+The dust trail loomed closer, revealing a beat-up old sedan before it. Hansel watched anxiously as the car neared, slowing slightly. As soon as the car passed Gretel in her provocative pose, the brake lights flashed and tires skidded along the dirt and gravel. The venerable car -- some old Ford or Chevy, Hansel figured -- stopped in the middle of the road.
+Together, Hansel and Gretel ran up to the car. Gretel reached the driver-side open window and leaned upon the door. ""Please, mister, we need a ride,"" she deplored.
+The man behind the wheel panned his gaze over Gretel's body. Sweat had molded her shirt even moreso to her body, while casting off a sweet, youthful aroma. The man was somewhat pudgy, of average looks. ""Well, uh, where ya goin'?"" he asked, warily glancing to Hansel behind her.
+""Brimstone,"" Gretel responded.
+The driver frowned. ""Ain't heard o' that town,"" he said. ""How far is it?""
+""It's up in th' mountains,"" Hansel said. He caught a glimpse of a slightly- glowing green drop of paint on the road just ahead of the sedan. ""I can tell ya how t' get there.""
+The driver rolled his eyes. ""I ain't goin' anywhere near th' mountains,"" he said. ""I gotta get t' Bixby, and that's down south, along th' highway.""
+Gretel begged with her eyes. ""Please, mister.""
+The pudgy man took a breath, ogling Gretel once more. ""I don't know,"" he said. ""That's really outta my way.""
+Gretel thought a moment, chewing her lip. She looked back to her brother briefly, exchanging thoughts. With a reluctant nod, Hansel agreed. Gretel turned back.
+""What if, uh . . . I do somethin' for ya?"" she suggested.
+The driver arched his eyebrows in interest and instant arousal. ""What'cha got in mind?""
+Gretel shrugged, glancing around casually. ""How 'bout I suck your dick?""
+The pudgy man smiled slowly. ""Get in th' car,"" he said.
+***
+Mr. James Cray, the driver of the old sedan, was a surprisingly nervous and shy man, given the agreement he and Gretel had struck. She got in through the front passenger door, taking half of the long bench seat, while Hansel crawled in the back, setting the basket beside him. James -- 'Jimmy' -- asked some typical questions, and received the typical answers from Gretel. As far as the driver was concerned, it was just he and Gretel.
+""So, um . . . ya really gonna . . . um, you know . . . ."" he said awkwardly, smiling nervously upon Gretel.
+She smiled back, sweetly. ""Ya really gonna take us t' Brimstone?"" she asked.
+Jimmy nodded enthusiastically. ""Yeah.""
+Gretel shot her brother a quick look, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, then slid closer to their ad hoc chauffeur. She settled a hand on his thigh and brushed his ear with her lips. ""Then I'm really gonna suck ya,"" she whispered.
+Jimmy shuddered. ""Oh-h-h . . . wow . . . .""
+Gretel giggled. Jimmy's skittishness was endearing; for whatever reasons, it practically encouraged her to continue. Gretel felt that she was in charge, that nothing would happen without her consent, unlike the way she had felt with Harlon and Dale behind the grocery store. Perhaps because of that feeling, Gretel was emboldened, encouraged.
+""Ain't ya ever had your dick sucked, Jimmy?"" she whispered sultrily.
+Jimmy swallowed thickly, beads of sweat appearing on his brow. ""Um . . . not like this,"" he said, then let out a nervous laugh. ""Actually, uh . . . not really much at all.""
+""Well,"" began Gretel as she worked at his jeans, a blushing smile crossing her face. ""Then ya best keep your eyes on th' road, then."" And with that, she leaned over, settling her head in the man's lap.
+Hansel tried not to think about what his sister was doing, but that was a useless venture. Between the soft moans and wet sucking, pulling sounds Gretel made, and the gasps and groans of her lucky recipient, Hansel could hardly think of anything else.
+Against his better judgment, Hansel watched between the seats as his twin bobbed up and down, the muscles of her narrow back outlined beneath her tight shirt. Her right shoulder moved, evidence of her manipulation of the cock that plunged into her mouth again and again. Now and then, Hansel heard his sister sigh, and she would pause, moving her head only slightly. Hansel could just imagine his sister licking up and down their benefactors' stiff shaft. That image brought out feelings of both arousal and jealousy.
+Still, Hansel had enough sense to keep an eye on the road, spying the glowing drops of green paint upon the dirt and gravel. It was only this fact -- the proof that they were heading in the right direction -- that allowed him to stomach the idea of watching his sister giving head.
+""Oh, God, oh God,"" moaned Jimmy, abruptly pulling off the road, the tires of his car digging into dead grass. He cut the engine and leaned back, placing both of his hands on Gretel's bouncing head. ""Do it, baby! Yeah! Yeah! I'm cummin'! Don't stop, baby!""
+Gretel stopped bobbing, her back hunched slightly, moaning as Jimmy convulsed. Hansel gritted his teeth, hateful of the man who was now ejaculating between his sister's lips, even as he wished he was in Jimmy's place. It seemed to him that the man's orgasm lasted for minutes on end, and what truly vexed him the most was Gretel's eager acceptance in keeping her mouth upon him throughout his spasms.
+With a loud, wet slurping sound, Gretel eased up, sitting upright in her seat. Her lips were slightly parted, slick and wet, a bead of pearly fluid shimmering upon them. She glanced back to her brother, undoubtedly feeling the confluence of his emotions, or at the least, guessing them. With a demure, almost shamed look, she sucked her bottom lip, wiped the corners of her mouth with her fingers.
+""Oh . . . damn, sweetheart,"" Jimmy sighed, then laughed.
+Gretel licked her lips slowly, tasting the residue of his orgasm. Her throat felt thick and dry, lined with the semen she had swallowed. ""Ya gonna take us home now, right?""
+Jimmy chuckled. ""Sure thing, honey,"" he agreed, straightening his pants and turning the key. For a brief moment, he glanced to Hansel's stony face in the rear-view mirror, and his smile faded, replaced by intimidation.
+For the rest of the drive, he said nothing more.
+***
+It was a little after nightfall when the glowing green paint trail lead Mr. James Cray's sedan to the ramshackle house which Hansel and Gretel called home. Hansel said nothing as he quickly stepped from the car, waiting upon the walkway for his sister. Gretel lingered a moment.
+""Your brother don't like me much,"" Jimmy commented.
+Gretel sighed. ""No, I don't reckon he does,"" she said, then pushed a smile to her lips. She planted a quick, somewhat sticky kiss on the man's cheek. ""Thanks for bringin' us home.""
+Jimmy smiled back. ""Maybe, um . . . ."" he began hopefully.
+Gretel frowned. ""I don't think so,"" she said curtly, then shoved open the door and stepped out.
+Hansel stood before her, the picnic basket hanging from his hand, looking down at the ground. Gretel approached, hands before her.
+""We got home,"" she said. ""That's what's important.""
+He nodded stiffly. ""Yeah.""
+Gretel's brow furrowed. ""Are ya angry at me?"" she asked. ""Or jealous?""
+Hansel's head snapped up, eyes glaring at his twin for a moment before quickly softening. ""Don't really matter, do it?"" he asked rhetorically. ""'Sides, like ya said, we're home now.""
+Gretel nodded back, and followed her brother into the house.
+***
+Mother seethed as she watched her children emerge from the stranger's car outside the windows of the family home. She had noticed the occasional drops of green paint upon the road during the drive back, and sight of the matching puddle in the driveway had made her suspicious. Now that the twins were back, she realized her suspicion had been confirmed: Hansel and Gretel had made sure to leave a trail back home.
+ _Damn those brats! I give 'em eighteen years o' my life, and they dare t' think they deserve more?_ She took a moment to quell her raging emotions, watching as her son and daughter approached up the walk. _Fine, then. They can have their homecoming. But they ain't gonna stick around for long . . . ._
+***
+""Children! So nice to see you home!""
+Hansel and Gretel stopped in the doorway of the home, staring with surprise upon their smiling mother. As if the events of the entire day had not occurred, Mother approached and hugged them both, kissing their cheeks. Behind her, keeping a distance, was their father, meek as always, yet with a relieved look on his aging face.
+""I know what you're thinkin',"" Mother said as she stepped back, a somber expression on her face. ""But ya'll two have grown up. Time t' learn about th' real world.""
+""By leavin' us stranded with'a bunch'a scary old men?"" cried Gretel, her face reddening. ""What was that s'posed t' teach us?"" She shook off her brother's hand as he settled it on her arm.
+Mother's eyes narrowed. ""Don't ya ever question me, girl,"" she menaced. ""To your room. Both o' ya!""
+Gretel began to rebuke her mother, but Hansel caught her arm again and gave her a warning look. _It ain't worth it, ya know that._
+Gretel took a calming breath and nodded reluctantly. With neither a word nor look to Mother, she marched around the woman, heading up the stairs. Hansel lingered, holding up the picnic basket, meeting his mother's gaze.  
+""Thanks for lunch,"" he said dryly, then let go of the handle, letting the basket crash to the ground. Mother let out a startled yelp, stepping back. Her hand flashed up, ready to slap her son's face, but his unflinching stance made her pause. Hansel had never stood up to her before.
+With a last look, he stepped past his mother, giving a quick glance to his father. The docile patriarch said nothing, guilt and embarrassment telling within his features. Hansel suddenly loathed the man who had given him life. _How can he just stand by and watch it all happen?_
+There was no answer to his silent question, nor did he think he would have accepted one. Both weary and angry, Hansel ascended the stairs to join his distraught sister.
+***
+Gretel had her arms wrapped around her knees, hugging her legs to her chest while she sat on the bed. The single lamp colored the room in a soft, dusky amber, which helped to make the chamber seem less dirty than it was.
+""She's gonna try t' get rid o' us again, ain't she?"" she asked in a small voice as Hansel closed the door.
+""I reckon,"" he mused, then sighed, leaning against the door. ""But, y'know, I been thinkin'.""
+Gretel lifted her head. ""'Bout?""
+Hansel's face contorted from the thoughts behind it. ""Do we really wanna stay here after all? I mean . . . Mother's always gonna be trying t' get rid o' us.""
+Distressed filled Gretel's face. ""And where we gonna go? What we gonna do? And don't ya be expectin' me t' hand out suck jobs left n' right!""
+Hansel grimaced. ""I weren't thinkin' nothin' like that,"" he said, easing onto the bed before his sister. His shoulders slumped. ""I ain't really sure what I'm thinkin.'""
+Gretel uncurled and slipped her arm around her brother's shoulder, resting her cheek against his arm. The intimate contact was comforting to them both. ""Well, I'm thinkin' we definitely gotta stay t'gether.""
+Hansel managed a smile and gripped her hand. ""Me, too.""
+***
+The aroma of ham steak and bacon wafted up through the house the following morning, rousing the twins from sleep. For a few minutes, it was as if the events of the previous day had never transpired; they rose, washed up, brushed their teeth, slowly letting the fog of sleep leave their minds. It was only as they were getting dressed that a sense of anxiety speared through them.
+Hansel froze after he had pulled up a pair of worn old jeans with holes in the knees. He stared at Gretel, topless for the moment as she held a flimsy yellow blouse. Their eyes locked; they shared the same thought: _what's Mother gonna do today?_
+A sense of resignation in the face of doom overcame them. They knew Mother was going to try something, and they had to be ready for it. That simple fact was powerful and obvious.
+""We'd best, uh, head down t' breakfast,"" Hansel finally said. His eyes lingered on the firm breasts Gretel so casually revealed. They had seen each other naked numerous times throughout their lives, yet now, even this candid exposition of nudity drew out a different reaction from Hansel. The previous day had changed a lot of things, it seemed. He was conscious of the fact that he know felt a certain level of buzzing arousal around his twin, a sensation that was new to him. Unlike Gretel, who had enjoyed a brief fling with Cooper Barnes (before he got arrested for running moonshine), Hansel remained a virgin.
+Gretel nodded, quickly donning her blouse. She could feel the difference between the way her brother used to regard her, and the way he did now. But she was not entirely sure how she felt about that change. Part of her had enjoyed the 'naughty' things she had done the day before, knowing Hansel had been there to watch.
+ _Does that I mean I like turnin' my own brother on?_ She wondered. But she pushed the thought from her head and took Hansel's hand. ""C'mon, Han,"" she said, the feel of her brother's grip making her strong. ""We only got us, y'know.""
+""No matter what, we stay t'gether,"" Hansel affirmed.
+They descended the stairs as if joined at the hip, following the wafting aromas that, despite the unease both twins felt, conjured up grumbles of hunger from their stomachs. They could hear Mother puttering about in the kitchen, accompanied by the clatter of pans and plates, flatware and glasses. The cacophony was almost intimidating.
+Hansel and Gretel stopped in the doorway of the kitchen, looking up the tiny table dressed with the old plastic red and white cover. Four plates had been set, a pitcher of orange juice set in the middle. The twins' father was already seated, turned sideways in his chair as he read that morning's edition of the _Brimstone Revealer_. He glanced up briefly at his children's arrival. His face could have been carved from one of the winnowed old trees that lay outside of town.
+""I didn't think ya two'd be long, what with what I'm cookin',"" Mother said as she saw her children. ""Well, sit yourselves down. Ya need t' have a good breakfast.""
+Hansel eyed her suspiciously. ""Another long drive today, Mother?""
+Her faint smile vanished completely. ""Sit.""
+The twins exchanged cautionary looks, then took their usual places at the table. Hansel tried to catch his father's eye, but the elder man hunched down, holding the paper close to his face. His actions were plainly suspicious. He knew what Mother planned, but of course, he was not about to share his knowledge.
+And again, Hansel thought, _how can he just let this happen? What kind o' hold does Mother have on him? Is my father really that weak-willed that he'd let his own children be taken away? Unless . . . unless he never really wanted us either . . . ._
+Hansel leaned back in his chair, feeling nothing but contempt for his father. He suddenly felt a loss of appetite.
+Mother set heavily-laden plates of ham and eggs upon the table, then sat as well. Silently -- as was the custom; no one spoke when a meal was served -- the four dug into their food. Hansel and Gretel found themselves forcing down the mouthfuls of food; it tasted good enough, but anxiety and nervousness kept them from enjoying the meal as much as they should have. Still, they knew that Mother expected them to finish every bite.
+So they did, struggling to do so, but eventually, every forkful was devoured and the plates held nothing but streaks of grease. Mother cleared away the plates and glasses, glancing to the clock on the wall.
+""You have chores to do, children,"" she said bluntly, her back turned to the twins.
+Frowning with consternation, Hansel and Gretel stood from the table. Silently, they left the room, unable to see the wicked smile that adorned their mother's face, nor the small bottle of sedatives she lightly fingered.
+***
+""I don't get it,"" Gretel said as they took their tasks. Gretel's was to do all the laundry, while Hansel had been assigned the task of trying to fix the clothes the dryer. The contraption was ancient in his eyes, easily older than he, and by at least a decade, he was sure. It very rarely worked, resulting in the family clothes being hung to dry on the line out back. When it did cooperate, it made such a racket that the entire house seemed filled with the cacophonous sound. But Mother always insisted that Hansel try to make the device operable; a clothes dryer was a status symbol in Brimstone.
+""I don't either,"" Hansel grunted as he pushed the dryer away from the wall. His pockets were laden with various old and somewhat rusty tools; many of them, he was certain, predated his entry into the world as well. ""She's actin' like nothin' ever happened.""
+""What ya think she's gonna do?"" asked Gretel, stuffing worn and dirty clothes in the washer. That machine, at the least, did function.
+Hansel sighed, removing the screws that held the rear panel of the clothes dryer in place. ""I don't know,"" he said, sharing a perturbed look with his twin. ""But I reckon she's up t' somethin.'""
+Gretel paused, wavering on her feet slightly with another armload of clothes to shove in the washer. ""Yeah . . . I guess . . . ."" Her eyes fluttered; the clothes tumbled from her arms to the floor. Reflexively, she slapped her hand to the surface of the washer, to keep from toppling over.
+""Greta!"" exclaimed, Hansel, shooting to his feet. He came around to catch Gretel just as she slumped, eyes rolling back in her head. She was like dead weight in Hansel's arms, arms hanging to the floor, legs falling slack. She muttered something that might have been words, but Gretel apparently lacked the capacity to speak.
+""Greta! Greta!"" Hansel cried, lowering himself to his knees, clutching his twin sister against him. His mind whirled with confusion and fear as to what caused her to behave this way, even as he felt a sudden inexplicable fog rolling through his own mind and sapping the strength of his limbs. The world about him grew cloudy, once-clear shapes becoming hazy.
+The last thing he saw -- or thought he saw -- was the vague image of Mother standing in the doorway, watching. Even through the haze of his vision, it seemed to Hansel that she was smiling.
+***
+Hansel had never seen a gorilla before in his life. He had never been taken to a zoo, had never seen any television program about gorillas. But he had learned of them, somewhat, in biology classes at the run-down little school which educated all the children of Brimstone. And it seemed to him, as he awoke blearily, that one of the great, furry beasts had been sitting on his head.
+Vision returned slowly, after his ears told him that he must be outside somewhere, judging from the chirping of birds, the rattle of insects high amongst tree boughs, the gentle rustle of leaves from a stiff breeze. Darts of sunlight stabbed into his eyes, making him wince and squeeze them shut. Defensively, he rolled onto his side, seeking the darkness his own shadow would provide.
+Amid grunts and groans, Hansel gathered his strength, slowly feeling energy begin to return to his limbs. He heaved breath upon cool, dry grass, feeling the blades between his fingers as he curled them. With some struggle, he opened his eyes, peering at strangely vivid green spears of foliage just inches from his face.
+""Greta . . . ."" he grunted weakly, looking about, eyes narrowed to slits against the harsh light. He found his sister laying a few feet away, demure in her sleep. She seemed peaceful, as sublime as Sleeping Beauty awaiting her prince. Laboriously, Hansel crawled to his twin, shook her shoulder. ""Greta.""
+She murmured, brow furrowing. It struck Hansel how much the way he and Gretel felt was similar to what they experienced after imbibing too much cheap whisky on their birthday. He wondered what it was Mother had placed in their breakfast; the fact that she had done so was not in question in Hansel's mind.
+Gretel moaned, beginning to come awake. Quickly, Hansel shushed her, his face close to hers. ""Open your eyes slowly, Greta,"" he whispered. ""Th' sun's really bright.""
+His twin muttered something, then clumsily slapped a hand over her eyes. ""Wh- where we at, Han?"" she asked, her voice dry and rough. She cleared her throat, gingerly blinking her eyes beneath her hand.
+Han looked around, his eyes finally adjusting. They were surrounded by trees, which afforded a loose canopy overhead through which the mid day sun penetrated. They had been set, ostensibly by their parents, within a tiny glade. There was a path that lead through the trees, but no clue as to where it would take them.
+""I don't know,"" he said, trying to hide the anxiety he felt. ""Nothin' looks right.""
+Gretel sat up, squinting her eyes and glancing around as well. ""She done it again,"" she lamented.
+Hansel nodded, anger setting his jaw. ""Yeah. She done it again. And this time, we ain't got no picnic basket.""
+***
+No tears spilled from their eyes once Hansel and Gretel regained their strength and facilities. A morose acceptance of reality filled them both as they grasped one another's hand, following the path away from the glade. It was, as far as Hansel could tell, late afternoon. There was no telling how far away from brimstone they were. They might have even been outside the county for all they knew.
+Eventually, they came to a road, but unlike any they had ever seen in Brimstone. This one was paved with grey-blue asphalt, a dashed yellow line running down the center. Hansel and Gretel stared upon the nearly alien terrain. Only once before had they seen what Mother called 'the Highway,' and that had been the one and only time the family had traveled to Culver for a funeral.
+""Oh, lordy, Han,"" lamented Gretel. ""We ain't nowhere near Brimstone, are we?""
+Hansel gave his sister's hand a reassuring squeeze. ""It don't really matter, once ya think 'bout it,"" he said grimly. ""We wouldn't know which way t' go anyways.""
+Gretel's eyes darted left and right along the road. Nothing could be seen but asphalt and trees. Her fear was palpable, yet controlled for the moment. ""Well . . . which way, then?""
+Hansel shrugged and tugged on his twin's hand. ""I guess one way's as good as another . . . .""
+***
+Not a single vehicle passed by on the road for the hour or so that the twins marched. They spoke little, not really needing to talk, knowing that nothing they could ask of the other would improve their situation. The less said, the less chance they had of losing their nerve and their drive to continue on.
+Finally, as the sun sat low, and the forests on either side of the road became dark with menacing shadows, there came a sharp bend in the road. Just beyond that turn, an oasis seemed to blossom. There was a rather sizable lot before a long, low building, with several cars and trucks parked within it. A sign at the edge of the road, mimicked upon the wall of the building beside broad glass doors, read: ""Haggie's Diner.""
+The twins practically broke into tears of elation at the sight. They hugged and grinned, finally feeling a sense of hope intrude upon their woebegone minds. Amid laughs and giggles, they ran hand-in-hand toward possible salvation.
+As they approached the doors to the establishment, the glass portals swung open before them, a tall, stocky man emerging. He paused upon seeing the teenagers who faltered and stopped short in his presence, eyes scanning briefly over the pretty, albeit dirty girl. With only a slight nod and smile, he headed toward a well-used truck, sucking on a toothpick.
+Sharing a look that bespoke caution, Hansel and Gretel stepped through the doors, inhaling the nearly intoxicating aromas of fresh-cooked food. The floor was covered in black and white tile, the booths and free-standing chairs before small square tables padded in dark, polished red vinyl. There was a classic jukebox against one wall, and Waylon Jenning's mournful drone emanated from speakers hidden within the ceiling.
+ _""Sometimes it's Heaven, sometimes it's Hell_
+ _Sometimes I don't even know_
+ _Sometimes I take it as far as I can_
+ _Sometimes I don't even go . . . .""_
+The twins stared, impressed and taken aback. Never had they seen such a place. Old Man Walton's little diner was nothing but a shack compared this magnificent edifice. The floors were clean, and more than that, they shone! The coffee machine behind the counter, the glass-doored pantry boxes upon the short counter, even the stainless steel door that lead, presumably, to the kitchen looked buffed and polished, catching stray rays of light and glittering like diamonds.
+""Wow,"" the twins spoke in unison.
+There were half a dozen patrons in the diner, most of them seated in low- backed chairs along the counter, all of whom turned to glance at the new arrivals. The diner could have easily accommodated five times as many customers, if not more. A far cry from Old Man Walton's paltry three tables and little breakfast bar.
+Hansel and Gretel endured the scrutiny of the other diners for a few moments, until the men -- there was not a woman in sight, Gretel quickly noticed -- returned to their meals or coffee. The siblings were glad their appearance was not an intrusion; they needed no more worries than which already plagued them.
+""You got any money?"" whispered Hansel under his breath, while simultaneously digging in his pockets. He found a few crumpled bills and some coins, which he produced as Gretel drew her own hands from her pockets.
+""I got five dollars,"" she said with an encouraging smile, smoothing out a wadded bill against her thigh.
+""'Bout th' same,"" muttered Hansel, looking at his tiny fortune. ""Hope it's enough.""
+Carefully, the pair approached the counter, standing between stools at the nearest end, away from the burly men who looked to be truckers, hunters, loggers or similar. Some looked, assessing Gretel casually. One man smirked, but said nothing before tilting his mug back against hair-shrouded lips.
+The stainless-steel door opened, and a tall, imposing woman emerged, walking with almost stately regality. She was both slender and strong, beautiful and imposing. Faint wrinkles were the only sign of age upon an otherwise unblemished face dominated by storm-colored eyes which, under the right circumstances, could be quite menacing. The woman wore a dark blue dress which accentuated her curves rather than hiding them. In particular, the ample and somewhat freakish size of her bosom was showcased within tight fabric, cleavage shown courtesy of a few unclasped buttons.
+She smiled upon spying the twins, curling thick red hair back behind her ear with a flip of her wrist. Nails painted to match the color of the dress glittered briefly. ""Well, afternoon there, kiddos,"" she exclaimed buoyantly, approaching the end of the counter. A cursory look over the garb of her new patrons produced a wondering laugh. ""Don't you too look like warmed-over you- know-what.""
+The twins blushed in shame, casting their eyes down. Hansel rubbed the greasy and dirty bills in his hand hopelessly. The amused chuckles of the men in the diner reverberated in his ears.
+""Hey, now, no need to be so glum,"" the woman said supportively. ""I'm Meg. I own the place. Inherited it after my mother passed on. Here, relax; find yourself something to eat.""
+The twins climbed reluctantly into a pair of stools, leaning one another as if sharing conspiratorial secrets. They flipped the menus open, holding them up while Meg busied herself with the other customers.
+""We can't afford none o' this,"" Gretel whispered worriedly after a minute.
+Hansel ground his teeth in thought. ""Yeah, but she don't know that,"" he said meaningfully.
+Gretel frowned. ""We can't do that,"" she insisted. ""That's stealin'!""
+Hansel gave his sister an intent look. ""Ya wanna eat, or don't ya?""
+A slender, blue-tipped finger appeared over the edge of Hansel's menu, pulling it down. Meg smiled upon the twins. ""You two ready to order?""
+""Um—"" began Gretel.
+""We'll take two o' th' specials,"" Hansel interrupted, speaking quickly. He sat up straight, meeting Meg's eye. ""An' load 'em up,"" he added with a crooked grin.
+Meg smiled and winked. ""Sure thing, young man,"" she said, and turned with the barest swish of her skirt.
+Gretel slapped her hand to her brother's arm and hissed. ""What're ya doin'? We can't even afford one o' them plates!""
+Hansel shot her a look. ""No, but I bet we can run faster'n she can,"" he said meaningfully.
+Gretel sighed, hanging her head. Despite her misgivings, however, hunger gnawed at her like a scraggly old hunting dog on an old bone. The die had already been cast, she figured. _Might as well just go 'long with it . . . ._
+***
+The food was delicious. Two thick sausage links served with sauerkraut, toast, warm potato salad and fresh-baked bread, with large cups of lentil and bean soup to start with. The twins ate voraciously, both due to hunger and because they understood this would be the last meal of the day and possibly the last for a while. Not a single crumb was left upon either plate by the time Hansel and Gretel were finished. They washed down the last bites with dark, bitter tea.  
+Meg appeared to clear away the plates with a chuckle. ""You two have quite the appetite,"" she commented. ""Don't tell me you've run away from home.""
+The twins exchanged quick glances, conveying volumes in the space of a heartbeat. Finally, Hansel looked back to the attractively mature woman. ""More like, home ran 'way from us,"" he said sourly.
+Meg's smile faded a moment, then returned. ""Well, I'll tell you what,"" she said, leaning slightly, affording the young man before her a more than ample view of her considerable cleavage. ""In the spirit of humanitarianism, dessert's on me."" She pushed away abruptly, reaching for one of the pantry cases a few paces away.
+""Why'd ya tell 'er that?"" asked Gretel in a harsh whisper, glaring at her brother. ""An' stop starin' at her butt like that!""
+Hansel blinked, tearing his glimpse away. ""I wasn't starin'!""
+""You were so!""
+""Here you are, little ones,"" Meg chirped, setting two pieces of pecan pie before the twins, along with fresh forks. ""Eat up. You'll need your stamina, I'm sure.""
+Hansel smiled back, thinking what a sexy implication Meg's words had carried. Mindful of his sister, however, he forced himself to look down, digging into the slice of pie before him even as he imagined savoring a different kind of 'pie' altogether.
+""You're disgusting,"" whispered Gretel disapprovingly. ""She's as old as Mother!""
+Hansel frowned, chewing a piece of pie. He cast an annoyed glance to his twin. _Ya just had t' say that, didn't ya?_
+As the twins ate in silence, the door opened with a ringing chime. A broad- shouldered man, somewhat thick in the middle yet impressively built, stepped through the door, clad in a sheriff's uniform. His sneering look fell immediately upon Meg, catching her just as she was bending over at the waist to retrieve a packet of fresh grounds for the coffee machine.
+""Evening, honey-cheeks,"" he called out.
+Meg straightened and turned with a frown, regarding the man who now approached her counter. ""Is it already that time of the month?"" she asked wearily.
+The marshal grinned, sliding onto a stool. ""Time flies, hey, honey?""
+Meg rolled her eyes. ""Well, as it happens, Fred, it's that time of the month for me, too,"" she quipped. "" _If_ you know what I mean.""
+Fred chuckled. ""Don't bother me none,"" he returned with a lewd wink. ""I earned my red wings a long, long time ago.""
+The proud woman huffed. ""I still have customers,"" she said, nodding toward the twins. All but a lone trucker, settled in a booth with the day's paper, had left for the evening.
+Fred pursed his lips smugly, drumming thick fingers upon the counter. ""Then I guess I'll have some coffee while I wait.""
+A perturbed sigh rolled off Meg's lips. Without another word, she turned, took up a coffee cup, and poured Fred's coffee. She brushed away after leaving the man to his beverage, and approached the twins. The sweet smile that decorated her dark pink lips was forced.
+""Looks like I'm closing early tonight,"" she said. ""How are you two paying?""
+The twins swallowed their last bites of pie with matching, nervous gulps, staring at Meg. The matron breathed out, shoulders falling as she understood.
+""I should have known,"" she said, then smiled slyly, eyes narrowing. ""Well, as it happens, I could use a little help cleaning up the place.""
+Hansel and Gretel regarded one another questioningly, considering the restaurant owner's offer.
+Meg leaned close to the twins, again showing cleavage which captivated Hansel, and spoke in a low, foreboding tone. ""You don't really want to run on a check when the sheriff is here, do you? That wouldn't be very smart. Besides . . . you'd be helping me out. I'll let you two stay the night, and . . . give you some breakfast in the morning. How's that?""
+The twins exchanged a quick look. ""Ya got a deal,"" said Gretel.
+Meg smiled sweetly, straightening. ""Then why don't you two come around the back?""
+With nods and the slightest of smiles, Hansel and Gretel slipped from their seats and walked along the lustrous counter toward the stainless steel door. The sheriff watched, following Gretel's delectable form with his eyes.
+""Taking in more strays, Meg?""
+Meg shot him a look before pushing the door open for her new charges. ""You just stay where you are, Fred. We'll conduct 'business' in a minute."" She raised her voice addressing the trucker who sat in the booth. ""Hey! Loomis! Closing time!""
+***
+The kitchen was spacious, larger than any either of the twins had ever seen. It looked to them like an assembly line for food, with stainless still prep tables and glass-front coolers stocked with all manner of foodstuffs. The most dominating feature was an enormous baking oven, a heavy, slitted grill giving glimpses of the roaring fire within. Hansel and Gretel had never seen so immense an oven in their life. It was as large as Mother's station wagon, they figured.
+""Follow me, kids,"" Meg said cheerily, striding purposefully around the equipment, toward a door in the back. She pushed it open, flicking on a light, revealing a row of empty metal cages on one side of the room, and metal shelving crammed with various dried goods. Timidly, the twins entered the room, whereupon Meg swiftly closed the door, twisting a key in the lock.
+The convivial smile was gone, replaced in an instant with a feral countenance. ""You little thieves!"" screeched the woman, her once beautiful face abruptly transformed into one of hideous ugliness. Teeth as jagged as an old wolf's were bared as blood-red lips parted, stretching skin that looked like sun- baked leather. Eyes like embers burned in their sockets.
+Hansel and Gretel yelped in fear, stumbling back, away from the twisted crone Meg had suddenly become. They grunted in unison when their backs fell hard against the metal cages.
+""You thought you could come into _my_ house, eat _my_ food, and not pay for it?"" roared the witch. Her hands --beautifully manicured before but now as threatening as talons -- shot out to wrap around the twins' throats. She jerked Hansel and Gretel close, breathing acridly upon their faces. ""You thought wrong, little ones. You will most certainly pay.""
+With a quick nod of the witch's head, one of the cages inexplicably sprang open with a screech of hinges and a clamoring of metal. Strength unlike anything a human being could possess hurled Hansel inside, where he fell with a cry of pain. The cage slammed closed, sealing him within.
+""What'ya gonna do t' him?"" cried Gretel, struggling vainly against Meg's grip.
+""You worry about yourself, girl,"" snapped Meg, glaring upon the older of the two. The nostrils of her beakish nose flared slightly as she sniffed. ""No sweet smell of purity on you. That's good. But your brother . . . ."" she trailed off, dragging Gretel beside he and approaching the cage in which Hansel now stood, gripping the bars.
+The witch inhaled deeply, an evil grin stretching her lips. ""Yes. A virgin male. Perfect.""
+Hansel trembled, though he struggled to hide his fear. His eyes found his sister's. _Try t' be strong, Greta._
+Gretel whimpered, still attempting to pull the witch's claw from her throat. _I'll try . . . ._
+""Now, you just sit tight, my sweet boy,"" Meg cooed menacingly. ""I have a little project for your sister.""
+Hansel's fear and anger flared as Meg dragged a squirming Gretel to the door. ""Ya leave m' sister 'lone!"" he cried. ""Don't'ya hurt m' sister!""
+The witch responded with a chilling cackle, opening the door and spiriting Gretel away. The door slammed shut swiftly, as if shoved from behind.
+""Greta! GRETA!""
+***
+The witch's grip shifted from Gretel's neck to the girl's arm as Meg pulled the girl toward another door. Gretel cried out for help several times, screaming at the top of her lungs in the hope that Sheriff Fred would hear her. The witch slapped Gretel hard across the face, sending her sprawling into what appeared to be a bathroom.
+""Don't waste your breath, you little backwoods bitch,"" she growled. ""I've magicked this entire building so that no sound escapes from one room to the next. Now, get those dirty clothes off!""
+Gretel sat up on the floor, touching her split lip and glaring in terror at the witch. ""Wh-what?""
+""Strip, girl!"" commanded Meg, hulking like an ogre in the doorway. ""I want every stitch of clothing off that skinny little body! Do it!""
+Amid trembling whimpers and fumbling fingers, Gretel scrambled to her feet, hastily removing her shirt and shorts and everything else she wore before Meg's impatient gaze. Shamefully, she stood nude before her captor, self- consciously covering her privates.
+""Put your hands at your sides, girl,"" ordered the witch, approaching the quivering girl. ""I need to get a good look at you.""
+Eyes squeezed shut, Gretel did as she was told, wincing and flinching when she felt the dry, bark-like hands of the witch touching her breasts, her thighs, even the plump mound of lightly-furred flesh above her sex. Gretel caught her breath when she felt a twig-like finger slide against her labia, pushing in slightly.
+""Not exactly his type,"" commented Meg, sniffing her finger. ""But you're fresh and young. He should be happy with you.""
+Gretel opened her eyes fearfully. ""Wh-wh-what ya talkin' 'bout?""
+The witch sneered. ""Tell me, girl, are you willing to do whatever it takes to keep you and your brother safe from harm?""
+Gretel rubbed her shoulders, not knowing what the witch was getting at, but knowing whatever it was, she wasn't going to like it. ""M-maybe . . . .""
+Meg cackled. ""Sure you will,"" she said patronizingly. ""You'll do whatever I tell you, girl, because if you don't, then your brother starts to lose weight one finger at a time.""
+Gretel gasped, eyes wide and shimmering in terror. ""No! Please! Don't hurt Han!""
+""Then you do what I say."" Meg indicated the sink and the small, stand-up shower behind Gretel. ""Now, get yourself cleaned up. You may be young and fresh, but you stink like a barnyard dog. Fred may be pig, but I'm sure he draws the line somewhere.""
+Gretel blinked in surprise. _What? Does she mean I'm gonna have'ta screw that sheriff?_
+The witch chuckled darkly. ""Oh, don't try to play innocent. At least one little badger's played around in your cave. And it could be worse. He could be ugly.""
+""B-but . . . why?"" Gretel asked.
+Meg sighed, hands on her hips. ""Because, when he first became sheriff, some ten years ago, he decided he had to do safety inspections of all the businesses in the county. Well, I don't like people snooping around back here, so . . . I made him a deal. And he's been taking advantage of that deal every month since.""
+""S-so . . . if ya been makin' it with him for ten years . . . .""
+Meg sneered, gesturing casually. The clothes upon the floor flew into her hand, startling Gretel. ""Maybe I just don't feel like it. Besides . . . It'll be interesting to see what he does with a young kitty like you. Now, get yourself cleaned up.""
+The door closed, leaving a bewildered and intimidated Gretel to the task of freshening up. She had to be honest with herself; she was grateful for the opportunity to wash off the sweat and dirt that clung to her skin like oil. Despite the reason for which Meg wanted her clean, Gretel was grateful.
+The shower helped immensely to calm her anxiety. The reality of hers and her brother's confinement sunk in to the point where Gretel began thinking of ways to both placate the witch and find a way to escape. Gretel did not doubt that the witch would do all manner of unspeakable things to Hansel if Gretel did not obey. Gretel decided, as she brushed out her hair and stared at her reflection, that until the witch's plans were known, she would do whatever Meg demanded of her.
+ _Includin' boffin' Fred th' sheriff_ , she thought heavily. Gretel took a deep breath, looking into her own eyes. _Well, if I gotta do it, I might as well make th' most o' it . . . ._
+Skittishly, Gretel opened the bathroom door, peering out. Although she was naked, the lack of Meg's presence gave the girl a moment's hope of running to Hansel's prison and somehow finding a way out through the back of the restaurant. Naked and free was better than naked and trapped, after all.
+""Why, don't you clean up well.""
+Gretel gasped at the sound of Meg's 'sweet' voice, and turned to see the woman as she had appeared when the twins first entered the diner; pretty, busty, her blue dress straining at the buttons, long, perfectly coifed red hair trailing behind a friendly, motherly face.
+""Well, come on, you don't want to keep the man waiting,"" Meg urged the girl.
+Gretel's heart hammered, yet she maintained her poise, walking upright and with as much confidence as she could muster. _Maybe he'll be quick, like Cooper always was,_ she thought hopefully. _Just so long as he don't wanna stick it in th' back door, I'll be okay . . . ._
+Meg held the stainless steel door open for Gretel, who hesitated in the doorway. Even though everyone else in the diner was gone, all the lights were still up, and the world outside was dark. Anyone driving by would be able to see easily inside the place. And here Gretel was, naked as the truth during Sunday mass, about to let a perfect stranger ravage her.
+""Go on,"" cooed Meg, her voice so sugary it was nearly sickening. The witch's lips practically brushed Gretel's. ""Go on and give that man a good . . . hard . . . _fucking_.""
+Gretel's cheeks burned with embarrassment. She had only ever known two men in her life -- Cooper Barnes, her first love, and the town mechanic, Ethan (though no one knew about that, and it had only happened twice) -- and was not all that sure of herself when it came to sex. Certainly, she had never 'fucked' a man before! And in such a public place, with all the lights on, no less!
+Carried on quivering legs, Gretel stepped into the diner, staring at Sheriff Fred as he sat at the counter, sipping his coffee. He was a big, muscular brute of a man, yet with a hometown boy's friendly and handsome face. Gretel was glad for that, at least. Her immediate impression was that the sheriff was, essentially, a nice man _. Maybe this won't be so bad after all,_ Gretel thought.
+Catching movement from the corner of his eye, Fred turned his head to look, immediately arching a brow in surprise and wonder. The naked girl approached him, stopping a good five or six paces away. Behind her stood Meg, hands held together over her apron.
+""So this's what you meant by 'a pleasant surprise?'"" Fred asked of the older woman, before his eyes returned to Gretel's slender, youthful body. He gazed with undisguised interest upon the young woman's firm, upturned breasts, her slender legs and small patch of dark pubic hair.
+""I thought you might like to try a different dish,"" Meg said with a wink. ""Go on, Greta. Make nice with the man.""
+Gretel took a deep breath, nervousness churning in her stomach like an opossum running chaotically around inside her. She reminded herself of why she was doing this: _'Cause if I don't, that witch is gonna hurt my Hansel. I can't let that happen. 'Sides, like she said, ain't like I never done it before . . . ._
+Fred turned fully in his chair, smiling smugly upon Gretel as she slowly ambled closer. ""Yeah, c'mere, girl. I won't hurt you.""
+Gingerly, Gretel sidled up to the man, eyes downcast. Her hip brushed the inside of Fred's right leg. She could see the growing bulge beneath his khakis, and that made her both frightened and curious. Fred was a large man, all around; she wondered if that meant _everything_ about him was big.
+Still, she flinched when the sheriff cupped her breasts in his meaty hands. He squeezed them, a bit roughly, pinched and pulled her nipples. Gretel hissed through her teeth, feeling both a jolt of pain as well as a sense of heat that shot throughout her body, gathering low in her abdomen like the coals of a fire that had just been ignited.
+""Oh, you're gonna be sweet, little girl,"" Fred moaned softly. He rudely pushed his fingers between Gretel's legs, cupping her intimate flesh. ""That's a real prime pussy you got there. You're not a virgin, are you?""
+Gretel began to answer, but as her lips parted, she gasped loudly, eyes flashing open wide from the feel of a thick, rough finger pushing past her slightly damp lips, into the tunnel beyond. Fred dug deep with that singular digit, pressing his palm against the young woman's pubic mound.
+""Nope, not a virgin,"" Fred said with a chuckle. ""Still pretty tight, though. That's good.""
+Gretel was sure her face was glowing beet red by that point. The finger squirming inside her, however, felt somewhat pleasant, in an unanticipated way. She could feel herself moistening around the sheriff's finger. Her breasts were beginning to throb, as if trying to grow, her nipples puckering stiffly and growing darker with each passing moment. Regardless of the scenario, she was becoming aroused.
+Abruptly, Fred withdrew his questing finger from Gretel's sex, and tasted the glistening essence as he smiled upon her. ""You're a shy one, aren't you?""
+Gretel swallowed dryly, nodding, still keeping her head down. ""Yes, sir.""
+""I got a feeling that's about to change,"" the sheriff commented, shifting on the stool and pulling down his zipper. Gretel's anxiety returned as she listened to the tiny metal teeth pop loose. Fred's hand dug inside, searching, manipulating. Finally, the dark, shiny head of an erect penis was revealed to her, riding a pale, somewhat thick shaft.
+""What do you think about that?"" the sheriff asked with a rakish grin. He held his stiff cock with the fingers of one hand, while the other settled upon Gretel's shoulder.
+""Um . . . it's okay,"" she responded.
+""'Okay,' little girl?"" Fred echoed. His voice held an edge as he continued. ""It's a lot more than 'okay.' Now, why don't you be a good little white trash whore and get to know it better. And I better not feel any teeth.""
+The sheriff's hard words made Gretel whimper in fear that she had done something wrong. Eager to placate him, if only to stave off any chance of further rudeness, she settled to her knees between Fred's spread legs. The manly aroma of the sheriff's crotch was strong, touched with the sweet odor of sweat. Experimentally, Gretel slid her hands up Fred's legs to his cock, wrapping her fingers around the shaft. She leaned in to lick, then kiss the tip.
+""Put it in your mouth, girl,"" Fred ordered, his voice like gravel. ""Suck it. Suck my cock.""
+Gretel paused only briefly, then took a breath and submerged the stiff tube of flesh in her mouth. She drew the flavor out of him, sucking intently, not moving her head at all. The sheriff's cock was thick enough to make her lips stretch, but no longer than any she had tasted before. She was able to engulf more than half his stiffness with ease.
+""Oh, that's it, baby . . . suck it good, you little slut. Get me ready for that tight little cunt of yours . . . .""
+Gretel frowned at the sheriff's words, yet dutifully massaged his cock with her mouth, sliding up and down. She didn't like how he was referring to her as a 'whore' and a 'slut,' how he called her private place a 'cunt.' Those were rude words. Gretel decided she did not like the sheriff very much.
+Yet still she serviced him, whimpering now and then as the penis throbbed in her mouth, gliding between her slick lips. Fred had his hands on the girl's head, guiding it up and down. He liked watching the sight of his cock disappearing into the teenager's mouth. Crude words dribbled from his mouth like the drool that dripped down Gretel's chin. With each use of _whore, slut, bitch,_ and _cunt,_ Gretel felt more and more debased, more and more defiled.
+The sheriff finally stiffened, his cock like marble in Gretel's mouth. She knew what that meant, and prepared herself for the hot outpouring that signaled the man's orgasm. She was glad for his impending release, not because she wanted to bring this rude man pleasure, but because she hoped it meant an end to her abuse.  
+But the sheriff didn't ejaculate. Instead, he pulled Gretel's mouth off his penis, leaving strands of saliva that trailed from his cock to her flushed lips. Gretel gasped, and for the first time, looked up to the man she serviced.
+""That was a nice appetizer, girl,"" growled Fred, pushing up from his stool and roughly turning Gretel around. He shoved her against one of the tables in the dining room, bending her over. ""Time for the main course.""
+Gretel whimpered, clawing the surface of the table, feeling the sheriff's cock nudging its way between her lips. Her arousal had vanished, leaving her dry, but her saliva upon Fred's cock allowed him to push inside her. She cried out in pain, feeling her labia pinched and turned inward with the intrusion. But her exclamation was more from the debasement she felt, being taken the way she was, and by a man who saw her as nothing more than a tool to be used.
+""Fuck, you're tight, girl! God damn! Oh, this is gonna be a good fuck!""
+Gretel grunted, or moaned, or mewled with each hard thrust the sheriff made within her, not one of her emissions the result of pleasure. Her face contorted with humiliation, made worse when she saw Meg standing by the stainless steel door, arms folded, a smug smile on her face as she watched.
+Again and again the sheriff drove inside the girl, gripping her hips, groping around for her pert breasts. Gretel gritted her teeth when he pinched her nipples again, silently cursing her own body as jolts of pleasure raced down to her clitoris. But that tiny thrill could not overcome her sense of degradation.
+Finally, thick, meaty hands squeezing her hips, the sheriff plunged deep inside the girl, shaking. ""Oh, fuck! Here it comes, girl! Here it comes!""
+ _God, no, please, no, God . . ._ Gretel squeezed her eyes shut, suffering the spasms of the man against her, the hot rush that spread through her womb as the sheriff's seed poured within. Fred moaned and sighed with his release, jabbing a few times, giving in to the rippling of Gretel's vaginal muscles around his spurting shaft.
+""Oh . . . man . . . fuck, that's nice . . . so nice . . . .""
+The sheriff's enjoyment of the moment only worsened it for Gretel. She lowered her head to the table, sobbing quietly, waiting for the man to be done with her and leave.
+Beside the door to the kitchen, Meg smirked, eyes smoldering as she beheld the scene.
+***
+Hansel sat morose within his cage, gaze darting back and forth between the cell floor and the door to the room. Gretel had been gone for almost an hour, he figured. He wondered what atrocities, what pain, the witch was inflicting upon his sister. That he was helpless to prevent any of it sapped at his soul.
+He had spent the first several minutes looking for any possible way out of the cage. But there was no lock that he could find, and the bars were too narrow for him to slip through. The floor and back of the cage were covered with relatively soft pressboard. He could not even make a weapon from it.
+Melancholy and despair had set in, leaving Hansel numb. The fact that he could not hear anything that occurred outside the room in which his cell sat was both comforting and disturbing. Yet still, he felt flashes of intense emotion now and then, feelings of abasement and mortification. Gretel's pain, he knew, though he knew not what was happening to her.
+When the door opened, Hansel shot to his feet, gripping the bars once more. Meg the witch shoved Gretel before her, sending Hansel's sister sprawling upon the floor. Hansel gritted his teeth in anger at the sight of his naked, angry sister. ""What'd ya do t' her!"" he shouted.
+Meg smiled haughtily, gesturing. The other cage sprang open with a metallic clatter. ""I'll let your sister tell you about it,"" she said, stooping to grab a handful of Gretel's short, thick hair. The girl struggled fiercely, clawing at the witch's hand before being thrown into the cage. The door slammed down loudly, making all the cages rattle.
+""Gretel?"" asked Hansel, looking with concern upon his twin.
+But she ignored him for the moment, clamoring to her feet to grasp and shake the bars of her cage. ""Ya evil fuckin' bitch! I'm gonna kill ya!"" she shrieked.
+Meg only laughed, stepping from the room. The door swept closed behind her. Gretel shook the bars of her cage, screaming incoherently for a moment or so, then shoved herself back, falling to the floor of her cage.
+Hansel was quiet for several beats of his anxious heart, watching Gretel as she curled her legs up and hugged them. She glared out at nothing in particular, chin rest upon her reddened knees, rocking back and forth.
+""What happened?"" Hansel asked at last.
+Gretel's temples bulged as she ground her teeth. ""Nothin'.""
+Hansel sighed. ""Ya can't tell me that,"" he said. ""I can tell when ya—""
+""I said, _nothin'_!"" yelled Gretel, her violet eyes vivid with misdirected anger. She resumed her rocking.
+Hansel slumped, sitting down in his cage, reaching through the bars for his sister. ""We're gonna get outta here,"" he said.
+Gretel rocked in silence, eyes darting to her twin's hand. Finally, her eyes grew moist, then began dripping anew. She grabbed Hansel's hand and pulled herself as close to him as the cage walls would allow. The tears poured freely, drenching her cheeks, dripping down to her body.
+""One way or 'nother, we gonna get outta here,"" Hansel vowed, slipping his arm around his sister's shoulders, beneath her chin. Gretel clutched at him tightly, sobbing.
+""We better,"" she whispered between blubbery sniffles. ""We better . . . .""
+***
+The sound of the door opening roused the twins from sleep. Following more tears, Gretel had shared with her brother what had happened with the sheriff. Hansel's first reaction had been rage, but he forced himself to be calm for his sister's sake. They had spoken throughout most of the night, about everything from their current predicament to life back in Brimstone. Eventually, fatigue had claimed them, and they fell asleep in their cages, curled up upon their sides and facing on another through the bars that separated them.
+Meg -- in her 'pretty' guise -- carried a laden tray into the room, setting it down before the cages. Hansel and Gretel warily sat up, turning to face their captor.
+""When ya gonna let us go?"" Hansel asked the witch.
+Meg smiled radiantly, settling into a lotus position on the floor. ""Once I get what I want,"" she said, meeting Hansel's gaze meaningfully.
+Gretel frowned as Hansel looked away. ""What ya want with him? He ain't done nothin'!""
+Meg showed teeth as she grinned. ""And that's exactly why I want him,"" she said.
+Gretel frowned. ""That don't make no sense.""
+""No, I suppose it doesn't, to simpletons like you. But then, you don't know anything about witches,"" Meg said. ""You see, witches can live for a very long time. But to do so, we have to complete certain rituals and potions. Some are very complicated.""
+""So what's that have'ta do with me?"" asked Hansel.
+""Simple,"" responded Meg, licking her lips lecherously. ""I want you to make love to me.""
+Hansel balked, nearly retching, recalling the images of Meg in her hideousness. ""No way! You're a monster!""
+Meg's face darkened malevolently. ""I never said you had a choice, boy,"" she glowered. ""Now, eat up. I don't want a single crumb left on those plates."" Abruptly shoving herself to her feet, the witch left the room. Hansel and Gretel both shuddered as the door slammed shut behind her.
+""What we gonna do, Greta?"" asked Hansel worriedly. ""I don't wanna make it for th' first time with that nasty old hag!""
+Gretel's eyes shone with sympathy. ""I know, Han. But let's at least eat. Maybe we can figure somethin' out.""
+The twins dragged the tray closer, each taking up a plate loaded with eggs, grits, hashed browns and biscuits. They had to hold them outside of the cage and feed themselves through the bars.
+""Ugh! How'm I sposed'ta eat after what that witch just said? Just th' thought o' her naked . . . _ump!_ ""
+***
+Meg returned nearly an hour later, smiling with all the grace and charm of a doting parent upon seeing the empty plates and glasses. She held a small red vial in her hands, cradling it reverently as if it were the Holy Grail. A casual arcane gesture sent the tray with its empty plates sliding across the room, startling the twins.
+""I have something for you, Hansel,"" she said with a soft, sultry voice. ""But first, you need to get out of those clothes.""
+Hansel paled. _Oh, sweet Jesus . . . she wants t' do it now? In front'a Greta?_ His eyes darted back and forth between the witch and his sister. Gretel stared back, wide-eyed and equally appalled.
+Meg laughed. ""No, not yet, sweetie,"" she said, as if reading Hansel's mind. ""You may look sweet, but you sure don't smell like it.""
+Hansel blushed deeply in embarrassment, casting his eyes down. Not that he wanted the witch's favor, but he certainly felt her disapproval.
+""Come on, my little man,"" Meg continued, her voice tinged with a patronizing tone. ""Get those clothes off, and I'll let you out so you can take a nice, long shower. Come on, now.""
+Hansel hesitated, glancing to his sister. Despite the fact that Gretel was fully nude, Hansel was reluctant. Still, he pulled of his shirt, then his dirty old shoes and socks, peeling them off his skin. The aromas released nearly made his eyes water. Gretel gagged.
+""I can smell you from here,"" muttered Meg with dislike. ""Go on, take it all off.""
+Ashamed, Hansel nevertheless complied, shoving his pants and underwear down to his ankles. Keeping his eyes on the dirty wooden floor of his cage, he stood, naked and degraded, for the witch's assessment.
+""Hmm,"" muttered Meg, letting her eyes wander down the slender man's form, pausing to inspect his tumescent penis. ""I see potential . . . .""
+Hansel fidgeted, red-faced, peripherally noting the eyes of his sister upon him. She, too, looked where the witch's attention was focused. In self- admonishment, she turned away, chewing her lower lip.
+""Well, let's get you cleaned up,"" announced Meg. ""Then we'll begin.""
+***
+Gretel was anxious when her brother returned, walking naked before the tall, stately Meg, his head bowed and eyes following the lines of the floor. She could not help but admire how admiringly her slightly-younger brother had filled out. A lifetime of hard chores and typical playtime had toned him well; his abdomen was flat and firm, his waist narrow, legs and arms naturally rippling with casual strength. If nothing else, Gretel could admire her brother as a handsome man.
+The witch returned him to his cell, and Hansel turned to face her through the bars once the door clanged shut. His clothes were gone, removed to the same bin, Gretel was certain, in which her own now lay.
+""Drink this,"" the witch ordered, holding out the ruby-colored flask.
+Gingerly, Hansel took the vial, pulled the stopper, sniffed. His features contorted in recoil at the foul smell. ""What is it?""
+Meg glared. ""You don't want to know,"" she said. ""Just drink it. All of it. Now.""
+Hansel sought his sister's encouragement with his eyes; reluctantly, she gave it. Neither of them knew what would happen if Hansel drank the strange brew, but they intrinsically understood what would happen if he did not.
+Begrudgingly, Hansel tilted the mouth of the vial against his lips, pouring a thick, syrupy concoction into his mouth that possessed the consistency of oil and the flavor of rancid meat and rotten vegetables. He gagged and choked, struggling to get it all down. Once the potion was swirling in his stomach, he heaved dryly a few times, feeling acid burn into his throat. Yet he managed to keep the retched swill down.
+Meg grinned. ""Good boy,"" she chided, then gestured. Gretel's cage shook as the door lifted upward. ""Come on out,"" the witch said to the girl.
+Apprehensively, wondering what Meg had in mind, Gretel crawled out, settling into a crouch upon the cool tiled floor.
+""Get on your knees before your brother,"" Meg instructed. ""I'll let you do the honors.""
+Gretel frowned. ""What'ya mean?""
+Meg glared darkly, her eyes flashing crimson. ""Do as I say!""
+Gretel flinched, then did as she had been directed, settling onto her knees and facing Hansel through the bars. For a moment, her eyes rest upon her brother's flaccid penis, but she quickly lifted them to his face, offering encouragement and hope.
+Meg lowered herself beside the young woman, all but pressing herself against Gretel. ""Now . . . watch.""
+Gretel began to question what it was she was supposed to see, but her words were stifled as Hansel moaned, eyes closing as if drunken. He swayed upon his feet, and gripped the bars before him to maintain his footing. His muscles tensed, and hips were thrust out. The soft length of flesh hanging between his thighs began to stiffen rapidly, angling outward, swiftly growing to full length within a matter of heartbeats.
+Gretel caught her breath as she gazed upon Hansel's erect cock. The entire shaft, and especially the head, glowed with the blood that filled it. Glistening moisture seeped from the tip, dribbling down the length of the staff or dripping to the floor. Hansel's expression was one of detached arousal.
+""Now, Gretel,"" whispered Meg. ""Wrap your hands around it. Stroke it. It won't take long.""
+Gretel shuddered, a mixture of revulsion, fascination, and arousal swirling in her mind. She barely registered the feel of Meg's hands cupping her breasts, running up and down her abdomen as she reached through the bars of Hansel's cage and took hold of her own brother's throbbing cock. Driven by fear of the consequences should she disobey the witch, and by fascination for the moment, she began tugging on Hansel's tense phallus.
+""That's it,"" whispered Meg in the girl's ear, squeezing Gretel's firm breasts, lightly pinching her nipples. ""He'll cum quickly. Catch it all in your hands.""
+Gretel felt detached, like an automaton, masturbating her brother. Hansel seemed oblivious, his eyes closed, rocking back and forth on his heels. Now and then he thrust out toward his sister, and would grunt when he did so. Gretel pumped faster and firmer, her fingers becoming slick with the oily effusion which seeped from the slit of Hansel's penis.
+Finally, Hansel gasped and groaned loudly, his body jerking and face contorting. From deep within, thick, milky fluid surged forth, flowing and occasionally spurting, filling the fleshy cup Gretel made of her left hand. The warm pool of semen overflowed her hand, a little of itdripping down along her wrist and to the floor below. Gretel tugged to get it all out, enthralled at the sight.
+""Quickly, in the jar,"" urged Meg, holding up a small, wide-mouthed brown jar that looked to have once been the home of some kind of jam or marmalade. Dutifully, Gretel withdrew her hand and tilted it, pouring the cloudy, thick fluid into the jar. Meg helped, scraping a long, blue-nailed finger down Gretel's palm, smearing it a bit in Hansel's sperm.
+Casually, the witch sucked her finger clean, and held up the jar. She made a gesture, staring at the contents within. After a few moments, a clouded, disappointed expression colored her face. ""Not enough,"" she said.
+Gretel felt a wave of panic. ""What'ya mean?""
+Meg sighed as she stood. ""It means this will take a little longer than I thought. Get back in your cage, girl.""
+""No!"" cried Gretel, shooting to her feet. Her eyes blazed with youthful, unrestrained rage. ""I wanna know -- ah!"" She cried out as she was thrown backward by an invisible hand, deposited rudely in her cage. The door slammed shut.
+""You'll know what I want you to know,"" snarled Meg before she left.
+Gretel stared after, naked breasts rising and falling. But her anger was mitigated as she looked to Hansel, slumped in the cage beside hers. He seemed drained; his eyes were heavy, mouth slack.
+""Han? Ya 'kay?""
+Slowly, he nodded. ""Uh-huh . . . ."" Then he pitched to his side and promptly passed out.
+***
+Later that day, then again that evening, Meg returned with more of the bile- inducing potion for Hansel to consume. As before, the concoction resulted in a rapid erection yet less and less fogging of Hansel's mind. And as before, the witch directed Greta to masturbate her brother to orgasm. The third time, however, was a bit different. Hansel stood up against the bars, thrusting his pelvis out so that his arcanely engorged cock protruded through the bars. That made it easier for Gretel to stroke his stiff length, but it also gave Meg a perverse idea.
+""Put it in your mouth, Gretel,"" the witch seethed through clenched teeth, pushing on the back of the girl's head. ""Suck it out of him.""
+Gretel gasped with revulsion. ""But, he's my brother -- mmph!""
+Meg grinned, forcing the dark-haired girl's mouth down upon Hansel's stiffness. Heat spread through the witch as one twin's lips wrapped around the other's cock. ""Don't tell me you've never thought about it,"" she whispered coarsely. ""Don't tell me you've never wanted it. If I'd had a twin . . . I'd never have left the bedroom.""
+Gretel murmured, such sounds muffled by the stiff length of flesh sliding back and forth in her mouth. The fact that it was her own brother she was sucking off both perturbed . . . and excited her. She hated to admit that the witch was right; now and then, in fact, Gretel _had_ entertained speculative thoughts of what it would be like to bed her own brother.
+""Good girl,"" encouraged Meg as Gretel's head bobbed back and forth. She toyed with the girl's stiff nipples, even delved her fingers between Gretel's taut thighs to feel the pool of wetness between. ""Make him cum in your mouth . . . but don't swallow . . . .""
+Gretel moaned, but only partly from disgust or discomfort. She looked up at Hansel's face, saw him staring back with stupefied eyes. He could have pulled back, Gretel knew. There was no witch behind him keeping him in place. But he did not. In fact, he seemed to try to push forward even more, making the bars of the cage dig into his lower abdomen and upper thighs. It was obvious to his sister that Hansel relished the sensations she gave him. That fact, for some reason, inspired Gretel.
+ _She's suckin' my cock!_ Hansel thought, watching Gretel's slick lips as they delved down again and again along his quivering shaft. He was suddenly grateful for the fact that the potion no longer clouded his mind. _I can't believe how good it feels! My own sister is . . . is . . . Oh, God—_
+Before he knew it, before he could warn her, Hansel was ejaculating, pouring his seed into Gretel's mouth. The warm fluid gushing to the back of her throat made her gag momentarily, but she managed to keep her composure. Though reflex almost sent the bittersweet liquid down to her stomach, she was heedful of the Witch's command of not swallowing. Yet there seemed to be almost too much; it threatened to overflow the seal of her lips.
+Hansel trembled in bliss, enjoying the perverse pleasure he now felt to the utmost. The fact that Gretel's gaze never wavered from his only intensified his orgasm. He had never imagined how beautiful and erotic his own sister could be, how completely satisfying it would be to spend his passion between her lips.
+""Yes,"" hissed Meg with approval. She petted the back of Gretel's head as if the girl were an obedient pet. ""Make sure you get it all. Squeeze it with your hands . . . yes, that's it. Good girl, Greta.""
+Gretel blinked a few times, smelling nothing but the piquant aroma of Hansel's cum. She slipped her lips from her twin's penis, leaving it glistening as it slowly softened. Meg's hand holding another small, dark jar appeared before her, silently commanding her to discharge the contents of her mouth. For a moment, Gretel considered swallowing her brother's fluid, just to confound the witch. But there was no telling how the witch would respond.  
+ _Ain't got no choice_ , Gretel thought, and tilted her head, parting her lips to allow the slimy fluid to flow out over her lower lip and into the jar. Hansel's semen was thick, more viscous than any she had experienced before. Gretel had to waggle her tongue to get it all to slough off.
+""Now, let us see,"" Meg said, inspecting the jar once more. Eyes narrowed, she emitted a faint ""hmm"" after a few moments. ""We're getting there, children."" She winked. ""Perhaps just a few more days.""
+Hansel and Gretel exchanged morose looks. _A few more days?_
+***
+The following few days followed a clockwork routine. As soon as Hansel and Gretel awoke, they were taken to the shower to clean themselves. Meg would then come to the twins with breakfast, lunch and dinner, Hansel's supplemented with another dose of the foul potion. Following each meal, Gretel would be ordered to masturbate her brother to orgasm. Occasionally, Gretel would felate him, whether ordered by the witch or not. The teen girl had come to the conclusion that if she had to pleasure her brother, she may as well make it enjoyable for them both.
+At night, when the witch was gone, they would talk, sometimes crying over their unfortunate circumstances, sometimes becoming angry with their mother and father for having placed them where they were. They lamented what cruel fates, or what a cruel God, they suffered for the humiliation heaped upon them. They worried that the witch would make them slaves for life, or worse yet, kill them both.
+The evening of the twins' fourth day of captivity, Gretel once more serviced her brother with her lips, tongue and hands. They moaned in unison when Hansel's release flooded his twins' mouth, and Gretel obligingly milked him for every drop of precious seed. For those few moments of bliss, Hansel and Gretel forgot about the witch, until her voice intruded upon them.
+""That's enough,"" Meg said, handing Gretel another jar into which she emptied her mouthful of soupy fluid. Impatiently, Meg took it the jar, inspecting it after yet another eldritch gesture. At last she smiled withexcitement, eyes glowing brightly at the results of her arcane assessment. With a grin, she looked upon a worried and nervous Hansel. ""Oh, my dear young man,"" she cooed. ""You'll need your rest tonight, indeed.""
+Hansel swallowed skittishly, fearful eyes darting to Gretel. His sister stared back. _She don't what I think she mean, do she?_
+""Back in your cage, Gretel,"" Meg said, not watching the girl to see that she complied. But Greta did, of course, crawling onto the dirty pressboard before the cage door swung closed.
+""Tomorrow, Hansel,"" the witch said with a wistful sigh, touching the young man's face through the bars. ""Tomorrow, we make love.""
+Hansel jerked his face away, stepping back in the cage, out of reach of the evil woman. ""I ain't touchin' ya, ya ugly old hag!"" he spat defiantly.
+Instead of anger, as Hansel had anticipated, Meg merely laughed, tittering like an amused housemarm. ""Oh, my dear boy, if you only knew how much truth was in your words!"" Her smile vanished, countenance abruptly clouded with malevolence. ""But you will make love to me, Hansel. Or else I will have a new dish on my menu . . . .""
+Gretel gasped in fright, cowering in the corner of her cage as the witch's meaningful gaze fell upon her. She shot her brother a pleading look. ""H-Han . . . .""
+""Don't ya dare—"" began hansel valiantly.
+""Dare? DARE?"" screeched Meg, making the young man flinch. ""This is my domain! I rule here! And you will obey my every command, or _Gretel Soup_ will be next week's special!""
+Gretel choked out a cry of anguish, squeezing her arms about her legs. She shrieked in terror when the cage opened and Meg began to step inside, reaching menacingly for the girl.
+""Okay! Okay!"" cried Hansel in panic. ""Please don't do nothin' t' my sister! I'll do it, okay?""
+Meg stopped her advance upon the cowering twin and leered upon Hansel. ""Of course you will,"" she chided, then retreated from the cage, letting it close. She stepped once more before Hansel, appraising his naked form. ""Don't you fret about a thing, Hansel. You're first time making love will be an experience you will never forget.""
+Hansel soured, glaring after Meg as the witch turned and made her way from the room, humming a perversely light-hearted tune. As soon as the door closed, he released all of his anger and frustration in a single bellow.
+""BURN IN HELL!""
+***
+""Hansel?""
+His sister's timid voice drifted through the darkness to Hansel's ears. The fate that awaited the young man in the morning kept the angels of sleep from visiting. Lack of sleep and depression had placed the young man in a morbid frame of mind.
+""I'd rather boff ol' Missus Hawley than that evil witch,"" he muttered.
+Gretel shifted in her cage, sitting up. The darkness of their prison was almost absolute; she could only make out the faint glow of her brother's skin, the radiance of his violet-hued eyes. ""I'd give anythin' t' not let it happen,"" she whispered earnestly.
+Hansel sighed, letting out the frustration of his soul. ""I know ya would,"" he said. He looked sidelong at his twin, reaching between the bars to find her hand. ""But ain't no way I'd let her hurt ya.""
+Gretel managed a smile, gripping her brother's hand. She slid closer, until she was nearly touching the bars. ""Ya know, all that stuff the witch was makin' us do . . . I kind'a liked it, sometimes.""
+Hansel blushed, teeth glittering slightly as a genuine smile pulled his lips apart. ""Yeah . . . guess ya know how much I liked it,"" he said.
+The twins laughed softly. The morbidity of their predicament made such concerns as morality trivial. It was heartening that, despite the pain and depression their situation presented, they had managed to find something positive about it.
+""I wanna tell ya somethin', Han,"" Gretel continued. ""Whenever ya . . . ya know, when ya was getting' off, I was got a li'l buzz . . . ya know . . . down there.""
+Hansel frowned skeptically. ""Really?""
+Gretel's blush was just visible in the shadows. ""Yeah.""
+Hansel squeezed her hand. ""Whatever happens ta'morrow,"" he said. ""I hope everythin'll be right between us.""
+""Ya don't gotta worry 'bout that, little brother,"" Gretel said with sincerity. ""We ain't got nothin' if we ain't got each other, ya know?""
+Hansel shuddered with emotion, for the first time in days feeling a glimmer of home light upon his heart. ""Thanks, sis.""
+Gretel huffed. ""What I don't get is why it's so all-damned important that ya gotta be a virgin,"" she said.
+Hansel grimaced. ""I don't know,"" he grumbled. ""But, ya remember all'a them fairy tales Mother used'ta tell us when we was younger? Like, 'bout unicorns an' virgins, an' dragons an' virgins an' stuff like that. Guess bein' a virgin is somethin' special for magic-like stuff.""
+Gretel nodded. ""Yeah . . . guess so . . . ."" She laughed abruptly. ""Now I bet you're wishin' ya got it on with Maggie Mayfield when ya had the chance, huh?""
+Hansel echoed the laugh, more heartily than he should have. ""Ya know, I was just thinkin' that!""
+Gretel bounced in mirth. ""I know. We're twins, 'member? We can read each other's mind.""
+Hansel smiled, nodded, then pulled his sister's hand through the bars to kiss the fingers that were tightly wound around his own. ""Yeah. Like th' time we caught that rabbit in th' back yard, and dad kept tryin' ta get 'round us ta see what we got—""
+Gretel grinned at the memory. ""But every time he'd move 'round one'a us, th' other'd be there. Like, no matter what, he couldn't get 'round us.""
+Hansel nodded, gritting his teeth. ""Wish we could do somethin' so that witch couldn't 'round us,"" he said.
+They sat in silence for several minutes, holding one another's hand, brushing their fingers together. The intimacy was encouraging, helping to sustain that one fleeting spark of hope.
+""Han?""
+""Yeah.""
+Gretel paused, her heart palpitating in her chest. Her brother could sense it.
+""What's'a matter? What ya thinkin'?""
+Gretel bit her lip. ""What if ya wasn't a virgin no more?"" she asked tentatively.
+Hansel frowned deeply. ""Well, I don't know. Guess it would screw things up for the witch, but . . ."" He paused, suddenly understanding the implication of his sister's words. His head snapped about, eyes seeking Gretel's in the dark. ""Ya can't be serious, Greta.""
+She swallowed nervously. ""I-I was just thinkin' . . . I mean, if it's so damn important that ya gotta be a virgin for some kind'a spell or somethin', then maybe if ya wasn't a virgin', it'd, like, really mess things up. Maybe she'd shrivel up an' melt inta a puddle, like.""
+Hansel turned so that he was directly facing Gretel. ""But . . . sis, I mean, come on. Brothers and sisters ain't supposed ta screw. That's, what'cha'callit. Incest.""
+Gretel scoffed loudly. ""An' me suckin' ya off ain't? 'Sides, what if it works?""
+Hansel's shoulders slumped. ""I-I don't know,"" he said. ""It's wrong. Like, Hell an' damnation wrong.""
+Gretel stared at her brother, mustering up as much strength as she could in an attempt to send it to him. ""Ain't no right nor wrong right now, Han. It's just us and _her_.""
+""But what if it don't work?"" he asked.
+""An' what if it does?"" she cried emphatically. ""Look, if I could think'a somethin' else, I'd tell ya!""
+Hansel fell silent, contemplating his twin's idea. It made sense in a strange, desperate sort of way, that much he had to admit. There was no doubt that Greta turned him on, though he was reluctant to admit it. The previous few days, he had, in some small but growing way, anticipated Meg's visits, aroused in the knowledge that he would be enjoying his beautiful sister's sexual talents.
+In truth, the only thing that made him hesitate was the base taboo of incest. Once Hansel realized that, he also realized that the fact that he and Gretel were brother and sister was little more than a technicality.
+ _If it works, then we might be able t' get outta this,_ he thought _. And if it don't . . . well, least I wouldn't'a given up my cherry t' some ugly old hag . . . ._
+Slowly, Hansel lifted his head, meeting Gretel's gaze through the bars. He did not have to speak, nor even nod. His compliance was understood.
+Gretel fidgeted nervously, aware of her growing arousal. The idea of coupling with her brother had occurred to her earlier that day, and the idea of it had slowly been simmering like a well-made stew with choice ingredients within her mind. Now that the reality of that desire was imminent, Gretel found her body responding appropriately.
+""O-okay, um,"" Hansel began, voice breaking. ""I guess ya can stand up and, uh, turn 'round, an' kind'a put your butt against th' bars . . . .""
+Gretel reached with both hands through the bars, taking her brother's hands. The nervousness radiating from him conversely made her feel more calm. ""Han,"" she said softly. ""Stand up.""
+Hansel took a few breaths, trying to control the shaking that seemed to begin in his bones and charge outward through his body. His mouth was dry, his mind clouded by . . . fear? Passion, perhaps? He did not know. The only thoughts his brain could produce were images of his naked sister, on her knees before him, soft pink lips coaxing out the milky gift of semen from his body.
+Without a word, Hansel stood, presenting his growing penis to his twin. He shivered a bit when his body pressed against the cold steel bars, then again when he felt Gretel's hands caress his stiffening shaft. A groan of pleasure fell from his lips when the warm envelop of Gretel's mouth encased him, submerging his cock in exquisite, massaging wetness.
+""Mmm . . . ."" Gretel's enjoyment was palpable to Hansel, destroying whatever lingering doubts or fears or thoughts of damnation that remained. He did not even think that making love to his sister might possibly save them. He only thought how delicious her mouth felt, how incredibly massaging her fingers and hands were as they stroked and fluttered along his shaft and swollen testicles.
+For several sweet, tender moments, Hansel held onto the bars for support as Gretel pleasured him with her mouth. She did not need to do so to make him erect or ready, she knew; she did so because she enjoyed it, because this time, this one time, it was just she and her brother and the love they had always shared, love that was now being taken to a new height.
+Gretel suckled him slowly, carefully and lovingly massaging every inch of the throbbing shaft she could get into her mouth. Her tongue fondled every bump, every vein, rubbing against the sleek, spongy firmness of the head of his cock. Her hands gripped the warm shaft, feeling the pulsing of her brother's heart through it, and cradled the soft, distended sacs beneath. She did not suck with the intention of making him erupt. Rather, she wanted to savor the act itself.
+Still, her ministrations eventually had Hansel panting and moaning with impending bliss, and he pushed out with his hips, instinctively wanting the release Gretel's skill promised to provide. But, just moments from heaven, Gretel pulled back, leaving Hansel's cock wet and dripping and straining in the cool night air.
+""Not yet,"" she whispered, pushing to her feet. She stared upon her brother, her own eyes heavy with lust. ""Inside me.""
+Hansel wavered a moment, swaying on faulty feet. He clenched the bars more tightly in his hands, and nodded. ""Turn 'round,"" he said.
+Gretel grinned, then did so, bending at the waist and pushing her hips back, legs straight and slightly spread, hands reaching back to hold her firm cheeks apart. The glistening wetness of her sex was just visible to Hansel in the darkness. More apparent was the tart, spicy scent of his sister's arousal.
+""Hold still,"" Gretel whispered, looking over her shoulder as she moved back against her brother. The head of his cock touched the slippery, searing folds of her sex. The twins moaned in unison. Gretel's mouth fell slack, lips slowly stretching with a smile as she felt the firm head of Hansel's cock slide past her labia, against the tight opening, and into . . . .
+""Oh, God!"" groaned Hansel, arching his back deeply in pleasure, savoring the snug heat, the rippling and sucking motions of Gretel's tunnel. It felt as if dozens of tiny kneading hands were pulling his cock inside her, guiding him to the deep, burning center of her sex.
+""Uhmm . . . ."" Gretel moved her hands from her cheeks, placing them upon the bars behind her, pulling herself firmly against them so that Hansel's cock was firmly seated inside. Her body quaked with pleasure; for long moments, she held him there, relishing the fullness, the faint twitches and pulses of their shared passion.
+""Greta . . . oh, God, Greta . . . .""
+""Shh. It gets better,"" she whispered with a grin, then pushed forward slowly, eyelids fluttering with pleasure as Hansel's cock slid sublimely between her slippery folds. Just before the head of her brother's penis was to slip free, Gretel jerked herself back down, impaling herself once more with a short, sharp cry. A cry echoed by another loud groan from Hansel's throat.
+Back and forth, slowly at first and then with more desperation and need, Gretel rocked against the cage, sinking Hansel's cock inside her again and again. She reached one hand between them and stroked her insistent clitoris, making her tunnel spasm around her twin's shaft. Hansel abandoned his grip on the bars in favor of running his hands across Gretel's taut cheeks and narrow lower back. He matched her movements perfectly, pushing when she did, pulling when she did.
+The cages rocked, metal clapping against metal. The witch's claim that every room in her abode had been magicked to prevent any sound from escaping from one room to another was one the twins hoped was true, not that they would have stopped had Meg come storming into the chamber.
+Harder and faster, sister rocked against brother. Pants and gasps, moans and groans filled the air, as thick and cloying as the sweet scent of their lovemaking. Hansel felt his release building, his pleasure mounting. He knew Gretel's passion was quickly cascading like a waterfall as well, eager to reach the glorious pool that awaited her.
+""Greta! G-Greta!""
+""H-Hansel! Oh, God!""
+Once more grasping the bars between them, Greta shoved back deeply, feeling her brother's cock spearing deep within her womb. Simultaneously, Hansel shoved forward as far as he could reach, catching his breath as the tremors of orgasm exploded through his body, matching the roiling wave of release which washed through Gretel's spasming form.
+For many moments, neither of them moved. All that could be heard within the room was the labored breath of lovers slowly returning from the highest cloud of pleasure. The warmth of Hansel's seed was a radiance within Gretel's womb that slowly spread throughout her body, eliciting a smile of satisfaction upon her sweaty face. Her internal muscles rippled and sucked with aftershocks, making Hansel wince and hiss with a mixture of pleasure and pain he had never known before.
+""S-slowly,"" murmured Gretel, gingerly easing forward, feeling the slick, tumescent length of flesh gliding out from within. Hansel held still until he was released from the sweet grip of his sister's tunnel, upon which he groaned. He leaned against the bars for support, breathing in sharply when Gretel turned about, dropping to her knees, her eager mouth cleaning his penis of the evidence of their coupling.
+His twin finally stood, slipping her arms through the bars and hugging Hansel tightly. He was just able to kiss her temple and caress her back.
+""Han.""
+""Y-yeah . . . .""
+""Ya ain't no virgin no more.""
+Hansel began chuckling like a drunken fool, a chuckle which turned into an idiotic laugh. ""Ya . . . ya know somethin'?""
+Gretel breathed in, inhaling the scent of their lovemaking. Never had it smelled so sweet. ""What?""
+""Right now,"" Hansel said. ""I don't care if it's gonna work or not.""
+Feeling her brother's chest against her cheek, Gretel smiled.
+***
+The twins were anxious the following morning when the door opened and Meg returned, clad in a shimmering, dark silk robe which revealed glimpses of her abundant cleavage and lean, strong thighs. As with the days before, she carried a food-laden tray with her, setting it down upon the floor before the cages of her captives. Her eyes glittered with anticipation, focused almost solely upon Hansel.
+""This is our day, my love,"" she said with all the air of an obsessed lover.
+Hansel took up his plate, regarding Meg sourly. ""I ain't your 'love,'"" he said. ""I only doin' this 'cause I got no choice.""
+The witch wasn't the least bit perturbed by Hansel's words. ""I suppose it doesn't really matter,"" she said. ""So long as the deed is done. And it _will_ be done.""
+Hansel grumbled, but remained silent throughout the meal, sharing worried and speculative looks with his sister. Anxiety was like a binding cord between them, vibrating with the tension they felt. They had no way of knowing if their incestuous coupling would result in liberation . . . or the harshest of punishments.
+ _Whatever happens, I love ya, Greta._
+She stared back, eyes watering. _Love ya too, Han._
+***
+The twins were surprised when Meg ordered them both from their cages and to the bathroom. Gretel showered first, redfaced beneath the spray since both the witch and her brother watched. It seemed Meg wished no end of humiliation upon them, even commenting on how Gretel washed between her thighs. Then it was Hansel's turn, as Gretel toweled.
+""Wash that gorgeous cock thoroughly, Hansel,"" Meg purred, licking her lips with anticipation. ""My, my. You truly have a wonderful body, young man.""
+The witch's praise was anything but flattering. The knowledge of what he was being forced to do, after having seen Meg's true form, sent a taste of bile into his throat. He tried to find comfort and encouragement in his twin; although it was there, it was tempered with the despair they shared, the uncertainty of their plan . . . such as it was.  
+""That's clean enough, Hansel,"" Meg said sharply, reaching into the stall to switch off the water. She handed him a towel impatiently, snatching it away from him after only a few moments. Obviously, Meg was anxious to perform her 'ritual.'
+Hansel and Gretel were marched through the kitchen, which was pristine as usual. The twins wondered peripherally as to where the witch's help was; _someone_ had to be getting the kitchen ready for the day, yet there was no one else about. How did the witch service her customers, if she ran the diner alone?
+In fact, the only piece of equipment that appeared to be ready was the immense furnace, radiating infernally as the twins passed it by. They could feel the heat against their skin, like standing too close to the sun. Hansel's arm brushed the large handle on the grill-like door, resulting in seared flesh and burned hair. His cry of shock and pain startled Gretel, who screeched as well.
+""Be careful what you touch, Hansel,"" Meg warned sarcastically.
+He said nothing, giving the witch a dark look before continuing on toward a large door at the opposite end of the kitchen. ""Through there, children,"" Meg directed.
+I hope it's over quick, Hansel thought morosely, and pushed open the door. The bedchamber beyond was nothing like either of the twins would expect from a foul, evil witch. They had imagined thick, dark candles dripping with wax, spiderwebs coating the ceiling, some dirty old bed with soiled sheets that stank like a dog kennel.
+Instead, they entered a room that would have impressed Alver Crowley, the richest man in Brimstone. The walls were painted a deep crimson, accentuated with dark wooden runners and baseboards. The furniture was ornate, classically impressive, and kept well, all of it constructed of polished, oiled oak or mahogany. Dominating the room was an immense four-poster bed, draped with silk sheets and a turned-down burgundy blanket, thick pillows piled at the head.
+The sound of the door closing behind them startled the twins from their impressed perusal of the room. Meg gave them a sneering look as she stepped past, turning at the foot of the bed to face her imminent lover.
+""Try the door, Gretel,"" she directed, without taking her eyes from the hungry survey she made of Hansel's body.
+Gretel did not budge, instead glaring at the witch. ""Why?"" she asked rhetorically. ""It ain't gonna open. I ain't dumb.""
+Meg chuckled. ""So you've learned to accept your fate,"" Meg said. ""That's good. It will serve you well.""
+Gretel swallowed nervously. _What she mean by that?_
+""I'll make ya a deal,"" Hansel offered. ""I do what ya want, but ya let my sister go.""
+Meg cackled loudly, the sound reverberating off the walls and assaulting the twins' ears. It faded to a soft, evil laugh as Meg shook her head. ""No, you will do what I want because I'll kill your sister and call her _meat loaf_ if you don't.""
+Hansel ground his teeth angrily. He looked to Gretel apologetically. _I don't wanna do it, but I gotta._
+She stared back sagely. _I know._
+Meg snickered again. ""Let's not ruin the moment, my dear,"" she said. ""A young man's first time should be special, after all. Gretel, why don't you have a seat?""
+Gretel touched her brother's hand reassuringly, before stepping away toward a large, carved chair made of cherry in the corner. She sat down reluctantly, fighting the impulse to run. But she would not leave her brother. She could not. The only thing that gave her hope was that the deed she and Hansel had committed the evening before would somehow lead to their salvation.
+So she lowered herself to her seat, watching with a sense of morbid curiosity as Hansel approached the witch. Meg untied the belt of the robe, letting the garment slip from her shoulders to fall with a whisper around her feet.
+Hansel stopped for a moment, staring at the physical beauty of the woman before him. Though he knew -- or, at the least, suspected -- that Meg's appearance was the result of some potion or spell, he could not help but admire what his eyes beheld. Strong yet supple, toned yet voluptuous, the nude woman before him was exotically, supernaturally, perfect.
+Enormous breasts hung defiantly upon her chest, like balloons resisting the pull of gravity, capped with thick pink nipples which puckered like minute fish mouths. A slender torso below, replete with flat belly containing a hint of softness, drew Hansel's eye to the perfectly sculpted nest of bright, flame-hued curls above the witch's plump sex. Her legs were long, toned, athletic without being overtly muscular, ending in dainty feet with the nails painted to match those upon Meg's slender fingers.
+The witch smiled, impressed with herself upon witnessing Hansel's interested and aroused expression. The young man's cock began stiffening, filling out and rising before him. ""You want this body,"" she said softly. ""I can tell. Well, it's all yours, lover. Take me any way you've ever wanted to take a woman.""
+Hansel struggled to restrain his libido, but such an effort was far too Herculean. Part of his mind tried to remind him of Meg's hideousness, of the leathery skin and snarling teeth, the claw-like hands and sulfuric breath. But that part was growing tinier and tinier, as if the rapidly-growing arousal in his mind was crowding out all other thoughts or considerations.
+Gretel grimaced, squirming in her chair as she watched her brother step forward, reaching out to touch the witch. His hands went for the ridiculously large breasts, and Meg sighed, pushing out her bosom, encouraging Hansel's clumsy gropes. She did not mind as he squeezed and kneaded the heavy, firm globes, as he caressed and pinched the stiff nipples, finally lowering his head to take them in his mouth.
+""Yes, Hansel, that's it,"" whispered Meg, her pale cheeks beginning to color. She reclined slowly onto the bed, bringing her young lover with her. ""Go on, bite them. I like that.""
+Hansel groaned, thinking of nothing but what his Id, his cock, demanded. Bracing his hands upon the bed, he pulled on one of Meg's stiff nipples with his mouth, sucking hard and grazing it with his teeth. Freeing it, he descended upon the other, this time pushing his teeth into the rubbery, firm protrusion. Lust hissed from Meg's lips as she lightly raked her nails across Hansel's back. She spread her legs widely, giving Gretel a glimpse of the glistening, bright pink folds of her labia before Hansel's body obscured the view.
+Cupping Hansel's face with her hands, Meg gently pulled her lover up along her body to meet her mouth in a steamy kiss. The head of Hansel's cock nudged the slippery heat of the witch's sex, making Hansel sigh.
+""It's been so long, Hansel,"" Meg whispered, gazing up into the stupefied young man's eyes. ""Almost too long. I can't wait another moment. I need you inside me . . . inside me now . . . .""
+Gretel turned her head from the display before her, but the sound of her brother and Meg groaning in unison was as wounding to her soul as the sight of their copulation would have been. The apparent fact that Hansel was enjoying the act stabbed into her heart like a cold, dull knife. _It's gotta be some damn spell or somethin'_ , she thought. _Yeah. Gotta be . . . ._
+""Oh! Hansel! Yes . . . ."" Meg rocked beneath her lover, feeling the length of him, the thickness within her heated womb. She locked her legs behind his back, keeping the young man's cock deeply seated, squeezing and sucking along his shaft with the muscles inside her. Hansel quivered above, arms shaking, face glazed and mouth slack. The only cognizant thought that entered his mind, tumbling over and over, was: _whatever she's doin' ta me, I surely hope she don't stop!_
+The lovers rutted and grunted, kissing fiercely as Hansel drove within Meg again and again. The witch kicked her legs, gasping loudly upon the explosion of her first orgasm, clawing Hansel's shoulders, arms and chest, drawing lines of blood that trickled down his flesh. But Hansel either did not notice the wounds, or did not care, for his energetic thrusts neither stopped nor faltered.
+Meg urged him out of her, but only for as long as it took her to roll over onto her hands and knees, plump round ass thrust out invitingly for Hansel. With no need for instruction, Hansel crawled onto the bed behind her, spearing his cock deep between the swollen, flushed lips of Meg's pussy. The witch cried out in ecstasy; Hansel growled like an animal, pounding deeply, roughly, relishing the spasms of the woman before him.
+""Don't hold it, Hansel!"" cried the witch, hair streaked across her sweaty face. ""Don't hold it back! Give it to me!""
+Hansel could only respond with the basest of grunts and moans, until, with a body-shuddering lunge, he shoved his cock deep inside the witch, flooding her womb with every drop of volcanic seed his body could produce.
+Alone in her chair, Gretel hung her head and cried softly.
+***
+""Up! Get up, Hansel! You're soiling my bed!""
+Hansel blinked his eyes open, feeling that he was emerging from a week's worth of sleep. His surroundings came into focus slowly, painfully. A few moments passed before he recognized the lavish trappings of Meg's bedroom, rather than the dank accommodations of his cell.
+""Wh-what?"" he muttered. His fogged query was answered by a sharp slap across the face, which sent him sprawling across the bed and served to awaken him fully.
+""I said, _up_!"" screeched Meg angrily, clad once more in her silk robe. ""You've served your purpose! Back to the cages for the both of you!""
+Hansel leapt to his feet on the other side of the bed from the witch, glowering upon her with clear eyes and head. ""What'd'ya do t' me?"" he cried.
+Meg planted her hands on her hips and laughed. ""Was it good for you, too?"" she quipped. ""I admit, you weren't bad. Better than my last virgin. It's almost too bad there won't be a repeat performance.""
+Hansel glanced quickly to his sister, who stood beside the door, arms wrapped around herself. It took but a single look to determine that she was fine, all things considered. And, more importantly, that she understood that Hansel had not been himself throughout the coupling with the witch; she had enchanted him in some way, obviously.
+""So what's it all'a 'bout?"" Hansel asked, addressing Meg once more. ""What's so God damned important 'bout me bein' a virgin?""
+Meg ignored his question as she directed Hansel and Gretel through the door from her bedroom. But, as they passed through the kitchen, the witch spoke just as they reached the Purgatorial furnace.
+""I suppose it would not hurt to tell you, since there is nothing you can do about it now.""
+The twins turned to face the witch, wondering and expectant expressions glowing upon their faces.
+""Every thirty-three years, I must find a male virgin,"" Meg explained smugly. ""I have but one year in which to find and copulate with what has proven to be a progressively rare creature. That is the only way in which I can continue to live.""
+She stepped closer to Hansel, giving him an intent look. ""My magic has insured that you have given me a child, my dear man,"" she said. ""A girl. She will mature rapidly, growing to adulthood within a year. And when that happens, I will transfer my soul to her body and continue on, as I have been, for centuries.""
+""What happens ta us?"" asked Hansel.
+The witch chuckled. ""Food,"" she said simply. ""In order for my daughter to gain the full benefits of the spell, she must consume her own father."" Her malevolent eyes drifted briefly to Gretel. ""That she will be able to add her aunt to the feast will be . . . delicious, in many ways.""
+Gretel gasped fearfully, slapping her hands over her mouth. Strangely, however, Hansel remained calm. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly with the beginnings of a smile.
+Meg frowned, perturbed. ""What are you smiling about?""
+""I was just wonderin',"" he said. ""Seems t' be all-important that ya have'ta make it with a virgin for it all t' work.""
+Meg's eyes narrowed. ""Of course,"" she said. ""The ritual depends upon—"" She stopped in mid-sentence, interrupted by a sharp, intense stabbing pain in her abdomen. The witch doubled over, clutching her stomach. Grunts and whimpers of pain fell from her lips.
+""What . . . what's hap—"" she began, then winced harshly, features contorted in agony. The beauty afforded by her magic wavered, revealing glimpses of her twisted, monstrous reality. ""There . . . there's something . . . wrong!""
+Hansel and Gretel both backed off, watching with fear and wonder as Meg convulsed, stumbling about, choking, crying, gasping and grunting. She coughed roughly, blood flying from her mouth. The illusion of beauty vanished completely, revealing the crone in all her ogre-like atrocity.
+Gretel fell back against the cool stove beside the furnace, groping around frantically for some kind of weapon. But the only thing within reach was a large, floral-print oven mitt. Similarly, Hansel fumbled upon the cool metal surface of the table behind him, taking up the only item he could use: a large rolling pin.
+""What . . . did you . . . do!"" howled Meg, bonfire eyes burning into first Hansel, then Gretel as the hag whirled about, convulsing in barely-controlled pain.
+But neither of the twins responded, at least not to the witch. Instead, their eyes flashed quickly to one another's, exchanging a voiceless plan. And in that moment, understanding the rapport between her two captives, Meg instantly deduced the truth. Frantically, she looked back and forth between the twins, mind clouded by shock.
+""You _couldn't_!"" the witch screamed. ""You _wouldn't_!""
+Hansel hefted the large rolling pin in his hands. ""We did,"" he said simply, then nodded toward his sister.
+Quickly, having donned the oven mitt, Gretel reached for the handle upon the furnace-like oven, pulling with all her might. The load groaning of the door compelled the witch to spin about, staring with fear upon the blazing fire that was now fully revealed. ""No!"" she cried, wavering upon pain-inflamed legs.
+""It's ya' own fault,"" hissed Hansel, lining up the rolling pin between the witch's legs and thrusting home. The contoured handle plunged through the silk of Meg's robe and deep inside her nether passage, eliciting a cry of surprise and pain from the witch.
+""Ya wanted t' get fucked,"" growled Hansel, then shoved with all his might. ""Well, now ya fucked!""
+An ear-splitting howl of terror and pain shattered the air as Meg was hurled into the furnace, tumbling face-first into the hellish flames within. Her screams of agony were only slightly muted once Gretel shoved the door closed on the furnace with a thunderous ring of metal upon metal. Sweating and panting from her exertions, Gretel joined her brother, watching the kicking of limbs through the grill, the smell of burning flesh. The screams and flailing faded quickly enough.
+""Well . . ."" panted Gretel. ""'Guess it worked.""
+Hansel turned to his sister and smiled. ""Guess it did, huh?""
+Gretel looked around. ""So, what we gonna do now? Go home? Back t' Mother? Maybe . . . I mean, maybe we can get dad to come away with us somewheres—""
+Hansel shook his head. ""Nah. That kind'a thing only happens in fairy tales.""
+His sister nodded somberly. ""Yeah. Guess you're right.""
+""Well, 'spose we could . . ."" he trailed off, looking about the kitchen.
+Gretel followed her brother's eyes, understanding what he meant. ""But we don't know nothin' 'bout runnin' no diner,"" she pointed out. ""'Sides, won't people wonder what happened'ta Meg?""
+Hansel thought a moment, staring through the grill of the oven at the burning husk of the witch's corpse. ""So we say we're under new management,"" he suggested. ""'Aunt Meg' passed th' place down'ta us.""
+Gretel snorted mirthfully. ""'Aunt Meg?'""
+Hansel grinned. ""Sure. Why not?""
+ ** _Epilogue_**
+The gaudily-painted Cadillac rumbled to a stop in a space before the diner. What had once read "" _Haggie's Diner_ "" had been artfully changed to read "" _the H & G Diner_,"" with a new legend painted beneath: ""Under New Management."" The woman behind the wheel was attractively coifed, clad in the first new dress she had owned in years.
+ _Seems like a nice 'nuff place t' start my search for my new husband,_ she thought wryly _. Poor Lewis. Oh, well, he didn't suffer. In fact, I'm sure he's smilin' right now, knowin' that his life insurance has made life much more interestin' and comfortable for his bereaved widow . . . ._
+She took a table along the wall in the half-full diner, and a pretty young blonde girl appeared to take her order. The woman didn't like the blonde girl at all; she was pretty and busty and, more importantly, young. Three advantages the woman herself lacked, of which she was reminded again and again as the many single men in the diner paid attention to the flirtatious girl and none at all to the matron sitting by herself. By the time she was finished with her meal, she had decided she was not going to tip the bubbly, buxom teen.
+""Getting' near ta closin' time, fellas,"" the blonde announced as she made the rounds of the diner, dropping off checks and picking up dirty plates.
+The few men who lingered, who had been leering and occasionally groping the blonde, all groaned in unison. ""Ya mean I gotta go home t' th' wife, after getting' my eyes full'a you?"" one man lamented.
+Another winked at the tittering teen. ""Well, hey, why don't we all grab some beers, Billie?""
+""Can't tonight,"" Billie said with an apologetic smile. ""Got my monthly date with Sheriff Fred, ya know.""
+The man sighed and groaned again, nodding in understanding. ""Well, there's always tomorrow,"" one said.
+The matron in the corner huffed in disgust. _Little whore,_ she thought acidly _. Hmm. A tryst with th' sheriff, huh? Willin' ta bet that sheriff's married, and his wife sure wouldn't like t' know that hubby's steppin' out with some busty bimbo from a hack diner . . . ._
+The woman dabbed at her mouth with a napkin, then rummaged through her new purse for lipstick. She was vaguely aware of someone standing at the end of her table, so she was not startled when the young man spoke.
+""How was your meal tonight, ma'am?""
+""Fine,"" she said through clenched teeth, not looking up. ""The service could'a been better.""
+""Oh? That ain't like Billie. She's been a real Godsend these past few months, since me an' my sister, here, took over th' place.""
+The woman frowned as she was applying lipstick. _Somethin' 'bout that voice . . . ._ She snapped closed her compact, and with her heartbeat steadily accelerating, lifted her eyes.
+""Hansel,"" she breathed in surprise, looking upon her son, clad in a stained chef's apron. Her eyes drifted past him to his sister. ""Gretel. Wh-what--?""
+""Good t' see ya again, too, Mother,"" Gretel said with a smile. ""Did ya enjoy th' pie?""
+Mother blinked, lips working as she tried to speak. ""Th' . . . th—""
+""Th' _pie_ ,"" Hansel said emphatically. ""We made it special, just for ya."" The smile he wore was identical to his sisters: conspiratorially sinister.
+The twins' mother swallowed nervously, looking at the crust from the slice of pecan pie which had rounded out her meal. She had thought, when the bubbly waitress brought it over with the comment that it was on the house, that the girl had merely been trying to work up her non-existent tip. But now she knew the truth.
+""See, th' layd that used'ta own this place,"" continued Hansel. ""She left behind lots'a interestin' books. Gretel and me, we been doin' a lot'a readin'.""
+Mother took a deep breath, forcing out a smile. ""Well, see, I knew ya two was gonna be just fine, now didn't I?"" she said. ""I just knew it.""
+Hansel's smile was stone. ""I'm sure ya did,"" he responded. ""Just so ya know, then, Gretel and me's doin' pretty well. Got us a good business here. Ya be sure t' come back 'n see us again some time.""  
+Mother rose from the bench, unsure of why she felt a touch of intimidation. It was the way her children were smiling, as if they knew something she did not. That idea alone was enough to make her nervous. Then there was the mention of the pie . . . .
+""I just might do that,"" Mother said, backing toward the door. ""But, it, uh, looks like ya'll're closin' . . . .""
+""Good night, Mother,"" the twins said together, watching the woman leave.
+""Think we should'a told her?"" Gretel asked her brother.
+Hansel smirked. ""Nah. I got a feeling she'll find out right soon enough what the Potion o' th' Ugly Heart does.""
+Gretel chuckled. ""Too bad it's permanent, huh?""
+""Yep. Too bad.""
+***
+Outside in the parking lot, Mother leaned against the Cadillac, catching her breath. Although she could not rid her mind of the thought that her disenfranchised children had done something to her food -- _most likely spiked it with a laxative or somethin'_ \-- the fact that she was away from them gave her some relief.
+ _Well, good for them,_ she thought _. But I definitely ain't never comin' back t' this place._
+Behind her, she heard one of the men from inside the diner clearing his throat. Mother perked at the sound. _Hmm. Perhaps this won't be a total loss after all_ , she thought and turned about, mustering her best seductive smile.
+""'Scuse me an' all, ma'am,"" began the stocky man as he stood beside his Ford pickup. ""But I was wonderin' if ya -- oh! Lordy Jesus!"" he exclaimed, face twisted in an expression of disgust. He fumbled with his keys, running around to the driver's side of the truck. Mother heard him make retching noises before he managed to jerk open the door. Tires screeched upon gravel, making the woman shield her face from flying debris as the truck sped away.
+""Well!"" she sputtered. ""That was just rude!"" No, I definitely ain't comin' back this way.
+Then she turned and caught her own reflection in the darkened windows of the now-closed diner.
+And screamed in terror upon beholding the most hideous, disgusting vision of ugliness she would ever witness. It was a scream so cacophonous that windows rattled and small animals fled. A scream that only ended when the world's ugliest woman finally surrendered to horror-born unconsciousness.
+Within the diner, the twins shared a triumphant look as they gazed out through the windows. ""Ya know, that felt better'n I thought it would,"" Hansel said.
+Gretel inhaled deeply, then let it out. ""Guess it was only right an' just that Mother'd come see us sooner or later,"" she said. She touched her brother's arm. ""Time for bed?""
+Hansel smiled, taking Gretel's hand. ""Time for the rest of our life t' start,"" he said.
+Hand in hand, the twins turned and headed back through the diner, ultimately to their rooms beyond the kitchen. Their hearts felt lighter and their future more clear. Only time would tell what would befall Hansel and Gretel. But one thing was for certain . . . .
+ _They lived happily ever after._"
+226,Modern Fairy Tales Ch. 04,CeriseNoire,Chain Stories,2008-03-14,2008-03-14,2022-01-08 03:52:45,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/modern-fairy-tales-ch-04,Goldilocks: the adventures of an ill-mannered young woman.,['Adult Fairy Tale'],4.31,"_The following story contains explicit situations, and pairings which may offend some readers. Please proceed accordingly._
+\----
+ **Once upon a time** , a young woman stood, talking to herself.
+""Crap!"" Goldie looked around at the deserted streets. ""Today's Sunday. Sunday schedule."" She reached into her purse pulled out a wrinkled pamphlet—of course, she had missed the last bus. She dug into her purse again, until she found her cell phone. A cab would get her out of there. Goldie flipped the phone open, and nothing happened: no light, no sound, no _Hello Gorgeous_ to greet her on the screen. ""Seriously,"" she asked to the night around her, ""what is this? Universe against Goldie Day?""
+Well, that would teach her to explore random little towns on Sundays. Now she was stranded for the night, in a place where she knew no one. Not that anyone was waiting for her at home either. Just her books and her small studio apartment. It wasn't always easy to discern freedom from happiness.
+Goldie looked around. Despite the lighted windows, all the shops were closed. On cue, the sky released a downpour upon the girl, drenching her in an instant. ""That's just perfect."" She rolled her eyes and ran for the cover of one of the shops' awnings.
+As she waited for the rain to subside, Goldie noticed a glowing sign across the street. Curved neon letters spelled out the name of the establishment: Three Bears Pub. Unlike those of the other shops, the lights were off in the tavern. The intermittent glow of the sign bounced off the darkness to reveal what seemed like an apartment above. Goldie squinted until she was able to discern furniture in the window. It was an apartment. _Finally, things are looking up_ , she thought, _if the owners live upstairs, I'll be able to use their phone._
+When the rain diminished, Goldie walked up the pub's door. There was a note on it. ""Off on our annual vacation. See you soon. Love, BBB.""
+Goldie stomped her foot. ""Give me a break,"" she said. Don't tell me they aren't here."" She walked around the building until she found stairs on the side of the building. Hoping that perhaps the owners had simply forgotten to take down the sign, she took the stairs two at a time. It wouldn't cost her anything to check.
+At the top of the stairs, Goldie knocked on the door. ""Hello?"" she called, ""anyone home?""
+There was no answer. She leaned against wood to listen for movement inside—and fell right in.
+The apartment was dark, and seemingly empty, yet Goldie called out one more time. ""Anybody home? I need to use your phone."" She thought of turning around and leaving, but the rain had resumed, and she was still soaked from the first wave. Besides, by staying awhile and guarding the place, she would be doing the residents a favor. After all, it was not very safe to leave the door unlocked. Who would it harm if she stayed and warmed up?
+***
+Goldie did not find a phone in the apartment, so she decided to make herself comfortable while waiting for the rain to subside. First, she needed to get warm. She headed to the bathroom, looking for a towel to dry her hair. As much as she loved the thick, wooly ropes that teased the small of her back, water seemed to take ages to evaporate from the gold and brown mass.
+She had intended to simply grab a towel and move on, but when she saw the custom bathtub in the center of the room, she couldn't keep her eyes from it. It was of flawless enamel, supported by curved, gilded legs. Had it not been large enough to fit several adults, it would have passed for an antique. Suddenly, a hot bath seemed like the most heavenly of prospects. Goldie stepped forward and turned on the hot water. She untied the shoulder knots that held up her dress, and watched the wet fabric pool at her feet.
+Next to the tub, stood three bottles of bath oil on a small table.
+Goldie picked up the first, uncapped it, and grimaced as she took a whiff. ""Too spicy,"" she said.
+So, she put it down and repeated her actions with the second. ""Too sweet.""
+Finally, she tried the third bottle and smiled as she smelled mild cocoa. ""Just right,"" she said as she poured the contents into the rising water.
+While she waited for her bath to be ready, Goldie grabbed a towel from a shelf and wrapped up her hair. When the water reached an acceptable level, she turned it off and stepped into the tub. It was just what she needed. The warmth seeped into her body, melting away the chill from the rain. She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the moment.
+***
+Clad only in bronze skin and the towel holding her hair, Goldie looked into the fridge. Aside from condiments and three bottles of wine, it was empty. Well, it would be wine for dinner then. She took the three bottles and lined them up on the counter. She looked through the drawers and cupboards until she found a bottle opener and a glass.
+She opened the Chardonnay first and took a sip. ""Too bitter."" She put the bottle down.
+So, she opened the White Zinfandel next and tasted it. ""Too sweet."" She put it down as well.
+Finally, she opened a Cabernet Sauvignon and took a sip. ""Just right,"" she said, and she poured herself a full glass.
+Goldie took the glass and the bottle to the living room. Now all she needed was a book. Beside a nice steak, a book was the best complement to a good wine. Hopefully, she would find something to her taste. When she saw the bookcase, Goldie fell in love. Before her were rows upon rows of books, encompassing an entire wall. Old tomes, magazines, paperbacks, this was a booklover's dream. This night was turning out much better than she had expected.
+***
+By the time Goldie had browsed through two thirds of the book collection, the wine was gone, and Goldie felt a bit dizzy. She took the bottle and glass back to the kitchen, and when she opened the dishwasher, she smiled. In the top rack, there was a basket with three silicone butt plugs, washed and ready for use. She grabbed the basket and went to the bedroom.
+She had almost expected to find three beds there, but there was only one, unusually large one. Goldie shrugged and made herself comfortable. She placed the basket on the nightstand, next to the pump bottle of lube there. Eyes closed, she slowed down her breathing.
+Goldie stuck to her habitual method. She began with her heavy breasts, kneading the soft skin and teasing her nipples into sharp points. Eventually, she let her hands roam down her belly, to her inner thighs she massaged the skin there, spreading heat and relaxation through her entire body. She was still avoiding the neediest part of her anatomy, but as always she liked to tease herself.
+Giving in, she cupped one hand over her sex. She moved her hand in wide, slow circles, tilting her hips to increase friction. As she felt her arousal drip from her, Goldie moaned and took her hand away. She pumped lube into her hand and coated the first toy with it. She took a deep breath.
+She pushed the plug into her smaller opening. She frowned. ""Too small,"" she said. She pulled it out and tossed it aside.
+So, she grabbed the second plug and coated it in lube. She tried to push it into herself. ""Ouch, too big,"" she said, and she tossed it aside.
+Finally, she took the third plug, lubed it up, and pushed it inside. ""Mmm, just right,"" she said, enjoying the comfortable fullness.
+She let the plug rest inside of her while her hands resumed the circular tease they had abandoned. She could feel her pleasure mounting—the tightness in her stomach, the tingle between her legs—and she increase the pressure of her hands. She let her finger slip between the folds of her flesh, and felt reality slip entirely from mind into body as she reached her climax.
+***
+Benji took out his key and inserted it in the door. He stopped, and then turned to look at the two men standing behind him. ""Which one of you forgot to lock the door?""
+Brian and Brett looked at each other, but didn't answer.
+The first man pushed the door and walked in, followed by the other two. ""Anyone up for a drink?""
+All three seemed to be in agreement that a drink would do them some good. They stepped into the kitchen.
+""Someone's been drinking my wine!"" said Benji.
+""Someone's been drinking my wine too!"" said Brian.
+""Someone drank all of mine,"" said Brett.
+Obviously, someone had been in their apartment, and for all they knew, that person could still be there. The three men looked in the pantry and in the hall closets, but found no one. They entered the bathroom and found a bright piece of fabric on the tiled floor.
+""Someone's been using my bath oil,"" said Benji.
+""Someone's been using my bath oil too,"" said Brian.
+""Someone used all of mine,"" said Brett.
+They saw the light in the bedroom, so they cautiously walked in that direction. Hopefully their intruder was not armed. As they neared the door, they almost tripped over two slippery objects.
+""Someone's been trying out my toy,"" said Benji.
+""Someone's been trying out my toy too,"" said Brian.
+""Someone's been playing with my toy, and she's still here,"" Brett bellowed.
+Startled by the noise, Goldie opened her eyes and stared at the three men before her. ""Help!"" she screamed, and she ran away.
+Or at least she tried to.
+Brian, still standing by the door, had caught her and sat her back down on the bed. ""So, do you break into people's homes often?""
+Goldie said nothing.
+""Do do you have a name or do we just call you Naked Thief?"" Brian asked.
+""I'm not a thief. Name's Louise, but people call me Goldie. You know, cause of the hair.""
+""Well, Goldie, I'm Brian."" He pointed to the man standing on his right. ""This is Benji, and that's—""
+The third had been standing on the left, observing the situation. ""I'm Brett,"" he said before his friend could finish. His blue eyes traveled Goldie's body, assessing her from head to toe.
+""So, now what?""
+""Now, we call the cops, Ms. Goldie,"" said Brett, his muscular arms crossed in front of him, ""unless you have a better idea.""
+Goldie looked at the three. They certainly were attractive—Benji, tall, lean, blue-black skin, Brian, shorter, bearded, and imposing, and Brett, with his blond hair and carefully sculpted arms—and they did share her taste for toys.
+She stood and hoped all three would enjoy the sight as much as Brett seemed to. ""How about I make it up to you,"" she said.
+To her relief, all three men smiled. Brett pulled her close for a kiss, while Benji and Brian undressed each other. Goldie let herself go soft, confident that the strong arms holding her would not let her fall. As independent as she was, she never could resist men with masculine physiques. Today, she was triply spoiled.
+A pair of hands caressed Goldie's calves, her thighs and her fleshy bottom, while someone nibbled at her neck. She moaned into Brett's mouth and wondered how long it would be before her mounting lust was sated. As if they had felt her need, the two men stepped away from Goldie, and Brett gently let her go. Goldie fell back on the bed, almost dizzy, and sighed. She had not yet had enough of his kiss. The desire was obvious in her eyes as she looked up at Brett.
+Yet, Goldie's attention shifted when lips wrapped her nipple in warmth. She looked down to see Benji's bald skull; the man seemed much too focused on his task to notice her looking. He moved from one breast to the other, sucking on each nipple while he teased the other with his hand.
+Goldie looked up again, curious to see Brett's reaction to the scene. She did not see him where he had been standing. Instead, she saw Brian kneeling before her, his bearded face smiling as he looked between her legs. He hooked his strong hands behind Goldie's knees. The hair on his forearms tickled her calves, until he swiped his tongue against her warming flesh.
+Goldie closed her eyes, allowing her other senses to lead. She was lost, floating between the increasing stimulation of her nipples and the texture of Brian's beard against her wetness.
+""Mmm, that smells good,"" said Brett's voice.
+Goldie opened her eyes to see him sitting next to her naked, stroking himself. He was as aroused as her own scent showed her to be. ""And that,"" she said, looking at his cock, ""looks tasty.""
+Brett smiled and moved closer, so that Goldie could wrap her lips around him. Goldie moaned around his flesh, perhaps because of the taste of him, or perhaps because of the relentless pleasure the other two men provided her.
+Tough he visibly enjoyed Goldie's teasing tongue, Brett pulled away, leaving her mouth with a wet pop. Goldie groaned, as Benji and Brian had also stepped back, abandoning their posts. The three men stood aligned, their cocks standing in salute to her body. She took in their shades, their shapes, their straining tips—each one different, yet enticing.
+She pointed at Benji's cock. ""This one's just right,"" she said.
+Then, she pointed at Brian's. ""This one's just right too.""
+Finally, she pointed at Brett's. ""And this one's just right as well. Lucky me. Shall we do something with them?""
+The men needed no further invitation. They picked her up, and amidst kisses, nibbles, and caresses, Goldie found herself surrounded by manly flesh. She felt a hairy chest pressed against her back, and large hands kneading her breasts. Above her face, dark flesh bobbed up and down, and every time it came close enough, Goldie licked its tip. She reached up, stroking it slowly. When Benji placed a condom between his lips and unrolled it along the length of Brett's cock. When the very tip of his nose disappear in curly golden hair, Goldie shivered, and stroked just a bit faster.
+Once more, the men shifted. Now, Goldie knelt above Brian's waist, flanked by Benji and Brett.
+Brian looked at her, his want apparent, and Goldie let herself sink down, finally feeling him inside of her. Her hips danced in rhythm with his thrusts. She leaned forward, to let him suck on her breasts, and she tightened around him when she felt tongues licking at her other opening. The skin there had always been so sensitive.
+The tongues were soon replaced by fingers, gently massaging her. She heard the unwrapping of another condom, and then Brett's voice.
+""Let's see if you like this as much as you liked my plug,"" he said. He entered her.
+Goldie gasped and took a moment to catch her breath. Once she could breathe again, she arched her back and closed her eyes. The fullness, the friction, it was almost more than she could bear. The two men maintained a careful pace, and Goldie could feel her pleasure mounting.
+She felt lips against her own. She knew they were Benji's. Without opening her eyes, Goldie felt her way to his cock, and resumed her earlier stroking. This time, she matched her speed to that of the two men filling her.
+When she felt Benji begin to twitch, Goldie opened her eyes; she wanted to see him come. She held him until he peaked, and couldn't help but smile when she noticed Brian lick the few drops that landed on his lips. There was more caught in his beard, and the sight sent Goldie over the edge. She whimpered, seemed to hold her breath for a moment, and then cried out before collapsing between Brett and Brian. Thankfully, they soon followed her climax, for she could not have taken much more.
+***
+The four lay in a tangle of limbs, a mix of shades and textures, blissfully exhausted.
+""You know, guys,"" Brian said to his roommates, ""I think it would be nice to have a woman with us around here.""
+""Well, our bed's big enough for four,"" said Benji.
+""And we do seem to like the same toys,"" said Brett. ""So what do you think, Goldie? Can we talk you into staying with us? You can help out downstairs.""
+""Well, I did use to bartend. And I haven't finished looking through your books.""
+""So then: a job, a bed, and three hot men. How does that sound?""
+""I think that sounds fairytale perfect,"" Goldie answered.
+And they lived happily ever after."
+227,Modern Fairy Tales Ch. 05,KarennaC,Chain Stories,2008-03-19,2008-03-19,2022-01-08 03:52:46,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/modern-fairy-tales-ch-05,The Little Mermaid- What will she do to win his love?,"['Female Masturbation', 'First Time', 'Love', 'Magic', 'Mermaid', 'Nonhuman']",3.91,"Once upon a time, in the palace of the Sea King, a party was in full swing. It was the eighteenth birthday of the king's youngest daughter, Ariana, and every merperson in the area had come to celebrate.
+But Ariana wasn't enjoying her party. She preferred peace and quiet to the loud celebrations that often occurred in the palace, and usually managed to slip away after an obligatory few minutes of attendance. Unfortunately, leaving her own birthday festivities wasn't an option. Too many people wanted to speak to her, to congratulate her on becoming an adult, or to dance with her. If she left, everyone would look for her, and her father would be furious.
+Instead, she stayed in the palace ballroom, chafing in the decorative shells and anemones her grandmother had adorned her with. How much longer would this torture go on?
+In addition to her discomfort, Ariana had another reason for wanting the party to end. On this, her eighteenth birthday, she finally had the option of rising to the human world to see the wonders her sisters and friends had told her about. Granted, she would have to remain in the water, and would therefore be unable to see everything she was so curious about, but at least she could get a glimpse of the life humans lived. If she could ever get out of the ballroom.
+Her father came over to her, followed by a merman Ariana hadn't seen before. ""Daughter, I wish you to meet Lord Havian,"" the Sea King said. ""He has traveled quite a distance to attend your birthday ball.""
+""It's a pleasure,"" Ariana lied. She didn't want to meet yet another potential dance partner.
+""The pleasure is mine, Lady Ariana."" Havian took her hand and brought it to his lips. ""I have heard of the beauty of the king's youngest daughter, and wanted to view it for myself.""
+Ariana rolled her eyes. She'd heard many compliments and propositions that night, but none as corny as this. ""I hope I meet your expectations,"" she said.
+""You surpass them,"" Havian replied.
+""Daughter, Lord Havian has requested the pleasure of your company tomorrow,"" the king said. ""He wishes to court you, and I have agreed. Your maid will accompany you tomorrow, and you and Havian may spend the day becoming acquainted.""
+Court her? Ariana was just eighteen! True, three of her sisters had married at her age, but she had no intention of marrying so young. There were too many things she wished to do, too much to see. ""Father, Lord Havian, I appreciate the attention and the compliment, but I do not wish to be courted.""
+""Daughter, you will follow my wishes,"" the king replied. ""Lord Havian made a respectful request, and you will grant it with your company tomorrow. And if all goes well, a wedding will be planned.""
+Over her dead body. Ariana didn't even like the looks of Havian. She could hardly imagine spending her life with him, let alone sharing her body as she knew a wife would be expected to do. Ariana didn't intend to marry at all, and certainly wouldn't marry someone her father had chosen. He might have her best interests at heart, but he, like the rest of her family, did not understand her in the least. ""Father, I don't feel that one day's acquaintance would be sufficient basis for a marriage,"" she said.
+""And as your father, I overrule that decision,"" he replied. ""This is a discussion best held in private, daughter. You do not wish to argue in front of Lord Havian, surely.""
+Ariana didn't actually care who they were arguing in front of, but she knew that to her father, appearances were everything. ""My apologies,"" she said through gritted teeth. ""Father, I wish to take advantage of my option to visit the surface. When might I do so?""
+Havian chuckled. ""I have heard that you are quite fascinated by the tailless beasts who live outside the sea, my dear. Perhaps we could visit the surface together tomorrow.""
+""Perhaps. But for my first visit, I would prefer to go alone."" Ariana turned back to her father. ""Father, when, please? When might I go on my own?""
+The Sea King paused. Ariana was his favorite child, the last his wife had given him before her death, and she greatly resembled her mother. Ariana knew that he might not wish her to go to the surface unaccompanied, but she was certain he would allow it, if for no other reason than he might see its importance to her. Finally he said, ""Remain here for a short time longer, and then you may go.""
+Ariana flung her arms around him. ""Thank you, Father! I promise, I'll be careful not to be seen by the humans.""
+""I trust that will be the case.""
+""I would be pleased to accompany you tonight,"" Havian said.
+""That would be unwise,"" the Sea King said. ""Ariana's maid has been dismissed for the evening, and there would be no one to chaperone. I am not willing to permit you to be alone with my daughter until the engagement is definite. It would not seem right.""
+Havian inclined his head. ""As you wish, Sire. Ariana, perhaps I could trouble you for a dance before you go?""
+Now that she was getting her way, Ariana felt more gracious toward the lord. ""Of course. It would be my pleasure.""
+""Again, lady, the pleasure is mine.""
+He took her hand and they swam into the center of the dancing crowd. Ariana loved to dance, and was generally very graceful. But Havian was clumsy and clunky, and Ariana found herself unable to move the way she wished. Havian seemed to notice no problem; he smiled and chattered as though they were the most graceful couple in the room. Ariana was thankful when the music stopped. ""Thank you for the dance,"" she said.
+""Thank you,"" Havian replied. ""You're a wonderful dancer.""
+Ariana couldn't bring herself to return the compliment; that would be too untruthful. ""Thank you,"" she said instead.
+""Havian!"" A large merman swam to them. ""You old dogfish! It's marvelous to see you."" He realized who Havian was with. ""Princess Ariana. I apologize for my rudeness, lady.""
+""It's fine,"" Ariana said. ""I can see you know Lord Havian. I'll leave the two of you to talk.""
+""I'll find you afterward,"" Havian promised.
+Not if Ariana could help it. Havian's friend was giving her the opportunity to escape for her visit to the surface. ""Until later,"" she said.
+As she swam away, she heard Havian say, ""I can't wait until her father approves our engagement. She's a gorgeous little piece of tail, isn't she?"" His friend rapidly hushed him; one didn't say such things about a princess. Havian's comment made Ariana more determined than before to avoid spending any time with him.
+Without bothering to tell anyone where she was going, she left the ballroom. After overhearing Havian, she had no desire at all to remain. Her father would figure out where she had gone, and she would make her apologies to him and to any remaining guests when she returned. But now she needed to be away from the noise and the crowd. She needed to see the surface world.
+Once out of the palace, Ariana swam swiftly upward. Her older sisters, who had already made this journey, had pointed her in the direction that would bring her to what they claimed was one of the most interesting parts of the surface world. ""Buildings higher than the palace!"" they'd claimed. ""And so many humans! You'd never believe it if we told you.""
+Maybe not, but Ariana had always wished they would tell her more. Now, at last, she would have the chance to find out for herself.
+She broke the surface of the water and looked around. Above her hung a large, white globe, surrounded by many points of light. ""Moon and stars,"" she reminded herself from what she had learned about the human world. ""They're beautiful!""
+Ahead of her, she saw the city her sisters had told her about. She swam closer, drinking in the sight of the glowing lights and huge structures. How had humans built such enormous things?
+A roar sounded from above her. Frightened, Ariana looked up and saw blinking lights passing over her. What was it? It appeared not to notice her, so Ariana relaxed and continued her swim.
+As she neared the city, she saw some familiar things. Boats. She'd only seen them from below, of course, but they were immediately recognizable. Humans walked about on the decks of the boats, and in the still night air Ariana could hear their voices, though she couldn't make out the words they said. They were fascinating creatures, even more than she'd imagined they would be: the way they moved about on what she knew were called legs, the strange items that covered their bodies. Perhaps these items were needed in the air; it seemed colder than the ocean to her.
+Cautious not to allow herself to be seen, Ariana swam still closer. Nearer the land, the boats were smaller, each occupied by only a few humans. Music played from some of the boats, some soft and beautiful, some loud and painful to Ariana's ears. But all of it was fascinating. Despite the stories from her sisters, she'd never expected anything like this.
+Suddenly she heard a scream from one of the boats. She turned in time to see a human body hit the water. Rapidly, Ariana dove beneath the waves and swam to the site. She knew humans couldn't live below the ocean; this one might need her help.
+When she reached the place, she saw a beautiful young man. His eyes were closed, and bubbles came from his nose. His long legs dangled beneath him. He seemed unable to swim to the surface. Ariana knew she wasn't supposed to interact with humans, but she couldn't allow this one to die. She grasped him beneath his arms and pulled him toward the land.
+As she got closer to the land, the water became shallower. Long posts sank from above the water down into the sand below her, holding up flat structures to which some boats were tied. Looking up through the water, Ariana saw humans on the flat structures. Perhaps they would be able to help the young man. She pushed him ahead of her to the surface and held him, hoping that none of the humans would see her.
+She heard a shout. ""Someone's in the water!""
+A splash sounded beside her. Quickly she let go of the man and swam away. She didn't want to; she wanted to remain with the young man and make sure he was all right. She wanted to stay with him in his world. She had never seen anything like him; she wanted to see more.
+But she couldn't stay. She wasn't human, and it made no sense to her that she would want to stay with such a strangely-shaped creature. Nor would it be safe to do so; her entire life, she had been taught not to let humans see her. She waited until she saw the young man pulled from the water, then returned to her home. The party had ended; her father awaited her to confront her about leaving without notice. Ariana pretended to listen, but all the while, her mind was on the young man she had rescued. When she finally retired to her room for the night, he filled her dreams.
+* * *
+The next day, Lord Havian arrived at the palace before Ariana was fully awake. Reluctantly, she allowed her maid to assist her with the shells a princess was required to wear in her hair and on her tail. Her breasts, of course, were left bare; mermaids had no reason to cover themselves. Ariana was aware that mermen considered breasts alluring, but they were as much a part of the body as a tail or hair. It would never occur to her, or any other mermaid, to hide them.
+Havian awaited her in her father's throne room. Her father stood beside him, indicating without words his approval of the man. Ariana's maid followed her and waited politely at the doorway to the throne room. ""Daughter, Havian has arrived to spend the day with you,"" her father said. ""Your maid, of course, will accompany you as chaperone. I trust that you will allow Havian to take you where he will, and that you will make an honest attempt to become acquainted with him so that you might make a wise decision as to his proposal.""
+Ariana had already decided. She wouldn't marry Havian under any circumstances. But it would only anger her father to hear that. He wanted what was best for her; she just didn't agree with his assessment of what was best. ""Of course, Father,"" she replied.
+""Enjoy yourselves."" The Sea King returned to his throne, dismissing them.
+Havian took Ariana's hand. She cringed at his touch, but managed to hide it. ""Where shall we go, lady?"" he asked. ""What have you always wished to see?""
+The city above the waves, she thought but did not say. ""I shall go wherever you wish to take me,"" she replied.
+""Very well. I know of a beautiful area nearby, filled with rocks and anemones. I think you will enjoy it. It is nearly as lovely as you.""
+Ariana rolled her eyes at the compliment, and did not thank him for it. Something about his words rang insincere. This man thought nothing of her, save what he would gain by marrying a princess. He would play the part, she could see; he would act as though he loved her until he had what he wanted. But she hadn't forgotten the overheard comment at the ball. What he wanted was something far less innocent than her time.
+At least with her maid along, he would be unable to make any attempt at anything inappropriate. The maid had served Ariana nearly all her life, and would allow no harm to come to her. Ariana trusted the woman with her life.
+As he had said, Havian brought them to a small garden-like area not far from the palace. Ariana wondered that she had not discovered it herself on one of her exploratory trips. ""It is lovely,"" she said. ""Thank you for bringing me here.""
+""Its loveliness pales in comparison to yours.""
+Havian pulled her to him and pressed his lips to hers. Ariana struggled, but he was much stronger than she. His tongue insinuated itself between her lips; his hand came up to cover one small breast. Ariana slapped his arm, but he did not let go. And her maid did not speak up to stop him.
+Finally, Ariana was able to break the kiss. But Havian did not release her breast. ""I suggest you move your hand,"" Ariana said coldly.
+""Do you not enjoy my touch, lady?"" Havian asked. ""All women like to have their bodies admired by men.""
+""I do not wish you to touch me at all."" Ariana looked around for her maid, who waited at the edge of the garden. ""Why don't you help me?""
+""Lord Havian is doing nothing wrong."" The maid smiled. ""This is what womanhood is, my lady. This is what marriage will be. Enjoy what he offers.""
+""Indeed, enjoy it,"" Havian said. ""Your maid already has.""
+Stunned, Ariana looked at her maid, who met her eyes with a lascivious smile. ""You planned this,"" Ariana said. ""You planned to bring me here and- and-""
+""Of course, lady,"" Havian replied. ""Surely you don't expect me to propose without sampling you."" He caressed her lower back. ""What shall I sample first?""
+""Nothing!"" Ariana jammed her elbow into Havian's ribs and rapidly swam away.
+Once out of danger, Ariana burst into tears. How could her trusted maid have betrayed her this way? She had expected no better from Havian, but she had thought she would be able to depend on her maid to ensure her safety.
+She swam toward the palace, but stopped before she reached it. What would she tell her father? Would he believe the truth? He had seemed pleased about the impending match with Havian. Perhaps he had known Havian's intentions. Even if he hadn't, he would be angry, and Ariana was uncertain at whom he would direct the anger. She had done nothing wrong, but her father might see it as rudeness on her part that she had fought Havian rather than simply turning him down.
+She didn't want to return to the palace anyway. Ariana knew where she wanted to go. The young man she had saved was still in her thoughts, and she felt undeniably drawn to him. In her current form, she would be unable to find him, but if she were human... And being human, she would be able to live in the human world as she'd often dreamed, and would be away from Havian and others like him who sought to bed and wed a princess. In the human world, no one would know who she was.
+Only one merperson could help her with that, and it was one Ariana was afraid to encounter. The Sea Witch, she who assisted the merfolk when she desired and made their lives more difficult when it pleased her to do so. Ariana knew the Sea Witch had the power to make her human, but she would have to offer something in return. What could she give?
+As she swam to the Sea Witch's cave, Ariana searched her mind for something to offer. All the treasures she had were at the palace, and she had no way to retrieve them. The only item she had that the Sea Witch might find of value was a beautiful shell that had belonged to her mother. Ariana didn't want to give it up, but if it meant she could go to the human world and find the man who had taken over her thoughts, she would do it.
+At the Sea Witch's cave, Ariana was met by two large sharks, who swam back and forth in front of the entrance, preventing any but the bravest from going inside. Ariana swallowed her fear and swam directly toward them, singing as she went. To her surprise, they allowed her to pass.
+The Sea Witch waited just inside. ""Greetings, Princess,"" she said. ""I have been expecting you.""
+""Then you know why I'm here?""
+""Indeed. You wish to be a human, one of those poor unfortunates who never know the joy of the sea, who are forced to walk about on two spindly sticks rather than gliding effortlessly through the water. Why do you wish this, Princess?""
+""I visited the surface last night during my birthday ball,"" Ariana said. ""I encountered one of them, a man who had fallen from a boat. He was beautiful, and I wish to find him again, for I can't stop thinking about him.""
+""It is unlikely you would be able to find him,"" the Sea Witch said. ""The city which you saw contains thousands of humans. Most of them do not even know each other, and you know nothing of this man save what he looks like. How would you locate him?""
+""If you can make me human, you can give me something that would enable me to find him. Please. I can't return to the palace; my father wishes to marry me off, and the man he has chosen is, in my mind, far from suitable. I want to marry for love, and I love the human I saved last night.""
+""Love does not develop as quickly as that,"" the Sea Witch said. ""It is cultivated over time. However, you are clearly infatuated with the man, and therefore I will help you. I can transform you into a human woman, and I can aid you in finding this man. However, once you find him, you must attract him on your own. You must gain his love. Should you be unable to do so, you will die in human form, and will never see your home again. Are you willing to give this up for a man you have seen only once?""
+""I would give up anything for him. If I die, at least I'll have experienced humanity. And maybe I will gain his love.""
+The Sea Witch nodded. ""Then first I must have your payment.""
+""I haven't much to offer. Only this shell."" Ariana held up the shell that had been her mother's. ""It is dear to me, but I will give it up for this opportunity.""
+""Keep your bauble,"" the Sea Witch replied. ""I wish something that is more a part of you. I will take your voice.""
+""My voice? But without that, how can I speak to the young man? How will I get him to love me if I cannot talk to him?""
+""Women have many ways to attract men. Your form, your movements, the swing of your hair, all these things will draw the man to you if you use them properly. Your eyes speak volumes, Princess, without you uttering a sound. You will find a way. Your voice is the payment I require. Will you give it?""
+What choice did she have? Return to her normal life and risk being married off to a man she despised, or give the Sea Witch what she demanded and chance finding true love. ""I will,"" she said.
+Those were the last words Ariana ever uttered. The moment her agreement was given, the Sea Witch forced her mouth against Ariana's, as Havian had done. The witch's slimy tongue pushed into Ariana's mouth, and Ariana felt something give way and flow into the witch. She wanted to vomit from the sensation of the witch's tongue in her mouth, but mercifully, the witch released her before that occurred. ""Open your mouth, Princess,"" the witch ordered. ""Try to speak.""  
+Ariana tried to say something, but no sound came out save her breath. She couldn't say a word.
+""Wonderful!"" the Sea Witch exclaimed. ""You have paid your price, Princess, and now I will keep my end of the bargain."" She took a vial of foul-looking, smoky stuff from a shelf and held it out to Ariana. ""Swim to the surface, then drink this. Your tail will split in two and become those 'legs' of which humans are so proud. You must leave the water within moments of your transformation, or you will drown, for you may be able to swim as a mermaid but you will not have the skill as a human. There will be pain, Princess, make no mistake about that. With each step you take on those legs of yours, it will feel as though you are being stabbed in the soles of your feet. And there may come a time after you find your man when you will feel a sharper pain and will bleed. You have seven days to win his love or you will die, and will turn to sea foam as do all merfolk. Any questions?"" She waited a moment, but of course Ariana said nothing. The witch laughed. ""Of course, if you had questions you could not tell me. One more thing I will give you.""
+She took a strip of skin- Ariana tried not to think about what that skin might have come from- and on it wrote with a quill and ink. Handing this to Ariana along with the vial, she said, ""You cannot tell your love your name, but you are being brave and deserve to be known by your true name. That is what that skin says. Ariana. Study it and perhaps you will learn to write the human language so that in time, if there is time, you might communicate with him.""
+Ariana bowed her head to show her thanks to the witch and left the cave. The sharks did not hinder her; they were there only to prevent people from entering, not from leaving. Ariana swam rapidly toward the surface, hoping she would not encounter any other merfolk. But her passage was unnoticed, and she arrived at the surface within minutes.
+The Sea Witch had told her she would need to leave the water immediately after taking the potion, so Ariana swam as close to land as she could without being seen before she uncorked the vial. A foul smell emanated from it, and she almost lost her nerve. But this was her one chance to find her love, her one chance to escape the life her father had planned for her. Ariana took a deep breath, then swallowed the contents of the vial.
+The effects were immediate. Her tail was torn in two; the pain was excruciating, though mercifully it didn't last. Looking down through the water, Ariana saw her beautiful green-blue tail change into two legs the color of the flesh on her upper body. Between her legs was a patch of hair the color of that on her head. A strange place for it; Ariana was not quite certain of its purpose. And her mind was unable to focus enough to figure it out; although the pain had abated, she could not get used to the feeling of legs rather than tail.
+Her time was running out, as well. The Sea Witch had told her she would drown if she did not get out of the water. Ariana tried to swim to the land, but could not coordinate her legs to get her there. With her arms alone, she dragged herself through the water, hoping she would be found before she sank below the waves. She couldn't drown before she found her love.
+A shout came from above. ""Someone's in the water!""
+""What the hell?"" another voice said. ""It's the week for near-drownings, I guess.""
+A splash beside her, and Ariana felt strong arms gripping her, pulling her from the sea. She turned to see the face of her rescuer and almost fainted when she recognized the young man she had saved. Clearly the Sea Witch had kept her word that she would enable Ariana to find him.
+He pulled her to the edge of the water, and his friend assisted him in bringing her onto dry land. For the first time, Ariana felt something dry and solid beneath her. She almost laughed with joy at the feeling, but stopped herself. She would have been unable to laugh anyway, without a voice.
+""She's naked,"" the man's friend said.
+""Yeah, well, sometimes people try to drown themselves without clothes,"" the young man retorted. ""Close your mouth and get your mind out of the gutter. She looks like she's in shock."" Lowering his voice to a gentle tone, he said to Ariana, ""Are you hurt? Where did you come from?""
+Ariana shook her head in response to his first question, but of course could not answer the second. Even had she been able to speak, she wouldn't have known what to say. Surely she couldn't tell him the truth of where she was from.
+""Can you talk?"" the man asked.
+Again Ariana shook her head. Remembering the strip of skin she still clutched in her hand, she held it out to him. ""Ariana,"" he read. ""That's your name?""
+Ariana smiled and nodded. She loved the way her name sounded in his mouth, as though his lips and tongue were caressing it. ""My name is Finn,"" he said. ""Are you from around here? Do you live nearby?"" Ariana shook her head. ""Do you have friends near here?"" Finn asked.
+Another head shake. ""Good grief,"" Finn's friend said. ""Apparently she just appeared out of thin air. What are you going to do with her, Finn?""
+""The first thing is to get some clothes on her and get her warm."" Finn took off his shirt, revealing a broad, muscular chest. He handed the shirt to Ariana. ""Put that on. Garrett, go to the truck and get my spare swim trunks. Those will work as shorts for her. When we get back to my place, I'll call my sister and see if she has any clothes she can lend Ariana.""
+""Your place?"" Garrett asked. ""You're taking a strange girl to your place? You're nuts! She could be a psycho or something.""
+Finn looked into Ariana's eyes. ""I don't think so. I think she's just lost, and I want to help her. Ariana, put the shirt on.""
+Ariana looked at the garment, clueless. She had seen how the shirt looked on Finn, and how he had removed it, but she didn't know how to put it on. After a moment, Finn took it from her. ""Hold up your arms,"" he said. Ariana obeyed.
+""Okay, either she has a head injury or she's really stupid,"" Garrett said.
+""Shut up."" Finn eased the shirt over Ariana's head, then manipulated her arms through the sleeves. He was taller than she, and the shirt hung nearly to midthigh on her. ""That's better,"" Finn said. ""Garrett, thought I asked you to get those swim trunks.""
+""I wanted one last look at her body. She's hot, even if there is something wrong with her.""
+Finn smacked him. ""You want to walk home? Stop saying shit like that. Come on, Ariana. You understand what's happening, right? You're going to come back to my place until we figure out where you belong.""
+Ariana nodded. As far as she was concerned, Finn's place was where she belonged, but she couldn't tell him that. Perhaps she would figure out how to write enough to tell him her feelings, someday. Someday before her seven days were over.
+""All right, then let's go,"" Finn said. ""And don't pay any attention to Garrett. He just doesn't know any better.""
+""I know better than to bring someone you just fished out of the harbor to my house,"" Garrett said.
+""That's because you still live with your mommy and daddy.""
+Finn led Ariana to a large piece of metal. As she walked, just as the Sea Witch had said, a stabbing sensation covered the soles of her feet. It hurt, but Ariana kept her mind on Finn and barely noticed the pain.
+Round rubber objects were at the bottom of the metal object, and it had glass through which Ariana could see inside it. She rested the palm of her hand against it, feeling the warmth that the metal had soaked up from the sun. ""It's not much, but it's mine,"" Finn said. He opened one of the doors. ""Get in.""
+""Where am I supposed to sit?"" Garrett demanded.
+""You're a pain in the ass,"" Finn said. ""Ariana's small; she can sit in the middle.""
+Ariana climbed into the vehicle and slid to the middle of the seat. The seat was hot beneath her thighs, painfully so. ""Sorry about the seat,"" Finn said. He fished a piece of cloth from behind the seat and gave it to her. ""Sit on this towel. That will make it better.""
+Ariana lifted her buttocks from the seat and placed the towel beneath her, then sat back down. The towel covered the unpleasant heat, though she could still feel warmth through it. The men got into the vehicle on either side of her. ""Fasten your seat belt, Ariana,"" Finn said.
+Ariana had no idea what he was talking about. She watched as he and Garrett brought strips of fabric and metal across their chests and abdomens and fastened them beside Ariana. ""Seat belt,"" Garrett repeated, enunciating each word. ""Good lord, Finn, I don't think she get anything.""
+""It's like she's never seen a car or truck before."" Finn reached between himself and Ariana and pulled out a similar strip of fabric and metal. ""This one doesn't go across your chest,"" he said. He brought it over Ariana's abdomen and fastened it between Ariana and Garrett. As he did so, his hand brushed Ariana's belly, making her shiver.
+Finn inserted a small piece of metal into a slot in front of him and turned it. The engine was much louder than that of any boat Ariana had ever heard, and she jumped. But she did recognize the sound. ""Are you scared or something?"" Garrett asked her.
+Ariana shook her head. The noise had startled her, but she knew that with Finn beside her, she was safe from anything. And after the initial sound of starting up, the engine was a pleasant, relaxing noise.
+Finn moved a lever and pressed a pedal on the floor. The engine sounded louder, and then the vehicle began to move, Finn's hands on the wheel in front of him steering it onto a street where many other vehicles moved. Ariana was thankful for what she had learned of the surface world; although these objects were unfamiliar to her, she realized now what they were, and was fascinated. Just as boats moved through water, these vehicles moved on land, rolling along on the round rubber beneath them.
+Ariana watched intently through the glass as they passed other vehicles and buildings. She was so occupied with trying to see everything at the same time that she barely noticed Garrett's thigh pressing against hers. Then he placed his hand on her leg, and she started. ""A little jumpy, huh?"" he said softly. ""What do you expect when you walk around naked.""
+Ariana slapped his hand. The movement caught Finn's attention, and he glanced over. ""You want to get your ass out of my truck, Garrett?"" he snapped.
+""What are you talking about?""
+""Keep your hands off her, or I'll drop you off right here. Without stopping.""
+""Why? You want her for yourself?""
+""I don't think she's like that. She's too innocent. Just leave her alone. You have plenty of women to choose from; you don't need her.""
+""Whatever."" Garrett shifted himself away from Ariana.
+Ariana studied Finn gratefully. Garrett wanted the same from her that Havian had attempted to take, and Finn had stopped him. Ariana began now to understand what the Sea Witch had meant, that her body would attract men's attention, that she had means other than her voice to earn Finn's love. Finn clearly cared for her already; he had treated her with so much kindness without even knowing who she was. Ariana sent a silent thanks to the Sea Witch for her assistance in finding Finn, a task that might have been impossible otherwise.
+After several minutes, Finn stopped the vehicle in front of a large brick structure. ""This is my apartment building,"" he said. ""You can come in. Garrett, go home.""
+""Yeah, whatever,"" Garrett snarled. ""Thanks for nothing.""
+""Asshole,"" Finn muttered.
+Garrett got out of the vehicle and slammed his door so hard the vehicle shook. Ariana shuddered. ""Don't worry,"" Finn told her. ""He'll get over it. He just thinks any female is fair game to drag into bed.""
+Ariana looked at him curiously, not quite understanding what he meant. Finn smiled. ""You don't have to worry about me. I'm not trying to get anything from you; I just want to help you. Garrett doesn't grasp the concept of helping someone without expecting something in return. Come on, let's get you inside and find something else you can wear. You look very nice in my T-shirt, but it isn't exactly acceptable to wear in public.""
+They got out, and Finn led Ariana into the building. Several doors lined the hallway. Did Finn live in this entire structure? It was as large as her father's palace! But he unlocked one door and pushed it open to reveal a small room containing a pair of stuffed chairs and a small kitchen. ""It isn't much, but it's big enough for one,"" Finn said. They went inside, and he closed the door and pointed to another door beside one chair. ""That's the bedroom. You can sleep in there while you're here; I'll sleep in my recliner.""
+Ariana shook her head. It wasn't fair for him to give up his own comfort for her. But then she realized it was another indication of how much he cared for her. Perhaps seven days would be enough to gain his love and make her transformation permanent.
+""Yes, I will,"" Finn said. ""Don't worry; I don't mind it. I fall asleep in the recliner sometimes when I'm watching TV. I can manage to sleep there for a few days, till we find out where you're supposed to be.""
+Ariana smiled thankfully at him. But in her heart, she wanted him to sleep beside her, not in another room. The touches she had experienced from Havian and Garrett filled her with revulsion, but from Finn, she would not only tolerate but would enjoy such caresses. Even if he laid no finger on her, feeling the warmth of his body beside her would be wonderful.
+Finn opened the bedroom door. The room was so small the bed took up nearly the entire space. ""Sorry it's so small,"" Finn said. ""You can take a nap if you want. I'm going to call my sister and see if she can bring over some clothes for you to borrow. You're about her size.""
+Ariana nodded her thanks and lay down on the bed. The T-shirt she wore rode up, revealing the tops of her thighs and what lay between them. Finn gulped and said. ""You can get under the sheet if you want. Sleep well.""
+He backed out of the room and closed the door. Ariana slipped under the sheet. Why had Finn seemed so flustered? He hadn't reacted that way when he'd seen her nude at the shore, but it seemed the sight of the place between Ariana's legs upset him.
+Ariana touched the hair down there. It was soft and curly. She slid her fingers lower and encountered a hard nub. Touching it made her shiver; she hadn't felt anything that pleasurable before. Experimentally, she pushed on it harder and caught her breath. What an amazing sensation!
+What else was down there? Ariana was reluctant to stop touching the nub, but was curious. She felt a small opening right behind the nub; when she touched it, she felt the need to urinate. How did humans do that? She got off the bed and opened the door. Finn was sitting on one of the chairs, talking into a small device. ""I don't know where she's from,"" he said. ""She doesn't talk."" He noticed Ariana in the doorway. ""Ariana, do you need something?""
+Ariana nodded, but was unable to think of a way to explain what she needed. ""If you're thirsty, there's some bottled water in the fridge,"" Finn said. ""And that door right there is the bathroom. You might need to go; sorry I didn't think of it.""
+The word ""bathroom"" was unfamiliar to Ariana, but she decided to check it out. Inside were a low porcelain seat, with a large hole in it, a stall enclosed by a curtain, and a taller porcelain item. This last looked somewhat familiar to Ariana; she had seen things like it in the piles of cast-off surface items she had found on the bottom of the sea. She turned one of the knobs and water gushed out. This must be how humans cleaned themselves.
+The seat was a mystery to her. Ariana sat on it and relaxed. To her astonishment, water gushed from her! The relief for her bladder was immediate. This was how humans urinated? How strange!
+Ariana stood and turned on the water again. She ran her hands through it, enjoying the moisture on her skin, then left the room. ""Ariana, next time you go to the bathroom, please close the door,"" Finn said. ""And you need to flush the toilet, please.""
+Ariana looked at him, confused. The toilet? Which item was that, and what did ""flush"" mean? ""You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?"" Finn said. ""Here, let me show you.""
+He led her back into the bathroom and pointed at the seat. ""This is the toilet,"" he said. He pushed a metal lever, and with a loud noise, the water inside the toilet was sucked down. ""And that's flushing. Do that every time you use the toilet, okay?""
+Ariana nodded. ""Where do you come from?"" Finn said. ""Where is it that doesn't have cars and toilets?""
+He seemed to be talking to himself more than to her, so Ariana didn't worry about answering. She touched his shoulder in thanks and went back to the bedroom.
+With the door closed, she lay on the bed again and resumed her exploration. Beyond the first hole between her legs was another, larger hole. Ariana slipped a finger inside. The feeling was wonderful. She moved her finger in and out, longing for something, though she didn't know what. After a few moments, she returned to the nub, rubbing and pressing it until suddenly it felt as though every atom of her body was coming apart.
+Frightened, Ariana lay still until the feeling subsided. She wasn't sure what had happened, but although it scared her, it had also been the most incredible thing she'd ever felt. Was this what a man might make a woman feel? What would it be like if Finn's fingers instead of her own touched her there?
+Ariana turned onto her side and closed her eyes. Within moments, she was asleep.
+She woke to the sound of voices in the other room. Cautiously she opened the door and saw two women sitting in the second chair in the room. Finn noticed Ariana and smiled. ""Ariana, come meet my sister Jackie and her friend Petra,"" he said. ""Jackie, this is Ariana, the mystery girl.""
+Jackie looked at Ariana suspiciously. ""She's very pretty. Hello, Ariana. I'd like to know more about you. My brother's a little too trusting sometimes.""
+""Oh, Jackie, stop it."" Petra smiled. ""Hello, Ariana. Finn's been telling us about you. It's nice to meet you."" She wriggled out of the chair and picked up a pile of fabric from the floor. ""We brought you some clothes,"" she said. ""I hope they'll fit. Finn's right, you can't walk around in that T-shirt.""
+""You guys astound me,"" Jackie said. ""How could she not have clothes? How come she can't tell us anything? Ariana, you can write, can't you? You could write down stuff, if my brother hadn't been too clueless to think of it.""
+""I'm not clueless,"" Finn protested. He got up and took a thin stick and pad of paper from the top of a tall thing in the kitchen, and brought them to Ariana. ""Here. You can write, right?""
+Ariana studied the stick. She'd never seen anything like it, and had no idea what it might have to do with writing. After a moment, Finn pulled part of it off and ran the other part over the paper. It left a mark behind. ""This is writing,"" he said. He wrote the same letters the Sea Witch had scribed on the piece of skin. ""And this is your name. Can you write anything about where you're from?""
+Ariana shook her head, but took the stick and clumsily copied the letters Finn had formed. ""Good job,"" he said. He turned to his sister and her friend. ""Guess writing is out. Petra, why don't you help her with those clothes? She had trouble with the T-shirt when I gave it to her to put on.""
+""This is ridiculous!"" Jackie said. ""No one is that ignorant!""
+Petra took Ariana's hand and pulled her into the bedroom. She shut the door. ""They'll argue for a while, but we don't have to listen to it,"" she said. ""Now, let's see what you should try on first.""
+Ignoring the raised voices in the other room, Ariana and Petra passed the next while looking at the clothes. Petra patiently helped Ariana try things on, in the process teaching her how to put them on and take them off herself. When they finally emerged from the bedroom, Ariana was dressed in a pine green tank top and denim shorts. Finn's eyes widened when he saw her. ""You look very pretty, Ariana,"" he said.  
+""Yeah. Really pretty."" Jackie sounded completely insincere. ""It's a good color for her, I guess. So are we going shopping, Petra? I guess we need to replace the clothes she's borrowing.""
+""Jackie, give it a rest!"" Finn snapped. ""I don't know what your problem is, but Ariana isn't here to take advantage of anyone. She needs help, and I'm helping her.""
+""You're too nice. But whatever."" Jackie stood. ""See you later, little brother.""
+Petra gave Finn a peck on the lips. ""Don't worry about it, Finn. She'll get over it."" She followed Jackie out the door.
+Finn looked at Ariana and forced a smile. ""Don't worry. Jackie's always been a little overprotective of me. Did you have a good nap?""
+Ariana nodded. ""That's good,"" Finn said. ""Maybe tomorrow we can go somewhere, get out of here. I mean, I'm sure you don't want to spend all your time in my apartment."" He yawned. ""But right now, I think I need to sleep. See you in the morning, okay?""
+Ariana nodded and gestured toward the bedroom. ""No, you sleep there,"" Finn told her. ""I meant what I said. You sleep in there and I'll sleep here. It'll be fine."" He pulled a lever on the side of the chair and a footrest sprang up. He pushed back against the back of the chair until he was lying almost flat. ""See? I'll be all right. Good night, Ariana.""
+Ariana smiled and went back into the bedroom. She thought she wasn't tired anymore, but she fell asleep almost immediately.
+* * *
+Over the next few days, Ariana and Finn grew more accustomed to each other. He worked, but taught her how to use the TV and the DVD player so she was entertained while he was gone, and took her out to see the city when he returned home at night. Although the walks they took were painful to Ariana, she never minded. At least she was with Finn. A couple of times, Petra joined them. She seemed to like Ariana, and flirted constantly with Finn, though Ariana thought it was just a game between the two of them.
+After they returned home on those nights, Ariana listened while Finn talked about himself, his past, his dreams. She sensed that he didn't often open up to others, and was honored that he felt he could talk to her. She only wished she could return the favor; she wanted Finn to know everything about her, but despite her best efforts, she still could write only her name, and of course couldn't speak.
+Ariana spent much of her time alone trying to decide how best to show her feelings for Finn. Her love for him deepened daily, and she was certain he felt the same, though she desperately wanted him to say so. She also continued her explorations of herself. She discovered the kind of touch that made her feel best, and experienced many more of the bursts of pleasure she'd given herself on the first evening at Finn's. Among the DVDs Finn had, she found some that showed men and women together, touching each other and doing what the people in the films called ""fucking"". After watching those, Ariana always felt the desire to touch herself, or better yet, to try what was in the films with Finn.
+But with only two days remaining of her seven, Ariana was no closer than on the first day to winning Finn's love. He cared for her, clearly, but she needed him to truly love her and to express that love. Finally, she made a decision. She understood from watching the DVDs what Havian and Garrett had wanted from her, and she determined that she would give that to Finn.
+He came home from work exhausted and sat in his recliner. ""Ariana, I'm sorry, but I'm not up to going out tonight,"" he said. ""It was a really long day, and I just want to rest. Is that okay?""
+Ariana nodded and went to him. On one of the DVDs she'd watched, a man had come home tired and his woman had rubbed his neck and shoulders. The man had seemed to enjoy it, and it had led to more. Perhaps Finn would enjoy a shoulder rub. Ariana stood behind the recliner and began to gently rub. ""Mmm,"" Finn said. ""That feels nice, Ariana. Keep going, please.""
+Ariana massaged his neck and shoulders, pleased with Finn's sounds of appreciation. After a few moments, she gave into an impulse and bent to kiss his lips. ""Ariana?"" Finn said. ""What are you doing?""
+Ariana replied by pressing her lips more forcefully against his. Finn pulled her around the chair and onto his lap. His tongue slid between Ariana's lips; unlike that of the Sea Witch, Finn's tongue felt pleasant against Ariana's own. The kiss brought a feeling of tingling moisture to the spot between Ariana's legs, and the feeling grew stronger when Finn's hand caressed one small breast.
+Abruptly, Finn broke the kiss, though he didn't remove his hand from her breast. ""What am I doing? Ariana, I'm sorry. I shouldn't...""
+Ariana covered his hand with her own and smiled reassuringly. ""Do you want this?"" Finn asked. ""Do you understand what's going to happen if we don't stop now?""
+Ariana didn't understand, not completely, but she knew it would be what the men and women in the DVDs did, and she knew she wanted Finn to do that to her. She nodded and moved his hand from her breast between her legs. ""Ariana,"" Finn moaned. ""All right. All right. I've wanted you since I found you. If you want me, then okay. But in bed. This chair isn't comfortable enough for fucking.""
+Ariana gracefully slipped from his lap. More clumsily, Finn got up from the chair, almost falling over the footrest. Was he this flustered because of her? Now Ariana knew why he'd seemed so nervous her first night there, when he'd seen her naked parts on his bed. She extended her hand to him and he took it and followed her into the bedroom.
+Beside the bed, he pulled her close against him and renewed their kiss. As his tongue explored her mouth, his hands roamed her body. He didn't touch between her legs, not yet, but his touch on even the bare skin of her legs set her body on fire. She felt as though she would explode from the pleasure of it. Growing bolder, she moved her own hands over his body, feeling his chest beneath his T-shirt, caressing his buttocks.
+Against her belly she felt something hard, and reached between herself and Finn to touch it. It was a large bulge in the front of Finn's pants. Cautiously, not wanting to hurt him, Ariana put some pressure on it. ""Oh, god, Ariana, that feels good!"" Finn exclaimed. ""Here. Wait a minute.""
+He let go of her and peeled off his clothes, then helped Ariana off with hers. For the first time in real life, Ariana saw a naked human other than herself. Between his legs Finn had what the men in the DVDs had, a hard shaft with two small sacs hanging beneath them. In person, the shaft looked larger than the ones in the films. Ariana reached for them, then looked at Finn questioningly. He nodded. ""You can touch. You can touch me anywhere you want,"" he said hoarsely. ""Have you done this before?""
+Ariana shook her head and cupped the sacs in her hand. Finn moaned. ""Ariana, wait, please."" She took her hand away, and he caught it in both his hands. ""Ariana, have you ever had sex before? Ever done anything with a man?""
+Again Ariana shook her head. ""Are you sure you want to do this now, with me?"" Finn asked. ""I want to. God, I want to. But if it's your first time, it will hurt, and I don't want to hurt you.""
+Hurt? How could it hurt? Ariana stroked Finn's shaft and a thought occurred to her. Her fingers felt good when she put them inside her opening. This part of Finn was much larger than her fingers. If it was meant to go inside her, it would hurt; his shaft looked too big to fit into her. But she knew she wanted him to try. Wanted to join with him that way, to be as close to him as possible. She looked into Finn's eyes and smiled. ""You want to make love to me?"" Finn asked.
+Ariana nodded. ""Then lie down,"" Finn said. ""If this is your first time, I want to make it incredible for you.""
+Ariana lay on her back on the bed. Finn lay beside her and pressed his lips to hers. His hand moved over her breasts and down, down to the place between her legs. He pressed a finger against her nub and Ariana caught her breath. ""That feels good, doesn't it?"" Finn whispered in her ear. ""Ariana, you're so wet! I can't wait to be inside you, but I want to do something for you first.""
+He moved down the bed, leaving a trail of light kisses from her neck to the junction of her thighs. Ariana waited to see what he would do, and was astonished when his tongue touched the nub. She jumped, then relaxed into the pleasure as he licked and sucked it lightly. She felt the now-familiar sensation building, and knew she was about to burst, but had no way to let Finn know until the strong pleasure hit her, stronger than she'd felt with her fingers. She bucked, and Finn looked up with a grin. ""Did you like that?"" he asked.
+Ariana nodded enthusiastically. Finn slipped one finger into her opening, then two. ""God, Ariana, you're so tight,"" he said softly. ""It's going to hurt when I fuck you, but I'll go slow, all right? You're still sure you want me to fuck you?""
+His fingers felt amazing; Ariana was sure she was going to explode again. If his fingers brought her that much pleasure, she had to know what his shaft could do. She nodded and spread her legs wider apart, inviting him to lie between them. He accepted the invitation, covering her body with his own, and she felt the head of his shaft against her entrance. ""Are you ready?"" he asked softly.
+Ariana replied by kissing his lips. Finn pushed his shaft forward, and Ariana felt her opening stretch to accept him. There was discomfort, but at the same time it felt so wonderful, as though she was connecting completely with Finn.
+Slowly he pushed into her, then stopped. ""The next bit is going to be the painful part,"" he said. ""But it will only hurt for a minute, and then it will feel very, very good. Okay?""
+Ariana nodded, and with one fast thrust, Finn was fully inside her. Tears came to Ariana's eyes at the sharp, searing pain between her legs. Finn lay still. ""I'm sorry, Ariana,"" he said softly. ""I know that hurt, but just wait and it will stop, I promise.""
+As he'd said, after a moment, the pain subsided. Ariana moved against Finn, and he took the hint, beginning a slow, steady motion in and out of her. ""Is it okay?"" he asked.
+Better than okay. It was the most incredible thing Ariana had ever felt! She meet each of his thrusts with one of her own, savoring the intense pleasure, until another burst came and she opened her mouth in a soundless cry. ""You came again?"" Finn asked. ""Damn, Ariana, you're amazing! I can't believe how good you feel!""
+He picked up his pace, thrusting harder and faster into her, until he shouted, ""I'm coming!"" Ariana felt him push hard into her, then he rested on her. ""That was so fucking good,"" he said. ""Did you enjoy it, Ariana?""
+He looked at her face to see her response. Ariana couldn't speak, but it occurred to her that she could still move her lips in the shape of the words she needed to say. ""I love you,"" she mouthed.
+Finn stared at her, stunned. ""Ariana, no,"" he said finally. ""No. You can't love me. You don't know me. And I- I care for you, a lot. Having you here has been wonderful. But Petra and I... God, Petra's going to kill me. Ariana, Petra and I've been dating for a long time. We're planning to get married in a couple years. I care about you, but I love Petra.""
+Ariana felt as though her heart was shattering. Finn loved Petra? That explained the flirting and teasing between them, but why then had Finn introduced Petra as his sister's friend, not as his girlfriend? And why had Finn entered Ariana as he had if he loved someone else?
+""Ariana, I'm so sorry,"" Finn said. He moved away from her and sat on the edge of the bed. ""I never meant to hurt you. I just... I can't explain. I love Petra, but I wanted to make love to you. But it can't happen again, okay?"" He stood up. ""I'm going to go take a shower. We can talk about this after. I need to think.""
+He left the room, and after a second Ariana heard the bathroom door close behind him. She got off the bed; where she had lain was a bloodstain, which she realized must have been from when Finn had buried himself in her. Just as the Sea Witch had predicted: pain and blood.
+Ariana gathered her clothing from the floor and put it back on as best she could. Her hands shook, and she fought back tears. She couldn't stay here, not anymore. Finn loved someone else, and Ariana could never gain his love for herself. There might be two days remaining of the seven the Sea Witch had given her, but as far as Ariana was concerned, her time was up. She would turn to foam, as the Sea Witch had predicted, and would never see her family again.
+Once dressed, Ariana slipped out of the apartment. It was best to leave while Finn was in the shower; he might try to stop her otherwise. But there was nothing left for her, no reason to stay with him. She had come here for love, but he had none for her. Her heart was broken, and she felt her body failing her. With Finn's denial of Ariana's love, her time had indeed ended.
+Fortunately, in their evening walks, Finn had shown Ariana how to get from his apartment to the harbor. She walked straight there, ignoring the looks from passers-by and the catcalls she heard from some of the men. At the edge of the water, she hesitated. This was the end for her, she knew. Mermaids had no souls; there was nothing beyond death.
+She was about to dive into the water when she heard singing a distance away. She looked out into the harbor and saw her sisters, all missing their beautiful hair. Stunned, Ariana waved to them, and they swam closer. ""Dear sister,"" the eldest said, ""we've been searching for you. Father was so saddened when you didn't return!""
+""We went to the Sea Witch, and she told us what you'd done,"" the next said. ""We made her tell us where you were.""
+""We gave her our hair to save you,"" the third told her. ""She told us of a way that you can regain your true form and not crumble to sea foam if you do not win the love of the man.""
+""You've already failed to win his love, haven't you?"" asked the fourth, who had always been close to Ariana and recognized the sadness on her face. Ariana nodded. ""Then in two days' time, you will die if you do not do as we say,"" her sister said.
+The fifth sister swam right up to the platform on which Ariana stood and held up a sharp knife. ""The Sea Witch told us that your man has a true love,"" she said. ""If you can find them together and run this knife through their hearts, you will be restored to your true self and will be able to return home.""
+""But you must do so tonight,"" the eldest said. ""Go now. We'll wait for you here.""
+Ariana took the knife from her sister and turned it over in her hands. Stab Finn and Petra? How could she? They'd been so kind to her, Finn especially. But then he had taken the love she offered him without loving her in return. If she didn't take his life, she would lose her own.
+She nodded to her sisters and set off back through the city. Would she find Finn and Petra together? If Finn had found her gone, he might have called Petra for help in finding her. They might be together now in Finn's apartment, or in his bed. Ariana set her heart against the man she loved; she had no other choice.
+She turned the final corner and ahead of her saw Finn and Petra hugging on the sidewalk in front of Finn's building. It was a perfect opportunity; the way they were holding each other, it would be easy to run the knife through both their hearts. She moved slowly, carefully, toward them, thankful that neither was looking in her direction. She raised the knife, ready to strike-
+And lowered her arm. No matter how hurt she felt, no matter what Finn had done to her, she couldn't bring herself to kill him and his true love.
+Although Finn and Petra hadn't spotten her, Ariana had been seen. A police officer standing nearby shouted, ""Drop the knife!""
+Finn and Petra jumped apart. ""Ariana?"" Finn said. ""What are you doing?""
+""Looks like she was about to stab you,"" the officer said.
+Ariana shook her head, but she couldn't bear the look of fear on Finn's face. Dropping the knife, she ran.
+The officer ran after her. ""Stop!"" he shouted. ""You're under arrest!""
+He was fast, but Ariana was faster. She ran straight for the waterfront, knowing now that there was no hope for her. She had seen enough TV in her few days with Finn to know that if the officer caught her, she would be locked up in jail. There, she would die far away from the ocean. At least if she escaped, she would die near her home.
+""Stop!"" the officer shouted again.
+For blocks he pursued Ariana. A few people tried to grab her, but Ariana dodged their hands and finally reached the water. She ran out onto one of the long platforms and, without hesitating, dove from it.
+Death didn't hurt. Ariana had expected pain, but there was none. She felt her body dissolving into foam, then heard a voice, one that sounded like music, and felt her form rising from the waves. ""Child, you are one of us now.""
+Ariana looked around. Surrounding her were dozens of transparent beings. She and they hovered above the water. She rose higher, and the beings rose with her. ""Where am I?"" Ariana asked, and was astonished to hear her own voice. ""What's happening?""
+""You are with the children of the air now,"" said the voice which had first spoken. ""We have chosen because of your love for your man and your choice not to harm him or his lover to bring you to us. You have no immortal soul, but if you stay with us for three hundred years and perform good for the humans over whom we watch, you may gain a soul and will live forever. Do you wish to remain with us?""
+""Oh, yes!"" Ariana said.
+""Then so shall it be.""
+Ariana looked with new eyes at the city below her. At the water's edge, she saw Finn and Petra, heard them calling her name. Both had tears in their eyes. She went to them and pressed her lips to Petra's forehead, to Finn's cheek. ""I wish you every happiness,"" she said, though of course they could not hear her. ""And I wish you all love.""
+Then she rose with the children of the air."
+228,Modern Fairy Tales Ch. 06,PrincessErin,Chain Stories,2008-03-23,2008-03-23,2022-01-08 03:52:47,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/modern-fairy-tales-ch-06,The Ugly Duckling: Calla's transformation.,"['Fairy Tale', 'Ugly Duckling']",3.78,"Once upon a time...
+Calla opened her eyes and blinked a few times. She had no idea where she was, but it looked like a hospital room. The walls were stark white and as she looked around, she saw no one. The bed next to her was empty and as she began to awaken, her body was radiating pain. She winced and cried out. She tried to move, but as she looked down, she saw that there were tubes connected to her arms and as she tried to lift her legs, it felt like there was a heavy weight on each of them. Her cry must have been loud enough to summon the nurse because an older woman rushed into the room. She was wearing green scrubs. Her red hair was in a bun and her glasses were perched on the end of her nose.
+""Oh my dear you're awake. Don't move I'll get the doctor.""
+She hit a button beside Calla's bed.
+""I'm Nancy, your nurse, and yes I know that sounds funny. Once the doctor speaks to you, we'll get your family in here. They have been waiting for you to wake up.""
+""She's awake."" From the doorway was a male voice. ""I'm Dr. Hines and I'm the overseeing physician at the moment. You probably have a lot of questions so you can either ask them and I'll answer or I can just explain why you're here.""
+Calla stared at the doctor and was taken aback by his bluntness. His eyes were tired looking and he probably had seen so much pain and suffering that it no longer affected him.
+""Tell me.""
+""You were in a motor vehicle collision five days ago. The car was crushed completely. You have two broken legs along with a ruptured spleen. You have a major contusion on your face that required stitches. You were in surgery for three hours. We had you in a coma to allow you to recover and as of last night you were off the drugs.""
+""What car accident?"" Calla's mind was racing as she tried to remember the accident.
+""I don't know the details. I was just told you were in a motor vehicle collision.""
+""Calla!"" Two men rushed into the room and hugged Calla tight.
+""Dad! Trevor!""
+""You're awake. God you gave us a scare young lady.""
+Calla grinned as the men sat on either side of her bed.
+""Visiting hours are almost over. I'll give you 20 minutes and then you're going to need to give her some rest. Once your legs have healed, you will be discharged. That should be in about four weeks.""
+Dr. Hines walked out of the room, not even smiling or saying goodbye.
+""Baby we were so worried.""
+Calla's Dad was trying to wipe away the tears. His wrinkled face didn't hide his bright blue eyes. He wore jeans and a t-shirt.
+""I'm sorry Daddy. I really don't remember the accident.""
+""It's O.K. sweetie. We don't care about the car. We just care about you.""
+""The doctor said I had a cut on my face. Is it bad Trevor?""
+Trevor looked down at the ground, not wanting to look in his sister's eyes. Trevor was four years older then his sister and although there was twenty years between him and his dad, they looked very much alike. Trevor was also wearing jeans and a t-shirt and his hands were rough from his work.
+""It's healing.""
+""That's not an answer.""
+Calla had always been stubborn and her relationship with her brother was very close considering their mom had died ten years ago.
+Calla's dad walked over and took the mirror from above the sink. He held it delicately as he put it in front of Calla. Both father and son looked down at the ground, waiting for Calla's reaction. Calla just stared at her reflection and gasped. The cut was more like a large open wound that went from her right temple down across her cheek and ended at her chin. She had stitches all along the wound and her cheeks were bruised. When she opened her mouth she saw that she had two missing teeth. Her blonde hair was in a loose ponytail, but as she tilted the mirror, she saw a bald spot on the left side of her head. It was like her hair was burnt off. Calla put the mirror down and after pulling away the sheet, saw her arms and legs covered in cuts. She had an I.V. in her left arm and her legs were in casts from knee to ankle.
+""I'm so ugly.""
+Calla burst into tears and Trevor tried first to comfort her. He was pushed away forcefully and as she turned on her side the men in her family knew she needed time alone.
+Trevor and his dad walked slowly down the hallway of the hospital. Trevor was sixteen when his mom had died and remembered the hallways vividly. He remembered walking up and down the hall when he was told to leave his mom's room. He still had not forgiven the doctor who told him to leave right before his mom died. James walked beside his son and wondered what else was going to go wrong with his family.
+Trevor and James made their way out of the hospital and got into the truck. They drove home to the motor home park and pulled into the parking spot in front of their home. It was actually a large motor home, considering the sizes of some of the other homes around them. There was a living room and dining room combined with a small galley kitchen. The front of the motor home was where James slept and in the back next to the washroom was a small room that fit Calla's bed and dresser. Trevor slept in the side room that was really a patio with walls. The men entered the home and went to their respective beds.
+The next morning Trevor and James were up with the sun. They moved around the motor home quickly since they had to be at the worksite by seven. James had been a construction worker since graduating from high school and it was only assumed that Trevor would join him. Right after graduation, Trevor had begun working with his dad and they made a good team on the field. They got out to the construction site and began their work. They thought about Calla in the hospital and were excited to see her at the end of the day.
+Calla woke up around eight and after calling the nurse to get her breakfast, asked to see the doctor. Dr. Hines was on duty again and he walked in and sat on a chair by the bed.
+""What would you like Calla.""
+""I want to get out of bed so I can have a shower.""
+""I'm sorry Calla, but that won't be possible. Nancy can give you a sponge bath, but the casts have to stay on for another four weeks at the least.""
+He got up and walked out. He really despised his job, especially when he had to deal with patients that refused to understand their situation. Calla's legs had been broken in three places and she was lucky that she didn't need steel plates to reconstruct her them. The surgeon had done a great job and, sometimes, he wished he had listened to his mom and become a lawyer.
+Calla picked up the phone that had been placed in her room. She had demanded she get a phone and after some arguing, she got her wish. She picked up the phone and called her boyfriend.
+""Hi Sawyer. Yes I'm fine. I'd like for you to come visit me.""
+Calla hung up the phone and smiled. Sawyer had been her boyfriend for almost a year and she loved him dearly. He was from a rich family and had been a football player in high school. He was attending the state college so he could become a lawyer like his father. Calla loved how tall and handsome he looked. She knew she was ugly looking, but after a year she knew that Sawyer, like her dad and brother, wouldn't care what she looked like on the outside.
+""Oh.""
+Calla looked over and saw her boyfriend at the door. He didn't even step into her room.
+""I have to go Calla. I hate hospitals.""
+Calla noticed that he couldn't even look her in the eyes.
+""Call me when you get out.""
+And with that, he was gone. Calla burst into tears and sobbed for almost an hour. She was an ugly duckling and she would never be pretty again.
+After work, Trevor and James went to visit Calla. She was rude, bitchy, and refused to listen to their positive words. She never mentioned Sawyer's visit and realized that she would need to do something drastic to win back his love.
+As the days went by, the routine was the same. She would lie in bed writing in her journal, going on and on about how hard her life was. Her dad and brother would visit her in the evenings and she would be mean to them. After an hour or so, they'd go back home.
+After three weeks, Calla was disgusted at her body. She had gained a lot of weight from the hospital food. She refused to go outside her room. She hadn't left her bed for more then a few minutes a day and that was when the nurse moved her to the wheelchair so the sheets could be changed. While Calla was writing in her journal one morning, in came another patient. She hid behind her book as she listened to the nurse and doctor settle him in. The new patient's name was Derek and he had broken his leg snowboarding. He was admitted to the hospital for a few days because he was practicing his snowboarding moves at home and after falling off the coffee table one too many times, his mother had freaked out and demanded he go back to the hospital to recover.
+""Hi.""
+His voice was deep and sexy. It made Calla blush.
+""Hi.""
+Calla looked over and instead of him staring at her face in disgust he smiled back.
+""I'm Derek. You must have heard I'm here because I'm stubborn. What's your story?""
+Calla told Derek her story, including the part about her thinking how ugly she was. She left out the part about her family problems and before she knew it, her father and brother had come to visit. Derek and Calla had spent the entire afternoon chatting and it seemed like it had only been a few minutes.
+The next day, Calla's nurse was shocked, but pleasantly surprised to see Calla and Derek racing down the halls in their wheelchairs. They were laughing and giggling and almost ran over a few of the patients. Nancy had never seen Calla smile before and she was happy to see Calla's spirits up.
+Two days before both of them were to be discharged; it was a dark and rainy day. They had been going outside in the park area on the hospital grounds yet due to the weather and their casts, they were stuck inside. Calla was in her bed while Derek was sitting in a wheelchair with his foot up on her bed.
+""Can I ask you a question?""
+Calla bit her lip and grinned. She knew she was flirting with Derek over the past few days, but Derek had equally been a flirt.
+""Sure.""
+""How ugly am I really?""
+Derek blinked and saw how concerned Calla really was about her appearance.
+""You are not ugly. Everyone is beautiful in his or her own way. You need to get used to that new way. I never knew you before and I find you very attractive.""
+Derek blushed bright red and Calla couldn't help but giggle. She leaned forward at the same time as Derek did and their lips touched. It was a soft kiss. Both were very hesitant yet the burning desire between the two of them was growing. They couldn't really touch each other because of their casts and after awhile Calla was getting a cramp in her side from leaning over. She pulled away and both of them grinned like teenagers.
+The next day, they made bets on who would get their casts off first. In the end, Calla won and she walked hesitantly back to her room It felt so weird to walk again and she was thankful there was no pain. Derek was not in the room when she returned and in the confusion of packing up her things, being discharged, and being picked up by her brother, she forgot to leave her phone number for Derek.
+Calla got home and was excited to sleep in her own bed. As she fell asleep, she saw on her dresser the picture of her and Sawyer. She wondered if she would ever see him again.
+The next morning Calla woke up and not hearing any sound in the home, realized that her dad and brother were gone to work already. She had her first real shower and after spending hours shaving her legs, doing her nails, fixing her hair, and putting on makeup she picked up the phone to call Sawyer.
+""Hi Sawyer it's me Calla. I know you said you didn't like hospitals, but I'm home now and want to know if you want to come over. Trevor and my dad are gone for the day.""
+Normally this meant that Sawyer would rush over and they would have hot passionate sex until her family came home from work.
+""I don't think so Calla. I saw what you looked liked the last time I was at the hospital. I think we should just end this.""
+""But I love you.""
+Calla knew she was whining, but she didn't care. She stared at the phone when she heard the click on the other end of the line. He had hung up on her. Calla spent the rest of the day crying on her bed. She wrote in her journal about how she was the ugly duckling and how no one wanted her.
+""I need to be a swan again.""
+Calla stormed out of the house and walked the few blocks to the nearest library. She had chosen the best make up products over a computer and this was one time she realized she had made the wrong choice. She walked into the library and saw the look of disgust and sympathy on the faces of those around her. She glared at them and made her way to the public computers. She logged on and after finding the correct site began to type in her message.
+My name is Calla Johnston and I'm twenty-two years old. I was in a car accident over a month ago and I am horribly disfigured. I want to go on your show to prove to the world, and to someone very special to me, that I am a swan. I am truly an ugly ducking right now and can't live my life like this.
+She typed in her personal information and pressed the send button. She smiled to herself and walked home hoping they would call her soon.
+***
+Calla stood backstage trying to calm herself. A month ago, she had been contacted by the show and had spent the last month going through many surgeries and procedures. The first consultation with the surgeons had been horrible to her already lacking self-esteem. They went on and on about every part of her body, but in the end she agreed to all the procedures. She had had a face-lift along with reconstructive surgery to fix her teeth. She had exercised daily to lose the weight she had gained in the hospital plus more and had a breast lift and tummy tuck. Her hair had grown in to cover the bald spot and after spending hours at the salon she was absolutely gorgeous. She had chosen a red floor length gown and knew that on the other side of the dividing wall was her family. She had told the producers to invite her father, her brother and Sawyer.
+She walked out and the bright lights almost blinded her. She looked around and ran into the arms of Sawyer. Her dad and brother pretended to smile, but knew what Sawyer's real intentions were. He had accidentally mentioned before the taping that he was thankful she had gotten plastic surgery since she would hopefully be pretty enough to be his wife.
+Everyone around her smiled and the looks of disgust and pity were gone. She was truly a swan and she walked hand in hand towards Sawyer's car. They drove to his apartment and the moment they were inside, he kissed her.
+""I've wanted this for so long baby. I want to fuck my beautiful girlfriend.""
+Calla grinned as she was led to his bedroom. He undressed her slowly, caressing her body as he removed her red dress and then her matching red bra and panties. His large firm hands massaged her breasts and as he latched on to her left nipple she moaned. Sawyer continued to suck on her nipple as he undressed himself. Once he was naked, he pushed her onto her back and climbed on top.
+""God you're beautiful."" Sawyer sank three fingers into her dripping pussy and began to push up, massaging her g-spot. He took his other hand and lightly caressed her clit. All Calla could do was lie there and moan. Her body was on fire and she was so close it hurt.
+""Make me cum.""
+Sawyer nodded and pushed his cock inside her. He stretched her in all the right places and Calla bucked up hard. She had an intense orgasm and could only pant.
+""Fuck I'm going to cum baby."" Sawyer thrusted hard inside her and gripped her hips.
+""Oh fuck yeah."" Sawyer collapsed on top of Calla and held her face in his hands.
+""Fuck I love you. You're a hot little fuck too."" Calla smiled and tried to hide her disappointment. She hated how much he swore and wished he were a little bit more romantic. It wasn't that she didn't like having sex with Sawyer, but he always considered it fucking.
+Before long Sawyer proposed to Calla and of course she accepted. In the past, she hadn't been invited to any of the high-class parties that Sawyer and his family were invited to, but now she was almost an honored guest. On this one night, she wore a long silver gown with high heels. Everyone knew she had been on the television show and she loved the attention. She had moved in with Sawyer and rarely had time to visit or call her brother and father. As Calla walked into the ballroom from going to the washroom, she heard Sawyer's voice.
+""She's such a little hottie now. Wish she came from a better family though. Thank God she's not too bright. She hasn't caught on to me fucking other girls behind her back.""
+Calla barely had time to process what her fiancé had said when out of nowhere there was a flash of movement as one of the waiters tackled Sawyer to the ground. Calla approached the two men struggling on the ground and gasped.
+""Derek!""
+Calla watched helplessly as Derek slammed his fist into Sawyer's chin.
+""You don't deserve her you asshole. She was beautiful before the surgery and you treat her like dirt."" Derek tried to hit him again, but a large security guard pulled him back.
+Sawyer stumbled to his feet and glared at Derek. ""Stay the fuck out of my life waiter. You will never be good enough to be a guest here.""
+Calla stood in the silent ballroom and looked from one man to the other. There was Sawyer wiping away blood from his mouth, sneering at her like it was her fault this had happened. His words echoed in her mind. She couldn't stop the hurtful words from repeating – loser, not too bright, better family. Then she looked at Derek and saw concern and love. He had stood up for her, something Sawyer had never done.
+""Sawyer. Answer one question for me. Would you have given me this diamond ring if I hadn't gone on that television show?"" Calla prayed he would give her the right answer, but he didn't.
+""Hell no. You were fucking ugly before the accident and the accident just made it worse. There is no way I'd be seen in public with you. The only reason I said for you to call me when you got out of the hospital was because I knew you were getting a big settlement from the car accident. Otherwise, I would have dumped you ages ago.""
+By this point, a circle had formed around the three of them. The crowd gasped as they heard how mean and superficial Sawyer was acting. Calla was on the verge of tears. She looked at Derek.
+""Did you say I was beautiful before the surgery?"" Derek nodded.
+""Yes, Calla.""
+Calla and Derek just stared at each other. He was escorted off the premises of the country club and Calla followed. They sat on the curb next to each other.
+""Can I tell you something Calla?""
+""Sure.""
+""I've never hit anyone before in my life. I heard what he was saying about you. Every time he was there for some dinner or charity function he would go on about how ugly you were. I just couldn't take it anymore.""
+Calla just leaned up against Derek and when he put his arm around her and kissed her forehead she knew she was going to be O.K.
+And they lived happily ever after."
+229,Modern Fairy Tales Ch. 07,TE999,Chain Stories,2008-04-12,2008-04-12,2022-01-08 03:52:49,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/modern-fairy-tales-ch-07,Puss in Boots: The Case of The Forged Will.,"['Adult Fairy Tale', 'Detective', 'Detective Satire', 'Gumshoe', 'Private Eye', 'Private Investigator', 'Satire']",4.31,"_Once upon a time..._
+My friends call me Puss. I'm a private investigator. I get the goods on cheating spouses and track down deadbeats. It's not glamorous, but it pays the bills.
+I was a cop for ten years and damn good one. Then one night we responded to a fight at a dance club in the warehouse district. By the time we got there, it was a real brawl. Most of the fighting stopped once we showed up inside, but two males were still goin' at it.
+My partner Rico and I tried to separate 'em, then the guy I grabbed went for my gun. I got him in a judo hold and he went limp. He was dead by the time the Paramedics got there. Turns out, he was the City Council Chairpersons nephew, so in no time the Police Department fired Rico and I. Excessive force they said. The Medical Examiner said an overdose, not that it mattered.
+Rico found a job out west. Me, I got a P.I. license.
+The nickname? Some three years back I was workin' undercover to get evidence on a cheatin' husband so his wife could slap him with divorce papers. I went in costume to a Halloween party at an exclusive club where he hung out and sure enough, he was there with another woman.
+I was gettin' some good pictures of the lovebirds when some punk decided to swipe the night's receipts. I nailed him and the next thing you know I'm on live TV in my black cat outfit and stiletto boots. The crowd at McGinty's Tavern started callin' me Puss and it stuck.
+My latest client is none other than Harland Christopher IV. Yeah. Those Christopher's. The electronics conglomerate.
+He arrived at the office a week ago, mad enough to bite the head off a rattlesnake. He was convinced someone altered his fathers will after the old man died. He said to call him 'Ace' and I said call me Puss.
+The senior Christopher had cashed in his chips while on his honeymoon in Antigua with his 26-year-old wife. Number six in his 75 odd years. A heart attack was the official cause. Unofficially he fucked himself to death.
+Anyway, at the reading of the will, Rosalie, wife number six, got a bundle as spelled out in the pre-nup. Harland II got the company, Harland III a big bundle, and my client got a few mill and a jade cat. Considerin' Daddy was worth close to 900 million bucks, my client got chump change.
+He was Daddy's favorite to hear him tell it, so after the reading of the will he figured someone had loaded the dice. He didn't know squat about hirin' a P.I. and asked his chauffeur' so enter yours truly.
+I told him this wasn't my usual cuppa herbal tea, but he plunked a roll of bills on the desk that would gag a python and said pretty please. I'm a sucker for blond haired, blue eyed hunks in custom made suits, so I said okay.
+The answering machine's light was blinking when I walked in my office after havin' lunch downstairs at McGinty's, one message from Ace plus three from Rosalie Harland. Hearing her voice made me hot. However, I needed to focus on the case. She didn't make it easy though.
+***
+I met her at the Christopher mansion, an ivy covered brick pile in a part of town where houses are a mile apart behind iron gates and high walls. Ace arranged for me to talk to the mansion's staff and see if they knew anything.
+They buzzed me in at the gate and a half-mile later, I arrived. A butler met me at the door and had the staff assembled in the front hall. After talking to them individually, I determined they had no useful information.
+I figured I'd better talk to Harland senior's widow, so the butler escorted me to the parlor and said he'd tell her I was here. I was checking out the wood and leather décor when Rosalie came breezing in. She musta been in the pool 'cause she was toweling herself off, her long brown hair glistening and wearin' a bikini that barely covered her tits and pussy. She saw the look in my eye and sat next to me on the sofa.
+I tried to keep my mind on the case, but this babe was pure sex. My nips got hard and my panties were wet as she slid nearer, talkin' a blue streak about how much she missed her 'cuddle bear' and how it was so lonely in this big old house, then she stopped talking.
+We sat for a minute looking at each other. I reached over and caressed her cheek. She took my hand and kissed it. Something passed between us that made me feel warm inside. I pulled her close and our lips met. Her tongue slid in my mouth and we exchanged lingering kisses. Our hands began to roam and soon we were naked on the couch. She turned around and gave me a mouthful of pussy while her head went between my legs. Damn, that woman could eat. I came four times and so did she. We took a swim, lay in the sun and fucked some more. When I left, my knees were wobbly.
+***
+Ace said he'd found several discrepancies in the company's financial records and could I call him. Rosalie asked if we could meet for lunch. I wanted to see her again, but back to business.
+I had some contacts at the Hall of Records check out the Christopher will documents. As far as the court was concerned, they were all legal and proper. I asked if they'd send me scans of the signature pages.
+One thing I did learn from the mansion staff; Ace was the old man's favorite. He had a different mother than the other two, so he wasn't close with his brothers. Harland Senior and Joan, Ace's mother, doted on him, so he led a charmed and carefree life through his twenties.
+When his father brought him into the business, he locked horns with his older brothers immediately. Daddy ran interference for him, so he became a vice- president. Now that the old man was out of the picture, a nasty fight for control was brewing on the top floor of the Christopher Building.
+My printer beeped and the documents came rolling out. I selected the signature pages, some examples of the old man's and the three brother's handwriting and went to see the Mole.
+His real name is Jeremy Todd, but with his thick lenses, prominent nose and receding chin...well, you get the picture. Mole was one of the best forgers goin' until he tangled with some mob heavyweights over phony gold certificates. I owed him a favor so he asked me to help him do a fast fade.
+I made sure I wasn't bein' tailed and soon he was peering at the signatures, whistling through his teeth as he concentrated. I looked around at the basement where he lived thinking it was about as cozy as a sewer pipe when he said, ""These are fakes.""
+He went into a lengthy explanation about graphology that I half-listened to; his thumbs down on the will's signatures were enough for me. I left him some cash, hopped in the Z and called Ace. A plan was forming in my mind and I wanted to run it by him. He approved and we were on our way.
+***
+When I sauntered into Harland II's office I was dressed in a tight miniskirt, low-cut blouse showing plenty of cleavage and a pair of 'fuck-me' boots. He practically ran around his desk to greet me, holding my hand longer than necessary to shake it and looking me over appreciatively.
+""Call me 'Hugh',"" he said in his smooth baritone. ""All my friends do."" I smiled prettily at the inference and took a seat, crossing my legs and giving him a look at my shaved pussy.
+Yeah, I know. I use my sex appeal when I need to. I'm a woman, dammit and let's face it, most of the time it works.
+I proceeded to tell him that Ace had hired me to check out whether the will was phony or not, but I thought he didn't pay me enough for my trouble and wondered if Hugh could make me a better offer. He agreed immediately and doubled what Ace paid me. I was to report to him what I had found out about the will's possible forgery and any moves his baby brother was making regarding the company.
+He patted me on the butt as I left his office and invited me to the mansion for a drink or three. I begged off sayin' I had an appointment but I'd stop by another time. Ridin' the elevator down my heartbeat slowed to normal. I was tenser than I realized. I had figured my appearance would distract Hugh to the point where he didn't question my treachery to his brother and I was right. Or maybe it was those blue eyes...
+***
+When I parked behind McGinty's, I noticed my office light was on. It was off when I left.
+I pulled my Glock from under the seat, walked carefully up the back stairs and down the hall. Light shone from under the door, someone was still in there.
+I kicked the door open and went into a shooting stance screaming, ""Freeze motherfucker!""
+Rosalie screamed and spun around in my desk chair, eyes big as saucers.
+""I almost shot you! What the fuck are you doing here? How did you get in?""
+""That nice man in the bar downstairs let me in,"" she said, lip trembling and eyes filled with tears. ""I didn't mean any harm. I...I wanted to see you. You never answered my call. I'm sorry.""
+I lay the pistol on the desk and took her in my arms; we hugged until she calmed down. ""Don't ever do that again,"" I growled halfheartedly. She nodded and raised her tear stained face for a kiss. As our lips met, I suddenly realized she was wearing a knee-length mink coat in the middle of summer. She was naked underneath.
+I dropped my skirt and blouse next to her coat and we lay entangled on the carpet, hands roving as we swirled our tongues together. She sucked my nipples and finger-fucked my gushing pussy until I had two back arching orgasms that made the room spin. When I recovered I pulled her onto my face and ate her out as she screamed lustily, riding my tongue until she filled my mouth to overflowing with her love honey.
+Snuggled together, she told me the Harland brothers were at each other's throats about how to run the business, and as a result, current operations had practically come to a standstill. Hugh demanded an accounting of every penny spent since the old man died. Harland III, 'Scooter' objected. Ace kept his mouth shut.
+Rosalie wanted to stay, but I kissed her and sent her down the back stairs, promising to see her soon. If what I suspected was correct, I needed to turn up the heat on our forger.
+Over the next three weeks, I played Hugh like a fish on a hook, feeding him real and phony information while Ace subtly backed me up in the office.
+The brothers were still at odds, so we took it to the next level.
+Ace called Hugh and said lets grab some lunch at a hole in the wall called Antonio's in a not-so-good part of town where no one would recognize them. He wanted to discuss some accounting practices he discovered that his brother didn't know about.
+Sure enough, Hugh arrived right on time. Lunch went well and they were chattin' up a storm. Then Ace got up to go to the little boy's room and bumps into some dudes walkin' by their table. The guy Ace bumped into gets belligerent and a fight starts. Hugh boxed in college and in no time he decked two of 'em and the other one took off runnin'.
+The owner wanted to call the cops, but the brothers waved him off, paid their bill and left.
+I paid off Antonio and the three punch-drunk heavies from the local gym, complemented them on their acting skills and split. A little more smoke and our rat would be leaving his hole.
+***
+When I strutted into Hugh's office the next morning, his assistant said he was in the gym. My heart began to pound when I saw him, wearin' tight exercise shorts, sweat rolling off his broad chest, muscles ripplin' as he lifted weights.
+He greeted me and asked if I exercised. I said sure and he asked me to join him. He offered me some workout clothes, but I declined and began exercisin' in my bra and panties. I had decided when I saw him I wanted to fuck him.
+I wasn't disappointed.
+He straddled me on the weight bench and began kissing me as I slipped him the tongue. He removed my bra and panties then I tugged his shorts down and took his thick cock in my mouth. I sucked him like a madwoman, deep throating him as he moaned and began fucking my mouth. A few minutes of this and he cried out, blasting thick cum down my throat while I swallowed eagerly.
+Hugh pushed me back on the weight bench, lifted my legs on his shoulders and sucked my pussy as I screamed and quivered. His tongue on my clit drove me wild and I came almost immediately. When his thick cock spread my pussy walls I thought I would faint. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and we fucked in a frenzy of lust. He was splitting me open and I couldn't get enough.
+Grunts, moans and screams bounced off the walls as we pounded against each other, my pussy tightening on his thick meat. Dripping with sweat, we hammered each other until he gasped and shot a hot load into my soaking pussy. My back arched as my orgasm hit me like a right cross. I came twice more as he continued to fuck me.
+We showered together, and then I dressed and left.
+***
+Like I figured, after the fight Hugh and Ace became buddies, leaving Scooter out by his lonesome and he didn't like it one bit. The two brothers decided that a full audit of all company finances was in order and Scooter's objections were overruled. He raged around the offices, terrorizing the employees and generally making a nuisance of himself.
+A rumor began circulating that the will was forged and there would be an investigation as soon as the authorities gathered more information. Ace's office spies told him and he really started to panic. I started the rumor of course and it had the effect that I expected.
+Scooter began liquidating his assets and sending the money offshore. Due to a market slump, he was taking a beating selling off his investments but he didn't seem to care. All he wanted was out.
+Ace called his brothers and Rosalie, saying he had a major announcement to make and that they needed to be in the mansion's drawing room at eight-o-clock that evening. They showed up right on time.
+The gathering was painfully stilted. Hugh, Ace and I sat on one couch, Scooter, Scooter's wife Dorothy, and Rosalie on the other. Ace didn't waste any time. He told the group he had proof positive the will was forged, who was responsible and that he had already contacted the authorities.
+Scooter looked like he'd swallowed a lit match, Dorothy's eyes were narrowed and her lips thin. They looked at each other, and then Scooter jumped to his feet.
+""Okay, okay, I did it,"" he looked at Dorothy. ""I'm not taking the fall alone, it was her idea to forge the will.""
+""Shut up you fool,"" Dorothy hissed. ""You always were a weakling. You let your father walk all over you. You never got the recognition you deserved. It was all about junior over there. He would have gotten everything if it wasn't for me.""
+She grabbed Ace's jade cat from the coffee table and whacked her husband's skull with it. He tumbled to the floor spraying blood. In a frenzy of rage, she swung at Rosalie grazing her forehead. I jumped on Dorothy and tried to disarm her. She fought like a tigress as we rolled about on the floor, Hugh and Ace trying to separate us as she tried to brain me with the cat.
+Dorothy shrieked as I twisted her wrist, feeling the bones snap. The blood- covered sculpture flew from her hand and shattered on the fieldstone fireplace in a shower of glittering stones.
+Dorothy lay on the carpet, holding her wrist and sobbing. Ace lay in a widening pool of blood. I guess someone called 911 'cause right then the cops and Paramedics came bustin' through the door. They transported Scooter and Dorothy to the hospital for treatment and from there to police headquarters. Scooter was booked on forgery charges, Dorothy for forgery and assault.
+Turns out the cat statue was hollow, and chock full of diamonds. Harland senior had left a treasure for his favorite son. Hugh and Ace gathered up the diamonds while Rosalie shivered in my arms. I lifted her face to mine and kissed her as she clung to me, love shining in her eyes.
+***
+Well, that's pretty much what happened. Ace received his rightful share of the estate plus the diamonds and bought an island in the Caribbean, leaving Hugh to run the company. Scooter and Dorothy are in separate prisons after plea- bargaining to lighter sentences. They should be out in a couple of years.
+Rosalie and I held our commitment ceremony in the estates garden. We couldn't help laughing when we compared our guests. Her side looked like a formal dance at the country club, mine like the casts of 'Rent' and 'The Godfather'.
+ _And they lived happily ever after..._
+\--------------------------------------
+Thanks to Mistress Lynn and SweetWitch for their edits and suggestions."
+230,Modern Fairy Tales Ch. 09,deathlynx,Chain Stories,2008-05-11,2008-05-11,2022-01-08 03:52:50,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/modern-fairy-tales-ch-09,The Princess and the Pauper: a case of mistaken identity.,"['Doggy Style', 'Facial', 'Fisting', 'Lesbian First Time', 'Mistaken Identity']",4.52,"**The Princess and the Pauper: Two women find themselves in the opposite end of the social spectrum**
+Penelope carefully glanced around the corner. She wasn't sure how the staff would react to the sight of her dressed up like this, but she did not want to take any chances and find out. The coast was clear, so she hurried down the hall and slipped into the bathroom.
+Out of habit, she checked her appearance in the mirror. The woman who stared back looked nothing like the Penelopy Carterborn that most people knew. She was tall for a woman, at only a couple inches shy of six feet, and still had the same lithe, athletic, body. Her hair was the same wavy blond that fell halfway down her back.
+That was where the similarities ended. Her hair was pulled back into a pony- tail instead of her usual artful styling. While she never went out without make-up it was subdued instead of the metallic green eye shadow and lipstick that she wore now.
+Most striking was the outfit. She was expected to wear the height of fashion. What she wore now would send her father into apoplexy. The hip-hugger jeans were not only so tight as to be a second layer of skin, they dipped in front so low that it was imperative she shave smooth. As it was her red, lace, thong could be seen by all as it escaped her tight butt.
+Her shirt wasn't any better. Not only was it cut high enough to display her entire midriff, and low enough to display what little cleavage she had, but it was tied at the center. The overall effect reminded her of the Daisy Duke look, except that she didn't have nearly large enough breasts to pull it off as well as Jessica Simpson had.
+Penelope shifted her breasts slightly. She sighed when they settled comfortably back into place. Without a bra designed for it, she would never really have cleavage with her C-cups. Tonight she had forgone a bra entirely. She didn't really need one to support their weight and if she had tried to match the thong it would have shown through the shirt in the lighting where she planned to go.
+Now she was just stalling. This wasn't the first time she had broken curfew, but this time she was trying to dodge the security team that her father assigned to her. She hated the invasion of privacy but she understood, as one of the 5 richest people in the world, there was little that people wouldn't do to get some leverage on her dad. She might be a black belt in three different forms of martial arts but even she could still be kidnapped.
+Penelope went out the window. It was a short jump to the trees but she had her knee-high boots off so that the four inch spike heels didn't throw her off. She inched to the trunk and around to the opposite side. From there is was another short jump and she was over the compound wall.
+She was free, for the time being at least.
+* * * * * *
+Kess growled and slumped aggressively with her back against the wall. She glanced around the crowded warehouse with a glare. It was a dare for anyone to get too close to her. For the moment, at least, she had her own little bubble of space in which she could breath.
+That was the reason Kess went to the raves, for some space. She went to feel free at last. She could run away, she was eighteen after all, and they couldn't force her back home. Still, it was her own sense of obligation that trapped her, more certainly than the bars on the windows and the locks on the doors.
+The bars and locks, of course, were there to protect what little her family had. Kes had never really thought about it before, but even their meager food was a treasure worth stealing to someone. Anything that was worth stealing was worth killing for. That was a fundamental fact of the slums, where life was the cheapest commodity around.
+Kess dreamed of bigger and better things. One day she would be rich and move her and her whole family out of there. The seven of them wouldn't have to live in an apartment zoned for two occupants. True, there were two bedrooms, a living room and a nook of a kitchen. It was spacious compared to the apartments of some of the people she'd gone to school with.
+Suddenly, Kess' eyes jarred to a halt. Only something that blatantly out of place could bring her from the escape of her daydreams. The outfit itself wasn't the issue; some of the kids who came in from the burbs could afford Gap. There was something about the young woman that simply screamed _mug me!_
+Kess couldn't help but pity the woman. She was completely oblivious to the dangers around her as she wound her way to the bar, ordered and dropped a _fifty_ on the counter!
+Kess pushed off of the wall and began to push her way through the crowd. Some of the other patrons growled or glared at her, but she shot them looks that dared them to make something of it. She was in very good shape and everyone around knew she could be a tough bitch when she needed. She wasn't in any danger, except from some misguided guy who might try a bad pick-up line.
+Halfway to the bar, Kess nodded in frustration. Asp, who's real name was Andrew, had noticed the large bill and sidled up next to the blond. Kess knew the man and his bad reputation was well earned.
+Asp's first attempt was straight forward. He used a corny line, usually a few decades out of date, and offered to by the woman a drink. The blond could certainly afford her own so it was no surprise to either the scumbag or Kess when she declined.
+She still couldn't hear his advances, but Kess knew he had moved on to asking if there were any drugs she was looking for. Although out of place she certainly wasn't a cop, everyone who paid the woman any attention would know that. Kess saw the woman shake her head so Asp suggested she didn't need to worry about paying _~as if he didn't notice the fifty she's already thrown down for drinks~_ since he was about to head to a private spot to do some himself.
+The woman said something, undoubtedly another rebuke. Asp continued to smile amicably. He leaned against the bar and began to talk to her. Likely he asked her to tell him about herself. This had a little more success. Kess was now close enough to hear the woman's response.
+""...my friends call me Penny. I'm just hanging out tonight. You know, chilling?""
+Kess' hand shot out, palm up, to cover Penny's drink. On cue the pills dropped into her hand. Asp caught the motion out of the corner of his eye. His glare followed the arm attached to the offensive hand. His anger turned into a smirk as he reached her chest and spotted her breasts. When he reached her face, he paled.
+Kess grabbed his wrist, turned it, and dropped the pills in his outstretched palm. ""She said _'no'_ , Andy.""
+Asp's fingers curled instinctively around the pills. Their eyes remained locked, but Kess could see the sweat begin to bead on his forehead. She slowly released his wrist and the moment her hand was open he scurried away at top speed.
+Penny's head was cocked to one side and her brow furrowed in confusion. Kess wished she had kept the pills to use as a teaching aid. ""He was about to slip you ruphies. After a few drinks you wouldn't remember you didn't want him. He'd have taken you out back, had his way with you and taken all of your money to boot.""
+The confused eyes widened in denial. Kess couldn't bear the innocence in them and looked down in disgust. It provided her with a good look at the woman's body. For a moment, she almost wished she had kept the ruphies, to use on the woman herself, or at least let him drop them in the drink before she scared him off.
+Kess pushed the thought from her mind with little difficulty. She might prefer women, but she wasn't about to take advantage of one who didn't swing the same way. If the woman was interested, she'd be more than willing to pursue the issue. Otherwise there was no question.
+""Come on."" Kess' disgust had vanished while she checked Penny out. The woman needed help if she was going to survive the night with her purse, innocence or possibly life intact. she firmly but carefully gripped the other woman's arm and lead her to the bathroom.
+* * * * * *
+Penelope stared at the other woman in the bathroom mirror. Her blond hair was cut very short, only to the nape of her neck, but the tips swept forward slightly. It was a look that would probably work for her as well. If she could build up the courage, she would ask where the woman had her hair done.
+Another fashion tip that she wanted to ask the tough woman was about her corset. It was black, possibly suede, but what really impressed Penelope was the way that it contoured the woman's breasts. Although the two appeared to be about the same size, and Penelope's outfit showed far more skin, the woman actually had cleavage!
+She briefly noted the burgundy, knee-length, skirt. Like Penelope, the woman had great legs. Like the men could not figure out where to look when they drooled over her. _Of course,_ she added to herself, _Asp couldn't get away quick enough._ It seemed that at least the bad-guys didn't want to be around to leer.
+The woman finished rifling through Penelope's purse and pulled out the wallet. She took the money out and Penelope was about to object when her hand came up to Penelope's chest. She couldn't understand why the tough woman hesitated before she slid the money into her bra. Most women she knew weren't uncomfortable touching another woman's breast for something like this.
+Penelope shivered slightly as deft fingers brushed her nipple in the process of smoothing out the cash.
+""There. Look at yourself in the mirror."" Penelope obeyed. She didn't see anything out of place. ""If you keep your money there, most men won't go for it even if they know where you're keeping it. Those that will, well, you're about to have a whole 'nother set of problems if they decide they want _it._ ""
+Penelope nodded sagely at the comment. She had heard of those kinds of men, but the constant security around her made it unlikely she would ever encounter them. They were nothing more than a theoretical problem for her.
+The woman cocked her head for a moment and then sighed. She scooped up Penelope's purse and grabbed her hand. ""Com on. It's clear you're not suited for this party. I know some that you should like. Ones that are much safer for a noob.""
+Bewildered by the turn of events, Penelope began to let the woman drag her once more. She spotted the other woman's purse and grabbed it from where it had been forgotten on the bathroom counter. It only seemed fair, since the woman had hers.
+Penelope was lead back to the bar. The woman grabbed her shoulders and pressed down slightly. ""Stay here. I'll go grab us a cab and be right back."" As if she would go too far? She'd already seen the dangers inherent in the location. ""By the way,"" the woman added over her shoulder, as an afterthought, ""my name's Kess.""
+With that, Penelope was alone once more. Only this time she was far more conscientious. Of course, she still had the other woman's purse and vice versa.
+* * * * * *
+No sooner than Kess had hit the sidewalk when four men swooped down on her. They were hired muscle, and upscale ones at that. Even as she was tossed into the limo, with the four piling in after her, she was terrified.
+Kess had something of a reputation, and like everyone who did, that meant she'd pissed off her fair share of people. She couldn't think of anyone who would send a limo and four professional killers after her though. Heck, she couldn't think of anyone she'd encountered one way or the other who could even afford this getup for a single night, much less full time.
+""What the _HELL!?_ "" Kess finally found her voice. Unfortunately she couldn't come up with anything more articulate than that. She was very intelligent and had one of the best vocabularies around, but the shock of the entire situation caused all of it to flee.
+The goons simply sat by the doors in silence. They were clearly not paid to talk. They were paid to make sure she did not escape the car. A distant secondary consideration seemed to be to make sure she arrived wherever they were going safely.
+Kess folded her arms across her chest and sulked. Of course, it was kinda hard to remain suitably upset when the leather seat practically massaged her tension away. She briefly wondered why someone would go through the trouble of kidnapping her, but provide such exorbitant luxuries in the process.
+A careful study of the men spoke volumes. They weren't goons as Kess had first suspected. Not only did they work together as a cohesive team, they were comfortable in the limo. In fact it seemed to be a common mode of transportation for them. They were bodyguards.
+Kess shrugged inwardly and decided to try conversation. Maybe she could learn something useful. ""What're your names?"" She didn't expect an answer, but their response would give her a clue as to how to proceed.
+The guard closest to her turned towards her. He was clearly surprised by her question. ""Jackson, ma'am. That's Andrew, Vincent and Christopher."" Kess was stunned. He had answered as if she had full right to the knowledge but he never expected her to care. She could only nod meekly.
+Kess slumped back into the seat. Once she thought about it, the men had been very careful with her. Professional would be a better term to describe it. She had seen video of VIPs being hustled away by their security teams and it dawned on her that she was their primary. Her brow furrowed in confusion.
+A glance at her ID would dispel any confusion. They obviously had the wrong girl. While Kess would love to experience life as the rich folk did she couldn't, in good conscience, let these men suffer for a case of mistaken identity. There was only one problem, she had Penny's purse and her own was nowhere in sight!
+Dejected, Kess had little else to occupy her so she opened the expensive looking purse. In all honesty, the purse seemed to fit the ride far more than she did. Her jaw dropped when she pulled out the non-driver's ID.
+Although the name was different, the ID could have been her own. Not only was Penny, _correction, Penelope Carterborn,_ the exact same height and weight but the two shared hair and eye color. Heck, they even had the same exact birthday! Even the evil mug-shot of a photo matched hers. If not for the fact that she had heard her mom bitch about the forty-seven hours of labor, she would have suspected they were twins.
+Kess sighed even more deeply. It was not going to be easy to convince these guys that they had the wrong woman. ""Um, Jackson? There's been a mistake."" He looked towards her, but barely paid her any attention. ""I'm not Penelope. My name is Kess Burger. Penny is still back at the club. In fact, she's probably still waiting for me by the bar, so we should really get back right away before one of the scumbags puts some moves on her.""
+Jackson smiled and nodded. ""I'm sure you're right Miss Carterborn. I mean, Miss Burger. The thing is, Mr. Carlton was very insistent that we pick up Miss Carterborn and bring her straight home. Granted, we don't work for him, really, but when the two are married he can have us not only fired but blacklisted.""
+When Jackson said 'the two' were to be married he clearly meant 'you two'. Kess didn't know how Penny felt about the man, but the threat of blacklisting these men for obeying their legitimate employer rankled her. She'd known far too many people who couldn't get a job for one reason or another to take such a threat lightly.
+Unfortunately, Kess was in no position to debate. After all, she couldn't even guarantee their jobs like the real Penelope Carterborn could.
+* * * * * *
+""Kess!?"" A woman's voice pierced through the pounding bass-line. Penelope paid it no heed. It didn't even occur to her that it harkened the return of her would-be rescuer.
+""Kess! It _is_ you!""
+Penelope suddenly found herself enveloped in a gigantic embrace. Due to the way the woman had, literally, thrown herself at her, she found her face buried in the strange woman's ample breasts. _Perhaps, if this is the kind of women she's used to dealing with, this is why Kess was so uncomfortable with her hand inside of my bra._
+""Kess! Where have you been? It's been months. Have you been avoiding me? Of course you haven't, you've just been taking care of your family. I heard little Jimmy was down with something for a few weeks. Touch and go I'd imagine.""
+""What have you done with your hair? And the clothes! Don't tell me you're going back to the lipstick look? Please! You promised you'd be my dyke!"" Penelope couldn't get a word in edgewise. The mere thought of what the woman was suggesting froze even the hint of a thought from her mind.
+""Come on! You don't need to shop for ravers now that Jocelyn's back."" For the third time that night, Penelope found herself dragged by an unknown woman. She wasn't used to contact much beyond a light touch on the arm, or kiss on the cheek, in greeting. Fortunately, she discovered she had no personal space issues.
+Penelope had no idea how to respond to the constant stream of questions and commentary that assaulted her. It was clear that Jocelyn had mistaken her for Kess, but beyond the first name Penelope knew nothing about her earlier savior. She didn't even know her last name.
+Jocelyn lead her to a small, beat up, old car. Penelope was surprised that the vehicle ran, much less smoothly enough that the maniac woman could veer into and out of holes in traffic that Penelope would never have hazarded on her Harley.
+Penelope found an appropriate distraction from the running soliloquy. She opened 'her' purse and began to rummage around inside. Her first goal was the woman's ID and her breath caught at the similarities to her own. With the photo to demonstrate Kess with long hair, she realized that she could quite easily pull off the other woman's current short hair style.
+Beyond the ID, and some knickknacks Penelope could not identify, there were the standards; makeup, tampons, throat drops, change, money. None of it was the quality level that she was accustomed to but there was a calming influence about the fact that, in the basic supplies at least, a purse was a purse.
+Now Penelope had the full name of her supposed identity. Unfortunately, it didn't help her with any other aspects of the woman's life. There was a single photo in the wallet. Kess, two brothers and a sister ~Penelope assumed based on the ages~ and three adults. She couldn't even tell whether the couple was her parents and the other a random family member, or the other way around.
+Penelope couldn't help but shudder as the car pulled up to a curb. The entire area looked dark, deteriorating and foreboding. It felt like even the streetlights had given up on the area and run away in terror. The smell was rancid, and she was certain she did not want to know what the strange, muffled, grunts were that came from the alley.
+Jocelyn hurried up the steps of the apartment building. Penelope shared the other woman's unease along with the nervous glances towards the alley. Even a false sense of security would be preferable in this place.
+Penelope followed through a maze of narrow hallways. Jocelyn stopped abruptly in front of a door and spun. She had a vaguely concerned expression. ""Am I really going to be welcomed? You said they took it okay, but 'okay' is a long stretch from 'well'. You're sure they don't resent or blame me you coming out?""
+Penelope was fairly certain that Jocelyn's meaning of ""coming out"" was vastly different from the high society version she had grown up with. Regardless, she honestly had no answer except the truth. I was long past time to clear up the confusion over her identity. ""Jocelyn, I know you think...""  
+The woman wasn't paying any attention. Instead she was lost in her own inner turmoil. ""Well, if they hate me they do, but I should find out sooner rather than later. Besides, not everyone could possibly...Jimmy already seemed to have caught on.""
+Before Penelope could try again, Jocelyn flung open the door and dragged her in. To the surprise of both women, there was no one present. Only a light noise from one of the back rooms lead them to suspect there might be someone asleep.
+Penelope was shocked by the apartment. She suspected Kess lived here, and was certain it was not alone. However, given the tiny living room, she could not imagine more than two people could occupy the space and remain sane.
+""Uncle Kenny is probably at work, and undoubtedly that's Julie asleep, but where are your brothers and parents?"" Penelope shrugged. She had no answer for the other woman. Her quick math revealed that everyone in the photo must live in the twenty foot by ten foot apartment. She could only hope the bedrooms were considerably larger!
+Jocelyn carefully pushed one of the doors open a crack. After a glance around she opened the door more fully and pulled Penelope in after her. The room was possibly smaller than the main room. There was barely enough room to stand with two twin sized beds and a small vanity dresser.
+Penelope found herself pressed to sit on the edge of one of the beds. She watched as the other woman scurried briefly about the room and came back with a pair of worn shears. A moment later their purpose was clear. ""You can't cut my hair!""
+Jocelyn rolled her eyes. ""Honey, I've practiced on you a million times. Besides, I finally got my license!""
+The sheer excitement of the exclamation infected Penelope. Besides, she had admired the look on Kess, and it might be just the thing to give Branson a pause. She nodded meekly and tried to relax as the woman she barely knew went to work on her.
+* * * * * *
+If nothing else could prove that Kess was not the woman they believed her to be, her reaction to the house should have. She thought her eyes had to be as wide as plates. She couldn't keep her head from snapping back and forth, so fast she was almost afraid she would get whiplash.
+It was one thing to own an apartment in the city, but to own enough land to settle a mansion was beyond consideration! They could have put a couple of skyscrapers on this plot and still had room left for a nice little park, or possibly shopping mall. The whole thing was surrounded by a twenty foot high wall that looked like it had enough tricks in it to keep an army at bay.
+Not only was there space, but ever inch of the building screamed wealth. Even still, Kess had to admit that it was a tasteful extravagance. True, it was designed to impress, but she suspected that such an impression was necessary for anyone honored enough to visit these hallowed halls.
+The guards had made it subtlety clear that Kess was expected to clean herself up immediately on return. When she asked if she had any engagements, Jackson shrugged and admitted that he didn't know of any. Unfortunately, as the lady of the house she could be needed at the spur of the moment if a visitor should appear.
+That fact told Kess quite a bit in its own right. She knew Penny wasn't married, though she thought she'd seen the faint mark of a missing engagement ring on her finger it had not been big enough for a wedding band as well. That meant that her mother was either dead or divorced. For reasons that she couldn't fathom, she had a feeling that the former was more likely.
+Kess was left alone as she entered the bathroom. If the building had impressed her, this room shocked her. Her family's entire apartment could fit into this one room with extra space to include the luxurious hot-tub that bubbled, already prepared for her should she choose.
+If only Kess could continue the charade. Even if she could, she would feel wrong to live like this while her family continued in the squalor she was accustomed to.
+Curious, Kess opened the door on the far side of the room. She thought she was prepared for anything, at this point, but found herself mistaken. She had been in department stores with less of a selection of clothes than was offered in the tremendous walk in closet. Her hands flowed enviously across the myriad of fabrics as she walked deeper into the room, towards the door that could only lead to her bedroom.
+With a hand on the door, Kess decided not to enter that particular fantasy yet. If she was to pretend, even for a short while, to be Penelope Carterborn she needed to get cleaned up and dressed first. If the guard's estimation proved true, she would have the rest of the evening to experience the lavish environment.
+* * * * * *
+To her surprise, Penelope found she adored the new hair style. Somehow, it wasn't anything she had ever seen before. At the same time, although short, it did not deny her femininity as she had expected.
+Jocelyn shifted slightly and began another round of imperceptible snips. Her entire body seemed to mold itself to Penelope's but the younger woman had long since grown accustomed to the intimate contact. In part it was a necessity of the limited space, but she suspected that it also had some to do with the true nature of her double's relationship with this woman.
+""Oh God! Yes. Yes!"" Penelope blushed for possibly the thousandth time since the adults had returned home, about halfway through the hair-cut. They had opened the door in a rush. Kess' father's hands had been all over her mother, but the sight of the two women paused the action. A brief round of salutations followed before her mother dragged her father back out. Since then the living room held a chorus of musical ecstasy.
+""Can't they wait until we're gone?"" Penelope muttered the question to herself, but as close as Jocelyn was the other woman could not help but hear.
+""If they waited, they'd never get a chance. There's always a few people around, you know that. Even if there weren't it would be the neighbors through these thin walls."" Jocelyn cocked her head to one side. ""You've always just tuned it out before.""
+Penelope blushed deeper and shrugged. She mumbled something incoherent in the hopes that it would allay the woman's suspicions. Although, she had a feeling that Jocelyn had begun to suspect the truth already.
+She wasn't sure why she was going along with the charade. Maybe it was some sense of duty. After all, many of the people who worked for her father's company, at some level, lived like this. She could only hope that they were paid enough that they could avoid quite this level of desperation.
+Penlope jumped when a whisper tickled her ear. ""Besides, to hear such passion kinda gets to me.""
+With only that warning, light fingers clasped Penelope's nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt. She had stopped paying attention to the exact movements of the stylist a while ago, content to discover the end results and not worry about the process. Now, she realized that the other woman had set the scissors aside and had her firmly embraced.
+Penelope wasn't exactly a virgin, despite what her father thought, but all of her limited experience consisted of drunken groping followed by a quick burst of passion where the guys released into her long before they had even bothered to warm her up. She wasn't sure if she was luckier not to have gotten friction burns or pregnant from it.
+This was something else entirely. Jocelyn not only knew exactly how to touch her for maximum response, but seemed more than inclined to produce. Slowly her hands cupped and squeezed even as she continued to pinch and roll the nipples.
+Electricity shot through Penelope's veins and warmth slowly began to pool between her legs. The only time she'd ever felt like this was when she played with herself. To compare the sensations of masturbation to this would be to compare coal to a diamond.
+Penelope's entire body shook with tension even as she melted into the other woman's embrace. Her head lolled back, and to the side, to rest on Jocelyn's shoulder. Each slight tweak sent a fresh jolt through her body. But if it raced to touch everywhere, each current inevitably ended deep in her core.
+""We...we shouldn't be doing this."" It came out as little more than a breathy plea. Penelope wanted to explain she wasn't Kess. She wanted to insist that she wasn't interested in women. She could, of course, objectively view the beauty of other women but they never turned her on. Even now, it wasn't the woman but the actions that effected her.
+""Don't worry, they already know about us. Besides,"" Jocelyn punctuated the word with a light nip on Penelope's neck that elicited not only a squeak but the single largest burst of liquid fire straight to her depths, ""they won't be able to hear you beneath the sounds of their own love.""
+Once more the mouth found Penelope's neck. This time teeth grazed against the tender skin. Despite herself, Penelope moaned in appreciation. A moment later she felt one of the hands drop away from her breast and felt a slight pang of regret.
+Penelope had never considered the phrase 'tight as a second layer of skin' before. When the fingers instantly found her lust-sensitized bud, despite the two layers of fabric, she knew that an attentive lover was barred only penetration. Jocelyn seemed incredibly interested in her response.
+Fingers pressed firmly and began to trace the soft mound. A shiver ran up Penelope's body, only to rebound as it encountered a well-timed pinch of her nipple. Her hips bucked and thrust against the finger of their own accord. She was beyond caring. The pressure and warmth between her legs demanded release. She needed the persistent caress.
+Penelope whimpered with need the moment both hands retreated. How had she suddenly become so turned on in only a minute. Her head lolled in search of the neon digits of the clock and the world tilted slightly.
+It felt like she was drunk, or high, but she knew for a fact that no one had slipped her anything. She hadn't even gotten a chance to sip at the rave and Jocelyn hadn't offered her anything when they got here. The only explanation was that she was now so horny that her own body betrayed her.
+The glance at the clock revealed that even her mind was treacherous. What she had thought of as merely a minute of foreplay turned out to have been nearly half an hour of delightful pawing. No wonder her entire body seemed like it was about to explode.
+Distracted, Penelope didn't even realize she had been lowered to the bed until she felt the button slip free of her pants. The tight material was slowly peeled away. She looked down to discover her hips rose slightly in an effort to aid Jocelyn's work.
+The other woman stared at Penelope's thong with a longing that she had never seen before. Even her boyfriends had only looked at her with lust filled eyes. Jocelyn's expression bordered on worship. This was a woman truly in love and constantly amazed that the object of her devotion shared even the slightest interest.
+Penelope was entranced by those eyes. She watched the liquid brown pools as they gazed at her sex. Any other time she would have been uncomfortable with the level of attention directed between her legs, but somehow it felt natural now.
+Even before the pants were to Penelope's knees, Jocelyn leaned forward. Penelope tensed instinctively as the other woman's mouth neared her sacred temple. When Jocelyn paused, she feared it had been because of her reaction. The woman's eyes slid halfway closed and her nose flared as she inhaled Penelope's scent.
+Penelope should have known that her depths had betrayed her by the inferno of need that pulsed between her hips, but it wasn't until that moment that her hazy mind acknowledged the soaked fabric that clung to every fold.
+Jocelyn leaned farther forward. The light kiss, just above the swollen mound now emphasized by wet, hand-woven, lace was the last thing that Penelope expected. Despite the location, or the obvious heat that neither could deny the other shared, it was almost a chaste peck. She leaned back quickly and finished with the pants.
+Penelope had no idea what was expected of her. She was equal parts terrified and fascinated to find out. Her internal debate was expelled when Jocelyn's hand came up and began to caress the moist fabric. It did not electrify, as the earlier rubbing had done, but instead slowly fed the flames that licked at her from within.
+The other hand came forward and joined the first. Gentle fingers traced over every exposed inch of the thong. Neither probed or prodded for a deeper contact. They were exploring her as if to memorize every detail. Penelope feared, for a moment, that Jocelyn knew she was not Kess but it was too natural. This was simply part of the woman's devotion to her lover.
+Jocelyn leaned forward. Her shoulders pushed Penelope's knees apart. Deft fingers peeled the wet fabric from overly-sensitive flesh. Penelope shuddered and moaned. Every slight contact brought fresh demands from within her body. Jocelyn had played a concerto on every nerve and muscle and now they demanded their conductor.
+Penelope's eyes screwed shut as lightning burst through her body. Every inch of her skin seemed to be on fire except the throbbing mound between her legs. That was cooled by the balm of the tongue that slowly circled and teased it.
+The tongue slipped deeper and began to trace the petals of skin that sought to protect the precious bud. Penelope gripped the sheets. A scream of ecstasy was ripped from her lungs. Her back arched and pressed her hips more firmly against the blessed intruder.
+Penelope felt Jocelyn's mouth seal against her. Upper and lower jaws both dug into tormented muscles and a fresh wave of bliss flushed through her veins. She was on the very brink of orgasm and wanted nothing more than to throw herself from the cliff. Thought had fled. Only sensation remained as it waited for that last little signal.
+Jocelyn sucked in. Her tongue lashed out to whip the bedraggled mound. Penelope's vision, black behind closed lids, seared beneath a barrage of white.
+* * * * * *
+Kess had chosen a dress that practically clung to her body. Given the environment, she was certain that the turquoise fabric was none other than hand-woven silk. It clung to her hips and breasts as if the seamless piece was tailored to fit only her. Although in truth it was probably made for Penelope's measurements, the two were so nearly identical that it applied to her as well.
+She was surprised by how high the slit ran up the side of her leg. If not for the incredible selection of string thongs in the wardrobe, her underwear would have been visible where the gap failed to cover her pale thigh.
+The only thing that made her uncomfortable about the dress was the lack of a bra. She had gone through possibly two dozen of them in a desperate attempt to find one she could wear. She didn't strictly need one for support, but she felt vulnerable without the added protection against molestation. Of course, with four bodyguards around her she had little to fear from that but the concern remained.
+Kess turned to view the effects in the full length mirror that adorned the door to the bedroom. The fabric glided sensuously across her body. She shuddered as the silk caressed her bare nipples and reminded her of Jocelyn. It was a pale imitation of her on-time lover's ministrations but it was enough to spark a heat in her depths and harden her nipples enough to show clearly through the thin material.
+Out of all of the people she wished she could share this experience with, it was Jocelyn that Kess missed the most. They had never exactly broken up, but the distance and time apart that cosmetology school had placed on their relationship meant that they were currently in limbo. She often wondered if the older woman had moved on and found someone closer to her. She had refused to herself, but that meant it had been far too long, as her loins now reminded her.
+Kess flushed a deep red that clashed with the dress. If her thoughts kept along these lines she would need to relieve her tension soon! Already the desire swelled between her hips. She took a couple of steps towards the bedroom and felt the swagger that the sensation forced into her legs. Before the end of the night she'd be walking like John Wayne; bow-legged around the solid lump of need that burned in her depths.
+One hand was on the knob of the door when Kess heard a voice come from the other side. She opened the door a crack and peered around. No one was in the bedroom. With the curtained, four-post bed, tasteful throw pillows and various girly knickknacks she confirmed her original suspicion that this was, indeed, Penelope's room.
+Even though Kess was curious to investigate the room, the mystery of the voice took precedence. She followed the source to the window. Beyond was the most extravagant garden that she had ever dreamt of. She wondered if there was a single flower or plant in the world that wasn't represented there. Undoubtedly it took an army of staff just to maintain that alone.
+The voice itself was too muffled to clearly identify it but she could see the man attached clearly. He was likely over six feet tall. His hair was cut stylishly short and framed a solid, angular, face. Although he wore a button up shirt and loose dress slacks, she could tell the body beneath carried well toned muscles. Back when Kess had tried to pretend an interest in men, this was exactly the specimen she would have hunted for.
+The only drawback to the man was his eyes. Although outwardly perfect, they seemed to hold a dark inner light. He glared at the scenery as he talked on an I-phone. ""...told you not to worry about it. The deal is as good as done now. It won't be long before he's out of the picture.""
+Although she could make out the words, too much of the tonality was swallowed by the insulated window. All she could hear was a deep growl of words. If she was willing to expose herself, she could put her ear to the window to hear more clearly but something about him scared her slightly. She wouldn't risk being seen by him.
+""I have taken care of it. He won't survive the night. In fact, it's possible he's already dead. After that, it's just a matter of time.""
+Kess dropped to the floor in horror. Her back pressed against the wall as she tried to control her breath. Death and murder might be a hazard of life in the slums, but it was usually an emotional thing. The cold blooded way the man spoke of sentencing another to die was too horrid for her to think of.
+And he somehow worked for Penelope or he wouldn't have been in the compound!
+* * * * * *
+Penelope wasn't sure exactly how she felt, as Jocelyn snuggled beside her. On one hand, she had never felt that incredible before. On the other hand even now, with the memory of the woman buried between her legs firmly connected with the intense ecstasy, she simply wasn't drawn to the woman.
+Before Penelope had even had time to recover from the experience, Jocelyn had returned her attention to the styling tools. It was clear she didn't expect reciprocation. That was a good thing since it would give away Penelope's identity. Given the woman's devotion to Kess, it felt wrong to let her discover that she had just cheated, albeit unknowingly.
+Penelope didn't like the trail her thoughts were following. She grasped on the first thing that came to mind as a distraction. She could ask Jocelyn about herself. She only had to make sure to couch it in questions that Kess probably wouldn't know the answers to. ""You got your license? Does that mean you'll be living around here or do you have a job lined up somewhere?""  
+Jocelyn smiled without opening her eyes. She nuzzled slightly against Penelope before she answered. ""I'm actually supposed to be working for the place that trained me. At least another year and a half. But mom is sick so I left and came back here. She needs someone to take care of her.""
+Jocelyn sighed. There was grief and resignation in the sound, but when she spoke again her tone was still light. ""They'll send lawyers, I'm sure. Had a friend who left and wasn't allowed to work within a thirty mile radius of the place. Means I won't be able to use my license for something like five years, but mom comes first. Want to make sure she knows she's still important, even if she is dying.""
+The final word hit Penelope like a bullet. Death had never been anything but a plot twist in fiction to her. Even though she lived with her father, her parents were merely divorced. Jocelyn spoke of her mother's death with enough acceptance that she had to have not only seen it before, but often enough to lose some of its impact.
+""What does she have? Can the doctors do anything?""
+There was a definite bitterness to Jocelyn's laughter. ""Kess, you know damn well we don't have insurance! There's probably something that could be done, but we can't afford it. Mom probably knows exactly what would help, but she hasn't told me. She won't stick me with the bill any more than I would leave her for all the money in the world.""
+Penelope was uncomfortable with the topic. She had always taken it for granted that if someone got sick they could simply go to the hospital. Only criminals avoided them because of the possibility of exposure and capture. ""What about the job? The city's bigger than thirty miles across. There's got to be somewhere here you could work and still avoid their restrictions?""
+This time, the sigh from Jocelyn was content. ""Always thinking of me Kess. You're right, there are probably some places on the hill outside of the range, but they'd never hire me.""
+Penelope laughed. ""Why not? You're good! I'd dare say you're the best I've ever seen.""
+Jocelyn stuck out her tongue. The simple action made the woman seem like a high-schooler. The image suited the youthful personality. ""They'd never hire me because my blood's red as yours. I don't got no pedigree. I wasn't apprenticed by some high and mighty stylist. And I certainly didn't blow some designer off behind the runway.""
+Penelope was shocked by the casual way the woman insulted the stylists she'd visited all of her life. In some respects it was an assumption that Penelope herself thought that about Jocelyn. Unfortunately, she had to admit that many of her piers did think that way. Hadn't there been some media coverage of the amount that President Clinton had paid for his haircut?
+In the end, Penelope decided that all that mattered was the result. It shouldn't matter what the person charged, or where they were trained. All that mattered was that the product was the best around.
+A glance in the mirror confirmed that Jocelyn's work was second to none. ""You never know, you might find a job up there yet.""
+Penelope's muttered comment wasn't truly meant to be heard. That was a good thing since Jocelyn had fallen asleep cuddled against her.
+* * * * * *
+Kess had no idea who to contact. She felt she had to warn someone, but anyone who she contacted would discover who she really was. Even if she managed to avoid trouble over that fact, she didn't even know who the man was. That would probably be easy enough to find out, even if it meant just parading everyone on the grounds in front of her.
+Finally, Kess had no proof but her word. She knew all too well that her word would be questioned heavily. She was from a poor family and pretended to be someone she wasn't. What's more, anyone who worked here was certain to be above reproach.
+Kess nearly jumped when hands closed across her eyes. She tried to spin but the grip, though gentle, was unquestioning. Only the soothing tenor voice quelled any of her terror. ""Guess who?""
+There was no way Kess could possibly guess. Given the relative youth of the voice and the familiarity of the action it was likely to either be a relative, close friend or Penelope's fiancé. Beyond that she had no information to bluff. All she could do would be to hope that Penny would be expected to play along. She tried her most coquettish voice and mixed it with the truth. ""Oh, I could never guess!""
+One hand slid to her chest and pressed her back against a very masculine body while the other dipped much lower. Kess fought the urge to stiffen as that hand slid to cover between her legs suggestively. Unless Penelope's relatives were very disturbed, her bet was now the fiancé.
+""You can't possibly have forgotten me, my love."" The words tickled Kess' ear. There was a fondness in them that she couldn't deny. It reminded her that there were people who could truly be hurt by the deception. ""You can't know how much I missed you!""
+Kess tried to relax back into the embrace as Penelope likely would have. It didn't feel natural for her but she hoped it did to him. From the slight bulge that rubbed against her butt, she assumed he bought it.
+His hand shifted. He began to move the slit in the side of her dress back. She stiffened slightly at the familiarity but kept her reaction under control. Of everyone, this man and Penelope's farther were the most likely to discover her deception. Besides, with his arm around her, she could not move if she wanted to. Instead, she tried to distract him. ""What have you been up to?""
+Kess shuddered with a mixture of primal anticipation and horror when his cheek caressed her neck. He took an audible breath through his nose. ""I love the perfume, love. You know it always makes it hard to think around you.""
+The man sighed theatrically. ""But to answer your question, I've been managing the company while _you_ slip of and have fun slumming."" His tone turned serious, and no little bit wounded. ""I hope I don't hear that you've been toying with me. It would be awful to see 'Branson Carlton spurned by love' all over the tabloids.""
+Kess had no idea what Penelope's intentions had been at the rave, but she didn't think it had been to pick up guys. ""Is that why you sent my guards to fetch me back before I could enjoy myself?""
+Branson chuckled. ""Actually it was your father who insisted, I simply pointed them in the right direction. You know how much he worries about someone taking advantage of you.""
+With the last comment he twisted the bottom of the dress further. A hard form, covered by silk, pressed suggestively between her firm cheeks. Branson carefully began to walk her towards the bed. With each step Kess weighed the possibility of exposure more heavily against the potential need to let him have his way with her.
+A foot away from the bed, her hand came up to lock around the intricately carved bedpost. It took him a moment to realize she had stopped and the form pressed more firmly against her. He whined quietly in her ear. ""But you promised the next time we saw each other..."" He let the rest hang in the air.
+""I'm, I'm not really feeling up to it at the moment.""
+Branson's hand grabbed a handful of dress and pulled it up quickly. He collected it in the hand that held her virtually immobile and reached down for the rest. Kess' legs nearly buckled from the sensation of the silk as it slid quickly up her body. The amazingly soft fabric seemed to taunt every nerve. The sudden exposure to the air sent a shiver through her.
+His hand found the band of her underwear and slipped beneath. Kess was amazed by how smooth and gentle his hands were. Somehow, he maintained the masculine, inescapable, strength but did not have the rough calloused hands she knew from the few men she'd been with.
+The shudder that overcame Kess when his hand circled her was entirely of desire. While he wasn't speaking, she could almost imagine it was Jocelyn's finger.
+The finger dipped deeper. It collected a slight amount of the moisture that began to seep from her and returned, lubricated, to torment her. As her body began to jerk in response to his touch, she decided it wouldn't be out of the question to let him if it meant avoiding prison.
+Kess let out a moan that was only half feigned. It was all the encouragement Branson needed. She wasn't even sure how her thong ended up on the floor, it happened so fast. Still pressed against his body, she felt him slowly reach back and pull down his boxers. When the solid form bounced back up and pressed against her, she had to fight another fit of distaste.
+Branson's hand released her unexpectedly. She didn't even have a chance to catch her balance when the same hand pressed between her shoulder blades. Thrown off balance, she collapsed with her stomach on the edge of the bed. She felt him crash to his knees behind her and only belatedly prayed he didn't want the smaller hole.
+Kess was relieved to feel his form settle between her lips. She was glad that he had chosen to be behind her because her face couldn't betray her true feelings. Where Penelope might enjoy this, she just accepted it.
+She winced and her eyes closed tight as he began to push inside of her. There was no desire, so her body had not prepared itself. Fortunately, Branson merely groaned in appreciation and commented how tight their time apart had made her. Clearly she hadn't been cheating on him.
+As he thrust in and out of her, Kess tried to pretend it was something else. She tried to imagine Jocelyn with a strap-on behind her. They had, on occasion, used toys but she was usually the dominant partner. the older woman was simply to gentle to take control very often, and certainly not when they'd experimented in any way.
+Even had the daydream worked, the grunts and moans that drifted over Kess' shoulder were far to low to be any woman she had ever met. She found it strange that such a gentle tenor voice could sound so low and gravelly during such an animal act.
+When his pace began to speed, it occurred to Kess that he hadn't taken the time to put on a condom. She doubted he had diseases, but she wasn't entirely certain whether or not she was fertile. Even without the confusion over her identity, she certainly did not want a kid yet!
+Branson was moments away from finishing. Kess was just about to beg him to stop, pull out or something, when a fist pounded on the door. His weight pressed against her, pushed him deeper than he had yet, but he did not retreat. Fortunately, he also didn't seem to have climaxed. ""Go away if you value your job! We're busy!""
+Something about Branson's low growl played across Kess' mind, but she simply couldn't figure it out. Likely it was simply her own joy at the interruption, combined with her annoyance at his further threatening the employment of Penelope's staff.
+""I'm sorry sir. I did not realize you were with the Mistress. However there is a matter of great urgency. I need to speak with her right away.""
+Kess whimpered when Branson began to frantically pound into her. She knew, even before he spoke, what his intentions where. He would finish quickly and then let them in. ""Give us one minute and we'll be ready.""
+Her depths began to sear from the friction. She couldn't understand how he couldn't be in as much pain. Yet he continued to speed up and push himself deeper. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. Likely he would think it pleasure, but she wouldn't even give him that satisfaction.
+Branson's hips jerked erratically and Kess knew he was about to finish. She preyed that she wouldn't get pregnant. For those moments she could believe in God, if only he would keep her safe.
+With one fluid movement, Branson pulled out of Kess and casually used his strength to roll her uncomfortably onto her back. The action shocked her so much that it took her a moment to feel his knees press on either side of her hips or his hand pin both of hers to the mattress. His other hand fitfully pumped his own length.
+Kess' eyes widened in comprehension at just the wrong moment. She saw the white stream of his seed fly out. She watched it fill her vision for a moment before it covered eyes that barely closed in time to protect themselves. Even still, she had seen far more than that. She had seen too much.
+Branson climbed off of her. She heard pants zip up a few moments later. Then he spoke in that deep, cold voice. ""You had better jump to the closet and find something to wear. You look a mess.""
+Kess scurried for the closet as he left without another word. She quailed before the truth. She had just let that cold-blooded murderer fuck her.
+* * * * * *
+Kess' hands shook as she dialed the phone. She wasn't sure if she should call, but she was in deeper than she had imagined she could be. She needed help.
+""Hello?""
+The groggy voice on the other end of the phone was certainly Julie. Kess had never been so glad to hear her sister's nasal voice. ""Julie! It's Kess...""
+""Kess? I heard her come in, one second, I'll get her."" Kess growled in frustration. She had hoped she could talk to one of her brothers. they would know what to do. Somehow, they might be able to get her out of this terrible mess.
+Kess didn't even get a chance to straighten out the confusion before she heard the phone dropped on the table. After a minute waiting, it was picked up once more and a vaguely familiar voice answered. ""Uh, hello?""
+""Penny!? This is Kess! How in the hell did you end up at my apartment?""
+""Kess!? I'm sorry! I didn't mean to intrude. I was waiting for you to return, like you suggested when...""
+""Never mind that now, Penelope Carterborn!"" Kess had hoped that the use of the woman's full name, or at least as much as she knew of it, would stop the explanation. There were more important things to deal with. ""You have to come home right now!""
+""Why? Wait! _Come_ home? How did you end up in my house!?"" Apology had turned to indignation. Kess couldn't blame the woman. After all, she'd just had the same reaction at finding Penny at her home.
+""Your guards picked me up by mistake and wouldn't believe me when I tried to tell them I wasn't you. Seems Penelope Carterborn has something of a reputation among them for being able to slip away?"" From the pregnant silence she could almost imagine Penny blushing at the truth of the statement.
+Kess shook her head. ""That's not what's important right now. Please! Just come back home as soon as you can. Don't come in the front door either. Sneak in however it is you get out.""
+""I...I don't understand, is something wrong?""
+""Not now. Just come home and I'll tell you everything."" Kess hung up without another word. She didn't know Penelope and her apparent twin didn't know her. She only hoped that she would come, and quickly. With everything going on, she needed allies.
+Besides, Kess couldn't simply tell Penelope over the phone that her fiance had somehow murdered her father.
+* * * * * *
+Kess paced the expansive bedroom nervously. The door opened, and she turned to rail at whoever tried to disturb her. At this point it didn't matter if fits of temper were out of Penelope's character.
+The tirade died on Kess' lips as Branson leaned against the doorframe. His eyes were calculating as they swept over her posessively. She wondered how Penelope ever could have thought this man loved her. Perhaps the other woman didn't think that. TV and movies constantly mentioned arranged marriages among the rich.
+Branson half turned and closed the door behind him. ""Everything's taken care of my love. The funeral, the calls, the lawyers. I've set my people on it so that you wouldn't have to worry about anything. I know hard this must be on you.""
+When Kess had been told of her supposed father's heart attack, she'd known instantly it had not been natural. The puzzle became clear. Branson wanted everything the Carterborn's had and only the final wedding with Penelope remained.
+Branson began to walk towards her, and Kess promptly sat in what had to be the world's most comfortable chair. She barely noticed through her fear. She only hoped that her terror of the man would be mistaken for grief.
+""You know, we should live here when we're married."" Kess' eyes flew back to him in confusion. He stood in the middle of the room and glanced around as he appraised it. ""It's so much bigger than mine. Besides, it's so much better here. With a few modifications, I can easily make sure you don't escape.""
+The casual tones belied the threat behind the words. Somehow, she didn't understand his words. Why would he possibly think Penelope would want to escape? If she did, she would simply refuse to marry him and all of his plans would be undone.
+Kess' body froze in instinctive terror when he lunged forward. He stopped right in front of her on his knees. One hand covered her mouth while the other drove between her legs to rudely grab her. She felt his fingers attempt to push inside of her, only to be held back by the fresh dress and underwear she wore.
+""I'll cut to the chase. I know you're not Penny. Why do you think I wanted to fuck you so badly? I wanted to see how good you felt. It's been too long since I've had any except for her and she's gotten boring. Likely, so will you, but by then it won't matter.""
+Kess' eyes widened in confusion and fear. ""You want to know how I knew? Your perfume. Penelope wouldn't know that scent to save her life. It's too cheap. Me, on the other hand, I know it well. I'm surprised my cock doesn't sweat the stuff with the amount of women that rubbed it off on me.""
+Branson's hand shifted and ripped the dress before it returned to her crotch. With only a single layer between them, he was able to push deeper this time. Kess tried to struggle, but he simply pushed against her mouth. With her head forced back, she had no leverage to fight with.
+""You see, Penelope wasn't the only one slumming. I had to go downtown too. down there I could fuck as many of you whores as I wanted without worrying that I would be found out by anyone who mattered.""
+Kess whimpered through the hand as he slid the underwear to one side. He went straight for three fingers. Even her scream was too muffled to be heard beyond the door. Branson began to laugh as he pushed harder and forced his other finger in.
+""God your tight! You haven't been loosened up yet. Don't worry, I'll make sure to do that for you."" He pulled his hand out. Kess sighed in relief, until she felt his fist curl around the underwear.
+Kess' screams redoubled. His entire fist pressed against her opening. It was far to big to fit within her, but she knew he would keep pushing until he filled her with it. Meanwhile the fabric, now little more than a thin rope in his hand, bit cruelly into bother her tender mound and her ass.
+Branson never stopped talking. ""You see, you are the answer to all of my prayers. I was worried how I could continue to fuck other women and still keep control of the company. Inevitably, Penny would have found out and divorced me. she, of course, would have gotten everything.""
+Now, with you here, I can marry you in her name and have it all. You know nothing about the company, so you can't wrest control of that from me. As for other women? Hell, I might just bring some home and have an orgy right in front of you. Maybe make you join in!""
+Kess fought against the hand that held her mouth and shook her head even as she screamed in pain. It felt like his hand had begun to tear the skin.
+""No? You don't think so? It's possible, you know, that something might push you too far. You're only facing life in jail after all."" With the potential sentence, his fist slammed fully inside her. The pain was unbearable! She could only imagine this was what labor felt like.
+Branson held her immobile for a minute. Slowly the pain began to ebb until only the bite of the fabric remained from where he'd pulled in deep inside her. Her eyes watered and her voice was raw from the silenced screams. He finally let go of the underwear a few seconds after the last of her screams had subsided.  
+Kess trembled, but tried to speak through the hand. ""What was that? I didn't understand you. Do you promise not to scream if I remove your hand?""
+Kess nodded, well aware that he could steal the breath from her with a simply twist of the hand buried inside of her. Barring that, he could still muffle her again in less than a second. ""You killed Penelope's dad. Didn't you? And what about Penelope? Won't she be pissed if you marry someone else and call me her?""
+Branson laughed. His hand slapped over her mouth and his fist twisted sharply. She screamed into his hand as he intended. Tears rolled down her face long after the pain had once more returned to a dull throb.
+""I've already sent someone out to find her and take care of her. Just like I have someone watching an apartment in case you decide on heroics. One word from me and the Burger six will become the Burger five.""
+Kess' eyes widened. He knew more than she had thought he did. He knew everything!
+ _Almost everything!_ Kess' eyes hardened as she saw the shadow of motion reflected in Branson's eyes.
+Kess tried to ready herself, but she couldn't keep from screaming as the fist was torn brutally out of her. It had to be that way or Branson would have used her against the people that had just revealed themselves behind her.
+Jocelyn's full weight bowled into Branson and the collided heavily with the floor. Kess had been surprised beyond belief when she appeared, in tow, with Penelope. For some reason, her lover had barely been able to meet her eyes and even seemed to fold in on herself when Kess enfolded her in a heart-felt hug.
+Now, Jackson and Vincent were in the process of trying to pull Jocelyn off of Branson. Andrew and Christopher were right behind them, ready to hang onto Branson the moment the two were untangled. It looked like he was going to need some first aid at the least.
+Branson broke free and reached inside his jacket. Before he could move farther, each wrist was locked tight by a guard. Vincent had to hold Jocelyn off of the ground to keep her from continuing her assault, but it left Jackson free to relieve the rich man of his custom forty-five.
+""You have nothing on me! You can't prove anything!""
+Penelope walked with a poise and confidence that Kess couldn't help but envy. Even held captive, Branson scared Kess immobile. She had known the group was hidden, but it had not helped to bolster her confidence when he confronted her.
+""You have just admitted to a number of crimes in the presence of seven people. Many of whom your lawyers will be able to find absolutely no grounds for moral laxity. However,"" Kess was glad that the cruel glare that Penelope leveled on Branson fell nowhere near her, ""even if you do manage to escape a prison sentence, you can be certain that your status in our circles has collapsed.""
+Penelope paused for breath and her grim demeanor turned into a feral grin. ""I am going to make sure everyone watches your trial. Further, they will know that you have been released from our engagement. I am willing to bet that you will find no friends. And when I'm done you will likely be living downtown without a penny to your name.
+Let your _whores_ take you in.""
+Branson cursed and threatened as the guards carried him from the room, to the police who waited a block away.
+* * * * * *
+Jocelyn huddled in Kess' embrace. Penelope could now see the love that the older woman felt for her double was shared in equal measure. She felt horrible that she had not tried harder to correct Jocelyn's misconception about her identity. Now, the lesbian felt she needed to make amends to her lover for an infidelity she hadn't know she'd committed.
+Kess, for her part, had completely forgiven her lover. That fact had comforted Jocelyn only in as much as it meant the two still had a chance together. It didn't make Penelope feel any better. What was worse, the confusion of their identities had meant that Kess had been forced to confront a side of Branson that Penelope hadn't even known existed.
+Perhaps she had been blind. Branson had always seemed the perfect gentleman to her. They made love regularly and he'd even been willing to do other things for her. It was hard for her to imagine the man who had taken her double without even asking, or forced his fist into her.
+The trial date was set, but Penelope had made good on the rest of her threat. Between her newly expanded finances and the connections of her friends, Branson was nearly broke. All of his assets were already on the auction block.
+In a twist of ironic justice, Penelope had put in a bid on his house. She intended to give it to Kess, under three conditions. The first was that she move her entire family into it with her. The second was to move Jocelyn in and make an honest woman of her. Undoubtedly her mother would go too, especially since the operation had ensured a long and productive life. Penelope had not only paid for the health care, but immediately began impressing her friends with the new stylist she had found.
+The final condition was that the apparent twins could get together on a regular basis and see if they could truly be friends. For her part, Penelope was sure Kess would agree.
+Penelope frowned slightly. Her only true regret was that her father had paid the ultimate price for her to discover the root of happiness. In his absence, it was more important than ever to surround herself with those she cared about.
+ _Copyright April 2008 by Deathlynx_"
+231,Modern Fairy Tales Ch. 11,dragontatto,Chain Stories,2008-06-08,2008-06-08,2022-01-08 03:52:52,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/modern-fairy-tales-ch-11,The Empress's New Clothes: a role reversal,"['Empress', 'Nudity', 'Public Nudity']",4.53,"_In this story I use some Italian phrases, so I apologize in advance if I have in any way slaughtered such a beautiful language. It was unintentional. I hope that you enjoy Empress and Nicola's story. All feedback is welcome._
+ **Once upon a time.....there was an owner of a plus size woman's clothing store who was approached by the creator of a new style of clothing that is sure to be the rage. Empress Chikowski is the owner of this store and due to her statuesque physique she had always been in search of stylish clothes for her plus size figure. Enter Nicola Rambaudi, the creator of new style of clothing that is scandalous as it is beautiful. Can he convince Empress that they would look smashing even on her generous figure?**
+Empress Chikowski stormed into her back office. As usual her appearance had started out immaculate and professional but as her day had worn on - she ended up the same as she did everyday. She slipped into the washroom just off her office where she winced as she caught the reflection of herself in the mirror above her sink. Her once tidy French braid was now loose and several strands of hair had slipped free of their moorings. Not to mention the frizzy halo that all people with natural curls seem to possess. The light weight linen suit that looked so smart this morning was now wrinkled and even stained with a spot of antipasto sauce that she had somehow managed to spill on herself at lunch. One wouldn't think that a woman her age wouldn't need a bib to eat lunch. But at times she wondered.
+""Em, there is a man out here who says he has an appointment to show you his new line?""
+Empress looked up in the mirror to see Heidi, her head clerk and assistant in the doorway of the washroom.
+""Yeah, I know. Give me ten minutes to refresh myself and I will see him,"" she replied.
+* * * * *
+Nicola stood in the midst of the woman's clothing store. His brother had first suggested the ""Barely There"" clothes idea. And as an active nudist, he had to admit the concept of clothing that mimicked a woman's natural skin tone and hinted at their beautiful curves was very appealing; but standing inside of this store he wasn't sure that the plus size woman would appreciate such clothing - that it might be a bit to much to ask that a large woman wear his designs. He was just thinking of leaving when the clerk that had left him standing returned from the back.
+""She'll be out in a few minutes,"" the tall willowy woman said with a genuine smile. He stuffed his hands inside of his pockets and stared around the store again. It wasn't completely deserted but obviously his presence had hushed the warm atmosphere. The clerk joined one of the few customers and led her to what he assumed was a fitting room. He felt like an piece of meat in a room full of a vegetarians. The many racks of elegant clothing were a rainbow of many hues. Walking over to the closest rack, he pulled a silk dress off it. He was genuinely surprised to see the expert cut and design of the piece. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea, he thought.
+* * * * *
+Empress watched the man on the security monitor as he examined the dress he held. She licked her lips as she studied him. He was taller than the average man that much was for certain. The rack that he was standing next to was almost six feet tall and he stood a good six to eight inches taller than the rack. She swallowed roughly, knowing her weakness for tall men. At six foot one, she was almost always looked her dates in the in eye, if she didn't tower over them. Her heart beat faster as she noticed the way that he handled the delicate silk of the dress he was holding. In her experience most men were rough on the delicate fabrics; but it was obvious that he was savoring the soft feel against his skin. It made her wonder if he would do the same with a woman's delicate flesh. Her thighs quivered as she continued to watch him examine every inch of the dress in his hands.
+""Isn't he just dreamy?"" Heidi asked as she came to stand next to Em.
+""Yes,"" Em admitted before turning away from the monitor. ""You can send him in, Heidi. And be a dear, and clear my schedule for the rest of the day.""
+""Damn girl, I know that's he yummy but you don't have to jump his bones on the first date,"" Heidi joked, knowing full well her boss's view on casual relationships. In fact one night over a pitcher full of margaritas, Em had confided that she didn't get what the 'big deal' was concerning sex. But one look at the way her boss was reacting to the
+man on the sales floor -- she was going to soon figure out exactly what the big deal was.
+""Just show him in, Heidi,"" Em repeated as she walked over and sat down behind her cluttered desk. It seemed
+that to her that her desk mimicked her, it started out neat and orderly but by the end of the day it was just as
+messy - even cluttered as she was.
+* * * * *
+Nicola sauntered into the office carrying his briefcase. He took a quick glance around the small room, taking in the various details. It was a cozy room, more fitting for afternoon tea than a working office. Behind a hardwood desk sat the woman he was there to see. He could safely say she wasn't what he had expected. He thought he would be greeted by a woman that reminded him of his sainted grandmother... a round and pleasantly plump older woman. Instead the dark haired temptress that greeted him was not at all what he had expected.
+""Hello, my name is Nicola Rambaudi, I have a meeting set up with Ms. Chikowski.""
+""Of course. I am Empress Chikowski. Have a seat Mr Rambaudi,"" she said, her softly accented voice sending chills of awareness up his spine,
+""Empress?"" he asked as he took the seat in front of her desk.
+""Yes, and please no wise cracks about it. If Empress is to much of a mouth full, please call me Em. Most everyone does. Now what can I do for you, Mr Rambaudi?""
+""Nicola, please. And I have a new design line of clothing I would like to show you,"" Nicola said as he opened his briefcase and pulled out a sheaf of papers. He handed them across the desk to her. She took them from him and opened to the first sketch. Shock was quickly masked as she stared the sheet in front of her. He watched as she slowly turned the pages. Although the shock at the first page was now gone, he could see her eyes flare with interest as she viewed the following pages.
+He could see the flush on her face when she looked back up at him.
+""These are not exactly what I was expecting. I am not sure that they are exactly what I would sell in my shop,Nicola They might be better suited for the shop down the street. They specialize in sexy lingerie and clothing. Most of the women that frequent my shop are up and coming business women that need suitable but attractive clothes for work.""
+""I did notice that you carry quite a the line of business clothes, but I also noticed that you had a whole section devoted to evening wear. This clothing line is not meant for the office any more than the evening dresses that you have displayed,"" Nicola pointed out as he relaxed in the chair.
+""I am well aware of the clothing lines that I offer, Mr Rambaudi. I just can't see this line working well with the rest of the clothing that I offer,"" she said as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
+""Let me ask you something Empress, what is it about my clothing design that bothers you?"" he asked as he leaned forward cupping his chin with his hand and staring directly into her eyes.
+* * * * *
+Em stiffened. She looked back down at the drawings in her hands.
+""Frankly, Nicola, these clothes are better suited on a nudist beach than actual wear. I can't see any woman of my stature wearing them comfortably. Even the evening clothes that I choose to carry are picked with the larger woman's body in mind.""
+""I see, and you think that a ""larger woman"" would not be comfortable in this design? Or is it you, Em, that wouldn't be comfortable wearing it?"" he asked his voice going husky,
+""Whether or not I choose to wear a particular design of clothing has nothing to do with whether or not I would purchase it for my shop,"" Em replied as she twirled the pencil through her fingers.
+""I can totally understand that. No smart business woman would ever base her final decisions on her personal feelings alone. That is why I think you should let me have some ""large women"" as you call them, try on my clothing and have a 'feedback' session.""
+""A feedback session?"" she asked arching one dark eyebrow at him.
+""Yes, a honest rant and rave about my designs and how each woman feels - and how their significant other would like or even dislike my designs.
+""And what would be the catch?"" Em asked warily.
+""What makes you think that there's a catch?"" he asked.
+""There's always a catch, Mr Rambaudi. So what is it?""
+""The only thing I want is for you to personally try my designs. I want you to feel the difference between being a beautiful woman and feeling like one,"" he said before standing up and walking towards the desk. Em drew a deep but quick breath before surging out of her chair.
+""Whether or not I feel beautiful is none of your business,"" Em said stiffly as she moved around the desk. She handed him the sheaf of papers.
+""My my, I do believe you have a bit of temper there, Empress. But who are you lying to? I saw the flash of desire and intrigue in your eyes. You hid it quickly but for a brief moment it was there. I can tell my ideas have stirred your senses. Why not try my designs?""
+""As if I would subject myself to the indignity of wearing something that is better suited to a sex shop,"" Em said as she walked towards the open door of her office. ""Thank you for showing me your designs but I am sorry but I will have to pass.""
+""I think you are being a bit closed minded, Em. Why not let me arrange the showing? You can even decide on the women to try them. Maybe some of your most loyal customers. Even if it is just to put me in my place. If they completely hate my designs, I'll take my entire line elsewhere,"" Nicola said as he stopped just inches from her. Em swallowed roughly as she had to lift her eyes to look up at him. It was a new experience for her.
+She caught her breath as he tipped his head down towards her.
+""And if they like it?"" she asked softly -- breathlessly.
+""If they love it, then you buy my designs AND I get to see you in one of them."" he breathed across her soft parted lips.
+""Nicola..."" she moaned as his breath teased her parted lips.
+""So do we have a deal, Em? Will you give me what I want,"" he asked, his voice gravelly with desire.
+""I...I..."" she mumbled as she lifted her head to bring their lips closer together.
+""Yes, _mi bella_ , "" he prompted, his Italian accent deeper than it had been earlier.
+""Okay,"" she sighed as she waited for him to bring his mouth against hers.
+""Here's my card,"" He reached into the inner pocket of his coat and pulled out his business card. He slipped it down the open vee of her blouse. She inhaled sharply as the blunt edges of the card teased her swollen breasts. A small growl filled the room as he gazed down at her heaving cleavage.
+""Call me when you know what sizes you need, Em. I'll have them made up and bring them over,"" he said as he stepped back -- away from her...away from temptation.
+""What?"" she asked weakly.
+""Call me when you're ready,"" he said as he turned and walked back to her desk to retrieve his briefcase. He tossed his design sketches onto the desk top before turning back towards the dazed Em.
+""I can't believe you did that,"" Em said with narrowed eyes as she watched him come back within kissing distance.
+""What? Slip my card down your blouse, _mi bella_? Or not giving you the kiss that you wanted?"" he asked coolly as he stopped in front of her.
+""Used your sex appeal to make me change my mind about your designs! Do you have no shame?"" she hissed before jerking the card out of her blouse.
+""Once you get to know me, Empress, you will realize that there is little that embarrasses me, let alone causes me shame,"" he said with a wink as he walked by her.
+""Fuck!"" she muttered under her breath but Nicola paused before swinging back around. His briefcase dropped to the floor.
+""Don't I wish,"" he answered before jerking her flush against his hard body. This time there was no build up or teasing - he tipped his head and covered her surprised lips with his. A mutual moan escaped both of them as he thrust his tongue between her parted lips. Within mere moments Em had forgotten why she was angry with him. Without thought or intent, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he continued to kiss the breath out of
+her. He responded by backing her up against the closed office door.
+She whimpered when he jerked his mouth from hers. A soft gasp escaped her when his mouth slid through
+her hair to land against the shell of her ear. It turned into a moan as his tongue traced around the whorls of her ear before dipping inside. She shivered helplessly in his arms as sensations raced down her neck to settle in both her nipples and her womb.
+He cursed raggedly before jerking away from her. She slumped against the closed door and watched as he pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket. Pressing it against his lips, he removed all traces of her lipstick off of his rugged mouth.
+""Damn, _mi bella_ you are more potent than 100 proof whiskey,"" he said.
+* * * * *
+Em sighed as she sank into the tub of bubbles. Every part of her body still tingled from her earlier encounter with Nicola. She couldn't believe that she allowed him to grope her less than ten minutes after meeting him. He was very tempting but she had a firm rule about men that she dated. She never dated anyone that she did business with. It just wasn't good business. Jilted lovers had a tendency to smear one's name and make the person look like a fool... and she was no body's fool.
+""Damn it!"" she groaned as she sank under the water. Because she knew even though Nicola was a man that she might end up doing business with, her traitorous body wanted him. While she had a feeling that he would be the one that made her climax for the very first time. It frustrated her that the only way that she was able to ever come was by herself, alone. Even in the presence of another she could not bring herself to climax. And
+after the third man that had failed to bring her to orgasm, she had given up on ever finding a man that would be able to push her past the point of no return. But Nicola Rambaudi might be the one to give her first orgasm with a man.
+* * * * *
+Nicola stared at the opaque fabric in front of him. He was trying to work on his design but the sexy Em kept pushing to the forefront of his mind. It was unusual to find a woman that he didn't have to break his back to kiss. At six foot seven, he towered over most women. The novelty of being almost eye to eye with a woman was refreshing. Not to mention that every inch of Empress Chikowski had felt wonderful against him. The memory of her luscious body pressed against him, sent a surge of desire through him. The memory of their kiss caused his cock to stir. He shifted in his seat trying to push the heated memories to the back of his mind.
+Nicola looked up from his sewing table as his brother walked into his work room.
+""Hey little brother, how did the meeting with the owner of Empress's go?"" Sergio asked as he stopped next to Nicola.
+""You set me up!"" Nicola said as he continued to pin the pattern on the material in front of him.
+""What! Moi? I would never do that!"" Sergio protested as he watched his brother picked up his sewing shears.
+""Don't give me that Sergio. Ever since you married Rachel you have been trying to get me to settle down. When did you meet her?"" Nicola asked as he made the first cut. The sharp rasp echoed through the room.
+""Who?""
+""Empress. When did you meet her?"" Nicola looked up and meet his brother's sheepish grin head on.
+""She's a friend of Rachel's. She met her when Amy needed a bridesmaid dress. They went to Empress's
+to find the perfect dress.""
+""And you thought that she would be perfect for me?"" he asked as he turned the material and made another cut.
+""Well, you have to admit that she is definitely your type,"" Sergio said defensively.
+""I don't have a type, Serigo.""
+""Admit it, you find her attractive.""
+""Whether I find her attractive or not, nothing is going to happen.""
+""And why is that?"" his brother asked.
+""I don't mix business and pleasure.""
+""And once the business is done?""
+Nicola looked up at his brother with a huge grin.
+""All bets are off.""
+* * * * *
+Em had just finished her first cup of coffee when Heidi knocked on her office door. She motioned for Heidi to join her. In front of her she once again had Nicola's designs spread across her desk.
+""Dressing casual today, Boss?"" Heidi asked as she propped her hip on the edge of the desk.
+""I didn't feel like dressing up. I plan on staying in the office. I have to set up a test group for this design,""
+Em replied as she stood and stretched. She walked over to the coffee pot and poured herself another cup.
+""Wow! These are pretty risque!"" Heidi said from behind her.
+""I know. Mr Rambaudi seems to think that our customers might actually go for it. I still think that they are better suited the sex shop down the street but I agreed to this test group. It will be worth it to put him in his place,"" Em said as she brought the cup to her mouth.
+""Do I sense some friction between you and the sexy Mr Rambaudi?""
+Em paused. She turned around to look at Heidi. Then a smile lit up her face.
+""I plan on driving him crazy.""
+""What! What did you do with my boss?"" Heidi asked -- shock evident in her voice.
+Em just smiled mischievously before turning back to her coffee. She had come to the realization that what was good for the goose was good for the gander. If Nicola thought he could use his sex appeal to sway her into buying his design then she wasn't above using what little sex appeal she had to distract him from his goal.
+* * * * *
+Em sighed with satisfaction as she hung the phone. She had managed to fulfill the all the slots for her test group. She picked up the business card that Nicola had given her. She really needed to call him and give him the correct sizes for each woman. She tapped the end of the card to her lips. She wasn't sure if she could handle talking to him just yet. After the long night that she had spent dreaming about him, she didn't
+know if her will power was up to even doing something as simple as talking to him on the phone.
+She was startled when the phone rang. She waited for Heidi to answer it up front, but after it had rung for the fourth time and the answering machine picked up, she realized that Heidi must have been busy with a customer.
+She nearly whimpered when Nicola's masculine voice filled the office. And unlike most people he had no problem talking to the machine.
+"" _Ciao, mi bella_ , I was wondering if you were being a _brav'ragazza_ and have the list of sizes for me. You know the sooner you get them for me - the sooner I can see you in my design. And _mi bella_ I have been imagining you in it all day. So give me a call, so we can make my fantasy come true.""
+Em moaned as her head dropped onto the desk. The sneaky bastard! She lifted her head and stared at the machine as if it were the most vile of things. She would show him his fantasy, she resolved. She would give him a peak and then jerk it away. She was going to show Mr. Rambaudi who would come out on top, she vowed. She grabbed the paper with the appropriate sizes on it and stood up. Grabbing her car keys and her wallet along with his card, she headed out the door. She would show him a thing or two.  
+* * * * *
+Nicola smiled as he hung the phone. He wondered how Em was going to react to his message. She was such an uptight little...well okay she wasn't little but she was definitely full of inhibitions. He would love to get her to come to his private beach and strip away all those little inhibitions, along with those stuffy clothes that she wore.
+""I can't believe you just did that!"" Sergio said with a laugh.
+""What?"" he asked arching his eyebrow at his brother.
+""I thought you said that you said that you don't mix business with pleasure!""
+""Aw, but I don't. The call is just carefully placed bait. If I don't challenge her, she will stall as long as possible before giving me the information. And the sooner I get the information...""
+""The sooner you finish the deal and get the girl?"" Sergio finished for him.
+* * * * *
+Em stood in front of her open closet, staring at it's meager offerings. Sure, she had business suits galore and a few nice dresses, but not a lot in the way of what her mother called hooker clothes. And that was exactly what she wanted to wear for her meeting with Nicola. She wanted to drive him absolutely crazy. She wanted to give
+him a peak of what she had but still hold it out of his reach. Her eyes lit on a tan leather skirt and top that Heidi had given her last Halloween along with a joke about her being Zena, the warrior princess. She had worn it only once at the Halloween party that she had thrown at her shop. If the reactions of the men that had attended
+were any indication - then the two piece outfit was sure to be right up Mr Nicola's alley. Pulling it from her closet, she fingered the soft supple leather and decided why not? You only live once.
+* * * * *
+Sergio stuck his head into Nicola's design shop interrupting once again what little progress Nicola had made.
+""Is there something you need brother?"" Nicola asked irritated at another interruption.
+""There is someone here to see you, little brother,"" he said as he stepped further into the room.
+""I'm busy!"" Nicola said coolly as he attempted to return to his work.
+""Do you really want me to tell Empress Chikowski that you don't have time for her, Nicola?"" Sergio asked softly.
+Nicola's head flew up and surprise - then pleasure filled his handsome face.
+""Hell no. Of course I have time for her,"" He laid his sheers back down and took off the elegant eyeglass frames that he wore when working with delicate fabric.
+""I figured as much. Just don't swallow your tongue when you see her,"" Sergio warned before shutting the door behind him. Nicola frowned at his brother's choice of words. Why would he swallow his tongue? He had plenty of ideas for his tongue and Empress and none of them had anything to do with swallowing. Well maybe
+....he mused as there was a soft knock on his door.
+""Come in,"" he called as fingered the fabric in front of him while still thinking about the way he could use his tongue on her.
+""Good afternoon, Nicola. I got your message and I had some errands on this end of town so I decided to drop the list of sizes off instead of calling,"" Em said as she neared the work table.
+""Holy shit!"" Nicola growled as he got his first look at her. His cock hardened in a rush. No wonder his brother had told him not to swallow his tongue. Empress looked like every man's fantasy wearing soft leather. He had expected her to have a wonderful figure after he had held her against him earlier but he had never expected her to be a total bombshell in disguise.
+""Pardon?"" Em asked softly, arching a dark eyebrow at him. If she was pleased by his lapse of manners, she didn't outwardly show it.
+""Damn, I am sorry _mi bella_. I wasn't expecting to see you today and you look wonderful. It must have been quite the errand for you to dress up in such an....attractive outfit,"" He said as he slowly stood keeping the work table between them. Due to its high surface, he was able to hide the fact that he was highly aroused. He was never more grateful that he had 'special ordered' the cutting table with his height in mind.
+""I'm sorry to interrupt your work but it sounded like you were anxious to get started. In fact when you called I was in the process of the setting up your focus group,"" She walked closer to his work table, her eyes curious.
+""It's no problem. In fact I'm working on the design right now. Would you like to take a look at it?"" He asked as she stopped next to the table.
+* * * * *
+""Could I?"" she asked a bit breathlessly as she drew in a deep breath filled with the spicy aftershave that he was wearing. If she had thought he looked yummy in the designer suit that he had been wearing the day before, he was mouth-watering in the the faded jeans and soft cotton shirt. When he moved around the desk, she immediately noticed that he was barefoot. It was obvious that he was quite at ease inside this room.
+""Of course."" He said as he took her hand and guided her to the other side of the room where a silk screen was set up. He moved the screen to one side so she could see the mannequin that it hid. She gazed at the beautiful dress that graced it. It seemed to hug and flow with the mannequin's curves.
+""Wow. It's beautiful. It gives the illusion that there is nothing there but still doesn't reveal anything that would get you arrested. What ever made you think of such an idea?"" she asked as she extended her hand, instinctively wanting to feel the fabric. She forced her hand to drop before she actually made contact. What
+the hell was she doing?
+""Go ahead, Em. Touch it,"" he said huskily beside her.
+She slowly did as he bade and nearly moaned aloud at the soft buttery feel of the fabric under her fingertips. Even though she managed not to moan - a soft gasp managed to escape her. Beside her she heard him answering with a growl. Startled she looked over at him. She nearly whimpered when she saw the desire in his eloquent dark eyes.
+""It's a very sensuous fabric,"" she finally managed to say as she jerked her gaze back to the dress.
+""Yes, it is,"" he said as he quickly jerked away from her side and headed back over to his work table. ""You said you had the sizes for me?"" he said briskly, his tone at odds with the huskiness of his voice.
+""Ah, yes,"" Em said as she reached into her hand bag and pulled out a folded piece of stationery. She walked over and handed it to him. She watched as he picked up a pair of glasses and placed them on his elegant nose. She was taken back but smiled at his gesture.
+""I need them for the small work,"" he explained with a laugh. ""I'm just a bit near-sighted.""
+She watched as he scanned the stationery.
+""I hope I got all the measurements that you needed,"" She said nervously.
+He glanced up from the stationery.
+""There's only one thing that's missing,"" he said as he stood and grabbed the soft measuring tape. She squeaked as he approached her with in his hand.
+""What did I miss?"" she asked backing up.
+""Going somewhere?"" he taunted as she backed into the closed door.
+""Yes. I have an errand..."" she trailed off.
+""Hmmm, I thought you ran your errand already but none the less, I'll make this quick,"" he assured her as he stopped a few inches from her.
+""What?"" she said breathlessly as he slid the measuring tape behind her.
+""You forgot your measurements,"" he said his mouth mere millimeters from hers. She could feel his breath against her parted lips.
+""My measurements?""
+""Yes. I need them for your dress. Relax,"" he said as she jerked in response. She gasped as she felt the tape wrap around her waist. She cringed as he pulled it flat against her gently rounded stomach. She flinched as he gazed down at the measuring tape to read the number on it.
+""Thirty-one and half,"" he murmured before sliding the tape down her stomach to her hips. She cringed again as it settled around them. He crouched down and then tightened the tape. She looked down at him as he soothed the tape into place. He glanced up at her with a half smile.
+""Forty three even,"" he said softly before rising up once more. She drew a deep breath as the tape slid back up caressing her sensitive body before it settled on her back.
+""Relax, _mi bella_ ,"" he whispered. She nearly moaned as he pulled the tape around her and it caressed her nipples. He looked down and whistled softly as he saw the measurement. ""Forty five and three eighths. Impressive, _mi bella_. And very tempting,"" he added before slowly releasing the tape. She drew a agged breath as the tape fell away and dragged across her hardened nipples.
+* * * * *
+Nicola stood at the window of his work room and watched as Em escaped in the yellow cab that had just pulled up. He rubbed the back of his neck and nearly growled in frustration at her hasty retreat. He couldn't finish this soon enough! It had taken all of his willpower not to throw her across his work desk and have his way with her. And if her reaction was any thing to go on, she had been affected just as much as he had been.
+He nearly groaned when he heard the quick tap of two knocks, a pause and then three more. Only one person knocked like that. He turned and watched as his brother's wife walked in.
+""Hey Rachel,"" he said as he walked back over to his work table.
+""How's my favorite brother-in-law this afternoon?"" she asked as she walked over and hopped up on his table.
+""Good. You know one of these days, Rach, you are going to end up with a pin stuck in your ass,"" he commented as he soothed the pattern back out and reached for his pins.
+""So how did it go?"" she asked him innocently.
+""How did what go?"" he asked as he deftly pinned the pattern onto the fabric.
+""Empress's visit. I know she was here. I saw her get into the elevator,"" Rachel said as she watched him cut the soft luscious fabric.
+""And what makes you think she was here to see me?"" he asked casually as he turned the fabric and continued to cut with great precision.
+""Look at me, Nicki,"" she scolded.
+Nicola's head shot up.
+""How many times do I have to ask you not to call me that?"" he grumbled.
+""About as many as I've asked you not to call me Rach?"" she said dryly. ""Now quit avoiding my question. How did it go?""
+""Fine, Rach. She stopped by to give me the measurements for the focus group. I will be happy when we get through this. I think she would look stunning in this design"", he admitted with a smile.
+""So YOU do find her attractive. I told Sergio that you wouldn't be able to resist her!"" she exclaimed.
+""And you couldn't resist trying to play matchmaker?"" he asked as he leaned back and folded his arms across his broad chest.
+""No. You haven't had a steady girl-friend in years, Nicola. And that's a shame. Em is a wonderful lady. I know she's not the type that you would normally date - but she has a heart of gold.""
+""How many times do I have to tell you and Sergio that I don't have a type!""
+""Really? Since I've know you, I've only seen you date petite blonds,""
+""Come on, Rach! We live in California. I've dated brunettes and red-heads too.""
+""And the fact that none of them have even come up to your shoulder?""
+""I'm a freak of nature! Hardly anyone comes up to my shoulder, shrimp,"" he said as he surged to his feet and lifted her off the table and carried her squirming body to the door. It wasn't much of challenge. Rachel was five nothing and weighed about a hundred pounds soaking wet with rocks in her pockets. He lifted bolts of cloth that were heavier than Rachel. He stuck his head out the door and yelled for his brother.
+Sergio stuck his head out of the office two doors down the hall.
+""Come get this woman of yours, Sergio!""
+""Well just throw her!"" Sergio joked as he stepped out into the hall. It was running joke between the two brothers. If Nicola was a freak at six seven, Sergio wasn't far behind at six five. They had been teasing Rachel about it for months.
+""Okay,"" he said good naturedly as he prepared to toss Rachel.
+""Don't you dare!"" she squealed as she smacked at him. He smiled devilishly.
+""Are you going to let my love life or my 'lack of it' alone?"" he asked.
+""But....""
+""Okay that's it!"" he scolded as he launched his petite sister-in-law in an arch down the hall at his brother. Sergio rushed forward and caught his wife. Nicola turned back to his workroom listening to his sister-in-law as she pleaded with his brother. He smiled as he heard the office door slam. Sergio would keep the little matchmaker occupied for the rest of the afternoon.
+* * * * *
+Two weeks later
+Em looked around the room at the women that had gathered for the focus group. She smiled nervously at Heidi. Tonight was the first feedback session on Nicola's design. She squirmed uncomfortably as her body predictably grew moist at even the thought of him. She had made herself scarce after the encounter in his work room.
+She had come unbearably close to raping the man.
+Heidi came over and stood next to her.
+""So what do you think, Em? Are we going to be one of the first shops to carry Nicola's new design or not?""
+""I don't know, Heidi,"" she said honestly as some of her most loyal customers chatted amongst themselves.
+""How are you two beautiful ladies tonight?"" Nicola asked as he joined them.
+""Fine,"" Em said as one of her customers waved at her. ""Excuse me.""
+* * * * *
+Nicola watched as Em scurried away. He turned to Heidi. With Em avoiding him, he had become very friendly with her assistant. She was a pleasant enough young lady but she didn't do a thing for him. He wanted Em and he had decided that he was going to have to have her.
+""Still avoiding me, I see,"" he said as he took a drink from the water bottle that he held in one calloused hand.
+""I don't know what has gotten into her lately, Nicola. She's been on pins and needles since this has started,"" Heidi admitted.
+Nicola thought about reassuring her that her boss would soon be in a much mellower mood. He had figured out that Empress was a very private woman and he didn't want to cause any gossip about her to her employees.
+""Oh, it's probably just nerves about this. I know she's been wanting to put me in my place,"" he replied as he screwed the cap back on his bottle.
+""She did say something about that."" Heidi admitted as they watched Em go around the room and pass out the questionnaires.
+""It looks like we're ready to get started. Shall we join them?"" Nicola asked as he offered Heidi his arm.
+""Lets get this party started."" she agreed.
+* * * * *
+Em drew a deep breath when Nicola stopped to stand next to her. She nearly whimpered as his aftershave teased her nose. She had to get this whole thing under control and herself first!
+""Thank you, ladies, for taking the time to come out tonight."" Nicola said in a deep voice. ""I know I would love to have all rave reviews but that is not the sole purpose for this focus group. I want to hear what is good about my designs but I also want to know what I can do to make them better. Empress was nice enough to give me each of your measurements and the dresses that I made for each of you was made specifically with your measurements in mind. So please feel free to be honest with me. I assure you that I have a thick skin.
+So shall we begin?"" he finished.
+* * * * *
+Em drifted from group to group of the ladies. After his opening statement, he had suggested that the ladies break up into groups of four and discuss the questionnaire. So far most of the feedback that she had heard was positive. They loved the style and quality of the design. Nicola did excellent work. There were a few negatives... such as where the women would actually wear the dress. Much like Empress, the women were concerned about the way that the dress displayed their ample bodies. They weren't sure that they would be able to wear the dress in public. And if they were going to spend their hard earned money on it -- was it worth it for just a dress that they would wear only in the privacy of their own home.
+""Hey there, _mi bella_ , "" Nicola said softly as he walked up behind Em. She shivered a bit as awareness ran down her spine. The man was lethal. He needed to wear bells so he couldn't sneak up on unsuspecting women, she thought.
+""Nicola,"" she replied as she glanced over her shoulder at him.
+""So are you ready to model my design?"" he asked softly enough that only she could hear him.
+""Counting your chickens before they hatch, are we?"" she said softly.
+""Some of the things you say,"" he chuckled.
+* * * * *
+Em shut the door as the last of the women left. She flipped the lock and leaned against it. What a night. She gazed around the room and debated on whether or not to clean up the mess or leave it for the morning. But as tempting as leaving it sounded, her practical Midwest upbringing would not let her. She grabbed the trash bin and started to clean up the mess.
+Nicola watched from the shadows as Em carried the trash can around the room and picked up the discarded cups, plates, and napkins. He had told Heidi that he would help Em clean up when she had mentioned earlier that she had to get home before her husband had to leave for work. She had felt guilty about leaving the mess for Em. Walking out of the shadows, he walked over and gathered up a handful of garbage.
+""Here, let me help with that,"" he said, referring to the trash can. Em jumped in surprise.
+""Dear God, I swear I'm going to put a bell around your neck, Nicola. You scared me,"" Em said as she
+pressed her hand over her heart.
+""Sorry. I promised Heidi I would stay and help. She felt guilty about having to go home,"" He said as he gathered up the last of the trash. ""So what's next?"" he asked.
+""I need to fold up the chairs and put them back in the closet, along with folding tables."" She said.
+""Well lets get to it. You look like you are tired, Em. Sooner we get this done the sooner you can go home,"" he said softly.
+""What? no sexual innuendo?"" she asked him.
+""Hey, I can be a nice guy, Empress. Just don't tell anyone,"" he joked.
+""I'm sure, no one would believe me any way,"" she retorted.
+""Just you wait. Tomorrow all bets are off, Em.""
+""You're just gloating that you won,"" Em protested.
+""I would like to think we both won, Empress,"" he said as he carried two of the chairs into the supply closet.
+""How do you figure? You aren't the one that is going to be damn near naked.""
+""Oh, is that the issue? If you wanted me naked all you had to do was say so,"" he said as he lifted the chairs =
+onto the special rack inside of the closet.
+""I didn't say that!"" she said quickly.
+""Oh,"" he said as he looked over at her knowingly. He knew damn well that she wanted him as much as he
+wanted her. This balancing game he had been playing was finally over. And come tomorrow he was going
+to start pursuing her.
+* * * * *
+Em dusted off her hands as she shoved the last chair into the closet.
+""Coming through,"" Nicola said as he carried the final table into the closet. He propped it up against the wall before wiping his forehead on his sleeve. He had gotten quite the workout carrying in the tables. Em had tried to help him but he had shooed her away.
+""Thanks for all the help,"" Em said as she secured the table by shoving the chair rack up against it. In the process she managed to bump up against Nicola who in turn bumped the heavy door. As it started to close, Em tried to catch it.
+""Ouch,"" Nicola said as Em stepped on his foot with her heel.
+""Sorry, sorry, catch that door!"" she had exclaimed as she tried to get around him.
+""What?"" he said as he tried to rub his aching foot.
+""Damn it!"" she exclaimed as it snicked shut.
+""What is the problem?"" he asked, ""we'll just open it again.""
+""Go ahead,"" she said frostily.
+He scowled at her before reaching over and grabbing the door handle. He frowned as it refused to budge.  
+""Ah, Em, what's wrong with your door?"" he asked before they were plunged into darkness. Em's startled
+gasp gave him a vague idea of where she was.
+""Why the HELL did the lights all go off?"" he growled.
+""What's wrong, Nicola? Scared of the dark?"" she taunted. He moved towards her voice and bumped into her.
+""I'll show you scared,"" he hissed as her delicious scent filled his nose. The slender hold he had on his overwhelming desire for her, snapped. He yanked her against him and covered her mouth with his. He had resisted as long as he could.
+* * * * *
+Em knew the moment that the door closed that it was over. She was going to be trapped in the closet with Nicola until Heidi came in the morning. And that there was no way that she was going to be able to resist him. And she wasn't wrong, she thought hazily as he thrust his tongue inside of her mouth. All the need and desire flared to life inside of her as his tongue rubbed against hers.
+She moaned when he wrenched his mouth away from hers. Their ragged breathing filled the darkness.
+""The door locks automatically from the outside,"" she tried to explain.
+""I don't care,"" he growled as he covered her mouth once more. When his hand covered her breast, she
+groaned. She arched into him as he teased her hard nipple with his thumb.
+""Nicola, please,"" she whimpered.
+""Yes!"" he said as he slipped his hand under her top in search of bare skin, ""you don't know how long I've wanted to do this?""
+Em arched across his arm and jerked as he found her breast. As he traced the outline of her nipple, she panted.
+""I want you, Em. Can I have you?"" he pleaded in the darkness.
+* * * * *
+Em stilled as his impassioned plea struck her. She trembled as the desire coursed through her. Maybe this was the perfect opportunity, she thought. In the darkness, he couldn't see her body. He wouldn't be able to find her lacking. She might actually be able to relax and let nature take it's course.
+""Yes"", she whispered.
+""Are you protected?"" he asked hoarsely.
+""No,"" she groaned as he released her, ""do you have something?""
+""No. But that's not to say we can't do other things,"" he said after a moment.
+""Other things?"" she said softly.
+""Yes. Come here, Em."" his husky voice whispered through darkness.
+Em fumbled her way towards his voice. She nearly moaned when she came up against his half naked chest. Evidently he had taken advantage of the darkness to unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt. That had been what he had done after he had released her. Crisp hairs teased the palms of her hands as she slid them up to rest on his broad shoulders.
+She nearly squealed when his hands came down and gripped her waist and lifted her off her feet.
+""Shh...relax,"" he said against her temple as he turned with her.
+She felt the hard surface of one of the counters that lined the one side of the closet. She held her breath as he fumbled with the long skirt that she was wearing. Trying to help, she lifted her hips. He managed to drag the skirt up far enough that he could step in between her spread legs. She felt the folds on her blouse loosen
+just before his calloused hands slipped inside to cup her aching breasts. She cried out softly in response.
+""Front or back?"" he asked as he continued to fondle her breasts.
+""What?"" she gasped as his thumbs teased her hard nipples through the material.
+""Help me here, Em. Does this bra open in the back or front? I've been dying to see and feel these beauties since I measured them two weeks ago,"" he said as he pressed open-mouthed kisses against her neck.
+Em focused on his words and sent a silent prayer heavenward, that the lights were out. At times she felt like a freak of nature. Since she had been a teenager, she had to special order her bras. Add to that the fact that the first thing that most men saw was her breasts so she had a tendency to be uncomfortable about their size.
+""Em, I'm dying here,"" he groaned as he strung kisses down her neck.
+""Back,"" she answered as he fastened his mouth on the crook of her neck and shoulder. She held her breath as his fingers expertly opened the back closure of her bra. She gave a sigh of pleasure as he loosened the bra and freed her breasts. She pressed her breasts into his hands and whimpered as he squeezed and gently kneed her sensitive flesh.
+""Damn,"" he growled before lifting her by her waist so her freed breasts were level with his mouth. He hungrily latched onto one of her nipples.
+Em tensed as pleasure shot from her nipple to her womb. A sharp gasp escaped her tight throat when he released one nipple to attack the other. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her fingers in his hair to hold him to her.
+He chuckled against her as he ran his hands up and under her skirt. His fingers brush her inner thigh before sliding around to palm her ass and pull her tight against his rock hard cock. They both moaned as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She whimpered as he released her nipple and let her slide down his chest. He stopped her slide when he spun around and pressed her back up against the nearest wall. He
+rocked against her as she cried out.
+""You're so sexy. Just stand here and let me explore,"" he said against her ear as he slid his fingers into under the elastic of her panties.
+""Nicola!"" she pleaded as his inquisitive fingers slid between the globes of her butt.
+""What a sexy ass, you have _mi brav'ragazza_ ,"" he whispered before dipping his tongue inside her ear.
+"" _Mi brav'ragazza?_ ,"" she asked as his mouth slid down from her ear to land on the side of her neck. He unwrapped her legs from his waist and set her on her feet.
+""My good girl,"" he translated as he sank to his knees in front of her. He reached up with both hands and slowly slid her panties down her endless legs.
+""What are you...."" she asked breathlessly as he draped one of her legs over his shoulder.
+""Shh....I'm exploring 'other things',"" he said as he pressed a kiss against her thigh, ""hmmm...you smell delicious, Em."" and then he nibbled her thighs.
+""Oh my...."" she gasped as she felt his lips press against her pussy. A moment later she felt the glide of his tongue and groaned. Her thighs began to tremble as her climax came closer.
+""hmmm,"" he growled against her. She shrieked when he slid two fingers inside of her.
+""Nicola!"" she pleaded. He lifted his head and his raspy breathing could be heard in the darkness.
+""Yum. You are so wet, _mi brav'ragazza_ ,"" he said as the sound of her wetness around his fingers could be heard. She panted as he slowly started to thrust his fingers in and out of her. ""Damn, I wish I could sink inside of you. You are so tight,"" he rasped just before she felt the wet heat of his mouth press against her clit. She tossed her head as she teetered on the verge of coming. She couldn't believe it, he was actually going to come with a man! As his tongue flickered over her hard clit, he thrust his fingers
+faster inside of her, his groan of approval vibrating against her.
+""I've...I've...never....ah..."" she gasped.
+""Mmmm-hmmmm,"" he moaned in approval.
+""Nicola!"" she screamed as her climax began.
+* * * * *
+Nicola growled happily as Em's juices flooded his hand. She tasted delicious. She was a regular wildcat, bucking against his face and fingers. If he didn't know any better, he would have swore that it was the first time she had ever been gone down on. The only thing that would have made it any better for him was if he would have been able to see her beautiful face as she came. As she finally came down from her release, he eased his fingers from her and slowly lifted his face after giving her one last lick. He laid his head against her stomach as he waited for her to quiet. In his pants, his cock throbbed. He wished that he would have
+thought to place a condom in his pocket. He didn't know if she would reciprocate or not but maybe she would be willing to help him take matters in hand, so to speak.
+""Are you okay, _mi brav'ragazza_?"" he asked as he slowly stood up, painfully readjusting his aching cock.
+""Wow,"" she said, her voice full of awe and satisfaction.
+""You liked that?"" he asked as he pressed his lips against hers. She moaned softly as she tasted herself -creamy salty lusciousness - on him.
+""Unbelievable,"" she whispered when he lifted his head. His harsh breathing filled the room.
+""Why, _mi brav'ragazza_? Is it so out of character for you to have a man kneeling in front of you, worshipping your body?""
+""Well....I don't usually do this kind of thing in my closet,"" she said.
+""I see. So what do you _normally_ do in your closet?"" he asked as he slowly unbuckled his belt. His cock was killing him. He needed relief, even if she wasn't going to help. As hot as he was, even listening to her sexy voice would get him off.
+Her huskily laughter teased his senses. He unbuttoned his slacks and the loud sound of his zipper filled the closed closet.
+""Nicola?"" her whisper held a note of wariness.
+""Shh, _mi bella_. I won't take anything you won't give me willingly. My little 'taste' has made me harder than hell and I am not to arrogant to take matters into my own hands,"" he explained as he freed his aching cock from the confines of his snug briefs. His sigh of relief echoed through the room. For a moment there was
+silence and Nicola thought he might have shocked her. Pleasure flooded his system as he ran his hand over the head of his cock and down the shaft. He reached under it to cup his aching balls. He couldn't remember ever being as hard as he was now.
+""Let me,"" her voice whispered into his ear. He hissed as she gently bit his ear. This was definitely a new experience for him. And one that he could get used to, he thought as she nibbled her way down his neck. He chuckled when she grabbed the neck of his dress shirt and tugged hard. The soft ping of the buttons hitting various surfaces was barely noticeable.
+""Impatient?"" he growled as she pushed him back the wall where she had been such a short time ago.
+""A bit. Now, just stand here and let ""me"" explore,"" she said giving him back his earlier command.
+""Explore?"" he gasped as she lightly bit one of his nipples.
+""Other things,"" she said as she pressed damp kisses against his abdomen. He pressed his head back
+against the wall when she pushed his hands away from his cock. She replaced his hands with hers.
+""Dio mio!"" he exclaimed when she licked the head and sucked him inside of her mouth. He had hoped but hadn't dare believe Ms. Empress Chikowski would actually go down on her knees and return the favor. Not that he was going to stop her.
+""Hmm,"" she grumbled against him. He tensed as she cupped his balls with one hand and wrapped her
+hand around the base of him. Her tongue was doing wicked things to him. He could feel every brush of it against his sensitive glans as she teased the underside with the flat of her tongue.
+""Em, I..."" he gritted between clenched teeth as she gently squeezed his balls and stroked her hand up and down the his shaft as she released him from her mouth to only tongue and suck the end of him.
+""You taste delicious,"" she informed him before sucking him back inside of her mouth before quickly releasing him, ""like the air before a thunderstorm....heavy and salty.""
+Nicola slid his hands into her hair and gently guided her back to his near to bursting cock. He needed her mouth on him. And now.
+""Please, Em,"" he pleaded.
+""So hard,"" she cooed as she ran her hands up and down him and breathed on the head of his cock. ""And mine to have?"" she asked when his hips shot forward in a desperate attempt to find entrance into her mouth.
+"" _Fai come vuoi,_ "" he said as he fell back into the language of his youth.
+""Hmmm?"" she questioned as she licked the end while holding him still for her nimble tongue.
+""Do as you please,"" he translated roughly as he released her hair and slapped his hands back against the wall. His control was fraying rapidly. He had promised her that he wouldn't force her to do anything and he was dangerously close to grabbing her head and burying his cock in her wet mouth. It was taking all of his
+willpower to let her go at her own pace.
+""I do believe I will and you know what would please me, Nicola?"" she asked she licked the precum leaking from him.
+""What?"" he groaned, his chest heaving.
+""For you to come in my mouth. Do you think that you could do that for me? In your _brav'ragazza's_ mouth?"" she asked him as she sucked the head back into her mouth, not waiting for his reply.
+"" _Sì!_ "" he agreed desperately as he locked his hands behind his neck.
+"" _Buono,_ "" she replied.
+"" _Dio mio,_ "" he panted as he flew over the edge at hearing her speak even the most basic phrases of his native tongue.
+* * * * *
+Em sucked strongly as he filled her mouth with rope after rope of semen. She could feel him trembling as she gentled her mouth and soft lips.
+""Empress.""
+She smiled as she licked away the last traces of his release before slowly letting him drop out of her mouth. She was surprised when he didn't immediately soften.
+""Nicola?"" she questioned as she ran her hand down his still hard shaft.
+""Yeah?"" he replied hoarsely.
+""You are still hard. Didn't I please you?"" she asked.
+""Yes, you did! don't mind him. He's a greedy bastard,"" he chuckled wearily.
+""Really? Well, we'll see about that,"" she said naughtily before sucking him back into her mouth.
+* * * * *
+Em looked at herself in the floor length mirror in Nicola's guest room. It had been a week since the episode in her closet at Empress's. They had seen each other several times since Heidi had arrived the next morning and released them from the closet. After explaining that a car had hit the transformer near the shop, she apologized for not releasing them sooner. It had knocked out all the electricity and blocked the road. It was reassuring to Em to know that the fail safe that she had installed after the first time the door had locked her in, wasn't actually defective.
+Even though there had been ample opportunity for Em to further their sexual relationship and she had made the offer but Nicola seemed a bit standoffish since then. Maybe he was satisfied with the oral sex that she had given him and wanted nothing further from her.
+So now, she was at his house, in his guest bedroom, trying on the dress as she had promised. She stared in disbelief at how the dress molded to her figure, accenting her curves but hiding her obvious flaws. Or what she saw as flaws. But now did she have the courage to go downstairs and face it's creator?
+* * * * *
+Nicola paced back in forth as he spoke with his brother.
+""Are you sure you know what you are doing, Nicola?"" Sergio asked.
+""No, but if I don't try, I'll never know. She's crawled under my skin and I have to find out if she will accept me.""
+""This is a rather harsh way to do this. Does she realize that your invitation to your private beach is actually an invitation to the family nudist reunion?""
+""No.""
+""You are braver man than I am. Let hope she doesn't want your _coglione_ on a silver platter.""
+""Rachel took to it well,"" Nicola said as he rubbed the back of his neck.
+""Yes, she did but she loves me,"" Sergio agreed as his wife came into the living room.
+""Well, I am hoping that with everyone here wearing our new design it will ease her into my life."" Nicola said sheepishly.
+""Lets hope it doesn't back fire on you."" Sergio replied as he took Rachel's hand and led her outside to join the rest of the Rambaudi family.
+"" _Dio mio_ , I hope not."" he whispered softly. ""because I'm in love her.""
+* * * * *
+Nicola took a deep breath as he walked up the stairs to check on Em. She had been hiding in his guest room for the last hour. He was dying to see how she looked in his design. Knocking softly on the door he waited for her to bid him to enter.
+""Yes,"" came her hesitant response.
+""It's me, _mi brav'ragazza_ ,"" Nicola said as he slowly opened the door. He stepped into the room and caught his breath as he saw her standing in front of the mirror. Her body showed off his creation to perfection. True, she wasn't a petite woman as Rachel or any other woman he had met. But he would never have to worry about hurting her when passion had him wrapped in it's coils. She now more than ever reminded him of an amazon princess. His amazon, he hoped.
+""I can't believe that you talked me into this, Nicola. This dress is quite scandalous."" Em said as she turned to face him. She was surprised when he walked over and took her hands in his. She could see warmth and caring in their deep chocolate depths.
+""You look beautiful, _mi bella_ "" he assured her as he slowly coaxed her out of the room.
+""Where are we going?"" she asked softly.
+""For a walk. On my private beach. Come, _mi brav'ragazza_ , be a bit daring with me."" he urged.
+""But you are not the one that is half naked."" she protested as he led her to the sliding glass door that led out to the beach.
+""No, _mi bella_ , I am not half naked,"" he agreed as he opened the silk robe that he had been wearing when she arrived at his house.
+She gasped when he slid the robe off and stood before her in all his naked glory.
+""Nicola!"" she gasped.
+""Zio Nicola!"" a small girl's voice yelled from the beach.
+* * * * *
+Em swung around and blushed to the roots of her hair. Running up the beach was a small brunette that was naked as a jaybird. Or so she thought until, the little girl cme within a few feet of her. She was actually w earing a smaller version of the dress that Em herself was wearing and she looked as if she might be all of five years old.
+"" _Buon pomeriggio,_ Rosario,"" he said as he dropped down on one knee and hugged the little girl, oblivious to the fact that he was kneeling on the sand naked as the day he was born. When he stood back up, he picked the little girl up effortlessly. He turned to Em, who was standing there with a shocked look on her face.
+""Say hello, to Empress, Rosario. She is a close friend of mine,"" he told the girl softly.
+"" _Buon pomeriggio,_ Empress."" the little girl said, her Italian accent thick.
+""Em, this is my niece. Her father and mother are visiting me from Italy. In fact we are having a family reunion this afternoon. I would love for you to stay and join us."" Nicola said softly as a woman rushed up from the beach, to claim her daughter.
+""Rosario, I told you to wait for Nicola to bring his friend down,"" the woman scolded softly as she took the little girl from Nicola. ""I am so sorry, Nicola. She got away from me."" the woman said before hurrying back down the beach. Em couldn't believe her eyes. The mother too was wearing Nicola's design.
+""So what do you say, Empress. Would you do me the honor of being my date for the reunion?"" he asked
+huskily as he pressed her hand against his beating heart.
+""Nicola, you can't mean to go down there like that!"" Em gasped as she stared as his nude body.
+""Why?"" he asked innocently.
+""Because there are children..."" she said as she gestured to the people that were gathered further down the beach.
+""Em, look at me,"" he whispered.
+She turned and tried to keep her eyes on his.
+"" _Mi brav'ragazza,_ I want you to understand something. The human body has nothing to be ashamed off. Whether a person is short or tall, slender or fat or somewhere in between, the human body is beautiful. And my _famiglia_ celebrates that. This is why I purchased a home that had a private beach.""
+""You are telling me that your entire family are practicing nudists?"" she squeaked.  
+""Yes, back home, Em, nudism is very common, we don't hide our bodies. Today in honor of you, my
+ _famigilia_ has chosen to wear my design. I am aware that not every woman or man feels comfortable walking around in the nude. Hence my inspiration for my designs. Why not give to those who aren't ready for the reality of being naked, the illusion of it while still preserving their modesty. My _famigila_ has chosen
+to do this as a gift to you but do not be shocked if later they decide to take them off."" he said gently.
+Em closed her eyes at the thought of her family doing such a thing. It just boggled her mind.
+""Won't you at least stay and let me show you the difference between nudity and taking pleasure in the
+human body?""
+Em looked around in a daze, her mind whirling.
+""Why would they do this?"" she finally asked.
+""Because I have told them that I love you, _cara mia_."" he said as he stared out at the water.
+""You love me?"" she squeaked.
+He turned back to face her.
+""Yes. I fell in love with you the first time you gave me hell for trying to use my charms on you."" he said as he gently touched her hair.
+""You sure have a hell of way showing it!"" she stated hotly.
+""Why are you so angry with me, Empress?"" he asked.
+""I thought that you didn't want me anymore,"" she whispered.
+""Not want you?"" he asked in disbelief.
+""You haven't seemed interested since that night in my closet.""
+""Oh, _cara mia_ , the only reason I didn't is because I wouldn't have been able to let you go if I had
+known the pleasure of possessing you fully. And I need to make sure that you can accept all of me.
+And this is what this is about."" he said gesturing to his family on the beach. ""So will you come with me?""
+he asked.
+Em looked up in his honest eyes and knew that even though she was scared, she had to give this brave man a chance. He had laid everything on the line without asking for anything more than a chance from her.
+""I'll go."" she agreed and tentatively held her hand out to him.
+"" _Grazie, mi brav'ragazza,_ "" he whispered against the palm of her hand before pressing his lips against hers.
+* * * * *
+Six months later
+Empress stood at her husband's side and watched as her new nieces and nephews frolicked in the ocean
+waves. She found it almost a dream - like a dream come true. She had finally found a man who loved her as she was and was just as passionate about her as he was his work. Growing up in a small town in Iowa, she never one day dreamed that she would ever be standing on the beach naked as the day she was born and feel comfortable about it. But with a bit of coaxing from her sister in law and a lot of love from her husband - she had finally made it.
+""Zia Em, you're naked!"" Rosario clapped with glee as she rushed up to Em and tackled her legs. Em smiled fondly at the little girl.
+""So it seems,"" Em said as she effortlessly picked up the little girl. ""but how could I let a little girl like you, do something that I couldn't?"" she teased before tickling the little girl. Rosario giggled and squirmed to be let down. Em released her with a sigh of pleasure and watched as the girl ran off to join her cousins in the warm waters.
+""Thank you, _mi mogile_."" Nicola said as he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her back
+against his nude body.
+""No, thank you, Nicola, for breaking me out of my shell,"" she replied as she relaxed in his arms....
+and they all lived happily ever after."
+232,Modern Fairy Tales Ch. 13,Boxlicker101,Chain Stories,2009-09-02,2009-09-02,2022-01-08 03:52:55,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/modern-fairy-tales-ch-13,The Three Little Pigs.,"['Getting Away', 'Pimp', 'Prostitutes']",4.14,"They weren't really little and they weren't really pigs; they were just called that by way of being disrespected by their pimp. Actually, they were all beautiful young black women and classmates, who had been working as prostitutes to pay their way through college. To keep the cops or other pimps from hassling them, they signed on as members of the stable of girls maintained by Tyrone Wolfe, who was known to be the baddest pimp in town. After graduation, when they were ready to leave Tyrone and look for more conventional jobs, the pimp strongly objected to their leaving.
+""You pigs ain't gonna leave me 'til I say so, and that ain't gonna be for a long fuckin' time. Maybe never. I been taking good care a you, and I'm gonna keep doin' it. Any of you whores try leavin' me, you gonna get messed up bad. Ya got that?""
+""Yes, Tyrone,"" the women answered him, and repeated it when he insisted on hearing their assent again. All three of them were afraid of the man because they knew he meant what he said.
+They also meant what they said about leaving the life of prostitution. The money had been good; the hours were short, and the work had been less tiring and onerous than many other jobs would have been, but there was no future in it, except drug addiction and maybe prison. None of them had ever intended continuing in the profession, once they earned their degrees, and they still didn't. The difference now was that they would have to be sneaky enough to get away from Tyrone and avoid his informants, which included pretty much all the local underworld and a substantial part of the city police department. They were sure there were others, whom none of them knew about, who would rat them out in a minute to get on the good side of the king pimp.
+The other two recent graduates looked up to Francine, because she was the smartest of the group, and believed her new degree in Business Administration with an emphasis on Accounting could be her ticket to the good life. She was practical enough to have seen that major as being the most promising, and her presence on the Dean's List for her entire college career almost guaranteed her a position in a major accounting firm, with a partnership in the near future.
+""What are we going to do, Frankie,"" asked Theresa. ""I don't want to stay on the streets any longer than I have to. I know we can all do better, but what are we going to do about Tyrone?"" She was less practical than her friend, and had just earned her bachelors' degree in Liberal Arts, but was unsure what she would do with it.
+""Nothing yet,"" Francine answered. ""Not until we start our periods.""
+The three women shared an apartment, which had been fine with Tyrone Wolfe, since the living arrangements allowed him to keep track of them more easily. As usual with women sharing living quarters, all three of them could always count on beginning their menses on the same day, which made for a rough few days every month, but the shared apartment was economical and had helped them stay clear of debt while attending college. They had even been able to put away a substantial amount of money in the bank by the time they graduated.
+""Can't we just walk away?"" asked the third of Tyrone's ""pigs."" She had majored in the History of Art while in college, even though she had no idea what she would ever do with the degree. She just liked art in general, and always had, and hoped something would turn up.
+""No, Carrie. We've made Tyrone suspicious now, so we have to keep working for him until our periods start. He won't expect us to show up when that happens, so it'll give us a couple of days to get away from him.""
+Although the other two didn't like the idea, they had to admit that Francine was right. As always, she was being the most practical of the trio. The next evening, clad in their short, bright dresses with the plunging necklines, they all turned up at the meeting place where Tyrone was expecting them. He surveyed them critically.
+""Okay, you bitches get to work. And I don't wanna hear no more 'a yer bullshit about quittin' on me.""
+Tyrone was glad to see the young women turned out and ready to work, but he didn't trust them. They were three of the prizes in his first-class stable of prostitutes, young and sexy and beautiful, and in demand from the johns who wanted to do business with him. He had already made a lot of money from their work, and he intended to make a lot more, but he knew that could only happen if he kept them in line by violence or threats of violence.
+The boss pimp gave them their assignments, and went about doing the other things that needed to be done in his line of work while Francine, Theresa and Carrie went about their part of his work. When they met him after all their assignments had been completed and all their johns satisfied, he took what he considered to be his share of what they had earned. All three women made sure they didn't hold out anything, because they didn't want to attract any undue attention from their pimp or do anything to antagonize him any more than they already had.
+With the night's work done, Tyrone drove them to their apartment in his big Lincoln Navigator while dropping off the rest of his stable. He used the SUV while supervising his women; otherwise, he drove a baby-blue Mercedes, as befit his status as the city's leading pimp.
+Things went on that way for another two weeks, until Francine called Tyrone one morning. ""Hello, Tyrone,"" she greeted him apologetically. I just started my period today and I won't be able to work tonight. I didn't ask the other girls yet, but I'm sure they did too.""
+""Okay, Whore. I'll see you and the others in a couple of days. Don't take too fuckin' long.""
+Tyrone knew that sometimes one of his girls would claim to be in her period so she could goof off for a few days, and he kept track of the dates for all of them in his stable. He knew it was that time of the month for all three who shared the apartment, and they wouldn't be able to work. Once in a while, he got a special request from a john who wanted a woman who was in her menses, but he didn't happen to have one for that evening.
+The three escapers knew they only had a few days to leave the city, and that they had to make the most of them. ""Where are you going to go?"" Francine asked the other two. She was worried about their lack of practicality, and was afraid of what would happen if Tyrone caught up with any of them. Not only would he brutally punish the woman he caught, he might somehow be able to trace the others through her.
+""I'm going to go to my parents' farm, where they raise hay and straw,"" Carrie answered. ""It's almost a hundred miles west of here, and Tyrone wouldn't have any way to know about the place.""
+Francine had her doubts about that. ""Are you sure you'll be safe there? I don't trust the SOB one inch. He might know about the farm and, if he does, he'll be sure to go there looking for you.""
+""There's no way Tyrone can know anything about the farm. I've never told anybody but you two where I'm from. Let's keep in touch, though. We've all got our cell phones.""
+Theresa answered the same question. ""I'm going to my parents' home too. It's way out in the suburbs, not too far from where Carrie will be staying. I'll be safe there and, yes, let's keep in touch.""
+Francine told them where she would be heading too. ""I've arranged to get an apartment in a secure building in another city. Another state, even. I wish you guys would come with me, because I think we have a better chance of making our getaway if we stick together and go some place where we aren't known by anyone. Tyrone has his informants, especially those in the police force."" She gave them the address, just in case either of her friends needed a place of refuge. She knew there was some risk in doing telling them because of the possibility of Tyrone catching up with one of them, but she felt protective enough of her friends to take the chance.
+Each of the three women had her own car, and they had a three day head start in driving to where they hoped to be safe from their former pimp. They had that because Francine made a point of calling in for the next few days, using her cell phone, telling Tyrone that the bleeding was still going on. He grumpily acknowledged it, but, on the first day their menses could have been expected to have ended, there was no phone call. When he used the keys he had forced them to turn over to him, he found all their clothing and personal items gone from their apartment. The enraged Tyrone swore he would track them all down and make each of them an example of what happened to anyone who dared to cross him.
+Francine had been right in her concerns; he had informants all over, including the registry office of the university, and the woman he knew there told him the addresses of record for all three of the truants. Because Francine's home was in that same city, he decided to go after her first. The plan was that he and three henchmen would go to her home, force her to return with them to his headquarters, and beat and cut her to within an inch of her life. After that, she would be forced to turn tricks in the back room of one of the skid row bars he owned until she was too old for anybody to even want to fuck her. After that, he wouldn't care what happened to her.
+Unfortunately for Tyrone, Francine's mother, a widow, no longer lived in the small rented home that was the domicile of record, and the young family of Hmong immigrants who did live there were obviously not related to his quarry. He considered killing them to cover his tracks, but thought better of it. As long as he kept them paid off, the local cops and other authorities let him operate freely, but even they would have balked at such a gratuitously bloody episode. Instead, he terrified the immigrants into promising to forget his presence there by telling them how he would kill the whole family if any of them ever told even a single person of the day's events.
+Being thwarted in his plan regarding the first of the escaping women infuriated Tyrone, and made him even more determined to catch the other two. He also believed he would be able to beat and torture information out of any of the three missing pigs he did locate, and this made him even more driven to lay his hands on Carrie or Theresa. The day after his failure in finding Francine, he and the same three thugs went to the farm owned by Carrie's parents.
+They had been told all about her life in the city, especially how she supported herself while in college and the predicament that had resulted. They weren't happy about it, but she was their daughter and they would give her a place to hide from those who wanted to do her harm. They also didn't share her naïve confidence that she had made a clear escape from her vengeful pimp, so they struck a deal with Carrie. For the time being, she would stay in the large outbuilding they called the straw house because it was the place where they put the harvested straw to dry. The June weather was warm enough that she would have no problems and if, after a few months, her former pimp hadn't come after her, she could return to the main house if she wanted.
+Carrie didn't like the idea of living in the straw house, but she didn't blame her parents for being cautious. They were looking out for themselves and for her. The idea was, if Tyrone did show up, she would have an opportunity to make a run for it in her car, which was left parked behind her temporary quarters, The escape route would be down the farm lane and onto the county road and, from there, to the main highway. Carrie was to make certain to always keep her cell phone available so she would be able to warn her fellow fugitives if Tyrone and his minions did show up.
+Five days after Carrie arrived home, which was only two days after her menses stopped, the escape plan had to be put into effect. She was in the main house, heard a vehicle turn into the driveway and looked out the window. When she saw the familiar Navigator, she told her parents the bad news and bolted out the back door to the straw house. Most of the things she had brought from the city were still in a suitcase, which she threw into the car before driving away. She took the time only to call a warning to Theresa on her cell phone and to call Francine and tell her she was on her way.
+The farm lane was concealed from the driveway by the straw house, and nobody would have been able to see her leave. Carrie did not feel she was deserting her parents, because they would be safer if she was not there, and would have an infinitely better chance of fooling Tyrone. He and his thugs were after her, and would have no reason to do anything to them if he could be convinced she had not returned to their home after finishing college. Although ruthless, he was not stupid to let himself in for trouble away from his home town and his flunkies on the police force and in the courts.
+One of the vengeful pimp's henchmen that day was one of those police flunkies, off duty but in uniform. They decided tell her parents they were seeking to interview their errant daughter who had been an innocent witness to drug dealing. With that ruse, they gained entrance by showing his badge, and they were reasonably polite, as the police would have been expected to be, to the older couple who owned the property.
+""Sir,"" the uniformed man addressed Carrie's father. ""Your daughter is needed in the city as a witness. We quite strongly believe she saw a criminal selling drugs to children, and this is her last known address. Is she here, or have you seen her? We also believe the criminal knows about her and is looking for her too and, if he finds her before we can protect her, it's curtains.""
+""No, officer, we haven't. We know she graduated from college weeks ago but we weren't able to attend. We expected her to be here by now. Is she in trouble?""
+""No, Sir, she's in no trouble at all, as long as we can find her before the drug dealer does. Do you mind if we look around?""
+""Not at all, Officer. Even if our daughter was in trouble, we're always glad to help out the police.""
+He led them to what would have been Carrie's room, and they looked inside. The bed was neatly made, and the windows were closed, even though it was already a warm day. Tyrone, who thought he was passing himself off as a detective, looked in the closet and found few articles of clothing, and those he did find were old. When he looked, he found no underwear in the dresser drawers where such things would have been expected to be. No textbooks or recently printed books on art were in the room either. The one bathroom in the small house had two toothbrushes in a holder on the sink, and he concluded that his quarry had not taken refuge in the home of her parents.
+Although seething with frustration, Tyrone and his minions stayed in character and thanked the occupants of the house for their assistance. The uniformed member of the group left his business card with the request that they call if they heard anything at all from their daughter. Her parents promised they would, and the ersatz lawmen left, hoping to do better at finding Theresa, but with their confidence waning.
+It dropped to almost zero when they reached the suburban home of Theresa's parents, which was a single story house with an attached garage. There had been no outbuilding for her to camp out in, but that had not been necessary. She got the telephoned warning from Carrie in plenty of time to grab whatever belongings she wanted to take, pack them in her car and drive away from the long, wooden house toward where she knew Francine had a safer location. Her parents had all the time they needed to conceal any trace that their daughter might have been there and, when they were done, her bedroom looked just as unused as Carrie's had.
+The discussion of Tyrone and his gang members with Theresa's parents was also similar to their conversation with those of Carrie, and produced the same results. The investigations of her room and the bathroom she would have been using were equally unproductive. No trace of the daughter of the house could be found and, for all they knew, she hadn't been there since Christmas, which her parents said was the last time they had seen her. They had also not been able to attend the graduation ceremony.
+The frustrated hunters went back to their lair, but Tyrone Wolfe swore that he would not give up, ever. The three little pigs had made a fool of him, and he could not and would not allow that to pass, because of the damage it would do to his street credibility. If it ever became common knowledge, he might even be no longer considered the baddest pimp in town. Even worse, the many other prostitutes who stayed with him only out of fear might be encouraged to sneak away also. The word was sent out that there was a large financial reward and other benefits for any information that would lead to the capture of any of the three pigs who had defied their master.
+Carrie and Theresa both made good their escapes, arriving at almost the same time at the brick building where Francine had an apartment. They had both called about their impending arrival, and she made them as welcome as she was able in the limited confines of the one-bedroom apartment. Their living quarters were actually slightly larger than their previous shared apartment, but still crowded. Carrie and Theresa made themselves at home as well as they could, while the three frightened women decided what to do next.
+Francine was more worried than the others. She was quite sure they were safe in the brick building, barring some really unusual coincidence, but they would not be able to stay there in hiding forever. She believed she had a promising future, and her friends had their lives ahead of them too. Francine was quite unwilling to give up her career and make them give up theirs, after sweating out four years at the university, just to hide from some creepy thug.
+There was another aspect facing her and them. Francine had squirreled away as much of her earnings as she could while in college, and her friends had saved their money too, but not even all three of them could possibly have put away enough to support themselves indefinitely. They would have to go out to look for work sooner or later, and the longer they waited, the harder it would be. The problem they had was thinking of a plan to get Tyrone Wolfe off their backs, and she quickly realized the only way to accomplish that would be to put him out of circulation for a long time.
+Hiring a hit man or doing the job herself was out of the question. He had too many resources, too much protection and too many connections to even think seriously of that. He was a criminal, and a ruthless one, and had probably committed hundreds of crimes she didn't even know about, but he was pretty much immune from prosecution. The cops and probably the courts in his town were in his pocket, and the state wouldn't want to get involved in local matters.
+That would leave the feds, or the FBI to take him down. They probably had a pile of information on him, but they could only bust him for a federal crime, and she didn't know for sure of any he had ever committed. Therefore, she reasoned, he would have to be induced to commit one, preferably away from his home town, so the FBI could do what they probably wanted to do anyhow. The more she thought about it, the more she came to realize what crime that would have to be, and where he would have to be made to commit it and whom the victims would have to be.
+After making up her mind, Francine went to the local office of the FBI where she spoke to a man who introduced himself as Agent Donovan. She wore a pinstriped skirt and matching blazer, with a white blouse, because she wanted to give him the impression that she knew what she was doing, which she did. After listening to her explain the situation, he was more than a bit skeptical.  
+""We know who Tyrone Wolfe is, of course, and we'd love to take him down, but we don't know for sure of any federal laws he's broken. Do you know of any for sure?""
+""How about the Mann Act?""
+""That would be a good one, but do you know of any girls who were abducted or transported across a state line to work for him?""
+""I'm pretty sure there are some. The girls are all afraid to talk about it much, even to each other, but I've heard about some who were. I know for sure he was holding me and the other two women against our wills and forcing us to work for him. What about that?""
+""That's called 'peonage' and it might be another good one. That law isn't used often, but it's still very much on the books. We'd need proof, besides just your word, though. Wolfe could just deny it and say you're free to go, and you'd be in the same situation you're in now. He's smart and he's well- represented, and we don't want to make any move unless we know we've got him dead to rights.""
+""What if I can get him to confess?""
+""That would certainly do the job, but how do you propose doing that?""
+""If I could get a recording of him saying what he wants to do with me and my friends, would that do it?""
+""As long as it wasn't obtained illegally, it would. Like I say, how do you expect to get such a recording? You certainly can't hand him a microphone and say 'Here, Mr. Wolfe. Please speak into this microphone and tell everybody what you are planning to do with us,' you know.""
+""I think I can get him to do something like that."" Francine explained her plan to the agent, who scowled more as he listened to her.
+""I don't know that we can let you put yourselves in that much danger. You know even better than I do what a rotten SOB he is, and what he'll do if anything goes wrong and he catches you and gets away.""
+""That would be the worst case scenario, but we have to do something. And you know as well as I that we're in danger every minute Wolfe is out on the streets, because one of these days, somebody is going to spot one of us and rat us out. You told me Wolfe has a reward on our heads, and there are a lot of guys who would love to collect it. I'd rather we got him to make his move at a time and a place we know about.""
+The agent was hard to convince but, eventually, he had to admit Francine was right and agree to put her plan into operation. The first thing they did was to set up a unit in the apartment next to the one the former prostitutes occupied, so they would have people as close as possible if anything at all went wrong. Carefully hidden microphones in the women's apartment led to recording and listening devices in the unit, and they would always be manned. Theresa and Carrie were told about the plan, and they had enough faith in Francine that they were willing to go along with it. Their friend wished that she had half as much confidence as they did, but she kept any doubts to herself.
+The second thing they did was to send a request for information to the registry office of the university. Since Wolfe had known the addresses of Theresa and Carrie, they reasoned that his informant had to be one of the employees there, because nobody else would have that information. The FBI wanted to be able to let the same person or persons pass on the new information to Wolfe. What they asked for was Francine's college transcript, because they were pretending to be a prospective employer and that she had applied for a job with them.
+The firm supposedly making the request was actually a dummy corporation, maintained by the FBI for situations like the one at hand. It included a copy of her application, allegedly so a handwriting comparison could be made, and the copy included the address of the apartment where the women were hiding. After that, it was just a matter of waiting for Wolfe to make his move, but they didn't think he would make them wait very long.
+They were right; he didn't. Four days after the bait was sent by mail, the black Lincoln navigator was seen crossing the bridge across the river that separated the two states. Shortly after that, an agent watching out the window saw it pull up in front of the building that included the apartment where the three women were holed up. Everybody knew the plan was going down, and the FBI agents, all heavily armed, waited to nail one of the most notorious criminals in that part of the country and to protect his intended victims.
+When Francine answered the doorbell, with the security chain in place, she recognized the uniform of the police in the city she had left a few days earlier. The man wearing it was polite, but she knew who he was and what he was there for, and she heard and saw movement behind him.
+""Ma'am, I'm Officer Jenkins, and..."" he started, but there was never any intention to finish what he was pretending to ask. His shoulder and those of two other men crashed simultaneously against the door, breaking it down, and the three intruders swarmed through. The man in uniform, who might have been the same one who questioned the parents of Theresa and Carrie, grabbed Francine, and the others tackled her roommates. With the situation believed to be well in hand, a smirking Tyrone Wolfe kicked the ruined door out of his way and strode into the small apartment.
+""You pigs should have known you'd never get away,"" he gloated to the captives who were being trussed up in front of him.
+Each of his three henchmen was restraining one of the women, manacling their wrists behind their backs with nylon handcuffs that had been provided by Tyrone's flunkies on the police force. Although they struggled, none of them would be able to break loose from the restraints or their muscular assailants, and their chief captor made sure he stayed far enough away to avoid any sudden kicks. Still gloating, he reached out and slapped Francine across her face. He believed, correctly, that she had been the primary instigator of the attempt by the women to escape, and he did not take kindly to anybody, especially a whore, depriving him of his property.
+Take 'em out to the van,"" he told his henchmen. ""We'll teach 'em a lesson when we get back home. Especially you,"" he said to Francine, slapping her again. He then told all three women, in sadistic detail, what was going to happen to them once he got them back to where he ruled the roost.
+Tyrone normally carries a switchblade knife, but it's more a matter of being a keepsake or souvenir than something he would use as a weapon, although he has been known to do that too. Mostly, he keeps hired muscle around him, and they all pack guns or knives, and he has no need to do his own dirty work, but there was no reason for them to display their weapons. The prisoners all knew they were present and wouldn't dare make a break for it. Captives and captors walked through the doorway with its splintered barrier, down one flight of stairs, along a short hallway and out onto the front porch of the building.
+Before they could start down the short flight of steps to the sidewalk, four men in cheap suits came up behind the abductors, four arms went around throats in strangle-holds and four guns were pressed firmly into the sides of the men who had just been taken prisoner. The three women, who were prisoners no longer, quickly stepped away, with their restraints still intact. A fifth man, Agent Donovan, stepped up to the four arrestees and, while their hands were being cuffed and they were being disarmed, he made the announcement they hated to hear:
+""Tyrone Wolfe, you and your gang of thugs are under arrest for abduction with intent to cross a state line, conspiracy to violate the Mann Act and the Peonage Abolition Act and whatever else we might find to charge you with."" He then read their Miranda rights to all four prisoners and checked their manacles, which were made of heavy gauge steel. They had no reason to use the lighter nylon variety, such as those that were still binding the arms of the three newly rescued women.
+""Ya got nothin' on me,"" Tyrone snorted. ""These here pigs work for me and I jest come here to give 'em a ride back home."" After that, he announced he was exercising his Fifth Amendment rights and demanded a chance to consult with his lawyer. He was courteously advised that he would be given an opportunity to do so at the local FBI office.
+""Well, Wolfe,"" Agent Donovan said as he checked the handcuffs on the most notorious of the prisoners. ""It looks like these ladies, the ones you call pigs, have really put you and your minions in the soup, no matter how much huffing and puffing you might try to do. Their apartment was bugged, and we've got recordings of you saying exactly what you were going to do to them.
+""Three counts of Abduction with the Intent to Transport the Victims across a State Line is a nice, fat bunch of offenses for openers, and there's at least three counts of Peonage and violations of RICO and I'm sure we can find a few more ways to lock you up for a long, long time. You won't be going to one of the friendly courts in your home town either. You'll be going to the federal court in this city, and you're not going to be released on bail, because the money you would be using for that has all been obtained from illegal enterprises.""
+The FBI van pulled up then, and the four prisoners were escorted down to it. Donavan didn't need didn't need to say any more to Tyrone Wolfe, because the way his shoulders slumped as he walked down the stairs said everything else he might have.
+Thank you for reading this story. I hope you had a lot more fun than Tyrone and his minions are going to be having for a long time. I like writing stories on Literotica, but I like it a lot more when I know that people are reading and enjoying them, and I appreciate it when readers take the time to express their opinions by voting. Like most authors on Literotica, I practically live for feedback from readers, either public comments or email to me. Such feedback, whether praise or criticism, helps me to write more and better stories, and I respond to it whenever I can."
+233,Modern Fairy Tales Ch. 14,wife2hotblk,Chain Stories,2009-11-21,2009-11-21,2022-01-08 03:52:56,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/modern-fairy-tales-ch-14,Snow White - the later years.,"['Adult Fairy Tale', 'Humor', 'Mature', 'Satire', 'Snow White']",3.15,"Snow White stood before the mirror. 'Fuck! Another fucking grey hair. It isn't even time to see Tony & Guy yet for touch-up.' She spat as she plucked the offender from among its dyed black cousins. Getting older is no picnic for a former beauty and queen. Of course, she supposed it could be worse. Thanks to Botox, liposuction and lifts she looked rather good for a woman her age. It pays to know friends like Demi Moore, who will share information on the absolute top plastic surgeons in Beverly Hills. Thanks too to all that money from her nasty divorce from Prince Charming and the others.
+Of course, she had her own income; residuals from her series of porn films, 'Snow White and the Seven Little People.' They were called 'little people' these days. No one used the term dwarf anymore. It simply was not politically correct. She even had an offer recently to update the series. She would need to wear nice lingerie to cover the stretch marks from her three pregnancies and the scars from her tummy tuck. But she was actually considering the idea.
+After all, it was not fair that men only got better as they aged. Look at her ex's. Prince had run off with some twenty something bimbo. The girl was younger than their daughter for Christ's sake. Triton wasn't doing too bad himself. He always had some young mermaid to keep his bed warm. Of course, that crazy old scientist was more caught up in his inventions than women. She must have been really drunk that night.
+Her three beautiful daughters; Aurora, who still had another eighty years or so to sleep thanks to that damned curse of cryogenics, Ariel and Belle, what mother could ask for more beautiful children. They were her pride and joy. Although she had to reluctantly admit she was beginning to understand the envy that had caused her own step mother to toss her out on the street of LA. But she could never imagine trying to entice anyone with heroine laced apples, the way she had been. Thank goodness that her friends in the industry had looked out for her until along came Prince. He had been Los Angeles' top civil litigator and won her quite a settlement from the old hag, including this stupid mirror that seemed to mock her more each passing day.
+Examining the fine lines that ran from the corner of her still sparkling blue eyes, she cursed again. Why was youth wasted on the young? She had so much more knowledge and spirit now than she had when she was her daughters' ages. She loved her girls, but if she had it all to do over again... Looking around at the golden faucets and skylights in her bathroom that overlooked the Pacific Ocean along the Malibu coast, well, she supposed she wouldn't do a damned thing differently.
+She had money; enough to buy her all the Botox and surgery she needed. She had friends; those seven little guys were still good for a ride now and again, although these days it was more about sharing the memories. Hell, her fame even got her the occasional young stud when she dared to venture out on a Friday night to Hollyweird. Over all, it was not a bad life, she supposed.
+It had been quite some time since she had dared to ask the mirror that fateful question that had led to her own downfall and re-birth so many years before. She tended these days to simply use it as any other mirror; forgetting its magical powers. But sucking in her liposuctioned and tucked tummy even more, she peered deep into its depths. This morning, something made her. She whispered, 'Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?'
+She was not prepared for the boisterous laughter that echoed off the walls of her empty mansion. It took a couple of moments for the mirror's mirth to die down enough for it to even speak. 'Oh dearie, do you really want to know? Well, there is Paris, Brittney, Lindsey, and of course, those three young nubile daughters of yours have to be close to the top of the list too.' The mirror returned to its gale of laughter then.
+Picking up the heavy silver hair brush that contained more than one grey hair, she flung it at the cursed mirror. She smiled as she heard it break. She was the one that was laughing as millions of tiny shards tinkled to the floor. Someone should have done that long ago, she thought. After all, there really is no 'happily ever after.'"
+234,Modern Fairy Tales,rachlou,Chain Stories,2008-03-04,2008-03-04,2022-01-08 03:52:38,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/modern-fairy-tales-ch-01,1. Rapunzel: The tale of a girl locked in a room.,"['Fairy Tale', 'Rapunzel']",4.28,"_All characters in the following story are aged 18 or over._
+* * *
+ **Once upon a time...** there stood a row of run down houses in a quiet street; one of many identical streets in poor neighbourhoods around the sprawling northern city. It was a desolate place, populated with crumbling buildings that were blackened and stained from decades of industrial pollution.
+The nearby factories spewed out continuous clouds of noxious fumes, tainting the sky a sickly shade of yellowy grey. A few lone trees struggled to survive in the urban wasteland, their branches stunted and distorted into strange shapes that cast macabre shadows beneath the eerie glow of street lamps. Pale, anaemic leaves unfurled in springtime, reaching upwards, seeking the pallid sunlight. When autumn came with its chill winds, the leaves fell, one by one, and joined the detritus that collected along gutters and dead end alleys.
+Despite the grimness, Jakob saw only beauty as he travelled around his neighbourhood every day. He noticed the shy buttercup that dared to bloom in a patch of grass beside the Halal shop. The colourful sari's that adorned the window display on the high street always made him smile when he cycled past on his delivery route.
+Mr Lozynsky's fruit and vegetable trays were another source of ascetic delight. The velvety skinned peaches and sharp green limes, prickly paw paws and succulent strawberries sat in their display baskets as sunlight struggled to find a way in through the grimy shop window. A few slanted beams of pale yellow illuminated the dusty shelves of tins and assorted packets of food, as the old man sat reading his morning paper.
+He squinted at the text on the page in an effort to read the tiny print. His reading glasses were somewhere in the back room, but he was unwilling to go and hunt for them in case one of the neighbourhood kids came in and stole his cigarettes. He looked up briefly when Jakob walked through the open door with his empty fruit trays. ""Another delivery needs sorting,"" the old man said gruffly, chewing on a pencil.
+Jakob hid a smile and nodded. He knew Mr Lozynsky too well to be intimidated by his crankiness. The old man had allowed him to help out in the shop ever since he was tall enough to reach the counter. The pay had never really been worth the effort, but Jakob had a huge amount of respect for his mentor and friend.
+The rear yard was full of trays of fruit that had been abandoned haphazardly by the delivery guy. Jakob sighed when he saw the mess. There were several loose apples on the ground and some of the peaches already had bruises on their delicate skin. It made Jakob angry to see the way these new drivers took no care when they made their deliveries, but there was nothing he could do. Mr Lozynsky was too crippled with arthritis to go out and supervise, so he left them to get on with it.
+Reaching down, Jakob picked up a stray peach and examined it carefully. The soft skin felt like velvet beneath his fingertips. It smelt ripe; over ripe really, but at the least the flesh was likely to be juicy and succulent. It would be perfect for eating later when he had a break before college.
+Quickly he gathered up the errant apples and began shifting the cases out of the sun and into the storeroom. He shoved a crisp green apple in his pocket and left the bruised peaches on the table, intending to pick them up on his way home.
+Tonight was life-drawing class and he was hoping the girl who had posed last week would be back. Normally the models were decrepit elderly men whose skins were vast canvases of wrinkles and lines. They sat on the gilt chair and looked bored for half an hour while diligent students drew sketches of their bony bodies. It was good practice, but hardly inspirational.
+Jakob was usually happy to draw anything, but last weeks model – an attractive red head - had certainly been an interesting distraction. Her curly auburn hair had flowed down her back in rich coils of fiery magenta. For at least twenty minutes, Jakob had barely been able to sketch a thing. He had held the stick of charcoal so tightly that it had snapped several times before he managed to draw a wavering line on the sheet of crisp white paper.
+The girl's nipples had fascinated him. In his mind they resembled two small raspberries; delicate, succulent fruits resting on top of the pale globes of her small breasts. That night he had dreamed about those fruits, imagining how they might feel against his hungry lips. Unsurprisingly he overslept the following morning and Mr Lozynsky had snapped his head off.
+""What am I paying you for, huh? To sleep in like a lazy dog?""
+""I'm sorry, it won't happen again,"" Jakob apologised, his eyes cast to the floor in a gesture of conciliation. Mrs Lozynsky stood in the kitchen holding a dishcloth and she winked at him. They both knew Stefan Lozynsky's bark was infinitely worse than his bite.
+To his immense disappointment, this week's model turned out to be a middle- aged woman. Her sagging breasts and flabby thighs did nothing to excite Jakob's imagination, so he cast his fantasies to one side and concentrated on his sketches. By the time the class drew to a close, he was actually rather pleased with his work. He left college and headed home with a smile on his face.
+A black cat silently watched as Jakob walked slowly past. He paused briefly to stroke its mangy fur and the cat purred loudly in appreciation. Then he continued towards the end of his street and glanced down the hill in the direction of Mr Lozynzsky's shop. A light still glowed in the upstairs window and Jakob smiled. The old man was probably still watching his television. As much as he claimed to detest modern luxuries like television, Jakob knew very well that the old man was fatally addicted to soaps and quiz shows.
+The faint sound of singing floated by on the cool night breeze and for a second Jakob was caught by the beauty of the feminine voice he heard and he looked around, trying to work out where the song was coming from.
+There were various windows with lights still on, but he knew most of the people who lived in the houses, and none of them had voices like angels. He was just about to continue up the hill when he heard it again. Soft notes seduced him like a siren song and the skin on the back of his neck prickled as he listened, utterly enraptured by the voice.
+The sound appeared to be emanating from a house near the Chinese Dry Cleaners. Jakob racked his brains and tried to remember who lived there. He seemed to recall seeing an elderly lady of a somewhat nasty disposition entering the house at least once fairly recently, but beyond that, nothing. Deciding to investigate the enigma, he hurried towards the house.
+Once outside, he heard nothing at all beyond the faint sound of a television. For a while he stood still, his ears straining to hear anything out of the ordinary, but there was no more singing. He was just about to give up and head home, when he heard the voice again.
+It was hypnotic. Each melodious note sent shivers though his body as the sheer beauty of the voice reached deep into his soul. Whoever she was sounded so unbelievably sad, Jakob could almost feel tears pricking his eyes. He stared up at the dark windows of the house, but there was no clue as to where the voice was originating.
+Deciding to take a risk, he dropped his bag and portfolio behind a large wheelie bin and stealthily opened the side gate beside the house. Once away from the glow of the street lamp, the yard he found himself in was very dark. His foot caught on something and there was a loud clatter of a rubbish bin being upended and he froze. But nobody came running, and he relaxed once more.
+Peering up intently, he saw a faint glow of light in the highest attic window. A figure appeared behind the cloudy glass and as he watched, he saw a young woman open the window and lean out, apparently searching for the source of the noise.
+Jakob was mesmerised.
+Her long golden hair hung down as she stood, framed in the muted light radiating out from behind her. Jakob pressed his body back against the wall, hoping she wouldn't be able to see him. She scanned the yard for a while, humming another sad tune, until eventually something made her jump back hurriedly and shut the window. The light was extinguished and everything went dark.
+For a while Jakob stayed put, hoping for another glimpse of the mysterious girl, but his patience was in vain. She didn't reappear and eventually he gave up and let himself out of the small yard. His portfolio was still where he had left it, and, with a sigh, he picked it up and walked home, still lost in dreamy thoughts about the golden haired girl.
+* * *
+Rapunzel switched the lamp off and dived on to the lumpy bed. If the old witch ever caught her leaning out of the window, there would be hell to pay. It was fortunate she was as deaf as a post, or she would have heard Rapunzel singing by now. As it was, she could barely hear the television even when it was turned up to full volume, so the girl knew she was safe in that regard.
+Being safe in any other regard was debateable. She still had no real idea how long they were planning on locking her up in this attic. Snippets of overheard conversation between her Uncles suggested that their visas weren't in order yet, but other than that, Rapunzel had no way of knowing. All she did know was that they were planning on taking her far, far away.
+She buried her face in the musty pillow and wished for the millionth time that somebody would come to her rescue. But it was no use - nobody on the outside knew she was here. Sometimes the sheer hopelessness of her fate almost provoked her to end it all; it would be so easy to leap from the window and fall to her death. But the fear that she might fail and end up paralysed, was enough to stop her. So she bided her time and sang songs to alleviate the enduring loneliness.
+Whilst her window didn't look directly out on to the street, she still had a good view of the back yard and all the adjoining yards. When the witch was home, Rapunzel didn't dare open the window, but when the witch left the house, the girl spent all her time watching the stray cats fight and court each other. There was a scrawny black one that appeared to be king of the immediate territory, for it won every single conflict.
+Every day she threw scraps of stale bread to the birds that roosted in the eaves of the houses. The sparrows were frequent visitors on the railing across the window. Every morning they chirruped noisily outside, eagerly waiting for her to throw crumbs for them. It made Rapunzel smile to see such bickering amongst her only friends.
+She didn't have the inclination to smile now, though. It was all she could do not to cry as she lay on the hard mattress, listening to the sound of the television floating up from the room far below. She pulled the sheet across her slim body and shut her eyes. At least when she was asleep, nobody could hurt her.
+* * *
+""Who lives in number forty-six?"" asked Jakob nonchalantly as he sorted the pile of newspapers.
+Mr Lozynsky screwed his leathery face up and looked thoughtful for a moment. ""No idea,"" he said eventually, scratching his shiny head absently. ""Who knows anybody these days. The world isn't like it was when I was a lad...""
+The old man drifted off on an endless diatribe and Jakob immediately stopped listening. He allowed his thoughts to drift back to the memory of the golden haired girl. Curiosity had eaten away at him for the last two days. Tonight Jakob intended to go back and see if he could catch another glimpse of her.
+* * *
+It was late by the time Jakob left his friend's house. Walking back through the familiar streets, his pace quickened at the thought of seeing _her_ again. Once he reached the gate of her house, he waited, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. It wasn't easy; most people seen loitering around these parts were up to no good, and he had no great desire to be arrested.
+Deciding that nobody was around, he carefully opened the latch on the gate and crept back into the yard, being careful this time not to dislodge any bins. The light was on in the attic window, but there was neither sight nor sound of the girl. All he could hear was the faint sound of music somewhere nearby.
+Just as he was about to leave, he heard the rasp of the window opening and he looked up, his stomach churning with excitement. To his delight, the girl with the golden hair stood in the circle of light, gazing out across the yard. Something brushed against his leg in the gloom and he yelped in surprise. The black cat he had often noticed hanging around, jumped up on to the wall beside him and meowed loudly.
+""Who's there?"" A melodious feminine voice floated down and Jakob hesitated. Should he give himself away and respond? He decided to take a chance and stepped out into the centre of the yard where some illumination fell.
+""Who are you?"" he called softly.
+The girl jumped in surprise when she saw him. For a moment she looked almost elated, but then her face dropped and she shook her head sadly. ""You should go – if they catch you they'll hurt you,"" she said.
+""Who will hurt me?"" asked Jakob in bemusement.
+""Just go,"" she urged.
+""Please tell me your name!"" implored Jakob.
+""Rapunzel."" With that, the girl shut the window abruptly and the light went out.
+Once again Jakob was left in the dark in more ways than one.
+* * *
+Rapunzel was shaking when the witch, Gotha, entered the room with a tray of food in her gnarled hands. ""Eat, girl,"" she rasped. ""You're no good to us looking like a skeleton.""
+""I'm not hungry,"" the girl said sullenly. She turned her back and stared at the wall.
+""Suit yourself,"" the witch muttered, before hobbling back out of the room and locking the door behind her.
+The girl heaved a sigh of relief when she was left alone again. Even solitude was better than being in the same room as Gotha. The old witch scared her witless. Despite her decrepit appearance, she was nobodies fool. Not even the Uncles dared to cross her – she'd heard them receive the sharp end of Gotha's tongue several times already.
+Moonlight shone in through the window as Rapunzel lay on her bed. Her thoughts kept returning to the boy in the yard. _Who was he and maybe he could help her?_ Then she remembered the Uncles and Gotha. The fear of what might happen to the boy made her feel sick and she knew she couldn't allow someone else to be sucked into her nightmare world.
+But still, it was nice to talk to someone other than the birds. It felt like forever since she'd been taken away from her home and friends.
+ _Will I ever see any of them again? Probably not if the Uncles and Gotha have their way. I am far too valuable to them. I'm just a commodity – something to be sold._
+* * *
+Jakob found his thoughts drifting back to the girl at every opportunity. It was if she had cast a spell on him and now he was bewitched. Every chance he got he wandered past the house, hoping for some insight into why such a beautiful girl was shut in an attic room.
+A couple of times he saw an old crone entering the house. She looked too frail to be threatening, but the two men who turned up one evening were a different matter. They definitely looked threatening and Jakob couldn't help but wonder what on earth was going on in the house.
+He tried to broach the subject with Mr Lozynsky, but the old man wasn't interested. ""You keep your nose out of what doesn't concern you,"" he warned. ""I don't pay you good money to go poking about in other people's private business.""
+It was on the tip of his tongue to remind Mr Lozynsky that he didn't pay him much at all, but Jakob thought better of it. There was no sense in riling the old man up. So he got on with his work and tried not to think about the girl.
+Two nights later he was back in the yard, staring up at her window like an idiot. He could see a light on, but she didn't appear. Eventually frustration took hold and Jakob decided to try and attract her attention. He dropped to his knees in the dark and felt around in the dirt for a small pebble. Once he had found one, he took aim and threw it.
+Fortunately he was a good shot and the pebble was right on target. It clattered against the glass and fell back to the ground. Immediately Jakob jumped away, towards the gate, prepared to make a swift exit in the event that his plan went horribly wrong. But to his delight, the girl appeared at the window and carefully opened it.
+She peered out into the yard with her long hair hanging down like rope. Jakob stepped out of his hiding place and called up to her in a low voice,
+""Hey! Rapunzel!""
+""What are you doing?"" she said softly. ""I thought I told you to stay away!""
+""I wanted to see you again,"" he replied, grinning like an idiot.
+She giggled lightly, her voice flowing like water across pebbles in a stream. ""You're crazy,"" she said eventually. ""If Gotha catches you, there'll be trouble."" Her face grew serious again.
+Jakob became frustrated. Talking like this was no good – she was too far away. He quickly scanned the side of the house. There was a drainpipe that led up the wall, right past her window. It looked fairly strong, but he wouldn't know if it could hold his weight until he tried it.
+""Is there anyone in?"" he asked hurriedly.
+""No, Gotha is out. She goes places some evenings – I don't know where."" She shrugged.
+Jakob decided to take a chance. He reached up and grasped hold of the metal pipe; it felt secure enough, so using the joints placed at frequent intervals, he began to climb up. Rapunzel watched him from high above, her face fearful as he ascended towards her window.
+Eventually he reached the railing across the sill and pulled himself over and into her room. They stared at each other nervously. Now that he was actually close to her, Jakob found himself completely lost for words. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in his life.
+Her hair hung in long skeins of spun gold, curling down past her waist. She was tiny; barely up to his shoulder, and her skin was delicate shade of porcelain white. He was almost afraid to be in her presence because she was so fragile; he felt like she might snap in two.
+""What's your name?"" she asked in a soft voice.
+""Jakob,"" he replied dreamily, still hopelessly transfixed by her beauty.
+She smiled sweetly and walked across the room. The thin cotton shift she wore was virtually transparent and her slim body was more than visible through the gauzy material. Jakob swallowed hard. He tried not to stare at her breasts, but it was impossible. In an attempt to control his inevitable reaction, he quickly glanced around the sparse space, taking in how bare it was.
+""Why are you stuck in here?"" he asked in bemusement.
+""My father did something bad and they took me to pay his debt."" Rapunzel bit her lip and stared at the floor.
+""What did he do?"" Jakob was struggling to understand how anyone could imprison a young woman without consequences.
+""He stole from Gotha and she took me from him as a punishment. My Uncles are on her side – they are planning to send me away.""
+""Where to?""
+""I don't know."" Rapunzel began to cry silently. She had tried to be strong, but faced with this boy's sympathy, the carefully erected wall that held her emotions in check, crumbled.
+Jakob went to her. The pain evident on her face was more than he could bear. He sat beside her on the bed and clumsily placed an arm across her shoulders, feeling the trembling of her body.
+After a moment, he felt her relax and lean against him, her face buried in the curve of his neck. Jakob tried to imagine how it must feel being trapped in this grim room, but he couldn't. It was so far beyond his comprehending, he couldn't even begin to understand what she must be going through.  
+It was like a bizarre nightmare. He half wondered if he was imagining the whole episode. Maybe he would wake up any second to find it had all been a strange dream - a figment of his overactive imagination.
+But the warm tears that soaked the collar of his shirt felt real enough. Eventually she lifted her head, her long lashes damp and her eyes huge saucers in her pale face. ""I'm sorry, she said. ""I shouldn't have dragged you into this mess.""
+""No, no!"" Jakob said. ""I want to help!""
+""But you can't help."" Her voice was flat with resignation.
+Jakob thought fast. ""I can tell someone, the police, anybody. Surely somebody will be able to do something?""
+""You can't do that – if the police are involved, Gotha and the Uncles will hurt my father."" Rapunzel gazed at him sorrowfully and he felt his heart break into a thousand pieces.
+As much as he didn't really understand why she thought this was the case, Jakob knew he had to respect her wishes for now. The last thing he wanted was to frighten her, or make things worse for her.
+""Okay, I can see—""
+There was a bang from downstairs and Rapunzel flew off the bed in a blind panic. ""You must go, NOW!"" she hissed fearfully.
+Jakob felt her fear infecting him with its urgency and he shot over to the window. ""I'll be back!"" he promised, before blowing her a brief kiss. Swinging his legs over the sill, he managed to reach out and grasp the drainpipe. It was far easier climbing down than it had been climbing up.
+Once his feet touched the ground, he glanced back up. Rapunzel stood in the window, watching him. She gave him a small wave, then she disappeared from sight and the light went out. Jakob was left in the darkness of the yard with only the feral cats for company.
+* * *
+Rapunzel pretended to be asleep when Gotha came to check on her. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and huddled stiffly beneath the thin blanket in the vain hope the old witch would leave her alone.
+""Wake up!"" the witch rasped in her ear.
+The girl didn't stir.
+""Stupid girl,"" the witch hissed crossly. Rapunzel heard the clatter of a tray being placed on the table beside the bed, and then the slow shuffling sound of the witch dragging her hideous body across the filthy floor. There was a merciful silence after the door had slammed shut and the bolt had been pushed across once again.
+Rapunzel opened her eyes and sat up. She looked down with distaste at the bowl of grey soup on the tray. It looked disgusting and she knew from bitter experience that it also tasted disgusting. With a grimace, she shoved the tray to one side and walked over to the window. It was black and silent outside; Jakob had gone.
+She allowed a small smile to curve her lips as she thought about the boy. As fearful as she was about the consequences, she couldn't help but hope he would return as he had promised. It felt like a small chink of light had broken through the door of her miserable world. It wasn't much, but it was a beginning.
+* * *
+Jakob waited across the road from the house. It was dark and the evening was growing late, but he wanted to see Rapunzel again. He knew it was madness to take such a risk, but he was going to do it anyway. A man walked nearby with his dog, a vicious looking bull terrier, but Jakob ignored his curious glances. The dog growled in the back of its throat as it passed and Jakob took a step back towards the wall nervously.
+The sound of a door opening caught his attention and he forgot about the dog. The old witch was leaving the house. Jakob wondered where on earth she could be going at such an hour, but he didn't let that trouble him too much as her departure gave him the opportunity to visit Rapunzel. Once the old lady was out of sight, Jakob carefully opened the side gate and entered the yard. A light was on in the attic window and when he threw a pebble up at the glass, Rapunzel appeared immediately.
+""You're back!"" she exclaimed happily.
+Jakob grinned in the darkness and quickly shinned up the drainpipe. Within minutes he was in Rapunzel's room and they giggled like kids.
+""I wasn't sure you would return,"" she told him.
+""I promised I would, didn't I?""
+She shrugged. ""Promises don't mean a lot to me."" She looked at the bag slung over his shoulder. ""What's in there?"" she asked curiously.
+""I brought my sketchpad with me."" Jakob looked down bashfully. ""I was hoping you might let me draw you...""
+""You want me to be your model?"" She danced on the spot. ""Ooh yes! I would love to!""
+""Cool!""
+Then her expression fell and she looked worried again. ""I don't know how long we have though.""
+Jakob reached out and held her hand reassuringly. ""Don't worry, I'll look after you,"" he said earnestly. It was one promise he almost certainly wouldn't be able to keep, but he felt he needed to at least offer.
+Rapunzel's eyes grew moist and her lip wobbled. ""Thank you,"" she said.
+Jakob's heart threatened to burst right out of his chest and he struggled to control the wave of emotion that seared his soul. If the old witch had entered the room in that moment, he quite literally would have sacrificed his life for Rapunzel; he felt so strongly about her. Fortunately for both of them, the witch was miles away.
+Jakob looked at the bed thoughtfully. ""Could you lie down over there?"" he asked the girl, anxious to begin drawing her.
+She smiled and climbed on to the bed, reclining in an innocently seductive pose. Jakob was once more left speechless. She was wearing a silky shift and now that she was lying down, the material rose up her thighs to reveal long, sleek limbs of creamy white.
+Despite the gloomy lighting, he could easily see the dark shadow between her thighs and the gentle curve of her breasts, tipped with rosy aureoles. Struggling to yank his thoughts back to the task in hand, he hurriedly reached into his bag and pulled a sketchpad out.
+""Am I okay like this?"" Rapunzel asked with uncertainty when he didn't say a word.
+""Yes,"" he coughed. ""You look...great."" His voice sounded un-natural even to his own ears, but Rapunzel didn't seem to notice. She smiled serenely and relaxed against her pillow with her blonde hair spread out in a wave of lustrous gold.
+Jakob sat down on the stool by the window and with a trembling hand he drew the first line of his composition. As he focussed his attention on the drawing, he determinedly forgot the feverish fire flowing in his veins. His practised eye followed the curves of her slender body and translated the image on to the sheet of paper beneath his hand.
+Eventually, Jakob placed his sketchbook down and smiled. He was happy with the drawing – it was probably the best work he'd ever done.
+""Can I look?"" Rapunzel jumped up when she realised he'd finished.
+He nodded shyly. She danced across the room with excitement and peered at the page.
+""I look...beautiful!"" She seemed astonished to see her own likeness on the page.
+""You ARE beautiful,"" Jakob told her earnestly. He turned to see her eyes sparkling like sapphires as she smiled with pleasure at his sincere compliment.
+""Do you really think so?""
+ _She really has no idea how stunning she is_ , thought Jakob with amazement. He could feel himself helplessly drowning in the azure pools of her eyes. Slowly the irises darkened and her pupils dilated. Unwillingly his gaze slid down towards her pink, moist lips, parted expectantly.
+It would be so easy to kiss her. He felt the inevitable force of attraction compelling his body closer. Suddenly they were millimetres apart, their breath mingling in the warm air of the room. He reached out and touched her cheek; the soft, velvety skin felt like a downy peach beneath his fingertip.
+As he traced a line towards her mouth, listening intently to her shallow breathing, Rapunzel's eyes closed languorously and he watched with total absorption as her breasts rose and fell rhythmically beneath the gauze of her shift.
+When he finally touched his lips to hers, he felt the tingle of electricity that arced through them both lift every hair on the back of his neck. She tasted of strawberries - all ripe and succulent. Her lips were soft against his mouth and he fought the urge to crush her to his body passionately.
+The sound of a banging door reverberated through the room and Rapunzel jumped like she'd been shot. ""She's back!"" she gasped in horror.
+Jakob needed no second bidding. Despite the heady cocktail of lust swirling like fog in his brain, the fear of being caught with Rapunzel soon cleared the murky fugue. He quickly grabbed his sketchbook and shoved it into his bag. Within seconds he was shinning down the drainpipe like an agile monkey.
+Once back on the ground, he looked up at the window, but the light had gone out and there was no sign of Rapunzel. He had to believe she was okay for the alternative was too frightening.
+* * *
+Mr Lozynsky watched silently as Jakob lifted the heavy trays of fruit and carried them into the storeroom. The boy had been humming a faint tune all morning and appeared lost in a world of his own. Every so often a smile would light up his face and Stefan felt certain something was awry. He had never seen him like this before. It wasn't right. He grumbled to himself as he went back into the main shop area.
+His wife raised on eyebrow at him when she came in from the damp street, shaking the raindrops from her umbrella. ""What's eating you, old man?"" she asked.
+""The boy – he's acting funny,"" Stefan said with a surly scowl. ""He's not been himself for a week or more now.""
+Rosa Lozynsky chuckled throatily. ""Are you so old that you can't remember what it feels like to fall in love?"" she asked with a rueful smile.
+""What are you talking about?"" Stefan scratched his head in bemusement. _Rosa comes out with some rubbish at times, but this takes the biscuit_ , he thought with irritation.
+""You're a fool, old man,"" Rosa replied scornfully. ""It's written all over his face – the boy is in love."" She shook her head and left him to his newspaper. _Men,_ she thought with annoyance. _They know nothing!_
+* * *
+Rapunzel heard Gotha leave on one of her nightly excursions and she gleefully stood in the window waiting for Jakob to arrive. Since he had begun visiting her every time Gotha left the house, her pathetic existence had been enriched beyond measure. Despite the Sword of Damocles still hanging over her head, she had almost managed to forget the reasons for her captivity.
+Jakob brought her pleasure and he made her feel special. The way he stared at her when he thought she wasn't looking; the way he touched her when they sat together on her bed, talking and laughing about stupid things. The way he kissed her...
+It was all new to her. Before she became a prisoner in this miserable house with its bare attic room, she hadn't really spent much time with boys. Father had kept a close rein on her activities; she was allowed to go to school, but not allowed out at any other time. Consequently she was very naïve in the ways of the world.
+Jakob had shown her things that amazed her. He brought books with him; books filled with pictures of beautiful paintings and sculptures. For ages they talked about the artwork and what they liked about each piece. A whole new world had opened up and Rapunzel was thoroughly enjoying herself.
+She was enjoying other things too. They way her body felt when Jakob kissed her was something she had also never experienced before. He made her skin tingle and her pulse race with excitement. When she was alone, she would lie on her bed and think about him, her body aching with a strange need that she didn't really understand.
+During the long days when the house was quiet, Rapunzel dreamt about Jakob and imagined how things would be if she were freed from this attic prison. She pictured them walking through the park, talking and laughing about silly things. Her daydreams were a blissful escape from the reality of her uncertain future.
+* * *
+Gotha hobbled down the street towards the bus stop whilst Jakob hid behind a rusting wreck of a car and bided his time. Once the old witch had disappeared from sight, he made his way up to the attic where Rapunzel was waiting for him.
+The minute his feet touched the moth eaten rung beneath the window, they fell into each other's arms like shipwrecked survivors. Jakob buried his face in the luxurious length of Rapunzel's golden hair as he breathed in her alluring scent.
+Tonight she wore a simple dress; a plain white cotton garment that brushed her knees and hung loosely from her slim frame. On any other woman it would have looked shapeless and unflattering, but on Rapunzel the unassuming slip was sexy beyond words.
+Jakob ran his hands down her back until he reached the curve of her bottom. She sighed against him and arched her body towards his, inviting further caresses. He had brought some more books for them to look at, but, as his pulse rate quickened, intellectual exploration was the furthest thing from his mind. All he could think about was holding the girl who had consumed every waking moment since he'd first clapped eyes on her.
+Unable to stop himself, Jakob slid one hand up her body until he brushed the curve of her breast. He felt her suck in a sharp breath and for a moment he panicked that he had overstepped the mark. But she didn't pull away. Instead she pushed her small mound into the palm of his hand and moaned.
+He felt the hardness of her nipple and feverishly wondered what it would taste like. The cotton dress began to slide off her shoulder and more milky white flesh was revealed to his avid gaze. Rapunzel continued to press her sweet body against him and Jakob dimly wondered if she had any idea of the effect she was having on his good intentions.
+As much as he recognised that they ought to stop this madness, his hands continued to act of their own volition, apparently unfazed by the huge potential for disaster. With trembling fingers, Jakob pulled the cotton down further until the gentle swell of Rapunzel's breasts were exposed to his adoring eyes. Her tiny nipples were perfect; a delicate rose colour daubed on the tips of her snowy white breasts.
+For a moment he paused and gazed into Rapunzel's blue eyes. ""Shall we look at the books now?"" he asked hesitantly.
+Her face registered confusion. ""Don't you like me?"" she replied with a quivering lip.
+Jakob drew her to him and kissed her softly. ""I more than like you,"" he told her, all thoughts of books forgotten again.
+Rapunzel relaxed and sighed happily. Shyly she ran her hands down his chest, watching his face intently when he trembled beneath her innocent touch. He held his breath when she reached the leather belt that looped through the waistband of his jeans.
+Time stopped in its tracks when he felt the first feathery flutter of her fingers across his bulging crotch. Jakob forgot all the reasons he had for calling a halt, and he closed his eyes in rapturous surrender. Her innocent caresses inflamed his desire more than he ever could have imagined.
+""You feel so hard,"" she said in wonderment as she stroked him through the rough denim.
+Jakob could do little more than groan. Needing to touch her too, he reached out and found the delicate swell of her exposed breast and taut little nipple. Hearing her harsh breath when he rolled the bud between his finger and thumb encouraged him to pull her dress down from the other shoulder.
+The cotton slipped from her slim frame and pooled in a heap on the floor. Her beauty entranced Jakob; she reminded him of Botticelli's Birth of Venus – one of his favourite paintings. Shyly her hands fell to her sides and she stared at him through the golden strands of her hair.
+As much as the artist in Jakob itched to capture Rapunzel's essence on paper once again, the need to touch her was far, far stronger. He traced a path down her body, exploring each subtle contour and velvety plain. When his questing fingers reached the apex of her thighs, he stopped and looked at her questioningly.
+Her eyes widened and her lips parted expectantly. Grasping his hand, she pushed it against the dewy folds of her femininity. Jakob felt the heat of her and the thick moisture that coated his fingers.
+This was all new to him; he had only kissed a few girls in the past and had never had the opportunity to touch them in this way. Before this shining moment, his only previous experience of naked female flesh was in his life drawing classes and within the pages of art books. None of that had prepared him for the reality that was this living, breathing...trembling girl before him. He felt her quivering and he began to stroke her, testing her responses to his touch.
+She grabbed his shoulder and writhed against his hand. ""Ohh..."" she gasped, closing her eyes. Her body arched towards his and he grasped her waist, fearful that she might fall backwards in her delirium. The small mounds of her breasts were thrust in the direction of his eager lips and he finally did the one thing he'd dreamed of for so many nights.
+Taking a sweet rosy nipple into his mouth, he suckled gently. He was rewarded by a keening sound and Rapunzel gripped his shoulder even harder. Her flesh tasted divine and the feel of her breast against his lips was heavenly. Ignoring the insistent ache in his loins, he moved across to the other tender breast.
+Rapunzel was becoming increasingly vocal and Jakob decided to move to the bed where they would be more comfortable. He reluctantly released her nipple from his adoring lips and scooped the girl up in his arms.
+She clung to him as her hair cascaded down to the floor and they both collapsed on the bed a few feet away. Jakob half lay on top of her, kissing her fragrant skin as her hands reached out for him. Their mouths met in a passionate kiss and he wondered if it was possible to feel such pleasure and still be alive and breathing.
+Somehow his shirt came off, followed by his jeans. Her body writhed against him and she found the hardness of his cock with her hand. Just the feel of her fingers wrapped around his throbbing length was almost enough to end it. He tried to pull away, but Rapunzel grasped his hips and they rolled together in a delirious tangle of limbs.
+She wrapped her thighs around his waist and with unerring accuracy his cock entered her wetness in a surge of mutual pleasure. When he encountered a barrier, his eyes widened with uncertainty as he looked down at the girl beneath him.
+""Don't stop,"" she pleaded when he hesitated.
+She didn't give him the chance to withdraw. Taking matters into her own hands, she firmly thrust against him, gasping as her barrier broke and warm wetness flooded out. Jakob felt her inner muscles spasmodically gripping his shaft and he moved fast towards the conclusion of their pleasure. He felt her teeth biting his neck and her hands scratched his back.
+The room faded into grey nothingness as all his focus narrowed to the place where their bodies were joined. In a shining moment of bliss, he cried out his pleasure and emptied his soul into her welcoming heat. He was only dimly aware of her moans of pleasure as he slid from her and collapsed to one side.
+They lay together with Rapunzel's head resting in the hollow of his shoulder. Her small hand traced random patterns on the golden skin of his smooth chest while her leg hooked over his. He turned to kiss her tenderly and she sighed softly against his mouth.
+It was a moment of pure perfection. He didn't think he had ever been so happy. This girl was everything he had ever dreamed of – and more besides. He wished they could stay like this forever, cocooned in their own private sanctuary of love.
+The sound of a door slamming from somewhere below had Jakob jumping up in a thrice. Rapunzel stared at him in wide-eyed terror as he grabbed his clothes and bag. He didn't waste time pulling his clothes on - he simply climbed out of the window, naked, with his stuff clutched under his arm. His last image of Rapunzel was of her lying naked on the bed, her thighs streaked with dark blood.  
+* * *
+Rapunzel was frozen for a few minutes as she contemplated her fate should Gotha walk in on her like this. That thought was enough of an incentive to propel her into action and she dashed over to the sink and grabbed a wash cloth. By the time the old witch had unlocked the door, Rapunzel was under the covers and pretending to be asleep. The bloodied flannel had been shoved beneath the mattress and the stain on her sheet was covered with a spare blanket.
+She breathed slowly and rhythmically as Gotha leaned over her and muttered darkly. Eventually, when the witch got no response, she left Rapunzel alone and the girl heaved a huge sigh of relief.
+Snuggling under the bedclothes, Rapunzel kept her eyes closed and allowed her mind to wander over the events of the evening. Her body felt sore, but it still hummed with pleasure and she wished Jakob had been able to stay. A secret smile danced across her lips and she hugged the memory of their lovemaking tightly to herself. She could only hope that Jakob was able to return soon.
+* * *
+It was four long days before Gotha left Rapunzel alone and Jakob was able to visit her again. Every night she had dreamed of him and every day she sat beside her attic window, staring out on to the world she was only a spectator to.
+When she heard Gotha switch her television off and the front door slammed, Rapunzel was immediately driven into a frenzy of excitement. _Surely now Jakob will come and see me!_ No sooner had the thought entered her head, then the drainpipe rattled and she looked out to see his dark head ascending towards her.
+The second he entered her room they fell upon one another like it had been months, not days. Eventually she broke the kiss and curled her body against him like a cat.
+""I missed you,"" she said softly.
+""I missed you too,"" he admitted and her heart melted into a puddle. ""I wanted to come sooner, but I didn't see the old woman leave.""
+Rapunzel frowned. ""No, she's stayed in for some reason. Even the Uncle's haven't been round for a while."" She had reflected on this all week, but since nobody ever told her anything, she didn't know what might be happening. At least they hadn't sent her away yet.
+""Why don't you leave with me?"" asked Jakob again as he spun some of her hair between his fingers. Despite her fear of the consequences, he felt it was far more dangerous for her to stay here. From things she'd told him, he was beginning to believe that her life could be in danger and he was frightened.
+""No!"" she said emphatically. ""I won't let them hurt Father!""
+Jakob held her tightly. ""But what if they send you away, as they have hinted at?""
+""Please,"" pleaded Rapunzel, ""don't talk about that now. I want to be happy, not sad.""
+Her eyes were bright with unshed tears and Jakob bit back the words he wanted to say. Maybe she was right – maybe now was not the time. Pushing his doubts to one side, he kissed her again and allowed their passion to eclipse the shadows that haunted them both.
+Love flared brightly in the dark attic room. Later, when it was over, they clung together on the lumpy mattress and stared through the large window at the twinkling stars, both lost in separate contemplation of an uncertain future.
+* * *
+Rapunzel didn't hear the heavy footsteps that signalled Gotha's impending arrival. When the old witch unlocked the door, she was standing before the sink, staring dreamily at her reflection as she brushed out the tangles in her hair.
+Her long white shift clung to the rounded curves of her body and the swell of her belly was all too evident in the light that shone in from outside. Even Gotha could see that something was amiss. The virginal girl, who had arrived several months ago, was clearly no longer quite so innocent.
+With a speed that belied her age, the witch strode across the room and grabbed Rapunzel by the hair. ""What have you been up to, girl?"" she snarled.
+Rapunzel screamed in pain as her hair was pulled from her scalp. ""Stop!"" she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. ""You're hurting me!""
+""You silly little bitch!"" Gotha ranted as she dragged the girl towards the bed. ""You're worth nothing to me now – I needed you untouched to make any money. You're stupid father swore blind you were pure.""
+The girl cowered as blows rained down on her head. She didn't understand. _What did Gotha mean when she said Father had sworn she was 'pure'? Was Father somehow involved?_ Nothing made any sense any more.
+""Who is he?"" Gotha was saying. ""Tell me!""
+She had no choice. Racked with wretched sobs, she finally gave Gotha his name. Jakob. The old witch glowered at her before leaving the room. For a short while, Rapunzel was left alone with her tears. But soon the witch returned. The sight of a huge pair of scissors in her claw-like hand sent a stab of fear through the girl's quaking heart.
+Gotha grabbed hold of Rapunzel's hair and began to lop her golden locks off. The strands fell to the floor in piles of shimmering colour until Rapunzel was left with nothing but a few wispy tufts. She was hauled in front of the cracked mirror and shown her reflection.
+""That'll teach you, girl,"" snarled the witch with pure venom. ""Now tell me when he comes to visit you...""
+* * *
+Jakob waited until the old witch shuffled round the corner as she always did, then he ducked into the yard. It didn't take him long to shin up the drainpipe, but to his surprise, there was no sign of Rapunzel in the room when he climbed over the windowsill.
+Something strange caught his eye and he walked over to the small dresser in the corner. When he realised what he was looking at, his blood froze in his veins. It was a pile of hair coiled in a shining mass. Nobody but Rapunzel had hair quite the same shade of antique gold.
+The door swung open behind him and he spun in horror. He tried to run towards the window, but he wasn't fast enough. Gotha's cane shot out under his feet and he fell in a sprawl on the filthy floor.
+""How dare you touch what doesn't belong to you!"" she screeched in his ear. Jakob grabbed the edge of the sill and tried to drag his body up, but Gotha was hitting him with the cane. He cried out in pain but the remorseless attack didn't cease. In one last-ditch attempt to escape, he swung his leg over the edge of the window and reached sideways for the drainpipe.
+His hand found the pipe and he threw his body weight over the railing just as Gotha's cane descended on a final arc through the air. The blow struck him hard on the temple and his sight faded into a grey blur.
+The last thing he remembered was falling through darkness and then...nothing.
+* * *
+Rapunzel had tried to scream when one of the Uncles bundled her in the back of a van, but he shoved a rag in her mouth and all she could manage was a muffled, ""Mhhmppp!""
+Once the door had slammed shut she was left in the dark with only the smell of diesel fumes and paint. She spat the disgusting rag out and coughed until she thought she might vomit. Eventually the awful feeling passed and she felt movement as the engine spluttered into life. Soon the vehicle was moving on its way God only knew where.
+It was only the thought of Jakob that kept her hope alive. She had to believe he would save her. _He had promised!_ The nagging suspicion that Gotha might have gotten to him first was something that Rapunzel didn't dare to think about. If anything happened to Jakob, her life would be over.
+Eventually, after what felt like hours, the van stopped and the engine went silent. Rapunzel still felt sick to the stomach; it had been a long time since she'd had eaten anything. When the van door was flung open, she squinted as a torch was shone directly in her face, then an arm grabbed her and yanked her out into the cool night air.
+The light had dazzled her and she couldn't see anything at all. Suddenly confusion reigned and she heard shouting. The hand released its grip and she was left standing alone, unsure of what exactly was happening. Then a gentle voice spoke to her and she felt someone lead her towards blue flashing lights.
+""Don't worry, you're safe now,"" the kind man said.
+Rapunzel felt warm tears trickle down her face as a jacket was placed over her shaking shoulders and she was helped into a police car. It was over – she was safe.
+* * *
+Jakob slowly became aware of voices on the edge of his periphery. They kept fading away and he tried to focus on them, unsure of whether it was a dream, or if the voices were actually real.
+""I think he's coming round,"" the woman said. She had a strange accent and Jakob thought her voice sounded kind, but he had no idea who she was.
+It was very dark and he tried to open his eyes, but for some reason he couldn't. There was also a dull aching pain in his head and his throat was sore. Everything was out of sync and he tried to focus on something, _anything_ that might help him understand where he was.
+The last thing he could remember was climbing up to see Rapunzel. Thereafter it all faded to grey and the rest of his memory was a resounding blank. The more he tried to recall, the more his head hurt. He heard the voices again and felt something cold creep up his arm. Consciousness faded and he drifted away into the blackness.
+The next time he awoke, his head hurt less and he felt slightly better. He still couldn't see anything, but at least his brain was a little clearer. The room was silent but for the bleep of machines and he guessed he was in a hospital. Where and why remained a mystery, but since he still couldn't remember anything, he had no answers.
+Gingerly, he reached up and touched his face. There appeared to be some kind of bandage across his eyes and he realised now why he had no sight. It was so frustrating not being able to remember anything. More importantly, it was frightening not knowing how Rapunzel was.
+The sound of a door swishing open made him turn his head. ""Hello?"" he asked.
+""Ah you're back with us."" The soft feminine voice was different to the one he'd heard previously.
+""Where am I?"" he asked impatiently. ""What happened?""
+""All in good time,"" the woman said. ""I'll go and fetch the doctor. He wants to check your eyes now you've come round.""
+Jakob felt like screaming with frustration. _Why won't they tell me anything?_
+Eventually the woman returned and a man spoke to Jakob. ""Just relax while I remove the dressing and don't try opening your eyes until I tell you to.""
+He felt cool hands touching the skin on his temple and the sensation of being slowly unwrapped. He lifted his head and was surprised to find his neck felt horribly stiff. When the bandage had been removed there was silence and Jakob strained his ears in an attempt to work out what was happening. He heard faint murmuring, but it was too indistinct for him to know what they were saying.
+""Jakob,"" the doctor said, ""I want you to open your eyes now. They will feel sore, but that's to be expected. Just tell me what – if anything - you see, okay?""
+He did as he was told. ""Nothing...I can't see anything,"" he said in a fearful voice. ""What happened to me?""
+""Try not to worry,"" the doctor said soothingly. ""As well as a blow to the head, you had a fall. You landed in a pyracantha bush and the thorns scratched your eyes. There doesn't appear to be lasting damage and we are hopeful that your sight will return at some point, but it may take a while. In the meantime, you need to regain your strength. You fell from quite a height and, to be frank, you're lucky you weren't killed.""
+Jakob tried to digest the information he had been given, but all he could think about was Rapunzel. If he had fallen, what had happened to her?
+"" _Where's Rapunzel?""_
+""I'm sorry but I don't know anything. Try to rest and I'll be along tomorrow to check you over again.""
+The doctor walked out of the room and Jakob was left with alone with his thoughts. How was he going to find her when he was stuck in here and blind as a bat?
+* * *
+Rapunzel walked down the endless hospital corridor slowly. Her belly felt huge and she was tired, but, as she frequently reminded herself, at least she was free. Her hair had grown back surprisingly quickly; it hung as far as her waist now. Despite her obvious pregnancy, her long golden tresses attracted a lot of male attention. But she simply wasn't interested.
+Her heart still belonged to Jakob. After she'd been rescued from the clutches of Gotha and the Uncles, she had been unable to go back and see Jakob. They had told her it was too dangerous and advised her to stay well away from the area in case there were any further repercussions.
+Of course she had listened for the sake of her unborn babies, but not a day went by when she didn't think of Jakob. Rapunzel missed him very much. Even as lonely as she had been in the attic for all those months, it was nothing compared to this. It was only the babies that kept her going during these hard times.
+She reached the doorway that led out into a garden area and she paused. Her appointment wasn't for another half hour and she knew from experience she would be waiting for a while after. Since the sun was shining, she decided to go and sit outside for a bit.
+The area was pretty much deserted. A small pond bubbled away in the centre and a few benches were situated around the edges, screened by large shrubs. It was a small oasis in the middle of the busy hospital and Rapunzel opened the glass door and wandered out into the warm sunlight, feeling more cheerful than she had for a while.
+A lone figure was sitting in the corner beneath a small tree and she glanced over. For a moment she thought she was dreaming. _It's impossible. No, it can't be him. Surely I'm mistaken?_
+With a dry mouth, she slowly walked across the paved area. Her eyes remained locked on his pale face half hidden beneath a red baseball cap, searching for changes. He still looked so familiar, but then she'd seen him every night in her dreams for the last few months.
+""Jakob?"" she said as she reached him.
+His head jerked up and he stared past her into the middle distance. For a second Rapunzel was confused. _Why isn't he looking at me?_
+""Rapunzel?"" he asked in wonderment, still looking over her shoulder. ""Is that really you?""
+She reached out and touched his face, noting the faint scars that bore testament to some kind of injury. ""Yes, it's me.""
+Helpless tears began to fall when she sat beside him on the bench. He turned to face her and she saw a look of joy that mirrored her own.
+""I thought I'd lost you,"" he said. ""If only I could see you now...""
+""What happened to your eyes?"" she asked fearfully.
+""I fell from the window of your attic."" He shuddered at the awful memory of the old witch attacking him in her rage. ""My eyes were damaged by thorns and I haven't been able to see since. The doctors keep telling me my sight will come back, but so far, nothing.""
+Rapunzel felt his pain. She touched his face and embraced him, her tears dripping onto his cheeks. When he pulled back again, he cried out in surprise.
+""What is it?"" she asked worriedly.
+""I...I...I can see something!"" He lifted a cautious hand and touched her cheek, then her hair. ""Your hair is so beautiful; just how I remembered."" he said. Then he looked down at her swollen belly and an expression of joyful surprise lit up his face.
+""I never knew..."" His voice trailed off in astonishment. ""Our baby!""
+""Babies,"" she corrected him. ""Twins.""
+Rapunzel wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tightly. Her happiness was complete and there was nothing that could come between them any more. Gotha and the Uncles had been sent away and they couldn't hurt her again. After living in the wilderness she had finally found Jakob. Now they could spend the rest of their lives together...
+Happily ever after.
+* * *"
+235,Modern Fairy Tales,Emerald_Dragon,Chain Stories,2008-03-11,2008-06-02,2022-01-08 03:52:43,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/modern-fairy-tales-ch-03,1. Snow White & Rose Red; they meet their new neighbor. 2. The Swan Sisters,"['Fairy Tale', 'Romance', 'Rose Red', 'Snow White']",4.17,"**Snow White and Rose Red**
+Once upon a time, in a beautiful Rose garden...
+Rose sat back on her heels and looked over the acre and a half that was hers alone. It was a garden full of her namesake. The roses were in bloom and the fragrance that filled the air was sweet and heady. Many of these roses were her own hybrid variations that she had slaved over for the last several years. Her newest, Moonlight Kiss was a purple so deep it was almost black at the base and lightened slightly at the tip of each petal. Its color was a happy accident; she had been trying for the fragrance first. She buried her nose in its open petals: absolute perfection.
+Camera in hand she backed up and began setting up the shot. It was the perfect time of day for photographing this section of roses. Hopefully this new rose could be in next year's catalog. She continued to shoot down the row until the sun had risen too high. Hot, sweaty and feeling a bit wilted she headed back up the field to the house that overlooked the garden. She took her basket with freshly cut flowers with her and detoured through her mother's cutting garden for a few others.
+She had always loved the house. It was a big old fashioned farmhouse with high ceilings and a wrap around porch about ten feet deep. Flower beds with every variety imaginable surrounded the house. They had a mowed yard but not nearly as much as most houses in the area. Flowers of every variety surrounded the house growing over trellises, arbors and spilling out of containers of every variety. Their farm, Dahlquist Flowers, lived up to its name. For three seasons of the year they had pretty much non-stop blooms.
+The interior of the house was much cooler than the exterior. It wasn't hot enough yet for the air conditioning to be turned on. ""Ha ha,"" Rose thought, her mother had left fresh lemonade in the fridge and she poured herself a tall glass.
+""Hey Rose, did you get those shots in?"" asked Snow, plopping herself down at the table. She was still dressed in her work clothes, she worked part time at an accounting firm in town, when she wasn't keeping the farm in the black.
+""Yup,"" she replied after a long drink, grinning at her twin. ""I'll play with them later today and pick the best shots."" Her slim, dirty fingers recut the stems of her flowers under the running tap. She popped them into the waiting vase.
+""Good,"" said Snow, leaning to reach the counter, helping herself to a sip of her sister's lemonade. ""Jerry Miller is coming on Friday to discuss the layouts for the catalog. We still have to pick out the cover picture,"" said Snow.
+""Just remember that we won't have very many for the first two years or so"", said Rose. ""Hopefully my cuttings will over-winter better this year than last. I still can't believe that we lost so many.""
+""Yeah,"" replied Snow. She truly looked like her nickname today. Her raven black hair was cut into a bob at her chin and her creamy skin looked like it had never seen the sun.
+Rose just sighed to herself. She wished for not the first time that she looked anything like her gorgeous sister. She was a full five inches taller, with brown hair and eyes, and freckles that multiplied with every bit of sun they encountered.
+""We need to ask our new neighbor if the skanky real estate developer has hit him up yet.""
+Rose snorted, ""Although he is acting like quite a recluse. I would be surprised it the slimy land baron has had any better luck finding him than the rest of us.""
+""True enough,"" said Snow. ""I know that you and mom promised Gwen that you would 'look after him', but this is getting ridiculous. The man has gone out of his way to let us know that he doesn't want to be bothered. He even has his groceries delivered for Christ's sake.""
+That had been true enough. Rose often wondered about their new neighbor. Gwen had told them quite a bit before her unexpected death of a heart attack six months ago. His name was Daniel Stevens and he had been a Marine that had been badly hurt in combat. Gwen had invited him to stay with her when he was released from the hospital. He was a favorite great nephew, and one of the few of her many relatives that had kept in constant touch over the years.
+Rose grimaced at the thought of the rest of Gwen's relatives. She had had five children, and about a million grandchildren, all living within several hours. And yet the only time Gwen had seen or heard from them was when they needed something, generally money.
+A grin crossed her face. Gwen had surprised them all when her will was read and Daniel had inherited it all. Gwen had left her relatives a litany of reasons that Daniel had inherited and they had not. They had been furious, threatening to contest the will. Gwen had foreseen this however and her lawyer had carefully made sure that there was absolutely no way they could contest.
+And so Daniel Stevens had inherited eighty acres, a beautiful house, car and an undisclosed amount of money. The only other person to inherit anything had been her mother, Lily Dahlquist. She and Gwen had been friends since she had moved in with Snow and Rose twenty years ago. Gwen had been surrogate mother and grandmother to the struggling family and remained close throughout the years. Gwen had left Lily an odd section of 10 acres that was on the boarder of their two properties. It was an incredible grove of peeling birch trees and meadows full of wild flowers. As a child, Rose had been convinced that fairies lived there. She had spent an inordinate amount of time in that area just looking for them, or just dreaming in general.
+Daniel had moved in about three months ago. Only the lawyer had actually met with him. No one else had so much as seen him. She had gone over to the house twice. Both times she had phoned first to let him know she was coming over, she didn't want to be rude. The first timed had been to prune Gwen's roses in early spring, the second to check on them and make sure they were being watered.
+Rose set the roses on the table and sat down after refilling her lemonade glass.
+""Anyway,"" Snow continued, ""Jerry, the catalog guy is going to be here Friday and I need those pictures.""
+""I'll have them tonight,"" said Rose, a little irritated that Snow felt it necessary to repeat herself.
+""Oh, he was asking about you, too,"" she smiled.
+""Who, Jerry?"" Rose sighed, ""I am not interested in going out with Jerry Miller.""
+""Why not!?"" said an exasperated Snow. ""He's nice looking, has a good job, nice personality; what's not to be interested in?""
+""Because he is more interested in you that's why. The man can't keep his eyes off of you. No thank you.""
+""He is not. You're just too damn picky, if you ask me,"" said Snow. ""You are the only twenty three year old virgin that I know.""
+""And you know what,"" replied Rose, ""there is nothing wrong with that! So back off!""
+Rose stomped back out of the door, ignoring her sister's protests behind her. She was so sick of her sister trying to foist off men on her. One thing she hadn't mentioned was the fact that she didn't want to date Jerry because Snow had already slept with him, shortly after meeting him. She truly loved her sister, but she was very tired of her going through men like they were flavors of ice cream. She only wanted one, THE one, and she was perfectly willing to wait for him.
+She climbed into her pick-up truck and slammed the door behind her. She drove with no particular destination in mind, but wasn't surprised that she ended up at Gwen Stevenson's house. She had adored Gwen and treated her like a long lost grandmother from the time she was old enough to walk. Gwen's house was similar to theirs, if just a bit smaller.
+There was an unfamiliar car in the drive and the newer Jeep that Gwen had driven was gone. Maybe he had a visitor, family maybe? Oh, well. She walked up the stairs of the wrap around porch and knocked on the door. No answer. From inside she heard a thump and a crash.
+""Daniel?"" she shouted, ""Are you ok?""
+There was no answer and worried she grabbed the spare key from its hidey hole and opened the door.
+""Daniel?"" Nothing in the house had changed much; the foyer was the same as it always was. It was a bit disconcerting; she expected to hear Gwen say her name any minute. Immediately to her right, through an arched doorway was her office/study/library. It looked like a tornado had hit it. There were papers everywhere, the drawers had been ripped from the desk and several shelves of Gwen's considerable library were scattered around the room.
+""Holy Shit,"" she whispered. She pulled her cell phone from her back pocket and flipped it open, intending to call the police. She never got that far though. Hearing a noise behind her she half turned and was tackled to the floor, knocking the wind out of her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw an arm raised to strike her; and everything went black.
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+Daniel turned into the drive, glad to be home after a long day. Home had a great sound to it. For so long his only home was where the military had shipped him. It was nice to have his own place. He smiled at the memory of Gwen, going on and on in her letters about what plants she was planting and how well they were blooming. Occasionally a dried, pressed flower would be sent tucked in between the pages of her letters, scenting the pages with the faint scent of roses.
+Pulling into the drive he noticed the beat up pickup truck parked in the drive. He recognized it; it belonged to that neighbor girl. He also noticed that the front door was wide open.
+His lips compressed into a thin line. Being neighborly was one thing; going into his house when he wasn't there was another. Bristling with irritation he pulled his six foot four frame out of his almost new truck, and pulled his cane out after him. He had lost his left leg above the knee over a year ago and his prosthetic had taken some getting used to. Sitting in the truck for the hour drive home had stiffened him up. He was sore everywhere, his physical therapist had really worked him today.
+Limping in through the open door his eyes took a minute to adjust from the bright sunshine outdoors to the quiet dusk of the house. Stepping forward he surveyed what he could see of the house. Nothing looked out of order in the foyer and he couldn't hear anything but the quiet of the house.
+Another few steps in and he caught sight of a body sprawled across the floor, surrounded by the remains of a shattered crystal vase. His eyes scanned the room as he felt for a pulse. There was no one else in the room, the windows were unbroken. Maybe they had left through the front door after they had bashed his neighbor?
+Her pulse was strong and her breathing steady. Brushing the broken glass off of her he lifted her carefully and crossed the three steps to the couch. She was lighter than he thought she would be and she was definitely the girl that had come over several times to look after Gwen's roses. If the few glimpses he had had of her had not been enough, Gwen had pictures of the Dahlquist family pretty much everywhere, from grade school to high school and beyond.
+She was pretty, with curly brown hair held back in a simple pony, straight nose, curvy lips and freckles. It didn't look like she was wearing any make up and her lashes were long, curving gently on her cheeks. She smelled good, like sunshine, grass, and woman. He groaned quietly to himself. He had the sudden urge to lick along that sweet jawbone to her ear and nibble on the lobe. He mentally slapped himself upside the head. It had been far too long since he had had sex. That had been with his now ex-wife and seemed like a lifetime ago.
+Rose, if that was the right name, had that 'girl next door' prettiness, absolutely nothing like his ex-wife, who could easily take over an hour 'getting herself together'. This girl looked about as naturally pretty as it was possible to be. He could also see the goose egg on the side of her head, just above the ear. He concentrated on adjusting her comfortably on the sofa. He grabbed an ice pack out of the freezer as he pulled out his cell phone and called the police.
+It was pretty obvious that she had interrupted someone tossing the office and gotten bashed for her trouble. Hopefully she could identify whoever it was.
+While he was talking on the phone he didn't notice her eyes open and close several times.
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+Rose woke up slowly, with her head pounding. The light hurt her eyes. She could hear a soft baritone voice talking and she listened to the soft cadence without understanding more than a few words here and there. The voice stopped and she opened her eyes again.
+""Hey there,"" said the man, hovering over her. ""Are you with me?""
+""What?"" she replied, her head pounding with the rhythm of her heartbeat. ""God my head hurts.""
+""I'm not surprised with the size of that goose egg above your ear,"" came the deep and calm voice. There was a hint of laughter in the voice and gentle fingers smoothed a strand of hair out of her face.
+Rose closed her eyes again and when she came to her eyelids were pried open and a bright, piercing light was shone into them. She shouted something illegible and she lashed out hard with her arms.
+""Rose dear,"" it was her mother's voice, ""calm down. The paramedic was just checking for a concussion.""
+""What was his first clue? The fact that I was out of it or the lump on my head?"" she rasped out. ""Keep the damn light out of my eyes, it fricking hurts.""
+""I just need to check your pupils,"" replied a calm voice.
+Rose put her hand up to her head, partially shielding her eyes. ""You shine that light in my eyes and I will castrate you with my fingernails.""
+""Rose!""
+A rumble of laughter in that deep baritone warmed her ears. ""At least her wits appear to be intact,"" it laughed.
+Very carefully Rose was helped to sit up. She recognized where she was now, Gwen's house, the study to be more specific.
+""What the hell happened?""
+""You don't remember?"" A very handsome, very scarred face came into view as a huge bear of a man sat on the couch next to her. The left side of his face was laced with thin scars, one of which crossed his bottom lip. There was a nasty scar that looked like a burn scar that crossed his left eyebrow and continued up into his hairline. The most arresting feature however was a pair of pale green eyes looking out at her from a small collection of laugh lines.
+Rose cocked her head slightly, trying to place him. ""Daniel?"" she finally asked.
+""Pleased to meet you,"" he smiled at her.
+""Pleased my ass,"" she replied, her thoughts going directly to her mouth without benefit of filtering through her brain. ""You don't return phone calls for three months? Gwen wanted us to look in on you from time to time. You made that a little hard to do.""
+""I've been busy,"" he replied with a wry smile.
+""Yeah, well you have missed out on three months of mom's cooking. And that is a tragedy,"" she replied, trying to take the sting out of her previous comment. What the hell was wrong with her, the shy girl was cussing people out and berating a man twice her size. She would have shaken her head at herself if it didn't hurt so much.
+He chuckled, a deep, throaty chuckle that sent a shiver down her spine.
+Her mother laughed as well. ""I think we can remedy that easily enough.""
+""It is too bad that I couldn't have shown up until after you,"" she told Daniel, ""I could have been the one calling the cops after you beat the shit out of your robber.""
+Daniel chuckled again and smiled at her with a lopsided grin that made her heart skip a beat. He had carried her out to the car and she had felt like a child in the big man's arms. He had limped badly but there was never a moment that she didn't feel safe. She was used to being the tall one and he made her feel positively little. He smelled like soap and aftershave and she liked the feeling of his arms around her. In her opinion it was far too short a trip to the car.
+A quick trip to the hospital with her mother showed that it was just a concussion. Her mother got instructions to wake her regularly through the night and have a follow up visit with her doctor in the next couple of days. It was almost suppertime when they got back to the house. Exhausted, with her head aching Rose crawled into bed. Just the thought of supper made her nauseous. She was glad that Snow hadn't been home when they got there. She really didn't want to rehash everything at the moment. She drifted off to the memory of being carried in Daniel's arms.
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+Two days later...
+Rose had just finished the pictures for Snow when there was a light tap on the office door.
+""Come in,"" she called absently as she printed out a copy of her favorite and saved it and several others to disk.
+""Pretty,"" came a deep voice from behind her.
+Rose jumped. She had been expecting her mother. ""Hi Daniel,"" she smiled up at him. He was just as big as she remembered. He looked good in worn blue jeans and a sage t-shirt that brought out the green in his eyes. He was also a bit on the hairy side but the hair on his arms and the v of his tee shirt was very blonde and looked silky soft. He was using a cane today she noticed.
+""You look like you are feeling a bit better,"" Daniel said with a grin. She did too. She wasn't the type of girl that he had usually been attracted to. She wore no make-up and a casual shirt and shorts that showed an athletic figure. Even without all of the 'accessories' she managed to look beautiful.
+""Yeah, amazing what sleeping for two days and a lot of Tylenol will do for you,"" she replied. ""Did you ever find out what our mystery break in man was after?"" she asked.
+Daniel sat down in the neighboring chair and she swiveled her desk chair to face him.
+""No,"" he said shaking his head, ""Nothing was missing. Most of the documents and stuff were Aunt Gwen's anyway. Most of my stuff is still being stored in the garage. What is left of it anyway.""
+His eyes had darkened with that remark, and his lips had quirked downward into a frown.
+Rose arched an eyebrow at him, her expression curious.
+""Just how much did Aunt Gwen tell you guys about me anyway?""
+Rose grinned at him, her honey brown eyes sparkling. ""Pretty much everything,"" she told him, laughing at his expression. ""We were updated on pretty much everything that you did. She was really proud of you, you know. She was over the moon when you said that you would come and stay with her.""
+""I was looking forward to it,"" he confessed. ""With all the shit that was going down, visiting Gwen sounded like heaven. I hadn't been here for over ten years.""
+Rose looked at him curiously.
+""Divorce,"" he replied to her unspoken question. ""A very nasty divorce.""
+""Oh,"" said Rose, ""I'm sorry. Gwen never mentioned that you were divorcing.""
+Daniel leaned back, stretching out his legs a bit. ""I didn't tell her about it, I didn't want to worry her. Believe me it was a surprise for me at the time. Diane couldn't handle it when I was injured. My face looked like so much ground up hamburger at the time. They thought they could save my leg for a while but the infection just got too bad."" He shrugged. ""She showed her selfish side and tried to take me for everything. Unfortunately for her she made more money than I did, so the judge was pretty fair.""
+""She divorced you while you were in the hospital?"" asked Rose, rather disbelieving. The very thought of Daniel being abandoned and alone while so obviously in need upset her.
+""Don't look so worried, little one,"" Daniel said. ""It turned out for the best. The divorce was final right before Aunt Gwen died."" He laughed, ""The ex was pretty pissed that she missed out on a piece of a pretty sizable inheritance.""
+""I can't believe she would leave you while you were in the hospital,"" Rose said, still shaking her head.  
+Daniel shrugged. ""Your mom was telling me about some guy trying to pressure people into selling their land. Can you tell me a bit more about it? Lily said you were the one to ask.""
+Rose noticed the topic change and mentally shrugged. ""His name is Maxwell Taylor. Supposedly he is buying up property around town."" She swung her chair around a little bit and propped her feet up.
+""Summerville is pretty much a bedroom community for Mitchell. Gwen's ninety acres and our hundred and thirty are right off the main road and positioned in a really nice area. I think that he has visions of sub-divisions running through his head. A lot of people commute the 35 miles or so.""
+""Yeah,"" interjected Daniel, ""I go back and forth for physical therapy a couple of days a week. Plus the shopping is cheaper.""
+Rose nodded. ""He was really pushy with Gwen and she ended up telling him to get lost. Then he tangled with mom and ended up in a shouting match with her on the front lawn. According to rumor he is putting pressure on a lot of people to sell. He is reputed to have some pretty underhanded methods too, but no one has pressed charges or anything so it is hard to know for sure.""
+""Hmm,"" said Daniel, his green eyes thoughtful, ""I'm not selling but it is good to know who is crawling around.""
+""Are you planning on staying then?"" Rose asked curiously.
+""Yeah, I think so,"" Daniel replied. ""I have medical discharge from the Marines and Gwen left me sitting fairly well. I may get into the dog training and breeding business. I have always wanted to and this is the perfect opportunity.""
+Rose didn't miss the sparkle in his eye or the excitement on his face as he talked about his plans. She was very aware of his rather overpowering masculinity and found herself watching his lips as he spoke. He had perfect lips, curvy and not to thin, she wondered if his kisses would be soft and gentle or demanding, or both.
+""What kind of dogs?"" she asked, rather distracted by her thoughts running rampant.
+""I don't know yet,"" he replied. ""We had a lot of canine units that we worked with, bomb sniffers and such. Labradors, Sheperds, they were all pretty incredible. I would have to do some research before I chose a breed.""
+He cocked his head, ""What are you smiling about?""
+Rose laughed. ""I suddenly had this picture in my head of you surrounded by puppies and getting swarmed.""
+Daniel laughed, a deep belly laugh that sent shivers down her spine.
+""Rose?"" Snow's voice sounded and she pushed through the half open door. ""Did you have those pictures ready for me?"" She caught sight of Daniel sitting casually on the loveseat, and her eyes widened in appreciation.
+""Daniel this is my sister, Snow,"" Rose said her heart sinking. Snow looked gorgeous and polished in her casual business suit. Rose suddenly felt completely underdressed in her shorts and tee.
+""Nice to meet you. Your mother mentioned that she had two daughters,"" Daniel rose and shook Snow's hand.
+""Nice to meet you too Daniel,"" replied Snow, smiling broadly. Rose could see that Snow was 'turning on the charm' as her mother liked to call it. ""I hope that we will see you around here more often. Gwen told us so much about you.""
+In Rose's opinion Daniel's scars only seemed to accent his masculinity and did not deter from his attractiveness one bit. From the flirting that Snow was doing she seemed to share Rose's opinion.
+""Did you have those shots for me Rose?"" She asked, shifting her attention. ""Mr. Miller is here and I don't want to keep him waiting.""
+""Yup,"" Rose replied, handing the printed copies as well as the copied disk to her sister. She noticed that Jerry had become Mr. Miller. Just to like Snow to put distance between her and Jerry to accent the fact that they were not involved.
+""Thanks Rose. Nice meeting you Daniel.""
+""Nice to meet you too Snow,"" he replied. He shifted his attention to Rose. ""I should get going,"" he said. ""I have been talking your ear off.""
+""Not at all,"" said Rose, surprised at his remark, ""I may have to put dibs on a puppy once you start breeding."" She rose and began walking with him. ""Our Labrador passed away about three years ago and mom just didn't have the heart to get another dog. Jazz was practically a sibling.""
+""Labs are definitely on the short list,"" Daniel said as they walked to the front door.
+""You would probably find a good market for them too,"" said Rose. ""This is pretty good hunting territory and Labs are pretty popular.""
+""See you later,"" said Daniel smiling down at her.
+Rose smiled back at him. She loved the fact that she came up to about his chin. ""Don't be a stranger Daniel. Stop by anytime, you have a standing invite for supper. Mom really is a killer cook.""
+Rose watched his broad shouldered form limp out to his truck. He waved as he turned out into the main road and Rose gave a sigh before heading back into the house. Maybe she should have her mother call and invite him to dinner.
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+Daniel took the opportunity presented by the disaster in the study to go through much of Gwen's files and desk, shredding the things that were so much clutter and filing away the few of any importance. He also unpacked several of the boxes full of his own office things and books.
+Quite a bit of the knick-knack clutter was packed away in the then empty boxes. He had loved Aunt Gwen dearly but practically every square inch of space in her house was covered in small breakables that drove him nuts. The ones covering the kitchen counters had already been removed. He loved to cook and Gwen's kitchen was pretty well stocked with good utensils.
+As he went through the office he could not keep his mind off of Rose. He was finding himself very attracted to her, to the point of some rather indecent fantasies. He had been out of the dating game for quite a while. While some of his buddies had not had any problem finding partners away from their wives, he had preferred to stay faithful to his wife. They had dated for two years before they had gotten married. And the marriage had lasted for four. He had found out from some of his non military friends that Diane had not been as faithful to him as he had been to her. That had stung.
+Was he really ready to start another relationship? He didn't think that Rose was into casual sex, although Snow was another story. He chuckled to himself as he recalled some of her rather blatant flirting. Her polished sophistication reminded him rather strongly of his ex, and he was not going to go there. Rose was rather like a breath of fresh air. She was open and honest and beautiful in a very real and ordinary way. She was also easy to talk to and seemed to take a genuine interest in him and his plans for the future.
+He had had dinner over at the Dahlquist house two days after he had stopped by. Rose had been right, Lily was a killer cook and he had enjoyed it. He had been talked into a game of one on one basketball with Rose while they were waiting for dinner and that was probably his favorite part of the evening. She was fast and didn't cut him any slack, even with his prosthetic showing plainly from his long shorts. He had beaten her to the ten points but she had made him work for it. That had been great, being treated like a normal person rather than a cripple that you should feel sorry for.
+For not the first time he found himself wondering if her skin would taste good. He groaned. He was hard as a rock again and was finding that he was masturbating like he hadn't done since high school, constantly. He began to stroke himself again as he tried to think of an excuse to go and see her tomorrow.
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+Rose woke from a rather pleasant dream of walking hand and hand with Daniel to the smell of smoke. This time of year it was unusual for someone to be burning leaves or anything else, especially at this time of night. Her windows were open wide to catch the breeze and her ceiling fan spun lazily. There was definitely something burning. Rolling out of bed she went to the window and was momentarily stunned. The field with her roses was on fire.
+Shrieking for her mother and sister at the top of her lungs she raced down the stairs at breakneck speed. Barefoot she raced out the door to the irrigation controls that were on the side of the first greenhouse. They had installed a drip irrigation system several years ago that covered the acres of her roses. She turned them on full blast, hoping that at least the rootstock could be saved (she didn't graft her roses on to hardier rootstock). Then she grabbed the stack of old blankets that they had to cover plants incase of an early frost and raced down to the rows of roses.
+They were blazing and Rose simply threw the blankets over them hoping to smother the flames. She could smell the distinctive smell of gasoline as she continued further down the rows containing her newest hybrids. She was coughing now as the occasional errant breeze blew smoke at her.
+As she threw the last blanket she had with her over another rose bush she could hear the sirens of the approaching fire trucks. She ran back up to the house in time to have the trucks pass her on their way down to the field.
+""Rose!"" her mother shouted. She ran forward and draped a light blanket over her daughter's shoulders.
+""Someone torched them,"" Rose screamed in anger, ""you can smell the gasoline. I'll hunt them down and skin them alive!""
+She burst into tears and practically fell into her mothers arms. Years of nurturing had just gone up in flames and Rose felt as if she was watching her children die.
+She watched the fire trucks hosing down the field while Snow held her hand on one side and her mother on the other. A pick up truck pulled into the drive and a tousle haired Daniel leapt out.
+He started up to where they were sitting on the porch steps. ""What the hell happened?"" he asked.
+Rose was still sobbing not able to speak.
+""Someone set fire to the field,"" Lily answered, her eyes bleak. ""Rose said she could smell the gasoline. I don't know how many of them will survive at this point. Who would do such a thing!"" her famous calm was slipping and Daniel could see the anguish underneath the calm façade.
+""Is everyone ok?"" he asked, sitting a step below them.
+Lily nodded, still cradling Rose in her arms. Snow was on her sisters other side holding on tight to her sisters hand with one hand and stroking her back with the other.
+Watching them, Daniel was struck by their closeness. It was like he had always imagined a family should be. Despite the small irritations between the three women that were the normal everyday occurrences, at their core was a strength made up of their love and devotion for each other. At that moment he was struck with a longing to be a part of that family. He wanted to be the one holding Rose in his arms, comforting and being comforted.
+The next hour or so was busy. The police were there, taking statements from everyone. The firemen were mopping up the remains of the fire, making sure that everything was out. Lily pulled out cookies and other assorted goodies from the freezer and fed everyone, thanking the firefighters and policemen by name.
+Daniel caught sight of Rose, staring forlornly out of the back kitchen window at the moonlit remains of her roses. He put his arm around her and was pleased that she cuddled up next to him, her hand snaking around his waist and her head tucking in perfectly to the hollow of his shoulder.
+He had had a mind melting lust moment earlier when he realized that she was only wearing panties and a shirt that only came down to the tops of her thighs. She had pulled on a pair of jeans but he was still very aware of the fact that she was not wearing a bra. She felt absolutely perfect in his arms, even smelling of smoke. He smiled inwardly at himself. His decision on whether to be involved with Rose was pretty much already made. He had been fooling himself to think otherwise.
+Lily and Snow exchanged glances and smiles at the back of the couple. Snow was a little disappointed that Daniel obviously preferred Rose. But at the same time she was glad that Rose apparently had a great guy showing an interest in her, an interest that she returned. She hoped that things would work out for her rather introverted sister. Although if Daniel hurt her she would have to kill him, figuratively speaking of course.
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+After a few hours of restless sleep the household was up with the sun. Lily had called the four part time summer helpers they had along with a lot of friends. By six in the morning the roses were well on their way to being dug up and moved. As much of the soil as possible was gently rinsed off and the plants themselves were pruned back and washed with dishwashing detergent to get as much of the residual gasoline off as possible.
+The field to the west of the house was quickly plowed under and Rose was supervising the replanting of her precious roses. By the end of the day every single plant that looked like it had a chance to survive had been moved. The top layer of soil had been scraped up and hauled away in successive truck loads.
+Rose had long since collapsed into bed by the time Daniel had finished his phone calls. He went to the spare bedroom that Lily had set up for him and after a quick shower was beyond grateful that he did not have to drive home. The bed was a bit small for his large frame so he slept kitty-corner and was asleep before his head hit the pillow.
+He spent the next week at the Dahlquist farm, leaving only to get clean clothes and keep his physical therapy appointments. He had really enjoyed the physical labor of helping clean up after the arsonist had torched Rose's field. Rose herself had been fun to work with, she enjoyed getting her hands dirty and worked even harder than he did, hauling manure to her transplants, taking cuttings and in general trying to be everywhere and do everything at once. He had never enjoyed a woman's company more, even surrounded by the pungent scent of manure.
+Cade, the private detective that he had hired to look into the arson had called twice to update him and it looked like he had a few leads. He was the friend of a friend and that connection had turned out to be a good one. Daniel hadn't told the Dahlquist women about the detective yet, he was hoping to have solid evidence to present to them without them worrying about it.
+""Daniel,"" came a soft voice.
+He groaned and rolled over, pulling the covers up to his ears.
+""Daniel, it is almost noon. Mom left lunch for us. It is time to get up,"" the voice laughed. The covers were tugged at gently. Daniel had been flirting with her for the last week and a half and she was enjoying teasing him right back.
+""Still sleeping,"" he groused, ""leave a message at the tone, beep.""
+Rose laughed, ""out of bed sleepy head,"" she said in a sing-song bed and gave the covers a harder yank.
+The covers gave and she got an eyeful of Daniels gloriously naked body, from shoulders to butt, as she stood there with her hands full of blankets. She was quite unable to move as she took in the broad, muscled back that narrowed to slim hips with perfect buttocks that were several shades lighter than the rest of him.
+Daniel felt the sudden draft and heard the intake of Rose's breath. He waited for several moments and gave a glance over his shoulder. Rose stood there obviously transfixed, her eyes wide and stunned.
+Feeling mischievous Daniel pounced, and in moments had Rose lying on top of his naked body, held securely with his strong arms. The thin sheet was now dangerously low on his hips.
+""Daniel!"" she squeaked.
+""Well,"" he drawled, ""you took away my covers so I guess you will just have to replace them.""
+""Daniel,"" she said again, blushing furiously, squirming as she tried to get away.
+He groaned at the feel of her body against him. ""Rose honey you need to stop wiggling.""
+Rose stopped abruptly. She suddenly realized that she could feel his arousal against her. And then Daniel leaned up, his green eyes questioning, and began kissing her; long, slow, deep kisses that she could feel all the way down to her toes. They were both breathless when they parted.
+""Wow,"" Rose whispered. She was lying on top of Daniel, his right leg between hers. She could feel his arousal pressed against her hip, and she blushed.
+""You are absolutely gorgeous when you blush,"" he told her.
+Rose leaned in for another kiss. ""Not nearly as gorgeous as you look all mostly naked and tousled,"" she whispered to him, between soft kisses.
+Daniel loved the taste of her and his tongue explored her mouth as his hands stroked her back through the t-shirt she was wearing. He was drowning in her scent and had to hold on tight to his control. From their conversations during the last week he knew that she hadn't dated a whole lot and he wondered how experienced she was. The last thing he wanted was to come on too strong and scare her.
+Rose's hands became a bit bolder and she began to stroke the tanned skin that she had been admiring since she had met him. She rolled to his left side a bit so she could have better access. Her fingers began play with his nipple and the wealth of hair on his chest as he gasped against her mouth.
+She stopped at his response, wondering if she had done something wrong. His vibrant green eyes opened and met her questioning brown ones.
+""Touch me,"" he rasped, ""please Rose.""
+She smiled, liking the feel of this big man wanting her. Rose leaned in and began to trail kisses down his throat, nipping and tasting as her fingers stroked the skin of his chest and arm. She had lost track of the times in the last week that she had wanted to reach out and touch him as he worked beside her, to run her fingers through his short hair (that he was threatening to have buzzed).
+Daniel groaned and panted with each feather light touch on his body. His entire body was reacting to her innocent touches and he felt like he was about to go up in flames.
+He pulled her back up for a kiss, tasting her like a starving man would fall on a meal. The kisses picked up speed and he pulled her gently to him, hip to hip, belly to belly. Their hips began to grind against each other. Rose was absolutely lost in the kiss and she pulled Daniel over her so that he body was partially covering hers and his right leg in between hers, his erection hard against her hip.
+Rose wrapped her leg over his hip and began to move against him. Their bodies nudged and flexed against one another in mock intercourse as he devoured her mouth with his own and ran his fingers though her tousled brown hair. He moaned into her mouth as he kissed her. The sound added erotic fuel to the fire and she moved her body with his. Every part of her was on fire with need and she was surrounded with Daniel's scent, his strong, trembling body pressed against hers, his moans as he kissed her, his fingers gentle as they stroked her face and hair.
+""Rose, Rose,"" he moaned, ""we have to stop, I'm so close honey, Rose.""
+Rose heard him and was suddenly aware of where she was and what she was doing. She didn't want to stop. She didn't want to be the good responsible Rose that she knew so well. Once, just once she wanted to throw caution to the wind and take a chance.
+Very deliberately she slid her right hand between their bodies until she could feel his erection through the thin sheet that separated them. She stroked his length, marveling at its heat and firmness. She began to stroke him, pushing her hand down his length and pulling up.
+Daniel gasped and moaned at the same time, his entire body reacting to her hands on him. He bucked his hips and threw back his head as he came so hard it felt like his orgasm started from his toes. He cried out with agonized pleasure as he felt each spurt of fluid leave his body.
+Rose continued to stroke him through his orgasm. She was still beyond aroused but felt a strange sense of satisfaction that she could pleasure Daniel to the point where he lost control. She watched his face open mouthed as he was left panting and shaking in aftermath.  
+""Wow,"" he said as he pulled her close, ""my God Rose.""
+She giggled and buried her face in his shoulder, blushing furiously
+""Do you have any idea how incredible you are?"" he asked. He kissed her again, long and deep. He couldn't stop tasting her. ""I suppose that it is a little late for this but will you date me? Exclusively?""
+Rose couldn't stop grinning as she looked up at him. ""Oh yeah,"" she told him. ""I should tell you that I am the jealous type.""
+Daniel cradled her face in his hand, rubbing his thumb over her cheekbone. ""You will never, ever have to worry about that sweetheart,"" he told her, his eyes serious.
+""I know,"" she replied, ""kiss me?""
+His lips met hers again and she melted in his arms.
+""Mom and Snow won't be back for hours,"" she whispered to him between heated kisses. She took his hand and slid it down her body until it cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing over the erect nipple through her shirt and bra.
+""Are you sure babe?"" Daniel asked.
+""Yes,"" she told him, looking at him from under her lashes. Her stomach was tight with nervousness but with every touch she was more and more sure that this was right, so right. She let out a shivery moan as his mouth followed his thumb, nipping gently through the fabric, sucking and nuzzling.
+Daniel pushed her shirt up, unhooked her front clasp bra and began to explore her breasts. Rose made little incoherent sounds of pleasure as he nibbled and sucked the soft skin of her breast, taunting and teasing her nipples only to lick and caress around them, driving her crazy. His right hand unzipped her shorts and slid his hand inside. He moaned when he found her absolutely soaked. The primitive male inside of him growled with pleasure at the thought that he was the one to make her this wet; so slick and ready for him.
+He slid his middle finger in between her folds and began to gently play with her slippery clitoris as he continued to suckle and caress her nipples with his tongue, lips and teeth.
+Rose was gasping now as her senses were assaulted with his gentle attack. She writhed and moaned in need as his fingers slid deeper into her and the heel of his hand began to grind against her clit. He thrust deeper and deeper with his thick fingers, stretching her open, that small pain combining with incredible pleasure to send her over the edge into an incredible climax. His mouth covered hers in a kiss that muffled her cries as she bucked against his hand.
+""Daniel,"" she panted when she could speak again, ""I need you, inside me, please.""
+Daniel's already rock hard cock twitched, and he moaned aloud at the images of Rose with her legs wrapped around him as he slid that aching part of himself deep inside of her.
+""I don't have condoms with me Rose,"" he managed to rasp out, keeping control of himself with only the thinnest of margins.
+""I'm on the pill Dan,"" she pleaded, ""please.""
+He did know that he was clean. When he had found out that his wife had been cheating the first thing he had done was get tested.
+Rose bucked her hips up again, forcing his fingers deeper inside of her. She moaned. ""Please Daniel; I've been waiting for you for so long, please.""
+""Waiting?"" he murmured as he helped pull her cloths off.
+She smiled rather shyly into his questioning green eyes. ""I've never done this before Daniel. I was waiting for the right person.""
+""God,"" he groaned. He nudged his dripping cock into her slick entrance. ""Mine,"" he whispered, ""all mine, every damn inch of you."" He claimed her mouth, thrusting his tongue in time with his shallow thrusts into her slick body.
+""Gonna make you come so hard,"" he promised, as he slid deeper into her body, trying to be careful, desperately wanting to make it good for her, even as his body wanted to lose all control and fuck her until he came.
+Rose bucked her hips up, trying to take him deeper. ""More,"" she whimpered, ""more, oh God please.""
+In her to the hilt, belly to belly, her legs spread wide he began to thrust. ""Mine, Rose, mine,"" he chanted, his body on the verge of agonizing pleasure. Her body moved in time with him, her breathless cries urging him on, her hands clawing at his back.
+A thought in the back of his mind pushed forward as he drown himself in her body. He wished she wasn't on the pill. He wished that his naked cock would flood her unprotected body and make her pregnant with his baby. His baby, growing in her belly. He clung to his control until he heard her shriek. He shattered as he climaxed so hard he saw stars, pounding himself into her body mercilessly. He was pouring his seed deep into her body, as it was squeezing and pulsing around him.
+He collapsed, exhausted, trying to go off her side so that he wouldn't crush her. For long minutes he just lay there, aftershocks of the strongest orgasm he had ever had in his life still sending thrills of sensation through his body. He could feel himself shrinking and pulling out of her body as he held her close.
+""Rose?"" he murmured.
+""Hmmm,"" she replied, limp and lazy in the afterglow.
+""I don't think I have ever been happier than I am at this moment. I mean it,"" he said, nuzzling her hair. ""I spent six years with my ex and I was never once as happy as I am right now.""
+Rose snuggled closer to him. She knew that she loved him; she had pretty much since the moment she laid eyes on him. ""I feel the same way Daniel,' she told him. She giggled. ""I think I should send your ex a thank-you card for being so stupid as to let you go,"" she said, kissing him softly.
+He laughed.
+They never did get lunch.
+@@@@
+That evening Daniel was putting the finishing touches on the dinner he was cooking for Rose. Ordinarily he would have opened a bottle of wine but the medications he was on currently warned against it. Instead he had cranberry juice in a wine glass, sipping it while he was cooking. The table was already set with Gwen's linen tablecloth and good dishes and the candles were ready to be lit.
+He grinned to himself. The upstairs was ready too, the bed with fresh sheets and the bathroom with fluffy towels; just incase things went in that direction, he told himself.
+The phone rang. He answered it and shortly pulled the pan with the tenderloins off the stove while he sat down to listen.
+""Are you sure, Cade?"" he asked the detective.
+""Absolutely,"" said the P.I., ""the guy was real sloppy, he left evidence all over the place. I have already given my evidence to Sherriff Gibbs. I have your copy.""
+""I'll swing in tomorrow,"" Daniel told him. ""Thanks for your hard work, I really appreciate it.""
+""Actually I could...""
+""Daniel?"" Rose's voice called from the front of the house.
+""I'm in the kitchen,"" he replied, covering the mouthpiece with his hand, raising his voice a little, ""you're right on time."" He turned around to greet her and froze.
+Standing with his arm around Rose's throat and a gun in his hand, stood a dark haired young man in a disheveled suit. He was only a couple inches taller than Rose which put him at about 6 foot. He looked strong with broad shoulders.
+""Where is Snow?"" he demanded.
+""Jerry please,"" said Rose softly.
+""Shut up,"" he yelled at her. He turned his eyes back to Daniel, ""Where is Snow!"" he said again, ""I know she is here.""
+""I am afraid that I don't know what you are talking about,"" Daniel said slowly. From the wild look in the guy's eyes it was obvious that he wasn't firing on all cylinders. He set the phone down on the counter. It was still on and he was hoping that Cade was hearing this and calling the cops.
+""Don't act all innocent with me,"" Jerry said, practically spitting out the words, ""you have been after her from the beginning. You're the reason she won't go out with me again, you and her damn family. Work, work, work that is all she ever has time for; those damn flowers. 'I'm sorry Jerry but I am working at home tonight, I'm sorry Jerry I have to help Rose with the picture layouts,"" he said in a falsetto. ""Well not anymore,"" he snarled. ""Once they and you are out of the picture she will have plenty of time for me. Now start moving!"" He gestured to Daniel's left, away from the counter where the knives were kept within easy reach.
+""I am dating Rose, not Snow,"" Daniel said as he moved in the indicated direction.
+""Two timing her with her own sister,"" Jerry spat, his voice full of rage, ""what a bastard. Keep your hands up!"" he shouted as he followed Daniel through the kitchen.
+""Ok, ok,"" said Daniel as he continued to back up. Jerry's gun was pointed at him but it was wavering quite a bit as he gestured with it. He could see the fear on Rose's face and he longed to reassure her. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that Cade was in the house. How the hell he had managed to get there so fast? He was quietly creeping up behind Jerry. He must have been in the area.
+""Where are we going anyway?"" he asked, trying to keep Jerry distracted.
+Jerry never got a chance to answer. As Cade swung the butt of his gun like a club, Daniel hit the deck. Jerry dropped like a rock, taking Rose to the floor with him. The gun that he had been waving around did not go off. Daniel had a shocked and startled Rose in his arms two seconds later.
+""Are you ok Rose?"" he asked trying to hold her and check for injuries at the same time.
+""Yeah,"" she replied, looking a bit dazed.
+""Rose this is Cade Munroe,"" Daniel said.
+Rose was taking in the tall, good looking black man that was frisking an unconscious Jerry.
+""He is a private detective from Springfield. I hired him to look into the arson at your place.""
+""Hi,"" said Rose. ""Aren't you a little far afield for such a quick rescue?"" she asked.
+Cade grinned at her, flashing a charming dimple in his left cheek. ""Actually I was on my way over here when I was on the phone with Dan here. My sister and her husband live in Summerville and had invited me over for a barbeque tonight.""
+""You aren't single are you?""
+Cade looked startled. ""Why yes I am, why do you ask?""
+""I think my sister needs to start dating better guys,"" she replied with a smile, ""you look like a pretty good candidate."" She tilted her head up to look at Daniel, ""unless you have any brother's you would like to volunteer?""
+Both Cade and Daniel started laughing as the sirens could be heard outside.
+One Year Later.....
+Daniel Phillip Stevens stood sweating in his full dress uniform despite the air conditioner and ceiling fans that were keeping the room relatively cool. His brother was standing to his left, also in military dress. The church was full to capacity and then some. Many of his friends from the service were here, as were the friends he had made in the last year.
+He couldn't believe that he was enjoying living next to his soon to be mother- in-law. Part of that was just her kindness, her incredible cooking and a large part was that she always called before she came over. He appreciated that. His parents adored her, as did his brother, Sam. Hell his parents were already planning Christmas with her.
+The music started and he was pulled out of his reverie.
+Snow came down the aisle first, wearing a dress of a deep reddish pink silk that suited her fair skin and dark hair to perfection. He barely noticed her. His eyes were riveted on the beauty in white that was next down the aisle, arm and arm with her mother. His heart started pounding in his chest.
+Rose carried a bouquet of her favorite roses the same shade as Snow's dress. He didn't notice the details of her dress, just that it showed the golden tan skin with a smattering of freckles that he loved to stroke. In his opinion it showed far too much cleavage; that cleavage was his and he didn't want anyone else getting ideas. He grinned inwardly; Rose hated her freckles but she had shown incredible enthusiasm for his game of 'connect the dots' that he played with his tongue.
+He reached out and took her hand in his, his Rose, his from this day forward. Everyday just continued to get better, one after the other. He was hoping that the happiness of this moment would continue and they would get a lifetime of it.
+
+"
+236,Modern Fairy Tales,Sean Renaud,Chain Stories,2009-11-29,2014-07-14,2022-01-08 03:52:57,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/modern-fairy-tales-ch-15,1. The lady freed from the gallows or The Golden Ball. 2. Rumpelstiltskin wants to make a video.,"['Fairy Tale', 'Humor', 'Loan Shark', 'Princess']",3.73,"Once upon a time not too long ago there lived a very beautiful girl. As beautiful as she was she was equally spoiled. Her parents bought her a car for turning sixteen and a laptop for graduating high school. They paid for her to go to college but she mostly screwed around and ended up dropping out a couple of times. Her name was Diana but because she was so spoiled everybody called her Princess.
+Like a lot of spoiled people and to be perfectly fair Americans in general during the early years of the twenty first century Princess did not live within her means. She made just over minimum wage but she had a Playstation 3 hooked up in her SUV. Her cell phone was an all in one everything. It could take pictures, find her on GPS, tune her guitar and even make light saber hums as she swung it through the air. On top of that she married a boy not a man and he couldn't hold down a job but spent her money.
+She owed a lot of people money, her parents, her ex boyfriend, the bank and one other that was of interest. She owed the local loan shark and that is where our story picks up. You see loan sharks aren't like friends and family who might secretly resent you but would never do anything about it. They aren't quite like banks who send their process servers to challenge you to dance offs in the streets. I actually have it on good authority that doesn't really happen either, you got served was referencing something other than process serving when they made that film. No when your time is up with the local loan shark he sends men to break your knees or sometimes something worse. Some times they just kill you to make an example for the others.
+The loan shark that Princess had borrowed money was some times called Barry and other times he was called Bam Bam, it didn't really matter what you called him the important part was to know he wasn't the kind of man you wanted angry. If you were on his good side he was your best friend, pay your bills on time and he'd give you a little sugar on top to make things extra sweet, but if you were naughty he'd want ninety percent of his money back as soon as he discovered you were an idiot and that was the case with Princess. She'd borrowed twelve thousand dollars from him. That money was supposed to go to paying for rent and food and even her cell phone for the rest of year. Barry felt like he'd been generous letting her keep the cell phone on his dime, it wasn't really a requirement to life but it made him feel better to know he'd helped.
+Princess could have spent the money wisely on those things and continued on with her job at the hotel until things turned around. It would have been a meager existence but that was the case for a lot of people near the turn of the first decade of the twenty first century. Instead of saving that money though she spent it. She spent it on Pokemon and trips to Las Vegas and a honey moon in Cancun! This made Barry very angry and that's why Princess was standing nude in an abandoned warehouse awaiting her fate.
+""You know I'm a smart man Princess. I know when someone is going to be able to pay and comply with my wishes. I can look at you and know you can't so I'll only ask would rather learn to fly or swim with the fishes?"" Barry asked Princess. He was pacing back and forth as he spoke only occasionally looking at her.
+""Why don't we wait. I have friends and family surely one of them will pay you the money I owe. Can I call them to see?"" Princess asked.
+""Of course not you spoiled snot. I already called everybody who might care or have a soft spot. Your husband, your father and your ex boyfriend have all been given ransom notes for your return. It's about half what you owe but nobody is coming to help you know."" Barry said. ""You should be happy though. I don't know why but I'll still let you choose if you swim or if you fly.""
+Princess knew he wasn't joking at all. He wasn't smiling as he often did, no the look on his face was completely serious. There was already a shallow steel tub and a bag of concrete resting in the room where she could see it. She wouldn't need quite so much equipment if she choose to fly the friendly skies but it seemed that Barry was had a feeling of whimsy for he packed her a golden parachute for the fall. It was slashed and tattered, her fall it wouldn't stall, but she it was going to bring a smile to his face and that counted for a something.
+""Tick tock Princess. I have other people with money they owe and some of them might have people who are willing to pay. I can choose for you if you're going to take all day."" Barry shook his head and started mixing the cement in the small tub.
+""No please don't, just wait a while and I'm sure someone will come to pay the ransom."" Princess shouted her eyes growing wide.
+""I get bored easily, if you can help me pass the time I might wait just a while."" Barry said giving Princess just the opening she needed to live.
+""If I give you a hand job do will you wait for someone to come and pay?"" Barry answered her the way that any straight man would. He dropped the concrete mix, there was something else hardening in the room. He dropped his pants next so she could see what that something else was.
+Princess gasped, she was no stranger to boy parts but this thing was big and by comparison her husband just had a twig! She tried to wrap her hand around it but it was a bit too wide and her fingers didn't quite meet on the opposite side. Princess had to use both hands to hold onto Barry's big cock so that's what she did. She used both hands to hold on tight and stroke his cock. She knew she was doing it right because Barry was moaning and his hips were churning! Princess got down on her knees staring up at his man meat and watching it start pulsing. Princess had watched her fair share of porn so the words Barry was saying weren't much of a shock but most girls would have felt their ears burn. The things he said were nasty, demeaning, crude and rude but Princess just kept smiling because at least someone was coming to save her. It took a few minutes but she got him to come, a huge load of warm sauce that nearly covered her face. It dripped from her chin down onto her breasts and some fell from there to the floor below.
+No sooner had she finished than her husband walked in. ""I told you he'd be here. My husband loves me and cherishes me more than some meager bucks."" Princess smiled and beamed until she saw the look on his face. It was a like a smile or a grin only it was without mirth. Instead of joy it was something akin to malice. Princess felt her heart stop and her blood turn to ice.
+""I didn't come to save you. I couldn't if I wished it, the money you wasted on purses and shoes until it was all gone was mine. I just came to tell you I'll miss you but your sister is mighty fine."" Her husband said.
+""I told that nobody would come for you my dear sweet Princess. It's time once again about your fate to think, would rather fly or sink?"" Barry of course had mind made up, something about cement shoes was just what he wanted to do.
+""Please Barry give me time for my father to arrive, I'm sure he wants me alive. I'm his baby, his little girl and to lose me would put his world in a twirl!"" Barry paused slightly, he was growing impatient.
+""I'm not being patient for you but instead for him. It wouldn't be right if I didn't give him one last chance to have some fun. So I'll let your husband have his turn to cum."" Barry said.
+Her husband was shocked, confused and perplexed but none of that stopped him from wanting some oral sex. His trousers dropped and his boxers followed. ""Suck it girl and swallow my cum!"" Princess nearly fainted as she found herself spared once more, her one hand wrapped around her husband's prick and her mouth quickly followed. She'd only been married for about six months but she'd gotten plenty of practice (not all, or even most with him) Princess swallowed him whole with little difficulty. He moaned and he groaned, his legs threatened to give way. She slurped, and she sucked getting her spit all over the place. It ran down his cock soaking his balls, streamed down his thighs. Princess waggled her tongue against his flesh, tasting her husband for what might be the very last time. Her husband was close, so close she could feel it. She could feel the tip expanding as it rested in her throat, his balls were contracting at the same time. If Princess had any real control over herself she would have slowed down and made it last, not because she wanted his pleasure to last but because if nobody had shown up by the time he came it would be over for her! Not that she knew but luck was on her side, just as her hubby flooded her gullet cream of some young guy soup her father walked in the room.
+Princess had always been spoiled and a bit of a whore. This wasn't the first time Daddy had caught his princess with goo on her face or a cock in her throat. Most men would have been shocked and appalled but this was nothing out of the average for her. So he stood their silent letting her finish, she really did enjoy what she was doing. He watched with a morbid interest as his baby girl made certain to squeeze every last drop of her hubby's cum onto her tongue where she could swallow it down obediently.
+When she was certain she'd gotten every drop she turned and looked over at her father then to Barry. ""Told you he'd come if you just waited some time. He'll pay the ransom and you won't have to commit another crime!""
+It was the second time that day she'd seen that look and this time is she knew that something was wrong and much worse than she could have inferred and when her father spoke her fears were confirmed! ""This isn't the first time you asked for cash or even the second of the third. Your mother and I believe you'll keep coming for our money until you have it all and it's finally time that you took the fall."" He lowered his head.
+This was bad, about as bad as it could get! She knew how the game was played and she already had two strikes! Would her ex even show up? Of course Princess had her doubts but Barry was about to ask how she would like to be taken out! To die peacefully either in her sleep or surrounded by loved ones would be her wishes but Barry only gave he two choices. One involved birds and the other fishes.
+Princess was as clever as she was beautiful though, besides she'd had a daddy fantasy since she was a little girl. ""Barry. I know what you're going to say but just give me a minute. I've jerked you off and sucked off my husband but my poor father came all this way for nothing. If I could have just a second with him, I've wanted my Dad as long as I can remember.
+Barry paused as he thought about her offer. He wasn't sure if she was lying or not but it really didn't matter. It wasn't every day that you got to see a girl ride her daddy. He was sick, being a criminal has that effect and the thought of a man porking his own daughter got him a little hard. ""Go ahead and fuck your dad. This is the last chance you have if your ex doesn't show by the time you finish you'll get an up close view of a lot of fish.""
+There was a smile on her face as she walked to her father and pulled off his clothes, shirt, shoes, pants and socks. What better way to get at his cock? Once he was nude she pushed him flat on his back and mounted him like a pony. One hand to steady herself on his firm chest, the other cradled her breasts as he bucked beneath her. There was no complaint from her father at this random circumstance. The truth was he'd wanted her for years as well. She looked like her mother had in her youth and probably more importantly she felt like her mother had in her youth. Princess was tight and wet and had the kind of energy that only a younger woman can provide. Unlike her mother her breasts had no sag and bounced beautifully as she rode him. If he had a regret it was that it didn't last as long as he would have preferred. He'd dreamt of her perfect tits for so long that it only took a few minutes for daddy's little cowgirl to get him to blow his wad.
+""Wow I knew you were a skank a slut and a ho but holy shit Princess you're fucking your Dad!"" Nobody, not even Barry's body guards had noticed her ex enter the room. It was little surprise which they would rather watch between a door or Princess and her father!
+Princess looked up from her father, even though he'd just blown his load deep in her twat she was still without her own satisfaction. There was of course the important issue of keeping herself alive here but just like most people once that burning started in her loins common sense didn't play much of a role. She kept riding her father like a stallion or bull doing everything she could to quench her thirst. ""Daddy spank me, pull my hair!"" The number of men able to refuse her requests when she was in heat are few indeed and her father was not amongst their number so he obeyed in an instant. One hand went into her reddish brown hair tugging sharply while the other slapped her ass hard it left a bright red handprint. When she screamed harder he bucked his hips against hers and kept pulling her hair until finally Princess came and collapsed against his chest.
+Then her ex walked in. ""This is the woman who broke your heart and married another, surely you are like her husband and her father only here to bid her farewell?"" Barry said feeling his chest swell. This was it, the final would be savior before he could feed his fish.
+That was when something happened that he didn't expect. ""She is the one who left me for another but she didn't break my heart. Her happiness is my happiness and walking the aisle dressed in white brought her great bliss. I have no right to be angry with her for that but a world without her would be complete amiss. Here is your money, your cash and your loot now let her free."" Her ex pulled out a stack of bills from his pocket and handed them to Barry who quickly counted to make sure that all of it was there. Once he was satisfied that his money was all there he walked over to her ex shook his hand and walked away. It had been a good day for Barry, a live sex show and a few thousand dollars he had no complaints.
+Princess was just as happy, she'd gotten her father a life long dream, a reason to divorce her husband and the love of her ex whom she still secretly loved. She went home with her ex and gave him everything he dreamt of and more. Together her and her ex ex and eventual new husband lived happily ever after.
+
+"
+237,Modern Fairy Tales,Bakeboss,Chain Stories,2009-12-22,2010-10-06,2022-01-08 03:52:58,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/modern-fairy-tales-ch-16,1. Wizzard of Oz now lives inWashington DC. 2. A poor family is blessed with a diminutive baby.,[''],3.12,"Dorothy knew if she were ever to get Auntie Ems Farm Kansas back, she would have to see the Wizard Obama. Her friend Mattie Lyon said,
+""Dorothy, Oz Land is in Washington DC and I know the wizard lives in a big white house behind a big fence, you'll never get in to see him.""
+""That's OK, if I can get him to play me a little B-ball one on one I'll wipe the court with him and he'll be so embarrassed he give us what you want.""
+""Look Timmy I know you got ten inches but that doesn't make you a good ball player""
+""Ya think I'd listen to someone name John Crow, with hair so yellow it looks like straw growing out of your head.""
+Finally Dorothy got tired of listening to them bicker and told them all to shut up and one thing no matter what, they all knew they should listen to what she said. Every one knew that 'the one who had the pussy made the rules' and Dorothy sure had the pussy, you could even see it reflected in her shinny red shoes if you stood at just the right angle.
+""OK then lets list what we want from the wizard then our assets and next our liabilities to see what we can come up with to get in to see the wizard. We know I want to save Auntie's Kansas farm and see I have the pussy, now what about my liabilities...""
+""Dorothy put your damn dress down, we know you got the pussy but if you keep flashing it all over town you're going to wear it out. By the way who ever heard of a chic naming her hooch Toto""
+""Oh yeah Johnny Crow, let's see who wears out first, my pussy or that ass of yours that you been peddling all over Oz and I bet if that can of yours looked as good as my precious you'd name it too. OK so my main liability is I give it away too much, but jeez guys if you got the power you use it. OK John you be next""
+""I'm not only gay I'm happy I'm gay but if I can't get the wizard to let me marry my brainy boyfriend I'm destined to be stupid all my life. How about you Tim, what ya got?""
+""I'm a beautiful black man with a ten inch dick but I'm afraid my heart is going to break so I have to get the Wizard Obama to start a national program of health care for all who need it. As far as liabilities I don't think I have any.""
+""Oh please, no liabilities, you look more like Flavor Flav than Denzel Washington. If that ain't a liability, I don't know what it is. All right Mattie you're up""
+""This is so embarrassing I'm afraid to go into it, you see my number one asset is my gorgeous long brown curls. Now every morning as I comb my long locks my brush ends up full of my hair. I'm hoping I can get the wizard to stop my pattern baldness.""
+They came upon a man preaching social responsibility on the street and as no one was paying attention to him, he took the time to tell them how to get to the big white house.
+""It takes a road paved with gold to get to the white house, and I tell you people that what's wrong with our country today the wheels need grease...""
+They soon bored of listening to him spout about physical responsibility and went on before he finished talking. They figured if the road is paved with gold they merely need look for a yellow brick road and they were home free. When they asked another man for directions to the yellow brick road to the white house, he suggested they take Pennsylvania Avenue and sure enough before lone they were at the gate. Alas, the guard at the gate said no entry without an invitation and the little group began to believe that even though they were close, they would fail. This man walked up to them and inquired as to why the long faces. He felt so bad for them that he offered his two invitations so at least two could see the wizard. They thanked him and then Tim and Dorothy presented their invitations to the guard.
+""Let's see here, Mr. and Mrs. Tareq Salahi, well this all looks in order, go right on in.""
+Once inside they saw a screen with the wizard on it and beside the screen a telephone and a note saying 'ask the wizard a question'
+""Hello, my name is Dorothy and I need you to save my Auntie Em's Kansas farm.""
+The screen said,
+""You must go to the Republican of the east and convince him to free up farm subsidies and then I will save her farm.""
+They all rushed to the Republican of the east's lair and once there found him to be a scary rapscallion of a person. After he threatened to burn every farm named Kansas, Dorothy knew she had to act. As Dorothy showed off her little puss named Toto Mattie Lyon grabbed his slush fund and put into the general fund. Without his slush fund, the mean republican was powerless and melted into a mere mortal. Without the Republican, the farm bill passed with ease and triumphant they returned to the white house of the wizard.
+Once inside their hopes were soon dashed anew as the screen of the wizard told them he could not help. When Dorothy yelled that he had promised, the wizard began screaming that no one could tell him what to do. Tim noticed an opening in the curtain behind the screen and when he peeked inside he saw it was not the Wizard Obama speaking but Michelle Obama operating the controls of a voice box. Once she got a taste of Tim's licorice stick she soon calmed down and even offered to help.
+""Mattie, you're worried about going bald, get a grip man don't you see all the men are shaving their heads now, soon every man will be bald. As for you my black stallion, you don't need health care you need to watch your diet. Cut back on salt and quit eating so much soul food and your heart will be fine. John you don't have to be married to your smart boyfriend to use his brains but if you feel, you have to, then move to Massachusetts they have gay marriage there.
+As for you Dorothy, I'm afraid the farm bill was passed too late to save your Auntie's farm but for you I'll tell you a secret. When you get back to the barn just stamp your shoes three times and the answer will be yours.
+Back Home in Kansas:
+Dorothy woke up in her bed back home; she had no recollection of going to bed or even coming home for that matter. When Auntie Em came in Dorothy began to cry,
+""Oh Auntie I tried to save the farm, I even showed Toto all over Oz Land in Washington DC. Lots of people looked and some even sampled but no one helped.""
+""Why Dorothy whatever are you talking about, you did save the farm. Don't you remember, when you went to the barn and stamped your feet you fell through the floor into the basement. When we went down to get you we saw you were unconscious. while we were down there we found Grandpa's still and now we've taken so many orders for Kansas Moonshine we've paid the back taxes and brought the mortgage up currant.""
+Therefore, you see the wizard's wife proved to be wise, she saved Auntie's Kansas Farm, and she was right when she said, 'there's no place like home'.
+
+"
+238,Mysterious Stranger,Finish This,Chain Stories,2013-11-13,2013-11-13,2022-01-08 03:53:05,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/mysterious-stranger-4,Who is the woman in the red coat?,"['Collaboration Story', 'Drama', 'Mystery']",3.65,"_A photographer finds that many/all of his (or her) recent pictures contain the same person. This is coincidence -- the photog does not know or recognize the person. One detail is visible and allows the photog to track them down._
+What happens next? Literotica authors write finish the story.
+ **The Beginning:** _(submitted by[Pennlady](http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1075512&page=submissions))_
+""Well, this is weird."" Jake Robinson frowned as he flipped through the pictures on his Canon digital camera. ""Really weird.""
+He took his camera over to his computer and hooked it up. While the pictures copied over, he grabbed a beer and sat down. Selecting a picture at random, he opened it in a preview program. Yes, there she was.
+As a photographer for the local newspaper and their website, Jake had pictures of a local 10K charity run, a summer festival at the township park, and other town events over the last two weeks. As he clicked through the photos, his incredulity built.
+The same woman was in every picture. She had dark hair and a right red coat; the coat started to stand out like a beacon in the images.
+Who could she be? It wasn't right that she was in all of the pictures, he thought. That defied the law of averages or something. He sighed. Even if the odds were against it, there it was, and he didn't know how to find her. Absently, he paged through the pictures again until one caught his eye.
+He'd caught the woman in the act of opening a car door. Since he'd been slightly behind the car, he'd managed to get the license plate. He reached for the phone while staring at the screen, then glanced down to dial.
+""Hey, Michelle? Can you do me a favor? I need to look up a license plate. No, no, it's nothing. Just curiosity. Please? Thanks."" He read the plate to his sister. ""No hurry. Thanks again.""
+** ** **
+[ **(RoyceConnors' finish)**](http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1243004)
+Michelle called back a few minutes later and told him about the licence number.
+""Wait, you're telling me that car was demolished in an accident four years ago? That can't be right. I just saw it and it looked like new. Who was the driver?""
+The description of the woman matched his subject in the photos he had to a tee. He told Michele thanks and slowly hung up the phone, staring at the screen and the woman in the red coat.
+He shook his head trying to make sense of it, but one thing was factual about it. She was beautiful. He scrolled back and forth through the pictures and enhanced shots of her, zooming in on her face. He printed them off and went to his arm chair with a drink and looked at each one carefully.
+Something was as familiar about her, as it was mysterious, but nothing was coming to him, until he remembered back four years ago. There was something gnawing at his mind to remember it, a connection that made sense of everything. He saw the pose in one of the shots and there it was, the missing part that started making sense of everything.
+He went back to his computer and pulled up the newspaper's website. He scanned through headlines of events that happened four years ago and then there she was, The headline screamed the facts, but his pictures contradicted it. He looked at the photos again and confirmed it was the same woman, but how?
+** ** **
+** ** **
+[ **(3113's finish)**](http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=591023)
+Michelle called back right away. ""I thought there was something funny when you read me that number. It hasn't been issued yet.""
+""What does that mean?""
+""It means the plate hasn't been created yet, brother mine. Either those were bogus plates or you read them wrong.""
+""Um...yeah. I, uh, don't think they were bogus. I think I read 'em wrong like you said. Thanks, sis.""
+He hung up, feeling very odd inside. He'd lied to his sister, of course. The plate numbers were crystal clear in the photo. Studying the picture, he also noticed that the car was odd as well. Sleek and sporty, it didn't quite stand out as different, but it didn't seem right either. Weird, weird, weird.
+Maybe if he went back to the scene of the...crime? Event? He grabbed his keys and threw open the door.
+There she was standing on his doormat and he barely checked his forward step. Glossy hair, dark as his own, red coat. Her lips were full and parted as if in wonder, her cheeks flushed with what might be excitement or embarrassment or maybe just the snap of cold in the air.
+She was wearing some kind of perfume, flowery and delicate. His rush out the door and sudden stop had him close enough to smell it, to make out powdery softness of her cheeks. Eye to eye with her. Brown like his. Where had he seen them before?
+""Hi,"" she breathed, the first to speak. ""I'm breaking all kinds of rules, but it's no longer enough to just keep watching you.""
+""Watching me?"" the words barely registered. Who would want to watch him? He wasn't anyone special.
+""Yes. The race is a nexus, you see, meaning a place where I'm allowed to go to see you."" She went silent for a minute, staring at him intently. ""In person.""
+Ah, fuck. She was one of those off-her-meds types. He'd better shut the door and call the cops. Now. But those eyes. ""Look, Miss, I dunno who you are or why you're watching me—"" he tried.
+""I know,"" she cut him off. ""I know how I'm sounding and what you're thinking. But I'm breaking the rules by cutting outside the nexus both in place and date. Which means we haven't much time.
+She pushed past him. Just swept in without a by-your-leave and he would never be able to say later why he let her do it. Except that when her shoulder touched his it was like getting an electric shock. Moving as if she knew where she was going, she hurried past the living room zigging and zagging right to his studio. He found himself hurrying to catch up.
+""Hey, wait—just wait a minute—!""
+He found her standing before his board of print-outs. She was staring most intently at a set of photos he'd taken last year while on a camping trip. He come upon a beautiful young lady, naked and bathing under a waterfall. Far from being shy, she'd posed for his pictures, then invited him to join her. They'd had a wonderful time warming each other up in those icy clear waters. Then they'd found a spot on the rocks and gotten very intimate.
+He'd given her his contact numbers, but she'd been coy, saying only that she'd e-mail him. She never had, and all he had of her were the pictures. He'd never eve learned her name.
+""Of all your photos, these have always been my favorites,"" the young woman in his studio said.
+""Yeah, sure, right."" He'd never shown those photos to anyone. No doubt about it, this girl was crazy and trouble. He reached to his pocket for his phone, then froze. Wait. He glanced at the girl in the picture, then back at the woman who was now unbuttoning her jacket.
+It was almost the same face. Except for the eyes. The eyes brown as his own. Her coat slipped off. She was wearing nothing underneath, and her body was very much like that of the girl in the photo, there under the waterfall.
+""You conceived me on that day,"" she said, turning around. Her areolae were tight, the nipples erect. Her hands smoothed down her hips, sending his eyes down below, to a clean shaven pussy with a small barcode tattoo.
+** ** **
+** ** **
+[ **(Privates1stClass's finish)**](http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1093638)
+About half an hour later, Michelle called him back. She sounded confused.
+""Jake, the BMV says those license plates belong to you. I'd think you'd recognize your own plates.""
+""That's the thing, Michelle, those plates aren't on my car.""
+""What kind of car did you say it was?""
+""It's a late model tan Toyota Corolla, and my car is a silver Subaru.""
+""That's strange,"" Michelle said. ""Probably some BMV fuckup. You'd better contact them and get it straightened out before you get a parking ticket for a car you don't own.""
+""Well, thanks anyway,"" Jake said, scratching his head. ""Bye.""
+Jake went out to his garage and double-checked his license plates. They contained the same numbers as the one's in the photo.
+It had been a long day and he decided to go to bed. Perhaps he'd had one too many beers and his mind was playing tricks on him.
+The next morning, Jake went out on assignment with his camera again. Now that he was aware of the unknown woman's image in his photos, he looked for her in the crowd, but didn't see anyone in a red coat with dark hair the entire time he was out.
+When he reviewed the photos he'd taken on his digital camera, the unknown woman was on every one of them.
+""This is too damned weird,"" he told himself.
+Her image must have been added by the camera, but he couldn't imagine how something like that could happen. It was almost like an instant, automatic Photoshop modification was being applied to all his photos.
+Back at the office, he was pondering the strange transformation of his photos, when he happened to glance out the door and caught a fleeting glimpse of a woman in a red coat walking down the hall.
+He jumped out of his chair, ran to the door, and looked down the hall in the direction the woman was walking, but there was no one there.
+""I'm losing my fucking mind,"" Jake said to himself.
+It was lunch time and his friend, Bill, asked he'd like to join him for lunch. Bill drove to a local fast food restaurant, and as they were about to enter the front door, Jake saw a tan Toyota pull away from the drive-through. It had the same license plate number as the one on his car.
+Jake started running after the Toyota, but it had already turned down the street and sped away. He stopped and returned to the restaurant door.
+""What's gotten into you?"" Bill asked. He thought Jake looked like he'd just seen a ghost.
+""Oh, I thought it was someone I knew,"" Jake lied. By now, Jake's hands were trembling.
+They went back to the office after lunch and Jake couldn't get any work done, because he was constantly thinking about the woman in the red coat.
+Around 3 PM, the receptionist called Jake to come to her desk. She said he had two visitors. When Jake arrived at the receptionist's desk, he discovered his visitors were two police officers.
+""We need you to come with us,"" the first officer said. ""We're taking you downtown for questioning.""
+""Please tell me what this is about,"" Jake pleaded. ""I haven't done anything.""
+""You'll find out down at the station. Come with us.""
+Jake wondered what was going to happen to him as they drove downtown. At the station, Jake was introduced to a Detective Staunton and taken to a room for questioning.
+Detective Staunton got to the point. ""We've received a complaint from a woman who claims you've been stalking her. She got your license plate number and that led us to you. What do you have to say for yourself?""
+Jake felt like he'd been gored in the stomach by a charging bull.
+""This is getting more bizarre by the minute,"" he said. ""Look, I don't know what you're trying to pin on me, but I haven't been stalking anyone.""
+Telling the police that the woman in the red coat was in every one of his photos would surely prove that he really was stalking her, so he kept his mouth shut about his photos.
+""She says wherever she goes, you're there with your camera, taking pictures of her. She also gave us her schedule. I want you to tell me where you were on the following dates,"" Detective Staunton demanded. ""Where were you on the 15th?""
+Jake had to recall his schedule. ""Let's see, the 15th was a Monday. That Monday I was sent on assignment to the Rest Haven cemetery to take pictures of damage vandals had done to some of the headstones.""
+""Okay, were you at the 10K charity run on the 16th?""
+""Yes, but again I was on assignment with the paper.""
+""How about the summer festival on the 19th?""
+Jake thought about the date, ""Yes I think that was the date I was on assignment there, too.""
+""And the 20th, where were you?"" Detective Staunton asked.
+Jake replayed his schedule in his head for a few seconds. ""I was across town for the ribbon cutting at the new bridge.""
+""Does the name 'Annette Thompson' mean anything to you?"" Detective Staunton asked.
+""Yes. Why?""
+""She tells us that you were sexually involved with her several years ago, and that you fathered her child.""
+""Wait a minute. Yes, we had an affair, but she never had a baby. In fact, she died about four years ago of mysterious circumstances. You can find her headstone at Rest Haven.""
+After half an hour of additional questioning, Detective Staunton released Jake and had an officer drive him back to the newspaper.
+The next morning, Jake received a call from Detective Staunton. ""Well, Mr Robinson, it appears you're off the hook. It's strange, if I have to say so myself, but we've been unable to contact Ms Thompson at the number we were given. Your story checked out. Her file indicates she'd been poisoned and is buried at Rest Haven. Her murder is still a cold case.""
+""Thank God they don't know any more details,"" Jake thought to himself.
+""We appreciate your cooperation,"" Detective Staunton said, and hung up.
+After the phone call ended, Jake opened some of the photos he'd recently taken. The woman in the red coat was always too far away to be recognized immediately, but Jake zoomed in on several photos, and the woman looked like his former lover.
+Jake's phone rang; it was the receptionist. ""Jake, you have a call waiting on line three. It's from Annette Thompson.""
+** ** **
+** ** **
+[ **(NymphWriter's finish)**](http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1406376)
+Jake's phone rang a while later. ""Hello.""
+""Hey Jake,"" said Michelle. ""I got that answer for you. Those plates belong to a car that was stolen last month. You need to let the police know you saw it and where right away.""
+""Who's the owner?""
+""Fredrick Barnes. He runs a local chain of clothing stores.""
+""Huh, okay. I'll let the cops know I found the car.""
+""Why were you asking anyway? Were you in an accident or something?""
+""No,"" said Jake. ""It was just... something felt wrong.""
+""Good thing you listen to your gut.""
+""You know I always do. Thanks Michelle.""
+Jake hung up the phone but knew something wasn't right. He called the police and told them about the car he had photographed, claiming the driver didn't seem to fit the car. The officer thanked him and said he'd follow up on the tip.
+Jake thought about the pictures and the woman in the red coat. He went back through them again. She was very beautiful. She didn't strike him as a typical car thief. Something didn't sit right with him. He looked up the chain of clothing stores and found two near his home. With his camera in tow, he drove to the first one. A typical retail store with attractive sales girls and overpriced clothes. He asked about the owner and the manager said he was at the other store he was going to check out.
+Jake quickly left and drove to the store. There he saw Mr. Barnes dressing a dark haired mannequin in a red coat, just like the mysterious woman was wearing. Jake stared at the mannequin and realized she looked just like the woman in his photographs.
+""Beautiful isn't she,"" said Mr. Barnes.
+""Excuse me,"" said Jake.
+""The mannequin. She's beautiful. I know it's silly to use real mannequins that look like real women, but I find they just make the clothes look so much better.""
+""Oh yes, she is.""
+""So what can I do for you sir?""
+""I'm Jake Robinson. I was told your car had been stolen a while back.""
+""Why yes it had. How did you know that?""
+""Is this your car sir?"" asked Jake handing Mr. Barnes the photograph.
+Mr. Barnes smiled. ""Why yes it is."" He looked at his mannequin and smiled. ""You naughty girl. You took my car now didn't you.""
+""Excuse me?"" asked Jake.
+Mr. Barnes laughed. ""If I had know she had taken my car I would have never reported it to the police.""
+""Who?""
+""Angelica of course. Oh yes, Jake Robinson, this is Angelica. Angelica was my first mannequin, and she's by far, my favorite.""
+""Your saying your mannequin stole your car.""
+""Not stole, borrowed. And I'm sure she's not the only one using it. But the fact you got a picture of her is rather unique. Mind if I keep this one?""
+""Sure,"" said Jake even more confused than before.
+""You don't believe me, do you?""
+""Honestly, no. It sounds like an episode of 'The Twilight Zone'.""
+Mr. Barnes laughed. ""I'm sure it does. Let me explain if I can. Mannequins like Angelica were once everywhere. Every store had them. Then, someone decided the faceless forms were better. More generic. Mannequins like Angelica were destroyed or thrown in to the garbage without a care. I spent years finding as saving as many as I could. I use them all the time in my stores. My sales slowly started to grow. Then one night I was locked in my store doing my books when I heard a strange noise. It was then I saw it, my girls were alive. They were discussing ways to bring in more business. I may put Suzette or Angelica in a certain dress, and the next day they're wearing something else. My girls know what women want and what will look good on specific types of women.""
+""So you're saying they're alive?""
+""Exactly!""
+Jake shook his head. This was weirder than he expected. He looked up at the mannequin. She did resemble the woman from the photograph, but Jake thought it was just a coincidence. ""Well Mr. Barnes, I'm sorry to have bothered you.""
+""No bother. Come back anytime. I'm sure Angelica would like to see you again.""
+Jake smiled. ""Goodbye Mr. Barnes. Goodbye Angelica.""
+Jake kicked himself mentally all the way home. Why did he say goodbye to a mannequin? He arrived home and decided to check his job request sheet for next week. There was a Veteran's Day event, a store opening, and a children's book expo. He stared to fix himself dinner when a knock came to his door. Jake opened the door to see the dark haired woman in the red coat standing before him.
+""Hello Jake.""
+""Hello?""
+""Don't you recognize me? I'm Angelica.""
+""Are you real?""
+""I'm as real as you are Jake. May I come in?""
+Jake stepped back and she entered. She sat down on the couch. ""Why are you here?""
+""To ask you to not doubt me. I am what I am. And the fact that I chose you should tell you that you are special. To tell you that I want you to be mine. To help you find success as a photographer they way we all helped Mr. Barnes who saved our lives.""
+""And if I don't?""
+""Do you really wish to find out?""
+""Why me?""
+""Why not you?""
+Jake sighed. ""Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?""
+Angelica smiled. ""I want something more than food.""
+Jake smiled. ""I can fuck any girl I want. I'd like to get to know you a bit better first.""
+""Then that is what you shall have sir. And dinner does sound nice.""
+Jake proceeded into the kitchen to fix them something to eat.
+** ** **
+** ** **
+ _Would you like to participate in the next 'Finish This'? Please check out[this Literotica forum thread](http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=949933) to get in on the fun!!_"
+239,On the Bus,Selena_Kitt,Chain Stories,2006-11-14,2009-01-01,2022-01-08 03:53:07,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/on-the-bus-double-jeopardy,1. A brother and sister travel for Jeopardy tryouts. 2. Holly soothes a weary warrior on her travels.,"['Brother Sister', 'Brother Sister Incest', 'Brother Sister Twins', 'Brother/Sister', 'Bus', 'Incest', 'Jeopardy', 'Twin Incest', 'Twins']",4.44,"**_Author's Note: This story contains brother/sister incest. Enjoy!_**
+""Do you know why animal crackers have that little handle on top of the box?"" Danny asked, nudging his sister with his knee.
+""No,"" Emily sighed, putting her own book down and switching off her reading light, waiting. There was no use doing anything else—he was going to tell her, whether she wanted to know or not.
+""They were introduced in 1902 as a Christmas novelty and packaged so they could be hung from Christmas trees,"" he said, reading from the book in his lap.
+""How interesting,"" she commented, rolling her eyes. It had been like this all day, and now halfway into the night—a constant stream of interruptions with various bits of trivia. She hadn't even made it off the fourth page of her own book!
+""How many different animal shapes are there?"" he asked, cocking his head at her.
+""I don't know,"" she replied, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the seat, feeling the rolling wheels of the bus underneath them chewing up the miles between here and California. ""Twenty-seven?""
+""No!"" he scoffed. ""Eighteen—two bears, a bison, a camel, a cougar, an elephant, a giraffe, a gorilla, a hippopotamus, a hyena, a kangaroo, a lion, a monkey, a rhinoceros, a seal, a sheep, a tiger, and a zebra.""
+""Okay, seriously, Danny,"" she said, shaking her head but not opening her eyes. ""Alex Trebek is not going to ask you about animal crackers.""
+""You never know,"" he said, sounding hurt.
+""Yes, I do,"" she replied, ignoring the tone in his voice and pushing onward. ""Jeopardy asks questions about the periodic table and Queen Victoria, not snack foods.""
+""Fine."" He jerked himself toward the window. ""I'll just shut up and leave you alone.""
+Emily smiled, still not opening her eyes, breathing, ""Finally!""
+It was quiet only for a moment before he spoke up and asked, ""What does the chemical symbol Fe2O3 represent?""
+""Danny!"" she groaned, slapping her forehead. ""I have no idea! I'm not the Mensa member, here.""
+""Rust,"" he replied, looking smug. She hit him in the arm. ""Hey! I'm just trying to expand your horizons a little!""
+""I don't need my horizons expanded,"" she hissed, getting up and flouncing off to the bathroom. Emily splashed her face with water, pushing her dark blonde hair out of her face. Her eyes were blue and bright, like her brother's and her mother's, although their hair was dark. She had always been a tow- head—like her father.
+This is his fault, Emily thought, scrubbing her hands fiercely. If he hadn't ever moved out to California in the first place...
+She sighed, turning the hand dryer on. When she'd agreed to this cross-country trek to visit their father, mostly so her twin brother could to try out for Jeopardy now that they'd reached the eligible age of eighteen, she hadn't counted on having to listen to Danny ""practice"" for hours on end. She loved her brother—but come on! There was only so much trivia one person should be forced to listen to, wasn't there?
+He was turned toward the window when she got back, looking at something on his video Ipod. She flopped into her seat, digging through her backpack for her own Ipod.
+""I'm sorry,"" Danny apologized without looking up.
+She softened, hearing his hurt tone. ""It's okay... I'm just... you know, not looking forward to swallowing the whole Dad and his new wife and kids Happy Family Meal...""
+""Yeah,"" he agreed, rolling his eyes. ""No doubt.""
+""Damnit, I left my headphones in my suitcase,"" she sighed, tossing her Ipod back into her bag.
+""Do you want mine?"" Danny asked. ""I'm just reading...""
+""Reading? On your Ipod?"" Emily made a face. ""Don't you listen to music and watch videos like normal people?""
+""Just more research,"" he said with a shrug, not meeting her eyes.
+""I'm sorry, Dan,"" she apologized again, touching his arm. ""I didn't mean... what are you reading?""
+""Porn,"" he replied, still not looking at her.
+She laughed. ""Very funny.""
+""Well, it's not really..."" he admitted, giving her a sheepish grin. ""It's just an e-book of useless sexual trivia.""
+""More trivia, huh?"" she smiled, shaking her head.
+""It's interesting,"" he said. ""Did you know that the tapeworm has the most sexual organs of any living being?""
+""Oh gross,"" she groaned, hiding her face in her hands. ""Danny, please!""
+""Okay, okay,"" he grinned. ""How about this... How many orgasms do you think was the most ever recorded for a woman in 24 hours?""
+Emily cocked her head at him, frowning. ""I don't know... nine? Ten?""
+His smile grew. ""A hundred and thirty four.""
+Her eyes widened. ""Oh my god! I'd die!""
+""For guys it was only sixteen... although I swear I've beat that...""
+""Danny!"" Emily hissed his name, glancing around at the sleeping bus to see if anyone was listening.
+""How many for you?"" he asked, looking at her speculatively.
+""I don't know,"" she shrugged, biting her lower lip. She had the distinct feeling that she shouldn't be talking about this with her brother. ""Probably five... maybe six...""
+""Lightweight,"" he said with a wink. ""But you guys... or gals, I should say... get to have longer orgasms. A man's climax only lasts 10 seconds, tops... girls have had orgasms for nearly a minute...""
+Emily squirmed in her seat. ""Dan... let's change the subject...""
+""Why?"" he asked, giving her a sideways look. ""You want to talk about animal crackers some more?""
+""No!"" she protested. ""Ok, fine, tell me more sex trivia...""
+""There are only five calories in the typical male ejaculation,"" he told her.
+""Oh good god!"" she laughed. ""That's a good reason not to swallow!""
+""Eh, not really,"" he said. ""Sexual intercourse burns about three hundred and sixty calories.""
+""Well, at least I can say I'm multitasking...""
+""Did you know a woman's nipple can swell up to twenty five percent when she's aroused?""
+Emily flushed. ""Is that so?""
+""Well, that's what it says..."" Danny's eyes moved over the front of his sister's blouse. ""And this is kind of neat... there's a tribe on one of the Cook Islands where boys of a certain age are actually taught how to have sex... everything from intercourse to cunnilingus, and methods for delayed ejaculation...""
+""Like... hands on?"" Emily swallowed, wiggling in her seat.
+""I think so,"" he nodded. ""Which, when you think about it, could be really useful...""
+She nodded. ""I can see that... most of the guys I've been with...""
+When she trailed off, he glanced over at her. ""Yeah?""
+""Well... let's just say, they could have used some instructional techniques.""
+""Yeah,"" Danny sighed. ""I could have used some, too.""
+Emily looked at her brother, a little smile on her face. ""I bet you do alright.""
+""I'm a geek,"" he said, shrugging. ""Geeks don't get the girls, you know.""
+""Ha!"" she nudged him with her shoulder. ""What about that Sarah girl last year? I saw you guys in the pool that summer...""
+Danny flushed. ""Yeah? Well... you should have closed your bedroom door when you and Max were... ya know... getting busy...""
+Emily felt her face fill with heat. ""Dan! You didn't...""
+He shrugged, busily studying his Ipod.
+""I think we should try to get some sleep,"" Emily whispered, reaching up and turning off his reading light. The screen of the Ipod still glowed in the dark.
+Emily reached under her seat and grabbed the sleeping bag she had packed, snuggling underneath. The rocking of the bus, which should have lulled her off to sleep, seemed to vibrate through her body, making her feel on edge. Still, she gave it a valiant try, only succeeding in tossing and turning in her seat.
+""I can't sleep, either,"" Danny whispered in the dark, shifting in his seat.
+Emily sighed. ""Here, do you want covers?""
+Danny accepted the other half of the sleeping bag, pulling it over his shoulders. ""Are you thinking about dad?""
+""No,"" she admitted.
+""Me, either,"" he replied.
+There was a long silence as the bus traveled on in the dark. Someone coughed. Up front, another light turned off.
+""What were you thinking about?"" Emily whispered.
+There was another silence. Then, Danny said, ""You.""
+She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Part of her wanted to know—another part of her didn't. ""What about me?""
+""Remember that time when we all went camping in the mountains?""
+""Yeah."" Her memory tuned to it, as if finding the right frequency or channel. Ninety degrees in the shade and they were sleeping in one tent, while their parents shared the other. Both of them had slept naked on top of their sleeping bags in the dark, although Emily remembered being careful to get dressed before the sun rose.
+""It was so hot... remember?""
+She nodded and, although he couldn't see her in the dark, he somehow felt her assent.
+""There was one morning when you went down to the creek to take a bath... and I followed you...""
+""Danny..."" It should have come out as an admonishment, she meant it to, but instead it was just his name, almost tender on her lips.
+""I was just thinking..."" he whispered. ""I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful...""
+""That was before they got divorced,"" she said, touching his hand under the sleeping bag. ""Before everything changed...""
+""I know."" He squeezed her hand. ""I love you, Em.""
+""I love you, too,"" she said.
+""Come here."" He pushed up the seat divider and reached for her. Emily moved in to snuggle against him. It just felt right, somehow, in that moment. He held onto her, stroking her hair, and they both drifted off to the rocking motion of the bus.
+She dreamed about the mountains. Splashing naked in the creek, the cold water a shock to her body as she splayed herself against the smooth rocks on the riverbed. The rushing water flowed over her belly and breasts, and she spread her legs like she was fucking the whole world, letting the rushing foam pulse between her thighs.
+Had she known he was watching? In her dream, she knew. He was standing there, transfixed, looking at her like she was a goddess, and that's just what she felt like. Letting her long, blonde hair fan out in the water behind her, she gave herself over to it, to him, to everything, opening herself to the world.
+""Emy..."" It was a whisper, his pet name for her, leftover from when he couldn't quite say his L's.
+In her sleep, she shifted, the Birkenstocks she had worn in honor of their California trip left somewhere on the floor, her long skirt riding up her thighs as she snuggled closer to him in the dark.
+""Oh, god, Emy..."" His breath in her ear made her shiver, and she came out of her dream in a haze, finding herself curled around her brother, her breasts pressed against his side, her thighs over his.
+""Danny?"" she whispered, realizing she was practically sitting in his lap. His hand was resting on her knee, his other arm holding her close. He didn't answer her, and she gazed at his sleeping face, knowing he must be dreaming.
+She kissed his cheek, smiling, wondering what he was dreaming about. His expression was almost pained in the dim light, and he whispered her name again, shifting and pressing his hips up in his sleep. That's when she knew. He couldn't hide anything in the sweats he had worn for the long trip. When she felt his erection against her bare thigh, she gasped softly, her eyes widening.
+Emily flushed, moving slowly, trying to disentangle herself from him in the dark. He instinctively held onto her tighter, his hand sliding further up her leg, gripping her thigh. Her heart raced, and she didn't want to admit it, but there was a slow heat growing between her legs where the edge of his hand was resting. His face was buried in her hair, now, his breath hot against her ear, making that thick pulse between her thighs even more insistent.
+""You're so beautiful, Emy,"" he whispered, his lips moving over her cheek, and now the hand between her legs moved, too, fingers moving lightly over the damp crotch of her panties.
+""Danny,"" she whispered again, and for the second time today, words that should have been an admonishment came out as something else. It sounded like a plea. _Oh my god, what is he doing?_
+She shifted, trying to get away or get closer, she wasn't sure which, and he pulled her fully into his lap, settling her bottom against the saddle of his hips. She could feel his erection—my god, he felt huge, like steel heat against her behind. He cradled her like that, kissing her neck as his fingers edged aside the elastic edge of her panties.
+""We... Danny, we..."" Her whispered words were lost as his lips found hers. This was no brotherly kiss. His mouth was hot, slanting across hers, his tongue probing gently, like his fingers between her legs.
+Trembling, Emily tried to force herself to resist, to get up and run to the bathroom, and found that she couldn't. Maybe it was the way his finger began nudging the swollen bud of her clit, or the way his tongue flicked at hers, sending shivers down her spine.
+But that wasn't really it, and she knew it. It was the heat of his cock against her ass, how incredibly hard he was. He had been dreaming about her, she knew it, and the thought excited her. His fingers moved around her clit in lazy circles, and she spread her thighs a little, giving him more room.
+When she slid a hand down between them, pressing the head of his cock against his lower belly, Danny groaned softly, his breath hitching in his throat. It made him bolder, and his finger slipped down her smooth, shaved crevice, seeking entrance. Emily worked her fingers past the elastic edge of his sweats and under the top edge of his underwear, wanting to feel him. She had to feel how much he wanted her.
+""Oh god,"" she whispered against his cheek when his fingers slipped inside of her and he settled his thumb against her clit. ""Oh yes...""
+""Yes,"" he murmured, making a soft noise in his throat as she wiggled in his lap, her hand finally reaching its destination and squeezing the head of him. The shock of it in her grasp sent a jolt through her whole body—she was holding her brother's cock in her hand!
+His fingers began to move slowly in and out of her wetness, making a soft, squelching sound. Emily glanced around, worried that someone would hear or see, but the man across the aisle was snoring, his head propped on a pillow resting against the window. Danny's thumb rubbed over her clit as his fingers probed her flesh, making her rock in his lap.
+""Faster,"" she whispered in his ear, trying to grasp more of his cock, but the angle was too awkward. She had to satisfy herself with rubbing the wet head with her thumb.
+Danny began pistoning his fingers in and out of his sister's pussy, and she spread her thighs wider, her breath coming fast. Emily surprised them both when she untied the top of her peasant blouse, reaching in and unfastening her front hook bra, and presenting her brother with one pink-tipped breast.
+""Suck it."" Her voice was barely audible, but he didn't really need any instruction. His tongue made circles around the hardening flesh, and Emily let out a shaky breath as he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth.
+The added sensation threatened to send her careening over the edge, and she arched her back. Emily tried hard not to cry out as her brother's fingers, driving into her wet flesh, brought her to the brink of orgasm. She succeeded, for the most part, making a small, squeaking noise in her throat as she came, her whole body shuddering against him. Danny held her tight, one hand on her hip, the other bringing her off with such force she nearly bucked off his lap.
+""Danny,"" she gasped into his ear, and he kissed her, drawing her tongue deep into his mouth, his fingers still probing the sensitive flesh between her thighs.
+""Emy, I want you,"" he whispered, kissing her cheek, her neck, her chin. She bit her lip when his fingers slipped from between her legs, and watched, her eyes widening, as he licked them. ""God, you taste good.""
+In the wake of her orgasm, she had a moment to think clearly, and felt a flush of shame. This was her brother! Danny rubbed his wet fingers on the tip of her breast, making her shiver. His cock was still pressing up hard and insistent against her behind, and when she rubbed her thumb there, he made a low noise, his eyes closing for a moment.
+""Please, Em,"" he whispered, rubbing his finger over her mouth. ""I want you so much.""
+She had never been able to say no to him, and she couldn't start now. Emily kissed his palm, and then took one of his still sticky fingers into her mouth, sucking gently. She squirmed and adjusted for a moment, reaching under her long skirt and tugging off her wet panties. Part of her couldn't believe she was doing it, but another part of her wanted it beyond reason as she straddled him in the dark.
+""Is this what you want?"" Emily whispered into his ear, glancing again at the sleeping man across the aisle. He had shifted position, but was still snoring. Danny's fingers were fumbling with the front of her blouse, freeing both of her breasts to his gaze, and his touch.
+Danny just nodded, his thumbs flicking over her nipples, making her squirm in his lap. Emily reached down, tugging at the edges of his sweats, and he helped her, moving them down far enough to free his cock. It rose like an exclamation point against her belly, she could feel the heat of it against her mound.
+""Do you want to feel your cock inside of me?"" she whispered, meeting his eyes. They were full of a dark, hot lust. He nodded again, his breath coming a little faster as she reached down to stroke him against her pussy. He groaned softly when she rubbed the head up and down her slit, finally aiming him, and slowly beginning to settle herself down.
+""Ohhhh fuck,"" he whispered, his hands under her skirt, grabbing onto her bare hips. He pulled her in tight, and Emily watched the look of almost unbearable pleasure move over his face.
+Something occurred to her, and she asked, ""Have you ever fucked a girl before?"" She kept her mouth right near his ear, afraid someone might hear them if she raised her voice above a whisper.
+He shook his head, his breath short and his hands moving over the smooth, rounded globes of her ass, his hips already thrusting slowly against hers. The shock of his response made Emily dizzy with lust, and she squeezed her pussy around him, like a reward, making his fingers dig deep into the flesh of her behind.
+""Come on, Danny,"" she murmured, rhythmically squeezing him, now. ""Fuck me.""
+He groaned softly at her words, rocking his hips up to meet her. She knew it wouldn't be long, but it didn't matter—just knowing that she was the first girl her brother had ever fucked had already sent her teetering toward that edge. His movements were awkward, and she took over, rolling her hips on him, using the wet heat of her pussy to pleasure the head of his cock that was now buried deep inside of her.
+""That's it, baby,"" she crooned softly, feeling the gentle tug in her lower belly beginning. ""Fuck me good... fuck your sister's tight little pussy 'til she comes all over your hard cock.""
+""Oh yeah,"" he growled into her ear, thrusting up hard into her wetness, the tight heat of her pussy beginning to spasm with her climax. ""Oh, Emy, I'm gonna cum!""
+The sound of her pet name in his mouth, the baby name he'd always used, while her brother's cock exploded inside of her, made Emily cum even harder. She arched her back, taking all of him, feeling the thick, incredible bursts of heat in her belly as he filled her with his cum.
+Still trembling and breathless, they snuggled close, pulling the sleeping bag fully around them as the bus rumbled on in the darkness.
+Emily kissed her brother's cheek, pushing a curl off his forehead. ""Wanna tell me some more trivia? Practice for Jeopardy?""
+Danny's eyes were closed, but he smiled. ""I think I've found something I like practicing more.""
+
+"
+240,On the Bus,RedHairedandFriendly,Chain Stories,2006-05-17,2012-01-30,2022-01-08 03:53:11,3,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/on-the-bus-naughty-whispers,1. She offers to listen to him talk & is surprised. 2. Two ladies put on a show for a Cowboy. 3. Brad & Brenda enjoy a quick fuck in this stroke story.,"['Bus Trip', 'Cafe Agreement', 'Cross Country Road Trip', 'Exhibitionist Voyeur', 'Public Transportation', 'Reluctance', 'Stranger Gives Orgasm', 'Talking For Food']",4.06,"**Chapter 1: Naughty Whispers**
+Chartreuse Collins looked out the window of the bus, she was thrilled they were stopping though she had very little money to get anything to eat she was still glad to be getting off the damn thing. She moved behind the other passengers until she was finally in the cool air and warm sun. Her eyes squinted against the invasion of brightness compared to the contrasting dimness of the bus interior. She pushed back the black curls that had escaped her ponytail and headed to the diner were many other passengers were going. Perhaps if she looked pitiful enough, someone would buy her a slice of pie.
+The bell of the diner chimed as she slipped inside and found a place at the counter to sit. Her fingers dug into her pocket and she pulled out three quarters, a dime, and a nickel. She curled up her face and pushed it to the front of the counter and left it there. Eventually the money disappeared and a cup of steaming coffee was in its place. She sipped on it, added sugar and then cream before taking a look around and checking out any customers or bus passengers that would fit the ""Good Samaritan"" clause she remembered from her Bible School days.
+Her eyes settled on the older man that had gotten off the bus before her. She hadn't spoken to him, then again she'd not spoken to anyone. Now she thought of what she could say to ease him into a friendly conversation, which of course would lead her to some money, in turn getting her some food.
+With a determined stare she focused her blue eyes on the mop of gray hair, took a deep breath and with coffee in hand, headed over to make a new friend.
+""Hi,"" Chartreuse said with a perky lift to her voice. She waited to be acknowledged before sliding into the booth. Her eyes continued to stare him down and when he moved over and handed her the menu she grinned even more. ""Thanks,"" she said.
+""They'll be retribution,"" he told her quietly.
+""Oh?"" she asked. Her gaze traveled over him and she smirked. ""Kinky guy are ya?""
+She was surprised by the rolling eyes he directed at her. ""No,"" he answered. ""Just company for the trip. I get lonely and enjoy conversation. This is a long bus ride and well. . .I tend to ramble and it would be nice to ramble to someone besides myself.""
+Chartreuse cocked a brow, but said nothing else. She studied the menu and when the waitress came over she gave her order and turned in her seat to begin her ""job.""
+""So tell me, boss. . .what's your name?"" She sipped her coffee and followed his gaze. His eyes seemed focused on her hands and she felt subconscious, as she looked at her stubby fingernails and chipped polish. Her hands fell to her lap and she waited for him to speak.
+""Gabe,"" he said. He too was drinking coffee, black with no sugar or other additives. She grimaced her nose at the scent, but said nothing of it. She liked her drinks so sweet she couldn't taste the vile coffee bean, that was crushed into powder and camouflaged into something barely consumable by man or beast.
+""Nice to meet you Gabe."" She stuck out her hand and waited for him to take it. When he didn't, she sighed and slipped it back down to her lap. ""I'm Chartreuse.""
+She had gotten many reactions when people heard her name. Most laughed. Some asked if her parents' had been high when they named her. Some asked her to spell it or say it again slower so they could better pronounce it, but Gabe did none of those things. He just looked at her and shrugged his shoulders.
+""You know for a man that likes to talk you aren't doing it much,"" she said.
+""I like to ramble. Right now there is nothing to ramble about,"" he told her.
+The food arrived and Chartreuse heard her stomach roll from the aroma of greasy fries and meaty burgers. She was about to dig in when Gabe pushed it away. ""She'll have a salad, roll, and soup. No dressing or butter,"" he told the server.
+Her shoulders slumped and she stared at him, then her food as she watched it be swept away and carried off. ""What the fuck?"" she growled. She stood up to leave, but felt a strong grip on her arm.
+""Sit down,"" Gabe told her.
+The sparks in her eyes danced and she sat down only to pout until the food he'd ordered her was delivered. She said nothing to him or the waitress, but ate quietly until it was time to go. They boarded the bus, Gabe following her and then having her sit next to the window. He took the seat beside her and placed his hand on the arm rest between them.
+""Chartreuse is an interesting name,"" he said. ""There is probably a story behind it and someday perhaps you'll tell it to me.""
+""I doubt it,"" she muttered under her breath.
+She heard him laugh, but she stared blankly out the window, refusing to acknowledge him. The bus rolled onward and as it did, the sun disappeared and darkness filled the space that surrounded them. Gabe had rambled during the bus trip and as night fell. Eventually Chartreuse was feeling her eyes close and she'd jerk her head up to bring herself back to focus. It was during one of those times she felt a hand brush her thigh.
+""Shhh... go back to sleep, its just me,"" the voice whispered.
+""I thought,"" she moaned softly as she felt the strong fingers massage circles into her thigh.
+""It feels nice, doesn't it?"" he asked.
+""Yes, you do that very well,"" she hissed low. ""But people,"" her voice faded off.
+""It's too dark for them to see. I do other things well,"" he whispered. His hand traveled further and he parted her legs with his arm. ""Open up for me,"" he told her.
+She did. Her body was relaxed and she felt the rolling of the bus under her as his hand moved over her soft panties. Chartreuse could have stopped him, but she wasn't sure how he'd react. Would he demand money for the food? Would he be willing to continue to feed her if she gave in? She didn't know what he'd do. The biggest question though was did she want him to stop. He was different somehow, he seemed stronger and more alive. His movements were sure and steady. Even his voice was thicker now that passion ruled it.
+""Nice,"" he whispered against her ear. His lips pressed a kiss under her ear lobe and she gasped, then coughed to cover up the aroused moan that threatened to escape. ""Shhh... baby girl. I want you to open up for me...more.""
+""Oh God,"" she answered, her voice barely audible.
+She felt his fingers sweep her panties to the side and the cool rush of air mingling with the heat of his touch brought a shiver to her spine. Her body shifted on the seat and she lifted one of her hands from the arm rest and slipped it to the hem of her skirt. Carefully, scared that just the brush of fabric would stir suspicion, she pushed her skirt up higher on her thigh.
+When he captured her clit with his thumb and finger her hips rose from the chair. He chuckled softly and slid his tongue over the curve of her ear. ""You're a slippy one, aren't you?""
+""Mmm..."" she agreed. Her tongue snaked out and she licked her lips. ""More,"" she whispered.
+Chartreuse sensed his wicked grin. She kept her eyes closed as he began to rub the strip of flesh between the two digits while the others that accompanied his hand, massaged the thick folds of her sex. The heady fragrance filled her senses and she thought, ""How could someone not smell me?""
+He turned in his seat and raised the arm rest with his free hand and she could feel him turning toward her. The new position forced him to leave her clit, but allowed him access to her sweet hole, an opening he took and plundered with great delight. Chartreuse growled, but the sound was muffled when his mouth captured hers. He rammed his tongue into her as his fingers began the same rhythmic assault on her cunt.
+""Fuck,"" she hissed when he finally released her mouth and allowed her to draw in a deep gulp of air. She wondered if she'd been to loud, but all she heard was a cough from somewhere off to her right. ""Harder,"" she whispered.
+She felt the additional insertion of a third finger and her body clamped around the invading force. Her pussy was not strong enough to keep him there. As he pulled out his nails scrapped the fleshy, juice covered walls until they were almost free of her welcoming home, then he impaled her again. Chartreuse rode the fingers that threatened to consume her, as she did she relished in the knowledge she would be rewarded this great pleasure as payment for listening to an old man ramble.
+The fourth finger was added and she almost screamed. Inside she was. In her head she was violently swearing and insisting he fuck her hard and tear her open. She wanted to come and she wanted to feel his cock making her take every inch. She wondered what he'd feel like inside her and she pictured riding the old man's cock until he was gasping for breath and begging her to stop.
+As he forced her pussy to accept his fingers she felt the edge of the cliff and grabbed his head. ""Oh fuck,"" she hissed into his ear. ""I'm coming.""
+He smiled against her black hair and told her to do it.
+She did.
+Her pussy erupted and come flowed hot like lave down her used cunt. The sweet nectar escaped the thoroughly fucked lips and down her shaky thighs. Her fingers clenched the fabric of her skirt and the fabric of his trousers. Stars flashed behind her clenched lids as he continued to plunge his fingers in and out, coaxing mini-climaxes from deep within her.
+""Oh God "" she whimpered into the fabric of his shirt as she rode out the shivers and shakes. He chuckled softly and eased his hand from her.
+""You're on the bus the whole way right?"" he whispered into her ear. He pulled his fingers free and ran them over her lips. She cleaned them, refusing to meet his stare, but instead choosing to keep her eyes closed and bask in the feeling of her fucked body.
+""Good. I better go, before the old man gets back from the john,"" the voice told her.
+By the time his words registered her passion sedated mind he was gone. Chartreuse sat up and looked around. Her eyes were wide and she reached up to turn on the overhead light that soon was illuminating her seat. Growls and complaints reached her ears and she immediately shut the light back off. She'd glanced around, but she had no clue who had been in the seat next to her. A minute later Gabe returned and she studied his silhouette. ""Where were you?"" she asked.
+""The john. You fell asleep, but you're awake now. . .so do you need me to talk you into a quiet slumber again?"" he asked.
+""No,"" she whispered. ""When are you getting off the bus?"" she asked.
+""Next stops mine, but I'll leave you some cash. I don't want you selling yourself for food, okay.""
+She eyed him more closely. ""You were really in the bathroom the whole time?"" she asked.
+""Yes. That happens when you get to be my age. Sorry if I scared you by being gone,"" he answered.
+""No . . . it's nothing . . . guess I was dreaming,"" she whispered.
+""Girl, from the scent of things, it was some dream. Go to sleep,"" he ordered before reclining his chair and falling into a snoring slumber.
+Chartreuse looked around and though she couldn't see his eyes she could feel them. Now the question that plagued her mind was, ""Who was he?""
+
+"
+241,On the Bus: A Packet of Photographs,Cinner,Chain Stories,2012-09-17,2012-09-17,2022-01-08 03:53:05,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/on-the-bus-a-packet-of-photographs,"Life imitates art, and a girl finds courage.","['18-Year-Old', 'Bus Trip', 'Coming Of Age', 'Growing Up', 'Hollywood', 'Romance', 'Sexual Fantasy', 'Voyeurism', 'Younger Woman']",3.81,"""I don't have to ask, do I?"" I hear the driver say.
+They just get up and go without a fuss. I can't explain it, but I have mixed feelings about that.
+We had all just watched them. We had just seen this couple make out on the bus right in front of us! I think that we were still very shocked; I know I was! I think that it was because of my own reluctant arousal, and the fact that I was watching them as they capered along the side walk laughing at their daring naughtiness and the reaction that it caused, that I did not realise that the woman sitting next to me had also got off behind them.
+I swear to you that I tried to call out to her. I tried to be a good neighbour, but the tide of events proved too strong for me.
+""Miss!"" I had shouted instinctively.
+I hadn't intended to do so, and everyone turned to look at me now. I was very embarrassed. It was as if that sexy couple's misdeeds had been transferred to me! I couldn't stand it. I sat still and said nothing. I am not proud of myself. I seldom am.
+I look at the envelope in my hand and shrug. I wish that I were braver. I wish that I were more like that girl who just left the bus with her boyfriend, or like that punk couple who had got off at our last food stop. I know that that cowboy hadn't even seen me sitting there when he went to those two girls: Becky and her friend, as we waited for the new bus to arrive when we got that flat; nor had that woman who went down on the soldier in the dark last night! I saw them as I walked to the toilet at the back. They did not see me. For some reason, no one ever sees me. I'm just one of the faceless, ordinary, mousy people who walk the Earth. People keep telling me that I have star quality, but I honestly don't know what they're talking about. I just can't see it, but I'm hoping to be discovered in Hollywood. I'm going to be the next 18-year old starlet to come up out of nowhere and set the place alight.
+As I think that I feel a sense of self-mocking. Who am I kidding? It was a very big thing for me to change seats when that punk couple left. I celebrated it as a sign that I was becoming more of a woman and less of a timid child. For a time, I had been forced to sit next to a woman who stank of stale sweat and urine. It was hard; but then, my life has always been hard; but I am going to change that! This is why I am here on this bus. I am making a bid for freedom; for something new. Everybody has a story, right? Maybe I will make a great actress after all.
+Now, don't misunderstand me, I'm not saying that I want to have sex with anyone on this bus. That would be a bit too new for me and it's unlikely to happen since I've never had sex with anybody before. Before this trip I hadn't even noticed that these things happened on buses. If I were a different type of person I would say that I ought to travel more to see the sights, but I'm not even someone who could make a joke like that stick. No doubt everyone would laugh, but I'm not sure that it would be at the joke.
+For a moment I feel another flash of self-doubt. How can someone like me make it in Hollywood where so many others have failed? What if some casting director asks me to have sex with him! I try to stamp down on my rising nausea. Suddenly this does not seem like such a good Plan J. Plans A through I have already failed, or been rejected, and all I have to hold on to is the fact that I'm good at making alternative plans and that I came fourth runner- up in the Miss Burnt Savannah Beauty Pageant. My talent was to act out a small scene from South Pacific. I did the song, the dance and delivered all the lines. I entered that contest on a dare and it has turned out to be the biggest thing that I've ever done in my life. Still, how much is there to do in a town with only three thousand people? How does one move from Burnt Savannah to Hollywood? Will any of my mother's advice be relevant there?
+My panic rises again! This world is bigger than I thought. What am I doing on this bus! I have $1,500 and two bags with my clothes and all that I possess in this life. This is all I have to launch a new life. I need to land on my feet. I need to learn quickly. I need a job and a place to stay. What if I can't manage any of that? What if I lose all my things like that woman just lost this envelope?
+I try to distract myself by looking again at the envelope and deciding that I will give it to the driver at our next stop. Hopefully the Heavens will smile at my kindness. If my former neighbour wants it back I suppose that she can call the bus company and ask for it. They can then simply find the driver of her bus and he will tell them who to ask in 'Lost and Found'. It was a simple plan and I've learned that those have the most chance of success. Strike two for this trip to the West Coast!
+The envelope contains a set of photographs, not money, thank God; since I don't want anyone to think that I am returning money after a stab of conscience, or that there was more there than I have actually returned. I glance at the first photograph and my eyes open wide! Just seeing it has got me excited! My breathing becomes shallow, my clit and my heart pounds. I realise for the first time how much all this sex taking place around me in the bus has affected me. So, this is what arousal feels like! I take careful note of how I feel and what I do. Who knows, I may be asked to play a sex scene someday.
+I wait until I calm down a little before looking at the photograph again. I imagine myself as being the woman in the photograph. I see myself as being the woman making love right now to the faceless man who is so clearly powerful and strong. His face is turned away from me in the photograph, but I look at his muscles as he holds his body aloft in a push up, and can almost feel him hovering over me, looking at my face as I lie there naked on my back, waiting to receive him.
+I look around to see if anyone else has noticed the subject matter on the photograph. That seems not to be the case, and I angle my body with my back pressed against the window to protect my privacy as I look at the second photograph. It shows the same woman as the first shot. This time though, she is kneeling with her hands tied to a pole. She looks frightened. She is completely nude. I look at the round curve of her ass and at her flat stomach and at the perky heft of her full breasts and I wish that I were her.
+There is no one else in the frame and I wonder if it was the same man from the first photograph who had tied her to the post. I wonder if this is a real photograph or if this is something staged for some reason. It occurs to me that I should probably tell the driver now to call the police, but I think that it would probably be impossible to tell who this woman is and where this is happening. On tv the FBI investigators would know what to do.
+The third photograph has the woman bent over a table. There is an older woman in the photograph holding a cane! It is obvious that she is going to cane that beautiful ass. I feel righteous by focusing on the older woman for a moment. I tell myself that I am not just looking at dirty photographs and fantasizing about being the woman in them. I convince myself that I am doing investigative work to help to rescue her. I am trying to see if there is any clue to her whereabouts. I wonder if the man is watching. I hope that he is!
+I brush this stray thought aside and look again at the older woman. She seems familiar and I try to think who she might be. I try to remember the woman who dropped the envelope in the first place. She was middle-aged too. It is all that I can remember, and it occurs to me how easy it is to be faceless. I have treated this woman in the same way that others have treated me. I realise that the only reason that I have noticed anyone else in the bus is that he or she did something to stand out. This is true even though I had promised myself that I was going to watch people to learn how they acted in different situations. I need to do this in case I get my lucky break in Hollywood sooner than my mother expects. In truth, the people whom I remember really were the ones doing something exceptional; making love in a public space yes, but at least they were different. I commend myself for learning this lesson. I celebrate it as a life accomplishment that I realise this truth on my own.
+I move on to the next photograph, because I realise that, in truth I cannot identify the woman who sat next to me in the bus. I hope that something in one of these photographs will jog my memory. The woman and the man are making love now. I don't know if that's what you'd call what they're doing. I just know that the man is on top of her and that he seems to be drilling into her. Her face looks pained.
+I wonder idly if the photos are supposed to be viewed in a specific sequence. I brush this thought away annoyed with myself. I'm sorry to realise that I can be so voyeuristic but the truth is that these photographs are really erotic. I wonder how I will tell the bus driver about my findings. I can just see myself handing him the envelope and telling him that someone dropped it and that I don't know whose it is. I see myself not being able to meet his eyes. I see him looking at me suspiciously and then looking at the photographs. He will know immediately that I have looked at them also. He will know that I see myself as that woman. He will see himself as that man! He will know that I find the thought of having my buttocks spanked exciting. He will suspect how much I need it! It wasn't until I saw these photographs that I realised how urgent that yearning could be. I long for some relief, but that is impossible so I just lie back and close my eyes and imagine what it would be like if I really were that woman.
+I call the man in the photograph, 'Lee'; and he refuses to call me anything but 'Katherine'. I would guess that he is about 15 years older than I am and strict, but he sees something in me. My fresh-faced, country-girl innocence haunts him. His jaded, cosmopolitan life filled with polo ponies and boating needs me. I am the woman he wants, the one he trusts to see his dark side. I am his muse.
+I feel myself smile at this thought and I contemplate not giving the packet of photographs back after all. I am frightened. I realise that I cannot leave this poor woman to this fate if she is in genuine danger! I cannot do that! Maybe I could just give it to him when we got to the terminus and then slip away and lose myself in the crowd.
+In the next photograph Lee has crawled between my legs and is licking me awake. I smile as he fingers me in a moment that is forever captured on celluloid. I see myself stirring, awakening from a dream of this sensation between my legs. I see myself spreading my legs as wide as the bed and allowing him to slowly eat me.
+He listens for my breathing to grow. He watches my belly rise and fall slowly. I've always found it hard to pretend to sleep, so this exercise is good practice I tell myself. Eventually, Lee watches my breasts sway from side to side as my body stretches. I try not to run my hands along my body; this is not a showcase. I see his nostrils flare a he drinks in my beauty and the scent of my arousal.
+I find that I disappear into fantasy surrounding all the photographs, but my favourite ones are two that I saw somewhere in the middle of the stack and the one that I saw somewhere near the end. They are surprisingly serene and romantic. In the first one Lee and I appear to be dancing. Lee is caressing my body. I am wrapped in a full embrace in which he is standing behind me. His erection is visible and poking me in the crack of my ass. He has reached around me and firmly grasped my breasts. His face is slightly snuggled in my neck. My face is turned away a little, to give him room. The smiles on both our faces confirm that this is a moment of love. I let him squeeze me here and there, touching this spot and warm that. I sway and wiggle against him. He speaks quietly and encouragingly to me. He tells me that I am sexy and beautiful and talented and smart.
+I wake up with a start. The last thing that I remember was a dreamy image of Lee and me dancing. I obviously dozed off. I know that I dreamed about us riding in a car. He drove. He was badly distracted by me. I wore a wildly colourful print dress, heels and a straw hat. We drove to a large meadow with a picturesque pond. There were horses there.
+Lee made me slip out of my dress slowly. He stepped behind me and released the hook on my bra before removing it himself. I shimmied out of my panties. He spread me on the grass and teased me to no end with my legs spread. It is flattering that he is always inviting himself between my legs. I want him to eat me out, to stop along the side of the road and kiss me and kiss and lick his way down my body. He takes an hour to suck nipples while frigging my cunt and driving me to distraction. Finally, he takes his fingers out of my cunt and licks me all the way to my climax. I scream my pleasure, but no one hears me in the middle of that meadow!
+In the other picture that I really like Lee is kneeling on the bed beside me. He is soothing me with a massage. His fingers are strong as he presses little indentations into the slight padding on my body. I have never had a massage before, but I know what it feels like to rub away a kink. It hurts! Lee somehow doesn't hurt me. We seal our moment with a long, lingering kiss. Tongue to tongue. I relax my body against the bed and he slips to lie on top of me. Again, his dick nestles against the crack of my ass. I smile. I tell him that I love him. I tell him that he is the magic wand that I wave to make all my loneliness, and distress about moving into the big world, go away.
+In an instant, I know that the woman in the photographs is not really being hurt, and that I will not be returning these pictures after all. They are the lucky charms that I have found on this long bus trip. I count them carefully. There are twenty-four ways in which I see myself as being both capable and beautiful. I will never ever let them go again. I tuck them back into the envelope and push them into a safe place in my knapsack."
+242,On the Bus: Busted,Kaishaku,Chain Stories,2011-03-05,2011-03-05,2022-01-08 03:53:06,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/on-the-bus-busted,Johnny watched her head bobbing in his lap.,[''],3.34,"It was late and it was all Johnny could do to keep from dozing off in the darkness at the back of the bus. He'd only been riding for a few hours but it already felt like days. Normally he would have just made himself as comfortable as he could and drifted off to sleep, but tonight he forced himself to stay awake.
+He had to stay awake, he had money riding on it. Yes, in a moment of apparent weakness, he made, for him, a sizable investment, one that promised to payoff in the not to distant future. Now, he sat waiting, forcing himself to stay awake as he waited for his investment to pan out.
+So when he plopped the twenty dollars into the woman's grimy hand, he was a bit distracted by her large breasts, so distracted he really didn't think everything through. Now, as he watched her unbutton her blouse and rub those enormous breasts over a man's hard cock, he began to question the logic of his investment.
+Squinting his eyes, he watched in silence while the woman cupped each of her breasts and working them over the man's cock. Of course to watch, he had to lean forward, bracing his head against the seat in front of him. He had to do this because the two other men sitting between him and the mini sex show were leaning forward to get a better view too.
+The two men watching the show, as the woman now eased her face down into the man's lap, were in line, in line in front of Johnny. Yes, while riding in the back of the bus, he was also the caboose in a four man long blow job train. Sizing up three men ahead of him in line, he wished he had a condom or two.
+He had considered giving the whole thing up, but he'd already invested his money and some of his time, so he really didn't want to walk away. Besides, watching the enthusiasm as the woman's head bobbed up and down and the way the man moaned and moved, he figured this was going to be worth the wait.
+Johnny reached down and adjusted his erection just as the first man moaned loudly, lifted his ass up from the seat and obviously came. He then flopped back down into his seat with the woman still firmly attached to him as she sucked and swallowed.
+Looking around the bus to see if anyone had awakened and noticed the commotion in the back, but it seemed everyone was asleep, everyone except the bus driver, the woman with the breasts and the four men riding her blow job train. Actually, the first man had curled up in the corner and may well have already drifted to sleep.
+The woman settled in front of the next man in line, kneeling on the floor between his open legs. Johnny had a little better view this time so, after shaking his head and rubbing his hand over his face to wake himself up, he watched intently as the woman ran her breasts over the man's cock. Instead of letting the soft, flabby skin wrap around the cock, this time she ran her nipples over and around the head of the man's cock, letting the clear fluid oozing from him run down onto her stomach.
+Johnny then watched as the woman backed up a bit and then dipped her head down, touching her tongue to the tiny opening in the cock. She licked up the precum and then dove in, taking his cock deep into her mouth. The man, obviously enjoying what she was doing with her mouth and tongue, immediately began lifting his ass from the seat, pushing himself into her mouth.
+""Damn, I wish he'd hurry up,"" Johnny whispered to the man next to him.
+""He's drunk, but it shouldn't be much longer now,"" the man replied.
+Just as he finished talking they both watched as the man reached down, plunged his fingers into the woman's greasy hair and pulled her tight to him. She firmly pushed away, took a deep breath and then took him back into her mouth. Johnny and his neighbor watched as her cheeks bulged and then pulled tight as she took the man's cum and then swallowed.
+Johnny then moved back against the bus window as the woman eased herself between the legs of the man next to him. The man pulled out a huge cock, huge enough to elicit a response from the woman who whispered, ""Ah, mass grande. Esta bien.""
+Once again she worked the magic with her breasts, sliding them up and down the long, thick shaft. After a few moments Johnny watched her open and close her mouth a few times and then, open wide as she lowered her lips down over the huge, purple head of his cock. It was pretty amazing watching how her cheeks bulged each time his cock pushed into her mouth.
+Fortunately for Johnny, it went quickly and in just a few moments the man next to him moaned, pumped his hips up and down a few times and came, spurting copious amounts of cum into the woman's mouth. Between the size of his cock and the amount of cum he spurted, the woman couldn't get it all swallowed and a white stream of glistening cum drooled from her lips and dripped onto the floor of the bus.
+The woman merely smiled, wiped her cheek with her palm and then moved over between Johnny's legs. Focusing on her face, he could see the wrinkles he hadn't noticed when he first made his deal with the woman. Glancing down at her breasts he noticed the dark blue veins running over them and saw they sagged down nearly to her belly button.
+Fuck, she must have been sixty, seventy years old at least, but once her mouth clamped down over his cock the suction and motion of her tongue convinced Johnny that this was going to be something memorable. He relaxed, closed his eyes and pictured a woman thirty or forty years younger as he gave himself up to the sensation.
+He wasn't sure if it was the intense suction she maintained the whole time or the way her tongue toyed and danced over his cock, but wow, it was the most intense feeling he'd ever experienced anywhere on his body. No wonder even the drunk guy didn't really take all that long, this woman was simply incredible.
+Johnny had no sooner begun to relax and he felt the pressure building in his balls. Pleasure then shot down the length of his shaft and he came, spurting his cum into the old woman's mouth again and again. She expertly sucked every last drop from him and then swallowed.
+Just as the woman stood up from Johnny and moved into the seat in front of him, he noticed the bus slowly down. Looking out the window he didn't see anything that looked like a rest stop or gas station, they seemed to be in the middle of nowhere.
+Suddenly, two men, who had appeared to be sleeping stood up and turned to the four men in the back seat of the bus. Both suddenly held very large guns and shouted, ""Hand's in the air.""
+One of the men looked over to the woman who had just finished giving Johnny a mind blowing blow job and said, ""Thank you Maria, you can go now.""
+The woman stood up and slowly made her way toward the front of the bus while one of the men with the guns said, ""Gentlemen, I'm sorry for ruining what must have been an enjoyable evening, but you are all under arrest for solicitation of prostitution. Now please stand up one by one and let Officer Johnson secure your hands, yes, please lower them and hold them behind your backs.""
+Johnny complied and then followed the train of men up the aisle of the bus. As he walked he tried to hide his face, but it was difficult with his arms fastened behind his back. He just stared at the floor and followed the men as they climbed down out of the bus and into an awaiting van.
+Johnny climbed into the van and watched through the window as the police handed the woman, who had so expertly sucked him off, a piece of paper. She folded it, slipped it into her blouse between her huge breasts and then climbed onto the bus. After the door closed, the bus pulled away and disappeared down the highway."
+243,On the Bus: Excuse Me,Tara Cox,Chain Stories,2014-11-19,2014-11-19,2022-01-08 03:53:08,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/on-the-bus-excuse-me,A runaway with choices to make.,['Non-Erotic'],3.8,"Jamie slid quietly down the too narrow aisle. ""Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me,"" was her mantra as she went. The bus was packed and for a moment she feared she would not find a seat at all. Tears sprang to her eyes at the possibility of having to take the next one. She wanted out of this place now. No, she needed out of here. Desperation ate at her gut. A lifetime of trying to please everyone hung over her shoulders like the world settling on Atlas's broad shoulders.
+Just when she was about to give up, she saw it. A window seat near the rear of the bus. But the old woman there had placed her huge bag of knitting on the seat. Jamie inhaled and stiffened her spine. A lifetime of training told her, 'respect your elders,' but desperation drove her forward. ""Excuse me, but is this seat taken?"" she smiled, trying her best to straddle the line and accomplish both things.
+The old woman looked up at her and she froze. That thinning crown of almost white curls. Those dull, but piercing blue eyes. The wrinkled and paper thin skin that hung loosely from frail bones. This woman reminded her so very much of Nanny. But she had been dead for close to two years now. Two long and confusing years. The woman's only answer was t lift the bag of yarn onto her lap.
+A skein of pink thread rolled under the seat next to her. Jamie bent to retrieve it. When she rose, Jamie stared into the leering face of a man in his middle years. He was unkempt and held a brown paper bag wrapped tightly around a glass bottle. She shuddered with revulsion as his alcohol drugged eyes undressed her.
+Jamie clutched the yarn tightly and held it out for the older woman. She took it with knurled fingers, twisted with arthritis. Jamie scooted past her into the seat. She did not have a bag to store overhead. She had left much too quickly for that. Jamie was a runaway.
+At twenty-five though, she was anything but your typical one. She had a bank card that would give her access to a couple of thousand dollars that she had been saving up. She even had one credit card that she could use in an emergency. And she knew that her skills as a waitress/hostess would land her a job. Wherever she landed.
+But that was the biggest question...where was she going? She had purchased a ticket for the end of line. The big city. But Jamie doubted that she would like it. Her few visits to major cities had taught her that they were not for her. She figured that there would be dozens of little towns between here and there. She was certain that one of those would appeal to her, maybe even have a 'Help Wanted' sign hung in the window of the local dinner. That was what she was looking for. A fresh start. It was what all runaways were looking for, she supposed.
+Just that her reason was so very different from others. She was running away not because her life was so horrible but because it was too good. A solid family with loving parents that had been married for thirty-five years. Two older brothers that adored her and had protected her her entire life. Aunts, uncles and cousins galore. A boring but decent job that she had had since high school. And a fiancée that would wonder where she was when she did not show up at the church tomorrow.
+Jason would be devastated. Hell, he might already be frantic with worry. If any of her drunk cousins and girl friends from high school had noticed that she had snuck off from the group that is. But as drunk as they were that was probably unlikely. She had only been gone a little more than an hour.
+She sighed as the darkness outside seemed to sneak into the bus itself. What was she doing here? Why was she running away? Why really?
+So while all her cousins and friends were tossing back shot after after of tequila and talking loudly about past lovers, Jamie had realized that Jason was her only lover. Her boyfriend since junior high school. She had always thought that was a good thing. Until she heard story after story of sexual exploits from these women that both sickened her and made her more than a bit envious.
+Her life had paled in comparison. Same town. Same job. Same boyfriend. It had all seemed to be closing in around her. In panic she had realized that when she walked down that aisle tomorrow she was committing herself to a lifetime of the...same. Her heart had started to beat double time. Her mouth went dry. The room spun around her. Her ears barely registered the din of noise that continued all about her. Suddenly she could not breathe. She had to get out of there.
+She had mouthed 'excuse me,' and run from the bar. The town's only bus stop was just two doors down and in her morose wanderings that was where she wound up. The only bus that still stopped here was due in fifteen minutes. It seemed like fate. She had purchased a hasty ticket from the automatic machine out front. And with just her purse slung over her shoulder she had waited in the crisp autumn night air.
+The wait had not been long. Honestly, the wait for the bus to leave was taking longer. Would this thing never get out of here? What was it waiting for anyway?
+What was she looking for? What was she doing on this bus? Tomorrow was her wedding day. The day that she had been waiting for and planning since she was thirteen years old...almost half her life. She was to walk down the aisle to the one man that she knew loved her above all else. The best friend that had been at her side since his family moved to this tiny hell hole of nowhere. The man she loved. Right?
+Jamie looked around the bus with new eyes. The drunks. The prostitutes...ladies of the evening. The destitute. Even the old woman beside her. They all seemed so sad. So lonely. What was she doing here?
+""Excuse me,"" she said suddenly as she stood up. The old woman was just drifting off to sleep opened her eyes and stared at her. ""I'm sorry but I don't belong here,"" she whispered as she tried to squeeze past.
+The old woman reached out her arthritic hand and squeezed Jamie's as she turned to go. ""I'm glad you realized that sweetie before it was too late,"" she smiled. And through her tears Jamie could have sworn it Nanny's face that she saw there. She smiled down at the woman as she heard the driver start the engine and the door close. She ran down the aisle screaming, ""Excuse me, I need to get off the bus."" The driver looked at her like she had multiple heads. But he opened the door and let Jamie off just seconds before he closed the door again and pulled out of tiny station.
+Jamie smiled as she watched that bus to nowhere disappear down the dark lonely country roads. She would never know what might have awaited her out there. But she knew what would be waiting for her tomorrow morning...her future. Her past and her present. A family and a man that loved her. It was so much more than most of those lonely souls on that bus might ever know. And she had a new appreciation for just how precious it was.
+Less than an hour had passed since she left her cousins and friends babbling drunkenly in the bar about loves lost and won, but in that moment it seemed like the most important hour of Jamie's life. Because come what may in the future, she would always know she had a choice. She could have stayed on that bus to nowhere and who knows what her life might have been...good or bad. Or she could accept and embrace the life that she had always known and taken for granted.
+She smiled as she turned back towards the bar. She had bridesmaids to put to bed. She hoped Mama had enough Tylenol and black coffee. They were going to need it tomorrow morning. Because Jamie had a wedding to go to. One she had been waiting her whole life for.
+***
+The dark specter of death smiled wryly as he watched the young woman walk back towards the shabby dive. His job was rarely good but this was one time that he was more than happy to let someone slip from his grasp. He turned back towards that lonely country road as the lights of the bus dimmed in the distance. He wished this one the best as he followed after the bus and his new prey."
+244,On the Bus: Lewd Intentions,bashfullyshameless,Chain Stories,2012-10-01,2012-10-01,2022-01-08 03:53:09,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/on-the-bus-lewd-intentions,A naughty angel and her mortal lover on a bus full of crazy.,"['Angel', 'Bus', 'Dirty Talk', 'Humor', 'Love', 'Magic', 'Male-Female Sex', 'Penetration', 'Public Sex', 'Urban Fantasy']",4.72,"_Warning: The following story contains explicit violence, explicit sex, explicit violations of public transit regulations, elements of urban fantasy, blasphemy, assault and battery, intimidation, polyamory, mockery of the mentally ill, delusions of grandeur, delusions of paranoia, delusions of environmentally conscious behavior, fare evasion, harassment, public indecency, seduction, profanity, objectionable workplace conduct, public displays of affection and callous stereotyping of bus riders. All characters herein are fictional, and any resemblance to real persons is entirely coincidental, excepting those who are entirely representative of encounters and observations the author really has experienced on Seattle buses. All characters in this story are over 18, except for the pack of well-supervised children who leave before any of the real naughty business starts._
+We join this relationship already in progress.
+""I could've stopped the war. Could've ended it in '63 if goddamn MacNamara had just listened to me, if he'd just _listened_ to me we never would've had the goddamn war and the fucking Rooskies would've fucking caved in '64 and I'd still be fucking Jane Fonda every fucking Tuesday...""
+Alex looked up from his book at the man seated in front of him. He saw oily brown hair under a blue ballcap, a faded denim jacket and the man's large, trembling hands. The bus hit a bump, and the man snapped bitterly, "" _Je_ sus _Christ_!"" and went back to muttering at his hands.
+Ahead of him, in the front of the bus where seats lined the walls facing inward, a collection of mixed ethnicities and genders bantered playfully. Alex heard laughter and good spirits as the streetlights of Aurora Avenue flashed by. The man in front of him, his seat facing forward like Alex's, took part in none of it. He had a lot of harsh words for his own hands, though, all of them relating to politics fifty years past.
+Alex felt proud of himself for recognizing the names and placing them properly. He'd aced his US history courses over the previous two quarters. There was no possible way, Alex decided, that this man was old enough to have had the ear of Robert McNamara or really anyone in government in the '60s. He turned his head back down to his book as the bus rolled on.
+It hit another bump. "" _Je_ sus _Christ_!"" the man snapped again.
+Alex sighed and pulled out his iPhone. He figured he'd need to put his headphones in and crank up some music if he was to get any reading done on his trip home.
+Then the bus rolled to a stop, and Alex found himself distracted yet again.
+""Shut up shut up can't you people just _shut up_!?"" She stood from her seat near the front of the bus, just ahead and across from the man muttering at his hands. She grabbed the overhead rail and pointed at everyone. Her brown hair had been washed and brushed; her beige overcoat looked clean, as did her dress. She seemed like someone who had a job and a family, and quite possibly did. She didn't look like one of the crazies at all.
+Then again, the 358 picked up all kinds on its journey from north Seattle into downtown.
+""Woah, hey, lady, can we just chill?"" said one of the other women in the front seats. ""It's Friday night. We're all getting' off work and stuff. We're in a good mood. What's wrong with that?""
+""Yes! That's just it! That's the problem! You're all so _happy_! Everyone's _happy_!"" sneered the woman in the off-white coat. Her accusing finger swept the air, pointing to most everyone around her. Alex made eye contact and regretted it, for now he, too, was included in her venomous accusations.
+Alex had an awful lot to be happy about. He just couldn't tell anyone without sounding like one of the crazies... perhaps even the craziest. He supposed he could tell all the crazies about his good fortunes, but then, he didn't really want to talk to any of them at all. He just wanted to get home for the night.
+His eyes drifted out the window to his right as the bus came to a stop. The crowd near the bus shelter of green metal and glass looked large enough to turn this into a standing-room-only ride. Alex saw suits and sports jerseys, trench coats and shopping bags... and even an umbrella or two, just to mark out the tourists.
+Amid the waiting crowd, Alex saw a husky man in a Patriots jersey corner a slightly heavyset brunette against the bus shelter. The scene conveyed neither romance nor comfort, yet also no explicit threat. The Pats fan said something to her softly, urgently, over and over. She wouldn't look him in the eye. The streetlights were bright enough for Alex to recognize the sadness in her eyes.
+She tried to move past him. He took her by both arms and pushed her against the shelter. She had a backpack and a gym bag. The Pats Fan—Alex named him Pat in his heat—tried to take them from her, not forcefully but also refusing to let the bags go when she tugged back. She wouldn't look Pat in the eyes.
+His body language presented him as a desperate, pleading lover. Her posture marked him as something very different.
+""Ma'am, please take your seat or move to the back of the bus,"" called the middle-aged driver. She had a fairly commanding voice. ""I've got people getting off and on.""
+""You're a drone!"" retorted the woman in the beige coat. ""You're just another drone! You only do what they tell you!""
+""Back door!"" called out passengers at the rear of the bus. ""Open up the back door!""
+""Yeah, lady, just sit down,"" urged another passenger at the front. ""People gotta move. Quit spoiling the night.""
+""Don't any of you see? Don't any of you think with your own minds?"" demanded the ranting woman with another wave of her finger.
+""Last chance: sit down or get off!"" ordered the driver. She looked as if she wanted to get out of her seat and take care of this herself. She, too, noticed the subtle struggle underway beside the shelter. ""Miss, do you want to get on the bus?""
+The woman looked up and nodded. ""No, she doesn't!"" said the stubble-faced Pats fan who blocked her path.
+Alex looked to the rear. The back door remained open.
+""Miss, do you want me to call the police?""
+Alex saw the brunette's mouth waver. He got out of his seat and quickly moved to the back door. His backpack full of textbooks stayed behind, which he only realized once he exited. He would have to cuss himself out for that later.
+""Baby, it won't be like it was,"" Pat reassured her, but only through gritted teeth. ""I won't be—hey, what the fuck?"" The camera flash left him blinking. Without thinking about it, Pat stepped away from the brunette and released her bags.
+""Oh, good, hold still for a sec,"" Alex said, his thumb on the camera button of his iPhone again. ""Yeah, that's a better picture.""
+""What the fuck are you taking my picture for, fuckstick?"" Pat demanded.
+""Well, for the cops,"" explained Alex with a shrug. ""You know, for the incident report and all that.""
+Again, the larger man blinked. ""Motherfucker, what incident report? Gimme that fucking thing!"" Pat stepped forward to snatch the offending phone.
+Alex launched his right fist straight into Pat's nose. Cartilage collapsed with a loud crunching noise. Stunned and momentarily blinded by eyes that refused to open, the larger man didn't even realize what was happening as hooked his leg between the larger man's knee and shoved as hard as he could. Pat fell back onto the sidewalk in a heap.
+""Figured I'd want your picture because you assaulted me,"" Alex finished. He stepped over the bewildered, groaning Pat to face the woman. ""Miss, are you trying to get away from him?""
+She couldn't believe her eyes. ""You just... you just...""
+Alex waited. Thankfully, the bus did, too. ""Listen, do you need help? If you need to find a shelter or something, I can help you. I've got a perfectly good smartphone here. But we should get on the bus now.""
+She nodded, turned and numbly stepped onto the bus. Alex saw her flash her pass to the driver, who let her on with a nod. He glanced at the sign on the cash slot: PAY AS YOU ENTER.
+He winced. He didn't have a pass or enough cash on him to get back on.
+The bus driver leaned forward and put her hand over the cash receptor. ""Don't worry about it,"" the older woman winked. ""Get back on.""
+""Thanks,"" he sighed, and then almost ran away when witnesses applauded as he stepped inside. He couldn't really leave his books behind, though, and thus he swallowed and nodded and blushed fiercely as he moved toward his old seat. The pair of teens in black hoodies who'd claimed his vacant spot hoisted his backpack up to him with a shared look of awe.
+Alex accepted his backpack. Though bewildered and shaken, the brunette from the sidewalk found a seat for herself—clearly the last on the bus. ""Hey,"" Alex said, ""do you need any help getting anywhere? Do you have someplace to go?""
+""No. No, I'm fine, I just... he just got home before I made it out of the neighborhood,"" the brunette said. She hefted her bags up into her lap and held them defensively. ""I've got someplace to go. I'm okay. It's okay.""
+Alex shrugged and nodded. He didn't exactly want to get further involved, anyway. He walked toward the rear, holding the overhead rail as the vehicle started up on its way again.
+Not a single open seat beckoned to him. Alex moved to the end of the bus, figuring he'd have a line of sight on any spot that opened up from there. Reaching the very back, where a family of eight surrounded him on each side, Alex turned around to face the front.
+""Holy fuck, you _know_ how hot I get when you do shit like that,"" came the half-moaning voice of the gorgeous blonde he found inches from his face. Rachel's eyes fluttered as she spoke. He felt her breath on his face. Alex blinked, completely surprised as usual by her appearance, and wondered if anyone heard what she said. Glancing around, he found shocked expressions on the faces around him. That answered that.
+Doubtlessly, nobody else could see the wings or the halo on the lithe, young- looking woman in white, but they all heard her perfectly well. The sounds of the bus did little to cover up Rachel's words.
+""Seriously, I just gave up wearing panties 'cause of you. Fucking things just kept melting right off of me,"" Rachel said. Her hands came to his chest. ""One minute I'm fine, and then the next I'm all hot and bothered 'cause you've done something charitable and awesome again. It's fuckin' _boiling_ between my legs right now.""
+Seated beside them, a mother put her hands over her young son's ears. ""It's nice to see you, too, Rachel,"" Alex smiled.
+""You don't even know,"" she grinned fiercely. Her mouth came up to his, assaulting him with a hungry kiss. His body and spirit awakened as if he'd been sleep-walking all day. Alex held the overhead rail; the angel held onto him.
+Knowing full well the effect she had on him, Rachel pressed her groin into his, even lifting herself up somewhat against his shoulders to grind his rapidly stiffening cock. As she released him from the kiss, her eyes conveyed undisguised lust. He saw love in there, too; of that he never doubted. She simply had no reason to separate the two.
+""I wound up with some free time and went home to find the place empty,"" Rachel pouted sweetly.
+""Oh? So are you back on the clock now?""
+""Not quite yet. Got lots of running around and good deeds and shit like that to do, but I've got a little time left to be with you. Just not as much as I'd want."" She leaned in fully on him, melting against his body. ""You need to get your motorcycle out of the shop so you'll get home sooner. Or just say you want a ride to and fro. You know that can be arranged.""
+""I like my independence,"" Alex said, grinning in spite of his circumstances. ""Besides, the bus is more ecologically responsible and stuff.""
+""Oh, baby,"" Rachel breathed. ""You know you get me fuckin' hot when you talk like that."" Both of her hands slipped around his hips to clutch at his ass. She felt him stiffen and maintained her grip. He was a little embarrassed to be assaulted like this in front of others, but she made him feel too good for him to put a stop to it.
+""You could've come and found me at school.""
+""And disturb you while you're being a respectable college student? No way. I just stripped and took care of myself on the bed.""
+""Miss, please,"" coughed the father on their other side.
+""Took my time with it, too. I was hoping you'd come home and find me all naked and ready for you,"" Rachel grinned. ""Sometimes, I just need that cock so bad...""
+The bus stopped. At the mutual urging of the parents, the whole family around Rachel and Alex shuffled and hustled off the bus. Seconds later, the entire rear section of seats lay vacant. ""Knew I could do it,"" Rachel said, and shoved Alex into one of the cushioned seats. She sat down in his lap, facing him. That she had to spread her legs to do so failed to deter her.
+""Wait, that was just to get rid of them?"" blinked her mortal lover. ""Rachel, they probably have someplace to be!""
+""And if they can't take a little dirty talk and PDA, then fuck 'em,"" she shrugged. ""World's full of rough moments. Besides, it's not like I actually started unfastening your belt with my teeth or anything yet. It _was_ just talk... while they were here.""
+He started to laugh, but then he stopped. Alex looked at her. ""Oh, hey, waitasec...""
+""So like I said, I spent the last hour all alone, taking care of myself as best I can, but it's just not as satisfying as having you,"" Rachel hissed into his ear. Her hand unfastened the lower buttons of his shirt so she could touch his bare skin. ""And I'm still really worked up.""
+""Rachel, you can't be serious.""
+""You've done naughtier things than this, Alex,"" Rachel teased. She worked his belt, not bothering to look over her shoulder at all to ensure any privacy. ""Don't tell me you haven't. Hell, I've watched you.""
+His heart beat faster. He felt himself heating up, and felt the blood draining from his brain to a more eager organ. ""I haven't done anything where other people could see me,"" he whispered.
+It was only then that Rachel took a look around. ""Oh, whatever. This is the 358. Do you know who takes this bus?""
+""Bunch'a loonies,"" Alex grunted.
+""What? Naw,"" Rachel scoffed. ""C'mon, don't be mean. People always say there's at least one weirdo on a bus, but whenever I'm on I never see one.""
+""Really,"" the young man deadpanned.
+""Yeah. Anyway, these folks are my peeps.""
+""There is _technology_ on this bus controlling _all of you_!"" shouted the woman in the off-white overcoat at the front of the bus. ""Get out of the city! Save yourselves!"" With that, she stomped off the bus, only to repeat her loud admonishments from the sidewalk.
+""Like Margaret there,"" Rachel shrugged. ""She doesn't have a problem with what I'm gonna do to you.""
+Alex blinked. ""Wait, what? You know her?""
+""Yeah,"" the angel answered casually. ""I told you before. I spent the last couple centuries as a messenger. You know, putting divine messages into peoples' ears and stuff. Anyway, they're not a risk... they're not gonna come back here, and if they say anything, who's gonna listen?""
+His breath remained heavy. She brought her lips to the side of his neck, just under his ear, where her every word could be felt against his skin. ""You're not even really listening to me at this point, are you?""
+Rachel's hands continued to explore his flesh underneath his clothes. She noticed his silence. Her eyes turned up toward his. The naughty grin on her face warned of some forthcoming dirty comment, but Alex preempted it with a kiss every bit as hungry as hers. His hands came over her hips, groping her shamelessly, and then roamed up her sides. Shaking urgency crept into his arms, and his shoulders, and his very center.
+""That's more like it,"" Rachel cooed.
+""You're sure this is okay?"" Alex asked. Lusty and bold though his touch was, he wanted to do even less polite things to her. So far, he restricted his hands to her sides, and only over the fabric of her simple white dress.
+""I'm always okay with you, lover,"" she winked. ""You know that. Ain't like I'm ever gonna have a headache or be on the rag. Benefits of not being a normal woman.""
+""Yeah, but you can disappear in front of normal people,"" noted her mortal lover. ""I can't. And you can't make me disappear, either, can you?""
+Rachel shrugged. Her voice fell to a whisper. ""There are seven guardian angels on this bus, and I can't disappear from them. I have to hope they don't look this way. Or stare, at least. I mean, they see me in your lap, but..."" Her fingers freed his enlarged, eager cock from his boxer briefs. Rachel bit her lip. She enjoyed touching it every bit as much as he loved the feel of her hand. ""You've got it easy. If I get caught, it's bitch, bitch, bitch from my co-workers for the next hundred years. All you gotta worry about is a bunch'a batshit crazies riding the bus. Who cares what they think?""
+He would have laughed at her instant reversal of attitude regarding his fellow passengers, but he was far too aroused for humor. Alex lowered his head against her chest, gently kissing the tops of her breasts. He wanted to free them from her dress, to have full access to her whole body, but as she said, she had to exercise some discretion.
+Stripping her clothes off and mauling her could wait for another time. He required satisfaction of much fiercer needs right now. So did she.
+Rachel kept stroking his cock, reverently looking down at it between his body and hers whenever she could. She shifted further up on his thighs, spreading her legs with natural ease. He was so stiffly erect that she hardly needed to guide him in at all. She loved that about him. In truth, Rachel loved everything about Alex, and most of all his benevolent spirit... but she equally doted on him for his raw sex appeal.
+He watched her mouth fall open and then form a circle of pleasure as the head of his cock caressed her wet labia, coating him in her wetness. ""Oh yesloverfuckme,"" Rachel begged him quietly. She left things entirely up to him, allowing Alex to guide her in with his hands on her tight, shapely ass.
+As they often did, their gaze met for their first full penetration. Rachel and Alex stared into one another's eyes as he sank into her, slowly savoring every inch of invasion together.
+Initial satisfaction overtook the pair. It would quickly fade into further need, but there was always a moment of relief when they first coupled. Alex and Rachel sighed together, kissing softly and reveling in their joining.
+""I am so completely yours,"" Alex told her.
+Rachel nodded, putting her forehead against his. ""Just use me, lover,"" she told him. ""No room for romance here. Be selfish. You know I'll get off on it.""
+Their eyes met again, lust and trust forming a bond, and soon Alex began to grind his feather-light lover's groin into his. His cock plunged into her, splitting her flesh and overwhelming her with pleasure. Normally a vocal lover, Rachel restrained herself to mere heavy breaths into his ear. She licked and kissed his neck, nibbled on his earlobe and dug her fingernails across his scalp, all while he concentrated on moving her slowly up and down, allowing his sex to move in and out.
+They couldn't pick up their pace. There wasn't enough room, or remotely enough privacy. Rather than building to a frenzied pounding, Alex and Rachel had to limit themselves to this slow, agonizingly steady in and out.
+The bus stopped. People exited and entered. Thankfully, none came all the way to the back—seats at the front had opened up—but Alex hardly noticed. His senses focused entirely on the touch and smell and soft breaths of his angel.
+Moments later, the vehicle rolled on. It hit a bump. "" _Je_ sus _Christ_!"" growled the man at the far front of the bus.  
+Rachel yanked a pen off the side pocket of Alex's backpack and flung it to the front of the bus. Her aim barely preceded her throw, moving her arm and head in tandem. The pen tumbled through the air and hit the speaker on the back of his head, lightly enough to get his attention without inflicting harm. ""Don't blaspheme, fucker!"" she snapped.
+Even that brief stretch of her muscles refreshed her sense of ecstasy. Rachel shuddered as she turned back to face her lover, wanting to ride him higher and harder, but restricted herself to this. Alex kept working her in his lap.
+""Oh God,"" Alex murmured. ""Oh my God...""
+The angel thought first to admonish him for his words, but then he pushed inside of her again. Her scolding comment died on her lips. ""Fuck it,"" she whimpered.
+""Yeah,"" he huffed.
+Rachel smiled. Whether he knew what she meant or not, she didn't care. She just wanted him to continue.
+The bus rolled on. Nobody bothered them. Pleasure and indulgence built.
+""So close,"" Rachel hissed into his ear, knowing his climax would occur in time with hers. ""So fucking close.""
+They still couldn't work harder. Neither could give in to their urges. They kept coming together, bodies trembling as the slow tempo threatened to drive them insane, but at long last the pleasure crested. They hit the point of no return and surrendered to the throb of orgasm as they came together.
+Rachel's breath shook. Her lips fell onto his, kissing him as if she could moan out her satisfaction into his mouth and thereby prevent anyone from hearing. The pair enjoyed an electric embrace, riding out their climax together.
+The bus turned left, marking its entry into Seattle's downtown core. Rachel's grateful kiss abated, bringing Alex down from his blissful state. She put her hands on the back of his chair, pushing herself back off of his thighs. Often, she expressed tiny notes of regret whenever she had to release him from her body. Tonight, she just smiled with triumph.
+The bus came to a stop. They heard the doors open.
+""Might wanna get yourself sorted out,"" Rachel warned. She stood and twisted around, perfectly happy that her butt brushed against his chest before she slipped into the seat beside his. The angel watched shamelessly as Alex tucked his slick cock back into his boxer briefs and then set to fastening his jeans once more.
+New passengers shuffled into the back of the bus and took up the remaining seats just as he finished. ""Good timing,"" she smirked.
+""Almost divine,"" he nodded, and threw her a knowing glance.
+""Tsk! Can't believe you'd accuse me of abusing my abilities like that. What kinda dirty slut do you take me for?""
+He smiled lovingly. "" _My_ dirty slut.""
+""Good,"" she approved. Then she stood again. ""I got work to do tonight. Helping hand sort of shit. I imagine you'll find a way to keep yourself occupied."" She leaned over on him as she stepped out of the seat, deliberately smothering his face with her breasts before she escaped the seat. Standing in the aisle now, she leaned forward to plant her lips on his forehead. ""Love you,"" she told him.
+""You, too,"" he smiled. He watched her shapely hips as she walked down the aisle to the back door. His eyes trailed down to her legs and her bare feet, and then closed as she rounded the row of seats before him and left the bus.
+When his eyes opened again, he saw black stiletto heels, flawless calves and mesmerizing thighs that led up to a dangerously short black skirt. A simple tan trench coat surrounded those stunning legs, opening only in the front as if to offer him a private show.
+Hanging against the left leg was a thin black demon's tail.
+Alex lifted his gaze. The dark-haired succubus wore a black top no less daring than her skirt, as well as a stylish, broad-brimmed hat to hold off the rain. The sunglasses covering her eyes served absolutely no practical purpose at this hour other than to complete her look.
+Lorelei gestured toward him, her finger pointing more at his lap than at the seat beside him. ""Taken?"" she asked.
+""By you,"" he answered.
+""Excellent,"" Lorelei said. ""I've quite a ride ahead of me."""
+245,On The Bus: Sexting,HottieKatie,Chain Stories,2013-01-25,2013-01-25,2022-01-08 03:53:14,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/on-the-bus-sexting,Girl gets turned on while sending messages on a bus.,"['Bus', 'Handling', 'Messages', 'Sexting']",3.97,"Cindy was woken up by the horn blowing. She stretched herself and took a look at the watch.
+What? Still 8 am?, she complained to herself.
+She was on a bus to visit her boyfriend. She had got up early to catch the 4.30 bus, and decided to sleep the whole journey through. Or at least the first half of it. But it was becoming a difficult task. The first hour and a half had been easy. No stops, a quite nice road, and silence. But after the first stop, it had been impossible to catch any sleep. Stops every 30 minutes, people going up and down the bus, lots of chatting... So, finally, she decided not to try any more.
+Cindy grabbed her phone and messaged Rick.
+*Good morning! I'm halfway there, sort of. But this is soooo boring!*
+She took a look outside. Cindy had managed to get a window seat. The first time she had gone to visit him, she had enjoyed the sightings. But after so many trips, she knew the landscape too well to be entertained with it. Too bad they had ended up going to so separated colleges.
+Beep beep.
+*Morning, darling! You are bored and I'm dying with anticipation. What are you wearing? I want to decide in advance what piece of clothes I'm going to take off you first ;) *
+She blushed a little.
+*You naughty boy, I won't fall in your game now. I'm not alone in here, you know?*
+They usually had that kind of risqué chatting. Being separated as they were, they felt it got them a little closer, and they could enjoy themselves knowing the other would be doing the same.
+*C'mon! U wanted some entertainment, right? Just let me know if I'll have to unbutton, unzip, or rip up ;) *
+She was tempted to answer, but in the previous stop, a girl about her age had sat by her side, and Cindy didn't want her to read anything improper. Not that she cared what that lady would think about her, but she was a bit shy.
+So she decided to cut the conversation and put the phone away. Two minutes after, her jeans vibrated with a new message.
+*Are U touching yourself already? That was quick! ;P *
+Cindy turned around a little and rested her back on the window. At least that way she could make sure the other girl wouldn't read her messages.
+*Dumbass! Just stop it. There's a girl sitting by my side.*
+She would have liked to follow the game, but she didn't like being watched.
+*Just turn around then. Although I guess she probably has her own entertainment... Now, tell me! Dress? Skirt? Jeans?*
+In fact, Rick was right. The girl was reading a magazine, but that wouldn't stop her from watching...
+*Ok, you win this time. But just because the trip is so boring. Jeans and shirt. I know you'll love it.*
+Cindy bit her lower lip as she peeked at her companion. She seemed quite immersed in her reading, so Cindy felt a little bit better.
+*Too bad. Somehow I was hoping for a skirt... It's quicker, no need to undress you to get inside you...*
+Cindy was starting a reply when she got another message:
+*But there is no rush. My roommate went away for the weekend, so we have the whole flat for ourselves. Where do you want to start? Bedroom? Kitchen? Living room?*
+They had always liked to try new things, and in previous visits, they had made it in all those places.
+*I remember the sofa was quite comfy ;)*
+Cindy was starting to get hot from the texting and memories. She wondered what was she going to do about that. It was still 4 hours more until she would arrive to her destination.
+*Plenty of things we did on that sofa... Are you wet? I bet you are. You could get off the bus in the next station and treat yourself in the toilets...*
+*Next stop is just 5 minutes long. I wouldn't want to miss the bus lingering on.*
+She had thought about it, but it was too risky.
+*Then change seats. I'm sure you could find a solitary place in the back seat. No one would bother you there.*
+She instinctively took a look at the back of the bus. She was happy to see the two last rows were empty. In fact, the bus was far from crowded, and she wondered why the girl had sat next to her, having so many seats available. Cindy thought abut changing seats in the next stop. But she didn't want to wait.
+""Excuse me"", she said to the girl by her side as she got up, her phone in one hand and her bag in the other.
+Soon enough she was at the back of the bus, sat by the window, quite far from anybody else.
+*Changed seats. Feel like helping me a little?*
+Her left hand was already exploring the inside of her jeans. It was a little hard but she was used to it, so it wasn't that difficult.
+*So hot! You already feeling your juices? I bet you'll just need to rub yourself a little to get off, so thrilled being in public, right?
+It was a strange feeling, indeed. She was worried about being caught, but it wouldn't happen. Everybody was minding their own business, most people sleeping or reading. But that worry was also turning her on, making her feel more aroused.
+Her fingers were already around her spot, wet and sharp. She went on rubbing around it, trying to keep silent. Her eyes were moving from her phone to the people in the bus, checking no one was looking at her
+*I wish I was there with you, I'd be so glad to help you. I could even lick your hot little button, so tasty...*
+Her hand went frenzy. Cindy tried to type something with her other hand, but she was already trembling and she could only read one more message before she went off.
+*But don't worry, sweetheart, I'll lick you later, I'll make sure to drain all that juice out of your sweet hole*
+Thinking about the two of them finally together set her free. The phone almost fell from her hand when her body collapsed to her pleasure.
+It took her a minute to gain her composure and as soon as she did, she took a look round her. Everything was fine, except...
+*!!! Rick! She saw me*
+Cindy's cheeks were flashing red.
+* Who? Saw you what?
+Cindy was now huddled in her seat, completely hid from everybody's view.
+*The girl I was sitting next to before. I don't know when, but she changed seats too and was looking at me from two rows ahead*
+She wouldn't dare look again.
+*She liked you! That is so hot! Of course, you are such a pretty lady ;)*
+*Not funny ~~ I am so embarrassed...*
+*Hey, if she hasn't got off the bus when you get here... You could tell her to join us ;) That would be our best chance to get a threesome :)*
+*Hate you*
+Cindy put the phone in her pocket. She felt it vibrate a couple of times, but she didn't take it out. They were probably some ""sorry"" or ""just a joke"" messages. She wasn't really mad at him, but she wanted him to suffer a little.
+Instead, she peeked at the girl between the seats. The girl turned around a couple more times but as she couldn't see Cindy now, she stopped.
+It was the end of the trip and Cindy had to get off the bus, and by chance, she was after the girl who had been peeking at her at the stairs of the bus. The girl turned around before the last step:
+""Glad you had a nice time back there, but you needn't have moved, we could have enjoyed it together"", she said with a wink, and disappeared in the crowd.
+Cindy was shocked, and a little turned on. But she saw Rick waiting for her in the distance and running to him became her only thought."
+246,On the Bus: The Ragged Man,Zrnko_Pisku,Chain Stories,2012-12-26,2012-12-26,2022-01-08 03:53:15,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/on-the-bus-the-ragged-man,And the man in the suit.,['Bus'],2.57,"_On the Bus is a chain story that does not rely on any previous or incoming chapters. Each submission is considered stand alone and only relates to the others via the bus._
+The bus driver was about to close the door and pull away when one last passenger stumbled up the steps and held out a ticket. Grabbing the ticket the driver tore off one of the stubs and handed the remainder to the ragged man who shoved it into the pocket of his threadbare raincoat. He then began walking down the narrow aisle toward the back of the bus.
+As the man moved slowly past each successive row the other passengers began to tense up and fidget as he approached, in some cases actually sliding to an aisle seat to block him from sitting next to them. Several passengers fanned their faces and frowned, some even held their nose after he passed.
+He finally found an empty pair of seats and sat down, ignoring the two passengers in adjacent seat rows getting up to move to other seats. Unbuttoning his raincoat he folded it in half and placed it in a bin above his seat. He then sat down running his hand down his face, his fingers carefully running down the jagged line of a fresh scar. As his hand reached his chin he ran his palm over the three day stubble dislodging some dried food and bits of lint to fall onto his lap.
+Brushing off his lap, something that alarmed several passengers, he leaned back, put his head against the window and closed his eyes. Soon his breathing calmed and he fell asleep. Only then did many of the passengers relax and let themselves close their own eyes.
+The bus continued westward into the night and one by one most of the passengers fell asleep. In spite of the apprehension the trip continued without incident. The driver glanced at his watch and then checked his gas gauge. Looking at a passing exit sign it appeared he was confirming he had enough gas to reach his next stopping point.
+Suddenly the ragged man sitting alone in the seat row screamed out, ""No you don't,"" and leapt at a couple sitting in a seat across from him. He grabbed the man, pulled him out of his seat and threw him to the ground as something hit the floor and rattled down the aisle.
+The ragged man briefly turned his attention to the woman, reaching up, grabbing his raincoat and tossing it to her. She quickly covered up concealing her naked and sliced panties. As he turned back to the man on the ground two other passengers grabbed him and pulled him away from the man, while a third passenger picked a knife up from the floor.
+The woman watched as the passengers subdued the ragged man holding him in his seat as the other man got up, dusted off his suit and sat back down next to her. He took her hand and squeezed it firmly.
+""What did you think you were doing?"" one of the passengers screamed.
+The ragged man replied, ""It wasn't me, it was him, he did that to her.""
+By then the bus had slowed to a stop and the driver called out. ""Hold him down, I've called the police."" He then walked to where the ragged man was held. Looking over at the woman he asked, ""Are you okay?""
+She looked up at the man in the suit then answered, ""Yes, now that they stopped him.""
+""What about you sir?"" the driver asked the man in the suit.
+""It was a bad for a moment there, but now that you have him I'm okay.""
+""Well, the police should be here shortly and we'll see about getting him off the bus,"" he nodded at the ragged man.
+When the police arrived they immediately handcuffed the ragged man and led him off the bus. Passengers watched out the windows as then put him in a patrol car. Before they pulled away with him they also walked the well-dressed man and woman off the bus where they all talked for about fifteen minutes.
+Finally the well-dressed man and woman climbed back onto the bus and took their seat where they sat silently as the police cars pulled away and the bus driver closed the door and started up the engine. He pulled out onto the roadway continuing the journey.
+After an hour or so when most of the passengers were asleep the well-dressed man leaned his head back and closed his eyes. His hand firmly grasped her long hair as her head bobbed up and down on his lap."
+247,On the Bus: The Virgin Voyeur,sophia jane,Chain Stories,2006-06-10,2006-06-10,2022-01-08 03:53:16,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/on-the-bus-the-virgin-voyeur,Virgin starts her sexual education on the bus.,"['Blow Job', 'Exhibition', 'Facial', 'Female Virgin', 'Voyeur', 'Watching']",4.29,"Kylie tried not to watch them, she really did. She had tried to read her book, but it had been impossible to concentrate on the words on the page when the only thing she could think about was the couple across the aisle from her. They'd gotten on the bus about an hour after she had, walking down the aisle holding hands and laughing. It had only been a few minutes after the bus had gotten back on its way when they'd begun kissing. It'd been easier to ignore them then. At first, Kylie had just looked out the window and watched the scenery go by, thinking about the boyfriends she'd had in high school, wondering when she'd finally lose her virginity.
+At the first stop, the couple had stayed on the bus, completely ignoring all the other passengers getting off for soda or bathroom breaks. Kylie had gotten off the bus with everyone else, not for the bathroom or a snack, but to give herself a chance to cool down. While she'd been able to mostly ignore them, she was more than a little turned on after listening to their breathless moans and whispers for the past hundred miles.
+It had gotten worse after the stop. By then, Kylie had tossed her book aside and tried to tune out their sounds with her ipod, but she found her eyes continually drawn back. Until finally, Kylie stopped trying to look away. Instead, she adjusted herself so she leaned against the side of the bus and faced them, her legs stretched out on her seat in front of her. She figured if they happened to see her watching, she could quickly look away, or pretend to be falling asleep. But considering their total absorption in each other, she didn't think she had anything to worry about.
+Though the lighting in the bus was growing dim, Kylie could see that the man had unbuttoned the woman's shirt, exposing her breasts almost completely. The woman wore no bra and her nipples were hard, and seemed, to Kylie's inexperienced eye, almost painfully erect. The man pinched and pulled her nipples, alternating between them. The woman occasionally arched her back and thrust her chest out toward the man, and Kylie assumed she must have been enjoying the sensation. Kylie had never seen anyone touch a woman's breasts the way the man was, and had certainly never experienced it. Her boyfriends, the few who had been allowed to touch her breasts in high school, had mostly rubbed and squeezed them like they would a cow. She'd never enjoyed it much, but not knowing better, she'd thought that was the way foreplay was supposed to be. Which might explain why she'd not actually gone all the way with any of them.
+While he continued to pinch the woman's nipples, the man kissed the woman. As Kylie watched, the man kissed along the woman's jaw and over toward her ear and then down her neck. The woman arched her back again and moaned. Almost without knowing it, Kylie began to lightly tease her own nipples through her shirt. When she realized what she was doing, she looked around at the other passengers, making sure no one had seen her touching herself. Certain of her privacy, Kylie continued to tease her nipples and then, experimentally, pinched one. She gasped at the sensation, understanding what the woman was feeling. Kylie watched as the man lowered his head to one nipple and suckled it. Kylie did know what that felt like, and she had enjoyed it, a little. But this man seemed to do something different than her boyfriends had; occasionally, he would almost bite down on the woman's nipple and each time the woman would grab his head. At first, Kylie thought the woman wanted him to stop. Then she realized that she was grabbing his head to hold him hard against her breast.
+Kylie pinched her nipple again harder. Again she gasped at the sensation, but it didn't seem like quite enough. Reaching behind her, Kylie quickly unclasped her bra, so that she could loosen it from her breasts. She desperately wanted skin-to-skin contact, and touching herself through her shirt and her bra was not nearly good enough. Looking around her again, she decided it would be safe to reach under her shirt and touch herself. She pinched her bare nipple, harder yet, and an audible cry came out of her lips. She closed her eyes in embarrassment, and so didn't see the couple glance in her direction. They smiled at one another, realizing that Kylie was watching them. By the time Kylie opened her eyes and brought herself to check if anyone had heard her, the couple was once again absorbed in each other.
+Kylie watched as the man sat back against his seat, no longer facing the woman. Kylie was disappointed that he had stopped kissing her, until she realized that the woman was unzipping the man's pants. The man was sitting in the aisle seat, just a few feet from Kylie, and she could see the slide of the zipper and the woman's hand reaching into his pants and pulling out his cock. Kylie gasped at his length and at the couple's complete lack of inhibitions. She had never seen a man's cock in real life and had certainly never seen one so close, and she was shocked that the couple would expose themselves so publicly.
+But she was also glad they had because Kylie was incredibly aroused by the site of the man's pulsing erection. It seemed to stand almost upright from his body. The woman began to slide her hand up and down the length of it, almost caressing it with each stroke. Kylie looked at the man's face and saw that his eyes were closed and he was half-smiling. The woman was completely focused on what she was doing. After several more strokes, the woman leaned down over his cock and licked the very tip. Kylie was shocked that the woman would go so far on a bus. Just like she'd never seen a cock, she'd never seen a blowjob and though she'd heard stories, she didn't actually know how to give one. She was very curious to see how it worked.
+The woman continued to lick only the top of his dick, almost like a lollipop. That seemed easy enough to Kylie. Then the woman opened her mouth around it and began to take it into her mouth, inch by inch. The man wrapped his hand through the woman's hair and pulled it back from her face, to give himself- and Kylie- a better view of the woman's mouth as it worked its way down his shaft. Kylie's eyes grew wide as the woman lowered herself all the way to the bottom of his cock. The whole thing was in her mouth! Kylie didn't think she could ever do that, but just the idea of it made her panties damp. She had an aching need to touch herself, to rub her hand over her clit, like she sometimes had after her boyfriends dropped her off after a date.
+Kylie watched the woman's head as she began to bob up and down, swallowing and then almost releasing the cock over and over. The man's face grew tense and Kylie wondered, briefly, how it would taste when he came in the woman's mouth. The woman began to move faster and faster, and Kylie could no longer resist. Checking yet again that no one was watching, Kylie slid her hand between her legs and began to press against the rough seam of her denim jeans. While it wasn't as good as being able to touch herself, the hardness of the denim provided plenty of friction for her clit, and she began to rub in time to the woman's head, trying to keep pace with the motion of her mouth.
+Kylie saw a small tug of the man's hand on the woman's hair and the woman pulled up from his cock, just a couple of inches. The woman began to stroke the man's cock again with her hand, faster and firmer than before. Kylie continued to rub against her jeans, wanting very badly to have a man between her legs, to know what that man's cock felt like inside her. The tension built in Kylie's body as she watched them, watched the rigidity of his cock and the stroke of the woman's hand. Her whole body tightened, and just as Kylie was on the brink of her orgasm, the man's hips lifted off the seat and Kylie watched as come spurted out of his cock and onto the woman's face and neck. Kylie could see it clinging to her skin and dripping slightly down her neck. The man's hips continued to jut off the seat slightly until, eventually, he stilled. The woman looked up at him and laughed.
+Kylie's clit still throbbed and even though she'd had a small orgasm, her body ached for more. She continued to rub through her jeans even though it was no longer enough. She watched as the man handed the woman a tissue and the woman cleaned off her skin. Again, Kylie vaguely wondered what it tasted like, and she wondered why he had come on her face and not in the woman's mouth. She was glad he had, though, because she'd been able to watch the pulsing of his cock and the spray of his come as he shot out of him.
+Suddenly, Kylie became aware that the couple was watching her, and she looked away, embarrassed at having been caught.
+""Enjoy the show?"" she heard him ask. She turned to him, surprised by the question. Seeing the genuine interest on their faces, she smiled shyly and nodded.
+""Good,"" the woman told Kylie.
+The man laughed at that, and said, ""We've still got a long way to go until we get there. Maybe we can do it again.""
+Kylie's cheeks turned pink in embarrassment, but she was aroused enough by the idea to reply, ""I hope so."""
+248,"Orgy, Literotica Style! Ch. 02",im_invisible69,Chain Stories,2007-03-24,2007-03-24,2022-01-08 03:53:17,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/orgy-literotica-style-ch-02,The chain story opening continues.,"['Literotica Style! Ch. 02', 'Orgy']",4.09,"When we checked in we each received an invitation to a private gathering to meet each other at 6 pm in a private lounge. The lounge was very private, with indirect soft lighting, many soft chairs and a few couches, and low tables. Plants were strategically placed to break up the room, providing areas of semi-privacy. Along one wall was a fantastic salt water aquarium holding a rainbow of tropical fish swimming among live coral. Soft island music was playing in the background and all along the far wall a buffet of various finger foods, nibbles of chicken, fish and beef, hot and cold vegetables, assorted sushi rolls, and bite-sized sweets. Another long table is set up as a bar, with wines and beer, liquors and soda.
+Im_invisible69 walked through the frosted glass door into this lagoon of relaxation and looked around. He didn't expect to be the first one there yet it seemed he was. Then he spied a new face reclining in a chair behind a particularly bushy plant. He approached the attractive young lady introducing himself.
+""Hello, I expect you are part of the literotica group. I am im_invisible69 on- line, though you can call me Vis, if you want."" He said.
+""Nice to meet you Vis, I'm Rydia57, though please -- just Rydia. Sit down.""
+Vis sank into the chair adjacent to Rydia enjoying the sound of her voice, a purr in the quiet room. They waited through an awkward moment of wondering what to say next. The tension was enjoyable, a reminder that this entire trip blended the playful fantasy of the Lit world with the surrealistically tropical, lush world of Hawaii.
+Their attention shifted to the door, which opened to admit a small laughing crowd, two women and a man, into their dimly lit space. One of the women was immediately recognizable, the incredibly erotic woman behind this tryst, Hallowed Eve. She was accompanied by a young man, her playful ""brother"" TheCaptain and her ""aunt"" SaucyMinx. Vis stood up, offered his newly met partner a hand up out of the soft chair.
+""Hi I'm Vis and this is Rydia."" Vis said to the group.
+""Finally"" Eve blurted as she sprang forward and wrapped Rydia in a big embrace, punctuated with a kiss.
+Vis shook hands with TheCaptain, and then to Minx, who had hugged a hello to Rydia. The door opened again revealing two women arm-in-arm followed by five others. The room started buzzing as people introduced themselves to the others. The female couple was lipsofanangel and Talimenios, then there was Carnevil9, OneLustyWench, Dunchad, Salvor-Hardon and Texguy84. Just after the door snicked shut it opened again as SEVERUSMAX and Sean Renaud entered one right after another.
+Eve, Angel and Minx, the party people in the group, flitted about introducing the guests to one another, and keeping the laughter and chatter lively. These were all people who had previously only met through the screen of the internet, now all face to face. Soon the drinks and laughter did their work, and these people, some might say strangers, were soon hugging one another with warmth and smiles, and a few playful smacks and gropes.
+Each knot of conversation quickly proceeded to stories of their travels, their arrival on the island. Capt and Eve entertained everyone with their story of the looks they received from the desk clerk during their teasing check-in. They played it up, reenacting the entire event amid many laughs and promises to find new and innovative ways to tease the same clerk. Each idea was more risqué than the next.
+As a group everyone went over toward the food and drink. Sean became the defacto bar tender and the food and drinks flowed faster. People began breaking up into smaller, tighter knots to eat, and the excited buzz of voices mellowed into a hum. Looking around the crowd Vis found it interesting that each group was centered on the ladies. He didn't feel like breaking into any of the groups so instead sat down on a secluded couch alone watching the interplay of the others.
+He watched Eve move from her ""brother"" Capt, over to sit with Tex, and ""Aunt"" Minx got up to get another drink from Sean. Capt took that opportunity to get more food and something else to drink. Vis enjoyed watching Max and Carnevil compete over Rydia's attention, though at times it seemed that she was looking over at Dunchad with a bit of hunger in her eyes. Dunchad was in a lively discussion with Wenchie and Salvor. Vis was completely taken by surprise when Angel and Tali snuck up behind him and sandwiched him between them.
+""I hope you don't mind us joining you."" Tali said with an interesting gleam in her eye.
+""There's something familiar about him don't you think Tali."" Angel said slyly across Vis.
+Vis felt his ears getting red as his mind wandered back to Angel and Tali's water play earlier. Tali laughed as she grabbed a branch from the plant next to her and held it in front of Vis.
+""Oh, yea, now I see it. He definitely looks familiar. I don't think he enjoyed himself nearly as much as we did though, Angel. What do you think?"" Tali asked.
+""I agree. I kept hoping he'd jump in with us. I guess we'll have to be more direct this time, don't you?"" Angel purred, putting her hand on Vis' thigh.
+Tali kissed and nibbled Vis' ear lobe laying her hand opposite Angel's on his lap.
+""Is this more direct, Angel?"" Tali said with a wink.
+Vis went from burning red and embarrassed from being so obviously caught watching these two sexy vixens play in the pool earlier, to squirming with sexual excitement from their kisses and touches. He placed one hand on each lady's thigh as his lips were caught by Angel.
+Minx looked over at the two women teasing Vis and thought about yelling out for them to get a room. Instead she impulsively ran her hand over Sean's ass. Sean was surprised yet quickly recovered and leaned into her hand, very much enjoying her touch. She gave him a quick slap with a laugh. He jumped slightly in reaction.
+""Nice ass Sean."" Minx said playfully.
+Sean put the drink he was preparing for Capt down and turned to face Minx. He put both hands on her ass, and pulled her to him. He caressed her ass, moving her short skirt up exposing her perfect ass to Capt.
+""Not as nice as your ass is, Minxy. Don't you agree Capt?"" Oscar exclaimed.
+Capt moved to join them and standing right behind her slid his hands over her breasts cupping them. Minx went from playful flirting to breathing hard excitement in a flash and leaned her head back onto Capt's shoulder pushing her pelvis into Sean.
+""I give you permission to play my little Capt."" Minx said breathily.
+Capt immediately relaxed and really started teasing Minx, showing her that he had learned very well at her hand earlier.
+""Her ass is definitely fine Sean, yet I think her breasts are the more tasty morsels. After all, I feel her nipples hardening so nicely."" Capt said emotionlessly.
+Capt squeezed Minx's nipples and nibbled on her ear, as she ground her pelvis into Sean's hardening bulge. Her soft moan sent a wave of passion throughout the room.
+Eve was talking to Tex about how pain heightened her pleasure. To show him what she meant she had him apply pressure to her nipple. At first he wasn't pressing hard enough so she pressed his fingers together until the feeling was just right, making her quite wet in the process. Eve then described other things that bring her excruciating pleasure. Tex was captivated by the discussion and found he was becoming very excited at the idea of bringing this new information into his sexual repertoire. Eve heard Minx's moan or perhaps she felt it and felt the heightening of sexual force from the couch that held Angel, Vis and Tali. She pressed Tex's hand against her and leaned forward looking directly into his eyes.
+""I think you need a more direct lesson."" She said with passion.
+Wenchie was totally into Salvor which made it obvious that they had many fun times on the Lit threads. They quickly went from wonderful innuendo to playful fondling. Dunchad was just about to get up when Wenchie laid back into him. She looked up into his eyes.
+""Where do you think you are going? I didn't get both of you here so one of you can sneak off. This Wenchie needs both of you to satisfy her aching explosive hunger. Unless of course you don't think you are up to the task,"" she said with a saucy smile.
+Dunchad's response was clear to anyone looking, he covered Wenchie's mouth with his own, punctuating his acceptance with passion. Salvor happily started teasing Wenchie's thighs and breasts, heightening the pleasure for all three.
+Rydia watched Wenchie lay back and Dunchad bend into her. She figured she'd be able to find him later, thus turned her attention to the yummy two in front of her. She placed her hand upon the laps of each feeling them growing under her palms.
+""Mmmmm, now that's the way to get a lady's attention. I wonder what treasures I have here."" Rydia said with a lust filled voice.
+She unzipped first Max then Carnevil and brought both out into the open for her inspection. Gripping one in each hand, she kept looking back and forth as they came to full erection. Rydia then leaned down and engulfed Max's head, playing her tongue all around the mushroom shape, then let go. She then leaned over to the other and did the same to Carnevil.
+""Oh this is glorious, two wonderful toys to play with and to eat."" Rydia said joyfully as she moved from the seat to kneeling in front of the two.
+Carnevil caught a glimpse of Vis being attacked just before he closed his eyes feeling his rigid member sliding down Rydia's throat.
+Tali had opened Vis's pants and pulled him out.
+""Look Angel, this is what he kept from us earlier."" Tali said to Angel
+""You are a bad boy for hiding and just watching us like that. Now I think you must pay us back."" Angel said pressing Vis down on the couch.
+Angel quickly knelt over Vis' mouth facing Tali. He took the obvious cue and began pleasuring her, licking and sucking on her lips and clit. He wormed an arm under her legs and entered her while teasing her clit with his questing tongue. Tali took Vis' ""toy"" in hand and teased herself with it before slowly filling herself to the hilt. The two women were face to face and began kissing and teasing each other with deft and well known movements as Vis almost disappeared below them. Their moans of enjoyment soon hit a crescendo. When they did they both got up and before Vis could move traded places further enjoying their captured boy toy.
+Minx soon found herself having to take things in hand. She directed Capt to the floor underneath her and filled herself with him. She played with Sean, teasing and licking him as she rode Capt. It became obvious that Capt was taking too much of his own pleasure so she pulled up off of him and sat back on his chest.
+""You both are here for my pleasure, understand!"" She said forcefully.
+Capt immediately acquiesced as he had been trained earlier. When Sean paused, Minx pulled him to the floor by his cock and then moved onto his chest.
+""Sean you look like a smart guy. Didn't you realize that when you made your advances on me you accepted my rules?"" Minx queried.
+Sean looked stunned then in short order noticed Capt motioning for him to just agree. Sean indeed was a smart man and responded appropriately. The pleasure they both lavished on Minx helped to solidify her name to anyone able to listen as she practically purred in joyful acceptance of their lavish and complete homage to her body. She provided them with orgasmic release as compensation for their exceptional behavior.
+Tex was amazed at how much he enjoyed learning to give Eve painful pleasure. He learned the spanks, slaps, twists and pinches that so drove her crazy. Had he not witnessed her obvious enjoyment, he may not have believed. However, her dripping pussy could not be ignored, nor could her moans of intense pleasure be denied. Tex learned a lot of himself in those few short hours as he brought Eve to release multiple times and found himself on the brink of release with almost no further manipulation. He then forced himself into Eve and completed his orgasm, graduating into a new realm of sexual expression.
+Rydia played back and forth between Max and Carnevil, keeping both of them throbbing hard and on the edge of release, yet never allowing their final enjoyment. She was on the edge of consuming two servings of joy when her own hunger for fulfillment overrode her oral desires. She climbed aboard Carnevil, facing him, pressing her breasts in to his chest, even as his hands moved to hold her on his lap. As she settled down upon him, finally filling herself she looked around at Max.
+""Please Sir, will you take that lubricant from the top of my purse and fill me up?"" Rydia begged.
+Max considered his options, looking around at the unbridled lust displayed everywhere in the room. He looked down at her tight asshole and decided that a good pounding might be just the right thing for the three of them. He generously lubricated himself and placed himself at her opening. Max took both of her breasts in his hands, pinching her nipples leaned into her.
+""I think this may just be the first lesson you will learn from me, if you are good."" Max drawled.
+Rydia screamed in pleasure as she was filled and her release exploded though her entire body. Her complete release drove both men over the edge filling both her pussy and ass with their hot seed. This drove her back up over the edge to where she just bordered on passing out.
+Wenchie and Dunchad were startled by Rydia's intense release. However, the view of what was going on fired up Wenchie's desire. She was already very much enjoying Sal's talented fingers delving deeply inside of her and Dunchad's talented tongue and lips kissing her and teasing her sensitive breasts. She already had a series of minor orgasms, and now wanted the ultimate release. She rolled off the two laps onto her hands and knees.
+""Okay boys who wants which end? I need filling and I mean to have it now!"" Wenchie said with abandon. Sal bound up and knelt behind her, quickly pressing himself deeply into her well lubricated core. At the same time Wenchie bobbed down on Dunchad until she finally had his entire shaft buried in her hot mouth. The three of them quickly found a glorious rhythm driving each other up and up until they all found mutual release.
+The rising tide of frenzied sex died down and the groups became intermingled again. Some snuck off to continue in a more private setting. Others were so relaxed they just lounged on the furniture until their desires brought them together in new and exciting ways."
+249,"Orgy, Literotica Style! Ch. 04",TheCaptain,Chain Stories,2007-04-15,2007-04-15,2022-01-08 03:53:19,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/orgy-literotica-style-ch-04,The temperature rises as the Lit sexcapades continue.,"['Authors', 'Bisexuals', 'Group Sex', 'Literotica Style! Ch. 04', 'Orgy', 'Sexy Sis', 'Threesome']",4.58,"TheCaptain moaned in abject pleasure as the sweeping tongue lapped up along the underside of his rigid cock. He looked down, to see SaucyMinx's smiling face looking straight back up at him from between his legs. As she opened up her mouth and took the very tip of him in past her lips, nibbling ever so gently on the head of his cock before letting the rest of it slide slowly down her throat, Capt let out a staggered, joyous cry and let his head drop back, closing his eyes tightly as he thrust up into the gorgeous woman's face.
+Nothing else in the whole wide world mattered to Capt at that moment, then the sensations he felt as Minxy took the full length of his straining prick down her throat.
+""Oh shit! Ahhh fuckin' hell babe, you really know how to deep-throat!"" the young Aussie croaked out, raising his head back up to look again at the gorgeous, sexy older woman hard at work. After a few long, deep, sloppy and slightly gagging attempts -- at least in Capt's opinion -- to try to swallow her male sex-toy's entire penis, she pulled the slippery, shiny dick out of her mouth and moved down to lap at one of his wrinkled, swollen cum-filled nut sacs.
+Minxy pulled back a little bit away from Capt's groin area, smiled broadly back at the cute lil' boy she had helplessly captivated by her ministrations, and gave him a playful wink before going back to work with her mouth and tongue. Capt reached down and grabbed hold of a thick handful of the American babe's thick auburn hair, pushing her face in hard against his scrotum.
+She had been alternating her attentions from one to the other, running her tongue around the wrinkled skin and then taking the ball sac into her mouth to suck upon, but now that Capt was becoming the aggressor, Minxy paused, and wondered to herself whether she should allow the gutsy upstart to become the dominant party in this latest encounter. It was one of her biggest turn-ons, to be the fiery, harsh mistress who controlled the sexual escapades for her own selfish pleasure.
+Now though, Minxy stared up at Capt and saw that, reflected back in his eyes, was the strength, resilience, and hunger that she had felt with Eve, upon their first encounter with the hapless, skinny cutie from Down Under. She knew that he wanted to give it to her desperately, hard and with loving passion, and her own pussy was dripping with aching anticipation.
+""Oh so you wanna be the forceful one now, huh?"" Minxy cooed with an easy, playful smirk, still with one hand firmly clasped round Capt's 'love muscle'. She reached down with the other, and slowly began to slide teasing, probing fingers around the outer lips of her own wet mound, spreading the labia lips nestled between her thighs apart so that she could stimulate as much of her throbbing twat as possible. ""Fine, do me good you fucking horny bastard! Make your 'Aunt Minxy' cum, dammit!""
+Never one to refute a lady, Capt grinned with pleasure and reached down to lift Minxy up under the arms, and with her help, she scooted up along the length of his body until they were almost nose to nose. Minxy still had a-hold of his prick, and, with a little careful maneuvering, managed to position the tip of her new lover's cock at the entrance of her pussy. Capt's hands clutched both of her buttocks, and he began to pull her down onto the full length of his hardness, feeling the exquisite tightness of Minxy's wet, throbbing snatch.
+""Ohhhh shit! Goddamn your pussy feels so good!"" Capt groaned, as he held onto Minxy's ass firmly and helped to thrust his cock up inside her. Capt's pelvis was banging up into Minxy's with such force, that both their bodies shook with their coupling antics. Their bodies strained under the workout, and sweat began to pour off both of them in copious amounts.
+Minxy sighed softly as the waves of stimulating pleasure coursed throughout her body, radiating out from her stretched cunt. Her pussy hadn't been filled for quite some time, and she grunted out loud as one of Capt's fingers flickered over her budding clit. Jesus, she thought ruefully, this kid knew how to tease her just right...
+""Ah yeah, just like that Captain. Ooh fuck yeah fill me up like this,"" she whispered. Capt spread the cheeks of her ass apart as he drove his cock relentlessly into her twat, and slipped one forefinger into the crack between her butt-cheeks, sliding it along the firm skin of her puckered anus. Minxy cried out at the unexpected stimulation, but then let out a short laugh.
+The boy really did know how to push all the right buttons, Minxy thought with a sly smirk. And the fact that his finger pushing lightly up against her sensitive asshole had come as a shock to her, added another level of illicit joy to the sensation entirely.
+Minxy worked herself back down against Capt's penis, feeling the swelling tool deep inside her cunt on the downward drives and sighing in ecstasy as he kept on teasing that rock-hard nub of turgid flesh that was her clit.
+Her face was inches away from the Australian's, and as she stared into his eyes, Minxy couldn't help but remember those sexy, steamy IM conversations she had over the Net with him -- how she enjoyed his teasing nature and his wry sense of humor.
+Minxy thought she had come to know something of the young man over that period of time, and had fantasied about being with him on more than a few occasions. The reality was far better than anything she could have imagined, and that was just what Minxy had hoped for. She was overcome by emotion, and leaned in to kiss Capt hard on the mouth, flicking her tongue into his mouth in a fit of passion.
+It was a spur of the moment thing, and Capt in turn was swept up in kiss, thrusting himself back against her and Frenching her just as hard as she did him. All the while, they were still fucking like rabbits, and Capt grunted as he felt the first stirring signs inside him of an intense climax.
+They broke their kiss at last, and Capt with a straining heave, rolled both of them over on the floor, so that now it was him on top and Minxy below him with her back pressing in against the ground. Spreading her legs further apart, Capt drove down into her with a furious force that gripped his very soul. He made sure that both his hands were now off her round, firm ass, and were instead pressing into the ground on both sides of Minxy's head as he thrust downwards into her pussy. The squishing sounds of their moist privates working just the way nature intended them to, filled the room.
+Capt felt the blood rushing in his ears, and let out a savage roar as he felt the cum-heavy sacs bashing against Minxy's body. Soon, he knew he was going to cum real hard, despite the fact that he still had much more he wanted to do to the sexy lady. Oh well, there was always next time!
+""You're screwing me so good, darling,"" Minxy cooed, ""but are you going to cum now? My pussy must be really driving you wild!""
+She reached down to cup the young guy's swollen nuts, feeling the bloated weight of them and squeezing the sensitive pair lightly. Capt gasped in a heady mixture of pleasure and pain, his body tingling with the sensations. He eased back on the fucking motion, and then slowly slid out of Minxy's dripping cunt.
+Capt took that moment to survey the rest of the room, and saw that the others had all broken off into pairs or threesomes of their own, and were all in various acts of lovemaking. The sounds of their erotic couplings echoed off the walls, and Capt smiled broadly, amused that he and Minxy had been in their own private little world of passion and desire, and had completely forgotten the fact that they were not alone.
+Minxy had taken the opportunity to sliver her way back down 'til she was just above her lover-boy's hard, pulsating shaft, taking the length of his cock into her mouth and letting it slide languidly down her open, welcoming mouth. The wet suctioning feel of the gorgeous MILF-type's mouth around his rod made Capt groan in agonized pleasure, and he grabbed the back of her head again, forcibly working her head up and down on his hardness. Light streams of saliva were dribbling out of the corners of her mouth as the blow job became more sloppy and intense, but neither Minxy nor the rapturous Capt seemed to give half a damn.
+""Hey, bring that tasty pussy up here so I can eat you out, Aunty Minxy,"" Capt called out, and the woman, with her lips wrapped tightly around the base of her stud's throbbing hard-on and her eyes sparkling with sensual delight, moved quickly to fulfill the young man's request. Soon she was lowering her own twat down on Capt's waiting face, while Minxy in turn continued to bob her head up and down on his prick, sucking away at him for all she was worth.
+Capt's tongue slipped through the fleshy folds of Minxy's outer pussy lips, and he lavishly slurped up some of the excess twat-cream that had gathered there. His mouth clamped around the opening, and he sucked hard on her cleft, making the squirm above him and thrust her pelvis in hard against his face.
+Pushing his tongue deep inside her moist hole, Capt reached around as best he could with one of his hands and began to slowly, sensuously play with her clitoris, which was nestled in between the folds of her snatch just beyond the reach of his mouth or tongue.
+Minxy's squirming motions quickly turned into wild thrashing, and she pulled her mouth off Capt's slick dick to grunt and cry out in maddening abandon. ""Oh fucking Christ! That's it baby, eat my pussy just like that! Suck my twat and make me cummmm!!""
+He sure didn't need to be forced or otherwise coerced into giving Minxy the best oral workout he possibly could, as the reward Capt was looking forward to most of all, her sweet juicy girl-cum, was pouring into his mouth as he brought his female lover to the point of climax. As she screamed in crazed lustrous release, her orgasm building up quickly and then unleashing itself from deep within Minxy's soul, Capt flickered his tongue around the budding hardness that was her clit, then took it into his mouth and pulled back on it lightly as he moved to finger her snatch with all the forceful drive he could muster.
+Minxy was squirming about under the vicious penetration of Capt's fingers, as her body jerked and shuddered as she came. Her twat was heaving out a copious amount of lubricating juices, and her lover's thrusting digits kept driving into her with maddening intensity.
+As the sheer strength of her sexual release slowly began to ebb away, Capt moved swiftly to pull his fingers out of Minxy's pussy with an audible 'pop', as the suction that held them inside her was forced to relent and let the probing digits go. He then stopped sucking on the swollen, rock-hard and blood-gorged little clit button, and moved to lap at the overflowing, quite sensuous twat between Minxy's legs.
+Eating out a pussy such as hers, was nothing short of a heavenly experience. If Capt was a religious man, he would have thought he was feasting upon divinity itself, such was the joy he felt at licking back as much of Minxy's creamy jizz as he possibly could. And the woman above him, in turn, cooed and sighed in obvious pleasure at his work on her snatch.
+Capt wondered why he hadn't felt the rushing sensation of an impending climax, himself, for quite some time. Then he thought about it, and realized that he'd been so swept up in his own work on Minxy's pussy, that he'd hardly even considered his own pleasure and his own need to cum.
+Minxy hopped off the top of her Aussie stud-muffin, then reached down to grab hold of his rigid cock again, and gave him a lop-sided little grin. ""Now, I guess it's time I take care of this, ah, BIG boy, for my favorite 'nephew',"" she said with a husky laugh.
+It had been a running theme between Minxy, Capt, and a third female participant, Hallowed Eve, who was Capt's 'sister' and Minxy's 'niece'. A little light play-acting incest, to add a little spice to their conversations online and posts on the Literotica site. Capt was more than happy with all of the role-playing during their sensual antics.
+""Can I help with that, 'Aunt' Minxy?"" a voice called out softly, and out of the corner of his eye Capt caught Eve as she came swaying into view. She was completely nude, just like he and Minxy were, and had the lustrous afterglow of a freshly-fucked vixen out for more naughty adult fun.
+Capt couldn't believe his luck!
+""Of course you can, darlin'. You're always more than welcome to join in the fun!""
+Eve stepped right over to the two others, and stood right over Capt with her hands resting on her full hips. Her young body was firm, well toned, and perfectly proportioned in an hourglass figure most men found highly arousing. 'Sis' had full, lustrous breasts tipped by light pink nipples, a smooth flat stomach, firm butt and long sleek legs. Between her thighs, her snatch was smooth and bare, completely devoid of pubic hair.
+""Hmm, 'baby bro', you seem to be having a good time over here with Minxy. I hope you don't mind if I join in and get a taste of your lovely dick. You wouldn't think me a 'slut' or something, would you?""
+The broad smirk stretched out across Eve's cute, alluring face, and Capt knew she was in a very playful mood. Though, the sparkle in her eyes told him she was probably dripping wet between her thighs as well, quite horny and ready to get in on some more action.
+""I don't mind sluts, 'sexy sis', and you know that,"" Capt grinned back. ""In fact, I love them!""
+And with that said, Eve dropped down beside Capt's form, and reached out to take hold of a part of his rigid prick. Minxy still had a hand on part of his dick, and between the two gorgeous brunette babes, they began to milk Capt's cock with urgent intensity, giving him the best tug-job the young 23-year-old had ever experienced in his entire life.
+Eve let go of her 'baby bro's penis at last, and Minxy did as well. Then Eve dropped her head down upon Capt's cock, and took him deep into her throat. Her eyes strained against the fullness of his prick, and she almost gagged, but Eve calmed herself, forced the air in and out through her nostrils, and managed to relax and get into the smooth motion of things at last.
+""AHHHHHH FUUCCCKK!"" Capt bellowed out at the top of his lungs, as Eve worked his cock in and out of her mouth, sucking him back down as far as she could on the down-stroke. He looked over at Minxy, and saw that she was sitting back a little away from the two of them, smiling slightly and just watching the younger couple at play.
+As Capt watched her, Minxy winked and began to slide her hands up and over various parts of her full, luscious body. She cupped one full meaty boob and tweaked the rock-hard nipple between two fingers, pulling the rigid flesh up as hard as she could and twisting it to the point where it achingly hurt her. With her other hand, she moved down to slide fingers into her own wet, throbbing twat. Minxy sighed with content as she felt her probing fingers thrust in into the tight crevice between her legs, and she moaned when one of the digits found her clit and she worked it over.
+Watching Minxy play with herself while Eve sucked on his cock was something Capt had dreamed of on numerous occasions, and now, just like before, a fantasy was being fulfilled. It was again far better actually enacting his innermost desires than it was to simply imagine it, and with a hearty sigh, Capt wondered idly how long he could keep holding out.
+Suddenly, he felt the torrential rush come over him, and knew that his climax was almost upon him. Capt doubted he could resist such inevitability, especially with Eve working feverishly on his cock the way that she was, sucking his dick-pipe with ravenous intensity few could hope to match. There was no way on Earth Capt was going to tell her to stop!
+But he knew he ought to say something about the impending orgasm. ""Umph Eve, baby, I'm gonna cum real soon!"" Capt groaned out loud, as he reached down to stroke the side of her face while she continued to suck him off. ""If you won't want to take my semen in your mouth or all over your face, I suggest you stop what you're doing!""
+Eve looked up at Capt with her mouth clamped firmly around the full hardness of his cock, her eyes full of playful fire, and gave her 'brother' a cute wink before continuing on with her sucking blow-job, not easing back on the intensity of her work for even a second.
+He took that as hearty approval from her to cum whenever he was ready, and assumed that Eve knew what she was doing and would handle things the way she wanted to. Capt really did wish she would take his cum into her mouth and swallow it. That was a huge turn-on for him, when babes did that for him.
+Minxy was still playing with her dripping vagina, but now she had scooted back over much closer to Capt, and leaned in to give the enraptured younger man another hard, probing kiss on the mouth. Their tongues intertwined as Eve, still sucking away diligently at his cock, began to squeeze, caress, and tug on Capt's cum-bloated balls.
+""OHHH SHIT! Yeah that's so good..."" Capt cooed into Minxy's open mouth, as the pleasurable sensations bombarded him from all directions. Minxy raked her nails down along his flat stomach, and he cried out, arching his body up against the sharp pincers. Oh Christ that was exquisite, he thought with a hearty sigh.
+The older woman seized Capt's face in one hand suddenly, her fingers pressing hard into his cheeks as she locked him in place. Then, with his mouth hanging open just in front of her and slightly below, she spat straight into his mouth.
+Capt was somewhat taken aback by her actions, but not at all displeased, swallowing Minxy's gift of her saliva down his throat. It was one of the somewhat off-beat fetishes he had, enjoying spitting into lovers' mouths or having them spit back into his. Weird, he knew, but then that was TheCaptain all wrapped up -- a little depraved, a little perverted, but honest and out for the fun of life.
+Minxy looked down at Capt now and smiled coyly, saying, ""I've read a few of your stories, and figured you would like that."" She was a little nervous, hoping that the young man didn't think she was strange or had overstepped the mark with that action.
+Capt simply let out a short laugh, and replied, ""No way, Minxy. That was fantastic!"" With her fears allayed, the brown-haired beauty leaned down and lapped at the spunky young man's open mouth with her tongue, then jammed her lips in hard against his and let herself be swept away by the moment. Capt's hands explored her back and behind, and before either of them knew it, their naked bodies were grinding against each other in a tangled, savage mess of heaving flesh.
+""AAAAHHH DAMN HERE I CUUUUUMMMMMMM!!' Capt screamed out with all his might, expelling all the air that was left in his lungs as his spunk blasted out of the tip of his dick, and shot straight into Eve's sucking mouth.
+She had made sure that her lips were clamped tightly around the base of Capt's schlong when he finally did climax, slurping back on his jerking, vibrating prick as blast after blast of hot jizz shot out. The first squirt of hot cum striking the back of her throat made Eve's whole body jerk in a mixture of surprise and pleasure, as she felt herself have a mini-orgasm of her own at that moment, having worked herself up into a frenzy giving oral.
+Despite the excitement she felt, though, Eve's mouth didn't leave Capt's dick until the very last spurt of semen had shot out. She carefully slid her mouth back up along the length of Capt's now deflated member, careful to keep her lips shut tight, and then tilted her head back just a little as she slipped her mouth off his dick entirely. Her eyes alight with joyous mischief, Eve smirked as she wiped at the corner of her mouth, picking up just a little bit of dribbled spunk that had overflowed out over the side.  
+""Oh Eve, baby girl, I have to share that with you!"" Minxy cooed in a soft husky voice, quickly scurrying over to the other lady. She took Eve's hand in both of hers, and licked the spilled cum hurriedly off her skin, obviously savoring the salty taste of Capt's spunk.
+Then, the two women slowly moved in to kiss, and as Capt looked on in utter fascination as their mouths opened wide and Eve began to share her load of jizz with her dear friend. Much of the juicy semen was pushed out of Eve's mouth and into Minxy's, by the sassy woman's tongue, and as Capt looked on they swapped the cum-load backwards and forwards between each other, until they each had a roughly equal amount.
+The ladies then carefully pulled apart, making sure to shut their lips tight to stop any undue leakage, and turned to their disbelieving observer. Their eyes glimmering with sensuous delight, both Minxy and Eve swallowed their loads of cum together, gulping the sweet nectar of Capt's spunk down their throats. When they saw the look of pure unadulterated joy plastered all over Capt's face, the two women burst out laughing together, and the sound of their sexy amusement was enough to sent the drained, thoroughly satisfied young man's heart a-flutter.
+Eve reached over, and ran her fingers through the cute lil man's short-cropped black hair. Her 'baby bro' really was a very handsome man, and Eve knew she was thoroughly going to enjoy their time together over.
+""That was wonderful, boy-o,"" she said with a broad grin, ""but next time, you're gonna have to eat my pussy and fuck me senseless, too!"""
+250,"Orgy, Literotica Style! Ch. 05",lipsofanangel,Chain Stories,2007-05-03,2007-05-03,2022-01-08 03:53:20,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/orgy-literotica-style-ch-05,And the party continues...,"['Double Penetration', 'Literotica Style! Ch. 05', 'Orgy', 'Rubbing Clit', 'Vibrator']",2.5,"LipsofanAngel and Talimenios tumbled into their suite, kissing each other passionately. This vacation was exactly what they needed to re-ignite the spark between them that had seemed to have dwindled lately. First at the waterfall and then with Vis...the passion was back, and now there seemed to be an endless supply. They left the door to the suite open, not caring who walked by or who might happen to stop in. Part of the fun was the surprise, they were learning. And they were all for it.
+""We should check out our room,"" Tali murmured against Lips' mouth, chuckling when a hand found its way to her breast. ""It looks really cool from what I can see.""
+""I just need to know where the bed is and I'm all set,"" Lips replied, pinching and twisting Tali's nipple.
+Tali groaned and gently pushed her girlfriend away. ""We have our own personal dance club and you're worried about the bed? C'mon, where's your imagination?""
+That made Lips snort (well, after she pouted), and she began to walk around the suite, checking everything out. ""We have a wet bar, I like that,"" she noted, going behind the counter and ducking underneath. ""And it's even stocked. Glasses too. We could make anything our hearts desired without a problem.""
+Tali chuckled. ""We'd pay through the nose for it too, probably.""
+Lips stuck her tongue out, coming back around the bar. ""C'mon, where's your imagination?"" she mocked, causing Tali to smack her ass. She gasped and then pushed Tali up against the wall, pinning her arms above her head. ""Do that again and we will find Eve and her bondage room and I will let every single one of them torture you until you pass out from the pleasure.""
+""Don't make promises you can't keep,"" Tali mumbled, leaning forward to kiss her girlfriend hard. After a moment they broke apart again, and Lips peeked into the bedroom to see what was there.
+""Hey baby, we have a great bed!"" she called out, and from the sound of her voice, she was bounding on said bed. ""I could curl up right here and have a nap if I wasn't so damn horny.""
+Lips was obviously not being subtle today, and that made Tali chuckle. Lips was usually the more reserved of the two in person, but she was stepping out of her comfort zone for this get-together, there was no doubt about that. ""Well then get out here and I'll rock your world!"" she teased, looking into the bedroom and wiggling her eyebrows.
+Just as Lips was about to go out there, she heard a man's voice. A slow smirk crossed her face and she stood just out of sight, waiting to see who it was and what they wanted.
+""Nice room,"" Sean Renaud said as he surveyed the digs. ""You have your own little nightclub here. Why aren't you taking advantage of it?""
+Tali grinned, motioning to the turntables and stereo system. ""Why don't you get the party started for us?""
+""As long as you wait for me,"" came another voice. Texguy84 stepped in and immediately went to the bar, grabbing himself a bottle of water. He wanted to see what was going on before helping himself to something more.
+Sean chuckled. ""The more the merrier. You can't do a good bump-n-grind with only two people. Well, standing up anyway."" He winked at Tali and she raised an eyebrow, feeling her temperature rise just a bit. Sean started the music, messing around with the buttons and grinning as the music started booming from the speakers. ""Should we close the door or give everyone a show?""
+As if on cue, Lips came back into the room. She'd changed into a short black miniskirt and a blood red halter while she was hiding in the bedroom, and she carried a small black bag with her. ""I prefer the show. But you're going to be putting it on for me.""
+Tex, Tali and Sean all turned to look at her, and the two guys had similar expressions of surprise. Tali, on the other hand, grinned from ear to ear. They'd discussed the possibilities of this get-together thoroughly, so she had a pretty good idea of what her girlfriend had in mind.
+Lips didn't say anything at first, going over to the couch and sitting down. ""What are you waiting for? Dance up on her, let her feel what you have to offer."" Sean took the bait easily, grabbing Tali by the hips and pulling her against him. Tex paused for a moment, seemingly debating, and then came up behind her, grinding against her ass and placing his lips against the back of her neck.
+Tali purred and Lips stretched out on the couch that was along the side of the small wooden dance floor, enjoying the show. ""Don't be afraid to get freaky. Hell, strip naked and fuck right here. I promise, I'm not a jealous girlfriend. In fact...I just might enjoy it and give a little show in return."" She slid one leg down to the floor, showing off the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear under her skirt.
+Tex looked at Lips for a long moment, then decided to test the boundaries. He pulled Tali's shirt off, unclasping her bra right after. The clothes were tossed aside and Sean squeezed the bared breasts, then kissed Tali hard. Tali moaned and slid her hands under Sean's shirt, running her nails down his chest until he growled.
+""You know what would be really hot?"" Lips said from the couch. Tali and Tex looked at her while Sean kissed Tali's neck, distracted although he was still listening. Lips chuckled and then continued. ""I think you both should fuck her. As long as you're not afraid to fuck her in the ass. Because I know she'd like that.""
+Tali moaned, causing Lips to laugh again. ""See what I'm saying?"" Sean paused for a moment, his brow wrinkled in thought, and then worked on getting Tali's pants down and off. She kicked them off once they were down and then turned around, kissing Tex hard and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, making sure any underwear he happened to be wearing came with. Sean got himself stripped naked and licked his lips. Lips murmured something in appreciation but it went pretty unnoticed; the three of them were caught up in checking out each other.
+""Don't just stand there,"" Tali said, reaching back and pulling Sean flush against her ass, her other hand pulling Tex forward until the two men were sandwiching her. ""You heard what my girl said. And if you're smart, you don't ignore her orders.""
+It was Tex's turn to chuckle and he sat down, pulling Tali on top of him. They started making out heavily, and Lips reached into the bag, pulling out a bottle of lube and tossing it down in front of Sean's feet. ""Better prepare her, that is, if you want to play too."" There was a challenge in her voice and Sean took it, lubing his fingers and kneeling down, sliding one in Tali's ass without any further warning.
+She groaned, rocking back against his finger. ""Fuck yes,"" she gasped, sliding up and maneuvering herself so she could slide down on Tex's waiting cock. They both moaned and slowly set up a rhythm between the three of them, Sean adding a second finger.
+Sean stretched her, twisting his fingers, until Tali let out a growl that even made Lips' take notice. ""Fuck my ass right now,"" she said, and Lips just grinned. She pulled the other items from her bag and waited while Sean got into position. When he started to slide inside of Tali, she slid her favorite vibrator inside her self, mimicking his movements as best she could.
+Tali was in heaven, that much was certain. It was a bit awkward at first - she'd always dreamed about being double penetrated but had never had the opportunity. After a few uncertain thrusts and rocks the three of them settled into a rhythm, and Tali leaned forward to kiss Tex hard, groaning the whole time.
+""You're filling my baby up,"" Lips murmured, never taking her eyes off of them. ""Better get her off too or there will be hell to pay.""
+She was so focused on watching the three of them fuck, she never noticed the woman who had wandered into the room, taking in the display with hungry eyes. SaucyMinx, aka Minxy approached Lips after a moment, kissing her hard and squeezing a breast through her top.
+""It looks like you could use a little help,"" she murmured as she pulled away. Her fingers slid down between Lips' legs, rubbing her clit in circles as she kissed Lips' neck.
+""Fuck,"" Lips moaned, her hips rocking as she pushed the vibrator further inside of her. ""You two need to get Tali off or I'm going to come without you all, and that would be sad.""
+Sean and Tex went to town, fucking Tali in long, deep thrusts. Tali screamed in pleasure, sitting up enough to reach for her own clit, rubbing it hard. Tex tangled his fingers with hers, working with her to bring her closer and closer to release.
+""So good, so fucking good,"" Tali said, whimpering. ""So close. Fuck.""
+Lips slid her hand between Minxy's legs, rubbing her through her clothes much in the same way that she was being rubbed. Minx moaned and kissed Lips again, capturing the low growl that escaped her lips when she came, her juices dripping from the vibrator onto the leather couch cushion.
+""Damn,"" she whispered, pushing Minxy down on the couch. She was just about to go to town when she heard groans coming from the trio on the floor. Immediately distracted, she watched as Tali arched her back, coming hard around Tex. The tightening must have been enough because Tex came soon after, only to be followed by Sean. The three collapsed in a heap on the dance floor, causing Lips to chuckle.
+""You're not even noticing our new guest, that's very rude,"" she chided, squeezing Minxy's breasts. ""I think you need to remedy that.""
+The three looked up, their faces slowly becoming predatory. ""No worries, Lips,"" Tex said with a smirk. ""We definitely will."""
+251,A Paperback Romance Ch. 02,LuciousBi-Writes4U,Chain Stories,2006-03-08,2006-03-08,2022-01-08 03:45:09,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/a-paperback-romance-ch-02,Annabelle revels in college life in a story about Dartmouth.,"['Cheap Romance Novels', 'College', 'Desk Sex', 'Dime Novel', 'Paperback', 'Romance', 'Romance Novels', 'Sex With Professor', 'Sixty-Nine']",3.65,"**Ch2 ~Literary Desires**
+Anna Belle showered and changed into her clean baby doll nighty. It was pretty on her, made her feel kind of silky and sexy. Its light blue silk smooth across her breasts, its lace hem scratchy against her thighs. Twirling her thick chocolate brown locks around her fingers she pinned them up with an alligator clip and allowed their ends to cascade over its top in a mess of spirals that bounced naturally and beautifully with her every move. She looked into the mirror and puckered her lips as she slid on some glittery Bonnie Belle Pina Colada Chap Stick.
+Just as she started to loose herself within her own sultry gaze and begin to think about the many beautiful women in her 'dime novels' reality stuck. Like lightning as the multicolored tail of the calico cat she called Rebel wrapped around her leg and sent a shock of static electricity between him and Anna and the rug they both stood on.   ""Damn it, Rebel!"" You scared the crap out of me. Anna Belle complained to the cat as she gently pushed him too the side with her leg.
+He 'meowed' an indifferent apology and padded off to stand in front of his bowl. Giving her his most conniving look to beg for his dinner.
+""Rebel, I thought we had a pact around here, I eat first...then you get yours."" Anna Belle replied to his silly posturing.
+She relinquished and fed the hungry cat first then nuked herself an unsatisfying 'TV' dinner. After flipping channels on the satellite for an hour she resigned her self to a good CD and her pile of new books. One for the bed she thought, nothing better than a cheap romance novel to snuggle up with at night. After all the only one you had to satisfy that way...was yourself.
+ _Literary Desires_ was the name of her newest delivery. Anna Belle smiled. A romance about college life and education...things she didn't know much about coming from her neck of the woods. But desires, desires she new—after all there was no where in the world less forgiving and less friendly than the little hole in the earth she called home. Her books—her desires—and Rebel's companionship were the only things that got her through the days—and the long, lonely nights.
+Sinking into the satin sheets Anna slipped out of her world and into the world of Dartmouth College.
+ _Jenny loved her freshman existence. It was so different here from her life back home, new friends new roommates, classmates and professors. New ideas and avenues opened before her very eyes._
+But she loved her intro to Lit. Class the most. Her professor Ashby was the captain of the rugby team...and quite rugged himself. With his strawberry blonde hair and auburn beard and moustache. And dapper smile...one of those I know I'm sexy...and I know you like it smiles. The kind that made his grass green eyes sparkle with a smile all there own.
+Jenny liked how open-minded he was. He didn't just lecture; he'd start with a leading thought or two and then turn the class loose. Free thinking he called it. And he allowed talk on topics that a lot of other professors wouldn't. Today's discussion on Romeo and Juliet hadn't taken ten minutes to get into the sex debate. Was it adolescent lust that killed them both or was it actual true love of the deepest kind...the class had come to the conclusion that it must have been a measure of both.
+Which had led Jenny to her thesis for the end of the semester paper and into professor Ketch's office for approval of her main topic idea. As they discussed her topic of sex and adolescent love the room seemed to become smaller by the second. As she sat in the luxurious chocolate leather arm chair, Ashby left his place behind his desk and came to rest on its front corner giving himself a better view of Jenny's young, fresh, heaving breasts through the V in her tight lilac sweater. And the beauty of her creamy white thighs that peaked out from between her little black skirt and tall black boots.
+Ashby new she wanted him to take her, but she was after all, the student she couldn't make the first move. He had all the power. And he loved every second of it. As Jenny talked of Juliet's willingness to die rather than live without love, Ashby reached for her ivory face and brought it in close to his chest rubbing her shoulders and caressing her long neck as he kissed her deeply.
+""I'd kiss him back and them some!"" Annabelle chuckled aloud to herself and the now purring pussy that lay atop her bed.
+""Let's see if little innocent Jenny is really the freshman she seems...or perhaps she's an upperclassman stuck in a freshman's body?"" Anna Belle continued to muse to herself as she pulled the book and herself back deeply into the satin perch she'd created as her special reading nook.
+ _Ashby bent to Jenny and allowed his face to burrow into her beautiful ivory pillows. Taking in her heaven scent as her bountiful breasts heaved with the excitement of being bared to the Professor._
+Professor Ketch unhooked her bra with one pinch to its front. And revealed in the swelling of her nipples between his teeth as he pulled and nipped first at one and then at the other. Jenny unbuttoned the professor's shirt without a word and kissed her way down to his belt as he hastily helped her undo it and helped her unleash the monster that waited beneath it.
+Slowly the professor ushered her towards the chaise and in a glorious 69 the two began to learn much more about each other. Now the professor and the student were interchangeable. As each learned from the other.
+Jenny engulfed the professor deeply and then brought him to the top to twirl and swirl her way around and back down to his bottom over and over again. As the professor feasted in the gushing honey that streamed from within Jenny's youthful pot of lust.
+""Mmm...""Anna Belle thought aloud as her fingers dipped into her own drenching honey pot. She wondered to herself as she licked her fingers clean what the young perky freshman tasted like. And pretended that the juice on her fingers belonged to the student not herself.
+ _Taking her then to his desk the professor turned the student away from himself and forced his way in to her love chamber from behind. Grabbing her warm brown hair in his hands for stability and a measure of more strength and control—riding her until they both screamed out in the true pleasure of sheer lust and enjoyment of another human's body and nothing more_.
+As Anna shoved her fingers vigorously in and out of herself, she came in unison with the glorious paring of professor and student. Tossing the paperback romance novel to the floor she wondered what the next title would be... and what wonder filled adventure would be brought to her between its magical covers. As she drifted off into the land of contented dreams to relive the fantasy she'd read that day and dream of what more was to come. She sighed as Rebel wrapped himself around her toes and the duo purred off to dreamland together."
+252,A Paperback Romance Ch. 06,Alexis661,Chain Stories,2006-04-18,2006-04-18,2022-01-08 03:45:12,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/a-paperback-romance-ch-06,Stephanie's day.,[''],3.89,"**Paperback Romance: My Life in a Year**
+ _Note to Readers:_
+Take a look at My Life in a Year for the beginning and continuation if this story. Enjoy and please continue with the feedback! Kisses
+*
+January 7th, 2005
+Stephanie awoke to her alarm bleeping in her ear. She rolled over an slapped the snooze button, groaning at having to be up so early. She only worked at the hotel on breakfast shift 3 mornings a week, and getting up at five in the morning was killing her.
+She snuggled under the covers anyway, trying to keep her eyes open. Sighing, she turned on her bedside lamp and as she drew her hand away, her eyes fell on her recent read, a cheesy romance novel she picked up at a second hand store earlier in the week. It was a good story so far, with a heroine name Jane who's suitor was a rich business man. It was the generic story that one would find in any romance novel, but it had recently become more interesting because the suitor's name was Dylan. She thought it was quite ironic.
+She glanced at the bedside clock again and decided that it was still early enough that she could get a few pages in. She propped up her pillow and opened to the dog eared page. She was at the part when Jane has gone to meet Dylan for drinks at his mansion.
+ _Jane entered through the front door, held open by the butler. Nervously she stepped inside, allowing him to take her coat. She smoothed her skirt and self consciously touched her hair, brushing a strand of blonde behind her ear._
+The butler escorted her into the living room, where Dylan was waiting, his form leaning against the fireplace, a brandy in one hand. When he heard them enter, he looked at her and smiled. She practically melted to the floor.
+""I'm glad you came,"" Dylan said, walking across the marble floor to her. He took her hand and gently raised it to his lips.
+""Thank you for inviting me,"" she replied, her breath catching. She followed him to the awaiting table, set beautifully with china, candles and a chilled wine.
+""I wasn't sure what you drank, so I took the liberty of having several choices."" He spread his hands to show her the various bottles of reds and whites, waiting to be poured.
+""I'll have a glass of white, please,"" Jane said in barely a whisper.
+Dylan laughed. ""This isn't a museum. You can speak normally.""
+""Sorry,"" she replied meekly, embarrassed that she was intimidated by him, the mansion, the grandness. With the wine poured, Dylan led her to the massive couch and they sat side by side, him shifted slightly towards her.
+""Tell me,"" he said, reaching for a strand of hair and playing it between his fingers, ""What would you do if I kissed you right now?""
+Jane thought a moment, a breath away from his mouth, thinking it would heaven to kiss his lips, taste his tongue. Before she could give him an answer -
+Stephanie's alarm went off again, reminding her that her five minutes of snooze time was up. ""Shit."" Sighing, she folded the corner of the page and threw back the covers. She stretched, grabbed her uniform and headed into the shower. She walked passed her roommates room, Mary, and could hear her softly snoring. ""Lucky,"" Stephanie said to herself.
+With the shower started and the steam filling the room, she stepped beneath the spray. Her nipples automatically stood up, pink peaks beneath the water. In a deep voice she said, ""So, Stephanie, what would you do if I pinched your nipples?"" She batted her eyelashes against the water and in a high pitched voice, responded, ""Why, Dylan, I would love it if you pinched my nipples. Oh, it feels so good!"" She switched to the deep voice, ""In that case..."" At the same time, she reached with her left hand and tweaked the tip, arching into her hand, a rush of pleasure rushing to her center. ""Oh, Dylan!"" She moaned, now rubbing her mound in full circles. She took her right hand, splaying it over her torso, following the rivulets of water to her center, where a soft patch of downy hair awaited her. She slipped a finger between the folds. In a deep voice she simulated Dylan.
+""You're so hot. Are you ready for me?"" In her own voice she responded to herself by saying, ""Oh, please! Touch me.""
+She began rubbing her clit with one hand, her nipple with the other, hot water sliding over her body. Her body responded with eagerness, her climax coming quickly, more so than usual. With her eyes closed, she visualized Dylan in her, touching her, fucking her.
+""Hey!"" Mary called, banging on the door and Stephanie's eyes shoot open.
+""What?"" She called out, exasperated, frustrated at the interruption.
+""I gotta pee!""
+""Damn it."" Stephanie said to herself. Out loud she responded, ""Sure, come in."" Mary opened the door and Steph heard her pee.
+""Don't worry, I wont flush."" Mary said joking. ""Do you want a ride to work today?""
+""No, I'm good. Hey, why are you up so early?""
+""My grandma is in town and I promised my mom I would take them to brunch. Richmond isn't as close as one would think.""
+""Oh, well, have fun. Tell them I said hi.""
+""Yep,"" Mary said, stifling a yawn. She closed the door on her way out and Stephanie finished her shower.
+By 8:30, she was dressed in her uniform grays, and was putting in an order for a table of six, four of which were children who were behaving like animals. Each time she went into the dining room, she searched for Dylan, but hadn't seen him yet.
+""Who are you looking for?"" One of the other waitresses asked after she had poked her head into the dining room for the fifth time.
+""Oh, no one."" Embarrassed, she went to the employee lounge and sat eating her breakfast of toast and an orange on her ten minute break and read a few more pages of her book.
+ _Before she could give him an answer, Dylan took the liberty of pulling her close to him, his breath sweet. Jane closed her eyes, giving in to his touch, leaning into his body. He crushed her to him, his hand encircling her waist, and his lips touched hers._
+A rush of fire went to her center, sending a jolt of electricity to her core. She arched into him, moaning gently into his soft lips, her hands going to his head.
+""I've never felt this way before,"" Dylan said between nips and kisses. ""You're so much more woman than I could ever ask for.""
+""Oh, Dylan,"" Jane replied, reaching for shirt. ""I never knew that it could be like this.""
+Dylan leaned back on her, pressing her into the soft velvet couch, her hair spreading wildly around her. His mouth traveled from her mouth to her neck to her shirt line. She arched into him and pressed his head to her more deeply.
+""Oh, take me!"" Jane moaned, trailing her hand -
+""Hey, Steph. Your boy is here.""
+Jolted, yet again from her fantasy world, Carrie, one of the other waitresses, called into the break room that Dylan had come in. She smiled and closed her book, stuffing it back into her purse. She straightened her hair and her skirt, and walked into the breakfast room.
+Dylan had placed the menu back on the table as she came from the back, laughing with Carrie about Dylan. He smiled at her as she came over She smiled back and grabbed the silver pot of coffee and headed his way.
+""So,"" she said, pouring. ""How was the rest of your night?"" She tried to keep the laughter from her voice.
+""Well, it wasn't a pleasant one,"" he said joking.
+""Yeah, well, it wasn't much better for me either."" She pulled the tab and pen from her pocket. ""What do you want this morning?""
+""Will you go to dinner with me tonight?"" Dylan asked.
+""Sure,"" she replied, a smile playing on her lips.
+""In that case, I will have pancakes and sausage.""
+""Good choice,"" she said, writing the order down. ""I'll be back in a few."" She tried to walk away, without running from excitement to the kitchen, but as soon as she cleared the swinging door she broke into a gentle pealed of giggles.
+""So, did Mr. Hotel ask you out?"" Carrie asked, a knowingness in her voice and a smile on her lips.
+""Maybe."" Stephanie responded, placing the order ticket with the chef. She turned around and said, ""Okay. Yeah, he did.""
+""Did he say where?""
+""Does it matter?""
+""It does if you want to know what to wear. I swear, its as if you've never been on a date before,"" Carrie chided.
+""I have too."" Stephanie pouted mockingly. ""I'll ask him then.""
+When his food was ready, she put it onto the tray and carried it to his table.
+""So, where are we going?""
+""Does it matter?""
+""Well, it does matter because I need to know what to wear.""
+""Hmm. Good point. Well, I am wearing a tie, so you should wear what you think might be appropriate.""
+""Well, that leaves me a lot of answers,"" she said laughing. ""Don't worry, I wont disappoint you.""
+""There is one condition though,"" Dylan said.
+""Oh yeah, what's that?""
+""I will have to pick you up and I will be driving.""
+Stephanie put a hand on her hip and pretended to think about it. ""Oh, okay,"" she said. ""If you insist.""
+""Get back to work before I do kidnap you,"" Dylan said playfully.
+Giggling like a school girl, Stephanie went back to the kitchen and replayed the conversation to Carrie.
+""Well, anything black should work. You do have a black dress don't you?"" She asked.
+""Of course, what girl doesn't,"" she replied. Excited and nervous, Stephanie barely made it through her shift in one piece. When her shift ended at three, she couldn't contain her excitement any longer.
+She rushed home and pulled her cocktail dress from the closet, deciding it needed to be steamed before she could wear it. She dug through the closet for her black heels, and when she couldn't find them, searched Mary's closet. Sure enough, they were in the back.
+By now it was almost five, and she still needed to do her hair and makeup. She heated up her hot rollers and pulled her makeup kit from under the bathroom sink, wrapping a towel around herself so as not to get her dress covered in hairspray or foundation.
+She dumped the contents of her makeup bag onto the counter and sifted through the lipsticks and blushes and mascaras. It had been awhile since she had needed to get dolled up, but was looking forward to it tonight.
+Once her hair was set in the hot rollers, she had twenty minutes to kill before she could take them out. Arching an eyebrow, she went straight to her purse and pulled her book from the back side. She sat on the couch, snuggled into the corner and she opened the pages.
+ _""Oh, take me!"" Jane moaned, pulling at his shirt with fever. Her hand found its way into his collar, feeling the soft downy hair of his chest. Dylan's mouth had found her nipple and was rolling the bead in his mouth, sucking it gently._
+Jane arched, pleasure coursing through her body, her center becoming slippery and wet with anticipation of Dylan being inside her. She began to unbutton his shirt, pulling it from his shoulders. The fireplace was warm and the heat from their bodies was radiating from them. The soft glow of the dancing flames was more intoxicating than the wine she had been drinking.
+Stephanie let out a low whisper. ""Yeah, he's gonna give it to her alright."" She smiled and with her right hand reached under her towel and began to play with the lips of her pussy, aching to feel a release that she hand been trying to attain all day. She continued reading.
+ _Dylan had lifted her skirt to her waist, gently tugging at the pink panties she was wearing. Jane was becoming impatient and began squirming beneath his touch, anxious to feel him in her. ""Oh, Dylan, hurry, I need you!"" She moaned._
+""I want to take you now,"" Dylan said, sitting up and removing his shirt slowly. His tan skin reflected brilliantly in the firelight, and Jane could see how magnificent he really was. He overtook her again, raising her hands above her head, kissing each exposed place of her body.
+Jane could feel the pressing of his manhood between them, separated by only his slacks and her very wet panties. She grinded against him, making his press harder to her and heard him moan. ""Please,"" she begged. ""Please fill me.""
+Stephanie had worked her way into a frenzy. Her clit was swollen with desire, and her pussy lips slick with her juices. She felt the orgasm building and as she read about Dylan roughly penetrating Jane, she thought she would die from the escalating build of pleasure. As Dylan was about to come in Jane, and Stephanie was about to come by her own hand, the phone rang.
+""Fuck!"" She yelled, torn between finishing her climb or answering the phone. The thought of someone calling because of an emergency won out and she answered the phone.
+""Hello?""
+""Hey,"" Dylan said, on the other line.
+""Hey you,"" she was out of breath. ""Are you on your way?""
+""I am getting ready to get in the car. Will you send out the search party if I don't get there in thirty minutes?""
+""I don't think its that hard to find,"" she said. ""Are you sure you don't want me to come and get you?""
+""No, no. I am a man. I am quite capable of picking up my date."" He adjusted his tie in the review mirror.
+""Oh, you Tarzan, me Jane,"" Stephanie said, laughing at her own inside joke. ""Although, that could be fun.""
+""Hey,"" Dylan said. ""No dirty talk until after dinner.""
+""Yes sir,"" she replied, mock in her voice. ""Okay, well, I am, um, still getting dressed so I will see you in like, what, 20 minutes?""
+""As long as I don't get lost I'll be there. See you in a bit.""
+She hung up the phone and went back to the bathroom and took out her hot rollers, put on her makeup and slipped into her dress. Meanwhile, Mary had come home and helped with the final touches, and Stephanie told her to put back her shoes if she borrowed them.
+""Sorry,"" Mary said, sheepishly. ""So, do you know where you are going?""
+""No, he didn't tell me.""
+""Well, I am sure it will be a good time. I will be here, as usual, with nothing to do.""
+""Stop being so over dramatic,"" Stephanie said playfully. ""didn't you have like 3 dates last week?""
+""Yeah, but that was last week. I'm dateless this week.""
+""I am sure you will find something to do."" Just then Stephanie's cell rang. It was Dylan, saying he had found her house, but that there wasn't any parking.
+""Oh, just double park. I'll meet you in the foyer,"" She said.
+""I'll go,"" Mary called, already walking towards the front door. Finish getting ready."" Stephanie heard Mary re-enter the apartment and heard Dylan's voice in the living room. Mary slipped back in to her room to give her a one last once over.
+""You look hot,"" Mary said. ""I bet you're gonna get some.""
+""Maybe,"" Stephanie replied, lifting her breasts slightly in the black dress and smiling. ""Show time."" She stepped from her room, wearing the cocktail dress; a fitted sheath with a low back, stopping only a few inches above her ass, and black strappy heels. Her hair was up, piled on top of her head, ringlets of curls escaping and framing her eyes and cheekbones.
+Dylan took a deep breath in as their eyes locked. Stephanie arched an eyebrow, taking in his dark suit and silk tie. ""So, do I pass the test?"" she asked.
+""Wh- what test?"" Dylan stammered.
+""Knowing what was appropriate to wear when only told that the person taking you out is wearing a tie. I hope its not too much.""
+""You look fantastic, Steph,"" Dylan said, still staring.
+""Are those for me?"" She asked, pointing to the roses in his hand.
+""Oh, yeah. Duh.""
+""I'll grab a vase for these,"" Mary said, enjoying the sparks flying around the room. ""I'll see you when you get back.""
+Stephanie smiled gratefully at Mary and let Dylan help her into her long black coat. On the way out the door, she grabbed her small overnight bag and whispered to Mary, ""Don't wait up.""
+Dinner was a pleasure and Stephanie leaned a lot about Dylan; his family, his parents and she told him about her family's twisted tree too. When dinner was over and they had finished more than two bottles of wine, it was time to go.
+While Dylan got the bill, she excused herself to use the ladies room. While there, she checked her purse for her lipstick, condoms and her book. She was determined to finish what she started earlier that day. Except Jane wasn't going to get fucked, it was going to be her. Stephanie smiled and headed back to the entrance and waited for Dylan."
+253,A Paperback Romance Ch. 09,wife2hotblk,Chain Stories,2009-04-05,2009-04-05,2022-01-08 03:45:13,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/a-paperback-romance-ch-09,A woman finds more than she bargained for in a book.,['Native American'],3.67,"**A Paperback Romance: Bravewolf**
+Lisa Travers walked to the front of the small used book store that she owned with her best-friend and former assistant. It was almost seven and she could see the sun sinking lower towards the blue waters of the Pacific. The old three story house along the famous Pacific Coast Highway just south of Ventura was an idyllic location. In addition to the occasional tourist that stopped for vacation reading material, they had a sold customer base of locals, especially the wives from the nearby naval base. Since Afghanistan and Iraq, the lonely wives had been even more regular visitors to A Paperback Romance.
+The first floor of the historic house was devoted completely to the store. It walls were painted in pastel murals of romantic scenes. There was the desert scenery replete with its Native American hero and his Wild West heroine. On another wall was the Southern belle in her hoop skirts and her Rhett Butler- isk hero. But Lisa's favourite was the blonde Viking and his captured maiden prize.
+Of course, there were also rows upon rows of book shelves lined with new and used romance novels. There were no other genres; just romance. It was the one thing sadly missing from Lisa's live. At thirty-nine, she had never been married. She had never even been in love; at least not the kind of love that was captured in the millions of paperback pages that surrounded her daily.
+She had spent her time instead building a career as an attorney. Until a year and a half ago, she had been one of California's best corporate lawyers. Her clients had included several Fortune 500 companies as well as studios and dotcoms. She was a partner in a prestigious firm. She owned a fashionable condo in a high-rise on the beach. She had a large circle of acquaintances including several males, who could be pressed into service as an escort to a premier or awards should she need one. She had felt that her life was going exactly as planned.
+All of that had changed though when she and her assistant had been attacked as they worked late one night. The attacker was her assistant and friend's ex- husband. They had been engaged in a bitter custody battle over their five year old daughter since Lisa had encouraged Katrina to leave the abusive relationship. When the judge granted custody to Katrina, her ex-husband had lost it. He had stalked and attacked them when he knew they were virtually alone in the office. If the building security guard had not gotten curious about why the delivery man was taking so long, they would have both died. Instead it was their saviour that paid with his life, but not before alerting the police to the situation.
+Katrina had almost died from the collapsed lung and ruptured spleen from the multiple stab wounds. Lisa had mostly defensive wounds on her hands and arms, except for the single stab wound to her abdomen that had come inches from her womb. Until those long hours and days she lay in the hospital recovering, she had never spent much time thinking about her womb. She had just assumed that children were not part of her plan, but having come so close to death and almost losing the ability to bear a baby, she had begun to re-evaluate that decision...and most of the other ones in her life as well.
+She had also discovered a new passion: paperback romance novels. Katrina had always been addicted to the stupid things. She always had a couple in the huge purse that she brought with her to work each day. She would read them on the bus to and from work as well as during her lunch hour each day. So Lisa had taken to reading them to her friend as she lingered in the drug induced coma that the doctors had placed her in to allow her battered body to heal. That was all it took: Lisa became as addicted to the tawdry love scenes and happy endings.
+By the time that the doctors cleared her to return to work six weeks later, she had formed a plan. It had not taken that much of her legendary persuasive ability to convince Katrina, whom she had come to recognise as her one true friend, to join her in her folly. She had sold her condo and resigned her partnership. She had also liquidated enough of her resources to invest in their new dream: A Paperback Romance.
+The moment they had seen this house; it had been instant love...although perhaps not the same type as in the books. It had required more than a little tender loving care to restore it to its previous grandeur. They had discovered that it had been the weekend love retreat of two of silent films most famous actors; the Brangelina of their day. The ground floor offered a huge front room as well as a small kitchen that they used to offer home-made goods to their customers; one of Katrina's many talents. There was also a smaller room that they used for weekly readings. It was decorated as authentically as possible including a large purple valour settee and several period chairs, tables and lamps.
+The most unusual feature of the house was a huge basement that they used for storage. The top two floors had been divided up and became the personal residence of Lisa and Katrina. Katrina had the large second floor with two bedrooms, a living area and bathroom. It had become a peaceful retreat for Katrina and her young daughter to heal physically and mentally from their ordeal. Lisa had taken the top attic floor. Although it was smaller, it offered her all that she needed: a single bedroom, a small study and bathroom.
+Clicking the lock into place and turning the sign in the window to 'Closed' before closing the lacy curtains in the windows. She smiled as she placed her hand protectively over her stomach; close to the large jagged red scar that streaked like lightening across her skin. Of course, if this particular private part of her plan worked like she hoped, she might well outgrow her small abode.
+It was a secret; her secret. Not even Katrina knew about this portion of the plan that Lisa had hatched in those lonely walls of her condo. She was having a baby. Perhaps not in the same way that most women became mothers, but it was the most logical choice for her. She had undergone her first insemination that morning. It filled her with awe and more than a touch of fear to realise that even now a new baby might well be growing inside her.
+But she had promised herself she would not dwell upon that; not until she knew one way or the other. She did not want to jinx it somehow. To get her mind off the temptation, she grabbed one of the new releases from the rack close to the computer checkout. She smiled as she looked at the flowing straight bleu-black hair of the Native American hero on the jacket. She wondered if she had subconsciously selected this particular book for that reason.
+Of course, she had gone with an anonymous donor. Although she could have probably asked one of her male acquaintances, her experience with Katrina's ex-husband had taught her how brutal custody issues could become. She wanted none of that for this baby; it would be her baby alone. But even anonymous donors were not completely anonymous. She knew a few things about the man would be the 'father' of her child. He was thirty-one, six foot four and half Apache. She knew too that he was highly intelligent; as was often the case with sperm donors he had been a struggling medical student that had resorted to this unusual type of deposits in order to make the cash deposits required to fund his education.
+She chuckled softly at the irony of her choice of books as she turned on the soft glow of a lamp and curled up on the lush purple settee. She knew that Katrina and her daughter, Keeleigh, would not be back for a couple of hours. There was a carnival at the elementary school; a Halloween carnival. Opening the paperback romance to the first chapter, she began:
+ _Bravewolf stared through the deep greenery at the woman. She was pale; almost too pale. But it was the red flames that rose from her head and flowed down her back, stopping just above the alabaster full bottom that held his dark eyes captive. He had seen whites before; what of his people had not seen the cursed invaders these past few years. He had never seen such a colour though. Not that it could be called a single colour for like real flames it was more a blend of various shades and hues of red, orange and gold._
+His body tightened though as she turned to stare at the outcropping of trees and bushes in which he hid. It was almost s if she could feel his presence, but he doubted that any white man would be so sensitive to the spirits. But still she crossed her arms protectively across the large, full bosoms that resembled ripe gourds. Her breasts were much too large for such a small frame. He guessed that the top of those regal flames would fit safely beneath his proud chin. His hands too could likely span her tiny waist. In many ways, she looked more child like than woman, except of course for those full bosoms and round-bottom, which were definitely all woman.
+Lisa smiled. One thing to say for this new author, she did not waste any time getting to the good stuff. If the first two paragraphs were any indicator, this book would be one of the most popular among the naval wives with their forced celibacy. Lisa curled her legs up beneath her and returned to reading the brightly worded tome.
+But the day had been long. She had gotten up before six to make the almost two hour trip into Los Angeles to the fertility clinic. That was not much earlier than her normal rising time, but Lisa had barely gotten any sleep the past few nights. In part of course it was the side-effects of the fertility drugs they had given her to optimize her chances of conceiving. Although mild, they still resulted in hot-flashes and cold sweats as well as more a bit of moodiness. Even Katrina had mentioned her behaviour was odd since it was not 'that' time of the month.
+But it was also just the magnitude of her decision. She was not without some conflict about the whole thing. Having grown up in a traditional family with two loving parents and a younger brother, she wondered about even her abilities as a single parent, even as much as she wanted this baby and without any concern about finances. But at her age without so much as a single long- term relationship to her credit, she knew that she was running out of time. If she wanted a child...and she definitely did...then this was the most logical decision.
+Yawning, she laid the book across her chest; thinking to grab a quick nap before Katrina and Keeleigh came home. She was soon drifting into a light slumber as the final rays of the setting sun filtered through the curtains as if to paint the rooms in a faint glow. But she tossed restlessly upon the narrow settee.
+Her dreams were filled with the foggy image of a tall, bronze god dressed in nothing but buckskin. His hair was not the dark black of Bravewolf. It was a soft, warm brown and was not the stick straight of most Native Americans. Instead it flowed in gentle waves down his broad back and whipped about his face in the breeze. But it was his eyes that held her gaze. They were blue; a deep dark almost purple blue. And they held the weight of the world in his gaze.
+His voice was low and smooth when he spoke, 'Where am I? Who are you?'
+Lisa thought the questions odd for a dream, but responded simply. 'I am Lisa. Your woman. Does it matter where we are?' Some whimsical side of her mind recognized it as a dream and wanted to capture the opportunity fully.
+His tanned brows furrowed as if he were trying to figure something out. But in the end, he simply nodded as he stepped from the fog. He stood directly before her. So close that she swore she could feel the heat of him warm her. Her nipples budded inside the soft white cotton of her bra. She felt a tingle between her legs as well.
+The breath exploded from her lungs when he wrapped his arm about her waist. His dark face descended slowly towards hers. She noticed the nasty dark bruise and gash on his forehead then. But she did not have time to comment before his lips fastened over hers. The kiss, if you could call it that, was demanding. His lips were firm on hers, but when his tongue swept inside her mouth, she thought she would collapse with the power of his possession.
+Lisa was not inexperienced. As a grown woman, she had her needs; she had never been one to deny herself either. She just kept things casual. But there was nothing casual about this man's kiss or touch. He seemed to brand her with each caress of his tongue and his strong hands upon her bottom. When his hand moved slowly up her torso to weight and knead her right breasts, she moaned into his open mouth.
+But he drew back then. His hand clutching dramatically at his head as he almost doubled over. She could tell that he was in terrible pain but before she could go to him, the fog began to build once more. She could barely see him, when she heard that smooth voice pronounce, 'My woman...yes.'
+Lisa sat straight up, clutching her own head with one hand and unconsciously the other wrapped about her abdomen protectively. She heard the key in the back lock and tried to compose herself before faced with the mother and daughter dynamo of Katrina and Keeleigh. But she could not lie to herself; she was shaken to the core by the dream.
+* ^*
+Thomas Bravewolf fought with all his remaining strength against the hands that restrained him. He fought blindly against the pain that threatened to consume him. In the end the familiar voice of his friend and colleague, Dr Shaun Ryan, broke through the fog of pain.
+'Be still, buddy. There was an attack. The chopper went down. You have lost some blood and there are some serious head injuries. I need you to be quiet while I examine you.'
+Looking into the dark face of one of the few men that he admired and counted as a true friend, Thomas saw the gravity of the situation reflected in the black pools of his eyes. With excruciating pain, he nodded his assent as he collapsed back against the gurney in the blazing desert heat.
+Despite the pain he tried to remember what had happened. He remembered loading medical supplies into the helicopter for the almost hour long trip to one of the remote villages along the border, where he served as not only the only medical advisor to the hundreds of US troops stationed there, but also the five thousand locals. But that was the last thing he remembered...until the dream.
+But dream did not seem quite the right word for it either. It was more like one of the ghost walker visions that he had as a young man when his grandfather taught him the ways of his mother's people. Was it possible that his mind had used that knowledge to escape the pain and trauma?
+Despite the years of formal medical training he had that entitled him to call himself a doctor; he knew the value too of other paths. He doubted that all the medicine he had learned in medical school and since would ever come close to the ancient knowledge and was that his people lost when his grandfather passed several years ago. He was a true medicine man...perhaps the last of his kind. Although he trusted Shaun, he sure wished his grandfather were here now.
+He felt the prick in his arm as he realized that someone had begun an IV. He was soon drifting in and out of consciousness. He caught the occasional snippet of the conversation in the triage. It was the hurried tone of Shaun's voice that worried him most. Shaun was always calm and cool no matter how dire the situation; so the angry commanding tone he used with his nurses told Thomas more than words could have. As he closed his eyes once more drifting into unconsciousness, he wanted to tell his friend that it would all be alright...that it did not matter if he existed in this life or the next. But he could not find his voice. So instead he simply breathed deeply and allowed himself once more to drift away."
+254,A Paperback Romance Ch. 10,al_Ussa,Chain Stories,2010-07-20,2010-07-20,2022-01-08 03:45:14,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/a-paperback-romance-ch-10,Getting published in the competitive world of Romance.,"['Anal', 'Author', 'Big Ass', 'Bribery', 'Indian Woman', 'Interracial', 'Office Sex', 'Striptease']",3.55,"**Chapter Ten: In the Sultan's Harem**
+""And then, the eloquent Circassian woman reclined on the silk pillows. Mehmet's eyes followed the graceful , curvy form of her body as she stretched, seductively exposing all of her body to him through the thin fabric of her silks clothing. The Sultan was captivated by his newest concubine, with her pale, nearly alabaster skin, dark curly hair and rose-red lips. Slowly, he rubbed his hand down her soft thighs, his actions elicitning a slight moan of pleasure from her. And he knew right then that he had to take her tonight...""
+The publisher stopped reading for a moment and looked up at Nazanin Choudhury, out of work English major and aspiring Romance novelist. Not that it was her first choice of work, mind you, but it put food on her table and paid for the rent. Besides, it was certainly better than any of the minimum wage jobs she could have gotten with her degree.
+""Well,"" she said smiling hopefully, ""What do you think so far?""
+The publisher just sighed. Nazanin knew that wasn't a good sign.
+""Look Ms. Choudhury,"" he said, ""It's not that it's a bad work. In fact, it's actually a very solid story. It's just that I see dozens, maybe even hundreds of potential Romance novels every month. For me to pick one up, it has to be exceptionally steamy...""
+Nazanin almost wanted to break into tears. She was literally crushed. All of this hard work and nothing! This was the seventh publisher she had tried to sell her manuscript to, and it looked like he was going to be the seventh one to reject it too.
+""And besides,"" he said, ""Being an as-of-yet unpublished author, it would be very difficult to sell your book. I'm sorry, but you just don't have the name recognition that our company likes to draw in readers with.""
+""Please Mr. Johnson,"" Nazanin pleaded with him, ""Can't you at least think about it? You're the only publisher in the entire city that I haven't talked to yet, and I'm getting desperate here. I really need the money. At this point, I'd be willing to do almost anything to get it published?""
+Mr. Johnson raised an eyebrow at that comment.
+""Anything you say?""
+""Yes,"" Nazanin replied quickly, ""I could make edits, change characters or plot details, even get rid of a chapter or two. I'm willing to make whatever creative changes you want if you...""
+""You said anything,"" Mr. Johnson interrupted, ""Right? Well how badly would you like to get that manuscript published?""
+It was just then that Nazanin noticed the publisher's eyes wandering over her luscious, dark-skinned body. He looked her over, inspecting her full cleavage and nice, shapely legs. Nazanin was a very sexy woman after all, so it was hardly surprising. The look of sheer lust in Mr. Johnson's eyes was something else altogether though. She knew exactly what he was thinking...
+""Why don't you close my door,"" Mr. Johnson said, ""And we can discuss this further.""
+""Are you trying to get me to have sex with you,"" Nazanin said as she stood up.
+Mr. Johnson was dumbfounded and a little worried by the tone in her voice. But before he could say anything, Nazanin stood up and closed the door, giving him a nice view of her ass as she did so.
+""Because I really like where this is going,"" she continued in a deep, husky voice.
+Nazanin decided to play along. She wasn't really attracted to Mr. Johnson at all, but it wouldn't be the first time she used sex to get what she wanted. She'd done it with a couple of her boyfriend's in the past, and once even slept with a professor back in college to guarantee she would pass his class. There was a time when she used to feel bad about it, but by this point she was more than willing to do whatever it took to make it in the cut-throat world of publishing. If it meant sleeping with an unattractive guy, then so be it...
+Nazanin started to undo the buttons on her black silk blouse, slowly revealing her thin young body to the publisher. She was wearing a lacey black bra underneath that barely could hold in her massive breasts. She let the blouse drop to the floor, standing before him in nothing more than a bra and miniskirt, her long black hair draped behind her back.
+""So what do you think,"" she asked him playfully, ""Do you like what you see?""
+""Oh yeah,"" Mr. Johnson said.
+He was still sitting back behind his desk, but Nazanin could see that he had already unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-hard cock. He was starting to fap it furiously. Nazanin guessed that this man didn't get a lot of sex.
+'Oh well,' she thought to herself, 'May as well make it memorable for the poor guy.'
+Nazanin slowly pulled down her miniskirt, until she stood there wearing nothing more than her bra, thong and high heels. She felt like a stripper, which was when an absolutely brilliant idea popped into her head. Slowly, she began to dance, gyrating her body as if to some unheard music.
+""So I was thinking,"" Nazanin purred, ""That maybe the women in the harem use a sexy dance like this to seduce the Sultan. What do you think?""
+She flaunted her tight young body, waving her sexy hips as she made her way over to the publisher. He was still jerking his cock, and a small dribble of semen was starting to spill out and onto his lap. When she got by him, the exotic aspiring author turned around so that he could get a nice long look at her sexy ass. She shook it, trying to temp the poor man with her curves.
+""Oooo,"" he said, ""How exotic! I like it!""
+Of course, he had no idea that Nazanin didn't really know how to dance. She was just mimicking the motions she had seen in all those Bollywood movies growing up. Nonetheless, she was certainly doing an excellent job at seducing the publisher. She decided it was time to up the ante, and reached around to unclasp her bra. Turning back around, she exposed her big, dark melons to the horny publisher.
+""Go on,"" she said, ""Why don't you feel these melons big boy?""
+Mr. Johnson slowly reached out, still excitedly jerking his cock with his left hand, and gently squeezed the Indian woman's large breasts. It was the most exciting thing he had done in a very long time. He squeezed again, only a little harder this time, and it sent a wave of pleasure through Nazanin's lithe body. And then, he focused his attention on her light brown nipple, pinching it ever so slightly.
+Nazanin was already starting to get a little wet by this point, so she decided it was time to go a little further. Taking the initiative, she brushed everything off of Mr. Johnson's desk, knocking a pile of papers, some pens and a cheap plastic thermos to the floor. The little coffe that was still in it spilled out, but neither of them really cared about that at this point.
+She got on top of the desk, laying down on her stomach, and proceeded to drop her panties down to her ankles. Now she was fully exposed to Mr. Johnson, and he was getting a nice view of her big, sexy ass.
+""I bet you've never done anal with a woman, have you? I thought that maybe you would like to give it a try tonight...""
+She wiggled her ass, hoping to get his attention.
+""Go ahead big boy! I'm all yours...""
+Exciting by this, Mr. Johnson stood up and dropped his pants. His cock was rock hard and ready for some action, so he spit into his palms to give himself a little traction and lined to the tip of his cock up with the sexy Indian woman's asshole. Nazanin had done anal sex several times, and she really loved it too, but that didn't change the fact that it hurt a lot going in. Even with his spit for lubricant, it took a lot of effort for Mr. Johnson to get even the tip of his cock in. And he wasn't particularly well-endowed down there either.
+Nazanin found herself clenching her eyes shut, trying as hard as she could not to screen out in pain as the publisher slowly began to sodomize her. Eventually, though, she started to feel that familiar pleasure that only an experienced anal slut knows. She moaned in pleasure as Mr. Johnson began to fuck her. It was more than a little rough, as the wad of spit provided little real lubrication for his fucking, but Nazanin was able to bear it. She'd had worse...
+As he began to get more confident, or perhaps just more horny, Mr. Johnson began to build up the tempo of his fucking, thrusting into her and literally slamming her naked body against his desk. She could feel him put his hands around her full, round ass, trying to get better traction as he anally fucked her senseless.
+In an effort to help him, Nazanin gracefully arched her back and thrust backwards, trying to squeeze as much of his member into her tight little asshole as physically possible. It felt both good and a little rough as another couple of inches slid up her well-used ass. Nazanin groaned, more out of pleasure than pain, but it was still a little uncomfortable.
+As he full, luscious breasts slid and rubbed up against his polished wood desk, Mr. Johnson ran his fingers through Nazanin's midnight-black hair. He pulled on it roughly, forcing her up a little. Nazanin had to admit that she never thought the guy had something like that it him. Rough stuff like that always managed to get her wet.
+Unfortunately for her, Nazanin didn't have much time to think about just how hot that really was, because soon he was shooting his load deep inside of her bowels. He paused for a moment to catch his breath, his rigid cock still stuck deep inside of her anal cavity. And then he pulled out, a trail of semen leaking from her and onto his floor. It was definitely going to need some cleaning tomorrow morning. Nazanin finally relaxed, and then got up and started to get dressed.
+""I said I'd be willing to do anything to get published,"" she said coyly as she buttoned up her black silk blouse.
+""So you did,"" replied an exhausted Mr. Johnson.
+Several months later, Nazanin's manuscript, 'In the Sultan's Harem' was published. It told the story of a beautiful Circassian maiden who was captured by raiders and sold into the Sultan's harem in Istanbul, where she is drawn into a series of steamy mysteries and sex with the other women, members of the royal family, the Nubian guards, and a cunning Arab rebel. Johnson Publishing House spared no expense to market the book, and within the first month it had sold three million copies worldwide.
+The next year, Nazanin published a sequel, entitled 'Escape from the Seraglo'. It was even more erotic than the first, and she had no shortage of erotic ideas to work with. Nor was she short of publishers, editors and aspiring young protégés who were all very eager to work with her. Not that anyone could blame them, of course, as Nazanin was said to be very ""hands on"" with her writing projects..."
+255,A Paperback Romance,My Erotic Trail,Chain Stories,2006-02-26,2006-03-10,2022-01-08 03:45:08,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/a-paperback-romance-ch-01,1. Anna Belle's erotic literary journey. 2. A Mailman that delivers more than the mail.,"['Blue Hawk Soaring', 'Chain Story', 'Desires', 'Dime Novel', 'Feather', 'Paperback', 'Pussy Cat', 'River', 'Romance']",3.54,"**Ch. 01: River of Desire**
+Blue Hawk Soaring's forged muscles inflated with his hand's tight grasp. Pulling Shannon O'Brien closer and closer. She placed her long finger's on his bare Indian Warrior chest attempting to push herself away from his animal lust driven kisses that were ravaging her with nips at her nape and long tongue laps at her neck. Tasting her as if preparing to bite into his next meal.
+His strong scent engulfed Shannon O'Brien's nostrils as her face was brushed by Blue Hawk Soaring's long wild, half-braided hair that lay as a vale across Shannon O'Brien's rosy red cheeks. Her body absorbed every warm touch of his lips upon her skin while her half-closed eyes watched the wind sway the forest trees and leaves. Shannon felt a kinship to this for she too was being moved in a passionate way,
+Blue Hawk Soaring released his tight grip only for a moment to look into her deep blue eyes. His face directly in front of hers while they both breathed heavily. Shannon licked her lips as if thirsty for a kiss. She leaned forward as Blue Hawk Soaring lowered his head and the two kissed as one feather fell atop Blue Hawk's headband.
+""Hot damn,"" Anna Belle yelled as she chuckled aloud. She took a quick glance around the front porch area and saw that the coast was clear. 'Hell, it is always clear.' Anna lives so far out in the piney woods of the deep south that the only male she ever sees is the Mail Man and he is 83 years old and still driving the same truck Anna has been seeing him drive for all of her 23 years of living.
+Oddly enough Anna looked forward to seeing him because he usually brought her a paperback novel. Anna is in a book club that sends her a Paperback monthly. Between that and the dime novels that she picks up at the used bookstore and the friendly exchange of books with friends is pretty much the only journeys she embarks on.
+""Go for it Shannon O'Brien, I would."" Anna Belle snickered and snorted then put her nose to the book, pulled the book to her nose and fell quickly and anxiously back into the kiss of Blue Hawk Soaring and Shannon O'Brien. Reading, the Romance Novel: River of Desires.
+""I'd kiss him and then some,"" Anna mumbled then sank into the string of words that took her on a literary romantic mental flight that quenched her thirst for a new read but also inflamed her desires.
+Blue Hawk Soaring and Shannon O'Brien embraced each other as their lips pressed tightly together. Light moans echoed as exploring hands roamed cloth to find flesh and unlock the passage to passionate pleasures. Shannon's fingers trailed down Blue Hawk's rippled stomach while her lips feasted on his urges.
+Shannon gasped as His hands moved from her waist to her breasts and pulled wildly at her clothing, tearing her blouse open fully as his mouth dove downward to suckle her exposed hard nipple. Shannon's hand fell to the back of his head and encouraged his ravaging with light pressing of her body towards his eager lips and tongue.
+She leaned against a boulder and reveled in the feelings of a man's warm mouth eating her flesh. His strength revealed in ever meshing grasp of her breasts and thighs. She opened her legs slightly allowing Blue Hawk to feast in his frenzied passion.
+""Oh My,"" Anna Belle squirmed in her seat, the front porch swing. She raised a foot and laid it on the bench while her hand run up the inside of her leg. ""Blue Hawk can feast on me, anytime."" Anna Belle's fingers pulled outward on the rim of her cutoffs, allowing room for her roaming fingers. Pulling the Romance Novel closer to her face as she began reading again with slowly twirling fingers.
+The River slowly flowed by Blue Hawk Soaring and Shannon O'Brien as they remained busy tending to each other's desires. Blue Hawk pulled Shannon O'Brien downward gently and guided her to lie in the plush green grass. She lay on her back as He pulled her torn clothes from her body. Ripping wildly at her garments removing them piece by piece.
+Shannon O'Brien now bare before him as he relished in the sight of her white, untouched by the sun, naked body. Looking up her leg and across her stomach and glaring at her perky breasts and firm pointing nipples. Then he looked at her luscious lips, settling with a gaze into her blue eyes. He leaned forward and kissed Shannon as his long strong fingers wrapped around her breast and began squeezing while his tongue rolled across hers.
+Anna Belle held the paperback 'dime novel' with one hand while her other hand toyed with her pleasing her slit. A calico cat hopped up on the porch rail and 'meowed.'
+""Not now Rebel, Blue Hawk Soaring is knee deep into Shannon O'Brien's..."" Anna Belle snickered. She pulled her damp fingers from her pants and put her hand into her blouse. Grasping her bra less breast and tugging lightly at her own nipple. The pussy cat strolled the railing with flicks of it's long stripped tail. Anna Belle soared back into her reading.
+Blue Hawk Soaring reached down and pulled his buck skin from his body and mounted himself atop Shannon O'Brien. His lips kissed hers as his hips swayed gradually and his hardened muscle found her wet opening. Her legs spread outward as her arms folded around his muscular body. Shannon's lips responded to his kisses with kisses in return while her fingernails trailed across his strong, arched back.
+Weaving passion, love and desires in every grasp, kiss and moan. The River trickled sounds of lapping water against the shore while Blue Hawk pressed and pulled his hips in heated yet restraint thrusts. Pushing himself deeper and deeper with in Shannon as his kisses became feverish and excited.
+""Damn, that Shannon O'Brien is a lucky lady!"" Anna Belle spat as her hand trailed to rest between her legs. Stroking the outside of her cutoffs with brushing fingers. Rubbing lightly and pressing to pin point her desired areas of delight. She laid the book aside for a moment as she closed her eyes while absorbed in the feelings her fingers brought her. Pleasing herself with strokes across the material till her wants warranted more.
+Anna Belle pulled the lining of her cutoffs to the side and allowed her fingers to freely touch herself. Pressing a finger deeply within her as she thought about Blue Hawk and Shannon O'Brien. Pulling and pressing against her inner walls with vibrant and frantic fingers reaching for satisfaction and fueling her lust. Melting into the touch that had her soaring to orgasmic heights.
+A wet trail flowed down Anna Belle's leg as she came to her touch. Her head went back slightly as her body slightly quivered. She slowly removed her dripping wet fingers while fluids flowed heavily from her portal of passion. Slowly raising her head and eye lids as her body released her stored juices of passion.
+Anna Belle mumbled in a low and relaxed tone, ""Now that is a river of desires."" The cat 'meowed' as if being spoken to.
+""We'll finish the novel later, right now I need a shower."" Anna Belle reached over and grabbed her books and stood up. She pulled another paperback romance novel out and read the title while opening the screen door to the house.
+""Literary Desires!"" Anna Belle smiled, as the screen door slammed shut behind her. Her pussy purred.
+
+"
+256,Progeny Ch. 03,KarennaC,Chain Stories,2009-02-12,2009-02-12,2022-01-08 03:53:21,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/progeny-ch-03,It's amazing what touch can do.,['Shower'],4.24,"_This is the third installment of the Progeny chain story, started by Slyc_Willie. My thanks to him and to the others involved. Feedback appreciated._
+ **Portland, Maine**
+Dorian looked out the unemployment office window. Fuck. It was raining again. Just what he needed.
+Weather like this reminded him of why he should get a car. Of course, even if he had a car he wouldn't be able to drive it, since his foster parents had never seen fit to let him take driver's ed. When he could scrounge up change for a bus or cab ride he was all set, but since he was between jobs right now even the one-dollar bus fare was hard to come by.
+So walking it was. Even though it was pouring outside.
+""Need a lift?""
+Dorian turned to look at the woman who had spoken. She was a couple inches shorter than he, with curly brown hair and a sweet smile. ""Didn't anyone ever teach you not to give rides to strangers?""
+""Yeah, but I'm not good at doing what I'm told."" She held out her hand. ""I'm Monica Hollis.""
+""Dorian Truslow."" He didn't shake her hand. He tried to avoid touching anyone or anything; physical contact set his gift in motion. Gift. Yeah, right. That was what one of his foster mothers had called it, when he was too young to catch on that he shouldn't let anyone know what he could do. Curse was more like it. Of course, he could always shut his mental door and keep the psychometric information out, but that gave him headaches after a while. Even though he usually only got information from objects, not people, why take a chance?
+Monica didn't seem offended, which was unusual. A lot of people got pissed off when Dorian didn't shake hands with them. ""So now that we aren't strangers, want a lift? It's raining pretty hard out there; you shouldn't be walking.""
+""How do you know I walked here?""
+""I saw you come in.""
+Wrong answer. She might have seen him walk into the office, but everyone walked into the office; the parking lot was behind the place, and a lot of people parked on the street because the lot got full quickly. Never a trusting person, Dorian immediately became more suspicious of her. ""How do you know I walked all the way here?""
+She shifted her eyes to the window. ""Lucky guess?""
+Another wrong answer. Whoever this chick was, she didn't mean anything good for him, Dorian was sure of that. ""I'll take my chances with the rain, thanks.""
+He started out the door, but she grabbed his arm. He pushed her away so hard she almost fell; no one touched him without warning. ""I'm sorry,"" she said immediately. ""I forgot you don't like to be touched.""
+""Forgot? Do you know me from somewhere?""
+""Not exactly."" She sighed. ""Look, I know I'm not making any sense, and I know right now you're thinking I'm either a nutcase or dangerous. Maybe both. Just let me give you a ride somewhere and I'll explain everything, I promise.""
+""Fine."" The last thing he wanted was to be alone with her, but that seemed to be the only way he'd get any answers. If she tried anything, he could fight his way out of it. He'd had plenty of practice at that in his twenty-two years. Starting at home with his biological parents.
+Monica led him down the street to a small, brown hatchback. She unlocked the passenger door, then climbed in and scooted over to the driver's seat. ""My door doesn't work. Get in. I promise I'll only bite if you ask me to.""
+""Not likely."" Dorian got in and fastened the seatbelt. When he touched it, an image flicked his mind; headache or no headache, he slammed his mental door shut. He didn't want to know about her boyfriend or whoever had sat in that seat last.
+She started the car and headed away from the unemployment office. ""I thought we could go for coffee. Figure you probably don't want me knowing where you live.""
+""You got that right."" If he could help it, she wouldn't find out anything about him. But he was very curious about her. ""So once again, and let's try for truth this time, how'd you know I walked to the office?""
+""I know a lot about you. I've been looking for you.""
+""Stop the goddamn car."" The only people who looked for him were people he'd rather not have find him. ""Now!""
+""Wait, please. I knew that didn't come out right. I don't want to hurt you, Dorian. I want to help you. I've been dreaming about you.""
+""Uh huh."" Okay, that had him beat in the freak category. ""So I'm the man of your dreams, huh?""
+She laughed. ""Not exactly. Sometimes I dream about people who need help, or people who are going to be part of my life. Sometimes I don't know why I'm having the dreams, because the people in them never show up in real life. It's been going on since I was little, and some of the dreams are so vivid I'm not sure afterward whether they were dreams or reality. Earned me some strange looks when I was a kid, I'll tell you.""
+""Yeah."" He was all too familiar with strange looks caused by psychic abilities. He just hoped the looks Monica had received hadn't been accompanied by fists.
+""Sorry if I'm babbling. Anyway, I dreamed about you, and that's how I knew your name and stuff. I dreamed about meeting you in the unemployment office. That's how I knew you walked, because in my dream that was how you got there.""
+""Did you dream about me taking a piss in the men's room, too?""
+""No."" She paused. ""In my dream, you took a dump instead.""
+That startled Dorian into a rare laugh. ""Okay, points to you. So you showed up at unemployment to track me down?""
+""And because I need a job. Who doesn't, nowadays? But yeah, I was hoping I'd find you there.""
+She pulled into a strip mall and parked in front of a chain coffee shop. ""I'm buying. Come on, we'll be able to talk here.""
+""Did you dream that too?""
+""Yep."" She nudged him. ""Get out so I can. My door, remember?""
+Dorian got out and fought the urge to shut the door on her and run. Even though she didn't seem dangerous, it was hard to tell. It weirded him out that she'd dreamed about him. Who knew what she'd found out about him?
+On the other hand, it was rare to find someone else with an ability, and he wasn't sure he wanted to push her away just because he was a suspicious son of a bitch. He waited for her to get out of the car, then followed her into the shop.
+The place was deserted, other than a kid at the counter who looked bored enough to fall asleep. He seemed thrilled to take their orders; they were probably the first customers he'd had all day. Once they had their drinks, they sat at a back table, far enough away from the counter that the kid would have to work if he wanted to eavesdrop. ""Trust me yet?"" Monica asked.
+""Nope, but don't take it personally.""
+""I know. You don't trust anyone. That's sad. You shouldn't have to live like that.""
+""Been like that all my life. I don't expect it to change any time soon. Look, you seem to know everything about me. Including my ability?""
+She nodded. ""Psychometry. You touch an object and gain information about the last person to touch it. Sometimes everyone who's ever touched it. Is that why you don't own a car?""
+""I don't own a car because people tend to expect money when you buy one. I can shut off the ability when I have to, but it's a stretch. And I don't get information from every single thing I touch, anyway.""
+""That must be a relief. How do you know which is which?""
+""If I'm going to get something from it, my hands start tingling when I get near it. Usually. Sometimes I don't get any warning.""
+""At least an occasional warning is better than nothing.""
+""Yeah."" He wasn't sure he liked the way this was going. He didn't talk much about himself, mainly because no one had ever wanted to listen before. Monica might be listening, but he was done giving free information. ""Okay, so you know everything there is to know about me, but I don't know anything about you besides your name. Fill me in. Who are you, where are you from, why are you here, all that crap.""
+""You're so charming. I'm Monica Hollis, I've lived around here all my life, I'm here in this coffee shop because I'm talking to you. And I prefer not to discuss my toilet habits.""
+Again she caught him by surprise. Unfortunately, he laughed with a mouthful of latte and snorted some out his nose. That sent Monica into a fit of giggles that caused the counter kid to stare at them until Dorian glared back. Monica handed him a few napkins. ""Here, mop yourself up. Sorry, I wouldn't have said it if I'd known you'd end up wearing your drink.""
+""No problem."" He wiped up the latte that had gotten on his shirt and the table. ""I guess it's nice to be able to laugh for once.""
+""Things haven't been easy for you, have they? I mean, in my dream...""
+""I don't want to talk about it.""
+It came out more harshly than he meant, but at least it shut her up. ""Sure. I understand that. Okay, so anything else you want to know about me?""
+A car horn sounded in front of the shop. They both looked toward the door. All Dorian saw was a black sports car; he didn't know enough about cars to figure out what it was. Monica's face turned white. ""We have to get out of here. Wait, no, we can't. If we leave, they'll see us.""
+""Who is it? Your boyfriend or something?""
+""I don't have a boyfriend. It's Krell. Or at least some of his people.""
+""Krill? Isn't that the stuff whales eat?""
+""Not krill. Krell. He's... I can't explain right now. Damn it, I dreamed about this, now what did we do?"" She closed her eyes. ""Okay. Bathroom, now.""
+""Thought you didn't share your bathroom habits.""
+She glared at him, but there was more fear than anger in her eyes. Whatever was going on, it terrified her. Without another word, Dorian got up and went into the unisex bathroom next to them. Monica followed. ""Hey!"" the kid at the counter called. ""You can't—""
+Dorian shut the door on his protest. ""Okay. Talk.""
+""Krell is a multibillionaire, I think. He owns a whole town in Wisconsin. He's looking for people with psychic powers. Not just anyone, though. Like I wouldn't interest him in the least. But you do.""
+""Why me? Is it because of my ability?""
+She shook her head. ""That part of the dreams was kind of fuzzy. It has something to do with where you were born or something. I couldn't get the whole story. But he's a bad man, Dorian. Evil. You don't want him to find you, believe me.""
+""Did he find me in your dream?""
+""I woke up.""
+Great. What good were her dreams if she couldn't tell him something this important? But it wasn't her fault. At least she was able to warn him. Though if she'd dreamed about this, why hadn't she warned him before the bad guys showed up? ""Okay. I'm going to make sure they're not still out there. If they are, there's a back door to this place. The coffee cowboy out there might not want us to use it, but we will anyway.""
+""What about my car? We won't be able to get to it without them seeing us.""
+""You might have to leave it here for now. But don't worry; Portland has a great public transportation system.""
+He opened the bathroom door. The counter kid opened his mouth, but shut it after another glare from Dorian. The black car was still in front of the shop, and a skinny guy with glasses had gotten out of it, along with a thick-necked fat dude who perfectly fit the stereotype of ""goon."" He and Monica definitely wouldn't be able to get out that way. ""Guess we're taking the bus. Come on.""
+Monica followed him out of the bathroom and behind the counter. ""You can't come back here!"" the kid shrieked. ""There are health regulations!""
+""Yeah, and your health depends on letting us out the back door,"" Dorian said. ""See that car out there?""
+The kid looked. ""Yeah. What about it?""
+""They're looking for me. I haven't done anything wrong, but if they find me, that won't matter. So we're going out the back way, and if they ask, you don't know where we went. Got it?""
+""Why should I do anything for you?""
+Dorian grabbed his arm and squeezed. ""Because if anything happens to me, I'll make sure something happens to you.""
+""Okay, okay! Go, just get the hell out of here. And hurry up, because it looks like your friends are coming in.""
+Shit. The kid was right. Dorian took Monica's hand and pulled her through the kitchen to the back door, which fortunately wasn't locked. They burst through the door into the rain just as Dorian heard one of the men from the car say, ""Where'd they go?""
+""Follow me and don't ask questions.""
+Monica didn't speak, just nodded. Good. One of Dorian's foster homes had been in this part of town; he remembered the woods behind the strip mall very well, having spent plenty of time hiding there from bullies and his drunken foster father. He led Monica down the path that led from the stores to a housing development a quarter mile away. If Krill—Krell—whatever his name was, if his goons could track them down through the woods in the rain, they deserved to catch him.
+No one could catch Dorian when he didn't want to be caught.
+They were soaked before they'd gone more than a few hundred yards. Monica's shirt clung to her, accentuating small breasts with nipples hardened by the cold. Shit. This was no time to get horny, but it had been a while since a woman had looked so appealing.
+He forced himself to look away from Monica and instead focused on the path in front of them. ""You okay?""
+""A little cold, but it's better than having them catch us.""
+""There's a bus stop not far from here. I'm going to take you to my place. You can shower and warm up there.""
+""They might be watching your place. They know almost as much about you as I do.""
+Fucking hell, why did everyone have to know so much? All he'd wanted was to do his obligatory job hunt, go home and stuff his face, and crash in front of the TV for the rest of the day. Instead, he was running through the woods in the pouring rain with some woman he'd just met, trying to get away from goons who worked for a guy who was apparently richer than the entire population of Portland.
+Then again, if he had to be stuck in the woods, at least he was with a woman whose soaking wet body did interesting things to his anatomy.
+Again he looked away from Monica and hurried down the path. They emerged into the housing development and Dorian scanned the street to make sure no black cars were in sight. ""Okay. Bus stop's this way. We'll go to your place if you don't want to go to mine.""
+""Yeah. You can get dried off there too.""
+For once, Dorian had good luck. A bus pulled up to the stop just as they reached it. As they climbed aboard, he was sure he saw the black sports car, but he didn't think the men had seen him and Monica, so he relaxed.
+The bus headed downtown. When it stopped, they transferred to an outbound bus that took them a couple miles before Monica pulled the buzzer. They got off at the corner of a street filled with large, old houses. ""You live here?"" Dorian asked.
+""I rent a basement from my aunt and uncle. They're not home, so don't worry about what they'll think of me bringing a strange man with me.""
+Her basement was three times the size of the room Dorian rented in one of the downtown residence hotels. It was even divided into three rooms: a small kitchen, a living room, and a bedroom. ""Nice place.""
+""Thanks. Hang on a minute; I'll go upstairs and get some of my uncle's clothes for you. Shower's in there if you want to get started."" She nodded toward a small door off the kitchen.
+Dorian went in, turned on the water, and stripped. He was relieved to be away from Monica for a few minutes. She'd dried off some on the bus ride, but he hadn't forgotten how she'd looked soaking wet, and his cock was still hard.
+He got into the warm water and soaped up, then grasped his dick in one hand. Eyes closed, he pictured Monica on her knees in front of him as he stroked himself.
+Then the bathroom door opened.
+His eyes flew open and he let go of himself just before Monica pulled the shower curtain aside. She was as naked as he; the hair between her legs curled like the hair on her head. ""Mind if I join you?""
+""Um, sure. Conserve water, right?""
+""Right."" She stepped into the stall. There wasn't much room for two, but Dorian didn't mind having her body against his. His cock grew so hard it hurt. With a grin, Monica brushed her hand against it. ""Happy to see me?""
+God, her touch felt amazing. How long had it been since he'd let anyone touch him like this? ""If you're going to do that, you'd better be prepared for the consequences.""
+""And what might those be?""
+""You on your knees sucking me, to start with.""
+Without a word, Monica knelt and took him into her mouth. Holy shit, was he imagining this? Couldn't be; her mouth felt too fucking incredible. She had him all the way to the base, then pulled back and sucked just the head.
+It took about two seconds for him to come. She swallowed every drop.
+He leaned against the wall of the shower. ""Fuck, I'm sorry. Usually takes me longer than that.""
+""Been a while, huh? Me too. Don't worry, you can make it up to me after we finish cleaning up.""
+They stayed in the shower till the water was cold, soaping each other up, touching everywhere. When they got out, Dorian was hard again. His first instinct was to bend her over the sink and take her from behind, but that wouldn't have been polite. ""Bed. Now.""
+""Yes, Caveman Dorian.""
+He swatted her ass and pushed her out the bathroom door. They fell together onto her bed, and he pressed his mouth against hers as he resumed his exploration of her body. She endured it for only a few moments before she pushed him onto his back and straddled him. ""Fuck me.""
+""I like a woman who knows what she wants. Did you dream about this too?""
+""Don't talk about dreams. Don't talk about psychometry, don't talk about anything. Just fuck me. Just for one time, let me be a normal woman.""
+""You're too gorgeous to be normal."" Dorian cupped her breasts in his hands. ""You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen.""
+""Thank you. But you know what I mean.""
+He pulled her down for another kiss. ""Don't be so serious. Please. I know exactly what you mean, and as far as I'm concerned, you're just another woman, I'm just another man, and this is going to be the best fuck you've ever had.""
+That brought a small smile to her face. ""Pretty confident, huh?""
+""Very.""
+She raised herself slightly, took his dick in her hand, and positioned it at her opening. ""Prove it."" Then she moved down.
+Her cunt felt like a velvet-lined vise. Dorian hadn't been with many girls, but the few he'd fucked hadn't been anywhere near this tight. Or this wet. She lifted slightly and he thrust his hips upward, driving back into her. After a second they set a rhythm, fucking hard and fast, both seeking release.
+When Monica came, Dorian felt it, both the contractions of her cunt along his dick and the emotions that flooded from her. They brought him over the brink, and he emptied his balls into her.
+Shit. That was stupid of him.
+But it was too late to do anything about it, and Monica didn't seem to mind. She dismounted and curled up beside him. ""That was good. Thank you.""
+""Thank you. You were incredible.""
+She smiled. ""Yeah, you too. And don't worry about coming in me; I'm on birth control.""
+""Good to know.""
+They lay there quietly for a while, until the silence became uncomfortable. Dorian went to the bathroom and retrieved his clothes, which were still damp from the rain. ""I have stuff for you from my uncle,"" Monica said.
+""These will do."" He wanted to see her again, but didn't want to feel obligated to. If he borrowed clothes, he'd be obligated.
+""Suit yourself."" She pulled a dry shirt and pants out of her bureau and put them on, not bothering with underwear. ""You can stay a while if you want, though. I could put your stuff in the dryer for you.""
+Dry clothes would be nice. Dorian stripped again and wrapped himself in the blanket from the bed. ""Fine. Thanks.""  
+""You're welcome. Be right back.""
+She left and came back a couple minutes later. ""I set it for half an hour. That should get them dry enough. You can tolerate me that much longer, can't you?""
+""Tolerate you?""
+""You seem to be in a hurry to get out of here."" She looked at him with tear- filled eyes. ""I thought... You know, I don't know a lot of other people who can do stuff like I can. I thought maybe you and I could be friends, at least.""
+""Is that why you fucked me? So we could be friends?""
+""I fucked you because I wanted to and I was pretty sure you did too. Sorry if that makes me some kind of slut or something."" Now the tears started to fall.
+""Hey, stop that."" Dorian put his hand on her shoulder, the most comforting gesture he could manage without letting go of the blanket. Not that he was used to trying to comfort anyone. ""I didn't mean it like that. I don't think you're anything but a beautiful woman who decided to spend some time with a loser. Don't cry, please.""
+""Why don't you just go?""
+""Because I could use a friend too. I wasn't trying to get out of here because I wanted to get away from you. I wasn't sure you wanted me to stay.""
+""Well, I do."" She wiped her eyes with her hand. ""You forget, I dreamed about you. I already knew I liked you before I met you.""
+""Well, I didn't dream about you, but I know I like you."" What the hell. She'd already seen him naked. He dropped the blanket and put his arms around her. ""Sorry if I was a jackass.""
+""You weren't. Just stay a little longer, please. At least till your clothes dry.""
+""Yeah, I don't think I'd get too far in a blanket."" He sat on the edge of the bed. ""Tell me more about this Krell guy.""
+""I don't know much about him. Just that he owns a town and he's looking for you and other people like you.""
+""What's the name of the town?""
+""Why do you want to know?""
+Dorian shrugged. ""Maybe I'll pay the guy a visit. Spare him the problem of sending out any more goons.""
+""Don't. Dorian, please, promise you won't go anywhere near there.""
+Despite the fear in her voice, Dorian shook his head. ""I can't promise you that. If they're looking for me, there must be a reason. I won't keep looking over my shoulder to see if they've found me. I'd rather find them first. I can find out, you know. You might as well just tell me.""
+""It's Firefall. Firefall, Wisconsin.""
+Upstairs, the doorbell rang. Monica's eyes widened. ""It's them.""
+""Go answer it."" Dorian started putting on her uncle's clothes. They were too big, but he was damned if he would show his face wrapped in a blanket. ""Tell them I'll be right there.""
+""Dorian, you don't know what they want you to do.""
+""I know I'm not going to run away from them again. Go answer the door, Monica. If I'm the one they want, they won't hurt you. Go.""
+She hesitated, but did as he said. He finished dressing and found the stairs. As he went up, he heard the men's voices, along with Monica's frightened one. When he emerged from the basement door, he saw Monica between the men. They had blocked her into a corner of the kitchen, and the goonish one had his hand clamped on her arm. ""Leave her alone,"" Dorian said.
+The skinny guy turned to look at him. ""Ah, Mr. Truslow. Nice to meet you face to face."" He stepped away from Monica and nodded for his buddy to do the same. ""Perhaps you'd be so good as to accompany us to our car. Our employer is anxious to meet you.""
+""Don't go with them, Dorian,"" Monica pleaded. ""You don't have to do what they want.""
+""I'm not."" Dorian hugged her and kissed her cheek. ""I'm doing what I want. You could come with us, you know.""
+""He's evil. I won't go anywhere near him.""
+""Then I'll come back and find you afterward.""
+She shook her head. ""No. I don't think I'll see you again. I don't know if I will, but it doesn't feel like it.""
+""Dream about me, then."" He turned to the men. ""Take me to your leader."""
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+ **Rob's Saga: Estrogen Endgame**
+ _A continuation of Just Plain Bob's 'Rob's Saga'..._
+You may not know a thing about me... My wife thought she knew everything that was important. But then I obviously did not know everything about her... I did not know she was a cheating, lying whore who thought she could ride into the sunset with a scruffy biker and our life savings not so long ago. To her, I guess I was a plain, dull, meal-ticket. I had never considered she might want the 'excitement' of the biker lifestyle. I guess neither of us really knew the other.
+We met at a party held by mutual friends. I had not been in town for a year at the time... I was done with school, and my prior... employer had convinced me to take a position at a little start-up company. Mostly I wanted to forget about what I had been doing, not that I was ashamed, mind you. But when people ask what you have been up to and your honest answer is 'killing people who were wasting oxygen,' it tends to end the conversation.
+You've heard of the Rangers? The group of soldiers who climbed the cliff at the edge of the beaches during the Normandy invasion to keep the guns from cutting everyone else to ribbons? You don't get to be Delta without being a Ranger. I followed a family tradition, and became a Ranger. And then a scout sniper. Our country has been at war for awhile... you might have heard. I had spent most of two years in one shit hole or another. My skills saved a lot of lives; enough lives I had medals and ribbons and offers for all manner of 'executive protection' positions in private defense contractors when I decided I had had enough and did not want to make the Green Machine my life partner.
+That little war? You might have noticed no one wants to talk about it. I certainly did not want to carry a gun anymore. I was not interested in delivering mail. But there are lots of things going on, thanks to Homeland Security. My 'scout' expertise was finally going to be a benefit. I received an ownership share for my continuing contributions to surveillance software and equipment in use by Uncle Sugar and various private corporations across the nation. Sorry, but if I tell you any more I'd have to kill you.
+Suffice to say that I keep a low profile about what I did 'before.' My folks are gone. My brother rebelled against my 'conservative' parents and ran off when I was away in the service; I have no idea where he went. I do have family here, like Lou, my cousin. Most served in the Armed Forces, those who are out are mostly in Law Enforcement. I think they were surprised when I did not follow suit, but I have always been pretty independent.
+I was happy to be the quiet computer geek loner so far as my friends outside of work and family knew, though. Apparently a wimpy quiet computer geek. But I never thought macho displays were what Audrey wanted. I earn a comfortable living, and there had been no sign of problems. If anything, I had thought we had it better than most of our friends, since the twin blows of the economy and real estate crunch had not affected us; hell, even the new administration did not rock the career boat, for me.
+Like I said, Audrey and I met at a party. She was stunning, and I was amazed when she chose to talk to me. She admitted later she was really trying to avoid a guy who had been pursuing her at the last couple parties. I never met the guy, considering myself lucky that he'd been a creep. I wonder now, but not that much. We talked, found out we had some common interests. I invited her to dinner and she agreed. We went out for a few weeks, slept together... kept going out (and sleeping together). Like me, her parents were gone. And like me, she had a sister who was estranged. When Aud started commenting idly about other men sniffing around, I bought the ring, asked the question, and embarked on what I thought would be a life of happiness together. It was a simple ceremony at the courthouse; the friends whose party had brought us together were the only guests and served as best man/ matron of honor and witnesses.
+I didn't expect perfection... I know I am not perfect, why expect it in others? But we had been good together before, no real fights or differences; my job meant she would not have to work. We did not discuss kids, but there was time, right? Sex was still good, if not as often as I would have liked, but no one I know thinks they get enough. And my dad was like the father in 'Outside Providence:' I made sure when Aud was willing to put out she got off.
+So I was blindsided when she decided she wanted out. And my sense of honor and justice were bruised that she was willing to cheat on me with a slug like DJ and steal all of our money in the process. In 4 years I had never raised my voice, much less a hand when we did have the occasional argument; I guess I was supposed to rant and rave and throw things or beat my chest to impress upon her my manliness.
+I still have no idea what she saw in her biker that I did not offer, but again, I have not really given it any thought... It stopped being an issue the moment it was obvious to me she was not who I thought, and had zero interest in being a couple. What became an issue was whether she had left me with any 'lasting memories,' considering her new 'friends.' Fortunately, my annual physical had followed her departure and my doc assured me after some less than inexpensive (and slightly invasive) tests that I would not have to begin Valtrex therapy.
+You might think I'm heartless, to so easily kick her to the curb, but what could I ever see in her after that afternoon? And would a heartless SOB take in the obviously troubled women who I was sharing my home with?
+I had tired of the constant legal wrangling, and in the wake of throwing Aud a curveball by halting the divorce proceedings, I knew it was time to examine what was going on in my home. Kari seemed to be who she claimed, but her daughters... There was no way they were 16. I had realized that after watching the high schoolers pouring out of a building near my physician's office. And if they were not 16, it meant that whatever Kari had told me, I could not trust that, either.
+It left me sad, but I was not surprised; after all, she had come from the same 'club' that my wife had apparently decided to run in. I kicked myself for letting them into my home for a bit, but mercy and doing the right thing still mean something. Maybe after beating the shit out of DJ I needed to remind myself I was not really evil. I wondered if any of the trio I was living with might grab the chance at a better life. While I hoped they would, I was preparing for more disappointment.
+I like being at work; the people know me, we get along, there is mutual respect and trust... the sort of relationship I expect in marriage, but without the horizontal boogie. When there is a problem I pitch in, whether my little area of expertise is involved or not, and that is appreciated, but they do the same for me. The problem we had faced, thanks to the city's overtaxed grid had been overcome, so I was mercifully free of duties until the next dog and pony show was needed. Usually I would stay, seeing what else was going on and helping out... like I said, I like work.
+On Tuesday, after my epiphanies in dealing with my whore of a wife and her likely partners in screwing me under my own roof, I ducked out of the house on Kari's heels and hit the gym. It had been too long since I had exercised regularly, and I found I enjoyed the aches and the sweat, even if I had only started it to keep from sweating my tenants' advances. I showered, grabbed a granola bar as I waved at Chelsea, the eye candy working the front desk, and drove to work. I arranged to take some of the time off I had not used, planning to surprise Audrey with an anniversary trip to Hawaii, then took the stairs down to our R and D wing. After sketching out what I wanted to do, with permission of the geniuses in the firm's basement (it's not the basement, but it sounds good, right?), I left with a trunk full of gadgets, and their offer of help in 'testing' some things.
+I drove to Patty Ann's. I hadn't been yet, and found it was a relief that Kari's beat up Honda was in the parking lot. I ran my hand along the side on my way in, then waved to get her attention while waiting to be seated. She hurried over, speaking to the young woman who looked like she should be in school instead of greeting customers. The little brunette offered a winning smile as she told me she'd find me a place in Kari's section.
+I checked my six... The habit had not been hard to resume in the weeks after Audrey's little surprise. None of the patrons looked like Diablos. The cook might have been, but the swarthy Hispanic working the griddle beside him would not have fit in with Aud's biker crowd, and I relaxed a bit. Kari asked what I wanted to eat, and pouted playfully when I insisted I had already eaten, and just wanted to say hello. Not twenty minutes after resolving to eat a more healthy diet, I was enjoying pancakes and a chicken omelett... at least I'd gotten the short stack. After leaving money to cover the bill with a healthy tip, I paused in the doorway to the man trap, turning to wink and ask if she always served such a great breakfast. Kari cocked her hip in that naturally sexy way some women have and eyed me for a moment before she told me if I played my cards right I might find out 'some day.'
+Safely alone at home, I carried in the first bag from the trunk. Unzipping, I took out a plastic box and headed upstairs. I selected one of the pin sized devices, pushing it into the drywall immediately above the outlet in the hallway. I repeated the process in the kitchen, putting two separate pins covering the entire room, as well as in the downstairs hall, my den, my bedroom, and the living room. It didn't take ten minutes. I opened the netbook that was included in the bag, entered the password, and waited. When the operating system was up, I ran one of the programs not listed on the desktop. An antenna symbol flashed, and then seven lights popped onto the screen, each in its own row. I quickly entered brief descriptions beside each, then waited. The lights blinked red... and kept blinking red. Puzzled, I took my cell and dialed the office. Patsy, the receptionist, rang me through to R and D.
+""You've got a problem, Rob,"" I heard instead of 'hello.'
+""What does that mean, Dan,"" I tried not to sound angry... he was letting me play with his toys, after all. ""I did what you said.""
+""Oh, that's not the problem. You did good on that man... How do you like it?"" I rolled my eyes, but hey, I can be accommodating.
+""They're really slick. No power needed?""
+""I told you,"" he sighed theatrically, ""It's like that pad you charge your phone and iPod on... If it's within a few inches of an outlet it'll pick up juice... and then the copper is the antenna for amplifying the...""
+""Yeah, yeah, I got it... So what's the problem?""
+""Have you tried to do this already?""
+""What?""
+""Have you already tried to... surveil your place?""
+""Of course not. Why would I?""
+""Well... I guess I could ask why are you, ya know?"" I gritted my teeth.
+""We've been through that.""
+""I know, I know,"" he backed off quickly... the folks at work know who I was, ""I just meant there's a piggyback.""
+""What?""
+""It's not a problem... Hell, I hadn't ever thought about it, but Emily already almost has a patch so we can exploit it.""
+""Exploit what?""
+""Uhm, I'm not sure I want to tell you like this. Tell you what,"" he paused to talk to someone else in the lab, ""We're going black for awhile. Use the blue bag I gave you... walk to the center and around the perimeter of each room, then get back over here."" He hung up before I could ask anything else.
+I felt like a fool walking around my home holding the fancy looking iPhone that was tucked into the little blue bag Dan had sent along. I was also impatient... I had other things to do, and limited time to do it. But Dan and his techs were the best. I left the other bags in the trunk and headed back to work, going straight down to meet the braniacs.
+""OK, Rob, it's like this,"" he sat me in one of the ergonomic chairs that reminded me of something out of Aliens, pointing at the 52"" LED high def screen at the end of the table. ""When we started to capture from your ticks, we got this..."" the screen showed several squiggly lines.
+""Shit,"" I said.
+""You recognize that?"" Emily seemed surprised. I gave her a half-smile.
+""I know, I'm just a dumb snake eater,"" she had the decency to blush, ""But you should have one audio and one video signal... It looks like a bowl of spaghetti.""
+""Exactly,"" Dan nodded, ""If you didn't put them in, someone else did."" I considered that. It didn't seem like something Audrey would do. Kari and the girls? Maybe they weren't who I thought they were, after all. ""It's not very sophisticated, so I doubt it's the competition. Em, make sure we send the new detectors out to all the at risk staff and remind them to check every day."" The perky redhead nodded, making a note in her palmtop. I was glad neither of them asked when I had last swept my place... It had never seemed important.
+""So why were you happy about this? It's screwing up everything."" Emily shook her head.
+""No, it WAS screwing it up."" She tapped the screen of her little computer with the stylus, then nodded at the monitor, ""Now look.""
+Instead of squiggly lines, the screen resolved into remarkably sharp images of my halls, kitchen, living room, bedroom, and den. Additional window popped up, showing my bedroom from another angle, as well as varied angles of the den, the basement, and my bathroom.
+""Ta-da!"" Emily giggled, ""We just use their own cameras."" I shook my head, trying to fix where the cameras had to be.
+""I didn't see these.""
+""You weren't looking. Now we could go pin point them, but then they would know you are on to them.""
+""They'll know anyway, when they see me putting ours in place."" Emily shook her head and smiled broadly.
+""Nope... I can send a signal that will scramble the memory if it's magnetic. All you have to do is locate the receiver."" Dan held out a pen.
+""It's not a pen,"" he deadpanned, ""Point the tip away from you and quickly depress the button."" I did, and another window popped up on the overhead display, showing an array of range circles, with a blue dot in the middle. ""You're too far away now, but with your Bluetooth headset we can walk you to it.""
+After thanking my friends, I hurried back home, relieved that there was no electronic evidence they had been eavesdropping on my cell phone, landline, or computer. I suspected it was my houseguests, but admitted they could still be innocent... of this, at least. No sense going off half cocked.
+I was nearly out of time and ran through the house, feeling no less silly than I had pacing about earlier. Dan let Emily talk me to the 'hot spot,' which was a box the size of a toaster plugged in by the inside phone box in the basement. At Emily's direction I slipped a slightly thicker pin into the back of the box, just under the power cord. The light at the front flickered, and then Emily said, 'I'm in.' I hurried back upstairs, worried that Kari was not home yet, and that the twins would be getting home any minute.
+I threw on some running shorts and headed out, waving as they pulled into the drive, Barb behind the wheel of the primer colored Eclipse the girls drove. Another potential landmine avoided. I couldn't imagine how their parading around naked would help whoever's cause the cameras served... It could be fairly easily proved they were instigating the activity, and I was increasingly confident they weren't close to 16. But that fact check would have to wait.
+I zigged away from my street house, just in case one or both of the twins decided to take their teasing out to the city streets. My cell vibrated in the right hideout pocket of my 5.1 holster shirt. The Beretta was remarkably comfortable in the other side, as well as remaining completely hidden.
+""Rob here.""
+""If you're doing what I'm watching on television I understand why you're out of breath,"" Emily whispered into the Bluetooth headpiece. I felt myself blush.
+""Is it that bad?""
+""Oh no, honey, it isn't bad at all,"" she giggled, ""I'm impressed... and Audrey was a bigger fool than I thought.""
+""A man's shower is supposed to be his castle.""
+""Oh, there's a battering ram all right."" Another giggle, ""I won't have to surf the net for weeks.""
+""Tell me you've wiped it.""
+""Oh, from their unit? Did you want me to do that?"" she paused, ""Aren't you worried you'll tip them off?""
+""I'm worried I'll see myself on Youtube.""
+""It'd be a hit, that's for sure,"" Dan's assistant chortled.
+""Anything else?""
+""I can go back seven days... There's sound and video."" I shook my head, hating that someone had gotten the idea ahead of me. ""There's good news... No evidence they're in your computer... probably thought that was too obvious. And the view from the den won't show them your keystrokes.""
+""But what do they want?""
+""Maybe they've decided they want you instead of whatever they're supposed to get after watching your little matinee... Do you do that every morning?""
+""You're asking for a spanking,"" I commented without thinking.
+""Mmm, promises, promises, big boy,"" she teased, ""We'll look through this and get you transcript of anything that's said while you're not around."" I was surprised but then realized the bugs had meant the in house security team would be interested. It couldn't be as simple as drugs, could it?
+""Are you going to paint their car?"" At least Emily knew when to drop it.
+""You know it."" I was not sure I could wait to gather all the information I would need before I let the other shoe drop on my houseguests. I hated being taken advantage of.
+""Dan says to remind you to act natural,"" Emily said, before signing off, adding with a chuckle, ""I know I'm gonna volunteer to sit in on the morning shift. Later, Tiger."" I tried to ignore the nagging sensation that every woman I knew was intent on giving me a hard time as I pushed my pace, checking my watch and wondering why Kari had not gotten home before the girls. Instead of getting answers I was piling up more questions.
+Going for a run left me dripping sweat when I eventually circled home, and my luck was holding... Kari's car was still missing. Damn. I slipped inside quietly and got into my room. I threw the lock, then climbed into the shower. I should not have been surprised when Barb was sitting on my bed when I came out of the bathroom. I paused toweling my hair dry, resisting the temptation to cover up.
+""You've forgotten the rules?"" Barb shrugged, making no effort to get up or look away. She bit her lower lip suggestively before answering.
+""Mmm, I'm glad you're not gay."" She tossed her hair, ""The door was open, and I heard the water running... I worried you had left it on."" I just shrugged, cataloguing the pretty young woman's offenses. I was also acutely aware of the camera I knew was in the room. I had seen the camera in the bathroom during my shower... they were not hidden very well, after all. If you aren't looking for one, though...
+I turned and walked across to my closet, selecting sweat pants and a T shirt. When I turned back, Barb was still sitting on the bed watching me.
+""Is this where you want me?"" I pursed my lips.
+""Not happening, Barb,"" I said patiently. She bit her lip again, reaching up to work the top button of her blouse. I shook my head,
+""Your mom will be home any minute.""
+""Bev can keep her occupied.""
+""Unh-uh,"" I shook my head, trying not to stare at the expanse of skin being exposed. Damn, there was no way she was 16. But I had no proof... and when I had proof, there would be less reason to consider enjoying the playground she offered. ""My rules stand. This is my room. I don't want you in here. You weren't invited.""  
+""You sure you don't want me to stay?"" I blinked, trying unsuccessfully not to stare at the pert firm breast and the dark pink nipple capping it that was on display. I realized this was not going to end well; time for a feint. I licked my lips as if nervous, let my gaze linger, and raised a hand as if I was going to cup that tempting prize as I took a step closer. She smiled, pleased to be having her way, arching her back to bring her breast up for my touch.
+I side-stepped and was past her at the door to the hallway. I caught the free end of my 5.1 Tactical butt pack and scooped the wallet along with is as I stepped into the hallway, glad I had nothing I was really worried Barb would damage. The plaintive whine she had allowed at being tricked was music to my ears. Of course, Bev was in the hallway, lingering expectantly, but my departure was enough of a surprise she did not have a chance to get her hooks into me. I paused at the door to the garage.
+""Be sure and close the door to my room when you leave, girls. We'll talk about this with your mom, later."" I let the door slam. I was a little aroused—like I said, no way were they 16, and Barb had a fine right breast, at least... They had been teasing me for a couple weeks, but I had not gotten the up close and personal exhibition. I was a little angry. I kicked myself for getting into such a mess as I backed out of the garage and pulled the Jawbone headset out of the side pouch of the butt pack.
+I considered it a blessing that Dan was back on the other end.
+""That was a close one,"" he offered by way of greeting when I called.
+""Tell me about it,"" I paused, ""Have you got adequate video?""
+""We're already on it. Em is running the photos through DMV and the local PD and Sherriff databases. We figured those were the highest yield."" I could not argue with that.
+""Have you got an address on the other one?""
+""Sending it to you now. The car is registered to one Kari Roberts... ring a bell?"" I shook my head.
+""Nope. Should it?"" Dan paused before he answered.
+""I have a theory, but first I want to be sure."" I was not going to talk him into saying more.
+""OK.""
+""So now what?""
+""I can't very well go back home. I still have zero idea what the game is; I think it is time to change the rules.""
+""We'll keep someone on site. How are the toys working?""
+""If this address pans out, great. The ticks already paid off by showing what was going on at home. Oh, and I found at least one of the units that was already in place... They are commercial grade. Nothing too fancy. I'm guessing they use the house wiring, right?
+""That's what Emily guessed. Was it in the outlet or the screw head?""
+""Screw head... at least in the bathroom. I may have plugged the hairdryer in and never noticed,"" I scolded myself for being lax, ""It's obvious when I look, but who expects a bug in the bathroom, you know?""
+""I'll tell you if we see your... activities on the net."" I was glad he felt like joking. I did not.
+***
+The address Dan had given me was on the outskirts of town, and was not an area of town where I would recommend visiting. That was no surprise, though. I got some granola bars and bottles of soda as well as some other supplies at a nearby Walmart, then killed the time before dark by driving the run down neighborhood surrounding the address in quadrants. In from one direction, out at the next main street, looking around. There were drug runners and street walkers. The former obviously marked me, but when I did not slow or come back, I was no threat, and if I did not stop the others paid no mind. There were bars and pawn shops and fast food joints. I saw a handful of bikes, some raked choppers with barely legal mirrors. There was no group of cycles or overly watchful sentry, though.
+As the sun set I made my first pass of the address, from the back. There was little to see; rows of cookie cutter post war housing showed their age. Some had a unique touch, but most seemed to have accepted that squalor and despair were the colors of the day. There was a chain link fence and a laundry line in the back yard, but nothing else. No dog house. No swing set.
+Driving past the front of the house was a risk, but my truck does not stand out. And yes, that was a conscious choice. I did not slow, and did not look to the side as I passed. The front porch sagged dangerously and was packed with mismatched pieces of furniture. There was a light on above three steps leading to the side door. The lawn had not been mowed for a long time, but was so patchy and barren it did not matter. The gate in the fence at the back of the drive along the side of the house was open.
+Kari's car was parked near the door. A familiar motorcycle was on its stand in front of it. I smiled, as some answers clicked into place. There was an empty lot beyond the next house on the same side of the street. I had passed on the far side of the street. When I was five blocks away, I hung a U turn and returned, coasting to a stop—lights out—at the curb between the house and the lot. The suspension protested a bit when I used the curb to get stopped, but it saved my brake lights going on. I had already killed the engine, crossing the last intersection. I waited, listening, looking around casually as the last of dusk surrendered to full dark.
+The interior light did not go on when I got out. I paused in the trunk at the front of the bed, selecting a handful of tools I might need, then rummaged through the plastic sack from Walmart before moving into the empty lot.
+Fortunately the house between Kari's home and the lot seemed empty. And was not yet a crack house. I went across the back, coming between the fence and the parked motorcycle. My investigation of the bike was interrupted by the rhythmic click of nails on concrete, barely audible over the rush of moving air. A Rottie careened around the back of the house, no chain, no bark, and no hesitation.
+I like dogs. I hated that someone had taken this dog's larynx out, but I also hate being bitten. The canister of pepper spray would have worked wonders on a human opponent, but put the dog down just as well. And without vocal cords, there was no tell-tale whimper, either. I dropped a steak beside the thrashing, distracted beast, and satisfied myself by the porch light that it was JD's bike I was seeing.
+Slipping the Emerson Mini-Commander I always carry out of my pocket, I let the notch on the blade hang on the lip of my jeans, snapping the blade open. I slid the blade along, cutting wiring and hose with disturbing ease. My eyes stayed on the house, on the lit window behind the porch. There was movement inside.
+Closing the blade, I made sure I was comfortable with the position before I moved closer to pitted siding. The window was at shoulder height. I paused, looking in from the edge, not because of a threat, but because I suddenly had more questions again. Two small, frightened looking children clung to Kari, who was losing an internal battle not to show them she was terrified. She hugged each child fiercely, cupped their faces, and assured them loudly enough for me to hear through the single pane window that she was almost finished and they could all go home soon. A male voice I had heard before made her sit up, and after warning the children—a young girl and a younger boy—not to make any problems, she closed the door, shoulders slumped in anticipation of whatever came next.
+I ducked under the window, climbing from the side onto the porch. Another every day carry item came in handy then; I fished the three inch Novatac flashlight out of my off hand pocket. The wood frame screen door was closed, but the inside door had been left open. The moment the tiny light hit the hinge side wall of the inside hallway, I turned it off. Glad I had put on the tactical gloves when I left the car, I reached up and unscrewed the porch light. Tucking myself into the knob side of the porch, I listened.
+""... Can't believe you haven't gotten him to do this, yet?""
+""I can't make him do anything!"" Kari answered angrily, ""I told you. He isn't like Audrey claimed. But you should know that..."" There was the smack of flesh on flesh and Kari gasped.
+""If you think I can't hurt you 'cause he can't see a mark, don't forget what you just said,"" JD growled, ""If he won't pork your useless cunt, the girls'll get him.""
+""Then why are you doing this? Why can't I take my kids and leave? You don't need me anymore.""
+""Oh no... Until he helps us you ain't going nowhere, so the brats stay here. And you'd better hurry up,"" he went on with undisguised glee, ""I don't think old Audrey is the motherly type."" Kari's response was a sob. ""Quit blubberin' and tell me what's going on. I thought we had him today when the slut caught him in his room."" JD laughed, ""Boy sure looked like a queer slippin' around that wisp of a girl.""
+""I don't know what happened,"" Kari retorted angrily, ""I've been here, remember?"" There was another slap. Relaxing my fists, I slipped off of the step and back to the window. I rapped on the glass softly with the flashlight, and two young faces snapped to the window. I paused, hoping they had rehearsed 'rescue' fantasies in their imaginations, before. Snapping open the trusty Mini-Commander, I used the back of the blade to easily open the window's sash lock. Pocketing the blade, I held up my work ID as if I was a police officer, then motioned for the kids to be quiet. Both nodded somberly.
+Wincing, I pushed on the window. It gave with a creak, but the door was closed and the murmur of conversation continued through the porch screen door. I motioned the kids closer.
+""Kari's your mother?"" I whispered. The daughter... I could see Kari in her features, nodded. ""I'm Rob,"" I told her, ""I'm a friend of your mom's. We're going to get you out of here.""
+""What about her?"" the youngster obviously wanted to escape, but hesitated.
+""I tell you what,"" I said, ""Let me get you two down and safe, and then I'll make sure she comes along, too. OK?"" Big eyes fixed on me, the dark haired girl nodded. She caught her brother's hand, putting a finger to his lips before pulling him close to the window. ""Climb over and I'll get you down,"" I explained. To my relief big sister made sure her brother got down before scrambling over the sash and practically leaping into my arms.
+I hugged them tight, turning to pass between Kari's car and the bike. The dog was lying down, muzzle streaked with foam, head on paws submissively. I carried them to the front edge of the house, then set them down, pointing at the truck. I fished the phone out of my pocket and dialed.
+""Rob?"" the voice took me a moment to place.
+""Hatch?"" one of the younger guys on the team, he was not former military but was as dedicated as the rest of the crew.
+""Yeah,"" he was a little breathless, adrenaline pressuring his speech, ""What's going on?""
+""You've got it all on tape?""
+""Yeah man? Are those kids hostages?"" I smiled at the youngsters in the darkness, hugging them again.
+""Not any more. I'm giving Kari's daughter the cell phone. They're going to my truck while I get their mom.""
+""Are you sure that's a good idea?"" Hatch started in, ""I can call...""
+""Not yet,"" I warned. ""When I call you back, call the cavalry in. Or if her daughter calls. Got it?""
+""Got it,"" he answered reluctantly.
+""And Hatch?""
+""What?""
+""I need a motorcycle pulling in in one minute. Then kill the feeds for the next three minutes.""
+""What?""
+""You heard me. Use the speaker in the grill of the truck. Then from the time I said your name until three minutes from now, nothing was recorded. Are we clear?""
+""Uh, yeah... Yes, we are.""
+""Good, do it."" I hung up and pressed the phone into the girl's hands. ""What's your name, sweetie?""
+""I'm not a sweetie,"" she answered defiantly, ""My name's Kelly.""
+""Well, Kelly, I have to go get your mommy. But I want to be sure you two are safe. So Take this phone and climb into my truck there. The door is unlocked, but the light won't go on when you get in, okay?"" she nodded. ""If anyone but your mommy or I come to the truck, stay down, hide, and push the green button, okay?"" Another nod. Time was passing, but you do it right if you are going to do it. ""OK, tell me what you're going to do?""
+""Cole and I are going to your truck there,"" she pointed, ""We get in and hide. If anyone but you or mom come out, I push the green button."" I nodded.
+""Great, Kelly. Now go."" Without a word she grabbed her brother's hand and two small shadows hurried across the dark yard toward the truck. I passed the dog again, feeling horrible for making it hurt, and using that to get myself ready for what was next. I figured I had two minutes. The Emerson came in handy again, two quick cuts in the screen. I reached through, then stepped back to the edge of the porch. I pocketed the knife, then palmed the flashlight and waited, trying to ignore what I was hearing inside.
+""... better get to work with that mouth before Audrey gets home... Show me how much you want to take your kids home, cunt!""
+""No! I won't.""
+""Guess I'll have to introduce little Kelly to...""
+""No!"" almost a full scream. At least he did not slap her again.
+""Your choice, bitch. We decided you're right... the girls're gonna plant a big bag of weed in his place, then get him hooked up. Then he's ours. So you're useless... except for this...""
+The realistic sound of a chopper pulling up filled the air. I counted a quick 5 after the sound died, then rapped loudly at the screen.
+""C'mon man!"" I pitched my voice low, ""C'mere.""
+""What is it?"" JD lumbered down the hall toward the door. I stayed in position, silhouette visible at the edge of the porch, perfectly still.
+""Glad you've got the light off, man,"" I went on in the low voice, ""Word is your mark heard where you're at. Thought you'd want to know.""
+""There's no way,"" JD was a step from the screen. He slowed, weighing what I had told him, ""But until the girls do their job, I'm not taking any chances..."" He reached for the light switch, ""C'mon in a minute..."" The light did not go on. ""What the?"" I had taken a step forward at his invitation. ""Wait a minute,"" he grumbled, ""Something isn't right..."" His hand darted to the shadow at the hinge side of the door. ""Hold it right there."" I ignored him, stepping almost flush with the screen as I turned my wrist.
+The sawed off snout of the Remington 870 pump gun I had poached from the nail inside the door poked through the slit I had cut in the screen, pressing hard against his flabby chest, exactly beneath the breast bone.
+""You simple asshole,"" I said, ""I warned you, right?""
+The shotgun did not make as much noise as you would think. Pressed flush against his skin, the force exiting the barrel was thrust into his chest, absorbing most of the sound. It was a relief that the first round was bird shot. At point blank range it was still lethal, but meant less mess in the hall behind the falling corpse. I put the Novatac in my teeth and lit the breech as I worked the slide. The next round had a characteristic green hull: buckshot. Apparently JD did not want to waste good ammo with a warning shot.
+Light still in my teeth, I looked down, seeing JD's pants were open, his dead cock flopped to one side.
+""Can't believe Audrey left me for that,"" I grumbled around the cold metal of the tactical light as I moved down the hall. Kari was huddled on the linoleum, the front of her uniform from work torn, tears streaking her face. Her eyes went wide when she saw me, and then she started to shake her head.
+""Oh, God, no... I didn't mean to... I have kids..."" I kept the shotgun ready but held out my right hand.
+""C'mon, let's go,"" I tried to sound reassuring, ""It's OK. Kelly and Cole are waiting in my truck."" Hearing their names seemed to spur her on. She rose, heedless of how much skin was revealed by the thoroughly ruined clothes. I did not see any other tattoos, but noticed a bar piercing her navel. Her stomach was impressively flat for a mother of two. I caught her elbow as she passed, leading with the shotgun as we exited the house.
+""There's no one else here,"" she said, but whispered. I nodded.
+""I didn't think so, but let's not be surprised, OK?"" She did not argue. On the porch, I asked about the dog.
+""His name is Sprocket. JD treats him horribly."" I nodded.
+""Sprocket!"" the big dog poked his head around the bike's rear tire. ""Here, boy."" Eyes still weeping, the dog padded along as we followed Kari's kids route across the neighbor's lawn to the truck.
+""Sorry, but the car has to stay."" She nodded, eyes still fearful as I opened the passenger door to the truck. She hesitated.
+""But you said my kids...""
+""Mommy!"" Cole and Kelly cried out as one, leaping into her arms. I pushed the trio into the truck, put the safe on the shotgun, and hurled it back over Kari's car and through the panel of the screen door I had cut earlier. Moving around the back of the truck, I dropped the tailgate, patting it once to get Sprocket into place, before closing the gate and hurrying behind the wheel. I started the diesel and pulled away, flipping my lights on only after we were almost to the next corner.
+""Kelly?""
+""Yes sir?""
+""Do you still have my phone?"" A small hand appeared. ""Thanks."" I took it, hitting the green button.
+""Hatch here.""
+""Are we up?""
+""In three... two... one... Holy shit!""
+""Yeah. Call it in. Leave us out of it.""
+""Got it. Oh, and Dan said to tell you to check your inbox... We've ID'd your roommates."" I thumbed the connection closed without bothering to correct him, eyed the screen, then selected another pre-set.
+""Lou?""
+""What's up, cousin?""
+""Long story, no time... Remember my guests?""
+""Oh yeah... Problems?""
+""Yes and no,"" I paused, ""Mom is fine, but the girls are plants. I'm forwarding some information about them, and my understanding is they're trying to plant some significant cannabis in my place as we speak. I have dinner plans. Think you can have them taken care of by 10?""
+""Count on it man,"" he chuckled, ""This is another one we'll owe you... These two are wanted in the murder of a DEA agent in Arizona. I swear, you live the most exciting life for a computer geek...""
+""Don't remind me. And thanks again."" I signed off, looking at Kari.
+""Do your kids like Italian?"" she grimaced.
+""Only if it's Spaghetti-O's or pizza."" I laughed, stripping off the gloves and tucking them into my open gun bag. The peel away black front protected from gunpowder and spatter, and had already gone into a trash bag. Kari watched, shaking her head. I shrugged apologetically.
+""I wasn't always a geek computer programmer."" She nodded, then looked away.
+""I'm sorry."" I put a hand on her knee.
+""It's okay... I understand. I would've done the same thing."" She shook her head.
+""No, it's not OK... My sister was always a bitch."" I blinked, puzzled.
+""I'm not following."" She laughed.
+""No, I guess not."" But she did not go on. She fingered the tatters of her dress, seemingly suddenly self-conscious. I pulled into another ubiquitous Walmart, and leaving the phone with Kelly again, ran in to grab sweat bottoms and a T-shirt with Tinkerbell... appropriately feminine and child friendly. I grabbed a fleece jacket, as well, then similar kit for the kids. I was back to the car within 5 minutes, handing bags to the others like Christmas gifts.
+""Sorry, I had to guess on sizes."" If Kari was embarrassed about changing in the truck beside me, she hid it well. I tried not to notice the thong panties or the nice way she filled her bra. Even so, she caught me watching once.
+""Eyes on the road, Superman."" I shook my head.
+""Just wondering how you kept so flat a stomach after two kids."" She shrugged. I was more interested in her story, but she was not talking that night. I found an Olive Garden and the kids reluctantly agreed to cheese and pepperoni pizza. We ate like a family, attracting no undue attention, beyond the occasional lingering glance at Kari by one man or another.  
+I was watching the kids devouring the 'death by chocolate' dessert lasagna before Kari spoke.
+""We're sisters.""
+""You and me?"" I shook my head, ""Sorry, wrong equipment."" She rolled her eyes.
+""Little ears.""
+""They can't hear 'equipement?' Sorry.""
+""Audrey is my sister."" A piece of the puzzle that remained... and a reason Kari had always seemed somewhat familiar. ""Not something I'm proud to admit."" I nodded. ""Our mom was... well, mom was a piece of work. We're half-sisters. Her father is a biker... He was in and out, even after mom was with my dad."" I could see how Audrey might believe sleeping around was acceptable... and how she'd choose biker scum. ""Mom let him bring us all along to some of their rallies..."" She rubbed a hand where I knew a tattoo marked her skin, ""She let him give us tattoos as 'gifts' when we turned 18.""
+""Audrey doesn't have any tattoos,"" I was puzzled.
+""No, she made a deal with me... It's why I have two."" I winced.
+""What was the deal?"" I was not sure I wanted to know, but had already asked.
+""She would sleep with the bikers who kept hitting on us. I wasn't interested... I wanted to study... I was trying to get into nursing school."" I looked at the two sharing the table with us, intently coloring the menus.
+""Then she went back on the deal?""
+""See, you know my sister after all... We got drunk... At least, I thought we both got drunk. I woke up two days later, obviously having been..."" She shrugged, ""But they're great kids."" I reached across and put a hand on hers.
+""I'm sorry.""
+""No, I'm sorry... I should've trusted you... Should've warned you."" I laughed.
+""Oh, you did... You did not make any move to... incite me. You were a dutiful hawk of a mom, helping to keep me from making a mistake with your 'sixteen year old daughters.' And c'mon, you could be their older, smarter sister."" She smiled, then.
+""What happens now?"" I sat back.
+""If you're interested, the deal still stands.""
+""What?""
+""Well, with new guests, of course... But JD won't be a problem anymore, and neither will your treacherous sister.""
+""Why's that?"" I shrugged.
+""I do... sensitive work for the government. The security department there has been watching things. I hadn't figured your role in it all, and I know Audrey didn't have a clue what I did, but JD got to her... apparently she wasn't opposed to banging bikers, after all. They wanted to... compromise a new project that we're putting into place. Something that will make it very hard to safely bring drugs across the border more than once.""
+""This was all to protect their supply line?"" I nodded.
+""It's a multi-million dollar black market economy. And if we're going to decriminalize it, it'll dry up, so they need to make their money while they can."" She shook her head. I nodded. ""I know... I don't quite know how they thought my wife leaving me for them would've convinced me to help them... maybe they thought getting my money back and getting rid of the lying tramp would be a winner for me.""
+""So instead she'll keep hounding you for a divorce..."" I wondered if I heard a trace of sadness in her statement.
+""Oh no.""
+""I don't understand.""
+""Well, she threatened a project crucial to the national security of this country,"" I paused, ""And anytime now will be found returning to the scene of a lover's quarrel gone bad.""
+""What?""
+""Poor JD... I don't know what he said or did, but can you imagine being shotgunned like that?"" Kari stared at me for a minute.
+""Would you do that?"" I sat back.
+""I don't know what you're talking about,"" I looked over at the kids, ""My wife left me and nearly destroyed my career, but I'm moving on... I have friends... I have potential. I won't grieve over her crime... If anything I'll feel relieved it wasn't me."" I finished my soda. ""Besides, anyone willing to trick her sister into being abused and raped... willing to have her 'man' use her sister for his pleasure... and willing to threaten her sister's kids for a misguided plan to get rich... who better to disappear into the bowels of our country's anti-terror laws?""
+I did not have to wait 15 seconds before Kari relaxed visibly.
+""Then it's over."" And it was. As part of the secret proceedings, a divorce was granted, as well as any debts being forgiven. That meant the Honda the police had confiscated could be left in impound, and Kari took over driving Audrey's much nicer Civic.
+The kids seem happy with their new school... I have not seen any sign they suffer nightmares or other trauma from their experience. When they started calling me 'dad' occasionally, it left me speechless... I had never considered what I was missing without a family; now I cannot imagine not having one.
+It wasn't easy... Kari is less than comfortable around any man, much less a man with the ability if not a penchant for violence. I did not press her. I had enough work keeping Emily at bay, arranging a friendly working relationship without offending her... Eventually she understood, while a delectable young woman in her own right, she was too young for me, and would never tolerate my many idiosyncrasies. Even that was not enough initially, prompting only a retort that she was looking for a 'fuck buddy' not a husband. When I emphasized that is not... and will not be the way I look at sex... Sometimes your greatest allies can be the people who have a different point of view.
+Shortly after Emily and Kari spent an evening together as part of a company sponsored 'girls night out,' to which spouses and significant others had been invited, Kari knocked on my door one night. To describe the night we shared... I wish I could. I can volunteer that each night since has been better... and better for both of us.
+It's not perfect... I know I'm not perfect. Kids can be selfish. Sprocket eats at least one shoe a week. Adults take things for granted and daily risk misunderstandings. But there's no one either of us would rather be with... I find I even kind of like a couple specific tattoos these days. Life goes on.
+***"
+258,Rob's Saga Ch. 03,torchthebitch,Chain Stories,2009-11-14,2009-11-14,2022-01-08 03:53:27,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/robs-saga-ch-03,Torchthebitch's take on the JPB Invitational challenge.,"['Cheating Wife', 'Deceit', 'Police']",4.24,"**Rob's Saga. TTB's Take**
+Audrey launched a campaign to get back in my life. She started to bombard me with phone calls and e-mails. Now it was easy enough to avoid her e-mails and simply delete them unread. It was a different matter with the phone calls. I was avoiding Bev and Barb by staying out of my home unless Kari was there. I was refusing to answer the phone when I was home, and leaving my cell switched off when out. I was spending my whole life staying out of other people's way. It started to wear me down.
+It was easy enough to change my home phone number. That made the evenings a little less stressful. What I didn't expect was that changing my cell phone would also resolve the Bev and Barb dilemma. I was sitting in my room familiarizing myself with my new phone when Kari told me she was running out to the store to pick up a few groceries that had run out. Non essentials like coffee. I mean, how do you run out of coffee? I was starting to think she was setting me up.
+Bev came into the room first.
+""Mum is out, how about a little taste?""
+I fiddled with the phone a little more before answering.
+""Bev, I have told you both, I want nothing to do with you. You are only sixteen. This is my house. I offered your mother and you a roof over your head, and you two are abusing the privilege by trying to get me into trouble.""
+Barb came in, naked to the waist. ""Bev, I told you I was going to have him first!""
+I threw her a towel, ""Cover yourself up please. I have told you not to wander around naked.""
+""What's up? Don't you like my boobs?""
+""Look, if you don't start behaving and respecting my home, I will ask your mother to leave and tell her why.""
+""And we've told you if you try it, we'll just tell her you are a pervert who tried to rape us,"" said Bev.
+""You have to accept it. We are going to fuck you, and there is nothing you can do about it.""
+""Let me make this clear. You are under age. I am not going to have sex with you. If you keep harassing me, I will tell your mother and you will have to find somewhere else to live. Now you are both doing well enough at school for me to know you aren't stupid. So get it into your heads, I want nothing to do with you. Get out of my room!""
+They looked fairly shocked that I was quite so firm this time. I had two reasons. First I was pissed off having to live my life being dictated by other people. Second, I had taken a leaf out of the book of modern youth. I had used my cell phone to record the conversation. While familiarizing myself with the phone, I had switched on the video recording feature. I had surreptitiously aimed it at them. Once they left the room I made sure the recording was saved to the memory card.
+Kari arrived back, and made coffee. I noticed that she didn't open the new pack she had just bought. I took my cup and excused myself and went to the computer. I connected to the cell phone, downloaded the recording and e-mailed it to my work address. I also downloaded it to a couple of DVDs. Then I listened to it on the headset. The quality wasn't great, but it was good enough to hear most of what was said. I realized that Kari and the girls had free access to my home most of the day. Putting together all the little snippets I had picked up, I was starting to wonder if Kari and the girls were part of some plan of the Diablos to trap me. I took the DVDs and put them in mailers, went onto the USPS site and bought Click-N-Ship postage for them, printing off the labels and fixing them to the mailers. Then I deleted everything I had done.
+""I'm going out for a beer.""
+""On your own? Do you want some company?"" offered Kari.
+""No, I'm meeting a couple of friends. You might not want to be seen with them. They are police.""
+""I'll give it a miss.""
+I checked my Beretta; made sure I had my spare clips, and looked around the front yard before leaving the house. Then I drove to the nearest mailbox to mail the DVDs, one to myself at work, and one to Lou at the police station. Then I phoned him.
+""Lou, can we meet?""
+""Diablos?""
+""No, but maybe something tied into them.
+""I'm in the station; do you want to talk there or somewhere private?""
+""I think the station might be good. I'll be there in fifteen minutes.""
+I laid my cards on the table. I told Lou everything that had gone on with the Kari and the girls. ""Jeez, man. You are one dumb fuck! What were you thinking of? Some woman who ran with the Diablos turns up on your doorstep two fuckin weeks after the main event and tells you she's out on her ass, and you invite her into your home. You gotta death wish or somethin'? They had two weeks to set it up.""
+""They wouldn't have known I would do that.""
+""No, they wouldn't. They probably expected you to try to get to know her better though. Maybe try dating or something. She says she wants to see the guy who beat the shit out of her man and your ego took over. She tells you she's in a biker gang and you bought that shit? You just gave them the biggest present you could. Lemme see that recording.""
+After viewing it he went and got another officer and an evidence bag. ""We are going to take a statement off you and I want the memory card from your phone.""
+""Lou, I was only looking for a little advice.""
+""And from what you tell me, Rob, we could be looking at a major conspiracy. I want to make sure the case is watertight.""
+""You seem pretty certain that it is."" I was starting to get worried.
+""Rob. I could be wrong, but I don't like the way this looks. I am not about to take any chances.""
+I made the statement, giving him as much detail as I knew about Kari.
+""Her name, and the make and model of her car? That's all? What was her previous address?""
+""I don't know. I lent her the truck and she went to get her stuff herself.""
+""Rob, do you do banking over the internet from home?""
+""Yes.""
+""And you leave two teenage girls in your house with access to that computer? Fuck's sake Rob! They figured out your weak spot and played it. Where is Audrey?""
+""At her sister's.""
+""How do you know?""
+""I ... she told me.""
+""Ever phone her there?"" ""Yes.""
+""On her sister's landline?""
+""No. Audrey's mobile.""
+""So how do you know where she is?""
+""I don't.""
+""Exactly. I'll want access to your house. We'll have to sweep it for bugs, and then plant our own. Although, if we find any, we could be screwed. I'll leave that to the technical guys. I was going to phone you anyway. I've checked out the Diablo Riders, and they aren't just a local outfit. They are affiliated with Diablos across the country. The word is they've called in outside help. This might turn Federal on us. If it does we'll probably have to analyze your computer, so make sure your taxes are right. The get out of jail free card we gave you won't cover you for federal offences.""
+""I got an accountant to do them the past couple of years so I'm good.""
+""Right, don't forget to call into the bar and have a beer before you get home.""
+""Yeah, I will.""
+********
+Next morning things got worse. My nerves were starting to fray. I checked my gun and ammo about three times before I got to the door. When I looked out to check the area, the first thing I saw was Audrey leaning against her car. As I made my way to mine she hurried over.
+""Rob, we need to talk.""
+""No we don't."" I got into my car and drove off. She was waiting for me again after work. ""Audrey, keep this up and I'll get a restraining order.""
+""Well that is what you are going to have to do. I'm going to get you back, Rob.""
+Home life continued as before, I didn't notice any change in Kari's behavior, Bev and Barb continued to taunt me.
+Lou phoned and asked me to call into the station.
+""Some good news and some bad news. The good news is that there were no bugs in your house. The bad news? There are now. So behave yourself.""
+""What about Kari?""
+""Oh you have got yourself a doozie there, Rob. She is one smart cookie. We picked up prints and DNA when we were sweeping your house. She is wanted in three States on drugs and firearms offences, and she has been linked to four murders.""
+""So why am I still breathing then.""
+""They have been tracking your passwords on your computer; they are waiting to track all your accounts. Are you still carrying your gun?""
+""Yes, I am.""
+""Let's go to the range.""
+""Why?""
+""Come on.""
+At the range, Lou took my gun and cocked it. When he pulled the trigger nothing happened. He worked the action again and tried to fire again. Once more, nothing. He tried my other clips, and they were the same. My ammunition had been replaced by duds.
+""Someone knew you had a concealed carry, and made sure it was no use to you.""
+""How did they do it?""
+""When do you not have it on you?""
+""At the gym.""
+""And when you are sleeping. I'd put my money on when you are sleeping.""
+""But I keep my room locked at night.""
+""And their rooms were locked when we went in to bug them. Those locks aren't worth a fuck Rob.""
+For the first time I was really thinking I wasn't getting out of this alive. ""What should I do, Lou?""
+""I would say get out of there.""
+""I'll be looking over my shoulder for ever.""
+""At least you'll be able to look. OK. Load up with these."" He gave me a box of 9mm
+""We'll follow you home in an unmarked car.""
+I was right on edge as I drove home. Just to add to my grief Audrey was parked outside the house. Kari's car was sitting in the road with the girls in the front and rear passenger seats. Kari and Audrey were standing by Audrey's car having an argument.
+I pulled into the driveway and got out of my car. I was walking across to speak to Audrey and Kari when there was a burst of gun fire from Kari's car. As I looked I saw two tongues of flame leaping towards me from the front and rear seats, I could hear noise but didn't understand what I was hearing. I dived to the ground drawing my 92F and loosed off a couple of rounds towards the car. When I hit the ground I scurried like a crab to the curb along the edge of the garden. Four inches of cover. I measured it later. That was where I made my stand. I was focused on Kari's car. There was only one gun firing at me. I took a breath, aimed, and put a five round group into the door. There was no more flame from the car but I was still taking incoming. I realized the sound was coming from Audrey's car. I saw Kari running at me with something like a MAC or UZI spraying as she ran at me. As I brought my gun to bear, I saw a spray of crimson arcing towards me; her gun flew through the air as she fell.
+All I heard was, ""PUT YOUR GUN DOWN, PUT YOUR GUN DOWN,"" then ""ROB, PUT YOUR GUN DOWN."" I dropped my aim and set my gun in front of me.
+*****
+The next thing I knew I was lying in a bright clean hospital room. Lou was beside my bed.
+""What the fuck happened, Lou?""
+""When you started to walk towards Kari and Audrey, the two girls opened up on you from the car with automatics, Kari and Audrey were firing from the other car. You took two bullets in the legs but your first rounds hit Beverly in the back of the car, your little group into the car door took Barbra out of the game. Very nice group by the way. My partner Jim put two rounds into Audrey's back and put her down, but when Kari saw there was no firing coming from her car, she flipped out and charged at you spraying rounds everywhere. Jim and I kept firing till she went down.""
+""Are they dead?""
+""Kari and Barbra are dead. Beverly took one in the throat and one in the chest. She'll use one of those buzzers on her neck to talk now, and she's kind of unbalanced in the pectoral region now. I don't think the prison system will spend money on reconstructive surgery. Audrey will spend her jail time in a wheelchair. One of Jim's bullets severed her spine. You sure can pick your women, Rob."" ""Just what did I get into, Lou?""
+""Near as we can make it Rob. Audrey was staying at her sisters. Her sister Kari's.""
+""They were sisters?""
+""Yup. Seems Kari left a few years ago but as thing heated up she came back home to hide out. She tied up with her sister again and they planed to take you for your bank account. The trouble was you screwed up their plan, so Kari decided she was going to take you for everything. Kari had already hooked Audrey on drugs, and she was turning tricks for the Diablos. Audrey told Kari all she needed to know to work on you. The rest is history.""
+""What set it off?""
+""They were using tracking software to get your passwords, but Bev discovered the downloads of the recording you made on your cell. They figured they would take what they had and run. If we hadn't checked your gun and given you live ammo, you were dead. They had us out gunned. Lucky they had their backs to us.""
+""You guys aren't going to be in trouble are you?""
+""With the amount of cases lying about the street?"" They fired over a hundred rounds at you. We're clear, don't worry. Just you get better.""
+""What about the Diablos?""
+""They cut and ran. There's no more paydays in this town for them. It may not seem it but you've done the community a service. By the way, there was a message on your answering service from your doctor to phone him. We phoned and told him where you were. He told us to tell the doctors you had syphilis. Must have been a parting gift from Audrey. The hospital has you on antibiotics. It shouldn't affect your recovery.""
+*****
+Bev was tried as an adult, because of the automatic weapon; she got twenty- five to life. Audrey got life. The judge knew she would spend it in a wheelchair, but let her live anyway. I call that cruel and unusual punishment -- and I fucking love it.
+Me? I had taken one round to the thigh and one to the calf. They both ripped a lot of muscle mass away, but I can walk and exercise. I can still fight; I'm just not as quick as I was. I still have a concealed carry permit, and probably always will. I sold the house and Audrey's Civic. I live in one of those gated condos. As for women? I get my share.
+I just don't let them get too close anymore."
+259,Rob's Saga,Just Plain Bob,Chain Stories,2009-10-24,2009-11-22,2022-01-08 03:53:22,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/robs-saga-ch-01,1. Just Plain Bob Annual Invitational. 2. JPB's ending of the story.,[''],4.46,"_It is October and that means that it is time for the annual Just Plain Bob Invitational. I am constantly bombarded with comments saying things like ""You call that a story? My ten year old can do better than that."" Also heard a lot is ""If that were my story xxxxx would have xxxxxxx and xxxxx would have xxxx."" So here is everyone's chance to show me how it should really be done. Step up and put an ending to this story. There is only one rule. You must state in your opening that your story is a continuation of my story._
+ **Editor's Note** : you must also put your story in the Chain Stories category and title it ""Rob's Saga: YOURSUBTITLEHERE"", where YOURSUBTITLEHERE is a short (1-3 words) subtitle.
+x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x
+It had been a long day. A 'brown out' had slowed things down at work and it couldn't have happened at a worst time. The production run was already behind and we were up against a hard deadline. The contract had penalties for failure to deliver on time and we would have to work overtime on the weekend if we were to have any chance at all of meeting the deadline.
+I was looking forward to a cold beer on the living room couch as I caught the news on CNN. There was a Harley in the driveway just behind Audrey's Hondo Civic and I wondered who it might belong to. I walked into the living room and found Audrey sitting on the couch with some guy who looked just like the typical 'biker' that you see portrayed in the movies and on TV. A vest with all kinds of badges, pins and patches over a shirt with the sleeves torn off. Jeans, engineer boots completed the costume. His arms and hands were covered with tattoos and even without seeing them I would bet that he had a ""hate"" tattoo on his left hand and a ""love"" tattoo on his right.
+Audrey stood up as I walked into the room and said, ""Good. Now we can get this over with.""
+""Get what over with Aud?""
+""I'm leaving you Rob.""
+That came as a surprise to me as I'd not seen any indication of her dissatisfaction with me or our marriage. I looked at the guy sitting on the couch and smirking at me while holding a beer that I'd bet came from my stock in the fridge. I nodded toward him and said:
+""With this piece of shit?""
+He didn't like that and he started to get up. I ignored him and said to Audrey:
+""Good luck with your new life.""
+I didn't waste any time with ""Why?"" or ""What have I done?"" or any of that other bullshit. If she was leaving and had asshole there to hold her hand it meant that she had already stabbed me in the back and cheated on me with him so she was history in my books. I turned to go to the kitchen and get me a beer and then the biker said:
+""That's it? Your bitch tells you she is dumping your ass and all you say is have a nice life? Oh well, she said you would be a wimp.""
+I turned and looked at Audrey. ""Did you say that? Did you tell asshole here that I was a wimp?""
+Audrey looked away from me and I had my answer. I turned to the asshole and hit him. It caught him by surprise. Wimps aren't supposed to get violent, right? He shook it off and came after me. He must have been still thinking of me as a wimp because he didn't use any caution at all. He just rushed at me. I kicked the inside of his right knee and drove it outward and he screamed and went down as the knee gave way. I kicked him twice in the stones, lifted him up and slammed him against the wall and then I beat the living shit out of him. The entire time Audrey was screaming, ""Stop it, stop it"" but I ignored her. When I got tired I let him slump to the floor. I looked over at Audrey and said:
+""How's that for being wimpy Aud?""
+I grabbed asshole by his feet and drug him outside and left him lying on the driveway next to his bike and then I went into the garage and got the half inch drive breaker bar and a screwdriver out of my tool box and went back to where the asshole was lying on the ground and moaning. I used the breaker bar to bust every light on the bike and then I carved ""The wimp did this"" into the paint on his gas tank.
+I went back into the house and found Audrey sitting on the couch crying and I said:
+""I hope you know how to ride his bike because I don't think he is in shape to do it.""
+""I can't drive a motorcycle. I'm taking my car.""
+""Oh no you aren't"" I said as I grabbed her purse and dumped it out on the coffee table. I picked up her keys as I said ""That car still has my name on the title and we still owe on it. I don't trust you to make the payments and I'll be damned if I'm going to let you ruin my credit.""
+Then I noticed the white envelope with First National Bank on it and I picked it up and looked inside. It was stuffed with money. I took my cell phone off my belt and hit the speed dial number for the bank. I punched in our account number and the mechanical voice said:
+""Your checking account balance is six dollars and thirteen cents. Press two for withdrawal information. Press three for...""
+I disconnected and snarled, ""You bitch. You fucking whore! A house payment due, a car payment due and you cleaned me out and were going to leave me here holding the bag.""
+I picked up her wallet and took everything out of it except her driver's license and tossed it to her.
+""Get out. Get your worthless ass out of here before I lose it and do to you what I did to that asshole you brought into my house.""
+""All my things are in the car.""
+""I'll clean the car out and dump your shit in the driveway. Anything still there on trash day will go out on the curb with the rest of the garbage now get the fuck out of here.""
+She walked out the door sniffling and sobbing and I went to the fridge to get another beer. As I pulled the tab on the can I had a thought so I set the beer down on the kitchen table and went back outside. Audrey was digging through the car for something and the biker was sitting up, leaning against his bike and retching. I walked up and looked down at him.
+""I know your type asshole. I know just what you are going to do. You are going to round up some buddies and come back here to show me that I can't fuck with you and get away with it. I know you are going to do it and so I'll be watching out for you. I'm warning you now that if I see your ass again I'll do more than just beat the fuck out of you. Remember that asshole. You have been warned.""
+I went back into the house and about a half hour later I heard the Harley start up and drive off.
+I was in the living room getting asshole's empty beer can off of the coffee table when I noticed a leather jacket lying on the floor next to the couch. I picked it up and on the back was painted a skull and the words ""Diablo Riders."" I looked at it for a few seconds and then I called my cousin Lou who was a sergeant on the local police force and asked him if he knew anything about the Diablo Riders.
+""Only that they are a bunch of bad mother fuckers. They are into dope dealing and prostitution, but we haven't been able to hang anything on them. Why do you want to know about them?
+I told him and he laughed. ""I guess I know what Audrey will be doing this time next week. They'll have her hooked on something and she will be out on the streets making money for them. But you have a problem cuz. They can't allow what you did to go unavenged. It might give other people ideas.""
+x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x
+I was watching the pregame show on Monday night football when the call came. I turned off the TV and went out and sat down on the front porch swing. Just a little over an hour later a car and two pick up trucks pulled up in front of the house and seven guys got out. One of them was asshole and I was pleased to see that he was walking with a cane. They came up the walk and I went down off the porch to meet them. One of them, a big ugly bearded dude said:
+""You fucked up man. You don't mess with one of our guys and get away with it.""
+""I would suggest that you get off my property and do it now.""
+""Oh we will be going shit face, but not until after we teach you a lesson.""
+Two men moved in on me, one on each side and then the ugly dude swung at me. I didn't try to avoid the punch; I just stood there and took it. All hell broke loose as cops came spilling out of the house and garage and police cars with lights flashing and sirens going roared up the street and pulled up in front of the house. It all distracted the ugly dude and I speared him in the throat with the stiffened fingers of my right hand. At the same time I kicked the right knee of the guy on my right and he went down. The guy on my left was already running, but he didn't get far before two cops had him on the ground and were cuffing him.
+Ugly dude lay at my feet gasping for breath and the other guy was clutching his knee and moaning. The rest of the group were all in handcuffs and being led away. All except asshole. He was standing there leaning on his cane as he watched his buds being loaded into the back of cop cars. My cousin Lou and another officer led him into the garage, sat him down on a chair and then cuffed him to it. Lou showed me two small cellophane bags and said:
+""We found this on him. It is enough to take him down for possession with intent to sell. What do you want me to do?""
+""Dump it or lose it. I don't want him in jail. I want him out where I can get to him.""
+Lou handed me the keys to the handcuffs and then he and the other officer left. I walked over to my tool box and brought out the half inch drive breaker bar and then walked back over to stand in front of asshole. I stood there lightly tapping my palm with the breaker bar and then said:
+""They call this a breaker bar because it can usually break loose a stubborn nut or bolt. But you might remember that it can also break things. Remember the lights on your scooter? Remember what I told you the last time I saw you? I told you that if I ever saw you again I'd do more than just beat the fuck out of you, but you didn't listen did you. Did you see the punch that your buddy threw at me? Did you see me just stand there and take it? That was the price I had to pay to get you in this chair. I had to take that punch so it could be caught on tape to show just cause for the cops to take down your friends. Maybe they will thank you for giving them the opportunity to spend some time in jail. Think?""
+I swung the breaker bar at his right knee as hard as I could and he screamed. I grabbed a shop towel from my work bench and forced it into his mouth to quiet him down and then I beat his right knee into mush. He had passed out from the pain so he was dead weight when I loaded him into the back of my pick up. I drove to a park just outside of town, pulled him out of the truck and dropped him by the pay phone just outside the public toilets. I checked his pockets to make sure that he had enough change to call for help and when I saw he didn't I put two quarters in his pocket.
+I woke him up with some smelling salts and when I had his attention I told him:
+""I warned you last time and you ignored it. You can ignore this warning too if you want to and it won't bother me at all. You like western movies? You know the part where one guy says to the other ""This town isn't big enough for both of us. You have until sundown to get out of town?"" That's where we are now. Here's the deal. You need to leave this town and never come back. In two weeks I'm going to start looking for you and if I find you, depending on the mood I'm in, I'll either kill you or put you in a wheelchair for the rest of your life and you will be taking all of your meals through a straw. One last thing. What happened to you tonight didn't come from me. Call whoever you want and file any complaint you feel like, but I have five cops who will swear that I was playing cards with them. Remember. Two weeks and I come looking.""
+I left him there and drove home.
+Lou called me in the morning. The biker's vehicles had dope and weapons galore in them. Three of the bikers had guns on them and two of the gun totters were on parole so they were on their way back to prison. Two were carrying knives longer than the law allowed and all of them had dope on them. They were all going to be going to jail for a while.
+""The Tri-County Drug Task Force owes you and they told me to tell you that they have you covered.""
+""What does that mean?""
+""What it means is that unless you do something totally stupid you will probably never again get a ticket in the Tri-County area in this life.""
+Two days later he called me again. ""I talked with Audrey last night. She is staying with her sister. I told her what she almost got herself into and she said that she already knew and that is why she is at her sisters. Seems that after the boys headed for your place to pay you a visit some of the girls in the clubhouse clued her in and she split and went to her sisters. She asked me to call you and ask you if she could come home and talk to you.""
+""No thanks cuz. She said it all when she told me she was leaving me and when I found out she had cleaned out the bank account it was all over.""
+""Okay Rob, just passing a message. Be careful. There are still a couple of Diablo Riders still out there. They aren't really hardcore which is why they weren't with the bunch that came to visit, but better safe than sorry. Given your good standing with the Task Force we could probably get you a concealed carry permit if you want.""
+""Thanks Lou; I'll have to think on that.""
+x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x
+Two weeks went by and one night when I came home from looking for asshole I found a woman sitting on my front porch steps. She stood up as I approached and I saw that she was a sexy looking woman although in a hard way if you know what I mean. I'm no judge of tit size, but hers were substantial and the tank top she was wearing showed plenty of cleavage. About five foot six, dishwater blond hair and she filled out her jeans nicely and altogether she looked like a lady I wouldn't mind playing with. The only thing I saw that I didn't care for were the tattoos she had. She had the 'barbed wire' one on her left arm and what looked like a bunch of flowers on her right arm at the shoulder. She probably had a couple more that I couldn't see. I walked up to her and asked:
+""What can I do for you?""
+""I just had to come by and get a look at the man who was bad enough to chase DJ out of town.""
+""And you are?""
+""I was DJ's squeeze. I don't know if I should kiss you for making him leave or kick you in the balls.""
+""Why the big spread?""
+""On the one hand I'm glad he's gone, but on the other it screws me up big time.""
+""How's that?""
+""The rent is due and he split with the money. We've been late a couple of times before and the landlord said that the next time we were late we were out. Oh well, it won't be the first time we have had to sleep in the car.""
+She looked me up and down and the said, ""Amazing. You don't look anything at all like a hard ass.""
+She started to walk away and I called out ""Hey!"" She turned back to me and I said:
+""Don't leave me in suspense here. The kick or the kiss?""
+She smiled, walked back to me, put her arms around me and kissed me. ""Thanks"" she said as she turned to go and I said ""You said we when you mentioned sleeping in the car.""
+""I have two daughters.""
+""Your landlord will really kick you out if you are late with the rent?""
+""He said he would and that's all I have to go on.""
+I was probably making a big mistake, but my thinking was that asshole was all set to leave with my woman so what better than him to find out that I was with his. Also, if he came back for her I wouldn't have to look as hard to find him.
+""Can you cook?"" I asked her before she could get away.
+""Why?""
+""I'm not that great in the kitchen and thanks to your ex-roomie I don't have a cook and housekeeper any more. It's a four bedroom house so there is plenty of room for you and your daughters. No strings attached. You will be the live in cook and maid and that's all.""
+""You serious?""
+""You bet.""
+""Why would you do something like that?""
+""He was all set to walk out of here with my wife. Imagine how he will take it when he hears that the woman that used to be his is now living with me. He won't know that all you are is a live in maid. He will think that we are doing the horizontal boogie and it will make him nuts. And I really can't cook for beans. As I see it it is a win win situation.""
+""Can I trust you?""
+""Like I'm going to say no you can't? As long as your Honda keeps running you can leave whenever you think you can't trust me.""
+""When can I move in?""
+""Right now if you want.""
+She gave me a long look and then said, ""I'll need help moving my stuff and some of the guys who will help me are members of the Diablos. You sure you want them to know where you live?""
+""They already know sweetie.""
+""Kari.""
+""Kari?""
+""Kari is my name, not sweetie.""
+""Okay Kari"" I said as I handed her the keys to my truck. ""Give me the keys to the Honda. You can get the Diablos to help you load the truck, but we won't need them here. I'll take care of the unloading.""
+She looked at me with a strange expression and said, ""The keys are in it. Why are you trusting me with your truck? That's a ten year old car parked at the curb and your truck is almost brand new.""
+""Trust has nothing to do with it Kari. If you aren't back in a reasonable amount of time I'll call it in as stolen and with all the friends I have on the local police force and in the county sheriffs office it won't take them any time at all to find it.'
+I didn't mention the fact that the truck had Lo-Jack installed.
+""Besides, I'm trusting that you want your daughters safe and not out on the streets if the landlord follows through on his threat.""
+She gave me another long look and then she turned and left.
+She was back in three hours and as she got out of the truck I got my next surprise. I don't know why, but based on my best guess of Kari's age I imagined that her daughters would probably be around eight or nine so I was surprised when twin girls who looked every bit of twenty or twenty-one got out of the truck with her.
+Kari walked up to me and as she handed me the keys to the truck she said, ""Close your mouth before flies take up residence.""
+I looked at her. ""No way. No way are you old enough to have twenty year old daughters.""
+""They are not twenty. They are an extremely well developed sixteen.""
+""Still, you are old enough to have daughters that age.""
+""Of course I am. I had them when I was fifteen.""
+She called the girls over and introduced them as Beverly and Barbara. They looked at me warily, but took my hand and shook it.
+""Come on"" I said, ""Let me show you where you will be staying.""
+I led them into the house and took them on a tour which ended up on the second floor. I pointed out the three spare bedrooms and told them to take their pick. The three of the looked over the rooms, made their choices and then we went down and unloaded the truck.
+Once they were moved in I told them that I hadn't been expecting company so the pantry was bare and I told Kari to check out the kitchen and the freezer in the basement and make a list of what we needed while I took a shower. I finished my shower, checked out Kari's list to see if there was anything I wanted to add and then we went shopping. I dropped Kari and the girls at King Soopers and told her I had an errand to run and would be back before they got to the check out stands. I told her to buy enough to last us two weeks.
+""Why two weeks?""
+""Because I hate shopping.""
+I left them to shop and I drove over to Home Depot and picked up a few things and then drove back to the store. When we got home Kari said she would whip up something for dinner and I went out in the garage and rummaged through my tool box for what I would need.
+We had a dinner of hamburger steaks and gravy with mashed potatoes and green beans and when everyone was done eating I reached down by my chair and pulled up the Home Depot bag. I took out the three packaged sets of keyed doorknobs and handed one to each of them.  
+""I know that all three of you are a little worried about what you might be getting into so I got you these. I'm giving them to you in the package so that you can see that it has not been opened so copies could be made of the keys and I want each of you to be standing there watching as I open the packages, give you the keys and install the doorknobs. I want all three of you to know that you are safe in this house.""
+I saw all three of them look at each other and maybe I just imagined it, but I thought I saw all three of them relax just a little.
+""Okay then. A couple of rules to follow. Just as your rooms are off limits to me, mine is off limits to you. I have to get up at five to go to work so I'm usually in bed by ten or ten-thirty so try to keep the noise down after I sack out. There is a computer in the den and you are free to use it, but no porn sites. Porn sites are where most of the viruses come from. If there is anything in the kitchen that is especially yours label it otherwise what is in the fridge and pantry is up for grabs. And last of all I don't know if any of you smoke, but if you do the house is a smoke free zone. Outside on the patio or in the garage if the weather is bad, but never in the house. Those are mine. Do you have any?""
+The two girls looked at each other and then one of them, I'm not sure which since I had not yet learned to tell them apart, asked:
+""Can we have friends over?""
+""Of course you can, but you are responsible for them while they are here.""
+""How about TV? Do you have any special shows we need to be aware of so we aren't on it when you want to be?""
+""There are a couple but I have a set in my bedroom if need be. Oh, one other thing. I despise rap music so if you play it make sure that I don't hear it. Anything else?""
+The three of them looked at each other and then Kari said, ""I guess not, but if we think of something can we bring it up later?""
+""Of course you can.""
+""Okay then"" Kari said, ""Come on girls, time to clear the table and clean the kitchen.""
+As they got up I asked myself again if I knew what I was doing and once again the answer was ""hell no!""
+I was sitting in front of the TV in the living room when the girls finished and Kari sent the twins off to do their homework and then she joined me on the couch.
+""I need to know some things Rob.""
+""Shoot.""
+""Is this just something temporary, just a couple of weeks maybe, while you work on some plan concerning DJ?""
+""Not at all. I admit that it concerns DJ, but the time limit on your stay is up to you. That of course is subject to change if I end up with another woman in my life, but I don't see that happening until I can legally get rid of the whore I'm married to and my information is that that little chore can take as long as six months. Why? Are you worried that I'm going to kick you out in a week or two?""
+""I'm not very trusting when it comes to me Rob. They have taken advantage of me and fucked over me most of my life. It hasn't helped any that I've made bad choices. I need to know if it is worth the time and effort to get the girls transferred from the school they are in to the one in this district.""
+""That's strictly up to you. All I can say is that you can stay here until you decide that you don't want to or until I have a new lady in my life and she objects to our arrangement.""
+""Okay. You need to know that I have a job. I wait tables at Patty Ann's Café on the morning shift. I get off at two so I'll still have plenty of time to take care of my duties here as cook, maid and chief dishwasher. Between me and the girls we will get the job done.""
+""So you could have paid the rent at your old place?""
+""Not hardly. I make enough to buy groceries and keep the girls in what they need. It is enough to take care of me if I was alone and living in a small one bedroom or studio apartment somewhere, but nowhere near enough to take care of the three of us in a place big enough for the three of us. DJ took care of the rent and utilities and I took care of the food and housekeeping.""
+""So what happened that I got a kiss for kicking him out of your life?""
+""He kept trying to get me to do drugs with him. He said sex was so much better when on a drug high, but I wasn't buying it. I knew if he got me to try drugs I'd end up hooked and I'd already seen what other Diablos did to the women they got hooked. And then there were the girls. DJ's friends were starting to pay too much attention to them. I'll give DJ credit. He wouldn't stand for any one messing with Barb and Bev, but I began to get the idea that that was because he wanted them for himself. I was already looking for a way out when you did whatever it was that made him run. What did you do?""
+I told her the story and she looked at me and said, ""That's why I'm here isn't it? You expect him to come for me and that is what you are hoping for right?""
+""It was a thought, but now that I've heard your story I don't think it is likely. I do hope that somehow he hears that you are living here with me. It should make him crazy.""
+""Not that I care any, but why take it out on him because your wife was going to leave you? If she could do it that easily shouldn't you have been thankful that he was getting her out of your life?""
+""If he had kept his mouth shut and just left I wouldn't have bothered with him at all, but when he started that wimp shit I couldn't let it stand any more than I could turn my back on him coming after me with his buddies.""
+""Would you really cripple him for life if you see him again?""
+""Absolutely. Threats and promises aren't worth spit unless you follow through on them. Too many people know about what I told the asshole and if the people don't see me follow through the word will get around that I don't mean what I say and I can't be having that.""
+""You told the girls they could have friends over as long as they take responsibility for them. Does that apply to me also?""
+""Of course, but remember what I said; hold the noise down after I've gone to bed.""
+She blushed. ""I don't have anybody waiting in the wings. It is too soon. DJ hasn't been gone long enough for me to start looking for a replacement, but it will happen sooner or later. I'm a healthy girl with healthy appetites. When it happens I'll try not to bring them here, but I did want to clear the decks just in case.""
+""Consider them cleared.""
+x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x
+Surprisingly enough it worked. Kari and the twins took turns cooking and between the three of them they kept the house cleaner than it had ever been.
+The Girls changed schools and they seemed to be good students. Kari worried about them a lot and she hovered over them like a momma bear over her cubs. She was afraid, and justifiably so, that a pair of sixteen year olds who looked twenty would be hit on a lot by the older boys and it scared her to death because that is what happened to her.
+She had been an impressionable and extremely well developed fourteen when the eighteen year old seniors at her high school started hitting on her. She got all starry eyed and believed one of the assholes when he told her that he loved her and then she watched as he ran like a thief in the night when he got her pregnant. She kept telling the girls to be careful because she didn't want them to end up like her.
+The arrangement was in its fourth week when a surprising development took place. Bev came up to me while I was on the computer in my den and her mother and sister were in the kitchen doing the dinner dishes.
+""Can I ask you something?""
+""Sure, go ahead.""
+""Are you gay?""
+""Hell no. Why would you think something like that?""
+""Why haven't you made a move on my mom? She is as horny as a billy goat and is ready for a man. Does she need to carry a sign saying ""Fuck me please"" before you pay attention to her?""
+""Maybe it is because your mom hasn't shown any interest in having a move made on her. Maybe it is because I'm still married and I don't feel right about going after other women before I'm divorced. Maybe it is because I have the hots for someone else.""
+And then, probably because I was a little pissed at her thinking I was gay and a little upset with her attitude, I decided to shock her and I said:
+""And just maybe it is because I want you and Barb and not your mother.""
+""I expected her to turn purple and run from the room, but she looked me right in the eye and said:
+""As long as you understand that it won't be without a condom.""
+I'm not sure, but I think I'm the one who turned purple. Bev gave me a little smile and turned and left the room. As I watched her walk I realized that Kari I had good reason to be scared. And so did I. I was painfully aware of the hard on that Bev has just given me.
+x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x
+From then on the tone of things changed around the house. Bev and Barb (apparently they kept no secrets from each other) started openly flirting with me when Kari wasn't around. I became aware that it was being offered to me if I was ready and willing to step up to the plate.
+And no, it was not just my imagination.
+Kari left the house at four-thirty to open Patty Ann's Café and get things set up for the breakfast crowd. I was up and ready to leave the house between five and five-fifteen and until the night that Bev came into the den the twins were never up until after I was gone. Suddenly, once Kari was gone, the twins were getting up and trotting between their bedrooms and the bathroom naked! It was obvious that I was being deliberately tempted. And tempted I was. God knows I was. But I was also smart enough to know that slipping my cock into a sixteen year old, no matter how desirable she might be, was a one way ticket to a dark and gloomy jail cell.
+About a week after the girls started running around naked in front of me I took a day off from work to go to the doctor's and get my yearly physical so I was still in the house at seven-thirty. The girls normally left the house for school around ten to eight. I was sitting at the computer checking my email when the girls came into the room. Barb said:
+""We want to know which of us you want to do first.""
+""I'm not going to do either one of you.""
+""Sure you are. Sooner or later one of us will get you so why fight it?""
+""There are all kinds of reasons for me to fight it. You are under age and when I got caught I would go to jail and I would get caught because your mom watches you too close. That's one and another is that your mom would kill me if she even thought I may have the idea of doing either of you. Then there is the health issue. No way I would be physically able to handle the both of you so forget it girls; it just ain't gonna happen.""
+""We don't hear you saying you don't want to, just that you are afraid to.""
+""And that is reason enough right there.""
+Bev said, ""First off the only reason mom is worried is because she doesn't want us to end up as single moms at our age. That won't ever happen because even though mom doesn't know it we are both on the pill thanks to an older friend of hers who pretended to be our mom when we went to the doctor and if you'll remember I already told you that you would have to use a condom. You won't go to jail because no one but the three of us will ever know. Your health won't be an issue because we will set up a schedule and take turns. You can come up with all the excuses you want, but we have made up our minds so it is going to happen.""
+She looked at her watch and said, ""Got to run or we will miss the bus. While you are out today load up on condoms"" and then she and Barb left.
+x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x
+As I sat in the waiting room at the doctor's office I was wondering how you were supposed to handle a pair of sixteen year olds that looked twenty and acted twenty-five. The best that I could come up with is that I was going to have to sit down with Kari and clue her in to what was going on.
+Was I scared? To death man, to death.
+I made sure not to go home before I knew Kari would be there. I did not want to be alone with Bev and Barb. I knew what I wasn't going to do, but I didn't know what they might do so I thought it best to avoid them.
+Dinner was almost ready when I did get home and I went into the bathroom to wash my hands and in the mirror over the sink I saw Barb come in behind me. She opened her blouse to show me that she didn't have a bra on and she cupped her tits in her hands and pointed them at me and said:
+""Still want to say no?""
+I ignored her and she laughed and left the room. Barb was sitting opposite me at the dinner table and even though I'm not a lip reader I had no trouble making out the word when she looked at me and silently mouthed the word ""chicken."" It made me even more determined to have a talk with Kari and I decided to do it when she sent the girls off to do their homework. During the time between dinner ending and the girls being sent off to their rooms I rehearsed what I would say to Kari, but then I started thinking 'what if she doesn't believe me? What if she goes to the girls and they say that it is all bullshit and that I've been hitting on them and now I'm trying to make trouble for them because they kept saying no. What if.....? By the time they were sent off to do their homework I did what Barb had silently accused me of. I chickened out.
+The next morning I made sure that I was up and out of the house a minute behind Kari. I would handle the problem with the girls by making sure that I was never alone with them. The Waffle House was open all night so I had a place to go to have breakfast and nurse a cup of coffee until it was time to go to work. That got old after two days so I knew I would have to find some other early morning activity to get me out of the house. I was looking through the morning paper and saw an ad announcing the grand opening of a fitness center and it said that the hours of operation would be from five in the morning until nine at night. It was $395 a year and I considered that a fair price if it kept me away from Bev and Barb.
+That became my new schedule. Up and out of the house at the same time as Kari and waiting at the door of the fitness center when it opened at five and on the other end of the day I made sure that I never went home until I knew that Kari would already be there.
+x-x-x-x-x-x-x
+While all that drama was taking place at home there was even more drama away from home and both had their origins in my confrontation with Audrey and DJ.
+Kari has kept in touch with one or two of her girl friends who were still running with the Diablos who were lucky enough not to be in jail. They told her that the word was that as soon as the ones I had caused to be locked up got out they would be coming for me. I called Lou and told him that I was interested in that concealed carry permit he had mentioned and he put me in touch with the people I had to talk with. I already had a Beretta 92F and after a twelve hour course I had a permit to carry.
+Next I tried to visit a couple of the Diablos who were in prison, but found out that the only way you could get on the approved visitor's list was if the inmate requested that you be put on it. I finally got one who was curious enough about why I wanted to visit to put me on his list. I went to see him on a Saturday. He sat on the other side of the glass partition and I could tell from the smirkish smile on his face that he knew what was planned for me so I cut right to the chase.
+""The reason I wanted to see you was to give you the chance to save your life.""
+The smirk disappeared and was replaced by a 'what the fuck you talking about' look.
+""Here's the deal. I've heard about what you say you are going to do to me when you get out and here is what I am going to do about it."" I took my carry permit out of my shirt pocket and held it up to the partition so he could read it.
+""They wouldn't let me bring the Beretta in here, but I don't go anywhere else without it. The way it is going to be is that if I see any one of you once you get out I will kill you. If we run into each other walking down an aisle at Safeway I will take out my gun and kill you. If I am in a gas station putting gas in my car and you pull in to get gas for your bike and I see you I will kill you. If I'm driving down the street and I see you coming up from behind in the next lane I will roll my window down and kill you when you get close enough. Get the message? If I see you anywhere at all I'm going to remember that you said you were going to get me when you got out and I will kill you before you get the chance.
+""All my friends in the sheriff's office and on the local police force know about your threat and they have already said to do what I have to do and they will make sure that it goes down as a justifiable homicide. So get your head around it. I will kill you if I see you. Tell all your buddies. If I see any of you you will die. I will not wait for you to make a move and then defend myself. I see you and I will kill you. Have a nice day.""
+I got up and walked out of the visiting room. It was bullshit about the cops giving me a pass, but he didn't know that. He saw all the cops I had waiting when he and his crew showed up at my place and he knew that DJ had been left in my hands when the rest of them were hauled away so I was betting that he believed me.
+The other thing going on was that Audrey was fighting the divorce. All of a sudden I was the love of her life, she couldn't live without me and everything that had happened was all just a huge misunderstanding. We could put things back together if I would just sit down with her and talk things out.
+""Not a chance in hell"" I told her through my attorney. She countered by having her attorney petition the court to order counseling and the judge did it. It was one of those open ended things where it would go on and on until the councilor decided that there was no hope of reconciliation and since he was paid by the session and not a flat fee he could drag it out forever.
+I let him know up front in the very first session that there was not the slightest chance that I would ever take the bitch back. The first session was 'what were the major problems between us?' I told my side and Audrey kept butting in and telling me that I was wrong, that I just didn't understand the situation and if I would only let her explain.....! I stood up and started to leave and the councilor asked me where I was going. I told him there was no sense in my staying there and trying to tell my side if he wasn't going to tell her to shut the fuck up and stop interrupting me. He told Audrey to keep quiet and that she would get her turn when I was finished. I sat down, finished my say with:
+""Counseling is not going to do any good in this case. It will only work where both parties want to see if they can save the marriage, but it won't work here because no way am I staying with a lying, cheating, thieving whore.""
+Then it was her turn. She had never cheated on me and she wasn't really leaving me. It was just going to be a trial separation to give her some time and space to work on some issues she had with our marriage. She wasn't running off with DJ; he was just a friend she had there with her in case I tried to stop her from leaving. And she didn't mean to take all of the money out of our account. She only meant to take half, but she was nervous, sweating the coming confrontation with me and here mind was elsewhere when the teller at the bank told her our balance and she automatically wrote it down on the withdrawal slip. She realized the mistake on her way home and she intended to give me half the money before she left, but I never gave her the chance The bottom line was that she loved me, really, really loved me and it was all just a huge mistake and that we could work things out.
+The councilor said that was enough for that session. He told us each to make a list of the issues we each saw in the marriage and bring it to the next session to discuss. I wanted to tell him there wouldn't be anymore sessions, but I couldn't. My lawyer ha already told me that the divorce was stalled until the court had the report from the marriage councilor saying that no hope of a reconciliation existed and that no councilor was going to say that without at least four sessions.  
+The second session was more bullshit from Audrey as she listed the issues she had while I listened and shook my head. I dropped my dirty clothes on the floor. I left the toilet seat up. I never called when I was going to be a little late in coming home. I got up Saturday morning and cut the grass even though I knew she liked to sleep in on the weekends and the mower motor would wake her up. She was willing to watch football with me, but I would never watch Oprah with her and on and on and on. She made herself look like an absolute doofus.
+He asked for my list and I told him that I didn't have one. I told him I was perfectly happy with my marriage right up to the day that she and DJ ambushed me in our living room. Actually, I didn't say it quite that way. What I said was:
+""Until the whore cheated on me and tried to steal my money.""
+""I explained all that honey.""
+""And I don't believe a word of it.""
+Then the councilor said that the next session would be a one on one with Audrey followed by a one on one with me after which he would decide whether or not we needed to go any farther. After Audrey had gone I asked him what good it would do to have the one on ones when he had to already know that I wouldn't get back together with Audrey at the point of a gun.
+""I have to do it because the judge ordered it. If it were Judge Harriman or Judge Spiegel I could go back after one session and tell them there was no hope and say that further sessions would be a waste of time. Your judge and three or four others insist on a minimum of four sessions. Be thankful your judge isn't Whitman. He has been known to specify eight or ten sessions. And before you ask, no. I won't let you not show and say that you did. If your wife or her attorney somehow found out I would be toast. The best I can do for you is to schedule your one on one for a Monday night and we can watch Monday Night Football on the TV in my office. And that is just what we did.
+On my way home from watching the game it suddenly occurred to me that I was being stupid. Audrey didn't want a divorce so by God I wouldn't give her one. We were in a no fault state so she would end up with half of our assets. She couldn't touch the house because it had been left to me by my parents and I had never added her name to the title or the mortgage, but she would get half of the cash, household furnishings, one of the vehicles and part of my pension and 401k when I retired and probably some alimony since I made more than she did at her part time morning job. No divorce, no divorce settlement. Audrey was thinking no divorce meant she would move back in, but that would be a cold day in hell.
+I called Audrey as soon as I got home and told her that after having my session with Henry I decided to drop the divorce.
+""When can I come home?""
+""When hell freezes over. I'm dropping the divorce because I'm not going to waste any more of my time fighting with you over it, but I still don't want anything to do with your lying, cheating ass"" and I hung up on her. That wouldn't be the end of it and I knew it, but it would take her a while to figure out what to do next and -- more importantly -- come up with the money to do anything about it. The next morning I called my attorney and told him to do what needed to be done to stop the divorce proceedings.
+x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x
+Back on the home front I was still doing everything I could to avoid being alone with Barb and Bev. They were tempting as hell and I had been without long enough that I occasionally had some impure thoughts where they were concerned, but thank God my big head was still in charge.
+ _To be continued..._
+*
+My ending to this story is already written and I will post it thirty days after the first part is posted. I believe that I have given plenty to work with and it will be interesting to see what others can come up with.
+JPB October 19, 2009
+
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+260,RockNRoll Fantasy: AC/DC,Kev H,Chain Stories,2006-03-11,2006-03-11,2022-01-08 03:53:28,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/rocknroll-fantasy-ac-dc,A friend's encounter with the Aussie Gods of Rock.,"['Ac/Dc', 'Angus', 'Fan', 'Guitar', 'Music', 'Rock And Roll']",4.0,"_DISCLAIMER:_
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+*
+ _Edited by AngelShadow. Thank you, dear._
+Was I nervous? You better believe it!
+My friend and I had plotted, and we were determined to touch the flesh of these gods of rock. We might miss the last number, but we'd be ready to be noticed. And I certainly would be.
+Tall and slender, I had a tendency to stand out in a crowd. Being almost 6' never has any disadvantages when you have a body like mine. I don't mean to brag...much...but how many tall women do you know who have smooth long legs that flair into curvy hips before narrowing into a tight waist, trim belly, and perky tits?
+""Legs for days,"" one lover had commented before diving into my pussy. I had wrapped those legs around him, not letting go until he brought me to a pounding orgasm; that's probably the only reason that comment was stuck in my memory. Anyway, I topped off my body with a slender neck and sharp facial features. Fortunately for me, the black and straight hairstyle (ala Elvira) was in style, and my long black hair helped make me even more noticeable.
+The Texas night was warm and electric as I swung my legs into my friend's car. Shel looked me over and purred, ""We gonna have fun tonight or what?""
+""Yes!"" I gave her a high-five before taking a swig of the Crown Royal bottle she handed me. We did not say another word on the trip to Coca Cola Starplex; we couldn't hear over the stereo system anyway. The best way to get cranked for a concert was a shot of fire to the gut and a shot of noise to the ears. Fuck! It was going to be a wild night!
+I could feel the warm breeze teasing my hair, and I shivered right as the darkness was broken by a single spot. On the man. Angus! He began to crank on the steel, in a simple but powerful progression. It was almost hard to hear; the crowd was going nuts!
+Cutting like a knife through the tension: ""The newest just for you, Dallas!"" Brian was suddenly there, and the band launched into their newest, ""Who Made Who."" Hell's bells, it was a brilliant show!
+They shook us, all right, but for me, the night was young. With perfect timing, I was standing as close as possible when the stretch limo came slinking around the back, having slipped through the back gates with Shel on my heels. And here they came, still flush and sweaty from the wild stage performance. Waving to their more rabid fans (and we were definitely cheering them like we were possessed) they slipped one by one into the back of the black limo. I surged forward against the bouncers, the crowd pushing me as everyone tried to get closer. Yelling ""I love you's"" with the best of them, I was being contained by the guards. I began to see my chance slip away; they were going to roll away from me, and this gentle but very strong guard was keeping me from my prize.
+""I'll take this babe."" I heard from behind him, and suddenly I was yanked by the arm in through the open limo door. Before I knew it, I was sitting...yes sitting on Angus' lap.
+""Good God, woman, what's you name?"" I squirmed in his lap, smirking in silence. I didn't trust my voice; I swear I felt hard flesh beneath my ass as he checked me out. ""Well, I name you 'Hot'!"" And with that he buried his tongue in my mouth. Or maybe I buried mine in his mouth, for some reason I don't remember that as well as I should have, but I do know I was going to make the most of this rare opportunity.
+I felt the car begin to move, and I moaned into his mouth. Oh my god! I was going with the band, and I knew instinctively I was headed through the land of partying into the realms of pleasure. I felt more than two hands on me, caressing my hips, my arms and hard nipples.
+As I broke the kiss to gasp and fling my head back, Angus reached under my short skirt, caressing the wet silk of my panties. ""Mmm,"" he breathed into my ear as I hugged tightly to him, ""glad I'm not the only one with a wet spot."" I licked his jawline, gathering more of his saltiness and willing him to rub me as I opened for him. He did better than that, sliding his guitar-calloused fingers under the edge of my panties and into my pussy. I moaned and encouraged him, stopping only to lick or kiss him again.
+""Damn, Angus,"" his brother commented, taking a long swig of whiskey before passing the bottle to Cliff (they were all wide-eyed at this point in our performance). Angus only grinned at them before kissing my neck.
+I smoothed out my dress before we pulled to a stop at the Crescent. A few more clever fans were waiting for them as they were shown into the hotel. Two typical Texas blondes also became attached to our group as we ascended to the elite area. I don't usually get along with that type, but they had such excited grins that I bonded for no other reason than our shared enthusiasm.
+When we reached their suite, the liquor came out and the music from my favorite rock station got cranked. I could feel the tickle in the back of my throat and knew the drinks were spiked. _Let the party really begin._
+Inhibitions came down; clothes came off; Angus slipped off my panties and pocketed them, grinning like a naughty little boy. I remember at once point, the radio announced something about their concert and everyone was cheering and toasting. Brian was in the middle of the room in his boxers, arms raised with a glass in each hand. ""Another kick ass performance!""
+The memories are mostly blurred, like action shots taken by a camera with a slow shutter speed. I know how I _felt_ though. I was in heaven – completely sexual and completely into the moment.
+I remember clinging to Angus most of the night and the morning, but I was not clear-headed until I was saying my goodbyes.
+""You are fucking incredible,"" Angus said as I snuggled against his neck.
+""When you are blue, remember me and remember why you rock."" I kissed him and walked into the bright morning sun.
+I had to shift in the taxi seat; I could feel the bumps in the road, as they pressed the seat against my sore pussy. I directed the driver to my friend's house, and predictably, Shel was waiting for me. She was still in her robe, hair with that tossed-and-turned look.
+""You bitch,"" she said several times as I told her what I could remember, but she could not help grinning at me. I had no regrets; I had been with the party gods and lived to tell about it. You know the lyric ""Went through to Texas, yea Texas, and we had some fun;"" I'd bet that was about us."
+261,A Royal Sacrifice Ch. 04,Talynnda,Chain Stories,2007-06-15,2007-06-15,2022-01-08 03:45:32,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/a-royal-sacrifice-ch-04,Prince Drest's half sister Viviane's plans are revealed.,"['Drama', 'Historical', 'Medieval', 'Prince', 'Royalty']",4.56,"_This is part of a chain story. While I cannot twist your arm to go back and read the previous three chapters, I highly suggest that you do so, as, first of all, they are very well written, and, second of all, they add depth and background to this chapter._
+My thanks to all the other excellent writers in this chain. To RedHairedAndFriendly for starting the chain, to SlycWilly for giving me such a need to create Viviane to thwart Bagdemus, and to DeathLynx, for giving me John and Eric.
+Viviane is a real friend of mine. She is not in any way plastically altered. Of course, in real life, her name is not Viviane and she is nicer (though she still has a healthy sex drive).
+As usual, please feel free to leave your comments and feedback, and don't forget to vote!!
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+Viviane watched the trees roll by as she accompanied her half brother to the castle of the kingdom of Vix. She was attending with him for several reasons, first and foremost because she was becoming bored with the men in the vicinity of her own kingdom, but also because she felt that her young brother needed help wedding and bedding the newly orphaned young queen of Vix. Having been raised among peasants as she had, she might just demand a ""love match,"" rather than the usual wedding for political gain that those in the higher echelons usually insisted on.
+She chuckled to herself, silently. Love. As if such a thing existed. Lust, she could believe, in fact, she commanded many a man with lust, but love? Never.
+She looked at her brother, noting that he was dressed in the clothing she had picked for him to wear when meeting Queen Evelyn. His shoes were polished until they looked like black looking glasses. His stockings were snowy white and so fitted they could have been sewn to his legs that very day. His black velvet breeches were impeccably tailored, his red silk coat cut in the military style and having plenty of gold embellishments, but not so many that they would detract from his perfect figure. His cravat was neatly pressed and tied in a style that looked simple but was remarkably hard to produce.
+As she reached his face, she caught his deep blue eyes watching her. He pulled a lock of golden hair out of his eyes and asked, ""well, Sister, do I pass?""
+""Why, Drest, I have no idea what you mean.""
+""I mean that you have dressed me up in all this finery preparatory to meeting Queen Evelyn, who Father hopes that I will woo and wed. Do I pass your inspection?""
+""You are as handsome as ever, Love.""
+""I just wish--""
+""I know, Drest. We promised never to speak of it again."" He was referring to the fact that he had professed his love for her two years ago when he was 18 years old. She had, perhaps, allowed things to go too far that night, but he had been love struck ever since. She was cautious, because if they were ever found out they would be put to death by the local church, as incest was a mortal sin, even for royalty.
+The coach pulled up, and Drest exited first, turning back to help her out. He then stood, blinking in the sun after the dim light of the coach, while Viviane looked alertly about.
+She immediately noticed what looked to be a stable hand watching them from behind a tree. She began strutting and parading about, emphasizing her many charms. She was merely five feet tall, in comparison to Drest's six foot 3, but her small form was perfect for her purposes. She ran her hands up the sides of her large breasts, discretely adjusting them in her bodice to enhance her impressive cleavage: her breasts were so large as to be almost unreal looking, and she took the opportunity to flaunt them whenever possible. When she was through, she put her hands on her hips, thus emphasizing her tiny waist, which had no need of the corsets she refused to wear to make it smaller. When she was sure he was watching, she slid her hands to her round arse and parted her cheeks in a lewd invitation. While he stared longingly, she shot him a sly smile.
+Her gown was of the deepest blue, while the under dress was red, both made of silk. Her long, silky brown hair almost matched the color of her eyes, and was piled high on her head. She was stunning, and she knew that she drew every male eye in the clearing.
+She leaned back into the coach to fetch her brother's sword, and while she was in there, she silently signaled her dog to run straight for the stable hand. He looked like an interesting prospect.
+While she had her back turned helping Drest with his sword, the little dog ran, a streak of fawn lightning, past the stable hand and into the storage shed behind the stable hand. Naturally, he ran after her, and after she finished with the sword, Viviane briskly walked in that direction. Her walk was so smooth it was as if she floated on a cloud of air as she moved.
+She found the stable hand talking to the dog and trying to soothe her as Miss Daisy growled at him from a dark corner.
+Viviane approached him.
+""Oh, thank you for catching Miss Daisy. I don't know what I would have done if she had run off and gotten lost in these woods. She's very valuable, you know.""
+""My name is Viviane. I am Prince Drest's advisor and half sister. You are...?""
+It was obvious that it took him a moment to remember. ""Um, John, Milady.""
+""Well, John, I thank you again for saving my dog. If there is anything I might do for you in return during our stay, please, don't hesitate to ask."" Her eyes flashed up at him. ""I do mean anything."" She brushed her breast up against his arm and he looked down reflexively, then was caught by the dark cleft between her large breasts. She gave the sexual attraction power she held in check a little nudge and watched as John's cock rose in his breeches.
+""It looks like you do want something after all.""
+John hung his head shyly.
+""Yes, milady.""
+""Well, it turns out I want the same thing. Come here, young man.""
+He complied, and she put her hand on his breeches, feeling his hard cock underneath them. She quickly untied the laces and freed his cock.
+""Now. What are we going to do with you?""
+John was still hanging his head with shame as she wrapped her small hand around his cock and began moving it, at which time he raised his eyes to meet her smiling ones. He smiled in return. Finally he began to realize that his aroused state was not offensive to this noble woman!
+""John, have you ever buggered a woman?""
+""I don't understand, milady.""
+""Have you ever had your cock up her arse?""
+His eyes widened with comprehension. ""No, milady.""
+""Well, you are about to have the pleasure. Get down on your knees and lift my skirts, and then put this nice cock into my arse. Nowhere else, mind you, just my arse.""
+Viviane got down on all fours in front of John in the clean straw, careful not to rumple her gown, and felt John lift her skirts in the back. They fell over her head, but she was used to that.
+She felt the tip of his cock pressing against her arse, and she pressed back against it, impaling herself on John's member. They both groaned. He started to move very slowly, and Viviane picked up the pace. She had to make this quick, or Drest might come looking for her.
+She felt every last bump and vein on John's engorged cock as he slid in and out of her, and she began to writhe and buck on it, impaling herself deeper every time. She was moaning happily and cumming frequently. John's cock was filling her up inside.
+They worked together, bodies hitting softly together the only sounds besides their satisfied moans. Very soon, John held her hips still as he pounded out his completion. Viviane happily milked the remaining cum from his cock, then pulled it from her ass and stood up.
+John knelt at her feet, looking as if struck by lightning.
+""Thank you, Milady. That was the best experience I have had in my life. I would be happy to serve you again in any way, should you want or require me.""
+The stars in his eyes suggested that he had been bewitched, and would now do anything to get his cock back inside her.
+""I will probably take you up on that, John. For now, I have to get back to my brother. He will be worried. But I am sure that I can find you if I need you.""
+With those words, Viviane swept out of the storage shed holding her dog. As she left, she heard the stable hand mutter something that sounded like ""I've got to tell Eric about this!""
+Viviane was escorted by her brother into the castle gates proper. She knew that sometimes the crown lay heavily upon her younger half brother's head. There were times when he wished that he had been his father's bastard child, instead of coming from his mother's line and being guaranteed the kingship. Viviane would inherit the throne only if Drest died without heirs, because she was merely the illegitimate child of a lusty king. She was not even granted the title of princess, but was addressed as Lady, having no real title to lay claim to. The sneers behind her back, the comments about the king bringing his by-blow to the castle to be raised like a proper lady, all of these would have stung more, had Viviane not known who her mother was.
+Viviane's mother was a powerful sorceress, who, after giving birth and raising Viviane to the age of five, had gone to her father and demanded that he raise their daughter as his own until such time as Viviane had proven herself worthy of returning to her mother's side.
+Her mother's blood gave her many gifts; she did not age as quickly as others did, she had flashes of the Sight, and she could work some limited magic, as well as being immune to its effects, unless it was explicitly directed at her. Her pull on all men who saw her was part of her magic, and she kept it on a low simmer, unless she wanted something, in which case she turned the heat up. She had never had the occasion to turn the power up all the way, as she feared that would kill a man.
+Her father, the old and feeble King Oren, had commanded Prince Drest to court Queen Evelyn and marry her and her land to theirs, thus bringing the two kingdoms under one rule. He was holding on to life until he could see the uniting of the two countries.
+Running both countries was a job for someone who was better with people than Drest. It was a job for a ruler.
+It was a job for Viviane.
+If Drest married Evelyn it was likely that Viviane would no longer be welcome at either court. Her sexual powers could bring her some wealth, but not the comfort she was used to as a member of the royal family.
+However, should both monarchs die a short time after they were wed, before they were able to produce an heir, Viviane would then be queen of both countries, as there was no other ruler for Vix. It was possible that John the stable boy could help her with that scenario.
+""I wonder why they didn't send someone out to greet us,"" Viviane commented as she shook out the lead for her dog from an unseen pocket in her sleeve. She attached it before setting Daisy on the ground to walk gracefully next to her.
+""I wonder why you didn't think to leash that damned dog while we were in the carriage so that poor stable boy didn't have to get his clothes dirty saving her.""
+Viviane just huffed and kept walking, dog at her side. Drest obviously thought Daisy was as stupid as Viviane pretended she was. That was a good thing.
+Suddenly, Drest stopped in his tracks as a woman walked toward them from the manor. Viviane noted that she was dressed in a gown of vivid green with an under skirt of gold brocade. Her long auburn hair was piled on her head, with a few ringlets falling down her back and a small crown was placed amongst the riot of curls. She seemed a bit breathless, as if she had been running to get to where they were. She stopped at the sight of them, looking around, as if waiting for someone, then walked toward Drest and Viviane with a hesitant smile on her face.
+""Hello, you must be Prince Drest. I'm Queen Evelyn. I'm afraid my Lord Chamberlain and Chancellor must be attending to the rest of your party, who arrived just a short while ago. I am terribly sorry that you were not met immediately upon your arrival. If you would like to introduce me to your companion, I would be happy to find someone who can show you to your quarters. I'm sure you would like to rest after your journey.""
+All this was said with a natural grace and courtesy. Viviane was a little amazed that this young girl who had been brought up among peasants was so at ease with running a castle.
+Drest bowed, indicating Viviane. ""Queen Evelyn, may I present my half sister Viviane. Viviane, Queen Evelyn.""
+Viviane curtseyed to the queen, and the queen responded with a regal bob of her head. Someone had been giving her lessons in the short time she had been on the throne.
+""Now,"" Queen Evelyn continued, ""if you will both follow me, we will get you settled into the Manor proper, and you can rest from your journey.""
+With those words, she swept up the cobblestone path and into the large stone building in front of them.
+Viviane watched as her brother became more and more infatuated with the young queen over the course of the next half hour as they were arranged for and settled in the neighboring guest house. She also noted that, other than being cordial, the queen did not appear to know that he existed. A fact that she needed to change, if she was to fulfill her goals.
+Settled in her room, Viviane thought back on the past few days. She had done quite a bit of mayhem before leaving King Oren's castle, knowing that she would be staying in Vix for an extended period of time. She had let one of her lovers' wife know just what he had been up to (not with her, of course-- she had found out that he had been tossing a chambermaid in addition to her and had taken her revenge), and had released another from prison.
+All it had taken was a little help from her magical powers, and some creative help from Miss Daisy. She reached down and petted the small, short haired dog, who in turn lapped at her hand with her warm tongue.
+People looked at her small dog and thought that she was stupid, but she was almost as smart as most humans. If only people knew what mischief her dog was trained to create, Viviane would be in a lot of trouble.
+She wondered what use she might have for the stable hand. He might be needed to help Drest and Evelyn be thrown together. He might just be needed for something more sinister. Either way, he would be someone good to have under her thumb. And once a man had a taste of her they could never have enough.
+Meanwhile, she was feeling lusty and in the mood for someone else to fill her needs. Perhaps she would take the dog for a walk and see what-- or who-- she could find.
+Before she left her room, she changed her silk dress for a finely printed calico, and removed her chemise entirely, as well as her petticoats.
+Surveying herself in the highly polished metal mirror she had brought with her, she liked what she saw. The neck of her dress was cut very low, its intent to have either a chemise or a kerchief in place to hide the cleavage shown, though she never bowed to convention. The waist of the dress only served to emphasize her natural tiny waist, and the cut of the dress also made the most of her generous ass.
+Judging herself to be well prepared for anything, she leashed her dog and exited her room. Finding her way back to the castle, she discovered the kitchen exit, which was more discrete than the grand main entrance. She exited, only to bump into a young man who was going the other way.
+""Oh, pardon me. I wasn't watching where I was going,"" Viviane blushed and fluttered her long dark eyelashes at the handsome stranger. At the same time, she gave a little ""bump"" to her magical attraction. She couldn't give it all to him at once, lest he be suspicious of being charmed.
+""No, Milady, it was I who was clumsy."" The young man's eyes very shortly became riveted right where Viviane wanted them. There was an advantage to being short and busty, and she took that advantage every chance she got, flaunting her large breasts whenever she could reasonably do so.
+""To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?"" She knew it was bold, but she was getting damp between the thighs just looking at this giant of a man. She was wondering if he was proportioned gigantically all over, and hoped to be able to find out soon.
+My name is Eric,"" he said, bowing, finally taking his eyes from her cleavage and meeting her eyes with a smile. ""I am guessing that you are the Lady Viviane my friend John was telling me about."" He bent down and caressed the dog with surprisingly gentle fingers, ""and this must be Miss Daisy. I had heard that they were breeding a smaller version of a Greyhound, but I had thought that they would look more like the terrier they were crossed with.""
+""She still has some traits of the Terrier, but the looks are all Greyhound."" Viviane bent down to join Eric in petting the dog, giving him another glimpse of her impressive cleavage. ""Hopefully, with this litter she is carrying, the Terrier traits will be gone for good and the Whippet will be a breed of its own.""
+Eric looked up at her quizzically. ""So you bred her? Who is the sire?""
+""Ah, but that would be telling. These pups, though, will be worth their weight in gold. And that is what they will be priced at."" Viviane moved a little closer so that Eric could smell her sweet breath as she spoke. ""Why, are you interested?"" She gave another ""bump.""
+Usually by this point men were beyond conversation and were almost to the point of ravaging her where she stood. She turned up the heat a little more, but got no reaction still.
+""I might be, but I will never have those funds for a dog.""
+""Perhaps we could work out an... arrangement...""
+""Really? Do you think that I could... work... off the debt?""
+""I would be willing to let you try."" Viviane's voice was breathless and low as she said the last few words. Neither of them was talking about dogs anymore, and they knew it. He took her hand and assisted her as they rose, and then, smiling, led her beyond the castle wall and into a secluded forest glen.
+Viviane promptly dropped Miss Daisy's leash, and, addressing her, commanded ""Guard.""
+""Why do I get the feeling that you taught her that for a reason?""
+""Because you are smarter than most of the idiots I have had to have her guard for,"" Viviane replied, running her fingers up Eric's muscled chest. He gasped, then pulled her close and lifted her off her feet for a passionate kiss, tongues tangling, lips and teeth moving on each others mouths as they devoured each other. Eric finally put her down, but only to free his hands to roam over her body, caressing her curves.
+Confused as she was, Viviane was also incredibly turned on. Her magic should be turning this man into a complete idiot, caring for nothing except getting his cock into her as soon as possible. As a test, she turned it on him full force, only to see... Nothing.
+Her magic had no effect on this giant man. How could this be?
+He kissed her again, and she lost track of what she had been thinking. All she could think of was that she wanted this man's cock in her arse. Soon.
+She marveled at the strength she found in his body; the well defined abdominal muscles, the bulging shoulders and back, the tight arse, every single muscle on this huge man was tight and toned, and she could hardly believe it. She ran her fingers through his cropped red hair and felt his small beard scrape along her neck as he slowly kissed and licked the smooth skin there.
+She quickly untied his breeches in order to get his shirt free and feel his smooth skin. He was fumbling with the laces at the bodice of her gown, and she finally gave in and untied them for him, allowing him to free her breasts to view.
+Immediately, he sucked one rosy tip into his mouth, causing her to moan and clutch his head to her breast as the sensation went directly to her loins. She lifted his shirt, helping him remove it to reveal his firm muscles and bronzed skin.  
+Eric lifted her skirt to find her core hot and wet, ready for his cock. He gently laid her down, but instead of removing his breeches, which showed a very large bulge, he took his mouth from her breast and buried it under her skirts.
+When he found her thighs with his mouth, Viviane almost sat up in shock. No man had ever had his mouth down there before! They had all been too eager to have their cocks inside her!
+Slowly, he kissed and licked his way up her thighs, to her most private part, and when he got there, he stayed. Her moistness turned to wetness, and, as he licked and kissed, suddenly she felt a flood of liquid flow out of her as she felt overwhelmed with pleasurable feelings.
+Viviane thought surely he would stop his torturous pleasure then, but instead, he inserted his fingers into her eager center and began thrusting as if they were a cock.
+No man had ever cared for anything but his own pleasure with her before. She was riding on a cloud of ecstasy that would not leave her. She could not believe the feelings that were coming from this man's mouth, and he had not yet put his cock inside her.
+She arched her back and cried out as she came again, seeing stars as she went over the edge.
+Before she had fully come back to earth, she felt the largest cock she had ever had sliding into her cunt. She opened her eyes to see Eric's bare torso leaning over her as he slowly began to thrust inside her. She had never felt so full in her life. She smiled up at him and grabbed his arse, urging him to press his cock further and further into her until he was inside her as far as he would go. She came again, and his expression told her that he felt the inner walls of her cunt contract around his cock.
+He was shining with sweat when he rolled over, setting her on top of him. He put his hands on her hips, dictating the rhythm for a while, but after a few minutes she took over, setting her own pace, grinding her pelvis against his to stimulate her little button more fully and going at any pace she wanted as he fondled her beautiful breasts which were bouncing so attractively.
+Then she climbed off of him and knelt on the grass, removing her gown in the process. She looked back over her shoulder and begged him to bugger her. He smiled and knelt behind her, slowly rubbing his immense cock against her tiny rosebud before slowly inserting it inside her. She had never felt anything so immense in her life as he began to fuck her arse faster and faster. Her orgasms were earth shattering, and she was near collapse, she was cumming so incredibly hard. Soon all you could hear were their moans of pleasure and his balls slapping against her as he slammed his cock up her arse with vigor.
+Finally, Viviane felt Eric's cock seem to get even bigger inside her. He pumped a few last times as he sprayed his sperm deep inside her anal walls, finally collapsing on top of her as she screamed her completion and spasmed around him.
+He pulled his messy member from her arse, and she rolled over to kiss him again. He looked at her and said, ""Thank you, Milady. That was fun. Now, if you could return the favor I did you, I can get back to work.""
+Viviane looked at him in shock. He just smiled and nodded at his no longer erect cock bobbing in front of him.
+He wanted her to suck him, after it had been... in her arse?
+She closed her eyes for a moment. It would certainly not be the most distasteful thing she had done. She leaned down and licked every surface of his cock, paying attention to his balls too, when he pointed them out.
+""Ah. Thank you again, Milady. That was a marvelous fuck. I think I could do it again, if you are willing. Now I must be off.""
+And with that, he donned breeches and shirt and walked out of the forest in the direction of the stables.
+Viviane lay there on the grass, naked, with cum leaking from her ass, thinking about the man she had just met. Never before had she met a man who could resist her charms. Never before had she met a man who had walked off after sex without begging and pleading for more! In fact, she thought, never before had the man been the one who walked off! SHE walked off while HE begged and pleaded for more. This man intrigued her, and, had he stayed a moment more, she would have been on her knees begging for more.
+And he was a peasant, in the bargain. She couldn't believe her bad luck.
+Could this be what love was like? She believed she could fuck Eric every day, as many times a day as he would let her and never grow tired. Was that what love was like? If so, how did one go about getting the other party to feel the same?
+She wondered if he was indifferent to her because of the difference in their stations. She pondered for a moment. Well, she had no official station, but she would never be a peasant, exactly... perhaps, though, if she let him know that without her association with Drest she would be closer to a peasant.
+But no, that would cause her to live in less comfortable circumstances than she would like. Perhaps she could convince Drest to make Eric a minor Lord? She thought about that idea for a few moments. That would probably cost her another night in Drest's arms, but if it would get Eric to love her... well, it just might be worth it.
+On the other hand, while it might take longer, when she was queen of both realms, she could make Eric her consort, and could be fucked by him three times a day.
+Still, when she reached her goals, would he love her back, or would he scorn her?
+Viviane rolled to her stomach, feeling the moisture leaking from her arse and the warm sun on her naked back as she pondered the question plaguing her. How did you make one love another?
+""I don't know, but I am going to do it,"" she said aloud."
+262,A Royal Sacrifice,RedHairedandFriendly,Chain Stories,2007-05-24,2012-01-16,2022-01-08 03:45:15,7,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/a-royal-sacrifice-ch-01,"1. Lived as a peasant; known to be royal; Evelyn's tale begins. 2. Evelyn leans on another as tragedy surrounds her. 3. A Birthday party makes most everyone's night. 4. A wager leads to an offer to save the kingdom. 5. Bells ring for the Queen of Vix and her dashing Prince. 6. Evelyn reflects and learns to use her voice. 7. Reflections of a Prince and a Queen, while a spy moves in.","['Medieval', 'Princess', 'Queen', 'Royal', 'Wizard']",4.53,"The eyes of Evette Adair, Fourth Queen of Vix, glazed over. No one in the Queen's bedchamber noticed. Everyone was focused upon the babe that had sprung from her loins just moments before. When the silence of the room was broken by the squall of the newborn, it was only then that the Queen's most trusted advisor and friend turned to smile at the new mother. The words of congratulations never left the young woman's lips, but a wail of deep sorrow did.
+The physician gave the babe to another and rushed to the nineteen-year-old beauty's side. He hung his head in sorrow as he took in the lifeless royal. A sigh of displeasure rose from his aged figure and yet it was also a sigh of relief. He knew that if she'd not died birthing the child than she would have died in the garrison. Her child had been a girl and that was not what the King wanted.
+The babe was wrapped in a thick blanket, which Evette had woven herself, and taken to the King. ""Your daughter,"" the handmaiden said as she held out the young, wrinkly Princess.
+King Richard stared down on the squalling infant and scowled. He gave her a name, but nothing else; even that he felt was more than she deserved. Evelyn was placed in the care of one of the wet nurses in the village. She was forgotten by her father and he married another woman and then another. No sons were born to King Richard and when he was finally laid to rest, young Evelyn was eighteen and had lived a peasant's life with little formal education.
+~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~
+Evelyn heard the smashing of twigs and branches while she sliced at the stem of a thick and well grown mushroom. She sighed, shaking her head in annoyance as she thought of all the harvest her friend was killing. When Cedric's feet finally came into view, Evelyn glanced up and stared into his eyes. Before she could offer him a greeting, he was on his knees gripping her arms. ""Evie, you must come quickly!""
+Her face contorted in a mask of confusion. ""Cedric. What is it?"" she asked, pulling herself free from his hold and rising. As she did she grabbed the strap of her carrying basket and hung it over her left shoulder.
+""Evie, the King's dead. It's been announced. Did you not hear the bells?"" Cedric asked. His face was pale and his blue eyes wide with excitement. ""You are wanted at the castle. Immediately. Chancellor Benedict sent me to find you."" He then looked up at the tree tops and shouted. ""All of you!""
+Immediately the woods seemed to come alive as three bodies emerged from somewhere inside the forest. One came down from a tree; two others moved from behind some brush. Evie frowned at the three guards. She'd never come face to face with them in all her eighteen years, but she had always been aware of them. Her foster family had told her they were her father's men, the King's loyal guards, put there by the Chancellor for Evie's protection.
+When she was old enough to understand the reason behind having her own personal set of warriors, she began to speak to them. In time, though, she stopped, for not once did they ever answer her. They had always been there though, so Evie never feared for her safety. It was surreal to gaze upon the three faces for the first time, yet she wasn't allowed the luxury of feeding her curiosity before Cedric was violently shaking her.
+""Evelyn!"" he shouted, eventually bringing her back to the reality of the situation. It was only then that she realized she'd been staring mindlessly at the men who were standing next to her as if their appearance were common practice.
+""What!"" she yelled back, jerking away and pushing past her friend. ""So he's finally dead, huh? And now I'm needed?"" she hissed as she plodded her way back through the woods. ""Well, perhaps I don't want to go.""
+Cedric ran up to her and grabbed her arm, jerking her to a stop and pulling her toward him. ""Not go?"" His voice as well as the slackness of his jaw showed his shock. ""You have to. You're the Queen now, Evie. The Queen!""
+Evelyn shrugged her shoulders and again freed herself from her friend's deathlike grip. ""And what of it? Do you think I want to be Queen? Do you see me in all the finery that they will dress me up in? The stains on my knees and the dirt under my nails . . . Do Queens wear these to court now as powders to further enhance their beauty?"" She glanced at the three men that followed behind them. ""Do Queens relieve themselves in the eyes of their men?""
+The three guards blanched and looked away. Evelyn glared and turned back, taking a well worn path to the village. She had stopped complaining a long time ago about her privacy being violated. She'd gone to her foster mother and begged her to send word to her father that the men in his charge were violating her with leers while she went through her morning absolutions. Each time however, Evelyn was told that no one was allowed to speak to the King about her unless it was to proclaim her in dire trouble or dead. Neither thing ever occurred since the men were true to their word and kept a strong vigil on the monarchy's only heir.
+By the time Evelyn reached the edge of the village, her temper was short and her face flushed. She felt the eyes of her neighbors and friends on her as she made her way to her foster home. Cedric still followed, as did the guards. Her friend constantly pleaded with her to return to the castle with him. When she reached the threshold of the small cottage where she'd grown up, her mother was there, or at least it was the title she'd given the woman. ""Is it true?"" she asked. Her face searched for some sign that would speak against the words that had fallen from Cedric's lips.
+""Evie,"" Sarah's soft voice reached into the sorrow that was filling Evelyn's mind. ""Indeed your Father has passed. It is time. You must go and do your duty.""
+Evelyn's lower lip trembled as tears fell from her hazel eyes. The wet streams made a path down her dirty cheeks and her face grew blotchy. She caught the lump in her throat and swallowed it down. ""I don't want to go,"" she whispered, feeling as if her heart were caught in the grip of some giant's fist. She looked to Cedric and then her Father's men before gazing back at Sarah.
+""I'm sorry, Evie. I've tried very hard to prepare you for this moment. We knew it was coming. It was just a matter of time."" Sarah reached out and Evelyn willingly went into her arms. The larger woman held her close, pulling her face to her shoulder, where Evelyn sobbed.
+""Evie,"" Cedric whispered. His hand came to rest on her shoulder. ""You need to go. Benedict insisted and already we've wasted too much time. You weren't supposed to come here. I was supposed to bring you to him directly.""
+Evelyn stiffened and pulled from her mother's warm embrace. ""Then let's go,"" she hissed back. Her anger was evident as was her pain. She felt Sarah's hand on her cheek and pressed her wet features into it. ""I'll return,"" she told her before turning away. She felt Sarah's eyes on her as she walked toward the three guards and followed them to a corral where several village mares were fenced in. The future Queen of Vix chose a dapple beast and waved off any assistance from Cedric or the guards. She looped a rope bridle over the speckled nose and then patted its soft cheek. ""Ready, Brilliant?"" she asked, and then kissed the animal's warm face.
+Soon Evelyn was atop the horse; her serviceable dress of brown and gray rode high on her muscular and trim thighs. She thought nothing of the fact she was showing her skin to those that would soon pledge their loyalty to her. Cedric eyed her cautiously and Evelyn rolled her eyes. ""I'm not Queen yet; get on,"" she muttered. He grinned and climbed up behind her. Soon the men who had protected her from varying degrees of danger were also mounted up on beasts that showed their strength and power with every rippling muscle.
+The guards took flank of Evelyn much to her annoyance. They had never showed themselves all these years, but now since she was to be crowned they made sure all saw them. It was as if they were challenging anyone to dare harm the future monarch of Vix. In time the group made their way out of the village and back into the forest, this time weaving their way along a much wider path than Evelyn had used to gather her mushrooms. The worn path was smoothed from years of use. Evelyn studied the woods, trying to lock in memories of her youth, fearful that once she was behind the walls of the manor she'd lose sight of herself and all she'd grown to love.
+Each step brought a new weight to her shoulders and a heaviness to her heart. She felt Cedric's body pressed against hers and sighed, knowing that even the intimate contact he was having with her now would end. Evelyn recalled the words of her mother and father, a couple chosen by the Chancellor to care for Evelyn until it became obvious she was no longer needed. They often spoke to her about how once she was Queen she would be required to act a lady, to be wise in her decisions, and to trust no one unless she was willing to stake her life on their loyalty. They told her that she would not be allowed to frolic in the woods, or gather herbs for the healers, attend to the sick or care for the animals of the Kingdom. Evelyn had frowned at all this and declared that ""When I am Queen, I'll do whatever I want."" Her father would sigh as would her mother and then they would return to discussing the upcoming crop or the newest foal that had been born.
+Evelyn leaned back against Cedric and sighed. ""What is Benedict like?"" she asked.
+""The Chancellor?""
+""Aye, do you know of any other Benedict?"" Her voice spoke of sarcasm and she heard Cedric chuckle, felt the shaking of his chest and his growl. ""Well, what is he like?"" she demanded.
+""I've only seen him from a distance, same as you. At least until today when I was summoned to his side. He was loud, but that is not something new, is it? He was not kind, again such does not surprise me. He was furious that the Lord Chamberlain was not able to produce you, but instead shoved me in his face.""
+Evelyn gasped and tried to turn around. ""Calm, Evie. He just pushed me to the floor and made me kneel. I wasn't aware one kneeled to a Chancellor.""
+""Nor was I,"" Evelyn admitted. ""What happened next?"" she asked. Her saw the turrets of the manor and slowed her mare down to a gentler stride.
+""He glared at me and demanded I produce you immediately, or I would lose my head."" Evelyn paled and pulled her horse to a stop once more as she twisted herself to stare into her friend's eyes.
+""Evie,"" Cedric muttered. ""He was not serious. He was angry and annoyed that you weren't there when he demanded it. I told him I knew of your whereabouts and it appeased him."" This time the horse moved because Cedric jabbed its sides. Evelyn grimaced at the speed, not from the pace, but because it brought her closer to a life she was unprepared for.
+They broke from the forest and its sheltering canopy. The rays of the sun fell down on them, but even its warmth could not deal with the shiver that danced up Evelyn's spine. She again stopped her horse as she stared at the mammoth structure. She'd seen the castle before, but had never gained entrance to it. The few times she had run up to the gate and demanded entrance she was pulled away by strong hands, laughed at, and shoved hard to the rocky ground beneath her feet. The last time she'd tried, she'd been twelve and she'd not been back to the castle since.
+Without a word from either her lips or those of the men that surrounded her, she watched the gate open and the portcullis lift. A pair of thick heavy doors were pulled open and Evelyn's breath slipped out in a rush. Her fingers curled tighter around the rope bridal and only Cedric's urging of the beast's flanks set them into an easy gallop. They reached the manor and Evelyn's nerves were tied in knots as she watched several more guards appear, all of them eyeing her with unfeigned curiosity.
+Once the group's horses were brought to a final stop and they dismounted, Evelyn was surrounded by more guards. Her hazel eyes grew wide in their sockets as she was prodded with unseen hands. Each step Evelyn took brought her closer to the stairs that led up to the main entrance of the manor. Her fingers were clenched tight; her face was pale and her pulse raced. Another set of doors opened and she stepped onto a balcony that overlooked the ground level of the fortress. A woman, wearing a long gray apron over a crisp green dress stood in the center of the balcony. Evelyn stared at the wise features that were lifted in a friendly greeting.
+""Welcome home, Evelyn,"" the woman whispered as she stepped forward and opened her arms. She engulfed Evelyn, hugged her tight and wept into her tangled curls. Evelyn's arms came up and instinctively she embraced the stranger back, though her features showed her uneasiness. The woman released her and reached up to touch Evelyn's tear-stained cheeks. Evelyn jerked away and the invading caress was stopped before it was finished. ""Pardon me, Your Highness. I should have restrained myself. I am Muriel. I was your mother's handmaiden. You're to come with me and meet with Chancellor Benedict. He is in the library. This way, please.""
+Evelyn noted the direction in which the Muriel indicated and nodded her head in understanding. She felt Cedric's eyes upon her and she turned to glance back at him. ""Miss, can Cedric come with me?"" she asked, licking her lips in nervous anticipation.
+Muriel frowned. ""If that is your wish,"" she answered, her gaze swiftly turning away from the ill-dressed lad and back to the stairs they would take to the third level of the castle. The three of them took the steps. Muriel's back was ramrod straight and the two young people behind her fell in line. Upon reaching the floor's balcony Muriel proceeded down the hall, pointing out the servant's quarters on the left and then stopping at a pair of intricately designed wooden doors. Strips of iron lay in a chess board pattern. Muriel rapped loudly on the door and waited for permission to enter.
+The voice that sounded through the partition made Evelyn's knees buckle. She recognized the deep throaty growl that was often heard proclaiming damnation to all those that opposed the laws of Vix and its monarchy. Muriel turned and looked back at Evelyn, catching the fear in her eyes. ""You're the Queen, remember that,"" Muriel told her, just before pulling one of the doors open and stepping free of the threshold.
+""Come in, girl,"" the harsh voice called out. Evelyn glanced at Cedric, grabbed his grubby hand and walked into the room. In the center rested a desk and behind it a man that Evelyn would easily recognize from any distance. In this room, though, he seemed even more imposing. She swallowed the lump in her throat and jumped when Muriel closed the door behind her. Evelyn turned back and saw the woman waiting patiently inside the room, just behind Cedric.
+""You're not much to look at, are you?"" Benedict muttered, pushing away from the desk and walking around it to better look at the future Queen.
+Evelyn felt a flush flood her cheeks as she stared back at the man before her. ""I am what my Father wanted,"" she answered back.
+""Oh?"" Benedict countered. ""Have you suddenly grown a bloodhorn?""
+Evelyn gasped. Cedric coughed and Muriel stuttered out a whispered, ""Your High Excellency!""
+Benedict waved off the sounds as he moved closer to Evelyn. He reached her side, lifted her face with barely a touch upon her dirty chin. ""You look like your mother."" Evelyn jerked her head away and glared hotly at the man before her. ""You were supposed to be here over an hour ago. What took you so long?""
+Cedric stepped forward, dropped to his knees and paid homage to the man before him. ""Your High Excellency, it was my fault, it took me quite some / time to find her. She was harvesting in the woods. I apologize for our tardiness,"" he answered. Not once did he lift his gaze from Benedict's feet.
+""I wasn't speaking to you, boy,"" the Chancellor answered, turning away. ""Muriel, take Her Highness to her rooms. She'll need to be cleaned and properly dressed. The ceremony will take place before the sun sets in the Banquet Hall. See how much work we have ahead of us. I fear we have a long road to travel in grooming her for the throne, as well as for presentation to the courts and Prince Drest.""
+""Yes, Your High Excellency,"" Muriel answered. ""Your Highness, this way,"" she whispered and touched Evelyn's arm.
+Evelyn wanted to speak to Benedict, but knew she had been dismissed. She knew by all rights she could address him, even force him to acknowledge her at most his equal, or at least act like it, but she did none of these things. Instead she turned to Cedric and told him to stand up.
+""That boy will return to the village.""
+The proclamation brought a cry from Evelyn's lips. ""He is my friend. I will dismiss him when I am ready,"" she answered back. Her eyes slanting as she stared at a pair of angry green ones. She saw the man's lips rise in a sneer as he studied her. Yet, Evelyn remained steadfast.
+""He cannot accompany you to the bedchamber. I do hope that is not something I have to concern myself with,"" Benedict said with another raised brow. ""Tell me, Evelyn of Vix. . .have you lain with this guttersnipe?""
+Another gasp echoed throughout the room. ""How dare you,"" Evelyn hissed as she took two steps toward Benedict. Only the quick reflexes of Cedric stopped the upraised hand from reaching its intended target.
+""Evie, I'm going back to the village. Your parents will be worried and I have chores to take care of. Your High Excellency, Evie and I have never. . .""
+""Cedric!"" Evelyn hissed, jerking her arm away from him. She faced Benedict and answered his question. ""I've never lain down with any man."" With that she turned and took Cedric's hand, pulling him out of the room, with Muriel close behind.
+Once they were back in the hall, Muriel smiled warmly at Evelyn. ""You did very well, Your Highness"" she said.
+""Please, my name is Evelyn,"" she told the woman and then hugged Cedric tightly. ""Go home. I will visit my family tomorrow."" Cedric returned the sentiment before descending the steps.
+Evelyn rushed to the top and called out to him. ""Cedric, stop at the kitchens and fill a basket full of food for them, and your family, too. I will be Queen soon and that means our families will eat this night."" Cedric's grin was wide. Evelyn felt her heart swell as she thought of the full stomachs her foster parents would have.
+""Evelyn,"" Muriel said, pulling the young woman out of her reverie. ""We really do need to prepare you.""
+Evelyn sighed, nodded her head and turned away, once more following the woman that seemed to want to be her friend. They traveled down a short hall, passing another set of doors that would take her back into the library. The thought of Benedict being that close to her sent a chill up her spine and renewed her anger. Her soft lips grew tight; she quickened her step and reached Muriel's side, just as the bedchamber doors were opened. ""Your chambers,"" Muriel told her, again stepping back so Evelyn could enter ahead of her.
+Evelyn stared at the bedchamber. Her jaw grew slack and no words escaped her parted lips. Muriel closed the door and nodded to a woman who had just entered the small sitting room from a door on the right. ""Rebecca,"" Muriel said, offering Evelyn a moment to comprehend the lavishness she was suddenly surrounded by. ""This is our dear Majesty. Evelyn, this is Rebecca. She will be your handmaiden and serve you as I had your mother.""
+Rebecca came forward and curtsied to Evelyn. ""It is an honor to meet you, Your Highness,"" the young woman said. Her voice carried across the room;
+""Please, call me Evelyn. It is a pleasure to meet you, Rebecca,"" Evelyn answered back. ""Please rise. There is no need to curtsy."" She heard Muriel cough and then sighed. ""Well, inside these chambers when it is just us, you won't need too.""  
+Rebecca smiled, rose from the floor and looked to Muriel. ""The bath is already prepared. I heard that the Queen was approaching, so I ordered the water heated. It was delivered, just a few moments ago.""
+Muriel nodded her head. ""Evelyn, if you'll follow Rebecca to the bathing chamber I will ready your attire for the evening.""
+Evelyn followed her handmaiden. Her hazel orbs drank in every feature of the room. The thick tapestries that hugged the wall, the well crafted furnishings that rested comfortably on the hard floor where her worn and tattered shoes softly padded. A door was opened and into a hall Evelyn went. Her gaze shifted from each side, drinking in various paintings of the countryside. ""These are beautiful. Who painted them?"" she asked, reaching out to touch the smooth surface of one particular picture resembling the river that meandered through Vix.
+""Muriel told me it was your mother, Queen Evette."" Another door opened and Rebecca waited for Evelyn to enter before closing it. ""If you'll take that dress off, ma'am. . . I mean, Evelyn, I will dispose of it. The water is still hot and I sprinkled it with Honeysuckle oil.""
+Evelyn chuckled, but quickly pulled her dress over her head and let it fall to the floor. Her shoes followed as did her stockings and her pantaloons. ""It smells delightful,"" she whispered as she stepped into the rolling mist of steam. She gasped at the heat and then slowly sank to the depths of the large tub.
+~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~
+Before the sun set on Vix, Evelyn was pronounced Queen and she wore a crown of jewels, held a scepter in one hand an orb in the other. She'd been led from her rooms wearing a gown of silk, satin, lace and pearls. Her hair had been piled high, dozens of curls had been pulled from their confinement and allowed to drape across her pale shoulders. The people of Vix, those that could gather on such short notice, shouted to the Heavens as their Bishop placed the crown on Evelyn's head and deemed her the reigning sovereign.
+Evelyn's eyes held those of Cedric and though he was far from the front of the more notable of her people, it was his strength and their friendship that gave her courage to remain calm. Out of the corner of her eye a figure moved into view and she glanced away from Cedric. Her face paled as she made out the features of Bagdemagus. A chill ran up her spine as his lips rose in a sneer and one of his hands moved up to offer her a silent salute. The tales told of the Wizard, never seen yet somehow known to her in her dreams, suddenly returned to Evelyn, and she felt her skin grow cold as his gaze lingered on her slim figure.
+Another shiver followed the first and she turned away to try and regain her composure. When she turned back, Bagdemagus was gone, but the stories of his terrific deeds and his evil ways still hovered in her mind.
+ **Author's Note:**
+ _This is Chapter One to a new Chain Story that I hope you all enjoy. There are many talented writers that will be joining in this chain, some recognizable from the Laresa's World Series. I have found the chain story category here at Lit very enjoyable and look forward to Evelyn's story unfolding as well as others that may occur. A special thanks to DanielleKitten and slyc_willie for reading through and editing/suggesting changes for my chapter. It is a short chapter, but as they say. . .it is only the beginning. Please vote if you feel inclined. Comments are very welcomed. ~ Thank you, Red._
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+263,A Royal Sacrifice,slyc_willie,Chain Stories,2007-05-31,2008-04-17,2022-01-08 03:45:20,5,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/a-royal-sacrifice-ch-02,"1. Meet Bagdemagus . . . . 2. The wizard confronted, and heroes made. 3. A death in the castle, and the wizard's plans are made known. 4. Bagdemagus makes his move. 5. Midsummer's Day . . . .","['Bagdemagus', 'Evil', 'Fantasy', 'Medeival', 'Mind Control', 'Potion', 'Virgin', 'Wizard']",4.60,"_(I was blessed to be the first person Red told about this idea, and was eager to jump upon this chain right from the get-go. I have always loved writing medieval fantasy, and this idea was, literally, right up my alley. The character of Bagdemagus – a charismatic, witty, yet ultimately evil figure – had been brewing in my mind for years, seeking the right outlet. I hope you all love and loathe him as much as I do.)_
+***
+ _The Spectre That Walks._ That was what they called him, among other things. Few ever spoke the name 'Bagdemagus' aloud, lest they garner his attention. And no one desired that. For over a century, he had been the living embodiment of the bogeyman; unruly children were often told that if they did not do all their chores, they would be taken in the night by the baleful wizard.
+Bagdemagus chuckled to himself as he stood within the banquet hall of the castle. _Now, whatever would I do with children?_ He mused dryly.
+Ahead of him, upon the podium, the new Queen was being crowned. Bagdemagus looked her over with approval. _Such a tasty young thing, he thought. As fair as any story-book princess._
+His features darkened. _And likely just as innocent. That's good. That's very good._
+He heard heavy footfalls behind him, and stepped aside just a member of the Royal Guard came through. The man glanced to Bagdemagus but said nothing; after all, he could not really see the wizard. Bagdemagus was well aware of the decree set out decades before by King Richard – that Bagdemagus be arrested on sight – and was thus always faded when he came to town. Invisibility was a taxing spell, since it changed the properties of light; Fade merely played tricks with people's minds. It was far easier to alter perceptions than change the world.
+ _Queen Evelyn,_ thought Bagdemagus as he returned his attention to the newly- crowned monarch. _I hope you don't get too terribly comfortable in your new finery. You won't be enjoying it for long._
+He watched her gaze sweep back and forth among the crowd of royalty and their hangers-on. She seemed so timid, yet managed to keep her composure. There was a hidden strength to her that was not easily or casually seen. Her eyes settled upon a young man; her lips twitched in a slight smile. Bagdemagus looked as well, frowning. _Ah, yes, the boy. What was his name? Cedric. Yes, that's it. Cedric._
+The wizard sighed, slipping a hand beneath his cloak for his timepiece. Such intricate mechanical works were rare in Vix, afforded only by the very well- to-do. Bagdemagus noted the time, then returned the device. _Time to go_. He looked one last time to the new Queen, giving a flippant salute. Evelyn's face paled, the small smile vanished. She turned away for a moment, visibly shaken.
+ _How odd_ , Bagdemagus thought as he stepped away. _I do believe she saw me. Now, that is interesting . . . ._
+***
+The halls were mainly empty within the castle, save for the occasional sentry. The effects of _fade_ made them ignore the billowing black cloak and the sounds of his booted feet as he passed them by. They could not know how many times the wizard had roamed these halls like a phantom, eavesdropping on the whispered conversations of dukes and counts, chambermaids and guards.
+He stopped outside the doors of the royal chambers, noting the stone-faced guards, in their finest royal red, oiled and polished halberds held upright at their sides. Purely ceremonial weapons, Bagdemagus knew, though he supposed they could deliver quite a whollop if need be.
+For a moment, he touched the hilt of the blade at his belt. A pair of quick thrusts, and the sentries would be dispatched, never knowing who had slain them. But that would be messy . . . besides, Bagdemagus had no business with the Queen's bedchambers, not just yet.
+He continued on his way, leaving the oblivious guards behind, and turned down another corridor. For a moment, he paused before a portrait of the now- deceased King Richard. The former monarch of Vix looked resplendent in his golden armor, the impressive winged helmet tucked under his arm. _The epitome of all that is good and just in the land, thought Bagdemagus wryly. What a twit_.
+""If only you had heeded my words, so long ago, we would both have gotten what we wanted,"" Bagdemagus said aloud. ""But, no, you insisted that everything be your way. Well, look where you have ended up: food for worms and caterpillars, with an unwanted daughter as your only legacy.""
+Bagdemagus shook his head sadly. ""Now we have to do it the hard way,"" he said, turning from the portrait. ""I do hope you give your daughter a friendlier welcome in the afterlife than you did in this one.""
+***
+The door to the small bedchamber of the handmaiden was locked, of course, though that posed little problem for a wizard more than a century old. Over the years, Bagdemagus had made copies of the keys to nearly every door in the castle. Easy enough to do for a man who could come and go as he pleased, unnoticed.
+He unlocked the door, closed it quietly behind him. The new Queen's handmaiden had spartan quarters; a simple bed, wash basin, a tiny vanity. A thick red curtain indicated where the chamber pot lay. There was a single window, left open to allow the breeze and a few flitting butterflies inside.
+Bagdemagus let the _fade_ spell drop; it was taxing to keep it up for long, and a few moments' respite was welcome.
+The wizard glanced around, finding what he desired upon the vanity. A finely- made brush of ivory, no doubt a gift from the housemarm for the handmaiden's service to the new Queen. Fine strands of dark hair were tangled around the teeth. Bagdemagus lifted the brush, sniffed. _Hmm. Raspberries. How quaint._
+He pulled off several long strands, looped them together. From his belt he took a small silver case, and slipped the strands of hair inside before clicking it closed. He smiled to himself. It would take a few hours to prepare the spell, but after that . . . .
+He slipped quietly from the room, locking the door carefully. An audible gasp came from his right, and he snapped his head up toward the source.
+A member of the Royal Guard, making his rounds. He stared with young, round eyes at the wizard, clearly aghast at what, or rather, who, he saw. While the sentry had never seen the man's face – and the smooth-lined face and shoulder- length jet hair was not what one would expect of an aged wizard – there could be no denying that the dark-garbed figure before him was the one and only—
+""B-b-b,"" began the guard, drawing his sword. ""Y-you're B-b-b—""
+The wizard rolled his eyes, made a casual, arcane gesture. He faced the young guard – _how old is this one? Seventeen? Eighteen? By all that is Infernal, they get younger every year_ – and planted his hands on his hips. ""I'm what?"" he asked.
+The stuttering guard called out, gripping his sword defensively in both hands. ""To arms! To arms! Intruder in the castle!""
+Bagdemagus sighed tiredly. ""Save your breath, boy,"" he said, his voice deep and rich, echoing in the air between them. ""I've surrounded us with silence. You could scream at the top of your lungs – and you yet may – for all the good it will do you.""
+The young guard swallowed fearfully, admirably mustering his courage. A lifetime of legends and stories about the dark figure before him whirled in his mind. ""Y-you won't have my fingers on your platter, wizard!""
+Bagdemagus frowned, cocking his head. ""Excuse me?""
+The guard's features contorted. ""Y-you know, fingers,"" he said. ""Y-you eat the fingers of those you kill.""
+Bagdemagus looked amused. ""I do? Oh, that's a new one. It used to be ears.""
+The guard winced, breathing heavily through his nose. He shifted on his feet, edging closer to the wizard.
+""You know, I simply do not understand where all these varied rumors about me come from,"" Bagdemagus continued, apparently unconcerned about the sword pointed his way. ""If you were to believe everything you hear, I can turn into a bat, I suck blood, I kidnap babies, and now, apparently, I have a fetish for fingers. It's truly mind-boggling, what you people invent about me.""
+""S-s-so, you're n-n-not going to eat my fingers?"" the guard asked hopefully.
+Bagdemagus shrugged. ""Let's see where my mood takes me.""
+The guard let out a small groan, then abruptly raised his sword and prepared to lunge forward.
+""I wouldn't do that,"" the wizard said calmly.
+The guard frowned, halting. ""Why not? You're an evil wizard, and I'm a Royal Guard. What do you expect me to do?""
+Bagdemagus considered the young man's words. ""Good point,"" he admitted. ""However, do you really think you can slay me? I am a wizard, after all. How many men do you think have tried to send me to the Abyss?""
+The guard chewed his lip, anxiety evident on his face. ""Eh . . . more than twenty?"" he queried.
+Bagdemagus gave the young man a blank look. ""Yes,"" he said dryly. ""More than twenty.""
+""I-I still have to try,"" muttered the guard, his resolve weakening.
+Bagdemagus shook his head. ""No, you don't.""
+""I certainly do!""
+""No, you do not,"" iterated the wizard, stepping forward and glaring into the guard's eyes. He touched the tip of the wavering sword between them.
+""But—""
+""Now, listen to me,"" interrupted Bagdemagus. ""You are standing before a wizard more than a century old. Every man, woman, and child quivers in fear at the mention of my name. I have slain entire armies and numerous frightful beasts. The powers of the elements are mine to command. I . . ."" he frowned in thought. ""What was I saying?""
+""E-e-every man, woman, and child q-quivers—""
+The wizard snapped his fingers. ""Right. So, considering that I have been alive as long as I have, and been an enemy of the kingdom for as long as I have, do you _really_ think –"" he stepped closer, looking down upon the frightened guard with cold, grey eyes – ""That you, with all your . . . _months_ of experience, have any chance at all of slaying me?""
+The guard trembled visibly, feeling his strength ebb as Bagdemagus pushed down on the sword. He whimpered as he allowed the wizard to take the blade from him.
+Bagdemagus effected a look of sympathy as the young guard shuddered before him. He slipped a hand to the guard's shoulder. ""There, there,"" he said soothingly. ""You've nothing to be ashamed of.""
+""I'm a coward!"" blubbered the guard, tears flowing down his ruddy cheeks.
+Bagdemagus gave the look of a stern father. ""Now, you stop that,"" he said firmly. ""Is there shame for the mouse when it flees the lion? Of course not. Now, buck up!""
+The guard sniffed, lifting his eyes fearfully. ""B-but now you're going to kill me,"" he said in a small voice.
+Bagdemagus sighed, waving the sword in the air, making the guard flinch. ""Now, why would I do that? What would I gain from that? You're no threat to me.""
+The guard looked surprised as a glimmer of hope dawned in his eyes. He hastily wiped his cheeks. ""Y-you're not going to kill me?""
+Bagdemagus chuckled warmly, clapped the young man's shoulder. ""Of course not,"" he said with a smile. ""What's your name, young man?""
+The guard let out a heavy sigh of relief. ""Rogers, sir, son of Rogers.""
+""Well, Rogers, son of Rogers, why don't you run along now. I am sure you have some pretty young thing waiting for you.""
+The guard sniffled, shrugged. ""Well, there is this one girl in the village . . . .""
+Bagdemagus stoutly slapped the young man's back. ""There you go,"" he said encouragingly. ""Buy her some flowers. Ladies always like flowers.""
+Rogers, son of Rogers, nodded numbly, turning away from the wizard. He was stunned with disbelief that the evil wizard Bagdemagus, the Spectre That Walks, was allowing him to live. He managed a small smile. _Won't this be a story to tell the boys?_
+""Rogers?""
+The guard turned about, looking back to the wizard. Bagdemagus held up the young man's sword, an expectant look on his face. ""You forgot something.""
+Rogers smiled sheepishly, stepped up to the wizard, holding his hand out to retrieve his sword. ""Oh, right,"" he said. ""Can't very well go back to my captain without—""
+His words were cut off by searing pain that stabbed deep through his chest, through his lung, and exploded from his back. Stunned, the young guard looked down at his own sword, half of it buried in his body. The crimson tunic he wore became steadily darker as blood flowed out.
+""Y-you said . . . you weren't . . . going to . . . kill me . . . .""
+Bagdemagus stared down into quivering brown eyes. ""And you believed it?"" He clucked his tongue. ""Hello, evil wizard here. You can't trust me.""
+With a vicious tug, Bagdemagus jerked the sword from the guard's body. Blood poured from young Rogers' mouth as he slumped to the floor, his eyes glazing. He gasped and sputtered for several moments before he died.
+Bagdemagus tossed the sword to the floor with a rueful shake of his head. _He actually believed I was letting him go,_ he thought as he headed down the hallway, once more engulfed in the arcane shroud of fade.
+ _They really must train these boys better . . . ._
+***
+It is always popularly believed that wizards dwell in towers, with dimly-lit stone walls and cobwebs in every corner. Certainly, some do; but not Bagdemagus.
+Outside the city, shrouded in an apple orchard and laying upon a small stream, lay a simple mill house. The large wheel beside the house turned lazily, creaking as the paddles were moved by the slowly-flowing current. The house itself was constructed of sturdy, if aged, wood, warped in places, with a small front porch. A more unassuming abode for a wizard there could not be.
+Bagdmagus slipped from the saddle of his pale-hued mare and headed toward the rickety front door. He did not worry about whether the animal would remain; it was a charmed creature, and thus would not leave except under duress.
+He stepped through the creaking portal, closed it behind him. The gloominess of the interior slowly became defined as his eyes adjusted. There was the mill, which dominated the room of the shack, cracking and groaning as it turned. Around this the wizard went, stopping before a bare spot upon the dusty wooden floor. A casual gesture of his hand, and a section of warped wooden boards shimmered and vanished, revealing a stone staircase that spiraled down.
+A flickering glow grew along the stairwell as Bagdemagus descended, finally emerging into a large room with braziers lit in each of the four corners. The walls were lined with intricate tapestries and simple wooden crates and chests. In the very center, upon a dirty and faded rug, lay a single great table, cluttered and covered with the expected paraphernalia of a wizard.
+Taking a little of this and a little of that, the wizard mixed together various rare and unusual herbs and powdered crystals within a beaten copper bowl. He mashed it all together with a pistle before pouring in some oils. The final ingredient was the long, brunette lock taken from the handmaiden's bedchamber. After chopping it finely with a long, heavy knife, Bagdemagus sprinkled the hair into the mixture.
+He pushed back from the table after setting the copper bowl above the single flame of a small burner. The potion would take time, he knew; a few hours.
+But after so many years, a few hours more were as nothing to him.
+***
+The guard had been tripled since the death of young Rogers that afternoon. No one knew exactly what had transpired, of course, save that the youngest of the Royal Guard had been slain by his own sword. Rumors abounded of spies, traitors, assassins, revolutionaries . . . and, of course, of the Spectre That Walks.
+""I heard the new Queen claims she saw _him_ at the coronation,"" one guard told another as they stood in the shadows behind the royal stable within the castle walls. His lips were darkened by the stick of blackroot he chewed.
+""'Queen,'"" snorted the other guard, more senior in both age and rank. He spat out a thick glob of viscous fluid that spattered across the cobblestone. ""She's naught but a girl graced with ridiculous fortune. Sure, she's Richard's only heir, but what does a _girl_ know about ruling a kingdom? And to say she saw the Dark One? Pah! It's rubbish! No one's seen the old spectre in ages. Personally, I doubt he's still alive.""
+""Oh? What about Rogers, then? Killed in the castle itself? Who but a wizard would have the audacity to sneak in and slay a member of the guard . . . _with his own sword?""_
+The older guard wrinkled his nose. ""This is Vix, boy,"" he growled. ""Nothing new about a murder in the castle. These old walls have seen more blood than some battlefields.""
+""All right, then, if not the wizard, then who?""
+""Could have been a spy of Prince Drest. Now that's one bugger who's got much to gain. He scores that new Queen of ours, and . . . ."" the senior guardsman shook his head. ""Who knows what may happen.""
+The younger one shrugged. ""I have an ill feeling about all this,"" he muttered. ""We would not be facing any of this if Richard had only sired a son. How many wives did he have? And not a bloody one gives him a male heir? Now that stinks of dark magic, it does.""
+The older guard grumbled. ""Strange winds, lad, strange winds."" He continued mumbling to himself as the two guards wandered away, returning to their rounds. Neither of them had seen the figure standing a mere arm's length away, casually leaning against the stable wall. It was surely a good thing they had not.
+Bagdemagus pushed away from the wall with a smirk upon his ageless face. _Simpletons_ , he thought with a dark chuckle. _But what else could I expect from soldiers?_
+ _Faded_ once more, Bagdemagus made his way through the darkened livery toward the rear of the castle's manor. He knew every inch of the grounds of Vix Castle, including all the hidden passageways and secret doors that had been forgotten by the majority of the successive residents. A touch upon a hidden stone, and a narrow section of a wall grated inward, allowing Bagdemagus into a tiny corridor, and thence to a hidden staircase.
+His obfuscated route eventually took him to the third floor of the keep, not far from where he had slain young Rogers. The floors had been scrubbed and mopped; not a single smear of blood remained to mark where the witless guard had fallen. However, as Bagdemagus rounded a corner to peer down that selfsame hall, he spied two pairs of Royal Guardsmen standing at attention, deceptively alert.
+The wizard just smiled, not the least bit perturbed. He had expected this. He slipped back around the corner, muttered an incantation, dipped his fingers into a pouch upon his belt. Stepping into the middle of the intersection of the two corridors, he cast the dust into the air, watching it scatter forward upon ethereal winds, reaching out to each of the guardsmen in turn.
+For a moment, there was no discernible effect. Then, one by one, the guardsmen yawned, their eyes growing heavy. They swayed slightly on their feet, then more noticeably. Seeking support, they slapped gloved hands to the walls, to one another's shoulders. Faces grew slack, then blank. They fell against the walls or collapsed upon the floor, degenerating into slumber within seconds.
+Bagdemagus smiled smugly to himself and made his way down the hall to the door of the handmaiden's chambers. Once more, he turned the key within the lock, and stepped inside amid arcane stealth.
+The room was largely dark, with only a broad shaft of light that fell across half the simple bed. The handmaiden was deep within the realm of dreamland, her pale-skinned body partially exposed to the brilliant purity of the moonlight. It was a humid night, warm with the imminent arrival of summer, and in her slumber, Rebecca had pushed away the majority of her covers. The slinky gown she had worn to bed rode high on her thighs, was bunched between them. Her sublime young face was angled toward the moon, as if seeking its favor.  
+""Such a creature,"" mused Bagdemagus beneath his breath. Certainly, the handmaiden paled when compared to her new Queen, yet there was no doubting this girl's simple beauty. Trained to serve the aristocracy, she had been able to borrow from them a bit, and thus enjoyed smooth, creamy skin and soft, luxurious hair of a rich, dark hue. Her ripe, full lips were slightly parted, pleasantly moist.
+The wizard took a phial from another pouch upon his belt and leaned over the girl. The liquid within the clear glass glowed with a brilliant vermilion radiance. Bagdemagus pulled upon the stopper, noting the large bubble of fluid that clung to it. Carefully, he touched the end of the stopper to the handmaiden's lips. The crimson liquid seeped into her mouth; Rebecca licked her lips reflexively. Her brow furrowed slightly as she slept.
+Bagdemagus sat upon the edge of the bed and settled the back of his hand upon the handmaiden's forehead. She murmured in her sleep, her features contorting slightly and twitching. He lifted her head, brought the mouth of the phial to the girl's lips. ""Drink,"" he whispered.
+Dutifully, controlled by the wizardry already at work within her, Rebecca lifted up just enough, taking the phial in her hands and pushing it against her lips. She drank greedily, consuming the potion with repeated swallows. At last, she lay back, breathing heavily. The phial was empty.
+Bagdemagus took the small bottle and set it beside the bed, then touched the young woman's face. Rebecca was about the same age as the new Queen, he knew, perhaps even a year older. Like the monarch she served, Rebecca was sweet and pale, apparently untouched. Bagdemagus could not resist the temptation to confirm the idea.
+""Lift up your gown,"" he whispered in Rebecca's ear. ""All the way above your legs, and part your thighs wide.""
+Eyes still closed, the handmaiden did as she was bade, pulling upon the satiny fabric of her sleeping gown. Bagdemagus watched as slender, alabaster thighs were fully revealed, then the girlish hips, and the thick pelt of russet down that coated the young woman's sex. As she been instructed, Rebecca spread her lean thighs wide. The faint aroma of her femininity reached the wizard's senses.
+""You are mine, I command thee,"" whispered Bagdemagus, settling his hand upon the girl's right thigh. ""Open yourself for me.""
+Rebecca frowned in her sleep, perhaps trying to fight he magical compulsion that guided her. But she could not resist, and slid her hands down her body, over the bunched-up gown beneath the full swell of her breasts, to her naked abdomen and lewdly-displayed sex. With a soft sigh borne of natural arousal, her fingers eased through the downy dark curls and pulled at the hair-lined lips.
+Bagdemagus craned his neck, looking upon the girl's exposed treasure. _Such a simple and beautiful thing,_ he thought, and placed his own hands over Rebecca's plump pink lips. The girl hissed in response, then sighed deeply, her mouth falling slack.
+Fingers – both hers and his – caressed the fleshy labia, bringing the smallish clitoris to prominence within its hood. Bagdemagus grinned upon feeling the girl becoming slick, her fragrance stronger in the air. Gently, he pushed a finger inside her.
+Rebecca moaned, and lifted her hips, just a bit, spreading her legs even wider. Subconsciously, she pushed against the wizard's hand, forcing the finger to delve even deeper. She whimpered as the barrier within blocked him.
+""So you are a virgin,"" muttered Bagdemagus, inhaling the gentle fragrance of raspberries in the young woman's hair. His finger stroked, massaged, prodded against the defender of Rebecca's purity. He slid his finger back, admiring the glistening wetness upon it . . . then thrust it back in rudely, deeply, sundering the barrier. ""But not anymore.""
+Rebecca arched her back deeply, her face contorting in pain. But just as she was about to cry out, Bagdemagus was whispering, telling her to be quiet, be still, to absorb the pain and let it fade. He felt the warm spurt of blood over his finger and splash into the palm of his hand. He kept the invading digit buried as far as it could reach as the natural tremors ebbed. Finally, Rebecca sagged into the bed, panting and moaning softly.
+Bagdemagus smiled at his triumph, and lifted his bloodied hand. Casually, he licked the tip of his finger, getting a taste of the deflowered woman. He leaned over and kissed Rebecca's lips.
+""You are mine,"" he said to her. ""You will follow my every command, even unto your own death. Watch the queen, and remember all that you see and hear of her.""
+""Yes, milord,"" whispered Rebecca, her breathless voice less than a whisper.
+""Evelyn is to remain chaste, pure, untouched until the midsummer day,"" continued Bagdemagus. ""You will do all that you can to insure this, even offering yourself as consolation to any suitor who threatens the Queen's virginity.""
+""I will, milord.""
+Bagdemagus petted the young woman's hair, kissed her once again as he moved atop her. He took one of Rebecca's hands and guided it toward his groin. ""Now will I reward you for your service,"" he whispered into her mouth, even as her hand slipped inside his breeches to find his engorged arousal. Eagerly, without his coaching, she guided him toward her bloodied sex.
+""Ohhh . . . yes, milord . . . .""
+***
+Back within his sanctum, Bagdemagus leaned over the small desk that lay along one of the stony walls. An aged scroll was open before him, yellowed and brittle with age. The ink glowed softly with its own arcane energy.
+"" _When summer's day draws nigh   And monarch, pure and sweet   Sits upon a throne set high   Death she shall meet_
+For then the hand that doth slay   Will know the power and the glory   And henceforth from that day   That hand shall write the story.""
+Bagdemagus chuckled darkly, his eyes blazing with anticipation. _Six score years and more_ , he thought. _The journey has been long. But it will all have been worth it_.
+""Indeed.""
+
+"
+264,A Royal Sacrifice,deathlynx,Chain Stories,2007-06-07,2007-12-13,2022-01-08 03:45:28,4,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/a-royal-sacrifice-ch-03,1. A stablehand stumbles on a tryst in the barn and watches. 2. John goes home with his worries. 3. Cedric reels from Rebecca’s death. 4. An unexpected visitor provides John a break in the tension.,"[""Baker'S Daughter And Earl"", 'Blowjob', 'Intercourse', 'Medieval', 'Stablehand Watches']",4.53,"_This story is part of a chain. Although it can be read on its own, parts of it may make more sense when read in order of the chain. However, I highly recommend reading all of the chapters anyway. I hope you enjoy! Please take the time to vote. If you have enjoyed this please recommend these to your friends._
+*
+John, Champion of the Crown, dodged around a tree and thrust. His opponent's weapon smacked into the trunk and only his foe's fumble, born of inexperience, cost John the fatal blow. His back pressed against the tree as he spun a reverse course. As expected, another slash followed and met with naught but empty space. John's sword was already in motion. Quick as an arrow, it reached the foe's throat and froze an inch from the man.
+His opponent's neck was tense with frustration and fear. ""I yield.""
+John laughed as his sword lowered to his side. ""This is divine right! You are proven false. You must make restitutions for your egregious slander of her majesty!"" The bigger man merely glared down at the exuberant champion. The corner of the giant's lips began to twitch. A moment later he couldn't keep the mocking smile from forming. John glared up.
+""John, you worthless stable-hand! Where are you?""
+John's glare melted as he turned to look over his shoulder. David, the royal ostler, came around the corner a moment later and glared at the two delinquent young men. John heard the branch drop and felt Eric's gigantic hand seize around the back of his neck. His body practically dangled as Eric dragged him forward, towards his doom. David was notorious for harsh punishments, and John was particularly prone to his ire.
+""There you are!"" David had spotted Eric and his captive. ""Shirkin' responsibility, to be sure. I swear on my fathers bones, how you ever expect to be more than a shiftless layabout is beyond me. The emissary from Prince Drest is just about to arrive."" John's hopes rose. With the number of horses associated with a delegation's entourage, surely he would finally be allowed to show his skill as a groom. David wasted no time to dash his dreams. ""We'll be brushin' them down, and we need you to make sure the stalls are in order and feed's ready.""
+John's shoulders slumped. Eric let go of his neck with a friendly shove towards the stables. A glance over his shoulder revealed the big man's apologetic shrug. Both men knew that John had a way with horses, all animals in fact, but he was the youngest of the hands, not to mention the lowest of birth. ""And be sure to pull the good feed! These aren't just nobles, they're royal emissaries you worthless whore-son!""
+John bristled at the insult. He had to remind himself, for the thousandth time, that David meant nothing by the comment. Everyone beneath him received the same insult from David at one point or another. John was merely more sensitive to that particular aspersion. While, in truth, his mother was an honest washer woman, who had caught the eye of one of the lamp-lighters, his maternal grandmother had indeed been a lady of the night. That fact led most of the village to assume that his mother had also followed in the 'family profession' in order to supplement her meager earnings. She was simply frugal, a trait she had ruthlessly passed to her son.
+John sighed as he entered the stables. He quickly went through and opened all of the doors and window panels for the empty stalls. Not only would this allow them to air, it afforded him the best method to quickly inspect them. Most, he discovered, would not need to be cleaned. A slight layer of chips, from the local mill, would suffice. He grabbed the tools and went about mucking the few stalls that required more.
+This was the worst part of his life. John knew that many people had far worse fates than he, but the mindless labor left him far too much time to think. He wandered from thought to thought, often with little segue. In this case, his mind naturally gravitated towards Rogers. The young man had been a good friend to John. From a young age, the two had sparred with twigs. When Rogers joined the guard, he made sure to visit with John and teach him all of the fundamentals of sword work that he learned. It was as if the two had joined together.
+John frowned as he moved on to clean the second stall. They attempted to join the guards together, but John's questionable lineage earned him naught but derisive laughter. No one even knew who his grandfather had been. Perhaps, even Gram Brigit didn't know. She never spoke of it if she did. How could he be trusted when his entire family could be nothing more than well connected spies.
+That thought brought John's mind back around to his departed friend. Rumors were rife about the guard's death. The one advantage to life within the manor was the gossip. Most of the nobles held their tongues loosely around the servants, and even most of the servants saw the stable hands as little more intelligent than the beasts they maintained. He took exception to the inference, not so much for the insult implied to him, but to the one leveled against the horses. Although perhaps not as smart as humans, they were very intelligent animals. And their instincts usually far surpassed the theoretically-more-sophisticated brutes that rode them.
+As if in answer to his thoughts, the horse in the stall across from him began to whicker with nerves. John looked up in time to see a dark-clad man stride arrogantly into view. He'd seen the man frequently around the manor. The guards completely ignored him, which led John to suppose he was an important figure but not important enough to bow and scrape to. The man's arrogance and self assurance labeled him, as surely as his finery, as a noble. John had no reason to suspect the truth; that the guards never reacted because they didn't see him.
+A quick command, and a wondrous, pale-hued, mare walked over to the dark man, already saddled. The man was graceful as he swept into the saddle and rode out of the stables. John watched him go, from the deep shadows of the stall, shrugged, and when back to his cleaning.
+Spies! That was the theory that John supported. He'd heard all sorts of rumors about Prince Drest. To listen to everyone speak, he wanted Vix by any means. He would come in, with an army of demons, to take the land by force. He would marry Queen Evelyn and then lock her in her chambers and rule in her stead by day and do unspeakable things to her at night.
+That last thought made John's blood boil with anger. With no little embarrassment, he realized the thought of a woman tied helpless to a bed made his blood stir in other ways as well, queen or no. It was shameful to find such things enervating. Well, even more shameful than such base and lustful thoughts would normally be. John would one day be the champion of the realm. It would be his responsibility to protect the fair maidens.
+Besides, the queen was nowhere near as glorious, in John's biased eyes, as Laurel, the manor baker's daughter. Was that treason; to think another woman more beautiful than the queen? It shouldn't be. But John had known more than enough women in his life to know that wouldn't stop them from leveling the charge were they in power. Especially the most vain of women. It would be safest to simply never admit aloud, except perhaps to Laurel, such thoughts.
+""John, you worthless layabout!"" John jumped as David's voice broke his rambling reverie. ""Make haste! The delegation is here and we'll be needin' the stalls soon enough.""
+""Aye sir! Just one more to go, then I'll get to the feed."" John heard David's satisfied grunt even inside the stall. It was high praise from the ostler, one that seldom graced John's ears. It spurred him to hurry into the third and final stall to be cleaned. He focused entirely on the task at hand, and miraculously it seemed to speed by. If only he could keep his thoughts from wandering more of the time, perhaps he'd have more time for himself. No, likely David would simply find more mindless work for him rather than allow him to groom or exercise the horses.
+He finished, and began to stow the tools just as the rest began to lead horses into the stables. John smiled inwardly the moment David reached the stall set aside for the emissary's horse. Like all the rest of the stalls, John had already laid out the grooming supplies for him. This time the grunt held equal measures of surprise and approval. John pretended not to see the appraising look the stable master gave him, as he picked up the pitchfork and left the stables to get the feed.
+Unlike most stables, David insisted that the feed and hay be kept in a building separated from the horses. If a fire should break out, it would be a much more simple matter to water down the wood chips and prevent it from spreading too quickly to retrieve the prized animals. It worked well, for they had never lost an animal to fire, despite the storage barn burning down twice. But it meant that John's task bore some resemblance to hell during the heat of summer and cold of winter. Funny how cold could burn as surely as a fire.
+The cart was already full of hay, so John tossed the pitchfork on top of the pile and wandered inside in search of the quality grain. He knew right where it was. After all, he'd had to retrieve some on the day the king died and his estranged daughter had been brought in to fulfill her obligations. Likely he would need to remind David more often to replenish their supply.
+King Richard had had little time for riding his horses. He had spent too much time riding his wives in a futile effort to produce an heir. Queen Evelyn, however, rode her own mount to the manor. She had even looked to want to brush it down afterwards, much to the chancellor's disapproval. David had approved highly, but smoothed things over with assurances that the mare would be well cared for.
+John heard the slight noises that came from the rear of the barn and slipped into the shadows. A couple had managed to slip away from their duties for a roll in the hay. He managed to give them a wide berth as he went to the back corner for a cask of the good feed. He began to hug the wall once more, in retreat, when his curiosity got the better of him.
+Even from a distance, and hidden in the shadows as he was, John could tell the hawkish, angular features of the earl of Westlake. An overweight man who had seen nearly fifty summers, he had a shrew of a wife. It didn't surprise John that the low ranked noble would seek out someone for his pleasures, what surprised the young man was that any woman would willingly give herself to the contentious twit. And there was no way he would have been able to get a woman to come out here with him, alone, without her understanding exactly what was intended.
+The man's soft body heaved up and down as he pushed himself in and out of his apparently willing victim. John couldn't see the woman, half -buried as she was in the straw, but he could see the delicate arms and hands as they tenderly gripped the obese man's hips. The angle seemed completely wrong but John couldn't figure out why. He was fascinated and horrified all at once. He settled himself into the shadows as his curiosity overpowered his revulsion.
+John had been told, by those men with far more experience than he, that any woman could be identified by her noises. In John's very limited experience, two fumbled attempts with different women, they all sounded alike. All the same, not only could he not mark the identity of the woman in question, her moans seemed somehow false to him.
+All at once, the reasons for the false note in her voice and the strange placement of the hands became unmistakably clear. Earl Westlake reared backward and the woman followed him forward. At first John could not figure out how or why her face seemed to be glued to his groin, then he suddenly understood. Despite his completely lack of experience with the position, his own loins jumped and burned in voyeuristic delight at the implications, as if to insist he find a suitable partner to experiment with.
+The earl's hands clawed at the woman's curly, black, hair and feeble muscles seemed to press her harder against his hips. The man screamed his release and John blushed as he realized the woman now drank his seed as the guards often drank from the kegs of ale. And still, John's own manhood pulsed in anticipation. He sank even further against the wall, sure that his flushed skin would show like a torch and reveal him to the couple.
+After a minute or so, the earl released the woman's head and she fell backwards with what sounded like a satisfied groan. John heard her mumble something but was too far to hear the words. Earl Westlake heard and his eyes flew wide in surprise and greed. Her hands came up and began to stroke the now flaccid member. A quick shift in position and the nobleman lay back in the hay while the woman straddled his legs. Her head once more dived between the man's legs as she devoured his manhood.
+Straw still clung to her body, but now John got a much better look at her. He still couldn't identify her, nearly doubled over as she was, but he could understand very clearly what drove the other man to adultery. Every inch of the woman's body seemed comprised of soft, silky curves. He could imagine the feel of her skin, as if his hands glided across pure cream. Half hidden, the sight of the full round globes of her breasts sent fresh blood downward. The sight of her head, as it bobbed up and down around the earl's small shaft, though masked by her hair, threatened even John's virtue.
+But of all things, it was the bright pink, inflamed, lips between her legs that spurred John's lust. As she knelt over the earl, her butt thrust in the air, she was angled slightly so that he saw her sex clearly. She glistened with moisture in the pale light and virtually throbbed with need. The position sent thoughts of the horses when they mated and his body urged him, at the sight of such undeniable need, to take the woman from behind.
+All too soon her head pulled free. Her body surged forward and she impaled herself on the nobleman's insatiable weapon. A toss of her head, as she bucked up and down, revealed her face at last. John's breath caught in horror and he clutched the forgotten cask tight as if it held his sanity.
+Laurel, the baker's daughter, rode Earl Westlake with such abandon. Worse still, despite the young man's trauma, John's body ached all the more. She had been the object of his romantic dreams for two years now. His body had transformed that into a very healthy realm of fantasy. And now she stood completely bared before him. Better still, to his body's perspective, or worst still for his heart and mind, her every action screamed a profusion of experience. And since the earl only came around once a year or so, it could not be he who had taught her such skill.
+John's learned ears heard the deception in her moans. He doted on every word he had ever heard her speak, he could read her expression like scholars read their books. Although she screamed her release, none of the rest of her body lent credence to it. If the earl noticed, he didn't care. Moments later he grunted his. Laurel was lifted as the earl's deceptively strong hips crashed upwards numerous times.
+Finally, Laurel collapsed to her side. John felt like his world had shattered. She was his angel. She was the very image of a pure maiden that he, the righteous champion, defended.
+Earl Westlake mumbled something as he gathered his clothes. He donned them, much quicker than his hearty bulk suggested was possible, and scurried for the door. Laurel shifted to her side, propped herself on an elbow and watched his departure with cold eyes. The moment the corpulent man disappeared around the front doors, her ice blue eyes slowly tracked across the room. John's heart stopped as they locked on him. A satisfied smile spread across the demonically angelic lips. ""I don't know who you are, but I know you're there. You might as well show yourself.""
+John shook as he slowly stood, the large cask clutched beneath an arm. Laurel's smile widened into something downright predatory. Her eyes softened and widened in surprise. ""I know you! You're the stable hand who loiters about my father's kitchen. In search of a sweat treat I presume?""
+He couldn't keep his eyes from wandering across her bare body. Her legs were slightly splayed by the position and clearly showed her greatest treasure. His body did not care that is had been plundered, even if his heart did. Her eyes glanced down his muscular body and settled at the large bulge between his legs. ""Or perhaps it is a sweet treat of another kind that you have longed for?"" Her body undulated slightly as she shifted position to more greatly display her feminine assets. Once more his body lunged in desire and only his virtue held him steadfast.
+""Perfect."" Somehow, the single word reminded John of a cat. Laurel's low slung stalk, as she crawled slowly, purposefully, towards him only aided the image. She was a predator of the savannah and he was the prey. ""Not only would you increase the chances I'd quicken, and be able to trap that fool earl, but you can quench the inferno he rousted. And when he sets me up somewhere, I'll make sure to bring my very own ostler. You can instruct me on the proper way to ride."" Even John knew the true meaning of her suggestion.
+John's eyes flew wide as the full extent of Laurel's devious nature uncoiled before him. Not only was she not the angel he had envisioned, in truth she seemed a succubus! The terror and heartbreak shattered the demon's control of his body and his legs found strength for flight. The forgotten cask of grain pumped in time with his heaving arm.
+""There you are! Blast it you useless whore-son where have you been?"" John nearly ran straight past the stable when David's bellow brought him short. ""Where be the hay? Blast it, boy, how're we to feed the horses if you don't bring the hay? Well, at least you brought the grain for the emissary's and his wife's horses. Now get yourself back there and bring back the hay!""
+Caught between two terrors, John slowly turned back to the storage barn. His fear of David easily overcame his fear of temptation and mortal sin. ""Saints be damned boy, are you touched?"" John looked back in bewildered confusion. ""Give me the cask first!"" John looked down at the cask of grain beneath his arm. He was to numb to understand anything. He walked back and placed the cask in the stable-master's grip.
+The ostler braced himself, both arms around the cask, and still nearly doubled over as the full weight was released to him. David knew the young lad misunderstood his own strength. Once upon a time he, himself, had been one of the strongest in the manor. Mucking the stalls, lifting the feed and tossing hay tended towards those results. But John, and his giant friend Eric, surpassed everything from David's youth.
+John stumbled back the way he had come. With every step he expected Laurel to jump from the shadows, toss him to the ground and steal his virtue. It wasn't that he was untouched in the ways of a man and a woman, but Laurel had been his ideal for so long, that it seemed only natural for her corruption to infect him. A mere one time and he would gladly follow her suggested life of deceit, as she preyed upon the earl and flaunted John before their benefactor. He wanted to find his maiden and protect her from all the world's ills. She would be the one he shared himself with. The way he figured it, God wanted the act between two who loved each other, and all else was unimportant.
+Fire burned in his muscles. He began to sprint the moment he spotted the cart. He was in the clear. He could grab it and be gone. Frustrated moans came from within the barn, and John briefly wondered if women could relieve their own tension in the same way a man could. If so, how? He knew to look would be a trap to his immortal soul, so he fled. To his relief, he managed to push the heavy cart back to the stable in no time at all. In fact, he would have been surprised to see one of the horses push it faster.  
+Back at the stable, John gratefully began to fork hay into the now full stalls. The rest of the men were not quite finished with their tasks, so John took the free moment to sit just outside, on an empty keg, and catch his breath. A moment later, a large hand rested gently on his shoulder and a deep voice drifted softly to him. ""I'm sorry about earlier. I saw David and panicked.""
+Still numb, John looked up at his friend. Embarrassment and shame clouded the big man's rugged features. John couldn't help but offer a friendly smile in return. ""It's alright Eric. I probably would have done the same were I you.""
+Eric's simple grin always proved as deceptive as Laurel's innocence apparently was. The man was a veritable mountebank as he portrayed the dumb oaf, but John knew better. He was one of the few people, beyond the clergy and occasional nobles, that could actually read. John also knew that the big man spoke at least one other language. It often left him to wonder why Eric worked as he did.
+""I'll make it up to you! Let's go get some pastries, and watch the women's bosoms heave in the heat of the kitchen."" The sentiment and the wink left John wondering if the man had been a priest who could not manage his vows. ""I'm sure Laurel will be about, and you know she's always got the tightest bodice, and she douses herself with water to keep off the heat."" The casual reminder tightened John's heart.
+John sighed as he followed his best friend. How had he never seen it? The thin, white, fabric clung to her flesh and turned near invisible. It was a wonder he hadn't been able to recognize the large areolae or the pert nipples. Upon further reflection, he'd seen them oft enough. He hurried forward and began to spin free his troubled thoughts. Eric walked in silence but simply listened. As the quick tale wound down, he spoke. ""I see your dilemma. You must follow your heart. If you do not think you can look at her without the scene sullying your mind, then you must move on.""
+A meaty hand reached around to grab his far shoulder. Eric gave John a great shake that surprised a laugh out of him. ""An now, if you've no use left for her, I find myself suddenly with a great number of uses. And she in dire need of my charms!"" Eric winked, but John sensed the question behind the glance. With a lighter heart, he shoed his best friend off to slake his lust. The big man grinned and bolted for the storage barn.
+John merely shook his head and turned his thoughts back to spies in their midst; a near certainty now that Prince Drest's emissary had arrived.
+ _oCopywrite by Deathlynx_
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+265,A Royal Sacrifice,MrsDeathlynx,Chain Stories,2007-07-06,2008-02-09,2022-01-08 03:45:34,3,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/a-royal-sacrifice-ch-07,1. The Chancellor and Housekeeper get closer. 2. Rifts created - how to mend? 3. Benedict and Muriel get as close as they can.,"['Adventure', 'Historical', 'Medieval', 'Non-Erotic']",4.49,"Benedict heard the knock at his door. He wasn't expecting anyone this late at night, but apparently, someone had still come to call upon him. He let out a groan as he rose, hoping that it wasn't Prince Drest's entourage come to ask for this silly thing or that. He was the Chancellor, not some servant that catered to the whim of everyone in the castle. He made up his mind as he got to the door, speaking even as he reached for it.
+""I am the Chancellor, not some common house kee--"" His words were interrupted as he opened the door. Who but the redheaded royal house keeper now stood before him?
+""House keeper, is that what you were going to say, Your High Excellency?"" Muriel half smirked as she spoke. Without waiting for an invitation, she stepped into the office.
+Benedict blinked a few times, surprised that she had come calling. Muriel's job was not to clean the offices, but rather, the private chambers of the royals. While he was not royal himself, the position he held was considered such. Benedict enjoyed the fact he was treated as equal to royalty by just about everyone around. Until now, Muriel had pretty much avoided the man except when necessary, so why would she suddenly come to call upon him now?
+""State your business and be off with you, I have not the time for idle conversation."" He simply stood within the frame of the open door while he waited for Muriel to state her business.
+""You may wish to close the door, because whether you like it or not we are to have a private conversation."" Iin the middle of the room, Muriel turned to face the man directly. Normally, she would not be so bold. However, this situation was different; all methods of subtlety had failed her thus far.
+""I will not have some house keeper coming in here and telling me what to do,"" Benedict bristled. ""Perhaps you should relearn some of the manners you have so obviously forgotten since the king's death?"" He glared at the middle aged woman, the man's unpleasant mood reflected in the tone of his voice.
+Muriel heard the sound of footsteps coming in the hallway. Just as she had expected, one of the guards had come to check upon the Chancellor, to make sure that nothing was amiss. She took the opportunity to act as she saw fit, or rather act as one would expect her to in a situation such as this.
+""My apologies, Your High Excellency, I did not mean to be rude and forget my position."" She spoke softly and just as she saw the figure in the door, her head bowed as if to acknowledge Benedict's position.
+""Everything is fine here,"" she heard Benedict say. ""If I have need of you, I shall call you. I do not wish to be disturbed for the rest of the evening, so until I am to be escorted to my chambers, I do not wish to see nor hear a single footstep from you once you arrive back at your post."" The guard had not even said a word, yet Benedict knew exactly why he had come to the door.
+""Yes, Your High Excellency, my profound apologies for disturbing you. I will do just as you have told me to do sir, please..."" The almost frantic apology of the young guard was quickly halted, the glare from the Chancellor enough to send him scurrying back to his post at the beginning of the hallway.
+Benedict closed the door and turned about, his attention focused upon the woman standing in his office. There was a grin on his face, as if the man had ended up triumphant where he did not think that he would. He stepped closer to the woman who still kept her head bowed, his eyes studied her as he watched. He had never been sure what to make of Muriel, neither did he suppose that he ever would.
+""If you wish to speak to me, then do so now. I have little time and many things to see to."" He was short with his words. Without as much as a second glance, he walked past Muriel and sat down at his desk.
+""Chancellor, I have come to you on Evelyn's behalf. The other day I heard that you--""
+""Can the queen not come and speak to me herself? Does she not have a tongue in which to express her own matters of concern?"" His impatience was obvious by the way he spoke.
+Muriel spun around and looked him right in the eyes, not at all impressed with his almost brutish behavior. In fact, she was quite frustrated with it. Then again, she was displeased with Benedict's whole attitude about the queen. She felt that his harshness toward the young woman was unwarranted; that it was out of control. It took her a moment to speak, to muster her composure so as not to raise her voice.
+Benedict noticed the fire in the house keeper's amber eyes, then how it seemed to dull as she stood there. He couldn't help but chuckle, amused with the way she was now acting. Though a man like Benedict would not admit to it, he liked the fire in her eyes, the way it faded as she restrained herself. He enjoyed the fact that it seemed none could act as themselves around him. But perhaps that was a theory about to be tested.
+""What you seem to forget is that the Queen has no idea what she is doing,"" Muriel finally said. ""You forget that because she was not born with a bloodhorn, that she was abandoned and discarded. She knows little to nothing about the matters of royalty, and your actions to her have been unkind and inconsiderate."" Her words expressed her concerns, at the same time revealing that she did not come here because Evelyn had asked her to.
+""I do not forget, _house keeper_ , I know this all too well. But I also know that if she is coddled then she will learn nothing, she will simply come to depend upon others rather than finding her own strength."" Benedict turned his visual focus, he started to sift through the parchments on his desk.
+""Do you not care that she is a person? Do you forget that unlike you she has feelings?"" The words were blurted out before Muriel could think on them.
+""You think that I do not care, but let me inform you of something, my dear maid."" He stood and lock eyes with her, his voice raised as he spoke. ""The fate of our kingdom rests in that woman's hands and her hands alone. Our very lives depend on Evelyn, and how she conducts herself. I care not what you think about the way I am treating her. Yes, she is a person, but foremost she is a queen. She cannot afford the time to be a person, she must focus her attentions only upon the duty she has to perform.""
+Benedict truly did seem uncaring as he spoke. But the fact of the matter was that he did care.
+Muriel saw this in his eyes, something that not anyone else could see. There was buried compassion, repressed emotions that he refused to release. He had once been a truly compassionate man, but lonliness had changed that. Muriel remembered him from when he had first come here years ago. That day had changed Benedict, and not for the good, as far as she was concerned. The man needed some attention to his manners . . . or he needed for someone to just smack him aside the head.
+""You cruel, heartless bastard!"" Her hands slammed down onto the desk as her voice shrieked. Her temper had started to get the better of her. Muriel was sick of his attitude, especially since no one but the house keeper seemed willing to stand against him. ""She is but a woman, barely at the age to begin courting! She may be queen, but that is not all that she has on her plate! She needs time to adjust, as we all do, to the death of the king!""
+As Muriel spoke Benedict came out from behind his desk, slowly walking toward her as if to stalk his prey. The grin on his face evidenced subconscious satisfaction. He needed someone to be firm with him, someone to keep him in check. Not that he realized this, for Benedict had become quite oblivious to his own actions and manners.
+Benedict snapped at her, his patience worn quite thin. ""Some say that I am, but I do not hold much stock in those words, nor those people. Now, do you have something important to say, or are you going to continue to distract me from my work with useless opinions?""
+She clenched her fists as he walked toward her, his words as hostile as his imposing figure. She looked up to him, his face mere inches from hers. She tried so hard not to respond. She wanted to just reach out and slap this man right across his face. He was being completely unreasonable; as far as Muriel was concerned, Benedict was being a complete and utter arse.
+Once more he saw that she had to restrain herself. Benedict could tell by the look in Muriel's eyes that she wished nothing more than to just lash out. Yet she did not. He wondered if this woman was afraid of him for some reason. Perhaps it was the consequences she would suffer if she got too bold; she was of lower station, after all. He decided to test his theory. His hand reached down to lift her chin so that she once more looked directly into his eyes.
+""What is the matter, Muriel? Are you at a loss for words, or perhaps you have realized that you are a foolish little woman with much less to say that you thought?"" There was a smug look on his face as he said this, his hand ready to catch the one he expected to fly at any moment.
+Fly it did. With ease, Benedict's hand caught hers and wrapped around her small wrist. He could not help but chuckle, which helped the situation very little. In fact it made it worse. Her other hand came to fly at him with the same intent as the first. That one did not strike either, he caught it as well. Muriel fumed, her arms now crossed in front of her. Benedict actually broke out into a laugh. Muriel only growled as the man's hands held her still and kept her from acting.
+""Did you really think that you could slap me? I may not be a warrior, but I learned quickly enough how to guard myself against women such as yourself."" A smirk crossed his lips as he said this, and once more he chuckled in her face.
+""I am not a foolish woman! My life has been devoted to the royal family, if you consider such foolish, then you are foolish yourself!"" She practically spat her words at him. Though he continued to hold her still, Muriel refused to back down.
+""Perhaps I am foolish,"" the Chancellor replied. ""However, such is not in question at this moment. What is in question are your manners and lack of respect for people stationed above you. Perhaps it will be me that teaches you this lesson."" There was a pause in his words, the smirk turning into a wide grin. ""Yes, I think I shall, for I can not think of a single person that has any objection to that.""
+His intention was to scare her, but he could see he had not quite accomplished that, and he knew it. He did not want to completely break her will, he only wanted to see how far he could push her. It was not that he found himself a cruel man; perhaps he appeared that way, but his intentions were not the same as if he truly was cruel. Muriel had not spent much time with this man. She knew not his motives nor what to expect from him.
+""Now you will come with me and not make a fuss about it. If you do, no one will bother to help you, and you will only make things worse for yourself in the end. I am not a cruel man, but you have tried my patience, and since you seem so intent on taking up my time with trivial matters, I will make sure that the matter becomes not so trivial."" All this was whispered almost seductively into her ear. At the same time there was an incredible seriousness to his words.
+If she was scared, she showed no signs of it, but Benedict somehow knew. Perhaps it was the scent he inhaled before he straightened, or maybe he was just used to the fact that around him, people usually reacted in such a manner. Muriel was definitely stubborn; he had known this before, but he knew not to what extent. It quickly became much clearer, but he was definitely looking forward to the discovery of the exact boundaries of this woman's stubborn streak.
+Without a chance to respond, Muriel felt her right arm pulled, his hand still around her wrist as he walked to the doorway of his office. But he did not stop there. Instead, he opened the door and started down the hallway. She had no idea where he was taking her, nor was she sure she wanted to know. She tried to pull against him, but his grip was strong. Try as she might, she could not free herself from Benedict's grip.
+""Let me go!"" Those words were spoken just as they walked past the guards. The only glance they gave was quickly deflected by the look in Benedict's eyes.
+He paid no heed to her words, instead dragging her down the corridors of the castle. It took her until the final hallway to realize their destination. When Benedict heard her gasp of realization, he chuckled in amusement that it had taken her so long to figure it out. He also chuckled at what he assumed were her thoughts. He began to wonder if he should play along with her expectations.
+When he opened the door, he practically flung Muriel toward the chair in the outer chamber of his quarters, quarters that she had surely cleaned but hours before. Only this time, she was not there to clean, but for whatever the Chancellor had in mind for her. The door was quickly closed behind him, and just in time.
+""You will not have me!"" She yelled as she ran at him. Benedict made no attempt to stop her other than block the doorway and her ability to leave.
+He felt her fists pound into his chest. This time, he did not laugh, nor make any attempt to stop her. It wasn't that he did not feel her blows, he wanted to just let her do as she needed to take out her frustrations. He had no desire to hurt her, none at all. What he did desire was unclear even to him, which was of course the entire reason that he had brung Muriel to his chambers.
+""I have no desire to have you."" He spoke as he looked down upon her, his voice now much softer in tone. ""Well, that is untrue. I do -- any man who did not would be foolish -- but that is not my intent."" He finally took her wrists into his hands again, this time pulling her close in an almost intimate embrace.
+This stopped her immediately. Her eyes looked up to him, confused. Muriel noticed his change in tone, in his actions. Benedict was suddenly much more gentle than he had been before. But this only brought questions to her mind, one in particular.
+""Then why did you bring me here?"" she asked in a soft voice, head bowed. ""If not to have me, then why?""
+Benedict released her hands. With a movement that seemed too tender for him, he lifted her face, until their eyes met. The corners of his lips curled in an awkward smile, awkward because it had been years since he had done such, but at the same time because no one within the castle had ever seen such an expression upon his face.
+""Because, here we can talk in private, no one to snoop around the doors and hear us. That and..."" Benedict sighed, then actually turned his back to Muriel.
+His words and actions made her wonder. In all the years she had worked at the castle, Muriel had never seen Benedict speak this way, much less turn his back on anyone. He had never trusted anyone but perhaps the king well enough to do such. She placed a hand on his shoulder as if to try to get attention, but instantly she felt him pulling away from her.
+""You may leave if you wish,"" the Chancellor said, his voice becoming more harsh. ""You have told me your concerns. That is... unless there is something else you wish to add."" He turned to face her, the plain expression returned to his face.
+""You were going to say something, Your High Excellency, what was it?"" She asked him softly, wondering what had brought about the change she had seen in him.
+""It was nothing. I will try to be easy on Evelyn. However, in doing so, you must also be the one to teach her courtly manners. Do such and I will not have to be so hard on her."" She blinked a few times as she heard him speaking the way he had in his office.
+Benedict then walked to the door, opening it up for her and motioning for Muriel to leave. She was dubious about what she had seen from the normally hard man. Perhaps his moment of vulnerability was only in her imagination. Bowing her head as she sighed, she stepped through the door, heading directly to her chamber so that she could get some rest and perhaps make sense of the situation.
+* * * * * * * * * * * * *
+It had been days since Muriel had seen Benedict, which seemed a little strange to the house keeper. Had she said something wrong? She wondered if the Chancellor's moment of semi-public vulnerability bothered him to the point where he would avoid her. Muriel had changed her schedule of cleaning, trying to give herself a chance to see Benedict. While she did accomplish her goal, she was practically ignored except for a snide remark here or there. It was as if he did not wish for her to be around at all.
+Incredibly frustrated with this, Muriel decided not to clean Benedict's chambers. Instead, she decided that if he could ignore her, then she could do the same with him. The goal was to bother him; however, it did not seem to do much. She spent her afternoons with Evelyn, teaching her the things that she needed to know about being queen. Then came the conversation with the young queen, about a week after Muriel's confrontation with Benedict.
+""Something has you distracted, please tell me what it is."" Evelyn spoke out of concern for the older woman that was becoming her friend, the woman who had seemed to get the Chancellor off her back a little.
+""I am fine, my queen. I do not know where you get such thoughts from. Back to your lessons."" Now Muriel made an attempt to avoid the discussion.
+""I see the flush in your cheeks now and then when you pass certain areas of the castle. From what I have seen this is unlike you."" Again Evelyn spoke with concern. However, at that point, she straightened her posture to make herself look more regal. ""Do not make me order you as your queen to tell me what is going on, I'd prefer to avoid that but I will do what I need to do.""
+Muriel shook her head and laughed under her breath. Evelyn was definitely coming along quite well, even with the distraction of Prince Drest and his entourage. The smile on the older woman's face spoke of her pride for the girl. She had every good reason to feel this way. But her smile quickly faded, her eyes drifting down to her lap as she let out a sigh.
+""I may be the queen but you were my mother's friend. I hope that you and I can be friends, as well. You have given me hope that I can do this, so let me be here for you as well."" Evelyn's tone had softened as she had physically relaxed, concern apparent once more.
+The house keeper and tutor to the queen mused silently before speaking. ""I thought I saw something in someone but I am not quite sure. From what I have seen as of late, it seems perhaps nothing but a delusion. I want it to be true, but he does not seem to know that I exist any more. I wonder if I have done something wrong perhaps, but then again, what does an old maid like me know about personal relationships?"" Muriel chuckled nervously thinking that perhaps she had spoken too much.
+""I think I have come to know you quite well,"" said Evelyn with a teasing grin. ""At which point I dare say that perhaps you are smitten with this person."" Her words had Muriel suddenly looking right at her.
+""I am not! Why would I be smitten with someone like him? He's pompous, arrogant, does not seem to care about others' feelings. He speaks in nothing but harsh tones, he cares for no one but himself. He is rude, he is...""
+Evelyn suddenly burst out laughing. Muriel wondered what she had said or done wrong.
+""If he is all of these things, then why do I hear disbelief in your voice? You speak harsh words about him yet your tone and the look in your eyes tell me you feel that which contradicts your words. If he is such things and you truly believe so then confront him, tell him what you think of him, and get it over with so that you are not distracted.""
+Muriel began to interrupt Evelyn, but the queen's posture straightened regally. Muriel knew that meant she would be ordered to do such if she did not do such on her own.  
+""I will take my leave of you, my Queen, until the morrow when I shall see you again for your lessons."" Muriel stood and curtsied, and before the younger woman could respond, she disappeared from her chambers.
+* * * * * * * * *
+Muriel had wanted to confront Benedict right away. However, chores kept on popping up, and there were messes to clean. It wasn't until the day that Evelyn defied convention and rode into the village with Prince Drest that Muriel had her chance. The castle was quiet, all chambers had been cleaned. The house keeper was a very nervous woman as she approached Benedict's door. Just as her hand was extended to knock upon the door it opened, revealing an expectant Benedict on the other side.
+""Now you listen here..."" Muriel began loudly. Before she got to finish what she wanted to say, his hand was placed over her mouth.
+""Would you be quiet? Now come with me."" His tone was harsh. Before she knew it, he had grabbed her arm and drug her into his office, shutting the door behind him.
+""I do not know what this is about, but whatever it is had better be good. I have business to attend to."" He let go of her as he spoke, and stared into her eyes. Something about the look in them made him seem almost cold.
+""What is wrong with you?"" sputtered Muriel. ""First you are harsh, then you start to break through and be a real man, and now you are again acting like a self-righteous bastard."" She knew she had to be forward and thus she was, her hands on her hips as she met his eyes.
+Benedict blinked a few times, the man more than shocked that Muriel would have yet another outburst. He knew she could be bold, but something like this he thought was beyond her. Apparently the man was wrong. A none too soft sigh escaped his lips. His head then shook; he wasn't too sure what to make of this situation.
+""Muriel, I can explain."" He spoke in a monotone voice, trying not to be harsh but at the same time trying not to let his emotions get the best of him.
+""You had better explain, Your High Excellency. You may be of position in this castle and ranked higher than I, but your cold behavior is getting just a little bit old and outdated."" She spoke quickly; her lines had been rehearsed.
+""You would do well to remember that, my dear, and treat me with the respect my position dictates I receive."" He lifted his hand to touch her cheek. Muriel did not stop him.
+""It is not the Chancellor that I am interested in, it is the man beneath the robes. The man that I saw in your room that night, the man that..."" Muriel was cut short by his chuckle and the shake of his head, her cheek grew red as she became flustered because she wasn't being taken seriously.
+""That was a mistake,"" said Benedict. ""I should not have let him out, and he will not come out again."" His hand came down from her cheek, his glare stone cold. ""Now please leave, I have matters of importance to tend to."" While his tone was harsh, his eyes told a different story, a story of pain and loneliness.
+Muriel simply sighed, her arms folded across her chest as she tilted her head down. She didn't know what to think, or do. She knew what she had been thought of, but apparently her thoughts had been wrong. Defeated, she turned to make her way out of the office, but paused.
+""To think I thought you a real man with feelings. I could not have been more wrong."" She whispered as she walked to the door. She had just started to open it when Benedict spoke in response.
+""I can be, it is just..."" He began, but they were interrupted by one of the castle guards.
+""Come quick, Your High Excellency, there has been an incident with the queen..."" The guard didn't even get to finish before both Muriel and Benedict ran out of the office, their own drama replaced with concern for their queen.
+* * * * * * * * *
+""It will be alright my poppet, I promise no one will hurt you."" Muriel sat with Evelyn, her arms around her to hold her close.
+On the other side of the queen's chambers, Benedict questioned those involved, learning what had happened. The murder of Michael and Sarah, the queen's 'parents,' spoke of an attack upon the queen herself. Benedict wanted to speak with Evelyn, but any time he would try, Muriel just give him a glare. The queen didn't need his harshness; what she needed at the moment was tender loving care. The older maid was the one to provide it in the form of whispered words and comforting touches. Her body rocked with the young woman in her arms.
+""I saw it... My parents... they..."" Evelyn tried to speak, but when she couldn't Muriel would shush her and continue her comfort.
+Everyone knew it was going to be a long night, but still, things needed to be done and Benedict set an investigation into motion. Muriel saw personally to the care of the queen, and though she was only a housekeeper, she knew that she was needed. She did all she could, and while not a mother herself, she could not help but to feel for the young woman. Her goal was to comfort her like the daughter she never had.
+""Come, my poppet, let us get away from here."" Still holding on to Evelyn she rose, lending her strength to her queen as the younger woman had not much left.
+""Where are you going with her?"" Benedict's head snapped about so that the two women were in view, a slight glare in his eyes as if he still wanted to question Evelyn.
+""She is going for a bath and to lay down, she needs her rest."" Muriel did not hesitate in her reply to the Chancellor, her tone told him there were no questions to be had about the situation.
+Muriel had essentially defied him in public, and that made Benedict more than a little mad. However, he had other matters to deal with. Later, he figured, he would speak to her on the subject. As he turned away from the two women, Muriel escorted the queen to her bath. She wanted nothing more than to comfort the girl and get her to relax. So that's what she did, bringing her to her room to give her a nice bath and rock her in her arms until the young woman fell asleep.
+* * * * * * * * *
+The older woman spent many days with the younger one, the two of them bonding along with the queen's lady-in-waiting, Rebecca. Muriel had no issues with the young servant, though she did see Rebecca as a younger version of herself. One that needed guidance, one that needed to be shown what to do in difficult situations. So the older woman acted as both mentor and friend, her years of experience around people showing through.
+A reticent Benedict did not bother her during this time, leaving the women to their vices. The truth of the matter was that he had no idea how to deal with his feelings for Muriel. Doing so would mean bringing out his softer side, and it had been too many years since he had done so. At the same time, he could feel something being drawn out of him. As he carefully watched Muriel from afar, he would notice a few things about himself, about how he responded to her movements. Things that he had long since thought dead.
+He paced in his study one night as he thought about it, wondered what it was about this woman that brought about these feelings. He had felt this way once before, however his duties had gotten in the way of him taking the chance. He still had those duties now, but the circumstances were different. In his younger days, he had the chance to take advantage of a woman with more questionable morals than Muriel. The house keeper was no such woman.
+""Damn it, get out of my head! Leave me alone and stop doing this to me!"" He stopped in the middle of the room, glaring up to the ceiling.
+He'd had outbursts on more than one occasion, using it is a ritual of cleansing his mind . It did not help, in fact it only seemed to make him think of Muriel more. He could not help but wonder if she thought of him in such a manner, or if her earlier words of his character were all that was on her mind when it came to thoughts of him. Benedict needed to know... however, there was a ceremony to prepare for. The queen's insistence upon reestablishing the Knights of Vix bothered him, but ultimately, it was her decision alone to make.
+* * * * * * * * *
+Benedict found her in the halls late that evening, after the ceremony. ""Come with me, woman, we have words to exchange, and I will not do such here."" He took a hold of Muriel's arm, then proceeded to guide her to his study.
+She noticed something different in his touch; his hand did not grip her flesh as roughly as it had before. He was much more gentle. If she did not know better, Muriel would think that perhaps he had a heart after all. The thought made her own heart flutter. The idea of his apparently stone-cold heart warming because of her was something that pleased her much more than she expected.
+As the two silently made their way to his study, Muriel sighed and shook her head, chastising herself for her thoughts. She knew she was mystified by her feelings for Benedict, and sensed he felt the same way. She had no idea what he wished to speak with her about, she had no idea what was on his mind. The longer it took to get to his study the more she found herself curious, something Muriel had not expected at all.
+As soon as they entered his study, he closed the door behind them, then motioned over to a comfortable chair for Muriel to sit in. There was something about Benedict that seemed odd, but she couldn't place her finger on it. Was it about the Knighthood? Benedict had opposed the resurrection of what he considered an outdated order, especially considering her choices. A cobbler's son and a stableboy? Had Evelyn chosen them to vex Benedict on purpose?
+""Your High Excellency..."" Muriel began. However, as Benedict sat down, he held up a single finger to hush her.
+""I can keep silent no more."" He spoke softly, almost as if he was afraid that he'd be heard.
+Curiously Muriel tilted her head, she could not help but wonder what he spoke about. His manners were all off, he seemed withdrawn. He watched her, of course, to study her reaction to what he would tell her. His manner piqued her curiosity, forced Muriel to think.
+""I am worried for the kingdom,"" Benedict said. ""Since Bagdemagus came to the queen. I do not know what his plans are. I fear for Evelyn, which is why I am speaking to you.""
+Muriel nodded and Benedict continued to speak. ""I know Evelyn trusts Cedric and John, however, I myself am not so sure. They are but newly trained knights, how could we trust the future of our kingdom to common men?""
+She could tell that Benedict was worried, though Muriel knew information that he did not. At the same time, while she had never seen something affect Benedict as this did, she was more concerned for the fact that the mage had come to see him. That thought made Muriel shiver, her arms folded uncomfortably across her chest. ""I trust the Knights with Evelyn's life,"" she said softly. ""After all, they are the only ones that we know of to wound the wizard.""
+Benedict shot up from his seat, his words more harsh as he questioned her. ""They what!? Why was I not told this before? Why has no one brought this information to my attention? And here I thought the man immortal!""
+""Calm down,"" Muriel answered. ""We did not tell you because we were not sure. Both Cedric and John claim the wizard had been wounded, but given his reputation, Evelyn did not want anyone getting cocky. But Bagdemagus showed her the scars, though they were supernaturally healed."" She shook her head and let out a sigh, though Benedict could tell that something else was going on with her. Something that bothered her deeply.
+Once more his whole demeanor changed, his features becoming much more soft than they had been before. Certainly, he was concerned for what had happened with the queen; at the moment, however, he was more concerned for Muriel. Walking over to her, he knelt in front of where she sat, placed his hands gently upon her knees while he looked up to her.
+""Something else is on your mind, Muriel, and there is also something on my mind. It is of a greatly personal nature, if my guess is correct. You may not wish to speak of it, but I do. I need to."" This time when he spoke, she noticed a difference in his tone.
+Perhaps, had his tone of voice had not changed so drastically, Muriel would not have been caught off guard, but when she heard him speak with care in his voice, she was startled, touched. She did not know what to say. She went to look down to her lap so that she could perhaps get a moment to think, however his hand came to her chin and lifted her head ever so gently so that she now looked to him. That is when the strangest thing happened: Benedict's lips curled up into a gentle smile.
+""I have noticed things happen when I am around you,"" he said. ""I find myself once more starting to feel. I have been around many women, I have even been with women."" He chuckled as if it was ironic, if one took stock in the rumors that surrounded him. ""This has only ever happened to me once, but this thing that I feel..."" It was Benedict's turn to withdraw. His hand dropped from her chin as he looked down to the floor between the chair and his knees.
+""Is not something you expected."" Muriel spoke softly, his sentence finished by her words. ""It came out of nowhere, took you by surprise. The last thing you expected was to feel something for a little old housekeeper.""
+Benedict looked up as she spoke those last words, his surprised eyes went wide. Without any words being spoken, he shifted on his knees, placing his forehead against hers as he let out a sigh. He wondered why she thought so lowly of herself, then he realized that at least some of it had to do with the way he had treated her.
+""That is not entirely true, it may have been the last thing that I expected after so many years of nothing. It is not because you are some house keeper, you are not just some old housekeeper. You are a wonderful woman, Muriel, one that has captured my attention and made me wish to explore these feelings a little more."" He slipped back as he spoke and gave her a smile, his eyes intently watched her because he wished to know just what she thought of his words.
+Her cheeks turned red, and a soft smile crossed her lips. Muriel's heart skipped a beat as he would not only call her a wonderful woman but also speak of his desire. She had not expected this from Benedict. Hs confession was strange enough, but for him to open up like this was not something she had imagined would happen in 100 years.
+Benedict would have been worried, then, had it not been for that smile of hers, the smile that always struck his heart though it had never been meant for him. But unlike those times, this one was for him. This time, the smile had come out because of the man he was and who he wanted to be again. Benedict rose and offered his hands, hoping that she would take them and rise with him.
+Muriel gingerly placed her fingers upon his. She rose on her own, but was touched by Benedict's gentlemanly offer. She kept her eyes on his; the woman had no idea what to expect from him, as at this point, he had become totally unpredictable. Not that she minded the chance to see this side of him, of course.
+""But you must go to bed, and so must I. We both have work to do in the morning, and it would be improper of me to keep you up for any longer than I already have."" He spoke softly; apparently Benedict was full of surprises today.
+Slowly, carefully, Benedict lifted each of Muriel's hands to his lips, kissing them softly in turn. He then looked to her with a smile, offered his arm and waited for her to take it. Carefully her arm was placed in the crook of his elbow, and the pair of them walked toward the door of his office.
+Muriel spoke softly as they made it to the door, reluctant to go. ""Good night, Your High Excellency, I shall see you on the morrow.""
+""Please, call me Benedict."" He hesitantly opened the door for her; he had no desire for her to go, but neither could he ask her to remain. After so long, the idea of wooing a woman was a daunting one.
+""Goodnight, then... Benedict."" She spoke those words as her hand slipped from his arm. Benedict watched as Muriel began her walk down the hallway. The two of them had much to think about, much to think about indeed.
+
+"
+266,A Royal Sacrifice,Darkniciad,Chain Stories,2007-07-24,2012-01-25,2022-01-08 03:45:38,3,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/a-royal-sacrifice-ch-09,"1. A charming rogue finds opportunity in Vix. 2. Black deeds cut to the heart of Vix once more. 3. Her knight captured, the Queen prepares to make a stand.","['Blackmail', 'Magic', 'Pregnant', 'Rogue', 'Royalty', 'Thief']",4.59,"Guy Dorr chuckled upon passing a safe distance away from his latest mark. The man continued to haggle with the hawker at his cart, completely unaware that he no longer had any coin to pay once the dueling pair reached an acceptable price. Guy had slit the man's purse with a razor sharp knife without even breaking stride.
+Slipping the coins into his own purse, Guy thought, _I should have abandoned the hinterlands long ago. So many pretty birds to pluck._ Noticing a petite brunette with an eye-catching bosom, he added, _In more ways than one._
+Touching the brim of his hat and offering a charming smile, his eyes lit up upon seeing color rise into the young woman's cheeks. _Mind the time,_ he chastised himself, knowing that he would find any number of occasions for dalliance in less pressing times.
+Patting the vial tucked into the waistband of his breeches, Guy quickly strode to his horse. Mounting the dark brown stallion, a tap of his heels and a quiet command of ""Hah, Judas,"" set the animal off toward the Lempe estate.
+As he rode, Guy contemplated the gossip in the village. Virtually every man, woman, and child knew some story about the events of the past few days. How many of these rumors possessed a scrap of truth was suspect, but Guy knew far better than to ignore any information.
+While murders and fear of a black hearted wizard could prove advantageous in covering his own work, it also presented a greater level of alertness on the part of the entire populace. The resurrection of the knighthood also required caution. For the time being, Guy felt that the knights were of little consequence – a mere villager and a stableboy – but that could very well change in a short time if the new Queen continued to knight anyone who struck her fancy.
+Guy raised his eyebrows and smiled as he wondered how _he_ might catch the Queen's eye. According to the tongue waggling in the village and surrounding estates, the woman was beautiful, untouched, and had lived in a peasant's squalor until the moment she took the throne. Status as a knight would immediately elevate him to a level granting him tremendous freedom.
+ _Why stop there?_ Guy mused. _She has already broken from tradition in knighting the manure shoveler and the village boy. Might not a charming man win her hand and heart to become Queen Consort?_
+Topping a rise, Guy saw his destination come into view. _Enough of that for now,_ he wisely thought. He focused his mind on the task at hand as he rode up to the estate, passing off Judas to a stableboy only seconds after bringing the horse to a halt. He needed no servant to guide him, and walked with quick, confident steps toward where he knew his benefactor awaited him.
+The man's head immediately turned toward the door when Guy opened it. Guy could see the anxiety in the man's eyes, and it brought a smile to his lips. ""All proceeds as planned, Walter. You have the wine set aside, I trust?"" He asked as he removed his riding gloves.
+""I have,"" Walter Lempe replied. ""You are sure that Simon will forgive my debt for such a small amount of wine?"" He smoothed back his salt-and-pepper hair, his expression filled with concern.
+Waving his hand in a dismissive gesture, Guy responded, ""Wine fit for the Queen's own table, Goodman. You do your fine vintage a disservice. Simon gnaws at the bit, as a yearling eager to run. I have firmly convinced him that his path to genteel society now lies open before him. He will do anything I suggest.""
+""With that debt forgiven, I would have the means to attain the prosperity so long denied me,"" Walter declared, tamping his fist on the table to punctuate the statement. Immediately thereafter, a coughing fit wracked his body.
+Giving Walter time to regain his composure, Guy then said. ""And so you shall. You have the bottles for my associate? I must needs meet with him this night, and he demands his payment.""
+Nodding, Walter gestured to his wife. The curvy, auburn-tressed woman retrieved two wine bottles from a sideboard, bringing them to the table before Guy. She then turned to her husband, who once more fought for breath through a fit of coughing. ""Husband, you should seek your bed."" She gestured for a stout servant, who moved to stand next to Walter's chair. ""I will have one of the servants see our guest on his way.""
+Weakly nodding his head, Walter allowed the servant to help him rise, and then to walk from the room toward the bedchamber. Anne looked on with concern until her husband vanished from view, the servant closing the door behind them. Now alone, she turned to Guy, who stood up from his chair with a smile. Stepping forward into his embrace, she tightly closed her arms around him. A quavering sigh bubbled from her lips as the stiff tips of her breasts pressed against his muscular chest. ""Please tell me that you spoke untrue. Must you leave?""
+Kissing her forehead, his manhood swelling beneath his breeches, Guy let out a melancholy sigh. ""I fear I spoke truth, fair Anne. I must take to horse immediately.""
+""Will you return this night? I ache for you, my love.""
+""No, dear Anne. Yet another night and day must we spend apart, even should the fates be kind.""
+""I do not know how I shall endure it.""
+Raising her face to his, Guy kissed her full lips. ""Nor do I, but it is needful. I must leave.""
+""Go then, while I yet have the strength of will to allow it,"" Anne pleaded while stepping away from him.
+Picking up the bottles, Guy said, ""Rest well, my fair flower. Seek me in your dreams and I shall await you there.""
+Her lip quivering, Anne nodded and swept out of the room in a flurry of skirts.
+Guy returned to his horse, stowing the bottles carefully in his saddlebags. Fed and rested, Judas responded with enthusiasm when Guy spurred his mount into motion toward the Gifford estate.
+****
+""Timing is of the essence, Simon,"" Guy assured the pacing lord of the Gifford estate.
+""Too long have I waited for this opportunity,"" Simon grumbled. ""So many times that fool has been on the brink of ruin, only to endure. Too long have I looked on, denied my rightful place in gentle society. I _must_ have access to his vines. When every table holds my beer and his wine, under my control, none will be able to deny me my place.""
+""And so you shall,"" Guy said with a smile, amused because he had said the exact same words to Simon's bane, Walter, only a short ride ago. ""What he will send to you will force him to provide lesser vintages to others. When foul thieves abscond with the wine before it reaches you, thus dissolving your bargain...""
+""He will not have the means to pay his debt to me, and I will have what I desire,"" Simon finished.
+Producing one of the bottles of wine, Guy sat it down and gestured toward it. ""To celebrate your rightful station. I think Walter's finest vintage is appropriate for just such a joyous occasion."" Reaching into a pouch, he then produced the vial he had obtained in the village. ""And the other, of course.""
+""God be praised. I have seen each hour these last two nights. The pain grows unbearable, and I am weary beyond sense.""
+Bowing his head, Guy said, ""The opium will surely give you both rest and relief, Simon. I sense that perhaps you may wish to partake of that blessed relief before our celebration?""
+""I fear I shall take leave of my wits if I do not sleep soon,"" Simon answered.
+""Then go, my friend. I will take the bottle to the cellar and seek my bed. We will celebrate when you awaken.""
+With a nod, Simon left, and Guy held true to his word. He lay back on the bed with a sigh, a smug smile spread across his face. Naturally, he had no intention of ruining Walter, nor of removing Simon's hold over his neighbor – at least not yet. Both men were so single mindedly devoted to their goals that they would never guess his duplicity in playing them both for fools for some time.
+Misfortunes 'beyond his ability to control' would prevent either man from attaining what they desired in whole, while continuing to tempt them with the sweet taste of victory. Guy had no intention of surrendering the fine life he enjoyed between the two households. Uncorking the second bottle of wine, he took a sip and let out a blissful sigh.
+A knock on the door and a call of, ""Fresh linens,"" sent a rush of blood through Guy's nether regions. Rising from the bed, he crossed the room to the door and opened it, letting the buxom, raven-haired chambermaid enter the room.
+The door barely closed before Isabel dropped the linens to the bed and stepped into Guy's arms. Her hands caressed his swelling manhood through his breeches, and her lips sought his with hungry passion.
+Guy reached down to cup her sex in his hand as they kissed, almost able to feel the heat radiating from her loins beneath her skirts. His cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat beneath her hand. Pulling away from the kiss, he cradled her heavy breasts in his hands, leaning down to kiss the revealed cleavage with a slight growl of arousal. Her hands moved to the waist of his breeches even as he kissed her.
+Guy pulled away with a sigh. ""Simon has his opium.""
+""There is time,"" Isabel countered, continuing her quest to remove his breeches and reach the object of her desire.
+""But what when his wife discovers me spent, unable to pleasure her?""
+""How long must I wait? My loins burn for you.""
+""I loathe the need to wait as well, but it must be so. The time will come when she will tire of me. Until then, I must maintain my illusion of desire for her. You know the power she holds over her husband. Without the payment for my services to him, I will not be able to take you away from this place.""
+""How long will the opium last?"" Isabel asked, backing away toward the door with a sigh.
+""No more than three days. Then we will have the respite to share our love, while she is unable to leave her wakeful husband's side.""
+""What if she does not come?""
+Guy sighed, and said, ""She will come."" _Many times,_ he silently added, letting none of his amusement creep into his features. ""Now go. Seek me in your dreams, my love.""
+Biting her lower lip for a moment, Isabel mastered her emotions enough to say, ""I will,"" before quickly exiting the room.
+Though his erection throbbed in frustration as he lay back on the bed, Guy knew it would not last long. After taking another sip of the finest wine in the land, he began to remove his clothing. It would not do to keep the lady waiting when she arrived.
+Nearly asleep as he dozed awaiting her arrival, Guy opened his eyes upon hearing the door close to see Rachel allowing her dressing gown to fall to the floor.
+""I feared he would never succumb,"" she said as she crossed the room toward the bed. Her firm breasts held the shift she wore away from her upper body, while her motion caused the fabric to cling to her below. Still erect from thoughts of her, Guy's cock bounced upward from his body in anticipation.
+As the honey-blonde wife of his benefactor shrugged off her shift at the edge of the bed, Guy admired her curvaceous body and stood. The sight of her slightly rounded abdomen sent another twitch through his manhood. Already swollen with her husband's seed, he need not pull from her hot depths to find his release.
+Cupping her breasts in her hands, Rachel sighed and whispered, ""Already they ache, as with my first child.""
+Running his fingers through her long, artfully disheveled hair, Guy leaned forward and kissed her passionately. When their lips parted, he whispered into her ear, ""Perhaps I might soothe them for a time.""
+Rachel gasped as he leaned down to suckle one of her pebble-hard nipples. His lips caressed the erect bud for a moment, and then he shifted to her other breast to engulf its twin in his mouth.
+One hand rested on Guy's head, while the other crept between his legs to caress him. ""Too long have I waited already. I can wait no more,"" she said in a needy whisper.
+Guy answered not with words, but with action. Releasing her nipple from his lips, he reached down to grasp her rounded bottom, easily lifting her into his arms. He spun on his heels, the musky scent of her arousal already tickling his nose, and lay her down upon the bed.
+Even as her back touched the mattress, Guy swung one knee onto the bed between her legs. Raising her knees and spreading them apart, she granted him access to kneel between them. As he moved forward, she parted the thick blonde curls surrounding her sex, revealing the wet heat hidden beneath.
+Guy pressed the tip of his needy organ against her folds, slipping into her with a grateful sigh. Her back arched away from the bed as he penetrated her, the action accompanied by a high-pitched gasp.
+He wasted no time, thrusting into her clinging depths with quick measured thrusts. Rachel moderated her sounds of passion, though she knew that only trusted servants remained within earshot. Color rose into her face, chest, and breasts as she felt days of need sated by his thick shaft stroking her with hot friction. After days of anticipation, her fires quickly rose to an inferno.
+Guy let out a groan of ecstasy as her walls caressed him, her labia clinging to his member with every withdrawal. Her fingers curled into claws, bunching up the bedclothes between them, and he groaned again as the rate of her breathing increased. Well knowing the signs of impending climax in her beautiful features, he gripped her thighs harder to add power to his thrusts.
+Sweat beaded over both of their bodies as Rachel soared upward to her peak. She reached her heights and tumbled over with a choked off scream long before Guy felt the tightening of his loins that signaled his release. Her legs closed around him even as her intimate muscles entrapped him, holding him buried in her depths as she gasped and panted for breath from the depth and power of ecstasy flooding her every pore.
+She still fought for breath when Guy forced her legs apart, allowing him to withdraw his throbbing organ for another thrust. Her eyes opened wide as his tip pressed against the entrance of her womb and the power of his thrust moved her toward the headboard of the bed.
+Guy deviated from his chosen course, his own needs just as strong as those of the rapidly breathing woman beneath him. Though he'd planned to take her to her peak at least twice more, his body demanded release without delay. Allowing that beast free rein, he slammed his manhood home with the full strength of his desire.
+Enraptured with the power of his thrusting organ and the sight of his muscular body working above her, Rachel soon soared toward another peak. As his face tightened and growls rumbled from his throat, she felt the tightness in her loins reach almost painful intensity. When he slammed into her with a final growl, she followed him into ecstasy.
+Guy groaned as his organ pulsed, sending streams of his seed to coat her walls. She trembled and cried out in release, unable to contain the sounds this time. The tight squeeze of her climax proved unbearable, and he pulled from her with a gasp, trailing milky strands of their mingled juices from her sex to his slowly softening member.
+Laying a hand over her loins, Rachel languidly mused, ""How I long for the day when we may share this each day without secrecy.""
+""As do I,"" Guy agreed, collapsing to the bed with a sigh. In a short while, she left him to return to her bed, leaving him to change the linens and take his rest for the next play in his game.
+He pitted the heads of the two households against each other, while he played upon the affections of their wives to his advantage. Neither woman took her husband out of love. Both sought the wealth and influence that marriage to the far older men provided. The two men were in ill health, and had already provided their wives with the means to maintain that wealth in the event of their husband's passing – sons.
+Guy promised to aid the men in attaining a place within gentle society, which would thus offer the same to their wives. Once ensconced, the two women possessed the guile to maintain those positions. In exchange, he received all the information he needed from them.
+In the meantime, he culled the servants for the gullible to attain even more useful information to maintain all his ruses. Eventually, he would have to choose between the two households. For now, he simply reveled in the game.
+Knowing he had important work to do on the morrow, Guy pulled up the fresh linens and drifted off to sleep.
+****
+""Earl Warren, your choices are quite limited,"" Guy warned from his shadowy observation post near two convenient exits, both watched by town boys eager to please in hopes of more shiny coins for their palms. With all of the doors closed, the interior of the well-built barn held far more of shadow than of light.
+Thomas Warren stared into the darkness, attempting to discern the identity of the man who had drawn him here with a few simple words passed through a servant. ""Why should I accept the word of a man who hides amongst the shadows? A man of black heart and even blacker deeds?""
+""Ah, but who are you to speak of black deeds? You who would defile the sacred bonds of marriage for a few moments of bliss in the arms of a girl only just become a woman? Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife. Thou shalt not commit adultery. Thou shalt not bear false witness. In a single night of passion did you break three of the Lord's commandments.""
+With a growl born of both anger and shame, Earl Warren asked, ""What do you want?""
+""You may consider me as your guide back to the path of salvation. I offer the opportunity to grant a kindness to the less fortunate, in exchange for my silence in this most delicate matter.""
+""You blaspheme.""
+Guy greeted that accusation with a chuckle. ""My sins and soul are my own to care for. It is for your own that you should be concerned. The price of my silence costs you nothing, in truth. As I said, you will simply do a kindness for those who do not share the great fortune of your birth.""
+""Enough of your riddles and your blasphemy. Name your price, Blackheart.""
+""In the fullness of time, I will reveal to you the full nature of your atonement. My price is but a few invitations and a single purchase. Both are well within your means, and cost you little. Your wife is fond of dancing and revelry, is she not? In paying my price, you warm the heart of your wife. In this, my price may even prove a boon to you, Earl.""
+""Very well, you will have whatever you desire. How am I to know that you will maintain your silence?""
+""You do not. You do understand, however, that I will certainly reveal your indiscretion to your wife and your identity to your young lover if you fail to pay my price. You will receive further instruction in time, Earl."" With those words, Guy spun in a flurry of his dark cloak. The action revealed his location to the Earl for the first time, but lasted only a second before Guy vanished out the nearby door.
+Passing by one of the two village boys, Guy tossed the child a pair of coins as he sprinted by with his hood pulled low. Having received their initial coin from another, much shorter man, both boys started as the dark cloaked figure swept by them. The coins quickly overcame their surprise and fear, erasing even the slightest memory of Guy's appearance.
+A swift run along a hedgerow brought him to his horse, and a short ride placed Guy back on the road, moving at a leisurely pace toward the home of the man he'd just blackmailed. Seeing no sign of activity, Guy knew that the Earl remained within the barn licking his wounds, and would play his part in the game perfectly.
+Kicking his horse into a canter, Guy continued on to his final destination of the day, before returning for another night of luxury and bliss. As he rode, he contemplated the new rumors circulating amongst the servants of the nobility. If the whispers were true, the Queen had once more broken with tradition and asserted her authority over her father's court.  
+The Queen's freeing of the maid servant offered even more evidence that she thought as much with her heart as with her mind. The tales regarding the woman's crime and incarceration all varied slightly, but shared enough common points to lend them credence. The Queen surely took a great risk in allowing the woman to return to her duties if even half of the rumors were true.
+Now nearing the village, Guy once again pushed aside musings about the opportunities presented by the new Queen's apparent naivety. He trusted the man he must meet this day no farther than one could see in the deepest part of a moonless night. He knew that he must remain sharply focused on the task at hand, having seen the signs of greed in the man during their last two meetings.
+Guy had no intentions of walking into the situation unprepared for any eventuality.
+****
+""You have it?"" Guy asked the raggedly dressed man lurking in the lee of a tanner's shed, purposely speaking as little as possible to avoid breathing in the stench of the place.
+""I have it. You can pay?""
+Guy rolled his eyes and produced the coin. ""Now, my arsenic, if you please?"" He didn't react at all to the faint sound of a twig snapping. He knew the men were lurking beyond the bushes. He'd known they were there even before he approached.
+""I think it may be more this time,"" the filthy poison peddler said with a wide, toothless grin.
+Letting out a resigned sigh, Guy's fingers closed around both the coins and the hilt of his rapier. ""So, you have at last allowed your greed to outweigh your senses?""
+""Rumors – probably started by you. I wager you can't hold a blade, much less use one. I got help, too.""
+The two burly men emerged from the bushes, equally filthy and toothless as their leader. In a single smooth motion, Guy deposited his coins back in his purse and drew his rapier. ""There is still time to conduct our business without bloodshed.""
+""Yes. Deliver all your coin and you can walk away with all your blood,"" one of the men warned, and then let out a quiet, evil chuckle.
+""I think not,"" Guy responded, setting his feet in a defensive stance.
+""Quick and quiet,"" the poison peddler instructed his bruisers in clipped grunts, drawing a long-bladed dagger.
+The two men rushed Guy, their blades raised high for an overhand strike. One man hesitated for a fraction of a second, and that was all the time Guy needed. Easily side-stepping the clumsy blows, a quick snap of his rapier disarmed one of the men. Blood spurted in fountains from the man's opened wrist, even around the other hand clasped over it.
+Overextended when he found his target no longer where it should be, and distracted by the other man's blood squirting over him, the second assailant barely managed to put his rusty sword in line to deflect Guy's next stab. Fast as a viper's strike, Guy whipped his sword back and stabbed again, easily penetrating the man's pitiful defenses and opening his throat.
+Skidding to a halt in his rush to attack, the poison peddler's eyes opened wide as he watched his two men dispatched with such speed and lack of effort. Guy spun and sprang forward, the point of his sword leveled within inches of the surprised man's face.
+""The poison,"" Guy said in an ominous whisper, extending his hand.
+Dropping his dagger to the muddy ground, the filthy man nodded his head in an exaggerated manner, digging into his pockets. Guy kept his distance, prepared to leap away at the first sign of any unusual motion or change in his frightened opponent's expression.
+The man removed the glass vial from its hiding place, extending the vial in a trembling hand toward Guy. ""They tricked me. I wouldn't do this. You know me."" His voice trembled more than his hands, and the words emerged in a rush, filled with apology.
+""Indeed,"" Guy responded, taking the vial. ""I should kill you, but I find you useful. I trust there will be no more such _mistakes_ in the future?""
+Shaking his head hard enough to cause his sparse, matted hair to flap against his cheeks, the man answered. ""Never again. You have my word."" He let out a sigh of relief as Guy's sword slipped downward.
+The motion of Guy's weapon immediately changed, thrusting forward into the filthy man's chest. Withdrawing the weapon, Guy sneered, ""Your word is worth less than a bucket of night soil."" The dying man had no answer, blood bubbling into his lungs and trickling from his mouth as he fell to his knees. Guy wiped off his sword point on a comparatively clean portion of the man's breeches before finishing the job with a clean cloth.
+Letting out an irritated sigh, Guy dragged the man back into his shack. With some effort, he did the same with the other two men. The fire he started when he finished was small, but would quickly spread when it reached the carefully placed combustibles nearby. He would be a fair distance away when the hungry flames grew from a flicker to a roar. Only bones and char would remain by the time anyone discovered the blaze.
+His tracks covered, Guy rode to a secluded location to change his clothing, burning the blood-stained garments he wore with a snort of regret. The clothing was fine, and he knew he should have worn something else before embarking on this day's business. _What is done is done,_ he thought as he mounted Judas. A smile spread across his face as he anticipated Rachel's visit in the night.
+****
+Sitting unseen on his horse only a few feet away, Bagdemagus watched as Guy's horse receded into the distance. _I may have use for this one._
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+267,The Russian Enterprise,SxRx,Chain Stories,2007-06-15,2007-09-28,2022-01-08 03:55:25,4,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-russian-enterprise-ch-02,"1. Twin daughters taste dad in car 2. Mob don deals, but sexy waitress surprises him. 3. Mob don plays with three young women. 4. Mob don rides out hurricane of love and lust.","['Back Seat', 'Dad', 'Father', 'Gangster', 'Incest', 'M/Ff', 'Mature', 'Russian Woman', 'Twin Daughters', 'Twins']",4.40,"*
+ _A chain story in short chapters_
+by co-authors AsylumSeeker, SxRx and WhiteWave48
+*
+ **Ch. 02 - The Mob Connection**
+Anthony 'Tony' aka 'The Closer' Matassini was a man of his time, but with a solid respect for the past. He might wear a new style now and then, but only if it had a classic look anyway and his tailor found it 'good, good'. If he got the frown, and a 'tsk, tsk', he knew it wasn't going to fly.
+Today, he felt splendid in his newer wool blend suit that Thomas had done for him for the coming summer season. Lightweight and cool, it fit him well. His hefty 185 lb. on his 5'11"" frame was mostly muscle, and his form showed favorably beneath the suit as he glanced in the full length mirror. His bedroom was in the upper front of his modest Bayshore Drive home with a window that looked out upon the front lawns and out to Tampa Bay.
+Like his father before him, the successful don knew that flaunting his achievements only brought two things and both of them bad - jealous would-be rivals and ambitious district attorneys - so his house was set far enough back from the famous shore line to be easily missed among the finely trimmed oaks and shrubs. The decorative landscaping helped hide the solid wall that surrounded the prime residential land. The electronic gate was solar powered, but quite effective in operation and security; special ordered from a small company out of Tallahassee.
+Also, like his father before him, Tony knew the secret to success was giving people what they craved and desired most. He had long ago learned that it was human nature to always want something for nothing. Gambling, prostitution, drugs - even his new 'bride' business - were all attempts by men to gain what they had not earned; to get the big money without having to work for it, get high without any cares and get a beautiful woman without having to win her heart.
+He also knew there was a price for everything in the end, and that was where Tony was the master. Seeing every deal was 'closed', all dues paid, every promise kept. His grandfather had always told him, 'Greed, envy and lust' were the mainstays of their family business.
+Tony finished dressing and left the bedroom, crossing the large alcove and whipping down the back stairs to the kitchen where his wife Lorraine was helping put the finishing touches on his breakfast - soft scrambled eggs with grilled tomatoes and her special sauce, fresh cut sausage and bacon, fresh squeezed orange juice, fresh mango and kiwi slices, and real coffee.
+The coffee beans came from an importer who was in the 'family', and were always picked to perfection. Carefully stored in the freezer and fresh ground each morning, they were brewed in an expensive machine that Tony had special ordered from Rome.
+He gave Lorraine a smile and embraced her. They kissed passionately and he kneaded her ass cheeks discreetly. She giggled into the kiss which was his purpose to begin with. A laughing kiss was sensually satisfying.
+At the table were his two nephews 'Tank' and 'Chipper'. Tank was just that and well, Chipper was clearly a chip off the old block - his father and Tony's older brother, Leo. Both half rose in deference to him and greeted him respectfully as 'Uncle Tony'.
+Seated at the front were his youngest daughters, Connie and Bonnie, identical twins. They both rose, as if in planned unison, grinning at the father they adored and each taking a cheek to kiss and a shoulder to embrace.
+""Morning Daddy,"" they chimed together.
+""Good morning girls,"" he replied, and kissed each with an embrace that may have lingered longer than needed for someone who merely paid attention.
+Fussing over everything was his mother, Sophia, whose beauty was timeless. She was full figured, nearly statuesque and had aged well, thanks to her Sicilian genes.
+""Sit, sit, Anthony,"" she insisted.
+He perched on the end of the table to lean across and peck her on the forehead, and she accepted his supplication as though it were from the pope. She gazed at her beloved son and smiled.
+""Tony,"" was all she said, her eyes aglow, as he sat at the prominent head of the table.
+Everyone had waited for him before touching their food.
+""Eat! Eat!"" Chimed Mrs. Matassini.
+Everyone tucked into another repast at the Matassini home.
+*
+As his nephews cleared the way to the attached garage, they nodded at one of the two outside security men who were dressed as blue collar workers. This indicated an all clear and Tank cranked the car, a completely restored, vintage 1966 Mercedes Benz 550 SL limousine. The windows were bullet resistant; the doors reinforced with thin steel sheets to further resist bullet fire. The hood had two locks hidden as adornments to keep out unwanted hands, and underneath the car were plates of non-magnetic materials that resisted the secret securing of any tracking device or bomb.
+As Tank and Chipper sat up front, Tony pushed the button of the privacy screen. Soon his twin daughters appeared beside him, each at a rear door, and slid in next to 'Daddy'. Giggling, they both sidled close to their father, this ritual something they all looked forward to with eager anticipation.
+Through the intercom, Tony directed his nephews to head towards the girls' private Catholic School where they were soon to be graduating 18 year old seniors. As they eased out of the garage, the powerful door locks clicked on and the Mercedes began to glide down the drive.
+""It's my turn,"" said Bonnie pleadingly as she caressed her father's thigh.
+Connie soon began to protest and so Tony simply interceded.
+""Girls, girls! Why don't you both join in together today?""
+At this, they both smiled and soon they were parting their thighs and easing down and off with their panties. Connie and Bonnie were adopted, which seemed to allow Tony to fend off any worries of guilt he might have about their sex play.
+""Ah, today its yellow I see,"" said Tony to the twins who had both worn yellow panties.
+As he said this he took each of his hands and stroked the near thigh of each daughter. He gradually eased his caressing hands upward. Bonnie on the right and Connie on the left each spread their legs wider and scooted forward, hiking up their catholic uniform skirts, eager to begin.
+Their legs were long, tanned and smooth from a fresh shave last night - another ritual that included helping each other with long baths and shaving each other's pussy. Tony groaned as he felt the firm, smooth thighs of each twin, wondering how long he could keep up dividing his attention so. He thought of his own participation in their nightly baths from time to time as opportunity allowed.
+Usually, each day on the way to school, one would take the lead while the other enhanced the pleasures of the morning. Today, he was faced with the delightful dilemma of handling both at once. He moved each hand in ever- widening, small circles with the palms of his large handsome hands, inching ever slowly towards those pussies that he knew were wet by now.
+The twins began to writhe beneath his attentions; hotter than match heads, so he turned the stereo up more to drown out what he knew would be a chorus in stereo of vocal orgasms. He wouldn't want to excite or upset Tank and cause an accident. He smiled at this thought and dove into the matter at hand with gusto.
+Bonnie, ever horny, pressed her hand to his and urged him closer to her nubile pussy. Just thinking of the deliciousness of twin mounds increased the swelling of his cock. Soon his suit pants were tented with the upward surging of his turgid member. He turned to Bonnie who instantly kissed him with abandon. Without hesitation, they began French kissing, passionately.
+Soon, Tony felt Connie's greedy hands on his groin. She teased him by rubbing his cock from the outside as she thrilled at feeling the outline of his shape and then let out a little moan when she found his head. This was more than fine by him. She was quite talented really; they both were. With a firm, steady effort she unzipped his pants, reached inside and freed his cock that was clearly ready for action.
+""Oh, look Bonnie, it's already hard and there's that dewy pre-cum oozing.""
+Greedily, Connie dipped her tongue to the tip and lapped away at the liquid.
+""Mmmm,"" she moaned at the taste of this warm appetizer.
+Bonnie soon broke from kissing and did the same. Tony was blessed as the twins licked and sucked at the tip of his cock, licking him clean each time pre-cum oozed forward.
+They giggled at each other and both began to stroke and lick his cock in choreography of silent pleasuring only twins could do so well. While Connie licked and sucked on the head of his cock, Bonnie sucked on his large balls. In private, the girls tried to decide which they liked best, sucking on his cock or his balls, but they could never come to a clear decision.
+Now, they switched places and continued their supplications with earnest attentions. As they did so, Tony took first his forefinger, then two fingers and began easing them into their swollen, wet pussies. He felt each part of them as he passed it: first the mons, then the labia wings that were swollen with lust, and on to the hooded clit and finally the tight pussy itself.
+With further ministrations, he felt the hood sheath of each began to retract and reveal their clits. He diddled them with his fingertips, and then rubbed back along the clit shaft more firmly, finally taking each clit between his thumb and finger and making a twirling motion. It took all his concentration to do both pussies at once as well as keep his mind on the delicious meal the twins were making of his manly parts.
+""Ohhhh, Daddy. It feels so good... Don't ever stop,"" gasped the twins in stereo then returned to sucking, licking and stroking his cock and balls.
+Once he was fully hard and erect, Bonnie carefully laid Tony's cock against his belly and squatted upon the shaft. Now she slid along the length of his long cock, pressing her pussy and clit against it. Soon, her movements were quickened and she began to moan.
+Before long, she began a shuddering orgasm that inspired Connie humping Tony's fingers alone to experience the same almost vicariously, and sure enough a chorus of stereo shrieks declared a cum in unison. Still holding his cock, they collapsed on their Daddy, gasping out the final spasms of their climax.
+The two sat up again with dazed eyes. As they switched places, Connie worked and pressed her pussy harder on Tony's hard, thick shaft, while Bonnie used her mouth and hands on his balls. She also took time to lick and finger her sister's pussy which thrilled them all. Tony was nearly faint as he watched the twins from hooded eyes, his breathing shallow, and his heartbeat racing.
+""Your turn Daddy!"" they cried.
+And soon it was. As Tony began to come, Connie greedily slipped his huge cock into her mouth and caught his gism as it spurted powerfully. Tony grabbed her by the breasts and the girls squealed in delight as his legs stiffened out, his toes curled and he came with a series of deep grunts.
+""Girls, you outdid yourselves this time,"" Tony declared with a huge grin, which Bonnie and Connie returned in kind.
+They sighed and began the final part of the ritual of cleaning up; soon finished as they each took part with wipes and tissues. Pulling up their panties, they lovingly placed Tony's cock and balls back in his pants and zipped him up.
+""All done,"" they said.
+Both were now putting finishing touches on their makeup from cosmetic bags inside their matching purses. Tony grabbed them each with an arm and brought them close for hugging and kissing. Bonnie and Connie were as content as purring kittens.
+*
+Tony took the call from his contact on his cell phone after the girls were dropped off. It was a 'throw away' cell phone of high quality he used for such occasions.
+""Got another one for you, Mr. Tony"" said his contact.
+""Good, very good Boris,"" replied Tony as he leaned back and set his mind to working out all the logistics of closing this deal successfully, profitably, and safely.
+$150,000 was not the end of it. He had to take from the top his costs of bribing the U.S. and Russian immigration officials, the kick back to Boris, the expense of bringing the Russian girl to America, the cost of the work visas. While this dropped his profit considerably, he would always find ways to increase his revenue.
+Extortion was always such a nice, easy touch, he thought. Let them enjoy their beautiful bride, then demand another $25,000 to start. He would milk each of these deals as he had learned from his father before him. All business must be based on many key principles, but the most important was fear. Yes, it was nice when people loved him, well and good when they respected him, but best if they feared him.
+Of course, the best part of all was getting to sample the wares firsthand - always a hard-earned treat he looked forward to.
+As the limousine slowed to park at the Columbia Restaurant where Tony spent much of his time dealing with the many dramas of his family and business, he got out of the car as his nephews escorted him. Accidentally on purpose he dropped his phone on the pavement and made certain to step on it hard.
+""What a shame, boys. Take care of it would you?"" he remarked, as even now Tank reached for the phone and slung it into the sewer orifice in the gutter.
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+268,San Francisco Seductions Ch. 01,Cybotic,Chain Stories,2003-05-24,2003-05-24,2022-01-08 03:53:29,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/san-francisco-seductions-ch-01,Lauren & Kerry find temptation waiting in the city.,"['Confession', 'Girlfriends', 'Guilt', 'Lesbian Thoughts', 'Peeping', 'Roommates', 'Spying', 'Voyeurism']",3.82,"""Bless me, Father, for I have sinned."" Lauren began the familiar ritual. ""It has been fifteen days since my last confession.""
+Never before had she had so much to confess. Since moving to San Francisco, her carefully structured life had collapsed. She had committed many sins and was here to atone for them, but there was one sin she was not ready to tell. Absolution required contrition and she wasn't ready to renounce everything she had done. With her face red and her hands wringing in her lap, she began her confession.
+""I moved here with my best friend, Kerry Clarkson two weeks ago. Kerry was given a scholarship to the Academy of Art. She wants to study theater and computer animation and go to work in Hollywood. I was afraid to come, but I don't have very many friends back home. Kerry has been almost like a sister to me since we were nine years old. I couldn't let her do this by herself and I don't know what I would have done if she had left without me.
+""I'm sorry if I'm rambling, Father. I don't know how all this happened. Everything has changed. I'm not the same person anymore. Please help me.""
+Behind the screen, the shadows stirred. ""Child, I'm here all day. Talk as long as you need to. Tell me whatever you have to. With God's help, we can get you centered again.""
+Lauren relaxed. ""Thank you, Father. I should have come here sooner, but things were so crazy.
+""We moved here from Ogden, Utah. It's a much smaller town, but we were only a half hour away from Salt Lake City. We spent a lot of weekends there when we were in high school and I thought San Francisco would be about the same.
+""Kerry has this friend she'd met on the internet who offered to rent us a room. It wasn't until we got here that I found out that her friend was a guy. I just assumed that we'd be staying with another girl. It didn't seem right. I know that times have changed and that men and women can share a living space without it being sinful, but it just felt wrong at first. It wasn't easy to get used to.
+The priest cleared his throat. ""God judges what we do and what we think. Where we live is pretty much up to us.""
+""I know that, Father, and it's a big apartment, but it just makes me nervous, knowing that the guys are living there with us.
+""Guys?"" asked the priest. ""I thought you said it was just the one guy that your friend knew from the computer.""
+""That's Samuel, but he already had one roommate,"" Lauren said. ""They each have a bedroom, and Kerry and I share the third. In fact, until we can afford to replace the furniture, we have to share the bed.
+""I spent the first week scared to death that the guys would come and rape us while we slept or come into the bathroom to spy on me in the shower.
+The priest murmured something under his breath and asked, ""Did any of that happen?""
+""No,"" said Lauren. ""The guys were both nice. They're very respectful. Jerrod, Samuel's roommate, even gave me a job in a fancy Italian cafe he helps manage.""
+""Well,"" said the priest, ""So far, none of this sounds at all sinful. I'm very pleased that in these dark days, you can find people of such character. Unless there's more to the story.""
+""Yes, Father, there is. By the end of last week, I was starting to relax and feel good about being here. Kerry and I were having a great time. I really, really like my job. For the first time in my life, I'm making friends on my own without Kerry's help. Theresa, the girl who trained me at the cafe has offered to show me around town and teach me how to get along in this city.
+""The first incident was this past Wednesday. I came home from work and found Kerry and Samuel home. Kerry was wearing a tiny two piece swimsuit I didn't even know she owned. It was one of those thong styles where there is just a bit of string in the back, letting your whole bottom show. Kerry was on the couch, letting Samuel take pictures of her. When I walked in, she was lying with her face on the cushion and her behind was way up in the air. I know what pictures like that are for and they're not for sending home to her family.
+""When she saw me, she just smiled and sat upright on the couch. Samuel asked if she was ready and she turned bright red. She bit her lip like she was afraid to talk, and she wouldn't look at me, but she nodded to Samuel and took off her top.
+""Father, she doesn't even know him that well. How can she be doing this? She's doing porn right in front of me and I don't know how to stop her. I'm not even sure I want to try. I really like the freedom I have here and I know that Kerry likes it too. I don't want to ruin it for either of us. I don't want to leave now, but if she keeps this up, I have to, don't I?
+The priest stirred in his seat. ""That's the coward's way, child. I'm afraid your friend is losing her way. You have a responsibility to help guide her back. If you are a true friend, you must stick by her and show her the righteous path. At the very least, you need to show her a good example.""
+In a small, quiet voice, Lauren said, ""I haven't been a very righteous example, Father. I'm sorry.""
+""I don't know what happened with the pictures. After Kerry took her top off, I ran to the bedroom and hid there. I didn't want to know what else Kerry was going to do. I was also afraid she would want me to join in, and I've never been very good at saying no to Kerry. She came in about half an hour later, but we didn't talk about it. We've been pretending it didn't happen. But I can't ignore what happened that night.
+""Tell me,"" said the priest.
+""Kerry and I were sleeping when sounds from the living room woke us up. The front door closed and I heard Jerrod and some girl laughing. They sounded very affectionate, like something very private was going on. The girl was making sighing, moaning sounds and it sounded like they were kissing.
+""Then we heard the girl's voice. 'Jerrod, be fair... You have to kiss Gina, too' she told him.
+""Kerry grabbed my hand and we stared at each other in the moonlight. Something indecent was happening in the apartment and we were trapped. I should have covered my ears, but I kept listening. I prayed that they would leave us alone. I thought Kerry was feeling the same way, but I was wrong.
+""She started to sit up. I told her to lock the door, but she wanted to go watch. I didn't even resist. I just followed along. We crept down the hallway until we could see what was happening. Jerrod had his arm around a tall girl with dark, wavy hair. His hand was on her ass! She was kissing Jerrod's neck and ear, but he was kissing a blonde girl leaning against them both, standing on her toes to reach.
+""The dark haired girl pulled away and said 'My turn to kiss Gina.' She pulled the blonde against her and held her like they were married. She grabbed Gina's head with both hands and kissed her. That's when I recognized her. It was Theresa, the waitress from the cafe. She'd been so nice. I couldn't believe I was seeing her like this. I couldn't believe I was seeing this at all.
+""I wanted to leave. I wanted to go back to the room, but Kerry wouldn't let me. She wanted to watch, so we stayed.
+""Jerrod was tugging at Gina's clothes, trying to undress her. Theresa helped him. Together, they pulled off her dress, then Jerrod moved behind her to undo her bra while Theresa knelt in front of her and pulled off her panties.
+""Jerrod was squeezing Gina's breasts and Theresa... I can't even say it. Theresa was... She put her head between Gina's legs and started licking her...on her...Father, she was licking Gina's pussy. There! I can't believe I actually said it. I shouldn't have even seen it. We shouldn't have kept watching, but we did. I didn't even try to leave. I wanted to see what would happen next. Jerrod was using one hand to grab Theresa's head and press it even harder against Gina.
+""Soon, they were all naked. Gina and Theresa got on their knees and licked Jerrod's...um...penis. They both did. They kept kissing each other and then kissing his penis. They even put in their mouths. Then Theresa lay on the floor and opened her legs. Jerrod got on top of her and had sex with her. I could actually see his penis going inside until Gina put her head in the way. Gina started licking Jerrod's penis again and licking Theresa's pussy at the same time, while they were having sex. I didn't know what to think. I'd never heard of anything like that. I couldn't make myself look away.
+""Then Theresa pushed Jerrod off. I'm only repeating what she said, but Theresa told Jerrod that she wanted to watch him fuck Gina. Gina started nodding and saying, yes, yes.
+""Suddenly, I recognized her, too. Gina works at the restaurant too. She works in the back of the kitchen, chopping vegetables and making the soups. I don't see her very often, but I saw a lot of her that night.
+""Gina got on the couch, in the very same position I'd seen Kerry in earlier. Her butt was way up in the air. Jerrod got behind her and put his penis inside her. That was too much for me. He had just had sex with one girl and now he was having sex with another one right in front of her. I wanted to leave, but I couldn't. I had to see what else they would do.
+""It didn't last much longer. Theresa was rolling around on the floor, with her fingers in her pussy. Jerrod was pushing himself into Gina faster and faster. He was grunting like he was in pain and Gina was making a lot of noise too. I could hear their bodies slapping together. Jerrod grabbed Gina's hips and pulled her close to him, then stopped moving. I knew what was happening. He was having his orgasm. He was ejaculating inside her. I couldn't believe I was seeing this.
+""That was the last, final straw. I made myself go back to bed. I was wide awake and afraid and sorry I'd come to San Francisco. I decided I would go back home the next morning.
+""But Kerry came in and lay down with me. She said she was sorry for making me watch that. I accused her of enjoying it, and she didn't argue. She ran her fingers through my hair and said she'd always wanted to watch people having sex in front of her.
+   ""I wanted to be mad at her and to blame her. She let me do it, but we both knew that nobody had held me down or forced me to stay and watch.
+""Then she asked me if I had ever wanted to do things with another girl. I started to feel afraid again. She told me she had been thinking of me and thinking of doing things with me like the things we'd seen the girls in the living room do with each other. I didn't tell her that I knew the girls. I didn't say anything.
+""She started rubbing my back, moving her hand in circles down my back and along my side. When she reached my bottom, she leaned over and kissed me. She told me to stop her as soon as I felt uncomfortable.
+""I've never been very good at stopping Kerry. She has been dragging me into things for my whole life. I have always let her take the lead. I didn't stop her.
+""She ran her hand under my shirt and held my breasts. She was tickling my nipples and kissing my neck. She didn't do as much as Gina and Theresa, but she did a lot. I did a lot, too.
+""I did everything Kerry asked me to. I fondled her breasts. I even licked her nipples. Kerry took off her pajamas and I took off mine. We touched each other's pussies and she put her finger into mine.
+""Every night since then, Kerry wants to have sex with me and I don't know how to say no. I've been doing everything she wants. Father, I'm changing. I'm afraid of what I'm changing into.
+The priest sat silent for a few minutes. He was thinking over everything he'd heard. He had been hearing confessions for twenty years. He'd never heard anything like this. He tried to ignore his own reactions to the tale. When he spoke, his voice was kind but stern.
+""You are following your friend into her corruption. Perhaps you were right when you wanted to leave. You cannot remain in her company if you cannot resist her temptations. We cannot give up on your friend, but you have committed terrible, unnatural sins and you must make peace with yourself and God. For the next two weeks, I want you to take time every morning and every evening to pray. Get clear of your friend and find your own soul again before you try to save hers.""
+Lauren left the confessional and slowly exited the cathedral. There was still one sin she had not confessed. She considered going back in and finishing, but it would not be appropriate. One must be truly penitent to receive the benefits of Confession. She had been hearing the lessons all her life. You can recite all your sins to the priest and perform the penance he gives you, but if you are not remorseful in your heart, you are not absolved of your sins. She had punished herself for everything she had done. She had prayed and she had cried. She had made herself feel wretched over everything that had happened, but she had also enjoyed it. Every moment of every sin had filled her with a pleasure and ecstasy she had never before experienced. She hadn't told that to the priest. She wasn't about to tell him, either. She was starting to question a few of her long-held beliefs. Her faith in God was as strong as ever. It was her faith in the rituals of the church that was starting to show cracks. Such joy as she had found could not possibly be sinful. It could only come from God himself.
+Lauren was not about to abandon Kerry. She was learning so many new things about herself. The sin would be to ignore the tremendous opportunities that were now available.
+Lauren turned and faced the cathedral. She made the Sign of the Cross and said good-bye. She wasn't sure when she'd be back."
+269,San Francisco Seductions Ch. 02,CattySwinger,Chain Stories,2003-05-27,2003-05-27,2022-01-08 03:53:30,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/san-francisco-seductions-ch-02,Lauren loses her virginity with a bit of a surprise.,"['Body', 'Deep Inside', 'Deeper Inside', 'Feel Guilty', 'Hand Held', 'Held Breath', 'Kerry', 'Longer Virgin', 'San Francisco', 'Spread Wide']",4.03,"Dear diary:
+I'm having the time of my life, here in San Francisco. I used to be so afraid of what was happening to me. Now I see how great life can be if you just enjoy it. I still feel a pang of guilt every time a pass by the church. Kerry tells me that it will go away eventually. I figure she's right. She's shown me so much since we came here.
+Tonight I lost my virginity. I can't even believe I'm writing this down. Mother would kill me or disown me, or worse if she ever found out about this. She'd be even more upset if she found out how much I enjoyed it. Kerry tells me that what my parents don't know can't hurt them. I guess she's right. At least I'll be able to go home for the holidays.
+Sometimes I want to go to confession and reject this life of sin and revelry. Then I remember what life used to be like. I remember walking the hallways of school, knowing how much fun everyone else was having. I was made to feel guilty about wanting more. I was made to feel guilty about my needs as a woman and a human being. I know God is up there somewhere, but I just don't see things the way my parents, or the church does anymore. God gave me a body, ripe with pleasure and beauty. I cannot see the man who is perfect, wanting me to be eternally chaste. So, without guilt, without sorrow, without fear of damnation I proudly announce that Lauren Eve Bennett is no longer a virgin.
+Just after I'd gotten off of work, I walked into the apartment, mostly exhausted. It had been a long day, and I honestly just wanted to get some sleep. I placed my bags down on the floor in the living room, and made our way to our bedroom. I didn't think to knock, because of my tiredness, and I walk in on Kerry playing with a purple vibrator, I didn't even know she owned. I didn't expect her to be so comfortable with me walking in. Her creamy, bronze thighs were spread very wide, and her toy was buried deep inside. Her long, lithe body writhed in ecstasy. Her sandy blonde hair was damp with perspiration, her blue eyes sparkled with lust. In one hand she held the toy deep inside herself, the other hand held a small, pert breast at the nipple. Usually I would have closed the door and let her clean up without a spectator, but things have been changing in me, so I just ... watched.
+Her wild tresses were splayed in all directions as she rocked against the bed. She bucked and screamed against it like it was her lover. I'd never seen her this aroused before, not even when I played with her. As I've become used to over the last few weeks, I felt my vulva tingle as a warmth and wetness began to dampen my panties. I held my breath, intoxicated by the scent of her sex permeating through the room. I felt wrong, just standing there like a voyeur, but I remained, transfixed on her movements, awaiting the signs of her orgasm. When she came, it was like a hurricane, exploding through the room with the fury of God's greatest storm. And then she receded, like so many waves, relaxing on the bed. She grinned at me, her soft lips full and wanting. She did not wait for my consent. She rarely did. Her catlike body was upon me with a feral lust unknown to anyone but the two of us.
+Her body crashed against mine, her naked form, her full breasts colliding with my own. I became dizzy with my own hedonistic thoughts. I trembled underneath her attack, like a lamb before a lion. I let her tear my clothing off like so many rags. Her lips were on my breasts, her warm mouth caused my nipples to burst with sensation. That tingling went from my nipples to the warm mound her hand was already finding.
+Her sensuous fingers grazed my box and stroked the tenderness of my clit until it perked up, underneath its hood. Her hands, they found my pleasure like an animal seeks out its prey. Her flesh drank of mine and I loved it. If Satan asked for my soul tonight I would have gladly given it, if it only meant to keep the feeling just a few minutes longer.
+In moments, my clothing lay tattered on the floor and her mouth encompassed my sex. I could not seek escape, should I have wanted it. My body was pinned against the wall, legs spread wide while she humbled herself upon her knees to taste me. I grabbed her head and held her close, forcing her sweet mouth deeper inside me. Her tongue explored caverns I didn't know I had. She licked every drop of nectar from my body, and begged for more. I gave her all of it and felt my body rupture with the heat of my release. Her tongue still buried inside me, like her toy had been in her. My walls crashed all around that soft, sweet tongue, as she licked me into Eden.
+My eyes shot open and suddenly, there he was. Samuel was standing in the doorway. He must have been there for a while. The thick, long penis he held in his hand was proof that he'd enjoyed the show. His naked body stood like a statue, his hand gripping his testicles as his manhood grew larger and larger. Kerry licked the juice from her lips and stood up. She flashed me a sexy smile and walked over to Sam, her voice hushed to a whisper as she walked over to him. Her lips lightly brushed his ear. I noticed his erection twitch as she sat on the edge of the bed. She beckoned me over to her.
+I did as I was told. I often did as I was told, especially when it came to Kerry's requests. I sat beside her, eyeing Samuel warily as she whispered in my ear.
+""I'm sorry, but this is for your own good.""
+She grabbed my wrists and pinned me down upon the bed. I didn't understand, and held there, limply, watching the both of them with fearful eyes.
+""Kerry, what's going on? You don't need to hold me down, come on, let's talk about this... whatever it is.""
+She smiled softly, almost remorsefully and shook her head.
+""You need to get laid, Lauren. You don't just need my mouth on your pussy, that's not enough. You need cock.""
+My eyes widened in horror. I mean... I fooled around with Kerry, but the idea of letting a man... penetrate me? I was simply not ready. It was my virginity. How could I give up my virginity to someone I wasn't to marry? I'd been taught the importance of such things, and it was one of the few beliefs I still had. I begged for her to let me go. I tried to fight her off, but despite that we are even in weight, she is far stronger than I. I cried softly as Samuel edged toward me. He looked hesitant, as I clearly seemed unwilling. But Kerry coaxed him relatively easily to continue what he was doing.
+I whimpered as I felt the pressure of the tip of his penis against my opening. My vaginal lips quivered, and I cursed softly at my body for betraying me. I was aroused. For a few moments longer I tried to fight against Kerry, but the overwhelming sensation of pain as his cock slid inside me took over and I fell back on the bed, crying. The pain was intense.
+My insides tried to compensate for his massive intrusion. I felt like I was going to rip apart. My precious chastity was gone and it was being taken from me. She'd gone too far.
+And then, something strange happened. As his entire shaft filled me, I felt relieved. My muscles relaxed and took it. Not only did they receive it, but they reveled in it. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt to have this massive penis invading me. The pain was merely a memory.
+Kerry let go of my hands and I did not push away. I moaned softly, my tears drying as I felt another budding orgasm. I had barely been touched yet, he had only thrust a few times, and yet I was already feeling my climax. I screamed and grabbed hold of him, now begging for him not to stop.
+""You're so tight, Lauren... God I love virgins. Your pussy is amazing."" Samuel whispered as he drove himself deeper into me.
+I writhed and screamed and held my breath, wanting anything to keep this lust alive. Suddenly, Kerry moved from her seat beside me, and lifted her beautiful vagina to my face. I gladly tasted her sweet juice as I was rammed for the first time. My sweet, smooth body was covered in sweat and juices. Without warning, I erupted, my legs wrapped around his back and pulled him deeper inside me as I screamed my release.
+When it became too much for Sam to bear, he pulled out of me and a stream of warm ejaculate spewed from him, onto my skin. I felt his semen with my hands and wondered at the marvels I'd just experienced. Kerry climbed off my face and kissed me lightly, and cleaned the white cream off my body with her tongue.
+I lie there, motionless.
+Kerry and Sam left me alone 'with my thoughts,' and I came here to write them down. I'm no longer a virgin, and it's so liberating.
+Have I turned away from God, or have I finally found the light?"
+270,San Francisco Seductions Ch. 03,freaknut,Chain Stories,2003-07-01,2003-07-01,2022-01-08 03:53:30,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/san-francisco-seductions-ch-03,Lauren has some more fun with Sam.,"['Fucked Sam', 'Hands Sam', 'Happened Morning', 'Lauren Bennett', 'Lauren Moaned', 'Lauren Opened', 'Lauren Wondered', 'Lips Lauren', 'Sandy Blonde', 'Spray Water']",4.03,"Lauren woke up the next morning, sore but elated. She had lost her virginity, and instead of feeling overwhelming guilty, she felt somehow liberated. The guilt was still there, but that was something that she would sort out later.
+She rolled over in the queen sized bed she shared with her best friend, now lover, Kerry. She laid there, watching Kerry breathe deep and evenly, one fist curled under her chin, a slight smile on her full lips. Lauren felt a pull in her groin, her sex immediately becoming wet. She wasn't sure if it was the memory of her experience with Sam that caused this, or if just seeing her lover looking so serene, but Lauren knew she'd have to do something about it.
+Climbing out of bed, Lauren stretched, her arms pulling her breasts up as she reached upwards. Her long black hair hung down her back, stopping at the bend of her knees. With an impatient gesture, she flipped the tangled strands over her shoulder, wishing she had the courage to just cut the whole mess off. It was heavy, thicker than most people's hair, the fog and moisture in the air in San Francisco making it slightly wavy. Her body, although curvy and voluptuous, was constantly hidden under her dowdy clothes. Her prim, white cotton nightgown covered her from neck to ankles, a gift from her parents before she left. She had donned the nightgown last night as a habit, her vain attempt at trying to reestablish some form of modesty.
+Lauren gathered a change of clothes, a blue button up blouse and a black ankle length skirt from her closet before pulling her nubby terry cloth robe on to head to the bathroom. Opening the door, she was shocked to see Sam standing at the toilet, his morning liberation of urine taking place. Even though she had seen his thick cock standing at attention last night, she had never really seen one in its most natural state.
+""Oh, God! I'm sorry, I didn't knock. I, I , uh, well I mean, um, I guess I'll just wait until you're finished,"" Lauren strangled out.
+She had been intimate -- very intimate -- with Sam, yet she couldn't face this type of intimacy. Was she just supposed to become liberal and come and go as she pleased?
+""It's no big deal, Lauren. I'm just taking a leak. We've seen each other naked, can't be embarrassed now,"" Sam told her as he shook the last drops out.
+He studied the woman before him. She had been wild last night, but he could see uncertainty creeping back in. Her pale blue eyes were downcast, her long, lustrous black hair hiding her delicate features from his gaze. And her body -- God, what a body -- was hidden under that hideous Laura Ingall's gown.
+""Are you going to shower?"" Sam asked, already sliding his boxers down his legs.
+Lauren prayed he would go away, and peeking from under her lashes, she was startled to see he was getting undressed! ""I, uh, yeah,"" she replied meekly.
+""No sense wasting water. Shower with me. Like I said, we've seen each other naked. It's no big deal,"" Sam cajoled, tempting her to shed her clothes and share the hot spray of water with him.
+""Well, since it's you, ok,"" Lauren said as she slowly unbuttoned her night gown.
+ _Christ! Did she know what she was doing to him?_ Sam thought as her slender fingers deftly undid each button, sliding it out of the button hole, and quickly moved down the row. She was slowly seducing him, not even aware of the power she exerted. He swallowed hard, praying his flesh would not betray him and he could feel her soft body pressed against his again. He knew she would be skittish as a colt, he hoped he could dull that urge of flight, and feel her legs twined around his waist again.
+Pulling back the shower curtain, he adjusted the spray, leaving it warm enough to soothe, but not hot enough to scald. He stepped in, holding the curtain back so she could sidle past him and cower in the back of the shower.
+""Why do you look at me like that, Lauren?"" Sam asked as he picked up the soap.
+""What do you mean? I'm not looking at you,"" Lauren shot back, her face flaming at being caught peeking.
+""Yes you are. You think that mess of hair hides your eyes but it doesn't, sweetheart. I know you're looking, but a part of you isn't looking from curiosity. Do you think I'm going to ravage you in shower just because we shared the bed last night?""
+""No! It's not that. It's just that last night felt so good, but at the same time it was so wrong. I mean, I can't change it, but at the same time, I was brought up to save myself for my husband. Now, I can't do that!"" Lauren exclaimed as she covered her face with her hands.
+""Lauren, look at me... No, don't look from under your lashes at me, look at me,"" Sam commanded. ""You have nothing to be ashamed of. What happened last night was beautiful. You were amazing, better than anyone else I've ever had. You shouldn't look back with regret. Instead, look at it as growing up. You're finally an adult. There is nothing holding you back anymore. And, anytime you get to feeling scared, or unsure about it, remember the feelings you had last night.""
+Sam felt an inward wince when he told her she was the best he ever had, but hell, the poor kid was distraught. He had to make her feel better.
+""Really?"" Lauren asked. ""You mean that?""
+""Of course I do sweetheart. Come here, let me hold you. I promise I'll only hold you."" Sam said as he held out her arms.
+Indecision weighed heavily in Lauren's soul. She knew that a relationship wouldn't be possible with Sam, yet she felt safe. He was her friend-- now her lover -- so she knew that he wouldn't hurt her. She crossed the tiny space to him, his arms wrapping around her petite form. Her breasts pushed against his abdomen, his chin propped on top of her head. The water rushed over them, Lauren's heart beating furiously in her chest as she felt him shift and his hardness pressed against her stomach.
+""What are you doing?"" Lauren asked, her eyes flying wide open as she felt him press tightly to her.
+""Can't you feel what you do to me? My god woman! You have me so fucking turned on right now,"" Sam rasped as he bent his head and brushed his lips against Lauren's full ones.
+""Wait! I can't do this. I mean, what about birth control? I may be na‹ve, but I know that if we don't take precautions, I'll end up pregnant and I'm not going to risk that.""
+""Hang on. I have a condom in the medicine cabinet,"" Sam said, his actions quick as he leaned out of the shower to retrieve the prophylactic.
+Sliding the rubber barrier over his throbbing cock, Sam took Lauren in his arms again. He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers again, softly, testing her pliancy. She moaned deep in her throat, her breath catching as he traced the contours of her lips with the tip of his tongue. Lauren pressed her body closer, not even a whisper of air between the two forms, their bodies already as one. Sam took the initiative, sliding his tongue between her lips to drink of her mouth, her taste, her surprise, her sweetness urging him on.
+Water sluiced down Lauren's back, her thick, black hair covering her firm butt from his hands. Sam impatiently pushed the long, tangled locks aside, his strong hands cupping her flesh, kneading, pulling her even closer. Lauren moaned, his hands evoking sensations that swamped over her clouded brain, her body alive and tingling. She flung feelings of guilt and regret, instead concentrating on this man, this instant, this moment.
+Sam groaned as her hand timidly crept from his shoulders to his nipples, to slide down his stomach. His muscles flexed involuntarily as her small hand found his throbbing cock; his own thinly veiled control shattering as she began to slowly stroke him. He grasped her hips, sliding one hand up to tweak her pale pink nipple, as his mouth feasted on her neck. Lauren could only surrender, putty in his hands, as Sam maneuvered her against the wall. She felt the cool tiles press against her back, shivering as Sam grasped her butt, hauling her up and over his cock. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms holding tight to his shoulders.
+Sam knew he should take his time, but his needs outweighed everything, except being inside this wildly hot and sexy woman in his arms. He ran his fingers through her black curls. Finding her soaked, he replaced his fingers with his cock, sliding in to the hilt on his first thrust.
+Lauren felt her tender flesh resist and then part, caressing his cock as he slid into her. She closed her eyes, the sensations too much, her body on fire as he stroked in and out of her tight, wet pussy. Sam couldn't believe how tight she was, it was like his cock was in a vise clamp. He managed to hold out while Lauren found her own nirvana, his release coming shortly after.
+Lauren lowered herself to her shaking legs, her thoughts swirling in her head. She had just made love in the shower. Wait, it wasn't making love, they had fucked like wild animals. Lauren's cheeks were hot, her eyes downcast as she peered up at Sam. He had a goofy look on his face, happy and relaxed. Lauren wondered why she couldn't just let go like he had.
+""I'm sorry, Lauren, to just take you like that. I don't know what came over me. I had just wanted to hold you, honestly,"" Sam said as he began soaping his body.
+""It's ok, Sam. I enjoyed it, too. It's just a lot for me to deal with is all. It's not about you, I swear,"" Lauren said as she began lathering her hair. She had to use two handfuls of shampoo to get all of hair clean. ""I'm so sick of all this damned hair!""
+""Why don't you cut it? I mean, it's sexy and long, but it kinda gets in the way, if you know what I mean?"" Sam said as he rinsed off.
+""I haven't cut it since I was very young. But I see what you're saying. I think I might just do that. A new hairdo to go with a new me,"" Lauren said. And she just might do it. It was just a bother, a heavy weight constantly pulling on her.
+As Sam stepped out of the shower, he placed a kiss on Lauren's forehead. ""Thanks, sweetheart. Anytime you want do this again, you know where you can find me.""
+Lauren stood under the spray until the water grew cold. Her thoughts were all over the place. She wondered what Kerry would think if she knew that her prim and proper best friend and lover had just fucked their tall, gorgeous roommate in the shower. She wondered if she'd be doomed to spend forever in purgatory for her sins. She thought confession wouldn't even help a sinner like her, her penance too great to undertake. _No sense in worrying about things I can't change_ , she thought. _I'm going to live for me now. No more worrying about what others think. I like being able to make my own choices, not making choices that will please everyone else but me!_
+With that, Lauren stepped out of the shower and her perspective changed. She was going to enjoy living in San Francisco. She was going to do all the things that she had never done before but had always wanted to. And first things first, she was getting a hair cut. And maybe some new clothes. No more being mistaken for a school librarian; Lauren Bennett was a woman now and she was going to be looked at as one.
+Lauren burst into the room she shared with Kerry, her determination evident in her pale blue eyes.
+""Kerry! Kerry, wake up."" she shouted as she jumped on the bed.
+""Wha? What is it Lauren?"" Kerry mumbled, her mind too sleep-numbed to begin processing coherent thoughts.
+""I'm getting a haircut. I'm going to get some new clothes. You have to get up and help me, Kerry. Kerry Clarkson, are you even listening to me? This might wake you up. I just fucked Sam in the shower. Get UP!"" Lauren said as she shook the tall blonde awake.
+""You what?! You fucked Sam? How was it? Oh, give me all the details. Wait! You're getting your haircut? What the hell happened this morning?""
+""Yes, it was terrific. Yes, I'm cutting my hair, and a whole lot happened this morning, so get your butt up, we're going to the mall.""
+""Give me five minutes, Lauren,"" Kerry said as she scrambled out of bed. Her sandy blonde hair was completely mussed, her blue eyes squinty as she struggled to focus. She stood at her dresser, pulling out a pair of blue shorts and a white t-shirt with the words, TEASE, written in blue across the chest. She whipped her long tee shirt off, revealing a toned, tan form, complete with pert breasts and button nipples. She dressed hurriedly, skipping a bra and underwear, pulling her sandy hair back behind her ears.
+""Let me brush my teeth and wash my face and we can go. I want all the details, Lauren Bennett,"" Kerry admonished as she headed off for the bathroom.
+Lauren opened her closet, dismayed at what she found inside. Nothing but schoolmarm clothes. Long skirts, blouses that covered the most amount of skin possible, and absolutely nothing suitable for an eighteen year old. Well, I guess that emergency cash Nana gave me is going to come in handy, Lauren thought. She pulled an old t-shirt out of her dresser, the dark blue long faded into a pastel blue. She looked around; nothing seemed to go with it. As Kerry came back into the room, Lauren was sitting on the bed, her face in her hands.
+""What's wrong?"" Kerry asked. Lauren was hardly one to cry at the drop of a hat.
+""I don't have anything to wear. Nothing. Everything all looks like it belongs to my grandma."" Lauren moaned as her tears began anew.
+""Don't worry about it. You can borrow a pair of my shorts. We'll find you something and then we'll get you some new stuff. And I'll even chip in for a few outfits.""
+""I can't let you do that. I'll borrow your shorts, but you're not buying me any new clothes.""
+""Yes, I am, and you're not going to argue. Here's a pair that should fit and you can borrow my brown leather slides. Come on, let's go before you lose your nerve.""
+Looking in the mirror later that afternoon, Lauren had to admit that the new haircut really did bring out her eyes. Jean-Paul, the stylist that Kerry had insisted that she HAD to go to, had cut 36 inches of hair off. He had softened her look, adding bangs and some wisps that framed her pale face beautifully. He had even been able to donate the hair he had cut off, so that wigs could be made for chemotherapy patients. Then she and Kerry had spent hours shopping for the right clothes. Their bed was cluttered with all of her new clothes, so stylish and sophisticated.
+""Lauren, move your ass! If you don't find something to wear, I'm going to leave without you,"" Kerry yelled from the bathroom. Adding a touch of perfume behind her ears, she stepped back to survey the results. Her sandy blonde hair was tucked behind her ears, styled to perfection. Her tanned skin glowed, her make up sparse, not that she actually needed any. She had donned a pair of khaki capris and a white halter top that showed off her tan and slim shoulders.
+Lauren opened their bedroom door slowly. She felt more naked than ever. She was wearing the new bra and panty set that Kerry had insisted on buying. The silky material caressed her skin, the underwire cups providing her large breasts with support. Her white shirt clung to her breasts, her black capris showing her pert backside at its best. She snuck into the bathroom, furtively scanning the living room as she passed for her other two roommates.
+""Oh my! Look at you. My little girl is all grown up,"" Kerry said as Lauren slipped through the open door.
+""Oh hush. I feel so...exposed. Are you sure this looks ok?"" Lauren asked for the umpteenth time.
+""Yes, it does. Sit, let me do your makeup.""
+Lauren surrender to Kerry's skillful hands, her eyes closed until Kerry handed her a mirror and told her see the results. Staring back was a stranger. The skittish girl who had come from Ogden, Utah, with no worldly experience was gone. In her place was a stylishly dressed woman, her black hair framing the creamy white skin of her face. Her full lips were painted a deep berry, her dark brows slanting over her pale blue eyes.
+""Where did the old Lauren go?"" Lauren wondered aloud.
+""Gone for a long time, I hope,"" Kerry answered. She couldn't believe the change in Lauren either, she looked absolutely beautiful. Finally, her outward appearance reflected her personality. She looked as vivacious and lovely as her inner self was. ""Let's get going before you chicken out. Ready for your first night club?""
+""As ready as I'll ever be.""
+The two women gathered their money and identification, stopping for a last make up check in the hall mirror. Sam and Jerrod walked in.
+""Damn! Don't you ladies look lovely,"" Sam said. Jerrod merely let out a wolf whistle, his eyes roaming over the two women.
+Lauren blushed, almost uncomfortable under their scrutiny. ""Are you sure we look ok?""
+""Yes, and Lauren, that new hair cut makes you look damn sexy,"" Sam added.
+""Thanks, Sam.""
+""My pleasure sweetheart. You two have fun.""
+""We will,"" Kerry called out as she ushered Lauren out of the apartment. ""See, I told you that you looked hot. Sam even thinks so.""
+Lauren didn't reply, her thoughts consuming her once again. She gave a mental shake of her head. ""Let's go have some fun.""
+""Now you're talking!"""
+271,San Francisco Seductions Ch. 04,thesoundandfury,Chain Stories,2003-07-13,2003-07-13,2022-01-08 03:53:31,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/san-francisco-seductions-ch-04,Lauren is initiated into San Francisco's nightlife.,"['Beautiful Asian', 'Close Lauren', 'Hugged Friend', 'Husband Hands', 'Kerry Felt', 'Love Lauren', 'Model Body', 'Neck Drawing', 'Single Person', 'Strappy Heels']",4.28,"_To understand what is going on, you should read the previous chapters of San Francisco Seductions, found in the Chain Stories section of this fine web site._
+Lauren Bennett let the hot water trail down her body and wash away the ache in her muscles. She'd pulled a double shift down at the café and her body was tired from standing, waiting, and serving.
+She rubbed fruity shampoo into her long black hair. The silky, straight hair still hung down past her shoulders, but she still felt like it was very short. Her head still felt lighter, even one month after getting it cut for the first time since she was a little girl.
+Still, she couldn't help but sigh as she broke with the past.
+After sponging her body with her pink poof, she reached for the razor. She shaved her long, shapely legs and wished her thighs were skinnier and longer. More like Kerry's. She wished she were taller than her 5'3"". She wished she had the tall model's body that her blonde friend had.
+When her legs were satiny smooth, she took a deep breath before turning her razor on her pussy. She was careful with it, shaving it bare but for the thin landing strip of dark hair she kept above her slit. Just as Kerry had shown her last week.
+At first, Lauren had been scandalized by her best friend and lover's shaven sex. Lauren hadn't seen much of Kerry in recent weeks (and the two had been spending less and less time in bed together). When the sandy blonde pulled off her little thong to reveal her cunt, completely devoid of a single curl of pubic hair, Lauren blanched. It was so bad. It was so slutty! Yet so beautiful at the same time.
+The blonde told Lauren how much better it made sex. Much more intense. After fooling around a little, the women had adjourned to the shower so that the brunette could experience the pleasures of a shaven twat. Kerry was kind enough to leave a little mohawk of dark hair ""as a reminder of the old days."" Neither girl got much sleep that night.
+Lauren toweled herself off, glancing at herself one more time in the mirror. ""I'm too pale,"" she thought to herself one more time, but in reality, she didn't believe it. She knew that guys loved the pale skin, dark hair look. Especially coupled with her light blue eyes. The light dusting of freckles across her little, upturned nose and high cheek bones also was a point of weird pride for Lauren.
+A few months ago, before arriving in San Francisco, she never would have scrutinized herself like this - at least not in a positive way. Now, she was able to smile and flip her dark hair happily as she exited the bathroom.
+She pulled on a sheer bra and panty set. It was black and delicate, the gauzy material doing nothing to hide her pink, silver dollar nipples or her dark wisp of pubic hair. Underwires lifted her soft, large breasts, enhancing the amount of cleavage that would peek from the tight silver tank top she planned on wearing. She slithered into a pair of tight black pants. The waist sat very low on her hips and she had to make sure that her thong remained tucked and hidden away. She checked herself in the mirror, bending over. The trousers were tight and stretchy enough not to slip too far down her firm buttocks, and they would keep her reverse cleavage hidden as she moved on the dance floor.
+Tall, strappy heels lengthened her body. Make-up and accessories accentuated her beauty. She was ready to go.
+One month ago, she would never have stepped out into public dressed like this. She hadn't owned a stitch of clothing that molded to her body like her slacks and tank top did now. Maybe it was losing her virginity. Maybe it was cutting her hair. She didn't know what brought about her change, but she didn't question it. She felt good. She felt confident.
+Tonight, Lauren was going to finally meet Kerry's mystery guy. Against all the odds, it appeared that the free spirited blonde had settled down with a boyfriend. When the two eighteen-year-olds had arrived in San Francisco, it didn't take them long to get introduced to the quick pace of city life. Casual sex, once a mortifying idea to Lauren, was now a healthy part of her lifestyle. Kerry had helped her come into this lifestyle. At first, their two roommates, Samuel and Jarrod, were enough to satisfy the blonde's hunger. But after a month of roommate sex, Kerry was ready to expand their circle. It was around this time that Kerry introduced her innocent friend - her eighteen- year-old virgin - to the wonders of sex with their roommate Sam.
+Since then, the curvy brunette had fooled around with Sam on a couple of occasions - and loved all of them - but she'd otherwise stayed celibate, concentrating primarily on making enough money to pay the bills. She'd even gone out on a few dates with men she'd met at the café, but they had lead to nothing more than a little making out at her doorstep. Despite her newfound sexual awakening, she still was nervous about sleeping with these guys.
+Anyway, a few weeks ago, Kerry had met a guy named Casey. Now she only sees him, although none of the roommates had met him yet. They even teased her, saying he didn't exist. Kerry was strangely shy to introduce Casey to the others. Lauren would be the first.
+Shelter was one of the newer clubs in the city. The San Francisco Chronicle touted it as a chic, urban center where the beautiful young creatures of the city met and danced. Stylish revelers swayed to the throbbing trance beats on the spacious dance floor lit by strobe lights, lasers, polished chrome, and the swing of dancing glow sticks.
+Lauren, who had only been to a few cheesy dance clubs with Kerry, was unprepared for this large and largely hip rave. She waded through the crowd, who parted before her with happy smiles and welcomes, and made her way to the backroom bar where Kerry said she would be waiting with Casey.
+Kerry was as stunning as ever. Her sandy blonde hair was twisted and pinned back just like it had been to their Senior Prom. Her outfit, however, was far from any prom dress: tight, dark jeans that were slung incredibly low on her slender hips; a tiny little gold halter top that hung loosely over her perfectly proportioned tits and complimented her bronzed skin; hoop earrings, glittery make-up, tall, strappy heels that pushed her athletic butt out and stretched her long body to 5'10"".
+Kerry was smiling broadly, her dimples emerged and her eyes glowed. She screeched when she saw her friend and ran to her, keeping masterful balance on those tall heels. The blonde hugged her friend enthusiastically, crushing the shorter girl's full breasts against her own body.
+""I'm sooo glad you could make it!"" Kerry yelled over the dance music. She hugged her friend again, then backed up enough to get an eye-full. Her hazel eyes scanned Lauren's body in a way that made the brunette's freckled cheeks flush. Their eyes locked. ""God, you're so beautiful,"" the tall girl said, then leaned down and planted a soul-searing kiss on her friend's lips.
+That drew some stares.
+When the two girls broke their deep kiss, Kerry introduced her roommate to Casey. ""My boyfriend."" It was weird hearing those words utter forth from the blonde's lips.
+Casey was older than Lauren had expected. She estimated that he was somewhere in his thirties. But he was also very attractive. His shaved head gleamed in the colored lights above, and he had a trimmed, blonde goatee and mustache under a noble nose and a strong jaw line. He wore a tight black t-shirt that stretched over his muscles. His arms were large and adorned with black tattoos that rippled sinuously.
+His head bobbed to the beat of the music, taking the occasional pull from a cigarette in his hand. He nodded to Lauren confidently and said, ""I've heard a lot about you. Kerry talks about you all the time."" He gestured to the slim girl, who was bouncing to the beat of the music.
+Lauren couldn't really say the same about Casey, so she nodded politely. ""Hey, I need to go and fix my lipstick,"" Kerry said, leaning into Lauren. She ran her hand along the brunette's shoulders as she did so. ""Want to come along?"" A look flashed through Kerry's eyes. Lauren nodded.
+""What do you think of him?"" Kerry asked when they were out of earshot of Casey.
+""He's a hunk,"" Lauren said truthfully, then blushed. ""I think I need a drink.""
+Kerry gave her that look again, but said nothing. Her smile only broadened. ""Have I told you that I love you, Lauren?""
+The shorter girl shot her friend a quick, shocked glance. Kerry kept smiling. ""No--shit… that sounds like I'm in love with you!"" She giggled. ""I'm not! I just… think you're really awesome, that's all. None of my other friends would come out to San Francisco with me! You know?"" They danced through the crowd, smiling and laughing at the other dancers. ""You've been so supportive of me! And… we've had a lot of fun."" She paused. ""A lot of fun,"" she repeated.
+They entered the bathroom. Like the rest of the club, it was decorated with sleek metal and orange neon. The sink basin was polished black slate. ""We've known each other for what? Nine years? Since my parents died? And you've been there for me the whole time! Lauren, I love you!"" They hugged once again. ""You're my best friend.""
+""Hey, I love you, too,"" Lauren said, a bit embarrassed.
+""See, I love the way you blush at that. I love your innocence. I love your cute nose."" She held the other girl closer, pinning her against the sink. ""I love your pale blue eyes, and your freckles."" Their faces were close now. Lauren could feel her friend's breath on her face. ""And I love the way your body is so tight and slender and your tits look almost too big for such a fucking hot body."" They lips brushed against each other and Lauren moaned. ""And your pussy tastes better than any other pussy that I've tried.""
+In the back part of Lauren's mind, she was shocked to hear that Kerry had been with girls other than herself, and mildly jealous. Right now, she wanted to taste this woman's saliva on her tongue.
+But then, Kerry backed off, smiling down at her friend. Both girls were flushed. Kerry picked up the beat that filtered in through the walls and went to the next sink. She reached into her bag and pulled out her lipstick.
+""I need a drink,"" Lauren muttered again, recovering. ""You're such a tease.""
+""I've got something better,"" the blonde with the prom-night hairdo said, reaching into her purse.
+""Better than what?""
+""A drink,"" she said. ""Hold out your hand.""
+Unsure what to do, Lauren did as she was told. Kerry reached into her purse, extracted something, and placed it in her friend's hand. It was a small, white pill that looked like an Aspirin.
+""What is it?"" Lauren asked, but she already knew. Her ears were burning.
+Kerry looked around the bathroom, making sure no one was in any of the stalls. Then, she leaned over and whispered, ""It's Ecstasy. Try it. It's better than anything I've ever felt before.""
+""Are you…""
+The blonde nodded. ""Oh yeah, I'm rolling. Come on, it's not going to kill you.""
+""But…""
+""Sweetheart, I promise. You'll thank me for it later. Remember Sam?""
+If it were possible, Lauren's blush deepened. ""But I'm scared.""
+""Don't be, honey. I'm here. I'll take good care of you. And in a half hour, you'll have no worries.""
+""Are you sure that it's okay? I mean, I've… I've heard things.""
+""Lauren, baby, love… I've done it five times before tonight. Anything wrong with me?"" Five times! This was all so confusing. All so disorienting. She looked at her friend, who was smiling broadly at her. Kerry's charisma infected her - just as it always did. She shrugged. What the hell. She popped the pill in her mouth and downed it with water.
+The two girls returned to the dance floor.
+***
+For the first half hour, Lauren felt nothing. She tried to immerse herself in the music, but she couldn't shake the nervousness from the back of her mind. She had done a drug! She had taken E!
+She was walking over to the bar for a break when it hit her. Suddenly the world felt like it was bouncing. Like she was walking across a trampoline. ""Rolling"" was the perfect term for the way she felt. She grabbed hold of the bar to steady herself, then realized that the bar, too, seemed to move and dance in her hand. Her moment of vertigo passed quickly, though, and instantly she was aware of the music that pulsed all around her. Her body caught that pulse and she felt the irresistible urge to move along with it. She turned her head, looking out across the dance floor, and was entranced by the lights that flickered down on the crowd. Her brain seemed to melt back into her head, and it felt wonderful. Everything felt wonderful. The lights made her happy. The dancers out there made her happy.
+She felt a hand on her shoulder and she shivered. She could feel all the little hairs stand up where those fingers brushed. Turning her head, she was greeted by the tall, handsome face of Casey, her best friend in the whole world's awesome boyfriend!
+""You feel it?"" he asked, smiling. She was suddenly aware that he, too, was dancing to the beat. But more subdued than the way she felt. He was so cool. She was so cool, too! She began to pick up her feet, swing her hips. But the two never broke that eye contact. His eyes were too beautiful not to look at, Lauren thought.
+""Yes! This is awesome!""
+He reached into his pocket and handed her something. ""What's this?"" she said, turning it over in her hands.
+""It's gum. You're going to start to grind your teeth. It'll protect them.""
+""Awww… you are so thoughtful! I'm so happy for you and Kerry."" She felt such a deep connection with this guy that she had only spent a few hours with. She felt the urge to give him a hug and did it. He happily returned her hug.
+""You two are so cute together,"" Kerry's voice drifted in. They broke their embrace, unashamed, and looked at her. ""Can't you just feel that music? Don't you feel so in tune with it?""
+""Yes,"" Lauren nodded. Nodding her head felt great. ""I feel so good, Kerry! You were so right. I do love this feeling. And I love you."" The girls hugged once again. ""It's strange… not like what I thought I'd feel. I thought it was going to make me into a sex-hungry animal."" They all laughed. ""But this feels so different. It's not so much sexual as just… good."" She shrugged. ""I feel so close to you guys!""
+""Come on, honey, let's dance,"" Kerry said, taking hold of her hand and pulling her out onto the dance floor.
+For the next couple hours, Lauren was rolling high and feeling no pain. She found herself constantly moving to the techno beat. Casey was right, she did feel the urge to grind her teeth together. She chewed that piece of gum until there was no flavor left, and then kept at it. She also felt constantly dried out. The three of them would take turns going to the bathroom to refill their water bottle.
+At last, the three danced into the backroom bar, where they first met. Lauren still felt the urge to dance and move her body, but now her legs felt like they were planted to the floor. ""It's like, my feet are gigantic cinder blocks!"" she was explaining. She still felt good, but she could feel the warmth in her body begin to subside.
+Casey, who was talking to someone else, excused himself and they walked off. Kerry leaned in close to Lauren and whispered, ""Would you like another pill?""
+""Umm… I don't know. I still feel pretty good.""
+""Oh, but it'll be so good. One more, honey. We can do it together."" Lauren knew she couldn't say no, and didn't want to.
+Just then, a handsome gentleman approached the two girls. He was probably in his late twenties with dark, curly hair and side burns. He smiled at the two of them, who smiled right back. He leaned in and said to Kerry, ""I was just wondering… do either of you have any E?""
+Interesting coincidence. Thank God Kerry had the presence of mind to say, ""Are you a police officer?""
+He looked a little nervous and shook his head. ""No, I…"" he scratched his head, trying to think of the best way to say whatever he wanted to say. He really was nervous, Lauren realized. He looked over his shoulder at a girl who was sitting against the bar, wringing her hands anxiously. She was beautiful, long, straight brown hair. ""I'm here with my wife and… we've never done that. We wanted to try.""
+""Is she a police officer?"" Kerry asked.
+He shook his head. ""No,"" he said solemnly.
+Kerry tapped a slender finger over her ruby red lips. ""Hmm… let me see what I can do."" And with that, she disappeared, leaving Lauren with this stranger.
+""Hi, I'm Gordon. It's… it's nice to meet you.""
+""Lauren,"" the dark haired girl said, offering her hand. She found herself nodding her head to the music and feeling incredibly relaxed and good, even in the awkward silence. ""Your wife is very beautiful,"" she said after a pause. Before the man could thank her, she said, ""You're not so bad yourself.""
+""Why thank you,"" he said, breaking eye contact with her.
+""Your wife shy?""
+He nodded. ""She's really nervous about doing this.""
+""Why don't you ask her to come over here? I'll try to help her feel at ease.""
+""Susan,"" he gestured to his beautiful wife. ""Why don't you come over here.""
+Susan was terrified at what she was about to do. Not that she was a goody-two- shoes. She drank occasionally, she even smoked a little pot back in college. But Ecstasy seemed so wrong. So out of reach. These feelings couldn't kill her desire to try it, however.
+Lauren watched as the older woman approached her. She had to admit, Susan was beautiful. She was willowy. Maybe as tall as Kerry, but with a much slighter body. Her breasts were smaller than her friend's, but this fit her runway model like body. And there was a maturity that the shy woman seemed to exude.
+The tall brunette wore a sparkly skirt that hung just above her knees, and a pair of black, calf-high boots. For a top, she was wearing a tight white blouse. Not really club-wear, but then again, Susan didn't appear to be a club girl.
+She did her best to put the couple at ease. She explained that this was her own first time trying anything like this and that it was fantastic. Casey came back and took the guy aside. They talked, shook hands, and something was exchanged. ""Let's go onto the dance floor. Easier to be more discreet out there, when you take it.""
+The five of them took a pill and made their way back out onto the dance floor. That rolling sensation returned for Lauren, although this time, the feeling wasn't quite so intense. The five of them danced on waves of serotonin late into the night
+Susan was going through the euphoric awakening that Lauren had undergone earlier in the night. She was so happy to be here. She loved her husband so much and wanted to thank him for setting this all up. She danced close to him, loving the way the musky smell of his sweat mixed with his cologne. ""I love you so much, honey. We were so lucky to find each other. There is not a single other person I'd rather be wedded to in the whole world. Not a single person."" They kissed on the dance floor, not caring at all what those around them thought. His tongue felt so good. This felt so right.
+She was so happy to have met these three, wonderful strangers. Especially Lauren. She felt so close to the younger girl. ""You remind me of me. We are so much alike!"" Susan tried to explain as the two women stood off to the side, taking a water break while the others danced.
+""I know! Isn't it amazing! It's like we were meant to meet!"" Lauren said excitedly, genuine exhilaration reflected in her eyes.
+""I feel so close to you, I could kiss you!"" the taller woman said before she realized what she was saying.
+The black haired girl put her arm around Susan's waist and said, ""Would you like to?"" She was smiling and her large eyes were wide and patient.
+""I couldn't do that!"" Susan said. In any other situation, this would have made her extremely uncomfortable. But she really did feel a close connection to Lauren. Like they had been sisters their entire lives, separated as babies. Now, reunited, they felt that connection once again.  
+""I won't tell if you won't,"" Lauren said, her smile never wavering. ""Quick, before the others come over.""
+""Okay, but just a little kiss."" She didn't know what was going on or why she was doing it, but she just had to feel this younger woman's lips on hers. She dipped her head down and brought her face within inches of Lauren's. They both laughed, then brushed lips against one another.
+Lauren's lips were both incredibly soft and incredibly hot. She hadn't expected the girl's lips to feel so good, against hers, and it didn't take much prompting from the other girl to deepen the kiss. Susan felt Lauren's hand on the back of her neck, drawing her closer. They bumped noses and laughed, breaking the kiss.
+""Did you enjoy that?"" Lauren asked. ""Because I did.""
+Susan nodded her head. She was short of breath. It felt like someone had laid a brick on her chest and she had to work to draw air.
+Their eyes locked, pale blue falling into dark brown. An unspoken agreement was made. Their lips came together once again, this time both knew what they wanted. Tongues unfurled, dipping and tasting one another's wet mouths. Susan's heart felt like it was going to burst, each quick pulse firing little shock waves down to her sex. She grew wet. She knew she shouldn't be doing this. She knew that things were progressing into serious water.
+Lauren pushed her wade of gum into the willowy woman's mouth playfully, and at last they broke their kiss, laughing. ""Wow…"" was all Susan could say.
+""Don't mention it,"" Lauren replied, winking. ""Come on, let's dance!""
+***
+The five of them stayed until the club closed at 4. ""What now?"" Lauren asked, still riding high.
+""Well, I know of a little post party we could all go to. Kerry knows about these.""
+The blonde's hazel eyes flashed at the mention of the post party. ""Sounds like fun,"" Lauren said, not quite sure how to read her friend's eyes except that it was bound to be a good time.
+""You two game?"" Casey asked the married couple.
+""Sure,"" Gordon answered, then looked at his wife for approval. She nodded, her head bobbing and smiling to the last songs of the night club.
+""Then let's go!""
+They cabbed out of the city and into Berkley, where the post-party was being held. The five of them were still lit when they got there.
+""Where are we going to sleep?"" Susan asked her husband as they knocked on the door to a ritzy looking house.
+""Relax,"" Kerry said. ""There are plenty of beds to crash in."" She rubbed her hand slowly along Susan's arm, who started to look a little uncomfortable. Lauren nudged her friend, giving her a stern shake of her head.
+They entered the house, greeted by a sprinkling of people that were lounging around in the kitchen. Subdued drum and bass played in the background, and the lights were dimmed low.
+The room smelled of pot and cigarettes, a smell that Kerry was getting quickly used to. It occurred to her that maybe her friend might not be ready for this scene. She looked over at the beautiful, trim girl and held out her hand. Lauren took it, and Kerry squeezed it reassuringly as they entered the living room.
+Dylan, a large, muscled black man wearing a tight, black club shirt, looked over his shoulder and waved at the new crowd. ""Casey, Kerry. Glad you could join us!"" He then turned back around, leaned over the glass coffee table, and snorted a line of coke, right in front of their eyes.
+Kerry felt Lauren squeeze her hand. The black haired girl's eyes were as wide as saucers as she took in the whole scene. Usually, this kind of thing was regulated to the bedrooms. It was pretty late, though, and sometimes, when the partiers had fucked enough to emerge from the backrooms, they partied out here.
+The coffee table was covered in the white, powdery stuff and a beautiful Asian girl was cutting lines of it as they entered.
+""Hiya, Casey,"" she said in a light, British accent. ""Want me to make you one?"" The girl's shiny black hair was clipped back with a jade hairpin and she was wearing her tight leather pants and halter outfit.
+""No thanks, Lin. I'm good for now.""
+""Your friends then?"" she asked, reaching for the tightly rolled hundred from the black man.
+Kerry said, ""I'd like to try."" She felt Lauren's stare, but didn't take her eyes off Lin's.
+""No, baby. Not tonight,"" Casey said. ""I think you should be thinking straight the first time you try that stuff.""
+""She can think for herself,"" the beautiful Asian said, snorting up the line she'd just made for herself. She tipped her head back, eyes closed, and swallowed hard. When her eyes opened, they were swimming. ""Kerry's a big girl. Come on, sweetheart, take a seat next to me.""
+The blonde knelt down beside Lin and looked at the pile of blow before her. Lin began to cut her a line when Casey said, ""No, Lin. I said not tonight!"" He was firm without raising his voice, but everyone in the room knew that he had put his foot down.
+The Asian put her hand around Kerry's shoulder and swayed with her a little. ""Too bad, not tonight."" The women looked at each other. ""My room's open if you want to… be happy in other ways.""
+""Like what do you mean?"" the sandy blonde asked innocently.
+""Oh, you tease,"" Lin said, bringing her lips to Kerry's. She wrapped her hand around the back of Kerry's neck, drawing her closer. Their lips parted, heads tilting as they sucked and played with each others tongues.
+Susan felt like she was about to hyperventilate. Her breathing became ragged. She felt overheated. She began to see pin pricks at the edges of her vision. They were blotting out the light. Her field of vision narrowed. She felt weak in the knees. These people were doing drugs so casually. These two girls were doing something that, while she had just done it, still turned her stomach. This was too much. Too much.
+""Bring her this way,"" she heard someone say. The voice was distant. Hollow.
+Lauren was feeling a little queasy as well, the feelings of the Ecstasy dimming. What was happening to her friend? What world had she gotten herself into? She followed Casey and the couple, giving one last, wistful look back at her best friend, who was now laying on her back, the Asian woman straddling her, their faces still together in a passionate lip-lock.
+Casey led the three of them up to what looked like the master bedroom. ""Put her down on the bed,"" he said, opening a window to let in fresh air. ""She'll be fine. She just needs to relax a little. Gordon, rub her shoulders. It feels great when you're rolling and it'll take her mind off other things."" Gordon did what Kerry's boyfriend told him to. Casey crouched down between Susan's legs, took her hands in his, and gently massaged her finger tips.
+""Hey,"" he said gently. ""Susan. Hey, look at me."" Susan lifted her lolling head up enough to look into Casey's eyes. ""Do you feel your husband's hands on your back? Doesn't that feel wonderful? I want you to concentrate on that feeling. Close your eyes and just feel.""
+Her eyes flashed fear one last time, then she closed them. She was very beautiful, Casey thought as he stared at her. She was wearing maybe a little too much mascara, but who at Shelter didn't? He realized that it was a mistake to bring all the newbies here as soon as they walked into the living room. His friends were a nice enough bunch, but his subculture was sometimes a bit shocking.
+He glanced across the room to where Lauren was sitting. She had one of the most amazing, compact bodies that he'd seen in a while. He wondered if Kerry would mind if something happened between Lauren and himself. She'd most likely act like she was cool with it, but occasionally, he got a sense that the girl wasn't as secure as she liked to make out to be.
+He knew that it was just a symptom of the drug, but he felt so connected with all the people in this room. He looked over Susan's shoulder at Gordon and thought about what a good couple the two of them made. They were a very pretty couple, suited best for country clubs and fancy restaurants. Not his world. They were tourists here, but then again, Casey always liked being the tour guide.
+Susan's eyes were open now and they were regarding this sexy, bald guy before here. His tattoos marked him out as the type of man that she wasn't usually attracted to, and his lifestyle was so wrong…
+She closed her legs, feeling the warmth that started to radiate between them at all the dirty thoughts she was having. Her husband's hands felt so good they were making her horny, but she needed more. Her eyes locked onto Casey's. A million things were passed between the two of them. She glanced over at Lauren. So beautiful. So young. Then back at Casey. She felt closer to these strangers than anyone she'd ever known. They had shared something. An experience. A night. And goddamn, she didn't want that night to end just yet.
+Casey's lips met Susan's. She felt the tickle of his goatee on her soft skin, the musk of his body that had spent the night dancing. Their tongues slid easily into place next to one another, pulling and pushing back and forth. The kiss felt wonderful. She tasted every molecule of this other man's mouth - the first mouth she'd kissed since she'd starting seeing Gordon so many years ago. The first male mouth, she thought, feeling the heat rise on her cheeks.
+She tasted the bitterness of his cigarettes and his strong, whiskey drinks. She tasted something sweeter on his tongue. She slid her tongue across his teeth, marveling in their slippery smoothness. She cradled his head in her hands, dove deeper. She needed more. More.
+Gordon didn't know what to do. He watched his wife make-out with another man right in front of him, and all he could do was keep massaging her shoulders. His heart sped up, his eyes bugged out, but strangely, he did not feel upset. His stomach turned, yet he did not get angry. A far more primal urge overwhelmed those rational emotions. He felt lust.
+He moved his hands off her shoulders, under her arms and down along her side. He was as surprised as anyone when he felt his fingers start to pop the buttons of her blouse. He needed to feel her bare skin against his fingers. He needed to cup her supple breasts in his hands.
+Lauren was shocked at what was transpiring before her. She watched in stunned fascination as the men undressed the willowy woman with the soft brown hair. Her skin was lightly bronzed, slight tan lines around her breasts. Her nipples were round and hard, somewhere between light brown and pink. Casey sucked one into his mouth, and Lauren found herself licking her lips subconsciously.
+Her hands moved of their own volition, slipping down along the outside of her crotch. She could feel the heat of her pussy through her trousers. She knew it wouldn't be long before she was as naked as Susan.
+Casey slid his hands along Susan's thighs, pushing her sparkly skirt up as they went. The tangy smell of her arousal was strong in his nose. He loved it. He loved this night. He felt great and wanted this beautiful brunette before him to feel great as well. She had on a small silver thong, damp with her leaking juices. Casey reached up and pushed the thong to the side, revealing two beautiful pussy lips, plump and clean shaven, parted enough to hint at treasures inside.
+He stroked her a couple times before pulling off her thong, giving him full access to her pussy. Her fingers eagerly helped him remove the skimpy underwear, hiking her skirt up all the way around her slender hips. To his disappointment, she wasn't completely bald but kept an inverted triangle above those glistening folds, trimmed and meticulously groomed.
+Susan shut her eyes hard as she felt these two men caress her soft body. Her husband's hands were gentle over her perky breasts, familiar yet still highly intoxicating. Casey's hands were more demanding than her husband's, more forceful. In his hands, she felt like she was losing control and she loved it. His hands pulled the gusset of her thong - the thong that only her husband was ever meant to see - and tasted her freshly shaven cunt lips - the lips that only her husband had ever tasted. When he went to pull her panties off, Susan's body reacted in the only way it allowed: she helped him tear the confining things off.
+Eyes still shut, she held her breath in anticipation of Casey's returning lips. When the feel of his warm, flat tongue didn't come, she began to open her eyes in protest when she felt a different sensation against the engorged mouth of her pussy. The smooth, bulbous head of a cock.
+""Ngh!!"" she gasped as Casey pushed into her cunt. ""AH! AHHHHH!!"" It was all so wrong. It was all so big! She felt every nerve ending sigh as this strange penis slipped into her, stretching her, fucking her. ""OH, GOD!"" she screamed, cumming for the first time that evening. ""OH, GOD! OHGODOHGOD!! OHHHHH!!!""
+When the stars of her orgasm cleared, Casey was still with her, his thick cock dipping in and out of her married vagina. Her heart felt like it was on fire. Her breathing came labored and uneven. She felt her body preparing itself for another orgasm, practically on the heels of the last.
+Gordon's hands were still on her breasts, the familiar thumbs caressing her nipples. He felt his tongue on her neck, on her ears. So much stimulation. So much pleasure. ""You are so hot, baby,"" he whispered into her ear, his voice with growling with lust. ""Let go, baby. I want to see you completely let go."" His hands squeezed her breasts harder, his teeth nipped painfully at her ear.
+""Oh! Oh! Oh!"" she panted, feeling the world slip out from under her feet. Casey was a pull between her legs, fucking her hard enough to cause her entire body to shudder with each thrust. Her pussy steamed. ""YES! YES! THERE! OHHH!!"" Her husband's hands pinched her nipples, twisting them violently. ""AH! AHHHHHH!!!"" Her body shuddered, muscles clenching then releasing as she came and came and came.
+Lauren brought herself to her own orgasm, her tight slacks unbuttoned, her fingers furiously diving into the smooth lips of her pussy. The sight before her - a live porno - was just as overwhelming as the sight downstairs with all the drugs. There was just as much excess in this room as there was spread all over the coffee table, only here, the young brunette handled it in a much different way. She felt like a little girl, looking in on something that she knew was wrong. That she knew she shouldn't be witnessing. Yet the urge to get herself off was too great to resist.
+Somewhere in the haze of her orgasm, as she watched the three players in front of her rearrange themselves, Lauren knew that she had to get out of there or else get sucked in. She imagined herself in the middle of the bed, lapping at the beautiful, cum-filled pussy of the other woman as one man drilled her young pussy, the other getting his dick polished in the older woman's eager mouth.
+Casey, who was saving his cum for Susan's third orgasm, directed her onto all fours on the bed, thrusting into her well-lubricated pussy from behind. He grabbed her long brown hair, pulling her head to his and saying, ""Suck your husband off. You swallow, right?"" She nodded her head quickly. ""Good girl. I want you to eat his spunk. Only then will your little cunt feel mine. Understand, slut?"" Again, that short nod before he released her.
+Lauren began to rim her pussy once again as she watched the men take Susan. Gone was the sophisticated model she'd met at Shelter. The woman with a cock in either end of her long and lean body could easily be her before the night was over, and the thought scared the young girl.
+Something Susan said earlier returned to her: ""You remind me of me. We are so much alike!"" Lauren fought to stand.
+Still, desire and lust fought for her to stay. To watch. To continue thumbing her clit. She bit her lip as she felt her second orgasm begin to build. Susan was jacking her husband's cock off as she sucked it into her mouth, her body sliding back and forth between the two. She'd push back against Corey's cock as she pulled her husband's from her mouth, then she'd swallow her husband's as Corey's pulled free.
+Lauren knew that if she let herself cum, she'd soon be getting her first taste of group sex. It took all her willpower to stand up and button her pants, but she did it. Her legs felt like silly putty and she had to clutch the chair for support. She still felt good from the E, still felt so alive. But the more rational parts of her brain were screaming, ""Get out! Get out!"" and at last, she was able to stand and walk out the door.
+The living room was dark and quiet, the drugs cleaned up as all the users retired to the bedrooms to fuck and be happy. The night air felt good against her body, warm yet crisp and she sucked in the dewy smell of the imminent dawn. Everyday was a new day, with new challenges, new problems, and new discoveries. Looking back at the house, she thought about all the new discoveries that she had made the previous day, and hoped that all her new problems wouldn't carry over."
+272,San Francisco Seductions Ch. 05,techsan,Chain Stories,2005-06-01,2005-06-01,2022-01-08 03:53:32,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/san-francisco-seductions-ch-05,Lauren broadens her horizons – permanently.,[''],4.48,"Once again Lauren Bennett found herself letting the stinging droplets of steaming water from the shower heat slowly wash away the aches and pains in her muscles. She had just finished another double shift at the café, an occurrence that had become commonplace because they always seemed to be short- staffed.
+Turning her back to the stream of water, she soaked her long black hair and then rubbed her favorite fruity shampoo into the fine strands, letting the shampoo work its magic in removing the smell of fried foods and old grease that always seemed to attach itself to her body before any shift was over. Lauren still liked the lightness of having so much less hair than when she had moved to the coast. People still commented on her long hair but they didn't get to see nearly as much as she sported six weeks ago.
+As she let the spray rinse the shampoo from her hair, she sighed as her mind turned to more pleasurable events of the last six weeks. Lauren thought about how much her life had changed since she had lost her virginity. She had been so scared that she was damned to everlasting hell for giving away her most private possession to someone that was not her husband. Now that she knew now wonderful it could feel, she pondered what might have been if she had started down this path earlier in her life. Oh, well, that was water under the bridge. She could only look forward now to whatever would happen in her future!
+So much had happened to her since then. Not only had she and Kerry continued their very close relationship, enhanced by sleeping in the same bed (when Kerry wasn't sleeping over with her boyfriend Casey), but she had also allowed ... no, encouraged ... Sam to fuck her ... how many times had it been now, she couldn't remember.
+Sam had probed her hot pussy several times and several ways in the large tiled shower. He had come to her bed a few times when Kerry was away and they had spent hours with his large cock deep in the folds of her most sensitive area. She had to admit that Sam had the ability to make her want to connect with him again, even when she really hadn't wanted to commit that sin again. Without words, his hands and tongue convinced her that it was the right thing to do. And, let's face it, she had already decided that she was not going to be telling the priest about those sins, even if she could ever remember them all.
+And there was Susan. After she had met Susan and her husband Gordon at Shelter, one of the city's newer clubs, she had accepted a tablet of Ecstasy against her better judgement but then had the greatest time of her life, and yet she worried about that one use leading her into a life of constant drugs and whatever else that entailed.
+Nevertheless she had then gone with the group to an after-closing party, where she and Susan had kissed leaving an unspoken promise of far greater things to come. Instead Susan had been double-teamed by Gordon and Casey in the hottest scene Lauren had ever witnessed. She had to fight herself to keep from being drawn in and finally walked out of the house into the cool fresh air, which cleared her head of the lingering effects of the drugs she had taken.
+Twice since then, Susan had caught her by surprise when she came for a visit. The first time, Susan had needed a sympathetic ear to pour out her story to and Lauren was the only person she thought she could trust. Lauren took her to the girls' bedroom to talk. As they sat on the edge of the bed facing each other, Lauren noticed for the first time that tears were slowly and silently rolling down Susan's face.
+""What's the matter, honey?"" Lauren asked her new friend.
+""Oh, Lauren"" Susan wailed. ""I don't understand what's happening to me. It just seems like my life is out of control."" The willowy beauty sat wringing her hands in her lap.
+Lauren yearned to say that she was feeling the same things but instead she asked ""Girl, why do you think that?""
+Susan sniffed and said ""You know what I did at that party where we met. That was sooooo unlike me ... I just can't believe I did that. I have NEVER has sex with any man other than Gordon ... never! I am so ashamed of myself for losing control like that.""
+""Yeah, I know what you mean. I just had to get out of there for a while"" Lauren responded.
+""I wish I had"" Susan whispered, her face screwed up like a rain cloud. ""Maybe I wouldn't feel so bad right now.""
+Lauren's memory just revived an image of Gordon urging her on. ""Susan, didn't Gordon beg you to do it?""
+Susan replied ""Yeah. So what?""
+""Well, if he wanted you to do it, then he can't complain that you did, right? Has he said anything about it?"" the dark-haired beauty queried, trying to lift Susan's head with one hand.
+""No. Only that it was a hot night and ... he thought I was ... the hottest woman there"" Susan said, sniffing back her tears.
+""Then isn't it true that you did what your husband wanted you to do and you were just trying to please him?""
+""What are you saying?""
+Lauren tossed her black hair over her shoulders and moved closer to Susan to look directly into her eyes ""Only that maybe instead of being worried about losing Gordon, you need to be more concerned about ways of pleasing yourself and him too, since that seems to be what he is most interested in.""
+Susan thought about that suggestion for a few moments, then pulled Lauren to her chest in a hug of appreciation for a friend who has just provided a solution to her problem. Susan turned to kiss Lauren's cheek just as Lauren turned her head. Their lips met accidentally but both of them felt the instant jolt of electricity that raced through their bodies. Coloring in a deep blush, Lauren backed away and said ""Let's get a cup of tea and talk about other things.""
+The following week, Susan came over once more and again they went into the bedroom for privacy, since the guys were both home at the time. When they had settled on the bed, Susan said ""I've been thinking about what we talked about last week and I decided that you are right. But there is one thing that still bothers me. What if my ... indiscretions ... were only the result of the drugs I took? Would that mean that I was addicted to the drug? What if it makes me just want more and more drugs until I have no control over whatever I do? Is that possible?""
+Lauren held her hands and said ""I don't know, honey. Maybe if you hadn't taken those pills, you never would have had sex with Gordon and Casey at the same time. But maybe you would. There's no way to know for sure. Do you regret doing it?""
+""You mean did I like it? Oh, my god, girl, I loved it! I never guessed anything could feel so wonderful as having two penises in my pussy at one time. Heck, I never ever thought it was possible! But it was out of this world. I don't know how much of the way I feel about it was the pills and how much was ... my body just loving to have sex.""
+""Would you do it again if ... you had a chance?""
+""I keep asking myself that questions and ... the answer is ... always 'yes'. I don't know if I could resist it even if I wanted to.""
+Once again Lauren pulled the statuesque beauty to her bosom for a tight hug. She had thought it was the sisterly thing to do but when their lips met softly, Lauren was tempted to pursue it. Then the thought crossed Lauren's mind that, in a way, she and Susan were on parallel paths away from the lives they had been taught onto trails of what she had once considered pure perversion. Were they really as deep into debauchery as it seemed?
+As if reading her mind, Susan laughed and asked ""How about another cup of tea?""
+As they headed to the kitchen, Susan thought ""Yes, I do still love Gordon and only Gordon. But he is wrong if he thinks he can introduce me to things that make me feel good and then expect me not to want to keep trying them. And anyway he didn't seem to be feeling any pain himself either.""
+That had been three nights ago and now Lauren was preparing to go out. She had been invited to attend a small party at Casey's apartment, along with Kerry and Gordon and Susan. They had all become good friends in the last few weeks and she was looking forward to spending some time with them. She finished dressing just as the taxi pulled up out front.
+Lauren was the last of the group to arrive and it looked and sounded like the others had a head start in getting high. She didn't drink much alcohol but Kerry put a mixed drink in her hand and she sipped it carefully, finding it delightful tasting. With the lights turned down low and the music a bit on the loud side, it was almost like a recreation of the atmosphere at Shelter.
+Lauren had wrestled with her thoughts about what this night might bring ever since Kerry has given her the verbal invitation on Monday. She knew that all of the group drank more at Shelter than she had and probably all of them would be drinking more than Lauren herself usually did ... since that was practically nothing. She had seen the casual way that Casey had pulled out his supply of Ecstasy and figured that he was either a drug dealer or at least maintained more than a little stock of drugs. Tonight Casey again brought out his stash of E and offered one to each person at the party. Everyone took one and now Lauren was again feeling the bouncing sensation like she had the other time.
+The dark-haired beauty wondered if Casey also had other drugs, such as the white powder that he had not let her try at the club and, if so, would he encourage her to try it tonight. And if she did, how would she react? She was more than a little uneasy about these questions, especially concerned that she might not be able to handle the effects of stronger drugs. Nevertheless Lauren decided to enjoy herself at the party and take things as they came. She would just have to deal with her conscience later, if that became necessary. She felt a nagging guilt at her decision but finally reasoned that she had put the priest and the church behind her for now.
+Lauren began to enjoy herself right away. As the alcohol warmed her insides, she felt herself beginning to relax and the cares of making a living began to slide away. Kerry, helping Casey prepare some snacks for the group, appeared with a tray and set them down. She then hugged Lauren. They danced together for a few minutes, laughing at the antics of each other. But Lauren knew it wasn't just for laughs because Kerry kept rubbing sensuous parts of her body against sensitive parts of Lauren's body.
+Over the months Kerry had learned what turned Lauren on and Kerry seemed bent on using all that knowledge now. However just as Lauren began to respond, Kerry stuck out her hand, palm open. Lauren looked down to see a different kind of pill, a capsule.
+Kerry bent to Lauren's ear and said ""Casey said to try this. He said that you won't regret it. I took one myself and I love it.""
+No sooner did Lauren take it than the blonde went back to the kitchen to help Casey again. For Lauren, that confirmed that Casey really was a drug pusher and it sent chills down her spine that she was so close to someone who so blatantly broke the law. However the thought occurred to her that others, like her parents, would view what she had done as being just as bad, a view she no longer shared.
+Lauren washed the pill down with a swallow of liquid from her glass and wondered if she was doing the right thing. She began to feel warmer all over and noticed that everything ... everything in her vision ... seemed to be comprised of extremely bright colored material. She couldn't believe the intensity of colors all around her ... or the sensuousness of the other people in the room.
+Lauren spotted Susan and Gordon still dancing. Susan spoke to her husband but Gordon laughed and walked off, saying that he had to go to the bathroom. Lauren danced over to Susan and they picked up the beat together, dancing with abandon. Given the music, it was not unusual that they came into contact frequently or that the parts that made contact were often their genitalia. Lauren didn't seem to notice but Susan's mind began whirling around the possibilities. They had touched before but never with the intention of ... of having some sort of lesbian contact.
+Immediately Susan felt guilty for thinking about a taboo activity. She scanned the room and spotted Gordon, back from the visit to the restroom, now sitting on the sofa softly clapping his hands in time with the music, his head bobbing up and down fiercely, as if encouraging his wife to do whatever she was contemplating.
+If Susan had any reservations, they were quickly lessened. And when she enfolded Lauren in her arms and planted her open mouth on the younger woman, the feeling of her soft lips and the darting target of her tongue quickly drove those thoughts from Susan's feverish mind.
+Susan reasoned that she had not taken any drugs except for one little pill and she knew that she was not drunk so her desire to be with Lauren was pure lust. She had never wanted to be intimate with another woman like she wanted to taste, to lick, and to consume this sweet black-haired morsel tonight. Her fingers began to rove over Lauren's body without direction from her lust- crazed mind. Susan was unable to explain to herself why she was in such a frenzy to sample this young pixie but she felt an urgent need to be so close to her, to touch her every part, to try to make her feel the same need that Susan felt right then.
+Susan pulled Lauren to the floor and found herself showering the younger woman with kisses all over her face and neck. When Lauren responded with a similar passion, Susan knew that it was right, that the path she was on was where she was meant to be. For the moment, the doubts and guilty feelings were gone.
+She worked her fingers under Lauren's blouse and found her pert breasts. Lauren gasped as Susan pinched her erect nipples and then kneaded her breasts. Susan heard a zipper and opened her eyes to see Gordon sitting on the sofa staring at the two women slack jawed, his gaze intently fixed on their exploring hands as he pulled his erection out and slowly began to stroke it.
+Susan returned to her new lover. Slowly, ever so slowly the two women undressed each other and then, as they lay together, their hands passionately fondled each other. Susan was shocked at how easily she slipped into an activity that she had always considered as taboo, that of being intimate with another woman. Yet she knew that, once started, there was no way she was going to stop until either she or her partner was sated. Nevertheless, she was surprised when Lauren, following her knowledge gleaned from her blonde roommate, Kerry, twisted around until she could bury her head between Susan's legs. She eagerly began to lap between the folds of Susan's sex, loving the sweet, tart taste of the older woman's cunt. Once she stopped long enough to whisper ""love me, lick me, taste me, touch me, fuck me, babe"" before turning her attention back to Susan's sweet pussy.
+Gradually Susan commenced following the lead of her younger lover, letting her tongue explore areas that she had always known she would never, ever come to know ... yet here she was under a beautiful eighteen year old girl who was eating Susan's pussy like a professional. Susan found that she not only liked the delicious things that Lauren's tongue was doing to her most private sanctuary but she came to realize that she loved doing the same things to her lover, especially when her tongue touched some place that made Lauren moan with pleasure or clutch her thighs around Susan's head so that she had to continue with that action until Lauren relaxed again.
+Both women were writhing as the lustful pleasure built within them. Lauren loved it when Susan slipped two fingers inside her pussy while she sucked on Lauren's clitoris. When Lauren drove her tongue deep into Susan's crease and washed over her anus, Susan jumped so high from the startling pleasure that she almost bucked Lauren off.
+Then like an unexpected explosion, Susan reached the peak of her mountaintop and dove off the side, drifting down slowly as the waves of pleasure rocked her body from head to toe. Lauren followed just a few moments later while Susan sucked her clitty and teased it with her tongue. Both women held onto the other as if afraid of drowning should they let go, letting the orgasm wash over then and slowly settle down as their heart rates returned to normal.
+It was already into the early hours of the morning when things started to drag. Even the effects of the alcohol, which Lauren had tried to make last, were beginning to dim. Still the others all seemed to be having a good time although the pace of activity had slowed noticeably.
+Some time after Susan and Lauren separated, Gordon crawled over to Susan and whispered ""I love you, baby."" Then when she squeezed his arm, he lay spooned behind her and worked his erection into her still wet pussy. When he was inside of her, he began an almost imperceptibly slow fuck of his naked wife.
+Lauren went to the bar to get a fresh drink. She spotted Kerry and Casey at the other end of the room, apparently having just finished screwing, judging by Casey's wet but flaccid cock and a little trickle of juice down Kerry's thigh. Kerry waved her over to their couch.
+Lauren sat next to Casey, their thighs touching, his left arm around her shoulders holding her close while Kerry sat in his lap, leaning against his other shoulder. Lauren had found it intriguing spending time with Casey so close when they had danced earlier that she was sure he could describe the contour of every part of her body even under her clothes. She was vaguely uneasy being naked and so close to her best friend's boyfriend but Kerry was holding her hand and smiling at her in a way that seemed to indicate her approval.
+Gordon had also spent time hugging Lauren, pulling her back against his chest while his hands absentmindedly groped her breasts as they danced clumsily to some of the tunes. Neither of the guys gave any evidence that the touching was intentional but Lauren had flushed and grown hotter and hotter at their touch.
+Now the three of them sat watching Gordon and Susan at the other side of the room as Gordon's roving hands explored all of his wife's naked body. Lauren felt a nagging sensation somewhere in her mind that she should be disapproving of this act but her senses overwhelmingly told her that it was sooooooo good and sooooo erotic that it simply could not be bad. She felt an itch start deep between her legs and finally admitted to herself that it was a yearning to be involved in something similar, with a cock deep inside her
+The trio watched Gordon as he slowly fucked his wife, plunging his hard cock deep between her legs over and over again, letting his fingers play over her body. Every time he approached her clit, her breathing became rapid and she tossed her head from side to side. Lauren could hear her saying something to Gordon but until her voice finally grew loud enough, she hadn't been able to make out the words ""fuuuuuuuuk meeeeeeee, babeeeeeeeeee, fuuuuuuuuuuuuk meeeeee.""
+Lauren's fevered brain became aware of Casey's fingers roving around her left breast, then switching to play with her right one, spending most of the time tweaking her nipples, and the actions was sending little electric currents directly to her clitoris. She was hot and her pussy was oozing her own fluids.
+The beautiful eighteen-year-old turned her head to look at Kerry, curious how she would be reacting to her boyfriend so blatantly playing with another girl. But Kerry was bent forward, engrossed in the action between Susan and her husband, almost mesmerized by the constant movement of Gordon's cock as it disappeared into Susan's twat only to come sliding back out again.
+Occasionally Kerry would look at her but it was more of a ""Did you see that?"" look than a ""What are you doing?"" expression. In fact, Lauren got the impression that her beautiful blonde roommate wouldn't care at all if she became even more intimate with Casey. Lauren had to admit that she was getting hotter and hotter as they watched Gordon and Susan. Subtle changes in their motions and the tone of their voices indicated that both of them were approaching an orgasm. Lauren snuggled closer to Casey and captured the end of his naked cock in her hand, rubbing her thumb along the swollen head as they watched the action.  
+And then, as if to celebrate the ending of one of the wildest tribal dances of all time, Gordon and Susan cried out their lust as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through their bodies. Gordon was holding onto Susan tightly but the watchers knew what was happening inside of her ... even before his flaccid cock slipped wetly out of her and they saw his cum start oozing from her opening.
+After a few moments to rest, Gordon mumbled something about ""gotta take a leak"" and he disappeared in the direction of the bathroom. Susan slowly rolled onto her back, her breathing still ragged and shallow. Her feet were flat on the floor near her buttocks, giving the three watchers a magnificent view of her cum-coated cunt.
+Kerry whispered to Casey ""I want that."" When he nodded, she quietly padded across the room and slithered between Susan's feet, sinking her face into the fresh cum, eagerly lapping at every surface she could reach. Lauren thought that it was one of the sexiest acts she had ever seen even though she knew that just a few short weeks before she would have been violently repulsed at the sight.
+She let her mind go blank by closing her eyes and leaning back against Casey. However he had other plans for her and urged her to stand. With his hands on her hips, he pulled her around and backward to sit on his lap, guiding his throbbing erection into Lauren's wet pussy. It felt different from the few other cocks she'd had, maybe because of its size or maybe because it was so curved. However she admitted to herself that it felt good and she was glad he had steered it up inside her. Lauren took her time, slowly wiggling her bottom on Casey's fulcrum while that watched the two women. Just as Gordon returned to the room, Susan persuaded Kerry to turn around into the 69 position and she sank her face in the blonde girl's twat. Gordon came back into the room and stood watching in awe as the two girls attacked each other.
+Lauren wanted to cry because the scene before her was so beautiful. Casey lifted Lauren so they both got to their feet, never letting their connection be broken. With some slower music beaming from the stereo, Casey held her and they danced to the music.
+Without slowing the beat, Casey bent Lauren forward a little and she felt his beautiful smooth cock slide deeper into her pussy. He pulled her back up while holding her buttocks apart, keeping his cock as deep into her as he could. The beat of the music changed a bit to an even slower number, making it easier for them to keep dancing. Lauren reached over her head with both arms and pulled Casey's bald head to her shoulder, his big hands cupping her breasts as they moved.
+Gordon joined Casey and Lauren, dancing in her face, occasionally stroking his hard cock. When Casey mouthed ""Now"", Gordon bent his knees, placed his purple arrow at Lauren's already occupied pussy and began to straighten up, forcing his cock into her alongside Casey's tool. At first Lauren started to scream in fear but realized that the second cock was joining the first in her desire- slickened cunt with only a one-time tinge of pain. Keeping her right arm around Casey's neck, she shifted her left arm around Gordon's neck and pulled them all together in a tight sandwich.
+As the minutes passed and their swaying to the music brought movement to their cocks inside her hot cunt, Lauren felt the last of her childhood reservations about her lifestyle silently slip into oblivion. When she began to experience orgasm after orgasm, she knew that she was becoming addicted to sex, whether with other females and any number of guys. While Casey and Gordon continued to have their way with her body, she was already beginning to wonder just how many guys she might service at one time
+She knew that she had crossed the line from normal, whatever that was, to fun loving, depraved womanhood, whatever that might become. Bitch, whore, slut, even nymphomaniac ... these were all names that just might apply to her now ... and she even liked the idea. After all, where in that desolate and isolated part of the country she and Kerry had come from could a girl find anything like the fun she'd found in San Francisco?
+Lauren pondered her fate and came to the realization that she would probably never live a life that her parents thought of as normal. For instance she doubted that she could ever settle down with one man for ""the rest of her life"", whatever that was. She had found, in the short period of her liberation, that she loved having sex with men and not just one man but several. She suspected that the numbers of men she would allow to fuck her would grow considerably, as long as the lustful pleasure she derived from sex continued.
+Nor did she think she would ever limit her sexual activities to men. With friends like Kerry and Susan, she knew that she would find other women equally interested in having girl-to-girl sex and, although she felt like she would always need the feel of a cock inside her, she knew that there would always be a place in her life for the soft feminine touch to her lips and nipples and pussy.
+In short, there was a whole world of pleasure out there to be enjoyed, activities that she had never been allowed to consider until she moved to San Francisco. No doubt about it ... the City By The Bay had a tremendously seductive quality and she was now ready to explore it all!"
+273,The Set,only_more_so,Chain Stories,2007-03-09,2007-03-09,2022-01-08 03:55:30,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-set,"He moves to Hollywood, helps starlet with what's real.","['Movies', 'Outdoor Sex', 'Writing Exercise']",4.42,"_This story was created as part of a writing challenge. The goal was to write a story with the title ""The Set"" using the following ten words: Charity, Harmony, Lavender, Painting, Remote, Ribbon, Skulk, Sky, Solace, Transform_
+Now on with the story.
+* * *
+I've always loved movies. When I was a kid, my dad and I would go to a matinee every Saturday. I would sit in the front row and let the movie fill my vision completely. I can still remember exiting the theater into the cruelly bright light of day and feeling buoyed by the two hours I passed in bliss. Sometimes I couldn't even remember what I'd seen, only that I had seen it, and it was wonderful.
+When I turned twenty, I abandoned a community college liberal arts program and moved to Hollywood. I had no delusions of being a big name actor, director or screen writer; I just wanted to be there when the magic was made. I worked in restaurants with people who claimed to be actors and actresses. None of them ever made it on screen, but they auditioned which to them made them actors and somehow better than me.
+While taking my tenth tour of Universal studios, I got separated from the tour group by a giant painting of Dracula's castle. It was a recreation of the backdrop used in Bela Lugosi's Dracula and it was passing between me and the rest of the tour group. By the time the workers had finished moving the set piece, the tour group was long gone.
+This being my tenth time on the tour, I knew where they had gone, but I felt no desire to rejoin them. This was my opportunity to snoop around the studio. If was caught, I'd explain how I'd gotten separated and was just trying to find my way back to the tour group.
+I skulked around for the entire afternoon, drifting from one sound stage to the next. When I got hungry, I grazed on the craft services that were set out for various movies. I watched them assemble sets, I watched actors warming up their voices, I watched directors rant, and starlets flounce off the set. I was in heaven.
+The next day, I returned to the studio and filled out applications for every open position they had, anything to get back in on a more permanent basis. I worked as a grip, a carpenter, and was even the best boy on a low budget picture. Eventually I found a home as a prop manager; I was in charge of the set.
+* * *
+I was working on a movie that was a modern retelling of the classic ""Metropolis."" The modern version has the poor working class living on the surface of a desolate earth, and the rich wealthy class living in luxurious subterranean abodes. They were using green screens which allowed them to fill the background with scenes from a distant future. The few set pieces were thin plywood walls and the props that I set up under the careful scrutiny of the computer geeks and the director.
+The film was halfway through production when I first met Lisa. Aside from a few very minor independent movies, she was a virtual unknown. An unknown who had landed the female lead in what was sure to be the biggest movie of the year.
+I arrived on set early to get things ready for the day's shooting. Lisa was sitting at the table meticulously placed in the middle of a sea of green. Once in the movie, the table would be transformed to be a hundred feet long with two score of place settings. But today, it was family sized with only three place settings.
+She sat in place, touching the silverware and the table, and I noticed that she seemed on the verge of tears. I walked towards her, but she didn't seem to realize I was there. I cleared my throat and said, ""Excuse me, Miss?""
+Turning slowly towards me, I could see that her eyes were puffy and her cheeks were pale. She seemed a bit startled, but unlike the other actors and actresses she recognized me. ""I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb your set. I..."" She turned away without finishing her thought.
+She started to stand, but I placed a hand on her shoulder. ""That's alright, Miss. You can sit there for a while, I have other things to get to. Besides, the director will probably make me change it when he gets here anyway.""
+She cracked a faint smile and said, ""You don't have to call me 'Miss,' you make me feel like I'm on a plantation or something. Please just call me Lisa.""
+""Sorry Miss Lisa, it's just that so many of the actresses... Well, they don't like us getting uppity. Some of them even have it in their contracts, so I hear.""
+""And what have you heard about me?"" she asked with a quirked eyebrow. She glanced at my work badge and added, ""Sir Kent.""
+I took the mild rebuke with a shy grin. ""Sorry Mi... Lisa. Force of habit."" I thought for a moment about her question and said, ""Mostly no one knows what to think. But I haven't heard a bad word from anyone yet."" She thought about my answer, and I couldn't help blurting out, ""by the way, I loved you in 'Sacristy!'""
+""I didn't think anyone had actually seen that movie. How did you happen to see it?""
+""Well, I am a big movie fan. I have been since I was little."" I paused and added more softly, ""They're magic.""
+Her eyes which had been clearing as our conversation distracted her, reverted into sadness. She picked up the spoon and held it between us. ""This spoon is real, and I can use it to eat real food. In a few hours, I will move this spoon to my lips, and it will be just as empty as it is now. But when you watch this movie in the theater, the spoon will be full of eggs, or soup, or something no chef has ever imagined. That isn't magic, that's trickery."" As she spoke her voice grew more caustic, and she emphasized her last point by slamming the spoon to the table.
+""Then why do you make movies?"" I blurted out.
+Her face softened suddenly, as she realized how spiteful she must have sounded. Then she said, ""because, I think they're magic too. I didn't mean to go off on you, it's just that everything on this movie is so fake. The director, the leading man, even the set is fake. I just needed to touch something real which is why I'm sitting here, at the one real thing around.""
+When filming resumed later that day, Lisa seemed transformed, although deep down I knew she was only acting. As I watched the filming and went about my work, I thought about our discussion. A part of me realized that there was more trickery than magic in movies, but I only had to look at Lisa to know that there was magic too.
+* * *
+Every day I arrived on the set before everyone else to get things ready. Most days Lisa would join me for a chat. She would touch my props to assure herself that something in the movie was real and I would pretend not to notice.
+With only a few weeks left in the shooting, I realized how desperate Lisa was becoming. I caught her on the set before I arrived, and she was walking around touching things. Occasionally she would approach the green backdrop and reach out to touch it, before pulling her hand back in revulsion.
+""Lisa?"" I asked as I approached her.
+She looked over her shoulder at me, and answered, ""yes?"" without evening seeing me.
+I knew it was a bad idea, but I gently took her elbow, and lead her off the set. ""Come with me,"" I said. I took her to my truck and got her seated before climbing in the driver's side. ""There is something I want you to see.""
+She was in such a daze, that I don't think she realized what was going on. As we drove off the lot, she leaned her head against the window and looked up at the distant clouds. She didn't speak until I turned off the main roads and we started climbing into the hills. ""Where are we going?"" she asked softly, her eyes still on the sky.
+""To a place where you might find solace.""
+I took her to a field that was a remote site for a movie I'd worked on. It was just over an hour's drive from the studio, but separated from Hollywood by the mountains and the rutted twisted road leading there.
+I drove the truck off the road and into the field, listening to the long grass slap into the truck's grill. The field was dotted with wild flowers and I drove to a patch that was particularly dense with them. I put the truck into park, and shut off the engine. I only realized that Lisa had fallen asleep when I went to tell her we were here.
+I climbed out, and walked around the back of the truck. I picked up a couple of packing blankets that I kept in the bed and walked off into the field. I found a spot where wild lavender grew, and threw down the blankets. The blankets crushed a small square of grass and flowers into a little bed. Satisfied with my handiwork, I retraced my path to the truck.
+Lisa was still sleeping, even after I opened the passenger side door. I unfastened her seat belt and gently picked her up. She was much lighter than I had imagined, and I had no trouble carrying her to the blankets. Using as much care as I could, I lowered her to the blankets, folding an extra one over to make a pillow for her.
+I lay down next to her and wondered if I were going to get fired for this. Eventually, I realized I might even get arrested for kidnapping. As I stared up at the fluffy clouds, and breathed the fragrant air, I didn't really care.
+* * *
+I was a bit startled to realize I'd fallen asleep. Guilty, I looked over to where I had left Lisa lying. Her eyes were watching the clouds drift in the sky, and I watched her nostrils flare as she breathed the fragrant lavender in deeply.
+""How do you feel?"" I asked.
+""I feel wonderful! Where on earth are we? How did we get here?""
+""So you're not mad?""
+""Mad?"" she asked softly, before turning to face me. ""Oh, mad because you kidnapped me?""
+I swallowed hard, wondering if she really meant it. ""Yeah, because of that.""
+""No. This is wonderful. This is magic. Waking up here makes Hollywood feel like... Well, like another world.""
+We lay next to each other for a long time, just looking. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back to the heavens and let out a long sigh of contentment. She giggled and said, ""they are probably out looking for us by now. They will probably think you drugged me and kidnapped me.""
+I felt a surge of panic at the thought. It only made matters worse that she was giggling. ""Yeah, that's a really funny thought.""
+She slowly rolled towards me and threw a leg over me. She rolled a little more and was now lying on top of me looking down into my eyes. ""Would you like to add rape to the list of charges?""
+I felt every inch of her body as it covered mine. Her small firm breasts pressed into my chest, her long legs pressed against the outside of my legs, and the firm insistent pressure from her hips, rocking slightly against me. She was so light that I hardly noticed her weight, only the warmth of her body against me. This had to be a dream.
+I lifted my head enough to kiss her. Our lips met and parted to allow our tongues to gently meet. Her mouth was warm and inviting, and I was soon pulling her head down closer to mine. At first her hands held her above me, pressing down gently on my shoulders. But as I drew her closer to me, her strength diminished and eventually her hands slid beneath me, pulling us together.
+Our gentle kiss grew slowly warmer. My hands wandered down her body with one hand lingering on the small of her back. The other shyly crept from the her back up the gentle slope of her bottom. As it crested the gentle slope, I felt her hips begin to rock against me in earnest. Her tongue sought mine with greater hunger, pressing deeper into my mouth.
+As one, our hands went from holding each other close, to working on removing our pants. At first we both reached for the other's clothing, but with frustrating results. Our kiss kept breaking as we tried to look at what we were trying to do. But our mouths couldn't bear being parted, and soon pulled us together again.
+She moved her hands to her pants and pushed mine out of the way. It took her little work to get her jeans unbuttoned and to begin pressing them down over her hips. Her panties slid down her legs with her jeans, and with a few kicks and a little help from me, were soon in a pile.
+She ground her bare sex against the front of my jeans and I felt more than heard a growl come slowly from her. Her small hands sought to open my pants, but she couldn't manage the button. She moaned in frustration as my hands cupped her soft bare ass. One finger slipped between her legs and I immediately felt her sex. My finger penetrated to the second knuckle without any resistance, just the feeling of intense heat and moisture.
+Reluctantly, I pulled my finger from her sex, and reached down to undo my pants. I soon had them unfastened, but couldn't get them off while she was lying on top of me, even with all four of our hands trying to do just that.
+Placing my hands on her back, I quickly rolled over on top of her, and lifted myself to my knees. I supported myself on one elbow and used the other hand to push down my pants. Lisa contributed with her hands, and then her feet to push them off my legs.
+I was on my hands and knees over top of Lisa. My erection pointed down at her belly and a faint line of precum dripped down on her. She raised her hips to meet me, as I descended towards her. The head of my cock slipped easily into her entrance, and held there as I followed her hips back to the ground. I moved slowly lower, forcing more of myself into her.
+We had stopped kissing to watch each other as our bodies merged. When I thought I could get no deeper inside of her, she wrapped her legs around mine and rolled her hips into me. I gasped, feeling the heat and moisture from her envelope me and pull me in. My arms shuddered with the ecstasy, and I was soon on my elbows, and thrusting myself into her again.
+She wrapped her arms around me, and reached up to kiss me. She was hungry now and kissed me hard. Our teeth clashed briefly, but that only encouraged her to kiss me harder. I continued to thrust inside of her, as my tongue pushed into her mouth.
+It didn't take long for me to feel her fingernails digging into my back. Her arms pulled tight against me as he legs wrapped around my back. She lifted herself off the ground to cling tightly to me as she came with a series of powerful shudders.
+When she was through, she slowly lowered herself back to the blankets. I lay atop of her and held her as smaller shudders racked her body. When the shudders had mostly subsided, I began to thrust into her again. She reacted more calmly this time, but with just as much passion.
+Her hands ran through my hair, and her hips rocked in time with my thrusts. Our kisses were sweeter with our lips pulling and teasing each other. We moved slowly, but I could felt tension building.
+I felt the need to come growing inside of me. I could feel her need as well, her stomach grew ever more taut, and her legs holding me deeper inside of her as I continued to thrust. I was breathing so hard, that I could hardly maintain the kiss. I pressed my sweaty forehead against hers and let that contact be enough.
+I picked up the pace of my thrusts. My hands pulled down on her shoulders to push her against my cock, even as my elbows struggled to support my weight above her. With a frantic push, I emptied my seed into her, pressing all of my weight into her. Her eyes shot wide open as I thrust into her again, draining more of myself into her. Her eyes fluttered and her hands scrambled uselessly against my back.
+I collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily as my orgasm drained my strength. I felt as if I was crushing her beneath me but for long moments I was too exhausted to move. As my breathing began to calm, I moved to pull out to lie next to her. Her hands grabbed my bottom desperately, holding me in place as she sucked in great gasps of air through her teeth.
+I placed my hand beneath her hips and held her in place. Gently and carefully we turned over, until she was the one lying breathless on top of me. I was still inside of her when my breathing returned to normal. I kissed her sweaty forehead and gave her a gentle hug. It was only then that I realized we were both still wearing our shirts.
+We lay with our arms around each other for a long time. I could feel her heat beating, and realized that mine was beating in perfect harmony. But our magical encounter couldn't last forever. The air began to cool, and the shadows of the surrounding flowers soon covered our half-naked bodies. With a great sigh, we disengaged our bodies and gave each other a final kiss.
+* * *
+It was a long quiet drive back to the set. As the mountain had separated the field from Hollywood, it soon separated us from the field and the events that happened there.
+We were a bit surprised to find that there was no scandal upon our return. People attributed her tardiness to nascent diva behavior, for those who even noticed. My absence was noticed by even fewer people that hers.
+Lisa and I talked a few times after that on the set, but she never seemed to come by when others weren't around. She seemed to have gotten over her obsession with needing real things around her. On the last day of shooting, I took the spoon she had wielded and tied it with a green ribbon to a sprig of lavender. I left it anonymously in her trailer.
+The movie ended up being a great success, and Lisa was soon an A-list celebrity. I see her all the time on the news, from charity events to awards shows. Some people think she has lost touch with what's real, but I know better, since her only diva demand is to have fresh lavender in her trailer."
+274,The Set: Best Two Out of Three,Middleagepoet,Chain Stories,2009-12-31,2009-12-31,2022-01-08 03:55:31,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-set-best-two-out-of-three,"I never had a tennis romance, perhaps now was my chance.",[''],3.75,"_This story was created as part of a chain story writing challenge. The goal was to write a story with the title ""The Set"" using the following ten words: Charity, Harmony, Lavender, Painting, Remote, Ribbon, Skulk, Sky, Solace, Transform._
+*
+You know, if I wasn't a former tennis player, I might be distracted when anyone mentioned ""the set"" around an attractive woman. On the other hand when the word lavender is mentioned my thoughts drift immediately to those lace lavender panties the women used to wear under their tennis dresses. Of course I guess both statements date me.
+I never had a tennis romance, all those years I played I watched mixed doubles partners walk hand in hand off the court after a match, while I would shake hands with my mixed doubles partner and then head off in a different direction. There was a little solace in the fact we typically crushed the love birds on the court. Oddly, regardless of what the score was, the losing couple simply seemed to float in a mindless harmony that confused me.
+It's not that I didn't want to hook up with my mixed doubles partner, but it seemed whenever I thought I had a chance I'd find my girlfriend skulking around ready to screw up any plans I might have had towards my partner. Yeah, funny thing, I transformed this uncomfortable situation into a permanent one when I married my girlfriend.
+Well, call it charity, call it what you want but when I decided to try to take up some tennis after thirty five years my wife recommended I get set up with a pro at the local tennis club. Of course my wife pictured the well known forty- something male head pro working with me, but instead I got stuck with his assistant, a twenty-something just out of college. I'm sure you'll understand there wasn't even a remote chance I was going to tell my wife of the developments at the tennis club.
+Now, in a way, tennis is a lot like riding a bicycle, of course in a lot of ways it's not. So while I still had some of the same basic swings down and my form was acceptable, the fact I was carrying more than a hundred extra pounds this time around did limit my abilities. Seeing my form, Carrie, the assistant pro, realized I had played when I was younger, so she simply helped me work on my timing while I learned to handle the extra bulk I was carrying.
+Over the summer Carrie and I had made some progress, as I slowly got into a little better shape and she helped me sharpen up my game. I knew I had done well, but when she asked me to be her mixed doubles partner in the upcoming club tournament I was flattered. Quickly agreeing to play together, the two of us doubled up our workout schedule, concentrating on our doubles play.
+By the time the tournament came around we were very competitive and while we weren't expected to do well at all, we ended up in the semifinals giving the head pro and his young partner a tough match before losing 6-4, 3-6, 7-5. We did win the consolation match so we had the distinct honor of receiving a third place ribbon after watching the trophies go to two other teams. I thought it was nice to get the ribbon, but Carrie was ecstatic.
+It wasn't until a couple of weeks later, when the sky clouded over and it had started raining just before one of our sessions, that she showed me just how ecstatic she was. I peeked into her office at the back of the pro shop, ""Hey, Carrie, looks like we'll need to reschedule.""
+""No, no, I've got a workout just for you."" She grabbed a key off her desk and said, ""Follow me.""
+As she unlocked a door an led me into a small locker room I asked, ""What is this.""
+""Oh this is the locker room for the club pros. They've had to put a little divider in for me.""
+""What are we going to do in here,"" I asked as she locked the door behind her.
+""Well, we can't work on your game any because of the rain, but we can still work on your conditioning.""
+""Okay,"" I said, not entirely sure what she meant until she pulled off her top and unfastened her bra.
+Kicking off her shoes and unfastening her shorts she said, ""Well, come on, I'm not doing this workout alone. Don't worry, the other pros went home for the day""
+""I just... I'm not sure...""
+By then she was naked. Reaching down between her legs she said, ""Don't make me do this alone.""
+I quickly kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shorts and underwear. Reaching out I grabbed her and drew her to my, kissing her on the mouth. I moved her back onto the bench by the lockers and had her sit down. Kneeling down between her legs, I quickly dove in, pushing my tongue between her lips and deep into her pussy, tasting the tart flavor of her juices.
+Working up her lips, I found her clit and ran my tongue in small circles over it. She draped her legs over my shoulders and began moving her hips, pushing against me as I continued caressing her clit. After some time, I began sucking it in between my lips as my tongue slid over it, up and down.
+She moaned loudly and reached down, grabbing my head. Grinding hard against my face she came, crying out, ""Oh yes, yes.""
+Immediately pulling me up, she leaned back and guided my cock into her pussy. I pushed and felt it slide easily into her. As I began withdrawing she whispered, ""Just don't come inside me."" I nodded and then thrust deep into her, feeling her wet, warm softness unfurl around me.
+It had been a long time since I had, had any sex, and it had been decades since I had sex with anyone so young and nubile so before long I was feeling the pressure building in my balls. Savoring the sensation, the feel of this beautiful young woman, I moaned loudly, gritted my teeth and then pulled my cock out of her.
+She immediately reached down and pressed my cock onto her pubic mound and rubbed it as I came, painting her body with my white cum. It splashed up on her breasts and stomach, finally oozing out into her pubic hair. I turned and sat down on the bench between her outspread legs and just looked at her.
+Smiling, she reached down and ran her fingers through the cum, spreading it over her breasts and stomach. I reached over and gently spread the rest of it over her pubic hair.
+""You know, I always wanted to make it with a tennis player,"" I said, ""ever since I was in high school.""
+""Well, you got your wish, but I hope we aren't finished now. I mean you still need a lot of work on your tennis and I think I might learn a few things from you in the locker room.""
+""Okay, so this is our first set then?"" I asked.
+""Yes, this was our first set.""
+""Now how about next time we try for best two out of three?""
+""Okay, or even better, best three out of five.""
+""Four out of seven?""
+She nodded, ""Perhaps. Now you better get dressed while I take a shower and clean all this off.""
+I waited until she took her shower and came out. Even though it was still raining, she walked me out to my car, holding my hand all the way. I guess I finally made it in tennis."
+275,The Set: Color of Love,scriptordelecto,Chain Stories,2007-03-24,2007-03-24,2022-01-08 03:55:33,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-set-color-of-love,Can he possibly hide the way he feels?,"['Drama', 'True Love']",4.4,"_Author's Note: This story is the result of a writing challenge among several of the authors here at Lit. Every story in this chain began with a common list of ten words. It's been fun to create something and try to find ways to work unusual terms seamlessly into the tale._
+I hope you enjoy the story. I always love to get feedback from the readers. It's what helps me improve and grow as a writer. If you enjoy the story, please take the time to vote and or leave a comment. If you aren't comfortable with that, then an anonymous feedback option is available Thanks so much! Script
+*
+""Charity?""
+The sound finally penetrated the fugue surrounding her brain. She looked up and grinned at him.
+""How long have you been standing there?""
+He couldn't help the answering grin that slid over his face.
+""Long enough to admire the view.""
+She rolled her eyes and looked down at her paint smeared jeans.
+""You really have a warped sense of vision, you know that?""
+He chuckled. With her hair escaping the ribbon that held it back, and dots of lavender spattered across her nose, he thought she was breathtaking.
+""There isn't a damn thing wrong with my vision, woman.""
+He plastered a mock serious expression across his face. Her laughter echoed through the room.
+""So how is it coming?""
+He indicated the easel in front of her.
+She took a step back and passed a critical eye over the painting. It was still in the early stages, the canvas blotted with dark values. She was only beginning to lay the lighter colors down.
+In her mind, was the image she wanted the world to see. She nodded.
+""I think it's going pretty well.""
+Edward smiled.
+""It always is. I just came to let you know it's almost time.""
+At her furrowed brow he prompted.
+""You wanted me to remind you...about the showing.""
+Amusement crinkled the edges of his eyes. Charity's hand flew to her face, adding a trail of brown across her cheek.
+""Oh! Right!""
+She quickly gathered her brushes and sealed her palette.
+""Let me just get cleaned up here and I'll go get ready.""
+Edward shook his head. He knew she'd forget. Whenever she was working on a new piece, she was always lost in the world her mind created. Reality held little interest for her.
+He took solace in the fact that her escapism resulted in incredible art. Her paintings revealed an inner harmony, a balance of spirit that left the viewer feeling peaceful and serene.
+He'd realized her enormous talent the moment he'd seen her first painting in a remote corner of a flea market booth. She'd been painting out of her loft apartment and selling her work for a few hundred dollars through an amateur dealer at the market. Edward had gone to great lengths to track her down and offered himself as her agent.
+Their partnership had lasted for five years now and Charity was every bit the success that he'd predicted. What he hadn't seen coming was that he'd fall for her. Where her paintings were calm, Charity was passion and fire. He found himself drawn to her light.
+The days he didn't see her, he often found himself bereft and unsettled. Those days, he found himself looking frequently at her paintings, just to have some sort of connection with her. Asking her out was not an option. He'd allowed the thought to skulk about in his head briefly, but had quickly tucked that idea away. She was an angel, and a mere mortal dared not reach so high.
+His buddies would laugh if they ever heard him say anything like that, but it was the way Charity made him feel. He was really afraid to ruin the relationship they had worked for. What if he asked her and she was horrified? Their partnership couldn't survive the strain and he couldn't stand the thought of not seeing her, so he trundled along, trying to be content with friendship.
+Over the years she had dated a few guys, mostly losers who hadn't been prepared for the periods of isolation that an artist required. He'd been the supportive best friend and waited around to pick up the pieces when she'd needed him.
+""OK, I'll just head into the shower. How long do we have?""
+Her voice startled him out of his reflection. He glanced down at his watch. ""Can you be ready in an hour and a half?""
+She nodded.
+""Sure.""
+He grinned.
+""Great. I'll be back to pick you up then.""
+She headed off towards the bathroom and he let himself out. Just the thoughts of her in the shower already had him hard and aching. He closed his eyes. He had to stop torturing himself with something he could never have. God, he was pathetic. He shook his head and made his way to his car. He had a showing to get ready for.
+~~oOo~~
+Charity stared into the mirror, amazed at what a little makeup and a designer dress could do to transform her from her usual shabby self to something approaching elegant. She'd never make the cover of a magazine, at least not for her looks. She considered herself passably pretty at best, but Edward seemed to think differently.
+Edward always joked that her beauty had as much to do with her success as her actual work did. She always laughed the comment away, but secretly she was pleased that he thought she was beautiful.
+She had always hoped that their relationship would develop further, but he'd never seemed interested in more than a mild flirtation and she'd been afraid to push things too far. She looked at the way the dress hugged her figure. Maybe it was time to get past those fears.
+She dabbed a bit of perfume behind her ears, at her wrists and along the slope of her breasts. She had just applied her lipstick when she heard Edward's key in the door.
+""Charity, I'm here. Are you ready?""
+She slipped her feet into her Manolo sling backs and grabbed her clutch. She headed toward the foyer.
+""As ready as I ever am for these things.""
+She stopped short when she saw him leaning against the wall in the entryway, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his Armani tux. She decided it should be illegal for a man to look that sexy. Normally she would make some smartass comment about monkey suits, but she remembered the woman in the mirror and her newly formed resolve to push a few of Edward's buttons.
+The smile that glided over her lips was slow and sensual. She let her gaze wander over him, her look leaving no question as to her thoughts. She almost laughed when she got to his face. Edwards jaw was hanging down.
+""Are you OK?""
+His jaw snapped shut as he tried to recover.
+""Of course, let's get going.""
+He turned and opened the door, holding it for her to walk past.
+~~oOo~~
+Edward was quiet on the drive to the Westmeade Gallery. The view of the cityscape against the night sky was usually something he took the time to appreciate, but it never even registered with him. All he saw was the look on her face as she had checked him out. He kept playing that brief moment in Charity's foyer over and over in his head.
+He tried to reconcile the predatory gaze with [I]his[/I] charity. He had to admit that it fit her fiery nature, but he couldn't accept that it had been directed towards him. He glanced at her, sitting in the seat beside him, and nearly groaned out loud. She was had her legs crossed at the knee, the short dress exposing their tantalizing length, just for his personal torture. He turned her head to meet his gaze, amusement lighting her eyes and he quickly turned his attention back to the road ahead. Embarrassment at being caught staring at her sent a blush creeping up his cheeks.
+What the hell was wrong with him? He'd always been able to put aside his attraction for her in the interests of business. [I]She's never encouraged you before[/I], a niggling little voice in his head whispered. Damn. How was he supposed to represent her the way she needed hi to if he couldn't separate his mind form his cock? God, he was such a fucking Neanderthal.
+Edward almost breathed a sigh of relief when he pulled into the parking garage. At least he would be out of the close confines of the car, where her scent couldn't overwhelm him like it was doing now. He bounded out of the car, desperate to get inside. Although he wouldn't really be away from her for most of the evening, at least there would be space between them.
+He opened her door and offered his hand. Charity smiled up at him as she placed her hand in his. She rose from the vehicle with swanlike grace, brushing against him as she stepped past. Edward dropped her hand like he'd been burned, which was what his skin felt like anywhere it had been in contact with hers.
+He closed her door and locked the car. Charity was already moving towards the elevator that would take them up to street level, her hips swaying in a tempting, hypnotic motion as she walked.
+Son of a bitch, this was going to be a long damn night.
+~~oOo~~
+Charity had to work to hide the smirk that tried to surface when Edward let go of her hand. There was no mistaking the current that flowed between them, or the fact that he seemed just as affected as she was. She deliberately put a little extra vamp into her stride as she headed to the elevator.
+Normally, at this point before a showing, she was a basket case, but tonight was different. Somehow her priorities had shifted. The showing was important, but not as important as making Edward see that they were perfect for each other. Everything else seemed rather lackluster by comparison.
+They strolled into the Westmeade Gallery a scant forty-five minutes before the guests were expected to arrive. The caterers were bustling about getting everything set up. Sharon Proctor, the Gallery Manager, broke away from the preparations and came to greet them, hands extended before her. She took Charity's hands and air-kissed both cheeks, turning to give the same treatment to Edward. She stepped back and turned her attention to Charity.
+""Well, my dear, you've outdone yourself once again.""
+Charity smiled at the older woman and murmured her thanks. She looked her over. Sharon was one of those people who would never have a hair fall out of place. None of them would dare risk her displeasure. Sharon was charming and very good with people, but she was all business. She lived and breathed for the bottom line, which worked to Charity's advantage.
+""Why don't we walk through it one last time, love.""
+She nodded.
+""Of course.""
+They had been working out the groupings and placement for this showing over a four month period, although it had mainly been Edward and Sharon working out the details. The final layout had been agreed upon just two weeks prior.
+She led Charity and Edward through the setup, pausing periodically to adjust lighting. It was always the same routine and it caused Charity to smile. At Edwards quizzical look, she leaned over to whisper in his ear.
+""Do you think she even realizes she does this?""
+He flashed her a conspiratorial grin.
+""I have no doubt of it. That woman is aware of every particle of dust within a one mile radius.""
+She chuckled.
+""I think you're right.""
+~~oOo~~ The caterer called Sharon away for a moment, leaving the two of them alone. Edward found himself staring at Charity again. She raised a slender eyebrow. He cleared his throat, trying to dislodge the stone that suddenly prevented him from speaking.
+""Uh, if I didn't tell you earlier, you look amazing.""
+The smile that bloomed over her face was as radiant as the warmth that lit her eyes at his compliment. He felt the glow of that smile all the way to his core. It was the sort of smile that melted a man's neural pathways.
+She stepped closer and reached up to adjust his bowtie, her eyes raising to meet his.
+""So do you.""
+His breath stopped in chest, the moment suspended in time. They stared at each other, without uttering a word until Sharon's voice pulled them back into reality.
+""OK, darlings, where did we leave off? Oh, yes.""
+She was off again, the two of them trailing behind, curiously unaware of anything she was saying.
+~~oOo~~
+Charity was sipping slowly from a glass of champagne. She tried to limit herself to one over the course of the night. She had put on what Sharon called her pageant smile and chatted politely with all of the patrons. She had no idea what she'd said to most of them, but it must have been fine, because Sharon pulled her aside to let her know that it was looking like a raving success.
+When Charity nodded absently, Sharon pulled her into her office for a moment. She sat her down in a chair, and seated herself beside her.
+""Alright, sweetheart, spill it.""
+Charity blushed.
+""Spill what?""
+The look Sharon pinned her with said [I]you aren't fooling anyone, sister.[/I] ""It's that obvious?""
+Sharon laughed.
+""If it were any more obvious, it would be on a marquis outside the Bellagio.""
+Charity sighed.
+""I don't know what's come over me. I mean, we've known each other for years, but suddenly, everything is different. It's like I've seen the world in shades of blue, and suddenly everything's yellow.""
+Sharon patted her hand.
+""It's about time you figured it out, love.""
+Charity raised startled eyes to meet her friend's.
+""About time?""
+The older woman chuckled.
+""Honey, that man's been crazy about you for years. He just hasn't got the brains to do anything about it.""
+She shook her head and sighed.
+""As usual, it's up to the woman to make the move.""
+Charity felt the tension and doubt that she'd been feeling flow away form her. She smiled at Sharon, that knowing smile that passes between women.
+""Go on then, we're almost through here. After the guests leave, you take care of business. I'll finish out the books.""
+Charity stood up and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
+""Thank you for everything, Sharon.""
+The art dealer smiled, and waved her hand.
+""I have ulterior motives, darling.""
+At Charity's raised eyebrows, she answered.
+""This is bound to do amazing things for your art.""
+Charity burst out laughing, and made her way back out to the show floor.
+~~oOo~~
+Edward saw Charity come out of Sharon's office, all smiles. The night seemed to be going very well. Nearly all of the pieces had been purchased. He imagined that Sharon had passed along the news, based on Charity's expression. He watched as her eyes scanned the room, searching, until they came to rest on him. She headed straight for him, the smile still in place.
+""So, I guess Sharon filled you in.""
+She flashed him a mysterious smile.
+""Yes, she certainly did.""
+He smiled back at her, captivated. At that moment one of the guests came up and asked her a question about one of the pieces. She winked at him and walked the gentleman over to the painting in question.
+Edward didn't take his eyes off of her. The man leaned close and murmured something. Charity threw back her head and laughed, the sound musical and light. His gut clenched with an unfamiliar emotion. He had the sudden desire to go drag her away from him. Since when did he get jealous?
+""Down, tiger.""
+He glanced down to find Sharon regarding him with a smug expression.
+""What?""
+Sharon fixed him with a stare that said quite plainly, [I]you are a complete lunkhead.[/I]
+""That girl has eyes for only one man in the room, Edward and that's you. If you're too much of an idiot to do something about it, then you deserve to be miserable. Just don't make her miserable too. She shouldn't have to suffer for your cowardice.""
+She patted his arm and strolled off to speak with one of her regular patrons.
+Could he really let himself hope that it was true. Her behavior all evening seemed to support what Sharon said. Had he been too fearful to see? Charity looked over at him just then, her eyes warm and full of promise.
+God, what a fool he was. He returned her look with equal promise in his eyes.
+~~oOo~~
+After the last patron had gone, true to her word, Sharon had ushered them out the door. It was their custom to catch a late dinner and drink to celebrate the evening, but Charity asked I he would just take her home. She could see the disappointment cross his face, but she had every intention of replacing that with a much warmer emotion.
+The drive was just as quiet as the one earlier, each of them wrapped up in their own thoughts, but the tension between them was much higher. She felt as though her body was coiled like a spring. Tentatively, she reached over and curled her fingers through his.
+Edward glanced over in surprise at her, and tightened his hand around hers. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his skin against hers, even if it was only their hands. She could feel the electricity flowing between them and basked in the heat it sent flushing over her skin.
+Just like before, he helped her out of the car when they arrived, but instead of letting go of her hand, he pulled it up against his chest. She could feel the rapid tattoo of his heart beneath her hand. She gazed up at him with lust drunk eyes and gasped at the need reflected in his own.
+She parted her lips to say something, anything, but before her brain could come up with a suitable phrase, his mouth captured hers beneath it. His lips were warm and firm against her soft ones. He started gently, gliding over her lips, nibbling at her bottom lip, tugging gently at it until he slid his tongue across, encouraging her to open up to him.
+Her knees went weak as his tongue swept inside her mouth. She slid both arms up around his neck, and pressed herself close to him. He tasted like raw passion. She met his assault with equal ardor, kissing him back with everything she had.
+Heat pooled between her thighs and she pulled back from him with a gasp.
+She gazed up at him with passion clouded eyes and a smile that left no doubts as to her intentions. Grabbing his hand she pulled him behind her until they were inside her front door. As soon as the door closed, Edward pulled her back into his arms and claimed her lips. His hands slid from her waist to her round bottom, pulling her tightly against him. She felt the hard length of him pressed up against her and she gasped.
+She wanted desperately to see him. All of him. She slid her hands down to his bowtie and gave a tug. Within seconds, the small scrap of silk was floating to the floor. Her hands were already at work on the studs of his shirt. He gave a low chuckle.
+""Sweetheart, we have all the time in the world.""
+She looked up at him.
+""You might want to wait, Edward, but I can't. I need to see you right now.""
+She watched as he read the lust in her eyes. He only hesitated a moment before he began helping her. Soon he was standing before her in only his briefs. She let her gaze travel down his muscled chest to his flat stomach, and down further until she reached his swollen cock, straining against the thin material.
+She licked her lips. She loved that she could get that reaction out of him. Knowing that he was hard because of her caused her to get even wetter. She reached out a hand and touched his chest, letting her hand trail slowly along the same path her eyes had just followed.
+Edward closed his eyes and let out a low groan. He gasped as her hand fluttered lightly over him. She touched him just enough to tease. Gliding back up, she slid her fingers under his waistband and gave a little tug. She pushed the last bit of covering he had left to the floor. Now that it was freed, she took a moment to examine it.
+It was beautiful. It was perfectly proportioned to his body, and Edward was not a small man. She reached out and wrapped her hand around it, loving the feel of velvet covering steel. He pulsed and throbbed beneath her hand. She looked up to find that he had closed his eyes and his breathing was shallow.
+When he opened them, there was a dangerous glitter to them.  
+""Charity, baby, you aren't playing fair. You still have that damn dress on.""
+She smiled at that, her eyes narrowing.
+""Hmm, so I do. What are you going to do about it?""
+He walked towards her in an almost predatory fashion, backing her up against the door. He slid his arms around her waist and crushed his mouth over hers. She found herself drowning in the heat between them. When he pulled back, he tugged at the straps on her shoulders, and the fabric dropped to the floor with a whisper.
+His smug expression quickly changed to one of shock and admiration as he realized she had nothing on beneath the little dress.
+""Dear God, woman, are you trying to kill me?""
+The husky tone in his voice was intoxicating. She licked her lips and grabbed his hand, pulling him down the hall to her bedroom. Charity was so wet she could feel it on her thighs. She needed to feel his skin next to hers with a desperation she'd never experienced before.
+Standing next to the bed, she wound her arms up around his neck, and pressed her body along his. She sighed as her breasts made contact with his chest. Edward leaned down to capture her lips in another dizzying kiss, laying her back onto the bed and covering her body with his. The heat of his skin against hers left her feeling restless and impatient.
+He slid his hands up her waist and over her stomach, coming up to cup her breasts. His eyes rested on the pink nipples and he grinned up at her, before lowering his head to take one in his mouth. He flicked his tongue lightly around the nipple and tugged at it with his teeth. Charity gasped as little shockwaves resonated through her.
+He grinned, and turned his attention to the other one, causing her body to wind tighter. Edward continued his assault, moving from breast to breast until she was almost sobbing with the pleasure of it.
+""Now Edward. I need you inside me right now.""
+Her voice was so husky she almost didn't recognize it as her own. Seeing the need on her face, he moved to position himself at her entrance. She closed her eyes in anticipation.
+""Charity, baby, open your eyes. I want you to look at me.""
+Her eyes flew open to meet his, just as he pressed himself inside her. Both of them let out a deep groan as their bodies connected. She could feel every little part of him as he filled her completely. When he was all the way in, he leaned down and kissed her slowly.
+Charity began to rock her hips restlessly against him.
+""Easy, baby.""
+He locked his gaze with hers as he slowly withdrew, until only the tip of him was left inside her. Just when she was about to protest, he slammed all the way back in, in one smooth stroke. Charity cried out.
+Charity found his rhythm and raised her hips to meet his, their speed increasing until they were slapping wildly against one another. The nerve endings in her walls were alive and spinning her body out of control. She could feel herself building towards her climax. Without even realizing it, she slid her hands up to cup her breasts, pulling lightly at her nipples as they continued to strain at each other.
+""Oh god, baby, that is so fucking sexy.""
+She looked up at Edward. His face was wild with lust and passion, his voice had gone deeper, almost gravelly. Knowing she had done this to him pushed her over the edge. She felt herself tighten around him right before her eyes went wide and her body arched off of the bed, bucking wildly as she flew apart.
+""Oh hell honey, here I come too.""
+His body tensed as he buried himself deep inside her, hot, thick jets of come flooding her passage, leaving her gasping.
+Edward collapsed to her side and drew her into his arms, kissing her deeply. She pulled back and twined her body around his, tucking her head into his shoulder. Warmth and contentment spread through her whole body.
+After they lay there for a few minutes, Edwards voice, quiet and serious, drifted down to her.
+""Charity, honey, I don't want you to think this is a one time thing.""
+His hand was stroking over her hair. Her voice, soft and sleepy replied.
+""I know Edward, the world isn't blue anymore.""
+Before he could ask her what she meant, he heard the even sound of her breathing and realized the love of his life was fast asleep."
+276,The Set: Heat of Hydration,Algonquin Twit,Chain Stories,2010-12-07,2010-12-07,2022-01-08 03:55:34,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-set-heat-of-hydration,Sunset at a construction site gets steamy.,[''],4.15,"_This story was created as part of a chain story writing challenge. The goal was to write a story with the title ""The Set"" using the following ten words: Charity, Harmony, Lavender, Painting, Remote, Ribbon, Skulk, Sky, Solace, Transform._
+*
+Harry watched the young woman climbing the scaffolding that towered along one side of the building as he waited for the next concrete truck to back up to the pump. It was like a painting seeing her red hair against the lavender sky as the sun slowly set on the remote construction site. He'd be working late into the evening due to a number of malfunctions with the concrete pump, but he found solace in the fact he could watch her this evening as she worked late stacking brick so the masons could get an early start in the morning.
+After signing the tickets for the last two concrete trucks and watching the last of the concrete pumped into place Harry directed the pump truck driver where to wash out the truck and then headed back into the building. With the last of the mud down his finishing crews could work in relative harmony, leveling and screeding the concrete before starting up the troweling machines. Besides checking back with the finishers every hour or so Harry was pretty much free to skulk about the building, perhaps watch the lady mason as she worked some more.
+From up on the third floor Harry watched as the last ribbon of sunlight faded in the west when he noticed a shapely silhouette along the edge of the building. He slowly walked across the concrete floor as the city lights in the distance transformed the entire scene into an odd science fiction like setting. He seemed to be looking out across a future landscape as he walked up to the woman and said, ""It sure looks different as the lights come on.""
+""Yeah watching the sunset from a jobsite just seems to do something to me. That's why I always try to work late.""
+""It does kind of take your breath away, I guess,"" Harry replied.
+""That too, but for me it's more... kind of a physical thing. I feel a freedom as it gets quiet and dark, kind of turns me on.""
+""Wow, I didn't think masonry was so exciting.""
+""No, I'm serious, I actually get turned on.""
+""Turned on?""
+""Yeah, but usually I'm alone so I just... well...""
+""You mean you actually..."" Harry paused, not wanting to blurt out the word.
+""Yes, actually I do.""
+Feeling a tingling in his pants Harry opened his mouth, shut it and then opened it again saying, ""I never would have imagined.""
+""Of course I'm not alone now,"" she replied slyly.
+""Oh I see,"" Harry replied running his hand through his gray hair, ""The old man's a charity case.""
+""Did I call you a charity case? Okay you're a bit older than me...""
+""A bit, I could be your father,"" Harry replied.
+""Well, let's just say a young uncle,"" she replied, stepping up closer to him and running her hand down his chest.
+""Oh I don't know if I can..."" Harry started, but paused as her hand continued down his chest, over his belt and down to the bulge in his pants.
+""You can't? It looks like you can to me,"" she replied. She then kneeled in front of him, delicately taking his zipper and lowering it.
+Leaning back against a stack of bricks, Harry stood quietly as she reached in and took a hold of his cock. Carefully working it out of his pants she slowly began stroking it until a pool of precum formed in the tiny hole. She looked up at him, smiled and then stuck her tongue out and dipped it into the pool.
+""Hmmm, there's nothing like the taste of precum on a cool evening. That bitter taste really makes me wet. Do you want to see how wet?""
+Harry nodded.
+The woman stood up, unfastened her pants and then grabbed Harry's hand, guiding it to the waistband of her panties. He slowly worked his hand inside her panties and slid it downward. His fingers worked through the soft curls of her hair and then found the delicate skin of her lips. Finding the slit between them, he moved downwards feeling his fingers get wetter and wetter as he went. Reaching her opening, he slid his finger into her and pushed it deep.
+""Oh yeah, you see how wet.""
+""Yeah, so wet,"" he replied.
+""Now how about we get your cock wet. You want to do that?""
+""Oh yeah,"" Harry moaned, as he pulled his hand out of her pants and then began unfastening his belt. He quickly dropped his pants to the ground as he watched her untie and kick off her boots and then pull off her jeans and panties.
+The woman stepped over to the brick pile, leaned over it and wiggled her ass towards Harry saying, ""Come on, let's get your cock wet.""
+Harry stepped forward and pushed his hips toward her. He felt her grab his cock from between her legs and guide it. Leaning into her, Harry felt the tip of his cock sliding between her wet lips. She was so wet it slid easily, so he grabbed her hips and shoved hard.
+""Yes, that's it,"" she moaned, ""can you feel it?""
+""Oh yeah,"" he cried, ""so wet, so wet.""
+""Yeah your cock's wet isn't it... soaking wet.""
+""So wet,"" he moaned.
+""Oh god it's good. Yeah just like that,"" she moaned.
+Harry could feel her juices all in his pubic hair and running down his thighs. He'd never fucked a woman who was so wet. Each time he shoved his cock deep his pubis splashed against her ass. Suddenly she groaned and reached back, grabbing him and holding him tight against her. He could feel her pussy squeezing his cock then releasing, squeezing and releasing, again and again.
+With her orgasm he could feel more of her juices flow out onto her thighs and as he began thrusting again the juices soon ran down his thighs too. Although his cock slid into her too easily now, so easily he could barely feel her, the wetness flooding him turned him on so much that with a few additional thrusts he felt the pleasure jolt through him. He arched his back and splashed deep into her spurting his cum into the ocean of her pussy.
+He remained leaned over her back as his cock slowly shrank and with a wet splash it slipped out of her. He pulled up his clothes and as he zipped up and fastened his belt he noticed a huge, soaking wet spot across the front of his pants. The woman's clothes were even worse, the pants completely soak from crotch down to her ankles.
+""Damn you were so wet,"" he said, pulling her close to him.
+""Yeah, I always bring a change of clothes.""
+""Is it like this when you are alone and do it?""
+""Not as bad, but I still need a change of clothes. Next time you will need to bring some too I guess,"" she said, nodding at his pants.
+""Next time?""
+""Next time the sun sets while your concrete sets.""
+They walked together down the stairs and then towards where the concrete finishers were getting ready to move the trowels onto a corner of the concrete pour. Wafts of mists rose off the concrete into the cool night air.
+""Look it's like the concrete is smoking,"" the woman said.
+""Yeah, moisture rising off the concrete as it heats.""
+""Heats?""
+""Yes the heat of hydration. Here, feel it,"" Harry said, guiding her hand onto the damp concrete. ""Feel the warmth.""
+""It's a wet warmth,"" she replied.
+""Just like...""
+""Yes, just like that,"" she replied."
+277,The Set: Searching for Harmony,Kaishaku,Chain Stories,2011-02-26,2011-02-26,2022-01-08 03:55:36,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-set-searching-for-harmony,The Air Conditioning Serviceman was a woman.,[''],4.32,"_This story was created as part of a chain story writing challenge. The goal was to write a story with the title ""The Set"" using the following ten words: Charity, Harmony, Lavender, Painting, Remote, Ribbon, Skulk, Sky, Solace, Transform._
+*
+My house was an ongoing project, between the replacing of floors, the painting and the remodeling of the kitchen I figured it would transform into something pretty special, but it seemed that just as soon as something got finished something else would break. I had hoped the painting would be the end of it but then the dishwasher broke, which then prompted me to also replace the old lavender countertops, which then required a new range. It snowballed from there and suddenly the entire kitchen had been replaced.
+I barely had time to cut the ribbon on the new kitchen when the air conditioner broke. Yeah, so that means a new, energy efficient model with a digital control system, special timers and even a remote control. The unit cooled the air, but I just couldn't get the control system figured out.
+Now it always seemed to me that all you needed to do was set the thermostat on the temperature you wanted and that was it. No, not any more. These new fangled things want you to tell them when you are sleeping or at work so they can go into cut back mode apparently thinking I need the charity or something, but the system supposedly can figure out when I don't need to pay to be cool or warm and simply shuts down. I don't know, I mean I'd rather just set the temperature and let it go.
+So anyway, within a week I had the thermostat so screwed up that I found myself sweating all day and freezing at night. In an effort to keep comfortable I had to skulk around the thermostat at all hours of the day and night just to try to see if it was working. After a week it was seemed clear I wasn't going to get it working so I called the contractor for help.
+I was mildly surprised when I discovered the Air Conditioning Serviceman was a woman, a very large, but attractive woman with long, dark hair, very prominent breasts, a tight stomach looking stomach and very long, muscular legs. She spoke with an accent, Russian perhaps, anyway, after greeting her at the door, I led her into where the thermostat was and outlined my dilemma.
+""So you have a problem with the set?""
+""The set?""
+""Yes the set of the temperature... the, how you say? Thermo...""
+""Thermostat,"" I completed her sentence for her. ""Yes, I have trouble with it.""
+""Okay, but you understand to be happy you must have the right set. I will fix it for you, but you tell me, when you go to bed.""
+""When I go to bed?""
+""Yes, yes, what time?""
+""Oh about 10 or so.""
+""10 PM right?""
+I nodded.
+""Okay, that's twenty two, and what time are you working?""
+""I work from about eight to six pm.""
+""Okay that's eight to eighteen, good, good,"" she replied.
+""Weekend?""
+""I'm home most of the time.""
+""Okay, I fix it now,"" she said before turning to the thermostat. ""First I set now,"" she glanced at her watch. ""Now I set sleep time,"" she pressed the buttons a number of times, ""and now time at work."" When she finished she stepped back, turned to me, smiled and said, ""Okay, all is in harmony.""
+""Harmony?""
+""Yes, yes, working properly, right?""
+""I guess.""
+""Look, here is my... my card. You have problem, you call me.""
+""Okay, thanks,"" I said following her back to the door.
+Stepping through the door she said, ""I will come back next week and check you?""
+""Check me?""
+""For harmony, the air conditioner working.""
+""Oh, oh, yes, okay.""
+""A beautiful day,"" she said, grabbing my hand and shaking it.
+""Beautiful day,"" I repeated.
+""Beautiful day, beautiful sky. It's so big here, big sky.""
+""Yes, yes it is,"" I said. I then watched her walk back to her van. For as tall as she was she was remarkably graceful in her movement. She looked back and smiled, so I waved.
+Well, the ac worked fine the rest of the week and I had forgotten she said she'd be back to check on things, so when the doorbell rang while I was in the shower, I simply wrapped myself in a towel and headed for the door. I figured it was either the Fed-Ex guy or someone I could run off by just peeking around the door.
+Instead I found myself staring at the tall, dark haired woman while I was clad in just a towel. I slowly looked around the corner of the door and said, ""Oh, I forgot you said you'd be back. Let me get some clothes on.""
+""No, it is not necessary, I just will check the set, see if there is harmony.""
+""Just give me a second and...""
+She pushed the door and said, ""Is not a problem."" She slipped past me completely oblivious to my state of undress.
+To get to my room I had to follow her down the hall. She stopped at the thermostat and studied it and in doing so, she blocked the hall. Well, not completely, but I didn't think I could comfortably get between her and the wall.
+She suddenly bent over looking at something on the return air grill and in doing so gave me a slight glimpse of skin between her shirt and pants. I had heard of plumber's crack but this peek was certainly more attractive than any plumber's I had seen. Of course, the soft, curving view inspired me as my cock quickly hardened.
+Before I could make the appropriate adjustment to conceal my erection, the woman stood up and turned to me. Although I froze, the prominent tent in the towel in front of me was embarrassingly obvious. I smiled, but noticed her gaze was downward.
+""Your system is in harmony. You are pleased?""
+""Oh yes, yes. The temperature is fine.""
+""Something else pleases you?""
+""Ah, well, ah...""
+""I think something else pleases you,"" she said, her eyes still fixed below my waist.
+""I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...""
+""No, do not be sorry. I sometimes see men speak to me in this manner.""
+""Speak to you?""
+Reaching her hand down and lightly running over the bulge in the towel she whispered, ""Speak to me like this.""
+""I'm sorry, I didn't mean...""
+""No, no, do not be sorry. I have needed a man to speak to me like this. Will you speak to me more?""
+""More? How?""
+She grabbed my free hand and pulled it up to her breast, ""Speak to me like this.""
+I gently squeezed her breast with my hand and said, ""Like this?""
+Leaning back against the wall she nodded. I dropped my towel and moved both hands to her breasts. As I squeezed them she began kicking off her shoes and unfastening her pants. I quickly began unbuttoning her blouse and gently pulling her towards the bedroom.
+By the time we reached the bed, all she was wearing were her panties. I kneeled in front of her, worked her panties down and then buried my face in her furry bush. She spread her legs wide apart as I reached up, grabbed her ass with my hands and pushed my tongue up between her lips and deep into her pussy.
+I looked up and saw her looking down at me between her large breasts. As I ran my tongue up between her lips to her clit, I watched her eyes close and her lips tighten. Her hands wrapped around my head as she pulled me to her.
+She breathed loudly and as I sucked her clit up between my lips she groaned and ""Come, I am come."" I quickly moved my hand around and pushed my fingers up inside her immediately feeling the pulsations. Releasing my head from her hands, she fell back onto the bed, her legs spread wide.
+I kneeled there a moment, looking over her large legs, spread as they were, they seemed to cover the entire bed. Her pussy lips were open, curving so deliciously, a bit of her juices ran from the opening. Moving forward, I kneeled on the bed between her legs and leaned my cock onto her soft lips. My cock seemed dwarfed next to her long, curving slit, but as it slipped into her, it felt wonderfully snug.
+I moved slowly at first, watching her breasts move slowly as her body received each thrust. As I quickened my pace her breasts seemed to move in a circular motion, her dark, hard nipples bouncing each time our stomachs slapped together. It wasn't long before she was lifting her ass up off the bed, meeting each thrust of mine with her own thrust that actually seemed to lift me in the air some.
+She moaned loudly and said, ""I come again, yes, yes again.""
+I continued my thrusting and the combination of watching face as she came, feeling the pulsations up and down my cock and seeing her breasts bounce in rhythm with our movements simply drove me over the edge. Arching my back, I plunged my cock into her soaking pussy and came, spurting my hot, white cum into her again and again.
+After coming, I collapsed onto her, where she wrapped her legs and arms around me, holding me tight. I didn't move for the longest time, just enjoying the feel of her completely enveloping me in her body. My cock slowly shrank and then slipped out of her, falling limply against her ass.
+""You have fallen from me,"" she whispered.
+""Yes,"" was all I said.
+""I am suddenly lonely again, I want you inside me.""
+""I want to be inside you.""
+Grabbing my hand, she guided me down between her legs. I pushed two fingers into her, feeling them slide easily into the mixture of our juices.
+""Put more, more fingers,"" she whispered, her breath quickening.
+I slipped two more fingers into her so only my thumb was not inside her. She began moving her hips up and down so I turned my hand to where the thumb rubbed against her clit as I moved four fingers in and out of her opening.
+""Deeper, deeper, more..."" she moaned. She then reached down and pushed my hand against her, shoving my fingers in deeper. Moving my thumb from her clit, I made a fist, which she pushed against herself until, her wet pussy opened up and swallowed my entire hand. ""Now fuck me,"" she gasped.
+I pulled my hand out slightly and then pushed it in, just a short ways at first but then deeper and deeper. When I went in past my wrist I slowed some, but she kept pushing against me so I shoved my fist deeper. I finally came against something solid feeling and then backed my hand out. Moving back and forth I continued as she lifted her hips driving me deep into her.
+Her head now moved back and forth and her breasts were flopping all over her body as she moved. There was a large wet stain on the bed where her juices flowed down my arm and dripped onto the sheets. Finally, when it seemed as if she wanted, needed to draw my entire am, my entire body into her pussy, she came, hissing loudly as cunt pulsed on my arm, squeezing it, sucking on it as her juices poured down to my elbow.
+It was only when she collapsed back onto the bed with a loud whine that I slowly began pulling my arm and fist from her pussy. I could feel the soft walls as they contracted over my fingers and gently helped push them out. When my fist finally reappeared from between her stretched lips, I let my head fall onto her thigh and I simply watched as her pussy slowly closed and her lips shrank back to a tight slit.
+I awoke the following morning as she was pulling her leg from under my head. I quickly grabbed at her, trying to pull her back to me but she said, ""No, no, I am late already.""
+""Can't we...""
+""No, no I have no time.""
+Grabbing her ass I leaned forward and kissed her pussy, pushing my tongue up between her lips, but she pushed me back.
+""I want to, but can't. If I am late I get fired, if I get fired I lose my Visa and have to go back.""
+""But what about...""
+""No I have to leave now,"" she said, pulling on her pants. She then slid on her shirt and headed out into the hallway. ""Your temperature is fixed now, I must go.""
+I walked out into the hallway and watched as the opened the door and stepped outside. She glanced back in at me and said, ""Such a big, beautiful sky,"" she then closed the door.
+I waited a moment, then turned and walked over to the thermostat. I began indiscriminately pushing buttons as number and lights began flashing. Oddly, it looked like I might need someone to work on the set again."
+278,The Set: True Colors,EHawkins,Chain Stories,2007-03-09,2007-03-09,2022-01-08 03:55:36,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-set-true-colors,Painting leads to a confession of love & her first time.,['Romance'],,"**Author's note:**
+ ** _""The Set""_** is a writing challenge where the object is to create a story around the words Charity, Harmony, Lavender, Painting, Remote, Skulk, Sky, Solace and Transform.
+ _This was a fun little challenge, and my thanks to **only_more_so** for organizing it._
+ _Enjoy!—EH_
+The setting sun streaked the sky with pale oranges and gentle lavenders. It was just as lavender as the ribbon he held in his hand—Tatiana's ribbon.
+For weeks, Erik skulked around the huge expanse of his uncle's manor, Covington Cross. He couldn't eat, couldn't sleep. All he saw was Tatiana and the beautiful lavender ribbon she'd wear around her pale neck or in her soft, auburn hair. Erik moved away from the large picture window of the sitting room. In the corner, there was the tall, majestic harp that she played sometimes in the evening, while his uncle and her father sipped brandy and smoked cigars. There was also a painting with a white sheet thrown over it.
+ _You mustn't look, Erik!_ He heard her voice chide in his head. _It's not done!_
+ _Can I see it when it's finished?_
+Tatiana would only look at him with sparkling green eyes; eyes that meant to ward him off, but could never look hard enough to be stern.
+ _No…_ She'd say.
+Then Tatiana would smile, a secret, almost embarrassed, smile and shoo him away. Erik looked fondly at the sheet-covered canvas and idly wondered what she'd been working on so late at night sometimes. Was it even finished?
+Erik sighed. It was tempting to peek at the painting, to reestablish that connection with Tatiana that he longed for. His fingers grazed the sheet with one hand while held the lavender ribbon in the other. He closed his eyes for a moment and remembered the soft, chaste kiss on his cheek when they'd said their good-byes. It was sweet charity, deepened when she had surreptitiously pressed her ribbon into his hand out of sight of his uncle and her father.
+""Tatiana…"" Erik murmured, as he touched his cheek and remembered the sweet brush of her lips.
+ _I wanted you—wanted to sweep you away, to taste your delicate mouth with my lips, to feel the warmth of your skin under my hands…_
+Her kiss had been as much sweet poison as it had been nepenthe, then. She had run in his veins since and there was no hope for solace unless he found it in her arms.
+""Master Erik?""
+Erik was abruptly brought out of his reverie and he carefully folded the ribbon up and put it in his vest pocket. He turned to see the house steward there, waiting patiently with something in his white-gloved hand.
+""A letter, young sir."" The steward said. ""From Miss Tatiana, I believe.""
+Erik's heart suddenly jumped. He took the letter from the steward's white gloved hand and gave him a nod.
+""Thank you.""
+The steward left, and Erik quickly opened the letter, his mind racing with all the possibilities that Tatiana's words could hold.
+ _Dearest Erik,_ he read. _I hope this finds you well. Father and I have made it safely back to Sussrey, just before the snow. Are you staying warm in Covington? I pray winter has not come to pass too quickly there._
+Erik smiled at the letter as he read it. He could almost hear the soft, gentle warmth of Tatiana's voice with him in the sitting room again.
+ _I wanted to thank you and your uncle for your hospitality this past fall. It was such a pleasure to stay at Covington Cross. My father so misses your uncle and I can see why he admires him so; he is a kind, educated man with an easy way about him. It's no wonder they became such good friends while they still taught at the university._
+ _It was also my pleasure to have met you, Erik. You were very kind, and I have many fond memories to keep me warm in Sussrey until we meet again. Father says that we'll come again next fall and it is my hope that your uncle will be gracious enough to have us._
+Tatiana would come to Covington again next fall! Erik could hardly believe what he read, and he read it over again. To have her here again, to have her beautiful smile light up the halls, or the soothing sound of the harp in the evening would be divine. To be able to gaze at her again while she painted and perhaps steal a kiss sent a shiver through him.
+He read on, and his brow suddenly furrowed a bit.
+ _In parting, I have but a small request, Erik. I am embarrassed to say that I may have left one of my paintings in the sitting room. Forgive me for being such a terrible guest and not removing it before I left. If you could kindly dispose of it for me, I would deeply appreciate it._
+ _I hope that we will see each other again next fall—it would be most delightful!_
+ _Thank you again, Erik. It is my fondest wish that we meet again._
+ _Yours in faith,_
+ _Tatiana Auvere_
+Erik folded up the letter and put it safely in his breast pocket of his vest with Tatiana's lavender ribbon as he looked at the covered painting. He couldn't fathom why she might want it destroyed and not kept until her next visit.
+ _It can't be that terrible._ Erik thought. _She's done some fine, smaller paintings…_
+At his uncle's insistence, some of those smaller paintings remained and they hung in the sitting room to brighten it a bit. Tatiana did, indeed, have an uncanny talent for the arts…
+ _It would be a shame to destroy it, but if that's what she wants…_
+Erik went to tie up the canvas in its sheet. He left the sitting room, intent on taking it out to where rubbish was disposed of and breaking it up. He remembered the many nights that he'd spied on Tatiana while she painted. Her beautiful face was so intense as she poured herself into her work. He remembered the sound of her brush sweeping along the canvas and the flush of excitement he felt as he watched her feverishly paint what she wouldn't allow him to see.
+ _Next fall._ Erik mused to himself. _Such a long time until I see Tatiana again..._
+He clutched the painting a little tighter as he walked down the elegant halls of Covington. The closer he came to going out, the more he couldn't bring himself to destroy it. Instead, Erik made for the staircase, took it up to his room and closed the door behind him. He set the painting up on the edge of the windowsill in front of drawn, dark curtains.
+For a long time, he debated on whether he should open it. At last, his curiosity got the better of him. Erik undid the ties of the white sheet and it slid away. He stared at the painting with mixed shock and disbelief.
+ _This… Tatiana seems so innocent,_ Erik thought. _But this is no work of an innocent mind!_
+He brushed the painting with shaky fingers, felt the texture and ripple of paint under them. Erik's shock at what Tatiana's hand had painted all those late nights, started to turn to arousal. His cock was suddenly, almost painfully hard…
+""Tatiana,"" Erik gasped as he stroked himself faster and faster to the erotic painting before him. ""So beautiful!""
+Erik's eyes fluttered closed and a soft moan escaped him as he pitched forward and grasped the windowsill with his free hand. The soft delicate, breast that his fingers had grazed in the painting became Tatiana's.
+""Want you,"" he uttered as he pumped his cock faster in his hand. ""Sweet Tatiana…""
+Erik gritted his teeth and grunted softly as he came. His eyes slowly opened to gaze at the painting that had brought him such pleasure.
+ _Why didn't you tell me?_
+He went to the wash basin, poured water into the cool, white porcelain bowl and washed off. He wrapped up the painting in its white sheet and carefully stowed it in his closet, safe from prying eyes. With Tatiana's beautiful painting, next fall didn't seem so far away now.
+****
+The summer landscape was slowly transformed by fall's fiery color as August gave way to September. Erik held one of Tatiana's letters in his hand:
+ _Dearest Erik,_
+ _I hope this finds you well. Father and I are leaving Sussrey and we hope to be at Covington Cross within two weeks. It was very generous of your uncle to have us again, and father and I are grateful._
+ _I'm looking forward to spending evenings in the sitting room, playing the harp again, and painting in the gardens. Covington is so beautiful in the fall and I long to capture its beauty again on the canvas._
+ _Though I miss the peace and harmony of Covington, I miss you more. Do you still have my ribbon—the lavender one that I gave before? As remote as Sussrey seems from Covington, I feel it binds us together._
+ _I'm so looking forward to seeing you again, Erik._
+ _Yours in Faith,_
+ _Tatiana Auvere_
+Erik looked out the window of the sitting room and saw a carriage coming down the lane in the distance. It had been so long since he'd seen her, and there was no mention of the painting…
+ _She misses me, Erik_ thought, _but…_
+The carriage drew closer to Covington and Erik sighed as he went downstairs to await Tatiana's return.
+****
+From the carriage's window, Tatiana saw the bold fall landscape stretch before them, and Covington Cross was just on the hill. Her father was going on about something, and every once in a while, she nodded and said ""Yes, father"" so the conversation wasn't so terribly one-sided.
+ _Oh Erik,_ Tatiana thought. _I hope you got rid of that dreadful painting…_
+She anxiously clasped her hands in her lap, and her father seemed not to notice as he rambled on.
+ _What if he…_
+Tatiana couldn't even bear the thought of what Erik might've done if he had looked at it. She pushed the thought away abruptly, embarrassed, as the carriage pulled up to Covington. The huge manor was as impressive as Tatiana remembered, and there at the carriage's door, was Erik. Her eyes were wide for a moment and then the curtain she held open fell across the carriage's window again.
+The footman opened the door, and Erik was there, waiting patiently. He smiled and held out his hand to her.
+""Miss Tatiana,"" he smiled, ""Welcome, again, to Covington Cross.""
+Tatiana suddenly, desperately wished she had her fan to hide the blush that warmed her cheeks just now. She shyly reached out for Erik's hand and he helped her down the carriage's small steps. His hand was so warm, so gentle in hers, but she couldn't bring herself to look up at him. All she could think of was the painting and whether or not it had been disposed of.
+ _How do I… How can I even ask of it now?_ She thought. _It's one thing to ask in a letter, but in person?_
+Tatiana felt her arm lifted and she looked up to see Erik thread hers in his.
+""Is everything alright, Tatiana?"" he asked, as he led her away from her father and his uncle who'd just come out to greet them.
+""I…""
+Her breath suddenly caught in her chest. She'd forgotten how handsome Erik was up close. His short, dark hair was playfully tousled by the autumn wind as he walked her into the manor; his brown eyes were soft and warm. Tatiana swallowed, and suddenly looked away as they entered the manor's foyer.
+Erik's brow furrowed. He stopped and gently took Tatiana's face in his hands.
+""Are you certain everything's alright?""
+""Erik… The painting—did you--""
+Erik went to answer her, but he was interrupted by his uncle's boisterous voice.
+""Ah!"" he bellowed good-naturedly. ""There you two are—catching up already, I see. Let's all get reacquainted again over dinner, then, shall we?""
+Tatiana gave a polite nod and Erik sighed softly.
+ _The painting…_ he thought as he followed Tatiana, Tatiana's father and his uncle to the dining room. _Of course she wants to know about it. I kept it… How do I tell her that I kept it? Should I even?_
+He didn't know, and helped Tatiana with her chair as they sat down for dinner.
+****
+ _Meet me in my room when everyone's retired for the night; we can talk then…_
+ _\--Erik._
+Tatiana closed her hand over Erik's note. A servant had discreetly slipped it to her in between the sets she played on the harp after dinner. Erik had watched her all evening, anxious to talk with her beyond polite conversation without the interference of her father or his uncle, but neither of them could find an opening to break away.
+She made her way down the dim, yet extravagant wood-paneled halls of the manor to Erik's room. The door was closed, and she knocked, but there was no answer. Tatiana tried the door knob. It was unlocked and she let herself in.
+""Erik?"" Tatiana called out softly.
+She blew out her candle and set it next to the oil lamp that flickered softly on a small table next to his bed.
+ _Where is h—_
+""Oh,"" Tatiana managed, barely audible, when she caught sight of the sheet, covered canvas on the easel. ""No…""
+Tatiana's hand shook as she reached out for the sheet. It slid off and her hand fluttered to her mouth.
+""Erik,"" she barely managed. ""How could you?""
+Tatiana stared at her own painting, mortified that it hadn't been destroyed. She tried to cover it up but her fingers felt so clumsy as she struggled with the sheet.
+""Tatiana?""
+Tatiana turned abruptly and saw Erik standing in the doorway of his room. Her mouth trembled as tears of humiliation rolled down her cheeks.
+""Tatiana,"" Erik said quietly as he closed the door behind him, ""I can explain… Let me--""
+All Tatiana could do was shake her head and she darted towards the door. Erik caught her around the waist and held her to him.
+""Erik,"" Tatiana wept as tears streamed down her face, ""Let me go…""
+Erik held Tatiana tighter.
+""Let me explain!""
+""How could you, Erik!"" she cried. ""I asked you to destroy that painting, and here it is, in your very room, no less!""
+""I admit I couldn't bring myself to do it."" Erik said. ""But when I saw what was on that canvas, I…""
+Erik reached out for the sheet that partially obscured Tatiana's painting and snatched it away.
+""Look at it, Tatiana."" he said softly.
+Tatiana shook her head against Erik's chest. He gently slid a hand into her auburn curls and turned her face towards it.
+""Look...""
+Tatiana slowly raised her eyes and she was confronted with her own painting and her own desires once again. She and Erik were there on the canvas, entwined. Her hands were high above her head and his hands were lace in hers as the made love in front of the fireplace in the sitting room.
+""It's such a beautiful, sensuous painting."" Erik said softly as he nuzzled Tatiana's cheek. ""Of us. Together.""
+""When you left, all I could think of was you. Your face filled my waking and my dreams… All I hand was your gentle kiss, your ribbon, and the memory of the soft, sweet scent of roses and lavender in your hair.""
+""Erik…"" Tatiana uttered as a shiver ran through her at his soft, yet strong voice.
+""It made me so happy, Tatiana, to know you desired me. Sussrey is so remote, but with your painting, you were always near. I always felt you…""
+There was silence for a moment, as Erik swept away some of Tatiana's curls and kissed her temple. One hand glided down her neck until his fingers barely touched the lacey bodice of her night gown. Erik smiled at how Tatiana's breath hitched in her chest at his touch.
+""Do you still feel the same as when you painted this?""
+Tatiana stared at the canvas, at them, and fiercely blushed. As much as she tried to deny herself, she couldn't suppress the sudden rush of arousal she felt.
+""I…"" Tatiana stared. ""I couldn't get you from my head. I couldn't tell you—I was too…""
+She sighed and gripped at Erik's arm that was still around her waist.
+""…I tried to distract myself with the harp, with painting, but you always seemed to find your way through. Late one night, I couldn't sleep, and the canvas became my lover. I painted us, but I could never tell you. I thought… I thought you'd be angry.""
+Erik turned Tatiana towards him and brushed the tears from her eyes.
+""Angry about what?"" he said softly. ""Doing the painting, or … wanting me to make love to you?""
+Tatiana smiled weakly, sadly.
+""The painting,"" she managed. ""I thought you'd be upset about it. It was stupid of me to forget it, to have even _done_ it. I should've gotten rid of it myself. I was… afraid that if I told you how I felt that you wouldn't… that you wouldn't hear of it.""
+Suddenly, Erik picked up Tatiana and carried her to his bed. He gently laid her down and she stared up at him, wide-eyed.
+""Erik, what… what are you doing?""
+""I'm not angry, Tatiana. There's no shame in your painting or wanting me.""
+Erik crawled on the bed and lay on his side next to her; he kissed her softly on the mouth.
+""I love you, Tatiana."" He whispered, ""I've loved you since the first I've known you.""
+Erik took Tatiana's small slender hand and pressed it to the bulge in his pants. He gasped at her tentative touch and wide eyes as she discovered him for the first time.
+""Ask me, Tatiana."" He husked against her lips as he pressed his aching cock against her hand. ""Ask me to make love to you…""
+Erik felt Tatiana's lips tremble against his. Her breath was warm as he teased her lips with gentled kisses.
+""Ask me…"" he chanted softly over and over as he kissed her neck and her pale, delicate jaw. ""Ask me…""
+The feel of Erik's cock gently thrusting in her hand, even through his breeches, and his kisses made Tatiana so very wet.
+""Erik,"" Tatiana moaned softly. ""Please—make love to me…""
+Erik suddenly crushed his mouth to Tatiana's. He kissed her with all the pent up longing and passion that he'd nursed in her absence. It had become so great that not even gazing upon the painting could satisfy him. The only thing that could bring solace to his need was Tatiana.
+Tatiana's hands grasped at his vest, while Erik's jerked at the soft, white cotton of her night gown. Pearl buttons popped off as he devoured her and he hauled her upright. Tatiana's night gown was over her head and her panties were off before she could say anything. Erik was already throwing off his own clothes...
+In the dim flicker of the oil lamps, Tatiana descended to the soft pillows and feathered down of the bed again, with Erik above her. She felt him try to part her legs, but she held them shut. Erik's warm, silky cock brushed against the top of her thigh and there was a flicker of fear in her green eyes.
+""I've never..."" Tatiana whispered.
+""Sweet Tatiana…"" Erik soothed as he stroked auburn curls away from her face. ""We'll go slow, I promise you.""
+Tatiana felt one of Erik's hands move down her thigh and gently part her legs. She felt him stroke through her silky curls to her swollen lips, and she gasped.
+""Erik!""
+""That's it…"" he smiled as he kissed a breast, and nuzzled the soft valley between.
+Erik slipped a finger inside her and Tatiana cried out. He kissed her deeply, delving into her mouth as he tasted her first cries of pleasure.
+""Feels good, doesn't it?"" He whispered as he gently slid his finger between her soft, swollen lips.
+She managed to nod through the pleasurable haze as her hips started to slowly, shyly rock against Erik's hand.
+""I want to be inside you…"" he whispered and kissed Tatiana on the forehead.
+Erik withdrew his finger and Tatiana whimpered even as she blushed at his words. He settled between her legs; the tip of his cock poised against her soft, swollen lips. Erik laced one of his hands in with hers while the other wound itself in her hair.  
+""Tatiana…"" he breathed.
+Two flickering shadows on the wall became one as Erik slowly sank into the tight, wet, warmth of Tatiana's quim. Tatiana looked up him with bright green eyes full of surprised pleasure as she took his cock in little by little. She reached up to caress his face and he nuzzled the inside of her palm with her nose. When Tatiana raised her hips, to invite him deeper, they both felt his cock press against her hymen…
+""Tatiana, forgive me…""
+Erik pressed his lips to hers and suddenly flicked his hips forward hard. Tatiana gave a muffled cry as her nails dug into his back. They lay there together for long moments, he deep inside her, and his hands felt the tears on her face. To see them, nearly brought him to his own until Tatiana reached up kissed them away before they could fall.
+""It's alright, Erik"" she breathed heavy against his cheek as the pain started to fade. ""It's alright.""
+""I only promise you pleasure from now on."" he said softly. ""I swear…""
+Erik felt Tatiana nod against his shoulder, and he started to move slowly, deeply inside her. After a moment, Erik rose up on his hands and watched the sensuous play of lamp light spill across her face as the last of her pain was transformed into bliss.
+""Erik…"" Tatiana gasped as her hands wandered to his face and down his chest. ""I… Oh, god—Erik!""
+A delicious burst of orgasm suddenly washed over Tatiana as Erik kept his gentle rhythm.
+""Tatiana, sweet Tatiana…"" he murmured as he dropped down to kiss her. ""I've longed for you, I love you. Come for me…""
+She cried out softly again in the wake of her pleasure and her whole body trembled against his. Tatiana's sweet voice, still honeyed with pleasure that left her breathless, was too much for him. Erik's eyes drifted closed as a hand found its way into her soft hair. His hips gently flicked between her legs as his cock slid faster and faster, and he pulled Tatiana up to him.
+""Tatiana!"" Erik moaned into her mouth as he came. ""Tatiana…""
+He slowed, and for long moments they lay there. Erik kissed Tatiana on her neck and face before he gently rolled her so she was on top. Erik was still hard inside her as his fingers grazed the delicate line of her jaw.
+""So beautiful…"" he said as he smiled up at her softly.
+""Erik,"" Tatiana whispered softly as she settled on his chest. ""Erik, my love…""
+Erik felt Tatiana's warm tears of joy on his skin and he held her tightly as they drifted off to sleep.
+****
+The first rays of dawn crept through the curtains of Erik's room, and Tatiana was awakened by the soft harmony of birds at the window outside. She shifted in Erik's arms and lay on her side as she brushed his dark hair away from his brow. He looked so handsome in his sleep and she gently kissed his lips.
+Erik stirred and he smiled up at her before he pulled her down for a kiss of his own. His hands idly roamed Tatiana's gentle curves and it sent a shiver of delight through her.
+""What will we do now?"" Tatiana asked quietly. ""Will I ever see you again after father and I leave?""
+Erik took Tatiana's hand and kissed it softly.
+""I'll ask your father for your hand. You'll go back to Riverdale with me and we'll bewed. It won't be as… extravagant as this, but you'll be comfortable.""
+He pulled her down to him and gently kissed her on her forehead.
+""We'll never be apart again, I promise you.""
+""Erik,"" she whispered, as tears glistened in her eyes, ""I'll always be at your side…""
+Tatiana kissed Erik softly. She smiled as she snuggled against his warm body. It had been worth doing the painting after all…"
+279,The Set: Union Files a Grievance,Bakeboss,Chain Stories,2010-02-07,2010-02-07,2022-01-08 03:55:38,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-set-union-files-a-grievance,He is called on for his personal tool.,['Oral'],4.07,"""I'm telling you Joe we are not in violation of the contract and this hearing is just a waste of time.""
+""That's what you always say Robb and yet most of the time you are breaching our work agreement.""
+Robb Handel was bluffing and he could tell that Joe Vasquez knew it. Yet what could he do, he was stuck between the proverbial rock and hard place. He knew he could not single out one union man to do a particular job that it went by seniority but this was different. It wasn't his idea to give preferential treatment to Sam Coldworth; he couldn't care less if Sam ever worked again. No, it wasn't his idea it was Judy's who wanted Sam in her trailer it seemed like every day, to fix this or that. It just that Sam made Judy happy and if Miss Judy Blue was happy it made for a happy set and a happy set finished on time and under budget.
+""Joe I need you to work with me here, what can I do to make this problem go away?""
+""Believe me Robb I'm stuck here too, once the grievance is filed I have to show some kind of resolution, these things go to the labor board. The only way you can pick Sam to do a job is if everyone who has more seniority is already working. That's what the contract says and we have to stick to it.""
+Robb thought, this is great now not only do I have to pay a guy forty bucks an hour to keep Judy happy I have to pay everyone on the board above him too. Yet what could he do, it was a no brainer, even a thousand or so an hour was still a bargain compared to a million five or so a day for over runs.
+""Oh Sam, I'm having problems with that light again, can you come to my trailer and take a look at it?""
+""Sure Miss. Blue just let me tell my foreman, so he'll know where I am.""
+Lucky for Robb Handel there were only three men on the board not working when Sam Coldworth reported to Judy Blue's trailer. Sam knocked on the door and entered when he heard her say come. Inside the beautiful and talented Judy Blue, sat at her dressing table as she talked on the phone. She waved through the mirror and then simply turned around and pointed at her mid section. As she had her costume off and was sitting dressed only in her bra and panties Sam knew what she wanted. She spread her legs as he knelt before her and when he put his lips to the crotch of her panties, she put her feet on his shoulders and her free hand to the back of his head. He nestled his nose in her cleft just to tease as she liked it while she continued to talk on the phone as if he wasn't even in the room. He found her clit engorged and waiting for him and he gave her a tender bite and received a whack on his head for his rashness but when he looked up to her face he could tell she liked it.
+It was time for him to do his job so he pulled her panties aside and pushed his tongue deep inside her while the tip of his nose tickled her clitoris. Soon he heard her say,
+""Just a sec hon, I have another call hold on I'll get rid of them,"" and then to Sam, ""Oh god right there don't stop, oh yes, oh yes ah, ah ahhh.""
+Then just like that back to the phone,
+""Yeah babe just my agent, so anyway...""
+Sam wasn't listening; he just couldn't understand how such a talented ingénue could turn into a vapid mindless woman once she put a phone to her ear. As for Sam, he went back to work; he knew one orgasm was never enough for Miss. Judy Blue. Yeah you sure couldn't beat this job, pleasuring a beautiful and famous woman while being paid. It was such a rush to make her whimper with his tongue and although she was a talented actress she didn't believe in fake orgasms, she made Sam work until the job was done. At least for her next climax she said good-bye, disconnected, and there by free to use both hands to hold Sam in place as she came on his face.
+Judy's orgasm was so wild she had to push his face away to catch her breath. He stood up and swept her up in his arms, then carried her to her day bed. She lay there watching this man with the hidden talents take off his clothes. Judy always knew she led a fortunate life but even she was surprised with the luck of finding Sam. They met at a wrap party for her husband's film that she attended. She was bored and drank too much and Jack asked Sam to take her home and to make sure she stayed there. Oh, Judy knew all he really wanted was to nail that skank co-star of his and he thought by sending her home with the help she would be a good girl and stay out of trouble. Well she'd show him as she took this worker upstairs and nailed him in her husband's bed. She did it just to spite Jack but ended up finding the most talented lover in Hollywood and maybe the whole city.
+Sam liked the way that she watched him undress it always made him feel good about himself. He knew he was just a diversion, a sex toy but so what was wrong with that. He let her put the rubber on him, as she always liked doing it and hell; he just liked her touching his cock. He climbed on top of her firm young body so lily white and flawless. Once inside her he leaned down to kiss and instead she began to lick her juices off his face. He couldn't believe how hot this woman was and he was determined to coax another orgasm out of her. He began long slow strokes as he kissed her neck and bit her ear lobes. He reached up and pulled her bra off her breasts and up around her neck. He made sure his nipples rubbed against hers as they rode each other back and forth. She grabbed his hair with both hands and held him close and as she came, she screamed his name. That was what Sam was waiting for and he came with her.
+Once it was over and now sated she had no time for Sam and hurried him out of her trailer so she could get ready for her next scene. On the set she walked by him as if she had no idea, who he was, while he stood there waiting for his next job. He said to himself it didn't bother him but he knew it did, and yet what right did he have to want more. No one from his old neighborhood could have guessed he would turn out to be a real live movie star fucker. Yet there was one who could have guessed, it was his stage class teacher, Mrs. Thatcher for you see she not only taught him about being a stagehand she taught him how to pleasure a lady."
+280,The Sibling Diaries,Intimate Confessions,Chain Stories,2003-02-11,2003-08-13,2022-01-08 03:55:39,4,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-sibling-diaries-ch-01,1. Thorn in my backside (rose in my hand). 2. An old obsession and a new girlfriend 3. That afternoon. 4. A Secret revealed!,"['Direction Hand', 'Gretta Continued', 'Guess Mind', 'Looked Gretta', 'Lousy Kisser', 'Resumed Masturbating', 'Rigid Erection', 'Swallow Water', 'Trapping Hand', 'Warm Urine']",4.66,"_Prologue_
+A word to the reader
+One of the first rules of semantics states, ""The map is not the territory, the word is not the thing."" Words, in and of themselves are harmless. It is people who attach meaning to them, or take certain actions based upon them.
+Many people, men and women, fantasize about incest. As a fantasy it's pretty harmless, as a reality it is destructive to those who are involved, especially young people who are victimized by older persons.
+This story is intended to titillate, to arouse and to entertain. It is intended to rock your world. Enjoy it responsibly. It is a joint effort between a man and a woman to write an erotic story that is arousing to both genders. Don't bother skipping ahead to the dirty parts. Much of what makes them dirty in the first place is the unfolding situation that gets you there. In writing this, we are trying to create an experience that you, the reader can join in so that when we shudder in an agony of delight, you the reader can also be a part of the agony and the delight. How true is this story? It's as true as you want it to be. No animals were harmed or law broken in the creation of this story.
+\- Intimate Confessions
+ **THE ROSE (MY SISTER GRETTA)**
+I should have known I was biting off more than I could chew when I signed the lease to this apartment. Actually, the word apartment is really not adequate to describe my place, penthouse is more like it. Although technically I'm not on the top floor, I might as well be.
+Glass walls with a sunken living room overlooking the bay and the Golden Gate Bridge plus 1500 feet of living space, it's more like a house sitting on top of the city.
+After I saw the steam room, the gourmet kitchen and wine pantry, I was putty in the leasing agent's hands. It was the height of the dot-com boom and I foresaw no difficulty in meeting the rather steep leasing payments. After all, I was on top of the world, a rising writer in one of the nations' leading e magazines. I signed a five-year lease to mitigate the payments a little and settled in to a style of life to which I was rapidly becoming accustomed.
+Now, three years later with the benefit of hindsight, I count myself lucky to be working at all. 'Still employed, but not quite making ends meet.
+I'm not standing on the street with a sign or anything, but the apartment is eating me alive. I had to do something. My situation was getting desperate, and the view… Oh God, I can't believe that I'm asking my sister to share the space with me.
+I should be happy and grateful that she wound up landing a job in the same city I live and work in. I thought after she finished school in Texas she'd be moving back to Chicago where our parents live. Turns out her new employer made her an offer she couldn't refuse. Good for me, I guess…
+THE THORN
+(WHY I WORRY ABOUT THIS ARRANGEMENT)
+There are two very good reasons I find myself nervous about this arrangement.
+First, my lifestyle is, well, somewhat libertine. That is to say, one of the primary reasons I took out the lease on this mansion in the sky was to get laid as often as possible. I'm happy to report that for the past couple of years have seen a steady stream of young women fall prey to the atmosphere and ambience I have so painstakingly cultivated. But unfortunately, I'm sorry to say my sister Gretta, with one or two notable exceptions is a bit of a prude. We came from a rather conservative family back in Chicago and I'm afraid she may not approve of my rather randy lifestyle.
+The second and utterly secret reason is that… Well, I have always been attracted to her. Maybe not always, but for a while now. I'm going to explain the circumstances that caused this situation and you will understand that there are reasons why I'm more than a little nervous about this arrangement.
+Now, don't misunderstand me, I'm no pervert and I would never actually consider initiating any kind of sexual thing with Gretta, but the attraction is definitely there and has been every since an incident occurred about four years ago. Not only is it there, but I'm pretty sure the attraction is still mutual.
+Gretta knows what I'm talking about and hopefully she has thought long and hard about the ramifications of our decision and is approaching living in the same apartment with the iron resolve necessary for such an arrangement.. We made a promise to each other four years ago that so far we've been able to live up to.
+Let me explain…
+Four years ago when we both lived at home Gretta and I were flying back from visiting an aunt and uncle in Las Vegas, Nevada. We had been in the air about forty five minutes when the pilot announced the plane was being diverted to Denver, Colorado because Midway was snowed in.
+When we arrived at Denver International, we called home and our parents booked a room for us at an airport hotel in Aurora. When we went to pick up our bags, we discovered they had been placed on another plane bound for Chicago Midway and that flight had been diverted to New Mexico. Long story short, the only clothing we had was in a bag I was carrying with me. The only clothing Gretta had she was wearing.
+I should mention that this was one of those days I would define as a ""horny day."" For those of you who are long past adolescence, this means that I was very aware of every female in my visual range and I'm ashamed to say this included Gretta.
+My sister's a couple of inches shorter than I am, but despite her slender athletic figure, she is utterly feminine. While nature has not given her large breasts, her long legs more than make up for any perceived shortcoming of cleavage. She accentuates her legs by wearing skirts that show them off to their best advantage and was doing so on the afternoon in question. Add to these assets, long blonde hair, green eyes and a killer smile, and you have a girl who would stand out in any crowd.
+As we made our way to the hotel van, her lips were turned down in an uncharacteristic pout as she considered the next sixteen hours without a change of clothes.
+""Don't worry Gretta,"" We threaded our way through the milling crowds to the terminal exit. ""I've got an extra nightshirt in my carry along that you can borrow. After all, maybe it's for the best, I've seen some of the outfits you sleep in at home…""
+Gretta laughed, her frown disappearing like a rain shower in a beam of sunlight. ""I guess I can survive one night without my wardrobe.""
+Sitting next to her in the van, I couldn't help but notice the way her skirt rode up on her firm smooth legs as she crossed them and leaned back, waiting for the van to get to the hotel. I should say that I noticed this in the dispassionate and very proper manner that any brother would notice such a thing. Besides there were two other women who boarded the van with us and I spent the remainder of the trip watching them, especially one who was wearing a V neck top that showed just the hint of the tops of her breasts. As I said, it was indeed a horny day for me and I was alive to the sexual possibilities… Even the most remote and unlikely chances seemed… Well, possible.
+We got the hotel, checked in, ate dinner at the restaurant and retired to our room for the night. I went into the bathroom and changed into my nightshirt, a flannel plaid eyesore that was warm and fuzzy. When I emerged I handed Gretta my extra which was more of an oversized T-shirt, but more than enough to provide her with modest nightwear. At least, I thought that was the case.
+When she emerged wearing my nightshirt, I realized that it was much shorter then I remembered and exposed all but the top three or four inches of her remarkable legs.
+I put my eyes back in my head. ""Oh my… Gretta, I'm… I'm sorry. Look, my shirt is bigger… Uhm, we can switch.""
+But she only laughed. ""I guess I'll stick with what I'm wearing, if I have to choose between a little skimpy and butt ugly, I'll stick with what I've got.""
+I could see the sense in what she was saying, after all, the shirt wasn't a whole lot shorter than the skirt she had been wearing all day.
+We both curled up on opposite ends of the couch, switching through the cable offerings on the TV. We watched the local news and a family movie on HBO.
+It was still pretty early in the evening when Gretta started channel surfing looking for another movie when she stumbled across the hotels' erotic channel. As luck would have it, the title of the movie just beginning was ""Sister's Helping Hand"".
+""Oh gross!"" Gretta squealed. ""Is this what I think it is?""
+""It looks like it. Why don't you go back to HBO and see what's on.""
+""In a minute. I want to see if the movie is as disgusting as the title.""
+Unlike many pornographic films, the movie was not disgusting. It consisted of a series of interviews with a supposed brother and sister who looked remarkably alike interspersed with short snippets of the same brother and sister masturbating with each other.
+Unlike many videos of this type, the interviews seemed genuine and the snippets showed what seemed to be two very aroused young people teasing each other. They acted with innocent sincerity and increasing excitement as they gradually moved from flirtatious conversation to gradual undressing and finally to mutual masturbation. This grew bolder as the movie progressed. At first, the girl was doing it sitting across from her ""brother"" while he sat and watched. Then they were sitting next to one another doing it together. Finally, they were touching each other, whispering together as they grew more aroused.
+I was glad to be sitting down. As the video unfolded I found myself becoming quite aroused. I chalked it up to being in close quarters with my sister for so long. It had been several days since I had the opportunity to relieve myself and I figured the sexual pressure was building up. I promised myself a good climax in the shower when I got up in the morning and in the meantime I could just suffer a little.
+Gretta was utterly silent as we both watched. Her face was flushed and her short shirt had ridden up exposing her panties but she didn't seem to notice. Her gaze was riveted on the screen as the girl rubbed her brother's erect cock against her pussy. The girl was whispering ""You know we can't fuck, don't you?"" as she continued rubbing. Her brother nodded and shuddered.
+In the interviews, they each explained that they had begun doing it during a dry spell during dating and they gradually become sexually involved with each other. In each snippet, they were closer to each other, wearing less clothing and using more and more explicit language. You could tell that it was only a matter of time before their self-discipline broke down entirely.
+I thought we had been watching for about twenty minutes when Gretta turned to me. ""This really is as disgusting as the title, you don't suppose that they're actually related do you?""
+I looked at her. ""No, no, they're just a couple of actors reading a script… Uhm, in this case, a really sick, perverted script.""
+""You said it."" She switched back to HBO. I noticed that she seemed to be breathing a little heavily and chalked it up to outrage. I also saw that while it seemed we had only been watching for a short time, an hour had gone by; not twenty minutes.
+We watched for a while and Gretta was really quiet.
+""That's illegal isn't it?""
+""What?"" I was already absorbed in the movie, an action flick with plenty of explosions and a half- dressed romantic interest clinging to the leading man adoringly.
+""The brother and sister thing. silly. Isn't it against the law?""
+I thought for a minute. ""I think it is in most cultures, but in some places, people do it.""
+""What places?""
+""Well, in ancient Egypt, the royal family always married brother and sister.""
+""That's ancient history. Do people still do it today?""
+""What? Allow marriage between siblings? I don't think so, but apparently some people still want to… Or at least want to fool around.""
+""That's sick."" She looked pale, like she was going to throw up.
+""I know. I guess you'd have to be pretty hard up to try that."".""
+We continued watching the action movie. I went to the bathroom to answer a call of nature. When I returned in a few minutes, Gretta had been channel surfing and apparently returned to the same movie we'd been watching earlier. She was flushed and leaning forward in her seat as if to get a better view and she jumped when I walked in the room.
+She fumbled with the control, hitting several buttons before she clicked the ""off"" switch. ""I guess we'd better turn in, there's nothing good on.""
+I agreed, peeled off my nightshirt and clad only in underwear walked into our shared room. Ignoring a playful wolf whistle from Gretta, I pulled my covers back. We each climbed into our bed and shut off the lights.
+As we were drifting off to sleep, Gretta asked sleepily, ""Do you think I'm attractive?""
+""Of course, why do you ask?""
+""I was just wondering, sometimes I think I'm a little too skinny.""
+""You're just fine. If you weren't my sister, I'd date you.""
+""Really?"" She sounded very awake.
+""In a New York minute, sis. Now, can we get some shuteye?"" My eyes grew heavier by the moment.
+""Thank you, David."" Softly, the words drifted to me from across the room.
+""You're welcome."" I drifted off into sleep.
+I woke in the middle of the night from an improbably erotic dream with a throbbing, rigid erection. In my dream, Gretta and I were at a drive-in movie, kissing and making out like any normal adolescent couple. My hands were down her pants playing with a very slippery pussy and she was slowly stroking my hard cock, protruding from my entirely unzipped and unbuttoned pants. Her shirt was unbuttoned revealing the slight swell of her breasts. Her tongue was soft and warm in my mouth as she tried to spread her legs wider; trapping my hand inadvertently in her partially unzipped jeans.
+""Just my luck."" I opened my eyes in the darkened room. ""An unfinished wet dream in a hotel room with my sister sleeping four feet away.""
+But Gretta wasn't sleeping at all. She wasn't even in the room. A blue light from the sitting room glowed through a crack in the door. She was watching TV. ""Watching TV?""
+Before I had time to think about this, the blue light shining through the cracked door went out and the room was plunged into darkness. A moment later I heard the door open and the sound of Gretta moving across the room to her bed. I heard the blanket and sheet pulled down and the bed creak slightly as she climbed in. The covers rustled as she pulled them up.
+In the silence of the darkened room, I heard Gretta turn over in bed and waited for the sound of her breathing to become regular. I figured once she was asleep I could slip into the bathroom and take care of my extremely hard dick without her being the wiser.
+Her breathing however didn't become regular. She kept moving around in her bed repositioning herself. She seemed to be holding her breath and letting it out in small gasps.
+""Was she crying?""
+That seemed unlikely. I'd been with her the entire trip and she seemed very happy all the time we were together, yet I could swear she was crying. It sounded like she was trying to stifle her sobs by holding her breath. There would be silence for maybe a minute and then she would release her breath in a slow controlled gasp.
+Then I heard another sound that I was unable to identify. It was a rhythmic sound coming from her side of the room. It seemed muffled and then I realized it was coming from under her covers.
+""What on earth is she doing?""
+I slowly turned in my bed and strained me ears and eyes to try to figure out what she was doing there in the dark. I was able to just make out her shape on the bed. Her knees were raised under the blanket and I was able to hear that muffled sound again. She gasped under her breath and the sound became a little louder and faster.
+""Is she doing what I think she's doing?""
+As if in reply she whimpered and took a deep ragged breath as the sound of her hand under the cover slowed and then sped up again.
+""I don't believe it; She's masturbating!""
+It took me a moment to understand. She thought I was asleep. She was getting herself off because she thought I wasn't awake.
+The realization of what she was doing hit me like a stroke of lightening. My erect cock, which had softened slightly as I waited for her to drift off to sleep, became instantly as rigid as tempered steel. A flame of raw excitement burned in my stomach and my entire body began to tingle.
+Suddenly she stopped and I thought my state of wakefulness had been detected, A moment later, however the snap of elastic and the faint sound of fabric slipping over skin told me she was slipping her panties off. I heard her sit up in bed and then could just detect her shadow folding her heavy comforter style blanket to her feet. That just made sense; the room was pretty warm.
+As she lay back down, I reached slowly down and touched the outline of my cock, which was standing as rigid as a flagpole despite the jockey shorts I was still wearing. They felt like they were about to tear, yet I didn't dare to ease myself out of the leg opening; I was far to hard to do that without making more noise than a sleeping person would.
+She resumed where she had left off. Now, with the heavy outer cover off I could hear what she was doing all too clearly. In addition to the sound of her hand hitting the sheet, I could hear a wet, slippery sound that couldn't be anything but a very wet pussy.
+As her excitement increased, her caution declined. She was no longer holding her breath. It came in sharp gasps and occasionally a whimper would escape as she continued rubbing her cunt rapidly and totally oblivious to my presence.
+All this time I had been squeezing my relentlessly throbbing cock through my underwear in the futile hope that I could somehow squeeze it to a quiet orgasm. All this was doing was making me more and more excited.
+""All I can do is wait for her to finish"" I thought to myself as I continued to alternately caress and squeeze my aching dick. I was on fire with arousal and if she kept on doing that I felt I wouldn't be able to stop myself from openly masturbating along with her.
+""Would she even notice?""
+Slowly I began to peel back the taunt material that imprisoned my aching dick. Part of it was soaking wet and stuck to the cotton material as I tried to free myself. Finally I got the material over the head of my straining cock. It sprung free and the elastic snapped back into place.
+On the other side of the room, Gretta stopped rubbing herself and for a moment I thought she had heard me. I froze and waited for her to say something. Under the covers, my newly liberated cock tingled and dripped a steady stream of pre come on the sheet.
+I heard her sheet rustle as she repositioned herself and then the sound of her fingers as they resumed rubbing, they sounded louder somehow. Straining my eyes, I saw that she had slid her sheet down to her feet and was masturbating without any covering.
+The darkness of the room was so complete that I really couldn't see too much, but I was able to make out the shape of her pale white legs raised on her bed. Of course I could clearly hear her as she rubbed her pussy and then stopped. She rubbed and then stopped. Again and again she repeated this, all the time her breathing becoming more and more ragged.
+Beneath the covers, my trembling hand grasped my inflamed and slippery cock and began to slowly move it up and down the shaft. Any illusions I may have had about quietly and modestly getting myself off disappeared instantly. The sound was clearly discernible even under a sheet and blanket. It was the unmistakable sound of someone jacking off. A hand moving up and down a very slippery cock with increasing urgency.  
+The thing is I couldn't stop even if I wanted to and I didn't want to; it felt that good.
+On the other side of the room I heard Gretta slap her pussy, whimper and resume masturbating. I responded by jacking off more forcefully, the slippery sound of my hand sliding up and down my shaft becoming more unmistakable.
+Inside my mind a voice screamed, ""You'd better stop, she's going to hear you!"" only to be drowned out by another, So what! Listen to what she's doing, I'll bet she can hear you, as a matter of fact I hope she does.""
+We carried on in this fashion for several minutes, Gretta openly masturbating just a few feet away and me doing the same thing furtively under the covers. Every time she slapped her pussy I responded by becoming more overt in my masturbation flaunting my excitement in response to her obvious carnality. We took turns, each of us teasing the other, responding to the other and becoming more aroused because we knew the other was also aroused and this excited us even more.
+Finally I couldn't stand it any more. Telling myself the steaminess and warmth under my covers was unbearable I gently slipped the cover and sheet up exposing my cock to the cool air and continued jacking off, the sound mixing with the slippery sound of Gretta as she did the same not four feet away. The feeling of liberation and sheer lust was indescribable, as we both became bolder and even more sexually excited by the sheer shameless unnatural sensuality of this situation.
+She slapped her pussy and then rubbed it feverishly. I slapped my cock, sending drops of sperm flying. I could hear them spatter as I resumed jacking my slick and rigid cock and listened to Gretta doing the same thing to her wet and slippery cunt. After nearly an hour my eyes had adjusted well enough to be able to see Gretta's hand moving between her legs. I could smell her excitement and I suppose she could smell mine as well.
+I was just at the point where I was going to have to either slip the covers back on and spray come all over myself or else squirt it onto the floor. I could tell Gretta was pretty much at the same place when the phone rang cutting across my consciousness like an explosion.
+Without thinking, I flipped the covers back over myself and listened as Gretta slipped out of bed and softly padded to the table next to the door where the phone sat.
+It wasn't hard to feign sleep when she switched on the desk lamp by the phone and picked up the receiver.
+""Hello?""
+I sat up in bed blinking my eyes.
+""Yes, this is she.""
+""Who is it?"" I asked in my best just woke up out of a sound slumber voice.
+""Are you sure?""
+As my eyes began to focus in the blinding 40-watt light I could see that Gretta was still wearing the oversized T-shirt I had lent her for bed. She was turned away from me as she spoke into the phone so I couldn't see her face.
+Glancing down I was glad she was turned away because my erection was clearly visible towering under the covers. I discreetly readjusted my position, slipping my hard on back into my underwear so it appeared to be a rather large fold in the cover.
+""OK, thanks for letting us know.""
+Gretta replaced the receiver on the cradle, turned to me and said, ""We may be stuck here for a while, that was our airline calling to say the earliest flight we can get on won't leave until late in the afternoon and that's not a for sure thing.""
+""I guess I can live with that, did you have anywhere you needed to be?""
+Gretta smiled and said, ""Not really, I guess this means we get to sleep late.""
+""I guess we do.""
+She sat down at the end of my bed. Her cheeks were flushed, but otherwise she was under control.
+""Here it is not even midnight and I'm totally awake."" She said with a rueful grin.
+""Me too""
+Smoothing her shirt carefully over her legs she glanced sideways at me. I could see that she was blushing furiously. I realized that for the last hour or so despite our tempestuous and totally intimate performance, neither of us had spoken to the other or acknowledged what was taking place. We were in a difficult position. Did we admit what we had been doing or did we pretend like nothing happened? I could see that Gretta was struggling with the same questions. Even if we wanted to talk about it, how could we bring the subject up decently?
+""You know…"" she began and then fell silent.
+""What""?
+""This is...""
+""Awkward?""
+""I guess you could say that…I was having a hard time sleeping so I went in to watch TV…and um, I was flipping through the channels…but there wasn't anything on really…so I wound up watching that thing we were watching earlier…""
+""What thing?""
+""You know"" she was actually stammering and her blush deepened from a dark shade of rose to almost beet red, ""That, that, um that thing …uh with the brother and sister…."" Her voice trailed off, ""They must show it more than once"" she finished, somewhat inconclusively.
+The silence hung like a heavy weight between us.
+""It's so sick!"" she blurted suddenly.
+""Really? I thought it was kind of hot, in a perverted way.""
+""Did you?"" she whispered, glancing at me momentarily and then dropping her eyes again, ""I guess I did too"" she replied in an almost inaudible voice.
+""Anyway"", she said, looking back up at me, ""When I came back in our room, you were asleep and I kind of let the show get to me.""
+""In what way?""
+""I don't really know…"" she trailed off and then continued, ""I just had a really disturbing dream and I don't feel like going back to sleep right now.""
+""A dream?""
+""Yeah, a really vivid dream and we were um, well we were like uh acting out…sexually.""
+""Together?""
+""Yeah"" she said, licking her lips and swallowing hard.
+""What were we doing?""
+""Well, you know how dreams are, I can't really remember, but I thought if maybe we both were to watch the program again we could sort of laugh at it and um, get out of our system…so to speak.""
+""You mean go back in and watch the entire thing together?""
+She nodded her head sending her hair flying.
+""I don't know"" I said doubtfully, ""To be honest with you, I had a pretty disturbing dream myself along the same lines, I'm afraid I might embarrass myself if I sat and watched it with you.""
+""Embarrass yourself?"", she asked, looking at me sharply. This time it was my turn to blush, ""You know, get a hard on or something."" I muttered.
+Standing up she held her hand out to me. ""I promise I won't make a big deal out of it if you get a little excited"" she said, ""I might as well admit, it got to me too, that's why I want to watch it together, so we can sort of face it, you know, put it behind us.""
+I took her soft hand and she gently pulled me to my feet. My erection had faded quite a bit, but my member was still somewhat enlarged and I know she couldn't help but notice the swollen bulge. I was right. Glancing at my crotch, she smiled a little and said, ""It looks like it still may be getting to you.""
+""That's not fair.""
+""OK, OK, I promise, no more cracks about certain enlarged parts."" And taking my hand she led the way into the next room.
+We walked into the other room and sat down on the couch. Gretta fiddled with the TV controller and after looking at the electronic menu said, ""It'll be on in ten minutes. I wonder if we can get anything from room service? I'm kind of hungry.
+I picked up the phone and punched the proper number in. ""What do you feel like?"" I asked.
+""Maybe a salad"" she said and then furrowing her brow she asked, ""I wonder if we can get some wine?""
+""I don't know what the law is in Colorado, but I think you've got to be 21""
+She looked at me quizzically; ""Do you really think they're going to ask for ID?""
+This was a side of my sister I had never seen. Usually she's so correct in her behavior that being with her is almost as bad as being with our parents/ ""Maybe not"" I said and gave our order to the voice on the other end of the phone.
+As we sat waiting I looked over at her, She appeared lovelier than ever with her blonde hair cascading over the slight swell her breasts made in my old T-shirt. Her long smooth legs were almost entirely exposed by the short shirt she was wearing as bedclothes. I couldn't help but think about what the shirt covered and I felt a responsive tingle warm me.
+She must have seen me looking at her, because she tugged futilely at the hem of the shirt trying to smooth it down over her perfect thighs. This worked for about two seconds until she moved or even turned her head and then it rode up again.
+""I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable."" I said.
+She looked quickly over at me and replied ""Not at all, as a matter of fact I like being looked at.""
+""You do?""
+""All girls do"" she said smiling, ""Maybe not from their brothers, but I guess this is a special circumstance.""
+I know she saw my puzzled expression and before I had a chance to ask her what she meant by that statement she continued.
+""I mean, we're a thousand miles away from home stuck in a hotel with nothing to do but keep each other entertained and I don't think this situation is ever going to repeat itself….so""
+I could see she was blushing again and I stepped in to help.
+""So maybe we can go a little crazy?""
+""Yeah"" she said smiling, ""Maybe we can go a little crazy.""
+I looked at her and she looked back smiling.
+""You know what I mean David. We drink a little wine, watch some TV that we'd never watch together back home. We can open up a little, talk, you know, relate to each other not just as a brother and sister, but as a guy and a girl, get to know each a little better.""
+""Maybe tell a couple of secrets?""
+""Now you're getting the idea.""
+There was a knock at the door and a waiter arrived with a couple of large salads and a bottle of wine. Without being asked, he opened the bottle and poured two glasses. Reaching for my pants that were folded at the end of the couch I extracted a five-dollar bill and handed it to him. He thanked me and left.
+The show that had caused such turmoil in our hitherto conventional lives was coming on. We paid it no attention and Gretta lowered the sound. We both knew the first fifteen minutes or so consisted mainly of rather pedestrian interviews in which they described their lives and social situations. We continued the conversation we'd been having before room service arrived except now we were picking at our salads and sipping wine.
+Most people aren't really aware of it, but they routinely negotiate situations that are rife with sexuality in advance, before anyone really does anything. No one comes to any specific agreement, but a sort of general understanding is reached. I mean no one wants to be the one standing there with his dick sticking out so to speak when the other person shout's ""Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?""
+That's really what Gretta and I was doing. Talking around the indisputable facts that had just taken place. Pretending it hadn't happened, that we'd been ""dreaming"". Our transparent justifications and denials helped us to ignore the obvious direction our conversation and decisions were taking us. Basically we were saying ""All this is very innocent and we're really not going to do anything too terribly over the line but in case we do…just in case, let's make sure no one gets hurt.
+The wine helped. As we continued to talk the words flowed a little easier and our comfort level with the situation rose.
+""So"" Gretta was saying ""We've kind of agreed in principle that even if I get up on the coffee table and do a naked toe dance, we're going to keep it under our hats?""
+""I think you've put your finger on the very heart of our understanding."" I said, taking another long sip of the white burgundy so recently imprisoned in an unfeeling glass bottle. Now it bathed my consciousness in a warm feeling of good will that extended even to the airline that had stranded us here and certainly to my beautiful and sweet little sister.
+Now I don't want you to get the idea I was drunk; that was definitely not the case. A small bottle of very good wine split between two people won't do that even if they finish the bottle. Gretta and I were nowhere near finishing yet, We'd had, maybe a glass and a half each. Of course we sipped them rather quickly. Still we were nowhere near being even slightly intoxicated.
+""Well"" Gretta said, looking at me rather sharply, ""I believe we've got a deal, there's just one more thing.""
+""What's that?""
+""After we leave here tomorrow, while a wild and crazy night of drinking and watching dirty TV might make us a little closer, I don't think we should talk about it with each other or bring it up in the future. What I'm trying to say is I don't think we should consider tonight some kind of precedent that changes our basic relationship, understand?""
+""I think I do. In order for us to really relax with each other, we've got to be confident that it won't come back to haunt us during an argument about who gets the bathroom first.""
+""Exactly.""
+""Well, you have my word that what we say here and what we do here stays here.""
+Excellent"", she said, glancing at the TV where things were certainly heating up, ""You've got my word as well, now why don't you get on the phone and order up a couple more bottles of this excellent French wine, what did you say it was?""
+""White Burgundy, should I ask them to bring up an ounce of reefer or a couple of hypodermics of heroin as well?"" I asked sarcastically picking up the phone.
+""We don't do drugs"" Gretta said distractedly, ""Oh my goodness look what they're doing now.""
+As I gave my order to the disembodied voice at the other end of the line my eyes followed hers to the TV where the first really hot scene was unfolding. Gretta turned the volume up. The ""brother and sister"" were sitting in their parent's den dressed in much the same attire as Gretta and I presently sported talking about a disastrous double date they had just returned from.
+Speaking to her brother, the sister compared kissing her date with doing mouth to mouth necessitation on a dead fish. ""I don't think he even brushed his teeth"" she was saying ""plus he was a lousy kisser."" The brother mused to himself, ""Gee, I wonder what Carla thought of me?""
+""Kissing, you mean?""
+""Yeah, I wonder if Carla thought I was a lousy kisser too?""
+""I'm sure she didn't, but still…""
+""What?""
+""I'd have to give you a try to be sure.""
+""Us kissing?""
+""Why not, I could give you a girl's opinion and…you could give me a boy's.""
+""I don't know…but I guess…""
+""It's not like we're talking about fucking here"" his sister said scooting over on the couch so she was sitting next to him, ""Let's give it a try and if you're a shitty kisser, I'll be the first to tell you.""
+""Mom and Dad…..""
+""Won't be home for at least another four hours, come on don't be a chickenshit.""
+The camera slowly moved into a close up of their faces. The sister tilted her head slightly and closed her eyes and her brother slowly moved his face closer to hers until their lips were nearly touching. I heard Gretta say under her breath, ""Watch out David, here comes the mushy part,"" but my eyes were glued to the screen as their lips touched and they kissed, gingerly at first but then more passionately. They kissed for thirty seconds or so and then broke apart. The brother said ""Well?""
+With a flash of mischief in her eyes, the sister replied breathlessly, ""I really don't know, I think we'd better try again."" They did, this time without hesitation or indecision. Their real passion became more and more apparent as the kiss went on.
+While they were kissing, the camera panned out showing both of them on the couch. As we watched, the brothers growing erection was becoming more and more apparent as the kiss continued and their hands started to explore each other's necks, shoulders and arms.
+Finally when his hand strayed down to her breast gently weighing it and cupping it, his sister, after letting him touch her there for nearly a minute, gently removed it. She twined her fingers in his for a second and then placed his hand back in his lap. I might add, this gave her a chance to come into contact with his erection without being too obvious about it. They broke apart and faced each other breathlessly.
+The sister was flushed and unlike Gretta her breasts were larger and tight against the silky pajama top she was wearing. Her nipples were clearly showing and her brother's erection was making a absurdly gigantic tent in his pajama bottoms.
+""I think you'll do but I hope you were more of a gentleman with Carla then you were with me.""
+""I'm sorry"" her brother stammered, I'm afraid I got a little carried away.""
+""You're darn right you did"" his sister said with a sparkle in her eye ""and if one of us gets to sample the merchandise, don't you think it's only fair the other gets to as well?""
+""I guess so"", her brother replied, looking a bit puzzled.
+I glanced over at Gretta who was watching the scene with rapt attention, her legs primly together, leaning back. Her face was slightly flushed and her breathing was irregular. Her shirt had pulled taunt enough against her body that I could see the shape of her breasts as well as erect nipples against the material. I noticed that she was unconsciously pulling lightly back and forth on the hem of the shirt, which caused it to scrape against her nipples, creating friction and apparently sensation.
+Seeing her obvious excitement titillated me. Even though she didn't acknowledge me, keeping her eyes glued to the erotic images playing before us, she knew I was looking. A familiar heat began to burn in me and I felt my cock, which had already been semi erect stiffen as it began to seriously stretch the material of my underwear. It was like an old man trying to straighten up under a heavy load. The material kept it bent over, but the tent was impressive nevertheless as it strained against the fabric.
+This time I didn't try to conceal my excitement. I leaned back on the couch, which made the tent in my underpants even more prominent. I turned my attention back to the story confident that Gretta would be stealing glances at me, just as I was with her.
+   On the screen the sister had placed her hand on the tent jutting up from her brother's lap and was gently stroking it through the material. ""How does that feel?"" she was asking.
+""It feels really nice"" her brother whispered in a slightly choked voice. His sister leaned forward and whispered something in his ear and he shook his head. She continued to stroke him and then in an imploring voice, ""Please, just for a minute?""
+When he gave no reply, she looked up at him and whispered, ""I'll let you do it too.""
+""OK, but just for a minute""
+I suddenly felt Gretta's eyes on me. I looked over and sure enough she had been staring at me instead of the TV. She blushed and looked away. Glancing down I could see why she had been looking. My erection was straining against the material and leaking fluid that stained the wet cotton. If it had been seriously stiff before, now it was monster sized standing straight up like a flagpole. Looking at it, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement that Gretta was seeing this, that we were seeing it together. I raised my eyes from my throbbing dick and saw Gretta was looking again. This time, she didn't look away at once. She kept her eyes locked to mine and then dropped them until they reached my stiff cock. I heard her intake of breath as she openly stared and then she returned her attention to the TV. A tiny shiver ran through me when I noticed that Gretta had started to rock back and forth in her seat a little. Her nipples were much more prominent and now she openly tugged at the material of her shirt dragging the cotton back and forth across her breasts. I leaned back again, thrusting my pelvis forward and shivered again.  
+I looked back at the TV where the sister had slipped her hand inside her brother's pajama bottoms. We both watched in silence (if you don't count heavy breathing) as the shape of her hand moved up and down his cock. As she did this, her brother slipped his own hand inside of her panties. As soon as he did this, she spread her legs a little and slippery sounds began to issue as she shuddered and widened her legs even more.
+The brother had just started caressing both his sister's breasts with his free hand, gently kneading and pilling her erect nipple when a knock at the door startled us both so badly we jumped.
+""Who is it?"" Gretta shouted in a unnaturally high pitched, guilty and slightly panicked voice while she desperately searched for the TV controller.
+From the other side of the door came the muffled reply, ""Room Service.""
+""Oh yeah"" she said as she found the remote and thumbed the program off, ""Just a second, I'll be right there.""
+""I think I'll let you get that,"" I said frantically looking around for something, anything to drape over my lap, ""The money's in the right hand pocket of my pants. Passing me on the way to the door, she tossed me the shirt I had worn earlier in the day about the exact moment I located a pillow. Feeling absurd, I sat back down on the couch, threw the shirt over my lap, sat the pillow on top of that and placed my glass of wine on top of the pillow. It looked like I had created a makeshift table for wine instead of a makeshift drape for a hard dick.
+""Come in"" Gretta was saying, ""and set that on the table. Could you leave the corkscrew?""
+The guy bringing the wine was young. I like it when people in service jobs are young. Generally this means they're working their way through school and not really doing that sort of for a living. I guessed that this was the case with this guy.
+He wasn't quite as young as we were at the time, but still a young sport, no more than twenty-two. ""Sure"" he said, placing the corkscrew along with the two bottles of wine on the table and watching Gretta as she knelt down with one knee on the floor to get the money out of my pocket. I followed his gaze and could see what commanded his attention. Gretta wasn't facing us. We could see her from the side. When she knelt down I could see that she had never gotten around to putting her panties back on. Her shirt rode up nearly to her waist exposing not only her thigh, but most of her side as well. She seemed to be having difficulty locating the money. ""What pocket is it in?"" she asked turning her face in our direction.
+""The right hand pocket"" I repeated.
+""I'm really sorry"" she said glancing back at the room service guy, ""I'll have your tip in just a second.
+""Don't worry about it"" he said, ""Just take your time, I'm not in a big rush.""
+I'll just bet he wasn't. Clearly he was enjoying himself but I had to give him credit for the degree of savoir-faire he showed in dealing with the situation.
+""Going to school?"" I asked conversationally.
+""How'd you know?""
+""Lucky guess, mind if I ask where?""
+""Not at all, DU School of Law.""
+""How's this job work with that?""
+""Great, on this shift I get to study when I'm not taking orders to rooms. Late at night, that's just about all of the time.""
+""What're you studying tonight?""
+""Don't ask"", he said stealing a quick glance at Gretta's smooth thigh and beyond. Constitutional Law, I was glad to have a break from the grind.""
+""I'll bet.""
+Gretta continued to fumble for what seemed like an eternity while our guest was treated to views of Gretta I'm willing to bet even some boyfriends had missed out on. Then, at last, triumphantly, ""Here it is!"" followed by ""Oh Hell!"" and the sound of many coins hitting the floor.
+Forgetting Room Service entirely, she scrambled around on all fours chasing the coins as they rolled in every direction. One hand clutched the ten-dollar tip and the other moved rapidly picking up quarters pennies and dimes.
+My shirt was a V-neck and easily covered her nicely when she was in an upright position sitting or standing. At this point, she was doing neither and as a result the neck opening hung down giving me and I presume the other guy a clear view of her small breasts and stiffened, rigid nipples as she chased the change around the floor.
+She really wasn't doing too well on the other end either, but had not turned herself that way yet. Despite my enjoyment of both her discomfiture and her inadvertent display of her most intimate areas, I decided to jump in before she showed him the Gates of Heaven.
+""Uh Gretta?"" I said, clearing my throat.
+She stopped her mad scramble and looked up at me.
+""Why don't you give the nice man his money and we can pick up the change later.""
+I think it was just dawning on her that she was showing a stranger sights no man should see until he had paid for a lot of nice dinners, because she was blushing furiously as she scrambled to her feet, holding his money in an outstretched hand.
+Our waiter slowly and deliberately put his hands behind his back, clasping them together.
+""Don't you want it?"" Gretta asked in a somewhat plaintive voice.
+There was a broad, friendly smile on his face and his eyes twinkled as he said, ""Miss, I've enjoyed this call more than I can say. I believe a gratuity would be redundant at this point; I couldn't think of taking money from you. Looking over at me, his smile widened and he said, ""Both of you have a delightful evening and if you want anything else, be sure to ask for Doug, I'll be on for the rest of the night if you need me.""
+He turned on his heel and left, plucking the ""Do not disturb"" signs out of the Welcome Basket and shut the door with a click. We could hear him slipping it into our card lock outside and then his footsteps faded into the carpeted hallway.
+Like I said; savoir-faire.
+Gretta collapsed onto the couch laughing and said, ""That went well""
+I tossed the pillow to one side along with my shirt and carrying my wineglass I walked over and retrieved hers. I was half way to the table before I realized Gretta was staring at me again. Looking down I could see that my erection was still very healthy. While it had softened enough to be bent partly over, it was still very much alive and kicking. Looking over at the clock I realized that the room service guy had only been in our room for a couple of minutes; it had just seemed longer.
+I was about to make a self-depreciating remark but I realized that her gaze was riveted back on the screen so I continued with my task, refilling both our glasses and opening another bottle because we had nearly finished the first. When I turned back, she was staring at me again.
+Gretta had turned the volume back up and the video was at a slow part. The brother and sister sitting completely dressed in a room being interviewed.
+I handed Gretta her glass and sat down next to her. We both sipped wine and listened to the interview. They were talking about how they started to masturbate together after their first experience which Gretta and I had been watching a reenactment of.
+The sister was saying, ""I realized that if we didn't set some ground rules we'd be fucking before we knew it. Her brother was nodding emphatically as she spoke.
+""What kind of rules did you put into place?"" the interviewer asked.
+""Well at first, we tried having only one person undressed jacking off at a time."" Her brother said. His sister broke in, ""That didn't work.""
+""Someone was always left out and wound up in the bathroom doing it alone.""
+The scene suddenly changed and the sister was standing, entirely dressed in a short skirt and blouse watching her brother jack off. It was clear that he was excited, but also that he felt strange doing it with her just watching. She asked him, ""Do you know what I'm going to do when you finish?""
+""I think so"" he gasped, his hand moving up and down his shaft briskly.
+""I'm going to go in the bathroom and watch myself in the mirror.""
+""Are you going to play with your pussy?""
+""Oh yes, I'm going to imagine you watching me, the way I'm watching you.""
+""That's what I did last time."" He gasped, his cock making a slippery sound as he rubbed it.
+""You thought about me watching you?""
+""Oh yes.""
+Next to me Gretta stirred and said, ""David""
+""Yes?""
+I looked over at her and once again she was openly staring at my erection as she leaned back, hips undulating slightly back and forth.
+""When we finish watching this I think I'm going to do the same thing she's going to do.""
+""OK"" I gulped.
+""I'm going to imagine that you're watching me play with myself.""
+""You are?""
+""I hope you don't mind.""
+""How could I mind when I'm going to be doing the same thing.""
+""Imagining that I'm watching you?""
+""Yeah""
+""Watching you jack off?""
+""Yes Gretta""
+""Oh David, I hoped you were going to say that.""
+We both sat for a moment, nursing our individual lust. On the screen the story had intensified and the brother and sister in the story were clearly losing control. The sister was standing astride of her brother, her skirt stretched tight by her legs.
+She leaned down to him so their faces were almost touching.
+""If I let you watch me while I do it, will you promise no touching?""
+""Oh yes, no touching.""
+""We can't start touching one another, you know what that leads to, don't you?""
+""Yes."" He had stopped rubbing and sat with his rigid cock standing upright shining with the oil he had been using for lubrication.
+""Tell me"" she said in a husky voice with just the hint of unsteadiness, which betrayed her excitement, ""What will happen if we start touching.""
+He began to stroke his cock, slowly this time and spoke with relish, well aware of the effect his words were having on her. ""If we start touching, then we'll start kissing and I'll be sliding this hard cock between your legs against your wet cunt and pretty soon you'll be begging me to put it in just a little bit.""
+""His sister swallowed hard and said, ""Go on.""
+""I'll want to real bad.""
+""Want to what?""
+""I'll want to slide my cock into your wet cunt and fuck you until we both come together. I'll want to play with your breasts while you slide up and down on my hard cock.""
+His sister took a shaky breath and said, ""I love to hear you say that, give me a couple of minutes and remember no touching.""
+She turned on her heel and walked briskly into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
+The camera work on this was really good. It showed her unbuttoning her blouse with shaky fingers and letting it slip off her shoulders while she worked with the buttons on the side of her skirt. As the skirt dropped down her legs, she reached behind to undo the clasp on her bra and then roughly shoved her pantyhose and underwear off, kicking them to one side.
+At once she turned to face a full-length mirror on the wall and started to hurriedly stimulate her clitoris with one hand while alternately slapping her flaming red pussy with the other.
+My own cock had returned to rigid attention, standing totally erect straining the fabric of my underwear. I glanced over at Gretta who was sitting right next to me. She was squeezing her legs together and had resumed pulling on the hem of her shirt. Her nipples were clearly visible and her breathing was quite ragged. I leaned back, bringing my cock to even more noticeable prominence. I saw Gretta glance at it but we were both pretty engrossed in what was happening on the screen.
+On the screen, the sister was furiously masturbating in front of a mirror, alternately slapping then stroking a bright red pussy that shone with lubrication. Behind her, the door to the bathroom opened and her brother entered. He stood motionless, his rigid member standing our like a tree branch as he watched his sister.
+Beside me I heard Gretta stifle a gasp and then she moved. I looked over and saw that Gretta had also leaned back on the couch, pulling her arms back and resting them behind her head. This had the effect of pulling her shirt up to the point where her cunt was nearly exposed. She had maybe an inch of shirt covering her. Her eyes were fixed on the screen, but I know she was aware that I was looking at her. I know she wanted me to be looking at her. As I kept one eye on Gretta and one eye on the screen, Gretta, her eyes fixed firmly on mine reached down and slipped one hand between her legs, trapping it there and squeezing it with her thighs. Our eyes still locked together, I gently grasped the towering bulge of my erection at the tip and gave it a gentle squeeze, shuddering as I did so. We returned our attention to the TV as we continued caressing ourselves.
+On the screen, the brother had moved around and was sitting on the toilet watching his sister as she continued to tease her clit and slap her swollen labia. His hand moved up and down his slippery shaft with lazy assurance.
+""Like what you see?"" she gasped, looking over at him.
+""Very much.""
+She rubbed herself intently for a minute or so and then she asked, ""What's the nastiest thing you've ever done?""
+""You'll think it's stupid"", he said.
+""Please"" she gasped, ""It'll make me hotter, maybe I can tall you something too.""
+""Promise you won't laugh.""
+She abruptly stopped rubbing and turned to face him. Reaching down, she parted her swollen lips and said, ""Can you see hot excited I am?""
+""Yes.""
+""Can you see my clitoris now?""
+""Yes.""
+""See how it's sticking up, just like your cock is?""
+""Yes.""
+""I promise I won't laugh.""
+""OK, last summer when we went camping, you know you brought your girlfriend Leigh along?""
+""Yeah, I remember.""
+""Well there was this bathroom we all used with a big tank under it and I could see and hear women on the other side. I mean I couldn't really see them, but I could hear them talking and when they went I could see their pee hit the water underneath.""
+""OK, I remember that bathroom.""
+""Once, when you and Leigh were on the other side, I listened to you both talking and I saw you both pee, or I should say I saw your streams hit the water. I don't know why but it made me so horny I spent most of the rest of the trip jacking off every chance I got.""
+Beside me Gretta rocked back and forth on her imprisoned hand and I was openly stroking my cock through underwear that had been made literally transparent by my oozing lust. I could hear small liquid sounds issuing from between Gretta's legs and as I stroked, the lubrication soaking through the material of my underwear made small sucking sounds as my hand moved up and down. As we watched, the conversation on the TV got hotter and hotter.
+His sister had resumed masturbating slowly and she asked, ""Did you go back to that bathroom?""
+""Every chance I got, every time you or Leigh went, I went too.""
+""Did you jack off there?""
+""No, there wasn't any privacy, but I went on a lot of long walks, I'll bet I came five or six times a day.""
+""Oh"" his sister murmured, rubbing faster, ""that's pretty hot.""
+""You don't think it's stupid?""
+""No, it's really nasty when you stop to think about it. What did you think about when you were off alone jacking off?""
+""I thought about you and Leigh pissing mostly.
+""Were we dressed or naked?""
+Sometimes you were dressed and I imagined you both pissing your pants, other times you were naked and I was watching and pissing too.""
+""Did you imagine us pissing on you?""
+Her brother was silent for a moment and then he said, ""Yes, and on each other, but mostly on me or else I was holding my hand so you or Leigh could pee on it.""
+He had stopped stroking himself and sat with his cock sticking up, bobbing slightly. I guess that's pretty sick, huh?""
+His sister didn't say anything for a moment as she considered this and then she stopped rubbing her pussy and again pulled her swollen labia apart. She stepped so she was straddling him and said, ""Did I do this?""
+As Gretta and I both watched his sister began to urinate standing in front of her brother. At first a trickle that spattered between his legs and into the toilet and then growing into a forceful stream that began to bathe his inflamed cock forcefully, battering it this way and that.
+As if from a great distance I heard Gretta whimper and out of the corner of my vision saw that she had spread her legs a little and was masturbating openly, her hand moving rapidly as she teased her clit. She saw that I was looking and flushing bright red, closed her legs again trapping the hand between them where it continued to squirm against her like a trapped animal.
+All this took place in a matter of seconds because when I looked back at the TV, the sister was still pissing.
+""Is this what I did?"" She stood directly in front of him, a stream of hot urine arching out of her and hitting his cock, which sprayed in a fine mist. She was pulling on her nipples as she asked again, ""Is this what you thought about me doing?""
+""Oh yes, it's so hot, feels so…"" You could see her body tighten as she worked to increase the force of the stream against his cock which had become even more rigid as he moaned, ""Please, you don't know what this is doing to me.""
+Her stream diminished and faltered for a moment and the camera zoomed in on his cock, which had started to visibly throb. A white spurt of cream emerged from the tip and ran down the shaft and then another.
+His sister said, ""Do you like me doing this while you come?"" and her stream returned with a vengeance. The camera zoomed out again framing them both, his sister standing over him, her urine battering his throbbing cock. He cried out and then gasped ""Oh sis, you're going to make me…."" And before he could get the words out he was squirting sperm in the air, which rained down on his sister's breasts and stomach.
+As soon as he began to climax, his sister resumed masturbating. As her stream diminished she rubbed madly causing her piss to splatter between her legs onto the floor as she did so. The sound of her rubbing was intensified by the amount of moisture involved and in less then five seconds she cried, ""And when I finished, did I do this, did I cream my pussy right in front of you?""
+Her brother, obviously in a haze of lust watched distractedly as she shuddered and came while he continued to squirt diminishing jets of come into the air.
+For the last few minutes I had been utterly captivated by the story unfolding on the TV but the program switched focus back to the interview and for the first time I took notice of Gretta sitting next to me as well as my own excitement.
+The first thing I noticed was the scent of arousal, which hung in the air like a fine mist. Gretta had leaned further back. The shirt had ridden up far enough so her cunt was totally exposed. She was undulating her hips back and forth slightly and I could see that her labia was every bit as red and swollen as the girl in the video. She didn't have a lot of hair on her mound and the skin around her glistening lips was slick and shone with lubrication that had leaked out as I watched. I could see her clit standing as rigidly as my own inflamed member. She clutched the hem of the shirt in one hand and had rolled it up so that she was able to pull directly on the material that covered her breasts. Her face was flushed and looking over at me with half-lidded eyes she licked her lips and said, ""I've shown you mine, are you gonna show me yours?""
+I hooked my thumbs in the elastic waistband and lifting up slightly off the couch I pulled my shorts down allowing my cock to spring free. I sat back down and kicked my shorts off my feet. Beside me I heard Gretta's sharp intake of breath and then she said, ""Oh David, that's lovely.""
+On the screen, the video brother and sister had progressed past mutual masturbation and the sister was on her knees in front of her brother grasping his erect cock and kissing it while her other hand remained busy between her legs.  
+As Gretta and I sat there basking in our mutual excitement, a small note of doubt intruded at the back of my mind. I could see in Gretta's faltering expression that she too was confused about what we had gotten into. She slowly closed her legs and let the shirt fall back into place as she said uncertainly, ""I don't think either of us are laughing.""
+""Excuse me?""
+""We were going to watch this and laugh at it and we aren't laughing, it just made us horny.""
+I knew that she spoke the truth and as badly as I wanted to continue, I knew I'd regret my actions if I did.
+Reaching down and groping for my underwear I replied ""I guess we're more sensitive to stuff like this then we thought.""
+""Yeah, I guess we are."" She said in a small voice smoothing the shirt over her thighs, ""I thought I'd be able to laugh at the whole thing….but I feel…..well really excited and I never intended to get….that way…I never intended to get….you that way…I feel like such a."" She thumbed the remote and the picture faded from the screen.
+""Don't be stupid"" I said pulling my shorts over my still raging hard on, ""We tried an experiment, it didn't work out, no harm done.""
+""No harm?"" she said standing up and pulling the shirt back up. Her cunt was still swollen and shiny with excitement, ""I just spent the last hour showing you this! No, don't bother turning your face away now, go ahead and look, I don't imagine you'll soon forget what a slut I am."" She let the shirt fall back down and stood looking at me, eyes bright with tears.
+Standing up, I put a hand on her shoulder and said, ""Look, did you think I expect you to be as pure as the driven snow? We both have fantasies and sexual feelings about all kinds of things. Does that make us perverts?. I don't think so! That just makes us normal kids, after all, what have we really done that's wrong?""
+She took a step closer and said, ""David, I just don't want you to think I'm a slut.""
+""I would never think that about you.""
+""I'm glad, what you think about me is important to me.""
+""I know.""
+Glancing at the clock, Gretta said, ""It's pretty late, I guess we should try to go to sleep.""
+I agreed and we shut off the light and walked back into our bedroom. Gretta switched off the desk lamp, plunging the room into pitch-blackness and we both fumbled our way to our beds. I climbed into mine and lay down listening to Gretta as she got comfortable.
+I lay in the darkness, my cock throbbing with the urgent need that had been building all night. My entire body was still aflame as I remembered the vivid scenes that we had sat watching together. I was resolved to ignore it and go to sleep.
+""David?""
+""Yeah?""
+""I feel really bad about tonight.""
+""It wasn't your fault.""
+""I know, but I feel like I tortured you asking you to watch that with me, you must be really frustrated.""
+""Well, now that you mention it…I...guess I can deal with it.""
+""I keep asking myself, if it got to me so bad, how must it have affected you?""
+""You saw how it affected me.""
+""I know, I guess you saw what it did to me, what it's still doing to me.""
+""Still?""
+""I keep picturing you…just looking at me…instead of the movie…I think I liked that best of all.""
+""Me looking at you?""
+""Oh yes, I know it sounds really sick but I was this close to asking you to...touch me.""
+""You were?""
+""Or else touching myself, we were practically both doing it anyway during that last scene.""
+""I know"" I said reaching down and giving my still rigid cock a squeeze, I'm practically still doing it right now.""
+""You are?""
+""Yeah""
+""David?""
+""Um?""
+""If you need to…touch yourself…you can…I won't mind.""
+This was too much, I slipped my shorts off and began to openly masturbate.
+""David?""
+""Yeah?""
+""Are you…?""
+""Just a little"" I said, masturbating faster ""just to take the edge off. I hope that's OK""
+I heard a sharp intake of breath, ""I don't mind…really, I know you need…to um take care of…that….dick, that hard…cock.""
+There was a minute's quiet punctuated by our ragged breathing.
+""David?""
+""Yes Gretta?""
+""What are you thinking about…while you....do that?""
+""I…can't....say.""
+""Are you thinking about me?""
+""Yes…I am.""
+""I'm thinking about you too…right now.""
+""You don't mind me thinking about while I'm…doing...this?"" My slippery cock was quite audible in the dark room; I didn't care.
+""That's OK, I'm doing it too.""
+In the darkness I could hear the small wet sounds she was making.
+""Oh Gretta, that's so hot...I'm almost there…""
+""Wait"" she gasped, ""I'll do it with you just give me a minute and we can...both...do this...together""
+""I'm waiting"" I said removing my hand from my cock, ""But I don't know how long I can…hold on."" Even as I spoke hot cream began to spill from my cock and run down the sides of my rigid shaft. I took a shuddering breath and said, ""Gretta, you'd better hurry…""
+The pace of her rubbing increased, "" I liked you looking at…my pussy…I like you knowing that I'm rubbing my clit right now so…Oh David, now! I'm gonna do it now!""
+""Gretta, I can't wait any longer, I'm…I can't help it…here I go!""
+Before I could even touch my cock it began spewing jets of come into the air that pattered on the sheet around me splashing my chest and face.
+I heard Gretta cry out incoherently and then he sound of her rubbing became much wetter as her orgasm washed over her, sobbing under her breath as it did. I continued to squirt my cream high into the air in utter relief, no longer caring if it was right or wrong, only that it felt so nice. We lay there, four feet apart in utter pitch darkness, shuddering and climaxing shamelessly relieving our shared passion.
+We didn't say anything after that. The late hour and the intensity of our respective orgasms swept us off to sleep moments after we finished.
+Have you ever waked up in the morning after a life-changing event? Maybe the death of a loved one, a major auto accident…something like that? If you have, you can identify the way I felt when I woke up the next morning.
+I came out of a sound sleep and for a moment or two, it seemed like the night before had never happened and then I opened my eyes.
+I had fallen asleep on the top of my bedclothes and I was naked. I also had an erection. Where this came from, I have no idea. It certainly wasn't connected to any feeling of arousal I was presently experiencing. Ashamed of my apparently endless perversion, I rolled over to search for my clothes and I could see that like me, Gretta had fallen asleep on top of her blanket. She was also naked.
+Even as the guilt and self-estrangement was filling my very soul, I looked at her. My angst didn't prevent me from sitting there for a couple of minutes enjoying the sight of my sister as she slept nude.
+She was indeed beautiful, her long blonde hair scattered over flawless skin, she slept on her side in a semi fetal position, hands trapped between legs, breasts thrown into shadow. As I watched, she rocked slightly as her long legs flexed and her breathing deepened. A few moments later, she rocked again and murmured something in her sleep. As I watched fascinated, she began to rock rhythmically against her trapped hands. I realized that she must be having some kind of sexual dream. What really shocked me was the realization that I had started to masturbate right along with her not even thinking about what I was doing.
+Common decency made me leave the room and take my very hard dick elsewhere for relief. I don't know what the outcome of her dream was, but I took a nice long shower and when I emerged, any remaining sexual issues had been dealt with for the time being at least.
+When I emerged from the shower, the phone was ringing. I heard Gretta pick it up in the other room.
+A little while later she padded in wrapped in a sheet and sat down on the couch next to me.
+""That was the front desk with good news and bad news, which do you want first?""
+""The good news, I guess""
+""They've got my luggage downstairs and they're bringing it up.""
+""And the bad news…?""
+""Our flight out leaves at noon tomorrow.""
+This left us with another day to kill. Gretta called our parents and brought them up to date and they arranged for another night's stay at the hotel.
+For the first hour we could barely look at each other. We spent most of the morning avoiding each other I read a book and Gretta watched TV in silence. Around noon, Gretta came in and sat on my bed. She had been crying.
+""David"" she began, ""I am so sorry…""
+I cut her off, ""I'm the one who should be apologizing.""
+""You?""
+""Yes, me, I could have stopped us any time, but I just let things get more and more out of hand, I'm supposed to be the older brother and I didn't do a very good job at all.""
+""But I was the one acting like a slut….just because I watched a dirty movie.""
+""I was right there with you.""
+We were quiet for a moment and then Gretta said, ""I guess there's enough guilt to go around, the question of the hour is what do we do now?""
+We decided that the night before had been an aberration, an abnormal situation that wouldn't repeat itself in a million years and the best course of action was to pretend it never happened and not to discuss it further.
+I wish I could say that we pulled in our horns and acted like a normal brother and sister for the remainder of the time we were trapped in that hotel in Aurora Colorado, but I'd be lying.
+We had good intentions, but it was pretty hard for us to put Pandora back in her box especially because we were so far from home, there was nothing to do and our experience that first night had been so arousing.
+We did try, sitting and watching movies on cable, eating at the hotel restaurant and relaxing, but the more we tried to ignore what had happened, the more it seemed to loom over us like a great unspoken cloud. Still we got through the day pretty well. We ate dinner, went up to our room and packed our stuff for the flight in the morning.
+We went down to use the exercise room and go swimming and after an hour's brisk workout and swim, we were sitting in the steam room sweating through our bathing suits drinking huge glasses of cool, clear water and talking when Gretta said. ""Do you really think we're going to be able to get through the rest of our lives without discussing last night?""
+I considered this for a moment and said, ""I had hoped we could manage, but since we're talking about it right now, I guess I was wrong.
+""You don't have to be so mean about it.""
+""I guess you're right, I'm sorry.""
+She swallowed and took a drink, ""I just think we should be honest about what happened.""
+""What really happened?"" I asked angrily. ""Nothing, that's what happened, a big fat nothing, we masturbated in the same room, so what!""
+""That's what I'm trying to get at, we don't have anything to feel guilty about, we just did what we'd have done if we were alone,"" Gretta said quietly.
+I was drawn up short. ""So you're not…bothered?""
+""I'm not saying we should make a practice of it"" Gretta replied, ""I'm just saying that it's not the big deal we've been making of it.""
+""I can't believe that I'm hearing this from my prissy little sister, but I'm in total agreement.""
+""I wasn't so prissy last night"" she said with a sparkle in her eye.
+""I guess you weren't.""
+I reached over and took a swallow of water., finishing the glass, Standing up, I said ""I'm out of ice, I'm going for a refresher,
+""Get me some too, lots of ice, the steam keeps melting it."" Gretta handed me her glass and I took it. Outside, I grabbed a plastic pitcher and filled it with ice. I carried it and the two plastic glasses back in and sat back down.
+Gretta hit the steam switch and swirls of white steam began to obscure our vision until all I could see was Gretta's shape sitting on the stone bench next to me. The heat in the room inched up until we were both streaming with sweat. I watched a bead run down her neck, over her shoulder and disappear between her breasts.
+""David?""
+""Yes?""
+""What we did last night…have you…ever done that…with anyone before?""
+My face reddened, what a question! I stammered, ""Uh, not really, not with a...""
+""Not with a girl?""
+""Uh yeah, not with a girl"" my face was scarlet. I took a deep drink of water to mask my embarrassment.
+""Same here.""
+My humiliation was almost instantly replaced by intense interest about which of her friends she had masturbated with. Before I could get the question out she placed a finger on my lips.
+""Just a friend. I'm not going to name names and I don't expect you to either, I just wanted to know…if you'd done that too.""
+""Just once"" I croaked, ""I think I was a little drunk.""
+""I wasn't drunk or anything, it was just me and a couple of girlfriends, we got to talking and then one thing led to another…and before we knew it we were watching each other…and...""
+""And what?""
+""You know…just stuff.""
+""What kind of stuff?""
+""Just….a little kissing and…some touching.""
+""You?""
+""I didn't touch anyone, but I sure watched…and touched myself.""
+I felt my cock coming to life in my swim trunks and despite my best intentions, I just had to ask the next question, taking a swallow of water to moisten my dry throat.
+I knew the conversation was heading out of control when I asked a question that I knew the answer to.
+""Did you like them watching you?""
+""Just thinking about it gives me the shivers David, as a matter of fact it's what I usually think about when I do…what we did last night.""
+""Do you do…that often...what we did last night?""
+""Do you?""
+""Touché""
+""When you were with…your girlfriends...""
+""Yes.""
+""Were you all totally naked?""
+""Not right away…but yes we were.""
+""Gretta"" I said uncertainly as my cock began to strain against the swimming trunks I was wearing, ""I don't know if this is something we should be talking about…right now.""
+At that moment, the door opened and another couple entered in a swirl of cool air. They were both young, with dark hair. The man was heavy set with wide shoulders and a weightlifters build. The woman was very short and where Gretta was slim and small breasted, the woman was voluptuous with an hourglass figure, wide hips and gymnasts legs. His hair was close cropped. Her straight jet-black hair fell to her shoulders. She was wearing the skimpiest bikini I had ever seen. I whispered to Gretta, ""If she coughs, something's going to pop out."" Stifling her laughter, Gretta nodded agreement. Ignoring us they walked to the far end of the room and sat down on the other stone bench. One of them hit the steam button and the hissing steam again began to fill the room. Soon they were almost totally obscured from our vision.
+If our vision of them was obscured, our hearing was not. They sat and whispered for a little while and then we could hear them kissing. Every once in a while one of them would hit the steam button, which insured their privacy, but also kept the heat rising until the room was unbearably hot. All the while we could hear as they became increasingly intimate.
+I looked over at Gretta and could see the sweat streaming off her face and dripping onto her body, also slick with sweat. Her top was nearly transparent and clung to her breasts like it had been painted on. Our eyes met as the sounds from the end of the room progressed from kissing and touching to the unmistakable sounds of a couple having intercourse.
+Despite the heat, my cock had been unable to ignore the conversation we had been having before the couple entered. I had been semi-erect when they walked in. I was now as rigid as a board but this was pretty well concealed in the swirling tendrils of steam.
+Looking over at Gretta, I could see a slight flush in her cheeks. Her eyes were half closed. I had to wonder just what kind of effect this was having on her.
+I didn't have to wait for long. I felt her take my hand. Her own hand was shaking, She gave my hand a tight squeeze and I squeezed back. We sat there for a moment holding hands as we listened to the other couple fucking. She slowly moved my hand down to her leg and then with her hand over mine, she spread her legs and moved my hand up until I was touching between them. She pressed her hand against mine pushing it against her cunt. Even through her bottoms I could feel how wet she had become. She rocked her pussy against my hand, the fabric slipping between my fingers and her slick labia. I felt her other hand grasping my erection through my swim trunks and shuddered.
+For a little while we were content to masturbate each other through our swim suits, but as the other couple continued fucking at the other end of the room, they grew forgetful and the steam began to thin.
+Their shapes began to emerge from the mist, the girl on the bench, naked with her legs spread very wide. One hand teased her nipples and cupped her magnificent breasts, her eyes closed, tendrils of dark hair pasted to her cheek as she gasped encouragement to her boyfriend.
+The guy between her legs, on his knees, also naked, every muscle tensed and shining with sweat, fucking her, both of them oblivious to our presence. We could see his stiff and shiny cock as it moved in and out.
+I felt Gretta pull my hand from between her legs and guide it to the stretchable band at the top of her bikini bottoms. She trembled slightly as she helped me to slide my hand inside under the elastic and guided me to a very slippery and swollen cunt. I slid my finger in a little until I reached her clitoris, which was standing up like a little cock. As soon as I touched it, she shuddered and whispered, ""Just make little circles around it.""
+At the same time, she was fighting with the string tie to my bottoms. In a moment it gave way, allowing her to plunge her hands inside and grasp my rigid cock which she began to slowly stroke.
+The other couple took no notice of us but continued fucking passionately, increasing their tempo, clearly, driving each other toward climax. Moments later they reached this goal clutching each other and gasping and sobbing as they shuddered in mutual delight.
+They slowed and then stopped entirely, holding each other in silence as their breathing returned to normal. Wordlessly they disengaged and got to their feet. They bent over and picked up their discarded swimwear and walked to the door. As they left, the girl paused and stood looking at us, each of our hands in the others bottoms, our faces flushed and excited. She slowly passed a hand down her extraordinary body, briefly cupping and lifting one of her heavy breasts. Then moving her delicate hand down to her mound, she parted her still swollen labia, nearly lost in a nest of dark pubic hair, displaying a hard little nub that shone with excitement. A slow smile lit her face as she stood motionless before us. She turned and left the room, a swirl of cool air eradicating the last of the remaining mist.
+We both sat in stunned silence listening to water drip from the ceiling wondering how our resolve had evaporated faster than the sweat that was vanishing from our bodies. Gretta's hand remained grasping my still rigid erection and my finger was still firmly lodged in her oozing and swollen cunt.
+Shaking off our shock, she released my cock and grasping my wrist, pulled my hand from out of her bottoms. Looking at me with confused excitement, she said, ""we'd better go up to our room"". She got to her feet and pulling me after her, exited the steam room. She grabbed towels from the table by the door and handing me one said, ""I think you'd better wrap it loose.""
+We were silent on the elevator ride up, but halfway there, Gretta took my hand and gave it a squeeze.
+Once inside our room, Gretta promptly reached behind her and unclasped the top she was wearing. ""I've got to get out of these wet things"" she said, hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her bottoms and sliding them off ""and I've got to pee so bad I can't stand it.""  
+I slipped my trunks off, freeing a still hard cock with the dawning awareness that in addition to a very hard cock, I also had a very full bladder.
+As she walked toward the bathroom door, I summoned all my courage and, clearing my throat, asked, ""Mind if I watch?""
+She stopped, turned and walked back. We stood facing each other, completely naked. Her face was flushed and looking down I could see that her nipples were swollen and hard. My cock stuck out in front of me like a pump handle nearly brushing her naked hip.
+""You want to watch me right now?""
+""Yes, if you don't think it's too weird""
+""A week ago it would have been weird, now…I guess it…just is something…different.""
+""So you don't mind?""
+She was silent for a moment and then she said, ""Oh David, I don't mind at all, as a matter of fact I think I'd like it."" Turning to me she said, ""I just hope I can do it with someone watching."" Then she walked into the bathroom.
+I followed her into the white tiled hotel bathroom. She wasn't sitting on the toilet like I expected. She was standing in the shower stall with the door open. She stood waiting for me and as soon as I was standing in front of the door, she said ""Remember that program we watched last night?""
+""Yeah"" I said, licking my lips, I've never thought about anything like before that but seeing it happen like that really got to me.""
+I noticed she seemed to be squirming a little as she asked me ""Was that couple downstairs watching us too?""
+Without hesitation I said, ""The girl was.""
+Gretta shivered slightly and said, ""When she was leaving…I was tempted to pull my bottom down and…show her my…pussy.""
+""I wish you had!""
+""Yeah"" she said, ""then I was going to pee…just a little right there.""
+""Watching them fucking really got to me.""
+""Oh David"" she breathed, ""It really got to me too. There's stuff I want to tell you, but there's also stuff I want us to show each other. Last night, I wanted to get in bed with you so we could…come on each other."" Gretta was definitely squirming now. She stood, her legs pressed tightly together shivering slightly. Goose pimples stood out on her shoulders and breasts.
+""David?""
+""Yeah?""
+""If you want to jack off, you can, I won't mind.""
+As she spoke she began to urinate, at first a few drops pattering on the shower floor and then a stronger stream that began to arch out in front of her spraying the floor at my feet and spattering droplets on my feet and legs. I stood watching her dumbfounded, too transfixed to do anything except watch speechlessly. My hand grasped my cock and began to move back and forth with a slippery sound that merged with the sound of her warm urine splattering on the floor.
+""I'm so glad you asked to watch…this…I wanted you to ask me…so bad….I was afraid to ask you.""
+We stood motionless in front of each other, each totally exposed in our own way as I masturbated while we listened to her urine spatter on the floor.
+Her stream started to diminish and she reached out and took my hand. I think she meant to pee on my hand, which I wouldn't have minded, but when she took my hand I stepped toward her and my rigid cock slid up against her abdomen. I didn't pull back but stood there and looked into her eyes as I rubbed up against her.
+""Do you have to go?"" she asked in a small voice.
+""Yes"" I said, stepping back and placing her small soft hand around my cock. but I can't….right now…I have a little…problem.
+Looking into her eyes for the first and the last time in my life, I begged a girl to touch me. ""Please Gretta"" I gasped, just help me a little and…if you want…I'll help you.""
+She said nothing, but she didn't take her hand away either.
+""And…I'll tell you a secret.""
+She squeezed my cock lightly, sending sensation cascading through me.""
+""What kind of secret?"" she asked squeezing again.
+""Last night.""
+""Yes"" she said, squeezing again.
+""When we were talking in bed.""
+""Yes"" she started to slowly stroke my cock, ""When I was teasing you, telling you about doing it with those two girls.""
+""When you said you didn't mind if I had to jack off.""
+""Yes.""
+""I was doing it already
+""David"", she whispered gently stroking me, ""So was I.""
+""You were?""
+""I guess I went kind of crazy. I knew we couldn't just go in and fall asleep. All I could think of was how excited I was and wanting to share my feelings with you, but I didn't know how to make it happen."" She whispered, leaning closer and brushing her breasts lightly across my chest as her hands continued to bring me closer and closer to the edge.
+""Gretta?""
+""Yes, David""
+""If you don't stop touching me, we're going to have a problem.""
+Taking me firmly, she began to jack me off rapidly as she whispered savagely, ""No we won't, just promise me one thing""
+""What?""
+""Let me know before you start to come.""
+""I'm going to do it right now if you don't stop!""
+She did stop, but just long enough get a better grip on my cock before she resumed masturbating me. I noticed she was only using one hand and glanced down to see her other was busy between her own legs.
+Before I had time to think she leaned forward and kissed me full on the mouth, her soft lips brushing mine and then opening so our tongues could touch and the kiss could deepen and become more and more passionate. As we kissed, she lightly rubbed her swollen nipples across my chest, shuddering as she did so.
+The river of sensation caught me in its currents and before I even knew what I was doing I felt my cock throb and spasm and an immense sense of relief as I began to experience the most intense orgasm of my life. Our kiss ended and I heard Gretta whispering in my ear, ""That's right, let it all out, do it all over...us..all over....me I want you to....do it on...my breasts...on my face...in my mouth....Oh David, you can do it in my pussy if you want.""
+She broke our embrace and stood before me, grasping my cock as It tensed, becoming so rigid it hurt. For a moment we were frozen in time, Gretta standing before me holding my cock in her hand, whispering encouragement, telling me to cream anywhere I wanted, her other hand still moving between her legs furiously and then my cock jumped in her hand. She grasped it firmly, squeezing it so she could feel the contractions of my orgasm.
+A jet of hot cream shot high into the air between us, fell back and spattered against her cheek and then it began to rain torrents of hot sperm all over both of us as I shuddered and cried out lost in the intensity of climax.
+Gretta stood and milked my cock as it discharged streams of white cream into the air in ever diminishing arcs until nothing remained and an afterglow as strong as a heroin injection began to flood every inch of my body.
+Gretta stepped back and as she did I realized two things, first, her frenzied hand still rubbed her cunt wantonly and second I had to pee really badly. As my erection diminished, the sense of urgency from my aching bladder grew and unable to stop myself I began to urinate where I stood before my erection had deflated much at all.
+Gretta didn't say anything as I did this, but as my stream grew from a trickle into a gushing outpouring of hot relief, her interest became apparent. A stream of urine spewed out of my still flaming cock and arched several feet spattering onto the bathroom floor. She boldly stepped into the path of my arching torrent so it splashed against her breasts and belly. As the warm urine ran down her legs in shining streams, she grasped my cock again. Removing her own hand from her slippery pussy she directed the flow between her legs so it bathed her long suffering clitoris in a warm pulsing bath.
+""Oh, yes David, it's my turn now"" she gasped and the hot liquid sprayed between us and spattered on the floor at our feet.
+She began to climax almost immediately, shuddering and gasping coming flagrantly and without reservation.
+I have never pissed so long and hard as long as I've lived, but even after the stream slowed and stopped, Gretta continued masturbating defiantly climaxing in front of me over and over again.
+Finally she was finished. We stood before each other disheveled and sweaty, to tired to make sense of what had happened between us. We stumbled into the shower, rinsed the evidence of our disgraceful behavior down the drain and hand in hand walked out and sat on the couch where we faced each other, naked.
+After a few minutes silence, Gretta spoke.
+""David, we can either make this a traumatic experience that ruins our relationship, or we can take advantage of the intimacy we've experienced here, what do you think we should do?""
+Smiling I said, ""I vote for the improved relationship option.""
+""Me too, how do we handle this…thing between us?""
+I was silent for a minute and then I said, ""Well, in a little while we're going to go into our room and I'm going to bet we both wind up masturbating together.""
+Gretta tried to speak, but I cut her off, ""That's what we're going to do tonight, we might as well not kid ourselves, but when we get out of bed tomorrow, I think you ought to get in the shower – alone. I should do the same. When we walk out of this room, we do so with the knowledge that we have a sexual attraction to each other.""
+""And…?""
+""And we take precautions. We agree to go on with our lives and be respectful of both the experiences we've had together here and our future relationship by not bringing them up again or repeating them with each other.""
+""Do you think we can really do this?""
+""Why not? There's lots of people we'd like to fuck. That doesn't mean we do it. If we acted on every impulse, I'd be in jail for rape and you'd be there for prostitution.""
+Smiling Gretta said, ""It's only prostitution if you charge money.""
+""Good point"" I said, continuing, ""The thing is, I want to be able to sit down with the family at Thanksgiving and be able to look everyone in the eye. When you get married I want to be able to dance with you without getting a hard on and when I get married, I want you to be able to be friends with my wife without worrying about me pinching your ass when she isn't looking.""
+""OK, that makes sense to me…do you promise that after tonight…no more?""
+""We wake up as brother and sister who share one thing in common – about 48 hours of total amnesia.""
+Gretta smiled and leaned back on the couch stretching her naked body like a tawny jungle cat. She saw me watching her and said, ""David?""
+""Yes?""
+""Talking about masturbating together is making me horny again.""
+I gently slapped my growing erection in silent response to this comment.
+""David?""
+""Yes?""
+""How many times do you think we can come together before sunrise?""
+Pulling her to her feet, I put my arm around her waist and as we walked to the bedroom door, I said, Let's find out.""
+EPIUGLOGE TO CHAPTER ONE
+We've both been as good as our word. After we walked out of the hotel, we enjoyed an improved relationship. We've both taken great pains to respect each other's privacy. We are closer than many siblings are…but....not in that way.
+Neither Gretta nor I has ever mentioned any incident that took place during our stay at the hotel although I daresay we've both looked back on those events in the privacy of our rooms many times as we....you know....got to sleep.
+That is why I approach her impending move into the apartment with some trepidation. I guess this is sort of the final test for us. I have no doubt that Gretta will pass. She's never shown the slightest sign that anything out of the ordinary has ever taken place between us. I think she may have succeeded in blotting it out of her conscious mind. I wish I could say the same.
+I hear the doorbell that should be her.
+
+"
+281,The Sibling Diaries,JUDO,Chain Stories,2003-02-16,2003-07-04,2022-01-08 03:55:45,3,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-sibling-diaries-ch-02,1. Gretta arrives to share David's apartment. 2. My brother's crazy. 3. Gretta gets home after a night with Tommy.,"['David Apartment', 'David Lying', 'David Ran', 'Looked Nipples', 'Open Stared', 'Parking Pass', 'Penis Sticking', 'Room Amber', 'Sounded Nice', 'Twelfth Floor']",4.55,"Full chain & introduction can be found [**at this link**](http://www.literotica.com/chain/siblingdiaries/Sibdi_final.htm).
+ **Chapter Two: Getting Started**
+It'd been years since I'd returned to San Francisco, the beautiful city by the bay. The day I arrived, the sun was out, the fog rested just outside the Golden Gate. Oh my God, the cable cars, the Bay, Mount Tam, Angel Island, south-of-market… My head was spinning, and there was so much to do.
+After arriving at Oakland airport and renting the car, I'd made good time into the city in spite of the foggy conditions and early morning traffic across the Bay Bridge. I made my way into SOMA, the South of Market district, where my new job was, only to discover they were closed for the day -- a damned banker holiday and no one had told me!
+Pissed and relieved at the same time, I headed south in my rental to try and locate my new apartment. After driving by the building three times, I finally recognized the jumble of boxes sitting in the back of the moving van, blocking the address. My stuff had arrived early! I hurriedly parked across the street and jumped out, walking quickly towards the movers, when I suddenly realized I was really over-dressed. I was dressed for the office -- high heels, skirt, white blouse, leather jacket; not exactly moving attire.
+Standing in the middle of the street, I looked up at the high-rise in front of me. The morning was getting late and it was about time for David to be waking up. Oh, that's my brother, David. We had decided to share his apartment because I needed a place and he couldn't afford the place he had, so… Here I was.
+The movers were already unloading boxes and furniture to the sidewalk. I walked over and shook the first one's hand. ""Hi, I'm Gretta.""
+He looked blank.
+""Gretta Mitchellson… The woman whose stuff this is?"" That clicked.
+Still holding my hand, he turned away and yelled. ""Oh, Mitchellson. Yeah. I'm Smitty. Hey, Arnie!""
+Another capped head poked out of the van. ""Yeah, what the hell… Oh. Excuse me, miss.""
+I smiled and waved. ""Look, bring up the furniture first. You can use the entrance over there, on the corner. It's the twelfth floor.""
+Smitty looked up at David's building, then his eyes went straight past my face to my tits. ""Yeah, okay. We'll… Uh, get right on it, Miss.""
+Men are so disgusting. ""I'm going to go change. I'll be down to help in a bit."" With that, I pulled my hand out of his and crossed the street, but not before the movers talked again.
+""Arnie, did you see the ass on that babe?""
+""Yeah, fuckin' a, prime, grade-A meat.""
+Ignoring them, I shook my head and pushed open the door to my new building.
+As I rode the elevator up, breathing deeply and tapping my foot, trying to think of anything, but the two jerks working for me downstairs, my thoughts drifted to my brother David. Not that David is a cretin. I wasn't comparing him to those guys; rather I was thinking how much he wasn't like them. He was sweet and caring. He'd always had time to help me out when I needed it, or just when I felt bad. _What is it that makes some guys into jerks and others nice? I don't get it._
+The doors slid open and I accidentally stepped right into the crack between the door and floor, trapping the heel of my shoe. I fell on my face, scraping my knee on the carpet. My purse went flying against the far wall, spilling its contents everywhere. The doors of the elevator tried to close on my foot and I pulled my heel out of the crevice. It was broken at the top, my knee was bleeding through my new hose and my ankle was sore. _Goddamn it, why today?_
+I began gathering up the scattered remains of my purse -- car keys, Mom's house key, cell phone, address book, pen. Oh, and a pack of prophylactics my Mom insisted I take with me at the airport. ""You never know, dear, when you may need one?""
+What did she think I was, some kind of slut? I mean, don't get me wrong, I like sex as much as the next girl, but like I need a rubber handy? Gross. If I'm going to get laid, I'm going to know about it way in advance. Dinner, dancing, a little romance, a little foreplay -- okay, a lot of foreplay, then maybe.
+I got up and limped down the hall, checking the apartment numbers along the way -- 1210, 1206… Here it is, twelve hundred. I rang the bell. I sure hoped David was awake already.
+To my surprise, the door swung open two seconds later. ""Sis!"" All smiles, David threw his arms around me in a big hug, which pushed me back on my tender ankle.
+""Ow! Shit.""
+David backed off and looked at me. ""What's wrong? Damn! What happened to you?""
+I made a pouty face at him.
+""Oh, baby, come here."" David slipped his arm under mine and helped me into the apartment. With him assisting, I limped over to the sofa and sat down.
+""Let me get some ice and a towel."" David ran into the kitchen while I held my bleeding knee.
+See; I told you, he's so nice and thoughtful.
+I looked down at my scraped knee. It was just an abrasion, a carpet burn. It'd probably take weeks to heal. So much for short skirts! Worse yet these were new hose too. Sometimes I wondered why everything seemed to happen to me. I'd just… Oh wow!
+My mouth dropped open. My breath came in little bursts. My heart was racing. The view of the city out of the windows was incredible. The cool fog had cleared and the warm sun poured over the scenery.
+David ran back. ""Okay, just lie back and I'll take care of this. I've got some great stuff for this in my bike pack. Are you okay?""
+I looked back at David, kneeling at my feet. His face was full of concern for me. I smiled. ""David, I can't believe this view. It's amazing. We can see all of Twin Towers and… Holy shit! Is that the top of the Golden Gate?""
+The mist that my flight had descended through was in the process of burning off and the panorama that is San Francisco spread itself before us in the bright primary colors of mid morning. The water that had flashed gray beneath the wings of the airplane now danced and sparkled blue as the haze lifted.
+""Yeah, you can see the whole thing when it's clear. Told you you'd like it. Sit back and enjoy. I need to fix your knee. Okay? Uhm… Your hose look like toast. Can I just rip them to get to the…""
+""I'll just take them off."" I lifted my butt, grabbed the top of the panty hose and pushed them down over my knees and off my one good ankle.
+""What? What is it?"" David was looking off to one side and down, away from me.
+He looked back at me, then rolled his eyes. ""I… Am a guy, okay?""
+Confused, I snapped back. ""Yeah. So…?""
+""You just… You just flashed your panties at me."" He looked flustered.
+""I did not, I just took off my panty hose!""
+He nodded his head emphatically and raised his hands helplessly.
+I laughed and sat back on the sofa.
+He smiled, and rubbed his forehead.
+""Sorry, I… Can you fix my knee?"" I wanted to change the subject.
+""Yeah, sure. Now, hold still. This might sting a little.""
+It did. I grimaced, showing my teeth as he cleaned the blood off of my knee, and out of the scrape.
+Seagulls were gliding in the wind outside the window while he dressed and fixed a bandage for me. I watched him bent over my knee as he put the bandage on. His thumbs gently rubbed the dressing into place, so that it would stick well. David had such a tender, caring way about him. He'd be a real catch someday for some special… His eyes flicked up my legs and stared. I looked down. My skirt was still rolled up to my hips. David was looking at my panties. The color drained out of my face. I didn't know what to do. I could feel a tingling creep along my pussy like little fingers lightly brushing through the hair.
+His hands went to my knee and brushed it lightly. ""There, all done."" He looked up at me brightly with his sea green eyes. ""You okay? Does it hurt?""
+""Uh… No, it's fine. Thanks."" I sat up quickly, pushing my skirt back down.
+I was panting, a little out of breath. ""I… Was surprised you were up already. I thought you usually slept in later than this.""
+""Yeah, you'd be right most days, but I knew you were coming this morning and I wanted to straighten the place up a little."" He backed off to the center of the living room and raised his hands. ""So, what do you think? Adequate?""
+I looked around at the sunken living room before me, the built in bookshelves along the low wall separating it from the kitchen and the hall. David had chosen nice subtle colors, too, for the furniture he had. ""It's wonderful. I won't be crowding you here, will I? I mean, we could just as easily make this a temporary arrangement until I found…""
+David shook his head and took my hands. ""It's our place, pumpkin. Don't worry about a thing. Want to see your room?""
+""Sure, pull me up.""
+He gently helped me to my feet and I tried a couple of steps. My ankle didn't look swollen; maybe it wasn't too bad.
+""You okay? Can you walk?""
+""Yeah, I think so. I better stick to the elevator for a while, though.""
+Knock, knock, knock! The door rumbled.
+My hand flew to my mouth. ""Oh, shit! The movers! I forgot to tell you…""
+David hushed me with a gesture. ""Don't sweat it. I got this."" He opened the front door and began telling Goofus and Doofus where to put my stuff.
+I walked up the two tiny stairs to the hallway and followed it back to the bedrooms. The first one was empty. The second one was just off the balcony and filled with David's stuff. On his dresser were framed pictures of the family -- Mom, Dad and an old one of me, taken in Vegas. I'd forgotten about that trip. In the picture, I was standing in front of a million-dollar one-armed bandit somewhere on the Strip. I smiled, remembering the time we'd shared, staying in hotels and with our Aunt and Uncle. There was a new one of David, a much more recent photo. He'd really matured over the past three years while I was away at school and he was out here -- so handsome.
+""Did you want to get changed?"" David stood I the doorway. ""One of the movers mentioned…""
+I put his picture back down, and just stared at him for a moment. ""Yeah. I… Uh, need to get into some work clothes and help those guys.""
+""I don't know if that's such a good idea, Gretta.""
+""Why not?""
+""Your ankle. Up and down a lot today won't help it get better.""
+""Oh, it's okay. It's just today. I'll be f…""
+David put up his hand. ""Okay, let's work it like this. I help the guys get your stuff up from the street, and you stay up here and unpack. Deal?""
+I sighed and smiled at him. ""You're the best.""
+""Yeah, I know. It’s too bad they can only make you a saint after you die.”
+“I think you have to be Catholic too.” I said, smiling again.
+""Okay I’ll consider conversion but meanwhile, where's your suitcases?""
+Twenty minutes later, I was in a T-shirt, jeans and tennies, unpacking plates in the kitchen. David, true to his word, helped the movers get everything up to the twelfth floor. By the time they were paid and gone, there were moving boxes, furniture and pictures filling the living room and running out into the hall.
+I was done with the kitchen and started opening another box, labeled ""bedroom.""
+David came back from the elevator. His shirt was soaked with sweat. ""Where did you ever accumulate so much crap?""
+My brow furrowed. "" I resent that. Some of this crap is really expensive.""
+David smiled. “OK, where did you accumulate so much expensive crap?”
+“Mostly from secret admirers. Did you bring up the crate of lead ingots?”
+“It’s right next to the scrap iron. Are you sure they were secret admirers or just neighbors who didn’t pay their trash service? Honestly have you ever heard of an organization called the “Goodwill?” They have trucks that will come right to your door and pick up shit like this.”
+“I called, they said they didn’t want it.”
+“At least they have taste, unlike some people I could mention by name but won’t.”
+“Bite me.”
+""You want a beer?""
+""Absolutely.""
+I opened the fridge and pulled two beers out, popping the caps off. I handed one to David. ""To an amazing duo!""
+David clinked his beer against my raised one. ""To us!""
+I tilted the beer back and chugged a little. Mmm… Almost nothing as good as a cold one when you've been working hard. It felt like liquid gold, bubbling down my throat.
+I felt a chill. The fridge was still open. I pushed it shut. Turning to David, he had his beer to his lips, but he was staring at my tits. Concerned, I looked down. My nipples were erect, clearly sticking up through the T-shirt. I looked back up at David. His eyes were on mine.
+I rolled my eyes. ""Sorry, that's going to happen sometimes.""
+He took another drink, watching me. ""What's going to happen?""
+He tried to look totally innocent. ""David, you were…""
+""Calculating how much money I can save in central heating? What's the matter? Did you slash your underwear budget or something?"" He pointed at my chest.
+I looked back down at my nipples. Yep, still waving.
+""Can't you cover them up or something?""
+""Excuse me, they are covered.""
+""You know what I mean.""
+I got defensive. ""You mean wear a bra, is that it?""
+""Well, whatever. Most women do."" David started to walk away.
+""David, look at me.""
+He stopped and turned around.
+I put my beer down and gestured. ""This is me. This is what comes with me. Wearing a bra is purely fashion for me. If you and I are going to live together, you need to get over any… Icky feelings you have about having a woman around.""
+""I don't have any…""
+""You said it yourself.""
+""What?""
+Making myself as pompous as possible. ""I'm a guy! You just flashed me!""
+""What? Oh, come on.""
+""No, you listen to me. You are going to have a female in your life for a while. I have panties, tampons, breasts and a pussy! They're going to be here. They travel with me. Get used to it!""
+David smiled kind of funny, and leaned against the kitchen counter.
+""What? What is it?""
+""I'm not so sure about the breasts.""
+""Oh, you asshole!"" I jumped on him and hit him in the back. ""You take that back, you jerk!""
+He ran into the living room, trying to get away from me, but I kept after him, hitting him on the arms, the shoulders, and the back. ""You take that back!""
+""Okay, okay, I'm sorry. It was just a little joke. I mean, two little jokes."" He laughed and tried to stay just out of my reach. He dodged left, trying to make it to the hallway and I caught him. He fell over the corner of the coffee table, and I want down on top of him. He fell on his back and I landed on his chest.
+“Take it back, you dickhead!""
+“Bite me.”
+I leaned over and bit him on the ear.
+“Ouch, that hurts.”
+I increased the pressure slightly. I could smell his aftershave as well as his own personal scent from the hard work. A shiver ran down my body right through my hips.
+“Okay, okay, I take it back.” He began chuckling, deep throaty masculine laughter.
+I let go of his ear, pushed back and sat on him. I smiled, raising my arms in triumph -- the queen of the jungle! Suddenly, my eyes popped open. I shifted my hips a little. A sizeable lump was pressed directly against my…
+I jumped to me feet. My mouth open in shock and my eyes open. David lay before me.
+""A little help?"" He raised his hand.
+Breathing again, I took it and I pulled him up. _That must have been a mistake. He couldn't have been… Excited or anything. Not with his sister. Not with me._ Putting the thoughts out of my mind, I pulled his arm around my waist, and we walked into the kitchen to discuss what we’d have for lunch.
+The remainder of the day was spent unpacking. At last, all of my stuff was either put away, hung up or repacked in boxes which David carried down to our storage space on the parking level. It was six in the evening and the sun was setting over the bay.
+As the lights of the city started to twinkle into life, we sat in the living room sipping a great California Merlot and picking over the remainder of the Chinese food we’d had delivered. I was explaining that in a few days I would have a company car, which would need a parking permit.
+“You mean you just get to go down to the dealership and pick out whatever you want?”
+“That’s about the size of it.”
+“God, Sis, in my line of work, I call it a perk if the check doesn’t bounce. They make all the payments?”
+Yep… Insurance too.”
+“That's amazing.” He shook his head, staring at his chopticks, then got a serious look.
+“I’ve got to fly out of here tomorrow to Colorado to research a story I’m writing about new internet start-up companies. So, here’s the key to the place. I’ll be gone by the time you wake up.
+""Should I make a copy?""
+Why don’t you make three copies? I’ll be back in town before the end of the week”
+“Okay, but why three copies?”
+“I’m giving a key to Sandy.”
+“And just who is Sandy?”
+“Easy. Sandy is a girl I’ve been seeing for about a year. I wrote you about her.”
+“Oh, her.” I went back to my eggroll.
+“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Gretta. I know you two are going to get along great!”
+“Okay, if you say so.”
+“She's dying to meet you.”
+“Then, why isn’t she meeting me?” I copied his tone.
+He got a serious look on his face and paused for emphasis. ""She’s in New York, attending a conference. She should be back in a few weeks.” He sighed and picked at his noodles.
+I raised my eyebrows. “A long distance relationship?”
+“For the time being, but she has a place here. I’m watering the plants for her while she’s gone and it just occurred to me she might need an extra key to the apartment when she gets back.”
+“This sounds pretty serious.” I smiled.
+He smiled back and tried to hide it. “Yeah, I guess, but I'm not rushing things.”
+I tried to tease him. “Are you comfortable with her out of town and gone so long, I mean aren’t you afraid she might be seeing other guys?”
+He grinned and took a big bite out of his noodles. “I’m sure she’s not just… Seeing them.”
+This caught me. “Does she… Does she mess around on you?”
+He looked at my face and held his hands up. “Look, Gretta. I love you, but you’ve got a lot to learn about me. Don't worry… Uh, we’ve got plenty of time to get reacquainted, but for the time being…""
+I was very confused. ""But… But Sally's messing around while you're…""
+""Gretta!"" He looked almost angry. ""First of all, it's Sandy. Second of all, I think you need…"" He sighed. ""I think I’ll retire to my room, give my girl a call and get some shuteye.” He picked up his wineglass, drained the remainder and walked to the kitchen.
+I was bugged. _I didn't get… Oh, whatever. California sure has changed my brother._
+An hour later I was snuggled under the covers of my bed flipping through the cable selections and starting to feel sleepy when I realized David hadn’t given me a parking pass for tomorrow. I didn’t want to park a brand new car on the street. I got up out of bed and walked down the hall to David’s room. Was he still awake?
+He was, I could hear the rumble of his voice as he talked with his girlfriend. I knocked gently and peeked inside. David was lying on his bed entirely naked, his face turned away from the door with the phone on his ear.
+He rolled his body towards the door and my hand shot to my mouth. I almost screamed. Out of his thatch of brownish-blond hair, his penis was sticking up, erect and very big. He had one hand around the base of it next to his balls and the other one was lightly stroking the head with just his fingertips.
+My mouth suddenly dry, I licked my lips, watching him. My mind was in turmoil. Should I clear my throat or… Instead I stood there in silence, transfixed as his hand moved up and down his hard cock in a leisurely fashion.
+Looking down at myself I realized that I was nearly naked. I was wearing a pair of panties and a very thin top that clearly showed my breasts through the semi-transparent material. I felt a slight tingling at my pussy. My nipples were rock hard.  
+This is sick. I quietly closed the door. _What had I been thinking, walking in on him like that and me nearly naked, too?_ Embarrassed for us both, I headed back to my room. Feeling suddenly chilled, I took my robe down from its hook and put it on, jumping when my fingers brushed my right nipple. I looked down, my nipples were sticking out really stiff and my aureoles were swollen firm.
+My right hand touched my nipple again and a little shock tingled right down my body, making my breath quicken. I closed my eyes as my thumb and forefinger caressed my breast. The tingle began to spread.
+ _What’s wrong with me?_ I pulled the robe closed. I walked back down the hall and firmly knocked on David’s door.
+Shuffling and bed sheets flying. “Wait a second. Come in, sis.”
+He sat up in bed with the covers pulled up, and still on the phone.
+“Sorry to bother, but you forgot to give me the parking pass.”
+Realization crossed his face. “I’m the one who should be apologizing. Wait here a sec and I’ll go get it for you. In the meantime, I want you to meet Sandra Hawkins.” He got up, speaking into the portable. “Sandy, I want you to meet my sister, Gretta.” He handed me the phone and walked out.
+He was wearing boxer shorts that showed no evidence of an erection whatsoever. On the nightstand, however, stood an open bottle of massage oil and what appeared to be a battery operated vibrator.
+My eyes flew open and stared. I looked away with my furrowed brow, and shook my head. _Mind your own business._ I put the phone to my ear.
+A voice buzzed through the speaker. ""Hello? Hello? Are you there?""
+""Oh, yes. Hi."" I caught sight of the vibrator again, frowned and turned away from the nightstand.
+“I am so sorry that I can’t be there to meet you in person, David talks about you all the time.” Her tone was utterly sincere.
+She sounded nice. “He does?”
+“Indeed, as a matter of fact we’re both very excited about you coming to live with David.” I thought I heard an undertone of humor, as if she were sharing a private joke with herself, but still…
+“You are?” In college, most girlfriends I had known were pretty territorial, even with sisters. But I wasn't in college or Chicago any more for that matter.
+“Gretta, you really have no idea just how happy we both are that you chose to move in. It’s not really the money. If David asked me, I’d be happy to give him the extra money he needs to make the rent. I think he needs to have family around and I could use a girlfriend to play with.”
+Yep, she sounded almost too nice. “I’m sure you’ve got plenty of friends already, I don’t want to be an imposition”
+“But not girlfriends that…”
+""Here you go."" David walked back into the bedroom, holding a plastic card in his hand.
+“David’s back."" I pressed the phone to my ear. ""I'm sorry, you were saying?""
+""Oh, well…Welcome to our little corner of the world, Gretta.”
+“Thanks. Thanks very much, Sandy. See you soon.” I handed the phone back to David. He gave me the card.
+He immediately sank back into the depths of his phone conversation and climbed into bed. I closed the door quietly and walked back down the hall.
+Back in my room, standing in front of the full-length mirror at the end of my bed, I slipped the robe off my shoulders and looked at myself. I turned sideways and placed my hands on my hips. Then I stood up straight and pulled my shoulders back. _Not too bad._
+Sandy sounded nice. But there was something mysterious… Something in the way she said things. _What was that she had said about girlfriends?_ And she sounded like she was rich or something, offering to pay for David. _I wonder what she's like?_ Knowing my brother, she's probably a knockout--curvy body, big boobs, drop-dead gorgeous. Oh yeah, your basic nightmare. Probably real high-maintenance.
+I sat down on the edge of the bed, still looking in the mirror. I saw the covers behind me and thought of David, lying in bed. I blushed. My cheeks burned. I should have known better than just to walk in. If he'd done that to me, I would have probably screamed. Heck, I almost did scream. I grinned and closed my eyes.
+I stood there for a moment, thinking about what I'd just seen -- my brother's penis sticking straight up, obviously aroused and his fingers touching it lightly in an erotic caress. The same tingling from before started climbing all around my pussy, racing up and down my tummy. I pressed my hand to my mons and clutched my knees together. I sighed -- a long low sigh. I moaned and sat on the bed, opening my eyes. My nipples were swollen. I leaned back, lifting my top up. I hardly had any breasts, but it was almost as though Mother Nature had tried to make up for what I was lacking there in my nipples -- long, thick and surrounded by pinkish aureole that puffed up whenever I was feeling aroused. They were puffy now, like someone had inflated them. I wetted my fingers in my mouth and began gently twisting my nipples, milking them from base to tip. My favorite caress when I'm alone. I looked down at my busy fingers. _I wish my tits were bigger_. Little shivers ran through my body, straight from my nipples to my pussy. I could feel my labia getting slippery, the lips sliding against one another. I looked up.
+The girl in the mirror was flushed and little goose bumps were standing up on her shoulders and the tops of her breasts. I lifted the gauzy top over my head and let it float to the floor. The girl in the mirror mimicked me. A mirror. The girl in the mirror -- Amber. I remembered from freshman year, doing the same thing with my roommate standing beside me. We had masturbated together, watching ourselves in a mirror.
+I pinched my nipples a little harder, and bit my lip to stifle a groan.
+She and I had spent the night talking about guys and dating and finally sharing our sexual experiences with each other. After about three hours of this kind of talk I had felt myself getting wet, the lips sliding against one another, just like now.
+She had kissed me out of the blue. “Have you ever kissed a girl?”
+“No… Have you?”
+“No, I just thought…” She trailed off, her cheeks flushing a bright red. She kissed me again -- so soft. She backed away and looked at me.
+“What are you thinking?” My body trembled.
+“I don’t know."" She kissed me again. ""But I like this. Do you?""
+I looked at her deep green eyes, her tousled hair in her face. ""Yes.""
+She smiled and leaned towards me. Closing my eyes, I felt her soft tongue lick my lips. I opened my mouth and her hands gently pulled us together. My head spun. The kiss to intensified into a passionate, lingering erotic kiss. When we broke apart, she was flushed, breathing deeply. We looked down at each other. Her nipples were very clearly showing through her nightshirt. I could feel my pulse throbbing in my clit and nipples.
+Looking at her I said, “Well, what do you think?”
+“It was all right, but… But I think kissing a boy is still better.”
+“I agree it felt nice, but boys are best.”
+""Right."" We kissed each other again, harder.
+I pictured it in my mind as I continued looking in the mirror, touching my breasts and squeezing myself until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I slipped my panties down my legs, seeing myself back in the dorm room with Amber.
+She hugged me as we kissed. I felt her breasts warmly press against mine and her hands massaging my back. I felt the bed behind me press up into us -- Amber resting on top of me.
+""Ow!"" Amber pushed off of me and sat back, grabbing at her side.
+""I'm sorry. Did I…?"" I felt embarrassed.
+""No, no, no. It's just this fucking bra."" Amber pulled her blouse up and reached behind herself, unhooking her bra. ""This goddamned underwire is killing me. Sorry.""
+""That's okay, I…"" But I froze. She lifted her arms out of the tshirt and pulled the bra away, exposing her breasts to me. I'd seen her naked often enough as we were getting ready for classes, but never this close -- never in bed together.
+She started rubbing underneath them, massaging where it had bit into her. They jiggled. God, when did she get this big?
+She saw me staring. ""Oh, I'm sorry, I…"" Her shoulders sagged and she looked down at me. ""You're so lucky.""
+I looked down. My nipples poked out against the slight swell of my bosom. ""What are you talking about? There's nothing here.""
+She smiled, looking me in the eyes. ""Are you kidding? You're beautiful.""
+""I guess we all want what we can't have."" I pointed at her boobs. ""Your breasts are incredible -- big, round, curvy."" I sighed. ""Like a real woman should be.""
+She took my hand and pulled me to her, kissing me softly again. A thrill ran through my shoulders, ending in an ache at the end of my nipples. She took my hand and pressed it underneath her breast.
+""It's okay, go ahead, please."" She licked her lips, watching me.
+I swallowed and looked at my hand. Gently, I lifted. It was so soft, like… Just like a velvet pillow.
+Amber took my other hand and placed it on her other breast. My breathing was becoming ragged. She placed her hands outside of mine and pressed her boobs together. The cleavage went almost to her neck.
+""I wish mine would do that.""
+She put her arms around me, hugging me, whispering, ""Sweetie. Yours hands feel so good. My boyfriend just grabs, but you… You feel sexy.""
+She smiled and I grinned.
+She lifted her hand, and looked me in the eyes. ""How… How do you like to… To be touched?""
+I took her wrist, closed my eyes and placed her hand flat against my chest, just below my neck. I guided her palm over and down, rubbing quietly under and around my left breast. All I could hear was our breathing. My heart hammered against my ribs.
+""My boyfriends never touches my breasts. I don't think they know what to do when nothing's there."" Her hand massaged its way by itself now, slowly teasing then hotly rubbing over my breasts and nipples.
+She stopped. I opened my eyes, trying to catch my breath. She looked at me. I could smell her arousal.
+“How do you like to be played with?” I pointed between my legs.
+""You mean with my pussy?""
+I swallowed. ""Yes.""
+""Well, usually, it's dark and in his car. He gets excited… Hard, you know, and he sticks his fingers down my…""
+""No, not that."" I smiled. She looked confused. ""When you're alone. How do you like to be played with?""
+An eyebrow shot up from Amber and her mouth opened a little. I thought she was about to say something.
+I decided to take a gamble. “Can you show me?”
+She looked around. “Right now?”
+I just smiled.
+She looked down. “I’d be embarrassed just standing in front of you, naked while you just sat and watched.”
+��I could get undressed too.”
+She sighed, looking at me. “Okay.”
+I stood up to undress.
+“Gretta?”
+“Yes” I unbuttoned my top.
+“One other thing.”
+“What’s that?” I said slipping my bottoms off, now totally naked except for a pair of very wet panties.
+“You have to show me, too.”
+My nipples ached at that. I covered them with my palms. “Maybe, we could just show each other at the same time.”
+Amber hesitated. “You won’t tell anyone?”
+“No, this is just between us.”
+She laid back on the bed and pulled off her bottoms, exposing a very pretty pair of panties that were clearly just as soaking as mine. She stood, hooking her thumbs in the sides of her panties at her hips, the she stopped, looking at me.
+I woke up, took a deep breath and slid mine down off my legs, rolling back on the bed. She stripped her panties down and climbed onto the bed beside me. Her pussy was very hairy. A little trail even reached to her navel.
+She looked down at my mons. ""Do you shave it?""
+My eyes flashed to my body. ""No, no. Why?""
+""Why shave it, or…?""
+I was confused. ""Why do you ask?""
+She sat up on one elbow and looked at my pussy. ""Because there's hardly any… Well, look. With your blonde hair, it looks like peach fuzz -- barely there. You can see everything.""
+Embarrassed, I blushed scarlet right down to my nipples.
+Amber touched my shoulder and brushed my neck with her hand. ""Oh, I'm sorry, Gretta. You're very pretty -- really. Most girls have to shave themselves to look as good as you do naturally."" She smiled and lay back down, her breasts flattened out towards her arms.
+She started slowly teasing her hands along her sides. ""First, I have to be touched and get aroused, but I think I'm past that stage now."" She lifted her left knee and deftly slipped a finger along her slit. She closed her eyes and rolled her head towards me, breathing deeply.
+""When I touch myself, I like it to be light and gentle, just making the skin aware."" She moaned lightly in the back of her throat.
+I was riveted.   As I start to get more excited and wet, I open my outer lips and run just the pads of my fingers along them. It feels almost like a lick.""
+""A lick?""
+She continued running her fingers slowly up and down inside, teasing her lips open. ""Yes, haven't you…?"" She stared at me for a moment.
+She closed her eyes and lifted her right knee. ""When I'm ready, I press a finger inside me."" She groaned as she slid her middle finger deep inside. ""I love the tingling sensation I get when it pushes me apart, spreading me.""
+As I pictured Amber lying beside me now, I pushed a finger deep inside myself, reveling in the exquisite moment as my insides move to allow the intrusion. I moaned softly, panting against the mattress beneath me.
+I watched the finger bury deep inside her puss and pull out again, pulling her lips open like two pink little butterfly wings.
+She started to pant. ""As I get… More excited. I like to squeeze my breasts a little."" Her other hand ran up her side, cupping her boob across the top with her fingers. When they squeezed down, she arched her back, pushing her breast into the palm.
+She moaned. ""It feels… So good."" She let out a long stream of air.
+In front of the mirror in David's apartment, I did the same, sighing. ""Then what, Amber? How… How do you finish?""
+The question stumbled out of my mouth. I wanted to grab the words and pull them back in. Amber's eyes opened, looking at me. I could see a little sweat on her upper lip and her forehead.
+She breathed heavily. ""You… You wanna… Want to watch me?""
+I sighed. ""Yes."" My pussy was soaked. I felt a drop run down the inside of my thigh.
+Amber tucked both her heels tightly up against her bottom, spreading her legs high and wide. ""Then, when I'm… Ready…"" She breathed in and out a couple of times quickly. ""I press in another finger… Ahhhh."" She had two fingers in her vagina now, pumping slowly in and out. ""And I use my other hand to… To… Oh my God! To… Make… Make me… Ohhhh!"" Her other hand started rubbing along the side of her clit. I couldn't see it, but I knew where she was touching. Her finger rolled around her hand, making little circles around the top of her pussy. The room smelled of her.
+She opened her eyes and looked at me. They were glazed over, only half-open. Her mouth was open, breathing in and out like she was running a race. The breath from my mouth was making my tummy move in and out, too. I wanted to touch my pussy. I could feel my clit throb with Amber's every thrust of her fingers.
+""Here… Here, you… You do it."" She grabbed my hand and pulled it towards her pussy. I hesitated. She felt me tense.
+""Please, Gretta. I want to cum. I need to cum. Please help me."" The pleading on her face got to me. I let her guide my hand. Her pussy was wet -- very wet. It felt as if my fingers were pressing into an oily hot goo. I felt a hard little nub brush my fingertips.
+""Right there. Right there. "" She moved my fingers in a little circle for a minute, then let go. I kept moving them just like she had, but gently, lightly.
+She looked up at me, speaking between breaths. ""No, Gretta, push harder… Oh yeah, that's better.""
+Her hips started to push up every time I pushed down, rocking against my fingers. Her breath came in great whooshes out of her mouth, little moans at the end of each breath. Then, slowly, finally, she got frantic. Her fingers sawed in and out faster and faster, her other hand clutching at her boobs.
+""Oh, here I… Gretta! I'm gonna… I'm going to… Oh God!"" She grabbed my hand and held it to her dancing hips, shaking and collapsing on her side in a frenzy of spasms. Her face was red and her eyes were rolled back in her head, panting and puffing. She stopped for a moment, then jerked again, stopping her breathing and jerking again. Finally, she panted once deeply and calmed, the tension draining from her.
+A little drool dripped from the side of my mouth. I brought my hand up and wiped it from my lips. I looked at it hanging there. I pressed my fingers back up into my pussy and thought about what Amber said next to me all those years ago.
+She opened her eyes and saw me. ""My God."" She sighed and breathed in deeply, making her breasts rise. ""Look at your nipples.""
+I looked down at them. They stood out straight, about an inch. Long, erect, hard nipples on top of my puffy aureole, all pink and covered in little goosebumps.
+She touched my right one with her finger. I jumped and closed my eyes as a shivering jolt ran through my body. When I opened them, I noticed my hands were shaking.
+Amber was smiling at me. She sat up on one elbow, leaned in and kissed me - just a quick peck on the lips. Then she put her right hand on my shoulder and pushed. I rolled onto my back, my nipples pointing straight up in the air. She looked at me.
+""Your turn.""
+I felt very self-conscious all of the sudden. I tried to clear my head, so I could think of what I should do first. I closed my eyes and started to run my hands up and down my sides.
+She kissed me. She licked at my lips and I opened my mouth to her. Her tongue snaked its way inside and tickled the roof of my mouth. I moaned. I felt her hand pull on my thigh. I moved it, opening my legs, but she pulled my thigh up, between us.
+Then, I felt it. Her hand was lightly touching me. A finger lazily grazing up and down my slit, teasing, not entering, not rubbing, but gently stroking. I bounced my hips up, trying to catch her finger.
+She chuckled low in her throat and broke the kiss, her emerald eyes burning into mine. ""Is this what you want, sweetie?""
+Her two stiff fingers sank slowly into me, pressing deep, spreading my vagina wide open.
+My head came up, almost hitting hers as the breath shot out of my mouth, followed by a moan. ""Oh, oh, mmm…""
+I clutched my arms around her, holding on as she started moving her fingers in and out of me. ""You're too far gone to play around, Gretta. You want to cum right now, don't you?""
+I just grunted as her arm pistoned the fingers into me.
+""You want to cum all over my fingers, don't you Gretta? Is this what you want?""
+Her arm was a blur, plunging into me. Behind my eyes, I saw blue stars spread around the eyelids. I held onto her for fear of falling off the bed. Her large breasts hugged against my aching nipples. Little tingles of delight started echoing between my clit and my brain, spreading a tension that had stretched itself between my hips.
+I tried to answer her, but only moaned. ""Uh-huh!""
+She pressed me down onto the bed, holding her fingers still inside me for a moment. My hips were moving of their own volition, seeking stimulation against her hand. Sweat pooled between my breasts and ran down my tummy's side. My face felt clammy. My lips were dry from panting.
+Amber kissed the side of my face, then sat up for a moment, her fingers still inside me.
+She took my hand and brought it down to my pussy. ""Go sister, I want to see you when you cum.""
+I locked eyes with her and started to rub my clit. The sensation was too great. I rolled my eyes back as my head flung back against the bedspread.
+I felt something hot close over my nipple. Amber had closed her mouth over it and was sucking me. ""Oh! Amber, what are you… What are…?"" God, it felt good. As she licked my nipples, little shocks tingled down my body, tumbling around in my tummy and burst into my head. I felt like I'd been plugged in.  
+I looked up at the mirror across the room. Amber leaned over, kissing my breasts and pumping her arm between my legs. My own finger was a blur over my clit.
+As I continued to picture Amber and I on that night, another thought elbowed its way into my mind. My mental geography changed and I saw into the next room, picturing David as he talked to Sandy on the phone and stroking his rigid cock. I shook my head, banishing the image of David from my mind. I pictured a big, hard cock in front of me with a masculine torso above it. His hands slowly jacking the shaft. The purple head of it pointed right at me.
+I licked my lips, breathing heavily. My hands continued to make love to me, pressing me high, stretching the tension in my hips. I moaned at the back of my throat.
+The cock in front of me was turning purple and swelling in the hand that caressed it. I spread my legs, wishing this big penis were right there, right at my pussy, ready to fuck me. I continued to plunge my fingers inside my tight pussy. I thrust my finger in and out, sliding its length across my clit in my special place. My breath quickened.
+I put another finger inside me, pushing and twisting it deep down until I touched my G-spot. Stars went off. I arched my back, knocking my head against the headboard, but no pain, I felt too, too good.
+I pictured the cock at my pussy, pressing inside me, coating its shaft in my juices, fucking in and out of my pussy. I wanted to come all over it, come all over that cock.
+That did it. Bolts of electricity raced down my legs. I tried to stifle it, but a groan escaped, followed by a sob; I couldn’t help it, I was coming so nice. I jammed my two fingers deep in my pussy and came against them, fucking my hips forward, making my bed squeak.
+As my orgasm started, I looked up the torso and saw the man's face. It was David. It happened so fast that I was powerless to stop it. A vivid picture of David above me, sweaty, panting and pumping his hips. Horrified, I looked down between my legs and saw his erect cock sliding in and out of my pussy. It felt so good. Suddenly, he pulled out, and stood between my spread thighs. He stroked his cock and squirted hot cream, arching in the air, and splattering across my body as I came in front of him, as I came with him! Oh no! I can’t… Can't do this. My hips bucked against my hand as sparks flew up my body.
+My orgasm washed over me, spasms making me jump against the sweaty sheet beneath me. The tension broke in my hips and plunged my mind into light -- a big burst of light behind my eyelids. I coughed once, trying to breathe too fast. But I eventually slowed, coming down, settling, sinking into the bed beneath me until I breathed deeply in the warmth of my cum.
+I don't know how long I laid there naked, the covers thrown off and my nipples pointing at the ceiling, but I felt great – but wrong. Here I was basking in the afterglow of an anonymous fuck by an imaginary man only to be replaced at the last moment by my own brother, David.
+What the hell is wrong with me? As the afterglow conspired with my own exhaustion, the night swept me away into concerned sleep. The last thing I remember as the darkness closed in was the sound of David’s bed, squeaking from the next room.
+
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+282,Snippettsville,Snippettsville Group,Chain Stories,2003-12-09,2004-03-27,2022-01-08 03:53:34,3,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/snippettsville-christmas-issue,1. Short stories from a small town (7 2-minute reads). 2. Seven Ball shorts from a small town. 3. 8 tales from Winter Carnival at Green Lake.,['Snippettsville'],4.60,"_Hello, and welcome to the special Christmas 2003 issue of **Tales from Snippettsville** , Short Stories From A Small Town._
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+ _ **Contents of Christmas Special Issue**_
+ _ **Christmas Eve in Town** by Wildsweetone    **A Jessop Christmas** by Champagne1982    **Christmas Spirit** by Seattle Zack    **Christmas In The Woods** by PierceStreet    **There's No Place Like Home For The Holidays** by BadBombshellBabe    **Gift Wrapped** by Alex de Kok    **Holiday Shift** by Quasimodem_
+ _ **Illustrations** (c) Quasimodem, 2003_
+ _Now read on..._
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+ **Christmas Eve in Town** by [Wildsweetone](http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=82639)
+Liz paced the lounge, her half smoked cigarette dangling from between lush red lips as she muttered under her breath. He was late. She’d sworn she’d never ever wait for another man and yet here she was, waiting. He had to be the most infuriating man she’d ever known. But then, he was just Harold and she knew he was never going to change.
+Irritated, she brushed the white lace curtain aside and peered out into the night. No sign of his car. No sign of any car for that matter. For god’s sake, wasn’t it meant to be Christmas Eve? What do these country bumpkins in Snippettsville actually do on Christmas Eve? Do they all stay home in front of their cozy warm fires drinking hot toddys and opening plastic presents?
+Swatting the curtain back, Liz dragged deeply on her half finished cigarette then blew the smoke through her nose in the way that always managed to send stinging jabs through her nerve endings. Grabbing the cigarette from her mouth with deep red manicured fingertips, Liz ground it out in the crystal ashtray, blowing the last of the smoke from her system. She needed a drink. Not the tiny bottle in the fridge, it would be triple the price of a normal drink and contain only half the buzz effect she needed.
+Snatching her bag from the table, she reached the door in three steps. Ignoring the empty parking lot, she walked out onto the street. The only movements were snow flurries fluttering around the street lamps, or at least, every second street lamp. It seemed all the alternate ones had blown bulbs. “Hick town,” she mumbled under her breath as she shrugged, then walked to the pub.
+It was oddly silent.
+The lights glowed in the windows of the pub. And the juke box blared into the night. Opening the double doors, Liz realised the place was empty. Shaking her head in confusion, she walked to the back of the room then banged the bell until it jangled in her ears.
+How odd that there was no one else around.
+The bartender came through the doorway at the end of the bar. Liz smiled almost with relief. Then she realised it was the same guy as before, the one who drooled as he’d made her a drink. Wiping the smile from her mouth and from her eyes, she ordered a “gin and tonic, with lemon.”
+“I’m sorry lover, we’re out o’ lemon,” he grinned showing Liz his missing front tooth.
+Wincing, “it’s okay, just give me the gin and tonic.”
+Three large gins later, she asked, “where is everybody?”
+“Oh they’re probably all tucked up at home doing the cutesy Christmassy thing.” The glass thudded dully as he placed the fourth in front of her.
+“And what exactly is the Christmassy thing?” she knew she’d regret asking.
+“Come on out the back with me and I’ll show ya.” The cave entrance grin widened.
+Liz downed the drink, dropped the glass on the counter, then walked to the back room. May as well be entertained for half an hour as not, she thought.
+Unable to believe his luck, the bartender rushed to follow her. In his haste, he tripped over the edge of a beer crate, then crashed to the ground. His head hit the floor, seemed to bounce then fell back down to lay still.
+Checking his neck for a pulse, Liz sighed. Just my luck, she thought. I finally succumb to a quickie in the back of a pub and the guy knocks himself out for me.
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+ **A Jessop Christmas** by [Champagne1982](http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=147367)
+Mrs. Katrina Jessop watched proudly as her daughter, Cheri, sang her solo during the early Christmas Eve service at Reverend Niles' Presbyterian Church. Katrina had always loved the fellowship she felt with the other Snippetsville residents this time of year, they were especially charitable and generous. With all the good feelings that abounded during the season, it was shameful that she had to take the graveyard shift at the women's shelter tonight. She sighed, supposing that if anyone were in need of a visit from Saint Nicholas, then those children that were spending their Christmas day at the shelter, certainly qualified.
+She looked over at her darling husband. His beard had grown in a snowy white this autumn. There was some remnant of red still in his hair but maybe she only noticed because she knew what color it used to be. He had a paunch happening and Katrina so loved to tease him that a cardiologist shouldn't allow himself to get too out of shape, no matter what the contents of his personal gene pool. Katrina smiled as she imagined her beloved Jordan transformed, for just one day, into Kris Kringle. He'd look very good in red.
+The congregation was rising to its feet, getting ready to sing the perennial favorite, ""Silent Night"". Standing by the microphone with his acoustic guitar, Constable McDougall waited for the choir conductor's signal. Tears glistened on the tips of many an eyelash as the final ""Sleep in heavenly peace"" floated out onto the street into the evening.
+Hushed murmurs of Christmas wishes swept through the pews as all the families turned to their neighbors, loth to change the moment, yet eager to let the rest of the night unfold.
+Katrina looked up at a child's ringing laughter and saw Cheri tickling one of the numerous Oates' grandkids. As if on cue, laughter and loud calls of, ""Merry Christmas!"" erupted in near-unison from everyone in the church.
+Cheri waved to her parents and made her way to them, ""Randy McCrae has invited me on the sleigh ride and wiener roast out at the Lazy Snips this evening. I know you have to work Momma but I'll be home early enough to say good night.""
+""Don't worry about it, Sweetie. Your mother and I will be fine, we have been since you've started college, you know?"" Jordan Jessop smiled at his only child, ""We love you, darling. Have fun with Randy.""
+Katrina grasped her husband's forearm in both hands and leaned against him when she watched her child greet the tall, handsome, young man. ""Oh my! Jordan, she's in love with him."" She felt tears heating her eyes and blinked them back.
+Her husband raised his hand and brushed her cheek with the backs of his strong, surgeon's fingers, ""Come home with me now, my love,"" he led her through the wide, open doors of the church to the carillon playing ""Joy to the World"" and the children's laughter.
+As they walked west toward Main Street, Jordan asked, ""I was thinking, Katrina. I know that men aren't welcome at the shelter, but do you think it would be remiss if Santa showed up for a little while in the visitors' lounge tomorrow?""
+Katrina looked up into Jordan's warm brown eyes, ""Rules are made to be broken. I don't think anyone will mind at all, but I will check when I get to work and call you."" As they turned south towards Hope Creek and home, she stopped, ""I love you, Jordan. You are going to be the best Santa this sleepy little town has ever seen.""
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+ **Christmas Spirit** by [Seattle Zack](http://www.literotica.com:81/stories/memberpage.php?uid=252344)
+Tyler sat at the window, his surly gaze fixated on the house across the street. Fucking Preston. He took a swig of Jack, the liquid smoke sending flames through his body. ""A Christmas Story"" flickered on the muted television.
+The icicles on the eaves -- he'd countered that with lights wrapped around his picket fence, sixteen different flashing patterns. The illuminated star on the garage -- Tyler had one-upped that with five strands of lights, all green, in the tall pine in his front yard. Three hours of climbing, hands sticky with sap by the time he was done, but it had been worth it. But this was too much. On Christmas Eve, no less -- the bastard.
+He took another gulp of fire, anger increasing by the minute. All the houses on Oakmont Drive were decorated, of course, but his had always been the brightest, grandest display in the neighborhood. Until that asshole Preston moved in two years ago. Where did he get off, anyway?
+Tyler was surprised to see the bottle empty. He rose, swaying a bit, resisting an urge to smash something. Reindeer. Nine fucking reindeer with an animated Santa waving gaily from the roof. Tyler's plastic snowmen with their flashing noses and his six-foot tall candy canes seemed pathetic by comparison.
+""Give that fucker a piece of my mind,"" he muttered, staggering to the door.
+Dressed only in shirtsleeves, the chill blasted him as he crossed the street. He stopped, swaying, at the front door. Bastard even had a better wreath. He stumbled, leaning against the door, and was surprised to feel it swing open.
+Tyler blinked stupidly. The house was dark, but the stairway was illuminated with candles on every other step, filling the air with a waxy scent. He stepped inside uncertainly.
+""Yoo hoo! Come and get me!"" A woman's voice, slurred, coming from upstairs.
+Unsure what he was doing, Tyler navigated the stairs, careful not to kick over any of the candles. The door at the end of the hall was open, illumination from more candles flickering inside.
+It felt like a dream. He floated down the hall, stopping at the doorway.
+""I'm your Christmas present,"" she giggled.
+Preston’s wife was naked, sprawled across the bed, bows stuck to her nipples. She was wearing a blindfold, one of those sleeping masks. His gaze flickered down her pudgy body ... completely bare down there.
+Three empty bottles of champagne lay on the floor. She's as plastered as I am, he realized. Spreading her legs, she stretched lazily. ""Come and take me, Preston,"" she whispered huskily.
+He smiled slowly. Dropping his pants, he stepped out of his slippers. Even as drunk as he was, he still managed a respectable hard-on after a few minutes of rough encouragement. She squirmed on the bed. ""Fuck me.""
+He climbed on top of her, fumbling a little, entering her finally. ""Oooh, yes!"" she purred. Pinning her wrists down, he began thrusting, grinning like an idiot. This was better than a punch in the nose. Fucking reindeer.
+She let out a long moan as he pounded into her harder, the plastic bows brushing against his chest. His fingers tightened around her wrists as he came, a smooth satisfying release that seemed to go on for ten minutes.
+He stumbled to his feet, the alcohol still swirling in his brain. She lay on the bed, sprawled out obscenely. Hearing her snort, he realized she was snoring.
+Chuckling gleefully, he staggered drunkenly back across the street, hardly feeling the bracing wind. He’d have to congratulate Preston tomorrow on his tasteful decorations.
+* * * * *
+ **Christmas In The Woods** by [PierceStreet](http://www.literotica.com:81/stories/memberpage.php?uid=56331)
+In the living room of the rustic cabin, the family gathered around the Christmas Tree. Everyone was dressed alike in knitted Christmas sweaters. The Dad was finishing a reading of the “The Night Before Christmas.” His parents sat smiling, watching the twin five year old girls struggle to stay awake.
+Outside, snow was falling. Tomorrow, Dave Smith would come for them in his restored Snowtrac, basically a truck with tank like tracks, so they could cook their Christmas dinner in a modern kitchen at Grandma’s.
+After the story, everyone helped bed the girls down under a stack of comforters. The adults would fill the fireplace, and the wood burning stove before going to bed, but the fires would die out by morning and the cabin would grow cold. Under the mountain of comforters each had, everyone would stay warm.
+“Daddy,” said one of the girls, “tell us again why we are spending Christmas here?”
+“I’ve told you that a million times lately.”
+“Pleaseeeee,” they implored in unison.
+“OK. When I was a little boy, maybe a bit older than you, Grandma and Grandpa and I spent a wonderful Christmas here. We stayed here for a couple of months actually, and it was a grand adventure. I remember it as my best Christmas ever.” The grandmother wiped a tear from her eye. Only the daughter-in-law noticed her father-in-law blink away a tear.
+“And I wanted my little girls to know a Christmas like that. Mr. Smith, who owns this cabin now, agreed to rent it to us. Back when I was a boy, this cabin was owned by his Dad, who was a friend of Grandpas.”
+“Will Santa find us out here?” asked the more practical of the girls.
+Thinking of the huge stack of gifts Smitty had hauled out the day before they arrived and had hidden in the storage room, the grownups assured the girls Santa would be there.
+The adults retired to the living room and waited until the girls fell asleep. While the ladies set the gifts out, the men noticed the snow had stopped, and trusting by the clearing sky that there would be no more that night, they went outside and using a 2x4 and a stick, made what the girls would believe were sleigh marks and reindeer tracks in the snow. They were careful to eliminate their own tracks and leave just one man’s tracks going to and from the front door.
+Afterwards, the men joined their wives in their respective beds. The grandmother looked at her husband with love as he finally let tears form in his eyes. “I always said he was too young to think of it as anything but an adventure,” she reminded her husband.
+Knowing he couldn’t trust himself to speak, she continued, “he never knew you had lost your job, and that we’d been kicked out of our apartment.” Old man Smith had let them use his cabin. They’d eaten a lot of venison that winter.
+“He never knew how I’d failed him, and you.”
+“I think he told you tonight, you never failed us.”
+When spring came, he started a new job, that had become a career and the family ultimately bought a house in town.
+In the third bedroom, the Mom kissed the Dad. “You are so sweet to arrange this.”
+“I’m just glad Dave Smith’s Dad told him the story on his deathbed, and that Dave told me about the guilt my father’s carried all this time.”
+“You’ve given your Dad the best Christmas present you ever could.”
+* * * * *
+ **There's No Place Like Home for the Holidays** by [BadBombshellBabe](http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=106666)
+The pink light of dusk illuminated the snow on the country side as Jeff headed home for Christmas. He always traveled this route during his trek home for the holidays.
+He vividly recalled last night…the incredible sendoff that his girlfriend gave him. They'd been dating 2 months…nothing equaled the passion and intensity of sex in a new relationship, he thought. He shifted in the seat as his jeans felt tighter.
+He arrived at the Inn on the interstate, just on the outskirts of town. The sharp bite in the air surprised him
+He entered the motel's small office, the bell on the door tinkled as it closed, as it had previously. ""Be right there!"" a feminine voice called out from the back.
+Within a minute a tall brunette appeared. ""Sorry about that,"" she smiled ""what can I do for you?..I'm Maria.""
+In the past, Jeff was greeted by a few rough looking women that had stenched the office with stale nicotine. He was floored when Maria appeared. ""Yeah…just need a room for the night…a single,"" he stammered.
+""One night?"" Maria inquired. She smiled at Jeff as she started filling out the form.
+""Yeah,"" stated Jeff and handed her his credit card. ""Hey Maria, if it's available, can I have the room all the way down on that end?"", he asked as he pointed. ""The rooms on that end get kind of loud.""
+""No problem "" she replied as she looked over her list.
+He eyed her as she tuned around to process his credit card. She was an attractive, slim, leggy creature. Placing a slip of paper in front of him, she said, ""Sign right there,"" pointing to the line with an ostentatiously long, red fingernail.
+""All set. Room 210…last room on the end,"" she smiled. ""If you're hungry, Bob's Tavern, makes a great steak…"" she hesitated a moment and then added ""I'll be off in about an hour, if you don't want to eat alone."" She leaned over the counter onto her elbows, providing a glimpse of cleavage. Jeff thought this brazen and was intrigued.
+""Sure…I'd … I think I'd like that,"" he stammered, quickly appraising all the possibilities. ""I'll see you in about an hour,"" said Maria.
+Jeff dug his bag out of the trunk, entered his room, shed his clothes and jumped into the shower. Again his mind wandered to last night…Corrine…wrapping her legs around him…begging for more…moaning…
+He turned off the shower, lost in his daydream, the quick tap on the door snapped him back to the present. ""yeah??,"" he called…..
+""Just me…,"" Maria replied.
+""That was quick,"" said Jeff as he unlocked the door and wrapped the towel around a little tighter.
+""My relief arrived early, hope that's OK,"" Maria said, staring at his crotch. His hard on stood like a tent pole beneath the towel.
+""Of course"" stuttered Jeff. He turned around to get his clothes.
+""Wait…"" said Maria. ""How about an appetizer before dinner?""
+Before Jeff could respond, Maria was on her knees at his feet, tugging free the corner of the tucked towel. After several minutes of stroking, sucking and licking, Jeff shot his hot semen down Maria's throat.
+Ten minutes later, Jeff and Maria strolled into Bob's Tavern. Jeff noticed several of the patrons staring peculiarly.
+""Find us a cozy table,"" said Maria ""I'll be right back."" Jeff had barely seated himself in a wooden benched booth when a husky, balding man approached.
+""Howdy. I'm Bob"" said the large man as he handed Jeff a menu.
+At that moment, Maria returned.
+""I see you've met Martin,"" said Bob.
+* * * * *
+ **Gift Wrapped** by [Alex de Kok](http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1429)
+Sue had said, 'Sorry, sweetheart, I have to work Christmas Day, until four. Come round about six. We'll have the evening together. I'll cook Christmas dinner for you.'
+She works on the switchboard at the hospital. Her working meant one of the married operators could be with their family. Typical of Sue's generosity of spirit. We'd been going out together for about two months and already I couldn't imagine life without her as part of it.
+At six o'clock sharp I rang her doorbell. Jan opened it, smiled, ushered me in and gave me a friendly Christmas kiss under the mistletoe. Jan's Sue's roommate, and she was dressed for going out.
+""I'm off to see Harry; I'll be back about midnight. Sue's in her room, Tom, she said go straight in."" Jan waved goodbye and was off, an enigmatic smile on her face making me wonder what was up.
+""Sue?"" I called.
+""In my bedroom. Come on in.""
+I'd never been in Sue's bedroom before. Our relationship was heading towards what I hoped would be a full one, but so far our intimacy had ended at me caressing her breasts. Very nice breasts they are, too, lovely handfuls. I pushed open the door and stopped dead in my tracks.  
+Sue was lying on the bed, enveloped in Christmas wrapping paper from neck to toe. There was a big bow tied around her waist, with a gift tag.
+""Merry Christmas, Tom,"" she said. ""Come and unwrap your present. I hope you like it.""
+My prick grew an instant inch.
+I moved to the bedside and bent to read the gift tag. 'To Tom. Merry Christmas. Love, Sue XXX. All tags are numbered. Please attend to them in sequence.' The tag was #1.
+""What is this?"" I said. I think my prick knew what was going to happen before my brain caught on.
+Sue smiled, but said nothing. I looked into her eyes, warm, inviting, and reached out to pull at the bow around her waist. It came undone easily. There was a little tag which had been hidden. It said, '#2. Pull me.' So I did. The wrapping paper fell away from Sue's body. Under it, she was wearing silk, in my favourite red.
+There was another tag on her tummy. This one said, '#3. Please remove all wrapping paper.' Again I complied. My prick was getting stiffer when I had, because now I could see that she was wearing stockings, too, held up by lace garters around her thighs. Two more tags had been revealed. One was fastened to her bra, the other to her panties. They were numbered, too, #4 and #5.
+#4 said, 'Please remove your own clothes, then open here and remove this garment,' and it was attached to the front fastening on her bra. I grinned at Sue and complied. I had a bit of a problem getting my boxers off over my erection, but I managed, after a struggle which Sue watched closely. She smiled broadly when she saw what I was offering.
+When I removed her bra it was the first time I had seen her breasts in good light and I taught myself how lovely they are by kissing her erect nipples. She moaned a little and I turned my attention to tag #5. This one said, 'Remove panties by pulling towards feet.'
+When I did, I saw that Sue's mound was shaved bare, with a message in lipstick, and an arrow. 'Penis to be inserted here and love to be shared at length.'
+We finally ate Christmas dinner on the 26th.
+* * * * *
+ **Holiday Shift** by [Quasimodem](http://www.literotica.com:81/stories/memberpage.php?uid=37689)
+Archie McDougall hurried into the Showboat Hotel in answer to Jennifer Tillies's radio dispatch that a fight was in progress. He found two men, amid a circle of broken dishes and overturned tables, squaring off like deranged bantam roosters.
+The smaller man was wailing away with a series of vicious jabs at his larger opponent's mid-section.
+""Just a loving minute, there,"" Archie began, then made noises like a leaky accordion, as the larger man planted a roundhouse in his breadbasket.
+First, the constable sat heavily upon a nearby table, and then the floor, as the table collapsed beneath his weight. Shielding his head from the smaller belligerent's kick, Archie regained his feet with a bellow.
+With one hand, McDougall grasped the small combatant's shirtfront, while slipping the other hand behind the larger man's thick neck.
+One second later, two heads collided with a meaty thunk, and the Showboat returned to silence.
+   *
+   ""Where's the sheriff?""
+""We don't have a sheriff,"" Jennifer replied, ""we've a Chief of Police.""
+""Who gives a damn,"" the woman countered. ""I want you to arrest my husband. He assaulted me.""
+Jennifer's gaze traveled from the woman's snarling, undamaged features and bloodstained dress, to her cowed spouse's blackened eye and streaming nose.
+""Write a deposition to that effect,"" the Snippettsville police department's general factotum suggested, ""and an officer will investigate immediately.""
+""Investigate? I want the bastard jailed.""
+""We must follow procedure. Write out your statement, then we can gather evidence - check whose blood is on your dress, see if any neighbour witnessed the attack.""
+""No bloody cops snooping around - I won't have it!""
+""It's standard procedure,"" Jennifer insisted. ""We must investigate your complaint thoroughly. Prove that your statement is accurate? Otherwise, we'd have to prosecute you for filing a false statement.""
+""I won't have it!""
+""It's the law, Mrs. Gorngath,"" Jennifer insisted, grimacing as she inadvertently betrayed her recognition of the complainant.
+""The hell you say!"" Mrs. Gorngath objected, switching gears. ""Come on, Cecil, we're going home. I'll give you one more chance.""
+""Yes dear.""
+   *
+   Siren wailing, Chief Holt's patrol car followed an obviously intoxicated driver in a speeding Chevy, south on Green Lake Road.
+Suddenly, the fugitive switched off his lights.
+Tom slowed his vehicle, peeling his eyes to discover the drunk's intentions. A shadowy motion at the periphery of Tom's vision alerted the lawman.
+The fugitive had turned down an old fire trail that serviced remote cottages on Green Lake.
+Crabbing the wheel, Tom skidded, turning in pursuit along the snow-clogged trail.
+""At least,"" Tom thought, ""there's less chance of a collision. I can hang back until he's stuck in a drift.""
+The darkened vehicle topped a hill. Almost immediately, a rending crash and anguished screams echoed through the stillness.
+Drawing closer, Tom's headlights illuminated the carnage. The Chevy had demolished two snowmobiles. One passenger appeared in critical condition, the other was beyond help.
+Tom radioed Jennifer to have Cedar Grove dispatch emergency vehicles to his location, then ran to offer assistance.
+Midway, Tom was accosted by a wild-eyed motorist, his breath redolent of whiskey.
+""It's all your fault!"" the man accused Tom. ""If you hadn't chased me, none of this would have happened.""
+Slamming the drunk against his car, Tom handcuffed the man's wrists behind his back, then hurried to assist the injured.
+   *
+   Archie tipped shots of rum into the eggnog Jennifer had poured. Tom picked up his glass distastefully, sighed, then proposed the toast.
+""To a safe, peaceful New Year.""
+""A safe, peaceful New Year,"" Jennifer chorused, as Archie added, ""with just enough brangling so we're still gainfully employed next New Year's Eve.""
+* * * * *
+ _Feedback is welcomed_
+
+"
+283,Ste. Vivienne's Clinic: First Time Physical Therapy,Trixareforkids,Chain Stories,2014-06-09,2014-06-09,2022-01-08 03:53:38,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/ste-viviennes-clinic-first-time- physical-therapy,Betty goes in for PT and has her 1st lesbian encounter.,"['Betty Page', 'Cunnilingus', 'First Time', 'Lesbian', 'Oral', 'Pussy']",4.5,"_This story is for adult entertainment. If you find it entertaining it is in part thanks to the wonderful editing of pacifist91w._
+*
+Betty wasn't sure how physical therapy was supposed to help her, but at this point she was willing to try anything to stop her embarrassing problem. She'd been doing the exercises the doctor had given her--but they just weren't working. He said that Betty could try physical therapy. If that didn't work, then the next step would be surgery. After her C-section eleven months ago, Betty wanted to avoid surgery if at all possible.
+She'd gotten directions at the information desk and followed them to this large room. It looked like a gym had mated with a massage parlor. She was only a little early, so she was surprised that no one was about when she entered.
+""Hello?""
+""Out in a minute."" The voice was feminine; that was a bit of a relief. ""Make yourself comfortable; you're my last appointment today.""
+Betty walked around the room, unsure how exactly to get comfortable under the circumstances. How did one go about therapy for weakened vag muscles? She'd done the kegals the way the doctor had described--all the time, in fact-- except for when she was breast-feeding. Having the baby sucking while clenching down there just weirded her out.
+""Oh geez!"" She realized that she'd forgotten her hand pump. This could get very uncomfortable. She hoped she didn't start leaking before she made it home. She laughed to herself when she thought about what hubby had said last night when she said it was time to wean the baby. ""But what about me?"" It was nice having someone who knew how to suck without biting. Her little man was biting. A lot. Time to give them up!
+""It's good to hear laughter in here."" She was exactly what Betty pictured a physical therapist would look like: tall, lean, athletic build, more a swimmer's body than a runner's. Her long, tan legs were hugged by spandex athletic shorts. Her arms were well-defined but not overly muscular. Surprisingly, she had a little belly that didn't fit the rest of her build.
+Betty couldn't resist. ""I'm sorry. I know it's rude, but are you pregnant?""
+The woman laughed. ""I am, actually, and you're the first client who's had the courage to ask. Hi, I'm Paige.""
+Betty laughed, ""Oh, that's perfect. Nice to meet you Paige, I'm Betty! Between the two of us, we could make a good Betty Paige.""
+Paige gave a chuckle of her own. ""Funny, I think you're right. If you mashed us together, we'd make a good Betty: your hair, face, and boobs and my long limbs and wasp waist. So Betty, you're here for pelvic strengthening, is that right?""
+Betty nodded. ""Yes, that's the idea, but I'm not sure how we do it. I've been doing my kegals, honestly. I do them practically all day."" It all came out in a rush. Betty looked down, embarrassed when she finished.
+Paige stepped over and put an arm around Betty's shoulder. ""Don't be embarrassed. It happens. You strained the muscles trying to pop that baby out is all.""
+Betty looked up. ""Was that in my file?""
+""I'm guessing, mostly because of that."" Paige nodded at Betty's now-damp chest as she let go of her shoulder and turned to face her. ""That happens all the time too. No worries, just us girls here! Why don't you fill in the details for me?""
+Betty looked down at her large, wet chest. ""Well, shit. I forgot my hand pump and I don't have a change of clothes. I can't believe how totally unprepared I am today.""
+""Like I said, no worries. I've got a shirt--though not a bra--that will fit you. When we're done, you can wear it out of here so you're not advertising on your way.""
+That got a laugh out of Betty. ""'Advertising' indeed! I didn't realize until I started breast-feeding just how many guys find it erotic. I get the lustiest looks when I'm doing it in public. It's only other women who seem to have an issue.""
+Paige nodded. ""Women with kids, right?""
+""Yes. I get, 'It's not proper' or 'Do that in private.' Uh, I'm feeding a baby, not having sex.""
+Paige said, ""It's because they're thinking the same thing the men are. Don't tell me that it doesn't feel deliciously erotic when it's your husband instead of your baby."" Paige raised an eyebrow at her.
+""Well, I will say that I can't do kegals while breast-feeding. It makes me think of sex."" Betty blushed a little.
+""Perfectly normal: women who haven't breast-fed don't know the difference. They assume it's all erotic and freak out. It all depends on who's on the other end."" Paige smiled. ""Okay, back to why you're here. Was it a long delivery?""
+""Oh gods. It went so long that they gave up and performed a C-section.""
+""Did you have problems before that?""
+""Not before the pregnancy, but my little man seemed to settle right on top of my bladder. I felt like I had to pee all the time, but in order to actually go, I had to bend forward and push him off my bladder.""
+""And now?""
+""Now I'm okay until I cough, sneeze, or have a good hard laugh. Oh--even more embarrassing, a couple of times when having sex, I've had a little stream come out right before I came. Hubby's a dear and hasn't said anything, but I saw his eyes go wide the last time it happened.""
+Paige smiled at Betty. ""The first three we'll work on, but I think the last may be here to stay. I believe you're experiencing female ejaculation. It's not pee, although I know it can feel like it. I tell you what: we'll work on the leaking. When that's under control, you'll know that the other isn't pee. Okay?""
+""If you say so. I just want to be able to laugh, cough, or sneeze without having to cross my legs or spritz myself when it comes on too fast.""
+""We will definitely work on it. To do it properly, you're going to have to deal with a bit more embarrassment.""
+""Oh geez. How so?""
+""Well, it's a matter of how comfortable you are with being examined down there.""
+Betty laughed. ""Ha! After having a baby, I've gotten quite used to examination. But what exactly will you be observing?"" Betty had butterflies in her stomach. She'd never had a female GYN. Sure, the nurses at the hospital had checked her, but it was quick and perfunctory. Also, she'd been a bit out of it then and hadn't cared who was doing what. She'd just wanted the baby out.
+Here and now though, fully dressed with an attractive woman in front of her, the thought of being examined was promoting new feelings. She hadn't experimented during college, having met hubby in the second semester of her first year. It was one of the things she'd always wondered about; the way her dorm mates talked about it sounded intriguing. She shook herself back reality when Paige spoke again.
+""That's good; maybe it won't be embarrassing after all. Being a swimmer and a physical therapist, I lost all hang-ups about nudity long ago. I know lots of women who are more embarrassed to be unclothed around other women than men.""
+""Oh, I got past that in college. Half the girls seemed to own only one towel, which they used for their hair."" Betty laughed.
+""Ah, college--those were the days."" Paige gave a wistful sigh.
+Betty gave a nervous chuckle, sensing a Sappho vibe from Paige's wistfulness. ""So, what's first?""
+""Let me grab gloves and towels. I'll need you to undress from the waist down. I'll be right back with a towel for you. I think the table there would work best.""
+Betty looked where Paige pointed. The table was padded with a thick mat like in gymnastics rooms. The table was probably waist-high for Paige. When Betty walked over to it, she found the top of it was just above her belly button.
+She sat on the bench near the table to take off her shoes. When she stood to remove her pants and panties, she blushed. She was wet. It wasn't from spritzing. Thinking about what she'd missed in college and the lovely, long, lean Paige examining her had had an effect. Betty used her cotton panties to try to absorb some of the evidence.
+Betty felt a wave of heat and a new surge of embarrassment when Paige came back without a shirt. She was in just a zip-front sports bra and spandex shorts, leaving little for Betty to imagine (though she was imagining inappropriate things!)
+***
+Had Betty known what Paige was thinking, she would have been more excited than embarrassed.
+Paige knew she ought to reschedule Betty with another therapist; it was totally inappropriate to work with a patient she was so attracted to. She took her time getting the supplies while she tried to convince herself to do the right thing. She'd gotten a vibe from Betty, however, that made her too tempting to resist.
+At four-and-a-half months pregnant, Paige was terrifically horny all the time. Work and swimming usually helped to take the edge off until her partner got home and she could indulge. Patti hadn't been home for the past three days, however; she was attending a week-long conference. Paige had been taking care of herself in Patti's absence, but she knew Patti wouldn't mind if she had a little fun without her. She'd tell Patti all about it over the phone while they played with themselves.
+Paige grabbed a few towels, expecting to need them. The thought made her break into a grin that she was still sporting when she came back out of the small office. She'd removed her top when she felt a wave of heat. They kept it fairly warm in the PT room in deference to the older folks they often saw. On her way out of the office, Paige bumped up the temperature a couple more degrees to make sure they'd be comfortable if she got herself and Betty into the state of undress she hoped to.
+The capable therapist went to the bench Betty had left her neatly-folded pants on and set down her stack of supplies. ""Just a minute, let me make sure we're not disturbed. I doubt you want to show your goodies to any curious passersby. Oh, sorry. Here! Take this, lay it on the lower half of the table, and climb up. I'll lock the door and kill some of the overhead lights so it's not quite so clinical.""
+Paige was halfway to the door when Betty said, ""Climb is right. Geez, these things aren't made for short people!""
+Paige laughed and pointed to the base of the table. ""It has a pullout stool. And you reminded me; I should grab my own stool so I can properly see what we're dealing with.""
+The thought of having her face in Betty's center was getting Paige excited. She hurried through her tasks, returning with her wheeled stool in moments. Betty was sitting on the edge of the table, swinging her legs in obvious nervousness. Betty wouldn't be the first ""nervous virgin"" she'd handled. Being at work, she'd have to control herself enough to soothe Betty's nerves quickly and deftly. She preferred to drag it out, building the anticipation, but circumstances demanded different tactics. She wished Patti was here to act as wingman.
+Paige sat on her stool a couple of feet from Betty, allowing Betty the power position. Paige put on her gloves. ""I'm afraid we don't have stirrups: not much call for them. Would you be more comfortable lying or in a seated- reclined position? We have those big wedges to put behind your back.""
+Paige knew Betty's response would be a good indicator of her chance of success. If she wanted to lie down, then this was purely medical for her. If she wanted to sit up and watch Paige examine her pussy, then she might be open to more than an examination.
+Betty stopped swinging her legs and closed her eyes a moment. When she opened them, Paige could see an edge of hunger and curiosity there. ""I think I'd like to see what's happening. If that's okay?""
+""That's perfectly fine, probably best. You'll know what to do when you work on your own--or with your husband, if he's willing."" Paige got up from her stool and grabbed one of the large wedges.
+""Oh, he's always willing to help if it involves pussy. Oh! That was crude wasn't it? I'm sorry, I may be a little nervous."" Betty looked her up and down as she brought the wedge.
+""No worries,"" Paige told Betty as she positioned the wedge and indicated with her hands how she wanted Betty to align herself. She patted Betty's rear to indicate she should scoot to the edge of the table. ""You just lie back now and relax as much as possible. I'll be using two fingers, like the doctor; but I promise it won't feel like a doctor's exam.""
+Paige turned away to hide the smile that Betty's little drawn breath brought to her face. This was going to go her way, all right! When Paige was seated, she looked up at Betty, who had her hands on her ankles to help keep her feet at the edge of the table. Paige looked at Betty's chest and noticed that the damp spot on her blouse had spread.
+""You know, I turned up the temperature. You could remove your shirt if you'd like. Keep it from getting wetter.""
+Betty looked down at her chest. ""Oh geez, I don't know. I seem to be leaking quite a bit.""
+""That must be uncomfortable. I brought extra towels. You could strip down and use a towel. Your clothes may dry before you leave.""
+""You don't mind?"" Betty's voice was very tentative. Paige could tell she wanted to strip but was looking for approval.
+The thought of those milky breasts was heating Paige up. ""I think it's perfectly natural. Would it make you more comfortable if I were topless as well? It is quite warm in here.""
+""Oh, that would make me more comfortable: like friends in a steam room. To tell the truth, getting rid of this bra would be great. I haven't gone without except in the shower since my son was born.""
+""Not even with the hubby?"" Paige teased.
+""No, not even then. Nursing bras and quickie sex. Gods! I do miss leisurely sex."" Betty unbuttoned her shirt slowly as she spoke.
+Paige unzipped her sports bra and tossed it to the bench. ""That's terrible. No family to babysit while you and hubby play?""
+""Unfortunately no. It's been catch as catch can since I recovered from the C-section."" Betty had her blouse almost unbuttoned but her feet were slipping off the table.
+""Here, let me hold your feet for you."" Paige stood between Betty's legs and held her ankles. Her thumbs rubbed the inside of Betty's feet.
+Betty finished unbuttoning her blouse and flounced it open. Paige's mouth watered a little. Betty's breasts were mashed together by her too-tight bra, causing a massive swell of cleavage. ""Betty. Sweetheart, I think you really need a bigger bra!"" Paige meant it to come out with a laugh, but all that came was a breathy sigh.
+""They're not always this large. I fed little guy before I left, but he's eating more food and not drinking as much as he used to. My boobs haven't figured that out. That's why I usually take the hand pump with me."" Betty was watching Paige watch her chest.
+""Let's get you up so you can let them out for some air. They must be suffocating in there."" Paige took Betty's hands, but only took a small step back as she pulled Betty up. ""Let me help you."" She released Betty's hands and slid the blouse down Betty's shoulders. ""Can you get the clasp or would you like a hand?"" Their chests were only a foot apart.
+""Some help would be lovely."" Betty had scooted her butt back as she sat up. She leaned forward, putting the balls of her feet on the portion of the foot stool that was sticking out. She stepped down and turned around.
+Paige took in Betty's gorgeous backside. She was a curvy little thing: padding in all the right places, nice, round ass that Paige wanted to grab. As Paige undid Betty's bra, Betty said, ""If it weren't for those spandex pants, I'd never have guessed that you were pregnant.""
+Paige unclasped the bra. Betty let it fall and tossed it to the rest of her clothes. She turned around and looked at Paige's waist. ""How is possible that you still have a waist? How far along are you?""
+Paige just shrugged in reply as she looked at Betty. Gods, what beautiful breasts, so milk heavy, pale and swollen with such dark nipples! They were erect, just waiting to be sucked.
+""Let's get you back on the table. I'll get you a towel. How about we roll it up and put it under, so they can get some air for a change?""
+Betty got herself back into position while Paige rolled the towel. She raised her eyebrows at Betty. When she gave a little nod, Paige lifted each breast and placed the towel gently. She watched a few drops of milk roll down Betty's right breast and soak into the towel.
+""Shall we get started?""
+""Well, as you said; it's just us girls and it is warm. Wouldn't you be more comfortable in the buff? I know I wanted to be naked the whole time I was pregnant! Actually, I wanted to be having sex the whole time I was pregnant and being naked made it much quicker.""
+Paige laughed. ""Me too! I don't think I've ever been so horny! My partner is loving it. Unfortunately she's away at the moment."" Paige pushed off her shoes with her feet as she spoke. She grabbed the last towel to put on her stool. She shucked off her shorts.
+As she sat again, she said to Betty, ""You know, I've never worked in the nude! But it is just us girls and I'm positively glistening.""
+""Oh, me too. I'm glad it's not just me. That would have been embarrassing.""
+Paige scooted her stool and put her hands on Betty's thighs. ""As you've surmised by now, I'm a lover of women's bodies. No need for embarrassment! The only time I feel embarrassed is if there's a miscommunication. I think we understand each other though. You're here to learn about controlling your issue; I'm here to help you. If we make some new discoveries along the way...so much the better, eh?""
+""Yes. New discoveries are almost certain and would be...enlightening.""
+Paige ran her gloved fingers down Betty's thighs to her bikini line, focusing her attention on the outline of hair there. ""Let's see what we can discover about your issues. Have you had any sort of physical therapy, Betty?""
+With a half-smirk, Betty replied, ""No, but I've always wondered what exactly it entailed.""
+Paige looked down to Betty's soft, fur-covered mound. ""I've had more than a few women wonder when they learn I'm a therapist.""
+Betty chuckled. ""I don't doubt it.""
+""Now Betty, I'm going to gently massage between your folds. When I stop, I want you to give everything a good squeeze so I can see the muscles act. Ready to begin your therapy?""
+""Uh huh.""
+""Okay, here we go."" Paige used her left hand to separate Betty's outer lips. With her right, she took her index and middle fingers and dipped them in the moisture at the fluted opening. She ran her fingers up the outside of the inner lips and her thumb up the center.
+She could see the involuntary tightening this caused. She stopped her thumb short of Betty's clit, though she ran her fingers up either side of it. Paige smiled as Betty's legs came open more. She glanced over to see that Betty's fingertips were digging into her ankles. And she'd barely begun! She suspected that Betty had been dreaming about something like this for years.
+***
+In fact, Betty had! Now that it was happening, she intended to let herself enjoy it to the fullest.
+With Paige running her gloved fingers--that were slick with Betty's juices--up and down her lips, Betty was sorry she hadn't experimented in college. Though she'd told hubby repeatedly that she liked to have her lips played with, he never did so for more than a moment or two. When he did, he mostly just pulled on them or flapped them like little wings, which was more annoying than anything. She'd given up trying to get him to play with them properly years ago.
+Now she was luxuriating in not just the feel but the sight of it being done. It being done by a woman whom Betty considered beautiful was simply a bonus. There were very few women to whom Betty was attracted. Having this blonde goddess between her legs was a fantasy come true.
+""Okay, sweetheart; let me see you clench.""
+Betty clenched as she'd done with her kegals: tightening in stages to a four- count, releasing the same way.  
+""That's good. A few more times for me, please.""
+She watched Paige's fingers move to her opening. Paige rubbed along the edge as Betty went into the release portion of each cycle. After five reps, Paige said, ""Good. Now I want you to relax a minute; I'm going to feel inside and push against the muscles. Don't resist yet! I'm just getting an idea of the 'lay of the land.' You ready?""
+Betty nodded. Paige slid in two fingers. Betty's knuckles went white. ""Relax, sweetheart! I know what--why don't you put your feet on my shoulders and free your hands to massage those swollen breasts of yours? After being trapped all day and night in too-small bras, I'm sure they'd like a soothing rub.""
+Betty had been dying to play with her breasts. They were so full and tight that they were starting to ache a bit. Without taking her eyes off Paige's hands, she brought her own to her breasts. She lifted them away from her body, bringing them automatically towards her face. She'd never told hubby or done it in front of him; only when she was in the shower had she indulged in her new ability to suck her own nipples. Now she did so without thinking. The ache started to ease as soon as she clamped her lips to her nipple and started to suck. As the warm milk flowed, so did her honeyed juices.
+She smiled a moment and switched breasts. She heard a little exclamation from Paige.
+Paige was slowly rotating her fingers inside Betty. She'd begun by hooking them just inside her entrance and pulling down. Now she was deeper and she'd found Betty's g-spot. Betty's eyes jumped to Paige's face as her hips lifted slightly.
+Paige was watching her, eyes going back and forth between her eyes and her mouth. ""I envy your ability to do that. I wonder if mine will get large enough?""
+""I discovered that I could a couple of months ago. Hubby had stopped just before I felt like I might come. I wanted to see if I could come from sucking alone: not quite, but with just a little clit play, I have the best orgasms!""
+""Speaking of orgasms, I think it would be informative to feel that. Shall we see how tightly you clamp when it happens?""
+""That would be heavenly.""
+Paige rolled her stool so that she could bring her mouth to Betty's crotch. Betty switched back to her right breast, having taken the edge off the pressure in the left. So much better than a pump, she thought to herself. She could feel the tell-tale tingle beginning in her nether region.
+Betty couldn't wait to have those lovely, full lips on her lower lips and clit, sucking up her flesh and her growing need. Betty began sucking her nipples in earnest when Paige slid her tongue up her slit and flicked her clit.
+***
+Paige lightly circled Betty's clit with her tongue for a full minute before dipping in to really taste her. When she got a taste, she knew she didn't want to rush Betty to orgasm. She wanted to tease and bring her closer by degrees, to hold her on the edge as long as possible. She didn't know what made Betty taste so good, but she wanted to dine, not snack. When she came up to give her clit a little suck, Betty bucked into her mouth.
+The naked therapist lifted her head and said, ""For therapy to be effective, you have to have patience and take things slowly. It takes time and effort to strengthen weakened muscles.""
+""I understand. I'll follow your lead and try not to bemoan the pace you set."" Betty smiled and batted her eyelashes at Paige.
+Paige laughed. ""I'll try to set a pace that's not too much for you to handle.""
+Betty's smile cleared and she said more seriously, ""I never suspected I'd find PT so enjoyable and beautiful.""
+Paige knew she had classic good looks, but Patti wasn't here to make her feel good about her changing body. It was nice to get a compliment from a woman she found so attractive.
+As for Betty, she was too young to be considered a MILF. She still had the cuteness of the sweet, round-faced girl-next-door. With her gorgeous black hair in its Betty Page style and her luscious curves, she was quite adorable.
+Paige thanked heaven for the many blessings of this one delicious little woman as she got back to her feast.
+She massaged Betty's inner lips between her thumbs and middle fingers, using her index fingers to lightly rub the sides of Betty's clit. Every so often, Paige would pull her open to get a good taste and softly suck her clit, until Betty pushed up, into her mouth. She'd look at Betty now and then to watch her suckle herself. Paige was determined that when she finished feasting, she'd get a taste of both Betty's mouth and her milk.
+With each round, Paige let Betty rub into her face a little longer until she felt Betty's whole body tense. She re-entered with her fingers and stimulated her g-spot. She bared her clit and latched on with gentle, steady sucking.
+***
+Betty built steam for a truly juicy orgasm. She panted between breast changes. When Paige entered her again and started her magnificent sucking, Betty knew she would come soon. She latched onto her own breast like someone starving. Between her and Paige's sucking, the build-up peaked and her orgasm finally washed over her. Her shaky legs locked. Feet pressed into Paige's shoulders as her hips rose and fell. Paige's mouth followed her movements without noticeable change in pressure. Betty's mouth relaxed. A long, low moan rose in intensity and she panted a clipped, ""Oh god!"" as wave after wave rolled over her.
+***
+Paige finally removed her mouth as Betty settled her buttocks back onto the table, legs trembling. Paige stood without removing her fingers. She let Betty's legs slide off her shoulders.
+""I think we need to scoot you back before you slide off the table."" She had turned her wrist as she stood. She ran her thumb up Betty's slick lips to her clit. Ever-so-lightly, she tickled Betty's clit as Betty sat up and scooted her rear backward. Paige released Betty's pussy and reached past her to push the wedge back to the wall.
+Without a word, Betty gently cupped Paige's smaller breasts and kissed each nipple. Paige brought her hands to Betty's hair and used her fingers to cradle Betty's head. Betty took this as a sign and leaned her head back for a kiss.
+Paige leaned down and put her glistening lips to Betty's. They indulged in a long, slow, get to know you kiss before Paige came up for air. ""Scoot back, sweetheart. I'm dying to taste those milky breasts. I want you to come on my hand again while I taste them.""
+""Oh, Jee-zus! I don't know if I can. I've never come more than once before!""
+""Never?""
+""No. By the time I'm done--if I get there at all--hubby is right behind me. Then he's ready to clean up and go to sleep.""
+""Oh, honey, you really do have some exploration in store then. And we need to teach that hubby of yours a few things as well!""
+Betty scooted back until she was fully reclined on the wedge on the table. ""I didn't realize how big this table is.""
+""They're made to accommodate athletes: perfect for other things, though.""
+Paige climbed onto the table and traced her hands up Betty's legs to her sides. She quickly moved from her ticklish spots to her breasts. These she took in her hands and lifted, pushing them together, nipples only inches apart. Milk seeped out. Paige brought her mouth to each in turn, tasting a bit from each. ""Funny! The milk from the left tastes just a bit sweeter.""
+""I noticed that too. It explains why little man seems to prefer that one.""
+""To be honest, while it's seductive, it's not nearly as good as pussy--and you have a very sweet pussy.""
+***
+""I have nothing to compare it to."" Betty took Paige in--long and lean and tan all over, even her breasts. They weren't nearly as big as Betty's but they'd felt good in her hands. She didn't want to disappoint Paige by telling her that she didn't think they'd get big enough for Paige to suck them herself. She felt sure that Paige would rarely lack a willing partner to suck them for her.
+Paige shifted, put her hand on Betty's mound, and tilted her head at Betty. ""If you're really interested, after we're done with your therapy, maybe I'll give you a comparison. For now, I want to test your stamina.""
+Ye gads! I'm going to get a chance to come again AND taste her: so far, physical therapy rocks! Betty's head fell back as Paige brought her mouth to a very sensitive nipple. Betty gave over to feeling, left her head back, and closed her eyes.
+This time, she wanted to judge if it was as good as she'd thought or if it was just the novelty of having a beautiful woman instead of her husband. Even if he did occasionally leave her high and wet, he did know how to get her off fast when they were both looking for a quickie.
+It was only a couple of minutes before Betty stopped trying to compare and actually relaxed into the sensations Paige was creating in her.
+***
+Paige felt Betty completely relax. She'd been waiting for that. She didn't change what she was doing except to switch breasts. She used her left arm to balance herself; her right hand had gone back to exploring Betty's depths.
+Paige was surprised that Betty was having a leakage problem. She was doing a good job of squeezing Paige's fingers. Paige thought that she'd get Betty an EVI to wear during the day and see if that helped when added to the kegals she was doing. Both Patti and Paige liked their EVIs. They were always so tight right after they took them out that it was their favorite time to 69 and have some hand play.
+Paige's hand was palm-up; she used her fingertips to stimulate Betty's g-spot and her thumb to rub her clit. Rather than getting too sensitive, Betty's clit seemed to enjoy a little rougher play the second time around. Instead of making sure there was plenty of lubrication, Paige was occasionally wiping some of the moisture into Betty's bush.
+Betty soon began to rock her pelvis into Paige's hand and pulled her nipple away from Paige's mouth. Paige guessed Betty's nipples had become hyper- sensitive, so she left them alone. She sat up and repositioned herself between Betty's legs. She increased the pressure of her right hand and used her left hand for more intense clit play.
+The effect on Betty was immediate; she planted her hands and feet on the table and started her adorable little pants. Paige wanted to taste her sweetness again but she could tell that Betty was getting close, so she held her course. She let Betty change the rhythm with her pelvic movements.
+Betty's orgasm began. Paige laughed as Betty's pants turned to a mumbled, ""Fuck me. Oh, sweet Jesus, fuck me. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.""
+The ""yeahs"" got louder as Betty's hips rose with her orgasm until her legs locked and her pelvis stopped moving. Paige didn't stop her motions until Betty's inner muscles stopped their pattern of clench and release.
+***
+Betty lowered herself back to the table and opened her eyes wide. ""Holy mother! That was even stronger than the first! I haven't had one that strong in years.""
+Paige smiled at her as she took off her gloves and dropped them beside the table. ""I noticed that after coming the first time, your nipples became more sensitive and your clit less. That's probably the secret to your coming a second time: more pressure and friction. Honestly, I wouldn't recommend going a third round; you'd be quite sore. As it is, you'll most likely be more tender than normal.""
+""Okay....So what's the analysis? Is it hopeless?""
+""Oh no! Keep up with your kegals. When you come to your next session, I'll have something to help you. I think both you and your husband will enjoy this little device. Patti and I love ours.""
+""Ooh, another session and a device sound great!""
+Paige laughed. ""You're actually nicely tight. If you keep up with it, you should be where you want in no time.""
+""Not spritzing myself, you mean."" Betty smiled. ""Now how do I thank you for this wonderfully enlightening therapy session?""
+""Earlier, you said you had nothing to compare your taste to....""
+Betty started to sit up, licking her lips.
+Paige gave a little laugh, ""Not quite yet! I'd like another taste of you. Then another kiss, so you'll have your own taste as a base for comparison.""
+Betty laughed. ""Well, I am supposed to compare!""
+Paige slid off the table. ""Let's start where we began; I'll taste you, then we'll switch and you can taste me. It's much more comfortable to eat when sitting. Don't worry; I'll guide you as you go. I remember how nervous and clueless I felt the first time I ate pussy.""
+Betty laughed. Her husband would never believe she'd gone to PT and ended up eating pussy. She wondered if she should tell him. Until this moment, it hadn't crossed her mind that she was cheating. She pushed the thought from her mind for now. She'd probably tell him. She'd think about what that meant when she finished what she'd begun.
+Back in a position to watch what was happening, Betty smiled down at Paige-- who again seemed to know what she needed and did everything slowly and exaggeratedly. A first lesson in how to handle a pussy not your own Betty thought. She had to ask one question. ""Why the gloves?""
+""Ah, not everyone wears them, but I always do, even at home. Every vag has a delicate balance going and the gloves help protect that balance if ya get me.""
+""I get ya. Actually, thinking about issues I've had, it's a damn fine idea. I'll have to find out what size hubby wears.""
+""That's a good girl. You may turn out to be a quick study.""
+""We'll see. At the least I'm an eager student. I think it has something to do with the teacher.""
+""You're sweet."" Paige wiggled her eyebrows and smiled.
+***
+Paige went back to what she was doing. She took longer than she'd planned. She really wanted Betty's mouth on her, but Betty was as nervous as she was eager. It wouldn't hurt for Betty to have a clearer idea of what she was doing. Paige stopped occasionally to give a quick explanation. Being a physical therapist had its advantages; she knew female anatomy well and she showed how experienced she was when she brought Betty to a third orgasm (despite her prior warning).
+***
+As Betty sat there panting, Paige came up for a kiss. It was a deeper kiss, much less gentle. Tasting herself on Paige's lips and tongue fired up Betty to taste Paige. ""My turn! Let's see how well I absorbed my lessons.""
+Paige took up position on the table. Being taller, her head couldn't rest on the wedge as Betty's had. She didn't seem to mind though; to Betty, she looked quite eager for her turn.
+""You won't hurt my feelings if you tell me what I'm doing wrong.""
+""Sweetheart, I'm so horny I just need your mouth and fingers now! We'll figure it out as we go!""
+Betty put on some gloves, smiled at Paige, and set to her task. She ran her hands along Paige's tan, almost burnt-butter-colored legs, toward her center. Before Betty even touched her mound, Paige was lightly trembling. This proof of how excited Paige was excited Betty as well. As she worked her hands to Paige's mons, she was a little surprised to notice that Paige's bush was light brown dusted with blonde. As Paige was a natural blonde, she'd expected her bush to be blonde as well. Paige had very little hair--just a small, neatly- trimmed patch--everything else had been waxed. As Betty finally touched it, she found it baby soft.
+Betty brought her right hand to Paige's mons and grasped the area around her clit: thumb on one side, fingers on the other. This trapped Paige's clit at the center. With small up and down motions, she was able to rub her clit without actually touching it. She smiled when Paige's head rose.
+Betty's left hand found Paige's opening. The juices had begun escaping. She put in two fingers, just to the first knuckle. She hooked these and pulled down, opening Paige enough to let Betty get in her tongue. On her next upward stroke, she sunk her tongue into Paige's opening. Keeping her mons and clit up, she began to wiggle it between her thumb and fingers.
+When Paige groaned, Betty brought her tongue back into her mouth for her first good taste of Paige. Taste and smell didn't quite align; while the smell was typical female musk, the taste that exploded in Betty's mouth was slightly sweet and crisp. (Like celery or a salad brightened with lemon juice!) It dawned on Betty where the phrase 'toss your salad' came from and she couldn't help but laugh.
+""Do I taste funny?"" Paige asked with a smile.
+""No, your taste reminds me of a bright salad and I realized where that salad phrase comes from.""
+Paige laughed. ""Well, we're all different. You are really sweet tasting.""
+Paige propped herself on her elbows and played with her nipples, rubbing them between her thumbs and middle fingers.
+Betty asked, ""Would you like me to play with those?""
+""No! You stay where you are! Are you sure you haven't done this before?""
+""Scouts' honor. I may have found a Nina Hartley video on hubby's tablet and watched it a few times.""
+""You little wench! In that case, I'm going to sit back and enjoy finding out what you learned from the master. If I clamp down, just keep doing what you're doing."" Paige reclined again and continued playing with her breasts and nipples.
+Betty went back to her explorations emboldened. She played with Paige's pussy, from clit to 'taint. She explored Paige's depths, searching for her sweet spot. She knew she'd found it when Paige pressed forcefully against her hand.
+Having found the spot, she was determined not to lose it. She put her mouth over Paige's clit and gently sucked it into her mouth. As soon as she did, Paige clamped down with her long legs. Betty continued her ministrations until Paige started to buck. She had to stand; Paige began lifting herself away from Betty's mouth. Betty was determined not to let up until Paige was done with her orgasm.
+Betty totally got now why guys--and ladies--loved doing this. She also had a new respect for what it took to get a woman to the point where she was ready to grind her orgasm out of you. Betty knew immediately that she wanted to do this again. It wasn't a matter of if, but when and how.
+She followed Paige back down to the table. When Paige gently pulled back from her mouth, Betty half-slid down the side of the table and came to rest on her knees. She was out of breath and feeling a little weak from her own orgasms and the effort that went into getting Paige to hers.
+Paige slid down next to her. They sat for a few moments, leaning against one another, getting their breath.
+""That was lovely. We both worked up a sweat. Would you like a shower before you go, sweetheart?"" Paige asked.
+""What time is it?"" Betty looked around for a clock. ""Holy hell, I've been here two and a half hours. To answer your question, yes and no. Gonna take one anyway. Another 30 minutes won't make a difference.""
+""You sound kinda sad. You okay? Having regrets?""
+""Regrets? No! I can't wait for my next...therapy session. But I have to tell hubby. I honestly don't know how he's going to take it. If I thought this was a once off I'd keep my mouth shut; but I know it's not.""
+""Oh. You poor thing! I don't know if it will help but....""
+Betty waited a moment before prompting Paige. ""But what?""
+""Sorry. I really have to talk to Patti first--but we do occasionally swing. As long as hubby is a decent sort, we could maybe arrange something along those lines. Patti would have to agree first though. Do you think you could wait to tell hubby until I can talk to Patti?""
+""I don't think I can wait long.""
+""Patti and I will talk this evening. If she's not willing, we'll think of something.""
+""Okay. It'll be late by the time I get home. I can wait until tomorrow when he gets home from work.""
+""Good. Now let's get that shower!"""
+284,Ste. Vivienne's Clinic: Neurology,Tara Cox,Chain Stories,2014-07-02,2014-07-02,2022-01-08 03:53:40,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/ste-viviennes-clinic-neurology,A student nurse learns and important lesson.,"['Sexual Intercourse', 'Voyeur']",4.05,"Fate can have a funny sense of humor sometimes. Or so I learned the hard way.
+It was my final term in nursing school and I was assigned to the neurology unit at Ste. Vivienne's Clinic. Worse yet, being a mere student, I ended up with all the night shift. And usually the most disagreeable of the patients.
+He was one of those. Charles Chatsworth. Oh, don't get me wrong, there was plenty to recommend the man. Drop dead good looking among them. He was tall, almost six and a half foot, and with the body of a slightly aging football player. He was intelligent as well. He would have to be considering he was one of the top attorneys in the city. But there was something else as well, something indefinable about him, a commanding sense of authority that even in his condition he wore with style.
+His condition, oh yes, I almost forgot that. Mister Chatsworth had been diagnosed with MS. Multiple Sclerosis. Now MS is one of those odd birds that can vary from person to person. Some people learn that they have it early, many in their twenties, while a few others do not get diagnosed until later in life. He had been at the top of his game physically and mentally when he was diagnosed a couple of years before I met him. The other thing is that how it effects people can vary greatly from person to person. For some it comes and goes, remittent, they call it. And for others it is a steady progression.
+He was one of those. In the past couple of years, he had gone from that arrogant bastard of an ambulance chasing lawyer to a wheelchair. The use of his legs was all but gone except for short distances from the bed to a chair perhaps. But even then he sometimes fell, especially if his legs simply gave out on him.
+Now being young and more than a bit full of myself, all I could feel for this man was pity. How terrible it must be to have gone from the height of his career to, well I know it is not political correct, but a cripple. But I had to give the man credit; he had an amazing attitude and a wonderful sense of humor. He was everyone's favorite patient on the neurology ward. Except mine.
+He and I just did not hit it off. I had never liked arrogant men. It was my pet peeve. Something inside of me always enjoyed bringing them to their knees...and walking away. And despite his sense of self-deprecating humor, his legs and the wheelchair, Charles Chatsworth remained a tad too much that cocky lawyer for my taste. Of course, I was soon to discovery just how COCKY he was.
+It was late that night. He was not one of my patients, like I said I got the difficult ones. The head nurse had of course taken him for herself. She seemed to really like the guy. More power to her that was perfectly fine with me, like I said, he and I were simply oil and water. But she was on her break and more than a bit late getting back, which probably meant she had found some young and good looking resident to screw in one of vacant rooms. So I was stuck covering her patients...for as long as she wanted. Oh, the joys of being a student nurse.
+Anyway back to my story. I was writing up some charts (another joy of a being a student nurse) when I heard something crash. I was not sure what it was but I followed the sound down the hall. I stuck my head in a couple of my patients' rooms, but all was well; they were sleeping peacefully. Then I remembered that I had hers to cover too. Damn, the bastard had better be good, whoever he was, it thought. The first door I opened was the same as my own patient, sleeping peacefully.
+But when I opened his door, I got the shock of my life. There she was. The head nurse. Her scrubs top was pushed up around her neck. Her rather impressive tits hung out of a really sexy push up bra. And she was butt naked beyond that. I do mean butt naked. The woman definitely had plenty of junk in her trunk. I would not exactly consider myself bi-sexual despite a couple of drunken experiences at my sorority house, but I can definitely appreciate the woman's assets as it were. For a woman of her age, she had a very nice hourglass figure. At least the back side of it, which was all I could really see from where I stood with the door cracked open.
+She also knew quite a bit about how to ride a cock that much I could see for certain. She was bouncing up and down upon one of the most impressive cocks I had ever seen. Thick and long and very much hard. Her face contorted as her body shook in climax. I did not have a clear few of course as the lights in the room were dim, but I knew enough of anatomy and physiology to recognize the signs of a powerful orgasm.
+She collapsed forward on to him. I noticed then that he was naked as I have to admit I felt more than a touch of jealousy at the sexy, hairy chest that she was using as her pillow then. And the man definitely knew more than a thing or two about kissing from the way his tongue wrapped about hers. They kissed for a couple of minutes before he brought his hand down hard upon her bare bottom.
+From where I stood even in the dim light I could see the sexy smile and twinkle in his eye as he pushed her off his still hard cock. Damn, he had every reason to be cocky with one like that. His next words tore a startled gasp from my throat, ""Who's the cripple now?""
+I must have been louder than I thought because she turned towards me and they both stared at me for several seconds. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as embarrassment overcame me. Without a word I closed the door and rushed back to the nurses' desk.
+I don't know what I expected when she came back but the surprises were just beginning. When she did get back...quite a bit later, she sent the only other nurse that night on her break. She turned calmly to me and said, ""I hope you learned an important lesson. Don't judge people. You have the makings of a good nurse, but your attitude sucks. Patients don't need your condescending pity. Just your skills and compassion.""
+Her words hit me hard. I was speechless and once again turning red rapidly. Then she smiled at me, ""And occasionally special ones can use a bit of your passion too. Your break is next. If you want to do more than just look, the little blue pill I snuck Charlie should be good for a couple more hours. That man ain't joking after a good long ride on that cock; you understand what it feels like to be the cripple."" Her laugh broke any remaining tension. ""It took me that long just to make mine work again for that.""
+Of course, what girl could refuse such a kind offer to share her candy? And she was right. That man could definitely fuck you until your legs were as useless as his. I came to love that sexy smile and those words, ""Who's the cripple now?"""
+285,Ste. Vivienne's Clinic: The Doctor's Counseling,wonderer4,Chain Stories,2014-06-08,2014-06-08,2022-01-08 03:53:42,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/ste-viviennes-clinic-the-doctors- counseling,"The counseling, the transformation, the confrontation.","['Clinic', 'Confrontation', 'Counseling', 'Lesbian', 'Mistress', 'Nightmares', 'Sexfight', 'Transformation', 'Wife']",4.36,"_(Note: This fictional story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent ._
+This is a work of fiction, intended to entertain adult readers. It has graphic lesbian sexfights/catfights scenes and some offensive language.
+If you can't legally view this, please don't! All characters and names of the story are fictional!
+Any resemblance between these characters and any person is strictly coincidental.
+All characters depicted in sexual situations are over 21.)
+Dear readers this is my second story . It's just a part of a longer chain story called
+Ste. Vivienne's Clinic. Don't forget to rate it!
+Many thanks to my editor pacifist91w who helped me with his excellent proofreading skills. Any feedback is most welcomed . Remember it's just a fiction story.
+*
+Dr. Nikki Morton was awaiting her last patient after a long, exhausting day. She was one of the top psychologists in her field, working currently in Ste. Vivienne's Clinic. She was an attractive 45-year-old redhead. Her colleagues respected her and often asked her opinion on difficult mental cases. There were some murmurs about her methods because of her out-of-the-box perspective and the tailored treatments of her patients. Her sharp mind had distinguished her as a young medical student and made her the effective doctor that she was.
+Dr. Morton didn't gave any attention to rumors and gossip. She let her work and her happy, healthy patients (many of them very famous) speak for her.
+This afternoon, Nikki was sitting in her leather chair behind her large oak desk, reading the file of her next patient. The patient's name was Linda Marks: 35 years old and a lawyer. She was suffering from insomnia, anxiety, and nightmares. Her condition had degraded so badly that it made it impossible to continue her work.
+Dr. Morton took a look at the brain scans. Then she read Mrs. Marks's medical and psychological history. There was no head trauma, stroke, nor aneurysm in the past. Nikki read other doctors' assessments, treatments, and evaluations.
+There was nothing wrong with Linda Marks's body, nor with her brain.
+""So, it's purely mental. That's interesting,"" Dr. Morton thought as a knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.
+""Enter please,"" Nikki said.
+The door opened. A woman considerably under 40, casually dressed, entered the office. She was tall with curly black hair and she seemed out of shape. Nikki noticed her beautiful but tired face. She had dark circles under her brown eyes and she seemed nervous. Keeping in mind those observations, Nikki shook hands with Mrs. Marks.
+""I've heard so much about you Dr. Morton. You must help me restart my life and save my marriage. I'm at a dead end. I don't know what's happening to me! I went to so many doctors and spent so much money on treatments but nothing seems to work,"" Linda said with a husky voice and a thin, sad smile.
+""Let's remain hopeful, Mrs. Morton. Every problem has a solution. Our bodies, our brains, and our subconscious try to tell us things--give us signals that we can't translate or decode easily. Please sit! Get comfortable and let's have a nice conversation. Please be honest with me; everything you say is under doctor-patient confidentiality.""
+Linda quit forcing her smile. She sat and looked at Dr. Morton.
+Dr. Morton said, ""To tell you the truth, I can't find anything wrong with your brain. The problem is mental. Something triggered your situation and made you feel off--balance. So let's begin.
+""The causes of lack of sleep are the nightmares. Please, start from the beginning,"" Nikki said in a deep, soothing voice. She noticed that the patient( tense at first) visibly relaxed in her leather chair.
+""Well Doctor, everything went to hell--excuse my language--five months ago when I returned home earlier than usual from my office. I entered the house and called that prick's name--please excuse me again--""my husband's"" name. There was no reply, which was strange. He usually returns from work earlier than I do on Fridays. So I entered the house and started to change clothes when I heard sounds from the upper floor: murmurs, laughs, screams, moans. I was scared; I thought there was an intruder in the house.
+""I took out my cell and prepared to call the police when I heard my husband yelling, 'Oh! Fuck! Take that cock, bitch...deep inside you! Ride me, Karen!'
+""I was shocked! I didn't know if my imagination playing some kind of trick. I slowly and silently climbed the steps. I realized that the noise and the moans came from down the hall. I quickly opened the bedroom door.
+""I saw a scene from my worst nightmare. I was shocked at first; I thought I was dreaming a perverted nightmare. My knees were like jelly; I was barely holding up. There--in my fuckin' bed!--I saw that blonde slut (his secretary) fuckin' him. She was riding his cock, bouncing up and down, and screaming. I remember that I whispered my husband's name.
+""Then that bitch turned her head slowly. She had an evil grin on her face. She licked her lips and said, 'Well well, we have an audience, Tim. Come join us, Linda!'
+""I screamed. Then everything became a blur. I remember running from house and into my car. My husband was shouting behind me, 'Oh my God! What I have done?' and that bitch was laughing.
+""We stayed apart for two months. All that time, he begged me to come back to him. He sent me expensive presents; he left messages on my phone; he came to my parents' place looking for me; he cried.
+""I hired a private eye to watch him. I learned that he fired his slut secretary. He was all alone in our house. He was taking long walks on his own. I finally was convinced and turned back to him. After long conversations, we decided to give our 5-year marriage a chance. We went to a marriage counsellor.
+""For a while, everything was well.
+""Then other problems started. During sex, he forgot himself and called me Karen. I let it pass. Then he started talking in his sleep, calling her name.
+""Enough was enough. A new cold war began between us. He denied everything. I was on edge. Sex became non-existent. Something was missing for both of us. The passion, the love was gone. It was time to make a decision about my future: I couldn't compete with the slut in Tim's mind.
+""I took some time for myself to make the big step, because I thought that divorce was inevitable. I left the house once more and stayed in a hotel. Tim tried to stop me, but he knew that everything was going to hell. He knew that there was no turning back.
+""At that time, the nightmares started. I couldn't sleep; I put on weight; I couldn't do my job. I was so tired. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same perverted nightmare again and again.""
+Dr. Morton offered her patient a glass of water. During the time that Linda was telling her story, Nikki noticed Linda's glazed stare. Linda was angry--no doubt about that--but her thoughts were in order. She was clearly an intelligent person. Nikki knew that soon the root of Linda's problem would be revealed.
+""Linda, if you're tired, we could stop and continue tomorrow,"" Dr. Morton said.
+""No! Doctor, I'm okay. I must finish this,"" said Linda nervously.
+""That's fine, Linda. Take your time and describe everything--every detail of your nightmare--in your words. I don't mind if you swearing,"" Dr. Morton said in a calming voice.
+Nikki noticed reluctance and a blush from Linda. ""Well...Doctor, that's a little--I mean, the nightmare has some awkward details--I'm a little ashamed to discuss them. But I'll try,"" Linda said.
+Dr Morton was not surprised. She had heard every kind of nightmare. ""That's my job my, dear. Continue when you're ready,"" Dr. Morton said smiling.
+Linda began with a trembling voice, ""Doctor, the dream goes like this. Every time I close my eyes, I return to the same moment that I open the bedroom door and see Tim fuckin' his secretary. But the thing is that I don't feel angry or sad. At the moment that his secretary turns and looks at me and calls to me to join her, I slowly go toward her! I try to stop but my body refuse to obey me. As I approach her, the details of her body become so vivid; as she bounces on my husband's cock, I notice her well-formed body, how her sweat-glimmering muscles tense and relax, her curved hips, her full, jiggling, round breasts....As I get closer and closer, I see her sex-glazed eyes and her long blonde hair. She still smiles and an urge to touch her body and feel her overcomes me. Suddenly, she grabs me by the hair and kisses me, deep and long. I feel her tongue, her taste in my mouth.
+""Then the entire scene changes. I'm flat on my back, naked. I feel that bitch's naked body on top of me; she has me pinned. I try to break free, but the feeling of her breasts, her hard nipples digging into mine, makes it impossible to react. She slowly grinds her pelvis into my own and finally slides between my thighs. The arousal is so overpowering that it breaks my resistance. When she kisses me and her tongue finds mine, every part of my body trembles from desire and lust. My body slowly follows her rhythm and begins to grind; my tongue chases hers. She breaks the kiss and lifts her head and looks away from the bed with an evil smile. I follow her gaze. There, in a chair, is my husband. He's watching with a grin on his boyish face.
+""Then Karen speaks. 'See, Tim, I told you so. I can easily fuck your wife, dominate her, make her my slut. She's not woman enough to resist me, to fight me. She's not my equal. You don't deserve someone as weak as she is.'
+""Then I wake up, screaming. The strange thing is that I feel aroused. After all that, sleep is out of the question. I'm so frustrated, angry, ashamed of myself. I'm not a lesbian; don't get me wrong. I don't have a problem with this type of woman. If I did, I still wouldn't look twice at that fuckin' slut!""
+All this time, Dr. Morton was keeping mental track of Linda's relationships. Nikki's mind was racing: solutions, problems....She tried to put together the scattered pieces of a puzzle. She watched Linda, whose face was flushed, embarrassed from the things she'd revealed. With some surprise, the doctor noticed that Linda's nipples had hardened; they were visible through the fabric of Linda's shirt. ""Interesting,"" she thought. Linda was already forming a possible solution.
+""Mrs. Marks, have no other doctors been able to give you even temporary relief?"" Dr Morton asked.
+""One told me that I'm a lesbian nymphomaniac. Another told me that I must get a divorce. Others have given me prescriptions. Nobody's been certain what my problem exactly is. They don't share their guesses with me, if they have any,"" Linda replied.
+""Did you say anything about all this to your husband?"" the doctor asked.
+""No! This is my problem. I don't want his help or his opinion,"" Linda replied angrily.
+""Did you confront your husband's ex-mistress? Face-to-face, to talk about it?""
+""I've tried many times to go to her house. When I reach her door, I always stop and turn away. She scares me,"" Linda replied.
+""Very well.
+""First, you seem set on keeping your husband, so don't burn your bridges with him. I would like to speak to him. Don't worry, I won't reveal anything you've said. I want to understand a number of things about his relationship with you. Second, I would like you to give me the address of the former mistress.""
+Linda couldn't guess why Nikki wanted that, but finally the doctor convinced her to share the information.
+""So you don't need any prescription. You're a stable and intelligent person. It's perfectly normal to feel this way after what you've been through. Don't be afraid to sleep. This dream is your subconscious trying to tell you something. Embrace it; try to remember any new detail: the colors, the talk, the postures of the people, every detail counts!
+""Another crucial matter is that your self-respect--your womanhood--has suffered a huge blow. Fight back! Go to the gym or do yoga to get in shape. Train your body. Soon, you will feel much better. The goal is regaining your lost confidence. Don't worry; you'll be reborn like phoenix. We will solve this problem together. I guarantee you that you will dominate the heart, mind, and dreams of your husband.""
+For the first time since she had entered Dr. Morton's office, Linda started to smile sincerely. Her eyes sparkled as the first new hope arose.
+*+*+*
+After Linda left the office, Dr. Morton thought deeply. ""Could it be so simple? Of course,"" she murmured to herself. The solution was clear to her, but Linda had to perform or the out-of-the-box treatment would fail spectacularly. Nikki had to trust the patient and the patient had a huge challenge ahead of her. But Nikki smiled. She knew when she accepted the job at Ste. Vivienne's Clinic six months ago that it would be a new chapter in her career.
+In the appointments that followed, Dr. Morton explained to Linda that the root of her problem was the avoided confrontation with her husband's ex-secretary. Linda had repressed all her frustration, her anger, her fears deep inside herself. The result was that she had reached her breaking point. She had convinced herself that she was inferior to the ex-mistress, especially in her sexuality and womanhood. She needed to be more dominant--to protect her territory--to become a modern amazon!
+Dr. Morton devised and started to execute a risky plan. She arranged appointments. The first was with Mr. Marks. He was a handsome 44-year-old. He knew that his wife was talking to a doctor about her health. He accused himself about what happened to his wife and he was willing to help any way that he could. He was hopeful that he could finally be with his wife as a couple and not talk only over the phone. Dr. Morton assured him that all would be well if Linda was as strong as Nikki believed she could be.
+The next appointment was more difficult; it upset even the competent and experienced doctor. Nikki learned why Linda hated and was afraid of this woman. The 25-year-old Karen Wald was a straight man's wet dream. She dressed in tight clothes that left very little to fantasy. She had a beautiful face with blue eyes and full lips. She had shoulder-length, straight blonde hair. She had a magnificent body: long, tanned, well-shaped legs and curvy hips. Her demeanor was provocative. She clearly liked to dominate and control the people --the very environment--around her.
+At first, Karen was curious about the reason she was called to a doctor's office. She burst out laughing when the doctor explained that Linda faced some mental problems due to Karen's and Tim's actions.
+Karen's response aggravated Dr. Morton. ""Sure, Doc; I'm in. I always knew that she would break. I told Tim that he was too much for her. She couldn't satisfy him; I did. I want to see her expression when I tell her that I'll get her husband permanently--and of course, remind her about the open invitation for kinky stuff!""
+All this time, Dr. Morton felt uncomfortable. She noticed that the blonde bitch was checking her out hungrily, with eyes filled with lust. When Nikki finished with the arrogant bitch and closed her office door, she murmured, ""Prepare for a surprise, bitch.""
+*+*+*
+After three months of intense counseling and conversation, before Dr. Morton sat a changed woman. Both women had become dear friends during the past months. Linda's transformation was just short of a miracle. Her face was glowing. The tiredness in her features was gone. Yoga and exercise routines had made her body look like an athlete's. Her hips and legs were well-muscled. She looked like a model, an amazon. She radiated determination, self-respect, and intelligence. She was sleeping much better; she still had the same dream, but not as frequently. When she did have the dream, it didn't rattle her as it had. Her relations with her husband were somewhat better also, although she wasn't ready to face him. They talked on the phone, but that was the limit of their contact so far.
+""My word, Linda, you're stunning! You look like a goddess,"" Dr. Morton said.
+""Thank you, Nikki. I feel fine. I'm practicing law again: just a few cases, to warm up. But you know, the dream is still there,"" Linda replied.
+""About that...yes, it's time to tell you what I've been planning. I hoped you would get into the shape--physically and mentally--that you're in today. Do you remember when I told you that you had to prove to yourself to yourself, that you're a woman dominant enough to claim what's yours? You have to assert that you can protect your territory; to show that you're not a person whom a slut can boss around.
+""That time has come,"" Dr. Morton stated.
+Linda shifted nervously in her leather chair. ""What do you mean, Nikki?""
+""I took the liberty to arrange an appointment between you and your husband's former secretary here in Ste. Vivienne's. I believe you will feel more comfortable away from places associated with unpleasant memories.
+""In fact, she will be here in two hours. Tell me, what are your thoughts?"" Dr. Morton asked, a little anxious about the response.
+""...I don't know how to respond! I don't know. I never imagined that counseling would include that slut in the solution,"" Linda replied, a little confused and frustrated.
+""Linda, just say the word and I'll cancel everything. I always propose high- risk-high-reward solutions for my patients. This meeting can provide closure that nothing else will. Please forgive me if I've overstepped my bounds and we will find some other way.""
+""No! Damn that bitch if I let her humiliate me a second time. Nikki, I trust you. I don't blame you for not telling me your plan. I blame myself for not doing what I ought to have done months ago.
+""Is she coming to your office?"" Linda asked calmly.
+""To the clinic, yes, but not to my office. I prepared a special room for you.""
+*+*+*
+Two hours passed. The doctor was notified that the people she expected were in the designated rooms. Nikki asked not to be disturbed for a couple of hours.
+Linda and Nikki walked the marble corridors of Ste. Vivienne's Clinic and stopped in front of a green wooden door. The room was one of four that Dr. Morton's department used for patients with sleep disorders. It was pretty comfortable: with a large bed, a big couch, chairs, and a two-way mirror. Behind the mirror was an observation room.
+""Here we are, Linda. Behind this door is one of the two people who almost destroyed your marriage. Take back what belongs to you. Prove to yourself and to that slutty ex-secretary that she messed with the wrong woman.
+""Or tell me that you aren't ready yet! We have time to cancel the whole thing,"" Dr. Morton said.
+""No, Nikki, I'm ready. If I don't do this now, I won't do it ever. Let's do it,"" Linda replied determinedly.
+""I'll be watching you from the observation room. Things won't get dangerously out of hand. It's your show now."" Dr. Morton gave her patient and friend a huge hug.
+""Whatever happens in there, I want to thank you, Doctor."" Linda stepped into the room.
+Dr. Morton entered the observation room, where a second person was waiting. Nikki had kept his presence secret from Linda.
+Mr. Marks sat on a chair. When the doctor arrived, he rose and spoke angrily. ""Dr. Morton, I must say that I don't approve of this. My wife doesn't need to be humiliated for a second time by that slut.""
+""Mr. Marks, if I were you, I'd be thanking providence that Linda would take me back. Have you forgotten that 'that slut' didn't force you to be unfaithful to your wife?
+""Now if you've calmed down, you may rest assured that everything is under control. You will be surprised at how your wife has grown these last months,"" Dr. Morton replied. She and Linda's husband sat and watched the room.
+Mr Marks was amazed when Linda entered. ""Oh my god. Is that my wife? She's like a goddess!""  
+Dr. Morton smiled in satisfaction.
+When Linda entered the room, Karen was sitting on the couch. She was dressed as provocatively as she usually was. A black miniskirt and a red, unbuttoned blouse showed her sleek thighs and deep cleavage. On her feet were red spiked heels.
+Karen turned her head slowly. Her blue eyes stared at Linda. She stood and carefully inspected the woman in front of her. At first, she thought Linda was someone else. Karen couldn't believe her eyes. The woman in tight blue jeans and a tight, white blouse looked amazing. Her face was stunning; her clothes couldn't hide her powerful, lush body.
+""What's the matter, bitch, are you surprised to see me? It was time we met up close,"" Linda said.
+""Well, it's truly amazing, what can happen when a woman sees her husband fucked by his secretary. Whatever you do, however you change yourself, I still own you!. I can easily break you a second time."" Karen smirked wickedly.
+""You're just a talking cunt. I'm not afraid of you. I can have any man I want. I didn't understand why didn't I kick your ass then; I guess it was because I felt pity for you,"" Linda said with a thin smile.
+""Pity? For me? Don't make me laugh; you went to seek a doctor's help, not me! Now that you're insulting me, I'll go make your jellyfish of a husband fuck me again. This time, he'll be the one who dreams about me.""
+Linda started to lose her self-control. She wasn't prepared for this aggression. She grew nervous. ""Bitch, you can have him if you want. Just a swing of my hips and men will want this tight ass of mine. You? You'll be a blonde sex toy for the rest of your life, getting fucked by whoever's your boss just then. Nothing more,"" Linda replied.
+Enraged, Karen approached Linda and moved to slap her face.
+Linda grabbed her by the wrist. Then the curly-haired lawyer did something that surprised everyone, including herself. She stared deeply her blonde rival's blue eyes and kissed her hard.
+After some moments, Linda pushed her away. Both women looked at each other in surprise. Linda saw Karen's shocked expression and smiled. ""I told you, bitch. You're no match for me."" She turned away, smiling and satisfied and ready to leave the room.
+""What? That was it? When you start something, you'd better be prepared to take it all the way! Let me saw you why your husband lusts for me, my body, my pussy! Come on, slut, are you woman enough? I dare you; how far you can go? Oh, how many sluts like you I've fucked--determined and defiant bitches who they though they compare to me.""
+Karen turned to the mirror and said, ""Hey, Doc, I know you're watching. Take a good look! I'll fuck her and wreck her pussy! Thank you for this opportunity. Then I'll come to tear you up too!""
+When Linda turned, she saw her husband's former secretary undressing, exposing her voluptuous body in all its beauty: her full breasts, her flat, tight belly, her toned legs. Linda was shocked, lost for words.
+But she realized that she wasn't afraid; just a strange sensation of lust overwhelmed her. She knew that it was time to relieve her sexual nightmare and conquer it! She had to go as far needed. She would dominate Karen. She would be as decadent and slutty as her rival and be victorious.
+Linda turned to the mirror and made an okay signal. There was no need to interfere.
+The black-haired cougar started to undress. Karen admired her, taking in her sculptured body, her firm breasts, her well-muscled legs, her swaying hips.
+The women approached each other. Hatred, lust, and arousal flashed in their eyes.
+Dr. Morton and Mr. Marks were observing with eyes wide. Dr. Morton hadn't imagined that the meeting would lead to this.
+Tim Marks said, ""Dr. Morton, should this be happening? What should we do? We must stop this immediately; things will spiral out of control!""
+Nikki's mind was racing. Should she go stop them? She couldn't predict that the two women would go so far as to choose that particular way to solve their differences! She felt responsible...and a little afraid for her patient. It was her fault that Linda and Karen had met face-to-face.
+Then her eyes turned to her friend. Linda completely ignored the blonde's stupid threats. Hope and relief overwhelmed Nikki as she saw her friend's signal--and her determination. ""Let's she how the situation plays out, Mr. Marks. Your wife seems to want this,"" Dr. Morton said.
+Linda's husband sat, not taking his eyes from the two naked women. ""Well, Doctor, if you say so. It certainly seems that Linda wants this, not that I can believe it! And damn, she's stunning!""
+Dr. Morton looked at Mr. Marks. He was staring at the two women--especially his wife--as if hypnotized. Nikki's eyes went to his crotch. He surely enjoyed this scene, in spite of his initial protests.
+The speed of the attack was startling: Karen grabbed Linda's neck and threw her onto bed, leaping right onto her. Karen's incredible body landed on top of Linda's. Both women rolled over. Linda clawed Karen's back, forcing her to arch in pain. Karen began pushing, trying to force her strong thigh between Linda's legs, but Linda kept her thighs locked.
+The women's voluptuous bodies ground on each other's. Hard nipples drove into breasts, hands grabbed hair and pulled hard. The women kissed hungrily, their tongues lashing, chasing each other. Linda's mouth filled with Karen's tongue, but she managed to push back with her own. Saliva dripped from the women's mouths, both kissing like there was no tomorrow. Linda's pussy burned with arousal as she tried to keep her legs closed. She did her best not to think about the fact that she was in bed with another woman in some kind of sexual contest.
+Linda noticed that Karen was not new to this! Karen managed to get her leg between Linda's thighs and begun slowly thrusting her hips, driving her pussy into Linda's. Linda moaned in sexual bliss as her cunt slapped Karen's. The sensation of pussy grinding was overwhelming: something she had never experienced. She turned her head and looked at the mirror. She saw her naked body under Karen's. The image of two female bodies glistening with sweat, on top of each other, mating like beasts...was stunning! Linda was aroused even more.
+The black-haired beauty floated in a sea of unbearable pleasure. Almost in a trance, she copied the rhythm that Karen's body dictated. Linda opened her thighs wider, seeking the full contact of their cunts. Her orgasm was approaching fast. Both women were moaning and gasping together.
+Karen found new levels of erotic bliss. Sometimes, she had sex with other women--but not with this level of intensity! She looked at the mirror, across the bed. Her body covered Linda's, her pelvis between her rival's legs. Muscles flexed and relaxed. Steadily, she was conquering the body and soul of this woman, proving to herself that nobody--man or woman--was a sexual match for her. Whatever Karen wanted, Karen would take. She turned her head and looked at Linda's beautiful face. Her sex-glazed eyes, her shallow moaning, her incredible body dancing at Karen's whim....
+Karen's pussy flooded with desire and indignation. The idea! That this bitch thought that she could face her, challenge her, beat her in her own game? It aroused her even more. She grabbed Linda's right tit and start biting, licking, and sucking the hard nipple. The woman beneath her moaned in wounded pleasure. Linda kissed Karen, their lashing tongues knotting.
+With a panting voice, Karen said, ""See, bitch? I told you. My pussy is eating you alive! Whatever you do, whatever changes, you will always be a loser. Just a slut! You'll see everyone you care about--not just your husband--fucked by me! You'll wait for the moment when I decide to fuck you too. And you will like it! You'll be my sexual slave!""
+The lovely blonde intensified her thrusts, bringing both women closer to sexual release.
+But surprisingly, she saw Linda's eyes clearing! Karen's words awakened Linda from the sexual trance. Her determination, her memories, what that woman had done to her life gave her the necessary self-control to push back. Like a switch was turned, she made her move.
+Linda wrapped her long, strong legs around Karen's waist and squeezed hard. Karen stopped her thrusts and arched her back and screamed. Linda took advantage, rolling the blonde onto her back, gaining the dominant position. She rolled her hips and began thrusting hard and deep.
+""No! Bitch! You can't!"" Karen screamed in frustration. Try as she might, she could not fight back! Linda was thrusting hard and fast. Karen started to moan, but Linda bit her full lips and kissed her, drowning her voice.
+Karen tried to claw her rival, but with no result: Linda was merciless. Their faces were nose-to-nose, their voluptuous bodies locked pussy-to-pussy. Linda was giving no ground. Slowly, Karen's resistance broke. The blonde bimbo surrendered to the demands of her body. Her pussy needed its release.
+""Oh, my god, don't stop, bitch! Uh uh uh--fuck, I'm cumming, uh!"" Karen yelled as her pelvis bucked. Linda held her down, as she was close to her own orgasm. She felt the woman under her relaxing.
+Victory! She groaned loudly and experienced her own orgasmic ecstasy.
+""You bitch; you've been fucked!"" the dark-haired amazon said in a panting voice. She collapsed onto the other woman, squeezing her nipples.
+It was over. After a couple of minutes, she lifted herself, grabbed the still- recovering Karen by the hair, and said, ""I was right. You're just a cunt who waits to be fucked. Get out of my life; I don't wanna see your face again."" She pulled Karen across the room, opened the door, and pushed the defeated blonde naked into the corridor, throwing her clothes after her.
+Dr. Morton and Mr. Marks--faces flushed, aroused from what they'd witnessed-- looked at each other.
+They ran to the competition room. Linda's husband entered the room and saw his wife dressing. She turned and looked at him. She was only slightly embarrassed by what had happened.
+""I saw everything,"" he said. Before Linda could say a word, he kissed her and spun her around. ""I love you,"" he said to her between kisses.
+Meanwhile, Dr. Morton was helping Karen to calm down and dress. Nikki was hiding a smile: it was amusing to see this arrogant woman so submissive that she was speechless. ""I'm really sorry, Karen. Things went to hell and this is my fault,"" the doctor apologized.
+Karen looked at her, surprised. ""What are talking about, Doc? I must thank you! This was the best fuck of my life; I guess I deserved it. Damn, that woman was hot!""
+Dr. Morton widened her eyes: she couldn't believe what she was hearing.
+*+*+*
+Two months later, Linda was sitting in Dr Morton's office, explaining how she was doing. The nightmares were gone; her husband looked at her like a goddess; even in his sleep, he was saying her name. The black-haired minx finally said, ""Dr. Morton, I can't find the words to thank you. You saved me and my marriage; I thank you for that.""
+Dr. Morton smiled. Deep inside, she knew that the events that happened two months ago could have gone either way. She had risked a lot. No matter! The thing that counted was that another patient was satisfied by the medical counseling services she provided, from her office in Ste. Vivienne's Clinic.
+The End"
+286,Superstitions Ch. 03,Boxlicker101,Chain Stories,2004-06-25,2004-06-25,2022-01-08 03:53:44,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/superstitions-ch-03,She wears green & fucks to beat the British.,"['Back Moira', 'Cumming Still', 'Green Lips', 'Hair Tongue', 'Mouths Open', 'Pussy Produced', 'Relaxed Bed', 'Saint Patrick', 'Wear Green', 'Wearing Green']",4.52,"**Chapter 3: Moira and the Wearin' O' the Green**
+If Moira were a man, she would be described as being ""As Irish as Paddy's pig"". Since she is a beautiful young woman, people don't say that about her, but her favorite design motif is shamrocks and her favorite color, by far, is green. She always wears at least one green outer garment and on special days, especially, Saint Patrick's Day, she wears nothing but green, from her eye- shadow to her lipstick to her shoes and all points in between. I do mean all points, every one, but I am one of the few persons, maybe the only one, who actually knows that about all the points.
+Moira's grandparents immigrated to the United States during World War Two and brought their sons and daughters. Both sets of grandparents were from Dublin and had frightening memories of the 1916 Easter rebellion and its bloody suppression and aftermath. These memories resulted in a hatred of all things British and the hatred was passed along to their children and grandchildren, including Moira. By the time I met her, the hatred had declined to the point of being dislike and distrust but Moira and her family still did whatever they thought would somehow injure or at least discomfit the British, in particular the wearin' o' the green.
+""The green"" dates back to the late eighteenth century when the British put down an Irish rebellion in which the rebels fought under a green banner with the emblem of a harp. Since then, green has been a symbol of Irish unity, and struggle for independence. In the nineteenth century, the wearing of green was actually outlawed as sedition against the British crown. However, most of the Emerald Isle has been independent since 1922 and the inhabitants of the rest of the island want to continue to be a part of the United Kingdom. In other words, the battle has been won, at least to the degree it is winnable.
+When I asked Moira about this, she just responded, ""And now, how else would we be after showin' our solidarity with our martyrs and heroes and a-bringin' bad cess to the bloody British if not by the wearin' o' the green? How else would we be after keepin' good fortune on our side? I thought ye were Irish, and would be a-knowin' about that.""
+I am part Irish, but probably more English. I thought it would be wise to keep that latter fact from Moira. I assured her that I was of Irish descent and that I also wore green in solidarity with the heroes and martyrs of Ireland. Fortunately, I know quite a bit about the histories of Ireland and England from some research I had been doing on a story I was writing and I was wearing a green shirt that day so my claims were believable. Since that time, I have always made it a point to wear green when I was with Moira.
+I also usually wear green on Saint Patrick's Day also and I was doing so this most recent one when Moira came around ringing my doorbell. I was by myself and I let her in. She was wearing a green ribbon in her red hair; her blue eyes were shadowed by green and it looked peculiar to see her pretty, freckled face wearing green lipstick. Moira had on a light green blouse decorated with dark green shamrocks and a skirt and shoes that matched the shamrocks. It was later that I found out about the points in between.
+""Sure and Begorrah,"" she started out by saying. The bloody Sassenach are at it agin. Moira doesn't usually talk that way but it was, after all, Saint Patrick's Day. Saint Paddy, to us good Irishmen.
+""And what would the bloody Sassenach be after doin' now?"" I asked her. I can lay it on as thickly as she can, even matching her brogue.
+""Ah, now, and ye wouldn't be believin' it, but my landlord, that son of Cromwell, says he has to raise me rent, starting in a month. May all his ancestors rot in Hell.
+""The Divil, ye say? And what would ye be after doin' about it?""
+""Do? What will I do? Pay the bloodsucker, of course. Begorrah, it's still the cheapest decent apartment I can find even if it is run by the bloody Sassenach. Just hopin' I could be after a-gettin' some comfort from you is what I am.""
+Moira and I are very fond of each other and we had kissed affectionately when she entered, and we were still embracing when she told me what she wanted. I kissed her again and, and this time we both had our mouths open,
+""Of course, me lovely Mavourneen,"" I told her. A fine Irish lassie like ye are can always be after a-gettin' comfort here."" While I assured Moira by word, I hugged her tightly and kissed her again, assuring her by deed, and started steering her in the direction of my bedroom. I was pretty sure I knew what she meant and I really liked the idea also.
+I hadn't expected anybody to be coming over to the house and I hadn't made the bed that morning. The sheets were still clean enough but the bed was rumpled and when Moira saw it she scolded me. ""Sure now, and it's after needin' a good woman around here that ye are.""
+""Ah, Lassie, that I am. And would ye be that good woman now? Begorrah.""
+""Well, for now I am, anyway,"" she answered, pulling the covers down so we would just be lying on the sheets. Moira straightened up and we resumed kissing while my fingers were fumbling with the buttons on her blouse. The buttons were dark green, of course. She was unbuttoning my shirt at the same time and we finished together.
+Moira turned partially around so I could take off her blouse and unhook and remove her bra, the first dark green one I had ever seen. When she turned back to face me, her lovely breasts, creamy white with a scattering of freckles were presented to my eyes. After Moira finished removing my shirt I cupped them in my hands and gently kissed her rosy pink nipples.
+""Sure, now laddie, and ye are truly knowin' what a horny lassie needs when the Sassenach are a-makin her life miserable."" Moira held my arms and leaned back, letting me lick and fondle her for a minute until she lay down on the bed, pulling me after her. She was lying on her back with a pillow under her head and I lay beside her, kissing her mouth, eyes and down her throat while one hand continued caressing her beautiful breasts. Supporting my weight on the other elbow, I leaned over Moira and resumed licking first one nipple then the other. They became erect under my ministrations, delighting my tongue. As Moira became more and more aroused, she squirmed on the bed, presenting her luscious mounds to me to lick and my tongue went from one of her lovely twins to the other and back.
+""Oooo, George, that feels so good,"" she murmured, apparently forgetting the dialect. It felt good to both of us and the next thing I did was even better.
+As Moira thrust one of her luscious globes to me, I opened my mouth and drew it in, closing my lips on the soft flesh and licking the nipple inside my mouth. While I licked, I sucked, fondling her large, sensitive nipple and tracing her areola with my tongue. Her hips were writhing on the bed and I knew her pussy was almost ready for eating but I wanted to let my mouth and her breasts continue to pleasure one another for a while yet. Back and forth, from one succulent twin to the other my mouth went, until Moira was cooing in pleasure and I could smell that her pussy was producing her fragrant juices and see her fucking into the air inside her green skirt.
+Slowly I licked and kissed my way down Moira's creamy belly, starting with the channel between her breasts. Holding one of the beautiful mounds against either cheek, I licked between them and down her belly, stopping to swirl my tongue into her navel. While I licked, one hand was busy with the button and zipper on her skirt and by the time I reached the waistband of that garment, it was ready to be removed. With that intention, I got off the bed, went around to the foot and took hold of the hem of Moira's skirt. She raised herself up from the bed so I could pull it off her.
+""Yeah, George. That's it. I love it when you eat my pussy,"" Moira told me, having completely forgotten the dialect and, possibly, that it was Saint Paddy's Day. I was reminded of that fact when I saw her panties after taking off her skirt and setting it aside. Her panties matched the bra that I had removed earlier except for the delectable pussy juices that had soaked the crotch. Moira was also wearing light green stockings, held up by garters – dark green, of course. I slowly pulled off the panties but decided to leave the stockings and garters so that she would continue to wear something green.
+Moira knew what to do next and she spread her legs and raised them high in the air so I could kneel on the bed and get between them with my arms wrapped around her thighs and my fingers in her soft pubic hair. Like all the fair- skinned, natural redheads that I know of, Moira has a really beautiful pussy, all pink and creamy white and framed by her red pubic hair. Her hair is sparse enough that it doesn't interfere with the visual delight of her pussy and soft enough to feel good on my tongue. My face was just inches away but before I did anything else, I let my eyes gaze on the beauty that is Moira's pussy.
+As my eyes enjoyed themselves, so did my nose because her juices were running freely and their fragrance was unspoiled by any artificial scent. The natural aroma of juices, running fresh from a pussy, is one of the most incredible delights in the world and one of the greatest turn-ons to men. Even more delectable was the taste of those juices as I licked them from her pussy lips, already engorged, and from her crotch and thighs. The feel of Moira's lovely body to my tongue and of her pussy fucking into my face was a delight to another sense, and the sound of Moira cooing in pleasure and telling me how much she loved having me eat her pussy brought pleasure to my fifth sense, that of hearing. ""Oh, God, I love that!"" she said. ""I love that! I love the feel of your mouth on my pussy. You really know what to do.""
+I knew what to do, allright, take a long time eating Moira's pussy to produce the maximum pleasure for both us. What I wanted to do was bring her to a high level of arousal and keep her there for as long as I could before bringing her to a climax. To start, after pleasuring my senses of sight and smell and of taste from licking up her pussy juices, I started favoring my sense of touch, licking the outer and inner pussy lips where they began on one side, starting with the small area between them. Very slowly, letting my tongue caress Moira's soft flesh, I licked her between the lips to the point where they were close together. From there, I licked the lower edge of Moira's love hole, probing with my tongue and delighting in the fresh juices that squirted out to please my taste buds. Her pussy was fucking harder into my face and Moira's cooing was starting to turn into moans of pleasure.
+After licking between the other pair of pussy lips, my tongue got busy on the outside of the outer lip on that side. This is not a really sensitive area but I wanted to take a long time before Moira started cumming and I really love the feel of her soft pubic hair on my tongue. I can appreciate a woman who shaves or waxes her pussy but ultra-soft hair like that of Moira feels even better to my tongue than the hairless skin. I licked the outer edge all the way to Moira's mons, then returned to the other outer lip and licked all the way to her mons on that side. After relishing all the fresh juices her pussy had produced, I started exploring between the inner and outer lips where I had started.
+""Keep eating me, George. You make my pussy feel wonderful,"" was Moira's entreaty to me, and I liked hearing it but it was really unnecessary. I wanted very much to keep eating and I knew I was giving her pleasure from her moans and the way her pussy was fucking strongly into my face. Very slowly, I probed with my tongue, covering all the area of both lips, reveling in how engorged her inner lip had become since I started. When I reached the area where the inner lip ends by joining with the other inner lip, I continued licking all the way to Moira's mons, once again relishing the feel of her hair on my tongue.
+The two inner lips meet to form the clit hood and after licking her mons, I brought my tongue back and gently caressed the top of the protector, indirectly stimulating the adorable love button that was being protected. ""My clit! My clit! Lick my clit!"" Moira begged me. ""Oooo! Oooo! There! Right there!"" was her response as my tongue gently massaged her clit hood. I didn't spend much time there because I wanted to bring Moira along slowly so we would both get the most pleasure when she started cumming.
+Once again, I feasted on the plentiful fresh juices that Moira's pussy had produced. My tongue then probed and licked the other pair of pussy lips, once again caressing her mons and returning to pleasure her clit hood with my tongue. Again, she begged me to lick her clit because Moira was highly aroused by that time and wanted to cum from what my mouth was doing. I wanted both of us to feel even more pleasure, the most possible, before she started cumming and she still had quite a way to go before she reached the maximum arousal.
+Even so, I did what Moira wanted because it seemed to be about time. After licking the top of the protective hood, I curled my tongue underneath to fondle Moira's clit. It was delightful to feel the spongy, engorged sides and an equal delight to feel her fucking stronger than ever into my face and hear her say, ""Yes! Yes! That's the place! Lick my clit!"" Moira was writhing on the bed from the pleasure she was receiving and if I had continued licking a little longer, she would have started cumming but I still wanted to delay that for a while. The brief contact with her sweetest spot had caused a fresh flood of juices from her pussy and I devoured them, finding them to be as delicious as always.
+The inside surfaces of Moira's inner lips, especially when they were as engorged as they were then, are second only to her clit as being the most sensitive parts of her pussy. Very gently, my tongue explored these sensitive places, moving back and forth across her love hole and probing the edges there. I reveled in the delicious juices that were so plentiful and in the feel of Moira's pussy and in her moans of pleasure. Moira wanted to cum and she was begging me to suck her clit. The tops of her thighs had turned outward, presenting her pussy fully to me and she was fucking the strongest yet into my face, her ass almost bouncing off the bed. It was time for me to suck her clit so Moira could cum.
+Gently, using my fingers and my tongue, I peeled her hood back from the precious love toy it was protecting and enveloped Moira's swollen clit in my mouth. With my lips forming a seal, I sucked gently while my tongue caressed the sides and top. ""There! There!"" Moira cried out. ""Oh, my God, that's wonderful. Suck me there! Suck me there!"" I needed no urging and I sucked and licked her marvelous clit for several minutes while Moira moaned and sobbed and tossed on the bed.
+""Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!"" was the joyous cry as Moira started cumming. Her legs squeezed my temples and her hands grabbed the back of my head to press my face even more tightly into her pussy. Ecstatically, she rocked back and forth and side to side, her hands and legs keeping my head a prisoner, and a very willing prisoner it was. I kept my lips firmly wrapped around her clit and my arms tightly holding her legs and went where her aimless thrashing took me, continuing to suck and lick on that wonderful mouthful. At her climax, Moira arched her back and drove her pussy one last time into my face, followed by completely relaxing on the bed, her arms limply at her sides. My head was no longer a prisoner; Moira's legs were draped over my shoulders, just as relaxed as the rest of her body.
+Before crawling out from underneath, I licked all the juices from her thighs, crotch and pussy lips, leaving enough inside her vagina to serve as lubrication for the next thing that I expected Moira to want to do. When I had eaten everything I thought I should, I went into the bathroom and used my fingers to wipe most of her juices off my face. I licked off my fingers to avoid wasting any more of her nectar than I could help, and what I couldn't eat, I washed off with a wet towel. I expected that we would do a lot more kissing and I know Moira is a bit squeamish about tasting her own juices. Barefoot but still wearing my pants, I returned to the bedroom and saw Moira, completely relaxed on the bed, a peaceful smile on her face. My condoms are kept in a bowl on top of the nightstand and I selected one, removed the rest of my clothing and put on the condom. When I was ready, I went back to the foot of the bed to gaze at the beautiful Moira again.
+Her pussy was smeared with her juices and my saliva but a beautiful sight for all that. Both garters were still around her thighs but the stockings they had supported had come loose and were bunched around her ankles. I didn't expect that to bother Moira because she believes that the darker green of her garters, the color of live and healthy shamrocks, has many times more magical power than the light green of her stockings. I stepped up beside her and kissed her pretty, green lips. Moira opened her eyes and smiled.
+""Sure and Begorrah, Laddie, ye really do know how to please a horny lassie. There is one more thing I be after wantin' from ye, though."" She saw my cock was erect and covered with a condom. ""And I see ye already be ready to be after doin' it for me.""
+""Aye, Lassie, that I am."" I got back on the bed and knelt between Moira's legs.
+She reached down and spread her inner pussy lips. ""Right there, me Bucko, is where I be after wantin' your big, hard tool.""
+""I be after wantin' it there too, me lovely Mavourneen."" Supporting my weight on one hand and holding my cock with the other, I guided the tip into the beautiful pussy where it was wanted. Once the tip had entered, I gave a short push and two more inches wedged into the slippery but tight pussy.
+""Oooo, yeah, like that,"" Moira murmured, forgetting her dialect again.
+I leaned forward and moved my hands so they were on either side of Moira's shoulders and supporting the weight of my upper body. With a series of firm but gentle thrusts, each one eliciting happy cooing, my cock was entirely embedded in her pussy and I curled my arms under hers so I was leaning on my forearms. Moira spread her legs open a little more to wrap them around my hips and my cock entered her pussy another fraction of an inch. Her arms went around my neck and we kissed each other long and deep. When the kiss ended, I slowly backed my cock out of her pussy and then plunged it back in again. Moira cooed happily again and her arms and legs hugged me more tightly.
+The second time I stroked my cock out and back into Moira, she fucked back to meet me, cooing again as my cock squeezed all the way into her tight pussy. ""Ooo, I really love what your cock is doing for me, George. I'm really horny so fuck me good,"" she told me, with no hint of a brogue.
+""I love your pussy; it's so tight and hot and wet,"" I responded, also omitting the ""sures"", the ""begorrahs"" and the ""afters"". We didn't really need any dialect to enjoy fucking each other.
+Moira's pussy lubricated freely as we enjoyed fucking each other slowly for a long time. With all my weight supported by my forearms and knees, Moira was free to move around beneath me. She moved a lot; as the level of her pleasure slowly mounted, her head thrashed from side to side on her pillow and her body writhed under mine. Besides her pussy fucking back to meet the strokes of my cock, her hips were swiveling, thrusting her legs out beside me while she was rocking from side to side. Moira really enjoys making love with me and she is not at all hesitant to tell me, with no hint of brogue or Irish stage dialect in what she said.  
+""Give it to me good, George. Fuck me hard; shove your cock all the way in my pussy. Yeah! Yeah! Like that!"" Moira was moaning from the pleasure she was getting when she wasn't telling me how to give her even more.
+I was also moaning when I wasn't telling Moira how great her pussy was and how much fun I was having. When we weren't moaning or talking about each other's sex organs, we were kissing with our mouths open.
+After a long, tremendously pleasurable period of talking, moaning, kissing and, especially, fucking, Moira told me, ""I'm getting ready to cum, George. I need more on my clit.""
+""Okay,"" I told her. ""Your clit deserves the best I've got."" I moved up a few inches above her so my cock was plunging more down and up, instead of straight in and out.
+""Yeah! Yeah! That's it. I'm almost ready to cum."" Moira fucked back even harder when I increased the speed of my strokes into her pussy. Her hips were still rocking strongly under me and her legs were thrusting out beside me like two pistons. I expected her to have a really great orgasm and later, when Moira described it to me, she compared it to an avalanche, beginning slowly but enjoyably with the first penetration, and building slowly but steadily to a tremendous climax.
+""Oh! Oh!"" Moira cried out when she started cumming. Her arms tightened around my back, digging her green fingernails into me. Her legs stopped moving like pistons and tightly squeezed my hips. I pounded into her and she pounded back just as hard, her ass actually leaving the bed as her pussy met me, and then being driven back onto the bed as I drove my cock all the way into her.
+""Fuck me! Fuck me! Keep fucking me!"" Moira demanded and I was glad to comply.
+For almost five minutes we kept fucking while Moira kept cumming, both of us loving every second, until Moira cried out ""YES!"" and squeezed me extra tightly with her arms and legs while driving her pussy against me with all her strength. After her climax, she totally relaxed on the bed, her arms flopping at her sides and her legs releasing their grip on my hips. I continued driving my cock into her pussy until I also climaxed, ejaculating heavily into my condom. We lay together in a happy pile on the bed.
+After my cock softened and slipped out of her pussy, I got off Moira and we lay side by side, smiling at each other. Moira pointed at her green garters, the only thing she was wearing on her lovely body because her stockings had slipped off her ankles. ""I'm glad you left my garters on, George, because they really brought me luck today. I had some of the best sex today that I have had in a long time.""
+I kissed Moira, with affection, not lust anymore, on her full green lips. I was also glad I had left her lucky green garters on because I had some really great sex that day too.
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+287,Superstitions Ch. 05,Black Tulip,Chain Stories,2004-06-26,2004-06-26,2022-01-08 03:53:46,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/superstitions-ch-05,Primroses.,"['Broad Chest', 'Deep Forest', 'Evil Spirits', 'Hugh', 'Men Village', 'Muscled Arms', 'People Village', 'Reached Touched', 'Time Rose', 'Wife Died']",4.43,"**Chapter 5: Primroses**
+Have you ever wondered about the birth of words, their history? 'Endless' for instance; without the end. Or 'breakfast'; from breaking your fasting. And a very interesting one, the 'primrose'. Exactly: a prim Rose. No, not the flower, the girl.
+Once upon a time there lived a hunter deep in the forest. His wife died when giving birth to his precious daughter, so he had to raise his child on his own. He did a good job and the babe grew into a healthy girl and then into a serious young woman.
+Since she grew up in the woods, she learned a lot about the plants and trees, the berries and the flowers. Over the years the girl earned herself a reputation for healing and if someone needed a potion, a salve or a poultice, they went to the hunter's daughter. Well, not exactly.
+Ever since his wife died the hunter had been a little odd. At first people told each other he was grieving for his wife. Then they whispered he wanted to spare his daughter the fate of her mother. Whatever his reasons, the hunter made sure his daughter never mingled with the children from the villages nearby and when she was older he never allowed her to meet young men. He guarded his little girl as if she were the most valuable possession in the world. And she was precisely that, to him.
+Whenever someone needed her services they could leave a note with the teacher who gave it to the hunter who gave it to his daughter. The remedies traveled the same way backwards, from the daughter to the hunter to the teacher to the person who needed them. Of course, there was a lot of speculation but all the villagers ever found out was her name, Rose.
+Over the years people got used to the strange ways of the hunter and they even seemed to forget the young woman in the forest until, one day, the teacher waited for the hunter in vain. He waited one day, then a second day and finally on the third day he decided to search for his messenger. Not sure what he could expect, the teacher asked the son of the smith to go with him.
+This Hugh was big and strong but not the brightest of men. He had been a kind and friendly child, but gullible too and the other children in the village had often teased him mercilessly. It had made him wary and afraid of people, and the only thing that had saved him from further harassment was his size. Hugh had grown into a man with broad shoulders and a wide chest, legs like tree trunks and lungs like bellows.
+Hugh was a bit afraid to go to new places, but he had learned to keep that kind of feeling secret. Besides, what would be the point of telling the teacher he didn't want to go into the forest? The man had never listened to what Hugh wanted or not wanted. Not once had he protected the slow boy from his cruel peers, so there was no reason for Hugh to expect something better now.
+The teacher was a tall gaunt man, slowly turned sour over the years spent in teaching the children of backward villagers instead of the sons and daughters of noble folk. He secretly thought Hugh was just a walking lump of clay and he merely wanted him along for the use of his muscles if the need arose.
+Thus the two of them set off in silence, the teacher not wanting to talk with such a dumb-witted hulk and the young man mistrustful of the teacher and life in general. As the hunter had always called on the teacher, the latter was not sure where the hunter lived. Therefore he asked Hugh to lead the way. Hugh was barely able to read and write, but he knew all there was to know about following tracks. His father had at one time wondered aloud if he really was his son and not the son of the hunter. His wife's cursing and screaming had put his mind at rest on that one though. Besides, Hugh was the spitting image of his father with his dark hair and brown eyes.
+As they had to search their way it took them all day and half of the second as well to reach the house deep in the forest. It stood in a clearing, in the middle of a beautiful garden filled with all kinds of flowers and herbs. The fruit trees at the back of the house looked like blushing brides with their limbs covered in bloom and the air was full of fragrant smells. A few birds sat twittering on the rooftop and a small wisp of smoke swirled from the chimney.
+For a moment the teacher watched the peaceful scene but his reverie was interrupted the door of the fairytale house opened and the hunter's daughter stepped out. Both men held their breath as they saw her emerge into the sunshine. Her long blond hair shone like gold and her arms and legs were the color of honey, a lovely contrast with the pale blue dress that clung to her curves.
+Hugh felt as if his chest had shrunk to half its size, crushing his heart and leaving his lungs hardly room to breathe. Never in his life had he seen such a beautiful girl. He was used to ridicule but he never expected the girl to dash inside the house with a scared look on her face.
+It took the teacher the rest of the afternoon to calm her down enough so she came out of the house again. She told them the hunter had died in his sleep and she had buried him behind the cherry trees. Hugh sat to one side and listened to the teacher and Rose talking. All he did was drink in her beauty and every time her blue eyes looked his way he felt his face turn hot and red.
+After a while Hugh noticed how the teacher was looking at Rose and he felt a little uncomfortable. He had never liked the thin man and he thought his ogling was gross. To his own surprise he heard himself say he would be the messenger from now on. The teacher frowned but could not think of a good reason to protest and Rose's face lit up as she sent Hugh a grateful smile.
+So, from that day on, Hugh traveled into the woods once a week to bring Rose messages and supplies and to bring back the salves and potions for the sick. Since he and the teacher were the only ones who knew the way, the villagers even started to treat Hugh with a little more respect and as a result he straightened his spine and held his head high.
+One day, maybe two months later, Hugh arrived at the house to hear the sound of panting and muttering from the back. With a frown on his broad face he rounded the house and saw Rose trying to lift a heavy axe. He never said a word but stepped forward, took the axe from her slender hands and worked till there was a respectable pile of logs and kindling.
+When he was finished Rose pointed to the pump wrinkling her nose and both laughed as he pulled his shirt off and sluiced the sweat from his body. They were both surprised though by the effect his naked torso had on Rose. The only man she had ever known was her father and now she looked at a healthy, muscled man only a few years older than her.
+Her breath caught in her throat and Hugh could see the color rise in her cheeks. His dark eyes full of wonder he reached out and touched the soft skin, tracing her lips with his fingers. For the first time in his life, he touched a girl without her mocking him and he felt a warm glow starting to spread through his entire body.
+Without really thinking about it, he used both hands to feel her face, her throat, her arms. Rose just stood there, enjoying the feel of another human being touching her. After a few moments she caressed the broad chest and the muscled arms and how it happened neither of them knew, but suddenly they embraced and the slender girl nearly disappeared in the clasp of the big man.
+The touching and kissing led to exploring more skin which led to more kissing and finally they found themselves on the soft grass, their clothes a few colorful patches in the shadow of the cherry trees. Hugh reached out and touched the pink tips on her breasts, surprising Rose and himself as she gasped with the pleasure of it. Rose in turn was fascinated with the hard member between his legs that was so soft to the touch.
+Like they were the first people on earth they explored each other, enjoying the warm sun on their backs, savoring the smell of the other, the taste of skin and eventually the pleasure of making the other sigh and moan with desire. Hugh had heard the other boys snickering and whispering of course, and Rose knew how animals mated. Neither of them had expected the joining of their bodies to be filled with so much pleasure however and the rest of that day was spent in kissing and stroking, touching and moaning.
+From that day on, Hugh spent more and more time with Rose till he finally decided to go live with her. His father could miss him easily as there were more sons to take over the smithy and Hugh had always liked being outdoors. Rose was happy with the kind and strong man that worshipped the ground she walked on and Hugh was forever amazed that such a beautiful creature could love him. They were very happy for a while and they never gave another thought to the people of the village.
+The same could not be said the other way around. The people of the village talked plenty about Rose and Hugh. Among them the teacher, who kept saying it was sinful to let them live together like that. They were not even properly joined by a priest. Mainly because of his carping the town elders finally gave in and decided to have a talk with the young couple.
+By now it was the end of the summer and they set out with the teacher to lead the way into the flaming forest. None of the men had eyes for the riot of colors, the lush brambles or the tiny delicate mushrooms adorning a fallen tree. They grumbled and frowned and clumped through the woods on their way to an unpleasant encounter.
+Since the teacher guided them they arrived at the hunter's house some time in the afternoon. At first it looked as if there were nobody there, but the teacher urged them to look behind the peaceful cottage. The sour man was the last to round the corner and like the two pompous men before him he stood rooted to the spot.
+The sun was over its zenith and the light slanted through the trees, painting yellow and dark-green stripes on the grass and the young woman who was bathing by the pump. For a moment the scene was frozen in time. Then Rose noticed the three men leering at her and with a squeal she snatched her dress and tried to hide her body behind the thin material.
+It was no use however. They had all seen the firm little breasts, the swell of her hips and the tempting golden curls between her legs. And each of those virtuous men felt himself respond to her beauty. Rose saw their eyes and recognized the look her Hugh had when he wanted to plunge deep inside her. But these men were strangers and their faces did not show any love or respect for her.
+With a sob Rose stepped back, looking for a way out but there was none. The teacher was the first to step further into the garden, licking his thin lips. His hands were already busy loosening the strings on his trousers and he seemed unhindered by the presence of the two village elders at his back. Ever since the day he first saw her, he had been dreaming of her and the thought of that big ox having her had been eating at him almost constantly.
+Suddenly he saw the eyes of the girl grow wide and her mouth opened without a sound. As his trousers dropped to his ankles it was a bit awkward to turn around, but over his shoulder he saw the two elders huddling against the wall of the little house. Their faces turned white from fear as they watched a furious Hugh.
+In a few steps Hugh was beside the teacher and without giving him the chance to come up with some tale or another, he lifted the miscreant by the neck and shook him in rage. They all heard the bones snap and when Hugh dropped the body to the ground the teacher was already dead from a broken neck.
+It took only one murderous look from Hugh's dark eyes to chase the frightened elders away. Hugh calmed his Rose down and afterwards buried the teacher in front of the house. As a reminder to other evil doers he said.
+All autumn and winter they were left alone in their little paradise. Since the teacher was no longer there Hugh stopped to act as go-between and the people in the village could no longer ask Rose for help. By the end of the winter they had had enough. They realized they needed Rose or at least her healing skills so they send a few young men to go fetch her.
+It was the first day of spring and Rose and Hugh were standing in front of the cottage when Rose suddenly pointed to the grass in front of the house. Right on the spot were Hugh had buried the teacher there sprouted a few unknown flowers, their faces golden like Rose's hair and with a dark heart.
+The two lovers were still wondering about this when the young men from the village turned up. They had been part of the pack that had always bullied Hugh as a kid, but their bravado soon disappeared at the sight of the broad chest and muscled arms and legs. It was obvious they would never be able to win a fight so they tried to win through cleverness.
+Talking to Rose they came up the path to the house, but as soon as they came abreast the unknown flowers it seemed as if they had run into a wall. No matter what they did, they could not go further. For a while Rose and Hugh watched their antics and then Rose thought of an explanation for the mystery.
+The teacher had wanted to harm her so he was doing penance by protecting her from evil spirits. Hugh smiled and nodded. His Rose was a smart woman and no doubt she was right. For once in his life he felt utterly clever as he told the men from the village that they were stopped by prim flowers protecting Rose. The villagers tried to get rid of Hugh on a few other occasions but every time they were stopped by some unseen barrier and every time he laughed at them and pointed at the yellow flowers bordering the path.
+Over time the villagers started to call the flowers prim roses and till this day the little yellow blooms protect you against evil spirits. Do you want a safe haven? Plant some primroses in your garden.
+ _Please let me know your opinion. Vote on my story, leave a comment or send me feedback. All three is even better._"
+288,Superstitions Ch. 07,My Erotic Tail,Chain Stories,2004-06-30,2004-06-30,2022-01-08 03:53:47,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/superstitions-ch-07,Owls give a Hoot.,"['Breasts Fingers', 'Dustin', 'Looked Maggie', 'Maggie Asked', 'Maggie Smiled', 'Maggie Smiling', 'Mrs Parker', 'Owl', 'Parker', 'Parker Asked']",4.57,"Dustin's lips enveloped Maggie's hard, pointing nipples then he suckled them gently. Her moans of approval were all he needed to hear to start his hand's upward glide between her legs. She opened them wider and allowed his fingers to find their target. His pressing palm pushed into her puss through her tight, short, cut off jeans. She tossed her head back and her braided pigtails fell behind her.
+She felt his tongue make circles over her breasts while his fingers unfastened the buttons on her shorts. She brought her head forward to watch his eager tongues twirling. His playful nips at various spots on her soft plump breast sent her desires soaring.
+He sat up straight and gave her denim shorts a tug and they slowly worked their way past her hips then came off in a wisp. His smile grew wider as his eyes feasted on her neatly shaven bush. His head dove towards her waiting puss and began lapping at her slit, anxiously.
+""Oh God, I love it when you do that,"" Maggie said as she shifted her ass from side to side. Her country accent was sharp and her ass scratched a bit from the hay straw stored in the loft of the barn. Dustin licked her wildly and sucked at her clit trying to arouse her fully. It was working.
+Maggie spread her legs wide and reached down and pulled Dustin's hair tightly into her puss excitedly. Driving her hips upward into his face more and more.
+""You want me?"" Maggie asked in a low tone.
+Dustin raised his head from between her legs. Looking at her wide eye'd and licking his lips. ""I thought you were saving yourself for marriage?"" Dustin asked with curiosity.
+""Were getting married, right?"" Maggie asked. Her top pulled up over her breasts, her fingers were twisting at each of her nipples. Her head tilted downwards as her eyes looked upward at Dustin with a sensual smile.
+""Yeah as soon as I finish my courses in the spring. It's you and me and Las Vegas."" Dustin said smiling, pulling his shirt up over his head as he watched Maggie play with her breasts.
+""Then, I saved myself for you and if you want me you better hurry I'm losing that feeling."" Maggie said with a wicked grin. Dustin didn't hesitate his hands unfastened his pants and slung them off in record time. Crawled between Maggie's legs and began kissing her lips, cheek, neck and shoulder repeatedly. She slowly laid back into the hay. Dustin fixed his cock to point at her as he took the first finger and pulled her pussy lips apart then guided his hard cock into her slit. Slowly, he eased into her more.
+Her breath became short and her fingers tightened around each of his arms. His pressing cock drove deeper inside of her. Her head shot to her left as she bit into her bottom lip. Closed her eyes tighter than her fingers grasp of Dustin's biceps.
+His trusts became stronger and driving into her deeper as she spread her legs by grabbing her legs and pulling them outward. Dustin began panting and humping excitedly, rapidly and wild.
+A noise came from the barn. Both Dustin and Maggie froze. They both heard it, not sure what it was they looked at each other frozen stiff, listening. Then they heard a faint sound, Dustin rolled off of Maggie and they both lay silent and still, peering into the depths of the barn's open interior.
+The sound of flapping wings got louder as an Owl flew to it's perch just above them in the rafters. Maggie and Dustin lay still and watched the solid white Owl that had flown not 6 feet from where they lay. It's large peering eyes pierced the two love birds as if waiting for movement. Moving its head back and forth to get a better look, the Owl spread its wings then folded them under itself even tighter. It's large, golden eyes blinked a couple times then peered at Dustin then at Maggie. The Owl's long, sharp and intimidating talons dug into the wooden beam that stretched across the barns loft.
+""Maggie... dinners ready, MAGGIE!"" Came the call from the house. Maggie looked at Dustin and the Owl took flight. Dustin and Maggie watched it fly out of the barn. It's wide wing span barely flapped, it glided downward and out of the barns livestock entry.
+""Dang, did you see that?"" Maggie asked excitedly.
+""Sure did, that was way cool,"" Dustin said while looking Maggie up and down. Maggie smiled and began getting dressed quickly.
+""I gotta go, I'll call you tonight,"" Maggie said as she went to dart off then turned around and went back and kissed Dustin then descended down the ladder and ran to the house. Dustin lay hid with a smile on his face.
+~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
+Supper was laid out on the dining room table, Southern Fried Chicken pieces piled on a large white platter, mashed potatoes, Gravy, fresh from the garden green beans and biscuits covered with a kitchen towel for warmth. Maggie hastily rushed towards the wash room passing the dining room.
+""Hey Grand pa,"" Maggie yelled as she shot down the hall.
+""Oniwa, Mag pie,"" The elderly Indian man replied as he found his seat and pulled the chair out. The family began sitting down, Mr. Parker sat at the head and Mrs. Parker sat opposite of him. Maggie's two sisters, Vicky and Stacy sat across from each other. Vicky sat next to Grand pa. Maggie ran in and sat next to Stacy.
+""Lets eat,"" Mr. Parker exclaimed and the hands and arms started crossing the table. Passing bowls and plates, scooping and passing. Smiles and 'thank you' were passed around as well.
+""So, who lost they're virginity today?"" Grand pa spat while scooping up potatoes as he looked around the table. Mr. Parker was sitting with his mouth wide open, frozen. He had started to take his first bite when he heard those words and hadn't moved since. Vicky never batted an eye, as if she didn't hear him, she was 23 and well known for sharing her virtues. Maggie was 21 and a student at the junior college, Stacey was 19 and sitting in her seat snickering as if she had just been caught.
+""What ever made you say such a thing, Dad,"" Mrs. Parker blurted in total shock.
+""I saw the Snow Owl while I was walking over this afternoon,"" Grandpa spat. Then took a bite as if he hadn't said anything wrong. Everyone else was glancing back and forth in shock but tolerated the old man's bluntness.
+""I saw a white Owl today Grand pa, in the barn."" Maggie said and began eating. The sound of utensils scraping plates began to sound again as they all began to feast.
+""What were you doing in the barn?"" Mrs. Parker asked Maggie.
+""I don't think we should use words like virginity, during supper time,"" Mr. Parker added his two cents.
+""I didn't see any Owl,"" Vicky said just to keep the subject going.
+""So your a woman now,"" Grand pa looked at Maggie smiling and chewing. Mrs. Parker glared at Maggie. Stacy looked at Maggie too only she was smiling.
+""Why do you say that?"" Maggie asked her Grand father. Taking a bite of chicken waiting for the old mans reply. Grand pa was always direct, it was his Indian Heritage that mostly intrigued the girls. Mr. Parker tolerated his wife's father for his senior years. The Old man began to speak as he finished swallowing his food. His long braided gray hair swung slightly as he turned to Maggie.
+""If you see, a white Owl during the day, it means someone close to you lost their virginity,"" Grand pa said with a very serious look on his face. His sunken ancient brown eyes gazed softly upon Maggie then he smiled.
+""I don't believe in that superstitious mumbo jumbo,"" Mr. Parker spat.
+""Daddy's always been a tale weaver when it comes to wooded animals."" Mrs. Parker said to Mr. Parker.
+""Owls bring omens of mischance and death. An owl hooting from a housetop at night meant the person inside was about to die. An owl screeching at a baby's birth foretold that baby's life as a witch, or its death."" Grand pa stated.
+""Owls make me think of witchcraft and Halloween. 'Eye of owl' a main ingredient in my witch's brew."" Vicky said with dramatics in a scary way and they laughed but Mr. and Mrs. Parker did not.
+""Settle down and eat,"" Mrs. Parker said abruptly.
+""A white owl seen during the day light hours means some one close to you has lost their vir..."" Grand pa looked at Mr. Parker. ""Virtue."" Everybody chuckled including Mr. Parker. ""An owl Hooting at night is a wise spirit trying to tell you of your future, good and bad. Listen to it's tone and it will tell you."" Grand pa said then dove back into his meal.
+The three Daughters kept glancing at each other, Vicky shot Stacy a look and Maggie shot both of them a look. Stacy rolled her eyes at Maggie and they all three giggled while two of them was trying to figure out who the mystery person could be. Maggie played along to confuse them.
+""How can an owl...'spirit'... tell you this?"" Mrs. Parker asked with disbelief as she looked at her father then her husband smiling.
+""Owls are an omen actually, a message from the Spirit world to communicate with us in the physical world. You either listen or you don't. Owls speak to those who give a 'Hoot'."" Grand pa said with a chuckle then took another bite of supper.
+Maggie took a bite too and began winking at her sisters secretly. Stacy's mouth fell open then closed quickly as not to give it away. Vicky just snickered with a slight head shaking. Mr. and Mrs. Parker were engrossed in a fixed stare at each other while Grand Pa ate happily and content with his wisdom.
+Just then, in the distance they all heard the 'Hoot of an Owl. They all froze, no one moved, then they all broke out in laughter. Even Grand Pa which made everything okay.
+""And what does it mean when your eating supper and hear an Owl?"" Mr. Parker asked with a slight quirk in his voice.
+""Daddy!"" Stacy blurted at her fathers question.
+Grand pa looked at Mr. Parker and smiled as he put a bite of food in his mouth. The family patiently waited while grand pa chewed his food. All were waiting to hear if there was a reason for the Owls 'hoot.'
+""The Owl that 'hoots' during a meal..."" Grand pa began, ""Is angry for not being invited therefore you shall find more white specs on your car tomorrow."" Everyone busted out laughing except for Mr. Parker who shot Mrs. Parker a look and she quieted her laugh to a snicker.
+""Oh my, those birds do leave they're mark on my car and I always wondered why,"" Mr. Parker said and the family all laughed together. The tension eased and the dining room became quiet other than utensils scraping dinner ware.
+~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
+Maggie turned out the light on her night stand, next to her bed. Pulling the covers up around her neck she snuggled up into a ball there in the darkness.
+""Hoot..whoo..whoo,"" the call of a distant Owl broke the silence. Maggie's eyes shot wide open then a grin spread across her lips.
+""Tattle tell,"" Maggie said to herself, snickering, then curled up and fell into slumber, with thoughts of her day."
+289,Superstitions Ch. 09,simply_cyn,Chain Stories,2004-06-28,2004-06-28,2022-01-08 03:53:50,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/superstitions-ch-09,Husband & superstitious wife celebrate Nude Day.,"['Eyes Locking', 'Fingers Curling', 'Glancing Clock', 'God Rob', 'Hips Pumping', 'Mineral Water', 'Rob Eyes', 'Steps Pool', 'Thighs Trembling', 'Throat Head']",4.27,"""Rob!"" Nikki called from the pool. ""Will you grab me a mineral water on your way out?!"" She swiveled her head from the inflatable lounger, glancing up to see if he heard her. Seeing his wave through the window, she stretched back out in the sun, the simple movement causing small waves to lap and lull her back into a contented daze. The warmth of the sun licked deliciously along her flesh as oiled skin glistened from the gentle movement of the water.
+Rob glanced outside at his wife, a broad grin crossing his face as she sunbathed nude in their secluded backyard. ""Thank God for National Nude Day,"" he chuckled, pulling a chilled bottled of mineral water from the fridge along with a long-necked beer. ""Otherwise she'd never be caught dead in the pool like that."" Nikki was not an exhibitionist by any means but she was overly superstitious and believed in celebrating all the holidays that came around, even the ones no one usually knew about. Hell, they were running out of places to plant trees on Arbor Day! Some of her quirks were carried just a bit too far but Rob adored her and complied.
+Carrying the drinks outside, Rob popped the top off his beer and took a swig before setting it down. ""Rob!"" he heard, turning to look in Nikki's direction. ""Why are you still dressed?!"" She almost looked distraught and he grinned as she continued, ""For Pete's sake, you've got to go the whole day nude. It's the rule!"" Nikki rolled her eyes and spread her legs a bit so the sun could warm hr inner thighs. Rob couldn't help but stare hungrily at her delectable twat now open a bit for his viewing pleasure. Nikki kept it trimmed close and shaped in a sexy arrow pointing right to where he wanted his lips to be.
+Quickly shedding his own clothes, he couldn't help but glance around the backyard. Even though it was well secluded behind a high fence and a lush spread of trees, Rob couldn't help but feel very exposed. As delectable as Nikki looked floating in nothing but golden-hued flesh and dark swirling hair, he was glad Nude Day only came around once a year. If it wasn't for his wife being so superstitious, he wouldn't be taking it this far! Grabbing both his beer and his wife's mineral water, he stepped into the water, his semi-hard cock shrinking instantly as the cold water touched his flesh. ""God damn, that's cold!"" he hissed, slowly sinking lower into the water as he headed to where Nikki was lazily basking in the sun.
+Her gentle laughter wafted in the breeze as she glanced over at her husband, her green eyes hungrily drifting over his rock-hard form; sculpted muscles kissed by an almost hairless skin, large shoulders drifting down to a tapered waist and flat hips settled on top of strong muscled thighs. Nikki's grin drifted upwards on rose-hued lips as she took the bottle of mineral water extended out to her, Rob's free hand stroking up her inner thigh to the sun- kissed pussy warm from the sun's rays. ""Feeling a bit frisky?"" she teased.
+""How could I not with you lying there like that?"" he growled low, leaning over to capture a hot hardened nipple in his mouth. ""You look so fucking hot."" His tongue swirled in lazy motions around her puckered flesh and was rewarded by the sound of a soft mew coming from Nikki's throat, her head pushing back into the float as she arched up to offer him more, long lashes fluttering closed over jade eyes.
+""What time is it?"" she asked through a husky moan.
+""Huh?"" Rob couldn't believe her sense of timing, his mouth pulling off her nipple as he stood upright in the pool next to her inflatable lounger and looked down at her puzzled. ""That's an odd question when I'm working on fucking you, Nikki.""
+Emerald eyes shot open as she looked at him, her skin obviously flushed with both the kiss of the sun and the desires that he had awoken within her. ""Rob, I told you ... if we want to have a healthy baby, we have to have sex at midday when the sun is the highest. Today, that's at 2:03!""
+""Nikki!"" Rob's exasperated sigh reached her ears as he stared down at her. ""You know, this is getting old. You and these fucking superstitions!"" He pushed away from her and stalked over to the steps of the pool, sinking down and pulling on his beer, taking long swallows.
+Nikki softly sighed and glanced over at the clock – 1:30. Biting down on her lip as she calculated the time in her head, she rolled off the lounger and gasped as the cold water stung at her heated skin. Sinking down quickly to her chin to take the chill away, her gaze settled on her gorgeous husband sulking on the steps of the pool. A little smile kissed her lips as she started easing over to him, keeping her body hidden beneath the water, raven tresses floating along behind her until heavy-laden with water and then sinking down slowly to cling to her back.
+Rob watched her out of the corner of his eye even as he tipped the bottle for another swig of beer. God she irritated the shit out of him sometimes but she was so fucking beautiful! He could feel his cock twitch underneath the water even as he feigned disinterest as she slowly approached him. Another drink from the bottle and she was almost on top of him and he couldn't help but reach out for her.
+""I'm sorry,"" she whispered, slithering between his thighs. ""I just want this baby so much."" Nikki's lips caressed over his and then down to his chin, trailing along the line of his strong jaw to nibble on his earlobe. She was rewarded with a soft moan as her husband shifted beneath her, drawing her between his legs as he reclined a bit on the steps of the pool. ""Please don't be mad,"" she breathed into his ear.
+Rob leaned a little to the left, setting his beer on the side of the pool before both hands slid over her hips to her rounded ass, squeezing and just letting those lovely cheeks settle into the palms of his hands. ""It's just you talked me into this Nude Day shit and now here you are, naked and all wet ... in more ways than one and you're telling me to fucking wait."" The exasperation was clearly in his voice even as his head fell back a bit, letting his wife's warm pliant lips trail deliciously down the curve of his throat, moaning as her tongue toyed with his Adam's apple.
+Nikki's gaze turned to the clock once more as her tongue traversed over her sexy husband's skin. If she could just time it so ... she could probably get him to cum inside of her at just the right time. She smiled, pulling back a bit, shimmering green eyes locking with his before she turned and settled in the place between his open thighs, her back pressed to his stomach and chest, the back of her head on his shoulder. She could feel his chest heave as he sighed, knowing he was going to have to wait. Nikki's fingers curled around one of his hands and pulled it forward and around, sliding it slowly between her hot thighs, her own breath captured momentarily as she felt his sock twitch in the small of her back.
+Rob's mouth lowered to the top of her ear, nibbling as his fingers came to life between her legs, gently stroking her clit until it hardened beneath his touch. He could feel Nikki shiver, a low whimper erupting from her throat as her head pushed back slightly into his shoulder, a grin spreading across his face as he knew how much this turned her on. Tonguing the rim of her ear and then down to her earlobe, first one finger slipped deep inside, between those hot moist folds and then as she writhed in his arms, added one more as his thumb toyed with her throbbing clit.
+Nikki's body couldn't help but respond as she shuddering reflexively at the welcome invasion, biting down on her lower lip, feeling her thighs bloom even wider as she glanced back at the clock. Damn thing ... hurry! She could feel his fingers probing deeper and deeper, searching for that perfect spot that would send her over the edge. Soft whimpers from her own lips were his reward as her eyes closed, leaning back against him as her hips begin to move on their own accord beneath the exquisite tutelage of his fingers.
+Rob moved his fingers slowly, noticing how quiet his lovely wife was becoming as they teased in the depths of her warm, wet pussy. ""You like that, you naughty girl, don't you?"" he growled soft in her ear.
+Nikki licked her lips as her own fingers slid back on their own accord behind her and between his straddled legs, nodding at his question with a soft purr. ""You're not playing fair,"" she whispered.
+Rob groaned squeezing his eyes shut as her fingers made contact with his rigid pole, making it twitch and swell even more in his anxiety to have her. ""You know what that will start, Nikki ..."" He heard her purr in response as she pushed back a bit, fingers sliding down to fondle and play with his balls. Rob couldn't help but shift, giving her more access even as he growled into her ear. ""And you do know,"" he began, gripping her by the hair, damp and soft in his hand, jerking her head back to his shoulder even as her own fingers begin to lightly stroke him along that throbbing vein, her own hips pumping up to his fingers. ""That it can end as quickly as it started,"" he playfully warned, grinning as she yelped in surprise at the jerk and then moaned as her walls shuddered in surrender to his demanding nature over her body, coating his fingers with her sweet juice.
+Nikki whimpered helplessly, thought of the time almost forgotten as her thighs trembled slightly. She turned her head just enough for her velveteen tongue to dart out against his jaw, loving the taste of his flesh. She jerked slightly as his fingers graze over her clit, small trembles rocking her against him as he adds a third finger, filling her completely. Nikki is lost completely, feeling her walls clamp down on them, hips starting to move as if to encourage him to pump them in and out, harder and faster.
+And then as suddenly as it started, Rob pulled his fingers out of her and heard her cry of surprise as he pulled away, a slow smile crossing his lips as she turns in between his legs, her eyes wide and glazed with the lust he has created. Glancing to the clock himself, he whispers ... ""What time, Nikki? What time do you need my cum in your cunt?""
+Nikki moaned and shuddered at his question, feeling her pussy begin to drool and quiver in anticipation of what was to come. ""2:03,"" she whispered, glancing at the clock and then at him.
+Rob's eyes glanced over as well, seeing that he had about 16 minutes before her little superstition required his seed. He grinned as he grabbed her and moved towards the side of the pool, hips grinding against hers as her legs reflexively wrapped around him. ""Well, we better get started then, you superstitious little slut,"" he grated into her ear and then set her up on the side of the pool almost roughly.
+Nikki gasped as he moved between her thighs, strong hands wrapping around her calves and then pushed back hard to open her up to him, her wet cunt open and throbbing in the blazing sun. She looked down at him, shivering to see that ravenous look take over his handsome face, eyes widening as his hands shoved her thighs wider, pushing back until the tops of her thighs were torturing her aching nipples and then arched, head falling back as his tongue darted out, flicking at her throbbing clit. Trembling fingers slid into his hair, pulling him closer in delirious need as she opened herself reflexively more for his pleasure.
+Rob's expert mouth sucked and nipped at her exposed clit before finally clamping down on it with his teeth, glancing up to his lovely slut wife as she jerked and shuddered beneath him. He could feel her fingers curling tightly into his hair, those lovely thighs trembling close to his ears, her hips bucking uncontrollably up against his hot mouth. Glancing to the clock ... 13 minutes ... then back to watching her enjoy his mouth, sucking a bit harder, grinding his teeth into her throbbing little pearl.
+Nikki felt his gaze, the intensity between them growing ... anticipation of his taking of her and the explosion of their joining at just the right moment. She couldn't help but get wet again thinking of the baby that would swell in her belly, the product of their love and passions. Moist lips part as she pants for breath, feeling it building ... building ... eyes locking with Rob's as her fingers curl reflexively in his hair, pulling him closer.
+Rob tears his teeth from her, his passionate eyes hard as he growls against her swollen lips, ""Beg me, Nikki ... NOW!"" Then as she cries out, he buries his face back between her legs, attacking her clit in a ferocious hunger.
+""Oh god, Rob! Please, don't stop ... please, let me cum!"" She cannot stop the rhythm of her hips, pushing up again and again for his tongue, the probing steady pulse of his fingers darting in and out, her mind swirling as she tries to keep from hurtling over that edge he has pushed her to. Her head jerks back, thighs trembling non-stop as she tries desperately not to spiral out of control, fingers curling tighter in his hair as she begs on a desperate husky moan, ""God, please Rob ... now!!""
+""Cum for me, Nikki ... cum NOW!"" he commands harshly into her quivering cunt. Her cries of pleasure pour out between her lips, reverberating across the water and out into their neighborhood, bringing a grin of satisfaction to his lips, glad now he had participated in her Nude Day follies. He can feel her pull him closer as she shudders over his fingers, hot sweet nectar pouring over his tongue and past his lips to dribble onto his chin. His fingers slam deep into her as her hips buck furiously against him, knowing she is unable to stop the moans and tremors.
+Nikki gasps, crying out as she feels Rob withdraw his fingers, trembling uncontrollably against his mouth as he continues to suck and nibble on her spasmming lips. She can feel his tongue lapping hungrily at every drop of her cum and then flick playfully over her sensitive clit. She can't help but yelp and jerk away from the exquisite sensations as the tries to gasp for breath, eyes glued to the clock, her heart thudding wildly ... 2 minutes! ""Rob!"" she cries out as he grips her feet, pulling her closer as he rises up in the water, opening her legs back farther as he drags her to the edge and then slams his cock deep inside her. She screams in mindless pleasure, the time forgotten as her body arches beneath him, walls shuddering uncontrollably as his hard cock sends her over the edge again.
+Rob plants his feet at the bottom of the pool, his hips like pistons as he strokes his luscious little wife fast and hard, feeling how close he already is. Reflexively, knowing how much it means to her, glues his eyes to the clock, trying to time his rhythm to the seconds ticking away. Nikki's whimpers and cries of passion are almost more than he can bear, beads of sweat beginning to dot the line of his brow as she pumps in even, quick strokes. He can feel her shuddering beneath him, his eyes willing the clock to hurry the fuck up! 1 minute ... ""God damn, Nikki .... Please,"" he moans, trying to keep his passions in check.
+Nikki's thighs tremble helplessly around him, her hips pumping in exquisite rhythm as her eyes lock to the clock, small silver tears lining thick lashes as she moves her gaze to her husband, feeling him timing his explosion just to satisfy her whims. She leans forward, capturing his lips in a searing kiss, whispering against them in a helpless groan, knowing how he is suffering for her ... ""I love you Rob."" Eyes darting to the clock again, feeling his strokes coming faster ... shorter, her mind willing the second hand to move faster ... ""Oh god, please ..."" she pleads and then as it ticks achingly slow to the upright position on the twelve, she cries out, tossing her head back, hips thrusting up eagerly to his, impaling herself upon his throbbing cock, ""NOW ROB, NOW!!""
+Needing no further encouragement, he explodes deep inside her, filling her with his hot cum, slamming into her hard, her ass scraping along the side of the pool. He can hear her scream out, her nails digging into his shoulders as his own cry of passion joins hers. Rob groans loudly, feeling thick ropes of pearly cum shoot and smother her walls in a coat of delicious hot cream. His fingers tighten on her hips, driving his cock again and again until the spasms begin to subside, pulling her off the edge of the pool and into the water, both of them sinking down to their chins as lips and bodies meet in a passionate embrace.
+""Oh Rob ..."" Nikki's voice trails off as her arms and legs enfold him, feeling him tremble against her body. ""I love you so fucking much. Happy Nude Day.""
+The deep rumble of his laughter bounces off the pool as he pulls her closer, nibbling on her sensuous lips as he whispers, ""Now if that doesn't produce a baby, then I don't know what will."" Their laughter was caught up in the sweetness of their kiss as bodies melded together as one once more."
+290,Superstitions Ch. 12,psychocatblah,Chain Stories,2004-07-09,2004-07-09,2022-01-08 03:53:55,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/superstitions-ch-12,Lady porn photog records sex between gay men.,"['Cunt Licker', 'Grabbed Jeff', 'Jeff Buckley', 'Jeff Finally', 'Made Jeff', 'Moved Jake', 'Nodded Jake', 'Prefer Women', 'Quickly Shot', 'Shot Photos']",4.52,"**Chapter 12: Digital Cameras Steal Bytes of Your Soul**
+""It's a digital camera, it's not going to steal your soul. Although it might change your sexuality, so you might want to be careful there,"" I say with a smirk. New models are often a challenge to porn photographers, but I tend to use humor to break the ice with them. It's also important that I seem comfortable and confident because it translates to how the models feel. Hardcore photos are difficult enough to shoot; breaking in a new model on top of that has me on my toes.
+Jeff blushed a little and looked at me bashfully from under a fringe of hair. Twinks are adorable with their smooth skin and virtual hairlessness. I'm personally very comfortable with being bisexual although I tend to prefer women. Twinks are almost something in-between male and female and it appeals to me. However, this is a gay scene and these boys, insofar as I am aware, are complete fags. No interest in a female photographer whatsoever. That's fine. I will admit to being fairly intimidated with men I don't know very well on my set who are straight; particularly if I'm shooting alone. It's terribly unfair to the professionalism of the men I work with, I realize, but it's really a rather subconscious dread.
+The man before me turned and posed again. While we were waiting for Jake to arrive I was just shooting a few fully clothed pics. There were plenty of memory cards for me to play with and I wanted to break the boy of his ""deer in headlights"" look before he had to perform. ""I think my soul would go before I forgot I prefer boys,"" Jeff finally quipped back after a silence that was long enough that I had to retrace what I'd said to get what he was saying.
+""Aw, my loss then,"" I respond, noting the kid wasn't quite so fast as Jake was on the retorts. Jake was a professional and we'd worked together several times. In fact, the only thing that I really didn't like about him was his constant tardiness. But these are the concessions we make for tardiness.
+The boy, and I really shouldn't call him a boy (he was 19 and I had legally binding proof of that in my file folder in the office) but to me anyone under the age of 25 was a kid or a boy as far as I was concerned. I'd had a bit of a moral dilemma when I was first approached to shoot these so-called ""twinks"" about the under aged appeal of these photos. But with anything you do, once the work is produced, you can't control what happens with it. It wasn't as if I were manufacturing bullets, where you are fairly certain that the end result of your product was the death of something. I knew lots of people into twinks who would never actually molest a kid.
+I adjusted some of the lights and just let the music flow into the room and watched how Jeff moved. ""Not that you aren't very pretty,"" he added, again after a long enough pause that I'd pretty well forgotten what we were talking about.
+I stopped and pulled the camera away from my face, ""Thank you, Jeff. It's quite all right. I was only giving you a hard time. This is a professional set and a special non-soul sucking or sexuality changing camera. I prefer girls anyways, not that you aren't tempting."" Giving him another wink, I went back behind my camera. That wasn't an entire lie; I did prefer women for the most part. Men did turn me on as well, and in a different context I might've hit on this kid. On the set, however, my mind was generally occupied with thoughts of lighting and framing and keeping the models focused and comfortable.
+""Oh. One time I dressed up in my mother's clothes,"" he said to me.
+I smiled a little and replied, ""Oh? Did you like that? Think you might give being a drag queen a try?""
+This time he laughed a little and shook his head. ""Naw. It just felt weird.""
+He was a little dense, but still cute. I looked over at the door and jumped a little to see Jake standing there. He laughed and pulled off his baseball cap. ""Still trying to seduce the young and impressionable with the magic sexuality- stealing camera trick?"" he questioned.
+All right, busted, sort of. I did tend to use that line a lot with the newer gay models. But it generally did get a chuckle and made the preening men feel like I was attracted to them, which made them feel sexy. ""Well, it never hurts to try. An old woman like me gets lonely seeing you sexy boys all keeping to yourselves!"" I playfully protested.
+Jake looked Jeff over and smirked. He nodded his approval of the boy to me and then looked back at him, ""Don't let her fool you. That camera really does do something to your sexuality. I keep dreaming I'm fucking her.""
+I snorted a little, but I couldn't help feeling a giddy about the concept of dragging Jake aside and having my wicked way with him. He wouldn't be the first gay man I've seduced, although he would be the first model. I shook my head at him, ""Never going to happen, man. I'm a professional."" Still, I had to hide my flush of excitement behind my camera.
+""So you keep saying,"" he said with a longing sigh, as if this weren't the first time he'd mentioned such a thing in front of me. I will admit to being more than my fair share of covetous of Jake's body. My camera and I knew every inch of his skin through our various adventures together for a variety of websites and publications. I worked him into every assignment I could. The camera loved him, and he loved to perform. We were both convinced that we had developed some manner of telepathy that made working together a breeze. At my least gesture or facial expression, Jake seemed to know what was going wrong and how to fix it. Aside from our bantering on the set, we rarely had to say anything technical to one another.
+I rolled my eyes at him and then my brows furrowed at him. ""I know. I'll fix my hair,"" he said and then he moved to the mirror that was behind me to do it. I'd installed the mirror so the models could see how they looked to the camera on Jake's suggestion. It seemed to actually work really well unless the model had some sort of dysfunction about their appearance. Then I'd have to drape the mirror down. Jake, however, loved to see himself perform and further to tease about how he could see my ass. Dirty boy.
+""So, Jeffy, do you have a name for the site yet?"" he asked as he looked at the boy in the reflection.
+""Uh… no. I thought someone would give me one,"" he said, looking uncomfortably shy again. I could tell Jake intimidated him. Who could blame him? Jake was gorgeous and completely comfortable in his surroundings. But clearly there was desire there as well.
+   ""Oh, I can give you one, if you like,"" I offered with a little shrug. ""Doesn't matter so long as it's a name the site doesn't already have.""
+Jeff frowned a little and then looked at Jake in the reflection. ""What is your name on the site?"" he asked.
+""Dylan.""
+""Why Dylan?""
+""Because sassypants here thinks I look like Dylan McDermott,"" he said as he finished reworking his messy hair and turned around and put his arm around my shoulder and gave me a hip bump.
+""That's not exactly what I said. I said that you had his coloration,"" I corrected him.
+""You also said I was hotter than he was,"" he said as he wiggled his eyebrows at me.
+""Yeah, I say a lot of things to get men naked. Get in there, you, I don't have all day!"" I said as I gave him a little shove closer to Jeff. He was making me squirm a bit and he was loving it. Prat.
+He tripped forward and mocked being hurt by my rejection and put his arm around Jeff now, who blushed deeply. ""And just what are you going to name my new boyfriend, then?"" he asked me with his head inclined towards Jeff's. I smirked at them together. Jeff was nearly a redhead although a little more blonde than that and his skin tone was a bit more tanned than the paleness of Jake's skin.
+""Oh, I don't know… Buckley?"" I offered with a shrug. I hadn't thought about it, really. Things like that often got ironed out later. Whether the boy approved or not was really secondary to getting the pictures out there.
+""Buckley? Why Buckley? That's like a dog's name!"" Jake objected.
+I blinked a few times and shook my head. ""Be- because I don't know, Jeff Buckley, I like his music. His name's Jeff, I think of Jeff Buckley. Does this really need to get sorted out right now?"" I asked him with a slightly exasperated expression.
+He snorted and whispered conspiratorially to Jeff, ""I won't let her name you after a dog or a dead musician. It will be OK, I promise."" He kissed Jeff's cheek and the kid smiled and beamed at feeling included.
+""Oh sure, gang up on the girl, I see how you two are already!"" I said with a smirk. I was pleased, though. Jake managed to relax the kid more in 10 seconds than I'd managed in 20 minutes. ""Oh the cleverness of you,"" I said as I did a couple of cute shots of the boys just grinning and being themselves. It was a Peter Pan in-joke Jake and I shared. If ever there was a real boy who would never grow up, I sincerely hoped it would be Jake.
+Jake was a switch, meaning that he could play top or bottom depending on what was needed. Today I'd arranged with him to be the top since we were dealing with a newbie. He was gay by lifestyle but on a few occasions he'd hinted that he'd switch to doing hetero if I needed him to. In truth, I rarely got calls to shoot het. I was better known for my gay and lesbian work and since I'd met Jake a year ago, I was getting quite a reputation for doing twink work. I knew there would come a day when I couldn't do twink with Jake anymore and then maybe I'd consider het or bi scenes for him. At the moment he was a fairly hot commodity as twink and I told him it was best if we didn't alienate his fan base by having him seen with women.
+I was touched by the sentiments, though. I even fancied that it might be a hint of some sort. But we behind the camera are behind it for a reason. Boys like that didn't make hints to girls like me. Besides, it was unprofessional.
+I looked up at the clock. Already we were 45 minutes behind schedule. Not that it was the biggest of problems, honestly. I didn't have anything else planned for the rest of the day and Jake never seemed to have to leave, it was just my own personal goal to try to keep things as much on schedule as possible. Granted, when you're dealing with new people it's best not to rush too much, at least for me. I know a lot of other photographers just throw 'em in and hope that they can swim. I just don't like doing things that way.
+I gave Jake a little nod after that and he gave me his crookedly cocky grin and turned his head to nuzzle at Jeff's face, seeming to explore his face till finally he found his lips. I imagined how the warmth of his breath would feel on my face and saw the expression I might wear on Jeff's increasingly pleased face. Jake's tongue ran out along Jeff's bottom lip and then he pulled it into his mouth and turned his eyes toward me. *click
+Jeff seemed to very much enjoy this and became seemingly less aware of my presence as Jake's hands slid down his back and squeezed at his ass through the baggy, sagging jeans the boy was wearing. He pulled on the boy's hips, which brought his body and his erection forward to rub against Jake's thigh. The friction made Jeff moan a little and his head lolled back in the pleasure of it. *click Jake's hands moved around the other boy's slender waist and up his shirt, pulling the large maize-colored logo shirt up to expose more of that lightly tanned flesh in contrast to Jake's paleness. He pushed the shirt up a bit more before pressing his fingers into the boy's flesh, tweaking at his nipples and biting at his Adam's apple *click Jake held the position and again looked at me with his arresting blue eyes. *click
+Some photographers get aroused while they work, I don't. Not usually. I have to stay entirely too intellectually engaged in the work to really let go. However, Jake is so photogenic and comfortable, that I do occasionally get twinges starting in my abdomen that flush blood down to my sex that makes me twitch and squirm sometimes.
+I step forward a bit to frame in on Jake's teeth in the boy's flesh, he'd never draw blood, we don't do that sort of work, but there's a lot of pleasure to be found in love bites that don't leave marks. His teeth show up bright white against the tanned flesh. One click for Jake's eyes down in pleasure, and one up, staring lustily at the camera and then I've stepped back again.
+Jake pulls off the other boy's shirt and drops it to the floor as Jeff moves forward to do the same. I catch a shot of Jeff's pulling off Jake's shirt almost by accident since he whipped it off so fast. Not that I could blame the boy, however it does make it difficult to organically shoot the scene.
+Noticing my agitation, Jake leans forward and purrs to the boy, ""Slow down there, lover. There's no prize for coming in first."" Then he takes Jeff's shaking hands and presses them against his taut musculature. He lets his head fall back dramatically as if he's never felt hands on his body. *click
+He pulls the boy's hand up to one of his nipples and his fingers have him pinch it. The boy does with little grace. Jake's hand moves back over it and he pushes the boy's fingers together around it and then pushes the hand back, stretching the mauve skin till it pales white. ""Hold that,"" I command as I shoot it from a full screen distance and then step in and use my lens to zoom in closer to it. The very tip of his nipple has turned white from the squeezing, but Jake's expression never changes. I move again to get a good shot of his nipple in the foreground and his blissful expression slightly fuzzy behind it and then I move out.
+Jeff seems to have been distracted by my intrusion and at a loss for what to do. Jake claps his hands on either side of the boy's head as if to tell him to focus and brings Jeff's face to his own chest. Coming to, Jeff obligingly sticks out his tongue and starts to trace patterns over Jake's abdomen. His muscles shy away from the stimulation, rippling beautifully, I started to wish this wasn't stills, that the whole would should be able to see the movement of his body, but we are doing stills and to that end: *click.
+Further emboldened, Jeff unbuttons Jake's jeans wile still kissing at his belly, his tongue toys with the shallow belly button before him and his breathing starts to increase and grow slightly ragged in his pleasure as if he were expecting to again be stopped in his exploration and was in a hurry to move on with it before someone changed their mind. I smirked as his over enthusiasm made his fumbling with Jake's fly caused him a whimpering frustration until Jake undid his own pants swiftly. *click for the frustration. *click for the look of sheer glee at being allowed access.
+Jeff's hands moved around Jake's waistband and his fingers hooked in it while Jake moved one arm back to keep it out of my way and the other hand moved to the kneeling boy's hair. *click. The pants and boxer-briefs were effortlessly pulled down Jake's well-muscled legs and he stepped out of them delicately. He had to lean against the wall for Jeff to pull his socks off and I was a bit surprised when the strawberry blonde kissed and worshipped Jake's pale foot. *click. That would be great for the foot worshippers.
+Jake preened a bit from the attention his foot was getting, as he stood there nude but for one remaining sock. He pushed his weight more into the wall as he spread his toes and flexed his foot to allow Jeff's tongue and fingers access to all aspects of his foot. I shot a few more photographs of that before Jeff moved on to the other foot. I let him play some and checked how many shots there were left on this card and moved the lights a bit.
+When I looked up, Jake had imperiously put his foot on Jeff's shoulder and commanded him to remove his own pants. I shot a few photos of the command, of the way that Jake's manhood and testicles dangled as he gave the order. He was semi hard already, such a slut boy, but that's why he was such a good model. He was aroused at nearly anything and came on command. My hand went unconsciously over my short brown ponytail as I bit my lip trying to figure out how to make his pants removal part of a sexy set of photos.
+However, the look of complete lust on Jeff's face would make anything attractive, the stripping was almost secondary to that complete adoration. So, though he lacked Jake's natural grace, his sincerity was photographing well as he rushed through unbuttoning the multiple buttons on his baggy jeans to reveal that he didn't do underwear. I shot what I could while he was doing it, it went by pretty quickly, but who could blame him? Swiftly he'd kicked out of his pants completely and yanked off his socks and now he was back down kneeling before Jake who seemed honestly amused by the fuss and with his cock as indication, he was aroused by it as well. *click.
+Jeff seemed now on surer footing. He'd sucked a cock before, and he seemed to have honestly forgotten I was there. That sort of thing was often good and bad. You got more sincere reactions that way, but then I'd have to be quick to get in where I needed to be. I hated to stop the action to move things around, posed porn is pretty obvious although photos that didn't show anything because the photographer didn't get in there to get what everyone wanted to see were useless and un-sellable. The point of this exercise was to get other people off, not the models, so I often had to be sadly mercenary when things got carried away.
+With ferocious passion, Jeff lunged forward to practically maul Jake's erection. We exchanged glances and suppressed smiles as Jake grabbed Jeff's head by his hair and pulled him back a little bit and angled his head slightly towards the camera. If this at all fazed Jeff, it didn't show. His tongue and hands were still irrepressible and he nuzzled and licked Jake from the underside of his sac to the top of his erection. Jakes eyes closed in the pleasure of it and he still held his smirking smile. I moved around a bit, zooming in and zooming out to record Jeff's rather excited ministrations. I bent forward to shoot the blowjob dead on at eye level, catching the pre-cum on Jake's head and a second later Jeff's tongue claiming that prize.
+The boy could suck cock, and that pleased me. There were too many times when I would photograph such scenes thinking that it was a shame that as a dyke I could suck cock better than some of these boys. I was clicking away happily at the scene, watching Jake's cock turn red to purple and go from a dull sheen of fragile skin to a spit-slickened rod of want. Jeff engulfed Jake's cock finally, his cheeks sucked in a bit as he kept up the slurping suction. He started out with rather quick slightly shallow strokes while the fingers of his right hand encircled the base of him and followed up on the space that his mouth wasn't reaching.
+Jake was cursed and blessed with a cock that was on the large side. It was great for work and for when he was with someone who knew what to do with it, but even in just our shoots I'd seen his difficulty in finding those that could use it properly. I was just starting to get worried that this boy couldn't get all of him in when he slowed his pace down and did, indeed, relax his throat enough to draw the other model's length all the way into him. Again I bent down to get a direct shot of his lips reaching the very base of Jake's manhood. I smiled at the recorded shot of Jeff's nose buried in the next of Jake's dark curls.
+Then I angled up in an odd twist that I knew would likely leave me on a heating pad later to see from an almost Jeff's point of view reaction. Jake looked down at us lustily. *click. Then he licked his lips at us. *click. He wiggled his brows at me a bit and I nodded that I should get out of the way. ""Blow this one as an external, face alright?"" I asked Jeff who nodded as much as he could with Jake's rigid member sunk so deeply into him.  
+Jake grabbed onto Jeff's face again and started to face fuck him. I crouched down and shot a few of those and then crabbed my way closer to Jake and zoomed in and set my camera on the action setting. I waited a bit till I saw the way Jake's stomach muscles started to flex in that peculiar rhythm, his body started to shudder and cave into the bliss and then I triggered my camera which let out a burst of shutter clicks just as Jake pulled himself out of the warmth of Jeff's mouth and began to spew its pleasure over the other boy's blissful face. I let the camera go for another moment as the last spurts from Jake's cock hit lower on the boy's neck and then chest and then I clicked it again to stop it.
+I stood and shot a few more carefully framed pictures of the pearly ejaculate on Jeff's tanned skin and then I got up and moved to my collection of cards. There were still plenty of frames that could've fit on there, but I would've hated to have run out in the middle of another scene. As I was snapping in a new card, Jake had gone to my pile of neatly folded towels and tossed one over Jeff's head. ""You're a mess, you cum slut!"" he kidded. Jeff gave a nervous little giggle and then wiped Jake's leavings off of himself. I turned around after slipping in a new card and turned the camera back on and pointed the lens at Jake who was cleaning his cock with a towel. He turned towards me and put his fingers in a V and stuck his tongue through to be lewd at me. ""Stop it, Jake, you're turning me on,"" I retort after taking the shot and checking the screen to make sure it came through, which it had.
+""Hey, remind me when we're looking over the pictures to tell you about the dream I had about you,"" Jake said and he gave me a wink. ""Oh, reminds me, Jeff- er- Buckley… Buckwheat… Laura often lets me perv on my photos after the shoot if you wanna hang around and check yourself out.
+Jeff had just come from behind the towel and shook his head. ""Nah, man. I'll see 'em soon enough probably. I'm going out later, gotta skate!""
+I raised my eyebrows and made a mental note NOT to ask about the dream; especially if Jake was so eager to share. It was probably something rather debauched and I'd just get uncomfortable; which I was pretty sure was the point of the exercise. ""Righty then, Jake, I want you to push Jeff to the floor and do that skulky slithery thing and then suck him off,"" I said directly.
+The words made Jeff's eyes widen in shock at my bluntness and blush a bit. ""Aww… he's blushing, Jakey! Hah!""
+""Don't you mack on my boy, sassypants! You with your sweet talking… he's mine I tell you, all mine!"" Jake shot back as he jogged over to the boy and hugged him possessively as I rolled my eyes and dodged back behind the camera.
+""Shut up and work, sperm breath!"" I said as I started to frame the shot.
+""Just you watch me, cunt licker!"" he shot back as he did as I asked.
+He pushed Jeff back down onto the floor before he crouched himself. He had this rather cat-like crawl with an almost purring intense look that photographed brilliantly. His hips swayed very slightly as he slithered up the other boy's body, his muscles just seemed to ripple in this predatory way. Leaning down, he dragged his tongue up Jeff's inner calf up to his inner thigh till he reached the other boy's groin.
+I can't even tell you how many photographs I shot of that alone, just the movement and the grace of the boy turned sex into an organized ballet. He leaned on one hand as the other moved over the other boy's manhood. He scooped up Jeff's scrotum and leaned down to hiss him behind his sac. Slowly, he pulled each testicle in and out of his mouth as his fingers started to stroke the other boy's cock. Already it was having an effect on Jeff, and who could blame him, really? Watching it was hot enough, being on the receiving end….
+Jake's blue eyes flicked up to me as he was sucking and I shot a few photos of just that look of lust and passion. He folded himself down another level as he rested his weight on his elbows and his ass raised up into the air in perfect pale orbs. He licked up and down Jeff's shaft as he slid one hand under the other boy who raised his hips as if there would be no way to resist anything that Jake did. Quickly I shot a few photos of Jeff's pained expression, the way his face blushed and his cheek went slightly blotchy as he tried to hold on.
+I crouched down to Jeff's side and shot a few photos of his cock sliding in and out of Jake's mouth. Jake had a very animated approach to cock sucking; he didn't just suck straight up and down, his head twisted a bit. He would try his mouth in different positions and always followed it up with his hand. Jake's face contorted with concentration as he relaxed his throat, and I could hear Jeff's cooing as he undoubtedly scraped lightly at the back of the other model's throat. *click. His hips moved up again and I could see in Jake's flexing bicep and forearm that he was fingering the other boy's anus. *click.
+Jake slid back and the boy's cock fell out of his mouth with a small pop and his cock hitting his stomach was like the sound of wet meat. He pulled the Jeff's leg up and twisted him slightly so that his ass cheeks would splay open so I could get a few shots of this initial anal penetration. *click. My boy was really entirely too good to me, I didn't even have to ask. Once Jeff could be trusted to keep his leg up and in place, Jake's hand moved up to pull at his cock again as he leaned down to tongue the pulsing, wanting bunch of muscles his fingers were invading. *click.
+Jeff's body convulsed and spasmed in pleasure of the rimming as Jake's tongue smoothed and teased at the delicate nerves of his opening. *click. His fingers worked delicately on Jeff's cock, sliding in a simple rhythm although his fingers would part slightly so he could feel the ridge of each appendage as it passed. Pulling his fingers out of the other boy, he spit on his fingers and wiggled them around a bit and inserted two fingers, pressing along inside of him. *click.
+I watched through the camera lens as the two fingers turned to three, I noted Jeff's white knuckles as he gripped with terrific effort at the fabric on the floor of the studio. His jaw was set and he was so desperately trying to hold on. Jake sensed this and stopped stroking him for a moment but kept working at his anus, toying with him and widening him. Instead, Jake used his hand to stroke himself as he looked at Jeff and then smirked at me. He leaned in to whisper, ""You know, when you bend over like this, I can totally see your tits.""
+""I have to keep you boys from cumming too fast somehow, sperm breath,"" I quip back to him as I try to pull my shirt back so it won't gape open like that.
+""Maybe you should flash Buckwheat there, cunt licker,"" he taunted back and I playfully kicked out at him.
+I stood up and stepped back again as I saw Jake's expression change to lusty and tossed him a condom which he put on quickly. I shot the full frame of the boys and then as Jake started to clear his throat to let Jeff know he was going to enter him, I moved in again. First he pressed his head against the boy's wanting entrance. *click. Gently, he pressed the head of his cock in. *click. After a beat for Jeff to finally relax completely, and then he pushed himself in slowly. *click.
+Jeff reached down to stroke himself as Jake moved the other boy's legs up over his shoulders. Jake gave a few shallow strokes at first to test how well the boy could take it, I watched the stretched skin whiten and then redden a bit as he moved. *click. I nodded to Jake to go for it and he moved his hips up and back and then started to pound the boy relentlessly. I moved around the scene and Jake would adjust himself. When I wanted an overview, he moved his head back so I could catch frames of his glistening cock coming out of the willing hole and frames of it pressing back in.
+I moved behind them, lay on the floor to catch frames of Jake's balls slapping the back of Jeff's ass. Finally I moved to the side to again capture the penetration in full frame before I stepped back to see the scene as a whole. Jeff's face was indeed a bright red and his hand moved furiously over his own erection. Jake went a rather blotchy red in the face as he gasped for air and muttered his pleasure to whatever heathen or debauched god who would stop to listen to him.
+Jeff suddenly cried out, ""I…"" and I ran over to him and clicked over to my action setting and then said ""Go on…""
+After a moment I could see the ejaculate start to spurt and I pressed down on the trigger of my camera to let fly the frame captures of it. His own cum hit firstly and impressively all the way up to his neck and then gave less dramatic bursts later to lower parts of his chest and finally dribbled down to his abdomen. When he had stopped I turned the setting back off and then gave the boy a moment to recover.
+When he seemed ready and I was ready again with my setting in place I nodded to Jake who pulled out, stripped off the condom and wanked until his own leavings were doubling up the white already on the other boy's chest. I shot as much as I could, trying to catch the ejaculate spurting out of him until it slowed down and started to ooze and dribble over his hand. I stopped the constant clicking and just took a couple of shots of the spent cock and then Jake cleared his throat and pulled his fingers up to taste himself and looked at me coquettishly.
+I laughed and took a few shots like that and then moved away again. Jake slithered over Jeff and pressed his clean chest to the sperm coated one and wiggled around in it and gave Jeff one last happy parting kiss. *click. Then he peeled himself back up and I shot a few frames of both of their chests and called it a day.
+""Alright, dirty boys. Time to DNA-up my lovely towels,"" I said to them as I tossed them each another clean towel. I left them in the room alone to do what they needed to, whether that was simply to clean up or to exchange phone numbers, kisses, more blowjobs, whatever they were going to get up to while I grabbed my extra card and headed to the computer.
+I was just downloading the second card when I heard Jake say, ""Hey, it was nice working with you.""
+I stood up and handed Jeff his check in an envelope, no one needed to know who made what, it was a job after all. I let him know that he did a great job and I'd let him know if something else came up. He had done a decent job. He was no Jake, but then, nearly none of them were.
+When I came back to my desk, Jake was already there, scrolling through the photographs. ""What did you think of him?"" I asked Jake about Jeff.
+""Seems alright. He's no me.""
+""Yes, well, we can all thank the goddess for that. I'm not sure the world could handle another one of you.""
+Jake snorted and stopped here and there to admire either the photography or his own body, it was often hard to tell with him.
+""He didn't have much personality. Kind of boring. Decent fuck, though. So… you want to know about my dream?"" he asked.
+I sighed and moved to one of the squashy chairs in my office and flopped down. ""I suppose I'll endure it if you must,"" I responded to him with a smirk.
+He spun around in my black leather chair so that he could look at me. ""Well, you had a new client and this time you had to photograph yourself fucking a man. You chose me,"" he said with his eyes sparkling.
+""Ew. I hope I got paid well enough to fend off the diseases I was undoubtedly infected with!"" I protested playfully.
+""You know I'm clean, bitch!"" he said, feigning hurt. ""No, it was great… I was being you. You lay against the wall in your studio and you spread yourself wide for me and played with yourself. Your fingers were going like mad, and I was amazed. I told you that we were about to fuck and it was all your sexuality stealing camera's fault!"" he said.
+""Yeah… well.. pfft.."" I tried to sound casual and desperately thought of something else, anything else in the room to not think about those images. I was willing to do anything to not think of ripping the clothing off of Jake and forcing him to reenact the dream.
+I could tell by Jake's devious smile that his mission had been accomplished. ""Shut up, skank!"" I said to him although he hadn't said anything at all.
+""You're thinking about it, aren't you?""
+""Pfft. You wish.""
+""You want my cock, just admit it.""
+""Must everyone want to fuck you? Will you only be happy when you can tell your friends you've converted a dyke?""
+""I thought you were bisexual?""
+""Well… er.. yeah. But…"" I trailed off. But what? What was I going to end that sentence with exactly? My brain was lacking the blood it needed to quip or even respond rationally as it had all pooled much lower and my heart was knocking hard in my chest, not being helpful at all.
+""You're just too much of a professional, hm?"" he asked.
+""Yes! That's it,"" I said and then to make it seem less like I'd forgotten I said, ""And I'd appreciate it if you'd remember that before you go off telling me about your perverted and sick dreams."" Then I smirked and winked at him far more bravely than I felt.
+""Yeah well, I'm too professional, too,"" he said as he spun back around. Was that a look of hurt? No… he was just mad I didn't admit to wanting him. Just another greedy model that had to be attractive to everyone, I assured myself.
+He drummed his fingers on my desk for a moment and then said, ""Yeah, well… I've gotta go. I'll be back for that shoot on Wednesday, OK? I'll give you a call to confirm and I swear I won't be late this time.""
+I rolled my eyes, ""Yeah, I believe that. This one is with George, OK? I'll try to make sure he has some mints before you get here.""
+Jake bowed to me as if I were a diety, ""Bless you.""
+I moved passed him and handed him his check and he smiled and leaned in to kiss me and I offered him my cheek. ""Wednesday?""
+""Wednesday.""
+""Lock on your way out, k?""
+""You got it."" And my heart didn't stop pounding until after I heard his car start and then drive away."
+291,Superstitions Ch. 27,Bakeboss,Chain Stories,2010-04-09,2010-04-09,2022-01-08 03:54:03,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/superstitions-ch-27,"He wasn't superstitious, but he is now.",['Supernatural'],2.86,"As I look back, I remember it all started on a Monday. We got up late because I finally begged enough to get my girlfriend, Mandy, to give me some oral sex. While eating breakfast in such a rush I knocked over the salt reaching for the coffee. Mandy told me to take a pinch of salt and throw it over my left shoulder or I'll have bad luck. I laughed at her silliness and refused to take part in some pagan superstitious ritual. On the way to work, I noticed a girl sitting on a bus bench; it looked like she winked at me and when I turned to check on her I rear-ended some old biddy. I hopped out of the car to exchange info and to listen to her harp about all the crazy young drivers on the road today. My car was a wreck so I had to call a tow and finally by the time I thought about checking on the girl on the bench she was gone.
+Tuesday I had no car so I had to walk to work; since I had to leave early, that meant no sex from Mandy, oral or otherwise. It's not that far and I'm always saying I should walk to work anyway. As I'm walking down the street, I came to a ladder stretched across the sidewalk. It would have been no problem to go out in the street and around the ladder but I keep hearing my girlfriend blame my accident on knocking over the salt. Just to prove her wrong I walked under the ladder and I finished my walk to work saying to myself, 'see I told you so.' I got to work just in time to see my boss being hauled off in handcuffs by the feds and a big padlock going on the front door. It seems that all his cheating on his taxes finally caught up with him. Now I'm out of a job with no car and in the back of my mind I wondering if my walking under a ladder had anything to do with it. I went home hoping for maybe a little oral from Mandy but she had already left.
+On Wednesday, another day with no oral from Mandy. I'm heading to the bus stop to go to the unemployment office when I see a black cat cross my path. I still don't believe in any of this mumbo jumbo but heck, why take a chance so I turn to change my direction. As soon as I turn this kid on a bicycle comes by, knocks me over and I hit my head as I fell down. Someone called an ambulance and the paramedic thought I should be checked for a concussion. As they put me in the wagon, I notice the girl I saw on Monday was sitting at the very bench I was heading for. At least I wasn't concussed and they let me go home, as the only trauma I received was a large bill and a girlfriend that didn't feel up to sex.
+On Thursday, my girl and I got in a big fight over her refusing to give me oral and then it escalated into me not believing in her silly superstitions, in a rage, I threw my razor, breaking the mirror in our bathroom. That was the last straw for Mandy and she packed her bags and left me at once. Not wanting to press my luck, I stayed inside all day.
+On Friday I was cautious as I was becoming a believer and carefully I made my way back to the bus stop. I slipped on a wet spot on the sidewalk and fell face first in someone's lawn. I lie there thinking, I hadn't done anything to tempt the fates, and yet I still tripped and fell on my face. I looked and at the end of my nose was a four-leaf clover. I picked it and put in my pocket just as this girl came running up to ask me if I was all right. I turned over and it was the girl from the bus bench. I told her I wasn't sure, she said she just lived up the street, and that I should come to her place to let her check to see if I was hurt.
+She cleaned me up and made some coffee while I told her of my week of bad luck. She said that she felt that meeting me was good luck for her and then kissed me. She took me to her bedroom where we undressed and made love. After as we lay together entwined in each other's arms she said that her father was looking to buy the business where I had worked and that if she asked him she was sure he would make me the office manager. She then asked me if I liked oral sex and when I said; sure, she said that it would be great if she could come visit me at work and sneak under my desk to give me oral while I worked.
+Now things could not be better, my new girlfriend gives me oral sex morning noon and night. My new boss, her dad, loves that I know the company so well and has already given me another raise, which I am using to buy a new car. As for my lucky four - leaf clover, I have that locked up in a safe deposit box. I'm taking no more chances."
+292,Superstitions,Joseki Ko,Chain Stories,2004-07-06,2004-07-11,2022-01-08 03:53:48,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/superstitions-ch-08,1. Waves. 2. The Skull.,"['Board', 'Knock Door', 'Rest Day', 'Spent Rest', 'Syd', 'Watching Water', 'Wave']",3.96,"I had come along way from Phoenix Arizona to catch a wave. I was now off the coast of Hawaii in one of the local spots. I was still pretty unsure of what to do but I was going to give it a try. Finding a board had also been a slight problem. I weigh 350 pounds and almost every board in the world will not support that weight. I’d ended up having it specially made by a shaper just off the beach I was now on. I’d originally come across Syd on e-bay. I’d been doing my research and found out that I’d have to have a custom board. Syd was selling custom boards. I’d emailed my needs and Syd put those into an auction. It turned out that I wasn’t the only big guy who wanted a board. Syd had received over twenty bids for this board and the final price had been staggering. After several more auctions Syd wrote me and told me that I was being gifted with a board. Syd had made so much money with these bigger boards that they were about to become a new line.
+I gratefully accepted the board and when I asked Syd said there were conditions. I had to come to Lizard Point and pick up the board personally. I was also going to be taught how to use it. Syd gave me the date my board would be done and I dutifully got a couple weeks off from work to fly to Hawaii and learn to surf.
+It took me awhile to find Lizard point. It’s a very secret beach and most island dwellers won’t show tourists to it. I’d wasted most of a day finding it. As I parked and walked out onto the beach I was met by a welcoming crew of four surfers. I was informed that this beach was for locals only. I admit I wasn’t really paying attention and just thanked the kid for telling me. He got my attention though as his fist crashed into my face. I was more surprised than hurt. The kid only weighed about 150 and there is only so much power a featherweight can put behind a punch. I weigh in as a heavyweight and 30 seconds later I resumed my hunt for Syd’s hut.
+I found a hut a little way down the beach and there was a really beautiful Hawaiian girl waxing a board in the shade of the porch. I asked if this was Syd’s place and she looked me over carefully before telling me it was Syd’s place. I asked if Syd was home and she busted out laughing. I came to learn That while Syd was short for Sydney it was also a feminine name not just a masculine one.
+Syd showed me to a back room and told me I was welcome to stay there. I tossed my warbags down and dug out my bathing suit. After I looked like I was ready to get wet I went to find Syd and get my first lesson. I was thinking I would just go down to the water and be off but that wasn’t the way it worked. Syd dragged me out onto the beach and made me go through the motions of surfing. I ended up being glad that I did. Jumping to your feet from your belly is a lot harder when your in my weight class. It took me awhile to get it down.
+When I had mastered or at least come to grips with my board, Syd took me down to the water and had me watch how the waves came in and exactly where they broke. Some of the waves would break I the same spot time after time. I came to learn that this was caused by reefs and that these were spots to avoid. Syd had given me an old board to practice on but as I watched the watr she came out with the biggest surfboard I’d ever seen. It was done in Black and had a Purple Maltese cross in the middle. Just like I’d wanted. I spent the rest of the day watching the water and waxing my new board.
+That night I have to admit I was a little curios. After all Syd was this beautiful Hawaiian goddess who had invited a mainlander to sleep in her place. I went to bed but there was no knock on the door and no companionship all night.
+The next morning I was out early on the beach and there was Syd right behind me. She asked me what I’d learned from watching the water yesterday. I told her about the tides, the currents and eddies in the water, the brake points I’d seen and the thing about the ninth wave of each cycle seeming to be the largest. She visibly started at that one and asked me to explain myself. I grinned and told her that it might just be my imagination but it seemed to me that the ninth wave of a cycle seemed to be larger than the others.
+She explained to me that there was in fact a superstition that held that every ninth wave was bigger than the others. No real reason for it that’s just the way it worked. She seemed a little surprised that I’d seen it.
+We headed for the ocean and paddle out to where she said we should start from. I asked her to show me once what I’d be seeing from this side and in no time at all she caught a wave and was gone. She was grace in motion as she mounted that wave and took it all the way in. I’d seen her do it and knew it could be done. But I also wanted the biggest wave I could find. I started a cycle and counted. When the ninth wave came in I was paddleing for all I was worth and felt it pick me up and carry me along. I jumped up and then it hit me this was my first wave and I was surfing. I worked the wave from top to bottom, I didn’t try anything spectacular I just wanted to ride. It was glorious and as I hit the tube I felt ten feet tall and bullet proof. That feeling didn’t last as the tube collapsed on me and I was driven under the water. When I surfaced I found several people applauding me including the guy’s I’d tangled with yesterday. I found that the superstition was true it had been a monster wave and two other experienced surfers had been on that same wave and gone down before I had.
+That bought me a passport onto the beach and I spent the rest of the day having a blast and picking up tips from the other surfers. And that night there was a knock on my door and in came Syd naked as the day she was born.
+We had glorious sex there in the hut and out on the beach, and later as we cuddled I asked her why she hadn’t come to me yesterday.
+“Yesterday you weren’t a surfer.” She answered sleepily.
+I love surfing.
+
+"
+293,Superstitions,velvetpie,Chain Stories,2004-07-22,2005-02-08,2022-01-08 03:53:51,7,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/superstitions-ch-11,"1. The butterfly. 2. She knits him into her life. 3. Her pencil remembers. 4. To some, a black cat is lucky, but to others... 5. Flowers are a silly superstition, right? 6. Her wedding veil saves her life. 7. An apple brings her suitor.","['Bled Death', 'Butterfly', 'Cum Ricky', 'Dark Eyes', 'Good Fortune', 'Healing Powers', 'Mrs Nelson', 'Ricky']",3.95,"Ricky Rodriguez hurried home when he got the call. He didn't bother to warn his subordinates nor did he notify his superiors that he was leaving work. He just left. Nothing was more important than this. He drove his car like a madman and nearly bowled Mr. Valenti over on his daily walk to the local hot dog vendor. Mrs. Nelson was not pleased to see him and not pleased to have to sign for a purchase of his.
+""You should have told me that you had something coming."" His landlord shoved the box into his hands roughly and he cradled it, giving her an angry glare. ""It's not my responsibility to sign for things for tenants.""
+""Thank you, Mrs. Nelson.""
+""What's lepi ... lepi ... ""
+""Lepidoptery. The science of studying butterflies and moths.""
+""So there's something _live_ in there? Ewww!"" She gave him a hateful glare. ""I will _never_ sign for anything for you again! Next time, have your wife do it!""
+Ricky didn't hesitate for very long after she slammed the door. He took the steps two at a time, carefully juggling the precious box and trying to control his excitement. Finally, he thrust a key into the door of his fifth floor apartment and stepped inside, dropping his keys on the side table and hurrying through the living room.
+She was still there, waiting for him. His beautiful Maritza laid silently, her golden body draped in snow-white sheets and her hair arranged on the pristine pillows. His adoring eyes drifted over her perfect form, the 38C breasts, the child-bearing hips, the Ava Gardner lips ... but he overlooked the mottled purple and yellow of bruises on her jaw and arms, the black line of dried blood at the corner of her luscious mouth and the anthill-sized lump just hidden under a wing of her dark hair. He did not want to see them nor remember them. There was only now, only the future.
+He waited until the clock on the wall read 11:59. One minute till midnight and one minute until the New Year was officially crowned. With shaking hands, he slowly unwrapped the package, keeping his gaze averted until the mantel clock chimed. He took a deep breath and looked down, his breath catching at the beauty inside. The butterfly was like none he'd ever seen. The ad had said that it was only found in the darkest reaches of the Amazon jungle and possessed healing powers second to none. It was for the healing powers that he paid $5,000 for and had anxiously awaited three weeks for its arrival. On this little butterfly's powdered wings lay all of his hopes and dreams.
+He sterilized a pair of tweezers from the bathroom, cracked the protective packaging open and fished the quarter-sized insect out, holding it up to the light and gazing at the ethereal luminescence, a pearly light that seemed to emanate from the butterfly. His heart leaped in his chest as he realized that the superstition was true. If the first butterfly of the New Year that you saw was white, good fortune would follow you all year long. Whispering a silent and fervently thankful prayer to his god, he laid the insect between Maritza's perfect breasts and held his breath.
+At first, he saw no change. Her chest did not fill with oxygen nor did her sallow skin bronze with life-giving blood. And the lifeless butterfly lay still on her flawless skin.
+""Please. Please, Maritza. Come back to me.""
+As he waited, he thought back to the last time he'd seen her alive. She was so wonderful, so vibrant and beautiful. And she was so good in bed! He missed the way she used to suck his dick, on her knees wearing whore-red lipstick and how she'd ride him to climax after climax, juicing his nuts and cock with her cream. He suddenly ached to bite her coffee-dark nipples and to bury his fingers in her shaved pussy. _Oh, Maritza!_
+The butterfly moved. Ricky glared at it, wondering if he'd blinked and imagined the movement but the wings separated and flexed as the insect awoke from its slumber of death. At the same moment, Maritza's body began to stir to life. A halo of pearlescent light surrounded her body and blood suffused her golden skin, magically erasing the bruises as if they'd never existed. He reached up and pulled the covering sheet away, his mouth watering as her nipples plumped and filled and the lips of her waiting pussy pinkened.
+Finally, her dark eyes fluttered open and she smiled at the butterfly that perched on her finger, then floated upward to find a satisfactory place to rest in her lustrous hair. Ricky knelt at the side of the bed, tears streaming from his eyes as his wife sat up and turned those warm, dark eyes on him.
+""Ricky, my love. You brought me back.""
+""I love you, Mari.""
+""Then come and make love to me. Make me complete.""
+""Oh, Mari!""
+Ricky lost himself in the lusciousness of her body as he quickly stripped and sucked one of her beautiful nipples into his mouth, licking, sucking and biting until she was trembling with passion. She seemed so different. The old Maritza wouldn't have let him bite her nipples. She would have whined about the pain and then complained that he sucked too hard. His cock hardened as he teased her pencil-eraser nipples with his teeth, moaning as he drew a small amount of blood. She threw her head back and growled her pleasure, opening her legs to his assault.
+He roughly shoved his fingers into her pussy, groaning at the juice that coated his fingers. The old Maritza would have started crying by now, upset at the intrusion of his digits inside her and the roughness of his touch. He flicked her click with a finger until it stood proudly, then bent down and bit down on it. She moaned, forcing his head down into her pussy and rubbing against his nose, coming close but not yet achieving her orgasm.
+Ricky whimpered at her violent response to his roughness and pushed her backwards, stabbing his rock-hard prick into her belly. She answered, pressing her mound up into him and taking him more deeply into her. He shuddered and started slamming into her, his balls clapping against her ass with each grunt. God, this was so good! He felt his cock growing larger, responding to her thrusts and welcomed the familiar tingling that started at the base of his spine and speared its way into his heavy balls. ""Oh, baby. Mari, I'm going to cum inside you!"" Something else that the old Maritza didn't like but he made her accept his seed. It was her job as a woman.
+""I'm cumming, too, Ricky!""
+He felt her cum first. Her pussy wrapped around him and rippled around his buried shaft but ... something was wrong. Her muscles tightened, painfully clamping down on him even as he fought to erupt inside her canal and a beatific smile played upon her face. ""Maritza?""
+""You never let me cum first before, Ricky. Now, you'll always cum last.""
+Ricky Rodriguez just screamed.
+* * * * *
+The recent widow sat quietly in a kitchen chair and Mrs. Nelson lightly touched her shoulder. ""Here's your tea, dearie.""
+Maritza Rodriguez looked up with red-rimmed eyes and managed a shaky smile. ""Thank you for staying with me, Mrs. Nelson. I really appreciate it.""
+""It's not problem, dearie."" The landlord patted her hand. ""After all, it's not every day that something like this happens."" Mrs. Nelson's gaze fell upon the half-closed bedroom door and what was going on behind it.
+Two detectives and emergency personnel stood above the dead body of Ricky Rodriguez, watching as the medical examiner finished his preliminary examination of the victim.
+""He used to beat the shit out of her all the time."" One detective said to the other. ""Landlord used to call us all the time but she'd never do anything about it.""
+""Helluva way to go.""
+""But one he deserved.""
+The ME stood, motioning for his office personnel to come forward and begin taking care of the scene. ""It's natural. First I've ever seen, but it's completely natural. He ... without better words, blew his balls out and bled to death.""
+""Jesus!""
+""Well, let's go give her the news. The sooner we're out of here, the sooner she can begin a new life.""
+The detectives found Maritza and Mrs. Nelson at the kitchen table and gave the widow the news. Her husband had bled to death due to an unfortunate blood clog and as such, no charges would be filed. It took another couple of hours before Maritza was alone in the apartment that she used to share with her abusive husband. She looked down at the bed where she'd laid, dead, and plucked the suitcase she'd packed days before from the closet. Ricky had killed her when she'd told him that she was leaving. Now, she could do as she had wanted.
+Looking around, she made certain that the lights were out and that the stove burners were off before collecting the only other thing she wanted to keep from this place. The little butterfly climbed onto her finger and flitted up to her shoulder, brushing its wings against her cheek as a kiss.
+""Time to face the New Year with good fortune, eh?"" The butterfly flexed its wings in response and with a smile, Maritza shut the door behind her and headed out into the world.
+
+"
+294,Tales from Snippettsville Issue,Snippettsville Group,Chain Stories,2003-09-16,2004-11-13,2022-01-08 03:54:04,20,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/tales-from-snippettsville-issue-01,1. Short stories from a small town (four 5-minute reads). 2. Short stories from a small town (four 5-minute reads). 3. Short stories from a small town (four 5-minute reads). 4. Short stories from a small town (four 5-minute reads). 5. Short stories from a small town (four 5-minute reads). 6. Short stories from a small town (four 5-minute reads). 7. Short stories from a small town (four 5-minute reads). 8. Short stories from a small town (four 5-minute reads). 9. Short stories from a small town (four 5-minute reads) 10. Short Stories From A Small Town (4 5-minute reads). 11. Short stories from a small town (4 5-minute reads). 12. More short stories from a small town. 13. Short stories from a small town (4-5-minute reads). 14. Short stories from a small town (four 5-minute reads). 15. Short stories from small town. Four 5-minute reads. 16. Small town short stories (four 5-minute reads). 17. Short stories from a small town (four 5-minute reads). 18. Short stories from a small town (four 5-minute reads). 19. Short stories from a small town (four 5-minute reads). 20. Short stories from a small town (Four 5-minute reads).,"['Alex Kok', 'Illustratedstories Snippetsville', 'Literotica Stories', 'Memberpage Php', 'Php Uid', 'Put Gun', 'Sally Aker', 'Stories Memberpage', 'Stories Small', 'Tales Snippettsville']",4.33,"_Hello, and welcome to the first issue of **Tales from Snippettsville** , Short Stories From A Small Town._
+ __
+ _If you want to know what it's all about, go to[Snippettsville Group](http://www.literotica.com:81/stories/memberpage.php?uid=237328)_
+ _If you have any feedback, and let's face it, as writers we all love feedback, just click on the author's name, in blue at the head of their piece. If you want to make a general comment on the group, click on the group link above._
+ _ **Contents of Issue 1**    **Introducing Molly** by PierceStreet    **Kindred Cunning** by Wildsweetone    **Hannah and the Jammer** by MathGirl    **Every Cloud** by Alex de Kok_
+ _ **Illustrations**   Header Picture, (c)Couture, 2003   Footer Picture, (c)Alex de Kok, 2003_
+ _Now read on..._
+* * * * *
+ **Introducing Molly** by [PierceStreet](http://www.literotica.com:81/stories/memberpage.php?uid=56331)
+I'm not sure what is appropriate for the day after Granddad's funeral, but I suspect it shouldn't be enjoying Molly's strong legs pumping a bike, and her cute ass astride the seat.
+My family was back in Snippettsville for a few days for the funeral. I was born here 18 years ago, but we'd moved when I was seven. It was a great place to be a kid. I remember playing in the woods, and walking downtown to buy CrackerJacks. I had a freedom there I did not have when we moved to a city four hours away.
+After the funeral, my girl cousin and I were playing frisbee in the backyard to get away from the morbid feelings in the house. Molly's yard abutted my Uncle's and she wandered over and played with us for a bit. We all sat on the grass and talked. One thing led to another, and Molly invited me for a bike ride and picnic the next day, to ""take my mind off things"".
+After she left, my 16 year old cousin filled me in on her. Graduated the previous June, her boyfriend had gone off to college, but fallen in love with someone else. Molly worked at the diner in town.
+Snippettsville was having an Indian Summer that October. It was in the 90's already as I followed Molly out of town. A couple miles out, we turned onto a dirt road. We stopped at a farm pond. ""This is my grandparents farm, the house is a mile away. This is my private place.,"" she told me.
+We spread a blanket and downed the sandwiches and a beer each. Afterwards we laid and talked and became friends. She looked so cute, her shoulder length red hair, a skinny body in a thin t-shirt. Her large eyes seemed to take in everything.
+""How about a swim?"" she asked suddenly.
+""No swim suit,"" I responded.
+""I never wear a suit here."" Molly leapt to her feet, peeled off her T, and skimmed her shorts and panties down in one move. She stood there, her weight on one leg, her hand on a hip waiting for me.
+I was struck dumb. Molly in a bikini would have left me breathless. My eyes traveled down her body – she was a true redhead – and back up. I saw slight impatience in those green eyes, so I quickly stood and shed my clothes. I had a little trouble getting my underpants off my stiff cock. We jumped into the pond.
+We played for a while as kids do in water, but we weren't quite kids. She swam up to where I stood in shallow water, and wrapped her legs around me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me. We kissed again, long and hard.
+""Do you have a girlfriend?"" I shook my head no. ""I had to ask. A skank didn't ask my ex-boyfriend when she should have."" She repositioned herself on me.
+""Ever have a serious girlfriend?"" I shook my head again. ""Are you a virgin?""
+""Yes.""
+She wiggled a little. ""Do you realize where your cock is?"" She'd positioned it so my tip was at her entrance.
+""If you want to stop being a virgin, pull me closer.""
+I did.
+I lasted longer later, back on the blanket. And longer still the next time.
+""My parents are coming back to settle the estate in a couple weeks.""
+""I don't want a boyfriend,"" she said dashing my hope. ""I do want another afternoon like this with you, though. Hurry back.""
+* * * * *
+ **Kindred Cunning** by [wildsweetone](http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=82639)
+Roger peered through the rain and smeared grease on his windscreen at the blurred lights glimmering through the windows of the diner. The hot food he'd bought for their dinner steamed up the inside of his truck windows. Darkness from the thunderstorm had fallen quickly tonight.
+He turned the key in his truck, listening as the engine coughed into asthmatic life, then drove off splattering mud over the sidewalk. Punching the 'on' button of his radio with a clean finger, he grinned as his baritone rang out the sounds of Michael Bolton's 'Can I touch you there?'
+""Baby, tell me what you feel…"" the lumberjack in his plaid shirt turned down his driveway recalling the special moments he'd spent with Samantha last summer, the moments when she'd gone from virgin to woman in one swoop.
+Now, squinting through the unclear windscreen, he slammed on the brakes stopping barely a foot from a drenched Maggie. She looked like she'd been standing in his driveway waiting for several hours. Her glossy locks were plastered to her head. In the headlights, she looked remarkably like she was pointing a shotgun directly at his face.
+""Holy shit!"" He ducked down behind the dashboard shouting, ""Maggie, Maggie honey! It's me! What's wrong? Put the gun down baby.""
+""I'll put this gun down when you understand, Roger. Get out of the truck.""
+""Maggie, please honey. What's this all about?""
+""Just shut up and walk."" She prodded him ahead.
+""Okay, Okay! I'm walking. See. Put the gun down honey. It'll go off if you're not careful.""
+Pushing him in the back again she ordered, ""Move buster. Get up them stairs.""
+Without looking back, he walked ahead of her. Water streamed from their bodies hitting the floor with loud plops as they made their way up the stairs.
+""In there.""
+""But Maggie...""
+""Do as you're told for once in your life damnit."" The gun clicked. He walked quickly into the dark room.
+""Sit on the chair."" He did as she bid.
+""Don't move or I'll blast your ears off.""
+""Maggie. Please, can't we talk about this?""
+""There's nothing to discuss. Now shut the hell up."" She covered his eyes with some rough material. Blinded, he listened to her grunt as she climbed off the bed, then felt her hands tug his as she tied each hand to the arms of the chair.
+""Maggie, this is insane… Plmmmuuggshhhh,"" he garbled as she stuffed his mouth with sweetly scented material. ""Mmmaagggglmmmgg!""
+Ignoring him, she unbuttoned his wet shirt, then undid the button and zip of his jeans. Reaching inside with her hand, she smiled at his groan when she gripped him firmly.
+As Maggie stroked, his moans intensified and he struggled to lift his hands. His groans spurred her on, stroking faster, then so slowly her hands had almost stopped. His grunts were moments of frustrated pain mingled with pleasure.
+She knelt in front of him and took him into her mouth. He jerked in the chair.
+""Sit still Roger. Let me finish.""
+""Nmegghhh.""
+""I know, honey. I know how much you love me doing this. I remember.""
+Unable to control himself he felt his cock expanding in her mouth, her little teeth nibbling gently and her tongue working magical charms around and around his throbbing head. He exploded in her mouth then endured listening to her slurping and sucking him clean.
+""There now. Doesn't that feel better Roger?""
+""Shhhmnktt.""
+""Oh. Wait up."" She stood then took her makeshift panty gag from his mouth. ""What was that?""
+""Maggie you shouldn't have done that. You're my sister for heavens sake!""
+* * * * *
+ **Hannah and the Jammer** by [MathGirl](http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=139439)
+Hannah had been without a lover for almost a year, since the abrupt departure of one Orville J. 'Jammer' Gillette. Mr Gillette had been assistant football coach at Snippettsville High until he was discovered in flagrante delicto buggering a sophomore place kicker in the locker room after practice.
+Gillette had been arrested, and several other present and former Snippettsville High students had come forward and told the cops of past experiences with their coach. During the police investigation, a search of Gillette's apartment turned up an extensive feminine wardrobe, complete with lacy undergarments and sheer nighties, in the Jammer's size. Of particular interest was a pair of chic black platform shoes with ankle straps and five- inch stiletto heels in size 12 EEE. Also found were assorted whips, ropes, and handcuffs used for indoor sporting events.
+The most damning evidence uncovered was a collection of Polaroid photographs of Mr Gillette, clad only in crotchless panty hose, on either the giving or receiving end of a vigorous cornholing. One of the pictures showed a menage a trois in which he was both buggerer and buggeree. In another team event photo, the Jammer was the central figure in a daisy chain with all six members of the previous season's defensive backfield (linebackers included). The coach had indeed established a close, personal relationship with his student athletes. The opened case of hospital size jars of Vaseline and the enema bags the cops found were not introduced into evidence at the trial.
+Gillette was subsequently charged with multiple counts of sex with a minor, sodomy, and various other morals raps. In a plea bargain, the Jammer's lawyer got the sodomy ....... um ...... beef reduced to following too close, but he was convicted of the other felonies and awarded a dime stretch at the state prison. Since he had been a rather indifferent lover, Hannah had been under the impression that Orville didn't care much for sex. She was understandably shocked when his escapades while swinging from the other side of the plate became public knowledge.
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+ **Every Cloud** by [Alex de Kok](http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1429)
+""Goddammittohell!"" He sat back and glared at the computer screen in frustration. Black and lifeless, it gave a dull reflection of his frustrated face. Nothing more. There was power, because the monitor ready-light glowed redly. He stood and checked all of the cables. Nothing. Inspiration dawned and he rifled through the papers in his desk drawer. Yes! On-site service. He reached for the phone….
+Sitting in Hannah's diner two hours later, he looked out into the rain again. Because of the difficulty involved in a stranger actually finding his home, he'd arranged to meet the service engineer at the diner. The computer people hadn't been able to give an exact time, saying only that it would be 'after four, but certainly before six'. He glanced up. Molly, Hannah's young waitress, stood with the coffee jug.
+""Refill, Jack?""
+""Please."" Molly was looking over his shoulder and he glanced out to see a station wagon pull into the parking lot. The driver got out and he sat back, disappointed. She came into the diner and Molly made her way over. He couldn't hear what was said but Molly pointed and the woman came over to him.
+""Mr. Shaw. Jack Shaw?""
+""Yes?""
+""Hi. I'm Sally Aker, service engineer for Ace Computers. I understand you have a problem?""
+Surprised, but not showing it, Jack stood. ""Great! I asked to meet you here as my place is tricky to find. If you'd follow me, it's about five minutes drive.""
+Sally Aker smiled. ""Lead on, Mr. Shaw.""
+Ten minutes later the cover was off his PC and Sally was probing inside. She turned to him. ""Seems okay. It may be the monitor so I'll get my test set out of the car.""
+Sally connected the test monitor and rebooted Jack's PC. ""What were you using last?""
+""Word.""
+""Right, let's see if that comes up okay…, yes, that looks good. Ah! It wants to load a partially-completed file. Okay, let's see….""
+Jack felt his face go red as his latest opus came up on the screen. 'I forgot I was working on that,' he thought. ""Um, just move on to your tests if you want.""
+She gestured vaguely. ""It's okay, this is fine for a test.""
+""It's not finished…""
+""I can see _that_ , but it's good."" She looked round at him, a slight smile on her lips, a sparkle in her eye. ""Are _you_ Alex de Kok?""
+Jack avoided her eyes. ""Um, yes, I guess I am.""
+""Great! I've read all of your work on Literotica,"" Sally said. ""You left some gaping holes in your 'Aunt Ellen' stories. _Surely_ you're going to write some more?""
+""Well, yeah, one day."" Relief went through him. At least Sally Aker seemed to be a fan of his writing. ""I've been told I need to write a sequel to 'Goody- Two-Shoes' as well.""
+""Yes! I _have_ to know what happens to that odious Tony!""
+Jack laughed. ""Okay, maybe one day I will."" He gestured. ""Want a coffee?""
+""Please. You're my last call today. Can I stay and talk about writing for a while?""
+""Only if you'll stay to dinner."" Jack laughed. ""Actually I was planning on eating at Hannah's. Will you join me?""
+""Yes, please."" She grimaced. ""I've been trying to get up the nerve to submit one of my own stories to Literotica.""
+""You should. What about?""
+Sally smoothed her sweatshirt down over the swell of her breasts and licked her lips. She looked Jack in the eye. ""I haven't actually finished it yet. I need to do some research. It's about a PC repair girl who seduces one of her customers.""
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+ _Feedback is welcomed_
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+295,Talisman Ch. 1: Tallus Hostilus Ursus,KillerMuffin,Chain Stories,2002-06-14,2002-06-14,2022-01-08 03:54:19,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/talisman-ch-1-tallus-hostilus-ursus,Roman soldiers finds the Talisman at Hadrian's Wall.,"['Back Rome', 'Bared Teeth', 'Fine Man', 'Finger Clitoris', 'Flash Red', 'Giving Back', 'Hilt Sword', 'Hips Surged', 'Ivory Medallion', 'Smooth Stone']",4.58,"**[Please Click Here to Read The Chain Story Introduction& Outline Provided by Judo](http://www.literotica.com/chain/talisman/talisman.htm)**
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+He slid a palm over a smooth stone shaped like a woman’s rear. His fingers slipped into the crack and tested the drying mortar. He tensed, shoving into the rock, but felt no give to it. Stepping away, he judged the angle of the wall to be true. He couldn’t keep himself from laying his hands on the stone again. He traced his fingers over the newly created part and stared down the rolling length of wall. It was real, tactile. It was solid and strong. Nothing could breech it. The sense of urgency to complete this wall was briefly replaced with the relief that it existed.
+“A good day’s work. Dismiss the men, salarius.”
+He ignored the salarius, a salaried non-commissioned officer, dismissing the men in favor of their completed efforts. Their mad rush to an evening's libation at the fort didn't distract him.
+Some called it folly. There were whisperings that Hadrian had lost his nerve against the Celtic barbarians. Tallus knew, however, that they were wrong. There was nothing so important as this wall.
+“Praefectus Ursus.”
+Glaring, he turned on the man who dared interrupt him. His clerk, an immune, scurried up the hill toward him. Paullus was innured to his moods, the immune had been with him since he'd left Rome.
+“Praefectus, there is a messenger waiting in your quarters. He has come directly from Rome.”
+“From Rome? What does Rome want with us?”
+“I don’t know, but he says that he has come from Caesar.”
+“ _Caesar? Here?_ “ Tallus pivoted, his red cloak snapping behind him. Another thought, this one more disturbing, struck him. “Where is Brigid?”
+“Ah, she hasn’t returned from the Brigantes camp yet. Do you wish me to send the guard for her?”
+“No.” He strode toward his quarters, his mind racing. What would Caesar want with the Sixth Victrix?
+“Sir. There is something you should know.”
+“What is it, Paullus?”
+“The messenger, sir. It’s Gaius.”
+Tallus froze for a moment, shock icing his nerves. No. It couldn’t be that.
+The braziers in his rooms had already been attended to. His evening meal was laid among the papers of his desk, enough for two men, and none of the servants were in sight. He cast an eye toward his bedroom, expecting to hear a fiery demand from Brigid, but she was mercifully absent. She was nagging enough without being privy to this. Gaius was leaning against the hearth, brooding into the fire.
+Tallus paused a moment, then ignored the younger man and crossed to his desk. He poured himself a hefty measure of wine and gnawed on his bread.
+“Tallus Hostilus Ursus.” The voice was soft and full of hostility. “Legendary Praefectus of the Legio Sextae Victrix. Conqueror of the Germanics and builder of the great wall.”
+He took a sip of wine and narrowed his eyes.
+“No where in your pedigree does it mention father.”
+“No, it doesn’t.”
+Gaius glanced over his shoulder for a moment, his dark eyes shining with hatred in the firelight. “You are quite the warrior, Ursus.”
+“You didn’t come here to compliment me on my fighting skill.”
+“Of course not. I came to see what a coward looks like.”
+Tallus surged to his feet, his hand clamping in the hilt of his sword. The cords on his neck stood out as he forced himself to remain where he was. “I am no coward, boy.”
+“My father was fat and slow. Yet you refused to fight him.”
+“I was exiled to the Victrix and well you know it.”
+“You refused to stay and fight. You let a fat Bacchanalian defeat you without even a whimper.”
+Tallus hissed a curse under his breath. He should have expected this. “If that is what you wish to believe, then so be it.”
+Gaius stormed away from the hearth. “What else am I to believe? The man never let me forget that I wasn’t his, that I wasn’t ever his son.”
+“What else did he tell you?”
+“Nothing. He would tell me nothing. His secretary told me last winter. I had to find out that my real father was alive and well. That he was a great warrior. That he had left before I was born and never looked back.”
+Tallus sat down and sighed. “What did your _mother_ tell you?”
+“She finally told me the truth, old man. She finally told me that you left Rome when she told you that she was pregnant and that you never returned.”
+“That _bitch!_ “ Tallus wanted to put his fist through the desk. It had been more than twenty years and still the betrayal felt as new as if it had just happened.
+The blow took him by surprise and his head rocked to the side under the force of it. His body reacted with battle hardened instinct and years of muscle honed by fighting. He sent Gaius flying across the room. His hand went again to the hilt of his sword again, but only the sheer force of will kept him from using it.
+Gaius picked himself off the floor slowly. He shook his head and rubbed his jaw, new respect dawning in his eyes.
+“If you have nothing further to say, boy, get out.”
+“Hadrian is dead.”
+“I knew that.”
+“Antonius Caesar has decided that Hadrian’s Wall is not necessary. The Sixth is to move to the river these savages call Clyde.”
+“No!”
+Gaius bared his teeth in a mocking grin. “Oh yes. Maybe you’ll have the decency to get yourself killed in glorious battle for the empire. _Father._ “
+“Is that all?” Tallus rubbed his temples and felt every one of his years beating on him. Was there never any respite?
+The boy’s smirk faded, replaced with a momentary fragile confusion, and then his expression hardened again. “The orders are on your desk, Praefectus.”
+Gaius swept through the door and the long-cherished fantasy of a joyful reunion of father and son finally died a short and painful death. Tallus had thought the betrayal of his long ago lover was the worst thing he would ever endure. This was much worse. He put his palms to his stinging eyes and tried to gather his thoughts.
+“I did not know you had a son, Beithir.”
+He jerked, surprised for the second time that night. Brigid leaned against the threshold to his sleeping area. He turned his attention to the paper on his desk. Carefully, he broke the seal and unrolled it. The standard greetings gave way to the specifics. The Sixth were to leave behind a small contingent to guard their bastion at Eboracum and move north to the river Clyde to entrench. There work on a new wall would commence. Hadrian’s Wall was to be abandoned.
+He ignored the burning knot in his chest and opened a piece of fresh parchment.
+“Beithir.”
+He dipped his stylus into the inkpot.
+“I will not be ignored, Roman.”
+He wanted to shred the missive from Rome. Perhaps destroy his desk. He felt as if he could single-handedly take all of Britannia. The white of her linen gown nudged into his peripheral vision. His guts roiled with mingled rage and something he couldn’t identify. His stylus skittered across the parchment.
+“Roman!”
+He refused to remove his attention from his work.
+She twined her fingers in his hair and jerked his head back. Her furious eyes clashed with his, making it all that more difficult to keep from hurting her. “I asked you a question, Roman. I expect an answer.”
+“I owe you nothing. Begone, I have work to do.”
+“Nothing! I am entitled to--”
+“You’re my whore, Brigid. You’re entitled to my cock and nothing else. Leave.”
+“Wh--!”
+Unlike his son, Brigid hit like a seasoned warrior. Her fist, unexpected as it was, nearly knocked him out of his chair.
+“I am no man’s whore!” Her bellow echoed through the compound.
+He caught the trailing edge of her fiery red hair and twisted his fist into it. He kicked the chair back and dragged her into the other room. She grabbed his arm, kicking at his legs. He threw her bodily onto his bed and ripped off his cloak. She bounced up, fists swinging. He ducked one, caught the other on his upper arm, and tore her gown. Legs flying, she fell onto her back with an angry grunt. He planted a hand on her chest and jerked at the stays to his armor. Screaming incoherently, she kicked at him, glancing a few blows off his thighs and one to his belly. By the gods, he’d forgotten how strong she was. She bared her teeth and went for his arm in an echo of their first meeting. This time he didn’t slap her as he had then.
+Instead, he pinned her down with his body and crushed her mouth with his. She bit at him, beating at his back and shoulders with her fists. He ignored them and forced her legs apart. He shredded the cloth that stood in his way and pressed his cock to her. She curved her fingers into claws and went for his eyes. Grabbing her wrists, he shoved them above her head and thrust himself heavily into her. She trashed under him, bucking like a wild horse.
+He penetrated her fully, uncaring of his leather armor and her deceptively delicate skin. The throbbing of his heart was as furious as the heat in her tight sex. She jerked an arm free and slammed her fist into his ear. The pain rang through his head and he reared up, roaring. She glared at him, her eyes as enraged as he felt. If he put himself close enough she would sink her teeth into him. He pounded into her, his cock ready to explode. If he could do nothing else, he would master her. Break her.
+   Every muscle in his body tensed under the pressure of forcing his will on her. She quit fighting him then. Her body relaxed, accepting him on top of her. Her eyes, cold as the lights in the far northern sky, finally closed. He shuddered, feeling the power coursing through him to his sac, and emptied his seed into her.
+The aftermath of orgasm brought with it merciless conscience.
+Brigid turned her head away from him, denying him as much as was possible considering that they were joined. His cock shriveled and he slowly disengaged from her. He righted his armor and tried to think of what to say, but nothing came to mind. Usually Brigid spoke enough for the both of them while they lay curled together until Somnus took them. This time she didn’t move.
+Gently, he arranged the ruined linen around her legs. A pent up breath exploded from her and she sucked in a new one, her body shuddering under the force of restraint. He tugged on her chin until he could see her unnaturally pale face. Her reddish lashes were dusted with diamond clear tears while her jaw clenched under his fingers. He let her go to see her jerk her face away from him. She quivered, swallowing another long, shuddery breath. It was like a fist to his gut.
+“Brigid . . .”
+She twisted onto her side, giving him her back, and curled into a ball. A whimper escaped her tightly sealed lips. The odd thought struck him. She never cried like the women he knew. They never seemed to mind if he witnessed it; they seemed to relish his guilt. Brigid never wanted him there. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came to mind. He snapped his cloak in place and left her instead.
+He went to his wall. The wall had never betrayed him, had never been betrayed by him, had never been exposed to emotion enough to choke a man. The wall simply stood, a bastion against the insane forces of an enemy that never fought with honor. Headhunters and assassins, they hid in the trees and attacked the unsuspecting counting any death as an honorable one. This wall kept them at bay, secured his men from sneak attacks, and preserved a measure of peace. He touched the cool stone and waited for the solace it always brought.
+There was none. Nothing but abandonment and betrayal. His, hers, the wall’s.
+With a curse, he stormed toward the fort. He skirted the barracks and stomped past the armory. The men had erected a temple to Mars, one to Jupiter, and one to Venus. He stopped at that one. Venus? He hadn’t been informed of this temple. It wasn’t much, just a statue of Venus set into a niche in the outer wall of the fort. There was an awning for cover and a fire next to her feet. His mind flashed to a brief picture of Brigid curled up in his bed, weeping. Rather than move on, he stepped into the tiny temple.
+Years ago he had walked into the majestic temple of Venus in Rome. It had been full of clean columns, fountains, and people. The central statue had been carved of the purest marble and featured a larger than life Goddess. This one had a crude wooden statue, one candle, and woven grass mat for the supplicant. Then he had prayed for a burning love to last forever. Now, he didn’t quite know what he was doing. He thought again of Brigid.
+“Do you wish a charm to find a lady’s favor, centurion?” The interloper stepped into the ring of candlelight and placed a small bowl of oil next to the Goddess’s feet. He could see nothing but dark robes and black hair.
+“Who are you?”
+“I tend this temple to the Goddess. There is a need for love even here at the ends of the earth.”
+“You are a Roman?”
+“I am sworn to the Goddess. Perhaps you have chosen her and would like a token to get your lady love’s regard?”
+“There is nothing that will return her regard.”
+“The Goddess may grant you a reprieve. All you must do is ask.”
+“This is nonsense.” He shook his head to clear it. He was a warrior, not some lovestruck swain. “The only God there is for me is Mars. Under him I find my destiny.”
+“Destiny is it, Ursus? You have spent too much time attempting to create your own destiny. Fate comes from the Gods, not from machinations of man.”
+“Machinations. You know nothing of machinations. A man’s destiny is found in his sword arm and in his orders.”
+The woman dug around in her robes a moment then pressed something warm into his hand. “Take this, then, warrior. Where ever your orders lead you, may the Goddess protect you as she can.”
+He caught her hand. “I don’t need this.”
+“Perhaps not, but there are those of us who rely on your strength to keep us safe. If not for yourself, then take it for the ones who need you.” She backed a step, into the shadows. “You don’t come round often enough, centurion. The Goddess is always pleased to see you.”
+He squeezed the thing in his hand and stared at the darkness the priestess had vanished into. He grunted and looked at the wooden Goddess of Love before inspecting her token.
+A warm ivory medallion covered a small part of his palm. It was a clear piece of ivory, vaguely colored with age. A female form that he didn’t recognize winked at him. An incarnation of Venus, perhaps, but not like any he’d ever seen. Her eyes were alien and so was her dress. The gold chain spilled along his fingers. He’d never seen the like; it had no links, only woven gold like fine linen. He lifted the necklace to set it onto the shelf by the statue’s feet, but didn’t. Perhaps he could give it to Brigid.
+Brigid.
+He twisted the pendant in his palm. There was only one thing she wanted from him. It wasn’t a bauble from a street priestess. He looked off in the direction of his wall. He had sworn to her that he’d never give it to her, what she craved. He slipped the chain over his neck in resignation. Now he would.
+She was still in his bed when he returned. Her torn gown had been replaced with a fresh one, the one he’d ruined still smoldered in the brazier. Asleep she looked like one of Vesta’s virgins. Pure and innocent. There had been times when he’d done nothing but watch her sleep and found it peaceful. Awake she was anything but. The fire that burnished her hair golden red burned through everything she did.
+Guilt sliced through him and he couldn’t put it off.
+“Brigid.”
+He poured himself a measure of wine.
+“Brigid, wake up.”
+“Go away, Roman. I have suffered you enough for one night.” She rolled over and snuggled into the blankets.
+“Get up, woman. I have a gift for you.”
+“I don’t want your gifts, Roman.”
+“You will want this one.” He sat on the corner of his bed and stared at floor. He felt her shifting.
+“I don’t want your apologies or trinkets either.”
+“I am giving you your freedom. I will have Paullus see that you get home at first light or as soon as you are ready.”
+Her laughter, harsh and humorless, wasn’t what he expected. “Too late, Roman.”
+“I am not asking your forgiveness, woman. I am granting you what you’ve asked for.”
+“That isn’t what I mean, clod. It is too late. I can‘t go home There is none for me to go back to.”
+“What? This attack on your people will be--” He surged to his feet and faced her, prepared for battle.
+“They weren’t attacked, Roman.”
+“Then what is wrong?”
+“I am exiled.” Her eyes slanted to meet his. “Like you.”
+He fought off the urge to wrap himself around her and make tendersweet love to her until she smiled at him. “I will not tolerate this.”
+“You have no choice.”
+“I am the law here, Brigid. I will help you.”
+“I am pregnant, Roman.” She laughed again, this time bitterly. “My father demanded revenge. I would not let him kill you. For this, I was exiled. The jest is on me, isn’t it?”
+“A child?” He felt as if he’d been through a skirmish. His heart was racing and he couldn’t breathe. “I am to be a father?”
+“No, you‘re not. My daughter will have a father who loves her or none at all.”
+“I will be a good father.”
+“Like you are to your son? I saw how you behaved toward him.”
+He ground his teeth in frustration. The truth was that he had never been a good father. “I don’t see how you have a choice, Brigid. You have no place else.”
+“You’re leaving for the north country soon. I am not going with you.”
+“Of course not, it’s too dangerous. You will come when it is safe for you to be there. I won’t have you or our son hurt.” Protective instincts that he never knew existed rose up inside of him. He could almost see her with their little boy, her stomach expanding with another one.
+“I’m nothing but your whore, Roman. I will remain here. Perhaps ply my trade.”
+“No!” His roar took them both by surprise. Clenching his hand on the ivory medallion, he lowered his voice. “No. You aren’t my whore, you’re my woman and mine only. What I said earlier, I should not have. I am sorry.”
+He shoved both hands through his hair. That wasn’t what he had intended to say. He wanted to snatch the words back, but it was too late. He wasn’t a man who apologized, such things were women’s weakness. He sought the words that would lessen the others, to blunt their sharpness, but nothing came to mind.
+“Sorry, aye, you’re a sorry man, Beithir.” She sighed an echo of bone weariness.
+“We will discuss this tomorrow,” he said stonily.
+She cast her eyes at him obliquely, touching the medallion then measuring him in some witchy Celtic way no doubt. “It is late. Come to bed.”
+He opened his mouth to tell her exactly who gave the orders, but she pressed her fingers to his lips and he let her silence him. Her fingers worked the stays to his armor, sometimes clashing with his as he helped her. She kissed his naked shoulder in muted acceptance and a tight knot inside of him unwound itself. A little fear, so foreign after twenty years, let itself go.
+To say anything would be to shame himself, something he had vowed to never do again. Instead, he took her into his arms and held her fiercely. Her heart pounded against his. Between them the ivory medallion burned like Vulcan’s forge. She reached up and touched his face with her long fingers, her eyes full of some female emotion that he refused to identify. He took a deep breath and thought of the wall. His chest hardened comfortably once again, making it a simpler task to close his eyes. The faint, unexpected guilt was easy to ignore.
+He pressed his lips to hers, to see if she would bite him or relent. She opened her mouth and let him inside. His tongue swept across her teeth to mate with hers. The heat was like nothing he’d ever felt before. It both burned and beguiled him. He sucked at her tongue, drawing it into his mouth, and tasted her inner fire. She arched into him, rubbing her body against his and spreading the blaze through the rest of his body.  
+For the second time he ripped her gown from her body. This time she helped him strip it from her, as if she couldn’t bear to have anything between them either. He tumbled her onto her back, following her into the blankets. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him down for another searing kiss. He gave into her mouth, letting her have her way, and sent his fingers down the smooth lines of her body to the fiery wet curls between her legs.
+She spread her thighs, lifting herself against his hand, and tried to pull him into her. He groaned into her mouth, the urge to penetrate her almost unbearable. The only thing stronger was the need to taste her a little more.
+She tried to pull him back to her mouth when he licked along her jaw to nibble at her throat. With both hands, he plucked at her nipples. She shivered, gasping. He took one in his mouth, lashing at the hardened nub with his tongue before sucking on it.
+   The musky taste of her sex filled his mouth. He’d never tasted a woman’s juice before, had never desired to. It was an almost unheard of deviance that was looked down upon. She tasted like the smelled, earthy and intoxicating. He dipped his fingers into her nether lips again, then painted the other nipple with it. He licked the wetness off and only wanted more.
+He rose, spreading her legs wider, and looked down at her. The red hair between her thighs gleamed wetly in the lamplight and the scent of her filled his nostrils. He licked his lips and watched her smile at him. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her gently rounded belly, to his child. She slid her hand into his hair, smoothing his scalp with long strokes of her nails.
+Settling between her legs, he pressed a kiss to the top of her sex.
+“Beithir! No!” She tugged at his hair. “What are you doing.”
+“Hush, Brigid.” He licked at her nether lips.
+“Have you lost your mind, Roman? Stop it at once!”
+He must have. He could think of no other reason for what he was doing. His tongue glided over her lips again, lapping up her wetness, and he no longer cared. She tasted like burnished fire and he wanted more of it. He parted the lips with his fingers and licked at the source. She gasped, her hips jerking, and nearly jerked out fistfuls of his hair. So she liked this as well as he liked her mouth on him.
+He ran his tongue over every bit of flesh he could reach, inside and out. He sucked one lip into his mouth, and then the other one. The more he tasted the juicier she got. He pulled back a little and spread her open. He had never actually seen a woman’s vagina this closely. He knew what it was like in general. There was a hole guarded by lips and hair. At the top was the clitoris. Hers was a shiny pink nub no bigger than the blunt end of his stylus. Rubbing it with his finger while he rode her never failed to bring her to climax.
+She jerked as if struck by lightning when he swiped it with his tongue. He did it again, enjoying the sound of her panting cries. He tested her clitoris with sharp touches, gentle caresses, and varied the speed of his licks. He knew what pleased her most not only by her breathing, but as if someone where whispering it in his ear. Lick her here, like that, harder, faster, gently.
+He slid two fingers into her while lashing her clitoris with the tip of his tongue and he knew that it would make her body erupt with sensation even before he did it. He pressed upwards and found a spot that he could almost feel within his own body.
+Coupled with the unrelenting tongue on her clitoris, she couldn’t resist the tide of pleasure. Her hips surged upwards, forcing her sex harder onto his mouth, and her low scream echoed through the room. She pleaded with him, begged for him to take her, but wouldn’t stop pulling his face into her.
+He couldn’t wait another moment. He threw her ankles over his shoulders and pressed the head of his cock to her still throbbing sex. Finding the entrance, he sank inside. She was like hot oil and a tight fist. Her orgasm turned her into a rhythmically clenching sheath, one that sucked at his cock like a mouth. He withdrew and then thrust himself deep inside again, seating himself almost fully. He did it again, and then again until she held all of him.
+He had been fucking her for nearly two years and he had never felt her this way. She was liquid fire and he would never get enough of it. He pulled back, the head of his cock rasping against the heated walls of her sex made him grit his teeth to keep from shooting his seed. He wasn’t ready for that, he wanted more. His head pounded from the want.
+Putting his hands on the bed on either side of her, he rocked into the cradle of her hips. The tightness and the heat stole his breath. He knew he wouldn’t last long.
+“Breithir,” she hissed. He could barely hear her over his own breathing. “Breithir.”
+Orgasm slammed into him, starting with the tips of his toes and the top of his head, then exploding though him and into her. His eyes rolled into his head and his roar shook the walls.
+He knew he said something, but he couldn’t grasp the words. He fell down beside her on the bed, her fingers in his sweaty hair, too content to tell where she ended and he began. Asleep before she could speak.
+Before the sun set the next day, he climbed the hill to the end of the wall. The men were working to cap it, create an end that could stand forever or could be torn down to continue the work on the wall. The salarius acknowledged his presence. He put his hand on the wall, the smooth stone seeping peace into him as it always did. Even though they were leaving it behind, the wall was forever. A brief thought of Brigid and her fire flashed through him, but the wall still remained, still kept safe.
+“So this is the wall you don’t want to give up, Ursus.���
+He ignored Gaius and went to inspect the new work. He took his time.
+“I am speaking to you, Praefectus. I will not be ignored by the likes of you.”
+“A good day’s work, salarius. Dismiss the men.”
+The salarius eyed the two men who looked so much alike, but did as bid without comment. Tallus ignored the rustling of the men as they left for the fort. Instead he traced his fingers along the drying mortar.
+“Why did you leave?”
+“Ask your mother.”
+“I did.”
+“Then why are you here?”
+“I don--” Gaius cut himself off. “I want your version.”
+“I was exiled, leave it at that.”
+Gaius hissed something. “My mother is a fine and noble woman.”
+“Your mother is a bitch.”
+“Damn you! She’s my mother!”
+Tallus took a deep breath and put his hand on the wall. “It’s all very simple, boy. Your mother married a man with wealth and power. A man who never touched her. Not even to have children. She used me to get you. When she was finished with me she had me exiled.”
+“Why? Why would she do such a thing?”
+He curled his fingers into the stone and took a steadying breath. “I am not interested in your mother.”
+“There is talk in the Senate.”
+“That is all the Senate does. I have work to do.”
+“Corruption and my grandfather. He has power and some wish to depose him. There is talk of bringing you back to Rome.”
+Tallus froze. “Is that why you’re here, to bring me back to Rome?”
+“I want the truth.”
+“What truth? The truth is that I am as far away from Rome as I can get and I intend to keep it that way.” He gripped a jutting rock and fought for control. “I don’t care what happens in the Senate.”
+“Did my grandfather do what they say he did?”
+Tallus eyed the boy who looked so much like himself. “I left that behind when I left Rome.”
+“But--”
+“Go home, boy.” He kept his mind firmly on the problem of the edge of the wall. The smooth stone brought him a sense of relief. “I have more important things to do.”
+He left his son standing by his wall and didn’t look back.
+Brigid was in the bath when he returned. He sat at his desk and did a little work while waiting for her to finish. He intended to bury himself in her and then go to sleep. What had happened last night was--
+It was an aberration that would not happen again. He twisted the ivory medallion in his fingers. Everything had an exactly place in his life and everything would stay that way.
+She came from the other room and sat in front of the fire, drying her hair. He watched her sway with each stroke of her comb. He had always thought of her as returning to her people after he left the area. He had no interest in common law weddings any more than he had interest in camp followers. Brigid was now in his life forever. That thought didn’t panic him nearly as much as he thought it would.
+Smiling, she crossed to the doorway to his bed. “It is late, Beithir, come to bed now.”
+Without a second thought, he followed her.
+She helped him remove his garments, then reached for the medallion to tug it off. Irritated, he pushed her hand away. “No, leave it.”
+“What is it?”
+“A gift from Venus.”
+“Your goddess of love.”
+He didn’t care for _that_ tone in her voice. “We’re going north, it’s to keep me safe.”
+“Oh.” She rolled onto her side, giving him her back.
+He snuggled against her and nibbled on her neck. She relaxed and let him do what he wanted to. He lifted her leg and slid his fingers into her. She was warm, but only a little moist. Lazily, he played with her, coaxing more and more wetness from within. He was in no hurry, he felt oddly content to simply lay there and tease the skin of her neck and shoulders.
+Her nether lips parted easily beneath his fingers and the deeper heat drew him farther inside. She moaned and leaned more fully against him, spreading her legs wider. It was odd that he’d never noticed how incredibly gratifying it was to bring her such pleasure. He pulled a wet finger through her clingy, lower lips to her clitoris. Using slow, gentle circles, he drew it out from its hiding spot.
+He licked her just below the ear and slid his finger inside for more of her juice. She moaned, long and breathy, when he found her erect little clitoris again. Her hips danced with his hand, imitating the circle and sway of his finger. Her sweet butt teased his cock with every brush against him.
+He sank his teeth delicately into her neck, reached between them, and arranged his cock against her. They both moaned when he pressed forward, his shaft burrowing through her lips to slide just a little inside. He found her clitoris with his fingers again and returned to the slow teasing.
+Gritting his teeth, he resisted the urge to force his way into her. Every flick of his finger on her clitoris set her hips to writhing with it. The wiggles and jerks worked the very head of his cock across the entrance of her sex. Sometimes she would take him deeper, swallowing nearly half of him, and sometimes he would slide past his own fingers. It was too good to stop and almost too painful to continue.
+She shifted her body, taking a good portion of him inside. He tugged gently on her clitoris, then rubbed it with his thumb. Her hands went to her own breasts, pulling on the nipples as he’d done last night. His cock throbbed at the sight. She’d never done that before and he intended to see that she did it again.
+He used his finger again, this time quickly and gently. Somehow he knew exactly what kind of touch she needed. She arched her back, calling out something that sounded like his name. She pleaded in her Celtic gibberish, demanding that he take her. She was as taut as a rope pulling a stone to the top of the wall, on the verge of orgasm, and he wanted nothing more than to drive into her.
+Instead, he forced himself to keep teasing her with a strength of will he didn’t even know he possessed. She was almost there, ready to climax just for him. She needed something, a little bit more, to push her over the edge. His medallion had somehow gotten in his way, he shoved it aside to get to her throat. He took her earlobe in his teeth then licked behind her ear.
+“I want to watch you, Brigid. I want to watch you explode.” He had no idea where that came from. To speak was to share more than bodies, so he never spoke. This was an iron clad rule that he never broke. He swallowed to keep the next set of words down, but found that he couldn’t. “I want to see you orgasm with nothing more than the head of my cock in you and my finger on your clitoris.”
+She almost did, she clawed at the blankets, at him, and howled his name.
+“I want to feel you orgasm. And then I’m going to fuck you.”
+He felt her climax with his cock before he saw it in her face. It squeezed at him, milking just the tip. He couldn’t wait another moment. He rolled her onto her belly and thrust into her fully. She screamed, bucking her rump back against him. He grabbed her hips to hold her still, and pounded into her. It only took a few strokes for him to orgasm along with her.
+Rolling onto his back, he tried to suck in air. His cock flopped wetly against his thigh. Brigid put her head on his shoulder, pressing the long length of her body against his. She idly toyed with the medallion.
+“When must you leave?”
+“In three days.” The silence stretched between them. Normally he would have counted it a blessing and gone to sleep. This time it bothered him. “I will come for you as soon as it is safe to do so.”
+“I feel as if I just found you all over again. I don’t want you to go.”
+He sighed. This is why soldiers weren’t permitted to marry. “I am a soldier. I obey orders.”
+“I know. But that does not mean that I have to like it.” She sounded as grumpy about it as he was.
+He felt ridiculously pleased that she felt that way and it irritated him. He grunted and closed his eyes, determined to end the conversation.
+“Tell me about your son.”
+“He isn’t yet born, there isn’t much to tell.”
+“Gaius. Paullus told me that his name is Gaius. How old his he? Who is his mother?”
+“I do not wish to discuss it.”
+“Are you, that is to say, is his, well--”
+“By the Gods, Brigid, spit it out.”
+“You don’t have to snap at me. Have you a wife?”
+“No. I will not speak of it.”
+“You are as stubborn as a badger. Fine. I shall have to ask Gaius, then.”
+He rolled on top of her, pinning her arms down. He shoved his face to hers, to make certain that he had her absolute attention. “You will not speak to Gaius or to anyone else of this. It does not concern you.”
+She lifted her head and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “I will know, Roman. You might as well tell me.”
+Damned woman. “Leave it be, Brigid.”
+“He seems to be,” she paused long enough that he thought she’d be silent, “hostile. Have you never gotten along?”
+“We have never met.”
+“Never? But why--”
+“Be _silent!_ “
+“I do not understand this at all, Beithir. He seems like a fine man. Was his mother a good woman? It is important that a mother be--”
+He clamped a hand over her mouth and glared at her furiously. There wasn’t a bit of fear in her eyes and that irked him further. “His mother was the vilest of bitches. Gaius is twenty years and he is not my son. Yes, I sired him, but another man raised him. Enough with your questions.”
+He rolled onto his side, his back to her, and shut his eyes firmly. He took a deep breath and prepared to sleep. Brigid wasn’t inclined to be wise.
+“Why does he hate you so?”
+“I do not know and I do not care. Sleep, Brigid. There is much to be done tomorrow.”
+“Do you like him?”
+He thought about Gaius and the earnest face demanding answers to something he was in the middle of through no fault of his own. Not do you want him, but do you like him. Cursed with a handmaiden of Hades for a mother and drunken lecher for a father. He wanted to say he didn’t like Gaius, but the truth was that he simply didn’t know.
+“Beithir?”
+He ignored her and thought about Gaius. He thought about the spark of life in Brigid’s belly. A man should have sons, his father had told him. A man should have sons he can be proud of. Gaius’s face, pleading for the truth, flashed in front of his eyes and something inside of him twisted.
+“Good night, Beithir.”
+Brigid had been gone with a chattering group of women for the day and had left him a measure of peace. The woman could talk an ear off of a squirrel. He sat behind his desk, making lists of who would remain behind and who would go, what to take, what to leave, and the various other nearly mindless tasks commanders had to do.
+“Praefectus.”
+He looked up. Gaius. He made a mental note to replace Paullus. “I am working.”
+“I am not a man given to begging, but please, I _must_ know.”
+Brigid’s soft voice, asking him if he liked his own son whispered in his ear. He sighed. “Sit.”
+Eager, the boy sat in the stool opposite the desk.
+“What is happening in Rome?”
+“Will you tell me what I wish to know?”
+“Perhaps.” Tallus leaned back in his chair. “What is going on in the Senate?”
+“My father--”
+The thought of this young man calling that fat, old man father made his stomach sour. “He’s your uncle, boy. He is my mother’s brother.”
+“Uncle. I never knew. My uncle and my grandfather have become very powerful in the Senate. There are a small group of men who plan to accuse my grandfather of hiring a young recruit twenty years ago. The one that murdered Cispius Kaeso and prevented him from taking control of the Senate. Now there is talk of a witness who will speak against my grandfather and that he had you exiled to the legions because you were the murderer.”
+Tallus rubbed his face and wished that he’d disappeared into the wilds of Germania long ago when he’d had the chance. He thought of his wall, the long smooth stones, and the security it brought. The thought only brought more turmoil.
+“They sent a messenger, but he was killed by thieves before he left Rome. I imagine they will dispatch another.” Gaius cleared his throat. “I came because I wish to know the truth. My mother once said of you that you never lie. I believe that was the nicest thing she ever said about you.”
+“Who knows that you have come?”
+“Only the Emperor. He has sent me.”
+“The Emperor has sent you?”
+“He and I are friends.”
+Tallus wanted absolutely nothing to do with the Senate and even less to do with the Caeser himself. All he wanted to do was build his wall. “I will not leave Britannia.”
+“I only want the truth and then I will leave.”
+He sighed. In the end the decision was easily made. He closed his eyes and thought of the flame in Brigid’s hair. “I met your mother when she wedded my uncle. I had finished my time with the army then and I had planned on joining my father in his business. Everyone knew he married her for power because he prefers male companions. He had never been with a woman and didn’t intend to. I felt sorry for her, I thought she didn’t know.
+“I look like my uncle. The two of them chose me to father his son when it became apparent that he couldn’t do it himself. I was stupid, all boys are stupid. She told me sad tales of loneliness and I ate them. Once you were conceived, she had her father exile me in my uncle‘s name. She didn’t want me dead, in case she needed more children, and neither did she want me around. I went to the Sixth and haven’t seen Rome since.”
+“Why did you not try to return? To see if things had changed?”
+“Because I watched your grandfather murder Cispius with my sword. He has tried to have me killed off several times, but there hasn’t been an attempt in years.” Tallus sighed. “Every father should have a son he can be proud of. I have been a disappointment to mine.”
+“What about me?”
+“What about you?”
+“Are you proud of me?”
+“I don’t know you.” He moved a piece of paper on his desk and listened to the shuddered breath from the man in front of him. He looked into a reflection of his own face and threw a little caution to the wind. “From what I see, I think that you have grown into a fine man.”
+“Perhaps I might stay until you leave for the north.”  
+Tallus thought about that. “Perhaps, you might.”
+“I am sorry, Beithir, I didn’t know you had company.” Brigid swept into the room with a flash of red hair and white linen.
+“Don’t concern yourself, Brigid. He was just leaving.” Tallus picked up his stylus and tapped it on the paper. The woman had better take the hint or she would regret it. He wanted no interference.
+She was a dense as a field of heather. She came to stand beside him, her arms clasped in front of her and a smile as bright as her hair pasted on her face. “I am Brigid.”
+Gaius stood and bowed. “I am Gaius Laurentius.”
+“I am pleased to meet you, Gaius. Tallus has told me that you are his son.”
+Gaius looked shocked. “He has?”
+“Perhaps you would like to--”
+“No, he would not. Gaius is leaving. Now.” Tallus stood, his voice harsh.
+Brigid kicked his shin, though Gaius took the hint. “I must be going now. I shall speak with you later, Tallus. And thank you.”
+The boy had the wit to leave immediately after.
+Brigid turned on him. “Are you mad? It was the perfect chance for you to get know your son.”
+“I will see him around camp, Brigid. Go take your bath. I will join you shortly.”
+“We will discuss this, Roman.” With a last glare in his direction, she went into the other room for her nightly bath.
+He would have to do something about that woman. This interference in his affairs would not be tolerated. He went back to the plan he was working on and scratched at it for as long as he could. That was it, she had ruined his concentration. He threw down the stylus and stomped to his bed. He threw his armor off and shrugged into his robe.
+Behind a screen, Brigid splashed water and hummed to herself. The sound wound its way through the room and he found himself smiling. She had a soft voice and a horrible melody.
+The first thing he noticed when he stepped around the screen was the deep, earthy red color of her wet hair. Beneath it the skin of her back shone like the ivory of Venus’s medallion. It bumped at his chest when he stopped. He wrapped his fingers around it and simply stared. When was the last time he’d seen her in her bath? It had been too long.
+She stood in the tub and wiggled with each stroke of her scented soap over her skin. Her rump shimmied with the off key humming of some bawdy song she must have picked up in the market. He had appreciated the sight of a woman’s posterior as she walked away, what man hadn’t? But this, this was different. More exciting somehow. She danced just for him, and she was blissfully naked of everything but water.
+The urge to join her was so strong he took a silent step forward. He froze when she dropped the soap, and then stopped breathing when she bent to pick it up. Her cleft was revealed with a flash of red and then hidden when she straightened. Her cheeks curved upwards, keeping what lay between still secret. It was a secret he suddenly burned to know.
+He shook himself and backed away before he gave in and touched her. A female ass was for grabbing, to pull her more fully onto a man’s shaft when she rode him. Only men who had a taste for other men were interested in the ass in any other way. Still, he’d heard rumors. Whispers in the barracks of certain whores who would let a man plow her back field and the groanings of pleasure that accompanied such tales.
+Before he could stop himself, he fetched the small bottle of olive oil that had come with his supper. The medallion slapped his chest with every step, reminding him of her ivory buttocks and what lay between them. Any man would think only of her vagina, but he wasn’t any man. He’d never considered such a thing, didn’t know why he was considering it now, but he knew that he would try it. With her. There would be no loose whore for him, only Brigid. He sat on the edge of the bed and waited for her.
+“Beithir?”
+“Come here.”
+She knotted the drying sheet firmly around her breasts and came to him immediately. How he loved her utter lack of fear of him. “You are ready to continue our discussion, then.”
+He pulled the sheet off of her. “No.”
+“What has gotten into you? Three nights in a row? This is not like you.”
+“I don’t know and I don’t care.” He reached up and cupped her breasts, thumbing the soft nipples. She slid her hands into his hair, massaging his scalp with her nails. He pressed kisses along her belly, then pulled her into his lap. “Lie down.”
+Smiling, she eased herself onto her back and spread her legs when he moved to climb between them. He wanted to kiss her, to tease her nipples into full hardness, test the new resilience in her belly, but he had no patience for that. He wanted her mindless enough to seduce her into giving him her ass. Something she had probably never even conceived of. With that end in mind, he went directly for her sex.
+He slid his hand along her body, following the generous curves of her torso, and palmed one of her breasts again. He used the fingers of his other hand to part her lower lips. She moaned and tilted her hips upward. Only one time and she wanted more. He wormed his tongue into her entrance, the lips wrapping wetly around his mouth. It was like being kissed by the very core of her body.
+He lapped at her clitoris, pressing two fingers into her. She liked that, he knew. Her sheath sucked at his fingers and her hips moved as if she were mating with his tongue. He eased a little farther back along the bed. He drew one of her lips into his mouth and tasted all of it. His thumb touched the top of her slit and rubbed at her clitoris. He swiped the broad side of his tongue over the full length of her, savoring the taste of her love juice.
+Lifting his head, he watched his fingers work their magic on her, bringing more wetness to her swollen sex. Just below that he could see the tightly closed hole winking at him. He had thought that such a thing would be revolting, but it was fascinating. Her sheath spasmed around his fingers with a judicious swirl of his thumb, and her forbidden hole winked at him. It was so small, tiny. He had no idea how his cock would fit into it without hurting her; he simply knew, deep within himself, that it was possible.
+He rolled his tongue through her lips again and then surprised the both of them by running it over her anus. She froze a moment, he could almost feel the arousal leeching out of her, then relaxed when he returned to her sex. Then he did it again. Once could be called an accident, but twice was not. Particularly when his tongue lingered, wiggling against the tiny depression.
+“Beithir, no, do not--” Her protest ended with a cry when he gave her clitoris quick, light strokes with a finger. He knew it felt too good for her to muster any more protests.
+He didn’t know how, but he simply _knew._
+He kept teasing her backside with his tongue, licking and sliding the tip almost within. Between licks he painted her little hole with the wetness from her pussy, and then licking it up. Rising a bit, he returned his mouth to her clitoris, sucking gently and then laving it. His finger circled her nether hole and then penetrated it.
+“No!” She wrenched her hips, nearly throwing him off. He clamped an arm over her lower belly and pressed his finger all the way inside. The tightness was incredible. She squeezed his finger like her sheath squeezed his cock, only tighter. The muscles clamped around him, holding him. He redoubled his oral assault on her clitoris, vowing to make her like it.
+When she relaxed against him, accepting his little intruder, he started to move it. Blindly, he reached for the olive oil beside the bed and doused his hand in it. It sluiced against her buttocks and made a mess around the hole. The slickness made penetration easier and far more pleasurable. She wiggled, testing the sensation of his finger moving inside of her ass. Gently, he introduced another. She squealed, either in pain, pleasure, or both; he couldn’t tell. She didn’t protest.
+One hand seduced her ass, his lips wrestled with her clitoris, and his other hand worked oil onto the full length of his cock. He matted his pubic hair with it and slathered more of it on her ass. The blankets were covered with it. He pulled his fingers from her backside and grabbed his cock with them. The oily hand went to her sex, spreading it all over her. He touched the tip of his cock to her ass, sliding it into the puckered depression. Holding himself steady, his thumb working her clitoris like mad, he bunched the muscles in his own ass and pushed. Hard.
+She screamed, and not in pleasure. The head of his cock broke through the tight ring of muscle, but no further.
+“It hurts,” she whined. An exact echo of what she had done when he broke her hymen.
+Then, he hadn’t cared for her opinion on the matter, now he wanted her acquiescence. “Do you want me to take it out?”
+He leaned over, grunting with the effort to hold himself back. The medallion slid down the slope of one of her breasts. She looked into his eyes, her expression tinged with pain and full of trust. “No.”
+“I will be gentle, Brigid.”
+She smiled and touched his cheek. “I have never heard of such a thing, a man putting his, his,--”
+“Cock.”
+She blushed. “His cock. There.”
+“I had never considered it until I saw you bend over in the tub.”
+Her eyes dropped to his chest and her blush deepened. “It does not hurt quite so much now.”
+“I cannot move yet.”
+“Are you hurt?”
+“No, Brigid. If I move I will explode like a boy. You are so tight. Hot. Ahhh, don’t do that.” Her ass squeezed him and his body jerked. She hissed with the new inch of shaft. “Hold still.”
+He found her clitoris again, gratified to feel her ass flare and then tighten with the touch. He rubbed easy circles one way and then the next. Feathery caresses had her tight, anal passage relaxing enough for him to slowly thrust fully into her.
+“How does it feel?”
+“It's different.”
+“Do you like it?”
+She blushed again. “Aye. I like it, Roman.”
+“So do I.”
+She met his eyes again, bold and shy all at the same time. “Fuck me, Beithir.”
+The coarse word from her excited him like nothing else she could have said. His hips jerked and he found that it only made her gasp in pleasure. He moved slowly at first, sliding back a little and then pressing all the way in again.
+He couldn’t resist and leaned back for a look. Her buttocks were tilted upwards enough that he could see his cock sliding in and out of her. There was something about watching himself thrusting into her while her sex remained empty.
+“Harder!” she ordered.
+He grabbed her hips, and moved faster. When she begged for more he gave into his own craving and rode her ass as hard as he dared. She was panting and crying beneath him, writhing against him to take more of him. Inside she was hot enough to melt him and tight enough to rasp every portion of his cock with her softness. It was nearly too much, his head was swimming and all he could hear was the roar of his blood and the obscene slap of his thighs against her buttocks.
+She threw his hand away from her sex and used her own fingers on her own clitoris. He had never seen a woman do that before, had never cared to. Her hips surged, swallowing his cock whole. He threw his head back and roared, shooting deep inside of her.
+   With the last bit of energy he had left, he eased himself beside her and closed his eyes. She tangled her arms and legs with his, and remained mercifully silent. Her deep and even breathing indicated that she’d fallen asleep. He made a mental note of that, when he desired a peaceful sleep, plow her back field.
+Brigid had insisted on cleaning the bedding herself as soon as she woke to see the oil all over the place. She was appalled to think that someone might discover that she was a lusty woman who enjoyed herself in bed. Amused, he watched her scuttled off with the laundry and sat at his desk. He hadn’t felt this good since, well he couldn’t remember.
+Paullus trotted through the doorway, out of breath. “Praefectus, Gaius has a message. He requests that you meet him behind the armory. He says that he must speak with you immediately about his grandfather and one of your men.”
+Assassin flew immediately to mind. He was suddenly terrified for his son’s life. He knew that Lutorius would have no difficulty murdering his own kin. “Find Brigid and stay with her until I return.”
+The walk to the armory had never taken him longer. He moved around the side of the building, out of sight of the few people around the fort at this time of day. ""Gaius?""
+“Father.” Gaius stepped from the shadows. “One of your men is with my grandfather’s household. I had not seen him until moments ago.”
+“Calm yourself, Gaius. This is not the first time your grandfather has sent an assassin and it likely won’t be the last. Which man was it?”
+“This one,” he said, thrusting a short sword directly toward his father‘s belly.
+Years of battle had given Tallus nearly a sixth sense of sorts. Perhaps it was merely luck or the Fates. He twisted his body, the sword glancing off his armor and slicing through his sword arm. He plucked his own sword from its sheath, instinctively swinging it. Gaius raised his blade and parried the stroke that would have taken off his head.
+“Why are you doing this?” Tallus roared, blocking a fresh attack.
+“You have no right to be alive, you bastard. You left me, destroyed my mother, and you have the power to destroy my grandfather.”
+Tallus backed up, blocking thrusts and swings as he went. Somehow, for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to strike down Gaius. His own son. The boy was no fighter, he struck with neither grace nor style. It would be simple to get him into the open and disarmed.
+Shouts of alarm reached his ears as men came running. A high pitched shriek rent the air. “Beithir!”
+“Be a man, _father_ , have the decency to finally die.” He swung the sword and stabbed with a short knife.
+Tallus could only see Brigid running toward him, her hair flashing and all the blood leeched from her face. He blocked the first blow and nearly missed the second. Women make men weak, distracted.
+“Beithir!”
+“Die, damn you!” Gaius roared, hacking at him.
+One of his men caught Brigid before she could throw herself onto Gaius and pulled her to safety. She turned on him, screeching like a madwoman.
+“When I’m done with you, I’m going to kill your Celtic bitch, too. I want no half breed brothers stirring up trouble, demanding my inheritance.”
+The thought of Brigid dead was unthinkable. With a roar that matched Brigid’s in sheer ferocity, he swung at Gaius. His first swing was knocked aside, but his next clipped the boy’s shoulder. The final blow took off his head.
+Tallus stepped back, watching the body slowly slump to the ground. Uncontrolled fury was slowly replaced with uncontrolled guilt. He lost control, a warrior never lost his head in a fight. He took a deep shuddering breath and sought out Brigid. Her eyes, full of fear, held his. He threw his sword onto the ground beside his son and stormed away.
+Hadrian’s Wall, standing stoically in the heat of the day, greeted him with the smell of grass and the swirl of a breeze. He put his hands on the stone, needing the cool comfort it always brought. All he found was cold stone.
+“Beithir.”
+“Go away, Brigid.”
+“No.” Hesitantly, she sidled up to him.
+“I am in no mood for your interrogations, woman. Return to our quarters.”
+“Hush, Roman. You speak too much.” She rested her warm palm on his arm.
+The gentleness of her touch warmed him, bringing a serenity with it. He took a deep breath and let himself lean on her a little. “I have been meaning to ask. What does beithir mean?”
+“I like it here.”
+“Brigid.”
+She looked down at her feet. “You must promise that you won’t be angry.”
+“It had better not mean something ridiculous.”
+“It means wild beast, perhaps a snake, sometimes a bear.”
+He laughed and wrapped his arms around her. “Ah, Brigid, you’re precious.”
+She snuggled up against him and his wall and smiled. Here was his solace."
+296,Talisman Ch. 2: Dr. Forman's Discoverie,jon.hayworth,Chain Stories,2002-06-28,2002-06-28,2022-01-08 03:54:21,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/talisman-ch-2-dr-formans-discoverie,Historical fiction account of events in Dr. Forman's life.,"['Contents Box', 'Death Simon', 'Dost', 'Empty Pot', 'Labia Parted', 'Maid Answered', 'Mistress Alice', 'Sex Simon', 'Simon Bed', 'Wouldst Thou']",4.62,"**Editors**
+ **LadyPhoenix and Wildsweetone**
+ ** _The author wishes to make it clear that all errors, grammatical and historical are solely his responsibility. The professionalism, and good grammar used in this story are thanks to the sterling work of the editors._**
+Doctor Simon Forman and many of the other characters existed as did many of the events that I have recounted, it is up to you the reader, to work out where fact ends and the fiction begins.
+ ** _PART I_**
+Although the sun had risen, laying a shimmering path along the broad river, the morning air retained its night chill, and over the river Thames gossamer tendrils of dawn mist still clung to the water. In the town of Deptford, just down the Thames from London, the streets were already packed with throngs of people. Christopher Marlowe, who was more often called Kit, sat at his desk, trying to think.
+There was a vicious pounding in his head from the copious amounts of wine he had imbibed over the previous day and night. He had been drinking to forget the troubles that seemed to plague him. Despite the previous night's alcohol, a presentiment had awoken him unusually early. As his eyes opened the dream had ceased, but he was able to recall every detail with startling clarity.
+Despite his success as a playwright, other aspects of his life were troublesome. He was certain that his former employer, the Master Intelligencer, who operated Queen Elizabeth's security services, Francis Walsingham was the source of these troubles. Looking back he wished that he had not accepted the purse of gold, and that he had remained an impoverished scholar and playwright.
+Just as his hero, the eponymous Doctor Faustus had concluded a compact for his soul with the devil, he had sold himself and his conscience to Walsingham. Marlowe shivered. He knew he had been unwise in threatening to unmask his patron. Walsingham and the Cecil family had their hands firmly planted on the levers of power, and the means both lawful and unlawful to ensure they retained their position. He had little doubt that at this very moment, Walsingham would be devising a plan to silence him before he answered the Council's summons.
+Marlowe took a sheet of paper and wrote a letter. After drying the ink with sand, he folded it, then sealed it with wax. On top of the letter he placed an old box.
+""Pyke!"" He shouted. ""Pyke! Come here!""
+""Thou called upon me, Master Kit?"" Despite his young age Pyke addressed the playwright with only a trace of deference. Two years of playing female leads and knowing his worth, had given to the boy a degree of self-assurance beyond his years.
+""Pyke, I want thee to take this letter and box to my friend Doctor Simon Forman. Thou wilt find him at his lodgings, the Stone House by Saint Botolphs. Dost thou remember being there when thy leg wast sore?""
+""Yes master Kit. He was a kindly doctor and he never bled me.""
+He handed the boy some silver coins. ""Now take these three bords and get a waterman to take thee up the river to the bridge. Make all haste, Pyke. Let caution be thy guide. And let no man detect thy true purpose, nor that 'tis I thou represent.""
+A child actor, Pyke was already wise in the ways of the world. He had been raised near the playhouse, where prostitutes, pimps and cutpurses lived cheek by jowl with the players and their law-abiding patrons. Before leaving the house he tightened his belt and secreted the box and letter inside the folds of his jerkin. He decided to act the part of an urchin on an irksome errand, so scuffling his feet he shuffled into the street. Obeying Marlowe's instructions the boy took a circuitous route heading east then west, and east again, steadily north toward the river.
+It was about the same time as Pyke made his way along Thames Street, that Kit Marlowe entered the drinking house of Widow Eleanor Bull. Marlowe spent the remainder of the day there, drinking with three companions.
+Despite being unlicensed Doctor Simon Forman's practice was a busy one. During the plague outbreak of the previous year Simon had been one of the few doctors who had not fled to the safety of the countryside. Indeed as a result of treating plague patients he had contracted the disease, by his own treatments he had survived. As a result many people trusted him more than the licensed doctors and he was prospering.
+That day he had seen a number of patients in his rooms, before making a call upon a widow woman. She wanted him to draw up an astrological chart for her and a potential suitor. Ever the gallant, he had stayed for some time paying the woman compliments in the hopes that she might favor him. Unsuccessful, from the woman's home he made his way to a somewhat meaner dwelling, where another woman had relieved his lust. Exhausted from his exertions the doctor had repaired to the nearby Blue Boar Tavern.
+It was in this ordinary that Pyke found the doctor. He had been told by the doctor's servant, Stephen, that this was the place where Simon often spent his time. Entering the dimly lit bar, Pyke's eyes were immediately drawn to the affluent looking man who wore a velvet gown trimmed with fur.
+""Doctor Forman, I come on an errand of both urgency and secrecy."" Pyke whispered so that those nearby would be unable to overhear.
+""Speak up boy. Do ye have to mumble like some blushing maiden?""
+""Sire, thou will not recognize me by my appearance. My motley is that of a queen, a lady or a maid. My name is Pyke, a humble player in Master Henslow's company. Thou mayest remember last Michalmas, I had a sorly abscess on my leg, thou cured me. Our good friend, the playwright Kit Marlowe esquire, has given to me instructions that this is a matter that requires some delicacy.""
+""Damned players and writers of plays, ye all think the world is naught but some foolish revel,"" Simon muttered as he raised his pewter tankard to his lips. ""What has the impetuous fool done? Got some pretty maid in trouble? No not Kit. Tis not his inclination. Is it thee boy? Tell me the symptoms. Is it a fever? Pain? Dost thou have some rash or pox marks?""
+""No, Sire, this has naught to do with me. I am but the messenger."" Pyke tugged at Simon's sleeve, ""I pray thee, good doctor, accompany me to a place more private where we will not be over-looked.""
+Still grumbling, Simon drained his tankard before rising from his seat. When they were in the street the boy pressed the box and letter into Simon's hand. ""Master Marlowe wishes thou only to examine the contents when no one is privy to thy actions.""
+""Has Kit taken to being one of Walsingham's damnable intelligencers yet again?""
+Just as Pyke spoke, an altercation erupted inside Eleanor Bull's alehouse between Ingram Frizer and Kit Marlowe. The witnesses, Marlowe and Frizer's drinking companions, who were also employed as intelligencers by Walsingham, later testified that the argument had been over the bill. Tempers fired by drink flared and both men drew their knives. Moments later, Marlowe lay on the floor, his life flowing away.
+Simon Forman put the box and letter into his purse before he returned to the Blue Boar. Later, when he was leaving, one of Henslow's jobbing actors entered the establishment, clearly in shock. His face chalk white and his eyes red, he lurched to the bar, demanding draught of strong ale from the serving wench. When he had the tankard in his hand, he held it up. His loud stage voice commanded respect and caused the chatter to die down.
+""Gentleman! Wilt thee one and all join with me in drinking to the spirit of our greatest playwright whose mortal coil was cut short this day? Let us drink to the memory of Kit Marlowe, may his atheistic soul rest in peace.""
+On hearing those words, Simon felt a cold shiver run down his spine. Unconsciously he touched his purse, where he carried the box and letter. He drained his tankard, called for the reckoning and when he had paid it, hurried from the tavern. News was confirmed later, when the boy Pyke hammered on his door. ""Doctor! Doctor Forman! It is me Pyke the boy player, open the door, I have news of great import!""
+'Damned players. Do they always have to bawl so loudly?' Simon thought as he drew back the bolts and turned the key of the door. No sooner had Pyke entered the room than he related the news of Marlow's death. Simon gave the boy a groat to pay the waterman before ushering him out.
+He locked and bolted the door. The rude tallow dip that lit the room did not give enough illumination for him to read. Finding one of his precious wax candles, Simon lit it, placing it on his table. From his purse he took the box and letter, he set the box to one side. Carefully breaking the seal, he unfolded the paper, smoothing it on the table.
+ _Greetings my dear friend Simon,_
+Prey bear with my presumptuousness, in sending thee this without prior warning. My messenger will have passed to thee this letter and a small box. I send this because I have awoken from a sorely disturbing dream that appears to be an omen that some violent harm may be visited upon my person. Please keep the contents of the box in a place of security. So long as I am alive I ask that thou keepest my confidence and tell no person, however high their estate, that thou hast possession of this box nor do thou gaze upon its contents.
+If some misfortune comes to pass and I meet an untimely end, the contents of the box I bequeath to thou…
+'Poor Kit! He has certainly met an untimely end,' mused Simon.
+ _… If naught of ill consequence befalls me, I shall be asking thou to return to me the box once my business with the council has reached a satisfactory conclusion._
+If however my fate be governed by an ill star and adversity should befall me the contents of the box I bequeath to thou, with no instructions as to the purpose or use thereof. A man with thy fabled knowledge of the secret arts should be able to discern the means to employ this Talisman to thy most profitable advantage.
+As thou wilt see, this Occidental medallion, so richly carved of ivory is not without monetary value. However dear friend, that apparent value is of no account when it is compared with the value of the power that appears is secretly embodied within its very fabric.
+I will cease now, thy good friend, KIT
+Simon reread the letter. Marlowe was dead; of that he had no doubt. The box and its mysterious contents had been bequeathed to him.
+He lifted the lid, even in the flickering candle light the carved ivory disc seemed to glow. To examine it more thoroughly he took the medallion from its nest laying it in the palm of his hand. He could see that Marlowe had not been mistaken, the design was undoubtedly not a symbol from Christendom. 'Occidental', Marlowe had said. For no clear reason Simon suddenly knew it originated from the Spice Islands. 'And this gold chain must be worth a pretty penny – I have never seen the likes of it.'
+Then he became aware of the heat. Like a crystal the ivory disc was alive, gently vibrating with energy and generating warmth. Simon sensed the ivory Talisman was trying to communicate with him. The figure carved on it intrigued him; at first glance it appeared to be of a woman, an occidental Venus or some unknown fertility goddess he had surmised. Then when he viewed the figure from a slightly different angle its gender appeared to change, and the figure had distinct masculine characteristics.
+He was confused. What was the meaning of these phenomena? What did this object mean to him? Would it bring him good fortune or ill?
+Deciding to take the prudent course of action he returned the Talisman to its box and closed the lid. From the shelf that housed his precious books, he took down his Ephemeris and Almanac.
+Taking a sheet of paper he swiftly jotted down the information he already knew: the angles and altitudes of the planets and major constellations at the time of his nativity. Then he opened the Ephemeris and Almanac and computed a nativity chart for Kit Marlowe. From these two charts he was able to draw up a third symbolizing the relationship between himself, the dead playwright and the Talisman.
+Dawn was breaking when Simon wearily rubbed his tired eyes, rising to put his books away. Covering the table were the three charts Simon had drawn up. At last he was satisfied that the Talisman Marlowe had given him was not inherently malevolent. Confident that the Talisman would cause him no harm, Simon went to his bed, closing his eyes and falling into a deep sleep almost immediately.
+It was not unusual for Simon to rise at noon as his study and practice of the occult often filled the hours of darkness. Having risen he followed his usual routine, visiting a number of his patients. As he made his way along the teeming streets and crooked alleys, he encountered many friends and acquaintances going about their business, and at every opportunity he sought more information about Marlowe.
+Of course, it was not necessary to ask many questions, as news of Marlowe's death was on everyone's lips. All Simon had to do was listen. Some said Marlowe had been involved in a drunken brawl. Others, those who lowered their voices and looked around furtively before speaking, said Walsingham and the Cecil family had some hand in Marlowe's death. Simon listened to both opinions without comment. Speculating about the Queen's Master Intelligencer and advisors could lead to the Tower or a worse fate.
+That night as darkness fell, Simon checked and rechecked that the lock and bolts on the door were secure, and that the shutters on the windows were shut fast. Dragging a trunk from under the bed, he took several items from it.
+Holding a sword in his left hand, Simon incised a circle on the floor. On the northern point of the circle he placed a small pot containing earth, at the west a pot of water, to the east an empty pot and at the southern extremity a lamp. Next he picked up a small mirror, holding it over the lamp just above the flame then lifting it away to examine it, and returning it to the spot over the lamp. He repeated this process a number of times until the lamp-black evenly coated the glass. When he was satisfied, he placed the mirror near the empty pot, so it faced towards the middle of the circle. Finally in the center of the circle, he erected a small wooden tripod.
+Placing a stool in the western sector of the circle, he sat down facing the black mirror. In his open left hand he held the ivory Talisman. Taking several slow, deep breaths, he cleared his mind. He rose to his feet, and walked around the perimeter of the circle in a counter-clockwise direction whilst chanting an invocation. The words could at best be described as Dog Latin mutated with Hebrew, anyone who was not an initiate would understand very little of what he said, and nothing of the meaning.
+Having completed three circuits of the circle, Simon again seated himself on the stool. Ignoring the object of his enquiry, the Talisman, he gazed with a fixed stare at the mirror. At first he saw the mirror in the context of the room, with the tripod between himself and the mirror, with the empty pot behind it, in the shadows he could see the wall.
+Sitting motionless, his gaze did not waver. Soon time became suspended and he no longer heard the call of the passing watchman. The mirror loomed larger in his vision as it seemed to grow in size. Eventually there was nothing but the mirror, a matte black mass of nothing. His mind was a blank except for the blackness and the warmth of the Talisman in his hand.
+He was no longer in the room. Both time and space had lost their meaning. Before his eyes he saw a figure, the same figure that was carved on the Talisman dancing a jig before his eyes. From somewhere far away he could hear the pipes playing a discordant form of music that was foreign to his ears.
+When the first thin gray streaks of dawn intruded through gaps in the shutters, Simon rose. Walking three times clockwise round the circle, in the doggerel language he mumbled a closing prayer. Taking up his sword, he cut symbolically through the circle at the east point. Then he went to the table and wrote a wealth of notes about what he had experienced before packing his things away and retiring to his bed.
+Night after night Simon cast his circle, but until the tenth night he learnt no more about the Talisman than he knew from Marlowe's letter and the first night. The alien music and the dance confirmed his view that the object's origins lay in the fabled Spice Islands of the Indies, but beyond that fact he had learned nothing.
+On the tenth night he saw the figure from the Talisman come to life before his eyes. It had transformed into a dancing girl who became a butterfly that grew and grew until it filled the room, consuming Simon. The dancing girl was Simon, and Simon was the dancing girl. Simon was the girl who danced for the priests, whoring herself chastely for the temple, in innocence enjoying sex that was free of guilt, for the innocent cannot be guilty. Giving enjoyment in return for enjoyment. Simon was aware of a feeling of warmth in his abdomen when she enjoyed an orgasm. When the delicate pink flower between the dancing girl's legs opened, it revealed to him a glowing bud.
+In a flash Simon achieved a level of understanding that surpassed the goals his imagination had set him. When with the arrival of dawn he had ritually broken the circle, Simon then wrote his cryptic notes in his usual semi- educated mishmash of Dog Latin and French.
+ _Noxt est dies et dies est noxt. Lume est niger et niger est lume. Et vice verca ad infinitum. Homme est femme. Femme est homme. Femme cum as homme but with difference. Noxt I was a femme and homme. Did pleasure my femme. Femme pedagoge a homme._
+Translated he had written, _""Night is day and day is night. Light is black and black is light. And the opposite into infinity. Man is woman. Woman is man. Woman orgasms as a man does but there is a difference. This night I was both a woman and a man. I did pleasure the female. Female instructed the male.""_
+Simon reread his notes. To anyone else they read like a bad riddle, but for him they would serve as an aide-memoir, without betraying the great secret of duality to anyone else. He doubted if there was another man in London who possessed the knowledge he had of female sexuality. For in becoming female he had discovered the secret source of female sexual enjoyment. Now all he needed and wanted, was an opportunity to put that knowledge to use.
+Never before had the forty year old doctor even considered it to be possible that a woman might take some enjoyment from sex. This was not because he was inexperienced in sexual matters, even though he had been a virgin until his thirtieth year. Since then, after having made love to Anne Young, he had taken his own enjoyment with many women, however he had never considered whether they got any enjoyment from the act. Now he knew they had such dazzling potential, he was anxious to put the theory into practice.
+Circumstances favored Simon that very day. Just before noon a servant girl knocked at his door. Simon was in his bed when he called out, ""Who is it?"" His voice sharp, he was irritable from lack of sleep.
+""Doctor Forman sir I bring a note from my mistress. Mistress Alice Blague,"" the girl answered through the still locked door. She stood shivering on the doorstep while the mysterious doctor, (who some said dabbled in witchcraft), pulled back the bolts.
+   At last the door swung open, an unforgettable man greeted her once handsome, his looks had faded with age. His face heavily freckled and from beneath his heavy brows twinkled bright eyes. His hair, despite his forty years, was still red.
+""Well my pretty one, is thy mistress as sweet a portrait as thy art."" As he spoke, Simon was eyeing the girl speculatively, sure that he would succeed in tumbling the doxy if he wished. She had the fresh innocent looks of the country about her and a generous mouth, and in Simon's experience these qualities in a woman equated with a willingness to indulge in dalliances.  
+""Oh sire, thou dost make a jest with me. My mistress, the wife of the Dean of Rochester, the reverend doctor Blague is a far grander and prettier woman than I could ever be."" Handing Simon the note, the girl scurried off.
+Simon, thinking a visit to Mistress Blague would give him an opportunity to further his acquaintance with the maid, answered her summons. He believed he had been rewarded when the same maid answered the Blague's door to him. Without giving him chance to dally or make light conversation, the girl ushered him into the chamber where Alice Blague was waiting.
+""Doctor Forman please, take a seat here, alongside me.""
+Simon struggled to make a reply. Looking about the chamber of a senior cleric's wife, he was stunned. The first thing to catch his eye was not the lady's red hair, nor her long face, nor even her large mouth. It was the lady's bosom that commanded his attention. He saw a woman – a lady - attired in the manner of a tavern serving wench who had not even pinned a kerchief across the low cut of her gown, consequently leaving her more than ample breasts on display to all who entered the room. At length he mumbled, ""Your servant Mistress Blague."" Fidgeting nervously he took the seat Alice had indicated.
+""Oh, I pray thee good doctor, do not stand on ceremony with me. The good Dean is at present away upon some business and I have a small problem, for which thy knowledge can surely find a cure.""
+The woman made Simon nervous. If he had not judged the maid to be an honest girl, he would have thought this woman to be a prostitute, and not the wife of a cleric. He feared that this summons might be yet another clever trick designed and laid by either the College of Physicians or the Barber-Surgeons. ""Mistress Blague I would recommend to thee that thee seekest the advice of thy husband's physician.""
+""The doctor my husband consults is naught but a fool and a knave. The only physic he will prescribe is the leech.""
+The mention to Simon of letting of blood as a means of treatment was like showing a red rag to a bull. When he replied Simon was clearly agitated, his hands whirling like windmill sails, as he gestured to emphasize the points he was making.
+""Mistress Blague it is my experience that leeching, or cutting, or any other of the divers means of letting blood are not conducive to the patient. If I am able to use my skills to keep thy precious blood safely inside thy comely body I shalt do so."" Having delivered his diatribe he was clearly more composed. ""Now Mistress Blague, tell me what ails thee?""
+""Doctor Forman 'tis my leg that sorely tries me.""
+""Mistress, I need thee to be more precise as to the nature of thy symptoms. Hast thy troublesome leg a cut or an abscess that is the source of thy ill?""
+As she spoke, Alice Blague got up from her seat, lifting her dress and underskirts. ""'Tis here that the trouble occurs,"" she said, indicating the inner part of her thigh. Simon saw that Alice was a traditionalist, who did not wear the new drawers that some thought in fashion.
+Simon slid to his knees from the chair to better look at the lady's leg. Alice Blague slowly ran her fingers up and down the inside of her thigh, on each ascending movement her fingers venturing a little higher, until they brushed against her fleshy labia, delicately hanging down like curtains. Kneeling with his nose inches from her sex, Simon was aware that his breathing had become heavier.
+""Pray, be seated mistress Blague, so I may examine your thigh more closely.""
+She sat with her legs wide open. Looking not at the thigh that was the ostensible object of his examination, Simon's focus was instead on the view between her thighs. Whether by accident or design, her labia were parted, lying open like a pink butterfly resting. He recognized the shape, for it was the one he had seen in his vision the previous night and there in the middle lay the carmine jewel.
+Without a second thought he touched her clitoris with his forefinger. Alice gasped when at the same time as gently applying pressure he began to move his finger in a circular motion. She was not surprised that the doctor had touched her in such a manner. Indeed she had hoped the doctor would accept her invitation.
+She was bored and her elderly husband was out of town. Although she was the wife of a clergyman, Alice was not an innocent in matters to do with sex. Married at fifteen years of age to a man of twice her years, she had subsequently taken a series of lovers, two of whom were also clerics.
+What surprised Alice, was that the doctor had stimulated her clitoris. Early in her marriage she had discovered that the fleshy nubbin was a source of pleasure, but to her knowledge, no man had ever before intentionally set out to bring her to a climax.
+Simon positively glowed with pride when Alice, her voice husky, cried out. ""Pray, sire, do not desist! Please, I plead with thee to go on with this delightful motion of your hand."" Her hand covered his hand, and he felt a stab of pain when her nails dug into the back of his hand.
+""Dear Doctor, please … please, dear doctor I prey do not cease stirring my nubbin.""
+""Mistress Alice, why dost thou call this thy nubbin?""
+""Why, sire, 'tis what every woman I know does call this part of herself.""
+""And what do the men you know call this?""
+""'Tis not a subject of conversation in the ordinary way of things, Sir!""
+Simon was so intent upon the discoveries that he was making that he did not notice the sharp edge to her voice. Not heeding the warning he asked, ""Dost thy other lovers not speak of these things?""
+""Sire, thou dost presume too much! Dost thou take me for some doxy who would lie with men other than my husband?"" she asked indignantly, apparently oblivious to the contradiction of the act she was indulging in with him.
+Replying as manners dictated, Simon murmured, ""Mistress Alice, please accept my abject apologies, I assure you my words were not intended as a slur upon thy good character."" As he spoke Simon, without thinking withdrew his fingers from her clitoris.
+""Pray, sire, do not desist thy sweet labors."" She said pulling his hand back towards her quim. ""In truth doctor to the best of my knowledge, limited as it should be, other men appear to remain ignorant of the nubbin and its secrets.""
+Simon was aware of his stiff pizzle pushing against the fabric of his breeches. In the past he had done no more than cursorily caress a woman's sex before entering her, and then only for the purpose of ensuring his ride would be smooth and wet. Now he could see Alice ecstatically wriggling her hips; could feel the heat her damp sex emitted, and smell her faintly animal odors. He could also sense the joy he brought to her. Within his head some new process was occurring, it was almost as if she was stimulating him as well. ""Mistress Alice thou mayest call me by my given name, Simon.""
+Unsure of his path in this new discovery he kept stimulating her with his fingers. Moving nearer to her he began to kiss her exposed breasts. Arching her back she pushed herself toward him. He trailed his tongue over the ivory globes plunging his tongue into her cleavage. He blew a soft cool draft over the dampness before enveloping one of her nipples in his mouth. Alice shivered with excitement. A tingle journeyed down from her breast, shimmered through her stomach, and on down toward her excited quim.
+""My lady what perfect dugs thou hast."" He mumbled with his mouth still full of her breast.
+She was gasping, mewing like a kitten, her fluids dripping like nectar from her onto his probing fingers. His fingers slicked over her labia, whilst with the ball of his thumb he manipulated her now swollen clitoris. Then her fingers were scrabbling at his waist, nearly tearing his breeches in her frantic haste to loosen the draw-cord. ""I must have thee … I must have thee! I need thee now. Gentle Simon, pray unencumber thy self.""
+With his free hand Simon undid the draw-cord and expertly pulled his britches to his knees. Taking his finger from her clitoris he grasped her hips, easing her forward on the seat so she was supported at the edge. He lifted her legs, resting them on his shoulders, then guided the head of his pizzle so it was at the entrance of her vagina.
+She gasped when he thrust his hips, his pizzle slid easily up her lubricated tunnel of love. With long strokes he rhythmically thrust into her, on each in stroke his balls slapping her ample ass. Usually he would have established a rhythm that would bring the act to a speedy conclusion satisfactory to him, yet now he was aware of her and gauged a pace that would bring the greater pleasure to her. He did not understand why he was doing this, he was merely aware that he felt compelled to do so. Then he had the most unusual of experiences. With his balls were tightening and pizzle throbbing in a prelude to ejaculation, suddenly he had a vision.
+The dancing figure from the Talisman he was wearing around his neck, appeared to be dancing before his eyes. As the figure twirled it alternately manifested itself as male and female, until to Simon its sex became an irrelevance. As the figure danced it waved a reproving finger at him and shook its head. In an instant Simon understood. He was to prevent himself from cumming. And so he conjured up an astrological riddle, which he set about solving without breaking the rhythm of his thrusting.
+Simon's lovemaking was a new experience for him.
+During the eighteen years of her marriage, Alice had never been treated in this way, by either her husband or her numerous lovers. She knew when he had finished she would not have to bring herself to completion with her own hand. No sooner was she reaching a peak than she was on the way to another one. Indeed a small voice of fear nagged at her. Would she be taken so high that she would fall? Would all the energy she had expended be injurious to her health? Then the doubts faded, washed away by the successive waves of pleasure. She felt herself to be no more than a yawning chasm begging to be filled, and the man between her legs was filling her need.
+He heard the tearing of cloth as her hands scrabbled at his back, then like a cat she scratched at his bared flesh, spurring him to drive harder into her. As she came she cried out passionately almost the animal howl of a vixen in season. Simon dimly heard the door open then close without anyone entering the room. His balls ached and tightened drawing up close to his body. He felt his fluids pulsing along his pizzle.
+Eventually both of them had cum. Simon lay still between her thighs, they held one another neither wanting to part, both striving to hold onto the exquisite passion they had shared.
+When Simon's pizzle softened and fell from her with a soft plop, Alice felt their co-mingled body fluids flowing stickily over her thighs. She was still breathing in short gasps said. ""Dear Simon, I have never before been tumbled by a man such as thou. Tell me how didst thou become so learned in the arts of love?""
+She choked off any reply he might have made by kissing him on the lips. It was a long lingering kiss that took his breath away, delivered by a woman who had found a sexual nirvana she had never believed she would reach. ""Promise me Simon that thou wilt visit me again.""
+He answered her in the flowery and courtly language that was customary in those days. ""Sweet lady how could I not visit thee again. Fair lady dost thou not realize 'tis thou who holds my heart captive.""
+Much later, when Simon returned to his rooms he grimaced as he removed his doublet. He had only purchased it new this Easter; and now the back panel of the garment had been rent into shreds, at the hands of Alice. Fortunately she had not wrenched apart the gold chain that suspended the ivory Talisman from his neck. Before he retired he wrote up his journal for the day. ""Did halek AB harumscarum plene et volenter""
+The next morning he was barely out of his bed before Alice Blague's maid was at the door.
+""I cannot see thy mistress today,"" Simon said, adding he had other patients to see and important business to conduct.
+The girl looked slyly at him. ""Doctor I am not here on my mistresses business, it is I who wishes to see thee.""
+""Call upon me later then. Canst thou not see that I am not as yet dressed?""
+The girl pushed past him. ""I do not wish to see thee dressed."" Once in the room she turned to Simon and embraced him. ""Sir thee may take me for a shameless doxy, but that is not my usual nature. I saw thee and my mistress. I saw a sight of great wonderment to one of my sex and station. I saw proof that a man can know the secrets of a woman's nature and bring to her fulfillment. Gentle doctor wilt thee do to me what thee didst to my mistress, bring to me such transports of joy?"" The maid's words tumbled out in a rush, when she had finished speaking her face was flushed. ""Sire thee must think me a bawdy mort.""
+Gently Simon took hold of her shoulders. ""If thou wishes to halek with me, then when in this chamber thou shouldst address me as thou or Simon, and not thee.""
+""Oh, sire! How can I be so familiar with one of your station?""
+""No! Not sire, but Simon. On the bed we are but one. Between thy legs is as the jewel of the highest lady in the land.""
+The maid gasped, fearfully looking about. ""Sire! Simon thou shouldst not say such things about our Sovereign lady.""
+""I trust thee. Thou wouldst not betray me for a silver purse. Now wench come lie upon my bed with me, and let us seek the source of our bodies more carnal delights.""
+""Thou art right I am a trusty wench who would never betray my friends. Not for gold nor carnal delights.""
+""And how art thou called trusty wench?""
+""Rose sir.""
+""Then come Rose let us make some sport and bring delight to one another."" He said kissing her hand.
+When he led her to the bed it had been Simon's intention to merely unpin Rose's kerchief to expose her breasts and lift her skirts to access her quim.
+Then it was as if the little figure whispered in his ear. Shock showed on Rose's face when he said to her. ""Let me remove every garment from thy body.""
+""Sire, 'tis cold.""
+""I shall warm thee. Come Rose, be a bawdy wench. Every stitch. My lewd imaginations shall warm us both."" As he spoke Simon began to unpin her kerchief. Below her breasts the simple dress was gathered by a draw-cord which Simon swiftly loosened.
+""Sire, is this not unnatural? Should we, sire?"" Rose protested as he pulled the garment over her head. Then Simon removed his own clothes and was soon naked save the ivory Talisman.
+When he pushed her back on the bed, Rose was in a state of shock. Like her mistress Rose was not inexperienced in sexual matters. However, never had she contemplated the idea of lying completely naked with a man. She could not recollect a time in her life when she had been completely nude.
+She had no time to think further before the doctor was parting her thighs. A tingling thrill swept through her body, masking all other thoughts. His digit was gently brushing against her clitoris. Deep in her belly she could feel a churning sensation and a wetness. She felt so liquid; so fluid, that she could easily have believed that he had discovered some untapped fount within her.
+When his strong fingers began to enter her, she could feel herself being opened. The cool air in the room fanned by the movement of his hands wafted over her hot sex. Nerve endings all over her body began to jangle when he fastened his lips upon her breast. Her mind became a labyrinth of turmoil within which she had one brief, rational thought. She could now understand why her mistress had been howling like a hound bitch in season. Then his actions swept her away into a world of ecstasy over which she had no control.
+She had just reached a heavy breathing pinnacle of delight when he lifted his hand from her quim, rolling her onto her stomach. Spreading her legs she squirmed, anticipating his obvious intention to enter her from the rear. Lifting the hair away from her neck, he began to lavish kisses on her nape. Trailing his tongue down her spine, he left a trail of slick saliva sending shivers through her body as his lips and tongue continued down, past her waist.
+When he did not touch her quim, Rose responded by moving her hips in a grinding motion. She brought a hand between her legs and began to masturbate. Simon watched. Never before had he seen a woman stimulate herself. In point of fact, he had not realized women masturbated. As he watched, the little ivory character seemed to grin at him as it danced a jig between her legs. The figure was so real to Simon that he fingered the Talisman to be certain it still hung from his neck. Watching the girl, he realized it was as if she was trying to climb over a high wall; climbing up until her fingers tantalizingly touched edge of the top, only to fall back.
+""Please sire I prey thou … canst thou do something? Oh, please, release me from this torment."" It seemed to her that an eternity had passed without him touching her.
+Simon had been extracting so much pleasure from observing the heights of Rose's lust that he had been unaware of his own physical need. Now her pleas drew his attention to his own desires. The lasciviousness of the situation had given him a rampant erection, his balls weighing heavily with unreleased fluids and his auto-stimulated pizzle pulsating.
+Simon turned Rose over onto her back, kneeling between her legs to enter her. A series of images flashed through his brain so vividly they could have been pictures in front of his eyes. The little ivory figure had not failed him so far. ""I want to try a novel way of doing it."" He said to the girl as he dismounted and lay back on the bed.
+""I will do as thou wills,"" said the bemused girl.
+""Get up. Mount me as a man would a steed, to ride astride.""
+Rose did as he had asked, first she was astride of his waist, but realizing his intentions she shuffled down so she was astride of his hips. ""Thou mean like thus?"" She asked lowering herself.
+Simon grasped his rampant pizzle, guiding it toward her dripping quim. His pizzle slid into her when she lowered herself.
+""Now Rose my sweet. Move up and down."" Grasping her hips, Simon guided the limits of her movement. ""Thou art a goodly wench."" Simon reached between her legs, fingering her clitoris.
+It took all Rose's concentration to maintain the motion. She felt her insides melt into liquidity that flowed out over his thighs and abdomen, certain the bed covers would be soaking wet. ""Sire thou makest a willing whore out of me. For thy touch I wouldst do all, and more to do whatever thou commandest.""
+""Fear not my sweet Rose I do not make a whore of thou, all I do is satisfy thy wanton lusts. As a man who knows, I can assure thee that no whore enjoys her trade, as thou dost enjoy thy sport."" Simon's eyes were fixed upon her breasts. As she moved up and down, her breasts bounced as if keeping time. His balls were aching, straining to cum, an impulse he was resisting by every trick of mind control he knew. If it had not been for the ivory figure he knew that he would have shot his load long before. Now it was a contest and he was fighting to avoid the figure's reproachful looks or wagging finger. Every time he seemed to be near cumming he clenched his buttocks, breathing in and held his breath, set himself to solving a mental puzzle. When the moment passed he would relax.
+Relief came when she said, ""Dear doctor, have mercy on me. I must stop, my legs are unused to this and my quim feels sorely abused.""
+At these words Simon jerked his hips up from the bed driving into her and splattering his hot seed deep within her. Feeling his cum she collapsed forward, lavishing kisses not only on his lips but all over his face.  
+""Oh my lover! Oh sire thou art truly the most wonderful man in London town - nay in the kingdom.""
+Simon held Rose in his arms soothing her until it was she who said. ""Oh, Sire, I have to go. My mistress will wonder where I am, and I have not completed the business she sent me about.""
+ ** _PART II_**
+By nature, both Alice Blague and her maid Rose were both gossips and braggarts, neither woman being able to resist describing her experience with Doctor Simon Forman. Both women told her female friends and acquaintances that Simon had taken her to peaks of delight she had never imagined was achievable with a man.
+In a baker's shop on Silver Street, the maid Rose, was overheard telling the baker's wife. ""I tellest thou true good-wife, he has a knowing art with a woman's body, I never thought to find such artifice in a man. He knew just the best fashion in which to stir my nubbin, bringing to me transports of delight. So long did I tarry that my mistress didst make to box my ears.""
+""And did she?"" asked the baker's wife eager for any tasty morsel of gossip.
+""Nay. I said that I wouldst tell the Dean of her adventures.""
+The baker's wife clicked her tongue, and shook her head in disapproval.
+The next day an unusual event occurred in the bakers shop. The baker's wife donned her cloak and left the apprentice, whom she usually called shiftless and lazy, to mind the shop. She made her way through the twisting alleys and narrow streets to Saint Botolphs. Although London had a large population, most Londoner's knew where everyone of note lived.
+As she got near the Stone House she slowed her pace, she did not want to be seen hurrying to see Doctor Forman, whom she had not previously consulted. Simon's servant, Stephen ushered the baker's wife into the room that served not only as Simon's consulting room, but also his study. Simon rose from his desk greeting the woman with a sketched bow.
+Once she had taken the seat he offered, the baker's wife looked around the room. The books and writing materials reassured her. Truly the doctor was a very well educated man; from the look of his library and his person she hazarded a guess that he would be renowned among his peers. An open door showed Simon's bedchamber. It was exactly as Mistress Blague's maid had described.
+""I asked my good lady how may I be of service to her."" A tone of exasperation had crept into Simon's voice.
+""Yes, sir. A customer of mine, the maid of mistress Blague, told me of a wondrous treatment thee didst prescribe for her.""
+'Damn these wenches who cannot hold their tongues,' Simon thought. He was beginning to regret his dalliance with Alice Blague and her maid. The baker's wife was the fourth woman that day, who directly or indirectly had asked for the same treatment as he had administered to Alice Blague and her maid Rose.
+""I cannot treat thee if I knowest not thy symptoms.""
+""Good doctor, if I may make free in my speech?"" The woman waited for a nod to continue. ""What ails me is not my sickness but my husband's. He is a good man who provides well for me, but he is afflicted by a spirit of lethargy, that on many occasions prevents him from discharging the duty that is surely every good wife's right. And when he does discharge this duty,"" she paused and looked about her as if to check no-one could overhear, ""He leaves me with an itch that is quite unsatisfied.""
+""Good lady I have no physic for the symptoms you describe.""
+""Doctor Forman, I implore you to do something. Alice Blague's maid told me that you relieved her itch most wonderfully.""
+Even as the woman spoke, Simon could feel the figure on the Talisman tickle his chest, as it began to dance. ""My dearest lady to relieve the itch you describe I must ask you to disrobe."" Seeing the look of surprise and horror on the woman's face he added, ""I can assure you that total nakedness is a part of the treatment, if thou wish thou may go and check with the maid."" As she was not the first to call upon his services that day, Simon was exhausted and hoped against hope that the woman would decide to leave.
+""Nay, Sir. I am here and I will do thy bidding.""
+Simon pointed towards the open doorway. ""Let us retire to my chamber, where we may make sport and sate thy lustful itch.""
+At Simon's invitation the baker's wife was into the bedchamber and divesting herself of her clothing, faster than a long-dog after a hare. By the time Simon bolted the door, the woman stood shivering, her arms wrapped around her body to shield her unaccustomed nakedness.
+""Pray, good lady, lower thine arms and disport to my eyes thy god given charms,"" Simon said as he began removing his shirt. When he was finished undressing, and stood naked but for the Talisman, he scrutinized the woman's ample body. He could see that she had certainly not stinted herself in sampling her husband's wares. Pendulous breasts drooped over a well-rounded belly, a belly that hung so as to shield her slit from sight. It was only when he laid her on the bed that he was afforded a view of her quim. Opening her legs he was surprised the labia were thin and mean, when compared with other women he had known. Her nubbin was not at all prominent, but instead was so small that at first Simon thought she did not have one.
+It was with his sense of touch rather than sight that he confirmed its existence. Relieved, he gently tapped the minuscule organ, her reaction proving that despite its size it responded to the same stimuli as larger, more prominent nubbin. As he tapped, she sighed, her orifice glistening as her fluids flowed. Her vagina was dilating, then contracting, then dilating again before going into a cycle of powerful contractions.
+Simon followed the dictates of his guide, the dancing figure. Every touch, every movement of his hand was as prescribed. As he pleasured the woman Simon made mental notes of what he did and the woman's reaction.
+The Baker's wife knew now that Alice Blague's maid had not exaggerated her description of Simon's skills. His hands played her body with the expertise of a court musician playing a lute. Gently his hands glided, barely touching her, caressing some parts. The insistent light tapping of his finger against her nubbin, like the secret tap of a lover at the bedroom window. The firm palm massage milking her to an orgasm solely by stimulating her mons. When he touched her breasts he kneaded them in the manner that her husband worked the dough. Spikes of pleasant pain jabbed through her body when he took her nipples, rolling them between his forefinger and thumb. Her womb tingled with prickly heat. It seemed that the fluids he drew from her should be boiling, such was the fire within her.
+She did not want what she was feeling to ever stop. She did not have the voice nor the words to convey what it was she felt, save the moments when fear swept in and her heart pounded as if it were an anvil being struck by the smith's hammer. When she closed her eyes, great arcs of lightning flashed in the darkness.
+""Sire, I beg thou delay no more! Please enter me now sir!"" He had lifted one of her heavy breasts, licking the sensitive underside. The tingling sensation was more than she could bear. ""Sire! Desist from what thou dost to me or I shall surely die!"" she screamed at Simon.
+Drumming her fists on his shoulder blades, the nearest part of him to her, only resulted in him pulling his hands away from her body. ""Sire! Please do something! Do not desist when I am in such great heat!""
+Without warning Simon plunged three fingers into her dilated quim, observing the strength of her vaginal muscles convulsively clamping around them so tightly he felt a mild degree of pain. 'Such a wondrous and powerful organ,' Simon mused, withdrawing his fingers and kneeling between her legs.
+For a big woman the baker's wife was amazingly agile. As Simon parted her labia and positioned his pizzle at the entrance of her vagina, she drew up her legs, clasping them around his waist. Holding him tightly she pulled him into her and using her legs she assumed control, dictating the speed and depths of his thrusts.
+Each time he felt the pleasant discomfort that is a precursor to ejaculation, Simon would draw in his perineum muscle, effectively stoppering the ejaculation. Despite the state of her arousal prior to his entering her, she was not able to cum. As his pizzle slid into and out of her vagina, Simon knew if he lay down with her astride him, he could diddle her nubbin but he wanted to find a different solution. Clearing his mind he conjured-up his little dancer, and quickly enough an image appeared.
+Hooking his arms behind her knees he pulled her legs up. She gasped when he forced her legs over until her feet touched the mattress each side of her head. He knew her quim would be spread, the labia parted like the wings of a butterfly. Instead of moving his hips in an up down motion he slid forward and back, his bristly pubic hair brushing across those sensitive areas he had exposed.
+The pleasure he induced made her oblivious to the pain of having her body compressed into an unaccustomed position. Even when cramp made her thigh feel as if it was in the grip of a steel claw, she was enjoying the sensation too much to ask him to stop.
+Then it happened. It was like an explosion. Her whole body heaved as a warm wet wave washed over her. When the doctor had made her cum with his hands she had thought it the peak of ecstasy, but this now far surpassed it. It took away her breath, she was sure that she felt her hammering heart pause and momentarily stop.
+Simon was equally shocked when at the crucial moment she had let out a piercing scream, breaking his concentration and boiling the seed from his swollen testes. He had barely an instant to gasp for breath when the baker's wife was greedy to once again taste the sweet fruit of passion. No sooner had Simon lowered her legs and withdrawn his limp pizzle, than she moved about in the bed began to lick it. Pulling back the foreskin she lightly played her tongue over the velvety glans. Then with his testes cupped in her hand, she took the entire length of his pizzle into her mouth. She was undaunted when he had not become instantly hard.
+Simon collapsed on his back and she lay curled up on the bed beside him, her head resting on his belly with his pizzle in her mouth. Gently she sucked until at last the faint stirrings became stronger. She gagged when Simon bucked his hips, driving his erect pizzle into her throat.
+She looked puzzled when Simon pulled her head away from his rampant pizzle and said. ""Kneel astride of me."" Once straddling him she was no longer mystified. Taking hold of his pizzle, she lowered herself onto it.
+""No stay upright,"" he said when she leaned towards him, assuming a position on all fours. As she moved herself so that her body was once more upright, she began moving up and down. Simon inserted a finger into her slick slit, massaging her nubbin, urging her to move faster and again she obeyed.
+Her whole body appeared to be in motion. Her big breasts bounced off her stomach, rising so it seemed as if they would fly over her shoulders. This time he did not have to hold back for her. With a victorious shout she announced that she had achieved her goal before him. Simon had to grasp her bucking hips to prevent her leaping from his pizzle at the same time, arching his back to drive deeper into her. She had cum for a second time before he came.
+Simon was not unhappy when soon after he had cum she pointed at the unshuttered window and said. ""Oh doctor! The light it is fading I must return home.""
+""Yes, good lady. Make haste, as nightfall is nigh.""
+After dressing, the baker's wife ran her fingers through her hair. As she pulled her cloak about her she said to him. ""May I consult with thee again?""
+""If thee wishes it so. Dost thou desire my man Stephen to escort thee to thy shop?"" Simon replied as he saw her through the door.
+ ** _PART III_**
+The baker's wife was not the last woman in search of sex who crossed the threshold of Doctor Simon Forman's home. When women gossiped, one of their favorite subjects was sex, those who knew him spoke of Simon's sexual prowess.
+Regardless of rank and station his fame became known from the meanest hovels outside the city walls in Southwark to the court of Queen Elizabeth. Sir John Hawkins's wife consulted Simon just before her husband and Drake set out on what was to become their final, fatal voyages. During the same period Rose Davis, the poor wife of an ordinary sailor in one of Drake's ships also consulted him.
+When women consulted him, they came not only to see a famous doctor, but also to see one of the foremost astrologers of the age. For from the time that he possessed the Talisman, his skills as a practitioner of both medicine and astrology underwent a miraculous improvement. His practice grew as his fame spread across the sexes.
+Wealthy ship-owners consulted him about the fate of their ships, merchants about business ventures, clergy and courtiers about promotions. Old and young, rich and poor flocked to his door.
+Soon he was able to afford the trappings of a gentleman, a horse and a sword for himself and a mount for his servant. He took to signing his letters Simon Forman gent, a major step, which was not taken lightly in those class- conscious times.
+It would appear that the Talisman protected Simon from coming to any harm at the hands of jealous husbands. From his extensive records it is apparent that there was little secretive about his relationship with Avis Allen, who's husband Edward owned ""The Ship"" in Thames Street. Yet it is also a matter of record that not only did Edward consult Simon in a professional capacity but he also socialized with him. Alice Blague's husband, the Dean of Rochester, also consulted with Simon almost constantly posing questions about his prospects for advancement. The cleric also socialized with Simon.
+By 1599, six years after he had received the Talisman, Simon was affluent enough to marry a woman who came from a landed family, the niece of a knight. However marriage did not stop Simon from carrying out his mission of teaching women how to appreciate the joys of sex.
+Even a member of the all-powerful Cecil family, Lady Norris, a noted hypochondriac, consulted Simon. As also did Lady Frances Howard the wealthy nineteen-year-old widow of a City of London Alderman, who was to marry the Earl of Hertford and then upon his demise, King James VI/I's cousin the Duke of Lennox.
+For a long time the only protection the Talisman appeared unable to give to Simon, was shielding him from the wrath of the Doctors and Barber Surgeons. Time after time despite his growing wealth and fame, or perhaps because of it, he was committed to prison.
+Eventually in 1603 he gained some immunity when he was awarded a license to practice medicine from Cambridge University. This was awarded on the basis of 'long exercise and experience'. One of his sponsors was Thomas Grimston, physician to Queen Elizabeth and after her death to King James.
+During the Plague years Shakespeare had penned his sonnet to the Dark Lady, who has been identified as Emilia Lannier, former mistress of the Lord Chancellor. Four years later in 1597 Simon, who was an inveterate theatergoer, brushed past the shadow of William Shakespeare. Emilia Lannier came to consult him about her husband's fate, much the same question as Lady Hawking and Rose Davis had posed. Simon never a man to miss an opportunity, took every chance to relieve Emilia's loneliness.
+Despite both having married, Simon remained her friend and confidant. In 1609 she felt slighted when Shakespeare's Sonnets were published. As Simon was a remarkable character whose success can be ascribed to the Talisman, so Emilia was also notable. This one time courtesan and mistress who lived by using her sex, in 1611 underwent a fundamental change and published a volume of poetry ""Salve Deus Rex Judaecorum"". Some see this as a reply to the implied slanders of the Sonnets and others see this as the first feminist publication.
+On Sunday the fourth of September 1611, Simon was seated at the table eating supper with his wife and son. Familiarity breeding contempt, whilst other women were overawed by Simon's powers his wife Anne was not. ""Simon, tell me if thou has so much revealed when thou casts and scryes, dost thou also not know whether it will be the man or his good wife who wilt die first?""
+""And if I knew Tronco wouldst thou really want to know?"" Simon laughed for they had shared this conversation many times.
+""Simon! Tell me no lies. Shall I bury you, or no?""
+Even as she asked the question Simon felt the Talisman stir. The words tumbled out. ""Oh, Tronco, thou wilt bury me, but thou wilt much repent it.""
+Anne did not seem to grasp the import of his words. ""Yea how long first?""
+The figure was dancing in front of his eyes, the words that passed his lips were not of his choosing. ""I shall die ere Thursday night.""
+Simon took note of the warning, and put his affairs in order. In his will he left his papers and books to his friend Doctor Napier another practitioner of the occult arts. To his wife and son he left the not inconsiderable fortune of £12000.
+Late on Tuesday afternoon Simon took a boat from the steps on the upriver side of London Bridge. ""Take me to Putney."" He instructed the waterman before huddling down into the stern seat of the boat. Usually Simon would have carried on a lively conversation with the boatman, but today he wanted to be alone with his thoughts. The cloak he kept wrapped around himself not only excluded the cold east wind, but also shut out the world. He knew that he was fallible, he had made predictions before that for various reasons had not come to fruition, he hoped he was wrong this time. But within himself he was sure that on Thursday he would meet his death.
+Landing in Putney he made his way to the house where Emilia had her lodgings. ""I am sorry sir but my mistress is not receiving any visitors."" Her maid had said when he enquired if he might see her.
+""Wench return to thy mistress and tell her 'tis Doctor Simon Forman who wishes to converse with her.""
+When the maid returned to the door she swung it open. ""Sire, my mistress will see thee in her chamber.""
+""Simon pray be seated, the wench will bring us some wine."" Emilia said to him with the easy familiarity of an old friend. It was only when the maid had brought the wine and had withdrawn from the chamber that Emelia asked the question she had wanted answered since Simon's unannounced arrival. ""Well good sire what is it that brings thee to see me. In all the years of our acquaintance thou hast never once ventured to my door unbidden.""
+""I brought this for thee.""
+""Your Talisman, the familiar, the power through which thou dost thy work. Why thou hast always said twould be only in death that thou wouldst relinquish it.""
+""Fear not I am not yet a ghost, but 'ere the week is out I fear I shall be.""
+""Art thou ill?""
+""Nay my fair lady naught of great import ails me, only the aches and pains one of my years must expect. But this Sunday last, as I jested with Tronco I received a premonition of my death, I assure thee that on Friday thou wilt hear news of my demise.""
+""Why dost thou bring to me this bequest? What of your other friends, should it not be in their safe keeping?""
+""Emilia, I must hand this to someone who understands the power of this Talisman, and thou art the only one, apart from myself who has touched the medallion and has unprompted, discerned its inherent power.""
+""Simon, how do I use it? To what purpose am I meant to employ it?""
+""Fair Emilia the answer to your questions I do not possess. For an answer you will have to consult with the Talisman."" He said taking the medallion from his neck and holding out it to her.  
+""Nay Simon do not remove it yet."" When he had replaced it around his neck she rose from her seat. ""Come with me to my bedchamber and let us for a last time, if fate wills it to be a last time, couple in thy delightful manner."" She held out her hand, and when he was on his feet led him to her bedchamber.
+In the bedchamber Emelia allowed Simon to unpin her kerchief, revealing her breasts. Her olive skin, making a striking contrast with the pale golden yellow of her gown. Swiftly she loosened the tie at her waist and removed the simple dress.
+Naked she unlaced the fastening of his doublet and cast it to the floor, her nimble fingers expertly loosened his breeches. Like a pair of children they dived onto the bed as soon as he was naked. To exclude the draughts Emilia pulled closed the bed's heavy drapes.
+They lay in one another's arms as they allowed their eyes to become accustomed to the semi darkness. Then Simon took one of her nipples into his mouth and began to gently suckle on it whilst moving his tongue in a circular motion over its hardening surface.
+She felt the familiar tingles flowing through her body down towards the seat of her moistening sex. ""Oh Simon what a loss to womanhood thou death will be. At this moment I would wish to die in bliss with thee.""
+She groaned and parted her legs as his fingers began to explore her wet slit. Then his fingers found their goal and he began to toy with her aroused nubbin. She spread her legs wider when he began to slip two fingers inside her.
+Relinquishing her nipple he began to kiss and lick his way down her body over her stomach, briefly pausing his journey to toy with her belly button before resuming until he was met by the dense, dark forest of her fleece. She was taken by surprise, when instead of halting at this point, as he always had in the past, he moved along the edge of the hair then down along the crease that delineated the join of her thigh and rounded belly.
+It was like a Royal fireworks display, when he parted her legs and dived between them. She thrashed and writhed ecstatically on the mattress, in her head she could see shooting stars and hear the heavy crump of cannon as he sucked her nubbin between his lips.
+For the first time and the last time in his life Simon obeyed a dictate of the Talisman he had previously ignored, never before had he put his lips to a woman's sex. Smelling the faint muskiness, tasting the sweetness of the juices that flowed from her he regretted his previous temerity. He rubbed his tongue over her nubbin, in response her hips heaved convulsively.
+At very moment at the peak of her ecstasy Emilia Lannier wished she could die. She would have died gladly, if she could take into eternity with her the feelings she had at that very moment. Without any stimulation her nipples were tingling. From her waist down her body felt hot and wet. Muscles deep within her went into spasms, clutching at nothing more tangible than a pleasurable sensation.
+Simon guided by the two figures from the Talisman, who danced before his eyes, was on a final voyage into the unknown. He had always abhorred the practice of Sodomy yet now he was pressing his forefinger, which was coated in her juices against the red-ochre rosebud that guarded the forbidden portal. With a little pressure the bud flowered admitting his finger.
+She gasped with pleasure, pain and most of all with surprise, when he inserted a second finger into that place he had previously refused to so much as touch.
+""Oh dear Simon,"" she murmured as her fingers entangled themselves in his thick curly hair. ""Thou art truly the best lover any woman will ever know.""
+Simon did not stop sucking on her nubbin as he moved his fingers in and out of her. Before his eyes he could see the oily juices welling from her vagina. He savored the smell of her aroused body, and in a brief thought regretted that he had not done this before.
+""Dearest Simon enter me now, I want to feel you deep inside me, to feel the warmth of your essence.""
+Reluctantly Simon relinquished her nubbin and withdrew his fingers from her anus. Then he began to kiss her belly, slowly he worked his way up her body, lavishing kisses upon her nut-brown skin until once again his lips had reached the underside of her rounded breast. Looking at her Simon thought she was as beautiful in her forty-first year as she had been when he had first known her as a young woman of twenty-seven, but it was her intelligence and independence that he admired the most.
+It was when Simon was kneeling about to get between her legs that Emilia made her request. ""Simon would thou experiment further?""
+One of his eyebrows raised quizzically. ""What dost thou have in mind.""
+""Enter me by the portal where thy fingers played so sweetly.""
+""Thou wantest me to sodomize thee?""
+""Sweet Simon art thou shocked? Dost the master in the arts amore act like some narrow minded bigot and decry that, that he has never tried?""
+""Tis true I have never indulged in sodomy.""
+""Then dear Simon try it now with me, if not for thy sake for mine."" She rolled onto her stomach and raised herself onto all fours. ""See when thou enters me thou canst grasp my dugs.""
+""Sweeter, better molded dugs I have never known.""
+""Use a little spittle to ease thy way."" She instructed as she felt his pizzle butting blindly against her sphincter.
+Simon spat on his hand, smeared the spittle over the head of his pizzle and anointed the rosebud of her anus. Positioning the head against her anus he thrust with his hips, suddenly the resistance gave way. He was surprised at how easily the engorged head slid into her.
+""Still thy movements a moment Simon. Wait whilst my body adjusts to thy presence."" She said, knowing from experience that the feeling of discomfort would soon pass. Thrilling sensations tingled through her caused by Simon toying with her nipples and kneading her breasts. She could feel her sphincter relaxing as it accommodated his tool. ""Now dear Simon drive it home with a will!""
+As Simon thrust his hips forwards he experienced a sensation he had never known before. It felt as if he was pushing his pizzle into a warm, moist, tight fitting velvet glove that clung to the entire length of his tool. As he pulled back he felt the same delightful sensation. Thrusting in once again, he regretted that he had always rejected this delightful way of having sex.
+As Simon's thrusting settled into a rhythm, his tool pushing deep into her, Emelia could feel tingling run along her spine where the Talisman trailed along her back. ""Harder dearest, harder!"" Emilia whimpered as orgasm after orgasm wrenched themselves from her body in quicker and quicker succession until they merged into one, and she felt as if her body was a formless mass of wet flowing ecstasy. Her only link that she was made of flesh was the pressure of Simon's hands and strong fingers on her breasts.
+His testes throbbed and tightened drawing up into his body. Using his practiced techniques of mind control he did not allow himself to ejaculate, whilst enjoying the mental joys of multiple orgasms.
+Her breasts ached with the punishing manipulation to which they had been subjected. But it was only when she began to feel sore that she said. ""Enough Simon please let thy self cum."" She felt his hot sticky fluids spurting into her bowel.
+Without him withdrawing she slowly lowered herself and he shadowed her movements, until she lay face down on the bed, pressed onto the mattress by his body. Carefully they moved as one, turning so they lay like spoons. ""Well didst thou enjoy it?"" Emelia asked him.
+""So much so, I rue not having indulged in sodomy before. I could kick myself for a fool, I should have known that an act the church decrees a sin would be a sweet sport.""
+""Couldst thou go again this instant?""
+""Nay I fear not! Not now fair lady, for with thy sweet ass thou hast squeezed my pizzle as dry as an old bone.""
+""That is all to the well my dear, for thou hast left my arse as raw as meat on the butcher's shambles.""
+""Then both our lusts are sated?""
+""My lusts are truly satisfied, but then thou hast never left me with any carnal desire of mine not satisfied.""
+""Emilia satisfying thy desires has always been a pleasure."" Once again he took the Talisman from around his neck. ""And now thou must accept this gift.""
+""Oh Simon if thou insists I shalt keep it safe for thee, but if on Friday thou art still alive I insist that thou takest it back.""
+She did not bow her head for him to put it around her neck until he said, ""on my oath if I live and am well I wilt take it back.""
+Soon after Emilia rose from her bed and drew back the drapes. In the late afternoon sunlight, that streamed through the window, the white ivory Talisman glowed against her dark skin. Simon dressed and bade her farewell.
+On Thursday after eating his dinner he thought the danger had passed. He left the house to conduct some business in Southwark. He was crossing the Thames in a rowing boat when, according to the boatmen he clutched his side. Moments later he was dead."
+297,Talisman Ch. 3: Kate,mlyn,Chain Stories,2002-07-05,2002-07-05,2022-01-08 03:54:24,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/talisman-ch-3-kate,Gypsy woman give the Talisman to Kate.,"['Gypsy Woman', 'John Released', 'Kate Finally', 'Kate Nodded', 'Medallion', 'Riding Jacket', 'Sister Brother-In-Law', 'Velvet Cloth', 'Woman Kate']",4.4,"Kate was tired and frustrated as she wandered through the market place. She didn't really want anything nor did she really need either. But when her sister had said she was coming to town, Kate had decided to tag along. Yet everywhere she looked, it appeared that all of the street vendors were selling the same items. Turning to speak to her sister, Kate was surprised to find they'd gotten separated in the crowd. Quickly deciding to continue in the direction they had started, Kate knew they would meet eventually.
+Several minutes later, as she was looking at some unusually made chairs, a couple of young boys, obviously bent on mayhem, rushed past her. Unaware that she had been spun around completely, Kate continued down the long aisle of sellers. Slowly she noticed that the sellers had changed, as had their wares. Somehow, Kate had gotten off into a different branch of the street fair and was now surrounded by less reputable business people. Realizing what had happened, she turned to go back when a soft, elderly voice caught her attention.
+""Over here, pretty lady, if you are looking for something that is truly rare and unusual.""
+Kate found herself looking into the wrinkled face of a very old woman. Her hair was long, gray and wavy. Her clothing was brightly colored fabrics, very exotic in nature. Kate realized with a start of surprise that the woman was a gypsy! She came to stand in front of the old woman's stand. Her feet had moved on their own accord, because her brain had been telling her to get out of there now!
+""Are you married, pretty lady?"" The old gypsy woman asked. Kate shook her head no. You would think that at the ripe old age of 25, Kate would have accepted and grown used to the fact that she officially considered an ""old maid."" She'd been on the shelf so long, parts of her had collected dust! But gypsy woman merely nodded and smiled. ""I have just what you need then, miss. Come closer because we must be very careful that no one else sees this very valuable item.""
+Kate came around the stand and approached gingerly. Watching the old woman, she opened a large chest at her feet and pulled from within a small item wrapped in an old velvet cloth. ""For just one pound this exquisite good luck piece will be yours."" Slowly folding back the edges of the cloth, the gypsy revealed a tarnished box. Opening the box, but only enough to give Kate a glimpse of the inside, the old woman added, ""Inside is a pretty charm for you to wear around your neck. This will bring you good fortune, pretty lady. For just one pound you can have this wonderful necklace.""
+Something stopped Kate from just walking away. Ignoring her common sense, Kate stroked her fingers over the tarnished metal. ""For the box and the necklace, one pound.""
+Cackling, and then coughing, the old woman smiled at Kate. ""You are thrifty as well as pretty. Very well, for one pound.""
+Kate paid the money, already hearing what her sister and brother-in-law would say if they could see her now. Accepting the box, covered again in the cloth, Kate nodded and thanked the gypsy. She had tucked the box in the crook of arm when she thought of a question to ask the old woman. Turning to walk back, she stopped abruptly. Kate was sure that was the direction she had come from, but there was no sign of the woman, or her small stand. Slowly, Kate turned in a complete circle, scanning the crowd and the merchants, but nowhere could she see the wizened old woman. A breeze seemed to blow out of nothing, and it caused Kate to shiver. Holding her reticule and the box close to her body, Kate hurried back towards the entrance of the shopping fair. She was out of breath when she saw her beautiful blond sister looking all around.
+""Over here, Amelia!"" Kate called out to her sister, waving her arm. Immediately she saw the frustrated look appear as the younger woman saw her.
+""Kate! Where have you been? Why didn't you stay by my side? You don't know your way around here yet. Now, hurry, or we'll be back late for tea! You know how upset Howard gets when his tea is delayed.""
+Kate stayed silent through out the carriage ride back to her sister's home. Her younger sister had married a well-to-do baronet her first year out and moved to live in the modest family seat in Northumberland. Only a year apart, they were night and day in both looks and personality. Amelia, whose blond and blue-eyes loveliness had attracted many suitors, had a fairly angelic disposition to match her looks. And Kate was more robust, as evidenced in her strong body, freckled skin from repeated exposure to the sun. Her reddish brown hair seldom behaved, often escaping to form wild little curls around her face and neck.
+Even though Kate remained quiet, she did have to listen to Amelia carry on about the dangers of the city (despite it being a small village.) Her mind wandered as her sister rattled on. It had been nearly three months since she had come to live with her sister and brother-in-law following the death of the maiden aunt who had cared for them since the deaths of their parents when they were young children. Amelia had insisted that Kate come and live with them. It wasn't at all seemly for an unmarried woman of Kate's age to be living alone in London. Kate had finally given in and moved in to an empty guest room.
+Kate excused herself the minute the carriage stopped and hurried up to her room. She set the velvet cloth on her bed and put away her things. Starting to move towards the bed, a knock on her door stopped her. ""Yes?"" she called out.
+Amelia opened her sister's bedroom door. ""We need to dress for dinner, Kate. Howard has invited the man who purchased the horse breeding property next to ours. I've ordered bath water up for us both, so hurry!""
+Kate turned from the door in frustration. Before she could more than stamp her foot in frustration, a knock on the door again signaled the arrival of the water. Once the tub was full of hot water, Kate stripped her clothes off. She started to climb in when in the corner of her eye she saw the cloth on her bed. Walking to the bed, she uncovered the box and opened it. She reached in and pulled out the golden necklace. The chain was golden and woven of intricate strands. Most interesting was the medallion that hung from the chain. It was a carved piece of what she guessed was ivory, but it was also quite dirty. Seeing that the chain had no clasp, and was itself woven in and around the holes that surrounded the rim of the medallion. Sighing, Kate lifted the necklace and settled it around her neck. She walked to the tub and climbed in.
+Sitting in the steamy water, Kate drew her knees up to her chest. She couldn't explain why she felt the need to wrap her arms around her legs in a protective gesture. Finally, she lifted the lavender scented soap and began washing her body. She wet her hair and washed it as well. She would dry as much as possible, but she felt the need to wash all the grime from her skin. Kate washed her body using the sponge, unaware that she was moving more slowly and deliberately. She soaped the medallion and worked for several minutes to wash the grime from the intricate carved figures. Eventually she made out the figure of a woman, dancing. She couldn't be sure, but she thought it looked Hindu or Buddhist in design. Turning it over was the fierce looking figure of a man.
+Climbing from the tub, Kate wrapped a towel around her wet hair. The ivory medallion rested against her damp skin, nestling just above her breasts, flat against her skin. Instead of immediately pulling her robe on, Kate dried her skin and then moved over to her vanity. Languidly, she took the time to rub a sweet smelling cream into her skin. Her hands seemed to be caressing her own skin as she rubbed the cream in thoroughly. Almost unaware, Kate took quite a long time to rub the cream into her round, full breasts.
+A knock on the door alerted Kate to the fact that she was late. Shaking her head to clear the fog, she combed her wet hair and folded it tightly into an unattractive bun at the nap of her neck. She dressed in a simple dress with a rounded neckline. Slipping on half stockings and shoes, she hurried down the stairs. Voices could be heard in the sitting room, so Kate walked in that direction. Inside the room, Kate immediately saw her sister on the sofa, sipping sherry. Howard was standing at the mantle above the fireplace. Both were looking at their visitor.
+Kate turned also and felt her breath catch in her throat. Their visitor was a man in his thirties, dark haired, tall and looked very fit beneath his stylish clothing. As Kate's heart began fluttering in her chest, she was dimly aware of the man's deep laugh in response to something Amelia had said. And then, his head turned in Kate's direction. His midnight black eyes met her hazel ones and the smile faded from his attractive, tanned face. Amelia and Howard noticed that their visitor's attention had strayed and turned towards the door as well. Amelia spoke first.
+""Come in, Kate, and meet our new neighbor.""
+Kate walked towards the fireplace where the others were seated or standing. Over the roaring in her ears, Kate heard Howard introducing the visitor.
+""Lord Carstairs allow me to present my sister-in-law Miss Katherine Bannister.""
+Kate curtsied, as was the custom, but his lordship extended his hand towards her, so she was compelled to take it. Suddenly her breathing became constricted as Lord Carstairs bent low over her hand, kissing it. To one side, Amelia gasped in surprise at the continental greeting of her sister. Kate had never received any offers during her season in London. Nor, as the years passed, did she ever receive any callers or invitations to ride in the park with a gentleman. To see this wealthy, and immensely attractive lord of the realm seemingly entranced by her plain sister was more than startling to Amelia.
+Kate was just as stunned. Her heart was still hammering wildly in her chest while her breathing was rapid and shallow. Her skin was flushed and she getting some very strange feelings in lower belly and her womanly flesh. She assumed that she was getting sick, since she knew of no other explanation for these feelings. And all the while, the ivory medallion rested between her breasts. It was strange to Kate, but she was intensely aware of the cool ivory against her skin.
+As the evening wore on, Lord John Carstairs flirted almost shamelessly with Kate. On one level, the usually reserved Marquis was astonished by his own behavior. He was noted for his character, and had never been involved in any kind of scandal. He had been a serious and studious boy, and then young man. Even after he had inherited his title, his behavior and lifestyle had not changed greatly. He enjoyed filling his hours with his various studies, and his love of horses. There was no great pressure, in his opinion anyway, to marry and sire an heir, since he had a younger brother who was already married and had fathered two sons and a daughter! So why he was paying so much attention, and actually flirting with the rather plain, auburn haired woman made even less sense to him.
+It was nearly time for Lord Carstairs to leave, when he suddenly turned to Kate and invited her to go riding with him the next day. He even added that he would bring a picnic basket. Kate argued with herself, offering several good reasons to decline. And yet, she heard her voice agreeing to the outing!
+*** Kate's mare was saddled and waiting for her at the stables. She was seated on the sofa in the morning parlor, watching Amelia pacing back and forth.
+""I can't believe that you accepted this invitation Kate! You only just met the man last evening.""
+""And what is different from meeting a gentleman in London at a soiree or the theatre, and going riding the next in the park?""
+Amelia glared at her older sister, wanting to disparage her logic, but not coming up with a good way to do so. ""What if he tries to take advantage of you?""
+Kate couldn't help but feel a frisson of desire shoot through her body at her sister's words. But her well-ingrained common sense spoke louder. ""Really, Amelia, I seriously doubt that he would even consider it. After all, he is a marquis!""
+Both women turned as the footman announced his lordship's arrival at the front door. Kate had asked to be notified as he approached so that he wouldn't have to dismount and face her sister's interrogation. Kate jumped up eagerly. ""Thank you, Peter. I'll see you later, Amelia. And get some rest and don't worry! Remember it isn't good for the baby."" Kate reminded her sister, knowing that would get her attention. Amelia had given birth to perfect blond replicas of herself so far, and she and Howard were hoping for a son this time.
+Kate reached the front steps just as the marquis approached. She saw him smile when he saw her. ""Good morning, Lord Carstairs,"" Kate greeted him.
+John nodded as he pulled on his high-spirited stallion's reins. ""Good morning, Miss Bannister."" He stopped as one of Howard's stable boys approached with Kate's mare. He placed the mounting block, and Kate lithely vaulted onto the sidesaddle, quickly arranging her riding skirt. Kate thanked the boy, and turned her mount to follow his lordship. As she rode, she became intensely aware once again of the ivory medallion dangling at the cleft of her breasts. There seemed to almost be warmth rising from the medallion, but that didn't make any sense at all.
+After riding for nearly an hour, with only desultory conversation, John suggested stopping beside a stream. He was surprised that when he turned to assist his companion, she had already hopped down and was tethering her mare. He tossed a blanket onto a grassy section that was partially in sunlight and shade. After placing the basket down, he went to offer assistance to Kate, but found that she once again had not waited, but had removed her short-waisted riding jacket and taken a seat on the blanket. John removed his own jacket, to be comfortable, but stopped abruptly when he went to sit down. He'd deny that he'd looked, but to be honest, he was as red-blooded as any Englishman! And when offered a glimpse of a female bosom, he wouldn't turn away.
+Kate had worn a scoop-necked blouse that showed her impressive cleavage, and also allowed him to see the unusual necklace she was wearing. John came down on one knee beside Kate, ignoring her startled look; he reached out and lifted the medallion. His fingers brushed against her skin and Kate gasped in surprise. But she didn't scream in outrage at this obvious intrusion and social faux pas. Instead Kate was overwhelmed by the feeling of John's warm fingers resting against the soft flesh of her left breast. She felt warm, knew her face had to be flushed a bright pink and couldn't ignore the need to press her hand more fully against her breast.
+John was looking at the medallion, turning it over to see the opposite side. He looked up and her lovely hazel-colored eyes snagged his eyes. ""Uhh..."" John had to clear his throat before he could go on. ""This is a very interesting medallion, Miss Bannister."" And then it dawned on him how silly it sounded to call her so formally while his hand was in such intimate contact with her entrancing bosom. ""May I call you Kate?""
+Kate nodded, and forced herself to say something. ""Yes, Lord Carstairs.""
+John smiled and then did something that caused him to question his own sanity. He allowed his hand to lower slightly until it rested more fully against Kate's lovely breast. And if that wasn't bad enough, he actually rubbed his fingers back and forth, savoring the warm softness of her flesh. ""Please, call me John.""
+Kate had to fight the overwhelming urge to push her breast more fully against his hand. And in her mind, she envisioned his hand suddenly dropping the medallion. But instead of deserting her needy flesh, his hand turned and cupped her large breast. In her imagination, she could see, and almost feel his hand massaging her bosom eagerly. Closing her eyes briefly, she struggled to remember what was right and wrong. ""I just bought it yesterday.""
+John reluctantly released the medallion. ""Really? Do you know anything about its history?""
+Kate shook her head, watching as John sat down facing her. ""No. I bought it from a rather odd looking gypsy woman at the market yesterday."" Her eyes seemed unable to move away from his all of a sudden. And then it was if someone else was speaking for her. ""It feels strange, since I put it on.""
+John let his eyes move down to the medallion. ""Perhaps it has some unusual history attached to it.""
+Kate swallowed hard. Feeling John's eyes on her breasts, or the medallion, was making her dizzy, warm and aroused. She had to fight the urge to throw herself into his arms, pressing kisses all over him. In the next instant, an embarrassed flush stained her cheeks. It didn't make any sense!
+""If you would like, we could go to my home. I have a pretty extensive library. Perhaps we could do some research into the figures on the medallion.""
+Kate nodded her head yes vigorously. She couldn't shake the ominous feeling that if she stayed here, so close to his lordship that she was going to do something that she would really hate herself for later!
+*** Kate came running down the stairs at her sister's the next afternoon. She had agreed to meet John at his home today. They had spent several hours yesterday, muddling through book after book, trying to discover some information about the unusual medallion. Kate had finally sat down and sketched the front and back of the medallion to leave with John, so he could continue researching. She couldn't explain why she had not wanted to leave the medallion behind. But even as the thought had formed in her consciousness, her body had rebelled at being separated from the medallion. Of course, it didn't make any sense, but she had still left wearing the ivory medallion around her neck.
+Kate happily managed to leave the house without running into her sister or her brother-in-law. She did leave a message for Amelia with the footman, Peter, should she inquire on her sister's whereabouts. Riding her mare, Kate reached Lord Carstairs home in twenty minutes. Even as she dismounted she told herself it was foolhardy to be coming to a single gentleman's home with proper chaperoning. Granted that she was no longer a young debutante, living in London, whose reputation could so easily be tarnished. But even in the wilds of Northumberland, people loved to gossip! And she should think about Amelia and Howard, and how her actions might affect them.
+John suddenly appeared at his front door, smiling at Kate. One of his stable hands was already running in her direction, to help her dismount. To leave now would appear as if she was running away...
+""Hello, Kate! It is so nice to see you again. I made a lot of progress after you left yesterday, and I've had a nice afternoon tea prepared for us.""
+Kate dismounted and walked up the stone steps. ""Oh really? That sounds wonderful, Lord Carstairs.""
+John reached and lightly touched his finger to Kate's lips. Immediately he felt heat zinging up his arm, along his nerve endings. He had spent most of last night thinking, pondering and generally not understanding the strong physical attraction he was feeling for this woman he had just met! It didn't make sense. Certainly he had never been a rakehell with the ladies, but he had never lacked for female companionship either. So why he was feeling so strongly attracted to this woman made no sense! She was no great beauty, although her face was pleasing, and her eyes a lovely shade of hazel. And her lips were full, soft and a luscious shade of mauve. But why was he so aroused when he was near her? Why did he have to keep fighting the need to just reach out and caress her petal soft skin? Why had he lain awake most of night, imagining and wondering if Kate's nipples were the same color as her lips?  
+And so, after an extremely restless night, he watched as Kate lightly ran up the steps towards him. Her hair was down today, and the natural curls bounced and shone in the sunlight as she came towards him. It was like a punch to his gut! He wanted to bury himself in her sweet, soft body. The need to pleasure her until she cried out his name in passionate release was becoming overwhelming and mind consuming. And as she stopped by his side, John noticed the lovely cleavage revealed by her low-cut riding jacket. He had to clear his throat before he could speak.
+""Let's go inside, Kate. I think you will find some of my findings very interesting.""
+John gestured to the sofa in his library for Kate to be seated. He returned a few moments later with several heavy books. ""The medallion is made of Ivory, to be that finely carved and detailed. I believe the figures are Shakti and Shiva. If we were in London, we could find out a great deal more. Shakti is a goddess, and believed inseparable from Shiva, something of a male god counterpart.""
+Kate leaned closer to John, looking at the picture in the book. The female in the picture very closely resembled the woman carved on her medallion. She inhaled and felt every hair on her neck stand up as she breathed in John's male scent. Her reaction was to take an even deeper breath. She tried to focus on what John was saying.
+""Shakti is the nurturer, and some cults worshipped her as the goddess of love."" John turned his head to glance at Kate, but his gaze clung to hers. ""Some believed that she had powers over sexual desire, and could perhaps influence procreation."" He moved his hand and curled it around Kate’s that was still holding the medallion. Immediately John felt arousal and desire surge through his body for this woman he hardly knew. His voice was hoarse as he continued. ""The medallion could even be a talisman, which believers thought could then influence the wearer.""
+Kate nodded her head and was still unable to look away from John's intense face. The books slid from John's grasp, but neither noticed nor cared. And then his hand tightened around hers, and he put pressure on the necklace, using it to pull Kate closer to him. In less than a few moments, their lips were less than an inch apart. Almost simultaneously, both of their hands tightened around the ivory medallion. They each felt heat and it seemed to be emanating from the medallion. Kate moved at the same time as John and their lips met.
+John released the medallion first, sliding his arms around Kate. He pulled her closer as his mouth pressed more firmly against hers. Kate parted her lips, acting on instinct. She felt hot, breathless and dizzy. She wanted more... but she wasn't completely sure about what she did want. When John's hands moved, shifting her body, she followed his direction. Kate was eager for John's kisses and his caresses. He moved his hand, starting to release buttons and shift clothing. Kate released her hold on the medallion. It fell against her smooth, pale skin as John bared her breasts. His groan was loud and tense in the quiet of the room. It was cut short as he enveloped her nipple with his mouth, sucking the already aroused and distended bud deeply inside.
+Kate tried to lift her arms, but the dress prevented her from moving. The shoulders had been shoved down, and held her arms tight, just above the elbows. She sighed and let the sensual heat his mouth was arousing sweep through her. As she felt his hand pulling her skirt upwards, she shifted her legs. One tiny part of her brain told her to stop him, but she was being overwhelmed by heat, and arousing sensation. And ever since she'd met John, she had felt burning needs she had never experienced before, let alone even knew such deep needs existed.
+The next moment, she felt his hand on her womanly mound, exploring and seeking between her wet folds of skin. John lifted his head to watch Kate's face as he discovered her center of pleasure. His finger pressed lightly, not sure how she would respond, or the level of her experience.
+""Oh my God!"" Kate cried out as she felt nerves and reactions she had only felt by accident a few times, and then fought the urge to explore further. Suddenly she knew what the books had been talking about when they spoke of hunger and need for another. Deep desires were rising inside her as her hips jerked upwards in response.
+John smiled gently, and began to stroke and press the tiny, tender nubbin of flesh. He lowered his head once again, until he could kiss and suckle at her plump breasts. After a few moments, he began sucking and stroking her with the same rhythm. Kate was unable to resist, not that she wanted to. Her orgasm shook her to her core. The passion and heat swamped her senses as she cried out. John slipped two fingers into her womanly channel, and began gently stretching and preparing the way. He didn't want to hurt her as he took her maidenhead. If he'd had any doubts as to her virginity, the surprise on her face as her body responded revealed the truth.
+Kate slowly became aware of john's fingers inside her body. They were moving, wiggling and pressing outward, from the inside. After several minutes, John shifted his thumb back to her clit. As he aroused her again, his fingers inside her became three and began stretching her more vigorously. Kate had tears streaming down her cheeks as her second orgasm swept through her. John continued to move his fingers, looking for a special place inside her body. He wasn't proud of the knowledge that had come from a prostitute, but it had enabled him to become a much better lover. John wanted to please a woman when they made love. Finding the one, special place ensured it.
+Kate felt the tears on her face, as her body became John's to manipulate as he saw fit. She felt boneless, and unable to move or stop him. Of course, she had no desire to stop him. It was too late to turn back. As her body settled back down after her second climax, she became aware of his probing and searching fingers. With complete and total shock, she felt John's success a moment before he was aware of it. She was unable to prevent the screaming cry that erupted from her throat.
+""Aaaarrrgghhhhh! What...?""
+John looked up into her face as he continued to press and work the spongy flesh with his fingers. ""Let go, my love,"" he whispered to her softly. ""Give into the passion, Kate!""
+Kate felt the heat of the medallion suddenly on her chest, just above her heart. It didn't make any sense, but that didn't matter. Her body slammed into her third orgasm, and the most intense so far. Kate was only partly aware of John withdrawing his fingers, and the pressing new heat against her womanly lips. Her muscles inside were contracting and she seemed to shivering along every single nerve ending she possessed. The pressure built and she realized that John was entering her body for the first time. She wanted to help him, but didn't know what to do. Tilting her hips upwards, she gasped as his cock's head pushed inside of her.
+John groaned as he felt her wet heat wrapping around him. He still was thinking about going slowly, but it felt as if Kate's virgin cunt was nibbling and sucking on his cock as the muscular tremors still held her body in thrall. John was unable to stop the flow of his climax through his body and he was jerking forward in short, quick thrusts. His seed shot deeply into Kate's body. Over and over, he shot cum into her fertile womb. It was wild, crazy and sweet. For the first time, his heart seemed as connected to Kate as his cock was embedded inside of her.
+Slowly, his breathing calmed but he didn't move. His cock softened inside of Kate, still experiencing short, jerky tremors of passion. John didn't want to move because he also felt the shivers and shakes going on inside of Kate's body. As he had filled her cunt with his seed, a fourth and unexpected orgasm had raced through her body. Lying inside of her body, he could feel the gentle, slowly waning contractions around his cock.
+Kate finally opened her eyes and looked up at John. She flushed as she saw that he had been watching her. Suddenly she was intensely aware of their intimate position. Feeling embarrassed, she was at a lost as to what the ""proper"" thing to do in this sort of situation. John smiled slowly, leaning down to kiss her mouth, which was slightly parted.
+""That was the most amazing..."" He stopped abruptly as Kate looked away and the blush on her cheeks brightened. ""There is nothing to be embarrassed about, Kate.""
+But Kate wasn't as easily convinced. She squirmed beneath him, and John withdrew from her body reluctantly. If Kate had thought she couldn't be more embarrassed, the next instant she was proven wrong. As his cock left her tight, soft nest, it made a loud, unmistakable squelching noise. She quickly turned her face to the side, wishing the earth would just open up and swallow her right then. But it didn't, and a few seconds later she realized that she was still lying naked and exposed on the sofa and John was standing beside it. Looking up hurriedly, Kate saw that John had restored his own clothing to decency.
+""Damn!"" Kate muttered loudly, trying to sit up, shove her skirt down and drag her dress back up. It was hopeless though, and John reached down his hand, pressing it against her stomach. She settled back onto the sofa as John knelt next to it. Watching John, Kate saw him remove his handkerchief and flick it open. She groaned in further embarrassment as he wiped between her thighs, being as gentle as he possibly could. Her skirt was pulled back down and his hands lifted to help her sit upright on the sofa. He edged between her thighs and both became aware that her breasts, still naked and with hard nipples, were right across from his mouth.
+Kate tried to lift her hands, wiggling to reach the top of the dress. John stopped her regretfully because he was enjoying the bouncing and jiggling of her breasts as she moved. Pressing her hands flat to her thighs, John let his gaze roam freely over her exposed breasts.
+""You have beautiful breasts, Kate. I'd say they are more beautiful than any I've ever seen on a statue. And of course, these are warm, soft and very squeezable.""
+Kate blushed hotly in embarrassment. She felt even hotter a moment later when John matched his words with actions. His hands came up and covered her breasts, squeezing and massaging them gently. He leaned forward and kissed her lips, his tongue easing past her lips and deepening the kiss. Kate responded, her tongue moving forward to caress and stroke his. A few moments later, John lifted his head and looked down at his hands. His hands slid beneath each breast, lifting it slightly, and pausing to rub his thumbs across the tips. He moved his head back down, and lightly kissed her left nipple. Moving to the right, he lingered a little longer. He licked the nipple slowly, circling it and then flicking it back and forth. He finally opened his mouth and sucked the taut nipple into his mouth deeply.
+Kate moaned at the feeling of his hot mouth sucking her breast, almost as if he were trying to draw life-giving milk from deep within. She tried to lift her hand and cradle his head, but she still couldn't lift her arms. John lifted his head, releasing her nipple with a loud, wet plopping noise. Looking up at Kate, he smiled slowly. His hands began righting her clothing, gently tucking her breasts back inside her camisole, and then closing the fasteners on the dress.
+John could never say why he lifted the medallion from her chest, and over her head. He felt he had to do it. Holding it in his hand, he spoke to her softly. ""Let me send this to London. I've got a very good solicitor there, who specializes in investigating 'things.' Let's see if he can find anything else out about it.""
+Kate nodded. She thought she would feel cold now that it wasn't resting against her skin, but she didn't. ""All right. I am curious to know more about it.""
+John stood slowly, extending his hand to pull Kate up. As she stood beside him, he leaned over and pressed a light kiss to her lips. ""I had better get you home before you family decides to skin me alive.""
+Kate laughed shaking her head, and as John wrapped his arm around her, she felt a distinct sensation that she had finally come home...
+John entered the breakfast room, surprised to find his wife was already seated at the table. ""What a nice surprise, darling! I tried to be especially quiet when I got up so you could sleep as long as you needed.""
+Kate grinned at her husband of five months. ""I feel very well, thank you. Not a big queasy this morning, and in fact, I am starving.""
+John walked to the chair Kate was sitting in, leaning over to kiss her cheek. He couldn't resist rubbing her swollen belly with his hand. ""I'm glad to see your daughter is finally settling down in there. You need to get as much as rest as possible. Amelia was warning that once the baby comes, it would be a long time before we see another full night's rest.""
+Kate watched as John filled a cup with coffee from the sideboard, and then took the chair cattycorner to her's at the head of the table. ""Aren't you eating, John?""
+""I had breakfast earlier, before the meeting with my manager. He brought the post with him.""
+""Anything interesting, my love?""
+John nodded, picking up the letter he had set down as he got his coffee. ""A letter from my solicitor, Paul, in London.""
+""Whatever does he want?""
+""Remember the medallion, darling? It's been almost six months since we sent it off for him to investigate its history for us.""
+Kate sipped her tea. ""I'm embarrassed to admit, John, but I had forgotten all about it, what with all the commotion...""
+John grinned. ""I did rather sweep you off your feet didn't I, my sweet?""
+""Yes, but it was quite exciting, eloping to Gretna Green and all. I wouldn't have wanted all the hassles of a big wedding.""
+""Are you sure, Kate? It's not too late to have a big wedding before the baby comes.""
+Kate shook her head side to side. ""No, John. I'm very happy, and I enjoyed the excitement. And we had that wonderful long wedding trip to Italy. I have no regrets."" Kate reached over and covered her husband's hand. ""It may seem odd, my love, but I've often felt like the medallion brought us together.""
+John turned his hand and clasped hers in his. ""Or fate, darling. We were meant to be together. But your feelings go along somewhat with Paul has written.""
+""Has he returned the medallion?""
+John released Kate's hand. ""No, but let me tell you what he has written. He received the medallion, and since he didn't know its value, he took to wearing it around his neck. The figures were ancient mythology, Shakti was the female goddess, and the god was Shiva. He took it to a jeweler who told him the gold was of the highest quality he had ever encountered, and the medallion itself was ivory. Paul adds that Shakti was supposedly a goddess who held sway over people's most delicate of emotions. He couldn't find anything particular to your medallion, darling, in one reference it stated if one wore an image of both figures, and it could influence a person's love life dramatically.""
+Kate gasped in surprise. ""Is that what happened to us?""
+John shook his head. ""If that were true, darling, then once I'd sent it away, the attractions between us would have faded. I spend most of day thinking about getting you back into bed.""
+Kate flushed hotly. ""I love you, too John.""
+John grinned at his wife, a wicked gleam in his eyes for a moment. ""I love you so much Kate that at times my heart aches.""
+Kate had to lift her napkin to wipe the tears from her eyes. She sniffled twice and then asked, ""Does Paul say anything else?""
+""Yes. He says he sent the medallion back to us over a month ago. But he only learned last week that the medallion had been stolen off the coach it was coming on. But the strange thing is, Scotland Yard contacted him. It appears the medallion was the only stolen from the coach. None of the passengers were robbed either.""
+Kate shivered at the odd news. ""Is there anything else in the letter?""
+""The jeweler couldn't give him a good estimate on value, but Paul wants to pay us something, since it was technically under his care when it was stolen. He feels responsible.""
+""That's silly, John. Please let him know I want nothing in return. It wasn't his fault that the medallion was stolen.""
+John nodded his head. ""I'll let him know that when I write to him. There is one more thing...""
+Kate leaned forward, her elbows on the table, her chin propped on her intertwined fingers. ""Don't stop now! What else does he say John?""
+""Paul added a 'p.s.' at the bottom. It says 'I also want to invite you and Kate to London. Emma has finally consented to marry me.'""
+Kate frowned as John laughed and refolded the letter. ""Why is that so funny?""
+""Paul has been asking Emma to marry him for the last ten years. But she felt that she had a slightly tarnished reputation, and didn't want that to interfere with Paul's career. What do you want to bet he asked her when he was wearing the medallion?""
+Kate nodded, remembering the warmth she used to feel when she had worn the medallion. Perhaps there really was something to the story... Looking at her husband, it had certainly worked for them, and if the medallion had been stolen to help some other forlorn lover, then it truly was for the best."
+298,Talisman Ch. 4: Lucy McFey,Alex De Kok,Chain Stories,2002-07-12,2002-07-12,2022-01-08 03:54:26,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/talisman-ch-4-lucy-mcfey,The talisman wearer brings a couple together.,"['Cavalry Officer', 'Colonel', 'Housekeeper', 'Roman Wall', 'Talisman']",4.68,"_To Jon and Quint my grateful thanks for matters editorial. To them also must go some of the credit if you enjoy my tale. The mistakes are purely my own._
+For Katherine
+""What am I to do, Mr. Hamilton? Do I take to the streets of Newcastle and work as a twopenny whore? I have no money, nothing at all. All I have is debts!"" Emma Dodd sat down abruptly in the seat facing the lawyer and regarded him, her face flushed, eyes brimming with unshed tears.
+Cornelius Hamilton steepled his hands and regarded her gravely over the top of his spectacles, his face anxious. Emma's heart sank and she regretted her outburst, but was she always to be burdened by the debts incurred while she nursed her father until his untimely death?
+Hamilton cleared his throat. ""I am afraid that the circumstances are as we feared, Emma. Even after the sale of your father's house at the asking price, there will still be the matter of some seventy-three pounds, sixteen shillings and eleven pence owed. As your father's friend I have waived my own fee, but what remains is owed elsewhere, I'm afraid, and must be paid.""
+Emma gestured helplessly, fighting back tears. ""I ask again; what am I to do, Mr. Hamilton? The best I could hope for would be governess or companion and no one is seeking any such person. Must I go to London, or perhaps Edinburgh? Even if I did, there is no guarantee I would find a position."" She laughed, short and bitter. ""In any event I have no money to fund my journey.""
+Hamilton regarded her gravely. ""As your late father's friend, even as your own friend, I would happily advance you the money for such journey, but I do think that I have an alternative which may suit you.""
+Hope flared in Emma. ""What is it, Mr. Hamilton? Please, tell me.""
+""I have two possible purchasers for the house. One is a businessman from Newcastle, seeking a refuge, I think, for occasional escapes from the city."" The lawyer coughed, embarrassed. ""I think he intends to install his mistress.""
+""And the other?"" asked Emma, thinking wryly that to be someone's mistress might be a better position than that in which she found herself.
+""A moment, Emma. The businessman would pay the asking price for the house, yes, but you would still have the outstanding debt remaining.""
+""You mentioned an alternative, Mr Hamilton,"" said Emma, her hopes sinking again.
+""I did. The other purchaser is a military gentleman, recently retired from the army. Colonel Faulkner. He was wounded at Waterloo in the defeat of Bonaparte and has now resigned his commission. In the event he purchases the house, he requires a housekeeper. If you will accept the post he will settle the debts and pay you a small wage. If at the end of a year you find that you cannot continue he will give you fifty pounds and pay your fare to your chosen destination."" Hamilton grimaced. ""After all, the house has belonged to your family for some considerable time and it may be that you cannot bear to be a servant in what was your own home.""
+Hamilton sat back and watched Emma as she pondered. The housekeeper position had been his own idea, the only one he could think of to save his friend's daughter from homeless poverty. He studied her. A tall girl, slender, but unmistakably female. Dressed now in unrelieved black, her unruly tawny hair tied back in a tight chignon, pale faced, she was still a very good-looking woman, Hamilton thought, and he again repressed the thought that had flashed across his mind of trying to make her his mistress. Delightful as the concept seemed, he owed it to the memory of his dead friend not to take any such action.
+After all, he had known Emma virtually all of her life and had watched her grow into the beautiful woman that she was now, quiet and reserved with strangers but with a warm and friendly personality, even strained as it was now following the death of her beloved father and the realisation of the debts which had accrued during his long illness. Hamilton wondered why she had never married but acknowledged that she had been caring for her father virtually since her seventeenth birthday, leaving her but little time for any of the niceties of courtship. There was still time, he reasoned, as Emma was yet but four-and-twenty.
+Emma looked up. ""A year, Mr. Hamilton; if I work as housekeeper for a year and it does not suit, then all of my debts are cleared and I will have fifty pounds of my own?""
+Hamilton nodded. ""Precisely. Will you take the position?""
+Emma smiled ruefully. ""I have little alternative, do I? I do not relish the thought of poverty. When may I meet Colonel Faulkner?""
+Hamilton smiled. ""Would you be my guest for dinner, Emma? I have invited Colonel Faulkner, too. You can stay with my wife and I tonight, after you have discussed the position with Colonel Faulkner.""
+Richard Faulkner was a surprise to Emma. Because of his rank, she had expected him to be an older man, but he was scarce ten years older than herself. Hamilton had offered Faulkner the use of his study so that he might discuss the position with Emma in private, and it was to his study that Hamilton escorted Emma to meet the Colonel prior to their sitting down to dinner. Faulkner was gazing out of the window when Hamilton ushered Emma into the room, so that she was able to contain her surprise at his age, surprise which she feared might offend the Colonel.
+""Colonel Faulkner, may I introduce to you Miss Emma Dodd."" Faulkner bowed courteously and she dipped in brief curtsy. ""I shall leave the two of you for the moment,"" said Hamilton. ""Dinner is in a quarter-hour.""
+""Thank you, Mr. Hamilton."" Faulkner turned to Emma. ""Miss Dodd, pray, be seated.""
+""Thank you, Colonel."" Emma sat and looked up at the Colonel while he gathered his thoughts. Clean-shaven, but with what later generations would come to know as sideburns, his hair was dark, with an unruly curl to it that Emma knew must be uncontrollable, reminding her of her own tawny tresses which could only be guided, never controlled. His face was open, friendly, his eyes dark like her own. He was wearing a brass-buttoned blue coat and tan breeches, brocade waistcoat and crisp linen shirt. All this was ordinary, as was his wiry build, and Emma could find nothing that might distinguish him as a soldier, save perhaps for a fading scar on his cheek.
+Faulkner caught the direction of her glance and gave Emma a wry smile. ""The legacy of a clash with a French Lancer. I got the best of the encounter. I have grown tired of war, Miss Dodd. It has been too much part of my life these eighteen years.""
+Emma made a sympathetic murmur and Faulkner smiled. ""I believe Mr. Hamilton has explained his idea to you, Miss Dodd?""
+""He has, Colonel.""
+""And how do you feel about it?""
+""May I be frank, Colonel?"" Faulkner nodded and gestured her to continue. ""I have little choice in the matter, Colonel, for without your offer I would be homeless and penniless. I am not an experienced housekeeper, but I did act as my late father's housekeeper these past three years, so that I am aware of the economics of running a household. If you will have a little patience, I am confident that I will manage.""
+""I need a cook, too, Miss Dodd. Do you know of anyone?""
+""I can cook, Colonel. I enjoy it. If you will permit me that post, too, it will save you money. Other than that, unless your wife has other requirements, I think only a maid.""
+""I am unmarried, Miss Dodd. As for the maid, my servant, Dan Thonpson, his wife Maria will, I think, be suitable."" Faulkner smiled at some memory. ""Maria is Spanish. Dan wooed and won her while we were fighting Wellington's Peninsular campaign. They have not had a proper home as long as they have been married. The cottage next the house will suit them well.""
+""I look forward to meeting them."" So, Faulkner was unmarried. A catch for someone, thought Emma. I like him, I think, but as his housekeeper we will no longer share the same social circles.
+""There is only one other thing, Miss Dodd. Stables."" Faulkner smiled. ""I am, or rather was, a cavalry officer. How big are the stables? Hamilton could not say.""
+""Ample for a dozen, Colonel. At present there is only the pony for the gig. The others were sold.""
+""Do you ride, Miss Dodd?""
+""When I can, Colonel. Not lately, of course.""
+""You may have the pick of the stables, Miss Dodd, and ride whenever your duties permit. I know this has been but a brief conversation, but I make quick judgements. If you will accept, Miss Dodd, I am happy for you to become my housekeeper.""
+Relief filled Emma. At last she could begin to hope for the future. She smiled at Faulkner, startling him with the contrast to her reserved and sober look of but moments before. ""Gladly do I accept, Colonel. I trust that our relationship will be cordial.""
+   Gods, but she was exceeding handsome, thought Faulkner. That smile! Aloud, he said only, ""I'm sure it will. Shall we rejoin our host, Miss Dodd?""
+* * * * *
+That had been almost nine months ago, Emma reflected as she sorted freshly washed cutlery. Fourteen months since her father had died and she could hardly remember the life she had lived then. Her mourning black was now replaced by sober grey, but she allowed herself a touch of colour in her russet jacket on her walks to the village. Colonel Faulkner had proved to be an exemplary employer, understanding as she eased herself into her unaccustomed role, patient with her, always polite.
+She was the only one who lived in the house with Faulkner, with her having agreed to take on the role of cook as well as simply housekeeper. It was no hardship for her, because she enjoyed cooking and told herself that she was skilled in it. It also added a few shillings to her income. She smiled wryly to herself. She had heard of the whispers that placed her in Faulkner's bed at night, whispers that no one dared face her with. If only it were true, she thought. Indeed, in order to conceal her admiration for him she had adopted a polite and reserved manner which she thought best suited her position.
+Faulkner had allowed her to retain her own bedroom, but then, she thought, she _had_ chosen one in the upper reaches of the house. One she had chosen so that she would have a view from her window, northwestwards to the escarpment and the remains of Hadrian's Wall, now some seventeen hundred years old. It was unlikely that Faulkner would wish any of his rare guests to climb all the stairs to the upper rooms when there were guest rooms more easily reached. Guests which as yet had not included any potential brides, although she knew Faulkner had received invitations from the fathers of several available young ladies; invitations which he had generally declined. Although only Faulkner and Emma lived in the house, Faulkner's servant, Dan Thompson, and his wife Maria were within call in the adjacent cottage and Maria's help as a maid greatly aided Emma. Emma amused herself helping Maria improve her English, for being around soldiers so much had peppered her speech with earthy epithets, which embarrassed her when she realised what she was saying.
+The bell rang, summoning her to the parlour where Richard Faulkner was finishing his breakfast. Emma automatically began to clear the breakfast dishes, but Faulkner stopped her and gestured to a chair.
+""Please, Emma, a moment of your time.""
+""Of course, Colonel,"" Emma responded, seating herself.
+Faulkner was holding a letter, one that Emma recognised as having been delivered that very morning. He gestured with it. ""This comes from my cousin Alice, Emma. What I have to tell you must not go beyond this room.""
+Emma nodded and waited. Faulkner seemed unusually agitated, for she had learned that her employer was a man of steady mien and sound intellect. He took a breath and faced her. ""Alice's daughter, Lucy, who I believe has not long turned nineteen, seems to have become involved in a scandal of some sort. Alice asks if I would have her as my guest for a month."" Faulkner frowned. ""What do you think, Emma?""
+Emma was surprised, for Faulkner but rarely asked her opinion. When he did, he frequently took her advice, she had noted with some pleasure. ""Of what, Colonel?"" she asked.
+""Would it be right for me to have a young lady as my house guest, a young lady who is unwed?""
+""Society might be scandalised, but your guests are your concern, Colonel, no- one else's. I have been living in this house with you these nine months and you have made no issue of _that_.""
+Faulkner glanced at her sharply and she realised with some embarrassment that she had replied rather forcefully. Emma flushed and began to apologise but Faulkner waved her to silence.
+""But someone else has, I take it? Who? Do I know them?""
+Emma hesitated. ""No one directly, sir, just whispers."" She smiled awkwardly. ""I pay them no mind.""
+""Well, if I hear them, whoever they are, they shall hear a piece of my mind. You are too good a woman to suffer innuendo, Emma. I will not have it.""
+Emma risked a glance at him. There was concern on his face, and while she took pleasure in his concern for her, she wished it were because he felt more than just that. Even so, she was surprised at the emphasis in his tone. ""They do not bother me, Colonel. I know you to be a gentleman.""
+Faulkner regarded her steadily for a long moment and she felt heat rise in her cheeks. Aloud he said, ""You are right about my having Lucy as my guest, Emma, as usual. I shall write to Alice and confirm the visit. Thank you."" Faulkner stood and Emma resumed her interrupted task of clearing the breakfast table. As she left the room with her tray Faulkner watched her. He sighed. She is too gentle a creature for a rough soldier like me, he thought. I have little experience of gentlewomen. Camp followers, yes, one or two of those, and lonely wives and widows. But Emma, dear Emma, so correct, so remote, so lovely. Ah, if only.... He sighed. I have been in the thick of battle and survived, yet I fear paying court to a young lady who attracts me for fear my past will repel her.
+Emma wondered about the scandal concerning Lucy that Faulkner had mentioned. A man, perhaps? Emma smiled ruefully. Although she had been paid court by some of the local bachelors before her father's death, when her reduced circumstances became known they had quietly faded away. Seeking wives with financial advantages, no doubt, she thought. She had not been particularly attracted to any of them and since meeting Richard Faulkner had no regrets on that score. Had they met before her father took ill.... She sighed, then smiled as she remembered his return from an invited ride with the local hunt. ""Poor riders, Emma, most of them,"" he had said, ""save Sir John and his son."" He smiled. ""Reynard got away, cunning beast. It was hard for me not to laugh.""
+Three weeks passed and Emma had almost forgotten about Richard Faulkner's cousin, when her employer sought her out in her little parlour. She was taking a brief break from her duties and had prepared herself a buttered scone to eat as she drank her tea. She had just taken a bite when Faulkner knocked briefly on her door and came into the room. Surprised, Emma caught her breath and found herself choking on her scone. Quick to realise what was happening, Faulkner struck her a sharp blow in the back and the obstruction was dislodged. Faulkner was holding her by the shoulders, concern on his face.
+""Are you all right, Emma?"" He was looking her straight in the eye, concern on his face.
+""I am, sir. Thank you. I...,"" she faltered.
+""Emma,"" said Faulkner softly and drew her gently towards him. Her heart pounding, Emma slowly raised her face, her eyes closing, when Faulkner abruptly released her. She stepped back, startled, and he cleared his throat, a flush on his face.
+""My cousin's daughter arrives tomorrow,"" he said harshly. ""I arranged that I would collect her from the coaching inn in Hexham, but I have a meeting in Corbridge tomorrow. Would you go to Hexham in my place, to meet Lucy and fetch her back here?""
+""Of course, Colonel. It will be my pleasure."" She took refuge in formality.
+""Thank you, Emma,"" said Faulkner. ""I would like you to prepare breakfast early, so that we can leave by seven. I'll ask Dan to harness the gig for you and I will ride with you as far as the crossroads.""
+""Of course, Colonel. Breakfast at half-past six, perhaps?""
+""That will be fine, Emma. Thank you."" He turned abruptly and went out, and Emma stared after him for a long time, her thoughts confused.
+Seven o'clock the following morning found Emma riding in the gig with Faulkner as far as the crossroads where the routes to Hexham and Corbridge diverged. Faulkner mounted and looked across at Emma.
+""I do not know what time I shall return, Emma, but I will make every effort to return for dinner tonight."" He smiled. ""I know you will make Lucy welcome."" He nodded, gazed at her for a moment and seemed about to speak, then wheeled his mount and spurred him off towards Corbridge. Emma watched him until a bend in the road took him out of her sight, then sighed, clucked at the gig's horse and turned the gig towards Hexham. The town was quiet when she arrived as it was not a market day and the streets were virtually empty. The inn was calm and a private room was certainly available and did the lady want any refreshments? Settled in the private parlour, Emma looked around, found some books on a shelf and settled herself to read while she waited for the coach.
+As she was the only female who left the coach, Emma surmised that the young woman must be Lucy, the blonde hair and bright blue eyes a notable contrast to her own tawny locks and dark brown eyes. With the hint from Faulkner that there had been some scandal, Emma had expected something different to this seemingly friendly, slightly plump but otherwise apparently ordinary young woman.
+""Miss McFey?""
+""Yes? What is it?""
+""My name is Emma Dodd. I am Colonel Faulkner's housekeeper. He has business in Corbridge that he could not avoid. He sends his apologies and will join you for dinner this evening. He asks me to escort you to his home.""
+Lucy pouted in disappointment. ""I was looking forward to seeing cousin Richard. He might be the only thing worth consideration in this forsaken place.""
+Stung, Emma was icily civil. ""He did assure me that he would conclude his business as soon as possible, Miss McFey."" Emma looked around. ""You have no maid with you?""
+""Alas, no,"" said Lucy. ""Mary is not a good traveller. She stayed at home. I assume that I can hire someone locally? Someone _experienced_ , I mean.""
+""I'm sure you can. I'll ask Colonel Faulkner just as soon as he returns. In the meantime I will assist you in any way you need.""
+Lucy McFey nodded, accepting Emma's offer as if of right. ""Is there anything to eat? I feel rather hungry now I am no longer on that accursed coach.""
+Emma gestured to the inn. ""I have arranged lunch for us. I have a room reserved and I trust you will not object to my sharing.""
+""I suppose not. You do at least have decent manners compared to some of these locals.""
+""This way, then,"" said Emma, her face revealing nothing, but determined now to dislike this girl who was so dismissive of her beloved Northumberland.
+With food and a glass of wine inside her, Lucy McFey was a more amiable companion and she submitted Emma to a barrage of questions about the Faulkner household. She was obviously disappointed when Emma told her that Faulkner did little entertaining at the house, but cheered up when Emma told her that she had been invited, with Faulkner, to Sir John Armstrong's home a few miles away.
+""Well, that is good to hear. In London I attended at least one ball each week.""
+""I am afraid that we have simpler tastes here, Miss McFey, and I think Colonel Faulkner enjoys the quiet life after his military service.""  
+""I shall have to persuade him otherwise,"" declared Lucy.
+The rest of the journey was made in comparative silence and Emma decided that Lucy was sulking. She showed her to the room chosen for her by Faulkner, situated directly beneath her own, and left her there.
+""Dinner will be at seven, Miss McFey. If you require anything in the meantime, please ring. Either myself or Maria will attend you.""
+Faulkner returned earlier than he had expected and at four-thirty Emma was serving him tea in his study.
+""Has Lucy arrived safely, Emma?""
+""She has, Colonel, and is presently taking a nap. Is there anything else?""
+""Not at the moment, Emma. Please ask Lucy if she will join me in the parlour.""
+Lucy was awake, had changed and was looking out of her bedroom window. She took Emma's hand and pointed. ""What is that, over there? It seems to be a wall, but if it is, it must run for miles.""
+Emma smiled. ""It is, and it does. That is what is left of Hadrian's Wall, built by the Romans almost seventeen hundred years ago.""
+""Goodness,"" cried Lucy. ""I heard tell of it at school, but never thought I should see it myself. Can I get closer?""
+""Tomorrow, I shall show you, if you wish,"" Emma offered, trying not to show her reluctance.
+""Please, Emma, I would like that.""
+""Come downstairs if you are ready. Colonel Faulkner asks that you join him in the parlour."" Lucy was dressed now in a light gown of palest blue, cut low over her full breasts, gathered tightly beneath them, supporting and enhancing. Her blonde hair was piled on her head and she had satin slippers on her feet. Her mood seemed much different now to what it had been as Emma travelled with her in the gig.
+""You know, you are quite the most handsome housekeeper I have ever met,"" declared Lucy. ""Are you Richard's lover?"" she asked abruptly.
+Emma gasped, and about to issue a vehement denial perversely checked herself. ""Alas, no,"" she said as calmly as she could manage, laughing lightly. ""I fear Colonel Faulkner does not notice me."" Emma glanced across at Lucy, noticing for the first time a medallion pendant suspended in the warm valley between her breasts. The dim light of the hall did not lend itself to inspection and she resolved to look more closely in the brighter light of the parlour. There was something else about Lucy, too, for she was not the same girl she had been on the journey from Hexham. Strange, thought Emma, it is almost as if she were a different person altogether.
+""Not notice you?"" cried Lucy. ""I shall make sure that he does.""
+Alarmed, for she wished for nothing that might damage her relationship with Faulkner, Emma put her hand lightly on Lucy's arm. ""Please, Miss McFey, say nothing.""
+Lucy looked at her for a moment, then put her hand over Emma's and squeezed it lightly, sending a sudden unexplained tingle through her. ""As you wish, Emma.""
+Faulkner was waiting for them in the parlour. A decanter of claret stood waiting at the side. He stood as the women came in and almost stared at them for a moment before remembering his manners and smiling a greeting.
+""My dear Lucy, words fail me to describe your beauty.""
+""Why, thank you, cousin Richard,"" said Lucy, and she dropped into a deep curtsy, so much so that Emma almost expected her breasts to pop free from her gown. Richard Faulkner must have thought so too, Emma thought, as his eyes were fixed on Lucy's swelling bosom. A faint flush suffused his cheeks as he caught Emma's eye. As Lucy rose from her curtsy her eye caught Emma's and a smile, smirk almost, flitted across her face. She was about to turn to the table when Faulkner stopped her.
+""A moment please, Lucy. Your pendant; I have not seen its like before. May I examine it?""
+""Of course, cousin. Here,"" she said, lifting the cord over her head and handing him the medallion. As she did so she looked almost confused for a moment. Faulkner inspected the medallion closely, examining both sides, before handing it back to Lucy, with a piercing look.
+""The medallion is ivory, I think, but this cord is most fascinating, for I have never seen its like before. Look, Emma, see how the cord seems woven from golden thread, but it is endless, without a fastening. These images, however, these I have seen before. Or something very like them,"" he said as Lucy lifted the cord of the medallion back over her head, her breasts again seeming likely to escape their flimsy restraint as she raised her arms.
+""Do tell us, sir,"" said Emma, ""where?""
+""In India,"" said Faulkner, tearing his gaze away from Lucy's bosom.
+""India?"" asked Lucy excitedly, ""when were you in India?""
+""It was back in '03. I had just been promoted to lieutenant when the regiment was sent to India. I had been there some three months when I was sent to escort one of the local bigwigs. I had some free time and there was a temple, which I was encouraged to visit by my brother officers. I realised why when I saw the carvings."" He flushed.
+""Carvings, Richard? Of what?"" asked Lucy.
+""Errm, er, um, men and women,"" said Faulkner, obviously embarrassed.
+""Doing what?"" asked Lucy, her eyes wide.
+Faulkner hesitated, and Emma spoke up impulsively. ""In coitus, I believe,"" she said, feeling heat in her cheeks and berating herself for speaking so freely.
+Lucy gasped and clapped her hands together and Faulkner glanced sharply at Emma. ""How do you know that?"" he asked.
+She faced him steadily. ""My father had an excellent library. Some of his books are still with me, here."" And there are illustrations, which make me feel most strange when I look at them, she thought.
+""I see,"" said Faulkner, nodding. ""You are right, of course. There were also carvings of the local deities. Unless I am mistaken, Lucy's pendant bears likenesses of Shakti and Shiva, the Nurturer and the Destroyer, or something much akin to them.""
+""Goodness,"" said Lucy, lifting her pendant so that she could look at it. ""How exciting."" She smiled. ""I care nothing for its origins, I just like wearing it. I feel good when I do, exciting and attractive.""
+Interesting, thought Emma. She laughed to herself. I don't think I have _anything_ that makes me feel good wearing it. Aloud she said, ""If you will excuse me, I have the dinner to prepare. I will call you at seven?""
+""At seven,"" Faulkner confirmed.
+Emma retired to the kitchen where Maria was preparing vegetables and the two women worked in companionable silence for a while until Emma broke it.
+""Maria?""
+""Si, Miss Emma?""
+""Colonel Faulkner?""
+""Si?""
+""Did he have no lady friends, I mean, when you knew him in Spain and France. No, I'm sorry, I should not ask you such questions."" Emma found herself flustered.
+Maria regarded her, head tilted like a bird. ""The Colonel, he have lady friends, si, but no one he like special, I think."" Maria smiled. ""He like you, Miss Emma, but I think he scared of you.""
+""Scared of me? Ridiculous,"" said Emma, and hurriedly changed the subject. ""Do we have enough vegetables prepared, do you think?""
+Maria looked at her for a moment, then smiled. ""I think you like the Colonel, too, Miss Emma. Si, we have enough vegetables. I wash them now.""
+Emma let her mind dwell upon Richard Faulkner and Lucy McFey. Lucy was playing the coquette, she thought, finding herself unusually irritated by the thought. A thought that was confirmed when she served dinner to the two of them, for Lucy was hanging upon every word Richard Faulkner uttered, oohing and aahing at his tales of military life. She was still acting in the same manner, but this time sitting next to him on the sofa, when Emma served them tea in the parlour after dinner was finished.
+""Thank you, Emma, that will be all for this evening,"" said Faulkner.
+""Very well,"" said Emma. ""What time do you want breakfast tomorrow, Colonel? Eight? Eight-thirty?""
+An embarrassed look appeared on Faulkner's face. ""Oh, Emma, forgive me! I forgot to tell you. I have to go to Newcastle tomorrow. I need to leave early and I will be away overnight. Could you prepare breakfast for seven, please?""
+""Of course."" Emma glanced at the clock. Almost ten. ""I'll go to bed now, Colonel, if that's all right, if I have to be up early. With your permission, I'll get these dishes in the morning.""
+""Of course. I'll see you at breakfast, then.""
+Emma turned to Lucy. ""Will you require an early breakfast too, Miss McFey? Or shall I make yours later?""
+""Later, Emma. About nine would be most satisfactory. Might I have it in bed?""
+Emma smiled. ""Of course. Goodnight then, Miss McFey. Goodnight, Colonel.""
+The others smiled and wished her goodnight in their turn, and Emma made her way back to her room. There was still some summer light in the sky and she had no need for a candle, so she undressed in the warm gloom of her room and in moments was in her bed, dropping off into a sleep where her dreams were peopled with Richard Faulkner and Lucy McFey, who for some reason kept trying to remove her clothing. She woke suddenly, startled awake by some unheard noise and lay for a moment trying to orient herself.
+'What was it?' she thought, listening, and then it came again, a moan. The sound came from the open window and she realised it was probably coming from Lucy's room, below her own. 'Is she ill?' Emma wondered. 'Mayhap I'd better check'. Slipping from her bed, she donned a light wrapper and went soundlessly down the stairs in her bare feet.
+The door to Lucy's room was ajar, candle light spilling softly into the hallway. Emma tiptoed closer and peered round the door, a gasp stifled in her throat, her hands to her mouth to still her cry. Richard Faulkner was lying on Lucy's bed, on his back, head comfortably supported by pillows. He was naked. His hand was at his groin, idly stroking the first erect male penis Emma had ever seen. She felt a flush of guilt and excitement rush through her at the sight, and her nipples tightened as she stared at it, fascinated. At first Emma could not see Lucy, but then the blonde girl moved into view. She had removed her gown and was wearing a light wrapper like Emma's own. Unlike Emma, she wore no nightgown beneath it and the shadows of her nipples were clearly visible. She had loosened her hair, her blonde curls cascading down her back and around her shoulders.
+Lucy's bed was oriented so that its head was towards the wall in which the door was cut, so that Emma had a good view of Faulkner's body, but not his face. Emma could also see Lucy clearly in the candlelight. She was startled when Lucy spoke, her voice husky.
+""Pray, do tell me what you are planning to do with that magnificent weapon, Richard?""
+""Why, I plan to tup you with it, lass, since you have made it very plain to me that such is your desire.""
+""Oh, it is, Richard, indeed it is!""
+""You need to be a little nearer, then, I think."" Richard Faulkner's tone was playful.
+""I do believe you are right, cousin,"" said Lucy, an eager smile on her lips.
+""It would be a welcome sight to see you naked, too, girl.""
+""That I will arrange immediately, cousin. Like you what you see?"" Lucy asked as she unbelted her wrapper and dropped it to the floor. She pirouetted, giggling.
+""Why, most certainly, little cousin, for you are indeed beautiful.""
+And she was, thought Emma. A little plumper than Emma, Lucy's belly was gently rounded and her breasts stood proud from her chest, soft pillows tipped with enticing pink nipples, pink nipples which were hardening and crinkling even in the warmth of the summer evening.
+""Thank you, cousin,"" said Lucy, curtsying, incongruous in her nakedness, her breasts swaying to her movements. She moved over to the bed and knelt astride Richard Faulkner's legs, then shuffled forward until she was poised above him. ""Are you ready?""
+""Aye, lass, as ever I will be. Feel me,"" he suggested.
+Lucy reached down and took his erection in her little hand. ""Mmm,"" she murmured, ""it is indeed exceeding firm, Richard."" She moaned softly. ""I must have it, I must have it now!"" she cried.
+""Well, have it lass, for faith, and we'll both enjoy the coupling.""
+Emma watched breathlessly as Lucy lowered herself so that Richard's prick parted her lower lips and penetrated to her very core. She was fascinated as she watched, a tingling growing between her own legs as her excitement grew. Lucy's nether lips were pushed in as she lowered herself over Richard Faulkner's erection, and then pulled out as she rose again, the gleam of her secretions covering Faulkner's rigidity.
+Faulkner groaned as she came down again, a lustful groan that made Emma quiver as she watched and listened.
+""You are wonderfully tight upon me, Lucy, wonderfully tight. As tight as I have ever felt,"" said Faulkner thickly.
+Lucy giggled. ""Thank you, cousin. That is what dear Arthur said, too.""
+""Who is Arthur?"" asked Faulkner, then groaned again as Lucy sank down on him.
+""Arthur Pendleton. He it was who gave me the pendant. Aye, and took my virginity the very same night. Oh, it was so good!"" she sighed.
+""You are cock-smitten, then, lass? You enjoy this?""
+""Oh, I do, cousin! And so do you, I vow, for if I am exceeding tight, then you are exceeding hard, and you fill my quim most wonderfully.""
+Emma suddenly realised that Lucy McFey was still wearing the pendant. But only that, and a most satisfied look upon her face as she rose and fell steadily on Richard Faulkner's erection.
+Lucy raised her hands to her breasts and cupped them, lifting, squeezing, pulling the nipples. Her movements were quickening and a slight gleam of sweat was on her brow in the warm summer night. Emma could feel her own excitement building as she stood in the gloom of the hallway, wanting to tear herself away but finding her legs unwilling to move her in her fascination at the scene unfolding before her. There was no sound save Lucy's heavy breathing and her occasional moan, and the liquid slither of her movements on Richard Faulkner's prick, so that Emma was startled when Faulkner spoke.
+""Lucy, my little lover, I come very close to spending."" His voice was tight, strained.
+""I too, Richard.""
+""You want my seed within you?""
+""All of it!"" cried Lucy, then screamed tightly. ""Oh, Richard! I come!""
+""Aargh!"" cried Faulkner. ""I too!"" He was driving up into Lucy, lifting her on his prick so that her breasts bounced and her face was contorted in a rictus of pleasure.
+Gradually they stilled and Lucy collapsed forwards on Faulkner. Emma saw his arms come up to clasp her and she made to tiptoe away but paused when Faulkner spoke.
+""I hope we did not wake Emma. Her room is just above this.""
+""You do not worry about a servant, do you?"" asked Lucy, surprised.
+""Emma is more than servant, Lucy. This was her family home, until her father died and left her in debt. Only by selling the house and becoming my housekeeper could she escape homelessness and poverty. She is too fine a lady for that to happen. Yes, she is my housekeeper but I consider her a friend, too.""
+Surprise and pleasure struck Emma. Oh, that you were more than friend, she thought, and that it were I rather than Lucy sharing your bed.
+""Have you told her that?"" asked Lucy.
+""No, I regret not. Perhaps I shall.""
+""You should."" Lucy sat up then, still rosy and disheveled, still impaled on Faulkner. She smiled down at him. ""Perhaps Emma would like to have joined us?""
+Faulkner snorted. ""I think not, Lucy.""
+Lucy looked up and Emma realised that she was looking straight at her. ""Do not be so sure, Richard. I think Emma might be _very_ interested in what we do tonight.""
+Shocked, Emma realised that Lucy could see her. Her face aflame, she turned and fled, soundless in her bare feet, locking herself in her room and throwing herself on her bed. She lay sleepless for a long time, imagining every night noise to be further lovemaking by Faulkner and Lucy, realising that she wished it was herself that Richard Faulkner fucked. Yes, fucked, she thought; rutting like an animal, because I want him. Sobbing into her pillow, eventually she fell into a troubled sleep.
+Morning found Emma serving breakfast to Richard Faulkner before his trip to Newcastle. She tried to avoid his eye, being certain that Lucy would have told of her watching, but Faulkner was his usual polite and almost silent breakfast-time self and she began to think that perhaps he did not know, although he seemed unusually troubled and somewhat tired. She bade him farewell at seven and watched as he rode away, watched until he had gone from sight. At eight, Dan and Maria came to check what provisions were required for the household and by eight-thirty were away to Hexham, to purchase what was necessary. Emma did not expect them back until evening, so she was alone in the house with Lucy.
+At nine, Emma prepared a breakfast tray and took it up to Lucy McFey's room. Taking a deep breath, she knocked and then opened the door and went in. She almost stumbled, startled, as she saw Lucy sitting up in bed, quite unconcerned, obviously still naked for her breasts were on clear display, the nipples dormant now, the medallion pendant resting comfortably between them.
+""Good morning, Emma,"" said Lucy brightly. ""Did you sleep well?"" she asked, her tone implying the anticipation of a negative response.
+""I – I – I."" Emma faltered.
+""You were watching us, Emma, weren't you?"" asked Lucy quietly.
+""I heard a moan, I thought you were ill. I came to check."" Emma subsided into silence again, the breakfast tray still in her hands.
+""Put the tray on the dresser, Emma, and come sit on the bed,"" said Lucy gently.
+Almost numbly, Emma did as she was bid, sitting on the edge of Lucy's bed, hands tightly clasped, avoiding Lucy's eye. She jumped, startled, when Lucy put her hand gently on her arm.
+""It's all right, Emma, I didn't tell Richard that I'd seen you watching us. It's our secret, yours and mine.""
+Emma looked up at Lucy. ""Thank you,"" she whispered.
+""But if you want me to keep our secret, you'll have to do something for me in return.""
+Emma looked at Lucy, surprised. ""What?""
+""Take off your clothes, all of them.""
+""No!"" cried Emma.
+""Yes,"" said Lucy quietly. ""I know we are alone in the house, for Richard is gone to Newcastle and Dan and Maria to Hexham. I know where they have gone as I was listening behind the door when they came to see you.""
+""But – "" began Emma, scarcely knowing what she was saying, but feeling a rising excitement that she was at a loss to explain.
+""But nothing,"" said Lucy. ""Your clothes, all of them. Please, Emma dear, just for me. Don't you like me?""
+""Of course I do."" Although do I? I wonder, for you have bedded Richard Faulkner and I have not, she thought. I think I hated you last night.
+""And I like you, dear Emma, so please, take off your clothes.""
+""Why?"" whispered Emma.
+""Because I want to make love to you and I cannot if you are fully dressed. Have you not daddled with another woman before?"" There was surprise in Lucy's tone.
+Numbly, Emma shook her head.
+""It is exceeding pleasant, Emma, for only another woman can truly know where and how to touch to give the most pleasure. Your clothes, Emma. Your dress, your shift, your stockings, your shoes. All of them. Now."" She smiled. ""Or do you wish me to tell Richard that you were watching us?""
+Almost in shock, reluctantly but with a rising excitement, Emma complied, retaining enough sense to fold her clothes neatly until she stood naked and barefoot beside Lucy McFey's bed, trying to shield herself with her hands. Lucy swung back the bedclothes and stood before Emma. ""Don't worry, Emma. I'm not going to hurt you."" She reached out and gently but firmly took Emma's hands and pushed her arms down until Emma stood straight with her arms at her side, her fists clenched.
+""That's better,"" said Lucy. She studied Emma so intently that Emma's flush deepened. ""Do you know, Emma dear, how lovely you are? I think if Richard could see you now he would not rest until he had made love to you all night long. Would you like that, Emma? Would you like Richard to make love to you all night long? You would, wouldn't you? Answer me, Emma.""  
+""Yes,"" Emma whispered.
+""Louder, Emma,"" demanded Lucy. ""I didn't hear you properly. Would you like Richard to make love to you all night long? Would you?""
+""Yes!"" Emma screamed, ""Yes, yes, yes!""
+""I thought so,"" said Lucy musingly, walking around Emma, studying her. Emma was startled to feel Lucy's hand squeeze her bottom as she passed behind her.
+""Nice,"" said Lucy, ""so firm. Richard will like that.""
+""He'll never come near me,"" Emma cried despairingly.
+""Oh, I'll make sure he does, dear Emma. If you couldn't be his wife, would you be his mistress?""
+""Yes,"" Emma whispered.
+""Ah,"" said Lucy. ""I thought so. You love him, don't you?""
+""With all my heart,"" said Emma, realising with a great sense of relief that she had spoken nothing but the truth, and finally fully acknowledged the desire she had been denying to herself.
+""I will be leaving soon,"" Lucy said.
+""I thought you were staying for a month,"" said Emma, startled again.
+""That is what dear Mama thinks, Emma, and so does Richard. Arthur said he would come and rescue me, just as soon as he could.""
+""Rescue you,"" cried Emma. ""From what? I do not think that what I saw last night was unwilling!""
+Lucy smiled reminiscently. ""Not on my part, true, but Richard took some persuading. When he realised that I was serious, I swear he grew to hardness almost immediately."" Lucy giggled. ""He was exceeding pleased to be rid of his breeches."" She sobered and studied Emma again. ""But now it's time for us.""
+""What do you mean?"" asked Emma cautiously, wondering just what Lucy McFey had in mind.
+""Have you ever made love to a woman, Emma?""
+Numbly, Emma shook her head.
+""I have,"" said Lucy, ""and I assure you it is very pleasant, so I'm going to make love to you, Emma, and then you're going to make love to me.""
+""I don't know how,"" whispered Emma, a strange excitement building in her.
+""I know what feels good to me, when Richard or Arthur do it,"" said Lucy, ""so I'll do that to you, as best I can. Then you can return the favour."" Lucy reached out and pulled Emma gently towards her. The two girls were almost the same height and Emma closed her eyes as Lucy raised her lips for a kiss.
+The shock as their lips met was followed by a greater one as Emma felt Lucy's breasts press against her own. Lucy's lips were warm and soft and Emma realised with a guilty shock that she was enjoying the kiss. Tentatively she put her arms around Lucy enjoying the feel of the warm smoothness of her skin and felt the younger girl press against her. Lucy gently broke the kiss and leaned back in the circle of Emma's arms. She smiled.
+""That was nice,"" she said. ""Let's do it again.""
+Eagerly this time, Emma leaned into Lucy's kiss. It was firmer this time and with a shock, Emma felt Lucy's tongue pressing into her mouth. Unconsciously, her lips opened and her own tongue crept out to duel with Lucy's, the heat of the kiss building in both of them until Emma broke the kiss, shuddering, staring at Lucy who regarded her with equal surprise.
+Lucy smiled at Emma. ""As nice a kiss as any man e'er gave me,"" she said.
+Emma smiled tremulously back at her. ""My first with either sex. At least, a kiss of that sort.""
+""It shall not be your last, Emma. Come, let us lie on my bed."" Lucy took Emma's hand and pulled her to the bed, urging her onto it. ""Lie in the middle, Emma, that I may kiss you and touch you.""
+""Touch me?"" asked Emma, something in her thrilling at the thought of the younger woman's touch.
+""Yes, touch you."" Lucy scrambled onto the bed beside Emma, kneeling, her legs spread. Glancing across Emma saw the rosy cleft of Lucy's quim peeping through her blonde curls, glistening now with a hint of her juices.
+I must look like that, thought Emma, for I certainly feel as wet. Lucy reached out to her and caressed her cheek, cupping her chin and stroking with extended finger along the line of Emma's jaw. Impulsively, Emma turned her head and kissed Lucy's hand.
+Lucy chuckled. ""I think I sense a slackening of your resistance, Emma.""
+Emma laughed. ""Poof! It is gone! I want now only to enjoy what you plan for me, and to repay you in kind."" Oh, yes! Touch me, Lucy, she thought, for I am on fire.
+""Aah,"" said Lucy, ""you like my touch?""
+Emma flushed and smiled. ""I do.""
+""You shall have more of it,"" said Lucy, running her hand over Emma's shoulder, to her elbow, then stroking back up the underside of Emma's arm, softly cupping the lower slopes of Emma's breast, until with a shock as fierce as summer lightning, Lucy's thumb stroked across Emma's now-engorged nipple. Emma gasped and Lucy chuckled. ""You like that; I can tell.""
+""Oh, yes!"" cried Emma, ""I have never felt my nipples harder, ever.""
+Lucy glanced down at herself and giggled. ""Mine own, too, Emma dear. Look!""
+Emma looked at Lucy and saw that her nipples were, like her own, full and hard. She reached out tentatively to touch Lucy's breast, feeling it soft and heavy in her hand, the nipple a hard nub against her thumb. Her hand brushed the pendant and she felt a sudden rush of something - love, desire, lust, she knew not - rush through her. She drew Lucy to her and kissed her fiercely, their mouths open to each other, their tongues fighting for dominance in the arena of their mouths.
+Gasping, Emma broke the kiss, her hands all over Lucy as the younger woman trailed kisses down her neck, her shoulder, kissing down the valley between her breasts, then kissing each nipple, her teeth clamping gently, tightening in exquisite torment on each nub. Lucy moved down further, kissing Emma's belly, moving down, excitement building rapidly in Emma as Lucy's teeth tugged playfully at the soft, tawny curls on Emma's mons.
+Emma moved her legs apart unconsciously as Lucy moved lower, lapping at the juices in her cleft, her tongue pointed to pierce and probe Emma's quim, flicking her clitoris lightly, tormentingly, building sensation in Emma, so fierce that she felt as if all the sensation within herself was centred between her legs. Lucy's tongue was tormenting her, teasing her, torturing her so that she could scarcely breathe, building, building. Emma screamed in sudden climax as Lucy's teeth closed gently over the bud of her clitoris, peeping from its sheath in her excitement. Her belly rippled as the sensations ripped through her and she felt herself falling, falling, falling….
+""Emma, Emma dear, are you all right?""
+Emma became aware of Lucy's anxious face, concern in her look. She reached out and squeezed Lucy's fingers, then ran her fingers up to stroke Lucy's breast. ""I believe I fainted, Lucy."" Emma smiled slowly. ""I think that was the most exquisite sensation I have ever experienced. What did you do to me?""
+""I bit on your little soldier, but ever so gently, and I slid a finger into your quim, then you screamed and fainted."" Lucy grinned, suddenly. ""I know you're still a virgin,"" she said.
+Emma flushed, embarrassed suddenly. ""I am,"" she confirmed.
+""We must get Richard to change that for you, shall we?"" asked Lucy archly.
+Emma bit her lip. ""I will not force myself on him, and I cannot conceive of a gentleman forcing himself on a lady.""
+""There will be no forcing, Emma dear, believe me."" Lucy smiled. ""But I believe it is now your turn to pleasure me.""
+Emma sat up eagerly. ""It is, and if I can make you feel anything like as good as you did me, Lucy, then you will be in heaven."" A small corner of Emma's mind was wondering what she was doing, but the pleasure she was experiencing drove sense from her head and she was suddenly eager to show the younger woman that she could give her equal pleasure in return.
+Lucy lay back and Emma leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. Her own nipples were still hard and erect and in sudden inspiration she bent and rubbed her breasts across Lucy's, so that their nipples rubbed against each other. Involuntarily she moaned as she heard Lucy's gasp of pleasure.
+Emma moved down and trailed her tongue from the valley between Lucy's breasts, broadened now as she lay supine, up to a nipple, to suck on it then lightly clamp it with her teeth, hearing Lucy's fresh gasp of pleasure with pleasure of her own. Then back, down into the valley and up to the other summit, nipping lightly on the bud, a shock of pleasure passing through her as her tongue touched the pendant.
+Lucy was stroking Emma's head and suddenly she tugged the combs from Emma's hair, combing Emma's tawny locks with her fingers so that her hair was in wild profusion about her shoulders. Emma concentrated on running her tongue down Lucy's belly, pointing it suddenly and dabbing at Lucy's navel. Lucy giggled and Emma smiled, her tongue tracing lazy circles over Lucy's lower belly, then weaving its way through the blonde curls to Lucy's sex, hot and open, pungent to her nose, inviting.
+Again Emma pointed her tongue and this time pressed lightly into Lucy's quim, hot and salty-sweet on her tongue, inviting. Emma lapped at Lucy's sex like a kitten with milk, smiling to herself as she heard Lucy's moans of pleasure, licking at Lucy's clitoris, more prominent than her own, but just as sensitive judging by the taut moans Lucy was uttering, moans that thrilled and stimulated Emma, exciting her as she brought the younger woman closer to climax. She remembered what Lucy had done and slid a finger into Lucy's sex, feeling it tight around her finger, then let her teeth brush Lucy's clitoris, exulting in her power as she felt Lucy tremble and then scream as her climax shot through her.
+As Lucy gradually calmed, Emma sat back on her heels, knees apart, and lifted her arms to push back the heavy mass of her hair. That was the scene that greeted Richard Faulkner as he burst into the room, exclaiming, ""I heard a scream!""
+Emma yelped and tried to grab the bed cover to cover herself, failed to get a grip properly and threw herself face down on the bed, trembling, trying to cover herself with her hands. Oh dear God, she thought, for Richard Faulkner to find me like this! Lucy smiled sweetly at Faulkner who stood with an amazed look upon his face.
+""You're back early, Richard,"" said Lucy calmly, ""we didn't expect you back until tomorrow.""
+""I forgot some of my papers,"" said Faulkner absently. He shook his head as if to clear it. ""Will someone please tell me what passes here?""
+""Emma and I have been making love, Richard, is it not obvious? I have heard it told that it can be sweet to love a woman, but I confess I find it lacking. Emma's finger is no substitute for that mighty cock between your legs.""
+""You and Emma have been making love?"" asked Faulkner, perplexed. ""Why?""
+Lucy shrugged, her breasts bobbing prettily. ""I wanted to and you weren't here, so I persuaded Emma. She's lovely, isn't she? She's virgin, too.""
+Beside Lucy Emma wailed, her face buried in the bed, her hands over her head, trying to curl herself into the smallest space possible. Faulkner regarded her. His housekeeper, always so polite and correct in her dealings with him, so remote, seemingly unattainable, now found naked on the bed with another woman. Absently he admired the curve of her spine as she crouched, the flare of her waist, the saucy jut of her bottom. His prick twitched in his breeches. Is her front as exciting as her back, he wondered? He looked at Lucy and she smiled, cupping a breast and offering it to him while her other hand played idly with the soft curls on her mons.
+She looked up at him under her eyelashes. ""Why don't you take your clothes off and join us, Richard?"" she asked softly, ""Emma is in love with you. She wants to make love to you, don't you, Emma?""
+Emma wailed anew and tried again to make herself invisible.
+A shock went through Faulkner. ""Is it true, Emma?"" asked Faulkner urgently, ""Are you in love with me? I pray it is so, dear Emma, for I have long wanted _you_.""
+Emma could barely believe her ears. Richard Faulkner declaring his desire for her? Was it possible? She raised her tear-stained face slightly and looked shyly up at him. Faulkner sat down on the bed next to her and put his hand on her bare shoulder, stroking lightly, reveling in the warm touch of her skin.
+""It's true, Emma,"" he said softly, ""I love you. I have almost since the day we met, but you were so correct, so remote, I dared not speak of it, lest I offend you. I did not dare to think a woman like you could love me.""
+""You love me, Richard?"" Emma said wonderingly.
+""Aye, dear heart, I do.""
+""Oh, Richard, I love you too,"" Emma cried, springing up onto her knees on the bed and lacing her fingers behind his neck, raining kisses on his face. She stopped suddenly, horror on her face and tried again to cover herself.
+""Oh, what must you think of me?"" she cried.
+Faulkner took Emma by the shoulders and shook her gently. ""Emma, look at me. Emma?""
+Shyly, Emma raised her tear-stained face. ""Yes, Richard?""
+Deliberately, Faulkner let his eyes roam over Emma's naked torso, admiring, taking in the curving swell of her breasts, the slenderness of her waist, the flare of her hips, the tawny mane of hair flowing about her shoulders. She gasped at the almost physical impact of his gaze.
+""You are lovely, Emma, truly. I want to make love to you; I want to make love to you now. May I Emma? May I make love to you?""
+""Oh, yes, Richard, please, yes,"" whispered Emma and, trembling, raised her lips to his as he brought his head down to kiss her.
+The kiss was soft at first, shy even, but Emma was losing herself in the sensation and she was not surprised when Faulkner's lips parted and his tongue insinuated itself. Eagerly she welcomed it, twining it with her own, the kiss lifting her, an ache growing between her legs, an ache that could only be eased by feeling Richard Faulkner's prick entering her. It was almost a physical blow when Lucy spoke.
+""I'm sorry to interrupt, my dears,"" she said, ""but this is my bedroom. I wish the two of you well, but I'd rather like to have my breakfast now. Emma is very tasty, but she doesn't satisfy normal hunger. Why don't you take Emma to your room, Richard? I'll join you later if I may, but I think that perhaps, just for now, three is very much a crowd. Do you not agree?""
+Faulkner laughed. ""You are right, Lucy. May she join us later, my dear?"" he asked Emma.
+""Please, yes, do join us, Lucy,"" said Emma, reaching out for Lucy's hand and squeezing her fingers, but thinking, 'No! I want him to myself!'
+""I will,"" said Lucy, laughing as Faulkner slid a hand under Emma's knees and shoulders and picked her up, naked as she was. Emma put her arms around Faulkner's neck and buried her face in his shoulder, so that she did not have to show the raw desire in her gaze.
+""Would you open the doors for me, please?"" Faulkner asked Lucy, chuckling as the naked young woman sauntered past him with an exaggerated roll of her hips. Lucy opened her bedroom door with a flourish and waved Faulkner through, then scampered past and opened his own bedroom door. All the while he was carrying her, Emma was raining kisses on Faulkner's face and neck and when he laid her down on his bed she stretched luxuriantly, like a cat, exulting in the desire that showed on his face, desire that could only match her own, never exceed it.
+""Oh, Emma,"" whispered Faulkner, ""you are so beautiful, my love."" He sat on the edge of the bed and reached out slowly, giving Emma plenty of time if she wished to avoid his touch, but as his hand came down, she arched her back the sooner to let her breast feel his touch. Her nipples were hard and aching and the warm roughness of his horseman's hand sent a quiver through her. She moaned softly and Faulkner hesitated. Quickly, Emma's own hand came up to keep his in place.
+""Your touch is exciting to me, dearest Richard,"" she whispered. Faulkner smiled and bent over to kiss her gently.
+""Are you ready, my love?"" Faulkner asked softly.
+Inspired, and led by an impulse so new to her that she was unaware, she took his hand and placed it between her legs. ""Feel me,"" she whispered, ""feel how ready I am.""
+Faulkner groaned and stroked his finger along her cleft, then brought his finger to his mouth and licked off her juices. Emma was startled and stared at him.
+Faulkner smiled. ""I love the taste of a woman, Emma, and you have the sweetest flavour I have known."" He stood and removed his jacket, discarding it on a bedside chair, and then sat to tug off his boots.
+Emma lay on her side, propped on her elbow, watching her lover prepare himself to take her. I am about to lose my virginity, she thought, and outside of wedlock, too. I should be ashamed, but I am not. I am excited, I am willing, and at this moment I want nothing more than to feel Richard Faulkner's prick enter my body. She studied Faulkner as he undressed. His back was to her and she watched the play of the muscles in his back, gasping as he turned, his erection rampant, ready like a stallion for her.
+""Oh, Richard,"" she whispered, gazing in horrified fascination at his hardness, ""you are too big!""
+""Hush, sweet Emma,"" said Faulkner, laying beside her and taking her in his arms. ""You are so wet I think that you will scarce feel my entry."" He reached out and tucked a tendril of her hair behind her ear. ""Touch me, my love, feel me."" He chuckled. ""Make friends with he who violates your maidenhead.""
+Trembling, Emma reached out timidly and touched Faulkner's prick, then snatched her hand back. ""It's so hot,"" she whispered, but then reached out again, this time to stroke, then lightly clasp the bulbous top, scarcely getting her hand around it. ""It feels so nice, as if it were covered in velvet,"" she said, surprised.
+Faulkner groaned again. ""Ah, Emma, your touch…"" He pulled her to him, kissing her fiercely, bruising her mouth. Uncaring, she kissed him back as fervently, stroking his back, feeling him move. She moved her legs apart, so that he could kneel between them, the swollen purple head of his prick vivid in her gaze. Faulkner propped himself on one hand and took hold of his erection with the other, pointing it, aiming.
+With a shock of pleasure, Emma felt the head of his prick in her cleft, huge, menacing, but oh, she wanted him so! Faulkner rubbed the head up and down her slit, coating it with her juices, causing shocks of pleasure to run through her as the head rubbed against her clitoris.
+""Come into me, Richard,"" she begged, ""fuck me!""
+""Aye, lass,"" said Faulkner hoarsely, ""I must, ere I spend upon you instead of within you."" He steadied himself and then pushed, and Emma, for the first time in her life, felt a man's erection enter her. Faulkner paused a moment, getting used to the feel of her, coating himself with her juices, then pushed again.
+Emma gasped as she felt his prick against her hymen, then winced as Faulkner pushed, gasping in pain as he pushed anew. He drew back, concern on his face.
+""Do I hurt you, my sweet?""
+""A little. A moment, please,"" she whispered.
+He eased back, the tip of his prick still within her, while Emma adjusted her position slightly. She smiled up at him, a faint beading of sweat on her brow.
+""Again, my love. Be gentle, please.""
+Faulkner pressed forward again. Emma gasped as pain shot through her, then cried aloud at a fresh spasm. Faulkner eased back, concerned, but Emma siezed his hips, pulling him towards her as she thrust fiercely with her own. Stabbing pain shot through her, and then receded as she felt the enormity of sensation of having him within her, deep within her.
+""A moment again,"" she gasped, trembling, trying to ease herself into a position of comfort. Faulkner paused, holding himself immobile. Emma felt the pain diminish, then began to thrill to the sensation of having him within her. Oh, Mama, she thought, you told me I must bear the discomfort of penetration in order to bear children, but you said nothing about the pleasure. She smiled up at Faulkner.  
+""Love me, Richard,"" she whispered.
+Faulkner began to move, pressing gently forward, then easing aback until he almost left her, coating his prick with her juices, then pressing forward again. She felt tight about him, tighter even than Lucy, and he knew it could not be long before he must spend. He lengthened his strokes, letting her feel the length of his weapon, enjoying the slither of his prick in her quim; enjoying, too, the sound of that slither and the soft springy feel of Emma's pubic hair rubbing against him as he moved.
+Emma had closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensation of Richard Faulkner's prick within her, enjoying it, abandoning herself to the sensation, feeling herself fill as he pressed forward, empty as he pulled back. Her arms were around him, not clasping but touching him, stroking him as he moved. Her hands moved lower, to his buttocks, stroking him, feeling the flexing of his muscles as he thrust vigorously into her. She reveled in his thrusting, feeling unfamiliar but wonderful sensations welling in her, so that the world became only her quim and Richard Faulkner's prick, raising her, lifting her, taking her to levels of pleasure she had never anticipated. Her breathing quickened so that she was almost gasping for breath.
+""Oh, Richard!"" she gasped.
+""What is it, dear heart?"" he managed to say.
+""I know not. I feel so…. I feel… I, oh, I feel…. Oh, Richard,"" she cried as her climax took her and carried her to pleasure on a wave of sensation she had never experienced before. She was dimly aware of Faulkner's own ecstatic thrusts as his own climax took him and she sank back into the bed, clutching him, gasping for breath, almost unconscious, drifting….
+When she became aware of her surroundings again, her first sensation was weight. Faulkner was lying on her, his arms clasping her, his breathing laboured as he too came back into awareness. She could feel him still within her, but smaller now, shrinking. She giggled, suddenly.
+Faulkner eased himself to his elbows and gazed warmly down at her. ""What is it that amuses you so? Is my lovemaking so bad as to be worthy of your laughter?""
+""No, no,"" she cried, smiling, shaking her head in denial. ""'Tis just that I have ne'er seen your prick in anything but its most mighty state, yet I feel it diminishing within me.""
+Faulkner chuckled. ""You will soon see the insignificant reality of me, dear one, for I must either withdraw purposefully, as if meant, or else I shall suffer the indignity of falling out, rejected by that sweet opening that I have violated.""
+""Never violated, Richard, do not say that!"" Emma cried. ""Say rather, awakened.""
+""Awakened, it is. Nevertheless, I must withdraw."" So saying, Faulkner gently moved to remove his softened prick from within Emma's quim. Easing himself back and sitting back on his heels, he looked down and grimaced ruefully.
+""What is it?"" asked Emma, concerned.
+""Proof, if proof were needed, sweet Emma. I am stained by your virgin's blood.""
+""Oh, I am glad that you have that proof!"" Emma sat up and looked at him. Soft and limp his weapon now, coated with her juices, those both of love and of lost virginity. She smiled at him. He leaned forward and kissed her, just as there was a tap at the door.
+Lucy came in, a wrapper about her shoulders but unfastened, her lovely body still on display. She carried a tray with a jug of water and a soft towel, which she deposited on the dresser. She came over to the bed and bent to give Faulkner a brief but positive kiss, then bent over to kiss Emma. She glanced down and smiled.
+""Was it well with you, Emma? Did my cousin satisfy those urges that you and I developed in your sweet body?""
+""Oh, yes, Lucy! I never dreamed before today that I could feel such pleasure.""
+""Aye, I felt that way too, when Arthur took my own maidenhead and rendered it history."" Lucy glanced over at the clock in the corner of Faulkner's bedroom. ""'Tis almost one. I think we should take luncheon and renew our strengths.""
+""Almost one,"" cried Lucy. ""I should be preparing things for dinner tonight!""
+""And I must leave and go on to Newcastle. I can make it by evening and will return as soon as I can tomorrow,"" said Faulkner. He smiled ruefully at the keen disappointment showing on the faces of both of the women. ""My sincere apologies, my lovely ladies, but I must. It is a business matter and Thomas Anderson leaves for London on tomorrow afternoon's tide. I must see him ere he leaves.""
+""Go then,"" said Lucy dismissively. She shook her finger at him. ""But hurry back, else Emma and I find another lover.""
+Emma blushed and giggled, but said nothing, although she thought to herself, 'Never another. Only Richard Faulkner is welcome within me.'
+""Bathe yourselves, and I will fetch your clothes, Emma,"" said Lucy.
+A scant hour later, Lucy and Emma were finishing their luncheon. Faulkner was gone to Newcastle, his promise to return as soon as possible renewed with a kiss for each of them.
+""Emma, it is only we two for whom you must prepare dinner tonight, is it not?""
+""Yes, indeed, dear Lucy.""
+""Is there nothing cold on which we might sup?""
+""Indeed there is, Lucy. May I inquire as to your questioning?""
+Lucy smiled. ""It is but two of the clock, and you promised to show me some of the Wall. If we go now we can be back well before sunset and satisfy ourselves with a cold supper and an early night."" She smiled meaningfully and Emma detected a hidden purpose in Lucy's suggestion, a purpose that resulted in a tingling within and a moistening between her legs.
+""Get your coat. I shall harness the gig and we shall be away directly.""
+And they were. The day was bright and sunny and they chatted happily, or rather Emma listened while Lucy told of Arthur Pendleton, as Emma drove the gig towards the line of the Wall. She pointed. ""See, the wall runs along the top of yon escarpment. We must drive a little way yet before we can approach it on foot; there is a path along here that we can take."" They arrived at Emma's chosen spot and tethered the pony, walking up the steep path until they arrived at the ruins of that great feat of engineering, Hadrian's Wall. Lucy exclaimed at the views northwards towards Scotland.
+""Just imagine,"" she said, ""what is must have been like to have been a Roman soldier on this wall, defending the Empire against invaders. I think this wall could tell many tales.""
+""The folk hereabouts talk of ghostly regiments marching through the night,"" said Emma, smiling, ""but I have never seen them.""
+""Oh, that is too exciting, Emma. I fear I shall dream of nothing else!""
+Emma laughed. ""There are worse dreams, dear Lucy. Come, let us return. I want to be home before sunset.""
+They returned to the gig and turned it homeward. Approaching the crossroads where they would turn towards home, a rider approached from the direction of Newcastle. Spying the women, he reined in his horse and waited, doffing his hat in greeting as they approached.
+""Arthur!"" cried Lucy. ""Emma, it is Arthur, come to rescue me as he promised!""
+""Lucy, is it you?"" cried the stranger, hurriedly dismounting. ""I saw the gig and thought to ask directions. I can scarce believe my fortune in finding you so readily.""
+Lucy by now had leaped heedlessly from the stationary gig and rushed into Arthur Pendleton's arms, raining kisses upon his face. Eventually, he disengaged himself from her embrace and turned toward Emma. He bowed in greeting.
+""Arthur Pendleton, madam, at your service. May I ask whom I have the honour of addressing?""
+""I am Emma Dodd, housekeeper to Colonel Faulkner, sir.""
+""Excellent. This is well met indeed. May I please ask you to ask Colonel Faulkner to do me the honour of receiving me, Miss Dodd?""
+""I shall, sir, but I fear that Colonel Faulkner is in Newcastle on business. I expect his return tomorrow. I shall ask him then.""
+Pendleton's face fell. ""I had hoped to see him tonight."" He sighed. ""No matter, a day will make no difference. Tell me, pray, where I may find accommodation?""
+""Arthur can stay with us, surely, Emma?"" asked Lucy excitedly.
+""I fear not, Lucy,"" said Pendleton ruefully, ""it is not meet for a single man such as myself to take a bed in a house where only the ladies are present. Not so, Miss Dodd?""
+""I fear you have the truth of it, sir.""
+""Accommodation, then?""
+Emma pointed. ""There is an inn a scant mile along there, sir. They cater for travelers such as yourself. Food and bed; simple fare, but sustaining.""
+""It sounds capital. May I have a private word with Lucy?""
+Emma hesitated, and then smiled. ""I shall admire the wild flowers over there, sir. In sight but out of earshot.""
+Pendleton smiled, a smile of great charm, Emma thought. ""I am in your debt, Miss Dodd,"" he said simply, and then turned to Lucy.
+Emma walked out of earshot and pretended to study the wild flowers growing at the verge. Pendleton seemed amiable enough and she thought he showed some semblance of resolution in following Lucy this far North. Emma smiled. From the candid tales Lucy had told of his prowess, he was also an excellent lover. She looked up to see the lovers coming toward her hand in hand.
+""It is agreed, Emma. Arthur will stay at the inn tonight and call on Richard tomorrow. Will it be all right if Arthur calls tomorrow morning and escorts me on a ride?"" she asked winningly. ""I couldn't bear not to see him again until Richard returns.""
+""With your permission, Miss Dodd, as it seems you are in charge of the household until Colonel Faulkner's return,"" said Pendleton.
+Emma thought for a moment, but could see no harm in the suggestion. ""Very well, Mr Pendleton. We shall expect you after breakfast tomorrow.""
+""Thank you, Emma,"" said Lucy, turning to kiss Pendleton. ""I shall see you in the morning, my love. I can scarce wait. I shall not sleep a wink tonight.""
+""Do try, my sweet,"" said Pendleton, smiling. He kissed Lucy again, bowed to Emma and mounted his horse. ""Until tomorrow,"" he said and wheeled his horse towards the inn, waving a hand in farewell.
+""Oh, Emma,"" cried Lucy. ""I am so excited, with Arthur so near.""
+Emma laughed. ""Calm yourself, my dear Lucy. Tomorrow will be here soon enough. Ah, I see Dan and Maria have returned. I shall ask Dan to saddle the grey mare for you in the morning. You have your habit with you?""
+""Oh, yes. I feared that riding might be the only entertainment here, so I made sure to bring it."" Lucy laughed. ""Tomorrow will never arrive!""
+Supper was soon behind them and as nine o'clock came Lucy stood. ""I am going to bed now, Emma."" She smiled and reached out to touch Emma's cheek. ""Please join me, Emma, you can help me to sleep,"" she whispered.
+Emma pressed Lucy's hand against her face, and then turned to kiss the palm. ""I shall, dear Lucy, just as soon as I have cleared away our supper dishes. Go, while there is still light. I shall be along directly.""
+As soon as she had cleared away the dishes and set things ready for breakfast, Emma undressed in her own bedroom and donned a wrapper over her nakedness. She tiptoed down to Lucy's room, only to find the younger woman in a sound sleep. Emma smiled and bent over, lightly kissing Lucy's cheek, then quietly made her way back to her own room. She reached for her nightgown, hesitated, and got into bed naked. She lay for a while reflecting on the day's events, then flushed in remembrance at her wanton behaviour with Richard Faulkner. She had behaved like a strumpet, flaunting her nakedness before him and urging him to penetrate her virgin body. But, oh! How she had thrilled to his touch, how she had enjoyed his caresses! How she had welcomed the invasion of her body by his mighty weapon! Emma felt herself moisten just at the thought of Richard's touch. But Richard is not here, alas. What am I to do? She smiled. Pretend, she thought, and let her hand stray to the fork of her legs. This is Richard's hand, not mine, she told herself as she began a gentle caress.
+Emma woke to find Lucy standing at her bedside, the light of morning at her window.
+""You did not come,"" said Lucy, pouting in reproof.
+""I did. As I said I would, but you were sound asleep and I had not the heart to wake you.""
+""You should have."" Lucy leaned forward and kissed Emma on the lips. ""But now I shall go and get ready for dear Arthur arriving.""
+""And I shall go and prepare your breakfast.""
+""May I eat with you in your little parlour, Emma?""
+""Of course, whenever you are ready. I'll bring a jug of hot water for you directly."" Emma kissed Lucy lightly and swung her legs out of bed, mildly surprised to find herself naked.
+Lucy smiled at her, with eyebrows raised. ""Naughty Emma, not wearing her nightgown,"" she teased.
+""A lesson you taught me, Lucy. Now go, for I must wash and dress before I can prepare our breakfasts.""
+Breakfast was cheerful, for Lucy was eagerly anticipating Arthur's visit and Emma in her turn was looking forward to Richard Faulkner returning home. It was not long before Lucy, watching eagerly from the window, clapped her hands in delight.
+""It is Arthur,"" she cried, ""come to fetch me."" She ran to the door to welcome him. Emma followed her. Lucy was on tiptoe, kissing Arthur Pendleton in welcome, but when Emma came up Lucy turned to her. ""Will Dan have my horse ready?"" she asked eagerly.
+Emma laughed. ""I asked him to saddle her just as soon as he spotted Mr. Pendleton, Lucy. And look, there he comes now with her.""
+Emma was soon waving goodbye to the young couple. When noon came without their return she was not anxious, for she knew that they were eager only for each other's company, but as midday moved into late afternoon she began to worry. With Lucy's absence Emma also began to ask herself why she had let herself be dragged into a sexual liaison with Lucy. Yes, and with Richard Faulkner, too. How he must despise her, for giving in to him so easily. Whatever had become of the level-headedness for which Richard Faulkner admired her? She had shown no sign of it yesterday, that was certain, letting herself be taken out of wedlock like a common trollop. What was she thinking!
+So it was with mixed feelings that Emma spotted Faulkner as he made his way up the lane towards the house, easy in the saddle like the cavalry officer he had been. Her heart lifted just to see him, but her mind raced as she wondered how to greet him. Her mind was in turmoil as she tried to tell herself to be formal when part of her wanted just to fling herself into his arms.
+Faulkner was smiling as he came inside where she awaited him, a smile soon lost as she greeted him with a formal, ""Good evening, Colonel, welcome home.""
+A part of her mind berated her for her stupidity as the smile disappeared, replaced briefly by a terrible sadness before he replied coolly, ""Good evening, Emma. Is Lucy around?""
+""Ah. No, Colonel. Miss McFey went riding with Arthur Pendleton.""
+""Pendleton is here?"" There was surprise in Faulkner's tone.
+""He arrived yesterday. He wished to call on you this morning, but when I told him you would be delayed he asked if he might take Miss McFey riding. I could see no harm in that.""
+""Indeed not, Emma. How long have they been gone?""
+""Since ten this morning. I confess I begin to be anxious for their return.""
+Faulkner looked hard at her, frowning. ""Since ten?""
+Emma nodded.
+""Did they say where they were going?""
+Emma shook her head. ""No. I assumed they would just ride the lanes for a while.""
+""They may have got lost and will return directly. In the meantime, I would be grateful for some food.""
+""At once, Colonel."" As Emma turned away she caught a frown on Faulkner's face and a thoughtful look in his eye.
+Emma served Richard Faulkner's dinner and then retired to her little parlour. Eight o'clock came without Lucy and Pendleton, then nine o'clock. At ten, Emma went to Faulkner's study.
+""Colonel, I am worried about Miss McFey. What can have become of her?""
+""I, too, Emma. Have you been up to her room?""
+""No,"" said Emma, surprised. ""I saw no need to.""
+""Come,"" said Faulkner. ""Let us take a look."" He lit a candle and led the way up the stairs to Lucy's bedroom. Inside they looked around, seeing nothing untoward until Emma turned back the bed covers.
+""Colonel, a note!"" she cried, holding it out to him.
+""What does it say?""
+Quickly, Emma opened the note. She read aloud. ""My dear Richard and Emma, I hope it will be evening before you read this, so that we will be well on the road. Arthur and I are going to Gretna Green, to be wed. I hope you will wish us well. We both hope for your own happiness together, too. With fondest love, Lucy."" Emma's voice trailed off and she looked at Faulkner. ""They must have planned this last night, for Lucy never went back to her room following Pendleton's arrival this morning.""
+""We can do nothing tonight. I will leave at first light."" Faulkner regarded her gravely. ""And what of us, Emma. Only last night you told me you loved me, but since my return you have been most cool toward me.""
+Emma forced herself to face him. ""I thought you must think me the most common trollop, the way I let you take me. I…"" She faltered, not knowing quite what to say.
+""Emma, Emma,"" said Faulkner gently. ""I think you are a most _un_ common trollop. You are a beautiful and passionate woman and my dream of heaven is to be in your arms."" He moved closer and put a finger under her chin, raising her face so that she must look at him. ""Am I no longer welcome in your bed, dearest Emma?""
+Emma burst into tears. ""Oh, Richard,"" she stammered, ""You will always be welcome in my bed."" Faulkner put his arms around her and held her to him. Emma buried her face in his chest, happiness bubbling through her. Faulkner held her for a moment, then eased his embrace.
+""I have a confession,"" Faulkner began, just as Emma began to speak.
+""I must tell you,"" she began, then stopped. She gestured to Faulkner. ""Speak first, my dear.""
+""It's about Lucy,"" he began, and then paused.
+""You bedded her,"" said Emma. She took his hand as he looked at her, guilty, astonished. She put her finger on his lips as he began to speak. ""I saw you, Richard. I heard a moan. I thought she was ill and came downstairs to see. The door was ajar and I saw the two of you. I'm sorry, Richard, I did not mean to spy on you."" Emma shrugged. ""I think watching the two of you made me realise how much I loved you. And when Lucy seduced me into her bed, her intent seemed only to have you bed me in my turn."" Emma smiled. ""That, my dear, I would not resist if my life depended on it.""
+""Can you forgive me?"" asked Faulkner quietly.
+""Of course, for I believe Lucy has becharmed us both,"" cried Emma.
+""The pendant,"" said Faulkner thoughtfully.
+""What of it?""
+""I think Lucy's pendant has affected us. It must be something of that ilk, for I would not ordinarily bed my own cousin's daughter, even if she were begging me to do so."" Faulkner smiled ruefully. ""I fear I did not need much persuading.""
+Emma laughed. ""I have seen Lucy's unadorned beauty, dear Richard. Remember? Were I male I fear I too would have little resistance if she were trying to lure me into her bed.""
+He looked at her warmly. ""Her beauty pales against your own, my love."" He smiled. ""The carvings on the medallion. Shakti and Shiva, I believe. I saw things when I was in India that defy conventional wisdom,"" said Faulkner seriously. ""If I were told that the pendant was bewitched I might find it hard to deny. We must count ourselves fortunate that it is Shakti who affected us and not Shiva the Destroyer."" Faulkner looked deep into Emma's eyes. ""Tell me, Emma. Tell me true. Do you love me?""
+""With all my heart,"" said Emma simply.
+""As I love you,"" said Faulkner. He grinned, the sombre mood over. ""To your bed, my love,"" he said. ""I will join you directly, if I may?""  
+""Oh, dearest Richard, yes!"" cried Emma.
+""Go then. Take the candle, I can manage.""
+In her room, Emma undressed quickly. She reached for her nightgown automatically, and then discarded it. I sleep naked a second night, she thought, but not alone tonight. She set the candle carefully on the dresser and got into bed. I do not know which side Richard prefers, she mused, and then giggled to herself. I will lie in the middle.
+She lay, waiting impatiently, her heart racing. I want him, she thought, I want him so very much. If it is my fate to be only his mistress, then so be it. I am content. She heard Faulkner's step in the hallway and sat up to welcome him.
+Faulkner stopped just inside the doorway and smiled. ""Ah, Emma, such beauty awaiting me."" He loosened and discarded the loose robe he was wearing. Like Emma, Faulkner was naked, his erection already formidable. He lightly stroked it. ""See what you do to me, dear Emma.""
+Emma giggled. ""I cannot show so easily how you excite me, Richard, save for these manifestations of my desire,"" said Emma, indicating her swollen nipples, ""but if you would care to join me, I am sure your touch will reveal all.""
+Faulkner chuckled and got into bed beside her, reaching for her, to put his left arm around her neck and stroke her body with his right. Emma moaned involuntarily as Faulkner's hand passed lightly over her nipples.
+""Does my touch please you, my love,"" he asked.
+""Oh, yes!"" said Emma fervently.
+""Forgive my impatience, but I can wait no longer, Emma, I must have that other touch, that of your body around me,"" said Faulkner, moving over her. Emma spread her legs to give him access.
+""Now, Richard,"" she cried, ""love me now!""
+Faulkner eased his prick towards Emma's opening. Unsure in the dimness of the room, he missed his target. Emma chuckled and as if she had been doing it for years, deftly guided him into her, sighing as she felt him enter. Faulkner pressed forward into her, then back to spread her juices over his prick, then forward again, until he was buried to his root within her core. He paused, and kissed her gently.
+""I love you, dear Emma,"" he said softly.
+""And I love you, Richard,"" she said. ""With my head, and with my heart, and with my body, I love you.""
+Faulkner began to move again and Emma moved with him. As he pressed into her, she pushed up against him, trying to swallow him entirely within herself. She clasped him with arms and thighs and heels, reveling in the smooth workings of his prick in her juices, an excitement rising in her, stimulated by the filling and emptying of her quim by his prick. The excitement built and built within her and her breathing quickened until she was almost gasping, sweat beading her brow, her nails digging into Faulkner's back until she could deny herself no longer and she surrendered to the tumult of her climax, a wordless cry escaping her lips as she peaked, before sliding slowly down into a hazy awareness that Faulkner was still rhythmically pushing into her, his breath labouring as he approached his own climax until with a grunted oath he came, thrusting almost violently into Emma's quim as his prick swelled to exquisite sensitivity in the warm wetness of her core.
+Gradually the lovers descended from the peak of climax, clutching each other, trembling into stillness, slowly regaining control of their breathing, until Faulkner withdrew from Emma, collapsing on his back beside her, fingers entwined with hers. Emma came up onto her elbow and kissed him.
+""I'm coming with you,"" she said.
+""How well do you ride?"" he asked bluntly.
+""Very well,"" she replied simply.
+""Side-saddle may slow you.""
+Emma laughed. ""I have breeches and boots. I can dress myself as would a boy, if it will not embarrass you.""
+Faulkner laughed in his turn. ""It will take more that that to embarrass me, lass."" He reached out and caressed her breast and her hand came up to cover his. ""You can never look like a boy to me, my dearest darling Emma. Have you done that before?"" he asked curiously.
+""Before my father became so ill. I was sixteen. I think I embarrassed poor Papa, but he never forbade me."" Emma smiled in recollection.
+""It will certainly make our journey quicker. General Wade's fine new Military Road will take us most of the way to Carlisle, then we can swing North for Gretna."" Faulkner chuckled. ""I think being a cavalry officer might explain my love of horses, but even that cannot say why I keep a near dozen of the beasts."" He pondered. ""'Tis nigh thirty-five miles to Carlisle, and another ten to Gretna, but if we bear off at Brampton and cut across to Longtown, we can cut five miles off. Get some sleep, my love, for we'll leave at first light.""
+The sun was just peeping over the horizon to the east as Faulkner and Emma rose to prepare themselves for the journey. Faulkner looked across at Emma as she reached for her clothes.
+""A moment, Emma,"" he said.
+Emma stopped what she was doing and looked at Faulkner, curious. He smiled at her.
+""Stand straight and tall for a moment, my love. I would fix your beauty in my mind for our journey.""
+Emma laughed and did as he asked, standing straight and tall. She clasped her hands together over her head so that her breasts lifted and stood on tiptoe for a moment, before relaxing, giggling. Faulkner came to her, smiling, and took her in his arms. He looked at her, soberly.
+""You are lovely, Emma Dodd, and I love you.""
+""I love you, Colonel Richard Faulkner,"" said Emma, staring deep into his eyes, trying to put all her love into a look.
+Faulkner smiled again. ""Dress now, my love, and let us go seek my fair cousin."" He kissed her, briefly but fiercely, then turned to go to his room.
+""Richard, a moment,"" cried Emma. ""What will you do if we catch them, before they wed, I mean.""
+Faulkner studied her for a moment. ""What would you have me do?"" he asked lightly.
+""Do not punish them for love.""
+Faulkner laughed and took Emma's hands in his. ""I had more the idea of being certain in my own mind that they love each other and wishing them well."" He smiled ruefully. ""Wed they must, or Lucy is forever disgraced.""
+""Oh, Richard,"" cried Emma and flung herself into his arms. Faulkner took hold of her and kissed her fiercely, but as Emma responded the kiss changed, becoming a kiss of love and passion. Emma let her hand move down between them to touch Faulkner's penis, dormant now but twitching slightly at her touch. She grasped him and Faulkner broke the kiss, smiling.
+""You would delay our departure?"" he teased.
+""Only as long as it takes to show you yet again how much I love you. If this confirms me as the shameless hussy I am, then so be it, but I want you Richard Faulkner, I want that beautiful weapon of yours, all hot and hard, to pierce me where my juices flow to welcome it, and I want it now.""
+With a joyous laugh, Faulkner picked Emma up and laid her on the bed. She threw her legs apart and Faulkner gazed for a moment at the opening revealed beneath her tawny curls. He reached out and stroked her cleft, running his finger the full length of her, lightly stroking her clitoris, then gently pushing two fingers into her while he held her gaze with his eyes.
+Emma looked back at him proudly, heat in her cheeks, then gasped as his fingers moved within her.
+""You like that?"" Faulkner asked gently.
+""I do,"" said Emma, ""But much more do I like this,"" reaching for his burgeoning erection and clasping it with her small hand, lightly stroking the length of him while she reveled in the smooth, hot hardness.
+""Then you shall have it,"" said Faulkner and moved to kneel between her spread legs. He bent to position his prick at her opening and Emma gasped in pleasure as he entered her.
+""Oh, you feel so big!"" She smiled at him. ""And so urgent.""
+Faulkner eased himself into her until he was rooted in the snug, wet warmth of her and paused. He smiled down at her, and deftly rolled them over until Emma, with a startled squeal, suddenly found herself on top.
+""Perhaps Miss Dodd would care to control the urgency?"" he murmured, brows lifted in query.
+Emma giggled and, careful not to lose his prick from her quim, brought her knees up alongside his hips, pressing on his chest so that she could sit upright. ""Oh!"" she said, startled, as Faulkner penetrated even deeper within her, then sighed. ""Oh, dear Richard, that feels so good!""
+""Oh, indeed it does,"" said Faulkner, relishing the tight, warm feeling of her about his prick. He smiled up at her. ""You are exceedingly snug about me, Miss Dodd,"" he teased.
+Emma flushed, but smiled down at him. ""I should feel guilty, should I not? Miss Emma Dodd, spinster, fornicating with Colonel Richard Faulkner? But Richard, dear, I do not! It feels so right to me, to have your wonderful weapon within my maiden's sheath. Can it be evil, something that feels so good?""
+Faulkner shook his head in warm denial as he looked up at Emma, seeing the sparkle of her brown eyes, the tawny hair loose about her shoulders, her breasts, beautiful and so soft to his touch, her nipples, engorged now in her passion. He looked down and saw her nether lips, rosy with her need, full, snug – oh, so snug! – about his erection. He looked up again, to see the warmth of her look, the love in her eyes.
+She began to move, lifting herself the full length of his swollen prick, pausing, squeezing with her internal muscles - where did I learn to do that, she wondered to herself with an idle corner of her mind – then slowly letting herself slide back down the slippery length of him, then again, again.
+Faulkner raised his hands to cup her breasts, squeezing gently. Emma moaned softly with pleasure as his thumbs found her nipples, rubbing lightly, caressing. She was moving faster now, a joyous slither up and down, feeling him filling her. A murmur of pleasure escaped her lips, followed by a moan as she came down harder and took his full length within her, a grunt from Faulkner at the same instant. They were breathing faster now, picking up her rhythm, hearts beating faster, rising to a peak, a peak approaching quickly now. Faulkner grunted again as she came down and he thrust up into her and she gasped as she felt him. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the peak of pleasure, so new to her, yet so welcome, until with a joyous cry of ""Yes!"" she peaked, her belly rippling, her quim clamping down on Faulkner's prick in a climax of ecstasy as in his turn he thrust into her, his own climax seeded by hers, the two lovers clasping each other as they slowly descended from the summit of their shared passion.
+Gradually, they stilled, and Emma eased herself to her back beside him, his arm around her, holding her to him.
+""Emma, my love?""
+""Yes, dear Richard?""
+""When we reach Gretna, whether we catch Lucy and Pendleton before they are wed or not?""
+""Yes, Richard?""
+""Will you marry me?""
+""Oh, yes, dear Richard! Yes, yes, yes!""
+Faulkner kissed her, gently, but with a vast promise in his kiss.
+""Something else, dear Emma.""
+""Yes, my love?""
+""I fear society may turn up its collective nose at us, my marrying my housekeeper.""
+""I fear you have the right of it, Richard,"" said Emma sadly.
+""I think we should go away when we are wed.""
+""Away, Richard? Where? London? Edinburgh? I have been to Edinburgh, but never London.""
+Faulkner kissed her, laughing. ""No, my sweet. Not London, not Edinburgh.""
+""Where, then?""
+""America.""
+""America?"" cried Emma. ""Why there?""
+""You have no family, I have no family. We have no ties. I was there with the regiment in 1812. Yes, we got our noses bloodied, but I fell in love with the country. There is opportunity there, Emma. A new life, new beginning, and we will be accepted for who we are and what we do, not for who our fathers or grandfathers were. What do you say, my love?""
+""I say 'yes', Richard. Wherever you go, I go,"" said Emma simply, thinking, a new life, a new beginning, hope for the future.
+""Perhaps Lucy and Arthur might come too, for it is certain that my cousin Alice will be most displeased with Lucy, aye, and with me, when she learns what happens.""
+""Perhaps, dear Richard, but whatever happens, I am content.""
+* * * * *
+ _For those of you who have read this far, I hope you have enjoyed my little tale. Feedback is welcome, either to the address in my profile or via anonymous feedback. Don't forget your own e-mail address if you ask a question or require a response!_
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+299,Talisman Ch. 5: Victoria Grace Tilden,JUDO,Chain Stories,2002-07-26,2002-07-26,2022-01-08 03:54:28,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/talisman-ch-5-victoria-grace-tilden,Young lady comes into knowledge & to the aid of others.,"['Bed Victoria', 'Center Victoria', 'Fingers Victoria', 'Morning Victoria', 'Pleasurable Sensation', 'Sarah Victoria', 'Smiled Victoria', 'Victoria Nodded', 'Victoria Opened', 'Woman Michael']",4.53,"As if the rumble wasn't distracting enough, the hot wind began to intrude on her thoughts as well. An endless ocean of sand flew by on the right as her nose braved the continuous assault of blighted streams, wheat fields, cattle herds, caravans along the road, and smelling worst of all, the natives in the outer coaches. It'd been days since they'd begun travel and two hours in this heat, but it felt longer. Perhaps it was the months preceding that made it so.
+A handkerchief clutched to her nose and mouth as protection against the smoke and dust coming in the open windows, Sarah McAuley leaned in close to her charge. ""Are you unwell, Miss Victoria? You have scarcely said a word since the port."" She coughed lightly and covered up again.
+""I am very well, Miss McAuley. Just a little fatigued."" She breathed deeply just once, then the smells reminded her not to do that again.
+""It's so hot."" Sarah mopped the sweat from her brow and covered up again.
+""I think it will be more comfortable once we've arrived."" Sarah tried to appear pleasant as though their arduous journey could be considered in such a manner.
+Victoria nodded affirmatively to the shorter woman who'd worked for her family these past few years.
+Satisfied, Sarah crouched lower into the seat, hiding her face in the folds of her traveling skirt
+Victoria worried about their luggage. It had been thrown onto the top of the carriage. She looked up. On the rack above them, two hatboxes and a Gladstone bag jostled against one another as mile after mile of uneven track clattered by. Old and rickety - like me, her grandfather would say - certainly not the Orient Express. Her glance set her mind to wondering if it was still there at all.
+""I do hope that our baggage is secure."" Victoria pointed up as she shouted over the din.
+A muffled ""What?"" answered from Sarah.
+She tapped her shoulder, but Sarah refused to budge. A final glance to the roof told her to forget what she could do nothing about and she settled back onto the upholstered backing of the seats. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as the sand dunes flowed by. Thousands of them, exactly the same, yet different like the waves at Brighton in the summer. Her family vacations spent there felt like this when she was young - exciting, new, and little adventures around each corner.
+However, at the end of this journey Michael would be waiting. He'd written her every week about the progress he was making with Sir Ceril Winthrop's company: the delays, his fears, the grand opportunities. What was it he expected of her? Would he still feel as close in spirit as they had this past spring? Why had he sent for her at this moment in time?
+She grabbed Sarah as the train lurched and slowed down. Impatient, she got to her knees on the seat, placed a hand on her hat and leaned out the window to look. Blinking though the onslaught of smoke and dust, she saw the river approach out of agricultural fields. A single boat sailed upstream. Small buildings and villages appeared.
+A hand pulled at her backside, hauling her into the cabin. ""Miss Victoria, what do you think you're doing? Have a care; you are risking your life when you put your head out of the window. If you are not concerned for your own sake would you at least consider the consequences for me?"" Sarah puffed herself up, spitting out the words.
+Victoria had a grin ear-to-ear. ""It's the Nile. Look. Isn't it wonderful?""
+Sarah leaned closely into her shoulder as they both watched a large section of the ancient river drop into view. They smiled at one another and hugged as they marveled at their first sight of the river's waters.
+The young woman was giddy now, not tired any longer. ""I can't believe we're almost here.""
+""And look up ahead, that must be Cairo."" Sarah pointed at the buildings fast approaching alongside the tracks.
+""Will we travel to Sir Winthrop's company first or do we have time to see any of the sights?""
+Sarah gave her a funny look. ""Miss Victoria, must I remind you of our status. We're not here as tourists. We're in the employee of Sir Ceril Winthrop now and sightseeing will have to done if and when we have time of our own. I fully expect a carriage waiting at the station when we arrive.""
+""Oh, I had not realized that you had notified them of our arrival."" The excitement of the new fled her shoulders and they drooped.
+""This morning from Alexandria after we docked. I've sent a telegram."" Sarah McAuley had reverted to her role of efficient Companion and chaperone, the brief moment of informal intimacy had past. Sarah saw the sudden lull in her spirits and nudged her with an elbow. ""Perhaps young Mister Berringer will be there to greet you, Miss Victoria?""
+She smiled quickly and looked out the window as the center of town near Opera Square slid into view. She knew that Sarah was attempting to lift her spirits, but a mention of Michael wasn't necessarily the best medicine. There were so many unanswered questions about their betrothal. If you are getting married, you can only do it for one of two reasons, her mother had always told her: financial security or…the other she could not remember.
+However, she loved Michael or, at least, felt she did. With so little knowledge of what love felt like, how was one to know when confronted with it? He was financially secure with a respected profession, a substantial income and good prospects from his family's business concerns. He treated her with the utmost respect and care. Forever the gentleman, he still found time to tell her how he felt about issues and didn't mind listening to her opinions from time to time when he told her about world events. If that wasn't behavior enabling a marriage, then she didn't know what was.
+She'd missed their carriage rides through the park and walks around Cambridge the past six months. She'd attended concerts and lectures in the stead of his company to fend off loneliness. Was it possible that they could begin where they'd left off and in such an odd place?
+At the train station, Sarah went about the business of arranging for two porters, at least it seemed like they worked for the railway company, to fetch their baggage off the roof and stack it near the entrance.
+It was sheer misery waiting. If could be, it was even hotter inside the building than out. Sarah returned from her endeavors and marched right past her.
+""Where are you going? Is the carriage here?"" She waved, but Sarah strode on.
+""I'm going to check the street. The coachmen have not arrived nor or there any messages."" With a turn of her heel, she disappeared around the corner.
+Victoria could feel sweat trickling down her back. In front of the pile of trunks and bags, she paced for a bit, trying to start a breeze, but succeeded in only making herself hotter. She couldn't stand it any longer and unbuttoned her jacket, throwing it on top of the pile. This helped a little, but it was still very hot and with no breeze at all… Where was Sarah? She unbuttoned her cuffs and collar, then closed her eyes as she fanned herself with her hat.
+""Goodness, I wasn't gone that long was I?""
+Victoria looked up at Sarah. A large, older swarthy man stood beside her in British khakis.
+""Oh, I didn't hear you return."" Victoria slid off the trunk, donned her hat and started rolling her sleeves back down.
+""Miss Victoria, cover yourself up this instant. There are many men about."" Sarah looked at her sternly.
+""But it's so hot."" Victoria gave her a whining tone and gesture.
+""That is no reason for you to start going native. There are standards an Englishwoman should maintain, no matter where in the world she is. We can wash at the hotel when we arrive. Until then, let's remember just how far from civilization we've ventured.""
+Sarah turned to her right and gestured at the large man. He had a large unkempt black mustache with flecks of gray and a line of hair between his eyebrows. His belly protruded beyond his belt buckle and his messy gray hair stuck to his face. He smiled in Victoria's direction, but stared keenly at her breasts. Victoria looked down. Her cotton blouse was stuck wetly to her skin at the bodice. The pink of her skin showed through. She quickly glanced back at the man's eyes, flustered, and grabbed her jacket, putting one arm into it. The man just smiled more broadly.
+""Mr. Perridopolis, this is Miss Victoria Tilden. Miss Tilden, this is Mr. Perridopolis. He is Sir Ceril's foreman on the dig at, ah…dig at Giza. He has brought our transport.""
+Victoria finished pulling on her jacket as Mr. Perridopolis extended a huge hand in greeting.
+""Please, Miss Tilden, call me Tony. Everyone does."" He had a deep voice and a very harsh Greek accent.
+Victoria started to reach out to the hand, but stopped when his smiling eyes dropped between her lapels, glancing furtively at her breasts again.
+She closed her jacket with both hands and replied coldly. ""Pleased to meet you, Mr. Perridopolis, but as you are a - fellow employee, I will address you accordingly. Now, which way is our carriage?""
+Sarah quickly turned, but Tony spoke first. ""I'm sorry, I must apologize. Our accommodations here are not perhaps what you are used to, Miss Tilden. I have a wagon and three camels outside for us…""
+""A camel? A camel for me to ride? How ridiculous! Mr. Perridopolis, I have not the faintest notion nor the desire to learn how one rides such a creature.""
+Sarah held up her hands and shrugged. ""Nothing to be done, I'm afraid. I must confess for our friend here, Mr. Perridopolis, that the arrangements were apparently made last minute. Mr. Berringer was intending to come, but due to issues, he had to stay behind. That is correct, Mr. Perridopolis?""
+""Yes, terribly sorry. The best I could find on such quick notice. Please, uh, ladies. This way."" Tony bowed and gestured towards the door leading to the street.
+Staring worriedly at Sarah, Victoria finally made her feet move past Tony and they headed outside.
+Stepping outside, the sun baked into them instantly.
+Victoria shielded her eyes with her an arm and held one hand up, covering the troubling light. ""My God, is that the sun? I feel like I'm under a lens.""
+Sarah pushed at her. ""Get over there under that market awning in the shade. That's all I need - you fainting on the street. Go on, now.""
+Tony yelled at a couple of men, who hurried inside and began streaming back and forth with their luggage, piling it into a huge wagon that stood beside the curb. As they got closer, Victoria realized its drab color was the result of a thick coating of dust that covered every visible part of the conveyance.
+Victoria stood quietly in the shade trying to think of anything that would take her mind off the smell or the heat. She looked at the marketplace surrounding the small square in front of the railway station. Nearby, several covered carts were full of melons and freshly picked vegetables. She couldn't imagine that the area could be so conducive to such amazing agriculture.
+Behind the cart was an old man sitting near the wall. Victoria walked to the cart and the old man looked up. Around his eyes crawled flies for which he showed great tolerance, shooing them away quietly. His gown ended abruptly below his knees, as he didn't have any legs. Victoria covered her startled expression and backed away.
+She bumped into someone and instantly smelled a viciously sweet smell - French perfume. She turned to look. It was Tony, smiling down at her.
+""Goodness gracious, Mr. Perridopolis. Did you see? That poor man …"" Sarah couldn't stop herself from rudely pointing at the cart.
+""Yes, he's been in that same spot for years. His family raises the melons."" Tony waved. The old man smiled a toothless smile.
+""We are ready. Would you like assistance?""
+""Assistance? What do you mean assistance, Mr. Perridopolis?""
+Tony backed away and held out his hand. In it were reins holding a camel.
+Sarah was already on the back of one with a young man leading it in the street. Shocked and wide-eyed, Victoria looked at the big eyes of the camel standing over her. They were surrounded with the self-same flies of the old melon man. Just as she met its alien gaze, it honked and spit, splattering her skirt.
+Victoria screamed. The smell of the spittle rankled her nose, breaking her composure. ""My God. Do they always do that?""
+""Not all the time. Can I give you help?""
+""Hurry up, Miss Victoria. This is thrilling. Quite the view up here."" Sarah rocked in the saddle behind the little man leading her camel, but smiled down at her all the same.
+Victoria nodded at Tony.
+The big Greek smacked the animal in the leg with a little stick, but the camel just barked and roared back at him. ""Down, down!"" Tony yanked at the reins, but still the camel refused to lower itself to the ground for mounting.
+""It looks like the camel doesn't want to. Maybe I could just walk?"" Victoria backed up closer to the market wall.
+Frustrated, Tony approached Victoria. ""There's no more time for this. We have to go. Now."" Tony picked Victoria up off the ground and carried her to the camel.
+""Okay. Well I… Wait! What are you…? Put me down!"" Never had she been manhandled in such a manner. The situation was compounded by the fact that this man was not only a relative stranger, but also a foreigner from the lower serving classes. ""Mr. Perridopolis! How dare you. Put me down this instant! I am warning you, I shall inform Sir Ceril of your unwarranted behavior.""
+He appeared to be oblivious to the impropriety of his actions and the possible consequences. ""Quit struggling. This won't take a second."" Tony pushed her up the side of the camel, but Victoria kept fighting him. She slipped once, but Tony caught her - one hand on her butt and the other across her breasts.
+""Unhand me, you - you scoundrel. I shall inform Mr. Berringer!"" Indignant and embarrassed, Victoria couldn't make any headway.
+Tony smiled. ""I told Mr. Berringer I would fetch you. So, what is it going to be? Do I have to carry you or do you ride the camel?""
+Victoria gazed at him with quiet anger.
+""Right, camel it is."" He grabbed her hips and pushed her up onto the saddle. She slapped at his hands until she was in place and he let go.
+Gesturing like a jockey, Tony admonished the young woman. ""I would hold on tightly, Miss Tilden. Camels - not easy to ride.""
+Tony climbed up onto his camel and with the words, ""Hut! Hut!"" he was off down the road. The loping walk of her camel, nearly tumbled her off into a ditch when they first started, but after a street corner or two, she understood the motion, but had to pay attention at every step as it jostled her side-to-side.
+Sarah rode alongside her. Two chatting, young Egyptian boys led their camels along, carefully avoiding any beggars and other street traffic.
+""Miss Victoria, isn't this exciting? Romantic even, like something in a novel?"" Sarah had a faraway look in her eyes like you might get when thinking of something pleasant.
+Victoria couldn't possibly understand how this situation warranted such vision.
+""We're riding camels in Cairo, making way to our lodgings near the sands of the great desert outside Giza. Absolutely incredible, wouldn't you say?""
+Victoria couldn't. ""Not the words I would choose, Sarah. At least, not at the moment. Did you see how that ruffian grabbed me?""
+""Who?"" Sarah still looked oblivious.
+""Tony. Tony the Greek… Whatever he is.""
+""He's the foreman, dear, of the Egyptian laborers. And you were being difficult.""
+""I was being difficult? This is ridiculous. Who wouldn't be? A week on a ship. Four hours on a train barely holding together. It's a wonder we didn't suffocate. And now camels? In this blazing heat? Really, Miss McAuley, I think you are forgetting your station. How dare you address me as dear.""
+""Don't upset yourself, dear, you'll just make yourself hotter. Remember, beyond the point of positive action in difficult proceedings, you simply have to lie back and let them pass.""
+Victoria closed her eyes and sighed heavily. Sarah always quoted her father to her when she started getting upset. It had always had the annoying effect of calming her. The wagon filled with their luggage trundled along behind them, kicking up a wall of dust to passersby, although, they didn't seem to mind at all.
+As they lazily rocked along on the back of the camels, a cool breeze kicked up from their right. Victoria wasn't sure at first, but after a time, she could see the banks of the Nile coming closer and closer between buildings. She turned to Sarah.
+""How much longer to Sir Winthrop's?""
+""Oh, let's see. Not long until we get to the crossing. ""
+""The crossing?""
+""Yes, we transfer the camels to a ferry to take us across the river. Then, another camel ride to our accommodations. About two and a half hours, not long.""
+""Two and a…? Not long? On these things? I'll be a cripple! Oh, my God."" Victoria wanted to cover her sour face, but couldn't release the steely hold she had on the saddle for fear of falling off.
+""Watch your language, young lady. I've been lax on you up until now, but we're getting ready to be amongst civilized ladies and gentlemen quite soon, so, please watch that filthy mouth of yours."" Indignant, Sarah's Welsh face screwed her eyebrows up to her hairline.
+Having no further options, she tried to clear her mind and picture her family's home north of London, where her father managed his cattle: the rolling hills, the oak trees, her mother's garden… Victoria thought of Michael just then. With all of this to go through just to see him, he might be the least of her worries by the time they arrived.
+* * *
+""Is she here? Has she checked in?"" Michael Berringer ran up the steps to the main lobby. He took off his Pith helmet and did what he could to dust his trousers and shirt.
+""Slow down, Mr. Berringer. I'm certain they've not arrived as of yet. We still have time to get one of these lackeys to fetch us a round. What?"" Sir Ceril rolled out of the saddle and dropped carefully to the ground. Heaven forbid that he might misstep in front of his lessers. He was out of breath by the time he reached the lobby doors. Michael approached, looking left and right.
+""It would appear that you are correct, Sir Ceril. No one's registered."" Michael continued to look for heads in the lobby.
+""Come now, Berringer. You'll work yourself into a tizzy. You there, boy!"" He gestured with his riding quirt at a hotel bellboy.
+The youngster turned on his heel and approached. ""Yes, sir. May I be of assist…""
+""Of course you may, my good lad. Go tell Mr. Kranar at the bar to draw a pint for Mr. Berringer and myself and clear space at the bridge table.""
+""Yes sir. Will that be…?""
+""Sir Ceril, I must protest. My fiancée will arrive at any moment."" Berringer was indeed beside himself. The elderly gent steadied his young friend with a firm hand on his shoulder.
+""Just a minute. Remember this. Your young lady has traveled a very long way and the last thing she will want is for her man to witness her state of affairs at the moment of her arrival."" Sir Winthrop's steely blue eyes bored into the younger man's.
+Berringer's shoulders relaxed. ""And I'm sure she'll want to have time to make herself presentable, unpack and the like. You're right, as usual, Sir Ceril Winthrop.""
+Winthrop smiled and slapped him on the shoulder. ""And will you stop calling me that. My name is Ceril. Every time I hear ""Sir Ceril Winthrop,"" I expect my bullheaded old father to accost me. God rest his soul.""
+The boy stood at attention awaiting his orders. Winthrop stared at him for a moment.
+""Get on to the bar, boy. Make it snappy and there'll be another tuppance for you.""
+""Yes sir. Right away!"" The boy hurried out of the parlor.  
+Now a hotel, Mena House had once been a hunting lodge situated far from the city, but now the city had grown considerably and was extending even beyond the hotel's property. Just thirty years before, Princess Eugenie of France had driven the road outside to witness the great pyramids. The Ottoman ruler, Ismail, planted her beloved acacia trees along it. But so much had happened since the opening of the Suez. British rule here and in the Sudan. The horrid Boer wars in the south - when for the first time, the apparently invincible British army had been reduced to impotence and near defeat by an improvised force of farmers. Only within the last year had law and order really been stabilized in the region. Moreover, Eugenie's trees were mostly gone; some replaced by eucalyptus.
+But the hotel remained dutiful throughout with all of the entrapments of its European counterparts - walnut bar and card room, murals in the lobby and dining rooms, crystal chandeliers ­- an amazing bit of work that. And largely transported here on the backs of camels and caravans.
+In the smoke-filled bar, Winthrop pushed his chair out and plopped his great backside into one of the handcrafted walnut chairs at the card table. Berringer breathed a sigh of relief to be off his feet. He had to get out of these dusty clothes and riding boots soon somehow.
+""Feels good to finally sit, Sir Winth - Ceril.""
+Winthrop smiled. ""Tell me of this bride-to-be, Berringer. Can she really handle our needs?""
+A barman approached with a silver tray and drinks, placing them quietly as they continued talking.
+""Absolutely. She has wanted to be involved in fieldwork since she was seventeen. She heard a presentation by Sir Peter le Page Renouf at the Royal Society and was rapt on the subject of ancient Egypt ever since. She's a smart girl. She has had private tutoring her entire life and until last year, studied with Peltrie at University College.""
+Winthrop almost spit up his beer. ""Flinders Peltrie? The archeologist?""
+""Yes, yes, of course. Not only that, she's been his assistant these last several months proofreading his new text on methods of archeology.""
+""I must say this is incredible. How did such a…a wonder woman get involved with a cad like yourself?"" Winthrop brushed the foam off his mustache and sipped some more of the amber ale.
+Berringer laughed at Winthrop's jest and downed some of the beer at last. ""Oh, that's good. Can't believe they'd have this here."" He lowered the glass and looked out the window overlooking the tennis courts. ""We met at the Spring Cotillion two years ago. She was the picture of loveliness, if you don't mind my saying so.""
+""Not at all, not at all. Do go on.""
+""She stole my heart instantly. I'd never seen such a beauty, a full flesh and blood woman, sir. After we'd met her parents and shared our minds, I loved her even more. I can not believe that she is going to be right here with us.""
+""Has she traveled before?"" Winthrop gave him a concerned look.
+Berringer looked puzzled for a moment. ""Well, I…I don't…I hadn't thought about that. She has a strong spirit, Sir Ceril, I…""
+""Don't worry yourself, Berringer. I'm sure she's no delicate flower or you'd never have suggested it. But mind you this…"" Winthrop leaned in close. ""We're not in England now, boy. Where a woman's concerned, you can't trust Johnny Foreigner. Stay close to that fiancée of yours whilst she's here. There are a thousand snakes lurking in the dark, so near to so much treasure to be found. Mark my words.""
+Berringer's surprised look softened a bit as he sat back and drank the last of his beer.
+""I say, Mr. Kranar!"" The bartender smiled as Winthrop raised his voice. ""Did you mention a game was to be had at this table, sir?""
+* * *
+Victoria slumped in the saddle as she batted at the low-hanging tree branches. ""Sarah, do you imagine we could get the young boys leading the camels to attempt to avoid all of these eucalyptus trees?""
+""Sorry, Miss Victoria, I don't speak a word of their colorful language, but hang on, we're almost there. Do you see the trees leading out to the right just beyond that rise?"" Sarah pointed at a distant double-row of trees behind some nearby houses.
+""Yes, I see them."" It was hard to make out in the haze and the heat. The trees danced above the horizon as though on fire.
+""Now, look immediately to the left of that.""
+Her eyes looked left, but saw only more sky. ""I don't see to what you are refer… Oh my Lord! That's not…""
+""Oh, yes it is, dear.""
+Slowly, but surely, the angled crown of the pyramid of Cheops crested the hill, followed quickly by its two brothers nearby. Victoria's mouth hung open as she stared. She had waited six years to see them and here they were in all their glory. In her mind, she had witnessed this event a hundred times over, but never could she imagine the feeling that rushed through her veins just now. It was easy to put herself in the place of the ancient traveler, arriving at the great city for the first time, four thousand years before, marveling at the structures now standing before her.
+""How ominous they look. So foreboding - almost monstrous. So magnificent.""
+Sarah chuckled. ""I think they look dusty and dirty, but then I'm not an Egypto… Egypto… What was that word, dear, that your professor friend used?""
+""Egyptologist."" She couldn't take her eyes off the pyramids glistening in the afternoon sun.
+""Oh, and here's Sir Ceril's accommodations for us.""
+As the city fell away past the rise in the road, an oasis appeared, painted with greenery. Gardens of flowers, trees and great lawns covered the grounds of an enormous palatial estate beyond.
+Victoria's heart jumped. ""I had been expecting tents and campfires. I had no idea…""
+""I left it as a surprise for you, Miss Tilden. Our quarters will be tents on the dig in two days time, but for now, welcome to Mena House!"" Sarah clapped as they approached the main building down the road.
+""Is that a golf course?""
+Sarah continued to applaud their destination. ""Oh, yes, two golf courses, tennis, cricket and a outdoor bathing pool. We'll be quite comfortable.""
+Victoria had imagined all sorts of vague tortures of camp life, but she never imagined such finery could appear out of the desert. ""The richness of Nile delta surpasses even the wildest stories I've ever heard.""
+* * *
+Sarah entered the lobby, dusting her clothes. Porters followed her carrying bags, trunks, hatboxes… As she approached the front desk, she glanced around at the other guests, who obviously had been here for a while, dressed in fine suits and cotton dresses intent on their conversations or plans.
+""Good afternoon, sir."" She steadied herself against the beautifully inlaid lobby desk and registry.
+An older British gentleman straightened his waistcoat and turned from the mailboxes. ""Good afternoon, madam. Just arrived?""
+""Yes, McAuley and Tilden to register, please.""
+""Yes, madam, we've been expecting you."" He gestured to one of the bellboys. ""Hamid, the two young ladies are to be taken to the southern wing, down the hall from Sir Winthrop's rooms. Here are the keys."" He turned the giant registry book towards Sarah and tilted it, handing her a pen.
+""Sign in here and here, Miss McAuley."" Sarah blushed at the man's attentiveness as she signed.
+He turned to the mailboxes and pulled out a letter. ""Oh. I've almost forgot. There's a note for your party. Here.""
+At the front door, Victoria stiffly entered, still stretching her back against the corset stays that had bit into her sides during the long ride. As she entered, she caught sight of herself in the large mirror facing the doorway and jumped, clamping a hand over her mouth. The image in the mirror was covered head-to-toe in dust and her hair was a frizzled mess hanging down around her ears. She looked around, quickly noticed the nice dress of other guests and thought of hiding.
+Sarah grabbed her arm and she jumped again. ""My, aren't you a bit tight? Here, this will raised your spirits."" Sarah held the note out for her.
+Victoria pulled the letter from the envelope and read it.
+ _Dearest Victoria,_
+ __
+ _I can not tell you how thrilled I am at your arrival. Please dine with us at dinner in the private dining room of Sir Ceril Winthrop's this evening at eight o'clock._
+ __
+ _Your devoted fiancé,_
+ _Michael_
+Devoted? A hound was devoted to its master. Shouldn't a potential husband be loving or something? Victoria's thoughts played across her face as guests moved past her and Sarah in and out the lobby doors.
+She looked up and saw Sarah staring across the room, holding her breath.
+A young, pretty Egyptian maid crossed the lobby with fresh towels in her arms. She brushed a long strand of hair from her cheek and caught Sarah's eyes. Slowing her walk, she returned the gaze of Sarah and smiled.
+Grinning, Sarah grasped Victoria's hand. ""How does a hot bath sound?""
+Victoria smiled wryly. ""You old conjurer. You've read my mind."" Arm-in-arm, they followed the bellboy to their rooms.
+* * *
+Finally in her room, Victoria supervised a young maid in unpacking and placing her clothes in the dresser, vanity table and armoire. The maid finished, tidied up the room and stood by the door.
+""May I assist madam in any other way?"" The maid was Egyptian, but her accent was decidedly French.
+""Well, first of all, it's mademoiselle, not madam.""
+The young maid curtsied and bowed her head. ""Oh, please do forgive me, mademoiselle. I am new to the hotel and not very experienced.""
+Victoria smiled at the young maid's manner. She was dark-haired, brown-eyed, slightly built and very exotic looking, nothing like the Irish women who served at home. ""My name is Miss Tilden. My traveling companion in the next chamber is Miss McAuley. And you are…?""
+""Aziza, Miss Tilden.""
+""Well, Aziza, I understand inexperience and I will do what I can to assist you in these affairs. Now, I am very dirty after my long journey here. Can you draw a hot bath for me?""
+""Yes, Miss Tilden. Right away."" She quietly entered the bath.
+Victoria unlatched the last chamber on her steamer trunk and removed her dinner gowns. Inspecting them closely for any damage, she was pleased to know that she would be wearing this wonderful dress this evening. The same dress she had worn the day Michael proposed. The maid returned.
+""Your bath is ready, Miss Tilden. Do you have a need for any assistance?""
+""Yes, please, remain outside the door until I summon you.""
+""Yes, mademoiselle."" The maid went out the door, locking it behind her.
+Victoria removed her jacket, then unbuttoned her shoes. Dust was everywhere. As she undressed, she noticed that pockets of dirt had collected along her arms and between her breasts. Disgusting, she thought. The smell of the bath salts wafted into the room. She couldn't wait to get into the waters.
+She unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it on the trunk, then undid the fasteners and stepped out of the skirt over her knee-length knickers, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not reach the ties of her corset. She threw on the robe, tied it and opened the door.
+""Aziza, could you give me a hand for the moment, please?""
+""Yes, Miss Tilden."" The maid entered, closed and locked the door.
+Victoria untied the robe and dropped it to her waist. The maid's eyes took in her garment, looking from the cleavage of her breasts to her face and back again. The garment pushed her breasts up high, making them bulge obscenely.
+""Untie me, Aziza. I couldn't reach.""
+""Where, Miss Tilden?""
+Victoria turned her back to her and pointed over her shoulder. ""In the back, just there. Do you see?""
+""Oh, yes. The lacings. Pardoné mois, mademoiselle, but I've never seen one of these English bustier before."" She untied the knots gently.
+""A corset. We call it a corset. This is one of the latest fashion, complete with the ribbons, pleats and tucks and here - there is boning to hold in the figure.""
+The maid smiled and touched Victoria's side, just beneath her left arm and ran her fingers along the boning until she reached the breast. At her touch, Victoria sucked in her breath and stiffened.
+""Oh yes, I can see that it is a very fine undergarment, mademoiselle. Very beautiful."" The maid finished releasing the lacings and the corset sagged under its own weight, exposing more of Victoria's breasts. Her eyes lingered there. ""Isn't it hot, mademoiselle? Our weather doesn't really accommodate.""
+""Well, yes, but without one, I mean, it just wouldn't be fashionable. No corset, no figure…"" She stopped and stared at the young maid for a moment. ""You've never seen a corset before?""
+""Mais non, mademoiselle.""
+""Then what are you wearing under… Under… Oh, never you mind."" Victoria blushed and looked at the ground.
+The maid's fingers went to her own collar and began unbuttoning.
+""What…? What are you doing?"" Victoria was shocked.
+The maid opened her collar and unbuttoned the top buttons on her blouse, revealing a silk garment that held her breasts. It was so sheer that the young woman's nipples protruded rudely through the material and you could see the color of her areola. ""It is not a problem, mademoiselle. After all, we are both women.""
+""Stop that. This instant.""
+The maid stopped and stared.
+""I will not stand for such a - vulgar display. Leave my chambers at once!"" Victoria was embarrassed, but adamant.
+The maid curtsied, closed her blouse and left the room. Victoria locked the door. ""My God, some people have no sense of propriety. What a Godless lot."" She threw the key on the nightstand and entered the bath.
+She took off the robe and laid it in on the back of the vanity. She began tugging at the corset until it was loose enough to slide off. Mirrors lined the walls of the bath and she stopped for a moment, looking at herself.
+""I'm so dirty. My God, I'm glad Michael didn't see me in this condition."" Her eyes traveled down her body. She rubbed at the places where the corset had bitten into her skin. She turned side-to-side looking at herself. Her breasts jiggled against her chest and she frowned. She bent, pushing the knickers off her legs and threw them beneath the chair. Her eyes traveled down the curved length of her legs to the turn of her ankle and back up to her shoulders. She looked down at herself and brushed her fingertips through the bushy tuft of dark hair growing up her tummy from between her legs. ""I look like one of my Uncle's French oil paintings…only dirtier."" She giggled and stepped towards the bathtub.
+* * *
+A knock rang at the door from the hallway just as Victoria was applying the final touches to her blush at the vanity. A voice mumbled through the door. ""Miss Victoria, it is I, Miss McAuley. Is it convenient to see you?""
+""Just a moment,"" Victoria called. ""I'm not dressed yet."" She stood up from the vanity table and opened a drawer, dropping the blush inside. She entered the bedchamber, grabbed her linen wrap from the bed and pulled it around her shoulders. A quick glance in the mirror, and she opened the door.
+Sarah stood there in one of her housedresses. ""Oh my, Miss Victoria, you look positively radiant!""
+Her bracelet and matching earrings flashed gold in the hall lights. She'd reset her hair high on the back of her head so that little ringlets could drop around her ears and along her shoulders. Her dress was exquisite - a forest green silk brocade evening gown cut low and daring topped with the finest linen wrap.
+Victoria smiled and took Sarah's hand. ""Really? Do you really think so?""
+""Yes, miss, just like a princess. Mr. Berringer will be stunned.""
+The two women laughed as they locked the door and descended the stairs to Winthrop's dining room.
+Reaching the bottom, they turned right and passed under an archway as two servants opened doors for them to enter. As the doors parted, they revealed a long table filled with candles, silver dishes of entrées and crystal goblets shining with liquid. Around it all, men stood about in high spirits, bantering amidst their drinks. Now attired in tuxedo and dressed to the nines, Michael Berringer jumped up from his chair and ran to Victoria.
+The young man could scarcely contain himself, panting and stuttering. ""Miss Tilden, may I express my gratitude that you have honored me by accepting my invitation?""
+She smiled warmly at Michael as he kissed her hand. ""And I'm so very pleased to be here at your invitation. It's been much too long. Mr. Berringer. My companion, Miss McAuley and I were very pleased to have received your invitation to dine with you and Sir Ceril Winthrop.""
+Sarah cleared her throat and Victoria turned quickly to her.
+""How remiss of me. Allow me to introduce my traveling companion, chaperone and friend, Miss Sarah McAuley. Sarah, this is my fiancé, Mr. Berringer.""
+""Very nice to make your acquaintance, Mr. Berringer. Miss Tilden has told me you are a nice young gentlemen and I can see that she didn't exaggerate.""
+Michael bowed and smiled. ""Miss McAuley, how good of you to accompany Miss Tilden on her difficult journey. I am so pleased that you've joined us."" Then, courtesies aside, he looked longingly at Victoria and reached for her hand. ""May I?""
+Victoria smiled and nodded.
+Michael put her hand in the crook of his arm. ""Would you like to see the view from the balcony outside?""
+""Certainly, Mr. Berringer, as you wish.""
+Sarah started to follow them.
+Victoria turned towards her. ""We won't be a moment, Sarah."" Then, she looked back to Michael's handsome face.
+With a surprised expression, Sarah stopped awkwardly as Michael pushed the doors aside, leading Victoria outside alone.
+A full moon still eclipsed by its approximation to the horizon lit the imposing desert landscape before them with its bright cold light. Excavations of Giza surrounded the base of the three pyramids, the shortest of which was barely visible among the sand dunes. Michael gestured across the horizon as he led his enraptured fiancée to the balcony railing. ""Victoria, this is your Egypt.""
+""Oh, Michael, it is exactly as I have always dreamed. So beautiful. So mysterious. So ancient and wonderful."" She rested her elbows on the railing and took a deep breath. ""It even has its own fragrance, a mixture of our Scottish loam and India spices, yet nothing like them.""
+Michael embraced Victoria from behind, placing his hands on her shoulders. Victoria jumped at his touch, placing one hand on his and looking up. Seeing him enjoying the same view as she, she relaxed.
+""It is wonderfully mysterious as you say."" Michael closed his eyes and breathed deeply. ""But the only fragrance I can smell tonight is yours, my darling. It has been much too long.""
+Smiling, Victoria turned into Michael's arms and hugged him, burying her cheek against his chest. ""Oh, Michael, it is so good to see you again. And now we'll be working together.""
+Michael pressed his arms about Victoria and pulled her body tightly against his own. Victoria felt the air pushed from her lungs as her breasts crushed against his chest. Michael pressed his lips to her hair.
+""Darling, that's too tight.""
+Michael pulled her hair back and lowered his lips to hers, kissing her. Surprised, Victoria pushed at Michael and tried to speak, but could only mumble. Against her thigh, she could feel a hard lump pressing against her. A long, hard lump at Michael's… His penis was erect!
+Now, she remembered her mother's other, unwelcome reason for marriage. She pushed frantically at him until he let go. Glaring, she stepped back. ""How dare you, sir! You presume too much. Such animalistic behavior might be acceptable among your Egyptian diggers, but it is not welcome here.""  
+""Please lower your voice, dear. Someone might hear. I'm terribly sorry, it has been too long. I couldn't help myself. Please forgive me."" He knew he was wrong.
+Victoria pulled a mirror out of her bag and checked her lips to make certain no trace of the deed remained. ""Mr. Berringer, you have gone too far inveigling me to be alone with you on this balcony, then losing all sense of self control. You are an Englishman and here you are acting like some dog of the streets. What if one of the natives had witnessed your behavior? If we are to work together, I can't have you pressing your…your…yourself against me at every chance you get. It's just unspeakably embarrassing. We are not man and wife yet. Remember that, Mr. Berringer.""
+""Yes, of course, you're right, Miss Tilden. I'm quite myself again."" Michael folded his hands and looked away at the pyramids.
+Victoria put her mirror away and sighed, watching Michael. ""I shall attribute your impropriety to the heat, but in future, Mr. Berringer, I shall expect you to remember who you are and act as an English gentleman should, not like some - gigolo."" She put her arm in his and composed herself. ""Shall we return to the others then?""
+Michael smiled briefly and looked to the Heavens for guidance as he took Miss Tilden's hand. They returned to the dining room and began introductions all around the table. After a good ten minutes, they finally approached the fine silken suit of Sir Winthrop. He was smoking near the windows at the far end of the room, gazing at the moonlit desert.
+""And dearest, this is our host and company president, Sir Ceril Winthrop.""
+Winthrop quickly put out his cigar and smiled brightly as he saw Victoria. She curtsied as the older man took her hand and patted it. ""Well, my goodness, Berringer, I can see why you were so excited about the approach of Miss Tilden's entourage this afternoon. She is quite a charming lady. Pleased to meet you after all this time, my dear.""
+""Thank you, Sir Winthrop."" Victoria smiled at the white-haired gentleman.
+Winthrop took Victoria's arm and put it across his, laying his hand over hers. ""Now, I've got to get you off on the right foot, Miss Tilden. My name is Ceril. Sir Ceril will do nicely. Michael keeps shouting my father's name whenever he addresses me and I can't stand it.""
+""Yes, Sir Ceril. It's a fitting name for you, sir.""
+""Miss Tilden, may I call you Miss Victoria?""
+""Sir, I should be offended if you did not.""
+Winthrop laughed and coughed. ""Did you hear that, Berringer? Wit and beauty. My, my, what a lucky man you are.""
+""Yes, sir. At least, I'm glad that makes two of us who think so."" Michael smiled radiantly down at Victoria, completely lost in her beauty.
+Winthrop looked between the two of them smiling into each other's eyes. ""Berringer, wasn't there something you wanted to give to…?""
+""Oh, I'd almost forgotten. Forgive me, my dear."" Michael hurriedly approached a waiter near the kitchen door, whispering something to him. The man nodded and went through the door.
+""How was your trip, Miss Victoria? I understand this is the first time you have ventured to leave England.""
+""Yes, sir. It was long, but today… Oh my, I couldn't believe the heat and there was this man at the market… Ghastly condition. I was shocked.""
+""Oh yes, you'll see that from time to time. The poverty you'll find hereabouts. I could tell you stories, but enough of that. Here's your young man again.""
+Michael approached, hands behind his back.
+""What is this? What are you hiding from me?"" Victoria knew what was coming, but she still played the part for the men.
+Michael turned to the room and raised his hands. In one hand was a gift- wrapped box. ""Everyone. Everyone, please. A moment of your time."" He turned back to Victoria, looking her in the eyes now with the gift in his hands in front of her. ""Miss Victoria Grace Tilden of London, you have traveled these many miles to join our company this evening, and I wish to honor the event with a gift of gratitude.""
+He held the box out to her and laid it across her open palms.
+""Thank you, Mr. Berringer. I'm very surprised."" She looked at the gift wrapped in flowered paper and decorated with a bright red bow of silk.
+A smiling Winthrop elbowed her. ""Well, go on. Open it, Miss Victoria. Please, m'dear, indulge an impatient and somewhat irascible old man.""
+""Yes sir."" She untied the bow and pulled at the papers, tearing them away revealing a bright silver box with a silver clasp shaped like a cat. It had tiny little feet on the bottom as though meant for display - but to display what?
+""Go on, open it."" Michael prodded her.
+She flipped up the clasp from the cat's paws and opened the box. Inside, wrapped in a padded red silk interior was a delicate ivory medallion bordered by a fine gold chain woven through its edge. Open mouthed and speechless, Victoria looked at the delicate craftsmanship. The chain links so tiny, she felt they might break if she touched them. The medallion itself was beautiful. Luminous in the candlelight, it almost glowed. Carefully, she picked it up and looked at it. On the face of the piece was an engraved relief of Indian origin, she was certain of it. She looked at the back - a dancing man also of Indian origin, a god - Shiva, the destroyer of the world. Flipping it back over, she realized the large-busted Indian woman on the front must be Shakti, the nurturer and Shiva's wife.
+She quickly looked at Michael. ""Where did you get this? Certainly, not at the dig?""
+""No, no, not at the dig, no. I bought it in a market in Tanta on a research trip there. Met a most interesting man, but I knew how you loved these interesting trinkets. It's old, isn't it?""
+She looked back at the medallion in her fingers and smiled. ""Yes, I think so. It must be very old. I'll have to ask Professor Peltrie about…""
+""Try it on, dear. Let's see how it looks about that fine neck of yours."" Puffed up and proud of his company, Sir Winthrop was pushy when drunk and the evening was young.
+Michael took the chain from the box and looked at Victoria. ""May I?""
+She nodded. Michael stood behind her and draped the delicate necklace over her head, laying it gently around her neck. The chain wasn't cold; it felt warm. The medallion rested in her cleavage. She felt tingly inside her stomach.
+""I can hardly feel it. It's so light, so beautiful, Michael, - I mean, Mr. Berringer."" She touched the medallion with her fingers and lightly brushed her breast as she did.
+""Do you like it, darling?"" Michael looked her in the eyes and she melted inside. She turned around and threw her arms around him, hugging him to her. Surprised, Michael stood there for a moment, smiled and patted her shoulders.
+She looked up at him, tears in her eyes, her lips trembling.
+""Are you alright?""
+Victoria looked up at the room of silent guests. ""Excuse me, please. Excuse me."" She hurried out of the room. Sarah trailed along quickly behind her.
+Michael started to run after her, but Winthrop caught him. ""Don't go, old man. She's fine. You've simply overwhelmed her, that's all. She'll be back shortly. Let the women settle themselves.""
+A waiter near the kitchen door gestured and Winthrop called to the room. ""Come on, everyone. Dinner is on. I'm famished."" He patted his belly and threw an arm around Michael, leading him to the table. ""Come on, old man, we'll start you with a whiskey.""
+In the ladies parlor down the hall, Sarah entered gently, looking for Victoria. ""Miss Tilden? Miss Tilden? You there? Are you all right?""
+She was standing at the mirror with her kerchief out of her bag, blotting tears from her face. She looked up at herself as Sarah approached and placed her hands on her shoulders, looking in the mirror at Victoria.
+""There, there, dear, everything is going splendidly. Are you all right?""
+She felt anything but all right. Her insides were electrified. She felt tense. She felt tight _. What is wrong with me?_ ""I'm sorry, I guess it's just the long trip, seeing Michael for the first time.""
+""You must be tired. If you'd like, I could make our excuses and we'll retire now.""
+Victoria clutched at Sarah's hand suddenly and with a worried expression, turned to look at her. ""Oh, no, we mustn't. Not after Michael - after he and I have been separated for so long. Besides, this is my first introduction to Sir Ceril. I can't leave him thinking of me as a silly woman."" Suddenly, she went quiet, looking at the high curve of Sarah's cheekbones, the deep green color in her eyes, and the full lips on her mouth, ready to say something to her, ready to…
+""We'll rejoin the others then - as soon as you are ready. Is something wrong, dear? Did I spill my wine?"" Sarah turned to look in the mirror. In profile, Sarah checked her face and her blouse, looking down at her breasts and arms.
+She is shorter than I, thought Victoria, but she has a fuller figure and such a small waist, really quite an attractive woman. ""No, Sarah, you didn't spill. It's just that I'd never noticed you were shorter than I before now and a bit smaller woman, aren't you?""
+Sarah smiled at Victoria and laughed a high pearl-noted giggle - such a pleasant sound. ""Well, of course, you silly girl.""
+Victoria stared at her beauty and laughed along with her. ""I'm sorry, I'd always thought of us as being the same size. I don't know why."" She put an arm around Sarah's shoulders and looked in the mirror at the two of them together. Sarah put an arm around Victoria's waist. ""You really are a lovely woman, Sarah. Why aren't you married?""
+Sarah blushed red, looked down at the counter and became very serious. ""I just haven't got… I just haven't got everything I need as yet, Victoria. I have a suitor back home where I come from, but we're waiting until our ducks are in a row. Until we can buy a proper home and - and get married.""
+Victoria felt great compassion wash over her and moved behind her friend, placing her hands on her shoulders and kneading them roughly like dough. ""Goodness, you are very tight, Sarah.""
+Sarah sucked in a deep breath and blew it out, letting her head loll forward. She put her hands on the counter. ""Oh, Miss Victoria, that feels wonderful."" She could feel the warmth start at her neck and creep down her back as the younger woman massaged her.
+""It's terrible, isn't it?"" Victoria watched as Sarah rolled her head to one side and closed her eyes.
+""What is, Miss Victoria?""
+""All this waiting, waiting for the right moment as you say. Delaying what you want, waiting for the natural order to slide in alignment with one another. Waiting is terrible, horrible. I hate it."" She pressed her hands more firmly into Sarah's flesh. Sarah moaned.
+""Oh, you're good at this, Victoria. I love your hands.""
+Victoria pressed her body against the back of Sarah. Her full breasts pressed into her back. Her groin pressed into the shorter woman's buttocks. She could feel the heat coming off Sarah, coming off this beautiful, tantalizing friend.
+""We shouldn't have to wait, Sarah. It's not the natural order. Human beings have needs on all levels, not only socially, monetarily and mentally, but physiological as well. There is a time for all things under the sun."" Victoria looked down at her friend. Sarah was breathing deeply and steadily. The hard bumps of her nipples showed through her bodice. A sheen of sweat appeared beneath her ear. Her own breasts, pressed into her friends back, felt full and tingled with a force unknown to her. She looked at Sarah's neck, at the moisture there and wondered how it might feel, wondered how it might - taste. She bent forward, opening her mouth, extending her tongue. _Yes, lick her. Lick her neck, right there, behind her ear._
+Suddenly, the door swung open and two women chattering mightily about something crashed into the room. Victoria jumped up still holding Sarah. Sarah moved quickly away from her charge and began straightening her hair.
+The two women saw them at the mirror. The first one spoke. ""Oh, hello, how are you this evening?""
+Sarah was taken aback by the informality of the other woman. After all, they had never been introduced. Deciding that some of the social rules must be in abeyance in this foreign place, she decided to reply in the same informal manner. ""We are very well, thank you, and all is well with you?""
+""Oh, yes. It's a grand evening. You should visit the garden next to the tennis lawns outside. Absolutely wonderful in the full of the moon."" The ladies disappeared into two adjacent toilets and shut the doors.
+Victoria just stared after the two women and then looked to Sarah, who turned back to her.
+""Shall we rejoin the others now?"" Sarah smiled and held out her arm. Still not certain what happened, Victoria took Sarah's arm and followed her out into the hall.
+The dinner party was progressing nicely. Victoria took the seat between Michael and Sir Winthrop. The servants were excellent, filling glasses and plates as needed and without any interruption to the conversation.
+As the hotel staff served a sumptuous meal of duck, pheasant, dumplings and fresh salad, Victoria was suddenly famished. Everything tasted so wonderful. It felt as though she'd never eaten before. The textures, the flavors, the smells all conspired to fulfill her senses. She couldn't get enough of the pleasurable sensation of eating. As a result, she hardly spoke at dinner as she ate several platefuls to the astonishment of Sir Winthrop.
+""How does she manage to remain so svelte and eat like a horse?"" He chided Michael who could only laugh and gaze in astonishment.
+She tried to apologize. ""I don't know what it is, this food tastes so incredible. It must be the climate. I can't seem to get enough of it. Would you mind serving more of the duck?""
+By dessert's end and the end of the evening, Victoria could hardly contain herself. She had several glasses of the German dessert wine and an enormous piece of cake. She began to feel quite ill and Sarah took her back upstairs. Michael helped her up the stairs to her chamber's entrance as Sarah opened the door.
+""I think I can take it from here, Mr. Berringer."" Sarah nodded as he released Victoria. ""We'll see you at breakfast.""
+With the mention of more food, Victoria groaned. Sarah pulled her into the room and sat her at the vanity.
+""We must get you out of that corset, Miss. You must be bursting.""
+Sarah locked the chamber door, but Victoria could not wait. She stood up suddenly and ran into the toilet.
+""Are you alright, Victoria? Do you…?""
+Victoria vomited into the toilet several times. Sarah turned green at the sight, but grabbed some towels, trying her best to control the damage. Victoria was as white as a sheet. Her friend wetted one of the towels and cleaned Victoria's face, hands and bodice. Then she helped the young woman out of the confines of the corset and into a dressing gown.
+Pulling back the bed's coverlet and sheets, Sarah helped Victoria into it. ""If you need me, dear, I'll be right next door. I'll leave the connecting door unlocked and open. Just call and I'll come. Alright?""
+Victoria fell asleep instantly as soon as Sarah drew the coverlet over her.
+Sarah unlocked the adjoining door between their two chambers, then walked out the front door and locked it.
+Michael was still there. ""Miss McAuley, how is Miss Tilden?""
+""She was dreadfully sick for a while there, but she's sleeping now, Mr. Berringer.""
+""What happened? I've never seen her do anything like that before."" Michael paced and threw concerned looks at the chamber door.
+""I think it must have been the travel that sickened her. The heat and the new food."" Sarah dropped the key in her bag and entered her own room down next door. ""Good night, Mr. Berringer. It was a lovely dinner. See you in the morning."" Sarah closed her door and locked it.
+Michael stood there, looking very concerned. All the food had been English, prepared by an English-manned kitchen. Victoria had been eating such foods her entire life. He walked slowly down the hall, worriedly glancing at the double doors of his fiancée's chambers.
+Victoria awoke suddenly in darkness, sitting up in bed. She was hot and perspiring. She pushed the bed coverings off her. The front of her gown was soaked through with sweat. She got out of bed, lit the lamp on her vanity table and walked into the bath. She washed her face in the basin, toweled off and went to the armoire for another gown. As she pulled out the gown, she noticed a sliver of light shining across the tile floor from the tall window beside her bed. She crossed to the window, pulling aside the curtain. The moon was setting over the sea of dunes beyond the hotel grounds. She smiled at the beauty of the desert at this time of night: cool, not threatening, mysterious with the artifacts hidden by its winds and storms.
+She dropped the gown and stripped the damp one over her head. Her breasts felt chilled by the night air and her hands went to them, brushing the remains of dampness away. Her nipples rose against their areola and for a moment she felt as though someone was watching her from over her left shoulder. She turned quickly. There in the light of the moon, Michael's gift, the medallion was glowing on her vanity table.
+Curious, she walked to the vanity table and picked up the delicate chain and its medallion. The ivory rocked in and out of the slit of light. In the Moon's glow, the ivory seemed to catch the light and hold it as though lit by a phosphorescence from within. She smiled at the gift, put the chain over her head and tilted the mirror to admire it.
+As the ivory settled between her breasts, a warmth slowly spread through her chest, neck and shoulders winding its way to her head and down her body. She closed her eyes for a moment and stretched her arms out, rolling her neck as the sensation relaxed her. It felt as though she were being massaged - such a sensuous feeling, such a comfortable feeling. She opened her eyes and saw her naked reflection staring back, but she wasn't surprised and she wasn't concerned. It was as though her Victorian manner had been silenced.
+She turned her shoulders side-to-side, admiring how the chain glinted against her skin. Her left hand touched the beautiful carving on the face of the ivory. Seating herself in the low chair at the table, she watched the chain rock back and forth between her breasts. She breathed in deeply, then slowly sighed as she watched. She felt relaxed and at the same time, very alive, very aware of everything around her - the linen curtains on the windows behind her, the wood and velvet paneling lining the walls of the chamber, the glow of the oil-filled glass lamp beside the mirror and its burning wick.
+Her hand drifted off the medallion and brushed her breast lightly, gently. She closed her eyes momentarily at the pleasurable sensation, then opened them, watching her fingers press into the soft flesh. The fingertips lightly traced its fullness, finding a sensitive path along its bottom to her ribs beneath. Her warm, damp palm cupped and pressed upwards, lifting the flesh from her ribs like an offering. A tingle of pleasurable sensation shot through her body and her nipples balled into tight little knots, casting faint shadows along the curve of her breasts. She relaxed into the back of the chair, her shoulders molding themselves to the curved walnut. Looking in the mirror, she saw her body outlined by the strong, cool light of the Moon shining through the curtains over her shoulder. The pale light of the flickering candle lent its warm glow to her face and breasts. Her heart was beating heavily, deep inside her body. It's steady thump, thump, thump playing a rhythmic tattoo to which her mind could dance.  
+Victoria moved her other hand steadily up her side until, it too, reached the breast there, cupping its tender underside. Looking down, her eyes noticed the stiffness of her nipples against the soft texture of the breasts surrounding them. Her mouth opened, breathing deeply over her lips. ""How beautiful. So soft, so warm…"" Her hands lifted her breasts, pressing them to her chest and a thousand tingles of delight passed into her body. She closed her eyes, let her head loll back and quietly moved the hot palms of her hands over her nipples, continuing to press against them. Her breath forced her lips apart again as a steady stream of air pushed out of her lungs and a light moan escaped from the depths of her throat.
+She stretched her legs out stiffly in front of her, raised her hips forward and arched her back, pressing the sensation to the four corners of her body. She relaxed back into the chair, letting her knees fall open. A cool sensation played between her legs like a spirit from the bath revisiting her once again. She opened her eyes and looked down at her body. Her breasts felt tight and full in her hands as thought they might burst, but every squeeze of her hands sent teasing shocks of adrenaline pushing her heart's song faster.
+Past her tummy, the hips pressed forward, their furry mound now parted with pink wet flesh in the middle. A smile from her belly, grinning at her. Her hands reached up and pulled the top of the mirror forward, angling the glass down to see. She placed her left foot up on the edge of the chair to get a better look at herself. A more different view of who she was had never been presented to her. This state of womanhood, this body that held her soul - it was a new experience entirely. Not merely carrying her from place to place, she had become the destination - a temple to explore.
+Her finger touched the delicate hair perched atop her mound. It felt light as a feather and wispier than a gentle breeze. The thumb trapped the hair between itself and the finger, twirling, twisting and pulling at the decoration. _Why would we have hair where no one can ever see? Is it to keep the child warm who would live within or for some other reason?_ Her fingers twisted themselves into the hair, playing the tufts into little curls at the base of her belly. Then, one finger brushed along the ridge of pink fleshy labia, now blushed with curiosity. A shot of electricity jolted into Victoria's brain, pushing the air from her lungs and making her sit up so very quickly. A single ""Oh!"" echoed into the room's darkness.
+* * *
+In the quiet darkness of the room next door, sheets rustled as Sarah McAuley sat suddenly up awakened by what - she didn't know. ""Who's there?"" she whispered into the black night surrounding her bed. She rolled over onto her back and looked around the room. Light from the doorway shone across the carpeted floor from Miss Tilden's chamber. Was she sick again?
+Sarah rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up, pushing the covers away from her legs. She pressed her feet to the floor and stepped quietly towards the open door.
+Still seated at her vanity, Victoria had opened her eyes at the sudden surge of energy between her legs and lifted her fingers to look them over. They glistened wetly in the light as she held them up. She brought her other hand to them, wiping the wetness across her palm, then stared at the sheen there. The pink flesh of her mound was now laid open as though two little doors had been thrust apart, inviting entry. She brought her fingers close to them slowly until they touched the slick shiny wetness on them. Her breath came in little gasps as her fingers massaged the pink doors gently. A growing knot of want increased its size deep inside her hips as she rolled them forward to receive her fingers.
+Carefully, she placed two fingers below her vagina and slowly pressed them up, rubbing her labia as they went. Victoria felt her heart clutch once, then again as her hand sent a new vibrating chord of music to it in increasing tempo. The fingers descended along her lips, then raised again, back and forth playing this mouth like an instrument from God. _There, faster, slow, gently, now push, push, yes_! There shouted a little voice in the back of her mind, telling her how to play. Her fingers stroked rhythmically along her hot flesh until she thought the pounding of her heart might wake the house. Breath pressed out of her ribs like a bellows. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, concentrating on the feeling rising - the tension stretching.
+White knuckles gripped the wooden framing at the doorway not twenty feet from Victoria's mirror. Sarah McAuley's eyes were stretched wide in shock bearing witness to the lewd act before her. Her mind, incapable of reconciling the image before her and the person involved, did also not tell her what to do. Frozen by the open door, she watched, rapt at the rising crescendo of emotion in front of her and shaking with the rhythm of feelings long suppressed. More experienced than her charge, she knew what her body was telling her. She knew what the dampness running down the inside of her thighs meant. She knew the fullness she felt in her chest, the shortness of breath, the tight tingling in her nipples. But why, her mind screamed at her. Why? Why now? How could she be attracted to her charge, the daughter of her employer? How could she be drawn into such depravity? Not again, not like before when she was younger. Her minister had told her all that was behind her. She wasn't like that any longer. She couldn't love women, couldn't love their softness, couldn't love their beauty, couldn't love their scent… She couldn't, she mustn't.
+Victoria's ears caught the echoes of short breathing and her own softly smacking lips. Her left hand cupped at her breasts once again, pressing them against her and brushing her hard nipples. The other hand stroked mightily along her labia as her right elbow rocked against her side. Lost in a building whirlwind of sensation she didn't understand, two fingers suddenly sank themselves into her vagina, plunging against a tender and sensitive spot just inside again and again. With a loud moan, Victoria's body shot forward, her left hand shot out and grasped the mirror as her eyes flew open watching her face. Beads of moisture decorated her forehead and sweat ran in trickles down her sides and between her breasts. The two fingers pushed deep into her, thrusting fast and firm now along the tight nubbin of flesh at the top of her pink doorway. The knot of want grew tenfold. Victoria spread her thighs wider to let it out. Panting, she pushed down hard and closed her eyes, trying to hold the sensation in place. ""Just a little…longer…a little more.""
+Sarah's mouth was open and her little body leaned against the doorframe as she pulled her nightdress up and over her head, throwing it to the floor beneath her. Trembling, she allowed her knees to relax and her bottom sank onto the nightdress while she continued to watch Victoria. In the furious state she had entered, Victoria looked amazingly attractive to Sarah and startlingly powerful. Sarah looked down at her diminutive frame, noticing the sudden changes there. Her nipples, swollen with need, rose in little blisters of flesh on the end of her full breasts. The lips of her vagina longed for a penis to plunge its length into them - open, wet and ready for the brutish rutting of her man back home. Not unfamiliar with her body, Sarah's hands molded themselves to her breasts, then her pussy, teasing, playing and pinching her with a desire that focused on the young woman masturbating before her.
+Victoria sat forward with both hands between her legs, the right pressing two fingers slowly into her vagina while the other made little teasing circles around her rigid clitoris. Her left fingers played delicately along the tiny piece of hard flesh, caressing the skin, making it speak, making it sing. Her heart's drumbeat now played along at a quick two-step, dancing her mind around the room. Closing her eyes, she imagined Michael in his bedchamber naked and lying in his bed. His penis was erect and pointed at her, swollen with desire for her. His eyes opened, glaring lustfully at her body while his hands grasped his member and began stroking it fast and steady.
+The image was too much and Victoria opened her eyes. There, before her, Sarah, little Sarah sat on the vanity, her fingers plunging into her pussy and caressing her clitoris. With the movement of Sarah's arms, her breasts shook side-to-side, keeping rhythm with Victoria. Sarah's eyes opened and stared with wild need at Victoria. The little woman began to moan, then suddenly, one of her hands reached behind Victoria's head and brought her face closer to hers. For a moment, the panting breath of the two women met, exchanging breath for breath, then their lips pressed together in an electric kiss of want, of need, of relief. Victoria loved the feel of Sarah's soft lips upon her own. She opened her mouth as though eating and chewed the soft flesh of the smaller woman. She felt Sarah's moan rising along with her own.
+With an intense feeling of inevitability, the women screamed into each other's mouth. A rushing blackness came from beneath, shooting along their sides and up between their breasts until a white dawn blasts through their senses, blinding eyes to everything, but the intense sensation. Their hands continued massaging and playing their bodies until the light faded, leaving a stillness, a calmness. Then, almost as suddenly, they fell into one another, shaking, vibrating, weak and faint. In each other's arms, their bodies hit the floor as the room spun around them. Breast to breast, they lay panting, sweaty and content.
+Out of the nearby window, the Moon had gone and the faint light of morning tickled the bottom of clouds on the far horizon.
+* * *
+""Oh, darling, you must have had an awful night. Are you feeling better this morning?"" Michael looked across the breakfast table at Victoria, his eyes looking a little concerned.
+Victoria, dressed in riding boots, skirt and blouse, yawned again as she drank the last of her tea. ""Actually, I got sick only once as I returned upstairs. Good Sarah took care of me and I slept quite well after that, but it is true that I am so…tired…"" She yawned again and took a kerchief from her bag.
+""Are you sure you're up for our little excursion today then?""
+""I'll be fine, I think, as long as I don't get too hot."" She dropped a sugar lump into her teacup and stirred.
+""Did you like my gift last night?"" Michael leaned on one elbow and looked her in the eyes.
+""Oh, the necklace. It's so beautiful, Michael - delicate, ancient. I can't wait to get it back to Professor Peltrie and see what he makes of it.""
+""You know, you shouldn't leave it in your room, a chambermaid might steal it.""
+Victoria touched her neck. ""Funny that. I woke this morning and I had it on. I guess I forgot to take it off when I got sick last evening. I still have it on now.""
+""Really, darling, that's wonderful."" Michael's eyes strayed down to Victoria's bosom briefly. When he looked back, Victoria was smiling at him.
+""Oh, there is Sarah now. Sarah!"" Victoria stood up from their table and waved at Sarah passing in the hallway outside the main dining room. However, Sarah didn't enter the room and passed on into the lobby.
+""Sarah? That's odd, I was certain that she saw me."" Victoria looked a little anxious. "" I hope she is not angry with me for last night.""
+""Darling, don't worry. We will speak with her on the way out. Sit down and finish your breakfast. I can not allow you to be lacking for energy."" Michael watched her sit down, then leaned back into the wicker chair and unfolded his Times again.
+Victoria thought about her feverish dreams of the night before. Damn the feast that she had treated herself to before going to bed. It's a wonder, she hadn't died. Wanton sexual dreams of desire had haunted her all night; she felt that she'd barely slept from waking to waking with the fever the food had brought on. And worse, naked in the morning! What if the maid had come in _? God, if I ever get such a lust for food again, I'll have to remember to dress lightly before bed._
+Briefly, she wondered about her dreams involving Sarah. Certainly, they'd been friends for a long time, but the visions she had - frightening. Sarah, naked in her room and the two of them openly kissing and caressing like lovers in one of her Uncle's bawdy tales. Disgusting as it should have seemed, Victoria couldn't help but shiver with excitement, remembering the touch of her friend's lips upon hers. She shook her head and rubbed her temple. Only a dream, she thought to herself…only a dream.
+""Victoria, my dear. Doing well this morning, I trust?"" Victoria snapped out of her thoughts and saw Sir Ceril. He hugged and bussed Victoria gently. The foreman, Tony, was with him.
+Victoria stared hard at Tony, who smiled gracefully back at her. ""I'm fine now, Sir Winth…""
+Winthrop raised his eyebrows.
+Victoria looked to Winthrop. ""I'm fine now, Sir Ceril. Sorry, I forgot about that. Just a little sleepy is all.""
+""Good, good, so glad to hear it. Do you remember Tony, our crew leader, who met you at the station yesterday?"" Winthrop patted the swarthy man on the back.
+Victoria reached a hand out in greeting. ""Yes, of course. How could I forget?""
+Tony bent at the waist and kissed Victoria's hand, all the while staring at her breasts. A look not lost on her. She smiled and dug the heel of her boot into the top of his foot. The foreman jumped back quickly, clenching his fist. She smiled even more.
+Winthrop missed it all, of course. ""Michael, are you still going on your little tour this morning?""
+""With your permission, we are departing immediately after breakfast,"" Michael chimed in happily. ""Would you care to join us?""
+""Had mine hours ago, my good man. Early bird gets the worm, you know. I am afraid I will have to decline as I have a pressing engagement. I'm off to hear more from our friend, Mr. Carter. I sent a man down there to get a map of where he believes this little known pharaoh, Tutuan-what's-his-name might be located. If all goes well, we should be right on schedule for an early departure tomorrow morning.""
+Victoria straightened. ""Will I be going with you then?""
+Winthrop took her hand and patted it once. ""Absolutely, my dear. If you are everything your young man boasts, you'll be essential to finding our ancient Egyptian.""
+Victoria looked very pleased and smiled broadly at Michael. ""Wonderful."" She looked up to Winthrop. ""Sorry, that you're busy. Please feel welcome to join us at any time, Sir Ceril. We'd love to have you.""
+Winthrop looked down at the lovely young woman. ""I'm sure you would, Miss Victoria, but dratted duty calls. Nevertheless, I'll hold you to that offer - and soon. You two have fun today!""
+""See you later,"" Michael called as Winthrop and Tony left, but he had eyes only for Victoria. She looked different today, as though she had adapted Egypt as her home overnight somehow.
+Victoria finished her breakfast and stood. ""Shall we?""
+Michael offered his arm and the two of them walked to the lobby. Sarah was questioning the Registrar at the front desk when they entered. Victoria crossed the vast room to her side as Michael spoke with the doorman. As Victoria arrived, Sarah stopped for a moment and quickly glanced at the smiling Victoria.
+""And you are certain that no one has a key to my chamber? No one other than myself?""
+The balding man at the front desk looked very calm. ""No one, madam, I can assure you. The only other keys are with the hotel detective and they are not kept on the premises.""
+Victoria looked alarmed. ""What is it, Sarah? What happened?""
+Sarah's face blanched. ""You - you don't know?""
+""No, what is it?""
+""Then it really must have been a dream then."" Sarah looked as though she might cry.
+Victoria took Sarah in her arms.
+Sarah pushed her away. ""No, please. Don't do that. I - I must go lie down. I'm sorry. I'm not myself today."" Sarah hurried away quickly towards the main staircase.
+Victoria watched her go.
+""What was that all about? Is she alright?"" Michael looked at Victoria's uneasy frown.
+""I think so. I'm not certain, perhaps she had a bad dream of some kind."" Victoria thought of her own dreams from last evening.
+""Well, let's get going then. The horses are waiting outside."" Michael took Victoria's arm and pulled her gently towards the entrance. Victoria couldn't help but notice the frightened look in Sarah's eyes as though she'd seen the Devil.
+* * *
+On horseback, Michael took Sarah on a tour of Cairo, seeing all the tourist sights of the ancient city - Opera Square, lunch at the Savoy Hotel, the fabulous Ezbekieh Gardens and finally shopping at the central city market. Tradesman from all over the Middle East sold goods there. Trinkets, relics, baskets, foods, silk, jewelry - the Nile delta had been a meeting place over four thousand years for different cultures trading East with West. You could find almost anything at the markets there. By midday, the temperature was too hot to be outside. Even the horses had to be housed in the shade. So, Michael and Victoria wandered deeply into the covered shops and tents of the narrow streets in central Cairo.
+Fanning herself with a papyrus fan she'd purchased that morning, Victoria stopped at one small shop admiring brass hookahs standing two meters tall lining the walls. A man offered Michael a smoke, which he declined.
+""No telling what kind of tobacco or wizardry might be at the end of that pipe.""
+Victoria laughed and caught sight of a young girl hiding in a doorway with two others wearing traditional garb, veils pulled across their faces. What held her attention, though, were those large brown, almond shaped eyes staring out from under the robes.
+Quietly, Victoria whispered to Michael. "" What are those girls doing in the doorway? Are they - are they hiding?""
+Michael smiled, looked at the ground briefly and thought about what to say. ""No, no, they are working.""
+""Working? What kind of work is it to stand in a doorway?""
+""That is where they run their trade, dear. They are prostitutes.""
+Victoria startled at the sound of the word. She was used to seeing prostitutes in London, but they were so easy to spot - shoddy dress, usually unbathed, poor teeth. Although, as a gentlewoman, convention decreed that she should pretend she had not. However, these women were quite different, very clean and well dressed. She looked at the doorway. A pretty woman stepped from the shadows and stared over her veil back at them. Suddenly, Victoria caught her breath and her pulse raced when she met the woman's eyes. She felt the familiar warmth spreading through her body. Her nipples tingled and hardened at the brush that tickled from her insides.
+She turned back to Michael and whispered, ""They don't look like prostitutes. They look nice.""
+""They are. That's the tradition here. The prostitute better look better than what you can get at home or what is the point? How would they make a living?""
+The girls in the doorway watched the men walk by, peeking out once in a while when someone looked their way.
+Victoria smiled at Michael's comments. She walked over to him and stood by his side, then slipped her arm under his. She continued whispering. ""Michael?""
+""Yes, Victoria?"" He looked at her eyes, but she looked at the young women across the market.
+""Would you… Have you ever…?""
+Michael's mouth dropped open at such a suggestion. ""Of course not! My God, what kind of man do you think…?""
+One of the girls had heard Michael's outburst and laughed at him. She had just slipped back into the shadows when Victoria covered her mouth and started to laugh along with her.  
+""What do you think is so funny?"" Michael looked a little perturbed now as though Victoria was having fun at his expense which, of course, she was.
+Victoria looked over at the dark doorway, then up at Michael's eyes. She took his hands, then leaned forward and kissed him, pressing his hands to her breasts and holding them there. Michael jumped, gasped once, then settled with Victoria's breasts against the palms of his hands.
+Victoria pressed her soft, full lips against Michael's thinner, firmer ones steadily prying them apart, getting him to open his mouth. Once open, she sucked air from his mouth, which flowed momentarily through his nose and into her lungs. She held him there for a long moment and then, slowly released him, their lips sticking together for a moment.
+Michael was panting through this open mouth, his eyes half-open, looking at Victoria. ""What - what if someone were to see us?""
+Victoria smiled a wry smile and kissed Michael quickly again. She parted and looked to her left at the doorway. ""Someone did see us."" Michael turned to the doorway to see one of the girls looking expectedly his way, her eyes boring into his. ""Oh, just one of the…""
+""Is your thing hard?"" The words tumbled easily across Victoria's tongue.
+Surprised, Michael shot his eyes back to Victoria. Victoria smiled at a hidden secret. Her look said, get ready.
+""Wh…what did you say?""
+""Not a difficult question, Michael. I asked if your, ah…thing was hard."" Victoria leaned forward, pressing the palm of her hand against the hard lump in his trousers and grinned. ""Good, it's very hard.""
+Michael jumped his hips away from her gloved hand. ""Well, of course I'm hard - erect. After a kiss like that, what would you…?""
+""Go to her, Michael."" Victoria turned her head towards the young woman.
+Michael looked back to the Egyptian watching them from the doorway. He could see the full breasts and hips tightly outlined by her robes. He looked back at his fiancée. She was different somehow, but what was…? He felt scared. ""Why? What are you…?""
+""I'll be with you, Michael. Don't be afraid. It's okay. I want to watch. I need to watch her.""
+Michael was astounded. His collar was suddenly tight. ""Watch her?""
+""How else can a lady learn what her man wants? Come."" Victoria led Michael to the doorway. The young woman smiled at him and held her fingers up, indicating the amount of exchange. Michael stood rooted to the spot, unable to speak. Victoria opened her bag, paid, and then backed into the corner with the two other women to watch. However, once the transaction was complete, the two women left, mixing into the surrounding crowd.
+The girl turned up a short stairway to their right, gesturing for them to follow. At the top of the stairs was a door, leading to a small narrow room with a pallet in the corner and a table. She lit a candle on the table, then pulled the shutter aside, revealing a cloth-covered window which flooded the small space with soft light.
+The girl unfastened her veil. She was young and beautiful with delicate features. Smiling seductively, she tiptoed forward and kissed Michael. She was shorter than Victoria but more full-figured. The young woman took his arms and holding them to her, turned around in his grasp and placed his hands on her hips. She backed her hips into his crotch pushing Michael back to the wall, then pressed her buttocks onto his hard lump, rubbing and wriggling. She spread her legs, bending forward further still until Michael's cock was rubbing along her vagina through her robe. The fresh smell of her juices soon filled the tight confines of the small enclosure.
+Michael was pressed firmly against the stone wall at his back as the woman rocked against him. He moaned as he felt his shaft slip between her buttocks, gliding up and down her heavenly cleft.
+Victoria's heart tripped along quickly watching the scene play before her. With a big smile across her face, she felt excited, vital, alive and happy as she watched. Michael's pleasure was almost palpable. The young woman's mouth was open wide, breathing heavily as her knees danced, pressing her bottom against Michael. She mumbled a few impassioned words of Egyptian.
+The prostitute stood up suddenly, turned around and dropped to her knees in front of Michael. Expertly, she unbuttoned his trousers and deftly fished out his erection. It looked enormous in her tight little fist, jutting out from his fly. Looking up at him, she licked the palm of her hand, then grabbed the base of his cock with one hand and started jacking the head of it with the other in quick little strokes. As her hand came up, her thumb flicked at the juncture just beneath the bottom of his crown. Michael's eyes rolled back in his head.
+He looked like he was in pain. ""Oh God. Oh my God,"" he moaned and thrust his hips forward as the woman continued her expert touch.
+His heart started to pound and he could feel the familiar tightening of his sac as the woman kept administering her sexual therapy on him. Then, as if doused with water, Michael moaned loudly, threw his head back and stood quite still. His hands clawed at the rough stone behind him. Finally, he looked down and frantically opened his eyes. The woman had thrust half of his cock deep into her mouth. Her lips stretched obscenely wide to accommodate his girth. She withdrew her lips, leaving the end of his hard cock shiny and slick with saliva, then circled his glans twice slowly with her tongue. Shivers of delight ran up and down his spine as he tried to maintain some control.
+Victoria watched he young woman as though she were back in school. The prostitute was obviously skilled at her profession. She breathed through her nose and swallowed, allowing the penis to penetrate her mouth deeply. The smell of her fiancé played delicately in Victoria's nose as she watched the woman press her lips to his pubic hair briefly. Then the prostitute withdrew the penis, breathed once while licking Michael's testicles, then started to pump the shaft with her other hand as she began sucking again from the beginning. Excited as she was, Victoria made mental notes of what she was witnessing for future reference.
+Then, Victoria watched Michael. If she focused simply on his facial expression, it looked as though he was being subjected to some excruciating torture below his waist. He looked tense, frightened and helpless. She started feeling sorry for the poor man. _Talk to him. Teach him. You know what to do._
+ __
+""Michael?"" Her voice sounded out-of-place.
+Michael took his eyes off the woman at his cock, threw his head back against the wall and looked at Victoria.
+""Breathe deeply, Michael. You must breathe.""
+Michael's eyebrows knitted tightly. Victoria's face looked steady, calm, and balanced. He latched onto her voice and tried to think clearly.
+""It will help you relax. Breathe, Michael. Breathe deeply.""
+Michael took in a deep breath. He could feel the air enter his lungs, his chest expanding. The coolness of the expansion within his body felt good.
+""Concentrate on the breathing, Michael. Think about that.""
+Michael opened his mouth wide and began breathing rhythmically in and out. He closed his eyes.
+""Now slow down your breathing. Make the tempo decelerate steadily.""
+Michael could feel some semblance of control returning to him - a feeling of sanity. His face relaxed. His body sagged back against the wall. Opening his eyes, he looked at his fiancée. She smiled at him, almost giggling.
+Victoria felt proud of Michael. Not many men could pull themselves back from the brink of ecstasy as he just had. ""Now watch my eyes, Michael. There is nothing else, only my eyes.""
+Victoria took a step forward. That was all it took for her to be by his side. She looked up into his eyes. ""Kiss me."" Michael bent his head forward until their lips met. Her lips felt wonderfully soft and full against his mouth. Her mouth was open slightly, tasting his lips, licking his lips with her tongue until her tongue glided into his mouth, teasing the skin at the top of his mouth. He pulled away, panting hotly.
+""Regain your balance, Michael. Watch my eyes. Breathe deeply. Slow your body down.""
+Victoria's voice was almost a monotone - expressionless, simply giving out direction like a minister at Sunday services. Michael knew his cock was still hard in the young prostitute's mouth, but his mind didn't seem to mind as much any more.
+""Good, Michael. You are doing great. Slower, slow down your body. Breathe.""
+Victoria tapped the prostitute on the shoulder. She pulled her mouth off Michael's cock. Victoria gestured for her to stand. She looked confused, but did what Victoria wanted. Michael watched the young woman and his fiancée standing side by side in front of him, looking down. He looked down at himself. His cock was stiff as a board, standing straight out in front of him, hard, pink and with a reddened, swollen crown. Still wet with the woman's saliva, it looked almost artificial, like a ceramic sculpture.
+Victoria smiled and touched the tip of his crown with a finger lightly. Michael quickly closed his eyes, looked away and breathed in deeply, holding himself under control. He heard movement and opened his eyes. Victoria pulled the young woman to her and kissed her as she had him, long, deep and hard. The prostitute accepted the kiss stiffly at first, then relaxed into Victoria's arms, holding her lightly. They leaned into the wall across from Michael, still kissing, until Victoria pulled the young woman's head away from her mouth, looking into her eyes. She placed her hands on the young woman's shoulder's and turned her towards Michael, but still held her closely against her body.
+""Touch yourself, Michael, but take care. You must not orgasm - yet."" Victoria's direction would normally have shocked him, but they had left normal behind many minutes before. He reached out with his hand and encircling his glans, began lightly stroking his cock. The sensation was exquisite, as though little shocks of delight were being sent to him from Heaven or wherever they kept such beautiful tortures.
+Victoria pulled the young woman's robe apart, down and away from her breasts. The flesh there was pale, untouched by the sun. Her neck was chestnut, but her breasts were a light pine color with thick hardened nipples at the end of the swaying globes. Victoria's hands continued down until the robe fully parted, revealing the young woman's rounded lower belly and triangular tuft of hair between her legs.
+Michael looked at the erotic sight before him and began gripping his penis firmer and stroking faster. The woman was a goddess and Victoria her high priestess.
+""No, Michael. Stop. Slow yourself down. Don't get carried away. Breathe. Your time is not come."" Michael's mind snapped back to the presence of the moment. He breathed deeply and rhythmically, lightly touching himself, keeping his penis hard.
+Victoria brought her hands up to the young woman's breasts and began lightly stroking them underneath with her hands and fingers. The prostitute closed her eyes and her head lolled back against Victoria, exposing her long neck. Victoria bent forward and began kissing her there, licking the muscles along the side and kissing up to her ear.
+Victoria cupped the young woman's breasts and brought her fingers to their erect nipples, trapping them between her thumbs and forefingers, turning them tightly, gently. The prostitute moaned and saying something soft in Egyptian, turned her head and pulled Victoria's mouth against her own, kissing her deeply.
+Michael watched, engrossed as one of Victoria's hands left the woman's breasts and ventured down her belly, slowly pushing down until her fingers were lodged deeply between her legs, exploring, petting and pushing. The prostitute moved her knees apart, exposing her reddened wet pussy to Michael's trance-like gaze. Victoria's fingers pressed in, moving in a little circle across her labia, stroking, then she raised her hand and turned it towards Michael. Her fingertips shone wetly in the little light coming through the curtains. Michael looked at Victoria and her eyes were fixed on his.
+Victoria moved her mouth away from the woman's kiss. ""She's ready, Michael.""
+At those words, the prostitute looked at Michael's cock with a lustful passion. She smiled at his erection and reached for it., her fingers brushing the head of Michael's cock.
+Michael took a step forward, pushing himself off the wall with a shrug of his shoulders. His penis bounced once then touched the thigh of the prostitute. She grabbed his penis and placed the aching head against her vagina's entrance, low between her legs. Victoria watched the proceedings, all the while kneading and caressing the breasts of the young woman as her fiancée advanced.
+""Now, Michael, press forward with your hips, but mind you, go slowly. Otherwise, you will not last.""
+Michael looked into the deep pools of Victoria's azure eyes and sank the head of his cock into the young woman's pussy. Slowly, he pushed. He watched as just the soft, velvety head wedged itself for a moment between her lips, stretching them out wide, then slipped into the mouth of her vagina. The woman moaned as his cock began to move her insides around, pushing her organs out of the way, making room for itself and the pleasurable pressure that it brought. Michael pressed forward steadily, feeling the heat of the prostitute's experienced pussy envelope the first inches of his penis. He stopped and withdrew until the head of his cock was almost out, then he pressed forward again. This time driving himself a little deeper into her, a little more pressure to push open the woman, a little more pleasure clutching at his mind.
+Victoria watched all of this in close-up. It was as though Michael was sinking his penis into her, but she could feel nothing. She could see it, but the feeling was someone else's as if in a dream. She delighted in the pleasure she was bringing her fiancé and the woman.
+""Now, Michael. Find your rhythm; seek the tempo that drives you both to the end. Go faster until you can go no faster."" Victoria smiled at the look of excitement and terror that flowed over Michael's face.
+He grabbed the young woman's hips and sank his cock all the way in. He could feel the head of his penis press against her cervix. She threw her head to the side, wide-eyed and moaned loudly. Victoria held her as Michael began driving his cock into the woman, thrusting, pushing and drawing out to thrust again. His knuckles grew pale where he gripped her hips. Her breasts bounced in Victoria's palms as she continued to kiss her and pinch the young prostitute's nipples.
+Immediately, Michael's heart began racing like a man running uphill. His breathing grew louder, he began moaning at the effort. The young woman's hips thrust back at him, pressing when he pressed, trying to increase the friction. She moaned loudly once and then convulsed against Victoria, shaking and stiffly pressing her hips forward again and again.
+""Victoria, If I keep doing this I will…"" Michael panted and thrust, trying to meet the eyes of his fiancée.
+""Yes, I know, Michael. Tell me when...""
+""Now! Now, I'm going to… I'm going…"" The veins in Michael's neck stood out, his eyes were panicked. His arms strained to thrust harder.
+Victoria calmly reached between the two and pulled Michael's swollen cock out of the young woman's pussy. She firmly gripped his cock as it thrust between the tight ""O"" of her fingers once, twice, three times…
+Michael groaned loudly as his penis spewed white hot sperm onto the young woman's belly, breasts and pussy, coating her body in a opalescent spew which ran into her navel and cleavage collecting into little pools of white, still rocking with her orgasm. A last great stringy drip of sperm ran out of the end of Michael's cock and over the fingers of Victoria's tight fist as she finished pumping him. She let go and Michael collapsed against the far wall, still fighting to get his breath and remain upright. Her fingers were coated with the sticky white liquid and she watched it glisten in the soft light of the afternoon. Then she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked the ropes of sperm from them, tasting the tangy salty mixture that immediately flooded her nose with tingling sensation.
+""Oh my God. Victoria, what have you done to me?"" Sweating, Michael looked as though he'd been working all day in the hot sun. Victoria smiled and looking down, saw the young prostitute smile along with her.
+Moments later, Michael was smoking a cigarette just outside the marketplace, waiting as Victoria collected herself in the chamber of their new intimate acquaintance. The sun was low now and a journey back to Giza would be much easier to tolerate.
+Victoria, looking as prim and proper as one could in the such conditions, walked to Michael's side happily, kissed him once and took his arm as they made their way to the young boys who tended their horses.
+Behind them, in the market, a swarthy powerful man watched them mount their steeds and leave. He knew something he shouldn't know, but he was glad he did.
+* * *
+Besides being a world-famous resort with service and accommodations beyond compare, Mena House was famous throughout the world for one thing that only occurred there. The afternoon camel races across a wide expanse of lawn commonly used for polo when the occasion arose. A grassy slope covered by a grandstand roof and filled with seats under gaily-colored flags blowing in the wind was where the non-participants would sit to watch the proceedings. By the time Victoria and Michael returned, it was almost time to place bets for the first race.
+The lobby bar was abuzz with talk of who might win on such a day as this. Gentlemen set their bets for and against different camels and their riders as drinks were served and cigars consumed. Sir Winthrop had his heart set on one particular beast and demanded that a young acquaintance from Sydney give him greater odds.
+""Three-to-one is a travesty. I'm presenting you with a legitimate accounting and still you refuse to budge?""
+The young man was in the textile trade and on his way to India by way of the canal. ""Sir Ceril, it is not my decision at this point. Three-to-one is my final offer, please accept it or I shall have to move on.""
+Victoria walked past the lobby door and Winthrop caught sight of her. A former lady's man in his younger days, Winthrop still had an eye for ""the skirts.""
+""I say, Victoria! Victoria! Miss Tilden!""
+Victoria stopped and turned to the door. Winthrop was standing at his table and gesturing her inside.
+""Could you join us for a moment?""
+She looked about the room as though examining it for the first time. ""It is the men's bar, Sir Ceril. Hopefully, you've noticed that I'm not of your gender?""
+Winthrop laughed and slapped the young Australian on the shoulder. ""This is the woman I told you about - a priceless wit. Please lend your assistance here.""
+The young man stood and bowed formally, then gestured towards the enormous ornate bar at one end of the room. ""Please, Miss. With my humblest beseeching, I urge you to join our table. I'm certain, Mr. Kranar, the bartender will grant us one more transgression this afternoon.""
+Mr. Kranar looked up at his name, saw Victoria standing at the door and the two men looking at him quizzically and immediately waved for her to enter.
+Victoria smiled and walked to Sir Winthrop. She had changed her clothes from the soiled skirt and blouse she'd worn earlier. Now, she wore a hat, striped blouse and a matching skirt that was tailor cut tightly over her black leather boots.
+She presented her hand to Winthrop, who was grabbing for it anyway. ""Very pleasant to see you again, Sir Ceril. Has your day been pleasant, thus far?""  
+Winthrop looked over her knuckles as he kissed her hand. ""Never as lovely a day without your presence, Victoria.""
+At Winthrop's obvious drunken flirtation, Victoria rolled her eyes. ""Well, my my… A generous compliment, I am certain. And may I get an introduction to your handsome friend?""
+Still standing, the man from Sydney bowed at the waist and held out his hand. ""Stephen Melville of Sydney, Australia, Miss Tilden. I'm afraid, Sir Ceril has made you out to be the most gracious being since our late queen. Funny that, it's not like him to be so unreserved with his compliments.""
+Victoria took the man's hand and smiled at his comment. Winthrop pulled out a chair for her and she sat down, crossing one knee slowly over the other.
+""Where is that man of yours? I haven't seen him since breakfast and I've got news."" Winthrop gestured to the barman and took his seat beside her.
+""Oh, well, he's feeling a bit tired and is upstairs in his room taking a nap, I believe.""
+""Taking naps? At his age? Ridiculous notion. I'm at least twice his age and don't relish naps."" Winthrop took another ale from the barman's tray and began to sip.
+Victoria smiled and waited for a proper moment. ""Perhaps you haven't spent your morning entertaining a young woman's wishes, Sir Ceril?""
+Beer shot out his nose and foam clear across the table as Winthrop reacted to Victoria's statement. He yelled and stood up, coughing - beer foam clinging to the ends of his mustache and ale running over his chin. Mr. Melville stood and began clapping Winthrop on the back. ""A little go down the wrong pipe, Sir Ceril? Are you okay?""
+""Yes, yes, fine,"" he wheezed. A side glance at the smirk on Victoria's face told him all he needed to know.
+He pointed at her. ""She did that on purpose. Almost skewered me on that razor sharp wit of hers. Ha ha! I feel doubly sorry for our friend Michael Berringer now. Perhaps I'll send some lilies along to his chambers. Ha!""
+Victoria leaned up to Winthrop and kissed a little of the foam away. ""I think I like you better like this, Sir Ceril. Another round perhaps?""
+Winthrop chuckled and laughed heartily. ""Oh my, we'd best get to the gates, Melville. What did we work out about our wager?""
+Melville looked dourly. ""Three-to-one, Sir Winthrop.""
+""Where are you going?"" Victoria smiled at the two gentlemen.
+""The camel races."" Winthrop pulled out his pocket watch to check the time. ""Starts in a quarter-hour, dear. Care to join us?""
+""I thought you'd never ask."" Melville smiled along with Winthrop and pulled out Victoria's chair as she stood.
+Winthrop signed for the check and they all ventured out the front door towards the grandstands in the distance.
+* * *
+After they settled among the excited gathering crowd, Winthrop and Melville decided to place their bets before the first posting. Winthrop bade the younger man lead and turned as he left. ""Care for anything, Victoria?""
+Seated at the front, Victoria called after him. ""You're too kind to ask, Sir Ceril. Thank you all the same.""
+She was enjoying the hot sunshine, basking in it, reveling in the feel. Back in London right now, it was raining, dismal and cold. Here, it was always warm as if the whole country was trying to embrace you. A light breeze had blown in from the direction of the pyramids and she felt very relaxed. She tilted her face towards the sun and shut her eyes, letting her body feel and stretching her senses out to the experience around her.
+A shadow passed across her face. ""Miss Tilden?""
+Opening her eyes, she saw Tony, the crew manager for the Michael's dig. ""Yes, Tony?""
+Tony bowed. ""Please, Miss Tilden. Mr. Berringer wold like to speak with you back at the hotel.""
+""Right now? I'm surprised he's awake."" Victoria didn't really want to leave, but perhaps Michael needed her.
+""Yes, I've just left him in his room.""
+She looked around at the crowd for sight of Winthrop or Mr. Melville, but didn't see them.
+She turned to one of the servants. ""Would you please tell my companions, I was called away?
+The Egyptian bowed. ""Yes, miss.""
+Irritated, she rose from her chair, addressing Tony. ""Oh, all right. Please lead the way then.""
+Tony nodded, turned and cut a path through other guests arriving. In moments, they reached the side of the hotel and Tony approached the side entrance of the nearest wing.
+""Wouldn't it be faster through the lobby entrance?"" Victoria was four paces behind Tony.
+""No, Miss. This way, please."" He entered the side door and held it for her. The short entrance hall was only fifty feet long before it ran into the main hallway of the western wing, but with no outside windows, the hall was quite dark. The door closed behind her and she could barely see.
+""Tony, would you mind leading the way? Tony?""
+""Yes, Miss Tilden. Follow me, please."" As he passed her, she could smell the trailing draft of French perfume that he wore. She followed carefully, watching the floor where she stepped.
+""Tony, do you mind a question?""
+Tony turned in the main hallway. ""No, Miss, please.""
+""That perfume that you wear. It is French, is it not?""
+""Yes, Miss Tilden. Does it offend you?""
+""No, it doesn't. In fact, it has quite a pleasant scent. But it is one I would expect to find on a woman, not a man such as you. It creates a mystery.""
+Tony reached the first staircase and started up. ""Do you enjoy mysteries, Miss Tilden?""
+She smiled, lifted her skirt and started up the stairs behind Tony.
+""I suppose I enjoy them as much as the next girl, but it does seem a bit odd, don't you think?"" She reached the landing, turned left into the hall and saw Tony at an open doorway.
+Tony gestured inside. ""Here we are, Miss Tilden.""
+She smiled as she passed him, but the smile soon left her features as she recognized her own room. ""What is going on? Why is Mr. Berringer in my room?""
+The door closed and a hand clamped over her mouth. Another grabbed her waist and pulled her back against a powerful man. ""I think you enjoy mysteries, Miss Tilden. I think you like dark places.""
+Victoria struggled to get out of Tony's grasp. ""Don't fight me, Miss Tilden. I have wanted to have a woman like you for many years. A proper British woman with proper upbringing and now that I know what you like, I know I will have you."" He pushed his hand down between her legs and pressed deeply. Pushing away from the invading hand, her bottom pressed into his hips and there she felt his hard penis encased within his trousers, rubbing against her. With both hands, she pushed at the hand over her mouth until it slid over her arm.
+""Don't… Don't do this. Mr. Berringer…!""
+""Your Mr. Berringer is asleep, Miss Tilden, safely in his room. Tell me, why does he sleep so soundly in the middle of the afternoon?""
+""I… I don't know. What do you mean?""
+""Perhaps it was your trip to the market this morning?"" He kissed the side of her face.
+""No!"" She lunged and caught him with an elbow in the side of his face. He let go of one arm and she spun away, right into the flat of his other hand, slapping the side of her face hard. She went down in a heap on the floor.
+She quickly sat up on her elbows, still reeling from the stars tingling in front of her eyes.
+Tony stood over her, pointing. ""I saw you, you whore! I saw you and your lover take that young woman in the market.""
+Victoria tried to get away from him, pushing and sliding along the floor, looking for a way out.
+He advanced and reached for his belt. ""But I know what you like. And I'm going to give it to you."" He pulled open the breech of his trousers and the buttons on his shirt. Black hair covered his belly, and beneath it, he revealed his natural body odor that no perfume could cover. His underdrawers tented fiercely, hiding his erection. He fumbled quickly with his buttons and pulled his stiff penis out into the open. He placed a fist around it and pointed its eye at her. ""Come, whore. Here's what you want. Feast on my cock, Miss Tilden. Get it hard for that sloppy pussy of yours.""
+Shocked and panicked, Victoria's eyes looked at it, sticking from its nest of black hair and a warmth came over her. A keen, brilliant heat spread from around her neck and down her body, radiating from between her breasts.
+She stopped sliding backwards on the floor and her frightened face relaxed to a wry smile.
+Tony stopped his advance, surprised by the look on her face.
+""It looks very good, Mr. Perridopolis, very good indeed. And your smell…"" Victoria closed her eyes and breathed deeply, raising her breasts towards him. ""A very sexual scent indeed, nothing like that prissy perfume smell.""
+Tony's face was a mass of confusion. His bushy eyebrows danced under the wrinkled forehead. His eyes looked around as though someone was going to jump him _. What was going on with this bitch? Why isn't she afraid?_ His cock started to wilt in his hand.
+""Oh, don't lose that erection, Tony. Here, let me help."" Victoria sat up and unbuttoned her blouse. She quickly pulled it down over her shoulders, revealing the tops of her breasts, bulging from the corset holding them. Tony's eyes took them in and his breathing quickened to match the pounding of his heart.
+She raised her hands to her breasts and caressed them. ""Does this help, Tony? Do my breasts excite you? Here."" She loosened the front lacing and pulled her breasts free, spilling over the top of the corset. Her nipples were red and stiff. She took them between her fingers and twisted.
+""See how my nipples are hard at the sight of your stiff thing? A penis ready for loving gets me so excited, Tony. I'm wet already. Now, let me see. Where shall you take me? On the bed? No, that's too ordinary. Over the chair at my vanity? That's not bad… Not bad. My behind in the air. You could take me that way, couldn't you, Tony? You would like that, wouldn't you?""
+Tony looked at the luscious breasts before him and watched Victoria's fingers pleasure herself, but he looked confused as if he didn't know what to do. _This shouldn't be happening. She should scream. She should run. She should beg. She should fight._ His erection got softer and softer.
+Victoria got up on her knees and reached for Tony's cock. ""Give it to me, Tony. I'll suck it and get it really hard, then you can stick it in me and love me like a woman needs.""
+Tony backed away. The look on his face said this woman was obviously mad. He was afraid. _What might she do? She may bite me._ ""No, get away… You crazy bitch! Don't touch me."" Tony backed up, closing his pants, putting his cock away. Keeping his eyes on Victoria, he reached frantically behind him, searching for the door.
+Victoria advanced, reaching for his penis. Her fingers grabbing at his clothes. ""No, please… Bring it back out. You can have me, Tony. I won't tell anyone you lost your erection. I promise! Please Tony?""
+Groping behind him, Tony finally found the doorknob, flung open the door and escaped into the hall.
+Victoria stood there for a moment quietly as her door bounced once against the frame and Tony's thundering footsteps raced away down the hall in a steady thump, thump, thump that got quieter the faster it ran. She reached out and pulled the door shut, then she couldn't contain herself any longer. She turned with her back to the door, smiling uncontrollably and laughed. She laughed so hard, she fell against the door and slid to the floor, slapping the floorboards around her. She felt amazing. She felt in control. She felt powerful.
+She walked to the window and threw the curtain aside, looking out at the sand flowing to the horizon. Grinning, she breathed deeply once, then twice…then voices in conversation caused her to look down. Two women passed just below her window, taking animatedly to one another. Suddenly, Victoria realized her breasts were still on display. She quickly hid behind the curtain, then slowly peeked out, watching the two women walk by. They had not seen her. She leaned back against the wall behind her and sighed. _What was happening to me? What if someone had seen?_ What if…she thought of Tony again and the warmth spread through her, calming her, strengthening her _. The bastard! He wanted to… Well, never again._ She straightened, laced her corset and brushed her hair in the mirror, still smiling with the memory of Tony's fear.
+* * *
+The next morning, they left for the dig on the far side of the pyramids in the distance. They left early by camel, before the sun made it too intolerable for travel. They reached the dig by noon. Michael took Victoria to see the latest progress and show her a wall they'd uncovered weeks before.
+The crew was fairly large for endeavors of this kind. Winthrop's company employed sixty local Egyptian men; all fed, housed and paid through her fiancé's efforts. Their encampment was on the eastern side of the dig. Twenty- five tents arranged in a large circle surrounded the storage tent and mess tent while servants from the hotel waited on the ten tents of Winthrop's exploration team - food brought in daily by camel.
+The site was fairly large. They believed it was located on the edge of a larger burial site where king's households and their religious leader's were interred, supposedly along with treasures to help them in the afterlife. Victoria didn't like the idea of profiting from the deaths of others, but the very idea of exploring the culture of this ancient society by studying the relics to be found here, excited her to her very core.
+The diggers had recently uncovered a wall at the base of a rocky hill. There, still clearly cut, Michael pointed out the hieroglyphics that they needed deciphered. With any luck, their message would help them begin to understand exactly what they had found. Her fiancé bid her adieu and spent the rest of the day supervising Tony and the laborers. Victoria spent the afternoon copying down the ancient text in her notebook, drawing each of the carvings as carefully as she could. She made notes on the edge of the page as to what decorations surrounded the writings and which way the wall was facing, due east in this case.
+She took the pages and pinned them to the mosquito netting covering her cot. Hands on hips, she stood back and looked at the transcriptions. She deciphered the hieroglyphics to read, ""Odat serves the one true god, Ra, as his master. Upon this he entrusts the temple of the family by the ____ mountain of the Fall.""
+Victoria pushed the sweat and hair off her face and looked at the symbols again. She's never seen the narrow box that preceded the mountain symbol before. What mountain? What was its name? The Fall might mean the day of the equinox, but whose family and who was Odat? She sat down at the table and wrote out all her questions, guessed a few times at the meaning of the narrow box, but nothing made any more sense than the others did. She'd have to look for the symbol in her copy of Peltrie's unpublished text back at the hotel.
+By nightfall, she was exhausted and wanted nothing more than a hot bath. Unfortunately, the hotel was at least a half-day ride and the wash basin in the tent she shared with Sarah would have to do.
+She returned to the tent, filled the wash basin and removed her dusty camp blouse to wash. She removed her boots and pushed her heavy skirt off her hips.
+""Hello, Miss Tilden. Do you need any assistance?"" Aziza greeted her tired countenance. The upstairs maid had been retained as one of the servants from the hotel.
+""Yes, please, Aziza. Good of you to come. Help me again with this confounded undergarment of mine.""
+Aziza, still dressed in the maid's uniform of the hotel, entered the tent and walked across the rug-covered dirt floor to help. ""Yes, Miss Tilden.""
+""Yes, I still can't really reach them.""
+Aziza moved behind her, held up Victoria's hair off her neck and untied the top of the corset's lacings. She pulled them free, continuing down her back until the garment sagged away from her.
+Victoria stood up straight, stretching with her hands on hips. ""Oh my God, I can breathe again. Why we women wear such things is beyond me, Aziza.""
+""It must be brutally hot, Miss Tilden. And all for… Oh, Miss Tilden, what a beautiful pendant.""
+Victoria looked down and saw the medallion lying in the cleft between her breasts. ""It is beautiful, isn't it? Some kind of Indian jewelry. Michael, I mean Mr. Berringer, gave it to me when I arrived.""
+Aziza stared at the white ivory and gold chain, not looking away for a moment. Victoria let her eyes roam the young woman, the press of her breasts against her starched blouse, the flare of her hips under the long skirt, her long neck leading up to the beauty of her exotic face. Her long hair was worn up and she looked a bit thin for a woman, but pretty none-the-less.
+Victoria took a step closer to Aziza. ""You can examine it, if you wish, Aziza.""
+She raised her hand, then quickly lowered it. ""No, it's too fine, Miss Tilden.""
+Victoria caught Aziza's hand, brought it to the medallion and smiled. ""No, please, Aziza. I insist.""
+Aziza returned the smile and gently fished the medallion off Victoria's bosom. At the soft touch of her fingers, Victoria felt warmth spread through her body just like ripples on a pond. She breathed deeply and sighed.
+Aziza stared at the pendant, turning it over to look carefully at the engravings there. She ran her fingers along the gold necklace. ""It's very lovely, Miss Tilden.""
+Victoria pulled at the corset, forcing it down off her hips and over her knickers. It finally gave way and she could pull it off. ""Whew! Everyday, the same thing. What I wouldn't give…"" She caught Aziza's gaze watching her breasts as they swayed against her body.
+""Aziza, do you suppose I could have a better look at that undergarment you showed me the other day?""
+Aziza's hand went to her breasts. ""Of course, Miss Tilden, but I…""
+""I won't mind, not this time.""
+""Sorry, mademoiselle. I don't wish to offend.""
+Victoria reached out and gently touched the cheek of the young Egyptian. ""How could you? Like you said, we're both woman.""
+Aziza smiled. Her hands came up to her neck and began unbuttoning her collar, then the front of her blouse.
+Victoria watched as she undressed - as each button as it popped undone. ""Here, Aziza, allow me, please.""
+She grabbed the next button just above Aziza's breasts and popped it through. A blue satin garment came into view as the blouse front parted. Victoria continued all the way down to her waist, pulled the tail of the blouse out from her skirt, then pushed it off her shoulders. Aziza's breasts were not large like Victoria's, but then, she was a thin woman - tall and thin.
+A flash came to Victoria and she turned towards the hieroglyphs posted on her netting.
+""Is something amiss, mademoiselle?"" Aziza was concerned.
+""No, not al all, girl. Just a moment."" Victoria reassured her with a touch to her shoulder.
+She read the inscription to herself, looking at the unresolved symbol once again. Of course, the narrow box represented something thin, a tall thin peak or a volcanic pike perhaps. She had the last piece of the puzzle for Michael.
+She smiled and looked back to Aziza. ""You've just helped me solve a riddle, Aziza.""
+The young maid's nipples poked at the material of her silky garment. ""I don't know how I've helped, mademoiselle, but I'm glad I could help you.""
+Victoria backed away, examining the young woman's body.
+""Turn around, please."" Aziza started to turn. ""No, very slowly please, like a dance."" Aziza turned ever so slowly in place. The garment had two straps over the shoulder and one band about her torso, contained by buttons in the back.
+Victoria held out her hand. ""Remove it, Aziza. I would like to see how it assists your figure.""  
+Aziza looked at her hand and her eyes widened. ""Yes, mademoiselle."" She reached behind her, then shrugged her shoulders forward casting the straps down her arms. Her breasts turned up at the nipple and settled away from her chest and more under her arms. She handed the garment to Victoria.
+Victoria looked it over briefly, then looked back to the maid. ""You are a very beautiful woman, Aziza. Your figure doesn't really need any assistance.""
+The young girl bowed her head. ""Thank you, mademoiselle.""
+""Now, the skirt.""
+She looked up quickly. ""My skirt?""
+""Yes, please, and the rest of your clothes. I need a bath. We don't want you getting wet. Do we?"" Victoria sat on her cot and looked at Aziza.
+For a moment, she looked back at her, breasts held high, shoulders back, and then she relaxed and smiled. ""No, mademoiselle.""
+Aziza reached behind herself, unbuttoning the skirt, then pushed it over her hips, revealing short lacy drawers. She turned, folding and placing her garments on the camp chair at the table.
+""The short knickers as well, Aziza."" Victoria's eyes examined the woman's body, the long thin arms and curved legs. She was exquisitely proportioned.
+Aziza turned away to the chair, using it for balance. She pushed the knickers down, revealing her twice-rounded buttocks as she stepped out of her last garment, one foot at a time. She turned to face Victoria.
+Victoria was surprised to see the woman's pubic hair, what little there was of it. Unlike herself, there was just a slight darkening of very fine silk at her mound, her cleft easily seen.
+""In the travel cabinet, you will find a large wash tub, please bring it and some towels. There is soap here and water in the pitcher."" Aziza bowed and went about assembling Victoria's bath.
+Moments later, Victoria stood in the tub as Aziza squeezed a sponge of water over her shoulders. The water was cold, but now scented by salts from the trunk. She flinched as the water cascaded over her breasts, her nipples standing hard against the gentle stream. Aziza rubbed the bar of soap against the sponge and began washing her. She washed Victoria's back, then her arms, quietly and gently applied the soap to her body. She then cleansed it away with the cool water.
+Aziza washed Victoria's shoulders and stomach, but hesitated at washing her breasts. They stood proudly away from the British woman's chest, her nipples wrinkled against the cool water and night air. The maid hesitated, afraid of doing the wrong thing. She knew the British were very conservative, but this woman seemed different. She seemed to behave more like her previous employer, more like a French lady. She looked carefully at the two pale breasts before her, their small areolas, their pink color, not dark and large like her own.
+She looked up at Victoria, hoping for a sign to continue. She met her gaze - a longing gaze, a welcoming gaze. Her heart began racing. A chill ran down her body. It was if a voice spoke to her then, telling her to kiss, to touch. Aziza looked down again, staring at Victoria's breasts. Her lips parted and she licked them. A finger stroked her cheek and she looked up.
+""Are you feeling well?"" Victoria smiled.
+""Yes, mademoiselle, but…"" Aziza glanced at Victoria's breasts again.
+""I think you can call me Victoria now, Aziza."" Victoria leaned forward and kiss Aziza's surprised face.
+Victoria took the sponge from her and dropped it into the wash basin at her feet. ""Please, Aziza, wash all of me, but not with this.""
+Her hands reached out and gently pulled Aziza towards her breast.
+Almost in a daze, Aziza watched the approach of Victoria's breast, sighed deeply and opened her mouth. Her hand cupped the breast from beneath as she took the nipple into her mouth, sucking it and licking it. As she did so, a warm feeling of contentment washed through the young woman then as though a blanket had been wrapped around her. She thrust her tongue out and began washing the breast, licking underneath it and around the areola in tight, little circles.
+Victoria closed her eyes as Aziza continued. She loved the feeling, this wicked pleasure of intimacy with another. She turned her head towards the young woman and opened her eyes, watching her gentle ministrations to her breasts, licking one moment, then kissing them, then sucking at her hot skin. A quiet pulse of warmth extended to her toes and fingertips, generated from her core at her heart, which lay just beneath the soft glow of ivory.
+Aziza's mouth was open wide as her tongue danced across the scented warm flesh of this woman. She wanted to please her, to make her cry out, to have her body sing with pleasure. Her hands left Victoria's breasts as she kissed down her stomach. She paused at her navel, licking the little bowl, then she moved lower, licking down the little line of hair on her belly, moving lower, licking down the belly towards…
+Hearing a moan, Victoria opened her eyes. Aziza turned her head, startled by the sound.
+There, on her cot, just across the large tent sat Sarah. She had her skirt hiked up above her hips and her knickers were gone, discarded on the carpet at her feet. Her face was flushed and shiny with sweat. Her legs were spread and both of her hands played with her pussy. Her right hand was spinning a twirling pattern across her clitoris and her left had sunk two fingers deep into her vagina. As she moaned and rocked on the bed, her eyes stared hard at the maid.
+Victoria crouched down low next to Aziza. ""See how she desires you?""
+""Desires me?"" Aziza didn't know whether to be scared or excited.
+Victoria whispered quietly to the young woman, who steadfastly watched Sarah as she masturbated on the bed. ""Yes, Aziza. Sarah loves only women, she has always loved them. She hasn't admitted this to herself, but she can't love a man. I saw her looking at you the day we arrived and I knew you were meant to be together. Don't you think she is beautiful?""
+Aziza watched Sarah's hands for a moment, then looked at her face, tight with concentration and her mouth, breathing hotly. She felt her breasts rise and swell, her nipples tighten into two little points. Victoria was close by her side, whispering the most delicious words to her. ""Yes, she is most desirable and very beautiful. She makes me feel…""
+""How does she make you feel?""
+""She makes me feel dizzy.""
+""Go to her, then, Aziza. Kiss her. Hold her.""
+Aziza rose from the tub and stepped onto the towels surrounding it, slowly advancing to Sarah. She kissed Sarah lightly on top of her head, then Sarah raised her mouth to the young woman and they kissed a lover's kiss. Naked, Aziza pushed Sarah back on the bed, her breasts hanging down, swaying with their motion. Her arm encircled Sarah's waist and she sank into her, her knee landing hotly on Sarah's wet pussy. They embraced and kissed, breasts to breasts.
+Victoria rose quietly and toweled herself dry, then donning her robe and slippers, she dimmed the light and walked out into the night.
+Michael was asleep and had been so for some time - likely dreaming of treasure yet to be found. Discretely, Victoria entered his dark tent and softly approached the netting hanging around his cot. She pulled the netting up in the soft light, then squatted next to him, listening. The soft rhythmic breathing of Michael's dreams comforted her. She took one of his hands, enveloped it in hers and held it to her breast while she watched him sleep. This man she had known for many years through his family. This man to be her husband. This man who desired to share a life with her.
+At that moment, her love of him overwhelmed her as he slept. His head was facing her, tilted on the pillow with his eyes closed. She looked down at the hand she held and opened it, kissing the palm. She took a deep breath and rubbed the back of his hand against the robe and across her breasts. She smiled as her nipples stiffened and Michael's hand brushed them. Loosening her robe, she placed his hand inside it where the warm skin met the soft material and rubbed his open palm against her hard bud of a nipple. Michael rolled his head and moaned.
+She smiled and pulled at the sheet until his nightshirt came into view and his bare legs. She put a hand against his leg and ran it slowly up the inside of his thigh until the backs of her fingers brushed his soft warm sac. She turned her palm over and gently cradled his testicles, feeling their texture and their warmth.
+Placing his hand back on his chest, Victoria shrugged the robe off her shoulders. Her pale breasts were lit soft blue by the moonlit night shining through the tent's doorway. She bent forward on the bed and glanced at Michael's eyes briefly. His eyelids flickered quickly inside their sockets. She wondered briefly of whom he might be dreaming - the young prostitute perhaps, herself…
+Using her other hand, she pulled the tail of the nightshirt up and away from Michael, gently laying it down at his waist. There, his cock lay quiet against his thigh, slightly swollen from her touch, but not like it should be. She opened her mouth and ran her tongue ever so lightly over the tip of it. A salty taste permeated her mouth as she withdrew her tongue. Again, her tongue descended and licked the length of Michael's shaft, leaving a wet trail of saliva along it. Michael made a small sound. Arranging herself over Michael, she stood his penis up with her left hand and popped the head of it into her mouth. She caressed the hot flesh with her tongue and as she did, it began to grow, to swell and stiffen. Faster, she thought as she began to slide her hand up and down the wet shaft, stroking Michael's penis towards its finality.
+Michael's dream was a mass of sensation. Prostitutes overwhelmed him, pulling at him, pinching and caressing him. He couldn't stand it. He tried to run, but got nowhere. The women chased him and tore at his clothes. Naked, they climbed on top of him, sucking his lips, licking his cock, and begging to make love. He felt delirious. Never had he had such a dream before.
+Victoria stroked Michael's cock firmly into her mouth. She began thrusting her soft, red lips down the shaft with each stroke. She planted her tongue firmly beneath the crown, rubbing it with the delicious texture every time it passed deeply into her mouth. A slick, wet, sound created by her actions echoed throughout the quiet tent.
+Michael was moaning constantly now, trying to speak in his slumber. His hands clawed at the sheets, pulling, twisting their way along the bed.
+Victoria felt his testicles withdraw from her palm, rising up to meet his hard cock. She knew the time was coming that Michael would soon be cumming in her mouth. She clamped her lips down and sucked as she continued stroking.
+Michael awoke with a start, sitting up in bed as the first shot of semen blasted into the back of Victoria's throat. He grabbed her head and thrust his cock deeply into her mouth. Blast after blast of the salty sperm coated Victoria's tongue and mouth. She smiled deep inside herself at the pleasure she had brought her man, her future husband.
+Michael was panting like a dog, lying back in bed. His body relaxed at the release of tension. His hands slumped back to the bed. Victoria sat up, his cock still firmly held in her hand, stiff as ever. She smiled down at him. A little sperm dribbled down at the corner of her mouth. She stood, still holding his cock and crouched over him, her breasts hanging in his face with a knee on each side of his hips. He felt the head of his cock rub against something hot and wet, slippery with her natural oils.
+""Victoria, what…what are we doing?""
+""You are about to become my lover, my bedmate, my Shiva. Do you not want me, Michael? Do you not want to love me with this magnificent penis of yours?""
+Michael could think of nothing else. He looked up at the rounded breasts hanging above him and then at the longing in Victoria's face. He smiled and with both hands, he grabbed her hips and pushed. The head of his cock slipped between her labia, pushing steadily upwards, spreading her open - a perfect tightness that he had never known before.
+Then, his penetration met a firm resistance. Victoria groaned and shook fiercely. His eyes looked at her with open panic. Baring her teeth, she narrowed her eyes, then lifting slightly, she bore down with all of her weight onto him. Michael yelled as they connected. Victoria screamed as her hymen ruptured and the engorged penis wedged her insides apart. They settled at the deepest point. Victoria breathing deeply to regain composure and Michael concentrating, trying not to loose his seed too soon.
+Victoria opened her eyes and looked at Michael, lying underneath her: his firmly molded chest, the broad shoulders, his face shoved aside, concentrating on their lovemaking. She loved the feeling - a wonderful moment of two bodies conjoined, fighting to be the lovers they were meant to be. She leaned forward her hands on the cot by his shoulders, pressing her breasts to Michael's face. ""Suck my nipples, Michael. It will help me make love with you.""
+Michael leaned his face forward, took one of the distended teats in his mouth, and sucked hard.
+Victoria pulled away. ""No, Michael, softly, gently like I did with your penis.""
+With that, she gently rose, then pressed her hips further down, driving his cock into her hot channel, firmly wedging his cock deeply inside of her. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the feeling and began rising slowly, spreading open her insides some more. She drove back down, taking more of him. In addition, with each thrust down, then up, then down, she took more of the stiff cock into her wet pussy. She could feel his pubic hair touch her own, then press deeper, trying to reach that perfect spot down inside her body, where they could become one.
+Michael licked at the nipples, then releasing her hips, he brought his hands to her breasts and guided them to his mouth, licking and sucking them until they were hard, hot little points. He gently squeezed her breasts as he did this until she started moaning.
+The cot began to shake as she continually thrust down upon his penis. Her butt rose and thrust down, shaking her breasts, making them jiggle in his face. He fought, he struggled to hold on, to maintain control, but he could feel the inevitable rising of tension, the tingling sensation in his balls.
+She was panting now as she fucked Michael, desperately driving herself towards their release. ""Michael, you feel so good inside of me. I want you there always. Keep going, Michael. Love me. Oh God, love me.""
+The tension rose from within her hips, shivers of delight ran up her back. As Michael sucked her nipples she could feel little shocks of energy travel up her breasts and into her body, shocking her system to sexual awareness and to a sexual hunger for climax.
+In the shadows, another was watching. Another had heard them. Another came up behind Victoria and slapped a small leather bludgeon across the back of her head. She collapsed on a startled Michael and then the darkness hit him, too.
+* * *
+Victoria awoke and opened her eyes. Her vision was unfocused and her head pounded near her left temple. She started to move her hand to her head, but it wouldn't move from behind her back. She shook her head, trying to clear her vision, but the room was dim and dark. She felt disoriented. Then she noticed her feet in front of her on the ground, tied with rope around the ankles. She looked at them, not comprehending and wriggled her toes to make certain they were hers.
+She turned her head, squinting into the darkness and saw Michael lying on the floor. Victoria rocked, trying to free herself, but she couldn't move.
+""Not in control now, are we, whore?""
+A pair of dusty black workboots approached her. She turned her head and saw Tony standing there.
+""A fine bit of fucking you two were doing. I watched for a while to make certain I could remember it. You…"" Tony placed a hand on her buttocks and squeezed. ""You have a fine ass there, Miss Tilden. I intend to make very good use of it.""
+Victoria looked back at herself, her breasts hanging almost in her face, her hands obviously tied and her ankles bound. She looked up her legs and realized that her body was bent over a chair and tied to it. Tony had placed a pillow over the back of it for some comfort, but she couldn't move at all.
+""What have you done to Michael?""
+Tony walked over to Michael and kicked him. ""I had to hit him a little harder than you. If he ever wakes up, he's going to have one hell of a headache.""
+The foreman walked back over to Victoria and put both hands on her hips, resting his crotch against her upturned bottom. ""You on the other hand are not going to get a headache from me, rather the opposite."" Tony laughed and loosened his belt.
+Victoria thought quickly, struggling momentarily with a plan. Then she relaxed. ""I remember your hard penis from the hotel, Tony. I was wondering when you'd finally give it to me. You ran away so quickly, I didn't have time to even touch you.""
+Tony didn't like that the woman wasn't scared. He sneered and continued unbuttoning his trousers. ""Well, you're going to get touched by it now, bitch.""
+He ripped off the bottom three buttons of his shirt and pulled his pants down to his knees, drawers and all. He walked forward and lay his stiff penis in the cleft of Victoria's buttocks.
+""Wait, Tony, if you bring it over here first, I'll suck it and get it really stiff for me.""
+""I don't trust. You will bite me."" He started moving his hips up and back, rubbing his penis along her ass.
+""I wouldn't do that to such a magnificent beast. I want to please you, Tony. I know that is the only way you'll let me live.""
+Tony laughed. ""Let you live? You and boyfriend here are going to be rotting in the desert by tomorrow night. Although, I must thank you for completing the transcription of Odat, the high priest. Without that, my crew and I would never find his family's tomb tomorrow.""
+She tried a new tact. ""Please, Tony, stick it in my mouth. I want to suck you. I'm very good at it. Please, please, Tony.""
+""God, you stuck up women are all the same. You finally get popped and it's off to the races."" Tony walked over to his trunk, opened it and returned to the side of the chair. He jacked his cock with his hand as he approached.
+""Okay, British bitch, suck my cock, but it you use your teeth at all…"" Victoria felt a point at the back of her head. ""I sink my hunting knife into your brain, then I cut off your boyfriend's cock and feed it to the jackals.""
+Tony stepped forward once and brought his penis to Victoria's mouth. She moved her head forward and took it deeply into her mouth. ""Yes, that's good, Miss Tilden. Too bad we can't take a photograph of this to send home to your family, eh?""
+Victoria continued sucking, gliding her mouth up and down Tony's fat cock. Tony closed his eyes, feeling the ring of her lips tighten over his cock. This young, beautiful woman was at last, doing his bidding. His heart tripped along in his chest, racing with the pleasure he was receiving.
+She pulled her mouth off him. ""Oh my God, Tony, your - your cock is so wonderful. I love the taste of it, so manly, so alive in my mouth."" She dove back down on him.
+""So, you appreciate it. That is very good, better than the English ones, no?"" Tony started to sweat and he was panting now.
+""Yes, much better and much bigger, Tony. I love sucking you."" She thrust her lips over his head, licking at it with her tongue. ""But I can't do everything I want, I can't give you what you deserve.""
+""Why?"" Tony felt her lips glide down his penis again.
+""I need my hands, Tony. I need my hands to love you well.""  
+Tony opened his eyes as her tongue snaked out of he mouth again to bathe the head of his cock. He looked at her hands tied behind her back, rocking side- to-side with her efforts. _What could it hurt? I've got the knife and she's not getting away tied to the chair like that, he thought. Besides, I'm stronger than she is._ He raised the knife up to her hands and sliced through the rope.
+At the moment her hands were free, she grabbed Tony's cock and started jacking it with one hand and rubbing his balls with the other. Tony groaned at the sensation. It now felt exactly like a tight, wet pussy gliding over his penis, pleasing him and pleasuring his senses.
+Victoria took her hand away from his balls and pushed her middle finger into her mouth, wetting it. When she moved her hand back under his balls, the end of that finger began rubbing over Tony's anus.
+This woman was truly a marvel. She knew exactly how to please a man. He loved the sensation of her lips on his cock, but her other hand began teasing him in ways he had never felt before. Tony opened his shirt and took it off, shaking it from his shoulders and throwing it on the floor. He opened his eyes and saw her beautiful ass propped up in the air for his taking, but he didn't want to leave her mouth just yet. His heart hammered inside his chest, his breath was coming in great gulps.
+""Tony, I don't want you to orgasm yet. I must have it. I must have this magnificent cock in my pussy, Tony. Please, please, Tony, become my lover.""
+Tony looked down at Victoria's pleading face - her mouth and hands dripped with saliva. He wanted to make this woman his own, make her remember him for the rest of her life. Maybe he would take the bitch with him to Athens after they sold the treasure, make her his whore. Tony reached down her leg and cut the bonds around her ankles. Victoria stood up from the chair, backed over to Tony's cot and lay on her back with her legs spread lewdly open, waiting for him.
+Tony could feel the pulse in his temples quicken at the site of Victoria wet and ready for him. His breathing was already ragged.
+Victoria placed her hand on her pussy and drove a finger deep into herself, moaning. ""I'm so wet for your hard cock, Tony. Please stick it in me. Don't make me wait any longer. Please Tony.""
+""Good God, shut up, will you woman? You distract me with your whining."" Tony shuffled, pants still around his ankles, over to Victoria lying on his cot. He fell to his knees between her legs, bringing his cock level with her pussy. She still drove a finger deep in and out of herself.
+""Move your hand, woman, so I can give you the gift of my cock.""
+Victoria smiled up at him and sat up on one elbow, facing him. She pulled the finger out and pushed two fingers deep inside of her. Her mouth opened in a silent ""O"" as she did. She withdrew the fingers, then raising her knees up to her chest; she spread the wetness on her fingers against her anus. The fingers swirled in a circle around her anus, then one finger sunk inside taking her natural lubrication with it. With her other hand, Victoria rubbed it over her drenched pussy, then reached out and grabbed Tony's penis, lubricating it. Tony was hypnotically staring at the finger in Victoria's bottom.
+She pulled his stiff member to her pussy and rubbed the head of his cock all around her lips. She jumped once when it passed over her clitoris.
+""I love your cock, Tony. I want it deep inside me, filling me up.""
+""And you're about to get all of it."" Tony stared at her ass and the finger buried there. He was openly sweating now, his heart jumping fiercely in his chest.
+""But because you are Greek, I thought you might like an alternate choice."" As Victoria said these words, she pushed Tony's cock away from her pussy, rubbing it along her perineum until it lodged against her anus.
+""Please Tony, I want you. You have to help me. But God, I want you in my other hole.""
+Tony was beyond excited, he was trembling. All of his life, he had wanted this, a subservient English woman and her fine, luscious ass. His heart was beating painfully hard against his ribs, but he had to have this ass, this beautiful ripe ass. Looking at her lustful stare, her roared. He rose up on his feet and pressed down, forcing his cock past the ring of her anus, burying half of it into this magnificent whore.
+Victoria yelled at the pain as he forced his way in, but after a moment's recovery, she returned to her senses. She pulled her legs higher with her hands. ""Drive it deep, Tony. Make me love you. Make love to my ass!""
+Tony pulled out a little and drove deeper into her hot bottom. He felt the muscles release and give way, tightly fitting his cock into her. Her pussy lay open just above where his cock entered her and he thrust and pushed until he was all the way inside. His balls rested against her butt.
+""Oh God, that's good. Do it, Tony. Make me your woman.""
+Tony pulled out a little, then drove back in, panting with the effort. His neck started to hurt from holding it up, watching this dream before him. A tingling sensation started down his left arm, knotting and spasming a little. He must be more tired than he thought.
+""Yes, Tony. Fuck me. Give it to me!"" Victoria wrapped her legs around Tony's body and pulled him in deep, fucking his cock in and out of her ass.
+""Yes, oh yes, Tony. Faster, my love, faster, harder!""
+A pain spread through Tony's chest, his heart leapt and stopped, leapt and stopped. It felt like someone was standing on his chest. He couldn't breath. He had to stop. He pushed at Victoria's legs, which pulled him in tighter, fucking his cock in and out of her nether sheath, again and again.
+""Please, please… Let me go. I must…!"" Tony was desperate. His hands went to his chest.
+""No, Tony, you must fuck my ass - cum in my ass. Be my lover forever!""
+A tremendous pain shot up Tony's arm and across his chest as his cock let go and spewed its copious fluids into Victoria's ass. He shook twice, then as her legs released him, he fell over backwards on the ground, panting, choking and moaning.
+Victoria sat up quickly and examined Tony. He lay still, barely breathing, his eyes rolled back in his head.
+She hurried over the Michael. He lay on his stomach on the ground, hands bound behind his back and his feet tied together. She turned him over and listened. He was still breathing, his heart still beating steadily. She found Tony's shirt and slipped it over her nakedness. Then, she untied Michael and half- dragged, half-carried him back to her tent.
+Once there, she laid him in her bed, covered him, and cleaned a small cut on the back of his scalp. Finally, he slept peacefully. Victoria glanced across the tent and saw Sarah and Aziza asleep, naked in each other's arms. She went to the wash basin, cleaned herself up and finally crawled into bed with Michael.
+* * *
+The next morning at breakfast, Sir Ceril announced that Tony had died during the night. The company would shut down the dig until a new foreman could be hired. Victoria, Michael, Sarah and the rest of Winthrop's crew returned to Mena House, studying the hieroglyphics and trying to gather more information for the next dig from Mr. Carter in Tanta over the next several weeks.
+Her life had been permanently altered to take a new path, away from the crumbling morés that were as dead as the late queen and onto a more open lifestyle where staid rules could be cast aside and a stranger's smile could be an invitation.
+As Victoria was packing to return to the hotel from the dig, she realized that the necklace Michael had given her was missing. She looked everywhere in her tent and her baggage, but it was never found. With all the events of her last night on the dig, she couldn't remember where or when it had been lost.
+It was gone, perhaps to turn up in the hands of another bazaar in Cairo, perhaps never to be heard from again, lost in the ancient sands of Egypt.
+* * *
+ _(Author's note: Thanks and a flick of the quill to authors Jon.Hayworth, Mickie and Weird Harold for all their wonderful advice and assistance.)_"
+300,Talisman Ch. 6: Croix du Bois,karmadog,Chain Stories,2002-08-16,2002-08-16,2022-01-08 03:54:31,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/talisman-ch-6-croix-du-bois,The talisman in World War I.,"['Big Nose', 'God Side', 'Men Stay', 'Patrick Sat', 'Patrick Started', 'Patrick Thought', 'Sound Patrick', 'Squeezing Finger', 'Stopped Back', 'Things Men']",4.6,"17 Juillet 1917
+The first thing he was aware of was pain. Then came light, but, at first, he thought it had something to do with the pain. Perhaps he was in a fire. But that wasn’t the case.
+There was an acrid smell, he was wet, his head hurt and the pain seemed to come strongest from his crotch. He gasped, but very little breath came. He put his hands to his face and found rubberized cloth covering his head. He fought with it frantically until it came away from his head.
+He looked at the cloth and it all came back. The bombardment, the frantic cry of “Gas!”, the struggle to get his mask on, the whistling sound of an approaching shell, then nothing.
+He reluctantly looked down at his body and screamed.
+“Jesus. We thought you’d earned the Croix du bois.” The poilu turned his head and shouted for help.
+31 Decembre 1917
+“You see, all of the front-line troops have a… well, they have a talisman against evil. And the only evil in the trenches is death. Anyone who has been there knows that no man can defeat death. The only defense is God, or the supernatural. Or both.”
+Lieutenant Patrick O’Brien’s injuries had nearly healed. He was to be returned to the front in seven days, but during his convalescence, he had become friendly with Maggie Compton, his American nurse.
+“I wonder if my husband had something?” Maggie thought aloud.
+Maggie’s eyes got started to mist over. Patrick looked away.
+Maggie’s husband’s military career had been both similar to Patrick’s and very different. Like Patrick, he had enlisted shortly after the war began, but he had joined the Foreign Legion through the French Embassy in Washington, while Patrick had joined the regular French Army by virtue of his double citizenship. Patrick was still at war three years later, while Maggie’s husband had been killed in his first action.
+At the start of the war, Patrick had been in Deauville visiting his mother’s family. Things at home in Detroit had gotten too awkward for Patrick to bear. His father had quit his job at the Ford factory to become a union organizer with Eugene Debs. Selling a union to the well-paid Ford workers was not easy, but after Eamon O’Brien had heard Debs speak in Terre Haute, he was convinced that the only way that the auto workers could get a fair shake was to unionize.
+Patrick’s mother, Cecile, couldn’t help but be upset. She couldn’t understand why a man who was making such a good living would stir up trouble. The end result, was a troubled household. So troubled that Patrick found work on a steamer to New York, then to Marseille, where he took a train to his mother’s family home.
+The de Tours family had a large apple orchard in Normandy and were happy to see Patrick, though a bit surprised as he hadn’t thought to warn them that he was coming. On his arrival they forced him to cable his parents to let them know where he was and that he was well.
+Patrick had taken to the agricultural way of life very quickly. He enjoyed the way the leaves came on the trees, then the beautiful white blossoms, and finally the lovely apples. He worked hard for his relatives, making sure that there could be no question that he had earned his place.
+During the summer, before the blossoms gave way to the fruit, there was little to do. He swam in the stream that flowed through the property and dried himself by laying in the sun. Or the family would picnic under the apple trees, the fragrant petals sometimes falling on their heads and shoulders.
+Often he would cycle to Caen to enjoy the rhythms of the city life he’d left behind in Detroit. Usually, he would just sit with a glass of wine and listen to people talk. His mother had made sure that he learned French when he was growing up, but fluency is difficult to attain without being surrounded by native speakers and Patrick desperately wanted to fit in.
+His mother sent letter after letter describing his father’s growing radicalism. A beating at the hands of a strikebreaker or the police, brief jailings on trumped up charges, and his increasing reliance on liquor. Patrick dutifully answered each one, in French, but for his part, he spoke of his love for the French countryside, the beauty of the nearby sea, and his affection and respect for his relatives.
+In one letter, he asked her how she could ever have left this paradise for his father. She wrote back that love is not a thing that one chooses, but that one is chosen by love. Not having been in love, Patrick could only wonder at a force that might turn one’s life upside down whether one wished it or not.
+“Patrick? Are you listening to me?”
+“I’m sorry Maggie. I was thinking of the orchard. What did you say?”
+“I said, what kind of things do the men carry? For their protection?”
+“Sometimes it is a cross--often it is a cross. You are aware of the religious nature of the war? We good French Catholics have God on our side, but, of course, the Germans believe that they have their Protestant God on their side. We are at a stalemate, so perhaps our Gods are of equal strength, or maybe we have the same God and he doesn’t care who wins. That’s what I think.”
+Maggie looked incredulous. “So God takes no interest in the affairs of men? I can’t believe that.”
+“He takes no interest in the affairs of nations,” Patrick clarified. “He’s interested only in individuals. We are God’s creations, not nations. God didn’t create Germany, or France, or even the United States. Men created them. God worries only about his creations. Would God worry about a hammer or a cooking pot?”
+Maggie didn’t care for philosophical discussions, because, inevitably, they led her to question why her husband had been taken from her so soon.
+“Other than crosses, what do they carry?”
+“Bibles, of course. There is always a story of how a bible in a tunic pocket stopped a bullet, so men believe it may work for them too. A lot of guys carry a lock of their girlfriend’s, or mother‘s hair. Or if they have a wife. A spent piece of shrapnel or a bullet that hit them and fell to the ground. A bullet removed from a wound. Rosseau carries an ear.”
+“What?” Maggie was horrified. “A trophy?”
+“No, no, no. It’s his own ear. It was sheared off by a piece of shrapnel from a trench mortar. He has big ears, well, one big ear now, and he believes that the size of his ear fooled death into thinking it was his head. How can that not be lucky?”
+They laughed, both thinking that it was strange the macabre things that war made amusing.
+“Would it be rude to ask you what your protection is?”
+“Virtue,” Patrick murmured as he turned red.
+“You mean you… What do you mean?”
+“I mean just that. I’m chaste.”
+“But you must be twenty-six or twenty-seven.”
+“No, Maggie. I’m twenty. When the war started I was just seventeen. I didn’t know very many people in France. But my cousin Robert joined with me. We joined the same regiment and when our training was done, we were sent to the front together. The Germans were pushing towards Paris and we were sent to help stop the push.
+“Robert was killed in a matter of minutes. We had been ordered to charge and so we did. Robert was a very fast runner, and he had gotten a couple of steps in front of me. His tunic blew outward as though it had been poked from inside by a finger. When the regiment came running back, I was still there holding Robert, but he had died before he hit the ground.
+“They wanted to shoot me for cowardice, but I convinced them that all I wanted to do was fight, and they let me fight.
+“The point is, I started to wonder what the difference was between me and Robert. Why had he died while I lived? I decided that it had been because he had had success with girls, while I hadn’t. My big nose drove them away.”
+“You don’t have a big nose.”
+“I’ve kind of grown into it during the war, I think. I’ve had to change my uniform three times. Somehow, the Germans didn’t find a boy racing towards them in short pants and cuffs at his elbows very threatening. Bayonet or not.”
+They fell silent. Dry branches ticked against the window and cast shadows that penetrated the dim lamplight. Patrick studied Maggie’s face. Her red hair was pulled back severely into a bun, but now, at the end of a long day, strands were escaping to halo her face. Her face was round and gave an overall impression of cheerfulness, freckles had been spattered haphazardly across her nose and cheeks and her nose turned upward slightly to end in a small bulb. But her deep, green eyes were ringed with dark that hinted at grief. Still, with her hair up and her ears sticking out like jug handles, it was hard not to smile at her.
+Maggie looked back from the window into Patrick’s eyes. “It’s almost midnight,” she said.
+“Yes.”
+They looked at each other and then each leaned toward the other and they kissed each other briefly on the lips.
+“I must go. It will be an early morning. And you must report for your assignment.”
+“I think they’re going to assign me to orient some of the new American officers. Should be easy duty.”
+They said their goodbyes and Maggie turned to leave.
+Patrick watched the movement of her hips and buttocks as she moved. Above the waist, she looked slender, almost girlish, but her tiny waist swelled into large hips and a generous behind that mesmerized Patrick every time he saw it.
+He felt the familiar swelling in his groin and thanked God that it no longer hurt. When he had first begun to heal, he had been strapped to a wooden frame that held his arms and legs open to prevent the returning skin from growing together. He remembered that, during the Somme offensive, the hospital had been so busy that the usual male doctors and nurses had been unable to attend to the recovering patients, so Maggie had been sent to change his dressings.
+She had been gentle, more gentle than the men who seemed angry that they had to touch any penis, let alone one that was so horribly damaged, but when she pulled the loose gauze away, some scabs had pulled away with it. Patrick flinched, and Maggie immediately stopped.
+Patrick assured her that pain was a necessary part of the process and to continue. Finally, after several fits and starts, she got the gauze removed and began to apply the ointment. Maggie’s cool hands on him, and the sight of the tip of her tongue in the corner of her mouth had caused Patrick to get an erection. Maggie’s pale skin did little to hide her embarrassment, but she continued to apply the balm. Just as she finished, a strand of hair fell and touched Patrick’s wounded penis and he came all over himself. Maggie jumped, but she held his manhood and, he thought she even squeezed it a little, but did not say anything about it, she just reached for a clean towel and wiped up the mess along with the excess salve. Then she changed the dressings under his arms.
+Now, Patrick couldn’t help but remember that scene whenever she was near. Perhaps her presence had aided the healing process. The doctors had been concerned that the new skin on his penis would grow too tightly and never allow him to have an erection without pain, but the erection he had now was not painful. There was a feeling of fullness, as if he was too large for his skin, but it was not at all unpleasant. So perhaps the frequent erections Maggie had caused had been beneficial.
+16 Janvier 1918
+Patrick’s unit was in the reserve trench when he found them. They had just returned from a night on the front line. Sgt. Malveaux was the first to spot him.
+“Hey look, boys! Our Yankee altar boy is back! And what is this? You’ve been promoted? Must I call you “Sir” now? Let me step back and salute the new lieutenant.”
+Malveaux had been a sergeant since before the war began. He had received two battlefield promotions, but always refused them. He did not see himself as an officer. He didn’t care for the airs that officers put on, and he was afraid he might be taken away from the front.
+“How did this happen? I thought you were going to teach your American brothers how to fight,” said Malveaux.
+“Yes, I was, but they said they thought that Pershing would take care of them just fine. I tried to explain that this is not like chasing Mexican bandits, but they wouldn’t listen. I think they will make the same mistakes we did.”
+“What about the Somme? Didn’t you explain about the Somme?”
+“They think they are better than the Tommys. They probably are, but they will still lose a lot of men they don’t need to. The best thing we can hope is that we will not be forced into an offensive with them.”
+“But the promotion? How did that happen?” asked the burly Sergeant.
+“Officially, it was for the action when I got wounded, but unofficially, I think I got it because I cursed Col. Gaithers in public. The General Le Clerc hates him and he overheard me. Either he didn’t notice that I was speaking French, or he doesn’t realize that Gaithers can’t speak it because he called me into his office and promoted me that afternoon.”
+“Better to be promoted for your mouth than for getting knocked on the head and gassed. Anyone can do that. Come, sir, we will have a brandy to celebrate your elevation.”
+“Wait. Where is Rosseau?”
+“Dead. We were at the evening stand to and he turned his head to say something to me and he got it. Apparently, he was right. The bullets did think his ear was his head. He made the mistake of turning his remaining ear toward the enemy. This one went right through his ear and into his head. Now lets get that brandy.”
+Patrick crawled into a bunk to try to get some sleep before they had to go to the front for the night. Nominally, he was in charge of ten men’s lives, but he knew that, like all armies, his sergeant, Malveaux, would really be in charge. Still, he felt the responsibility. Some of the men would be put off by Malveaux’s sarcasm and bluff attitude--he would never call Patrick “sir�� with anything but irony, for example--and they would look to Patrick for guidance.
+The thought of that made him nervous. He was twenty and knew next to nothing about women, but he was big, bigger even than Malveaux and he knew how to fight. Perhaps he would be okay.
+Inevitably, his thoughts turned to Maggie Compton. He had been able to see her a couple of times before he left, but the New Year’s kiss had not been repeated. Nor, of course, had the incident with the salve, but she had asked him to call on her the next time he got leave.
+He woke to Malveaux’s big hand shaking him.
+“Let’s go. It’s time to kill some Boche. We are to patrol tonight if we keep to the schedule,” Malveaux said.
+They gathered the men and arrived in time for the evening stand to. The ritual of the evening and morning stand to was observed by both sides. The men would poke their heads and rifles over the top of the revetment to be sure that no attack was coming and to provide a show in case the enemy was considering one. Several men would be hit by sniper fire, but it was also good for the raw men to come under fire.
+None of the men from Patrick’s squad were hit, although a bullet had hit the sandbag next to one of the new men’s elbows and he had soiled his pants. The poor man would never hear the end of it even though it was not uncommon. The first time someone tries to kill you is always surprising.
+“For the patrol tonight, Malveaux, pick four men for me. You stay and babysit the others. I want to get back into this as quickly as possible. I’ve been away too long.”
+“Most are recruits, but Lavache, Utuburu, Clement, and Duval are steady. You may have to hold Utuburu back. He is a little crazy but very good with a knife. He‘s Basque”
+Utuburu was small and wiry like a well cured tree limb, but his eyes were a little wild. Patrick sat the men down and tried to explain that all they needed to do was try to survive a night in no man’s land. They did not need to be heroes. Lavache, Clement, and Duval nodded their heads, but Utuburu just looked at him from under his cap and spat.
+Patrick told them to see to their weapons, that they would go over the top at full dark.
+Malveaux brought the men to Patrick at the appointed time and Patrick looked them over and checked their rifles.
+“Good,” he said. “You look ready. We go over the top one at a time. I will go first and Malveaux will send the rest of you at intervals. Stay close enough behind me that you don’t lose touch, but not so close that one grenade can get us all. Keep your eyes and ears open and do not fire your weapons. They will only call down the big guns and the rifle of every man in range. If we must fight, use the knife or the grenade. Got it?”
+Patrick turned away and carefully raised his head above the sandbags. He saw nothing, so he quickly climbed over the top and into the darkness. He made his way to the wire and waited to be sure that the others were with him. When they had all arrived he put a finger to his lips and began to crawl through the maze of wire.
+They moved slowly, freezing when an artillery burst lit the sky, until they came to the listening post. Patrick whispered the pass word and they kept moving until they came to Fritz. Fritz was a German who had been killed months before. Each poilu touched the skeletal hand for luck as he passed. So many patrols had passed by Fritz that the bones of his hands were worn smooth and they shone in the faint starlight.
+Patrick moved his men parallel to the German trench and moved to the north. They were supposed to try to find and mark the coordinates of German listening posts and make sure that no assaults were being massed.
+There was a muffled clink from somewhere to Patrick’s left. It could be another French patrol, but more likely it would be Germans. He held up his hand so the men behind him would stop and tried to see in the gloom. Behind him, he could hear his men breathing and one of them moving. He held up his hand again, but the movement did not stop. He looked back and saw Utuburu crawling toward the sound, his knife gleaming in his right hand. He was too far away to call back, so Patrick signaled the men to follow and they set off in Utuburu’s wake.
+Utuburu took a position in a shell crater and the rest of the patrol found holes of their own to duck into. There was a whisper of German and, in the dim light, they could see them moving towards them. The first of them moved past Utuburu, then slowly past Patrick, but somehow, he spotted Lavache. There was a brief cry and the sound of a struggle, then a sharp cry, but by that time, Patrick had pulled his man into his crater and stuck his knife deep into the man’s neck and he died with barely a sound.
+Patrick started to crawl back towards Lavache, but before he could get out of the hole there was an outcry in German and rifles started to fire. Then the machine guns opened up and he called for his men to stay down. The French line started firing and there was nothing to hear but machine guns stitching through the night.
+They stayed undercover until the firing stopped and then Patrick crawled out of his hole and started looking for his men. He found Lavache first, dead with a German knife sticking out of his chest and a German with his head splattered on the side of the crater. Next he found Clement and Duval who had accounted for their men. He told them to stay put while he got Utuburu and set off for the last spot he had seen him.
+Utuburu had the body of a German soldier and an officer next to him. Both had had their throats neatly cut, but it seemed Utuburu had also been cut. He was gasping for air but he didn’t make a sound. Patrick found the hole in his back and knew that Utuburu would not be returning to his mountains. He’d been stuck through the liver, and gouts of blood were pouring from him into the earth. Patrick tried to stop the bleeding, though he knew it was useless, and soon Utuburu lay quiet.
+Patrick crossed himself and reached for Utuburu’s identification and papers. Perhaps he had a letter written to a sweetheart or his mother. He was putting the Basque’s papers in his tunic and reaching for his tags with his other hand when he felt heat coming from the body. Patrick jerked his hand back there was far too much heat for the cooling body to possess. He stretched his hand back toward the body with his fingers outspread. Yes, there it was. He had not imagined it.  
+Tentatively, he moved his hand closer and fumbled in the dark to find what the source of the mysterious heat. It seemed to be coming from inside Utuburu’s breast pocket. Patrick reached in and felt something hot and smooth like a river-stone. He tried to remove it, but soon realized that it was pinned to the inside of the pocket. He unpinned it and held it up to look at it, but he could see little more than a pale disc in the darkness. Patrick pocketed the item and went to find his men.
+17 Janvier 1918
+One of the most onerous duties of an officer is writing to the next of kin of his soldiers. Patrick was discovering that it was particularly difficult when he didn’t know the man he was writing about at all. He didn’t like the idea of writing generic plaudits--”He performed his duty admirably under heavy fire. He has earned the respect of all who fought with him. France is grateful.” But he found himself writing exactly these sorts of things.
+Something was poking him in the chest he rubbed the spot and jumped at the sharp pain. When he reached into his tunic pocket he rediscovered the forgotten disc. On the front, carved in relief, was what appeared to be a man on one leg, apparently in combat as he was wielding a sword. On the other side was a bare breasted woman who seemed to be dancing. There were a series of holes at the top through which a short loop of leather cord had been threaded and attached to the cord was a pin. The warmth that had emanated from the thing the night before was gone. It carried only the heat of Patrick’s own body. The medallion seemed to be made of bone or ivory and polished to a high gloss under the grime.
+Patrick rubbed the thing clean with a saliva dampened thumb. When the grime was gone, it seemed to glow in the lamp-lit bunker. Without thinking, Patrick pinned the medallion in his own tunic pocket as Utuburu had then he went to his cot to attempt to sleep for the rest of the day.
+Malveaux was surprised to find himself being awakened by Patrick that evening.
+“Are you ready? Do we patrol tonight?” Patrick asked.
+“No, the 23rd patrols tonight. What has you so eager tonight? Are you sick?”
+“I don’t know. Maybe it’s just the excitement of being at the front again. Regardless of the misery, you have to admit there is a bit of a thrill.”
+“I suppose. Don‘t get too thrilled or you‘ll earn the Croix du bois.”
+Again they made it to the frontline trench in time for the stand to. After Patrick and Malveaux got the men positioned, they sat together sipping some of the de Tours family brandy. They spoke of military matters for a while: the relative merits of the Colt, the Lebel, the Webley, and the Luger; the best amount of time to wait between pulling the pin on and throwing a grenade; which men would handle the stresses of combat the best. Then, uncharacteristically for Patrick, the talk turned to women.
+“What is the best way to get a woman to… ? You know,” Patrick asked.
+“Is this my choirboy speaking? Have the heavens turned inside out, or has Hell released a succubus to tempt you? What can this mean? Will the Messiah return tonight?”
+Some of the men, sensing some fun, came closer to listen.
+“Come on, Malveaux, you know what I’m asking. Don’t make this more difficult for me.”
+“Okay, okay. I can be a father figure when I must. Well, sir, tell me, do you think she likes you? Do you think her knees get weak when she sees you? Does she put her hand to her breast at the mere thought of you? No? Well, I’ll tell you what I would do, though I am no officer. I would take her some flowers. Wait, wrong season. I would take her some wine!”
+“Better still,” chimed in Duval. “Wine loosens the bloomers!”
+“Yes,” continued Malveaux, “now shut up. I am instructing a young man in the ways of love. And in any case, one can tell by looking at you that you are nearly as ignorant as he. Now when you bring her the wine, you should also have a baguette and some good cheese. If you can find any, some apples or pears. With luck she will invite you in to take a meal. If, I say “if”, because you are not so pretty or of so high a rank to make this a certainty, if she lets you in, you must pour her some wine as soon as you may. If she drinks without waiting for you, take your cheese and fruits and go. But, this is where you must pay attention, if she waits for you to drink, you must immediately take her in your arms and kiss her full on the mouth.”
+“This is not too forward, too brazen.”
+The men laughed as quietly as they could, but the thought of an officer having to ask these questions was too delicious.
+“No, a thousand times no. A woman is only interested in a man who is forceful, who will take what he wants. Subtlety is lost on the creatures.
+“Now listen. If she should put her arms around you, you must be sure to take her immediately to the couch or the bed. Whichever is nearer. For practical purposes, it does not matter. In fact, if neither is near, you must throw her on the table.” He stopped as though a thought had just occurred to him. “Make sure you do not knock over the wine, though. If all goes well, you will be thirsty.
+“Then, you should lift her skirts and find what is underneath. There will be a great quantity of under things, but don’t mind them. You can move all of them aside. Then, jump in the saddle! You are there.”
+“Yes. All good advice,” chimed in Clement, “but you have forgotten how much women enjoy cleaning the stem. And also, it makes for another bout of loving all the sooner.”
+“Clement, that is an unexpected stroke of genius coming from you. I thought you nothing but a fool, but apparently, there is a thought rattling around in that large kettle you call a head.”
+Duval, feeling that he must get into the action, said, “And you mustn’t forget, after the stem is clean you must cherchez le fond! No woman will feel that the lovemaking is done if you do not.”
+“Cherchez le fond? Are you sure? That doesn’t sound…”
+“Yes, yes!” said Malveaux. “A woman must be made to feel as though… as though… As though she were full of love. Brimming.”
+“Well, thank you, men. I am surprised by your advice. I had thought that women were demure creatures, shy creatures. But I bow to your superior experience.”
+“Yes, sir. They are only shy in public. Their private natures are very different. I am sure that you won’t even have to tell us how things went. Your face will tell the happy story.”
+With that, Malveaux dispersed the men, and went down the line making sure that everyone was where they should be, and that they were awake.
+Patrick sat in his bolt hole and thought of Maggie doing the things the men had suggested. His erection felt fuller than it ever had. Like a sausage about to burst on the fire. But somehow, the thought of Maggie made his heart fell the same way. He bent over his erection and it poked into the notch in his breastbone as though it were seeking it’s partner in pain.
+Patrick found himself walking toward the German line. There was a flame in his breast, but no sniper, no sentry, no patrol could see him. He looked at his feet and saw that the very earth was catching fire beneath his feet, though it did not burn him. Finally, when he was no more than ten yards from the German line, someone saw him and raised a cry. Bullets flew to the left and the right of him, and ate the ground at his feet, but they could not touch him. For some reason, he stood on one leg and waved his arm and a sheet of flame flew from his hand and many of the Boche burst screaming into flames.
+Patrick woke with a start not realizing where he was. His hand was clutching the medallion in his tunic pocket so hard that the pin had entered his palm and drawn blood. Without quite knowing why, he crawled from his bolt hole and began to climb the trench wall.
+“What are you doing, Patrick,” Malveaux said. “It is not our night to patrol.”
+“I heard something. Let me go.”
+Malveaux dropped his hand and watched Patrick climb over the revetment and disappear. With an exasperated sigh and a muffled curse, he followed.
+Patrick quickly made his way out to no man’s land and shook hands with Fritz. Then he unerringly made his way toward the German line.
+He had never been able to move this quickly, this silently. Before he knew it, he had circled around to the side of a German listening post. The two men were asleep. He dropped into the hole and pulled out his heavy American bayonet and slashed it across the throat of the nearest man, nearly decapitating him. The other man heard something and awoke, but he only stared up at the apparition that soon cut his throat as well.
+Malveaux came up just in time to see Patrick sawing the second man��s head the rest of the way off. He lifted it by the hair and set it facing the German lines with the first man’s head.
+Patrick climbed back out of the hole, grabbed Malveaux’s sleeve and said, “Let’s go.”
+When they got back to their trench, Malveaux just looked at Patrick and shook his head then walked down the line to check on his charges.
+28 Janvier 1918
+Patrick had gone out every night after that and slain one or two Germans, and once he had ambushed a patrol with his knife and a Luger that he had taken from an earlier kill. He had had to wait out an hour of firing and a brief artillery barrage before he could go back to the French line, but when he returned, he brought four more pistols and some ammunition. These were enough to arm all of his men with pistols to go with their carbines and bayonets.
+Malveaux was thankful when they were called back to the rear. Patrick had become a demon of some kind. He seemed not to be able to get enough blood, and the violence with which he drew it. Frightening. Malveaux had begun to worry that they should not have played the joke on him, for what might he do when he realized what they had done?
+For his part, Patrick felt strange wearing the medallion when he got away from the front, but when he drew it out and looked at it, he decided that the other side seemed more appropriate to wear around civilians, so he pinned it to his under tunic with the other side facing outward.
+The first thing he did when he got back to the village was to seek out Maggie at the hospital. She had to work until evening, so he went to buy a bottle of wine, a baguette and whatever fruit and cheese might be found. Then he went back to the barracks for a little nap.
+When he awoke, he could not remember his dreams, but he had soiled his undergarments and his penis was mottled red and white with the scar tissue and the blood of engorgement.
+Cleaned, bathed, and shaved, he presented himself at Maggie’s door promptly at seven. She opened the door before he could knock and greeted him with a beautiful smile.
+“I saw your name in the paper. You are to be awarded the Croix de Guerre! They say you heroically wiped out a German patrol single handed. I am so proud of you.”
+Patrick thought of the battle with the patrol. He had risen among them in the darkness and killed two with the knife in his left hand before they even knew he was there. Then he had shot the other three as their heads were barely turning towards him. He knew he had butchered them. That it had been no battle nor was it heroic. He looked down and studied his feet.
+“Oh, but you have brought wine! And winter apples! Oooh and soft cheese! A feast. Come in, we’ll have a meal together.”
+She gathered up the foodstuffs in her arms and looked over her shoulder at Patrick. One glance at her beautiful neck, gracefully turned to present her lovely face, and he forgot all about the front and followed her inside.
+“I’ll set the table if you’ll open the wine.” She tossed him a corkscrew and Patrick set to work. The cork came out with a satisfying ’pop’ and he poured them each a glass of wine. Maggie looked at him and raised her glass.
+“To my good friend, the hero!”
+Patrick tipped his glass and Maggie drank from hers at the same time. Now what could this mean, he thought? Maybe I should just kiss her gently, rather than forcefully.
+Patrick reached for Maggie and pulled her close. He could see the surprise in her eyes, but he kissed her anyhow. Maggie’s mouth opened to him and she flicked her tongue lightly against his lower lip. Patrick had never felt anything like it. Her tongue tasted slightly of the wine, and he could smell ether from the hospital in her hair.
+They both dropped their glasses of wine and moved towards the daybed. One of Patrick’s hands dropped to her behind and squeezed. Cherchez le fond, he thought, but not yet. When they reached the daybed, he lifted her skirts and started to paw the various undergarments to the side.
+“Wait. No, wait, Patrick,” Maggie said breathlessly. “Let me.”
+Patrick reluctantly pulled his mouth away from Maggie’s as she stood up. He sat back on the couch and watched as Maggie undid the buttons on her dress and dropped it to the floor. Malveaux was right. There were a confusing array of undergarments. But he watched carefully so that he might be able to remove them another time.
+When finally she stood naked before him in a pool of cotton and silk, he asked her to stop and let him see her. At first she tried to cover herself with an arm across her small neat breasts and a hand covering her lower parts, but she looked in Patrick’s eyes and saw that he was awestruck. She slowly lowered her arm from her breasts to expose the delicate tips that rode on a fuller, puffy plum. Then she raised both arms slowly above her head as she spun slowly around. Patrick asked her to stop again as her buttocks came into view. They made him think of fresh baked bread but they looked far, far more delicious than that.
+Maggie resumed her turn and he admired the way her breasts had risen and tightened on her chest, then he looked lower at the delicate wisp of red that rose on a slight rise between her legs. He pulled her toward him and her back arched, and with that movement, her mound seemed even more pronounced. He ran his fingers through the fine and springy hair and watched it pop back erect after his fingers passed. He became aware of a scent rising from between her legs and leaned down to drink it in.
+It reminded him of the sea near the orchard, of apples and sea foam. When he exhaled, his breath blew through the little red forest on the hill and Maggie trembled. So he did it again. This time a small moan escaped her lips and she slightly opened her legs. Patrick rubbed his face on the mound and suddenly, he was supporting Maggie’s full weight. He lowered her to the daybed and continued his examination of this undiscovered country.
+Maggie’s legs were spread widely, so he touched her between the legs. Like an apricot, he thought, I will eat it until the juices run down my face. Tentatively, he touched his tongue to her, to taste her, to open the apricot. The wispy hairs tickled his nose, but he didn’t care. He brushed his hand through them and listened to the sound that made. Like the wind through the dunes.
+He crushed the hairs flat and swiped the flat of his tongue between this lower set of lips he had found and was rewarded with a flower. It resembled a lotus that he had seen at the Botanical Gardens in Detroit, but to him this was more beautiful. He touched the petals, stroked them, and made another discovery. At the top of this flower was another tiny one. Just a bud really, but it seemed to be trying to bloom. He touched it and it moved a little. He touched it again and Maggie moved like the waves of the sea.
+“Again,” she said.
+Patrick was going to do that anyway, but he made her wait. He watched the little bud throb as though it might burst into flower at any moment.
+“Please, please, please,” Maggie chanted.
+He kissed the little bud and twirled it with his tongue and Maggie writhed. He sucked it into his mouth and Maggie’s whole body tensed in an arch and her legs opened yet wider. A loud grunt escaped her, and she grabbed his hair to hold him in place. Patrick couldn’t see what was happening to the flower and the bud, so he reached up to fell what was happening and his finger slid on Maggie’s lubrication and, seemingly on it’s own, disappeared inside of Maggie.
+Maggie’s body spasmed, then arched again and held in the bowed position. She was pulling Patrick’s hair quite hard now, but he barely noticed, because the flower was rhythmically squeezing his finger. Maggie’s breath shuddered out of her, and her body went limp. Patrick pulled his face away and looked at his hand with one finger inside of Maggie. He pulled the finger out and it was shiny with juice, then pushed it back in and Maggie twitched. He began moving his finger back and forth and watched it all. Maggie’s breath was coming quick and shallow, and Patrick realized that he was breathing as though he had just run thorough no man’s land in the rain with a heavy pack.
+In the back of his mind, he heard, “Cherchez le fond!” The way that Maggie was laying with her legs wide open and her hips pumping, he could see it, red and winking at him, shiny with Maggie’s juices. He touched it, and Maggie’s back arched so hard that he thought she might hurt herself, but she grabbed his hand and rubbed it back and forth and around on her most hidden part. Patrick pushed forward a little and his finger slid inside. Maggie seemed to be aiming her genitals at him, so he kissed the tiny, yet swollen, bud again and Maggie started to breathe hard and ragged, with each exhalation she grunted, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
+Then her back arched again and Patrick’s face was flooded with liquid. Maggie pumped once again, and froze. And then Patrick could feel the little bud throbbing against his tongue and the little muscle squeezing his finger in unison.
+When they finally stopped throbbing, Patrick raised his head and looked at Maggie.
+She looked ravaged. All over her head strands of hair had come loose from the bun and were plastered by sweat to her face and neck. Her face was turned to the side and she had what looked almost like a drunken smile on her face. Her arms were raised over her head, and Patrick could see little tufts of red hair in the armpits that he hadn’t noticed before. They too were plastered to her skin by sweat. Patrick leaned over and kissed them then kissed Maggie tenderly on her lips. At first she seemed surprised to find his face so wet, but then she kissed and licked the liquid away.
+“I have never felt anything like that before,” she said. “You were telling me a story about being chaste.”
+“No. And it is still true.”
+“Oh, you can have no doubt that we will take care of that tonight. But you must let me catch my breath.”
+The wine glasses were shattered on the floor where they had dropped them, and Maggie started to get up to get them new glasses, but her legs collapsed and she fell back to the daybed.
+“I think maybe you better get the wine. My legs seem to be made of rubber.”
+Patrick got up and swept up the broken glass, then found two fresh ones in the cupboard. He came back to the daybed where Maggie was still spread wantonly and offered her a glass of wine. She took a sip, then set her glass on the floor.
+“Why don’t you undo those leggings. You’ll be more comfortable.”
+Patrick sat down and unwound his leggings without taking his eyes off of Maggie. The red flush had not yet faded from her chest and thighs and her freckles stood out on her flesh like a star field. He reached out to caress her thigh, but she stopped him.
+“Ah ah ahh. Fetch me an apple won’t you?”
+Patrick went to the table and stood before her with the apple, but she was staring at the bulge in the front of his trousers.
+“It has been a long time since I have seen this,” she said. “I hope it looks better than it did the last time.”
+She reached for his trouser buttons and slowly undid them. Too slowly for Patrick, he pushed her hands away and tore open his trousers and let them fall to the floor. Maggie grabbed his skivvies and pulled them down. Maggie watched him go downward, then rebound back up and vibrate.  
+“Yes,” she said, “it looks much better.”
+Maggie grabbed a hold of it and pulled him down to the day bed by it. Patrick kissed her as she rubbed him up and down her opening. Patrick began to push toward the slick wet feeling, but Maggie held him back with her other hand on his chest.
+“Wait. It’s better if you take it slow,” Maggie cooed.
+Patrick looked down at her breasts and saw that her nipples had drawn together into tight, nubbins that were crinkled around the edges. While they seemed not as pretty as they had when they were smooth, they were infinitely more attractive. In his mouth, he discovered that they tasted like a mild spice cake. When he sucked them he discovered that they got longer and darkened in color, and Maggie started moaning louder and louder.
+Finally, he got impatient waiting for Maggie to let him thrust forward and bit her nipple. Not very hard, but she jumped a little and her legs wrapped tightly around his back and drew him into her.
+Patrick threw his head back and stayed still, buried to the hilt inside Maggie.
+“Oh God, Maggie. It’s…”
+“Shh. Keep going.”
+Patrick started moving with and inside her. Slowly, at first, then quicker and quicker, there bodies making a slapping sound where they met. Maggie had her legs spread as wide as they could go and still he tried to get deeper, but he could see that her legs were in the way. He lifted her legs in front of him and put her knees over his shoulders and then, then he could feel it. He had found the bottom. He stopped and pushed against it with a rocking motion. His tip caressing her deep inside.
+Maggie’s head was thrashing from side to side. “Yes, yes, yes” with each thrust as he came inside of her and Maggie dragged her fingernails down his back.
+Afterwards, they lay nested against each other on the daybed idly toying with each other.
+“Maggie, that was incredible. I can’t believe that I waited so long.”
+“You mean you would have done it with any girl who let you?”
+“No, of course not. Well… I don’t know. Maybe. If I had known it was like that.”
+“Patrick, that isn’t the way to make a girl feel special. Besides, it isn’t always like that.”
+Patrick got up to get the wine bottle, but stopped on the way back to admire Maggie. She had fully released her hair while he had been up, and it spread around her head in a wild mass of red.
+“I must look a mess. With my hair all, I don’t know, like a mare’s nest.”
+“No.” Patrick couldn’t say anymore than that. The words seemed to catch in his throat.
+Maggie looked at him and saw that he was rising again. It would pulse and rise, then lower a little, but with each pulse it was raising itself higher and higher until he was fully erect.
+Maggie licked her lips and said, “Come here.”
+When Patrick moved as though to lay down next to her, she swung her legs to the floor and said, “No. Right here,” and pointed to the floor between her knees.
+Patrick walked close to her and she reached up and cupped his testicles in one hand while with the other she lightly touched him.
+“The texture is so strange. Velvety, then smooth where the scar tissue is. Look. You’re spotted like a pinto pony.”
+He groaned in response.
+Maggie leaned over and kissed the shaft, then she ran her tongue up the length of it. To Patrick, it felt strange. The sensation changed from exquisite to just good as her tongue passed from scar tissue to healthy pink skin. Then his knees almost buckled as she took him in her mouth.
+“Mmmm,” Maggie said, then started moving her head rhythmically up and down. Patrick put his hands on each side of her head and started moving his hips back and forth. Maggie started moaning deep in her throat and the vibrations traveled into Patrick like an earthquake. When Maggie squeezed his testicles, it was all he could take and he exploded in her mouth. Maggie, who had never had such a thing happen before started to choke, but she regained her composure and swallowed quickly.
+Wiping the back of her hand across her mouth she said, “That tastes awful. Please don’t do that again. At least, not without warning me.”
+She took a large drink of wine while Patrick apologized.
+“It’s okay, honey. It just caught me by surprise. Now sit next to me.”
+Patrick collapsed on the couch and Maggie curled up with her head on his shoulder.
+“Maggie, you’re amazing. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.” He caressed her hair. “Could you reach my wine? I don’t think I can move.”
+Maggie stretched across Patrick’s lap to get her wine and her beautiful behind stretched before him. He stopped her from getting back up so he could caress the beautiful white globes. He kneaded them, caressed them and squeezed them, while she began to squirm in his lap. He reached between her legs and touched her lower lips. He raised his hand back to her behind and spread the cheeks. Looking back at him was the prettiest dark-pink piece of flesh he had ever seen.
+He let the cheeks snap closed and then fingered her some more. Then, for no reason that he was aware of he slapped her behind. Maggie gasped and looked at him, but she didn’t say anything. Patrick went back to playing with her wet pussy while he hardened and a pink handprint slowly appeared on her buttock.
+“Do that again.”
+“Did you like it? It felt good?” Patrick asked.
+“I’m not sure, but try it again.”
+Patrick raised his hand and swatted her on the other cheek, and again watched his handprint appear. Now he was sure that Maggie enjoyed it. She was grinding her hips against his fingers so he did it again, really giving her a spanking. Her ass was turning red and giving off a palpable heat.
+Patrick took his wet finger out of her pussy and pushed it against the opening to her hidden hole. Again Maggie pushed backward and his finger slipped in easily past the second knuckle.
+“Wait,” Maggie said. Then got up and went to another room. When she came back, she was carrying a glass jar and unscrewing the lid. “I’d brought this from the hospital for your scars. So they don’t crack in the cold, but I think it might work for what I have in mind.”
+She slathered a generous handful on his penis, then bent over the back of the daybed. Patrick knew what she wanted and walked around behind her. Carefully, he lined up with the red bud and pushed gently forward.
+“Go slow, lover,” Maggie said nervously.
+Patrick reached under her hips to find the little nubbin that brought Maggie so much pleasure and sure enough, he could feel her juices drizzling onto his hand, while her behind opened up to him. Gradually, his manhood disappeared into her until he could go no deeper. He found that his hand was in her hair pulling her head back and to the side so that he could see her face.
+Her expression was one of complete abandon. Her mouth was open and she was panting through it. Her eyes were staring sightlessly at nothing on the wall, and her hair was plastered to her forehead. Patrick started moving slowly back and forth but quicker and quicker until he was doing her as hard as he could.
+When he came, Maggie cried out, “I can feel it! Oh God, I can feel it!”
+Patrick collapse on Maggie’s back, spent, but still inside of her. He could feel that she was rubbing herself frantically until she came and the contractions forced him out.
+They saw each other every night of his leave week. And made plans for when he would return from the front in three weeks--one week at the front and two in reserve, then another week of leave. Maggie made him a cord to hang his talisman around his neck, and for the first time, Patrick thought he might survive the war.
+EPILOG
+4 Fevrier 1918
+Sergeant Malveaux and the men of Patrick’s unit saw him coming toward them with a bounce in his step that was unusual in a man going to the front.
+“Bonjour, gentlemen!” he called out. “Have you ever seen such a beautiful day?”
+“Eh, no. Did you have a good leave?”
+“Yes. Yes I did, and I want to thank you gentlemen for your excellent advice. Things could not have gone better.”
+Dumbfounded, they stared at Patrick’s back as he walked to report to the captain, whistling a jaunty tune."
+301,Talisman Ch. 7: Patricia Maria Ruiz,RisiaSkye,Chain Stories,2002-08-24,2002-08-24,2022-01-08 03:54:33,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/talisman-ch-7-patricia-maria-ruiz,Latina cannery worker learns the power of lust in 1940s L.A.,"['Family Members', 'Grew Louder', 'Hear Voices', 'Jorge', 'Man Loves', 'Patricia', 'Women Made', 'Women Men', 'Women Shared', 'Women Worked']",4.27,"The conveyor belt stopped, and the break in the steady stream of peaches headed toward them allowed the women a chance to straighten up from their hunched positions. Some even took the opportunity to put down the sturdy paring knives they used to skin and prepare the passing fruit, stretching their backs with juice-stained hands placed at the bases of spines, creaking audibly even over the pervasive sound of machinery.
+Before the conveyor problem could be fixed and the belt restarted on its perpetual loop, the lunch whistle sounded, and the women were temporarily given reprieve. The day boss, a fat and unkempt _gringo_ that the women all dreaded, even the white ones, passed through and yelled out to them, “well, are you going or staying? This is no taco stand; get your asses moving.”
+Looking at each other, all of the women shared feelings of animosity. This boss, this man didn’t treat them with respect. He looked at them and he saw wetbacks & dirty Hebes. He saw cheap replaceable labor that could be exploited --worked, used up, and discarded like the constantly breaking conveyor belts-- relentless but faceless work. To him, that’s all they were. If they had known a little more about what went on in his mind, they might have been grateful to be seen in this limited way, rather than occupying the stage of his equally exploitive erotic imagination. A few of them would learn the value of this difference, and would learn it the hard way--by suffering his uninvited intimate attentions.
+The women made their way, en masse, toward the lunchroom. There, they would get the chance to talk to the other crews, the men who worked the canning side of the plant, the family members who worked with other fruits or vegetables, the friends with whom they rode the bus in and out of the canning district outside Los Angeles. The younger women shared stories about their boyfriends, naive and sweet tales of love among the newlyweds and the affianced, romantic stories plucked from the Sunday afternoon nickel shows they spent the week reliving in their minds.
+Patricia Ruiz walked to the lunch space with three of her friends, women who worked the line with her, who had been hired on the same day as she and who all lived in her barrio. She tried to brush peach fuzz from her long skirt, smoothing her hair as she took off the hairnet that unified the preparation line. She wanted to look pretty for her Jorge, who would be waiting for her to arrive. Tonight when they twelve hour work shift ended, they would get their pay. She and Jorge would escape the confines of the six room house they shared with his madre y padre, her tía, and an unmarried brother.
+For a few hours, they would see the city together, dating as they couldn’t have done while courting, when family members chaperoned their time together, protecting them from their urges like the ever-seeing eyes of God. They had been married only months, and were still hungry for each other in the way that teenagers lust for each other in the times before God smiles on their union. Her friends saw her trying to arrange herself and smiled at her; if they were jealous, they did not mention it. Besides, they had their own points of pride.
+The previous week, two of them had been to see _Casablanca_ , and they were afforded the prized spots near the largest fan in order to retell the tale to the women who had missed that week’s show. Telling the love story in all of its tragic beauty, they made Ingrid Bergman a worker like themselves, only different because she was more glamorous, and they loved her. Her sacrifice, her confusion, her difficulty choosing between sexual attraction and the burdens of responsibility, all echoed their own lives in ways they did not mention.
+Even more, though, they loved Humphrey Bogart, the leather-skinned actor who always played workers--sometimes louses, but always men they recognized, men whose hearts were tested on the wheel of oppression, and who came out the other side of their trials with swinging fists, full of machismo and oozing masculine power. They didn’t acknowledge that they found him sexy; there was no need for it to be spoken in order for it to be a truth all could recognize. Patricia’s friend Teresa spoke in her slightly broken English to all who cared to hear as the moving mass of women made its way to a half hour of freedom from the drudging machines. The English was a sign of respect for the Anglo women they worked with--even though they were _gringas_ , many of them were also friends to the Mexican women, and some of them even lived in the same barrios.
+“So, the man, he loves her, but he knows she can’t stay with him. She has to go and be the wife and the mother, and be a good daughter for her family.” The film, of course, said very little about family, but the women knew it was there, the power of la familia was the ruling force of life--that, and the Church.
+Teresa continued. “The woman, she wanted to stay with him. She loves him, she thinks maybe she stay, be good woman for him. But, he good man; he loves her too much to make her _putana_ like that.” The cannery women sighed and groaned in all the right places, punctuating the tale with their own unfulfilled desires, memories of the beautiful men they could not have or who left, died, or were sent back to Mexico, citizenship papers and dreams of a better life in tatters at their feet.
+When they finally split up to find their families and their men, Patricia saw her Jorge, exactly as she’d expected, waiting for her by a small door which led to the outside and into the warm California sunshine. She smiled at him when their eyes met, and as always they drank in each other’s faces in their own ways. She hoped she looked pretty; he tried his best to look strong.
+As Patricia neared her husband, he reached out for her, his hands still stained with grease down in the creases, despite the obvious attempt he’d made to clean them. The machine oil got down in every pore, it seemed, and never washed from you; none of the women ever mentioned it, knowing full well all the names the men were called by the gringos--”greaser” one of the most common, and most stinging, of them. His arms came around her in a warm embrace before dropping to his sides.
+“We should go to talk, yes?” His question was almost whispered, his tender sweetness shown only to her.
+“Yes, Jorge.” She followed him through the door to the grandly named “courtyard,” where they could exchange a few words in relative private. The newly-married Mrs. Ruiz assumed he wanted to talk to her about their date for that night, plan for it as they did every payday at lunch.
+When the door had closed behind them, he pulled her to him, kissing her firmly. His hands came up to her waist, covering all of her lower back as his firm tongue thrust into her mouth. He was full of heat, and unusually passionate for their place of work. Typically, he was a private man, even at home he always waited until he could be certain that everyone was asleep before making love to her, even though the family had given them their own private room since the wedding, knowing that they’d want to start a family. Satisfied with his conquest of her mouth, her warm and receptive response to his invasion, he pulled back.
+   “What is it?” she questioned him, slightly confused--if also excited--by his odd behavior. Patricia was careful not to interrogate him; she had been raised well, and she didn’t wish to undermine her husband’s authority over their time together.
+“There are rumors about the union people coming here. Manny called me over today and told me they’re looking for a few men to help them make the rounds, get people together. I’m going over there tonight, see what’s going on.” Manny was Jorge’s brother, a hard working but young man, the kind most likely to start fights when he’d been drinking or after a bad day. Patricia loved him as she loved all of Jorge’s family, but she wasn’t sure he was always a good influence.
+“Jorge, did you forget?” She was crushed that he would abandon her like this, but she didn’t push hard. From the time she was a young child, her mother had taught her that her role as a woman would often be a painful one, and unfulfilling. She accepted this, and because of it she would accept his breaking of their date. But this was the first time he’d abandoned her like this, left her behind for the concerns of men, and she couldn’t contain her hurt feelings enough to let it pass entirely unnoted.
+“No, Patricia, I didn’t forget about us. This is _for_ us, _m’hija_.” He talked to her as he would to a beloved child, running the diminutive name together like the old-timers did. Usually, it made her feel warm and secure. Today, it irritated her, though she said nothing about it. “I have to do this; you know that things have to change if we’re ever going to make it, if we aren’t going to let the gringos beat us down forever. You want for us to spend our whole lives living with everybody all together, never knowing if our jobs will be there tomorrow? ‘Cause I don’t.”
+His eyes had hardened to her; as she had always seen her mother do when her father grew tense, she responded by softening to him. She was the reed, she had to be the one to bend. Men were stronger, but brittle; they would break if asked to bend. Patricia believed this, and it was confirmed for her constantly, in the relationships she saw all around her, in the lessons Padre Rodriguez taught at mass, in the punishment she received in the Confession booth for her rebellious thoughts. Jorge confirmed it for her again by softening his tone immediately, once she acquiesced to him.
+“Of course not, Jorge. It’s okay; I understand. We’ll go another time.” She knew the factory was very hard for her husband and all the other men; unlike the women, the barrio men needed to be respected by the other men, were unaccustomed to being treated as less. But, she wasn’t sure that the gringos were the problem. Her heart knew it was a problem of power abused, but she did not possess the words to make her proud and fierce Jorge understand this. Her husband apparently could not hear the ambivalence in her voice, the deep division in her heart between duty and desire, sacrifice and sustenance.
+He took her hand again, leading her back inside just as the whistle rang out to sound the end of their break. As usual, the time passed without either of them eating. She hoped he would remember to give her a little money before leaving for the labor meeting; there was little left in the house, and all would need to eat.
+###
+When she arrived home, tía Carmen was waiting for her. “The others are already at Confession; I told them you’d be late, so they went without us. Don’t’ worry, Padre will understand that you have to work.” Some of their neighbors called Carmen a witch, because she still held to some of the old peasant ways. Patricia thought of her as a _curandera_ , a folk healer. She wasn’t evil, of that much Patricia was certain. And, since her own parents hadn’t been able to stay near her, Carmen was her adviser and friend, the woman who looked over her as her own mother might have done if she’d been able.
+“Now, mi hija, you tell me what’s wrong.” As usual, Carmen knew that she was needed, even before Patricia knew it herself.
+“Tía, I don’t know. I’m so confused.” Her mixed feelings about Jorge’s participation in the possible union action, her hurt at his breaking of their date, and even the desire she didn’t know she had--to be with him and take part in the changes the men were trying to create at the plant, all of it came spilling out of her. Carmen listened, nodding and taking it all in, not interrupting. When Patricia started to cry, she held her.
+As the tears started to dry up, she touched her niece’s hand and told her to wait for just a moment. Patricia looked after her retreating form in puzzlement, not knowing what could be coming next. When Carmen returned, she held something closed in her tiny fist, which she immediately thrust toward her troubled family member, the daughter of her heart.
+“You take this now, and you wait to hear an answer to your prayers. Sometimes, God is not only in the Church. Sometimes, the voices of men drown out the voice of God. You listen, mi hija, you listen until you hear the woman-God speak to you.” It seemed like heresy to Patricia, and was deeply unsettling. But as she opened her hand to see what Carmen had placed in it, she saw an ivory pendant on a long piece of leather, felt warmth flowing from the aged carvings, and the warmth brought her a kind of peace. The warm ivory in her hands seemed to speak directly to her heart, stilling her stubborn fears and assuring her that it was no sin to listen to her old aunt.
+“God takes many forms, Patricia.” So entranced was she with the gift, she wasn’t really listening, only staring at its etchings; it seemed to echo with history, as though she could hear its whole past if she only listened closely enough. When she heard her name, she tore her eyes from the pendant and looked at her aunt, who was still speaking. “I would never speak against Padre Rodriguez, and his God is a true one. But, it is not all. God is not man, is not padre, not only. El Dios is all, is man and woman, madre y padre; and the power of God is not just what lies behind a fist, what destroys. It is also the power to bend, to connect, to create. It is balance. What you hold is a talisman, a sacred thing that can teach you of this balance, if you heed what it tells you.”
+Patricia was beginning to understand why some called her aunt a witch. Holding the talisman, though, her aunt’s words rang true. She felt the ivory’s warmth infuse her, and she was suddenly very sorry that Jorge wasn’t there in the little house with her. She missed him powerfully, and wanted to be with him, to share her troubled thoughts, to hope that he would share his mysterious heart with her in return.
+“Thank you, Carmen. Thank you so much. I think I will go lay down; I have so much to think about and I’m very tired.” Her tía understood, and only nodded silently as Patricia gathered herself to leave the room, still clutching the Talisman tightly.
+But when she reached the room she shared with Jorge, she did not rest. She was too warm, edgy and ill at ease. She drew water from the tap down the hall and washed herself in the basin; she changed her clothes, putting on something less formal and more appropriate to the heat she seemed stifled by in her room. Nothing she did seemed to cool her, until she took the Talisman she still clutched in her hand and tied it around her neck. The moment it touched the skin of her throat, she felt calm settle over her.
+The heat she previously suffered seemed to turn pleasant and diffuse itself throughout her body, arousing her in an entirely unfamiliar way. Though there was no music playing, she seemed to feel more than hear a pulsing rhythm; her body swayed to it and she wanted to dance. As she started to move her hips to the staccato beat of the music in her head, she felt beautiful and strong. She lost herself in it, dancing carefree in the small, cramped room. Her hands started on her hips as she felt defiant, but they moved across her body slowly. She drank in the perfume of her own sweat and her hands roamed her body, caressing her caramel skin, removing her clothing as her mind cleared of all thought.
+The Talisman’s magic seduced her; it seemed she could hear voices chanting in rhythm to the dance she performed alone. As her body moved, the voices grew louder, until she could make out words, words crafted for her. _Dance, chica, dance. Vida, amore, vida._ The sounds rattled the bars of her heart’s cage, awoke the sleeping lion of her bodily desires. Her skin grew as moist as her sex, the dance and the small quarters drawing everything from her, bringing it to the surface.
+Patricia was a proper woman, and chaste. From the time of her First Communion, she’d been her parents’ pride and then become a daughter Jorge’s family was proud to accept. She did not flirt or misbehave, she was not carnal or immodest. Before this day, she’d never let herself be freely sexual. Sex was something that belonged to men and to motherhood; it was not for women to love and to want. This day, however, everything was different. As the sweat rolled down her lovely and unselfconsciously nude skin, her fingers explored the swelling peaks of her breasts, teasing them in tempo with her rolling hips and dancing feet.
+The chanting voices melded with the rhythm of her dance and were one, her body longed to meld with her husband’s and be one--to be together as they had never been, with her heart and mind in the moment, there with her body, making her free to enjoy him as he enjoyed her. Thinking of Jorge, she let her fingers wander over the tiny swell of her stomach to the wispy curls of her mound. For the first time in a very long time, she let her finger slide inside the lips, eased by the slickness of her arousal. Her fingertips did not feel the gentle bud of her clit, but the contact buckled her knees with its power.
+Voices grew louder, filled her whole awareness as she stroked herself toward orgasm, still crumpled in a heap on the floor, in the spot she fell when her knees weakened and then gave out. There was nothing to hear but the voices, and no room for any other thought than their sounds and her approaching release. Her whole body seemed to swell and her vision slowly tinted red until the room was washed in this color of sex and blood, life and death. Her orgasm was unlike any feeling she’d ever had--if asked, she wouldn’t have known that she’d never experienced a true climax before. But it was more than that; she felt fully alive, and drunk with unexplainable power. For the first time, she touched the face of Shakti; for the first time, she was aware of her own sexual power, even if only partially. She had glimpsed the power of female sex, and it change her.
+###
+Patricia’s feelings held all night as she waited impatiently for her husband’s return. The talisman lay between her breasts, continuing to warm her smooth skin as she fanned herself cool and dressed again. When dark came, she lit a candle and sat on the floor to think. Jorge was at the meeting because he loved her and wanted a better life; she knew this in her heart. He was a good man, but stubborn, like all the men she knew--it was part of how they defined the idea of manhood.
+Everyone in the cannery wanted to address the unfairness of the labor deal-- the way that anti-European sentiment had crushed the worker’s protection groups during the war, the way that Mexicans were refused promotions and fair pay, the fact that women were made to suffer the unsolicited and sometimes violent attentions of their bosses, the injuries that occurred daily due to bad equipment and lack of light. All of it would have to change if anyone was going to survive the company and its demands. But if real change was going to happen, they’d need more than angry men drunk with stubbornness and the desire to win a fair chance. They would need people who knew how to sacrifice and compromise, and who knew how to come together when times grew desperate; they would need their women. All of the men wouldn’t be able to effect real change, not alone. And if they didn’t know this, she would have to start showing them --the women as well as the men.
+Jorge entered the house very late, after midnight. He was careful to be quiet, sliding along the wall of the living room and avoiding the squeaking boards of the middle, but she heard him anyway. When he entered his bedroom, Patricia was awake and waiting for him. She looked up as he opened the door, peering at him through candlelight, and he was awestruck by the sight of her. Her face shone beautifully, and he thought she’d never been so beautiful as she was then--sitting on the floor in one of his shirts, back against the wall. She could hear this thought as clearly as if he’d spoken it in her ear, and it made her feel like a queen, a benevolent ruler for his heart and body. The light came from a candle placed between her feet; her legs were bent at the knee and the candle cast entrancing shadows between her parted thighs. Once he’d seen them, he couldn’t look away and she felt flush with power as she saw him grow mesmerized.  
+He crossed the small room to her, dropping to his knees to pull her into the circle of his arms. His hands twined in her hair as he kissed her, crushing his mouth to hers as if he would consume her. She heard his heartbeat throb and the pulse grew louder and swelled to a vibration she could feel through her whole body. The chanting voices played at the edge of her hearing as she unbuttoned his work shirt and slipped her hand inside to touch his bare skin.
+He was pulling a twin shirt from her shoulders at the same time, but she didn’t know it. She was infatuated with his masculine scent, her nostrils flared as she drank in the smell of his sweat and the faint tinge of her own naked and dripping sex. Patricia became creature, her reality narrowed to a voice that echoed across millennia to speak to her and set her free. Jorge’s mouth dropped to her shoulder, her naked breast, her stomach. His hands roamed her freely, more so than they ever had before, kneading and squeezing her flesh, wanting to mark her as his, his, his.   She bared her throat by leaning her head far back as he moved back up her body with his mouth. His hand came up and settled at her throat as he licked and sucked at the sensitive ridge of her collarbone. As his hungry mouth came to her throat, he moved to put a hand on her chin, tilting her head further back; when his fingertip brushed her mouth, she opened it and sucked the loose digit feverishly. He growled and his free hand tangled in her swinging hair, pulling gently at her scalp. Jorge lowered her to the floor as he kissed his way down her beautiful length again, licking and sucking caramel sweat from her delicate skin. He stopped to pay tribute to each breast, drawing the chocolate-tinted erect nipple gently between his teeth; when his bride shivered and thrust her body against his eagerly, his passion pushed him to bite down slightly, teasing her along the edge of exquisite feeling.
+Patricia had never wanted anything like she wanted Jorge inside of her. His mouth on her breast was torture of the most delicious kind and the room’s walls disappeared as her vision was filled with red hues and the barely glimpsed faces of chanting worshipers. Their appearance did not frighten or even affect her, she was on the altar and this was a holy act, a consummation of faith. Her body tore away all semblance of thought as Jorge’s questing tongue connected briefly with her aching clit. She thrashed into orgasm, hands reaching down into his hair, pulling his up over her. He didn’t have time to disrobe, only to free his straining cock from the confines of his work clothes.
+On its own, Jorge’s body found its way to hers. His cock strained toward her as he brought his face down to kiss her again; the moment they connected, both shuddered in awakening bliss. It felt like orgasm, but did not end, the moment stretched time and made anything possible. Chanting, “ _vida, amore, vida_ ,” they moved against each other, punctuating their own unheard words with deep kisses. He thrust harder with each passing second, both of them building toward something that remained perpetually just out of reach. She was crazy with the need for completion; her body was certain and there was no need or ability for anything else as she meet his violent passion with her own. They chased each other toward the edge of oblivion and then found it and hung there briefly, testing their will.
+Jorge cried “Vida!” as the power of her body’s spasms pulled him into a swelling, pulsing orgasm that seemed to last minutes. He shivered and reflexively thrust deep into her as his seed flooded her body. Patricia could feel it, the moment that she became pregnant, the moment that was brought to them across time. Her arms clutched him to her as she nearly lost consciousness from the overwhelming sensation and the inarticulable knowledge that filled her as they came together, as her power softened his and made it whole, as together they finally found the power to create something new.
+ _This story, to the extent that it is factually accurate in the portrayal of cannery life and workers’ struggles in 1940's California, owes a debt to Vicky L. Ruiz’s Cannery Women, Cannery Lives, which documents the extensive participation of women in cannery labor and unionization activities._
+All that is right with this tale is due to outstanding editorial assistance, all that is wrong with it is purely my own fault."
+302,Talisman Ch. 8: Ivory,Quint,Chain Stories,2002-08-31,2002-08-31,2022-01-08 03:54:34,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/talisman-ch-8-ivory,A quest for self-discovery and absolution in the early 1970s.,"['Fuck Nigger', 'Fuck Problem', 'Head Disgust', 'Head Knees', 'History Class', 'Ivory Thought', 'Mrs Stanley', 'Nigger Bitch', 'Tall White', 'Woman Beneath']",4.45,"_This story contains strong racial language and situations. There are also elements of NC, BDSM, incest, and romance in here. If any of these bother you, do not read this story. Do not send me flames regarding any of the above themes; you received due warning._
+A special thank-you to all my editors, you guardian angels.
+Her fingers slipped over the smooth, cool bone circle, pausing at each hole, each indentation, the tracing of the strange Indian God. The carving was heavy and soothing in her hand. Eyes focused on the idle but obsessive movement. _Ivory_ , she thought. _Like me. Ivory, like m-_
+""What the fuck you doing here, nigger?""
+Her face snapped up long enough to see the speaker, with the school and the afternoon sun in the background; as soon as the sight registered, she averted her face again. Her breathing quickened in anticipation. No answer.
+Rafe rolled his eyes. ""I asked you a question, bitch. You gonna answer? Or you too stupid? Hey nigger, hey bitch, I'm talking to you!""
+A flash of satisfying humiliation seared her. She reveled in it, craved more of it. This man knew her for what she was; _she_ knew her for what she was. Dirty nigger bitch. The words comforted even as they pierced. Still no answer. Her fingers moved faster on the ancient carving, drawing the pain away from herself, making it tangible. She wished she were rubbing her cunt like this, right now. With a slightly twisted inner smile, she noticed she was rubbing the carving of Shiva, who apparently represented Destruction. _Bet this white boy goes way back with Destruction._
+Laughter at her continued silence echoed as Rafe exchanged a smirk with his gang. He turned to face her again; behind his back, his friends showed that their enjoyment of this game was tinged with more than a little nervousness. Why was she letting him talk to her like this? Was she setting them up now to call her brothers on them later for harassment?
+Rafe understood their concerns, but didn't give a shit. This bitch needed to be put in her place. The fact that she was one of the only _Negroes_ still willing to accept her role as inferior was odd but sweet. He had to force smiles for the preachers and the politicians, but damned if he was going to let _her_ go without tasting his disgust. She was still standing there, head bowed submissively but body strangely straight, as if she were totally unconscious of it. Rafe leered at her, an easy task, considering that his eyes were at a level with her breasts. He loathed her, this primitive, stupid Amazon with a body he'd kill to drive his dick into. His eyes burned with lust and hatred at her jutting breasts, her downcast eyes, the knowledge that he could do whatever he wanted with her body. In a sudden rush of heat, _want_ was all he felt, an inferno of boiling desire centered in his balls. The more he stared at her, the more he wanted to hurt her.
+Suddenly, the feeling was gone. His smirk disappearing with his erection, Rafe jerked his head and stalked off towards the school. The gang trailed behind in silent confusion. One boy looked over his shoulder, with an unshakeable thought that this silent girl was the cause of their sudden exit. He shrugged uncomfortably and strode off with the rest.
+She was barely aware of their absence, just as she had barely noticed their presence. Rafe's words, however, reverberated in her mind as she made her way to her house. Every step only served to build the desire glowing fresh from the encounter. Home came all-too-quickly.
+She let the front door slam behind her. Immediately her mother called from the living room. ""Ivory, remember we're going over to the Willis's tonight; don't fall asleep and wake up with your hair needing hours of fixing!""
+Ivory sighed, calling, ""Mom, Ric-my head got shaved last month, remember? There's not enough hair to be fixed!"" _The only non-Black-Powered girl in the whole state, and I'm the one with the fro. Irony isn't a strong enough word sometimes._
+Before she could take another step, her stepfather Rick stopped her. ""Don't you be taking that tone with your mother, you hear?""
+""Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."" She brushed past him, into the haven of her bedroom.
+The exchanges forgotten instantly, Ivory locked the door behind herself and collapsed on the bed. Letting her eyes get used to the dark, she unzipped her pants. One hand snuck down past her waist, past the crotch of the jeans, and underneath her panties. The other hand reached blindly above her head to her pillow and beneath, retrieving a picture of a tall white man, smiling for the photo--or the photographer. Her mother had cried when she'd lost it; she didn't know that Ivory had seen the tears, nor that she was the cause for them.
+Eyes fixed avidly on the picture, Ivory began stroking her already-slick outer lips. _Such a slut._ Fingers danced lightly, paused to tug and tease, and continued their slow descent. Her eyes focused on his fair skin; her fingers abandoned teasing and vibrated quickly over her clit. She hissed in pleasure. Now she added Rafe to her thoughts: his taunting, male whiteness, his obvious loathing of her. _Nigger bitch._ Breath came in sharp gasps. _Dirty black whore, you know it's true. Worthless nigger cunt._ Her fingers moved faster, driving the pain deep, deep down within where it turned into pleasure. Ivory bit her lip to keep from moaning, eyes locked on the white man's face. The ecstasy was building hard and she had no wish to prolong it. She pictured the disgust on Rafe's face when he looked at her; the disgust, and the desire. _He'd fuck a nigger like me and he'd hate me too. Fuck...hate...ahhh God..._
+Unable to keep the moans back any longer, she succumbed to her orgasm. Her body convulsed, clamping her fingers within the folds of her cunt, _my black cunt,_ cresting an immense wave of pleasure over and over again. Finally, her arched back relaxed and her breathing slowed.
+Her eyes never left the picture.
+That evening, clothes adjusted and shorn cap of curls concealed as always by a bright scarf, Ivory joined her family and their neighbors for the barbeque. Her thoughts moved restlessly through the preliminary greetings and small talk, and as soon as courtesy permitted she moved to a secluded area. Southern climate saturated the air with mosquito-laden humidity, and Ivory's long- sleeved blouse, despite the airy fabric, was stifling. A ray of sun pierced the collecting cloud of insects and glared off something into her eyes. Looking down, she saw that the chain of her necklace caught the light at just the precise angle necessary to blind her. Ivory pulled the pendant up with the intention of tucking it into her shirt, but paused to reflect on the odd carving. In her world history class, they'd covered Hinduism mere weeks before she found the charm, so she knew all about the God Shiva and his consort/other half Shakti. Destruction and Nurturing. _Talk about a love-hate relationship._ Holding the chain out from her body, she let the talisman spin. A swirl of destruction was all she caught from one side of the disc, then a glimpse of motherly healing on the other side, then Shiva's dance of destruction again. It ended on Shakti. Amused, she began to tuck it into her shirt.
+""You, uh, saving this seat?""
+Ivory jumped with an undignified squawk and tilted her head up into the sun to see her assailer. Recognizing both the futility of her action and the speaker's voice, she lowered her head again. ""Hey, Gene. Go ahead.""
+Gene sank to the ground beneath the tree, self-consciously pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He opened his mouth to speak again, but closed it without a sound. Small talk was impossible, under some mysterious pressure he couldn't identify but chalked up to late-adolescent nerves. Finally, he resorted to their common ground. ""So, how you think you did on that Geometry/Trig quiz?""
+Still moving to slide the pendant down her shirt, Ivory started to answer but caught sight of her hand, silhouetted and dark in the fading sunlight. Suddenly ashamed and afraid, she dropped her hands, clenching them behind her back, and answered Gene with a curt, ""I did okay.""
+Her terse, icy response made Gene blink. The awkwardness returned. After a minute he was fully prepared to make a feeble excuse and return to his family, but a dying beam of sun caught the gold of Ivory's pendant and for some inexplicable reason he felt the urge to remain next to this taciturn girl. A sudden surge of courage, which he had given up as lost long ago, prompted him to speak. ""I hear you were thinking about entering that essay contest in Mrs. Stanley's history class.""
+He'd heard no such thing, but the sudden flash of surprise and delight on Ivory's face confirmed the wild guess. It also took his breath away. Encouraged, he continued. ""You should, you know. I mean, you remember that last paper you wrote, on Alexander the Great? She read it to our class. I couldn't have written anything like that. Did you learn all that from her?""
+Ivory shook her head eagerly. ""No, I always read the list of recommended books at the end of each chapter. They give more perspective to a history book written by a biased company.""
+""What do you mean, biased?""
+""Probably not what you're thinking, exactly. It's just that there are certain factual requirements we have to have in our books, and that leaves a lot unsaid. Plus, think about it. The majority of publishers are white, fairly well-off men. You think they gonna put the same emphasis on the tens of centuries Africa was only peopled by tribes as they are the couple of centuries Africa was 'civilized' by the Europeans? We miss so much of the story.""
+To hide his consternation at not having realized the truth of what she said before, not to mention his growing infatuation with her passion, Gene picked up the conversation as soon as she'd finished speaking. ""I guess I haven't ever really thought about that. I like history, but I just don't really see much of a need for it."" Seeing immediate dissent breaking across her face, he hastened to add, ""I mean, in my particular field. I guess if you want to go into politics or something, it's cool to know where you came from and all.""
+""What do you want to do?""
+He was shy suddenly, not expecting her to show any interest in him. ""I'm, um, gonna be a doctor.""
+""And you don't think history is important?"" She was actually teasing him!
+Gene blurted, ""No, it isn't that! It's just...I live every day, and every day there is a chance to make a difference. To fix the broken. I got nothing but respect for those that went before and everything, but I need to focus on my life and how I can use it for now and the future. That's all.""
+Her smile was warm and understanding, and he wondered how he could have ever thought her distant. Grinning a little foolishly in response, he asked, ""So what is it about history that you like so much?""
+ _It's not my life, that's what._ Out loud, Ivory said, ""I love the people. I love reading about what made them great. Sometimes I pretend I were a Roman soldier, fighting at Hadrian's Wall, or a lady in Elizabethan England, or-but you're laughing at me now.""
+Shaking his head, Gene explained his smile. ""When you said that, about what made people great-I just thought of a couple years ago. Me and my dad marched in a protest. I knew what was going on, of course, and I kept having the thought, 'I'm making a difference today. What I am doing matters.' Even though we were two people out of hundreds, and this was one protest out of so many more, I knew that I was greater because of it. You don't gotta be a soldier to win battles. You just gotta live.""
+""Huh."" Ivory sat, staring in fascination at him. _He's a good man._
+On another of those inexplicably courageous impulses, Gene asked, ""You want to go out for a burger tomorrow night?""
+""Sure,"" she replied almost instinctively, every fiber of her being in screaming conflict. _What the fuck you thinking? I just wanna have fun, he's a nice guy, yeah he is but you're a worthless slut! You wanna make him as fucked up as you? You wanna ruin his life too?_
+He picked up on her distraction, and tried to break her out of it. ""So, you like thinking about times you wish you lived in. What about in your own life? Any times you'd like to go back and relive?""
+It was the wrong thing to ask, he knew belatedly. Her face closed, losing the fire and life that she'd displayed minutes before. What he did not, could not know were her thoughts.
+ _Swing. ""Dirty fucking whore! I ever catch you-"" Swing. A black man raising his left hand above his head; a black woman beneath, sobbing. Swing. Please no please no please don't hurt her don't don't don't hurt her hurt me my fault me not her please no. Swing. The blow landed._
+""Ivory?"" She opened her eyes to see Gene's alarmed ones. ""You okay? You scared me!""
+She stood unsteadily, dropping her eyes and hugging her arms to her waist. ""Yeah, uh, I gotta go. Catch you later."" Stumbling past him and her family, ignoring the questions, she managed to get home and into her bedroom before she started shaking. _You knew this would happen. It happened before. Fucked it all up then; fuckin' it up now._ Somehow she blanked her mind of the accusations, of the memories. Surrender smothered her in small chokes until finally she was calm.
+Her family returned soon afterwards, and the first thing her stepfather did was storm into Ivory's room. ""What the fuck you think you doing, running off like that? You got no respect, you stupid bitch, that's your problem. Look at me, goddamn you! You think you can do whatever you feel like? Selfish slut. Gonna end up like your worthless bitch of a mother."" He paused, more to catch his breath than gauge her reaction, but he couldn't help but notice that her eyes, focused on him as they were, were totally empty. As if he weren't there. Rick shook his head in disgust. ""Just stupid, that's what you are.""
+After he left, Ivory lay in bed, her mind screaming in silence. Eventually a restless sleep took her; her dreams, like the rest of her life, were in black and white.
+* * * * *
+""Ivory, go grab my bag, would you?""
+""Yes ma'am,"" she replied, going to the back of the house. She pushed open the swinging door of her mom's bedroom, searched until she found the small leather pocketbook, and brought it out. Her mother snatched it from her, adjusting her hat in front of the hall mirror.
+Rick was lounging on the living room sofa, one foot bouncing impatiently. He stood when Ivory entered the room. ""What the hell you wearing? Who bought you that shirt?""
+""Mama did, sir.""
+He strode over, circling her slowly. ""Figures. And where you think you're going wearing that?""
+""Going for a burger with Gene, sir.""
+His laughter was contemptuous. ""Jes' what I expected...gonna end up a whore jes' like your mama."" He paused for a moment, shaking his head in disgust. ""I shoulda burned all your clothes when I shaved your head. You think you're so goddamn good-looking. Vanity gets you pregnant, girl. You get a bun in the oven, you jes' walk out that door and don't come back, hear me? I shouldn't be paying for your worthless life, and I sure as hell won't pay for your nigger baby's!""
+""Yes, sir.""
+""Good."" He lost interest at her passivity and went back to his couch, only to feel at his pockets and swear. ""Hand me that wallet there behind you.""
+Ivory brought it to him, handing it down to him and remembering a second too late that he was left-handed. He reached out and grabbed the wallet angrily, hating to be reminded of his difference. ""Get the fuck out of here. I can't stand to see your ugly face.""
+""Yes, sir."" She turned to go, the familiar pain almost soothing, but her mother caught her with a hand to her arm.
+""We'll be back from dinner in a couple hours and I don't want you still out when we come back, okay?"" Without waiting for a response, her mother nodded to Rick and the two left, almost running into Gene on their front porch. They exchanged curt greetings and left him standing there.
+Turning from their abrupt departure, Gene gave her a sheepish grin. ""Hey, Ivory. I like your shirt.""
+For some reason, that intensified her suppressed pain from the past few minutes and Ivory had to force a mask of cool composure to keep from breaking down. ""Thanks. I'm ready to go, if you are.""
+He shyly took her arm as she walked down the front steps, savoring the softness of her arm for the moments he was brave enough to maintain his hold. The short walk down Main Street was almost silent.
+Unable to stand it, Gene ventured, ""I was afraid you'd change your mind.""
+""I'm here, ain't I?"" Ivory replied quietly.
+Stepping away from her for a moment, Gene stared, bemused. The sky was bleak and unwelcoming this evening; drizzle hung expectantly in the air. Ivory, in her orange and gold blouse, was a flame against the ashen sky. She was too enrapt in her own thoughts to be aware of his scrutiny or his bewilderment. Finally he shook his head, adjusted his glasses, and continued to walk in silence.
+Ivory genuinely had no idea why she was here, why she hadn't made a poor excuse after the barbeque, except that in class today Gene had made eye contact with her and smiled. Flustered, she'd smiled back. The image of a tall white man flashed across her mind-it was the only other instance she could think of where a man had smiled so warmly and intimately. The longing that instantly coursed through her at the thought of him was decisive: she would keep her word to Gene. It was just a burger.
+At this time on a Saturday night, the burger place was full of their classmates, excited about their imminent graduation. Gene shouldered his way to a pair of stools, apologizing to everyone he bumped, and made sure that Ivory was seated comfortably before excusing himself and retreating to the bathroom. Ivory was a contrast of cool unconcern in the middle of the room. She sat, idly toying with her carved pendant; her thoughts were not of this room or these people; theirs were not of her. With one exception.
+Rafe sat in a corner of the room, his eyes smoldering as he stared at her. Lust beyond even his late-teen norm pulsed deep in his balls. He loved the way she kept her eyes down, like the slave she should have been. He loved her shame. He hated her with a passion equal only to his desire.
+Gene's return was heralded by a shout and a burst of laughter. Seconds later, he slid into his seat, face even darker than usual with embarrassment and dripping with the remains of a soda. He peeked up at Ivory and grinned that slightly foolish but strangely endearing smile he'd given her before. ""Kind of lost my balance there.""
+She reached forward and patted his face with a napkin, unable to restrain her answering grin. ""Yeah, happens to me too sometimes.""
+""Curse of being over six feet, I guess."" He blushed even more under her attention but allowed her to finish drying his cheeks. Looking down, he saw that one of the two drinks he had brought back was mostly still there and slid it across the table to her with a straw. _At least,_ he reflected, _this should start us off with a light mood._
+It did. Conversation came easily and laughter often. For once both could relax and be young and normal. As Gene became more comfortable, he boldly reached out and caught one of her hands in his, holding it gently. Ivory dropped her eyes, a small smile playing about her lips. Her other hand slipped up to the pendant around her neck absentmindedly.  
+As intently as Gene was watching her, he caught the motion right away. ""You were wearing that last night, too. Can I see it?""
+She slid the chain over her head, wincing as it caught a few small hairs, and handed it to him. Cradling it carefully in his free hand, he turned it from one side to the other, fascinated. ""This is cool! Where'd you find it?"" As he spoke he handed it back to her and she drew it back down over her head.
+""Garage sale, actually. It was weird. The old lady just looked at me and slid this out, almost like it was mine and I'd left it there or something. You remember reading about India and their religions in Mrs. Stanley's?"" At his nod, she continued, ""So I knew all about it-well, anyway, I knew who these guys carved on it were. Don't know what the hell it does, if anything. I just liked the way it looked on, plus, you know, it's ivory. Like me. And it makes me feel kind of sexy."" She paused in astonishment. _Where the hell did that come from? Have I ever felt sexy?_ Even as she thought it, Gene was laughing but not cruelly, so she joined in.
+""Can't say I relate to that particular feeling,"" he said wryly.
+""Why, you never done it?"" Again she halted in confusion. _Have I ever even talked about sex before? I know I've never talked about it playfully like this!_
+Gene hesitated, the smile getting a little more self-conscious. ""Um, well, I've been kind of saving myself...for the first person who'll ask me.""
+Ivory burst into laughter, surprised and delighted. Reassured by the warmth in her eyes, he relaxed and his grip on her hand tightened. ""So, how about you? Has that charm ever made you feel so sexy that you did something about it?"" His eyes left no doubt of his meaning.
+Her laughter caught in her throat. Sex and Gene. The thought was wonderful-and then suddenly terrifying in the memories.
+ _Swing. Screams and sobs for mercy almost drowning out the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Swing. She could almost see, could catch glimpses of the people in the room, the man above, the woman beneath. Swing. The man was cursing now, yelling stupidfuckingwhorenigger. Swing. As a small hand pushed the door opened again, she saw the man turn towards her, but horrifyingly, appallingly, it was Gene and the woman beneath him was herself. He smiled and said, ""It's your fault, Ivory.""_ She screamed.
+The restaurant fell silent, all heads swiveling curiously in her direction. Trembling, she stood, seeing nothing around her. ""Sorry, Gene...thanks for the drink..."" She pushed her way through the crowd and ran out the door into the darkness. In the confusion that followed, Gene, rushing to his feet in pursuit, slipped on spilled soda and crashed onto the floor amidst laughter. As he dropped his head miserably, he missed the sight of one man who did manage to get through the mob and out the door.
+Gasping for air, Ivory stopped running, hands on her knees as she tried to regroup. _Stupid stupid stupid! You knew this would happen, but you had to pretend you weren't a fucked up little whore, because it was fun. Was that fun? Knowing what it would be like? He'd beat you too, don't forget it, because you deserve it. You deserve it. You-_ Suddenly she was aware of another presence behind her. The alley was narrow and dark. Fear shot through her like lightning and she clutched at her pendant.
+Laughter rang out, low and scornful, and suddenly she was almost relieved. Here was the perfect outlet, the perfect punishment. Strutting into the dim light the streetlamp cast on this alley, Rafe said, ""Got a problem, nigger? Got something fucking with your mind?"" He came closer and she said nothing, somehow knowing that her submission was the ultimate in arousal for him, knowing that he wanted to conquer her. Knowing that she needed him to conquer her.
+Approaching, he reached a hand up to her face-and she could tell how he hated being so much shorter than her, how it fueled his angry cruel fire-and stroked her cheek. And then he sharply slapped her. Crying out, she fell to her knees. He brutally wrenched her head backwards and up to face him. ""Think to make it even, I'll fuck with your body, too.""
+She whimpered and closed her eyes, unconsciously rocking her groin against her foot. The next slap caught her off-guard as well. This time he caught her by her blouse before she fell again. ""I like your shirt,"" he smirked, and ripped the bright fabric all the way down the middle. Staring greedily at her breasts yet not seeing the talisman between them, Rafe reached out and twisted both her nipples hard, watching the agony break across her face, the pleas forming on her mouth. He was so hard he thought he'd rip a hole in his pants. He greedily drank in her pain, her humiliation, her acceptance, until his need was unbearable. Growling insanely, he unzipped what clothes he could, tore the rest, and was inside her in seconds.
+ _God, she's so wet. ._ He felt her hymen break, heard her yelp in pain, and laughed cruelly. Then all he could think of was fucking this tight cunt as fast as possible. Rafe put his hand on her throat, holding her down as his cock pounded into her viciously. She was sobbing and twisting beneath him, arms flailing at his back. It took him a moment to realize that the moans coming from her were ""more, more, please don't stop, please fuck me harder goddammit, yes, just like that, you fucking white bastard."" Furious, he renewed his assault, thrusting his cock into her as hard as he could, trying to punish her with each stroke. His grip on her neck tightened.
+Ivory was delirious in the most exquisite agony of her life. Every stroke stretched and tortured her, and sent her flying. She choked for air, but every bit of it she got was expelled as a scream or a whimper. Tears of ecstasy streamed down her cheeks. All she could feel was the cock, the white cock penetrating her, impaling her over and over again, driving deeply into her greedy cunt. Images of violence flashed across her mind. She fed off of them. She wanted it all, all the pain and the degradation, and she was getting it all. She wanted to die. She felt so alive.
+Without missing a stroke, Rafe grabbed her legs and pulled them over his shoulders, plunging as deeply as possible into her. He stared hungrily at the torture on her face. _Yes, fuck the bitch, fuck her hard, just like she needs, like she deserves._ The physical gratification, incredible as it was, was secondary to the satisfaction of punishing this nigger for every insult, every blow to his pride, every minute of respect he'd had to give _them._ Snarling, he grabbed her shoulders with both hands and started pistoning his cock in and out quickly, roughly. So caught up in his own pleasure was he, he barely noticed her writhing beneath him, or the increased pitch and intensity of her moans. He did notice, however, when she stiffened and shrieked, ""Daddy!""
+As if by magic, his desire was gone. His erection withered pathetically mid- thrust and fell out, and he stumbled to his feet, eyes wide and panicked. ""I ain't your fucking daddy, bitch! What the fuck is your problem?"" Not even bothering to zip up his pants, he stumbled off into the night.
+ _What the fuck IS your problem?_ Trembling, Ivory curled up into a ball inside the ruins of her blouse, shock broad across her face. The night, the memories, everything she'd tried to drown in brutal fucking-it all came back in a flood. Perhaps she was weakened from the sex or the orgasm; perhaps she was just tired of running. But this time, she let all the memories come.
+ _Swing._ It was as if Ivory were watching the scene from a few feet away. She saw the smaller her, no more than six, sitting outside her parents' door, pushing it lightly so it swung open and shut. _Swing._ Child-Ivory cringed but was unable to look away as her stepfather backhanded her mother. _Swing._ As the door swung closed, the screams and curses described the scene inside just as vividly as the sight. _Swing._ More blows, more hatred. Child-Ivory absorbed it all. _Why? Why did he do that?_ For once, Ivory thought about it. _He was like this when they were dating, too. He's always been like this. It wasn't just us-it wasn't just me. It wasn't me. His fault, not mine._ The knowledge came sudden and strong with truth. She wept with the release of it. _Not my fault._
+But that wasn't all. There was something deeper, something more precious and hidden.
+The tall white man. The man in the photo. _My-my daddy._ Ivory let out a sob and buried her head in her knees. _Why'd he leave us? Why'd he leave my mama? I just wanted a daddy, that's all. I wouldn't have been a bad daughter. I wouldn't have disappointed him. Why'd he go?_
+She didn't realize she'd spoken that last aloud until a haggard voice replied, ""He looked like he had other things on his mind.""
+Gasping in shock, she raised her head from her knees, peering outside the dim light until Gene stepped into it. His face was drawn and pained and he took cautious steps to her, unsure of how much company she wanted right now. However, when he reached her side and saw how much effort it was taking her to not break down, he instantly dropped to his knees and took her in his arms. Her face crumbled and she began to cry, clinging desperately to him. He cradled her until her sobs had subsided. She sniffled and tried to look away, but he held her chin firmly in his hands, forcing her to look in his eyes. She saw what he wanted her to: love, never condemnation. For once she believed it.
+Hesitantly, she began to speak. ""You probably heard I'm half-white. My daddy...he and Mama were gonna get married. But she got pregnant first, and when he heard that he took off. I never knew why. Why someone could love a woman but not her child. I guess I kind of took it personal. Thought he couldn't love a half-black baby. And I seen too much of black people hating. My-my step-dad, Rick. He beats on Mama. I thought I had to be responsible for that, too. Like, she'd still be with my Daddy if it hadn't been for me and she wouldn't keep getting hit.""
+He stroked her forehead and hair softly, giving her nothing but acceptance. ""What do you think now?""
+She paused, wiping her nose, before giving a small shrug. ""I think some people were just born bad. That what they do is their fault.""
+""You think you're one of those people?""
+A moment of consideration; she shook her head. ""No. I think I've done some pretty stupid things but Daddy leaving wasn't my fault. He was just one of those men that can't stick around. Rick beating on my Mama wasn't my fault either and never has been. She lets him do it and she doesn't have to. Rafe-"" She paused fearfully, but he smiled at her, reassuring, albeit a little uncomfortable.
+""I saw most of it. You, um, sounded like you didn't want anyone to step in, so I just stayed behind those crates to make sure he didn't really hurt you. It's-it's okay. You did what you felt you wanted to.""
+""'What I needed to,' was how I thought of it. I needed to atone. That was my fault. I guess...I wanted to prove to a white man that I'm something. 'Hey Daddy, look at me now,' or some shit like that."" She laughed a little hysterically. ""Didn't go about that the right way, I guess."" Her laughter died down as she looked into Gene's face. ""Oh, Gene, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't've done that. You didn't deserve to be hurt like that.""
+His hands tensed momentarily. ""You kidding? Baby, the first thing I thought of was your safety. I had no idea at first if you wanted this or not-you didn't exactly leave the restaurant in mental stability, you know. I'm just glad you're not hurt or...or pregnant. From what I saw, that was a pretty classic case of coitus interruptus."" They laughed at that.
+Sobering, she focused her eyes on his, brow furrowed quizzically. ""You are a very good man, Gene Willis. I don't really know how to take that.""
+Lowering his eyes shyly, Gene caught a flash of lamplight on her pendant, and heard his own voice saying, ""Take it like this."" He bent down and kissed her. It healed, not chaste but tender; it lingered, not bland but unhurried. They kissed in the soft shadows, foreheads touching, hands clasped. In the darkness, there was no color. In the darkness, there was only a man and a woman kissing.
+* * * * *
+""Took you long enough to get down here, girl! Gonna make us all late for church! And where the hell were you last night? Your mama and me came home two hours after we left and you weren't here. You out convincing some white boy to give you a worthless little half-nigger baby too? Where you think you're going? You owe me some answers, girl!""
+Ivory paused at the door, turned, and looked Rick straight in the face. ""I owe you nothing, least of all my life. Which, by the way, is worth a hell of a lot more than yours will ever be. I'm leaving. If Mama has any sense you haven't beaten out of her, she'll do the same."" She stepped outside and quietly closed the door behind her. Enraged yells echoed inside the house; she ignored them without a thought.
+Gene answered the door. Surprise turned to joy instantly. ""Hey! C'mon in. What's up?""
+Turning to face him as he shut the door, she said, ""I've left them. Will you come with me?""
+Silence. They had talked about this last night; they knew their prospects remained the same. Both had received scholarships and had enough money from jobs stored away to get a small place and still attend college. The only problem was Gene's family, who he loved and didn't want to abandon.
+He broke the stillness with a smile and a gesture to continue into the house. ""Well, my parents aren't home right now. They should be back from church in about an hour and a half. I didn't get to say much to them last night but, um, they want to get to know you.""
+Ivory rolled her eyes, walking past him into their living room. ""You must've said something pretty important, then.""
+His voice was completely serious. ""I told them I found the girl I'm going to marry.""
+Turning incredulously to face him, Ivory was speechless. A second passed and she hurtled into Gene's arms, embracing him tightly. They kissed again, although the night before they'd thought, giggling, that surely they'd used up the world's supply of kisses. This kiss, like last night's kisses, started off light, exploring. They learned again the taste of love, and found it sweet. Each kiss, smiling lips and welcoming tongue, grew progressively deeper and more urgent, until the need they'd tacitly subdued last night finally emerged. Ivory pulled away first, gasping for air, face flushed and bright. ""Gene..."" His finger came up to rest on her lips, silencing.
+""Ivory, may I make love with you?"" His eyes were dark with passion, his voice steady beyond his years.
+Her answer came as a radiant smile. Taking his hand, she led them both to his bedroom. As they walked, she reached for her pendant out of habit, but then remembered she'd left it on her bedside table, in a house she'd never return to. Uncertainty passed through her, but then Gene stopped and faced her and nothing else mattered.
+Solemnly, he undid her scarf, letting the smooth fabric brush her cheek as he drew it away from her head. She shut her eyes tightly when he pulled her blouse over her head and followed its trip to the floor with her bra. A moment of self-consciousness was all he allowed her before turning her face back up to his. Pure desire she read there, and she let him see the same in her.
+Never breaking eye contact, Gene knelt before her, unzipped her jeans, and slid them along with her panties down her legs. He trailed every inch of descent with a kiss until eventually the clothes were on the ground and he was kissing her feet softly, lovingly. Her breath caught in her throat and a tear fell on his upturned face. She reached down and ran her fingers through his tight curls, holding his head lovingly, and then drew him back up to her.
+Standing, Gene cupped her face in his hands. ""You'd better get used to being worshiped, Ivory, because I intend to do it the rest of my life.""
+In reply, Ivory smiled through her tears, reached her arms around his neck, and kissed him. _This is what I deserve._  "
+303,The Babysitter,snaillover69,Chain Stories,2011-11-21,2014-12-01,2022-01-08 03:54:35,4,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-babysitter-32,1. What happens after we go out. 2. Getting caught. 3. Her first oral lesson. 4. Becky experiences her first real cock.,"['Caught', 'Dildos', 'Vibrators']",4.25,"My wife and I had suspected that the babysitter might be sneaking into our room to plesure herself, so we set up a way to find out. My wife called Becky, and asked if she could watch the baby tonight, Becky said no problem and was at our front door in no time. My wife Sue, explained that she was going to meet me after I got out of work and we would be home around 11:30.
+I was actually hiding upstairs in our closet, with a perfect view of our bed. After I heard my wife leave I waited, it didn't take long. About 5 minutes, just enough time for a quick check on the baby. In walked Becky, she knew right where to go, the box by the bed, the Toybox, as we call it.
+Becky is very young, but she has a great little body, very perky tits, I would guess 34B, and a sweet ass, about 5'2"", just a little baby fat. She has short blonde hair, blue eyes. I knew I was going to enjoy this.
+She picked out a 6"" vibrator, with nubbies all over it, she turned it on to make sure it had good batteries, it hummed really good, so she turned it off and placed it on the bed. Becky reached for the top button of her blouse, one by one she unbuttoned until she could peel off her top. She then reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her nipples were already hard, and how I wanted to suck and lick her nipples, but I had to wait, it would be worth the wait. She undid her jeans, pulled the off, and off with the panties. I often wondered if she shaved her bush, bald indeed.
+She laid down on our bed and started to fondle her perfect little tits, she took a nipple between her fingers and pulled on it, and let out the slightest moan. She ran her hand down her stomach until she reached her pussy, she parted her legs and stroked a single finger up and down gently, just to get herself warmed up.
+She reached for the vibrator and turned it on low, and touched it to her nipples first, but she wanted more, so she opened her mouth and sucked in the vibrator to get it wet, and brought it down to her waiting pussy. Once again she ran it up and down her pussy lips, still humming slowly. Soon enough though she needed more, so she parted her legs wider, and slowly insirted the vibrator. She started moving it in and out, leaving it in longer each time. She turned up the speed on the vibrator,the humming getting a bit louder, along with her moaning. My cock was rock hard, but I had to keep quiet, and let her continue with her show.
+I was surprised when she pulled the vibrator all the way out, I was expecting her to bring herself to a nice orgasm, but she was just getting started. She reached down next to the bed, into the Toybox,wow, she was brave, she pulled up the 12 inch long, and about 1 1/2 inch thick dildo, I couldn't believe it, my wife has a hard time with that.
+She grabbed some lube, and smeared it all over the big cock head of the dildo. She spread her legs wider, I had a perfect front row seat. She placed the big cockhead at the entrance to her wet pussy and slowly pushed about 3 inches in. Her cuntlips were stretched apart, slowly she pulled about 2 inches out and than slid in deeper. I couldn't believe this small young hot babe was actually taking more of this big dildo than my wife can, it was amazing. Each time she pulled out the dildo, you could see Becky's cuntjuices all over the big fake cock, and her moaning was getting really loud. I sat and watched in disbelief, 8 inches, 10 inches, she had the whole fucking cock inside, all the way in. She kept on moving it back and forth, until she started bucking up and down on the bed, her cunt was gushing with her sweet juices.
+I heard the clock chime, she had been fucking that dildo for an hour. She lay quiet for a while, comming back down to earth. She got up and gather the vibrator and dildo and headed into our bathroom. I heard the shower turn on and knew she was cleaning up. I very quietly snuck out, without her knowing I was even there.
+
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+304,TMA,TE999,Chain Stories,2007-12-15,2008-07-26,2022-01-08 03:56:06,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/tma-an-agent-99-adventure,1. Agent 99's new assignment--and new partner. 2. The Man Who Collected Time.,"['Action Adventure', 'Espionage', 'Intrigue', 'Sci-Fi', 'Science Fiction', 'Spy', 'Time Travel']",4.48,"_Hello and welcome to my readers. Thanks for your votes, PC's and e-mails on my previous stories. This is the latest in a series of stories about the Temporal Management Agency and Agent 99. The TMA concept was begun by slyc_willie on an Authors Hangout thread. Previous Agent 99 stories are there along with explanations of various terms used in these stories. Enjoy._
+\---------------------------------
+'A Rupture in Time'
+Agent 99 emerged from the TAP as his 17th Century merchant's garb disintegrated revealing a standard issue TMA jumpsuit. The Director's voice sounded strained when she'd contacted him. It was highly unusual for her, especially during a mission. Something must be seriously wrong. He joked and chatted with the Time Tech's as they decontaminated and Hypno Debriefed him, but his thoughts were elsewhere.
+***
+""Agent 99, please take a seat,"" said Director Radha Naveen, her voice was grave. ""Agent Crystal will be joining us in a moment."" 99 raised an eyebrow. ""I know you were expecting Agent TK; however she is on a high priority assignment and cannot be spared.""
+The office door opened and a tall, flaxen haired woman strode into the room. ""I apologize for my tardiness Director Naveen,"" she said in oddly accented English. ""The debriefing took longer than anticipated.""
+""Agent 99, Agent Crystal, Crystal, 99,"" Rhada said briskly. They nodded to each other and turned to the Director. ""I will need your combined talents for this mission. It is of prime importance, possibly the most important in the existence of the Agency.
+The problem is this. There has been a rupture in the Ultra Time Line. The Mother Line as the Tech's call it. This rupture is allowing alternative time streams to intersect with our own. The very essence of our existence is being altered by intrusions from elsewhen.""
+""What is being done to mitigate the effects of these intrusions?"" 99 asked, leaning forward. ""Can an alternative time line penetrate here at headquarters? Could we be altered and cease to exist?""
+""At present, no,"" Rhada said wearily. ""The Tech's have erected a ChronoBubble around the entire installation to prevent such an occurrence. We are currently in Time Stasis and safe for the moment. All indications are that The Rectifiers are creating the rupture utilizing technology unknown to us. We have, however pinpointed the source of whatever is causing it to early 20th Century America in the city of Chicago, the period known as the 'Roaring Twenties'.""
+""How can we travel in time if we are in stasis?"" Crystal asked. ""Are we in fact trapped here in the bubble? Are we nowhere in the Time Stream?""
+99 smiled, Crystal was quick on her feet, already planning their next move, their next gambit. She would be an effective partner, of that there was no doubt.
+Rhada nodded. ""The Tech's are working on the problem now. The magnitude of the difficulty is such that every milliwatt of computing capacity is at work solving this problem. The mental strain on the Tech's is tremendous. Some have already broken under it and been isolated.""
+The agents exchanged glances. Both had experienced the Sensory Deprivation Tanks in training. Deprived of all senses, suspended in regeneration fluid, a symbolic return to the womb until body and mind healed. Crystal shuddered at the memory and 99 frowned. It was not pleasant.
+""The Tech's have also informed me,"" Rhada continued, ""That all conventional operating procedures in Time Combat will need to be altered until the problem is solved. We cannot at the present time transport our current technology to the past. You may only utilize weaponry of the period or before it. Upon leaving, you will report for HypnoTraining in the techniques to use period weapons."" She smiled at Crystal, ""You may bring your short sword and battle axe if you wish. They may prove useful.""
+Crystal relaxed visibly. Those weapons were extensions of her own arms, a part of her energies, victorious in many a battle. ""I will bring my saber and stiletto,"" 99 said. ""I am comfortable with them. We may not always have access to weapons of the period. Are The Rectifiers also hampered by this restriction in technology?""
+""All indications are that this is the case,"" Rheda replied. ""Their internal defense and repair mechanisims appear inactive. You will be fighting on relatively equal terms. There is an additional factor of concern, however. The overlapping Time Lines are permitting periodic intrusions of Rectifier agents from other time lines into the Ultra Time Stream. You will be facing opponents from various periods of human history and varying historical outcomes.
+We have observed periods where empires still exist, dictators still rule, revolutions have failed, countries and governments as we know them never formed, monarchies and conquerors have triumphed, free people are subjugated…"" she paused, ""And the TMA does not exist. I need not stress the importance of this mission. The Techs say breaching the ChronoBubble long enough for two persons to pass through is possible before compromising stasis. Any questions?""
+""Only one,"" Crystal said. ""When our mission is complete, can we return?""
+Rhada steepled her fingers. ""All indications are that you can. We all know the risks. This is no exception. Every effort will be made to return you in one piece.""
+""Either we return or none,"" 99 said. ""We will stay as a unit until you can extract us both."" Crystal smiled at him, nodding in assent.
+""Report for weapons training, then get some rest,"" Rhada said, rising to her feet. ""When the Time Portal is activated, you will of course be garbed in clothing of the period and we will deactivate all implanted micro weaponry and defense mechanisms. Your weapons will be molecularly reduced until you need them."" She shook their hands. ""Good luck and may the gods smile upon you.""
+She watched them leave and turned to gaze at the hologram of the desert floor a thousand meters above. _Two of my best agents sent on a mission from which they may never return. If they survive, and they cannot return, they are capable of making a life for themselves in the past. They must succeed or life as we know it now will cease to exist and every person here with it. Then the Rectifiers will become the rulers of time._
+***
+99 lay in the massage tub, the jets soothing his tired body. The weaponry instructors had been merciless, driving him and Crystal to exceed what they considered their perfect fighting techniques. Crystal. She was a whirlwind as she dueled with the instructors, lithe and agile, keeping pace at every turn. She had caught his eye several times from across the training room, winking at him, the sheen of sweat on her face suffusing it with a soft glow.
+His career as a Time Warrior had hardened him, made him cynical, aloof, trusting no one, a loner no one really knew. He liked it that way. Many people had passed through his life, but they were as footprints on a beach, disappearing behind him in the waves of Time.
+Something about Crystal intrigued him and made him glad she was his partner on this mission. _She was smart, capable, tough and deadly, a formidable opponent in battle. However, there was softness when she looked at him…_ A knock on the door interrupted his musings. ""Doors open,"" he called.
+""Are you decent?"" said a warm contralto voice. ""I'm coming in.""
+ _Crystal? Here? What the…?_
+""Hello 99,"" Crystal said amiably, leaning against the bathroom doorframe. ""Doesn't that feel good on tired muscles? I just finished taking one. I feel much more relaxed."" She was wearing a blue robe and barefoot, her hair still wet. She walked to the tub and looked at his lean, hard body with interest. ""Room for two in there?""
+""I'll make room,"" 99 replied sliding to one side, water sloshing on the floor. Crystal dropped her robe and climbed in. 99's cock hardened as her body met his in the bubbling water. He saw her nipples harden on her firm breasts that rode high on her torso. Her hips were full, her waist thick, her legs long, ropes of muscle visible in her arms, her eyes icy blue, and her hair a whitish blond.
+Crystal returned his gaze, her eyes gliding over 99's tanned body. His chest was broad, muscled arms and legs, a slim waist and hips, a shock of auburn hair and a ruggedly handsome face with piercing grey eyes. He put his arm around her shoulders, hugged her and said, ""To what do I owe the honor of your presence?""
+""I saw you watching me today during training,"" Crystal said, laying a leg over his and rubbing her shaved pussy on his hip. ""I was watching you too. You handle that sword like a master. I could tell you were holding back so as not to injure the instructors.""
+""Good instructors are hard to find these days,"" 99 replied. A moan escaped his lips as Crystal's hand closed on his stiff cock and began to stroke it. His hand left her shoulder and fondled her breast, palm rubbing the puckered nipple. She turned to him and they shared a burning kiss.
+""The odds are such that we may not return from this mission,"" Crystal said, sighing as 99's finger wiggled in her pussy. ""I wanted us to enjoy each other before we…""
+""We'll come back,"" 99 interjected, ""We always come back."" He stood up, pulling Crystal to her feet. ""We have tonight. Let's not waste it in speculation.""
+They dried each other, paying particular attention to certain body parts and went into the bedroom. 99 lay on the bed and Crystal straddled him. He fondled her breasts as they kissed and she rubbed her pussy on him. She lowered herself on top as their kissing became more intense and his hands gripped her round ass. Crystal rocked back and forth, her pussy sliding on 99's cock as he groaned in pleasure.
+She slid down 99's body and impaled herself, sliding it into her with one thrust of her hips. He gripped her ass and pulled her to him until their pubic hair tangled. Crystal moaned and pushed her breasts into his face. 99 sucked a nipple in his mouth, lashing it with his tongue. She bucked harder on his cock, wiggling her clit on the base with each plunge downward.
+99 sucked more of Crystals' breast in his mouth, biting her gently as she moaned in delight. She grasped the headboard for greater leverage and pounded harder on his throbbing cock, little shrieks escaping her lips as her climax burned toward release. 99 released her ass, reached behind and clasped her hands, their muscled bodies churning, legs entwined, riding smoothly toward a spine-wrenching orgasm.
+""Ohhh…I'm so close,"" Crystal gasped. ""Fuck me lover, fuck me hard.""
+99 sucked hard on her breast flesh, Crystal's gripping pussy engulfing his rigid cock in delicious warmth. His balls tightened as he tried to hold off cumming until Crystal did. She threw her head back and screamed as her orgasm burst within her, the sensation making her shake as her pussy gushed over 99's cock. With a hoarse cry he spurted cum deep inside her, a second blast following the first as Crystal's second orgasm flashed through her.
+With a flurry of thrusts, they rode out their release and collapsed in a sweaty, panting heap. Kissing gently, they embraced and luxuriated in the afterglow.
+After several minutes, Crystal found her voice. ""That was wonderful, you are a fantastic lover. You made me cum so hard."" She laughed, ""I don't even know your name.""
+""Derek,"" 99 replied. ""You were wonderful too Crystal. Your lovemaking is superb.""
+""Derek,"" Crystal repeated. ""I like that name."" She wiggled her pussy on his thigh. ""I'll stay with you on one condition.""
+Derek raised an eyebrow. ""There's a condition?""
+""Yes. That we fuck like that again.""
+""That can be arranged,"" he chuckled, rolling on top of her.
+***
+All personnel in TMA Headquarters were waiting in the TAP Chamber when 99 and Crystal entered, garbed in the fashion of 1920's America. Crystal wore a brown beaded dress with the hem just above her knees, arms bare, t-bar shoes and patterned beige stockings; her blond hair gathered under a broad-brimmed hat. She carried a small leather purse, which contained her molecularly reduced weapons and a Chrono Communicator.
+99 wore a brown flannel suit, white shirt and brown tie, two-tone white and tan shoes and a light brown hat. His miniaturized saber, dagger and his communicator carried in his pockets.
+The Looking Glass Chamber techs had determined that brown was a neutral color in that era and would attract the least attention as the agents went about their mission. Each agent carried false identification, commonplace items and replicated money of the period, enough to maintain a lifestyle for six months if necessary.
+Dr. Andrej Turgenyev hobbled toward them, cane tapping on the polished floor. ""Agent 99, Agent Crystal, I wish you luck in your mission. Your bravery will not be forgotten.""
+Dr. Phineas Jasper stepped from the crowd, his face somber. ""If you succeed, we will continue our battle against the Rectifiers. If you fail,"" he raised his arm in a sweeping gesture, ""All this will cease to exist, and all of us as well.""
+Director Naveen shook their hands, saying ""The gods be with you on your journey.""
+The air stank of ozone as the TAP flared to life, bolts jumping from four nodal towers to the Time Portal stage. 99 and Crystal walked into the glowing oval and disappeared. Dr. Turgenyev was first to speak. ""And now we wait.""
+***
+A dark alley illuminated briefly when the agents arrived in 1926 Chicago.
+Grimy walls rose on both sides, and dented waste cans stank of irregularly collected refuse. A cacophony of car horns, shrieking sirens, angry voices and roaring engines assaulted their ears as they approached the street. Before they reached the sidewalk, a shabbily dressed man approached them, pulling a stubby pistol from his trouser pocket. ""Good afternoon people. I want your wallet and purse, and no funny business.""
+Crystal kicked the gun from his hand and 99 doubled him over with a blow to the sternum. The man lay wheezing as Crystal retrieved the gun and 99 rifled the man's pockets, money, a dirty handkerchief, comb and a wallet, nothing of interest. He dropped them as Crystal examined the pistol.
+""Colt 38 caliber snub-nose revolver, six shots, limited range, easily concealed, useful in close-up fighting."" She placed it in her purse. ""This may be useful later.""
+""We need to find lodgings,"" 99 said as they strolled down the busy sidewalk, ""A base of operations until we can determine the location of the apparatus disrupting the time line.""
+""The Techs dropped us in the approximate vicinity,"" Crystal replied. ""Look at these buildings. It could be anywhere. And we have no detector devices.""
+""Actually, we do,"" 99 said with a grin, pulling back his sleeve. The wristwatch he wore flashed various colors as if searching for something.
+""Derek, how did you…?""
+""The Weapons Techs aren't the only ones who can tinker with molecules. I modified this watch to assume the molecular structure of my body for a short time. Once we were through the portal, it returned to it's former shape. Now we can track interferences in the time line, find that device and destroy it.""
+They paused before an imposing building. ""The Drake Hotel,"" Crystal said. ""This appears suitable. Shall we stay here?""
+""It's within our search area; of course.""
+A door attendant let them in and they walked through the opulent lobby. Crystal wrinkled her nose at the smell of cigarette, cigar and pipe smoke that permeated the rug and furnishings, and hung in a pall near the ornate ceiling.
+The desk clerk raised an eyebrow when 99 said they had no luggage, but took his money and gave him a brass key with the number 909 on a tag. After a ride in a creaking elevator whose operator conversed pleasantly, they walked down a brightly lit corridor and found their room.
+99 locked the door as Crystal removed her hat, shoes and dress; pulled back the covers and sprawled on the bed. ""This mattress is very comfortable. I like it here already."" She removed her bra, letting her breasts swing free. ""Join me Derek. We'll search tomorrow.""
+He quickly stripped, jumped into bed and they kissed. Crystal removed her panties and they rolled naked on the bed, tickling and teasing as their passions rose. 99 swiveled over Crystal and buried his face in her pussy. Crystal's lips closed on his cock as it slipped into her throat. He licked and sucked on her engorged lips, tongue swirling against her pink softness as far as it would reach. She grabbed his ass and began fucking her mouth, tongue spiraling around the throbbing rod.
+Crystal's hips bucked as 99's lips and teeth found her clit, sucking and nibbling as his fingers entered her pussy and asshole. Sucking eagerly on his cock, she swallowed the precum as it flowed out and wormed two fingers in his asshole, feeling him quiver with pleasure. Licking, sucking, nibbling and fingering, they surged together on the squeaking bed until they could hold out no more.
+Crystal's slick pussy muffled 99's long moan of release, he erupted jets of cum in her mouth as she gulped and swallowed, her throat muscles gripping his cock. His cock muted her cry of orgasmic delight as she filled his mouth with wave upon wave of warm juices, his tongue coaxing more from her sopping pussy. 99 rolled off and they lay head to foot, sweaty and panting.
+""We would fuck our men until they could come no more,"" Crystal murmured. ""So they would not forget us and return to their homes.""
+99 turned around and cuddled her. ""When was this? Where do you come from?""
+Crystal smiled, ""I was a Viking's wife in the 10th Century A.D. The men filled our lives with children, adventure, and the riches of a continent; also loneliness, privation and death. They were gone for months at a time and we learned early in life to provide for ourselves and defend our homes. It was during such a defense that a thrown lance ran me through. I remember the pain and the point protruding from my stomach, and then all went black.
+When I awakened, I was in a room with people in white gowns and strange shiny things. I attempted to fight, but my limbs would not move. They placed a metal cap on my head and the length and breadth of human history flowed into my brain. The Tech's had stolen me from Death's clutches because they admired my fighting abilities and the TMA needed agents from other eras.
+What of you Derek, from what time did you arrive in the TMA?""
+""I, like you, was brought back to life by the TMA after almost dying. I was a soldier of fortune, a mercenary in the 20th Century A.D.; I fought for whoever paid me. I honed the fighting skills I learned in World War II and fought in many brush-fire wars and revolutions that proliferated in the aftermath of the war. In 1953 I was conducting guerrilla warfare against Viet Minh troops when I was cut down by a machine gun.
+I also awakened in an operating room and underwent Hypno Instruction to acquaint me with world history since my time. The TMA needed my fighting skills to combat the increasingly aggressive Rectifier agents and their cyborgs. We will make a good team you and me, both in and out of bed.""
+Crystal pulled him to her and they kissed, tasting mingled cum as their tongues entwined. His stiffening cock slid into her juicy pussy and their lovemaking began anew.
+***
+The next morning 99 and Crystal enjoyed breakfast in the hotel's dining room and began their search. Using a map of the city, they determined the Rectifier base was within a five-block radius of their hotel. By noon, they had found nothing and stopped in a corner café for lunch.
+Finishing their meal, they paid the server and walked to the door. In an instant, a glowing mist enveloped them. When it lifted, they found themselves in a narrow cobbled street lined with wooden buildings.  
+""Where are we Derek?""
+""It appears to be 16th Century London. We're caught in a Time Slip. If we remain where we are it may return us to…""
+An angry shout interrupted him.
+""Halt ye Roundhead traitors. Halt in the name of the King.""
+Gaudily dressed men ran towards them from both ends of the street waving swords and daggers. 99 and Crystal unsealed their weapons and they sprang to full size. The men halted for a moment seeing blades appear as if by magic in the stranger's hands then ran forward, shouting and cursing.
+Standing back to back, they awaited their attackers. ""Three here, ""Crystal said in a steady voice.
+""Four here,"" 99 replied. ""It is a good day for a fight.""
+Crystal laughed and began to sing a Viking battle song, her contralto voice thrilling to 99. With a clash of steel, their opponents closed in.
+Parrying a sword thrust with his dagger, 99 slashed downward, severing his attackers arm at the elbow. The man tumbled backward screaming, blood spurting from the stump. He heard Crystal grunt and a gurgling cry of agony. Five to go. Two men rushed at him, swords a blur. 99 ran the man on the right through the heart as the remaining attacker pierced him through the shoulder. A slash upward nearly severed the man's head from his body, the splash of blood spattering the cobbles. 99 recovered in time to parry a thrust from the last attacker when a thrown battle-axe cleaved his opponent's skull.
+The gasps and death rattles of the dying men echoed eerily in the narrow street as Crystal and 99 tended each other's wounds. She received a deep gash in her forearm that 99 bound up with his shirt. Crystal tugged off her slip and staunched the blood from 99's wound. They leaned against a building dizzy and exhausted from the fight and loss of blood.
+""It was a good fight Derek. I am proud to have you as my partner.""
+""And I you. We may very well be stranded here if the Time Slip doesn't…""
+The glowing mist returned and they found themselves back in Chicago.
+99 shook his head in amazement. They were untouched, not a hair out of place.
+""It never happened,"" Crystal murmured as people passed them on the street. ""Not in this time line. This is more serious than we thought. We have to find the Rectifiers base before the Skeins of Time become so tangled it will be total chaos.""
+A chime sounded and 99 glanced at his watch. It's face glowed a deep red that pulsed like a heartbeat.
+""We're close, the Time Waves are converging near us. Let's move!""
+***
+Three hours of searching found them standing before a twenty-story building with the name 'Amalgamated Insurance Company' on brass plaques flanking the entry doors. The watch was rapidly flashing red and felt warm on 99's wrist. They entered the lobby and were greeted by a young female receptionist who asked
+who they wished to see. Crystal noticed the telltale sheen of synthoflesh on the woman's forehead and cheeks and leaped forward, smashing the cyborgs head against the polished wood desktop. It crumpled to the floor, smoke curling from it's ears, nose and mouth.
+""It may have set off an alarm,"" 99 barked. ""Find the stairs. The equipment must be on the top floor.""
+They raced through the lobby, found the stairwell and ran two at a time up the stairs. Approaching the 12th floor landing, 99 saw the door opening and a figure emerge. He ducked down, Crystal following. The figure raised a weapon and the stutter of a submachine gun filled the stairwell. Bullets ricocheted from the wall above them as the inexperienced gunman fought the weapons muzzle rise. He attempted to fire again, but two .38 slugs tore through his chest. He flew backward and the gun clattered on the cement. Crystal and 99 jumped up and ran to the fallen man. 99 picked up the submachine gun and checked the ammunition drum. Over half full.
+""I knew this would come in handy,"" Crystal said, patting the revolver. ""I wonder if they heard that.""
+""Let's find out,"" 99 replied. They continued sprinting up the stairs until they reached the top floor. The entry door was unlike the others; a dull gray instead of red. 99 threw his ring of keys at it and a bolt of electricity fused them into a lump. They backed down to the lower landing to determine their next move.
+There was a clink of metal on metal on the floor below them. 99 looked down to the next landing and saw five persons emerge from the access door, carrying weapons. ""Five down there,"" he whispered. Crystal nodded. He glanced about and saw a fire hose coiled on the wall. ""Use the hose to short circuit that door, I'll hold them off.""
+Crystal uncoiled the hose and tied it around the railing, nozzle pointed at the door.
+A bullet struck the wall near her head as the first gunman ran up the stairs. 99 dropped him with a short burst as the rest ducked and returned fire. Bullets spattered around him, as he lay flat on the stairs, saving his ammunition for the next attack.
+Crawling down the stairs, Crystal reached the water valve and turned it on. The hose bulged and constricted around the knot, then spewed a stream of water at the door. Crackling and arcing, the door held for several seconds then exploded with a thundering roar, flinging fragments in every direction. 99 felt a burning pain in his back as a shard of metal grazed him. He heard Crystal curse, looked up and saw her holding her leg. In that instant, the four remaining attackers charged up the stairs yelling and shooting. He swung the gun's barrel towards them, firing a long burst that sent three of them tumbling down the stairs, pierced by multiple bullets.
+The last enemy, protected by the other three, tried to level his weapon, but a shot sent him reeling down the stairs, submachine gun firing harmlessly into the air. 99 stood and gave thumbs up to Crystal, who waved her revolver. ""Three shots left, I need a new weapon. Know where I can find one?""
+He laughed and ran up the stairs to her. ""How about in there?""
+""Let's go. I want one of those submachine guns.""
+Stepping carefully around the debris, they peered into the opening. Banks of indicator lights blinked and glowed on an enormous panel. Rows of gray cabinets filled the room, humming and clicking. No operators were visible. Moving stealthily, they looked down several narrow aisles. No one in sight.
+""I can't believe this complex is unguarded,"" Crystal muttered. ""Look at all this. How do we destroy it?""
+""They're here,"" 99 replied. ""Probably hiding waiting for us to let our guard down. We'll each check a section. You should have your axe and sword handy for close up fighting.""
+""And your saber and dagger,"" Crystal replied. ""We're running out of bullets.""
+Their weapons snapped into size and they began to search aisle after aisle, still no one appeared. They met back at the control panel, baffled and spoiling for a fight.
+""Where are they?"" 99 said angrily. ""They must be…""
+""Derek! Behind you!"" She aimed and fired at a figure emerging from a hidden panel in the ceiling. A body fell, landing with a crunch of bones, pistol skidding across the tile floor. Crystal dove for it as other trapdoors sprung open and bullets flew around them, whining as they ricocheted from the cabinets.
+Pistols blazing in each hand, Crystal dove behind a cabinet. Another body dropped
+and was replaced by another returning fire. Squeezing off short bursts, 99 sent four more attackers tumbling as he ducked and rolled down the aisle. The Thompson's bolt clicked on an empty chamber and he cast it aside. ""Catch"", Crystal hollered, throwing him a .45 automatic pistol.
+Two more dropped as 99 began shooting. Crystal appeared at his elbow, ""It's a stand off Derek, I'm out of bullets. I tried to get that Tommy gun over there, but they have it bracketed.""
+""I'm finished with this shooting gallery. Cover me."" He handed her the gun and began to push on a row of cabinets. A fragment stung his cheek as he felt the cabinet shift. Bracing himself, he pushed harder, muscles straining. The cabinet rocked and fell, smashing into the others as they fell like dominoes. With a flash of sparks and a whining hum, the cabinets began to smoke and alarms howled.
+Rectifiers in green jumpsuits began dropping from the trapdoors. ""I think you poked the hornets nest,"" Crystal laughed, sending one spinning with a shot.
+""It's time to call an exterminator,"" 99 replied, hitting an opponent in mid- air who fell on two others bringing them all down. Crystal heard breathing and spun around. Two enemies were leveling weapons at them. She fired and one staggered. The automatics hammer clicked as the second one fired, the shot grazing her shoulder. A second later, he fell back, head split in two by a thrown battle-axe.
+It became a deadly game of tag between the aisles, being 'it' meant death.
+One by one, they eliminated the attackers, receiving several minor wounds in the process. 99 pushed over another row of cabinets as the control board beeped and flashed and alarms wailed.
+Crystal slipped in a pool of blood and went down. A Rectifier leaped forward, stabbing her in the chest with a rifle bayonet. He screamed and clawed at his face as 99's thrown dagger plunged in his eye socket. Attacking the remaining opponents, 99 fought like a maniac, firing his pistol and slashing with his saber until the last one was dead.
+He rushed to Crystal who was slumped against a wall, her eyes half closed, a crimson stain spreading on her dress. ""Crystal. Hang on. I'm getting us out of here."" He thumbed his communicator when she grabbed his hand.
+""We came here to do a job. Finish it Derek, I'll be okay. Go!""
+99 ran to the control panel, turning every control knob and pressing every button until the indicators began flashing 'overload'. He ran back to Crystal whose eyes had shut her chest barely moving. Activating the communicator, he heard only a faint noise like rushing water, and then a voice said ""Headquarters.""
+""99 here. Mission accomplished. Get us out! Crystal's badly wounded.""
+""Affirmative 99. Prepare for transport.""
+He lifted Crystal's limp body and strode to the Time Portal that appeared before him. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled. ""It is a good day to die my love,"" she said softly, and then her eyes closed again.
+The Time Portal flared and was gone. Billowing clouds of smoke poured from the top floor of the Amalgamated Life Insurance building, followed by a thunderous explosion as the roof rose and fell back exposing an antenna array concealed in a water tank. Another explosion and the building slowly collapsed into a flaming pile of rubble. The city fire fighters could do little except prevent the blaze from consuming the nearby buildings. The charred remains revealed nothing involving the Rectifiers plot to disrupt time. The skeins of Elsewhen returned to their proper places and the Mother Line restored.
+***
+Cheers erupting from the crowd assembled at the Time Portal went silent as 99 emerged carrying Crystal. Medics rushed forward, placing her on a gurney and taking her away, others tending to his wounds. He tried to follow, but people surrounded him, asking questions and offering congratulations. Their voices were a meaningless babble in his ears as he recalled Crystal making love and fighting the enemy. Tears stung his eyes as Rhada took him by the shoulders and said ""She'll be all right Derek. They're working on her now. She still clings to life. She will live for you."" He nodded and allowed them to take him to Hypno Debriefing. He drank a glass of liquid a Tech offered him and fell asleep.
+***
+Crystal opened her eyes and saw 99 sitting at her bedside, snoring softly. She took his hand in hers, ""I guess it wasn't a good day to die after all,"" she whispered, gripping his hand. He awakened instantly, leaned over and they kissed.
+""Welcome back my love,"" he said, smiling. ""It's about time you woke up.""
+""How long was I…""
+""Three months. The medics had to replace your heart and one lung. You spent over two months in the Tanks, healing. You're scheduled to be released to my care in a few days.""
+""The mission, did you…?""
+""Did we? Yes. We destroyed The Time Distorter. The Tech's were upset that we didn't leave enough for them to examine, so we'll never know how it was accomplished. But it is done and the Time Line is restored.""
+Crystal chuckled, ""So I am to be released in your care, am I? How do I know that you'll give me the proper therapy so I may be fully functioning again?"" She caressed his cheek and he kissed her palm.
+""You can rest assured I will make every effort to rehabilitate you properly. I am an expert in such matters."" He stood, leaned over and hugged her. She kissed his cheek and her hand rubbed his cock.
+""I think I need some therapy right now, any way of locking that door?""
+99 picked up the phone as Crystal unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and underwear down. ""99 here. I am debriefing Agent Crystal and don't want to be disturbed for…"" He sighed as she sat up and her mouth engulfed his cock. She held up two fingers, ""…uh…two hours. Yes I will. Thank you.""
+Crystal grabbed his ass and pulled him to her, head bobbing as she took his entire length down her throat, nipping him playfully as his hips surged against her face. She wiggled a finger in his asshole, loving his moans of delight. He humped her face repeatedly until, with a strangled cry, he blasted gobs of cum down her throat. She gulped and swallowed every drop, not releasing him until his cock went limp. He fell back panting on the bed, as she removed her hospital gown, crawled over him and dangled her breasts in his face.
+""How was that, handsome? Not bad for a woman who's been unconscious for three months.""
+99 sucked a nipple in his mouth, caressing it with his tongue. His hand reached between her legs, his fingers stroking her pussy lips. She sighed and rode his thrusting fingers for a few moments, then sat back and helped him remove his shirt. He kicked off his shoes and pushed her gently on her back. Crystal moaned as he sucked her nipples and fingered her pussy. His licked slowly down her body, his tongue dancing in her belly button, then moved down to the heated center of her desire.
+She put a pillow over her face to muffle a scream of delight as he grasped her ass cheeks and buried his face in her pussy, licking, sucking and nibbling until she thought she would go mad with pleasure. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she chanted, ""Yes my darling, yes. Eat me. Eat me. By the gods, you eat so well. Ohhhhhh…""
+Crystal scrubbed her pussy on his mouth, her back arching as a powerful orgasm surged through her. He continued to suck and lick as she had one orgasm after another until she lifted his head from between her legs. He lay on top of her and they kissed passionately, her pink tongue scooping her juices from his mouth.
+99 lay between her legs, his cock becoming hard, its velvet tip against her stomach. Gray eyes locked with blue and he said, ""I thought I had lost you.
+It felt as if a part of me was dying. I love you Crystal. I never want to let you go. I've never had anyone in my life before. Never allowed myself to love anyone thinking I might never return from a mission. I don't feel that way anymore. Not since I met you.""
+She smiled and wiggled her stomach on his cock. ""I never thought I would meet a man in this time that would be strong and brave enough to be my equal in love and battle. You are that man, Derek. You are my mate for life. The Fates and the gods have willed it thus. We will be together as long as the breath remains in our bodies. I would rather die with you fighting side by side than live forever lonely.""
+Crystal raised her hips, offering him her juicy pussy. 99's cock slid in easily, the velvet walls clasping him as their bodies met and joined. Her arms and legs wrapped around him as his hands gripped her ass. They rocked slowly back and forth, sighs and moans escaping their lips as their bodies moved in perfect rhythm.
+The bed squeaked as he thrust harder and harder into her as she joyfully impaled herself on his throbbing cock, feeling the head brushing her cervix as he filled her to bursting. The touch of skin on skin was overwhelmingly arousing, both wishing they could melt into the other and become one. The slap of flesh and the cries of pleasure filled the room, 99's balls beating a tattoo on Crystal's puckered asshole.
+She screamed in delight as her orgasm surged through her like a bolt of electricity, back arching she came repeatedly, whimpering and sobbing as the sensations consumed her. The room swam before his eyes as he blasted strands of thick cum deep in his love's pussy, cumming until his balls were empty.
+Night descended, as they lay snuggled together in the bed, happily exhausted and reveling in being together once more. Limbs wrapped around each other they drifted into sleep.
+The night nurse slowly opened the door and smiled as she saw the lovers in the bed. She picked up the clothing, placed it on a chair and drew a blanket over them. _Two of our top agents, both ruthless killing machines and they're sleeping like children. A hero's_ _welcome is awaiting them for completing their mission against all odds, saving every one of us from obliteration and allowing the Rectifiers to rule the Time Stream. Thank the gods for people like these._ She left the room, closing the door softly.
+The Time Stream flowed unimpeded, leaving behind a remembered past and entering a future filled with promise. The Time War would continue and TMA Agents 99 and Crystal would be at the forefront, together.
+End.
+\-------------------------------
+ _In their next adventure, 99 and Crystal battle the Supreme Overlord of the Rectifiers in ""The Man Who Collected Time.""_
+
+"
+305,The Training Ch. 01,Alicia Charms,Chain Stories,2002-11-19,2002-11-19,2022-01-08 03:55:51,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-training-ch-01,Alison is transformed into perfect love slave.,"['Black Cock', 'Dark Brown', 'Expect Return', 'Felix', 'Felix Asked', 'James Asked', 'James Told', 'Love Slave', 'Master Answered', 'Perfect Love']",4.1,"Now that I've finished my training, I'm able to tell this story. I was completely lucid the whole time it was happening, but I was forbidden to tell and so I had to obey. I'm not, nor will I ever be, the woman I was once. I'm perfect now.
+We had a perfect sexual relationship, my husband Felix and I, or so I thought. I was a bit on the shy side, but adventurous and very accommodating. We joined the swinging lifestyle very early in our relationship and I was able to explore several sexual fantasies I had. I mostly enjoyed being with another woman, which I can only describe as the ultimate in softness. I was also able to enjoy two men at the same time. I particularly liked pleased one man orally while another entered my in the doggie position. I felt like I had reached the zenith of free love.
+There were some things I said no to, but not many. I didn't like anal sex. It was uncomfortable, didn't excite me and I was worried about infections. I wanted nothing to do with sex with animals, though it was a curiosity. I wasn't inclined to the BDSM scene, though I didn't mind being tied to the bed for sex or having a little mild spanking. I didn't think any of these things mattered to my husband, but obviously it did. Oddly enough, it was a very small incident that led to this long adventure.
+I always thought that I was an attractive woman. I was 5' 3"" with long dark brown hair. I had nicely shaped legs and beautiful feet with long toes. I had a cuteness that had served me well so far. My looks hadn't changed all that much except for the animated creases in my forehead that deepened over time. I had a very round ass that I thought was too big, but the guys adored it. My only drawback was my small 34B breasts. I had nice little puffy nipples, but my breasts weren't in proportion with the rest of my body.
+I had two girlfriends that had gotten implants. One pair was a very beautiful 36C that looked like the most perfect pair of breasts I had ever seen. The other was a double-D cup that looked extremely out of place on her. Another side effect of her operation was that her nipples never got soft. So I had always been skeptical about implants, though it hardly mattered since it was the kind of frivolous extravagance that we never could afford.
+One of Felix's favorite activities was photographing me in the nude. We got quite creative after I found an old box of wigs that my mom had worn at one time. We brought them home and played with them, adding different makeup to my face that might match the different looks of the wigs. Felix loved exaggerated makeup and the retro look of the 50's & 60's, so these wigs really fit right in with the fantasy.
+Felix asked me if I would bleach my hair blonde. I had already gone from dark brown to auburn, which he enjoyed. I told him absolutely not. It would look terrible on me. He argued that the wigs didn't look terrible. I just refused. I had one girlfriend who had gone blonde and cut her hair short. She looked terrible and all our friends talked about how bad she looked. I didn't want to be like her.
+Unknown to me, Felix had made contact with a man on the internet. James was the president of The Masters Guild, a secret society of dominant men whose sexual activities were unlimited. They had a combination of resources that enabled them to make anything possible. Felix was intrigued.
+""It's not that I'm dissatisfied with Alison"", he explained. ""I'd just love to make her do anything I like and enjoy it fully.""
+""That can be accomplished quite easily"", James told him. ""We can transform her into the perfect love slave, willing and anxious to serve. We can even make her look however you like. And we can change her over and over again.""
+""You mean surgery?"" Felix asked.
+""Yes, some surgery,"" James answered. ""But we also have secret and forbidden herbs from many societies throughout the world that normal medicine knows nothing about. These help to make the body more pliable and acceptant of change, quicker healing and never any scars. We can also alter her mind. Unlike most drugs of the mind-control type, we have combinations that will keep her lucid and wanting.""
+""Let's try this,"" James suggested. ""We'll bring her to our mountain retreat in Virginia for approximately a month. You can give us details on what you would like to have her involved in, what ways you might want to change her. If you're not satisfied, we can return her to her normal state. No harm done.""
+""And what would you expect in return?"" Felix asked.
+""We will use her in any way we see fit."" James told him. ""Our members will get to use her and transform her just as you would. Then after the 30 days, we would expect her to return about one weekend a month to join in our activities.""
+This actually intrigued Felix even more. The thought of what these Masters might do to me aroused his curiosity. He told James so and asked if he could be present for some of those.
+""That would depend on the Master who is creating the scene"", he explained. ""Sometimes he will allow you to be involved, sometimes only to watch from a secret window, and sometimes not at all.""
+It didn't take Felix long to agree. After all, he could change his mind after the month was over.
+""How will I get her to go?"" he asked.
+""It will be better if I take her,"" James said. ""I will give you some potions to use in her drinks for the next few weeks. Also, at night, you will put headphones on her and play a tape I will give you. When I come for her, she will be ready.""
+What I didn't know was that these potions were working chemical changes in my brain, allowing me to be totally receptive to any suggestions. My thought patterns were being rewritten. I was being totally reprogrammed.
+Several nights later, Felix awoke to find me sucking his cock. I pumped it hard with my mouth until I made him cum and swallowed every last bit of it. Then I went back to sleep. It was James' way of letting him know that the changes were working. Felix was amazed.
+Nothing unusual happened after that, and two weeks passed without any other sexual events taking place. Felix was beginning to think that perhaps it wasn't working adter all. He didn't know how wrong he was.
+A knock came at the door and Felix answered it. It was James and they greeted each other cordially. This was their first meeting face to face. As Felix closed the door, James turned to me.
+""Hello, Alison,"" he said.
+""Hello, Master,"" I answered. A look of shock and then a big smile came over Felix's face.
+""Stand up, Alison,"" James directed me. ""And remove your clothes.""
+I did as I was told, and was soon standing naked before James.
+""Who do you belong to?"" James asked.
+""I belong to you, Master,"" I answered.
+""On your knees,"" he ordered.
+I obeyed instantly. James unzipped his pants and pulled out the biggest cock I had ever seen.
+""Show me your love, Alison,"" he commanded.
+I put that huge black cock into my mouth and began to slide my lips along his shaft. I wasn't a bit amazed at how much I could get in, but Felix sure was surprised. He had never seen me swallow so much cock in his life. I licked and sucked hungrily at it, pumping it like my mouth was a pussy. It wasn't long before he came, and I didn't need to be told to swallow every bit of it.
+""Yes,"" said James, ""You will be a pleasure to enjoy.""
+""Anything you like, Master,"" I replied.
+He put his cock back inside his pants and ordered me to stand up. He put his coat around my naked body and led me to the door.
+""I will call you in a month,"" he told Felix. ""She will be ready then.""
+Felix watched as James led me to the car and opened the passenger door for me. His mind raced with fantasies as the car drove off with the new slave inside.
+ _Add your chapter telling of the erotic adventures of Alison as she undergoes her transformation from shy housewife to slut slave._"
+306,The Training Ch. 02,dr_mabeuse,Chain Stories,2002-12-17,2002-12-17,2022-01-08 03:55:53,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-training-ch-02,The project is introduced.,"['Ally Felt', 'Feet Wet', 'Gamma', 'James Master', 'Knit Dress', 'Master Commands', 'Muscle Tone', 'Reached Beneath', 'Slut Words', 'Trance State']",4.44,"""Gentlemen, here is the project"" James said to the darkened auditorium. ""Her name is Alison C.""
+The woman stood and walked mechanically up the three steps to the small stage and stopped under the spotlight, her face blank. She had shoulder-length brown hair, a trim and compact body, and was clad only in a hospital gown and disposable paper slippers. When she turned to face the robed men who sat in the small darkened auditorium, it was apparent that she was drugged or hypnotized. She didn't see them at all.
+""The background in this case is this: Alison is happily married, normal levels of sexual activity, restricted but typical range of the usual married sexual activities, libido in the low-normal range. She shows some receptiveness to new practices, but of course…
+One of the Masters shouted out ""Husband requests changes, right?""
+James looked up in mild annoyance. ""Not exactly. Both are in favor of modification. In fact, we're dealing with something of a transformation fetish here.""
+""Another SNOOC?"" Peter of Psychological asked. The Masters present knew this stood for Sexual, Nymphomaniacal, Orgasmic, Obedient, and Compliant. These were the psychological traits husbands most commonly requested for their wives, just as ""BT/TA"" was the most commonly requested physical traits: Big Tits/Tight Ass.
+""Not exactly,"" James said. ""Alison herself wants a larger bust and a change in hair color."" James said. ""And of course a more aggressive attitude towards sex.""
+There were disappointed murmurs all around. ""BOR-ring!"" someone yelled out
+It seemed that every woman brought to the Masters' Mansion wanted the same things, or else their husbands or lovers wanted the same things for them: big tits, long legs, lots of hair, skinny, and sexual adventurousness, what the Masters had come to refer to as ""the basic Britny Spears model, only with more talent.""
+""Now calm down."" James said. ""We're all Masters with unlimited wealth and powers here, so let's act like it, for God's sake.""
+""There is a difference with Alison C."" he went on as the room quieted. ""It seems both she and her husband would like her kept pliable, so that she can be changed and modified fairly easily. Now we haven't really tried anything like this before, so it could be something of a challenge.""
+Ferris of Facial Remodeling spoke up. ""Hell, just give him a lifetime membership. We'll take her through the changes whenever he wants.""
+""That's what they all say."" Arthur of Endocrine Engineering said, ""But once they get their hands on those big bazoombas they never want to go smaller.""
+Davis of Psychopharmaceuticals spoke up. ""That's not true! There was that Evans girl a couple years ago.""
+""Well for God's sake, yes."" Arthur said with a laugh. ""But We all knew she wouldn't fly with a 36 G bust. The poor girl couldn't even get close enough to a glass of water to get a drink, let alone get near enough to her boyfriend to kiss him!""
+Again the hubbub broke out and James had to use his microphone.
+""All right! All right!"" he said. ""Look, just because we've done this before doesn't mean it's easy. In fact, just because we have done it before, I want us to do a really bang up job on her, Masters. I want her to end up the hottest, filthiest, most obedient little slut that ever walked out of here.
+""Master M? I'm putting you in charge of Alison C. It's about time you got your feet wet and showed us what you can do.""
+""Feet wet?"" someone called out. ""Dick wet is more like it!""
+There were hoots of laughter.
+""Okay, cut it out!"" James said. ""I'm going to reduce trance on her so M can start her evaluation. Don't let her see what a bunch of clowns you guys are!""
+There were murmurs of ""Yes, oh Great One!"" and ""I Hear and Obey!"" and other sarcasms, but when James turned to the woman, they all flipped their hoods up over their heads, covering their faces, and the room lights dimmed dramatically.
+""Alison C."" James commanded. ""When I snap my fingers, you will be in Trance state Alpha. You will find nothing unusual or alarming in your situation or your surroundings. You will not remember who you are, but this shall not trouble you. You will obey the words of the Master M. Is this clear to you?""
+""Yes, Master."" she said automatically.
+""Good. Then trance state alpha."" he snapped his fingers, and Alison staggered slightly and shook her head as if trying to clear a bad dream.
+""Alison? I am Master M"" the Master said, coming forward with his hood off. ""Do you know where you are?""
+She looked around herself, shrugged and shook her head. She didn't know, but it didn't seem to bother her.
+""Would you take your gown off please?""
+Alison smiled at him, then reached down to the hem of her gown and pulled it up off over her head and stood stark naked before the Masters, who appraised her with the eyes of engineers. M knew that the cameras were recording her as well and feeding the data into the Mansion's data base.
+She had good muscle tone, good structure. There was plenty to work with here. M tried to see her as a project and tried not to think of the upcoming examination of her sexual functioning he would be conducting.
+""Turn around please, Alison."" he said, and she obeyed, showing her back to the crowd and peering over her shoulder at him.
+James nodded at him, and M said. ""Thank you, dear. Would you come with me please?""
+He helped her off the stage and led her out a soundproofed door. As the door closed behind him he heard James introducing the next subject.
+They were handling about four or five subjects a day now, and business was brisk. The Masters had had time to give her a quick look over and her design team would soon be meeting to consult photos and plan the changes they would make, all under the supervision of Master M. The Psych team would meet with Alison later that day to conduct the psychological evaluation and develop their plan of therapy, but meanwhile, Master M, as the Master in charge of her, had to conduct the preliminary sexual evaluation, before any changes were begun.
+He led Alison down a curving windowless corridor, and as they walked, M tried to make small talk. ""How are you today, Alison?"" he asked.
+""Oh I'm well, Master, thank you.""
+That was apparently all she had to say. Subjects in Trance state Alpha were not known for their scintillating conversation.
+M found the room he was looking for an opened the door. There were two chairs and a medical examination table. Next to the table was a biometric instrument of some sort.
+""Would you please?"" M asked, indicating the examination table, and Alison hopped up onto it and arranged herself. M attached the various electrode sensors to her forehead and scalp, her breasts and shoulders, her stomach and the insides of her thighs. A very slim soft plastic probe went into her vagina. ""This may tickle a bit.""
+""It's cold."" she said.
+""It will warm up in a second. How is it now?""
+""Fine"" she said.
+""Good. Now, just relax. We have a film we'd like you to watch.""
+M pulled down a flat screen TV monitor in front of the table, turned off the lights, started the instrument and hit PLAY on the disc player. Then as the film started, he sat down next to her with a clipboard on his lap.
+The film started with scenes of couples kissing and fondling each other and moved into more extreme scenes of sex, homosexuals, intercourse, oral sex, S&M, exhibitionism, masturbation, almost every activity that mankind had learned to involve his gonads in for pleasure, and as the scenes played, M watched Alison's readout on the instrument. All the scenes she saw apparently appealed to her; all the functions on the printout showed increased activity as the film progressed and she became more aroused. The only dips occurred during anal rape, bestiality, and scat, which was not at all unusual.
+By the time the film ended, all of Alison's functions had increased to the high- arousal stage and M asked her. ""How do you feel?""
+""Well!"" she said. ""That was quite a film. I feel…you know…kind of horny.""
+""Yes?"" he asked.
+She nodded. Her eyes were on him and she was rubbing her thighs through the gown. Her hips were moving slightly. She was waiting for him to do something, but all he did was slip in another disc.
+""Okay now,"" he said, hitting the play button again. ""Now please watch this message, Alison.""
+""Hello."" James' image said from the screen. His face smiled, then his voice took on a low and soothing tone. ""Relax. Relax. You feel wonderful, completely at ease, safe and protected. You are loved and valued.
+""I want to introduce you to a new trance state. This is called Trance State Gamma. You will like trance state Gamma. You will feel wonderful when you are in trance state Gamma. You will enter trance state Gamma whenever your Master commands. In Trance state Gamma, you have no inhibitions. You are not afraid of anything, you are not ashamed of anything in trance state Gamma. You know you are perfect and beautiful and everyone loves you when you are in trance state Gamma. In trance state Gamma you will do whatever you feel like doing as long as your Master permits it, because you know that everyone wants to do whatever you want to do. Do you understand trance state Gamma? If you understand, then I will turn over your control to your supervising Master, and you will do just what he commands you. Good day.""
+""Trance state Gamma."" M announced.
+He had never put a woman in Gamma and he was a bit worried as to what to expect. Alison immediately began to writhe slowly on the table and her breathing became deep and slow. She ran her hands sensuously down her body, stopping to cup and squeeze her breasts, then trailing down to pull at her crotch. ""Oh God, yes!"" she hissed. ""I'm so fucking hot!"" Her hips began to rotate against the seat.
+Suddenly catching site of M, she looked at him from beneath her brows as her lips curled sensuously. ""Fuck me."" she said hotly. ""Please fuck me. I want your cock inside me. I want you so bad.""
+M smiled uneasily. It didn't look like she had any major inhibitory reactions. He made a note on his clipboard.
+Alison reached out and snagged him by his belt and pulled him to her. She rolled partially on her side and tore at his pants, opening them and pushing his shorts out of the way until she could grab his cock.
+She looked at him with a ferocious smile. ""Oh yes, baby! I want this! I want this all over!""
+Before he could stop her she sucked his flaccid cock into her mouth, growling like an animal. She sucked at him, letting his prick pop out of her mouth occasionally so she could roll it over her face as she hummed with pleasure. Despite himself M began to grow in her hot, wet mouth. She held his cock with one hand while the other delved under her gown to shamelessly massage her pussy.
+""Oh baby, baby, baby!"" she murmurs as she rubbed his hard cock all over her face, smearing saliva and his secretions on her lips and cheeks. She gulped him down again and M groaned as she took him in. His head rolled back as she sucked on his cock, hard.
+This is what he's supposed to do, he thought. He's supposed to test her native sexuality and determine if she should be treated to be more sexually aggressive or less sexually inhibited. So far it seemed like her block is definitely inhibitory. With her inhibitions hypnotically removed, she was a cock hungry tigress.
+""Mmm!"" she groaned, his juice leaving sticky strings between her lips as she pumped his wet shaft and milked out a big drop of pre-cum. ""Mmm yes, baby, yes!"" she moaned, licking it up. She takes him down to the root and he feels his head hit her soft palate. She gags but does not stop as saliva begins to drip from her eager lips.
+He could hear her other hand working in the sopping pit of her pussy now, could hear her abusing herself and slapping her clit in her excitement as she sucked his cock. He was fully hard now and he pulled away with her still hanging on, and he struggled with her to get her to let go of his tool.
+:Wait! Wait!"" he said. ""I've got to fuck you!""
+When she heard this her eyes rolled up into her head in ecstasy. ""Oh baby, that's what I want too!""
+Quickly she shucked out of her hospital gown and laid back down on the table, raising her knees to her chest and holding her pussy open for him.
+""Oh come on! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me with your big cock, baby! I need it so bad!""
+He dropped his pants and got up on the step between her legs. The table was at the right height for his cock to be perfectly aligned with her pussy, and as he moved towards her she spread her legs wide then closed them over his ass, trying desperately to pull him inside. ""Please, baby, please!"" she groaned, holding herself open and rubbing her clit violently.
+M laid the head of his cock in the hot pool of juice that had collected in her pussy and stared down as he saw her pussy seem to grab at him, trying to suck him inside. He'd never seem a woman so hot in his life. Her hips were bucking as if she were already climaxing and he hasn't even entered her yet.
+He pulled her hands off his cock and held them away from her body as he leaned his weight on his cock and began to push his way into her marshy depths. Her head was tilted back, her eyes stared sightlessly at the wall behind her as his cock began to stretch her out, pushing a shock wave of hot pussy flesh ahead of it as he crammed it into her. She groaned as if her soul were being torn from her body.
+Inch by inch and centimeter by centimeter he sunk into her tightness, feeling her insides spasm as they tried to adapt to him, her thighs trembling on either side of her body. He went in excruciatingly slowly, she was so tight, and the pressure of his big piece as it sunk into her seemed like it was more than she could bear.
+She clawed at his chest, tore at her own breasts, her fingers trapping and twisting her nipples in a desperate search for even more extreme sensation.
+She is finally loose enough so that he can move, and no sooner had be pumped into her once or twice than she comes in a shuddering climax, her back arched, her small breasts vibrating on her chest with the force of her orgasm. Her sheath contacts upon him like a Chinese finger trap, milking and squeezing as she comes, and M can't hold out. He thrusts into her, his ass clenches tightly, and he erupts into her, four, five, six times before falling across her limp and gasping body.
+He picks up the clipboard. Where it says: ""Uninhibited Sexual Response"" he check the box next to ""Optimal"".
+Two weeks later it is a different Alison C who stood naked an hypnotized on the pedestal before the assembled Masters as Master M explains her features with a pointer.
+""True blond hair above and below, other non-facial body hair permanently depilitated. Her lower legs were extended by 7 centimeters, upper leg by 2 centimeters to make her more leggy. Some bony process on her kneecaps were subducted and smoothed to give a nice, clean line. Plantar ligaments in her feet were lengthened to allow her to wear extra-high heeled footwear for protracted time without cramping to her feet or toe damage.""
+The pedestal revolved slowly until her back is to the audience.
+""Back here we rebuilt the gluteal mass and reshaped the buttocks into a more spherical form and tightened the ligaments to provide lift—that 'saucy derriere' that everyone seems to want. The interbuttock cleavage line was extended while the interbuttock distance was reduced by forty percent. giving that nice, tight 'booty'. We did no work on the ano-rectal region as per our agreement with Mr. C.""
+""Nice ass!"" someone calls from the audience.
+""Thank you."" Master M says. ""Jenkins did it. I really can't take credit.""
+""That Jenkins makes a hell of an ass!"" the voice said.
+The platform revolved again so that Alison was now facing the audience again.
+""Errr, the internal vaginal muscle tone was increased by thirty percent resulting in a corresponding decrease in resting vaginal diameter. We increased her internal elasticity so that how she recovers her tone faster to avoid stretch-out."" Master M resumed. ""She can just about crack walnuts with it now…""
+""Master M, Please."" James said from the audience.
+""Oh. Sorry. Anyhow, all we did was a little cosmetic work down here and of course the standard clitoral enlargement. She came to us in pretty good shape. We enhanced the size of the G-spot and made it more accessible as well as increasing the amount of inervation in her channel for enhanced sensitivity. We increased the capacity and ducting of her Bartholin's glands for more efficient and rapid self-lubrication during arousal, and of course we supplied her with long term depot-based birth control to prevent pregnancy.
+""Now up here we expanded her bust from a B cup to a C+. I didn't want to give her anything more at the moment. You know what they say, you can always go up, it's not that easy coming down, and personally, I thought a C+ was plenty for her frame. Anyhow, you can see that she now has a natural cleavage, and the angle of the upper slope is a very youthful one-ten degrees. Inner breasts pressure was increased accordingly to enhance her springiness without losing any of their natural jiggle. We expanded the nipple area proportionally to the breast augmentation, and increased the stiffness and size of the nipples during erection so that they are now capable of showing clearly through a fairly heavy sweatshirt or sweater.""
+The audience murmured appreciatively
+""In her face we just smoothed out some wrinkles, enhanced her muscle tone and gave her lips a little collagen boost for that blow-job-ready look, nothing major.""
+He stopped and put down the pointer.
+""And psychological?"" James asked.
+""Oh!"" M yelped. ""Forgot, heh-heh. Well, we were lucky with Alison. All we had to do was lower her inhibitory barriers. She already had all the zip she needed. She was just afraid to use it. And since she'll probably undergo more modification in the future, we just used hypnotherapy and drugs to lower her inhibitions. That way the changes are easily reversible.
+""Any questions?"" he asked.
+Evans raised a hand. ""You still have to have her styled, I take it?""
+""Oh yes. Definitely. In fact, she's going to the salon this afternoon to have her hair done and find a look for her.""
+""Are you leaning towards anything?""
+M shrugged, ""Well, personally, I was thinking something along the lines of 1960's slut,. or some kind of slut. But slut, definitely.""
+There were murmurs of approval from the audience. You couldn't go wrong with a slut look
+James stood up. ""Well, Master M. I think you've done admirably for a first project. Very nicely done. In fact, when she's been polished I wouldn't mind you bringing her by my suite. I'd like to see how she performs.""
+The makeup turned out to be easier than the clothes. First of all, Master Maurice thought that a 60's retro look would be just fabulous, so he gave her a 1960's style hairdo, straightening the natural waves so that her long hair hung down to the middle of her back. Bangs made her look very young and innocent. Then Master Bruce did her makeup, heavy on the dark eyeliner and metallic blue eye shadow, pale lipstick with heavy gloss to give her what he referred to as ""cum-smeared lips"". When they finished she looked like teenager who'd just been orally raped.
+In Wardrobe they had some difficulty. Maybe Master M was just being cautious with his first project, but he thought the fishnet stockings made her look just too cheap. Brother Joe who was in charge of the wardrobe that day shrugged.
+""Too cheap?"" he asked. ""There ain't no such thing as too cheap in my book.""
+They settled on a knit mini-dress in taupe, with gray garterless seamed stockings, and black pumps with four-inch heels. The dress buttoned all the way up the front, and M found that he had to leave all the buttons undone down to the level of her nipples in order to keep the dress from puckering. Since she wasn't wearing a bra he had some worry that she might spill out of the dress, but it was tight enough that she was kept in place, and the stretchy knit fabric made her breasts look as if they couldn't wait to burst out. For modesty's sake he made her wear a black thong.  
+The final test would be when M put her into her final trance state, trance state Omega. This was a state designed for her alone, where all the psychological modifications they had made would be activated. In Omega, she would be the finished product and ready for use.
+M had been careful with the design of her final trance state. He wanted her inhibitions low, but not so low she would be clawing at every man she saw. He also wanted her to be able to remember who she'd been when she came here so that she would be conscious of the changes that had been done on her body. He knew a few cases that had been able to remember, and to his mind this gave them an extra erotic edge that memory-blocked girls just didn't have.
+When she was finally ready, he took her to a quiet corner and looked her over once more. She was still in Beta, the deepest trance level. Her eyes were glassy, her lips parted and expectant. Her breasts thrust out aggressively, her ass was high and proud, the roundness of each buttock obvious through her knit dress. He licked his lips.
+""Trance state Omega."" he said.
+Suddenly she came to life. Her eyes focused and she blinked them several times, trying to get her bearings. Then she looked down at herself and smiled.
+""Oh yes."" she said. ""Oh yes I like this!""
+She stretched, feeling her new body. Her new breasts pushed out the bodice of the dress so far that M was afraid she'd pop a button. She took a few steps and went to one of the full length mirrors.
+""Oh yes, I like this very much! Oh my gosh, look at my boobs!"" she said. She turned to M. ""Did you do this to me?""
+""Well, I was in charge."" he said nervously.
+""Oh my ass! What a gorgeous ass! Oh my God! I'm so sexy."" she said. ""So sexual."" She ran her hands down her new body.
+""How do you feel?"" he asked.
+""I feel absolutely great! I feel like I'm twenty years old! God, am I horny, too!"" she smiled at him. ""Now how can I ever thank you?"" she asked suggestively.
+M shook his head ruefully. ""Sorry, I can't. Supervising Masters aren't allowed to have sex with their own creations. It's the rule. So we don't make all our girls look like we'd like them to look. But from now on, any Master who wants you may have you.""
+She looked at him curiously, as if that sounded vaguely familiar to her.
+""Here"" he said, handing her a pair of mirrored sunglasses. ""I know how you'll want to check out the faces of the men checking you out. Come on I'll show you around. Do you remember your name?""
+""Of course,"" she said, taking the sunglasses and slipping them on. ""I'm Alison. No, wait. I used to be Alison. Now I'm different. Now I think I'll be Ally.""
+She pulled back some strands of blonde hair and looked at him. ""How do I look?"" she asked.
+He saw his own face in her glasses. His mouth was open. ""Fucking great."" was all he said.
+It took her only a few steps to get used to her heels, and then she adopted a very sexy, aggressive swagger, her hips working liquidly behind the tight skirt, her breasts jiggling provocatively. She held his arm as they walked so that he could feel her heavy tits as they bounced, and the soft sound of her stockings rubbing together drove him wild.
+They walked across the main lobby of the Mansion where many of the Masters had their offices, and they had not gone far when they bumped into James.
+""Well who have we here?"" James asked with a smile.
+""Er…this is Ally."" M said. ""Ally, this is Master James. He runs the place.""
+""How do you do?"" she asked politely.
+""Very well, Ally. Quite well."" he turned to M. ""Well, I think that you've pretty much finished your project now, Master M. I'm sure I can take over from here. I'd like to have your final report as soon as possible.""
+M got the hint. ""Of course, Master James."" he said softly, turning and heading for his own office on the third floor.
+Well, he thought, I guess it is something to have the Grand Master like your work enough to want to take her for his own use. But still…
+James took Ally over to the bar and got her a drink. He could look down at her chest and see a big shadow of cleavage and most of the upper part of her creamy breasts, and he loved the way her nipples were faintly visible through the knit dress where they caused the stitches to part from the thrust of her tits.
+Ally could remember enough of her training to recall that she was now supposed to act like a slut, but she didn't feel especially sluttish. She felt desirable, confidant, and totally in control. She was pretty sure she could handle James or any other Master that might come poking around. In fact, she felt absolutely devastating. She gave James a good long look at her new dream tits, pushing them out innocently as she pretended to look around the room.
+Go ahead and look! she thought, Because that's as close as you're going to get. So eat your heart out!
+""Why don't we go into my office?"" James asked her.
+She shrugged. ""Why not?""
+They walked into James' office and he closed the door behind him. Ally was surprised to see that in addition to a desk and chair, there was a full sized double bed.
+He turned to her with a smile. ""Okay bitch, now let me see how you can use that mouth!"" he said, unzipping his pants.
+Ally was shocked by his words, but she was even more shocked by her reaction. She felt a sudden surge of erotic heat in her pussy and her legs felt weak, she began to salivate and she had an almost overwhelming urge to feel his big cock in her mouth. She remembered enough about old Alison to know that this reaction was \totally out of character, but she could not deny the helpless thrill that shot through her. His words were more exciting than anything she had ever heard in her life.
+""Yes, Master."" she heard herself say, and to her astonishment she fell to her knees before him and opened her mouth.
+James took his big black cock and slapped it heavily against her open lips, and each slap was an erotic jolt to her body. She felt her nipples harden and her pussy gush with wetness as her labia began to swell.
+""Nnngh!"" she moaned as she pursued his cock with her open mouth like a baby bird vying for its mother's attention. Finally, when he was hard enough, he let the head on his cock fall into her mouth and she sucked him in, humming in pleasure as she felt his thickness slide over her lips.
+The feeling in her mouth was unbearably erotic, and the idea that she was giving pleasure to a Master just increased her arousal. She took his shaft in one hand and began to masturbate him while with the other hand she tickled his balls with her long nails.
+""Yes!"" he hissed down at her, ""Suck my cock you little slut!""
+His words inflamed her so much she had to open her mouth around his cock and groan while she continued to work her mouth back and forth on his tool. Yes she was a little slut, and the words filled her with a delicious shame, a thrill of wickedness. She was a little slut and she loved it.
+He felt so incredibly virile and potent on her tongue, like essence of male. Her body ached now with need and emptiness, and with her own hand she began to squeeze her breasts, finding them incredibly sensuous both to her touch and in their response. The pleasure she felt in her breasts merged with the ache in her pussy to set her body on fire.
+""Mmmm! Mmm!"" With both hands on his cock she fucked her face on him, slurping and licking his dick with her tongue, stopping every so often to suck him deep, deep, fighting not to gag, wanting to feel him in her stomach. She shoved him deep back against her tonsils and closed her throat on him, making him groan, and when she pulled his cock from her mouth, working fast to swallow her mouthful of saliva, long streams of mucus and pre-cum stretched from her swollen lips to the head of his cock., and these she swiped up with her tongue and fed back into her mouth.
+""That's it cunt!"" he whispered, ""You little cock-sucking tramp! Now get up here and get that fucking dress off!""
+Shuddering at the delicious sting of his words, she reluctantly let go of his beautiful cock and stood, her eyes smoldering. She had no choice, but she wanted to do it too. She wanted him to see her nakedness. She didn't bother with all the buttons. She just pulled the dress open and the buttons gave. She put her arms back and let the garment fall from her shoulders.
+He watched her disrobe with a leer on his face. He knew the mental turmoil she was going through as the woman she had been struggled with the woman she had become, and M was right: it did add to the thrill. He liked it that the old Alison was still around to watch the new Ally's degradation. It made it more exciting.
+James got on the bed with his cock pointing straight up. ""Come on baby. Take off that thing and suck me off. I'm not done with you yet.""
+She stripped off the flimsy thong that had covered her pussy and got on the bed wearing only her stockings, unable to stop herself. She fell on his cock with a strangled moan of lust and began bobbing her head up and down and beating him off again, her ass in the air, her new tits swaying and slapping against his thigh. Every time she took him especially deep he rewarded her with a sharp slap on her exposed ass, which was like a jolt of pure pleasure to her, making her squeal and suck faster. Her face was wet and a mixture of saliva and his secretions ran down the stalk of his cock and over her pumping hands.
+She was desperately aroused, almost in pain, and she longed to suck him deeper, to fill her mouth with his meat. She couldn't believe the change in herself. She wanted him to slap her, to use her, and one part of her was filled with shame at her lewd behavior, while the rest of her—the new Ally—reveled in the degradation.
+She heard the door open but didn't dare lift her mouth off James' delicious cock, not even when James said, ""Master Evans! Come on in and check this out!'
+Through the squishing and sudsy sounds of her mouth on James' enormous black cock she heard another man say. ""That's Master M's girl, isn't it?""
+""Fuckin-ay"" James said breathlessly ""The whore's got a mouth on her! Christ on a crutch!""
+She felt a hand slide over her ass. ""She's got a gorgeous ass too. I saw her in the lobby! Mind if I join?""
+Ally moaned. She pulled her mouth off James' tool and looked over her shoulder at Evans. He was a powerfully built man with salt-and pepper hair and a moustache and he was looking at her with undisguised lust. Ally was outraged and embarrassed to be caught naked with a strange man's prick in her mouth, and she meant to tell him to leave her the hell alone, but that was not what came out.
+Instead she had the sudden image of a thick cock sinking into her from behind, so clear she could almost feel it, and her excitement just overwhelmed her shame. She wiggled her ass back at him and groaned with desire. ""Fuck me!"" she cooed. ""Fuck me while I suck his cock!""
+Evans' hand slipped over the roundness of her ass and into her crack, reached beneath her into her wetness and sloshed around in her swampy cunt, his thumb pressing against her asshole.
+""Oh yeah."" Evans sighed. ""That's an ass! That Jenkins is a fucking wizard!""
+The feel of his rough hand on her was so delicious, so exciting, she thought she might swoon. She spread her legs wide and dropped her back lower, pushing her ass up towards his hand as he continued to fondle her, The engorged bud of her artificially enlarged clit peeked from between her lips and as his finger ran over it she moaned deeply and shuddered. She could feel her excited oils just swamping her pussy, running down her labia and dripping in long strings onto the bed below. If she didn't get something hard into her fast she would go mad.
+She reached beneath her and dipped two fingers into her pussy, capturing her clit between them and began to masturbate as she sucked on James' cock, fucking her hips up and back. Again, one part of her looked on in absolute horror while the other part just reveled in what she was doing. Her fingers were quickly soaked, her oils coating her manicured nails.
+""Suck me, bitch! Suck my big black cock!"" James hissed. ""Fuck her Evans! I want to see this slut come when she drinks my jizz!""
+She felt Evans get on the bed behind her, and she pressed her belly even lower to the bed, cocking her ass up obscenely. She cried out as she felt the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy, and then howled as he pushed himself into her, stretching her out, stuffing her.
+""Oh Christ yeah!"" he growled. ""She's tighter than hell!""
+""Oh Fuck!"" she screamed, her mouth full of saliva and James' secretions. ""Oh fuck yes!""
+Lights went off behind Ally's eyes, She froze, not even daring to masturbate as she filled with a wonderful mix of pleasure and pain as Evans cock plowed her open. Evans grabbed his big tits and used them for leverage as he squeezed his cock into her, and little orgasms crackled through her body like heat lightening.
+""Oh shit, baby!"" James moaned. He could feel Ally's new excitement in her sudden desperate sucking on his cock.. ""Don't stop now, you little cock sucker, I'm going to come!""
+Unable to breath for the pleasure she felt, Ally pulled her mouth off his cock and James impatiently brushed her hand away. He took his cock in his own hand and began to masturbate, holding her hair in his other hand, aiming the head of his cock right at her open mouth.
+""Here, bitch! Here. you little whore! Ugh! Ugh!""
+His hips leaped up from the bed and he began to shoot into Ally's mouth, splattering his come on her tongue and face. Overcome with excitement Ally put her face down on his thigh as his cock continued to erupt with his pearly semen, flooding his come over her cheek and into her mouth.
+Evans now began to plunge into her, but she was so tight he could hardly move. He watched her pussy as it puckered in and out with the movements of his cock, and Ally felt as though her entire insides were moving with him. She grunted like an animal as he squeezed her big tits and pressed his thumbs into her stiff nipples, the pain mixing with the burning pleasure she felt, and her hand resumed its frantic masturbation of her clit. Her legs were spread wide, the tendons in her thighs standing out sharply and juice hung in viscous streams from her overstuffed pussy as he fucked into her, his groin slapping sharply against her upraised ass.
+""Too tight!"" Evans gasped. ""Too fucking much! I'm gonna make it! Fucking bitch you're gonna make me come!""
+He slapped her ass hard as he felt his come approaching, and Ally felt him swell inside her, He squeezed her tits and pulled her back, impaling her on his hard cock. She screamed through her come-strung lips as she felt him throb inside her, and as the first bolt of come blast into her she let herself go, falling into a shattering orgasm, her body writhing and twisting, her tight pussy milking Evans' cock with spasms of release. Her face fell on James' leg, smearing her cheek in the puddle of come that had collected there as she moaned and sobbed in overwhelming pleasure.
+Finally Evans' deep throbbing slowed and stopped as he spit the last of his semen into her. The come began to ooze out of her pussy, and as he pulled out a large wad of their mixed juice followed it, sliding down the inside of her thigh. Evans got shakily to his feet.
+""Yeah, Master James."" he said. ""I think this one's ready."""
+307,The Training Ch. 03,TheEarl,Chain Stories,2003-01-08,2003-01-08,2022-01-08 03:55:55,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-training-ch-03,Alice leaves Master James's office.,"['Ally Body', 'Ally Felt', 'Captive Body', 'Chain Story', 'James Office', 'Lips Curved', 'Master Hands', 'Private Quarters', 'Q', 'Sudden Rush']",4.6,"_Hello and welcome one and all to my first chain story. Thanks go to Alicia Charms for being brave enough to submit a chain story in the first place, Dr Mabeuse for writing such a good 2nd chapter and Tatewaki for letting me slip in front of him in the queue._
+If you haven't read the previous two chapters: go read them. Or else you won't understand anything that's going on. Feedback is always appreciated and remember to vote before you leave (5 is a nice number, hint, hint).
+Hope you enjoy. The Earl.
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+Alison scurried out of Master James’s office, pulling at her dishevelled dress to try and get it to return to some kind of respectability. It seemed impossible that it could ever have covered her; it was two sizes too small. She was aware of avaricious eyes staring at her as she scuttled through the bar and she could feel Ally’s hyper-libido start to surface again. She could feel the eyes coursing over her body, which was slipping further out of her disarrayed garments with every stride. She had to get away from them before she did something…something else she regretted.
+Spying an open door, she ran in, slamming it behind her. The room was dark and furnished only with a bed. Another of the ‘playrooms’ she thought bitterly. She sank down on the bed and surveyed herself in the full-length mirror that was on one of the walls. She looked like a doll.
+This wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted to be more aggressive in sex, but not this. She’d just had her veto power over her body removed at the slightest hint that a guy was interested in her and had rolled over to be fucked. Was she going to do this every time a man came near her? Was the rest of her life going to be spent being fucked six ways from Sunday by any man that showed an interest?
+She smiled involuntarily. It had felt good though. Maybe it would be fun to go out there again and see what the other Masters were like…
+Alison resisted this chain of thought. That was Ally speaking: the out of control nympho, who appeared to be controlling any of her thoughts about sex. Fuck, it felt like her head was splitting. Alison felt like she was in control, but she knew as soon as anyone else turned up, she was going to be left a helpless bystander while Ally fiddled with her body. She had to go and find Master M. Maybe he could put her back in control.
+Suddenly the door swung open, banging back against the wall. A hooded figure stood in the door, silhouetted by the bright light that streamed in. Alison raised a hand to her forehead, her eyes squinting as she tried to make out the figure from the blinding sudden light. Then it spoke.
+“Come with me.” The voice was quiet and soft, but carried an unmistakeable air of command. Alison got up from the bed before she realised and followed the figure from the room.
+Q had observed Alison’s presentation from the back of the auditorium because it would have been considered presumptuous by the other masters to move closer. It was a very difficult position to maintain. On one hand, the other Masters couldn’t manage without Q’s undoubted skills, but on the other, the renegade Master represented the very anathema of their personal ambitions and opinions. They were all very strict doms who took great pleasure in humiliating their subjects, while Q was happy just to enjoy them. As sole member of a minority group, all sorts of opinions and expectations were attached to the renegade master. Q actually had no problem with their sexual quirks; they could do whatever they wanted, but the other masters resented any difference from their norm.
+Alison’s noisy performance earlier had peaked Q’s interest and the sudden exit had settled it. The master had flicked up the gown’s hood and decided to take her to more private quarters.
+Alison followed, her mind consumed with fiery thoughts of hate and fury while her body trotted meekly towards this strange Master’s private quarters. From what she’d seen of the other Masters, they’d all been loquacious and smarmy. This one hadn’t said anything apart from that first sentence and had crept with an odd grace away, not barracking or boasting with colleagues on the way out. Curiouser and curiouser.
+Her interest was caught further by the fact that her leader wasn’t taking his hood down. Maybe this one didn’t love himself as much as Master James.
+They turned into the quarters. It was well lit and spacious, but most of the room was taken up by a huge bed. It looked like the room had been designed around the bed, rather than the bed chosen for the room. As Alison turned to look at the Master, Q flicked her hood back, delighting in the look of blank incomprehension in Alison’s face as it revealed long jet-black hair and a definitely feminine face.
+“But…but…but,” she stuttered, her mouth working without the brain having fully recovered from its shock yet. Q stopped her with one finger laid softly against her lips. The hand spread and her palm slid smoothly across Alison’s cheek and down to her neck. Q stepped forward and kissed her.
+The feeling rushed through Alison and she felt a deep surge of erotic energy pulse through her body as soft red lips pressed into hers. Her lips parted and she began to kiss back; hesitantly at first, but with more conviction as each second passed.
+They broke away and Alison reached for composure with the last vestiges of her control. “Who are you? Are you a Master?”
+“I am Master Q.” At the confirmation that she’d kissed another Master, another erotic thrill rushed through Alison and she struggled not to throw herself at the woman in front of her. Q continued, amused at her reaction. “I am the only female Master. They…tolerate me because of my unparalleled talents in my field. I tolerate them because I get to enjoy the fruits of their labours. Like you.” Her finger traced the line of Alison’s jaw and she watched, enthralled as the girl shivered at her touch.
+Ally felt her body rolling on the grace and smoothness of the unexpected English accent. Q’s voice seemed like liquid honey, dripping from her throat and coating everything she said with a soft allure.
+“I must say, they’ve done a very good job on you.” Ally’s body thrilled with the compliment and she felt the mysterious Master’s hands skim down her back to clasp her arse briefly. Q’s lips curved seductively into a satisfied grin. “Oh yes, that’s good. Jenkins is an utter genius.”
+They kissed again and Ally felt herself falling as Q manoeuvred her gently back onto the bed. Inside her head, a solitary voice was screaming that this wasn’t her, this wasn’t what she did, this wasn’t her…
+Q’s hand grazed over her hips and the voice was quashed in the sheer thrill of pleasure. The renegade master moved her fingers, pressing firmly against Ally’s hips. The movements were slight, yet intensely erotic. Ally whimpered.
+“I am the foremost expert in nerve technology.” Q spoke softly, her lips nuzzling Ally’s ear. “The other masters tolerate me, because I am the only woman in the world who can rewire your nerve endings to produce this kind of effect.” As she spoke, her fingers slid down the outside of Ally’s thigh, just grazing the skin, but causing all of her hairs to stand on end. Her other hand had worked its way between them and stroked across Ally’s stomach, seamlessly pulling apart the dress in a deft slight of hand.
+Q’s smile broadened at the effect she was having on Ally and she removed the remnants of the dress to view the blonde’s body properly. Ally was now clad only in a black thong which contrasted sharply against the tone of her skin, making the sight of her somehow more erotic than if she’d been completely naked.
+Q stood back from the bed and Alison sat up, rising with the Master’s movements as though they were attached by an invisible thread. She ached for the Master, her body reactions completely alien to her. Q undid some unseen fastening inside her gown. She wriggled her shoulders in an unexpectedly feminine manner and her robe slid to the floor, revealing nothing underneath.
+In the sudden nudity, Ally was slightly surprised to note that Q had a fairly modest body: no voluptuous curves, no blonde hair, no huge breasts. The Master was slender and petite in a way not suggested by the all-concealing robes. It was something of a contrast to her new body; almost an antithesis. It was, however, one of the most desirable things she’d ever seen in her life.
+Q smirked at Ally’s undisguised admiration. James had probably just used her to get off. Q took it as an obligation to show Ally the advantages of being a slave.
+Ally reached out, her hand extended in a gesture of sheer desire, but Q shoved her roughly back onto the bed. The Master followed her onto the silk sheets, straddling her prostrate captive, her pussy pushing against the thin black thong that decorated Ally’s groin. Q pulled thin extendable straps from the bedposts and fastened them to Ally’s wrists, securing her to the bed. Ally’s body thrilled with the feeling of total submission; her body was being taken without her having any say in the matter and the adrenalin pulsed through her system.
+Q roughly kissed her, her hands frantically roving her captive’s body, attempting to explore every inch in a second. Then, her initial all-consuming lust temporarily sated, she began to slowly move down Ally’s body, kissing and licking at Ally’s neck.
+Every touch was glorious pleasure, a firebrand attached to her nerves, almost painful in it’s intensity. Ally struggled against the straps, desperately trying to free a hand, so she could touch herself. She needed to touch herself, needed an ever more extreme sensation and the fact that her bonds were preventing it brought out a strange frustration which aroused her further.
+Q’s hands cupped Ally’s perfectly rounded breasts, enjoying their weight and the smooth silkiness of the skin. Her thumbs caressed a jutting nipple and she couldn’t resist slipping her mouth over it to suck, her tongue exploring the crinkled skin of the aureolae. Ally jumped, electricity coursing through her veins. Hairs stood up and her skin fizzed as Q trailed her fingertips lightly over her stomach.
+Q’s movements were slow and languorous, but her hands seemed to be everywhere. Ally started to pant; her breathing coming in short sharp bursts as the Master’s hands awakened every inch of her skin.
+Q looked up at her, the smirk plastered across her face. Ally stared into her eyes, abstractly noticing that they were brown, as the Master’s grin grew. Q’s fingertips were drawing little diagrams on her captive’s inner thigh and, although not touching her groin, was sending fireworks up and down Ally’s left leg, igniting her pussy.
+Q stayed there for a second, one hand propping her up to look into her captive’s eyes so that she could watch Ally’s face. Her alabaster skin was flushed and her over-the-top makeup was smudged with sweat. Q’s fingers slid further up Ally’s leg with every movement, causing a jerk and a gasp as her fingers got closer and closer, but never quite touched.
+Ally closed her eyes, her senses focusing on the trailing hand that was causing her so much agony and ecstasy in equal measures. Every time the hand circled near her pussy, she bucked her hips, desperately trying to force it to make contact. She was only vaguely aware of a hand tugging at her thong, before it was suddenly gone. She opened her eyes to see Q waving a small pair of scissors.
+Q tossed away the thong and deliberately slid her fingers up to brush the outer edge of Alison’s shaven quim. Alison jumped further, a small moan escaping from her lips. Q’s lips curved as the smirk widened further. She pulled away slightly to attach straps to Ally’s ankles, the palms of her hands trailing down Ally’s legs as she moved, before gently squeezing her heels. Ally watched Q’s lithe body move, her hyper-libido preventing her from removing her eyes from the Master’s arse. Q slid back up her body, resuming her position between Ally’s legs. Her fingers crept to her captive’s pussy, drawing little circles just above her clit, before sliding down and pressing inside her.
+Ally closed her eyes, her entire body shuddering with the intense sensations racking her. Sure, she’d been with another woman before, but it had never been anything like this. Q pressed in and withdrew slightly to add a second finger. Ally’s pussy was soaking the sheets and the corkscrewing motion of Q’s fingers as she thrust in and out weren’t doing anything to decrease her arousal.
+The rhythmic stroking was driving Ally mad. She groaned, a sound resonating from the very depths of her body. Q’s other hand was running up and down the outside of Ally’s thighs, the lesser sensation providing a perfect counterpoint to the other. That was drowned out by a sudden rush of sensation, as Q added a turn to her rhythm, pressing upwards to find her G-spot. Ally whimpered, her entire body going slack as the sudden pressure on her sensitive spot collapsed her joints.
+Q could feel a rush of excitement entering her as she fingered her captive. Her body was responding to Ally’s little moans and the feelings that she got from doing this were close to overwhelming her. Unable to resist it any longer, she bent her neck and applied her tongue to Ally.
+The effect was electric. Ally threw her head back, almost screaming with the intensity of her pleasure and her hips bucked, trying to force more of Q’s tongue onto her. Q began to lick her, using the flat of her tongue to drag over the top of her captive’s pussy while her fingers continued to move, pressing and thrusting, applying pressure to Ally’s clit from both sides. The Master had to restrain herself from licking like a frantic dog and concentrate all her efforts into a slow and steady rhythm.
+Ally could feel her orgasm building, a hot coal inside her. Her skin felt boiling and it felt like she was giving off waves of heat as the pleasure throbbed inside her. She bit her lip, her teeth scoring the inside as the Master’s attentions convulsed her body. Her back arched and the ecstasy spilled over, emanating from her groin and shaking her body, her pussy convulsing around Q’s fingers. She felt like she was screaming, her body disintegrating in the force of her pleasure, but all that escaped her lips was a long drawn-out moan.
+Q shuddered, a wave of pleasure crossing her at Ally’s orgasm. She waited until Ally had completely finished, before withdrawing her administrations. Leaning forwards, she licked her captive’s stomach, enjoying the salty taste of Ally’s sweat.
+Ally lay back on the bed, feeling as though any moment she was going to sink through it. She was only vaguely aware of Q undoing one of her wrist restraints and by the time she opened her eyes again, the Master was already slipping into her robe.
+Ally sat up, disappointed that it seemed to be ending. “Don’t you want me to…” She fumbled with her other wrist restraint, unfamiliar with the clasp.
+Q smiled as she shucked the robe around her shoulders, the gown enveloping her body. “No, I’m good. No offence, but there are slaves here who know more about how to do it than you. No offence.”
+“Is that why you’re a Master? So that you can find girls who know how to fuck?” Ally asked, a bitter note marring the attempted innocent query.
+Q laughed. “Course not. I’m here because I like giving women pleasure. I know where every nerve in you is and how to work them properly.” She stepped forwards and grabbed Alison’s knee, her thumb pressing just below her kneecap and grinding slowly. Alison jumped, a sudden rush of pleasure infusing her. “I just like to make girls cum.”
+“So why haven’t you gone for the upgrade yourself?”
+“Because I’m pretty already. All those arsehole Masters out there would love to fuck me and change me and make me their property. I’m not letting any one of them mess with my mind. And I’m definitely nobody’s property.” She leant forwards and kissed Alison on the mouth, briefly, but firmly. “I do lend myself out sometimes though.” Another grin caressed her mouth as she flipped up the cowl of her gown to become an androgynous Master again.
+“I’ll tell you one thing though. The only way to work this place is to use it for your own purposes. At the moment you’re struggling with the new you that someone’s put in your mind, you’re not used to the way your body responds or the way your mind responds. You probably feel like you’re there’s someone else at the wheel and like you have no control.
+“It’s not a different person though. Everything that you are now is just everything that you were before. There’s just different aspects of you to the fore at different times. So stop giving yourself a complex and enjoy yourself. You are who you are and if you can accept that all of this is you, then you’ll have a much better time here.”
+She turned to leave. “See you around.”
+As the door shut, Alison was left astounded at her perception. Maybe being Ally wasn’t a bad thing. Hell, if it meant she could experience that again, then it was worth not being in control. She checked herself: She **was** in control. It was just a different aspect of her at different times. She could handle this. She doubled over, her fingers trembling as she attempted to unfasten the ankle manacles, a smile coming to her face as she thought of the possibilities.
+Q walked out of her rooms, but changed direction to walk away from Master James who was waiting outside.
+“So I hear you’ve been enjoying our latest recruit. Are you getting any closer to deciding when you want to be a changee? We could have dinner in my quarters to discuss it if you like.”
+Q walked off, her only reply a raised middle finger held over her shoulder. James smiled and muttered to himself. “Don’t worry Quieta. I’ll get you soon.”
+ _The next chapter should be coming soon. Remember: All writers have fragile egos and if you vote nicely, then they'll be more likely to write more. The 5 vote is just beneath here :D. The Earl_"
+308,The Training Ch. 04,Tatewaki,Chain Stories,2003-02-27,2003-02-27,2022-01-08 03:55:56,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-training-ch-04,Alison is gifted to the Six Eastern Masters,"['Alison Head', 'Eriko', 'Flesh Long', 'Hand Alison', 'Make Alison', 'Master James', 'Masters Guild', 'Roots Hair', 'Sexually Aggressive', 'Slippered Feet']",4.54,"**The Six from Japan**
+Master James had been fucking the living shit out of Alison for hours. She'd been strapped face down into a wrought-iron bondage horse, one with comfortable leather padding and thick leather straps. Her insatiable body had been well used all morning. It finally learned the meaning of the phrase ‘totally spent.' The always cunt-hungry Head Master made sure he ravaged all three of her cock-starved holes, filling them repeatedly with his come. The precious, viscous stuff leaked out of her. It oozed out of her stretched, fully dilated asshole and battered, gaping pussy. She felt like she'd been doing Kegel exercises for ten hours straight. Her pussy couldn't grip anything smaller than an eggplant right now.
+Alison wished that the leather-wrapped iron ring that kept her mouth pried open would vanish. She hated even a drop of James' come escaping from her lips. The ring gag allowed his creamy spunk and her thin drool to flow out of her mouth. It pooled on the polished planks of the walnut flooring. Seeing the white tendrils of his love mixed in with the clear spittle leaking from her mouth made tears well up in her eyes.
+As spent as she felt, Alison knew that if he decided to take her again, she'd be more than willing. Being well-loved without love getting in the way suited her just fine. She knew and accepted the difference. Felix loved her. James fucked her soundly and well, but would discard her in a heartbeat when it suited him.
+She planned to make sure that this never happened.
+""We're late, Alison. You've got to hurry. Make me come one last time."" Master James, the Head of the Masters Guild, undid the straps from behind Alison's head and removed the ring gag. Her sore jaws creaked shut. Before she could properly work out the stiffness Master James' thick, black cock banged at her lips, demanding entrance. Her wide, pearly gates opened for him. His rigid tool brushed past her teeth without being scraped. She was well trained in oral service. She never made such an amateurish mistake. Master James ruthlessly skullfucked the bound woman. Her tightly secured body allowed nothing to move except for her hair as his hips slammed against her lips and nose.
+Alison's toes and fingers grasped empty air, desperate to find solid purchase as Master James rode her face. Her secured wrists and ankles strained in the cuffs, denied even a creak from the well-worn leather. How many others had lay prostrate like this, awaiting his cock? She willed the unpleasant thought away. They were gone. She remained. His cock pulsed inside her mouth. That meant something. The Mansion crawled with attractive, willing women. He could have any of them. He repeatedly chose her to provide him with pleasure. That pleased her in return.
+She had come to enjoy the feeling of helplessness, of being made to serve a man without question. Her pleasure mounted as Master James, usually a silent comer, uttered deep, guttural grunts. Alison sucked as hard as she could. She loathed the brace that kept her from being able to move her head. Bobbing her head would increase the stimulation. She wanted to provide him with the ultimate blowjob, but felt severely limited by the restraints.
+She needn't have worried. Master James had enjoyed his morning. This final act would keep him buoyed all day. He slamfucked her talented mouth, knowing that depriving her of motion for so long, then freeing only this one part of her would result in oral gymnastics of unprecedented artistry and savagery. Her lips and tongue, now free to move, enveloped him in a steaming, sucking pocket of bliss. He wouldn't last much longer. ""I'll come for you if you help, Alison. You have sixty seconds. Fail, and I pull out of you. That’ll mean no more come, Alison. I'll whack off into a handkerchief and toss it away. You want that?"" Her piteous, wounded wails around his cock broke his heart.
+Almost.
+""Then suck me, Alison. Fetch the creme you want so badly out of my balls. You've fifty seconds left.""
+She worked that cock more deftly than a child molding Play-doh. Her cheeks sank inwards as she increased the suction upon him. All her throat muscles were in overdrive, kneading him every time his cock slipped down her throat. She wanted him so bad! She decided his come was her prize for the morning, and she'd get it all. Twenty seconds saw him spurting creamy goodness down into her belly, warming her insides like hot oatmeal on a cold morning. She felt comforted by his semen inside her.
+Master James pulled out of her, sighing. The room swam in his vision. Gods, that woman could handle dick! He hated leaving the warm enclave of her mouth but business awaited. He quickly released her from her bonds, then ordered her to get dressed.
+She dressed in the gauzy, diaphanous, clothing she knew James preferred to see her in. The baggy, translucent pants hid her body in smoky grey shadow. Her silhouette moved enticingly within them. The matching gauze vest hid even less of her. The half-vest left a bare swath down her front and her midriff uncovered. Only a thin gold neck chain that clung to her throat held it together. Her full, round breasts filled out the vest, her nipples and aureoles barely covered. He directed her to don her hand flower, and two exquisitely bejeweled foot flowers. She thrilled to the knowledge that she'd be paraded around barefoot today. Such dazzling accouterments were not meant to be concealed. The fine, scintillating gold mesh and the tiny bells and medallions incorporated into the jewelry glittered in the light as she put on the ornate Indian jewelry. Every move she made set off a cacophony of tiny clinks. A dainty windchime in the warmest of breezes.
+""I have a new piece for you today, Alison. Here."" Master James gave her a necklace with a crystal ring threaded upon it. The detailing on the crystal ring made it look like twisted lengths of flexible, braided rope. She half expected it to collapse inwards when pressed. The solid piece of glass looked like it could be unraveled like real rope.
+""It's beautiful,"" she whispered. ""Thank you.""
+""Yes, it is. Put it on. Never leave it behind when in the mansion from this point onwards."" Before she could question him, Master James snapped a heavy gold girdle around her shapely waist. The low slung belt accentuated her curvaceous, flowing form. It also had a convenient loop where Master James could snap on a leash. He coiled the golden tether in his fist, giving it a slight tug. ""Come along. We've an appointment to keep. But do take the time to greet the membership with the proper respect. Do you understand?""
+""Yes, Head Master James,"" she said. She loved obeying him but hated the assigned task. Small, filthy dicks had no business in her mouth! She only wanted to service him. And her husband Felix, of course.
+Master James led his tethered slave barefoot through the complex. Whenever a Master of suitable station greeted Master James, she gracefully knelt before the startled man and orally serviced him. Like pissing at hydrants, she left her scent upon them as she passed. Even if she never came their way again, they'd be marked by her passage. By the time they reached their destination, Alison's belly gurgled and sloshed with come.
+Not in a pleasant way, either.
+Still, she felt elated with her Master's looks of pride and approval. Even now, Alison remained unsure if this feeling was a natural one or an artificial instinct created by a trance state. She chose to believe it to be a natural proclivity of hers.
+§§§
+Master James and Alison waited in the spacious chamber. She'd never been there before. Her kindly Master answered her unasked question. ""We're waiting for the Eastern Masters to arrive. They'll be here soon.""
+""Eastern?""
+""Asian,"" he clarified. ""Japanese. They've come to see our techniques.""
+""They use different ones?"" Alison sounded surprised. She hadn't realized the Masters Guild was a multinational organization. But why would they need to travel to learn the techniques behind altering appearances? They were Masters, were they not?
+""Different ones, yes. Eriko is a traditionalist, I fear. She doesn't embrace change like I do.""
+""She?"" Alison blurted before she could stop herself.
+""Yes, they allow females in the ranks."" Allison's eyes sparkled at the news. Female members? Suddenly, she spied a route to power she hadn't known existed for her. ""Interesting,"" she drawled.
+They didn't have long to wait. The tall double doors at the end of the chamber opened, allowing a small procession to come inside. Alison held her breath as three women and three men entered, robed in colorful, elegant finery.
+The Japanese, the Masters of the East, had arrived.
+Master James introduced the Six to Alison. Eriko Achida, a short Japanese woman, smiled at her. No kindness marred her delicate features, just rigid civility. Marisha-Ten, the Queen of Heaven, gave her the ability to know the minds and hearts of people, Master James said. Her elegant clothing had ivory mixed with aquamarine and topaz swirls. The mesmerizing pattern upon her robe of office looked as fragile and stylish as the woman herself.
+Her second-in-command and diametric counterpart, Arieru Hirase, worshiped Ohonamoghi of the Earth. She sculpted flesh and bone. Russet and rose quartz paisleys adorned her ivory robes, the expensive looking material rustling in the faint breeze in the room. Her kindly features belied the cold, piercing gaze she kept leveled at Alison. For some reason, Alison sensed that the Japanese woman didn't like her.
+The third woman, Keira Karamorita, gave thanks to Tamon, the Guardian of the North for her power. She dressed in lavender and ivory, rather delicate colours for a woman who dealt in nightmares and fear. She could both instigate doubt and hesitation in people or alleviate them. Her abilities allowed for the amplification of the libido by mental coercion. She gave off an uninterested air, Alison decided. She preferred that to Arieru's unvoiced hostility.
+The handsome man in green and white pushed himself in front of Master James. ""I am Nobuhiro Yoshida. Zocho is my Lord. The Guardian of the South has blessed me with the gift of sculpting desire and fantasy out of the minds of my subjects. I am happy to meet you, Alison."" He bowed to her, the practiced, deep sweep making Eriko's eyes widen almost imperceptibly. ""Glad to meet you, too,"" Alison chirped. At least one of the Japanese had manners! She could believe that he wove desire. His beautiful face and form made her damp between the legs. She liked how his ivory and emerald robe clung to his body, letting her see the play of his muscles over his spare frame as he moved.
+Master James cleared his throat. Nobuhiro pointedly ignored him. He had taken over twenty years to become fluent in English. Why shouldn't he do his own talking?
+Master James continued his introductions. Alison heard him, but kept staring at the bulge that grew and twitched at Nobuhiro's groin. Now, this was a Master she'd love to greet in a hallway!
+Hiroaki Nora, Master James said, represented Jikoku, the Eastern Guardian. He wore ivory and sapphire. He bestowed reason and logic upon those he gifted, or idiocy upon those he cursed. His abilities allowed people to realize why they should or shouldn't act in certain ways. That pricked Alison's interest. A couple of good shots of Scotch whiskey could have the same effect upon her, though alcohol didn't agree with her. All the effects of bottle bravery without the rough morning after? Sign her up.
+The next fellow had looks that put Nobuhiro's to shame! Ryota Shirane personified Zocho, the Western Guardian. He embodied inventiveness and imagination. He knew and could impart advanced sexual techniques. His voluminous ruby and ivory robes reminded Alison of a violated virgin's once- pristine sheets the morning after. Alison found her gaze wandering over his handsome face and broad shoulders. What lay beneath the ornate, draping robes, she wondered? The flashing smile he gave her in return made her nipples stiffen. She found herself pushing out her sizable tits at him. Nobuhiro cut Ryota a sidewise glance, but said nothing.
+The Lesser Four, the Guardians, provided power and mental stability. The Primary Two would mold the flesh of the subject, Master James said. All Six would then work on altering the mind and attitudes of the subject. ""Subject?"" Alison asked. ""Who would that be?""
+""You, fool!"" Arieru hissed. ""Do not pretend that you did not know.""
+""She didn't know,"" Master James said. ""I don't tell women my business. This isn't Japan."" Arieru's face remained impassive, but her shining black eyes glittered with anger. ""She expected surgery tomorrow, not Psychic Remolding.""
+Master James told Alison that the surgery would be done without cutting her flesh. She didn't believe it. ""No surgery?"" she said. ""You can do everything you said without any surgery? No drugs? No trances?""
+""They can, yes,"" Master James said. ""But they might not choose to do so. First you must agree to something."" Master James spun her around so that she stared directly into his warm, brown eyes. She seeped for him. ""These are very ancient techniques, Alison. They're not for the wife of a lowly Master of the first rank. Before they can begin working on you, we require you.""
+Alison felt alarm tighten around her heart. ""What?""
+""We require you."" Master James placed a reassuring hand upon her shoulder. ""One weekend every month isn't nearly enough. We need more access to you, Alison.""
+""They, or you?"" Alison asked. She'd been in Master James' bed more than anyone else's, including Felix's. Knowing of his interest, she had played it against the lesser members. They now mostly steered clear of her. A couple of brave souls occasionally tried to corner her, asserting their right as Masters to use her for their own pleasure, but an exasperated sigh and a mumbled ""Head Master James expects me in his chambers in a few moments,"" always ensured that she escaped unmolested.
+These close encounters left her feeling all tingly and ready to fuck. Master James knew how to capitalize on her amorousness. While fucking him she never thought twice about her beloved husband, Felix.
+Now, she thought of him. Part time wasn't full time. She craved cock but liked her regular life. She wasn't ready to let Felix or it go. Not yet.
+""I have a life and a career,"" she said. ""I can't lounge around the mansion indefinitely!"" A lie sheathed in truth. Her whole body craved the sensations that only could be provided here. She wanted things to remain as they were. She'd love to stay, but didn't want to lose Felix or her independence. What to do?
+""Why not?"" Master James asked her. ""We can pay well for your services. Think how convenient it could be for you. Right now we don't make many radical alterations. You can't afford for your aspect to change too much. Your friends, family and colleagues would comment.""
+""They already have about my increased height. I had to stop wearing high heels around them,"" Alison said.
+""So you see the problem,"" Master James continued. ""What if I said that by staying here with us we could modify you beyond your wildest dreams? Make you into anyone you've ever imagined?
+""Like who? Janet Jackson?""
+Master James looked over the pale, curvaceous brunette. ""Janet? We could make you into Michael Jackson if we wanted,"" he said. ""But if we fucked up you'd end up looking more like Diana Ross.""
+Master James paced around her, examining her through her diaphanous clothes. She no longer felt any shame at being displayed like this before him. Her fat breasts poked out. Her ass and calves tightened as she posed for her favorite Master. She couldn't help it; when he looked at her, her traitorous body always responded like this. If he asked it of her, she'd fuck him right this instant, dignitaries be damned.
+""How would you like to be Japanese for a week, Alison?""
+""Can you do that?"" she whispered. Her excited response made the words trip over each other in their haste to exit her lungs. ""Is such a thing possible?""
+""Not only possible but a requirement, actually. The delegates prefer to stick to their own kind.""
+""Meaning?""
+""No Occidentals allowed,"" he said. ""You need to be Asian in order to be properly presented to them.""
+Nobuhiro winked at her. She smiled in return. Ryota ignored their exchange.
+""It's customary to give as a gift the most becoming woman possessed by the Brotherhood to visiting dignitaries,"" Master James said.
+Color flooded Alison's cheeks. All four of them. Her well-used ass glowed as brightly as the cheeks on her face did. ""Most becoming woman? You mean me?""
+""Yes, Alison. You've exceeded all my expectations.""
+Alison looked like a princess just given a crown. Then a skeptical look crossed her face. Apparently she noted that the necklace and scepter were still on backorder. She didn't like Arieru or Eriko all that much. ""Thank you, James,"" she said.
+Master James shook his head. Alison realized her mistake. James might be the name she used in her head but she'd never before addressed him by his first name. Now she had done so in public! She eyed the Japanese dignitaries. They all ignored her embarrassment.
+No, that wasn't right. One definitely noticed. Eriko, the diminutive Queen of Heaven, examined her with a forceful, considering gaze that stripped Alison to her skeletal frame.
+""Will you stay?"" Master James asked her.
+""No. I cannot.""
+""I see."" His voice sounded chiseled from a glacier. ""If you can't, you can't."" Master James shook his head with regret. ""We'll schedule your final restorative surgery for the day after next to return you to your original appearance.""
+""What?""
+""We're done, Alison. I release you from your husband's bargain. I give back to you your old life and body."" He flicked one of her hard nipples with a fingernail. She flinched. ""Too bad. I really like these new tits of yours."" Master James sighed, suddenly world-weary. ""When you get home, forget that we exist."" Master James kissed her chastely on the cheek. She immediately felt her clit, nips and asshole tingle. Why did she have that response whenever he paid her the slightest attention? ""Go back to your old life, Alison. We'll find someone else to replace you.""
+Alison looked a trifle disheartened. ""Is it so easy to replace me?""
+""You'd better believe it,"" Master James said. ""I won't miss you when you're gone.""
+Master James excused himself, bowing formally to the Japanese delegates. Four of them returned his kind gesture. Eriko, in Empress fashion, nodded her eyelashes. Arieru didn't move a muscle. Master James smiled at their imperious natures. Those two were just as he remembered them. He left Alison in their care.
+The other Japanese looked at her curiously, as if seeing her for the first time. Eriko watched Alison watching his retreating back for ages. Master James vanished through the doors.
+""He likes you,"" Eriko finally said.
+""Who likes me?"" Alison asked.
+""James,"" the Asian woman said. She carefully emphasized the name. ""Your Head Master. He likes you. He wouldn't get so angry with you otherwise.""
+""Angry? James?"" Alison flinched as she again embarrassed her Master in front of the strangers. Thank God he wasn't around to witness it.
+""Nor would he tolerate such impertinence,"" Eriko said. She clenched Alison under the jaw, moving her head back and forth like an owner inspecting the profile of her favorite mare. Anger welled up in Alison, an impotent, stillborn anger she dared not express to these important visitors.
+Eriko slid her hand down into the valley between Alison's breasts, over her stomach, and down to her crotch. Her long, tapered fingers snaked into Alison's wet, clenching pussy. Two fingers slid in easily, that hole being well fucked by Master James not even an hour ago. The tiny woman frigged Alison's slack pussy, milking it of its juices.  
+Eriko removed her wet hand and brought it to her nose, inhaling gently. The tip of her tongue extended slowly, skimming over her dainty palm. Alison's nipples tightened, dimpling as they grew harder. She started in alarm. She hadn't become aroused by a woman since coming to the Masters' Mansion. Why should she take a fancy to a woman like Eriko? Most likely because Eriko possessed a man's strength and self assuredness.
+""That's Master James. I am certain of it. He has gifted you with his essence."" Eriko moved her slick palm under Alison's nose. She knew immediately what the other woman wanted. Alison kissed the woman's palm, tasting Master James' strong, salty come. She washed the woman's palm with her whole tongue, lapping at it hard enough to scour off the skin from Eriko's soft hand. Alison's eyes fluttered closed as she worked. Just as Alison's hands came up to seize the other woman's forearm, Eriko shook her loose. Alison looked stunned, as shocked as if doused by frigid water while sunbathing.
+""Not yet. You will be ours only after you have been prepared. Arieru,"" Eriko said to the steel-eyed angelic beauty that stepped forward. Her eyes looked as hard as her skin looked soft. ""Prepare this girl.""
+“But – ”, Alison began. She wanted no part of this! She’d turned Master James down!
+""Yes, Lady,"" Arieru said. ""It shall be as you command.""
+One of the men, the handsome one in red and white, smiled warmly at Alison and mumbled some unintelligible nonsense. Eriko chastened him in English to mind his manners. Though large and strong, Ryota looked severely humbled. ‘Queen of Heaven' evidently wasn't merely an empty title. Eriko ruled over the other Five.
+""I wish some time with this woman after you are finished, Arieru. I wish to help in her conditioning."" He spoke in a soft, heavy voice. His stuttering English sounded absolutely adorable to Alison. Was his manner as gentle as his lovely voice, Alison wondered.
+""Is that Ryota or Zocho speaking?"" Arieru replied, with an eyebrow arched.
+All of the Japanese assemblage chuckled. Alison didn't quite understand, but had the impression that she wasn't meant to.
+""Perhaps,"" Eriko said. ""We shall speak on this later. Arieru, take her and begin the treatment. The rest of you shall attend me. We go to find Head Master James."" She set out in the same direction that James had vanished in. Four of the Asians followed her. Ryota looked wistfully over his shoulder, then turned to follow his Queen.
+Alison stood alone with Arieru.
+""Shall we leave?"" Arieru said. ""Show me to your chambers."" Alison instantly complied with the command. Her stiff nipples felt as eager for the games to begin as the rest of her did. Only then did she realize that she had agreed to become a plaything of the Eastern Masters.
+§§§
+Master James felt like a treed cat as the semicircle of Japanese cornered him in the Conference Hall. He let none of his unease show. Like wolves, they would shred him to ribbons if they sensed any weakness or infirmity. He had to look strong and in control.
+That didn't stop him from wishing Alison was with him.
+Work would hide his unease. He politely pushed through the circle of delegates and went to introduce his fellow Masters to the Japanese delegation. Peter of Psychological found the inscrutable Easterners disconcerting. Ferris of Facial Remodeling found their stern, serene looks too cold to be truly considered attractive. They had nice golden skin tones, however. With a touch more melanin it would be a perfect effect to use in his next ‘Polynesian Beauty' order. Arthur of Endocrine Engineering and Davis of Psychological Pharmaceuticals couldn't care less about the visitors. Their jobs held too much fascination for them to really care all that much about the comings and goings of delegates from other Chapters. They lived solely for their work.
+The Japanese remained silent until Master James introduced Maurice, Master of Coiffure and Joe, Master of Costuming and Couture. Their eyebrows raised as one.
+""You have conferred the title of Master upon those who do such base tasks?"" Eriko said. ""You would make a Master out of a hairdresser?""
+Maurice looked like he'd been bitchslapped. Hot tears welled up in his eyes. He turned piteous, red orbs to Master James, clearly desiring to be defended.
+""Our clients come to us for complete solutions, Madam,"" Master James said. ""Often these base things you so disdain are essential to complete the illusions our clients pay top dollar to obtain. You of all people should be aware of the importance of artifice.""
+No Westerner present noticed how Eriko stiffened. The Japanese, however, did. Good. The carefully crafted insult had been intended for their ears only. ""Yes,"" she said. ""I can see how you would say that. You always did prefer the gravy over the meat.""
+Eriko stalked off, flanked by four of the lesser Five. Maurice stared hatred at their retreating backs.
+""I don't like them!"" he needlessly declared.
+Master James said nothing. He stared after them. He didn't want to go against them. Not yet, at any rate. He knew he couldn't avoid Eriko forever. They had always been tied together. They probably always would be bound by the Red Thread of Fate. Things had been easier in the days of the steamships that had once plied the Pacific. The trip between Japan and America had taken over a month, back then. Now she could be here to disturb his spirit in less than fourteen hours.
+Time meant nothing to people such as they. Like it or not, he'd have to confront her sooner or later. Later suited him just fine. He had some more business to settle today. Alison had to remain at the Mansion. If she wouldn't relent, he had to work at breaking the weaker link in the chain of their union. Master James went in search of Master Felix.
+§§§
+""Felix, I want her,"" the heavyset black man said. He regarded the smaller man with a cold, emotionless stare. ""Alison's perfect for our purposes.""
+They stood in one of the galleries overlooking the central courtyard in the Southern Spire. The black leather furniture looked big, functional and quite comfortable. Felix didn't dare sit down on one of the lounge chairs, not in the Master's presence. He had to use every bit of his self-control to avoid having his trembling hands dry-wash themselves.
+""You have use of her already, Master James. One weekend every four to six weeks, just as we agreed.""
+""Head Master James,"" the towering man corrected. ""That’s not good enough."" He motioned for Felix to sit in his chair. Felix gratefully obeyed, taking the opportunity to still his quaking legs.
+""Did you think we couldn't get any type of woman we wanted? Did you really think that we needed to have your wife come here every month just so we could fuck a brunette up the ass?"" Master James made a signal with his hand. Two petite redheads, seemingly identical twins, entered. Without waiting for instruction one knelt down between Master James' legs and freed his cock. She orally serviced him, making wet, loud sucking noises as she worked. The other opened up her blouse and rubbed her breasts upon his back. He pointed to his crotch. She moved to compete with the first, both scarlet-haired beauties now fighting over the honor of possessing his thick, long prick.
+""Play nice, ladies,"" he whispered. Dutifully, the two women took turns lapping at his thick, dark meat. Master James promptly ignored both of them.
+""Do you see my point?"" He patted the women's heads like a hunter would his favorite pair of prize hounds. ""There's no shortage of good-looking womanflesh available. Beautiful women of every type and description can be had, my friend. As a matter of fact, if we don't have it in stock we can easily create it out of the raw materials available.""
+""Then why do you want Alison so badly if she's replaceable?"" Felix demanded. ""Go and find someone else!""
+Master James pointed to Felix. One of the women immediately went to him. Felix protested, but the sexually aggressive redhead would have none of that. She easily pushed him down, freed his cock and then swallowed his already hard meat right to the root. Felix groaned in pleasure.
+""What we do here is separate the gold dust from the stream's silt, Felix."" Master James patted the remaining woman's head. She worked harder, trying her best to orally please him. She had hunger and skill enough for two, and felt determined to show her favorite Master which of the identical beauties had the best oral technique. Master James smiled down fondly at her.
+""We presently process about six women a day at this facility. Believe me when I say we don't make all of their spouses and boyfriends into first rank Masters. Our facilities are big, yet still quite limited in size. What do you think happens to all those women, Felix? We're talking about 1,800 women per year. That's a lot of fresh meat to process and warehouse, my friend.""
+The red-haired woman servicing Felix had stood up and spun around, offering her ass up to him. When he didn't take the bait she impaled her anus on his cock, forcing herself down upon him. He slid into her well lubricated rear passage without any difficulty. Her dilated, spasmodically clenching asshole gripped him tightly, yet comfortably. She ground her hips against him, shaking her ass like a Brazilian woman would during Carnival in Rio. Felix had to latch onto her hips for dear life.
+""What happens to them?"" Felix gasped. Stars swam in his vision. He could only see the woman's luxuriant red mane flailing about, her broad, plump ass that pumped frenziedly against him as she danced the Samba upon his cock, and the smooth, pale back that jostled up and down upon him. He reached around the gyrating woman, grabbing her firm breasts. The slight creamy mounds thrust upwards proudly, showing off their thick, red nipples like pennants on a summit. These he pinched and twisted as she rode his cock, flailing like an epileptic mascot on a parade float.
+""We pain for gold, Felix. For Mutables, people who can have their appearances changed an infinite number of times. When we find one, we thoroughly study them to determine what it is in their physiology that allows them to be repeatedly altered without complications arising."" Master James lost his train of thought as the woman performed a particularly suave maneuver upon his body. He pulled her off of him by the roots of her hair, spun her around, then yanked her back down upon him. She planted her feet upon the arms of the chair, fucking her tight pussy with him. She tongued his cheek and ear as he mauled her breasts. Her pace never slowed. Hot female spend leaked from her pussy and saturated the big, hairy balls that jiggled under his thrusting cock as he took her.
+""Very few of the women we interview have the gift. Those who don't we have no use for. The members have a few thrills with them, then allow them to go back to their regular lives. Or, if they wish, give the women new appearances and new lives."" Master James hadn't stopped pounding his redhead's tight slit. He thoroughly pulverized the woman's narrow twat, nailing her as hard as he could with hammer-like blows from his bludgeon of a cock. She frenziedly ground her slit against him.
+""Every now and then we discover a woman whose body can accept change easily. Her pliant flesh warps countless times, without failing. A woman whose bones knit rapidly and whose body never scars. Most importantly, a woman who possesses a mind that can handle the psychic strain that a constantly changing physiology and appearance places upon the psyche. These Mutables are exceedingly rare finds, Felix. It's not my intention of letting even a single one of them slip through my fingers.""
+""What are you telling me?"" Felix demanded. He tried to rise but the woman upon him stopped him. She wriggled her hot ass, using her impossibly tight rectal sheath to fuck him until he exploded deep within her bowels. Felix fell back, totally spent. The woman still rode him, kneading his softening cock with her clenching sphincter muscles.
+Master James looked over at him in unconcealed disgust. What was that, five minutes? He still nailed his redhead's pussy with merciless thrusts. She sweated heavily, doing her best to make him come. She'd have a lot of work to do before he even came close to that. He didn't even sound aroused when he next spoke. ""I'm telling you that we want Alison here at the mansion full time. In repayment, we're willing to make you a Master of the Second Rank. You want pussy? We'll provide more than you can handle. You'll never go without, Felix my man.""
+Master James pointed to Felix. The second woman shot Master James a hurt, sorrowful look, but obediently pulled off of him and went over to the smaller man. She aided her twin sister in cleaning up Felix's soiled cock. Their ministrations had him rock hard in no time at all.
+""What about my wife? What about Alison?"" Felix warbled. His feeble, raspy voice held no heat, just concern.
+""She's still your wife,"" Master James said. ""That won't change. You can fuck her as many times as her schedule permits. But her main purpose will be to pleasure the Senior Masters, as well as letting our scientists and engineers thoroughly examine her.""
+""And when I refuse?"" Felix said. ""What happens then?"" He tried to sound tough, but failed. Who could play hard-assed while two gorgeous redheads worked over your nipples, cock and balls with precise, loving attention? Felix lay buried in a pile of hot, stroking hands and sucking, sultry mouths.
+""Don't refuse,"" Master James said. Menace filled his hard brown eyes but didn't touch his pleasant, conversational tone. ""I'm only asking you because compliance is the simplest way to acquire anything. I prefer taking the easy road, but I don't mind taking the hard road if it's the only one that leads me to what I want.""
+""I wouldn't trade Alison for a million dollars,"" Felix said. ""Fuck you, and fuck the rest of your Masters. We're out of here."" Felix pushed the two women off of him and rose. His cock jutted out from his torso. Anger strengthened him, making him reckless. ""I'm going to the cops. Maybe the press. They'll shut this fucking place down!""
+Master James looked unruffled. Bored, really. ""Not for a million, you say? How about five? Five million dollars deposited directly into your account plus an additional half a million per every year we keep her. When we finally decide to give her up, we'll give you a bonus of a million. If you wish you can still fuck her on an opportunistic basis but remember, she'll be our property from this point onwards. We'll do with her whatever we please. What do you say?""
+Five million ... Holy shit! Felix opened his mouth to argue but couldn't see past the huge windfall. ""Why are you asking me?"" he asked. ""Why don't you ask Alison?""
+""She's been conditioned, Felix. We can make her agree to anything we wish. More importantly, we already know her deepest fantasies. She'll gladly agree. I want to make sure you don't go out there and cause us any unnecessary embarrassment.""
+""Please say yes, Felix?"" the two women chimed in unison. ""Let our Sister stay with us. We want to meet her! If you're good, we'll always be here for you."" They returned their pretty, hot mouths to where they belonged. They artfully sucked his cock, making Felix's focus on Master James falter. He shook his head and forced himself to concentrate.
+""Five million, and I get to keep my wife?""
+""Just so,"" Master James agreed. ""When she's not with us, she'll be with you.""
+Felix thought about it. He'd earn a lot of money, money that he'd use to make a perfect life for him and Alison. Any fantasy he could imagine he could realize for them with that kind of funds available. Being a first level Master had been cool. He couldn't even imagine what lay in store for him as a Master of the Second Rank!
+""Do these models come in blonde?"" he said. ""I’d also like them with bigger tits.""
+Master James smiled. ""I'll see to it. In the meantime, please enjoy them as they are."" Master James left the man buried underneath a giggling pile of red- haired, sexually aggressive womanhood. It looked like Alison had just become a permanent possession of the Masters Guild, Western Branch. Not bad. It wasn't even noon yet. He loved being ahead of schedule.
+§§§
+Master Felix – God, how he loved the ring of that! – stood behind the thick pane of glass peering into the Clean Room.
+The Masters didn't call it an OR. They didn't see their subjects as patients, not even as people. They saw them as parts waiting to be molded or remodeled.
+On the tables lay two naked beauties drugged into insensibility. Felix still didn't know their names. No matter. They belonged to him. He would name them whatever he wished when the time was right.
+They had begged him to be remade, to be sculpted into visions of beauty that he would accept. They longed to be made into perfect beings for his enjoyment. He'd given his permission for their remodeling. The thought that anyone would beg like that to give him pleasure made the Cosmos explode with possibilities.
+He'd been told he could have any woman he desired. Only now did he realize what that really meant.
+Old Master Alexander came up behind him, creeping like a sneak-thief over a nightingale floor. No sound came from his slippered feet as he strode over the hospital-white tiles. His silken, cream colored robes didn't rustle as he walked.
+""Questions?"" Master Alexander asked from less than foot behind Felix.
+Felix jumped, startled in his peeping. His face flushed with color.
+""Yes,"" he said, a trifle guiltily.
+Master Alexander laughed aloud. ""There's no need to look so guilty, Brother Felix. These two are yours, are they not? Never feel shame in lording over that which is your own.""
+The older Master put a comforting hand on Felix's shoulder. ""You never know when your property may be reclaimed by the membership. Enjoy it while you can.""
+""Really?""
+""Have you fucked your wife lately?"" Master Alexander asked innocently. ""Thought not,"" he said when he spied Felix's crestfallen expression.
+""What is this place!"" Felix cried. ""Who are the Masters?""
+""Quite the queer query seeing how you are one of them, my Brother. Still, many people search their entire lives for the answer to the question ‘Who am I?' I will do my best to enlighten you.""
+Master Alexander settled into a sharp didactic tone. He must have been a university professor in real life. That patronizing, insolent drone had to have been practiced for years. Felix's eyes glazed over as the sermon began.
+""Like all universal truths, the purpose behind the facade differs from the perceived appearance. Some see the Masters as a trumped up fraternity where incredibly talented yet childish men play Dr. Mengele upon their willing and unwilling female subjects for their own sexual gratification.""
+Master Alexander smacked a fist into his palm, like a judge would a gavel on their bench. Felix jumped, suddenly alert. ""But why go through all the hassle of creating a fantasy woman when the real thing could be obtained so cheaply? There really is no need to fashion from a brunette a blonde with big tits, a tight ass and an incredibly easy disposition when the real deal populates the streets of Venice Beach like needles on a cactus. Want a blonde slut? Cruise any brothel or dance club and take your pick. Fiscally speaking, creating one from scratch makes absolutely no sense.""
+Felix agreed. He wished Master Alexander would hurry and get to the point. A sharp glance from the Old Master made his mouth clamp shut. Satisfied, Master Alexander climbed back into the pulpit. ""Others see the Guild as a cohort of professionals with the goal of perfecting their craft until they can claim to be the most skilled in the business. Perhaps so, but why all the secrecy? Fame seekers never keep to the shadows. Why strive to be the best in the world at something but unable to boast about your achievements?""  
+Master Alexander paused dramatically, waiting for some interjection from Felix. The younger man remained silent. A touch miffed at having his thunder stolen, Master Alexander continued. ""The truth, if such a thing could truly be said to exist, lay somewhere in between. Their role for the last couple of centuries had been to perfect the talent of body reshaping and to quantify the results. Most of the members have never known, blindly feeding their hedonistic natures. Their Head Master has always known. Their Master has always been James, though his face, form and outward identity changes every thirty years or so.""
+""You're fucking with me,"" Felix whispered.
+""For what purpose?"" Master Alexander said. ""Don't interrupt me again, Brother. It's exceedingly rude.""
+""My apologies, Master Alexander,"" Felix said. He'd been praying that the old man would shut the fuck up, but now he wanted to hear every word. Master James had offered him the world, then stripped him of the most important thing in it. Alison. He wanted that fucker to pay. To do that he needed information. ""Please, continue.""
+Mollified, Master Alexander continued his history lesson. ""Master James has long realized that a perfect level of anonymity would be impossible to achieve. He needed some powerful allies if he was to prosper. An organization simply can't snatch women off the streets and operate on them without raising a few eyebrows. Missing people make headlines. People always talk, especially those sworn to secrecy.
+In the end, Master James cemented deals with the two forces that control the way the world works. His Western self thinks of them as law-enforcement and the criminal element. His Eastern mind prefers to use the concepts of Order versus Chaos.""
+An old, wrinkled hand snapped up, silencing Felix before he could squeak. ""Master James grew up in Japan, or so they say. From our conversations together I know that he has definitely studied Eastern Philosophy and Religion. This is why I say ‘His Eastern Mind.' Clear?"" Felix nodded. Master Alexander continued. He loved this subject! ""The Masters' unparalleled skill in reconstructive surgery, tissue regeneration and flesh alteration technique guarantee they remain untouched by governments and syndicates alike. They work quickly and efficiently. They help government agency spies change their appearance and identities, but also conceal renegade Mafia Dons fleeing from prosecution. One day they might remove thirty years off of the age of a rapidly decaying movie star, and the next day save the life of an incredibly obese millionaire who needs to safely and quickly shed a couple hundred pounds of extra weight before his heart stops and his greedy wife claims his vast fortune.""
+Master Alexander's attention drifted off as the surgeons peeled off the blue sheets from the twins. ""Oh my!"" Master Alexander whispered. ""What moron would slice up a perfectly serviceable pair of gorgeous twin redheads? Such waste!"" Then, realizing that said moron stood in the room with him, he cleared his throat. ""Um, yes. The Masters do not judge. The Masters do not inquire. The Masters, truth be told, don't care. They keep no records, only results. In this way Master James ensures their continued acceptance by the world powers, and in doing so, their very existence. So what if on occasion a few dozen prostitutes vanish from the street? No one ever traces the crime back to us. This is the way things work if you keep everyone happy. Mind your business, and you become untouchable.""
+""Wow."" The single word encompassed the multiverse.
+""Wow, indeed,"" Master Alexander agreed. He patted Felix on the shoulder again. ""Enjoy your women, Brother. Hold onto what you possess with an iron grip. At the same time, learn to let go of things you have lost.""
+Felix looked up at the older, taller man. He found pity there. ""You think I could have my name tattooed across their asses?""
+Master Alexander smiled. ""Certainly, if you wish it. Unsightly tattoos can always be removed later on. Not a trace would remain.""
+""Kind of defeats the purpose, then, doesn't it?""
+Master Alexander tsked. ""Indelible, Immutable and Undefinable are three concepts that have no meaning here,"" he said. ""You had best learn that, too.""
+Felix watched the man shuffle away, looking as old and tired as Felix suddenly felt. He turned his attention back to his women under glass, keeping his mind focused on the feast that would await him once they healed.
+§§§
+Master James finally ordered some of the other Masters to take some of the flak from the visitors. He'd been harried by the inscrutable, silently staring Japanese all day. Of course, having Eriko speak often was worse. He'd grown quite unaccustomed to having his authority challenged. He knew that the xenophobic nature of the Asians worked against him. They knew he was in charge. They acknowledged the fact.
+Their eyes said that he, along with his brethren, were quite beneath them. Only Eriko and Arieru disliked him for different reasons.
+Master James let his mind wander over what Master Peter was saying to the delegates. The white robed Master droned on about the various trance states, starting with the base Alpha state, then touching upon Beta and its deep waking coma, Gamma's libido-liberating state and Omega's customized final state of acquiescence. The Japanese looked uninterested in the psychobabble.
+""I see,"" Empress Eriko said. ""You sap the will out of your subjects and make them your sexual playthings. Do you really find sexual congress with lifeless dolls stimulating in any way?""
+""Hardly lifeless,"" Master Peter explained, as if to small children. ""They retain all of their faculties.""
+""All except for free will,"" Eriko snapped. ""What is the sense in that? Where is the sport in having intercourse with a listless rag doll?"" She looked like she'd love to spit upon him. Master Peter recoiled. Apparently, a patronizing tone wasn’t the appropriate one to use on the Japanese.
+Tune out and look what happened! ""Don't judge too harshly,"" Master James interjected. ""Our trances use various naturally-derived drugs to liberate the desires hidden deep within the women. We don't create phantom desires that don't already exist. We merely free submerged urges and allow the subjects to express themselves. We tear down their walls of inhibition, Eriko. We don't fabricate false lust within them.""
+Master Peter looked at the Head Master with gratitude. The scientist hadn't wanted to say anything further to the 'Honored Guests.' Who knew what scandal could've erupted from harsh words directed at the ignorant Eastern Masters? He'd rather have Master James do all the talking.
+""Do not mistake us, Master Peter."" Eriko soothingly voice made his cock throb. The odd title fell hesitatingly from her lips. Her sexy smile both alarmed him and disarmed him. Such feline smiles froze rabbits in their tracks before the cat savaged them to death. ""We truly respect your artistry. It takes great skill to look into the human mind and to modify set behavior patterns you find there. But this childish labeling of everything you do must stop. Alpha? Beta? Omega? I feel like asking you to show me your secret decoder ring before we continue our discussion.""
+A couple of Eriko's companions smiled behind their hands, politely concealing their amusement. The other two Japanese betrayed no expression or interest at all. Master James sighed, then waved Master Peter away. The beleaguered Master of Psychological happily fled the scene.
+""Did you fly all this way to insult my people, Eriko? If so, please leave. I'm much too busy to play with you today.""
+""Calm yourself, Master James."" Eriko dropped the honorific like a butler would to an infant Lordling in his charge; a mere formality that demonstrated no real feelings of respect or subservience. She felt the title ridiculous and invested it with all the scorn she could muster. Her lips pursed as if the title tasted excrement-foul. ""We came to learn from your people, not to criticize them.""
+""Then observe more and comment less!"" Master James snapped. The other Japanese looked extremely affronted, even more than Eriko herself did. She wore a pleased smile. Master James pointedly ignored them, focusing on the short woman's beautiful face. How long has it been ... Fifty-five years? Sixty? She still looked as beautiful as ever, not a day over twenty-five. She still enjoyed discomforting him it seemed. Perhaps her youthful face suited her immature personality, James mused.
+""My people enjoy their work here. They have fun, yet fulfill their obligations. They may seem juvenile to you but they do topnotch work with the equivalent of sinew thread and bone needles. They are quantifying the things you do without thought, yet don't truly understand. Don't ever allow yourself to forget that.""
+""Never look too closely at the Gods' gifts,"" she whispered. ""Blessings vanish when their provenances are questioned."" With that, she walked away, trailed loyally by her attendants.
+Good thing Arieru wasn't around. She would've stared back over her shoulder at him with hatred. She knew him well, and had despised him for over a century now. She still felt that she, not Eriko, should have been trained to be Mistress of the East. That envy in no way stopped her from performing her duties to the best of her abilities. In some ways, Arieru still lived in feudal Japan. Not surprising, since she'd been alive long enough to see the Tokugawa Shogunate, the Meiji, the Taisho and the Showa eras pass into the annals of history. She hated today's world, and existed only to follow a strong leader. Arieru only felt complete while serving another. Since Master James had rejected her, she accepted Eriko.
+Strange. Master James had chosen Eriko over Arieru for her strength of personality. He knew it to be a cruelty to force Arieru to lead others. Now the woman despised him for that choice, even while she reveled in being Eriko's second-in-command.
+Women. An enigma in any age.
+Master James stood looking after Eriko long after she'd turned the corner of the hallway. A day for staring at people's backs, he mused. He couldn't fathom his emotions. Excitement? Maybe. He felt buoyed by her presence at the Mansion. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed her and her headstrong nature. He looked forward to sparring with a worthy opponent after so many decades.
+§§§
+Karen idly fondled the star sapphire teardrops that swung from the rings in her turgid nipples. She worried at them so much, Alison almost thought that they'd snap off. She'd regretted asking the grinning black woman where she'd gotten them. She'd asked a polite question. She'd not expected a sermon from the elegant, statuesque beauty.
+Alison wore black silk today, the shimmery cloth making her pale skin glow against. She looked like a woman at her leisure, lounging around in an expensively cut, elegant satin pajama set. Only upon closer inspection would one notice the fine slits in the material that would give a man access to her body. Whether a breast, her pussy or her ass, a man just had to reach out and claim the part of her he wanted to use. Her clothing, for all it’s casual look, was definitely work wear.
+Only, now it seemed that the ebony silks attracted more than men. Karen made a play for Alison’s delights. Karen tried to make Alison go to her knees and eat pussy. Alison had politely but firmly told Karen to borrow someone's strap-on and fuck herself instead. Karen now tried to let Alison know just how lowly she really was and why she should obey her.
+Karen jangled a nipple ornament at Alison. ""See this stone? It's my mark. The Caste Marks are a source of pride among us. Beauty. Intellect. Wealth. None of these things matter to the Masters when it comes to determining the value of a female. Only one thing is considered.""
+""That is?"" Alison asked. She knew the answer already.
+""Malleability,"" Karen said. ""They only care about what you can become, not who you are.""
+""Not so different than the rest of the world,"" Alison said. Karen ignored her. ""The considerable stresses upon the flesh when morphing make most women totally unsuitable for the Masters' purposes. Limitations exist. There's only so many times a women’s body can be remade.""
+""Do you know what these limits are?"" Alison asked her. She pushed away the Black woman's clawing hand, using firm, gentle pressure. Karen wouldn't take no for an answer. Alison decided to try a different tack. She’d keep Karen talking. Failing that, she'd smack the bitch senseless if Karen didn't stop pawing at her.
+""Finites, women who can undergo only the most minor of changes, belong to the Third Circle, the lowest tier,"" Karen said. ""Hair, basic facial structure and other things can be altered, but no major modifications can be made to them. These women don't take well to surgery and heal slowly.""
+""Sounds terrible,"" Alison said. ""I can't see them being welcome here.""
+""They aren't for long,"" Karen agreed. ""Finites are given a diamond to symbolize their immutable state. Their use is severely limited. Any woman can achieve the same results with wigs, makeup and plastic surgery.""
+""I take it you are not one of those,"" Alison said. The way the woman wore an underwire, frilly demi-bra to show off her slight, thick nippled tits proved that. She wanted the world to see her sapphires. They had to mean something.
+""I am not! I'm of the Second Circle. We receive a star sapphire to symbolize the special ability within us that allows our appearances to be changed multiple times. Our bodies are resilient to surgery. We are highly sought- after by the Masters.""
+""Are there only two Circles?”
+""That's all there is,"" Karen said, face triumphant. ""I don't think you have a sapphire, do you?""
+""No, I don't.""
+""Poor baby,"" Karen said, pulling Alison to her. ""I'll take care of you, if you'll be good to me. That's fair, isn't it?""
+Fair, yes, if in prison. She refused to become this woman's bitch. Not in here! ""There's nothing above Second?"" Alison asked. “The name implies that there is.”
+""Yes, the Firsts, but they don't exist. Those mythic women are unfettered by concerns of the flesh. Like clay that refuses to set, their bodies are said to be easily molded. I've never met a single Master who believes they’re real. Everything has a breaking point. It's impossible that such women could ever be.""
+""How would you recognize one?""
+""Her Mark, of course. A carved crystal ring would be given to them. Infinite. Transparent. Reflecting nothing, but warping everything seen through it. The crystal ring symbolizes the ultimate malleability of the possessed. I've never seen one. I doubt you will, either.""
+Alison pulled out the thin golden chain that dangled between her breasts. The delicate, twisted, crystal ring that hung from it folded in upon itself in a flowing spiral. The way the lines danced on it's surface twisted it like a torus. Alison’s eyes couldn't trace the swirling lines. Staring at it too long made her vision swim. ""Thanks for explaining why Head Master James told me to keep this with me at all times,"" Alison said. ""Suck me, Karen. Make me come with your mouth.""
+Without another word, Karen dropped to her knees and fulfilled the command. It took a long time to make Alison come, but the raging storm that racked her body definitely felt like the sweetest orgasm ever. A messenger, a thin, wiry girl wearing nothing but braided leather straps at wrists, ankles and waist and shaved bare ran up to Alison just as Karen finished her off. She patiently waited while the last tremulous spasm passed.
+""I beg your pardon, Alison. Head Master James summons you. Your surgery is to begin. You are to be readied for the Eastern Masters.""
+""Show me the way,"" Alison said. She followed the naked runner out. She didn't even look back at the stunned Black woman who sat cross-legged on the ground, mouth open and cheeks and chin shinny with female spend. ""Oh shit,"" Karen thought. She'd tried to bully the Head Master's favorite! Second Circle or not, Karen thought it safest if she departed the Mansion tonight.
+§§§
+Two days had passed since her Summons to the Clean Room. Now Alison found herself facing the Ordeal. The walls of the Octagon rose up around her, blacker than the skies at midnight. The bare, smooth walls converged overhead into a single point. Entering the area, she felt a strange trepidation come over her. A queasy restlessness gripped her, an unease she'd only experienced once before in her lifetime.
+On her wedding day.
+This holy place had the feel of the Basilica where she had exchanged vows with Felix. The heady mix of exuberance, fear, devotion and unconditional love had smothered her. She barely remembered anything from that day except for the kiss at the altar. If not for the miracle of videotape the memory would probably not exist, either.
+That first night with Felix, though, had been quite memorable. Felix's patient, careful and imaginative techniques had wrung every last bit of pleasure out of her exhausted body. He'd worked her over for hours, denying her an orgasm until she thought her skin would sizzle off. Then, miracle of miracles, she experienced the first simultaneous orgasm of her life. The often documented, seldom experienced moment of ultimate union had been one of the pivotal moments in her adult life. As that very moment she'd fallen in love with her man all over again.
+She found the vows merely a formality. The ritual deflowering meant more to her than a thousand spoken words or meaningless scraps of paper issued by the city. By that time not a single fresh petal still clung to the prettily trimmed, barren bush of her virginity. She had shed her inhibitions and her virginity long years before ever meeting Felix. No matter. She hadn’t needed the validation of Church or State for their union. The contented pains of her body had told her everything she needed to know.
+Her Japanese escort led Alison to the center of the room. The area featured long leather benches arranged in a smaller octagon, each side in parallel with the walls of the room. Four smaller benches at the center of the room lay arranged in a cross. They set her remodeled body down on this comfortable leather crucifix, making an offering of her. Other than the benches, the chamber remained empty. As silent as the proverbial tomb. She saw no sign of the Masters she'd been expecting. Alison had imagined a wide area filled with robed, hooded men arranged in two circles around the center, staggered so everyone could see. Instead, the black windowless walls contained only herself and the Six Asian Masters who escorted her inside.
+A part of her felt thankful. A bigger part of her felt extremely disappointed. She didn't know why she felt that way but she couldn't deny the unmistakable feelings.
+No, she knew why. She desired more cock than only the three available in her escort.
+Unbeknownst to her, the multitude of cameras and microphones buried in the walls silently recorded and transmitted everything that transpired in the chamber. The Masters had no need to stand around in a circle trying to peep at the action, not when pristine images and crystal clear sound could easily be pumped into each of their private viewing chambers. Technology made assemblages of the membership obsolete. The Masters weren't schoolchildren to be crammed into an auditorium. They could afford the best equipment to facilitate such matters.
+""Are you ready?"" Keira asked. Alison nodded. More than ready. Eager. Sex Alison could handle. Once she started she'd be fine. Seeing the lust mirrored in the other woman's eyes excited Alison to no end. That she could arouse both women and men pleased her. ""Very good,"" Keira said. That was the last thing Alison heard before the woman inserted ear plugs into her. Arieru covered Alison's eyes with adhesive pads. Finally, Eriko pulled a leather half-hood over Alison's head. Her long, shiny black hair flowed out of the top like an ebony geyser, spilling down the back of the headdress in a glistening inky spray. Why did the Asians want her deaf and blind?  
+'The Asians.' Alison smiled inwardly. She also was Asian now! Like gods, they had recreated her in their own image. She looked Japanese. She quite adored how sexy she had looked in her dressing room mirror. Wearing a stranger body that moved as she wished made the fires of orgasm flare up in her tummy. The initial unveiling of her newly created body caused her to wiggle like a puppy just fed a treat. Recovery had only required an afternoon, not weeks of healing time. Perhaps these metamorphoses became easier with practice, just like good sex.
+Nobuhiro kissed her, his tongue snaking into her mouth. His lips tasted sweet, as if he'd been sucking on a butterscotch candy. The taste faded slowly from her tongue as if rinsed off by tepid water. Alison could still gauge temperature with her mouth but couldn't taste squat. She stiffened. What had just happened to her? No sight. No hearing. No taste. Yet, her pleasure grew as her remaining few senses sharpened.
+Someone unzipped the eye patches from the leather hood and peeled off the adhesive pads. Rapid blinking cleared away the crusted, dried tears and the unfocussing effects the pressure had upon her eyeballs. The lewd scene, spread out in panoramic splendor before her, stunned her.
+""Are you happy to see us?"" Eriko said. ""Do not be."" The woman bent down and kissed each of Alison's eyes, gently brushing her full, perfect lips against each eyelid. When Alison reopened them, her world remained black.
+Eriko had stolen her sight.
+A low, terrified wail began in Alison's chest, rising up her throat and trickling out of her slightly parted lips. Her eyes opened as wide as humanly possible. She could feel the air currents tickle her moist, sightless orbs but could see nothing, not even blurry shadows.
+A hard object pushed into her mouth, rushing past lips and teeth on its way down within her. The penis-like object filled her mouth, feeling very much like cock, yet not quite. Her insensate tongue automatically worked over it, trying desperately to taste something – anything – yet failing. The soft, pliant object didn't have the feeling of life. It had a cock's texture but not its temperature. Real flesh didn't feel this cool to the touch. She had sucked enough tool in her time to intuitively know this.
+""Open your throat for me, Alison. Otherwise you will choke to death."" Unable to hear the caution, Alison made no response. The merciless cock forced its way down her throat, doing its best to suffocate her. Alison's hands lashed out. She desperately tried to push the woman off of her. Eriko didn't budge.
+A hard grip encircled her slender wrists and yanked her hands backwards. Thin coils of rope bit into her flesh, securing her arms behind her back. Other hands forced her head forwards onto the thick, impaling cock, instigating her oral rape.
+Rape? Perhaps not, for Alison had opened up her throat and now plunged the rigid member deeper into herself. She wanted to be filled, wanted to choke down the intrusive object. She had been denied sight, taste and hear. Her other senses compensated quite nicely. She could feel every vein molded onto the firm cylinder as they bumped over her tongue. The labored breathing of herself and her multiple lovers practically stirred the fine hair on her body, air currents she could feel. She fancied that she could even feel Eriko's racing pulse as she forced molded inches deeper into her willing, open mouth.
+The others pushed her forwards. Her lips brushed against hard leather harness. Alison had managed to take all of the thick cock inside her.
+""I find pubic hair quite distasteful,"" Eriko said. ""We have gifted you with perfect skin. It does not need any embellishment."" The slender, long fingered hand repeatedly dove into her, knifing into Alison's hot, wet slit with a dagger's precision. Each lunge pushed Eriko's stiletto-like fingernails deeper inside the tight female canal, yet never did an errant fingernail inadvertently slice the tender flesh of Alison's insides.
+Alison's pleasure mounted. Her hips picked up the Eriko's rhythm, eagerly lunging upwards to meet her thrusts. Her hips bucked and rotated, using the hand as an instrument to bring herself heightened pleasure.
+While she did this, Eriko used her other hand to stroke the fine, downy filaments of silken jet. Her long fingernails ran through the soft strands, gently scratching the golden hued skin that lay beneath them.
+A single long black strand fell like a stalk of wheat before a scythe.
+That was the prelude to the ebony rain. Whole clumps of hair fell away, revealing the perfect, golden tone of Alison's skin. Eriko continued to frig the woman's pussy. Alison's sweet cream frothed up around Eriko's slender hand.
+Alison became aware of an odd feeling at her groin. The passage of cool hair over her superheated snatch felt chilly. She opened her eyes and stared in disbelief at her now bare pussy. Her hearing returned, then, so she could hear the gentle laughter around her. Scarlet rushed into her cheeks.
+""You are surprised, even after all you have seen and experienced today?"" Eriko asked. ""Alison, such a thing as this is easy to accomplish.""
+""Why?"" Alison asked. ""Why would you bother doing this?""
+""Why? I hate picking hair out of my teeth,"" Eriko said. The smiling Japanese woman knelt before Alison and applied her lips to the woman's hot, throbbing pussy. Eriko, for all her bluster, had a very gentle touch. She knew how to treat a woman's most private parts. It required little time for Eriko to wring the most sublime pleasures out of the woman's seething snatch. Hot, sweet drops spattered onto Eriko's chin as she suckled upon Alison's tasty pussy.
+Alison clearly could smell her. The heavy, musky odor of Eriko's dampening sex permeated the room. The nectar made Alison's head swoon. Alison's considerable charms made the once-frozen woman melt. The icy woman's pussy thawed, its seepage flowing freely like runoff from a brook in early spring.
+Craning her head forwards allowed Allison to extend her tongue for a quick lick. Frustratingly, she could taste nothing. Her nose told her what to expect, yet she could savor none of the taste. Tears of fury and denial welled up in Alison's sightless eyes.
+""Something wrong?"" Eriko said. She petted Alison. ""Accept your stolen sense back."" Taste exploded on her tongue, making Alison's head reel. Flavors raged in her mouth. The hot, smoky taste of a woman's lust saturated her taste buds instantly. Contented tears streamed down Alison's face as she delved back into the hot, wet pussy hovering just in front of her. Her face smacked hard against the Asian woman's pubic bone in her frenzy to get all of Eriko's pussy inside. Who knew when another sense would be taken away? She had to get it all now, to savor every sensation possible.
+Only now did she realize what a poor place the world would be without sensation and feeling.
+Alison voraciously ate cunt like she'd only five seconds left to live. Eriko fell heavily to the padded floor, dragging Alison down with her. Alison remained firmly attached to the fragrant, flavorful folds between Eriko's legs, latched onto it like a lamprey did a shark's hide.
+Eriko rolled with her, a crocodile clenching its prey in an unyielding death grip. Eriko kept Alison's head trapped firmly between her legs. Strong bands of muscle contracted beneath the skin of her silky thighs. This woman probably destroyed stair steppers on a weekly basis, Alison thought. Then again, did people with Mastery of the Flesh like these Japanese even have to exercise? Perhaps they could will their muscles into perfect, absolute fullness and strength.
+If true, this Mystic ability was definitely something Alison intended to possess for herself one day.
+§§§
+Felix looked on in absolute horror and fascination at the tableau displayed below him. His wife, his beloved Alison, was being viciously used. What's more, she seemed to be enjoying the abuse. The thought made him a trifle sad, yet extremely horny. He didn't have time to fret. His blonde bookends had not abandoned him. Both knelt for him, one behind him and the other to his front. He was bracketed by beauty and could go nowhere.
+Helena, the blonde twin with her hair in a thick French braid, suckled on his cock. She ate his meat with great gusto as she mashed his cock in her small hands. She rolled it in-between her palms like a scout trying to start a fire with a smooth stick. Cassiopeia, the one with her long hair flowing loose over her shoulders, rimmed his asshole with great expertise and finesse. Felix had allowed her to do him this way only after she'd complained bitterly about the disparity in cock sucking time that Helena always enjoyed with him.
+He had to keep peace in his new household, somehow. He'd finally relented and had granted Cassiopeia her heart's desire.
+Alison would do almost anything for him, but sticking her tongue up his ass wasn't one of them. To tell the truth, he wouldn't have ever suggested she do such a foul thing for him. He wondered for a second whether Alison would do it if he asked her to, now that she'd been mentally reconditioned by the Masters. Would he dare ask her to eat his ass? What would make him happier, her ready compliance or her outright refusal?
+With two new sex slaves in his possession, did the question even have any relevance?
+Felix twitched as Cassiopeia’s sharp, pointy tongue buried deep into him, probing inside his rectum for long minutes. Her sharp nails sunk deep into his hipbones as she pressed her face harder against him, trying to corkscrew her tongue as deep into him as possible. He liked being bracketed by the two hot looking blondes. He loved being serviced by his new women. They had been redheads, once, but he'd had them customized to his exact specifications.
+Then again, they had been twin redheads when he'd first acquired them. Who knew how they had been born into this world? Maybe they had never looked like each other. Hell, maybe they weren't even sisters. Truth be told, the question didn't interest him enough to ask them about later.
+What was important? Alison. He missed her. He craved her touch. He wanted her to be the one on her knees tasting his ass or swallowing his cock. He desperately wanted the woman that had been taken from him back in his life. He was forbidden to contact his wife until the Japanese left the facility. Alison's Asian incarnation was intended solely for the delegates and for the Senior Western Masters. Low ranking members like himself were excluded from the slave tasting.
+The fact that she was his lawfully wedded wife held no weight.
+His women were doing their best to please him. Felix only had his mind on the monitor. He watched in rapt fascination as the Japanese performed the Star Ascendant upon his wife. Four of them had grasped her, seizing an arm or a leg and then holding in aloft at their groin level. The four moved outwards like tethered horses ready to draw and quarter his wife. She lay spread eagled in mid-air with her face staring up at the dome's single light that glowed at the apex of the ceiling's peak.
+Four points of the star remained immobile, securely held by four of the Japanese. The fifth point, Alison's head, remained unsupported. It craned backwards. Long, thick rivers of hair swept the floor as Alison shook her head as if to clear it. Her splayed open legs allowed for the short, aggressive Japanese woman and her large strap on to get between them. She shoved her hard, black rubber phallus deep into Alison. The woman, Eriko, plowed into his wife's tight sheath with a speed bordering on inhuman. It looked as if the short Japanese woman was out to punish Alison. She fucked his wife's tight cunt hard, like she'd never be satisfied until she reduced the newly sculpted, dark lipped gash into unrecognizable bloody mush. Alison squealed, begging for the woman to go gently. The punishment continued. Alison's begging changed from negative to positive. The horny, now-Japanese maiden demanded that the other woman fuck her harder. Deeper. Faster. She screamed orders at her, demanding that the rubber cock penetrate her completely, until she couldn't accept any more of it.
+Felix couldn't believe his ears. The way Alison sounded, she wanted to see that strap-on cock bust out of her chest.
+A long cock suddenly shoved into her mouth silenced her in a single, gurgling moment. A second woman wearing a strap on had filled her mouth. She fucked her face with the same ferocity and tempo that the other woman busy mutilating Alison's hairless, smooth pussy used. Alison's newly fashioned breasts, pert gold-hued things with half an inch long nipples and extremely small, dark areolas, jiggled and bounced according to the hard lunges Alison's body endured from each pole.
+Felix listened to the sloppy, wet music that played through the speakers. His wife's pulped, wet pussy made sucking sounds as the dildo ravaged her satiny folds. The gurgle of churning saliva and drool as the thick cock pushed in and out of his wife's throat drove him crazy.
+It was an incredible scene, to be sure. Seven people engaged in a single sexual union, but concentrated all their efforts upon one member. Certainly, the Japanese took their pleasure from his wife, but they provided it to her as well. The High Mistress of the Eastern Masters Guild serviced his wife. Her second-in-command fed Alison her strapon cock, and allowed her to taste it. The other four supported her, ensuring that she experienced the maximum amount of pleasure possible.
+Alison floated, buoyed by contentment and totally oblivious to anything else.
+Her looking like a young Japanese woman didn't make Felix's heart hurt any less. Her straight, jet black hair reached down to her ass, or would have if she stood upright. Her slight breasts still looked larger than they did in their natural state. Her smooth, lithe body reminded him of a gazelle in mid leap. As stunningly beautiful as before, but a different kind of beautiful. This strange, manufactured beauty enveloped her like a sheath of perfection. Her large almond shaped eyes, orbs so dark they looked black, seemed to take in everything all at once. They sucked all the light out of the room and into them, swallowing up all the emotion and pleasure from the chamber. Alison became a well of delight, a vessel created solely for the capture and containment of pure, unadulterated rapture. The Japanese delegates filled her up with bliss, and silently marveled at her ability to accept it all.
+That woman down there was Alison. His heart still told him she hadn't changed, despite what his eyes and mind screamed at him.
+That women down there wasn't Alison. The lovely, tanned creation of the Japanese Masters was a complete stranger to him both in form and in action. What part of it remained the woman he'd married? What part of Alison remained untouched through all of the transmutations her malleable flesh had been subjected to?
+Felix knew regret, then.
+He'd have to make do with his money, his new women and with his happy memories of his loving, beautiful wife. The two exquisite creatures who now serviced him should've been enough. The easy five million should've made him feel no regrets. The money and women didn't salve over the hideous, self-inflicted wound in his soul.
+A vital part of him had been lost. One he'd every intention of winning back.
+Felix pushed Helena roughly to the ground and leaped upon her. His cock fit within her pussy as if her box had been molded to accommodate only him.
+Of course, it had been.
+He pummeled the incredibly tight, hairless mound of rosy maiden flesh with a fury he'd steered clear of previously. Helena squeaked below him as he roughly took her, yet she cradled him in her arms as she would a newborn baby. Cassiopeia had followed him down and still attempted to eat his ass as he worked over her twin.
+Felix paid neither woman any mind. His body may have been in the monitoring room, but his mind was with his wife in the Octagon. Felix used his two sluts, but longed for the only woman that really mattered to him.
+§§§
+From the doorway of the observation room, Master James nodded in satisfaction. There wouldn't be any more trouble from this quarter. Felix had accepted his fate. Master James could now deal with more pressing problems. He left Felix and his two women locked in a dance of debauchery and lust that he knew would never truly satisfy Alison's lonely husband.
+§§§
+Alison soon lost track of all the comings and goings of the Japanese delegation. Her body had rarely seen such meticulous, thorough use and care. Not a moment passed that didn't have someone taking her ass, pussy or mouth. She couldn't even imagine how life could get better for her.
+She didn't have to imagine. Eriko had thought it all out for her in advance.
+Nobuhiro lay on his back, penis sticking out at almost right angles from the line of his body. Alison understood she was to sit upon him, but that he'd choose which orifice he'd insert himself into. As he looked up at her, buttocks descending, he spied her puckered asshole winking at him.
+An otherwise difficult decision became an easy one to make. Many other cocks and tongues had been in there this evening. Her traumatized sphincter wouldn't fully close for the next three or four hours. Her ass gaped wide, ready to accept anyone's equipment. The grinning fellow slid into her ass. His cock sank effortlessly into her.
+The slender Japanese man’s loins smacked hard against her firm buttocks. Alison cringed, not from any discomfort but because this part of her had been the exclusive domain of her husband. She'd never really enjoyed anal sex, but had given her ass up to her beloved husband Felix. She'd allow him to ravage her asshole until she passed out if it gave him even the slightest modicum of pleasure. Felix always appreciated her sacrifice, and received great satisfaction in this freely bestowed gift she offered him.
+Each time she gave her ass freely to the Japanese Masters, it felt like a betrayal of her husband's trust.
+Still, Alison had learned early on not to protest too much. Indeed, she soon lost any urge to resist them at all. This was not like having sex with the Western Masters. She needed no drug-reinforced or hypnotically induced trances to surrender herself and her body. The Japanese used their forceful personalities and her own body's incredible need to shape her to their will and desires.
+When subjected to the twin fires of their commanding presences and her own body's incredible lust, even good steel like her resolve softened and bent.
+The thin cock speared up inside of her, then suddenly stopped. It felt like it doubled in girth while interred within her rectal sheath. She knew that, if he wished, he could make his penis enlarge with just a thought. These people had complete mastery over the flesh. Something trivial like penis enlargement posed no difficulty for them. The head of his cock wedged tightly, almost painfully, inside her.
+There was no way he, she or anyone else in attendance could pry him out of her. His assault bolt had firmly lodged itself within her, and couldn't be budged without tearing up her insides.
+Alison gasped as the man below her grabbed her by the roots of her hair and yanked backwards. Her head snapped back. A low moan escaped from her parted lips.
+Another man stepped across her, pumping his cock ferociously, then descended. He ran his thick knob across her bottom lip, enjoying the feel of her silky mouth upon his solid bar of meat. ""A touch too thin,"" he mused, waving his wand across her swelling lips. As he brushed his penis along her top lip it, too, inflated. His prick filled them out like it could inject collagen. Her new, sexy pout smiled at him. He'd created them for the express purpose of servicing him.  
+""Open,"" he said. Alison quickly obeyed. His cock slid in. The hard pole tickled the back of her throat, making her choke. Alison raised her hands to push him off of her. He grasped them, then pulled her hands above her head. Though slender, he had muscles made of drawn steel. She fought him but couldn't win. He kept her hands well up out of his way. He pumped himself into her face, slowly, sinking into her hot mouth. At no time did he attempt to force himself down into her tightening throat. He seemed content to use only her mouth. He playfully poked his cockhead into each of her cheeks as he fucked her face. Her cheeks puffed out like a nut-carrying squirrel's.
+Alison wished she had more spit with which to work. The hard cock caught on the insides of her cheeks and roof of her mouth. A little more moisture would make its passage much easier to bear.
+Of course, with a mouthful of cock, she couldn't make her desires known. As it turned out, she didn't have to.
+She felt the underside of her tongue tingle with the feeling that presaged her sicking up after a night of uncontrolled drinking. She hated the Hot Spits with a passion that equaled her love of merlot. The nausea washed over her. Clear, runny drool filled her mouth like a washing machine's basin did during the wash cycle. Ryota didn't stop his skullfucking. He hammered his fist of hard cock into her, sending dribbles of the hot saliva oozing out of the sides of her plump mouth. The spittle washed over her cheeks and chin, each successive buck from his hips sending another splash of sticky goo out of her filled orifice.
+Where had all this spit come from? They could even control her saliva glands? More importantly, how had they known her desires?
+Alison had no time to ponder these questions. As one man held her down by skewering her face with his lance of hard cock and another anchored her by her rectum, the third prepared to add himself to the mix. Hiroaki straddled her then lowered himself to her. In his awkward position his cock could barely graze the lips of her wet, hungry pussy.
+He hovered too far away. He couldn't get any of his meat into her. Her starving twat cried out for him, smacking wetly.
+Then again, he too had mastery over the flesh. One moment his cock could only graze her puffy, hungry maw. The next, he'd buried himself right to her cervix. Alison gurgled around the growing cock stuck between her lips. The penises in her twat, ass and mouth inflated simultaneously.
+Without even moving his hips, her latest lover had managed to impale her. Alison tried to rear up, but the bulbous cock lodged in her rectal sheath wouldn't permit her ass to rise. She remained pinned in place, a butterfly affixed to a bed of thin leather by strong pins skewering her head and body. Never before had Alison endured a triple play like this. Each of her holes had been taken by a man for his pleasure and stretched out to its maximum diameter.
+She had never imagined that she could feel so full.
+Keira and Arieru seized her arms and yanked them aside, almost dislocating Alison's shoulders. Her fingers rubbed against wet, soft folds. The flesh that could only belong to the secret places all women possessed. Alison dabbled in the warm, well-lubricated pussies she'd been gifted with. Her hands deftly manipulated the fragrant folds of womanflesh as if born to do so. Their pussy lips felt strangely animated, almost sentient in the way they gripped her probing fingers and mashed against her hands. Those pussies had the same fine motor control as her own dexterous hands possessed! She couldn’t decide which thrilled her more, having her hole stuffed full of hard cock, or dabbling the most intimate places that the Japanese woman possessed.
+The men in her mouth and twat had long stopped pumping into her. The expanding cylinders of meat jammed within her made her entire body tingle. The fierce, sharp stabs that her firing nerves created around her stretching orifices brought tears to her eyes. Even if she could've screamed for them to stop she knew she wouldn't have. The challenge inherent in her situation brought out a competitive side she never realized she possessed. How much cock could she handle? Did she have a limit? She'd discover the answers soon enough.
+She wanted this, she realized. She wanted to make all three of these strong, dominant men come within her. She'd show them how she'd learned how to master flesh long before hearing about the Masters. She'd pleasure all of them, force orgasms from them before allowing herself to succumb. She couldn't morph her own body or the bodies of others, but she could stimulate them until they burst. She would make them come before her body failed her. The two women as well, she decided. All five would reach paradise before she permitted herself to orgasm for any one of them.
+A miscalculation on one of the Japanese men's parts made her task easier. Nobuhiro in her bottom tried fucking her with his swollen prick. Her stretched out asshole felt dipped in Tabasco and rimmed with pepper and celery salt. She longed for a hot, wet tongue to lick away the spicy seasoning and salve her burning, tortured ass. No way would she orgasm with that ring of fire behind her!
+Even worse than the cock in her ass was the one deep within her slit. She now knew how the log felt as the wedge split it in two. She expected that long cock to shoot up out of her mouth, knocking out the one that already filled it. Alison's ragged breath whistled through her flared nostrils. She almost swore that the harpoon cock in her snatch had pierced her lungs multiple times already. It hurt to breathe. She was suffocating in a sea of cock and could do nothing about it. Alison passed into unconsciousness.
+§§§
+Alison awoke laying in the middle of the cross feeling utterly spent. All of her senses worked overtime. Her body felt banged up, stretched out and inflamed. Her flesh tingled all over from severe overuse. Sweat slickened her skin and matted her long, black hair. Other fluids, both male and female, also coated her golden skin.
+She had never been so thoroughly used for so long a time. She shivered from the memories of her experiences in the Octagon and from the cool breeze that washed over her superheated skin. No one had held her for agonizingly long minutes. The Japanese had left her on the crucifix, disappearing into the shadows beyond the black opening of the doorway. They had done one more thing before leaving, however. They had secured her leashes to the eyelets in the floor. She lay upon her back secured to the ground by the six tethers that fanned out from her neck collar. Even if not so bound, she doubted she would've tried to leave. She felt utterly spent and more than content to rest for the moment.
+She heard near-silent shuffling of slippered feet approaching. She turned her head to the doorway, then started in alarm.
+Twelve senior Western Masters approached her, wearing their robes of authority. They circled around her, standing a pair to each of the secured leashes. A low, deep rumble echoed throughout the chamber, a sexy voice that she instantly recognized as belonging to James, the Head Master.
+""You have done exceedingly well, Alison. The Japanese delegates have given you top marks. For that, I thank you."" Master James cleared his throat. ""However, that was a very special event. You still have not been introduced to the regular membership. I now present to you the first twelve members who will be sampling you. First, let me present ...""
+Alison's panicked mind tuned out the rest. More Masters? Twelve to start? The first twelve of how many men?
+She tried to sit up, but the leashes bolted to the floor jerked her back down. The leather tethers creaked alarmingly as she struggled against them. The leashes held her fast. One of the Masters broke his dignified pose and stepped hard upon the leash closest to his foot. Alison slammed back down to the bench.
+""Now that you've been introduced, the membership will be permitted their pleasure. Please enjoy yourselves, gentlemen.""
+That was it for decorum. Alison was buried under a sea of grasping hands and pressing bodies. Their grasping, immature ways reminded her of little boys in the playground all scrambling to play with the same toy, not caring if they broke it in their careless haste to have it first. For the first time this evening she sincerely wished she could slip under the influence of one of those silly trance states. She truly didn't want to be fully conscious and aware for the next three hours or so.
+As a cock rammed into her slippery, well stretched pussy, she found herself wondering how her husband Felix was doing. It had been a long time since they'd made love.
+§§§
+James worked in his study.
+No he didn't, he sat there idly leafing through paperwork that he just didn't feel like doing. When he heard a rap at the door, he didn't bother answering. The visitor didn't bother waiting on ceremony. Eriko entered his study without permission, closing the stout door behind her.
+""Rudeness, Eriko? I wouldn't have believed it possible."" He spoke flawless Japanese. Eriko was pleased to hear it. She'd worried that he might have forgotten his mother tongue.
+""You remember your language, Toshiro. Will you not also remember who you are?"" Eriko stroked his arm with a gentle, loving touch. Beneath his shirt sleeve the flesh violently rippled. Eriko stepped back a couple paces as the burly black man imploded, compressing his frame into a slighter, though no less muscled build. His golden skin was a match for Eriko's own. Within moments, a Japanese man sat where James had once been. Only the eyes remained the same. Still brown, still warm. But now confusion and longing lived there.
+""It's been a while since I wore this flesh,"" he said to no one in particular.
+""I am surprised you can even return to your true form.""
+Master James laughed. ""Sometimes, Eriko, so am I. Actually, I'd quite forgotten how I once looked. It took your appearance to remind me."" Master James drew the petite Japanese woman to him. Her flesh melted into his arms, not metaphorically but physically. It molded around his muscular frame. She had mastered control of her flesh, just as he had long decades ago.
+As a matter of fact, he'd been the one to train her. She was his first disciple. Her skill in matters of the flesh rivaled his in most areas, and in a couple completely outstripped him.
+""Self conceptualization is a very powerful tool, Toshiro. The flesh remembers, even if you do not.""
+""Projection,"" Master James said, ""is a much more important factor. Man tries to mold himself to others' expectations. He sees himself only as others see him, not as he truly is."" Master James thought for a moment. ""Toshiro. That man is gone.""
+""Hush."" Eriko pressed her lips to his, sticking her tongue deep into his mouth to silence him. His radical words sent shivers down her spine. True, she agreed with him, but she'd rather forget about such dangerous ideas. She eventually released him.
+""Your scar has vanished,"" she whispered. ""Remember how I cut you with the straight razor when shaving your chin for the first time?"" She traced the line of his jaw with a sharp fingernail. His flesh tortured itself, creating a thin, white scar behind it. The puckered line looked old, even though it had not existed mere seconds ago.
+""I remember."" Master James smiled. ""I also remember how I punished you for cutting me, and how sweet our reconciliation was.""
+""I remember too,"" she said. She dropped to her knees in front of him and worked his cock out of his pants. She nuzzled her cheek against it, bringing it to rigid life.
+""I want that woman, Toshiro. She has the gift. I want to develop it in her.""
+""I sensed it as well. She will be powerful once properly trained.""
+""You Westerners do not allow women in your ranks. Will she be trained or used?""
+""That is my business, not yours."" Master James groaned as Eriko sucked him deep within her mouth. Even after all this time, she still knew how to manipulate his flesh as well as she could morph her own. ""You really want her, don't you?"" Master James said through his gasping.
+""Yes, I want her,"" she confirmed.
+Master James emptied himself into Eriko's mouth, filling her cheeks up completely. A sticky trickle of his seed leaked out from the corner of her mouth. ""You can't have her,"" he decreed.
+""We will see,"" she said, wiping her mouth with the back of a slender hand. ""You've never been able to defy me for long, Toshiro. Not when you lived in Hokkaido, and not since you've come to America. I will get what I want."" She kissed the head of his cock fondly. ""I always do.""
+FIN"
+309,The Training Ch. 05,Un-registered,Chain Stories,2003-03-07,2003-03-07,2022-01-08 03:55:57,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-training-ch-05,The Visitor.,"['Bank Account', 'Billion Dollars', 'Called James', 'Carefully Applied', 'Emir', 'Felix', 'Kiss Feet', 'Master James', 'Prick Balls', 'Rear End']",4.08,"The Emirate of Kobekistan is one of those wonderful places where a visitor feels that they have stepped back into a more leisurely, more dignified era of history, but without sacrificing any of the more useful gadgets of modern civilisation. Air-conditioning protects the inhabitants from the rigours of a sub-tropical climate. Motor cars whisk them from one building to another. Desalination provides ample water. The most modern medical advances are practised in the hospitals. Television shows umpteen channels. Education utilises the most modern computer-aided systems. Childbirth is no longer as dangerous as it used to be, even though eunuch doctors are the only ones available to the women of the harems. Becoming a eunuch is very rarely a fatal operation since it is carried out by experts in surgical conditions second to none. A girl being cut and sewn to make her incapable of sexual pleasure and virtually unusable by a man (except for sodomy) now has a less than one in a thousand chance of contracting a dangerous infection. Moderation in all things is the watchword. Toleration extends to allowing alcohol to be sold to foreign workers in the country, though only within their company compounds. Women are taught to read and write, at least in some harems.
+Of course, these facilities are not all available to all the population, but for all those who matter, the better families, they are taken for granted. A field slave might not benefit from all of them, but the medical services ensure that a slave no longer has to be humanely destroyed if an over- enthusiastic owner damages it somewhat while administering discipline.
+The disadvantages of civilisation as it is understood in the West are nevertheless kept at bay. Advertising is negligible. Tourists are not permitted to enter the country. Women are not allowed to show their faces on the streets. Marriages are arranged by parents, who are wiser in their choices than the impulses of youth would be. There is none of the political brouhaha since the country is ruled by the Emir whom Allah has appointed. His word is law, literally; were he to say ""Off with his head,"" the miscreant would be executed in public within the hour.
+All of this is made possible by the oil on which the Emirate rests. When all the oil reserves have been extracted, in some centuries time, the level of the land will have been lowered by an average of ten feet. The oil is a 'heavy crude' which is dug out of the ground in lumps, looking for all the world like treacle toffee. There is none of the messy liquid to process and no unsightly wells.
+The Emir, His Magnificence Mahmoud Abdullah, has ruled the land in peace and prosperity for many years. In that time he has made many friends throughout the world. Some of his especial friends share his tastes and interests in the selection, training, and breeding of women. Hearing of the transformation skills of the Masters Guild and its staff, the Emir decided to investigate.
+***
+It was some weeks after Alison returned from her visit to Japan when the Guild of Masters received an unusual visitor, and a royal visitor at that.
+""Welcome to the Masters Guild, your Majesty,"" said Master James, somewhat unsure of himself in the presence of one so far above him in social standing. It wasn't the title that frightened him, it was the credit report he had seen that morning. Dun and Bradstreet had rated his personal wealth as requiring a telephone call to them. When Master James telephoned, fearing a hoaxer, they had assured him that the Emir could afford to pay a bill of ""more than a billion dollars"" from his personal bank account, and Master James had never realised that such a rating even existed.
+""Relax, my friend,"" the Emir said, ""I am not a Majesty. If you really want to be formal I am a Magnificence; to be truly formal I am His Magnificence, the Emir Ibrahim, but I thought that here I was among friends. A simple Sir will suffice.""
+After the tour of the premises, the Emir explained why he was there, ""It is not the training of the women which interests me. We have our own ways of training them which I assure you work well. It was the transformation process that interested me.""
+As Master James started to speak the Emir held up one hand and continued, ""I know. It is a secret. I don't want your secret, though doubtless it could be bought.""
+'To a man who could pay a billion dollars out of his personal bank account, the whole of the Masters Guild and all the Masters in it could be bought, and there would be enough left over to buy most of the US Senate,' Master James thought.
+""All I may wish to do is have some women transformed, for a proper fee of course. The fee would have to include a guarantee of their safety.""
+""Sure we could arrange that, Sir,"" said Master James, ""No problem.""
+""What worries me is that when you have transformed, let's say a quiet ordinary woman into a Hollywood Beauty Queen and enhanced her sexual desire to the point of nymphomania, can a man still enjoy her? Does it ruin her self-control and training?""
+""If you will permit me, Sir, we can demonstrate such a woman to you whenever you wish.""
+""Tomorrow, then, about four in the afternoon? And it will be a private demonstration?""
+""Most certainly,"" said Master James, and the Emir left.
+Master James immediately rang Felix.
+""Felix,"" he said, ""Do you enjoy your visits with us?""
+""Yeah,"" said Felix enthusiastically.
+""Well, we, that is the Guild, would like to ask a favour of you.""
+""You got it,"" replied Felix without hesitation.
+""We would like to offer Alison tomorrow, as part of a demonstration of our skills, to a visitor who is not a member of the Guild. He is an honoured guest of ours from overseas. Of course he does not have a member's right to demand her, so I'm asking it as a favour.""
+""I thought you now owned her?"" asked Felix, perplexed.
+""We do, for Guild purposes, but this is so far beyond our rights in her that I felt we should ask you, as a favour, to agree to this.""
+""Okay, right. Can I watch?""
+""We hope you don't insist. He's a might touchy about that. You can watch on video afterwards, but not directly,"" said Master James firmly.
+Felix shrugged, ""Okay, I guess. Who's the big VIP?""
+""Let us just say that he is Royalty from one of the oil states.""
+""A Sheikh or something?""
+""Something like that, yes.""
+***
+Mid-morning of the next day the Emir's Rolls arrived and Master James wondered what was happening. The chauffeur, a tall well-built Arab, seemed to be the only occupant and he delivered a parcel to Master James without uttering one single syllable. Opening the parcel in his office Master James found two pages of detailed instructions, and a harem costume.
+Just after lunch Alison was duly delivered to the Masters Guild.
+""You got plenty time to prepare; he won't be ready for you for a couple hours. Here is the gear he wants you in,"" said Master James, handing her a bundle of clothes, ""I'll check you over and finish the preparation when you are done. Oh, and no jewellery. The rings come off for this man. He figures nipple rings are gaudy, and clit rings are stupid because they give the woman some pleasure but contribute nothing to the man's excitement.""
+Alison had a leisurely bath and examined the clothes she was to wear. The top was a sleeveless brocade waistcoat with some sort of sequins sewn in behind the embroidery making it sparkle in the light. It was in the style of a western bolero top, but had neither buttons nor button holes. That did not matter because it did not meet across the breasts but left them visible at each swing as she walked. The other garment was a pair of loose sheer chiffon trousers in pastel blue, with no gusset or seam between the legs. Thus the legs were encased, but the gap left the wearer's cunt completely visible and accessible. As the gap ran from the front waistband right through to the back, the arse-crack was also totally available.
+Ally's spirit rose and her cunt began to liquefy at the mere thought of the reactions of the men who might see her in this outfit. Clearly these clothes were not designed for warmth, decency or comfort. They were designed solely for the pleasure of the man watching the woman who wore them. The blue of the trousers complemented her blonde tresses perfectly. Putting them on, she sat at the dressing table and carefully applied her make-up.
+Then she walked out into Master James's office and asked, ""Will I do?""
+""Not yet,"" said Master James, ""Lay on the couch; I have to complete your make- up.""
+He took some rouge and reddened her nipples and areolae carefully, then he applied more rouge to her labia. Turning her on her front he spread her arse- cheeks and oiled her anus carefully, using three fingers to make sure she was thoroughly eased open and it was all Alison could do to keep her mind on the guest she was expected to pleasure. As he was doing so, he explained what this client wanted.
+""First, you are nothing to him. Your sole purpose in that room is for his pleasure. If he says 'cum' you cum immediately. If he doesn't order you to cum, you don't cum. You only ever do exactly what he orders. You only speak in answer to a direct question. If he hits you, he hits you and that's that. If he fucks you that's up to him. If he says 'jump' you don't wait to ask 'how high'. You start by kneeling at the foot of his bed and kissing his feet and slowly work your way up his legs. Then you start to kiss and lick his prick and balls. You don't take it in your mouth unless you are told to do so. He will direct you from there.""
+Master James paused.
+""On your back and play with your clit,"" he ordered, ""Make yourself nearly cum, but don't you dare finish.""
+After watching her for some minutes, Master James motioned her to stop, and then squeezed her cunt top to bottom to make it gape open and poured in a liberal helping of oil. Fingers again ensured she was completely lubricated. As he did this Alison longed for his thick length inside her.
+""OK, you'll do,"" he said, ""Now get in there and remember everything I told you about how to approach this man. If he isn't pleased with you, I shall be angry. If I'm angry, Felix will be angry. The visitor will punish you; then I'll punish you for being punished. Then Felix will take you home to the worst punishment of all; never to return here again.""
+***
+The bed on which her temporary Master reclined was higher than any she had seen before, easily three feet off the floor. She only had to bend at the waist to be perfectly positioned to kiss his feet. Quickly she worked her way up the legs, marvelling at the cleanliness of this man.
+""Mmm,"" she murmured as she licked at the plum-coloured head of his prick, ""I do adore a lovely big ...""
+She was never clear what happened then but she found herself in a heap on the floor with her head ringing from a blow over her left ear. The Emir was standing over her with a small dog-whip in his hand.
+SPLAT.
+The pain across her lower back and buttocks where the whip had landed was excruciating, but she retained enough grasp of her surroundings to hear him say, ""You were not given permission to speak. Americans never train their women properly. Start again, and be quick about it. Personally, I have all my American concubines' vocal cords removed before they come to my bed.""
+With that he lay down on the bed again.
+""Do I have to send you back and ask for a replacement?"" he asked impatiently.
+Alison scrambled to her feet and made her way to the foot of the bed, where she carefully started to kiss his feet and legs again, reflecting on how upset Master James, and especially Felix would be if the Emir rejected her. Then she remembered Master James's threat that she would never return to the Masters Guild if she failed tonight. The thought horrified her and she realised, for the first time, that she was utterly addicted to this place and its many demands.
+As she licked and sucked her way round and along his prick and balls, she waited for a command to change what she was doing. Eventually that command came.
+""My nipples.""
+She moved carefully up his body, not neglecting his navel en route to his nipples which, she discovered, erected whenever she feathered them with the tip of her tongue, but did not appreciate being sucked. She learned that because he also played with her nipples, exciting her when he was pleased and digging his nails in cruelly if she displeased him. This confused her a little, because the pain excited her more than the stroking. The next order arrived soon after that.
+""I believe your police instruct you to 'assume the position'.""
+Obediently she slid off the high bed and stood, feet apart, bent forwards on to the bed, arms above her head, ready to be searched for concealed weapons in true _'Highway Patrol'_ fashion. The Emir slipped quietly off the bed at the opposite side and walked round the foot of the bed to stand next to her. For some moments nothing happened and she wondered if she should do something; then she remembered her instructions that, 'You only do what he orders'.
+Her arse-cheeks were gripped firmly and spread apart as he inspected her darker rosebud. Then he released them and she thought for a moment that liquid fire had been poured on them. The pain quickly localised and she understood that he had hit her, hard, with the dog whip exactly across the centre of her buttocks, as near as she could tell. A second conflagration arrived a little above the first one; this made her cry out in pain.
+""Hold still. Has nobody taught you to take a whipping without dancing about like a dervish on Ecstasy?""
+A third stroke, lower this time, elicited a small scream. Her tormentor grunted his dissatisfaction and she quickly quietened herself. Again nothing happened for an appreciable time.
+""I must admit that white-skinned women mark more colourfully than our native olive-skinned beauties,"" remarked the Emir, as though the colour of the weals of a whipping were as inconsequential as the exact shade of her nail varnish.
+He spread her cheeks wide apart again, and this time thrust deep into her cunt with a rigidity that pleased her immensely. She wiggled her arse and clenched her cunt muscles at the sheer delight of this man's iron shaft deep inside her. She almost had an orgasm, but remembered just in time that it was forbidden until she was told she could. It was only when she felt his penis enter the narrower passage that it dawned on her that her vagina was occupied by the handle of the whip.
+Settling himself firmly in her anus he issued the next order, ""Cough.""
+She did not understand this order, and he had to repeat it in an exasperated tone, ""Cough. That way the muscles contract on me and I receive some small pleasure from it. In the name of all that is holy, have you had no training?""
+Interpreting this question as not being rhetorical, she answered, ""Almost none, by your standards, Master.""
+At this he laughed so hard that he was dislodged from her rear end. He sat on the bed and stared at her so that she, too, started to laugh.
+When they had both recovered, he raised his voice a little and called, ""James.""
+In seconds Master James was in the room. This was not the suave assured Master James that Alison knew. This Master James looked very worried and was almost stammering.
+""Y-Your Majesty, what can I do that will be of service?""
+""What I want now is a liquid.""
+""Sir, what fruit juice would you like, or coffee, or anything else you may desire?""
+""This is not Kobekistan, here in your country alcohol is permitted. Champagne please.""
+Master James dashed from the room and as he did so the Emir pulled the whip out of Alison's cunt and pushed her face down on the bed. Master James returned in a matter of moments with a magnum of Champagne and a single glass. The Emir looked at the bottle critically.
+""Schramsberg Blanc De Blanc, well I suppose it will do,"" he said, ""After all it isn't to drink.""
+Expertly opening it he proceeded to pour a good deal of it on to Alison's abused rear end.
+Rubbing her buttocks enthusiastically, he remarked, ""That should relax the muscles.""
+Dropping the bottle on the floor, he re-entered her arse and continued to sodomise her enthusiastically, ignoring Master James completely, whereupon that gentleman withdrew discretely. Alison again found it very difficult to hold her own climax off but she fought against it with all the effort she could muster. This was a Master she wanted to please, not because of the threats now, but because he was so unbelievably self assured. The Masters here shouted and gave orders but it was always possible to disobey them, if unwise. With this man, Ally thought, disobedience just was not a possibility. After a steady pounding for some minutes, Alison felt her bowels flooded with copious jets of his semen.
+Rolling off her he again called, ""James.""
+As Master James rushed in to the room, the Emir simply said, ""Dinner,"" nodded to Master James, and said nothing more as he swept out of the bedroom.
+""Well done,"" said Master James, ""His nod showed that he enjoyed you. Visiting Masters here don't often tip that well, either.""
+Suddenly pushing her back on the bed, to her great delight Master James fucked her hard and fast. Well before he came, Ally screamed out as her own release overtook her, and it felt as if a giant weight were being lifted off her shoulders. She realised how hard she had had to work in the last hour to prevent herself from coming without being ordered to. When they had both recovered from this bout which had been triggered by their relief at the departure of the Emir, they stood up and she remembered what Master James had said.
+""Tip?"" asked Alison perplexed, ""What tip?""
+""The coat and trousers. He indicated that you can keep them.""
+""So? I need more bedroom clothes? I can't buy what I need?""
+Alison shook her head; of course Felix could provide anything she needed.
+""You little fool. You see how the jacket sparkles as you move in it? That is because it has diamonds sewn into the embroidery. It must be worth several hundred thousand dollars in jewellery alone. If you auctioned a genuine 21st century harem outfit in the right place, there is no limit to what some men would pay, especially if a night's demonstration of its use by the woman selling it is thrown in.""
+***
+As the Emir was leaving after the excellent dinner that the Guild had provided in a private dining room, he surprised Master James again with a suggestion.
+""Can you alter the physical characteristics really drastically?"" he asked.
+""Yes, Sir, we can change anything the client requires.""
+""Well, when fucking a woman I sometimes like to suck on a nipple at the same time,"" said the Emir, ""Could you move one nipple to the middle of her shoulder blades so that I could have that pleasure while fucking her arse? And still have it functioning properly to rouse her, of course? It would save having two women in the room at the same time, which is awkward with some of our larger women.""
+Master James assured him that such an operation was entirely possible, and then he wondered if some of their other Masters might also like the option of a woman with one, or even both of her breasts at the back.
+***
+Later, as Alison and Felix were leaving the Mansion, Master James said to Felix, ""Here's the tape of the evening. Don't lose it, and Alison, don't leave the pj's on the subway.""
+""We're not going home on the ..."" Alison started to say, and then realised it was a joke, the first he had ever made to her; she glowed at the thought that she must have pleased him today.
+ _Please excuse my writing in English. They didn't teach American at my school._"
+310,The Training Ch. 06,Master_Vassago,Chain Stories,2003-03-12,2003-03-12,2022-01-08 03:55:59,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-training-ch-06,Felix gets Alison home.,"['Alison Immediately', 'Alison Reached', 'Alison Spread', 'Alison Stood', 'Felix Replied', 'Inside Alison', 'Masters Mistress', 'Nudged Head', 'Tiffany Wet', 'Watched Alison']",4.25,"Alison stood in the anteroom of the house not sure where to go this time. She had been released to Felix and he had ordered one last round of physical changes for her. He wanted her to have red hair and some of the commands for his ""new"" wife had been changed. The commands were changed to these in a list easily followed.
+Phase 1- Light arousal and strong oral urges.
+Phase 2- Medium arousal and intense anal urges.
+Phase 3- Heavy arousal and total slut wanton urges.
+Phase 4- Complete control given to the commander and no reserve what so ever to deny any request or command.
+Felix stood in the doorway watching the sexy redhead who used to be a reserved wife and decided that now he would test out the first of the phases. But first to set a little plan in motion he commanded her to go and fix dinner for four and to wear only an apron. Alison had wanted to change clothes first and freshen up and she started to voice this to her husband when suddenly Felix spoke.
+""Phase 4 initiated slut,"" he said firmly, watching her for a reaction.
+Suddenly deep inside her a switch was flipped and Alison now only knew to follow her husband's instructions to the letter. ""Yes, Master,"" she replied quickly looking down to the floor.
+In an instant she was gone and in the kitchen setting out food and stripping down to her birthday suit and placing an apron over her head and tying it off behind her just above the swell of her juicy buttocks.
+Felix walked into the den and placed a few phone calls. He called his buddies that he knew were lacking in the getting pussy department and told them to come over for dinner and a surprise. One of the guys said that he had a girl with him and would it be alright to have her join them. ""Of course,"" Felix replied, ""but she might have to participate in a little game I have planned."" Ted, his friend said that shouldn't be a problem and then hung up.
+Twenty minutes later Felix finished his phone calls and was standing behind his wife admiring the sweet reconstructed ass she had and decided to get some for himself before sharing his new slut with anyone else.
+""Phase 2 initiated,"" he said as he walked behind her and started to kiss her neck and reached down to squeeze her firm ass.
+Alison now felt the overwhelming urge to have her husband fuck her tight asshole, she had never been much for taking it back there but now for some strange reason that is all she could think about it. She dropped the dishes in her hand into the sink and reached behind her. Her hand immediately brushed the front of Felix's pants and his cock aroused and erect pressed against her palm.
+Alison stood there with so many different thoughts running through her mind and yet the only clear thought was get Felix to fuck you in the arse. She wiggled her tight little bum back to where her hand was grasping Felix's cock and ground into him. Not being able to wait a second longer she unzipped his pants and pulled open his boxer shorts and tugged his adequate manhood out the opening.
+Not a word had been spoken barring his command and she was dripping with lust. Felix had only kissed her shoulders and neck yet she was feeling more randy than she had in years for her husband. Leading him by his cock she walked to the refrigerator and opened the door. She peered inside looking for some quick type of lube and there it was. The container of butter would do nicely she figured for the impromptu ass fuck that was about to take place.
+Still holding Felix's cock firmly in hand she led him towards the serving island in the middle of the kitchen and stopped. Once there she dropped to her knees and came head to head with her husband's bouncing love warrior. Alison slowly stroked his cock as she looked up into his eyes. ""Felix,"" she whispered.
+It was then that Felix remembered what the Master's had told him about taking firm control over his new slut, he would have to be assertive and rough at times to make sure she never strayed far from within his control. Being that right now he wanted her mouth wrapped around his cock he just put his hand in her fiery red hair and nudged his cock into her open mouth.
+""Suck me Alison,"" he both commanded and begged in one quick quip.
+Alison new nothing now except trying to please her husband. Before she had been transplanted to the compound and trained she would have laughed at her husband and walked away if he talked to her like that. But, now she felt her pussy moisten even more at the way he was taking control. She liked feeling helpless to her urges and hoped that he would continue to dominate her in this way. Alison felt she could get very used to being his slut, after all that is what she was now, his for the claiming.
+Alison stopped thinking and licked the swollen head of her husband's cock as he pushed it into her mouth. Her tongue slid over the helmet repeatedly, she could taste the copious amounts of precum leaking from the slit in his cock and it only fueled her on for more. She was torn though between wanting him to cum in her mouth or in her ass or all over her. That would be his decision. She knew they didn't have enough time for two or all of those choices just one bout for Felix before his friends arrived.
+Felix pushed his cock deeper into Alison's throat and was amazed that for the first time in their years of marriage she didn't gag when he hit the back of her throat. This spurred him forth and he hoped this was only the beginning to his wife's transformation gifts. Felix held Alison's head in his hands and fucked her mouth like he had always dreamed of doing.
+Once Alison felt Felix's hands on her head she went crazy, the lust quelled up inside needed to find its own release and she would help it she thought as she reached underneath her apron and rubbed her hairless pussy with three fingers. Rubbing wasn't good enough though and she slipped her fingers up inside and curled them touching her sweet spot as her cunt quivered and tugged at her fingers as if trying to suck them up deeper inside. She could feel the tightness and elasticity of her pussy now and was amazed at how impossibly tight she could be after being so thoroughly fucked throughout her training and during her overseas adventure.
+Felix was nearing orgasm but, damn, he thought, I don't have enough time to cum and then fuck her so I have to get into that tight ass now. ""Alison, stand up and bend over the island, you dirty little slut wife,"" he ordered.
+Alison quick to obey jumped up and pulled the top off the butter and pushed her hand down into the creamy mixture. Once she had enough she grasped Felix's cock and stroked the makeshift lube all over his cock. He slid easily between her fingers and she found that she was having trouble keeping her grip on his shaft. Well that would make slipping into her ass easier.
+Alison now focused her attention on her own tight little asshole and as Felix watched she scooped up just a bit more of the butter and then spread her asscheeks with one hand while running the cold butter all over her anal opening. Alison rubbed it in and then pushed her fingers deeper past the tight ring to her asshole and inside. Once she had gained access with two fingers she worked a third in and satisfied she was prepared she reached back and grabbed Felix's slippery cock and pulled him to her. She had to readjust twice because his manhood slid out of her fist as she pulled him nearer.
+Felix watched as Alison spread her asscheeks and bent over the island. Her little brown asshole was slick with butter and looked enticing. He had to have her now. He placed one hand on her asscheek and the other gripped his cock as he pushed forward and nudged the head of his shaft against her anal ring. At first it seemed he wouldn't be able to get into the tight backdoor opening but then with one more push the head slipped inside as well as an inch or two of his shaft.
+""OH god,"" Alison exclaimed in a mixture of joy and pain, ""that hurts, but feels incredible Felix.""
+WHACK! Felix let his hand slap hard against her ass as he pushed more of his shaft inside the tightest of orifices on his wife's body. ""You will call me sir or master slut,"" Felix growled feeling his power now.
+""Yes, master,"" Alison cried out as she felt more of Felix's shaft pushed into her tight asshole.
+Felix couldn't believe this feeling of complete power and control and the how virile fucking his wife's ass was making him. He felt like a young stud again and this time around he had his own personal whore to please him whenever and however he should choose. Felix pulled almost all the way out of Alison's rectum and then shoved the remaining length of his shaft in to the hilt. He proceeded to pound his wife's asshole as hard as he could and reading her body language and moans it seemed to him she loved it.
+""Yes, master, fuck my tiny little asshole as hard as you can, please make it hurt, make it feel so could,"" Alison begged.
+""Grrrumph!"" Felix growled loudly as sweat dripped from his body onto his wife's backside. He couldn't hold off his orgasm much longer and he wanted to make his little slut come with him. Reaching around he took her hand in his and guided it to her dripping little pussy. ""Play with your cunt, whore,"" he commanded as she started fingering her snatch with feverish passion.
+Once they were in sync and moving in a flurry of ass pounding rhythm Alison reached her first orgasm in days. She had repressed her sexual urges as long as possible or rather until her master would allow another orgasm.
+""You may cum now trollop,"" Felix spoke between breaths.
+He held her hips as he pounded her asshole for the first time and slammed her with every muscle he could work in his legs and hips. Felix would every few seconds remove his hand from her hips and swat her ass hard reminding her who was her master now and forever.
+As Alison climaxed her body went into a frenzy and her pussy clenched and gripped her fingers making it feel as if they might be snapped off inside her. Her asshole did the same to Felix's cock and it only managed to draw the orgasm welling deep within his balls.
+Felix shouted, ""I'm cumming slut get ready.""
+""Yes, master, yes!"" Alison joined in with her moans and squeals of delight.
+One hard stroke later his cum traveled up the length of his shaft and the first few spurts went deep inside Alison's butter slicked asshole. He pulled out and grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. Even as he was doing this she was spinning around and reaching up on her own trying to grab Felix's pulsing shaft and force more jism from inside.
+Spurt after glorious spurt landed on her face and outstretched tongue as Alison threw caution to the wind and wrapped her mouth back around his cock and mouth fucked Felix's cock until he could shoot no more.
+Sated Felix stood there looking down as his happy wife sucked the remaining oozing cum from his cock and then bent forward to kiss his feet. ""Sir,"" she inquired, ""may I go take a shower quickly before the guests arrive and dress for the evening?""
+""To the shower yes,"" Felix replied, ""as for getting dressed you will wear only a thong a one of my dress shirts for dinner tonight. Now run along and be quick or you will be properly disciplined.""
+Alison rushed upstairs still horny and needing more but if she was reading Felix right there would be lots more fun before the evening was up. She hoped he would use her now in front of his friends and maybe even let them all have a go at her. She knew that at least Ted was hung like a mule and that would be more than enough for her lust filled desires at the moment.
+Felix went up just as Alison was stepping out of the shower. He knew he could command her to do things now and he would but first he wanted to get a shower and greet the others. It was his plan to show off the changes in his wife and then to have his friends fuck her. He had always liked the thought of seeing other men fuck his wife but she would never go for it before now she wouldn't have a choice. His command was sacred now and she would have to do whatever he commanded and like it, although he had no doubt she would be more than ready for anything he ordered her to do once the phase was set correctly in her mind.
+Twenty minutes later Felix was greeting his friends at the door as his wife prepared the rest of dinner. Ted and Tiffany were the first to arrive and Tiffany was quite the little knockout. Felix had no idea how Ted had pulled this fine piece of ass but he was glad he had brought her along and hoped that she was bi as well that might just lead to more fun than he had expected.
+Ted was a burly black man and the two men worked together and played cards every Tuesday night so Felix had heard all the tales of sex Ted had and also his bragging about a well above average cock swinging between his legs. Tonight may just prove his bragging wrong or right.
+James and Ed arrived a few minutes later sans dates as they never seemed to find dates when they all went out. The guys were attractive or so Alicia had told him once before they just had no game, as the younger guys at work put it. Felix had no idea how his other two friends were endowed but as he had thought numerous times over the past few weeks and earlier tonight he may just find out.
+""Welcome you guys, and girl, sorry Tiffany,"" Felix greeted once everyone was inside and had rid themselves of their coats, ""I'm glad you all could make it tonight."" ""The occasion is just that Alison just arrived home today and I wanted to show her off after all her hard work.""
+Felix left it at that and then called to Alison to come in and join them in the living room for a moment. As she walked in the three men who were regulars in this house all let their jaws drop. Felix smiled to himself as the men looked Alison up and down appraising her new form. Her breast were a bit larger and more perky than before and she seemed a tad bit taller. Her lips were fuller and her hair color changed to red from its mousy coif prior to tonight. The last thing the men noticed was the fuller more luscious looking ass of their hostess.
+""Hello gentleman,"" Alison greeted them shyly. She was aware of her new shapely form and its effect on the male gender but she had yet to try it out amongst their friends or out in public.
+Each man rose and kissed her hand and admired her, this didn't fail to get noticed by Felix who had hoped for just such a reaction. When it came time to greet Tiffany the girl stood up and hugged Alison and reached down behind her and patted her tight freshly fucked little ass. ""So nice to meet you,"" Tiffany said.
+Alison felt underdressed standing there in only a thong and Felix's shirt but that was what he had commanded so that was how it would be. She turned quickly and led the others into the dining area where dinner was sitting prepared on the table. Alison was careful not to spin to fast, she didn't want to expose her assets to everyone. At least not yet.
+As they sat and drank and talked the conversation was slowly nudged towards Alison's new shapely form. ""So how did you do it,"" Tiffany inquired. Alison was a bit reluctant to speak of all that had happened to her but Felix quickly chimed in and told them that she had gone to a spa that used herbal therapy to help suppress appetite and enlarge bosoms and tone her body through working out.
+Satisfied that everyone had their fill thus far Felix stood and looked at Alison, he walked over behind her and whispered in her ear, ""Phase 1, my pet.""
+Alison immediately felt a stirring between her legs light and constant and she had a dire need to get someone's cock into her mouth, or to at least taste Tiffany. Felix again stood behind her and commanded her to stand. ""Let us adjourn to the living room everyone,"" he spoke.
+Tiffany led the way back into the living room slightly intoxicated from the alcohol she had consumed during dinner. She was feeling playful and turned towards Ted and slipped her hand in his pocket. As they sat down Alison watched as the outline of the girl's hand steadily moved in Ted's pocket and she could see the shaft of his cock rising beneath the trousers.
+Felix watched this and then went behind Alison, looking to his two other friends he asked if they liked his wife's new look. James and Ed nodded their assurances and then wide eyed stared as Felix lifted the shirt over his wife's head exposing her breasts and thong.
+""How would you like to see more fellows and Tiffany?"" Felix inquired.
+""Oh god yes,"" all three answered in unison. They continued to watch as Felix ran his hands around the sensitive areolas of his wife and then pulled at her nipples as they hardened. Each could see the wetness on the front of her panties as she grew more aroused.
+""I think she wants to see you too everyone,"" Felix coaxed.
+With that the men who all were interested in seeing as much of Alison as possible stripped down to their boxer's. Ted's above average cock being hard already was poking through the opening in his underwear and it slapped his stomach as he stood up.
+Tiffany couldn't believe what was going on but nor did she mind, here before her out in the open was one of Ted's best friends wife nearly naked and Ted sitting next to her with his enormous hard on waving in the air.
+""Tiffany don't you want to see more also?"" Felix asked.
+""Yes, but I, well I um,"" she fumbled for words, ""I guess I could go down to bra and panties if Ted doesn't mind.""
+Ted quickly responded, ""Get your clothes off now my sexy little succubus.""
+With that Tiffany stood up and removed her blouse and started to shuck out of her skirt when Felix spoke into Alicia's ear again, ""Phase 3 slut."" As soon as the words left his mouth Alison was on the edge of an orgasm. She had no idea why but she wanted to get all three of four of the cocks in this room inside her and now. She also had more than a passing fancy to get between Tiffany's legs before it was all over.
+Tiffany although a bit shy and reserved about stripping in front of perfect strangers decided to go with the mood. The mood being her pussy was on fire and she had a strong enough desire to see where this night could lead. She had been with a woman before but never with this many men in one setting. Perhaps this would be a night of many firsts.
+Alison carefully observed Tiffany's body language as the girl removed her bra now and stood there in front of them with only her panties on. Her hair was shining and she looked a little scared but delightfully turned on. This was ever visible by the rock hard nipples, and her shallow breaths.
+""Go to her Alison,"" Felix instructed. He now sat down in his chair and watched as Alicia made her way to the newly naked female in the room. Once she was within arms reach Alison stretched her arm forward and pulled Tiffany to her kissing her deeply. No hesitation from either woman at this point.
+The four men sat there with rock hard erections waiting to see just how far Ted and Felix would allow this to go before sending at least Ed and James home. Deciding that this was a rare enough site for them all four men slowly started jacking off watching the women. None of the men would look at the other fearing some homosexual comment from one another about looking at another guy stroking his shaft. This would all be rectified in a moment though.
+As Alison and Tiffany kissed their hands roamed on another's body and it was simply an erotic experience they shared together. Alicia turned Tiffany around and bent her over at the waist. Standing behind the beauty Alison heard Felix give her a command through her fogged up with arousal mind. ""Lick her,"" was all he said.
+Alison knelt down and grabbed Tiffany's asscheeks in one hand and spread them and then leaned in and darted her tongue over the tight little sphincter. Suddenly she had the urge to do more and as her hands traveled up the inner thigh of Tiffany she felt her fingers come in contact with the woman's wet pussy. Her fingers slipped in effortlessly as she tongue fucked Tiffany's asshole and worked her fingers in and out of the girl's wet snatch.  
+Tiffany was pushing back with her hips drawing tongue and fingers deeper inside her when she felt a hand on her head. As she turned her head she was staring directly into Ted's crotch. He took her head in one hand and pulled it towards his cock. Tiffany felt ravenous at this point and reached out and placed on hand around the elongated black shaft of Ted. In an instant she was stroking his massive shaft up and down. She pulled the shaft down just enough so that she could get the tip in her mouth.
+Ted was standing over his girlfriend and watching her get fingered and eaten by Alicia as she first stroked and then started sucking on the head of his cock. He was more aroused now than he could remember being in quite a while. In a few seconds time Tiffany had gone from lightly teasing the head of his big dick to now swallowing it and pushing her mouth down to the base of his cock repeatedly.
+In no time at all Tiffany felt the overwhelming urge to suck Ted's massive member deep into her throat. Ted was responding as he always did pushing his cock deep into her mouth and fucking it as fast as he could. The other three men weren't about to be left out at this point and then Alicia heard it.
+Felix spoke with a deep authority in his voice, ""Phase 4, Slut.""
+Alison immediately pushed her tongue deeper inside of Tiffany's wet pussy and her fingers started playing with the girl's asshole. Felix had motioned the other two men towards his wife and then he spoke to James.
+""James since you have the smaller cock I want you to fuck Alison's ass. Ed you slide under her and pound her pussy from beneath. Hold nothing back you two,"" Felix grinned, ""I want her fucked and stuffed until she can't walk tomorrow.""
+Immediately James and Ed started moving towards Alicia. Ed slipped beneath her as she was still on all fours with her mouth pressed against Tiffany's pussy. In the blink of an eye Ed had one of her perfect breasts into his mouth and started licking and sucking on the nipple. He felt her start to press her heaving tit against his mouth harder and suddenly he bit down and locked his teeth on her nipple.
+""Oh god yes,"" Alison moaned as she pulled momentarily away from Tiffany's pussy. She was so wet and willing to do anything now she needed to be fucked, spanked, her breasts roughly teased.
+Ed kept sucking on her nipple as he chewed it a little harder and rolled his tongue over it before switching to the other. Meanwhile behind Alison, James stood there stroking his hard cock. He waited as Felix handed him the KY jelly and then squeezed out a glob onto his cock and fingers. He stroked his cock lubing it up until his cock was shining and wet. With his well lubed finger he started to rub Alison's exposed asshole with small circles each time around he would gently nudge his finger inside. Alison's asshole was still slightly loose from the previous ass fuck she had received early from Felix.
+Ed reached up and put his arms around Alison's waist and pulled her down so her pussy was in contact with his big cock. Alicia could deny him any longer she reached one hand back and gripped his shaft and directed it between the swollen lips of her sex. No time to be wasted she dropped her hips down on his cock taking his above average length and girth in one fell swoop.
+Alison could feel the enormous cock stretching her elastic like tight little cunt and she had to pull away from Tiffany's cunt long enough to scream as she dropped down on his cock and felt it widen her pussy. She started rocking immediately on his big cock grinding her clit against his pelvic area trying desperately to get off.
+James knew this was his chance Alison was so wrapped up in the rough fucking she was receiving in her tight pussy that her asshole relaxed and he slipped a third finger in with little effort. He grabbed his cock and nudged the head against her asshole as she pushed back on Ed. The head of his average sized cock slipped in and nearly all of his shaft did on the first push.
+""Oh god,"" Alison cooed as her body quivered with pleasure.
+Ted had decided that the host should receive some enjoyment as well and he waved to Felix inviting him over as he pulled his cock from Tiffany's mouth with an audible plop. The girl whimpered as he withdrew from her mouth but immediately smiled to him as his cock was replaced by Felix's in front of her.
+Ted grabbed Tiffany's hips and pulled her slowly down over his lap as he sat down on the floor. Tiffany felt Ted's huge member slip against her clit teasingly before he lifted her again and held her ass in his hands and lifted and dropped her down over his cock again and again.
+Felix loved the skill of Tiffany's oral pleasures as she kept her mouth wrapped firmly around his prick while Ted fucked her pussy from below. She was a hungry little cum slut, Felix thought as he fucked her mouth with all his might.
+Ed couldn't control his spasms when they came and he clamped his teeth around Alison's hard nipples and bit down sending her into her own climax. James was pounding her ass in fierce strokes and she knew he was near cumming as well.
+""Fill me with your cum big boys,"" she squealed as she came again and again. Her body seemed incapable of slowing down in her orgasmic bliss. She continued to slide up and down on Ed's cock until he stopped shooting his cum deep inside her womb.
+James had something far more worthy in mind. He shouted ready to Ted and Felix and as all three men rushed towards the brink Ed slid out of Alison's pussy and slid from beneath her and grabbed her arms.
+Alison had always been a little against getting cum on her body and face before but after her transformation Felix had hoped that she would embrace such acts. He had planned this evening as soon as she had left and now the party was coming to its climax.
+As Ed grabbed her arms Alison felt her James withdraw from her ass and immediately she was pulled up into a kneeling position. As she did both Felix and Ted withdrew from Tiffany and stood over Alison's face jerking their cocks as fast as they possibly could. As Alison watched her tummy had butterfly's in it going wild. She wanted this, craved it, needed it. She needed to be a cum slut from now on.
+Tiffany slid beneath Alison's spread thighs and looked up inside the open cunt above her. She could see Ed's cum dripping out and in a moment of passion she lapped away at the cum and Alison's wet cum filled pussy. That is of course why Ted had brought her here to experience new pleasures.
+Alison gasped as the three men in front of her shot off one after the other cumming on her face and tits. She felt Tiffany's wet tongue sliding past her pussy lips and deep inside her inviting pussy.
+""That's right slut, wear our cum as the marking of your new lifestyle,"" Felix yelled as his cum spurted out on her lips and dribbled down her chin. Felix added one sentence now that surprised and excited Alison. ""These four other people are now also your Masters and Mistress from this day forth,"" he revealed, ""when they command you to do something no matter where you are you will be at their mercy.""
+All three men had finished cumming and Alison slid off of Tiffany. ""Thank you Masters and Mistress,"" she said with a content smile through her cum streaked lips.
+ _Please remember to send feedback and to vote._"
+311,University of Life Ch. 01,lindiana,Chain Stories,2005-05-18,2005-05-18,2022-01-08 03:56:09,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/university-of-life-ch-01,Robin's Tale.,"['Asked Doug', 'Break Room', 'Doug', 'Doug Asked', 'Doug Told', 'Doug Walked', 'Parent House', 'Saturday Night', 'Summer Long', 'Told Doug']",3.73,"It was never taken under consideration that building a large university in the middle of nowhere in the northeast United States might prove a bit stressful come winter time. What was considered was the large amount of undeveloped land on which the school could, it hoped, expand for future generations. As time went on, this proved to be true and the school, which ranked high on the annual best colleges in the US list, kept expanding and growing every year it seemed. It also was able to keep its costs low and its curriculum level high so that it had a surprising well-rounded and large student body.
+But here it was, February, and another nor'easter was blowing through which meant two things: 1) the students would be developing cabin fever from being stuck not only on campus but basically in their dorms and 2) the power would be iffy. This was exactly the case on this cold evening, shortly before Valentine's Day, as the snow blew furiously across the campus and all but the hardy stayed safely indoors.
+Robin had worked her way down to the break room as they called it, that sprawling room full of sofas covered in painfully itchy material that looked like something that belonged in someone's basement. Most of the dorm was already down there as it was the general hangout during storms like this, when the power shifted on and off like the flame of a match. She had dragged down her oversized pillows from her room, the ones her mom had helped her pick out at Home Goods. Most of the other girls were already there, sprawled across the floor and on the itchy couches but only after they had covered them with one of their own cotton throws or chenille blankets.
+Jenna, the Resident Advisor, was holding center court and advising everyone they were to watch their own candle. Of course, each girl had managed to drag one of those from her dorm room too so that the break room had a romantic glow to it now, with dozens of candles of all different scents lit across the room. Thankfully none of the scented candles were overpowering like last time when Amber's Pumpkin candle, left over from Halloween, nearly had them all running for their rooms to avoid the nauseous fumes.
+Apparently, Robin had just walked in on Jenna's idea of entertainment and the girls were going to take turn telling stories. Robin got her pillows settled on the floor and set her own unscented candle near her, with the box of kitchen matches a safe six inches away. She had brought down her can of diet cola which she place neatly next to the candle and then she turned her attention to the group.
+The storytelling was not taking hold, as Jenna would say, and Robin, being overly fond of her RA and not wanting her to be embarrassed, wracked her brain for something, anything, she could tell this group that would not be boring. She had led a relatively uneventful life and was not very good at remembering jokes or funny stories. She was a bit out of sorts as it was, what with VD coming up. It was not one of her favorite holidays, especially after what happened last summer.
+It was then she cleared her throat and began to speak, softly at first. It took a few minutes for the general din of the room to evaporate to quiet emptiness and by then everyone had turned to look at her, listening to her softly-spoken words.
+""Last summer, I got a job at the country club by where I live, waiting tables. The money was good, the tips were better and we all need extra cash. My family didn't belong and never will as it isn't the type of place my parents would hang out. They would rather go bowling, if you get my meaning. Anyway, I was there working on a Saturday night in July when Doug walked in. Doug was this guy from high school, two years ahead of me. He is very hot and all the girls panted after him in school. He never paid me any mind, I was mousy and quiet. His father is rather well off, I don't know exactly what but he owns some huge company or whatnot. So Doug walks in alone and I blush, trying not to look at him. He notices me though and comes over, asks me to meet him in the bar after my shift to chat.
+""I walk in the bar in my work clothes, knowing I probably stink of grease, but Doug doesn't seem to notice. We sit at a table and nurse our drinks, catching up. He tells me about his college, I tell him about mine. He told a few jokes and I laughed. He reached over and took my hand and I shivered. I couldn't stop myself from looking into those deep blue eyes of his.
+""It didn't take much for him to coax me out of the bar and into his car. He drove too fast in his shiny midnight blue mustang back to his parent's house. It was dark and quiet and I never thought to ask where his parent's were. His hands were warm and soft as she peeled my clothing from my body. I was shy at first, but his hands wouldn't let me hide. He cupped my breasts and my pussy like they were a precious gift.
+""Soon he eased me down onto my back on the plush carpeting, his fingers gently sliding between my thighs and finding the petals of my cunt, massaging them until they spread, along with my legs, lost in the sweet sensations he was causing to shoot through my body. My eyes locked onto his as he slipped into my body, his cock was so nice, hard and hot and just right as it filled me so fully, pushing deeper until he reached my hymen which he quickly and quietly broke. I gasped just for a moment then lost my self once more in the way he was stroking my body into an inferno.
+""It was my first time but I could tell it wasn't his. I didn't care. His hands knew exactly how to touch, his breath knew how to caress, and his words knew how to ring true. It was heaven. I was glad to give this gift to him. He was a dream, a dream I never imagined would come true.
+""The summer went on and we continued to see each other. He never introduced me to his parents nor did I think to introduce him to mine. I guess I thought there would be time. We spent most of our time together in the bar at the club or at the diner in town or, yes, in his parent's house making love. I couldn't get enough of him. He couldn't get enough of me either. Our bodies were literally burning up for each other.
+""It came to be August and I knew soon, we would part. I didn't want to talk about it, I didn't want to sound clingy or look like I was asking for a commitment. I mean, his college is out west. And summer is a long ways away in August. We didn't speak of a future; I didn't think we needed to. I was enjoying our time together now.
+""It was my last Saturday night working at the club. All summer long, when Doug came in, if he came into the dining area he was seated in my area so I could wait on him. Everyone knew we were seeing each other. I wasn't trying to keep it secret and it didn't appear that he was either. But this Saturday night was different.
+""I saw Doug when he walked in and my eyes lit up. I began to walk towards him but he looked away quickly, avoiding my eyes. I continued on, not understanding, confused. Why was he looking away? I wasn't really paying attention to where I was walking; I just wanted to talk to Doug. Suddenly my manager was standing in front of me.
+""I asked him to move, I told him I wanted to go speak to Doug. He told me that Doug had requested a table in a different area from mine. I shrugged off the manager and tried to step around him. I said something like okay but I want to speak to Doug. My manager reached up and grabbed my shoulders. I looked up into his eyes and then I saw it, plain as day. It was pity.
+""He told me Doug asked them to make sure I stayed away from him tonight. My boss said Doug told them he didn't want a scene. He knew I was leaving for college on Monday. And he didn't want me to leave on a bad note.
+""I was so bewildered. I didn't know what to make of any of this. I looked into my boss's eyes and asked him why Doug wouldn't want me to see him, speak to him, when he knew I was leaving. My boss stepped aside then and told me to look over to Doug again. I did and that was when I noticed the girl. I don't think I had ever seen her before but she was very pretty, long blonde hair, fair complexion. Doug was holding her hand and she was leaning up against his arm. I blushed, embarrassed for her. What was she doing?
+""I turned back to my boss and asked her what did she think she was doing, that girl with Doug. And I asked him who is she? I have never seen her before. Who is she? What is she doing with Doug?
+""He told me. She is his fiancée. They came to the club to celebrate their engagement.
+""I probably turned ten shades of red, I was so mortified. I felt so small in that room, so insignificant. I wanted to fade into the faded carpeting. But instead, I straightened my back and finished my shift. That is what I did this summer."""
+312,University of Life Ch. 02,CoyoteTales,Chain Stories,2005-05-30,2005-05-30,2022-01-08 03:56:09,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/university-of-life-ch-02,The men's dorm gets into the game; Bach's Tale.,"['Chain Story', 'College', 'Dormitory', 'First Time', 'Games', 'Heterosexual', 'Story Circle', 'University', 'Winter']",4.25,"Bach stared moodily out the window, watching the icy stillness of the winter's grip on the building. At least the dorm was fairly warm, although he'd absconded with the blanket from his loft; he and his cape made for a swaddled lump of pseudo-misery.
+""Give me your tired, your hungry, your cold, your huddled college students yearning to break free..."", he misquoted, but no bright rays of February sunshine illuminated the dusky midnight-blue and white college campus landscape beyond the frozen pane.
+A knock behind him announced he had company; Bach put down the white kerchief he was holding, and turned his head just enough to see his roomie, Michael Lyleman. ""Hey, Bacchus. The whole floor's downstairs in the lounge; we're playing poker and dominoes, and Tuan brought down a mahjongg set, but he can't find four to play with. You ought to come join us; the RA's bringing a couple of cases of Penguin brand soda he's been stashing for a post-final bash.
+""Just a couple of cases?"" Bach said, a bit sarcastically, ""That'll last a long time."" Stu, two doors down, could drink a six pack of Pepsi in one night. ""No thanks. You go ahead, Mike.""
+""C'mon, Satyr-man. What happened to the guy who's supposed to be the life of the party?"" Mike inisisted, as he leaned against the door. Mike was tall, lanky, and had leg muscles that deserved the cut off jeans he wore over them. His dingy orange T-shirt bore a faded Tropicana logo across the chest, and he'd pinned his Theta Beta Mu pledge pin right in the navel of the orange.
+""Simple. Like I told you, my name's 'Bach', as in the composer, not 'Bacchus', as in the demigod of parties, unlike you and your Theta buddies."" Bach snapped back, a little loudly, ""...and before you try to be clever by saying I'm not deaf, that's Beethoven.""
+Mike laughed, and crossed the room, digging for Bach's hand and trying to drag him up off the chair. ""Hey. To me, Beethoven's a big fluffy dog. Now come /on/, Bach. Besides, it's warmer downstairs with all the extra bodies.""
+""It's warmer back in San Diego, too, but you don't see me catching a plane back there, either. I'd rather stay here, thanks,"" Bach said.
+""Dude,"" Michael said, ""you didn't come cross-country to get snowed in - you came here for a bona fide university education. Which includes college life, which includes being social. You're coming with me.""
+Bach tried to stay seated, but Mike had almost a half-foot of height on him at six feet, on top of being on the lacrosse team, whereas Bach's idea of exercise was a slow-and-steady jog around the oval that wasn't going to break any speed records. As soon as Mike had him on his feet, he pressed his strength and height advantage, grabbing Bach behind the shoulders with two very strong and slender hands, and ushered him determinedly out of the room. ""How can anyone turn down a night hanging out with the guys?"" Mike cajoled him.
+Bach snorted, gathering the blanket tighter behind him as Mike pulled their door shut. He realized belatedly that he hadn't had a chance to see if he looked presentable in the mirror, but then remembered that he was wrapped up in a blanket, so even if he looked like a blonde and bedraggled Germanic- American, he'd at least be mostly hidden from view.
+Mike noticed him fussing with his hair, and chuckled. ""Dude. You're going to be with the guys. They don't -care- what you look like. Well, except maybe Roger."" He pulled the edge of the blanket away from Bach's neck, and peeked underneath. ""T-shirt, undershirt, jeans. You'll match the rest of us.""
+""Roger's down there? Joy."" Bach said. He could count on Roger to comment on his d‚cor, or lack thereof. The slim, trim, sophomore fancied himself to be a twenty year old Carson Kressley, only with better hair; he was always insisting that T-shirts and jeans were so Bruce Springsteen.
+One flight of stairs and a brief stop while Mike tried the outer doors (still mostly frozen shut) later, Bach and Mike arrived in the dorm's common room, making the number of extremely bored men in the room roughly twenty. Bach glared at Mike. ""This isn't even half of the floor, dude."" he accused.
+""Mikey!"" Roger called out from the couch, before Mike could come up with a lame excuse to feed Bach. ""You got him down! All righty, Bach -- let's get that awful blanket off of your bod!"" It was a well-known fact that Roger was a non-practicing bisexual -- his steady boyfriend lived back in Roger's hometown, but it didn't stop him from window shopping.
+Bach scowled, and contemplated turning and stalking out, but the other men had taken up a chant of 'Bach. Bach. Bach,' along with Roger. Since he didn't know about four or five of the people shouting, he figured that this was Kyle's doing.
+Kyle, a senior and the resident assistant, came over to pat Bach on the shoulder. ""Pay Roger no mind. It's my job to make sure everyone has fun instead of cabin fever, and you've been so quiet you're making me look bad. Please. Stay a half an hour, play one game, and we'll let you go."" He leaned in close, murmuring, ""Anti-social students don't get near as much help when it comes to group cramming for finals. And there's not like there's anything else you can do until the snowplows come to dig us out."" The Haitian threw a mocha- skinned, sweatshirted arm around Bach's shoulders. ""Besides. The other alternative is a snowball fight, and I know you're from SoCal. You'd freeze about thirty seconds after I did,"" he added, a little more slowly, in French.
+""Ooooh. They're speaking French, I think,"" Roger said. ""Voulez vous couch-air affect moi?"" he teased, patting the battered sofa.
+Bach sighed. ""Fine, fine. I'll take one for the team. What're we playing?""
+Kyle grinned wryly. ""Attaboy, Mister Wilhelm. We've got Texas Hold'em and Uno going, or you can pick a game, and we'll find someone to play it."" He gestured at the bookshelf of games, most of which had seen better days.
+Bach studied the games for only a moment before narrowing the choices down to two. ""Trivial Pursuit, or Scrabble?"" he called out, figuring that he'd get at least some satisfaction in stomping the frat-boy and jock crowd down to size.
+""Count me out of the Triv Shiv!"" Roger said, ""...we had a party the other night where a bunch of us just pulled the question box and read out all the cards, and some of the guys have really long memories"" He turned around, and called out, ""What ficticious baseball team won the World Series in the second installment of Back to the Future?""
+""Florida!"" was the resounding answer, though Presden tried to answer ""Kalamazoo!"", only to get lightly punched down by the other guys on the couch.
+""Name a type of pasta that doesn't end in a vowel!"" Roger asked aloud. Bach paused, thinking, but didn't get a chance to come up with an answer before there was a chorus of ""Elbow!""
+""Sorry, cutie."" Roger got up, though, straightened his powder blue cashmere sweater, and sauntered over to Bach, Kyle, and Michael, grabbing up the reddish box on his way by. ""Scrabble, on the other hand, is my kind of game. What about it, you two? Shall we make this a foursome, right here?""
+Michael waved off. ""Not me, man. I should call my cousin over in the other dorm."" he says. ""Her dad's overseas and won't call, so someone's gotta make her feel the warm familial love thing on a cold February night like this.""
+Roger made a gleeful face. ""Like, can we say 'incest'? I knew we could,"" he teased; some of the other guys catcalled something similar. Michael tried to swat Roger with the cellphone. Bach wanted nothing more than to go back up to his room.
+But an agreement was an agreement. ""Hey. I got a better idea."" Rog, Kyle, why don't we take this game upstairs to the second floor kitchen. Last thing we want is the other guys to kibitz.""
+Kyle said reluctantly, ""Hey, I did not say I was playing.""
+Unexpected help came in the form of Presden, who swept past Bach and Roger, hooking Kyle by the arm and dragging him towards the stairway. As much as Bach had had trouble resisting Michael, Kyle had no chance against Presden, who was the second string nose tackle for the football team. ""I love Scrabble - my class played it a lot when I was learning English. So! We go!""
+""And if you volunteer your friends, you volunteer yourself. House rule,"" Roger said triumphantly, trailing in their wake.
+""All right, all right, I'm coming of my own free will, Swedish."" Kyle protested, and shook off Presden's arm. ""One of you should grab us a six pack before they're gone,"" he called around the athlete's husky frame.
+An hour and seven minutes later, Bach was really glad for the blanket, more for its ability to tuck his arms around my knees and hide his smile. He was skunking the other three, up by fifty-seven points on the nearest competitor. Kyle kept yawning, and Presden kept trying to use words in Swedish, even though the set didn't include a single ring A tile. Roger was taking anywhere between five and fifteen minutes to put down a move, and he continuously mixed up his tiles as if trying to divine some cryptic word.
+Kyle yawned again, and Presden kicked him under the table. ""Sorry. The cold? Saps the energy right out of me,"" he said, sounding quite insincere, and then it was his turn to prod Roger with his sneaker. ""Come on, Mister Noor. Play, or pass.""
+Roger shooed the toe away absently. ""Hang on a second, I almost had it..."" He brightened, and then laid down the word 'BOOBY'. ""There. It's legal; it's a bird.""
+Presden sniggered. ""A red breasted bird, no less."" Besides being a jock, Presden was also a biology major with an interest in birding. He immediately set down two tiles for his turn. ""TIT,"" he announced, ""..as in 'tit' for 'tat'. Three points, but it's all I've got.""
+Bach blushed. ""Fine, okay, I'll get into the act..."" he said, and laid down his own pre-determined move: 'SCREW', on top of a previous 'DRIVER'. ""Screwdriver, double word score,' he replied, and he tried not to feel guilty as he opened out his lead even wider.
+""Ooooh. 'The act,' he says."" Roger says. ""I didn't know you swung that way, Bachmeister.""
+""I do not!"" Bach growled. ""I spelled out 'screwdriver.' As in the tool, or the drink.""
+Presden cackled. ""He said 'tool.'"" Bach pulled the blanket over his head to hide the blush.
+Kyle was suddenly more alert. ""Sheesh. Smartass virgin underclassmen, homosexuals, and their dirty minds. Next time, on Oprah.""
+Presden nearly choked on a pretzel. ""I am not a virgin!"" he protested. ""Have not been since I was sixteen!""
+Bach didn't answer, hiding his smile behind a corner of the blanket.
+Kyle nodded. ""I can believe it of you. You're good-looking enough, Presden -- besides, I know darn well you're a junior.""
+Roger grinned wider. ""Kyle, with the eye for the men. There's hope for you yet to join the dark side of the Force.""
+Kyle stuck his tongue out at Roger as he laid down the tiles: ""SEX."" ""Triple letter score, 26 points. Score me, Bach.""
+Bach had to chuckle at that, as he wrote down Kyle's score. ""Et tu, Mister Rutayie?"" he said, faking a jab at him with the pencil.
+Kyle smirked. ""I'm allowed. I would wager that I have more sexual experience than all of you combined.""
+Roger leered. ""You'd lose, honey. I used to be an extroverted card-carrying bisexual -- not homosexual, thank you very much, until I met my Jimmy, so if you can think it up, boyo, I probably did it.""
+Presden hmmed softly. ""On a luge board.""
+Roger snickered. ""Okay, you got me. I'm not -that- suicidal, Presden. In a moving semi truck? Yeap. Speedboat? Check. Mile high club? Check."" He put a ""Y"" after 'SEX'. ""Not dead, but still sexy, me. Fourteen points.""
+""Those are the easy ones, if you're not the one driving."" Kyle said. ""And while it might be a fun exercise to run the bunch of you versus the list, I do not want to bother pulling the purity test up online; not while we're in the middle of a game.""
+Presden shrugged his shoulders. ""Bach is killing us, anyway.""
+""I dunno. I've seen come from behind wins before,"" the RA insisted. ""Your turn, Pres.""
+Presden put up an ordinary word. ""Sorry, I don't know very many sex words I could play that I wouldn't be embarrassed by."" And then he added, ""You said 'behind,'"" belatedly.
+Bach emerged from the blanket, and eyed his letter rack, taking a few minutes before he put 'STOR' on the end of Roger's 'Y'. ""Double word score, sixteen points."" He felt his face get hotter as he realized what the board now read.
+Kyle grumbled. ""Damn you, English major, and the dictionary you rode in on."" He drummed his fingers on the tabletop. ""So Mister Wilhelm here is eeeeeasasily embarassed. I think the only way we have a chance at winning is to melt his brain with --"" He tapped the board, ""--sexy stories. The lewder the better. We could start with you, mister 'I'm not a virgin' Presden.""
+Though Bach wanted to disappear into the blanket again, it was Presden's turn to color. ""I'm not sure I want to...""
+Roger waggled a finger at Kyle. ""Nuh uh. You know the rule; volunteer your friends, you volunteer yourself. On top of that, you're the one who claimed he had more experience than the rest of us put together.""
+Presden leaned forward, nodding. ""Yeah. That's right. Tell us a story, oh fearless leader.""
+Before Kyle could protest, Mike slipped into the kitchen with them, and shut the door, leaning against it. He still had the cellphone up against his ear; his face was flushed and he was breathing slightly audibly. Roger raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth, but Mike put a finger against his lips, the universal sign for 'Quiet.' He fiddled with the phone for a moment, and then said, ""The girls ... over in the other dorm. Their power's even more flaky than ours, so get this... they've been having a story circle....""
+They could all see the bulge in Michael's cutoff jeans. ""...about sex."" he finished, in a breathless voice. He set the phone down next to the Scrabble board, with the mute on, and the volume turned up to the maximum. They could all hear the diminutive contralto of a girl on the other end of the phone, talking about liking to have her nipples bitten. Hard. The phone beeped, as if in appreciation.
+Suddenly Bach was extremely glad for the blanket.
+""I don't think they know we're listening in,"" Michael whispered, ""Cassie called me during a bathroom break from their story circle, and there's no way these girls would be this open with a bunch of guys listening.""
+Kyle snorted. ""Dude. You just put it on mute, right? Why're you whispering?""
+Michael blushed. ""Oh. Right. Well, I've been listening to two, three stories now, and while some of the guys downstairs might want to listen in, I don't trust my frat buddies not to blab or stare when they see those girls after the freeze ends.""
+Roger hushed Michael. ""Shh! She's getting to the good part.""
+The men listened quietly, a conspiracy of five, as the nameless girl told more of her story.
+Unfortunately, Michael's cellphone chose the absolute worst moment to die, right as she was describing building up to her second climax.
+""Awwwwww, no."" Roger moaned. ""Dead battery, right?""
+Michael checked the phone's display. ""Afraid so. I'll run back to my room and get the charger; back in a jiff,"" he said, and plowed through the door at top speed.
+Presden sighed. ""Well, time to start thinking about IKEA furniture.""
+Kyle grinned quietly. ""He'll be back. We can get back to our game in the meantime,"" the RA replied.
+Roger snorted. ""Bach is still ahead by seventy billion."" He yawned. ""And Michael's discovery has sapped all the blood from my brain, if you know what I mean.""
+Kyle shook his head. ""Not that game."" He leaned towards Roger. ""Giant ball pit.""
+Roger licked his finger, and painted a line in the air. ""Been there, done that. FAO Schwartz, downtown Manhattan. Jeannie was a floor manager, and had the closing shift that night.""
+Kyle snapped his fingers. ""Nuts. Your turn.""
+Roger grinned evilly. ""Cockpit of a jumbo jet. Mile high club with a view.""
+Kyle smirked. ""I'll go for partial credit. The jet wasn't in the air at the time; I had one night stand with a stewardess during a snow-in layover in Saint Paul.""
+Roger mock-sighed. ""Well, I guess that counts. Presden, your turn. You get a shot at whichever one of us you think you can get.""
+Presden looked between Roger and Kyle, calculating. ""What are the terms of winning, since I have already gotten Roger?""
+Kyle grinned. ""A story. Loser tells a story about their sexual prowess. Like the girls, only better.""
+Bach sighed. ""All right, I'm bailing, if we're done playing Scrabble.""
+""Mai non, mon ami. You must take at least one turn, and then you can go."" Kyle said. ""Presden, get his arm!"" he ordered.
+Presden grabbed one arm, and Kyle grabbed the other. ""Awww. I seem to remember that someone didn't defend the fact that they were a virgin."" Kyle teased.
+""Am not..."" Bach protested weakly. ""But I don't have to tell you anything, and besides, if I am, then I've got nothing for you."" He tested Kyle's grip; almost as strong as Presden's, so he knew he wasn't leaving here unless he left his arms behind; he sat down again, defeated.
+Roger leaned over the table, nearly dislodging a few tiles in the process. ""Oh, but you've just admitted that you aren't. So you've got at least one experience in those tacky jeans of yours, and even if you hadn't? You're an English major. You can improvise.""
+Presden waggled his eyebrows. ""Okay, try this one on for size, Bachmeister. Jungle gym.""
+Bach laughed, relievedly. ""Actually...my first time -was- on a jungle gym.""
+Presden groaned, and let his arm drop. ""Unbelieveable. Your turn, and then you can escape.""
+Kyle was staring at Bach as if he'd turned into an alien. ""No, no way. This I have to hear, now. C'est impossible, mais oui?"" Bach had never seen the RA this surprised. ""I always figured you to be one of those closet bookish types.""
+Bach growled, ""Hey, rules are rules. The terms were that if I'd done the time, I didn't have to tell about the crime.""
+""Cuuuute. You're so smart,"" Kyle said, and then looked at the others. ""Gentlemen? Votes to amend the rules where if we don't believe it, the fella has to give names, situation, and answer five gory questions in detail.""
+Roger pretended to deliberate for a long moment. ""Aye.""
+Presden raised a finger. ""With the contention that if we don't want to hear, we can leave the room, or veto the story outright. There are some things I don't want to know about my buds.""
+Roger leaned against Presden. ""Oh, what's the matter, Pres? Big man doesn't want to hear about hot guy on guy action?""
+Presden blushed a bright shade of red, under his platinum blonde hair. ""No, actually. Europeans are a lot less repressed about homosexuality than you Americans are.""
+Roger leered, and played with a lock of Presden's hair between his fingers. ""Afraid that you'll develop feelings for me?""
+Presden balled a hand into a very impressive fist. ""Not even."" He says. ""Just... there are things I don't want to think about every time I see you.""
+Bach yawned. ""Well, if you're more interested in each other than you are in me..."" He started to try stand up again, but Michael reappeared at that very moment, cellphone recharger cord in hand.
+""Mikey. Block the door! "" Presden called out, and Mike adopted his best 'goalie' stance. ""Why're we blocking the door? It's not like you don't have keys to all the dorm rooms, Kyle."" Mike said.
+""Yeah, but Bach is trying to escape without doing 'do' diligence."" Kyle explained. ""He claims to have had sex on a jungle gym, and he won't prove it.""
+Mike's eyebrows went -right- up. ""Okay, this I have to hear,"" he said.
+Surprisingly, Bach found himself actually warming to having an audience. Perhaps it was time for the story to finally get out, after all. ""New Year's Eve, back home in San Diego, name of the park withheld for the sake of the kids.""  
+Roger rubbed his hands together. ""Lay it on us, Bach.""
+""Well, it all started with an invitation that I never expected to get....""
+\- - - - - -
+Whether or not it was a practical joke didn't matter. All Bach knew was that he'd gotten a rare thing in his eighteen-year old life; a girl had paid attention to him.
+Gina Wessell-Davies was the typical 'it' girl - a part of every clique and a straight A student on top of it all. While not impressively beautiful, she made up for it by being head and shoulders more witty than her peers. Consequently, she had her pick of men, and her picks tended to be the ones that were hard to keep the attention of, but as long as she was 'with' them, they stayed. Her family was rich; she was one of the few students in their school that actually lived out in the expensive part of town, and yet while she had her own car and never seemed to want for new things, she didn't flaunt it, either. She would eventually make someone the perfect girlfriend and later, wife, Bach figured.
+He looked at the lavender invitation in his hands, the flap worn smooth from constant folding and unfolding. The card inside he'd memorized: 'Dear Bach Wilhelm: I would be pleased if you would show up for my family's annual New Years Eve Party, nine PM to midnight. There is no need to bring gifts, other than your august presence.""
+He smiled despite his nervousness as he walked down the very long driveway towards the mansion. ""I'm an august presence. In winter,"" he told himself, under his breath. Not that it was terribly cold; the weather was mild enough to where you could almost wear shorts. His sense of humor often helped make him less nervous. But he couldn't help but notice the number of cars parked along the drive, and how expensive they were on average; even the landscaping smelled like money. He felt quite underdressed in his light suit jacket, blue dress shirt, and slacks; at least he'd picked out his best silk tie.
+A car drove by him; definitely a Jaguar. Something he'd never be able to afford. The night was fairly warm, so the laughter of the occupants did not fail to register in his ears.
+A part of him wanted to run. Claim to have overslept, or else have had previously-made plans with his family.
+""Hey! Wilhelm!"" Gina's refined voice floated down the driveway. ""That you? I've been waiting for you.""
+He was struck speechless, suddenly seeing her coming down off the front porch, a light red afghan thrown over her shoulders. With the floodlights from the porch behind her, it was like watching a celestial. She stopped in front of him, and curtsied. She was easily four inches taller than him, and was absolutely beautiful. ""Aren't you going to say hello?"" she asked.
+Automatic reflexes saved him; he bowed courteously, and said, ""Good evening.""
+\- - -
+""Don't you mean an angel?"" Presden asked.
+""Celestial. Divine, but not necessarily with the wings or the halo."" Bach replied.
+""Eeyah. If you're going to get laid by the end of this story, she's definitely no innocent.""
+Bach just smiled.
+\- - -
+Bach knew that when escorting a woman to a party, he was supposed to offer her his elbow, though he was admittedly a bit confused, since she lived here, after all. ""You were waiting for me?"" he said, hoping he didn't sound as confused as he felt.
+Gina was wearing her hair up in a short ponytail; it kept her hair off her shoulders and the high-cut, white buttondown blouse she wore. She had a simple white kerchief tied artfully around her neck, and despite the mild winter chill, was only wearing a pair of cream colored capri pants to go with the blouse.
+""Yes. I was."" Gina said, matter-of-factly, and when she took his proffered elbow, she kept pushing, turning them until both of them were facing away from the mansion. ""We're leaving. Let's walk,"" she said. Something heavy bumped against his leg briefly, and then she and he were walking in cadence.
+Gina steered them to the right, down the road. ""Thank you for coming, Bach. I was afraid you'd stand me up.""
+Bach still couldn't believe his luck. ""A gentleman does not refuse a command invitation,"" he replied, and her smile was visible even in the dim light.
+""Yes, I know. That's why I asked you to come. Do I need to give you cab money?"" she inquired.
+Bach shook his head. ""My parents will be picking me up at one am, because they know how hard it is to get a cab on New Year's Eve.""
+Gina smiled. ""Responsible parents raised a responsible boy. Mine are having an entirely too wild party back there, and I didn't want you to see that."" She leaned her head against his shoulder a bit as they walked. ""I bet you're wondering why I chose you, really. Considering we've never spoken much before today...""
+Bach slipped his arm around her waist; she didn't seem to mind, and responded in kind; their walk slowed somewhat. ""Well, yes. I just figured it was - well...""
+""A joke. A popularity contest. Or something. Me with a stableful of boys at my party, able to pick and disdain them at will?"" she said, archly.
+Bach shook his head. ""None of the above. You're not like the other rich girls - you're real, Gina.""
+Gina found his right hand by reaching across his chest, and squeezed it. ""Thank you for saying that; but you don't have to lie.""
+Bach looked sidewise at her. ""I wasn't lying. I... the only thing I thought was that you invited me because you felt sorry for me.""
+Gina pulled up short, forcing Bach to stop or move through her arm. ""Self- esteem problem could use some work, but it's not unsurprising,"" she murmured as she re-established her arm about his other elbow. ""Let's get one thing straight. My friends are my friends because I like them, not because of how much money my parents have, or because I pity them. I pick people because I think I want to know them better, in some fashion or another.""
+""But-""
+Gina put a finger to his lips. ""Don't. Let me talk, and then we'll walk, and you can think while we walk. But I want tonight to be good, and if you let your flawed self-image issues get in the way, then it won't be good for either of us."" She let her hand drop, waiting.
+Bach found himself blushing a little. ""Okay,"" he said, and offered her his arm again, but she stuffed her hands back inside her afghan. ""Just walk with me for now.""
+/Great/, he thought, /You get one of the most popular girls in the school to pay attention to you and you mess it up./
+""Well, I'm really picky, I have you know. I had a very smart uncle who taught me to only have people in my life who I wanted to have - and anyone I didn't like to be around, I should walk away from. Doubly so for anyone who thought of me as a prize catch. You don't think of me as an object, do you.""
+Bach shook his head. ""You're a person, with feelings, thoughts, hopes, and dreams."" He replied.
+""Precisely."" She said. ""Other guys look at me? They see money, boobs, legs, or d) all of the above. They're not interested in my mind - or worse, they end up resenting me because I'm smart -and- beautiful.""
+Bach nodded. ""That's because they don't understand that one or the other is a burden to bear - but both together must make your life very hard to know who your friends really are.""
+Gina kissed his cheek. ""You do understand.""
+\- - -
+Michael yawned. ""A kiss on the cheek? Booring.""
+Roger swatted Michael with the Scrabble letter bag. ""Hush, you. I think it's very deep and meaningful.""
+""It does have that ring of realism to it,"" Kyle mused.
+Bach chuckled. ""I'll skip ahead, anyway. For Mike's sake. Suffice to say that we hit it off very well during that walk...""
+\- - -
+Gina passed him her satchel bag first; its contents made sloshing noises. ""Help me up?"" Gina asked next, and Bach proffered his hand, drawing her up onto the short platform, then climbed up to the next. ""Watch your head,"" she warned, and Bach reached up to steady himself on the cold metal bar. Another turn and climb later, and the two of them were on the highest level of the jungle gym. It was one of the kinds that looked like a frontier fortress, only on a smaller scale, with a wooden plank bridge leading to the other tower with the slide on it.
+""Like the view?"" she said, gesturing up at the clear night sky, with a crescent moon overhead. ""I come here at night sometimes, when I don't want to be around my folks and their rowdy rich friends. It's hard being an only child.""
+Bach chuckled, watching his breath form a slight cloud in the cool winter air. ""I'm the youngest of three. I've always had siblings, and I thought that was hard.""
+Gina scooted up against him, ""...I suppose there is that. Each of us has their own trials and problems, and our own dilemma seems the worst, because we are the ones that live it,"" she said. With her head on his shoulder, she was actually shorter than he was, her long legs hanging out over the bridge. ""That's what I first noticed about you, you know. Philosophy class.""
+Bach thought back; Gina had always had strong arguments and yet made her points succinctly, where most of the other students tended to ramble and make weak suppositions. She and he had done quite well in the class they'd taken together.
+""I'm flattered,"" he said, now feeling somewhat guilty that he hadn't paid her as much thought as she had for him.
+""It's okay,"" she said, ""Invisible people don't think that they're being looked at just as much as people in the spotlight feel like everyone looks right through them."" She smiled, and wrapped an arm around his waist. ""But tonight, I just want to be invisible with you."" And to make her intentions perfectly clear, she brushed her lips against his chin and cheek. ""Kiss me?""
+\- - -
+""You're kidding. She doesn't know you from Wadsworth, and she outright throws herself into your lap?"" Michael said. ""Bach, you're making this up, aren't you.""
+Bach grinned. ""If I am, then you guys are getting a really good story.""
+Kyle was resting his head in his hands, watching Bach. ""I believe you. Keep going.""
+Bach nodded, and continued, ""So I look really surprised, but...""
+\- - -
+Bach reserved his protest and questions, in that order, until after the kiss. He'd never kissed anyone but his mother, grandmother, and there was Kristin in third grade, but none of those felt anything like this; for one, the first two were never on the lips. It wasn't anything like he'd expected, either; their teeth kept bumping, and he kept feeling like he was going to drool on her. But at the end, he backed it off a little, and found that just lipping at her lips slowly was quite pleasant indeed.
+Eventually, though, he had to breathe.
+""First kiss?"" Gina wondered, her breath visible in the night air.
+""That bad?"" he replied, blushing hotly.
+""No, not bad at all. You didn't jam your tongue down my throat, and you kept the slobber factor to a minimum. Congratulations, Mister Wilhelm. You pass.""
+He raised an eyebrow at that. ""I pass?""
+Gina slipped a cool hand under his jacket, stroking him across the stomach. ""You pass. You are a gentleman, through and through, and I'm glad I asked you to be my date tonight."" And she moved in for another kiss, which he accepted, too.
+Eventually, though, his curiosity got the better of him. ""What do you mean, exactly?""
+But she shook her head. ""Eleven fifty eight, Bach."" She pulled a bottle out of the satchel bag, and two glasses. ""Pour,"" she ordered. ""Quick. You have a minute and ten seconds.""
+Bach checked the bottle, which turned out to be sparkling grape juice; he used his bottle opener to twist the top off, and poured a small amount of juice for them both.
+\- - -
+""Grape juice? How old were you again?"" Presden wondered.
+""Just a hair over eighteen."" Bach admitted. ""Hadn't gotten into the habit of drinking. Vile stuff.""
+""Stop interrupting him."" Roger said, absently. ""This sounds wonderfully romantic.""
+\- - -
+""Thank you,"" she said, and clinked glasses with him. ""To beginnings, after endings,"" she said, and took a sip.
+""Slainte,"" he said, and followed suit. Somewhere in the distance, someone's loud party started counting down.
+""Three... two... one..."" she counted, and before he could react, she wrapped her arms around him, and planted a solid kiss on his lips. This one worked better than the first, possibly because she was leading, or he was learning, or both.
+She cupped his face after they broke the kiss, both panting softly. ""Much better,"" she whispered, with the faint strains of Auld Lang Syne in the background. ""Now then. I owe you an explanation, and I'm going to be blunt - I want to give you my virginity, and I'd rather not take 'no' for an answer, gentleman or not.""
+Bach felt like the world was about to swallow him up. ""Pardon? Did you just...""
+She nodded slowly. ""I've always wanted to make love up on this thing. Being able to brace my hands up on that bar up there, and being able to look up at the stars."""" She sat up a little higher, and she swung a leg over his calves; her dock shoe pressed against the side wall that half-surrounded them.
+""Why me?"" he asked, breathlessly.
+""Because I trust you to be here when I get back from Milan,"" she said, reaching up to fiddle with the top button of his shirt. ""My parents are shipping me off to study abroad, and I don't trust myself to be safe around tall, dark and handsome men who talk in accents."" She stroked his fingers with her own. ""If I can say I have a boyfriend back in the States, they'll be put offable."" She smiled faintly.
+""I thought you'd have your pick of the men, and already had... y'know... the way you flirt and all...""
+Gina laughed. ""If it wasn't true, I'd be horribly insulted, Bach. But the truth be told, I was really saving myself for after I got married, but I now don't know if it's possible on my own. I want help, and I want it from someone mature, like you, not some guy who has his head turned by pretty things while I'm absent.""
+Bach itched behind one ear. ""If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you were hoping to use me,"" he murmured, ""...but I think I begin to understand. It's one thing to be caught off guard by a very direct lover, and another thing to be guilt tripped by having someone at home that you...""
+She lifted his hand to her lips, silencing him again, and then lifted his hand, kissing his palm. ""You catch on quick. Brains are so much important than brawn to me....""
+He could feel the blood rushing to his ears, and reached up to cup her face. ""Say that again, will you, Gina?"" For those were words he'd never expected to hear out of a girl as unattainable as she was.
+""Hm? Brains are more important than brawn?"" she repeated, looking down into his eyes, her hair falling into one eye. ""It's true. I want a boyfriend who can talk to me. Who can write me letters to tell me what home's like."" She shifted so that she was halfway straddling his knees, as if trying to psyche herself up for more. ""This is why I picked you, Bach. We can get to know each other better with an ocean between us, over the spring, and we'll get the awkward sex part out of the way first.""
+\- - -
+""Tell me you took advantage of the moment."" Presden said, ""...and screwed her brains out 'til she screamed.""
+""Tell me you turned her down, dude. She outright said she was going to love you and leave you, and she was probably lying about being a virgin,"" Mike said.
+""Just tell us what happened."" Kyle said, a wistful look on his face.
+Bach chuckled. ""Okay.... First of all, I said 'no.'""
+\- - -
+""No."" Bach said, gently reaching up to cup her chin. ""I can't let you do this to yourself, Gina. ""I'm flattered, but...""
+Gina kissed him again, and this time he resisted it, gently drawing back without pushing. ""Seriously... if you've been drinking, you will regret it in the morning,"" he said.
+At first she looked quite displeased with him. ""Thrice I offer myself to you, and thrice you refuse me. How can I convince you that I am in my right mind, and I've not had a thing to drink?"" she said, more than a little affronted.
+Bach looked into her eyes, reflecting starlight. ""Give me a better reason.""
+Gina opened her mouth, said nothing for a moment, and then shook her head. ""You're right, of course. I can't. I've only really just met you tonight, but... Bach, I love your name, I love the sound of your voice, and I love your mind. I keep telling you this, and you're letting your gentlemanly demeanor get in the way of what my mind is saying."" And she didn't kiss him then, so much as just leaned against him, straddling his lap fully. ""I need someone to be strong of heart and spirit for me.""
+And as if of their own volition, he found his hands untucking her shirt in back, under her afghan, and his mind started receiving the signals of what the skin of a girl felt like.
+He began to think he was going to like it after all. Especially when he discovered she wasn't wearing a bra; he'd always wondered how tough it was to get one of those things unfastened. He kept his hands mostly confined to her back for the moment, tracing her silky smooth skin from her waist to her shoulders, as he brushed his lips against her throat.
+Gina was conducting her own explorations, a little more brazenly than he was. She'd gotten his tie off and loose around his neck, and the top four buttons of his dress shirt undone as well; as she kissed his forehead and nose, her hands were investigating his chest and pectorals. She flicked her fingernails across his nipples, once she'd found them; each touch sent jolts of unexpected pleasure all the way down to his loins.
+""Yes..."" she murmured huskily in his ear, ""I can see you like that."" She bit his earlobe gently, and he felt suddenly very hot, all the way down the nape of his neck. ""...so do I.""
+""With that kind of prompting... how can I refuse?"" he whispered back, and gently started rubbing his thumbs back and forth along her nipples, which he found made her arch pleasurably and heavily against his chest. They carried on stroking each other like that for a few minutes, until Gina again took the lead by unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way, tugging his shirt down off his shoulders. ""One of the things I never liked about the football guys - they were always trying to show off their biceps and stuff. Personally..."" She kissed a slow trail from his cheek to his shoulder, ""...I like not worrying about whether you're going to crush me when you land on me."" She scooted in closer, straddling his hips fully, and threw the front panels of her afghan over his back, hiding most of his upper body from view. ""To keep you warm,"" she said.
+Bach tilted his head to rub his cheek against the top of her head, as he cupped her breasts fully with both hands and squeezed, which made her hiss pleasurably. ""Among other things, you're just as thoughtful as I am.""
+""Mhm,"" she agreed, ""...check the back pocket of my capris, and don't spare the goose."" She deliberately sat forward, grinding herself down at his crotch, and he heard her breath catch in her throat.
+Bach did what he felt was appropriate; he lifted his hips as best he could without better leverage, and felt the already-getting-uncomfortable hardness of his erection press against her very warm crotch. He cupped her rear, by sliding a hand inside her back pocket, and his fingers encountered the expected foil packet; and as requested, he goosed her around the condom.
+Gina's response was to moan softly, and she laid her hands over his shoulders, caressing his slim shoulderblades. ""I'm assuming you're a virgin, too,"" she whispered, slipping a hand down to open her own shirt the rest of the way, before pushing her breasts against his hands with a squirm. ""If not, and you're currently seeing someone, I'll back off."" She bent her head to his own, kissing him again lightly. ""But if you did, you wouldn't have come alone - or at least protested earlier. Logic says that you're single.""  
+""Mm."" Bach murmured against her lips. ""You'd be right. And I'm going to trust you to try and be faithful to me, because I'm sure as hell going to do my best to return the favor, Ms. Wessell-Davies.""
+It was his turn to be bold now, unbuttoning her pants at the top, and delving his hand down inside her pants - and he immediately discovered that she wasn't wearing panties.
+""You've got your hand down my pants, Bach. Call me Gina. Please. I was hoping you'd say yes,"" she explained, blushing, and then she bit his shoulder.
+\- - -
+""Oooh. A biter. Those are the best."" Roger said. ""I know a girl who loves to bite, kinda like that other gal's boyfriend from earlier...""
+Kyle kicked Roger under the table. ""Quiet, you. It's Bach's turn - if you want to take a turn, you can go next.""
+\- - -
+Bach felt his knees go weak, and was suddenly glad he was already sitting down, albeit with a girl in his lap. And following her lead, he leaned in and bit her on the opposite shoulder, nudging under the afghan panel to lick along her collarbone, like he'd seen on a porn video.
+""Hold still,"" Gina warned suddenly. ""Company.""
+With the afghan on top of his head, Bach couldn't see a thing, except the vague outlines of Gina's breasts in the darkness. But he could hear the sounds of someone crunching along through the gravel of the playground, and the soft voices of at least two people talking.
+Impishly, he tilted his head down, and licked out at her left nipple, a clumsy flick that barely made contact. But felt Gina tense; he did it again, moving his head very slowly to better reach his target. He felt her dig her fingernails into his shoulder, not quite painfully, in response, and she shifted her hips again, breathing out audibly through her nose.
+""Bach..."" she murmured at last...""...they're sitting on the swings, fifteen feet away,"" almost inaudibly.
+Bach smiled, not that Gina could see it, and pushed his fingers down inside her pants, until he encountered the hot wetness that had to be her sex. A bit of probing turned up the hard nub of her clitoris; the quiet gasp she let out as he rubbed it with his fingertip confirmed it.
+""Gngh,"" she whispered, intelligently, and he wiggled his fingers harder, prompting her to grind down against his hand. She was holding her breath, he could tell; suddenly it became a game, to see if he couldn't make her make a sound. That, and he'd heard that women preferred lots of foreplay; carefully, he moved his head so that he could lick in tiny, tight, circles around her hard right nipple, now.
+Gina let out her breath explosively, and leaned back hard against the back wall of the jungle gym, exposing half his back to the night air. At least he was below the wall level, though if whoever was down on the swings tried hard enough, they could probably look through the cracks.
+""Maybe we should go,"" he suggested softly, in the middle of swirling his tongue over and under her nipple, working his hand deeper inside her pants. His fingers were quite slick at this point, and he could smell the musky odor of her juices in the semi-trapped air inside her afghan.
+""Hell with that,"" she whispered back, the urgency in her voice apparent. ""They probably want our spot, and we were here first. And I'm not going to lose this moment. You only lose your virginity once...""
+Bach grinned ferally, and slowly curled a finger, working it inside of her. She helped him by lifting up a little bit, and then rolled her head back as he felt his finger pass between her labia. He thought it was a lot like sticking your finger into stiff custard, only hot instead of refrigerated, and a lot tighter.
+Gina leaned her head down so her lips were within biting distance of his left ear. ""Am I hot and wet, Bach?"" she whispered, hotly. ""Am I really, really, slick?"" She bit on the edge of his ear, and then pushed her tongue firmly inside the canal; he had to close his eyes.
+""Yes,"" he whispered back, stroking his finger back and forth along the walls of her passage. ""You're very warm inside, and definitely ...uhr... damp."" He could tell that the crotch of her pants was getting soaked, too.
+Gina found his other hand, the one with the condom in it. ""Then I'm ready,"" she replied, ""...and I want you. Now."" She pulled his hand free from her pants, and levered herself up off of his lap partway, crouching over him as she slipped the pants down around her ankles; Bach struggled with his belt and zipper, peeling his boxers down to free his trapped arousal. The laminated wood decking under his rear was even colder on his bare skin than it had felt through his pants.
+Gina reached down to grab a hold of his cock, examining it for length, girth, and heft. Bach held his breath, having a moment of doubt, but then Gina kissed his forehead, and pumped him once; he nearly came on the spot. ""Good,"" she said, letting go, ""you're not packing a Frankenstein's monster in those pants,"" she said, relieved.
+Bach felt better about that, and quickly tore the condom open, rolling it down correctly the first time; it was cold and slimy, but at least it seemed to be on right. ""Ready,"" he whispered. ""Last chance to back out.""
+Gina leaned back a little farther, and crooked a finger under his chin, tilting his head up so she could look into his eyes. ""You can quit being a gentleman now, Bach. This was my idea, and I've been thinking about this since Christmas."" She inched forward, waddling with her pants around her calves. He gently held her about the hips, steadying her as she took hold of his enwrapped member. ""Hold still. It hurts less if you let me take my own pace, I hear,"" she said, and very carefully started lowering herself down, guiding herself onto him.
+It was cold, and then hot. Bach resisted the urge to hurry her, through that moment of first contact, and he fought the want to lift his hips to meet her on the way down; she was taking him slowly, body tensing beneath his fingers as she breathed quickly. ""You all right?"" he whispered, nuzzling against her sternum.
+She reached past either side of his head, taking a hold of the railing. ""Yeah. It's a lot like my...er... toy, only less giving."" She stopped at about the same time he was two-thirds of the way inside of her; he could feel what felt like the top of her vagina against the end of his penis. ""Okay. Think, Gina. Want it slow, or fast?"" she asked herself in a harsh whisper of wanting.
+Before Bach could offer his suggestion, she abruptly pushed down hard, impaling herself fully on him. Bach had to clench all the muscles in his groin to hold back the urge to climax; he almost didn't make it when Gina wrapped her arms around his shoulders tightly, choking back a sob and trading it in for a soft whine.
+Bach did what seemed to be the appropriate thing, and stroked her hair, over and over, his high school ring catching on her ponytail holder on one very long stroke. He could feel her whole body shaking, and a hot tear dripped against his shoulder. ""You all right?"" he asked again, and he nearly started rocking her, but caught himself.
+""Mm. I think so. It hurt more than I thought it would,"" she answered, her walls clutching at the sides of his cock almost painfully. ""But I can feel all of you, and while there's a dull throbbing sensation left, I think that might be you."" She kissed him, and hard at that, holding still there in his lap; the kiss lasted for at least a minute.
+She broke the kiss first, and looked over her shoulder. ""Uh oh. They're getting up..."" she said, making a head motion at the people on the swings.
+""More grape juice?"" Bach said, loudly, and clinked the glasses together, even though both were empty.
+""Sure,"" she said, taking his cue, and she leaned forward, tossing the panels of the afghan over his head again.
+""Evening,"" a male voice called up to them.
+""Nice night,"" Gina agreed, shifting a bit gingerly as she did what felt like a wave back. ""We'd offer you some grape juice, but my boyfriend and I only brought two glasses.""
+""That's all right. Happy New Year,"" the man replied, and Bach heard the receding sound of feet on the gravel, followed by the sound of a car door, and then an engine.
+\- - -
+Bach picked up his glass, and took a long drink. ""You can believe me, or not. But I maintain that it is the truth - I was there.""
+Kyle chuckled. ""You're going to leave us hanging, man? Not going to tell us how well it went?""
+Bach shrugged. ""It was a first time. You ought to know that it's more pain and uncertainty than fireworks and fantastic."" He hugged himself quietly. ""She got her wish, though; she got her virginity taken care of, and her fantasy first time on the jungle gym. It doesn't matter if it was perfect or not, and we certainly did not make love until dawn - remember I had my parents coming to get me.""
+Roger just grinned. ""You blew your load early, didn't you.""
+Bach shook his head and smiled. ""Sorry, guys, you've already asked your five questions. Next contestant,"" he said.
+\- - -
+Gina hugged Bach gently, breathing deeply as the two of them remained motionless. ""Thank you,"" she whispered.
+""You're welcome."" he whispered back, kissing her forehead and temple, gently stroking her hair. ""How do you feel?""
+""I won't lie; it hurts a lot,"" she said, ""...but I have no regrets."" She gingerly tried rolling her hips, and winced. ""As much as I'd like to do more, like they always do in the romance novels, I don't think I'm up to it.""
+Bach nodded. ""That's all right,"" he said, ""...I'm not sure that I'd be able to stay with you until you found...er, your moment."" Just the closeness of her was almost too much.
+She giggled. ""You're not only sweet, you're a realist,"" she said, and dotted kisses from his forehead to his lips. ""And I sincerely hope you'll be here when I come back for the summer.""
+Bach returned the kiss affectionately, and nodded. ""I have no plans, no girlfriends making a play for my hand,"" he said, finding himself lapsing into the romantic mood he'd kept closeted all his life.
+Gina nodded solemnly, and reached down to lace her fingers with his; her own demeanor looked serious. ""Well, if I am to be your lady, sir, then do I believe I ought to bestow my favor upon you."" And she tugged the kerchief free from around her neck, and deftly tied it around his right wrist.
+Bach held up that arm and wrist, watching the white cloth flutter in the slight breeze. ""I shall treasure it until the end of my days, or unless you wish my favor no further, Lady Gina.""
+Gina grinned. ""You're everything I could have hoped for, Bach.""
+Bach leaned in for what seemed like an appropriate closure kiss. ""I am simply myself, m'lady, no more, no less.""
+""And that is why I chose you, over all the other boys I could have bestowed myself upon. As you so aptly put it, you're as real as I am,"" she whispered, laying her head back on his shoulder. ""Hold me, will you?""
+They sat together as long as they could, and by the time they had to part, Bach knew he could wait for her until the summer.
+-fin"
+313,University of Life Ch. 03,al_Ussa,Chain Stories,2010-05-06,2010-05-06,2022-01-08 03:56:11,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/university-of-life-ch-03,Liz's Tale.,"['Cheating', 'College', 'First Person', 'First Time', 'Goth', ""Mother'S Boyfriend"", 'Piercings', 'Pink Hair', 'Small Breasts']",3.92,"Meanwhile, back across the snow covered fields, things were really starting to take off in the girl's dormitory. After Robin's breath-taking description of her first sexual encounter, the other girls didn't want to be left out. They decided that they would each tell about their own first times. Next up with Liz, the campus' resident Goth chick. The others huddled around, eager to hear. While everyone knew that she was kind of freaky, they really weren't prepared for her story.
+Liz stood out, even in a crowd of other beautiful young women. Part of it was due to her loud wardrobe and appearance. She was dressed in a pair of black pleather pants, a torn Mastodon shirt that was a couple sizes too big (a hand- me-down from her boyfriend), and a pleather jacket. Black and white striped arm warmers completed the ensemble. As always, she was wearing an excessive amount of jewelry, including a nose ring and multiple rows of piercings in her ears. And her short, naturally black hair was dyed a bright shade of pink.
+Despite her rather hardcore appearance, Liz was relatively petite, standing only a little under five feet tall without her platform boots. She was rail thin too, with small but very perky breasts. Pixie-like might be the best word to describe Liz, albeit more of a Goth pixie-girl look. However her best asset was her firm little ass, which she knew drove men wild, especially when she wore her form-fitting pleather pants. In fact, she really knew how to dress to accentuate her sex appeal in general.
+""Not bad, Robin, not bad,"" said Liz, ""But I've got an even better one if you girls want to hear it.""
+Most of the other girls had long suspected Liz of sleeping around, given her rather bold choice in wardrobe, so they eagerly looked over her in direction. They knew it had to be good. Liz sat on the floor next to the couch, a black quilt with silver and white spider patterns wrapped around her petite frame to keep her warm. Even her bedding was très Gothic! A small black wax candle was lit in front of her, adding to the spooky vibe she tried to hard to give off. Some of the girls whispered that she was a witch, but then there were a lot of rumors about Liz anyway.
+""Sure,"" replied Jenna, the Resident Advisor who had secretly been a little aroused by hearing Robin's first time story.
+""All right,"" the slender Goth girl started, ""So you probably know that I'm originally from Nevada, and that we don't really get wild weather like this down there. But sex... that's something else. We know that quite well. Since Robin over there told you about her first time, I'm going to tell you about mine. Try not to get too freaked out by it, because it was pretty wild.""
+""So this happened the Summer right after I graduated from high school. I had only eighteen back then, and was living with my mom in a tiny apartment just outside of Vegas. My dad was long out of the picture by that point. He left when I was only like six or seven, and I'd never seen the asshole since. But given that I had grown up and spent most of my life without knowing him, it didn't really bother me that much. In fact, I liked it just being me and my mom. It was comfortable; familiar. I kept myself busy while my mom worked as a waitress at a local bar.""
+""All of that changed that Summer when my mom's latest boyfriend Scott came to live with us. I honestly don't know how long they had been seeing each other. My mom never really told me about those sorts of things. I just remember waking up one day and having a strange man in the house. Like many only children, I was furious. I felt like he was trying to take away my mother, and so I started acting out. Even more so than usual. I was out late every night, drinking or getting high with my friends. The breaking point came when my mom had to come pick me up after I got caught shoplifting.""
+""She swore up and down that she didn't know what was wrong with me and that she was going to get me some professional help. A whole string of psychologists and therapists later, and I'm still just as fucked up as ever.""
+Liz chuckled as she said that, and then continued on with her story.
+""Not that Scott was a bad guy. In fact, he kind of stood up to my mom and spoke up on my behalf. 'Kids will be kids,' he told her. He was also quite good looking too. He was a big guy, with long brown hair and a nice beard. He was a biker and wore a lot of leather and denim. Hell, he even offered to teach me how to ride a Harley some time, which was pretty cool of him. He also let me sneak a beer now and then, so eventually I started to warm up to him. But I was always a little jealous, and mad at my mom for trying to change things so soon.""
+""Anyway, one day I woke up and my mom was nowhere to be found. I asked Scott if he had seen her, and he told me that my grandmother had an accident. Apparently she fell and broke her hip. She was okay, but my mom had gotten the call in the middle of the night and driven out to Tucson to see her. She had left Scott in charge of the house. It was going to be just the two of us for the rest of the week. Right about then I realized a perfect way to get what I wanted, and to get back at my mom too.""
+""Quickly going back up to my room, I looked through my wardrobe for the sexiest, trashiest, sluttiest outfit that I could find. Now, you have to keep in mind that I'd never had sex up until this point. Yeah, I was still dressing really provocatively, but all of my knowledge on the subject came from the sex ed class I had to take and a couple of skin flicks I'd secretly gotten my hands on. Still, I wasn't that naive, and I really knew how to turn guys on. Eventually I wound up settling on a pair of fishnets, a tight pleather mini- skirt and a corset that pushed my tiny little boobs together. No man could resist that combo.""
+""When I came back down, Scott immediately took notice of me, just as I had planned.""
+""'Where are you going dressed like that,' he asked me.""
+""'Just out,' I told him.""
+""Scott said that my mom probably wouldn't approve of me going out dressed like that, so I asked him if there was anything that we could do in the apartment instead. When he didn't answer right away, I walked over and sat down on his lap, and told him that I had a couple ideas that we could work on. I could feel his rock hard cock through his jeans. He didn't make any effort to fight me as I unzipped his pants and whipped out his erection. It was huge too, even bigger than the ones they have in porno movies. Trying to copy the girls from those movies, I went down between his legs and knelt.""
+""I had a little trouble getting all of his cock into my mouth at first. It was just so big. Eventually I was able to get a good part of it in, so I closed my eyes and started to bob my head up and down as I sucked him off. It was surprisingly difficult given that it was my first time and all. Scott seemed to be enjoying it, though. I could feel the tip of his cock pressing against the back of my throat. It took everything I had to try and suppress my gag reflex. And even then I was still coughing form it.""
+""Eventually Scott tapped me on the head and looked down. I stopped and he pulled his rigid cock out of my young mouth.""
+""'It's your first time, isn't it,' he asked me.""
+""I shook my head, hoping that I could convince him I wasn't a virgin. He didn't fall for it though.""
+""'It's okay,' said Scott, 'I'll be gentle. I just think we should probably go in the other room.'""
+""He led me into the bedroom... the same bedroom where he made love to my mother each night. For some reason, the thought of making love to her new boyfriend on her own bed was really starting to get me wet. I undid my corset, exposing my perky young breasts and laid down on the bed, spreading out my legs. I had made sure not to wear any panties, when I hiked up my little skirt, he could see everything. Scott quickly got undressed and was immediately on top of me.""
+""It was so hot to feel him over me, kissing my neck and fondling my breasts. I was already pretty wet when I felt his hand slide down over my belly and go down to my cunt. He slid one finger in, and then the next, and then another. He got three fingers in me and started to go at it. Now I'd masturbated before, but this was so much better. I could feel him just... stretching me out...""
+Liz was obviously excited by her memories, and it took her a moment to regain her composure.
+""Anyway,"" she continued, ""Scott kissed me on the forehead, then I knew he was going to penetrate me. I waited for it with my eyes closed tight. I could feel him spreading my legs apart, and then gently pressing the tip of his cock into my eighteen year old pussy. I breathed deeply, waiting for it to come. Every second seemed to stretch on for an eternity. Gradually I could feel his rock hard manhood filling me up, stretching my young pussy beyond its limits.""
+""Yeah, it hurt at first. A lot, in fact, but as I lay there silently he just kept going. Soon it started to feel pretty good. I wrapped my slender legs around him, trying to enjoy my first time. Scott just kept going at it, until suddenly, he went motionless for a moment and pulled out of me. I didn't know what was going on, until I looked up and saw him starting to shoot jizz across my belly and tiny tits. I remember being a little pissed at him for staining my skirt, but that didn't stop us from fucking like little sex bunnies for the rest of the weekend.""
+""When my mom finally came home, we had to keep our little thing a secret. We still found time to fuck now and then whenever she was out of the house, but eventually she wound up figuring it out. My mom was furious. I'd never seen her that pissed. She broke things off with Scott and kicked him out of the house right away. Then she gave me the choice of either getting kicked out with Scott, or going to college far, far away from her. I chose college.""
+The other girls were shocked at Liz's confession. They knew that she was freaky and had some serious issues, but nobody knew just how far gone she really was.
+""So,"" interrupted Melissa, a busty brunette from the Midwest, ""You had sex with your mom's boyfriend? Ewww... that's kinda gross.""
+""Hey,"" exclaimed Liz, ""He was pretty good looking, and besides he couldn't resist these!""
+Liz lifted her top and flashed the other girls her perky young breasts. To nobody's surprise, both of her nipples were pierced with tiny silver barbells.
+""And I was the one that seduced him,"" she said as she pulled her top back down.
+There was a brief moment of silence and a notable tension in the air as none of the other girls quite knew what to say after that... interesting display. After a while Jenna finally spoke up.
+""Well,"" she said, ""Who wants to go next? Any takers?"""
+314,University of Life Ch. 04,Bakeboss,Chain Stories,2010-08-08,2010-08-08,2022-01-08 03:56:12,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/university-of-life-ch-04,Beth tells of losing it to the faculty player.,['College'],3.75,"Beth was sitting cross-legged on the floor just like everyone else. She had let her mind wander and when she returned to the reality of the rec room she saw that everybody was looking at her.
+""Come on Beth, your next let's hear what you got.""
+Red face, she shook her head no but soon everyone was chanting, 'Beth, Beth, Beth.' She knew they'd never give her peace until she told her story.
+""My story involves a man we all know and I don't think it's right to say his name.""
+""Come on Bethy, you know the rules, it all in, no holding back. Just give us the dirt girl and let the chips fall where they may.""
+That damn Liz, with her story out Beth had no excuse not to tell the truth.
+""OK, everybody remembers Professor Barnsworth, well---""
+""Oh hell no, not Barnsworth he old enough to be your grandfather, come on Beth what were you thinking?""
+""Just let me finish, geese Melissa, not Barnsworth. Anyway when he was sick last year I had to take him some paperwork from the department.""
+""Beth you're such a kiss ass, I swear.""
+""Hush Liz let her finish, or at least get started.""
+""When I arrived Professor Miller was there to visit. As I started to leave, Bill, I mean Professor Miller said he was leaving and offered me a ride back. After we got into his car, he asked if I wanted coffee and somehow we ended up at Leon's on the other side of town.""
+Beth looked at her audience for the first time now and she could tell she had their attention. Professor Miller was the cutest instructor on campus and she knew all the girls had a crush on him. Tall and athletic looking, his blond hair, way too long, made a girl think of California and warm beaches. But it was his killer smile that all the females thought of first and some had heard he could melt snow with it. Of course, he had a reputation as a player by the way he flirted with all the women in his classes. As far as anybody knew, he had never been accused of any wrongdoing.
+""There we were sitting in the back of Leon's at one of those little tables so close our knees were touching. I looked into those soft blue eyes of his and I knew I was in trouble.
+I just made my decision right there I was going as far as he would take me. I was so nervous I swear I could hear my own heart beat. It was like he could read my mind and when I looked at him again he smiled and said that we should leave. That made me jump and I told him no, I wasn't ready to go back to campus yet. He just smiled and said he wasn't ready to go back either. He took my arm and led me back to his Volvo. It was still nice and warm but I think the heat coming from my body would have melted an iceberg. He drove us back to his apartment off campus and once inside he offered me a drink. I knew I was too nervous for booze so I took coffee instead.""
+""Beth you should have taken the booze it would have relaxed you more than coffee.""
+""I know but I don't drink much and I was afraid I might get sick. When he kissed me, I lost my nervousness right away and I knew I'd done the right thing.
+Listen I know you all will think I'm crazy but every since I first thought about losing my, well you know what I mean; I wanted it to be good. I didn't want to lose it in the back seat of some boy's car. I wanted to be naked and comfortable and I wanted it to be with someone...""
+""Yeah we know someone special, Beth we all had that dream as little girls but once you're in the real world you learn it doesn't work that way.""
+""No not like that I just wanted a man who knew what he was doing and from what I'd heard about Miller I decided he was my best chance.""
+Professor Miller was not only handsome he came with quite a rep as a ladies' man and Beth could just tell he knew his way around a woman's body.
+""We sat down on his couch together and when he put his arm around me I just melted against his chest. I told myself not to chicken out, then I turned my head up to his, and he reached down to put his lips to mine. I don't know how long we kissed it felt light hours, my heart was pounding in my chest and I was getting so excited I thought I might pass out. When he put his hand on my breast, I couldn't stand it any longer, and I just blurted out, please take me.
+He looked into my eyes for the longest time and I know my face was turning bright red because I could feel the heat in my cheeks. Then without a word he stood and picked me up in his arms---""
+""No way,""
+""Yes way, Amy, It's embarrassing to admit but I felt like a bride as he walked me to his bedroom. First, he undressed me and I kept trying to remember what undies I was wearing. I sat naked on his bed, as he began to undress. Now I have been naked in front of a boy before but not enough to feel comfortable so just to occupy myself I asked if I could undress him. This made me feel sexy and somehow in control as I took off his clothes until he wore nothing but undies. No I know what you're going to ask, he was wearing boxers. With one yank, he was now as naked as I was, then I sat next to him as he put a rubber on it. He lay me down and then I blurted out that I was a virgin. He just smiled as he told me he already knew that. Now how would he know that, I just don't understand men.""
+The questions came from all over the room, ""Did you like it?"" ""How many times did you do it?"" ""Have you been back since that night?""
+There were more but Beth couldn't keep track,
+""Let me just say it was more than I've ever dreamed and I don't remember it even hurting. I spent the night in his apartment and he drove me back to campus early. As for Bill, I mean Professor Miller I guess I was just another trophy because he has never asked me out since. You can believe me when I say if he called right now I'd be over there in a heartbeat.""
+Now the room was quiet and as Beth looked around, she could tell each girl was imagining herself in Beth's place. This made her feel good and she was so glad she had told her story."
+315,Virtual Reality,LesLumens,Chain Stories,2007-02-11,2008-01-17,2022-01-08 03:56:13,5,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/virtual-reality-dragon-quest-iv,"1. Trapped in a game; if this is torture, chain me to the wall. 2. Hargon changed her into a dog, but in human form she's a fox. 3. Rescue mission with three hot girls is its own reward. 4. Trying to stay out of a love triangle isn't easy. 5. A final hop, and a beautiful cleric of Rubiss.","['Bathing', 'Blonde', 'Blowjob', 'Creampie', 'Cunnilinguis', 'Eat Pussy', 'Fanfic', 'Fellatio', 'Magic', 'Outdoor Sex']",4.74,"_DISCLAIMER:_
+The stories in the ""Celebrity"" section of Literotica are all fictional parodies - none are true, nor are they approved of by the celebrities named in the stories. Authors write these fictitious stories about famous people for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because they can. The Supreme Court of the United States, the country where this site is located, has ruled that parodies involving famous people are perfectly and totally legal under the United States Constitution. The specific case law on this was decided in the case of ""Hustler Magazine, Inc. et al. v. Jerry Falwell"" in 1988. No harm is intended toward the celebrities featured in these stories, but they are public figures and in being so, they must accept that they are fair target for parodies by the public. We believe in the first amendment, and more broadly, in the basic principle of free speech and this section may push the boundaries of that principle, but the United States Supreme Court has approved of this type of material. We believe that the Supreme Court was correct in their decision.
+Author's Notes: The characters of Nara, Mara, and Taloon ( as well as the world setting ) are not my creation. I have added my own take to each of them. This is a fanfiction fantasy, and simply draws upon the original world/characters as a setting. No toe-stepping is intended.
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+I awoke in clothes that felt stiff and damp, blinded by the bright sunlight streaming down on me.
+""Young Master, this is a most unwise place to take a nap, I must say.""
+Squinting through the glare, I made out the silhouette of a man standing over me. Gradually, my eyes adjusted. The man was dressed garishly, with a wide comical mustache of gray.
+Looking around, I didn't notice anything familiar. In fact, everything looked entirely too green. The air smelled odd too -- cleaner. Sitting up, I muttered, ""Where in the hell am I?""
+""You are a few miles southwest of Endor, young Master,"" Mr. Mustache answered me.
+I laughed, ""Endor? Should I be looking for Ewoks or Taloon?""
+""You know Master Taloon? I would expect one acquainted with such a shrewd arms merchant to be better equipped. Unless you have things hidden in that obviously magical bag your head was resting on.""
+ _Oh, man, I must have fallen asleep playing D.Q. Four. This is one fucked up dream,_ I thought with amusement. _What the hell, may as well play along._
+""Thanks for the wake up call, good merchant. I assume you're a merchant by your sack of wares.""
+The wandering dealer smiled, and replied, ""Indeed I am, and I am at your service, should you require anything.""
+""Well, let me go through my bag here, and see if I need anything."" Picking up the bag, I could tell it was magical the moment I opened it. There's far more space inside the thing than it could possibly contain.
+Digging into the bag, I quickly recognized Erdrick's Armor. _That should impress the hell out of the locals._ Attempting to remove it from the bag, however, proved impossible. An attempt to drag out the Armor of Radiance from Dragon Quest three failed as well. _What the hell?_ Grabbing a suit of leather armor, I found it came out of the bag easily enough. A maker's mark on it listed it as coming from the village of Lifecod.
+Testing a theory, I dug around until I saw something else familiar. The maker's mark on the wing of the wyvern said Leftwyne, and I was able to pull it from the bag without any problem.
+ _Okay, so something has to be common to all the games in order for me to get it out of the bag. Either that, or it has to come from this world. Not a problem. What's the strongest common armor? Magic Armor should work._
+After a moment, I found exactly what I was looking for. Pulling it out of the bag, along with a broadsword, I told the merchant, ""It appears I'm fairly well supplied, I'm afraid, good merchant.""
+Shrugging his shoulders and smiling, the wandering salesman said, ""Such is my luck. I must warn you, there are many bubble slimes in this area.""
+Having recognized several healing and antidote herbs in my bag, and now almost dressed in my Magic Armor, I wasn't terribly worried. I found the armor to be quite light, and the broadsword felt completely natural in my hands. The only thing I could guess was that my skills in the game were transferring over as skills within it.
+Attempts to cast a spell after that proved fruitless, however. _Damn it,_ I laughed mentally. _A good Zap spell or two would be pretty impressive. Oh well, I guess I'll have to depend upon my trusty sword here._
+Sheathing the sword, I said, ""Thanks again, good merchant. Now, if you would be so kind as to point me in the right direction of Endor?""
+""I travel that way, if you wish to walk with me,"" he replied.
+""Sounds like a plan to me. Shall we go?""
+As we set off, I hoped I wouldn't wake up too soon. This dream was actually kind of fun. Seeing the Dragon Quest sprites as real, flesh and blood people was a real blast. I whistled _Wagon Wheels March_ as we walked, and found that the tune actually set a good cadence for a quick hike.
+""That is quite a stirring tune, young Master. I recall now that I do not know your name.""
+ _Well, I use this name the first time I play through any game, so it seems appropriate._ ""Just call me Thakkor.""
+""Thakkor it shall be then, young Master. You may call me Bertir."" He hesitated a bit as we continued on, tilting his head as if listening. ""I would advise having your sword ready, Thakkor. I believe I hear something.""
+Snapping my weapon free of its sheathe, I discovered the merchant's advice was quite sound only a moment later. A pack of three bubble slimes came bounding out of the underbrush along the trail, their smiling faces from the game nowhere near as amusing in real life. They bounced toward us at a quick pace, and the merchant next to me readied his sword, even as I brought mine in front of me.
+With a gurgling cry, the first one leaped at me. I reacted with perfectly timed instincts, slapping the creature aside and cleaving a great rift in its poison-oozing hide. The creature hit the ground and almost appeared to deflate, fitfully undulating in an attempt to rise again.
+I didn't have time to admire my handiwork, as the other two bubble slimes were already on the attack. Bringing my sword back across, I caught the slime attacking me with the flat of my blade. The blow sent it hurtling into the distance like a line drive.
+My merchant friend didn't have such good luck, and he took what looked like a painful wound to his right shoulder. He managed to batter away the attacking slime, and I stabbed down right through the center of it, holding my breath against the acrid stench of the creature's poison. For good measure, I jabbed the still twitching first slime, to make sure it stayed down.
+Glancing toward where the final bubble slime had landed, I saw it rapidly running away. I whistled the 'end of battle' sound effect, tilting my head as if listening for the level-up music to follow. ""Damn, not enough experience, I guess,"" I chuckled.
+Turning back to my fellow traveler, I saw him breaking out in a sweat, not looking well at all. I asked, ""Poison?""
+Bertir nodded, and then pointed weakly at the dissolving remains of the bubble slimes. Lying upon the ground were a few gold coins, and a pair of herbs. _Those would be antidote herbs, of course. Bubble slimes drop antidotes, when they drop anything._ Bertir having pointed out the herbs more or less confirmed it as well.
+Snatching up one of the herbs, I handed it to Bertir. He rubbed it on his shoulder wound, and almost immediately started to look better. After a minute or two, he said, ""Thank you Thakkor. You fight quite well. I am lucky to have found such a worthy traveling companion.""
+Clapping him on the opposite shoulder from the wound, I said, ""No problem, Bertir. That's what you do on the road -- take care of your fellow travelers, right?"" Picking up the coins from the ground, I handed half of them to Bertir. ""Oh, and share the loot, of course.""
+Laughing, and refusing to take the coins, Bertir said, ""You did all the fighting, young Thakkor. The coins belong to you. I find I enjoy my gold more when I earn it through bartering, anyway.""
+Pocketing the coins, I said, ""Fair enough. How far are we from Endor?""
+""Just over that hill, and we will be there,"" he replied.
+Gesturing for him to take the lead, I launched back into _Wagon Wheels March_ as we walked.
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+Endor was a big town in the game, but it paled in comparison to the sprawling city before me. Everywhere there were merchants, buying and selling. People bustled here and there, roaming from shop to shop, and home to home. The entire city seemed to be alive with movement as I walked the streets.
+Off in the distance, I could see a tall stone structure, with bright pennants on top. At first, I thought it was the castle, but then I noticed an even larger mountain of stone in the distance, and determined that the first must be the casino. I certainly planned to check that out at some point.
+""I must go to set up my booth. It has been a pleasure to travel with you, Thakkor,"" Bertir said, sticking out his hand to shake.
+""Same here. I'll be sure to look you up if I need anything,"" I replied while shaking his hand.
+Bertir walked off into the throng, and I took in the sights. The people were somewhat exotic, and oddly dressed, but otherwise they were regular people. I ran into an assortment of friendly, rude, and indifferent townsfolk, just as I might have expected to encounter in any fair-sized city. Fortunately, I had plenty of gold in my magical little sack, so I had an excuse to wander through a lot of the shops, adding to my stash of items.
+I also had plenty of gold for the local brew, which went down like water, but kicked like a mule.
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+I woke up from a dream about home, my head pounding and my mouth dry. Once I was able to open my eyes, I dimly recognized the room at the Inn I'd stumbled into the night before.
+ _Can you dream in a dream? I expected to wake up at home, but I'm still here. This is getting just a little bit to frikkin' weird,_ I thought as I tried to drag my still partially inebriated carcass out of the bed.
+I was glad to find that healing herbs worked just as well on a hangover as a sword slash, and shortly after taking one, I was up and about again. I headed back out into the streets, planning to hit the casino and try my luck at some poker. I'd always done well in the game, so I decided I'd give it a shot. It looked like I was stuck here at that point, so I figured I may as well have a little fun.
+As I meandered through the streets, I happened across a gathering crowd. Curious as to what they were pushing in to see or hear, I wandered that way. I heard a female voice when I got closer.
+""... great darkness, and light. They will contend, with the fate of the world in the balance. This city carries a torch on the side of light.""
+I managed to edge my way through the crowd, and I knew exactly who I was looking at, the moment I saw her. Leaning over a crystal ball, the fortuneteller speaking prophecy could have only be Nara. She appeared to be in a deep trance, but snapped out of it almost the moment I got a good look at her.
+""Bah, more vague prophecies,"" one man near me said, as he turned to walk away.
+A woman a few feet away said, ""She predicted my husband's return, though. What if she's right?""
+A buzz rose up from the gathered people, as they all argued about the validity and relevance of Nara's prophecy. Seeing that Nara looked weak and dazed, I pushed my way through the crowd.
+""You okay there, Nara? You don't look so good,"" I asked.
+Nara replied, ""I am fine. Sometimes visions come upon me, which are so strong, that they leave me a little out of sorts."" A moment later, her head came up and she looked at me curiously. ""How did you know my name?""
+Twitching my eyebrows, I said, ""I have my own abilities, much the same as yours. I know what's going to happen. I believe your prophecy, by the way. You're one of those carrying a torch for the light too. You and your sister.""
+ _May as well have a little fun with my knowledge of the game,_ I thought.
+Looking a little apprehensive, but obviously intrigued, Nara stood and said, ""Would you please come into my tent? I would hear more of what you see in the future.""
+""Sure, why not. Name's Thakkor,"" I replied. Nara wore heavy, concealing robes, but they couldn't hide the swell of her bosom. It took quite a bit of effort not to stare at her breasts, or any of her for that matter. She had sun- browned skin, big expressive eyes, full lips, and long, dark hair. Her sprite from the game certainly didn't do her justice.
+Nara walked over to her tent, the sway of her bottom a hypnotic sight indeed. She turned and pulled back the flap of the tent, gesturing for me to enter. The flap quickly closed behind us as soon as I stepped inside.
+""Please, have a seat, Thakkor, and tell me what you know,"" Nara requested, sitting down on a cushion within the tent.
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+To say Nara was intrigued by what I told her would be a great understatement. Having played the game a million times, I was able to describe all sorts of things from the future. Nara listened with rapt attention, asking questions on occasion. Finally, I finished, and Nara summed up her thoughts in a single question.
+""You say that I, my sister, and these others will face a great evil, in times to come? One will come to draw us all together, and lead us to our destiny?""
+I answered, ""That's it. Endor is important, but you, and those you'll meet here, are more important by far.""
+Nara asked, ""What is your place, in this destiny?""
+""To guide you, I suppose,"" I replied. It was more or less the truth, as when playing the game that was what I did.
+""May I try to get a sense of your future, Thakkor?""
+Smiling, I said, ""Sure, why not.""
+Reaching out, Nara took one of my hands, and laid it between the palms of hers. She closed her eyes, and almost immediately jerked, as if hit by a jolt of electricity. A gasp accompanied her sudden movement, and her eyes popped open a second later.
+I asked, ""Did you see something?""
+A rather mischievous grin spread across Nara's beautiful face. ""Yes, I did.""
+""Sister, are you here? People are saying that you riled up a crowd with a prophecy today.""
+I turned to see Mara pulling back the tent flap, and stepping inside. She looked much like her sister, save having a lither figure, with smaller breasts and narrower hips. She was also dressed in far from a conservative fashion, showing a great deal of very attractive skin.
+Mara paused upon seeing me, and raised her eyebrows in surprise. ""Oh, now who is this?"" Her voice was seductive, and suggestive, the question directed as much to me as it was to Nara.
+""This is Thakkor. He sees the future, as I do. I will tell you of our visions later, as I know you will dance tonight. I would not wish you to be late."" Nara's tone indicated that there were some silent communications going on between the two sisters, something I was not privy to.
+Mara let out a little amused sound. ""Very well, I'll be by as soon as I'm done dancing tonight.""
+""I will see you then, Sister,"" Nara responded with a smile that bordered on smug.
+ _A little bit of competition between the dear sisters, I see. They certainly glossed over this in the game script._ I chuckled, and then realized, _And they're competing over me. Well, well now. This has some interesting possibilities._
+Mara left, and Nara stood up almost immediately. ""Will you come with me? I don't think this is the appropriate place to reveal my vision to you.""
+I picked up just a touch of anticipation in Nara's voice. I raised my eyebrows in a silent question, and received an equally silent answer when color flooded Nara's cheeks. ""Sure, lead on. You certainly have me wondering what you saw.""
+Nara exuded an almost visible sense of excitement as I followed her through the streets of Endor. We soon reached the room she shared with her sister, and Nara quickly ushered me inside. The only furnishings were a pair of canopied beds, a table with two chairs, and a few trunks.
+I heard a bolt slide home behind me. Turning around, I found Nara facing me, locking the door behind her back with practiced ease. She asked, ""Would you like to know what I saw in my vision?""
+""That was the plan for coming here,"" I laughed.
+Shaking her head slightly, Nara said, ""No, my plan in coming here was to make that vision come true. In my vision, we both lay in my bed, spent from a wonderful evening of lovemaking.""
+As she spoke, she walked over to me -- her hips swaying, and her hands working on the ties of her robes. By the time she reached me, her robe was slipping open, revealing the cleft between her large, firm breasts, and the tanned skin of her flat tummy.
+""I have to say -- that sounds like a wonderful vision of the future.""
+Knocking on my breastplate, she said, ""Take off that armor, and let us fulfill my premonition.""
+I was rapidly discovering one of the significant drawbacks of metal armor -- it doesn't give very well against a swelling erection. Nara swept past me, pulling her robe down off her shoulders. I kept my eyes on her, while unbuckling my armor as fast as I could. When she reached her bed, she let the robe pool to the floor, revealing her full, naked backside in all its glory.
+Nara climbed into her bed, covering her body in the gauzy curtains, in what was a sexy display of feigned modesty. The nearly transparent material did nothing to hide her large breasts, capped by small, dark nipples, or the carefully manicured nest of curls adorning her mound.
+I started toward the bed, the final plates of my armor clanging to the floor even as I took the first step. I tugged my shirt over my head as I reached the bed, but Nara took the initiative after that.
+Pulling me close, using the waist of my pants as a handle, she pulled them down as soon as my knees pressed against the bed. I kicked off my boots, and stepped out of the material gathered at my ankles. Nara reached out to my smooth-shaven cock with a look of delighted surprise.
+She let out a little moan as she wrapped one hand around my shaft, cupping the orbs below in her other hand. ""It's so smooth. I've never felt something so wonderful.""
+Sighing from the soft touch of her hands on me, I responded, ""I think I can safely say the same.""
+Licking her lips, Nara said, ""I think I can top it.""
+Letting out a sharp gasp, I managed to say, ""I think you're right,"" as her lips slipped over the head of my cock.
+After that first suckle, and a few tickles from her tongue, Nara appeared to be unhappy with the awkward angle, lying on her belly to reach me with her mouth. She tugged me onto the bed with her, and a push on my chest instructed me to lie down.
+My back barely hit the mattress before she leaned over me, sliding her hands up my legs until they reached my hips. She then lay down on her side next to me -- her breasts pressing against my leg with firm, delightful pressure -- and took me in her mouth again.
+I groaned as she engulfed nearly my entire length with that first slow suck. She then sucked in her cheeks nearly concave, sliding her soft, wet lips back toward the tip. Nara kept a tight vacuum on me, her full lips sliding over my shaft in a slow, teasing motion.
+Normally, it's very difficult to get me off with oral sex. Something about the angles, or the pressure, just keeps me below the point of no return. Such was not the case as Nara worked her magic on me. I could feel the itch building after only a few bobs of her head, and it steadily intensified with each wonderful stroke of her mouth.  
+Pausing at the end of one slow suck, Nara suddenly bobbed her head quickly, over just the mushroom tip, for several strokes. Her tongue caressed me as she sucked, and I felt my balls tighten. When she swallowed me whole a moment later, I knew I wasn't going to last much longer.
+""If you..."" I had to pause to gasp before I could finish. ""If you keep that up, you're going to delay your half of the vision by a bit.""
+Nara's lips slid back over me with agonizing slowness, releasing me with a pop. She looked up into my eyes with a satisfied, mischievous grin. ""Feel good?""
+I chuckled weakly, ""Yep."" Rolling over onto my side, I took Nara's hand and guided her to move up toward the head of the bed. _Now, of course, is when I'll wake up from this dream. That's always my luck._
+I didn't wake up, though. I kissed her neck, moving upward to suckle her earlobe lightly for a moment, and then started back down again. Her nipples were pebble hard when my lips reached them. Her moans were sharp and loud, as I sucked the stiff points, flicking them with my tongue. The pace of her breathing picked up, and I saw her hand creeping between her thighs in my peripheral vision.
+""Oh, you're making me ache,"" Nara said in a breathless whisper.
+Releasing her right nipple -- giving it a final curl of my tongue around it -- I told her, ""I think I can do something about that.""
+Nara gasped as I kissed her tummy, and then she moaned as I traced kisses over the taut flesh toward her mound. I moved my arms out of the way, one at a time, giving her room to part her legs. The scent of her arousal washed over me, prompting me to speed up my journey toward the source of it.
+Short trimmed, dark, curly hair adorned her sex -- just hiding the treasure beneath. A slow slide of my fingers parted her labia, revealing the sharply contrasting pink between them. Looking up into her eyes, and smiling for a moment, I lowered my lips to her.
+Nara let out a quavering gasp, one of her hands coming to rest on the back of my head. The very first swipe of my tongue over her wet folds revealed a uniquely spicy taste. Whatever caused it, I certainly liked it. Pressing my tongue in deep, I swirled it over her walls, gathering up the abundant, flavorful juices.
+It took only a few moments of experimentation to discover that Nara preferred a soft touch. I worked my tongue in slow strokes, teasing her labia, just brushing the pearl at their apex, stoking her fires steadily higher.
+""That feels so good,"" Nara moaned. I looked up to see that she was now rubbing her fingers over her stiff nipples, stimulating them as I lapped her.
+I gave her a deliberate swirl of my tongue on her clit, drawing a sharp yelp from her, and causing her hips to rise up to meet my mouth. I returned to the swollen bud a moment or two later, receiving much the same reaction.
+When I closed my lips over the center of her pleasure for a moment, she gasped out, ""More!""
+With devilish intent, I released her clit and wiggled my tongue downward, between her labia. A broad stroke upward touched her special spot for a second, and I let out a sensual chuckle, as the pleading tone of her moan revealed what she wanted.
+I edged her higher with flicks of my tongue, and my suckling lips. Her breathing quickened yet again, and more of her juices washed over my tongue every time I moved downward for a taste of them.
+""Oh, please, I need to come,"" Nara said in a strained voice.
+I had already started to lift her hood, even as she said the words. Her body language had revealed her need long before her words. A warbling scream of pleasure burst from her as I gave her a strong stroke of my tongue over the bared nub.
+Nara's fingers curled into my hair, and I knew the time for teasing was over. Her hips rocked rhythmically up toward me, pressing me tight against her sex, as if I needed any additional encouragement. Wrapping my lips around her clit, I circled it with my tongue, increasing the speed of the strokes with every swirl.
+Yelps, moans, and gasps erupted from her as she climbed higher. When her fingers fisted into my hair, and she thrust her wet heat hard against my face, I knew she was there. Her thighs clamping tight around my ears muffled her scream of release, but I could feel the power of it reverberating through her entire body.
+I let up the pressure just long enough for the initial shock of her orgasm to pass, and then attacked her clit once more, with even more gusto. Her grip on me tightened, as she went into a string of multiple climaxes.
+Despite the ache in my neck and jaw, I was far from done with her when Nara pushed me away. Curling up into a fetal position, she clamped her hands over her sex, trembling and jerking as the aftershocks of her orgasm continued to rock her.
+I stroked her back, giving my painfully throbbing cock a quick stroke of my fingers to calm my own need as I did so. It took Nara a couple of minutes to uncurl, and she still gasped for air even then.
+""Oh, it has been too long,"" she moaned. ""I've been touched by nothing more than my own fingers in months.""
+Licking my lips, I said, ""There's plenty more where that came from. I love how you taste. I could lick you for days.""
+Shuddering from those words, she rolled over to brush her fingers over my cock. ""I want to feel you inside me.""
+I started to tell her I didn't have any condoms, but realized that the odds were she would have no idea what I was talking about. ""Even if I pull out before I get there, there's still a risk of getting you pregnant.""
+Wrapping her hand around me, stroking her hand over my hard flesh, she informed me, ""It is safe now. My abilities have never failed to predict when I might become with child. Now is not such a time.""
+Groaning from the feeling of her hand stroking me, I said, ""I honestly don't know how long I'm going to last. I feel like I'm going to burst right now.""
+Purring, Nara rolled onto her back and parted her legs wide. ""Then do it. I have magic that can restore your vigor in very little time. I love feeling a man come inside me.""
+The sight of her, legs and lips parted wide, teasingly stroking her folds, made that an easy request to fulfill. ""Well, since you asked so nicely...""
+Nara chuckled quietly, and then purred as the head of my cock pressed up against her. She leaned up, and moaned as she watched me vanish into her tight canal.
+I closed my eyes, loving the tight squeeze of her, as I slipped easily into her saturated depths. ""Damn, you feel good,"" I groaned as I hit bottom.
+""Mmm, so do you. Take me."" She gasped as I withdrew, letting out a high- pitched grunt a moment later as I filled her again. Her fingers moved in slow circles over her clit, and she licked her lips sensually as I started thrusting in earnest.
+As tight as she was squeezing me, and as worked up as I was, I knew I wasn't going to last long at all. I tried to hold it back, hoping to get her to her peak -- or at least close enough to finish her off before I couldn't handle the sensitivity. After only a few more strokes, I knew the effort was going to be fruitless. Already teetering on the edge, it was going to take only the slightest change in the pace, or angle of my thrusts to make me explode.
+She saw the strain in my face, and stopped rubbing her clit. Gripping her legs behind the knees, she pulled them up toward her chest and said, ""Give it to me, Thakkor. I want it.""
+I didn't really have a lot of choice at that point. Tightening my grip on her hips, and spreading my knees a little farther apart, I dropped any pretense of control. The sound of our bodies coming together quickened for a few strokes, and then I was there.
+Letting out a growling scream, I erupted into her hot depths. She echoed my scream with a squealing moan, placing a caressing hand over her mound. As I haltingly rocked my hips, still spurting inside her, she softly said, ""I like being able to make you lose control like that. It feels so good.""
+""Gods, yes,"" I groaned. ""Damn, you're wet.""
+""It's been too long, and I was already wet from the moment I had the vision of us,"" Nara responded.
+Pulling free, amidst a protesting moan from Nara, I collapsed back onto the bed. ""That's going to have to be some powerful magic, if you're going to get me up off this bed any time soon.""
+Nara reached down to gather up a stream of her creamy juices, mingled with a dollop of my escaping semen, and brought it to her lips. Reaching between her still parted thighs for another taste, she said, ""My magic has never failed me before.""
+Nara rose up to her knees, licking her fingers clean. Moving her hands and speaking softly, she cast her spell. My eyes opened in surprise, as I felt the fog of ecstasy in my head fade somewhat. Strength flooded through my limbs, even as blood rushed back into my slowly softening cock.
+I sat up, still a little in awe of her magical trick, and Nara dropped to her hands and knees on the bed. Whipping her hair as she looked back over her shoulder at me, she said, ""I like it this way. Do you?""
+""Oh, yeah,"" I replied, as I got up on my knees too. Nara slid her hands forward slightly, causing her hips to rock upward, giving me a clear view of her still dripping pussy.
+I teased her, running the tip of my erection over her slick lips, and then grasped her hips with both hands and drove my cock home. Nara sighed as I penetrated her, saying, ""So deep.""
+After only a pair of strokes, I could tell I wasn't going to come any time soon. I was still too desensitized from having just exploded in her only a minute or two before. After a few more strokes, her body language revealed that she wanted me to take it easy, as I had when lapping her.
+I set a measured pace, pulling back until the ridges of my cock head slipped from between her lips, and then pushing back in until my body pressed hard against hers. I knew the steady strokes had to be letting her feel every inch of me, and I certainly felt every inch of her, gripping me tight.
+Every few strokes, I would lean back, or forward a little, changing the angle at which I slipped into her wet heat. Every time I hit a new area of her depths, Nara would let out a long, deep moan. That prompted me to try turning slightly to the left and right as well, giving her even more varied sensations.
+Nara leaned down to lie with her upper body on the bed, reaching beneath her to rub her clit. At the same time, her hips started to move back toward my thrusts, indicating that she was ready for me to move away from the gentle pace.
+I increased the speed and strength of my thrusts, my loins starting to slap against her now jiggling bottom on every stroke. Between her wetness, and my semen still inside her, little squishy sounds joined the claps of our bodies meeting.
+I was starting to feel the first tingles of a building orgasm, but Nara was far ahead of me. Her hips thrust back at me hard, and I matched her obvious desire by giving her harder pumps of my pelvis as well. I could just see her fingers flashing over her sex, and she was panting for breath.
+Rising up for a moment, flipping her hair, and looking over her shoulder again, Nara gasped out, ""Faster!""
+Getting a better grip on her hips, I gave her exactly what she wanted. Warbling screams of ecstasy bubbled from her as I took her with all I had. Just as I thought I'd have to slow down, or erupt inside her again, she came.
+Her face pressed into the mattress muffled Nara's scream, but it was still quite loud. Her walls clamped down tight on me, actually holding me in place. I probably could have pulled free and thrust again, if I'd really tried, but her hands reaching back to grab me indicated clearly enough she didn't want me to. She held me buried inside her, rhythmically contracting around my cock, and screaming her pleasure into the sheets.
+When her hands fell to the bed again, I felt a crooked grin crossing my face. The pause had staved off my own climax, and I knew that if I kept up a rapid pace, I would last even longer still. Grabbing her hips tight and spreading my knees apart, I pounded into her.
+Still coming, Nara let out a sharp scream when I started thrusting again. The scream was rapidly replaced with a growl as my cock slammed into her. I didn't relent in the slightest, assaulting her with all my strength. Her cries turned more animalistic by the moment, as I drove her to even higher plateaus.
+Sweat glistened on both our bodies, as I neared my own point of no return. Nara had reached the point where she could no longer voice her pleasure, emitting only rapid, blasting breaths from her wide-open mouth. She only found her voice again, to release a drawn out groan, when I buried my cock inside her and coated her walls with my cum again.
+I leaned over her, my knees feeling too weak to support me. Nara continued to gasp, trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. When I simply couldn't remain upright, I jerked from her with a scream, rolling heavily to my back on the bed.
+Nara's hips sank to the mattress, little tremors still rocking her. For quite some time, neither of us could do more than gasp for air, and pray nothing touched either of us within a foot of our oversensitive nether regions.
+When we both could move again, Nara asked me, ""Where are you staying?""
+""Over at the Inn, I'm just visiting,"" I replied in a weak voice.
+""My sister will be home before much longer, but I don't want this to end just yet. I'll leave her a note, saying I went out to do a reading for someone in a nearby farmstead, and will be saying the night. Would you like to take me back to your room at the Inn?""
+ _Ah, what a wonderful dream,_ I thought. ""I'd love to, just as soon as I can move again.""
+Nara giggled and snuggled up against me. ""You were wonderful.""
+""So were you. Do you think we can top it?""
+""We can try,"" she replied with a laugh.
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+I woke up the next day, still sticky and weak. Nara's spells proved quite potent, and I was able to get a rise twice more. I didn't even remember pulling from her the final time, before I collapsed into an exhausted slumber.
+Nara awoke a short time later, rolling over and kissing me. ""Good Morning.""
+""Probably closer to afternoon,"" I chuckled.
+Nara's eyes opened wide. ""Oh -- oh dear. I have two important people scheduled for readings today. I must go, before I miss them.""
+""I'll find something to do for the day,"" I said, folding my arms behind my head.
+""And I'll provide you with plenty to do tonight,"" Nara whispered sexily into my ear, before kissing me again and rising to look for her clothing.
+I lay in bed for a short while after Nara left, still feeling pretty worn out from the marathon sex the night before. Finally, boredom got to me, and I climbed reluctantly out of bed.
+A quick bath a little while later helped me feel better, and I hit the streets, dressed this time in common clothing. I passed Taloon's shop, and I almost went in. The crowd looked pretty thick, however, and I didn't really need anything. I decided to give it a miss for now, and head over for a long overdue date with the casino.
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+I laughed as I lost yet another bet on the monster fights. The coins didn't really mean much, as I was just goofing off by that point. I'd lost two hands of poker upon first sitting down, but after a few double-downs on the third, I had sixty-four thousand coins in my casino account.
+After a couple more big wins, the dealers had started to scowl at me, so I decided that was enough poker for the day. Heading over to the slots, I played with a tiny percentage of my winnings. After quite a few losses, I hit a couple of big jackpots, and got back well into the black again. With a nice bankroll safely away from my gambling lust, I played for a few hours on the numerous machines. They were far more varied than those in the actual game were, and it was a great deal of fun.
+When the casino employees started scowling at me again, I moved on from the slots. After all, there was no sense in pissing them off and being thrown out my first day. Since then, I'd been watching monster fights for several hours. Once again, I'd only used a small percentage of my slot winnings, adding to the stockpile of coins from poker. I only had a few of those coins left, and with nightfall approaching, I decided to call it a day.
+One of the bunny girls walked over, offering me a drink. I grabbed the foaming tankard, and then slowly dropped a dozen casino coins into her cleavage with a wink, as a tip. Twitching her eyebrows, she said, ""Just call out if you need anything. My name is Candy.""
+""I'll do that. You're sweet, Candy."" I managed to keep from chuckling at my own purposely-lame joke.
+""You don't know how sweet,"" she said as she turned. She looked back over her shoulder before stepping away, and added, ""But maybe you'd like to find out?""
+I chuckled as she walked off, with a little extra sway in her shapely bottom -- much of which hung out of her skimpy costume.
+""No! Damn!""
+I recognized the voice, and turned to see Mara leaning her head up against one of the slot machines. She thumped her head against it a couple of times, and then sat bolt upright when a small troupe of musicians began to play.
+""Oh no,"" Mara gasped. She then hurried through a door near the casino stage. The door was labeled _Performers Only._
+""So this is where you dance,"" I mumbled. Casino employees were in the process of moving around tables, and bringing out additional seats. I noticed that there were quite a few patrons, mostly men, also filtering in through the front door of the casino.
+I moved up toward the stage, planning to take a seat right up front, but a spindly worker put his hand on my chest before I could sit down.
+""If you want to sit in front, you have to pay. Three coins up front -- and you're expected to tip the dancers.""
+I scowled at the guy for a moment, and then glanced down at his hand on my chest. He moved his hand, looking a little worried and apologetic.
+I pulled four casino coins out of my pocket, tossed them on the table, and said, ""There you go. Take the fourth and buy yourself some manners, jackass. I'd be happy to teach you for free, if you'd like.""
+The guy obviously caught the warning tone in my voice. ""That won't be necessary, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Would you like a drink, Sir?""
+I chuckled and sat down. ""That's better. If you're going to be in customer service, I suggest you moderate your attitude. You can take care of business without acting like an ass. Keep your eyes open. When I turn this tankard upside down, send Candy over with another one.""
+""Of course, Sir. Enjoy the show, Sir."" He then scampered off to the other side of the stage, to help where he would be as far from me as possible.
+I chuckled, thinking, _If all my dreams were this much fun, I might actually get some regular sleep. Nara's planning to do naughty things with me again tonight, and Candy certainly looks like she's game, if things don't work out with Nara._
+I felt a little guilt for thinking that for a moment, but laughed it off and took another long pull from my beer. _Screw it, this is just a dream. No sense in stifling it with my damn conscience. It isn't like I'm actually going to be hurting anyone's feelings; they're figments of my subconscious imagination._
+The music changed, and the first of the dancers came out. A blonde woman with an overly generous endowment topside, it was obviously that salient feature that drew the whoops and coins she earned for her dance -- because she wasn't that good. I tossed a coin her way, just to be polite. I was actually enjoying the music more than her dancing. It wasn't any song from the game, but it had all the flavor of the soundtrack. I always loved the game's music, and I found my feet tapping to the beat of the songs. I made a mental note to go tip the musicians when I had a chance.  
+Two more dancers hit the stage after the blonde. Both were quite beautiful -- and a lot better dancers than the first. I finally flipped my tankard when the third woman started her dance, wisely moderating my consumption after my first experience with the potent local brew.
+Candy did a lot of bending over to show her cleavage, and brushing up against me as she delivered my drink. When I pulled out the coins to tip her, she shoved her tits in my face with a wink. I deposited the coins in exactly the same location as I had the first tip I'd given her. I missed most of the third girl's dance thanks to the closer action of the waitress.
+Loud whoops, tankards banging on tables, and feet stomping on the floor signaled the emergence of the next dancer on the stage. I looked back from where I was watching Candy's swishing bottom, and saw Mara take the stage.
+Her outfit was far more risqué than those of the previous dancers. Mara's firm, handful-sized breasts were almost completely bare, with only the nipples truly concealed. Likewise, ample amounts of her dark brown skin -- identical to her sister's -- showed through the nearly transparent silken skirt she wore. It looked like she wore some sort of panties beneath the skirt, but they blended so well with her skin that it was difficult to tell.
+I blew out a low whistle when Mara started to dance. Her movements screamed of sensuality, even before she started to weave through the crowd, gliding her hands over the patrons in the front row. Pirouetting sprites from the game didn't do her ability any more justice than the sprites representing the sisters did to show their true beauty. I thought that exotic dancers on any world would probably gnaw their own livers watching Mara dance. Her dance was so overtly sexual, it was nearly like watching porn. You almost forgot that she was dressed at all.
+Coins flew left and right onto the stage. Whenever a large amount of coins clattered on the wood, Mara would spin in the direction they had come from. The larger the amount of coin, the more attention she paid to the person who had tossed them.
+Grinning mischievously, I pulled out a handful of coins, and waited until Mara spun away from another table. I tossed the coins onto the stage with a loud clatter, and saw Mara's eyes light up when she turned and noticed me.
+The scene from _History of the World_ where Josephus is being tested as a eunuch popped into my head as Mara danced around me. Rock hard instants after she arrived at my table, I quoted a line from the movie in my head, _The jig is up!_
+For just a moment, I thought I caught the scent of arousal from her. Considering how close her pussy was to my face at that point, I really didn't doubt it. I also knew that she wasn't wearing anything beneath that thin skirt, and that she was shaven bare.
+The music built to a crescendo as Mara spun around my chair, her hands roving over my chest and arms. When the music finished with a flourish, Mara finished her dance by spinning to her knees at my feet. She slid her hands up my legs as she stood, saying, ""So, we meet again. Did you like my dance?""
+""You're, very -- _very_ good,"" I replied.
+Mara glanced down without the slightest hint of shame at the bulge from my erection. She smiled and said, ""I guess you did like my dance. I'll be back out in a little while for another spin, will you be here?""
+""I think I might stick around,"" I answered.
+Mara laughed and danced her way to the stage, to collect her coins and take a few bows. Once she went backstage, a poet came out. The patrons appeared to be tolerating him as a necessary evil, while the dancers and musicians took a break.
+Signaling the formerly rude employee, I told him to save my seat, and took the opportunity to walk over to the musicians. Pulling out coins, I said, ""You all have a lot of talent, and nobody pays much attention to it because of the girls."" I then started distributing generous tips to all the musicians.
+A man with a fiddle-like instrument spoke for the group, obviously the leader of the troupe. ""It is nice to be appreciated, Sir. Is there anything you might like to hear? We play a few songs during the second break, before the back room show.""
+Raising my eyebrows, I asked, ""Back room show?""
+""Oh, new in town are you? The dancers perform a special show, for those who can afford admittance, after the regular show each evening. If you have enough coin to be so generous to us, I would suggest catching the show.""
+""I think I might just do that. I had a good day at the tables, so I've got plenty of coins to throw around. Do you know this song?"" I whistled a little bit of Nara and Mara's theme, much to the delight of the musicians.
+""No, we've never heard it, but I like it a great deal,"" the fiddle player answered. ""If you can whistle the entire song, I'm sure we can learn it in short order. We have quite a long break still, as Wallen goes on forever with his poetry, and then we have a magician. The patrons drink a lot while those acts are going on, so the owners have stretched out their time. Nobody wants to lose their seat, so they stay through the whole silly thing.""
+""I've got one more too. Does Mara dance in the special show later?""
+One of the other musicians blew out a whistle, ""Does she ever!""
+I laughed and said, ""Okay then, let's save both of these for when she dances in the special show. You can start out with the first, and then transition into this one."" I whistled a few bars of the sister's battle theme from the game.
+The fiddle player clapped his hands, ""Marvelous! Come, teach us these songs. They will fit perfectly with our standard set.""
+@===
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+The troupe proved true to their leader's words, and they had mastered both songs during the break, even before the magician finished his act. I promised that I'd come back by later and teach them a few more. Many of the songs from the rest of the series would be good dancing music for the girls as well. They would also fit perfectly into the set, as they were written by the same composer.
+Taking my seat again, the third dancer took the stage first this time, her dance a little more provocative than her first outing. She still couldn't hold a candle to the pure sexual energy Mara exuded when she danced. Dipping into my coins, I tipped all three of the other dancing girls generously, figuring they could use the boost in confidence. Having to come back on after Mara was probably hard on the ego, even with the boring poet and magician in between.
+Candy got another rain of coins into her cleavage when I flipped my tankard again too. I'd had more beautiful female flesh pressing up against me in this one night than I'd ever had in real life. _Mr. Sandman, I'm so going to kick your ass if you wake me up before Mara does her special dance._
+Even as I thought it, doubt as to whether this actually was a dream crept through me. After all, I'd slept through two nights here in Endor, and I'd never had a dream so long, or detailed. Even those annoying dreams where you work an eight-hour shift, only to awaken to the alarm and find out you have to do it for real, had never been this long and full of meaningless little details.
+ _Oh well, whatever it is, I'm having a blast. May as well enjoy it for now._
+Mara took the stage again to the same enthusiastic greeting. Once again, I stole her away at the end of her dance with a generous rain of coins on the stage. When Mara walked backstage this time, I noticed many of the other patrons were scowling at me. I just shrugged my shoulders and sat back in my chair with my brew. It wasn't as if I'd be doing this every night. I was only celebrating my first win. I'm too much of a penny-pincher to spread coins around the way I was tonight for very long.
+I sat and nursed my beer, listening to the singer on stage. She was quite good, and I made sure to drop several coins in the collection jar passed around for her when it reached me. I settled in and listened to her, waiting for the special show to start. Most of the patrons were leaving the stage area, having come for the dancers. So, when the man carrying the singer's collection jar started back toward the stage, I waved him over and added a few coins to my tip.
+When the young lady finished her songs, she went backstage. After playing a few songs, the musicians went through the same door. A large, dangerous looking man took up a station in front of the door, while another mousy man set up a table nearby. A well-dressed young fop walked over and poured a generous handful of coins into the bowl on the table, and the human wall moved out of the way to let him pass.
+A couple of other men, and at least one attractive young woman, started toward the door, digging into their coin purses. A few more people filed into the casino, proceeding immediately toward the guarded door. I stood up and got in line behind them, assuming the special show would be starting soon.
+When I reached the table, the mousy man looked at me and said, ""You're new, aren't you?""
+I shrugged my shoulders and said, ""Suppose I am.""
+He recited the list of rules with all the passion of a man reading a _honey do_ list from his wife. ""You will keep your hands at your side at all times, save to distribute coins, drink, or eat. You may not touch the dancers, waitresses, or any other employee in any way. They may touch you in any fashion they wish, which you also approve of. You need only raise your hand above your head if you feel uncomfortable with anything the dancers are doing. If you break any of the rules, you will be forcibly removed, and banned from the casino entirely. Do you understand?""
+""Simple enough, you can look but you can't touch,"" I said, dropping the amount of coins indicated by a sign next to the bowl into it.
+The man guarding the door, who looked to be half ogre to me, stepped out of the way, and I walked into the backstage area. I grunted in surprised approval when I saw the soft looking chairs and piles of cushions scattered about the area. The musicians played a slow, quiet tune, and nude waitresses distributed drinks to the twenty or so patrons lounging around the room. The waitresses all wore a thin belt, adorned with a silken pouch. A place to carry their coins, I assumed.
+Candy's eyes lit up when she saw me, and she bounded toward me, her large breasts bouncing hypnotically. ""I'm glad to see you. I'm afraid I don't have anywhere to put coins now, though."" She affected a teasing pout, posing perfectly to give me a nice view of all her naked body's best features.
+""I'm sure you'll figure out something. I like my Candy unwrapped.""
+Giggling, Candy escorted me to a couch near the stage. The stage was small, and I assumed that the dancers didn't make much use of it. As soon as I sat down, Candy leaned over me, straddling my legs, and letting her nipples scrape across my shirt. Her whisper was so suggestive, it could only be classified as an outright offer, ""Would like anything?""
+""Yes, but considering the rules, I guess I'll have to settle for another beer.""
+Candy laughed and stood up, but not before she rocked forward and let her breasts rub up against my chin. ""I'll be right back.""
+Candy was as good as her word, and when she sat the beer down, I reached in my pocket to get her tip. Once I had the coins in hand, Candy leaned in close, pressing her breasts together, creating an attractive little pouch at the top between them.
+""I told you that you'd figure something out,"" I laughed, and then dropped the coins into the beautiful little basket she'd created.
+Candy let out a little yelp, ""Oh dear, those are cold."" She stood up and let the coins drop into her hand. She then deposited them in the little pouch on her belt. ""Maybe next time, I could just get them from your pocket for you.""
+""There's another good idea, Candy. I'll give you a wave if I need another drink.""
+""Save some for me, once the dancers come out,"" Candy requested, putting on her pout again.
+Leaning back, I laughed and told her, ""I had a good day, don't worry. I've got plenty of coins to go around.""
+Candy licked her lips and nodded, then bounded off toward the bar again.
+The couch was comfortable, the music was good, and the scenery couldn't be better. My eyes kept roving over toward the one female patron, who got just as much attention -- and seemed to enjoy it just as much -- as all the men in the room. She tipped lavishly, and she soon sat just as naked as the waitresses, the man who had entered with her stroking her thigh the whole time.
+The music picked up, and the first of the dancers came out. What ensued was more or less a long, roving lapdance. The dancers fished for coins in pockets, and other places, grinding their bodies up against the patrons, including me. I was already painfully stiff long before Mara took the stage, only the relief of the dancers and Candy 'looking for their coins' taking some of the edge off my arousal.
+Mara took the stage, and the musicians launched into the sisters' theme song from the game. Mara smiled at the musicians, closing her eyes and falling into the music. Unlike the other girls, she actually danced for a while, not immediately moving to the patrons to add her touch to the tip drawing enticements.
+When the troupe increased the tempo, making the transition into the battle song, Mara followed right along with the beat. As erotic as her dances before had been, they were nothing compared to the pure, undeniable sexuality of her dance this time. She let her hands rove over her nude body, and when she spun close to me at one point, I could actually see that she was wet.
+The patrons were all waving coins in the air, attempting to attract Mara's attention, but she was lost in the dance. I chuckled, thinking that the song would obviously resonate with her, as it was written for her in the game. Finally, she slipped back into reality, starting to move amongst the customers.
+I simply watched for a while, adjusting my throbbing erection on occasion, to keep it from driving me crazy. Mara's eyes kept flashing in my direction, and when I finally pulled out a few coins to jingle them in my hand, she moved toward me in short order.
+There was absolutely no mistaking the scent of her arousal this time. Sitting in my lap, she pressed her body up against me, whispering into my ear, ""The musicians told me that you taught them this song. I love it. The beat is so -- exciting.""
+""Glad you like it,"" I said. She stood up to lean over me, not just putting her breasts in my face, but actually pressing her right nipple up against my lips. Fighting the temptation to let the hard little point slip between my lips took a tremendous amount of effort.
+Mara danced around me, actually sliding over the couch back in a movement that I thought would be impossible to make look so graceful, and sexual. When she slipped a hand over the bulge in my trousers as she rose, I noted a slightly darker spot there, evidence of her wetness when she'd been grinding against my erection earlier.
+Slipping off the couch, Mara dropped to her knees, and sinuously wove her body in front of me, saying, ""Were those coins just bait to lure me over here, or do you actually have some to give me for my dance?""
+""I think I have a few for you,"" I said.
+""Let me get them,"" she said, and immediately put her hand down the front of my pants. Her hand stroking my cock was like heaven, as aroused as I was, and considering how long the tease had been going on.
+""I can't seem to find them,"" Mara said with a crooked smile. Her hand continued to stroke over me, her fingers swirling over the head when she felt a drop of pre-cum ooze from me.
+""They're in my pocket, but you can keep looking if you'd like.""
+Mara laughed and withdrew her hand from my pants. Bringing her fingers to her lips, she sucked them with a moan, and then slipped her hand into my pocket to fish for coins. She made sure to brush up against my cock several times in the process of removing the coins.
+Sitting in my lap again, she whispered, ""Don't leave when they start clearing the room. I'll take care of it.""
+She then spun out to finish her dance, the musicians taking the cue to bring the song to a crescendo. Mara finished with a spin that ended with her arms high over her head, her back arched, and her breasts thrust out to the room. Thunderous applause met her as she bowed to the crowd.
+The room was abuzz, and the most common thing I overheard was that Mara almost never touched anyone when she danced. Tonight, virtually no patron in the room had gone without having Mara in their lap. They were all quite pleased to have been here for such an exciting occasion.
+The employees let everyone stay for a short while; to talk and drink up a few more overpriced beverages. Then they started clearing the room. As Mara had asked, I remained in my seat. I got a few strange looks from the other customers leaving, but the staff paid me absolutely no mind. Mara had stopped briefly on her way to leave the stage, in order to speak with the bartender. Apparently, word had passed that I was to be allowed to remain.
+A short while later, even the employees and the musicians left the room. I took the last pull of my beer, and wished I'd thought to order one more. I could still hear the noise from the casino, loud and boisterous despite the late hour.
+I didn't have to wait long, though, because Mara appeared in the backstage door shortly after the last employee left. She was still nude, and gestured for me to approach while leaning seductively up against the doorjamb.
+As soon as I was within range, Mara reached out to pull me toward her by the waist of my pants. She pressed her lips to mine, even as she squeezed my erection through the material covering it. When she released me from the hungry kiss, she said, ""I'm so glad my sister ran off to be a good working girl, and missed her chance with you. She never lives life, she's too busy working.""
+Once again, my conscience reared up and screamed at me. Just as before, however, an excited woman, and the knowledge that none of this could be real overwhelmed it. Mara was already nude, and she pulled down on my pants even as she finished speaking. _I'd have to be some kind of huge idiot to pass this chance up._
+Mara stroked her hand over my now bared cock, letting out a purr. ""Oh, I like it nice and smooth like that. Most men don't understand how annoying all that hair down there is.""
+Slipping a hand between her legs, I caressed her baby smooth nether lips, slipping a finger between them, into the wet heat beyond. ""I like it too. You're so smooth -- not even a hint of a bump.""
+""I cheat, I use magic. Hair will never grow anywhere except on my head. I have other magic too. I can give you your strength back, and get that beautiful cock hard again only a few minutes after you've filled up my mouth, or my pussy."" Mara stroked me with short, quick pumps as she spoke.
+""I like the sound of that."" _There's a little common magic between healers and mages that they never mention in the games,_ I thought.
+Mara tugged my shirt up over my head, and then pulled me by the convenient handle of my manhood into the backstage area. She guided me over to a couch, and dropped to her knees simultaneously with my move to sit down. My ass had no more hit the cushions, than she leaned forward and swallowed my cock.
+Swallowed is the only word to describe what she did. In a single smooth motion, I slipped past her lips, and right into her throat. I gasped when I felt her throat squeeze around the tip of my cock. An instant later, her lips slid along my length back to the tip, and then she engulfed me again, her nose pressing up against the curly hairs above my shaft.  
+Mara's hair whipped as her head bobbed over me. She took me in completely each time, never giving the slightest hint of discomfort. She never slowed, or hesitated in the slightest. After a full night of teasing, it was only my surprise at her skill that staved off an explosion.
+It didn't last long, with her mouth caressing me so well. I gasped and grunted, my balls tightening. My conscience did win out this time, and I warned her just as I reached the point of no return. ""I'm about to come!""
+While I'm sure Mara heard me, she didn't acknowledge it. A pair of strokes from her hot mouth was all it took. When she felt the hot spurts of my cum burst into her throat, she held me there, sucking hard and swallowing. I just kept pulsing, sending my cream directly down her throat. She moaned around me as I stopped coming, letting me slip free of her mouth with a final, slow suck.
+I was still twitching, jerking, and oozing a few final drops of cum as Mara cast her spell. I let out a growling scream as the little bit of steel I'd lost surged back into me.
+The words of the spell must have still been echoing through the empty room when Mara turned, bent over, and guided my cock to her sex with practiced precision. An instant later, she sank down on me, and started to bounce on my cock.
+The thought that I should be worried about a woman who obviously was this practiced just sitting on my cock without protection flitted through my head. I dismissed it, just as I had the concern over Nara earlier. This wasn't real anyhow, and there were healers to take care of any inconvenient ailments Mara might have developed through promiscuity.
+It wasn't hard to put those thoughts out of my head, considering how good she felt wrapped around me, and the sexy sound of her voice talking dirty.
+""Yes! That cock feels so good. Does my pussy feel good?""
+""Oh, yeah,"" I grunted, reaching around to squeeze her breasts, running my fingers over her nipples as she continued to ride my cock.
+""Pinch my nipples!""
+Closing my fingers over the pebbled flesh, I squeezed her nipples. When she gasped out, ""Harder,"" a moment later, I pinched them hard, drawing a sexy growl from her.
+After a few more bounces of her tight ass, Mara stood up and turned around, putting her hands on the arm of the couch. I got up as soon as she turned, and I was back inside her almost from the moment her hands touched the couch.
+Mara thrust back hard into every stroke, clamping down with her intimate muscles to squeeze me like a vice. I gave her dancer's ass a little smack, and she moaned in response. Giving her another, slightly harder, whack on her other cheek drew a sharp, ""Yes!""
+A few spanks later, her ass was rosy red. Mara's head bumped off the couch back every time I pounded into her, and a near continuous scream echoed through the empty room, broken only by gasps and a few breathless cries of, ""Fuck me! Harder!""
+""Oh, yes, do it, Fuck me! Oh, oh, yes, yes, YES!"" The last word turned into a high-pitched squeal as Mara came. I was nearly there myself, and didn't relent in the slightest.
+Growling and gasping, Mara managed to spit out, ""Come inside me! Do it!""
+She got her wish before she even finished the statement. Burying my cock inside her, I erupted with a growl into her tight embrace. My fingers dug into her hips, even as hers fisted in the throw on the arm of the couch.
+""Oh, so hot,"" Mara moaned, bucking her hips back at me. I gasped, pulling her tight against me to stop her from moving. My eyes were already trying to roll up in my head from the strength of my orgasm, and her tight pussy sliding over me was threatening to take my legs out from under me. It didn't help much, because her muscles rhythmically clamped down on me, causing me to throb and twitch, which in turn caused her to contract again.
+We stood, trembling, trapped in the seemingly endless cycle for a while, before I jerked free and fell to the couch. Mara leaned down, hugging the couch arm, her ass still high in the air. Her juices and my cream ran down her thighs in a steadily lengthening stream.
+Mara stood with a gasp a minute or so later, gathering up the sticky trail running down her leg with her fingers, and bringing them to her lips. Once she finished sucking them clean, Mara started chanting. By now, I recognized the words and gestures well enough.
+""Oh boy,"" I muttered just before the magic activated and my drooping cock reversed course again.
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+The sunlight streaming through my room at the Inn awakened me long before I was ready. I'd only been in bed for a couple of hours after stumbling back on wobbly knees from the casino. My overworked cock stung when I tried to roll over, and that prompted me to drag my carcass out of bed.
+Grabbing a healing herb from my magical bag, I found that it not only stopped the stinging, it also woke me up. I'd planned on going straight back to bed, but after taking the herb, I felt like getting up and hitting the town again.
+Walking by Taloon's shop, I found him exiting, obviously armed for a journey. After a few minutes of conversation with him, he agreed to take me along on his trip. He was going out to whack a few monsters, in order to replenish his stock of broadswords cheap.
+I'd left my armor back at the inn, so I returned quickly to put it on. I was looking forward to seeing Taloon in action for real. I thought it would be fun to join with him in taunting the monsters, so I ran a few insults through my head as I strapped on my armor.
+ _I've seen better looking heads on a Demon Toadstool's warts!_
+Your mother was a Big Sloth, wasn't she?
+Blazeghost? You look more like a flatulence flame to me, buddy!
+Too bad there's no way to get this armor back on quickly, I bet Taloon never thought of mooning the critters to irritate them.
+I stepped out the front door of the inn, turning toward Taloon's with a chuckle. The mirth caught in my throat when I saw Nara and Mara walking toward me, however.
+Nara's eyes locked with mine, and she growled, ""There he is!""
+Mara started to gesture, and I muttered, ""Oh shit."" _So much for no consequences because it's a dream!_ Spinning, I took to my heels, headed for the edge of town.
+My armor repelled Mara's blaze spell, but I still caught a little whiff of burning hair. I wasn't going to take any chances. The sisters shouldn't have any truly powerful spells at this point in the game, but I didn't feel like risking Mara whipping off a Blazemost, or Nara casting one of her death spells.
+Running in armor -- even magical armor -- isn't fun. I was chafing in places I didn't know I had, long before I reached the edge of town. A quick glance over my shoulder revealed Nara and Mara still in hot pursuit.
+""Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."" I cursed. _That's what got you into this mess in the first place, dumbass!_
+Once outside, the terrain worked to my advantage. There were quite a few clumps of trees, and lots of hills and valleys. I ducked into a thicket and hunkered down under a bush. When the sisters ran past me a minute or two later, I breathed a sigh of relief.
+ _Okay, how do I get out of this?_ Digging through my bag, I found a wing of the wyvern. _Fuck, that won't work. The only town I've visited is Endor, and flying back there isn't going to do me any good._
+Dropping it back in the bag, I spotted another wing, this one designed somewhat different from the first. Pulling it out, I found the maker's mark from Leftwyne. _Dragon Quest two,_ I thought. _Those wings only take you back to the last place you've saved. I haven't been to the church here, so it won't take me there._
+""There he is!""
+I cursed again, looking at the magical wing, ""Please work,"" I prayed, and hurled it into the air.
+I flew up high into the air through the wing's power, dissolving into motes of light as I traveled.
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+When I reformed, I found I was in an open-roofed building filled with what looked like religious regalia. Instead of a roof, a magical shield glimmered on occasion overhead.
+Walking over to a window, I looked out and my eyes opened wide. I saw a pair of Silver Batboons and a Blizzard creeping through the snow-covered landscape.
+""Who are you,"" sounded a voice from behind me, ""The chosen ones have already gone to confront the darkness. You should not be here.""
+Turning back around, I groaned. The last place I'd saved in Dragon Quest two was the final sanctuary. I was in Rhone, surrounded by giants and hordes of monsters with instant death spells.
+Slapping my forehead, I said to the nun that had emerged from somewhere within the sanctuary, ""You got that right, Sister.""
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+ _Apologies to anyone who knows the characters, and hoped for a little touchy- feely action between Nara and Mara. The story just didn't work out that way in my head ;)_
+I hope you've enjoyed this little flight of fantasy into an 8-bit world. Won't you please take a moment to vote, and perhaps send a comment? Pretty please? *laugh*
+FallingToFly dreamed up a great idea for this chain, and this story was fun to write. Be sure to check out the rest of the Virtual Reality stories!
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+316,Virtual Reality,Sean Renaud,Chain Stories,2010-01-05,2013-10-20,2022-01-08 03:56:24,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/virtual-reality-left-4-dead,1. Sean ends up stuck in his game of a zombie apocalypse. 2. This time Sean stumbles into the Mushroom Kingdom,"['Left 4 Dead', 'Zombies']",4.23,"Sean smiled as he shut the door to his car and dashed up the driveway with his Gamespot bag. His newest purchase was going straight to work. After a drink or two. Actually it was too much work to pour drinks he just grabbed the entire bottle and set it beside him as he put the game in his Xbox 360 and turned the system on. ""Damn this game is great!"" Sean shouted as he started playing.
+""Get me out of here!"" Sean shouted, he wasn't normally claustrophobic but something about the closet just seemed to be closing in around him. It wasn't helping that it was completely pitch black in the room, there wasn't even a light creeping in from beneath the door. He couldn't even see his hands or tell with any certainty if his eyes were even open. The complete blackness combined with the sounds outside were slowly driving him into fits of terror. ""Help! I'm trapped!""
+Worse since waking in his tiny prison he couldn't figure out where he was or how he'd gotten there. The last thing he could remember with any clarity was picking up his reserved copy of Left 4 Dead 2 from the local Gamestop but he hadn't even gotten to play for some reason. His mind simply wouldn't given him a more recent memory, he was pretty sure he'd been drinking and gotten on the internet to check his mail but there was a haze over the memories that just wouldn't lift away. ""Please."" He whimpered.
+The darkness was enough to keep him freaked out and being locked up was even worse but what was truly beginning to terrify him were the sounds just outside the door and through the walls. There were screams and snarls that didn't sound like any person or animal he'd ever heard. There was gurgling noise and sometimes gibbering laughter would pass right the door never taking so much as a second to brush up against the wall. Once something had plodded through the room grunting, whatever it had been was so large the room had shook.
+Sean had done his best to search the tiny closet for something he could use to escape his prison but there hadn't been much of anything. At least nothing that he could use blind to MacGyver his way past the door. There were paint cans, at least he thought they were paint cans but they could have been giant coffee cans for all he could tell. There was a shotgun but not enough room to point it at the door. There wasn't even enough room to sit down without crossing his legs. ""Help!"" He had a three foot length of metal piping but not the room to swing it. He'd tried propping it against the wall and jumping on it and hit his head on the ceiling that was just high enough that he didn't need to stoop.
+""Why am I here?"" Sean was close to tears when the situation changed slightly and he heard something new. They screams were heading away from him but better than that was he could hear shouting, intelligible shouting, and gunfire. ""Help! Help!"" The gun screams, shouts and shots were over in just thirty seconds and then there was silence again. The silence was somehow more maddening than the gibbering had been only seconds before. It was over but it didn't sound like anybody had won, it sounded like somehow they'd killed each other, there was no gibbering, but there wasn't any shouting anymore either and no matter how hard he strained Sean didn't hear people walking either. ""Help."" He whispered so softly that he didn't even hear himself. He just slumped down in his tiny prison and whimpered.
+A gruff voice broke the silence, ""damnit, they got Bill. We got guns here.""
+It was a human being, someone had survived and it was a human being! For a moment Sean was so elated that he completely forgot to call for help. He just smiled. He was so relieved he could actually feel the tension flowing out of his body. ""Hey get me outta here!"" He shouted once more at the top of his lungs. When there wasn't an immediate response he shouted again.
+""Keep your panties on I'm comin."" The voice responded. The lights in the room suddenly clicked on and then the door swung open. ""How'd you end up trapped in there anyway?""
+""I don't know. Where am I?"" Sean was nearly blinded by the light and couldn't seem to blink it away.
+""Shit you got amnesia? Look as long as you know how to use that thing and you don't slow us down you can come with us."" The voice had nodded towards the shotgun Sean was clutching in one hand not that Sean saw anything more than a fuzzy outline move. ""We gotta go though; they'll find us pretty quick if we stay here.""
+""Another survivor?"" Sean managed to blink away the last of his light blindness in time to see a shapely young woman. She was wearing a pink coat over a black tee and tight blue jeans. If she wasn't covered in a crude mixture of blood and something Sean could only describe as ooze she would have been gorgeous and honestly she was still pretty. ""Man finding survivors trapped in closets, this is just like Zombie Wars, its nuts. I'm Zoey and this clichéd biker boy is Francis, don't laugh he will hit you and yes it is a terribly girly name for a six foot three tattooed biker in a leather vest. We have another guy with us; he's currently trying to find a way through this office building. We figure out best bet for getting out of here to get to the river and steal a boat.""
+""Survivor?"" Sean rumbled clearly confused but rather than answer Zoey took him by the hand and lead him to the window so he could see the bodies strewn all across the opening. ""Zombie apocalypse?"" Sean's shoulders slumped. He'd always known that this was going to happen one day. ""Fuck. So what's the plan?""
+""The plan young brother is to head through the rest of this building and keep heading east. I've been through Riverside before and I have a vague idea of where we can get a boat. I figure at the very least if we can get on the water these things won't be able to swim, and maybe we can find some place where these things haven't gotten. My name is Louis and you are?"" A black man wearing a white button shirt and black tie said. The top button was undone and the tie was loose and the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows. He looked like his car had broken down on the way home from work and he was just changing a tire.
+""Sean, I'm Sean Renaud and. . .""
+""He's got amnesia."" Francis cut in. ""Can we get going?""
+Louis led the way through the rest of the building stopping at the door and peaking out. ""How bad is it?"" Francis said chambering a round into his M16.
+""I've seen worse. On three?"" Louis responded. Zoey and Francis both nodded in response. ""Three!"" They all shouted and leapt out of the door way firing into a thick crowd of zombies. Sean's eyes lit up but he did dashed out but there was nothing close enough for a shotgun. The three of them were amazing, even after being in the military, and being a pretty good shot it was amazing to watch the three in action. Every time they pulled the trigger another zombie fell and they were running at nearly top speed the whole way.
+Then an in human scream tore through the night. Sean had heard that sound before when he was locked in the closet and it had filled him with dread then. Now out in the open it was louder and seemed to becoming from all directions at once. He saw something leap overhead and then it was a blur of claws trying to rip his face off. He only barely got the shotgun between himself and the zombie in time to keep his eyes intact. ""Help!"" Zoey was the one who saved him, shoulder checking the zombie and then firing from two pistols until it was dead.
+Sean couldn't help but stop to stare at it. When he was alive the man had been black, now he was an ashen brown color. He was wearing a black hooded sweater pulled tight around his desiccated face but the detail that really stood out about him was his hands. Somehow his fingers had already mostly rotted away leaving behind sharpened bone tips that he used like claws. ""C'mon lets go!"" Frances grabbed Sean by the back of the collar and sent him stumbling toward a bus that had crashed into a wall. ""Through here!"" It was a tight alley way but that actually made the shooting even easier.
+""I think I see a safe room up there, we just have to get over this fence."" Zoey shouted. Francis, Louis and Zoey suddenly ran up a flight of stairs but Sean leapt at the fence easily grabbing the top and pulling himself over. He heard someone coughing overhead and looked up just in time to see some kind of pink tentacle wrap around his neck and half way down his torso pinning his arms in place. He could barely breathe let alone call for help.
+The others had run into something because they were shouting and something was roaring. Then the building they'd gone was suddenly engulfed in flames. Sean watched in horror as three of them ran out of the building being chased by what could only be described as a Hulk. It looked more like a gorilla than anything remotely human, the muscles of its chest and shoulders were so overdeveloped that its head was difficult to pinpoint. Every time it swung its arms something went flying. Trash cans, dumpsters even it tore a huge chunk of the brick wall out and didn't even seemed to notice what it had done much less break stride.
+Sean's lungs were beginning to burn as the Hulk chased Zoey and the others back the way that they had came and out of sight. He stopped struggling almost entirely, it was pointless and worse it wasted what little air and energy he had left. Sean closed his eyes and hung limply knowing from when he'd wrestled his friends how long it might take for him to die.
+Things were starting to go dim around him when he heard a single round fired and he dropped to the pavement gasping for air. ""Here, let me help you up."" Zoey was already pulling Sean's arm over her shoulder and helping him back to his feet when Francis walked up and drove his fist into Sean's stomach. ""Francis!""
+""No he needs to hear this. Hey fuck stain. I don't know if you've noticed or not but there aren't a lot of us here. We can't go off by ourselves, you could have gotten killed. Truth is."" He grabbed Sean by the collar and slammed him against the fence. ""I don't give a shit if you die, but that thing back there, that Tank? If you'd been there with your shot gun it might not have gotten me, I think I broke a rib cus you went off by yourself. You understand? We stay together, the government, the military, hell even my old gang might have left us for dead but we don't do that to each other. The only way out of this hell hole is together."" Rattling the fence one last time Francis turned and ran into what looked like a panic room. It was probably a hold over from a bomb shelter complete with heavy steel door. Louis was already inside.
+""You know he's right."" Zoey said. ""Now let's get inside, we'll be safe.""
+The idea of being safe in a place that was overrun by zombies seemed laughable to Sean but he wasn't about to argue with them. Whoever had used, or had meant to use this place as a shelter had stocked it for every possibility. There sleeping bags, dried food, water, first aid kits, enough bullets to wage a war on a small country and best of all guns. Combat shotguns like the ones the SWAT teams used and M16s. Only the hunting rifle really looked out of place. For Sean the M16 was a little like going home. He actually missed the way it felt in his arms after getting out of the Marines a few years earlier.
+""We'll rest here; head out first thing in the morning. They're usually less of em during the day anyway. At any rate their easier to see."" Frances said putting his back against the smooth concrete wall and sliding down to his butt. Louis did the same in a separate corner. It was only Zoey who bothered undressing and sliding into one of the sleeping bags.
+Sean didn't mean to stare but he couldn't really help himself. She seemed larger than life the way she fought off the zombies. When she stripped down it was so obvious that she was so small. She had tiny feet and was only barely over six feet tall. Even though she was in her mid twenties she could easily have passed for a teen, especially with her hair up in that ponytail. ""You like what you see?"" Zoey teased leaning over slightly so he could get a better look at her ass.
+""Sorry, I didn't.""
+""It's okay; sometimes a girl likes to feel sexy. One of those times is when she's up to her eyeballs in guts and goo. Now get to sleep."" She crawled into her sleeping bag and was out almost instantly.
+Sean couldn't sleep a wink though. He spent the entire night dashing from door to the next staring through the grating for the things out there. Occasionally a zombie or two would come to the door and reach through the grating screaming. The others didn't even wake up, except for Francis who woke up twice and fired almost blind at the door putting a bullet through its head.
+""How can they sleep? What if one of those tentacle things comes and reaches through the door! Or what if one of those Hulks, I mean Tanks show up? It could rip the door of the hinges and kill us all before we even saw it coming."" Sean muttered.
+It was around three in the morning when Zoey woke up to use the bathroom and found Sean still vigilant at the door. ""You know that isn't going to help. You need sleep.""
+""But.""
+""No buts, you need to sleep. You don't know how long it will be before the next time you get a chance to sleep. Just like you need to eat, I see most of your portion is untouched. You have to keep your strength up or you'll fall behind and we can't wait."" Zoey wrapped an arm around Sean pulling him over to her sleeping bag. ""Look just be quiet, I can tell you're nervous and I know what always relaxes me.""
+Quietly she eased his pants down to his knees and his boxers along with them and wrapped her lips around his still flaccid cock. Her eyes moved up to his smiling slightly as she silently sucked him off. Her smiled widened as she felt his girth growing in her mouth until it reached its full eight inch length and she was forced to resort to stroking him off while taking about half of him on each down stroke. ""No moaning."" She whispered just after his first moan parted his lips. He managed to bite down on his lip just enough to keep any more sounds from escaping to wake the others.
+Zoey kept sucking for another five minutes before Sean started to tremble. The combination of his life having flashed before his eyes twice in the last twelve hours, combine with the risk of being caught combined with how sexy Zoey looked to bring him to an orgasm he didn't even know he was capable of nearly choking her on the massive load he shot down her throat. She sputtered slightly as a second and third blast landed against the back of her throat before he finally stopped.
+""Relaxed?"" Sean nodded, he nearly collapsed. Pulling his pants back up he dragged two of the sleeping bags, one for a pillow and the other for a blanket to a corner beneath one of the tables and passed out.
+Sean grumbled awake as several voices started talking around him. Most of the conversation was between Louis and Francis about the best way to get to the boats. ""What is it?"" Sean asked crawling out between them.
+""Look the river is just past those rows of houses. You can smell it from here. We can go around this way."" The two of them were pointing out points on a map that was built into one of the desks to keep it from being stolen. If we go around we'll be out in the open longer, if there is a Tank we'll see it coming, in fact we'll anything coming. Plus we'll be able to see more of the water when we get there."" Louis pointed out.
+Francis slammed his hand down on the map. ""Yeah sure, stay out side where we have to keep shooting until we're out of bullets and then I've got a pencil dick paper pusher, little college girl and a fuck stain at my back as we try to fight hand to hand."" He pointed at the map. ""This is the most direct way, we run across the street, find away through one of these yards or houses, and there is a boat house right fucking here. If there is a boat on this goddamned river it's at the boathouse. So that's the way we're going.""
+""Sorry Louis, I agree with Francis. The less time we're out in the open the better our chances are."" Zoey said looking at the map. ""What do you think Sean?""
+Sean paused for a moment looking the map over. ""Francis is right, and this house the third from the left is probably our best bet. At any rate it has a backyard that opens directly into that field and from there it's just a straight dash.""
+""Fuck stain ain't so stupid after all. So that's three to one. Let's get this shit on the road."" Francis said chambering a round into his newly acquired shotgun.
+""Allow me."" Sean said pushing past Francis to open the heavy steel door snapping up a 9mm on the way over. Kicking the door open sent a pair of zombies stumbling backwards and a three bullets center mass dropped each of them. ""Just cover me for a minute.""
+""Alright young brother show us what you got."" Sean moved to the garage door dropped to one knee and took aim at the closest zombie. One after another zombies collapsed as he one fired round after round their skulls clearing a reasonable path to the house. ""Hunter."" Louis said pointing out another of the screaming zombies leaping through the air. It was midair when Sean fired his round spinning the corpse. A second shot when it hit the ground finished it off.
+""Let's go."" This time Sean was with them sprinting and shooting. He wasn't nearly as good as any of them, firing while running meant firing from the hip for him and that meant point and shoot not aim and shoot. He could hardly fire his handgun accurately one handed so he only bothered twice but they made it to the house almost easily.
+The house was empty but there was a girl wailing just out on the backyard. ""Another survivor!"" Sean shouted and started towards the back door. Just before he could swing it open the door Louis grabbed him by the shoulder and yanked him back.
+""That's no survivor that's a witch."" The wailing changed to an angry growling. ""And she's pissed. We can sneak past her, just wait and turn off your flashlights."" After a few seconds the growling stopped and returned to wailing. Zoey went first silently inching the door open and creeping past the woman on the porch and well out into yard. Sean went next only risking a quick look at the nude anorexic looking woman. He could almost hear what she was saying. Something about how she didn't want to be a monster and she'd killed her family but couldn't help it. Francis was next motioning angrily for Sean to get farther away.
+Sean was already at the fence crouched down and preparing to start killing the scattered zombies in the yard when he heard a sort of gurgling noise behind him. Turning his head he saw a fat zombie charging out of doorway right about to attack Louis. For something that ridiculously bloated it was startling how quickly it was moving. Reflexes took over and Sean spun in place drawing taking aim at its head. Just before he pulled the trigger it spit up all over Louis, then when Sean's bullet impacted everything from the waist up exploded covering both Louis and Francis in the goop.
+Down in the open field in front of them it was like someone had rang the dinner bell. Zombies seemed to have been running out of the trees and it was all Sean could do to keep shooting them as fast as he could. ""Frag out!"" Zoey shouted throwing some beeping thing out into the field drawing off a large chunk of the zombies before exploding. Sean couldn't even reload fast enough to deal with the flood charging at him. After waiting as long as he could he ducked out of the way hoping to get at least a few of them before he was overwhelmed but they ran right past him to get at Louis and Francis. It didn't make sense but at the moment he didn't care.
+Out of ammo he tossed slung the M16 and picked up a crowbar and started wading through the mass of zombies. It was surprisingly easy, their diseased flesh offered little resistance and their bones were so brittle that the crowbar was almost more effective than the guns had been, just far more exhausting. It took nearly a minute to kill the last of them. ""Damn I want this fucker at my back. Did you see that shit Louis he just beat the shit out of em with a goddamn crowbar. Still let's get the hell outta here right goddamn now.""  
+The four of them ran across the open field and from there to a small two story building right against the lake. Sean didn't even bother looking for anything in the house, there was only one thing he wanted and as soon as he got to the back door he saw that it wasn't there. ""No fucking boat."" Sean grumbled.
+""No boat?"" Zoey responded equally despondent. ""Where to now?""
+""Hello, hello? Is there anybody there?"" A tiny static filled voice called from someplace in the house. ""Can anybody hear me? This is John and Amanda Slater we are on our way to Marine Corps Extraction point Delta. If you have guns and ammunition we can pick you up. Is anybody there?""
+Sean followed the voice until he found and old style radio. It didn't matter at the moment how absurd the placement of this was, he wasn't questioning that do gooders were leaving radios behind, after all he was going to leave this one behind too. ""This is Sean Renaud. I have three survivors, we are all armed. If you head out now things look pretty clear.""
+""Okay we're heading out now. It will take us approximately ten minutes to get to your location."" There was an audible click as John set his radio off.
+As soon as Sean sat down the microphone he heard a foghorn go off and it was answered by what must have been several hundred screams. ""That stupid son of a bitch."" Sean grumbled.
+""We're making a stand here!"" Francis roared just pick a spot and don't stop killing till that fucking boat gets us!""
+""We got some kind of machine gun up here but I don't know how to use it. If only we had Bill."" Louis lamented.
+""Hey I might not have seen action like Bill but I'm a Marine, which makes me better than the army. Let me look at it. Sean shouted running towards Louis. ""Damn it's a GAU-17. It'll do but if this thing jams I got nothing. I worked on one of these in school like eight years ago and I hated the damned thing then, there is less than no chance that I can fix this in the middle of a fight. To bad we didn't get an XM-218. That's a thing of beauty, less bullet per second than this thing but bigger bullets and more importantly more reliable.""
+""Less talking more shooting Fucker."" Francis shouted slapping Sean on the shoulder as the first wave started running over the hills. It looked like a real wave, just hundreds of them charging in a tight group with stragglers behind them. Sean focused on taking out the thickest packets of them. He didn't bother to aim even at the Hunters or the ones with the tentacles or the fat ones. There were three others backing him who could take out specific targets, his only job was to keep the masses back. ""Goddamn it."" Francis grunted pointing towards a nearby patch of trees.
+For a moment Sean didn't even see what Francis was pointing at. All he saw were trees being knocked over and broken logs flying through the air. It was interesting but he had a job to focus on and that was the herds of zombies racing to see who got first dibs on his liver. ""Taaaaaaaaaaaaaank!"" Sean shouted when the facts all congealed in his mind. He tried to swivel his gun to face it but brackets set wouldn't turn that far. If it had been a weapon he was more familiar with he could easily have turned it but he didn't understand most of what he was looking at. ""Goddamnit. If you've got one of those zombie magnet bombs use it!""
+""What are you gonna do?"" Zoey asked a hint of genuine concern in her voice.
+Sean smiled and snatched Francis's shotgun. ""He's gonna get on the minigun and keep you safe. Me I'm about to hero up."" Sean didn't stick around to negotiate because somehow he'd come to an epiphany and this was just something he had to do. The first part was that he was drunk, high or dreaming and nothing he did here would matter anyway. The second was that if he wasn't then the most important thing he could do was make sure they got to the boat and that meant stopping the Hulk, Tank, whatever.
+Sean charged down the steps taking them two at a time until he was out in the field and Francis was firing just over his head at the zombies who were oddly enough seeming to thin out as the Tank drew closer. Charging this thing was utter insanity and Sean knew it but it didn't stop him from rushing towards it firing rounds from his pistol until he was close enough to use the shotgun and then that became his weapon of choice. ""Die you big motherfucker!""
+Instead of falling to its knees like Sean wished it swung one of its barrel like arms and sent a boulder hurdling towards him that only narrowly missed ending him. It followed that by digging its hands into the dirt and pulling up a giant dirt clod and hurling it towards Sean who again narrowly avoided being crushed. Face to face with the brute Sean threw his shotgun aside and hefted the crowbar with both hands neatly ducking beneath a wild swing and slicing with his crowbar. He'd hoped the Tank would be like the other zombies and rip like rice paper but the thick muscles of its stomach didn't give as much as he'd hoped.
+The Tank grunted as it officially took notice of its opponent and tried to spin to face it. Sean had already decided that speed was his only hope and started ducking and darting around the trees forcing the tank to knock them down or go around while slashing with his crowbar every chance he got. The Tank roared in frustration as its tiny opponent ducked and dodged around it and slowly the wounds started adding up and slowing the monster.
+Sean started growing confident that he was going to be okay here and slipped into the Tank's reach and slashed it again and again. The beast was clearly starting to slow down when it roared angrily and rushed towards Sean simply bowling him over with its shoulder. Once Sean was off his feet it locked its massive hand around his torso and started slamming him against the earth shattering two ribs with the first blow and bruising a few more.
+Blood and screams erupted from Sean's mouth as he felt his life passing before his eyes once more. He knew that the next blow was going to be the one that finished him but the tank didn't bother to lift him a third time. It was bleeding badly from all of the cuts Sean had given it. Instead it lifted another fist, easily the size of Sean's torso and aimed it for his skull. Sean surrendered letting his head fall slack and by chance spotted his shotgun just within reach.
+Faster than he thought he could move Sean snatched his shotgun in one hand and pressed the barrel directly against the Tank's jaw and pulled the trigger. After that epic struggle all it took was one bullet to the skull to end the conflict. The top of the Tank's skull exploded and the rest collapsed. Sean pushed the Tank's massive hand off him and got back to his feet in time to see a boat docking at a tiny pier.
+""Run."" He hissed at himself trying to will his aching muscles to carry him the rest of the way. ""Run!"" He growled more insistently but his body still refused to do more than limp and that wasn't going to get him more than half way with the new wave of zombies screaming for his intestines. ""Run!"" He shouted at himself but self motivation wasn't enough and he was going to die here.
+""RUN!"" This time the voice wasn't his though it was Zoey who at the same time slapped a pill bottle against his chest. ""Take em!""
+Sean had always hated pills but this wasn't the time to stop and measure. He upended the bottle swallowing several pills at once and instantly he could feel them. More accurately he couldn't feel anything as his entire body went partially numb and suddenly he was running at full speed and the shotgun didn't feel heavy any longer.
+He leapt onto the boat with a smile and glanced around. ""Where's Francis?"" Louis didn't speak but the way his head sank was enough of an answer for Sean. The boat pulled away from the pier. ""I'm sorry.""
+""It wasn't your fault you saved us all."" Zoey said pulling Sean below decks. ""And you know you deserve a reward."" She started stripping down. Sean smiled and closed his eyes.
+Then he opened them and found himself on a familiar black leather couch with the credits for Left 4 Dead playing and a bottle of vodka on its side a few feet away.
+
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+317,Virtual Reality,deathlynx,Chain Stories,2007-02-26,2014-02-27,2022-01-08 03:56:29,10,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/virtual-reality-xenosaga,1. Man finds himself trapped within a sci-fi nightmare. 2. Lynx discovers there are Adult rules to Pokemon battles. 3. Lynx seeks out the Eterna City Gym for more fun. 4. Lynx encounters Team Galactic in Eterna Forrest. 5. An old friend returns for a rematch! 6. Lynx participates in a pokemon contest. 7. Lynx helps Officer Jenny out of a jam. 8. Swimmer Julia learns about adult rules. 9. Lynx interrupts lunch at the Hearthome City Gym. 10. Winner take all in the Champion Battle,"['Blowjob', 'Drawn-Out Deepthroat', 'Fanfiction', 'Pokemon', 'Pokemon Battles']",4.61,"_Disclaimer: this story is a work of fiction based on the characters in the video game: Xenosaga. I make no claims of ownership towards these characters, only the twisted things they do in this story belong to me. If you find this story on any site except Literotica, it has been stolen from me, I would appreciate you letting me know! Enjoy the story, and remember: Feedback is crack for writers!_
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+Sharp lights reflected off some bit of swaying metal, flashing into his closed eyes.
+James awoke to firecrackers bursting overhead. Startled from sleep by the rapid concussions, he failed to recognize his surroundings. His body prepared itself for any threat as adrenalin primed his system. The room didn't look familiar but he refused to dwell on that until a proper threat assessment had been made. He threw himself from the hard, almost industrial, bed and bolted to the door. The noise hadn't truly been in the room with him, but rather invoked a memory from college. Had it even been real? As the metallic door retreated into the wall he knew he had never been here before, wherever 'here' was.
+The rapid, popping, explosions intensified as the door slid open. He knew, now, that he heard gunfire, not the controlled explosions of firecrackers. The hallway, to which the portal led, was covered entirely in a white plastic, or perhaps fiberglass. There were no right angles in the architecture, all had been rounded smooth, giving the place an almost clinically safe feel. The strange decor, complete with keypads by each of the many doors along the corridor, reminded James of any of a number of science-fiction movies or shows he'd watched over the years. Always one of his favorite genres, he appreciated the feel of the strange place.
+The gunfire was almost to him now. He watched the bend in the hall, the direction which the sounds came from, and waited to see who would round the corner. _I don't know enough to get involved. How would I know if I'm accidentally helping criminals escape or something?_ He considered hiding in the room until the fight had passed him by, but his inherent curiosity was too great. He had to witness the fight. All the while he told himself he might be able to identify the just side and lend his assistance.
+Two men backed around the corner, firing as they moved. It was an obvious retreat. The two lay down cover-fire as another two men raced around the corner to take up kneeling positions a few doors away from James. Their guns snapped to position the moment the two at the turn dropped theirs to their sides and took off. As they ran towards him, James noticed their uniforms. All four wore the same grey, one-piece outfit which, together with their identical rifles, identified them as security guards.
+At that moment James learned, conclusively, which side he was on. A few feet before the running guards reached their prepared comrades, something flew out of the wall, sweeping through one of them. The guard died instantly as the ghost-like creature passed through him, as it had the wall. The other running guard skidded to a stop with a scream of primal terror. James could relate, the thing floating in the middle of the corridor simply didn't _feel_ natural and its effect on human physiology was quite apparent. One of the kneeling men fell backwards and began firing wildly in fear. The final guard maintained his composure and simply began shooting with precision, avoiding any target that might hit his fellows.
+James, frozen in shock, watched as the bullets passed right through the creature without impediment. Fortunately the random shots from the panicked guard failed to come anywhere near his screaming coworker. Most of these shots hit the walls and ceiling, without ever reaching the hulking beast, although those that did had as little effect as the precise shots of his companion.
+The monster, although thoroughly translucent, reminded James of a giant gorilla. It's back hunched forward as it leaned on two massive front limbs. The back legs, equally powerful, were shorter and remained bent at the knee. One of its arms lifted. A single swipe passed through the frozen guard and silenced his screams forever. The remaining two guards began a slow retreat as they fired. The beast turned and James managed his first clear look at it. The head wasn't simian in the slightest. In fact, he recognized it but the exact memory refused to come. The wide lower jaw, slung under a much smaller skull and sporting two tusks, didn't come from any creature on Earth.
+James knew he was dreaming.
+Another swipe and the goliath's arm passed through not only the collected guard but the wall next to him. That broke the nerve of the final guard who turned and began to run. The still-raised arm came crashing down. It only managed to catch the heel of the poor man, but that was enough. The guard collapsed, as lifeless as the rest, and momentum tore his gun from weak hands and flung it the last few meters to James' feet.
+Acting on instinct, James picked up the gun and fired at it. He knew it was fruitless ~he'd witnessed it not moments before~ but he needed to try to fight this killer. After two shots reason regained control of his body and allowed him to flee. A quick glance over his shoulder showed the creature galloping along behind him. It felt strange to see something that big moving so ponderously and to hear no sound coming from it. The distance between the two grew as moving through solid objects seemed to slow the monster, it's lumbering gate often causing one shoulder then the next to shift into a wall.
+James was looking back, judging his lead, when he tripped over garbage and scattered it across the intersection he'd reached. He heard light footsteps. A hand slid under his arm, even as he tried to rise, and tugged pointlessly. At slightly over a hundred kilograms, his weight was far more than the hand could move. As he stood, he looked over at his rescuer. He noticed her glasses first, inches from his face, covering expressive green pools. Next he noticed her smooth, round, face. Her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed in concern.
+A quick look over his shoulder and he was running once more, the giant nearly catching him. The woman was already in motion, far ahead of him. She turned another corner, he followed, and watched as she dove through a small door. He didn't know what use it would be but he pursued. The door slid shut behind him as he lay on the ground, panting for breath. She sat with her back against some sort of control console and watched the window, invisible from the hallway, on the wall with the door. James rolled onto his back in order to watch as the beast came through the wall. To his amazement he saw the thing lumber past, continuing down the hallway after its elusive prey.
+James rolled onto his knees, he tried to catch his breath as he looked over his rescuer. She was a slight woman, with small breasts and hips. For all of her lack of strength she wasn't even breathing heavily. She wore a single piece outfit with long sleeves and legs that continued into her black boots. The outfit was the same grey as the guards, except her's had yellow and brown stripes running from each shoulder, down the front and back, to her ankles. Her waist was belted, with a buckle that very much reminded him of a seatbelt.
+He couldn't believe he had to be saved by a woman this pretty. She wasn't beautiful or gorgeous, simply attractive, in that girl-next-door or librarian sort of way. Now he had gone and embarrassed himself thoroughly in front of her. ""Thank you."" She was as frustratingly familiar as the beast had been. He had seen all of this before. Of course, he would be dreaming of something he had seen before.
+""Have you seen anyone else?"" She had a beautiful, mezzo-soprano voice. So enchanted was he by it that she had to repeat herself before her words registered.
+""Uh, yeah. There were four guards in the hallway, but they were killed by that thing.""
+She nodded. ""They tried shooting it. I heard the guns. Guns won't hurt it. I have a tool here that's been upgraded into a weapon. It might be able to do a little damage but the best thing is to run, and hope we make it to the lab.""
+""What _was_ that thing?""
+""No one's really sure. The Gnosis just sort of appeared one day and began terrorizing world after world."" That name sounded incredibly familiar. He knew the answer was just out of reach, but still so frustratingly close. The woman extended her hand. ""My name's Shion.""
+Xenosaga! Of course everything looked familiar. He'd been re-playing the game only a day or so before. He reached out and shook Shion's hand. ""I'm James. It's great to meet you Shion. Where's Ziggy and Momo? Chaos and Jr.?"" He looked around. ""Or even Kos-Mos""
+Through the list of names she became more and more confused, until he reached Kos-Mos. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. ""I don't know who any of the others are, but where did you hear that last name?""
+ _Stupid! If guns aren't working on the Gnosis that must mean I'm at the beginning of the game, before she's gotten to Kos-Mos and solidified the Gnosis. And long before any of the other characters appear._ ""I'm part of an organization monitoring all classified projects, such as Kos-Mos."" It was a lie, of course, but how does one explain the truth? _'I'm dreaming and you're nothing more than a character from a video game I've beaten.'_ Even in a dream, no one would tend to believe that.
+Shion didn't look convinced, but neither did she object. ""Well, if you know about Kos-Mos, I was hoping that together everyone at the lab would be able to help figure something out. Otherwise we need to grab Kos-Mos and run.""
+""We'll be able to do better than that."" Shion looked at James suspiciously. ""Kos-Mos has a system that will allow corporeal attacks to effect the Gnosis. Not only will the guns be able to effect them, but it will greatly increase the effect your blaster has on them."" He could tell she didn't believe him. ""Trust me.""
+She nodded. James knew the lab was going to be more than she bargained for. Unfortunately, if he tried to warn her she wouldn't believe him, and once they discovered the wasteland she would likely turn on him, in her grief. Dream or not, James couldn't bring himself to let her get mad at him for things beyond his control. Now that he remembered the layout, albeit from a new perspective, he was able to keep up with Shion as they raced down hallways. Numerous times they had to dodge aside, over even backtrack, in order to avoid the marauding spirit beasts. James was, once again, out of breath by the time they reached the lab. Grateful, he used it as an excuse to stay in the hallway, leaning heavily against the wall, while she went in and 'whipped the technicians into shape.'
+A minute later James was composed once more. As quietly as possible, he entered the lab. The place was empty, save the soft weeping coming from the other end of the room. He circled the perimeter, dodged the few scattered bodies of security guards, and hoped he was wrong. Finally he moved around the large, egg-shaped, capsule in the center of the room and saw her. Shion was sitting at the top of the stairs, facing the suspension capsule, with her arms around her legs and face in her knees. She was crying.
+James moved quietly and sat down next to her on the stairs. He'd never been able to stand seeing a woman in pain. ""I'm sure some of them survived."" He put an arm around her shoulders. She flinched initially, he started to retreat but she collapsed against his chest, burying her face in his side as she cried. He let her cry, holding her lightly. He knew the story, far better than she did, in fact. Her world was crumbling.
+Finally her tears slowed, then ceased. ""What can I do now?""
+James smiled kindly, having known the answer all along. ""It is time to wake her."" Shion looked confused, but he nodded towards the capsule and her eyes widened. ""I know what happened last time, but it will not happen again.""
+Again her eye's narrowed. James knew far more than anyone should know about the project, especially when it touched so cruelly on her own pervious loss. Shion relaxed and nodded. She would never understand how he knew so much but she seemed to be coming to accept it. Together they moved around the room, preparing to wake the android. He needed instructions a number of times, a fact that relaxed the Project Director considerably. The controls that were nothing more than decorative squares on the TV screen had function here. For Shion, this helped to confirm that he was some form of hidden administrator rather than well briefed spy.
+After a few minutes of preparation the hatch lifted and Kos-Mos pulled herself free. The helmet and futuristic attire did little to hide her shapely form. Like Shion she had smallish breasts and hips, however her armor seemed to float about her, enlarging her hips and accenting the bluish metal plates covering her stomach. James stood close to the nervous Shion, knowing she would remember the last time Kos-Mos had awoken. A time when the android had killed every member of the design team. Only Shion had survived when, unfortunately, her lover had not.
+Kos-Mos cocked her helmeted head to one side, regarding the two before her. James took the lead. ""Kos-Mos, we need to get to the hanger and evacuate. There are enemy Gnosis everywhere between here and there.""
+""Understood."" She immediately began for the door. ""Follow me.""
+James waved Shion ahead of him. It was more than a gesture of chivalry, it placed her between Kos-Mos and himself. While he didn't have much confidence in his ability to defeat the Gnosis if they attacked from the rear, at least he would suffer the attack rather than she. As he walked he realized another benefit. There was a very enticing sway in Shion's hips as she walked. While some of his friends lusted after Kos-Mos, James had always been partial to Shion as a character. She was the more interesting, and certainly more realistic, of the two. As he walked behind her, his body reacted to how real the dream seemed.
+Concentrating on her endowments, he never noticed the Gnosis coming up the side passage. It struck after the women had passed, smacking at James and throwing him heavily into the far wall. As he stood, groggy, he realized Kos- Mos' field must be active. The Gnosis was corporeal, dealing quite painful physical damage rather than the instant death he had seen earlier. The monster was hovering over one of the women so he charged, instinct drove him to protect 'the fairer sex.'
+Kos-Mos caught his charge, one hand grasping the scruff of his neck, and spun him out of her way. With a few precise attacks, aided by a shot from Shion's arm-mounted gun, the beast fell. James tugged slightly at the hand gripping his shirt. The android suddenly released him, as if she had forgotten the human she had kept from charging to certain death. His head hung in shame. He shuffled along after the other two for another few corridors before he realized the truth. _Of course they could beat it. Right now I am useless since I haven't given myself a proper weapon!_
+Moments after the realization struck, so did another Gnosis. Unfortunately, two collisions with bulkheads was rather more than James' head could bear. The world went black.
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+It was the strangest dream he'd ever had. Dreams were supposed to offer insight into one's psyche; worries and desires. Whatever his mind had been trying to tell him, James had failed completely to understand. He thought about watching Shion walk and his body began to respond once more. He chuckled silently as he crept from unconsciousness. _Maybe it was simply working its way towards a decent wet dream._ Unfortunately, his subconscious wouldn't let him have that little moment of peace, waking him with an obvious reference to his super-ego, or maybe it was his id.
+""Why does his body change shape like that?"" Only an act of sheer, panicked, will kept his eyes from flying open at the sound of the woman's deep, monotone voice. He was still dreaming, for that was most certainly Kos-Mos asking the question. He fought to keep his breathing even as he listened for the reply in mixed amusement and embarrassment.
+""Well,"" Shion sounded as embarrassed as he felt, ""it's complicated."" James heard someone shuffling around. Given the soft sounds he assumed it was Shion. ""You see, that part of the anatomy is related to reproduction. When a male, uh, is interested he expands like that."" James kept himself from smiling at the explanation.
+""So the male has come into heat?"" If James thought it was hard to keep from smiling before, now it was all he could do not to burst out laughing.
+""I, uh, well...Human's don't have mating seasons like other animals. We're always able to mate. We've even evolved to be able to enjoy it more than most animals, as a means to entice population. Actually we're the only species in which the female can enjoy it as much as the male does.""
+""So he wishes to copulate with you?""
+Knowing Shion's character, James could imagine her blushing bright red at that moment. When she finally spoke it was not embarrassment, but sorrow, in her voice. ""Actually, it's more likely he's dreaming of copulating with you.""
+There was a short pause. James was interested in the conversation, especially since his body showed no signs of relinquishing the erection. He shifted, still feigning sleep, so he could open his eyes discreetly in order to view their reactions. Finally it was the huskier voice of Kos-Mos which broke the silence. ""Am I capable of procreating? Would I enjoy it too?""
+Shion smiled, although there were still traces of sadness at the corners of her mouth and eyes. ""You cannot have a child, but you could have sex. You should even be able to enjoy it, after all, you're capable of feeling in every sense of the word.""
+Kos-Mos turned a thoughtful expression towards him. He hoped she couldn't tell he was awake. Would someone in a dream even show signs of being awake? He hoped fervently that his mind had no need to allow Kos-Mos to detect his altered brain-waves, or some other such quasi-scientific explanation, that would allow her to realize his consciousness. ""I wish to experience it.""
+Strangely, panic jumped into Shion's eyes. ""No! You really shouldn't. I mean, uh, he's asleep.""
+""Then I wish to have sex with you."" James nearly choked. He considered pretending to wake up. Unfortunately, he was fairly sure Kos-Mos would return her intent to him and he didn't really want to explain that he wasn't as interested in her. After all, she could rip him apart if she got angry. However, he also didn't really feel comfortable around the conversation any longer.
+The decision was taken from him as Kos-Mos turned and placed her hands roughly on Shion's breasts. ""Ouch!"" The android flinched back in response. Shion sighed. ""You're serious about this aren't you?"" Kos-Mos nodded causing Shion to sigh more deeply. Her hands came up to grip Kos-Mos' wrists. ""You never grab someone for sex if they have not asked for it, or at least acceded to it. Not only is it morally wrong, but it is illegal."" Kos-Mos nodded showing she understood the rule.
+Shion breathed in, to steady herself, then released Kos-Mos' wrists. ""Alright, then the first thing you need to know is to only touch lightly. Start at, say, five grams pressure."" The hands awkwardly returned to Shion's breasts. Shion shuddered slightly as Kos-Mos began to massage. ""Wow! That-that's, uh, very good. Now, if the person asks, or if it doesn't seem to be having any effect, Oh! you can increase pressure by about five grams per increment-oh-AH!.""
+James couldn't see exactly what Kos-Mos was doing with her hands, but he'd never seen any woman so affected by simply playing with her breasts. ""I have noticed strange sensations as my armor pressed against my body. I experimented to induce and identify the feelings."" It was almost as if Kos-Mos were answering his very thoughts, but of course she was. This would be his mind's way of explaining why women found men so useless. ""Do you enjoy this?""  
+"" _GOD_ yes. But you really need to stop!"" She paused for breath as Kos-Mos complied. ""As good as I'm _sure_ you can make me feel, there are simply some things you can't do for me.""
+Kos-Mos dropped her hands to her sides and looked at the other woman in confusion. ""I do not understand.""
+Shion's attention shifted to James once more, her hand moving forward to point at him. ""Women don't grow like that. We don't have the...equipment. Instead, we get, uh, wet. So men can slide in better.""
+""So you wish him to slide his growth in you?"" The innocence of the question was almost as touching as it was hilarious.
+""God, yes."" Shion had answered in a low growl. Blood rushed to the already engorged organ in response to both the tone and the woman. She continued in a more dejected tone, ""but he likely wants you. I couldn't stand doing something right now if I couldn't finish by feeling him, someone, any guy, inside me."" Her eyes held a hunger James knew well. Although the game never went into details, Shion tended towards solitude, distancing herself from everyone. It was a defense mechanism he could relate to. Unfortunately it made certain needs much harder to fulfill.
+""So if he was awake you would want to feel him inside of you?"" Shion nodded enthusiastically. ""But you think he would rather be inside me?"" Another, much more dejected, nod. To James' horror Kos-Mos turned to regard him. ""Which will you put it in?""
+Shion gasped as she realized his duplicity. She started to get up, to run from the room, but he reached her before she made it to the door. He slid in front of her, holding her shoulders lightly before shifting a hand to her chin in order to get her to look him in the eyes. ""I'm so sorry. I woke up and you were discussing, well, something embarrassing, so I didn't want to make it worse. Then you and she, well, I certainly couldn't wake up in the middle of _that_."" Round eyes met his, conveying her conflicted embarrassment and pain and failing to hide the naked desire. He stared back through her glasses, at her soft eyes, pouring every ounce of his sincerity into his expression. ""I'm sorry.""
+They stood there, staring into each other's eyes, slowly the pain of his deception faded. Her hands came to rest on his biceps. ""I understand. Apology accepted."" She paused, building up the nerve to ask her next question. ""How much did you..."" She couldn't bear to finish it. His hands moved to a more comfortable position on either side of her waist, just above her strong, thin, hips. He knew what she was going to say, but failed to answer the unasked. The two were staring longingly at each other, enjoying, simply, being close.
+""He has grown another three cubic centimeters in the last minute. Does that imply he desires to put it in you?""
+Shion's eyes flew wide as she spun to stare at Kos-Mos. James' cheeks heated in shame that he had been unable to hide his growth, even from such skilled perceptions as the android had. He been careful to keep Shion from seeing him, or worse feeling it press against her. Unfortunately his skills at deception could not refute detectable data.
+Shion's round eyes softened and returned to James. ""She's right, isn't she?"" There was a hopeful, almost pleading, quality to her voice. Still flushed, he nodded his agreement. Her hands slid down his arms to rest on his hips. All at once her hands balled, pulling tight the fabric of his jeans, as she pulled herself roughly to him. Her head tilted back and she stood on her toes in an effort to bring her height, slightly over a meter and a half, closer to his, of just under two meters.
+James was shocked by the urgency as his lips met hers. More surprised, however, was he by the strength with which she ground her hips against his, and incited the burning need he had desperately tried to ignore. As his organ was crushed between their bodies it strained against all boundaries, of fabric and flesh. She felt the fresh response and rolled her hips forward to rub against him. These kind of dreams never ceased to frustrate him, but somehow the intensity and need in her kiss banished all of those thoughts.
+He barely noticed when her hips flew away from his but he knew, moments later, when she began to tear at the buckle of his belt. Her lips betrayed the retreat of her reason as clearly as her inability to work such a simple clasp. He knew, from the storyline, how long it had been since she'd been with a man, but the knowledge was less telling than the pulsing heat flowing from her heaving breasts. He felt her desire clearly, even through the dual layers of their clothing.
+Then the belt was free and the button and zipper were only a slight hindrance to her endorphin infused muscles. A single tug freed them both, instantly forgotten as Shion released the pants to gravity's embrace. With only the tight, cottony fabric of his boxer-briefs and her jumpsuit between them, she pressed against him once more. This time he felt her with agonizing clarity as she rubbed forward and back along the length of his extended bulge. Despite his own lust shrouded mind, he realized that she wore no underwear beneath the form fitting suit, as he felt her engorged lust scrape along the length of his shaft, sending thrilling jolts throughout both of their bodies.
+The animal need that had consumed Shion rapidly transferred itself to James. As she dragged across the top of his length, she heightened her own pleasure far more quickly than his. She moaned as her hips rolled forward. On her retreat she bit at his lip, a primal desire to consume and engulf him mirrored in her actions. She growled and began tugging at her suit, peeling it quickly off. His eyes had remained closed in order to appreciate the sensations rocketing through his body, now they inched open to watch her reveal herself to him.
+In the game's sequel there was an accessory which turned her outfit into a two piece bathing suit. Pixels and graphics could never do this lithe form justice. He witnessed her breasts spring from the supportive fabric. The soaked material clung to her cleft, before snapping free as she stomped out of the legs. Her skin was smooth and pale with just the slightest tint of pink. Her areola, only about three centimeters across, were a much darker pink and firm nipples sprang from the center of each. Her nether-hair was shaved almost completely smooth, leaving only a very well groomed stip slightly above her pulsing mound. His hands naturally shifted from her waist to her bare side and the back of her head as the outfit moved to pass her hips. He exalted that her silken skin was as soft and supple as its apparent perfection insisted it should be. The long brown hair cascaded between his fingers and whispered against his bare arm.
+She was already grasping at his shirt and in moments their kiss finally broke as she pulled back to clear his now raised arms and head. She was halfway finished when she stopped, the shirt caught at his neck. A twist of her hands and suddenly his arms and head were trapped in the encompassing material. She adjusted her hands to grip both James' shirt and crossed arms, insuring his captivity. Her weight shifted as she jumped, her knees clung to his hips as she pressed her body against his chest and held herself aloft. The sudden weight threw him off balance and he fell backward heavily to land, to his utter surprise, on the bed. Somehow the two had moved across the room as they kissed.
+""Kos-Mos,"" James gasped as Shion said the name and reminded him of their audience, ""remove those for me please?"" The whole command came out as little more than a growl, inches from the fabric covering his face. He gasped as teeth began to nip playfully, hungrily, at his neck. He was moaning, his member pulsing in time with each bite, as soft hands carefully removed the last impediment; his boxer-briefs.
+Shion never looked back but continued to nip and suck a trail down his body, to the nipple ring piercing his left breast, as she shifted her weight backwards. The tip of his head felt her hot, slick, lust at the same time her lips reached the foreign metal. Her teeth scraped at the tender flesh around his nipple and forced a loud moan from him. Blood surged into his member and pressed it between inflamed folds. She gasped into his chest and bit at his nipple. He groaned.
+Her hips dropped.
+The world, darkened by the shroud of his shirt, lurched into motion as she forced herself to his base. She gasped, a slight squeal of pain escaping her as her haste spread underused muscles far wider than she expected. Instinct drove her away from the amazing sensations racing along her flesh and pulled her up the length of his shaft. As the pulsing, hard, form rubbed against the tender depths of her core, her entire body shook from the continuous electricity. Muscles clenched within her in a vain attempt to pull, and hold, the intruder deep.
+She was tighter than he expected and even the copious lubrication she released couldn't ease the pain from the initial thrust. Her body began to pump forward and back and he released a wordless scream of pleasure. He could feel, through her body and reactions, that Shion was close to cumming. Moments later she froze as her body tried to end the excess. His heels dug into the bed as his feet spread wide. Forward thrust his hips.
+Shion screamed her complete release as James buried his member all the way inside her already quivering temple. He felt the ripple of her muscles as she released herself completely to the unbearable ecstasy crashing over her. She collapsed as he quickly withdrew. Her skin, heated as blood raced oxygen to over-stressed nerves, pressed against his. With even more force he pierced her depths again, hips crashed together. Her scream increased in pitch and volume as each tilt drove her to greater and greater heights of orgasm.
+With each thrust the base of her taut muscles dragged against the underside of his manhood. Each pull sent stuttering electricity racing across his skin. Every time her tight hole pushed against the tender skin at the base of his member, molten lust flooded his veins. Pressure built in his balls. Finally the slight cleft at the base of his head scraped carelessly against the bottom of her folds and he felt the pressure release. A wave of fire raced up the narrow tube, burning a path of ecstasy before erupting deep inside Shion. His final thrust pushed deeper than ever, his member expanding as it fought to release its load. The added forces, deeper and wider, sent her over the edge, another cascade of climax breaking her mind and body.
+The two lay panting. They were connected still. Each pulse of blood to his manhood sending an echoing shudder through Shion. Each tremored clench of her muscles caused an aftershock in him. Her head adjusted and snuggled into the hollow of his neck and knocked her glasses askew, after she released him from his bondage.
+As cognisance returned to James, he realized the blessed, or alternately horrific, truth. Whatever this was, it wasn't a dream. Never before had he remained asleep through the climax of a dream. Always would he awaken moments before the irreversible explosion. He felt himself, contentedly, as he filled her soft depths still. A thin sheen of perspiration covered them both and the sweet scent of feminine release wafted up to confound his brain. This was, somehow, real.
+His arms shifted to encircle her, lovingly, protectively. Shion was a woman of intelligence, capable of incredible acts of destructiveness with her spell- like programs and equipment. She alone could summon the most destructive of ancient technologies, a massive robot capable of destroying all enemies, though she would not know it yet. Still, she was small, her body frail and her soul wounded. One thing James knew well; how to comfort.
+""I wish to experience that."" The lovers jumped at the sound of the expressionless voice. Both James and Shion had forgotten Kos-Mos' presence. Each saw the embarrassment, born of surprise, written on the other's face. ""Both of your reactions registered far greater levels of pleasure than I have previously witnessed. You said that I am capable of emulating these experiences. I wish...to know that feeling.""
+Chuckling nervously James looked into Shion's deep eyes. ""Insistent isn't she?"" Shion smiled and nodded as she rolled from atop him, finally breaking their connection. He continued to watch her as he spoke teasingly. ""I think you're going to have to handle her request as I'm a little spent."" He waved absently at the limp and dripping form between his legs.
+""Oh, I don't know."" There was a decidedly mischievous twinkle in Shion's eyes. She lay, facing him, on her side. His gaze was drawn slowly down her body, to once more wonder at the perfection of her slight form. She propped her head on one arm while the other adjusted her glasses. She then reached out and began to suggestively flick the ring piercing his left areola. He shuddered. ""There are certainly ways to grant her desire.""
+His brow furrowed in confusion. ""Kos-Mos, would you like me to satisfy your curiosity?"" Shion's gaze never left her fingers, playing contentedly with James' sensitive adornment, as she spoke. She seemed to delight in each shiver that ran through him because of her manipulations.
+""No Shion. You stated you wished to feel him within you at the consummation. I also registered vastly heightened levels of endorphins released as he ejaculated within you. I conclude that his release prompted a greater effect within you and I wish to experience that.""
+James couldn't help his nervous laughter. ""You really need to teach her slang. Everything sounds so clinical when she describes it."" He wasn't sure if he was comfortable with the track the conversation was going down. He'd always been a 'one woman' man. In fact the very thought of Shion offering him to Kos-Mos made him decidedly nervous.
+""I think she just needs a good fuck."" His eyes widened at the vulgarity. She never said anything so corse in the game, it was designed for all ages. Then again there wasn't even an implication of sex either. She simply laughed at his expression. ""Kos-Mos, his dick needs to be thoroughly cleaned if you want him to have sex with you."" The android began to turn. ""Kos-Mos?"" She turned back. ""You'll need to use your mouth.""
+Neutral, almost vacant, red eyes stared at the two lying on the bed. She nodded and moved towards them. Standing at the edge of the bed, she looked back and forth at the two before, apparently, making a decision. She reached up and began to peel away the layers of armor. Abstract pieces of curved metal began to drop to the floor until she stood before them, naked.
+She had the smooth, muscled, legs of a dancer or swimmer. Where they met, the shock of blue pubic hair had been trimmed and shaved into a triangle, pointing downward to hint at the treasures flagrantly displayed below. As he traveled upward from wide, sensuous, hips her waist narrowed, a series of metallic looking plates covered her stomach in two columns which ran up her front. The plates ended shortly before his eyes reached her average sized, perky, breasts. His primal mind fought to keep his eyes rooted there, as it had at her sex, but he continued up the smooth curve of her powerful neck to her slightly pointed chin and round face, as a veritable waterfall of beep blue hair framed her head and spilled down her back.
+James was always honest with himself. Kos-Mos was prettier than Shion, with her voluptuous curves and larger breasts ~ without being too large for his tastes. However he had never been as attracted to her as his friends were. He was content with what he had shared with the more intelligent woman. In the end his gaze returned to Shion to roam across her glory.
+Shion saw the calculation in Kos-Mos' eyes and knew she was going to strip, determining that to be the 'optimum method of inducing the proper atmosphere'. Shion knew the man's newfound infatuation with her body would be short lived when he discovered the perfection that had been wrought of the android's. She watched as he appraised her body, seeing at each step that he admired the craft and found her rival, her creation, more appealing. Her eyes, therefor, widened when he smiled at the end of his tour and turned back to contemplating her. It could be some form of ruse, but it looked too natural .
+Shion's fingers pinched the nipple-ring and tugged, twice, lightly, in order to get his attention back to her eyes. She chuckled as his startled expression flew back to hers. ""You need to move to the edge of the bed.""
+He shrugged and shifted. He knew, from personal experience, it would take a while for him to get hard once more, much less be able to finish. He enjoyed the feeling of lips surrounding his member, the suction as he pulsed in a mouth. There was an indescribable high when he came in a woman's mouth and she continued to milk every drop from his beleaguered body. However, he sometimes just wished for the sensation of being tasted and enjoyed, wished for a woman to suck him playfully for the cause rather than the effect.
+Kos-Mos knelt, uncertain, by his knees. Shion hopped to her knees on the bed, sitting on feet curled under her, as she faced the android. The remains of their passion continued to leak from her, to slide, ignored, down her legs and onto the bed. ""Now, when he spreads his legs you will move forward until he's right in front of you. Then use your tongue and mouth to clean every last bit of cum off of him. If it twitches when you do something, then it's probably a good sign. Unless of course he says 'ow'."" Shion's head turned to regard James. ""You _will_ say something if she hurts you, even a little. I've known some people who don't say anything, but simply lay there hoping their lover will change tactics quickly."" James nodded his assent. ""Oh, and do warn her if you're going to pop. She wants the full treatment so I should hope she's riding you long before that."" He nodded again.
+Kos-Mos began to move forward when James suddenly closed his knees around her. He knew he could never overpower her but the symbolic gesture had the desired effect of stopping her. ""You said you had induced the pleasurable feelings in yourself before?""
+""Yes. I have experimented, to a degree, with this.""
+""Then you might want to masturbate while you clean me. That's using your fingers to stimulate between your legs. If you're cumming, or even close, when we start to have sex, it will feel a lot better. Maybe not to the level you saw in Shion but certainly not if you're starting dry."" To her surprise he turned to Shion, his hands grasping for her hips. ""Come'ere you. I've got a surprise for you!""
+Confused, Shion let his hands pull her closer, shuffling along at his guidance. Finally she knelt by his head, still confused, when his strong hands grabbed her hips and dragged her over him. Their combined juices smeared across his chest, face and arms, but he didn't care with her above him. He didn't even give her time to regain her balance before his mouth dove towards her still-soaked lust. Shion gasped as his tongue darted out to torment her swollen clit. She collapsed, quivering, with no desire to resist.
+James nearly suffocated in the first minute as she sat on his face with her stomach covering his nose. Arms snaked around her thighs. Fingers carefully opened her temple to every delightful abuse he could think of, while the rest of his hands pressed lightly at her waist, buying himself enough room to breath through his nose. Desperately, his tongue traced a path across her inflamed mound before sinking deeper between her legs, until it finally wiggled and drilled into her depths. The bittersweet flavour of her cream mixed with the salty taste of his own cum. He didn't care in the slightest, as she already began to writhe and squirm above him. This soon after orgasm, the woman was still primed and ready, while he would take a while to rebuild.  
+Kos-Mos, meanwhile, began her methodical cleaning. Slowly she traced the circumference of his shaved balls. The sensation would barely bring an erection, much less climax, but the meticulous care and attention delighted James in a manner the purely sexual never did. Her tongue caressed the wrinkled skin, slipped into the folds her mouth created, and snaked tenderly across the junction of leg and hip. Lips formed a firm seal, tongue loosened and moistened the offending residue, and suction removed all traces.
+The soft moans James elicited were completely lost into Shion's silken flesh. She gasped and moaned as his tongue probed her. He swept rapid circles around her clit, pushing back the sensitive folds failing to protect it. She screamed. _Gods, she's close._ His mouth closed around her firmly. With only the slightest suction, the overburdened mound burst forth. Her hips thrust forward as her back arched, bringing her body straight up.
+James felt his cheeks tighten in a grin. Shion was on the brink of explosion once again. He stared up her perfect body as her neck bent and her head flew back, all in seeming slow motion. He felt his own furious response, as blood surged downward, seeing the proud woman so exited by his actions. Her hips lashed forward, fought his restraining arms, as she screamed her exultant release. He desperately held on as she bucked forward and back, into and against his ministrations. He continued to suck the tender bud from its petals and lash at it with his tongue.
+Kos-Mos witnessed the surge of the organ before her. Her breasts heaved as two of her fingers rasped along her engorged lust to sink into herself. As she drove deeper, her fingers spread to add pressure and torment the sensitive walls. Meanwhile her palm pressed and added external tension to the building climax. She finished quickly with his balls and shifted her tongue to writhe about the grown organ. James gasped anew as he hardened beneath her sinuous ascent. She worked faster, more desperately, as Shion's screams and obvious euphoria, for the second time in minutes, worked suggestive tendrils into Kos- Mos' psyche. She opened her lips to let his hot length slide to the back of her mouth. She sucked desperately as she pulled herself free. James shuddered. Shion's body collapsed, even as she whimpered, and her hips continued to buck in time with his tongue.
+Kos-Mos judged, as she attempted to speed along Shion's instructions, he wasn't clean enough yet and dropped her head, her lips pressing against his base. His hips jerked in surprised response. Round, red, eyes widened in discomfort. She gagged slightly as she retreated once more. Need overrode instruction as she rationalized that she would dirty him again, momentarily. She suspected the entire assignment had been intended to artificially enlarge him rather than to actually clean him. Hands gripped his thighs painfully as she pulled herself onto the bed. Her grip eased as she shifted forward to straddle his waist. One hand moved to maintain his tip, aiming it with the same precision she would target her weapons. She wondered at the instability she detected in her own hips, shaking with unfulfilled need, while she simply hovered over the man.
+Conscious of Shion's initial squeal of pain, Kos-Mos lowered herself slowly over his thrumming member. With his feet planted firmly on the floor, and hers solidly on his thighs, James was trapped, unable to thrust and meet the descending heat. Her hips shook as she failed to bear the ravages riding along her nerves. She gasped and moaned as excitement broke diversity from her usually monotone voice. ""Maker!"" Her hips crashed against his as warmth flowed from his solid organ straight into her depths. Her legs shifted instinctively to the side as she, too, collapsed forward. She grasped and rested her head on the closest thing, Shion's quivering butt, as both woman rode their orgasms.
+James took advantage of Kos-Mos' shift. Even with feet planted on the floor, he could still shift his hips slightly. As her hips began to slow, with her failed control, he thrust upward, hard. She screamed wordlessly. Her hands fell on his, resting heavily on Shion's thighs, holding her quaking hips still. Shion whimpered and quailed under the unbearable, unyielding bliss he maintained, between her legs. Confident in her inability to escape, his hands slipped from their home, leaving Kos-Mos' powerful, uncontrolled, hands to pin the captive.
+The hard, scorching, length worked deep into Kos-Mos. Each push sent a tide of fire racing through her body, until he reached deep enough to beat a single pulse outward. Then he withdrew and the tide retreated once more, across her overwrought body. She felt, through the cheek which rested, exhausted, on the base of Shion's spine, the harmonic ecstasy of her maker. She was amazed, and awed, and terrified, by the sensations she had never even imagined. Then his hands found her breasts.
+Although she knew the little joys she could visit on herself as she experimented, she never imagined it could transcend the individual effects with such power. In the height of her climax, fingers brushed her nipples, taunted her fluttering heart and quickened his power. The scream was pulled from her with such force that even the weary Shion shifted her head to gaze, in wonder, at the newfound joy Kos-Mos experienced. When his hands moved to pinch, instead of caress, she discovered how she could whimper in delight, frustration and anxiety all at once.
+Surely it had to end! Surely there was no more he could bring. As each fresh wave rippled through Kos-Mos they grew, as James knew they would. Desperate, he sucked Shion across bared teeth, carefully held her and allowed his tongue to castigate her for her inattention. His thrusts redoubled. Kos-Mos screamed anew; Shion began to cry for the beauty that her body whispered.
+One last lance pressed too deep, the pain blossomed deep within Kos-Mos and somehow transmuted to blend into the cacophony of rapture spilling from her soul. As James' hips locked with hers, desperate to push farther still, he continued to expand. Vaguely she sensed his body tensed beneath her and realized the song flowing into her core was, truly, the very same lust she had cleaned from him. Kos-Mos, feeling her body throb in rhythm with him, understood Shion's declaration, her need to be filled.
+James gasped as he pulled free of both women. Lacking the supporting strength, the two fell as one, beyond spent. He left them huddled together on the bed, half asleep, half dazed, and stumbled into the hallway. Everyone was dead by now so he feared not modesty. He knew the layout, one with no random encounters, all enemies visible and avoidable, and staggered on unsteady legs. Two doors down he discovered what he sought.
+Barely conscious, on the bed, Shion adjusted her glasses and lolled her head towards Kos-Mos. ""Unless I dump him, or he dumps me,"" she added a little sorrowfully, ""you will not approach him for sex again."" She saw the android preparing some form of discussion about it. "" _Please._ Trust me, we will be able to find you a man easily enough. Please, just let me have this one."" Kos- Mos nodded her agreement.
+In the locker lay a security outfit and a blade, intended for Ziggy, but he would make do. He grabbed them both and worked his tired way back to their quarters. He wouldn't be comfortable in the outfit, for either its style or color, so he would save it for Chaos or Jr. when they met later. The blade was his. Somehow, his world had changed, his past, while not forgotten, irrelevant. After they rested, regained their collective strength, it would be time to assault the AGWS in the hanger. From there they would continue. Three games worth of adventure and more, only this time he would be beside them.
+He walked over to the bed to find the naked women asleep. He stared at their beauty as he absently placed the blade on the stand beside the bed. Kos-Mos spooned Shion almost protectively. James smiled and lay on his back, in front of Shion. As his crossed arms formed a pillow beneath his head, an unconscious arm reached across his chest to pull him closer. He smiled and shut his eyes.
+The sword shined, reflecting the ambient lights.
+ _Copywrite, February 2007 by Deathlynx_
+Thanks to FtF for both the concept and disclaimer.
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+318,Virtual Reality: Halo,fieryjen,Chain Stories,2007-02-17,2007-02-17,2022-01-08 03:56:22,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/virtual-reality-halo,Liza fights for her life in a futuristic war.,"['Halo', 'Master Chief', 'Video Game']",4.31,"_DISCLAIMER:_
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+ _Author's Notes: This is a part of the Virtual Reality chain story started by FallingtoFly, whom I would like to thank for the idea._
+~~~
+Toby was sitting on the couch when I got home, eyes unblinking and fixed on the TV screen. The only movement I could detect was his fingers, relentlessly pressing buttons on the controller. His blond hair was tousled; he probably hadn't taken a shower this morning.
+""Toby,"" I called. ""Do your homework.""
+""No!"" he said, and I rolled my eyes. Typical. The boy was failing almost all of his classes, and still, all he did was play videogames. Either it was Diablo on the computer, or Halo on the X-box. At least he was flexible, using whatever I didn't need to use at the moment, but that was the least he could do since I let him crash on my couch for free.
+""Damn it, Toby,"" I said when I had taken off my coat and dropped onto the couch next to him. ""They'll actually throw you out if you don't show massive improvement this semester.""
+Toby only shrugged, continuing his game undisturbed. We had been friends for a while, and I had gotten used to his various annoying habits, but I still hated it when he ignored me while playing his games. He had lived here for two months now, thankfully moving in after the two people he had shared his apartment with had refused to pay their share of the electricity bill for the second month in a row. He was poor, like most college students, and hadn't been able to afford his own place. He gladly did the dishes and cleaned whenever I asked that of him, but it stopped at him doing his homework. Being three years older, I felt obligated to take over the parental role in this regard, but I didn't seem to make a very good substitute mom.
+Toby had finally paused the game, and actually turned in my direction.
+""Co-op?"" he asked hopefully.
+""You're driving me crazy,"" I let him know, but grabbed the second controller nonetheless. While I was still annoyed with him for spending way too much time with his X-box, I couldn't deny that he had gotten me to enjoy playing one or the other game. While I still didn't have half as much skill as he did when it came to Halo, I didn't hinder him either, and he seemed to be happy that he could share his love of the game with me to some extend.
+Toby saved his progress and restarted the game. During that time, I sighed and reviewed the various buttons on the controller. Move, this stick. Look, the other. Throwing grenades... the white button. No, that was the flashlight. Grenades were the left trigger. I often annoyed Toby by pressing the trigger on accident, blowing the both of us up with a grenade. At least I still remembered which trigger fired my weapon.
+I hadn't paid attention to which chapter Toby had selected, but I didn't really care that much either. All I needed to know that I had to kill the guys that were aliens, and be careful not to blow myself up. Toby was way more into the whole storyline than I was. All I needed was a way to relax after a hard day at work without making my brain hurt. This provided it.
+""Ouch,"" Toby said when I shot him for the first time. ""Check my screen, Liza. I was standing right in front of that Elite.""
+""Sorry,"" I said. ""I haven't played in a while, I have to get used to this again. The controls aren't exactly easy.""
+""Those are some of the best controls for a game, ever,"" Toby lectured me while charging ahead and shooting everything in his way. It was my job to clean up after him and collect grenades and ammo of whatever he killed. ""The Master Chief is one of the best characters ever, and the storyline is one of the most brilliant ones ever. Seriously, Liza. Just accept the facts.""
+""Alright then,"" I relented, not keen on an argument about this. Toby felt strongly possessive about Halo.
+At this moment, the phone rang. Toby paused the game so I could get up and answer it, handing it to him after only a second. ""It's Stacie.""
+Toby grabbed the phone from me, and I turned back to the game. ""I'll play single player for a while, okay?""
+Toby nodded, leaving the room with the phone while already speaking in the most soothing voice he had. His girlfriend Stacie, from back in Wisconsin, hated my guts out, the only apparent reason being that Toby lived in my apartment. They talked on the phone for hours at a time, blocking the line. I let them simply because I knew Toby was having a hard time away from her.
+I ended the multiplayer game and switched to Toby's controller, starting a random chapter in my single player file. While the game loaded, I contemplated Stacie's jealousy. I could understand that she wasn't too happy that her boyfriend lived with another girl, but it was unfounded in that I didn't find Toby sexually attractive in the slightest.
+""A shame, too,"" I said to myself, counting back to when I'd last gotten laid. I stopped at two and a half months, unable to remember. I was simply too busy to go out and meet a guy, and Toby's friends were all just like him, more in love with Halo than any girl they might meet.
+""What's with you anyway?"" I wondered aloud, staring at the Master Chief as the movie intro to the chapter played. He was the main character of the game, not that I ever saw much of him, since this was a first-person shooter. The only feature of his I was all too familiar with was his heavily gloved hands, in which he held his weapons and with which he occasionally punched opponents. In the intro movie, it was easy to see that the entire character was hidden inside a greenish shimmering battle armor, which, to my knowledge, he never took off once during the game.
+""I suppose you might actually be kind of hot, once you take that thing off,"" I said towards the screen, then immediately glanced at the open door to check if Toby had heard me talking to a video game character. But he had stepped outside, probably to have some privacy, so I turned back towards the screen.
+One thing I did like about the Master Chief was his superhuman strength, the existence of which, Toby had assured me, had an entirely plausible explanation. I'd always liked strong, protective guys, the likes of which seemed rare around here.
+I leaned forward when the chapter finally started, ready to fight the bad guys. While Marines went into position around me, I took cover behind a rock, always careful, and selected the sniper rifle I had just received to shoot the alien covenant forces from a distance. The Marines around me made amusing comments as I zoomed in the rifle, picking out a hapless Grunt that was carelessly walking around the open grounds. When the crosshair turned red, I pulled the trigger. The Grunt fell over, dead.
+""Hah!"" I exclaimed triumphantly and leaned forward even further, selecting my next target. My eyes were glued to the screen as I searched around, finally settling on a Jackal. Those were harder to shoot, because I had to get them when they were not hiding behind their energy shields.
+I could almost feel the rifle in my hands as I concentrated on getting the shot, irritated by the Jackal's erratic movements. When I finally squeezed the trigger, the Marines around me congratulated me, but suddenly, one of them started to shoot.
+""Idiots!"" I hissed, annoyed. They were supposed to wait for me to finish sniping, not run onto the battlefield like... well, like idiots.
+Sighing, I moved even closer to the TV and ran forward, into the battle. A little Grunt charged me and I swatted it aside with my rifle, faintly noticing a bead of sweat that was rolling down my nose. Suddenly, a second, and then a third and a fourth Grunt came at me, and I had my hands full. I aimed and squeezed the trigger, but not fast enough, and suddenly, something hit me from behind and my shields drained. I squeaked, jumped and hit the wrong button, and before I could prevent it, I saw myself fling the grenade at the next rock. It bounced off and landed at my feet.
+""Oh shit!"" I exclaimed, frantically trying to move away from it. I could literally feel the heat that radiated out from it, but my way was blocked by the Grunts and whatever had attacked me from behind. As a second blow rained down on me, I started to fear for my life, desperately trying to flee the area. Once more, I lashed out with my rifle, landing a blow, but then I could hear a sharp click.
+The explosion took me full force, and I could feel the incredible heat and smell the singed flesh of Grunts as the controller slipped out of my hands and I was catapulted away, into the darkness.
+***
+""Ow,"" I said. My body was hurting quite a bit, and although I had no freaking clue what had happened, I could tell it involved heavy bruising on my part. It was still dark when I opened my eyes, even after I had blinked several times. I lifted my hands and checked my body for injuries, but there didn't seem to be anything majorly wrong with me except for the soreness when I moved. I felt the floor I was laying on, it seemed to be some sort of solid stone, but completely smooth. Strange. This was definitely nowhere near my living room.
+I sat up with a groan. Right away, I saw a faint, rectangular light in the distance. In addition to this, I noticed that my clothes weren't intact anymore, which pissed me off. Whatever had happened had left me with major burn marks in my clothes. My skirt hung in rags on my hips, and my blouse didn't leave much to the imagination either. Strangely enough, my skin was unblemished.
+Very carefully, I managed to get to my feet. Moving hurt like hell, but I figured there was really no option of just remaining here. When I looked around, I saw that I was in fact in a rectangular tunnel structure, just like... My heart skipped a beat when I carefully finished the thought. _Just like they exist on Halo._
+I dusted the remains of my skirt, more because the act calmed me than it actually having a point. The fabric was ruined beyond cleaning or repair. For lack of a better plan of action, I started to walk towards the bright rectangle that promised daylight, first slowly, then faster, because the longer I remained in the tunnel, the more I wanted to get out. Just to make sure that the crazy thought that had entered my mind was nowhere near the truth.
+After several hundred steps, when I had come considerably closer to the rectangular opening, I heard a noise. It appeared to be a motor, possibly from some sort of a car, which meant that there might be someone nearby. I quickened my steps. I had almost reached the opening when the noise got suddenly louder, and my heart stopped when the lower part of the rectangle was darkened by the vehicle, entering at high speed.
+I recognized it at once. It was a Warthog, the type of vehicle that was often used while playing Halo. And at the wheel...
+I screamed and threw myself aside when I heard shots being fired. The Warthog's tires screeched, and someone yelled out. The shooting ceased right away, but I remained frozen, huddled where I'd landed, on the floor of the tunnel, fearing for my life. My heart was pounding in my chest.
+""Identify yourself!"" I heard someone yell, and when I looked up, I could faintly make out a Marine, pointing a rifle at me. ""Name and Rank!""
+""Uh,"" I said. My brain didn't seem to be in working order, and I just managed to blurt out my first name. ""Elizabeth.""
+The Marine stared. I heard the scraping of metal, and then heavy footsteps on the stone floor.
+""It appears we've found a Civilian, Sergeant,"" said the pleasantly deep voice, and I stared in awe.
+The Master Chief was twice as impressive in person. He was huge -- I never had realized this while playing the game, but he had to be at least seven feet tall in his armor. His face was completely obscured by the mirrored faceplate in his helmet. Nevertheless, his voice didn't seem hostile -- as opposed to the Sergeant, who was staring down at me suspiciously.
+The Master Chief walked forward and stretched out his begloved hand. I grasped it thankfully, letting him pull me to a standing position. Momentarily frozen at the sight of me, the Sergeant finally appeared to decide that I wasn't hostile, and he removed his bulletproof vest and camo jacket, just to lay the jacket around my shoulders. As he replaced the vest, I thankfully wrapped myself in the jacket.
+""Elizabeth?"" he asked, as if trying out the sound of my name. He probably wasn't used to calling anyone here by their first names. ""How did you come to be here?""
+""I..."" I stared at him. I had no idea how to answer him, since the truth seemed out of the question. Everything I could come up with seemed too unrealistic to be true and would make them suspicious.
+""I don't know,"" I finally said. ""I, er, seem to have lost my memory.""
+The Sergeant was back to looking suspicious. ""But...""
+""With all due respect, Sergeant,"" interrupted the Master Chief. ""We don't have time for questions. I have a job to do.""
+""Of course,"" said the Marine. ""What, um, do you suppose... well... I suppose we could drop her off at Alpha Base once we make it there. We can't really just leave her here, can we?""
+""No,"" the Master Chief answered, already on the way back to the Warthog. I reluctantly took a few steps forward, until the Sergeant, getting into the Gunner position, pointed to the passenger seat. I noticed how much my hands were still shaking as I grasped the Warthog's metal frame and climbed into the seat.
+The ride was a bumpy one. The tunnel itself was still relatively uneventful, but once we emerged on the other side, the rocky terrain made me clutch to the seat in fear of simply being expelled from the vehicle. We appeared to be in a deserted canyon, but as we sped along it, I heard new noises that made my stomach drop several inches. It was the sound of plasma weapons being fired. At us.
+""Enemy fire at one o'clock,"" I heard a pleasant female voice announce, and knew right away that this must be Cortana, the Artificial Intelligence in the Master Chief's armor. I ducked as much as I could, seeking the cover of the Warthog and wishing this would all be over soon. The Sergeant started to fire the chain gun attached to the vehicle, and I could hear a Grunt scream in pain.
+From my position, I couldn't make out exactly what was happening, and so all I could do was cower fearfully and pray. I heard some explosions, and then the walls of the canyon suddenly closed in on us. We had reached the end. But just as we entered open space, I heard a noise I couldn't quite identify, and then an exclamation of surprise from the Sergeant.
+Something exploded. The Warthog lurched into the air and flipped over, and I screamed. I had the sense to curl up into a ball, head tucked under my arms, and I felt myself being ejected from the Warthog, flying through the air without any sort of orientation and finally landing, hard.
+***
+When I came to I had a skull-splitting headache, and I felt like I was going to vomit. I also couldn't move, or see anything. I had no idea if I had been out for only a few second or for minutes, but the smell of singed grass was still freshly in the air, so I figured that it hadn't been too long.
+There were no sounds of battle anymore, and neither could I hear the sound of the Warthog. I wondered if they had simply left me.
+But then, I heard footsteps. I tensed, my body shaking uncontrollably, when a begloved hand grasped my shoulder and rolled me onto my back.
+""You're alive.""
+The surprise in the Master Chief's voice was unmistakable. He knelt down next to me, helping me sit up when the nausea had worn off somewhat and my vision slowly returned.
+""Yep,"" I said. ""I'm not feeling too excited about it just now.""
+I could hear a tiny bit of static, then the voice of Cortana came out of the Master Chief's helmet. She was addressing the Master Chief, but obviously wanted me to hear her as well.
+""Foehammer picked up the remaining survivors. We should make our way to Alpha Base. She will be as safe there as we have to offer, and they may be able to patch up your MJOLNIR armor as well.""
+I looked up at him. ""What's wrong with your armor?"" I asked weakly.
+""It got damaged during the explosion,"" the Master Chief answered simply, standing there and waiting for me to recover. While I still felt nauseous, I didn't have any intention of slowing him down, so I gritted my teeth and got to my feet.
+""Where's the Sergeant?"" I asked as we started walking. The Master Chief remained silent, but my question was answered several steps later.
+The sergeant was lying spread-eagled in the grass, obviously dead. His body was covered with burn marks. I paled, taking a step back and trying to forcefully remind myself that this was just a videogame. But it didn't help, and all I could see was the dead body in front of me. A man I had just talked to, whose name I didn't even know.
+The Master Chief bent down and removed the Sergeant's dog tag, as well as the bulletproof vest he was wearing. He handed the vest to me, and I put it on, hands shaking. Then I was handed a pistol as well, and I swallowed. I had never even actually touched a weapon before. Still, I took the pistol, helplessly staring at it.
+""The safety is here,"" the Master Chief showed me. ""You have sixteen rounds."" With that, he marched on.
+***
+It took us nearly two hours to get anywhere near Alpha Base. During this time, I managed to scrape both my knees, learned how not to react when being shot at, figured out how to hide most effectively between two rocks, and contemplated the impossibility of my being here.
+And impossible it was. All the explanations I might have come up with before, had I not been whisked right into the action, didn't hold up, given the evidence. Not a fancy costume re-enactment or someone playing a trick on me, because someone had _died_. I was also pretty sure that the dead Grunts and Jackals I had seen up close as I made my way through the carnage the Master Chief left behind him were not some sort of animated puppets. They were real, flesh and blood. And they had died, some right in front of me.
+Not a dream or a hallucination either, because this was much too vivid to be any such thing. I could never smell scents in any dream of mine, nor had I ever felt so much pain. All I was left with was the ridiculous assumption that I had indeed somehow managed to get sucked into the game I was playing. And considering what I knew about Halo, this was a freaking scary thought.
+I raised my gaze, where the gigantic ring-shaped structure I was on curved upwards, its ends meeting at a spot so far above my head that I wasn't able to make it out anymore. What was Halo's diameter? I couldn't remember exactly what Toby had once told me, but I knew that it must be a couple thousands of kilometers. And it contained the deadly Flood, parasites that could take over and control the bodies of both humans and Covenant aliens. I appeared to have landed fairly early in the game, and thankfully we had not yet encountered the Flood.  
+""Stay back,"" the Master Chief ordered me once again. I had lost track of how many times he had left me behind in order to clear the path for me, and I was starting to be pretty embarrassed about it. I was probably slowing him down by about a factor of six. Still, I followed his command and took cover behind a rock, pistol at the ready. So far, I hadn't had to use it, but when I saw the Hunters emerge from the hills among the Elites, Jackals and Grunts, I had a feeling that this was about to change. I pressed myself closer against the rock, heart racing, and hoping that the fearsome creatures with spiked armor weren't about to come anywhere near me. They had made me more than nervous when I'd been on the other side of the TV screen. Now, my knees threatened to buckle.
+The Master Chief cleared much of the field with a few well-placed grenades. During that time, I tried to calm my breathing and clicked the safety off my pistol. When the Master Chief charged the first of the hunters, I saw the Jackals spilling past him and realized that if they kept going in that very direction, they would eventually discover me.
+The thought didn't do much to cheer me up. The Master Chief would be occupied with the Hunters for a while, and until he had killed them, I was on my own. My hands shook when I actually raised the pistol and aimed, ready to defend myself from the first creature that dared peek around the rock.
+The first Jackal was just as surprised as I was. I shot him reflexively when I saw a flash of movement, feeling the weapon's kick acutely as it went off. Then my eyes widened and I lowered the pistol. The Jackal fell to the side, making a noise somewhat like a deflating balloon. His shield switched off as he fell.
+""This is so much easier when you just have to push a button,"" I whispered.
+When no further Jackals came around the rock, I dared to peek. Most of them had fled further to the left, where a canal was running along marking the edge of the level. They were camped out behind their shields and took turns blasting their laser weapons into the direction of the Master Chief, who had already dispatched one of the Hunters and was now athletically avoiding the other one. I watched his progress for a moment, before I noticed that the continuous fire from the Jackals had to wreak havoc on his built-in energy shield. I needed to find a way to assist him.
+My gaze fell downward and onto the dead Jackal at my feet. The alien carried plasma grenades, like most of the covenant forces, and in my experience they were useful against the Jackals, overpowering their shields easily. With shaking hands, I reached out and grabbed one of the shiny metal devices, turning it slowly to figure out its mechanism. It seemed simple, since the pin and the button were the only thing sticking out slightly.
+I sent out a short prayer that I wouldn't blow myself up, which seemed to have become a habit of mine, pushed the button, removed the pin, and threw the grenade. My throw was rather short, but the grenade continued to roll downhill for a few more seconds, stopping right at the feet of the unsuspecting Jackals. This was the first stroke of luck I'd been granted in this game.
+The explosion that followed a couple of seconds later wiped out almost the entire group. All of the jackals were catapulted into the air, and the Master Chief used the remaining Hunter's moment of surprise to fire three shots right into the creature's vulnerable back. I smiled when the beast went down, and stood up to join the Master Chief again.
+A moment later, everything simply went black.
+***
+When I came to again, I saw nothing but water. My mouth tasted faintly salty. My entire body was numb, and a few seconds after awakening, I started to shiver painfully. I could feel movement beneath me and, looking down, discovered that the Master Chief had simply slung me over his shoulder and was now making his way through the canal, the cold water reaching as high as his chest. Most of my lower body was submerged in the water, which explained why I was so damn numb. For a few minutes, I simply stared ahead blankly, unable to process my situation.
+""We've arrived,"" the Master Chief's deep voice finally informed me, and a moment later, he half climbed, half jumped out of the channel in one swift movement. When I weakly raised my head, I could see an alien-looking structure on a hill to our left, on top of and on the side of which a number of plastic cubicles had been erected. There were warthogs standing around on the lower level of the structure, and carefully guarded packs of weapons and ammunition on the upper level. I lowered my head again and tried to ignore the suddenly much stronger spasms of pain of my muscles.
+As we climbed the hill and our arrival was noticed, several of the Marines came running towards us. There was a constant stream of chatter and questions, and I could only make out fragments.
+""...happened to you?"" ""Who in the world...?"" ""We've tried to... and use the Warthogs, but the..."" ""... and Captain Keyes...""
+""Oh, crap,"" I muttered under my breath when I heard the captain's name. He was a pretty central figure in the game, although most of what he did seemed to include getting everyone involved in a lot of trouble. Not that it was his fault. But it seemed too late to stop the course of the game.
+The Master Chief continued walking until he reached one of the largest cubicles. While he looked around for something, or someone, I could hear Cortana's voice coming through his helmet's loudspeakers again.
+""We need to get her warm as soon as possible,"" the AI informed the Master Chief. ""Her temperature is starting to drop. I've also run an analysis on your MJOLNIR armor, and it appears that the salt water damaged the suit's reactor. You are going to have to take it off and let one of the technicians work on it. Maybe you should get some rest as well.""
+The Master Chief didn't answer her. He entered the cubicle instead, setting me down in the middle of the floor right in front of the two Marines that had been working in there. They stared at me quite blankly.
+Painfully aware of the fact that except for the vest, my clothes had basically disintegrated by this point, I tried to ask them for a bit of privacy, but my lips were shaking too badly to speak. After several seconds, they seemed to get over their surprise at seeing an almost naked civilian being dragged in by their local Spartan Supersoldier, and left the cubicle, exchanging glances.
+The Master Chief had meanwhile found me a blanket and was now draping it around me. I grabbed the edges thankfully, finally able to cover myself. Before I could utter a word of thanks, however, the Master Chief left the cubicle, and I was completely alone and at rest for the first time since I'd come to Halo.
+Holy shit.
+That was the first thing that came to my mind as I tried to get a grasp of what had happened, along with a number of other expletives expressing utter astonishment. This was crazy. Apart from the fact that what had happened was completely impossible, I was well aware that I was also in mortal danger, but the fact didn't seem to bother me much at this point. I briefly wondered whether it was even possible for me to die in the game, considering that I had lived through a number of potentially fatal incidents during my short time here. But every time, the world had simply gone black for a while, and I had awoken to live another day. It was strange indeed.
+My short contemplation was interrupted by the aching spasms of my muscles, still trying to bring my body back to its normal temperature. Shaking, I finally managed to pull off the wet vest, albeit with some difficulty. I discovered another blanket, spread out along the side of the cubicle, and decided not to care who might have been sleeping there before. I was exhausted. I crawled to reach the blanket and dropped onto it, closing my eyes. Maybe if I voluntarily fell asleep, I would wake up in my own house again and decide that all this had just been a dream.
+***
+I blinked sleepily when I awoke, taking a while to orient myself. My eyes stared to the side, taking in the plastic walls and ceiling, and with nothing but mild surprise I realized that I had to be still on Halo.
+Then, with something more of a shock, I suddenly realized that there was a warm body lying next to me, closely pressed to mine, and an arm holding me by the waist. I could feel my heartbeat accelerate and hoped I wouldn't panic. Most likely, some random Marine has stumbled into the cubicle and mistaken me for someone else, or the previous occupant of the blanket had returned, too tired to care there was someone else sleeping in his spot. I swallowed nervously, not liking any of these ideas, and slowly turned my head up and to the left.
+A man was indeed lying there. He was possibly the single most ghostly pale individual I had ever seen, and I wondered when he'd last enjoyed sunlight. He was massive though, I noticed while glancing down -- his arm looked like he could break me in half. His chest was like a huge wall of solid muscle that I was pressed up against, and he was very tall as well, probably well over six feet.
+As I processed this information, something in my mind clicked in realization.
+""I told you you'd be kinda hot, once you're out of that armor,"" I whispered.
+The Master Chief didn't react to this, obviously asleep, and I used the opportunity to sneak a closer look at him. His face was a strange kind of handsome, I noticed, and he had something slightly animalistic about him. He had surprisingly full, dark eyelashes that, together with the mouth relaxed in sleep, gave the illusion of vulnerability. He had a large amount of scars distributed over the entirety of his body, from slightly raised, silver welts that marked his shoulder and chest to the darkened patches on his arm. His face too had seen its share of injuries, and I resisted the temptation to trace the faint white line that ran halfway along his cheekbone.
+Instead, I lowered my head to the blanket again and closed my eyes. I was still exhausted. I wasn't sure how long I had slept, but it felt like no more than an hour or so. At least my body was comfortably warm now, sharing in the heat of the Master Chief's internal furnace, but I could still acutely feel the abuse my body had taken since I'd been sucked into Halo.
+I shifted, trying to get more comfortable on the blanket. The Master Chief's arm tightened around me instinctively as I moved, and I was pressed against him even more, his chest to my back, my thigh touching his massive one. I held my breath as it happened, then my eyes suddenly popped open again.
+ _I suppose it was kind of silly of me to think he'd be wearing underwear beneath that armor of his,_ I thought.
+My breath was coming a bit short by this point. I was being held by a hot, naked guy, after all, and my instinct didn't seem to care that said guy happened to be the main character of a videogame. I shifted again, this time arching my back just the slightest bit. I could feel him there, clearly, half aroused in his sleep.
+The sound of a single gunshot made me jump, and I sat up rapidly. Fast as lightning, a hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back onto the blanket. I stared, stupidly, as I heard more shots being fired. The Master Chief was still lying next to me, his dark eyes wide open and completely alert.
+""Have you been awake this entire time?"" I whispered, and he simply gave a short nod before shifting his attention to what was going on outside the cubicle. The sound of battle was there, but it seemed to lessen, and the Master Chief did not seem to think that we were in immediate danger. He finally let go of my shoulder and rolled over, grabbing the clothes that had been lying by his side of the blanket. Fatigues, I noticed.
+""Stay low,"" he instructed me and handed me a set of fatigues as well. I put them on, which was complicated by my sitting on the floor, but I didn't want to ignore the Master Chief's instructions and accidentally end up with a stray bullet in my torso. He was dressed long before I was, moved to the opposite wall of the cubicle and collected a belt and a small pack that lay there. When I had put the somewhat large clothes on, I lay there with my arms wrapped around my knees, watching him. For the first time, I wondered if my being here had actually affected the game in a major way. As far as I recalled, the Master Chief wasn't supposed to be at Alpha Base at all. There _was_ no alpha base mentioned in the game. If he wasn't in the right place at the right time, there were possibly dire consequences, and I would be right in the middle of them.
+When the Master Chief grabbed a rifle and moved to the cubicle's doorway, I jumped to my feet, warning forgotten.
+""Where are you going?""
+He turned only briefly.
+""To assess the situation and help defend the base. Stay here. You will be reasonably safe until we find a way to get off this structure.""
+This sounded eerily like he wasn't expecting to see me again any time soon, and I wasn't having any of it. ""No way. You're not going without me.""
+It was a relief to finally be able to see his facial expression, even though at the moment I couldn't read any more than a hint of annoyance into it. I understood that if he wanted me to stay here, there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it, but I also realized that my admittedly limited knowledge about the game might be beneficial to him. While he simply shook his head and turned, walking away from me, I wrecked my brain for something that could prove to him that I had more knowledge of the situation than I had let on so far. Finally, when he was almost out of earshot, I remembered a bit of information I must have retained from one of Toby's rants about the long backstory of the game, and hoped that this would be sufficient.
+""John!"" I called.
+The Master Chief froze. He stood still as a rock for a good ten seconds, with the gunfire outside continuing undisturbed. I rose from the blanket and stood, awaiting his reaction when he finally turned to face me.
+His facial expression when he walked back towards me was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. His eyes kept darting over my body, probably trying to figure out if he had met me before.
+""How do you know that name?"" he asked, voice quiet but dangerous.
+I looked up into his eyes. ""I can't really explain that,"" I said, licking my dry lips nervously. ""But... but I know more things. I think I might be able to help you.""
+His face was completely blank for a few seconds. He didn't show one emotion as he stood and stared at me, but finally, his arm went to his side and he removed his pistol. He handed it to me.
+""What information do you have?"" he asked when we were descending from the hill, far to the right of where the battle was going on. I took a deep breath and considered where to start, going through all of the information that had stuck from the game itself and from Toby's long-winded talks, and hoping that I hadn't forgotten the most important details.
+""Okay, first of all,"" I started, ""we have to destroy the Halo.""
+The Master Chief remained silent at this revelation, so I continued.
+""There is a parasitic.. well, parasite inside the Halo, called the Flood. The Covenant has accidentally released it, or they will soon. It needs to be stopped.""
+I paused, as it occurred to me that I might be screwing things up further by telling him what was about to happen. The Master Chief didn't react to any of my words, however, but simply continued down the hill.
+""So where are we going?"" I asked him.
+He nodded towards the ongoing battle. ""We need to clear the area so the Pelican can land. Cortana discovered Captain Keyes' location when she hacked into the Covenant COM channels earlier, but we need the dropship to get to him.""
+""Where is he?"" I asked, feeling uncomfortable. Captain Keyes got himself kidnapped quite a lot during Halo, and the first rescue attempt was a lot simpler than the ones later in the game. ""Is he on the _Truth and Reconciliation_?""
+I kept my fingers crossed, proud to have remembered the name of the Covenant spaceship from the game, and I exhaled a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding when the Master Chief nodded and looked mildly impressed. He wasn't questioning how I knew the ship's name, and I had a feeling he was starting to be convinced I could indeed be useful.
+And I could be, considering that I knew a heck of a lot more about the early levels of the game than the later ones. I wrecked my brain for information while struggling to keep up with the Master Chief's pace. Finally, he dropped me off behind a cluster of rocks and went to flank the enemy. I took cover and waited.
+For a while, all I did was to watch the battle that was rapidly turning as soon as the Master Chief joined it. He shot the Grunts with his assault rifle and tossed grenades at the Jackals, amazingly speedy even without his armor. He was assisted by the Marines. When a single Grunt fled the battle in my direction without seeing me, I braced the pistol and clicked off the safety.
+I killed the little guy with two shots. Trying to quelch my emotions, I stared at the dead body, reminding myself that the Grunt probably would have killed me had I not acted. I had always considered the Grunts the cutest characters in Halo, and killing them for real was not pleasant. The killing itself was getting easier though; I felt less of the terror that had overcome me when I had killed the Jackal much earlier. Still, my hands shook when I finally lowered the weapon and clicked the safety back on.
+The battle didn't take long after that. The Master Chief and the Marines were simply mopping up the leftovers, and soon after, the Master Chief sprinted back up the hill. I wasn't sure if he had forgotten about me, but the Marines were still in the area and stripping the dead aliens of their weapons, so I felt safe.
+Curiosity made me pick up the weapon the Grunt had dropped when he had died. I recognized a plasma pistol, warm to the touch, and carefully pointed it towards the ground. I wasn't stupid enough to think it might not go off. After a few seconds of examination, I actually gripped the pistol and tried to fire it. It was a bit unwieldy, but I finally managed. A bolt of plasma shot out and into the ground where it singed the grass, and the Marines turned towards me, alarmed. I simply pocketed the weapon and raised my hands, indicating that I wasn't an enemy. They gave me confused looks.
+I could finally make out the sound of engines as the Pelican dropship approached the landing zone, and, displaying perfect timing, the Master Chief was on his way down the hill again. He was carrying several more things in his hands and waved me to follow him to the Pelican, which I did.
+There was a ramp leading into the belly of the dropship, and after the Master Chief and I had climbed it, it closed under us. I barely had time to sit down on one of the benches before the dropship left the ground again, and I paled when I noticed something.
+""We're going alone? No Marines?""
+The Master Chief shook his head. ""They're needed at Alpha Base.""
+Now I knew I had screwed up. The Marines were supposed to be coming with us, covering our backs and assisting us in getting to Captain Keyes. Without them, this part of the game would be much more difficult.
+""Alright,"" I said more to myself than to him, checking for my weapons. The pistol was still there, as was the plasma pistol I had picked up. The Master Chief handed me an earpiece, presumably so I could hear the humans' transmissions as well. I put it into my ear. It felt odd, and I hoped it wouldn't fall out again.  
+I considered what lay ahead. I had watched Toby play this chapter countless times, and played through it at least three or four times myself. I knew that we would have to fight our way to a gravlift, which would take us right into the Covenant spaceship. Once there...""
+I looked up, suddenly alarmed.
+""We won't be able to make it without Cortana,"" I blurted out. The AI had stayed behind in the Master Chief's armor, and without her, we would be unable to hack into the _Truth and Reconciliation_ 's computer system.
+The Master Chief simply raised his hand, in which he held some sort of a computer chip. I raised my eyebrows. ""That's Cortana?""
+He nodded and stowed the chip away. I was relieved. Even though we weren't able to interact with the AI right now, we would be able to have her access the spaceship's computer system and aid us in our search for the captain. If we found him, I might be able to warn him from the Flood and thereby save his life, and the Master Chief a lot of trouble.
+I frowned when the Master Chief handed me a Sniper Rifle and instructed me how to use it in two short sentences. He couldn't possibly think that I would be any help to him with this thing? I wasn't about to argue though, because at this moment I could feel the Pelican starting to drop rather quickly.
+The Master Chief simply nodded towards the ramp when it started to lower, giving us a view of the ground below. While we were not very high and it seemed possible to jump to the ground without sustaining a major injury, the ground was still moving quite fast beneath us and made me dizzy. I paled and stepped back. The Master Chief did not seem to have any patience for my reluctance, however, and simply grabbed me around the waist with one arm and took me with him.
+The impact was not as big a deal as I had believed. The Master Chief simply landed on his feet, set me down, and off we went. There were enough rocks to take cover behind, me staying back while the Master Chief scouted the area. When he finally returned, he commanded my attention by touching my shoulder with one arm, clenching the other into a fist before my eyes.
+""This,"" he said, ""means stop.""
+""Okay,"" I said.
+He showed me more signals. ""Retreat. Sneak. This indicates direction. This indicates location of enemies.""
+I tried to memorize them all, which I found difficult.
+""Okay,"" I said again after several seconds.
+""I'm going to lift you up onto a ledge overlooking a Covenant controlled territory. There should be enough rock cover for you to remain unseen. Find a sniping position and take out what you can. Do not come down until I get you.""
+I nodded, and we moved forward, ducking behind rocks as we approached the ledge the Master Chief had talked about. He lifted me, and I crawled onto it a bit clumsily, but managed not to make too much noise. There was indeed sufficient rock cover for me here, and I moved further along the ledge until I was able to find an opening from which I could see the Covenant forces the Master Chief had spotted.
+They guarded the open spot below the ledge rather well. I remembered that there were two stationary gun turrets around here somewhere, and I raised the sniper rifle and magnified my vision, looking around. Right away, I was able to spot two Grunts, and next to them a Jackal, all three patrolling the area. Then the Jackal dropped and I stared dumbly at the spot where it had been for several seconds. Then I got a grip on myself, zoomed in further, focused on the Grunt, exhaled, waited until my heart was in between beats, and squeezed the trigger. The rifle kicked against my shoulder and bruised it, but I ignored the pain.
+""Whoa,"" I whispered when the Grunt actually fell. I had always been decent at sniping in the game, but somehow, I hadn't thought that this would translate since I was in the game for real. But it was still a computer game, I supposed, its rules simplified from those of the real world.
+The second Grunt dropped as well, shot by the Master Chief before he could panic, and I searched around for new targets. When I shifted to the right, I could just see one of the gun turrets behind the rock wall. This time, the shot was more difficult, since the Grunt inside was partially obscured by the turret's seat, but when he turned slightly, I was able to kill him with a well-placed shot.
+I felt quite proud of finally being something other than an annoyance, and enthusiastically kept peering through the scope. Now, however, the aliens were alarmed, and I ducked and rolled sideways when the remaining turret shot a stream of hot plasma in my general direction. Plasma splatters narrowly avoided me. Once the plasma stopped coming, I dared to lift my head again, and discovered that the Master Chief had taken out the second turret's gunner. I could see him move beneath, seeking cover in between the rocks. I searched for more targets with the sniper rifle's scope and found one, an arm sticking out from behind a rock. Sloppy, on the alien's part, but I wouldn't be able to kill the alien by hitting his arm, only scare him and possibly wound him slightly. It wasn't worth wasting a bullet, especially since I hadn't a clue how to reload the rifle, or even any additional ammo.
+I hoped, however, that the Master Chief was aware of the alien.
+I nervously tapped my fingers, then stopped quickly when I reminded myself that I still held a rifle in my hands. Two shots left, if I hadn't miscounted. Below, the Master Chief finally moved, and the Elite I had spied behind the rock opened fire on him. As the Master Chief dove away, I squeezed the trigger and promptly missed. Damn. I concentrated once more as the Elite advanced, projecting its path, then fired again. This time, the Elite dropped soundlessly to the ground. I lay the rifle aside and took out the pistol, just in case I was attacked up here, which didn't seem likely. The Master Chief fired six more rounds with his pistol at various targets before jumping up onto the ledge next to me. He looked approving.
+""You need to show me how to reload that thing,"" I said, gesturing at the sniper rifle. He took out four rounds from his ammunition sack and inserted them, the movement deliberately slow so I could follow it. He pressed the rifle back into my hands and I slung it over my shoulder as I straightened up. He helped me off the ledge, and once we were on the ground, he bent and picked up a strange-looking wristband from one of the Jackals. When he clamped it to his own wrist, I understood. Those were the Jackals' energy-shield generators. I took one of them myself after making sure it was still functioning.
+We kept going at the same pace, me sniping and generally covering the Master Chief's back as we went up the rocky hills. He was wearing two energy shields now, activating the second whenever the first one failed. I hadn't had to use my shield yet, only lying, waiting and sniping. Our progress was much slower than I remembered from playing the game, but then again, the Master Chief I had played had also always worn his MJOLNIR battle armor. This one was many times more vulnerable, therefore we had to proceed with more care.
+Finally, we reached the small pass that I knew lead to the area where the gravlift was located. I told the Master Chief as much when we moved onto a small ledge on the right side of the pass to try and get a look at the end of the pass. He only nodded and stepped off the ledge, motioning for me to stay put, but I held him back by holding on to his wrist. Had he not wanted me to do that, he could have pulled away without any effort at all, but instead he turned back towards me, eyebrows raised.
+""There are going to be hunters,"" I told him, remembering the part of the level that usually freaked me out quite a bit. There wasn't an effective sniping tactic against hunters -- and once they discovered you, it was very difficult to get away from them. I was worried about the Master Chief almost more than myself, knowing if was difficult for him to handle a pair of hunters even when he was in his armor. Without, it was going to be madness.
+""I'll be fine,"" he told me, but I didn't let go of his wrist yet. Instead, I looked into his dark eyes, concerned.
+""Wait. There are four gun turrets, you'll have to take them out first. I'll try to help you with the sniper rifle. The ship will sent reinforcements down the gravlift as well.""
+He stared, taken aback by my sudden flood of information about the upcoming area, and largely without thinking, I got onto my tiptoes and kissed him.
+I hadn't planned on it, and I certainly hadn't planned on it happening right here or lasting so long. Once my lips touched his, I was too inclined to keep them here than to stop. But I was also aware that we couldn't afford to be careless when there were alien forces behind the next bend. After several long seconds, I finally broke the kiss and stepped back.
+The Master Chief looked strangely serene, but also completely dumbfounded. For two or three seconds he simply looked at me. Then he blinked slowly, and without a word or change of expression continued up the rocky path to the gravlift.
+I was a bit shaky on my feet when I finally followed him. After the bend, I found him crouched on the floor and spying through his sniper rifle. He waved me down next to him and silently pointed out the location of one of the gun turrets. I understood that as soon as we fired a shot, we had to move from this spot, otherwise the plasma turrets would fry us. The Master Chief continued to give hand signals, counting down. I readied my rifle and found my target; the little Grunt sitting in the turret's seat. I concentrated on my breathing and on the target, and finally fired on the Master Chief's command.
+Two Grunts fell, and the Master Chief dove sideways and drew his pistol. I knew he was going for the third turret, but didn't stay to watch. Instead, I kept low and made my way backwards and further down as fast as I could. A plasma salvo went over my head and blackened the rock above me.
+There was more plasma spraying through the air, then it stopped and I knew the Master Chief had destroyed the remaining turret. I got to my feet again and sprinted up the slope, then went even further up the hill and took cover behind the turret whose Grunt I had just sniped down. The Master Chief had already crossed the area and was now approaching the Covenant dropship that was just landing, deploying Grunts and two Elites. The Master Chief threw two Grenades. I sighed and sniped some more, aiding him. When both of the Elites dropped with my next two shots, I felt immensely helpful.
+I jerked around when I saw movement in the gravlift. More aliens were descending, and I couldn't kill all of them by sniping. Instead, I climbed into the seat of the gun turret I had been hiding behind. A look at the controls told me absolutely nothing, so I pressed random buttons in a flurry until I had found the one that fired, and a way to move the turret and direct the plasma fire.
+I started shooting wildly at the gravlift platform. The aliens looked rather surprised to have fire coming from their own turret, and before they could move against me, I had already gunned most of them down, simply drowning them in plasma fire. When the Master Chief was finished with the aliens from the dropship, he joined me in bombarding everything that dared come out of the gravlift, and I shook my head in disbelief that we were indeed this lucky.
+""I must be playing on easy,"" I whispered.
+Finally, the hunters that I had warned the Master Chief about came floating down the gravlift. I shuddered involuntarily at their gigantic, armor plated bodies and moved behind the turret again, readying my sniper rifle. If they exposed their backs to me at all, I would snipe them down like nobody's business. I knew that the exposed piece of orange flesh was pretty much the only weak spot they possessed, and I knew the Master Chief knew it too. As expected, he started to fire at the Hunters and lured them on a straight route away from me, while trying to stay out of my line of fire himself. My window of opportunity was only as long as it would take him to reach the rock wall on the other side of the clearing, after that he would have to change direction.
+I concentrated on one of the hunters and finally fired twice in rapid succession. The first shot hit the orange skin, but the second pinged off a piece of armor, and the Hunter roared in pain, turned and ran towards my hiding spot at amazing speed. The second Hunter continued to pursue the Master Chief, which suddenly put the both of us in a tight spot. I ran when I saw the Hunter's built-in cannon charge and release a blast of glowing green plasma. Behind me, the gun turret exploded into tiny pieces.
+I ran back down the slope and all the way back to the previous clearing. I didn't even know if the Hunter was still behind me, but I was so dead scared by this point, I just ran, hearing continuous fire behind me as I did. Right after the wall to my left had opened up into the clearing, I sidestepped and clung to the hope that if the Hunter was indeed still behind me, I might be able to shoot it before it turned around. I did not like the idea of being so close to it, however, because I knew that it could slice me open with its armor without any effort on its part. On the other hand, I had wounded it and it was possibly weakened.
+My fingers clamped around the pistol when I heard the stomping of heavy metal armor on rock coming rapidly closer. I made sure the safety was off and lifted the pistol, then waited. It didn't take long.
+The beast, blinded by pain, charged right past me. I did not hesitate and fired into its back, squeezing the trigger until I heard the click of an empty chamber. The hunter turned towards me as if surprised, stepped forward and then slowly collapsed.
+For a good minute I stood there shaking uncontrollably. It took a while for me to notice that my hands were covered with splattered alien blood, and I wiped them on my clothes mechanically. Finally, I was able to click the safety back onto my weapon, and after that I forced myself to take a step back towards the area with the gravlift.
+Halfway up the slope, I started to run, my concern for the Master Chief only slowly overruling my shock. Him and what was left of the hunter were both laying on the opposite side of the clearing, but while the hunter was very obviously dead, the Spartan was breathing and administering something to his arm. There were no more Covenant forces coming down the gravlift now, but we weren't yet ready to enter the ship.
+As if that thought had been a cue, I could hear the sound of approaching engines and saw a Pelican dropship in the distance. Finally, reinforcements. But they would be useless without the Master Chief.
+I crossed the clearing as quickly as I could. When I got close, I saw that the Master Chief must have come in contact with the Hunter's spiked armor at least twice. There was a deep gash over his chest and arm, and deep stabbing wounds on his back, as I saw when he turned over slowly, pushing the spraying can he had been holding towards me.
+""Put that in the deeper wounds.""
+I plucked his shirt away from the skin of his back and applied the grey foam to the wounds, where it clung, entered the torn flesh and almost immediately formed a protective layer. I watched, fascinated, as the foam sealed the wounds one by one as I sprayed them, and stopped most of the bleeding.
+""That will need to hold for the time being,"" the Master Chief said, pulling himself into a sitting position and watching as the Pelican approached. He inspected me for wounds as well, but I had been extraordinarily lucky, and I would not allow him to waste the foam on the minor scratches I had sustained.
+""Nice work,"" he finally said, nodding respectfully in my direction. I promptly blushed under his gaze.
+""Likewise,"" I said, nodding at the pieces of Hunter lying around. ""How did that happen?""
+""I ran out of ammunition after wounding it. A grenade was all I had to work with.""
+""But..."" It took me a few seconds to understand. ""You stuck that grenade _in_ the Hunter?""
+""Into a wound in its back.""
+""That's, that's..."" I couldn't find the right words. ""...disgusting,"" I finally finished, and I could see a tiny flicker of a smile on his lips.
+He looked terribly cute as he did that. I swallowed, lowering my head. The Pelican had landed by now, and Marines were running towards us. The Master Chief got onto his feet and brushed himself off as if he'd simply fallen down and not just battled a Hunter and a bunch of other Covenant aliens. The Marines saluted as they approached, to which the Master Chief responded likewise, and I once more got a number of strange looks I was fast getting used to.
+We entered the gravlift without delay, getting sucked up into the Covenant ship. Some idiot screamed ""Yeehaw!"" as we floated upwards. It was a strange feeling to be in the lift and suddenly feel weightless, and I was glad when it stopped. I hovered by the ceiling for a few long seconds, then I was dropped onto the floor of the cargo bay we had just entered. The Marines around me dropped as well; they were taking positions and looking around nervously. Finally, the Master Chief arrived in the bay.
+I moved next to him at once.
+""The doors are proximity-triggered,"" I told him, whispering. ""There are Covenant on the other side, but I don't think they are fully aware of us yet. Be ready for them.""
+Most of the Marines gave me surprised looks, but the Master Chief simply nodded. ""You heard her,"" he said over the COM.
+I was ready when the doors opened, and took cover behind one of the crates that littered the cargo bay as soon as the plasma started flying. I switched my energy shield on as well, holding it protectively out in front of me. Twice, Grunts ran past me in the ensuing firefight, and twice I killed them with the plasma pistol I still had.
+The Master Chief took the brunt of the attacks, switching out shields occasionally and generally just killing everything in his way. When the cargo bay finally fell silent, only one Marine was down. The Master Chief's arm had caught the edge of a plasma beam, and he was fixing up the wound with more of the spray foam. The rest of the Marines looked a bit shaken, but ready to continue.
+We made our way through the first door, next to which the Master Chief found a port he could connect Cortana's memory chip to. Seconds later, we had the AI's voice in our ears, guiding us through the confusing hallways and unlocking doors for us. When we finally did get to a door whose opening mechanism she could not override, I was prepared for the conversation that followed.
+""I'll go with you,"" I told the Master Chief firmly, when the Marines decided that they would wait by the door, and the Master Chief volunteered to find a way around. Cortana was confident that there had to be a control panel for the door on the other side, and so was I.
+The Master Chief did not argue. He waved me to follow him and doubled back to the last intersection, then took a new route. The green light of the doors Cortana unlocked for us guided the way.
+During the firefights that ensued, I stayed wisely in the background. Now and then, I killed a Grunt who had managed to slip past the Master Chief's fire, but more often I was busy sidestepping the purple plasma needles that the covenant liked to shoot at us and that exploded upon impact. Twice, I was put to sniping duty when we entered a new room, while the Master Chief created a distraction. When we finally arrived on the other side of the door the Marines were waiting by, I sniped half a roomful of Covenant aliens while the Master Chief went to open the door so we could get supporting fire. My ammunition finally ran out, and I slung the rifle over my shoulder and took out my plasma pistol once again.  
+The Marines seemed happy to see the both of us alive. Together, we made our way down the next few hallways, until we finally arrived in one of the dropship hangars.
+""I've tracked the signal from the captain's neural implant,"" Cortana informed all of us. ""I've found the hold he is in. It's not far.""
+""Brilliant,"" I heard the Master Chief say under his breath. Then the plasma started flying.
+I got my shield up just in time to deflect a salve directed at me. The Master Chief started sniping the aliens on the upper floor from behind his energy shield, and one of the Marines died screaming when a supercharged plasma bolt hit him squarely in the chest. I wisely sought cover.
+My heart raced as I watched the battle, and I was frantically trying to think of any specifics about this part of the level. Were there hunters? Invisible Elites? I couldn't remember.
+I fired a few more shots towards the upper level, where the Jackals were falling like flies. The Master Chief and the Marines were in constant movement on the floor, trying to make it as hard as possible for anyone to hit them with a plasma beam.
+When the upper floor was cleared -- at least as far as we could tell, as there wasn't a way for us to get there from were we were -- we moved on. In the next part of the hangar, the fight started up again. There wasn't anything for me to take cover behind at the moment, so I took several steps backwards, intending to retreat to a slightly safer area.
+I spun fast when I heard the sound of a door behind me sliding open. I hadn't exactly walked straight backwards. A Grunt charged at me from two meters away, waving his weapon, and I squarely hit him on the nose with mine. He protested and sidestepped. Then, remembering that I could fire the weapon as well, I sent a plasma bolt into the little guy, which sent him sprawling through the hangar. Otherwise, the room was empty, but I could see another door in it, so I decided to keep an eye on this corner.
+The hangar was almost cleared when the invisible Elite showed up. I wasn't sure where he had come from, but as soon as I detected the faint, blurry outline moving along a wall, I let out a scream and pointed. The Master Chief was first to react, sending a round of ammunition in the general direction of the Elite, but only a few of them found their targets. The Marines fired as well, trying to spot the blur. As the Master Chief slapped another clip into his assault rifle, he moved closer to me, opening his mouth to say something.
+All I heard was the sound of the additional invisible Elite I had not noticed, saying something in that alien language, then a faintly familiar sound of several metal things dropping to the floor and rolling. Then the Master Chief launched himself at me and sent us both flying into the next room. The explosion happened just a split second later, and I screamed when the heat reached me and I shortly felt like a piece of bread in a toaster oven.
+My breath firmly left my body as I finally landed on the floor with the Master Chief still on top of me. He got up at once and shielded his face from yet another two or three grenades that exploded on the other side of the wall right outside the door. Then, he fired at whoever had thrown them. Apparently in reaction to the explosion, both of the doors of the room we were in suddenly shut firmly and stayed that way.
+""Cortana?"" the Master Chief asked, when the usually proximity-triggered door didn't react to his proximity at all.
+""I'm working on it,"" I heard the cool female voice in my ear. I could tell from the sound of plasma impacting the metal walls that the battle was still very much in progress, and I hoped the Marines would be able to manage without the Master Chief for a short time.
+""The explosion short-circuited both door controls,"" Cortana finally reported. ""I can't open them. It'll need to be done manually.""
+""I don't have the equipment,"" the Master Chief replied, his eyes darting around the room to look for either useful material or a way out. Neither was present, as far as I could tell. He walked to the door and briefly tested its strength by pulling, but was unsuccessful in moving it even a centimeter.
+Cortana was silent for a few seconds.
+""One of the Marines that were captured with Captain Keyes had a data pad,"" she said then. ""It is still in the hold, but in an extra cell with some human weapons the Covenant confiscated. If we can free them, they may be able to get these doors back open.""
+""And by 'we',"" the Master Chief said, ""you mean...""
+""The Marines outside,"" Cortana finished his sentence. ""They just killed the second of the Elites.""
+Indeed, I could no longer hear any plasma fire.
+""Good for them,"" I said.
+""Well the good news is,"" Cortana said, sounding much too cheerful, ""the Covenant have no immediate way of getting in here, and they aren't aware you are here. So you're perfectly safe. And...""
+She paused, and an explosion shook the entire ship, almost causing the Master Chief to tumble back onto the floor.
+""That should keep them busy.""
+""What was _that_?"" asked the Master Chief.
+""A diversion,"" Cortana said. ""Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some Marines to guide. I'm taking the safest route, so this might take a while.""
+I heard a second's worth of static, then she was gone.
+***
+The Master Chief's body was shaking slightly under my hands as I patched him up with biofoam. I knew that he was in pain and exhausted. He had spent the first ten minutes of waiting time pacing up and down, unable to sit still and let everyone else do the work for him. I had finally ordered him to sit down and let me take care of the most recent wounds he had sustained. Now, he sat in front of me half naked and I was carefully touching the white, blood- encrusted skin. The wounds from the hunter's armor were healing rapidly, and I marveled at the miracles the biofoam was accomplishing.
+""This stuff is good,"" I told him, shaking the can. ""I wish we had that."" I bit my lip when I realized that it probably wasn't wise to make comments such as this, and the Master Chief gave a grunt of dissent.
+""What?"" I asked.
+""There goes that theory.""
+I laid my hands on his shoulders and attempted to massage out some of the tenseness. ""What theory is that?""
+""I was thinking you might be a time traveller.""
+I supposed a thought like this wasn't unreasonable from the information I had given him to work with. He sighed while I kept working the muscles in his massive shoulders.
+""But if you were in fact from the future, I would assume you had an even more powerful equivalent of biofoam.""
+""There might be other explanations for that,"" I suggested. He was silent for several seconds.
+""Are you suggesting that you are, in fact, from the future?""
+""It's as close as you're ever going to get,"" I told him.
+He tapped his leg repeatedly with two fingers as he thought.
+""What I can't figure out,"" he said, ""Is whether you're here on purpose or by accident. Your lack of preparation and equipment contrasts the fact that you have such extraordinary information about this place, and about me.""
+""Accident,"" I told him. ""Definitely by accident.""
+""So how do you know my name?""
+""That's a good question,"" I said, pausing, ""and I don't think I can answer it.""
+He nodded in acceptance. His fingers were still tapping against his leg, and I continued my massage on his upper arms. I had found that I liked touching him. His skin was smooth, and an even ivory color where he wasn't injured or dirty, or had scars. I was careful to avoid the scratches he had sustained.
+""Another dimension?"" he suggested. ""Maybe a slip-space anomaly that caused..."" He trailed off, fingers still tapping.
+""Trust me,"" I said. ""You're just going to hurt your brain."" There was no way I was going to tell him the truth. Apart from the fact that it sounded crazy, I couldn't imagine how he would react when being told that he was nothing but a character in a popular video game. Best case scenario, he would not believe me. Worst case, he would. And I could not imagine what that would do to his psyche. Knowing that he was nothing but a source of entertainment, that his fate was possibly in the hands of some thirteen-year-old kid... I shuddered at the thought. I couldn't do that to him.
+He sensed the shudder and turned his head, studying me. I gave him a slightly shaky smile and continued to massage his muscles, but his next question made me withdraw my hands.
+""Why did you kiss me?""
+""Um,"" I said. The sudden, fierce blushing of my cheeks seemed explanation enough to him, and he lowered his eyes as well.
+I sat there, my heart pounding in my chest. I was embarrassed, but at the same time I considered my situation. Form what I remembered about the rest of the game, there could be only two outcomes for me eventually -- death, or return to the other side of the TV screen. There was no way I would manage to live through the entire game. These were the easy levels, and I had already come close to being killed more times that I could be bothered to count. So in conclusion, I might as well enjoy the moment while I was able to.
+I kissed him before I ever really finished my train of thought. He didn't seem as surprised by this as he had been the last time. He responded this time, though reluctantly, and his hand reached out to gently touch my cheek.
+Another explosion shook the ship, and we withdrew from each other at once. I was thrown sideways and stayed there, even after the floor was at rest again. The Master Chief looked around the room, frowning.
+""Sorry about that,"" I heard Cortana in my ear. ""I needed to draw some more Covenant forces away from the hold area. The Marines ran into more opposition than anticipated.""
+""Do your best to keep them alive, Cortana,"" the Master Chief told her, sounding resigned. The AI agreed and broke the connection.
+For a brief time we sat there, my face flushed a dark red. I knew I wasn't going to find the courage to kiss him a third time. The Master Chief was tapping his fingers again, obviously restless, but when he finally moved, he grabbed the can of biofoam and looked me over.
+""Are you injured?"" he asked.
+I considered the question. ""No. Maybe. I'm not sure."" I checked my fatigues for holes or cuts and found one.
+""It's no big deal,"" I announced to him. ""Keep that stuff for your own injuries. I'll live.""
+He moved closer and gently examined the abrasion on my shoulder. I couldn't remember when or where I had gotten that particular injury, I hadn't even noticed it. It stung when the Master Chief plucked the remaining blood-soaked fabric away from the skin, but instead of spraying the wound, he shook his head.
+""You'll have to take this off, otherwise the fabric will fuse with your skin while the foam seals the injury, and cause irritation.""
+He looked tactfully away while I removed the jacket, cradling it protectively in front of me. Then he moved closer again and sealed the injury with biofoam. It stung again, briefly, then he put the can aside.
+I waited for him to move away, but instead I suddenly felt one finger running lightly along the curve of my neck and shoulder. When I turned my head, I saw the Master Chief looking at me with something akin to curiosity. I felt goosebumps forming on my skin when his finger wandered back up, lightly brushing my hair aside.
+I felt his warm breath on my skin when he shifted closer, then my eyes met his dark ones. I instinctively leaned forward, and he kissed me. This time, he was leading the kiss, almost as if he was getting used to the motions. His hand lingered on my neck. I pressed myself against him, finally dropping the jacket and turning, putting both arms around his neck while I gently parted his lips with my tongue. I shivered when my bare nipples brushed his chest.
+He stiffened for a second or so, then relaxed again. His free hand traced the curve of my back several times, as if he was fascinated by the shape. I ran my hand through his closely cropped, dark hair, down his neck and almost jerked it away in surprise when I felt a thick mass of scar tissue and the hard resistance of a foreign object. I realized that this was where his neural interface was implanted. The kiss deepened as the Master Chief seemed to get the hang of tongue action as well, and I wondered when had been the last time he had kissed. I was under the impression that it had been a while. But I didn't mind, in fact, quite the opposite was true.
+We broke the kiss shortly when there was a third explosion. Cortana did not inform us of her activity this time around though, which I preferred, since there was nothing we could do at the moment anyway. I briefly wondered if the A.I. knew what we were doing. If she did, she at least wasn't commenting.
+The Master Chief's eyes had meanwhile wandered further down, and I was so conscious of his gaze I almost snatched my jacket back up in front of me. But instead I let him reach out and touch me, tracing curves once again, and making me shiver when his finger brushed over my erect nipple. His hands were comfortably warm, and I arched my back when he cupped my breast, still in the manner of careful exploration. The fact that he took his time was starting to drive me just the slightest bit crazy.
+I leaned forward to kiss him once more, my hands wandering over his upper body. I traced his scars, then moved further down and boldly tugged at the button of his pants. Once again, I could feel him stiffen under my hands for a second or two, then he relaxed and let me strip him naked.
+I hadn't really gotten a good look at his entire body the last time he had lain next to me naked, so now I caught up on that. As before, I marveled at how ghostly pale he was, and how incredibly massive. Of course, he was huge even in fatigues, but only now could I see the lines and sharp curves of his muscles, so densely packed on his body. He was only half aroused, but his size evenly matched the rest of his body. It made me a bit nervous, but still I reached for him and wrapped my hand around his shaft. He made a small sound in his throat, encouraging me. I moistened my lips and bent down, taking him into my mouth.
+He tasted slightly salty, probably from sweating, but not unpleasantly so. My tongue ran over the slight ridges of flesh on the underside of his cock, and I could feel him grow larger in my mouth. Several times, I slid my lips as far down as I could without choking and then came back up, sucking as I went. He didn't seem too sure of what to do with his hands, they were stroking my hair, then resting on my shoulders, then he stroked my cheek, but I thought it was cute that this left him so obviously flustered. When I looked up, I could see that his face was flushed, he had his eyes closed in pleasure and he was breathing unevenly now. Seeing him like this made me pretty damn wet as well.
+The voice in my ear made me freeze up momentarily.
+""The Marines are very close to the hold now,"" Cortana announced to the both of us. I looked up to find the Master Chief's eyes pop open. During the past few minutes, I had almost completely forgotten where we were, and it appeared that he had allowed himself to do the same. After a few seconds of consideration, I firmly flicked my tongue and watched as he bit his lip, then I returned to the task a hand and left him to deal with the A.I.
+""Uh, good,"" he said, managing to make his voice sound perfectly steady. I felt the muscles of his stomach clench as he talked, then stay that way even after Cortana winked out. He exhaled deeply as I busied myself lapping up his pre- cum, then let him slip from my mouth. He was fully erect now.
+He also seemed to have decided to take a more active role in things. Once I withdrew, he pulled me into his lap and kissed me hard, his tongue plunging into my mouth. One of his hands was holding me close while the other was pulling on my fatigue pants, yanking them down my legs. I moaned into his mouth when the zipper scraped my leg. His fingers were already elsewhere by this point, running over my body as if he was taking lightning-quick inventory. His hot breath brushed my skin as he moved his head lower, and I shuddered. I pulled him to my breasts impatiently, and he took the invitation, his lips closing around one of my nipples.
+Yet another tremor ran through the ship. The Master Chief used the moment to bring us in a different position, rolling on top of me. I could see just the slightest sheen of perspiration on his upper lip before he kissed me again. He used his massive thigh to part my legs, then lowered his gaze, looking interested.
+I moaned out loud when one of his fingers brushed my clit. He took his time exploring, running along my folds with one finger, pushing another inside me. It drove me crazy, and I squirmed against him, gasping when he added another finger to the one inside me. His hands were large enough so this stretched me out a bit. Finally, he found my clit again and watched my reaction as he massaged it thoroughly with his thumb and forefinger, spreading my juices at the same time.
+""Please,"" I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut and doing my best to control my bucking hips. I was wildly grinding against him, which he seemed to enjoy. I wanted him to fuck me so badly by this point, it wouldn't have mattered if the Covenant had broken the door down and marched inside the room at this point. But they didn't, and I spread my legs further in invitation until I could feel him move fully on top of me and then start to slide inside me.
+He felt as big as he looked -- a little too big if I was honest with myself. I gasped when his filling me got to the point of pain, biting my lip and then burying my nails in his shoulders. I didn't want him to stop, but I did hurt like hell.
+""John,"" I whispered, and he gave me a comforting kiss. I opened my eyes and looked into his, reading real emotion in them for the first time. There was fear, and lust, and dozens of traces of other feelings bubbling to the surface. He was usually so guarded about what showed on his face that this came as a surprise to me. I touched his cheek, trying to be comforting. He continued to push inside me, and I could feel myself stretching around him like a rubber band.
+""Elizabeth,"" I heard him murmur, the first time he had ever used my name. I smiled and enjoyed the feeling of relief when he was finally fully inside me, I could feel his hips grinding against mine, and the pain lessened.
+""Just Liza,"" I told him.
+""Liza,"" he repeated, an actual smile on his face. He pulled out suddenly, making me gasp when I was left empty. I strained to pull him closer again. When he did push into me once more, there was less pain, and a lot more pleasure that made me moan out loud and drag my nails across his shoulders.
+Impatiently, I raised my hips.
+""Please,"" I begged him. ""Please, faster.""
+He did me the favor. Smoothly, the pace of him sliding in and out of me increased, and I heard the slightest of grunts from him together with the slapping of his flesh against mine. My heart was hammering in my chest as I urged him on.
+We both froze when we heard a burst of static from our earpieces once more. The Master Chief was hovering above me, trying to get his breathing under control, his eyes closed. Cortana spoke just a moment later.
+""We got the captain and the data pad and are now on our way back to you.""
+""Good,"" the Master Chief said, not looking happy about that particular prospect. I could feel his muscles tense and used the opportunity to gently push him away from me. He looked mildly surprised by my actions, but obeyed and rolled over onto his back. I was on top of him in one swift movement, and I closed my eyes and moaned in enjoyment when I sank fully onto him. It felt even better now that I had gotten used to his size and was in control.  
+He supported my hips with one hand as I rode him, his pelvis ground against me and his other hand was back to massaging my clit. He watched my face as he did that, smiling slightly whenever I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. All I felt was warmth, the delicious friction whenever I lowered myself back onto him that brought me closer and closer to the edge.
+""Yes!"" I cried out when I knew I was close, and I felt the Master Chief shudder briefly underneath me. The grinding of our hips became frantic for a moment, then I peaked, and all I felt was the rush of passion and ecstasy as I collapsed gratefully, laying my head on his chest.
+I hadn't realized he had come as well, but when I moved my hips, I felt myself dripping with cum. Both our bodies were covered in tiny droplets of sweat, and I could smell his undeniably masculine scent. We lay there for a few minutes, exhausted.
+""Jesus,"" I finally whispered, raising my head to look at him. ""When was the last time you had sex?""
+He cocked his head quizzically. ""I haven't,"" he said simply. I stared, surprised.
+Something impacted on the other side of the solid steel door and cut the conversation short.
+""Master Chief?"" we heard Cortana through the COM. ""We're about to get you out of there.""
+***
+When the doors finally slid open and the Marines entered, they found the both of us fully dressed, and looking, for the most part, composed. I knew my cheeks were still flushed, but there was no sense in trying to hide that, so I simply sat on the floor, hugging my knees and pretending to be indifferent to what went on around me. The Master Chief stood off in one corner, checking his weapons.
+""Master Chief!"" I heard an authoritative voice, and raised my head to see Captain Keyes make his way into the room, holding a needler. ""It's good to see you.""
+""Likewise,"" the Master Chief said, saluting. I stood up and nodded to the captain, unsure of whether I was expected to salute or anything of the sort. When I decided not to, the captain didn't seem to take offense. He turned to me, looking me up and down.
+""Captain Keyes,"" I greeted. The captain was really quite charismatic. He was dressed in his uniform and splattered with covenant blood. When I looked a bit closer, I could see that he wore a sticker saying _Hello, my name is Keyes._ I frowned. Was this his idea of a joke?
+""Ah, yes,"" the captain said after several seconds. ""I was told about you. You seem to have my men quite confused.""
+""Uh,"" I said, not sure how to answer to this. I knew the captain would die in the final levels of the game, and I wondered if there was any way to prevent this. Before I could act, however, I could suddenly hear the sounds of several doors sliding open.
+The Marines were back in the hangar in a flash, the Master Chief and Captain Keyes following them. Once more, we were surrounded by Grunts and Jackals, and I grabbed my plasma pistol, sighing.
+I jumped back and took cover behind a set of doors when an Elite bearing an energy sword came out of one of the doors and ran at the Master Chief. I screamed, remembering that the sword could kill in one hit. When the Elite attacked, the Master Chief jumped aside from the control panel where he had been standing, and the Elite sank his sword into the panel, which caused sparks to fly. The Master Chief turned and shot the Elite right into the head. It dropped like a stone, and the hangar was once again quiet. The Marines moved to secure all the doors, while Cortana evaluated our options of escaping the alien vessel. Foehammer, the pelican dropship pilot, had radioed in during combat to inform us that she was too busy engaging the enemy elsewhere and wouldn't be picking us up.
+""Cortana,"" Captain Keyes said, eying the single Covenant dropship still docked, ""if you can get us onto that dropship, I can fly us out of here.""
+""Certainly,"" came Cortana's pleasant answer. A second later, the dropship's clamps were released, accompanied by a small whirring sound.
+""The energy sword short-circuited something else,"" Cortana said, irritated. ""Let me try to bypass it. Is nothing on this bucket built to last?""
+""What's the problem, Cortana?"" Captain Keyes asked as we marched over to the dropship. His question was answered at once, when the plasma shield portal that barred the way into space flashed, then reappeared after a second or so.
+""It'll have to be done manually,"" Cortana said, now sounding exasperated. ""My apologies, Captain.""
+The Master Chief walked back to the control panel and pressed the button Cortana pointed out to him. Once again, the portal flashed and vanished, but as soon as the Master Chief took his finger off the button, the portal reappeared.
+""This isn't good,"" said Cortana.
+The Master Chief simply nodded. ""Captain Keyes, I'm volunteering to stay behind and keep the portal activated. I may be able to make my way back out through the gravlift.""
+The captain hesitated, then nodded, convinced of the necessity of this act. I shook my head frantically, trying to figure out how to set this newly screwed up situation straight. There was no was I could let the Master Chief stay behind.
+""I'll do it,"" I said, before I even finished thinking through my plan. The Master Chief and Captain Keyes shook their heads simultaneously.
+""Seriously,"" I said. ""You don't have time to screw around on this ship. You need to get your armor back and go blow up Halo.""
+The Spartan soldier and the captain exchanged a look.
+""Do you know what she is talking about?"" Captain Keyes asked, and the Master Chief nodded after a moment. I turned to face the captain.
+""Don't go after that weapons cache,"" I said. ""It sounds like a good idea, but it's really not. You'll die if you do. If the Covenant locks down a door, it needs to stay closed.""
+The captain stared at me, clearly very surprised.
+""Captain, she's been right about everything else so far,"" a Marine whispered behind me. Captain Keyes nodded gravely.
+""I'll take your advice to heart,"" he said, and that was all I could demand of him.
+When I turned back to the Master Chief, I hesitated.
+""Could we have a moment in private?"" I asked. The captain nodded and waved for his Marines to follow him onto the dropship.
+""So,"" I said, when the Master Chief and I were standing alone before the control panel.
+""You don't have to do this,"" he said. I shook my head.
+""Don't worry about me. I'll go back to where I came from, hopefully.""
+""I was hoping that's what your plan was,"" the Master Chief said. The thought of leaving me here to die seemed to bother him rather a lot. I smiled and touched his cheek with my hand.
+""Good luck out there. And don't let the captain go after that weapons cache. In fact, don't let him go anywhere. He'll be doing everyone a favor by staying put.""
+""I got the idea,"" the Master Chief replied. He bent his head down to me and kissed me for several seconds.
+""Good luck, John,"" I whispered when he let me go.
+He turned in leaving.
+""Liza,"" he said, and climbed aboard the dropship.
+I could hear the hunters approaching as soon as the dropship started to turn. I shrank back into the shadows. In a maneuver that was even more spectacular live than on the TV screen, Captain Keyes used one end of the dropship to ram the hunters, turning them into pulp. I pressed the control panel's button, and a second later the dropship had left the hangar.
+As it faded in the distance, I could feel my vision fade as well, and I sighed appreciatively. It appeared that I had been right. The chapter was over, and I was finally returning to my own side of the screen.
+***
+It was awfully quiet when I regained consciousness. When I slowly opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was to my relief the ceiling of my living room, complete with hanging plant and all. I sat up slowly, my muscles aching with every movement. When I looked down my body, I saw that I was wearing once again my skirt and blouse -- and they were whole once more. My body, however, was covered with the cuts and bruises I had sustained while on Halo, and when I checked my arm, I saw a freshly biofoamed abrasion.
+I turned to look at the TV. The game's screen had faded to black and stayed that way. The X-box was still on though, and on the floor I saw the game's case, complete with a weapon-wielding, armor-clad Master Chief on the cover.
+""I'll miss you,"" I whispered.
+While I still stared at the cover, I could hear Toby's voice, and a second later he came walking into the room, saying good-bye to Stacey and hanging up the phone.
+""Sorry about that,"" he said and threw the phone onto the couch. Then, he peered at me. ""Hey, did you fall into a bush or something on the way home?""
+I brushed over my arm with one hand. ""Yeah, something like that.""
+""Well, up for another round?"" Toby was already picking up his controller. I shook my head.
+""You can play by yourself. I'm going to go write something."" I got up, suppressing a grimace of pain, and walked in the direction of my room.
+""What'cha writing?"" Toby called after me. I turned.
+""This crazy story that happened to me,"" I said, and went to turn on my computer."
+319,Virtual Reality: Metal Gear Solid,AchtungNight,Chain Stories,2006-11-25,2006-11-25,2022-01-08 03:56:26,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/virtual-reality-metal-gear-solid,Tactical espionage action gone erotic.,"['Blonde', 'Manipulation', 'Redhead', 'Soldier', 'Tender', 'Threesome', 'Video Game', 'Violence', 'Voyeur']",,"_DISCLAIMER:_
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+Notes- I did not create nor do I own the rights to the videogame Metal Gear Solid or any of the characters and situations from it used herein. I draw no financial profit from this fantasy story and wrote it for entertainment purposes only. Feedback is welcomed. Hope all readers enjoy.
+This story is part of the ""Virtual Reality"" chain of Literotica stories in which a character based on the writer finds themselves drawn into a video game they enjoy and able to manipulate its elements to their liking. Thanks to friend FallingtoFly for starting this chain. I was honored to participate. All Metal Gear fans, please excuse the spoilers within this story and the adult satirical depiction of the game we love. Now, without further ado...
+***
+ **Virtual Reality- Metal Gear Solid**
+""Snake? You alright, Snake?""
+I frown, opening my eyes to a strange darkness. My body seems odd, and heavier than normal. I can't see my surroundings, and I can hear little apart from the woman's voice. It's a nice voice, sort of familiar, but... I shake my head and jump back, bumping into a wall. Something between me and the wall stops me from hitting it directly and I bounce off. This sets off a cacophony of barks and howls from sources I can't see. What the heck?
+""Snake?""
+I stretch out my arms, grimacing, and meet with walls around my shoulders. Frowning again, I try to pull myself together. Okay, what is going on? Where am I? The last thing I remember, I was up very late, playing one of my favorite addictive videogames, and... Oh my God.
+""Snake?""
+I grope in the dark, find the edges of the sheath I'm in, and feel them. Yep, just as I thought. Cardboard. I'm inside an upside-down cardboard box. And judging from that voice and the noises of dogs barking and howling... no, not dogs. Wolves. I'm in the Wolf Caves of Shadow Moses Island. Somehow I've entered the video game I was playing just before I fell asleep. Not only that, I'm in the body of the lead character. This has to be some kind of weird dream, or maybe someone's playing a trick on me. I pinch myself and feel the objects strapped to my body. Shoot, I really am in a cardboard box and military jumpsuit. Shoot, I really have a pack containing a FA-MAS assault rifle, combat rations, and all the other gear I should have at this point in the game. Shoot, I'm not waking up. This is no dream, no trick. As if to accent this realization, I hear a panting and sniffing close to me. Then there is a low growl.
+""What's wrong, Snake? Don't you like dogs?""
+I open my mouth to reply, but before I can the wolves growl again. I am worried about them, but then I remember that close to the woman who's speaking to me they aren't dangerous. They consider her part of their pack for some reason and thus don't attack Snake when he's close to her. This calms me down.
+""Snake?""
+I push the box off me and open my eyes to the dim light of the surrounding caves. The wolves are in the shadows of the rock walls, keeping their distance. A lithe redhaired woman is looking at me with a petulant expression. My eyes roam over her well-proportioned camofluage-clad figure and I grin. Yep, I'm where I thought I was. Either that or this is one heck of a role-play setup. I discard the latter possibility as I look myself over and again see the weapons and my gray jumpsuit. No way this is a role-play. Nobody could have gotten a garment this tight onto me while I was asleep.
+Meryl Silverburgh steps closer and puts a hand on my cheek. I grin at its warmth. She raises an eyebrow. I look her over again, smiling. A fitting heroine for this action video game, I think. Smart, resourceful, and a hell of a looker. That short red hair, those flashing green eyes. Such a body too, and now it's real and up close, not pixelated. I wonder if... She crosses her arms and steps away frowning. I drop the idea.
+She's perceptive, I remind myself. And supposedly she underwent psychotherapy to destroy her attraction to men upon entering the military. Didn't want it to cause any problems. She's still one heck of a flirt, though, and very adept at hard-to-get. The game's hero, Snake, likes her, and I do too.
+""Are you okay?"" Meryl asks. ""You went still for a minute there.""
+""Fine,"" I reply, and she frowns. I frown too, realizing it's my own voice that's coming out and not Snake's. I look at my body and see that it's the same too. Somehow Snake's been taken out of the game and I've been put in his clothes. I look a lot like Snake- same unruly dark blonde hair, rougish good looks, and muscular build- so it's not a big deal, but Meryl has to be noticing the subtle differences. I wonder how I can possibly explain.
+She shakes her head. ""You put on a new disguise, huh? I was wondering what you were up to under that box.""
+Okay, phew. She came up with a good explanation on her own. Thank goodness. I nod, trying to clear my head and remember what's going on. Shadow Moses Island, I recall the game. A force of twisted terrorists led by my character's evil twin brother have taken over an Alaskan military base and are fixing to start nuclear war. My character, Snake, has been sent in to stop them. My only allies are Meryl and... I slap my head, realizing something all of a sudden. If I'm in the game at the same point where I was before I blacked out due to fatigue...
+""Snake?"" Meryl grimaces at me again.
+I wave her to silence and check my wrist for my communicator. Good, it's there and simple to figure out. I key it to the right frequency and raise the mike to my lips. ""Otacon? Are you there? Otacon?"" Meryl shakes her head and steps away from me, walking to a large door in the far wall.
+It takes a few seconds for my character's nerdy engineer buddy to come on. ""Snake, is that you? You sound weird.""
+""Never mind,"" I snap. I debate for a moment, wondering if this will even be possible. Try it anyway, I tell myself. ""I need a favor. You know the Armory?""
+""Yeah.""
+""Go in there to the locked Level 5 room and get the Sniper Rifle. Bring it to the bottom of Communications Tower A. I'll meet you there.""
+""Snake, what are you talking about?""
+""You have Stealth Camoflauge, Otacon!"" I remind him. ""No one can see you. You have a Level 6 keycard and a handkerchief with the right scent on it to get you past the wolf pack in the caves between the Armory and the Tower. I need that rifle and I need it now. Don't argue with me. Just get it here."" I check my supplies. ""And pick up some extra rations and ammo too, okay?""
+""Uh, are you alright, Snake? Did Psycho Mantis mess with your mind or something?""
+""Just get me the stuff, Otacon,"" I growl. ""I would have gotten it before if I could. I need it ASAP.""
+""Okay, calm down. I'll have it there in a while. Hang on."" I nod and click off.
+""What's the matter?"" Meryl asks, stopping at the door.
+""I have a bad feeling,"" I tell her. ""The bad guys have one of the world's deadliest snipers on their team, and we're about to walk into her prime hunting grounds. I need to be able to fight back.""
+She stares at me, then smiles. ""Mantis must have messed with your mind in a good way before he died. You've suddenly gotten smarter.""
+I grin back, not bothering to reply. Okay, I think I can get through this, I tell myself. I'm probably only here temporarily- I'll be out before I know it. Until then, I can have some fun. It's not hard to think of a plan. I've played this game often enough, I'm familiar with all the weapons and moves. And I'm already about halfway through. The bad guys are hurting right now. They've lost their M1 tank and a lot of their soldiers. The master of disguise Decoy Octopus and the psychotic psychic Psycho Mantis are both dead. Revolver Ocelot, the Russian gunfighter and torturer, is missing a hand and not a serious threat anymore. I know exactly what's ahead of me and how to get through it. Not only that... I laugh, remembering something else.
+""Snake?"" Meryl raises an eyebrow as I take the keycard she gave me earlier out of my pocket and snap it in half. ""What are you doing? That card is the only way to stop the nukes!""
+""Wrong,"" I counter as I discard the pieces. ""It's the only way to activate the nukes. They don't have the passwords they need, and they were planning to trick me into using this to arm the warheads instead."" I add a lie to explain myself. ""Mantis told me with telepathy when he got remorseful before he died.""
+""Are you sure that he wasn't...""
+""Trust me!"" I chuckle and key another frequency into my radio. I am about to hit the transmit button to gloat at the traitor I know to be the enemy leader, but then I change my mind. Best to keep the element of surprise for now. ""There's a minefield on the other side of that door, right?"" I ask Meryl. ""Between us and the Communications Tower?""
+""Yeah. Don't worry, I know how to get through it. I...""
+""It's okay,"" I nod, opening the door. ""I do too."" I step into the enclosed snowfield on the other side and look at the Communications Tower across the way, trying to keep a smile off my face as I think of what lies ahead. The game's bad guys aren't a threat on a worldwide scale anymore, but they still need to be taken down. Then Meryl and I can go home triumphant. But I better impress her some first, just so it all works out okay. I look around and nod, then crouch down and start crawling around. Each time I near a mine, I carefully take hold of it, smile as it instantly disarms itself at my touch- hey, this is a video game!-, and stow it in my pack.
+Meryl watches nervously, a strange look on her face. Good, I think. Maybe now you'll associate me with the legendary commando who defeated an M1 tank singlehandedly, the hero your uncle Colonel Campbell told you about. Not the idiot you've gotten the drop on twice. If clearing this minefield doesn't work, the next bit I remember...
+""Okay,"" I finally say, standing up. ""The path's clear now. You go first.""
+My companion frowns, shrugs, and takes a few steps forward. I coil my body like a spring, hoping I have the timing down. Then, just as Meryl reaches the far side of the minefield, I leap and tackle her to the ground. ""Hey!"" she screams. A split second later, she gasps as a loud crack goes off and a bullet impacts on the snow inches away. ""How did you...""
+""Sniper!"" I yell. No time for explanations. ""Get under cover!"" She nods and ducks into the shadow of a wall. I hurry along behind her. Two more shots ring out, and both miss. I wipe the sweat from my brow.
+""Where is he?"" Meryl asks, drawing her Desert Eagle. ""I can...""
+""No,"" I put a hand on the weapon, huddling close and trying to ignore the feel of her body near mine. ""Nothing we have right now has enough range. We have to wait for Otacon and then we can get her.""
+""Her?""
+I nod. ""It's Sniper Wolf. Has to be. Don't worry, she isn't going anywhere. She's the ultimate patient hunter. She can wait here for days, and she will. We don't have a time limit either, not anymore.""
+""Are you sure that...""
+I put a finger to her lips. ""Just stick with me, Meryl. We're gonna get out of this.""
+She pauses for a second, then nods. ""Okay, I trust you, but...""
+Her questioning look is enough to set me off. Before I can stop myself, I grab her shoulders and kiss her mouth. She moans in protest, but then suddenly her arms encircle me. She kisses back hard, hot breath flaring against my lips. The tip of her tongue touches my lips and I open them to admit it, my heart suddenly beating faster. I knew that psychotherapy bit was sheer bull! I deepen the kiss and lick at Meryl's tongue with mine, pushing her back against the wall. The snow crunches under us, its chill muffled by our body heat. Then Meryl's hands push against my chest, shoving me away as she pulls back from our embrace.
+""I wanted you to do that,"" she says nervously. ""When I asked you to hold me and kiss me in the Commander's office earlier, you probably thought it was just Mantis overpowering me with lust, but..."" She grins. ""He didn't put it there. He just brought out what was there already. All the stories my uncle's told me about you. Everything I've seen of you since we met. You're great, Snake. I... like you.""
+Of course you do, I chuckle to myself. Why else would you be helping me and flirting with me so obviously? You met me in the Ladies Room earlier, wearing no pants and pointing a gun at my head without your finger on the trigger. I noticed, but then you fed me a line of crap and played tough. You've been smiling at me so much since then, mocking me with every step. Part of me thought you were a bitch, but...
+""I like you too,"" I tell her. ""That's why I saved your life just now.""
+She nods, looking at her Desert Eagle. ""That wasn't the first time either. I remember when Mantis made me put this gun to my head, and you..."" She puts it away, frowning. ""Listen, Snake, when we get out of this...""
+""Of course,"" I tell her, praying I'll have the opportunity. I'm still not sure how I got here, or if I can get out. Before I worry about that, though, I am going to have as much fun as I can breaking the fourth wall. I grin and kiss her again, then move away, smiling at the enthused look on her face.
+She puts her hand on my arm. ""Don't you want to...""
+I put a finger on her lips again, nodding but looking at the open area behind us. She gasps, remembering our current situation. I take a deep breath, watching the red beam of light from the sniper's perch playing over the snow. I grab my comm and key in Otacon's frequency. ""Hey, are you there? What's your status?""
+""Snake,"" Otacon's voice comes back immediately. ""I'm just now getting the rifle. Be patient, okay? And listen- if it's Wolf you're planning to use this against, I...""
+""I know, Otacon!"" I cut him off. ""You like her, and she gave you the handkerchief. Don't worry, it will be fine. Everything will work out. Just get that gun here, alright?"" I change frequencies. ""Colonel?""
+""Snake,"" Colonel Campbell's voice replies. ""What's up? Are you and Meryl okay?""
+""We're fine. Listen- tell the President the nukes have been disarmed. I have Metal Gear's chief engineer on my side and your niece too. We'll have this wrapped up soon enough. Oh, and don't tell Master Miller anything! He's really Liquid in disguise. Go to his house and you'll find the real Master Miller's dead body!""
+""Snake, how do you...""
+""Never mind, Colonel! Just trust me. And put Naomi on, right now.""
+There is a burst of static and then another voice comes on. ""Snake?""
+""Hello, Doctor,"" I chuckle, recalling her long black hair, stunningly slim body, and promise to let me do a strip search on her when I get back. ""I need you to deliver a message to your brother, Gray Fox.""
+She gasps. ""How did you...""
+""Never mind. Tell him thanks for all the help he's given me so far as Deep Throat. I know he's on my side and I want to work together directly. Tell him to meet me and Meryl in the foyer of Communications Tower A in two hours.""
+""Um, okay, but...""
+""I'll explain later,"" I promise her, then change frequencies one more time. ""Mei Ling?""
+""Yes, Snake?"" replies the cute Oriental communications tech.
+""Save my progress. And by the way, I really like all the quotes you know and the way you laugh.""
+""Thanks, Snake!"" Mei Ling beams. ""I'll get right on it! I..."" I click off the radio, interrupting her enthusiastic praise.
+Meryl is frowning at me again. ""Snake, are you sure you're alright?""
+""Fine,"" I tell her. Now for the next thing I want to do. ""Look, it's gonna be a while before Otacon gets here. We can't take out that sniper until he does and we don't have any better ways of passing the time, so..."" I take hold of her shoulders and kiss her once more.
+She kisses back, but there is a hesitancy in it. ""What about...""
+""Relax. She can't see or hit us from where she is and she won't move. And if she does..."" I grab one of my Claymore mines, arm it, and toss it into the narrow space between us and the approach to the Communications Tower. ""There. Now no one can get close to us without setting that off.""
+Meryl nods, laughing at me as she watches the red beam of Wolf's gunsight playing over the mine. ""You know, I wasn't lying about the psychotherapy. They really did make me go through it. But I didn't pay much attention and faked my way through the tests. I was going to tell you later.""
+""I kind of guessed,"" I smirk. I stop her further words with another kiss. We are both flushed now, turned on by our proximity and current situation. I can also feel a raging hardon in my pants. She must feel it too, because she rubs her thigh against it. Her hands caress the muscles of my back, her lips on mine. We have time, I tell myself again, and I want her. I've wanted her ever since the first time I played through this game. Now my fantasy's come to life.
+I laugh and kiss Meryl hard, fingers moving over her arms and then her back towards her spine. She sighs as I trail a hand up and down it, lingering on the points of sensitivity. Her hard nipples push into me as she huddles close, rubbing my muscles through my suit. The air and snow are cold around us, but we are quickly warming each other up. ""The buckles,"" I prompt her. ""Undo my suit's buckles.""
+""Okay,"" she says, and takes hold of one. I shrug my pack off and move to help her. We don't remove the whole suit, just enough to let down my pants. She smiles as she takes hold of my bare organ. ""Nice.""
+""Thanks,"" I reply. ""Just a second."" I grab her green tank top and pull it over her head. Nothing under it. I shake my head. How are we surviving in the Arctic wearing so little? Never mind.
+I move my hands to her breasts and squeeze them, thumbs playing with the large peach-colored nipples. The flush deepens across Meryl's freckled skin. She moves her hands off me for an instant, pushing the last of my suit's interfering pieces away. Then her hands return to my thighs. The right one goes to my cock, pressing against it and stroking up and down. The other rubs my balls and then caresses across my waist as she leans into me. I kiss the top of her head and then pull her up on me, still rubbing her breasts.
+We roll back against the wall, our touches getting bolder. My cock rubs against Meryl's black denim jeans, growing under her attention. Her left hand squeezes hard at my rear before moving up over my back and grabbing my hair. She presses her lips to mine, and her body as well. I can feel it tingling against me, and my own body shaking too.
+I drop my hands from her breasts, wanting to touch her other treasure. She continues to kiss and stroke me as I move, rubbing her stomach and unfastening her pants. Part of me is still bothered by our surroundings- the cold, the video game I don't know how I got into, the danger of Sniper Wolf nearby- but I am quickly forgetting all this. Meryl is with me, and I am going to make love to her. Nothing else matters. Her tongue thrusts deep into my mouth as I push her pants over her hips.  
+She is wet, warm, and ready. I look down and note that her pussy is shaven, but not recently. A light dusting of red hair tops it, matching the curls on her head. Her legs, every bit as pale and toned as I recall seeing them in the bathroom earlier, are wide open. I stick a finger into the space between them, pushing it up and within. Meryl gasps and screams ""Snake!"" in pure joy.
+I chuckle and push her back against the wall, kissing her lips before moving down. Her hands fall away from my cock and hair, drop to her sides. I lick across her neck, then her breasts, paying lots of attention to her nipples. I lick each until it is jabbing my tongue like the point of a spear, at the same time stabbing two of my fingers up and down inside her. I move them back and forth, circle them around and touch her cunt's edges. Then I find her clit and yank on it hard, stroking it and pinching it between my forefinger and thumb.
+""Yes!"" she moans, her moisture increasing. ""Yes, Snake!""
+My mouth leaves her breasts now. I move farther along her body, licking her navel and waist. I look up at her and smile, pleased with her expression of longing and lust. Then I withdraw my fingers from her pussy and replace them with my tongue, sucking her juices down as she lets them out. Her gyrations increase, and she bites her lip to choke off her moans. I keep licking, rubbing her thighs with my hands now.
+""Snake,"" she opens her mouth, taking a deep breath. ""Snake, I'm...""
+I grin and move up on her, kissing her and giving her a taste of herself with my tongue. She licks my lips, welcoming the salty aroma. Meryl is sweating hard now, and I am too. Both of us are ready, willing, and... I take hold of her hand and thrust my hard cock against her leg.
+Still kissing me hungrily, she moves to accommodate me. I can feel her warmth colliding against my organ's head. I press forward and into her as her arms and legs wrap around me, her hands again taking hold of my shoulders and squeezing them through my suit. I grab her rear and rub it and the small of her back, thrusting into her and kissing her lips. We move like this for a long while, establishing a rhythm and sticking to it. Soon Meryl is gasping heavily, her hands moving faster and her pussy tightening around me. I am shaking too and...
+""Snake,"" she whispers, licking my cheek, and I am off. I am spurting into her, many times, and she is shaking in welcome at every one. An instant after I'm done, she comes as well, the scent of her overpowering as her juice floods. ""Thank you,"" she says. She kisses me once, then twice more, reveling in the afterglow. ""I...""
+""I know,"" I tell her, kissing back. I withdraw my now limp cock from her, but I put two fingers back in, still wanting to rub her, get her off again. Otacon is on his way, but it will still be a while before he gets here. We can...
+CLICK.
+Oh shit.
+""Hello, Solid Snake,"" says a mocking accented voice. ""You really are a fool. I was going to use her as bait, lure you out, and then send you a love letter, but now..."" The voice laughs.
+Meryl stares over my shoulder, her body suddenly going cold. I turn and look too, cursing to myself as I see that it is indeed Sniper Wolf who has crept up on us. She came down the tower, got around my mine, and now she's standing not two feet away, her gun aimed at my head. Clearly I have greatly underestimated this videogame character. I sigh in frustration as I look her athletic body up and down, fear echoing in my mind as I linger on the curves her white jumpsuit cannot conceal.
+""Freeze!"" Wolf snaps, long blonde hair framing her petulant glare. ""It's hard to miss when you're this close.""
+I nod, deciding to go out with the sight of her flushed mocking grin in my eyes, and Meryl's scared but satisfied body in my arms. Surrounded by such things, I can die a happy man. Then I remember that her boss still needs the code key she thinks I have. I also notice something else. She is flushed, as we are, and her fly is open. Meryl and I have been occupied for several moments. Wolf couldn't possibly see us from her first position, but if she moved and angled her scope just right... I grin at her, getting an idea. Once again I decide to try it out. ""A lady sniper, huh?""
+She nods. ""Don't you know that two-thirds of the world's greatest assassins are women? Do you want to die now or after your female friend? Which will it be?""
+""Wolf, please,"" Meryl says. ""Don't hurt us. I know Liquid promised you revenge on the world you hate, but...""
+""Shut up, bitch,"" Wolf orders. She gestures at me with the gun. ""Well?""
+I stare right down the rifle's barrel at her, going back to Plan A. ""I'll die after I kill you.""
+""Silly man,"" she laughs, stepping closer and kicking away my pack. ""Well, at least you've got spirit."" I nod as she again raises her weapon.
+""Wolf, stop!"" Meryl looks at her, pleading. ""You remember before the coup? We were the only women on the island, and they didn't want us touching the men. You let me...""
+Oh my God, I gasp to myself as she continues. Don't ask, don't tell. Another fantasy, suddenly popping in. How in the heck...
+""You let me touch you,"" Meryl tells Wolf. ""And you touched me. We both liked it. Please. You can't...""
+Meryl must have noticed the same things I did, I think to myself. We're thinking on the same wavelength. And it seems she and Wolf have a history of which she's taking advantage. Good.
+""Listen, Wolf,"" I chime in. ""I know you're not really a bad person. You've been looking to kill people most of your life, but now that your mentor Big Boss is dead, you've been looking to die too. That's why you're after me, you're hoping I can beat you. And you want a fair fight. That's why you're not shooting me now.""
+Wolf stares at me, her gun wavering. Then her expression tightens. ""You...""
+""No, I'm not lying!"" I interrupt. ""Look, I'm going to win, like it or not. Liquid needs me alive- you know he does. He doesn't know how to arm the nukes, and he wants me to do it because that's how he is. But I know my brother better than he knows himself. There's no way he can win this. I'll make you a deal. You help me beat Liquid, and you get out of this alive. Or if you prefer, give me a rifle and and we can have our duel.""
+Wolf glares at me, raising the gun again. Meryl is silent, looking hopeful. I keep my expression firm. I have no way of knowing if Wolf will take my offer, if it can even work out. I can only pray that she...
+Wolf lowers the gun. ""Alright. I accept your terms.""
+I stand up, pants pooling around my ankles. ""You've made the smart choice,"" I say to Wolf. ""I promise you...""
+""Shut up,"" she commands, putting down her rifle and stepping close. ""You better help me cement this choice- right now."" She grabs my face and kisses me hard on the lips.
+Yes! I scream triumphantly to myself, recalling all the times I've fantasized about her. I embrace Wolf and kiss her back, hands roaming over her curves. She writhes against me, and I feel my cock growing again. Wolf rubs at my muscles, her breath and attentions telling me she has indeed fallen in love with me, as she often does with her targets before she kills them. She probably still wants to kill me, but until then, she's willing to make things sweeter by torturing me like this. I ain't gonna complain.
+She stops kissing me and shoves me hard, knocking me down into the snow. Then she pounces on me, and quickly resumes her earlier actions. I move a finger towards her cunt and feel it already open and wet, as I thought. She was indeed watching Meryl and me through her scope, and probably fingering herself. Maybe she came, or came close. Well, I'll bring her the rest of the way, ensure she's on our side. And then...
+I feel another pair of arms encircling me, and my train of thought derails. It's Meryl, I recognize them. Turning towards her, I kiss her smile, then turn back to Wolf. She looks at me, then at Meryl. ""I am sorry,"" she says. ""We were on opposite sides. I wasn't going to kill you, though, only...""
+""You don't need to explain,"" Meryl says, putting a hand to her lips. ""Just stay on our side now, okay?""
+She nods. ""Raven can help us too. He never wanted to be a part of this, but Liquid...""
+""I know,"" I tell her. Vulcan Raven, I recall. Giant and shaman. He and Snake are enemies, but the sort that could have been friends if the circumstances were different. And they are now, so... ""I'll talk to him later, offer him the same deal I gave you. But right now..."" My hand takes Wolf's arm and I pull her close.
+She smiles and accepts my kiss, then turns to Meryl and kisses her. I shake at that sight, feeling myself instantly grow hard again. Both women look at me and smile. Then Meryl grabs Wolf and pushes her into the snow, fingers and tongue traveling a path of pleasure over her skin. My heartbeat increases as I roll away from them and watch. I smile, thinking about what is to come. I know all the characters in this game, and all their buttons. I will easily defeat the bad guys, and then enjoy myself with all the women. Meryl and Wolf right now, and if things keep going so well, Naomi and Mei Ling later on too. It will be great. It will be...
+I shake my head and turn back to the scene before me. Meryl is unzipping the front of Wolf's jumpsuit now, exposing her breasts and fondling them. The blonde sniper is gasping at the redhead's touches, the air around us warming with their shared heat. Meryl keeps zipping the jumpsuit down, kissing along Wolf's torso as she goes. Soon I can see the edge of Wolf's dark blonde pubic hair curling over the slit in the zipper. She pushes back from Meryl and shoves the jumpsuit off her shoulders, lets it fall down around her legs, and slips out. Her body is shapely and pale, everything I've dreamt of and more. I kick my pants the rest of the way off and move to join Wolf and Meryl, but the latter waves at me to stay back.
+""I'll get her ready for you,"" she promises, then kisses Wolf's pussy. Wolf mewls in pleasure, her blonde hair shaking like a curtain in a storm. Her hands rub at her own breasts and then fall to tangle in Meryl's hair. The redhead sticks two fingers into her and flicks them back and forth hard, her tongue matching their motions. I stroke myself as I watch, preparing for what's coming. It doesn't take long. Soon Wolf is gyrating madly, eyes blinking rapidly as Meryl laps and rubs at her cunt. My partner moves aside and beckons me forward, moving up on Wolf as she does so and pressing the other woman's luscious body against her own. I take the cue and inch close.
+Wolf's hands are pressing into Meryl's thighs, raising the other woman's pussy to her lips and pulling it open. I touch her thigh and she gives me a proud smile, which turns quickly to a feral snarl as she dives headlong into Meryl's core.
+My partner gasps, her head flying back in relief and abandon. I take one of her hands in mine and keep the other hand on Wolf's thigh, caressing it and pushing her open. I embrace Meryl from behind and thrust against Wolf in the same motion, my cock entering the place where Meryl's tongue just was. Wolf tightens around me, clenching hard, her hands rubbing at us both.
+Meryl turns and hugs me, nipples pressing into my skin through my jumpsuit's top. The air is still cold, but now I have warmth all around me. Meryl kisses me, and I move against her and into Wolf, driving our former enemy to moan furiously as she pulls Meryl's cunt tight against her mouth and laps, breathing hard. I moan back and so does Meryl. Her fingers fall down, caress at Wolf's clit and my cock. We buck and rotate against each other. Our hands on each other trace random paths at first, then find the most sensitive places and rub them, pressing and squeezing. Our bodies are shaking, tingling, our blood rushing, and soon...
+Wolf gasps, then Meryl. Both shake around me hard, their passion flaring. Mine goes off as well, not as powerful as the first time but still shaking and good. And more is ahead, I remind myself as it echoes out. Much more. I don't know how I got into this game, but now I will really enjoy it. I will make it even more the classic it is. I don't care if I ever get back to real life. I am happy here. I...
+Chirp chirp.
+I frown, then recognize the sound and look at my communicator. ""Yeah?"" I say into it, pulling away from Meryl and Wolf.
+""It's me, Snake,"" Otacon replies. ""I'm close by. I had some trouble getting around a guard, but I'll be there soon. Are you alright?""
+""Take your time, Otacon,"" I reply, grinning. ""Oh, and by the way, I don't think I'm going to have to kill Wolf anymore.""
+With that, I turn back to the women with me, who are still pleasuring each other. This is going to be a heck of a great game, I think again with a laugh.
+***
+The End?"
+320,Virtual Reality: Sonic the Hedgehog,angelicminx,Chain Stories,2006-11-21,2006-11-21,2022-01-08 03:56:42,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/virtual-reality-sonic-the-hedgehog,"Transported and transformed, anything can happen.","['Anal', 'Climax', 'Computer', 'Double Penetration', 'Head', 'Sex', 'Sonic', 'Tails', 'Tender', 'Video Game']",4.13,"DISCLAIMER:
+The stories in the ""Celebrity"" section of Literotica are all fictional parodies - none are true, nor are they approved of by the celebrities named in the stories. Authors write these fictitious stories about famous people for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because they can. The Supreme Court of the United States, the country where this site is located, has ruled that parodies involving famous people are perfectly and totally legal under the United States Constitution. The specific case law on this was decided in the case of ""Hustler Magazine, Inc. et al. v. Jerry Falwell"" in 1988. No harm is intended toward the celebrities featured in these stories, but they are public figures and in being so, they must accept that they are fair target for parodies by the public. We believe in the first amendment, and more broadly, in the basic principle of free speech and this section may push the boundaries of that principle, but the United States Supreme Court has approved of this type of material. We believe that the Supreme Court was correct in their decision.
+ _Author's note: I assert that this tale is pure fiction. Any resemblance to real people or events is quite a coincidence. It is part of a chain story begun by FallingToFly, a proud member of the Literotica Author's Hangout. I further assert that there is not a single incidence of bestiality, nor were any animals hurt in the creation of this story. ;) I hope you have as much fun reading this story as I had writing it. All feedback is welcome, and votes/ public comments are appreciated. Love y'all! ~Minx_
+~~~
+I have to share with you, the world, the incredible tale of adventure and sex I experienced not too long ago. I swear I'm _not_ crazy. This did happen and I'm sure there will be other stories about similar adventures. There _has_ to be. I'm not unique, I'm not special, and I haven't lost my mind. Come along with me, but brace yourself. It could be a bumpy ride.
+~~~
+I was sitting in front of my television, playing Sonic: The Hedgehog for the first time in umpteen years.
+""Sonic's kinda sexy,"" I said as he sped across the screen. I shook my head, stunned that I'd had such an insane thought about an animated character.
+""God, I must be really horny,"" I said, ""And crazy too. I'm talking to myself.""
+ _Tails is kinda cute, too, in an impish sort of way,_ I thought.
+""Yikes! That's enough of that."" I snapped off the power on the game and put my controller away.
+It's a good thing no one was home; they'd lock me up for sure. Talking to myself was one thing... Thinking about gettin' it on with a cartoon, that was something else altogether.
+I went to the computer, planning on getting some writing done and pushing all conscious thought of the blue speed demon from my mind. I sat staring at the blank screen, waiting for inspiration to strike and got... nothing. Not a single witty word, no inspired plot, no shining characters. Nothing.
+I sighed and clicked the little 'e' on the task bar, cursing my slow computer as I waited for the page to load. When it did, I checked my email. All I had were notifications of replies to threads I had long since lost interest in. Clicking on 'Links' took me to the site where I had posted my feeble attempts at fiction. No new response to my latest story. No threads to capture my interest and fill the hours yawning before me.
+Once again I sighed. I closed the site and clicked on the 'e', intending to research the story I'd already half typed. My fingers seemed to have a mind of their own. They typed, ""Sonic the Hedgehog"" in the search engine.
+Frowning, I clicked the 'home' button to reset the page. Again, my fingers typed, ""Sonic the Hedgehog"". This time, I was unable to resist clicking on the first link found. The page loaded, filling my eyes with images of the blue ball of fury. My heart began to race when his head turned toward the screen and he winked at me. With trembling fingers, I reached out and touched his face.
+At first all I felt was the cool screen of the monitor, but then I felt the surge of power under my fingers. ""Static electricity,"" I told myself, yanking my hand from the screen.
+I broke eye contact with Sonic and glanced at the character next to him. Tails stood there staring at me, his two tails wagging. I shook my head, believing I was imagining things. Tails continued staring at me, a smile spreading on his little fox face. He crooked his finger at me. I leaned forward, my nose just inches from the screen. I felt the same powerful surge of energy I'd felt when I touched the screen and would swear I could smell the grass they were standing on.
+I jumped up from my chair and moved away from the computer as fast as I could manage. I stood across the room, at what I thought was a safe distance, and stared at the two animated animals. They winked at me, and then turned their backs. They wiggled their hips, as if trying to entice me with their cartoon butts.
+I laughed out loud and they turned back around, smiles spreading across their faces. ""This is nuts!""
+I reached my hand out and touched the screen, realizing in that moment I had moved back to my computer without being aware of taking a single step. Sonic caught my eye and I became mesmerized by his deep green eyes. I caught myself leaning forward, but I couldn't make myself stop. My lips touched the screen and it seemed to liquefy under them.
+All of a sudden I could not only smell the grass, but I could taste the outdoor air. I felt something wet against my cheek and I heard a male voice whisper, ""Turn the game back on. Come in for a visit.""
+I jerked my head back from the screen, fear and wonder doing battle in my mind. The screen rippled, but didn't solidify and I watched in awe as Sonic's blue hands came through the screen. He cupped my face in his hands and my heart raced.
+""Come play with us. You know you want to.""
+I didn't move... couldn't move. My mouth hung open in shock and Sonic stroked my bottom lip with his thumb.
+""What is your name?"" He asked me in a soft, seductive voice.
+""Minx,"" I choked out, ""Computer people call me Minx."" I was talking to a fucking animated animal. I couldn't believe how far my mind had gone with its fantasy.
+""Minx, how lovely. Come play with me and Tails, Minx."" He said my name in such a soothing, sexy manner that I _wanted_ to go; _wanted_ to forget he wasn't real.
+""How?""
+""All you have to do is turn the video game back on. We'll take care of the rest."" He stroked my lip one more time and let go of my face. Lost in his eyes and the fantasy my mind had conjured, I stood and moved to the television. Without breaking eye contact, I switched the game back on.
+""That a girl. Now, look at the television and let yourself relax."" His voice was hypnotic.
+I nodded and turned to look at the television. Sonic and Tails were on the screen, waving me forward. I took a few steps and then hesitated. I wasn't sure if I was making a wise decision. As a matter of fact, I was pretty sure it was stupid, but I seemed compelled to touch the screen.
+For a moment, the screen under my fingers was cold, but it soon became warm to my touch. The screen lost its solid feel and I felt my hands push through. Warm hands grabbed mine and gave them a gentle tug. I lost my footing and tumbled head first into my television set. Afraid I was about to be cut to ribbons, a squeak of terror escaped my lips. My fear dissolved into wonder as I caught my balance, my feet touching solid ground.
+I looked at my hands and gasped in horror. They were purple! Sonic still held my hands in his blue ones and he was rubbing the backs of them with his thumbs. My gaze shot to his face. He wore a crooked smile.
+""Hi, Minx. Glad you decided to join us.""
+My head felt dizzy. ""I have to sit down. Please?""
+Sonic let go of my hands and helped me sit down, one of his hands on my back, the other under my elbow. ""It's always hard the first time through. It'll get easier.""
+""First time through? You mean other people have done this?""
+""Oh, yes. Plenty of people have. We've been around a while you know.""
+""So I'm not crazy?""
+""Well, yeah; a little crazy, anyway. Not to mention horny."" Sonic winked at me.
+I felt my face fill with heat and knew it had to be as red as a tomato, forgetting that my skin had turned purple. I drew my knees up under my chin, dropped my head between them and wrapped my arms around my legs. ""This can't be happening. You're a cartoon, for Christ's sake.""
+I felt his touch on the back of my head and looked up into his beautiful green eyes. I felt myself becoming lost in his gaze. I watched with fascination as he spoke.
+""Minx, believe it. It's happening. It takes a very special person, and a special set of circumstances, to make this all happen. The most important is finding either Tails or myself sexually attractive.""
+""That's just plain nuts, though!""
+""Nuts or not, it has to be true or you wouldn't be here. You wouldn't have been able to activate the portal without that fact.""
+""God, I can't have sex with you.""
+""Why not?""
+""Besides being a fictional cartoon character?""
+Sonic laughed. ""Yeah, besides that.""
+""You're an animal! That would be bestiality and that's against the rules.""
+Sonic laughed harder. ""Is that all?""
+""Isn't that enough?""
+""Minx, you sexy, sweet little thing, you. We've got that covered. Watch."" Sonic turned to Tails. ""Show her, little buddy.""
+I watched in horrified fascination as Tails began to morph. His body stretched upward, seeming to grow taller. His arms lengthened, his legs thickened; he was becoming... human. My eyes widened when I noticed what had happened to his two tails.
+""Oh my fucking lord!"" I exclaimed. ""He has two cocks!"" Tails wiggled his hips; making his two cocks bounce in tandem. His skin was still a goldenrod color, but there was no mistaking the fact that he was human. I looked into his brown eyes and he winked. I had to laugh. As crazy as this was, as crazy as _I_ was for even contemplating it, the problem had been solved.
+I turned my attention back to Sonic, who had morphed while I had been mesmerized by Tails' transformation. His blue skin was taut across bulging muscles, his cock dangled between his thighs.
+""See? Problem solved.""
+""You're still a cartoon.""
+""So? If you haven't noticed yet, so are you.""
+I looked down at my purple body. Somewhere in the transition, my clothes had disappeared and I was looking at a toned, fit body that most men would drool over. The excess weight was gone. I smiled. My breasts were the same size they had been, but instead of being victims of gravity, they were pert and perky. My smile widened. I lifted my hands to my melon-sized breasts and cupped them.
+I looked up at Sonic and said, ""Thank you.""
+""Don't thank me, Minx, thank yourself. Whatever you have dreamed of becomes reality here.""
+""Come here then."" I patted the ground next to me.
+Sonic sidled over and sat next to me. I took his face between my hands and kissed him with all the pent up passion in my soul. Our tongues danced and my body flooded with desire. He stole my breath and then gave it back. His hands were gentle as they roamed my body. My need to be filled was becoming almost painful.
+A shadow fell across the two of us and I glanced up. Tails was standing in front of us, one cock in each hand and a huge smile on his face. Sonic noticed my diverted attention and followed my gaze. When he saw Tails, he smiled and laid me back on the grass. He lay on one side of me, leaving room for Tails on the other.
+Tails joined us on the grass, cupping my breast in his hand and lowering his face to kiss my nipple. Sonic moved to kiss the other and I groaned, wrapping my fingers in their hair. Tails trailed kisses down my body, as Sonic recaptured my lips with his.
+Tails put his hand on my thigh and encouraged me to open my legs. He moved over my body and positioned his head between my thighs. So light as to be almost imperceptible, his tongue touched my pussy lips and I gasped. Tails pushed his tongue between my lips, touching my clit for the first time. I tried to raise my hips, to encourage greater depth, but he held them immobile.
+Sonic rained kisses all over my upper body, distracting me, for a moment, from what Tails was doing. My attention shifted when Tails' tongue reamed my ass.
+""Oh, that feels good."" I moaned.
+I felt Tails' finger on my asshole and groaned. I could feel the moisture running out of my pussy in a stream. Tails used my juice as lubrication as he continued massaging my asshole, stretching it open little by little.
+Sonic got to his knees, next to my head, and pressed the head of his hard, blue cock to my lips. With a hunger that surprised me, I gobbled his cock as he fucked my face. My lips touched the soft hair around the base of his cock on each inward stroke, surprising me. Under normal circumstances I'd gag on a cock as long and thick as his.
+But, these weren't normal circumstances, were they? I'd allowed myself to be transported to another world; a place where anything was possible.
+Tails' fingers left my asshole and I whimpered my disappointment. A little too soon, as I discovered when I felt his thighs touch mine. I let Sonic's cock slip out of my mouth and watched Tails in fascination. He positioned one cock at the entrance to my asshole and looked at Sonic. Sonic reached over and placed Tails' other cock at the entrance to my pussy. Tails pushed forward, slow and easy. He stopped when he had both of my holes filled. I closed my eyes in complete pleasure.
+""He's got talent, huh?"" Sonic asked, laughter in his voice.
+""Mmhmm,"" I moaned.
+""Minx, you have one more hole to fill,"" Sonic said as he pressed his cock to my lips once more.
+Tails fucked my pussy and ass while Sonic fucked my face. The two of them moved in perfect rhythm. The pressure within my body built to an incredible level, beyond anything I had ever felt before. My toes began to tingle and I knew I wasn't far from climax. I dug the fingers on one hand into the cheeks of Sonic's ass, encouraging him to speed up his thrusts. I wrapped my other hand around his cock, pumping faster and faster.
+I ground my heels into Tails' ass and bucked my hips upward, driving toward orgasm. Both of my animated lovers grunted and pulled out of my holes just as I tumbled over the edge into orgasmic bliss. Warm jets of cum landed on my body and face as I soared through the heavens. Tails rubbed my clit, creating continuous aftershocks of pleasure. Sonic leaned down and licked a drop of cum off my face before kissing me. The taste of his cum was as sweet as sugar, which was a very pleasant surprise.
+When I came down from my euphoric high, I knew it was time to go. I sat up, drew my knees up under my chin, wrapped my arms around them, and sighed. Tails and Sonic sat next to me, both of them stroking my naked back.
+""What's wrong, Minx?"" Sonic asked; his sexy voice still sent shivers down my spine.
+""I have to leave and I don't want to.""
+""You don't have to go.""
+""Yeah, I do. I don't belong here, Sonic."" I could feel the tears welling in my eyes.
+""Aww, don't cry, Minx. You can come back to visit any time you want to.""
+""I don't know how.""
+""All you have to do is say, 'Sonic, I want to come visit' and you'll be here. Your game doesn't even have to be on.""
+""Really?""
+""Yep,"" Tails said, ""we'll be here waiting for you anytime you need us.""
+The tears spilled down my face as I touched their furry faces. My gaze jerked to Sonic's face and then Tails'. They were back to their original forms, hedgehog and fox.
+""What-Why...?"" I stumbled over the question.
+""You don't need for us to be human now, so the transformation ended.""
+""Oh,"" I whispered. I wrapped an arm around each of them and pulled them close. ""I'm going to miss you guys.""
+""We won't be far, Minx. That's a promise.""
+The world around me began to shimmer. My arms were warm, but felt empty. The smell of grass and earth disappeared, to be replaced by the familiar smell of my apartment. The ground beneath me softened, and I realized I was sitting on my couch. Sonic and Tails were gone. I looked at my hands and sighed. They were their normal peach color. I was dressed, the weight had come back, and my breasts were once again victims of gravity.
+A sob escaped my lips and I heard a voice whisper in my ear, ""Anytime you need us, Minx. Now, go write the story.""
+I laughed and did just that."
+321,Virtual Reality: Soul Calibur,MrsDeathlynx,Chain Stories,2007-06-12,2007-06-12,2022-01-08 03:56:45,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/virtual-reality-soul-calibur,Daisy encounters Soul Calibur's notorious pirates.,"['Celebrities', 'Cunnilingus', 'Doggy Style', 'Fanfiction', 'M/F Sex', 'Pirates', 'Renaissance', 'Soul Calibur Fanfic']",4.67,"_Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction based on the characters in the video game: Soul Calibur. I make no claims of ownership towards these characters, only the twisted things they do in this story belong to me. If you find this story on any site except Literotica, it has been stolen from me, MrsDeathlynx and I would appreciate you letting me know! Enjoy the story, and remember: Feedback is crack for writers!_
+Daisy woke up to a strange feeling, it wasn't a totally unfamiliar feeling, but it wasn't exactly something she was used to either. Up and down, back and forth, rocking and swaying. She had no clue what was going on, no clue where she was. But when she opened her eyes one thing was clear: she wasn't in her livingroom any more.
+Barely managing to stand she would look down upon herself, a look of confusion appearing on her face. The white shirt she was wearing hung off her shoulders, some sort of an elastic band keeping it on but not too tightly. At the same time she could feel that her mid-section was restricted, barely able to see it the black material could be nothing but a half bodice.
+The skirt she was wearing was free flowing, of course it did help that there were multiple tears in the fabric it was comprised of. Why was she wearing an outfit like this? It wasn't quite Renaissance Faire season, but to her that's what it seemed to be based on appearances alone. She had also never been so unsteady on her feet, which was made evident with the first step forward that she tried to make.
+Down to her knees she fell, not only unsteady on her feet but she had also felt something pull on her ankles. Her knees had hit hard, enough to make her let out a grunt that was noticeable to those guarding the door to her room. Her ankles suddenly felt strange, without being able to turn around her hands would reach back, her eyes going wide once she realized what was going on: she had somehow been captured as she slept.
+""I see you are now awake, that is a good thing indeed."" She heard the gruff voice speaking before she saw him, her eyes going even more wide when she saw him.
+Even upon first glance she knew that this man was not normal, there was something about him that would make her shudder. At first she wasn't able to put her finger on it, it wasn't his grey hair or his pasty skin but something else entirely. While her eyes focused on his chest she noticed something, not a single once in the span of 30 seconds did it rise and fall, which meant that the man before her was not alive but undead.
+""You're..."" The hoarse whisper would exit her throat, barely able to form the words as she was completely shocked at the sight before her as well as her situation.
+""I am Cervantes,"" he spoke as he crouched down. ""As you have probably guessed I may walk among the living but I am no longer one of them."" A rough chuckle would escape his lips, the grin that formed directly after enough to send chills up the poor woman's spine.
+As if the grin wasn't enough he would place one of his pasty hands beneath her chin, the coldness of his flesh causing her to visually shudder. Forcing her to look into his eyes by lifting her chin he would continue to grin, yet another thing that made her feel the incredibly creepy aura of this man. This man scared her and he could tell, something that only seemed to make him grin even more.
+""You will tell me what is it that I wish to know and you will do it promptly or else you shall meet a fate that none survive."" After speaking he would rather roughly grip her chin, then thrust his hand forward. This would throw her head to the side, but she would grit her teeth in order to keep from grunting as the action had brought her some pain.
+""You have two options, either you tell me what I need to know or you be in pain. If it goes too far you will walk the plank, sinking straight down to Davy Jones Locker."" His gruff voice would then chuckle, as if he was amused by the idea of all of this. He had no idea that she knew absolutely nothing, hell she didn't even know what he wanted her to tell him.
+""I don't know what you're talking about, one minute I'm sitting at home and the next minute I'm here."" She didn't normally do this but in this situation she pleaded with him, turning her head to look to him with her eyes begging him to realize that she was telling the truth.
+""For some reason I don't believe ye, but I'll give ye one more chance before the real fun begins."" Without even looking he would reach off to his side, grabbing the red hot poker and pointing it at her. ""Where did he hide it?"" It was clear by the tone of his voice that he was getting frustrated, she couldn't believe that he thought that she knew.
+""Please, I swear I don't know. I don't even know what you are talking about, I have no clue who he is or what he hid. Please I swear on my own life, you have to believe me!"" As she struggled to get up she would beg, her voice shaky as she made her attempt to plead with the man. But the only thing it made him do was get even more frustrated, at which point he would motion for one of his men to do his thing.
+Rather roughly she could feel her hair being grabbed, then her head would be yanked back just as roughly. Once more she found herself clenching her teeth, a tear coming to her eye as she prepared herself for torture. She thought she would be able to look at the man, however the creepy look on his face was enough to scare her. She knew he was going to do it, her eyes closing as she prepared herself.
+""Which port were ye in when ye dropped off the sword, wench!?"" This time he was yelling at her, the poker creeping closer and closer to her shoulder.
+""I don't..."" The searing hot poker would then pierce the cloth of her upper right arm, she couldn't even finish her sentence.
+The only thing she could do was let out a scream, an almost blood curdling scream. But this didn't make him stop, in fact this seem to fuel him on. Just as suddenly as it had pierced her flesh it would pull out, the smell of her own flesh burning enough to make her want to vomit. While she would gag she wouldn't do it, she was trying to be strong but coming extremely close to failing.
+""The location of the sword or yer life, the choice be up to ye. I know ye been with him when he was at port, my eyes may be old but they don't be playin' tricks on me."" With his foot he would lift her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes as he waited. This action alone would make her shudder, something that made him laugh.
+She had opened her mouth to speak, but before any sound could come out he seemed to grow tired of this little game. Though it had only started it was clear that the undead man before her was out of patience, the hot poker again once more piercing her flesh. This time it would slide between her collar bone and the muscle above it, once more causing her to let out a scream.
+Tears would stream down her face as this cruel man put her through pain, a pain unlike anything else she had ever felt before. This time she couldn't resist, the smell from her burning flesh was way too much for her to handle. Just as he was pulling out the poker her head would turn in the opposite direction, her body expelling the contents of her stomach right onto the floor of his brig.
+""I don't think she be knowin' where Kilik or the sword are boss,"" the man would pause at the death glare that Cervantes was giving him. ""But that's just me thoughts, she don't be lookin' like she be able to give ye any more information.""
+""I think ye be right, prepare the plank for she be walkin' it shortly."" Cervantes would grin, though he was enjoying bringing her pain he had more important things to deal with right now and she wasn't one of them.
+""Please, I don't know what you are talking about. I don't want to walk the plank..."" Before she could finish what she was saying she would get a smack to the face, her pleading eyes not making a bit of difference with this cruel and heatless man.
+While the man hurried off to do as the captain said, Cervantes would crouch in front of Daisy, he lifted her chin with the now cooled poker but it still left a slight burn under her chin. He looked her right in the eyes, almost as if staring into her soul. Not a word would be said, he knew this woman would not tell him what he wanted to know, mostly because he could tell by the look in her eyes that she didn't know.
+""Get up wench, it be the plank for ye whether ye like it or not."" The pale man spoke as he stood, not a single bit of compassion in his voice.
+She was extremely shaky as she stood, she barely managed to get herself up on her feet. The pain was unbearable, but still somehow she managed to do just as she was told. Maybe it was because she knew that if she didn't things would be worse for her, perhaps it was for another reason. None of that mattered though, for soon enough she would be fish food.
+As if she wasn't walking fast enough, there was the poker at her back, prodding her along and getting her to walk a little more quickly. Nothing was wrong with her legs, but both of her arms were in great pain and she was quickly losing energy. But that didn't stop her from walking from the brig to the deck, the stairs up incredibly difficult as she had not had the shackles removed from around her ankles.
+""It's the plank for ye wench, straight down to Davey Jones Locker."" The crew of his ship cheered, it was obvious that no one was going to help her. Little did she know there was a ship in the distance, one that kept watch on Cervantes ship closely.
+She was poked one more time in the back as she arrived at the plank, the poker now completely cooled off but caused her pain still as it seemed to hit a nerve. It had also pierced her skin a few times, and left drops of blood on the back of her shirt and her bodice. The board that was beneath her feet was extremely unsteady, the shackles removed just as she made it to the plank, she felt the wood bounce up and down as she took her first few steps.
+Obscenities were screamed at her, not just curse words but phrases speaking of what the men would like to do to her. This made Daisy shudder, perhaps walking the plank would be preferable to the treatment that she would surely receive if she remained on this ship. Making up her mind she would stop her hesitation, taking the necessary steps before her body would fall out of site.
+The sounds of cheering pirates were not heard, as her body fell into the water and was completely enveloped. As best as she could she kicked her feet, not having much strength at this point to do so. Upon arriving back to the surface, her wounds stung from the saltwater, the ship had already turned and started leaving. That's when she knew she was doomed, that's when she knew that her fate was sealed by the cruel man Cervantes.
+What she hadn't counted on was the other ship, the one that slowly crept toward her. Maxi had to be careful, with the woman at stake he couldn't risk a confrontation with Cervantes. It was a risk just to rescue her, but it was a calculated risk and he wouldn't be a very good pirate if he didn't take them. He could see her struggle through the spyglass, he knew he didn't have much time.
+As they drew closer to the woman, he would remove his shirt, which left his pants on as he dove headfirst into the water. The crew on the ship was already prepared, ready to bring the two of them back onboard. As quickly as he could, he swam to her, not at all bothered by the waves that seemed to crash down around them. It wasn't long before he had her in his clutches, but before she could get a good look at him, her world went black.
+Finally she would wake up, laying in the bed of the man that had rescued her. Her torso was incredibly sore, at first so much so that she couldn't even open her eyes. As she tried to sit up she would grunt in pain, letting out a louder grunt as she would fall back down to the bed. It was then that she heard the chuckle, not the mocking or cruel chuckle of Cervantes but one of genuine amusement.
+""Don't go so fast, if you do you're going to bust the stitches that had to be put in your wounds. Lucky for you the hot poker cauterized your wounds so there will be little, if any, risk of infection."" The voice was soft as he spoke, the bed sunk as he would sit down beside where she lay.
+""I couldn't really save your clothes, at least not your shirt and your skirt. The bodice just looked too good on you not to keep."" It was at this point that she opened her eyes, looking up to him as he chuckled. Like the man before, this one seemed familiar, at least visually. But she couldn't put her finger on it, she couldn't place it until she saw the nunchaku that draped from his belt.
+""Oh my god..."" The whispered words were barely heard, although it did make Maxi chuckle. ""You're Maxi and you rescued me from Cervantes."" She shuddered as she spoke the second name, as she realized just what he had been looking for.
+""At least we know there is no fever, means we can get you cleaned up."" He would smile as he stood, offering her a hand to help her up.
+She knew he was a pirate, but still her fondness for him told her to trust him. From what she had read on the web and seen in the game she knew that he had a code, unlike the man who captured her before. She was in a dream, but still it all felt so real. The pain, the soreness, the feel of the soft sheets beneath her. Never had a dream been so vivid, but to her there was no other explanation.
+""This must be a dream, it has to be."" She would whisper to herself, the faint hint of chuckling heard as she felt her hand being taken.
+Gently the hand that held hers had risen, which lifted her hand along in the process. The motions were kept slow, only to make sure that she did not end up straining something in the process. He had a grin on his face, only because he knew what he had planned to help her relax. Sure it served multiple purposes, not just for her but for him, but he had the feeling that the both of them would end up enjoying it immensely.
+""You can do it, I have to get ready myself."" He spoke when she finally stood, at which point she realized that she wasn't wearing any clothes and her body was his to view.
+Her cheeks turned a soft shade of red, arms came up and crossed over her chest to cover it. It had always been a hangup for her, for some reason she would rather someone see her naked from the waist down, her chest was definitely a source of self-consciousness for her. Her head had then bowed, as if that would help to hide the blush.
+He chuckled as he saw the blush, at which point her hand was ever so softly brought up to his lips. Gently they touched the back of her hand, not just a quick brush of the lips but a lingering kiss. To him he was making a promise, to him he was trying to seduce her and possibly even get her to relax. He took a few steps back, his arm extended until the point that their hands were separated.
+This action revealed part of her chest, her untouched hand had barely been enough to cover her areolae and nipples. To this he had grinned, to this she had blushed a bit more deeply. Still, he did not turn around. Instead, his arms would fold across his well sculpted chest and a smirk crossed his lips.
+""Has anyone ever told you that you are more cute when you blush?"" He meant it. Sure part of him had just been looking for the smoothness of the comment but the rest of him definitely meant it.
+Before she could react he had already turned around, which meant he didn't get the chance to see her cheeks had turned quite a bit more red. She looked down to her right hand, something was missing; her wedding band. This seemed a little odd to her, but at the same time it was a dream, it had to be because she never thought that anyone like the man stripping before her would have any interest in her whatsoever.
+It hadn't taken much for his pants to fall to the floor, the belt he had been wearing was more like a sash and when it came off so did the pants. Daisy found herself staring at him from behind, she always did have a thing for a man's ass. She watched him lift one foot and then the other as he slowly slipped into the tub, her head turned so that she would not see anything that she did not think it her right to see.
+""The water's warm, come on in."" As he had spoken he would adjust himself, which would allow for the strange woman to slip in and come to rest between his legs.
+She had no idea how it had gotten there, what seemed even more strange was the fact that apparently the water was not cold. When she looked at the tub she tilted her head, the tub was definitely large enough for the both of them. But what was it doing in the captain's quarters of a pirate ship? Daisy shook her head and sighed, her feet would then start to slowly carry her body closer and closer to the tub in front of her and the man in it.
+He could tell that she was nervous, which meant that he had to turn on the charm. Usually it was just a matter of giving the woman a kiss and she was putty in his arms, but this one seemed a little too conservative for that. Not to mention she was injured still, he knew he would have to be much more careful with all of his actions.
+His eyes never left her body as he watched her walk toward the tub. He tried to make it not so obvious that he felt the need to look at every bit of her. It had taken him years of practice to perfect such a technique, but at this point he was a master. To her it had simply seemed as if he was looking into her eyes the whole time, but for him his eyes had drank in every part of her female form.
+She opened her mouth as if to say something upon her arrival at the tub, but no words would come out. Both hands came up and covered her face, to hide the embarrassment that clearly shown upon her cheeks. But then once more she felt her hand taken into his, which he would use to slowly guide her into the tub in front of him.
+She couldn't help but to shiver as she felt it, both of his hands had carefully come to rest on her hips as if to guide her down to a sitting position. It took his effort and strength to keep her from losing her balance and just fall down, his well muscled arms were used to guide her until she sat between his legs in front of him. Once more she found herself covering her chest, it wasn't like he could see her breasts, she was facing away from him after all.
+""Let me just get some soap and I'll wash your back."" When he said this his lips were dangerously close to her ear, the feel of his hot breath against her neck very definitely a pleasant sensation.
+She knew he was trying to seduce her, but damn if he wasn't doing a good job. She looked down at her right hand, though she knew it should be there it wasn't. Had something gone horribly wrong? But then she remembered, this was only a dream, one hell of a good dream but a dream none the less.
+His left hand would remain on her hip, the right hand reached out and rubbed softly against the bar of soap. He didn't want to lather it much, but he had to keep the appearance of having actually done it. As she had felt his hand on her back Daisy would close her eyes, leaned forward just slightly so that even the small of her back would be a little exposed.
+His hands then started to roam, the fingertips of his left gently caressing her side while the hand remained still and the right would slowly trace up and down her spine. She shivered as he did this, not because the water had started to grow cold but she could feel the start of her need behind begin to build. It was a familiar need, one she knew exactly what it meant, but one he could tell that she would be hesitant to fulfill.
+Maxi's hand that had been roaming stopped, ending up resting on her shoulder. With a gentle pressure he would pull her back, which would cause her to lean against him. He could feel a little resistance, but once she got close enough he would lean forward. Before he had even said anything she could feel his hot breath against her neck and ear, her eyes remained closed even then.  
+""I know just what you need and I can give it to you."" The seductive whisper was almost like music to her ears, as she would then lean back he could feel her shiver. ""Just relax, it won't do if you are tense.""
+She did relax a little, however not completely. She still had thoughts of another man on her mind, the one that she had vowed to be faithful to and spend the rest of her life with. In a way Maxi's sweetness, whether pretend or real, reminded her of him. That fact alone would make the decision even harder for her, did she give in or did she resist the temptation of the man that sat right behind her?
+""You're beautiful, did you know that?"" His words in her ear would bring her back to reality, or rather this reality that she seemed to be in right now. As he was speaking his hand would shift, once more gliding down her back and being placed on her hip.
+   ""I'm sure you have seen more beautiful than I..."" As she leaned her head back to rest on his shoulder she whispered to him, not very confident in herself.
+""A different kind of beautiful."" She heard the words, but before she could reply she suddenly became very distracted.
+His left hand would glide around her front, slowly traced her flesh until he could cup one of her breasts. Slowly he started to kneed it, not yet touching her nipple as his lips would place soft and tender kisses on her neck. His other hand was also busy, slid around her other side. This one however worked its way down, it slid toward the front as the other one did but its target was definitely different.
+""I shouldn't be doing this."" Even as she spoke there were hints of moans in her words, the woman tried to hold herself back as if she wasn't supposed to enjoy this.
+She would hear him chuckle softly, which caused a slight vibration in her neck as he would continue his kisses. He continued to massage the underside of her breast, now allowing for his thumb to occasionally brush against her now pert nipple. The index of his other finger traced soft and gentle circles right above her trimmed hair, the motion aimed to tease her without directly stimulating her.
+""Did you not say that this was a dream?"" This time when she heard his whisper she felt his warm breath on his neck, as if he had kissed his way up. The only thing he heard in response was a light moan, half in protest and half in enjoyment. ""You yourself said it was only a dream, you know who I am so it's not like I'm a stranger."" Just as he said this his finger would glide down between her lips and rubbed softly over her clit, to work it's way down her slit.
+She felt him tease her, his seductive voice whispered sweetly into her ear. He had a point but still she was hesitant, though quickly her resolve started to melt. Her moan in reaction to his newer action wasn't soft, it wasn't sweet, it was almost needy. Hearing that only made him grin, his eyes shifted so that he could see her face.
+""Only a dream."" As he said this he kissed along her jaw line, as he saw her cheeks turn red and felt her resolve start to melt he could not help but to grin. At this point the tip of his finger would slide far enough down her slit to probe her opening, her hips shifted just enough to force the very tip of it to slide in and tease her depths.
+""I've dreamed before, nothing like this, nothing so real."" He could feel her body tense, Daisy had started to fight his teases more. The muscles of her canal would clench around the tip of his finger, her thighs closed as if to stop the teasing down there and her head turned away from him as if she did not want to look at him. ""Please Maxi, this is just a fantasy and I need..."" She was almost begging him, yet at the same time she needed him.
+""Then why not fulfill your fantasy? Why not let yourself go and see what pleasure your dreams can give you?"" His words interrupted hers, not only did he now know but the thought of being a woman's fantasy only further fueled his desire for her.
+Even she could not deny what he said, if it was a fantasy then why should she not just give in? She thought on it for a moment, not very long at all, then realized that there was no reason for her not to. It seemed that his questions cleared her mental confusion, cleared her mental insecurities about this whole thing. When he felt the change in her, his lips would curl into a grin, her body pulled closer to his.
+""Just relax, we'll both enjoy it more that way."" His words were whispered into her ear, once more he had begun to kiss down her jaw line and to her neck.
+He used his teasing to pull her against him. His finger slid inside of her as her backside was now firmly rested against his front. Her head would come to tilt back, to rest on his shoulder as her eyes would slide to a close. She felt him behind her, his firm manhood rested almost perfectly between her cheeks.
+Slowly his finger slid in and out of her canal, his palm rubbed against the sensitive bud between her lips. Even though they were underwater he could feel the moistness of her canal, a moan escaped her lips as he would continue his caresses and fondling. He wanted to just take her, take care of his primal needs, but he also wanted her to enjoy it.
+What he did was torture to her, not the same kind of torture she had felt at the hands of Cervantes but a completely different type of torture. This was pleasurable, he brought her close though never close enough to get her to orgasm. Then would come the ultimate test, the test to see if she was truly ready for what he had planned.
+As his one finger had slid out of her the tip of it had curled, it brushed against that spot that all women had. Maxi would then slowly drag the finger he had been using inside of her up her slit, which allowed it to rub softly against her clit. Just as she moaned in response she felt his lips against his neck, softly whispered to her.
+""I think you're going to like this, though my hope is that you like what comes after much more."" His voice was definitely seductive, but he wouldn't give her a chance to comment back.
+Rather suddenly she felt it. Instead of one finger slid quickly into her canal it was now two. Under the water of the tub his palm would rub against her sensitive nub, her hips would slink forward a little as if her body had made a request for him to go deeper. It had been an instinctive reaction more than anything, her body totally gave in to him and relaxed as much as it could in its pre-orgasmic state.
+But just as quickly as the fingers had done that they withdrew. Maxi brought them to his lips he would suck them clean and moan. The water hadn't washed off her taste, in fact it was quite sweet to him. Behind her she could feel him pulse with desire, they both knew how badly he wanted her. He could only guess how badly she wanted him, but if her desire was half of his then there would be absolutely no issue with what he was about to do.
+His hands would be placed on her thighs, his body leaned forward as they would trace down her legs. Once they got midway down her shins he would encourage her to bend them to the side, Daisy shivered as her breasts would touch the cooling water. Once her legs were near to tucked under her his hands would trace back up, this time placed upon her hips.
+Forward and up he would guide her, until she finally ended up kneeling and her hands placed on the edge of the tub in front of her. With some adjustment this put him in a kneeling position as well, not small but firm ass right in front of him. That wasn't what he was interested in though, he was more interested in the womanhood beneath it. It took quite a bit of control for him to not just thrust right into her, especially as he would take himself into his hand and rub the very tip of his member against her slick opening.
+Instantly she tensed, this was something she couldn't do under normal circumstances, at least not in reality. This made her a little concerned, she could not help but wonder if he would stop at her request. Her thought process did not go unnoticed, in fact he could tell just based on the position her back had changed to that she had become unsure of this once more.
+""Do not worry, this will be as good for you as it is for me."" He leaned forward and kissed the back of his neck, still rubbing himself against her. ""If not I promise that I will make it up to you."" As he said this he would lean back until he was knelt again, his freehand would softly trace down the center of her spine.
+He was careful as his hips pushed forward a little, his hand used to guide him until the tip of him was actually inside of her. He could not help but to let out a groan, she felt so good around him already that he did not know how long he would be able to last. It took a bit of restraint on his part to place his hands on her hips and not push himself deeper, he wanted to take the first part of this nice and slow.
+She moaned as he would slowly push a little more in and pull out, despite being highly aroused she was still a little tight and one thrust in would hurt her. His moans were not contained either. In fact, with each little bit that he slid inside they would become louder and deeper. Inch by inch he would slide in and out, her muscles occasionally tensed before relaxing around him which would in turn cause him to throb. But finally it happened: he buried himself inside of her with his hips pressing against her backside.
+Not a single moment of pain, usually she could feel a stabbing pain in her abdomen, but this time there was not even the slightest hint of that. This made her relax, he watched as her back straightened and lost its tense state. This made him grin, he then let go of her hip with his right hand and trailed his hand both up and down her spine. It caused her to shiver, her muscles tensed around him and caused him to moan.
+Slowly at first he would start sliding in and out of her. His motions left just the tip of his manhood inside of her. She felt so good around him, with each stroke his desire increased, with each stroke the pleasure would build inside of him. He was not the only one that felt the pleasure, she too could feel him in a way she had never been able to enjoy a man before.
+Just as being teased beforehand was a form of torture, so were his slow thrusts. Her head bowed down, and her chest heaved ever so slightly as she could feel herself slip deeper into the moment. He kept his motions slow, which let him enjoy the incredible feeling of it all. They could both feel themselves build just as slowly as the thrusts, however this quickly became too much for her to handle.
+When she felt him pull back she prepared herself, her body wanted to feel release and she knew that this way was only going to bring her to the brink of one. It was as this motion occurred that she would test something, her body pulled forward to see how much leeway he had given to her. She now knew that his hands had been placed on her hips more for lack of something to do, the only time she felt his grip tighten was when only his head remained inside of her. At which point he would tighten his grip, which prevented her from causing him to pull out all the way.
+Without any warning she pushed her body back, her backside suddenly met his hips with a slapping sound. The two of them would moan loudly in unison, the pleasure from such a moment forced the two of their bodies to pause. Maxi hadn't at all expected this, but her taking some form of control turned him on even more. It was then that he made the decision, if she wanted more then she was going to get it.
+Once more he would slowly pull himself almost all the way out, the two of them shivered in delight. She felt his hands more firmly grip her hips, not only did he thrust forward but he also pulled her back. A couple of times this was done, each time it would take less encouragement for him to get her to push back against him. Slow out, quick and sudden in, as the steady rhythm was set the water around their legs would ripple and slam against their bodies as well as the edge of the tub.
+His grip on her hips would relax after about half a dozen strokes of the rhythm, their bodies worked in perfect unison for the same cause. Her muscles would start to dully pulsate around him, in response his member would throb as if trying to meet each pulse of her body and please her. It was not that the two of them had gone without for a while, it was the fact that she had finally accepted this was one of her fantasies come true, and he knew how to let go and enjoy himself, that caused the two of them to soon react.
+He became shaky as he felt it coming on, the delightful pulse of her muscles pushed his body further into the pleasure. Her thigh muscles would shiver, her back arched upward as if pointed toward the ceiling of his cabin. When it happened all would stop, his hips met with her backside and all that would pass by his cabin hearing the sound of their release.
+The both of them cried out in pleasure, not calling out the others name but a primal groan that was a prelude to the physical reaction. Her muscles would pulse rapidly around him as he swelled and then throbbed, their chests heaved in and out rapidly. His seed would then fill her, the final signal of his release and the feeling that pushed her into one of her own.
+Since their motions had stopped, the feeling would come to an end rather quickly, the two of them left satisfied but at the same time wanting more. His touch became more firm, his hands held her steady as he would pull himself back until he was able to be seated once more in the tub. She did not move, instead she would stay in that position. Their combined fluids leaked from her, running down her thighs.
+""I think someone enjoyed themselves more than they were expecting."" He chuckled, his right hand reaching forward and tracing her slit all the way to her sensitive bud. Daisy would only moan in response, then let her body too fall back into a sitting position against his.
+Reaching forward his hand would once more come to her womanhood, although only partially for the purpose that she would probably imagine. Softly he rubbed down her slit, only the very tip of his finger entering her canal. She did moan a few times, her muscles clenched as she found this very teasing. But he needed to do it for what he had planned, if he was going to please her then he wanted her to be at least mostly clean of his fluids, though he was more than willing to get a taste of hers.
+""Out of the tub my dear lady, it is time I show you how a pirate takes care of his woman."" She heard him whisper into her ear as Maxi's hand left her body, once more hands were placed upon her hips as he would help to guide her to a standing position.
+After she rose he would slowly begin the process of rising, hands left on her hips though not for balance. It started at her tail bone, soft and tender kisses placed along her spine. This caused his body, when he rose enough, to brush against her back. The goose bumps that formed as a reaction could easily be felt by the naked man. Once he reached the base of her skull he started with her right shoulder, kissed his way to the left and then back to the nearest ear.
+""Shall we?"" His hands left her side, first one foot and then the other stepped out of the tub, his hand offered to help her with her balance if she so desired and needed it.
+She stepped out onto the bare wooden floors, the water dripped from their bodies and formed a puddle underneath the two of them. He did not even have plans to dry them off, that would take too much time. If he had not known just what he wanted it may have been different, but he had gotten a small taste of how her body reacted and wanted to push it to the breaking point.
+She looked up to him, a little unsure about where this was going to end up going next, still part of her fought the fact that she found pleasure with this man. She had not long to think about it before he would once more act, his hands found suddenly on the small of her back as he pulled their bodies to press together. Next came his lips against hers, no time given for her to recover the strong and dominating motion.
+Eyes closed, heads tilted so that their noses did not brush, bodies pressed together as need radiated from the both of them. It was not one leading the kiss, but the two of them seeming to know just what the other wanted. As their mouths opened and their tongues touched the two of them would shiver, more sweet moans escaped the lips only this time muffled and into the kiss.
+Slowly he would begin to guide her, steps taken to not only turn her around but lead her toward his goal; the bed. That was where he intended their night to continue, that was where he intended for their night to end. She felt the edge of the bed behind her at about mid thigh, though she was not forced against it in a rough manner. His left hand shifted, softly it would grip her neck while the other one would support the small of her back for his next motion that would soon be carried out.
+The kiss continued as he carefully leaned her back, his hands would guide her body so that she need not concern herself too much with balance or where she was to go. He used the feel of the bed against the hand on the small of her back to allow him to know where she was on the bed, he had to make sure that she ended up with her backside barely on the bed. Even while he was doing this their tongues would entwine, not dancing a dance but playing a game of cat and mouse with him as the cat and her as the mouse.
+Her body fully back against the bed he broke the kiss. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she wanted more and had not yet gotten enough. But before she could lift her head in an attempt to kiss him once more his lips were at her jaw, softly pressed against her flesh. She felt him trace a path down her jaw at first, then her neck, then her shoulder and finally down her chest until he would reach her breasts.
+He had felt something strange there before during his previous teasing, however now he got a chance to see it. Through each of her nipples was a piece of metal, a ball at each end to hold it in. Though he had seen many things before this was new to him, but then again he had seen piercings before so it wasn't completely foreign. But perhaps a little test was in order, one that he was all too happy to conduct.
+As he looked up to her the thumb of his right hand would brush across her left nipple, his motion a side to side motion from one ball to the other. The lower half of her body would press upwards, her eyes slid to a close as she let out a soft and barely audible moan. His lips then found her right nipple, instead of teasing it with his tongue as he was the other one with his finger, he decided to give her two totally separate sensations. Lips locked around the nipple and the barbell through it, gently at first but then his suction would pull the nipple more firmly into his mouth.
+He loved the sound that she produced, her moans were like sweet music of encouragement to his ears. Her body was so responsive, trying to arch her back and causing her stomach to press against his chest. After a moment he would switch, his left hand going to her right nipple and his lips suctioned around her left nipple. He had to remind himself that while this was play time there was a purpose, one he quickly became eager to bring about.
+He had planned to kiss his way down her body, however the smell of her arousal made him only want to taste it and as a result hastened his actions. He let go of her nipple with a pop-like sound, his hands slid down her body until they came to her knees. He would then spread her legs, before she knew it his tongue had started tracing up and down her womanhood. Already her thighs quivered in anticipation, her feet unable to touch the floor and, because of the position, it left her completely helpless.  
+The index fingers of each hand would be used to part her shaven lips from around her sensitive nub, thumbs used to part them from around her opening. He had not done nearly as much teasing this time around, but then again he knew she had almost come down from her high and did not want to give her the chance to do so completely. So immediately his tongue began its assault, the bud of her womanhood being flicked quickly.
+With each flick of his tongue came a flinch of her muscles, not because she did not like it but quite the opposite. It was an intense pleasure that caused her muscles to react in such a way, a way that encouraged him. Once he saw the visual of her and the way she reacted to pleasure he himself would react, his member started to come to life once more to attest to his own arousal and his own need.
+His thumbs felt the moisture that would once more begin to drip from her, only this time it was not diluted by the water so he got the full effect of it. His tongue slid down her opening, as he tasted her the two of them moaned; him because he was pleased and her because she was being brought to the brink once more. He decided not to let her off easy, instead he decided to give her all he could all at once.
+She felt his lips latch onto her and pull her bud further from its hiding place as his hands shifted. This caused her to moan deeply, even more so as his thumbs started to rub against her opening. This brought her close near instantly, the pressure against both sensitive areas increased the pleasure tenfold for her. Yet at the same time his face was not pressed against her, but just close enough so that he could get enough grip to suckle her bud.
+He felt it but had no time to react, her hands had reached down and came to rest on his head. Just as he could feel her muscles tense he could feel her grip, at the same time his head would be pushed down closer to her womanhood. As she moaned she felt it, his mouth pulled her bud deeper into his mouth as he suckled more firmly. This was it, just what she needed to be sent over the edge.
+Her reaction was stronger than before, her body writhed as he continued his ministrations. Her muscles clenched and released, her mouth let loose a scream of pleasure as her orgasm began but changed into loud moans as he forced her body to continue. Down his chin he could feel the moisture of her release flow, a grin on his lips when he finally decided that she had enough and pulled back.
+As he stood he noticed that her eyes were closed, her body still quivered in pleasure as he knew she was feeling the aftershocks. He had planned on doing something else, however his body and mind screamed at him to just take her. His member now hard, he decided to do just that, this time he did not give her a moments pause.
+Suddenly she felt him thrust forward, his member once more filled her canal. One quick stroke and he was all the way in, his chest almost heaved as hers was. Instead of his hands placed upon her hips, as he had done before, he did something different. They went to her knees before he pulled them up to end up with the back of them rested against his chest. Not moving inside of her his member pulsed, because of her feet being where they were it caused her canal to tighten around him and the two of them moaned with pleasure.
+Her world then became a blur, his hips pulled back and then thrust forward until his hips would once more meet hers. It could not be distinguished whether her orgasm continued, intensified or began anew, but whatever it was it felt incredible for the both of them. Her tight canal would milk his member, he felt himself squeezed just as rapidly as he could pull in and push out. He was careful not to go too quick, but with his pleasure building, he was not sure how long he could last.
+What seemed like a few moments was actually quite a few minutes, their moans filled the air of the cabin and could even be heard outside. The drops of water that had covered them were now drops of sweat, the purpose of their bath defeated as their bodies were coated with the new moisture. He continued to push her body to its limits, what he did not realize was that he pushed his own beyond its restraints while trying to hold back.
+Suddenly the explosion came, his member swelled within her and caused her yet another orgasm. His body could not take it any more, soon his hips slammed against her and his seed released. The two of them would both arch their backs, chests heaved in and out as they panted. Neither of them had the strength to go on, instead with weakened knees he stood there inside of her, forced to wait until their bodies would come down from the intense pleasure of their orgasms.
+He let go of her legs, he let them drop, as he watched her finally open her eyes. She saw him look down to her with a grin on his face, an arm came up to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Her head dropped back down, her eyes closed as she concentrated on trying to get her breath back. She felt his warm arms wrap around her, his chest pressing to hers as he lifted her up rather easily.
+He did not even bother to move the covers, instead he would climb onto the bed with her in his arms and allow her to lay on top of him with himself still inside of her. That was when her world went black, her body brought to the limit so far that she could not recover properly from the encounter. The last thing she heard as she felt her body once more involuntarily moved to lay beside him was the whisper in her ear, she could tell just based on the sound of his voice that he was grinning.
+""How could something so incredible be a dream?""
+ _Copyright June 2007 by MrsDeathlynx_"
+322,A Visit During Chemotherapy,pacifist91w,Chain Stories,2014-05-27,2014-05-27,2022-01-08 03:45:47,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/a-visit-during-chemotherapy,A woman's daughter meets a cancer patient.,"['Chemotherapy', 'Clinic', 'Coping', 'Gay', 'Girl-Girl', 'Lesbian', ""Ste. Vivienne'S""]",4.2,"**Ste. Vivienne's Clinic: ""A visit during chemotherapy""**
+ _Note: This fictional story is intended only to entertain adult readers. If you aren't legally old enough to do so, please do not read it. This story contains offensive language and a brief scene of lesbian sex._
+^V^V^
+Marissa wasn't home. I knew exactly where she was. She was at Ste. Vivienne's Clinic, keeping Sosette company.
+I felt bad for Sosette. I did. But she was a girl with issues. Partly because of that, I didn't want my daughter near her except during school and at home. Marissa knew this, of course, but she went to see Sosette every chance she got.
+Sosette had been diagnosed with a carcinoma on her lower colon at 14. She'd gotten chemo, surgery, and radiation and the cancer had gone into remission. Later, she'd been pronounced cancer-free. During that time, my daughter had been a 13-and-a-half-year-old volunteering at the children's hospital. Marissa had met Sosette and the two of them had become friends.
+Since Sosette had missed a year of school, she'd returned in the same grade as my Marissa. From that point, the two had begun taking classes together, picking the same extra-curricular activities, going on double-dates...heck, everything.
+Three months after she'd turned 18, Sosette had been diagnosed with cancer again. The doctors had caught it early, but it meant more time in hospitals and clinics for the poor girl. She'd had successful surgery right away, but there was chemo ahead.
+Then I'd learned from Marissa how dramatic Sosette's home life was. Her mom and step-dad fought a lot, occasionally to the point of punching, kicking, biting, and scratching. Her older brother often drank and got high on whatever he could find and/or steal. He wasn't often at Sosette's house, but when he was, he brought two or three of his friends. Sosette didn't feel safe then. At least a couple of times, she'd seen one of them brandishing a gun.
+When I'd invited Sosette to stay at our apartment, she and Marissa had jumped at the opportunity. The day before she'd turned 19, she'd said good-bye to her mom and come to live with us. (We threw her a nice little birthday party. She and Marissa had looked so happy and content!) Luckily, she was still covered by her mother's medical insurance; her chemo wasn't quite complete yet.
+One night after dinner, I'd seen Sosette washing the dishes and Marissa drying them. That had been when I'd noticed the just-healing cuts on Sosette's forearms.
+Less than a month later, I'd gotten out of bed very late when my phone had begun vibrating noisily on the top of my dresser. Since I was up anyway, I'd gone to the bathroom for a glass of water and heard a sound I'd recognized immediately. Sosette and Marissa were both in Marissa's room, having ""intimate relations.""
+A lesbian was sticking her fingers inside my sweet little girl; I wasn't happy with this development! I waited until the weekend to talk to Marissa alone. I had told her that I knew she and Sosette had had sex and that I didn't want them doing so under my roof. I also told Marissa that because she saw Sosette in school and at home, she shouldn't visit Sosette unless I was with her and she shouldn't stay in after-school activities with Sosette once Sosette got well and returned to school.
+To put it very mildly, Marissa opposed these actions.
+I'd never had an argument like that in my life, not even with my ex-husband. The shouting match had ended with her running out the front door, slamming it, and driving away--probably to the clothing store in the mall where Sosette worked.
+^V^V^
+Here I stood in my empty house. I wondered so many things. Would Sosette react to my objections to her infatuation with Marissa the way Marissa had? Sosette had always been respectful and soft-spoken around me. But a cancer survivor must have a will of steel under it all. Honestly, her environment must have warped her quite a bit, even if it didn't show on the outside.
+Staying here and thinking wasn't going to help our little family. I had to go to the clinic and see Sosette--and Marissa.
+^V^V^
+The clinic staff know me by sight, just as they know Marissa and Sosette. The guy working reception at the moment smiled at me when he saw me approaching. ""Room 2106, Mrs. Pearson,"" he said.
+""Thank you, Anthony,"" I replied. I went right for the stairs, to the second floor, then turned right and proceeded up the very wide corridor.
+When I got to the room, the curtains that separated half the room from the other half were drawn, so that only a sliver of the room's other side could be seen--and even that wouldn't be seen unless the observer got really close to the curtains. However, I noticed the very bottoms of my daughter's shoes and the legs of the chair in which she sat.
+As I was entering, two clinic staff workers were in the vacant half of the room, busy with a piece of equipment that records vital signs. (I'd heard a P.A. call it a ""robo-nurse"" before.) The machinery rattled a bit and one of the casters squeaked. There was quite a racket for about a minute. Eventually, they wheeled the machine out the door.
+""Wow, that was noisy,"" said Sosette. ""Well, like I was saying, I've been writing that essay for the scholarship panel in the meantime. It's almost done.""
+""And you've been bored to tears,"" said Marissa. ""I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner.""
+""It's been fine. Really! Don't worry about me. I have to get this done and I make more progress when I'm by myself.""
+The girls hadn't noticed that I was here. I supposed that I should announce myself and go in to talk with them--but I wanted to hear what they would talk about when they were alone. Eavesdropping isn't usually my thing, but would I ever get a chance this good again?
+""...college next year,"" Marissa was saying. ""I've talked to a couple of friends who're living there now. They say it'll be no problem at all to get housing together.""
+So Marissa planned to live with Sosette in college, did she? She hadn't said a word, knowing I'd be against it. This was something else to talk about.
+""...sounds like a great setup. The professors actually teach the classes; it's not all just delegated to T.A.s. We'll probably learn more about medical science in a semester there than we would in four years at State University!"" That was Sosette talking again.
+""Yeah."" Marissa spoke, but she sounded distracted. I heard her chair creak quietly. She was getting up. ""When are they coming to talk to you?""
+Sosette replied, ""Dr. Alami or Nurse Foster-Goodwin should be up here to discuss the test results at 5:30.""
+Their discussion was very easy to hear from the other side of the modesty curtains, but I wanted to see. Feeling guilty but super-curious, I got up and went closer to the slit where the curtains met. Marissa was saying, ""...know what we can do while we wait for the doctor.""
+""This again? Are you ever not horny?"" said Sosette.
+""Hey, that's not fair! You know as well as anybody that if a new tumor develops, the earlier we catch it, the better. C'mon, let me check your breasts for lumps,"" Marissa said.
+""If this is so proper, why do you always make sure to stop before anyone sees us?"" Sosette asked.
+""Well, I don't want the nurses to think I'm trying to do their jobs for them.""
+Marissa and Sosette giggled. From my vantage point, I could see Marissa opening Sosette's flimsy gown and putting her hands on Sosette's perky little tits.
+This was how it was? It seemed as though Marissa was the instigator. My baby girl--I thought she had been shielding her friend when she'd said that she'd ""made the first move"" romantically. But now they were alone together. Her actions were explaining everything with complete honesty.
+...And Marissa was honestly getting to first base. As I watched, she took one of Sosette's dark brown nipples into her mouth.
+""Marcy, we'll get caught!"" Sosette protested quietly. Her actions didn't match her words, though; she combed her fingers through Marissa's short, auburn-dyed hair.
+Sosette was the only person who called Marissa ""Marcy."" I'd always thought that was pretty cute, but the way she said it this time was sultry and seductive.
+Hold on, what was that? I reminded myself not to think, just to watch and listen.
+What I heard was the sound of my daughter suckling another young woman. What I saw was two gorgeous young ladies kissing and touching one another. It looked...natural, somehow. Maybe even sweet.
+My right hand had snuck down to the zipper of my jeans.
+Angrily, I clasped my hands together behind my back.
+""Your breasts don't seem to have any irregularities, Miss Curran."" Marissa planted a wet kiss on each of Sosette's puffy nipples. Sosette cooed happily. ""Next, I'll check you for uterine carcinoma.""
+""'Uterine?' I've never had any uterine problems--""
+""--We need to catch it early if you ever do,"" said Marissa with an air of authority. ""We have to check.""
+Why didn't I turn away? I wanted to. My moral consciousness pleaded with my lewd consciousness. I did not want to see this. I did not!
+Marissa's long-fingered hand stroked Sosette's pelvic area; the motion was hidden only by the paper-thin hospital gown. Sosette looked around nervously. A couple of times, I was terrified she would notice me, but her eyes continued to sweep the little area enclosed by the curtains.
+One part of my mind recoiled. The rest of my mind wished that Marissa would flip up the hem of the gown so I could get a better view.
+I kind of got my wish. Marissa hiked up the gown, but she also shifted her position, so I only had a glimpse of Sosette's pretty, mahogany-colored pussy. Even from several feet away, I saw the shiny liquid coating her lips; Marissa had done a good job of turning her on.
+Marissa sat in my line-of-sight, but I could guess what was happening from the clues her arm motions and Sosette's breathing gave me. After some teasing, my daughter inserted at least one of her fingers inside Sosette's vagina. Sosette's breath hitched for a moment and she let it out with a pleased sigh.
+""Not feeling anything unusual so far,"" Marissa said. ""But I'll keep checking....""
+Sosette's little squeaks and gasps informed us that the check was quite thorough. While I watched and listened, I absently rubbed my breasts; they felt a bit too...confined, somehow.
+""Oh, what is this 'lump'?"" Marissa asked.
+""That's not a--oh! Oh--uh! That's my...spot!"" Sosette stammered joyfully. Her hips began to rock under my daughter's hand. Sweat was visible on her forehead.
+""I see,"" Marissa teased. ""I'd better check it for proper sensation, all the same.""
+""Marcy!"" Sosette's voice was no more than an excited whimper. ""I love you so much. Oh, right there!"" Sosette's curvy hips bounced off the sheets. Seeing her body in the throes of orgasm was breath-taking. My own clit throbbed as I stood silently. Watching Marissa hold up her glistening fingers and put them in her mouth was incredibly sexy--
+\--Someone touched the door knob! I pulled my hand from my panties (it had somehow snuck to my crotch again) and fixed myself while the girls on the other side of the curtain fixed themselves. I tried to keep calm. I'd have to play it cool to keep the girls from finding out about my eavesdropping.
+While the door opened, I turned away and acted as though I had been straightening the visitors' chairs. Dr. Alami had arrived. She was a tall, plump, happy woman; her smiling face was always reassuring. Only a couple of steps behind her was Nurse Foster-Goodwin, carrying Sosette's thick file folder. He looked happy too, for a change. He was very professional, but his expression was usually a scowl. The doctor ignored me, but the nurse looked at me suspiciously for a moment. However, he said nothing; he just followed the doctor. Dr. Alami had pulled aside the modesty curtain by this time.
+The young women were red-faced, winded, and perspiring, but Dr. Alami ignored that as well.
+""We can leave off the chemotherapy, as planned. The results of the tests are all negative, Sosette,"" she said. ""Your intestine is cancer-free.""
+""Yes!"" said Marissa, lunging and hugging her girlfriend.
+""That's wonderful, Doctor!"" I said. Marissa and Sosette double-taked; they hadn't noticed me standing behind the doctor and the nurse. (I'm shorter than both.) I beamed at Sosette. She looked puzzled for a moment--she knew that there had been friction between Marissa and me about her--and she gave me a brilliant smile in return.
+^V^V^
+I talked with the nurse in the hall while Sosette and Marissa gathered Sosette's things from the treatment room. ""Her cancer wasn't particularly aggressive, but it was surprising how fast she beat it,"" said Mr. Foster- Goodwin. ""She's a fighter.""
+""Why do you think that is?"" I asked.
+""This is just my professional opinion, of course; I can't prove it. Sosette has something to fight for. Or someone.""
+^V^V^
+When the nurse had gone, I stood in the hall, waiting. I could easily hear the young ladies' voices. Somehow, the tenor of the conversation had become serious. At least, it sounded as though it had.
+""...every day no matter what. It's more important than anything! What if you died? Do you know what I'd do without you?"" Marissa asked.
+Sosette sighed. ""No, I don't. And you don't either. So don't say you'd--""
+""--I'd have to find someone else! Of course, she'd have to be a blonde or a redhead, because dark hair would remind me of you whenever she was with me. She'd have to have bigger boobs than you do and she'd have to make different noises when we fu--""
+Sosette had grabbed a bed pillow and hit Marissa repeatedly with it. ""You...are...an...evil...bitch! How do I put up with you?"" Sosette managed to ask through her laughter.
+I stifled my laughter.
+And I realized that Marissa sounded just like I sometimes had when I'd talked with my most treasured loved ones.
+This visit had lifted the veil from my eyes. Hearing and seeing them together, I had grown to understand. Marissa was in love with Sosette, the way I had been in love with her father not too many years ago. What I had thought was teenage rebellion was instead something beautiful. My daughter and her lover had grown to adulthood together and love had blossomed between them.
+The pair stepped into the hallway. Marissa was clutching Sosette's upper arm protectively. Sosette was usually weak for a day or two following treatment; Marissa was there to support her if she stumbled.
+I surprised the hell out of them by wrapping my left arm around Marissa, my right arm around Sosette, and hugging them tightly to my chest. ""Sosette, I'm so happy for you!"" I said, holding back sudden tears.
+Then it was my turn to be surprised. ""I love you, Mom,"" Sosette said.
+""I love you, Mom,"" Marissa repeated.
+""I love you, Sosette. I love you, Marissa."" Sosette, take care of my baby girl, I added silently.
+The day they left for college, I said it aloud.
+^V^V^
+ _A _huge_ Thank You to the authors who've contributed to make this--my first chain story!--possible. I couldn't have done it without you and you have my deepest gratitude._
+Ending note: Did you have a reaction to this story? Please vote, comment, or favorite. Thanks to all of you who have provided feedback on my work already; I truly appreciate it!"
+323,Whispers in the Dark Ch. 01,MissLusty,Chain Stories,2005-02-26,2005-02-26,2022-01-08 03:56:48,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/whispers-in-the-dark-ch-01,Group meets in secret to share adventures.,['Room'],4.06,"**Chapter 01: Anna's Story**
+ _AUTHOR'S NOTES: Anna's story is split in two, this section will end with a cliffhanger. The next section of Anna's story will be revealed on the next round. Enjoy!_
+* * * * *
+The soft crunch of gravel echoed her progress down the alley, the only light the soft flicker of a single candle clutched tightly in her fist.
+Wind whipped around her legs, exposed by the ripped fishnets that clung to her like a second skin.
+The words from the note replayed themselves in her mind.
+Take the alley next to the old bar on Wake St, walk to the end. You'll see the wooden door on your right, knock three times and let yourself in. Bring only yourself and a candle to guide your way.
+Aiming the light to the right of the alley, Anna caught the bottom of her lip in concentration.
+Finally the wood panelling of a door caught her eye, moving closer she raised her hand and knocked. Once, twice, thrice.
+The soft glow of candles lit the room, allowing eerie shadows to close over people faces as they stood in a loose circle in the centre of the room.
+Some allowed the light to caress their faces honestly, openly. Others stood beyond the reach of the flames and remained hidden.
+Anna jumped as a voice from behind her shattered the silence that had cloaked the room.
+""It begins tonight. Tonight is the first night of the year that we will meet in these enclosed walls, the first night that we spill our secrets, that we reveal to each other, what we dare not to those we know.""
+Anna listened to the mans voice, he seemed to be moving round the room, circling those in attendance.
+""For centuries these meetings have been happening in this city, each year a select few are studied from afar, chosen. Chosen to share themselves in a way they have never before done.""
+""If anyone is unsure about doing this now is the time to leave."" The voice stopped as he waited ""From this moment forth we must all acknowledge that what is said or done in this room stays in this room. This is your sanctuary from the outside."" As the sweat from her palm increased Anna switched the candle to the other hand.
+""Now that we have gone through the essentials, I believe it is time to begin"" The heavy footsteps of the man's shoes moved around the room. Anna screamed as a firm hand grasped her shoulder.
+""You, you will be first. Share with us.""
+A ball seemed to be lodged in her throat as Anna swallowed. What was she suppose to say? How detailed did she get? Should it be a fantasy or something that's happen?
+What will they think?
+She took a deep breath. ""Well I guess for today I'll talk about a fantasy I've had for a long time. It's something I've never done, I've never told anyone before but I guess today is as good as any."" She allowed her mind to wonder to a secret she held kept locked in a dark corner of her mind and for the first time ever, she allowed it to be free.
+* * * * *
+""I'm in my bed, asleep, the covers are twisted around my naked body. Someone's moving around my room, padding softly. Their careful not to wake me, the bed depresses slowly. I wake violently, a hand presses across my mouth, muffling the scream that passes through my lips as I realise that someone's in my room. I'm pressed back flat onto the bed, something brushes my ear and then he speaks.
+""Lie back and enjoy the ride baby, I know I will."" I struggle violently but it's all in vain as he has me pegged down with the weight of his body atop of mine. A piece of material is wound tight over my mouth and tightened behind my head. Another is soon placed over my eyes. Rough hands encircle my wrists and before I know it they are tied to the two top posts of my four-poster bed. There is a soft click to the right of me, the same sound that is made when my bedroom lamp is turned on.
+His body slides off mine and I hear the rustling of cloth. Cool air rushes to meet my body as its bared inch by inch as the sheet is edged away.
+Once it's removed, all movement is ceased and I can almost feel his eyes as they focus on my body. It occurs to me then that my legs are free and in an act of desperation I kick my legs out, hoping that they meet their target. They do, only it's not the target I hoped for, the loud thump that reverberates around the room and the throbbing pain in my ankle tell me that I connected with the base posts of the bed.
+A deep chuckle fills the room.
+""Now, now the only person dishing out the pain tonight is to be me."" The blood in my veins runs cold as I hear his words. Please don't let him hurt me, please, please don't let him hurt me runs through my mind and its all I can do not to faint.
+A hand closes over my breasts, sure and firm, a finger tweaks my nipple. He plucks and pulls at my scarlet breast until it stands upright.
+He moves his hand to the other breasts and he cups the flesh tenderly, a thumb brushes slowly over the taut bud of my nipple. He leans down and flicks his tongue out and against my skin.
+""You like this don't you?"" His question is more of a statement. ""Feel the difference? Feel how nice I can be? I can be like this for you; I can give you love and tenderness. It could be the best night of your life.""
+Pulling back away from me he laughed and a shiver ran down my spine at the malicious glee that hid behind it.
+""Then there's the other option,"" A sharp pain filled my stomach as he bit the tender flesh there, a bruise immediately formed and I knew there where teeth marks left there.
+""So how do you want it?"""
+324,Whispers in the Dark Ch. 07,lustfuldesires,Chain Stories,2006-06-04,2006-06-04,2022-01-08 03:56:54,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/whispers-in-the-dark-ch-07,A story told to strangers in the dark.,[''],4.33,"The room was again illuminated only by the flickering lights of the candles as those assembled waited for the familiar voice to choose the one to share the story tonight.
+Kristin felt the tap on the shoulder, ""Begin please.""
+It was the unmistakable voice of the master and she swallowed and let out a sigh as she composed herself to begin.
+""I have this strange fantasy that I would like to share with you,"" she remarks.
+I am one of several people seeking entrance into a unique sex club. We are gathered on this particular night to get our assignments for initiation. We are given a neatly folded piece of paper and instructed to await until each one has received theirs before opening. Once we are given the signal I open mine to see the line written:
+""Saturday morning 11:00 am. Phone call, follow instructions""
+This is Friday evening and they knew that this weekend I would be all alone at the house, as my parents were out of town.
+Saturday morning comes and I shower and fix a light breakfast wandering what is in store for me. Exactly at 11am the phone rings. I pick it up to her a female voice on the other end. The voice is familiar and I know it is one of the leaders of the club.
+   She asks me if I am ready to begin the initiation, and I assure her that I am. She informs me that I will have a visitor at noon. I am to be naked when I answer the door. This makes me gasp when I hear it, but I agree. Once I have let them inside, I am to do exactly as instructed, and I agree.
+I pace the floor nervously for the next hour and shortly before noon I slowly undress until I am completely naked in my own house. The doorbell rings and I swallow hard as I make my way to the door. I look through the door panes to see a nice looking young man who smiles and calls me by name. I take a deep sigh and open the door, his eyes taking in every inch of my naked body.
+I let him in and he walks with me to the living room. He instructs me to turn on the computer and fire up the webcam. How they knew I had one is beyond me. Once it is on, he gives me an e-mail address to enter and tells me that I am to suck his cock directly in front of the webcam so those viewing it can get a good view.
+My heart beats faster as I think about what he just said. The thought of strangers watching me give a blow job to a man I have never met has me shivering, but I know its part of the initiation, and I want to be a member, so I set myself to the task.
+I lower myself to my knees and slowly unbuckle his belt and undo the snap of his jeans. As I unzip them I find he is not wearing any underwear.
+I pull out his cock and lower his jeans to the floor. His cock is thick and meaty, and he has a set balls to match. His masculine scent is intoxicating as I put my lips to the head of it and begin flickering my tongue along the piss slit to arouse the monster.
+It comes alive in short order and I begin sucking it, taking it a little deeper as I hear his moans of pleasure. I fondle the balls and even now feel them filling up with a thick load.
+He grabs my hair and pulls me tighter to his crotch as I suck it long and deep. This continues until he shoots a massive load into my mouth that darn near chokes me. It oozes out the side of my mouth and down my chin. I am sure those watching this is getting a thrill.
+As his cock drains and starts to shrink he pulls out of my mouth and steps back. I think its over now, but it isn't. He tells me to grab a small coffee table and place it in front of the webcam so the audience can get a good view. I am then ordered to bend over with my ass pointed directly to the camera while I receive a spanking.
+I gasp at the thought of it. Not only will strangers see my most intimate parts, but watch the humiliation of me being spanked naked like this. I do as I am told and bend over the table, spreading my legs and await the terrible fate.
+The handsome stranger shows no mercy as he takes a wooden crop and turns my ass into an inferno in no time. I want to plead for him to stop, but know if I do, I will be denied admission, so I endure it as best I can.
+Things get worse now. Once the spanking is completed I am tied face on the coffee table and spread eagle.
+The stranger produces a small vibrator and turns it on. My pussy is facing the camera for all to see. I feel like a whore on display.
+The vibrator buzzes away as he begins rubbing along my pussy lips, teasing them provocatively. Soon they will be swollen and soaked in my own cunt juices.
+Skilfully, he runs the vibrator to the edge of orgasm then breaks away leaving me a quivering mess. This torture goes on for another solid hour. I am delirious from wanting to cum.
+He then strips naked and lowers himself onto me and begins fucking me hard. Pushing his huge cock deeper into my pussy. He thrusts harder and harder, giving me the fucking of my life.
+I am finally allowed to cum just before he shoots a thick wad into my pussy and then slowly pulls out. I am left there this way. My legs spread, dripping cum and wet for all to see, for another half an hour.
+The stranger unties me and turns off the equipment. He dresses and leaves without saying a word.
+The phone rings and it is her voice again. She informs me that once all the votes are in from those viewing the video she will call me and let me know the outcome.
+Hours go by before the phone rings. I have been accepted, and am to be at the meeting Monday evening for the induction ceremony.
+The master thanks her for the story and asks if anyone would like to comment on it."
+325,Whispers in the Dark,Goldeniangel,Chain Stories,2005-03-01,2005-06-11,2022-01-08 03:56:49,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/whispers-in-the-dark-ch-02,"1. Kara shares her story of bondage, pain, & pleasure. 2. David discovers his innocent girlfriend has a porno.","['Arms Head', 'Back Breasts', 'Bit Lip', 'Breast', 'End Crop', 'Hard Dick', 'Pain Hit', 'Pussy', 'Told Story']",4.42,"Kara shivered as she listened to the story of the girl next to her, the 23 year old brunette was unsure of herself in this unsettling situation... not even sure why she’d come. But listening to the girl next to her reveal this dirty and debauched fantasy had her hot between her legs, yearning to run her hands over her 34D breasts and finger her smooth shaved mound... crossing her legs under her knee length skirt she bit her lip as she listened...
+************
+""Then there's the other option,"" A sharp pain filled my stomach as he bit the tender flesh there, a bruise immediately formed and I knew there where teeth marks left there.
+""So how do you want it?""
+*******************
+Suddenly the girl’s voice cut off, her breathing was heavy and it seemed as if it was too much for her to go on for the moment... that deep ominous voice behind the girls said, “Alright... you may have some time to compose yourself, we will move on for the moment.” Kara jumped, even though she’d almost been expecting the hand on her shoulder, “You will begin.”
+Straightening her back, she tossed her brown curls over her shoulder, trying to think of where to begin.
+“Mine’s not exactly a fantasy,” she said shyly, and then began trying to put some more confidence into her voice, “You see it started last week...
+**************************
+I was at an audition, standing alone in a room while these sleazy director leered at me from behind his desk. Bored, I was tapping my foot impatiently, unimpressed with the austere and elegant surroundings of the office, blue and cream walls did nothing to relax me as I waited to hear the verdict.
+“There’s just one last part to the audition,” his eyes were on my chest where my shirt was clinging tightly to my breasts. I almost yawned, shocker, another director that wants his leading actress to sleep with him. “We’re going to go into that room,” he said, nodding his head to the only other door in the office that didn’t lead to the exit, “And in that room I expect to see you enjoying everything that happens, begging for it in fact.” I nodded, bored, his greasy black hair and dark eyes didn’t exactly do anything to turn me on, but at least he wasn’t fat and balding like the last guy.
+All of my casualness left me when we walked into the room, and I gasped in shock at everything that was there. Not a room made for comfort the walls were bright red, angry red, shocking to the eye after the coolness of the cream and blue in the office; along the walls were lined whips, crops, chains, all sorts of things on shelves.
+“Remember,” he purred in my ear as he stood behind me, hands slipping around my waist to begin pulling my shirt up over my large breasts, “You act like you love everything in here, I want to hear you begging for it... convince me you want nothing more than to be here and I’ll be convinced that you’re good enough for the part.”
+A part of me wanted to run away out the door... but the money offered for the movie was too good, and it would be my first leading part as well.
+So I faked it, “Oh yeah baby,” as I held my arms over my head so that he could slide my shirt off more easily, my breasts bounced slightly as they pulled free of my shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra of course - it’s always easier to get parts with my nipples poking through my shirts - and he cupped my big boobs and squeezed hard, making me wince a little. I could smell his cheap cologne as he squeezed my boobs, pretending to moan as his hands rubbed my chest all over, I pressed my asscheeks back against his hard on. Dammit, I was going to get this part even if I had to act like a kinky slut to get it... I needed the money badly.
+My eyes going over the room I could see that he had quite an elaborate set up, and I wondered how many other girls had been in here with this creep. His hands traveled away from my breasts, leaving them a little sore and pinkish, and down my slim stomach where he began pushing down my skirt, rolling my panties down with it. Groaning as his fingers ran over my smooth mound and my skirt and underwear hit the floor, I bent over slightly so that his dick could really grind between my ass cheeks.
+“Come on,” he pushed me a little towards the center of the room where he strung my arms up over my head, putting my wrists into leather cuffs that were hanging from the ceiling. I was up almost on my tiptoes as I hung there, my body stretched out and my breasts bobbling slightly as I tried to get in a comfortable position. As I wiggled a little, he strapped my ankles to a kind of bar, keeping my ankles about two feet apart, then he began to strip in front of me. Not an impressive body, but at least he kept himself fairly well in shape, just a hint of flab on his stomach and a little bit of pudge giving him slight love handles.
+“Oh yeah baby,” I purred, trying not to look at his hard dick which was already leaking pre-cum. It was 7"" long, not a bad length and thick enough, but I hate pubic hair and he didn’t look like he’d ever shaved or trimmed in his life. “Tie me up and fuck me hard.” He grinned at me as I said that, which I didn’t really understand, until he went over to the wall and grabbed a riding crop. My heart sank a little as I realized that he wanted to crop me before fucking me. This was going to hurt... act like you like it, I reminded myself.
+The first stroke whistled through the air, hitting my back... the crop was so long that the end of it whipped around my body and biting pain hit my breast where it impacted on the soft flesh. I cried out in pain and shock, and then bit my lip before faking a passionate moan, “That’s hot baby, beat me, beat me please!”
+His face was alight as if he actually believed what I was saying (which was all to the good as far as I was concerned), and his eyes glinted as he walked around me, strokes hitting across my stomach, back, breasts and ass. I began moving my hips as he hit me, biting my lip against the pain and pouting my mouth at him, I wriggled so that my breasts bobbled deliciously - easy targets which he took advantage of. But the strangest thing of all... as I moved and begged him to beat me, I really did start to get into it... it kinda started to feel good when the pain hit my body... and... and I realized I was starting to get wet.
+I was really moaning now, hanging there with my whole body burning. There were stripes across my upper thighs, front and back, my stomach, my ass, my back, and especially across my breasts. My nipples were completely erect and burning as he flicked the end of the crop against each of them, pulsing pain shooting to my pussy. He stood behind me and a stroke whistled up through my legs, and I shrieked as pain spread all along my pussy lips, most of it in my clit where the end of the crop had landed. Again and again he hit me, five times in all on my tender pussy... and each time the crop came away wetter and wetter.
+Standing behind me as I sobbed, the pain and pleasure causing a confusion mix in my head and pussy, he grasped my poor striped breasts in his hands and pulled them as he leveraged his dick up into my abused cunt. It hurt, so much, when his dick speared me, the pain from the beating making him seem huge in my body as he thrust. He was squeezing my breasts hard, my soft fleshing spilling out between his fingers and he made my body bounce he was moving so fast.
+Pulling out suddenly, I realized that my pussy felt incredibly empty and I moaned with the loss of contact... then suddenly he was thrusting up into my ass and it burned as he pressed in without stopping. I wriggled and gasped as he pushed up into my dry hole, lubricated only with my pussy juices. There haven’t been that many guys in my ass that I was completely used to it, and the force of his push took my breath away.
+Lustfully he used my breasts as leverage to pound my ass, my head hanging back with my mouth open as I panted. He was growling low in his throat behind me, thrusting wildly, we were completely oblivious to everything but each other, we were so caught up in our savage act of lust. Mauling my breasts with just one hand, his other slid down and pressed two fingers into my sore pussy, rubbing painfully against my abused lips as the heel of his palm pressed firmly against my poor abused clit and began a circular motion.
+“OH YOU FUCKER!!!!!!!!!” I was screaming, shaking as my orgasm swept over me, completely engulfed in the ecstacy and savagery of the act, “YOU’RE FUCKING MAKING ME CUM WHILE YOU RAPE MY ASS!!!!!!!!! OH FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!” I was wailing hard as my ass clenched down on him and my pussy convulsed around his fingers, leaking juices all over his hand as I came. Completely lost in my own pleasure, I barely noticed as he jerked hard and his dick began twitching as he shot cum up into my dark hole, filling my ass with his white stickiness.
+Panting, exhausted, I hung there until he pulled me down.
+************************
+Kara twitched in her seat, her pussy aching with need as she told her story... it was hard to keep her hands from reaching down and rubbing her little cunt, from pressing against her clit. Instead she just squirmed in her seat - both in arousal and embarrassment - as she told her story.
+“And the worst of it is,” she whispered, pussy leaking copiously as her thighs pressed together, “Every guy I’ve been with since pales in comparison... All I can think about is going back there into that damn room and having him beat me again... It gets me so hot I can barely stand it.”
+She felt relief, of one kind at least, as the man behind her moved away. But her pussy was still burning with need.
+
+"
+326,Whispers in the Dark,LuciousBi-Writes4U,Chain Stories,2005-03-17,2005-07-03,2022-01-08 03:56:51,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/whispers-in-the-dark-ch-03,1. Couple adds a second male to the mix 2. Couple pushed into a wife-sharing as therapy.,"['3Some', 'Double Blowjobs', 'Guy/Girl/Guy', 'Transgender']",4.25,"As he listened to Kara's story, Jared couldn't help but notice that his wife was squirming in her seat a bit, undoubtedly trying not to convey her arousal to the whole room. As the candles flickered about the faces, he wondered what would be next and who. As the dark figure of the Master circled the participants, he was quite surprised when a hand clamped down on his shoulder and said, ""You, you will be next.""
+Jared fidgeted in his chair as he decided what he wanted to share, and what he did not, much like the night that the episode took place, a time of testing, a time of decision making for him was once again at hand. What would he share? What and how much of his wife was he willing to share, was he willing to tell them all his feelings about what had happened, and what had not happened? What he was still unsure of, his worries about sharing her fully with another man? After all, that is why they had come, wasn't it, to share their feelings and misgivings about sharing each other on a new level?
+Jared and Tricia were a happy couple. They had been married for about 5 years. Their sex life had been nothing short of explosive since day one, and knowing before their first date that Tricia was Bi had only enticed Jared, and he was intrigued at what possibilities she might bring to his life. And that she had done. He had experienced things that other guy's dream of and never see, let alone get to participate in. But where should they draw the line? That was the recent question, and the elusiveness of its answer is what brought them here.
+As Jared began to speak to the group, he was still unsure of what he would say, but now was the time, it was all or nothing, and the prospect of nothing was too bleak for him to think about.
+""Well, this is my wife Tricia,"" Jared said, as he nodded to his right.
+As he did the group took notice of the lovely blonde sitting next to him. She had a beautiful face and her golden curls created an outline down her long neck as they spilled out over her shoulder and came to rest cupping her bountiful DD breasts. Her glorious green eyes had a fire all their own in the flickering candle light, and a hint of a woman who had seen and experienced much in her 32 years.
+ _Tricia is ""bi"" and because of that we have had many wonderful experiences in our relationship. We have had many girlfriends through the years, but we have always stopped short of actual intercourse with any added friends._
+ _This summer we had a new experience with a buddy of mine who was getting divorced. And it left me feeling that I wanted more to happen between us, or actually between Tricia and him._
+ _My buddy Matt had been having a pretty rough time since his divorce had started. And we all knew that one of the major problems in the relationship had been his lack of opportunity to experience anything ""different"" or ""unusual"" sexually. He had heard all my bragging rights about the women that Tricia shamelessly brought into our marriage bed year after year to share with me and had lived vicariously through our sex stories and experiences._
+ _It was a hot summer afternoon and the 3 of us were out at our pool. Tricia and I were busy telling Matt the tale of our newest girlfriend and he was listening as I described the mind-blowing pleasure of receiving a double blowjob._
+ _As I told him the story of meeting Kelly, Tricia's latest fling for the 1st time, we all became a little aroused. After all, I had met this woman only an hour before I had the opportunity to bury my face in her wet cunt while my wife rode me to explosive proportions. In telling the story I had said enough to make Tricia very appreciative because she was now leaning back against my cock in the pool and rubbing it under the warm water as she downed her Corona and acted as innocent as a little lamb._
+ _As the conversation continued and we heard more of the things that Matt had been missing for years, Tricia began to feel that she should be Matt's Florence Nightingale, and that we should help him to broaden his experiences. There are just certain things a guy wants to get to experience at least once in a lifetime, and for me the list was very near empty, while he stood holding a full card._
+ _Matt was noticeably excited by Tricia. And who wouldn't be. The beautiful tan body, her full melon size tits, wet in her suit and standing at full attention for both of us men to enjoy. Her round tight ass with the wet strip of neon orange fabric gently spreading her luscious cheeks apart, barely covering her two wet warm holes from our view. Her beautiful pink lips, slippery, shiny and inviting._
+ _And of course Matt and I both knew that there was a special attraction in Tricia that could not be found in every woman, the rare beauty of a woman who loved enough to share new things, and always keep things spicy in her relationships._
+ _I remember Tricia fawning over Matt as she listened to his complaints about his ex-wife. Her attention was subtle though, as always. She flirted with him while she shoved her hand into my swim trunks and freed my ever-growing erection. I nestled my lips in to the side of her long slender neck so that I could catch her scent in the summer breeze, and nibble and kiss her there, it was her most vulnerable spot._
+ _She turned to face me, our eyes met. We had talked about this before, about helping Matt out now during the lonely phase of his divorce. As she peered into my soul with those grass green eyes of hers I knew what she was asking, without words, and I responded with a gentle nod._
+ _She leaned back against the side of the pool, now between Matt and I, resting her arms on either side, making her huge tits stick out even more. I gave her a gentle nudge to tell her it was okay, that I wanted her to go for it._
+ _Matt was telling us about another ex-lover of his, and then he said that he had to get going after one more beer. Tricia saw this as her window of opportunity._
+""Well, you should come back again when you can stay long enough for me to help you out with all of this."" Tricia boasted. Matt answered that he would.
+""Or maybe I should just come over there now and check things out, see what you actually have to offer me under those trunks of yours—see if you are as turned on by the prospect as you say you are."" Tricia remarked.
+""Maybe you should,"" replied Matt.
+""Maybe I will""—Tricia said.
+ _I was amazed with her ability to be so sexy and such an alluring come on to this buddy of mine, someone she had never really entertained the idea of having sex with. I found her so irresistible at that moment._
+ _She slid around the side of the pool a bit and reached her hand down to the outside of Matt's trunks and gently stroked his completely stiff cock as she gulped down a sip of Corona from the other hand. I let them alone for a few seconds. Just sitting back against the sidewall of the pool to watch my horny wife in action as she did her best to come on to another man in my presence. From where I sat she was having no trouble at all, but then Tricia had always been a very natural flirt._
+""Mmmmm, well, I believe you do have something in mind for me about now don't you."" Trisha chuckled. ""Maybe I should get a closer inspection.""
+""Definitely,"" Matt answered.
+ _At that Matt leaned in and started shoving his tongue down my wife's throat as she pulled his cock and balls out of the trunks and gave him a great hand job. The kiss was lasting forever it seemed, and it kind of annoyed me a little. I was completely turned on by watching them, yet a little pissed all at the same time. It was one of those kisses, a first kiss between two totally turned on individuals—the ones with the fireworks and lust of something new and daring. As they continued to kiss I moved up behind Tricia and kissed and caressed her neck as I watched them over her shoulder. I slid my hand down to her pussy to spread her lips open with my fingers, wanting to get her hot and wet for Matt. When I did Matt slid his hand between my fingers and shoved them deep inside of my wife's hotbox, causing her to moan out loud, and shudder just a bit._
+ _It was then that I realized our neighbors were outside at their garage. And I said that I thought we were causing a bit too much commotion to be outside—and we headed in to the house dripping wet, freezing in the cold of the air conditioning. Tricia's nipples hard enough to cut glass, that's were it all really began._
+The Master circled the room as Jared told his story, and finally broke in...
+""Enough,"" He said sternly. ""You, what is your name""? ""Tricia, you tell us, what happened next, from your vantage point.""
+Tricia was completely unprepared for this, she thought that this was Jared's turn to speak, not hers. But then she began, her voice coming shakily into the group from behind the twitching candle, her green eyes glowing above its flame.
+""Well..."" Tricia sighed.
+ _We went inside and I remember that I was so nervous and unsure of myself. But I knew that confidence was much more attractive than being mousy and unsure so I did my best to camouflage my nervousness with cocky confidence instead. The next thing I remember I was saying—""Okay, everyone with a cock on the couch.""_
+ _I was attracted to Matt, after all he was much like Jared in the looks department both of them having dark hair, and skin tones. But Jared's Italian heritage gave him straight hair and dark chocolate brown eyes. Where Matt had the blue eyes and curly dark mop of a Greek. Both of them possessed a devilish little grin whenever they were thinking or talking about something sexual—both of them grinning slyly at me in that moment._
+ _As the guys stripped off their wet trunks and flopped down grinning at each other I remember thinking that this was insane, how could I please two of them at once. But being who I am and being use to pleasing both my husband and a female lover all the time—it actually came very easily for me. And after only a moments hesitation I lost my self in the fun and possibilities of the event._
+ _I went down for hubby first, licking his thick hard cock and tight shaved balls. As Matt watched in silent anticipation I could see the excitement building in his eyes as he watched me take more and more of Jared into my mouth._
+""Jesus, that's phenomenal... Linda couldn't do that—she never took me in deep."" Matt remarked.
+Ooohhh, sighed Jared. ""Then you are in for a huge treat my man.""
+ _That was when I slid across the floor towards Matt's stiff cock for the first time. He had a nice cock, long and straight, but much thinner than Jared's. As I took his cock in my hand I slid my tongue over the tip of his cock and ran my piercing inside the slit gently, setting Matt into a deep moan. Then I rimmed the head with my warm, wet tongue and slid it down his length—teasing him to the fullest before taking him inside my wet warmth. When I finally took him inside of me, I sucked him down my throat pining my nose about half way down his balls. This must have been an incredible sight for him—he let out a huge ""holy-shit"" and threw his head back closing his eyes. He couldn't watch if he did he was going to cum right then and there._
+ _After playing with his balls, running my tongue all over them, flicking them like I do my girls clit and getting as hot as I could with out letting him come I slid back over to my husband—I'd keep one hand on his cock the entire time I attended to Matt's needs._
+ _I played with Jared, taking him down the back of my throat and holding his full cock there, pinching and squeezing with the muscles of my esophagus. I could feel the first hot stings of precum leaking from his cock and sliding down the back of my throat. Thinking that seeing Jared's juices would get Matt hot, I saved a little and brought it to the top with me—carefully releasing Jared's cock and drawing a long, clear, shiny string of precum up with me from the head of his cock to the tip of my tongue._
+""Mmmmm...you juicy boy you,"" I said.
+""I could stay in your mouth all day."" Jared replied with a huge sigh. ""But I think it's time to give something else a try.""
+ _Then Jared slid off the couch and I went back to giving Matt my full attention as Jared put me on all fours and shoved his thick cock into my dripping cunt. As I sucked Matt down again and again, fondling his balls with my mouth and hands, he could feel the power of every thrust Jared's cock made into my love tunnel._
+""I have the perfect view."" Matt remarked.
+""The view from back here is pretty awesome too...I can see her sucking you down over and over again."" Jared replied as he looked over my shoulder.
+ _Then Jared asked Matt if he wanted a turn at bat, but Matt was happy where he was, I guess he didn't want to push it the first time we were all together. I was actually quite surprised that Jared had offered my pussy to his friend before we'd really discussed it. But it didn't matter, because in no time at all Matt was crying out that he was going to cum, I guess he was trying to warn me, thinking I'd want him to pull out of my mouth, instead I clamped down and sucked in the entire length of his shuddering cock and ½ his balls as I swallowed every salty drop of pleasure from his body. When Jared heard and saw Matt cumming in my mouth he lost his load as well and we all came together in a sticky pile._
+The Master interrupted, ""Jared, what made you decide to share a part of your wife you never had before?""
+""I don't know, she just felt so good—so warm and wet—tight and inviting. I guess I wanted my buddy to get the chance to experience the feeling that to me is the best in the world—the thing that nothing else can compare to for me."" Jared answered.
+""And what did you think Tricia? You said that you were shocked by Jared's suggestion?""
+ _In the heat of the moment I was thinking that it would be fun, and that it would feel great. I didn't want him to regret giving into the moment later. I didn't want to do something that meant taking a chance on changing our relationship. I didn't want him to be playing the ""I wonder game"" the next day or week—wondering if Matt felt better than he did, or that I liked doing Matt more. It would never be possible for me to find someone that I had a better sexual chemistry with than Jared. Our bodies were made for each other and it is the years of love, time, and attention to our sex life that has made us the dynamic duo we are in bed. We know each other's bodies better than we know our own and that is what makes our lovemaking something that nothing, or no one else could ever touch, at least not for me._
+ _But in reality I worry about the fact that he may expect me to do the same for him with our girlfriend, and I am not sure that I am willing to share ""that"" it has always been the one and only thing that we hold sacred for each other, no outsiders allowed—they can watch all they want and play with us while we are at it—it's so one sided of me, to know it won't change anything I feel for Jared, but to worry that it would change his feelings for me if I shared him completely. Tricia replied._
+Pacing the group once again, the Master sighed—""Yes, I see that this is a definite reason for you two to join our group. Perhaps we will have to delve into these feelings in more depth at next weeks meeting. Perhaps we will come to a decision as to what a good therapeutic resolution would be for your problem—I have some thoughts, but we will wait until the next meeting...""
+As the master walked away again, the candles flickered in the cool breeze as Jared and Tricia took hold of each other's hands—both sighing in relief that their turn was over—and in disbelief that they would find the answers they were looking for—here in this group of diverse individuals.
+As their thoughts circled these ideas, they heard the Master's steps slow again as they heard him deem ""You, you will tell us your story next...""
+And the silent whisper of a breath that refused to be released filled the room, only the candles dared to move as they danced—there flickers taunting us all in the still darkness of the night.
+
+"
+327,Wild at Woodstock Ch. 01,dirtyjoe69,Chain Stories,2006-07-17,2006-07-17,2022-01-08 03:56:55,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/wild-at-woodstock-ch-01,The chronicles of Woodstock.,"['Anal', 'Celebs', 'Drugs', 'Gay', 'Group', 'Intercourse', 'Lesbian', 'Oral', 'Party', 'Rock And Roll']",3.71,"Prologue
+It was August 15th, 1969, a weekend that forever changed the state of music and how we all got along. The festival was one giant party with over 500,000 of the coolest people on the earth celebrating everything from life, love and freedom. Everyone one was there; Anti-War protesters, Black Militants, Anti- Gays, Drug Advocates, Anti-Government Advocates, Vietnam Vets, Rednecks, Gays/Lesbians/Bisexuals, Ban Drug Advocates, Pro-Government Advocates and people just wanting to listen to the bands. They all had their own agendas but they also had one thing in common, being part of the greatest party ever thrown! And all this hoopla happened on farmland owned by one Max Yasgur.
+Taking place in small Sullivan County of New York State the party although copied would never be duplicated. Maybe it was the pressure of the times and the deep need for people to let go. Maybe it was the people just so sad and tired of the darkness brought by the senseless war. Perhaps it was the joy and power from the energy all the bands blasted out from the wall to wall amplifiers. Whatever it was it came at a time when it was needed. In the next few chapters we are going to take you inside that magical weekend with stories from different people who attended the greatest party ever held. Their stories of how they each celebrated life, love and each other will be told. So hold on and get ready to party...
+Chapter 1
+Dave the roadie
+I remember it like it was yesterday. We worked so hard I am surprised the skin from my knuckles ever grew back. Sure we were setting up for a huge party but at first it didn't feel like any party to me. I was locking in the frame work for the stage and man I was getting tired. My back, my arms, my whole body for that matter were just screaming at me to take a rest. We had been at it for hours and were just finishing up the final touches before the other crews started laying the wires for sound. Such is the life of a roadie I guess!
+Speaking of which I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Dave and although I am not the best catch in the land I hold my own. My frame was strong from all the heavy lifting I did getting the stages ready. I had jet black hair and eyes all the girls told me were dreamy. My best asset though was definitely my tool, many a time one of the groupies would tell me I was a better ride than most of the rock stars they was trying to get with! I was a roadie for The Jimi Hendrix Experience. Ya you heard me right. Not only did I get to watch the baddest assed upside down guitar playing genius mutha fucker ever to hold an axe in the world, I got to party with the man too! And party he could! No one could out drink Jimi (well maybe Morrison but I never got to party with him but I heard the rumors), or out trip him (that brotha sure loved his acid). It was not out of the question for Jimi to go through four or five groupies in one night. And guess what? They all had to come through us first! And Woodstock man, the best and most pussy I have ever had in a three day period to this day!
+It didn't take long for the ladies to start lining up either. Right after we finished the stage the people started flocking in to the grounds. There were hordes of them rushing through the gates. We heard maybe up to 100,000 people might show up, no one expected the half million that actually did! They were climbing the fences and over other people just to be part of history. And the ladies were everywhere, and most of them had their shirts off in the first fifteen minutes. I knew this was going to be something special.
+I had on my Jimi shirt and my roadie pass around my neck and was checking out the front of the stage as they hooked up the wires when the first two honeys approached me. It was like a dream come true for a simple rock and roll boy like me. They were twin sisters, they told me their names were Starchild and Moonbeam. I knew those names were bullshit but I didn't care, they were hot and they had their shirts off proudly displaying their matching 34C's. They had their body covered in paint with all kinds of symbols. Moonbeam had each nipple painted over with a peace sign. Her sister Starchild had marijuana leaves painted on hers. Got to love the flower children! The twins asked me if I was with the group and I told them I sure was. They kept asking me all sorts of questions I didn't really pay attention too; I just wanted them to get to the important one that all the girls eventually asked. And waiting on the question and the looks of the two chicks was causing my manhood to swell something fierce.
+""So how do we get to meet Jimi?"" I can't remember which one of the two asked but it was music to my ears. It was then I knew the girls were going to be in for my meat treat if they wanted to see the man!
+""Well ladies it works like this..."" I gave them the low down on how they could meet Jimi and they was all for it. I showed Starchild and Moonbeam to the back of the stage and let nature take its course. Starchild didn't wait for nothing and was soon on her knees unzipping my jeans and releasing my monster. Her sister followed suit and dropped to her knees. Sweeter lips I have never felt. The two started working me like there was no tomorrow. Their mouths magic on my now fully erect cock. One would take me all the way down her hot throat while the other sucked on my heavy sack. Back and forth the two went till I thought I was gonna bust. I pulled them up off the ground, I didn't want to cum yet.
+""Why don't you bend over the railing there and let me fuck that sweet pussy of yours!"" I told Moonbeam. For a second her sister was disappointed. ""Don't worry there Star you will get your fill too!"" I got behind Moonbeam and slowly buried my cock into her young bushy tight pussy. A deep moan escaped her lips as I filled her up. I kept speeding up my thrusts and she bucked her hips back to match me. I looked at Star and seen she was getting in on the act and had two fingers in her snatch. I reached over to her and pulled her face to mine engaging her in a deep passionate kiss. She tasted of weed and that just made me want more. Our tongues danced as I kept the pounding to her sister. I was really drilling Moon by then and she was howling in ecstasy. I could feel my cock get suddenly soaking wet as I felt her body tremble from the orgasm she was having.
+""Oh yes fuck me hard... I... am... cccuuuummmmmiiiingggg!"" She yelled. She finally stopped shaking and traded spots with her sister. They were twins in every way. Even the inside of their pussies felt identical. Identically great that is! Star was just as tight as Moon and was as wonderfully warm and wet. She even sounded the same when she finally came all over my cock. The twins knew I hadn't blown my load and they both wanted to thank me for the great fuck I had given them so they went back down on their knees and blew me some more. They went back to playing their share game with my rod and soon I was tingling all over. I knew I was going to cum soon and I let them know so they could get ready.
+""OOHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh...... girlsssss... .here.... I..... cccccccuuuuuuummmmm!!!!"" I said as I shot my load all over both their faces. The girls just swept it up in their fingers and licked it clean. After that I pulled my pants up and showed them where the trailers were and introduced them to the man!
+Woodstock will always be in my heart for many reasons; the show, the people, the reason behind it, the affect it had on people, and all the sex I had during the party, and last but certainly not least the twins Starchild and Moonbeam. Bless their flower child hearts!"
+328,Wild at Woodstock Ch. 02,RockerJustin,Chain Stories,2006-07-20,2006-07-20,2022-01-08 03:56:56,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/wild-at-woodstock-ch-02,Jimi and the Twins.,"['3Some', 'Blow Job', 'Groupies', 'Jimi Hendrix', 'Oral', 'Rockstars', 'Twins']",3.41,"****
+**DISCLAIMER:**
+    _The stories in the ""Celebrity"" section of Literotica are all fictional parodies - none are true, nor are they approved of by the celebrities named in the stories. Authors write these fictitious stories about famous people for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because they can. The Supreme Court of the United States, the country where this site is located, has ruled that parodies involving famous people are perfectly and totally legal under the United States Constitution. The specific case law on this was decided in the case of ""Hustler Magazine, Inc. et al. v. Jerry Falwell"" in 1988. No harm is intended toward the celebrities featured in these stories, but they are public figures and in being so, they must accept that they are fair target for parodies by the public. We believe in the first amendment, and more broadly, in the basic principle of free speech and this section may push the boundaries of that principle, but the United States Supreme Court has approved of this type of material. We believe that the Supreme Court was correct in their decision._
+*
+ **Chapter 2: Jimi and the Twins**
+""I can't believe we are actually in Jimi's trailer!"" Moonbeam said to her twin sister Starchild. The two girls just finished fucking one of the roadies to get here and they planned to make the most of it. Although Dave the roadie was a pretty good screw he wasn't Jimi! The girls decided before they came to the festival that they were going to fuck Jimi no matter what they had to do to get their fantasy fulfilled.
+""I am going to suck his cock so good he is going to want us to come on the road with him!"" Star boasted. She had been looking forward to this moment for so long. The twins had fucked other rockers before but none of them held the prestige of the best guitar player in the world. And besides that he was black and if the rumors were true Jimi was very well hung.
+Jimi was just starting to feel the first effects of the acid he dropped half and hour prior and could start to see the trails of colors coming off everything that moved. He loved the way acid made him feel. The music that would be dancing through his head made his hands magic on the guitar. The first time he dropped it brought his playing to a whole different level.
+Jimi watched the hot twins as they bounced into the room. All blond and flower power cute, their tits just jiggling on full display. They had their bodies painted up for the big party and the colors were waltzing to the beat Jimi had in his hands. It was if some bright creatures were running all over the bodies of these two chicks. He could feel his cock getting hard as he watched the painted show in front of him. He didn't even take a second to introduce himself. He knew why these girls were here and so did they. He went right over to the one that called herself Moonbeam and drove his tongue in her mouth.
+While Jimi frenched Moon, Star dropped to her knees and undid her guitar hero's pants. She marveled at the size of his schlong. So beautifully black and hard, it had to be at least ten inches in length. Holding it in her hands had made her mouth water. She took his cock and put it in her mouth; she finally got to taste what a real rock star tasted like. She swallowed as much as she could take, stopping just before it made her gag. Up and down his pole she sucked, loving the fact she was causing the superstar to moan.
+Jimi loved what this groupie was doing with her mouth. The acid was making his nerve endings come to attention. He pushed his hips forward trying to get as much of his shaft in her mouth as possible. He was surprised he could put all most all of his ten inches down her throat. As he watched her bob up and down on his cock he moaned and was in awe at the golden trails that played of her yellow hair. Jimi was known as a stamina man but the magic of her mouth and the drugs soon had him ready to cum. He didn't want to blow his load with out fucking these two so he broke his tongue lock with Moon and pulled her sister's mouth off his cock.
+He then got out of all his clothes and lay down on the bed. He pulled Moonbeam on top of his face and breathed in her sweet smell. She started moaning as soon as he put his tongue inside. Starchild straddled Jimi's huge cock sliding all the way down his pole. The twisting on top of his face, the slick juicy pussy sliding up and down his cock and the colors from the acid sliding all around in his head sent Jimi on an uncontrollable spin.
+Jimi thought to himself what a great way to start a rock festival, he would have to be sure to thank Dave the roadie for picking the twins out of the crowd and bringing them to his trailer. He was thrusting harder and harder into Star, bucking his hips off the small trailer bed. She was slamming her body back down harmonizing with his thrusts. Moonbeam was in a world of her own as she ground her pussy all over the baddest guitar player in the world's mouth. She new she was going to cum soon, she wanted all three of them to cum together.
+The three of them fucking and sucking, were covered in sweat, they each knew it would be short time before they had their release. Moon's breathing was really labored and so was Star's. The sounds of their panting soon had Jimi right at the brink of no return. The moans and yelps filled the room as all three of the Woodstock participants exploded in orgasmic bliss.
+Jimi gave each of the girls a signed picture that said ""to the hottest twins in the world. Cum and see me anytime, love Jimi!"""
+329,Wild at Woodstock Ch. 03,Selena_Kitt,Chain Stories,2006-09-06,2006-09-06,2022-01-08 03:56:57,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/wild-at-woodstock-ch-03,Me and Janis Joplin.,"['3Some', 'Groupies', 'Hippies', 'Janis Joplin', 'Lesbian Rock Star', 'Party', 'Rock And Roll', 'Rock Stars', 'Threesome', 'Woodstock']",4.3,"****
+**DISCLAIMER:**
+    _The stories in the ""Celebrity"" section of Literotica are all fictional parodies - none are true, nor are they approved of by the celebrities named in the stories. Authors write these fictitious stories about famous people for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because they can. The Supreme Court of the United States, the country where this site is located, has ruled that parodies involving famous people are perfectly and totally legal under the United States Constitution. The specific case law on this was decided in the case of ""Hustler Magazine, Inc. et al. v. Jerry Falwell"" in 1988. No harm is intended toward the celebrities featured in these stories, but they are public figures and in being so, they must accept that they are fair target for parodies by the public. We believe in the first amendment, and more broadly, in the basic principle of free speech and this section may push the boundaries of that principle, but the United States Supreme Court has approved of this type of material. We believe that the Supreme Court was correct in their decision._
+\----------
+Chapter 3
+Me and Janis Joplin
+We were flying them in by helicopter because the roads were so jammed. No one could get through anymore. Rumor had it that Joni Mitchell was stuck on the New York State Thruway, and I wouldn't doubt it for a minute. The helicopters were for bringing in supplies and taking out anyone who needed medical help—but we had requisitioned them on several occasions to bring in some of the acts.
+Kenny told me that I was supposed to meet the groups and bring them safe and sound to the backstage area, which wasn't much more than a bunch of trailers stuck in the mud by that time. I'd gotten most of them in— _The Who, Santana,_ even _Jefferson Airplane_ was already there. _Iron Butterfly_ was stuck at the airport and they were on the phone with us for almost an hour trying to figure a way to get them in. The helicopter was a Med-Vac unit and couldn't get clearance to fly into the airport, of all places. We were still trying. _The Doors_ cancelled at the last minute and Kenny was totally flipping out.
+Janis was my last pickup according to Kenny, her and some one-hit-wonder chick. I honest to god couldn't remember her name. Of course, there's a lot I can't remember about those three or four days. Ask anyone who was really there what happened, and if they can tell you for sure—odds are, they weren't there.
+Janis liked this girl, though. Talked real sweet to her, patted her like some frightened kitten on the ride over. I just sat and watched them. I'd pretty much stopped being star-struck after the first few trips. I'd agreed to volunteer in order to get free admission to the show but I figured I'd be putting on band-aids or passing out hot dogs. Instead, here I was, chauffeuring the acts in to the concert while everyone was getting in free anyway. I'd missed some good stuff, but I wasn't complaining. I knew I was getting a perspective that not many people had.
+""This way,"" I said over the helicopter's roar as we stepped off into Max Yasgur's field.
+It was drizzling and gray, and the ground was squishy under our feet. I made sure they both had shoes before we started back to the trailers. There was a lot of broken glass around that got lost in the grass. It was funny, because we landed in a separate area (the kids had figured out that sometimes we were bringing acts in by air and had started to crowd around to see who was getting off next) but no one even looked twice when I led those two behind me, even in the midst of the crowd.
+Maybe Janis just wasn't that recognizable in her faded bellbottoms. She had her long, frizzy hair pulled back and was carrying a bag over her shoulder, and I guess she didn't look that important. In the helicopter, she seemed to have this glow, a sort of light. There was a moment when she pulled the girl's hair aside and whispered something to her and then winked over at me—but the minute we stepped out into the crowd, she changed. It was like she could make herself _dim_ somehow, almost invisible, and we passed through them all unnoticed.
+We had trailers set up for the acts to sleep in, although some had brought their own (the ones who made it through before the roads got all jammed.) Some of them had pitched tents, too, and were roughing it, just like the kids out on the lawn. This was long before those days when stars demanded only green M&M's or Evian water in their hotel rooms. This was long before most of these acts were, well... stars. I showed them both to a trailer where some of the other girls were staying—Grace Slick opened the door holding a beer and wearing a pair of cut-offs and a red tube top and she smiled at me and invited them in.
+Once I knew they were safe and sound, I waved my goodbyes and thought that was it. I was pretty much looking forward to my freedom for the rest of the concert. Janis caught up to me, though, a little breathless and in bare feet now, I noticed.
+""Hey, man, thanks,"" she said, giving me that smile—the one she had given me on the helicopter ride over that made my stomach do a little flip.
+""Don't sweat it,"" I replied, giving her a smile back, tossing my hair over my shoulder. It was thick and dark and almost as long as hers. ""You shouldn't go around out here without shoes. Lots of broken glass.""
+""Yeah?"" There was that smile again, the one that said she liked to live dangerously. ""Hey, so you look like a cat that knows people...""
+I shrugged. ""Maybe...""
+""What's your bag, man?"" she asked, giving me a nudge. ""I need some wake- ups...""
+I got her drift. ""Sure. You got some bread?""
+She didn't just smile then, she laughed. ""More than I can ever spend, baby. Just bring it back here, ya dig?""
+I nodded and called after her, ""Put on some shoes!""
+She laughed again and gave me the peace sign before going into the trailer.
+I had my own connections that weekend. Three of us, me, my friend, Mark, and his sister, Susan, had all agreed to volunteer in order to waive the ""admission"" and we had set up a tent back behind the stage, where most people couldn't even go. All us freebies were staying back there, and we had our own little world set up in the midst of the chaos.
+I got Janis what she asked for, and went back to deliver it, checking my watch. John Sebastian was playing now—Kenny had found him wandering in the crowd and had wrangled him into playing, since so many acts were either stuck in traffic or had backed out at the last minute. I'd seen a glimpse of Sebastian on the way by, wearing a tie-dyed shirt and pedal pushers, dedicating his next song to a girl who'd just had a baby in the hospital tent. There was a job I was glad I didn't have! I just wanted to get out front for Joan Baez. I was also real glad I wasn't in charge of the scheduling part. I was happy just to be a lackey, doing what Kenny told me to do.
+When I knocked on the trailer door, I heard a muffled, ""Come in!""
+It was dark inside. They had some sort of weird stuff over the windows that looked like cardboard covered in tinfoil. Janis and the girl (what the hell was her name? I wish I could remember) were laying together on a pull-out sofa bed, and Janis wasn't just missing her shoes now—all the rest of her clothes were gone, too.
+The blonde was half under a sheet, her face buried between Janis' legs, so all I could see was a topless Janis with her arms thrown over her head and her eyes closed. She had that same expression, I swear to god, that I'd seen on her face during a concert when she was singing, getting really into it and grooving, you know?
+""Got your uppers,"" I said, clearing my throat and averting my gaze. Didn't do much for my cock, though—it sprang to life all on its own.
+""Mmmmm, thanks,"" Janis murmured, wiggling on the bed and opening her eyes to look at me. ""Come here and let's all get down before we gotta get up...""
+I stood, fixed to the spot, and watched her crook a finger at me. I looked around, like she must be talking to someone else. Her face wasn't kidding, and I saw the way her eyes slipped down to the crotch of my jeans, and all of a sudden they were even tighter than they were a minute ago.
+""I... uh... the show..."" I said, taking a hesitant step toward the couch bed.
+The blonde hadn't stopped doing what she was doing, her hair falling like golden silk all over the sheets and Janis' creamy thighs. As the unreality of it all started to wear off, I found that I really wanted to see what was between them.
+""Come on,"" Janis purred, arching her back and making a low noise in her throat at something the blonde was doing. ""Don't bug out on me, now... I need you.""
+""Me?"" I asked, gulping as I put the little packet of pills on the table next to the couch.
+""Yes... you..."" Her hand grabbed at my belt, yanking at the buckle.
+""Hey!"" I exclaimed when she unzipped my jeans, leaning up to look in like a kid opening a Christmas present when she pulled my cock free. Her hand was soft and warm, and the mischievous look in her eyes made me want to melt.
+""What's your name again?"" she murmured with a throaty laugh, like that amused her, and I groaned when she took me into her mouth.
+I knew no one was ever going to believe me, even as it was happening. That's honestly what I remember thinking. Janis Joplin sucking my cock? Right. And the pigs flew over Yasgur's hog farm that day, too, right? What were you fucking on, Gary, 'cause I got to get me some of that shit!
+""Gary,"" I gasped, watching her tongue snake out around the head, making me even harder, and I didn't even know that was possible. ""My name's Gary...""
+""Wanna fuck, Gary?"" she asked, tilting her head at me, her eyes half-closed, and I couldn't tell if it was from pleasure, or if she was on something. The blonde was still working away between Janis' thighs, making soft wet noises, her bottom pushed up under the sheet now.
+""I... uh..."" Yeah, I hesitated. Believe it or not, I did. Two incredibly beautiful, naked women getting it on in front of me, and I said, ""Uh.""
+""Ohhh... wait..."" Janis squeezed my cock in her hand, making me jump, and a look came over her face I don't think I'll ever be able to describe. You know those pictures you've seen of her, the ones where she's shining and bright and beautiful? Like some of them that tried to capture her when she was belting out one of her songs, taken by the complete experience of it? It was like that—except that it was better.
+She was lost in the moment—gone, man, just gone—moaning and wailing and bucking on the bed, and the little blonde had to hold on for dear life, her face still buried there at the apex of Janis' thighs. And then it was like Janis was sailing, free, her eyes rolled back, her tongue caressing her lower lip, her grip loosening just a little on my cock.
+""Yeahhhhh,"" she moaned, petting the blonde's soft head. ""Oh far fucking out...""
+It was then that I made up my mind. Mostly because I wanted to see it again, that sublime look on her face. My cock, of course, had its own agenda. It saw two young naked women and wanted what it wanted. And I wanted it, too, I admit it. But that wasn't all. That wasn't even close to all. I wanted her. I wanted to make her feel that moment, just like that, and I wanted to go there with her.
+There was no telling us apart for a while, and I think someone came in and out of the trailer, too, at one point, but it's foggy. The little blonde (what the fuck was her name?! Damn, I wish I could remember) was all over me the minute I got undressed and slid between the sheets. She had a tongue that wouldn't quit and she used it all over my cock, her face still wet with Janis, as me and Janis started making out. God, it felt like we kissed for hours, and all the while, this cute little blonde was making these soft kitten noises between my legs as she sucked me.
+Janis got tired of waiting for me to make the first move, I think. I probably would have been content to stay just like that for a long damned time, but she put my hand over her breast. They were firm and sweet, and her nipple hardened like rock candy under my fingers and I had to taste. The low moan that came from her throat spurred me on, and I pulled her onto me, her hair falling all around us as she straddled me and I licked and sucked at the hard nubs.
+""Come on down here, doll,"" the blonde murmured, her mouth on my cock replaced in an instant as she pulled Janis' hips downward, aiming me for her flesh. I had a moment to think, holy shit, I'm going to fuck Janis Joplin, but then all thought was gone as the blonde slid the head of my cock through the soft, wet flesh between Janis' thighs, and Janis herself rocked and slowly impaled herself on my length.
+""Ohhhhh yeah, baby,"" Janis whispered, licking my ear. ""That's just what I needed.""
+Fucking heaven. I was fucking heaven, and she danced on my cock like a goddess, sitting up so she could rub herself as she rolled and ground down against my hips. My hands gripped her ass, moving her up and down on my cock, feeling the head pressed somewhere deep inside of her flesh, the slow friction building like some exquisite form of torture.
+The blonde was lying next to us and watching, her fingers buried in her pussy, and my eyes lingered there, watching her touch herself, her breath hot in my ear as she whispered the nastiest, dirtiest things she could think of. It was beyond hot, and I think she knew it—she was digging it, too, hearing me moan and try to hold back as she told me to fuck Janis' wet little cunt. Harder! Faster!
+""Yeah, baby,"" Janis moaned, her eyes moving over the blonde, too, and then back to me. ""Listen to her... fuck me good and hard!""
+I wasn't gonna be able to keep up with these two, I knew it. My cock was already throbbing for release, waiting to explode, and with the blonde whispering in my ear and Janis grinding against me and growling for all she was worth, there was just no way I could hold out much longer.
+Still, I gave it my best effort, grabbing Janis' hips and shoving up deep inside, a motion that threatened to send me over in an instant. I gritted my teeth, holding back, and shoved up again, hearing Janis wail. That made me crazy. I loved the sound of her and wanted more, driving deep so she made that sweet music as I slammed my cock up into her waiting flesh again and again.
+""Oooooo yesss!"" It was the blonde, biting my shoulder as her body shook with her orgasm, her fingers squelching in her pussy as she fucked herself to completion. Her full, firm breasts pressed hard into my side as she arched with her climax, her hand rocking between her thighs. Just seeing and feeling her pleasure pushed me over, and I knew it was too late to stop it.
+""Oh fuck,"" I moaned, my fingers digging in deep on Janis' hips. I thought it fair to at least give her a warning. ""I'm gonna cum!""
+""Come on, come on,"" Janis urged, rolling her hips on me with such force that she felt like a wave crashing, and I was drowning in her. I groaned and thrust up hard, feeling the first ecstatic eruption of my cum filling her wet, grinding flesh. Her face was changing, and I knew she was headed there, too, lost in the bliss of the moment as she keened and howled, the sweet clamp of her pussy around my cock milking the rest of my cum with a hot, shuddering pulse.
+She collapsed onto me, murmuring something unintelligible into my ear as she wrapped an arm around the blonde, too, and we all panted and floated away in a sweaty, slick embrace until someone knocked on the door a few moments later.
+""Melanie!"" It was Kenny. I knew his voice in an instant, and I jumped, grabbing for my clothes. Could volunteers get fired? Shit! ""Are you in there? You're on after this set!""
+""I'll be out in a minute!"" the blonde called—Melanie! Of course, now I remembered. ""Let me get dressed!""
+Kenny didn't come in, thank god, and Melanie kissed us both before throwing on her clothes and heading out the door. Janis said she wanted to see her sing, and that was our intention. We even got up and started getting dressed, but then she gave me that smile, and I couldn't help but kiss her, and we were gone again. Thank god she didn't end up having to go on stage until some time in the middle of the night.
+I watched her whole set, huddled between two girls in the crowd, sharing their blanket with a tarp pulled over our heads—it had rained all night. I saw that same look come over Janis' face a couple times during the show, that blissful moment when she wailed and rocked and her whole body shook with the force of it. I don't think I've ever seen a more beautiful woman, before or since.
+ **\----------**
+ _Author's Note:   I was born the year after Woodstock, so of course everything in this story is fiction. I could never really do the epic event of Woodstock justice, but I hope you enjoyed my little fantasy piece of it. I tried to be historically accurate wherever possible._"
+330,A Witch's Orgy,Alainn,Chain Stories,2008-03-05,2008-07-04,2022-01-08 03:45:48,5,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/a-witchs-orgy-ch-00,"1. Meet Moira and Guinevere. 2. Erebus and Moira. 3. Moira watches the orgy, & receives a fantastic orgasm. 4. Moira leaves Erebus to play with innocence and depravity. 5. Guinevere finds an intoxicating man on which to feed upon.","['Sorceress', 'Supernatural', 'Witch', 'Witchcraft']",4.22,"**A Witch's Orgy: Prologue**
+Moira and Guinevere Carling were sisters, though not in the biological sense. Each found a similar in the other -- sisters in dark temperament and unnatural desires, sisters with great powers the black craft -- and the two cleaved to each other for mutual benefit. What benefit, you might ask, would compel two of a species with a well known preference for solitude to spend eternity together? Quite simply stated: beauty. It isn't as unreasonable as one might think. After a few hundred years, even the most radiant of witches will find their splendor waning, and, quite frankly, Moira and Guinevere were not born with the comeliness such as their craft has created. Were you to look within your heart, could you honestly say you would contentedly live an endless existence looking as a stereotypical ancient hag? No, I very much doubt so.
+And yes, there are a great many spells and enchantments in a witch's arsenal to enhance beauty. Consuming the heart of a child, winded incantations over bubbling caldrons of putrid smelling (not to mention tasting) potions, invoking glamour (quite effective, but very exhausting)... But none of these were quite as easy to obtain, nor half as pleasurable, as the spell that Moira fortuitously conceived one glamoured evening in the arms of a long forgotten French prince.
+Once his royal cock was buried deeply within her greedy, insatiable pussy -- once his handsome face was screwed up in that singular moment of pure ecstasy just before the fall -- Moira whispered her greatest wish in a language so evil that a weak-hearted mortal would die from pure, abject terror. Her prince's eyes flew open, and Moira saw wild fear in his eyes. Then his body was racked with shudders of a pleasure so painful that he cried out terribly as his life essence spilled into Moira's barren womb. Taking perverse delight in the pain and fear of her lover, her pussy bore down upon his surging cock and she screamed from the incredible power that coursed through her body. A great heat filled her, the spell inadvertently cast was complete. Though the glamour illusion had long since fallen in the face of such all-consuming rapture, her prince looked down upon her in wonder. She was now more lovely than the most beauteous of courtiers. Her once homely self was all exquisite delicacy and sensuous curves.
+Had Moira been willing to share her discovery, she undoubtedly would have been able to claim the high seat in the Witch's Enclave. But renown was not important to this great witch. It was a matter of numbers: the more witches that knew of this the fewer men there would be to serve her needs. For there was one unpleasant side effect to this wondrous breakthrough: as she consumed their life essence for her beauty, the men no longer had life to give. They left Moira's arms after a night of great passion as barren as she. Moira would never allow her supply of everlasting beauty to wither away for something as frivolous as a distinction within the circle of her peers.
+Once a year for the next hundred years, Moira left her solitude to renew her beauty, and then retreated again to her quiet life in a reputedly haunted castle along the southern border of Scotland. It was more than a quiet life; she was inexplicably lonely. Like an answering prayer, Guinevere came a knocking on her door one particularly nasty winter's night. She asked for safe harbor 'til the morn, and Moira welcomed Guinevere into her home. Like recognizing like, their talk quickly turned away from the horrible weather and to the occult. Night turned to day, day turned to week, week turned to year. They spoke of past histories, peers who feigned magnificent fiery deaths much to the amusement of other witches, and, of course, they shared spells and enchantments. Desires were unearthed, and the two were delighted to learn the other tended to the immoral.
+For that year, Moira immersed herself in the delectable taste and sweet sighs of Guinevere. Some days, she would spend hours at lapping at Guinevere's clit. Others found herself rocking her hips in rhythm with Guinevere's clever fingers as the other woman delved deeply. Their kisses were carnal and cruel; with sharp nips and devouring suckling and battling tongues. Pain was as integral as the pleasure, giving and receiving both. In the mornings, Guinevere and Moira went over each other's body to discover the newest bruises, bite marks and deep scratches made during the night's assault. They applied poultices and whispered words of healing while rekindling a fresh surge of craving with none-too-subtle fingerings, licks and kisses until they were again moaning and screaming so loud that the nearby villagers believed that the old ghosts had returned.
+For that year, they fed off each other, until the day came that Moira knew it was time to leave to find a man to revive her fading beauty. If Guinevere ever noticed, she never said. For that reason, Moira decided to gift her lover with her knowledge.
+""Come with me, my love,"" she whispered seductively to her friend after explaining how the incantation worked, ""Together no man could refuse us. And we will fulfill their darkest fantasies and give them such pleasure that they would willingly give us their life essence were we to ask. Come with me, my love, and we shall feed.""
+And feed they did. Together, they roamed the dirtiest streets as the cheapest prostitutes, or introduced kings for a night in the darkest of sexual pleasure. They let horse grooms ride them in barns and stalls, they feasted upon the meat of butchers with the blood and gore of the trade pooling at their delicate knees, the most virtuous of husbands took them on the very tables their families ate upon while the wife slept unknowingly in the nest room, they even spread their legs to sailors in the cargo hold of the great ship as they crossed the ocean to the new world. No man was safe from their lusts, and for almost three hundred years, Moira and Guinevere fed.
+As time past, Moira noticed how much easier it was to corrupt the minds of men to their will. In the purity of the 1920's, there were secret clubs that catered to men with dark tastes. Guinevere and Moira found no lack of men so desperate not to wonder why a woman would give such pleasure without expecting payment in the Great Depression as they made their way to the west coast. They gave fond farewell parties to departing soldiers the night before the scared boys were to be shipped off to France and Germany. When the fifties brought an influx of desk jobs, they sucked the life essence from the men who manned them from beneath the cold aluminum desks. Moira and Guinevere ran naked for the three days of Woodstock, feeding off of more men in those few days than they had in any single year before. The 1980's were a time of sexual exhibitionism, the 1990's a time of sexual sadism, and the witch's basked in the glory of their newly found freedom.
+To celebrate Moira's 500th birthday in the early spring of 2008, Guinevere found a favorite of her friend's. A simple frat party at a house in the Berkley Hills. Uninvited and unknown, the two women waltzed into the house as if they owned it. Dressed for the singular purpose of seduction, all the men turned to watch as they sauntered into the center of the crowd to the heavy beat of Nine Inch Nail's. As if a single mind, they turned towards each other and began to dance. Their bodies undulated as they wound their limbs together.
+Guinevere hitched up her skin tight, knee length leather skirt until it rode just beneath the curve of her ass to that Moira's silk stocking clad leg could ride between her own. Guinevere's full breasts were barely confined by a simple black blouse completely open but for a single strategically placed button, and as she bounced and moved to the music, glimpses of her heavy cleavage showed to anyone and everyone who desired to look. Moira had clad herself in virginal white for the occasion. Her top was a tight contraption of lace and whale bone from back in the era of the unnatural thinness that corsets used to give a woman's figure. The brutally taut laces forced her breasts so that they rose so high above the fabric that her nipples were blatantly showing. The skirt was loose and fell to her ankles with a slit that rose on either side up to her hip bones. Each sway showed off a sheer white stocking that rose just above her knee. It was held in place by a delicate garter.
+Moira took Guinevere by the hips and ground herself against the other woman, moaning at the exquisite sensation of silk and leather sliding together. She tossed her head back, arching her back, and Guinevere took the advantage to lean down to suckle a pebble hard nipple. Moira and several onlookers groaned, and Moira thrust her hands into Guinevere's hair to press herself more firmly against the woman's mouth.
+Many men had stopped dancing and talking to watch the two women who were all but fucking in the middle of the dance floor. It was an erotic scene that excited men who were barely men, and even stirred the envious green women. The slow bump and grind never changed even as the DJ upped the beat with a fast paced song. Moira dislodged Guinevere's mouth, and slowly pirouetted. Every man's eye was focused, she saw, on the nipple that was distended and red from Guinevere's loving. Guinevere pressed herself flush against Moira's back, and rubbed herself leisurely down until she was all but squatting with her face pressed in Moira's ass. When she rose back up, her hands caught the silk fabric of the skirt and drew it up. Standing again, ass to pussy, Guinevere pulled the skirt the last decently clad inch. Now exposed, Moira reached down and began to fondle her pussy with one hand while the other ran circles around one nipple and then the other. Guinevere moved her fingers along with Moira's.
+Together they worked Moira's pussy. When Guinevere flicked at Moira's clit mercilessly, she felt herself coming apart. At the culmination of her orgasm, Moira let loose a string of words incomprehensible to the watching crowd, yet they felt the effects.
+From beneath slitted eyes, Moira enjoyed the aftershocks as she watched the spell take hold. Let loose from their inhibitions, the silly, drunken frat party quickly turned into a sinfully debauched orgy. Couples of all sorts turned towards each other, oblivious of the morals parents, teachers and religion had long instilled. Men came together with women, women came together with women, and men came together with men. Couples turned to groups, and from there was an electrifying anarchy.
+The witches observed their handiwork with glee. A jock, looking big and muscled in his jersey, had a woman happily pinned to a wall as he hammered his relatively small cock into her. Beyond them was a small group of redheads thoroughly stripping each other while taking long sips from painted blood red lips. One woman kneeled not far away between two men, shifting her mouth from one cock to another as she sucked them to a completion that covered her face in milky white. Everywhere their eyes landed found a new dizzyingly erotic scene.
+Moira's attention swiveled back to her own scene, when a man, who had been continuously watching her with his intense golden eyes from the moment they walked in, kneeled himself before her. He took swift advantage of her uncovered state by latching his mouth firmly to her dripping wet pussy. Moira moaned and stroked her fingers through his hand as she watched him suckle her clit.
+Satisfied that the party had indeed begun, and that Moira was suitably distracted, Guinevere gave her lover one long, lingering kiss before taking off with a wink. Moira's eyes followed Guinevere. The leather clad woman made for a couple near a couch at the edge of the dance floor, and Moira smiled wickedly. Guinevere dropped to her knees next to yet another jock who was eagerly sucking off the rather impressive cock of a dreamy-eyed man. While the jock sucked on the fat head, Guinevere let her tongue slide up and down the long length while she palmed his balls.
+Not happy with being ignored, the man at Moira's feet gave her clit a decidedly sharp nip. Moira gasped and looked down into glittering gold with a mischievous smile. He would certainly pay for that insubordination. Moira took a handful of his hair in her tight little fist, and then ground her pussy on his face until she knew he could hardly breath. Despite the punishment, he continued to work his tongue magically, slipping deeply into her pussy with long, luscious laps. Moira rode the man's face relishing each sinful sensation. Before he could bring her to her second rousing completion of the night, she was distracted by a thick length of steel being pressed intimately against her ass.
+Abandoning the golden-eyed, clever-tongued man, Moira turned to the tall man who had introduced himself most excellently. At the sight of his heart stopping male beauty, Moira hitched her leg up on his thigh, and pressed her pussy against him. He took her mouth with a breath stealing kiss, and she drove him wild by rubbing the hot juices of her pussy up and down his cock. The very knowledge that she was so close to having him within her, along with the incredible friction of his male hardness against her feminine softness, had her mouth aggressively feasting on his and her body moving with sensuous abandon. He was panting heavily whenever she would let him break away for a quick breath. His body was trembling from the strain of holding her in just the right place while she writhed.
+A mouth pressed hot kisses all over the heart shape of her ass. Moira looked down in surprise to see her clever-tongue man once again making his impromptu name most evocative. The man, touching her with only his tongue and mouth, was drawing spirals and circles around the curves of her ass, causing sweet shivers shooting through parts of her body that Moira never knew she had, even after five, sin filled centuries. It was inconceivable, the urge to abandon her intended for a fleeting and unproductive pleasure. Yet it was there, an urge so strong that she almost abandoned herself to it. Almost.
+Instead, she focused again on the man before her, the hard steel that rode against her mons. The man took her up, wrapping her long legs around his trim waist. Moira wound her arms like a vice about his neck, kissing him most thoroughly, and, with but the slightest shift of her experienced hips, slipped his cock within her molten depths. A sharp gasp punctuated the penetration, and Moira felt the man thicken with a vicious throb even further with which she answered by tightening and strangling his cock with inner walls. With a crazed cry, he grasped her hips cruelly, raised her up and brought her down upon him with such fierceness that Moira's body thrilled in the punishment. Again and again, he rammed himself deeper and deeper. All the while, Moira whispered wicked promises in his ear, pushing him beyond sanity with words that would make even the pope burn from lascivious hunger.
+And in the moment before her victim's completion, Moira bound him the spell. Seconds later, with a roar of ultimate triumph, he emptied himself, bestowing his life essence within her. Moira's body contracted painfully around him until, with trembling limbs, he released her and collapsed to the floor. With feline grace, Moira landed easily on her heeled feet. She gazed down, wondering that the culmination of the magic didn't leave her with the familiar sense of unspeakable power. Nevertheless, she felt the tingle of a spell fulfilled, and knew that those who looked upon her would do so with awe from her shining radiance.
+Dismissing the man sprawled at her feet, she turned to see her clever-tongued man grinning most puckishly. Anger and suspicion rose, clouding her judgment for the first time in centuries. With a red tipped nail, she stabbed him in the chest, propelling him backwards.
+""Who the hell are you,"" she asked, irritation causing her normally melodious voice to sharpen with a deadly edge.
+His smile widened, yet his golden eyes glinted with barely concealed danger, and a wave of fear washed over Moira. ""Foolish witch, I am Erebus.""
+Moira's sucked in a sharp breath, and immediately let her eyes fall from his face, for none must look upon Darkness. The condescension that had laced her voice disappeared, and she was repentance itself. ""My Lord!""
+
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+331,Women in Time Ch. 04,sharpchick,Chain Stories,2006-08-05,2006-08-05,2022-01-08 03:56:58,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/women-in-time-ch-04,The secret.,"['1930S', 'August', 'Clara', 'Heat', 'Macon', 'Secret', 'Wet Sex']",4.31,"I've often felt that the web that connects mother and daughter is paradoxically as strong as steel and as fragile as glass, particularly when secrets are woven into its threads. Never was this more abundantly illustrated than in my own life.
+The screen door slammed closed with the arrival of my granddaughter Thea, returning tearfully from yet another tempestuous visit to her mother, Frannie. I realized my daughter had not yet found the courage to be completely truthful with Thea, and it was only deepening the chasm that had existed between the two almost since Thea's birth.
+I heard Thea's muffled sobs from her room, and Bobbie's wordless, comforting murmurs to her. I was sure Thea had no idea of the source of her mother's self-hatred, and why it seemed to poison everything and everyone she touched. I also realized that Thea deserved an explanation for her mother's inability to sustain a relationship as important as theirs.
+For a brief moment, I considered calling my son, Frank, to help me. My son had provided Thea with a solid male presence all of her young life, and had doted on her as if she had been his own daughter instead of his niece. She adored him.
+As good as Frank was with Thea, this was a matter between the women in our family, and it was clear to me that I would have to be the one to provide Thea with peace of mind to which she was entitled. Then my thoughts turned to Bobbie, with her ability to remain calm and rational even in the direst of circumstances. She had been my stalwart companion and partner in life for almost thirty years, and Thea loved her dearly. But this deception was not of Bobbie's making, nor was it her responsibility to handle.
+When I entered Thea's room, she flew into my arms and clung desperately to me. ""Why, Grandma? Why is she so horrible to me? What did I do to her? Sometimes I just hate her!"" As Bobbie and I looked at each other over Thea's head, she knew it was time, too. She caressed my face as she brushed the hair off my shoulder, and gently patted Thea's back. Then she quietly left, closing the door behind her as I prepared to give my granddaughter the explanation she deserved.
+After all, it was my secret.
+ **Macon, Georgia - August 1934**
+The screen door slammed for what seemed to be the hundredth time that morning and it was only 10:30. Frank and Frannie, my four-year old twins, awakened with limitless energy, and were sorely trying my patience. On that sultry August morning in 1934, I had been trying to finish canning preserves for the winter. The kitchen had been warm by 6:30, oppressively hot by 8:00, and was stifling now. With any luck, I'd be able to finish before I had to make lunch for the twins. The oscillating fan barely made a dent in the wet heat that clung to my body and my hair stuck to the back of my neck in sodden clumps.
+I'd done the laundry the day before, another hot and sweaty task, although I had found some comfort in splashing about in the cooler water of the final rinse. The Maytag wringer washer Howard and I had purchased in 1928 was still quite serviceable, but had I known then that it would be me rather than a half day maid using it exclusively, I would have insisted on getting a more substantial model.
+As I stepped out on to the back porch, I shaded my eyes with my hand, and wiped my sweaty forehead with the tail of my apron while I watched miniature dust tornados swirl in the bare dirt beneath the children's tire swing. ""Frannie! Frank! Ya'll come in now and have lunch."" I watched as the twins looked up at me from their play and scowled. ""Ya'll come on now, and you can have some fresh peach preserves. After your nap, we'll go to the drug store.""
+As in other areas of the country, the Great Depression had hit hardest among farmers and industrial workers in Macon. Those from the middle and upper classes had lost all the money they had felt was safely ensconced in their hometown banks, to be sure, but I did not personally know anyone who went to bed hungry at night. I had found assurance in President Hoover's insistence that ""Nobody is actually starving."" My faith in the word of our country's leader was somewhat shaken in 1932, when the federal government began supplementing the local relief programs, not long after the news stories on the radio about hundreds of homeless women sleeping in two of Chicago's parks at night.
+The same caricatures of shoeshine stand operators and street peddlers that had sprung up all over cities across the United States haunted the streets of Macon, too, although in far fewer numbers. I suppose it made them easier to pass almost unnoticed as I went about my weekly routine – the one that kept me sane in those years of lack and despair. At least we had not had to go on relief. There were many families in Macon who had, and some who had flatly refused, begging and scavenging instead from remote corners of their community, hoping no one would recognize them.
+I realized that it wasn't likely that the twins and I would starve anyway. I was always aware of the whispers of pity behind the hands as we arrived for Sunday service. I tried to ignore them, but inside I seethed, not at my well- meaning fellow congregants, but at myself for giving them fodder about which to whisper. And I gratefully took the hand-me-down clothing offered by women with children older than mine. Still, I hoped for the day when this wretched Depression was over and sometimes allowed myself the futile luxury of remembering when things were different - the more prosperous and happier times of the past. To get to the really happy times, though, I'd have to go further back than that horrible November night in 1929, the night my husband died. The night I just as good as killed him myself.
+ **1926 - 1929**
+I married late in life, and truthfully, had it not been for Mama's insistence, I probably would not have married at all. Make no mistake, my mother, Martha Jones Fenton, made me a good match. . . Howard Charles Miller, II was quite a catch. He was handsome and intelligent, and possessed a keen sense of honor and duty. Howard worked for the second largest bank in Macon, having landed the job when he returned from a six-month tour of duty in France at the end of the Great War in 1918. By 1920, he had risen to a management position at the bank, and in 1923, he became an officer.
+Howard was an excellent bank officer. The almost religious fervor with which Howard approached the job – indeed, any responsibility in his life – was largely due to the rigid training of his father, who had died during the influenza epidemic of the late teens. Howard had learned at his father's knee that weakness was the antithesis of a real man.
+I had never dated much, not being one to go along with groups of girls my age, hoping to be seen and admired by a boy. In fact, Mama had been the one to introduce Howard to me, and looking back on it, it was Mama who encouraged the courtship, practically shoving me into Howard's arms, determined to make sure that I, her only daughter and now twenty-eight years old, was not destined to lead the life of a spinster. When Mama ran out of reasons I should marry Howard, she tried another out of desperation.
+At first I was sure she was joking, but the look on her face told me otherwise. ""He has a good pedigree? A pedigree? Mama, we have no pedigree. We are all mongrels, the whole lot of us. Gemmie would turn in her grave if she heard you say that. She'd be far more interested in whether Howard will stick by his family through thick and thin. You know that, you're the one who told me all about her."" ""Gemmie"" was what some of the older children had called Mama's paternal grandmother, Emmaline Jones. Even though I was only a toddler when Gemmie passed on, Mama had told me stories about Gemmie's spunk and determination, as well as her desire that all the women in the family would be women of substance.
+Mama had come by her persistence naturally and a dark scowl was her reply. As usual, I gave in. Howard Charles Miller, II and I were married on May 29, 1926, in a lovely service in the church where Howard was raised. We had our reception in Mama's rose garden and followed with a week's honeymoon in New Orleans.
+I knew the war had taught Howard some hard truths about life and death, but I didn't know that he brought home a secret from France – one that in a roundabout way was our undoing. And even though he tried hard not to show it, Howard wasn't happy that I took no pleasure from the marriage act. He tried awfully hard to be patient with me, and I wanted desperately to give him a son.
+We led a very comfortable lifestyle, and entertained often, frequently in the home we had purchased immediately after our marriage, only three blocks away from Mama's house. Howard's boss had been most generous with his wedding gift of cash, as well as his connections in real estate, and Howard told me we'd be able to pay off the three-bedroom home in ten years if his salary at the bank continued to increase at the same rate.
+He spared no expense in making sure my wardrobe was one befitting the wife of the vice president of the bank. He complimented me on my appearance often, and I was almost ashamed that I wasn't the active bed partner I knew he wanted, but I never refused his advances.
+Our mothers fretted and stewed that we had not given them a grandchild, and I sometimes wondered about that myself. Given the difference in our satisfaction with sex, it hardly seemed fair to say anything to Howard about it, and he didn't bring it up either. I know he was proud of me for making a lovely home for the two of us, and he told me that I was a wonderful asset to him in his business. I was quite popular with the wives of the other bank officers, and frequently helped organize dinner parties when two or more officers were courting prospective and well-heeled customers for the bank.
+Prohibition seemingly had no effect on the party atmosphere at these dinners, as the liquor flowed freely. None of the wives knew how or from where the bottles appeared, and only a few of us noticed that some of the stuff that was swilled so freely was vintage liquor. It was one such night in August 1929 that I had more to drink than was my custom. I liked the warm and free feeling the drinks gave me, and since Howard always drove, I thought nothing of consuming every drink placed in my hand. I even stumbled into Arthur Levy, one of the junior partners at the bank, as I went toward the bathroom to freshen up.
+""Oh my, I am so sorry. How awkward of me. . ."" I remember that my voice trailed off as my gaze met Arthur's boyish smile, erasing my embarrassment. He assured me that there was no harm done, and a few minutes later, even gallantly offered to drive me home when Howard came to tell me we must leave early because he had an excruciating headache. Looking forward to some quiet time in a dark room to ease his pounding head made Howard agreeable, and after thanking his host, my husband left the party alone.
+My temporary escort made sure my glass was full for the remainder of the evening, till I told him, ""No more, Arthur, or I won't need the ride home, I swear I'll just float there."" Arthur's green 1926 Model T sedan was his pride and joy, and he opened the passenger door for me and helped me step up and in. He got in on his side, set the spark lever, and then got back out to crank the car.
+We talked and joked for most of the leisurely ride, and I found I was enjoying myself more than I had in months. I had just remarked that it was a shame the night had to end when Arthur turned the sedan left down a road behind some empty warehouses that sat on the east bank of the Ocmulgee River.
+Even now, it's hard to remember all of it. He stopped the car and turned to me, sliding his hand under the full skirt of my cocktail dress. He didn't pause as he grasped the leg of my underpants and pulled them forcefully out of the confines of the girdle, throwing them as well as my shoes aside.
+My head was swimming and it was through the haze of the liquor that I felt his fingers grope between my legs as he unfastened his trousers. His engorged manhood found the mark instantly and in seconds, he was rutting inside my moist passage, grunting with lust. I felt like a casual observer, dispassionate and detached, as if watching a film in slow motion. A shudder and primal moan from Arthur startled me back into reality and I began pushing him away while pulling at the hem of my skirt, trying to get it back over my knees. The absurdity of my efforts amused Arthur and he began to laugh.
+Dazed and with tears streaming down my face, I stumbled from the car, only turning to hiss at him, ""If you ever come near me again, I will kill you, I swear it."" I ran the rest of the way home in my bare feet, and collapsed under the big oak tree in the backyard, trying to regain my composure and hoping against hope that Howard had taken one of his pills for his headache. When I could breathe normally, I went in the house and straight to the bath. With scalding tears running down my face as I scrubbed my skin raw, I vowed to put this night out of my memory and my life.
+ **November 1929**
+It was a night so horrible that even now, I wrestle with panic as I recall it. As had become his habit, Howard had come home from work very discouraged that evening and I had hoped to lighten his mood with a suggestion to take a picnic lunch down to the river the next weekend, where I could tell him our good news. I had discovered I was pregnant with our first child and was hopeful it would be a boy. I had started to tell him about my plan for the picnic, but he brushed me off with a wave of his hand as he poured himself another drink and settled into his chair.
+I knew he felt just awful about losing our money in the stock market crash. He had been buying stocks ""on margin,"" whatever that meant, and had learned how bad things really were a few days before Black Tuesday in a meeting with his boss that left him stone-faced and trembling. I had never seen Howard like that before.
+As he explained it to me, we had no more savings and he would have to pay back a lot of money to the bank. He apologized to me over and over again - I was almost sure I heard him weeping in the bath that night. What he didn't say (and I later learned), was how many banks had closed in the days just after the crash. If his bank was one of the next to close, he might not have a way to pay the money back.
+In the weeks after the crash, Howard was silent and distant when he arrived home each evening. He only picked at his supper. I tried gently chiding him, reminding him of the increasing number of news reports on the radio about people going hungry and how lucky we were not to be in those numbers. But his withering glare stopped me in mid-sentence, so I decided just to try and tempt him with what I hoped were tasty meals.
+That night was no different. Although I had spent two hours preparing a new chicken dish, Howard ate no more than a few bites before pushing his plate back and announcing he was going outside for an after-dinner drink and a smoke. I decided to wait no longer with my happy news and I asked him to sit down again. As was so characteristic of Howard, he got right to the point.
+""Now what do you want to say, Clara?"" He looked down patiently at me, and then, seeing I wasn't going to start talking with him standing over me, he pulled the dinette chair back out and sat down.
+For some reason, anxiety suddenly washed over me, and I became tongue-tied and awkward. I almost stammered as I told him. ""I have news, Howard. Very good news, I think. I hope you'll think it's good, too. I'm pregnant. We're going to have a child, in about six months.""
+After a silence long enough to make me wonder if he had heard me, Howard tersely told me, ""That's not possible."" His eyes burned into my skin ominously and I was at a loss for words. What could that mean? He realized I couldn't comprehend what he said. ""I said, that's not possible. Do you hear me? There was an accident when I was in France – I can not father children, Clara – yours, or any other woman's.""
+I was stunned. Wave after wave of dizzying thoughts needled my brain, and all at once, I remembered the drunken night in August, when Arthur Levy had his way with me in the front seat of his car. The horrendous memory slammed into me and when I looked in Howard's eyes, I knew that he knew.
+""How dare you? You are nothing more than a harlot, a whore, and you and your bastard will rot in hell."" Howard shouted so loudly that the veins stood out in his forehead, making an angry red roadmap across his brow. ""Get out of my sight, you whoring tramp. DID YOU HEAR ME? I SAID LEAVE ME!""
+Each word hit me like a physical blow and I flinched, the rage in his voice pushing me backward until I was in the living room. I tasted fear in my mouth, like old pennies on my tongue. The baby wasn't Howard's.
+I turned away and ran – away from my husband's rage and contempt, and toward the only place I knew where I would be able to make sense of the whole thing. Mama's house – I had to get to Mama's house. Mama would be able to make sense of it all and put things to right again.
+I was only two blocks away when I heard the single gunshot as it cracked and echoed through the chill of the clear and starry night. I knew instantly what it was, and sank to my knees in the crisp fallen leaves. I recalled the times I had seen Howard, sitting morosely at his desk, polishing the Colt .38 special he kept for our protection with a piece of linen cloth. I remember covering my face with both hands and sobbing, a moaning wail that started somewhere in my belly and rose to my throat erupting into an endless, hoarse scream that drew Mama's panicked neighbors from their supper tables to their front porches.
+I remember little but what I've been told of the two or three weeks after that. Mama and Howard's mother made the funeral arrangements. Mama said I subsisted on crackers, tea and tranquilizers for a week after Howard's death, until Dr. Loomis put a stop to that, citing the negative effect sedatives could have on the baby. He also insisted I begin eating a better diet and the women in my life seized on that decree with a ferocious competitiveness, each trying to outdo the other in creating something that would tempt me to eat.
+Almost everyone knew that we had lost quite virtually all our cash and stocks in the crash, and I was horrified to learn they also assumed that Howard had performed the ultimate act of sacrificial love by providing the benefits from a paid up $3,500 life insurance policy for me and our child. Howard's boss applied the proceeds from the insurance to retire the mortgage on our home and presented me with the deed himself.
+Howard's mother, Cecilia, extolled her son's virtues to me each time she visited, and always felt compelled to end her speech with a stricken sigh and a meaningful glance at my burgeoning belly, adding, ""At least we'll have his son to carry on his name.""
+By Christmas, Mama insisted I start getting out and resuming some of my customary activities before my pregnancy showed too much for mingling in mixed company. I attended Macon's Christmas parade, and was pleasantly surprised to see so many of Macon's Great War soldiers there. One in particular kept glancing at me quite a bit as the mayor turned on the electric lights that adorned the Christmas tree in front of City Hall. After the ceremony, I went over to introduce myself. The modicum of wobbly peace I had crafted for myself was dashed during our conversation.
+Cpl. Harry Stewart already knew who I was, although he seemed quite dismayed to hear me introduce myself as Clara Miller, Howard's widow. His uneasy glances at my belly began to unnerve me. ""Yes, Mrs. Miller, I heard that Howard had passed on. At the risk of sounding indelicate, are you sure it's a good idea to appear in public? I personally find it insulting to his memory that you would try to pass off your baby as Howard's.""  
+A wave of dizziness hit me, and he offered his arm for support. Cpl. Stewart led me to a nearby bench, and told me he had been a medic in Howard's unit in France. Howard had come to him with symptoms of a very personal nature, and although Cpl. Stewart tried to help him, it was too late. Howard's indiscreet encounter with a French prostitute had left him sterile. There had been no ""accident.""
+Most indelicately, I lost my evening meal all over Cpl. Stewart's shoes and he hurried to find my mother. Seeing how upset I was, Mama took me home immediately. I didn't tell her what had upset me – I just couldn't. Even though I received a most gracious note from Cpl. Stewart a few days later, his bold, masculine script assuring me he had no intention of disclosing my secret, my nerves remained shattered and I found it increasingly difficult to accomplish even the most mundane of tasks. I spent most of the remainder of my pregnancy in bed, Dr. Loomis fearing the loss of the pregnancy, and I of what remained of my sanity.
+Franklin Charles and Frances Eugenia Miller were born at 9:34 and 9:46 a.m. respectively, on May 12, 1930 after a mercifully brief labor. Howard's mother was beside herself when I refused to name my son after Howard, but I felt that would only add insult to the injury and deception that surrounded the twins' birth. Aside from Cpl. Stewart and me, no one knew the truth about why Howard had shot himself on that November evening in 1929, and the comfort and concern of my friends and neighbors stung like salt on a bleeding wound. I felt I had consigned myself and my children to the role of tragic local figures that many of the good people of Macon could nurture and support, finding some sense of meaning in the face of their collective inadequacy during this cruel Depression.
+ **August 1934** Since I had no luck getting the twins to nap in the sticky August heat, I decided we would go to the drug store Clyde Barrett and his wife Sarah still owned. There were only a few items on my list, and normally we would have walked the few blocks but at the last minute, I decided to take the car if for no reason than the breeze coming in through the open windows.
+I had finished with my shopping, and was checking my list one last time as Frannie and Frank fidgeted impatiently in front of the candy counter. I knew the children would plead for some of the sugary treats, so I had budgeted a small amount to indulge them. There were so few treats these days, and all due to circumstances far beyond the understanding and control of children – or many adults, it seemed. My back was turned when the commotion started.
+An outraged female voice yelled, ""Stop! Thief!"" The aroma of unwashed flesh and fear assailed my nose as a slight figure rushed past me, intent on getting to the door. As I turned to see what was going on, the thief found his passage blocked by Clyde, the owner of the drug store, who had emerged from behind the counter in response to his wife's cries for help. Clyde grabbed the boy by his shirt collar and gave him a threatening shake. The force of the hold sent the young man's cap tumbling to the floor and tore the collar of his shirt. Two bars of soap skittered under the edge of the counter. I gasped out loud as an unmistakably female breast was bared as the shoulder seam of her shirt gave way.
+""Mama, that's a girl!"" I heard my small son's shocked voice and pulled him behind my skirt as I hissed at Clyde. ""For the love of God, Clyde, let go of her!""
+Even as he was loosening his grip on the girl's torn shirt, Clyde continued to assume an air of outraged authority as he proclaimed, ""Fine then, Clara. We'll let the law deal with this little thief."" I recognized the panic that flickered briefly across the girl's face before she quickly replaced it with the mask of defiance. I also remembered from our women's church group missions at the Macon jail at Christmas that there were no accommodations for women who had been arrested. My decision was made instantly.
+""No, Clyde, don't do that. No law. I'll take responsibility for her. Put her soap on my bill."" Clyde's wife, Sarah, had come to stand by her husband and was just as incredulous as he that I would consider such a thing. Clyde looked at me in disbelief as he asked me to step behind the counter to talk.
+With the girl under the unwavering glare of Sarah's watchful eyes, Clyde and I went behind the counter. Clyde's tone was serious. ""Clara, I'm sorry but she's one of those damn tramps – the kids who ride the rails ever since this god awful Depression started. Only most of them are boys, and they just travel from town to town, stealing whatever they can. I feel real bad for them, but I can't just give all of them what they need. Someone has to stop this. Do I need to remind you that you don't need any more responsibility than you have now? Now get this foolish notion out of your mind.""
+""Clyde, imagine the circumstances that led to this girl stealing soap, of all things. My place would be much better for her than jail. Make your point with some other tramp. She's going home with me and I'll pay for the soap. My mind's made up.""
+Realizing that he would not sway me, Clyde added up my purchases plus the two bars of soap, and gave me my change. As I picked up my box of goods, I asked the wide-eyed girl her name. She said it was Bobbie Calvert. ""Well then, Bobbie, come along before you get into any more trouble.""
+If the looks on the faces of the small group of people gathered around the door were any indication, we must have made a motley procession as we left Clyde's drug store. I loaded the box and the twins in the back seat of the car, and then opened the passenger door for my new houseguest, who had the dubious honor of being a petty thief.
+Frank and Frannie were in the midst of one of the most dramatic moments of their young lives, and hardly restrained in their questions, both of them peppering Bobbie at the same time. ""Why do they call you Bobbie? That's a boy's name. How old are you? Why did you take that soap? Where do you live? Are you going back home tomorrow? Are we driving you there?""
+As I tried to still the rapid-fire questions Frannie and Frank asked, Bobbie quickly spoke up, her voice surprisingly husky for one of her youth. ""No ma'am, don't shush them. I don't mind. I'd wonder why we were taking a smelly girl to our house, too, if I was them."" Turning to the children hanging on the back of the front seat, Bobbie's face relaxed into the first smile I had seen her wear.
+""Bobbie is what my little sister and brothers call me. My real name is Roberta, but I never liked it much. I'm 17, and I took the soap because I need a bath and my clothes do, too. I can't go back to my house right now, so I guess I'll stay with you today, unless your Mama wants me to leave. And no, I don't think you will be taking me to my house, because it's in Oklahoma and that's a very long way from here.""
+I stopped the car at home, and turned to Frannie and Frank. ""Now, you two may take your candy and go play in your room. Bobbie needs a bath and something to eat and then, she and I are going to talk. You can talk to her some more later.""
+Bobbie carried the box into the house, setting it down at my direction on the kitchen counter. Frannie and Frank danced eagerly beside me as I handed them their candy, reminding them to remember to share. As I turned to her, I saw that Bobbie was looking around at her surroundings in awe. I asked her what she wanted first, a bath or a meal. She quickly chose the bath. I motioned for her to follow me, as I went to my room to find something suitable for her to wear while her filthy clothes were washed.
+""You'll need something to wear until we can wash your clothes. I may have something in the closet you could borrow. Let me have the shirt and I'll see if it can be mended."" As I looked back up, I was stunned to see that Bobbie had taken the shirt off, dropped it on the floor and was following suit with her trousers. My embarrassment at viewing her nakedness evaporated as I assessed the young woman's body – lithe and toned, with sinuous curves as well as taut, pert breasts. Her hips flared slightly below her waist, and her muscular thighs and calves tapered gracefully to slim ankles.
+I met Bobbie's defiant eyes and said, ""You're not really 17. Now, how old are you and what were you doing stealing soap from the drugstore?"" I handed her a dressing gown from the closet and waited for her response.
+Tying the dressing gown at the waist, Bobbie looked at me, and thrust her chin out. ""I'm old enough to go anywhere I want to, and like I said, I need a bath. But I'm not about to start answering to anyone. I'm my own boss now.""
+Appalled at her attitude, I closed the gap between us in two steps. ""I have every right to know who is staying in my house. Now either you tell me the truth or I will put you on a train with a paid fare back to where you came from."" Amazingly, I saw tears well up in her eyes, before she brushed them away with the back of her hand. Haltingly at first, and then with an increasing desire to rid herself of the burden, Bobbie sat on the edge of the bed and began to tell me what home was like for her.
+She was 23 years old, and had left her home in Oklahoma's dust bowl four years earlier, when her father had told her to go. The ultimatum came after yet another argument, her father drunk and reeking of vomit, when Bobbie had displayed the streak of independence and sassiness that he so hated in a woman. He stood inches away from her face, his breath hot and fetid, as he told her to get out by morning.
+She had kissed her mother, sister and brothers good-bye, and packed her few possessions in a pillowcase. Right before she left in the weak dawn of the next morning, Bobbie forced a promise from her younger brother that he would assume her role as a buffer between their father's drunken, battering rages and the rest of their family.
+Bobbie walked into town and hopped a train headed east. She thought her luck would be best in the southern states, which she had heard were welcoming and hospitable. But the reality of the tramps riding the rails during the Great Depression was far from welcoming and hospitable. Bobbie quickly learned to keep her hair short, her mouth shut and to wear the baggy clothes that helped her to pass as an older teenaged boy.
+The tramps went from town to town, most willing to work, but there were no jobs available. Some cities had missions, where the tramps could get a meal and sometimes a bath. Shoes, which wore out frequently, were almost impossible to come by. Bobbie was always hungry, but she stayed away from the camps. Need soon overrode propriety, and just as the other tramps did, Bobbie unapologetically stole what she needed whenever she had the chance. ""But I never took anything from someone worse off than me."" She looked anxiously at my face as she said it, as if it mattered very much to her that I believed it.
+My heart ached for this young woman who had been separated from her family and her home. I hugged her close and told her I was sorry for what she'd had to endure. I suggested she run a bath while I got her something to eat. I decided we would have an early dinner of cold fried chicken left from yesterday. The twins were lively at dinner, and Bobbie's spirits seemed to lift as Frannie and Frank teased her about the way my clothing engulfed her slight frame.
+Bobbie supervised the children's baths that evening while I cleared away the dinner dishes. I smiled as gleeful shrieks and laughter drifted into the kitchen as Bobbie put the children to bed. When I went in to kiss them good night, both Frank and Frannie begged me to let them ""keep"" Bobbie as their adopted big sister.
+Bobbie and I made a bed for her on the sofa, since my third bedroom was lacking a bed. I had put it to use as a sewing room and extra storage for things the twins had outgrown, as well as the vegetables I had canned for the winter. I loaned her one of my nightgowns, so voluminous on her, she looked like a small child playing dress-up in her mother's cast-off clothes.
+As for me, I tossed and turned in the stifling August night heat, despite the best efforts of the fan I had trained directly on my bed. I finally got up at about 1 a.m. and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I looked out the window to the backyard, I saw Bobbie's silhouette under the big oak tree, her nightgown clinging limply around her legs. I took my glass of water outside with me.
+""You couldn't sleep either, I see."" I handed the glass to Bobbie, and she took a grateful sip. ""It's just so hot and nearly impossible to get comfortable enough to sleep,"" Bobbie said, as she handed the glass back to me. I knew that despite the open windows in the living room, she must have sweltered on the overstuffed sofa, which had seen better days.
+""You know, my granny used to have a way to cool us kids off when we were little and too hot to sleep. She took the sheet off the bed and wet it down, and then the fan blowing on us made it feel much cooler."" I considered this solution and thought it was worth a try. It took both of us to wring out my bed sheet after I had soaked it in the bathtub in cool water. As we laid it carefully across the bed, a thought occurred to me. ""It doesn't make a lot of sense to lay a wet sheet on top of our nightgowns, Bobbie.""
+She looked at me as if I were a small child and sighed. ""Of course we will need to take off our nightgowns, Clara. What would be the point if we didn't?""
+Giggling at my shocked expression, Bobbie pulled her gown over her head. The blasting heat made me cast my natural modesty aside – after all, we were two women. We clambered into bed side by side, and sat with the sheet pulled over our naked bodies, relishing the steady cool air now blowing across them.
+As I watched, Bobbie stretched her arms over her head, and the twin peaks of her erect nipples, chilled by the wet sheet, were clearly visible. I stared, mesmerized at the sight.
+""Touch them."" At the sound of her voice, I looked into her face. There was no hesitation in her eyes and she said it again. ""Touch them, please."" A visible shudder ran through Bobbie as I tentatively grazed her nipples with the palms of my hands. Almost imperceptibly, she leaned slightly toward me, pressing her nipples more firmly into my hands.
+The points of her rigid nipples seared into the palms of my hands, and I closed them around the swell of each breast. A soft moan escaped Bobbie's lips and she closed her eyes. As I cupped each breast more firmly, I felt the dampness growing between my legs, and I was overwhelmed with desire for her.
+I kissed her then, feeling her soft lips yield to mine, and her breath as she opened her mouth to take my tongue. The sheet dropped from our bodies. Her hands moved slowly down my body as we kissed, pausing to caress my neck, breasts and belly. Then she moved one hand lower, her fingers grazing and plucking at the dark hair covering my mound. Each time she gently tugged, electric shocks raced through my wet sex and I heard my own throaty moans.
+Then she was pushing me down, raining breathy kisses on my face and neck, urging me with her hands to lie down on the bed. I did as she wanted, and she straddled my body, using her hands, mouth and tongue on my breasts and nipples. I had never felt such intense erotic feelings before.
+Bobbie continued her sensual journey. She went farther, kissing and caressing my belly, nibbling at the sensitive skin where my hip met my groin. When she reached my tangled hair, she stopped and inhaled deeply. Startled, I clamped my legs together, but she gently and persistently parted them with her hands, looking up at me with a smile.
+She buried her nose and mouth in my wet sex. Softly at first, and then with increasing excitement, she lapped my erect button with her tongue, brief intense flicks, before she sucked it fully into her mouth. I felt her fingers invade my wet depths as she licked my clitoris faster.
+Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, and I arched up to meet the waves and her invading fingers, plunging deeper and faster as I rode the ecstasy. The sound of my heart pounding in my ears became a faint and distant roar, and darkness threatened to take me. I was overwhelmed by the intensity of my orgasm, having never experienced anything like it.
+I opened my eyes to see Bobbie, still astride my legs, but kneeling upright now, with her fingers parting her moist lips, rubbing her erect nub with hard and fast strokes. As she peaked, her head fell back, and in the dim light of the room, I saw the goddess that resides in every woman.
+Her smile was soft and relaxed as she lay down on the bed beside me. I drew the sheet up over us and we slept, our hands entwined. We woke together early the next morning, just as the first light of the sunrise beckoned. Our first kiss was shy, as kisses in the light of day between lovers often are. The shared memory of the connection we had created flickered and flared briefly, bringing a passion to the kiss that left each of us breathless.
+As we rose and dressed for the beginning of the new day, my heart was singing.
+ **March 1939**
+Bobbie developed into a gifted seamstress and in the years near the end of the Depression, we began to take larger and more complex requests for sewing, even designing and making the wedding gown and trousseau for the daughter of Macon's mayor in 1938. Our thriving business made life more comfortable for the children as well as ourselves. Her energy and drive had a wonderfully positive effect on most everyone she met, and Bobbie assimilated into our lives in Macon with ease.
+She was, quite simply, the love of my life, and I of hers. She was the keeper of my secrets, and I trusted her completely. She was also brutally honest, having learned that together there was nothing we could not face and emerge all the stronger for it. She reminded me every so often that the twins deserved to be told the circumstances of their conception and births. I knew she was right, and in one of our many late night discussions, we agreed we would tell Frank and Frannie the truth about their parentage and Howard Miller's death when they were 14. Neither of us could have possibly imagined how Frannie would respond.
+We were in the kitchen one blustery morning in March, taking a break from a particularly backbreaking project of pleating draperies we had started as soon as Frank and Frannie left for school. I got up to rinse the coffee cups in the sink, and Bobbie came behind me, sliding her hands up my blouse to cradle both breasts, teasing my nipples with her fingers. I turned to her, cupping her face in my hand and kissed her deeply as she continued to pinch and tweak my nipples. We had both forgotten Mama was supposed to come over to bring some fabric she had found on a trip to Atlanta.
+Mama never let the screen door slam shut. Bobbie and I were so engrossed in our erotic embrace we never even heard her come in, but we both heard her startled gasp as well as her retreating footsteps as she hurriedly left our home. Bobbie held me late into the night as I imagined the horrifying outcome of Mama's unwelcome revelation about me.
+The letter from Mama arrived in the post the next day. I quickly put it in the pocket of my apron after taking it from the box, so Bobbie couldn't see. I could read it later, when Bobbie went to the store to pick up rickrack for an apron she was making for Frannie from one of my old ones.
+Later that afternoon, sitting under the bare branches of the oak tree in the backyard, I opened the envelope from Mama with a hairpin held in trembling hands. Her dainty and precise script blurred as I read the letter through eyes swimming with tears.  
+""Dearest Daughter,
+I don't think I've ever shown you the diary your Great Grandma Emmaline Jones left right before she passed. One of your grandaunts has the diary Grandma Emmaline wrote in her own hand, but Papa thought it was important that all the members of his family, especially the women, should be able to read about our origins. The copy I have came from my papa, your Grandpa Horace, who copied it from the original. You will get my copy when I die, since you are the next woman in line. I trust you will pass it on to Frances when you feel she is responsible enough to care for it.
+I've copied some of what Grandma Emmaline wanted us to know so that you can have it now. . . _'I believe that my time is coming to a close soon. I have been putting off this diary entry for far too long already. I suppose that I had hoped that I would have more time. More time to help the women of my family come into their own strength. I wish that I could do more but I suppose at this late date the only thing that is left to me is to write down what has happened in my life. I want the others to know. I want the women of the family to know that we came from good solid stock. . . I taught my children; I taught them to not forget who they were or how they came to be there. I did not want to forget the sacrifices that the women in our family made before. . . Keepsakes and memories - that is all a mother has of any of her children and her children's children. We keep it all in our hearts and at the end of our time we make sure that another keeps their memories in their heart. . . I feel blessed that I have had so much love in my lifetime.'_
+We all deserve to have that much love, dearest Clara, and if Bobbie gives you that love, then you must cherish it. Women who have strength and courage to follow their hearts despite the opinions of others are the richest of all. You come from good stock, Clara – from women who have faced opposition and emerged stronger for it.
+I will always love you, no matter who you are or whom you love.
+Mama""
+I put the letter back in my apron pocket and waited until I heard the dear and familiar voices of my family before I went in the house. All three were in the kitchen, Frank and Frannie excitedly telling Bobbie about their day at school.
+Love overwhelmed me and I knew Gemmie was right. Children must be taught not to forget who they were or how they came to be there. My children had a right to know who they were. In five years, I would be rid of my secret and I, as well as the people I loved, would be free.
+*
+ _Emmaline Jones' diary excerpt is from Women in Time, Chapter 1, The End of an Era, by Elizabetht._"
+332,The Worst Chain Story Ever Ch. 01,oggbashan,Chain Stories,2003-06-03,2003-06-03,2022-01-08 03:56:00,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-worst-chain-story-ever-ch-01,Matching his fetish (Satire).,"['Fetish', 'Fur Mittens', 'Pirate', 'Silk', 'Topical', 'Walk-In Wardrobe', 'Worst Chain']",4.58,"**The Worst Chain Story Ever Ch.01: Matching His Fetish**
+ _Copyright Oggbashan May 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work._
+This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
+Note to Readers: Please read the title. This is meant to be bad, repetitive and boring in places. If it were not a Chain Story it would be categorised as Humor and Satire. You have been warned. Continue at your own risk.
+Magdalena Shaw opened the door of her walk-in wardrobe and walked in. This is her special wardrobe with her sexual clothing, not the other walk-in wardrobe with her normal clothing, nor the fitted wardrobe on the wall for her husband's clothing. It is not a garderobe because it doesn't have a toilet and Magdalena lives in a modern architect designed house not a medieval castle and even if she did live in a medieval castle she would not be seen dead using a garderobe because they are cold, draughty and dangerous to the user who could fall in and end in a pile of shit at the end of a long drop so she prefers to have a fitted bathroom ensuite to her bedroom but the other end of the room from the wardrobes. The two walk-in wardrobes had been designed and built for her as a special feature of the house. The special wardrobe is twice the size of the normal wardrobe because her special clothing was used twice as often so she had twice as many special clothes. In between the two walk-in wardrobes is a concealed room that contains the video equipment for the many cameras in the bedroom. Accessed from the special wardrobe behind the bridal wear, it had a one way mirror looking into the bedroom for voyeurs and broadband for live camera action which was a useful source of income for the Shaws.
+Her husband, John (the Dong) Shaw was sure to be tired out by his shift at Tony the Tongue's high class establishment for oversexed high class ladies. John the Dong was always hard and never came into a client which meant that he was in great demand. After a shift he wanted to come but was so riven with hang-ups that he needed Magdalena's special clothing and talents to get him past the self generated fucker's block that he used so well at work. Now that Dick the Prick was on duty John the Dong could relax but only once he had shot his load into Mrs Shaw for sure.
+If only John the Dong could tell Magdalena the fetish that would work for him tonight life would be so much easier for both of them but neither he nor she ever knew what would break through the log-jam of his fucker's block.
+So Magdalena prepared for everything. He would be here soon begging at her feet for relief. Once, just once, as Mr and Mrs Shaw walked the seashore, her salty smelly feet on his face had worked the trick and jolted his prick to come a ton in his pants. So each time she leapt in feet first but no matter how smelly there was no cum for her belly.
+Mrs Shaw thought that silk would be a good start so she dressed herself carefully from the silken raiment in the silk section of her special walk-in wardrobe. She slid on her orange silk panties, clasped on her orange silk bra with pointed cups and strange Arabic inscription. The inscription was strange, all right. She had asked the proprietor of the dressmaking sweatshop for a suitable inscription. The proprietor had called one of his exploited illegal immigrant employees and explained what was wanted. The proprietor could read English and Urdu. The employee could read and write Arabic and understood very little English but she seemed to understand what was wanted. Magdalena was pleased with the result which was extremely finely worked. The only Arabic reader who had seen that bra had not dared to tell Magdalena that the inscription actually read ""These bumps are man made. Beware hole that you could lose a camel in. The smell should tell you when you are near it.""
+Magdalena eased on her voluminous lurid green harem trousers and tied the drawstring at her waist. There was as much silken material in those trousers to make a bridal gown and the bridesmaids' dresses as well. She covered her hair with a pink silk scarf and carefully arranged her yashmak so that only her eyes were showing. Then she pulled dozens of silk scarves from their drawer and tucked them into the waistband of her trousers.
+She waited until she heard John the Dong's key in the front door before flinging her all enveloping black silk burqah over her head. As John entered the room all he could see of his wife was a column of shapeless black silk.
+""Kiss my feet!"" Magdalena ordered.
+John dropped to his knees and kissed the bare foot that stuck out from under the silken burqah.
+""On your back!""
+John rolled on to his back. Magdalena's dirty foot pressed over his face grinding him against the carpet. She put the ball of her foot over his mouth and squeezed his nostrils shut between her big toe and the next. John's face gradually turned purple, the colour of a Victoria Plum, from lack of breath but there was no other reaction. Magdalena sighed soundlessly to herself. It had been worth a try. She tweaked his nose with her toes before releasing her grip. John gasped for air.
+""Do you want to see more of me?"" she asked.
+John nodded. He was still short of breath and the cheesy smell of her feet deterred him from breathing too deeply.
+""Then you must strip first. Everything.""
+John stripped.
+""Follow me.""
+John followed into the bedroom. Magdalena stripped off her voluminous burqah and spread it over the bed.
+""Turn round! Hands behind your back!"" she ordered.
+She pulled a silk scarf from her waistband and tied his hands with it. With another scarf she stuffed John's mouth before holding in place with a third scarf tightly wound over his lower face. She pushed him to the bed. A fourth scarf lashed his ankles, a fifth his knees, a sixth his elbows and the seventh she tied around his head Grace Kelly style. The eighth scarf she wrapped around a one inch stainless steel ball-bearing and pushed deep into his puckered hole causing John the Dong to moan but whether in pleasure or pain it was difficult to tell because his mouth was fuller than his arse.
+From her special wardrobe she took a straight heavy white silk night-dress. She pulled it up his body sheathing him in slippery fabric. The ninth and tenth scarves lashed the night-dress to his body. John lay passive as she straddled him, her harem trousers swishing over the white silk concealing him.
+She slid up his body until the bulky folds of the harem pants covered his face smothering him in scented silks. His head thrashed to clear a path for him to breathe but there was just too much silk. Magdalena's hand reached down between his legs. There was no discernible reaction so she intended to try just a little longer with silk before changing.
+Lifting herself off John's purpling face, the colour of a Victoria Plum, she reached behind her waist untying the drawstring of the harem pants. She reached down to untie the ankles and slid her legs out.
+She pulled John on to his side and bent his head towards his knees. Carefully she fed his bound legs into one leg of the harem pants and tied the ankle cuff tight around his silk scarf held ankles. The other ankle cuff she closed completely before feeding his head and shoulders deep into the harem pants' leg. Once the voluminous folds of silk had engulfed his legs and his body she rolled him face down while she pulled tight at the waistband drawstring behind his back. The waistband puckered like a closing butthole until John was completely hidden within the swathing layers of silk.
+Magdalena checked between his legs again. No response. She took the black silk burqah from the bed and stuffed John's silk swathed body inside before using the yards of material to lash it around him. She felt again with difficulty through the multiple layers of sussurating silks. Still no response. Sighing soundlessly to herself she released John from his enveloping silks like peeling the skins from an onion. As his head emerged the purple of his face, the colour of a Victoria Plum, was fading as if the plum was reversing the ripening process. She left his ankles and wrists tied but removed every layer of silk and all the other silk scarves except the eighth.
+Back in her special walk-in wardrobe Magdalena stripped off her orange silk panties and the orange silk bra embroidered with the strange Arabic inscription that did not mean what Magdalena thought it meant, not that it mattered because Magdalena had forgotten what she had intended it to mean and anyway it didn't mean what she had meant it to say and was unintelligible to everyone of her lovers except the one Arabic speaking one who hadn't and wouldn't tell Magdalena that the inscription was rude about her tits and pussy. She threw the massy layers of brightly hued, except for the black burqah's glossy black, silks into a slithering heap on the floor. The au-pair and maid would sort them out if they weren't sorting each other out Magdalena wondered not for the first time that there was something unusual about the relationship between the au-pair and maid or was it between the maid and au- pair whichever there was certainly something between them and it wasn't the butler, or was it? The maid and au-pair walked into Magdalena's special walk- in wardrobe too often together for togetherness to be healthy or was it unhealthy but as long as it didn't frighten the horses which is unlikely because the horses were in the stables and not in Magdalena's special walk-in wardrobe which had been built for people not horses because no one would build a special built in wardrobe for horses would they or might they if they aimed to go in for whatever it was that involved horses perhaps copulating on horseback at a gallop which would be impossible in a special walk-in wardrobe because walk-in wardrobes were built for walking in not galloping in.
+For once Magdalena hesitated. She intended to be a nurse next. Should she be a nursery nurse, or a enema-giving nurse, or a strict nurse, or a naughty nurse, or a rubber nurse, or a black nylon stockinged nurse, or a plastic nurse, or a caring nurse, or an uncaring nurse, or a cruel nurse, or a forgetful nurse; she wouldn't forget the time she had been a forgetful nurse who forgot the tourniquet she had put on John the Dong's dong and nearly turned John into John the dongless but enough of this reminiscing she had decisions to make so she decided not to be any of the aforesaid nurses and dressed herself as Florence Nightgale, The Lady of the Lamp, in which incarnation Magdalena would wear a crinolined dress with crotchless pantaloons to visit the injured soldiery and raise their spirits with her dedicated and saintly demeanour but would a saintly demeanour raise John the Dong's dong to stand up and sing Rule Britannia or not so she changed her mind again half way through changing into Florence Nightgale and decided to be a normal nurse who wrapped her patients in plastic film to avoid infection not that plastic film was much of a barrier to germs but it certainly was a barrier to consummation and pretty neat at keeping off spilt consomme too.
+Back in the special double sized walk-in wardrobe she dressed in a white front-fastening cotton bra, a pair of large pale blue cotton panties, a pale blue slip and a nurse's white uniform dress belted with a black silver-buckled belt. Sitting on the padded stool she rolled black hold-up stockings up her legs before easing her feet into highly polished sensible black shoes.
+Pausing only to pin a white cap to her hair, to collect about half-a-dozen rolls of plastic kitchen filmwrap and her thoughts for possible ways to arouse John the Dong's dong, she walked purposefully back into the bedroom where John the Dong was still struggling to extricate himself from her silk scarf bonds and from the expression on his gagged face he was not appreciating the silk wrapped one inch stainless steel ball bearing that was still ensconced in his rear passage or perhaps he had an attack of wind whichever Magdalena decided that her first act as a nurse should be to relieve him of the encumbrance to his anal activities so she rolled him over and pulled at the scarf ends protruding from his puckered hole which unpuckered sufficiently for the silk wrapped one inch stainless steel ball bearing to pass from his passage to the outside before re-puckering with a resentful sigh of passing air as if John the Dong's puckered hole could express itself of its emotions about the assault of the silk wrapped one inch stainless steel ball bearing on its puckering skills.
+Magdalena rolled John the Dong on to his back and tied one end of the first roll of plastic film to the scarf securing his ankles. Working slowly and steadily she rolled John the Dong over and over wrapping and overwrapping him in layers of clear plastic film gradually moving up his legs past his knees and thighs leaving his dong uncovered as she attached another roll to the first roll and rolled steadily up his body wrapping his scarf bound arms to his torso before rolling up his chest to his neck and to his chin where she paused with an interrogative look to which John the Dong replied with a violent shake of his scarf encumbered head so she tied off the plastic wrap under his chin before leaving the bed to walk into the special walk-in wardrobe and open the refrigerator, which all special walk-in wardrobes should be equipped with, opening it and retrieving a spray can of pressurised whipped-cream which she shook violently as she walked out of the special walk- in wardrobe into the bedroom.
+For the second time Magdalena hesitated because she had not thought out whether he should be whipped-creamed for her to lick off or whether she should be whipped-creamed for him to lick off. To whom should the whipped-cream be applied or not was the question but she was not going to hesitate as long as Hamlet nor indulge in fanciful discussions with ghosts nor feign madness nor make fatuous remarks about philosophy because she was going to whipped-cream one of them and soon she thought as she continued to shake the whipped-cream can violently which was not the recommendation in small print on the whipped- cream can but who cares as long as someone gets whipped-creamed soon?
+While hesitating (for only the second time) she noticed that John the Dong was perspiring as a result of her efficient wrapping with plastic film so she sprayed a large blob of nearly freezing whipped-cream over John the Dong's dong which caused him to violently arch his body and his face turned purple, the colour of a Victoria Plum, which surprised Magdalena somewhat as she had expected that he would have appreciated the cooling effect of the whipped- cream so she tentatively squeezed a small dollop of whipped-cream on the back of her hand and realised that the whipped-cream was indeed cold if not freezing which was not a helpful sign for the renovation of John the Dong's dong so she decided to leave the dong to unfreeze while she would be the one who was whipped-creamed.
+So ... Magdalena unfastened the front of her nurse's white dress, slid the pale blue slip off her shoulders uncovering her white front fastening cotton bra which she unfastened from the front and she was just about to whipped- cream herself when she realised that John the Dong was not able in his gagged state to un-whipped-cream her so she regretfully laid the can of whipped-cream aside while she ungagged him which he took advantage of by attempting to expostulate but she prevented him by stuffing his mouth with a freshly uncovered but as yet un-whipped-creamed breast. She whipped-creamed the unoccupied breast and withdrew the un-whipped-creamed breast from John the Dong's mouth squirting a goodly dollop of whipped-cream into his gaping mouth as she made the exchange of un-whipped-creamed breast to whipped-creamed breast. John's mouth sucked greedily at her whipped-creamed breast so she hurriedly whipped-creamed the so far un-whipped-creamed breast and exchanged breasts again with a goodly dollop of whipped-cream squirted into his mouth during the change-over. While John sucked at her breast Magdalena had a thought that perhaps it might be worthwhile asking John the Dong if there was anything that she could do that would return his dong to a fully functioning state so that he and she could gain the much needed relief because so far her efforts had been unsuccessful.
+""What's wrong with your dong, John?"" she asked, withdrawing her now whipped- creamless breast from his mouth.
+""It's sore from fucking too many high class ladies at Tony the Tongue's high class establishment for oversexed high class ladies who are too high class to use lubricants and too high class to wait until my dong has aroused them to a lubricated state so that when they jump on my dong it goes in strong and gets used too long. That's what was wrong with my dong.""
+""Oh.""
+""And now you have frozen it solid with freezing whipped-cream which might have been a good idea to fix what is wrong with the dong but for the extreme coldness of the freezing whipped-cream.""
+""Oh.""
+""You've done wrong to my dong. Now that's what is wrong.""
+""Oh.""
+Magdalena hesitated for the third time. There was a silence punctuated by heavy breathing as John the Dong and Magdalena, the wife of John the Dong, pondered how to fix what was now wrong with John the Dong's dong.
+""Shall I kiss it better?""
+""It might fix what is now wrong as long as you don't come on too strong to my over-used dong,"" admitted John.
+Magdalena knelt beside the bed and extended her tongue to John the Dong's dong. Slowly and carefully she licked the dong clean of formerly freezing whipped-cream. As her lips touched the dong she could feel what was wrong with the dong which had been used so long by high class ladies coming on strong. The dong needed tender loving care. At present it felt as if it had been mauled by a bear.
+Magdalena hesitated for the fourth time. In her special walk-in wardrobe under the bridal dresses but not blocking the passage to the secret room she had a stock of suitable pharmaceuticals for special occasions when John the Dong's dong or any other available dong was not capable of coming on strong. She needed to see what she had in her stock of suitable pharmaceuticals for special occasions that would be suitable for what was wrong with John's dong because this was a special occasion.
+""John!""
+""Yes, Magdalena.""
+""I need to get something from my special walk-in wardrobe. While I do can you tell me about English Pirates?""
+""Yes, Magdalena.""
+(Note to reader: I had to get this and the next story in somehow so I have used a cunning plan to get John the Dong to tell them while his wife is in her special walk-in wardrobe. They have nothing to do with the story but I'm the author so I can do what I like. So there! Sticks out tongue at reader. If you don't like it you should have been deterred by the title of this story.)
+""When John the Dong was young, tales about Pirates on the Spanish Main (which was no more Spanish than my arse (or ass if you are American)) were like the morality tales of the Wild (American) West.
+There were GOOD pirates (Hurrah! Wave Jolly Roger) who fought the Spanish enemy (Boo!) and BAD pirates (Boo!) who robbed, raped (but this word was NEVER explained) and pillaged until they met the GOOD pirates (Hurrah! Wave Jolly Roger) or the BRITISH NAVY (Three Cheers! and wave Union Jack) and were sunk (with all hands) to the watery grave they deserved.
+BAD pirates (Boo!) could sometimes become good by attacking an overwhelming force of the Spanish enemy (Boo!) to give time for the BRITISH NAVY (Three Cheers! and wave Union Jack) to catch and destroy the Spanish enemy (Boo! then cheer because they are destroyed) but TOO LATE to save the not so BAD pirates who had sunk (with all hands) in their gallant attack (After all they were Englishmen. One faint cheer) on the Spanish (Boo!).  
+BAD pirates (Boo!) were ALWAYS sunk with all hands because they were bad. They could not be allowed to survive.
+GOOD pirates (Hurrah! Wave Jolly Roger) either retired to run Ale Houses where jolly pirate songs were sung, or to become apparently sinister but actually benign characters in children's stories, OR became Lieutenant-Governor of Jamaica - as actually happened to Sir Henry Morgan (ex-(GOOD)-pirate)(Hurrah! Wave Jolly Roger AND Union Jack) until he was sacked for taking more commission than was usual even for Lieutenant-Governors.
+The difference between GOOD pirates, BAD pirates and peaceful British trading ships was always difficult for foreigners to understand. All the ships carried heavy guns which they would use to rob and pillage the native population. GOOD pirates called it war, BAD pirates called it loot, and British traders called it profits from fair trade which was free to all as long as you were British and had a ship with large enough guns. Between them they made The British Empire great. (Wave Jolly Roger, Union Jack and flags of Joint Stock Companies) (who were more unprincipled than almost any one else including BAD pirates but BAD pirates didn't have titled Directors who went piously to Church nor did they bribe (did I say bribe, silly me, I meant support with financial assistance for timely advice) Ministers of the Crown to preserve the Joint Stock Companies' monopoly to rob and pillage nations that didn't have big enough guns.).
+Did you follow that, Magdalena?""
+""Yes, John. You explain it so well. Now can you tell me how Owen's Bazaar got its name since you mentioned the upright and honest Joint Stock Companies that made the British Empire so great, please?""
+""Yes, of course, Magdalena. Here it is.
+HOW OWEN'S BAZAAR GOT ITS NAME
+The town is called ""Owen's Bazaar"" because in the early days of the East India Company there was a rich man working for the company named Owen Owen. He was new to India and had been sent to the town as the company's representative for the whole district.
+Owen Owen was married but had left his wife and family in Wales. He had decided to try a new life. His wife had a passion for the formal structure of Welsh poetry and had a tame Bard. Owen Owen's appreciation of poetry ended with drinking songs. Now his daughters were married he travelled to India. He didn't want to be underemployed so he took a position in the East India Company who were pleased to accept a proven businessman. In India he was very distinctive. The population were not accustomed to Welshmen particularly red- haired ones.
+Shortly after taking up his post Owen Owen wanted to buy some Indian material to send back to his married daughters. He went to the market (called a bazaar in the East), which was the main reason for the local town's existence, to buy typically Indian cloth. He thought that some saris (or sarees - usage depends on which part of India) could be made into dresses for his daughters. (This was early nineteenth century when women wore filmy Empire line dresses. One sari would make two or three dresses.) Owen Owen took an interpreter who wasn't very good because he had come with Owen Owen from the coast. The interpreter understood the coastal dialect well, but the bazaar dialect was different. The interpreter also didn't wholly understand Owen Owen's sing song pronunciation of English.
+Owen Owen wanted to buy saris. The shopkeeper showed saris but Owen Owen wanted them demonstrated - he wanted to write to his daughters how the sari was worn. Not that his daughters would be likely to wear a sari except as fancy dress but he thought his daughters would want to know. He was a thoughtful father, was Owen Owen. This taxed the interpreter's skills beyond its limits. He and the shopkeeper THOUGHT that they understood what Owen Owen wanted.
+Eventually four young sari-clad ladies arrived in the shop, escorted by an older lady. They showed several times how the sari should be worn, and while preserving their modesty what should be worn underneath the sari and how. Then Owen Owen got down to the serious business of negotiation. If he was going to send his daughters (he had four) a present, he wanted it to be a good one. It had to be worth sending all the way from India. A trunk full of saris and accessories, including jewellery, for each daughter would be about right.
+The bargaining was complex. The interpreter was frantic. He was having to bargain with three traders at once and because of the scale of Owen Owen's purchases, two of the three traders were also selling not only their own stock but those of their relatives as well. Owen Owen became impatient with all the shouting, screaming, arguing that is the normal part of bargaining in India. He left the interpreter to finish the deal saying ""YOU sort it out. I want everything arranged but at a fair price. I don't want to pay too much but I want it all."" Owen Owen went off to get a reviving drink.
+An hour later the interpreter reported to Owen Owen.
+""Sahib, as you ordered, I have bought everything. The total price is two lahks. When and where should they be delivered?""
+Owen Owen thought the price reasonable. That sort of money might have bought him a few barrels of wine in Wales, but he did not yet know the price of anything in India.
+""To my bungalow, of course. Here is two lahks and half a lahk for your services.""
+Owen Owen returned to his bungalow at the end of the day having actually done some work for the East India company. He was a hard working man, was Owen Owen. He was greeted by his native butler who was agitated.
+""Sahib. Your purchases have arrived. Where shall I put them? I don't know how to proceed.""
+""Why not?""
+""There are four of them. I cannot put two of them in the same room. They might quarrel.""
+""Quarrel? Why should my purchases quarrel?"" Owen Owen thought this was a great joke.
+""Because they are such highly talented young ladies.""
+""WHAT!"" shouted Owen Owen. The reply as it unfolded made him sink into a chair on the verandah.
+""Sahib, they are four educated and talented young ladies. You have bought the very best available in the whole district. They are rivals, of course. I am sure that you will be able to manage them but they do have standards to maintain. Each needs her own room to entertain you. They should have attendants as well. They will need some accommodation too. And perhaps the domestic staff will need to be augmented now that you are not a single gentleman.""
+Owen Owen gulped at ""not a single gentleman"".
+""What do you mean ""I am not a single gentleman""?""
+""As far as I can understand, Sahib, you instructed the interpreter to arrange everything.""
+""Yes?"" Owen Owen was just beginning to realise the enormity of what he had done.
+""The interpreter did what you asked. He arranged everything. He contacted a local priest and acted as your proxy. Since this morning you have four of the most attractive wives that I have ever seen. Their mother ...""
+""They are SISTERS?""
+""Yes, Sahib. You have married four sisters. Their mother was very satisfied with the bride price for them. They are beautiful and talented as I have said but they had no dowries. No local man could afford to marry a woman with no dowry. You have married four and so the whole community thinks that you are a great public benefactor. The four sisters were a temptation to all unmarried men. Their beauty and talent distracted men from the available women who had dowries. I expect that there will be many marriages in the next few weeks because of your honour's generosity.""
+****
+Owen Owen's ""purchase"" was a great joke with his fellows in the East India Company. At that time very few English women (or Welsh women) travelled to India. Marriage with Indian women was fairly usual and acceptable. Marrying four sisters at once (and unintentionally) was unusual, particularly since Owen Owen already had an adult family. ""Owen's Bazaar"" was the name given by the company because the town was Owen Owen's base and as a tacit reminder of his error.
+Owen Owen's error was the best thing he had ever done. He taught the four sisters English. They taught him about India and other things as well. His purchases of clothing and jewellery became each bride's trousseau. The sisters advised him on the later purchases for his daughters and did the bargaining themselves. The four sisters did NOT argue. They managed Owen Owen, his household and his business so effectively that he became a much richer man than he had been, and respected by the whole community. His bungalow was extended very quickly to become a mansion because once each wife had her own room Owen Owen only had his study left. If he wanted to ""sleep"" or actually sleep he had to visit a wife because at first he didn't have a bed or bedroom to call his own.
+It was as well that Owen Owen was fit and active. His four wives demanded attention by day and night. He agreed a compromise with them. He would visit his oldest wife on Monday nights, the next on Tuesday, the third on Wednesday, the youngest on Thursday. On Friday nights all four would visit him. He would try to satisfy them all. He had two hands and one mouth to spare when he was otherwise occupied. On Saturday and Sunday nights he slept ""alone"". He ignored any male nocturnal visitors to his wives' bedrooms. His wives ignored any female visitors to Owen Owen on Saturday and Sunday nights.
+Shortly after his inadvertent marriages, Owen Owen, received a letter from Wales telling him that his wife had died six months ago, leaving her personal property to her bard. He was sad that he had lost his wife, but also pleased to realise that he had been a widower when he married. It could have been worse. Even with four wives he had only one mother-in-law. She thought that he was a wonderful man because she was now rich by her standards and important as the mother-in-law of the company's agent.
+Owen Owen never told his daughters that they had four step-mothers. Why should he? His daughters would never come to India and he would never return to Wales.
+His daughters found out because the story of ""Owen's Bazaar"" was too good to keep quiet about. The Welsh daughters privately thought it a great joke that their aged father had four wives. They did not mind. When Owen Owen instructed his lawyers to sell all his property in Wales and distribute the proceeds between his daughters he made them very happy. By Welsh Law (but not possible in England where the money would have gone to the husbands) the daughters were wealthy ladies with control of their own money. That they appreciated.
+Owen Owen fathered several dozen legitimate and illegitimate red haired children who became his aides in the company's service. Until the end of British rule in India, Owen's Bazaar was run by descendants of Owen Owen and his four Indian wives. It still is, even though it has reverted to its Indian name. Owen Owen's descendants have intermarried so far into the community that it seems that the majority of the population is descended from him. Perhaps they are. There are many red-haired Indians in the town. Each local mayor has been one of his red-haired descendants for the last hundred and fifty years. Without the support of Owen Owen's descendants' votes no other candidate has a hope of winning an election.
+The women of Owen's Bazaar are more involved in local matters than their sisters in other towns. It is not a matriarchy but women have an equal voice. Some say that a red-haired woman from Owen's Bazaar is much more than a match for any one man, now matter how well educated and fit he might be. Whether that it is true or not, such women are sought after. Their husbands prosper and seem happy with their wives. Perhaps the husbands are afraid to suggest that they are not?
+So that is how Owen's Bazaar got its name. On current maps the Indian name is shown but it is still followed by ""Owen's Bazaar"" in brackets.
+Did you like that, Magdalena?""
+""Yes, thank you, John. I have finished what I was doing so I'm coming out of the special walk-in wardrobe.""
+""What were you doing that took so long?""
+""I was preparing an emollient embrocation ointment with topical anaesthetic properties to anoint your wronged dong so that it can become long and strong. Once I have anointed your wronged dong with my emollient embrocation ointment with topical anaesthetic properties you won't feel the wrong in your dong, John. And if you drink this alcoholic concoction you will feel strong to do things with your unfeeling dong. So don't think, drink.""
+Magdalena handed him a steaming beaker of frothy liquid. John drank it down in one continuous swallow.
+Magdalena took her emollient embrocation ointment with topical anaesthetic properties and anointed John's wronged dong.
+""Now we must wait a little while for the alcoholic concoction and the emollient embrocation ointment with topical anaesthetic properties to take effect. As you can see I have dressed myself in furs for the next attempt to make your dong strong.""
+John looked. Magdalena was wearing a fur bikini and a long voluminous fur cape. Tucked into her fur bikini bottom was a pair of fur mittens.
+(Note to the reader: You must assume that the fur is fake fur man-made without harming any wildlife but indistinguishable from real fur of the animals described and that this story subscribes to the principles of the Earth Summits and all that ecological greenness. The only people, animals or sentient beings likely to be harmed by this story are the readers. You have been warned.)
+""Are those the fur mittens that are a copy of the fur mittens that Hiawatha gave to Minnehaha?"" asked John.
+""Yes, John. They are the fur mittens that are a copy of the fur mittens that Hiawatha gave to Minnehaha in the stories:
+From the forests and the prairies, From the great lakes of the Northland, From the land of the Ojibways, From the land of the Dacotahs, From the mountains, moors and fenlands Where the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah, Feeds among the reeds and rushes.
+As you know, John, they were written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow who didn't write about the fur mittens of Minnehaha given by Hiawatha made from beaver trapped from the lodges beside the great shining waters and made only from the rare and elusive split beaver the sight of which raises man's spirit to commune with whatever a raised man's spirit communes with.
+These mittens are reversible, as were Minnehaha's, had Hiawatha given her beaver mittens, which he didn't but if he had:
+She could wear them with the fur side inside, She could wear them with the skin side outside: She could wear them with the skin side inside, She could wear them with the fur side outside: She could turn them from the inside to the outside; She could turn them from the outside to the inside. She could wear them with the warm side inside, She could wear them with the warm side outside: She could wear them with the cold side inside, She could wear them with the cold side outside,
+But she didn't because Henry Wadsworth Longfellow didn't write about the fur mittens that Hiawatha gave to Minnehaha but some other poet, who was not very kind to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow but whose name I can't remember, did.
+Yes, John. These are the fur mittens that are a copy of the mittens that Hiawatha might have given to Minnehaha but he didn't because somebody else wrote about Minnehaha's mittens.""
+""And what are you going to do with the fur mittens that are a copy of the mittens that Hiawatha might have given to Minnehaha but he didn't because somebody else wrote about Minnehaha's mittens, Magdalena?""
+""I am going to put on these fur mittens that are a copy of the mittens that Hiawatha might have given to Minnehaha but he didn't because somebody else wrote about Minnehaha's mittens and stroke your wronged dong with them, John.""
+""And what will the fur mittens that are a copy of the mittens that Hiawatha might have given to Minnehaha but he didn't because somebody else wrote about Minnehaha's mittens do to my wronged dong?""
+""When I stroke your wronged dong with the fur mittens that are a copy of the mittens that Hiawatha might have given to Minnehaha but he didn't because somebody else wrote about Minnehaha's mittens they will make your wronged dong long and strong, John.""
+So she took the fur mittens that are a copy of the mittens that Hiawatha might have given to Minnehaha but he didn't because somebody else wrote about Minnehaha's mittens and stroked John's wronged dong and made it long and strong.
+Then she wrapped herself and John in the fur cape with the fur side inside, not the fur side outside, took off her fur bikini bottom with the fur side outside, not the fur side inside, and mounted John's strong long dong until he came long and strong into Magdelena while they were both inside the fur cape with the fur side inside, not the fur side outside.
+After John's dong had come long and strong into Magdalena while they were both inside the fur cape with the fur side inside, not the fur side outside, he rolled over and went to sleep.
+Magdelena rolled John and his long strong dong inside the fur cape with the fur side inside, not the fur side outside, off the bed, through the doorway and into the spare bedroom which she left locking the door behind her knowing that John the Dong would sleep long and strong as a result of the alcoholic concoction that she had made in the special walk-in wardrobe while John the Dong told her pointless stories.
+It was now Friday evening and Magdalena could become a free spirit ready to explore the limits of her sexuality in the next chapter while John the Dong sleeps long and strong.
+ _End (at last) of Chapter One._"
+333,The Worst Chain Story Ever Ch. 02,Svenskaflicka,Chain Stories,2003-12-28,2003-12-28,2022-01-08 03:56:01,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-worst-chain-story-ever-ch-02,Magdalena is horny and frustrated (satire).,"['Ass Byron', 'Bitch Jamal', 'Cock Jamal', 'Cock Sprayed', 'Cock Yer', 'Magdalena', 'Myron', 'Sprayed Cum', 'Tyrone Fuck', 'White Pussies']",3.95,"Magdalena Shaw ran out of the house, down the street, and into a bar. After spending the last few hours wrapping her husband in silk, in a futile attempt to lure his pecker up, she was now desperate to get something inside of her. If that something wasn’t a cock, then atleast it would be a drink! She marched up to the bartender, and ordered up a double vodka.
+""Easy there, girl! You don’t wanna get drunk, do ya?""
+Magdalena turned to see who was talking to her. A tall, black man stood next to her, flanked by 3 others. They were all big and muscular, as if they were pro-basket ball players or something.
+""As a matter of fact, I DO want to get drunk!"" said Magdalena. ""I’ve had a rough day!""
+""Then let me buy you another drink!"" said the tall guy. ""I’m Tyrone, by the way, and these are my brothers Myron and Byron, and that’s our cousin Jamal.""
+The 5 of them moved over to a booth, and the men took turns buying Magdalena drinks. She was getting pretty drunk, and told them all about her disappointing evening.
+""Too bad, girl!"" said Myron.
+""You look like you could use some cock, too,"" said Byron. ""You look horny.""
+""I am!"" said Magdalena. ""But maybe I’m better off without fucking my husband - he’s got such a small dick! It’s only as big as my finger!""
+She hels up her left index finger, and Tyrone grabbed her hand and sucked suggestively on her finger.
+""Your husband’s white, huh?"" said Jamal.
+""Yes,"" said Magdalena.
+""You oughtta try a black cock,"" said Myron.
+""Is it true that black men have bigger cocks than white men?"" Magdalena asked, finishing her 8th drink.
+Her voice was getting a little slurry from all she had been drinking.’’
+""Why don’t you come up to our crib and see for yerself?"" said Byron.
+* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
+A few minutes later, Magdalena was sitting in a huge leather sofa up in the black men’s crib.
+""OK,"" she said. ""Now take off your clothes and show me your cocks!""
+""Man, this bitch is hungry for cock!"" said Jamal.
+""What d’ya expect, she’s never had a REAL man before!"" said Tyrone.
+All four of them took off their clothes and revealed muscular, athletic bodies, and the biggest cocks Magdalena had ever seen.
+""Holy shit!"" she said. ""Those monsters are ENORMOUS!""
+""Nah, we’re pretty average!"" said Myron, and jerked his semi-hard 11""-dick up to a 12"" erection.
+""YOU’re average!"" said Byron. ""The gals don’t call me Big Byron for nuthin’!""
+He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, which made his 13"" schlong swing from left to right. It hit Tyrone over the knees, nearly making him trip.
+""Ouch!"" he said. ""Watch where you dangle that thing!""
+Himself, he had a 14"" snake that hung all the way to his knees. Only Jamal seemed less endowed - until Magdalena realized that he wasn’t hard yet.
+""I think he needs a little help,"" said Jamal.
+""Can I touch it, please?"" said Magdalena. ""I’ve never touched such magnificent cocks before!""
+""Go ahead,"" said Jamal.
+Magdalena took the big, heavy cock, that was more than twice the size of her husband’s, in her hand, and jerked up and down the long shaft.
+""Suck it, bitch!"" said Jamal.
+""I can’t!"" said Magdalena. ""I’ve never had such a huge cock in my mouth before, I don’t think it will fit!""
+""You can do it!"" said Tyrone. ""Come on, girl, suck his cock!""
+Magdalena opened wide and took the big, slate black cock in her mouth. The cockhead was so big, it filled up her whole mouth.
+""Yeah, that’s it, suck it!"" said Jamal.
+""She sure got some nice tits!"" said Myron, and sat down next to Magdalena in the sofa. Byron sat down on her other side, and they took off Magdalena’s blouse and bra, and fondled with her 32DDD-tits. Tyrone watched the scene, jerking off. Jamal’s huge cock grew even longer in Magdalena’s mouth, until it almost got stuck. She freed herself from it with some effort, and stared at the gigantic python.
+""Shit, it’s the biggest thing I’ve ever seen!"" she cried out.
+""It’s 16"", "" said Jamal.
+""And thick as a beer bottle!"" Magdalena gasped. ""I thought only horses had such big dicks!""
+""Move over, Jamal, it’s my turn to get this little cocksucker!"" said Tyrone.
+Jamal tore off Magdalena’s skirt and panties, and spread her legs, made her put them over Myron’s and Byron’s legs, and then Jamal licked her pussy while Tyrone put his cock into Magdalena’s mouth, took a steady hold of her head, and started fucking her mouth.
+""Murrrgh!"" she protested, and tried to push him away, but he was stronger than her. She could hardly breathe with that meat log pushing itself down her throat. But with Myron and Byron sucking on her nipples, and Jamal licking her clit, she was getting too horny to care about a little discomfort. She writhed and wriggled her ass, trying to push her cunt against Jamal’s face.
+""Hold her still!"" said Jamal, and Myron and Byron locked her legs with their own, and held her arms. She was stuck, as if she had been tied up with chains, and she couldn’t talk; she had to sit there and take all of it, like a good girl: Myron and Byron teasing her nipples, Tyrone fucking her mouth with his mammoth-meat, and Jamal licking her clit like a dog on Ecstasy. She moaned and screamed, but the sounds were muffled from the large cock in her mouth. She came, and felt her love juices hit Jamal’s face. At the same time, Tyrone shot what felt like a whole bucket of seed down her throat, grunting as a caveman as he came.
+""Shit, this bitch wants it!"" said Jamal.
+Tyrone dragged his dick out, and Magdalena was finally free to talk.
+""Fuck me!"" she shouted. ""Oh, please, please, fuck me! Fill up my little tight, white pussy with your huge, black cocks!""
+Without hesitating, Jamal rammed his monster cock into her tight little pussy, and she screamed in pain.
+""Your little white cunt ain’t used to a cock this big, huh?"" said Jamal, and thrust hard in and out of her.
+""Aoooouh!"" Magdalena screamed. ""It’s too big!""
+""You’ll get used to it!"" said Myron. ""Jamal’s stretched out more tight white pussies than I can count!""
+""Yeah, there are lots of white women in this town who can only fuck horses now, after bein’ stretched out by Jamal!"" said Byron.
+""Ooooooh!"" Magdalena moaned, as the pain died out, and she was beginning to enjoy getting fucked by the biggest cock she had ever seen.
+Jamal freed her legs from Myron’s and Byron’s hold, and put her feet on his shoulders to get a good angle for penetration. He pushed all of his 16"" into her with one mighty thrust, and Magdalena screamed again. Tyrone jerked off to get his erection back, and Myron and Byron did the same thing, while playing with Magdalena’s tits all the time.
+""I just luuuuv tight, white pussies!"" Jamal groaned, and his hips moved faster and faster, he pounded her like a jackhammer, until he came, and the force of his flow pushed him out of her.
+""Get on yer hands and knees!"" Myron ordered, and Magdalena obeyed.
+She was getting dizzy from the strong excitement she was feeling. Myron put his dick into her mouth and fucked her throat, just like Tyrone had done. Byron entered her stretched-out pussy, and whisped his dick aorund in the mix of Magdalena’s love juices and Jamal’s sperm.
+""No point fucking her cunt, now that Jamal’s stretched it out,"" said Tyrone. ""She’ll never be able to fuck anyone smaller than him again!""
+""Just lubin’ up,"" Byron explained.
+Before Magdalena could ask him what he was lubing up for, he quickly pulled his dripping wet cock out of her pussy and shoved it into her ass.
+""Aaaaaaaaah!"" Magdalena screamed, and tried to get away, but the four black boys held her in place, and Byron forced all 13"" of his fat cock all the way into her bowels.
+Magdalena collapsed, and laid like a fuck-doll in the sofa, letting Myron fuck her mouth, and Byron fuck her ass. They moved in and out of her in sync, as if they were pulling a giant saw between them.
+""Gnnnnnnnn!"" Magdalena whined.
+""What’s the matter, girl?"" said Tyrone. ""Have you never had a cock up yer ass before?""
+""You heard her,"" said Jamal. ""She’s only had tiny little white peckers before.""
+""Well, now you’re getting a real cock in yer ass,"" said Byron. ""Big Byron’s gonna fuck yer ass ´til it bleeds!""
+""And a big, black cock in her mouth, too!"" said Myron. Fuck, this white bitch can suck cock good!""
+Magdalena was feeling better. The pain in her ass was gone, and she was starting to enjoy her first ever ass-fuck, and she sucked greedily on Myron’s large tool, put her hands around his ass and pulled him deeper down her throat.
+""Ooooh, you like this, don’t ya, bitch?"" said Myron. ""You like sucking a black cock, don’t ya, you little cum-hungry slut?""
+Magdalena nodded, and sucked even harder.
+""Yeah, the little bitch loves it!"" said Jamal. ""Come on, Myron! Give that little white cocksucker what she wants!""
+""Fill her up with black sperm!"" said Tyrone.
+""Fuck, I’m cumming!"" Myron grunted. ""Take this, you little cumwhore! Swallow it, you slut!""
+Magdalena did her best to swallow his huge load, but it was just too much; Myron’s cock sprayed cum like a fire hose, and it ran out of the corner of her mouth. Myron pulled out, and then threw himself back against the arm of the sofa, panting.
+""Hey, I think this little white bitch likes having a big, black cock up her ass!"" said Byron, as Magdalena started bucking back against his crotch.
+""I love it!"" Magdalena shouted. ""Fuck me! Fuck my ass with that big, black cock! Make me your little white cumslut! Make me cum! Fuck mya ss until I cum!""
+Byron had energy like a freakin’ Energizer bunny, and kept going and going and going; he fucked her ass until she came, but didn’t stop, just continued slamming his 13"" snake into her tight ass.
+""Fuck me, Big Byron!"" Magdalena gasped. ""Oh, I’m cumming!""
+Her whole body trembled, and Byron pulled his cock out and sprayed his cum over her ass and back. Magdalena fell off the sofa and didn’t bother getting up, she just lied on the floor, shaking, moaning, still in her orgasm, and then she became completely still, didn’t move, just laid there, gasping for breath.
+""Come on, get up!"" said Jamal, and stretched out on the sofa. ""Me and Tyrone wanna fuck ya some more!""
+""Get up on Jamal and ride ’im,"" said Tyrone. ""I’ll fuck yer ass. Myron, you fuck her mouth. Byron, let her jerk you off! We’re gonna have ourselves one helluva gangbang here…""
+* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
+A little past midnight, Magdalena staggered out into the street, completely exhausted. She slid down against the wall, and sat there, panting, sperm still leaking out of her ass and pussy…"
+334,The Worst Chain Story Ever Ch. 03,Master_Vassago,Chain Stories,2004-01-04,2004-01-04,2022-01-08 03:56:02,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-worst-chain-story-ever-ch-03,Magdalena finds a Master for the night. (Satire),"['Ass', 'Deep Throat', 'Dick Husband', 'Finger Ass', 'Grabbed Hair', 'Limp Dick', 'Magdalena', 'Slipped Finger', 'Slut Master', 'Yanked Hard']",3.69,"Magdalena Shaw sat at her computer later that night searching through internet chat rooms as the sperm leaked out of her well used ass and pussy. Her husband was still futilely trying to make his limp dick hard when she stumbled into a BDSM room. Immediately she started receiving instant messages from Master's swarming to her like fresh meat. Really the swarm was like a fly on shit but that's not an analogy we want to picture in porn stories.
+Magdalena settled on the one who had the biggest cock picture in his profile and lived the closest and asked if he would like some submissive pussy and ass for the night.
+""Yeah bitch,"" Master Poonhound replied, ""get your slutty ass over here so I can beat it and fuck you now!""
+He gave her his address and Magdalena rushed out to her car after telling her limp dick husband she was going out to fuck another real man while he struggled to get hard.
+Barnt chickee barnt bern, the cheesy porn music blared on the other side of the door as Magdalena prepared to knock. Suddenly she felt a thump on her ass and turned only to feel a slap across the face.
+""Get down on your knees and worship my big cock slut!"" Master P ordered.
+""Oh yes, big master,"" Magdalena cooed as she dropped to her knees and grabbed his cock through his black leather pants and started to stroke it as she opened his pants with her free hand. At once his big thick cock sprung out of his pants as the zipper came down and smacked her right in the forehead. It was an amazing piece of man meat she thought as she struggled to get both hands around it. She leaned forward licking her lips and looking up at him as she tongued his cock and sucked up all the precum leaking copiously from its gargantuan head.
+""Yeah, suck it like a pro whore and deep throat it like all you bitches can.""
+Magdalena did just that she opened her mouth and took him to the hilt in her tight little mouth and throat on the first attempt, never gagging and making it feel so good for her Master. She bobbed her head licking his balls every time she came down to his base. She reached behind him and shoved a finger in his ass as she sucked on him massaging his prostrate and forcing him to cum right then deep in her throat.
+""Oh fuck me you silly slut, you really know how to get a master off and shoving a finger up my ass yum, you are a kinky whore."" He grabbed her by the hair then and led her inside and down into his dungeon and cuffed her to the wall as he attached nipple clamps and one to her clit. The porn music in the background just managed to turn her on enough that she enjoyed the pain as he tugged the little chain connecting all three hoops real hard.
+""Yes, Master Poonhound, tug those chains and make your little slut cum hard before you fuck her with that monster cock.""
+Master P, grabbed her chain and yanked it hard bringing her nipples and clit erect with a single tug. He then turned her around and stared whipping her ass with his flogger and made her ass beet red, ""You really like that slut don't you,"" he asked as he slipped a finger in her soaked snatch from behind to see just how much she was enjoying herself. Then he did what she knew he would and grabbed her ass and pushed his big mammoth cock into her from behind as he pushed her up against the wall. Her erect nipples pushing into the concrete and she loved it as she got pounded from behind.
+Master Poonhound grabbed her hair and yanked it hard and slapped her face lightly as he railed her from behind forcing her to take all his cock in only a plunge. Her wet pussy easily accommodated his huge prick since she was soaked and he knew that she was just a filthy whore needing a little abuse and domination to make her wet. He reached down and slipped a finger in her tight asshole and it easily slipped in with little pressure, probably because she was such a good slut and enjoyed getting banged in the ass regularly he figured.
+Magdalena told him to fuck her ass then, she said she could take him all back there in her tight little poopshoot if he wanted.. ""Hell yes, I'll fuck your ass you silly little slut, you know us master's love fucking tight little newbie assholes.""
+With that he spit on his hand slapped her ass and drove his cock in past her tight little sphincter in one hard push, with Magdalena being the slut that she was though it slipped right in and didn't hurt too much.
+""Yeah big master, oh god it hurts so good,"" she screamed, ""fuck my tight little ass and cum in or on me whenever and wherever you want, I'm only here to serve your please sir.""
+Master Poonhound, drove deep in her ass and felt his balls tighten and started shooting ropes after ropes of cum, as he did he leaned over her and handcuffed her to the bed and then pulled out as his super huge cock unloaded stream after stream of cum all over her back and dribbled back down to her asshole and pussy. Soon enough he was hard again and started the process all over.
+""Your mine now slut, at least until the sun comes up in the morning,"" he told her as he stuffed his prick back inside her dripping wet snatch.
+Magdalena was definitely getting the fucking tonight she had been looking for even if it wasn't coming from her limp dick husband. ""Spank me some more sir and make it hurt this time master.""
+Magdalena left hours later caked with the nights cum on her inner thighs and asshole, she felt well used and headed home to see if her husband had finally managed to get it up."
+335,The Worst Chain Story Ever Ch. 08,damppanties,Chain Stories,2004-05-12,2004-05-12,2022-01-08 03:56:03,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-worst-chain-story-ever-ch-08,Candlelight and roses... Magdalena finds Romance. (Satire).,"['Chain Story', 'Comfort Food', 'Damien Eyes', 'Damien Looked', 'Damien Moved', 'Magdalena', 'Snapped Trance', 'Wonderful Person', 'Worst Chain', 'Wringing Hands']",4.47,"_Note to reader: This is a chapter of the WORST Chain Story ever – my attempt at trying to write a story worthy of the worstness inflicted on you by the people before me. It is meant to be a humorous take on the Romance part of the chain. It would have been in the Humour and Satire category if it was not a chain story. Now read, and have fun._
+* * * * *
+Magdalena was really depressed. Despite all her efforts, her husband John could not get any pleasure from sex with her. She so desperately wanted him to feel her. Well, he did feel her, but well, didn't really 'FEEL' her. There's a subtle difference. If you don't know, you shouldn't be reading Romance chapters anyway.
+She tried and tried different ways to rouse him, but his relaxed rod refused to respond to her ravishing rack and rapturous rump. Regretfully, she ran out and rapped on her next door neighbour's door to drown her depression in drunken dullness.
+Damien, the neighbour, opened the door and Magdalena entered his apartment in a rush, pushing him roughly aside. Running over to an overstuffed chair, she collapsed onto it and started sobbing her heart out.
+""Maggie! Maggie-pie,"" Damien used the fond nick-name he had for her. ""What is causing you this colossal distress? Maggie-pie my, please don't cry.""
+Damien moved towards her weeping hulk and stopped some distance away, wringing his hands together in despair. Moving closer, he placed one shakingly nervous hand on one shoulder lightly. The sobs immediately intensified and Damien wrenched his hand back, even hopped a few feet back.
+""Maggie-poo, won't you tell Daddy-Dammie what happened?""
+A thin, shrill wail joined the sobbing at this pronouncement.
+Damien wrung his hand even more tightly and wondered how he should help her. As he was still wondering, Magdalena suddenly sat up.
+""Get me something to drink. Wanna get drunk,"" she commanded.
+Damien rushed to the kitchen and realised that he didn't have anything at home. He stood for a while in the kitchen, wringing his hands and wondering what to do. Summoning up his courage and banishing his embarrassment, he walked out to the still sobbing Magdalena.
+""I'll go out and get you something Maggie-pie. There's nothing at home."" Immediately turning around to dash off, he was followed by the pathetically depressing howl from Magdalena.
+A bottle of wine later, he was rushing home hen he saw an old woman selling roses by the side of the road. He walked over to her and instinctively bought a 36 rose bouquet for Maggie. Then he bought 12 more, just in case. Juggling with the bottle in one hand and the roses in the other, he ran back to his place.
+As he was climbing the stairs, he felt the roses start to slip. He caught them with the hand which was holding the wine, but lost his grip and the bottle crashed to the floor! Damien looked at the rapidly escaping wine with tear- filled eyes. His eyes teared frequently. He was a very tearily sensitive person. It was also good for the eyes. Tears really are. They wash of all the grime and dust which gets into your eyes. I guess the blinking lashes do the same but you know, if somehow, a little bit escapes, the tears can get it off! Damien was indeed lucky though he hadn't thought of it that way.
+His mood dashed to pieces with the bottle crashing to the ground and dashing into small, small pieces. Damien walked the rest of the way desolately, his feet dragging on the ground with each step and his face drooped – the very picture of misery. Only one thought repeated in his brain – _Maggie-pie would be so disappointed. Maggie-pie would be so disappointed. Maggie-pie would be so disappointed. Maggie-pie would be so disappointed. Maggie-pie would be so disappointed. Maggie-pie would be���_. Unconsciously, he matched his steps to the rhythm to the refrain with the result that he was walking in weird, shuffling steps.
+He entered the apartment and crept forward until he could peep into the room where Magdalena was. She was facing away from him and was apparently not crying. He inched closer and closer… and closer… closer still… and finally, very close. He saw she was asleep. Should I run out and get another bottle? he wondered. His eyes lit up as another, better thought occurred to him and he moved into the kitchen with new enthusiasm.
+There, he took out his special recipe. The one his mother had given him. It was a sheet of special, hand-made, thick, off-white paper wrapped in a sheet of thin plastic and stapled in the corner. There were heart shaped cut-outs of red satin trimmed with pink lace all over the edge. Damien treasured it. It was a recipe for Cauliflower Soup – his comfort food. His mother made it whenever he was upset or needed cosseting. It cheered him up and made him feel loved instantly. He would do the same for Maggie.
+He stood for a minute, admiring the handiwork and the fine, loopy, cursive handwriting and his eyes welled up with tears again. God! He missed Maman! How he missed her!!
+Jerking himself out of the contemplative mood, he set about washing the cauliflower and cutting it into florets and dicing onions. When he had all the ingredients ready, he boiled the cauliflower, adding salt to the water; then blended, mixed, stirred and generally cooked the whole thing. When it was done, Damien ladled it out into two gigantic soup bowls and set them in a wooden tray. Then he took the crystal vase and stuffed two just opened red rosebuds out of the 12 he had bought, carefully fussing with them until he had them arranged just as he wanted them. Placing two snow-white napkins on the tray, he carried it out to Magdalena.
+Setting the vase, bowls and the napkins on the table carefully, he went back for the remaining roses. He plucked off the petals from the remaining 10 and scattered them on the table and around the seating area, just in front of the stuffed chair where Magdalena was sleeping. Then he lit several candles around the room, their soft, flickering light reflecting off Magdalena's fine countenance.
+Just as he finished the arrangements, Magdalena woke up with a start and sat up on the chair, her eyes wide and her hair mussed up and standing on her head in comical positions. Her mascara was running down in black lines from her eyes from the earlier crying and her vivid red lipstick was smudged in a line rising up her left cheek. But to Damien, she had never looked cuter.
+""Did you get something to drink?"" she asked him in a gruff, demanding voice.
+""No. I mean yes."" He gestured demurely to the steaming soup bowls.
+Magdalena's eyes travelled to the bowls and a confused expression settled over her face. ""What's that?"" she asked, not impressed.
+""Soup,"" he replied, in a low, apologetic voice. He didn't know why he was apologetic about it. It was not what Maggie-pie had requested, but it was comfort food!
+""What do you mean Soup?"" she asked incredulously. ""I asked you for…,"" she stopped in mid-sentence and a far away expression came into her eyes.
+""Maggie-poo?""
+She snapped out of the trance. ""I guess it's just as well,"" she sighed and sat down on the floor, next to Damien. Then she noticed the flowers. ""Ohh Dearie- Dammie! Flowers? Awwwwwww… how lovely,"" she gushed.
+Damien blushed. Flushed. Brushed his hair back from his forehead self- consciously and murmured a shy thank you.
+Magdalena leaned over and gave him a kiss on his cheek. ""You are so good to me Dammie-Wammie,"" she said softly.
+Damien's eyes filled with tears and he sniffled loudly to keep them from spilling over. ""You deserve it Maggie-pie,"" he said in a choked, shaky voice. ""You're such a wonderful person. The most wonderful person I have ever met, far surpassing all others with your nature, your care, your giving attitude towards other people…"" he trailed off, seeing that Magdalena was not concentrating but taking tentative sips of the hot soup.
+Two spoons later, she choked. Her hands flew up to her throat in a dramatic gesture and she fell back and started writhing painfully. ""Ack! Poisoned!"" she shrieked. Her accusing eyes fixed on Damien and he rushed to help her. ""What did you put in the soup??!""
+Damien was petrified. He stood quaking in his pants a few feet away and wondered what to do. The tears in his eyes did spill finally. He desperately wanted to bawl, but seeing Magdalena writhing on the floor before him shocked him into mere silent tears.
+""What…"" gasp, ""What…?"" gasp… ""What did you put in the damn soup? Answer me asshole,"" Magdalena yelled.
+""It's just Cauliflower Soup Maggie-pie,"" Damien said tremulously. ""I swear…""
+""Arrrgghhhh…"" Magdalena performed a theatrical twitch which made her breasts jiggle. ""I'm allergic to cauliflowerrr…!"" she gasped out finally, still clutching her throat.
+""OH MY GOD!"" The tears were falling in two rivulets down Damien's cheeks now. ""I didn't know Maggie-Waggie-Baby-pie."" He started wringing his hands and wondered what to do.
+Magdalena suddenly started scratching and pulling at her dress. ""Get this off me!"" she shouted hysterically.
+Damien was delighted. Well, he had always wanted to see more of Magdalena.
+He rushed forward and tore the dress off her. Magdalena feverishly proceeded to unsnap her bra, freeing her humungous breasts which sprang free to Damien's lustful gaze. With the same tearing hurry, she kicked off her panties, twisting this way and that, giving Damien glimpses of her pussy.
+Damien's eyes filled with tears. It had been his one and only wish to see Magdalena naked and now that it was filled, he was overcome with emotion. Teary eyed, he stood there and stared at her magnificent body, covered with red welt-like marks due to the rash which was rapidly developing everywhere. She was so lovely! He sighed and wiped a tear which had escaped the corner of his eye.
+Magdalena saw him staring. ""What exactly are you staring at?"" she asked him in a quiet voice, filling with fury.
+""Uhh… nothing,"" he stammered and raised guilty eyes to her make-up smeared angelic face. ""You're beautiful,"" he breathed. ""Absolutely, ravishingly attractive, charmingly striking and gorgeously… gorgeously… err…""
+""Pretty?"" Magdalena supplied, batting her eyelashes at him shyly.
+""Yes! That's the word. The exact word! How did you know Maggie-pie? Do you think…? Could it be possible…? Is there a special relationship between us? How else could you finish my sentence with the exact word I wanted to?"" he exulted.
+Magdalena lowered her lashes over her eyes demurely. ""I think so too,"" she whispered. She paused for a moment and then, ""Oh Dammie!"" she breathed, tremulously.
+""Oh Maggie!"" Damien whispered, his voice choked with emotion and unshed tears. ""I have been waiting for this moment for so long.""
+""Yes, same here. Now could you get me some lotion? The rash is killing me!"" she whined.
+""Uh? Oh, yes sure."" He disappeared into the bedroom and returned with some. ""This do?"" he asked her, showing the label.
+""Anything,"" she said desperately, snatching the bottle from him.
+He left it before she managed to get a hold on it and it crashed to the floor between them, smashing into small, tiny pieces… the lotion oozing out stickily and spreading gradually on to the tiled floor.
+Damien stared at it fixedly for a moment and then started crying. Tears ran down his face and a low, keening voice escaped from his lips, which were pressed together in an effort to control himself.
+Magdalena was frightened at first, then she realised that Damien was crying. ""Awwww Dammie-baby-coochie-poochie-poo. Don't cry, lovey-baby. It's okay… it's not a big deal,"" she said in soothing tones.
+""But… but… your rash…"" he blubbered.
+""Awww… you're still so worried about me baby,"" she marvelled. ""Listen, let's do something. Listen Dammie,"" she snapped when Damien did not stop crying.
+He immediately stopped.
+""You can scoop up some lotion and rub it onto my body if you want to,"" she continued, batting her eyelashes shyly.
+""Uh? Uh? Ahaan? Really?"" Damien asked her, unable to believe either his ears or his good fortune, he wasn't sure which.
+""Yes, Dammie-baby. Sure,"" she whispered with a coy smile.
+Damien immediately began scooping up the lotion with his fingertips and applying them to Magdalena's ripe body. His touch was light, feathery, causing goose pimples to spring up on Magdalena's body. (These goose pimples were unrelated to Lit.'s official goose, found wandering around on Author's Hangout and the Poetry place, who is rather cute.)
+Magdalena wriggled as the light sensations caused by Damien's wandering fingers assaulted her senses. ""Ooooh,"" she said. And also ""Aaaahhhhhh.""
+Damien's fingers strayed over to her breasts even though he didn't want them to. He desperately wanted to stay within his boundaries, but Magdalena saw his dilemma and stretched his boundaries by stretching her legs and then taking his hand and placing it between them.
+Now Damien said, ""Ooooh."" Not to forget, ""Aaaahhhhhh."" He couldn't believe his eyes, or his hands touching her, or his luck, he wasn't sure which. _Maybe all of the above_ , he thought deliriously.
+His hands roamed over her nakedness, rubbing the sticky lotion onto her red, blotchy patches which had blossomed all over her body in angry profusion. Without his being conscious of it, both his hands had strayed over to Magdalena's spread pussy and he was in a trance, with his hands working in slow lazy circles.
+""What are all the candles for?"" she asked suddenly.
+Damien snapped out of the trance. ""All the better to see you with, my dear,"" Damien replied mischievously.
+""Eh? Are you out of your mind? Why couldn't you have normal lights?""
+Damien blushed and his eyes filled with tears. ""I just thought… it's a bit… well, romantic, you know?""
+""Awwww Dammie! Baby, I'm so sorry. I didn’t realise. It's lovely.""
+Damien cast his eyes down to the floor and blushed some more. ""You like it?"" he asked hopefully.
+""Yes! I love it,"" Magdalena breathed.
+""I'm glad. It's all for you. You deserve it,"" Damien said, looking deep into her eyes – the windows to her soul. He saw a yearning, a want, a desire… he wasn't sure what it was but he decided it was for sex because it suited his needs for the moment.
+""Let's fuck,"" he said tenderly.
+""Yes, lets,"" she agreed instantaneously.
+Damien shrugged out of his clothes… exposing his manly chest with curly hair on it tapering down into the waistband of his trousers. His pale skin contrasted sharply with the dark brown hair, and Magdalena forgot to breathe. Next, the trousers came off and well, he had those weird curling hair there too. Not a very pretty sight, but you can't have everything. When he finally took off his underwear, it popped out and…
+""That's it?"" Magdalena whispered, tremulously.
+""Huh? What's that? Didn't hear you.""
+""Umm… ahhh… nothing. I was just um… ahh… er… admiring… ahem… your… well… your… THAT."" Magdalena blushed, a slow profusion of rosy colour seeped down her cheeks.
+And Damien blushed too. A slow profusion of rosy colour seeped down his body. ""Thank you, Maggie-pie. I'm glad you…"" he choked on his words and after a pause tried again. ""I'm glad you like it.""
+Damien was transfixed by her. Her pure, unadulterated, adult-rated beauty. Her casual pose, offering him all she had unselfconsciously. Totally giving, yet needing, but offering and wanting too and also presenting and so loving. _She sure was a paradox_ , thought Damien. _Maybe_.
+""Are you going to stand there and stare?"" Magdalena asked him when she saw that he was just standing there, blushing, with the hint of tears in his eyes.
+That shook Damien out of his musings and he scrambled over to Magdalena. ""No Maggie-poo. I'll give you all you want, and more,"" he said in a manly voice as he stared deeply into her eyes. (She still had not wiped the smeared mascara but Damien refused to let such a small detail detract from the romantic moment.) Then he suddenly remembered…
+He ran off to the kitchen and came out holding the 36 rose bouquet he had got for her. It was quite large. He lay it down on her stomach. It looked very good, and very romantic – the deep red roses were framed by Magdalena's skin, blotchy pink from the rash. _A really lovely colour combination_ , thought Damien.
+""Ohhhhh Dammie!"" Magdalena whispered. She was truly touched. The flowers touched her, soft. ""This is so…"" Magdalena couldn't continue. Her eyes filled with tears.
+Damien lay down next to her, knocked the flowers off and started stroking her bare, lotion-sticky flesh. The stroking turned to kissing, then to worshipping and then he felt that Magdalena was getting impatient, so he put his hand down to her womanhood and realised she was already ready. So Damien moved his steely salami to her gaping maidenhead and lanced in. He started with a slow, romantic rhythm…
+""Uhh.. Dammie… put it in, baby. Yes, now."" Magdalena panted.
+Damien was confused. It _was_ in. He shrugged. ""Yes, dear,"" he said.
+After a couple of thrusts…
+""Did you? Is it in yet?""
+""Yes, Maggie-baby. You like it, no? My hard phallus thrusting into your soft, velvety, womanly folds Maggie-poo. Ohhh… I've been dreaming of this day for so long and now…""
+""God! Damien. Would you stop talking and concentrate?""
+His eyes filled with tears. ""Yes, dear.""
+Then they fucked. Damien concentrated. Magdalena concentrated too but despite very hard concentration, she couldn't feel him anywhere inside her. She shrugged, lay there and thought about her cyber lover from England. His strong, broad shouldered build; the perfect six pack she would love to run her hands over; those piercing, sexy blue eyes which stared directly at her nakedness from the webcam; that deliciously big, fat 13'' cock which stood up to attention as soon as she started talking dirty to him… and oh God! That clipped accent in which he whispered dirty words to her.
+Magdalena was so involved with the picture in her mind that she didn't hear what was going on with Damien.
+""Ohh Maggie-pie-poo-woo-woo! I'm going to empty my love seed into your glorious depths,"" he shouted and with a few short spurts, did it.
+Magdalena became aware of the sudden break in action. ""What? Is it over already?""
+Damien raised his head and looked into her eyes. ""Yes,"" he said reverently. ""The end of a most fulfilling episode…,"" he paused, blushed, flushed, then continued, hopefully, ""…and the beginning of many more to come, I hope.""
+ _You wish, bozo_ , thought Magdalena.
+* * * * *
+ _Yo, reader! You actually finished this?! Read through all of it? Oh man! You need help. Or maybe I do… I think. Both of us? I can't decide who. *sigh* Well, anyway, now you're here… try and vote, will ya? Oh, and do the feedback bit too. We author types kind of like it. :)_"
+336,The Worst Chain Story Ever Ch. 09,Lucifer_Carroll,Chain Stories,2004-05-23,2004-05-23,2022-01-08 03:56:03,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-worst-chain-story-ever-ch-09,Magdalena and the traveling psychologist (Satire).,"['Bit Awkward', 'Drawn Quartered', 'High Class', 'John Dong', 'Magdalena', 'Obeyed Command', 'Special Walk-In', 'Submissive Slut', 'Traveling Salesman', 'Walk-In Closet']",4.75,"Magdalena Shaw was feeling a bit whistful. She had been doing nothing all morning and had planned to do nothing until John came home, but she was starting to get bored with it. Suddenly the doorbell rang. She hoped the maid would answer it. She was awfully busy doing nothing after all. After the fourteenth ring, she realized that the maid was busy with the au-pair again, probably in her wardrobe, and thus she would have to break the monotony after all.
+“Yes,” she answered the door, which was odd as the door itself hadn’t asked her anything.
+“Um, could you open the door first, ma’am,” said a squeaky voice behind the door.
+“All right,” she replied reluctantly opening up the big door, the type only seen on expensive homes and the nicer troll caves, to reveal a tweedy man with a briefcase. “You did see the sign, right?”
+“You mean the one that says, ‘Traveling salesman will be drawn, quartered, and shoved down the garderobe that we don’t have.’ Yes, yes,” he replied. “But I am not a traveling salesman, I am Dr. Molesto, traveling psychologist. My services are complementary.”
+“You mean complimentary,” she asked realizing that English debates though not nothing, are close enough to be satisfying.
+“You will be silent,” he commanded in a high-pitched squeal that was doing its best to sound authoritative and commanding.
+“Aren’t you supposed to hypnotize me, before you can command me around,” she replied helpfully.
+“Oh, yeah, I forgot,” he replied embarrassedly. “Listen, can’t you just invite me in so I can proceed to violate you and your trust in a direct violation of my profession’s code of ethics.”
+“I’m not sure, what if I let you place me under an erotic hypnosis and all of a sudden you try and sell me Amway products?”
+“On my honor, I only use my talents to violate the bodies of bored housewives in demeaning and derogatory fashions, never to sell Amway,” he replied in a grating wheeze. “So can I please come in now?”
+“All right, but you’ll have to abuse me quick as I have a lot of nothing to finish up before my husband gets home,” Magdalena ushered in the doctor.
+The doctor was clad completely in clothes. Not like the clothes in her special walk-in closet or even her normal walk-in closet or come to think of it that of her husband. These clothes were normal clothes, like a suit or something or at least what a suit would look like if the wearer were color-blind or just taste impaired. But as a saving grace, the fabric was nice. As for the rest of Dr. Molesto’s features…oh, they’re probably not important anyway. And besides while I was ranting about the suit, the characters had already started a conversation in the living room
+“All right then, tell me about your mother,” Dr. Molesto said leaning back into John the Dong’s custom made recliner. By custom-made I mean it was a recliner with a “custom-made” logo. The Shaws spent most of their money on costumes and special fabrics so their furniture budget was remarkably frugal to compensate.
+“I can’t,” Magdalena replied lying back on the couch. “We haven’t got to the incest chapter yet.”
+“Fair enough,” Dr. Molesto said. “Now I must put you under hypnosis. I forgot my gold watch, so keep an eye on my finger and pretend it’s a watch, ideally with those cool spirally patterns you see in old movies.”
+Magdalena obeyed and followed the finger with her eyes, back and forth, side to side, one finger, now a three. Go for the slider. The crowd was cheering in the stands. Tied score bottom of the ninth. Drama set, she was ready to throw.
+“You will now feel yourself going into a deep trance,” Dr. Molesto intoned in what he believed to be a claming voice, but actually sounded like Rob Halford on a bad day. “On three you will listen to whatever I have to say and follow my every command. One. Two. Three. Now quack like a duck.”
+“I don’t really feel like it,” Magdalena said, wondering where the softball imagery had gone and wondering if she could recapture that. She looked really good in those little hats and uniforms. Maybe she could use that tonight to try and bring off her husband.
+“What do you mean,” Dr. Molesto whined in distress. “You’re supposed to immediately fall into a trance wherein you act exactly like a submissive slut who is suddenly willing to try things that she wouldn’t try before.”
+“But I am a submissive slut, and there isn’t anything I wouldn’t try,” Magdalena replied with an air of confusion. Her inner character was conflicting with the clichés again.
+“Come on, you’ve got to go along with this,” Dr. Molesto said becoming very flustered. This was agitating him greatly because he didn’t want to be named Very Flustered. “You’re supposed to fall into a trance that allows me praeternatural control of your psyche and then I can abuse you. That’s what’s written in the script.”
+“Oh, in that case,” she said and quickly became limp as a rag doll, her eyes rolled back in a heavy trance. Dr. Molesto grinned; this was more like it.
+“You are feeling very horny,” he said in the Rob Halford voice.
+“No shit, ass pirate,” she said slowly in a zombie-like monotone. Dr. Molesto jerked for a second. He was not used to being insulted by one of his hypnotized subjects. Most of his clients were sheltered housewives whose faithfulness and sexual inexperience fueled the power of his control and lust. This whole thing was different and it frightened him a bit. Once things abandoned the clichés, he was in trouble. He decided to take control of the situation. “You shall refer to me as master from now on.”
+“Yes, master ass pirate,” Magdalena replied in deep tranquility on the couch. Deep inside she was pleased to be continuing her nothing work while participating in the bizarre man’s lust.
+“Better,” Dr. Molesto replied not sure if it was better, but since he had said it was better and since things are supposed to be better when people call you master, he assumed he must have felt better. And now the confusion was starting to hurt, he needed to simplify things.
+“Come over here and suck my dick,” Dr. Molesto intoned standing up from the comfy chair/recliner striking a pose he imagined to be dramatic and powerful. She leapt from the couch and attached herself to his crotch.
+“Slower,” he squeaked in dangerous discomfort, “And take it out of the pants first.”
+He breathed a sigh of relief as she stopped hoovering the tent of his crotch and pulled back to tear his zipper down. He was used to turning women into sluts that obeyed his command. He was even used to the ones who tried to resist him as he opened up their sexuality. He was not, however, used to a subject who was as “eager” as Magdalena. He felt the clamp of jaw on his dick again and looked down.
+“Underwear too, if you’d please,” he mentioned as he looked down at the mat of hair surrounding his underpants and the remains of what may have once been his pants below that. “And a bit more careful in the removal this time.”
+She slipped off his shorts and clamped back on his dong. It was not as long as John the Dong’s dong and it suffered from other deficiencies as well, but as a hypnosis slave it was not her place to point this out. She did however scoff derisively before deepthroating the shaft in one big gulp.
+“Shit,” Dr. Molesto cried out as Magdalena pumped his cock as fast as a turbine. “What the fuck are you? You suck like the badly written star of some bizarre sex story.”
+The writer hearing this took vengeance on the character and lowered his stamina from the original clichéd 2 hours to something more realistic.
+“Damn writers,” he cried out as he began to feel his sac tighten. “All right woman, stop sucking so I can give you a cream facial.”
+Magdalena obeyed the command and sat back not as much like an excited puppy waiting for a bone, but more of that of a drill sergeant waiting for the privates to fall in line.
+“Oh, yeah. Let’s paint that whore face white,” he groaned giving his cock two quick pumps. The first shot landed somewhere on the armoire on the far side of the room. The second hit the television in the living room across the hall. The last hit the au-pair’s face. Much to her shock, as well as that of the maid whose honeypot she’d been munching.
+“Oh, c’mon that wasn’t even feasible,” Dr. Molesto moaned in disappointment as he looked at Magdalena’s completely clean face. The writer who was drinking a large bottle of rum took a moment’s pause to flick off the character and then resumed the plot.
+“I need to get hard again,” Dr. Molesto commanded, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the feeling that someone, somewhere was flicking him off. “Why don’t you strip and dance for me?”
+Magdalena proceeded to follow the orders. She stood up quickly and tore the clothes off her body in one fluid motion. She was a beautiful woman of one gargantuan ZZZZ breast and a sunken –A breast. She rose one foot to begin to dance and then stopped and turned to the quite broken fourth wall.
+“C’mon now, this is ridiculous even for this story,” she said to the writer and the writer realizing that she was right put down his jug of rum and tried to focus on the three spinning sheets of paper in front of him.
+Magdalena’s breasts fell back into a pleasing and more natural shape wobbling between sizes for a second as the writer’s eyes focused and content, Magdalena began to dance.
+It was a stellar riverdance, one that would have made Michael Flatley applaud and cheer. Dr. Molesto confused by the interpreting of his command sighed and got hard the old fashioned way: watching breasts bounce.
+Having succeeded in this action he called Magdalena over and felt her pussy. It was dry as a bone. Considering that all he had done for her was suck his dick for 10 seconds, this shouldn’t of surprised him, but there were certain “conventions” one expected in this line of work.
+“Cum,” he commanded in order to satisfy the unique problem.
+“How they hell do you expect me to obey THAT on command,” Magdalena replied testily, adding as an afterthought, “Master Shithead.”
+“I don’t know,” Dr. Molesto scratched his head. “Usually I just say that and they do. It’s part of the whole ethos or something.”
+“Damn stupid ethos,” Magdalena replied feeling a bit awkward with this confused man grabbing her pussy. Meanwhile a Beatles record started playing upstairs and the house was flooded with the “Number nine, number nine” bit of the White Album. Then, just as suddenly the musical tastes of the writer stopped imposing themselves on the audience and the tale continued exactly where it left off.
+“Listen, it’s in the damn script. Now can you just do it. I ORDER you to cum,” he screamed in the wheezy high-pitched squeal that even heavy metal singers won’t touch and John Lennon wouldn’t have even scoffed at. Magdalena feeling a bit awkward was suddenly granted the ability to do the impossible. Her pussy flooded to the order and she gasped in bemusement.
+“Thank you, and now turn and bend down so I can sample your fine pussy,” he said relaxing into a more “normal” voice. “And this time you shall cum every time I do. In fact, how about you come with each stroke instead?”
+“Whatever, dickwad master,” Magdalena responded as she bent into a doggie- style. Somehow she knew that even with this command, she wasn’t going to be getting much out of the whole exchange. However, she knew that it probably didn’t matter. The experiences of the victim never seemed to be of much import in these types of stories.
+He stroked his cock a little as he gazed at the bent-over sight in front of him. He almost ejaculated in the action and mentally cursed the author for removing his previously superman-style stamina. Taking control, he entered into Magdalena’s pussy burying himself in one swift slam. He began to bam, but before he could “thank you, ma’am” he felt his balls once again tighten.
+“Shit,” he cried out as he spent his speed in the second thrust. Magdalena in the throes of her third, yet completely unsatisfying orgasm guffawed at the action. Only for a second though as the shots inside her pussy hit her face in a direct violation of the laws of physics and in proof of the author’s level of total inebriation.
+“Huh,” Dr. Molesto commented as he removed himself and looked at her cum- painted face. “Well, you can clean this too.” He proceeded to shove his dick in front of her mouth and with one motion he was both clean and hard. He was however not long and thus Magdalena treated herself to another snort at his expense.
+“Damnitt,” Dr. Molesto cried out much to the detriment of the neighbor’s dogs. “I’m the master here and now I shall push my pud up your poopshoot. What do you think about that?”
+“I think that’s a horrible abuse of the English language,” Magdalena said as she swung her ass into position.
+Dr. Molesto growled or at least made a gutteral sound that could be interpreted as a growl by a deaf man on Bizarro World. Angrily he grabbed Magdalena’s ass and shoved himself in with one stroke. Having not been ordered to cum on this action, she derived little pleasure from it, but having been violated there by many other, larger cocks in the past, experienced no pain either.
+Sweating profusely in grim determination not to cum until at least a minute, he thrusted again and again into Magdalena’s delectable derriere. Magdalena meanwhile thought back to the idea about the softball uniform and wondered if she had one in the special walk-in closet or would have to borrow one from the neighbors.
+After exactly 55 seconds, he felt himself ready to cum and 4 seconds later he erupted deep into her ass and it in all deference to the author stayed there. The writer, nonplussed but powerless over these cum droplets let it be and let the story continue.
+“How’d you like that, bitch,” he said jerking her hair back in an act of pure dominance.
+“It sucked, and so do you…master. I didn’t cum once.”
+Dr. Molesto let out another (let’s call it a) growl and ordered her to cum four more times and become tired and sexually sated. In all deference to the laws of causation, she followed the suspension of disbelief and complied with the orders. Sweating and tired she collapsed to the floor with Dr. Molesto still buried in her ass.
+“Much better,” Dr. Molesto said as he reached over to his briefcase. “And now that you are flat on the floor with my cock up your ass and under my complete control, how would you like to buy some fine Amway products?”
+********
+John the Dong came home tired from Tony the Tongue’s high class establishment for oversexed high class ladies. It had been a busy day and he was looking forward to the attentions of his wife. But first, he had to ask her a nagging question.
+“Honey, why is there someone drawn, quartered and shoved down our neighbor’s garderobe, which they bought off an ancient Scottish castle for reasons I can’t fathom?”
+“Just some Amway salesman, dear,” she said matter-of-factly and stepped out in the open to showcase herself. “Now what do you think of this pitcher’s uniform?”
+John’s long dong twitched.
+“I think it might do.”
+And the writer thus finished collapsed drunk on the floor."
+337,The Worst Chain Story Ever,Joseki Ko,Chain Stories,2004-06-27,2004-07-02,2022-01-08 03:56:04,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/the-worst-chain-story-ever-ch-10,1. Magdalena follows her Doctors advice. 2. Turnabout is fair play.,"['Back Action', 'Chain Story', 'Dildo John', 'John Ass', 'John Dong', 'John Yelled', 'Maggie Pulled', 'Prostrate Gland', 'Pulled Inch', 'Worst Chain']",3.59,"**The Worst Chain Story Ever Ch.10: Doctors Advice**
+ _Note to Readers: Please read the title. This is meant to be bad, repetitive and boring in places. If it were not a Chain Story it would be categorized as Humor and Satire. You have been warned. Continue at your own risk._
+It was Friday night when John (the Dong) Shaw finally left work. He was really looking forward to getting home that night. His wife Magdalena Shaw would have something ready for him. It was always an effort to find what would trip his trigger on any given night. He looked down at his one eyed wonder worm and thought about their past exploits. The whip cream, the cherries, the whips, the chains, the paddle, the ropes, the motor car, not a single luxury.
+“Ohhhhhh, Ginger!” he screamed
+And promptly filled his pants with cum.
+Now how had that happened. He finished the drive home in silence and when he entered his house found his beautiful wife dressed to the nines. She had on Custom Black Nine Inch Stiletto Heels $500 Black Fishnet Nylons $100 Black Leather Mini $200 Custom Black Leather Top $200 Custom Black leather Flogger $100
+Seeing the look on your wife’s face when she notices your cum laden pants Priceless.
+But our Maggie was not to be put off oh no she’d been talking to Doctor Richard Cranium, a noted specialist in Dickheads. Doctor Cranium what advice did you give to our Maggie, inquiring minds want to know.
+“Well Mr. Announcer voice the advice I gave Maggie was that she merely stimulate his prostrate gland.”
+“And how do you do that Doctor?”
+“Well Mr. Announcer it’s easy, anal insertion of a Bigus objecticus far enough up a homosapians glutius maximus, that it stimulates his prostrate gland. You don’t want to hit this too hard but a gentle stimulation should yield the desired results.”
+“Huh?”
+“I said stick a dildo up his ass till it hits his balls.”
+“Oh thank you Doctor. And there you have it good reader, now back to the action.”
+Maggie looks up as your attention returns to the scene.
+“Oh know you don’t John. I’m not taking no for an answer tonight. You will damn well point it up when I say point it up. Now point it up!” Maggie demanded.
+John looked down at his soggy drawers in defeat. But Maggie would have none of that she slid down the banister railing.
+“Yeeeoooooowww!”
+And moved out to where her reticent husband stood. Grabbing him by a convenient ear she dragged him up into the bedroom. Not waiting for him to think about it she ripped of all of his clothes leaving him naked with no clothes on and took that flogger to his ass.
+“This ‘smack’ is what ‘smack’ you ‘smack’ get ‘smack’ for cumming without me. ‘Smack,smack,smack’
+Despite himself John felt himself growing hard. He looked down at his magnificent manmeat and howled.
+“Owwowwwoowwwwwww.”
+John grabbed Maggie and through her back on the bed, he jumped in behind her and buried his tongue in her shapely pussy. Maggie never new that John “the Dong” was so good with his tongue. Why this could become a regular thing. And then with his tongue still inserted in her John manuvered his dick into position to spear our heroine Maggie. But wait he can’t quite manage that he’s not limber enough. John straightens up and inserts his dong into his wife Maggie.
+“Houston we have liftoff!” Shouted John and he began to ride Maggie like the concrete cowboy that he wanted to be.
+For you see good reader in his heart of hearts John ‘the dong’ Shaw has always wanted to be a cowboy. To know the feeling of sleeping under the stars, to eat nothing but brown food, and to have a special relationship with the herd that he brings home…No not that kind of relationship you sicko, the kind where man and cow respect each other in the greater scheme of life.
+Now back to the action.
+“Take it baby, take it.” John ‘the dong’ grunted.
+Inch by glorious inch John stuck it to his wife. Back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth John slid his dick into Maggie.
+Finally maggie could take no more and pulled a 10 inch dildo from under her pillow…I SAID MAGGIE PULLED A 10 INCH DIDLO and rammed it up John’s ass.
+Maggie looked a little flustered as she complied with the commentary.
+“Actually Mr. Announcer I can’t quite reach” Maggie stated
+And threw me the Dildo.
+“Would you be a dear and ram this 10 inches up my husbands ass? Thanks.”
+So I walked around behind John and positioned it above his asshole.
+“Wait!” John screamed, “Wait use some lube.”
+I checked my watch. “Sorry John we’re out of time.”
+“No,” John yelled “there’s always time for lube.”
+I pulled my ever present tube of KY out of my pocket and squirted some on the dildo and some on John’s asshole. Then I rammed the dildo up John’s ass and hit his prostrate gland.
+“I’M CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMING!” John yelled and did just that.
+He kept cumming and cumming as I kept tapping his prostrate.
+“No please stop, oh make it stop my dick is going to fall off.” John begged.
+I finally pulled it out and John collapsed across his wife completely spent. In no time they were both fast asleep.
+Another day of happiness.
+
+"
+338,Zodiac Girls Ch. 06,Bakeboss,Chain Stories,2009-08-28,2009-08-28,2022-01-08 03:57:05,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/zodiac-girls-ch-06,I do twin Gemini - and one is a man.,"['Bisexual Male', 'Exhibition', 'Group Sex', 'Incest', 'Twins']",3.6,"I swear that if you look up Gemini in a book on horoscopes, you'll find a picture of my girlfriend Judy there. She is such a Gemini she even has a twin brother. They are so much alike it's two sides of the same coin, just one is a girl, and the other is a boy. Judy's figure could almost be called boy -like except for the large c-cup breasts sticking out from her chest. Her swimmer's body is long and lean, not soft like a girl but firm like a boy. Now don't misunderstand me, Judy is one sexy woman with a great body that she knows how to use to her advantage. Her Brother Jason's body is almost soft when compared with his sister; He's not what you could even call chubby but he's not hard muscle either. They both have curly brown hair of about the same length, and their suntan faces show off their bright blue eyes with a striking contrast.
+Judy called me her boyfriend but she let me know right from the start she would not be mine exclusively. She told me she could never be contented by any one man and if that were too much for me, she would understand. As for me, I hated it but it didn't take long to figure that even a little of Judy was so much more than none at all. It's not that she would flaunt her dalliances in front of me, it was just understood that if she found someone interesting she would have a fling with him or her. She always said, if she was too sexy for just one man, she surly was too sexy for just one gender and would freely sleep with man, woman, or both with gusto.
+Judy loved to dress sexy showing off her big tits with tight little tops with bared midriffs that barely covered the bottom of her breasts and miles of cleavage showing on the top. Most days would find her in short skirts that showed off her long legs and she enjoyed giving a peek up her skirt. God could that woman wear some small bathing suits. It's as if the thong was designed for her ass with her strong muscular cheeks sticking out and that little string buried between them. I know she thoroughly enjoy showing off her body with the hope of turning people on.
+The first time we had sex she told me that her and her brother did it all the time. She said they took each other's cherry at a young age and she said that Jason was her favorite sex partner. This seemed rather kinky to me but then Judy was a kinky girl. I remember one time we went to her parents cabin in the mountains with Jason and his girl friend Sharon. It didn't take long to find out that Sharon was the dominate one in their relationship. After dinner we sat around drinking wine and talking when Sharon said,
+""Come on Jase, it time for you to pleasure me.""
+She just grabbed his crotch and pulled him into their bedroom. After awhile Judy took my hand and said,
+""Let's go watch.""
+We walked in to find both naked and Sharon sitting on Jason's face with both hands in his hair holding his head while she rubbed his face into her snatch. Judy went over and began to make out with Sharon, next she got next to Jason's crotch and began to stroke his erection. She called me over and asked me to take off my clothes, as she wanted to stroke both Jason and me at the same time. I couldn't argue with getting a hand job so I complied. Sharon said she wanted to watch and went into a reverse cowgirl mode. Judy then got on her knees in front of her brother and began to suck him off. When she stopped, she leaned over and kissed me putting tongue deep into my mouth.
+""Can't you just taste him on my tongue?""
+I said no and I was just being honest. She held his cock up and beckoned me closer. I leaned in but resisted when she tried to put his cock in my mouth. Sharon was breathing hard and I could tell she was really getting in to this,
+""Come on John, just lick it once.""
+Judy took the back of my neck and pulled me ever closer. She bounced his cock on my lips, teasing me then both she and Sharon kept telling me just to taste it. Finally, I stuck my tongue out and licked the underside of Jason, Judy said,
+""God that is so hot, here John kiss the tip.""
+I did as she asked and as she pulled it away, a string of precum went from his dick to my lips and without thinking I stuck my tongue and licked it off his cock. By then there was no turning back and I swallowed him down to his pubes. Just like that, I now had my first taste of cock and it felt strangely erotic. I was actually looking forward to my first taste of another man's cum when Judy pulled her brother's cock from my mouth and put it hers. As I held his balls, stroking them I felt them tense and then I felt the cum surge from them to Judy's mouth. I felt disappointed and it must have showed in my face because Judy bent over and put her mouth to mine, and when I opened up, she passed me a snowball of Jason's sperm. That was how we spent our weekend, in a tangled mass of bodies, man, and man, girl, and girl and many combinations of the two.
+As with most Gemini Judy soon tired of me and we have long since separated. The last time I bumped into her she told me that Jason and Sharon got married and Sharon is now expecting. Judy said it was extra sexy to make love with a pregnant woman and was spending most weekends at their house. Before you ask I'll tell you that Jason was the first and last cock that I sucked, and although I enjoyed the variety of it I just preferred pussy to cock. I'll always miss Judy as I continue my search for another real Gemini."
+339,Zodiac Girls Ch. 09,Man Ray,Chain Stories,2006-06-24,2006-06-24,2022-01-08 03:57:08,1,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/zodiac-girls-ch-09,"Virgo: his neighbour, Mrs. Templeton-Bush.","['Fun', 'Hunour']",,"Now, I am not the world's most tidy man - that I will admit. But that is not to admit to being a slob. It's just that I am a man living alone and therefore I may not dust as much as some and I may leave a lot of magazines lying around that, to the anally retentive, might seem messy!
+The house is clean though; no dirty dishes in the sink and the bathrooms are cleaned regularly...not by me though, I have a cleaner in twice a week! A nice old lady named Doris with bad breath and a hairnet but that's all the agency will send me since that incident with the young Philippina girl I used to have!
+What can I say about that? It was the middle of the morning. I had been drinking the night before and I had slept in... and I needed to pee and so I went to the bathroom. As you gents know sometimes, when you have to go first thing in the morning, you are accompanied by a stiffie that you are mighty proud of! So I went to the bathroom, opened the door and walked in... and slipped on the bloody towel that was lying there! Now if Maria hadn't have been there cleaning bending over the side of the bath as she was I might have hurt myself!
+As it was I fell forward, my arms outstretched to stop myself...but unfortunately the angle of my fall meant I grabbed Maria round the hips, pushing her dress up around her waist where upon she cushioned my fall as I fell on top of her! I admit that to some the image of me naked, my erect cock wedged between Maria's ample thighs as she lay over the side of the bath with her dress up around her waist would seem indicative of something akin to a sexual assault.
+Well, would you believe that is what Maria and the agency tried to say! Luckily, I managed to dissuade them from pressing charges when I threatened to bring in the Health and Safety people about safe working practices (e.g. leaving towels lying on the floor!) Plus the bonus I paid Maria later for the 'extra' services that morning seemed to satisfy her and keep her quiet.
+But I digress. What I am trying to say that my house is clean but full of too many magazines. The garden though is a different matter! I believe in nature running its course and so I like a garden that is low maintenance...but in my case that means no maintenance! And it was this lack of care of my garden, failing to keep my trees and bushes trimmed that got me involved with another kind of 'bush'...Mrs. Virginia Templeton-Bush to be precise. She was my neighbour; she lived with her husband in the far too perfect house next door. Everything was perfect in their house and garden and both of them seemed to look down their noses at my house, my garden and me.
+I think it was the multi-coloured VW camper van in my front garden that triggered off the first dispute between us. I know it is a little rusty and yes, it has no wheels but one day I will work on it and it will be as good as new. Mr. Templeton-Bush (or Mr. and Mrs. TB as I came to call them!) came round to see me the second day after they had moved in and had asked if the van could be towed away as Mrs. Templeton-Bush thought it was an 'eyesore' and lowered the tone of the neighbourhood! The cheek of it! That van was a classic...well, it would be after months of renovation and a few thousand pounds but it has sentimental value to me. I remember with fond memory that girls seemed to love VW camper vans and it was magic how they lost all their inhibitions once inside!
+As I listened politely to Mr. TB out of the corner of my eye, I saw the curtains twitch next door and Mrs. TB's face appeared for a second. Just to let her know what I thought of their request, I reached down and scratched my nuts and adjusted 'Bed Stop' (...the name a favourite girlfriend once gave to a part of my anatomy we both had a lot of respect for!) and you know I'm sure I saw Mrs. TB's eyes widen in shock just before the curtains fell back!
+Well, after listening to Mr. TB, I told him I would look into the matter immediately but that was six months ago and since then I have had nothing but cold stares from my neighbours! I tried to make friends with them. I tried to be civil but I could not get through to them, especially her for some reason.
+Now this 'hippie chick' (...see below for a 'noisy' incident in which she featured heavily concerning my new neighbours!) I knew who lived at number sixty-nine. Her name was Chryssa and well, she knew something about hippie stuff like astrology and exotic plants! One day she was wandering around my garden (...I think she was looking for somewhere to plant some of her more 'exotic' plants!) in just a pair of the tightest shorts and the skimpiest top you have ever seen when she felt a pair of eyes upon her. These eyes belonged to the very disapproving Mrs. TB! Mrs. TB came to the fence and started to berate my friend about the state of the garden. This was a big mistake on Mrs. TB's part about the state of her clothing!
+Chryssa stood there and listened. Her beautiful green eyes studied Mrs. TB as she continued to speak. Finally Chryssa said, ""You are a Virgo aren't you?"" Mrs. TB suddenly shut up and then replied that, yes she was a Virgo but what did that have to do with anything? My friend Chryssa calmly proceeded to tell Mrs. TB that she was a typical Virgo, a finicky perfectionist trying to bring order to other people's lives by nagging and being a pain in the ass!
+Chryssa then said she should let her hair down (...in a literal and emotional sense!) and see that the world is not perfect and run to an orderly schedule and that she should make more friends and to learn to live in harmony with her neighbours. Mrs. TB replied that she had all the friends she needed, especially with all the voluntary work that she did and anyway her neighbour (i.e. me!) was obnoxious!
+Chryssa replied that Mrs. TB shouldn't be so shy and anyway. She said (...I hope she was referring to me and not to Mrs. TB's other neighbour, a seventy- six year old man!), ""Your neighbour may be obnoxious but he sure can fuck!"" I think it was this last remark that made Mrs. TB turn purple and storm off!
+Though I have to recount another incident that didn't exactly please Mr. and Mrs. TB. Imagine it's a Sunday afternoon, the weather is hot outside but you are in your bed and you just happen to have an equally hot and completely sex fiend, Karma Sutra-experienced hippie chick named Chryssa (...yes, she from number sixty-nine again!) who just wants to suck and fuck your brains out! So what does a man do? He gives this hippie chick what she wants...but unfortunately just when the Templeton-Bush family is outside in their garden! From what I could gather from a friend who lived across the road, who could also hear and see what was going on, the rising crescendo of feminine screams and masculine shouts of impending orgasmic release went on and on and on while the Templeton-Bushes mowed the lawn and tended to their flowerbeds, trying in a very British manner to ignore the screams and shouts of sexual frenzy!
+The Templeton-Bushes were very fond of their garden, especially the back garden, which I must admit, was something to see. A neat lawn surrounded by flowerbeds, a gazebo and a water feature straight out of 'Garden Force' it was. Each flowerbed was immaculately trimmed, and woe betide a weed that wanted to grow there. Many a time I had seen Mr. and Mrs. TB on their hands and knees weeding away. Usually this weeding was accompanied by Mrs. TB nagging away at Mr. TB, telling him to be more diligent in his weeding as Mrs. TB, from two metres away, could spot if he had missed one! That poor man must have suffered but still he must have enjoyed some reward.
+My jungle of a garden was next to their immaculate garden, separated by a high wooden fence so they could not see it and I think everything would have been fine except for the 'tree'! Now the 'tree' was old and over the years the branches had grown and were now overhanging the fence. Instead of asking me to cut the branches back, I actually had a solicitor's letter telling me to cut the offending branches back or face further action!
+The cheek of it! I was fuming and do you know what I did? I invited some of my more raucous friends round for an impromptu BBQ in my garden where we proceeded to drink copious amounts of lager and eat large amounts of flame grilled burgers. Well, I say flame grilled but I think we did something wrong with the charcoal as all we seemed to do was produce a veritable smokescreen that drifted across the fence into next door! Was it my fault that the Templeton-Bushes were out for the day and had left their washing out to dry...and had left the upstairs windows open as well...and so when they came home they found all their clean fresh clothes and their bedrooms smelling of smoke and burgers?
+But according to the Environmental Health Officer from the council, who came round the next day, it was my fault and I was therefore banned from any further BBQ's! And I had a further solicitor's letter informing that if the tree wasn't cut back by the date of the August Bank Holiday, which the letter informed me was the date of Mrs. TB's birthday and her 'birthday garden party', I would be in serious trouble...again!
+And so the day of the August Bank Holiday came around and I woke early because this was the day I was finally going to cut the branches back. During the weeks leading up to the Bank Holiday, I knew that the Templeton-Bushes had been watching me every day to see if I would give in to their threats of court action. So every day I would walk into the garden with my tools, look up at the tree...and smile and walk back to my house! I had no desire to get involved with a stupid court action. Today was the day for me to get my 'chopper' out and trim the branches back!
+One problem was that, though it would have been easier to trim the branches from the Templeton-Bushes garden, my stupid pride prevented me from asking permission to work in their garden. I had to climb the bloody tree and do a Tarzan impersonation and swing from branch to branch.
+So here I was, at nine o'clock on a bright sunny August Bank Holiday Monday, standing in my garden, surveying which branches need to be removed when I heard Mr. TB talking to his wife, telling her that he would be gone till two o'clock. In reply I heard Mrs. TB giving Mr. TB a list of do's and don'ts on where to go, what to buy and woe betide him if he was late! I shook my head in disbelief. There she goes again, nag nag nag!
+Have I described her yet? This Mrs. Templeton-Bush who ordered her husband around like a servant and fired off solicitors' letters to her ever so nice neighbour? I hate to say this but I did find her attractive in a funny sort of way. But you have heard of dressing to impress? Well, Mrs. TB dressed to depress! Dowdy, out of fashion, long sleeved, long skirted dresses were the order of the day for Mrs. TB. Even while working in the garden she wore either trousers or voluminous baggy shorts. I have never once seen her in jeans. But I did wonder what lay beneath the surface of her boring clothes and clunky shoes? I thought that Mrs. TB was maybe in her late thirties. She had heavy blonde hair that was always done up in a severe bun. A slim figure with quite nice looking breasts and as for the legs, the only part of her legs that I could see were her ankles and calves and all I can say is that they were slim and shapely.
+It's a good job that I am quite fit because clambering up that tree was hard work, lumbered as I was with saws and stuff. I expected Mrs. TB to be in her garden, watching me with a triumphant look on her face but she was nowhere to be seen. I presumed she was in the house getting everything perfect for her perfect birthday party! Everyone, bar me that is, was invited to this grand occasion. Mrs. TB did a lot of voluntary work in the community. People like the local Vicar would be making an appearance.
+I had decided to start at the top and trim my way down the blasted tree so I climbed and climbed. I was hidden amongst the leafy branches and soon I was dripping sweat even though I was only wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Reaching the top I took a breather and rested on a large branch that seemed able to take my weight. I looked out from my leafy vantage point and surveyed the neighbourhood. As I twisted round, a movement caught my eye from an upstairs window in Mrs. TB's house.
+Well, to be precise, from what I presumed was Mrs. TB's bedroom window because she was standing with her back to the window...in just her underwear! Now, I have seen a woman in her underwear before and am not usually nonplussed by the sight but this...this was totally unexpected! Totally unexpected in that if someone asked me to describe Mrs. TB's underwear I would have hazarded a guess that she would be wearing a bra in the whitest of white cotton with no lace and plain cotton knickers the size of Belgium! But boy was I wrong! The sight before me was of a shapely attractive body in the blackest, skimpiest, sexiest set of underwear that I had seen in a long time! Now, I have had some practice in the purchasing of, the giving of as a present of and the removal of ladies underwear. I could see, even from a distance, that Mrs. TB's black bra and knickers were expensive, possibly silk.
+As you can imagine, the sight before had me totally transfixed in a mixture of amazement and, I have to admit, growing lust! So there I was, up in a tree, watching my neighbour in her undies with my cock growing as stiff, as 'wooden' as the branch I was carefully perched upon. But there was a problem! When a man gets an erection it's usually a quite pleasurable occurrence, something to enjoy...except when you are up a tree and the said erection is awkwardly confined in your shorts! So, without taking my eyes of Mrs. TB as she was now leaning forward examining something on her bed I suppose, but presenting me with the sight of her black-knickered bottom sticking out as if to say 'spank me', I let go my grip on the branch and reached down to make 'Bed Stop' (...'Bed Stop' if you remember the name given to my cock!) to lie more comfortably.
+I blame the heat myself for making my hands sweaty and slippery because once I had rearranged my tackle, I reached out to grip the branch again and yes, I should've also taken my eyes off Mrs. TB's arse as well and looked at what I was doing but I didn't...and so I missed the branch! With one hand flailing into space I lost my balance, lost the branch I was holding onto with my other hand and with a despairing scream fell of the branch! The sound of me hitting each and every branch as I fell was accompanied by a loud 'Ouch!' each time Luckily, hitting every branch slowed my fall until I finally hit the ground with a loud thud!
+So there I lay, looking up at the sky wondering when the angels would come to take my poor broken body to heaven when, instead of an angel standing over me, Mrs. TB came into view. Now here I will offer up some defence for my later actions. If Mrs. TB had shown an ounce of sympathy or concern for my predicament, I would have thanked her and everything would have been fine. But she didn't...instead I heard the following... ''You stupid man! Look what you have done! My prize roses! You will pay for this!""
+Let me explain where I had fallen, not that I had much choice in the matter, but I had fallen right smack in the middle of one of her immaculately maintained rosebeds. I felt thorns sticking in some very sensitive areas and rose petals continued to flutter down from the blooms I had knocked flat. But I hardly felt the thorns that impaled me because something snapped (...luckily it had not been my neck!) and a red mist came over me as I lay there, slowly recovering my senses, staring up at Mrs. TB as she continued to berate me and scold me in the same tone of voice that she used on her husband! All the months of living next door to her, the solicitors' letters and now her total disregard for me lying there in her flowerbed, possibly injured, came to the boil...but all she could think about was her fucking roses!
+With a loud groan, I staggered to my feet and stood in front of her swaying as I gingerly felt if anything was broken. Remember, I was just wearing t-shirt and shorts. Well, they had taken something of a battering on the way down and now were nothing but tatters hanging off me. Now, the question is 'would I have acted the same as I did if I hadn't seen Mrs. TB in her bedroom in just her sexy black knickers?' Well, I don't know. All I know is that as I stood there, my eyes were running up and down Mrs. TB's body, images of her earlier display sending electrical signals from my brains to my nether regions! I suppose in her rush to see what the noise was, she had grabbed the first thing she could find to cover herself which was a dressing gown. She hadn't even had a chance to fasten it. She was holding it tightly closed with both hands. But because she was holding it tightly closed, the dressing gown revealed and accentuated her figure. Since I knew what was underneath the said dressing gown, I felt my cock grow and grow!
+''You will of course finish of the job. You seem alright now. I want the branches cut back before the party! You hear! And you will give me something in recompense for the damage you have caused by your bumbling incompetence!"" I heard Mrs. TB say. I agree that my next action was not the action I would normally take but I could blame the fall. I did bang my head, didn't I? Or it could have been the heat? Or it could have been the large erection I was now sporting? A combination of all three maybe?
+But whatever the cause, I answered Mrs. TB by reaching for my tattered t-shirt and pulled at it until it fell around me in rags. And then my shorts followed! Can you imagine what Mrs. TB was thinking at that moment? Here she was in her garden and suddenly a hairy wild man had replaced her annoying, untidy neighbour! A sweaty hairy wild man with absolutely no clothes on, his hair sticking up and full of leaves, twigs and rose petals adorning his body! And as her eyes slowly dropped, a wild man with an enormous erection...an erection that to her seemed to be growing larger!
+I suppose I could plead temporary insanity or blame the concussion that I was possibly suffering from for the later events. But at the time, I knew what I wanted to do. I took a step forward towards Mrs. TB...and she took a step back. I moved forward again, she moved backwards, never taking her eyes from my engorged cock. Maybe 'Bed Stop' was leading me so to speak.
+''I'm going to give you something my dear Mrs. TB for the damage I have caused your precious flowerbed. Something that you will remember for a long time!"" I said as I advanced towards her. I think it was the implication of what I was to 'give' her that caused her to emit a little squeal and turn round and run towards the house. As she turned, I lunged forward but could only grab the sash that was dangling from her dressing gown. Mrs. TB pulled away and left me standing there holding the sash. With a loud menacing growl, I took off after the now running Mrs. TB, and yes, if anyone was watching, it must have been quite a sight! A normally smart and respectable Mrs. Templeton-Bush now clad only in a dressing gown and underwear being chased by a naked man in her own garden!
+I just about reached Mrs. TB as she attempted to close the back door in my face, but try as she might, she couldn't quite get the door closed. As I pushed, the door slowly opened. Suddenly Mrs. TB let go of the door and ran away through the kitchen. I stumbled in after her and stopped for a second, shutting the door quietly behind me.
+Now, I must stress here that this was not my normal behaviour. I do not chase my neighbours into their houses and I certainly don't spend time in their houses naked...except for that occasion with the lovely Chryssa at number sixty-nine! Now she is hot; a very beautiful woman! You know she had me naked within minutes of entering her house, ostensibly to discuss a quilting bee group she wanted me to join. Then she was dragging me upstairs telling me that she wanted me to...No! I digress, that story I will tell later! Mrs. TB's kitchen was what you would expect from her; very neat and tidy, nothing out of place and everything in its place! The place was sparkling. I wondered if she ever did any cooking in there. The place was spotless! But the kitchen held my attention for only mere seconds as I felt my cock twitch in anticipation. So I left the kitchen in pursuit of my hostess, Mrs. TB! The layout of the house was the same was mine and so I peeped in the dining room first but nothing was in there except a dining room table and chairs straight out of a catalogue, not a speck of dust to be seen!  
+As I stood in the hall, I heard a voice coming from the next room, what I call the living room but some of you more posh people might call it something different; maybe the parlour? I stood in the doorway of this room, my toes curling into the plush heavy carpet as I looked around. Across the pristine carpet (...I bet they had to take their shoes off in this house!), a telephone line snaked towards the back of the sofa. Now I would call any man a liar if he didn't feel the same as I did at what was peeping out from behind the sofa! Mrs. TB was hiding behind the sofa, or so she thought she was but unfortunately for her, her delicious bottom was on view! Her dressing gown had ridden up. I reached down and stroked my cock as I drank in the sight her bottom clad in those black silk panties.
+''Cyril! Cyril! Pick up the phone! He's here in the house...and... and he's covered in leaves and twigs! What am I to do? Cyril!"" was what I heard emanating from behind the sofa. Luckily for me, Mrs. TB was trying to contact her husband Cyril instead of the police. ""Cyril! What have I told you about not answering your phone! Wait until you get home! Cyril, he has a much bigger thingy than you! Cyril, what should I do...?"" I smiled to myself as even now Mrs. TB was nagging away at poor old Cyril!
+I reached down and pulled at the telephone line and, with a little cry of despair from behind the sofa, the telephone came tumbling out. I placed the telephone neatly onto the dust-free little table next to the dust-free television and I stood there, leaves, twigs and rose petals falling off of me to flutter onto the carpet.
+''Do you mind? You are making an awful mess!"" came a voice from behind the sofa. I turned my head to see Mrs. TB's face peering from around the corner of the sofa! See? She always has the knack of saying the most infuriating things! There I was, standing naked in her house and she admonishes me for making a mess! A red veil descended and I strode over to the sofa and pulled it away from the wall. As I did, Mrs. TB sprang up and attempted to run away but this time I was too quick for her. She squealed as I pulled her to me and I held her tight against me and yes, it did feel good having her wriggling against me I can tell you! I then realised that I was still carrying the sash from her dressing gown that was now gaping open in a very enticing way, revealing that I had been right; she was wearing black silk undies! I pulled her arms tight behind her and looped the sash around her wrists, making a rough but effective knot. So there I was, in Mrs. TB's house, me naked, she in just her underwear and she with her arms tied behind her back...and she was at my mercy!
+There was a big chair behind me and so I backed towards it, pulling the struggling Mrs. TB with me. I literally fell into the chair pulling her with me, the cool leather certainly felt good against my hot and scratched bottom. But I don't think that Mrs. TB felt the same way as she found herself across my lap, my erect cock sticking up into her tummy!
+I took the opportunity to take a breather here and I suppose I should've have come to my senses but seeing as that she had fallen across my lap, Mrs. TB's dressing gown had almost fallen off her, thus revealing her body to my hungry lustful eyes I didn't, unfortunately for her, come to my senses! Once I had a close up view of that bottom a few scant inches from my eyes, I was completely lost and nothing but nothing would stop me from giving Mrs. Templeton-Bush her 'birthday present'!
+I reached out and smoothed away the wrinkles and creases from the knickers that encased Mrs. TB's bottom. At the touch of hand she stiffened but surprisingly didn't make a sound. This intrigued me but also infuriated me and so, to elicit a response, I raised my hand and then SPANK! The resounding, satisfying (...well, to me anyway!) sound of hand connecting with buttock was greeted with only a small squeak from Mrs. TB! What the hell I thought to myself? Had I lost my strength in the fall? So I did it again, but harder...SPANK! Again, another little squeak but this time followed by a little sigh...of pleasure? No, that could not be right I thought to myself! I was supposed to be punishing her remember? I then started to spank Mrs. TB's bottom in earnest, alternately spanking each buttock, watching as her buttocks quivered and shook with each impact. But instead of tears and cries for me to stop, I was met with moans and squeals that I came increasingly to recognise as sounds of pleasure! Remember that lady I mentioned earlier, Chryssa, from number sixty-nine? Well, she liked to have her bottom spanked while dressed as a French maid so I certainly recognised Mrs. TB sounds!
+I stopped and slumped back in the chair, my hand smarting from the severe spanking I had just administered. Bugger me! Do you know what the respectable Mrs. TB said? ""Don't stop now! I want more! You spank so much better than the Vicar and his wife!"" I have to admit that at first I thought the fall from the tree had been more severe than I had thought and that I was now hearing things. But Mrs. TB turned her head to me and said, ''Pull my knickers down you brute and spank my naughty bare ass!"" So I did!
+Feverishly I pulled her knickers down, leaving them as a black band of silk around her thighs and do you know what? She was as wet and as slick as a turned-on woman can be! Her pussy was positively streaming juices as she pushed her ass up higher, offering herself to be spanked harder! As I spanked away, Mrs. TB kept urging me on, ''Oh yes! That's nice! Oooh! That one stung! Again! Harder! I wish the Vicar's wife could see this, she would be so jealous! Ouch! That was a good one! Wait until I tell Millicent about you, she will want you to visit the vicarage for one of her afternoon soirees!"" As I looked down at Mrs. TB's rapidly reddening bottom, I noticed how her legs had spread wider offering me a good view of her trimmed pussy that looked so inviting!
+Finally, I had to stop. Mrs. TB had worn my arm out and I slumped back, staring up at the ceiling in wonderment at the turn of events! When she realised that I had finally stopped, Mrs. TB wriggled and slid from my lap. Suddenly when I looked down, she was kneeling between my legs, pushing against me, urging me to spread my legs wider. Still with her hands tied behind her back, she lunged forward hungrily, leaning down to literally engulf my cock in her mouth, sucking noisily and making gurgling sounds as she bobbed up and down! I moved my hands to her hair and tugged and her hair came cascading down from the bun that earlier had looked so severe and so neat. I plunged my hands into her hair and revelled in the silkiness of it and pulled her head down further onto my straining cock. Now this would turn on any man to the point of flooding her mouth with his cum. I was no exception but I wanted something more and so I pulled Mrs. TB's head away from my cock. And do you know, it was a struggle! That woman would have swallowed my cock if she could have and as I finally pulled her away, she turned her hungry eyes up to look at me, a line of saliva still joining her lips to my cock.
+''Tell me about the Vicar and his wife!"" I demanded as I stood up, pulling her to her feet as well. As Mrs. TB started to talk, I pulled her with me from the room towards the stairs. As we walked, or I walked, she hobbled at first until her black knickers slowly slid down her legs until she finally kicked them away, she told me something about the Vicar and his wife!
+Mrs. Templeton-Bush, in a terribly posh English voice, told me a tale of suburban sex romps in the vicarage between herself, the Vicar and his wife. How they had started last year, exactly to the day she said on her birthday. Mrs. TB had gone to the vicarage to help the Vicar's wife, Millicent, prepare a stall for the local jumble sale. They had been sorting out various bags of clothing etc when they had come across a bag that contained various items of bondage gear including PVC outfits, a paddle, a riding crop and various sizes of rubber dildos!
+Now both Mrs. TB and the Vicar's wife were old friends from way back. It had taken them a long time to overcome their natural Virgo shyness and become firm friends. Again, both being Virgos they had inquisitive minds and so the stall for the jumble sale was soon forgotten as they examined and 'tested' each item in the bag! When we reached the top of the stairs, Mrs. TB finished her story by telling me that the Vicar had walked in on them after choir practice! She said that she had been naked, bent over the back of the sofa while Millicent, the Vicar's wife, had been wearing a PVC corset and boots and was sliding a twelve inch black dildo in and out of her dripping cunt! I knew the staid Vicar and his prim wife by sight only and the picture that Mrs. TB had painted for me of that day made me think twice about labelling people by looks alone! Especially when Mrs. TB told me that the day had finished with the Vicar taking her up the ass followed by his wife, Millicent while wearing a PVC 'gimp' suit!
+As you can imagine, the relaying of such a tale as we ascended the stairs in Mrs. TB's home kept my cock twitching in anticipation, especially as I still had Mrs. TB tied up and in a near state of complete nakedness! Now in my defence here I must say that I offered to untie Mrs. TB but she politely refused and said she was quite comfortable. I also asked her which was her bedroom and she politely informed me that it was the second door on the left.
+Is this sounding as surreal as it seemed at the time? Remember I had come into this house with one intention, that intention being to teach Mrs. TB some manners and to give her a 'present' she would never forget for her birthday! But events had taken a course that had my head spinning but also had my cock, still wet from Mrs. TB's mouth, as rigid as flag pole! And so here I was, naked, bruised and scratched with my head aching standing with Mrs. Virginia Templeton-Bush, in front of her bedroom door...and you know something? I felt absolutely fucking wonderful!
+We entered the bedroom and the first thing you noticed was, like the rest of the house, everything was so tidy! The bed was made, no clothes were lying on the floor and no drawers or wardrobe doors were open. Now I took all this in within a second of walking in but my attention was soon elsewhere as Mrs. TB stood in front of me and asked, ever so politely, if I could be a help and strip her naked! At this moment I did sort of wonder who was in control here. Was I the same 'brute' who had come here with the intention, well, let's not beat around the bush here (...no pun intended!), to give Mrs. Templeton-Bush my cock as a birthday present! Or was she now in control?
+I sort of resolved the issue by grabbing and pulling at the dressing gown she wore, effectively stripping her of it by literally tearing it from her body! She was pulled hither and thither as the dressing gown came apart in my rough and urgent hands but the only sounds she made were of pleasure! She squealed and cried for me to stop, but when I had finished she was almost purring.
+And her bra, I hear you ask, what happened to that? Well, I had noticed a pair of scissors on her very neat and orderly dressing table and so I held the scissors up in front of her face and I was glad to see a hint of fear in her eyes. I smiled the most evil smile I could manage and cut first one bra strap and then the other. My hands reached out of their own free will and pushed that very sexy black bra up and over her tits where upon I spun her round and unclipped her bra and tossed it over my shoulder!
+I spun her back round to feast my eyes on her really nice tits which had very prominent and very biteable nipples when she said something that again brought another surreal element to the situation. (I should say now before I relay what happened next that, I later discovered that this was trait of a Virgo, a deBed Stope for tidiness and order). ''Could you be a dear and tidy up before we...umm, you know...do it?"" As she said this, her eyes were surveying the remains of her dressing gown lying in rags around her feet and her bra which, after I had flung it away, had ended up hanging from a lamp shade!
+Here she was, Mrs. Virginia Templeton-Bush, hands tied behind her back, stark naked in her bedroom with a naked man sporting a large, pre-cum leaking, erection...and she was concerned about 'tidiness'!!! What else could I do but growl in anger, spin her round and push her face down onto her immaculately made bed so her ass was at the just the right angle! Just the right angle that is for me position myself behind her, take a firm grip of my cock and push my throbbing rod of flesh against her cunt, her dripping wet cunt that is!
+I hope that any lingering thoughts that Mrs. TB had of 'tidiness' were dispelled the instant she felt the head of my cock against her cunt because if she didn't then I am definitely going to retire and become a monk! But I suppose the sounds she started to make as I slowly slid into her welcoming cunt, the sighs of pleasure, the cries of 'Oooooh!' meant that she had stopped thinking of anything else but my cock and me!
+The woman under me, the woman on the end of my hard driving, penetrating cock was not the Mrs. Templeton-Bush that I had grown to know and dislike! No, this woman was someone I could grow to like! By the way, I hastily untied the sash from her dressing gown so that she could more easily move under me. I did this because she was trying valiantly to push herself back, wanting to impale herself on my cock. Once I had untied her, she turned her head to look at me and, blushing ever so prettily, begged me to go faster, to fuck harder! And so I did!
+But the neatly made bed soon became very rumpled as we fucked harder and harder. She was pulling at the duvet in her passion and deBed Stope for release. Do you know I was quite proud of myself in that I didn't cum within the first few strokes, so excited was I with the whole situation! Here I must say with some pride though that Mrs. TB did cum... at least twice to my reckoning due to the screams and yells she was emitting! Oh, and the cunt juices that seemed to flood from her and wash my pounding cock also seemed to indicate that she had cum!
+Have I mentioned what I was doing with my fingers and thumbs yet? No? Well, I was pulling apart her ass cheeks and drooling at the sight of her puckered asshole. I was pressing my thumbs against this tight and inviting little bud, this gateway to heaven! As my thumbs pressed deeper, eventually a thumb popped into her asshole. Mrs. TB greeted this penetration with such a wail that I thought I had hurt her but in fact she then turned her head to look at me and cried, ""Put your cock in my ass! Bugger me silly!""
+That is an invitation I don't need repeating twice I can tell you! As I pulled my throbbing cock from Mrs. TB's cunt, it was if she tried to hold me within her. The walls of her cunt were gripping me and I marvelled at the sight of her pink flesh around my cock. I finally pulled out with a lovely squishy noise, my cock glistening with her frothy juices. Mrs. TB slumped down onto her bed, her upper body flat, her hands balled into fists as she gripped tight the duvet while she lewdly pushed her ass up in the air.
+I took a second to savour the moment. My body now longer ached from the fall but did ache for a different reason and only flooding Mrs. TB with copious amounts of cum would cure this new ache! I leaned forward to present my cock to Mrs. TB's inviting bud, holding my cock, feeling how deliciously slick it was from the juices from her sopping wet cunt. Even though I had opened her bud up a little with my intrusive thumbs, Mrs. TB was still very tight and I had to push and push just to get the bulbous head of my cock inside her ring of muscle! It was such an erotic and sensual sight though as the head of my cock pressed against her, squashed tight into her asshole, until with a cry from Mrs. TB I slid inside!
+Now, believe me when I say that I had to exercise extreme concentration to prevent exploding inside her at the very moment my cock entered her asshole. Remember, I had seen her in just her black silk lingerie. I had entered her home with the intention of raping her as an act of revenge. I had spanked her in anger. She had greedily sucked my cock after the spanking. She had told me such a sexy tale involving the Vicar and his wife and then I had fucked her. And so the result was...I fucking desperate to CUM!
+I did manage a few strokes though, my cock held prisoner inside the tight walls of her ass, but then I felt it building and there was nothing I could do to stop it. My muscles started to tense up, the blood in my veins was boiling, every nerve ending screamed for release! With my hands gripping Mrs. TB's hips and pulling her body tight against me, I surrendered to the onrushing climax that swept me and up to such a peak that I felt ten feet tall!
+Spurt after spurt of hot cum jetted from my cock to flood Mrs. TB's bowels. I shouted loudly in joyous release as at that moment it felt as if my whole body was emptying inside her asshole, so intense was the sheer pleasure that swept through my body. Mrs. TB joined me in shouting for joy as unbeknownst to me she had been busy with her fingers while I had been fucking her ass. Frantically rubbing her clit and pulling at her cunt lips so as to combine the feeling of being stuffed in the ass with cock with a shuddering orgasm! But she didn't just cum... she gushed! A veritable flood of her cum and juices poured out to soak her fingers, her hands and the duvet!
+We both finally collapsed on to the bed, our breathing slowly returning to normal as the tremors and aftershocks of pleasure pulsed through our sweat- soaked bodies. As I lay there, the aches and pains from my fall from the tree forgotten, I thought that maybe after this I would be regarded as a good neighbour!
+And you know, I think will be a good neighbour now because as Mrs. TB lay beneath me, my slowly wilting cock still trapped in her asshole, she said, ''Do you think you will be able to finish cutting back the branches before my birthday party...and do something about the flowerbed you fell into? Oh, I will have to really rush to get ready now to clean downstairs and to change this bedding before my guests arrive! The Vicar and his wife can't abide having an orgy on a rumpled bed you know! Oh, and you will of course come to my party...but you will smarten yourself up? And please bring that nice girl Chryssa with you! I am so glad that we have broken the ice so to speak. You see being a Virgo means that I am shy. But now, after how shall I put it, 'getting to know you', I feel we will become good friends!""
+As she continued to prattle on, I groaned but smiled at the prospect of the party to come...
+ _To be continued..._"
+340,Zodiac Girls,damppanties,Chain Stories,2004-02-26,2004-03-26,2022-01-08 03:56:59,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/zodiac-girls-ch-02,"1. Aquarius, Arielle. 2. Cancer, Jace.","['Arielle', 'Bit Scared', 'Bit Uncomfortable', 'Candles Incense', 'Cool Morning', 'Feel Bit', 'Hide Smile', 'Love Heart', 'Open Inside', 'Room Open']",4.61,"**Chapter 2: Aquarius, Arielle**
+Thanks,   dr_m for the great idea.   Elizabetht for wielding the whip. :D   and CharleyH for a fantastic edit.
+~~~~~
+ _Deliberate Aquarius_
+Who gives to all a helping hand,   But bows her head to no command-   And higher laws doth understand?   Inventor, Genius, Superman. -Aquarius!
+~~~~~   Arielle opened the door of her hotel room to an exquisite arrangement of orchids.
+'God! Not another one!' She was tired of these flower arrangements which had been following her around from one place to another on her vacation!
+This was _her_ time for relaxing and pampering herself. It was long overdue after the years she had put into single-handedly making a go of Ken's company after he had died.
+It had not been easy, learning the ropes and getting the ailing publishing house back into shape. Nevertheless, the work had interested Arielle and the need to be independent had spurred her on, so that now she was head and shoulders above her competitors. Four years of dedication to work had been tiring but she had only become aware of it when she was forced by her personal secretary-cum-friend, Paula, to get away from it with a heartfelt wish not to see her back in office for at least two weeks.
+Arielle had given in and chosen this exotic, far-off location carefully in order to loosen up and enjoy herself. The earthy buildings, sleepy towns and bustling cities she had visited in the past two weeks had been just what she had needed. Truly, she was in love with India.
+The tour had consisted of Calcutta, Delhi, Jaipur, Agra, and now finally, a small sleepy town in the foot of the Himalayas - Simla. The bright colours, the architecture, Taj Mahal, forts in Delhi and Jaipur, the dark- skinned people with white, smiling teeth, the temples with their adorned gods, all of that had filled her with an enthusiasm for living, lost partly with Ken's death. This vacation was the best thing to have happened to her lately.
+But now... these blasted flowers.
+She hated mysteries. She wanted things immediately. She liked to be in control. It was just not in her nature to look forward to surprises and things, which took a long time in coming, making her curious and irritated in waiting for them.
+Her mom always said she couldn't even wait for her birth. She had arrived three weeks earlier than she was due, surprising everyone in early February. Arielle smiled for a moment at the fond memories of this recollection, but then got back to the present.
+   What was she going to do about the flowers?
+For the meantime, she picked them up and dumped them on the table in her hotel room. She would think about them later, after dinner. Who knows, she might even keep them. They were flowers after all. Whoever was sending them was being a pain, but at least the flowers were beautiful.
+A glass of water into the bowl holding them and she was off.
+The dining room of the hotel she had picked was small and cosy without being claustrophobic. The tables were far apart and she could concentrate on eating in the lazy atmosphere. She chose the same table she had been taking for the past two days that she had been there. The same, elderly waiter smiled at her and came forward with the menu in his hand. She let him order for her as she had been doing, his choice's had been good and besides, she didn't know what the Indian dishes were anyway. He shuffled away.
+""Excuse me!"" she suddenly called out after him.
+He turned, a startled look on his face, and came back to her table. ""Any problem, Miss?""
+""No. No problem."" She was embarrassed to have called him back that way. She smiled at him. ""I just wanted to ask you something. I got a beautiful flower arrangement from someone. Orchids. It was left outside my room, in front of my door. Any idea where it came from?""
+The old waiter looked confused. ""You don't know, Miss?""
+""No, I don't. There's no name or card. It's like it just appeared magically."" The last sentence was mumbled almost under her breath but the waiter caught it.
+""What, Miss? Magic?"" His eyes had turned enormous and his mouth was shaped into a round 'O'.
+""No, no. Nothing. Could you get me my dinner now, please? I'll figure out the flower mystery myself.""
+He muttered something under his breath, smiled nervously and moved away.
+The dinner was fabulous as usual but Arielle didn't know what she was eating. It could have been anything. The spices made it difficult to make out, but the experience was worth having. Just as she was finishing a delicious, brown, gelatinous substance in the name of dessert, the waiter came back to her table.
+""Maybe Miss would like to see _Jyotshi_ ,"" he said with a bow, his hands clasped loosely in front of him.
+""What's that?""
+He tried to hide a smile. Arielle wondered what she had said.
+""It is a man, Miss. The fortune-teller.""
+""Oh."" It took a moment to sink in, and then Arielle tried to hide a smile of her own. ""I am not interested in all that. Don't believe the stuff.""
+The old waiter hesitated. ""Miss said something about mystery of flowers; the _Jyotshi_ would be able to help.""
+""No, no. It's quite okay. I'm capable of figuring it out for myself.""
+He looked crestfallen. ""Miss can try,"" he persisted. ""It's the hotel's night for free services from the _Jyotshi_.""
+Arielle didn't have the heart to tell him no again. He was a kind soul and had been helping her for the past two days. She nodded and asked him to lead her to the fortune-teller.
+He led her towards a corner of the garden which was the designated place.
+The sight, which greeted her, was awesome. A group of people were settled cross-legged on the ground around a man dressed in a saffron robe, a saffron cloth wrapped around his head as a turban. His grey beard almost touched his lap as he sat between the cluster of silent people. His eyes were closed. One hand clicked over brown beads tied together with string and his other hand rested on what looked like a wooden stick shaped like a 'Y'. The air was heavy with the scent of burning incense, accentuating the surreal atmosphere. The lights wavered softly on them, flickering, from several candles lit on the ground around them, surrounding the group like an aura.
+As Arielle approached the group, the fortune-teller suddenly opened his eyes and stared directly at her, into her eyes. Arielle was taken aback and faltered in her step. How could he have seen her? She had been approaching from the darkened pathway, and he was the one sitting in the light. It was impossible for him to have known that she was coming! She would have turned back if it wasn't for the old waiter urging her on.
+They reached the group and the waiter led her around them and he conferred with the fortune-teller for a few moments before turning back to Arielle.
+""Miss, Baba says he is pleased to meet you.""
+Arielle had been eyeing the various people sitting in front of the man. At the waiter's comment she turned around to the fortune-teller.
+She looked at him. Looked away. Her eyes were drawn back to his intense black gaze. ""I'm not sure what is required of me,"" she said, not breaking the contact with his eyes.
+""Baba wishes to read your hand, Miss. If you will please...""
+Palms upward, the fortune-teller extended his hand toward her.
+'This was ridiculous!' She was not going to give her hand to some dirty old man just because the waiter was telling her to.
+The fortune-teller patted the earth beside him.
+Arielle sank down to her knees, scarcely bothering to think about the white skirt she had on.
+He put his hand out again.
+Arielle stared at it for a long moment before putting her hand in his. The brown beads still in his hand touched the back of hers. They were rough.
+The fortune-teller seemed to be staring at her hand with the utmost concentration. He angled her hand this way and that, once even pressing his hands to the sides of her palm, making her cup the air above it.
+ _""Bada achha yog hai.""_
+Arielle looked toward the waiter. He smiled broadly.
+""He says you have a very good fortune, Miss,"" the waiter announced proudly.
+Arielle managed a smile and a nod to the waiter with a mental rolling of her eyes. This farce would be over soon.
+ _""Jeevan mein bada anokha badlao aane waala hai. Achhe ke liye. Naya hoga to thoda dar lagega, lekin darna nahi. Aage badh kar dono haathon se ye den ko samet lena.""_
+Arielle stared at him, his eyes gazing into hers as he uttered the foreign words in a soft but compelling voice.
+""Baba is telling that there will be a change in your life. Big change, for better. It will be new for you, so you will feel a little bit scared, but don't let that affect you. Move towards the... the treasure and embrace it to yourself,"" the waiter translated looking a bit uncomfortable with the words.
+This was useless. Arielle was just about to thank them and be on her way when the fortune-teller started again.
+ _""Phir se man mein pyaar jagega. Kumbha rashi hai, badlao achha nahi lagta aapko. Bahot koshish hogi isko dabane ki lekin bhavishya mein likha hai to hoga.""_
+The waiter's voice was respectful as he started, ""Love will come into your heart again. Baba says you have _Kumbha rashi_ , which means you were born sometime in the period from late January to early February...""
+Arielle gasped. ""5th February! How does he know that?""
+The waiter bowed his head, questioning the fortune-teller was just not done.
+""Baba knows, Miss."" That was explanation enough.
+He continued, ""Due to your being in the _Kumbha rashi_ , you do not like change. You will try to ignore the love, but if it is written in your fate, it will happen.""
+Arielle had had enough of this stupidity. She snatched her hand out of the fortune-teller's and made a move to rise.
+ _""Aapko shayad mera ye kehna achha nahi laga, lekin yeh yaad rakhna. Jo beeth gaya so beeth gaya. Beethey hue kal mein mat jio. Jo aage aane waala hai, usey apnao.""_
+The waiter seemed intimidated by her rudeness to the fortune-teller as he translated, in a low voice, ""Baba says, maybe you did not like my saying this, but remember this. What is past is past. Do not live in the days, which are over. What is going to come in the future, seize that.""
+""Thank you,"" Arielle muttered, more to the waiter than the fortune-teller as she rose and walked away from the disconcerting place without a backward glance. She was sure it was all a ruse, built up further by use of the cleverly manipulated atmosphere, the candles and incense, the awe of the waiter and the pure hype built up around that fortune-teller. This was absurd! There was going to be no love in her life. She didn't have the time for it. With that, she decided to dismiss the matter from her mind and enjoy the two days left of her vacation.
+The next morning, Arielle woke up earlier than she had been doing for the past few days. Going into the balcony attached to her room, she looked out at the garden below. She could see the corner where the fortune-teller had been sitting with his believers, the candles, the incense and the whole mystic aura around him. She remembered his strange prophecy.
+ _Love will come into your heart again... It will be new for you so you will feel a little bit scared, but don't let that affect you. Move towards the... the treasure and embrace it to yourself... You will try to ignore the love but if it is written in your fate, it will happen._
+A scornful laugh escaped her lips. The probability of her finding love was as dim as... as she leaving her thriving business to stay back in this vibrantly different country, making it her home. Which was, impossible. She loved the place but she had a life back home, one she was satisfied with. She didn't want any love to come and upset her orderly life. It was not what she needed.
+As the cool morning sky started showing streaks of pink, Arielle leaned over the parapet and thought of Ken. It had been an ideal love affair, which had continued even after their marriage. That kind of love came into a person's life only once, that is, if they were lucky. She could not even think of having what she had with Ken repeated with someone else; and she was not willing to settle for anything less.
+So much for the fortune-teller's crap. Love, indeed! She had had her share of love and she was quite content, thank you. By now, Arielle had blown herself up into illogical righteousness, which closed her mind to anything that could happen.
+As she raised her head, the first rays of the sun fell on her upturned face, warm and satisfying in the cool morning. She could see far into the valley from where she was standing and the sight was breathtaking. It was a beautiful town. Some far away parts were totally covered in mist, which had also entered the garden and hid the far corners from her view, making it appear romantic and dreamlike.
+Arielle wrapped her arms around her middle and hugged herself. She was missing Ken.
+Just as she was about to turn back into her room, she saw some movement out of the corner of her eye, in the garden below. The mist stirred and a man walked out, wearing dark blue jogging pants. His chest was bare, magnificently, deeply bronzed with little, black hair running down the middle. The top of his jogging suit was bunched in his hand. The muscles in his arms were toned to perfection, reflecting the same tautness in his shoulders and abdomen. His jet black hair was slightly damp with perspiration as it fell in moist waves, just long and thick enough to run one's hand through.
+Even as Arielle was examining what appeared to be an apparition, he looked up, and into her eyes. Intense black eyes locked with pale blue ones, and Arielle felt a chill run through her body. With her arms still around her, Arielle rubbed the sides of her waist, shivering a little.
+The man stopped, the mist swirled around him, making him seem unreal, and God- like.
+God-like. Yes, the perfect word to describe him. Arielle noticed his straight, sharp nose; his nostrils flared a bit as he concentrated on her, his kissable lips and his unshaven appearance.
+He was superb.
+With this thought still in her mind, Arielle broke eye contact. She was not interested. She whirled around and entered her room. It was not like her to stare at half naked men like that. Mildly irritated with herself, she began the preparations for the day's outing. She had planned to go hiking on a trail recommended by the hotel manager.
+The day was good, the hike pleasantly tiring. Arielle was awed by the sights she had seen on the trail. After a long, soothing bath in the evening, she decided to thank the manager for pointing her to it. She approached the reception, but was informed that the manager was busy and would be available after half an hour.
+Arielle decided to have her dinner while waiting for the manager and turning around, she collided into a hard chest. She looked up, to apologise, and was again captivated by those black eyes.
+He moved away, keeping a hand around her arm to steady her.
+""I'm sorry,"" she breathlessly got out.
+He nodded once, a curt movement of the head. His eyes softened a bit. ""Can I help you? Accompany you somewhere?""
+God! His voice! Deep, resonating, smooth, honeyed; flowing over her senses as she tried to force her sluggish brain to make sense of his words.
+""No. No, I'm fine. I was just going to the dining room,"" she managed.
+""I'll escort you there,"" he said with a sudden smile. The smile transformed his features to such an extent that he changed from mysterious God to charming stranger. His hand wound around hers as he started across the lobby.
+Arielle tried to protest. ""It's not necessary really. I'm fine. You don't need to...""
+He cut across her feeble objection. ""It's okay. It's just across the lobby.""
+With that, he led her into the inviting dining room and steered her over to a far corner. Arielle tried to tell him that she always sat at a table closer to the door, but he guided her to the farthest table, effectively silencing her protests along the way.
+They reached the table and he pulled out a chair for her. Arielle hesitated, and then sat down.
+""May I have the pleasure of dining with you?""
+Arielle didn't know what to say. She looked up at him and then away. Took a deep breath, let it out slowly and finally, nodded, almost imperceptibly.
+He took a seat opposite her. ""I'm Egan. Egan Sanders.""
+""Arielle Schannon.""
+They looked at each other warily.
+""Listen, Mr. Sanders...""
+""Egan,"" he corrected in a low voice. ""Call me Egan.""
+""No!"" It came out forcefully. ""I will not call you Egan. I... I don't even know who you are. I've just seen you once in the morning and then now... now you force your way into a dinner with me an...""
+He held up one hand.
+Her flow of words stopped. She took a deep, calming breath and looked away. She was close to tears and she didn't know why. This was not such a big thing. She could handle it. She tried to compose herself.
+""Arielle.""
+She looked at back at him.
+""I am a businessman. My mother was Indian and my father was from Greece. He came down here for a holiday, met my mother, fell in love, married her, stayed here. I'm their only son. I grew up here. Higher education in England. They died when I was twenty. I took over their small business. Expanded it, it's doing quite well. I'm single, charming, good-looking, unabashedly immodest,"" his lips moved into a grin, ""enough of that."" He sobered and the intensity in his eyes deepened. ""And I saw you today on that balcony. You looked like a dream. I wanted to meet you, to talk to you. That's it. Now you know me. Now, can you have dinner with me?"" he finished with a smile and sat back in his chair.
+Arielle stared at him. She didn't know what she might have said in response because at that time, the waiter came by with the menu and the decision was made for her as Egan ordered for the both of them.
+Egan was non-threatening and interesting company, and soon Arielle warmed to this stranger. They had a pleasant dinner where both of them shared a little more about themselves, nothing more than edited life histories. The conversation was relaxing. Arielle found herself enjoying the attention he lavished upon her and before dinner was over, she was totally comfortable with him.
+""Will you spend tomorrow with me?"" The question came just as they were finishing desert.
+Arielle hesitated. ""I don't know,"" she told him honestly. ""Tomorrow is the last day of my vacation.""
+He shrugged. ""Spend it with me.""
+She didn't say anything.
+""Do you have anything planned?"" he prodded.
+She shook her head no.
+""Well, then. It's decided?""
+Arielle still didn't speak.
+""Arielle, it's only a day. I'm not asking for much. I'll take you on a trail not many people know about. It's got the best view of Simla. You can't leave this place without seeing that.""
+His words finally convinced Arielle, not that she needed much convincing. She nodded a yes and then started getting up to go to her room. Egan rose with her and accompanied her to the lift, getting in with her.
+""No, it's okay. You don't have to come up. I'll go by myself,"" she started but he brushed aside all her exclamations and walked her to her room.
+Once there, he waited till she had her door open, and was inside before giving her a small kiss on her cheek, then smiling and walking away.
+Arielle was dazed with the kiss because she wasn't expecting it. She clutched the door and watched his back walking away from her. Slowly closing the door, she went to get ready for sleep, thinking about him; and that night, dreaming about him.
+The next day was as perfect as it could have been. The trail he took her on was everything he promised, and much more. Arielle was totally in love with the place by the time she reached a rocky summit, where they could see the whole of the hill-station lying in neat tiers below them. This final view was too much, and she just stood there, feasting her eyes over the offering for a few minutes, neither of them speaking a word.  
+""Thank you,"" she whispered after a while, turning her face to him.
+He smiled. ""I'm glad you liked it."" He hesitated a bit before going on with, ""Arielle, I have something to tell you.""
+Arielle looked at him and waited for him to continue.
+""I... I have been following you around on your holiday. Calcutta, Delhi, Jaipur, Agra, I've been there. I saw you in Calcutta and was instantly attracted to you. I can't explain it. Don't be angry please. I got to Simla a day later than you did. Couldn't get a flight. I'm sorry I kept this from you but I thought you'd be angry if I told this to you right at the beginning.""
+Arielle thought for a moment. ""The flowers? Orchids...""
+""I've been sending those,"" he confessed. ""Please tell me you aren't angry.""
+""No, I guess I am not... I don't know what to say. This is a little unreal.""
+""Yes, it is but..."" he shrugged. ""I wanted to get everything out in the open.""
+""I appreciate that. But I don't know how to react.""
+""You're doing fine where reactions are concerned,"" he replied with a grin.
+The topic changed to other things. They had a small picnic lunch, which Egan had carried in his backpack, sandwiches, apple juice and little figs to nibble on afterwards. They lay on the soft grass, engaged in comfortable conversation where they got to know more about each other. And then it was time to go back.
+As they got back to the hotel, tired and dirty, Arielle turned back to Egan. ""Thank you for a wonderful day. It really was the highpoint of the whole vacation for me. I really couldn't have imagined what I would have missed if you hadn't talked me into it.""
+""The pleasure was all mine, lady. Dinner tonight?""
+""No, I can't,"" Arielle responded immediately. ""I have a morning fight at nine, and I thought I'd have an early dinner, maybe room service, and then a good night's sleep.""
+Egan glanced at his watch. ""It's 6:30. I'll meet you in half an hour in the dining room? Early enough? Or we can just get in there and eat right now.""
+""No Egan, I really don't think...""
+He shushed her. ""It's your last evening here. Don't spend it alone. Now or half an hour?""
+She gave in. ""Half an hour.""
+With that she turned and walked back into the hotel, and Egan went off to change.
+Hair piled on top of her head, Arielle debated on what to wear as she stood naked in front of her open suitcase. A short bath had worked wonders and the hike's tiredness had seeped out of her limbs while she was in the warm, scented water. She rummaged around the dresses and found a bright blue dress, which she had packed just in case. It fell to just above her ankles and the material was extremely soft to the touch. Arielle loved it. She dressed quickly. A minimum of make-up, sapphire earrings and she was ready.
+Her hand reached out to the doorknob and at the same time there was a knock. Arielle opened the door to the darkly handsome Egan. The soft lights in the corridor made him appear mystifying and a little romantic. He looked fabulous in an off-white shirt and dark trousers.
+He smiled, ""You're looking good.""
+She smiled and nodded. ""Thank you.""
+The dinner was a repeat of last night, but subtly different. The talk was a step ahead of last night's getting to know each other, a bit more personal tonight. His eyes were a little more bold, her responses a little more breathless. There were isolated moments of easy familiarity that comes from knowing someone too well, and which surprised Arielle, since they had known each other for only a day and a half, if you counted last night.
+The walk back to her room was different too. There was a strange silence to it, and unease. Not uncomfortable, but more like anticipation of something that you want and dread at the same time. He waited like last night until she had her room open and was inside it, but he didn't move when she turned back to say goodbye.
+She didn't say goodbye.
+They looked at each other across the threshold and then he moved a little towards her, as if to gauge her reaction. She lowered her eyes and raised her face, letting out a slow, inaudible breath.
+""Arielle...?""
+She didn't know whether it was a question or a request, but it felt like a command as she obeyed it and moved aside.
+He walked in.
+She closed the door.
+They walked into the middle of the room and Egan turned, took her into his arms before she knew what was happening. It started as a light hug, built into a tighter embrace until their bodies were almost pushing into each other. Egan moved his lips against her neck and shoulder.
+Arielle sighed. It had been too long. She shifted in his arms to a better position, leaning into his lips.
+That's all the encouragement Egan needed as his hands found a firm hold on her waist and he kissed her. Arielle ran her hands into his hair. She smiled as she remembered the thoughts she had about his hair the first time she saw him walking out of the mist. It was thick and satisfying alright.
+His hands brushed the sides of her face and he moved away for a moment, gazing into her eyes to look for any kind of hesitancy. All he saw was desire, and a touch of vulnerability. He moved his lips over to hers and touched them gently. She moved into him. Their kiss deepened.
+Tender sucking, quiet nibbling, tongues entwined, hands moving over each others bodies, they swayed against each other. Their lips broke contact only to take in gulps of air as they stood there in the middle of the room.
+""Oh My God, Arielle! I need to..."" he didn't complete the sentence. Instead, propelled her over to the side of the bed where her open suitcase was lying. He slammed the lid over the clothes spilling out of it and dumped the whole thing down on the carpeted floor. Taking her hand in his, he looked into her eyes again.
+Arielle lowered her eyes.
+He tugged at her hand, moving over to the far side of the bed on his knees. Arielle followed him. She lay down, and he began opening the buttons down the front of her dress, careful to stop if she seemed the least bit uncomfortable.
+Arielle had made her decision. She would have this night. She owed it to herself. It had been too long and it was not like this was going to happen again and again. She would go home tomorrow and forget about this handsome stranger who made her feel so special. Is this not what the fortune-teller had told her? Yes! This was it. _Open your hands and embrace it... you do not like change but it will be for the good... do not let go of the treasure, which is written in your fate..._
+Her brain was suddenly jerked back from those contemplations, into the present, as she felt moist lips running down her neck, down to her bosom and clasping around a bared nipple, sucking gently. Her muscles tensed as she moved with the feelings running through her body. Twisting this way and that, yearning for the touches, not satisfied with what she was getting, wanting more, and then getting more.
+She didn't know when their clothes came off. She only knew of Egan's naked, aroused body pressed against hers, and his voice whispering her name into the cool night, like a prayer. He slipped into her, and Arielle shifted her legs, moving to allow him into her. There was a slight twinge of pain and then he glided into her, filling her for a moment before they moved together, helping each other, pleasuring each other to that final release. Arielle came breathlessly, gasping and digging her nails into his shoulder and an instant later he orgasmed, bucking and jerking against her, his body slowing to a tremble before finally lying still on top of her.
+They made love again, differently this time, slowly learning each other's pleasure points, revelling in reactions and the sighs and the gasps they roused from each other. Teasingly slow, achingly sensuous, urgently hurried – they went through it all throughout the night and when they finally fell asleep, exhausted, light was creeping into the room from the open balcony.
+Arielle felt pleasantly achy all over as she turned over in her sleep, going into semi-wakefulness. She stretched, her arms taut at her side, slowly moving up and above her head, and her body arched in a graceful motion under the sheets.
+She felt great!
+Her eyes opened to a smiling Egan looking down at her from his side of the bed.
+She stopped her stretching and dropped back against the bed. Frowned. ""What are you smiling at?""
+""It's 10. You missed your flight,"" he replied, looking like he had just had his most fervent wish answered. And he had.
+~~~~~
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+341,Zodiac Girls,dr_mabeuse,Chain Stories,2004-03-04,2004-04-14,2022-01-08 03:57:01,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/zodiac-girls-ch-04,1. Aries: the Ram. 2. The two sides of the balance.,"['Aries', 'Black Gloves', 'Jayne Face', 'Jayne Head', 'Johnny Groaned', 'Nylon Stocking', 'Pulled Buttocks', 'Sexually Aggressive', 'Tree Life', 'Wiping Hands']",4.69,"Aries the Ram: The Cardinal Fire sign, ruled by Mars. The furious birth of life in the rawness of spring. Courage and Initiative. The Triangle set on its base, symbolizing the gathering of the inchoate powers of consciousness and the emergence of Ego just as the two-dimensional triangle is born from one- dimensional lines. The blind desire of the newborn.
+The Archangel is Tzaphkiel, of the Order of Thrones. His sacred Sigil is drawn on the wooden floor, a huge shape enclosing Jayne, the set for the shoot, the consecrated lamps, and even the day bed which has been pulled out from the wall. It was a big job to draw that weird, twisted circle on the floor and get it right, and it took me almost all morning, crawling around with red chalk and measuring string. But now everything is enclosed in that sacred space and we're ready to begin.
+Jayne is standing in the lights wearing a black tiara of wrought iron on her head, an iron amulet on an iron chain around her neck. She is swathed in a seamless gown of crimson silk: well, it's really more of a poncho than a gown, but it is seamless, made from one long piece of crimson crepe, tied around her waist with a black cord to show the flare of her hips and drawing the fabric tight against the bountiful mounds of her breasts. She wears black stockings and black gloves that reach to her shoulders.
+Her hair is a tumble of brassy red: beautiful, insolent hair. Her lips are painted the reddest, glossiest scarlet I could find. Her birthday is right; even her numerology is right. She should be Aries personified, but she isn't. That's what drew me to her. Instead of commanding the space she stands in with regal authority, she's giggling and covering her mouth to stifle a self- conscious laugh.
+""Where do you want me to hold these things?"" she asks me, a sword in one hand, a crystal globe in the other. I can tell she feels silly, which is an odd thing for a model to feel. You think she'd be used to weird clothes and props by now.
+""Hold the sword pointing down, at your feet, but hold the globe up, like you're offering it to us,"" I say. ""You're the spirit of Aries, the Ram, and you're commanding us to kneel at your feet. When I tell you, lift the sword up; hold it high, like a lightening rod. That's how the spirit of Aries comes into your body, see, through the sword.""
+She giggles again.
+She still thinks this is just another photo-shoot, another modeling job, and for her, I suppose it is. After all, she's getting paid by the hour and making out like a bandit. I had to run out to Victoria's Secret for another half dozen pair of black stockings when the first pair ran when she put them on, and while I was gone she just sat around with Johnny drinking Perrier and watching Jerry Springer, getting paid all the while. And she wasn't cheap.
+It bothers me because I don't have a client set up for these photos. I'm doing this on a lark, and the photos aren't really the point. I've tried to tell her that, but she just doesn't seem to hear me. To her it's just another job: what I tell her to do, she does..
+I step behind the camera and look at her through the viewfinder. I have to admit she looks great. She's worth the money, just the sight of her. All legs and tits and those slightly surly lips beneath her wild mane of hair. If only she could act more like her sign.
+""Pull the neck down a little, Jayne. I want a little more cleavage.""
+She's got her hands full so she puts the crystal ball against her neck and tries to hold it in place with her chin, but before she can tug the neckline down it slips out and she just manages to catch it before it hits the floor. She drops the sword and it falls with a clang.
+""Johnny?"" I call. ""Johnny, can you get your ass in here and maybe help out?""
+""Oh what is it now?"" my assistant says, coming in from the kitchen in the back of the studio and wiping his hands on his apron. He's been making his blue- corn salsa for our break and hates being disturbed when he's cooking. ""I can only do ten things at once.""
+""Just take a midol or something and calm down,"" I say. ""I need you to help me over here.""
+""Fine, fine. The hell with the salsa then!"" He looks at Jayne who's reaching for the fallen sword. ""Don't move, Jayney,"" he says. ""You chip a nail and Johnny kill.""
+""I need some more cleavage,"" I say, ""Just tug her neckline down a little.""
+""You'll see that tacky black bra then,"" he says, handing her the sword. Then to her, ""I don't know why you don't just take it off, Jayney. Your boobs are plenty perky without. If they were any higher you wouldn't even see your face.""
+Jayne laughs and shakes her shoulders at him like a belly dancer, making her tits shake. ""You're sweet, Johnny. But Rob's the boss.""
+Johnny tsk-tsks. He sucks his fingers clean of lime juice and then tugs Jayne's neckline down a little and prissily pats it into place.
+""Deep breath,"" he tells her, then he puts his hands inside her neckline and pushes her boobs together as if he's fluffing a pillow. They both break into giggles, and Johnny finishes adjusting the robe, straightening the shoulders.
+He looks back at me. ""How's that, boss?""
+The twin hillocks of Jayne's gorgeous tits are pressed together as if they're ready to spill over the top of her bra. I figure we have about an inch of leeway before we start seeing nipple.
+""That's good."" I say. ""Great. Now give her some more sweat. Tits only.""
+Johnny holds a magazine over Jayne's face to protect her makeup while he sprays water on her cleavage with a mister until they have just the right amount of shine. I snap on the red filter and have a look. Perfect. She looks like she's shining with perspiration.
+""The look, Jayne."" I say, ""Give me the look now.""
+She lowers her face slightly and looks at me through her long lashes, her lips parted, almost dripping with desire. Her eyes are intense, supernaturally green but look bottomless through the filter. She looks hot and sultry, almost dangerous. Just perfect.
+But before I can get off a shot she suddenly loses it and bursts into nervous laughter. The goddess of desire turns back into a giggly twenty-eight year old. Honestly, I've dealt with models getting the giggles before, but she seems to be really having trouble getting into this shoot.
+""Wait, wait,"" she says. ""Give me a minute. I'll be okay. Just a minute. Johnny made me laugh.""
+I'd been seriously reading about ceremonial magic and the occult for a few years, but it never occurred to me to try anything myself till just recently, because I never really understood it before. I mean, it's always interested me. I'm a sucker for anything occult or mystical, but it just always seemed like a bunch of hocus pocus before, a lot of dungeons and dragons stuff: colorful and interesting, but basically make-believe.
+But it's just as they say, you can't expose yourself to these things without them starting to rub off on you, and in my case it began to rub off when I started reading about the Tarot and Qabbalah. Maybe it was the material or maybe it was me, but suddenly it started resonating. Suddenly the Tree of Life started to make a kind of deep kind of sense to me, as if hidden patterns in my life were emerging and trying to make themselves known. Random occurrences no longer seemed so random, coincidences started occurring that were more than coincidences, even the people I knew started sorting themselves out in to archetypal groups corresponding to the four Tarot suits. Events in my life arranged themselves into patterns centering on the ten Sephiroth of the Qabbalah, each a different Manifestation of occult power, Holy Emanations. As above, so below.
+For the past few months meaning was everywhere and I felt energies at work behind the scenes, as if they were trying to signal to me. The image I had was of supernatural forces trapped behind some membrane, trying to break through to me, trying to rip through a veil and make themselves known. The more significance I saw in things, the more I studied, and finally I realized that I had to act. I had to meet this thing halfway. If something was calling me, I had to pick up the phone. I had to open myself to the message; become receptive to the subtle signals they were sending me. I had to open the door and invite them in.
+I decided to try and invoke the spirit of Aries.
+There were several reasons I chose Aries. First of all, it was early April, the weather raw and turning, and I was aware of feelings abroad in the air, as if I could feel the whole creaking wheel of the universe moving overhead towards the coming spring. It was something I'd never felt before, like being propelled through time, and I was inspired. The second was that if I was going to invoke something, I didn't it to be anything dangerous. I didn't want to start fooling around with grimoires and invoking demons. I wasn;t really sure whether I believed in this stuff or not, but even so, why take a chance?
+The third thing was Jayne M. From the time I met her she struck me as a perfect vessel for some kind of occult work. She was an Aries, born in the first decade of the sign, and with her piercing green eyes and that striking hair she could have been the Ram's own daughter. And yet she didn't have the Aries character, not at all. When she wasn't posing she was a kind of vague and mild creature, great to work with, but a little bit not all there, a little abstracted. She was one of those rare photo models who came to the business late, so she didn't have time to develop that prima Donna complex that plagues so many of them. She was still amazed that she could make so much money by doing so little. Also, she seemed to have no life outside of the studio. There was never anyone waiting for her after a shoot, she had no other interests I could tell, and she was always available. She was like a vessel waiting to be filled. She was perfect.
+I won't go into the details of the ritual and the preparations I went through. This isn't a how-to story. The books and the information are available. Look on the web. Look at Crowley, look at the Book of Abra-Mellin the Mage, the Greater and Lesser Keys of Solomon, The Book of Thoth, 666. The principles are always the same, the correspondences are there, linking the Tarot of the Egyptians to the Tree of Life, webs of meaning and intent reaching down from the heavens to the earth below: the Emanations of the Godhead Manifested in the material world. The Aries energy has certain symbols and correspondences that have to be collected and assembled in the right space at the right time. It's all a matter of concentrating enough energy in one place.
+I didn't lie to Jayne about what I was doing, but, as I said, she just wasn't very interested in my motives. To her, it was just another shoot, this time with an astrological theme. Fine. I left it at that.
+She composes herself now, biting back her laughter. ""It's the water,"" she says, tugging at the gown. ""It's running down between my boobs and it tickles.""
+I sigh. ""You want a towel?""
+""No, no,"" she says. ""It's okay. It stopped. Okay. Here we go now. Ready. Ahem.""
+She clears her throat to show me she's ready to be serious now, and takes up the position, sword pointing down at her feet, crystal orb at shoulder level. She lowers her face and looks at the camera.
+""That's beautiful,"" I say. ""Lights, Johnny,"" and he hits the mains so Jayne is standing in the spots. Once she composes herself, she looks hot: extremely sexy.
+""Okay, Johnny, light the braziers.""
+Johnny gets the striker. There are three broad, shallow iron bowls on tripods at shoulder height. I got them from a theater friend and filled with sand and piped them to a propane source, and when Johnny lights them flames leap up dramatically from the bowls.
+""Mother Superior, that's hot!"" he whines, and I can feel the heat from the flames even from where I stand.
+I look at Jayne through the camera while Johnny comes up behind me. ""She looks great, boss,"" he says softly, looking over my shoulder. He can be serious when he wants to be, and he's a great set-up man.
+She does look terrific. Standing there with one long, black clad leg reaching out from beneath her gown and her breasts spilling out over the top of the push-up bra like two grapefruits, she looks good enough to taste. She's cocked her hips slightly, and she appears to be pointing to the ground at her feet, inviting us to grovel. I'd be willing.
+""Okay, Johnny, I think we're all set."" I say, trying to sound casual. ""Why don't you pack it in for the day? Just hit the stereo on the way out. There's a tape already in it.""
+""Okay, boss."" he says. ""Call me if you need me."" He lives just down the block, and he knows that once I get things set up I like to work the camera alone. I don't like anyone looking over my shoulder.
+He grabs his coat and I hear the pop and hiss of the tape leader through the big Bose speakers behind me. The door closes behind him just as the opening bars of ""Mars"" from Holst's ""Planets"" start to play.
+I shoot off one roll, and then I give her a few more poses and we start to really work. There's a subtle dance you get into with a pro like Jayne: I move, she moves. I change angles, she changes poses. I shoot off four rolls without even thinking about what I;m going to do. By this time she's starting to get into it and I decide to turn her loose.
+""Just sway,"" I tell her. ""You're Aries, the first sign of the zodiac, the cardinal fire sign. You're all desire and command, and what you want, you take. Hot and sexy. You burn like fire, eating everything up.""
+The Holst piece ends while I'm still shooting. There's a pause, and then a Haitian drum piece comes on, an invocation of Ogou Ferraille, the voodoo god of war and iron. I'd put the tape together earlier, and as the drums come up and we start to feel it, Jayne is captivated by the polyrhythms, the thick layers of half a dozen interweaving drums and triangles. She straightens her back, and suddenly stretches, letting the music wash over her.
+I have to tell her again. I can't let this go on in good conscience without making sure she knows.
+""Uh, Jayne,"" I say, raising my voice to be heard over the tape, ""Jayne, I'm going to invoke the spirit of Aires now, darling. I'm going to invite him to come down and possess you. Is that okay? Do you have a problem with that?""
+""Fine with me,"" she says smiling, still swaying to the beat. ""The more the merrier.""
+I guess that's an acceptable answer, so I leave the camera and go and light the dragon's blood incense in the big iron burners. Thick clouds of acrid smoke billow up, more than I'd counted on, and I step back, wiping my hands on my jeans.
+I'm suddenly nervous. The music is impassioned and sinister. It's raw and hypnotic and it's tapping into something deep down inside of me, and as I pick up the piece of vellum on which the invocation is written, there's a funny feeling in the air that comes from more than the great clouds of incense that are billowing up into the lights. There's something like static electricity in the air, a feeling of something starting to congeal.
+I start to read from the piece of parchment, almost shouting over the drums: ""In the names of the Stars in their Courses and by the workings of the Great Wheel and the Lesser Wheels within, Wheels within Wheels; in the name of the Father and Creator and in the name of His Son. With the power of the Ineffable Name and in the names of the mighty Archangels Tzaphkiel, Samuel, Mahichael, and Uriel; their Thrones and Dominions; in the name of Mars, Ares, Tyr, and Ogun, I summon you down the Spirit of Aries the Ram, first House of the Zodiac. I summon your spirit and Intelligence, your nature and your character...""
+Jayne is on automatic now, working it as I've seen her do on other shoots, playing to the camera even though I'm no longer taking pictures. Her model's training takes over, and she's not quite dancing, but rhythmically shifting from pose to pose, experimenting, letting herself go. She instinctively knows how to move, how to use her body and her face and the clothes she wears to play the part of the temptress and as I'm watching her, her movements and her postures get more and more revealing and lewd: more sexually aggressive. She is getting into it. Way into it.
+I'm standing near the camera reading my incantation over the throbbing of the voodoo drums, keeping one nervous eye on her and one on the parchment in my hand, when suddenly she turns her back to me, her shoulders swaying, hips rocking.
+""Aries, into this woman come! I command you now to this vessel, come!"" I'm shouting now. I don't know why. ""Jayne, raise the sword! Raise the sword above your head, Jayne!""
+She lifts her arms, the globe in one hand, the sword, gleaming in the fire light, in the other. The music throbs, reaches a sudden crescendo, a cacophony of drums, triangles, and unearthly wailing. And then suddenly silence. The tape's over.
+I see Jayne shudder, but it's not a regular shudder. It's a movement I've never seen a human being make before. I've seen horses twitch their skin like that when flies were bothering them: it's as if all her muscles suddenly flexed so hard her skin trembles all over, and then in the sudden terrible silence of the empty tape hissing through the machine the sword clatters from her hand. The crystal ball falls with a dull thud and rolls lazily across the floor.
+""Jayne?""
+No response.
+She turns, but it's not Jayne who looks at me. Her face is composed, regal, almost disdainful. She looks around her, moving her whole head instead of her eyes. She moves as though someone else was inside her body, moving her head for her, pulling strings and moving levers. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
+She looks down at herself, at her body. Her hands come up slowly to her face, and then down, and she cups her breasts, then squeezes, hard, as if she doesn't even know what they are or how they got there. Her mouth widens into a smile of pleasure, though her eyes are still bright and proud, as if she's suddenly aware of some private joke. She puts her hands to the neck of the gown and pulls, ripping it deliberately down to her waist, exposing the push- up bra, her sculpted belly. She takes hold of the bra, and pulls it down, turning it inside out so that her full, heavy breasts spill out.
+She looks up at me ""Who are you?"" she asks.
+I hadn't thought things out this far. I really hadn't expected it to work.
+""It's me, Jayne. Robby,"" I say. ""Are you okay? Listen, maybe we went a bit overboard...""
+""What do you have for me?"" she demands.
+""Have for you?""
+She takes a step. Her long leg encased in its black nylon stocking emerges from beneath the torn gown. A very shapely leg: long and curvy, sculpted with lean muscle.
+""Have for me,"" she repeats. ""You summoned me because you have something for me. I want it. I want it now.""
+I realize then that I'm standing inside the chalk circle, but it's all so absurd that I don't even think to move as Jayne crosses the few yards between us and grabs me by the belt, her hands going inside my pants.
+""Your body,"" she says. ""That's why you called me, isn't it? Your body wants my body. You want to _fuck_ me,""—she emphasizes the word, putting her ripe lip into it on the 'f'. ""Well I want you to _fuck_ me too. I want you to fuck me hard and deep, and make me feel it.""
+""Jayney...""
+But she's already tearing at my pants. Her eyes are blazing with a kind of calm fury, her pupils dilated, and her nostrils are quivering with excitement. Before I can do anything she has my pants open and my shorts down. She takes my prick in her hand and squeezes deliciously. She's sweating, perspiring freely, but her hand is wonderfully cool in the long, silk glove.
+I hadn't thought this far ahead. I had no idea what I was going to do with her now, with this spirit of Aries upon her, but she was right: this is what I'd wanted all along, what I'd been hoping for. I wanted to fuck her. I'd wanted to fuck her all along. I wanted to break through her perfect beauty to find some fire within, some sort of desire. I hadn't known how much I wanted her before, but it was obvious to me now. That's why I'd made the chalk circle so big, big enough to contain Jayne and the set and the daybed as well. I'd known it and I hadn't known it. I hadn't thought it would work.  
+Well, I had her now, in spades. She was holding my cock and slowly beating me off with one hand, while with the other she reached up and slid her fingers into my hair. She pulled my head down to her breast.
+""This is what you want, isn't it?"" she whispered. ""Suck my tits. Suck my nipples. Bite them. Give me what I want.""
+The feel of the firm softness of her breast and the turgid nipple against my lips made me suddenly weak with desire. She was very well-endowed for a model, the bottoms of her breasts almost perfectly hemispherical, the nipples high and pointing boldly into the air.
+But as hot as I suddenly was, Jayne was way ahead of me. She was already panting with heat, and as I sucked her tit and rubbed my lips against her nipple she raised a leg and wrapped it around me, pulling me to her. She took my hard cock and rubbed it impatiently between her legs. I could feel the silky smoothness of her panties against the head of my prick, and I could feel the softness and humid heat of her flesh beneath them too.
+Jayne groaned, a kind of feral snarl and raised her thigh higher. I realized that she meant to get me inside her just like that, standing there. Her panties were in the way but she didn't let that stop her. She just used the head of my hardening prick to push the crotch band to the side and I suddenly felt the head of my cock enveloped in her soft wet heat as she worked me along her sodden flesh.
+""Oh God!"" I moaned.
+Jayne threw her head back. ""Oh yes! Fuck me now. Just like this!""
+She started to move against me, grinding her hips against my cock somehow, standing there on one leg, and that in a four-inch heel. She got the nead inside and gripped me with muscles I'd never felt before, actually pinched the head of my cock and laughed at her triumph as I shuddered in pleasure.
+But it was obvious that I couldn't manage full penetration like this, not standing up, and once she realized that she let go of me and changed her tactics. She slid down my body and got on her knees in front of me, yanked my pants and shorts down my thighs and took me in her mouth. If she were really possessed by the spirit of Aries, it must be kind of degrading for her to be on her knees before me like that, but it was also terribly exciting. She didn't just mouth me: she sucked on me. She went at it with a hunger, a desperation I had never felt from a woman before. I tangled my hands in her long red hair and tried to guide her, tried to slow her down, but she was having none of it. She was sucking me for the pleasure of feeling my tool rubbing against her lips and hardening inside the warmth of her mouth, and no matter how hard I gripped her she continued to bob and suckle at my cock, setting her own pace, her long manicured nails, teasing my balls, reaching around underneath them, massaging my perineum, then sliding back, to my anus, my rectum...
+""Oh God!"" I cried.
+She pushed at my asshole with her fingers and I closed my eyes, ready to feel the first orgasmic spasms, but she seemed to sense that and suddenly stopped. She removed her mouth and looked up at me and showed me a self-satisfied smile.
+""No,"" she said, ""I think not. Not just yet. Come with me.""
+She stood up, took my cock in her gloved hand and led me over to the day bed like a puppy on a leash, and as I stood there still unsure of what to do she ripped her gown in two: just shredded it down to her waist. She untied the sash and dropped it, then let what was left of the crimson gown fall to her feet and stepped out of it. She reached behind her and quickly unhooked the useless bra, then peeled down her panties and stood there in nothing but her shoes, stockings and gloves with the Aries amulet still around her neck. She reached up and pulled my head down to hers for a kiss, and her lips were soft and warm but demanding, her breath burning hot in my mouth as she kissed me and licked the inside of my cheeks.
+I stood there stunned as she sank back onto the day bed and spread her legs wide, one hand going to her pussy and rubbing it invitingly.
+""Come on,"" she said, ""Fuck me. If that's what you want. Or even if it isn't, I want you to fuck me.""
+She had a beautiful pussy, the outer lips plump and chubby like a little girl's, the inside coral and glistening wet against the black gloves, with a little shaved puff of pubic hair above it. But it wasn't her pussy so much as the way she used it, the way she offered it to me, playing with herself to keep her motor idling, her hips lifting to her own shameless and salacious touch.
+I sank to my knees on the floor in front of her. The smoke still rose from the brazier in a solid column and the room was thick with red clouds of incense. It was intoxicating and wild, but not as intoxicating as the smell of her own animal musk that rose to meet me as my mouth was drawn to her wet cleft.
+I wasn't subtle: I didn't tease or try anything fancy. I was overcome with the need to feel her in my mouth, the core of this gorgeous creature, this perfect, sexually overcharged woman.
+She cried out when I kissed her pussy and shoved it brutally up onto my face. One long, stocking-clad leg came up over my back and pulled me close, and her hands tangled in my hair as her ass lifted off the bed, hungry for my mouth. I could just see her face over the round globes of her tits, her lust-swollen lips twisted into a snarl almost of contempt as I pushed my tongue into her, seeking the center of her heat. She began to fuck my face hard, with no apology, using me, already eager to come. She smeared her wetness all over my face and her juice poured into my mouth like water from a sponge but she showed no sign of shame or awareness of anything but the pleasure of my tongue working inside her.
+I'd never been with a woman so eager to use me for her own selfish pleasure, and it drove me wild. No shame, no compunction; no worries about what I might think of her in the morning. It was all right there, right now. When my tongue strayed to her asshole she didn't pull away, didn't tell me no. She growled and grabbed onto her own leg to pull herself double while with her other hand she pulled her buttocks apart to give me access. I shoved my nose into her sopping cunt and tried to drive my tongue inside her ass while she tangled her hand in my hair and pulled me harder against her.
+""Eat my ass!"" she screamed, tugging on my hair, ""Eat my asshole and shove your tongue in me! Do it!""
+I was drowning in her sweet secretions, blubbering for breath but never stopping. Her own lust inflamed me, made me an animal myself, and I only stopped when I could no longer draw breath. I had to get up and finish taking my clothes off, tearing them off and throwing them aside, then I fell on top of her.
+Immediately her mouth and hands were all over me, biting and scratching, her legs scissoring as she hunted for my cock with her pussy. I felt the slick nylon of her stocking slide up my flanks as she searched for me with her hungry cunt. I found her almost by accident, or rather, she found me, for all of a sudden I was sinking into her, surrounded by her hot, tight flesh, buried in her to the hilt, her juices welling out of her and soaking my balls.
+With a snarl she rolled us over and got on top of me, never letting my cock slip from her tight sheath. She put her hands on my chest and looked down at me through the shadows of her tumbled mane with eyes that were incandescent with lust. Her big tits heaved on her chest as she drew breath, and she was so tight I could feel her heart beating in the way her cunt pulsed against my prick.
+""Oh Christ!"" I moaned as she began to move. Her legs were spread wide and she rested on her knees, and as she ground her hips around on my cock the tendons in her thighs stood out. She had amazing control of her body and she gripped me and milked me in ways that made me gasp and groan, while she just laughed, a ragged, unsteady laugh that faded into her own groans of shuddering pleasure.
+She brought me twice to the very edge, deliberately working on me, showing me how good she was, and twice she backed off, not letting me come. Lying on my back with her doing all the work, I was at her mercy, and she gave me a lesson in lust and female sexual control. Whenever she knew I was close, she stopped moving and rested with her hands against my chest, panting for breath while I stayed perfectly still, fighting the urge to pump up into her and finish. I knew that if I so much as moved I would erupt inside her.
+Once she had caught her breath she sat up again, tall and regal. She lifted herself off my cock, her eyes locked on mine. She planted one foot on the mattress, raised herself up and reached down to her pussy to smear some of her lubrication over her asshole. I watched fascinated, knowing what was coming but not believing it. I still didn't believe it when she took my prick in her hand and raised herself up, then began to fit the head of my cock against her greasy asshole.
+""Oh God!"" she cried as she tried to impale herself on my prick. ""Oh God yes!""
+She held my cock up as she worked her ass around, trying to get me in, and it was like I wasn't even there, like I was no more than a prick for her to use as she wished. I could only stare, mouth open as she managed to somehow relax herself enough so that the head of my cock wormed its way into the dry heat of her rectum. Her tits shook on her chest from her ragged breathing; she shuddered, groaned, gritted her teeth and shut her eyes, and then with a loud cry she sank slowly down onto my prick, taking me all the way up her tight ass.
+She looked down at me with a look of wild triumph on her face, and I think she was set to laugh at the look of astonishment on my face, but instead her face dissolved into a frown of rapturous surrender as my hardness touched all her nerve endings there and she shuddered with the lewd and overwhelming sensations.
+She sat on my loins with my prick up her ass, her legs spread wide so I could see the eager pink flesh of her empty pussy, and she began to masturbate, shamelessly, thinking of nothing but her own pleasure. Her glove-clad fingers worked in hard little circles against her clit, then she brought her other hand down and slid two fingers into herself, all the while rocking rhythmically back and forth on my prick and squeezing me with her anal muscles.
+I'd been with sexually aggressive women before, but never had I been with someone who was pure demand like this: who knew just what she wanted and was determined to take it. It was a wholly female type of aggression too: an urge to be taken and entered, to have me deep inside her, to control my coming and going. She had me in her ass, yes, but she was still controlling everything. She used her ass the way a man used his prick, fucking me fast, squeezing me, teasing me, and all the time the strain of maintaining that control showed on her face, alternating with looks of absolute bliss.
+She put her hands on my knees behind her, and leaned back, arching her back and thrusting her breasts out, then used her legs to lift herself up, then fall back down. The muscles in her thighs trembled and twitched and I knew she couldn't keep this up, and I needed to fuck her. I couldn't stay passive anymore, the urge to thrust into her was too strong, but it was too hard to move lying on my back like that. I needed to be on top.
+There was a brief period of struggle for dominance as I tried to roll us over, then I just lifted her off my cock with my hands. For all her strength and aggression she still weighed hardly anything, and she couldn't resist my strength as I pried her off my prick. But once she realized what I was doing, she quickly gave up fighting me and turned around and got on her knees, thrusting the perfect hemispheres of her ass into the air.
+She turned around and looked at me over her shoulder. ""This is twice I've been on my knees to you,"" she said. ""You'd better make it worth it.""
+I got behind her and she laid her chest down on the bed, reached back and pulled her buttocks apart, and her asshole gaped like an open cave, already so stretched out that I could see the darkness inside. The sight of her all open and inviting like that filled me with animal lust, and I took my cock in my hand and speared into her with one brutal thrust. Jayne's head snapped up and she growled like a wild cat. Her long blood-red nails clawed at the covers of the day bed.
+Still she wouldn't stop. No sooner was I ensconced in her ass then she reached under herself and I felt her tugging and pulling at her pussy. I drove balls deep and just let the pleasure of having her wash through my body, throwing my head back as if I knelt under a shower of pure sexual bliss. I tired not to move, fighting for control.
+And just then the door opened and Johnny walked in.
+""Well Holy Shit!"" he said, fanning the clouds of incense away from his face. ""My boss, my best friend! How incredibly tacky!""
+Jayne turned towards him and I felt the muscles in her back flex as she raised her head.
+""Get over here!"" she said. ""I command you. Come to me!""
+""Oh sure,"" he said, ""Like right away. Like I do women."" He put his nose in the air and started towards the kitchen. ""Don't let me bother you two. I just came back for my good paring knife.""
+Too late I realized that Johnny was about to cross the chalk circle. I tried to warn him: ""Johnny! No...""
+But it was too late. He took two steps and Jayne said again, ""Come you now to me!""
+His usual look of supercilious disdain disappeared and he went blank. No, not quite blank, there was a look of mild astonishment on his face, as if he could see what he was doing but was powerless to stop. His face was blank but there was confusion and hysteria in his eyes as he stumbled over and started unbuckling his pants.
+""Johnny? What the fuck are you doing?"" I cried.
+He moved like he was in the grip of some alien tractor beam that was pulling him towards us, his eyes wide with disbelief. By the time he came over and knelt on the day bed by Jayne's head, his trousers were down around his thighs. He pulled his cock through the fly of his shorts and I was shocked to see how big he was. He wasn't even hard yet, and still he was enormous: a regular salami. It figures, I thought.
+Johnny wanked himself a few times, staring down at his tool with disbelief, then held it up for Jayne's mouth. I caught sight of her quick smile before she opened her mouth and took him inside with a hungry, slurping sound.
+""Mother Fucking Superior!"" Johnny groaned, his eyes snapping wide open.
+There was no doubt in my mind now that Jayne was truly possessed and that I'd created some sort of Sorcerer's Apprentice nightmare, and I had to wonder now just how much I was even in control of what was happening, for suddenly I had an overwhelming urge to fuck her hard while she was sucking Johnny's cock, an urge that seemed to come from the outside of me like it was someone else's idea. It was something I just had to do.
+It's not like I was fighting it. Jayne was so into it, so transported beyond the human by the erotic thrill of what she was doing that it was impossible not to catch her fever, her sheer animal joy in being fucked in the ass and mouth. She moaned, she growled, she writhed and twisted, the saliva dripped from her lips in long strings, and all the while her hand was vibrating against her pussy or dipping inside of herself and pumping with thick, viscous sounds I could hear above the steady slap of my loins against the moons of her ass and the gurgling sucking sounds of Johnny's prick in her mouth.
+I was so consumed that I actually got up on my feet and squatted behind her like some caveman, holding her lush hips and fucking her ass with the single- minded obsession of a dog with a bitch in heat.
+Johnny groaned; he wailed. His mouth fell open and his eyes rolled into his head and his body jerked convulsively. I knew he must be coming—there was no way anyone could resist Jayne, straight or gay--but the only way I could tell from Jayne was the loud, excited moan she emitted, an moan choked off with the sounds of thick swallowing. She let go of his cock and looked back at me with that evil smile and let me see the twin rivulets of semen hanging from her lips and chin.
+That was it for me.
+I grabbed her hair and pushed her head down against the bed, seized by the sudden urge to master her, to make her bow down before me as I came. It was something savage and primal, and she must have felt it too, for she suddenly went passive, giving in with an exited smile on her face, letting me have my way with her. I stood almost all the way up, lifting her knees from the bed and pulling her hips against me as I pushed deep into her ass and let myself go. She cried out in pleasure as big, boiling gouts of gism shot from my cock and into her ass as I exploded in wracking spasms of release. And as I came in her, my whole world went red: red and black, and behind my closed eyelids I saw the sigil of Aries, clear as day, written in flames upon a black background.
+~ ~ ~
+""Oh Lord,"" Johnny moaned. ""You won't tell anyone, Robby? I'll be ruined! What the hell just happened? What's got into that bitch?""
+Both of us were still lying on the rumpled and sweat-soaked day bed. I was barely able to move, and spasms of pleasure were still zinging up and down my legs and spine. But Jayne had taken only a moment to catch her breath, then had dragged herself off the bed and run into the bathroom, a move that had taken her across the borders of the chalk circle. I was waiting now, waiting for my breath to return, and waiting to see what would happen. Would she leave the spirit of Aries behind? She might still be possessed.
+I heaved myself off the bed and stood up cautiously, unsure whether my legs would still hold me. They did.
+""Jayne?"" I called. ""Jayney, are you okay?""
+The column of smoke had disappeared from the incense burner, but a thick pall still hovered just above the level of my head, visible in the bright spotlights. She called out something, but it was hard to hear her through the bathroom door. The vellum with the incantation of banishment was lying by the camera, where I'd dropped it. I turned off the tape player as I staggered past and leaned against the bathroom door.
+""What?"" I yelled. ""I can't hear you, Jayney. Are you okay?""
+It sounded like she was crying and I suddenly felt terrible. I'd had no idea that this was going to work, otherwise I really wouldn't have tried it with her. And then to have taken advantage of her like that. It was a terrible thing to do.
+""Jayne, Jayne, I'm so sorry,"" I said. ""It was all my fault. I shouldn't have done it. I really didn't know it would work. Really, baby, I'm sorry. Are you okay?""
+The lock snapped open, and she cracked the door. I saw one mascara-streaked eye looking at me, and I was trying to explain, trying to apologize when my voice died in my throat. Jayne's eyes were opened wide in shock and she was staring past me, looking over my shoulder.
+I felt a chill run down my spine, because I suddenly realized that I hadn't banished the Spirit of Aries yet. In all the excitement of the orgy, I'd forgotten to release the energies and send them back. They still filled the consecrated circle, as thick as the billowing clouds of incense, and before I even turned around I already knew what I would see.
+Sure enough, Johnny was standing in the middle of the chalk circle, his head raised high and proud, the crystal orb in one hand, the sword in the other, pointing commandingly at his feet. His pants were still around his ankles and his big gay dick was standing straight up but he seemed not to notice. He seemed beyond noticing anything.
+""You two,"" he commanded, ""I command you! Come you to me now!""
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+342,Zodiac Girls,Joseki Ko,Chain Stories,2004-03-09,2004-04-08,2022-01-08 03:57:03,2,literotica.com,https://www.literotica.com/s/zodiac-girls-ch-05,1. Jenn the Taurus looks for her man. 2. A Scorpio takes a night of pleasure.,"['Began', 'Blonde Hair', 'Feet Inches', 'Inches Tall', 'Magic Hands', 'Matter Long', 'Silk Shirt', 'Zodiac Girls']",4.21,"**Headstrong Taurus**
+Who smiles through life-except when crossed?   Who knows, or thinks he knows, the most?   Who loves good things: baked, boiled or roast?   Oh, Taurus!
+ **Zodiac Girls: Taurus; Jenn**
+It was nearing midnight when I spotted him. I was out at the best bar in town. Chey Chocolat. (at least if it's not the best show me a better one and I'll go there) I looked down to make sure everything was perfect. I was dressed in a light purple silk dress with black 6 inch stiletto heels. It showed off my slender body to maximum effect. My light blonde hair fell to my shoulder blades and was styled to the nines, so I wasn't to worried about that. But I still felt anticipation as his eyes searched the bar. I've been clubbing for about 3 months now looking for just the right guy. It's amazing what I'm willing to go through to find what I want. Only the best will do and it doesn't matter how long it takes me to get it. But when I find it I revel in it. And my stud looked like he'd be great to revel in.
+""Hey baby what's your sign?""
+I looked around and to my horror found this weasely little man addressing me. I must admit I was kind of stunned. This guy couldn't have been over five feet five inches tall and he was encased in a whole cow. Leather from head to foot. It didn't do much for his looks either. They matched his dark hair and swarthy complexion, but he looked just awful.
+""My sign is STOP!"" I sniffed at him as I said this. That usually works with most guy's they get the hint and leave. I'd been beating idiots off my table all night. I began to wonder if he was alight in the head when he just didn't get it.
+""Not a problem baby I can stop right here.""
+I still really wasn't paying attention to him but this brought me around. I thought I'd have to use my best line for this guy. So I held my hand up a few inches over his head. I'm five feet eight inches myself, ""You need to be this tall to ride this ride.""
+He looked up at the hand I held over his head and grimaced. His mouth started to open so I finished him off.
+""God loves you Harry have a great day.""
+The guy finally took the hint and backed off. I went back to looking at my stud and realized to my horror that his eyes had passed over me while I was dealing with the jackal. He'd locked on to a redhead and was headed her way. Well sometimes it works that way. But that's ok I was patient I'd wait till Mr. Right came along.
+I motioned to the waiter and ordered some Belgian Truffles and another glass of Dom Perignon to go with them. After all my motto has always been it doesn't matter what I've got as long as it's the best. That has to be the best thing about a chocolate bar, Chocolate.
+As the night passed it became clear that nothing else worthwhile was coming through the door. So I started to get my things together when the waiter showed up at my table. He was carrying a single Champaign flute and a strawberry dipped in chocolate. He set them down in front of me and nodded to my right.
+""The sweater by the door madam.""
+I turned and looked to see who my benefactor was. I was surprised to see my stud standing there with an amused look on his face. He was still gorgeous. A little over 6 feet and a nice chest. Long blonde hair flowed about his face and he had such a cute throat and a strong neck. I admit though, what he was wearing caught my interest the most. He had a cream colored cardigan sweater over a white silk shirt. Light brown pants and patent leather shoes completed the outfit. He was elegant.
+I leaned over and picked up the strawberry and turning back to him I began to tongue it ever so lightly, just barely tasting the chocolate. He was beginning to take a very keen interest in what I was doing. I narrowed my eyes and let the strawberry come to rest in the palm of my hand. Looking at him under my lashes I picked up the strawberry with my tongue and began to suck on it. I watched his eyes grow in fascination as I finished my snack.
+He began to walk over to me and I gave him one of my better smiles.
+""Good evening my lady, my name is Steve. May I sit down?""
+""Please be seated."" I laughed. I've always thought the best pick up line in the world was hello. It was nice to see he thought the same. ""So what brings you to my table?""
+He thought this over for a minute and then with a twinkle in his eye asked me if I wanted the truth or the lie. Now that kind of set me back. But I'd rather have the truth so that's what I asked for.
+""Very well, it is my intention to take you for a drive in my car end up at my apartment, entice you inside for a drink and make sensual love to you.""
+Now that was quite a statement for a guy who didn't even know my name.
+""Really, and what makes you think I'll go for that?""
+Steve smiled ""Because you've always wanted to drive a Beamer.""
+I had to grin at that because it was true. We really got to talking things over and he was just amazing. We stayed at the bar for several more hours. As the bar closed they finally asked us to leave. As we headed out the door Steve handed me the key's and told me I should take a test drive. I wasn't really sure that he meant the car.
+Steve and I drove around for an hour or so before I asked for directions to his place. It turned out that lived in a very nice loft in the city. As we parked he leaned over and began to nibble at my neck. His tongue was very talented. We really began to get heated as he nuzzled me. I kept running my fingers through his hair. It was soft and baby fine. He'd moan every time my hands swept through it. Some how we made it out of the car and into the elevator. I loved the feel of that silk shirt on is body. He also surprised me by having lots of muscles. That sweater hid them well. As we swept off the elevator into his apartment he half carried me into the living room. I was very surprised to see no less than two dozen candle already burning in the darkness.
+I dearly love a man's neck and I really began to taste Steve's. Just the right amount of salt and some very nice vanilla bodywash. I felt him set me down on a couch and began to fumble at the straps on my dress. I helped him get those off and removed his shirt. He really did work out a lot. As I began to undo his belt my anticipation grew. I was surprised when he knelt in front of me and buried his face in my panties. His arms worked their way around me and I was really impressed by his hands. He began to knead my lower back and bottom.
+I let him finish undressing me and his tongue was everywhere.
+""Nice tattoo."" He said.
+I grinned and he tongued my Little bull. I'm a Taurus and I have a little bull tattooed over my pussy. He helped me to the bed where he laid me down on my stomach and began to work my body with those magic hands. If you ask any ten people, you will find that all ten know how to inflict some kind of torture, but only two of those ten will know how to give a good backrub. He was definitely in the two. I began to fell more relaxed than I had in along time, as Steve kept running those magic hands over my body.
+   As I lay there on my stomach I truly thought I'd never had a better massage. I rolled over and found that Steve still had his pants on. It was nice to find someone who was willing to devote the time to making me feel good before attending to himself. I reached out and loosened his belt. I saw something pass across his eye's but it was gone before I knew what it was. As his pants hit the floor I wasn't surprised that he was hard, I was surprised that he was four inches tops. He leaned down and planted his lips on my pussy. He began doing wonderful things to me and then began to run his tongue up my body. About the time his lips were teasing my breasts I felt his cock pushing between my legs. I opened my legs and began to gently squirm back and forth. The farther his lips moved up my body the farther he penetrated into me. Just as he finally buried his tongue in my mouth and his dick in my pussy he gave a convulsive shudder and fell on me. I couldn't believe he'd cum already. He smiled and went back to lapping at my pussy. It didn't take him that much longer to bring me to the edge. He leaned back to look at me and I grabbed his head and buried it in my pussy. His tongue shot out and encompassed me fully. Waves of pleasure washed over my body as his tongue worked me. I held him there for what seemed like forever. His talented tongue kept working me. I've always heard that if you don't have it between the hips you'd better have it between the lips. And he did.
+As I fell asleep in his arms I ran him through the checklist.
+He had looks, style, muscles, and lots of lovely possessions. He had fantastic hands and a great tongue, a four inch dick was fine with me but he just couldn't use it. So he wasn't the best. (Sigh) Well I'd keep looking.
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