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Ramon returned carrying a number of bags; some of them seemed quite heavy. "Has she eaten?" he asked Caroline.



"Like a prisoner on death row," Caroline answered. She always had had a strange sense of humour.



"Has she used the toilet?"



"Yes. She's well-fed, cleaned and dried."



Ramon bent over me and kissed my lips. "I love you, Jacqueline," he said tenderly.



He sat down on the bed in front of me and looked into my eyes. I could tell that it was not easy for him to say what he was about to say.



"When I saw you for the first time in that disco in Villiers, I knew that I wanted you. I wanted you for myself. I did not want to share you with anybody else. I was jealous of all the boys who danced with you and tried to feel you up, slipping their hands into your blouse, under your skirt. Watching you, I concluded that you had an enormous appetite for sex and that you were looking for adventure. You seemed to be keen on experiencing something new, different from the run-of-the-mill sex those boys had to offer. That's when I decided to conquer you.



"I felt like a teenager on his first date. I wanted to please you, impress you, make you forget that there were other men in this world. I wanted to be the one and only man for you. But I overdid it. I hurt you. I had to take you to a doctor to check how much damage I had done. You can't imagine how relieved I was when she found that you were basically okay. I hoped to God that you'd forgive me, that my overwhelming passion wouldn't push you away. I was overjoyed when you agreed to see me again.



"I wanted to talk to you about the love I felt for you, but you didn't admit that word. You said it had been overused, become meaningless. I agree that a lot of people say 'I love you' without meaning it, but does that mean I can't talk about my true feelings? What should I do? Should I stop loving you because the words to declare one's love have been misused? I won't stop wearing trousers, just because there are a lot of idiots wearing them.



"My problem is that I'm an old-fashioned kind of guy, but I'm trying to hide it. Having grown up in Argentina probably doesn't help. I'm the kind of man who worships a woman, particularly one as beautiful as you. A man who will do everything to please her, but who is also extremely possessive. In your case, I didn't want you to return to Villiers, ever. I wanted to lock you into my apartment and never let you go.



"But this kind of attitude is considered seriously uncool these days. I wanted to be cool. I gave you all the freedom and independence you needed - at least that's what I thought. I wanted you to choose me out of your own free will, not because you were afraid of my jealousy. It wasn't easy, but my agony was rewarded when you kept coming back, when you agreed to spend the weekends with me. The weekends were heaven on earth for me, but the rest of the week was sheer hell. When you moved to Paris, I insisted on letting you live your own, independent life, even though the Neanderthal macho in me wanted to lock you up, keep all other men from seeing your beauty.



"I never asked what you got up to during the week, because I was worried I might not like what I'd hear. I didn't want to nourish my jealousy. I didn't want you to know how the thought of you meeting and getting to like another man tortured me.



"When you started to talk about wanting to belong to me, I was shocked. Your idea of belonging to someone went much further than my most possessive impulses. And when you said I could let other men use you, I concluded that you didn't mean it, you couldn't possibly understand what you were suggesting. I stage-managed the gang bang with Rui and Pablo because I assumed you would hate such indiscriminate sex, such senseless fucking. I wanted to give you a chance to realize that this dream in which you were used by many men was really a nightmare. I expected you to tell them - us - to stop, to leave you in peace, to respect your dignity.



"But you seemed to enjoy being used like an object by three men. Or maybe you accepted what we did to you out of some sense of obligation towards me. I don't know if I'll ever solve this puzzle.



"What I know for sure is that the experience didn't put you off. You continued to say that you wanted to belong to me, that you wanted me to own you like a slave. The idea never appealed to me. My freedom is very important to me and I couldn't understand that anybody would want to give up their freedom out of their own free will. Sometimes, I had the impression that you would be much better served by the Neanderthal macho in me, the one I am trying to suppress.



"It appears that you haven't been very serious about this yourself. You want to be my slave on the weekend and do as you damn well please the rest of the time. Slaves don't go around having sex with other people, at least not without the approval of their master. Slaves don't keep their trespasses secret to avoid their master's disapproval.



"Since I met you, I've only once made love to another woman. That was when you introduced me to Lola. Going to bed with you and Lola at the same time was the happiest experience of my life. Not only because Lola is an exceptionally beautiful and sexy woman, but also because I could see how much the two of you enjoyed each other's company and I could feel what a thrill it was for you to watch me make love to her.



"By some lucky coincidence, I have met Caroline, the woman with whom you maintained an intimate relationship for months. Caroline is a wonderful, warm, sensual woman who has agreed to help me get you back on the right track. I hope that one day the three of us will find the kind of happiness we experienced when Lola shared our bed.



"I understand now that your wish to be my slave was a cry for help, that you were afraid to lose control and wanted me to take responsibility for you. Since I ignored your pleas I'm as much to blame for what happened as you are. But I don't want to talk about blame, I want to talk about putting things right. I want to talk about the purification process that will help you recover your dignity and win back my love and trust.



"Caroline and I have talked about what to do with you. We have decided to accept you as our mutual slave, and have already discussed some ideas on how to tame you. I have also contacted an expert who calls himself 'Marquis de Sade' - I understand you have already talked to him."



Apparently, the 'Marquis' had not found it necessary to keep quiet about my visit. I suppose his confidentiality only applied to his 'Master' clients, not to potential slaves.



"You have allowed your pussy to take control of your life. Your urge to experience sexual pleasures dominates your mind and makes you hurt those who love you most. You may argue that some of the things you did had the ultimate purpose to serve me, but if you are honest you will admit that the true reason behind your actions was the desire to experience as many different forms of sex as possible.



"You have become your pussy's servant, or, to put it more bluntly, you have reduced yourself to a cunt. To reflect this, you will be called 'Cunt' from now on. You will tell everybody who asks for your name, 'My name is Cunt' or if you prefer, 'I'm a cunt'. And as we are on the subject of names: from now on, you will address me as 'Master' and Caroline as 'Mistress'. You will obey any order Caroline or I give you."



In all the time I had known Ramon, he had never talked this much. His speech showed me how much my behaviour had disappointed him. But it also made it clear that he wasn't putting all the blame on me. He hadn't given me up as a lost case. Instead he wanted to help me to get my insatiable appetite for sex under control. And the hint that he and Caroline may let me share their bed at some time in the future gave me hope, a target I could aim for.



While Ramon was talking to me, Caroline had been busy unpacking the bags he had brought home. I could hear the noise of furniture being moved around in the studio, but had no idea what exactly she was doing. After his talk Ramon untied me and lead me to the adjoining space. There, I saw that Caroline had moved Ramon's drawing table out of the way to make room for a large plastic sheet she had spread out on the floor. A few cushions had been put on the floor and were also covered by the sheet.



Ramon told me to lie on the sheet and arranged the cushions so that my bottom and thighs rested on them. Then the two tied my hands to legs of the table which had been moved out of the way. The ropes allowed me some freedom of movement, but I wasn't able to touch any part of my body. Ramon also fixed a spreader bar between my legs, just above my knees. This bar did not allow me to close my legs or move them further apart.



I had no idea what all these preparations were for. They were obviously aiming to get my pussy into a certain position, but it didn't seem likely that Ramon was going to fuck me with the spreader bar fixed between my legs. I came to the conclusion that they were going to shave my pussy. This idea was reinforced when Caroline applied a clear liquid - probably just plain water - to my pussy and the surrounding area, using a soft brush. The touch of the brush on my pussy lips reawakened my desire. With difficulties, I raised my hips to intensify the contact, but it all happened too frustratingly quickly.



I saw Ramon arrive with a large plastic bowl. But the white paste in the bowl did not look like shaving foam and felt much heavier when the first dollop landed on my skin. Was this cement? Were they going to close my pussy to keep me from offering it to everybody? I panicked. "No, please," I cried as I struggled against my ties. "Don't make me give up sex for the rest of my life!"



"Keep quiet, Cunt, nobody's going to do you any harm" Ramon barked. "If you don't stay still we'll have to do the whole thing again. It will only make your ordeal last longer. We're going to take a plaster cast of your cunt. This will be used to produce a life-size effigy which you will hang on the wall of your room."



Ramon's explanation reassured me somewhat and I decided to remain calm and let him proceed without interference. I could feel the cool paste on my skin, like a very fine mud. Some of it seeped inside me and I wondered if they really would be able to free the passage once the plaster had dried.



When he was sure he had enough of me covered with plaster to produce a usable cast, Ramon told me that I had to remain motionless for two hours to allow the plaster to dry completely.



Ramon and Caroline left me lying on the floor on my own. I could hear them talk and sometimes laugh. I assumed that they were lying on the large bed, but it didn't sound like they were making love. They were probably just fondling each other while they whispered sweet nothings into each other's ears. I would have loved to be with them, sharing in their caresses and declarations of love. But my role had changed drastically. I was their slave now - by my own request.



I had begged Ramon to make me suffer and asked Caroline to help me convince him that that was what I wanted. I expected to get satisfaction from suffering. But the two had decided that the best way of making me suffer was to deny me any satisfaction.



After some time had passed Ramon came to check whether the plaster had dried. I heard him make a phone call and a little later a man arrived to remove the plaster. He grinned when he saw me tied up on the floor. "That's going to be a masterpiece," he said to Ramon. "I'd love to take a cast of her entire body."



"Maybe another time," Ramon answered. "For now, I just want a sculpture of her cunt."



The man removed the hardened plaster very slowly, taking great care not to break the mould. Some of my pubic hair had got trapped in the plaster and I winced as he pulled it out with the cast.



As soon as the man had left, Caroline appeared, naked and hugged Ramon. "From what Jacqueline told us yesterday, I gather that you like sticking your cock into young ladies' asses." She allowed Ramon to kiss her fleetingly. "How do you like this one?" she asked as she turned around and bent down to display her ass to him. She had already applied copious amounts of jelly to her hole and was ready for penetration.



Ramon hugged her from behind and fondled her breasts. "What about her? Shall we leave her here?"



"No. Let's take her back to the chair so she can watch."



They removed the spreader bar, lifted me up from the floor and walked me back to the chair, where Ramon tied me up as he had done the previous evening. I spent the rest of the day and evening tied to the chair, watching my masters make love. What an exciting sight it was to see Caroline take Ramon's full length in her ass! My pussy creamed and screamed for attention, but I knew that it wasn't going to get any.



Some time the next day - I had lost the notion of time, but I remember that it was after my breakfast and bath - the man who had taken the plaster cast returned with a box under his arm. "Ah, the model herself," he said when he saw me sitting there, tied to the chair.



"Her name is Cunt," Ramon replied.



The man showed Ramon the finished sculpture and both Ramon and Caroline nodded approvingly.



The man got another, smaller box from his jacket. "And here, as you requested, is the pendant. I made it in stainless steel, as specified."



He took a pendant on a silver chain from the box. The pendant was about the size of a one-euro coin, large enough not to go unnoticed. Ramon looked at it briefly and then handed it to Caroline who inspected it carefully.



"Excellent," Ramon eventually said. "That's exactly what I wanted." He thanked the man as he lead him to the door.



"My pleasure," the man said with a wink. "If you need anything else, just give me a call."



Ramon approached me and showed me the sculpture. It was set inside a glass box and left no doubt that it was the faithful representation of a pussy. I was amazed how clearly discernible everything was. I could even identify the curls of pubic hair covering my mound. The pussy lips were slightly parted and the inner lips were visible. One could say, this was a pussy waiting to be fucked.



"This is your cunt, Cunt," he said as he put the medallion around my neck. I could see that it contained a reduced-size representation of the same pussy, set in relief.



"From now on, you will wear this tag at all times. You may only take it off when you take a bath and when you go to sleep. You will hang this sculpture on the wall of your room or place it somewhere else where it is clearly visible. When people ask you about the sculpture or the pendant you will tell them that this is your cunt. You will explain to them that the purpose of these representations is to remind you and others that you're nothing but a cunt. You will reward those who have taken the trouble to show interest in you by either sucking their cock or eating their pussy until they climax.



"They will be astonished about the offer, reluctant to accept. You will insist. The words you will use are 'Sir - or Madam - my oral service is an offering from my master. Please do not refuse or my master will punish me.' You will report daily by phone how many cocks you've sucked and how many pussies you've eaten. You will also report how many people have refused your service.



"I have set a target for the number of oral services you have to perform before your purification goes on to its next stage. You will only know this number when you have reached it. However, you should be aware that for each refusal the number increases by ten. Disobeying our orders, particularly masturbating without permission, will also result in an increase of your target.



"Throughout your purification you will not expose your cunt, your ass or your tits to anybody other than your master and mistress."



The first one to ask about the sculpture was - not surprisingly - Arlette. She returned shortly after I had arrived in our room from a weekend excursion with her latest boyfriend. When I told her that she was entitled to have her pussy licked by me she said, "Thanks, I've had enough excitement over the last two days. Maybe another time."



I insisted. I told her why I couldn't take no for an answer.



"Your master? Is this some new game he invented? Tired of unwrapping his girlie-present, is he? Well, alright then, I don't want to be responsible for your getting punished."



I wanted to make this a memorable event for her. I wanted her to come back and ask for more. It would help me to reach my unknown target. It would be better to lick her in the privacy of our room, rather than satisfying complete strangers. It seems that I achieved what I wanted: not only did she ask for more, almost on a daily basis, always wondering how long her good fortune would last, she also spread the word amongst the large group of female students she knew.



When I went to attend the lectures on my schedule the next day, the unusual pendant with the clearly identifiable motif attracted a lot of attention. Initially, I found that male students were less inclined to ask me about the medallion. But when the few who did ask mentioned the reward they had received for their interest to the others, the number of male students approaching me increased. I managed to find an unused storage room on the lower ground floor where I serviced most of the men. My female customers were more particular about where they wanted to be serviced, and most of them requested that I pleasure them in their rooms.



When the appointed time for phoning through the first day's score arrived, I had licked eighteen pussies and sucked twelve cocks. But there had also been two refusals. Two girls had mistaken the effigy of my pussy as the emblem of some esoteric sect dedicated to female fertility and asked me about it. When I told them the real significance and told them about the reward they had earned themselves, they took flight. They disappeared so quickly, I didn't even have a chance to reiterate my offer. Losing these two meant that, although I had spent most of the day sucking dicks and licking pussies, I had only reduced my unknown target by ten.



"And how many times did you frig yourself off last night?"



Caroline had answered the phone and taken down my progress report. Now she stated my offence matter-of- factly, as if she had been present. How did she know? Well, she knew because she knows me. She knew I didn't have the iron willpower to refrain from making myself come. Not after having spent the whole weekend watching her and Ramon get their rocks off. I had indeed fingered myself into oblivion.



"Five times," I said, feeling like I had been caught with my hands in the cookie jar.

"That adds fifty to your target," Caroline said coldly. "Your score after the first day is target plus forty."



Target plus forty! This way I had no hope of ever reaching the target, regardless of what it was. I couldn't afford to disobey my masters. If they didn't want me to satisfy myself then I would have to learn to exercise control. Ramon had talked about breaking my rebellious spirit. This was one way of getting me to rein in my lust. And I would have to do whatever possible to avoid any further refusals.



Over the next days, sucking cocks and eating pussies became part of my daily routine. The number of men which asked about my pendant increased whereas the number of women remained fairly constant. Those men I had already serviced came back regularly for their daily blowjob, but they also passed the information about this compulsive cock-sucker to others, many of whom thought at first that this was some kind of hoax. At times there were queues forming outside the storage room where I performed my lewd act; I became worried that somebody might start to ask questions about the strange goings-on on the lower ground floor.



As the daily numbers increased and I started to make some progress towards the unknown target - I reached target minus thirty on the third day - I started to feel uneasy about what I was doing. During the first couple of days, I had found it exciting to suck off complete strangers - men I had never met before and I wouldn't recognize if I met them again. It allowed me to delve into the 'slut' part of my personality, to perform the most sordid acts without remorse. At times I almost considered this task a reward rather than a punishment.



But the novelty wore off very quickly. I soon realized that for those people I was just a mouth which brought them to a climax and swallowed their semen. Or a tongue which licked them until they climaxed. My mouth had turned into a receptacle for cum, my tongue into an instrument for inducing orgasm.



I felt filthy, cheap, disgusting, humiliated. I felt no attraction for those people and performing a sexual act on them did not give me any satisfaction. I started to realize why Ramon had called it 'purification'. While my body - specifically my mouth - was inundated with other people's body fluids, my mind managed to rise above the morass and I started to realize that there was no gratification in this indiscriminate casual sex.



I also started to realize that nobody forced me to do what I did. The only reason to carry on was the hope that it would help me to win back Ramon's love and trust.



Ramon was clearly pleased when I told him what I had learned, but he gave no indication that this would change his orders in any way or reduce the target he had set me.



One thing that worried me was the approaching summer break. Most of the students would leave, either to see their parents or to travel to some sunny shore. It would drastically reduce the number of people asking me about my pendant. My own routine would also change. I would no longer spend most of my time within the confines of the university as I presently did. I assumed that people I met casually outside the university were less likely to ask about my unusual piece of jewellery, and I was apprehensive about how those who did ask would react when I offered to suck their cocks or eat their pussies. I feared that the number of refusals might go up.



A few days before end of term, when I phoned giving my progress report, Ramon told me to submit the following day's results in person, at the apartment. I didn't know what significance this order had, but hoped it was a positive sign. In any case, I was pleased about the opportunity to see him again. It had been more than three weeks since my purification began.



The wastepaper basket in the entrance hall reminded me of the rule to take off all clothes. I briefly wondered whether this included removing the pendant but decided to keep it on as a confirmation that I was following the instruction to wear it at all times. While I was pondering, Caroline's voice came from the kitchen.



"You're early, darling. Dinner won't be ready for another twenty minutes. And don't come into the kitchen or it will never get ready."



"It's not Ramon, it's me."



Caroline came out of the kitchen, a small knife in her hand, wearing only a T-shirt and nothing else. Her beautiful breasts swung freely under the thin textile and her pussy peaked below the hem of the T-shirt. How beautiful she looked! Seeing her made me feel happy. I felt like I hadn't set eyes on her for a very long time. It suddenly occurred to me that today was Wednesday, the day we used to get together for 'sex and salads'. It all seemed such a long time ago!



Caroline had a surprised look on her face. But she also appeared to be pleased to see me. She even forgot about our respective roles.



"Hi, Jacqueline, how are you?"



"My name is Cunt," I reminded her. "Ramon told me to report today's numbers in person. I'm sorry if I came at an inconvenient time."



"Oh yes, I forgot." Caroline let her eyes roam over my naked body. She seemed to remember that she was my mistress and I was her slave; that she could order me to do whatever she wanted and I would have to fulfil her desire. Her eyes caught the little silver chain with the pendant hanging around my neck.



"That's an interesting piece of jewellery you're wearing," she finally said. "Where did you get it?"



"It's my cunt. My master gave it to me, to wear at all times, to remind me and others that I'm nothing but a cunt."



The well-worn explanation took on a new significance. Maybe for the first time it sounded genuine. The next step would be to offer the questioner my oral service. But Caroline was my mistress. Could I dare to offer to lick her pussy?



"Thank you for your kind interest in this humble cunt, Madam. As a small reward, may I offer to pleasure you with my mouth?"



"I'd like that very much," Caroline replied with a smile. "I've been missing your golden tongue."



Caroline disposed of the knife in her hand before she wrapped me in her arms and covered my face with kisses. Then she lifted me up and carried me through the sitting area, up the stairs to the raised platform where she dropped me unceremoniously onto the bed. Within seconds her T-shirt lay discarded on the floor and she had joined me on the bed. This wasn't exactly what I had imagined a mistress-slave relationship to be like.



"I want your mouth all over my body, but particularly down there."



I didn't need to follow her pointing finger; I knew exactly where 'down there' was. The fact that I had spent the last three weeks or so licking dozens of pussies and sucking even more cocks was completely forgotten. My mouth lusted for this woman's body as if it hadn't touched another person for months. I had to force myself to slow down. My tongue wanted to plunge straight into the centre of her sex, but my brain told it to start slow and gently.



I kissed the nape of her neck, let my tongue play with her earlobes, then make its way gradually down to her full breasts. Her nipples stood to attention, awaiting my eager lips, my tongue, my teeth. Oh, how I enjoyed the taste of these delicious morsels, how pleased I was to hear Caroline shout her approval. By the time I reached her sex it was dripping wet - as was my own - and Caroline's head was rocking uncontrollably from side to side. She came as my tongue made the first contact with her clit. I had intended to present her with many more orgasms, but my performance was cut short when Ramon announced that dinner was ready - and that he was starving.



Neither of us had heard Ramon come into the apartment. One brief look at the two naked women on the bed told him that if he wanted dinner he would have to prepare it himself. He finished what Caroline had started and then called her to join him. He barely acknowledged my presence.



"May I bring my slave to have dinner with us?" Caroline asked, still breathing heavily, as she put on her T- shirt.



"You may. But remember, the place for dogs and slaves is under the table."



Caroline turned to me. "That reminds me. I bought you a little something," she said before she disappeared.



I hadn't thought that it was part of a mistress's role to buy presents for her slave, but any doubts were soon dispersed when she showed me the 'little something' she had bought for me: a dog collar and a leash.



"To make you feel less naked," she said as she put the red leather collar around my neck. She lead me to the floor-to-ceiling mirror so I could see myself.



"It looks pretty, doesn't it." I had to admit that it did indeed look very attractive. At a cursory look it could be mistaken for a choker, but it suggested a certain restraint, an element of bondage. If anything, it emphasised my nakedness rather than diminishing it.



"I've asked your master and he's agreed that you can wear it even when you're supposed to be naked. We'll keep it near your basket in the entrance hall so you can put it on when you arrive." She attached the leash to the collar and lead me to the dining area where I crouched under the table. She hadn't actually ordered me to wear the collar but I was sure that from now on I would put it on whenever I visited the apartment, as a sign of my obedience.



Throughout the meal, Caroline fed me small pieces of food which I would lap up eagerly. At first she just put her hand under the table for me to get the food. Then she had the idea of inserting the morsels between her pussy lips and letting me retrieve them from there. This turned my meal a lot more exciting than eating from a boring plate.



I guess that Caroline, too, found the meal which took place under the table much more interesting than the one which happened on top of it. It seems that the sensation of my mouth on her pussy made her a little careless about what she put down there. When she fed me a chunk of meat that was heavily seasoned with chilli, she shrieked. "Ai, that burns! Get it out of me, quick!"



I did my best to remove all traces of the meat and any sauce that had been clinging to it from her pussy. I could taste the heat of the spices in my mouth and imagined how it must have stung the tender flesh of her pussy. The experience made her take greater care when she selected what she would place in her slit for me, but she didn't stop. The reward for her good deed was too tempting.



When Ramon and Caroline had finished their meal, Caroline disappeared into the kitchen. I expected that Ramon would finally ask me about my progress report. When he did not mention it, I decided to bring up the subject. He cut me off in mid sentence and said, "That can wait."



"There's something else I wanted to ask you. What is that strange pendant you're wearing?"



My heart almost stood still. Did he just want to test me, check that I was following his instructions to the letter, or did he really want me to suck his cock?



I gave him the explanation I had been instructed to give and then offered to suck his cock, stressing that I would be thrilled if he accepted this little token of my gratitude.



I could hear my heart beat loud as I waited for his answer. Would he refuse, just to make my life more miserable? I was overjoyed when he dropped his trousers as a sign of his acceptance. This was the best thing to happen to me for a long time, it was even better than having been allowed to lick Caroline's pussy.



Oh, what a pleasure it was to firm my lips around his shaft, to feel him grow and get hard in my mouth, to hear him moan as a result of my efforts. Never before had I worshipped a cock as much as I did that evening. I pulled out all the stops as I licked, sucked, blew this beautiful instrument. Ramon's attempt to appear cool and unaffected stood no chance. Soon he was moaning, asking for more; his hands held onto my head to make sure I wouldn't let go of his throbbing cock as he pushed it deeper and deeper into my mouth.



I got more satisfaction from this rod in my mouth than from all the cocks I had sucked over the last three weeks put together. My master wanted me to suck his cock. It pleased him to see me gag as he thrust his tool into my throat. It pleased him to flood my mouth with his semen. What else could a humble slave wish for?



To be honest, I wished for a lot more. But I knew that the hurt I had caused him was still too fresh to expect any more from him. I wanted him to plunge his cock into my pussy, penetrate my ass, but I knew that it would take time and obedience for me to earn such favours.



Eventually, after he had wiped his softening cock on my face, leaving traces of his cum and my saliva on my cheeks, my chin, and my forehead, and forbidding me to remove those traces until I got home, Ramon told me why he hadn't been interested in today's numbers.



"You reached your target yesterday," he told me. "That's why I called you here. The first part of your purification is over. You don't need to wear the pendant any longer and you can hide the sculpture of your cunt.



If anybody continues to ask about the pendant, just ask 'what pendant?' as if it never existed. The second phase starts tomorrow. Today is a rest day."



He handed me a slip of paper with an address and told me to be there at 6 pm the following day.



"You may not see me when you get there. In that case just wait. If you do see me, do not approach me, do not interrupt what I'm doing. I will come to meet you."



Ramon gave me very detailed instructions on what to wear. Then he told me to go home and enjoy my rest day.



I woke up in the middle of the night, my pussy soaking wet and my hand buried deep in my crotch. Fragments of a dream I just had were still floating through my mind. In the dream I had been lying on a rough wooden floor, naked, my upper arms and thighs pinned down by metal cuffs which were fastened to the floorboards. I was unable to move. Between my spread legs stood a large dog, an Alsatian, wearing the dog collar Caroline had given me.



I had woken up when the dog in my dream started to lick my pussy. It seems that in my sleep I had been fingering myself to a very satisfying orgasm. The large, soft tongue I had imagined sliding along my pussy lips was in fact my own hand and the wetness didn't come from the dog's tongue but from my own juices.



I was dazed. For a while I lay still without moving. Obviously, my re-encounter with Caroline and Ramon and the fact that both of them had allowed me to pleasure them orally, had raised my lust level which had been somewhat subdued recently. And this increased sexual energy had found its outlet in my dream.



But why had I dreamt of a dog? Surely the fact that Caroline had made me wear a dog collar wasn't enough reason to make me fantasize about being licked by a dog? Had my pent-up lust, the result of almost four weeks of enforced abstinence, become so strong that I got turned on by thinking about such a perverted act? Even my free spirit which did not know any sexual taboos could not accept the idea of having sex with animals. Had I turned into a pervert?



I calmed myself by reminding me that I hadn't actually let any dog near my pussy. I had just dreamt about it, and I couldn't be held responsible for my dreams. I had no control over them.



What should I do now? I had made myself come during my sleep. That was a punishable offence, wasn't it? Ramon had declared the day a rest day between two phases of my purification, but he hadn't stated that I was allowed to satisfy myself. On the other hand, there was no penalty fixed anymore for disobeying his orders. It wouldn't increase my target by ten, because that phase had been completed; I had already exceeded my target. Ramon would have to set a new penalty if he found out. I decided to risk it and give my pussy the satisfaction it longed for.



As I let my fingers roam all over my pussy, I thought of Ramon. I recalled the sensation of him fucking my pussy, my ass, him sucking my nipples, licking my pussy. I thought of Caroline, of Lola, of Sylvie and Mirabelle, of Pablo and Rui, of Charlotte, even of the beggar whose name I didn't know. I also tried to remember the people I had satisfied during the first phase of my purification, but they were just pussies or cocks without faces, without names. I did not feel any remorse as I visualised scenes of mindless sex. Maybe it was true. Maybe I really was just a cunt that wanted nothing more than be fucked.



When I woke up the next morning, Arlette was already up and about. I wasn't in a hurry to get up; it was Thursday, the day when I had nothing scheduled during the morning. Without looking at me, Arlette said, "I may have asked you this before, but I'm still intrigued about the significance of that pendant you're wearing."



Arlette had been asking me the same question, almost every day, usually first thing in the morning.



"What pendant?" I asked.



"The one around your neck, dear."



"I'm not wearing any."



Arlette looked at me and noticed that, in fact, the chain with the pendant around my neck was no longer there. "Alright, I rephrase my question: What's the meaning of this sculpture over your desk."



"What sculpture?"



My question made her check. She didn't see the sculpture over my desk, nor anywhere else in the room.



"What happened? You're no longer his slave? You're no longer a cunt?" There was some disappointment coming through in her voice.



"I'm still his slave. I'm still a cunt." It made me think of the conclusion I had reached during the night as I was masturbating. "It's just that phase one of my training terminated yesterday."



"Yesterday! You wouldn't want to grant an old friend and roommate a small extension?" Arlette lay back on her bed and spread her legs suggestively.



I told her that I wasn't authorized to grant any extensions.



"That's a real pity," she said, still sounding a little disappointed. "Just as I was getting used to my early morning orgasm."



After a while Arlette picked up the conversation. "Now I understand! It seems that you celebrated the end of phase one in style last night. You sounded like you had several men hidden under your bed sheet."



I blushed without really knowing why, but didn't offer any explanation.



"So, after phase one comes phase two, right? When does it start and what charitable acts are you going to perform next?"



"It starts tonight, but I don't know what it involves. I'll let you know as soon as I find out - if you're interested, that is."



"Yes, please! I'm dying to hear the next episode of 'The life of a slave'. But unfortunately that will have to wait some time. I'm off to the _Côte d'azur_ this afternoon."

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Hermione slid all the way down the row, picking the seat at the very end for herself. Ron and Harry followed suit, realizing quickly how odd all the students looked bunched up together in the expansive classroom. Like their transfigurations hall, this chamber featured several broad steps which descended from the doors towards the rear in order to ensure everyone had a clear view of the teacher, although it looked amazingly larger from the inside then they could have thought possible. Perched at the very top of one of Hogwarts' dizzying spires, its size was clearly enhanced by magic.



It was fitting as part of the mystique surrounding this particular class that even Hermione had no idea where they really were. Gryffindor Tower was a hike and a half up from the first floor as it was, and this place soared a few stories above that. As was the case with every new part of the school that they discovered over the course of their tenure there, it was amusing how nobody had really noticed the seldom-trod corridor just a stone's throw away from the Fat Lady. Not that they would have been able to get very far however -- like the third floor chamber during their freshman year, this place was guarded. Hermione supposed that Sir Cadogan posed little challenge to someone determined enough to sneak in, but the knight did seem to have an odd gleam of honor about him as he checked to ensure only fourth years were passing.



The young sorceress was positively glowing in anticipation of the coming lesson. Charms and history of magic were things she could wrap her brain around and conquer easily, but this was the cryptic "SI" each had been silently hoping would appear on the schedule. Most (especially the girls) professed loudly (amongst themselves, of course) to greatly rue being asked to participate in such an embarrassing, public forum. In truth, though, they were secretly just as excited as their male counterparts. It *was* optional, of course, but very few decided to approach the Headmaster and request to be excused. As it were, none elected to stay behind that year.



Sexual Instruction was much more than a rite of passage among the students. Up until their third year, most didn't even have a clue about Hogwarts' opportunity to guide its pubescent flock in discovering their adulthood in an open, comfortable environment. In the magical world, initiations were Serious Business, and even dark wizards didn't mess around lest their kid always have the specter of not being able to hack a task that a dozen mudbloods passed every year. Many students were delighted that they would not only be allowed to taste the forbidden fruit, but actually encouraged. And those that still had shy misgivings about doing such things usually found peer pressure to be an adequate motivator.



Truth be told, Hermione was on the fluttery side. Sure, she would get to see boys in the buff as much as she wanted, but the other edge of the sword meant that THEY would get an unlimited view of her boobies and puss. She'd have to let anyone look too, not just her best friends, and after that the encounters would become more and more intimate until they finally got around to the big "F". Part of the open nature of the program ensured that anyone could discontinue with no questions asked (by the professor, at least) if it got to be too much for them, but Hermione was rather sure she wouldn't still be a virgin by year's end.



The only caveat she was really worried about was that everyone was encouraged mix and match with different partners, especially those from other Houses with whom they normally wouldn't get more then acquainted with except under these circumstances. Again, it was the double-sided blade of SI which tried to coax students out of the shells they'd build around themselves for three years and bring them more in tune with the open community they would have to join after graduation. Thankfully, her first lesson paired Gryffindor with Ravenclaw -- this was a place where Hermione could really do without Malfoy and his crew.



Though the trio had made sure to arrive early by more than twenty minutes, it was obvious that everyone else had thought similar. Ere the clock even hit quarter-to, the sounds of the boys fidgeting in their seats joined with anxious whispers from the girls, escalating slowly into a heady din. The crowd knew that this would be a far more serious setting than anything so far in their wizarding careers, but even that heavy weight couldn't stop the youngsters from apprehensively chatting.



Only the entrance of their teacher managed to do that, and when the doors at last opened just shy of the hour, all noise ceased instantly.



"Professor McGonagall?" the Corner boy blurted out, echoing the thoughts of every other student in the room. The boys in particular expressed looks of utter horror, watching months of frantic, immature fantasies up and vanish like farts in the wind. Before he could get a response, however, Michael caught his gaffe with a look of sickening dread. Rumors abounded about those who'd had the privilege to attend this class terminated for not taking it seriously, and suddenly it seemed like he might have blown his chance already.



"Well, whom did you expect?" McGonagall quipped once she reached her desk, dropping her things and narrowing her eyes at the upstart. He looked rather silly now, gaping openmouthed as if expecting her blast him with lightning bolts from her hands. "Relax, Mr. Corner..." she insisted, breathing deeply and making large circles with her arms to illustrate. "Though I can't read minds yet, I know exactly what you're thinking. What can an old woman teach us about fucking?"



Upon hearing the taboo word, all eighteen teenagers bolted upright in their seats. Those that had been sitting proper already nearly hurt their backs from jerking up so suddenly, but still kept their gaze fixed firmly on the professor. She couldn't have just said...



"Yes, that's one term for it, although you'll not hear it from me again." McGonagall continued, scanning the assembled group of wizards and witches. "I believe in being frank. By the end of next semester we will hopefully have covered enough ground that hearing the word 'sex' won't cause you all to erupt in fits of giggles, but it's still a long way off."



"HOWEVER..." she enunciated, making it clear the next piece of information was particularly important. "You will have to study and work just as hard here as any other subject. Of course this class has the capability to be the most enjoyable of your seven years, but you are not here just to fool around. Those that don't take the material seriously and let themselves get carried away will be asked to leave."



"And above all, a word of caution to the men..." McGonagall paused, extending one finger out in a menacing gesture. The next sentence came out so cold and pitiless it made even Minerva herself shiver a bit from its power. "If any of you dare let your hormones get so out of hand that you make force yourself on one of the ladies, I assure you that your remaining adolescence will be spent in Azkaban."



For a few moments, she stood there basking in the satisfaction that Dumbledore had indeed made the right decision, as usual. Though she felt Hagrid's recent promotion represented a sobering change of pace in the curriculum, she couldn't imagine letting someone like him try to control a room full of horny teenagers. As Moody would have agreed, constant vigilance was required to ensure the program proceeded at the same delicate pace that had served since time immemorial. One small mistake once they got down to the big-league topics, and more than a few girls would go home with bigger bellies than they arrived with...



The shock wore off quickly under the lingering tension of a Friday afternoon. Though Professor McGonagall's warning was stern indeed, it was not in the least bit enough to dissuade any from wishing they were a year younger when they would have already been back in their Houses and looking forward to the all-too brief weekend respite. Excitement for the topic at hand did take a large dive, though, the moment their instructor reached into her bottomless tartan bag and began pulling out textbooks by the pair.



"Guess we're not going to jump right into the good stuff, eh?" Ron scribbled into his notebook, casually pointing his quill at the line so Harry could read it. Hermione caught it out of the corner of her eye and nudged him hard, causing her friends to burst out in silent smirks. Guiltily, Ron blotted it out, but not before Hermione felt a pang of agreement with him. It would have been relieving in a way to just start wading in. Wasn't this class supposed to be different?



The books, it was explained, were charmed only to open in the room they were currently sitting in case one of the younger students got any bright ideas. Lisa Turpin timidly held up her hand until called on, almost cringing at the audacity of asking the first question. Luckily, McGonagall was no opponent of intelligent queries, and kindly explained that all studying would of course have to be done in this classroom. Had Lisa been willing to look the professor in the eye, she could have caught a tiny glimmer there that suggested that Minerva was actually hiding something from her pupils, but the moment passed without further incident.



As expected, the title-less works featured none of the hardcore images that most fourteen-year-olds had already come across by way of their friends in locker rooms. Hermione glanced over successive pages detailing the growth of a male (the moving subjects flexing and beaming innocently to try and get her to blush) without so much as an upturned eye. Harry and Ron, meanwhile, turned straight away to the back to get a glimpse of the advanced topics, but were both clearly thwarted by the nearly medical way intercourse was depicted by books' own lackluster subjects-- no extraneous movements or expressions to indicate the act was in any way fun. One woman demonstrating on top of her lover even covered herself and wagged a disapproving finger at Harry, pointing towards the beginning of the book where she knew he was supposed to be reading. Groaning inwardly, he wearily complied just as McGonagall began her lecture.



For all the students' expectations, their first lesson went at a mind-numbingly slow pace. First there was a lengthy set of rules to be committed to memory now that they were becoming adults -- number one being to retain the privacy of the material even if they felt they had a duty to warn their siblings. Not a few eyes glanced over to Ron, who immediately concerned himself with repeatedly erasing and rewriting a word on his parchment until it very nearly tore. Gone too, they were told, were the days of innocent pranks to try and spy on each other in various stages of undress, or using magic to make clothes levitate, disappear, or become transparent. Of course, there was also a large section on what "No" meant, accompanied by a picture of a cheeky boy getting his comeuppance by way of a girlfriend's open palm.



"Almost all these rules are made for us!" Seamus Finnegan mused out loud, startling when he heard his own voice. Luckily, the professor was back to the same understanding mood she'd been at the beginning, calmly placing her book down on the table to answer him.



"That's because boys are the only ones who break them!" she quipped succinctly, winking at the girls (who were all in perfect agreement). Perhaps this wasn't going to be as stimulating as they'd hoped, but at least it wouldn't be as worse as they'd feared.



After the preliminaries were taken care of, McGonagall plowed full steam ahead into the first chapter concerning the history of sexual enlightenment among the wizarding world. Unlike most Muggle histories, which were rife with egregious example of persecution towards woman and homosexuals (to only name a few), that kind of barbarism had either never existed among the high folk, or was so far removed from history that it had indeed passed out of all knowledge.



There were still scattered instances where sex played a large part in things, however. Even impeccable archmages sometimes succumbed to dueling over the affection of a beautiful sorceress, although it was grudgingly pointed out that more than a handful of witches had also denigrated into combat after being jilted. Shortly following these instances were usually great crusades called to force righteousness upon backwards cultures that had finally evolved enough to learn the ways of magic, most often in Africa or the Middle East where justice had yet to catch up. Hermione noted with a wry smile that at least some Ministers of Magic had more than Cornelius Fudge's pitiful degree of courage.



McGonagall was just about to reach a sidenote about Ketan the Mad, a black necromancer who began raiding villages for maidens to breed with giants from the northern wastes. His massive army would eventually be defeated by the Supreme Mugwump Council, but none in the class would find that out until next week. The head of Gryffindor House happened to notice just how low in the sky the sun was hanging and promptly shut her own aged tome. Harry could scarcely believe his watch, but an astounding two and a half hours had passed in the airy spire. Noticing his companions bearing equally surprised looks, he quickly muttered something about the professor never having lost track of the time like that. All Ron could respond with was an approving "At least the stuff's more interesting without Binns..."



Hermione held her opinion as long as she could -- which was all the way until dinner. Glaring annoyedly at the two of them nonchalantly piling mashed sweet potatoes onto their plates, it was only after the bushy-haired girl huffed in exasperation that Harry finally inquired what was the matter.



"Everything!" she hissed, catching the attention of Ginny and her friends sitting a few feet away. Leaning back and closing her eyes, she forced herself back into control before lowering her voice to go on. "Don't you feel a little..." she groaned, struggling to find the right word.



"Hungry?" Harry answered weakly.



"Famished." Ron added forcefully.



"Betrayed!" Hermione snapped, flashing her eyes at Ginny, who was clearly eavesdropping. The Weasley girl guiltily turned her attention back to her own group.



"About what, the class?" Harry asked, going about the buttering of his biscuits. "Well, you didn't really think all the rumors were true, did you?" Hermione's face turned bright red.



"Of course not..." she said quickly, trying to save herself and doing a very poor job of it. "It's just that..."



But Ron would have none of it. He'd seen the look she had, and knew what a rare jewel it was at once -- Hermione being embarrassed beyond the capacity for rational thought. Ignoring the tiny voice of reason within urging him not to tease the girl who featured in so many of his dreams of late, he went for the jugular.



"No..." he interrupted, a wide grin appearing on his face. "No, you really believed it! You thought we were all going to get to shag each other, didn't you!"



"Keep your voice down!" Hermione answered hotly, desperate to slip out of the noose she'd stumbled into. Could it really be that she'd fretted and dwelled on a joke for so long and these two numbskulls had seen right through it?



"So did we..." Harry added wisely, all too keenly noticing how his friend's crisis alarm was about to go off, and having much better sense then Ron on what buttons shouldn't be pushed. "I guess it *was* too good to be true..."



The elephant-in-the-living-room that had been following the fourth years around all week suddenly seemed to pull up a chair beside the trio and plop himself down. Acutely aware of having just revealed he'd hoped to see Hermione naked, Harry offered a weak smile and hastily attacked his food. The others tended to their meals in silence as well, only one mind continuing to work furiously as her plate emptied. Even after the meal, she continued to muse silently in one of the Gryffindor common room's armchairs as her pals played a game of chess by the fire.



"Why would there be such a big deal, then?" she announced suddenly, drifting out of her stupor and looking at them plainly as if no time had transpired. "With keeping it a secret..."



The boys looked around instinctively to see if anyone else could hear them -- the lesson's grave warning had been well drilled into their heads. By this hour, though, most students were up to making mischief or getting started on their homework, depending on how close they were to the dreaded O.W.L exams. The few second-years on the other side of the room couldn't possibly make anything out from so far away.



"Beats me..." Ron shrugged helpfully as he casually annihilated one of Harry's rooks. "Just a big gag, I guess."



"I don't think so..." Harry interjected, remarkably calm given that he was getting his ass being handed to him in the game, already down six pieces and both knights. "I'd believe Fred and George were in on it, but not McGonagall."



"Yeah, it was a mite weird." Ron concurred, rapidly losing interest in the chessboard as an opportunity arose to discuss sex with a member of the fairer gender. He'd actually been much more distraught than she over the realization that they might not actually get a chance to do everything in that book together under the guise of learning. It would have taken a death eater to force him to admit it, though.



"You think maybe it gets more... in-depth?" Harry pondered, looking back and forth between his companions for strength to fight a giggle.



"Oh, why can't we just say it?" Hermione grumbled, apparently back to her own self now that she had her footing. "I mean, if you can teach Ron to not cringe at the sound of 'Voldemort', then I can say -- fuck. We ALL thought they'd let us fuck each other."



A moment of silence passed without any funny faces of noises.



"Hooray, we did it!" she continued sarcastically, pulling her chair closer to them nonetheless. It was one thing to use vulgar language in the effort to solve another mystery, but she didn't want to sound like a slut. "Okay, so Fred and George kept dropping hints that we would get *some* kind of sex-ed course this year. What made it different than any of the other nonsense they try and get us to believe?"



"Mum was saying weird things all summer about me getting to be a man soon..." Ron added thoughtfully. Hermione couldn't help herself and masked a chortle behind some coughing. Ron didn't notice, and turned instead to Harry for confirmation. "You, mate?"



"The Dursleys wouldn't even buy me a cup for gym at my old school." he muttered dryly. "Much less care if Hogwarts is basically going to flaunt the biggest Muggle taboo."



"And at the pace we're going..." Hermione added lightheartedly. "What will professor McGonagall say when we finish the book? 'Allright, then, knock yourselves out?'" This produced a healthy round of laughs from the group.



"It wouldn't really be all that bad, would it?" Ron said wistfully, echoing the sentiment for the three of them.



"Oh, Ron..." Hermione sighed, looking at him with an almost pained face. "It's not that... I mean, of course I want to know what sex is like, but just... not with you!"



Ron stared back at her as if he'd just been hit full force in the chest with a bludger.



A split second later, Hermione realized what she'd just said with a horrifying bolt of grief. "I'm so sorry, Ron..." she sputtered as soon as humanly possible, stumbling to get the words out. "God, I didn't mean it like that at all. It's just..." There was a tremendous, weighty pause as she tried to find the words to express herself, but none came, and she simply foundered.



"You don't want to risk ruining our being friends." Harry said flatly, trying to look noble as if he agreed with the statement, but feeling terribly shallow inside. Though he would eventually grow up to a wizard worthy of tale and song, for the moment he was only a fourteen year old kid who would gladly wager camaraderie for a chance to touch her. It wasn't foolish by any stretch of the imagination -- he couldn't help feeling any other way at his age.



Hermione lit up upon hearing that, glad to think that Harry was indeed growing into the wise, controlled person he could need to be in the future. "To me, Ron..." she hurriedly went on. "It's be like you and Ginny having to do it. We're just too close!"



"I know..." Ron lied, somehow able to sense the same wave of guilt coming off Harry. He was just now starting to come to terms with the fact that he liked Hermione. Not just as a friend, but *really* liked her. When his bunkmates all came back at the beginning of term with the same story he'd heart bout this wonderful ice-breaker Hogwarts had to help pair up its students, the idea seemed too awesome to be possible. Harry would hold back because his eyes were on Cho Chang, and he would finally have a place to tell Hermione how he felt without sounding like he was just trying to use her for free sex -- because they would have already gotten past that!



He felt only marginally less crappy, but squeezed a smile out of his lips and blathered a pleasantry. The tension between them was near straining at this point, and everyone understood that staying would serve no purpose. After Hermione excused herself to round off a potions assignment so tomorrow's workload would be completely Snape-less, the boys floundered through the rest of their chess game. Neither had their heart in it, and played so sloppily that each queen was in check for several rounds before the other realized it could be taken. Eventually, both ambled off to bed with heavy hearts, wondering how a day lined with such promise could turn out so rotten inside.



Going to bed so early wasn't usual for Hermione, but she couldn't think of anything else to do that wouldn't involve passing Harry and Ron downstairs. Her roommates, Parvati and Lavender, had left earlier to go nick some food from the kitchens with the Weasley twins. Though she never had allowed the pleasure of rubbing herself between the legs in her Hogwarts bed due to the danger of being disturbed, that night the urge would not be denied.



The conversation awoke such conflicted and confused feelings in her, Hermione was no longer sure which voice was hers any longer. Was it the inhibited side carefully rationalizing that there were other things in like besides books and exams? That maybe being a virgin wasn't such a big deal, and she was missing out on truly enjoying the best years of her life? If so, why the strong jerk from her unconscious mind every time she thought about doing it with Harry or Ron? They were as close as siblings -- who better to help and be helped in learning about this part of herself? Maybe it was only a Freudian mental block she was feeding by all this pointless wheel-spinning.



Then again, she could be falling into a trap of blindly conforming to what her peers were doing. More than anything, Hermione had always prided herself on being her own person and deciding things based on careful dissection, not rash judgements. If all else, she could always choose to liberally explore her sexual side later -- a few years really wouldn't make much difference. Once she decided to lay down with a boy, though, there was no turning back.



In the end, the troubled witch realized she was going in circles and snuck over to Parvati's bunk, sliding a butterbeer out from between the steel mesh which supported each Hogwarts mattress. They all knew that while the teachers turned a blind eye to drinking the stuff in town because it didn't have too much alcohol in it, it would probably be a good idea not to get caught with it in the castle. A spontaneous girl-power moment during their inaugural trip to Hogsmeade had led the ladies to smuggled a dozen or so bottles back hidden in bags of sweets and souvenirs, not even daring to tell the guys. Contrary to their counterparts' belief, girls did not simply disapparate upon ascending the staircase to the female quarters and then reappear come morning with nothing in-between. Hermione loved the fact that not only did she have a sort of secret life up here, but that Harry and Ron would never even question any of it existed.



Tiptoeing in her stocking feet across the cool stone, she glided over to the door and pulled it open halfway, knowing it was a better tradeoff to hear every raspy step and amplified conversation than to muffled them and possibly get surprised with a hand down her pants. With a giddy smile as she scampered back under the covers, Hermione twisted the top of her bootlegged suds off and downed a quarter of it in one gulp. She leaned over and grabbed a book off her shelf in case either of the girls returned, taking greedy swigs from the bottle every few seconds. In short order her tummy was full and her brain pleasantly addled by the booze just enough to loosen her up.



It only took a moment to realize that feeling her womanhood through loose pajamas was infinitely more satisfying than trying to pet her slit through the tight fabric of a pair of panties. That first glorious rush of gratification swept through her whole body, enhanced by both the alcohol in her system and the ease with which she could pinch the folds in her clothing and rub them across that tender swath of flesh. As always, the first few minutes were absolute heaven as her budding clitoris begged for softer stimulation, her body knowing all-too-well what was best.



Eventually the blazing warmth died down a bit, but Hermione was determined to wring every last drop of gratification from her vagina until soreness forced her to ease back and let it rest. The harsh method she used to masturbate did indeed feel wonderful at first, but unfortunately stimulated her loins entirely too much to last until she could climax. As it were, Hermione had no idea that there was ecstasy so far beyond this simple happiness.



She even allowed herself to moan softly in appreciation of her own touch, something that wasn't possible anywhere else but in the female showers downstairs (and assuming nobody else was around). It felt so marvelous to keep going and still feel so horny -- even without looking at a clock Hermione knew that this would be a record-breaking frig session. Constantly switching hands so she wouldn't tire too soon, it was only the occasional mini-stroke each time she heard someone blunder up the stairs that kept her from finally having an orgasm that night. After the interminable wait before she could be certain that they had gotten off on a lower floor or continued upwards, the panting girl went right on chafing her downy privates, dreading the building irritation that would force her to stop.



Alas, like a thief it came, stealing away the magnificent rush and leaving only longing and frustration in its place. The minutes after were always cruel, but it was a small price to pay for those fantastic minutes of absolute bliss. Rolling onto her belly, Hermione magicked the lights off with her wand and let it clang sharply on the floor, too wound up to even consider retrieving it. Her crotch felt like it was on fire -- already burning through her damp pajama bottoms and leaving the tell-tale scent she would discover in the morning. That could be taken care of then, however.



In fact, the only other thing she managed to drag herself to do was slip the butterbeer bottle under the bedspread with her. True, a house elves would otherwise have taken it away without saying anything, but that still felt sloppy. The whole point was to get away with it -- a naughtily appealing idea that excited her almost as much as playing with herself. As she drifted off to sleep, the brilliant wizardress was left with one last thought rolling around in her head.



"What if sex is even better...?"

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There was complete silence for almost the entire car ride. At first I wasn't sure if Greg wanted it that way or if he was uncomfortable and unsure of what to say. We were stopped at a red light when a woman walking a Dalmatian crossed in front of us. She was wearing a white fur coat with black spots and looked like the human twin of her dog. Greg broke the silence by saying, "If I were that pooch I'd be mighty offended."



I didn't respond and kept my eyes forward. Greg turned to me, and out of the corner of my eye I could see that he was smiling. He shrugged and said, "I can't tell who's walking who."



That's when I knew he was uncomfortable. I didn't say anything. Greg's smile slowly dropped. If there was a slight amount of tension in the car before, it had just doubled. A horn behind us honked because the light was green. Greg hit the gas and didn't say anything else for the rest of the ride.



It wasn't that I was trying to be a bitch, I was just holding in my emotions. I'd wanted to cry all day. But I didn't want to do it in front of Greg or any of his family, didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing me vulnerable. I wanted them to see a woman who was standing tall, not ashamed of who or what she was and able to take tragedy without turning into a puddle of tears. Especially after the way they'd treated me.



I wasn't sure if Greg's offer to give me a ride home came from genuine sincerity or if someone had dumped the responsibility on him. I should have left with my friends when they took off, but something - pride, stubbornness, or most likely spite - made me stick around until almost everyone was gone. Very few of the family talked to me or even acknowledged my presence, which seemed to make it all the more important for me to stick around, so they would remember that I had been a part of her life too.



When we pulled up in front of my building I uttered a thank you, figuring I should get out quickly and save us both from any more uncomfortable time together. But before I could open the door Greg said, "Keisha?"



"Yes?" I responded, without looking at him.



"I'm sorry," he said, "for the way my family behaves around you."



It should have cut the tension in half, yet somehow it didn't work. I wasn't exactly sure how I was going to respond to his statement, but Greg continued before I had the chance. "They're a conservative bunch of people. And with Monica being the baby of the family, well, that just made it worse." He paused for a moment and I realized he couldn't look at me either. "They just wanted to think that it was some kind of phase she was going through."



"It was not a phase," I spat out with anger, "and she was twenty-seven, not a baby."



"I know," Greg said. Then he turned to look at me. "And I know it wasn't just some phase. I think I knew it since we were teenagers. Just one of those things you kind of sense, you know?" Greg waited for a response but I offered none. He continued, "Anyway, I'm not trying to excuse the way they behaved, in fact I'm telling you I know it's not right and I'm sorry I played along with it." He turned and looked out at the street. "My cousin really loved you and we should have understood that. To tell you the truth, I don't think Monica had half as much of a problem with the family accepting her for who she was as she did with how we treated you."



There was a long silence after that, but the tension was gone, at least for me. I realized I needed to ease it for Greg, but couldn't think of how.



Finally I said, "When I came out to my dad...he laughed."



Greg turned to me and I looked at him. "Not the kind of reaction you'd usually expect, but if you knew my dad," I smiled, both for emphasis and the thought of my father. Greg smiled too. "He was such a joker," I continued, "and a wiseass. He laughed at a lot of things in life. But it was the kind of laughter that came as a reaction to how horrible and twisted life could be, because if he didn't laugh the only other options were anger or depression. So when he was done laughing he told me 'Honey, you're a woman, you're black, and now you're gay. All you need is a disability and you'll be the Minority Queen.'"



Greg laughed outright and so did I. When we finished I shook my head. "And in that wonderfully fucked up way of his I immediately knew what my dad was saying. That I'd better prepare for having a hard time with people accepting me."



Greg's smile faded and so did mine. We both looked straight ahead. Greg said, "You're father sounds like a wise man."



I took a deep breath. "He was. And he was right about a lot of things." I turned towards Greg again. "But it's people like you that prove he could be wrong sometimes." I leaned over and kissed Greg on the cheek. "Thank you."



I got out of the car before he could say anything else.



Walking up the stairs to my apartment brought back memories, specifically of that day, six months ago, which was the last time I could remember feeling any kind of happiness. A day when I was running up those stairs with only joy and excitement coursing through my body because I'd just found out I'd landed a promotion at work, something I had been working on and sweating over for months. Monica kept telling me I'd get it even though I worried and fretted, so I was dying to tell her. When I burst through the door she was sitting on the couch.



"You will never guess what happened!" I yelled. And that was exactly the last moment of happiness I had. The look on Monica's face told me there was something wrong, very wrong. She was home early because she had an appointment with the doctor and suddenly I put the two together in my head.



Yeah, that was the last moment of happiness I can remember.



It was cancer, and it was long past the doctor's ability to do much about it. Sure, there were some last ditch efforts and the possibility of taking part in a new experimental drug. Lots of researching on my part with everything from doctors working on the extreme edges of science to holistic and natural remedies to positive thinking therapy, but nothing worked and here I was six months later, walking through the door to the apartment again.



And this time she was gone. Forever.



Crying should have been the first thing on my agenda, I'd been holding it in all day, but I was so tired that I went to the bedroom and laid down on the bed and passed out. When I woke up the sun was setting. I went into the living room and saw there were some messages on the machine.



My fingers went to touch the play button, and that's when it happened. A flash of memory from when Monica and I bought the machine - we got into an intense argument about whether to get it in silver or black (I won). It was one of those stupid arguments that started over something small and blossomed to the point where it's more about anger than the small thing that started it. After spending the entire ride home bringing up every single thing that bothered both of us about each other, we got into a screaming match in the parking lot and finally ended up apologizing for everything we ever did to piss each other off in the stairwell. The makeup sex started as soon as we walked through the door when she pushed me against the wall and started kissing me. Now I was alone with the stupid silver answering machine. Somehow I wished I could go back and let her win the argument. I shook my head and chalked it all up to not eating anything all day.



More memory flashes came in the kitchen. The microwave was the second one we owned together, only because we dropped the first on the way up the stairs. The utensil drawer held two sets of silverware that didn't even come close to matching - the cheap stuff from my college apartment and her grandmother's ornate set that was older than our building. The Liberty Bell salt and pepper shakers were from a romantic weekend in Philadelphia where we spent the entire time having sex in our hotel room. We realized we needed something to remember the trip and picked them up in the gift shop after checking out. I made food quickly and left the kitchen.



Eating and watching television kept my mind busy for a little while. But once all the food was in my stomach I started noticing how every damn story on television has a romance blooming, in trouble or ending. Don't these stupid writers have anything else to write about? Then I remembered when Monica wrote a poem about the first time she saw me. I could recall some of the lines and started reciting them to myself and suddenly I started crying.



I turned off the television and curled up on the couch. My nose was buried in the cushion and I smelled the same scent I'd smelled all those times we spent curled up here. Monica would usually lay behind me and start by kissing my neck, soft, light kisses that made me moan. Then she'd press her lips against one spot and let her tongue come between them to touch my skin. Her hand would slide slowly up and down my side until she finally got under my shirt and...



No, no. I wasn't going to do this to myself. I needed to keep it together.



But the more I told myself that, the more I felt myself slipping. I looked around the room for some kind of help, but all I saw were things that brought back more memories of Monica. The computer she always screamed at, the do-it-yourself cabinet that we put together backwards, the desk lamp we both hated but kept around, pictures of us every place we'd been. My eyes fell on the picture of us at her uncle's cabin. I walked over and picked it up, staring at the two of us with wide smiles on our faces. That was what did it. I started into an outright bawl and dropped to the floor, clutching the picture to my chest and calling her name several times. The picture reminded me that at twenty-nine years old I was already a widow.



I had to get out of the apartment. Jumping to my feet, I barely stopped to grab my jacket and keys before I was out the door. When I got to the street I looked both ways, unsure of where I was headed. I realized I needed to do something extreme to get my mind off of things. Suddenly I knew what that was. I walked the three blocks to a local bar, but I wasn't there for a drink. Alcoholism runs in my family, so I always avoided using booze to ease my pains. I used something else.



When I walked in the door someone grabbed my arm. This was no surprise since most of my friends hang out there. But the person on the other end of that arm was Asian Andy. When he was a baby Andy was abandoned on the steps of a church, and since he doesn't know his exact ethnic background he just calls himself Asian Andy. His hair is down to his shoulders and he wore one of the six hundred heavy metal T-shirts in his wardrobe. For a laid back guy, Andy always has a serious look on his face and tonight was no different. If I didn't know any better I'd think he was waiting for me to walk in.



"Keisha, don't do it. This is a mistake."



I yanked my arm away from him. "Stop it Andy," I said and walked away as fast as I could. Andy is a sweetheart, but he claims to have psychic visions that predict the future, and that bothered the hell out of me. I'm a firm believer in self-determination, that our destinies are not written and we have the power to choose our own fate. It's why I don't practice religion, read horoscopes, call psychics, use Ouija boards or toss pennies into fountains. So Andy's visions have become more of an annoyance for me on principal. I decided not to worry about it and concentrate on what I came for.



My eyes looked up and down the bar until I finally I spotted him. He also has long hair, except it's brown and curly, and where Andy is medium height and thin, Baked Bob is a large framed man who towers over most people. Usually he wears T-shirts as well, but Bob was still in his suit from the funeral. He was talking to an attractive woman that I recognized but couldn't place. I walked up to them and smiled.



"Excuse me, sorry to interrupt," I said.



Bob smiled. "Keish! Didn't expect to see you out tonight, I mean, after the funeral and..." he suddenly turned to the woman. "My friend Keisha here is a lesbian. You know what I always say about her, 'Real men don't eat Keish'."



His female companion laughed. Something seemed strange about Bob; he was acting weird and talking too fast. I realized I needed to cut to the chase. "Bob, I need some pot."



Baked Bob looked like a deer caught in the headlights. He got up and excused himself and pulled me over to the wall. "Your timing sucks ass."



I looked into his eyes and saw something I'd never seen before - they were clear. That's what was wrong with him. "Holy shit," I said. "Are you straight?"



He sighed. "I didn't want to smoke before the funeral today. I figured I owed Monica at least that." While Monica smoked pot once in a while, she objected to Bob's twenty-four seven diet. Bob smiled, "And then I met the lovely lady over there and we've been together the rest of the day."



"Wait...you picked up a girl at the funeral?!"



Bob nodded with vigor. "Crazy, right? I never thought about it before, but funerals got loads of opportunity. You're with all these girls you've never met and you all have something in common to talk about already, you know? 'How'd you know the deceased?' It's the perfect icebreaker."



I shook my head. Monica had to be turning over in her grave right now. Bob continued, "And not only do I meet a chick, but she's so into me. We spent the day together, and I mean the whole day! It's like she doesn't want to be without me."



I looked over at the woman, and then it hit me. "Fuck, Bob, that's Monica's cousin Leslie!"



"So?"



"So she's insane!"



Bob laughed. "Well, Monica always said any girlfriend of mine would have to be."



"No, I mean literally insane! She was committed for two years because she was obsessed with some married guy and tried to kill his wife!"



"Really?" Bob looked over at Leslie. "Cool."



"Cool!" I yelled. Bob put up his hands to quiet me down. I caught my breath. "I tell you she's a lethal head case and you say 'cool'?"



"Yeah. I mean, haven't you ever wished you had someone so into you that they'd kill for you?"



Suddenly my heart sank. Bob's jaw dropped and he put his hands on my shoulders. "Keish, I'm sorry, I didn't..."



I pushed his hands off. "Don't," I said, keeping myself calm and trying to keep Monica out of my head. "Don't worry about it. I just need some stuff."



"I don't have any here. But..." Baked Bob looked like he was in thought, which was a strange look on him. "I know someone who has some stuff, and she's nearby."



Bob said he would call ahead and tell this woman I was coming. I had to take a taxi to the address he gave. The whole ride over I kept thinking about what Asian Andy said to me. Deep down I knew I shouldn't even be entertaining the thought, especially since I don't believe anyone has psychic ability. But there's just something about Andy. I've seen him in action, and while he's not a hundred percent correct all the time, his track record was good enough for me to wonder if he was the real deal.



The address was in a part of town with large mansions, where rich people are separated from the common riff raff by endless front lawns and tall bushes. The actual distance was only two miles, but in so many ways it's light years from my area where apartment buildings and small row houses sit right on top of each other. It took about as long to walk to the front door as it does for me to walk up to my fifth floor apartment from the street. Right as I was about to touch the bell the door swung open. There was an Asian woman standing there wearing a bra, panties and a sheer bed jacket. Many Asian women can be hard to judge age-wise - this one could have been anywhere from sixteen to thirty-six.



"Renee?" I asked.



"No. You must be Keisha. Lady Renee has been expecting you. Come in." I walked in and she shut the door behind me. The foyer was lit with several candles and a chandelier that barely illuminated the area around it. The woman stepped in front of me. "Lady Renee will see you in the master bedroom. Follow me please."



I had to keep myself from laughing at all this pomp and circumstance. Lady Renee? She's been expecting me? There had to be ten or fifteen minutes between the time I left Bob and the time I got there. And this woman must have been waiting by the window in order to open the door before I had a chance to ring the bell. What was really strange was the master bedroom part, unless Renee was an invalid.



I followed her through the foyer into the living room. It looked very fancy, but in a strange way, like the designer was on crack. Each corner of the room had a long piece of fabric hanging down from the ceiling with an excess bunch piled on the floor. Every piece was a different color and none of them matched the couch or chairs. Somehow every one of the knick-knacks around the room managed to look out of place, and instead of being one piece, the mirror above the fireplace was a bunch of smaller mirrors of different sizes and shapes. It looked like a puzzle that would never come together.



As we walked up the stairs I could see the thong the woman was wearing through the sheer fabric of the bed jacket. There was a tattoo on her right butt cheek that I couldn't make out. She wore an anklet on her left ankle, and when I looked closer I realized it looked like diamonds. Either it was a really good fake or one of the most expensive pieces of jewelry I'd ever seen.



Once we were upstairs she led me to a set of double doors and then turned to face me. "Please remove your shoes and socks," she said. I complied and put them beside the door. The way things were in this place I wouldn't have been surprised if the bedroom floor was covered in an inflatable moonwalk. The woman turned and gave a soft knock on the door.



A voice from inside said "Enter."



She opened both doors and we stepped in. It was a large room designed the same way as the one we passed through downstairs, with mismatching trinkets and the colored fabrics hanging in each corner. Soft music played from a stereo I couldn't see, some kind of nature sounds were mixed in with the music. There was a heavy smell of incense in the air.



Against the far wall of the room was a large four-poster bed with a canopy. On the bed were two naked women. One had copper colored skin and long dark hair and looked to be somewhere in her mid to late thirties. Her body had some curves to it and she had large breasts with large, brown nipples and a thin strip of pubic hair. The other woman was a pale, thin girl who looked to be nineteen or twenty. She had small breasts and if she ever allowed hair to grow on her mound it would probably be the same reddish brown as on the top of her head. The girl had what I assumed to be a bong in her hand. It was a large metal piece with a tube covered in metallic mesh leading out of it. The girl held the tube while the older woman sucked out of it.



"Miss Renee, this is Keisha."



The older woman sat up and slowly let the smoke dribble out of her nostrils. "Thank you Zhi. You may go." Renee spoke with an English accent. Zhi gave a slight bow and closed the doors as she left. It was getting harder and harder to keep from laughing at all this.



"So," Renee said. "Baked Bob tells me you want to buy some pot." She started stroking the younger woman's breast. "How much?"



"Depends on price. An eighth. Maybe a quarter."



Renee gave what she must have considered a snort. "That's barely worth my time. Why did he send you to me?"



I smiled and shrugged. "We're both lesbians?"



That didn't amuse her any. "Are you planning to sell what you buy from me?"



"No. It's just for personal use."



Renee smiled. "Personal use. You work in the corporate world, don't you?" I simply nodded without offering more detail. The less she knew about me the better.



"I pity you," she said. "When I was doing interior design I'd take a few jobs for corporations. I was able to see how they sucked the life out of people, turned them into robots scurrying around at their bidding, doing things their way, using their language. Personal use." She shook her head. "So, is pot the only thing you personally use?"



"Yeah," I replied.



"That's a shame. There are so many other wonderful things to try." Renee stared into my face for a moment. "Bob told me you're in pain," she said. I felt a flash of anger at my friend, but filed it away for later.



"Is that why you want the pot?" she asked. "To relieve your pain and suffering?"



I nodded sheepishly.



Renee shook her head with a disapproving look. "Marijuana is not the solution for that. It's for opening up your mind, not shutting it down." Renee stretched out her hand, tapped on a silver tray on the bedside and said, "Duscha." I assumed that was the young woman's name, because she slid off the bed and brought the tray to me. I noticed Duscha wore a silver belly chain. On the tray there were about a dozen white pills.



"What is it?" I asked.



Renee smiled. "Your ticket down the rabbit hole." Duscha giggled.



I sighed and said, "No, really, what are they?"



"The cure to your pain."



"No thanks," I said. "One vice is enough for me. I don't even smoke that often anyway."



Renee got on her knees, crawled to the bedpost and leaned on it. "Life should be experienced, not denied. Besides, what do you have to lose?"



For the first time since I walked into the house I thought about Monica. I took a pill off the tray and looked at it. Small, round, and innocent looking, it hardly struck me as a magical cure. Getting Monica back was the only way to do that. I popped the pill into my mouth and swallowed.



Renee smiled. "Welcome to oblivion."



"I don't feel anything," I said.



"Soon. Let us have some entertainment while we wait." Renee turned. "Duscha."



"Yes ma'am." The girl spoke with an accent that I couldn't place, maybe European. After she walked out I asked Renee where she was from.



"Russia. She came over here to be a model. I don't think it's working out to well for her." There seemed to be a sinister quality to Renee's voice as she said the last part, but I couldn't tell for sure. Reality was in flux at the moment.



The doors opened and Zhi walked in behind Duscha. Renee got up and went to a round, half backed sofa across from the side of the bed. When she lay down on it I noticed there was enough space for another person. Renee looked at me and patted the space next to her. I walked over and sat on the edge.



"Don't be afraid of me," Renee said. "I only bite upon request."



I slid over and lay next to her. She put her arm around me and we looked at the bed. Duscha and Zhi were kneeling on it, facing each other. I realized the music had changed and some techno song was playing. The two girls started crawling around on the bed, like two predators sizing each other up.



Renee's fingers started caressing my shoulder. As the two women circled, I could see the playful look on Duscha's face and the fierce look on Zhi's. It was obvious the Asian woman was very competitive. Duscha may have been playing around, but to someone like Zhi, even a game like this was something she had to win.



Renee's other hand rested on my leg and started moving back and forth. For a moment it looked like Duscha was going to move in on Zhi, but she held her place. Renee's hand moved up the inside of my leg.



Duscha started to swat her hand at Zhi, trying to provoke her. I felt Renee's other hand move from my shoulder to the back of my neck. One of Duscha's swats made contact with Zhi's face, just as Renee's hand arrived at my sex and pressed down.



I sighed as Zhi made some sort of grunting noise. Suddenly she lunged. Duscha was caught off guard and before she knew it Zhi was on top of her, literally, kissing her mouth with force. There was pressure on my neck and suddenly Renee's mouth and mine were engaged. Our kiss was as soft and gentle as the one on the bed was savage and forced.



I was a little reluctant to open my mouth to Renee, but suddenly my mind had the notion that it wanted to feel her tongue and I gave in. Then I realized something had changed. A shift of some kind that wasn't as much physical as it was mental. Renee ended the kiss by putting her hands on my face and pushing it back. Her thumbs were caressing my cheeks when she asked, "How do you feel?"



Suddenly I remembered the pill. The smile on my face was more of a feeling than an action. "Much better," I responded.



"Good," Renee said. We looked at the bed and watched for a moment as Zhi sucked on Duscha's right breast, then turned back towards each other. Renee pulled my face to hers and we started a slow, sensual kiss. She pulled me closer and I could feel her bare breasts up against my shirt. I brought my hands up and slowly touched her breasts with my fingertips, lightly tracing their size. Our eyes made contact and we stared at each other as we slowly broke the kiss.



A groan brought our attention back to the bed. Zhi's tongue had made its way down Duscha's stomach and was licking her crotch. Duscha spread her legs and, with the grace and agility of a gymnast, brought them back so her ankles were at her ears. Zhi licked the underside of Duscha's legs in such a slow and deliberate manner that Duscha's moan sounded more like she was being tortured than pleasured. Zhi sat back for a moment and let her fingers trace around Duscha's crotch, and then leaned in to give a long, slow lick from asshole to clit.



"Oh, God!" Duscha cried out, and then said something in what sounded like Russian. At that point Zhi dove in and began eating out the young girl in front of her.



I lost track of time after that. Renee started kissing me again and while that happened we both worked on getting my clothes off. I licked and sucked one of Renee's nipples, my tongue flicking over the skin as my hand caressed and tweaked the other one. She turned us over and licked down my left side until she got to my foot, which she bathed with her tongue, and after giving the other one the same treatment she licked up the inside of my leg to my sex. I anticipated her tongue so much there I could almost feel it as she locked eyes with me. Renee leaned down and pressed her lips to my mound, kissing it as she gave a moan that sent vibrations through my entire body.



Renee was easily the best lover I'd ever had. In that night alone she discovered all of my sensitive spots - behind my ears, my armpits, my toes and even the line where my leg met my hip right above my crotch. Renee's tongue danced over my nether lips so well that I was crying and screaming. At that moment, if she had asked me to go out and rob a bank for her to continue, I probably would have done it. When I cried out "Oh yeah!" as her tongue moved down and touched my rosebud, I noticed the look in her eyes and the grin on her face. She knew she had my weakness. Renee took a break from my pussy and gave me the best rim job I'd ever experienced. The music had changed and "Six Underground" by The Sneaker Pimps was playing.



I looked at what was happening on the bed. Zhi was on her hands and knees. She had lost her housecoat and thong and I could see the tattoo on her ass was a green colored Chinese character. Duscha was behind Zhi, her hands holding open the Asian woman's ass checks as her tongue worked on Zhi's anus. Zhi's face showed little reaction to what was being done to her, but I had the impression Zhi would look the same way if her arm were being ripped off. Her only indication of pleasure was to make a low moan when she exhaled. And there was something about that subtle gesture that made it twice as sexy as it would have been if she was writhing and screaming. Suddenly Zhi looked up and our eyes met. There was sadness in her stare, and something in the look we exchanged went beyond the sexual acts being performed on us. A recognition of some kind, and suddenly I had the feeling neither of us were very happy people.



Renee crawled up my back and lay down on top of me, kissing along my neckline and then bringing her lips close to my ear.



"Do you feel it now?" she asked.



"Oh yeah," I said, dragging out the last word for way too long. We watched as Zhi turned over and Duscha began eating her pussy. I passed out before Zhi came.



When I woke up it was dark in the room. I was still on the two-person chair and there was a blanket over me. Renee was on the bed, flanked by Zhi and Duscha, all of them asleep. The little white pill was still working it's magic, but I managed to find my clothes without waking anyone and slipped out into the hallway where I got dressed. I went out the front door and started walking. My place was across town and it was three in the morning, but I was feeling very good and it didn't seem like a big deal. When I got to the center of town I looked through all the shop windows as I passed. For some reason I equated it with flipping channels while watching television, checking out each one and moving on.



But looking through the window at a hobby shop stopped me cold in my tracks. They had displays of little model houses and scenes. One of them was a log cabin. Suddenly the numbness in my chest went away and my heart felt hollow. For the first time in several hours Monica's face popped back in my head.



I remembered being blindfolded on the ride. We were in Monica's jeep and it felt like we needed to be. The bumps on the road felt like we were driving over boulders and into depressions bigger than the potholes in Brooklyn. I heard Monica laugh, that sweet childish laugh of hers, and realized she was having fun on this road.



I pointed at the blindfold. "Is this because I always complain about your driving?"



"Nooo, silly. There's a surprise."



I grabbed at the dashboard as we rose and then dropped. "I'll be surprised enough if we survive the trip."



Monica laughed again. A little while later we stopped, but I wasn't sure if it was because she hit the brakes or we were stuck. I heard Monica open her door and get out. "Hey!" I said, but there was no response. I was about to peek out of the blindfold when my door opened.



"No peeking!" Monica said as she slapped my hand away. She assisted me out of the jeep and led me a few feet until we stopped. Other than the fact that I knew we were outside because I felt the sun on my face I had no clue where we were.



"Stay put for a minute," Monica ordered. I heard some kind of rustling nearby. A bird chirped and then there was a kind of swooshing sound. I was really confused.



"Okay," Monica called out from what sounded like a few yards behind me. "You can take it off now."



I slid the cloth from my eyes and what I saw took my breath away. We must have been on the side of a mountain because I could see a valley below and other mountains off in the distance. It was one of the most beautiful vistas I'd ever seen. Most of the valley was full of trees and the majestic mountain range beyond looked untouched by human hands. "Wow," I simply stated.



Monica said, "If you think that's cool, check out what's behind you."



I turned. It was a small log cabin with a stone chimney and a large porch with two rocking chairs sitting on it. The cabin sat near the middle of a small grass clearing surrounded by trees, and behind the cabin it looked like the hill sloped up another half a mile to the top of the mountain. Monica stood in front of the cabin, stark naked except for a waist chain and an anklet. She held her arms up high. "Isn't it fantastic?" she yelled.



I walked over to her. "What is this place?"



"My uncle owns it. Well, the cabin and some of the land around it." She put her arms around me and gave me a kiss. "Just think," she said when she broke the kiss. "You and me here for eight days, far away from civilization. No need for clothes. We can have sex anywhere we want. And there's a lake down the path over there."



"Mmm," I said. "Skinny dipping."



"Only one problem," she said. "You've still got your clothes on."



"Maybe you can rip them off for me."



"Or maybe you'll struggle out of them trying to catch up to me." Monica pushed me away and ran towards the path. I started taking off my clothes as I ran after her. It wasn't much of a struggle since I was wearing slides that I jumped out of when I started running, my top came off in one smooth movement and I pulled my underwear down along with my shorts. A quick stop as I jumped out of them and then kept going as I started to get my bra off. When I saw the lake up ahead I picked up speed. As I passed Monica I tossed my bra in her face and said, "Get those chubby legs moving!"



"I do not have chubby legs!" Monica yelled. I ran into the water and threw my body below the surface before my body registered how cold it was. When I came up I didn't see Monica anywhere and called out her name. Suddenly I felt hands on my feet and I was pulled under. As she rose up past me, Monica pinched my nipples and stuck her tongue out.



When I broke the surface of the water Monica said, "That was for saying my legs are chubby."



"You're right. They're not chubby. In fact, they're so thin I'm surprised they're keeping you up right now."



Monica splashed at me. I splashed back and we chased each other in the water for a while. I finally caught up to her and when she turned around we began to kiss. Her mouth and tongue felt warm against mine and the chill of the water lost its effect on me. Our arms encircled each other and we held on tight, pressing our bodies together. At times it was hard keeping the kiss going since one of us would slow down our kicking and start to sink. We broke the kiss laughing.



"This looks so much easier in the movies," Monica said.



I smiled. "I think they're usually closer to shore where you can stand."



Monica gave a wry look and with sarcasm dripping from her voice said, "Wow, you're smart."



"One of us has to be."



Monica splashed me again as we moved to where we could stand. As we resumed the kiss Monica's hands slid down my back and gripped the cheeks of my ass, giving gentle squeezes and making me moan in her mouth every time she did it. I did the same and she started moaning too. We started out alternating our moans, and then we began to moan at the same time, which made us laugh.



I said, "We should start our own choir."



Monica threw her head back and laughed. She was so sexy when she did that. When Monica laughed it was like she did it with her whole body and soul. As she stopped, her head came back to face mine and there was lust in her eyes.



"It's time for a solo performance," Monica said, just before she leaned down and started licking the skin on my right breast. Slowly she moved in towards the areola, rubbing her nose against it at first, teasing me to the point of begging. Finally she began licking the nipple, making me gasp. While she did this, Monica's hands slid over my belly where they moved in slow little circles, making their way down to my mound. Her fingers slid between my legs and started rubbing back and forth as her lips began sucking hard on my nipple. I ran one hand along Monica's back as the other ran through her curly auburn hair, sometimes twirling one of her ringlets on a finger. This might have inspired her, because one of Monica's fingers slid further between my lips until it came to my hole, curled and pressed up inside of me. I let out the oddest sound, something that I can best describe as a stuttered moan with a little bit of gurgle in there for good measure. It didn't seem to break Monica's concentration, she moved to the other nipple and started licking while her finger slowly moved in and out of me. The licking turned to sucking and she slowly picked up the pace. I spread my legs wider, which brought us both lower into the water.



"As much...as I'm enjoying this," I managed to say, "I think we should take this to the shore before we drown."



Monica separated her lips from my nipple and looked up at me. "You've got no sense of priorities."



We laughed and I chased her out of the water. When she stopped and turned, I grabbed her waist and brought us both down on the grass. There was a little scrambling around, and some tickling, but when it was over I was lying on my back and Monica straddled my hips. Her hands disappeared behind her and suddenly I felt where they went.



"Now, where was I?" she said.



"Uh, right about there," I groaned.



Monica's fingers slid up and down my lower lips and I let out a few gasps until she moved up to my clit. That's when my mouth dropped open and I let out a sigh. Her fingers danced and brought me to the edge and back down again. The look on Monica's face told me she enjoyed being in control of my pleasure. She brought her fingers to her lips and closed her eyes as she sucked my honey. Then she leaned down and kissed me, sharing the taste of her work. When the kiss ended she held her face in front of mine and looked deep into my eyes.



"Do you want it?" she said.



I didn't have to ask what she meant. "Yes."



Monica's fingers touched my face. "From anyone?"



"I can get it from anyone," I said. "But it wouldn't feel the same as when I get it from you."



Monica leaned down and started kissing my neck. I let out a low moan, encouraging her. She licked up and down, causing me to close my eyes and shudder. Her tongue moved to my throat and licked up to my chin and back down again. I felt kisses moving straight down my chest, past my breasts and over my belly button, until they stopped just above my mound. I spread my legs and gave her access to my most private area, a physical sign of my trust in her. Monica's fingers lightly traced the folds of my flower, and my breathing pattern changed involuntarily. The moment her tongue touched my clit I felt a warmth that comforted my very soul. Monica licked my button as her fingers continued to play. I opened my eyes and looked around at the green of the trees and the blue of the sky. I felt the breeze on my body and the grass on my back. There was life all around me. Monica slid a finger inside me and started pumping it slowly, and I felt that spiraling buildup of pleasure. I heard birds chirping and felt the warmth of the setting sun. Monica added another finger as she began to suck on my clit. My eyes looked into the sky above and it seemed like I was falling into it. The speed of Monica's fingers increased as she alternated between licking and sucking. I felt the muscles in my legs start to tense up and my back arched as I let out several loud moans. Monica struggled to keep her place as my body moved with the physical sensations that overtook me. I screamed. Suddenly I shut my eyes and closed off the world. My breathing stopped. I couldn't hear anything. I was immersed in pleasure.



I felt pressure on top of me and opened my eyes. Monica was lying on top of me. "Was that special?" she asked.



"More than you'll ever know."



We kissed with passion and need and lust. My fingers went between her legs and found her clit. I started rubbing it and felt Monica moan in my mouth. Her hand covered my left breast and squeezed. I kept fingering her clit, moving up and down lightly. We kept the kiss going, our tongues alternating between fierce dueling and slow tenderness. My finger felt her wetness, lubricating my action and giving me confidence in my abilities. I pressed down on her clit, rubbed some more, tapped it several times, rubbed some more, and started the whole cycle over again. I knew she was on the edge when her body tensed. I pinched her clit between my fingers and Monica made a noise. I couldn't tell if it was pleasure or frustration. I increased the speed of my fingers and suddenly Monica's body pressed hard against mine. Her mouth came away from the kiss and she let out a loud moan just before she slumped against me.



As we lay there, spent from our lovemaking, Monica looked over at me and said, "This is going to be perfect."



I couldn't have agreed with her more. There was a surprise I had for Monica, and I'd been waiting for the right moment to spring it on her. Actually I'd been procrastinating, unsure if it was too soon and too much all at once. But up there, in that setting, seemed like a perfect time.



It was around four in the morning when I got back to my building. Monica was still on my mind, but it didn't hurt as much as it did when I ran out hours earlier. The little white pill had done its job. I would need more of them, and I had a feeling Renee would give me what I needed. The only question was what she wanted in return.



I turned to walk up the front steps of my building when I heard his voice.



"Hello my little homo niglet."



It was Ronald, a Nazi skinhead who lived in the building. He stood six feet tall and looked like he could hold his own in a fight. Ronald was leaning against the railing on the stairs, which is where he usually spent time when he wasn't out doing whatever Nazi skinheads do. Next to him was Tim, Ronald's short and stocky sidekick. I kept walking towards the door and tried to ignore their taunting.



"What? No smart-assed comeback from the monkey dyke?" Tim said.



"She's not so brave when her girlfriend's not around." I felt the sorrow starting to rise from the pit of my stomach when he brought up Monica.



Tim smiled. "Yeah, where is that cute piece of ass anyway?"



I was just passing in front of Ronald when he gave his response. "Where she belongs, six feet under ground."



I stopped and stared at him. He held my gaze as the corners of his mouth rose into a smile. Anger raced past sorrow as I balled up my fist and hit Ronald in the chest. His smile dropped and he looked down at where I'd hit him and put his hand over the spot. He looked back up at me. "Ouch."



He started laughing and Tim laughed along with him. Ronald scared me, but Tim just made me angry beyond words. He had this baby face that made me think about some mother somewhere who loved this guy. I just turned and went inside.



I managed to calm myself by the time I got upstairs. The little white pill was still having an effect on me, and the rush of emotion during my confrontation with Ronald seemed to increase it. I walked into my place and went straight for the stereo. At first I was going to put on one of my CD's, maybe some Portishead or Faithless, but then I looked at the collection of records I'd inherited from my father.



Soon the funky sounds of Parliament filled the room. My dad had been a studio musician, and one of the many things he bestowed on me was an appreciation for great music. I became lost in the song, the familiar beats soothing my muscles and the singing speaking to me like a good friend. My body swayed and moved slowly to the sounds of "All Your Goodies Are Gone", wishing I could live up to the singers' refusal to be blue. As powerful as music can be, sometimes things are easier sung than done.



As I started to twirl I noticed the light on the answering machine was blinking. I danced over to the machine and dipped myself as my finger hit the button. Baked Bob's voice spoke over the music and I went over to the couch and plopped down.



"Hey Keish. Listen, I think I gave you some bad advice before. I really don't think you should go see that Renee chick, she can be trouble sometimes. I don't know what the hell I was thinking sending you to her. I mean, you wanted some stuff and I didn't have any...by the way I finally got to smoke cause Leslie took off. She told me I was acting weird. Fucking woman's insane and she calls me weird, go figure. Anyway, once I got my head straight I remembered that I sent you Renee's way, and trust me that wasn't cool on my part. Just give me a call and I'll hook you up. I'm guessing you want to get your mind off of Monica for a while and that's cool, I can understand that. Later."



The very second the message ended, the phone rang. It scared the shit out of me and I jumped back. I was almost afraid to pick it up. Finally I did.



"Keisha?"



I sighed. "What is it Andy? It's late."



"I need to talk to you about before. I had a vision," he said. "It happened today, at the funeral, right when you were standing over Monica's coffin. I saw you in a hallway, or maybe in a house, walking up some stairs with a girl who had blonde hair. I couldn't make out much about her, but I could tell that you cared about her a lot. All of a sudden she was shot. And then you were kneeling, holding her body and crying, telling her you loved her." Andy paused for breath, his words just spilling out of him all at once. I sat there stunned at what he had told me.



"Andy...what...what the fuck?"



He paused for a moment and said, "I think what happened with Monica...it's going to happen to you again."



I slammed the phone down. Suddenly I wasn't so relaxed anymore. I got up and started pacing, which is what I do when I get nervous. My eyes caught the picture of Monica and me at the cabin. I felt pressure in my chest, almost like the sorrow in my heart was going to crush my insides. The thought of going through all this again was unbearable.



That went on for about ten minutes. But then I stopped and looked at the picture of my dad, which reminded me of what I believed - that our destinies are not so predetermined that someone else can predict them. I sat down and my nerves eased up, my mind calmed down and my body started to relax again. No, Andy was wrong. Maybe he gets visions, maybe he can see one possible future, but that doesn't mean it's definitely what's going to happen. Fuck that. And fuck Andy too. I'm sure his powers are not as sharp as he makes them out to be.



With that thought I looked at the answering machine and realized something. Bob wanted to talk to me really bad, but all he could do was leave a message, because he didn't know what time I'd be home. Yet it was four in the morning, and Andy just happened to call five minutes after I walked through the door?



Fuck.

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Barb waited until Ken left for work and the usual morning chores were done. Then, she telephoned Linda. "Linda, it's Barb. Hope I didn't call too early."



"Perfect timing actually," Linda countered, "I just finished a load of clothes and I was about to plop down with my second cup of coffee. Want to join me?"



Hmm, Barb mused; she seems to be in a happy frame of mind. It was a good sign that our party Friday night didn't upset her too bad. "Sounds good, Linda, I'll grab my cup and see you in a couple of minutes." Barb was pleased. Meeting on Linda's own turf might make her more comfortable and talkative.



Linda opened the door barefoot, wearing a short cotton robe that accented her long legs. "I'm glad you called, Barb. I've wanted to talk to you. Let's go outside on the patio. I have bagels and a fresh pot."



Barb noticed the way Linda's robe slid open with each step and she suspected that the robe was Linda's only garment. "You sure seem to be in high spirits this morning, Linda."



Linda laughed. "Is it that noticeable? Al and I had a particularly marvelous weekend plus an extra bonus earlier this morning."



"How so?" Barb asked.



"Your party Friday evening spurred a lot of very frank conversation between us. Not only that, Al was like a different man Saturday...even Sunday! He wooed me and kept me in a state of constant arousal. It was like a second honeymoon," Linda chuckled.



"Ken and I were hoping you two would discuss things and get your real feelings out in the open. I remember that we went through some of the same talks."



"I still feel bad about how the evening ended. I can't help feeling that I spoiled the party. I just wasn't sure how to react to the situation...I didn't know what Al was thinking, so I sort of panicked.



"That's why we backed off, Linda, to give you two the chance to compare notes and decide what you want. By the way, don't feel bad about the party. We all had a great time and later Ken was like a young stud. I loved it. But, tell me, what did you and Al think?"



"Well, when we got home there were some tense moments. I was waiting for him to scold me for being such a wanton slut in front of two other couples. I felt so guilty, I guess, because for a few minutes I was really enjoying the attention I was getting from Ken and Ted. Meanwhile, Al was waiting for me to give him hell for dropping his pants and parading his equipment in front of you and Emily."



"What finally broke the ice?" Barb asked gently.



"Al took me in his arms and kissed me really nice. He said he was so proud of me and hoped that I'd forgive him for liking it when other men admired me too. I guess I just melted when I knew that he still loved me. I guess I was afraid he wouldn't after the way I acted...letting Ken and Ted touch me like they did."



"I had some of those same feelings once, Linda," Barb replied. "I understand."



Linda continued. "Then, he apologized for the way he reacted to Emily's swimsuit show and your modeling of that tiny thing. He was afraid of my reaction when I saw what a boner he got just watching you both. He felt like I might be jealous or that I might get self-conscious again because I don't have the well-endowed racks like you and Emily. But I really didn't have those thoughts at all. It made me proud and excited to know that you were both impressed with his, uh, package of goodies."



Linda paused for a few moments. "Please don't think I'm being kinky or anything, Barb, but seeing you two like that aroused me too," she admitted sheepishly. Then she continued, "People saw him nude on our vacation, but we knew we'd never see them again. This was different."



Barb touched Linda's arm. "I must admit, Al's got the largest one I've ever seen. I know Emily was equally impressed. Did you reassure him?"



"That's the best part, Barb. When he heard my strange feelings about his exhibition, the barriers came down and we knew everything was all right between us. We truly love each other deeply and he's the only man for me. Now, I know he feels that way about me too, no matter what happens, we'll always be together. We're so secure with each other, there's no reason for jealousy or concern."



"Ken and I are that way also," Barb agreed. "We have an understanding that allows wide latitude, but we always return to our relationship as total soul mates."



"Is it that way with Emily and Ted too?" Linda asked seriously.



"Definitely! They are lots of fun, but their marriage is very strong. We just love being with them."



Linda nodded. "We liked them too. They are attractive and really seem to enjoy life. Al and I discussed everybody and we shared our secret thoughts. Weren't we just awful?"



"Not really," Barb smiled. "We do that too. It's fun to share fantasies when you know that your spouse shares many of them. Ken told me how wonderfully firm your breasts were and how he hopes to have another chance to play with you. I told him that I could almost feel Al's stiff cock stretching me and touching me inside in places Ken can't possibly reach. Does that shock you, Linda?"



"Shock isn't the right word...arouse is more like it. The thought of Ken's touch (and Ted's for that matter) gets me aroused again. Just talking about it like this is making me horny," Linda admitted.



Barb continued. "Of course, sharing fantasies is one thing, Living them is quite another. Didn't you say that neither of you has been with another partner since you were married?"



"That's right. Friday night was as close as we've ever come to acting out a fantasy, other than Al's constant fantasy of showing me off to other people. We talked about that too yesterday while we were laying out here in the sun."



"Want to tell me about it?" Barb encouraged.



"Oh, well, Al has always urged me to loosen up and dress sexy. Sometimes, he talks about other men while we're making love. He knows it really arouses me when he does that. He told me that it really excited him when he thought Ken and Ted were going to actually double-team me Friday night while he watched from the pool. He also told me how you and Emily put your hands down in the water and felt his cock," Linda added with a grin.



"Yeah, we couldn't resist at least feeling it with our hands. Wow!"



Linda laughed out loud. "I was surprised to find out how anxious he was to experiment with others. He was afraid to admit it to me before, but I should have guessed, the way he acted on our vacation trip and then on Friday night with you guys. Now, I know that rather than being angry, he would really enjoy seeing me with someone else sometimes. Talking about it made us both so horny, we fucked right here on the patio yesterday!"



"But how about you, Linda?" Barb asked softly. "Would you enjoy watching while Al pleasured another woman for the first time?"



Linda paused for a long moment. "I've thought a lot about that. Al asked me the same question. Frankly, I'm not sure, but I've tried to imagine that it did happen last Friday, with you. I pictured you laying on the deck and Al caressing you. Then, I imagined what it would look like when you opened yourself to him and he responded by putting his big cock inside you instead of me."



"How did it make you feel, Linda?" Barb urged.



"I didn't feel jealousy, like I thought I might, and I didn't feel angry...as if Al had betrayed me. I think I watched with a keen, detached interest. I got very wet and juicy when I pictured that scene. I'm getting wet again now, just telling you about it. I guess it was more of a loving sensation really.



"I know that feeling, Linda. Hard to describe, but delicious just the same."



"Yes," Linda gulped, "but I've only imagined it...you've actually done it I believe."



"True," Barb admitted, "It's still up to you whether or not you want to remain in fantasyland or venture into reality. Whatever you decide, we'll still be good friends, Linda. I want you to know that."



"Thanks, Barb, for being such a good friend. I know you mean it. Can I ask you a very personal question?"



"Sure, Linda, ask me anything."



"All right, here goes," Linda began. "How close are you with Emily? I mean, well...



Barb laughed. "You want to know if we fool around with each other, right? We're very good friends now, and yes, we play together sometimes. Is that a problem?"



Linda looked down sheepishly. "Oh, no, I was just curious, that's all."



"I was honest with you, Linda, now be honest with me," Barb replied.



"Well, once in a while, I wonder what it would be like. I saw some women on our vacation that made me wonder like that. I would catch myself looking at them. Then, on Friday night, I caught myself looking at you and Emily the same way. Do you think I might be bisexual?" Linda asked.



Barb touched Linda's hand gently. "Sounds like normal curiosity to me. I'd put Emily and me in the same category. We're both married heterosexuals, but making love to another woman is entirely different. The dalliance is quite enjoyable. It also makes the guys horny as hell when they watch. Frankly, I'm flattered that you watched me and had those thoughts."



"It's good to get that off my chest...so to speak," Linda admitted. I guess Emily feels the same way, huh?"



"I think so," Barb agreed.



Linda continued to talk, almost to herself. "Her puffy nipples really got my attention. I could imagine what it might be like to touch them. I can't believe I just said that!"



"Your secret desire is safe with me, hun," Barb chuckled. "They are so soft when I lick and suck on them. She is a very sensuous gal, I must say."



"Ted's going to be out of town until late Friday, so we're planning to party on Saturday this week," Barb added. "Are you and Al available on Saturday?"



"Al's planning to shop around for a hot tub on Saturday morning, but we are after that," Linda said. "I think we might be a lot more fun on Saturday than we were last Friday. Actually, I was hoping you would invite us over again soon. Since Al and I came to our understanding, we're both kinda anxious to try living out some of our fantasies together."



As they discussed what each couple would bring on Saturday, Barb noticed that Linda's short robe had opened up more. Linda's legs were so smooth and lean, and her breasts peeked out from the loose folds of her robe. "You know, Linda," Barb began, "you don't have to wait until Saturday to experience a fantasy."



"What do you mean?" Linda asked.



"You said that you were curious about Emily and me. I've been curious about you also," Barb admitted. "There's no time like the present, they say..."



Linda swallowed another gulp of coffee. For the first time, she realized that Barb was studying her closely and that her robe was almost open, exposing her legs and part of her chest. Linda felt a flush or excitement as she contemplated Barb's thoughts at that moment. Barb remained silent, allowing Linda to be alone with her thoughts. After what seemed like hours to both of the women, Linda raised her eyes and looked at Barb. She sensed the desire in Barb's expression and knew that she could experience the touch of another attractive woman if she really wanted it. She decided that she wanted it.



"I don't know what to do," Linda murmured quietly as she continued to look into Barb's eyes. "I don't know what to do," she repeated.



Barb felt a thrill knife through her and she flushed with anticipation. No words were spoken as Barb slid out of her chair and knelt in front of Linda, gently spreading her legs apart. Barb pulled the sash of Linda's robe and let the sides fall open, exposing Linda's body fully. She put her hand on Linda's neck and pulled her face toward her, then kissed Linda softly. The kiss lingered, then Barb opened her mouth and her tongue slipped between Linda's lips. Linda put her hands on Barb's shoulders and pressed her closer as their tongues explored each other. Barb heard Linda moan and shudder as they broke their first kiss.



"That was nice," Linda purred. "I liked it."



Barb leaned toward Linda and licked each of her erect nipples. Within a short time, Barb had Linda's nipple between her lips, sucking hungrily on it. The erect nipple was easy to pull with Barb's lips, again making Linda groan with pleasure.



"I love to suck your nipples," Barb panted. "They are nice and long and pretty."



Barb helped Linda slide her robe completely off. She spread the robe on the deck beside the table and stood over Linda's naked body. Slowly, Barb removed her blouse, then slid her shorts down to expose her bare pussy lips to Linda's gaze.



Barb was tall, with fairly broad shoulders and shapely, long legs. Her body was evenly tanned and the muscles of her legs, back, and buttocks were well defined. Her breasts were in proportion with the first hint of sag. Her rosy nipples still pointed forward, inviting a loving touch. A tuft of light brown hair crowned her bald pussy lips. Her pubic mound usually filled out a bikini panty nicely. Barb was naturally a very attractive woman in her forties even without makeup. With lipstick and a touch of rose on her cheeks, she was stunning!



Barb then took Linda's hands in hers and urged her to stand. The two women stood together in a warm embrace, their breasts mashing into each other, their lips again pressed together.



"Do you like this?" Barb asked.



"Mmm, you feel even better than I imagined," Linda replied sleepily.



"You are so soft and smooth."



Barb lay next to the open robe and motioned for Linda to join her. Linda moved onto her robe and Barb slid partway down. She pressed Linda's knees apart and quickly moved over to put her face between her thighs. Linda felt Barb's breath on her blonde bush as she began to tingle deep in her belly. A moment later, Linda felt Barb's tongue touch her slit, parting the sparse hair and tasting the warm juice that was already oozing from her swollen pussy.



"Oh, Barb," Linda gasped. "You're driving me crazy!"



Encouraged, Barb licked her new sweetheart faster and deeper, lapping at the warm liquid and forcing her tongue deeper into Linda's slit. Barb's hands gripped Linda's ass cheeks and pulled her apart so that she could touch her from the top of her mound down past her puckered ass. Barb tapped the tip of her tongue on Linda's clit and got an instant reaction. Linda raised her hips and quivered as Barb lightly tapped on her exposed button.



"Ohhh, aaahhhh," Linda moaned as Barb ministered to her.



Next, Linda felt Barb's tongue travel down her wet slit to circle around her tight asshole. The nerve endings there began to respond to Barb's teasing, sending new chills up Linda's spine. Linda discovered that she loved feeling Barb's tongue on her tight little ass.



Next, Barb inserted a finger in Linda's slippery cunt while she continued to lick her lower hole. The climax hit Linda before she fully realized what was happening. In seconds, the spasms overtook her and her tight pussy gripped Barb's fingers. They both felt the juices erupt from Linda's gaping cunt as Barb tried to lap up the sticky mess. Barb's face was now covered with girl juice and Linda was squeezing her with both thighs to keep Barb in place as her orgasm peaked, then began to subside.



As Linda's legs finally relaxed, Barb placed a final light kiss on her mound and slowly moved up Linda's smooth body. She placed a kiss on each nipple, then looked directly into Linda's satisfied eyes. Barb smiled, then placed her sticky lips on Linda's waiting mouth, letting Linda taste her own juices. Barb's tongue explored the inside of Linda's mouth and she felt a shiver as Linda sucked on her tongue. The two neighbors kissed and cuddled for a few minutes as their hands wandered over smooth curves.



"I never thought...I never knew," Linda stuttered as she finally came back to reality. "Is it like that with you and Emily?"



"It's like that, but also different," Barb replied sleepily. "Everybody has their own way and that's why it's so wonderful."



Barb fondled Linda's nipple and looked into her eyes. "Would you like to try?"



Linda had been dreading that moment since she regained her balance after her numerous orgasms. She hesitated for a few more moments. Then, "I know you're going to hate me for saying this," she began.



Before she could say any more, Barb interrupted. "But, you're not ready for it yet, right?"



"I...I just don't know...you know," Linda mumbled with a slight sob.



"Don't worry, Linda, it's perfectly all right," Barb reassured. "I understand that you need some time to think. Believe me, it's okay, Honey."



"I just feel so selfish and stupid, you know. I love what you did to me, I really did. It's just that I am having these thoughts in my silly head that I can't seem to overcome."



"Honey, I hope you will overcome your concerns after a while, and I think you will, but for now let's just leave it alone, okay?"



Linda nodded her head slowly, still pondering her feelings and trying to reconcile them.



Barb sat up and looked down at Linda's nude body, as she still lay sprawled on her robe, legs akimbo and her snatch glistening with love juice. Barb was strongly aroused and a bit frustrated by the sudden turn of events. ""You've gotten me so aroused, Linda, I hope you won't mind if I go ahead and take care of myself."



Linda watched intently as Barb moved to a nearby chair and sat facing directly toward Linda's prone form. Barb looked into her eyes, then slowly spread her legs and began to run her fingers up and down her bald lower lips. She used two fingers to spread her outer lips and Linda could clearly see as she slipped her middle finger into her already wet cunt.



Barb's actions became more and more rapid as she exposed her erect clit and tapped it with her index finger rapidly. In less than two minutes, Barb raised her hips and spasms wracked her body as she enjoyed a thunderous climax. Linda's eyes widened as she saw Barb's juices leaking out around her fingers, first onto the edge of the chair, then onto the patio deck. At that point, Linda became aware of the fact that her fingers were buried in her own warm pussy, closely mirroring her friend's movements.



Barb moved off her chair and knelt on Linda's robe. She put her wet fingers to Linda's lips and, for the first time, Linda tasted another woman's love juices. For a moment, Intoxicated by the taste and aroma, she automatically lifted her fingers and Barb sucked her juices off also. The moment seemed a turning point for Linda and a beginning for Barb.



Little was said as the two women picked themselves up from the deck. Linda wrapped her robe around her and Barb slipped back into her clothes. Barb opened her arms in a welcoming gesture and Linda moved into her embrace. They hugged each other for a time, deep in their individual thoughts.



"I'd better be getting back to the chores," Barb finally offered. "I have a million things to do."



"Yes, I do too," Linda responded, "but I'm glad you came over. I hope you'll forgive me for being such a baby."



Barb kissed her new friend gently. "I said not to worry, didn't I? I'm so glad you got pleasure from me today, and I really mean that. I've wanted to do that for you and I'm happy that you let me. Now, don't forget about this weekend. I just know you and Al will have a great time, now that you've come to an understanding.



Linda grinned. "There's no way we'll forget your get-together! I doubt that Al has thought seriously about anything else! Meanwhile, I will try to get my head together so that I can have as much fun at the party as I think he'll be having."



Barb stopped at the front door and turned to give Linda one last lingering kiss as she moved her hands inside Linda's robe for a final caress of her magnificent backside.

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Authors note This is a mix of fact with a little fantasy. Many of the events portrayed did happen but that is no excuse for anybody to try them for themselves. If that sort of activity appeals to you I suggest you seek medical assistance. But if you like the story please let me know at laurob@finklfan.com. This is intended as the first instalment of a 3 or 4 part story. Your encouragement will be helpful in completing the task.



It is strange how some things stick in your memory for years and others are quickly forgotten. Seeing a film the other day about kids hitchhiking in the 1950s reminded me of how it added to my sexual awakening The hitchhiking followed my first introduction to sex when I was about 12 and will be covered in a later instalment.



My name is Rob. I was born during the Second World War just after my dad had been sent to the Far East to fight the Japs. He was captured and spent most of the war in terrible conditions and he returned when I was 5, a cruel and bitter man. During his absence I was brought up by my mother, a lovely woman. She had me at 17 so she was young and lonely and although she must have had many offers she did not go out with any man relying on the friendship of an old school friend, Mary, who was 4 years older. Her RAF husband was killed early in the war. Mum and Mary spent a lot of time together and it never seemed odd to me that most of the time they were naked, as they were both nudists and I was only dressed to go out. Also, I saw nothing strange in the hugging and kissing I got from both of them and sitting snuggled between them before I went to bed a night. Did they use to play with my little cock or did I dream that?



It all changed when Dad came back. He told Mum to stop seeing Mary and stopped her being a nudist either at home or outside. He also spoke to her very crudely and handled her roughly. Their bedroom was next to mine and often heard him saying that he wanted her to suck his cock and for her to open her cunt properly. He also called me "that little fucker". I guess I was about 9 at the time and I had no idea what he was talking about. I did know Mum was not enjoying it as I could hear her crying and asking him to stop hurting her. Sometimes in the morning she would have bruises on her legs and arms and once or twice a black eye. I often got hit by him when he was in one of his tempers and so we were all very unhappy although Mum did her best to comfort me. Then one day I came home and found that Mum had packed 4 suitcases with our clothes and books and she said to hurry as we were going away. A taxi arrived, took us to the station and we went on a long train ride to the other side of the country. I found out then we were moving house. Mum had made all the arrangements secretly and a friend paid for the tickets. The friend was Mary and we met her at the station and took her to her large house in the country. She had been living alone and wanted to be reunited with us. We never saw Dad again and we heard that he died of a heart attack about 2 years later.



It was lovely to be away from Dad and his beatings and temper. Mum relaxed straight away and it was just like the old days. She and Mary wore very little in the house but as it was then winter none of us ventured outside unless dressed. I got used to wearing just briefs indoors, I had wondered it was right to go around naked now that I was so much older. Twelve seemed so grown up then especially as I had started to grow my first hairs and my cock was that much bigger. Indeed, I remember Mum telling Mary that she had seen it and that it was already bigger then Dave's, my dad. I was pretty innocent about all this, and unlike today, I had learnt very little from my friends at the new school. One of them told me what fuck and cunt were but after I realised that he knew no more than me. I decided that I would have to ask Mum or Mary.



One evening we were all sitting on the sofa listening to the radio. I sat next to Mary who had her robe on, Mum was next to her wearing her bra and panties. These were pretty thin and I could see the darkness of her nipples and her pussy hairs. Mary had one arm round Mum and the other round me. My head rested against Mary's breasts. I asked Mum whether Dad had hurt her when I could hear them in my room. She said that he had been very cruel to her and she wanted to know what I had heard. I told her that I heard everything he had said to her and her crying but I could not understand some of the words. What words, she asked. I said there was cock but I knew now what that was, but also fuck, cunt and my name of that little fucker. Mum and Mary smiled, you have much to learn Rob and its time you started, Mum said.



Mum said you have a cock and balls and it is the best one I have ever seen. Soon it will get a lot of hair around it and it will get longer and thicker. She was very impressed when I told her that the first hairs had appeared. Fuck, she said, is what men do to women when they love each other. Then the cock is put into the woman's vagina and the man's seed is planted and a baby may be started. Fuck is a word only to be used with friends you know, as it is a bad word. But you can use it at home with me and Mary as we like to hear it. Cunt is another of those words and means the woman's vagina. So you have a cock and we both have cunts. Women can also fuck each other with fingers not cocks and so can two men with one putting his cock into the others bottom, which we call the arse. Fucking, she said, is meant to be enjoyable, but it never was with dad. He only had a tiny cock and did not how to fuck gently. If you fuck in love both man and woman will enjoy it and will reach what is called orgasm. We call it coming or cumming. The man will shoot his seed and the woman shoots her own cum. Dad never managed to shoot any seed into me, she said. I must have look puzzled at this and she said, if you are wondering how you were made, it wasn't your dad's useless seed it was Mary's husband. He often fucked both of us when your dad was away and he is, or was, your father, she added. He had a huge cock and you have inherited that from him. Poor Mary cannot have children and so you belong to both of us.



I had not expected to hear so much from Mum and for her to use those words, it made me so excited. I could feel my cock tingling and the sensation increased when I saw Mary's hand inside Mum's panties. Mum had her eyes closed and her mouth open. Her nipples were pushing against her bra. I could see Mum's hairy thatch as Mary pushed her panties down to frig her cunt. I pushed my head Mary's tits and her hand dropped into my lap. It rested on top of my briefs close to the opening in them for peeing. Her other hand was still buried in Mum's cunt. I turned slightly towards Mary and as I did her robe opened slightly and I could see the whole of her left leg which was lying against my leg. The sensation of touching her bare flesh increased my excitement. Both my hands were free and I placed one on Mary's thigh. With the other I reached across and held Mum's outstretched hand. Mum took my hand and kissed it and continued to hold it tightly. Mary then started moving her hand over my briefs going from top to bottom and pushing my legs apart. I could feel my cock twitching harder. I did the same with my hand stroking her thigh up and down. She moved her leg towards me and my hand slipped to the inside of her thigh. I knew she liked my hand being there as she looked at me and smiled. I continued to stroke her thigh moving higher as I did so and soon I felt her cunt hair brushing my fingers. She squeezed her legs together as I touched he and then opened them again. I realised her hair was wet and the thought that she had just pissed excited me further. I did not know what I should do next other than I needed to find her cunthole as she had with Mum. I moved my fingers around her hairy thatch and suddenly I found it with my middle finger. As I did Mary reached inside my briefs and pulled my cock out. She smiled at me and said I am going to stroke your cock, its called wanking, and I want you to fuck my wet cunt with your fingers.



I am not cut so the sensation as she pulled on my virgin foreskin was breathtaking, pain merged with ecstasy. With one hand she wanked me and the other fucked Mum's cunt. I now had two fingers in Mary's and it was so wet that I soon had all four in. As I did I felt something hard brushing my fingers which was of course her clit. I could see from her reactions that this was exciting her and so I made sure it met my thumb as I explored inside her. Mum's grip on my hand was increasing and she was groaning loudly and shouting fuck me, fuck me, by now her panties were round her knees and her bra had fallen to the sofa and I could see those lovely tits which had nourished me when I was a baby. I could also see her open cunt out of which I had come and in which my recently discovered father had planted his seed. Mary's robe had also opened right up and I took the opportunity to move my head on to her naked tits feeling her hard nipple against my ear. Suddenly Mum screamed out and her whole body shuddered as she came. Mary took out her wet fingers and gave them to Mum to lick and then me. Taste your lovely Mum's cum, you will soon have mine as well. It was a tasted like nothing I had before, a bit slimy but sweet and delicious. As she gave it to me she gave my cock an extra tug and the head popped out, purple with a little slit at the top. I had never seen it so big and it was sticking upwards. It made me frig Mary even harder and suddenly she went rigid and she came. She shouted you made me cum you little fucker, Both Mum and Mary smiled at me. Mary gave me two or three big strokes pushing the head in and out each time, then I could feel deep inside a sensation that I had never had before and out of the little hole there was a little spurt of white cum that landed on Mary's arm. They both looked at me and said you are a man now Rob. Mary gave her arm to Mum so that she could taste my cum. Mary then had her own taste. She then said I should taste my own cum too and at the same time lick one of my fingers coated with her cum. I did this and the taste of our cums was heavenly. Mum then licked another finger clean and Mary cleaned the other two. She then wiped off what was left of my cum on a finger which she pushed deep inside her cunt and then Mum's. She said it was right that my virgin cum should be in their cunts.

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Most of the time Karen enjoyed her role as office slave. She was naturally submissive and had been into bondage and S&M as long as she could remember so the opportunity to earn a lot of money living out some of her fantasies was an opportunity she did not want to miss. When things got bad, like when she was brutally raped by a now ex colleague, she could just dream about million dollar pay off she would get at the end of the year.



One of the elements of her slave role Karen was constantly surprised by was the ability of her colleagues to find new ways to humiliate her. An example of this was the installation of the stocks in reception. She would be locked in these for hours on end, trapped and at the mercy of anyone who passed. The stocks held her at the neck and arms, forcing her into a position where she was bent forward with her hands clamped either side of her head. She was kept blindfolded most of the time so much of the tension for her came from the anticipation of what might happen as she heard people around her.



Sometimes she would get a sharp slap on the butt from a passing colleague. Other times they would stop to fuck her or for head. Often the word would go out amongst the motorcycle couriers that she was `in position' and they would stop by just to fuck her. She could smell the leather on their skin as she sucked their dicks or feel their leather trousers on her buttocks as they fucked her. One of the regulars had a huge cock and she would feel her tight pussy stretch as he slipped his length into her tight hole. He normally visited with a friend and she would normally find herself sucking a second cock as he fucked her. He would always start slow, enjoying the sensation of her warm pussy wrapped around his dick, then work up to a fast and hard rhythm, causing the stocks and padlocks to rattle as he slammed his big dick into her before he grunted to climax, filling her with his seed.



Once he had cum in her pussy and she had swallowed his friends load one of them, she never knew which, would fist her. She would feel a cool hand on her pussy, running up and down the length of her slit to get lubricated with the mix of pussy juice and cum oozing from her hole. Then he would slip two or three fingers into her pussy, twisting and shoving before inserting the last digit and his thumb. With all his digits in her he would push and twist to open her up to allow his knuckles to slip deep into her pussy until his hand was buried to the wrist and the tips of his fingers were pushing against her cervix as he twisted his hand in her pussy.



When he was done he would make her lick his hand clean and taste the mix on his cum and her juice on his hand before he left.



On another occasion she had been in the stocks for only a few minutes when she heard a group begin to gather around her. As she wondered what they were doing Karen felt hot breath on her pussy. She could not place the sensation, the breath was coming in short hot puffs. Then she felt the tongue on her. It felt rough as it licked the entire length of her pussy from her clit to her butt hole. Then it began lapping at her gaping pussy.



Suddenly it struck her, `Oh god, it's a dog!' she screamed.



`Too right honey!' someone said as the animal continued to lick the juice from her pussy like it was lapping up a bowl of water.



Karen could not believe she was being given oral by a dog in front of her colleagues in the office, but it was to get worse. She heard a female voice issue the command `Fuck her boy' to the dog and before she could react she felt its front paws on her back. It was a huge dog and the weight of it on her back pushed her hard against the stocks. She felt its surprisingly large cock slide around her pussy a little before guided by a human hand it slipped deep into her vagina.



The dogs cock was different to anything she had felt before. It was exceptionally hot, much hotter than a human dick, narrow and very hard. She could felt the dog's hot breath on her neck as it fucked her with fast hard strokes. The beast soon began to issue little yelps as it penetrated her and she felt its dick swell inside her as it began to cum.



`No!' she moaned, but it was too late, she felt the dogs cock swell inside her and then its hot cum fill her pussy. Her humiliation was made worse because the dogs cock was lodged in her pussy and it was a few minutes before it could disengage. During this time she could hear her colleagues comment on her predicament, something that made her feel even worse about being fucked in this way.



Finally the dog released her and as its dick left her pussy she felt a drip of it's cum ooze from her vagina and slip down her leg.



`Clean her boy', was the next command she heard and once more the dog's tongue was in her pussy, licking its animal sperm from her tight human pussy.



From then on the dog would make regular visits to the office. It belonged to Amy, one of the clerks, who obviously shared an intimate relationship with it outside the office. When it was in the office it would prowl around, often following her, sniffing at her as she went about her chores. Amy would usually wait until the best possible moment, when she was least expecting it, to set the dog on her.



`Lick her boy!' Amy would shout and Karen would have to get on all fours immediately or get knocked down by the huge hound. There, in the middle of the office whilst her colleagues worked, the dog would fuck her. Usually he would fuck her pussy, his huge body covering her as he mounted her from behind, but sometimes, Karen was never sure if it was by accident or not, he would slip his hot red cock in her ass, fucking her but until his cock swelled and pumped her full of his doggy seed. Being fucked up the ass by a dog was particularly humiliating for Karen as they would often remain locked together for several minutes after the dog had come, his dick so swollen in her tight arse he became unable to withdraw.



When they felt Karen had become too comfortable with the enforced bestiality her colleagues tried something new.



One of the guys tied her to a chair. As the ropes tightened around her wrists and ankles Karen thought nothing of it. It was regular part of her life to be tied down and humiliated in some way. Ropes were wrapped around her tits and passed behind her back to hold her tighter to the chair, and then she was blindfolded.



She felt the char being pushed back against a desk and was tingling with anticipation as to what would happen next when she felt the dogs breath on her now blue and throbbing breasts.



Karen gasped when she heard Amy issue the command, `MOUTH!' to the dog, but it was too late. He lunged forward and jumped up. With his front paws on the desk behind Karen's head she felt his warm hard dick touch her lips.



`Suck him!' Amy shouted. Karen's stomach turned, but she new she had no choice but obey. She opened her mouth and the dog slipped his dick between her lips. It was hot and very hard in her mouth. She gagged as the hound began to thrust his dick in and out of her mouth but she could not stop it. After what felt like hours of humping the dog's dick began to swell. Karen gagged when the first shot of canine cum hit the back of her throat.



`Drink it!' Amy instructed and with a shudder Karen gulped the hot salty cum down her throat. As he came the dog's dick swelled in her mouth, forcing her jaw open and allowing a trickle of cum to leak out and fall on her bound tits. She struggled to swallow and breath without choking as the dog shot the last of his load into her mouth. For a while she was trapped with his dick in her mouth before it finally shrank and slipped from between her teeth, leaving her naked and bound with dog cum around her mouth and over her tits for all to see.

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It had only been two weeks since I left Villiers and escaped the direct control of my parents. And, maybe not all that surprisingly, I could still notice how their views and attitudes influenced my thinking. It would probably take a lot longer for me to become completely free of their grip on me.



It was easy to deal with the openly declared opinions of my father because I could tell from my own experiences how wrong they were. My mother's influence was more subtle. Her favourite statement was 'What will the people think?' That was her prime concern: not what she thought about something, but what 'the other people', this undefined anonymous mass of individuals, might think.



I had experienced the influence of this concern when I first talked to Roxy about anal sex and later, when Marie saw me naked, kneeling in an unmistakable position on Roxy's bed. Particularly with Marie, I had been terrified by the thought that she might think badly of me, that this young, innocent girl would despise me for being a slut. Well, I needn't have worried.



What was strange about this attitude was that I considered it all-important whether _they_ regarded me a slut, not whether _I_ did. Or, whether I thought being a slut was a bad thing. Because deep down inside, that's what I wanted: to be Ramon's slut.



I went through another attack of the 'what will the people think' syndrome when I prepared myself mentally to follow Roxy's suggestion and buy the present for Ramon in a sex shop.



There had been a brief period when Villiers had its own sex shop, but the 'right minded citizens' of Villiers soon put an end to this episode. The owner demonstrated a certain naivety when he decided to display his goods openly in the shop window. The good citizens promptly had a court order served on him, prohibiting him from displaying goods which could corrupt the children who passed the shop on their way to and from school.



But even after the shop windows had been completely covered with black paint, displaying only the words 'Sex Shop', the defenders of moral standards - my father amongst them - were not satisfied. They mounted a vigil outside the shop and took pictures of anybody entering or leaving. They did not specify what they would do with the pictures, but the implied threat of seeing their 'immoral act' exposed to the public kept most potential customers away. The shop had to close due to lack of business.



Of course, Paris was different. I had noticed a sex shop near the university but decided not to go there. I was afraid I might run into someone who worked or studied at the university and be embarrassed if I met them again later, after the lessons had started.



Instead, I took the _metro_ to Pigalle, an area which showed a certain decline in standards but still had the reputation of being the centre for sex entertainment in Paris, particularly amongst foreign tourists. Shops and other establishments advertised their goods and services in several languages. There were women whose attire and behaviour identified them clearly as street walkers, looking for customers. Several men approached me and asked for my price even though I was conservatively dressed and hadn't done anything to attract their attention.



I passed a few shops but didn't enter any of them, either because they looked a little too sleazy or because there was nobody inside - I didn't want to be the only customer. Eventually, I had to tell myself to stop delaying things and I decided to enter the next shop I'd pass without making any further excuses.



The shop I ended up in was much larger than it looked from the outside. There were several aisles with shelves, where all kinds of magazines, books, videos and other items were displayed. It was almost like a small supermarket. Quite a few customers - as far as I could see, all men - were standing in the aisles examining the products on offer.



I didn't feel like mingling amongst those customers, looking for something I wasn't even sure what it looked like, and possibly receiving some explicit invitation from the male clientele.



"I wonder if you could help me."



The man behind the cash register had his head buried in the sports pages of the daily paper when I approached him. He didn't seem too pleased about the interruption. But when he saw me, his face lit up. 'They probably don't get many blushing teenagers in here', I thought to myself.



"I'm looking for an anal lubricant."



He looked like he was suppressing a grin. "Anal lubricant," he repeated, much louder than necessary. "Male or female?"



"Male or female what?"



"The anus, of course."



"Female." I could feel even more blood rush to my face. "Is there one you can recommend?"



"Well, I don't try all the products we sell here myself," he said with a grin, "but KY is the one we sell most of, so I assume it must be good. Small, medium, large or extra large?"



I thought of Ramon's cock. "Extra large."



"Nadine! Can you get an extra large jar of KY for the young lady here?" he shouted across the shop. By now everybody in the shop had stopped whatever they were doing and was looking in my direction.



A girl in her early twenties arrived with a large jar in her hand. She wore a simple dress made of a material which left no doubt that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. I wondered if she had another job in the sex business.



"Is that the only size you have?" I asked when she handed me the jar.



"I thought you had asked for extra large, didn't you?"



"Oh, I'm sorry. I misunderstood the question. I didn't know he had asked what size I wanted."



"What did you think I meant by 'small, medium, large, extra large'?" the man asked, clearly puzzled.



"Oh, I understand," Nadine interrupted with a big smile, "it's _him_ who is extra large."



I was sure my face just got several shades darker. 'The colour of a freshly spanked bottom', as Roxy had called it. The thought made me smile.



"I'll take this one," I said to Nadine. "Can you gift- wrap it for me, please."



"I see, it's a present! Is that all he gets?"



"He also gets a chance to use it," I replied. I had reached the point where I couldn't possibly get any more embarrassed.



"Lucky fellow," she said, giving me the once-over. "I wish I could be there when he unwraps his present."



After I had paid for my purchase, Nadine opened the door for me and wished me good luck.



[Ramon's birthday]



When the alarm went off, I was on the large bed sucking Ramon's cock, to my left Pablo had his head buried between Mirabelle's thighs while on my right Sylvie was riding Rui's cock. I had had the foresight to set the alarm clock so that we wouldn't miss midnight, the start of a new year in Ramon's life. I, in particular, didn't want to miss the opportunity to give him my present.



The sudden noise caught everybody by surprise, but they soon realised what it was about. We all stopped what we were doing and joined in a heart-felt rendition of 'Happy birthday to you'. I'm sure this was the first time this song was sung to Ramon by five naked friends who just minutes ago had been engaged in serious lovemaking.



Readers may be wondering how we got from my purchase in the sex shop to the tableau on Ramon's bed. Let me fill in the gaps.



Apart from attending Roxy's lessons, having my bottom spanked and buying 'anal lubricant' in a sex shop, I had been busy sending e-mails to Sylvie and Mirabelle and having private conversations with Pablo and Rui.



Because of my sudden departure from Villiers when I moved into my room in Paris without much notice, there wasn't any chance to say farewell to Sylvie and Mirabelle and to follow up on my conversation with Sylvie. But I wasn't moving to the other side of the world; there was always a chance for the occasional visit once I had settled in, and there were the telephone and e-mail to stay in touch.



In one of my messages to Sylvie, I let it shine through that I knew from a reliable source that Rui's performance in bed was quite spectacular and definitely worth a trip to Paris. Mirabelle, on the other hand, revealed an interest in Pablo in one of her messages. She confessed that the reason she had acted like an oversexed nymph on our journey to Villiers was that she had been thoroughly aroused by Pablo. "The way he looked at me and talked to me made me want to take off all my clothes and throw myself at his feet," she said in her e-mail.



But she had just spent a large part of the weekend making love to one man. She couldn't possibly jump into bed with another one on the same day! She felt that even a sexually liberated woman like her had to exercise some moral restraint. Now she was wondering whether she should have followed her instinct. Little did she know that all three men, Ramon, Pablo and Rui, had fucked me repeatedly that day.



I had met both Pablo and Rui a few times since then and had steered the subject of conversation towards my two friends who had stopped by to get a lift to Villiers. Both Pablo and Rui had shown interest in the young women. They had expressed the wish to meet their respective partners again so they could pick up on their conversations.



The only thing which kept these four people from meeting the object of their desire was the distance and a lack of opportunity. I thought I owed it to them to do my part in helping to bring the two couples together. I didn't have any ambitions to create long lasting relationships; that was up to them to decide. I just wanted to create the opportunity for them to try.



And then there was Ramon's birthday coming up. I had asked him casually what he intended to do and how he would like to celebrate his birthday. He always answered that it wasn't really an important date for him. He considered the impending launch of his collection much more important, particularly because it was the result of his hard work and determination.



"There's no merit in getting older, it happens all by itself," he kept saying.



But finally I got him to agree to celebrate his birthday.



"Who are you going to invite?"



"Nobody." He still hadn't fully accepted the idea. "You, of course, but that goes without saying. Maybe Pablo and Rui."



"Are they going to bring their girlfriends?"



"They don't have anybody steady at the moment. And I doubt that their casual acquaintances will be interested in coming to a boring birthday party."



The thought of being on my own with Ramon, Pablo and Rui when I was going to present Ramon with his present made me think of making up for the missed opportunity of having three cocks inside me. I could let Ramon fuck my virgin ass while I took the other two in my pussy and mouth. But the birthday would also make an excellent opportunity to join up my friends with Ramon's friends.



"Would it be okay if I invite Sylvie and Mirabelle, so they don't feel left out?" I asked.



Ramon got suspicious. "Are you trying to be a matchmaker?"



"From what I can tell, they got along very well the one time they met. I thought they deserved another chance."



As soon as Ramon had agreed, I got into contact with Sylvie and Mirabelle and managed to persuade them to accept the invitation. They were a little reluctant at first. They probably figured that this meant staying in Paris overnight and didn't want to appear too easy. I informed them that, apart from the huge bed they had seen, there were two more bedrooms, one of which was set aside for visitors. But I also hinted that they would be able to retire to the guest bedroom whenever they wanted a little privacy.



I had been telling Sylvie and Mirabelle that their respective pretenders had shown a lot of interest in getting to know them better but that they were a little shy by nature and didn't quite know how to make their move. Sylvie had found it hard to believe that Rui was shy. She had almost melted under his look and his words and had been ready to jump into bed with him. The only thing that held her back that day was the fact that she was still recovering from a weekend of sex with Guy.



Likewise, I told Pablo and Rui that their prospective partners were willing but shy, so it would depend on them to make the decisive move.



I had prepared myself for the big event by wearing the butt plug Roxy had given me for almost 24 hours non-stop. I had never worn it for this long and it did get quite uncomfortable towards the end, but I considered it worth the pain. I only removed it when it was time to get myself ready for Ramon's party. I noticed that my hole was red, looking slightly irritated. But I was sure that this would soon disappear.



My preparations seemed to have had the desired effect. As soon as Sylvie and Mirabelle arrived they were caught in a tight embrace by their respective partners, treated to deep, passionate kisses which lasted for several minutes. When the two couples eventually settled down, they engaged in intimate caresses, apparently completely oblivious to what went on around them. It was only a question of time when the first couple would disappear into the guest bedroom.



Sylvie was the first to disappear and to treat us soon after to her version of the 'screaming orgasm' in three parts. When they returned, their clothing was reduced to one item each - it was still too early for complete nudity.



In the meantime Pablo had helped Mirabelle to shed a good part of her wardrobe and was sucking her voluptuous breasts, while I had removed Ramon's trousers and was riding his cock in a slow, sensual rhythm. Mirabelle and Pablo went to enjoy the privacy of the guest bedroom and soon Mirabelle let us all know how much she enjoyed what Pablo's cock was doing to her pussy. They returned from the bedroom without any clothes on.



Seeing how well my plan had worked out so far, I longed for some serious fucking by Ramon. We both undressed and moved to the altar. Ramon's cock and mouth worked wonders and I soon joined the chorus of women proclaiming the benefits of a good fuck. Ramon kept fucking me through my orgasm but my shouts must have stimulated the other two couples who joined us on the big bed.



It was wonderful to be part of this threesome of women who were urging on their studs to give it to them good and hard, to ram their cocks deeper and faster inside them. I wish I had a recording of the sounds we produced. It would be a powerful document of the joy of sex.



Sometime in the middle of all this uncontrolled lust, I realized that I was the link between the other five people present. I had made love to all of them. Mirabelle and Sylvie before I met Ramon, and Pablo and Rui as part of Ramon's plan.



Ramon had specifically told everybody that he didn't want any presents. In my case he had added, 'You are the best present I've received this year - I don't need anything else.'



So when I approached him just after midnight with my little parcel in hand he wasn't very pleased. "I told you I didn't want any present."



"Ssh, this isn't a present. Just something that lets you use what you've already got in a new way."



He didn't have a clue what I was talking about and started to unpack the parcel with a puzzled look on his face. When he realized what it was, he stopped unpacking and looked at me.



"Are you sure?"



"Yes darling, as sure as I've ever been."



He gave me a big hug.



"I'll be yours tonight or any time you want me."



Ramon tried to put the still half-wrapped packet on a shelf out of sight, but Mirabelle and Sylvia had observed the exchange and became curious about what my parcel contained. They picked up the half-unwrapped parcel to see what it was. For a moment I was undecided about what to do. Maybe they would recognize the brand name and know what it was for, or they'd read the description and manage to draw their own conclusion, or they didn't have a clue and would riddle me with their questions.



I didn't feel comfortable with either of these options, but didn't want to leave it to chance. I gave both of them a smack on their bare bottoms, took the jar out of their hands and said, "What kind of behaviour is this, spying on other people's shelves?"



"We were just curious what present you gave Ramon. What is it?"



"You're too young for this kind of thing. When you've grown up your mothers will tell you what it is and what it's for."



"Oh, I didn't know you had secrets," said Mirabelle.



"After all we've done for you," Sylvie added.



Ramon had observed our conversation. "You're really curious about this, aren't you?" he asked my two friends.



They nodded.



"Would you say your curiosity is stronger than your jealousy?"



They didn't understand. Ramon explained. "I won't tell you the answer. I won't explain; I'll demonstrate. But this demonstration would involve Pablo and Rui. It would involve them making love to another woman, to Jacqueline."



They both gasped in horror.



Ramon continued. "If that idea bothers you, either of you, just say it and we'll drop the subject. I'll understand. Most people couldn't bear the thought of their partner getting involved with someone else, even if it's only physical. However, if you are determined to find out, we'll demonstrate it for you."



I knew what Ramon was getting at. He wanted to let me experience three cocks at the same time while he fucked my ass for the first time. Right here in front of my friends! I was grateful for his intention but I felt uncomfortable about the situation.



Not only was I unsure how they would react to my taking Ramon's cock up my ass, I also expected them to be deeply shocked watching me having sex with three men at the same time. And on top of that, it would involve Rui and Pablo, with whom their relationship had only just started. I was trying to tell Ramon that there was no need for any other man, that he could fuck my ass now or any other time he liked. And if the chance to have three cocks inside me did not arise again, that wouldn't be a problem either.



"I think he's just called us provincial and narrow- minded," Sylvie said. "I'm not as possessive as you think. If Rui wants to play with Jacqueline, go right ahead. What do you say, Mirabelle."



Mirabelle was in a tight embrace with Pablo, his cock poking against her lower belly. "Alright," she said, "but only for a short while. I want him back in working order."



Ramon arranged two chairs near the bed so that my two friends could watch from a comfortable position. Rui and Pablo climbed on the bed. They gave me a choice whom I wanted to suck and whom I wanted to fuck me. I asked Rui to lie on his back and lowered myself onto his rock-hard cock. I could hear Sylvie gasp. Maybe she had thought that Ramon's explanation had been a bluff. Pablo positioned himself so that I could stuff his cock into my mouth.



Ramon got hold of the jar. He spread my bottom cheeks and applied the lubricant. As he pushed his finger inside me, I could hear the surprised voice of Sylvie. "Her ass! He's going to fuck her ass!"



That was all she said. Almost as if she was talking to herself.



Ramon's fingers in my rear passage felt wonderful. He was as gentle as Marie had been and made sure that I was well greased before he'd enter me. I speared myself deeper onto Rui's rod of steel and ran my tongue around Pablo's cock head. There were so many sensations, I didn't know which one to focus on.



Then Ramon started to push his cock inside me. My lessons with Roxy had prepared me for the sensation of having a hard object inserted into my rear. But this hard object was Ramon's cock! Nothing had prepared me for the feeling of fulfilment that I experienced as he pushed deeper and deeper into my hole. And, of course, there was another cock throbbing in my pussy and a third one in my mouth.



I contracted my pussy muscles so firmly around Rui's cock that I could hear him gasp. And I shoved Pedro's cock so deep into my throat that I almost gagged. Could this be called a Jacqueline sandwich or was Jacqueline kebab more appropriate? There isn't really a culinary term which can describe what I felt.



I ceased to exist; my body ceased to exist. It was simply the centre of a desire for more and more intense sexual pleasure. I wanted Ramon to hurt me, punish me, split me in two, as I sucked Pablo's cock and slammed Rui's hard rod into my pussy, in a frenzied desire to reach my orgasm. When I came, I didn't stop. I flooded Rui with my juices. His cock pounded the liquid into a foaming cream as he, too, came and added his semen to the mixture.



Pablo shot his hot cum into my mouth but Ramon kept pushing his cock in and out of my ass. His hands roamed over my upper body, sometimes holding on to my hips to thrust deeper inside me, sometimes moving up to caress my breasts, fondle my nipples.



The other two cocks had already wilted and I had licked Pablo's softening cock clean when Ramon filled my rear with spurt after spurt of his cum. I could feel his cock pulsate in my tight channel and came to a final peak before I passed out. This had been the most intense pleasure of my still young life, but I knew it was something that would be difficult to repeat or improve on.



Sylvie and Mirabelle watched the spectacle open-mouthed. Later they confirmed to me that they had never imagined that a woman could abandon herself so wantonly and single- mindedly to the pursuit of pleasure.



Later that night, after the other two couples had retired to their individual bedrooms, Ramon made love to me on the altar, where we always spent our nights together. He caressed me with so much tenderness that I felt I wanted my body to melt into his. I wanted the two of us to become one person.



"I love you very much Jacqueline."



That well worn phrase both of us had been avoiding sounded natural, truthful and genuine. It seemed as if these words had never been spoken before by anybody else. "I love you too, and I want to belong to you forever."



I had never been happy with using the word 'love' for our relationship, mainly because I wasn't sure I really understood the concept of love. You were supposed to love your God, your country, your parents, children and other family members. In this context the word implied a sacrifice, giving something without expecting anything in return. But people could also love strawberries and cream or classical music, to use just two examples. In this case 'love' simply meant enjoyment. The fact that the word could be used to cover such a wide range of feelings and the fact that it was used indiscriminately made it almost meaningless to me.



If, on our first encounter, Ramon had said 'I love you', I might have just laughed at him. But he had said 'I want to make love to you' which is simply a euphemism for having sex. When I met Ramon, I considered what happened between us simply as a special form of physical attraction. My body and mind reacted very intensely to his touch, his voice, his presence. I would have called this desire, passion or lust.



He was able to make me react to his touch like I had never reacted before. And it was from my reactions, my responsiveness to his caresses that he derived so much pleasure to make him want to go on caressing me. Our passion for each other was feeding itself. I was willing to let him do with me whatever made him happy and accept any pain or discomfort knowing that my body was giving him pleasure. I felt that my body was his to use and abuse.



My 'anal training' had been in large part an expression of this desire. I wanted to train my body to accept his large cock in my rear. Of course, I did enjoy the training sessions with Roxy and Marie very much. I even had pleasant memories of the punishment I received afterwards from Michel. And I admit that the possibility of the foursome with Rui, Pablo and Ramon had always been in the back of my mind. I had to admit that I hadn't been thinking exclusively of Ramon's pleasure.



But I felt an urge to take my commitment to Ramon further. I wanted to belong to him. But whenever I talked to him in these terms, he shied away from the idea. He insisted that I was an independent woman and that I belonged to no-one but myself.



My desire remained, nonetheless. I wanted to be his slave, but in a more complete way than I had been Charlotte's slave. That episode had only been a game of make-believe. I had read that real masters used to mark their slaves to identify them as their property. Not only to tell others, but mainly to serve as a constant reminder for the slave herself that she was the property of her master.



I wanted Ramon to mark me, or agree to have me marked. I was thinking of a tattoo 'Property of Ramon' either across my breasts or on my lower abdomen, just above my pussy, but high enough so that it would be visible above a bikini bottom. The problem was that so far Ramon had not shown any interested in taking a dominant role. The only times he had given me any orders was when he told me to take off my panties, the day we met at '_Le Club_', and after my first encounter with Pablo.



The gang bang when Ramon and his two friends had 'violated' me, could be taken as a sign that he accepted ownership of me and the right to share me with his friends if he wanted to do so. But I saw it more as his way of helping me to realize a fantasy I had told him about.



I wanted Ramon to punish me like Michel punished Roxy, with or without reason. Given the will, it wouldn't be too difficult to find offences I had committed which could displease him. Consulting Roxy on anal sex, my orgies with Roxy and Marie, even pulling strings to get Sylvie and Mirabelle together with Rui and Pablo could all be legitimate reasons for punishing me. Maybe this would be a first step.



If Ramon accepted that he had the right to punish me, then he would also accept that he had the power to decide what behaviour was right and wrong for me. He could lay down the rules and enforce them, punishing me whenever I stepped out of line. But for the time being I just had to be content with being able to offer him my rear for his pleasure.

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In my earlier dream I kept my mouth shut and Shellie never came to hate me. If Johnny Ito knew about Chibisama, then at some point he might mention that he knew someone who knew her. He said he wouldn't, but what was that promise worth really? A promise to a rich boss's son? About someone he'd never met?



I flipped the phone shut and decided that it would be better if she knew. On the other hand, I wasn't afraid of a little bribery while I was at it.



I walked into my bedroom and both Emily and Shellie flashed me smiles.



I shook my head and turned to Shellie. "Who is C-Ko?"



She frowned. I'd pronounced it like Johnny had said it, with a clear American "C."



"It's 'say-ko,' she told me. "Where did you hear the name?"



"A guy who works with my father." I stiffened my spine. "He's Japanese, I think. Besides computers he seems to have a lot of hobbies. Hot sports cars... and anime."



"There's an anime called Project A-Ko." At least the "A" sounded right. "A-Ko is gifted with superhuman powers; her job is to protect C-Ko, who is a very young girl, who can't decide if she's madly in love with A-Ko or B-Ko, who is the villianess of the piece. Unless you count the transvestite."



I made a gesture with my hand going over my head. "That's more than I needed to know." I tried smiling. "How much are those programs you talked about worth to you? Maya and 3DS Max?"



"I can't afford them," she told me.



"If someone who's seen Chibisama's art and wanted to offer them as a gift, freely given... would you take them? Knowing he'll know the town Chibisama lives in?"



I saw the emotions chase across her face... a hint of anger, only replaced by something I would have first described as avarice... no, hunger would have been better choice, I thought.



"Davey, for one of those, yes. You understand about Pandora's Box?"



Now, once again, she was beyond me. "I know the story, yes."



She giggled. "I'm reliably told that it takes clever people three to six months of heavy work to come up to speed on either. Chibisama is, I think, about to go into hibernation for the winter!"



Well, I might never see her again, but at least she wasn't mad. And might even be happy. Good enough for me!



"I'm sorry," I tried to explain. "I was talking about anime, and fans and how some wanted to be left alone. He mentioned Chibisama. Somehow, I need to learn how to control my face."



Mercedes leaned close to Shellie and whispered to her, Shellie whispered back.



"We've voted," Mercedes told me. "No fucking way! We like you the way you are!"



"I could win a lot more money at poker..." I said weakly.



Shellie blew me a kiss and shook her head.



Across the room, Emily and Karen had been standing silently, watching us. Mercedes turned their way and smiled.



Emily nodded, turned and left. Karen simply stared back at Mercedes, then pointed at me. "I want to talk to Davey, privately. This is his bedroom. Could you give us a minute?"



Mercedes giggled. "Davey's good, he's really good. A minute would be a complete waste!" She linked hands with Shellie and the two of them left.



Karen looked at me. "You've done right by me from the first day we met."



I remembered that day, remembered Pammie going down on her, remembered Wanda and I. Nope, I wasn't going to forget anytime soon!



"It was never my place to talk."



"Well, I want you to change that. Talk about me to Chuck. Okay, I was curious. Now, I've been there and done that. Wanda might like it a lot, Pammie might like it a little, but it does nothing for me except make me want to barf. Tell him anything you like, just get him to stop calling me. He could, for instance, call Pammie, who'd like to hear from him."



Let's see. I'd gone head to head with Jack. Terry Toohey and his cohorts. Fesselhof. Now she wanted me to have a heart-to-heart with Chuck Bradshaw.



"You understand Chuck's a senior and I'm a freshman? That my talking to him is as likely to make it worse for both of us, than make it better for you?"



Karen stepped close, leaned closer and lightly kissed my cheek.



"Most guys I've met," she said, "are assholes. Some of them are mean fucking assholes. You're sweet, you care, you try."



"It's not as hard as you think," I told her.



She laughed. "Maybe not for you." She smiled at me. "Pammie told on you, you know."



"Told on me?" What could Pammie tell people about me?



"That she stripped naked and threw herself at you. That you were polite, considerate... and firm about saying no. You just don't understand, Davey, that guys always say yes. Always. Except you. Unless they're queer... and you aren't."



"No, I'm not gay."



She smiled. "I heard a joke, back home. A young, handsome guy in New York City is standing on a street corner and he sees a group of beautiful women, all young and attractive. He walks up to them and says, "Hi, I live up in that penthouse over there, on the top of the most expensive apartment building facing Central Park. Who wants to go up there and fuck for the rest of the day with me?"



I shrugged, not sure of her point.



"You know how many women would say yes?"



"None, I imagine," I told her. "Not unless he started talking big bucks."



"None," she agreed.



"Now," she went on, "imagine a women in her fifties, a woman who has seen a lot of better days, frowzy hair, frowzy clothes, driving an old VW that's falling apart. She pulls up to a group of guys and says, 'Hi! I'm horny! Who wants to go over to my trailer and fuck?"



"Lots of guys would say yes," I told her, getting the point of the story.



"All of them would... unless one was you."



"I'd think about it," I told her honestly.



The smile Karen gave me said I was making her point, not the other way round.



"You'll speak to Chuck?"



"Sure. I'll wait until just before the game tomorrow night and spring it on him." Another way of committing suicide.



"Saturday at the party will be okay."



Karen smiled, turned, and walked away.



We spent some time then, books and discussion about school. It was close to dinnertime, and Mercedes was expecting her mom any minute. Then both Mercedes' mom arrived and my dad seconds later. Dad made me a little uneasy when he stood next to the table we were working at, watching us. He turned to Mercedes' mom and grinned. "Davey has unexpected depths. If I was in a room with four girls my mind would be on something other than books."



She laughed. "When you're looking at the books, you are as focused as any person I've seen, Phil."



He chuckled. "Okay, I deserved that. I guess that's what the word of the day is. Focused. For instance, there was an insistence about a new computer. Yet here he sits, and the computer is in the other room, still in the box."



"That's the old one. Shellie knows a lot about PCs," I interjected. "We got it set up, transferred my stuff from the old machine and got the Internet working. She's pretty good."



Dad looked at Shellie, then handed me a shopping bag. "I'm not supposed to know who this goes to," he said that while still looking at Shellie. He went on. "What would be nice, Johnny says, is that since these are review copies of some programs, if whoever uses them could write some reviews and get them to me, I could forward them to Johnny. That way this whole transaction would be completely legit. Not, of course, that I would take part in something that was even a little bit wonky."



He put the bag down between Shellie and me.



"Thanks," I told him. "I'll see it gets into the right hands."



"Thanks, Mr. Harper," Shellie said. "And thank your computer guy, too."



Dad grinned. "I heard you were shy and bashful."



"Sometimes people need to think beyond today," Shellie told him.



Dad nodded. "Couldn't have said it better myself."



There was a general exodus after that, leaving me alone in my room to contemplate my new computer and Shellie's backup DVD's. I reluctantly went out on the web, looking for more on intelligence tests. Just before I was called for dinner I started reading about Turing Tests, which were pretty fascinating all by themselves.



Of course, getting an octopus to respond to "Is the rain in Spain falling mainly in the plain?" would be a little exciting. What was rain to an octopus? Spain? How would you explain the concept of a plain? It was enough to make my head ache.



The next morning I swam strongly; it was warmer, almost muggy. The air was still. I finished up, and as I got out, I saw Wanda sitting at a picnic table. I couldn't remember if she'd been there when I'd come out or not. She waved me over and I sat down across from her.



"Karen talk to you?" she asked.



"Yeah," I replied.



"Why is it, Davey, that guys like you and Jack, you're satisfied, pretty much, with what you have? And then there's guys like Chuck and someone who's name will never, ever pass my lips again, aren't?"



"I don't know," I told her. "I couldn't imagine doing something a girl didn't want me to -- and even that's not enough. When Irene wanted to do it like crazy... that brought me up short. I just couldn't." I shook my head, remembering. "Yet the other day you woke me up, and..."



"And you liked it," she told me.



"Sure." I thought for a few seconds. "Do you think it might be as simple as my being content with what's given freely... and others aren't content unless they take it?"



"I guess. I'm not sure that's as simple as it sounds. Chuck keeps pushing Karen. I told him to back off, but he just blew me off."



"Still, Chuck..." my voice trailed off. I liked Chuck. I had trouble imagining someone I liked being unable to take "no" for answer.



So, I was more thoughtful than usual when I got to school... and happy to see Mercedes once again. "Turing Tests," I said as I sat down next to her.



"Touring what? Hawaii?" she laughed at her own wit.



"No, it's a classic bit of computer science," I told her. "People have been practicing writing programs that can conduct a conversation with someone on the other end. The Test part is you have to decide if you are talking to a person or the computer."



"How is this going to apply to seeing how smart octopi are?"



"Concept," I told her. "How do we know what we're really testing? Just more to think about in framing an experiment."



Mercedes nodded. "I've got a few ideas. I've been making notes and stuff. Maybe tonight, after school, we can compare notes."



Me? Notes? "I've been keeping everything in my head," I said weakly.



Emily spoke up. "What about the game tonight? It's away."



I wanted to hit my head against the wall. In the past it had been Dad gathering everyone up after school in his car and off we'd go. We could fit Emily in the car easily enough, but what about Mercedes and Shellie?



Mercedes shrugged. "I was thinking of staying home." She glanced at me, hinting it might be really fun to stay home.



"I want to watch the game," Emily said stoutly. "Rob's been to practice every day the last two weeks. He might get some playing time tonight."



"We should think about going," I told Mercedes. "I know my parents will be expecting me to go." And Wanda would be expecting me, too, I was sure.



"Don't forget we have an away baseball game tomorrow as well," Mercedes reminded me. "And you have a pool party in the afternoon."



I smiled, contemplating what a crowded calendar I had for Saturday.



Second period I winced when I saw Shellie. It looked like she hadn't had any sleep at all. Her smile was pale and drawn, and I wanted to kick myself for having had anything to do with getting her to look like that.



Still, on the way to algebra she smiled and shook her head. "No, it's okay. I've never felt better."



"You don't look that way," Mercedes told her.



She smiled at Mercedes, too. "You don't know, you just don't know!"



When we all assembled for lunch, Shellie was sitting between Mercedes and me. I felt her hand underneath the table on my leg for just an instant, a quick squeeze. Her voice was barely audible over the noise in the cafeteria. "If I could kiss you the way I feel right now, Davey, you'd squirt!"



I almost fell off my seat and Mercedes giggled. Shellie went on, "Now I'm going to take a nap. Wake me when lunch is over!" With that, she pillowed her head in her arms on the table and was asleep a fraction of a second later.



I decided that I wasn't likely to wake Shellie up, so I called Dad on my cell phone. "Are we going to the game tonight?" I asked.



There was a hesitation on the other end, then Dad said, "Well, Linda was saying she was going to take the girls... Wanda, Emily, Pammie and Karen. Kind of a girl's night out. I wasn't sure if you wanted to go or not." He paused again, then said, "Maybe you and your friends would like to come over to the house and have some pizza or Chinese... get a movie or something to watch. There's always things I could do here."



I contemplated what I really wanted to do tonight. "Just a second," I told him.



I looked across the table at Emily. "Dad was saying Mom was going to take you, Wanda, Pammie and Karen to the game this afternoon."



"That's what she said. It'll be fun!"



Karen's expression was curious. "Oh, we'll have a lot of fun!"



I turned to Mercedes. "Dad says if I want, you and I and Shellie could go over to my house, get something to eat and watch a movie or something."



"Or something sounds like fun. Sure."



I told Dad that we'd be at the house, after school. Then I folded the cell phone and slid it back in my pocket.



Emily and Rob were going wandering again, camera once more in hand. I thought about asking what they were taking pictures of, but decided to leave it for another time. Lately Karen had been going with them, but today she stayed at the table and the three of us worked on home work.



When the bell was just about to ring, Mercedes shook Shellie. She opened her eyes and smiled at Mercedes, then me. It was a smile that could have melted a slab of granite. "While you were asleep, I talked to my dad. He said I could stay home this evening and not go to the game. We could go over to my place," I told her.



Shellie giggled. "I had a really nice dream." She dropped her voice so that only Mercedes and I could hear her. "I made you both squirt!"



Mercedes patted her arm. "A girl after my own heart! And all we did was homework! I'm going to have to try a nap at school myself!"



We separated, Mercedes going to her class, Shellie and I headed for geography. "I've been thinking," she told me, as we walked.



"That's always good."



She punched my arm. "You were right about Colonel Terrell, it's time to move on. I apologized to him before school today, and I'm going to do it again after school. Will you and Mercedes wait for me?"



I'd forgotten all about her having to go in after school. "Shellie, Mercedes and I will always be there for you."



"That's good," she said, "because I thought we were going to go to the game tonight. I was expecting to ride with you and that's what I told my parents. I might be able to convince them that I'm studying most nights after school, but not Fridays!"



"So, we just won't update them on the schedule change," I told Shellie. As far as I was concerned, lying to Shellie's parents came under the heading of "social work."



And sure enough, right off the top, the Colonel called on Shellie and she was polite and called him "sir" and confined herself to the answers.



Then it was PE, and while I wanted to talk to Chuck, it didn't work out until at the end of the period.



"Chuck!" I called and he grinned and came over.



I hadn't really thought about what I was going to say, so I decided not to beat around the bush. If I was going to get pounded to a pulp, better to get an early start. "Karen Grissom is my friend," I told him. "I met her right after she got banished here, she's in the study group we've got for the honors classes."



"All girls, right?" He laughed. "Good for you, Davey!"



"Yeah. She says you keep calling her and she's asked you not to. She asked me to have a word with you."



"She's cute, she's sexy... and she came on to me."



"Well, it didn't work out. Please Chuck, I know we're not bosom buddies, but could you just leave her alone now?"



He didn't have an expression on his face; I wished I could do as well, because I didn't have a clue what he was thinking.



"You're a straight-up guy, Davey. You just up and say what you want. You're not afraid of me, of Coach, not anyone. I heard about those guys you took down that day in the cafeteria. I heard about Fesselhof getting busted. Jack has some good words to say about you. And here you stand, in my face, telling me to stay away from a girl."



"She's my friend," I told him. "Once you asked me and I told you about Pammie. It's something a friend would do. And now, as a friend, I'm telling you that you're bothering Karen."



He nodded. "Okay, you tell her from me, that it's confusing when someone comes on to you one day, then tells you to get lost the next."



"Think of it," I told him, "as a test drive that didn't go well."



He raised an eyebrow. "You know what she did?"



"I can guess. Yeah, pretty much."



"And she told you about that?"



I nodded. He probably didn't want to know who else had told me about it, though.



"And I thought guys were supposed to be bad about kiss and tell."



"Chuck," I told him honestly, "if you'd stopped calling when she asked you, I wouldn't have heard about it."



"But she told you about it?"



"We're friends. She wanted me to know that it wasn't... all your fault. She understands and is sorry for causing the misunderstanding."



"We're late for class, Davey."



I was indeed late for Spanish. When I walked into the room, Mrs. Campo asked me for my homework sheet, and I handed it to her. She glanced at it and then told me to recite the conversation for the day, playing the part of Maria. I spoke the part that started the conversation, and then she told me I was Carlos as well. So I stood there and had a conversation with myself, as those were the only two speakers.



She waved me to my seat. "You will not be late again, no?"



"No," I agreed.



I sat there and listened as she went on with the lesson. It wasn't until ten minutes or so later that I realized that she had spoken to me in Spanish and I'd understood easily what she was saying. And while my most of my responses had been, "Si, senora" and "No, senora" I hadn't thought about replying in English.



I left Spanish at the end of the day feeling pretty good.



I met Mercedes and reminded her that Shellie had the business after school, so we went to the office. Shellie was already there with her parents. Mercedes and I sat a ways away, talking to each other. I didn't have trouble finding a subject to talk about. I explained what had happened in Spanish.



Mercedes promptly rattled off a couple of sentences that I had no idea what they meant. She thought that was funny. "You have what, a hundred words?" she asked. I nodded. "That's the vocabulary of a three-year-old, Davey. About the same knowledge of grammar. At the end of this year, you will be about as literate as any five year old."



I was crestfallen, but she shook her head. "It goes faster, after that, I think. But still, to learn another language... it's not easy."



Shellie and her parents came out of the counselor's office, so did Colonel Terrell. He shook hands with Shellie's parents, nodded at Shellie, then left. Shellie said a few words to her parents, and they left too. She came over to us and we stood up.



"Free, free at last!" Shellie said. "On to the weekend!"



We walked home together, talking about my three-year-old Spanish proficiency that I'd acquired after just a couple of weeks. Shellie agreed with Mercedes, but was happy to hear I thought I was doing well.



We put our books down and went straight to my room. I pushed the door shut, and even before I turned around, Mercedes and Shellie were kissing. In the next two minutes, they undressed each other while I watched; trading caresses as well as kisses. Then Shellie came to me, lifted her lips for a kiss and kiss we did. Mercedes came up behind me while Shellie and I were trading deep kisses and undressed me by reaching around from behind me.



When I was undressed, the three of us formed a triangle, arms around each other's waists. Mercedes looked at Shellie, then me. "I swear I'm like a little kid in a candy store -- not sure who I want to eat first."



Shellie nodded. "Sometimes," she said, her voice soft, "I wish there were four of us, so no one would have to be alone, even for a minute."



"Four would be really, really complicated," I said, thinking about it for a second.



Mercedes though, she smiled and landed a little butterfly kiss on Shellie's nose. "You have someone in mind, sweetheart?"



Shellie shook her head. "I don't either," Mercedes told us. "How about you, Davey?"



"A second ago you were saying something about how this made you feel like a kid in a candy store. I love you both; I don't know about candy stores, but this is my idea of heaven!"



Mercedes kissed me, and then she kissed Shellie. When she pulled back from Shellie, she nodded at me. "Okay, you said you felt like kissing Davey hard enough to make him come. Let's see if it's true!"



Shellie reached down and wrapped her hand around my erection and leaned close to kiss. I kissed her hard, corkscrewing my tongue around hers.



Shellie melted into my arms, molding her body as closely to mine as she could. She started to rub my hardon against the soft down of her pussy hair, and almost at once, I could feel moisture, whether hers or mine, I couldn't say. She lubricated my cock that way, getting me ready to enter her, I thought.



I was starting to feel my eruption coming; I desperately wanted to hold off and not come too early, but it was like Shellie knew every button to push, every point where pressure should be applied and just how much.



I still might have held out for a little longer, but I felt Mercedes move up behind me, nude now herself. She used her breasts as dainty fingers tracing lines across my back. It felt like I was turning inside out, emptying a big part of my body weight in sperm against Shellie's abdomen.



I felt my knees start to wobble, and I hastily sat down on my bed before I fell down. Mercedes stood looking at Shellie, the smile on her face was Mercedes at her wickedest. She pushed Shellie back against the bed, having her sit down next to me.



I could see dabs of white jism that had spattered across Shellie's belly. I was fascinated by the color difference between what I'd shot against her, and her skin... and Mercedes was darker-skinned by far than Shellie. What would Mercedes look like, spattered with semen? It was a truly erotic thought.



Mercedes however, had her own ideas of erotic. I knew she was kneeling between Shellie's legs, licking her pussy. When I saw Mercedes' tongue follow a short trail of sperm, I blinked. She was cleaning Shellie up! I looked at Shellie, leaning back now on her arms, her face a huge smile; shy, happy Shellie writ very large. And when the last trace of semen was gone, Mercedes redoubled her attention, her tongue licking and flickering over Shellie's pussy. I'd softened a bit, after I'd come, but that had changed almost the instant I knew what Mercedes was doing.



Up to now, we'd all three only touched each other together in the very earliest preliminaries. I leaned down and ran my tongue over one of Shellie's wonderful breasts, circling her nipple.



She groaned with pleasure and then started to shiver. I lightly nipped her nipple with just my lips, as I brought my hand to her other breast. Shellie's next groan was significantly louder, and I could feel a deep thrum inside her as her whole body was vibrating.



I reached out and ran my fingers down one of her braids, feeling the bumps and curves as I let it slip across my skin. For an instant I was back yesterday to my odd daydream, remembering that when I hurt her, that undoing the braids had been the most terrible statement of how she felt about what I'd done. She turned her cheek so that she brushed against the back of my hand.



I looked at her and saw a beautiful woman, full and ripe, grown and mature. Once again things happened inside me I can't describe. How could I come to care about someone so much? I'd made love to Wanda more times than Shellie. I liked my sister, and I doubted if I'd ever say no to her if she was feeling horny -- but the feelings I had for Shellie were a thousand times what I felt for Wanda.



"Ahhhhhh!" Shellie said, falling back bonelessly on the bed. "Ummmm!"



I glanced down. Shellie might have moved in relation to me, but Mercedes was still between her legs, her tongue moving in conjunction with Mercedes' fingers.



Mercedes looked up at me. "Take me from behind."



Her bottom lifted up as she continued kissing Shellie's pussy. I found I had to be on my knees, but I could see Mercede's pussy lips and that was target enough, not to mention sexy enough.



I slid inside Mercedes easily, smiling as I did. Was this what Shellie meant she was going to make Mercedes squirt from a kiss? I began to take strong, slow, deliberate strokes, going as deeply as I could, taking my time.



Her bottom started to corkscrew, and I could feel her vaginal muscles pulsing against me. I groaned in pleasure myself, and I kept up my slow pace steady, though it was nearly driving me crazy. I just wanted to start jack-hammering into her, seeking my release.



Shellie moaned, her head rolling back and forth. That helped me focus, to continue my steady pace. Mercedes' motions started to grow more frantic, much faster. "Oh Davey!" she breathed, her voice tight with desire. "Harder! Faster!"



I couldn't resist it; I gave into my impulse. I leaned close, my hands going around to cup her breasts; my mouth was next to her ear. "Patience, my sweet!"



"Fuck patience!" She was, I could see, getting really worked up.



I had to let go, there was no way to press against her like I wanted and still hold her breasts, my weight so far forward. I moved back and resumed my pace. She was really getting worked up, bucking and twisting, pressing back against me.



I kept that up for another couple minutes, and again leaned close, my fingers rubbing her back, ending up rubbing her breasts, harder than I usually did. "Like this?" I whispered in her ear.



"Daveyyyy!" her voice was a desperate wail, the last syllable of my name drawn out.



"I guess so," I said as I resumed. Bluff, I thought, I really couldn't contain myself any more. Hearing her like that also touched deep inside me.



I thrust harder and faster. Her ass cheeks clinched around me. I groaned and came again, buried as deep inside her pussy as I could stretch my hungry erection.



For maybe a minute, the only sound in my room was our mutual panting for breath. Mercedes finally stirred, giving my cock another squeeze. "You were mean," she said, looking back at me.



I smiled at her and she giggled. She pulled forward, moving now, and I slid out. She moved a few more feet and settled in next to Shellie, spooning in behind her, her hands unerringly seeking out Shellie's breasts. I moved to come in behind Mercedes, my arm lying across hers and touching Shellie's.



"That was nice," Shellie said softly. "Really nice."



"It was," I agreed, my cock partly erect already, nestled in Mercedes' ass-crack.



Mercedes moved and kissed Shellie's ear. "You and I, Shellie, we need to exercise or something. Davey's ready to go again!"



I wasn't, not really, but it did tickle my ego.



We lay together for about twenty minutes, just sharing contact with each other, with nothing between us.



Mercedes: pragmatic, bossy Mercedes, who, it seemed didn't like to be teased, finally spoke. "The only problem I see right now, is that to go take a shower we have to parade nude through your family room."



"Nobody's home," I told her.



"One of these days you'll be wrong," she said.



"Dearest Mercedes," Shellie said, turning on her back, and leaning up to give Mercedes a quick kiss. "Everyone on the block can hear us and tell what we're doing. We are, my darling, very noisy."



"I love it when you talk dirty," Mercedes told her and we all started laughing.



We did get up and we did parade nude into the bathroom and there was, indeed, no one home. Twenty minutes later, we trooped back; wet, mildly hornier than we'd been when we started the shower. There had been a lot of mutual scrubbing, and as Mercedes so quaintly put it: rub-a-dub-dubbing.



I know it probably sounds bizarre, but we got dressed and Mercedes sat down at the computer and pulled her notebook out of her backpack. She started Word, created a document and started transferring notes to the computer, talking as she typed.



I made a few comments as she went, and then she looked at me. I went over a few of the points I'd noticed, working from memory. I talked steadily, and she typed as I talked. Then we started going over things, this idea and that, with Shellie chiming in occasionally with a comment of her own.



We were still at it after an hour and a half when Dad appeared in my doorway. "You left your door open, Davey."



"We're surfing the net, Dad."



He glanced over at the tousled bed and back to me. "I can see what you're doing. Davey, could I talk to you for a moment, outside?"



Mercedes came right back, "Are you sleeping with my mother, Mr. Harper?"



He looked at her without expression while I sucked air. Shellie turned bright red.



Dad finally laughed. "No. And to make it clear: I'm not Bill Clinton and I'm not playing games with words. I've never slept with your mother, been in bed with your mother, had sex with your mother, oral or otherwise." He paused and laughed harder. "Not to say I haven't considered what it would be like a time or two."



"Why do you want to talk to Davey in private?"



"Because I have something I want to say to him that I feel should be his choice whether or not he should share it with you and Shellie."



There was a definite, "come hither" look in my father's eyes and I got up and followed him. He went through the family room and into the living room, Mom's most sacrosanct holy of holies.



He looked me in the eye. "Fesselhof was released earlier in the week."



"You said that," I told him.



"It is still the belief of everyone that it was Fesselhof who fired the shots into the family room."



I could only shrug. I believed it myself.



"There were terms and conditions to Fesselhof's release. He wasn't to come near you or your friends. He wasn't to come near this house."



Another shrug from me.



He shook his head. "The FBI is following him. About two hours ago, he drove past the house."



Such a simple thing! He drove past the house! I worked my neck, trying to keep myself from exploding. It wasn't an easy thing.



"He was stopped a short while later and warned again. He told them he was 'just driving' and was unaware of where he was. He's currently in a holding cell at the police station, waiting for his father to come and get him."



"So, even though he broke the rules, he goes free once again?"



"Pretty much."



I waved at the phone. "You should call Chief Ortega. Willy Coy. If I see Fesselhof and I think he's a possible threat to me or my friends, what I did to Terry Toohey will seem like a group hug."



Dad laughed. "And I told Vic that if I see Fesselhof, I'm going to shoot him dead on sight. I don't care what his excuse is. I've been cautioned, but I don't care. Like you, my family, and my family's friends are important to me."



"But you didn't want to tell it to me in front of Mercedes and Shellie?"



"Davey, things keep happening to you. I honestly don't think any of it is your fault, but things keep happening. At some point, someone is going to voice concern for bystanders in your vicinity, particularly if things keep happening. I might not be sleeping with Mercedes' mother, but we certainly engage in verbal intercourse: Ruy doesn't like what's happening with you and Mercedes. He's worried about his daughter's safety. As any good parent should be worried about their child. Shellie's parents, I have it on good authority, are simple folk, who, if they don't hear something at church, pretty much ignore it. But if they get excited, if Ruy gets excited, they might forbid their daughters from being around you."



My heart did a flip-flop. "It's not my fault!"



"I know, I said I know. Cars whiz past you. Guys come up to you at lunch, wearing coats in the summer. Someone shoots up the family room. Put yourself in your friend's parents place: would you want your kid around a trouble magnet?"



"What am I supposed to do?"



"You're only thirteen, Davey. Fourteen in a few days and you're growing up fast. You've started making adult decisions. Make another. Tell your friends about Fesselhof or not. Maybe it might make it worse; maybe it will make it better. I don't know your friends that well, I can't make the decision for you. I am leaving it to your judgment."



After a bit, I went back to my room and sat down heavily on my bed. Mercedes looked at me, without much expression on her face. Shellie just sat quietly on a folding chair I'd fetched for her earlier.



I lifted my head and looked at Mercedes. "Did you know your father is uncomfortable with you being around me? Because I'm a trouble magnet?"



Mercedes made the universal "fuck it" sign. "Yeah. Fuck him. I'm a big girl and I can decide for myself who my friends are."



I looked at Shellie and she giggled. "I don't tell my parents the truth about the time of day. What's one more lie? They aren't interested in anything outside of church or home."



"Fesselhof drove past the house while we were together a little while ago. The police are following him."



"Would they stop him if he got out of the car, carrying a gun?" Mercedes asked. It was, I thought a sensible question.



"I'm sure." Then it hit me; what Dad had really been saying. The police were following Fesselhof. Odds were, Fesselhof knew beforehand, but if they stopped him after he went by our house, now he would know for sure they were following him. Next time, he'd do something so that he'd come alone.



"Fissionhof," Mercedes said deliberately, "is an insignificant pimple on the universe's asshole. Fuck him!"



"You put that so eloquently!" I told her, laughing. Even Shellie smiled.



Shellie looked at me, then at Mercedes. "We've spent a long time on octopi."



"We have," Mercedes said. "You want to change the subject?"



Shellie nodded.



"What would you like to do?" I asked Shellie.



"The other day, we were reading parts. Hearing the words spoken aloud... it gave me some new ideas. Could we do it again, with the new stuff I wrote?"



"Sure," I said, and Mercedes echoed me.



Shellie moved and sat down at the computer, pulled up hotmail, and then started something printing.



"It's five pages," she said, sounding apologetic. "That's all I've had time to work on."



"Five, fifty, a thousand," I told her. "Shellie, we love you. Not a problem."



"Not a problem!" Mercedes repeated with emphasis.



For an hour we spoke what Shellie had written. In that time, at long last, I paid attention to more than just the words. Chibisama was a ronin, a samurai whose master had been killed while she was away on an errand. She lived to avenge him, but as ronin, she had no status. As a woman, she had no status.



I didn't really understand all the social interaction, but the general story outline was clear. Mercedes and I each had several parts to read; it was pretty ragged, but we got better and better. And Shellie was working on the dialog, making it better. When Mercedes would make a suggestion, you could watch the wheels go round in Shellie's head, and she'd agree or disagree. Very quickly Mercedes and I learned that when Shellie wasn't sure, she was open to suggestions and when she was sure, it was like trying to muscle a dead tank out of the way if you argued with her.



I haven't said anything about those words. I should. It's not like they were regular poetry: no iambic pentameter or anything like that. But there was alliteration and allusion, irony and puns. Word plays... all sorts of things that made it fun to read. The characters seemed alive and interesting. Even with us just reading the parts, it sounded good.



Dad popped into the family room in the middle of a reading. He waited until we finished, then nodded to the two girls. "Mercedes, I promised your mother I would get you home shortly after ten. Shellie, what time do you need to be back?"



"That would be fine, the same time as Mercedes."



Dad smiled slightly and held up his cell phone. "This is the first game I've missed in six years. It was harder to do than I thought. Probably going to be another six years before it happens again. The numbers are 42 to 17. Three TD's by Chuck, two by Jack, one by Rob and one by Percy Reston of special teams who returned a punt all the way."



Shellie held his eyes for a second and then nodded. It was pretty clear Dad knew she'd lied about where she was. "Call it ten minutes, then," he told us, turned and left.



We hugged, kissed, and then the girls gathered things and eventually we drove into the night. We dropped Shellie off first, and I told her I'd see her tomorrow afternoon. Then we let Mercedes out, and we just brushed fingertips, knowing we'd see each other very soon.



On the way back, neither Dad nor I talked until we got home. We walked into the house, and Dad put his hand on my shoulder. "Get something to drink, come out to the pool."



I shrugged, got a coke, and watched him pop the top on a beer. A few seconds later we were outside again, the night still a little warm.



"Harper men," he said.



"Okay," I said, not sure what this was about.



"Me? I met your mother in school; it was love at first sight. Yeah, I'd screwed a few girls before her, but it was just sex. When I met her, I knew she was the woman I wanted to marry.



"My father took one look at my mother, got down on his knees and proposed. She thought he was kidding, because they were standing in line at the Ferris wheel at the state fair and she'd never seen him before. My grandfathers, both sides, met someone they loved and proposed to on very short acquaintance."



"Okay," I said, still unsure where he was going.



"My father winked and nodded when I told him your mother was special. Facilitated is the term they use these days. He even paid for our first night together in a hotel room. God, it was good to do it in a bed for a change!"



I swallowed. I'd never done it anyplace else, not really, unless you counted the times standing up.



"I will, within reason, back you up with their parents. If you tell me you are coming here to study, that's what I'll faithfully report, even if the house smells like a cathouse afterwards. I will not do more than that. If you have to have someone back at such and such a time, and you don't make it, I'm not going to bail you out, unless it's truly my fault.



"This is all contingent on what I think of as 'benign relationships': where the parties aren't out to hurt each other or run away or shirk their responsibilities. Don't do it."



"Yes, sir."



He chuckled. "You sound happy. Davey, I've had a hell of time in my life trying to keep your mother happy. Candidly, sexually, that hasn't always worked. Her tastes are larger and more catholic than mine.



"I can't imagine how one guy can keep two women happy, when I can't keep one content. Even so, I admire you for giving it a shot. I never thought of it, I'm glad I didn't, but hey... go for it."



I tried to think, but my brain was running off in a million directions of once. "Thanks," I told him, "I appreciate you being honest with me."



"Being honest, Davey, means I'm trying to tell you I don't think you, or anyone else, is man enough to keep two women happy."



I laughed, and he looked at me, obviously curious.



"Think outside the box," I said, quoting one of his favorite statements. "You think it's I go and make Woman A happy, then I go and make Woman B happy and that I'll never be able to make them both as happy as can be."



He nodded.



"You forgot what Woman A and Woman B are going to do to keep each other happy."



I'll tell you, there is nothing better for the ego than seeing it written in clear letters on your father's face that you have found a clue to the universe that eluded him up until then.



He started laughing, and I just watched, curious what was next. Finally he stood up. "Poker tomorrow, same time, same place."



"Who is coming?"



"The usual crew, sans the sheriff and the judge. I found a couple of volunteers."



"Who?"



He grinned. "Woman A and Woman B, eh? I'm in awe, Davey, simple awe. You'll see tomorrow. Patience."



There was a crunch of gravel outside as Mom's car pulled up outside on the driveway.



We went out to meet them, talking and having a good time. Pammie and Karen, it seemed, were going to stay over. I was politely asked if Karen and Pammie could use my bed. In a way, I felt almost as good about that as Dad's comments earlier.



Later, the lights out, I bunched up my pillow on the couch, pulled the sheet closer around me and contemplated my great good fortune. Once upon a time, if I'd been kicked out of my bed so that two girls could sleep in it, I'd have been pissed. Now, I just mentally blew them a kiss and wished them well.



I had, I thought, extraordinary parents, and it was time I realized that and paid both of them homage for what they had done and were doing for their kids. Pammie and Karen had headed for my room with considerable haste. When last seen, Wanda had been sitting with her arm around Emily, snuggling and kissing. Dad had been eying Mom with a degree of eagerness I'd never seen before... probably because previously I'd have looked away so that I wouldn't actually "see" them.



I lay on the couch alone, but not alone. I had the memories of Mercedes' breasts dragging across my back, Shellie smiling at me, rubbing my erection against her pussy. Listening to Mercedes beg and plead, ending with a squeal of pleasure that was anything but what Mercedes was normally like.



What a great and glorious thing life was!

]]> Sun, 19 Jul 2009 15:33:18 +0000 http://www.zensexstories.com/teen-sex-stories/friday-night-light/ http://www.zensexstories.com/teen-sex-stories/friday-night-light/
I had been eyeing up Mary for a long time, but damn it, her husband was my best friend!



Mary is without a doubt a prime cut, grade 'A,' USDA approved, piece of juicy womanhood! I valued my friendship with Doug too much to ever try anything with Mary, and as far as I knew, the only sex that I would ever have with Mary would be confined to whatever I shot into a wad of tissue while I fantasized about her body. There was a lot to fantasize about, too!



As a couple, my wife Jenny and I had been doubling with Doug and Mary for outings to the beach, movies, and such for about two years.



It was at the beach the first summer that I really got a chance to admire Mary's beautiful assets. Mary likes to wear these really tiny bikinis, and the very first time I saw her humongous boobs covered with only the tiniest bit of cloth I got an erection.



Mary didn't swim much, but really enjoyed lying in the sun and working on her tan. That first day at the beach kept me in the cold lake water a lot hiding my hard on.



I would get out of the water, lie down close to her on a towel, stare at her soft delectable ass cheeks, and have to rush back to the water to hide my painful condition. When she laid on her stomach and undid the back of her top, I fantasized about throwing cold water on her just so I could see her jump up and maybe sneak a peek at her big boobs. But that's all I did, fantasize.



One time I did get lucky and caught a glimpse. Mary had gone into the water to cool off, and when she dove into an incoming wave, it made her top slide down. When she stood up again, one nipple was completely exposed. Dark brown and hard! But I only saw it for a second before she adjusted her bikini.



Over the next year I spent many a happy minute pulling on my own shaft while remembering the sight of her exposed boob. My wife Jenny isn't too hard on the eyes either, but after six years of marriage, our sex life had kind of drifted from routine to sort of predictable. I needed something fresh to put the sparkle back into my eye!



I never expected that my fondest fantasies would soon come true.



About a month ago, the four of us had gone into town to catch a movie. It was a Friday night, and after the movie we stopped off at a favourite watering hole to have a drink. It was then that Mary announced that she had gotten a promotion at work. Well, I thought that was terrific news and ordered a bottle of wine for our table. We all had a few glasses, and Mary was starting to feel quite tipsy. She started talking about sex, and that a man couldn't tell one body from another in the dark, just as long as it had a wet hole in it.



I started to protest, and said that I could certainly tell which body I was making love to. Jenny got into the act then and agreed with Mary that men were totally insensitive to who they were with as long as the person was willing to fuck!



The conversation was getting quite heated now, and the language was starting to worry me so I suggested that we go home and finish the conversation there. In the back of my mind a little plan was forming, and I wanted some privacy to see if it would work.



We got back to the house and cracked open another bottle of wine. We were now set to continue the debate. Doug and I were defending the position of all men, while the women were busy trying to prove that we couldn't tell the difference. Doug surprised me then, and suggested that to prove that we could tell the difference, us guys should be blindfolded and the girls offer us each in turn an arm or a leg to check and then we would prove that we knew our own wives! That had been my plan that I had been waiting to spring, only I wasn't thinking of checking an arm or leg!



The girls were very agreeable to this idea and Jenny went to fetch a couple of silk scarves that she had. Doug and I were blindfolded, and the next thing I knew, I felt a foot planted right in my crotch. I felt around it carefully and decided that it must belong to my wife the way it was pressed against my swelling cock. It turned out that I was wrong, and the arm that Doug was feeling that he was sure belonged to his wife turned out to be Jenny's.



The girls were laughing by now, thinking that they had proved their point. I argued that since we don't pay that much attention to hands and feet that it really wasn't a fair test. Doug agreed, and said he doubted if the girls could guess correctly based only on feet. We had another glass of wine while arguing this point, and finally Mary said that the girls would take the same test.



Remembering the way Mary's foot had pressed against my swollen cock I was quick to put my naked foot between her thighs, while Doug did the same to Jenny. I could almost swear that the way Mary was stroking my foot that she knew it belonged to me and was leading me on, but she guessed wrong while Jenny said that it was definitely Doug's foot in her lap. I decided to get brave and suggested that the only true way to tell would be for Doug and I to be blindfolded once again and this time we compare breasts.



Jenny gave me a sidelong glance, but agreed to do it if Mary would. Mary quickly agreed to this new test!



I was sitting blindfolded once again when I felt a pair of hands raise mine to a pair of soft pear shaped tits that I knew for a fact had to belong to my own wife. I hefted then gently and squeezed then softly and stated that I couldn't be sure without comparing them. Doug said he was pretty sure the tits he was feeling belonged to his own wife, and I was wishing he'd keep his mouth shut!



Then my hands were raised again to feel the tits of all my fantasies! Big and firm they were, about the size of small melons, capped with hard cherry size nipples. There was no doubt in my mind what so ever that these delicious globes belonged to Mary, being that they were nearly twice the size of Jenny's!



Again Doug surprised me and said the opposite. I knew for sure now that he had the same idea in mind as I did, and was having a grand time feeling up my wife's tits. Mary said that we should keep the blindfolds on and that she and Jenny would settle things once and for all.



Doug and I waited quietly in the darkness of the blindfolds, while we heard the girls whispering and the sounds of zippers being undone. The next thing I knew, I smelled hot cunt juice just inches from my nose! I reached up and started to feel up those very same ass cheeks that had given me such a thrill at the beach.



I reached around front and started to play in the thick pussy hair that I knew was Mary's and brought my face forward to nestle in her sweet bush while my hands reached up to fondle once again, and confirm that it was indeed Mary's body in front of me.



Not that there was any doubt in my mind! I had licked my wife's snatch enough times to know its musky aroma!



A few feet away I could hear Jenny give a soft moan, and I figured that Doug had dived right in with his face, so I did the same. It was an awkward position but Mary helped by putting one leg up on the side of the chair. I licked her sweet snatch until she started to growl. She clutched my head firmly with her hands and pushed my face farther into her dripping gash as her orgasm overtook her. Hot salty spray splashed on my tongue and face as Mary convulsed again and again. Seconds later we could hear Jenny moan out with satisfaction.



It was less than a minute before I heard Jenny saying to Mary that the test was all one sided. She said it still didn't prove that they could tell us apart in the dark and that what we should do is turn out all the lights, and have us guys lie naked on the floor while the girls tried to tell which body belonged to whom! I could tell from the tone of Jenny's voice that she wanted to get fucked real bad, and real hard. My own cock was threatening to burst with all the excitement, and I was glad and grateful when Mary agreed!



The lights were turned off, and Doug and I were allowed to remove our blindfolds. There was still enough light in the room from the moonlight coming in through the curtains that I could see Mary's beautiful body. I quickly peeled off my clothes and laid down on the floor hoping that Mary could see me as well as I could see her, and that she hadn't just been teasing me the whole time.



My fondest wish of all came true as Mary pretended to stumble around in the dark, step around and over Doug, and sit down on the floor beside me. She started off still pretending to be blinded by the lack of light, but in reality what she did was to stroke my chest and thighs with her fingertips. Then she gave up any pretence and firmly wrapped her hand around my magic wand and started to stroke my foreskin back and forth over the engorged head of my throbbing prick. I could see her smile as she measured the size of it with her hand. We heard Doug sigh with satisfaction, and Jenny moan with pleasure, so we both turned and looked at what those two were up to.



Jenny had straddled Doug and he was humping his hips up off the carpet to drive his tool deep into Jenny's hot snatch. Mary, still stroking my shaft, turned, smiled at me, and then leaned forward to give me the deepest hottest French kiss I had ever had. Her tongue was everywhere, dancing in my mouth, sliding across my teeth and down to lick my tonsils! My cum was starting to boil in my nuts, as Mary continued to fuck my mouth with her tongue. She must have sensed that I was getting really close because all of a sudden she changed positions and wrapped her hot juicy mouth over my swollen cock. Her tongue did its magic and before you could say lickity-split, my hose was shooting its appreciation down her throat!



Gushers of hot thick cream fired out of my rod into her hungrily awaiting mouth, and she swallowed every single drop! She sucked me until I was bone dry and even continued as I started to shrink in her mouth.



A few minutes later, Mary laid her body on top of mine and started with the heavy kissing again, all the while grinding her pussy into my crotch. It didn't take long for my erection to return. Mary slid her sopping gash all over my tool and then slipped my meat into her very wet slit.



She did all the work, fucking me while I lay still beneath her, my hands fondling her mammoth boobs. She humped hard and bucked down on my cock as I toyed with her nipples. She pressed her hands into my shoulders to give herself more leverage and proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of me! I could feel her cunt muscles contracting as she built herself towards climax, and as her cunt clenched my stiff rod, I felt another orgasm of my own building. Her back arched as the first wave of orgasms hit her, and she cried out in ecstasy. My own climax was just a hump or two more away so I drove myself up to meet her thrusting pelvis. Once, twice, and I had my second climax with the lady who had given me so much in so many fantasies!



Thick gobs of my cream mixed with her slick secretions and I could feel the excess squishing out between our matted pubic hairs.



Mary collapsed on top of me, and for a long time we lay together just cuddling while we watched as her husband and my wife continued to fuck each other into oblivion.



Doug was on top of Jenny just a pounding away, and Jenny had her legs damn near wrapped around Doug's ears! I could hear Jenny crying out "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder!" Then we heard Doug gasp as his seed left him and a second later Jenny let loose with an ear shattering whoop. We were all exhausted now.



Time passed, I don't really know how long, and then Mary got up and got dressed. Jenny followed suit, so Doug and I searched around frantically, trying to find our own clothes. Within a few minutes the lights were back on and we were sitting around the kitchen table drinking coffee.



"Well?" Jenny finally asked, "Could you tell the difference?" I pretended that I wasn't sure and Doug said the same. Mary then declared that we would have to try the whole experiment again sometime in the near future since she said that she wasn't sure either. Well that was fine with me, but I'm starting to have my doubts about Doug's intelligence though, if he really wasn't sure about who he was fucking. You see... Jenny's cunt is as naked as a jaybird. She likes to keep it shaved because she says it makes her more sensitive.



Tonight is the night we're supposed to try the experiment again, but I'll tell you, these girls are really dumb if they think that I can't tell the difference!

]]> Thu, 09 Jul 2009 18:07:54 +0000 http://www.zensexstories.com/anal-sex-stories/sex-in-the-dark/ http://www.zensexstories.com/anal-sex-stories/sex-in-the-dark/
It was the week after Thanksgiving and the countdown to Gabriel's Christmas party had begun. It was always on the first Saturday in December, and it was a big event among our circle of friends. It's a slow time for our business, which is why he spent almost all his time decorating his house. At last count, he put up something like twenty-four fully decorated Christmas trees, ranging from a few five-foot trees to a trio of monsters in the living room that topped twelve feet.



So I was surprised when Gabriel asked if I wanted to have a drink with him at the Jazz Club. It was Tuesday, and I'd planned to stop by after work, but I thought I'd be alone. With Gabriel along, I knew I'd end up listening to the party menu, again. He _was_ my friend, however, as well as my business partner, so I was more than happy to have his company.



We arrived shortly after they opened, and the bartender was pouring our whiskey before we had even rounded the railing at the top of the stairs. Gabriel headed for the couch and I relaxed into the comfort of my favorite easy chair. The weather had turned cold and stormy, and I was still chilled from the short walk into the restaurant. There was a fire burning in the fireplace next to my chair, and I was happy for the warmth. The Macallan would go a long way towards warming me as well, and I took a sip, letting the sherried liquid roll over my tongue. Warm on the outside, warm on the inside, I thought to myself.



I began the comfortable ritual of packing my pipe as Gabriel launched into his favorite topic of conversation.



"I just got the Shari's Berries I ordered," he said.



"Shari's Berries?"



"You know. I told you about them last week."



I shook my head and used the pipe to gesture for him to explain.



"The strawberries dipped in gourmet chocolate?"



I shook my head again.



"The ones that look like little tuxedos?"



"Oh, right. I remember now."



Gabriel seemed satisfied, and I lit my pipe, puffing contentedly as he talked about the chocolate-dipped fruit. I settled into the padded luxury of the chair and savored the flavor of the Cavendish. Gabriel began chatting merrily about the Northwest Smoked Salmon from Harry and David, and I nodded at the appropriate times.



As Gabriel talked, I gazed out the window; the weather had turned decidedly ugly by the time I was halfway through my first glass of Scotch. Dark, wind-whipped clouds had moved in, and the forecast called for scattered snow showers before midnight. So I wasn't surprised that the bar was filled with only a smattering of patrons. I _was_ surprised to see the leggy brunette and her friend coming up the stairs.



The week before, they had both been at the bar, enjoying an after-work drink. I'd imagined that it was simply a one-time-only girls' night out, since I'd never seen either of them before. After the brunette had purposefully given me a glimpse of her well-trimmed pussy, I hadn't expected to see them again, either.



But there they were, and the two seats at the end of the bar were free, just like the week before. They sat down, neither of them sparing a glance my direction, and I turned my attention back to my pipe.



As Gabriel talked about the Fat Witch brownies he'd ordered from Chelsea Market, I once again studied the brunette. She was wearing an elegant suit of dark pinstripe fabric, a white dress shirt, and a patterned red tie. The skirt was cut to mid-thigh, and showed off her tanned, elegant legs. The form-fitting jacket hugged her trim stomach and accentuated her breasts, and I found myself mesmerized by her figure.



Truth be told, I was hoping for a repeat of the previous week's teasing, but she never looked my way. So I quietly resigned myself to enjoying the memory. She chatted with her friend, crossed and uncrossed her long legs, and occasionally brushed her hair back. I simply watched her, with only half my attention on Gabriel and the Scharffen Berger chocolate he was talking about.



I was most of the way through my second drink when I felt the need to use the restroom. I set my pipe down, took the last sip of my Macallan, and excused myself. I knew that when I returned, another Scotch would be waiting on me and smiled to myself at the thought. I walked past the brunette and her friend and headed downstairs without a backward glance.



There were two women waiting in line to use the women's restroom, but the men's was unoccupied. I stepped inside and turned to shut the door. Just before it latched, I felt resistance, and when I stopped pushing, it swung towards me. I stepped back, prepared to politely tell the man at the door that the room was occupied, and then froze mid-step.



The brunette stepped into the restroom and her eyes met mine.



"I didn't feel like waiting in line," she said, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.



Her voice was a higher than I'd imagined, but rich and smooth.



"Sure," I said. "Be my guest."



I stepped towards the door, preparing to leave, but she leaned against it, her hands on the knob behind her. The door latched, and then with a start, I heard the click as she pressed the lock.



Her lips quirked into a teasing smile as her eyes smoldered, and I wondered what she had in mind. My penis began to stiffen, but the uncertainty of the moment kept it from doing more.



Her eyes flicked to the toilet and then back to my face, and she arched an eyebrow at me. "You don't mind, do you?" she asked.



"No." I looked her in the eye and measured her reaction.



She didn't flinch. "Then don't let me stop you."



I'd gone to the bathroom in front of women before, but all of them had been long-term girlfriends, not women I'd just met. I hadn't even really _met_ this woman, I thought to myself with a rueful chuckle. I arched my eyebrows at her, as if to say, "Are you sure?"



She merely looked at me, an unreadable expression on her face. I took a step towards the toilet and lifted the seat. As I straightened, she moved towards me. She pressed herself against my right arm and I felt the swell of her breasts through the fabric of her jacket.



"Here," she said, steadying herself with a hand on the small of my back. "Let me help."



She deftly lowered my zipper and reached inside my chinos. With only a slight pause to undo the button on my boxers, she extracted my tumescent member. Once she had me out, she held me firmly and gazed at me expectantly.



I felt the stream of urine surging up my shaft, and she expertly directed the flow into the water. When I was done, she shook me gently and then bent to tear off a short length of toilet paper. She delicately wiped the tip of my penis, removing the last vestiges of urine, and dropped the crumpled paper into the bowl.



When she didn't immediately tuck my penis back into my boxers, I looked at her. Her hand still on my manhood, she grinned and began to stroke me slowly.



"Mmmmm. Thick," she said. "I like thick."



I continued to expand under the ministrations of her insistent fingers, and she absentmindedly moistened her lips. I cocked my head at her, wondering how far she was going to take things.



"We'd better put him away," she said with a slight pout, "before he gets too big for his britches." She grinned wryly at her own joke and ran her hand along the top of my shaft. She nimbly tucked my length back in my boxers and refastened the button. Then she cupped the lump in my shorts fondly and withdrew her hand. "There," she said brightly, as she zipped me up. "Back where he started."



She gently pushed me back and then lowered the toilet seat. Without preamble, she pulled her skirt up and sat down, not bothering to flush first. I caught the barest glimpse of her trimmed pubic hair as she sat, and then I heard the hiss as she began to urinate. She closed her eyes and smiled at me. When she was through, she wiped herself and stood. She smoothed down her skirt and turned to flush the toilet.



She stepped towards the sink, and I marveled at the surreal chain of events that had led to this moment. I joined her at the sink and we companionably washed our hands, neither of us saying a word. She handed me a small stack of paper towels and I dried my hands. When we were done, she turned toward me and her eyes smoldered again.



I stepped forward suddenly and pressed her body against the door jamb with my own. In heels, she was nearly as tall as I was, and I had to bend only slightly as I moved my lips towards hers. When they met, she melted into my arms. I pulled her close and her mouth opened, allowing my tongue to explore, darting against hers. When I pulled back, we were both breathless.



"I knew you'd be a good kisser," she said dreamily, her facade of control momentarily banished.



Her pink tongue darted over her lips and she drew a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, they glittered mischievously.



I was just bending to kiss her again when I heard the lock click as she turned the doorknob. With a coquettish arch of her eyebrows, she stepped forward, pushing me back, and opened the door.



As it opened, we looked up to see the scandalized expressions of an older couple who were waiting for the restrooms. The brunette didn't pause as she headed for the stairs. I blushed as I passed the shocked couple, but resolutely followed her.



When we reached the bar, she turned to me and smiled.



"Thank you very much," she said, her eyes twinkling.



"You're welcome. Any time."



"I'd better get back to my friend."



I opened my mouth to speak. She looked at me expectantly, but I didn't know what to say.



She smiled wryly and stepped close, nearly touching me. "Thank you again," she said.



"It was my pleasure."



"Have a nice night."



"You too."



With that, she turned and walked back to the bar. I watched the gentle sway of her hips as she moved, and smiled to myself.



"What was that all about?" Gabriel asked, when I sat down.



"Hmmm?"



With a toss of his head, he indicated the brunette.



"Oh. There was a line for the restroom, so she wanted to use the men's room. I let her."



"She got impatient, huh?"



I looked at him blankly, and then nodded.



"Humph," he snorted.



I know it should be a criminal offense to do what I did next, but I simply had to do it. I picked up the fresh glass of Macallan and downed it in one gulp. I set my glass down and caught the waitress' eye. The bartender began to pour my fourth drink as I picked up my pipe and relit it.



"So I was thinking about Walkers Shortbread Fingers for the...," Gabriel began, picking up where he'd left off before I'd gone to the restroom.



I wasn't paying a bit of attention to him or his Shortbread. My eyes were on the brunette at the bar. She turned once and our eyes met. We shared a smile and then she turned back to her friend.



Impatience.



I sipped the Scotch the waitress had set in front of me and puffed on my pipe. I closed my eyes and savored the tastes, the aromas, the sensations.



Impatience.



It was better than any drug.

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What follows is a report from the interrogation of Mayer Ulz, in his own words, relevant to the death of Angela (Geli) Raubal, the fuehrer's niece, on 19 September, 1931.



We called upon the fuehrer in the afternoon, about 1 o'clock at his flat at Prinzregentenplatz in Munich. We discussed the news and fuehrer's plan to exploit suspicion about undesirables to gain the Nazi Party greater notice. At one point, he brought us into his bed chamber to look at the previous day's newspaper. Geli was there, in the bed, obviously naked. She stayed very quiet and did not look at us, but she did not pretend to be asleep. She clutched the sheet very close to her bosoms, which were small, especially for a girl of twenty-three.



She was pretty, I thought, with a round face and wavy hair. I had met her before, but only in a casual circumstance-and when she was fully dressed-in Obersalzberg. We had discussed her school briefly, and she had seemed rather shy but also playful, perhaps flirting with me, but at the time I had not made any advance. This time, she caught my eye, and I knew that she remembered me.



When we turned to leave the room, Geli slipped one leg out from under the sheet, as if to put it on the floor. But when we paused in the doorway, she drew it back and lay down again, almost losing her sheet. I pretended not to notice, but her body was fairly exposed to me, and I saw that her skin was smooth and pink, but marked with little bruises in places on her legs and arms. The knuckles of her hands were clearly bruised also.



Later, I remarked to Pars Heinzel, who was with me at the flat, that she looked like she had had a good frolic. He stated that she was Herr Hitler's niece, whom he was looking after and paying for her schooling. I did not make the obvious observation and let the matter drop. He was forty or so at the time, and much older than she, yet he was known to spend time with Eva Braun, who was younger still than Geli-just seventeen.



Later that same day, I saw Geli in the market. She was wearing a light dress with no sleeves, cut well above the knee. It was very fetching. I came up behind her and ran my finger up her thigh to tease her, which made her jump and squeal. I asked her if her uncle let her out or if she had escaped, which made her smile. She said he let her go out for bread and schnitzel but hadn't given her enough money to escape him. She said this playfully, but I saw in it a little truth. We spoke a little further, and she asked me if she could trust me, which I readily agreed to. "I am unhappy," she said. "I wish I really could escape him." Those were her words.



I pulled her away from the people passing by and talked to her seriously. There was a man, a driver Herr Hitler had dismissed, whom she had been very fond of. When her "Uncle Alf" had found out, he had been very angry and sacked the young man. He was very jealous of her affections and often become "rough," she said. I asked her: what did her uncle do? Did he hurt her? Did he make her strike him? I had heard such a rumor from a dancer in Amsterdam whose friend had known him. Geli said the mustard gas during the war had made him rotten inside. He made her do awful things, things which-she said-people should not do even if they wanted to, which she did not. I did not press her further, but told her that I would help her if she wanted it, but that I would not do anything to damage the fuehrer's reputation.



She took my hand and ran it up her thigh again, saying that I had not gone far enough. I found the crease of her underpants and stood very close while I stroked it. We stepped into an alley and groped one another for a moment, even kissing softly. I thought she would perhaps give herself over to me right there, but instead she promised to do more if I would help her. She was very persuasive and attractive, so I said I would, so long as it did not harm Herr Hitler in any way. She laughed then and said very scandalously, "But he likes it."



The next day, I was assigned to watch over Herr Hitler's flat at Prinzregentenplatz. I was one of two-Mindes Ulrich was the other-and we noticed a small fellow hanging around near dusk. As the sun set, I noticed this fellow again at the side of the building. He had the look of a Jew about him, it seemed to me. Ulrich and I agreed that I would pursue the fellow while he watched the front of the flat.



I followed the young man where he went around the side of the building and discovered figures walking away in the shadows. I followed and determined them to be this same fellow and Miss Geli, which shocked me. She must have slipped out a window on the first floor to accompany this young man. Since it was my duty to ensure that no harm came to Herr Hitler's flat, I did not feel it proper for me to intervene. Still, I thought I should at least ensure that Geli was not being coerced or seduced.



I followed the two of them down a slope and thru a little stand of bushes and scrub trees to a motorcar. It wan an older model, not stylish, and Geli got in while the young man cranked it to get it started. I thought then that I would lose them, of course, but it wasn't so. They only traveled a little ways off the road and in amongst the trees and bushes. These were hardly enough to conceal the car, but they obscured the couple inside well enough from passing automobiles. I caught up with them in a very few minutes.



I came up close and saw inside that the young man had already taken his trousers down. His naked arse was moving between Geli's pale thighs, outstretched and bare. One stockinged foot stuck out the window of the little runabout while the other hung over the steering wheel. From her lips came very ardent sounds of pleasure. She gasped repeatedly and asked him to kiss her. I found myself quite shocked and decidedly excited by this girl's brazen spirit.



She urged him on, saying, "It's wonderful! It's wonderful! Don't stop, lover!" And he thrust into her again and again. Her breasts were exposed, wobbling marvelously while she took his tool to its full depth. He grunted and pounded in workmanlike fashion, barely acknowledging her directly. It mattered little to her, however. From my viewpoint a little higher on the hill, I could see here clearly thru the open window, mouth open, eyes closed, wrapped in her own private reverie.



Their moans of passion rose and fell at last, with her squealing, "No, no! Not in me!" causing him to spill on the seat, it appeared. They had a little laugh and kissed again and cleaned themselves up. Then he offered to drive her back to the flat, but she declined, saying that she would walk, as it was only a little way. When she got out of the car, she took a minute to straighten her skirt, blouse, and stockings. He handed her the hat that had fallen on the floor of the car, and she strode off quite casually.



I stayed and watched her go, then went to the car. "Who are you then?" I demanded. The little fellow was quite shocked. His identification said "Loman Wasserstein," and I demanded to know if he was a Jew. He admitted that he was, and I struck him hard in the face. He made little pretense of fighting back then, and I beat him soundly, finally kicking him where he lay on the ground. He was still conscious, tho, and I told him that if I saw him again or found that he had tried to contact Herr Hitler's niece, I would give him twice that and more until his guts were spilled out on the ground. He could barely crawl to his motorcar and still hadn't got it started yet before I strode off.



In a few days' time, Herr Hitler made a trip to Hamburg to gather support for National Socialism. This, it turned out, was a great success and marked the beginning of the rise of the Third Reich, altho the election went against us. But while the fuehrer was away, I took it as an opportunity to call upon Geli. I telephoned the flat first, and she readily invited me to visit. She had gone away and taken his "little girlfriend," Fraulein Braun. She seemed slighted, even jealous.



When I knocked on the door, Geli came to open it quickly, and I found her in a pleated skirt and white blouse, which she said her uncle had bought for her. He liked her to be stylish, she said, but it seemed that he liked her pretty bare legs and arms, and the deep collar that revealed her apple-like bosoms. She left off the letter she had been writing to a friend and sat upon the sofa and invited me quite boldly to kiss her. "I like it when you kiss my throat," she said to me. "Kiss me all over." I looked into her eyes as I undid the lovely swastika belt her uncle had given to her, and she smiled as I let it fall upon the floor.



In little time, she had largely helped me out of my uniform. She wore a little brassiere and underpants under her blouse and skirt, and so was quickly nearly naked in my arms. It was a most marvelous feeling of elation that overcame me when I embraced her. Her dark hair was wavy and tousled, her eyes bright and blue, her lips and breasts almost impossibly soft. My manhood became stiff in her hands even before I was disrobed. By the time we rose from the sofa and she led me to her bed chamber, I was aching with desire for her. In that moment, I would have done almost anything she asked me to. She begged me to make love to her, which I readily agreed to.



I removed her underpants and caressed her naked body. She had wonderful, thick pubic hair, which I played with and made her laugh a little and made her more eager than ever. Then I mounted her and let her guide my manhood between her legs. We were quite passionate in our lovemaking, moaning like animals and thrusting together again and again, mingling our pubic hair and perspiring with the effort. Altho she was just a girl of seventeen, she seemed quite eager and knowledgeable. She instructed me precisely in how to pleasure her to bring her to crisis, which I did happily.



When at last I reached my own, I gushed with a loud groan and filled her with my Aryan seed. For a moment, I imagined that she might become pregnant by me, which both frightened and excited me, but she thought nothing of it. We lay naked together in her little bed, happily caressing one another. She had the loveliest skin, but it was marked in places with small bruises and scrapes. I asked her about these, and she began to reveal the terrible perversions that her uncle insisted she indulge him in. Thruout, she insisted that the attack of mustard gas which Herr Hitler had survived in the Great War had crippled him mentally and made him sick. This was her explanation for all his perversions.



First, she said firmly that he had never penetrated her as a man, much less spilled his seed inside her, so there was no danger of pregnancy by him and that this-he said-meant that their acts were not incestuous (besides-she said-he had only one testicle, but this-I assured her-was no impediment to pregnancy). In fact, she doubted that he could engage in lovemaking at all in any normal sense, such was the degree of his depravity. These things shocked me to hear about so great a man as the fuehrer, but I listened while she spoke, because her words were so earnest and sincere.



I asked her why she did not leave him, but she said that she really had no where else to go, except perhaps to run away with a man, such as the driver she had been seeing (and wished to continue seeing). But also, she said, she recognized that her "Uncle Alf" was a great man, famous, and wealthy. If only he would not watch over her so closely, mark her every move, and keep her from taking singing lessons in Vienna, as she wished.... Besides, she said, by leaving him she would only lose him to some other woman who would do anything he asked. By this I knew she meant Eva Braun, whom she regarded as quite shameless and perverse. This struck me as odd, this idea that she hated him and wished to get away and yet recognized his greatness and wanted no other woman to have him. It struck me as strange and dangerous.



Then Geli proceeded to confess awful deeds that he forced her to engage in. He sometimes required her to strip before him and display her private parts most lewdly. He demanded that she play with herself in front of him while he watched very closely. It made her uncomfortable, naturally, and she got little pleasure out of it. If she refused, or hesitated in the act, he slapped her with a riding crop, which produced little welts. Sometimes, he smacked her directly on her sex.



For his part, she said that he very much enjoyed pain and often demanded that she hit or kick him, even in his private parts. Apparently, this excited him, and he sometimes spilled on himself in the midst of his "punishment." It disgusted her to do this, especially when he came to crisis by it, but it also gave her some satisfaction to strike him violently, so she rarely resisted these requests. She explicitly said that she often came to insulting him while she did it, and that it excited him to have her abuse him verbally as well as physically, calling him names and saying that he was disgusting and flatulent and an ugly little monster.



He also insisted from time to time that she pass water on him, which disgusted her most. He would disrobe to his shorts and lie on the floor on an old blanket and demand that she stand over him, squatting, and urinate directly on his chest and face. This also sometimes brought him to crisis while he watched the hot, yellow water stream out of her pink flower and splatter over him. Again, if she refused, he might slap her or twist her arm or wrist, and she took to going to the toilet as often as possible when he was not looking, so that she would be unable to go when he requested it. But he took to insisting on this "wet play" early in the morning, when she could not deny the need to urinate. He called her hole the "twat of golden nectar" and her "golden grail," which she found disturbing, yet flattering.



Strangely, as she told me these things, Geli became rather excited and invited me to watch her urinate in the toilet, to demonstrate how she treated Herr Hitler. I indulged her and followed her to the toilet, where she squatted over it with the seat raised, spread her pink wings, and passed water into the bowl while I watched. I could not help but find myself excited also, and she kneeled on the floor and took my erection into her mouth. Her lips and tongue were so soft and wet, it made me nearly faint with pleasure to have them caress my manhood. I was so rigid that it seemed painful, until at last her tickling tongue and playful fingers brought me to a powerful orgasm, and I spurted a heavy load of semen in her mouth. Geli choked on my jism and turned and spat it into the toilet, which made me laugh. I kissed her forehead and waited while she brushed her teeth and tongue, and then we went back to the bed to lie down again.



As we lay naked together, Geli confessed that she knew were her uncle kept a pistol in the flat. She hinted that it would be an easy thing to end her troubles with him by this "tool." I told her firmly that I would help her get away from him, but not in any way that would cause him harm. Geli became angry, and we argued about how foolish it she would be. She struck me with her small fists, but I am a sturdy fellow and pushed her down onto the bed easily. She began to cry then and to desperately claim that she would do it herself as soon as he returned. I asked her very flatly if she intended to kill the fuehrer. And she said "Yes."



I slapped her violently then and demanded that she take back her threat against such a great man. This was foolish on my part, since such a thing cannot be unsaid. She insisted that I should help her, which shocked me beyond words. I told her of Herr Hitler's greatness and how he would soon win election to high office and become the leader of all Germans, uniting them in a new, greater Germany. She cried out and struck at me violently, shrieking that Herr Hitler was a sick pervert and a flatulent and impotent mental cripple.



This made me very angry, and I confess I treated her quite brutally. I did not strike her in any way that I thought might bruise her face or arms, which would be visible to others and create a scandal that might smudge Herr Hitler's reputation, but I pushed her roughly against the bed, slapped her face and breasts, which pained her greatly, and even her little pussy, which made her bawl so loudly I worried about he neighbors. I stuffed her underpants in her mouth then, and spanked her bare bottom quite savagely, calling her a "little sneak" and a "Jew-fucking harlot." It excited me greatly to feel her round, rubbery bottom bounce and redden under my hand, and even to hear her cry and cry, the tears streaming freely from her pretty eyes.



At last, I turned her over and spread her legs, whereupon she gasped and struggled again. But I held her down and taught her a lesson about how a woman should know her place, stabbing into her again and again with the full length of my erection. My crisis built up rapidly, and I pinned her arms to the bed and spurted inside her, again imagining her belly swelling with my seed and producing my baby. This would truly be the cap to the lesson I wanted to teach her. I imagined her as my wife, carrying our Aryan child at a rally for her uncle, she obedient and submissive, and I an officer in Hitler's elite corps. But this dream was not to be. I fell aside and lay next to her, while she remained motionless. Altho wary, I soon was overcome by the need for sleep and fell into a light doze.



When I awoke, I heard Geli moving about in the room. She had dressed again, and combed her hair even, and now stood by the bed with Herr Hitler's pistol in her small hands. I stared at her eyes, which were as beautiful as the day I met her, deep and intelligent, but now hard and murderous. I saw in her a lack of the killer's instinct, as is only natural of a young girl, and I told her that I still wanted to help her, but that she must let me. She hesitated, but I think only to consider how difficult it would be to explain the circumstances of my corpse in her uncle's flat. I rose to sit on the edge of the bed, she still holding the gun at arm's length, steady and unflinching.



But when I asked her to hand me my shorts to cover my nakedness, Geli foolishly looked down for them, even tho I am sure it was not in her mind to allow me to dress before murdering me. This was my chance, of course, and I leaped up and struck her violently in the face, grabbing the gun at the same moment. I twisted the pistol out of her hands and pushed her down. She clutched her injured face and scrambled out of the room. She had truly sealed her fate and determined the means, and I was the chosen agent. Naked, I followed her into the front room and caught her near the writing desk, where her letter to her friend remained unfinished. I shot her in the face, just where I had struck her.



I immediately telephoned Hamburg to explain the incident, altho I freely admit that I did not at that time confess to engaging in a sexual tryst with Geli, as it did not seem relevant to the threat of assassination.



I attest to the accuracy of this report.



(signed) Major Hermann Ponschein



(signed) Field Marshall Ernst Grueffenmeier

January 12, 1933 TOP SECRET -- DESTROY TO PREVENT CAPTURE

What follows is an affidavit from General Dieter Eimanhopfer relevant to the death of Angela (Geli) Raubal, the fuehrer's niece, on 19 September, 1931.



I was telephoned in Hamburg, where we had achieved marvelous success in our efforts, at approximately 5 o'clock by Mayer Ulz, who was at that time a respected member of the Nazi party, as was I. He informed me that he had gone to check on Fraulein Geli, the fuehrer's niece, while the fuehrer was away and that she had become distraught over some imagined mistreatment by the fuehrer. She had, Ulz said, threatened to assassinate the fuehrer with a pistol when he returned and Ulz was forced to terminate her. Needless to say, I was shocked, but when I informed Herr Hitler, his reaction was somewhat muted. He suggested that she had been suicidal and had accused him of mistreatment before, and was very distraught-even devastated, I should say-to think that she was dead.



At the fuehrer's request, we motored back to his flat at top speed in his Mercedes-Benz, incurring a speeding citation along the way. When we came upon the scene, Ulz let us in and showed us the body. Herr Hitler expressed great grief and cradled the girl in his arms, with tears on his cheeks. We pulled him bodily away from the girl, for the blood from the wound in her head was still fresh and was staining his suit, and the police would have questions. Ulz told the story again of how he had come to call upon Fraulein Geli and that she became distraught and threatened to kill the fuehrer.



Herr Hitler demanded to know the details of the conversation, specifically what it was that Fraulein Geli had told Ulz that had made her become distraught. Ulz was very evasive, which made us all wary of him, but eventually explained, with some prompting by Herr Hitler, that Fraulein Geli had been unhappy about her life and that she often hurt herself to get attention. She made up stories about being persecuted, specifically that she was sometimes mistreated by Herr Hitler, which of course none of us believed for a moment.



Herr Hitler said that he was satisfied with the explanation and that there was nothing more to be said. Pars Heinzel, who now holds the rank of colonel, suggested that we telephone the police with the obvious explanation that Fraulein Geli had committed suicide, which the scene appeared to reflect, particularly once the pistol was dropped near her hand.



Later, when the police investigated the incident, the speeding citation we received while returning to Herr Hitler's flat proved to be an important part of his alibi for the murder. Suspicion fell upon Herr Hitler since all manner of salacious and false rumors were whispered by women who had known Fraulein Geli. The troubled girl had been incapable of facing the truth of her sad life which had left her in her uncle's care and the generous way that her uncle treated her, paying for her food and lodging, giving her pin money, and allowing her to attend music school, even while himself beginning the arduous task of promoting National Socialism and taking on the mantle of leadership of the Aryan people The appropriate effort was made to put an end to these false and hurtful rumors.



However, the fuehrer requested that Mayer Ulz be removed from his position and kept away from the fuehrer, given the degree of anguish it created in him to see the man who had been forced by circumstances to execute his beloved niece (the fuehrer's turn to a vegetarian diet was owing, he has said, to the awful memory of Geli's corpse). It was at that time that Mayer Ulz began acting irrationally and showed clear signs of a willingness to betray the fuehrer, probably as a result of being forced out of Herr Hitler's inner circle. Now, salacious and untrue rumors were tracked back directly to him, making him clearly disloyal to the fuehrer. These rumors have abated with the fuehrer's rise to international prominence, altho they resurfaced briefly with the attempted suicide of Eva Braun in 1932.



When Herr Hitler was elected Chancellor of Germany, one of his first acts was to order the incarceration of Mayer Ulz for crimes against him. Altho the death of Fraulein Geli continued to be officially a suicide, it was common knowledge among those close to Herr Hitler that he considered Ulz to have goaded Fraulein Geli into betraying herself by making up wild stories and then murdered her in the belief that he would be rewarded by the fuehrer. Upon his arrest, Ulz was interrogated and confessed to having molested Fraulein Geli and goading her into telling such stories that cannot be believed by any right-thinking member of the Nazi Party.



I personally signed the death warrant to execute Mayer Ulz on January 14, 1933 for treason. He was shot to death by a firing squad on January 16, 1933. All files pertinent to the case were marked TOP SECRET and archived by the SS by my order.



Heil Hitler!



I attest that the information contained in this affidavit is true and correct to the best of my recollection.



(signed) General Dieter Eimanhopfer, German High Command



October 12, 1933

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Later that afternoon I was scheduled to referee an under-8 boy's game. All during the preparations for the game I kept on thinking of my morning with Kayla. It wasn't until kickoff that I was able to get my mind on the game. During the game I felt a little disconnected from things, and afterward I almost went over to the two coaches and apologized. The game had ended in a 2-2 tie, so both coaches and all the players were happy, so I opted to leave well enough alone and ended up not saying anything to them.



As I was bicycling home from the game, I decided to ride by Jake and Kayla's house to see if anybody was home. Jake was bouncing a tennis ball against his garage door, playing an imaginary baseball game.



"Hey," I said as I rode up his driveway.



"Hey," he replied as he whipped through a double-play, shortstop to second to first, against the garage door. "How was the soccer game?"



"Two-two tie," I said. I caught his liner off the panel of the door and spun it back toward him off the same panel. "How's Kay feeling?"



"Leg's pretty good, I guess. Better now than when she got up this morning. I think she's downstairs now, anyway, watching TV with Jaimie."



He threw the ball back at the garage door for me to catch. "Want to do something?" he asked.



"I guess," I answered. "What did you have in mind?"



"Come on, I'll show you something," he said. He picked up the ball, and put the ball and his baseball mitt into the basket on his bike, then climbed on. "Follow me. I found out something that I think you'll really like."



It sounded mysterious enough that he got my interest, so we pedaled off into the field behind his house, into the woods on the other side. We dropped our bikes down onto the ground, and he led the way along one of the many paths that kids of a dozen generations have made through the small patch of woods. He branched off the path and headed off toward the edge of the woods on the other side, until he came to a tree that had slats of wood nailed to it to make a crude ladder. Warning me to be quiet, he climbed easily up the tree trunk, and then used branches to climb a little further up. He motioned me up, so I clambered up until I was on a branch opposite the trunk from the one he was perched upon. He pointed in the direction of a house about 30 yards away, and leaned toward me around the trunk of the tree.



"What do you see?" he whispered.



I looked, trying to figure out what it was he was showing me, but I was stumped.



"Ummm...a house?" I asked.



"Yeah, idiot, a house. Whose house?"



"The O'Toole house," I said. Why was he asking me whose house this was? He knew as well as I whose house it was.



He looked at me as if I was the village dunce. "And who lives in the O'Toole house?" he asked, speaking slowly as if to a very dim child.



"Josh lives there," I said. Josh was another of our neighborhood gang, a good guy we both had been friends with since about the second grade.



"And?" Now Jake was getting just plain annoying.



"And..." The light bulb went on, and I felt just as dumb as Jake was thinking I was just then. "And Heather and Molly," we said together.



Of course. Heather and Molly were Josh's sisters. Heather was going to be a senior, 17 years old and drop-dead gorgeous. She was a cheerleader, and one of the most popular girls at school. Molly, Josh's twin sister, was 15 and was a slightly younger version of Heather. I figured that Josh had to have been walking around his house with a perpetual boner for about the past three years, living with those two. He claims, however, that they are just sisters to him, just as annoying as typical sisters.



"So what are we looking at here?" I said to Jake.



"You see the window on the far left? That's Heather's room. The window on the right is Molly's. That window in between, the one you can see the mirror in, that's the bathroom they share."



"Yeah?" I said to him. "So what? The curtains are closed. How do you know?"



"Josh and I peeked into their rooms a couple of weeks ago," he said. "And just because the curtains are closed now doesn't mean they are always closed. Understand?"



I stared at him disbelievingly.



"It gets better," he whispered. "They never close the curtains in the bathroom. And the mirror you see just happens to be positioned advantageously in respect to the very branches in which we are perched," he finished with a smug little smile.



"Jake old pal," I said, "You are my new best friend."



"I thought I was your best friend already," he said.



"Well, you were, but you've just confirmed my good taste in best friends," I replied.



We made plans to meet later that night to check out the windows and headed back to Jake's house. As we were riding back across the field from the woods, I couldn't help but notice (now that Jake had got me to thinking about windows and curtains) that Jaimie and Tara's bedrooms were at the back of their house, and they lived in a ranch house, so their windows were all on the ground floor.



The possibilities were staggering to a typical 15-year-old hormonally charged boy such as me.



Sometime after 9:00 that night Jake and I made our way back through the woods to the tree behind the O'Toole house. As quietly as we could, we climbed up the slats to the branches we had perched in that afternoon.



"Damn!" I heard Jake softly swear. "I meant to bring a pair of binoculars."



"That's okay, we're close enough for now," I said. Binoculars would have been a great idea, though, I had to admit.



The mosquitoes were out in abundance, and Jake and I were getting bitten up sitting in the tree. There still was no activity in the windows we were watching. After about an hour, we both had had enough of branch sitting, and mosquito swatting, and dark house watching, so we gave it up and climbed back down. On the way back out of the woods, it occurred to us that maybe we should have called Josh to make sure they were home.



"Oh, well, so I'll call him tomorrow," said Jake.



We walked back across the field and I glanced at Jaimie's house.



"Look!" I stopped Jake and pointed. Tara's curtain was drawn across the window, but there was a gap in Jaimie's. We quietly crept up closer to try to see into her room.



Jackpot! Jaimie was there, sitting on her bed, brushing her hair. We could hear the faint sound of a CD playing, and she was nodding her head in time to the music. She was wearing only a bra and panties, and her boobs stretched taut as she raised her arms to brush her hair.



"Oh, man, sweet!" Jake exclaimed. "Boy, would I like to get some of that."



"Why not ask her out, then?" I asked.



"I don't know," he whispered. "Maybe she's just too tight with my sister. I can't think that anything good could come of that."



"Aw, your sister's okay," I said.



"Easy for you to say, she's not your sister," he replied. "I guess she's not so bad, but she's still a sister, you know?"



"Yeah, I guess," I said. Actually I didn't know, since I only had brothers, but it was easier to just agree with him.



We watched as Jaimie got up and put on a robe, then left her room. When she came back in a few minutes later and hung up her robe, we could see she had on her nightie. She pulled back the bedspread and got in her bed, then turned out her light.



"Show's over," Jake said, and we started back toward his house.



"Hey, Jake, you want me to see if I can talk to Jaimie? Maybe I can see if she likes you, and then maybe you can get together with her."



"That's okay," he said. "I'll think about it. I don't know. Christ, why is this all so difficult? Oh, well, see you tomorrow." He headed into his house, head hanging down.



Yeah, Jake, I thought to myself, sometimes we really make it tough on ourselves.

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"As Togo headed North East, Rhozdventsky was forced around to keep his ship's bearing. You remember he was travelling twice as fast as us? Well that meant that in effect he slowly began to envelop the front of the Russian line."



"Where was the Grozny?"



"We hovered with the rest of our flotilla off the Suvurov's starboard bow. We had lost our correct order but I don't think it bothered anybody. We all were fascinated with what was happening," Admiral Gorshin told the younger Officer.



"So what was happening?"



"Well, to us we thought we were winning! Here the Japanese had hardly fired a shot and our Divisions had kicked the piss out of them, it seemed to us. But then, where we were, we couldn't get a clear picture."



"So what happened next?"



"Togo waited until his rear was out of range of Nebogatov and Enkvist then... He just let us have it. There's no better description... within the space of 18 minutes, he'd won." Admiral Gorshin shook his head sadly, dabbing his eyes. "And a lot of good people didn't make it home."



Togo swung his binoculars towards the rear of his fleet. Apparently satisfied, he turned to his Fleet Gunnery Officer and tipped his head slightly.



The Officer spun round and yelled, "Now!"



Above him on the signal platform of the Mikasa, a signalman swung two white flags over his head. This was repeated by a sailor on the after bridge and picked up by Shikishima a moment later. All down the line there was a brief fluttering of white flags that reminded those present of the wings of a dove, a powerful symbol in Japan.



The Japanese had practiced this routine until they could perform it in their sleep. Since the turn, the Battleships had been checking the range with single shots. The data had then been passed to all the turrets by voice pipe. To make sure, teams of messengers had run around all the gun crews to make sure they all had the latest information.



The technique of finding the range in those days was common to all navies. One shot short, one over, then between them must be the correct range. Bearing was a little more difficult because both vessels were moving and you needed to compensate for this. (Known in navy lingo as 'the rate of change.')



Because both fleets were moving roughly parallel to each other at different but constant speeds, Togo's range-takers had ample opportunity to carefully set their bearing and pass this on to the gun crews. The Japanese also had the easier time of it than the Russians because their main guns were all of a uniform calibre and performed similarly.



Togo's Gunnery Officer counted down 5 seconds on his silver chronometer then yelled, "fire!" Instantly his signalman repeated the order into his row of voice tubes just inside the Mikasa's wheelhouse.



Sixteen 12 inch guns, all bearing on the Suvurov, exploded with an enormous crash. The opening broadside was devastatingly accurate. At least seven heavy shells were seen to explode along the Russian flagship's length.



One shell struck the base of the Suvurov's control tower and knocked everyone inside off their feet. One slammed into the port 155mm hull gun and blew it into the sea. The flash then travelled deep into the bowels of the Battleship's midships creating a raging inferno.



The foremast was hit, the shell creating a fireball that incinerated the gun crews in the fighting top. The mast itself spun off into the Sea of Japan complete with Rhozdventsky's pennant.



Dozens of fires were started that soon overwhelmed the fire crews. The hoses, so carefully laid out on the deck, were shredded. In less than 5 minutes, the flagship was heavily on fire and out of control. Everyone on the bridge had been stunned, wounded or killed.



It began a tight turn to starboard, whether of itself or by some heroic hand on the helm. (Actually a shell had disabled the rudder) The Alexander steered to port of her, followed by Borodino and Orel, and started to circle the Suvurov, protectively.



By then a thick blanket of black/brown smoke began to spread out from the burning Suvurov. There was little wind and the toxic cloud drifted slowly a few metres above the sea. It obscured her from Togo's gun-layers so they moved on to the other vessels.



Meanwhile the Oslyabya had been left to port all on its own after the 1st Division's earlier chaotic maneuvre. Two of Togo's Armoured cruisers, the Iwate and Idzumo, had engaged her in a duel and she'd been hit by two or three shells on her armoured side. The Battleship Fuji, however, had run out of targets and swung onto the 2nd Division's flagship. The Fuji's broadside missed except for one 12 inch shell which struck the Oslyabya's ornate prow.



Some accounts differ, however from eyewitness reports this is believed to have been what happened. Fuji's shell struck her 'bow-chaser' 3 pounder gun. The bows of the vessel disappeared in a cloud of brown smoke. For a split second, during which the cloud began to drift away, nothing happened. Then there was a tremendous explosion. The Oslyabya's bows opened out like a clamshell and the ship's momentum began to drive the front of the vessel downwards. After a minute or two, water began lapping at the foreturret. All of a sudden the Oslyabya rolled over and sank in a little under three minutes. There were no survivors. The time was 1450 hours.



"Togo began a wide sweep over to the East," continued the Admiral. "He swept through 90 degrees, encircling the front of the fleet. The Alexander took up leadership and led the line South for 10 minutes or so. During that time Togo ceased fire having lost sight of us because of the smoke."



"And the Destroyers?"



"We had a quick conference after the Suvurov went up in smoke. The five of us pulled up alongside as if we were anchored in a bay. All the time Togo's 'overs' were whistling overhead or raising huge water spouts nearby. It was surreal, in a way."



"We decided that Buiny and Bedovy should wait by the flagship while the rest should follow the remainder of the fleet. No-one was telling us what to do, you see. Even if they were, I doubt we could have seen any signals through all the smoke."



Enkvist had remembered his orders by this time and had turned back to cover the transports. They had reversed course and were waiting to the South for further instructions. Izumrud and Zhemchug took off by themselves and went to look for the cruisers. At least that's what they claimed later.



All ships of the Battle Divisions had been hit by the time Togo ceased fire. The worst affected still afloat was the Suvurov, which was burning fiercely. Alexander was also on fire, as were the Borodino and Orel, but they were still in some action of sorts.



The Sissoi Veliky had had her main turret disabled by 8 inch shell hits from Iwate and Idzumo. Navarin was relatively unscathed although she had a fire aft.



Further back Nebogatov was unaware he was now in charge, the Suvurov having been disabled. His old ships had done well and were still in working order. He had little idea of the carnage up front and was surprised when he sighted the burning Alexander on a reverse course to his starboard. He quickly made up his mind to cut the corner around the Suvurov. Thus he saved his Division from the full weight of Togo's guns.



The Russians' turn had been tighter than Togo's and opened the distance to the relief of the Squadron. A little after three the Alexander again tried to guide the fleet North. Turning, she broke out of the smoke haze to find the entire Japanese line arrayed across her front. The range had come down to a little over 7000 metres, practically point blank.



That time the hail of shells was brief as Togo, correctly deducing what the Russians were trying to do, reversed course and followed them North. He was herding them like a flock of sheep.



"The Alexander turned the fleet North East to get away from Togo," Gorshin explained, "however Togo was keeping abeam of us, this time to the North West. Whenever there was an opportunity he opened fire. Having run out of his evil 'Shimose' shells he was now using high explosive. We called them then, 'common' rounds."



"The Grozny?"



"I can remember whizzing about dodging shell plumes. We tried to stay out of the smoke, it choked us and stung our eyes. Then we came upon one of those amazing things you sometimes encounter in battle. Two men in a tiny rowboat, rowing as fast as they could go, suddenly appeared out of the gloom."



"Who were they?"



"Two crewmen from the Suvurov, a Petty Officer and Rating. We plucked them out of the sea. They told us that they'd been assisting the wounded near the stern when they were trapped by fire and smoke. Together they lowered the little jolly boat that was swinging on davits from the starboard stern quarter. They told us that they then shimmied down the ropes into the boat."



"The tale they told of conditions on board the flagship horrified us. After the first devastating bombardment the organisation of the ship fell to pieces. Fires broke out all over, the Shimose shells just burst into flames whenever they hit the tiniest obstruction. Crews left their guns and ran for cover. A kind of inertia overcame them and Officers had to kick the men to get them to do even the simplest of tasks."



"The very decks burst into flames. Ladders were warped into grotesque shapes from the heat. It was impossible to move around the ship. And the smoke, it burnt the lungs, sent sailors gasping for breath to the extent that they hurled themselves over the side to get away from it. Others just lapsed into unconciousness at their posts. One of the men described finding a fire crew hiding in a compartment below the mainmast, all quite dead from smoke inhalation."



"Rhozdventsky, wounded in the head and half delirious, with Bogdanovich and Kursel, were the only survivors from the hit on the control tower. They'd taken shelter in the port 155mm gun turret. They had been trying to hail one of the Destroyers to pick them up with hitherto no success."



"Pikalevoi said that we must go and rescue the Admiral. We tried for over an hour to find the Suvurov again but couldn't. It was about 1630 hours then and we suddenly found ourselves all alone."



Tojo had again blocked the Russian fleet from heading North and again the Russians had turned back. This time, however, Togo lost sight of them and went on a wild goose chase to the South. Around 1630 he realised the Russians must be still to the North so he turned to follow.



He'd spotted, however, Enkvist's Division and detached Admiral Kamimura's cruisers to chase them.



Almost all great Commanders have their loyal Lieutenants and Togo had one in Kamimura. He was one of those able, sometimes reckless, charismatic individualists who inspired later generations of Japanese Admirals such as 'Tenacious' Tanaka of World War Two fame. He was a Stonewall Jackson to Togo's Robert E Lee, or maybe a Jeb Stuart.



Enkvist spotted Kamimura around 1500. The Japanese Admiral had with him Idzumo, Iwate, Yakumo, Adzuma and the Tokiwa, having doused her fire. Enkvist left the Almaz, Donskoi and Monomakh with the Transports and made off South with the Oleg, Aurora and Svetlana to draw off the Japanese.



Around 1515 there was a brief exchange of gunfire but Enkvist wasn't hanging around. The big, fast Russian cruisers worked up to their full speed of about 24 knots.



However, the last of the line--Svetlana--had taken a hit in a boiler room and was slowing down. According to Enkvist, the Svetlana's Captain, Sergei Shein, decided to take his chances rather than slow down the other two. She therefore turned away West towards Tsushima Island.



Meanwhile Kamimura had been recalled by Togo who was chasing the remnant of the Russian Battleship Divisions. He therefore left Svetlana alone to make her way in a rough North Westerly direction.



On the way Shein picked up the fleeing Zhemchug and Izumrud. The Zhemchug decided to follow Enkvist South while Izumrud kept company with the Svetlana.



Enkvist with the Oleg, Aurora and Zhemchug kept going until they reached Manila. That decision cost him his reputation and career.



Meanwhile the cruisers left behind with the transports decided to scatter and make their own way to Vladivostok. The Almaz worked up to her full speed of 26 knots and followed after the Battleships. The Monomakh followed on a more westerly course while the Donskoi headed for Tsushima Island to wait for nightfall. The transports were left behind to fend for themselves.



"Enkvist, I believe, had little choice at that stage," commented Gorshin. "Kamimura was between him and Vladivostok and if he'd done what the rest of the Scouting Division did he would most certainly have shared their fate. Honourable? Perhaps not, but he preserved those ships and crews. Aurora, of course, started the October Revolution when she fired in support of the Petrograd Soviet. Zhemchug got herself blown up in Penang by the German Cruiser Emden in 1915."



The Grozny and Bravy didn't stay alone for long. Around 1515 they spotted the Battle Squadron once again, this time on a Northerly bearing. Joining the Battleships, they had not gone far before they came across the smoking Suvurov. The Buiny had just taken off Rhozdventsky. Kursel and Bogdanovich remained aboard.



A mist was beginning to gather and, combined with the smoke, reduced visibility still further. The Japanese had lost them in the gloom and many began to believe that their ordeal was over. The crews gradually stirred themselves from the debilitating shock that characterised them following Togo's initial assault. Optimism increased that the fleet would make Vladivostok, wounded but alive.



Alexander the Third still led the fleet although Rhozdventsky was moving once more on the Destroyer Buiny. The Admiral himself lapsed repeatedly into a coma and was probably heavily concussed. His pennant was lost with the Suvurov's foremast so none of the remaining warships knew that the Commander in Chief was nearby



Togo himself was pounding after the Russians to the South at his best speed of around 16/17 knots. Kamimura and his cruisers were racing after him on a NNE bearing. Either he or his Chief called in the Japanese Destroyers and Torpedo boats from their positions to the West.



The Japanese were beginning to grow concerned that the Russians might get away with the advent of dusk. Togo signalled all his ships that they were to pursue the enemy, 'with courage, tenacity and ruthlessness. None of their warships must survive,' it continued, 'to wound the interests of the Emperor and people.' This was an extraordinary appeal from a Commander whose orders were generally terse and businesslike.



The Japanese destroyers were organised in 2 flotillas of 16 boats. This organisation was copied from British practice of the time. It wasn't until after the Battle of Jutland 1915 that the Royal Navy concluded that the 16 boat flotilla was too unhandy in operations. Togo also had 13 of the older and smaller Torpedo boats, a class of vessel that was going out of favour at the time.



In Destroyer operations, training, and organisation, the Russians were actually well up with the competition thanks to energetic Admirals such as Makarov. Similarly few Navies at the time were as experienced in mine warfare as the Tsarist Navy. Because they had fewer boats to spread around, Russian Flotillas were smaller than the Japanese. Coincidentally they discovered that the 5 boat flotilla was more effective in operations.



There was little between the protagonists in courage and daring, however the bigger Russian Destroyers had been the better weapon in the fights around Port Arthur.



In this battle, though, Togo intended to swamp the competition with overwhelming numbers.



"A little before 1800 hours we pulled close to the Alexander for orders. She'd got her fires under control but we could see she'd taken a fearful pounding. The mainmast was down and the after funnel was riddled. The afterdeck was smouldering and one of the 305s in the rear turret was clearly jammed at a high angle. Everywhere you could tell how hot the fires had been."



"I saw the Count Khlodovsky. He came to the bridge rail and waved. He yelled something like, 'see you in Vlady.' I was glad he hadn't been hurt or worse."



"At about that time we saw the Japanese Destroyer Flotillas. Our lookout was stationed up the mast in a drum we called 'the tin can.' It was high up near the cross tree. 'Smoke! West Norwest!' he yelled. We didn't have any communications with him so he had to yell down through a megaphone. At around that time too, Togo was sighted by the Alexander to the East of us. I knew then that we weren't out of trouble, that our luck had run out."



Time had run out too for the Suvurov lying disabled to the South. The senior Officer left on board was Lieutenant Bogdanovich. There was little left to do but to organise an orderly evacuation of the ship. This had just begun when Togo's 2nd Destroyer Flotilla spotted her. Immediately, evacuation stopped and both he and Kursel went through the ship searching for functioning guns, and gunners.



Verner Kursel was a native of Kiel, Germany and a naturalised Russian. It was not uncommon for young men to seek fame and fortune in the services of another country. Kursel apparently joined the Russian Navy at a relatively young age of 19.



He was typically Nordic in appearance, tall, blond and blue-eyed. Why Rhozdventsky took a shine to him is unclear. He did, though, regard him as a protégé. Kursel was a pupil of Rhozdventsky when the Admiral taught at the Gunnery School at Kronshtadt.



Kursel found a working gun on the stern of the Suvurov. It was a 74mm Quick Firer, the type designed for use against such an attack. The narrowness of the stern allowed the gun to traverse over 200 degrees. It was the best he could do in the circumstances. He and Bogdanovich assembled a team of 8 gunners and found 20 more to go below to man the shell room and magazine. The shell elevator, similar to a dumb waiter, had to be worked by hand as there was now no power throughout the ship.



An experienced team could fire about ten rounds per minute out of the 74, that's one every 6 seconds. The Japanese Destroyers believed there was more than one gun firing. An eyewitness later said that Kursel's team were doing better than 4 seconds between shots. For a manually-operated gun of that size, that's extraordinarily fast shooting!



From the wreck of the after bridge Bogdanovich and a team of three took up one of the Spandau-Maxim Machine Guns. By then the after funnel had fallen, its support cables having snapped. The smouldering boilers below shrouded the rear of the ship in sulfurous brown smoke. The ship seemed strangely deserted when the first of the Destroyers tentatively approached.



K7 was a Vosper-Thornycroft-built Destroyer of approximately 500 tons. She was one of the first of her class built specifically for the demands of the Japanese Navy by the well-known British shipyard. It knifed in towards the disabled Russian Battleship, perhaps believing it had been abandoned. Maybe they thought about boarding her and taking down her ensign flapping from the stump of the mainmast? In any case, as she came within 200 metres, a shell from the stern 74 hit her amidships, penetrated her thin hull, and exploded in the boiler room. The K7 erupted in a cloud of steam and smoke and limped off back towards the rest of the flotilla. Kursel's second shell detonated Torpedoes on the K7's deck and she blew up in a series of loud explosions.



For over an hour, Kursel's 74 and Bogdanovich's Spandau fought it out with the Destroyers. Eventually, the Suvurov, her hull rent open from two torpedo hits on her port side, rolled over and sank. The time was 1920 hours and by then, to the North, the Russian fleet had ceased to exist.



"Togo's 4 Battleships opened up almost straight away," recounted Gorshin, "I looked at my watch, it was precisely 1800 hours. We shot back with whatever gun we had left, but there were precious few. They concentrated on the Alexander first... it was terrible... Almost immediately the Alexander was hit down near the waterline and she began to list to starboard. Borodino took over then and tried to open the range by steering NNW but Togo just followed. Nebogatov too began to bear away. The fleet was losing cohesion... it was becoming every man for himself."



"What of the Japanese Destroyers?"



"They just hovered like a pack of hungry wolves. Gromky's flotilla started after them, I think Kern was frustrated. He was thinking, 'let's get this over with.' Nebogatov called him back. There were thirty or so of the bastards out there and it would have been suicide."



"I think Nebogatov thought that if the fleet broke up then it would split the Japs' fire. In that case, just maybe, a few of the battleships might get through to Vladivostok."



"The light was fading. The onset of evening, the smoke from the funnels, gunfire and fires that had started again on some of the ships; this combined with the mist... it was probably our best chance."



"Around this time the Monomakh joined us, having slipped past Kamimura. The Borodino took the lead and led Sissoi Veliky, Navarin and Nakhimov North West. Nebogatov and the 3rd Division turned West, then South West. I think he was heading for Tsushima Island. Monomakh tagged on the end of his line. We lost sight of the Orel... and the Alexander was in serious trouble. I couldn't think too much about that because that's when the Japanese Destroyer Flotillas attacked."



"Around 1900 hours we heard a tremendous explosion. We couldn't pay too much attention at the time because we were engaging the Jap Destroyers. Later we learned that it was the Borodino. She'd taken one of the last 12 inch shells that Togo fired that day in her forward magazine. After that the Japanese Battleships called it a day and drew off to the East to leave things to the Destroyers."



"The Alexander?"



"Those Battleships never could tolerate too much of a list," Gorshin said sadly. "She rolled over a little after six in the evening. She took with her virtually all her officers... and Feodor Khlodovsky."



The immediate fate of the Orel, the last of the 1st Division, is uncertain. What is certain is that Togo found her the next morning, unable to steam, with a white flag fluttering from her mainmast. Most of her crew had taken to the lifeboats and were grouped together nearby.



However, a little after 1900 hours the main Japanese Destroyer attack occurred. Some thirty Destroyers and Torpedo boats concentrated on the Sissoi Veliky, Navarin, Nakhimov and Monomakh. Of the Russian Destroyers, Buiny and Bedovy, with the Admiral aboard, headed North West out of the fray. They were pursued by at least 5 Japs, who launched at least two of the 76 Whitehead Torpedoes fired that day. Both missed and the fight continued using deck guns.



Bravy, Bezuprechny, Grozny and Kern's Gromky flotilla fought it out at close range. The cruiser Almaz joined at dusk and lent a hand. However by that time Sissoi Veliky had been hit by at least two torpedoes. She took on a steady list then exploded, showering debris high into the air. Monomakh and Nakhimov went soon after, both sinking very quickly with high loss of life.



The Navarin blundered South West on a course for Tsushima Island. The Island had become a sort of gathering point for the remnants of the fleet. Perhaps it was thought that ships might be able to take shelter under the high cliffs and deep inshore waters. The Donskoi took shelter there with the Izumrud and Svetlana. Nebogatov's ancients anchored to the North of the Island. Izumrud, with her superior speed, however, decided to make a run for Vladivostok by sailing along the coast of Korea. She left around midnight.



As night fell, the fittest Destroyers, Bravy and Grozny, together with the cruiser Almaz, were ordered by Nebogatov to run for Vladivostok and bring news of the battle to the Russian High Command. They decided on the most direct route, straight through the waiting Japanese flotillas.



"Our Oblukhov 74s were good guns," continued Gorshin, "better, I think, than the British 6 pounders that the Japs used. Their guns were all exposed on their Destroyers whereas ours had shields. The Jap Destroyers themselves were smaller and narrower, faster than ours perhaps, but less stable as a gun platform."



"Torpedoes were a waste of time against Destroyers, unless you were practically alongside the target. The Japs fired a great many of them at us, but no Russian Destroyer was hit by them."



"We found the best technique was to run straight at them as if we were going to ram. The 'Mad Pole' Spzetznar had a talent for clearing their exposed gun crews off with the Spandau. We'd turn away at the last minute and pump shells into them as we passed. We put two of them out of the fight that way."



"But we couldn't keep all of them away. That's how they got the old Nakhimov, Sissoi and Monomakh. They'd send in one or two to keep us busy while others made a run for the big ships. Our big ships didn't help themselves by splitting up either. They couldn't concentrate their defences. By then, all of us were exhausted and just wanted it to end."



"How did you make the run for Vladivostok that night?"



"Almaz, Bravy, and ourselves were the only ones undamaged in the fight. Bezuprechny shared out most of her remaining coal. A near miss had riddled her with splinters and she'd trouble steaming. Kern's boys had lost two boats and the remaining three were all badly knocked about. Only Gromky was able to steam so the other two beached themselves on the island and set charges."



We knew by then that Kamimura was South of us near the coast and Togo East, waiting for morning. We weren't sure where the Destroyers were but we figured they'd most probably have gone back to their tenders to re-arm and coal. What we didn't know was that the Sasebo and Nagasaki cruisers were also now out there."



"No Navy at that time liked fighting at night. You can't tell who is who and if you turn on your searchlight then everyone, friend and foe, is going to have a pot at you. Even if you fire flares, the flash from the flare gun would be like opening your fly buttons on a dark night. Only the Germans were paying any attention to the problems of night fighting then."



"We made our run about 11 that night. Nebogatov decided to also make off, but we didn't know it at the time. The Navarin had found an inlet and decided to anchor there."



"We hadn't gone more than about 10 kilometres when we were caught in searchlights from the East. I think it was the Nachi group from Sasebo. There were at least four cruisers and they opened up with everything. We hit back with Torpedoes and guns... anything, even the Pole was firing the Spandaus at them. First the Almaz was hit aft and ourselves and the Bravy were showered by shell splinters. It was a wild ride."



"All of a sudden it stopped, just like that! Almaz doused her fire quickly and everything was black once more. And quiet... so quiet. I have never heard such silence." The Admiral had a wry grin on his face, "such quiet..." he tailed off.



On the Afternoon of the 28th of May, Vladivostok was in an apprehensive mood. The town was full of military and refugees. Swaggering Cossacks pushed their way through crowds of Chinese, Koreans and Russians displaced from south of the Amur river.



The 2nd Pacific Squadron had been expected for some days now and lines of anchorages had been prepared in the harbour. In the single dry dock, the magnificent 12,500 ton Cruiser Rossiya lay battered after her clash with Kamimura off Ulsan. Reputed to be one of the fastest of the big Russian Armoured Cruisers, it was simple weight of numbers that told in the end.



Vladivostok before the war had a population of around 100,000. As Russia's sole ice-free port and Eastern terminal of the Trans-Siberian Railway it had considerable commercial importance. To the North of the port in the late 19th and early 20th the Amur region and the town of Khabarovsk had a large agricultural industry.



In late January the Russian army under General Kuropatkin had been driven from its positions at Mukden near Harbin, Manchuria. Some of the beaten army had retreated upon Vadivostok. The citizens were terrified that General Oyama's Japanese army would soon be descending.



Around 4 in the afternoon, lookouts announced there was smoke on the horizon. An hour later a small cruiser and two Destroyers entered the harbour, all that remained of the Second Pacific Squadron.



All the vessels were scarred from their encounter with the Sasebo Cruisers. As they tied up, rows of stretchers began to descend the gangways containing the wounded and the dead. From the Grozny came seven, the most serious being the 'Mad Pole' with shell splinters in his chest. Gorshin also came off the Destroyer on a stretcher, suffering from a high fever that would be diaganosed as Pneumonia.



Commander Pikalevoi walked over the gangway with his arm bandaged from a flesh wound. The boat itself was riddled with splinters and the hull plates buckled from near misses.



The Naval casualties were taken to the nearby Naval base of Novorossisk, known locally as 'Vostok'(Eastern) to differentiate it from the other Novorossisk on the Black Sea.



"I was delirious with fever," continued Admiral Gorshin. "They took me to this awful, overcrowded Hospital and left me in a drafty corridor. I thought I would die there."



"After 3 days, I think, they moved me to a sanitorium in Nakhodka, about 20 kilometres to the East of Vlady. There we had private rooms... and nurses. I didn't know it at the time but the Count had told his family about me. He had said, 'I have two dear friends in Yvgeny Gorshin and Peter Szpetznar. I'd be grateful if you'd see to the welfare of these men should they survive the battle.'"



"It was the final Will of Count Feodor Khladovsky, Ensign, and the Count's family looked after the both of us very well."

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Once More Into The Ring Dear Breeder



Rick slowly pulled his slowly softening cock from Diane Keegan's trembling body. For the first time since he awoke Rick felt his overriding desire begin to abate. Diane reached between her thighs, bringing Rick's cum from her dripping pussy to her mouth. Jesse kneeled before him and began licking his cock clean. Dr. Curtis, who had just been serviced again by the Breeder, was checking her computer.



"It looks like the entire floor has been effected. Security cams show people fucking on the floors, in the offices, everywhere. The only group unaffected is a visitor group waiting in the conference room. Apparently, because of the work going on, they're on their own circulation system." Elizabeth looked longingly at the pretty young woman sucking on the supple 8-inch cock, no longer a foot of rock hard flesh. She gave a shiver of pleasure remembering her own uncountable orgasms. But she could feel that the Breeder had had enough for the time being. "So Rick, what do you want to do next?"



"I need to find out what happened to my family." He said after a moment. "Did you get Laura out? How about Janet?"



"I'm sorry Rick, we only managed to get you out." Curtis explained gently. "They tried, but..." Elizabeth thought about how to explain what went on. She reached over to her laptop and brought up a file. Another couple of clicks sent it to the large plasma monitor in the room. "Just watch."



The screen lit up. After a few moments it became clear that they were watching a camera mounted on someone's head. The image showed a group of about 10 young men and women just outside the sorority. He saw his own image with that of a pretty Latina as they struggled to get out. Rick looked like he was drunk.



As soon as he and the girl cleared the door the group stealthily made their way into the room. Working as a team the group spread out across the main room. The lights were still out but the room was lit from light coming down the hall from under bedroom doors. Whoever the cameraman was made his way towards the far end of the room.



He peered around the corner of the door into the hallway only to find a pair of shapely female legs walking towards him. He quickly backed up into the room, probably hoping he hadn't been seen. Rick could see the other agents ducking for cover in the shadows. Looking up the camera caught the face of a striking red head in a robe.



"Sarah." Rick said quietly.



"That's Sarah?" Curtis asked. "She's the Transsexual?"



"Yeah" Rick grunted as the red head entered the room.



"I think I know her..." Curtis said quietly. She vaguely recognized the woman, but from where?



"There's no point hiding. I know you're here" The voice on the screen said confidently as Sarah could be seen standing in the doorway turning on the light. The view from the camera shifted as the cameraman stood.



"We're here to arrest you." Someone said.



"Oh, you are, are you?" Sarah smiled. Rick had seen that smile before; it made the hair stand up on his back, and it made his cock rise ever so slightly as his subconscious remembered the sexual control the woman had over him. "We'll I'm here to fuck you."



Sarah raised her hand and pressed the button on a small hand-held device. The screen went gray as the sound of a loud hissing noise came from the speakers. Coughs, cries of surprise and gasps could be heard as the quality of light changed suggesting that the camera was moving. Slowly the coughs and noises of alarm shifted as the sound of moaning became more prevalent.



As the room cleared the viewers could see that the camera was lying on the floor pointed at one of the female agents. The young woman, blonde with freckles on her nose and cheeks, was writhing on the floor. Her hands pulled at her black 'Special Forces' t-shirt tearing it open so she could reach her breasts. Her eyes were closed and her pretty mouth open as she gasped in pleasure.



From the speaker the sound of a man groaning loudly could be heard. Rick suspected that it was the original cameraman. The sound was an odd mix of pain and pleasure, like a frustrated animal.



Suddenly the camera view spun as someone picked it up. As the lens moved around the room the viewers could see that the entire entry team was subdued on the floor and furniture. The women were all writhing in various states of undress, several grabbing frantically at their male counterparts' pants. The men rolled on the ground in obvious discomfort but were not showing any signs of conscious activity.



The camera steadied as it was placed on a woman's head. The red hair that was brushed from in front of the lens led Rick to believe that it was Mistress Sarah. The camera looked down on a pair of full firm breasts as the woman's hands pulled the agent's belt and pants open, reached in and pulled out his rock hard cock and began to stroke it. Looking up, the camera caught the agent's face changing from pain to pleasure.



"Why are you here?" Sarah demanded. The agent shook his head to indicate that he wouldn't talk. Sarah stopped stroking the hard cock, just teasing it a little with a fingernail, or squeezing it. It was just enough to cause jolts of stimulation without causing the pleasure he needed. The agent moaned and threw his head side to side. Sarah began to stroke again.



"OK, I'll tell you, just please don't stop..." The agent pleaded as his eyes glazed over in pleasure. "We're here to arrest those involved in a kidnapping ring here in the university. We think it's for white slavery..." He rambled breathlessly.



"Is that what they told you hmm? Who are you with?" Sarah asked, slowing her hand. The agent looked like he was going to panic.



"I'm FBI, on loan, I don't know who's running the operation..."



"Are you sure?" Sarah asked stopping her hand. The agent began to squirm in obvious discomfort. Whatever the gas was it was definitely affecting him as he seemed to slip in and out of lucidity.



"Please, no!" He pleaded with a slur. "I don't know!"



Sarah began to stroke him again. "Who's in charge?"



"Her." He said pointing over to the blonde agent the camera focused on earlier.



"Thank you, you may cum now." Sarah said. The agent stiffened almost immediately as his cock spurted onto his chest. After his ejaculation slowed his eyes rolled back and he passed out. Sarah let go of his still hard cock and wiped her hand on his shirt. The agent's cock continued to ooze ejaculate onto his clothes.



Sarah stood up. The wide-angle camera made it look like she stood 10 feet tall. She stood over the blonde agent. The girl was actually a little older than she first appeared, probably in her mid thirties, but her fit body and short haircut made her appear younger. She lay on the ground in obvious ecstasy, oblivious to her mission or surroundings.



Sarah prodded the woman with her foot. The blonde sat up on her knees looking at Sarah with sex-glazed eyes. Sarah reached down and, with a quiet moan picked up by the microphone, pulled out her long soft cock. The blonde stared at it in disbelief, one hand reaching up to take the pale organ.



"Are you the one in charge?" Sarah asked, her voice a little husky as the blonde started to stroke her cock.



"Uh-huh..." The woman replied absently as she watched the animalistic penis engorge and slide from its sheath.



"Whom do you work for?" Sarah asked.



"I can't tell you that," The blonde answered matter-of-factly as she placed the fat head of the penis in her mouth.



"Do you like the taste?" Sarah answered with a pleasant sigh. The woman nodded, making satisfying mewing noises as she sucked. "Good, now lie back my dear, I have something to give you. And you have something to give me."



The blonde team leader obeyed immediately. Lying on her back she pulled her knees up to give Sarah access to her hungering pussy. Her eyes shone as the transsexual's pre-cum coursed through her body into the pleasure centers of her brain. Sarah knelt down and placed the massive organ into the woman's vagina. The head glistened as the girl's copious fluids coated it.



Sarah shifted so only the woman's torso and above was on camera. The blonde started to gasp, her hands grabbing her breasts and her eyes opening wide to look into the camera as she became enthralled by Sarah's eyes. She moaned as she gasped for air, cries of rapture coming from her throat.



"Now tell me, who do you work for dear?" Sarah asked. By the movement of the camera it was clear that the dominating woman was fucking the tight blonde.



"Air Force Special Forces..." She gasped. "Breeder Program..."



"Very good..." Sarah praised as she would a young child. "You may cum for me now."



The blonde cried out as she was overwhelmed by an orgasm. She jerked on the floor as the monster cock slid in and out of her clenching vagina. As the contractions faded she shuddered, pinching her hard nipples.



"Are you sanctioned or black ops?" Sarah followed up.



"The program is black but with oversight." She purred to the camera.



"What about this operation? Are there others?"



"No, just transportation outside, two SUVs one driver each." The blonde answered between cries of pleasure. It was clear that she would tell Sarah anything in this condition.



"Good, my girls have taken care of them already." Sarah said confidently. Rick could hear the smile spreading across her lips. "So you will be my toys for the evening. You may cum for me again."



The blonde exploded in orgasm again. Her sweat-covered face was an intense picture of animal sexuality. Her teeth were gritted as she screamed through her clenched jaws.



"Last question my dear..." Sarah said, breathing heavily. "Will anyone come looking for you?"



The woman looked up towards the camera, her face clearly showed how overwhelmed she was. Her sexuality completely controlled her at this point. Intellectually she realized her plight, but equally so, she realized she was helpless against the overloaded pleasure centers of her brain. Leaning up on her elbows she looked down at the hard flesh invading her quivering body.



"No." She gasped. "I don't think anyone will come..."



Gasping, she began to cry out as the cock slammed deep inside her body getting harder and harder while her new mistress approached her own orgasm. The blonde let out a long wail as Sarah pumped cum deep into her body.



Suddenly a huge spurt of white cum sprayed across her body. The blonde sat up and stroked the spurting cock aiming the fluid into her gaping mouth. Sarah moved forward to straddle the girl as she continued to use both hands to pump her mistress' sex organ. The video went to static as the blonde special ops leader stroked the massive appendage, licking up the oozing cum from the tip.



"That's all we have" Dr. Curtis said. She paused as she noticed that Rick had another hard erection that he was sliding in and out of Jesse's willing body.



"That's all?" Rick asked without stopping.



"We found the empty vehicles with the recorders intact. The video headset was found in the main room of the Sorority. She wanted us to see the tape"



"What about Laura and Janet? Anyone else left?"



"Gone." Curtis answered solemnly.



"Tracy?"



"We sent a team to your place 2 days ago, as soon as we realized you were gone. She wasn't there." Curtis answered, a tear rolling down her cheek. "That doesn't mean that she's been taken..." She offered.



"Janet completely overwhelmed me at the house, I can't see Tracy able to resist." Rick started pumping hard into Jesse. The slim Brunette cried out and bore down against the huge cock as Rick pumped another load of cum deep into her body.



"Next step is to find them, get me in again, and get them out." Rick said decisively.



"Absolutely, I'll make sure it happens, whatever I can do..." Curtis answered, there was no way she could even think of contravening the Alpha Male



"OK, good." Rick said smiling. For the first time in what seemed like forever he felt positive. "We need to get me out of here."



Curtis nodded as she grabbed some folded Air Force robes from under a counter. She handed one to Jesse, and to Diane and put the other two on a stool. Kneeling down she started to lick Rick's semi hard cock clean. Rick looked down at the gorgeous blonde and raised an eyebrow questioningly.



"Well..." Elizabeth thought for a few seconds. " I can't send you out dirty can I?"



Outside the door of the lab 3 armed guards stepped up to the door, a male second lieutenant and two female airmen. None were normally tasked with this sort of mission, coming from the clerical pool, but all 3 carried standard side arms. Their orders were to prevent a male patient, identified with a photo as 'Rick', from leaving the lab area.



The three were thoroughly shaken by their trip through the station level. They walked through a normal looking instillation of offices and small lab areas. But the floors and furniture were littered with naked bodies, some wildly coupling with each other, masturbating and beckoning to the squad or lying almost lifeless from exhaustion. The three had missed the overwhelming onslaught caused by the Breeder, but they were still feeling the effects.



Airman Gina Littlebird, 'Bird' as she was nicknamed, had trouble concentrating as her large breasts pushed against her uniform blouse making her nipples hard and itchy. In fact her entire body was aroused but the sensation from her hard nipples was driving her crazy. She wished her blouse were a little looser and that she wore a skirt like her squad mate as every move in her uniform slacks rubbed against her erect clit.



Airman Angie Simpson was also feeling the effect of the pheromones but she was enjoying the effects. She walked beside and a little behind the other two, watching them as they walked. She had a shoulder length haircut and looked very much like the office worker she was. Wearing a skirt made her slim hips look a little fuller on a normal day, but now it allowed her to slide her moist thighs together as she walked. She also found it hard to concentrate walking so close to the 2nd Lieutenant, especially with such an obvious bulge in his pants.



2nd Lieutenant Jones was almost forgetting their mission as he watched Bird's ass sway in front of him. He wished Simpson would walk a little faster so he could check her out too. He was happy to be blessed with a cock that reinforced the myth about black men and size. He'd be even happier to pull it out and prove it to his new command, but this was literally his first opportunity to command a squad of any size and he didn't want to blow it.



The three uneasy young people came to a stop at the sliding door to the lab they were ordered to guard. They nervously stood there; unsure whether to raise their weapons, set down a fire zone, or just sit on their collective rear ends.



Angie's head was swimming slightly as she stood with her gun pointed to the floor. Her pussy was aching with desire and her whole body was buzzing. She looked again at the bulge in Jones' pants. She wondered if the rumor in the ladies room was true, it sure looked like it. She pulled open the neck of her uniform blouse to try and cool down.



Gina was hot too. She couldn't understand why she seemed to be getting horny on such a dangerous mission. She usually worked a desk job; the last time she'd held a gun was in basic training. But here she was, tasked with stopping a dangerous man, and she was almost melting with desire.



"Keep calm you two..." Jones said, trying to sound more in charge than he felt. His cock twitched painfully at the sight of Littlebird's round hips and tight ass.



Suddenly the door slid open. All three jumped in surprise and raised their pistols making sure they were cocked and off safety. Nobody came through the door.



"OK, let's just relax, we don't want to shoot anyone by accident..." Jones said.



"God it's hot..." whispered Gina, breathing heavily. It was too hot in here, and her clothes were driving her mad. After a minute of staring at the open door it had become too much. Her clothes were just too restrictive. Every inch of fabric was rubbing against her skin, stimulating her, and turning her on.



Behind her Angie was feeling the same way. With one shaking hand she undid a few buttons of her blouse, letting it open to cool her skin down, slightly exposing her small tight breasts. Her whole body felt electric, every tiny move making her hotter and hotter. God she wanted to get her hands on, strike that, her pussy around the 2nd lieutenant's big hard cock.



Both women were literally panting with arousal as a hand reached around the open door with some white gauze held in a medical clamp.



"Don't shoot!" a feminine voice called out. A pretty young brunette poked her head around the doorframe. This confused the group as they'd been told to expect a male.



"Should I put my hands up?" The brunette asked, her eyes bright as she smiled broadly. Her eyes were a glassy, and she looked somewhat disheveled, she appeared drunk but harmless enough.



Jones thought for a moment. He tried to figure out what to do but was distracted by the beautiful girl, or more to the point, the open robe and the cleavage it revealed. "Uh... no ma'am, um, are you alone?" He said unsurely.



"I'm alone," Diane said holding her arms out to the side to show she was unarmed, and to show off her body too. "There are two others inside, but I think they have him subdued."



"OK, come on out, you could be in danger." Jones said. His cock began to throb as he watched the pretty young woman walk out of the lab. He thought he recognized her. Wasn't she the timid young medical assistant? Deanna, Diana, something like that?



"I don't know how to thank you." Diane said warmly as she walked the few yards to the group. "I was so scared in there."



Diane walked up to Bird and gave her a little kiss on the cheek. "Thank you." She said as she walked towards Simpson.



Gina's check tingled where the girl kissed her. The warm tingling began to spread throughout her body. Gina was initially frightened; but soon gave herself to the pleasurable wave that began to overcome her. She turned back to face the door, her weapon raised in her shaking hand. Soon she lost track of the reason why she was standing there, why she held her gun up. But she was acutely aware of her aching pussy.



Diane walked up to Angie and gave her a similar peck on the lips. Angie stared at her for a second, licked her lips, and closed her eyes. Her breathing deepened as she felt a shiver of pleasure run down her back. It was the same shudder she felt when someone flicked their tongue against her clit. She slowly opened her eyes to watch the door, like a cat expecting a mouse to come out of a hole. She didn't know why, but her body understood that there was something of vital attraction in the other room.



The women had no way of knowing that Diane had coated her lips with Breeder cum before coming out of the lab. As soon as she kissed them she transferred the substance, laden with sexual pheromones and enzymes, to their skin. The substance immediately began to sink in and enter their bloodstream.



She walked over to Jones, her taut body visible underneath the open robe. She licked her lips while she held him with her eyes. Jones couldn't help admire her lithe body and her pretty face. His cock was hurting, held in by his trousers.



"You don't recognize me do you Nathan?" She asked.



"No, should..." Jones paused as the light went on over his head. "Lunch, last week. We shared a table right? Um, Deanna!"



"Diane, but close enough!" She smiled. Jones felt hot, like someone turned up the heat 30 degrees. And his cock ached at the sight of the cute brunette standing so close. Diane placed her hand on his hard cock. "I'm glad to see you remember me."



Jones looked down, his face burning in embarrassment. "Oh, uh, I'm sorry, it's just that..."



"Oh, don't apologize." Diane cut him off, squeezing his cock a little harder, stroking it through the material. "It looks like it hurts is all."



Jones moaned at the touch. "I don't know that you should be doing that..." He said nervously as he watched her stroke his cock.



"Don't worry, the girls are watching the door, I think you need a little relief before you break something." Diane said as she started to pull down Jones' zipper. Jones looked over at the two airmen to see them still standing in place. He failed to notice that the women were oblivious to what was going on as the unseen Breeder overwhelmed their bodies and minds. Diane reached in and pulled out his rather impressive black cock. It was bent from being trapped in his pants but began to fill the rest of the way with blood as it was released.



"Oh my..." Diane said in mock surprise as she held the black cock in front of her face. "I guess the cafeteria rumors are true."



Jones' cock was a solid ten inches long, thick at the base and thinning a little by the head. It was charcoal black along its length topped by a caramel colored head. It looked like it had been carved out of rock. Prior to her breeding with Rick, Diane would have said this was a monster cock. She slowly slid her hand up the length of Jones' cock eliciting a moan of pleasure and relief from him.



"There, now that's better isn't it?" She said arranging herself a little higher, pulled back his dark foreskin and put the swollen head of his cock into her mouth. Jones groaned aloud as he immediately ejaculated into her accommodating mouth. As she swallowed his load she thought about how, already, she was passing the Breeder virus to the young man. She felt a little sad that such a big hard cock would soon hang flaccid between his muscular thighs, forever. Nonetheless, she continued to service his still hard erection. Jones stood watching the young brunette suck on his cock, oblivious to the trim muscular man exiting through the lab door.



Rick walked up to Gina and reached out to touch her check with his hand before she could even think of moving. Gina absolutely melted at his touch, her gun clattering uselessly to the floor. She moved close, putting one arm around the breeder and letting her hand touch the massive flaccid cock. She reached up and kissed him deeply, her tongue flitting into his warm mouth. She felt his giant cock begin to engorge.



Angie moaned at the sight of the Breeder cock hanging between Rick's legs. She lowered her gun and slowly walked towards him, shaking with anticipation. She found it hard to focus; her heart beat loudly in her ears. She smiled at Littlebird as the knelt in front of the two, she couldn't believe how sexy the woman looked stroking the thick, heavily veined cock. She looked up at Gina, admiring her full breasts, wondering what it would be like to nestle against them. Then her eyes were drawn inescapably towards the Breeder cock hanging a few inches from her face.



Gina looked dreamily at the Breeder's eyes, her mind awash in his irresistible control. She could feel his cock growing to the point where her fingers no longer encircled it completely, it was getting hot and she could feel his heart beating in her hand.



"Feed your friend." Rick commanded quietly.



Bird looked down at Angie, who was licking her lips while she slid one hand between her thighs. Angie parted her lips as Gina fed the fat cock into her mouth. Angie's brain exploded with pleasure as soon as the cock touched her tongue sending her body into a quivering orgasm. Eyes closed she bobbed her head back and forth, sliding Rick's cock as deep into her mouth as she could.



Gina briefly let go of Rick while she pulled off her clothes to reveal a stunning figure. She had always been embarrassed by her measurements, but she truly had a stunning physique. Large firm breasts topped by dark hard nipples, slim waist, full hips and full firm thighs. Pulling off her panties she revealed a well-trimmed black bush that was literally dripping with need.



Without being told Gina knelt beside her co-worker and watched as Angie sucked on the long hard pole, a mixture of saliva and copious pre-cum drooling down her chin. Angie looked over at the dreamy eyed brunette, pulled the cock from her mouth and placed it into Gina's. The brunette's mind exploded in pleasure as soon as she came in contact with the cock. The two women traded off licking and sucking every inch of the pleasure-giving shaft.



The three guards were unaware of Elizabeth and Jesse leaving the lab area. The beautiful blonde walked up to stand next to Rick while Jesse walked over to Diane.



"We need to get moving." Curtis whispered into Rick's ear as she grasped his hard cock and began to stroke it. Rick obliged by allowing himself to orgasm while Elizabeth pumped his cum into the waiting mouths of both girls. Curtis came just from her contact with Rick's cock, leaned close to him and nibbled on his earlobe.



Jesse pulled the long black cock from Diane's mouth, but kept stroking it. Completely enthralled, Jones just watched the two women as he built towards another orgasm.



"Nice." Jesse commented with a grin.



"It is kind of a shame to see it go to waste." Diane shrugged as she stood. She leaned over and gave Jones a kiss. Jones groaned as he began to cum, spurting another load from his balls, this time onto the floor. He looked up to see Dr. Curtis approaching with Gina and Angie in tow. The two girls followed like little children, each holding one of her hands.



"You should lie down soldier." Curtis commanded as she let the two girls continue towards Jones.



Jones did as he was told, his hard cock jutting. Angie immediately straddled him, sliding his big black cock into her aching pussy. The two women would continue to keep Jones aroused and engaged until the trio was unable to continue. He watched, his mind completely dispatched from his prior mission, as Rick led the 3 women away. He felt his cock tighten again as he filled the slightly plain looking clerk with his cum only to have Bird's big tits shoved in his face while she climbed onto his still spurting cock.



"He seems to be progressing in a satisfactory manner." Commented a tall thin man standing in the darkened control room.



"He did OK, but he seemed to get distracted along every step of the way. I'm sure he'll fail." Answered a stunning black woman. Next to her a muscular oriental man and pretty little brunette exchanged glances and smiled.



"He completely dominated the medical team, even the doctor." Replied the man. "The final test will tell."



"Are you coming?" Asked the black woman.



"No, It's dangerous for me down there right now." He answered somewhat cryptically. "You and your team must go alone."



The small group watched on a set of monitors as Rick and the women moved off down the hall, leaving the 3 guards to copulate madly on the floor.



"Over here." Curtis said, she looked a little odd, like she remembering something unpleasant. " This is the quarantined area we saw on the security display."



"Well, we might as well take a look then." Rick responded, walking towards the door. The door was a pressure seal quarantine door with a hand print recognizer by the door.



"I don't know, I have a bad feeling about this..." Elizabeth said hesitantly. Rick looked at her, her eyes were heavy and she looked flush.



"I'm not crazy about this set up either, but I don't see any other options." Rick said as he examined the outline of the handprint on the wall. "The main exit is definitely locked and this is the only area we haven't looked in."



Rick placed his hand against the panel; the handprint turned red and the words 'Access Denied' appeared on the screen. Rick looked over at Elizabeth. "Why do I have a feeling that your hand will open this?"



Elizabeth stepped up to the panel. She raised her hand to the panel; she noticed that it was decidedly shaking. The unit scanned her hand and turned green. The sound of the room's pressure seal could be heard releasing. The door opened to a dark room, there was light coming from deep inside.



The group entered the room. It was a lecture theatre with a lit stage at the front. On the lit stage there was a large clear box, easily 15 feet square.



"Come in! Welcome!" Came a female voice from the front of the theatre. Rick could make out 3 individuals standing just off the stage in the shadows. "We've been watching you with quite some interest."



As he got closer to the front of the room Rick was able to make out the individuals. The speaker was a beautiful black woman. She had dark brown skin and long black hair with brown streaks tied back behind her head. She was dressed in a pinstriped business suit with a matching skirt. Despite its business cut it was abundantly clear that the woman had an incredible body with large breasts, and slim waist and full hips.



"I'm Melissa." She said holding out her hand. "I'm the director of a special branch of the Breeder program." She smiled a broad toothy smile as he took her and shook it. Her hand was warm and soft to the touch.



Melissa indicated the other two standing behind her. "This is Amy, my assistant." Amy was a petite brunette, probably around 5 feet 2 in heels. She could easily be described as pixie like with her short cut black hair and fine features. She was dressed in a black pinstripe jacket, purple silk halter top and pinstripe pants. She was pretty, sexy, confident, and vulnerable looking all wrapped up in one package. She stood next to a muscular oriental man.



"And this is Plug, one of our operatives." Melissa explained. The man merely nodded. Rick got a very strange vibe from the man. Rick wondered if the name came from the man's physical shape or something else.



"Well, now that we have the introductions over with, I assume you were all waiting here for a reason." Rick said, expecting the situation to go downhill. He prepared himself for them to try and restrain him, he was particularly wary of Plug.



"There are some within the organization that think you're the one we need to rescue those taken by this Mistress Sarah..." Melissa began before being cut off by Rick.



"Well they're absolutely right." he said. "Why bother wasting time fucking around here, let's get going..."



"Hold your horses big guy." Melissa said, cutting him off. "This is a dangerous situation, we've already lost a lot of agents rescuing you, and we don't want to lose more because you want to play Rambo."



Rick stood close to the woman, his cock lengthening. He decided he'd take care of the situation his way, there was no way this woman was going to stand in his way. He waited for the telltale softening of her expression and the deepening of her breathing as his pheromones weakened her resistance.



"You're going to have to do a little better than that tiger." Melissa said, gently tweaking Rick's cock. "It's not as simple as making a few women cum in their pants, it's about controlling yourself too."



Rick stared at her for a moment, his cock softening again. "OK, what do I have to do to convince you?"



Melissa stepped over to the large clear room and pressed a small clear switch. An unseen door opened up to the room. Rick could see a faint metallic sheen to the plastic. Without a word Plug entered the room followed by Amy. Once inside he began to disrobe revealing, not only a fine physique but a huge cock hanging between his legs. Amy folded his clothes and put them to one side before returning to gently touch and kiss Plug.



"Your turn Rick." Melissa said gesturing to the door.



"Should I be getting ready to wrestle? Fuck? Sword fight?" Rick asked as he cautiously entered the room.



"None of the above really." Melissa said as she closed the door behind him. "Consider it more of a test of wills. The room will isolate us from your pheromones and from your mental influence. Whether you succeed or fail should be pretty clear in a very short time."



Rick watched Plug cautiously as he removed his robe. Amy walked over and took the robe, pausing to gaze admiringly at Rick's large flaccid cock. Amy stood over by the far wall between the two men. It was clear to Rick that Plug had to be a Breeder. The Asian's cock was nearly as large as his own. Plug glanced out of the room to see Melissa nod.



For a moment Rick watched in fascination as Plug's cock began to lengthen and fatten. Rick had never really watched another man become erect, especially not another Breeder. Rick felt his cock begin to engorge, not a reaction he was expecting. Suddenly Rick felt very small, like he didn't belong. He was becoming very embarrassed by his erect penis, but it kept growing harder. Rick found himself feeling frightened of the other Breeder.



Sheepishly he looked up at Plug to see him smiling and nodding in satisfaction as his massive hard cock bobbed in front of him. Rick was amazed at how thick and hard the other man had become. Plug's cock was huge covered in thick veins that seemed to grow before his eyes. The fat cock tensed pushing a drool of cum from the big open hole at the end of the cock meat. The fluid ran down the head and began to drip on the floor. Watching it made Rick want to cum even more. Although not a homophobe, Rick was extremely disturbed and embarrassed by his intense sexual reactions to the impressive man.



Rick heard a female moan to his right. He looked over at Amy, who was leaning against the Lucite wall, eyes closed in pleasure, breathing deeply. She had unzipped her business slacks and slid her hand between her legs.



Outside the box Melissa spoke. "You see? I told you there was no way he was ready for this."



"It's not over yet Melissa, do you forget your first time?" A voice answered through a speaker.



"How could I forget," She answered. "But this is different, he's lost, it's only a matter of moments."



Rick felt like someone was beginning to crush his balls, forcing him to cum. He watched his cock in astonishment as it began to become soft yet still feel ready to explode. He could feel his breathing quicken and his balls pull tight, ready to force his cum through his deflating cock. This was the most embarrassing moment Rick had ever experienced. Despite his reactions Rick felt compelled to stroke his rebellious cock to make himself cum. He took his mostly flaccid cock in one hand.



Something clicked in his head. This wasn't right.



Suddenly it dawned on him what was going on. Rick was feeling the effects of the other Breeder becoming the Alpha Male. That's why he felt so sheepish, why his cock was throbbing uncontrollably between his legs. It was not entirely unlike his experience with Mistress Sarah and the implant. Now that he understood what was going on Rick fought to snap out of the spell. There was no fucking way he was going to let anyone prevent him from taking back his family.



With this realization Rick felt confidence rush back through him. The insistent need to ejaculate began to subside as Rick determined himself to be the Alpha Male. He straightened to stand tall and look Plug directly in the eye. For the first time Plug began to look worried. Rick's cock hardened, becoming as massive as he'd ever felt it. Veins bulged as the organ stood straight out from his body. His own cock began to drip.



To his right Amy moaned as the full force of both male Breeders hit her. Slowly she began to become fascinated with Rick and the massive organ jutting from his muscular body. Her fingers slid quickly into her wet pussy as she shuddered in pleasure.



Plug, on the other hand, was becoming quite stressed. He could feel his control quickly slipping. He broke out in a sweat and began to shake as the untrained Breeder overpowered him. Rick watched with satisfaction as the other man lost his erection. He could see a look of panic cross Plug's face as he dropped to his knees. The Oriental cried out in a mixture of pain, defeat and loss as cum began to spurt from his softening cock. Unable to control himself Plug franticly pulled at his cock, milking his own cum from his now flaccid cock into a puddle between his knees. As the orgasmic wave passed Plug retreated to the far corner of the room to crouch and masturbate, ejaculating without attaining a full erection.



Rick turned to Amy, who was watching him with wide desire filled eyes. Rick understood now that she was a Breeder female, not unlike his sister Janet. That is the only reason she could resist the attraction for the two Breeder males locked in opposition. Now that Rick had proven himself the Alpha Male, by a long shot, the female Breeder was unable to resist any longer. It was their confrontation that left her caught in the middle, but drawn in neither direction enough until one of the males won. Now she was completely under the influence of the master Breeder. She sank to her knees and began to pleasure Rick. She would so anything he wished.



Outside the box, Melissa was flush. Not only had the contest gone in the opposite direction to what she expected but Rick had completely crushed her star Breeder.



"OK! So you were right! Let's end this now!" She yelled into the darkness.



"What makes you think I could stop it?" The voice answered. "You'll just have to let him finish it."



Melissa turned back to the box to find Rick standing near the transparent wall with Amy, still on her knees, sucking on the huge cock, licking the length of the shaft to capture every drop of the Breeder's dripping cum. Next to the tiny woman Rick's erect cock looked absolutely massive, and Melissa was strangely drawn to it.



"So this plastic box is supposed to keep you safe from me is it?" Rick asked.



"Completely." Melissa answered confidently. "There is a microscopic gold film sandwiched between the layers of the enclosure. That film prevents your energy from leaking out. Plus, if you haven't figured out already, I'm a Breeder too. So I'm not such an easy catch as you're used to"



"And you're absolutely sure about that are you?" Rick asked with a nasty grin.



Melissa was about to answer when she felt a shudder go through her body. "Of course... I... I'm..." She tried to speak but found that her sense of will breaking down. It was like water washing over her, carrying away her self-control. Immediately she felt her pussy become wet, her body taut in anticipation, and her breasts aching for stimulation. But most of all she wanted, no, she needed to taste Rick's cum. She stepped up to the clear wall, pressing her body against it, getting as close to the huge cock as she could. Standing next to the room placed her face at the same level as Rick's cock. Her mouth was a few painful inches from Amy's as she watched her assistant, eyes blank of thought, sucked on the cock.



"So, do I pass?" Rick asked.



"Ye... Yes..." Melissa stammered while she licked at the glass. "Please... stop..." She begged. Never in her life had she been so completely controlled. She was humiliated to be rubbing up against the wall like a cheap whore, licking at the cock on the other side like an animal.



"You don't sound completely sure." Rick said cruelly. "I just want to make sure that you're completely convinced."



Rick looked down at Amy, who was sucking on his cock enraptured in his pleasure giving enzymes. Then he looked down at Melissa, a truly beautiful woman, who was completely enslaved watching the young brunette suck on his cock. Amy started to moan; pulling Rick's cock out of her mouth she began to stroke it's length as the first thick stream of cum spurted onto the glass. Rick leaned forward to rub the head of his cock against the plastic wall. From Melissa's point of view Rick's cock looked like a fountain as it spewed jet after jet of cum against the plastic. Melissa opened her mouth as if to catch it. She watched as Amy, still stroking the subsiding erection, leaned forward to lick the warm fluid from the wall. Melissa licked on the other side, their tongues touching but for a few millimeters of plastic.



Melissa couldn't take it any longer. The rushed over to the hidden door and activated the switch. Stepping into the box she rushed over to Rick; dropped to her knees and began licking his cum from the wall and floor. Her body convulsed in orgasm as Rick released her.



After a few minutes both women began to regain their control, gently licking cum from their hands as they sat up like a pair of kittens. Amy stood up, her stained pants half way down her legs, her camisole covered in cum, she looked bewildered and tired, but she walked over to him and kissed him. Rick put his arm around her slim waist while she gently stroked his flaccid cock. Cum also covered Melissa's suit, skirt, hair and face. The striking black woman looked entirely defeated.



"You didn't have to do that." She said meekly.



"Look, there's no way you, or anyone, are going to stop me from rescuing the women I love." Rick answered. "There couldn't be any doubt in your mind at all."



"There isn't." She said quietly, taking his hand to help her up. He drew her close, kissed her, and literally made her feel better. "That's a nice trick, thank you." She smiled, acknowledging her sudden change in mood.



"No hard feelings!" Rick called over to Plug. The other man just waved a little sheepishly as he picked himself up from the puddle of his own cum. He looked down at his own betraying cock. "That was pretty cold of you throwing me in here without so much as a rule book." Rick said to Melissa.



"Noted." She replied as she wiped a dollop of cum from between her breasts and popped it into her mouth. "I guess we'd better get some rest."



"Why the wait?" Rick asked.



"First of all, I think you fucked us up pretty hard and we could use the time to get over it." Melissa explained. "And second of all, it's eleven in the morning and I think we'll be more successful after nightfall. Let's meet in the staging area at 7 tonight, we'll get suited up and move out."



The 4 walked out of the transparent room. Elizabeth Curtis greeted Rick as he stepped off the stage, she had been crying.



"I'm so sorry." She said hugging him close. "I knew about everything, but they blocked my mind. I'm just so glad you're OK." Curtis showed Rick to his room, climbed into bed and invited him for one more fuck before bed. Rick was happy to oblige.



"I can't wait for you to meet my daughter." She murmured as she drifted off to sleep.

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"Seven," she told me. "Huh?" I was resting; trying to get my breath after the most incredible sex I'd ever had, with likely one of the most beautiful women I'd ever meat. (Pun intended.) Even the most experienced and high-priced hookers would fail the test. I was wondering just when this woman, who couldn't be more than just *barely* "legal" at eighteen, if that, had started.



"I said, `Seven,'" she replied. "The answer is always seven."



Uh ... Just what I needed ... a kook. Just about the time I meat a woman that looks worthy of chasing around the world to marry, she turns out to have some weird hangup over numbers. Damn.



"I was seven years old when I first had sex," she explained.



Oh. Oh God ... Seven. THAT is what she meant. I tried imagining having sex when I was only seven myself, and couldn't do it. I was nine, almost ten, before I started playing with myself, and almost two years older when I first ejaculated. Seven.



"Uhuh," the woman answered my inquisitive look. "It was on the night of my seventh birthday that Daddy first came down to my room, climbed under the covers with me, slipped his fat prick up in my crack, slid in and out, and then pumped thick white gobs of baby-goo in my hole. Seven. The answer is always seven."



Oh shit. "You mean your father raped you when you were only seven years old?" I asked.



"Raped? Who said anything about rape? I said I had SEX when I was seven. It took seven years after I was born before Mom figured I was ready for it. I took to sex like a duck takes to water. For a while I was annoyed that Mom actually made me wait seven whole years to feel this wonderful thing."



Oh. I thought a bit more; then opened my mouth to ask how much sex she had at when she first started at such a young age. After all, you don't expect a kid that young to be having sex several times a day like a teenager!



"Seven," she replied before I asked. "I told you, the answer is always seven."



This was getting annoying. The woman didn't even know what I was going to ask, and replies with the same shit.



"At least seven times a week. Mom saw to it that Daddy slipped into my bed at least once a night after that first time; and on the times he didn't, she made him make it up to me the following week. Seven."



"Seven times ... That's the number of times Daddy fucked me in one day," she explained.



Oh shit. I wondered how old she had been when she first got pregnant; as it didn't sound like her horny goat of a father was inclined to use birth-control ... and her mother didn't sound like the type to make him.



"Seven," she said again, to my questioning look. I started a slow burn again. "It took seven years from the first time we had sex until Daddy knocked me up, a little past my fourteenth birthday."



Oh Geesh. How had the woman even guessed the question I was going to ask?



"Seven," she said. "The answer is *always* seven. You're the seventh guy to ask me. When you look at me that way, the answer is always obvious; and it's always seven. For example, my sisters and I had seven kids by Daddy before we left, and the oldest was just seven, and Daddy was climbing into HER bed for the first time, when we took off for college. Seven girls in one tiny apartment; two of them my sisters. No, I didn't have seven kids *personally* by my father, but they came within less than seven years."



"So you're ...?" "Twenty-One ... or three times seven," she replied with a grin.



God, she didn't really look a day over fourteen. ("Two times seven," whispered a quiet voice in my mind. "Shut UP," I told myself.)



I wondered if I was crazy enough to marry this woman, how long it would take to get her to the alter, and if I did, how old *our* kids would have to be before she had me porking the girls like she and her sisters were?



"Seven years," she answered my unspoken question. "I *told* you, the answer is always seven. And yes, my two sisters were named, `Five' and `Six'; as Mom numbered her pregnancies from her own father, before she met Daddy." Oh God ... That meant her very NAME was ....

]]> Thu, 26 Mar 2009 22:22:41 +0000 http://www.zensexstories.com/incest-sex-stories/an-erotic-story/ http://www.zensexstories.com/incest-sex-stories/an-erotic-story/
Grace looked at the tape in shock. There she was, changing the numbers on the account transfer slip. It was caught on tape. She looked up at Royston, her face pale.



"You wouldn't have been caught if you haven't been so greedy, Grace," the executive in his mid-thirties said.



"Nobody noticed anything the first three times you stole money from the company," he continued quietly. "The numbers, however, did not match up when I checked the report, and that's when I suspected you. Obviously relocating the security camera to point at your desk, helped to catch you red-handed."



Grace felt completely drained. After getting away with it those first three times, she had thought that it was so easy, and it had been. She had earned herself to a position in that part of the company where nobody would normally question her as to what she was doing. Until she got carried away that is, and if it hadn't been for that most irritating Royston, what she had done would probably have gone unnoticed.



Royston had been both simultaneously a suitor as well as a rival. While he was more senior in the company than she was, Grace was trusted by her department head and generally the other department heads had a favorable impression of her.



Royston, like many men in the office, was attracted to the confident and sexy Grace. When it was clear she was not in the least bit interested in him, Royston began to become jealous of her popularity in the office, and the fact that the department head thought she was capable, perhaps more capable than him. It was with much glee when he finally found her weakness, the thing that would completely destroy her and her standing in the company. And it was all up to him now.



"You spied on me.." Grace said as she stared at Royston, her voice trembling, but she wasn't sure if her tone was accusing or one of surrender, a child whose hand has been caught stealing from the cookie jar.



"Yes, and I'm sure Mr Shih and the directors will be glad that I did. Otherwise we would never have found out what a thieving bitch you are," he stated, smirking at the finely dressed lady who was a good seven to eight years younger than he was.



Grace's face flinched slightly at the derogatory term, but did not speak. Grace was the fashionista in the office, always immaculately made-up in her expensive Japanese cosmetics, and dressed up in designer clothing. Combined with her extremely slim, almost petite body, porcelain clear complexion, baby-doll facial features and short hair, many men in the office stumbled like teenage boys trying to go out of their way to help her.



Grace already knew from the start of her career what she wanted out of this male-dominat ed industry, and she knew how to get it. With the toss of her head, her wink, her tone of voice, or an innocent touch to the other person's arm during mid-conversation, she could get many things done by her gentle flirtations. She was cool and sassy in the office, yet 'untouchable', driving many men who could not get to her to the brink of frustration.



But now Royston had her. "I will be informing Mr Shih and the directors tomorrow morning," he said, closing his file, breaking Grace's inner thoughts.



"And the police will be notified of course, according to company policy. Four charges of embezzlement and fraud I believe."



Grace felt helpless, and she fought tears back as her world came crashing down. She could not bear the thought of going to jail for this. "Please don't...." she pleaded, "I'll - I'll pay everything back.."



The tears ran down her cheek, but Grace knew she could not get out of this one that easily. How could she have been so stupid?



Royston smiled. "Even if you could pay back one hundred and eighty thousand dollars tomorrow, why should the company drop the criminal charges against you? It would be sending the wrong signal to shareholders and employees you know. Or are you asking me to cover up for you?"



Grace was desperate, and she knew it sounded desperate but she had to try everything. "Please Roy... you know I always treated you as a good friend."



Royston laughed and it stung her. "Surely you could do better than that Grace." His eyes traveled down her tear-streaked face to her white business suit jacket and pants to her high heel shoes.



Grace's face burned as her confused mind tried to sort out if Royston was trying to blackmail her into giving him some sexual favor for covering this up for her. Maybe.. maybe she could just...



"Well, don't say I'm heartless, but maybe there is something you can help me with," Royston broke the silence, pulling out another file from his drawer.



"There is this important deal that I'm working on, and I'm having difficulty finding the right person that I need for it. If you agree to resign from the company and join this project, I think I can convince Mr. Shih not to press charges. However, you'll have to pay back all the money to the company within a month."



"That, that's great Royston... thanks so much... but I can't pay back within a month... could you give me more time?"



"Well don't worry, if you take on this project, you'll be paid thirty thousand dollars upon completion, and I can loan you a hundred grand. As for the remaining fifty, we'll have to figure out something," he said, handing the file to her. "I just need you to sign and initial every page."



Grace glanced through the document quickly, and through the legalese, she was able to figure out that she would be resigning from the company and join ing another one, registered in the Cayman Islands. Royston was senior venture partner of that company, whatever that meant, and she would also be bound to strict confidentiality as to the terms of her employment.



For the project, she would also have to stay at a hotel, and will be providing secretarial and other services to high net worth clients. However, during office hours she would continue to work in the same office as she has been working in, unless told otherwise. There was also something about making herself available to accompany clients at all hours of the day on short notice, and doing everything the company instructed her to do, including how she should dress. Grace penned her signature and returned the file.



"Good. Now tonight there's a ball and I'm meeting an important client together with several department heads. I want you to accompany me to it. Your dress will be sent to you at your hotel room. Make sure you're there tonight or you'l l find the police looking for you tomorrow."



"Yes, thank you Royston." Grace replied, managing a weak smile.



"That will be "Sir" from now on, Grace," Royston said, folding his arms in front of his chest.



"Yes, Sir.." Grace replied meekly.



"And one question, since I'm responsible to ease your transition to your new job... I've always wondered about your bust size... you're a 30A? Or 32A?"



Grace was stunned for a while, but replied, "30A sir"



"Ah... small aren't you? " he smiled broadly, "and your panty size?"



Grace face flushed, as she had never been spoken to like that before..



"XS, Sir."



"Just what I thought.. mm...see you tonight, " he replied.

]]> Thu, 26 Mar 2009 22:21:18 +0000 http://www.zensexstories.com/humiliation-sex-stories/dark-avenger/ http://www.zensexstories.com/humiliation-sex-stories/dark-avenger/
Just as it had been every morning for the better part of the week, Audrey woke up into a haze of jumbled, but erotic imagery, blissfully lingering between slumber and reality for a few seconds before the last wisps of her dream began to dissolve away. She could never put her finger on the specifics of an arousing fantasy, and already it was slipping away with frustrating speed. All that remained was a teasing hint of excitement as well as the noticeable dampness in her underwear.



Groaning in annoyance, the muddled teenager reached towards the nightstand to see how late it was, and was surprised to discover it was still rather early. The comings and goings of all her relatives while they stomped about the house had been steadily chipping away at her established sleep schedule, but Audrey knew better than to try and get back to bed after being roused. She would have to make do.



Just as the slender female rolled back onto her pillow, however, she detected a suspicious shift of the mattress that her weight alone couldn't account for. Curiosity gave way to a quick sense of disjointed confusion at the discovery of someone's hand resting on her shoulder. The sensation mercifully vanished a second later with a comforting, if also revolting, realization.



"Gross, you little twerp..." Audrey grumbled, hunching her back to get her perverted younger brother's arms untangled from her own body. Every night since she'd been forced to give up her own bedroom and move in to this one had been torturous to say the least. Just thinking about his adolescent reaction every time their skin touched during the night was enough to make her shudder violently. Seeing the obvious bulge under his side the covers every morning was even worse, though she had to admit he probably got hard-ons even without his sister there to help stimulate them.



Audrey swung her lower limbs over the side of the bed, probing out gingerly with her toes for a pair of slippers while tiny marks quickly popped out on each exposed leg. "If all these people weren't hogging the heat..." she mused silently, slipping her feet inside a set and coming to a standing position, rubbing her sides for warmth while her brain cold-started to another trip through the bowels of hell that was life with the Griswold's.



She looked back at the unconscious Rusty, frankly amazed that he'd been able to control himself during the night to not end up with a hand down his pants, though still irritated that she had to suffer like this at all. The way Audrey had haphazardly left the bedspread meant that a draft would inevitably permeate the open gaps and wake her brother up. For a moment, she considered tucking him back in, but just as quickly remembered the miserable lot of having to shrug off her horny sibling's nocturnal arousal. "Good..." she thought wickedly. "Serves the prick right..."



Creeping out of the room, Audrey was surprised to hear a potent din wafting up the stairway. She had assumed that few people would be up this early, but soon reasoned that her extended family was insane, and kept on living solely to make her life absolutely miserable. Groggily, the curly-haired girl remembered the family's plans to go out shopping and that she still had quite a few gifts to get. Spurred to action, the lithe female glided away on tiptoe, scampering down the hall to secure the bathroom before anyone else could queue up in line.



A slick smile spread across her lips at the thought of even a few minutes of blissful privacy. Living with her family was hard enough, but the influx of ten extra people in a house that normally served four was catastrophe to say the least. Audrey was so pleased with her luck that she didn't even notice light seeping through the door's cracks as she turned the knob to open it.



"Oh..." her mother said suddenly, tightening a towel around herself and clearly caught off-guard by her daughter's unannounced ingress. "Good morning."



"You're up early." Audrey replied drowsily, wincing as the bright lights destroyed the last vestiges of sleep in her eyes. Fortunately, the elder Griswold just seemed to be collecting a few things from the medicine cabinet.



"Well, I wanted to fix myself up before..." she started, her voice broken mid-sentence by the sharp sound of a plate shattering in the kitchen downstairs. The raspy grouching of Uncle Louis followed soon after in a call for more oatmeal. Ellen rolled her eyes back and sighed heavily. "But they're always one step ahead..." Collecting a huge mess of bottles, vials, and makeup in her arms, she stepped out and made way for Audrey.



"Thanks..." the eager youth said, slipping inside before anything else could stand between her and a nice, long, hot shower.



"Don't lock the door, Audrey..." Ellen answered, bracing for the inevitable backlash.



"Mom..." the sullen teenager shot back immediately, struggling to explain such a situation was patently unacceptable. "I don't *like* sharing..."



Putting on her best Christmas face, Ellen turned to her daughter with an understanding, but stern expression. "You know we're all making sacrifices." she repeated calmly, rehearsing the line she'd used on her son and husband alike for some time now. "There's only two bathrooms, and everyone needs to... compromise."



"If I catch the *disease* peeking..." Audrey groused back.



"Just try and hurry up..." Ellen replied helplessly, offering a shrug and lame smile before stepping out and giving Audrey the blissful solitude she was able to enjoy in this room alone now.



Breaking out into a lukewarm grin at the restrictions her mom had set down, the nymph-like girl thumped over to the shower, leaning over the toilet bowl and opening one half of the sliding glass doors. With a dramatic and wasteful expenditure of energy, she inefficiently spun the hot knob all the way and sent a torrent of water into the tub, adding a dash of cold just make it bearable. After an interminable wait, the icy residual was completely drained from the pipes, allowing heavenly-warm clouds of steam to begin billowing out from the stall's open top.



Anxious to get in due to both a ravenous desire to plunge her body into the rejuvenating spray and get behind the limited privacy of the semi-transparent shower door, Audrey paused for a moment to listen for approaching footsteps, then quickly grabbed the sleeves of her heavy sweatshirt in turn, pulling the garment off her head and dropping it to the tiled floor. She followed suit with the pair of jogging pants and shimmied out of them without any further delay, leaving the budding teenager clad in only a thin tee-shirt and her underwear.



Keeping her back to the door so that if any nosy relatives happened to barge in they would only see her butt instead of the more intimate areas, Audrey nonchalantly peeled off her top. With both pert breasts released to the frigid air of the bathroom, she could feel her nipples instantly tighten even further than they already had been, forming hard protrusions that made the young girl look patently aroused.



She ignored the attractive urge to massage them into a more relaxed state, knowing the hot water would soon take care of it anyway. With a last flourish, Audrey quickly shimmied out of her flowery panties. Her attractive vee, not even requiring a trim yet, was on display for only a moment before its owner stepped into the tub, risking the barest delay just to test the water before immersing herself in its soothing cascade.



Her mind was well aware of the countdown that had already begun towards an inexorable procession of griping, knocks, and then pounding that would most certainly result from her daring to require use of the bathroom. For a blissfully terse interlude, Audrey simply stood under the soothing stream, allowing the heat to permeate her numb body and restore feeling to it once again. As soon as she felt warm enough to wash, the satisfied girl reached into the soapdish to get started.



There was only a forlorn sliver left of the usual stuff, and she wasn't willing to bet on there being any unpilfered supplies left under the sink. Rather than go through the trouble of covering herself to pad down the hall and get some more from the closet, Audrey grabbed the red bar her mother used, frowning in vexation as she did so. Not that she didn't like the way mom smelled, but as a teenager, it was important for her to be her own person. She'd always thought the name-brand scent was much too strong.



Shrugging, she lathered her hands up and started rubbing herself down anyway. The steam made its cherry-apple smell bloom instantly, filling the room with a cheerful, happy aroma. Audrey tried to ignore it and began gliding both hands across her boobs, working the bubbles into her skin and taking a small degree of comfort in the excited way her flesh responded to being all slicked up. Her nipples tingled with each delightful prick of water, making it all that much harder when the excited female had to move down to her taut belly, stopping just before that special area which was best saved until the end.



Audrey continued with little fanfare, speedily zipping up each arm and down her back -- smiling a bit as she did her soft, satiny behind. Instead of pressing each leg against the wall like when shaving, the dour Griswold merely bent down to tend to her feet and lower limbs. It wasn't even worth thinking about someone walking in while she was in such a compromising position.



Exchanging the bar for a bottle of shampoo, Audrey squired a dollop on her hand, thankful that she was keeping her hair much shorter than it had been just a few years ago. That final bit of rinsing took only a few minutes, and when it was done she was left with a curious sense of adventure. Standing there, sparkling and fresh, she realized that not once did anyone barge in or even rap impatiently on the door. It had been awhile since she had enough privacy to take care of herself *that* way, and the idea was certainly appealing. The question remained -- was it worth the risk?



As she brought a hand down to her crotch to wash that oft-neglected part of herself, the svelte girl knew at once what her answer would be. Audrey's neck craned back on its own as she lit up the pleasure centers in her loins with a swift pass from her slick fingers. Bracing herself against the wall, she made gentle circles around her aching labia and couldn't help but groan softly despite having to repress how she truly felt by the house's paper-thin walls.



She was just started to really get into it -- rocking her hips in tune with each delicate motion and eyelids slowly dropping shut from the entrancing rhythm when a horrifying creak snapped her right back to reality. Angry and flustered at the same time, Audrey turned away and snatched up the soap just as the door flew open all the way. A close call, but she still was still infuriated at the forced flame-out.



"I'm not here to look..." Aunt Edna brushed her off with a wave, not at all caring that she'd left the door open. "Would only remind me what I've lost over the years..."



"Gross!" Audrey thought, daring to align herself sideways with the door so she could make sure no one else decided to help themselves to the view. Thankfully, Edna only needed a few seconds to steal some of Ellen's perfume before making her exit, pulling the door weakly enough to leave it still remain ajar. "Oh, great..." the wet teenager muttered silently, frustratedly rubbing her clit to keep aroused while keeping a careful eye on the threshold. She knew she'd have to get out and close it before continuing on -- fuck!



Diverting her attention for only a second, Audrey wrung her hands under the shower to clean off the soap, not hearing the steady thumping outside in the hallway. She'd barely finished and was reaching for the sliding glass panel which when it suddenly jerked of it's own accord -- moving open to reveal the perpertually-smiling face of her uncle Eddie.



"Aw, don't mind me..." he drawled casually, paying little heed as Audrey gasped and covered herself. "I'll only be a minute." Too shocked to even fathom a reply, the girl simply watched as he reached over to a suction-cupped basket in the corner, rummaging around noisily before finding what he was looking for.



"Goes great with eggs!" Eddie explained, proudly holding aloft a can of shaving cream and giving no indication that such a piece of advice could possibly be questioned. Then, to Audrey's utter disgust, he ran his gaze completely up and down her body for several seconds.



She was just about ready to open her mouth in protest when he ended the awkward encounter for her.



"Clark was right..." he said, nodding slightly as if in pensive thought. "You're gonna be one hell of a beaut!" Giving her a sly wink, he made that grating clicking sound with his tongue and walked out, leaving her more rattled than ever.



"God... dammit..." she hissed through clenched teeth, discovering once again that the bathroom was still open to any passerby. Wanting desperately to get back to business, Audrey stepped out of the tub and hastily seized a towel, pinning it to her neck to conceal most of her dripping form. Walking carefully so as not to slip, she crossed over to the door and had just pressed her fingers against it when she noticed her cousin Rocky staring wide-eyed in her direction from the other end of the L-shaped landing.



Huffing irritatedly, she slammed the wooden barrier and felt an uncomfortable breeze wash over her lower body. Groaning at what she knew it meant, Audrey looked down and saw she'd been holding the towel lengthwise instead of the more sensible way. Her pussy was had been totally exposed, and would likely be the source of years of wet dreams for the lucky brat.



"Hope you enjoyed it..." she groused miffedly, hurling the linen to the floor and returning to the comfortable haven of the water. It took a little while for the goose bumps to go away, but by then the warmth had once again spread to that part of her craving attention. "Please... just five minutes..." she pled to no one in particular, voraciously resuming the task of getting herself off.



Her request went unanswered, but not before giving the youth a cruel tease of undisturbed solitude. Audrey rubbed her pink folds much rougher now, anxious to finish up before another relative burst in on her. Slender digits travelling in a well-practiced pattern around her womanhood, she deftly popped the tip of her index finger into the tiny hole. Not enough to chance popping her cherry before its time, lord no. However, it did give the growing female a deliciously intense thrill as her tight ring squeezed it approvingly.



The wonderful pulses of gratification which were carrying her away were only a hair's breadth from the torrential buildup to climax when the sound of the doorknob turning forced her to once again abandon masturbating. "It's just me, honey." her father announced, having no idea of the anguish which he was causing her daughter. Resigned to yet another delay, she made an about-face and motioned as if still rinsing her hair.



"Ruby Sue's been using our bathroom all morning..." Clark imparted, coming uncomfortably close to the stall and raising the lid on the toilet seat. "Something about their trailer park not having running water yet..."



"This isn't happening..." Audrey said to herself at the sound of her dad peeing a scant two feet away. The situation was ridiculous -- not only was she being repeatedly denied a chance to come, but also any semblance of privacy whatsoever! Though the glass pane was frosted, it wouldn't be hard for her father to make out the supple curve of his little girl's ass, or even more if she hadn't kept her back to him. If he was going to be able to peep, it was time for a little quid pro quo.



Nonchalantly turning her head, Audrey peered out the corner of her eye and surreptitiously glanced at the manly figure standing there. She had to let out a slight gasp upon the realization of just how much meat her dad was packing. It was, luckily, drowned out by the falling water, but what came out of the girl's mouth in reaction to her discovery was still somewhat audible.



"Christ, he's huge!" she uttered softly, a flood of long-forgotten memories surfacing about the few times Ellen and Clark had made enough noise while making love to wake their daughter up. The reason for her mother's emphatic moans couldn't be clearer now -- in fact, the only thing that didn't make any sense was how any woman could fit that thing inside her!



Audrey's father happened to make out the bewildered whisper, though fortunately not the exact words. "Hmm?" he asked innocently, shaking off and tucking his tool in. Then, as the natural response to hearing a voice, he looked over towards the shower where his angel was standing in absolute radiance. Even though she wasn't directly facing him, Clark could make out just enough of her mesmerizing form to suck the breath from his lungs. The alluring way Audrey's skin glittered through the foggy door provided just enough relief to accent her proud, pert chest and the matted triangle below which ultimately drew his full gaze.



"Daddy!" she finally shrieked, at last noticing the glassed-over look in her father's eyes as he thoughtlessly stared at her. Clark made a double-take and backpedaled away rapidly, profusely sputtering an awkward apology before departing. Audrey proceeded to glare haughtily in his direction anyway, knowing the time had come for drastic action. If she didn't finish things immediately, there might not be another chance until after Christmas!



She glanced threateningly around the tub, demanding something show itself that could assist her. Then, poking out of the same plastic rack that uncle Eddie had been scrounging in, she noticed a slender bottle of moisturizer with a perfectly smooth top. "Perfect..." the desperate female purred, eagerly scooping it up and snuggling the tapered cap in contact with her nether orifice.



Audrey could only manage an incomprehensible "mmm" as she slid the inch-long tip in as far as she could bear. The smooth bottle's sides bumped right up against her sensitive vulva, providing a fabulous bonus to the brilliant jolts of pleasure already going off within her quim. Another curt "ahh" of relief accompanied the first sough as the aroused teen carefully withdrew the makeshift dildo from her hole and rammed it back in with relish. She was all smiles now -- every last trace of the otherwise disastrous morning melting away under the calming effect of complete vaginal stimulation.



Extending a shaky hand to the shower's rear wall, Audrey steadied herself and began grinding her hips onto pointed bulge with impressive speed. The accidental discovery of her dad's massive penis had actually invigorated the horny female further, causing her to conjure up a host of depraved images in her mind even as she continued to do patently un-ladylike things with the improvised phallus.



Bolts of white-hot ecstasy ripped through Audrey's body, much more rapid and intense than usual. She was dimly aware of a faint, helpless sensation as her bare feet began to slide on the slippery floor of the tub as a result of focusing all her attention towards that tiny region between her legs. With a contented sigh, the wily youth merely peered about and found her answer.



Though common sense told her to go easy when trying out new methods of self-pleasure, Audrey was in no mood to be gentle. Still pounding the bottle into her slit, she hobbled over to the center of the shower and aimed it directly toward the soap dish where it mercifully locked into the recess with perfect stability. Grinning, the enraptured girl held it in place with both arms and sank fully onto her unorthodox member, yelping in glee as unexplored levels of pleasure swallowed her consciousness.



In a matter of moments, the restrained teenager had shrugged off all notions of restraint and was totally focused with fucking herself with the plastic object. Audrey plunged the narrow cap heedlessly into her pussy, scarcely aware of how hard her pelvic bone was slamming the container without the cushioning her hands had previously provided. She was trying not to think about the tell-tale vibrations her emphatic gyrations were causing to resonate throughout the wall which she was passionately making love to, but it was turning out to be extremely difficult. Despite being willing to give anything for the mind-blowing explosion of an orgasm, some part of the young Griswold couldn't seem to commit herself to conclude such an amazing epiphany just yet.



Eyes long since closed so as not to look at the horribly grotesque sight of her vagina bulging with each forceful lunge, Audrey commanded her already-exhausted brain to block out everything save the pulsating entrance of her womanhood, concentrating on jabbing the firm tip which was wedged inside even deeper with every passing second. It worked magnificently, and soon Audrey was perched on her tiptoes with calves and butt tightening in anticipation of the ride she was about to take. The illusion was so thorough she heard nothing at all as the bathroom door opened one final time, riveted to her own affairs.



Rusty lazily approached the sink before hearing something strange coming from behind the translucent glass. It took him a second to make it out, since he normally only heard *that* particular sound in the basement of a friend's house on the rare occasion when one of them had managed to procure a porno tape. But before he'd even shifted his head over in the direction to take a closer look, the mental gears had already made out who it belonged to, and Russ' eyes bulged wide open.



At first he thought she was in there with someone else, since the way Audrey was moaning easily explained how it looked like she was impaling her cunt over and over again on someone's thick rod. The lack of space between her and the wall, however, convinced him that he was actually seeing something far more rare. As he would come to understand later in life, most woman fucked dozens of times before feeling bold enough to let a man witness this most private, intimate act. Some, like moody Audrey, would never share the breathtaking demonstration. Rusty was lucky indeed.



With no clue her brother was watching every nuance of what she was doing and lovingly committing it to memory, the horny female opened her mouth in a deep, rasping groan as she finally crested the tide. Tightly gripping the bottle, her unsullied sheath gripped the probe firmly with each intrusion, passing on the sensation to the whole of Audrey's body in a wave of warm flutterings. Her melodic pants became irregular and coarse as the pretty girl's fingers lost their tenuous grip, striking her crimson-tinged clit in uncontrollable spasms of joy.



Like a thirsty animal seeking out a few last drops of refreshment, Audrey collapsed against the wall, heaving for breath as she allowed the top of the bottle to penetrate her one final time. Her overworked passage throbbed weakly in protest, but resting there, against the wall, the replete girl could think of nothing more right and relaxing. The idea of someone catching her in such a vulnerable pose didn't even occur, much less that of anyone having been witness to the whole show.



Rusty was beyond the ability to make a coherent judgement, though, and subsequently bungled his way into missing out on what could have been several more long glances at his sister. Unsure how to extricate himself from this situation without being noticed, it so foolishly occurred to him to act natural and simply do what he came here to do. Rolling up his sleeves, the youngest Griswold stepped over to the sink and turned the blue knob all the way.



When Audrey heard the water begin to run, her first thought was to pretend nothing was amiss, either. Flexing her poor, sensitive vaginal muscles, she felt streams of her juices dripping down each thigh as soon as her swollen genitals were lifted off the plastic. The worried teenager's heart began to race at the thought of someone behind her, and just before she summoned the courage to spin around and confront them, the first warm pricks began to pelt her delicate flesh.



"GET OUT, YOU FUNGUS!" she screamed, dropping the bottle noisily to the ground in her haste to scuttle directly underneath the showerhead and avoid its scalding spray. Her brother happened to think that was an excellent idea and immediately relinquished control of the cold water. Not even pausing to dry his hands, he zipped out and closed the way behind him, thankful no one else was near enough to see what Audrey had been yelling about.



It was only after tiptoeing back to his room that Russ realized exactly how fortunate he was. His secret was relatively safe now that his morose sibling had caught him apparently being inconsiderate rather than perverted. Heck, this was just the beginning of what could very well be a most rewarding hobby...

]]> Thu, 26 Mar 2009 22:19:21 +0000 http://www.zensexstories.com/female-solo-sex-stories/holiday-rows/ http://www.zensexstories.com/female-solo-sex-stories/holiday-rows/
Angeline, a thirty-seven year old ebony beauty, lay in her ex-master's bed, naked as the day the she was born. She sucked in another grape between her full lips and moved her coal black, ample body lazily. She rang the bell. Less than a minute later, her husband Joshua entered the luxurious bedroom with a shining silver tray in his hands. He was naked as well. She admired his limp, dangling manhood and his muscular six feet tall body as he approached her with a sly grin on his masculine face. He cleared his throat:



-Yes, Madam?



-What took you so long? I've been waiting for ages.



-I'm terribly sorry, Madam. It will not happen again.



-I sure hope not. The next time, I'm gonna have to punish you severely.



-Yes, Madam. Maybe this will make up for the delay. He carefully placed the tray on her belly. She watched the four wee people that measured between two and three inches. They were all white and butt naked. She instantly recognised her former master, forty-three year old Gerald West, among them. Angeline's seductive smile broadened.



-Well, well, well... what have we got here? I think it's our highly regarded Massa Gerald. Yes it is. Oh, my, what a nice surprise! I had no idea you would pay us a visit. What brings us the honour?



-Massa Gerald most humbly appeal for an audience, Your Highness, Joshua replied for him.



Angeline also delightfully recognised one of the other tiny creeps. It was none less than the famous newspaper reporter Edgar Walcott. The two others were unknown to her. Surely guests from another farm.



-Audience granted, she answered. Angeline gingerly placed Massa Gerald's horror-stricken body into the warm and sweaty cleft between her mighty breasts. She nodded to Joshua. He removed the silver plate and sat down at the foot of the bed.



Massa Gerald slipped on the sweaty surface and fell backwards. He could hear her thundering heart. The scent of her enormous black body overwhelmed him. Almost a full week had passed since that dreadful night when he, and all his friends, had been reduced to the size of a little mouse. He had finally come to terms with the unthinkable. He steadied himself on the soft masses of her silky skin and began trying to talk some sense into her:



-I don't understand how you made all this happen, Angie, but I do know that there's not a chance in this world that you will get away with it. They will hunt you down like animals, torture you and execute you all in public. Is that what you want, Angie? Think! Before it's too late. You still have the chance to do the right thing. I will see to that you get a fair trial, I promise. Please, Angie! Please!



She smiled patiently. When he was done with his ridiculous speech, she moved her head towards his tiny body and whispered:



-My name... is Angeline. Not... Angie. Do you understand?



The shrunken man nodded his head in panic. That second, it all returned to him. The memories. How he had treated her badly for years. How he had groped his way all over her luscious body when no white folks were around. How he had passed scornful remarks at her in front of everybody, just to amuse himself and his friends. How he several times had flashed his ugly little penis before her when he was drunk. And he knew that was exactly what she was thinking of at this moment. Her dark brown eyes hypnotised him. She had him at her mercy. He knelt and begged her: -Please, Angie... Angeline! I'm so sorry for everything I have done! I meant no harm. I was just... careless. If you let me live, I swear I'm going to make amends for everything. I'm going to...



She interrupted him:



-If you so much as utter one more word, without my permission, I will punish you, like I would punish a dog that has stained the floor in my living-room. Not... one... more... word. Do you understand? He nodded quickly and bowed his head. Angeline brutally pushed him towards her pubic mound.



-Now, lick my cunt, Massa! He crawled through her thick bush and stared into the entrance of her enormous sex. The scent of her cunt, the dark red meat of her titanic labia, the dark ominous cave in the middle... He began squeezing her soft, slippery lips and then ran his tongue up and down her delicate sex.



-No, this won't do, Angeline soberly decided and grabbed him across the waist. Seconds later, he found himself embraced by her surprisingly tight vaginal walls. She stuffed his entire body inside of her body and closed her fat pussy lips with her fingers. When first the light and then, many minutes later, the air vanished, Gerald tried to find an opening in the tightly shut cunt meat. He used his hands to dig himself out of the suffocating prison, but managed only to tickle Angeline to an unexpected and very brief orgasm. She revelled in his horrified squirming while Joshua's experienced tongue chased her over the edge again by feather-light circling movements around her stiff clitoris.



Just as Gerald was about to pass out inside her convulsive pussy, she opened her labia and allowed him to fill his lungs with fresh air. It took minutes for him to regain enough power to try dragging his tormented body out of the lethal hug. Just as he thought he had made it, an enormous shadow fell on his face.



Joshua gave his woman another first class head-job. She writhed and wriggled and panted and cried her way through the ecstatic journey. The pleasure increased, almost doubled, by the struggling little man trapped inside her cunt.



When she had had her little fun, she spread her pussy lips wide open for a minute or two, while she sucked on her husband's delicious ten inch cock, tasting his creamy pre-cum and stroking his huge balls. When he was fully grown, she led him into her sex, and felt how his large purple glans pushed the shrunken man back into her drooling wet pussy, slowly, slowly, all they way down to her womb.



-Be careful, love. Don't squash him. Not yet. Not yet...



He began making tender love to his wife, and shivered lightly every time the head of his large cock bumped into the quivering little sex toy deep inside Angeline's cunt.



When she felt how his powerful body approached climax, she urged him to dig deep into her.



-Now, stay there, she whispered.



Joshua felt the man squirming as he applied more pressure. Massa Gerald tickled his glans so efficiently... The more Joshua pressed downwards, the more power the desperately wiggling man seemed to possess. But all things must come to an end. When Joshua released his seed in the broken man's battered face, something definitely snapped. The second wave of sperm washed away the blood from the dying creature. Angeline commented on his quickly fading movements against her womb and kissed Joshua on the mouth.



-We still got three ones left. Feel like fooling around some more tonight?



-Maybe you could talk me into it.



-Yeah, like you need to be persuaded.



-Yeah, maybe I do.



-My ass you do.

CHAPTER FIVE

The three young girls took great pleasure in torturing their former, now barely doll-sized, masters. They used them during masturbation, both as clit-ticklers and insertion-devices. They sat on them, rubbed the jellyish black ass cheeks all over them and giggled cruelly as they enjoyed the sweet, spastic sensations their helpless prey gave them.



The chubby little teen with the huge tits placed her toy between her proud bosom and pressed the flesh globes together with force. Her slippery live doll shrieked in panic as he found himself completely engorged by her warm flesh. Her stiff nipples grew bigger during the wicked full body massage. One of her friends inserted her own toy into her wide open fat, drooling cunt. She sighed and gave praise to her unselfish sister:



-That's just perfect, sister. Shove him in. Bury him. Make him choke. Ram him deep into my tight little pussy. I'll treat him real good. I'll take care of him. I swallow him and spit him out, so you can use him again.



She worked her vaginal muscles and squeezed the air out of his lungs. She fucked him brutally without even touching him with her hands. The three inch tall man between her mighty breasts wiggled like an electrocuted worm as she ground them together with a mean smile on her round face. She pressed her thick legs together and shut her pussy tight for her little captive. He fought against the odds, and managed to squeeze his ugly head through her fat cunt lips. Her two friends laughed as they watched the comic act. The tiny head shook and he screamed in horror from the incredible pain. One of the slim ebony beauties reached forwards and pushed him back inside with her index finger, and then stroke her voluptuous friend's erect clitoris gently.



The house cat peeked at the strange game from her hiding place behind the couch. She saw wiggling, mice-like creatures being stuffed into the black girl's hairy slits, and now and then popping out again. She meowed quietly and searched the room for stray ones, but couldn't find a single one. She lay there patiently, waiting...



The girls continued their cruel onslaught. They took turn fucking each other with the miniature "masters", giving them a breath of air now and then, only to keep them alive for a bit longer. They laughed and sighed through their countless orgasms as they used the tiny little bodies any way they pleased. The fat girl tried a "sandwich" and squashed the less fortunate man who found himself trapped deep inside her filthy orifice. The other one had a slightly less painful ride, and slid out of her relaxed cunt into a puddle of slimy mucus between the enormous thighs.



Then one of the girls saw the curious female cat watching them from behind the couch. The youngest one of them sneered at her cunt-scented little toy. -Time to feed the cat, don't you think? The small white man in the palm of her hand began yelling hysterically, begging her not to, promising her anything she had ever dreamt of, if she only let him live.



-How could you give me anything, you little creep? A tiny man like you. You can't give me more than a brief pleasure, no matter how hard you try. And maybe, maybe... watching you in the cat's claws is all I ever dreamt of? I bet she would like having a bite. You sure smell fishy.



Her friends began laughing uncontrollably. They wasn't sure their friend meant what she said. But when it sank in, they realised it would be something really thrilling to behold. The fat girl held her wee plaything out to the shy cat and called for her: -Come, Kitty, Kitty, come! Got something for you! Here you are!



The cat slowly approached them and watched her offering closely. The black girl put the terrified little man on the floor before the confused cat girl.



It had never eaten or even seen anything quite like this before. The creature stood on its hind legs, shaking in horror. That was something she was well acquainted with, after catching hundreds of mice and birds. But his lack of fur or feathers made her hesitate. It looked like the huge people on the farm, except this one was so tiny and lacked any clothing.



She poked at it with her paw. It fell to the ground and began shrieking. That triggered her predatory instincts. She dug her razor-sharp claws into its pale leg and then let go for a moment. She noticed it bled just like a mice, but more plentiful.



The three horny vixens watched in awe as the cat attacked its tiny prey. Without thinking much of it, they all began fondling their nipples and wet cunts. They saw the lithe animal circle the human meal, with its grey tail slowly wagging. They increased the intensity of the self-stroking as the cat jumped the man and flattened him to the floor. He was lying on his back, scared stiff as the huge feline mounted him. Its soft fur tickled his sensitive skin and nostrils. He waited for its fangs or claws to finish off his miserable life, but she just lay there, breathing...



The girls watched the exciting game and continued to masturbate their swollen pussies. They waited for the cat to start playing with its prey, like she did to captured birds or vermin. They waited for an nice, thrilling show to climax to.



The cat clawed the man playfully and sent him into a jerking frenzy. He fought with all his power, but she easily held him down. His spastic struggling moved his body around aimlessly under the cruel beast, until he found his face trapped beneath a wet and reeking mass of animal flesh.



-Look! Kitty's fucking his face! Ha Ha Ha Ha! The girl pointed her finger and rubbed her own clit fast and furious.



The cat pressed down heavily on the squirming little prey and sank her fangs deep into his hind legs. That caused him to explode in pain and throw his head upwards, into her gushing sex. His pain was beyond words. He couldn't breathe, and he was swallowing mouthfuls of feline secretion. Then, all of a sudden, she climbed off him. She circled his bleeding body and hissed menacingly. He crawled to his feet, but could barely support himself, as his both legs were badly injured. He limped across the floor, towards the three feverishly masturbating Negro girls, with a desperate idea that they might stop this cruel madness before he was killed. Just as he prepared himself to kneel down to show his total submission, the cat jumped him from behind and clawed him across the back, and then bit him lightly in the neck.



The girls rewarded themselves with series of orgasms as they watched his despair. Two of them shuddered by carnal waves of pleasure as the cat sank her teeth into his neck and pushed him to the floor. The feline again turned him over and seated herself on him. This time she worked herself faster and harder against his tortured body. About ten seconds later, her itch seemed to be gone. Then she sniffed his genitals. The girls all noticed, as soon as the cat was done rubbing herself against him, that he had a hard-on. They could hardly believe their eyes. There he was, butchered half to death, and his cock was all stiff. They commented his weird state cheerfully, but never for a second stopped masturbating. When the wicked she-cat bit down into his crotch, they all held their breath and listened to his suppressed screams for several seconds, while they concentrated all their attention to their clits. Their skilful fingers served them another pleasant helping of joy.



The three friends lay panting, soaked in sweat, on the leather sofa as the cat ate the still living man's penis. They almost felt sorry for him, now that the ecstasy had faded. They felt relieved when the cat finally buried her fangs into his throat and killed him. Then she carried him off to finish her meal in privacy.



The fat girl went to the toilet to rid herself of the tiny corps inside her asshole. The other two played with the shrunken survivor as if he was a little doll for a while, and then found a hiding-place for him, in a cardboard box in a wardrobe, where they figured he would be safe from the cat's claws, out of harm's way.

]]> Thu, 26 Mar 2009 22:17:48 +0000 http://www.zensexstories.com/female-domination-sex-stories/black-beauty/ http://www.zensexstories.com/female-domination-sex-stories/black-beauty/
When we left the amusement park, Nikki and Matt went with us to the van after Denise had exchanged phone numbers with us.



Lisa told the girls to have a seat so we could talk for a few minutes. All the girls, including Nikki, were still very hot and excited over the sex in the park.



"I wanted to tell all of you how fantastic you were in there!" Lisa began. "I think you're starting to understand how important it is to expose your cunts and assholes to strangers!! Sara, Jennifer, Kelly and Julie....do you see how important it is for young girls like you to let older men and women use your cunts for their pleasure?"



Kelly spoke first and said, "Yes!! They get so fucking hot and hard when they see young girls like us naked! It makes my clit tingle when someone looks between my legs!" Then she looked at the other girls and said, "We want you to help us be even nastier than we've been so far!! I want more strangers to eat me and I want to eat more cunts, cocks and assholes!!"



The other girls grinned and nodded their heads, agreeing totally with Kelly.



"I've never had such a great time in my whole life!!" Nikki said as she smiled at the girls. "My mouth is yours whenever you want it!!" Then she looked at Matt and said, "Thank you and Lisa and Rick for making this dream come true! I've been craving young cunts!! I'll eat them anywhere!! Just be sure that strangers can see my cunt!! I love it when people get so shocked when I drink the girls' piss!! Take me someplace and let me do it again!!"



Lisa smiled at Nikki and said, "You were perfect today, Nikki!! I almost climaxed when you laid there and exposed your cunt so beautifully!"



Sara was panting now as she said, "Help us do more nasty things, Lisa! I'm feeling just like Nikki! I want to show my cunt to more strangers!"



Lisa winked at me as she said, "Good girl, Sara!! I want you all to remember how Nikki laid down and spread her legs so wide that her cunt opened up so people could see the deep pink color inside her! You all need to help each other pull your cunts open! People need to see the inside of your cunts as well as the outside. But be sure they get a good look at your cunt just laying there naked before you show them the inside! That'll drive them nuts!"



"Fuck!! This is making me hot!!" Jennifer said. "Tell us more, Lisa!! PLEASE!! I love the feeling I get when people stare between my legs and lick their lips! I want to use my cunt to excite people everyday!! Help us!! We'll eat you and Nikki as often as you want and we'll let Rick and Matt do anything they want to us if you'll teach us! We'll drink your piss, too!"



"That's what I wanted to hear, Jennifer!!" Lisa purred as she smiled. "I want you girls to be the dirtiest little cunts ever!! I promise you'll have the most incredible orgasms you could ever dream of!!"



"Jennifer, why don't you eat Lisa while she talks to you," I said, wanting to see her pretty little mouth full of cunt.



Lisa sat down on one of the seats and raised her skirt as she spread her legs for Jennifer. Jennifer sat down in front of Lisa and immediately began licking her slit softly and slowly. We could see the lust on her face as she lapped up the juice leaking out of Lisa's cunt.



"You're such a beautiful little cunteater, Jennifer!" Lisa said looking down at her.



Julie was rubbing her pussy with her legs open so we could all see her goo seeping out as she said, "Would you sell our cunts to some older people, Lisa? We'll fuck the boys for fun so you can all watch us, but we want to have our cunts sold to some older men and women and watch them have mind-blowing orgasms when they pay for us! The only catch is they have to fuck us in public! I want to see the eyes of the people watching those big cocks stretching our tiny cunts!"



"Are you sure, girls? You want us to sell your cunts to some adults?" Lisa asked as she pondered the possibilities.



"Yes!!" Kelly answered. "We've talked about it and we want you to sell our cunts! Just for thrills!! Just once! We'll have fun telling people how much things cost!"



"Okay!!" Lisa said. "We'll do it! But let's continue with our discussion. I think we need to help Nikki with her request. Why don't we take her to a new mall or somewhere and you girls can strip her and eat her and piss in her mouth!"



Sara looked at Nikki and said, "We need to get her fucked in her cunt and her ass so we can eat fresh cum out of her!! The people get so hot when they see the cum on our faces and our mouths swallowing it!"



"Can I eat it out of her asshole?" Kelly said as she trembled with lust. "Of course you can, Kelly!!" Nikki purred. "I think you sucked on my ass for over twenty minutes in the park! Do you need more?"



"Ohhhh, fuck yes!!!" Kelly gasped. "I love it when my mouth is pressed against your ass and my tongue is buried in your asshole and I can watch people looking at me! I mean, I'd eat your ass in private and love it just as much, but when I do it in public it really makes my cunt fill with juice!"



"I'm glad you said that, Kelly," Lisa said. "I think you've all discovered how much stronger your orgasms are when you have sex in public. Am I right?"



The girls all nodded and grinned, including Nikki, and Jennifer said, "When we do it in public, ever since that first night in the parking lot at the mall, there's something that happens that I can't explain. It makes me feel so awesome!!"



"That's the 'rush' you feel, Jennifer!" Lisa said. "It's like a constant flow of adrenaline that feels better than anything in the world and even enhances your orgasms! You've all learned very quickly how addictive it is and how much stronger it is when you do the nastiest things you can!"



"Sara made another very important point," Nikki said as she smiled at Sara. "Men get really turned on when they watch girls eat the cum and cuntjuice they suck out!"



"That's right, Nikki!" Lisa said. "You should always beg the person you're sucking on to eat their cum or juice! They want to know the sex food from their balls or cunt will be going in your tummies! Just look at how beautifully Jennifer is eating the juice that's seeping out of my cunt! She's lapping it up and showing it to me on her tongue before she swallows it!"



Jennifer looked up and said, "Sometimes I want it so bad I just have to eat it without showing it to you, Lisa! Is that okay?"



"Yes, Jennifer!!" Lisa replied, stroking her hair. "Just try to let us hear you as you swallow! We know that sometimes you're just too hungry to stop and let me see it before you eat it. And it feels really good to have your mouth pushed deep in my cunt and to feel you sucking and swallowing. Is that what you want right now? Do you want to just push your mouth inside my cunt and eat my honey?"



"YESSSSS!! It's soooo delicious!! Please let me just eat it for awhile!!!"



Nikki was getting really hot as she watched Jennifer's young face buried in Lisa's cunt. "Ooooooo!! Jennifer? Can I push your head so your mouth and tongue go even deeper in Lisa's cunt? Please?"



Jennifer nodded as she spread Lisa's cunt with her pretty fingers and started sucking her cunt. Nikki got down beside Jennifer and put her right hand on the back of Jennifer's head and pushed it firmly. Lisa moaned with pleasure as Jennifer's face was buried in her cunt!



It was more difficult for Lisa to talk now, but she continued, "Lots of girls just eat cunts to please the guys. I'm very proud of the fact that all of you are eating cunts because you want to. You should all start babysitting like Julie so you can eat real young virgin girls and teach them how to eat cunt. And don't forget to fuck them with your fingers, too."



Nikki continued to hold Jennifer's head against Lisa's cunt as she said, "Look at her eat!! Suck hard, baby!! Keep your nose on her clit!! Fuck, that's beautiful!!"



Lisa was getting too hot to talk now as Jennifer was really working on her cunt. She looked around at all of us and gasped, "I'm going to cum in her mouth real soon!! Let's watch and see if she can swallow all my cum!!"



Nikki moved her hand away as Jennifer leaned back for just a second to say, "YESSSSS!!! I'LL EAT EVERY DROP!! GIVE IT TO ME NOW!!!!"



Lisa's cunt started squirting pure fucksyrup into Jennifer's mouth as Jennifer did her best to cover Lisa's hole to catch it and swallow it. We all watched as Jennifer ate every squirt she could get. When Lisa's orgasm subsided, Jennifer just buried her face back in Lisa's slit and continued to munch away softly.



"Good girl, Jennifer!!" Lisa gasped. "Never move away from a cunt after it cums! You need to be sure you love that cunt for a while so the girl is totally satisfied! She may be multi-orgasmic and need your mouth to cum in three or four times! Or she may need to pee in your mouth and you wouldn't want to miss that! You should always ask if you can be her human toilet!"



Jennifer pulled back long enough to look up at Lisa and say, "Would you like to pee in my mouth and watch me drink it, Lisa?"



"Yes, Jennifer!! I'll try to pee nice and slow so you can drink it all!!"



As Lisa began pissing in Jennifer's mouth, she said, "Now let's talk about the boys! How would you girls like to see Rick and Matt suck David, Jeff and Tommy off and fuck them?"



Sara had an evil sexy grin on her face as she looked at me and said, "I'd love to see that! Let's call the boys and go back to the spot where we all fucked the dogsl! It'll be safe there and lots of people will see the guys sucking and fucking!!"



"Could I eat the boys and drink their piss?" Nikki said excitedly. "Will people be able to see my cunt?"



"Yes, Nikki!" Lisa said as she glanced down to watch Jennifer finish drinking her piss and start to softly lick her cuntlips clean. "You'll be visible, although not as close as you like it. Later, we'll take you somewhere so you can expose your cunt up close to lots of strangers! Ooooooo, Jennifer!! Keep licking my cunt like that! Would you like to make love to my clit before we go? I think I'd like to cum in your pretty mouth once more!"



Jennifer used her fingers to gently rub Lisa's pussy as she looked up and purred, "Yes, I'd love to suck another orgasm out of you! Your piss and juice are sooooo delicious!! Mmmmmmm!!!"



"You've learned how to be a really good slut, Jennifer!" Lisa said. "And Julie is also doing a great job of masturbating for us! Be sure to open your cunthole real wide occasionally so the people can look inside!"



"Thanks for reminding me, Lisa!" Julie said as she reached down and put two fingers from each hand inside her cunt and pulled it open for us. "Can you see the juice inside my cunt better now?"



"Fuck, that looks like dinner, Julie!!" Matt said as he stared in Julie's hole.



Julie smiled and said, "I haven't had your cock yet, Matt. Would you like to lie on the floor and let me sit on it while you play with my asshole?"



"Now that's the way to invite a man to fuck you, Julie!" Lisa said as Jennifer softly sucked on her clit.



Matt had his pants down immediately and he laid down on the floor of the van as Julie got up and stripped. She faced away from Matt's face and worked his cock up her young cunt and then bent forward and wiggled her ass at him. Matt wet his fingers and started working one up Julie's asshole while she sat there for him.



"Fuck her good, Matt!" Nikki said as she rubbed her clit. "Seeing your cock in that ten year old cunt is making me drool!!"



"Damn, she's tight!!" Matt groaned as Julie pushed her cunt down harder on his cock. "I may blow her through the roof when I cum!!!"



Everybody chuckled at Matt's comment as I moved over to Lisa and looked down at Jennifer lapping Lisa's clit. Jennifer looked up at us both and smiled as she sucked. She knew it drove us crazy to watch such a young girl eating Lisa. She kept her eyes on us as she backed her mouth off Lisa's clit slightly and started using her extended tongue to lick up Lisa's slit and twirl it around her clit. Lisa started moaning loudly and Jennifer used her tongue faster now, sensing Lisa's orgasm. Jennifer kept her eyes glued to us as she felt the first squirts of Lisa's juice hitting her chin.



Then Jennifer moved a hand to Lisa's clit and rubbed it back and forth quickly as she opened her mouth about an inch from Lisa's cunt so we could watch her catch the juice in her mouth. Her eyes never wavered as she caught the juice and let it slide down her throat. I reached over and squeezed Lisa's tits and nipples as she trembled all over.



"YESSS!! YESSS!! YESSSSSSSS!!!" Lisa moaned as Jennifer ate her juice and pinched her clit. It always drove me wild to watch the heat of Lisa's raw sexual passion when she climaxed. Jennifer and the other girls had become total seductresses in a very short time, instinctively doing the things that made both men and women so hot they just exploded.



It took a few minutes for Lisa to calm down. She pulled Jennifer up to her face and kissed her, pushing her tongue in Jennifer's mouth to taste her own juice. Then she looked in Jennifer's eyes and said softly, "That was unbelieveable, Jennifer! Thank you!!"



Jennifer smiled and looked like she was in love as she said quietly, "I'll do anything you want if you'll just let me eat your cunt everyday! Not for just a few minutes, Lisa. I want to eat it for a long time.....long enough to eat at least two of your orgasms! Maybe I could sleep with you and eat your cunt after Rick or somebody else fucks you so I can eat the cum out of you, too. I need the food in your cunt!"



"You want to be my little cuntslave, Jennifer?" Lisa said softly as I listened. "You want to eat me out everyday anywhere I want you to?"



"Yesssss!!" Jennifer purred as she felt Lisa's pussy.



"Mmmmmmm!! I think we may have to eat each other at the same time so I can enjoy your cunt while you eat mine!!" Lisa purred. "You're just the right size for me to be able to eat your asshole, too, while I eat your cunt!"



Suddenly, Matt groaned, "UNNNNNNNNNGH!! Take my cum, you sweet little cunt!!!" as he grabbed Julie's hips and rammed his cock up her hole hard. Julie's eyes rolled back and she just screamed in pleasure as Matt filled her cunt with his seed.



"Oh yeah!! Fuck her, Matt!! Fuck her really good!!" Nikki said as she watched Julie accepting Matt's cum.



After Julie finally got off Matt, Nikki swooped down to suck Julie's taste off Matt's cock and Sara sucked the cum out of Julie's cunt and shared it with Julie.



Then we called the boys and told them we'd pick them up soon. Matt and Nikki followed us in their car. Sara, Jennifer, Kelly and Julie were talking about what was going to happen with the boys and giggling in the back as Lisa said to me, "It's been awhile since I've seen you suck a cock. Will you suck them real good for me and the girls and eat lots of cum?"



"And if I do?" I teased her.



"Mmmmmm!! I'll do something special for you!" Lisa purred.



"Hmmm! Like what?"



"How about if I call get Julie to introduce us to one of the young girls she babysits for, and we'll eat her and fuck her and get her to eat us, too!"



"You've got a deal!!" I said. "And I also want to see you naked in some new places. There are so many people who need to see your cunt!"



"Okay," Lisa said with a twinkle in her eyes. "I've got to admit that my clit is really aching for me to show it to more strangers. Especially some kids! But right now I want to see you and Matt eat lots of cum for me and fuck those boys' asses!!"



We picked up David, Jeff and Tommy and introduced them to Nikki and Matt. We could see both Nikki and Matt drooling over the boys. As Nikki was showing the boys her cunt right there in front of the store where we met them, Matt moved over to Lisa and me.



"I guess I should tell you how much I like to suck cocks," he whispered. "Nikki has never seen me suck such young ones before and I can tell how excited she is!"



"I'm excited, too, Matt," Lisa said as she reached over to feel Matt's cock growing hard in his pants. "I can't wait to see David, Jeff and Tommy fucking you and Rick in the mouth!"



"Do you think they'll have any hesitancy to having sex with me and Rick?" Matt asked.



"Just leave that to me, Matt," Lisa said softly. "Don't worry. You'll be sucking those beautiful young cocks very soon!"



We let Jennifer, Kelly and Julie ride with Matt and Nikki so we could take the boys with us and we headed to the place near the expressway where the girls had fucked the dogs.



Just to catch everyone up, Jennifer is now 13 and has blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. Her tits are nice although not full grown yet. Kelly is now 12 with brown hair that she usually wears in pigtails and budding tits with those pointy young tits. Julie is 10 with just the beginning signs of tits and longer dark hair. Sara is almost 15 with a well-developed body and gorgeous tits that stand up firmly like Lisa's. Her dark hair and sexy dark strip of pubic hair above her clit makes her look so sexy. All the girls have incredible tight asses and beautiful legs. David, Jeff and Tommy are 13, 13 and 12 and are your typical good looking boys with fairly athletic bodies and nice dicks for their ages. Lisa really loves their well-shaped young asses, too.



Lisa is 27 and has the most perfectly proportioned body imaginable. Her very long brownish blonde hair is really sexy and her tits are firm and stand up beautifully. She has a great tan all over and a strip of brown hair above her clit. She stands five foot five, about the same as Sara and maybe an inch or two shorter than Nikki, while the younger girls are just over five feet except for Julie who is just under five feet. Nikki and Matt are in the mid to late 30s and I'm 40.



Lisa looked at the boys with a sexy smile and said, "Have you guys ever sucked each others' cocks?"



The boys looked a bit nervous and looked at each other before David said, "Well, we fooled around a little bit but we've never sucked each other off."



Lisa noticed the boys adjusting their pants and she said, "How would you like to have Matt and Rick suck those beautiful cocks that are growing in your pants?"



"Are they gay?" Jeff asked innocently.



"No, Jeff, they're bisexual," Lisa said. "If you really want to turn on all of us girls, you need to learn how to eat cocks and take hard cocks up those tight asses of yours!"



"I'll do it!" Tommy blurted out.



"Mmmmm!! You like cocks, Tommy?" Lisa asked with her sexy voice.



Tommy blushed a little and said, "Yes."



"I'll do it, too!" Jeff said smiling. "After watching the girls eating cunts, I figure we should try everything."



"Yeah...I'm game," David added, nodding his head. "Will we be in public?"



Lisa explained that we were going to a place near the expressway where lots of people would see us but no one would be able to stop. Then she looked at the boys and asked, "Does the idea of being seen make you excited?"



The boys nodded and David said, "We've been talking about how you've been teaching the girls to expose their cunts to strangers and it really turns us on! W-we'd like to learn more about sex in public places."



"Your dicks should get very hard when you show them to people you don't know, boys," Lisa said.



"Mine's getting hard now!" Tommy said as he squirmed around in his seat. "Do you want us to suck each other and also Matt and Rick?"



"Do you want to?" Lisa asked, taking a chance on the answer as she saw the excitement on Tommy's face.



"Y-yes!" Tommy said as David and Jeff nodded. "I want to eat some cum from their cocks, Lisa! Will you help us do it right?"



"I'll help you on one condition, Tommy," Lisa said as she winked at me, knowing she had the boys right where she wanted them.



"What?" Tommy asked.



"You all have to promise me that you'll do everything I ask and you'll do your best to let people see you having sex with each other and with Matt and Rick. You all have terrific bodies and you should be proud of them!



You've seen how exited the girls get when they expose themselves to strangers, right? Well, they want to see you do it, too. And so do I. So this is your big chance to impress the girls and then later I want you to watch for opportunities to show your dicks in public and have sex with each other and also strange men."



The boys thought it over for a second and looked at each other and then smiled and nodded their heads.



When we arrived at the clearing near the expressway, Matt and I took the benches down to the spot where the girls had fucked the dogs. Nikki was going crazy and she walked over where she was in clear view of the cars passing by and took off her dress very slowly and then tossed it aside and spread her legs and put her hands on her hips, so happy that she was exposing her tits and pussy to strangers again.



"I think Nikki needs to show off her cunt for a minute before we get started with the boys," Matt said. "Here, baby....lay down on the bench and get yourself off for us!"



Nikki could hardly stand it as she laid down and spread her legs toward the cars. She reached down under her legs and spread her ass and her cunt as she held her legs in the air. Her wet cunt opened up and she just started cumming and moaning loudly.



"FUCK, I NEED THIS!!!!" Nikki screamed. "I NEED TO EXPOSE MY CUNT TO PEOPLE!!! IT'S LIKE A FUCKING DRUG!!!"



"Do it, Nikki!!" Lisa urged. "Just show them your wet cunt and cum for us!!! You're making me so fucking hot!! I've never seen anyone expose her cunt any better than you!! Watch her, girls!!"



Sara was on fire as she watched Nikki, and she quickly stripped and climbed over Nikki's face and said, "Hold your mouth open, Nikki!! I'm going to piss in it while you show off your cunt!! Eat me while you drink my piss!!"



"Give it to me, you nasty slut!!" Nikki told her. "Damn, I need some fresh piss in my tummy!!



As Sara pissed right in Nikki's mouth, the girls started taking the boys' clothes off. Their cocks were hard and starting to leak precum. Matt and I let the girls strip us, too, and we were hard also.



Matt was staring at the boys' hard cocks and we could tell he wanted to suck them. I must admit their cocks looked pretty tasty.



"Would you like to suck my cock here where people can see you do it real good, Matt?" Jeff said as he faced the cars driving by and rubbed his cock.



"Fuck, YES!!" Matt said as he knelt down in front of Jeff not far from Nikki so she could watch as soon as she finished drinking the piss from Sara's sweet cunt. Matt turned Jeff just a bit so the people passing by could clearly see Jeff's cock going into Matt's mouth. Matt was so excited he didn't even take time to lick the young shaft....he just slid the four to five inch cock smoothly into his mouth and moaned in pleasure as he sucked it.



"You want my cum, don't you, Matt?" Jeff said as he enjoyed Matt's mouth.



Matt just nodded a little and mumbled, "Um hmm!!"



Tommy and the girls were watching closely and licking their lips as David moved beside Jeff and looked at me as he stroked his five inch cock. Lisa noticed Tommy's expression and said, "You want to suck some cock, don't you, Tommy? Don't worry....Matt and Rick will be really dripping that yummy precum after they eat Jeff and David. They'll be happy to fuck your mouth!"



As I knelt in front of David and started feeling his nice young cock, Tommy said, "It's okay if they want to stick their dicks in David's and Jeff's asses before I suck them!"



Kelly was really frigging her clit when she heard that, and she said, "Maybe I could eat your ass, Tommy, while you suck Matt's cock and eat his cum!"



"That's very good of you, Kelly!" Lisa said as she watched me start to lick David's shaft and balls.



I loved the way David's balls tightened up as I licked them. David carefully lifted his cock so he could look down and watch me lick and suck his balls. Then he squirmed a little as I pushed a finger into his virgin ass and pulled his balls all the way into my mouth.



"Do you want to fuck my mouth, David?" I said as I released his balls and ran my tongue up his rigid shaft.



"Yeah!!" David said as everyone watched. "Eat from my cock, Rick!"



Nikki had devoured all of Sara's piss now and had climaxed hard. She and Sara were watching now and Nikki said, "Eat Jeff's cum, Matt!! Swallow that yummy sperm for me!!"



Cars were honking as Matt and I sucked the boys off. It had been a long time since I had sucked a cock and it felt great. I was taking David's cock deep in my mouth now and I could feel his cockhead pushing into my throat. I had almost lost track of where we were and I just wanted to taste David's sweet cum. Suddenly Lisa was beside me urging me on.



"Eat him, Rick!!" Lisa purred in my ear. "The girls are loving it! We'll take them to someplace where they can expose their cunts later for lots of strangers and Nikki and I will eat them for you! And we'll teach them how to piss for people! Would you like that?"



Lisa knew how to turn me on. I remembered where we were and I made sure the traffic could see me sucking David's cock. Sara couldn't stand it and she laid down on the bench and spread her legs towards the cars and squealed, "Play with my cunt, Jennifer!! Sit to the side so everyone can see you fingering me!!"



Jennifer moved beside Sara in a flash. She sat so she could still watch the boys being sucked as she stuck her fingers in Sara's sloppy cunt and then licked the juice off her fingers.



"It's okay if I eat Sara's juice, isn't it, Lisa?" Jennifer asked with a smile.



"Of course, Jennifer!" Lisa said. "Just be sure you don't block the view. Sara wants people to see her cunt! Get her nice and wet and then suck it out real quick and eat it!!"



Jennifer was in heaven as she played with Sara's cunt. Meanwhile, Jeff was rocking his hips as he fucked Matt's mouth. We all knew he was cumming when he groaned and tensed up and shoved his cock deep in Matt's throat. Matt just let Jeff fuck away in his mouth and eagerly swallowed his load.



"YESSSSS!!" Nikki hissed as she realized Matt was eating Jeff's cum. "Suck that jizz into your stomach, Matt!! Fuck, I love you!! Eat that young cock!!"



David's cock felt so good in my mouth. I moved my tongue up and down on his shaft, massaging the tender spot below his cockhead, trying to coax his cum from his balls. Then I reached around and squeezed his nice tight asscheeks and pulled him deeper in my mouth. I could feel his cock swelling and I knew he was about to feed me. Just before he shot his load, he grabbed my head and groaned. Then he gave me about five or six nice spurts of boycum right down my hungry throat. I felt his balls hitting my chin and I just let the cum ooze into my stomach.



"Now fuck their asses!!" Nikki said as she saw me taking David's sperm.



Matt was showing Jeff how to lean on a bench with his ass sticking up in the air and his legs spread. Then Matt leaned over and licked Jeff's asshole while Tommy stared at Matt's big hard cock. Matt pulled back for a minute and looked at Nikki as he said, "Jeff's cock is getting hard again! He wants my cock up his tight ass!"



"Hurry and fuck him, Matt!!" Nikki said excitedly. "Tommy can hardly wait to suck your cock!!"



"Is that right, Tommy?" Matt asked. "Do you want my cock in your mouth?"



Tommy was shaking as he said, "Yes! I want you to fuck my mouth! Please!! I want you to do it after you stick it up Jeff's ass!!"



"Are you going to suck me good and eat all my cum, Tommy?"



"Yes! I want you to push your cock down my throat! Look at my cock! It's so hard it hurts!!"



Lisa squeezed Tommy's ass and said, "You'll get to eat Matt in a minute, Tommy. Now let's watch Matt and Rick fuck Jeff and David. You stand over here by Sara and make sure people can see your hard cock while you watch."



I had David leaning over on another bench as Matt stood up behind Jeff and rubbed his cock in Jeff's asscrack for a minute.



"Are you ready, Jeff?" Matt asked as he positioned his stiff cock at Jeff's asshole.



"Yes!! Go slow, but give it all to me!!" Jeff said excitedly.



"Damn, this is going to be great!" Matt said as he started pushing his cockhead into Jeff's nice ass. Jeff just moaned as Matt's cock finally pushed past Jeff's tight ass muscles. Matt stopped for a minute as soon as his head was inside to let Jeff get used to the size.



Julie knelt down and looked at Jeff's cock and said, "Your cock is leaking, Jeff! You love it, don't you?"



Jeff just moaned his agreement and Matt started pushing his cock deeper in the 13 year old asshole.



"Fuck his asshole, Matt!!" Nikki purred as she watched Matt's cock sliding deeper and deeper in Jeff's ass. "Fuck, this is so hot!!"



David was ready now as I put my cock at his ass and started pushing. As soon as I had my cockhead inside his asshole, David moaned and said, "Do it!!! Shove it in!! Shit, that feels good!!"



I could tell David was horny as hell, so I grabbed his hips and thrust my cock deep in his ass as he groaned in pleasure and pain. Jeff and David were positioned so they could look at each other and they smiled as Matt and I took their sweet asses all the way!



When some horns started honking, David yelled, "WATCH US GETTING ASSFUCKED!!!" even though he knew no one could actually hear him.



Lisa moved around in front of Jeff and David without blocking the view from the expressway and said, "You like those big cocks up your asses?"



Jeff and David nodded as Matt and I had them speared to the hilt

.

"It's like having a baseball bat up my ass!!" Jeff said as he spread his legs a little wider for Matt. "But it feels so fucking good!!"



Matt just moaned in pleasure as he fucked Jeff and watched Jeff's ass taking his big cock. He didn't want to stop but he knew Tommy was going crazy wanting to suck his cock and Nikki wanted to see it, so he told Jeff to hold his position while he pulled out and let Tommy suck him.



Tommy rushed over and got on his knees and waited for Matt's dirty cock to slide out of Jeff's ass. Jeff hated to let it go, but he also knew he'd get it back. Matt pulled out and turned his body slightly so Tommy could start licking his cock. Tommy had learned a lot lately and he didn't touch Matt's cock with his hands. He just put his hands on Matt's hips and started licking up and down his shaft, cleaning it as it throbbed up and down.



"Holy shit, Tommy!! Suck it for us!!" Nikki begged.



"Like this?" Tommy said as he opened his mouth as wide as he could and shoved Matt's cock in his mouth. He could only take about three inches in his mouth until Matt held his head and shoved another inch down his throat. Tommy didn't seem to care. In fact, he seemed to love it as Matt pumped his young mouth. Tommy's dick was still hard as he ate Matt.



Eventually Matt told Tommy he really wanted to cum in Jeff's ass, but that he would pull out before he shot all his cum so Tommy could eat some. So Tommy reluctantly let Matt pull out of his mouth and shove his cock back in Jeff's ass and held Jeff tight as he fucked him.



"Fuck my ass like a cunt, Matt!!" Jeff begged. " I want to be your bitch!! Please be sure people can see you fucking me!!"



Matt and I fucked Jeff and David hard now and they begged for our cum. I told David and Jeff that I wanted them to suck my cock clean after I shot my load and Tommy took Matt's cock back in his mouth. Sara just kept moaning as Jennifer had lost control and had moved between her legs and munched on her squirting cunt. Kelly was waiting to suck on Jeff's and David's assholes when we finished fucking them, licking her lips at the thought.



Matt and I came together and shot huge loads up the boys' asses. Matt pulled out before me and turned to Tommy quickly and once again Tommy took Matt's still spurting cock in his mouth and started eating the messy snack. Tommy was a real cockeater.



When I finally pulled out of David's ass, Jeff and David whirled around and started licking my cock as the girls watched. Kelly knelt down and started sucking Jeff's ass as soon as Matt pulled out and we could hear her sucking hard to get Matt's cum into her mouth. Nikki and Lisa felt Kelly's cunt from behind her to keep her extremely hot. Jennifer could see all the action as she sucked Sara's cunt and ate her juice. Sara was having multiple orgasms and she begged Lisa to come over and piss in her mouth.



Lisa stepped over Sara's mouth as Sara laid on the bench. Sara reached under Lisa's legs and rubbed her ass as Lisa squatted over her mouth. Lisa looked down at Sara and said, "You poor baby!! You need some piss to drink? Open that pretty mouth and let me quench your thirst!!"



Sara looked up at Lisa as Lisa's cunt approached her mouth and said, "I wanna eat and drink at the same time, Lisa!! Give me your cunt!!"



Lisa smiled at her as she started to piss in her mouth and said, "You're the sexiest young toilet I know, Sara!! After I piss in your mouth, I'm going to fuck it and give you some pure fuckoil from my cunt! Now piss in Jennifer's mouth while I piss in yours and let's recycle that sweet piss!"



I was amazed at how horny Jeff and Matt were as they licked and sucked my softening cock. While Jeff sucked on my balls, David sucked on my cock, and then they switched so Jeff had my cock in his mouth and David sucked my balls. After Tommy had sucked Matt's cock clean, Matt knelt down in front of Tommy and said, "Now it's your turn to be sucked, Tommy! I'm going to take my time and make you feel really good before you shoot your sperm down my throat!"



Tommy just stood there mesmerized as Matt licked his cock and balls. Matt had no trouble taking Tommy's four inch cock all the way in his mouth. Nikki noticed that Julie had been standing around watching everyone and she left Kelly, who continued sucking Jeff's and David's asses, and she moved over to Julie and said, "Want me to make you cum, Julie?"



"Mmmmmm!! Yeah!! Watching the boys get fucked was really hot! You want to suck all the juice out of my cunt and eat it?"



"That's exactly what I had in mind!!" Nikki purred as she felt Julie's cunt and ass. "Kneel on your hands and knees for me and I'll suck you from behind!"



Now everyone had a cock, cunt or asshole to play with or eat. When we finally finished fucking and eating, we all walked back to the cars and headed back to town. We took all the kids home and then Matt and Nikki and Lisa and I drove to the motel and we all took a nice hot shower and ordered a pizza and some drinks.



Nikki and Lisa met the pizza guy at the door naked and then we all sat around naked and laughed as we ate, talking about what a great time we had with the kids. I noticed Matt glancing at my cock occasionally and I decided to tease him a bit by stroking it as it started to grow.



Nikki noticed also and said, "You see something you want, Matt?"



Matt didn't hesitate and said, "I was thinking of the perfect dessert!"



"Tell us, Matt," Nikki said as she reached down and rubbed Lisa's tits as Lisa sat on the floor below Nikki's chair.



"I'll bet Rick's cock has another nice load of cum inside it," Matt said with a look of hunger on his face. "Sucking and fucking the boys was really wild but it just made me remember how much I like eating fresh cum. Do you think I could suck you off, Rick?"



I looked at Lisa and winked as I said, "Maybe the girls would like to see us suck each other off at the same time, Matt. What do you say, girls?"



Lisa and Nikki smiled and Lisa said, "If you do, we'll let you take us out and we'll put on a little show for you!"



Matt grinned and jumped up on the bed and laid down with his cock standing up. Then he said, "I want Rick's cock down my throat! Come fuck my mouth, Rick!"



I got up and moved to the bed as my cock grew hard. I got over Matt and let him fondle my cock as I played with his cock and started licking it. Nikki moved over to watch Matt suck me and Lisa moved over to watch me suck Matt.



Matt's fingers felt great on my cock and balls. I could tell how much he liked cocks as he fondled me. Nikki watched him and said, "Take your time and suck him real nice, Matt. Tell me what you're going to do."



Matt kept feeling my shaft and balls and said, "I'm going to love Rick's cock with my mouth, baby. I'm going to suck on the head for awhile and then I'm going to take that rigid shaft down my throat and let him fuck it until he shoots his sperm right into my stomach."



While Matt sucked me, I licked his cock while Lisa watched. As Matt's cock rested against his lower abdomen, I kissed and licked the head and the sensitive spot just below the head and then licked up some precum leaking out and ate it. Matt tasted great and I wanted more so I slowly took his cock in my mouth as Lisa urged me on.



"God, I love seeing Matt's cock in your mouth, Rick!" Lisa purred. "Suck him slow and swallow all that yummy cum! I'll suck his balls while you eat him! Let's make him blow a huge load down your throat!!"



My cock felt fantastic as Matt took it deeper and deeper down his throat and I took his deeper and deeper in my mouth. I had to have it all the way and I just pushed until I could feel his pubic hair on my lips. Our cockheads were lodged in each others' throats now and we could feel the swelling as we neared our orgasms. Lisa's nose was touching mine as she licked Matt's balls.



My cum started spurting just before Matt's. Matt reached up and pulled my ass down so my cock was fully imbedded down his hungry throat. Then Nikki spread my ass and started licking my asshole. Damn, what wonderful girls!



After we ate each others' loads, we slowly pulled our cocks out and let the girls lick off the remaining cum. We rested a little while and listened to the girls talk about what had just happened. They were so hot, I knew we were going to see some wild things when we took them out to get some relief for their aching cunts.

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It is strange how some things stick in your memory for years and others are quickly forgotten. Seeing a film the other day about kids hitchhiking in the 1950s reminded me of how it added to my sexual awakening The hitchhiking followed my first introduction to sex when I was about 12 and will be covered in a later instalment.



My name is Rob. I was born during the Second World War just after my dad had been sent to the Far East to fight the Japs. He was captured and spent most of the war in terrible conditions and he returned when I was 5, a cruel and bitter man. During his absence I was brought up by my mother, a lovely woman. She had me at 17 so she was young and lonely and although she must have had many offers she did not go out with any man relying on the friendship of an old school friend, Mary, who was 4 years older. Her RAF husband was killed early in the war. Mum and Mary spent a lot of time together and it never seemed odd to me that most of the time they were naked, as they were both nudists and I was only dressed to go out. Also, I saw nothing strange in the hugging and kissing I got from both of them and sitting snuggled between them before I went to bed a night. Did they use to play with my little cock or did I dream that?



It all changed when Dad came back. He told Mum to stop seeing Mary and stopped her being a nudist either at home or outside. He also spoke to her very crudely and handled her roughly. Their bedroom was next to mine and often heard him saying that he wanted her to suck his cock and for her to open her cunt properly. He also called me "that little fucker". I guess I was about 9 at the time and I had no idea what he was talking about. I did know Mum was not enjoying it as I could hear her crying and asking him to stop hurting her. Sometimes in the morning she would have bruises on her legs and arms and once or twice a black eye. I often got hit by him when he was in one of his tempers and so we were all very unhappy although Mum did her best to comfort me. Then one day I came home and found that Mum had packed 4 suitcases with our clothes and books and she said to hurry as we were going away. A taxi arrived, took us to the station and we went on a long train ride to the other side of the country. I found out then we were moving house. Mum had made all the arrangements secretly and a friend paid for the tickets. The friend was Mary and we met her at the station and took her to her large house in the country. She had been living alone and wanted to be reunited with us. We never saw Dad again and we heard that he died of a heart attack about 2 years later.



It was lovely to be away from Dad and his beatings and temper. Mum relaxed straight away and it was just like the old days. She and Mary wore very little in the house but as it was then winter none of us ventured outside unless dressed. I got used to wearing just briefs indoors, I had wondered it was right to go around naked now that I was so much older. Twelve seemed so grown up then especially as I had started to grow my first hairs and my cock was that much bigger. Indeed, I remember Mum telling Mary that she had seen it and that it was already bigger then Dave's, my dad. I was pretty innocent about all this, and unlike today, I had learnt very little from my friends at the new school. One of them told me what fuck and cunt were but after I realised that he knew no more than me. I decided that I would have to ask Mum or Mary.



One evening we were all sitting on the sofa listening to the radio. I sat next to Mary who had her robe on, Mum was next to her wearing her bra and panties. These were pretty thin and I could see the darkness of her nipples and her pussy hairs. Mary had one arm round Mum and the other round me. My head rested against Mary's breasts. I asked Mum whether Dad had hurt her when I could hear them in my room. She said that he had been very cruel to her and she wanted to know what I had heard. I told her that I heard everything he had said to her and her crying but I could not understand some of the words. What words, she asked. I said there was cock but I knew now what that was, but also fuck, cunt and my name of that little fucker. Mum and Mary smiled, you have much to learn Rob and its time you started, Mum said.



Mum said you have a cock and balls and it is the best one I have ever seen. Soon it will get a lot of hair around it and it will get longer and thicker. She was very impressed when I told her that the first hairs had appeared. Fuck, she said, is what men do to women when they love each other. Then the cock is put into the woman's vagina and the man's seed is planted and a baby may be started. Fuck is a word only to be used with friends you know, as it is a bad word. But you can use it at home with me and Mary as we like to hear it. Cunt is another of those words and means the woman's vagina. So you have a cock and we both have cunts. Women can also fuck each other with fingers not cocks and so can two men with one putting his cock into the others bottom, which we call the arse. Fucking, she said, is meant to be enjoyable, but it never was with dad. He only had a tiny cock and did not how to fuck gently. If you fuck in love both man and woman will enjoy it and will reach what is called orgasm. We call it coming or cumming. The man will shoot his seed and the woman shoots her own cum. Dad never managed to shoot any seed into me, she said. I must have look puzzled at this and she said, if you are wondering how you were made, it wasn't your dad's useless seed it was Mary's husband. He often fucked both of us when your dad was away and he is, or was, your father, she added. He had a huge cock and you have inherited that from him. Poor Mary cannot have children and so you belong to both of us.



I had not expected to hear so much from Mum and for her to use those words, it made me so excited. I could feel my cock tingling and the sensation increased when I saw Mary's hand inside Mum's panties. Mum had her eyes closed and her mouth open. Her nipples were pushing against her bra. I could see Mum's hairy thatch as Mary pushed her panties down to frig her cunt. I pushed my head Mary's tits and her hand dropped into my lap. It rested on top of my briefs close to the opening in them for peeing. Her other hand was still buried in Mum's cunt. I turned slightly towards Mary and as I did her robe opened slightly and I could see the whole of her left leg which was lying against my leg. The sensation of touching her bare flesh increased my excitement. Both my hands were free and I placed one on Mary's thigh. With the other I reached across and held Mum's outstretched hand. Mum took my hand and kissed it and continued to hold it tightly. Mary then started moving her hand over my briefs going from top to bottom and pushing my legs apart. I could feel my cock twitching harder. I did the same with my hand stroking her thigh up and down. She moved her leg towards me and my hand slipped to the inside of her thigh. I knew she liked my hand being there as she looked at me and smiled. I continued to stroke her thigh moving higher as I did so and soon I felt her cunt hair brushing my fingers. She squeezed her legs together as I touched he and then opened them again. I realised her hair was wet and the thought that she had just pissed excited me further. I did not know what I should do next other than I needed to find her cunthole as she had with Mum. I moved my fingers around her hairy thatch and suddenly I found it with my middle finger. As I did Mary reached inside my briefs and pulled my cock out. She smiled at me and said I am going to stroke your cock, its called wanking, and I want you to fuck my wet cunt with your fingers.



I am not cut so the sensation as she pulled on my virgin foreskin was breathtaking, pain merged with ecstasy. With one hand she wanked me and the other fucked Mum's cunt. I now had two fingers in Mary's and it was so wet that I soon had all four in. As I did I felt something hard brushing my fingers which was of course her clit. I could see from her reactions that this was exciting her and so I made sure it met my thumb as I explored inside her. Mum's grip on my hand was increasing and she was groaning loudly and shouting fuck me, fuck me, by now her panties were round her knees and her bra had fallen to the sofa and I could see those lovely tits which had nourished me when I was a baby. I could also see her open cunt out of which I had come and in which my recently discovered father had planted his seed. Mary's robe had also opened right up and I took the opportunity to move my head on to her naked tits feeling her hard nipple against my ear. Suddenly Mum screamed out and her whole body shuddered as she came. Mary took out her wet fingers and gave them to Mum to lick and then me. Taste your lovely Mum's cum, you will soon have mine as well. It was a tasted like nothing I had before, a bit slimy but sweet and delicious. As she gave it to me she gave my cock an extra tug and the head popped out, purple with a little slit at the top. I had never seen it so big and it was sticking upwards. It made me frig Mary even harder and suddenly she went rigid and she came. She shouted you made me cum you little fucker, Both Mum and Mary smiled at me. Mary gave me two or three big strokes pushing the head in and out each time, then I could feel deep inside a sensation that I had never had before and out of the little hole there was a little spurt of white cum that landed on Mary's arm. They both looked at me and said you are a man now Rob. Mary gave her arm to Mum so that she could taste my cum. Mary then had her own taste. She then said I should taste my own cum too and at the same time lick one of my fingers coated with her cum. I did this and the taste of our cums was heavenly. Mum then licked another finger clean and Mary cleaned the other two. She then wiped off what was left of my cum on a finger which she pushed deep inside her cunt and then Mum's. She said it was right that my virgin cum should be in their cunts.

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